Trust

Postby FelixSH » Sun Aug 16, 2015 7:53 am

A few months ago I posted the story Friendly competition. This here is a continuation of that one.

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“Ah, there it is.” Happy to have finally found it, I grabbed the rope out of Tobys drawer. I felt it, slowly, enjoying the feeling of the material. Small excitement overcame me, as I thought about my plans.

On my way to my room, I also grabbed scissors and a roll of duct tape from a drawer in the kitchen. This would come in handy too. The smell of the tape alone was enough to increase my excitement further. The whole plan was scary in a few ways, but I would make sure that nothing would happen. Toby wouldn't be home for two more hours, which should be more than enough time to do everything.

Back in my room I got to work. As this was the easiest part, I picked a sock, rolled it up and put it into my mouth. Then I picked up the tape and rolled it a few times around my head, sealing the sock. I did my best, putting some tape even under my chin. The result did still feel lacklustre, though, it didn't feel hard to open my mouth with a bit of work. But it was the best I could think of.

I grabbed a smaller piece of rope and tied it around my ankles. A few rounds, knotting it and than cinching it with the reminder of the rope. I repeated the same thing above my knees.

Before continuing, I tried to enjoy the feeling of being restricted a bit. It didn't feel as good as I had hoped. With my hands free, the whole thing seemed like a pointless exercise, so I decided to continue on.

The next part was a good bit harder. I wound rope around my body, at upper arm level. After a few rounds, I knotted it off and the hard part began. I wanted to cinch the rope of, in the room between my arms and my body, but that wasn't an easy task. It took more time than I had expected and, with the gag that prevented me from breathing through my mouth, it was also a bit exhausting. But it actually felt good when I was done. Having my arms restricted was exiting.

Now for the hardest part. I had prepared two more ropes. I attached one to the bonds that tied my feet. On the other end, there was a small slipknot. Within the slipknot, there was a rope that was tied into a loop, and than folded two times, so that it made up four loops in a row.

I positioned myself on the bed, lying on my stomach. Carefully, to make sure that the looped rope wouldn't fall out of the slipknot, I bent my legs backwards as much as possible, so that my feet where near my hands. It was more exhausting work to put my hands into the two halves of the slipknot. To minimize the amount of slack I had already closed the slipknot a bit beforehand, and the rope for my hands didn't leave that much space to slip them through. But after some fumbling I finally made it.

At this point, it was still possible to pull my hands out, but one step further and I would be done. Getting out would be way harder than. I thought about it for a few seconds, than shut these thoughts down and pushed my feet away from my hands, closing the slipknot in the process.

The excitement that I felt was intense. It rushed over me, nearly overwhelming me for a few seconds. It was amazing, and made me groan into my gag. I just lay there, enjoying this wonderful new feeling and relaxed.

After some time had passed and the main excitement had died down, I tested my bonds. I tried to slip my hands out of the rope, but was thrilled to find that it was impossible. Not only that, but by tying my hands and my arms, the latter were pretty much immobile and useless. My legs felt irrelevant in comparison, but even so, as a whole this situation was thrilling. Whatever I could do, it would be a bit of work to get out again, and I couldn't even leave my room. The door was closed, and, hogtied as I was, it was impossible for me to open it.

The rope itself felt good too. I liked the restricting feeling, the pressure that it put against my body. It didn't feel bad though, more like bits of a strict blanket. Sort of cosy and relaxing.

Now I tried to struggle. I imagined some guy coming home with me, only to tie me up and then leaving me to get free on my own. I fought against my bonds and groaned into my gag, without much effect. I continued for fun, but only for a short time. It was a warm day, so I got tired easily. Soon I had to just lay on my side, breathing heavily. It was great.

After enjoying the feeling of helplessness, I took a look at my clock. A shock went through my body, as I realized that tying myself up had taken longer than expected. When I started, I had two hours until my roommate would arrive. By now, it weren't even full 15 minutes anymore.

This wasn't good. I didn't want him to find me like this. He had tied me up one time but against my will - well, sort of. And while I felt a sort of enjoyment for being bound, it didn't hit me that I had really liked it and wanted more until today. I wanted to be tied up again, but it would feel too embarrassing to tell this to Toby – or anyone for that matter.

So I began working on the ropes. I had scissors near me, but I only wanted to cut anything in case of an emergency, as it would be clear to my roommate that I had done something with the rope then. Therefore I tried to work on the slipknot. It was not that hard to reach, but not easy enough for me to open the knot easily.

It probably didn't help that I was stressed out, but it took me a long time to finally undo the hogtie by opening the slipknot. It was an exhausting bit of work, so I had to take a short break afterwards. A look at the clock wasn't even necessary for showing me the time, as a few seconds later I could hear the door to my flat open.

Frantically, I tried to slip my hands out of the folded rope that held them. There wasn't that much slack, and the rope that tied my arms restricted my movability even more, so it took a bit of time to get my hands out.

At this point, I was really sick of my gag and decided to undo it next. I picked up the scissors, cut the tape and ripped it off, before finally spitting out the sock.

