## Keeping up the wager

Post by tiedupsubguy » Thu Nov 09, 2017 1:19 pm

[This is a story I wrote for my friend Lord Nelson. It is a continuation of a story that he had written for me on request : viewtopic.php?f=84&t=30254 It featured characters I had created in the story 'Bondage challengers' viewtopic.php?f=88&t=24346. Hopefully there will be much more of this later. ]
I was on my rocking chair reading the news when Adil came up to me that day, he looked unusually nervous with his head held low and a fearful guilty look on his face. I wondered what it could be that made my nephew so, but having seen the news today I think I had a fair idea of what it was that had Adil so upset. On the second page was a large advert with two rather unorthodox images, Vidya Balan and Deepika Padukone, both ball-gagged and appearing to shout out, and the caption below those pictures, 'Speak out against domestic abuse!’.
There was something about this ad that felt all too familiar, like the ads that Sridevi had done a year back, of course that was a much more explicit add, her nude body wrapped in ropes, blindfolded and gagged, and a whip was hanging before her, that was also an ad against violence on women, and I knew the brainchild behind both. It had to be the work of my old friend, Nelson.
Now Adil thought I didn't know anything about his little bet, but I knew everything. When Adil was away for his college day before yesterday, he had left his iPhone at the apartment. I decided to be sneaky and check his Fetlife page, and there I saw the messages exchanged between him and 'Lord Nelson'. It certainly had been a long time since we met, he fancies himself a 'lord' now! Well I could see he was still very much the dominant and I noticed he was fairly active in the community, at least from whatever his Fetlife account would reveal. Having seen the odd little adverts on the newspapers and even the bus stands, I knew that Nelson had won his bet, now it was Adil's turn to fulfil his side of the bargain. Not surprised that he is so nervous, it’s not always one bets his own aunt!
Adil walked up to me with a letter in hand, he was as usual clad in the attire at my house, a jock strap ....and nothing else. "Er..Aunty Rabia?", he asked nervously still holding the letter in his hand,
"Yes Adil?", I turned around to answer him smiling as I put down my reading glasses, "What is it? Why so tense?"
"Um...I have to... I have something to tell you...” he said nervously, the silly boy didn't realize I already knew. I only smiled back and replied, "Adil, if this is about the bet between you and Nelson? Don't worry I already know", I said showing him the advertisement in the newspaper. The expression on Adil's face was priceless, his jaw fell and his mouth was wide open. He looked left and right, he bowed his head and turned around. I got up from my chair and walked up to him, I rested my hand on his right shoulder, "it’s alright beta no hard feelings. Listen, I know Nelson since my younger days. If you have bet me to him, I have a fair idea of what he might want."
Adil turned around, still shocked that I actually knew Nelson, but I could feel a sense of relief in him as his shoulders relaxed. "I'm sorry aunty I... I had no idea he was this resourceful", he tried to explain himself. "That's okay Adil you didn't know, nobody really knows Nelson till they've actually dealt with him", I explained to my naive nephew, "He sent me this letter... found it on the mail today", Adil handed me the letter he had in his hands. I unfolded it and began to read it.
It was classic Nelson alright, when it came to personal messages he wouldn't suffice with a phone call, he would write a letter. It was a long well written letter with perfect elocution and impeccable grammar, another sign of the good ol' Nelson I knew. It surprised me that there were 48 other actresses he had convinced to go on a photoshoot ball-gagged, yet the advertisements only carried two, I suppose they were the more prominent faces of the lot, but we can speculate on that later. What caught my attention was the terms he had laid out for my son:
“I remind you of my conditions for the payment of what you wagered;
1 – Your Aunt Rabia will be naked and bound and gagged.
2 – Her restrained state will be concealed under a saree and a niqab.
3 – She will be delivered to my villa within seven days with twelve hours’ notice of the delivery time.
4 – I will keep her for no longer than 30 days but will do with her as I please in that time.
5 – How you deal with her upon her return is entirely up to you. “
A smile crept up my face as I folded the letter. I turned around to face my nephew with a knowing smile on my face, "Adil you naughty boy", I said to him and touched his chin. "I hope to have more future exchanges with you", I said quoting from the letter and winking at him. Adil blushed and smiled, his head was still bowed and his arms were behind him, he looked more contrite than ever. "Did you receive this letter today Adil?” I asked him.
"No bua... I received it yesterday", he replied.
"Well that explains your strange behaviour since yesterday. Your mind was hardly on the chores. I suppose it helped you hide your little mistake being bound and gagged at home huh?” I said to him, he only nodded in response.
"Well you had seven days to deliver your aunt to Mr. Lord Nelson. Now you have six days." I said, I tried to gauge the reaction on his face as I was building up to his punishment. As expected, my nephew caught wind of my intentions.
"Wha...what do you wish to do with me till then?” he asked nervously.
I slowly walked up to him and then I embraced him, with my right hand I grabbed and pulled at his jock strap and with my left arm I embraced him around the waist, "For the next five days my sweet, naive, handsome nephew. I will punish you.” I said as my smile turned into a wicked grin. I could feel Adil's jock strap trying hard to contain an erection, even as his face belied his fearfulness to the whole situation.
The next moment I took out my dupatta from my shoulder and tied it around Adil's neck like a lasso and using that as a leash dragged him over to the bedroom. I pushed him down to the bed making him fall flat on his chest, I picked up a ball-gag that was lying there, and used it to gag the boy, then gathered the ropes and scarves and started tying him in several dozens of feet of rope.
It was nearly half an hour by the time I had been done with it, Adil was practically encased in ropes and scarves from ankle to shoulder, only his buttocks and crotch were revealed and they too had a very tight crotch rope running over them. His hands were tied in a neat box tie which I then wrapped up with more layers of tightly bound rope. His already gagged mouth was covered with two layers of white tape wrapped around, and then covered with two snugly bound dupattas, one of which covered over his eyes as a blindfold. I kept him on my lap as I set on the bed, with my paddle in my right hand. "Now Adil, it is time to get to your real punishment." I said as I readied myself for giving Adil a hard spanking, "any last words?"
"uhm mmhhv mmrcshhm", Adil moaned, you could barely hear him under all those gags, but I guessed he said 'have mercy'.
"Heh mercy is for the weak", I said as I brought down the paddle hard on Adil's butt cheek.
For the better part of an hour, I kept spanking my nephew, a task I had not done since he was 8 years old. Now he was 23 years old and it felt twice as satisfying. There was something very satisfying about trussing up a handsome young boy and dominating him, it is a satisfaction I would know of for only five more days, and I intended to enjoy it to the fullest! For after five days, I would in effect be Nelson's slave... at least for about 30 days.
.......
Five days later.....
I remember this day vividly, heck I don't think I'll ever forget it! I couldn't sleep the night before, images of myself being bound and gagged for Nelson's pleasure filled my thoughts. It had been almost twenty years since I had last let Nelson tie me up, and back then my husband was beside me as it happened. Today, I am a widow, Nelson could do all those things he wanted to do with me which he couldn't all those years back and there is no one to stop him today... least of all my nephew! Heck he is the one who made all this happened. I never thought I would feel as nervous about this, but yet here I was, feeling more nervous than ever.
I woke up at 5 am, Adil was still fast asleep beside me, spread-eagled on the bed wearing his Lycra hood and ball-gag and he won't be waking up any time soon. I on the other hand, appeared to have woken up before the sun. The sky was dark bluish grey, and the city seemed uncharacteristically dark. I decided to make myself a cup of tea, there was no point in going back to sleep now.
I read Nelson's letter again, I wondered how did he manage to convince 50 celebrities to do this? Clearly he was a man of means, this I knew even back then, but to achieve something on this scale requires a lot of networking and some clout, has Nelson grown richer in these past 20 years ? All from photography? No I'm sure something more would have happened. I wish we had stayed in touch but... things were never very good between us after he fell out with my husband, Tausif.
