Postby mrshadow » Mon Sep 12, 2016 9:09 pm
I think my old account got caught up in a spambot purge, so I'm reposting the story here. Enjoy.
I tied up my wife and my cousin. My wife is half asian and has a slim build with a big, round butt. She also has cute round cheeks, and brown eyes that sparkle when she’s happy. My cousin is short and curvy, with fair skin, brown hair, and I know I said curvy already, but she has an absolutely mammoth set of knockers.
Now my cousin is almost exactly my age, and we’ve been very close since we were little kids. When we were young, she tied me up and made me try to escape on more than one occasion. I don’t know if this is what caused it, but for as long as I can remember I’ve had a fetish for tying up girls. I used to take any opportunity I could get when I was a kid to tie up babysitters, friends, even one of my aunts once. As I got older I had to curb myself, since at this point assaulting girls stops being a fun game and instead becomes more of a creepy nightmare. But every once in a great while I’d be able to build up enough trust with someone to let me play my favorite game. My wife allows me to play with her this way pretty regularly.
One winter night not too long ago, all three of us went to a dressy party. None of really like getting dressed up, but when we need to we clean up quite well. My wife had on a navy blue dress with white polka dots, tan pantyhose, and a pair of silver high heels with two straps. She was never really much for wearing makeup, and she’s never really needed it. My cousin had on a deep purple velvet dress with black stockings and pair of black suede maryjane heels. The opposite of my wife in terms of makeup, she had ruby red lipstick on her plump lips and dark eye shadow. She also always wears a set of 50s style butterfly glasses. I don’t know what it is about them, but they’ve always been a favorite of mine. The both of them put my own simple slacks and jacket combo to shame.
The end of the night saw us going back to my cousin’s house, tipsy and feeling good. She lived alone.
Initially we sat in her living room and had another round of drinks. We talked about this and that, but as things always did, they got around to stories of my cousin and me as kids. This time, made bold by drink and fancy dress, I brought up the way my cousin used to tie me up. She latched on to the thread immediately and in surprising detail told my wife about the way she used to do it and how I never escaped once. They both had a good laugh at my expense. The conversation then hit an awkward pause.
My cousin gave me… a look. Then she got up and announced that she was going to the bathroom and she’d be right back. She clacked across the hardwood floor, as if she were suddenly very pleased with herself.
As soon as she disappeared from view, I put a finger over my lips to signal my wife to be very quiet. She grinned and nodded.
As quietly as I could, I kicked off my shoes and crept after my cousin, through the kitchen, past the empty bathroom, and into her bedroom. There she was busily rummaging in a drawer with her back to me. My heart pounding, I snuck up behind her, praying that she wouldn’t turn around. I hesitated for the briefest moment, the thought that maybe I had misinterpreted things intruded, but I gambled, steeled my resolve and went for it.
In one swift motion I lashed out, wrapping one of my arms around her, pinning both of hers, and clapping my other hand over her mouth. “MMMMWEEEE!” she squealed, and I felt a thrill run through my whole body. Grabbing a girl from behind and covering her mouth has always been very exciting for me. She struggled ineffectually while I looked over her shoulder to see what was in her drawer. I could scarcely believe what I saw.
Before me, in her dresser, was an assortment of bondage equipment and sex toys like I could have never imagined. Handcuffs, coils of rope, sleek leather belts, three different ballgags, a couple of vibrators, silk scarves, at least four different colors of duct tape , and that was just what I could see at a glance.
“You were going to use this stuff on me, weren’t you?’ I asked.
“Mmmhmmm,” she replied.
“Well,” I said. I decided to leave things at that. With regret, I let go of her mouth. I reached into the drawer and picked out one of the silk scarves, neatly folded into a square. I folded it in half and bought it up to her lips.
“Oh, come on,” she started.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” I said.
