Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Thu Sep 23, 2010 3:09 pm

Hey Everybody

It took me a while, but I finally have another story ready to post. This one I started back in January and abandoned. While I was racking my brain to come up with another premise for a story, I decided to take it and revamp it. Though I had trouble deciding whether I wanted to write from the perspective of the captor or the captive... So, I decided to experiment and did both. This story is written in four parts, the first two belonging to the captive and the second two to the captor. As far as I know, nobody on this board has tried it before... I'll let you guys decide if it worked!

Couple of things I should mention: Aside from my usual editing errors... In the past I've self edited the language in my stories, I decided not to this time. So be aware that there is some adverse language in this story.

I think that's it, here we go. Hope you like it!




Tonight, I was hers...

By: Dreadnaught3200



I waited for Rachel on one of the couches in my living room while King Crimson was pouring out of the stereo nearby. It was day three of my two weeks of having the house to myself. The rest of my family had gone to Vancouver for the Winter Olympics, but alas I had to stay behind because of a concert I was performing in. Not that I really minded though. Sports had never been my thing, and having the place all to myself for two weeks sounded like fun. Not that I planned on throwing any huge parties… Never really been my thing.

No, what I was really looking forward to was the chance to tie myself up without fear of interruption, for as long as I wanted, anywhere in the house. I’d never liked indulging in my little quirk while my family was around, the fear of discovery and the embarrassment that came with it was just too great.

However, for once, bondage was the furthest thing from my mind. Rachel was coming by, and I had a feeling things might get a bit complicated. My friend Rachel and I had a short but fairly intense history, dating back to my Grade 12 year. I was completely fixated on her for most of that year and well into the next one. While she on the other hand looked up to me like a big brother. You can see the complexity of the situation… Though she had no idea that I liked her. Or at least I didn’t think she knew.

I had the premonition that the evening was going to go late. And that both she and I would probably need a drink by the time it was over. To this end I’d pulled out a bottle of Goldschlager that had been given to my Dad by one of his patients. He hated it, and decided to give it to me. Somehow this seemed to be a wise choice for Rachel who shied away from the sauce at the best of times. I’d invited her over when she told me she wanted to talk about her boyfriend… or more specifically her ex-boyfriend.

At first when I pressed for details on the situation she resisted. Simply saying that she “didn’t want to share”. Later as we talked it over, I guessed to her that it was something awkward that she would only tell to another girl. Her reply was half hearted: “Sorta, though I’m not sure which one really”. After some considering she asked to see me face to face so we could talk about it.

I was halfway though the Power to Believe album when she finally pulled up into my driveway. I roused myself from the couch, turned off the stereo and headed to the back door to greet her. I didn’t think hard core Prog Rock would really be her thing.

“Hello!” I said happily.
“Hey.” She said in a very exhausted tone of voice.

I gave her a hug and brought her inside. She was a little surprised and little hesitant to see the bottle of schnapps I’d put on the table. I simply didn’t acknowledge it and sat down. She did likewise.

After trying to make pleasantries for a few minutes, I finally decided to cut to the chase.

“Ok, so by the look on your face, I’m guessing you want to cut the crap huh?” I said.
“Yeah kinda…” She replied.
“I can’t recall ever seeing you so shaken up about anything.”
“Shaken up?”
“Ok well maybe that’s the wrong way to put it. Angry… depressed… Either of these sound better?
“Both actually.”
“Ok… What happened?” I demanded finally.

She launched into a tirade over the end of the relationship. Telling it like the story of a bad movie. Though it became quickly apparent that she was carefully avoiding the issue she said wanted to talk to me about.

A few minutes in, I wordlessly opened the bottle and poured a couple of glasses. She wasn’t really hesitant anymore and we both shot them strait. I’d hoped it would loosen her up a bit, but it didn’t really work.

Once she reached the end of the story, she faked panting, and I laughed.

“I see.” I said finally. “Though you didn’t mention that issue you didn’t want to tell me about.”
“No.”
“Well?”
“Do you mind if we talk about that later, after I’ve calmed down a bit?”
“Alright, of course.”

I was a little worried, Rachel wasn’t acting like herself at all.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up momentarily. “Before I forget…”
“Forget what?” I asked.
“Do you mind if I take a look at your handcuffs?”
“Ok… sure. I can put you in them if you want.”
“Nah, not today.”

I was a little surprised, a few weeks before I’d mentioned I had them and she said she wanted to have a look at them. Though I didn’t think she would’ve remembered today.

I got up from the table and ran upstairs to collect them. By the time I came back down she had turned on the TV and was watching he alpine skiing event. This also struck me as a little strange, I’d never known her to really be in to sports. But the again, these were the Olympics.

I set the steel cuffs and their two keys down on the table and started pouring myself another goldschlagger. She came over and picked them up. It seemed she was enjoying the buzz of holding a pair of real steel handcuffs in her hand. She started playing with them, locking and unlocking them and pushing the rings around.

“I’m so glad I bought those.” I commented.
“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.”

I turned my attention to the skiing on the TV as a Canadian started barreling down the run. I compared her time against the displayed speeds of her competitors carefully. It’s amazing how the Olympics can make even non-sporty people interested. In fact I was so enraptured that I didn’t notice as Rachel disappeared from my field of vision. Nor did I care to think that leaving my hands draping on either side of the chair I was sitting on was a bad idea. One, which I would soon have cause to regret.

Just as the Canadian skier reached the bottom of the run, I felt the steel click of a handcuff snap onto my right wrist. I was in such shock that I did nothing to avoid the lightning fast hands that pulled my wrists through the chair back and clicked the left one into the other cuff. Just like that, I’d been immobilized.

“What? What? What?!” I half yelled.

Rachel walked back in front of me and smiled mischievously.

“Its pretty obvious isn’t it? I handcuffed you.” She said, half giggling.
“Yeah I figured as much, but why?”
“Because it’s fun.”

I thought about it for a minute.

“This was your plan on along wasn’t it?” I asked.
“Oh c’mon, don’t act like you don’t like it!”
“Well maybe so, but still…”
“Ahhh quit your whining. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

And with that, she grabbed the handcuff keys and walked out of the room towards the back hallway. I was still in a state of shock. It wasn’t like Rachel to seize the initiative like this. Much less be so sneaky about it.

About a minute later she returned with a bag slung over her shoulder. I couldn’t see what was in the bag, and something told me that was quite purposeful. Though to my surprise she walked right past me to the basement door and went downstairs.

I could hear her walking around down there and getting her bearings. After a couple of minutes she came back up, without the bag.

“Ok. Were going downstairs.” She announced.

Swiftly she walked over to my chair, and as quickly as she’d done earlier she uncuffed my left hand and pushed it through the back and re-cuffed it on the other side. Freeing me from the chair.

Silently I obeyed and walked towards the basement, though my mind was abuzz with worry. This wasn’t like her at all. She was becoming more controlled and aggressive by the second, and it obviously had something to do with her last boyfriend. But I couldn’t figure out what.

“Wait, stop.” I said as I turned to her on the stairs.

She said nothing.

“What’s going on Rachel? This isn’t like you at all. Stop and think about this for a second.”
“Oh shut up Jake, before I tape your mouth shut.”

With that she physically pushed me forward. At the base of the stairs we took a left. Moving past the little table there we rounded one more corner towards my bowflex. (It’s a bowflex extreme, the kind that sits upright.) Nearby she’d laid out tape and massive amounts of nylon rope. Her intentions became all too clear.

She put her hand on my shoulder and ushered me towards the expansive steel contraption. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of both excitement and fear as she did. I knew that if I had really wanted to, I probably could have resisted her and turned the tables somehow, but I didn’t really want to. And at the same time, I wanted to get to the bottom of why she was acting so strangely. It seemed that if I went along with her she would probably tell me.

I sat down on the small bench seat and didn’t resist as she uncuffed my left wrist once more and re-locked it behind the sturdy metal bar that ran from the base of the machine to the horizontal bar above my head. At this point, for better or worse, I was committed.

“Alrighty then.” She said, rubbing her hands together playfully.

She walked towards her bag of tricks and left my line of sight. I strained my neck to see what she was doing, but it was no use. I turned and faced the wall in front of me.

“First things first.” I heard through my left ear.

She gruffly pulled a wide piece of black cloth around my eyes, and just like that I lost any idea of what was coming. And with it, any hope of resisting her in any way.

I heard her walk away towards her supplies, not long after she returned and I heard her walk around me. She took hold of my right ankle and tied a loop of rope around it. She sent it around four or five times before she knotted it off. Next she pulled it over to the far right side of the base of the machine and (considering I heard the rope scratch against metal) started looping it around the bar that runs slightly above metal base on either side.

