The Strange Mr. Barnes- The Innocent

Postby AlexUSA » Thu May 14, 2015 5:16 pm

I woke up feeling wonderful. After the night I had just been through, who wouldn't. I lay in my bed as the sun peeked through the curtains. It was 6:30 already.

I let out a yawn and stretched and took a look at my little beauty in bed with me. I could see the top of her head peeking out from under the sky blue comforter. Her brown hair was in a tight pony that she had right up against the back of her head. The pony tied as it was came down to her shoulder, but I knew that; you couldn't see it.

Oh, I was a pretty awesome lover, and she was pretty good too. It had been one hell of a night of pleasure. We would never forget this.

I climbed out of bed and took a shower, as hygiene demanded. My master shower was well lit now, and the spacious stall allowed me room to stretch and rejuvenate myself. Afterward, I put my blue dress pants on. I had come home late the day before and didn't have time to do the usual things like wear pajamas.

As I was dressing, I heard a groan and saw her cute face pop out from under the cover. The brown eyes greeted me. I walked up and gave her a passionate kiss.

"Good morning," I whispered in her ear.
"Mmmmmm," she said as our lips met.

I took out a black collar with a chain attached to it. I put it around her neck. The chain ran over the headboard and was padlocked to the frame below. She let out a startled yelp, but she was unsure of whether to fear anything.

She couldn't do much. She was in just her black lace bra and matching underwear. Her body was completely bound. Black belts held her wrists and elbows together. More tied her arms above and below her breasts. More bound her ankles. thighs, and knees. A black ball gag silenced her.

I gave her a tickle in her exposed belly button, at which she jerked back with a smile. I took off the gag.

"Are you leaving me?"
"I must. My job says I have to go."
"Will you be back soon?"
"Of course," I said pulling out a black bandana.
"And are you going to release me?" she said coyly.
"Not yet, my love," I said blindfolding her
"Please let me go," she said more seriously, hoping to coax me.
"I cannot yet," I said resuming control of this roleplay.
"OK. Do you have to gag me?"
"You're cuter that way," I said holding a black muzzle with a green ball gag and lifting up her blindfold a moment before replacing it.
"Is this my breakfast?" she asked opening wide.
"Lunch and snacks too," I said putting it in her mouth. I fastened the straps behind her.
"Mmmmm!" she tested as I disconnected the collar.

I then pulled out a black flat sheet, just for her. I laid it out on the floor. I carried her over and laid her at an edge. Her 5 ft seemed small compared to the sheet. I wrapped her tightly in the sheet which led to my invention.

At the end of the sheet I had put in gromits at 6 inch intervals into which I had tied the ends of 12 foot black ropes. Using these, I secured the sheet to her body, the method helping accentuate her curves, although she was rather flat and skinny. She let out a pleased moan. I carried back over to the bed and laid her on it.

I refastened the collar around her neck. There was enough chain for her to fall off the bed and not choke. I then pulled a black pantyhose I had cut down just for this and pulled it over her head. I pulled the covers over her and kissed her on the forehead.

"Now be good," I said and shut the door, locking it behind me.
Last edited by AlexUSA on Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:29 pm, edited 11 times in total.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes

Postby jsherwood » Sat May 16, 2015 7:29 pm

sun not son.

Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes

Postby AlexUSA » Sun May 17, 2015 4:46 pm

jsherwood wrote:sun not son.


I do this from my tablet, hence spelling errors. Thanks for pointing that out. Consider it fixed.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes

Postby EricU1845 » Mon May 18, 2015 4:05 am

Tablet user here, I feel your pain. The autocorrect on this one is mentally ill! Just typing THIS message, I mistyped "user," and it corrected it to "if."

The worst one, and it's happened to me more than once: on this site, I try to talk about how much I love "hogties," but autocorrect insists that I'm in love with "hotties."

Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes

Postby AlexUSA » Mon May 25, 2015 5:47 pm

Could you please move this to the Fictional Intimate TUGS?
Thanks
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes

Postby AlexUSA » Tue May 26, 2015 5:18 pm

As I worked my job, my thoughts kept going back to my beautiful girl who was bound in black. I had snared her at the start of her week-long vacation to boot! I had her for as much of that time as she and I wanted.

Moreso, she was the first girl who was into bondage I had gone this far with. She loved it even. What fortune! Oh, what a glorious day lay ahead as I was only working a half-day, for it was just Saturday, and we had another 7 days ahead. Not all would be spent like this, but we would certainly carry this current game into tomorrow or Monday, if she wanted.

I was forgetting my work. Lunch couldn't come soon enough. I had plans for her. Youth was on our sides as well as I was fresh out of finishing my master's and she her bachelor's. I had found a girl I had loved, and this was only making it better.

When I shared my secret, I was pleased when she accepted it, but to find her willing to try it and then enjoy it was better! What time was it?! Only 8:30, blast it all!

When the clock said 12:30, I hid my excitement as I bid farewell and went home. And there she would be. With joy, I opened the door and walked into my little house. The mortgage was stiff, but I could make it well enough.

When I entered the bedroom, she didn't stir. I quietly changed into more comfortable jeans and t-shirt. She was fast asleep and had moved only a little. I walked over and gave the chain a slight tug to jerk her. She let out a long quiet moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ooooooooooo!"
"How are you, my love?" I asked.
"Mmmmm!" she struggled to sit up, but I helped her.
"Is it fun?" I asked caressing her body.
"Mmm," she nodded.
"Are you ready for the next phase?"

She only nodded as I untied the black sheet. As I unwrapped it, I saw a sticky patch.

"Naughty naughty!" I said, disconnecting the chain from the bed so that it was a leash.
"Lllll," she shrugged.
"Come," I led her hopping slowly into the bathroom, where I stripped her bra and wet panties (yeah, I cut them off, so sue me). I removed the panty hood, the harness, and the blindfold and then let down her hair.

I sat her on a white shower chair, like old people use, and chained her to the chair. I turned on the water to a comfortable temperature. I cleaned her body with finesse and washed her hair with the touch of a masseur.

"Oh, you have such a touch!" she said out of breath.
"All the better to use on you!"
"This bathroom is lovely!" she said out of character.
"For beauty best serves beauty like you."

When the shower was finished, I unchained her and, for the first time since yesterday, released her. I took the bondage belts to my special chest and stored them away. I pulled out several lengths of brown rope and some other items for later.

I shut the bedroom door behind me so that she could surprise me. I prepared a small lunch of oatmeal with lots of dried fruits in it since we'd had no breakfast. When she arrived, what I saw was stunning.

There she stood in a red skirt that came down to her calves. She had black pantyhose and black shoes. She wore a brown v-neck blouse that came just low enough to shown only her clavicles with a white lace long-sleeve dress jacket. Her hair was held back by a white headband.

She walked in a proud stride to the table. I held her chair out for her and pushed it in after she had seated herself. She looked at the colorful concoction and smiled widely. I smiled back and started with a sheepish chuckle.

"Boy, am I lucky to have a girl like you."
"Well, you have deserved it with your charm, chivalry, and manliness."
"Well thank you, but a gentleman is only noticed by a true lady."
"A knight you are. Do you play?" she asked motioning to my small piano.
"A little... good, but not a pro."
"Well maybe later you play for me on your terms."
"Do you like Chopin?"
"Mendelssohn is more of my type."
"Well I play a good Super Mario too."

