German...for Beginners

Postby datblygu » Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:17 am

Mein name ist Ryan Johannsen. Ich bin achtzehn jahr alt.

These were the first German phrases Franka taught me to say. Basic I know but everyone has to start somewhere.

Ich wohne a Neath, Wales und ich bin ein student.

"Gut Ryan. Ver gut!" Franka concluded, "Your pronunciation is always very good".

I was especially pleased when Franka complimented me on my pronunciation. Pronunciation was important to me because I put a lot of effort into getting it right - what was the point of learning to speak the language if you couldn't be bothered with learning how to sound German? And I did so want to impress Franka.

Students get a helluva lot of vacation time. A feature of student life they will look back on with fondness once they enter the grown up job market and face the harsh economic realities of life. Nevermind. This story is not about present reality, neither mine nor anyone else's. What it is about is the recollection of the fevered sexual experiences of a first year Architecture student - that's me - during a Michaelmas Term break back home in my native Wales nearly twenty-five years ago.

I had got to know my German teacher Franka through my father strangely enough! They both taught at the same school - the same school I had attended as it happened. I had long harboured an interest in learning German because it had not been possible for me to take it at my school due to a time-tabling conflict.. It seems Modern Languages and science based subjects just did not combine well in my school's teaching schedule.

The Eighties (if you are old enough to remember back then) was a time when German popular culture became quite cool. Electronic music? Think Kraftwerk. Ground-breaking television mini-series? Forget 'Lost' or '24' - think Heimat or Das Boot. Everyone around that time wanted a piece of Deutsche chic or were In Love With A German Filmstar [they] Once Saw In A Movie.

Alert to my enquiries, my father had fixed me up to get personal one-on-one German tuition from Franka at her home. Franka had said she would really appreciate the (very modest) fee and also the company. For my part it seemed both an interesting and advantageous exercise which would keep my mind ticking over during the Christmas break.

I also had cause to believe the lessons would be especially effective as Franka was, in fact, German having moved to Wales several years earlier upon marrying a local guy. Sadly, they were now divorced but Franka had stayed. To describe Franka would be like describing any of your Mum's friends. That is to say she was, to my mind at least, unremarkable. Probably around her mid-thirties, friendly, pleasant enough looking and quick to smile and make a joke. In fact, a perfectly charming lady.

I had been attending lessons with Franka for some three weeks and, both through her effective teaching skills and my having a fortunate bent for modern languages, I was making rapid progress. Two evenings a week had been agreed upon as being practical and I found I was both enjoying the lessons and the pleasure of Franka's easy going company.

That said you must also understand that I was eighteen years old, had never had a girlfriend, was badly in need of sex - but at the same time confused about my own unconventional fascinations and sexual desires.

I should tell you now that, even as a child, I knew that I was shamefully different from my cohort. Yes, you guessed it already - I entertained fantasies involving being tied up and harboured a powerful desire to experience this unlikely predicament.

I should add, however, that such a predicament had yet to present itself.

Please understand also that I did my growing-up in an age before the internet or the so-called information highway. My local public library just would not have had a book that explained the puzzling world of BDSM to me or alleviated any concerns with the assurance that a vast number of people shared this harmless kink. There simply was no way (in a small town anyway) that I could ever investigate or educate myself about what I considered to be my deviant leanings. And speaking about these leanings to a friend was a definite no-no!

It is a familiar story I am sure - at least where the pre 'information age' generation is concerned - and I only mention it by way of attempting to give you a background into my sexually charged state of mind at that time. And of how I came to view my twice-weekly visits to Franka's house.

Or should I say how I came to use them?

You see, I had cause to look forward to German lessons for slightly more shameful reasons also. I may not have had the opportunity to make my bondage fantasies real but I had, what I still consider to be, a fortunate if unusual alternative. For in addition to my never-to-be-spoken-of desire for experiencing bondage I also concealed a baffling and wicked fetish for polo-neck sweaters. By all means laugh if you wish.

What a truly depraved and corrupted individual it seemed that I - Ryan Johannsen - was turning out to be! I sometimes wonder if the two are somehow related. No, I don't mean polo-necks and depravity! I mean my polo-neck fetish and - well, you know - the B word. I mean, wearing a polo-neck sweater would get me powerfully aroused (and things haven't changed on that front). The feeling of arousal was/is exactly the same for me as when indulging (occasionally) in a spot of furtive and clumsy self-bondage whilst alone in my bedroom.

However, forget poncing around in a polo-neck whilst alone in my room; better still was contriving to wear one whilst in the presence of a woman. A real live woman! Man! That particular feat would take the thrill to another level!

The thrill for me when wearing or about to wear a polo-neck (or 'turtleneck' to the majority of the world) in female company is beyond measure and probably best described as a sexually potent and heady mixture of bashfulness and exsquisite vulnerability. This is also how I feel when a lover ties me up.

Who knows why polo-necks affect me this way? Who can explain a sexual fetish? I expect chat-room psychologists would declaim it as something to do with the perceived restriction brought about by the high, tight neck and its similarity to a bondage posture collar. Although, personally, I think that is a massive over-simplification.

Anyhow, it is what it is so go figure. And a consequence of this little interest was that I had, over time, acquired a small collection of polo-necks and would wear them out socially when I felt like experiencing a thrill. (Note: you should see my collection now!!!).

So...I started to wear them to German lessons at Franka's.

I would not expect you to comprehend the breathless anticipation I would feel when knocking Franka's front door dressed in a pair of jeans and my highest, snuggest polo-neck. And I regret that I cannot convey the sensual thrill wearing a polo-neck in her presence gave me except to liken it to an insistent electric charge pulsing away somewhere deep down in my stomach. The result could be an overriding feeling of well-being bordering on ecstasy. The one jarring note amidst this bliss being a slight sense of guilt for using Franka in this way to engender my own, never to be divulged, cheap thrill.

If she noticed my unusual propensity for polo-neck wearing she had never mentioned it. I was surprised and slightly disappointed at this. I mean it was unusual. Most guys I knew would not be seen dead wearing one. Some people consider them effeminate even. So to see me - a slightly gauche but fit and athletic young guy - wearing one on practically each visit must have surely struck her as being odd? And, if you can try to understand, it was in no small way I kind of wanted her to notice it.

Now that I have given you the background the craziness can begin.

It actually began one snowy Tuesday evening in January.

I had rocked up for my lesson having thought twice about it due to the snow that had fallen. Driving during periods of snowfall is something the citizens of these British Isles rarely have to do. Consequently, they are not very good at it. Neither are the local authorities very good at clearing fallen snow from roads. So it had been with some trepidation that I had set off in my little Austin Mini the ten or so miles to Franka's house. And I prayed the snow would not get any heavier. Franka too was a little concerned and had rung me earlier to ask if I wanted to cancel. I had said I hoped to not have to and she seemed pleased with that. My decision was made.

My trepidation, however, was well placed. The highway was ok but as soon as I got off into the residential side roads then the snow lay thick and undisturbed. By the time I pulled up onto Franka's driveway the little Mini with its ten inch diameter wheels was slipping and sliding alarmingly and the snow was still coming down.

"Well Ryan I am impressed with your resolve to learn German!" Franka had laughed as she took my coat and led me through into her kitchen for a welcome cup of tea.

I replied rather confidently that I was not afraid of a little bit of snow and after some leisurely preliminaries we got down to the business of learning German and I forgot entirely about the inclement weather.

Now unusually that evening I was not wearing a polo-neck. I cannot recall why exactly as it would have been a very appropriate night indeed on which to wear one! But oddly enough it was this evening that Franka chose to mention that she had noticed my preponderance for wearing polo-necks.

"Keine rollkragen heute?" Franka teased. (Rollkragen? Wow! I was extending my German vocabulary by the minute!). I was somewhat taken by surprise and attempted to laugh away her query. But Franka did not let it go so easily.

"You must explain to me Ryan, why..." she said setting down two post-lesson mugs of coffee and taking her seat directly opposite me, "...you always wear them? It is very unusual, no?"

I wriggled uncomfortably. What was I supposed to say?

"I'm not wearing one tonight Franka." I offered by way of defence.

"You see," she continued, "Not many young guys wear - how do you call them? - polo-necks. Back home in Germany? Yes maybe? But never here in Wales." She gave me a quizzical look, "So tell me why do you like them so much?" she giggled, "Do you only ever wear them to my house?"

Hell! What did she mean by that?

"Umm..." I started to stammer out an answer which I considered a reasonable alternative to the actual truth.

"I can't really say Franka, it's just that I have always liked them I guess. Oh! ...and they keep me warm!" I added laughingly hoping to distract her from my all to obvious discomfort.

"Hmm", Franka nodded her head approvingly and smiled. "I see. They keep you warm. Ok." She contemplated me for a few moments. "Well, I am only teasing you Ryan. I think they suit you actually. Sie sehen aus wie die gute. I would not say that about many guys."

She looked at me tenderly and, slightly abashed, I thanked her for her kind words.

"However," she continued, "As you correctly pointed out, you are not wearing one tonight! I must say I am very disappointed."

She lifted her coffee cup to her lips before adding, "I would like to see you wearing the light blue one again Ryan. Do you know the one I mean?"

I stared at her in surprise.

"You mean the Shetland wool one?" I queried, thinking of my favourite thick woolly sweater I had perspired in on one notable occasion due to the warmth of Franka's kitchen.

"That is the one I mean." she smiled and nodded encouragingly. "The last time you wore it here it looked like it was throttling you. And yet you would not take it off! You must have liked it very much, yes?"

"It's...ah...in the laundry" I explained hurriedly. "I was in a bit of a rush tonight Franka so I just grabbed my coat and forgot about a jumper. Mum would have killed me if she had seem me going out like this!"

I have to say that my mind was reeling from her original question. It kind of excited me that she noticed a particular sweater - and my favourite one at that. Why had I not worn it tonight dammit?

Franka pulled a wry face and tutted.

"Naughty boy! You will catch a cold I think"

I chuckled and assured her I was fine but Franka was clearly getting all motherly.

"No Ryan, you must put on a sweater. And I have several mit ein rollkragen." She emphasised the word 'rollkragen'.

"Have a another biscuit and I will go and see if I can find one you may like." she added mysteriously.

I tried to tell her that really there was no need but she had already left the room.

Crikey, what was really going on here I wondered? Still, I cannot deny that I felt explosively excitable at the prospect of wearing a rollkragen - I mean polo-neck - of Franka's! Whatever that might be like. I guessed she meant me to have it to drive home in - such was the severity of the weather if the car broke down.

I heard Franka descend the stairs and turned to see her come through the kitchen door. She was carrying a bright red woollen sweater of some description, I couldn't make out quite what.

"Here. Put this on Ryan." she said as she handed it over to me.

I sort of gingerly took it from her and held it up in front of me. It was about my size but clearly a woman's sweater judging from the cut. I couldn't help but notice the neck was enormous! It hung down virtually the length of the body. What a fantastic prospect!

Feverishly excited but also incredibly embarrassed for some reason I protested to Franka that it was unnecessary for her to lend me this obviously expensive sweater.

"I must insist you put it on Ryan" Franka continued. "What is the matter? It's only a sweater..." she goaded.

I glanced at her quickly. She seemed to expect me to put it on at that moment and she clearly intended to stand there and watch me do it. There was just a hint of a smirk on her face somewhere...or was I just imagining it?

Feeling a curious hotness in my groin I took a deep breath and pulled on the red sweater. It was a tight fit but I got it over my head and then fought to get my head out the other end! Franka's intervention was eventually necessary.

"Here, let me help you with that" she offered charitably as she set to turning down the huge collar (which was at that time covering my entire face) and settling it just below my chin. She was beaming from ear to ear.

"How does that feel? A bit high perhaps?" she teased as she stood back to survey me. I just hope she wasn't getting any inkling of the growing bulge in my trousers. Thank goodness I was wearing thick jeans!

"Ja, I think it is definitely you Ryan!" she purred as she tweaked the enormous collar and pulled it up to my chin.