I wish I could just go back into the past and erase that out of memory, he wanted me alright, but I didn't love him back then, I loved Tausif, and I have no regrets. But now I was going to spend the next 30 days with him... as his bondage slave! Is it too late to pull out of this? Maybe I could convince Adil to call off the wager... maybe... maybe... but if he is as resourceful as I suspect, he'll get his way... one way or another. Besides, I don't know if he has any other motivation behind this, does he still have feelings for me... after all this time? There is only one way to find out. I decided then, there was no turning back, I'd wait till the sun got up and would wake up Adil from his sleep, I had to get ready for Lord Nelson! But first, I decided I would freshen up and relieve myself before the long journey bound and gagged.
I had to wait two hours before the sun came up, it was 7 am on the clock I decided now would be a good time to wake up Adil and begin getting ready for Nelson. "Hey Adil... wake up", I said shaking the boy. He grunted and moaned a bit, but there was no sign of getting up. I then used a trick which always worked on him, I kissed him on the forehead and said in a sweet voice to his ear, "Good morning Adil", his response was slow, but I could see him getting up. His moans were louder and he began to squirm against his ties. "Today is the day Adil. We have to deliver your aunt to Mr. Nelson's villa. It’s a long drive from here so better get up early".
"uhhmmmhrrh", Adil grunted, clearly unhappy at the prospect of getting up so early.
I quickly untied his wrist and ankles, then he did the rest pulling off his hood and unbuckling his gag. "uhmm Rabia, aunty... can't we wait a little longer I'm tired and …sore", he said as he stretched his arms, his jaw was clearly sore and there was a fairly prominent mark of the strap around the edges of his mouth.
"Really? The prospect of tying your aunt naked and driving her doesn't excite you?" I asked him with a smile,
Adil only smiled back in his usual charming way, he jumped out of bed next and walked out into the living room. "Once I had some coffee, I'll get to tying you up", he said as he paced out of the room.
He prepared some coffee at the kitchen for himself while I took out a red sari, I recalled Nelson really liked that. I also took out some white cotton rope, a matching red silk dupatta, and a big red ball-gag harness, also a kind he quite loved. Finally I took out a black niqab, this one had a small string attaching the niqab to the headband at the middle, and it would disguise the harness straps that went between my eyebrows. I walked with all the bondage supplies to the living room where I saw Adil sitting cross-legged on the couch sipping his coffee. I would miss this sight for the next 30 days, of course unless Adil decided to visit there.
"Here are your tools. Once you're ready we'll start", I told him as I placed all the goodies on the coffee table. Adil smirked and gave an approving nod. About two minutes later, he had finished his coffee and we began work getting propped up for Nelson. "Okay aunty, first... you have to strip", Adil explained,
"One step ahead of your beta," I said slipping out of the frilly nightgown I was wearing revealing my naked body, I had slept the whole night without my bra and panties on.
Now this wasn't the fist time that Adil was seeing me fully naked standing before him, but it was several months since the last time I had let him see me like this. I had not anticipated how he would be taking that, but quite unsurprisingly, he wasn't surprised at all. Almost immediately, Adil began tying me, "Okay make a basic box tie pentagram with a crotch rope", I ordered my nephew as I turned my back to him and folded my arms behind me in position.
"Cr...cr...crotch tie?", Adil stammered, a bit surprised I would make that suggestion, but I knew Nelson would like it and I knew he would have wanted it, though he did not lay down the details of how I was to be tied.
"Yes a crotch tie. Oh and one more thing, make sure to make the ropes as tight as possible. Just not fatally tight. Okay?"
"Okay... understood", Adil went about working on the ropes diligently. After nearly twelve years of being tied up by me, I should think he would have learnt enough of what made for good rope work. Glad to say, he did not disappoint. He tied a very firm box tie with a pentagram snugly wrapping my upper body and pinning my hands to behind me. The crotch rope too was bound securely over my vagina and through my butt crack, attaching up to my bound up arms. "Uhmm good! This feels tight as secure".
