ANNIVERSARY (Part 1) I suppose being tied up the way she was wasn't exactly what my wife Helen wanted as an anniversary present, but then again, she hadn't remembered the anniversary! It was exactly a year ago today, on a Sunday morning. We'd been enjoying one of our favorite pastimes, reading the Sunday paper cuddled up in bed. Helen had finished the sections she wanted to read and she rolled over towards me and started nibbling up my leg. Now, I'm never one to stop my wife from doing something wonderful to my body, but I was in the middle of something that I wanted to finish. "Wait a few minutes!" I said, giving her a slap on the butt, "I want to finish up this article". But instead she started tickling me on my knees. "Cut it out, just give me two more minutes" I yelled. I guess I didn't marry her because she always did what I said; she kept it up, and poked me in the ribs a bit. Well, it was pretty obvious I wasn't going to be able to read the rest of the paper, so I counter attacked and in a moment or so we were deeply involved in that oldest type of combat, the tickle-fight! Helen is a lithe, strong woman, but at only 110 pounds she wasn't really much of a challenge for my 180 pounds. So, after a few minutes, I was sitting on her back, tickling her ribs without mercy. In between laughs she was begging me to stop, but instead I reached back around with my right hand and reached up between her legs. I started alternating between tickling her armpits and ribs with my left, and stroking her cunt with my right. She was kicking a lot to try and stop the tickling, however her kicks were getting a lot less vigorous, and soon they tended to do nothing more than just spread her legs a bit wider. After awhile, I stopped tickling and concentrated on stroking. I slipped my middle finger up inside and started sliding in and out. I rolled off to the side and Helen helped a little by lifting herself onto her knees a little and rocking backwards. She was really hot by now and took her right arm and reached back underneath to rub her own slit. Still being in a little playful mood myself, I took her hand in mine and really got to work on her clit. She was moaning and starting to move with some real pre-orgasm enthusiasm when I kissed her, rolled away, and picked up the paper I had discarded a few minutes ago. She looked at me in shocked surprise "What are you doing?, I'm just ready and you're going to read the newspaper!" I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said "All I wanted was to read the paper, now I'm going to finish it and you can take care of yourself!" With a smug little grin I went back to reading. Well, at least I pretended to read, it was pretty difficult because of the floor-show my wife was putting on. Helen took my advice and was back at work on the subject at hand. She had put a pillow under her chest and was rocking back and forth, her right hand teasing her clit and the fingers of her left doing some serious pussy-pumping. She turned a bit to tease me with the best possible view, while I continued to hold the paper. All pretense of reading it had vanished by now but with all this hot action in front of my eyes, my own blood was really moving. As we used to say in school, "the purple helmeted warrior" was ready to do battle! I scampered back onto the bed, intending to indulge in a little doggy-style lovemaking, but I didn't count on my wife. As soon as she saw me behind her, she stopped and rolled away. "No way buddy!", she said "You had your chance and you missed it, you wanted to read the paper!". Well, I know my wife pretty well, and I knew she was still playing around, but this time, I didn't want any of it. I got hold of her, pinned her arms to the bed and started kissing/biting her tits. She was really putting up a good fight, when inspiration hit me. "Look love, either I can fuck you nicely, or I can tie you to the headboard, it's your choice, which do you want?". She just stopped fighting, and looked at me. Her breath quickened a bit and she whispered something. "What did you say" I answered back, never letting up on her arms. She said in a timid voice, "yes, tie me up!". I was a little surprised, but it had always been something I wanted to try. "Are you sure you want to?", I asked, "Remember, I won't let you go until I feel like it". She nodded yes, so I said "Ok, first order: roll over and shut your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to!". She looked a little puzzled but quickly complied, and I did some quick thinking as to what I could use to tie her up. The first thing that came to mind (and sight, I wasn't being too picky) were some old ties I hadn't worn for years hanging in the closet. We'd bought a new bed recently, a Scandinavian Design special, but one look told me I would have some trouble living up to my promises... no headboard! Fortunately, the mattress was supported by slats on the heavy wooden frame. I tied two ties together, ran the end down between the slats, around the frame and back up where I tied it off. Meanwhile Helen had been lying on the bed, eyes shut, wondering what I was doing. While I was doing the same with two more ties on the other side of the bed, I told her it was time to get serious and asked if she was sure she wanted to go through with this. With her eyes tightly shut she said yes, so