This is a story I started a long time ago, but never finished. Yeah, I have a bad habit of doing that, for whatever reason. Mostly I just get busy and distracted. This is a true story (completed now, the whole post is here so you don't have to go find the earlier part), but since it's pretty explicit I thought it wasn't appropriate for the true tugs section.
This is a true story that happened a while ago, wasn’t sure if I was going to share it here but I finally decided to. As a warning, it probably deserves to go in the more ‘explicit’ section of this site, but since it’s true I wanted to post it here.
For those of you who have read some of my other stories, I have been curious about bondage for as long as I can remember. I enjoy the whole idea of bondage generally, but I am particularly interested in being tied up, so I guess I’m a sub, if you want to put it that way. I brought up the issue with a friend of mine a long while back and he was really open and unjudgemental about it. In fact, he was a curious to learn more about my curiosity as I was.
Anyway, we had played around a little bit but then life took us separate ways and my fetish had become just a fantasy for a while. Last summer though, I was briefly back in my home town and had this experience.
My parents have a time-share at a resort a few hours from their home, so they get a week in a two bedroom suite each summer. I happened to be at home last summer during that week and my parents asked if I wanted to use a day or two. They were planning on going up briefly, but both are very busy and couldn’t tear themselves away from work and life for long enough to spend the whole week. I said sure, and immediately thought of inviting my friend to come with me a hang out, since I couldn’t imagine it would be very fun by myself. He said sure, and I knew right away that there was a good chance this would be a kinky day or two.
To make a long story short, I packed my bondage stuff, picked up my friend, James, and we headed up to the resort. We first walked around the town, got food at a fast-food joint and hit up the pool. Then, that evening, we were sitting around the place when he asked me what I wanted to do.
“I dunno, what do you feel like?” I asked. I knew what he was getting at, but I was still ashamed to seem to eager to get tied up, so I avoided the issue. “We could watch TV or play computer games,” I suggested. We had brought our laptops in case we got bored – they had free wireless internet at the resort.
“Hmm, I’m cool with whatever,” he responded. “But I’m not really in the mood to game right now, we always tend to fall back on that when we hang out, I wouldn’t mind a change.”
“Ok.” I knew I couldn’t get away without at least suggesting bondage. I mean, the bag with my stuff in it was sitting on the kitchen table for crying out loud. “Well, you know…we could always play some tie up games.”
“Ok.” He tried to seem nonchalant about it, but I could tell he was looking forward to this. I wasn’t just going to let him tie me up though. I wanted to know what it was like to be the one in control too.
“How about we play a game to determine who gets tied up?”
“Play a game to determine who gets tied up?” He was clearly perplexed. I don’t think he expected to be at risk of getting tied up himself.
“Yeah, that way there’s some suspense in it, rather than you just tying me up each time. You know, just cause I am curious about being tied up doesn’t mean I want to be your gimp every time.”
James looked taken aback. “Ok, ok. I’m cool with that.”
“Alright, we’ll roll on it. I mean, I didn’t bring any dice or anything but we can use a random number generator online. We’ll generate a random number between one and one hundred. Since you’re not as interested in bondage as me, we’ll say that if the number is between 1 and 35, you get tied up by me. If it’s above 35, I get tied up.”
“Alright,” James shrugged. “Doesn’t seem too complicated.”
“Wait a second, I didn’t say I was done.”
He looked at me suspiciously. “Ok, what’s the catch?”
“The catch,” I continued, “is that the one who gets tied up has 45 minutes to get free. In the mean time, the captor gets to use the jacuzi tub in the master bedroom that I’ve been wanting to try out ever since we got here.”
“Ok. Sounds good, only you won’t be the one using it,” James smirked. “The odds are definitely in my favor. But what if the captive gets free?”
“That’s the best part,” I said, grinning mischievously. “If the captive gets free within 45 minutes, then the captor becomes the captive. He gets as long as he wants to tie up the other.”
