Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby nyloncaptive87 » Sat Nov 24, 2012 5:48 pm

What follows is my first posting of a story to the group. It's fiction, of course, but bits and pieces are based on true experiences. The Kelsey in the story is based on myself. In the future, I want to post more little vignettes like this one, on the same theme. At some time in the future, they may be strung together to form a longer narrative depicting the transformation of a normal girl into a bondage toy. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, and I'd love constructive comments. Thanks^^

A PARTY AT MY EXPENSE

They were laughing at me. Again. I had allowed myself to be caught and bound once more, and they were laughing at me as if were an idiot. How had this happened?

"Poor, poor Kelsey. All tied up."
"I think she likes it."
"She must. She's been tied up enough."
"That's because its too easy."
Yeah, what a wimp."

My wrists were bound, and Steven was now cinching my elbows tightly together. I gasped at the stress. "Please, please let me go. This isn't fair! I didn't ask for this!"

Steven laughed as he tightened the knots. "Sure you did. You always do. Its the way you look and act and dress. Its in who you are, Kelsey. This is what you need and want."

Steven and his friends had made a habit of tying me. At first it was nothing: a prank or joke. But then it happened again and again. Each time it was more serious, and I had become less of a person to them. I was just the target of their own meanness.

I was dropped on my belly. And lay helpless as Steven tied my ankles, my calves, my knees, my thighs. He worked quickly and efficiently, an expert now. I knew he spent time on the internet, studying how to tie me.

As he worked, the others continued joking about me, or talked about classes at the community college, or their progress with their Xbox games. They drank from their cokes, ate chips. I was just an object in their sight. They could have cared less what I felt, or what was happening to me.

"Steven, you don't have to do this. Please stop. You like me. I'm your girlfriend. Why are you doing this?"

Because I can. You deserve this. Now open up."

I tried to turn my head, but it was no use. I was already bound, and could not stop him. I made noise, a pathetic gurgle as he buckled the strap behind my head. The ball was too big, and tasted terrible. He laughed at my noise. "I love doing this to you, Kelsey."

After the gag, he cinched my feet to my elbows and made sure that my back was as arched as possible. the back of the gag was then linked to my ankles as well, forcing my head up and back, and the ballgag deeper into my mouth, the straps hurting my cheeks.

At this latest act of cruelty, his friends cheered. All of them, both guys and girls. They had no sense of mercy for me. I wondered if Steven had called them over just to watch him do this again. Probably.

Now someone handed him a roll of tape. I couldn't tell exactly who because my head couldn't turn enough to see. I was stunned when Steven began wrapping my hands in tape. "We can't let you pick at the knots, can we?" he explained with a laugh in his voice. He had never done this trick before,

Next he began wrapping tape over the ball gag. I was furious, but even more frightened. How could he be so mean? Is this all that I was now? When he had finished with my mouth, cotton pads were placed over my eyes, and more tape was wrapped around my head to hold them in place. I begged for release with a moan. It was all i could do. my mouth was full, my chest constricted, my lips sealed to the ball by the tape.

Somehow, no one laughed or cheered now. There was a long silence. I moaned again. Had they finally realized what they were doing to me?

"Kelsey. . ." Steven said my name tenderly. My heart swelled. Surely he had finally understood. Now he would release me!

"Kelsey. . .you look soooooooo hot!!!!." And then stuffed the plugs into my ears. I screamed in frustration and despair as the others laughed and cheered again.

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby hafnermg » Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:47 am

First Post!!
I love this story!!! Please do keep writing!

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby Jay Candice » Sun Nov 25, 2012 1:17 am

Well done.
In the end, it matters not how many breaths you took, but how many took your breath away.
-shing xiong

We are not retreating, we are advancing in another direction
-General Douglas MacArthur

Fall down seven times, stand up eight
-Japanese Proverb

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby randomentity » Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:34 am

An interesting read! Looking forward to more! :)

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby nyloncaptive87 » Sun Nov 25, 2012 3:12 pm

Thanks for the kind words! Its nice to have that as encouragement, and its nice that you took the time to post. I have a new vignette in progress, and will try to post it sometime late tonight.

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby nyloncaptive87 » Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:18 pm

Chronologically, this vignette of Kelsey's transformation into a bondage toy takes place before the previous vignette. This is still when Kelsey would see her bondage as fun and playful, unlike the first posting when she is beginning to see a darker and more threatening perspective. This particular story is something that actually happened, but because the overall story is fiction, it needs to be kept in the fiction area.

KELSEY GOES TO BURGER KING

By this time, Steven got a thrill from daring me to go into public in some hidden form of bondage. A few times, he had me walk through a mall, or downtown with a rubber ball inside of my mouth. I had to hold it in, and not let anyone know I was secretly gagged. I got pretty good at it, learning not to make too much eye contact so that I could avoid being spoken to by store clerks or cashiers. I just had to be careful not to drool, or else to wipe it away discreetly when I couldn't hold it back.