She giggled. I reached out and took her hand in mine as we ate. We talked about so many things as we enjoyed the simple moment. The orange leaves and wind blowing outside on an autumn cloudy made the moment warmer.

After lunch, she seated herself on the couch. She sat right next to my pile of binding materials. She seated herself straight up and clasped her hands in anticipation. I sat down at my piano. As soon as my back was turned, she pulled out her cell phone and got it ready to record. I turned the piano so she could see me play and I her face.

"Mendelssohn?" she asked.
"As you asked," and she hit the record button.

I strummed out a beautiful of Piano Sonata No. 4. When I finished, I looked and saw her swaying with the music, her eyed closed. I then played his Rondo Capriccioso. When it was done, she stopped recording. I sat down next to her on the couch and took rope in my arms.

I turned her as she sat, still straight and tall, all 5' 4" of her (I exaggerated about her being only five feet). I placed her elbows and 90 degree angles and bound them behind her. I tied a chest harness on her. I bound her ankles, knees, and thighs. She looked at her predicament.

"Are you tying me up?" she asked in a sensual tone.
"Of course. One cannot appreciate this any other way," I said as our lips met. As we slowly turned away, I grabbed a red bandana and balled it up. She opened wide to accept it, and I placed a strip of microfoam tape over her mouth, cheek-to-cheek. I stood her up and tied a crotch rope under her skirt, which means yes I reached under her like that. She moaned a little as it tightened.

I sat down and resumed my playing. I played for an hour or so, and when I checked on her again, she was now lying fully on the couch but sleeping. I took a camouflage bandana, came behind her, and blindfolded her, tying the knot under her gorgeous hair. She moaned a little at being awakened.

I grabbed a blanket from the closet and brought it to the couch. I opened it up, and crawled underneath it alongside her so that we were cuddling and kissing. She fell asleep, and then I did. There were plans in store.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- PART THREE!!!

Postby AlexUSA » Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:36 pm

When I awoke an hour later, she was still sleeping in my arms. I stood up with my right arm under her knees and my left under her torso. She awoke with a stir, and I kissed her on the cheek.

I carried her to the bedroom and laid her on her stomach. I hogtied her before rolling her on her side. I then began to play with her breasts in a sensual manner as she moaned pleasurably. After some of that, I left her alone. As I left she let out some moans.

After an hour, I returned. I carried her back to the couch and untied the blindfold. I retied it over her mouth to reinforce the tape. She squinted from being blindfolded for 2+ hours.

True to my word, I showcased my Mario skills via various hacks. I was a bit bored and wanted to give her a chance to escape, a challenge she relished, although the crotch rope made it difficult. To help her, I loosened a spot in her bonds. As I played, she finally worked her way out.

"Yoo hoo!" she said.
"Well hi babe!" I said turning.
"Beat you," she said sitting with her legs crossed in a satisfied manner.
"You did indeed. Should I try harder next time?"
"Maybe... we should play again later?"
"I always will accept a kidnapping victim like you," I growled.
"Not yet," she said holding up her hand as a stop sign.
"Well, then," I said to fulfill her wishes.
"Gimme that. You're playing that wrong."

She kicked my hide for a bit, and then we ate a plain dinner. Soon, she was trying to walk to the bathroom when I followed behind. I swooped a hand over mouth.

"Shhh! Do not cry out, or I will hurt you."
"Are you kidnapping me?" she asked playing the part.
"Yes."
"Please don't," she said increasing her breathing rate.
"Silence," I said grabbing her cheek and forcing her face toward mine.
"Oh!" she said as we embraced and kissed.
"Now!" I said as I shoved the same red, now dried out, bandana in her mouth.

I again boxtied her arms behind her. I blindfolded her with the same camouflage bandana and cleave gagged her with a black bandana. I carried her to the bedroom.

"Heeellllllpppp!" she quietly said, kicking and flailing.
"Be still! I will hurt you if you don't!" I said tightening my grip.
"Nnooo," she whimpered softly as I laid her on the bed.

I tied her ankles, knees, and thighs UNDER her skirt. I pulled her skirt up and her purple undies down. I put her under the covers as I removed my pants and got under the covers with her. I pulled out pink vet wrap and wound around her head several times. She was beautiful!

To say we made love is an understatement as we really loved. It was incredible, and when it was done, I let out a big sigh. I put her clothes back. I brought the white shower chair out and sat her on it. Using the black belts, I fastened her elbows, knees, and ankles to the chair. I used a regular belt to hold her waist. Finally, I ran a rope from her wrists to her ankles.

"Mph?" she questioned.
"You are my victim."
"Mm?"
"Kidnappers always tie their victims to a chair."
"Ohhhhhh."
"Yes," I said kissing her and then I took a shower.

When I came out, I removed her blindfold, OTM gagged her with it, and unbuttoned the lace jacket and lowered it down her arms, the bonds holding it at her biceps. She gave me a look of fear
I pulled her brown blouse up and did the same with the brown bra underneath to reveal her bosoms. Her brown eyes plead "No," but I ignored them. The whole way she nicely role-played. I grabbed them and squeezed them in my hands. She let out moans and closed her eyes as I did so. I then tied a breast harness on her with her clothes raised as I described; this made her bosoms stick out more, encouraging me to squeeze them again. I tightly blindfolded her with a white bandana.

She made for a beautiful sight sitting there. I had the girl of my dreams bound, gagged, and blindfolded and letting me use her. What more could I ask for?

I climbed in bed and fell asleep to the sounds of her gag-tslking and struggling. Tomorrow we would have both of our fantasies.
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The next morning I awoke and got dressed in blue jeans and a white polo. I walked up to her and undid the belts holding her to the chair, putting my belt back on my pants. I picked her up, kissed her, and laid her on the bed.

I pulled off the blindfold and then the OTM gag, revealing the wrap beneath. I removed that and the black bandana, and she spat out the red bandana... that needed a washing as it was SOAKED. She smiled.

"Good morning," she said with happiness.
"Indeed."
"So how about some help?" she asked.
"Indeed," I said loosening her leg bonds.
"Is that all you say?"
"Indeed," I repeated removing the breast harness and loosening her wrist bonds ever so slightly but leaving them. I gave her breasts another squeeze.

"Hey, let me go!" she pleaded as I sat in the chair.
"Go for it."
"Oh, I see," she said with a laugh.
"Well?" I asked as she picked at the rope. I began putting the other rope and belts away.
"There," she said pulling her arms out and standing up.
"You win," I said.

We kissed each other as she pulled her bra and blouse back. She then pointed to the door, cueing me to leave which I did quickly. I took a seat at the kitchen table with my laptop.

She came out wearing blue jeans, white socks, and Converse Allstars. She had on a black not-quite-skintight tank top with a curved neck. Her hair was a pony, and she had a purple kerchirf bandana in her hair with a black and pink bandana on her right and left wrists, respectively. She looked bad@$$ but with a female touch. She walked behind me and massaged my shoulders.

"Is it OK if... I... get to be the leader today?"
"Sure," I said excited at the prospect.
"Then make me an omelette," she said after careful thought.
"Yes'm," I said pleasing my master-for-the-day.
"With cheese and vegetation," she added.

After breakfast, I was excited to see what she would do as she brought out rope, bandanas, and tape from my container. I stayed seated in my chair. She fluidly crossed my wrists behind me and tied them tight as well as my elbows. She used two belts to hold my elbows to the chair.