When I heard her stand up and move away I tried pulling my foot away. It didn’t budge. A few seconds later she grabbed my left ankle and repeated the process, I didn’t realize just how uncomfortably far apart this would pull my legs, it only added to the vulnerability of my situation.

As Rachel worked, I silently considered my predicament. Despite her somewhat angry and unpredictable state, I knew that fundamentally Rachel was a sweet person who could never hurt a fly. I reminded myself that, even though I was totally under her control, it was against her nature to hurt me in any way. Though it was still hard to shut out the thought that a mad woman was binding me.

A few seconds later, she pulled a rope around my waist and began wrapping it up my stomach. She got around four revolutions before she tied it off at the front. I thought at this point that she would call it a day. But to my surprise I soon felt another rope being tied around my upper torso. After doing one complete revolution, she tied one end off at the back, and pulled the other end down my chest diagonally. She put her finger on my abdomen to hold the horizontal length in place while she pulled the rope horizontally around my chest and the bar, and then threaded it across the diagonal rope, and went diagonally down the other way. Once again she used her finger to hold the diagonal length in place while she sent the end of the rope around the bar, two more revolutions and she knotted it off at the front as well. In this way she had immobilized my entire torso.

As she was tying she commented.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you this quiet before.”
“Yeah, well... I don’t think you’ve ever tied me up before.”
“Well, there has to be a first time for everything doesn’t there?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”

Though as someone wise once pointed out, sometimes it’s better not to have a first time.

When she was finished, it seemed she stood back to admire her handiwork. Perhaps to speculate on what else she could do to subdue me. Not that she needed to do any more, I wasn’t going anywhere.

I was somewhat excited by the fact that I didn’t know what was coming. While I had tied myself up many times, it paled in comparison to the real thing. When you’re tying yourself up, you are still under your own control. Surrendering that control to someone else is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. It’s in direct violation of every survival instinct human beings have developed.

Not long after she’d finished, I felt her hand on the top of my head as she pushed it down. I guessed what was coming next. The sound of duct tape ripping from the role was followed by the sensation of the sticky tape being stuck to my lips. She took the roll and wrapped it around my head again and again. After what felt like eight or nine times, she ripped the tape from the roll and stuck the loose end down.

I had never been so helpless in my life. There before a girl who, two years previous, I would have given anything to have, was in complete control of me, and had taken away my power to move, see, or speak. It was exhilarating and terrifying. She could do anything to me, and I would have no way to oppose her, nor would my family or anyone else be coming home to interrupt her.

“Coming home?” I thought, suddenly hope surged to mind.

She would still have to go home before too late, and I was sure she wasn’t planning on leaving me there to die of dehydration. I took some bitter comfort in that. Though that could be many hours away.

“Oh, I should probably mention that my parents think I’m staying at Cassia’s tonight. So I won’t have to be leaving any time soon.”

“Shit” Was my initial reaction.

Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the weight of her smirk through the darkness of the blindfold. I just knew that she was savoring this, but I still didn’t know the reason.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a little while.”

I heard her footsteps on the carpet walk away, up the creaking stairs and heard the basement door shut.

I started pulling against my bonds with every ounce of strength I could muster. Though considering most of my body was practically welded the bowflex, it really didn’t look like it. Though my feet swung freely on their short tether and my arms could extended back a little ways. It was the handcuffs more than anything else that sealed my hopelessness. They were hard steel. If she had tied my hands with rope I might have been able to reach the knot and release my hands. But the handcuffs were designed for the sole purpose of tying hands together and not letting go.

Once I’d had my fill of struggling, I lay my head back and tried to sleep. Given that I physically couldn’t open my eyes, the visions in my head took free reign and I started to fall in and out of sleep.

Its strange, but when you lose your sense of sight, you inevitably lose sense of if your sleeping or not, and when that happens you lose all sense of time. I had no idea how long Rachel left me down there. Though I found out later it was around an hour.

I was awoken (I guess) by the opening of the basement door once again. Drowsily I awaited her arrival, hoping that she’d at least talk to me, or maybe even release me.

“Ok, so I’ve thought about it for a while.” She announced.
“Hmmmmmmph” I replied.
“Do you want to know why I broke with Troy? I mean, why I really broke up with Troy?”

I nodded. Finally we were getting somewhere.

I heard her walk away and grab a chair from the nearby table.

“So.” She began. “Troy was a really nice guy, he was kind of like you in a lot of ways, he took very good care of me. And I was serious that a big reason why I broke up with him was because he wasn’t a Christian and I couldn’t share so much of myself with someone who didn’t share my worldview. But as you guessed, there was more to it than that. The reason that I was able to tie you up so well tonight, was because I watched Troy tie me up numerous times. Which I didn’t mind. There’s something really cool about being at the mercy of a person you think you love. But as we went on, and I started asking if I could tie him up, he always said no. Finally one time as I was tied to chair, he took the scarf out of my mouth and kissed me. When he pulled away, I asked him why he liked tying me up. He said didn’t know, he just did. When I told him it was about control, he just said “I guess so”. Then I asked him why he would never let me tie him up. He said he wouldn’t be comfortable with it. Well why not? Was he comfortable with me? Yes. Then he said something I’ll never forget. Because well, I’m the guy, it’s my job to take care of you and give you everything you need. Wait, I said, so you think I need you? And he said yes. I was so angry. I made him untie me and I walked out of the house. I’d heard from some other people that he had no respect for me, but I didn’t believe them. Now I knew, he thought I was weak and stupid. Like most people do. But I’m not weak, I know I’m not. (I nodded my head in agreement) Just to prove it to myself, I’ve tied up the strongest person I know. You’ve always taken care of me, but now it’s me who has to take care of you. And for once you can’t do anything without me. Not the other way around.”

Suddenly I understood my role in all this.

I nodded my head slowly, trying to demonstrate wordlessly that I understood and agreed with what she just said. Though it was unclear just how much of an impression I was making.

“Does that make any sense to you?” She asked.

I kept nodding.

“Good. I wasn’t sure if you’d understand or not. Though there is one problem: Troy still talks to me all the time, and always begs me to take him back. I mean, sometimes I feel like such a bitch ignoring him like that.”

I waved “no” aggressively.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Yes!

“Alright.”

I heard her get up and walk towards me. She pulled of the blindfold first, I had to blink and squint as my watery eyes re-adjusted to the light. Meanwhile she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the ring of duct tape around my mouth. All at once she pulled the tape off my skin… needless to say, it hurt.

I took a few deep breaths.

“Thank you.” I said.
“Don’t mention it.”

Thinking over my words for a second, I said:

“Ok, all I have to say on the subject is this. Rachel, you are many things… But bitch is definitely not one of them. Just by virtue of the fact that Troy’s pleading makes you feel like a bitch, means your not. You’ve got to be one of the sweetest and most sincere people I know. And I know many.”
“Yeah, but Troy makes me feel like a bitch, cause he really is such a nice guy. And I think he still loves me.”
“What Troy is doing is realizing what he’s lost, and is desperate to get it back.”
“What has he lost?”
“A girl, who’s beautiful, and smart, and loving. The problem is, he’s thinking of what he can get out of you and not what you can get out of him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well he didn’t respect you. He felt that he had to take care of you like an owner takes care of their pet. A relationship is a partnership, and you are a free thinking individual. He wasn’t thinking about your advancement, and how could you spend any amount of yourself with someone who treats you that way?”

She thought about it for a minute.

“That makes sense.”
“I’m glad.”
“How do you understand people so well?”
“I’m don’t Most people are just not complicated.”

She stared for a minute, then stood up and gave me a hug. Which was a bit weird considering I was tied to a boxflex at the time. But oh well, I can think of worse things.

“I’m sorry, I tied you up without asking by the way.”
“Oh that’s alright. I was just kind of shocked at your audacity.”
“Yeah, you were right, it’s not like me at all.”
“No, oh well. I’m glad I could help.”

I smiled, expecting that she was going to grab the handcuff keys and release me. But she made no such moves.

“What, you don’t think I’m going to untie you, do ya?”
“Uhm, I sorta thought you would.”
“Oh no, I’m still going to have some fun with you.”

Now, I was worried.

“Like what?”
“Well, I happened to bring a DVD that I thought we could watch together…”
“Which is?”
“Twilight.”

I HATE twilight.

“You are cruel! You are a very cruel person!”

She just smirked.

“I do have to go to the washroom though.” I told her.
“Alright.”

She walked over to me and began the arduous process of releasing me from my bindings. What she didn’t know was I had a trick up my sleeve.



More to come. Please leave a comment!
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby Chase Ricks » Thu Sep 23, 2010 3:39 pm

Great story so far. :big:
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby milagros317 » Thu Sep 23, 2010 4:13 pm

Wonderful story so far. I'll be glad to see part two.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby tyme115 » Thu Sep 23, 2010 4:42 pm

Excellent story, almost sounds true, lol. Keep up the good work!

Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby capturedsuperhero » Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:34 am

terrific read!
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!

Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Sat Sep 25, 2010 8:11 am

Thanks for the kind words you guys, part two.



Since it took her a fairly long time to tie me to the bowflex, I expected that it would take a while to extricate me from it. And I was right. We joked back and forth a little bit as she worked, regaining our usual rapport as friends that had been so absent that night. Once the rope had been removed she walked behind me again and unlocked the handcuffs, and as before, swiftly relocked them behind me.

After being tied up for almost two hours it was a relief to stretch my legs, even though my arms were still tied.

“Ok, come on!” She said, playfully pushing me forward.

She escorted me past the staircase to the other portion of the basement, the TV/sitting room and to the small hallway, which led to the bathroom and furnace room.

“Now.” She announced, while turning me around. Once again she unlocked one of my wrists from the cuffs and re-cuffed them in front of me.

“That should work.” She decided.
“Gee, thanks.” I said.
“Oh c’mon you’re a guy!”

It didn’t seem she was about to change her mind. Oh well, no matter. I pushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Leading me to my next order of business… truth was I didn’t have to use the washroom. What I needed was in the drawer under the sink. To be precise, a bobby pin.

Since I’d bought my handcuffs primarily to use on myself, I decided it would be a good idea to know how to escape from them without a key if I needed to do. The first and easiest method I learned was off a Youtube video, and could be done with a simple bobby pin.

I peeled off the plastic coating from the strait end of the pin and bent it strait. Next, I inserted the pin into the keyhole on the left cuff and bent it down. That done, I took the bent side of the pin, inserted it on the other side and bent it back. It was then easy to insert the now (Sorta) L shaped pin and release the ratchet. And just like that, I was free.

“Now it’s my turn.” I thought.

Happily I turned to the door, ready to take my revenge on my assailant. Though I was nagged by a doubt. Was it really right to turn the tables on her when she was so enjoying being in a dominant position? Considering how bitter she was being at the mercy of her ex… Maybe… Should I just let her have her fun?

After a moment of debate, I made up my mind and left the room.

Rachel was leaning against the wall next to the door, and jumped back as soon as she saw me and the empty cuff hanging off my right wrist.

“How did you get out of those!?” She demanded.
“Magic.” I replied calmly.

She stepped back nervously, she seemed certain I was about to pounce.

“Don’t panic.” I assured her.

Silence.

“I understand how much this means to you. And… Tonight is about you, and what you want. So if this is it…”

I turned around and brought my hands behind my back. Somehow I knew a long smile crossed her face, and my hands were re-bound in a matter of seconds. Oh well, I’d get my revenge on another day. For tonight, I was hers.

“Thanks.” She said, massaging my shoulder affectionately. “Now I’ll just have to make sure you can’t escape again!”
“Do your worst.”

She ushered me forward into the open carpeted space between the couch and the TV and let go. Without saying a word she darted back across the basement, only to return a moment later, her arms loaded down with her supplies. She set them, and me, onto the floor.

“Now, how shall I go about doing this?” She wondered out loud.
“I’d tell you, but that would be kind of against the point.”
“Yes it would now shut up.”
“Oh c’mon, you know me, I’m incapable of shutting up.”
“You’re right!”

She grabbed her role of shiny black duct tape, pulled a piece off the role, stuck it to my lips and wrapped it around my head several times. I grunted in protest just for fun. To give her a feeling of accomplishment if nothing else.

With my protests effectively stifled, she set to work tying me up more thoroughly. She started with my ankles, tying one end of the rope around my left foot and then looping it around both feet horizontally and cinching it vertically. That done she looped the rope around my ankles in a figure eight pattern and after cinching it vertically a couple more times, left the end with a fair amount of slack on the ground. Didn’t take me long to figure out what she planned to do with it.

She took another rope and bound my knees together in much the same fashion as my ankles. Next she slid the handcuffs on my wrists as close as could to my hands and bound my hands together with rope above them. When that was done she took off the handcuffs and left them on the floor nearby.

“Hogties work better with just rope.” She commented.

As I’d suspected, she took the slack from my foot bindings and ran it past my wrists three or four times before pulling it tight and knotting it off.

“You’re not going anywhere.” She said.

I tried shifting from side to side and pulling lightly on my bonds, and she was right. I wasn’t going anywhere. I guess I should count myself lucky that I’m a fairly flexible guy, the hogtie was very strict.

“Now, our next order of business!”

Oh no. I’d almost forgotten. Rachel disappeared from my limited field of vision and bounded up the stairs. She’d saved her worst torment for last. Moments later she returned, holding the Twilight DVD box under her arm. I pleaded with my eyes, not this! Anything but this!... Ok, maybe I’m being a little bit dramatic, but I really do hate this series. Remember when vampires were SCARY and not SPARKALY?

Despite my muffled protests she wore a smirk as she marched to the TV and turned it on. Seconds later, the DVD was running and my fate was sealed. As the advertisements played she walked over to the light switch and turned them off, and returned to the couch. Though something still wasn’t quite right. She looked down to me, still lying on my stomach the way I’d been tied. She smirked again and bent down towards me. She took the hogtying rope between my wrists and ankles and yanked me onto my side, facing the TV and put her feet up on my stomach.

“My own personal footrest!” She exclaimed.

I voiced a grumbled protest, not only was she using ME as a footrest, but there was a real one built into the couch exactly where she was sitting. Talk about piling insult on top of injury.

The movie started, but naturally I paid it no attention, I couldn’t really see the screen without craning my neck anyway. I didn’t make any attempt to struggle or wriggle away. To be fair it wasn’t even all that unpleasant, if I didn’t try to fight or struggle with ropes I didn’t feel any numbness or discomfort in my predicament. And so I just stayed there, Rachel’s footrest, lying back and enjoying life.

She showed very little interest in me as we sat there. Aside from shaking me with her feet every now and again to make sure I was still awake. Which, much of the time, I wasn’t.

After about an hour it occurred to me that I should really be more upset with my situation than I was. There was a time when washing or caring for a person’s feet was considered the ultimate act of submission. Even to the point where it was used metaphorically by Jesus Christ to teach his disciples about servitude. Or alternatively, there was no greater humiliation than to kiss someone else’s feet. Not that I had any plans to kiss Rachel’s feet. But, being used as a footrest, could be construed as an act of extreme degradation. Somehow I knew that wasn’t the way Rachel viewed the situation, but it made interesting food for thought as I lay there with nothing else to do.

About ten minutes passed, I’d almost dozed off again. Suddenly, the pause symbol came on the screen and Rachel stood up.

“I’ll be right back.” She said, and left.

She vanished up the stairs into the kitchen, and I lost sight of her. A few minutes passed. Eventually, I heard the popcorn pumper come to life and hold its monotonous drone, as the seeds within were blasted with heat until they exploded into the crunchy snack we all adore.

Once the popcorn was made, she came back downstairs with the bowl in her arms.

“I made popcorn!” She announced.

I was excited.

“Do you want some?” She asked.

I nodded vigorously.

She took a finger full and moved it towards my face.

“Well… Open your mouth!”

I grunted through the tape.

“Come on! I can’t give you popcorn unless you open your mouth!”

She pushed some of the delicious smelling kernels onto the tape and dropped them on the floor.

“Ok I guess you don’t want any!”

She sat back down on the couch and put her feet back up on the side of my chest where they’d been for the last hour. Leaving me to sit and smell the tantalizing scent of popcorn.

The rest of the movie passed uneventfully. After a while she forgot about keeping me awake and I was able to take a little nap. I opened my eyes just as the credits started to role.

“Wasn’t that great?” Rachel asked.

I shook my head in ardent disagreement… Not that I really watched it though.

I stretched out my fingers and shifted from side to side to try and work out the kinks that had formed while I’d been lying. Rachel noticed this, and decided to be merciful, leaning down and releasing the rope holding my hands and feet. Though I continued to shuffle.

“What you want to stretch your legs or something?” She demanded sarcastically.

I nodded virulently.

Once again she decided to be merciful and released my foot and knee bindings. Gratefully I stood up and started to walk, joyfully stretching out my legs.

Once I’d paced my way to the other side of the basement, she noticed the pair of scissors she’d brought with her were still lying on the floor. Deciding to take further mercy on me, she picked them up and cut the ring of tape around my head, painfully restoring my power of speech.

“Gah! That hurts!” I exclaimed.
“Quit your whining or I’ll tape it right back on again!”
“Yeah, yeah… I hope your enjoying yourself.”
“Oh I am, I am.” She chuckled.

I smirked.

“I think you’ve got a bit of sadistic streak to you.” I mentioned.

She thought about it.