"Please leave the neck just like that."

The neck was so tight and high that I had to keep my head slightly tilted back in order to prevent the collar from slipping over my chin and creeping above my bottom lip. I surreptitiously tugged at it when Franka wasn't looking. But I do admit, it felt good!

Eventually, I looked at my watch and suggested I should be going.

"Maybe you should check the weather first Ryan, is it still snowing perhaps?"

We both went to the front door and looked out. It was still snowing heavily and, furthermore, it appeared to be drifting now too.

My heart sank. Driving in this would be a genuinely scary prospect. I wasn't sure the mini would cope. I tried to hide my alarm from Franka but she was no fool.

"Ach! Ryan, I don't think you should drive any more tonight." she exclaimed with utter seriousness. "This is very bad snow. Even in Germany we would not drive tonight I think."

"But what I am going to do?" I asked rather stupidly.

She didn't reply but turned to go back into the house, seemingly with a purpose. I remained in the front hall looking out at the incredible sight outside. The mini was already covered inches deep. I could no longer see the tyre tracks I had made on the driveway. I did want to go home though - my own bed, my own patch.

Franka came back out to the hall.

"Ryan, I've telephoned your dad to say you will be staying here tonight." she announced. "It is far too dangerous for you to try driving home."

She was right of course. I couldn't see that I had any option.

"So shut the door and come and have a proper drink."

I followed her back into the warmth of the big kitchen and sat down. I apologised for the inconvenience I had caused and thanked her for helping me out.

"It's fine", she smiled with a wave of her hand, "There is no way you could have driven in that so sit down and relax. Perhaps a small Schnapps to warm you up?"

I accepted gratefully. Wow, this evening was turning out not as I had expected.

"Prosit!" we both said and sipped our drinks. The liquor seared a path down my gullet and I waited for it to warm my stomach through.

I looked back to Franka and again I detected a slight knowingness in her face as she asked me:

"How is your polo-neck Ryan? Have I found one high enough for you?" she winked.

I fiddled with the collar self-consciously and replied rather lamely that the neck was a little higher than I was used to - but that it was a very nice sweater all the same.

Franka smiled at me and nodded her head knowingly. I caught a sudden insight that she knew precisely the effect her polo-neck was having on me and, furthermore, was enjoying my plight. Embarrassed, I quickly steered our conversation on to another track.

Franka had poured us both another Schnapps and by now I was feeling relaxed and warm. In fact too warm. I recalled the evening I wore the Shetland wool polo-neck Franka had enquired after and steadfastly persevered with it despite the warmth of the kitchen. I had felt incredibly turned on that evening.

We spoke for ages on many topics and I had lost track of the time. As I have already mentioned Franka was good company and also showed admirable patience in listening to the silly ramblings of an eighteen year old who knows nothing of the world but yet thinks he has something worthwhile to say!

It must have been rather late when Franka began to talk of the sleeping arrangements for that night and intimated a strange concern.

"Ryan, I hope you do not mind my telling you this but it has been a while since I have had a male guest sleep over in my house."

I nodded, wondering what she meant.

"Please understand many years ago I had a very bad experience with a man I let stay in my house. It has made me very nervous."

I looked at her in surprise. Someone less nervous than Franka I could not imagine.

"I know you are a good guy and come from a nice family but I would ask you to... umm, how do you say?....to respect my wishes tonight. However strange they may sound. Will you do that?"

I nodded again but had not the faintest idea what she was talking about.

"Thank you." Franka said a little relieved. "It is just that I am a single woman and have to look out for myself".

"Look out for yourself?" I enquired. "I don't understand?"

She looked into her glass for a moment before continuing.

"This 'time' many years ago a man who I thought was my friend tried to attack me in my bed."

I was stunned. Franka continued.

"He was staying the night after having a row with his wife. David and myself were divorced by then so I was alone. I fought with him and eventually he came to his senses. I knew he was ill so I didn't involve the police."

I was shocked by the revelation and more than a little appalled.

"I cannot lock the internal doors in this house and...it is just that I would sleep better..." she paused and looked up at me directly, "...if I knew you - or any other man who happened to stay here - were unable to come into my room when I am asleep."

"Uh, yeah, sure..." I replied dumbfounded. This strain of honest speaking was outside my circle of experience. What was I supposed to do?

"Good then. So, with your consent Ryan...and please forgive me for asking this of you", Franka leant forward as if to reinforce the seriousness of her request "I wish to tie you up while you remain here tonight?"

Holy shit!

I cannot recall my immediate response to Franka's request. My bodily reactions are very clear however, total shock and terror shot through with jagged seams of pure sexual thrill! Was she serious!?!? She wanted to tie me up? And, what? For the night?

Franka leaned back in her chair and cocked her head slightly to look at me. I was totally non-plussed and at a loss for words. I asked a little breathlessly whether it was really necessary to do that but I do not recall if Franka offered an answer.

"So, let us hope the snow will have cleared tomorrow hey?" she remarked slyly, "Or it may be that you will have to stay another night as my tied-up guest."

Franka changed the subject then and started to talk about national characteristics or something ludicrous. I, meanwhile, began to suspect I had dreamed the whole thing! Or had, at least, misheard her. Was that possible?

I listened to Franka talk and tried to control my breathing. I wasn't saying much now. I was too concerned with my own thoughts. If I had understood her correctly, I was to be tied-up. For goodness sake! TIED UP! By this woman!

Surely though, this was not about sex was it? I argued the point in my head. Was it a sexual advance? No! It could not be that! It was as she said - simply a necessary precaution resulting from her dreadful experience? A weird request for sure, but she had to host an uninvited guest for the night and, what with her confidence all shot, she could only sleep securely if I agreed to a little discomfort. It would be rude of me not to humour her.

I, even then, kind of thought what a load of crap but tried to square it myself logically all the same. Only a youngster could be so dumb!

Anyhow, as comical as it sounds to you now dear reader my immediate concern that night was whether she would expect me to undress in front of her! I mean, how would I then hide any stiffy that was bound to appear when she - gulp! - tied me? I mean - my secret would be out! I would be shamed.

Franka gently broke into my conjectures:

"Ryan, it is time. If you would perhaps like to go to the bathroom now? Then I can show you where I intend to keep...I mean - show you your room."

Let me tell you I spent a while in that bathroom, both washing and ensuring I would not be needing the toilet during the night (I certainly needed it then). Franka had suggested this would be wise. Mercy!

She had given me a bathrobe to change into and I had undressed in the bathroom. I padded back into my 'room' carrying my clothes and set them down on a nearby chair. I had kept on my boxers and t-shirt. Franka came in but I could not bring myself to look at her such was my mounting excitement and terror.

"Ryan, and so you are ready?" she enquired. I looked up at her. She was smiling and looking relaxed.

"You look a little nervous Ryan. Look, I am sorry to have to ask you to do this." she apologised with a pained look, "But you do understand, don't you?"

I was breathing hard and nodded as best I could.

"Please don't be so fearful Ryan. It will be fine. I have experimented a great deal with fetters and I promise I will not hurt you. Just relax." she reassured me.

"Do you mind if I keep my bathrobe on?" I sort of blurted out.

"Oh I think it would be better if you were to take it off no?" she responded in a patient but unmistakably firm way. "But keep your top and shorts on if it makes you feel better." she added by way of compromise.

I was shaking by now and she proceeded to help me off with the bathrobe and bade me sit on the bed.

Thank goodness my erection was not too fierce at that moment and I did as I was told.

Franka went to a nearby drawer and extricated some lengths of rope. Oh God! I couldn't bear to watch as she fiddled with separating the various lengths.

"Now you must tell me Ryan, have you been tied-up before?" she asked almost casually.

"No." I croaked weakly.

"Did you not ever wonder what it might be like?" she smiled looking up.

"I...don't think so." I lied.

"You don't think so...?" she laughed. "You do not sound very sure, Ryan."

I stayed dumb.

"You know, some people like being tied-up. It can be fun." she went on.

"Well maybe I wondered about it once or twice...you know, just sort of..." I ventured.

"Yes?" Franka stopped fiddling with the rope and looked at me, "What?".

I stammered, "Well you know, I wondered what it would be like to have a girlfriend tie me up...er, sort of ..."

I blushed. I felt very embarrassed at having revealed this. Franka nodded and smiled knowingly.

"I am sure you have Ryan. I'm sure you have. Well, tonight you will find out what it is like to be bound...and gagged'" she said. "Stand up."

I hesitated a little and enquired why she had mentioned about being 'gagged'. Surely that was not necessary was it?

Holding a length of white cord in both hands she walked around to my front.

"The two go together." she explained flatly. "If I tie you up Ryan I must gag you too, don't you think?

I looked at her blankly.

She smiled back expectantly, "Yes?"

"I...er..."

"I have to gag you too, Ryan." she joked. "You must have seen people gagged in movies?"

I began to protest further but she quickly interjected, "You're going to be gagged Ryan, do not worry anymore about that. Now turn around and put your hands behind you please."

This seemed to be her concluding argument. I backed down. She was too commanding.This was it then. What I fantasised over nightly. But somehow I felt things were getting way too crazy.

I stood up as asked and turned around to present my wrists. I desperately fixed my attention on a small painting which hung alongside the bed. It was of a beautiful Asian lady dressed in traditional costume. She was smiling kindly and seemed to look directly into my eyes as if to say Don't worry young man, you will be fine.

I gulped involuntarily as I awaited the next move. I didn't have to wait long. I felt something being drawn around my wrists and then tightened. So this is what it felt like? I think Franka tied a quick knot but she continued the looping of the rope around my wrists. It felt scary yet wonderful. I stared back at the Asian lady in the painting. Her beneficent smile lent me comfort.

Franka asked me if I was ok.

I nodded still breathing hard. She looped more rope around my stomach: I gasped as I felt her arms and chest come into contact with me. All at once I felt the encircling rope tighten around my midriff like a too tight belt. God, what had she done? I tested the bonds but could not move my wrists apart one iota. They seemed to be welded to the small of my back.

"There. Not so bad huh? Can you move your fingers for me?"

She gently grasped my hands and I squeezed hers in return.

"Yes, they will be fine like that. Now for your legs."

Phew! No gag. At least, not just yet.

She turned me around and pushed me back down onto the bed again.

"Just swing your legs up onto the bed for me please?"

This was the potentially embarrassing part if my body betrayed me now. I did my utmost to think of anything but the delights being done to me in order to avoid the dreaded stiffy. I pulled my knees into my chest thereby affording some cover for my groin region. This made things worse curiously.

Franka smirked again! Yes, dammit, it was definitely a smirk! Was she reading my mind now?

"I am binding your ankles now Ryan. I need to know you will not be tiptoeing around in the middle of the night" she smiled. I smiled wanly back.

By now the stiffy was building, I could not keep it at bay. Mercy!

My ankles felt a little crushed as Franka's handiwork ensured no leg movement at all. My feet were immobilised. What now?

"More fetters around your knees I think." Franka said almost to herself. She gently pulled on my calves obliging me to lower my knees. Oh no! Here it was then, utter humiliation and shame. I said nothing and just closed my eyes tightly.

I felt Franka continuing her tying chores. There was no way she would not have seen the stiffy in-spite of my shorts. It was magnificent - I should have been proud of it.

Rather than display shock and disgust she simply chuckled a little, "I think maybe you are remembering wearing my rollkragen, hey?"

Hell! What did she mean by that? I just kept my eyes shut. She employed another length of rope to tie my legs just above the knees. Surely she must feel safe from me now?! Even with my shameful erection I was no threat.

With my eyes still shut I felt her leave the foot of the bed and come around to sit behind me at the bed head.

"It's ok Ryan, you silly thing." she said gently whilst positioning herself between me and the propped-up pillows with her legs either side of me, "It's ok to feel whatever it is you are feeling right now. Lie back against me."

I did as commanded and lay back against her body. I didn't know why she wished to show me this consideration but I felt a little better feeling the warmth of her body as her arms came around my chest and gave me a gentle hug.