I took her right hand and wrapped the loose end of the tie around her wrist. After wrapping it around twice, I tied it up and walked around to the other side of the bed. Helen pulled experimentally with her tied arm, but after seeing that she was indeed bound, she stopped while I trussed up her other arm. When I was through I sat next to her on the bed and told her she could open her eyes. She looked up at me, and then at her bound arms. Since her arms weren't too tightly stretched, and since this was the first time I'd tied anybody up, I really wanted to see if she could get free. "Struggle!" I told her. "I want to see if you can get loose if you really want to." She pulled a bit to feel the limits of the ties but she didn't really try to get loose. "Honey, if you're not gonna cooperate, I'm just gonna have to give you some incentive!" I reached across with both hands and gave her a good solid rib tickle! Well that got her pulling at the ties but, as she soon found, she wasn't going anywhere. She did yell and kick a bit so I decided to tie her feet as well. I was running out of ties so I grabbed two old leather belts, the braided kind which you could tighten as much as you wanted without worrying about holes. I wrapped some around her left ankle but as soon as she saw what I was going to do she started fighting with all her strength. She didn't ask me to stop or anything, but I think she felt obligated to put up a fight. No matter, I quickly secured the left foot to the bed in a similar manner as the arms. After the right foot was secure I lay next to her on the bed and started stroking her bottom. Wow, was she turned on! She was dripping wet and as soon as my hand found her clit she bucked and started to come. I stuck my thumb inside her and started thrusting, giving her the first orgasm of many for the day. In between grunts, she moaned "I want you inside of me!". Well, I was the boss, but I figured there was no harm in giving her what she wanted, although perhaps not the way she expected it. Her arms were spread wide with the pillow still under her chest. I maneuvered so I was sitting at the head of the bed, facing her outstretched body. My legs were stretched out under her arms, and her mouth was just where I wanted it... at cock level. "This isn't what I meant", she said, "No, but this is what you get". She wasn't too hard to convince, I gathered a handful of her hair in my hands and forced her mouth onto to my up-waiting cock. When she seemed a little reluctant, I just reached over behind her and gave her ass a hard slap. Reluctance vanished pretty quickly as her ass turned from pale to bright pink. I worked her head up and down on my shaft, and every now and then I slapped her ass again, half too spur her onwards, half just because I enjoyed watching her jump whenever my hand impacted her asscheeks. The whole scene had really turned me on and after a couple of minutes of her forced deep throating, I felt myself beginning to come. With her hair wrapped tightly in my hand I forced her head up and down faster. Her mouth was molded around my dick and when I came I pushed myself deep within her throat and clamped her head in position with my legs. It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, and she continued to lick and suck for long minutes afterwards. I pulled out from under her and thought about what to try next. This was the first time I'd ever had a girl tied up, I wanted to make the most of it. In the meantime I wandered around to the side of the bed, feeling up my wife's slit. She was sopping wet and as I stroked her deeper, she said "Look lover, don't get me started up again unless you're serious about it!". "Listen kiddo" I said, "you asked for it and now you're gonna get it... whatever I feel like, you're stuck with it!". I punctuated it with a hard, stinging slap across her ass. She yelped out "Hey, cut it out!", but I ignored her and gave her another slap. This time she just let out a scream, it was more from frustration that actual pain, but it sounded just as loud anyway. Well, I couldn't have my dear wife screaming! I thought about it for a second or two and decided that being bound just wasn't quite as much fun (at least for me), without her being gagged as well. I cast around for something suitable, and hit upon an idea I liked. I'd seen bondage magazines before and the trussed women always seemed to have some kind of ball gag contraption in their mouths. I took one of my long thigh high tube socks and tied a tight knot roughly in the middle. Then I got out a racquetball from my bag in the closet and put it inside the sock. After tying another knot as close to the ball as I could, the ball was securely held in the sock with ample length at the sides to go around my wife's head. Helen had watched me make the gag with a slight look of bewilderment in her eyes. When she saw what I had in mind she panicked a little bit. "No, please don't put that on me, I'll be quiet, I promise!". "Sorry love", I replied, "besides, I think you'll like it, you can be as loud as you like and nobody will even hear you!". She didn't say anything, just lowered her head back onto the pillow and nodded a little bit. I straddled her back, lifted her head, and put the ball in her mouth. Pulling the ends of the sock around the back of the head, I knotted the