33°

Postby datblygu » Fri Jan 01, 2010 2:41 pm

Around 2007/8 I had a relationship with an attractive young woman by the name of Annabelle. Annabelle was a professional graphic designer from London who had moved to work in Bath in the West of England. She had bought a cottage in a little Wiltshire village about a half-hour drive south-west of Bath. Annabelle and I had met via a mutual friend and had got on pretty well from the very first moment. Just as the mutual friend had remarked - we were "primed for one another" and in a short space of time we were lovers.

I worked in Bristol at that time (not very far from Bath) and, although Annabelle and I never cohabited as such (I still had my own place in Cardiff), I found myself staying around her place pretty much most of the time. Annabelle, although relatively new to the village, had settled in very well and had made many friends there. Accordingly, I, too, was welcomed into her social network of female friends and their respective spouses.

Now I have to put in a disclaimer here and own that the following scenario did not happen quite as described. I include it here, however, because Annabelle and myself had joked about the possibility of it occurring at any time. And believe me it could have! I just thought it was too good a tie-up story not to ever get told. Aside from the names being (slightly) altered every detail in the story is valid.

Most midweek evenings I would catch the train from Bristol to Bath to meet up with Annabelle at her office. We would then drive to her village where I would stay over. During the winter months we would socialise, cook, watch films, drink a lot of wine and make love. And boy did we make love.

Let me describe Annabelle to you. She is English, six foot tall, slender, strawberry blonde with rather a square-jawed Germanic face (her grandfather came from Saxony). She was brought up to be quite 'posh' as would befit a privileged young lady from Surrey but Annabelle, to her credit, did not display any airs or graces. She was, and is, lovely.

I had brought up the subject of bondage quite early on in our relationship and after, at first, finding it a little puzzling she had taken to it with enthusiasm. Not, I have to add, the all-consuming enthusiasm of a true bondage lover (like myself), but she found it fun and became very inventive in her methods of securing me to her very large bed when it was my turn - which was often.

On quite a few nights Annabelle would have her local girl friends round to the house for a 'girlie' evening where they would drink a helluva lot of wine and talk girl talk. On such occasions I would beat a hasty retreat to the village pub along with the spouse of whichever girl friend had called round. There were two usual suspects - Steve and Paul - husbands of Juliet and Miriam respectively. Us 'boys' would have a few games of pool and several beers before heading back to Annabelle's to break up the evening and happily head home. Being a school night we were never too late.

I was not to worried then when one Wednesday evening as we pulled up at her cottage Annabelle mentioned to me that Juliet and Miriam would be coming round later.

"That's fine honey, I'll go out with the lads for a few beers. I haven't seen them for awhile anyway. It'll be good to catch-up." I had said.

Afer a light tea, Annabelle came off the telephone to mention to me that neither couple had been successful in obtaining a baby sitter that evening, Being a small village, baby sitting was usually carried out by a local teenage daughter of a trusted neigbour. If the girl had school the next day then she might not be available.

"So I can't see that you'll be able to go out with the boys Huw", Annabelle had stated disappontedly.

"They'll have to stay to look after the kids. That's a bit inconvenient 'cos Juliet & Miriam still want to come around for a chat."

"Well, I could read upstairs all evening? I wouldn't get in the way, would I?" I asked her as we washed the dishes. Whilst she had her hands in the sink water I grabbed her round her middle and kissed her neck.

"Or I could become an honorary girlie for the night and talk handbag and shoes with you all down here!" I joked.

She smiled and pushed me off,

"No. I don't think that would be good for us girls. What about if you go around to one of the guys' houses instead?" she suggested.

I wasn't too keen on this idea. Not that I disliked Steve or Paul it was just that afer a long day in work I didn't wish to spend the evening in someone else's house. It seemed reasonable enough to me. Why could I not just stay upstairs and relax?

Annabelle didn't answer but rather untied the apron and give me a peck on the cheek.

"Well, whatever we decide let's go and have our bath and relax for a while. The girls won't be here for an hour yet."

We often took a bath together. It was just something nice to do and did not have to lead to sex every time. We both appreciated the skin to skin contact and the affection it generated and we rarely spoke during these bath-times. Perhaps both being content in our own thoughts.

On this occasion Annabbelle had been having some very devious thoughts as I was about to learn.

After our soak Annabelle busied herself getting dressed whilst I shaved in the sink and brushed my teeth.

I padded out into the bedroom in my bathrobe to find Annabelle fully dressed in a pair of slacks and a poloneck (the English term for a turtleneck). She had placed the straightback chair which usually sat in the corner piled high with clothes into the middle of the room. She was standing next to it and bid me sit down.