My cousin sighed, then opened her mouth. Trying to be gentle, I pushed the cloth between her lips, carefully making sure to get every last bit of it behind her teeth so she would not be able to spit it out easily. Then I grabbed one of the ropes from the drawer.
With a twisting motion I swung her around and pushed her face down onto her bed. Straddling her butt, I formed the rope into a loop, pinned her wrists behind her back with one hand, and then used the other to slip the loop over her hands. I pulled it tight, then wrapped it around her wrists several times and formed a cinch between them, finally tying it off with a square knot. As I did this she tried to kick me a couple of times, but in her position she could not reach.
I stood up and she wiggled her hands, testing my work.
“Wwllgwllwwr,” she mumbled through the scarf in her mouth.
I picked a second length of rope out from her drawer. With little resistance I pulled her ankles together and bound them the same as I’d done her wrists. Once I was done she began to struggle more fiercely, twisting her limbs, wiggling her hands and feet. I reached into the drawer and removed a roll of duct tape.
Gripping her by the shoulder, I turned her onto her back, then straddled her once again, this time across her stomach. I held the roll of tape up where she could see it. Slowly I peeled a grey strip and tore it off.
“Cwww’mmmnn,” my cousin whined.
I pressed the strip of tape across her lips and held it firmly to get it good and stuck. I then tore off two more strips and laid them down over the first one in a criss-cross pattern.
“Mmmm! Mmmwwwmm!” she mumbled and tried to open and stretch her mouth, but her gag held firm.
Secure in the knowledge that she could not escape, I went back to the drawer for more. She tried to sit up so that she could see what I was doing. This was a failure, and I deliberately hid my next selections from her, placing them on the bed out of her view so that she would only know what they were once I used them on her.
The first thing was rather mundane, another length of rope. I sat her up and wrapped it around her arms and stomach, just below her marvelous breasts, pulling the dress tight across her chest and causing her to bulge out of her neckline. Next I reached behind her and picked up a leather collar I had found.
“Mmmwwwlp!” she squeaked once she realized what was happening.
I fastened the strap without pulling it very tight, it not being like she could get it off anyway. The last thing I had in store for her was a leash, that I snapped onto the collar. Humiliation radiated from her, and I thought it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen. With great difficulty I tore myself away from the vision before me and went back to her drawer. From it I took a couple of scarves, as many coils of rope as I could see, and a pair of handcuffs that I slipped into my pocket.
I returned to my cousin, and to her surprise started to untie her ankles. I kept her ankle rope with the others, and used her leash to tug her onto her feet. Gently at first, I pulled her along behind me, clacking delicately trying to keep her balance, back into her living room where my wife awaited.
When she saw my cousin in tow behind me, tied up and gagged, my wife’s jaw dropped.
“Oh… my… God!” she gasped. Her eyes were now ablaze with excitement at the strange turn our night had taken. This is one of the reasons that I love her so much, new and unusual experiences are always exciting to her, and if you catch her in the right mood she’s game for pretty much anything.
I led my cousin over and made her sit down on the couch. Once she’d gotten comfortable I put her feet together and re-tied her ankles with a cinch. I took another length of rope and started to tie her above her knees. As I was doing this I noticed that the combination of her sitting and the rope pulling on her dress had made its hem pull up above the elastic lines of her stockings, exposing just a bit of pale thigh. I cleared my throat as I slid my hand between her thighs while I made a cinch for her knees, hoping that neither of the ladies could tell how much I was enjoying this.
Once the knot was tied off I stood back and joined my wife in admiring what sat before us. My cousin flexed her feet a few times, but otherwise just sat and looked at us calmly.
“Did you ever get to do this to her when you were kids?” my wife asked. I answered that I had tied her up a few times, but she had always been able to get out.
“So is this revenge? What should we do with her?” my wife was visibly excited, enjoying this all very much. She had taken a step toward my cousin.
“Something like that,” I replied. I slipped the handcuffs out of my pocket as quietly as I could. While she was distracted I gently took her by the wrists, brought them back behind her, and quickly snapped the handcuffs around them.
