Déjà Vu (M/M, M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Tue Oct 03, 2017 12:36 pm

As I tied her hands behind her back my memory flashed back to an identical TUG almost exactly a year ago…

I had only met my new acquaintance a short while ago but in that time we had become good friends. I was visiting him at his apartment and he was telling me about all of his recent sexual adventures. He is not only quite intimately active but also rather adventurous, sometimes reckless and often very kinky.

He was quite proud of his latest collection of ropes and had laid them out on the table in front of me. They were cords of Japanese hemp about as thick as my little finger and dyed bright red. Unlike most people who keep rope on hand to tie up their playmates he had these for others to use on him.

His favorite pastime was to be bound and gagged and then abused and humiliated. He occasionally did the same to others but he was at his best when he was on the receiving side of the game. He would encourage his captors by providing not only the rope to bind him with but also the nipple clamps, butt plugs and other such devices to torment him with.

I don’t participate in these activities, I have never had any interest in tying up males and have told him so, but I am fascinated by his lurid retellings of what his partners have done to him. Today he was in an oddly playful mood and he was energetically recounting how he had recently been bound to a post and whipped.

He acted out the scenario vividly and at one point he picked up a length of the hemp and demonstrated how he had been flogged. He lashed out and the end whistled past the tip of my nose only inches away. Naturally I flinched and my reaction amused him. He flipped the rope my way again, this time missing by a much wider margin but still causing me some concern. Noting his enthusiasm for scaring me I anticipated that he would try again.

As the rope approached a third time I grabbed it and pulled intending to disarm him. Instead he held tight and I almost yanked him off of his feet. He fell towards me and I took advantage of his imbalance to twist his arm up behind his back so that I could get the rope away from him for my own protection. Once I had the rope in my possession I’m not sure what came over me but what followed next was way out of my comfort zone.

I had his arm firmly against his back but that was the only thing keeping him standing. His knees had buckled during my initial pull on him and he was having trouble getting his feet back under him. I dropped him to the floor, sat on him and looped the rope around his wrist twice. Then I wrestled the other arm up, crossed his wrists and tied them together.

Once he realized what was happening he stopped struggling, he had no problem at all with what I was doing to him. I was the one with the problem. It suddenly felt very odd to be tying up another guy. I was reluctant to continue but I knew that he was enjoying this and decided as a friend to ignore my discomfort and continue.

I reached up and pulled the other ropes off of the table. I first wrapped a rope around his elbows and pulled until they touched. I knew it was painful but I also knew that he expected nothing less. As he groaned in pain I cinched it tight. Then I tied his ankles and knees equally as tight knowing that the hemp was biting in and hurting.

At this point I was ready to stop having gone way past my own personal limits but he wanted more and began to beg me. It seems he had some sort of torture device he hadn’t tested yet and saw this as an opportunity to try it out. He assured me that even though he was rigidly bound all I had to do was open his fly and release his erection to apply it.

At this point drew the line and I gagged him with his own smelly sock and tied a cleave gag to hold it in with another piece of hemp. I looked at the clock and noted that his girlfriend would be here in about half an hour.

I hogtied him and left him on the floor to enjoy his restraint and left knowing that she would release him soon.

Now a year later I was in the same apartment with the same ropes in the same position tying the hands of a woman…who just happened to be the same person.

My buddy, among all of his other quirks, had always felt that he was a female trapped in a male body. A few months ago he finally made the life altering decision to make the transition and went for gender changing surgery. He had parts removed, he had parts added and he had parts altered.

I had supported her through all of this and not only visited her in the hospital during her recovery but was there to drive her to physiotherapy, support groups and even to a modelling class where she learned to walk and walk like a woman.

Today at my suggestion she had gone with me as my date to a company Christmas party with my coworkers. I was impressed by her progress and felt that it was time to prove to the world that she was a real woman. She was going to have to chat and laugh and be charming and just be female.

We mingled over cocktails, chatted over supper and danced. She had worn a really sexy dress and high heels and had her hair and make-up done. She was the best looking woman there by far and she was popular with my friends. My single buddies kept stealing her to the dance floor and the married ones were getting into trouble with their wives for being “distracted” by her.

After the party I took her back to her apartment and she invited me in. At this point I my composure began to falter. I know how dates normally progress but this wasn’t a normal date. I as a friend had viewed it as a public debut but there were no romantic intentions. I wasn’t sure if she saw it that way. I know that she was grateful for all of the support I had shown but was uncertain if her feelings were strictly gratitude or if they had evolved into something more.

As the door closed she turned to face me and stood uncomfortably close. Everything about her told me she was now a woman but deep down inside I still had a trace of uncertainty.

‘Am I sexy?’ she asked in a sultry voice trying to exaggerate the question.

‘Yes you are’ I replied after a very brief pause. It was a pause I knew threw some doubt on the degree of certainty of my convictions.

She smiled at me, I recognized that smug smile, it was the same one that he had when he was up to something sneaky. She said ‘Prove it.’

To that I had no answer. I was sure that I wasn’t prepared to prove it in the way that most obviously came to mind. The smile got more intense as she watched me squirm. She had me and she knew it.

I considered running for the door but I had too much to lose. I had no idea what to do or say.

With a laugh she spun around and did her sexiest strut across the room. Was she walking seductively hoping I would follow? Was she saying that words weren’t enough and some action on my part was required? We’ve had many talks before, during and after the change. She knew me well. Was she trying to push our relationship to the next level?

When she turned back to me she had the red hemp ropes in her hand. She threw them onto the floor…in the same spot where I had tied him up.

She didn’t have to say anything. She knew me better than I knew myself. What do I want more than anything else from a good looking woman? Romance…love…sex. Hell no, I want bondage. The ultimate way to show my buddy that I was accepting her as a woman would be to tie her up.

I walked across the room, took her by the arm and pushed her down to the floor.

…and that’s where I am right now, tying her up and remembering how far we have come in a year.

Re: Déjà Vu (M/M, M/F)

Postby Shiina » Tue Oct 03, 2017 12:46 pm

Bravo very nice and sensual story

Re: Déjà Vu (M/M, M/F)

Postby Mask6184 » Tue Oct 03, 2017 2:34 pm

A most interesting, and great story LordNelson :D

Re: Déjà Vu (M/M, M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Nov 09, 2017 5:04 pm

Dealing with a person like Shiina has pushed me to find new approaches to writing and expanded my concept of what a character can be. I enjoy writing for him/her.