Next, she bound my legs, ankles, and thighs, using belts to hold my ankles to the chair. She tied a breast harness and dragged the chair into the living room. She was slender and a collegiate swimmer and softball player, so she had strong muscles nevertheless; she also could hold her breath for a long time, something I hoped to test.

She fired up one of my Mario mods, and now I couldn't keep quiet.

"Are you going to let me keep talking?"
"Oh, I forgot. You're right," she said folding that same camo bandana.
"Should I regret this?" I asked as she gagged me with it.
"Nah," she said cutting off a piece of microfoam tape and applying it.
"Mm!" I tested.
"Perfect!" she said kissing me on the "lips."

I felt funny. I had a lump in my shorts, a shameless lump at that. I had to do my best not to explode at this point, and forced myself to relax as she jumped Mario off a cliff. I struggled to get free. I had taught her well!

Boy am I lucky!
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- Dominatrix

Postby AlexUSA » Tue Jun 09, 2015 5:10 pm

I struggled little whilst I sat there. Relaxation made the moment... sexier... Here I was dominated by an athletic female figure. Heck yeah!

I sat there enjoying the feeling of helplessness. I liked the way she had gagged me. It was fun to be tied by a dominant woman whilst she abused (hopefully) me and my belongings.

When she finished, she walked over to my piano and moved it effortlessly. I wondered for a moment what was happening. She sat down in the bench and slid me close to her. She ran her hands over... me... for a moment and then began to play Chopin's Op. 53 amongst other pieces.

Now it looked weird for this girl dressed so bad@$$ to be playing my piano. I didn't even know she could play. She was using my music and just reading it. She was really using me now, trying to seduce me with music! I knew it was going to be an interesting day.

When she finished, she untied from the chair and picked me up off it. She nudged to indicate I was to hop my way. I complied as she led me to my bed. But alas she only hogtied me there and then blindfolded me with a white bandana. She tied a brutally tight crotch rope, however, before leaving the room.

I lay there wondering what to do next. I struggled to get free. That crotch rope was tight and irritating. Soon enough, I needed to shower. It was then she entered the room again and saw my discomfort.

"Naughty boy," she said removing the hogtie.
"Having such dirty thoughts of me?" she asked tauntingly as she she started to massage my body. She ran her hands over every inch. She came up to my face and kissed me long and passionately whilst rubbing my body. Sure enough, another mess.

"Perv!" she said mockingly as she yanked on the crotched rope.
"Mmmm!" I responded in pain and enjoyment.
"Fine!" she said.

Suddenly, I felt myself lifted. I was moved up the bed on my back, and am arm was released, then retied to the headboard followed by the other. She untied my legs and removed my jeans. Hell yeah!

She bound each ankle to the footboard. I was now spreadeagled! We weren't much for oral, but this led to another explosion in my undies. My blindfold was removed, and I saw her too. The curtains were closed, and she stood like a dimly lit shadow through what light still came through... I could see her pants were off, but she looked even tougher now.

She removed her undies and then mine. Oh. yeah, she straddled me as we kissed, best we could, for what seemed like forever. I couldn't believe it. At the rate we were going, it was going to be a shotgun wedding! When it was finished, I relaxed so much she was able to remove my shirt and tie my hands behind me.

She released the rest of my bonds and led me to the shower. She cleaned and redressed herself first. She sat me in the now-infamous white shower chair and turned on the water. As she cleaned me, I did it again. My parts were still searing with energy!

When she finished, she loosened my bonds and left me. I released myself and went in the bedroom. I had had so much fun it was now 3:00! I put on beige shorts and a red t-shirt to go watch some football. I could see the folded laundry, which was really sweet of her.

As I walked into the living room, she grabbed me by the arm, the red bandana in her hand. It soon found a home in my mouth. A piece of rope tied my wrists behind me. My kidnapper led me to the couch, where the football game was already on. She tied my thighs and my ankles and laid me on the couch to watch the Giants-Packers game.

An aroma filled the house... she was cooking something good, but what I didn't know. She came over and sat and cuddled with me like nothing was out of place. She gave me a peck on the cheek. I responded in kind but ineffectively. I pushed the gag out with my tongue and then gave her a full kiss.

She looked at me and shook her head, grabbing the microfoam tape. She tied a knot in the bandana, gagged me again, and put a strip of tape over that. She was no nonsense! I soon relaxed to the game, enjoying it enough I forgot I was bound...

When dinner was finished, she released me again, leaving my bonds on the couch. It was a nice beef stew! We enjoyed the meal while watching the games from afar. She could talk football, but she wasn't as big a fan as I. When dinner finished, she pulled out her next trick.

We were sitting on the couch, kissing and cuddling. Suddenly, I felt a click on one wrist and then the other. That gangsta had found my handcuffs! She swiftly gagged me with the knotted red bandana and more microfoam tape.

"Now, you are my slave," she said sinisterly and smiling in a way that said "Gotcha."
"Mmm!"
"Slave, do the dishes and clean the table to my satisfaction, or else!" she said in her evil-bad@$$ tone.

I stood there and did the dishes quietly, swiftly, and effectively before cleaning the table. There wasn't a crumb left. She came and took a look.

"I see a little spot here. You failed!" she said taking hands and uncuffing them. She roughly tied them behind me as well as tying my elbowa. I let out a moan.
"Shut up or moan worse!" she ordered, and I quieted down.

She led me to the living room where she sat me backwards on a chair. She fastened each ankle to the chair legs. She fastened my knees to the body of the chair. She tied a chestast harness before fastening my body to the chair. She used lots of rope to force me uncomfortably into the chair.

I sat there like this watching the four o'clock game to its finish. I was quite uncomfortable like this, but I lived. When the game ended, she released me again. I stood up, stretched, regained my strength, and smiled at my little bad@$$.

"How was I as a dom?" she asked with a smile as she redid the pony in her hair.
"How was I as a slave?" I asked putting my arms around her.
"You were wonderful," she said as we embraced and kissed.

We sat down together on the couch for the rest of the night, watching the SNF. She fell asleep in my arms. When the game was done, I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down. She stirred a little. I got in bed with her.

I looked at her face. Sleeping like this, she looked cuter than ever. I fell asleep smiling.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- The Victim

Postby AlexUSA » Thu Jun 18, 2015 5:17 pm

The next morning I awoke to the sound of singing. She was getting dressed in the bathroom as the sun peaked through the blinds. She was as bad@$$ as yesterday, only today she had a purple tanktop, white jean shorts, white bandana headband with the flower centered just above her hair line, purple pony tail, pink running shoes, and blue and pink bandanas on her left and right wrists. She was getting ready to go for a jog.

After a simple breakfast, I grabbed her wrists, took off the blue bandana and used it to tie her hands behind her back. She let out a laugh.

"Are you tying me up?" she asked playfully.
"Yes... come my love," I said leading her to the bedroom.
"Is this how you love me?"
"Is it love to you?"
"Yes."
"Same for me then."
"Do you have fun tying me up?"
"It is fun only because it is you."
"Am I... sexy?"
"No matter how you present yourself because you are you."
"So I am sexy."
"Yes, YOU are what makes it special: your attitude, your manners, your behaviors."

The room was fully lit, and I laid her on her stomach on the bed. I crossed her ankles, tied them, and used the slack to hogtie her. I grabbed a green ball gag with a black strap.

