Oftentimes the best things in life come about totally by accident. For example, if my girlfriend hadn’t lost her glasses, we never would have discovered the pleasures of bondage play.

It happened like this: I came home from work one Friday night and found Dana digging frantically around the bedroom. She was rummaging through the dresser, amid the rumpled sheets and even in our laundry pile. Finally, she stretched out and worked herself under the bed, rooting around and grumbling. Her legs, clad in tight denim, waggled and kicked as she explored the No Man’s Land beneath the mattress.

“What did you lose?” I sighed, setting down my briefcase. The sight of Dana’s flailing legs got me thinking of certain possibilities. But I knew from hard experience there would be no peace until Dana found whatever she was seeking.

“Glasses,” she said shortly, then sneezed.

I admit I rolled my eyes. Dana had a tendency to misplace things — her keys, her subway card, even her laptop. I think this was probably the third time in the few months we’d been together that her glasses went missing. It didn’t help that we weren’t exactly the most organized couple in the world.

“Oh my God!” Dana cried out suddenly. “What the hell?” Her butt twitched from side to side as she gradually extracted herself from beneath the bed.

“Did you find them?” I asked. But at that moment, my eyes happened to catch a glint of metallic blue plastic half-hidden under a heap of fashion magazines in the corner. Dana’s glasses, of course. But if they were there, what caused her outburst beneath the bed?

When she finally emerged, her shirt and jeans were coated with dust bunnies. Her auburn hair was in complete disarray with locks of it falling over her green eyes. She looked adorable, and I have to admit it took some doing for me to resist the urge to jump her bones there and then.

“And what’s this?” she asked, brandishing the item she had extricated from under the bed. It was a familiar-looking plastic case.

“Um, wouldn’t that be your vibrator?” I asked. The vibrator — or Mr. Happy as we jokingly referred to it — had gone missing the week before. 

“The vibrator I asked you to look for,” Dana huffed. “Honestly, Dave, it was right under the bed! I’ve already ordered a new one! Why didn’t you see it?”

I didn’t make excuses. Dana had, in fact, asked me to look for the missing toy, and clearly, I’d done a less than thorough job.

“Sorry,” I replied with a shrug. What else could I say?

Dana couldn’t have been all that angry because she laughed and said, “I swear, you’re as bad as I am.” Then she reached out and squeezed my junk as she teased, “You’d lose this if it weren’t attached.”

As I’d I mentioned, I was already a little turned on, a fact that Dana quickly realized. Her gesture triggered a sexy adrenaline rush in me, and I reached out, catching both her wrists in my hands and holding them tight.

“You’re so strong!” Dana blurted out, like she was surprised. Then she tried to break my hold by lifting her arms high over her head. No dice. Next, she began sort of rapidly flapping them, but her wrists remained imprisoned in my grip. Eventually she gave up.

She pouted, glaring at me. I knew she was going for an exasperated look, but we’d been sharing a bed for some time and I could tell something about the situation was exciting her.

“Let me go,” she said petulantly.

“No way,” I told her. “Not till you decide to behave.”

Dana’s eyes widened, and she inhaled deeply. I was expecting a lecture on the inappropriateness of telling a grown woman to “behave,” but instead she launched a full-on effort to break my grip on her wrists. She wriggled and pushed, both of us laughing the whole time, until our struggle bumped her up against the foot of the bed and she fell backward onto the mattress. I fell, too, and nearly landed on top of her.

More laughter followed, but Dana didn’t stop trying to squirm away. Something — either playfulness or simple stubbornness — made me keep holding her. Eventually, I climbed atop her and leaned forward, using my weight to pin her wrists above her head.

We were both breathing hard, and Dana’s green eyes were absolutely glowing as she stared at me. I won’t deny it — my cock was as hard as hell, and I would’ve bet Dana’s pussy was sopping wet in her panties.

“Looks like we got ourselves an interesting problem,” I said, grinning. “Are you going to behave yourself?”

“If you let me go for even a second, I’ll run away,” she confessed, breathing heavily.

“Then guess I’d better tie you up,” I said.

Somewhat to my surprise, Dana smiled slyly and licked her lips, seemingly in anticipation.

I’m still not exactly sure where that thought came from. We’d never tried bondage before, even though I’d previously watched BDSM videos online. I’d always found them exciting, and once or twice I’d thought about suggesting to Dana that we try something kinky. But I guess I always assumed she wouldn’t be interested.

Apparently, I was wrong about that.

Now that the subject had come up, we couldn’t put it into action fast enough. We didn’t have any dedicated equipment, but I had plenty of old neckties — the tried-and-true standby of novice kinksters.

