How Would You Treat Me?

Postby BlackWingedAngel » Wed Sep 22, 2010 12:32 am

Alright so I'll admit, I'm new to bondage. I've never actually gotten to experience anything beyond what I can manage with a few socks and scarves that I have in my dorm room. Oh and I'm not really ticklish. There are some spots that make me jump (can't give away where now can I?), but beyond that, sorry it just doesn't work like that on me. And I suppose I can go the dangerous route and show y'all a picture, but that's more to warn you what you're dealing with.

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I'm a girl
I want to be the submissive victim

I am such a total bondage newb

Re: How Would You Treat Me?

Postby bostonmagic31 » Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:57 am

i would treat u right :) u look really beautiful i wonder what u would look like all tied up like a present for me :big:

Re: How Would You Treat Me?

Postby Fan_Of_Blindfolds » Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:52 pm

It's night. You arrive at my house, wearing a floor-length purple dress as I requested, and wondering what I have in mind. I'd told you that it would involve tying up, but no other information. The first piece of my plan starts right as you enter the house - you find yourself blindfolded almost immediately, then asked if you can see. You say no. Then I greet you warmly, and guide you to a couch, where we sit, with my arm around you. We exchange pleasantries, and after a while I ask how it feels to be blindfolded. You say that you like it, but would prefer more. More you get as I pull out some rope and bind your hands in front of you. You ask if that's it, and I say, "For now." I get you to lie on your stomach on the couch, and massage your back for quite some time. Then I grab you by the hand and bring you outside - forcefully enough that you don't have a choice, but not forcefully enough to hurt. I walk around a bit, still holding your hand, to disorient you, then untie your hands and retie them behind you. You find yourself in my car, being driven somewhere. You ask where we're going, and I answer by gagging you. An indeterminate amount of time passes, and suddenly the car stops. "We're here," I say, and remove your gag. "Here" is revealed to be a camp I'd set up in some woods - just a tent, nothing fancy - which you only know because I tell you, as the blindfold reminds on your face. I inform you that there's no one around for miles, so we're not going to be discovered. I get a fire going and cook some steak on it, and then we eat it - or, more accurately, I eat some and feed some to you. Then I tell you we're going to sleep. You find your arms released, and guided to a sleeping bag. As you enter it, I inform you that it's a bondage sleepsack, with interior sleeves that trap your hands inside them. You grin as you find that I'm correct. I do something you - obviously - can't see and your arms, which were in the sleeves, are totally immobilized. We stay up quite late, talking about whatever we feel like, both normal and bondage-related. The next morning, you are released from the bag but then have your arms tied and a gag put in your mouth. You are then returned home, but I "forget" to untie you.