“Maybe. But then again, don’t we all?”
“Uh, no… What do you mean exactly?”
“Well, why do you think people like watching celebrities crash and burn in their careers? Or watch movies where lot’s of people get blown to smithereens?”
“Or the ancient Romans who watched gladiators have at each other in the coliseum?”
“Yeah. Exactly. It’s all that little sadistic streak.”
“Though it’s not so little with some people.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“I hope for my sake your not one of those people.”

She laughed.

“So could the sadist do me a favor?” I asked.
“Maybe.”
“I have a case of beer in the fridge, do you think you could grab me one.”
“Give you beer? If I’m such a sadist how could I give you a beer?”
“Well… you’re a nice sadist.”
“Alright.”


She dashed off upstairs as I waited, pacing back and forth. She returned with a glorious looking bottle of beer in her hand. I started smacking my lips, I had only just realized how thirsty I was. It got even worse as she opened the bottle. Finally, she graciously put the bottle to my lips and tilted it upwards, letting me drink the beautiful elixir.

“Man that’s good.” I remarked.
“Yeah…” She replied quietly.
“Can I have a bit more?”

She obliged and I drank a bit more. Finished, she pulled the bottle away from me and held it in her hands. Staring at it. Slowly she raised it to her own lips.

“Wait… Your not a beer drinker.” I mentioned, citing the number of times she’d told me how she never drank it.
“Well, there has to be a first time for everything I suppose.”

Just like that, and to my astonishment she took the bottle and chugged the whole damn thing. I was surprised, astounded.

“I could get used to this stuff.” She said.
“I’m impressed.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“What?”
“Never mind.”

I was taken aback, she was starting to act erratically again.

“Ok I think you’ve enjoyed your freedom long enough.” She declared.
“And I was just starting to enjoy it.”
“Yeah well, I’m a sadist.”

She retrieved one of the ropes lying on the floor and tied one end to my left ankle, and proceeded to tie my ankles together, tightly. That done, she turned away and vanished up the stairs, returning a moment later with a kitchen chair.

“Oh, great.” I muttered.

She set the chair down on the open expanse of carpet in the middle of the room, and motioned for me to come over. I simply shrugged, how did she expect me to come over there with my legs tied? Seeing this she marched over, took me by the shoulder and half led, half dragged me over to the chair as I desperately hopped to try and stay upright.

“There.” She said as she sat me down.

She walked over to the couch and retrieved the supplies strewn on the floor and re-piled them in front of the chair. First order of business: my hands. To this end, she pulled the handcuffs out of her pocket and walked behind me, and began untying the rope around my wrists, when she was finished she wasted no time in pulling them through spaces in the back of the chair and cuffing them together. Next she took the shortest rope and dropped to the ground. She ran the rope between my ankles and the bottom cross member of the chair and pulled it completely tight, lifting my feet off the floor. With that I was stuck and the rest was superfluous, though she did tie my knees and waist just for good measure.

When she was finished she stood back and admired her handiwork, a self-satisfied smirk plastered all over face. Her beautiful face.

Wow she really was pretty wasn’t she? This entire night I’d only thought of her as a friend. My own feelings hadn’t re-surfaced, but now that I was at her mercy she became more appealing by the second. But… something about it didn’t quite feel right.

“So, what now Rachel?” I asked.
“Huh?”
“I’m yours. What you gonna do with me?”

Only when my words had left my mouth did I stop to think about what I was asking. Rachel had been completely unpredictable that night. I knew she wanted to dominate someone and not me specifically. But even though I knew her well, I had no idea what she was going to do next. Under normal circumstances I was good at predicting people’s behavior. But tonight I was in the dark. And I didn’t like it.

“Good question.” She replied.

She stared right into my eyes, and I stared right back. What was she thinking?

Without warning, she rushed up and kissed me... Which… I really didn’t expect. She held on for a few seconds and backed off.

“Uhh” I stammered. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“Neither did I.” She replied.

An awkward silence ensued.

“This is nuts.” She said.
“Well… Not that nuts.” I replied.

The smile returned to her face. She came back in for another one. The surprise over, I decided to just enjoy myself this time. And needless to say, I did. In those few seconds I felt perfect contentment, the stars were aligned and the world didn’t exist.

“That was great.” I said, as she pulled away.
“Yeah.” She replied.
“What was that for?”
“I have no idea.”
“Well… I’m sure you’ve had worse ones.”
“Yeah, probably… Anyway, now that we’ve made out…” Time for me to shut you up again.
“What!?!”

Just like that she grabbed the role of tape from the floor, ripped off a piece and stuck it over my lips. Following it up by four or five more pieces. I wasn’t too happy, I wanted to make out some more. Oh well.

It didn’t stay on for long. She got up and helped herself to another beer. But was back before too long and sat down on my lap. Didn’t say anything, just kind of sat there.

I mmmmphed.

“What?”

I mmmmphed again.

“Ok, ok, fine.” She pulled the tape off.

I took a few deep breaths, getting over the pain of having tape ripped off my face. Though I was starting to get used to it by this point. It probably helped that I was so distracted.

“I don’t really want to be a re-bound guy.” I said.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“You kissing me just now? I think we all know your just re-bounding from Troy.”

She didn’t say anything.

“I don’t think you really meant it.” I said.
“No. I don’t know why I did it, not that it wasn’t fun.”
“Totally. That’s ok, I don’t mind. I just don’t want you to be under the impression I’m expecting anything out of this.”
“Oh well, I still enjoyed it.”

I was beaming.

“Yeah. So did I.” I replied.

Not long after she released me from the chair, leaving my ankles tied and my hands cuffed in front of me. We went over to the couch and she lay down beside me, and she fell asleep in my cuffed arms. I was content with that. Years previous it wouldn’t have mattered to me that I was just a rebound. But it wouldn’t have been right to take advantage of the situation like that, it wouldn’t have been real… And that was ok. At least for right then, she was in my arms.



More to come.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby milagros317 » Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:37 am

Wonderful continuation! :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Sun Sep 26, 2010 9:31 pm

Here's the next part, now from Rachel's perspective.




As I drove my mind was full of misgivings, not helped by the rain by that pounded against the windshield with gale force fury. You might say I was in a bit of slump at that point, mostly pertaining to my sudden lack of a boyfriend. Probably what bothered me more than anything else was I couldn’t figure out exactly what I was feeling. Was I angry, depressed, confused? I didn’t know. The probability is that all three were true I suppose.

A CD of some musical I had never heard of was playing as I drove. And just my luck! The first line of the opening song was:

I thought my life was over and I had lost my lover. I thought my life was permanently out of order. I thought everything was over, because my world lay on the wrong side of some arbitrary border.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!?” I demanded to the empty air.

By the time the singers reached the chorus I’d had enough and switched them off mid sentence.

I was looking at the ceiling, I was looking at the……

I tried to reel my mind back in and focus on making it through the evening, an evening that promised to be exceptionally complicated. I was on my way to visit my friend Jake. And I had something of a plan.

In the past few years Jake had become like my big brother, always there for me when I needed someone to talk to. Had an uncanny knack for making sense of things, with that articulate simplicity than only a guy could conjure. With all the men that came in and out of my life, he was definitely the most constant. I’d suspected at one point that he liked me, but I didn’t really think so. Especially not at this point.

My plot for the evening was actually quite simple. I was going to take that guy and I was going to tie him up. And I knew for a fact he wouldn’t object. Why? Well, he in a way introduced me to the world of bondage. All because of one off handed comment I made one night over facebook chat.


Jake: have you seen conan the musical?
Rachel: ?
Jake: You know that Movie conan the barbarian right?
Rachel: Yeah
Jake: Well some guy had too much time on his hands and he made a musical version.
Rachel: Huh?
Jake: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBGOQ7SsJrw
Rachel: This is nuts.
Jake: Isn’t it amazing?!?
Rachel: I don’t know if that’s how I would describe it…
Jake: oh cmon. Hear the Lamentations of the Women!
Rachel: I was a little distracted by that random chick chained to a slab
Jake: but it’s funny! That part is awesome.
Rachel: So girls chained up that’s what does it for ya?
Jake: lol
Rachel: I’ll take that as a no.
Jake: Yeah, take that as a no

And for no real reason I threw in the next comment:

Rachel: Yeah then how do you explain those handcuffs under your bed?
Rachel: lol

An awkward pause.

Jake: How do you know about those?

I was completely blindsided.

Rachel: i didn’t
Rachel: now I do I guess
Jake: Great… Well….
Rachel: Don’t worry dude. It’s ok.
Jake: Your lying, you think I’m a freak don’t you?
Rachel: No, I don’t.
Jake: You sure about that?
Rachel: Yeah. I’m sure.
Rachel: Actually, to be honest I find the idea kind of intriguing.
Jake: Are you seirous? or are you just trying to make me feel better?
Rachel: No really.
Jake: Ok.