James smiled back, clearly liking this turn of events. “How long does the game last?”
“As long as the captor wants it to.” I shrugged, as if to say, “of course the captor gets to decide how long it lasts.”
It was clear that James was carefully assessing the new ramifications of this game. After a second or two he nodded and said, “Ok, I’m in.” A shiver when down my spine. I knew where this could be headed, and the possibilities were somewhat frightening, but of course that only made me more excited. “But wait, what if the 45 minutes expire and the captive doesn’t get free?”
“Obviously, he stays the other’s slave until he gets free or his captor decides to free him. I mean, there’s no other way he will get free, right?”
James was clearly liking what he was hearing now. “And can the captor do whatever he wants with his slave while he’s tied up? I mean, beyond tying him up.”
“Of course. Who’s to stop him?” I hoped I made it sound like an obvious conclusion, but I was secretly hoping he would take note. I wanted to be more than tied up, to be honest. I wanted to be completely out of control, to experience being a sub in more ways than just being tied up. Though exactly what ways I wasn’t sure, which scared me a little.
“Let’s get this started then,” I said, trying to sound and appear confident. I pulled up the site on my laptop and entered 1-100 as the range I wanted. I looked back at James to see if he was watching. He was. I pushed “generate” and the cursor pinwheeled momentarily. We each waited tensely.
It showed 34.
I looked back at James. His face was in pure disbelief. He clearly had assumed that the odds would ensure I would be the gimp on the floor. I smiled craftily and said, “Alright, get on the floor, bitch!”
He paused for a second, deciding whether to obey me or not. I snapped my fingers impatiently and pointed to the floor at my feet. He stood up from his chair and laid down on his stomach, rolling his eyes as he did so. I grabbed some rope and began to work.
“Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered. He obeyed, and I wrapped them nice and tight.
“Hey, not too tight. I can’t feel my fingers anymore,” he complained. I had never done this before, so I was worried I might hurt him by cutting off his circulation. I loosened the rope a little, then turned to his ankles, tying them as well.
I was aiming for a hogtie, as I knew how hard they were to escape from, but I didn’t want to put too much strain on his hands, so I tied a rope harness around his chest first, then tied his ankles to the harness. I had seen this done online and was pretty proud of myself, to be honest. To my surprise, I loved the sensation of pulling James’ ankles tight over his butt as I fastened the rope to his chest harness. I had always thought that being the sub was the only part of bondage I liked, but clearly I enjoyed being in the dominant role as well.
I stepped back and looked at my prisoner. He grunted and squirmed feebly, trying to turn around to see the bonds on his wrists and ankles. Satisfied, I turned to leave the room.
“Well, I’ll be soaking in the jacuzi. Have fun wriggling around.” James just grunted and kept squirming. I walked into the master bedroom/bathroom and stepped up to the jacuzi tub. It was huge, and the water (which had been filling while I was tying up James) was full and steaming hot. I smiled, stripped off my clothes, and stepped in.
It was bliss! I couldn’t believe the sensation. Every part of my skin was alive, and yet I felt relaxed and peaceful.
“Hey, James!” I called to him out in the living room. “This is amazing! How are you doing out there?” I tried to make my voice as mocking as possible.
“Doing pretty good!” He called back to me. I felt a momentary stab of fear that he was actually on the verge of getting free, but quickly reassured myself that there was no way he could have gotten out already. I had tied him up well, a text-book hogtie. I sunk into the pure bliss of the hot water and let myself relax completely.
I called a few taunts every now and then, watching the clock lazily as the minutes went by. I thought idly what I would do with him after the 45 minutes were up. How long should I keep him tied up? I thought to myself. Should I let him keep his clothes, or should I embarrass him a little? How about a gag? I knew he didn’t like the idea of being gagged, so the thought was actually quite appealing.
I looked up at the clock and noticed that 25 minutes had expired. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. When I opened them, James was just walking through the door. My heart hopped into my throat, then sank just as quickly down into my gut.
“Hey, bitch,” he said pleasantly as he walked towards me in the tub. I tried to say something, but I was still registering mentally what was going on and what it all meant for my future. James reached the edge of the tub.
“Looks nice. I think I might have a try. Get your ass out of the tub.”
Ashamed, I waited for a second hoping he would at least leave the room to let me towel off and put some clothes on first. He didn’t move. Instead, he repeated his last command more emphatically. “Out!”
I stood up, the water draining off my body, and stepped out onto the tile floor. He pointed to a spot next to the towel rack and said, “Kneel.” I knew he wouldn’t let me get dressed so I didn’t ask. I just obeyed. I knelt on the floor, shivering a little, while he produced a pair of handcuffs from his left hand. My eyes went wide. I knew I would never get free if I was cuffed and he had the key.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” I protested.
“What’s not fair?” James retorted. “You’re my slave now, per your rules, and I can do whatever I want.” He was right. Those were my rules. “Now put your hand next to the towel rack.” I dutifully obeyed, though with a sinking feeling. He crisply clapped my hands in the cuffs around the metal bar the towels hung on, so I couldn’t pull them away. I was effectively chained to the wall. Oh, and did I mention? I was naked. James smirked as he looked down at me, naked and wet, kneeling submissively on the floor. “That’s better,” he said. Now I’m gonna see how good this jacuzi really is. And with that, he stripped naked and stepped in.
“Ahhh…” James’ long sigh slowly trailed off as he leaned his head back against the back of the jacuzi. “This is amazing.” Then he turned to me and, with infinite disdain, said, “How are you doing?”
His eyes took in my naked, wet, body. I knelt on the cold tile floor, huddled against the wall with my hands chained around the rowel rack. While he lazily examined my predicament I shivered involuntarily as the water slowly dripped off my body. I pulled against my restraints, but it did little more than make a dismal rattling sound. I knew perfectly well there was no way I was getting out of this one.
James chuckled. “You’re my cute little bitch now. I like it.” He closed his eyes and sighed again, sinking lower into the water. I couldn’t do anything but kneel there and wait. I pulled my hands as close to my body as I could to conserve warmth, but I still shivered every now and then. What was – in my mind – far worse, however, was the surge of emotion that rushed through me as he looked at me chained to the wall and said I was his bitch. I had been embarrassed stepping out of the tub naked in front of him, but being labeled his slave after it was so obvious that that’s exactly what I was – and being totally naked on top of it – sent a surge of humiliation through me that, to my shame, aroused me enormously. I shifted my weight and raised one leg to try and hide my erection. James saw me move and glanced over lazily. I panicked and looked down at my crotch to make sure my erection was hidden behind my leg; of course, James followed my glance and saw the expression on my face. He raised one eyebrow and a bemused, questioning, look filled his eyes. He scanned my body again for a couple of seconds before replying.
“Are we excited over there?”
I frowned and retorted, “Does it look like I’m having fun?” I tried to put all the sarcasm into my voice that I could and I even allowed a semi-involuntary shiver to prove my point. James wasn’t convinced.
“Well, you ought to be, given what I’m going to do to you in a few minutes.” James said this with his eyes closed, head resting against the back of the jacuzi. He looked utterly comfortable. I, on the other hand, was miserable. Since I now had only one knee on the ground I had to compensate by leaning against the tiled wall, which was very cold on my skin. I was really starting to feel the chill – my nipples were rock hard and I shivered every now and again. The only alternative was to return my other knee to the floor, but this would expose my erection, which I couldn’t bear to do. So I remained as I was, leaning my body against the wall and hoping James would finish with the jacuzi soon.
He didn’t. He left me there chained to the wall for a full thirty minutes while he luxuriated. Every now and again he would deign to open his eyes and glance over and drink in my predicament with obvious pleasure. The humiliation burned in my body every time. After all, I had won the first round and tied him in what I thought was a strict hog tie; all I had to do was prevent him from escaping for an hour and he would have been my slave, to do with as I pleased. But it had only taken James half an hour to get free, and so I awaited my fate as his slave, naked and bound.