"That isn't for me, is it?" she laughed.
"It is a gift from me to you."
"Do I have to? I'll be good, honest."
"Sorry, you can't decline."
"Really? Well I accept," she said opening wide. I fastened it off.
"Like it?"
"Mmm hmmm!" she smiled.

I then pulled off her sneakers and began to slowly tickle her feet. I increased the pace until she was thrashing and gag-laughing. I then took her pink wrist bandana and blindfolded her. Then I launched full bore.

I tickled her ribs, legs, arms, and feet. I held her down with one arm and tickled with the other. She couldn't, or wouldn't, protest. I stopped when she was red in the face.

"Uffff! Mmmm!" she moaned, drool covering her face.
"Good! That'll hold you for a little while until you escape."
"Mmph? Noo!" she panicked.
"I have to go to work. See ya!"
"Mmmmm! Nooo! Emm me ohhhh! Elp! Lee ohhh! Illl eee ooooodd!" she was in full thrash mode now.
"Sorry! That's an easy tie. Bye!" and I left.
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When I returned, she had untied herself and showered herself following a jog and now wore a pink t-shirt with the words "Cutie Doll" in silver glitter on it. She had on blue jean shorts, her pink running shoes, a purple pony, white and black wrist bandanas, and a purple kerchief bandana with the flower centered on her forehead. My house was spotless. After the last few days, I think the wrists were just to keep the binding from cutting her.

"Hey," she said as she relaxed on the couch while wiping her face with a blue bandana.
"Did you do this?"
"Yes," she said walking over, stuffing the rag in her small pocket, and kissing me.
"Well thank you, it is awesome."
"I'm glad you noticed. Some men don't, the bums."
"Let me cook tonight."
"Gladly, I am beat after that!"
"All right!"

I started a pot of something or other. I snuck off to get some ropes while she lay on the couch watching the tube. I walked behind her slowly, reached over, and cupped a hand over her mouth.

"I kidnap maids," I said in a whisper.
"Mmm?" she asked, her eyes wide.

I turned her over on her stomach before she kicked me. She ran into my bedroom, but I pursued. In there, I lunged, but she ran over the bed and out. In the living room, I grabbed her arm, but she kicked my shin. I chased her like this until I cornered her in the laundry room.

"Please don't steal me!" she said.
"I steal not. You are mine," I said grabbing her arms, spinning her around, and stuffing the blue bandana in before cleave gagging her with her white bandana.
"Ewww," she said at the taste.
"You should know better than to be here when the man comes home."
"Bbbb I nnn ohhhh!"
"No buts!" I said tying her crossed wrists behind her, but then spanked her on the butt, "Yes, butts!"
"Mmm! Emm mee oohhhh!"
"Nah!" I said spanking her again. Her short made it irresistible!
"Mmm!" she screamed into her gag with a wail.
"Come," I said forcing her to walk into the living room.

I tied her thighs and ankles together. She kicked and tried to pull her legs apart, but I prevailed. I grabbed the duct tape.

"Mmm?!" she asked, eyes wide open.
"To seal that in," I said and wrapped it around her head several times.
"Grrr!" she quietly growled.

I laid her on her stomach on the couch and sat on top of her. I then started into her rips with force. It was tickle time. She tried to buck me, but I held strong. She kept folding her legs into my back, but I continued. Finally, I grabbed her legs, untied her shoes, turned around, and tickled her feet. Then both her body and her legs/feet at once.

"Hmmmpphhh!" was all she could do to laugh. Her heaving chest, however, gave her away. It was a thrill ride.

I decided to explore a little and pulled up her shirt. I was surprised to find a breast as she had no bra on!

"You wanted this, didn't you?"
"Mmm!" she denied in a singsong tone.
"Well then!" and I gave her a butt a spank in punishment.

I hiked up her shirt and tied a breast harness over her nicely tanned arms and bosom. Now her breasts stuck out a little more for me to do naughty stuff with as this made her shirt stuck ruffled up as it was. I grabbed them and started rubbing them for a while.

"You are a cutie doll," I said taking her black wrist bandana off her, "But time to see no more," I said blindfolding her. I picked her up little and put a pillow underneath her breasts. She was now able to breath a little easier, but I wanted to have fun. I took her purple kerchief and tied it tightly over her nose like a mask.

"Grm! Hhmmmph! Lllppp!" she grunted. She was breathing fine, but it was a little difficult.
"Say Uncle!"
"Mmmggg!" she said to my satisfaction, so I took it and tied it over her mouth instead.

I took a rope and tied it from her ankles to her harness for a tight, unreachable hogtie. She was wiggling her feet, so I tickled them. She tried to recoil, but she couldn't, so I took advantage of her again. She was red in the face when I was done with her.

I picked her up and brought her in the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. I left to go to get my camera.

"Don't start," I said giving her a spank.
"Mmmm!"

I set up the tripod and focused it on her.

"Ready for your first filmed escape?" I asked on return.
"Mmm?"
"Filmed escape. Sound good? You escape and can tie me tomorrow."
"Mmm!" she nodded.

I started filming and she started picking. It was slow at first, but she got it. The whole way she mmphed and flailed as if she were in real trouble. She finally got the wrist bindings off, taking the hogtie with it. She sat herself up and started picking at the leg and ankle ropes.

She slid the blindfold off and took off the gag. She spat out the blue bandana.

"I wiped my sweat off all day with that," she said with a grimace.

She then picked at the at harness and got it too off. She stood up straight and tall and pulled her shirt down. She put the black wrist bandana back on. She picked up the purple and white bandanas. She had won.

"Just you wait for tomorrow," she said giving me a pat on the cheek.
"I can't wait," I said putting the tripod under the bed.
"But you must," she said closing the bathroom door.

I went to the living room. When she came out, she had a black kerchief and purple wrist bandanas. She went in the kitchen to clean up. I retreated to my video games.

When night came, I grabbed her one last time and bound her wrist behind her. I added a breast harness and wrist ropes. I tied her ankles, legs, and thighs and carried her out. It was cold tonight. I had one of those L-couchs you can lie down on. Finally added a tight crotch rope.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?"
"To ensure we stick together on this cold night."
"What is this for?" she asked about her bindings.
"For our comfort."
"Maybe yours, but I am going to be..."
"Tucked under a quilt with me," I interrupted.

"Open wide," I said holding a green ball gag, and she took it easily.
"Mmmmm," she responded and said no more.

I grabbed a quilt and climbed under it with her to watch Monday Night Football. We cuddled and enjoyed the game until she fell asleep. When the game ended, I switched off the TV and fell asleep with her in my arms.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- The Tough Cowgirl

Postby AlexUSA » Sat Jun 27, 2015 5:44 pm

The next morning I awoke from her stirring as she had woken up. When I did so, I gave her a kiss and went to put on my work clothes. It was too late to eat, so I grabbed an apple.

I walked up to her and undid the knot on her wrist ropes. She was taking it all in stride as a challenge. I kissed her goodbye and left. It was going to be an interesting day. Work seemed to fly by lately.
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I came home to see her next example of sexiness: a cowgirl outfit. She had on a purple and black flannel shirt, a black cowboy hat, a purple triangle bandana around her neck, blue jeans, and brown cowboy boots that came up to her calves. Hanging on her brown leather belt was a lasso, and out of her right pocket hung more rope loops. From her left pocket hung bandanas, one black and one white, folded into bands, as well as a clean sock.