"Why?" I asked a little bemusedly. Stupid! Really stupid!

"We'll have to try a little experiment tonight darling", she explained smiling sweetly. "You'll probably enjoy it if I know you!" She patted the seat of the chair,

"Come on! Sit down. The girls will be here soon".

"I'm still none the wiser" I said as I sat down and looked about me.

A had pulled open one of the drawers in her dresser and retrieved a coil of the soft rope we used in our tie-up games. Recognition dawned. And not a moment to soon.

"Are you serious?" I laughed.

Annabelle, smiling wickedly, walked past me while unravelling the rope.

"Why not?!" she responded.

"You and your bloody bondage fantasies Huw! You've related so many to me and now one of them is going to come and bite you on the bum".

I had in fact quizzed Annabelle as to whether any of her friends knew what we got up to in bed. I was interested to know if they knew that I had corrupted her! She always laughed it off and asked me if I really wanted her to tell them! Or was I just acting 'big'?

I was both intrigued and excited at the prospect of what she intended doing (i.e. keep me secured up in the bedroom whilst she entertained downstairs) but I also felt it was a little impractical and that, well frankly I didn't think she could pull it off. I told her so.

Big mistake! Me and my stupid mouth.

"Well I don't have time to debate it with you now Huw so shut your mouth and put your hands behind your back", Annabelle ordered.

Reaching around the back of he chair I realised from the very slight yet unmistakable steely tone of her voice that she was serious about doing this. I shut-up and decided to submit to her demands. I was beginning to get quite turned on too.

Annabelle pulled my wrists up towards my head thus making my elbows point down in a kind of "W" shape. She had done this before in earlier games and it had surprised me how inventive she had been - I had not thought of it myself and many times she had gagged me with the belt of her bathrobe and secured the ends to my wrists when bound in this fashion. Try it some time!

"Oh gosh!" I sniped. "We are serious, aren't we!"

Annabelle ignored the wisecrack and proceeded to lash my wrists with the first coil of rope. I knew from experience that she tied well and, once tied, I would be secure. There would be no getting free and this unnerved me a little as our tie-up games proscribed the tied-up person ever being left alone. But if Annabelle was going to be entertaining downstairs I was to be surely left up here - roped to a chair!

She finished tying the length of rope and went back to the dresser for another. She was in a bit of a hurry it would seem and she let forth a burst of mild expletives when she checked her watch. Nevertheless, her haste made her no less efficient in tying me up as she ran some rope around each of my biceps and around my chest. This held my wrists high on my back and eased some of the pressure on them. Although I could not see what she was doing I heard the whistle of a piece of rope being pulled through the slats of the chair on which I leant back. The rope was then further threaded between my "W" shaped arms and tied-off tightly. She didn't even ask if it was hurting any. This was unlike Annabelle.

"You must have finished now?" I asked. "I can't get free from this!"

"Maybe?", Annabelle responded absentmindedly. She stepped back to look at me and frowned.

"Just got to do your legs ok?"

"Look", I ventured, "How long are you going to keep me like this?"

"Why?" Annabelle replied, "Are you scared? Surely not?" she mocked. "I think you may have to stay like this all evening. Any more whinging and you will!"

That was that.

Annabelle finished off by securing my legs at both ankles and knees. I have to admit to having developed a raging stiffy at this point which kind of announced itself throught the loose front fold of my bathrobe. Annabelle smirked when she noticed it

"Thought so." was all she said and pulled the bathrobe together to hide it. She then walked out and I was alone.

Pointlessly I tugged at my bindings. I knew I was there until she saw fit to release me. I fought down a slight wave of panic as I realised my predicament. As I said, we never left each other alone if one of us was bound and, although I didn't want to appear a wimp, I was slightly concerned about being in this situation.

"Well", I said to myself, "at least I'm not gagged so nothing untoward can happen to me. It is just a question of enduring a little 'pleasurable' discomfort for a while and besides... I have imagined this scenario enough times!"

I could hear Annabelle at work with her toiletries in the bathroom. Presently she re-entered the bedroom with a little make-up applied. Now that the haste was over she was much more relaxed and stood in the doorway looking at me with a serene smile on her face. I complimented her on her rope-work. I couldn't move!

"That's the idea Huw", she said as she fiddled with putting her earrings in.

I thought for a moment and winked at her,

"Say Honey, we've got a little time before the women arrive. Why don't we use it to our (or rather my) advantage?", I teased, adding,

"I could jump you right now".