"Okay now for the gag", Adil said, he searched a bit on the table and then picked up the harness ball-gag, as he brought it towards me, I instinctively opened my mouth. He gently pushed the ball as deep as he could into my mouth and tightened the three straps buckling them behind my head.
Adil took a step back to examine his work, his aunt was now a thoroughly trussed up beauty. I smiled back at him brandishing my rather sizeable exposed breasts. "Wow...” he muttered to himself, "let me show you how you look aunty…" he said leading me to a dressing mirror in my room. He turned on the lights to show more clearly what he had done, "Wuhmmhw!" I tried to exclaim through my gag. My nephew had done perfectly! I was very securely bound in rope, and the harness gag perfectly complimented my ties, but I didn't realize my nephew had more ideas.
He had barely used half the rope I had left at the table, he went in and fetched the remaining rope to tie me with. For the next twenty minutes or so, he added several more bindings on me, even tying my thighs together. My upper body was covered in at least 100 feet of rope. Moreover, my nephew had cleverly fashioned a leash attached to my crotch rope and waist which he could use to tug me with. Now, in this state, he would dress me up in the sari and veils that Nelson had recommended.
He had known for a while now, how to wrap a sari around having observed me and some YouTube videos. He made no mistake in dressing me up just right. He draped the 'pallu' of the sari around my shoulders and covered a part of my waist which would normally be exposed. In this way, Adil managed to cover every part of my tied up body, now only the face was left. First he took the red silky dupatta and wrapped it tightly over my face leaving only the eyes uncovered, then he took the niqab piece and tied it over my already veiled face further concealing it. This way, even if the wind blew over the flap of the niqab my face would remain covered up. "Now... now you're ready!" Adil said with a sigh.
We drove for about two and half hours from the city to Manora Island. Throughout the whole drive, I sat in the car, quietly, veiled, gagged and quite helpless. I occasionally gave a wink and smiled with my eyes looking at my handsome nephew drive me. I admit, it felt quite thrilling being 'delivered' in this way. Half way along, Adil made a quick stop at a highway restaurant, had another cup of coffee, but offered me none. I was nervous that someone may find out about a bound and gagged woman in their car, but luckily for me, no one came around, no one knew my actual state. When Adil got bored driving his quiet woman, he asked me, "Can you pretend to be a captive? Struggle and moan a bit. It’s more fun that way".
At first I chuckled through my gag, then I complied. I moaned and pleaded like a good old Bollywood damsel in distress. Adil was right, it did make the drive more fun, being the helpless damsel in distress, veiled, gagged and tied up like this, it was VERY thrilling.
Once we reached the coast, we had to take a ferry to Manora Island, it was one thing driving through the highway in our own car, secluded behind tinted windows. It was quite another keeping up the charade in a moderately crowded ferry to Manora Island, but Adil handled it quite deftly. He was young, and naive at times, but the boy was clever when he put his mind to it. An hour later, we finally found the villa of Lord Nelson, it was exactly as I remembered it. A charming 17th century Portuguese villa in a secluded spot of the island overlooking the ocean. He rang the bell of the villa and out through the door came the man himself. Dressed in a royal blue pyjama chewing on a licorice stick, he could almost pass off as Hugh Heffner, except for the licorice.. and for the fact that he looked better... much better and distinctly more Indian.
He walked over to us, one hand in his pocket and another holding the licorice, after all this time he is still addicted to that sweet! He opened the gate, a smirk was on his face, "Hmm Adil and Rabia I presume?" he said in a much anglicized accent. I nodded vigorously, Adil stammered in reply, "y..yes it’s us..", Nelson still had that intimidating look and feel about him, even those dark square rimmed glasses he wore which looked like they were from the 70s. "Well Adil, looks like you've kept your word", he said as his eyes fell on the rope leash, "and then some", he said taking the rope leash in his left hand. "Well don't just stand there boy come on in", he said to Adil, then he pulled me in and Adil followed him. My days with Nelson had just begun.