This was a tender moment I had not expected from a teacher. My mind was now in a state of delirium and I had virtually abdicated all thoughts of self-determination.

It didn't even phase me (much) when I was able to see that Franka had produced a pair of opaque navy stockings - or were they long socks? - from somewhere. So here at last comes the gag I thought.

I waited and watched with resignation as she shook out the dark stockings. They looked soft and stretchy and I considered they would not be too uncomfortable to wear as a cleave gag.

However, instead of pulling them tight in prelude to tying them around my mouth as I would have expected, she prized open the leg of the first one and scrunched it up into a concertina shape as if in preparation of putting it on her leg. Rather than place her toes inside, however, I watched as she brought it up to my forehead! I realised she meant to pull it over my head like a stocking mask.

The thick stocking smelt of perfume and I let myself inhale the sweet scent as she pulled it carefully over my head and down over my face. It was a long stocking and she made sure my head fitted snugly at the point where the toes were meant to go. She did the same with the other one. I could still see with one stocking over my face but my vision was a lot dimmer with the two of them on. But she wasn't quite finished.

Franka fiddled with the surplus material that was settled around my neck before pulling the excess back up over my mouth and settling the dark seam above the bridge of my nose and just above my ears where it rested conveniently. She then spent time smoothing out any wrinkles in the material and ensuring a comfortable fit around my face and neck. The stockings were constructed of a thickish nylon and, although I could still breathe comfortably, my head and jaw felt tightly swathed and I wondered if this was her intended gag.

"I can still speak a little, Franka." I managed to say in a small voice. God knows why I felt the need to challenge her in this way. The whole thing was beyond any sensible reasoning now.

"Hush! Liebschen." she whispered. "I love nylon stockings, but this is not your gag. I simply wanted to mask you first."

I squinted as best I could through the dark fuzziness of the stockings as she leant back to retrieve something else lying outside my field of vision.

"Here is your gag, Ryan." she whispered. "It will go over your little stocking mask with no problem. And for sure you will not speak once it is on. Not even a little."

What she presented to my dulled vision was a strange collection of black leather-like straps attached to a massive ball. You must remember I had never seen a ball-gag before nor even had any concept that a 'gag' could be anything other than an improvised device usually made from a scarf or tape. I did not know that gags were manufactured items available for purchase!

I felt Franka's warm breath in my ear as she leaned into me to explain something.

"I assure you the gag I am going to use on you will keep you very quiet and well-behaved." she confided. "I always say gags should be standard issue in schools!" she giggled gently before adding in a playful teacher-like mode, "No more talking in class, Ryan Johannsen."

She gently kissed the back of my stockinged head. I watched dimly as her deft fingers located the ball and positioned it in front of my mouth.

"Any last words?" she teased. I shook my head and took a deep, nervous breath.

She brought the big ball up to my nylon covered lips and I opened my mouth a little. It seemed absurd to me that this massive thing was to go into my little mouth and I was momentarily unnerved enough to pull back. Franka sensed me stiffening in fear but did not take the ball away from my lips.

"It's ok Liebschen", she said quietly,"Don't be afraid of it. Just open your mouth a little wider."

I did as she said and felt the massive globe invading my mouth. The multiple layers of nylon stocking stretched over my parted lips gave some resistance to the invader and, in consequence, the pressure from the hood was increased around the rest of my face.

Franka didn't ram the gag home but instead kept up an insistent pressure whilst still allowing me to accept the intrusion at my own pace. I could not believe the thing could get in but it did and finished up square behind my teeth. It tasted weird. Like rubber. I had kept my eyes tightly closed the whole time but could feel Franka press the ball with her fingers until she was satisfied it was all the way in.

"That's good Liebschen. Really good. You're doing really well." Franka cooed as she took the strap ends around behind my head and threaded them together.

"You will feel it tighten a little now." she warned.

The lateral straps were pulled very tight and I nearly came there and then such was the thrill of being so thoroughly, mouth-fillingly gagged. Further enclosure ensued as the vertical head strap was pulled up either side of my nose and over my forehead to complete the belt triumvirate secured behind my head. Thus, owing to the weird little chin strap running underneath my jaw I was obliged to bite down tightly on the massive rubbery ball.

My entire head was now encased in a tight, inescapable harness that was impossible to ignore. It felt like my face had been tied up and I felt more than a little foolish to have mouth held agape by the ball.

"Mmpphh!" I gave an exploratory grunt in an attempt at communicating to Franka my awkwardness and was shocked by the result. It seemed I could articulate no intelligible sound whatsoever.

"Mmpphh!" I tried again, harder trying to manipulate tongue and lips..

"No, no Leibschen." Franka chuckled. "It's no use. Your ball-gag will permit absolutely no speech - and very little sound."

I cringed with shame at my helplessness but my groin strained of its own volition.

"But you know the best bit about a gag, Ryan?" she continued, "It is that in not permitting speech it releases the wearer from making any decisions. Now just to finish it off I am now going to attach the mouth strap, is that ok?"

What! I thought, there was more?

The mouth strap which Franka held up to my face was a wide leather rectangle which attached to the head harness by means of eight buckles, four on either side of the face. I quietly marvelled at the ingenuity of the screwball who had designed this.

"Mmm...mmmm" I could not help mewing in trepidation as Franka buckled all four buckles on one side first before bringing the soft leather panel around my bulging lips sealing them shut from just below my nostrils to the tip of my chin and then buckling the remaining four linkages on the other side. There was a strong smell of leather.

The gag felt tighter and stricter than ever now my lips were sealed and compressed around the monstrous ball. I felt a little ridiculous - but that is a part of the thrill is it not? I have been gagged many times since then but rarely with such effectiveness. Hell! It felt tight! I had not even thought to try making a sound now - there simply would have been no point.

I was finished it would seem. Franka had me where she wanted me. I certainly felt finished!

Franka sighed and pulled me gently so I was lying back against her once more. I could feel her warm breasts heaving against my back. She leant her chin on my shoulder and kissed me on the side of my head.

We sat like that for ages, neither having the desire to move - as if that option were available in any case.

I felt beyond ecstasy. I felt like I had somehow come home. I had totally submitted myself to Franka - in the process undergoing excruciating embarrassment and fear. Now I was beyond caring. I was ramrod hard with excitement and I did not care.

Franka reached down to my groin and caressed my engorged member. I mewed in shock at the gentle violation. Her other hand gently cupped my chin and she brought her face close to mine. She started to speak quietly into my ear:

"You see Ryan, I knew all along about you. I knew all along that you wanted me to do this to you. Is that not true?"

"Mmmmmph...!"

She chuckled gently, "It is ok, you do not have to answer."

"Nnnnmmmphhhh."

"Judging by the hardness of your cock Ryan I am guessing that you are enjoying your 'gag'. Is that correct?"

"Mmmpphhh! Mmmpphh!"

She kissed me again and continued, "For sure! I guessed your little secret by the fact you would always be wearing one of your rollkragens when you visited me. You like rollkragens don't you? You wished for me to notice this, am I not correct?"

"Nngggmmm......!"

"It's ok." she chuckled again,"I suspected it for a while. You are not like other young men."

"And then, you wore that light-blue sweater in my very hot kitchen that time and you would not take it off - even though your face was bright red?!" She chuckled some more, "I knew then for sure."

She tenderly adjusted some of the fabric drawn tightly around my flared nostrils.

"It turned me on so much to realise why you were wearing such sweaters. I feel the same about them myself by the way. I just knew I had to have you here tightly tied up and gagged - just the way you are now."

"Mmmphhh!!!"

She giggled at the recollection and added, "Thank goodness for that snow Ryan! You see? I had to find a way of getting you to see past your silly embarrassment. And, of course, I did not want to scare you away."

As she was speaking she was, with her right hand, increasing her fondling of my rock-hard cock and I realised that she meant to jerk me off.

"Mphhhh!.....nnggggmphhhh...mmmmmmphhh!" I bucked and writhed involuntarily as she held me tight and eased me over the blissful precipice. It didn't take much in truth - probably the most powerful orgasm I ever had.

She cleaned me up gently.

After that she pulled my legs down the bed a little. I felt exhausted. Soon I was stretched out flat and secured to the bottom of the bed by my feet and to the top by means of a short rope attached to a ring in the dastardly gag harness. There was no slack. I could not sit up or turn over. I was going nowhere.

"I shall leave you in your gag and fetters to sleep a little now Ryan." Franka said as he pulled a sheet up to my chin. "As a beginner this must have been a big night for you tonight. You have done very well."

"Mmmmphhhh.....!"

"Your natural sleepy chemicals will kick-in soon enough. Rest a little now. I shall return in a while to check on you though." She switched off the bedsi qde lamp, leaned over me and kissed me on the tip of my nose before leaving me with a final promise, "There is a lot more I have to teach you Ryan. This lesson is not over. I do hope you had no plans for tomorrow? Gut Nacht."

"Mmmmmmphhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Last edited by datblygu on Tue May 17, 2011 12:50 pm, edited 4 times in total.

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby milagros317 » Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:49 am

Great story! I wish I had known a woman like that when I was 18. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: German...for Beginners

Postby jb99 » Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:01 am

Excellent story, I really hope Ryan doesn't have any plans for tomorrow either, I can't wait to read the next chapter!

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:18 am

Very good story I like. Sehr gute Geschichte ich liebe sie. your only some mistake in first phrase was bit funny for me. :) polo-neck was even for me new vocable, I had call turtle neck what I find out was Americana. :) We that word never in school. :D
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby bondagelver » Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:33 am

Great story!!! Please continue, I cant wait to hear what happens next.

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby canuck100 » Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:57 am

Loved it too!

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby boundboy » Mon Sep 27, 2010 5:06 pm

great story! i hope you continue!
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags

-boundboy

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby derpstick118 » Mon Sep 27, 2010 6:35 pm

Good job, i like the story!

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby xtc » Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:47 am

"Polo neck" or "roll neck" are both right! In English in any case.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby kidnapplz » Tue Sep 28, 2010 7:13 am

great story cant wait for more

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby Jack Roper » Tue Sep 28, 2010 4:35 pm

I too have had a continued love for turtlenecks--as you can see from some of the stories I have written, as well as for bondage. I remember once wearing a great high-necked turtleneck one winter on Long Island and going to the cleaners. When I walked in the female clerk instinctively raised her hand up to her neck and appeared to gulp. So, you see it is an obvious turn on to some of us. Turtlenecks do afford some sense of clothing bondage, which may be why many guys hate them! That's why most guys that I tie up have to put one on at least during one bondage session. I have had no real complaints so far.

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby datblygu » Sun Oct 17, 2010 10:16 am

Many thanks to those who read (and commented on) the first installment. Hope you all got something from it. Next bit coming up. :quirk:

I guess I must have slept.

It's kind of weird because I don't remember when I drifted off but I do recall a dream in which my smiling Asian lady from the painting was leaning over my bed. She seemed to be having a real job trying to disentangle all my limbs which had somehow become entangled in a giant cobweb. I remember feeling cross about it because I just wanted to go to sleep. But she would not leave me alone. She seemed to derive much amusement from bothering me. It was strange.

I came awake slowly like a swimmer ascending to the surface of a dark velvet lake. I opened my eyes. The draped window was now framed by soft, clean white light. I could make out the perimeters of the room. I wondered about the ethereal quality of the luminance then I remembered about the snowfall and of being at Franka's house and then the........

H-o-l-y- Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At once the incredible happenings of the previous evening poured out of the dark closet in which they had spent the sleeping night and hit me like ice rain. I became totally awake, my mind racing.

Did all that crazy stuff with Franka actually happen?

With a start I realised my hands were bound. But not as they had been last night. Rather, they were now bound in front of me! I was looking straight at them. Someone had untied me and retied me like this - two thin loops of a soft cord which girdled my slim wrists. My legs felt as though they had been tied too but by the ankles only and I worked out that I was no longer strapped down to the bed as I had remembered being when Franka kissed me Gut Nacht. Or, at least, as I thought I remembered having been. Perhaps I was fantasising. It had been known! Could it have been a really awesome wet dream?

Also, the suffocating gag and stockings were now removed too. Had they even existed? Probably just as well not, I considered - I might have suffocated during the night.

I looked about the room. I couldn't see the leather ball-gag. I could, however, make out my clothes sitting in a pile on a chair in the corner. The bathrobe I had worn last night was hanging from the door. Everything was so normal and mundane. Normal that is except that I was definitely bound hand and foot! There was no denying that. And being bound was not usual hospitality for an overnight guest. Not even an uninvited one!

I lay back down under the bed sheets and curled myself into a foetal position. It suddenly occurred to me I was naked too. I had made a point of keeping my shorts and T-shirt on when I allowed Franka to tie me up.

Being bound like I was I started - despite my understandable concerns - to feel the first prickings of sexual arousal. The fug in my head was also beginning to clear. I was thinking clearly again.

I tried to recall the sequence of last night's unexpected events. Of being obliged to stay at my German teacher's house due to the heavy snow. My outing as a weirdo poloneck fetishist! Mercy!!! I would never live that one down if word got round. Then of how I had allowed my German Tutor...and colleague of my father's...to tie me up under some crackpot pretext! A task at which she had certainly taken great pleasure in and had, furthermore, taken the extreme and unnecessary measure of hooding and gagging me. Finally, I concluded, I had been sexually assaulted (for that is what it was) before being stripped naked and left to sleep.

I accepted that yes - it did happen.

And moreover, I fully understood that I had been a willing party to it all. I wanted to experience surrender to Franka and the imposition of restraint. It was not like I did not enjoy it. In wearing my beloved polonecks to German lessons I had dabbled my toes in the water and Franka had swum to where I sat and yanked me clean in!

I am unsure how long I lay there as I had no idea what the time was but presently I heard footsteps descending the stairs followed by the clinking of glasses and clunking of kitchen cabinet doors somewhere below stairs.

This seemed to reawaken in me the spectre of my long held shame in my deviant desires. Oh Hell! I thought, how am I going to face Franka after the shenanigans of last night? I recalled Franka's odd request to tie me up on account of her supposed nervousness. She was definitely the instigator...but that didn't explain my subsequent immature reaction. A nagging voice in my conscience told me I had been wicked and self-indulgent. I should have shown more self-restraint than to get aroused by Franka's request. She would undoubtedly be abhorred by my seedy behaviour and inability to keep my sordid little penis in check!

The bedroom door opened cutting into my thoughts.

Franka came into my room carrying a mug of tea, some juice and a plate of toast. She was already dressed in black sweater and slacks and smelt freshly showered. She looked good. How did I never notice that before?

"Morgen, Leibschen!" she said setting down my breakfast on the bedside table.

"I hope you slept well?" she asked, smiling.

I smiled back shyly and offered a timid guten Morgen. She bid me sit up whilst she perched herself on the side of the bed. She reached for my bound wrists and started fiddling with the knots.

"Let's get your hands free so you can eat your breakfast. You must be a little hungry by now, yes?"

I nodded my head. My mind was confused.

"I don't remember much about last night, Franka." I groaned. "I think I must have had too much Schnapps."

I figured this was the best way to dispel the embarrassment of whatever happened between us last night. If Franka wished not to ever mention it again, that was fine by me. We would just pretend it - whatever it was - never occurred.

Franka shot me a puzzled glance as she fiddled with my bonds.

"I guess the snow must have stopped by now?" I continued. "By the way, thanks ever so much for letting me stay over, Franka." God! Now I was starting to babble!

"There..." she said as she pulled away the last of the wrist ropes and got up from the bed.

"Now eat your breakfast Ryan, then you can take a shower."

She bundled up the rope and tossed it onto the bed before leaving the room.

I waited until she had gone then pulled away the sheets to untie my ankles and hastily pulled on the bathrobe. The hot tea was sweet and I practically gulped it down along with the buttered toast.

The house felt awake now - permeated with the everyday sounds of a radio and morning bustle. The day (a Wednesday I believe) was under way. A telephone rang downstairs. Franka's voice, muffled conversation. I studied the two piles of rope lying on the bed. I felt a thrill chase through me again. Wooow! I thought. I had actually been bound by somebody! And what's more, it had felt great.

I went over to the window and pulled the drapes apart and gazed out at the rare scene. Everything looked different under the blanket of snow; it was no longer the landscape I knew. I also noted with some misgiving that the snow lay very thick around my car, easily up to the wheel hubs. I was not sure how easy it would be to drive the Mini home. I considered I may need to leave the car here and walk?

I showered luxuriously and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush Franka had given me last night. Whilst drying myself off Franka rapped at the door to let me know that there was some clean underwear and stuff for me on the bed. I remember wondering where my own underwear had gone?! No matter.

I got back to the bedroom and found a pile of clothes as promised. I recognised my jeans but that was all - the rest of the clothing was definitely not mine with no T-shirt or socks to be seen.

I gingerly picked up a pair of womens' knickers. They were not the lacy, skimpy kind you might think of as being 'lingerie'. No, these were heavy duty, service pants intended for hard use! Hell! How could she expect me to wear these? I usually wore loose boxer shorts as I hated briefs. Oh well. I guessed my own boxers would be quite mucky now anyway so I swallowed my male pride (such as was left) and pulled on Franka's knickers and found they were not too bad a fit. Some nondescript trekking socks followed then I reached for what I assumed was a dark coloured T-shirt of some kind only to discover with a thrill it was a tight fitting poloneck. Wow! I thought. Trust Franka to find this for me to wear.

Moments later, now fully clothed in poloneck, jeans (and Franka's panties), I went downstairs to look for Franka herself. I found her in the kitchen.

"And how do you feel now you are showered?" she asked looking up from her morning mail.

"Really good thanks Franka, umm, how was your night?"

Franka put her paperwork to one side and patted the chair alongside hers.

"Come and sit down Ryan. Let's talk."

I approached a little reluctantly. I felt nervous. Was she going to mention last night?

"Don't be afraid Ryan, I am not going to bite!"

I tried to relax and sat down. Franka acted motherly and instinctively reached across and adjusted the collar of my turtleneck.

"Now Ryan I know you must feel a little confused about what took place last night, yes?"

I nodded. She forgot to mention embarassed as hell.

"You do remember what happened don't you?"

"Yes." I replied averting my eyes.

"And you enjoyed it, did you not?"

"Yes, very much Franka." I replied again only reddening a little this time. I didn't know what else to say.

Franka regarded me tenderly.

"Gut. I let you sleep and then changed your fetters in case you panicked when you woke up. And, of course, I could not leave you gagged all night!'" she replied.

After a few moments during which she adusted the collar of my sweater again she spoke again.

"So I have a little trip planned for us today Ryan, assuming you have nothing else to do of course..?

I thought quickly.

"No, I have no plans Franka. But what about the snow?" I asked.

"Ach, you Welsh worry so much about a little snow!" she chided amiably. "In Germany we do not let snow disrupt our lives so much."

(I considered this a bit rich seeing as how she had been quite willing to allow the snow to detain me last night!)

"Good then." Franka continued. "So we go into town for coffee today. I shall drive us. The main roads are clear according to the radio. It will be a nice little trip."

I considered for a moment.

"Well if you are sure Franka. I'll just have to phone home to let them know."

She agreed with me before adding rather enigmatically:

"We could look upon it as a continuation of last night's lesson."

'Kay...I wondered to myself. This was slightly unexpected. Heavy snow, bondage and now...all this stuff about trips to cafes?

She left me to mooch around the house for a little time while she busied herself getting ready. After a short while she reappeared in the lounge carrying a sweater and a red puffa jacket.

"These belonged to David." she explained. "He was a little bigger than you Ryan but I think they should fit."

She threw me her ex-husband's sweater and I shook it out. It was a chunky wool knit with - yes - a poloneck. Although the collar was looser than Franka's monster poloneck I had been made to wear last night it was still a substantial poloneck and I began to feel the familiar stirrings down below. I pulled it over the first sweater. It fitted fine.

"You know, I have my own coat Franka." I said as she held out the puffa jacket for me to get into.

"I know that Ryan but I think you should wear this one today. It's warmer." Franka explained.

I didn't protest. Franka, although quietly spoken, possessed a quality of absolute command. It's a skill that cannot be taught.

The jacket, although slightly big, was actually ok. I quite liked puffa jackets anyway and it felt a lot warmer than my own coat. I didn't know why Franka had insisted I wear it but considering the craziness of what I had just been through wearing someone else's coat was no big deal.

"Now Ryan." Franka said, "I need to explain what I have planned for you today. You do trust me don't you?"

I said that I thought I did.

"Good. Because you need to know I would never hurt you or be unkind to you. It is very important Ryan."

Oh God! I thought to myself. Now I was feeling afraid! Why was she talking like this?

"We shall go to town for coffee. That is all. We will sit outside at my favourite cafe bar for a little while and..." she threw her hands into the hair as if to say what's the big deal,"...watch the world go by."

"Sounds good Franka, but why should I be afraid of that?" I asked.

"Exactly.'' she responded, "Why should you be afraid of that?"

"So let's go." I said and went to zip up the jacket.

"Except that is not quite all Ryan." Franka added.

She took a step closer ro me.

"You see, for this little trip Ryan, you will be tied-up once more."

I stared at her for a moment then laughed out loud.

"Come off it Franka, you can't be serious?" I said. "I can't go outside all tied up! You'll be arrested."

Franka smiled at me patiently.

"Ryan," she said slowly,"You have no idea what I can get away with."

My mind was reeling.

"But Franka," I protested,"This is crazy! I am going to feel like a tit walking through town with my wrists tied! What! Like sitting in a cafe.....? People will see us. They'll think we are...well goodness knows what they'll think...I just can't do it!"

All the while I was having my little protest Franka was methodically taking out stuff from a holdall she'd placed on the kitchen table. Shit! It was rope that she was taking out!

She unravelled some of the rope and stretched it out in front of me. I instinctively stepped back.

"Do you trust me Ryan?" she asked seriously.

I thought for a moment before replying that I did.

"Then believe me when I say that none of your fears will come to pass."

Her assurance mollified me somewhat. I was also, it must be said, turned on by the sight of the rope and very curious as to what she intended to do next.

"Ok then, put your hands in your pockets for me. Go ahead. No! I mean the coat pockets."

I did as I was instructed and imagine my surprise upon discovering that the pockets of the puffa jacket were not lined! They had been cut out completely. My hands had come out the other side. Call me thick but I did not immediately recognise the significance of this (I got smarter with age).

"What the...!?" I started to say whilst Franka, with rope in hand, grabbed my wrists and commenced tying them. She applied herself to her task with careful diligence.

"Oh! I get it now!" I exclaimed (coming to the party a little late).

"When the jacket gets zipped up noone can see my wrists, right? Ingenious!" I laughed.

I had to admit it was good.

I was also a little concerned. Not so much now about being seen tied up but incase something went wrong. There could still be consequences. What if something happened to Franka? I would have to ask someone to untie me? What would they think? Hell!

Franka had crossed my wrists before applying the rope. I guess to make them sit flat against my tummy and now I had a ringside seat as I watched her tie off the final cinch. I gauged there must have been three or four neat loops of white rope around both wrists and of course two links in the cinch. She wasn't finished there however. I watched as she looped one of the two trailing ends down around my belt buckle before joining it to the other one. My bound wrists were now held fast against my waist. I could not bring them up in front of me.

"Wow!" I exclaimed with genuine surprise, "I didn't expect that!"

It also felt exciting.

Franka seemed pleased and gave my turtleneck a playful tug.

"You know what comes next don't you Ryan." she asked. Not so much a question but a declaration.

"Erm, not really Franka." I replied totally in the dark about what I was supposed to know that came next.

"Really Ryan, you disappoint me." she exclaimed as she pulled a huge bath sponge from out the holdall.

I looked at it in total ignorance.

"You're not going to wash me are you Franka?" I tentatively asked.

Franka shook her head in amused exasperation.