Eventually James let out a great sigh and, with excessive theatrics, stood up and stepped slowly out of the jacuzi, wrapping himself in a towel. He had put his stuff in the second bedroom, so he left me in the master bedroom for a few minutes. When he returned he was wearing boxer shorts and sweat pants but no shirt: he loved to show off his beautiful upper body, the braggart. I was slender and had some upper body strength, but I lacked the six-pack or the clear-cut muscular definition of my captor. James stopped short of me and put his hands on his hips, looking me over slowly.
In the intervening minutes since I was first chained to the wall my arousal had subsided somewhat, but when James returned, comfortable and dressed for the evening while I was uncomfortable and undressed for what I knew would likely be the rest of the evening, it flared up again. And now James was facing me head on, instead of from the side as before, so it was impossible to hide my excitement any longer. As my erection grew James smiled his smirking, superior smile.
“I’m going to have fun with you tonight, that’s for sure.” I blushed furiously.
James stared at my body for a full ten seconds then went into the living room. When he returned he had rope in his hands. He knelt down next to me and quickly but efficiently bound my wrists together. Next, he tied my ankles, leaving about eight inches or so of slack between them, effectively hobbling me. Then he uncuffed me, grabbed the excess rope from my wrist bonds and began walking towards the living room. I was forced to stand and follow or be dragged behind him out of the master bedroom. I preferred walking to being dragged (as I was naked, I could only imagine how the rug burn must feel), so I stood and attempted to follow as best I could. My hobble meant that I had to take several short steps for every one of his, which was humiliating enough by itself, but it also made my junk bounce around. James noticed this with glee.
My mind was still having trouble wrapping itself around the reality that I was fully and truly James’ slave, forced to bend to his will and without a stitch of clothing on my body. As the realization grew, so did my erection – compounding the feeling. By the time James pushed me roughly into a chair I had one of the biggest hard-ons in my life and could do nothing to hide it.
James made short work of me, pulling my hands up over my head and behind me, tying the free end of the rope to back of the chair. He tied my ankles to the chair legs and stood back to admire. I squirmed some, trying to get free, but could not really move much. Then I saw a flash of inspiration cross James’ face and I froze in fear. What had he just thought of? It couldn’t possibly be good for me, given his expression. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn’t keep me waiting in suspense for long. He walked behind me and began untying the rope keeping my hands behind my neck attached to the chair. I could feel it come loose as the pressure eased on my arms. But then I felt his hand against my butt.
“Lift up your butt!” He ordered. I did so almost instinctively, shying away from his touch. I felt his hand move under my body while his other reached around and under me from the front. He exchanged the rope from the behind hand to the front hand and pulled the rope sharply forward. I felt two things happen simultaneously. First, the pressure returned to my arms, yanking them tightly back behind my head and down towards my back. Second, as my body settled back down on the chair the rope bit tightly into my butt crack. I could the rope slide along my ass as he pulled it taut.
If I wasn’t aroused before I certainly was now. I even let out an involuntary moan of surprise and pleasure.
“You like that?” James chuckled. He didn’t wait around to finish his new idea. Within seconds he had tied the rope off around my erection. I squirmed a little and tried to move my hands, only to discover that each time I did it tugged on my dick and made the rope move along my crack. The surge of emotion that resulted was a million things at once: pain, pleasure, humiliation, shame, desire. I tried to settle into a sort of stable equilibrium where the pressure on my genitals was minimal but that allowed some relief to my tiring arms. I grunted and moaned a few times (all involuntarily, I assure you) in the process. One thing was sure though, I had a raging erection now and it was not likely to go away anytime in the near future, not with the constant tugging from my wrists.