She finished the last earring and tutted at my 'coarseness'.

"Mmmm, I don't think so Tiger" she taunted. "In any case I'm not ready for you yet, despite how cute you look like that. Maybe after the girls have gone."

She slowly came over close to me and whispered,

"Do you think you can hold out?"

I closed my eyes and heaved a melodramatic smile.

"Oh well, I suppose I'll have to..."

After pecking me on the cheek Annabelle stood up straight and became more businesslike.

"I'd better get downstairs now to welcome the ladies so do you mind if I finish up?"

"What do you mean? I'm tied as tightly as can be..." I stated.

"Yes you are honey, but I need to gag you as well." she added nonchalantly as she sauntered over to the dresser.

"But Honey, you can't leave me here alone gagged" I stated with some concern.

"Oh you'll be fine. I'll be up to check on you regularly."

As she delved into the dresser drawer she half turned and said,

"And besides, I like to a man gagged...makes me feel really horny".

God! She knew how to be persuasive when she wanted to be!

She walked back over to my chair carrying...Oh shit!...the massive ball-gag I had purchased from a gay fetish shop in Sydney's trendy Paddington area. It had been little used as Annabelle didn't like it. It was a monstrous thing, way too big for her and nearly too damn big for me! Being intended, I guess, for gay men it was a hardcore item of equipment. It had no comfortable wide strap but, rather, a thin lanyard threaded through the middle which had to be tied at the back of the wearer's head. I had worn it a couple of times but the lanyard was painful for the wearer and left ugly weals on either side of my mouth. I had removed the lanyard with a view to simply using it as a mouth filling. Still, we hardly ever did.

"I thought you didn't like that" I challenged Annabelle.

"I don't but it's good enough to keep you quiet though." she countered.

She had sought out a soft white knee sock from her sock drawer and popped the massive red ball into the opening. Once she was satisfied it was nestled roughly in the middle she looked up at me.

"Shall we...?" she enquired pleasantly whilst walking over to me with my prospective gag outstretched.

My nerves got the better of me and I whimpered pathetically,

"Please don't honey, I don't want to be left like this"

A look of genuine concern flashed briefly across her face and in a solicitous tone she reassured me that I would be fine and that she would not let anything happen to me.

I forced myself to be calm, and be more of a man.

"Good" she breathed, "Now take a deep breath and relax. That's better. Now look up a little and open that pretty mouth."

She gently eased the huge globe past my lips and pushed it behind my teeth with her thumbs. I knew from experience that, large as it was, I could accommodate it fully - and even close my lips around it - albeit with difficulty. Taking the ends of the sock she walked round behind me and tied them with a knot. She pulled it very tight. I felt my tongue being squashed down as the outrageous gag invaded my oral cavity. Gosh it was tight! Tighter than I would ever have tied it.

I subsequently felt another knot being added and cinched firmly. Yep! I was gagged.

"Hmmm, that looks ok, how does it feel?" Annabele asked. I rolled my eyes at her and tried to smile. She chuckled.

"We're not through yet Tiger!" she added and walked back over to the dresser.

She came back carrying a couple of items. One of the items I noticed to my horror was my five inch posture collar which, like the gag, we never used as it was considered too extreme for our normal tie-ups.

"NNNmmmm?" I enquired.

But she just set the collar down on the bed and fiddled with a roll of medical adhesive tape which had been newly purchase from a website. It hadn't been used yet and she had to break the packaging to get it out.

Shit! This was getting heavy I thought as she pulled what seemed like a foot of tape away from the roll. The tape was particularly wide (around five inches or so) and I had only been able to purchase it online.

(I had only used medial tape once before with a partner and loved the way the contours of the wearer's lips were visible through the clinging fabric. It was one of the best gagging materials I had found. I had bought it to gag Annabelle but it looked like I was to be its first victim).

Annabelle cut off the massive portion and gingerly held it out - sticky side towards my face.

"Here goes honey Lets get you finished. Bring your lips together...I know that you can." she ordered gently.

With my heart pounding in my chest and my breath coming in ragged rasps I closed my lips as best I could and submitted to the appliction of the tape. I was told to lean my head back again and I inhaled the pungent adhesive as Annabelle laid the tape over the entire lower half of my face. It stretched from ear to ear and had to be folded a little around my nostrils. There was even enough left to be smoothed down below my chin. Annabelle worked her fingers dextrously to ensure a perfect attachment.

Annabelle had never seen me with tape over my mouth before and the sight seemed to please her. She studied the gag closely.

"Woooowwww!" she breathed slowly, but didn't add anything else.

