Iris – Taming the Wild Beast (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Nov 29, 2013 12:28 pm

I must apologize before posting this story. It is out of order with my other Iris stories and may be a bit confusing to anyone who has been paying attention to the fine details. In the last story posted I had my own bedroom but in this one I share a bedroom with my brother. A short time after this story happened we renovated our attic and I got my own room. This story should have been posted before the last one to keep things in the right order.

Iris – Taming the Wild Beast (M/F)

My younger brother watched a show on television about a couple of guys who collect animals in Africa for zoos. He was fascinated by it and spent the next few weeks stalking and pouncing on his collection of stuffed animals. At eight years old he had outgrown the stage where he slept with them but there were still a few in the closet. If you walked through the house and saw a big blue bunny or a pink pony you knew he wasn’t far away waiting for the right moment to make the capture.

He had put quite a bit of effort into fabricating an interesting collection of lassos, snares and nets but his most impressive accomplishment was his cage. He had taken a large cardboard box and with a pair of kiddy scissors he cut out bars on all four sides.

One afternoon I came home from school and Iris was standing with my brother as he explained to her how each of his bits of apparatus worked. I went over and pretended to be interested but really all I wanted to do was check out Iris. When she dressed casually she usually wore baggy t-shirts that concealed her shape. Today she had a snug white tank top on that hugged her curves nicely.

After a bit of small talk I had learned that her and my sister had been doing homework together but they were done and she was on her way out. My sister was nowhere in sight so I immediately considered the possibility of a tie up. On two previous occasions my time with Iris had been interrupted so maybe today would be my lucky day.

I picked up my brothers capture stick and said ‘Has he shown you this yet?’ The stick was an old broom handle with a noose at one end. You would drop the noose over your target and pull the free end to tighten it. The vicious animal would then be captured and using the handle you could hold it at a safe distance. She didn’t say anything but I could tell by her smile and the look in her eye that she knew what was going to happen next.

I opened up the noose as big as it would go and dropped it over her. There was an awkward moment when I pulled it tight. I had placed the end of the handle directly between her breasts so the rope squashed both of them when I pulled it. She gave a wiggle but nothing happened. I slackened the noose, she wiggled again and the rope slipped down. I pulled tight again and the rope snuggled in under the curve of her bosom.

Iris was not one to normally make jokes but she said to me ‘Now you have another problem.’ I examined her bonds and didn’t see what she was referring to. ‘I’m not going to fit in there’ she said nodding towards the cardboard cage. I laughed at her joke and made one myself saying that ‘we will just have to squeeze you in somehow’.

My brother interrupted at this point and said ‘You’re not going to wreck my cage. Why don’t you take her straight to the train?’ My brother and I shared a bedroom in which we had bunk beds. He had been using his lower bunk as a freight car to transport his animals. I thought it was an excellent idea. I would have Iris out of sight if my sister left her room and I would have access to a few items I needed to finish my capture. I told him that I could take care of her myself and that he should finish collecting the rest of the animals. As he went off stalking his next victim I pulled Iris along towards the bedroom.

She came along without any resistance at all. As in my previous captures she was a willing participant. The fact that she had two younger brothers who probably tormented her made her very tolerant of my efforts.

In the bedroom I seated her on the edge of the bed. Hanging on a clothes hook on the back of the door was an old bath robe. In one of the large pockets was a few lengths of white rope and in the other pocket were strips of an old terry cloth towel. The robe was one of my better ideas for tie up games. It was a great place to hide my gear, it was easy to get to what I needed and I could block the exit at the same time.

I reached into the pocket. With the first rope I tied her ankles. In addition to the snug tank top she was wearing tight jeans and black nylons. I never saw her wearing regular socks and to this day, thanks to her, I still prefer feet in nylons to either socks or bare feet. Then I loosened the noose, pulled her arms around behind her and tied her wrists. I removed the capture stick and stood back to have a look at my captive.

She had not said a word so far and she just sat there smiling at me. Now I wanted to gag her. I was new at this and had a hard time justifying a gag if she was already silent. The first time I tied her she wouldn’t shut up which gave me an excuse but today she was quiet. Then she glanced at the clock on my desk and said ‘I need to be home in twenty minutes.’ I knew I couldn’t keep her tied much longer but I jokingly said ‘What if I don’t let you go?’

She thought for a moment and then said words that were magic to my ears. ‘I’m a wild animal and I just might bite you.’ ‘I know how to fix that’ I replied and I grabbed the strips of cloth. Before she knew what was happening I had rolled one up and stuffed it into her mouth. Then I tied the other tightly to hold it in. In my enthusiasm I may have been a little rough but I was going to enjoy the view for a few minutes before removing it and possibly getting a scolding from her.

She looked fantastic. I wish I could have stood there for hours staring at her but I knew I was going to have to turn her loose. If only there was a way to enjoy this view a little longer. Then it came to me. My father had a new camera he had won in a competition at work. (This was in the days before digital cameras.) At that time film cameras required taking the film to a lab, getting it developed and receiving an envelope of prints. I couldn’t let my parents open up the envelope to discover photos of the neighbor’s daughter tied up. My dad’s camera was something new. A company called Polaroid had invented a camera that took instant pictures. When you pushed the button it ejected a blank photo and after about a minute your picture developed.

I dashed to living room where the new, as yet unused, camera sat on a shelf. I grabbed it and raced back to my room. Seated at my desk I opened the box, unpacked it, installed the batteries and loaded the film in record time. I was baffled for a moment by an odd looking object until I figured out that it was something called a flash bar. I plugged it in to the top of the camera and it was ready to go.
I turned to her and she had a puzzled look on her face. I said ‘Smile’ and took her picture. The camera whirred and out came a white card. I placed it on the desk and untied Iris. By the time I had removed the gag and her bonds the picture was ready. I showed it to her and all she said was ‘Please don’t let my brothers see this.’ I told her it would be our little secret if she didn’t say anything to anyone either. The last thing I needed was my sister finding out about this.

I opened the door a crack, my sister was still in her room and it was clear for Iris to leave. After she was gone I had one of those moments when you realize you’ve been an idiot. I only took one picture. Now it was clear to me that a few close-ups and a couple of different angles would have made for some terrific souvenirs. My hands were still shaking with excitement as I looked at the picture and promised myself that the next time I would have a hand full of them when I was done with her.

Re: Iris – Taming the Wild Beast (M/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:40 pm

LOVE how you led-her-off in (basically) a breast-bondage tether/lead rope!
"Compliant", rather-than "tolerant", as it implies a more SUBMISSIVE nature (rather-than "giving-in" to you)!
ANY kidnapping/abduction games in which you pulled-her-CLOSE into your body (from behind) hand-gagged her
and whispered for her to "Shhh! Be QUIET!" while her lips moved under your TIGHT palm (like she was trying to talk)? :twisted: