What follows is my first posting of a story to the group. It's fiction, of course, but bits and pieces are based on true experiences. The Kelsey in the story is based on myself. In the future, I want to post more little vignettes like this one, on the same theme. At some time in the future, they may be strung together to form a longer narrative depicting the transformation of a normal girl into a bondage toy. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, and I'd love constructive comments. Thanks^^
A PARTY AT MY EXPENSE
They were laughing at me. Again. I had allowed myself to be caught and bound once more, and they were laughing at me as if were an idiot. How had this happened?
"Poor, poor Kelsey. All tied up."
"I think she likes it."
"She must. She's been tied up enough."
"That's because its too easy."
Yeah, what a wimp."
My wrists were bound, and Steven was now cinching my elbows tightly together. I gasped at the stress. "Please, please let me go. This isn't fair! I didn't ask for this!"
Steven laughed as he tightened the knots. "Sure you did. You always do. Its the way you look and act and dress. Its in who you are, Kelsey. This is what you need and want."
Steven and his friends had made a habit of tying me. At first it was nothing: a prank or joke. But then it happened again and again. Each time it was more serious, and I had become less of a person to them. I was just the target of their own meanness.
I was dropped on my belly. And lay helpless as Steven tied my ankles, my calves, my knees, my thighs. He worked quickly and efficiently, an expert now. I knew he spent time on the internet, studying how to tie me.
As he worked, the others continued joking about me, or talked about classes at the community college, or their progress with their Xbox games. They drank from their cokes, ate chips. I was just an object in their sight. They could have cared less what I felt, or what was happening to me.
"Steven, you don't have to do this. Please stop. You like me. I'm your girlfriend. Why are you doing this?"
Because I can. You deserve this. Now open up."
I tried to turn my head, but it was no use. I was already bound, and could not stop him. I made noise, a pathetic gurgle as he buckled the strap behind my head. The ball was too big, and tasted terrible. He laughed at my noise. "I love doing this to you, Kelsey."
After the gag, he cinched my feet to my elbows and made sure that my back was as arched as possible. the back of the gag was then linked to my ankles as well, forcing my head up and back, and the ballgag deeper into my mouth, the straps hurting my cheeks.
At this latest act of cruelty, his friends cheered. All of them, both guys and girls. They had no sense of mercy for me. I wondered if Steven had called them over just to watch him do this again. Probably.
Now someone handed him a roll of tape. I couldn't tell exactly who because my head couldn't turn enough to see. I was stunned when Steven began wrapping my hands in tape. "We can't let you pick at the knots, can we?" he explained with a laugh in his voice. He had never done this trick before,
Next he began wrapping tape over the ball gag. I was furious, but even more frightened. How could he be so mean? Is this all that I was now? When he had finished with my mouth, cotton pads were placed over my eyes, and more tape was wrapped around my head to hold them in place. I begged for release with a moan. It was all i could do. my mouth was full, my chest constricted, my lips sealed to the ball by the tape.
Somehow, no one laughed or cheered now. There was a long silence. I moaned again. Had they finally realized what they were doing to me?
"Kelsey. . ." Steven said my name tenderly. My heart swelled. Surely he had finally understood. Now he would release me!
"Kelsey. . .you look soooooooo hot!!!!." And then stuffed the plugs into my ears. I screamed in frustration and despair as the others laughed and cheered again.