Since it was already past midnight, we didn’t have enough time to stay up and talk about it as I would’ve liked. He had enough time to explain the extent and history of his fantasies on the subject, and I threw in a couple of questions of my own. But before long fatigue took over me and I called it a night. Though I was surprised about one thing: as we talked I’d expected him to ask if I would come over and tie him up, or vice versa. But he seemed to avoid the issue, at least until we were about to part company:

Jake: Now, I’m sure you’ve been waiting for me to ask you to help me out with this. But I don’t think I will.
Rachel: Ok. Why not?
Jake: I don’t think Troy would be ok with it. And I would prefer he didn’t know.
Rachel: Well it’s not such a big deal, it’s not like I’d be cheating on him or anything.
Jake: yeah but, this kind of thing has certain… connotations.
Rachel: I guess
Jake: It would just make things awkward, I don’t want to put you in that position.
Rachel: Ok. Thanks.
Jake: It’s my job.
Rachel: Anyway, i’m going to bed.
Jake: Ok g’night.
Rachel: Oh, and I’m assuming that everything we talked abou tstays between us right?
Jake: Yeah definitely.
Rachel: ok. Sweet dreams.


And that was that. Months had passed since that night, and neither of us had brought up the issue again. I did on the other hand bring it up with Troy…

Suddenly I snapped out of my reminiscing. I was making the left turn up Jake’s street. I calmly drove up his driveway and parked right in front of the side door. I’d seen him sitting in his living room and I knew he would be coming to get the door for me. Though unfortunately, I was still in the same foul mood I’d been in for the last week. I was a lot less courteous than I should’ve been.

I gave him a hug as I entered and hung up my coat and shoes. Strangely, even though I was usually happy to see him, today I was almost too absorbed in my own thoughts to take any notice of him, or what he was saying. I offhandedly responded to his questions about how I was doing without really thinking about what I was saying. It did steal my attention when I noticed a bottle of some unknown liquor on the table. I’m not a drinker, and embarrassingly light weighted. Oh well, he didn’t push the issue.

Soon I heard those blessed words:

“Ok, so by the look on your face, I’m guessing you want to cut the crap huh?”

Finally! Some conversation actually pertaining to what I’m thinking about. I launched into one of my life’s more impressive rants about Troy and the way things came to a close. Some would call it verbal diarrhea… Which wouldn’t be an inaccurate description. I droned on and on, and I must say: I was impressed with the selfless stoicism with which Jake listened to my ranting. Saying nothing, yet managing to at least look interested the whole time.

Once I was finished, I stopped to breathe. My vain attempt at diffusing the situation by pretending to pant, looked like it had fallen on deaf ears.

“I see.” He ventured. “Though you didn’t mention that issue you didn’t want to tell me about.”
“No.” I replied.
Oh man! I’d completely forgotten! I had to stall.

“Well?” He inquired.
“Do you mind if we talk about that later, after I’ve calmed down a bit?” I stammered.
“Alright, of course.”

Whew. Alright, now. At this point I had to put my plan into action. Sort of like pulling the rip chord in a drop zone ride… If you don’t pull the chord when they count down you won’t pull it at all. Before I even really knew what I was saying…

“Oh! Before I forget…”
“Forget what?” He replied, a little bewildered.
“Do you mind if I take a look at your handcuffs?”
“Ok… sure. I can put you in them if you want.”

Put ME in them? I almost chuckled. If only you knew brother… if only you knew.

“Nah, not today.”

Without another word he turned around and dashed upstairs to collect them. Quickly I searched the room and found the remote for the TV on the far wall and clicked it on. It brought up Olympic skiing. Good enough for my intents and purposes. I sat and watched until Jake returned with his handcuffs and set them down on the table. Biding my time as to not seem too eager, I stood up and walked over to the table as he poured himself another of… whatever that cinnamony stuff was…

I’d never held real handcuffs before. They were heavier than I expected them to be. I innocently flipped the rings around both with and without the keys. I had to make sure I knew exactly how to use them. By the time I looked back over to him Jake had become totally transfixed. This was my chance. Now or never.

As quietly as I could, I took the open cuffs in hand and stood up. My socked feet and light stature made me almost silent as I slinked around behind him and set my sights on his draping hands. Here we go.

I grabbed his right wrist, immediately immobilizing his primary arm and then pulled his left wrist into the other cuff before he had a chance to react. It worked. I took him by surprise, and now I was in total control of the situation.

I moved around, and looked with glee at the flabbergasted look on his face.

“What? What? What?!” He yelled

I just smirked.
“Its pretty obvious isn’t it? I handcuffed you.” I replied,
“Yeah I figured as much, but why?”
“Because it’s fun.”

He stopped to consider the situation.

“This was your plan on along wasn’t it?” I asked.
“Oh c’mon, don’t act like you don’t like it!”
“Well maybe so, but still…”
“Ahhh quit your whining. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

With that I picked up the keys from the table and headed back out to my car. I was a little surprised at myself. I was controlling the situation, I was dominating. And already the buzz felt really good. I almost felt butterflies in my stomach as I reached into my back seat and retrieved my bag of supplies that I’d put together after Troy and I started to experiment with bondage.

I walked back into the house, past the still bemused Jake and down into the basement. It’d been a while since I’d been in that house and it took me a minute to orient myself. But if I turned left and walked around at some point I should run into… Ahh there it was! His bowflex.

I set down my bag and emptied the supplies onto the floor. Though I couldn’t help but chuckle. The metal structure standing before me, with its outstretched metal arms, pulleys and hooks, resembled some kind of grisly medieval torture device. It wasn’t hard to imagine someone being stretched or enduring some other kind of unspeakable torture upon it. And I was about to tie a friend to it… Probably best not to think about it.

That done, I returned to the upper floor to retrieve my captive, who looked as stupefied as when I’d left him up there. After I dictated that I was going to take him downstairs, he offered no resistance as I released him from the chair and re-cuffed his hands. Which was a relief. At this point if he physically tried to stop me there would be nothing I could do to stop him.

I led him down the stairs until he came to an abrupt halt.

“Wait, stop.” He said, turning around.

I didn’t say anything.

“What’s going on Rachel? This isn’t like you at all. Stop and think about this for a second.”

I was struck by just how right he was. This wasn’t like me at all. Not a side of me that he’d ever seen anyway. But I was enjoying this too much to stop now.

“Oh shut up Jake, before I tape your mouth shut.”

I pushed him along and he didn’t say anything else. Quickly I led him over to the bowflex and sat him down on its bench. Once again I had to un-cuff his left wrist. And once again he didn’t resist as I pulled it behind the center bar of the machine. In a way I think the restraints on him weren’t just physical but mental. I’d asserted my authority on the staircase, and having accepted this he offered no resistance as I imposed my will on him.

“Alrighty then.” I said. “First things first.”

I used a trick I’d learnt from Troy. Sensory deprivation always makes the experience more electrifying, for both parties. And so, I first took out a long black cloth that I’d cut directly off a roll and blindfolded him.

From there I could start tying. It seemed obvious that I’d have to tie his legs separately. But the only thing to attach them to was the bars that ran above the bass plate of the machine. His legs would be able to swing around but… whatever.

Once his legs were secured I took another piece of rope and went to wrap it around his waist. I couldn’t help but notice his face awkwardly turning red, I guess he wasn’t prepared for how exposed he would be. And the small bulge growing in his jeans made his excitement fairly obvious

I wrapped one of the longer ropes around his waist, going around four times before I tied it off with a square knot on his stomach.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you this quiet before.” I remarked, a little surprised as Jake was almost always talking.
“Yeah, well... I don’t think you’ve ever tied me up before.”
“Well, there has to be a first time for everything doesn’t there?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”

Without saying anymore I took the longest rope and looped it down his upper torso, cementing the rest of him to the machine. And, to add the icing on the cake, I picked up my role of black duct tape from the floor and ripped some off the role. Pushing his head down I stuck one piece onto his lips and pulled the tape around his head several times, which gave me a slight sense of vindication. Given Jake’s propensity to talk, this wasn’t the first time I’d wanted to gag him.

I stepped back. Quite thoroughly impressed with myself. He was totally helpless. I could do anything to him now and there wouldn’t be anything he could do to stop me. He was mine. All mine.

And now that he was mine… What do I actually do with him?

The truth of the matter was I was so used to being on the receiving end of the rope that I didn’t actually know what to do in a dominant situation, much as I was enjoying it. I decided to take the most obvious course of action and retreat. Leaving him to fill in the gaps of what I was planning in his own mind… And doubtless what he would come up with would be far worse than anything I could dream up.

Before I left though, I decided to inspire a bit more fear. And let slip: “Oh, I should probably mention that my parents think I’m staying at Cassia’s tonight. So I won’t have to be leaving any time soon.”