She walked up to me, and we kissed. She took the purple bandana and masked herself with it. She put her arm on my shoulder and let me to the living room, where the tripod was set up. She pushed me ahead of her and bound my wrists behind me. She tied my elbows and added a chest harness.

"Ride it cowgirl!" I said.
"I'm hogtying you, pig!" she said.
"Let me free!"
"Not until you give me the safe code!" she tied my knees and ankles.
"Never!"
"I will take you away on my horse!" she said binding my thighs.
"And you will have to blast my safe!"
"Then you shall die!" she added hogtying me.
"Let me go! The Marshall will get you."
"No he won't. I am well-hidden!" she said wadding up the sock.
"No!"
"Silence!" she said pushing the sock in my mouth.
"Mmmmph!" I moaned.

She cleave gagged me with the black bandana and blindfolded me with the white. I was in a pretty stiff spot as she did the hogtie to my elbow ropes. I moaned and twisted for an hour. Suddenly, I felt a hand on me, and I was pulled up and onto the couch.

I had a full... bladder... at this point and was ready to explode. I felt a slight tug at the ropes and heard a button on my camera. She walked over and wrapped my mouth in tape.

"That'll hold you cattle rustler," she said.
"Mmm!"
"Shut up before I have the marshal hang you!"

This was her game now, and I had to play by the rules as she made them. I picked at the knots for a while and decided that I needed to relax them a bit. Instead, I spent several minutes successfully getting the blindfold off.

This helped give me some perspective. Now relaxed, I was able to slowly find the knots on my wrists and slowly loosen them. I couldn't undo it, but I got it loose enough to pull the coils off. With free arms, I searched, found and undid the hogtie, and sat up on the couch.

I tore off the tape, pulled off the bandana, and spat out the sock. I untied my legs and the chest harness. With an air of satisfaction, I walked up to the camera and ended the video.

In appropriate fashion, we had cowboy chili for dinner. It was meaty, spicy, and perfect for winter. She was a better cook than I.

"This is better than my chili!"
"Well thanks. How's the spiciness?"
"Perfect," I said grabbing a glass of milk.
"Aren't you a wimp?!" she asked in horror.
"And proud!"
"Jack@$$!"
"Naughty words!"
"I am insulted!"
"It tastes delicious!" I salved her wounds.
"Well that's better," she said and stopped paying attention to me.

After dinner, I was walking down the hall when a lasso wrapped around. I fell with a startle as she jumped me and tied my hands behind me. She quickly gagged me with a knotted black bandana and roughly picked me up.

"I knew I'd catch you horse thief!"
"Hmmm!"
"Shut up! You're a bad man!"
"Mmmmph!"

She led me to the kitchen chair, where she sat me down, tied my ankles and thighs, and then ran a rope from my ankles to my wrists. She left me like this.

"This'll hold you til the lynching!"
"Mmm nncinn!"
"We saw you! You're a killer, bandit, kidnapper, and horse thief!"
"Emmeeee ooohhhhh!"
"Shut it or I will gag you worse than I have."

That shut me up. I was now her prisoner. She pushed her hat up alittle, broke characte, and gave me a kiss.

"You're a handsome fellow."
"Nnnhh?"
"Really cute."
"Unh huh!"
"I'll tell you what. I'll untied you. If you're good, I will let you go."

She released my legs and ankles and ungagged me. I stood up and looked at her. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and waited. She shook her head and held up a finger.

"Not quite."

I then kissed her deeply on the lips. She embraced me as we did so, and it lasted a long time.

"That's it!" she said and untied me.

I picked her up in my arms. I sat down with her on the couch, and what would I find but Gunsmoke? We kissed a while and then enjoyed the adventures of Matt and Kitty. She sat in my lap, her head on the arm of the couch.

I pushed her hat off her head. I ran my fingers through her long, brown hair. It was a dream come true to find a girl with her looks. I unknotted the bandana and took it off. It looked best in her mouth, but today was her day. I then pulled of the top two buttons of her shirt. THAT was my girl.

She looked at me in a way that said "Naughty" but said nothing. She grabbed the bandana from me and fixed her shirt before tying the bandana back around her neck. That was the warning: either undress her all the way or do nothing.

Tomorrow would be a bit different.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- The Sexy Cowgirl

Postby AlexUSA » Sun Jun 28, 2015 5:49 pm

The next day I returned to my lovely friend dressed in the exact same clothes, but differently. It was the same as the day before, but withbslight changes: long-sleeve pink flannel shirt with black striping, blue jeans, boots, black bandana neckerchief, and black cowboy hat, qith an added pink ponytail. She had a sexier approach, however, in that she had the top buttons undone to show ample cleavage.

As was customary, we hugged and kissed each other. I could smell the leftovers of the day before heating up on the stove. From that I had a plan. We walked together to the couch where we talked about our days. Hers was simple: get up, change, jog, come home, shower, do random stuff, wait for me. Mine was sillier: get up, change, go to work, work, come home.

The chili was delicious but spicy as ever, and I downed heavily with the aid of milk. We enjoyed the meal, but I was a wimp. Using the chili, I started an "argument" with her after we were done eating.

"Girlie, this chili is awful," I said (finishing my third bowl).
"Well what is wrong Tex?"
"It's too spicy, and I can't eat chili when it's spicy."
"I'm sorry Tex!" she said pretending to cry.
"Girl, I am going to teach you a lesson."
"Please don't! I didn't know!"
"Then ask! Clean this mess up!"
"Yessir," she quivered.

I messed around on my computer as she did the dishes. We had agreed well in advance on what would be the most brutal tie of this time. Fortunately, we had code words and signs. This would be it! When she had finished, she came back.

"Tex, I am so sorry about the meal."
"You opened your mouth at the wrong time! I had forgotten."
"Oh, no! Please Tex, no!"
"Come here, kiddo!" I said grabbing a rope.
"Please stop it! I will work it off!"
"You have crossed me enough!" I said tying her arms in reverse prayer, lashing it tightly.
"Ow! Stop, Tex!"
"Not enough!" I said tying it thoroughly as her hat fell off.

I pushed her onto her stomach on the couch and sat on top of her. I tied her legs, knees, and ankles. I stood to watch.

"Tex, no!" she said squirming. "Ugh!" she added.
"This will hold you for a minute."
"Lemme go!" she cried out. Tied like that, flopping like a fish was the only option.
"Come now!" I said opening up her shirt to reveal her bra.
"Stop now! Nooooo!" she shrieked as I pulled off the bra to reveal her breasts.
"Girl, this is enough!" I said taking off her neckerchief.
"Quit it! she clamored as I folded it and tied a knot in it.
"Be quiet!" I said shoving it in and knotting quite tightly behind her.
"Ummmmph!" she said.
"Now then," I said tying a breast harness to leave her breasts out.

I sat there and played with her for a bit. She grunted and kicked out for a while as she lay in my lap, but she relaxed a bit. Her clothing was quite sexy, especially the boots. Picking her up, I carried her to the bedroom.

Using my abilities, I wiggled her jeans and undies down to reveal her. The rest you can guess, but she alternated between enjoyment and squealing for "help" as we passionately embraced. When it was done, I put her pants back on.