Meanwhile, my horny girlfriend started undressing. She moved quickly, the issue with her vibrator completely forgotten. In minutes, she was down to her skin, appearing eager but still somewhat shy. We had no particular plan, no scenario we wanted to act out. We just wanted to get Dana tied up.

She lay down, extending her arms and legs to the corners of the mattress. It took a little experimentation, but I was soon able to get her wrists and ankles bound, the trailing ends of the ties knotted firmly around the bedposts. I made sure her circulation wasn’t impaired, and before we started any actual activities, we agreed on a signal for me to stop if she felt uncomfortable. Then we got busy.

I kissed her lush breasts and tongued her nipples till they got good and stiff. She liked that. Her sweet boobs are always among my first stops during foreplay. But this encounter somehow felt different. Dana’s inability to move seemed to heighten her pleasure. As she strained against the ties, her shoulders lifted gently off the bed and I could practically feel pleasure coursing through her.

“This is nice,” she whispered. “Better than I expected, you know? I never thought I’d like being tied up so much.”

“Then we’ll have to do this more often,” I told her.

She laughed softly, but soon began to sigh as I worked my mouth down her belly. I took a moment to nibble around her navel before moving on to more southerly territory. Soon, I was rubbing my lips and chin against Dana’s damp, fragrant pubes. I sensed the scent of her excitement and peppered her mound with gentle kisses as I considered my next move. Should I suck her pussy, or lick it with slow, maddening strokes of my tongue? The possibilities seemed endless and equally delicious.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Dana whined, bracing her heels on the bed as she tried to bump up her hips and press her pussy against my mouth. “Oh my God. Stop teasing me.”

At that point, Dana’s eyes were following my every move. Not unnaturally. She simply wanted to know what was coming next. That hadn’t bothered me at first, but soon enough I thought whatever I chose to do should be more of a surprise.

I eased off a little, blowing on her overheated pussy and tantalizing it with the occasional kiss, but being careful not to overplay my hand. 

“Come on,” Dana pleaded softly, grinding her hips temptingly close to my lips. “Do me.”

“Be good,” I said with mock sternness. Looking for inspiration, I turned to the scatter of odds and ends on the bedroom dresser and found exactly what I needed: a satin sleep mask Dana occasionally used. I carried it back to the bed and carefully arranged it over her eyes, making her gasp with delight.

“Ohh,” she purred. “Nice.”

Now, she had no idea what to expect. She seemed both nervous and very excited by the prospect. I ran my hands over her naked body, concentrating on what I knew to be her most sensitive spots: her shoulders and the undersides of her arms, her thighs and her breasts. She moaned softly, squirming like a fish on a hook. I teased her by brushing a particular spot, only to move suddenly to another. I’m sure it sounds like a very bland type of play — and it was, compared to some of the techniques I’ve read about since — but it soon had Dana in a state of frantic arousal. She gasped and wriggled, mumbling things under her breath that may equally well have been pleas for mercy or pleas for me to continue. It made me kind of hot, too.

“I wanna come,” she said insistently. Her voice had a definite begging quality that made my dick ache. “Let me come, please.”

I was taken aback by her words. The idea that I was in any way controlling Dana’s climax was startling to me. It slowly dawned on me that to her newly discovered submissive side, me giving her permission to come might play very pleasurably into the new sensations rocking her world.

“Not yet,” I said firmly. “You have to wait.”

And wait she did, though I could tell she wanted her orgasm very badly. I could still hear her softly whimpering and see her biting her plump lower lip. In the light of the bedside lamp, the sheen of perspiration on her brow glistened.

I counted down seconds until pretty close to a minute had passed. Then I decided it was time to let her climax. But even I wasn’t so clueless as to think I could just say “Now!” and sit back to watch her cream herself. Instead, I massaged her thighs and moved my thumbs in slow circles over her aroused clit.

“OK,” I said. “Come on. Do it. Come for me.”

The sight of Dana writhing excitedly on the bed was incredibly hot to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Really, it was all I could do not to unzip and rub myself into an orgasm of my own. But doing so would have interrupted the killer climax she was racing toward, and that was the last thing I wanted to do!

Suddenly, Dana came. I don’t think I’d ever actually had the opportunity to sit back and watch her climax before, and it was really something to see. She made a noise deep in her throat and her ass rose off the mattress as much as possible. Her pussy seemingly tried to force itself against my hands. Then she shuddered violently; I could almost hear her teeth chattering as pleasure washed over her. The aftershocks went on for quite a while, but eventually her body relaxed and she lay there, panting and softly trilling to herself.