"No Leibschen, this is not to sponge you down with!" she chuckled.

I was still none the wiser as I watched her extract a small ankle sock from her bag. However, I started to get a clammy feeling between my buttocks as I watched Franka try to stuff the huge sponge into the sock. I was getting the picture at last.

"Er...Franka. That's not what I think it is, right?"

"I am afraid so, Ryan." came her (slightly) smug reply.

I must have looked thunderstruck as she stopped fiddling with the sock and regarded me carefully.

"Ryan, it is really time to start trusting me now!"

I gulped and tried to stay calm. I was extremely apprehensive, But I would be lying if I said I was not hugely excited at watch she was about to do to me.

Even pressed within its cotton sheath the sponge (a real one) was massive. Franka presented it carefully to my lips and caught the nape of my neck with her other hand.

"Ryan I do not intend to have a conversation with you about this so to save time please open your mouth as wide as you can."

I stared in horror at the huge mass held under my nose.

"But how am I go...aaaaaaaaaaggggmmmmppphhh.....!"

"That's a good boy. Take it all the way in." she said encouragingly.

Keeping one hand behind my neck she used the fingers of her other hand to insert the sponge deep into the corners of my mouth and cheeks. It seemed to be an endless mass of material. I honestly believed it would never get in!

I felt it push against the back of my throat and alarmed I tried to push it away with my tongue.

"Aaahhhhgggghhhhmmmmm....mmmmmmm!"

"Calm down Ryan!" she scolded, "I shall not let you choke!"

Franka finally stopped thrusting the gag in and stepped back. I stood there with my mouth agape trying to build up the courage to try to spit the thing out - although I feared it would be difficult to do even that!

"Good Leibschen, good." she said before leading me gently to a chair where she placed me carefully to sit down.

"Now try to close your mouth for me Leibschen." she asked.

With an effort I managed to bring my lips together although Franka had to poke at a little of the sponge with her finger to allow my lips to touch.

"Excellent! Ryan. That's just what I wanted you to do."'

The mouth packing was so springy and compressed that it took an effort of will to keep my lips together. The whole of my mouth cavity was taken up by it. Although bemused I was powerfully turned on as Franka tenderly squeezed my lips together with the fingers of one hand.

"Just keep your mouth closed for me ok? I have to fetch something."

She methodically turned down the collars of both polonecks before turning away to the kitchen table. With much deliberation and care she appeared to lift something off the surface. She turned around and walked carefully back to me holding what appeared to be a square handkerchief. Sort of hanging down. As she drew nearer I realised thillingly that it was a huge portion of sticking plaster. That could only mean one thing couldn't it?!

She had cut a template for my face from an industrial sized roll of soft medical adhesive tape. This was to be my gag. She had intended it to be wide and long enough to cover the lower part of my face. Indeed, it would turn out to cover right from the bridge of my nose (thanks to a breathing hole for my nostrils) almost as far as my larynx. That would explain why she had taken care to turn down the polonecks. It also crept over my hair amd almost touched both ears.

"Look up for me Leibschen and do not be afraid." she said.

She then brought the sheet toward my chin where its progress was halted. The sticky panel was then allowed to fall down over my face which it covered almost in its entirety.

"Just keep very still Ryan, I will only get one chance with this tape. There. That is perfect."

I felt the cool tape begin to cling to me face even before she had started to smooth it down. It smelt just like a sticking plaster. I felt stupefied with arousal. The ache in my groin was almost too much to bear and my pulsing heart was threatening to explode from out my chest.

Franka smoothed the tape over all my features - over and around my lips and nostrils and around my Adam's apple. It clung fast. My nostrils were pulled down and I breathed easier strangely enough. I let go the tension in my jaw muscles and my mouth did not budge. The packing wished still to expand and escape and kept up its steady pressure within my mouth, except now my jaw was tight shut and would not move so long as the tape stuck fast.

"This is even better than I imagined Ryan!" Franka cooed.

"You look terrific like this, I am very tempted to take you to my bedroom right away."

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

"However, that is for another day perhaps." she added quickly.

Franka became business like again and went back to her holdall. I watched in a kind of trance as she extricated a roll of gaffer tape.

"More tape Ryan. I am not done with you yet." she explained as she tore off several long strips and stuck them to the table edge.

She took the first one and placed it under my chin abutting my throat. She pulled the ends up until they just stooped short of my eyes. She then added two more in similar positions.

"This is will ensure your mouth cannot open Ryan." she explained.

She then pulled a large portion from the roll but, instead of cutting it, placed it over my already covered lips. Oh God! With one hand around my throat holding the initial portion steady she proceeded to wind the rest of the tape around the back of my head and then back over my mouth at least twice making sure it was taught the whole way round. She took it quite high and it trapped my earlobes. Finally, she reached over for the scissors and severed the tape at the nape of my neck before smoothing it all down.

"That will do I think Leibschen." she taunted.

It certainly did do. The gaffer tape was unnecessary. The medical adhesive tape was stuck fast anyway. But now a tight plastic band encircled my head. It got tighter when I tried to look up. I felt like my eyes were starting to bulge.

Franka came round behind like she had done last night.

"Just breathe normally and remember that I will not let anything happen to you." she whispered into my ear.

I sat there trying to keep my breathing regulated and reduce my heart rate. I was powerfully aware of my erection which I was able to squash with my tied wrists. That made it worse of course. Franka seemed a little overcome herself and took a chair a little way off from me to sit herself down. She sat regarding me thoughtfully.

I didn't try to move or speak. I was totally under her power now. I would do exactly what she said.

After a couple of minutes had passed Franka must have concluded that I was not going to panic or freak out and that it was safe to press on with her plan to take me for coffee!

"Ok Ryan, I think it is time we got going now. Can you stand for me please?"

I took my feet a little groggily and stood there awaiting the next portion of craziness.

From out the magic holdall came an orange 'snood' or 'neck-gaiter'. Just imagine a long turtleneck but without the attaching sweater. Franka scrunched it up and stretched it apart to go over my head. I just stood there and let her do whatever she wished. She pulled the fabric tube down over my face. It was made from very thin nylon so was stretchy but tight. She settled the lot around my neck ensuring the bottom of it was tucked neatly underneath the first of my polonecks. She then adjusted the collars of both polonecks so that they were standing tall once more.

I had guessed her intention.

Finally, she pulled the snood up over my face as far as the bridge of my nose and over my ears. The back was settled at the crown of my head. Just like the stocking mask from last night had been. Boy, this lady clearly favoured certain methods!

I couldn't be sure if the snood would have covered the uppermost portion of tape which stopped just below my eyes - but that was her problem really.

Franka stood back to survey me.

"Ja, that is good." she declared tweaking the fabric here and there.

"You will have to wear sunglasses to hide the top bit of tape though Leibschen".

She reached into the holdall again and produced the promised glasses which she balanced on my nose.

"Ja, that hides all the tape around your face! You see Ryan, noone can see that you are gagged. You poor thing!"

She finished off my outfit with a dark green hunter's cap - you know the sort - kind of furry inside with flaps that come down over your ears which can be tied under your chin.

Franka took great care to lower the cap over my head ensuring the snood was not dislodged. My head felt even more tightly enclosed than ever as she pulled the flaps down around my ears and drew the strings together tightly under my taped up jaw. My senses seemed subdued.

"And now comes the magic Ryan." Franka said proudly as she inserted the coat zipper into its partner and pulled it up to my chin. It felt like being dressed by your mother a little - but only a little!

Excitedly, Franka led me into the hall where I knew there was a full length mirror. She posed me in front of it and asked me what I thought (as if that made any difference).

Staring back at me was a man in a big red puffa jacket with his hands thrust deep into his pockets in the fashion that puffa jacket wearers tend to adopt. His face was framed by the Hunter's hat and his eyes could only be referenced by the big shades.

Where the lower half of his face should have been was now an orange blank, entirely covered as it was by the thin material of the snood. No outline of lips could be seen.

He looked kind of good. Like an Arctic explorer. Strong and confident, stylish even. Noone would guess his true condition. Not in a million years.

I watched as Franka stepped up alongside this man.

"You see Ryan, I can do pretty much what I like, hey?" Franka declared.

"Mmm."

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby milagros317 » Sun Oct 17, 2010 10:28 am

Wonderful continuation. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: German...for Beginners

Postby bondagelver » Sun Oct 17, 2010 4:23 pm

I love it!!! Great story, I wish I was Ryan!!!! Please continue

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby canuck100 » Sun Oct 17, 2010 6:12 pm

Soooo good!

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby Jack Roper » Sun Oct 17, 2010 7:27 pm

Excellent sequel with wonderful writing. Please continue when the muse strikes you!

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby xtc » Mon Oct 18, 2010 10:08 am

Great descriptive writing. Thanks. As others have said: when you're ready . . . .

Wassail!
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: German...for Beginners

Postby uemndlr » Thu Oct 21, 2010 5:40 am

Hi datblygu,

very beautiful story, I like the setup and the description of his feelings. Hope to read more of it!

One small criticism, though: The German lines have quite a few errors. I don't know if you care for a grammar pope correcting you, but at least you should change the opening line:

Mein name ist Ryan Johannsen. Ich bin achtzeg jahr alt.


Achtzig = eighty, an elderly man going for some adventure? (achtzehn = eighteen)

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Oct 21, 2010 8:10 am

Hallo uemndlrt, The mistake in the first line found more funny than bed. I smile about it.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby datblygu » Fri Oct 22, 2010 5:28 am

Oops! Quite right, I messed up there - thanks for pointing it out. I had better stick to the languages I know! I hope it didn't spoil the story.

The walk to the car was nerve wracking. The garden path was treacherous thanks to the fallen snow. Franka seemed understandably tense as any fall or slip with me tied like this was potentially disastrous. She gripped my arm firmly as she steered me tentatively towards her Land Rover.

The problem was that I had very limited downward vision. The snood mask came up my face so high that, whilst I could look into the distance without too much trouble, I could not necessarily see where I was stepping! And the swathes of muffling tape in combination with the tightly tied hat discouraged head movement.

Anyway, we made it to the vehicle without incident and I was duly belted into the front seat whilst Franka walked around to the driver's door.

I took a moment to consider just how helpless I actually was!

Just think about it - I no longer enjoyed the use of my arms. I could not even move my corded wrists away from my waist in order to attract attention to their bound state. I would not be capable of opening doors or dialling 999 or making any kind of signal or gesture of distress should one be needed. My arms were pretty much useless to me but, owing to my wrists being held secure under the puffa jacket as they were, noone would be any the wiser.

Furthermore, calling for help was nigh on impossible. I might have managed a very muted and muffled mew but certainly nothing intelligible. And yet no evidence of Franka's über gag was visible.

I comprehended that the 'lesson' of which Franka spoke was that of submission and trust. I achieved the stark realisation that I relied totally on her now. She was my life support - whist I was tied-up this way in any case.

The thought of my unique form of submission excited me for sure - I was so hellishly turned-on I felt sick. But I was also scared shitless! Is it not strange how, very often, we cannot get the one without the other?

Franka drove the Land Rover confidently through the snow covered side streets. She was clearly an accomplished driver and I felt safe alongside her. The very fact of a single woman driving a four wheel drive vehicle back then was unusual in itself. The ridiculous modern vogue for SUVs to shuttle kids to and from school was, thankfully, still a decade away.

Once out onto the M4 (highway) and heading East, the snow was less of an issue. Whilst I had slept soundly in my bonds through the night, the local authority snow ploughs and gritters had been doing sterling work. Franka pointed the cumbersome Land Rover towards Cardiff and relaxed back into her seat.

"I am surprised that you have no girlfriend Ryan. I always considered you to be one of the better looking boys in the sixth form. Certainly all the girls that took my classes used to speak about you."

I turned my head to look at Franka - it was the first time I had heard this!

"Hmmm? Got your attention now have I?" she teased.

I would have liked to have asked her details like Which girls? When? What did they say? But, as you might appreciate, I was too busy concentrating on my breathing and swallowing the saliva that had saturated the massive sponge and was now running down my throat.