loose ends together and forced the gag deep into her mouth. I lifted her hair over the knot and then gave her a kiss on the neck. I whispered "Darling, you've never looked more beautiful", she tugged at her bonds in mute protest at being unable to reciprocate the kindness. Climbing off, I wanted to "test scream" the gag, so I gave her ass another slap, this time letting my fingertips snap up into her pussy. Helen was true to form, but her scream was beautifully muzzled by the gag, I couldn't hear anything other than a slight moan from between her lips. A few more slaps on her rear really got her bucking and moaning, but her bonds held securely and she was helpless to stop me from having my fun. I directed some of my slaps onto her cuntlips and after a few strikes she was dripping wet. I figured she deserved a little pleasure after the great blowjob she was forced into, and after enduring a bit of pain for my amusement. I positioned myself behind her and started licking and sucking her cunt in earnest. She was moaning and thrusting as far back as her bonds allowed in an effort to capture my sucking mouth within her pussy. I reached under her and grabbed her breasts. Pulling her back by the tits, I forced my tongue deep inside and flicked the swollen bud of her clit. She came with huge shaking spasms, wracking her as she pulled and struggled against the bonds which held her fast to the bed. I continued eating for a few minutes longer as a few "aftershocks" trembled through her spine. I was rock hard by now and slipped my shaft into her pussy for a few quick strokes. It felt great, but it wasn't exactly what I wanted, I wasn't ready to stop my fun just yet. I climbed off the bed and decided to roll her over. She didn't show any signs of wanting to put up a struggle, but I wanted to make it for real. I took her left leg and untied it. Taking the belt, I fastened it to the same place as the belt on her right leg. I then did the same with her left arm, effectively rolling her over onto her side. Undoing the tie on her right arm, I tied it to the left side and then repeated the operation on her right leg. Helen was now on her back, still gagged and spread-eagled. I put a large pillow under her ass, raising her pussy to a nice comfortable level, and then looked to each knot and tie, this time making sure they were tight and stretching her arms and legs to their limit. She let me know with moans and angry looks that she wasn't very comfortable, but I just smiled back and when I was satisfied with her bonds I stepped back to survey my work. She looked beautiful, and since my cock was rock hard and ready for some attention, I climbed on the bed and kneeled with my dick between her ample breasts. Wetting my hand with some juices from her pussy, I rubbed her chest and lubricated her tits. Taking them in both hands, I stroked back and forth, giving myself the nicest tit fuck I'd had in a long time. I was pinching and twisting her nipples and from the sounds Helen was making you'd have thought I was tearing them off. I debated removing her gag so she could suck my cockhead on the up stroke, but I liked the way she looked, spread-eagled and gagged, so I decided against it. Rather than spraying my wife's face with my cum, I decided to avail myself of her raised ass to finish the morning off with a hard straight fuck. I slid down from her tits, spreading her pussy lips with my hands. The feelings from her battered tits had really gotten her worked up and she was dripping wet. With one thrust I slid deep inside her and started to fuck like a piston. Taking her tits in my hands, I used them as handles to pull her towards me as I thrust into her cunt. Helen was moving like a wild thing underneath me, bucking up and down and pulling at the ties so hard I thought the bed might break. Everything held firm however, and I occasionally stopped humping just to watch the look of pained frustration wash over her gagged face. Finally I didn't want to wait any longer. I reached under and grabbed her ass, pulling her towards me. Pumping with a wild abandon into Helen's writhing form, we both exploded with mind blowing orgasms. I kept on fucking until the last spasm had subsided and then collapsed onto Helen's still outstretched body. I reached under her head, untied the gag and kissed her deeply, telling her how much I had enjoyed it. Without untying her, we talked about the whole thing. She'd never really thought about getting into bondage, it was just something she wanted to try, but after our first "session" she was hooked. She really liked the feeling of being compelled to do something, of being unable to stop me from doing whatever I wanted. She also got into the pain, and although we realized there would be some limits, we figured we could keep on trying until we found them. I, in turn, never realized how much I enjoyed being totally in control. I got a real kick out of the actual process of tying her up and being in charge of what was going on. We decided that we would make bondage and, to a lesser degree, punishment a regular staple of our lovemaking. This last year has taught us a lot about what we like to do, and we've experimented a lot. But, that was a year ago today, and Helen has forgotten that today is the anniversary. Well I haven't forgotten and now Helen is getting a proper reminder!