Even though I couldn’t see his eyes, which really took away any recognition of his facial response, I could tell he was a little rattled. Just as well. I turned around and took my leave.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a little while.”

With that I went back to the kitchen and sat down. I picked up the bottle that lay on the table… “Goldschlagger”. For no real reason I decided I liked this stuff, and poured myself a small glass. I sipped on it slowly as my mind started to wander. Before long I found myself drifting on the waves of my own thoughts, still swaying with anxiety. Before long the current pulled me back to where I had left off in the car, Troy’s basement, on a rainy spring night, much like this one.



By that point Troy and I had reached the point that I could lounge around his place, or he at mine, and feel totally at home there. And on this particular night neither his parents nor his little sister were at home to violate our privacy. And for some reason I was feeling a little bit restless.

I was sitting on the carpeted floor next to the gas fireplace, reading a magazine while Troy (ever the busy engineering student) finished up some kind of report, I didn’t really know what it was. He’d mentioned that he was going to be working on it before I came, and I wasn’t at all adverse to leaving him alone to finish his work, but for some reason I wanted to bother him. As quietly as I could I stood from my spot on the floor, snuck up behind the chair and launched a full on tickling assault on his ribs. Troy was very ticklish. Something I loved to exploit, though it was difficult since he was stronger than me.

Between the fits of incomprehensible giggling he managed to yell “Hey! Stop that!” I took as much time as he could before he finally grabbed both of my hands and pulled them off, my fingers still clawing as he did.

He just sighed and shook his finger at me jokingly before returning to work. A few seconds later, I attacked again. And his response was much quicker, pulling my hands away before they really had a chance to make him laugh.

“Oh temptress! Why do you distract me thus?” He said, pseudo-poetically.
“Because you’re being responsible and trying to work and I’m trying to make you irresponsible and be with me!” I replied.
“But I have to get this done tonight!”
“Well… I’m going to keep bugging you then.”
“Maybe I should just tie you up, that’d work.”

I was taken aback. My mind was drawn to the conversation I’d had with Jake around a month earlier. The idea was intriguing, exotic… exciting.

“Maybe you should.” I said quietly.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He looked me strait in the eye, I confirmed with my eyes and a slight smirk. Without another word he stood from his seat at the computer. I simply waited, both excited and nervous. Did he think I was nuts? Who likes being tied up? I had to remind myself that the answer was: Lot’s of people. More than I expected.

Troy came back in bearing one long coil of hemp rope that his Dad kept in their garage. He also had a pair of scissors in his hand, which he put down on the coffee table and motioned for me to sit down on one of the two white leather couches near the fire place. I obeyed.

“Hands.” He said.

I reached my hands out in front of me.

“Wrong way. There supposed to be behind your back.”
“Oh.

Like the compliant girl I am (At least most of the time), I put my hands behind my back and let Troy do his thing. It was a strange sensation feeling rope snaking around my wrists and tightening. Though considering it was my first time being tied up I found out it wasn’t pulled tight at all. Though it felt plenty restrictive at the time.

After he’d rudimentarily tied my hands behind my back and cut the rope off the coil, he pulled my feet off the floor and set them down on the couch. He took some more rope and bound them together. I watched in fascination as he pulled the rope horizontally across my ankles like you’d expect but then tightened it by looping the rope vertically between my legs. Amazing.

I couldn’t help but notice that he spent a lot more time tying and ogling my feet than he really needed to. I would find out later just how much he loved my feet. Not that I minded, a harmless fascination really. And I think I do have very pretty feet… Uhm, anyway…

There I was. Tied up for the first time. And I loved it.

“Ok darlin. Now you won’t be bugging me.” He said, walking over and kissing my forehead.

He ran his fingers through my hair a few times as he so often did, and then turned back to his paper. I on the other hand, thought of nothing but escape. Even though I was thoroughly enjoying the buzz of being restrained, I knew if I could escape he would probably just tie me right back up again. Besides, I had a feeling he was better at this than he was letting me believe. And to make a long story short, after a about ten to twenty minutes of work I managed to pry my hands out of their rope imprisonment, and silently untied my ankles. Without wasting any time I crept over to Troy and tickled him again. And needless to say he was surprised.

“How… How did you…?” He stammered.
“Well evidently you didn’t do a very good job.” I teased.
“Yeah but…”
“Come on Troy, be a man! You can do better than that!”

He stood up.

“Ok!” He said resolutely.

He escorted me back over to the couch and I sat down on it again. He pulled my hands behind my back and tied them again, only this time, taking more care with the knots and making it much tighter.

“Now please lie down on your stomach.” He asked politely.
“Why?” I asked.
“You’ll see”

Once again I was compliant and laid down on my stomach as he had asked. Once again he bound my feet. Then much to my confusion he cut off another piece of rope and pulled my feet up into the air. It suddenly became clear as he took the third piece of rope and used it to join my feet and hands.

“This is called a hogtie.” He explained.

I just nodded. This was novel… Now I REALLY wasn’t going anywhere. I started to twist and struggle. Violently trying to pull my feet and hands apart. But they refused to budge.

I hardly noticed that Troy had gotten up and ran upstairs, nor did I pay much more attention when he came back down the stairs again with something in his hand, though I didn’t know what it was… However, I found out a few seconds later as he pulled the long length of cloth between my teeth.

I mmphed in protest, but he ignored me as he tied it off behind my head. Taking care not to pull on any of my hairs.

“Try this one out for size.” He teased me.

I shot him a fake death glare, but it only made him laugh. Before returning to work he spent a bit of time tickling my vulnerable upturned feet. Unfortunately I hadn’t really considered that I’m more ticklish than he was. To shorten the story once again, I didn’t escape from this one, much as I tried. But it wasn’t long before Troy finished his report and printed it off. Then he could turn all his attention back to me. I’ll spare the details of what happened next, though suffice it to say, it was a night of a lot of firsts.

Suddenly, as my daydream became more and more pleasant, the nagging thought that I wasn’t with Troy anymore pulled me back to reality. I put my now empty glass back down on the table and stood up again. I walked by the nearby grandfather clock to check the time…

“Oh shit!” I hissed. More than an hour had slipped by.

Being sure to make my presence heard I went back through the basement door and around the corner to find my prisoner just the way I had left him, tied helplessly to that monstrous contraption. I saw his head rise from where it had been sleeping awkwardly. Time to explain things.

“Ok, so I’ve thought about it for a while.” I announced.
“Hmmmmmmph” He replied.
“Do you want to know why I broke with Troy? I mean, why I really broke up with Troy?”



More to come. Please leave a comment.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Wed Sep 29, 2010 9:42 pm

If anybody is still interested, here's the final part.







He hastened to a posture of attention, even though he was tied sitting up I could see he was paying keen attention.

I dragged a chair over from the nearby table and sat down. As quiet and controlled as I could make myself I started to explain:

“So.” I began. “Troy was a really nice guy, he was kind of like you in a lot of ways, he took very good care of me. And I was serious that a big reason why I broke up with him was because he wasn’t a Christian and I couldn’t share so much of myself with someone who didn’t share my worldview. But as you guessed, there was more to it than that…



As I walked down the side walk voices rang in my head. Voices of people that I trusted… All who said much the same thing:

“Why do you stay with him?”
“He doesn’t respect you.”

But what did they know? I knew Troy down to his deepest levels and he couldn’t think of me that way. That was something my friends didn’t know. And he loved me. That was worth the risk in and of itself…. Or at least I thought. I should have realized that my vindictive rationalizations were themselves a sign that something was definitely wrong. But I didn’t.

I continued down the sidewalk until I reached his house and walked around to the back door, as was my custom. I knocked on the door and he reached it a minute later.

“Hey there beautiful!” He greeted me, as he so often did.
“Hi.” I replied, flatly.

I entered the house and kissed him half heartedly. Before long we were lounging around in his basement as we so often did, sitting on one of the couches watching TV. Troy flipped through channels arbitrarily. There was nothing on. Of course not, it was a Saturday. There’s never any good TV on Saturday. Though we did flip past an episode of 24, which looked like the first season. As he went up and down the channels he passed the episode again and we caught a glimpse of Elisha Cuthbert bound in duct tape.

Probably in an effort to amend the boredom of that afternoon, he turned to me and said “Hey, that gives me an idea!”

I turned back. My nagging suspicions spoke for me:

“What that I should tie you up?”

He laughed the idea off. I was unimpressed.

“So should I get the rope?” He asked.
“Ok.”
“You sound kinda… not too keen…”
“No it’s ok, go ahead.”

He didn’t need anymore permission than that and he was off like a shot to the garage. I simply sat where I was. He returned with his bag of tricks not long after, but disappeared back up into the kitchen. A moment later he carried a strait backed kitchen chair with him.