She spoke of my cohort at Cae-Glas School - the class of '84. She relayed what many of them were now doing and the University choices they had made. Franka had been a popular teacher so I knew that she kept in touch with many of them - particularly those who had taken Modern Languages. One name in particular came up - that of Siân Latham.

I sat up at the mention of Siân's name. I used to date her.

"Didn't you two used to be an item, Ryan?" Franka enquired casually as if reading my thoughts.

I cowered a little in my seat. I could sense myself reddening a little under the multiple head coverings. I contemplated that, even if I had been able to reply, I would not have known how to answer that particular question.

Let me explain.

Siân Latham and myself had been seen as being a potential couple in some quarters of Cae-Glas sixth form society. We, neither of us, were straight A students nor Head Girl/Head Boy material but we were both popular with the staff. I guess our contemporaries thought there were enough similarities to render us a suitable match within the hierarchical strata of the sixth form common room. That is to say, we were seen to possess a similar enough social and intellectual stature to be seen as being girlfriend/boyfriend material?!

And herein lay the problem - I despised being part of this hierarchical system. It was so facile and false. I did not desire a match to be found for me - on the grounds of suitability! Not me! No, I would never submit to this.

So, yes, I dated this girl a couple of times out of politeness. She was keen. I backed off. None of it was her fault. She was a nice girl. I was a jerk.

Siân was an attractive too girl I guess - although I just did not see this at the time. She was the sporty sort - netball, hockey and here lay another problem: she just did not make herself obviously attractive. At least, not in the way I thought (at that time) a sexy girl should look. I told you I used to be pretty dumb!

Siân was both tall and athletic. Fine featured and with striking auburn hair - which she usually tied-up. Quiet but clever - the kind who would never draw attention to herself. There were plenty of girls in the sixth form who did and these were the ones I would foolishly be trying to court.

Also, she never wore make-up or jewellry. And, when not clad in the very dull green school uniform that made everyone so featureless and bland, she would wear tracksuits and T-shirts. So I just did not notice her or, indeed, bother to get to know her. I had not seen her for quite some time.

As it happened we were now leaving the motorway and converging on the city's main northern feeder road - the A470. Franka stooped chatting and concentrated on negotiating the Gabalfa Interchange which would lead us into the city centre and my date with the cafe society of Cardiff. God bless them.

Traffic was heavy. It was holiday time and, despite the snow, the January sales were in full flow. I always love the drive into this city - but even more so when someone else has to negotiate the driving.

Franka efficiently installed us in the underground car park of one of the major stores.

So this was it.

I felt reticent about going through with it. Whilst in the land Rover alone with Franka I had felt relaxed - safe even. Now, the reality of this bizarre situation hit home.

"Are you ready Ryan?" Franka asked gently.

I wanted to shake my head and say no. To go home and forget this craziness. Instead, I looked her in the eye and gave a quick nod.

"Gut. Here we go. Be brave!"

The hardest part was being amongst crowds of people. Something I dislike anyway. The city streets were very busy with shoppers dispersing themselves between the big stores. It was impossible to walk in a straight line or not to break your stride. Franka held me close, her arm linked through mine. I appreciated it.

I studied peoples faces as they flashed by me. Sometimes our eyes would meet. Could they tell? Did they have some insight that I was kidnapped, bound, gagged right here on the street?

Okay, so I am overplaying it a little - but you get my drift. I was willing to lay a bet that in all the cities of the world at that time there were very few men being led through its populous streets whilst enjoying a semi-public bondage. Notice I said 'very few' there...I have come to realise in life that nothing is ever out of the question.

We made it to Harry's Cafe Bar. It was a good choice - I was relieved. You see, Harry's Bar had an outside seating area. A little raised terrace overlooking the shopping street and just next to the Theatre. It could function with an outside terrace because it had installed gas heater 'umbrellas'. These made all the difference even on the coldest of Winter days.

This was far preferable to being sat indoors as I would not now look so incongruous in my muffled state (clearly my German teacher had given this careful thought!).

Franka led me to an empty table (there were not many) and casually put me to sit on a chair. Noone gave me a second glance despite my appearance but I still felt self-conscious as hell!

"Ryan, I am dreadfully sorry but you will be unable to drink anything!" she explained.

Well I kind of guessed that Franka! Unless you wish to pull off this hat and muffler in front of these good people and unwind the two or three yards of tape encircling my head! It was a shame though, I could have really done with a hot chocolate.

My first hurdle was surviving the visit of the waiter to our table. I guess he was old school as he automatically addressed himself to me first and not to Franka! I smiled to myself.

Franka swiftly interjected to take over ordering duties and I simply sat there in my enforced dumb state.

Whilst Franka sipped her capuccino I took a moment to test my bonds - they were secure. The excitement started to build in my loins once again. The firm but kindly embrace of the ropes around my wrists, the absolute proscription of speech, the clinging tightness of the snood all combined to rekindle the flame of sexual arousal which had been idling a little during the journey. This was me - Ryan Johanssen - sitting at a cafe bar in my capital city bound and gagged being watched over by Mrs Franka Banham. It was insane yet it was real.

I looked at Franka for a moment to see if she shared my amusement but her eyes were elsewhere. She seemed to be scanning the busy pavement outside.

"Ryan!" she touched my arm quickly. "Isn't that Siân over there?"

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby xtc » Fri Oct 22, 2010 8:14 am

Good as ever. Very readable. I look forward to the next episode.
xtc
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Re: German...for Beginners

Postby Opinionated » Fri Oct 22, 2010 10:50 am

Long ago, in eine Deutsche Klass far, far, away war ein yung OPINIONATED who foolishly took only four semesters von Hochdeutsch ... regreting much what could have happened should Frau oder other studentin wished to experiment on mir the happy "experiments" you had, you lucky dog!
"Sometimes in quiet desperation you realize it's never gonna be the way it was." - Carole King

"You've just been lonely too long." - Carly Simon

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby uemndlr » Sat Oct 23, 2010 1:52 pm

datblygu wrote:Oops! Quite right, I messed up there - thanks for pointing it out. I had better stick to the languages I know! I hope it didn't spoil the story.


Don't worry too much about that, if it's just a story for this forum. But if you consider publishing it somewhere (and it would be worth it, because you write beautifully, I like the way you convey the feelings, and you have very good ideas!), you might want to have somebody correct the sentences.

Do you know the film "Lost Highway"? A deep and scary David Lynch nightmare, gloomy, mysterious, and in the gloomiest and scariest moment of them all, they put a Rammstein song.

I saw it in English original in the cinema, and at this point the audience burst out with laughter. OK, it was intended gloomy and mysterious, but it turned out surprising and silly (well, Rammstein is silly, anyway). So, it distracted the audience and tore them out of the gloomy mood.

And this is just what happens when you start the story with "My name is Ryan, I am eighty years old", or when Franka congratulates him although his sentence is not quite "sehr gut". It distracts from the mood a little bit, but that's about it. Sometimes you enjoy stuff on the internet more if you don't understand the language.

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby milagros317 » Sun Oct 24, 2010 4:17 pm

Great episode. :D
I wonder if Franka will turn him over to the girl he once rejected? That would be scary for him.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: German...for Beginners

Postby datblygu » Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:16 pm

I had hoped to finish the story by this post but it's a question of finding the time to do it. Thanks for hanging in there. The next post will see it completed as I have already worked out the ending.

I automatically looked in the direction Franka nodded.

A beautiful auburn haired girl was studying the cafe tables. She was clearly looking for someone. Dressed as she was in a dark leather coat with some kind of hat upon her head I had the immediate photographic impression of the rive gauche, Paris circa 1950. A shock of vivid colour about her neck offset the monochrome of that image.

I couldn't help staring, the girl was stunning. Could that really be Siân?

The shock of my little predicament didn't register itself immediately - rather like that moment of ominous calm after you stub your toe - just before the pain crashes in!

Realisation crashed in pretty quickly then. Instinct took over. I frantically tried to pull my hands out of my pockets as I automatically got to my feet. It was an entirely involuntary response - a need to flee! A primeval urge to just get out of danger (or in this case a hideously compromising position). However, my hands were held fast. Ridiculously, I was almost surprised at this! As if I had half-hoped Franka would not have done a good job of tying me up! Panicking somewhat, I tried pulling harder at my hidden bonds. Nevertheless, I remained her prisoner.

I was also attracting some curious glances from the other tables.

Franka leaned towards me and gripped my forearm. In a pleasant but firm voice she instructed me to sit back down. I was breathing hard now - through my nose obviously - and feeling a little light-headed on account of it. My breath steamed out of both nostrils and rose up around me in a cloud. It would not do to hyperventilate right now, I knew I had to calm down.

I looked at Franka for guidance. Surely she didn't mean for this meeting to take place? It had to be a bad thing! She didn't looked worried in the slightest however, but rather offered me an encouraging smile. Her confident authority did the trick - it pulled me out of my panic. I sat back down.

"It's ok Ryan, just sit still. There is nothing to worry about" she soothed. "I have asked Siân to join us for coffee" she explained flatly - like it was a normal state of affairs for one of the happy party to be tied and gagged. "I thought it would be nice for you two to meet up again."

My panic response abated but I was feeling confused and not a little angry. Angry at Franka for having placed me in this situation. I glared impotently at her through the dark shades but she had already got to her feet as Siân, by this time, had spotted us (or, more likely, spotted the ridiculously dressed idiot in the puffa jacket thrashing about at the table) and was on her way over.

My hitherto delicious bonds now felt odious to me. Of course I couldn't meet anyone I knew in this condition! It was inconcievable! My wrists also hurt where the ropes had chafed the skin during my panicked attempts to get free. Where a short time ago the mouth-filling sponge held fast by the cloying tape had sent me into raptures of sexual delight it now felt like a kind of alien invader growing relentlessly larger by the second.

"Hi Franka!" Siân laughed, "It's good to see you."

The two women kissed and embraced. I didn't know where to look. As I had just discovered, escape was not possible despite all my animal instincts telling me (still) to run. I was utterly mortified! I felt like some kind of pervert. Could this horror of horrors actually be happening? Oh why had I allowed Franka to do this to me?

I looked down at the table and fixed my attention on Franka's coffee cup. It is a trick I often use in times of stress - to study some inanimate object. The very effort of concentration can divert the mind from any present tension or unpleasantness.

I considered that this foolish bondage game was very much over now! The shame of this ill-conceived meeting would dampen any thrill I was enjoying as surely as if someone were to douse me with a fire hose. Whatever screwy game Franka was playing, Siân would surely be repulsed.

"Hi Ryan, how are you?" spoke a soft and familiar voice.

I didn't want to look up but I had no choice. Siân was smiling down at me expectantly. She clearly couldn't know about the rope and gag - could she? I briefly caught an impression of her open mouth - the whiteness and evenness of her teeth struck me forcibly. God she was lovely! How come I had never realised this before? Was I some kind of 'inept'?!

(She told me much, much later that she had "felt my pain" or, more accurately, my mortification. Still, it didn't help much at the time.)

"I hear you've had a good first term in UCL." she continued. Her perfect smile remained natural and friendly. Oh God! She must think me so rude not replying to her but what could I do for pity's sake?! My lips were literally sealed (...and some!). Any kind of sound I could manage through the horrid mouth packing would be both ghastly and ludicrous. Why was Franka putting Siân and myself through this?!?!

I looked to Franka for help. I would have pleaded if I could. She was in loco parentis after all. Well, kind of! Franka was smiling slyly, clearly enjoying my discomfort just like she had last night when quizzing me about my fondness for turtlenecks. That 'look' of hers re-triggered something in the pit of my stomach. That curious delight at having no option but to submit and, despite my anger, my groin swelled with illicit rapture.

"Mmm-mmm!" I grunted faintly whilst attempting gingerly to shift my bound wrists. I didn't want to draw unwanted attention to myself in the cafe any more than I already had.

Franka continued to look at me.