Now I laid her on the bed. I tied a long rope from her ankles to her harness and ran it into her boot heels for a hogtie. I tied her feet together on top of the boots. She grunted and squirmed. She made some crocodile tears and in general acted like a remorseful, scared, kidnapped cowgirl.

Now for the coup de grace. I took a rope and tied into her pony. Pulling her head back, I tied it to the foot bindings on her boots, adding a painful hairtie to her reverse prayer hogtie.

"Unnnnhhhhh!" she shrieked.
"Be quiet!"
"Uggghhh! Uuuuuu!"
"Time for silence," I said placing the last piece of microfoam tape on her mouth.
"Nnnnnhh!" came softly.

At this point, she was fully helpless. She could only move her fingers, wiggle her toes, and rock herself a little. I tipped her over, played with her breasts a little, and then left her to it. She hammed it up for me. Per our agreement, I released her hair after 5 minutes.

It was getting late. For comfort, I undid her hogtie and reverse prayer, retying her arms in a boxtie. I checked to make sure her harness and leg bonds were strict. I grabbed the red bandana and blindfolded her. Finally, I put her under the covers and climbed in.

Kissing her wasn't fun like this, so I ungagged her all the way, tossing the tape and bandana on the floor. That bandana probably had a hole chewed in it from overuse, but tomorrow I would go shopping anyway. We kissed each other happily.

"I love you," she whispered in her blindness.
"I love you too," I said before we fell asleep with her in my arms.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- The Swimmer

Postby AlexUSA » Mon Jun 29, 2015 6:13 pm

When I came home, it was rather warm: the nice weather before brutal cold would return. After discussing it, we decided today we would go in the pool. When I came home, I found that she had actually cleaned the pool. She was a serious swimmer, and she didn't get to practice much this time of year.

I had to go to the grocery store, which was a Kroger in a strip mall with a Michael's and some other stores. I went to Michael's and purchased a black bandana and two white (solid, non-paisley per her request) ones along with some craft supplies she wanted. I went to the Kroger and another store in the strip...

When I returned, we ate a simple box of corkscrew pasta with red sauce that was ready and sat around for a little while discussing our days. It was a bit dull for both of us, but it passed the time. It was swim time!

We put on our swimsuits. Her was a jet black bikini with her hair held in a black pony, and I had navy blue swim trunks... no Speedos for me! We grabbed towels, two lemonades, and headed out to swim.

To say she was swimming circles around me is understatement; she was lapping the pool as fast as I did one length! She was incredible: agile, fast, strong, and curvy. You would not want to play "Shark" or "Marco Polo" with her! But I was the better water volleyball player. We splashed each other like children, played diving-horse, dunked each other, and even came up behind each other for surprise kisses (OK. only she was good enough to do that)

We got out of the pool as the sun disappeared. We grabbed our towels, sat on the outdoor chairs, drank our lemonade, and listened to the sounds of nature. When we stopped dripping, we went in.

We went to the bedroom, where she grabbed clothes and went into the bathroom. I followed her quickly with my black bondage belts in hand. I walked up behind her and cupped a hand over her mouth.

"Be quiet, and you won't get hurt. Understand?"

She nodded and said nothing as I belted her wrists behind her followed by her elbows. I belted her above and below her breasts, pinning her upper arms to her body which was follow by a waist belt to pin thag part as well. I picked her up and sat her on the white shower chair to belt her thighs, knees, and ankles.

"Not that again?" she asked seeing the black ball gag.
"Yes, again," I said starting to draw a bath.
"Isn't that thing a bit overused?"
"You'll change your mind!" I said gagging her. I stood her up.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was sexy and curvy even like this. She made sensual moans as she hopped to turn herself and at herself. She felt she looked better not like this, but I didn't care as I filled the tub to it's highest level: the level of the overflow. I picked her up, sat her in the water, and got in with her. This was another plan, but the last pre-planned fantasy.

My tub was big enough for several people: a fancy jacuzzi, really. She sat there in the tub humming a happy tune as she leaned back in the tub. I could feel her wiggling her toes even though my eyes were closed. I slowly floated over to her and wrapped one arm around her. She kept humming her tune, and I could now identify a symphony as she hummed one thing, wiggled her toes to a different instrument, and wiggled her fingers to another.

"Beethoven's 9th?"
"Nhh uhh!" she shook her head, her wet hair splatting my face.
"5th?" I asked wiping off.
"Nhh uhh!"
"Oh, Vaughan Williams Ocean?"
"Ht ih ht?" she asked.
"Mozart's 40th?"
"Mm!" she nodded and kept humming.
"Time to end th is party," I said putting a hand over her mouth.
"Mm?"
"Time for some breathe play. Are you ready?"
"Mmm!" she said nodding.
"Kick when you're ready to come up!"

She nodded and then started to act resistant while grunting "Mm nnnnnnn!" loudly. I grabbed her and pinched her nose. She was writhing fiercely but NOT kicking. She was acting veey realistically. I pinched her nose and dunked her under. She wormed her way around as she went under. I kept her under for 25 seconds and resurfaced her. She breathed deeply through the gag as best she could.

"Ready?"

She nodded so I submerged her again. She feigned distress but then calmed down. She stayed down for over two minutes before kicking. I resurfaced her and let go of her nose. She looked at me with smug satisfaction. I had previously said she wouldn't last a minute.

We soaked a little while longer before I decided to actually bathe us. She gave some playful squeals as I undid the knots on her bikini, first revealing her breasts and then her substraight. I took off my bathing suit and tossed it out of the tub and right into the sink.

"See why I won water volleyball?"
"Mm!" she nodded before I dunked her under again.

I scrubbed her hair thoroughly before dunking her for the rinse. I scrubbed the chlorine out of her hair and skin. I took her out of the tub, sat her on the chair, and bathed myself. I put on clean undies and blue and white checkered boxers.

I released her legs and put her black lace undies on before rebinding her legs. I undid the breast belts, put on her matching bra, and rebelted her. Like this, we went to sleep for a night of wonderful sex...
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- Déjà vu and a Twist

Postby AlexUSA » Fri Jul 03, 2015 5:37 pm

I woke up feeling wonderful. After the night I had just been through, who wouldn't? I lay in my bed as the sun peeked through the curtains. It was 6:00.

I let out a yawn and stretched and took a look at my little beauty in bed with me. I could see the top of her head peeking out from under the sky blue comforter. Her brown hair was in a tight pony that she had right up against the back of her head. The pony tied as it was came down to her shoulder, but I knew that; you couldn't see it.

Oh, I was a pretty awesome lover, and she was pretty good too. It had been a night of pleasure. We would never forget this.

I climbed out of bed and took a shower, as hygiene demanded. My master shower was starting to light up now, and the spacious stall allowed me room to stretch and rejuvenate myself. Afterward, I put my blue dress pants on. I hadn't bothered to do the usual things like wear pajamas.

As I was dressing, I heard a groan and saw her cute face pop out from under the cover. The brown eyes greeted me. I walked up and gave her a passionate kiss.

"Good morning," I whispered in her ear.
"Mmmmmm," she said as our lips met.

She couldn't do much. She was in just her black lace bra and matching underwear. She was still bound with the belts and ball gagged.

I gave her a tickle in her exposed belly button, at which she jerked back with a smile. I tickled her some more, and she laughed into the ball. After she stopped laughing, I took off the gag.

