[F4A] Friends with Bondage Benefits

Friends with benefits. Sex buddies (cue the triumphant trumpet from "Scrubs" when JD and Elliot try to do this). It's near impossible to achieve (cue the sad trumpet from "Scrubs" when JD and Elliot fail at this) for myriad reasons, but let's pretend you and I, dear reader, have achieved this level of greatness. We've been able to do this not just because of shared mental or physical chemistry, but also a shared kink: bondage. Here are some ideas to get us going down the FWB path, with bondage as our co-star.

Late Night Confession: The halls are all dark and the classrooms are all empty. The kids have been gone for hours upon hours and the parents have fully cleared from back-to-school-night. Maybe there's a janitor or three skulking around somewhere, but in this wing of the school, it's just we two. We sit in my classroom, one bank of lights on, the other off. You're new to the building this year, but we've grown pretty close pretty quickly, carpooling frequently and spending common off periods chatting, getting to know each other. Tonight, over reheated Chinese food, the conversation has finally turned intimate, talking about relationships and sexuality. That brings us to the fork in the road: kink.

"So," I admit first, biting my lip. "I like bondage. Like a lot. I have since I was young. I would see people all tied up and gagged in movies and TV shows and I just knew I wanted to be a part of that, ya know? Whether doing the tying or being tied up, it just...spoke to me. And now, well," I chuckle, looking down, blushing redder than the sweet and sour sauce nearby, "I, uh, really like bondage and I'm sure you're thinking of me totally differently."

After a few seconds of silence, I look up and you are looking at me differently. You're grinning. You're nodding. And you reply:

"Me, too."

(A note here: any 'action' would take place outside of the school building, even if it's empty)

The Accidental Discovery: After the chaos of moving into my new house, I did not feel like putting things away--beyond the essentials--until the weekend. Now, here it is, Saturday morning, and you, one of my best friends, are over to help me sort things out. I don't know how I could've done all this without you. Of course, the usual proffers have been made--cash, food, drinks, nights out on me, the whole nine. Being a good friend, you tell me we'll deal with that later.

"Alright, fine," I say. "Later can be in, like, fifteen minutes. I need to hop in the shower." Off I go, hearing you call.

"Hey, there's this one last bag, this big black one?" you tell me. I freeze in my tracks, knowing what it is. Luckily, my back is to you so you can't see how much i'm blushing.

"Just throw that one on the bed!" I reply hurriedly. "I'll deal with it!" My voice is certainly off kilter, out of whack, but you shrug it off, and put it on the bed, where you notice it's partially open. Inside?

Miles upon miles of rope in a rainbow assortment of colors with bandannas and rolls of tape to match. Multiple sets of cuffs cut for wrists and ankles as well as similarly sized and shaped leather restraints. Three ball gags: red, black, and pink. A ring gag. A bit gag. Multiple wands, vibrators, dildos.

In the shower, I have no idea the course of our friendship is about to change.

The Bondage Booty Call: With us, there is no need for any sort of introduction. We've done this dozens of times and will keep doing it dozens of times. I've described our set up to my friends as 'no strings attached,' which is, of course, incredibly ironic because when you and I meet, one of us is always in ropes, cuffs, or restraints of some kind.

Friday afternoon, I shoot you a text: Hey, are you free? I could use a weekend up at the cabin.

Ah, the cabin. Our usual retreat. A family heirloom of mine that would have been better suited for someone outdoorsy, given its lakeside location and access to fishing, hunting, hiking, etc. Aside from an occasional dip in the lake and some walks on some trails, I do not use it for that. Instead, I've had it converted to a bondage love nest for my own pleasure and that of whomever happens to be with me, mainly you.

Each room is fairly normal, sure, but also has hooks, attachment points, etc. for us to tie off to. Each bed in the place has four posts for easy rope access. Every closet holds mountains of gear and sexy outfits for us to choose from. It'd be impossible for two bondage lovers such as ourselves to be bored or out of ideas in a place like this.

At my desk, ignoring the stack of papers that desperately need grading, I wait for your reply, daydreaming about which one of us will be tied and gagged and teased and tormented and when and where. A sound outside regrettably shakes me from my reveries and I begin my grading again...until I see your reply to me pop up on my phone's screen.

Meet you there at 7 tonight.

Perfect.

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I'm a switch, so I'm good tying or being tied. I'm also into orgasm play (teasing/denying, edging, forcing, ruining, etc.), oral, nipple play, dress up (heels, lingerie, etc), and am down for many things except extreme pain/gore/blood/violence animals, bathroom stuff, impregnation/lactation, feet. Here is my kink list. If you want to discuss adding other spins to these--incest, cheating, cuck, for example--just let me know.

A note on my love for bondage: Just because I like being tied up or tying someone up doesn't mean I'm looking for a "traditional" dom/sub relationship. I'm not interested in being your 'fuck toy' or online slave and I'm not interested in making you into mine, either. This is about playful, sexy, fun restraint in which both parties are equally served.

Send your messages my way, darlings; will consider moving to discord, too. Can't wait to hear from you!