"As I explained over the telephone Siân, Ryan is a little tied-up right now...isn't that correct, Ryan?"

I winced at the corny pun but was relieved that Franka had decided to explain things at last. Although, exactly what had been "explained over the telephone" was another matter? What was going on here?

Siân chuckled, although she looked a little embarrassed too.

"It's ok Ryan, Franka explained that she was helping you to play out a 'dare'." she giggled. "I am sure there'll be time to catch up later. Oh! yes please Franka, a hot chocolate would be really good. Thanks."

I looked hard at Franka. Just what the hell had she been telling Siân? What bloody "dare"!?! Franka, however, just grinned back at me clearly reveling in her power. Yes! This was outrageous! But...I was getting immensely turned-on again. My bondage, a little less odious now, would not be ignored - whatever the circumstance - and, of course, I was totally at Franka's mercy still.

Siân sat down at the little table whilst Franka headed indoors to find the waiter. Depositing her handbag carefully on the back of her chair she placed her elbows delicately on the table top and locked her gloved fingers together to cradle her chin. She glanced around the cafe a little before turning to regard me. She seemed - as I said - slightly abashed with the whole scenario herself and, despite everything, I felt calmer and less ashamed now. After all, why should I be ashamed? None of this was my doing - whatever Franka had told Siân!

Siân fidgeted, blew out her cheeks and leaned forward as if she wanted to explain something.

"Well, I guess this is a strange way for us to meet up again, Ryan?" she started.

I nodded slowly.

Siân looked at me curiously. It must have been difficult for her because there was nothing she could fix on - nose, mouth and eyes were all veiled. I must have presented quite a sinister sight.

"Are you sure you're ok?" she asked solicitously with a slightly worried look.

I was spared further awkwardness by Franka's return.

The newly ordered hot chocolate followed swiftly and the two women chatted away as women do leaving me to my own devices.

I felt able to take time to study Siân properly. My first impressions had not been false - she simply looked stunning! With her dead straight lustrous copper hair topped by what I could now see was a beret and her chic scarf tied snugly around her neck she looked like the Breton mistress of some eminent French intellectual. That is to say, she was both stylish and assured.

It was sobering to realise how poor my judgment had been as I recalled, with renewed shame, the period eighteen months ago when I had dated her - or rather tried not to date her. What a useless fool I was! Well, I was being soundly punished for my ignorance now, alright.

I sat there in impotent silence whilst the women talked. Siân would turn to catch my eye anxiously every now and then as if checking I was ok. Franka sensed Siân's concern and reassured her that I was fine.

"Ach! And are you ok Ryan? Do you need to be released?" My German teacher enquired semi-dramatically. I think it must have been one of those 'rhetorical' questions because she did not move a muscle to help. She seemed impatient to continue her conversation with Siân.

Whilst the women discussed Siân's progress in her History degree I considered again my predicament. Punishment it may be - probably for disregarding Siân's loveliness - or more likely for being so dumb as not to recognise a wonderful thing when it presented itself. I understood that now. Siân had been Franka's star pupil and protégé - they had remained very close and Franka would have known all about my weak and half-hearted courtship. She was now teaching me a lesson and having her bit of fun as well.

But it was not so bad really...was it? I mean, Hell! Until last night, any kind of tie up game or sexual encounter existed only in my dreams! And now this - sitting fettered and muzzled at the mercy of two attractive and confident women. A lot could happen in twenty-four hours it would seem!

The chocolate and the coffee had long been finished when Franka and Siân stopped chatting and attention turned to me once again. I could quite easily tell what they were thinking - what was done be done with Ryan?

"Siân, can you believe that Ryan has sat there in silence for so long?" Franka teased. "I would not have thought it possible!"

Siân chuckled shyly. (She told me later that she had guessed I was gagged under the face mask)

"Maybe we could let you have a drink now Ryan, hey?" she offered half glancing at Franka. Bless you Siân, I thought.

But Franka was not so accommodating.

"Well, it's up to you but I have to go now Siân, I have many things to do before this evening. Why don't you take Ryan for a little walk round Cardiff and show him your flat - it would be better to 'release' him there perhaps?" she declared.

"Ryan," she said addressing herself to me, "Siân will take over your care duties now, ok? May I say, however, that you have done really well to keep it up and have definately won that bet! I have invited you both to my house for dinner tonight, Ok?"

She then mischievously added,"Be good Ryan, or Siân may keep you tied-up all day!"

"MMmmmmm!!??"

I was stunned. I didn't see this coming. I had invested all my emotional (and real) security in Franka! She owned me whilst I was tied up like this - surely she could not desert me now? It made me feel strangely unnerved.

All at once I was on my feet and being led down the steps out to the pavement. Franka and Siân both looped their arms in mine so we were three abreast on the busy pavement. It felt good to be walking again, however. I somehow felt liberated now I was out of the cafe. An illusion of course because I was still very much at someone else's mercy.

A blur of good-byes, Franka's brief kiss on my covered cheek and Siân and myself were alone.

"Ok Ryan, let's get you back to my flat, you must have had quite enough of that face thing and that stupid hat!" Siân intoned.

We started to walk up towards Park Place. I guessed her flat must be in the Cathays area which is where most students reside whilst in Cardiff. Siân held me close as we traversed Boulevard de Nantes and made our way into St Andrew's Crescent. Siân then steered me down a little alleyway some way before stopping and turning me to face her.

"Right, let's get that thing off you so I can look at you, then maybe we can have a proper conversation...?"

I didn't think this was going to work for obvious reasons but I was powerless to stop her remove my sunglasses and pull down the clinging snood.

"Bloody Hell!" Siân exclaimed as she stared upon Franka's handiwork.

I rolled my eyes as if to say See what I mean?

Siân, after a split second's thought (so typical of her), let the mask spring back to its original position over my nose.

"Ok, Ryan. We'll take it off back at mine. I can't possibly undo all that tape out here in the street. Are you ok? Can you breathe all right?"

She seemed quite anxious about my well being but I nodded and mmphhhh'd as best I could and we continued our walk.

The rest of the trudge was uneventful save for Siân asking me every couple of minutes if I could breathe! She was clearly concerned I may pass out on the road leaving her with a very awkward situation. Yes Officer he is a friend of mine - well, we dated once, and no Officer he's just tied himself up for a dare. I just kept us both walking.

Siân's flat was in a converted terraced house near the Woodville pub. It was holiday time so none of her flat mates were there - they would all have been at home with their parents thank goodness. As soon as we were through the front door Siân ran to the bathroom to fetch a pair of nail scissors. I remember thinking the bathroom would be a really good place for me to visit too - I had not been since Franka had 'dressed' me in her house some three hours ago!

"Let's get that hat off you Ryan then I can cut the tape away."

Oh, the relief when Siân untied the hat strings underneath my chin. The hat came away easily and I was aware how sweaty my hair had become. Siân carefully lifted up the snood and pulled it up over my head. The cool air felt good. Now for the tape.

"Wow, Ryan!" Siân exclaimed with a serious face,"I can't believe you sat like this for so long! What were you thinking of?"

"MMMmmmmmmmmm!!!!!! I replied. This is nothing to do with me!!!!!!

She sat me in a chair in the kitchen and ran her hands around my head looking for a place to start cutting the tape. She settled on just below my left year - not too far from my jugular I considered ruefully...oh well.

The duct tape came away in one thick layer. The bit at the back of my neck was something of an ordeal as my hair was longer in those days. All that remained now was the medical cloth tape covering most of my face.

"I am going to peel this away carefully Ryan, a bit at a time ok?

"Hmm-mmm." I agreed.

Starting at the top by the delicate skin around the eyes she teased the tape away until she had enough of it free from my skin to grasp it properly. Then, she somehow peeled the whole piece off in one go right down to the throat. It was stuck quite firmly by now and would not have got loose of its own accord.

Siân tutted as she glimpsed the white sock now poking out from between my lips. What! There's more? she clearly thought. Her deft fingers pinched the sodden mass and yanked it out. It fell onto the floor with a splat. It didn't look unlike an alien!

I spluttered and coughed whilst Siân dried her fingers in a hankie - wow, some reunion!

"Thanks." I manage to say in a croaky voice.

"You're welcome." Siân replied.

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby milagros317 » Sun Nov 28, 2010 12:23 pm

Wonderful continuation. I'm eager to see the conclusion. :D

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby Jack Roper » Tue Nov 30, 2010 8:18 pm

Your stroy has gone into some twists and unexpected turns. Franka appears to be a benevolent soul--hooking up Ryan with his old girrlfriend, and now he is possibly at her mercy. I can't wait for the next episode!

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby canuck100 » Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:27 am

Love it! I hope she re-gags him in the next part and keeps him tied up!

Re: German...for Beginners

Postby datblygu » Sat Jan 01, 2011 8:41 am

Not quite the last post for this story but time eludes me all too often

I took some moments to regain the use of my facial muscles. From my hunched seating position I found myself with a close proximity view of Siân's finely crafted leather boots. I followed the salient from the pointy toe up to where boot ended and the woollen tweed cloth of her slacks took over. I continued right up to where her typically female silhouette was enhanced by the cut of her shiny leather coat. She was quite some girl.

I finally met her eyes. Large, slightly amused but essentially kind. They observed me with a tenderness that melted my heart. We looked at each other for a few moments then burst out laughing, any tension and awkwardness vanishing like so much mist in the midday Autumn sun.

"Bloody Hell! Siân," I finally said shaking my head, "What must you be thinking?!"

"What should I think Ryan?" she smirked. "...that you enjoy being tied-up?"

Siân indicated for me to stand and she started to unzip the big puffa jacket. My bound state being finally revealed I automatically looked away, still a little ashamed at what had been done to me but she reached out with her hand to turn my face back to hers.

"It's ok Ryan, I also think you look cute." she added. "Would I also be correct in thinking that you must also be very hungry and thirsty by now?"

"Well, I could murder a cup of tea if that's what you mean?" I smiled back at her. I meant it too.

Siân then surprised me by stepping up close and planting a kiss on my lips.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "What was that for?"

Something took over then, an insistent attraction that took full possession of us both. I lifted up my bound wrists and brought my arms down and around Siân's svelte loveliness. I held her close and we kissed slowly and lovingly.

"Jeez, that happened fast...." was all I could think of to say.

"Maybe I should untie you." Siân smiled before adding, "...for a little while at least."

My wrists finally freed I gratefully shed the all-enveloping puffa jacket. Siân took this opportunity to divest herself of the black leather coat and I watched like a bewitched child as she seemed to slide out of it with extreme grace and let it fall onto the nearby sofa. She then carefully removed her beret and set it on top of the coat before she noticed me looking at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking how great you look actually."

And she did look great. So many things about Siân seemed to have changed. She was simply gorgeous now. She may well have been so before and I had just not seen it. Gone were the goofy trainers and shapeless tracksuits. Gone was the hair band pulling back her silky hair from her freckly face. She was now sex on two legs. And what great legs - encased as they were by her Tweed slacks tucked into the knee-high boots. Whilst on top I could now see that she wore a black turtleneck sweater but had augmented the collar of her sweater with the addition of a patterned silk scarf folded into a three-inch band. The scarf had been wrapped one complete loop around her neck before being tied off at the side leaving the ends hanging down towards her breast in the fashion of air stewardesses the world over. As wide a band as the scarf made it still left the top rim of her turtleneck just exposed. The scarf was a typically feminine touch and I was mesmerised!

"Thanks," Siân said as we re-engaged for another kiss, "I don't remember you ever saying anything like that to me before though, Ryan. I used to think you didn't like me."

I thought carefully.

"Well, back when we were at school together Siân you always used to wear those horrible tracksuits and trainers and stuff like that." I laughed so as to soften the criticism. "I had no idea you could ever look chic like this!"

"Oh really?" Siân replied.

Something I have learnt over the years is that you never, ever criticise how a woman looks. No matter how well meaning the criticism or if it is delivered in a constructive and gentle fashion.

"And so you approve of my dress sense now do you Ryan?"

"Hell! Yes!" I whispered before kissing her again.

