We've been going out for around a month now, and I finally brought up the topic of being tied up.
"Have you ever been tied up?" I asked her
"What do you mean?" She replied.
We were sitting on her couch. She was wearing a wool sweater, and I was wearing a tshirt. We were both wearing jeans and barefoot.
"I mean have you ever had your hands tied behind your back? Or had your legs tied?"
"No I guess I never have," she replied.
"Would you ever want to try it?" I asked her, leaning in closer to her.
"Does it hurt?"
"It probably wouldn't hurt in that big sweater you have on."
She sat there, thinking.
"Okay. I wanna try it," she said. "I know where there is some duct tape."
She got up and left the room for a few minutes. She came back with two rolls of grey duct tape.
"Do you want me to just tie you up lightly?" I asked her.
"What, you do think I can handle it?" She winked at me.
"Alright then," I smiled. "Put your hands behind your back."
"Can't I sit down first?"
"No!" I said, pulling her hands behind her back and taping them tightly. I stood, and wrapped the tape around her upper body tightly, rendering her arms immovable.
I placed a piece of tape on her lips, and then began to wrap more around her head, quieting her. She moaned a few protests to this.
"It's all part of it, dear," I soothed her, stroking her hair. "It's not so bad."
Now, while she was bound from the waist up and silent, I marched her over to a beam she had in her basement. I pushed her up against it, and began wrapping her to the pole. After her torso was secure, I moved down to her knees and ankles, pinning them to the pole.
I stood, and looked at my progress.
"Are you enjoying it so far?" I asked her.
"MMMMMM" she said, nodding her head.
"That's good! I'm going to have to leave you there for about an hour, okay? That's how long it really takes to see if you like it or not."
I smiled, and then sat back down on the couch, leaving her to struggle against the tape. We were home alone, so we didn't have to worry about anyone coming home to find her trussed up like that.
After the hour was up, I went over and unwrapped the gag.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes!" She sighed between gasps. "I really want to do that more often," she said, smiling.
"That's good," I told her. "I want to do it more often, too."
I unwrapped her from the pole, and we began to determine how and when the next time I would tie her would be.