Monica was a sound sleeper after a long workout in the gym. She pushed herself as hard as she could for an hour after classes, and then went home for an afternoon nap.
Brandon’s classes took longer to finish, so that by the time Monica was in bed, he’d be coming back in for the first time.
The two of them had found their own place off campus for second year. The fact that they both had part-time jobs was what allowed them this freedom. They had worked out their schedules and planned out special events during the time they were able to spend together.
Of course, Monica’s nap time was not one of those times. During the weekdays, Monica’s post-gym nap would coincide with Brandon’s return from classes. Brandon would quietly have a snack while doing homework or preparing an assigned project. If he’d come in playing a trumpet he’d probably not wake her up, but he did it out of the courtesy that had become a habit for him. When Monica woke up, they’d prepare dinner together and had the evening to themselves if they wished.
And so it was on this Friday afternoon that Brandon came in to find his girlfriend sound asleep on the bed, so exhausted from her workout that she hadn’t even taken a shower or changed out of her gym clothes before lying down for a rest.
Brandon adored her. She had shoulder-length hair that was a shade of light brown which almost matched her eye colour. Her breasts were not large, but there was no mistaking their shape underneath her shirt. But what Brandon also liked was just how physically fit she was. She had always been sporty, and had actually been offered a few scholarships. She had turned them down to study something she felt was more practical in the long run, but she still kept up her physique. Brandon paused a moment to look at how toned and firm her muscles were.
After checking on Monica, Brandon went to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. He had some reading to do and he had time to kill. Better to do it now than on Sunday when he’d procrastinated on everything.
Brandon was one of those people who allowed time to fly by when he began to read. So it seemed that he had barely opened the book when Monica entered the room, fresh from her nap.
“Hey baby,” she murmured, kissing the back of his neck as she knew he loved.
Brandon turned to look up at her. Even if he stood up, he only reached her chin. Her height had bothered him a little bit during high school but he’d thankfully realized how stupid he was being.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
Monica stretched, making her look even taller, “Pretty good. Had a nice workout. I’m still feeling a bit tired though.”
“You want to keep napping?”
“I don’t know. I’m also hungry. Let’s just have dinner.”
Brandon picked up his books from the table and took them to their room. He heard Monica begin to take out food from the refrigerator in the kitchen.
Just as he was putting his books on the shelf, his eyes wandered over to the little white container he kept next to his reading material.
Brandon talked in his sleep. It wasn’t a problem for him, but he could even wake up Monica on occasion. So for her sake he had gotten some sleeping pills which put him in such a slumber that he was out for a solid seven hours without dreams.
Looking at those pills, and hearing his girlfriend in the background, Brandon was suddenly given an idea. An idea that made his throat run dry with shock and anticipation.
He and Monica had planned to have another bondage session. It had been one of the things that brought them together in Grade 12. Brandon would be dominated by Monica, put through humiliation after humiliation to their mutual delight. But occasionally, the shoe would be on the other foot. Brandon had discovered that he loved being the dominant one almost as much as being submissive. And Monica had found a new attraction to being restrained and humbled by her boyfriend.
Since the weekend plan was ready to go anyway, Brandon thought, why not surprise her?
He knew that the pills were safe for Monica, and he knew how much she would need for a couple hours. Breaking one of the pills in half, he kept it in his hand and went back into the kitchen.
To his utter relief, Monica had taken a glass of water for herself as well. Brandon knew he had to move quickly.
He took out a pot from the kitchen, conveniently placing it by the glass of water so that he was ‘forced’ to take it and move it. As he picked it up, he quickly placed the sleeping pill inside it and watched it dissolve.
“Is this yours?” He asked innocently after the evidence was gone.
“Yeah, thanks.” Monica said, taking it and drinking from it.
Brandon looked away to hide his glee.
After a few minutes, he heard Monica suddenly say, “Wow, I really am still tired…”
Furiously fighting to keep his voice neutral, Brandon replied, “Just go lie down and have another nap, I’ll take care of dinner.”
“Thanks, Brandon.” Monica turned and went inside their bedroom again.