I glanced down at my body as I squirmed, taking in my predicament for the first time since I had been chained in the master bedroom. The sight hammered home one level clearer how fully out of control I had become. James watched all this with evident, wicked pleasure. His cruel idea had worked splendidly. To finish it off he held up a black ball gag. I didn’t even try to resist. He plunged the rubber ball deep into my open mouth and buckled the strap tightly behind my head. I tried a few words of protest but all that came out was a garbled stream of muffled grunting and moaning.
James now grabbed a piece of red vines licorice and took to whipping me on my belly, chest, and legs and arms. It hurt bad, believe me, and elicited quite a few moans from his gagged slave.
“Man, this is so much fun,” James exclaimed as he looked down at me writhing naked in the chair under my restraints and his blows. “I told you I was going to have fun with you tonight. But it’s only just beginning,” he concluded ominously. All I could do was moan pitifully into my gag and await his next whim.
James left the living room and went back into the master bedroom for a short moment. I tried to use the moment to escape, but each effort only tugged on my junk and made me more frustrated, in more ways than one. After a short time I gave in, surrendering my body completely to my captor. I knew it was entirely up to James what he did to me and when I would be untied. And he seemed only to be getting started.
He returned with a can of shaving cream. He squirted some on each index finger, then set the can down and stood in front of me. I looked at him nervously, feeling my nakedness as much as ever; he could place that on any part of my body he chose. He didn’t hesitate, however. He bent over and began simultaneously to rub the shaving cream onto both of my nipples. I’m not going to lie: it was quite erotic and pleasurable. I may be an avid bondage fan, but I’m not gay. Even so, it was quite sensational. I think it might have had something to do with the fact that he was doing something that I would normally never allow another guy to do; so the fact that he was doing it proved that I could not stop him from doing anything, even the most embarrassing things. I think I gave a semi-involuntary moan of pleasure.
“You like that, bitch?” James asked. I tried to give a small sound of assent, but all that came out was a soft moan, which came off all wrong, given the context. “Oh yeah? Well being my bitch isnt all fun and games,” he responded. And with that the pleasure ended and the pain began again. He picked up his licorice again and commenced whipping my belly and thighs, then made special effort to whip my recently stimulated nipples. That hurt, and I squirmed and moaned in complaint with each blow. James was of course enjoying every minute. I was just glad he hadn’t so far decided to whip my junk. That really would have hurt.
James said he wanted to cover my body in honey or jelly or butter or something like that, but when he looked in the small kitchen there wasn’t any food stocked. So instead he grabbed a marker and took to drawing on my body – giving special attention to my nipples, belly button and junk. Yes, he drew all over my junk, which was unbelievably humiliating, having my erect genitals scrutinized and stimulated like that. I tried squirming and shiftin my weight to make him stop, but then he would just whip me until I became still again. And by this time my body was covered in red whip marks, so I wasn’t in the mood to resist. After this, he got lotion, put a dollop on each index finger and rubbed my nipples again. Then he grabbed the rope running from my wrists down my back and through my crotch and pulled it up, tightening the knot around my junk and the snugness of the rope in between my legs. I could do nothing but moan, so that’s what I did. Which elicited a chuckly from James, who switched to stimulating my nipples again.
I was thoroughly confused and stimulated at this point, barraged by a slew of conflicting emotions: humiliation, pleasure, pain, frustration, fatigue, suspense. I wanted James to untie me, I was desperate to cover my naked body, and I was beginning to ache from being bound and gagged in an awkward position for so long (at this point, probably three hours bound in the chair). But I was excited to find out what James would do to me next, and also enjoyed being helpless and also being naked – it enhanced the suspense because of the things he could do to me.