"Are you leaving me?"
"I must. I'm making breakfast."
"Will you be back soon?"
"Of course," I said pulling out a black bandana.
"And are you going to release me?" she said coyly.
"Not yet, my love," I said blindfolding her
"Please let me go," she said more seriously, hoping to coax me.
"You are still my prisoner yet!"
"Come on! I behave!"
"But I cannot take a chance."
"Honey, give me a chance. I'll be good!"
"I cannot yet," I said resuming control of this roleplay.
"OK. Do you have to gag me?"
"You're cuter that way," I said holding a black muzzle with a green ball gag and lifting up her blindfold a moment before replacing it.
"Is this my breakfast?" she asked opening wide.
"I have better things for you, my dear," I said putting it in her mouth. I fastened the straps behind her.
"Mmmmm!" she tested.

I then pulled out the black flat sheet, just for her. I laid it out on the floor. I carried her over and laid her at an edge. Her figure seemed small compared to the sheet. I wrapped her tightly in the sheet which led to my invention.

At the end of the sheet were the gromits at 6 inch intervals into which I had tied the ends of 12 foot black ropes. Using these, I secured the sheet to her body, the method helping accentuate her curves, although she was rather flat and skinny. She let out a pleased moan. I carried her back over to the bed and laid her on it.

I fastened the collar around her neck. There was enough chain for her to fall off the bed and not choke. I pulled the covers over her and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'll be back."
"Eee ckkk!" she shouted out.
"Nobody shall find you!"
"Oohhhhhhh!" she retorted as she flopped around.
"Be good," I said and shut the door, locking it behind me.

As I cooked breakfast, my thoughts kept going back to my beautiful girl who was bound in black. I had snared her at the start of her week-long vacation to boot! I had had her for as much of that time as she and I wanted, and it was ending soon!

I was forgetting the food. Breakfast couldn't come soon enough! What time was it?!

When the clock said 7:00, I entered the bedroom, but she didn't stir. She was fast asleep and had moved only a little. I walked over and gave the chain a slight tug to jerk her. She let out a long quiet moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ooooooooooo!"
"How are you, my love?" I asked.
"Mmmmm!" she struggled to sit up, but I helped her.
"Is it fun?" I asked caressing her body.
"Mmm," she nodded.
"Are you ready for the next phase?"

She only nodded as I untied the black sheet. As I unwrapped it, I examined her beautiful body.

"Get up!" I said, disconnecting the chain from the bed so that it was a leash.
"Lllll," she shrugged.
"Come," I led her hopping slowly into the bathroom, where I stripped her bra and wet panties (yeah, I cut these off too, so sue me again). I removed the harness and the blindfold and then let down her hair.

I sat her on the white shower chair and chained her to the chair. I turned on the water to a comfortable temperature. I cleaned her body with finesse and washed her hair with the touch of a masseur.

When the shower was finished, I unchained her and, for the first time since yesterday, released her. I took the bondage belts to my special chest and stored them away. I pulled out several lengths of brown rope and some other items for later.

I shut the bedroom door behind me so that she could surprise me. I prepared a small breakfast of oatmeal with lots of dried fruits in it since I was short on time. When she arrived, what I saw was stunning.

There she stood in the red skirt that came down to her calves. She had black knee socks and black shoes. She wore her black tank top, which came just low enough to shown only her clavicles, with her white lace long-sleeve dress jacket. Her hair was held back by a red headband.

She walked in a proud stride to the table. I held her chair out for her and pushed it in after she had seated herself. She looked at the colorful concoction and smiled widely. I smiled back and started with a sheepish chuckle.

"Boy, am I lucky to have a girl like you."
"Well, you have deserved it with your charm, chivalry, and manliness."
"Well thank you, but a gentleman is only noticed by a true lady."
"You are so sweet some times!"
"We need proof!" I said grabbing my phone.
"How's this?" she asked posing.
"Perfect," I said taking a photo and tagging her in it on Facebook.

She giggled. I reached out and took her hand in mine as we ate. We talked about so many things as we enjoyed the simple moment. The orange leaves and wind blowing outside on an autumn cloudy made the moment warmer.

After breakfast, she seated herself on the couch. She sat right next to my pile of binding materials. She turned on the TV knowing I wanted ESPN. I sat down next to her as she played with her phone. Starting my plans, I took the phone away when she finished surfing the web on it.

"Oh, is that so?" she asked defiantly as I grabbed her arm.
"Yes, it is!" I responded as I tied her crossed wrists behind her back.

I turned her as she sat, still straight and tall. I tied her elbows together. I tied a chest harness on her. I bound her ankles, knees, and thighs. A waist furthered her torture. She looked at her predicament.

"Are you tying me up?" she asked in a sensual tone.
"Of course. One cannot appreciate this any other way," I said as our lips met. As we slowly turned away, I grabbed a pink bandana, folded it into a band, and tied a knot in it. She opened wide to accept it, and I placed several strips of duct tape over her mouth, cheek-to-cheek, so that be mouth was covered but the pink bandana was still visible. I stood her up and tied a crotch rope under her skirt, which means yes I reached under her like that. She moaned a little as it tightened.

We sat together watching ESPN. I held her in my arm as we watched. The entire time she moaned loudly and squirmed. I think she just liked hearing the sound of her own voice and the feel of the bonds, but she was gonna make a mess with that crotch rope!

"Mmmmmm!"

I piced up her legs and moved them onto the couch so that she was now fully on the couch. She was moaning loudly and acting nicely in spite of the randomness of this moment.

"Mmmmm!"
"I must be leaving now."
"Mmph?! Lehdy?!"
"You will be fine!"
"Mmmmmm! Nnnnn! Lllllppppp! Emmmmm mmmmmmm ohhhhh!"
"Enough!" I said as I tied a rope from her knees to her chest.
"Mph!" she wailed at the ball tie, her eyes wide.
"Quit overreacting," I said knowing I had to do something.
"*sigh*"
"It'll be fine," I reassured.
"Lll hhtt!" she responded with renewed confidence.
"Be good and escape!" I said kissing her.
"Mph" she excalimed, excited by the challenge.
"Bye now!" I said as I began to leave.
"Mph!" she said as I left.

I shut the door leaving her to her own thoughts and devices. She was helplessness and silence. Only she could save herself now.
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When I returned, my hopes were fulfilled as she had long gotten out of the ropes. She was an escape master! I could sense something was up, though. The smell of sandwich steaks filled the air.

All I knew was that we were perfect. She could cook and clean; I could cook and clean. She was sweet and lovable; I was sweet and lovable (IMO). It was a dream come true, and this week, plus the months we had known each other, seemed surreal.

The cheesesteaks were indeed incredible: cheesy, oniony, meaty, moist, and chewy. It was a man's dream. We talked over dinner about her escape. She had taken almost 4 hours to get out! When dinner was done, I did the dishes and the cleanup.

She was sitting on the couch, and I sat next to her. Suddenly, I felt my wrists tie behind me.

"Oh, are we playing a game?" I asked.
"Yes, we are?"
"What game?" I asked as my elbows were bound.
"You & me."
"I have never played."
"It's easy," she said tying a chest harness.
"How do you play?"
"You tie me up, and I tie you up," she added as she tied a waist rope.
"Did I take my turn this morning?"
"You did," she said tying my ankles.
"Is it your turn?" I asked.
"I think so," she continued as she bound my knees and thighs.
"Let's try it. It sounds like Mario."
"Not really," she said tying a knot in the red bandana.
"Go!"
"I will," she said gagging me and then adding tape over my mouth.
"Mmmm!"
"Isn't it fun?"
"Mmmm!" I nodded.
"Great!" she said.
"Mmmm!"
"Now escape!" she said. She then chuckled a maniacal chuckle.
"Mmmm!"

