## First Real Time FM/M

Post by BandG » Sat Sep 05, 2015 6:17 am

I've been a fan of bondage since I was little. Probably as early as 7 or 8 I remember getting a strange, tingling sensation at seeing people tied up and gagged on television or reading about it in books. As I grew older, around my teenage years I began to realise what bondage was. I've never been into anything hardcore - chains and whips don't really excite me. What does excite me is the classic, soft bondage scenarios. Bound and gagged by a burglar. Cheerleaders kidnapped and held hostage. Friends tying someone up and tickling them. That kind of stuff. Of course, I never really had any real experiences.
Sure, I've done self bondage. Lots of it. But while it offers a slight thrill, I don't think it compares to what I imagine the actual situation of being tied up and gagged for real by someone else. To feel completely helpless and at the mercy of someone else. Well, when I was 22 it finally happened and I'm going to recount my tale for you. It's a story of burglary, fear and arousal and one I'll never forget.
I'd just moved into a new flat by myself. I'd wanted to experience moving out into the real world and I'd saved up enough money to afford a modest flat near the city centre. One bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen and living area.
It was during the second week of living there around 7 PM at night and I was watching tv in the living room.
7PM
I'm watching Game of Thrones, a rerun but one of my favourite episodes. I'm 22 and have short dark hair, hazel eyes and I'm 5 foot 9. I'm wearing a plain black T-shirt and grey pyjama bottoms just for some chill out comfort. Suddenly I hear a sound from the bedroom. I mute the television and strain to hear. Must just be my imagination. I turn the sound back up. After a few minutes I hear another sound, like footsteps and whispers. I mute the television again and my heart races. I hesitantly tip toe to the bedroom and open the door, expecting to see nothing but just to be on the safe side. The first thing I notice is the window is opened much wider than I had left it. The second thing I notice is a hand clasped over my mouth and my arms twisted behind me. The hand belongs to a male and smells of aftershave. Another person is in the room as well - a female figure is sitting on the bed, clad in all black and wearing a mask that conceals all her features except for full lips, nose and dark eyes.
"Stay quiet and do as we say. Understood?"
The voice is very deep and masculine. I notice a knife in his spare hand and gulp a 'yes'. There are so many thoughts running through my head. I'm terrified, obviously, my heart is racing and I feel numb but part of me is thinking of the possibilities. Am I going to experience being tied up here?
"We're going to take a look around shortly but we have to keep you out of the way. Get on the bed so we can tie you up."
Bingo. This is it then. Everything I'd ever hoped for. But I am shit scared. I'm pushed to the double bed and instructed to lie on my stomach. It's the woman who picks up some white rope and begins tying my wrists together tightly. She moves on to my feet and knees before sitting me up and wrapping the rope all around my torso. She's obviously done this before. In no time at all I'm trussed up good and tight.
"Should we gag him as well?" She asks her partner who I can now see. He too is wearing a mask but I can see he's quite stocky and is wearing a black t shirt and jeans.
"Yeah. Use the stuff in the bag." He says.
And now I'm going to be gagged. Yes, gagged. This is both frightening and brilliant. The woman digs in a black bag and pulls out a pair of red panties and some silver duct tape. I notice her finger nails are varnished red.
"That's the only problem with robbing a male's apartment. You have to bring your own panties." She says to her partner.
"Just get on with it, I don't want to be here all night." He orders.
"Open wide sweetie." The female says and as if she expects me to not comply she pinches my nostrils with her fingers and I smell sweet perfume and soap. I open my mouth wide and she stuffs the balled up red panties between my teeth and holds them in with her palm while unravelling the roll of duct tape with her other hand.
"Ok now close your mouth for me." She says and wraps the tape over my lips and head about 5 times before biting the end loose and smoothing it down.
"Ok now scream nice and loud for me sweetie." She says.
I feel stupid but do as I'm told and barely a muffle comes out. The panties taste newly washed at least.
"That sounds good. Now get him hogtied and I'll go and check the place out." The man says.
He leaves the room and the woman pushes me onto my stomach. I feel her roughly grab my legs and then the pull of the rope and my wrists are connected to my ankles. It feels painful and not as pleasurable as I imagined it to be.
She kneels in front of me and checks my ropes and gag. I can smell her minty gum as she inspects me.
"That ought to hold you for a while. Just one more thing though."
She's opening my draws looking for something but I don't know what. Then she opens my wardrobe. "There they are." She smiles. She pulls out one of my work ties - a black one. She comes back over to me and ties it around my eyes - of course I think; a blindfold.
"Can't have you taking too much of a look at your burglars now can we?" She pats my head. "Just try to relax and breath through your nose. I've seen too many people panic and choke on their gag - I'd hate for that to be you. Oh and the more you struggle the tighter those ropes are gonna' get so I'd stay put if I were you."
She leaves the room and I'm left in darkness. I can't quite believe my situation. I'm helplessly and expertly tied up in a hogtie and the gag is not coming loose. I rub my face on the bed but the tape is staying firm. The blindfold comes off though after a bit of rubbing and I suddenly realise I can see my reflection in the mirror on the wall opposite. It's strange to see me on my stomach with lots of white rope wrapped around my body. My hands and feet propelled in the air like a pig that's been caught to be roasted. My eyes and nose look funny above silver duct tape and my cheeks bulge with mouth filled panties. I struggle a little to test out of the rope work - my wrists are securely tied so I have no hope of getting to the knot that binds them so effectively to my ankles. I have limited room to wriggle because the ropes around my torso bind my elbows to my body and dig in to my skin if struggling too much.