Finally, I was reaching breaking point and needed to change positions. I began to try and communicate this to my captor, which amounted to a lot of moans and eye-pleading. James responded by whipping my body again, but afterwards began to untie my ankles. Once free of the chair (but with my arms still tied behind my head, through my legs, to my junk), I was led into the bedroom (not the master bedroom). Finally, James untied the knot around my junk – which, by the way, was still erect after all this time – my struggling, James’ nipple massages and my general humiliation made sure of that. Standing there, naked, with my hands tied helplessly behind my head, while James untied that knot was incredibly humiliating. It had, for the past three hours, been the symbol of my captivity – so having to stand there while he untied it was yet another defeat. It felt great though, to finally be able to lower my aching arms in front of me and not feel every movement tugging on my junk.
I let out a sigh of relief. James responded by whipping my ass – a part of me that had been previously protected from him. I knew he would whip me no matter what I did, so I just stood there and took it. He seemed to take this as a sign that I had totally given in, so he stopped and moved on to what became the final phase of my slavery. He pushed me onto the bed and hauled me up by the armpits to where he wanted me, then tied my wrists to the headboard. As you can guess, my legs were soon spread wide with each ankle bound to a separate leg of the bed. Then he ungagged me (my jaw was aching like crazy at that point) and looked me over. His devious smile was there as ever. I struggled and shifted, testing my bonds but mostly entertaining my captor – he never left a weakness in my bondage. After getting an eyeful of my body and bonds, he left the room.
I waited there, wondering what was next. But one hour turned into two, which became three. I started to get really desperate and worked tirelessly on the ropes for hours, trying to create slack to work with. After I had been spreadeagle on that bed for almost five hours I got enough slack in my wrist and ankle bonds to untie myself from the headboard. Then my ankles came off. I relieved myself (it had been almost 9 hours since James had chained me naked to the towelrack), then crept to the door and peered out. James was nowhere to be found. The door to the master bedroom was locked, as I discovered when I tentatively turned the handle. I worked on my wrist bonds for a half hour, using my teeth and anything else I could find. Finally, I got free. It was now 5 in the morning. I went back to the bed and crashed, not even bothering to put anything on. I had been naked so long now I hardly noticed it.
Next morning I awoke to a sharp pain on my butt. I was groggy but quickly discovered James was whipping my butt with the licorice from the night before. I retreated from him as quickly as I could, but not fast enough to avoid a couple more blows. I crouched in a corner of the room, trying to cover my body with my arms as he closed in.
“Hey! Stop!” I yelled in protest.
“Good morning, slave!” He responded menacingly.
“I’m not your slave anymore,” I protested, raising my arms above me as he rained blows down on my unprotected body.
“Oh yeah? You want to find out?” His look was one that indicated he was willing to wrestle it out. From past experience I knew who would win. I could already see myself pinned beneath his weight, being forcibly tied up and gagged. He saw my fearful look and offered his “olive branch” compromise.
“I won’t tie you up if you make breakfast.”
“Breakfast? Do we have food?”
“I went and got some this morning while you were asleep,” he retorted. I checked the clock – it was 11 AM.
I seized my chance – it was much better to cook breakfast for the two of us than be his naked plaything for another who-knows-how-long. “Ok,” I offered, trying not to sound too eager. He stepped back, giving me a path to the door.
“The food’s in the refrigerator.”
I began to look around for my clothes. Spotting my underwear, I crawled towards it. The humiliation from yesterday started to come back full-force. But before I got to my underwear I felt a stinging pain on the back of my hand.
“Ouch! You jerk!” I yelled.
“I never said you could put clothes on,” James said, wagging his finger at me reprovingly. When I said I was getting embarrassed again, that was an understatement. I hesitated but seeing his whip in hand I rose and retreated hastily from the room. But not fast enough to avoid a whip on the ass as I walked past him.
To make a long story short, I cooked breakfast for James totally nude. He would inspect my cooking and whip me ocassionally, usually across the ass. I had a huge erection the whole time, which made the situation that much more unbelievable. I had to stand at attention and wait on him while he ate. Only after was I permitted to eat. Then I had to do the dishes – all naked. Only then did he allow me to put some clothes on. I did the math in my head – I had spent 20 hours without a stitch of clothing on my body, and had been his slave the whole time. It was quite an experience.