She cuddled with me as she turned the TV on to the Golden Girls. It was hard to laugh into a bandana. She was in control now, and she kissed me occasionally. I was stuck there with her as she satisfied her own whims for once.

She used it all: my piano, my video games, my TV, my self, and even my computer. It was all about her. She texted her friends too. All the while I had to sit through it. I fought against the bonds.

"Stop now before I crotch rope you or, worse, tape you."
"Mmmm!"
"Go ahead," she said knowing I would keep trying.

Around 9:30, I got free. It was the most satisfying escape ever. She had made it a real challenge. She gave me a congratulatory kiss.

She could do it all: strong, weak, resilient, bad@$$, playful, and just plain ordinary. It was getting better and better.
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Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- The Guilty

Postby AlexUSA » Sat Jul 04, 2015 5:47 pm

The Saturday of our last weekend was a simple affair. A cold front had passed through so I wore jeans, a gray long-sleeve t-shirt, and a Detroit Lions hat. She was the lady in black: black sweat pants, black turtleneck sweater, black socks, Converse All-stars, black pony tail, and a black kerchief bandana on her head, the one I had purchased. I walked behind her quietly and threw an arm around her.

"Stop now! Police!"
"Hey, let me go!"
"You're under arrest!"
"I'm innocent."
"You committed theft!" I moved quickly and tied her wrist behind her back with black rope.
"Release me!"
"No," I said adding an elbow rope.
"I haven't done anything!"
"Come with me!" I said grabbing her by the arm and pushing her to tbe bedroom. I shut the door behind me to trap her in.
"I want a lawyer. Unlawful arrest."
"Tell it to the judge!" I said grabbing the black sheet with the gromits.
"You can't do this!"
"But I have," I reasoned as I folded it in half.
"You're a bad cop!"
"I am a dedicated protector of citizens!" I said as I came toward her with the sheet.
"You will not!" she said avoiding me by hopping over the bed.
"I have to secure you," I said following.
"I am secure enough," she said running around the bed.
"You are being bound over for questioning," I said catching her.
"Please no," she with a wail, but even she couldn't fake tears at this.

Folded in half, the sheet was perfect for her torso along, as I wanted. I pushed her onto the bed and wrapped the sheet tightly before tying off the ropes. I grabbed the old black bandana, folded it, and tied a knot.

"It's time for your appearance. Open wide."
"No!" she clamped her mouth shut.
"Open!"
"Unh uh!" she shook her head.
"The judge issued a gag order," I said pinching her nose.
"Unhbuh, mmmph!" she said as the knot went in.
"Good girl. Good behavior gets you off easily!" I said knotting it off tightly behind her.
"Mmmm!" she protested as I picked her up.
"It's time," I said opening the door.
"Oo udd?" she asked as we walked to the living room.
"I am, of course!"
"Uh udda!"
"Hey now!"

I sat her on the couch and tied her ankles in lotus position with black rope. Now, it was a perfect court session.

"I think you're cute. So I find you..."
"Nnnt!" she gag-talked.
"Guilty!"
"Rrihh [Curses]!"
"I sentence you to sit here bound and gagged while I go to the store."
"Oh ng?"
"Hour tops!"
"Ood!" she said, and I left.
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I came back with all the goods, including a surprise I would give her tomorrow. I checked her bonds, and all was good. One surprise was black gaffer tape to wrap around her head! Now she couldn't intelligibly talk!

For the next two hours, I serenaded her at the piano. I kept her warm for a while with cuddles and kisses. I put on a Food Network chef she liked. I entertained her with humorous video game narrations as I played.

I kept her so entertained she stopped trying to escape. The entire time she seemed to be smiling. She liked being doted on in anyway. She hummed along with me as I played. She laughed as I narrated. She learned from the chef. She took it all as if she weren't tied up.

Around 5:30, I released her. She stretched long and hard from being bound so long. She had gone through 9 hours bound and gagged! She rubbed her wrists, elbows, and ankles. She then did a leap.

"I am free!"
"Your sentence is over. How was it?"
"It was actually nice because you didn't tie me too tight. The gag was a bit much though. That knot you tied in it was REALLY tight. Look at my mouth!"
"Yeah, but I kept it interesting."
"You sure did. You're such a strange, mysterious man sometimes. You punish to reward."
"Just you wait!"
"I have to quickly run back to my place. I'll be an hour."
"Ok."

Turned out she went to dump off some things and get others. She had a plan, too; or so it seemed.
I rite on a tabblit, so speling errurs will hap pin free quintly.

Re: The Strange Mr. Barnes- The Innocent

Postby AlexUSA » Sun Jul 05, 2015 5:28 pm

This last day was to be the ultimate culmination. I had a surprise in store for her, but she surprised me first!

She came out of the bedroom holding one of the solid white bandanas I had purchased as well as white rope and white tape. She was stunning: white skirt down to her calves, white socks, white shoes, white long-sleeve blouse with a curve neck that exposed her clavicles a bit, and a solid white bandana headband, the other, holding her hair back. She was purely white, and most of it was fresh and clean like new, so it was brilliant white!

I took ahold off her and turned her around gently. She clasped her arms behind her back. I tied them securely.

"Miss, come with me," I said taking ahold of her arm.
"What for?"
"Questioning."
"OK," she said calmly as I sat her in an armchair in the kitchen.

I released her arms and tied her wrists to the arms of the chair. I then tied her elbows where the arms met the chair back. I added a breast harness that tied behind the chair, making her breasts stick out, and a waist rope to fasten her body to the chair. I then tied her shoulders.

I tied her ankles, knees, and thighs. I tied a rope around her thighs around the seat of the chair. I networked her leg bindings into the chair frame. She couldn't move an inch!

"Ma'am, judge issued a gag order," I said folding thr solid white bandana.
"No!" she said turning away.
"Ma'am," I said pinching her nose and cleave gagging her.
"Mmm!"

I took the white tape and wrapped it around her head several times. Finally, I used my paisley white bandana to blindfold her, the black in the paisley being her only non-white color besides her brown hair.

"You are charged with loving a man. How do you plead?"
"Llyy!"
"Well this court finds you innocent."

I took out the ring and slipped it on her finger.

"Mmm?!"
"Shh," I said unwrapping the tape. I pulled the bandana from her mouth and slid it down to her neck.
"Is it?"
"Wait," I said unknotting the blindfold.

The black accenting was the last vestige of her "guilt" in my court. I tossed it on the floor. Now she sat there all in white: headband, blouse, skirt, socks, shoes, headband, slighly wet neckerchief, and rope. I asked her to smile while looking at her hand, for a photograph just for us to cherish. I got down close to her and held the hand with the ring.

We had known each other for over a year. We knew every facet of each other. I looked at her and realized I could live the rest of my life without tying her up ever again! I loved HER. The time was now.

"Rena, will you marry me?"
"Yes, Ethan. Yes, I will!"

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THE END
I rite on a tabblit, so speling errurs will hap pin free quintly.