Finally, I leaned over, unfastened the ties and removed the mask. We lay there in each other’s arms, and in good time, our relaxation turned to excitement again. We began kissing and caressing each other, and finally, I stripped and climbed on top of her for some more conventional — but equally pleasurable — sexual escapades. I frantically pumped my cock in and out of her pussy until I joined her in a mutually breathless release.

After that, our experiments with bondage became a pretty significant part of our sex life. We read books, watched videos and read blogs. We began scouting out online discussion groups that served the leather and BDSM communities. We talked openly about our fantasies and discussed the possibility of eventually hiring a dominatrix to help with our explorations.

Perhaps most significantly, we started buying equipment beyond those poor old neckties, but nothing too elaborate. We found an online store that sold us hand and ankle cuffs and some good rope. We specifically did not buy anything like floggers or riding crops. I don’t think either of us was opposed to the idea, but we were still just dipping our toes into kinky waters. What we had acquired seemed to work pretty well for us, though, and soon we were playing bondage games on the regular.

About a month or so into this period, Dana asked if we could try something specific. She wanted to revisit the scene we had enjoyed that first night, during which she had been forced to hold her climax back until I gave her “permission” to come. I was more than willing to do that. The truth is I had thought about that night more than once and wanted to elaborate on our escapade.

We set a date — about a week out. That whole seven days we were both excited and somewhat nervous. I noticed we were also unusually attentive to each other and were constantly kissing and holding hands. It was as though we were preparing to set off on some grand adventure together, one that would see our lives forever changed.

The big night finally came. After a light dinner at our favorite sushi place, we went home, showered and got ready. I wore my favorite slacks and shirt. Dana, of course, wore nothing. But I had never seen her looking sexier.

I used our new cuffs to secure her in the now familiar spread-eagled position. Her skin seemed unusually warm, and as I laid my hands on her, I felt like I could sense the steady thrum of her heart beating away inside her. She shut her eyes, and what she said next startled me: “Look under the bed.”

I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking, “What do you mean?” Instead, I got down on the floor and glanced beneath the bed.

After a moment, I cleared my throat and asked, “What am I looking for, exactly?”

“Oh my God,” Dana said. “You’re kidding me. It’s under there. I know it is!”

“I don’t see anything but dust bunnies,” I told her.

I had to untie Dana, so she could help me look for this mystery item. Both of us were trying our best to be patient, but it did kind of ruin the mood. Dana found the space under the bed was just as empty as I’d claimed. She looked in our closet and dresser drawers and was soon close to tears. She refused to tell me what we were looking for, which in my view didn’t help. All she would say was that the evening wouldn’t work without it. Eventually, she sat down on the bed in a dejected mood.

I went out to the living room to take a break. I was worn out and disappointed.

That was when I saw the corner of a large yellow envelope peeking out from under the couch. I pulled it out and found it had been addressed to me, though I didn’t remember ordering anything. I didn’t recognize the return address, either. On the other hand, everything we had ordered for our “experiments,” had been under my name. So, acting on a hunch, I tore open the envelope and was delighted by what I saw inside.

I returned to the bedroom with the contents of the envelope held carefully behind my back. 

“I think I found what you were looking for,” I told her, presenting her with a padded black leather sleep mask. Dana must have ordered it as a surprise. It was a lot better than the mask we had used that first night.

Dana sighed as she took it from me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I wanted it to be a surprise, so I hid it. A little too well, apparently. I stuck it somewhere else and forgot about it.”

“Well, it was still a surprise,” I said, laughing. “So, what do you say we get this show on the road?”

A moment later I had her bound again, this time with the blindfold in place. I climbed on the bed to straddle her body and began kissing her, each peck a luscious surprise.

It was much the same when I turned my attention to her breasts, this time biting her nipples to add some spice, and she was very vocal about how much she loved those bursts of pleasurable pain. I think if we’d been using my old neckties that night, the knots would not have survived.

By that point, I was as hot as Dana. I abandoned her boobs and went down on her, kissing and licking her pussy and that fascinating nugget of pleasure peeking out from its fleshy hood. Dana sounded like she was losing it for real. But she didn’t beg to come, didn’t ask me if she could. She instinctively realized I’d let her know by my actions when I was ready to take her over the edge.

That moment came sooner, rather than later. I put my lips on her clit, and I sucked it good and hard. That was all the permission she needed. Her climax was like an explosion. It practically made the walls ring. I leaned over her, pressing the length of my cock against her wet slit and repeatedly sliding it along her furrow without penetrating her. I felt a burst of pleasure as my own climax hit and I emptied my balls all over her mound.

Afterward, we lay together, kissing and talking. I removed Dana’s bonds and blindfold and tossed them to the floor. Lovemaking doesn’t have to be perfect, of course, a fact we both learned that night. But in the end, the evening’s events had brought us even closer.