"I see. Well come and have something to eat now Ryan before you collapse on me." Siân said matter-of-factly as she pulled out a kitchen chair and bid me sit down.

"Mind if I spend a penny first?" I asked.

"Sure. The toilet's through there."

I took a long satisfying pee and considered joyfully what had just passed. I hoped that my first real kiss with Siân wasn't going to be my last! There was no doubt that Siân as she was now was a totally different proposition to the gawky girl that I had first dated. In fact, I felt a little intimidated by her maturity. Here was I a swaggering first year student at a London university back home to supposedly wow the girls with my newly acquired big city sophistication feeling totally outclassed by a one-time classmate who I had previously dismissed as an irritation.

Siân had got busy in the kitchen. We lunched on standard student fare - eggs on toast - and pots of tea followed by Jaffacakes - washed down with more pots of tea. Ask anyone who has experienced student life in the UK and they will wax nostalgic about such a repast.

"So, Ryan? What made you want to be tied up like that?" Siân asked a little out of the blue.

"Look, Siân," I groaned, "I already explained, I didn't ask to be tied up! It was Franka's mad idea."

Siân acted like she hadn't heard a word I said.

"And why would you stuff a big spongy sock in your mouth and tape yourself up?" she continued. "That's pretty weird isn't it, Ryan?"

I reddened as she knew I would.

So I smiled and thought for a moment. Sat across the table from me was my old school friend and only love interest: if I could say still say that of her. She had blossomed into a stunning young woman and furthermore, had just witnessed me - Ryan Johannsen, self-acknowledged pervert of the first order - in a state of bound and gagged helplessness. Was there any real point in pretending it meant nothing to me?

"Siân." I ventured cautiously, "Do you remember two summers ago when I took you out a couple of times?"

Siân fought down a little smirk, "Oh let me think...did we ever date?" she teased.

I gave her an ironic smile. I asked for that.

"Yes, well...It's just that there are some things you don't know about me Siân. We never really talked about ourselves back then, did we?" I stole a glance at her. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say ...and...?

"Well, um, it's like this." Gosh! This was proving more difficult than I imagined. It would have been a whole lot easier if she wasn't so damn attractive (and if I didn't fancy the arse off her!)

"It's true. I have always had a thing about being...umm...tied-up."

There. I had said it. No more pretence. It was 'out there'. Siân took another small bite of her sandwich.

"I never talked about it before because it makes me sound weird and kinky."

Siân raised an ironic eyebrow but didn't comment so I went on.

"Well anyway, I had to stay over at Franka's house last-night after my German lesson because of this snow and...well, we got talking about stuff and things got a little out of hand." (or into hand as it turned out)

I stopped as I realised that I shouldn't go into any detail about what had actually happened. I felt sure Franka would not wish me to report that she had stripped me naked, tied-me up and had her wicked way with me! I needed to think fast...

"And I told Franka about it and...that was all. And then this morning she suggested driving into town for coffee but insisted on tying me up as you saw. It was her idea. I didn't know she was going to invite you along, of course!"

There was silence as Siân finished off her Jaffacake.

"I know Ryan." Siân said after the pause, "Franka told me all about it."

I knew it! I should have guessed...

"What exactly did she tell you Siân?!?!" I asked nervously.

Siân sat back a little in her chair and pulled her legs up underneath her.

"Well....firstly Ryan, Franka and myself talk all the time. We have even talked about you." I shot her a glance. "She told me ages ago that she was giving you German lessons and about how you always turned up wearing a poloneck." she giggled. "Is that correct?"

I looked down - embarrassed.

"She wondered if you had picked up any compromising political tattoos in your first term at UCL!" I had to join in her laughter.

"Then she told me that she guessed what it was about." Siân shook her head disbelievingly. "And to think that I told her that she was simply imagining it!"

I felt very embarrassed but also relieved that I had been thus exposed. I was just a little discomfited by how clearly Franka had read me.

Siân and I regarded each other silently, each lost in our own thoughts - or maybe in the same ones, who knows..?

"So, Ryan" Siân said eventually, "Let me get this right. The most generous thing I can do for you right now is to tie you back up again, is that correct?"

I gulped hard. A sexual thrill charged through my belly like a lava flow. I felt quite disconcerted and laughed to hide my embarrassment.

"Well...?" Siân pressed.

"Umm...What would you use to tie me up with?

"The rope you came her already tied-up in! Duh!"

"Ok, ok, but have you ever tied anyone up before Siân? I asked.

She didn't answer but got up from her chair to retrieve Franka's rope from the corner of the kitchen where it had got tossed.

My trembling hands were guided round behind me and placed palm to palm. I felt for the third time only in my life the inimitable kiss of rope on bare wrist. There is no more thrilling a feeling in my view - I am sure you would agree.

My heart pounded - seemingly enough to shake the chair - as Siân looped the cord around and around my slender wrists. I felt the bond tighten as she cinched the loops crosswise. My wrists were inexorably pressed together.

Siân tugged the ropes to check I was secured firmly then walked back to her chair the other side of the table.

Lifting her tea cup to her lips she observed me wryly.

Suddenly, Siân frowned and shot a glance at her wristwatch.

"Oh I almost forgot Ryan." she said.

"What?" I asked fighting for breath.

"Oh! Nothing really, it's just that my boyfriend is coming round in half an hour."

I was suddenly jolted out of my rapture. "Your boyfriend!" I exclaimed. I was stunned. I had not even stopped to consider that this ravishing woman would have a boyfriend! In my typically arrogant male way I had assumed that there was a newly sprung but already established attraction between us.

"Ye-ess." Siân confirmed calmly enough, like she had not just metaphorically slipped a ten-inch dagger between my ribs. I firmly believe that females make the best assassins.

"Oh!" I murmured, the colour draining from my face as my life blood oozed from out the wound. I felt crushed.

"Are you okay Ryan?" Siân asked seriously. "You seem a little pale, you have had quite a day after all."

"Ah! Yes, I'm fine Siân - please don't worry about me." I got to my feet and tugged at my bindings. They would not budge. "Perhaps you had better untie me now Siân, please."

"Why Ryan? I've only just tied you up. Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Yes. I mean No! Well, if your damned boyfriend is on his way over then I really shouldn't be here in your kitchen with my hands tied should I?!" I answered a little testily.

Siân tutted theatrically, "What's the matter Ryan? You're not jealous that men find me attractive are you?

"Well you might have told me Siân!" I remonstrated. "You know...before we started kissing!" .

Siân started to laugh.

"You look even cuter when you're cross Ryan. Like a child who can't get his own way."

"Well, are you going to untie me then Siân?" I said, "Thanks for lunch but I think I'd like to go now."

"No." Siân said firmly. "I need you to stay actually, Ryan. But not out here. Come!"

What on earth was going on? I watched incredulously as Siân walked around to my side of the table, took me by the arm and led me into her bedroom.

"Are you crazy Siân? What are you thinking of...?" I demanded. "Untie me at once please!"

"Shhhh! Relax Ryan, you'll be fine. I'll explain later."

Siân appeared to be in grip of barely suppressed excitement as she at me on the bed.

"Now, don't go away Ryan, I shall be right back."

I tried my wrist bonds again but they were securely tied. I couldn't get loose, just like at Franka's house. Boy! Where had Siân learned this kind of stuff?

"Ok Ryan, we don't have a great deal of time so I shall have to hurry."

Siân had re-entered the room carrying what looked like more rope and some scarves. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I watched her deposit everything behind me on the bed.

"I rinsed it out." she explained as she presented to my startled eyes the big sponge Franka had gagged me with.

"No Siân...." I started to say as she compressed it in her fingers before grabbing the back of my neck and pressing the massive thing to my lips.

"Sorry Ryan, it has to go back in."

"Aggg-mmmmphhh!!!"

I tried to squirm away but Siân was quite fit and strong and held my head in a vice like grip as she poked and prodded the wad into place.

"Stop struggling Ryan!" she admonished, "I'll go easier on you if you do."

I stopped.

"Good boy! Now lie down."

She pushed me back onto the bed and climbed up to straddle me. Heck!!!!

"That was too easy Ryan." she chided as she leant on her elbows and stared down into my chipmunk face.

Her hair was falling into my face and she brushed it away unsuccessfully.

It's going to be difficult to kiss you now that you are gagged..." she started to say before bringing her face down to mine. I felt her tongue follow my distended lips and she again brushed away a stray hair which had become stuck to our mouths.

I should not have to tell you that I turned-on to the nth degree.

Siân pulled away for a moment and reached for something on the bed. It was the horrid orange snood.

"Mmmm?" I queried.

"Shhhh!" Siân hushed me.

Siân folded the nylon snood into a two-inch band then placed a portion of it between my lips. With my mouth already plugged I did not think that I need to be cleave gagged as well but Siân pulled the material tight before aligning it with my mouth. It could not be tied of course but she rather ingeniously pulled it behind me head and crossed it into a figure of eight before bringing the newly created loop back over my face.

"Agmmmmmmpphhhh!" I protested as the tightened material bit deep into my mouth and jaw.

"I think we can just get it over Ryan - poor thing." Siân said as she struggled to bring the second loop down over my contorted face. I had some relief when the tight band finally found it's resting place on top of the first band now pulled deep into my plugged mouth.

I grunted to let Siân know that the gag was too tight - but she was already reaching for something else.

"Silk scarves Ryan. I love them! I bet you didn't know that about me, hey?" she beamed.

She tied a white scarf about my eyes knotting it at the back of my head. But what I did not expect was for her to apply another scarf to me mouth!

"You'd better not dribble on this, Ryan!" she warned as I felt the cool silk cover my gaping mouth and envelope my jaw and chin. She tied it in a curious way behind my head which made the scarf seem to pull my jaw shut whilst also sealing the blindfold in a tighter fit. Only later did I learn that the trick was to knot the gag scarf above the knot of the blindfold.

My head felt more encased than when Franka had taped it up only this morning.

I could no longer see of course but Siân was still on top of me and I felt her breath close to my nose.

"Tres mignon, Ryan. But there is no time to dally. Up!"

Siân pulled me into a seating position on the edge of the bed and then got me to stand.

"Easy Ryan, I dont want you to fall. Just walk this way a little."

Siân led me gingerly for a few small steps before I heard the creak of a door being opened. Where were we going I wondered??

I noted a slightly musty smell overlaid with Siân's perfume.

"Ok Ryan, just step up a little - that's it and mind your head. Good, now carefully try and sit down.

Siân had steered me skillfuly into her wardrobe!

"I just want you out if sight whilst Wayne is here, Ryan. Please don't make any kind of sound ok?"

"Ggmmmmffff!!!!!!!!!"

I was sat in her wardrobe amidst veils of unidentifiable clothes brushing my head. With my back against the side of the wardrobe I did not even have sufficient room to stretch out my legs in front of me.

"I just need to tie your legs, Ryan." Siân explained as I felt cord being looped about my ankles.

There were some hushed expletives as Siân fought with tying several knots within the confined space. Poor Siân! She then brought one long section of rope up to my crotch ordering me to lift my bum of the floor a little. I did so and the length of rope went under my bum and was attached to my bound wrists.

Great. Now I couldn't straighten my legs even if I wanted to escape from the wardrobe.

I sensed Siân's presence close by my left ear.

"I've been seeing Wayne off and on for about two months Ryan. I invited him over today so as to tell him that I don't want to see him as a boyfriend any longer. He's a really nice guy - you'd like him. But there is one small problem. You see, he doesn't like being tied up! And I do so like bondage, Ryan."

"Gmmm?"

"I'll make sure he doesn't stay too long. Don't suffocate on me Ryan!" Siân said as she planted a kiss upon my head.

I felt a momentary compression of warm air as the door slammed shut and a key turned in the lock.
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Re: German...for Beginners

Postby datblygu » Sat Jan 01, 2011 8:47 am

PS>no marks for spotting the obvious error in the last couple of lines! More haste less hurry shall be my motto from now on.

nb. error now amended 3rd Jan
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