“Hey! Wha-mmmwwbmmmbwmmwww!” she exclaimed as I pressed my hand over her mouth. This was not a new sensation for her, we’d played like this many times before, just never in front of anyone. I took one of the silk scarves, wadded it up, and uncovered her mouth only to immediately stuff it in. I tied the other scarf over it all, covering her face from nose to chin, to hold it in.
“Mmwww,” was the only noise she made.
With the rest of the rope I tied her arms below her breasts, sat her down on the couch next to my cousin, then tied her legs in the same way. My wife twisted her feet a few times, then relaxed and sat back. I left them alone for just a moment, coming back with an egg timer and the key to my wife’s handcuffs. I laid the key down on the coffee table where they could see it.
“Just like when we were young,” I said, “You have five minutes to try and escape. You are allowed to try to help each other. If you escape before the five minutes are up, you get to do anything you want to me. But if you don’t, I get to do anything I want to you. Agreed?”
My wife and my cousin looked at each other as if they were trying to communicate telepathically. Then they looked back at me and nodded in unison. I twisted the timer to five minutes.
“Okay, go!” I said, releasing the knob. I placed the timer down on the table, then sat in the armchair to watch the show.
Immediately both women began twisting and pulling, trying to see if they could loosen anything up. The docility they had exhibited up to this moment was nowhere in evidence, and soon their breathing became heavy, and they gag grunted without care. This they tried for about a minute, then my wife shuffled her way across the couch to get next to my cousin in the hopes that she could try to untie her hands.
My cousin turned her back to my wife, and she to her, and I listened as her handcuffs rattled while she tried to find the knot on her wrist ropes.
“Hhghher. HGGHHER!” my cousin mumbled, “Mno! Sssn’ zgha wkkk!”
My wife made frustrated grunts of her own. She was having trouble, as I knew she would. This had been my plan all along and I had tied the knot in a place I knew would be hard to reach.
“Two minutes left,” I said. This got their attention.
My cousin’s eyes turned to the key on the coffee table. The table was not too far away from them, but in their condition it would be difficult to reach, and if either of them fell over the game would be up. My cousin tried to adjust herself so that she could get on her feet and maintain her balance. To my great astonishment, she heaved herself into a standing position with a grunt. She took a few seconds to make sure she had her balance. Then with four very careful hops, she turned herself so that her back was facing the table, and she would be able to pick it up if she could just bend down.
I held my breath as she bent her knees and slowly squatted down until her fingers brushed the table top. A few seconds more, and her searching digits had found the key!
“Mwwwha!” she gag-cried in triumph. But it wasn’t over yet, they had less than a minute to get untied. My cousin tried to spin herself back so that she could plop down on the couch again and release my wife, but as she was doing so she suddenly shrieked, “GWWWD GGMMMT!” and I heard the tinkle of the key hitting the hardwood. She had dropped it. I had won.
DING!
My cousin threw herself back down onto the couch in a sulk. It would do no justice to describe myself as overjoyed. My wife, never one to give up, was prodding at the key with her toe. I felt secure enough in my victory though that I left them alone long enough to go to the kitchen, get a glass of water, and return.
I first tended to my wife, pulling down her gag and removing the stuffing. She made little spitting noises as I did so, then drank thirstily when I presented the glass to her lips.
“What are you going to do to us?” she asked playfully once I had taken the glass away.
“Anything I want,” I replied with a grin. My cousin just looked up at me through her butterfly glasses. Without replacing the stuffing I grabbed my wife’s scarf gag and pushed it between her teeth. Sometimes effective gagging is not as important as a signal that says, “enough out of you.”
With care, I peeled the tape back from my cousin’s face. The stuffing popped out with it, and I saw that around it was a big ruby red lip mark. I offered her the water and she drank. When she was finished she said, “What do you want?”