I didn't even get to enjoy the feeling of being able to move my mouth freely, as the door to my room opened. I just sat there, confused about what to do now, as Toby went inside. It took a bit of time for him to really take in what he saw.

“What the hell did happen to you? Who did this? Are you ok?”, he asked, slightly concerned but mainly curious. I wasn't able to say anything, my whole reaction was that my head became way hotter than before – I blushed like hell. This seemed to explain everything to my friend, as he started to smile maniacally.

“Wait, did you do this on your own?”, he asked. I looked away, ashamed, but finally decided to nod. Jesus, that felt really bad. I didn't even work on my bonds. All I wanted was to hide from Toby and the rest of the world. I closed my eyes and waited for the obvious reaction.

But Toby didn't laugh, as I had expected him to. Instead, I felt him sitting down behind me, hugging me with one arm and putting the other hand on my head. “You don't need to feel bad about this. It's ok if you enjoy being tied up”, he said, while slowly petting me.

I didn't know what to say, so I just let him calm me down, my eyes still closed. My heartbeat slowed down and I also felt how the blush receded as time went on. We just sat there, him stroking my hair and me enjoying it. I don't know how much time elapsed, but I didn't care. At that moment I didn't want it to stop.

After some time, Toby stopped. I had calmed down by now, and waited for his reaction. Now that I felt well again, he had his typical boyish grin on him. “So, you like this, do you?”, he asked. There was no maliciousness in his voice, more a sort of joy. Like if he was happy for me. “I guess so. It feels good.” My friend nodded.

He left for a second, but came back with a glass of water. “Here, drink this. You look dried up.” I hadn't thought about it, but now I realised that I was really thirsty (and horribly sweaty too). It had been two hours, after all, and the struggling was really exhausting. The water tasted delicious.

“One thing, though: Please don't do this on your own. Next time, just ask me. Trust me, self-bondage can be pretty dangerous.” His look was absolutely sincere. He clearly meant what he said. “Did you have any bad experiences with it?”, I asked. He didn't answer for some time, but started grinning again instead. “So, do you have enough already? Or do you want to stay tied a bit longer?” I giggled a bit. The whole situation felt sort of amazing to me, and after Tobys great reaction I felt very happy. “A bit longer would be nice. How about watching a show together, something for an hour or so? But skip the gag, please, just retie my hands.”

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“Open up”, Toby said, before blowing on the piece of pizza. I did as advised, and bit off a bit of the slice. It tasted great. Tying yourself up and struggling makes you pretty hungry. “You know, I could untie you, than I wouldn't have to feed you.” I smirked. “Pff, don't act like you don't enjoy this.” Tobys only reaction was to blush. I knew it!

“So, you enjoyed that today? Being tied up?” I didn't need to think about this, it was obvious. “Yeah, absolutely. I would like to repeat it at some point. With your help, of course.” My roomate laughed evilly, which only made me giggle. His face wasn't made for an evil maniac look, it made him only look cuter. “Don't worry, we will have more fun in the future. Promise.”

Re: Trust

Postby drawscore » Sun Aug 16, 2015 9:40 am

Interesting. Well written, and well told. I'd rate it "good" to "very good."

A few hints to help you with your next story:

First, every time the speaker changes, it's a new paragraph.

Second, "flesh out" the characters. How old are they? What were they wearing? Were they tall and skinny, short for their ages, average build, or what?

Peripherals, such as the color of the gag, etc. are "nice to have," but not entirely necessary. Add them if you think doing so will contribute to the story. If you feel they have no bearing, don't worry about them

You, and other writers, write for the entertainment of the other members of the board, and I, for one, appreciate your efforts. I have always felt that good writing is hard work.

There are those that will criticize without offering suggestions. Pay no attention to them. There is a Latin phrase that applies: "Illigitimi non tatum carborundum." It means "Don't let the bastards wear you down."

I look forward to reading more of your work soon.

Drawscore

Re: Trust

Postby Lake Lover » Mon Aug 17, 2015 2:45 am

Felix, I thoroughly enjoyed this story. I couldn't leave it long enough to sneeze!
It is an easy read. Your characters and their conversation are believable. The plot is very believable.
I would bet that a number of us have found it easier to get into a self bondage than to escape it. I wonder how many have been discovered in such a state.

I'm looking forward to your next story.

Re: Trust

Postby Lake Lover » Mon Aug 17, 2015 3:04 am

Thanks for the link to your story, "Friendly Competition." I had not read it before.

Re: Trust

Postby xtc » Mon Aug 17, 2015 4:51 am

Well told and a nice set up for future stories.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Trust

Postby ebascoray » Mon Aug 17, 2015 6:05 pm

Hmmmm...Good story, FelishSH. Keep on writing...

Ebascoray

Re: Trust

Postby FelixSH » Tue Aug 18, 2015 9:55 am

Thanks for the feedback and the suggestions, both are highly appreciated. It feels good to know that people enjoyed my little writing exercise. :)

Re: Trust

Postby Bondage in Paris » Tue Sep 01, 2015 7:44 am

Great story Felix.

I love the "please, just retie my hands".