Brandon was silent as he listened to Monica slump down on the bed. After ten minutes he went in, “Monica”?
He lightly tapped her on the shoulder, even pinched her cheek, but she was fast asleep.
Now the fun would begin.
Brandon went for their closet and grabbed some equipment that they had brought with them to university.
Laying these tools on the bed, he turned back to his sleeping girlfriend.
Her gym clothes were covered in the smell of her sweat, despite being perfectly dry. Brandon carefully removed her articles of clothing one by one, marveling at how Monica barely even stirred.
There was no hesitation in Brandon’s actions. He remembered how Monica had once played a similar trick on him, taking advantage of his deep sleep to have him wake up naked and tied spread-eagle to the bed. She’d had a lot of fun that morning covering him with icecubes and teasing him to the point of orgasm without any release. So there was to be no mercy for her now.
He took a length of rope and tied her wrists behind her back. He then tied more rope over and under her breasts to keep her forearms in place. It also caused her breasts to stick out further than they normally would, which he certainly didn’t object to.
With that done, Brandon carefully secured a crotch rope onto Monica, tying it tight so that it would come into effect when she woke up and tried to move. He then tied her legs together at three different points and then wove another length of rope in between her wrist tie and rope around her ankles. She was now naked and firmly hogtied.
Next came the tricky part. Brandon took the underwear that she’d been wearing to the gym, as well as her used sports bra. Thankfully both were an older pair so he had no qualms stuffing both into her mouth. He knew that she’d be able to breathe through her nose, so there was no risk that she’d choke. Monica was thus left with her cheeks bulging, and the ends threatening to spill out of her mouth at the merest attempt to spit. Brandon took care of that by securing a bit gag over the stuffing.
He looked at his watch when he was finished. He had about an hour before the effect wore off.
‘Well,’ he thought, ‘might as well finish that bit of studying.’
So it was that he sat in the big bean bag chair in the corner of the bedroom, reading quietly while his girlfriend was tied and gagged on the bed in her sleep. He’d later think back on that image and laugh.
Of course, Monica wasn’t laughing when she finally woke up.
The first thing she noticed was that she had a bad taste in her mouth, and she couldn’t move her tongue from where it was pinned to the bottom of her mouth. Then when she tried to feel what was wrong, she noticed that her hands wouldn’t move. With a jolt she realized that she’d been tied up and gagged.
She opened her eyes and screamed, but the gag made her all but silent. As she struggled, she felt a jolt from her crotch area, and it was around that point where she realized she was naked.
“’Evening, babe.”
Brandon stepped into her line of vision, looking like he’d conquered the world.
She had always loved his pale blue eyes. They were so beautiful to her, it was part of what had attracted him to her in the first place. His dark brown curls never seemed to submit to an ordered hairstyle unless he kept his hair very short, which he often forgot to do. He was thin, so thin that she could always see three or four of his ribs when he took off his shirt. He was not what she’d call weak, but he was certainly no athlete. Not like she was. She could pick him up and have him on her shoulders if she wanted. But now he stood over her, gloating as she struggled.
The hard muscles of her body tensed, bulging as she struggled against her bonds. She growled and grunted as she attempted to break free. Seeing her like this made Brandon feel as though he would ejaculate in his clothing. She was always so strong, so that the sight of her helpless seemed almost impossible to imagine. Until moments like this when she was bound and gagged.
So often he’d been asked how it felt to have a girlfriend who was both taller and stronger than him. It had been a subject of ridicule in the last year of high school when they’d started to go out, but Brandon had realized that he would not let these stupid opinions get in the way of the happiness he felt when he was with Monica.
Monica, meanwhile, strained against the ropes, relishing the feeling of helplessness at the hands of Brandon. She couldn’t help but feel that perverse joy in being subdued and held captive by someone whom she could easily defeat in any kind of physical fight. She played three different sports in high school, and visited the university gym frequently in between her studies. Being captured by Brandon seemed absurd in theory, yet he had found a way to do so, and she was now his captive.
TBC