By way of reply I only replaced her gag as best I could. It was no longer the secure thing it was, but it wouldn’t have to hold much longer. Without a word I scooped my wife over my shoulder and carried her out to my cousin’s bedroom. Once there, I placed her on the bed and located the straight-backed iron frame chair she mostly used to pile laundry on top of. I brushed the clothes to the floor, and repositioned it facing the bed.
I approached my cousin’s dresser again, and after some rummaging produced three more ropes, which exhausted her supply, and two red ballgags with leather straps. I manipulated my wife into a standing position, then took one of the ropes and made a loop around her waist. I hiked up her dress, then pulled the length of rope through her legs to make a crotch-rope, which I pulled tight and made certain that it was wedged correctly in her crevice. She gasped as I did this, and I made her sit down in the chair, being careful to drape the excess length of her crotch-rope over the chair back.
A second length of rope I used to bind her to the chair back around her stomach. Then, taking the loose end of her crotch-rope, I pulled it as tight as I could over the top of the chair back, knelt down, and looped it through her ankle bonds. I did not let up tightening until her feet were pulled up under the chair and unable to touch the floor.
I untied the scarf gag and pulled it out of her mouth.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered. Retrieving one of the ballgags from the bed, I presented the new gag to her and pushed it in when she opened her mouth.
“mmmmwmwmwmwmm,” she moaned as I fastened it and readjusted her hair. She could barely make any sort of noise.
“I’ll be right back,” I said and kissed her right on the gag. I grabbed the other ballgag from the bed and went back out to the living room.
My cousin was in the same condition that I had left her. She was still twisting in her bonds, but now it was more as though she was admiring the job I’d done. She froze when she saw the ballgag dangling from my hand.
“That’s right,” I said.
Once again I peeled the tape away from her face and laid her old gag sticky side up on the table. She smacked her lips a couple of times.
“That’s never been used on me before,” she said.
I didn’t say a word, just held the ball up until it was barely touching her lips. After two or three deep breaths through her nose, she opened her mouth wide. I pushed the ball between her teeth and it sort of forced her mouth to close around it, as much as it could anyway. I fastened it and admired for a second the way her lips stretched around the ball.
“mmmwwmmm wwm mmmmwwm,” she said.
With little effort I slung her over my shoulder and carried her off to her bedroom.
When we arrived, I could see that my wife was struggling in a very rhythmic way. It was only a matter of time for her.
I made my cousin to stand in front of her bed, and hiked up her dress. Her eyes popped at this, like she hadn’t really believed this was going to happen. With the last remaining rope, I fashioned her a crotch rope just as my wife’s, still taking special care that it was placed just right, but this time I looped it through her wrist bonds. I laid her face down on her bed, then bent up her legs and looped the loose rope through her ankle bonds and tied it into a tight hogtie.
She only looked up at me from the bed, her eyes slowly glazing over.
“mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she cooed. In only a minute her struggles had taken on the same rhythmic qualities as my wife’s.
I watched them pull and moan for I don’t know how long until each of them reached a violent climax. They both strained mightily against the ropes that held them while the spirits took control. When they finally relaxed, I untied my wife, then my cousin, who just lay on the bed sighing, eyes still glazed over. When she showed no inclination to stopping, my wife and I gathered up our things and left.
As for myself, I had taken care of my own business into some tissues. I may be a perv, but there is only so far I’m willing to go.
My wife burbled happily, as she is wont to do, all the way home. She fell into a deep contented sleep as soon as she hit our own sheets. I slept peacefully beside her, but in the hard light of the following day I had misgivings about our previous night’s adventure. I felt too awkward to call my cousin, so it ended up being about a month before we saw each other again.
When we did, to my relief, my cousin gave me a huge hug, and was in the best mood I had ever seen her. None of us ever mentioned our adventure again, nor have we repeated it. But from then on it felt as though some previously unrecognized tension had been lifted from between us, and our relationship has stayed strong ever since.