On one memorable occasion, Steven, who had a huge fetish for hosiery on me, took me into a large department store and bought two pairs of tights for me. It was obvious, to me at least, that he was having a wonderful time doing all of the talking to the sales clerk, and choosing what he thought was sexy on me. He drew out the conversation about my size and which style of color would be best, while I stood in silence, trying my hardest not to let a string of saliva roll down my chin. I could see him trying not to laugh out loud when I had to turn away quickly to wipe my mouth on my coat sleeve.

Steven paid for the tights, handed the bag to me, and guided me away by the arm. The salesclerk never batted an eye at my silence. I guess she had already seen a lot in her job, and realized it was some odd game that we were playing.

Another time, we had been playing our tie up games and I had some pretty visible rope marks on my arms, and wrists. That was when Steven decided we should go to Denny's! Not allowed to wear long sleeves for this trip, I had to display my rope marks for the waitress and the over customers to see. I don't know if anyone actually noticed them, but I was acutely conscious of them, and felt sure that everyone in the restaurant knew for certain that a short time before, I had been tightly bound and gagged.

During this time, it was exciting for me to be Steven's toy, to be commanded and displayed as he wished. It was thrilling to me, and I felt like a daredevil somehow. For Steven, it was pure joy to have me this way.

One night, out with friends to see a local band, Steven tried something daring. We were riding in the back seat of our friend's car. The friend's knew about our bondage games, so I felt it was funny when Steven produced a small bag and pulled out some rope. He smiled his biggest impish smile and shook the coil at me. "Ankles, Kelsey. Put them up on my lap."

I swung my legs up onto his lap and our friends catcalled and laughed. I must have blushed a bit, but it was fun, and a game, and I didn't mind. I felt sexy and desirable and special doing it. Steven wrapped and cinched off my ankles, tying the knot behind. Then he leaned forward and pushed up the hem of my skirt so he could tie my legs, just above the knees, in the same way. When he pulled the cinch tight, I felt wonderful and made some flirty comment that I can't remember now.

Gina said, casually, that she was hungry and wanted some fries from Burger King. "Can we do the drive through?" she asked Mark, who was driving. She looked at me and winked, and it was clear that she was daring me.

I took the dare. "Yeppers! I'm hungry,too. Let's go!" I said, looking her straight in the eye. Steven grinned. Mark laughed.

As Mark set a course for Burger King, Steven tied my wrists together in front, leaving some extra rope that he tied off to the rope binding my knees together. Then he swung my legs down onto the floor.

I said, seriously," We should cover my wrists with a coat, Steven, so the cashier does't see." I had this vision of the cashier seeing me bound in the back of the car and calling the police to report a kidnapping. The last thing I wanted to experience was being stopped by the police and having them spot me trussed like a turkey in the back seat.

To my relief, even the ever-daring Steven agreed to cover my wrist and knees with his jacket. Apparently he didn't relish any legal entanglements, either. However, he still couldn't leave well enough alone.

He produced the famous rubber ball, and held it up to my face. "You have to keep this in your mouth from now until I say you can take it out, Kelsey. Got it?"

I nodded. The rubber ball seemed normal to me by now; a part of our ongoing game of "Kelsey is a Bondage Toy." Steven pushed the ball into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it.

At the window, Gina got to order her fries, while Mark and Steven made some massive guy-order that seemed impossible for any normal human to consume at one sitting. I wondered if Steven would order for me. I gave him my best inquisitive look. Steven merely held his fingers to his lips, indicating that I was to remain silent.

"No problem," I smirked to myself, feeling the ball filling my mouth, and trying not to drool. With my wrists bound to my knees, I could do nothing to wipe it away. It would just roll down my chin into a messy, liquid stalagmite.

Soon, the others had their food, but I received something else instead. Steven produced a roll of white tape and smiled his wicked smile. I rolled my eyes, and started to smile, too. Smiling was a mistake. All it did was free the huge amount of drool I'd been holding my mouth, and it dropped into my lap and onto Steven's jacket.

"Oh, that's disgusting! You bad, bad, bondage toy, Kelsey. Let's seal that fountain up right now."

Mark checked the rearview mirror and Gina looked suggestively at me while Steven tore off lengths of tape and began pasting them over my mouth. After about five or seven to eight pieces he felt satisfied that no drool would be coming from my mouth for a while.

"Just drop us off at home, Mark. I have some plans for Kelsey tonight."

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby nyloncaptive87 » Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:34 pm

I'm wanting to write a new installment for this. Does anyone have a preference as to whether I write a strictly fictional vignette or one based on experience? Real life is probably more boring.

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby cloud » Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:19 pm

Well, I currently quite like what you have already done, and would personally like the same style, but it is up to you in the end, it is your story and your imagination and experiences.
Oh, a TUG! Do I have to play alone?
First Fictional Story (chapters 0-18): Moved Closer by Bondage

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby RopeMaster » Fri Dec 14, 2012 2:27 pm

Great stories! Keep them coming...

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby Tarl Field » Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:25 am

Hi Kelsey now i am here to make sure you keep your good stories coming and the only thing i miss is that you tell what your wearing when your getting tied up...grins

Re: Kelsey's Bondage Transformation

Postby Tarl Field » Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:29 am

Looking forward to more stories from you kelsey