The Gift

Postby putasockinit2 » Thu Jul 02, 2015 5:00 pm

There is a female figure sat in the chair in the corner of the room. As I approach she begins to struggle. It is obvious that she is bound, but under closer examination it becomes more obvious just where on her body her movements are restricted. Her legs covered in latex thigh high boots, tied together at the lower knee and ankle. A black latex girdle with matching underwear covers the woman’s hips and most intimate area; whilst a skimpy red latex vest covers her top half…just about.

Her wrists are secured to the wooden antique arm rests of the chair with black duct tape, wound repeatedly and thickly to keep her in it. More tape is wound around each of her elbows to the outer 2 posts of the chair’s back. It keeps her upper body straight and holds her firm.

Her beautiful brunette hair is tied in a ponytail, neatly and securely, just like her bonds. Her lips covered by several strips of the same black tape used to secure her arms. Her deep hazel eyes seem to tease me in this dimly lit room as her busty chest moves around with every struggle. Her nipples are distinguishable in the latex vest, whether this is due to a sexual arousal she feels by her bonds and helplessness or a slight autumn breeze that suddenly blows through the open window is unknown to me at this time. The window itself restricted by six iron bars, each individually adding to the prison effect felt in the room at this time. The girl suddenly looks up at me, noticing me looking around the room. Her eyes appear to beg me to come over, at least that’s what I think she wants.

She gestures with her eyes and eventually I work out she wants me to touch her latex covered breasts. Naturally I oblige, beginning t fondle her as she tilts her head back and moans behind her gag; a gag silencing feelings of excitement, sexual tension, lust and nervousness as I suddenly break off from her busty chest. They are easily DD in size and look wonderful restricted behind her latex vest. After running my hands up and down her luscious legs individually a few times, I eventually stop and stand in front of her. She spots the bulge in my trousers as I begin to piece together the information I had acquired throughout the last few days.

My mind begins to wander. So many questions fill my mind that I want to ask her…yet I didn’t want to untie her and neither did she appear to want me to as she struggled playfully in the chair, continuing to attract my attention. She was certainly competing for it the amount of effort she appeared to put in to her struggles. Her scantily clad body as well as her young and beautiful looks all restricted by her moderate bindings.

I read the text again, making sure it was correct as I focused on the sentences “I’ve left a little gift inside as a thank-you for helping me so much the past few months especially. It didn’t seem right to make it travel with me all that way. I’m sure it will be eager to meet you as much as you will be when you find it.”

It was at this point on the text sent roughly 8 hours previous that I had originally thought he was going to present me with some pet of his I hadn’t known about. I laugh to myself in light of this recent memory, how wrong was I? Although, looking at her bonds, outfit and her deeply seductive eyes, maybe I wasn’t as far away from that thought as it would seem.

Was this his little secret kept from me and presumably all the people that were close to him? Was this beautiful woman really my gift from him? Was this all okay with her?

I had so many questions about this circumstance, I wanted to make sure with the woman that she was happy with being this gift of mine, that she truly was happy to be treated in such a manner. Her deep hazel eyes seemed to play with my thoughts. For every thought of panic or worry for her safety and why she was tied as she was, her eyes lured me in like a fishing rod, begging for more attention, affection and to impress me. She knew the power of her looks, she knew the restrictions of her bonds, yet all this seemed to give her some advantage over me but I wasn’t sure what. Yet equally I felt the one in control as I fondled her. There was something about this mutual dependency that was beginning to arouse deeper feelings in the both of us, making many of my questions disappear as fast as they came.
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Re: The Gift

Postby putasockinit2 » Fri Jul 03, 2015 7:40 am

I did eventually remove her gag sometime later where she caught me by surprise a little as she also spat out a red thong. Her tender eyes looked up at me as I allowed her to drink from a bottle of water raised to her mouth.

“So, are you the ‘gift’ then?” I asked, not quitter sure where to start this conversation.
“It would appear I am” she smiled as she checked her bonds. “Don’t worry, I am here by choice and from what my previous master told me, I am yours to do as you please with” she smiled in a trusting tone. There was a hint of nervous apprehension in her voice which would be understandable since she hasn’t been in contact with me before.

“Okay that’s good, does anyone know you are here or even exist?”

“I have no family, no friends, and no possessions. I was born a number, trained to obey, bought by your friend a few years ago as his bondage slave.” She paused taking a breath. “Its okay though, I love to serve, its what I think I do well. I love the bondage involved, the humiliation, the punishments, the sex. It all comes together usually into a very nice, trusting and intimate relationship.” She ended each of her sentences in a slightly abrupt tone, something I presumed had been trained into her. I didn’t know what to feel for her, On the one hand she claims she has no friends or family yet on the other she admits she enjoys this way of life, this existence in a bondage fantasy.

“Right, so you really have no people actively looking for you or anything? And are you sure you are okay with this? As I am of course interested in taking you home.” I smiled as I was still a little puzzled by how relaxed she was in her predicament.

“No its cool, and I would love for you to take me home. My previous owner was brilliant but of course I understand his reasoning for moving on. It also allows me to experience a different setting maybe. I also get to serve someone different in you, someone who might like slightly different things or methods.” She paused as she looked at me with her hazel eyes that were burning with passion. “May I ask you a question?”

This caught me a little off guard. “Uh-yeah sure, what is it?” I smiled attempting to appear friendly towards her.

“Do you like what you see? Am I good enough for you? Because if I’m not then could you at least try to sell me on. I don’t care about previous experience, harshness or anything like that. My main interest is that I impress you as a potential owner. I want to.” She sounded so vulnerable when she spoke like this, yet so confident at the same time. It was clear to me she was comfortable and experienced with this way of life, yet her only demand was to be liked, appreciated and to impress me. I was quite touched by the sentiment.
“Of course I do. When I first saw you I must say you looked fantastic in your latex outfit, all secured for me like that. And with you so willing, it makes me excited for what I could do with you when I get you home.”

“Then that makes me happy” she smiled before putting on a fake lawyer voice and jokingly added “no further questions.”

Feeling so much more in tune with each-other and what we both wanted, I was eager to take her home, but she appeared perfect as she was, taped to the chair in such a manner as she was. To her side was two large silver suitcases, one empty and one full to the brim with clothes. Later examination revealed most of these outfits were numerous variations of lingerie, bikinis and many other interesting outfits.

The empty case however had a small sticky note stuck to the handle. As I read it, it appeared to me that my friend had thought of every eventuality as he described how to get this woman into the case and lock her inside. I was informed that air holes were all over it whilst also advised this was the best way. They didn’t want anyone seeing this woman in public around here as they worried whether speculation would begin to rise.
A third bag, a slightly larger and longer holdall, contained plenty of materials to help me out. Inside was a vast array of tapes, ropes and gags to name but a few types of its contents. Ideas began to strike in my head how best to get her in the bag now and I felt much more confident and relaxed with her after the chat we had just had. Before I began, I re-gagged her with the pieces of black sticky tape that were just sticky enough to stay. This wasn’t a long time fix, just merely for a photo as I had to keep a record of just how beautiful she looked in our first meeting.

As the shutter clicked a few times, it could even be suggested that she felt a sense of pride as she posed slightly for the duration of the photography session. She loved the attention and as I picked up the scissors, are mutual excitement to get started was clear to each of us.
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs ;) :lol:
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...

Re: The Gift

Postby MisterTheEdge » Tue Jul 21, 2015 6:31 pm

I like where this is going.
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