I'm in awe of the sheer helplessness I feel. Firstly I don't know what possessions they are going to steal. I have a decent sized television, a good laptop and some watches and a tablet. I don't know how long I'm going to be left tied up either. It's a friday night so if I'm left like this I can't imagine I will be able to get loose and at the very earliest sunday night is when my parents might knock on my door. It may even be longer than that. I'll miss work on Monday perhaps. How will I survive? Will I die of suffocation? already my mouth feels dry as the panties soak up the saliva. Will the ropes cut off my blood circulation? These are the things I hadn't considered when day dreaming of being tied and gagged by a burglar.
Suddenly I'm gripped by panic and I begin to struggle hard. I twist and turn my body and wriggle my wrists trying to undo a knot but I'm left sweating and panting. I shout through the gag pathetically. No one will hear me.
Then I remember my mobile is in my pocket. How didn't the woman realise when she was binding me? I feel it now and wriggle trying to slide it out the pocket. It takes a while but eventually I feel it fall by my side onto the bed. I'm reminded of all the videos I've watched online where the tied up victim tries to reach their phone, aroused at the helplessness of them hopping, or rolling or just struggling towards it only for the captor to take it away at the last minute or for them to realise it's useless and lie moaning into their gags. I always loved that scenario but now I can only feel the futility of my situation as I rock my body from side to side trying to get the phone into a position where I can dial for the police. I know I wont be able to do it and even if I somehow did there's no way they'd understand me with the mouth filling gag.
As I consider this the woman comes back into the room. She's taken her mask off and I see she's actually very sexy. She has long blonde hair and a cute nose. She looks around my age or maybe slightly older.
"Worked your blindfold off you naughty boy? And What's this?" She holds my phone up. "Well what should I do with you now?"
I try to muffle that I didn't do anything and she puts a finger to my gagged lips. She takes the battery out the phone and picks up the loose tie on the bed.
"I guess there's no point in this now you've got a good look at me."
The man comes into the room.
"What are you doing in here? We've almost done, just need a hand shifting that telly. Why isn't he blindfolded?"
"I did but he managed to rub it off." She protests.
"Well whatever. Just help me shift this then we'll go."
She looks at me then at her accomplice.
"But are we just gonna' leave him like this?"
"We've done it before." He says.
"But not someone on their own in a flat. What if no one finds him for days or even a week? He could die."
The man sighs. "You always are too soft. I'm sure he has someone who will find him."
I shake my hand and grunt into my gag.
"For christ sake. If you're that bothered Leanne then leave some scissors nearby once we go."
"I haven't got any though. Have you?" She asks me.
It takes me a few seconds to realise I actually haven't got any yet. It's not one of the top priorities when moving into a new flat. I shake my head.
"Jesus, well what are we gonna' do?" She asks the man.
"Just fucking leave him. He'll be alright."
I shake my head and moan into the gag.
"Shut the fuck up. I'm sick of this - he's just a bloody victim who shouldn't have been here anyway according to you. You fucked that one up so you can live with leaving him bound as well. Now help me carry this telly down or you're getting a beating when we get home."
She reluctantly goes with him and the door closes again.
I'm unsure whether this is it. Are they coming back? Should I begin struggling to get free now? Maybe if I struggle long enough the knots will surely come loose. But they're tied so effectively - I can't seem to make them budge at all.
I struggle and squirm for around half an hour but I'm still completely trussed tightly. I'm sweating again and now I feel worn out and scared. breathing is becoming difficult and I lie panting on my belly.
Just then the woman bursts in again. I'm slightly shocked to see her. She has her finger pressed to her lips to shush me.
"I haven't got long - I managed to steal the knife from Joe. I'm going to cut your hands loose quickly then you can do the rest."
She kneels behind me to cut my ropes but she stops before she does and turns me onto my side.
"Well who'd have knew it? You liking this honey?" She's referring to my hard on. Despite the peril of my situation my love of bondage has come through and the attractiveness of my captor has only added to it.
"Well I'll give you a little treat before I go for being a good little hostage."
To my utter disbelief she pulls down my shorts and grabs hold of my erect penis. I grunt in pleasure and she places her other hand over my gagged mouth. I once again smell her sweet perfume.
"Shhh. Don't make a sound."
She grind her hand up and down my penis and before too long I'm a sticky mess. She cuts my wrists free but I'm panting and enjoying what has just happened so much I don't attempt to begin untying the rest of myself just yet.
She clasps one hand under my chin and kisses me on the nose.
"Nice knowing you sweetie but if I ever end up arrested for this I'll come back with the knife and do something else to that little penis of yours. Joe on the other hand. Well I wouldn't be too disheartened if you happened to give his name to the police....that's Joe Pellington. And here's his driver's licence for proof. Do we understand each other?"
I nod and collapse back onto my belly panting. She chucks the licence onto the bed next to me.
After I free myself I ring the police but identify only a Joe Pellington as the burglar. The woman had after all given me one of the most memorable and real bondage experiences of my life.
The End.

### Re: First Real Time FM/M

Post by ebascoray » Sat Sep 05, 2015 6:28 pm

Good story, BandG.
Ebascoray

### Re: First Real Time FM/M

Post by canuck100 » Tue Sep 08, 2015 7:05 am

Fun read!