“I thought we’d try a chair today.” He announced.

I muttered an okay under my breath, I don’t know if he heard me or not. Not that it would have made any difference anyway. Once he got the idea in his head that I was going to be tied up, I was going to be tied up. And dutifully I moved over to the chair and sat down on it while he gathered everything he was going to need. A few moments later I felt the now familiar sensation of rope coiling around my wrists and being pulled tight.

Once my hands were tied he used another, shorter rope and pulled my elbows together, forcing my chest out. I was flexible enough to endure this almost indefinitely, though today it started to get on my nerves. Though once again, I didn’t say anything.

He bound my ankles together and connected them to bottom cross member of the chair with the slack, and just for good measure he bound my knees together. I was somewhat surprised that he didn’t tie me further. Oh well. Not that it mattered to me, I wasn’t going anywhere either way.

Looking up from his work, he moved forward and kissed me again. Somehow I knew what was going to happen next. Once he’d had his kiss he pulled a blue silk scarf through my mouth to cleave gag me. Cleave gags were always his favorite, and he took delight in kissing me and putting them in as soon as he was finished. And today was no different. As he tied it he threw out some kind of remark about “That’s enough out of you” or something like that. Retaining his customary joviality in these situations.

Once again he dropped to the ground and started tickling my feet. Which as usual caused me to squirm and giggle. Though my laughter was deceptive, I wasn’t in a laughing mood at all. Quite the opposite.

Once he was finished tickling and adoring my feet, he stood up and walked back to the couch again and turned on the TV. The nagging questions in my head were still bothering me. My mind demanded answers. And finally I succumbed to my own protestation.

I started mmmphing deliberately. Sometimes I would make mmmphing sounds to play into my damsel in distress fantasies. Though there was a distinct tone to my mmmmphs when I wanted to say something. He noticed it, and dutifully came over and pulled the gag down.

“What?” He asked.
“Why won’t you ever let me tie you?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”

He stopped to think about it.

“Well… I like it better this way… It’s… supposed to be this way.”
“Why? What way?”

He stammered.

“I can’t tie you because I’m a girl is that it?” I demanded.
“Well… No…” He said.
“Is it that you don’t trust me?”
“No! No! It’s not that! I… I just wouldn’t feel comfortable with it ok?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s supposed to be this way.”

I was perplexed, what the hell was he talking about?

“Supposed to be this way what? What are you talking about?” I raised my voice almost to a yell.
“Well… I’m the guy. It’s my job to take care of you and, and, be in control you know?
“What?!”
“Look Rachel… I realized soon as we met that you needed a little guidance.” He put his hand on my cheek affectionately. “Someone to look after you, you know?

I shook my head to get his hand off.

“Wait, wait, so you think I need you?”
“Well… Yeah.”

Oh my God. They were right.

“Let me off this thing right now.” I demanded.

Hearing the seriousness in my voice he didn’t hesitate and before long I was free. Without saying a word I gathered my things from the basement and stormed upstairs with Troy in my wake. I wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying, something along the lines of “Come on! Be reasonable!” Or something like that. But I was in no mood to listen. I stormed out the front door, and he didn’t chase me further than that.



I finished my story and came back to earth. It was annoying that couldn’t really see Jake’s reaction to what I’d just said. Nervously I waited for some kind of reaction. Finally, he started nodding.

“Does that make any sense to you?”

He nodded again, I was overcome with relief, maybe I wasn’t being so unreasonable after all.

“Good. I wasn’t sure if you’d understand or not. Though there is one problem: Troy still talks to me all the time, and always begs me to take him back. I mean, sometimes I feel like such a bitch ignoring him like that.”

He started furiously shaking his head. Once again agreeing with me. And from his furious mmmphing it became apparent that he wanted to comment. After asking him he nodded to confirm this and I hastened to take off the tape. Though only as I was trying to take it off did I realize just how well adhered it was…. Poor feller, that must’ve burned to take off.

After taking a second to catch his breath he started to console me. Once again I was impressed by his conviction, he seemed angrier at Troy than I was. And he actually did a fairly good job of getting me to feel better about the situation… Though I must admit, what felt better than anything was when he said I was beautiful. Within a minute I gave him a hug and stood back. I had come to that house angry and full of regrets. And for the first time since the break up I was feeling truly happy. I guess there is a reason I put up with this guy after all.

“I’m sorry, I tied you up without asking by the way.” I apologized quietly.
“Oh that’s alright. I was just kind of shocked at your audacity.”
“Yeah, you were right, it’s not like me at all.”
“No, oh well. I’m glad I could help.”

As I stood there enjoying this beautiful moment, I saw an expectant look on Jake’s face, as though he was expecting me to release him. Which I had no intention of doing. There, apparently, was a miscommunication here.

“What, you don’t think I’m going to untie you, do ya?” I said.
“Uhm, I sorta thought you would.” He replied meekly.
“Oh no, I’m still going to have some fun with you.”

I smirked as I saw fear grip his composure once again.

“Like what?” He asked, timidly.
“Well, I happened to bring a DVD that I thought we could watch together…”
“Which is?”
“Twilight.”

His fear was followed by revulsion.

“You are cruel! You are a very cruel person!”

I just smirked.

“I do have to go to the washroom though.” He said

Feeling charitable I agreed and started releasing him from his bindings, which took a while considering I had to reach back and forth around that monstrous metal contraption. But it was enough time to talk to Jake a little bit and ensure that he wasn’t angry with me. I had bound him without asking… taken him completely by surprise. If I didn’t know him he could press charges against me for assault and wrongful imprisonment. Fortunately I knew he would never do that. And as we talked he was in good humor about the whole thing.

Once I had finally removed all his bindings and switched the handcuffs around again, he stood up and paused to stretch his legs, before heading over to the other side of the basement and the bathroom, once we were over there I cuffed his hands in front of him and sent him on his way. He was a little less than impressed. But what did it matter!? I was still dominant!

I leaned against the wall as I waited for him, though it struck me as strange that he was taking so long. And making so little noise. A couple of minutes after he went in he re-emerged, and much to my horror, his arms were free and the cuff hanging off his right wrist was empty.


“How did you get out of those!?” I demanded.
“Magic.” He replied coolly, a wide grin plastered on his mug.

I slowly started stepping backwards, getting ready to run. If he was going to take his revenge on me I was at least going to make it as difficult as I could.

“Don’t panic.” He said.

What’s that supposed to mean? I kept stepping back, readying myself for the coming assault.

“I understand how much this means to you. And… Tonight is about you, and what you want. So if this is it…”

Much to my amazement he turned around and placed his hands behind his back again. Slowly I walked forward and put his right wrist back into the cuff, placing him back under my control again. Out of gratitude I massaged his shoulders for a minute, which he seemed to like. Though more than that, he’d finally made clear that he understood how I was feeling.

“Thanks.” I said finally, and with total sincerity.

He smiled.

““Now I’ll just have to make sure you can’t escape again!” I said with just as much sincerity.
“Do your worst!”

Ok. I will. I ushered him forward into the open space between the TV and lazy boy couches and considered my options. I could run and get a chair, and do a chair tie. But, nah that was too much work. I couldn’t really tie him securely and have him sit up on the couch.... What about… Yes! A Hogtie! That’ll work.

Considering how much both he and I were enjoying ourselves, I trusted him not to make any other attempt to escape as I left him to retrieve my supplies that lay strewn on the floor by the bowflex. With those collected a ran back and threw them right back on the floor again.

“Now, how shall I go about doing this?” I asked
“I’d tell you, but that would be kind of against the point.” He replied.
“Yes it would, now shut up.”
“Oh c’mon, you know me, I’m incapable of shutting up.”
“You’re right!”

Without any hesitation I took the duct tape off the floor again and gagged him much the same way I had done earlier. And I felt completely justified in doing so! He was asking for it!... Anyway, now that he was effectively silenced I continued my work and ushered him down to the carpeted floor. I bound his ankles together, being sure not to tighten it too drastically, and left some slack off the knot. His knees were next, being tied identically to his ankels. Next I tied a rope above the handcuffs on his wrists and unlocked them once the rope was tight. And I joined the two together. While initially I wasn’t sure how tight I could pull the hogtie, I was amazed how far I got before I received any grunts in protest. His fingers were almost brushing the soles of his feet. I decided not to tighten it past that point and knotted it off.

“You’re not going anywhere.” I declared to him, which he immediately had to challenge, wriggling and struggling. He didn’t get anywhere.

“Now, our next order of business.” I took off to the other side of the basement again, to prepare my most insidious and cruel torture of the night. I knew he hated Twilight, I had been on the receiving end of many rants about how horrible it was. Sexist he said! The antithesis of anything good on this planet he said! And now I was making him watch it! Gleefully I loaded the DVD into the player, switched on the TV, turned off the lights and sat down on the catch. Fully planning on enjoying my movie.

As the credits began to roll I reached down to the lever that worked the footrest on the couch, until it struck me that I wouldn’t be able to raise it, since my prisoner was lying on the ground in front of it… Another cruel thought crept to mind. If he was already sitting there, why don’t I just use him?

I reached down and laid him sideways on the floor and put my feet up on chest. It was surprisingly comfortable. Comfortable enough for me to sit back and enjoy my movie. Though I didn’t end up paying that much attention to it. My mind wandered back and forth as it had done some many times that night. And every now and again I would look down at Jake on the floor, who lay on the floor motionless. I didn’t know if he was sleeping or if he wasn’t moving just for the sake of my feet… Whatever the reason, he actually looked really cute like that.

About half way through the movie I put it on pause and went upstairs to make myself a bowl of popcorn. While this might seem a bit presumptuous on my part, I knew for a fact he wouldn’t care. At least he wouldn’t care if I’d shared it with him. Which I didn’t… Just taunted him with it.

After another hour of Twilight the movie was over, much to Jake’s relief. Or at least that’s how he would have felt had he stayed awake. As such, he didn’t.

“What to do now?” I asked him.

I looked down, and it was fairly obvious he’d had enough of the hog tie. And who can blame him, he’d been it for over two hours and it was very strict. I knelt down and undid the hogtying rope allowing him to drop his feet to the floor. Though this didn’t appear to be enough for him.

“Oh what? You want to stretch your legs or something?” I demanded,

He nodded.

I decided to give in. In my games with Troy, even when I was enjoying myself I always needed to take breaks. So I granted his request and undid the ropes binding his knees and ankles and helped him to his feet. He stood up and started pacing, working out the stiffness from two hours of tight bondage. As we meandered I noticed the scissors still sitting on the ground and decided to take off the tape so I could talk to him. Needless to say it didn’t look comfortable.

“Gah! That hurts!” He yelled.
“Quit your whining or I’ll tape it right back on again!” I threatened
“Yeah, yeah… I hope your enjoying yourself.”
“Oh I am, I am.” She chuckled.

A strange, yet knowing smirk crossed his face.

“I think you’ve got a bit of sadistic streak to you.” He said finally.

I chuckled. Maybe he was right, I’d never thought I did. But I was enjoying dominating him more than I ever thought it would. Maybe I did have a sadistic streak to me, one that I never really knew existed.

“Maybe. But then again, don’t we all?” I suggested.
“Uh, no… What do you mean exactly?”
“Well, why do you think people like watching celebrities crash and burn in their careers? Or watch movies where lot’s of people get blown to smithereens?”
“Or the ancient Romans who watched gladiators have at each other in the coliseum?” He added.
“Yeah. Exactly. It’s all that little sadistic streak.”
“Though it’s not so little with some people.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“I hope for my sake your not one of those people.”

I laughed. Maybe I was one of those people.

“So could the sadist do me a favor?” He started.
“Maybe.”
“I have a case of beer in the fridge, do you think you could grab me one.”
“Give you beer? If I’m such a sadist how could I give you a beer?”
“Well… you’re a nice sadist.”
“Alright.”

A nice sadist? What was that boy thinking? Oh well, I decided to extend this one kindness to my prisoner and went upstairs to get him his beer, which was waiting in the fridge just as he said it would. I made sure to open it before I went back down. Though I couldn’t help but notice that this was the first time a beer had looked at all appetizing. Maybe I should try it?

I brought it down to him and he drank it gratefully. After a couple of sips I raised the bottle to my own lips, and much to his and my own astonishment I took it and drank the bloody concoction. I wasn’t a beer drinker, but for some reason I wanted to try it. It was that same restlessness I’d felt that night with Troy so many months before.

After some discussion of my sudden introduction to beer drinking, I decided that Jake had spent enough time on his feet. Time to bind him.

“Ok I think you’ve enjoyed your freedom long enough.” I said.
“And I was just starting to enjoy it.” He whined.
“Yeah well, I’m a sadist.”

I wasted no time in grabbing one of the ropes that lay strewn about on the floor and bound his feet together, preventing any kind of escape. At least long enough for me to run upstairs. Without any deliberation I’d decided to grab a chair, once again taking a leaf out of Troy’s book I guessed. Once I had said chair I brought it downstairs and put it on the floor nearby my prisoner who leaned on the end of the couch.

It took a bit coaxing to get him to sit on the chair… Well, it took a bit of dragging is a better way to put it. But like the submissive prisoner he was, he obeyed my wishes and sat down while I gathered up the ropes. My first move was to untie his hands and re-tie them through the back of the chair with the cuffs I’d been carrying in my pocket. And the rest was easy. A short rope securing his feet to the chair, one around his knees and one more around his waist for no real reason. That finished, I stood back to admire my handiwork.

“So, what now Rachel?” He asked me.
“Huh?”
“I’m yours. What you gonna do with me?”

By this point my mind was abuzz, I was starting to feel a bit funny. That restless energy was taking over me and I had to appease it somehow. But what do I do? The answer was abundantly obvious. All at once my teenage hormones kicked into overdrive. Jake had never before seemed so attractive. I don’t know if it was the beer or what it was… But for reasons that remain mysterious to me, even to this day, I leaned over and kissed him. He was surprised to say the least, though not as surprised as I was I think.

Uhh” He stuttered awkwardly.“Didn’t see that coming.”
“Neither did I.” I said
“This is nuts.”
“Well… Not that nuts.” I replied.

Wait a minute… I hadn’t even considered that he would like what I just did. Though at this point I’d already kissed him, why not keeping going for a little while longer. I leaned back over and we kept making out for a while. I don’t know why I did it, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He was a better kisser than Troy.

“That was great.” He said
“Yeah.” She replied.
“What was that for?”
“I have no idea.”
“Well… I’m sure you’ve had worse ones.”
“Yeah, probably… Anyway, now that we’ve made out…” Time for me to shut you up again.
“What!?!”

Once again I was consumed by an idea that didn’t seem to be my own. Now that I’d kissed him, it seemed the old movie cliché of kissing someone then gagging them had to be observed. Even though this definitely wasn’t a movie. Before long his face was plastered up with tape all over again and it was easy to tell he was disappointed. Oh well, he was my prisoner; I could do what I wanted.

I decided I needed to calm myself down, and so I helped myself to another of Jake’s beers. And for no real reason I decided to sit on his lap while I drank it. I didn’t say anything. It didn’t’ seem there was anything to be said. He, however, felt differently. After a couple of quiet minutes of drinking my beer he started groaning into the tape. After a couple more I relented and cut the tape. He breathed heavily before he started to speak.

“I don’t really want to be a re-bound guy.” He said.

What? What was he talking about?

“What do you mean?”
“You kissing me just now? I think we all know your just re-bounding from Troy.”

I stayed silent. It seemed obvious that what had overcome me just then had been totally hormonal. But I certainly didn’t think it had anything to do with Troy. Though the more I considered it, the more it seemed he was right. Maybe it was best to just let bygones be bygones.

“I don’t think you really meant it.” He said.
“No. I don’t know why I did it, not that it wasn’t fun.” I replied.
“Totally. That’s ok, I don’t mind. I just don’t want you to be under the impression I’m expecting anything out of this.”
“Oh well, I still enjoyed it.”

I could see his face light up with contentedness.

“Yeah. So did I.” He said.

It wasn’t so much because of hormones but just out of a simple affection that I wanted to be close to him. I let him off the chair and recuffed his hands in front of them. After helping him over to the couch we both lay down on it and he put his cuffed arms around me. And before long we were both sleeping. For the first time since I’d left Troy, I felt truly happy. And I think he did too.

I don’t know how long we slept there for, but by the time I woke up again it was the middle of the night. Once I’d stirred he soon followed, and went upstairs to turn in the for the night. Though before I took off the handcuffs I made him try to play piano with them on. It didn’t work. It was funny. But it didn’t work.

I spent the rest of the night in the guest room across the hall from his bedroom. Next morning after he made us a very nice pancake breakfast, I packed up my things and left the house, giving him a huge hug on my way out.

As I pulled out I still felt the glow of previous night burning inside me. The anxiety, the depression… It was all gone.

I switched the CD player on, and it kept playing from where it left off.


I was looking at the ceiling, I was looking at the ceiling. I was looking at the ceiling and then I saw the sky.





Thanks for reading.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby xtc » Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:03 am

Well done, thank you.
You have a very engaging writing style.

Wassail!
xtc
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Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby milagros317 » Thu Sep 30, 2010 4:22 pm

Very good story. Thanks for sharing it with us. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: Tonight, I was hers... F/M

Postby ilikebeingtiedup » Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:31 pm

awesomeness. you are a great writer. I love the fact that you included her side of the story.