The big collar was her final touch. Again, she was very careful in how she put it on me. It was so big that the wearer had to keep his or her head more than slighly raised - as if watching a movie in one of the ront-row seats of the cinema. There were two buckles at the back which A pulled onto the tightest setting.

I was almost too excited to be panicked and resolved to keep my cool despite the potential claustrophobia such an ensemble could produce.

It was then we heard the front door being rapped as Annabelle's guests finally arrived.

She brushed past me to go downstairs let them in. I heard the noisy chatter from below as greetings were exchanged and coats removed. The din died down a little as they passed on through to the lounge. For the first time I felt alone.

I also had a chance to get used to the tight bonds, The feeling of enclosure was total. In reality all I could really move were my eyeballs. I had no idea that Anabelle could have been capable of this.

Time passed. I fell into happy stupor. Now and then Annabelle would pop up to check I was still breathing! Each time she came up I noticed she was getting more giggly as her wine intake increased. There was also a noticeable increase in the noise level from downstairs. Juliet could be noisy at the best of times - but after a couple of glasses of wine she became positively loud!

I so badly wanted Annabele to come back upstairs, sit on my lap and grind herself into me.

Once I noticed a particularly loud shriek from downstairs followed by gales of incredulous laughter. Despite the state of headiness and constant arousal I was in I started to feel little left out. The girls seemed to be having a ball down there. Still, I knew Annabelle had to come up at some point and we were almost certainly going to make out later.

As these thoughts were coursing through my head. I heard Annabelle skipping up the stairs. Her eyes were both bright and a little mischievous as she virtually bounded up to me and asked how I was doing.

"MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm...." I weakly replied in a comic-sad tone.

"Oh poor baby!" she soothed putting on a mock pout and stroked my bandaged-up cheek.

"I tell you what!" she brightened, "Why don't you listen to some of your music honey? I've brought your iPod up with me".

I remember thinking it seemed like a good idea. Yes, some music would be fine. Ecstatic tie-ups are all very weIl but a little distraction might also be in order during these 'marathon' sessions.

The buds were duly placed in my ears and the little iPod shuffle snapped to the lapel of my bathrobe.

"I think a little darkness would help too" Annabelle added (a little evasively) as she procured one of her silk scarfs and applied it to my eyes. I didn't really see the point in a blindfold but Hey-ho.

The world turned black as she tied it off behind my head.

I felt her fingers fiddle with the Pod and nxt thing the insistent bass line of Thievery Corporation's "33°" blasted into my head.

Wow, it was loud! I thought. But I couldn't tell her.

I’m the president of the shadow government
The grand governor of the federal reserve
Public enemy
of the society
the one you cannot see
...the 33°


Sang Zee as the track throbbed relentlessly to its conclusion some four minutes later.

I knew Annabelle had gone back down to the lounge but it was some three or four tracks later that I sensed a presence in the room. Don't ask why because I couldn't see at all and the music was very loud. But we humans have better animal senses than we think and, now that I had sensed something, I concetrated hard to listen out.

Just at the end of Midlake's "Young Bride" I thought I heard a sharp whisper. Although brief it was very definate. The next track then kicked-in and any sonic clues to someone's presence were no longer available.

The biggest telltale sign, however, was a faint whiff of perfume - not Annabelle's! Our olfactory senses are the stongest we have and now I knew someone was in the room.

I gave an interrogative "Nmmphhhf?" but no reply was offerred.

My senses were on maximum alert now as I believed one of Annabelle's guests was here in the bedroom checking me out.

The music continued and, after a while, I sensed no further intruders around my 'space'.

Time passed again. Some while later - I am not really sure how long - my scarf blindfold was removed and Annabelle leaned over me to extricate the iPod buds.

"They've gone", she said.

There were questions I needed to ask her but she did not remove my gag.

Annabelle slowly, and with the grace of a female panther, started to undress in front of me. First came the poloneck and bra. Then slacks and panties followed.

She stepped out of the dishevelled trousers and walked over to me.

Untying the belt cord of my robe she examined my manhood.

"Well, I guess that must be quite sticky by now?" she chuckled. What could I say?

She pulled the front of the robe apart and sat down on me right there and then. With her arms crossed on my chest she coolly but not unaffectionately gazed at me.

"Hope you enjoyed your gag" she said, "Cause I think we'll use it again".

What then followed is not for inclusion here.

Post Script

I had nagged Annabelle ceaselessly to confirm my intimation about there being an intruder in our room. She held out for some time telling me I was delusional and just 'wishing'! Eventually, however, she explained everything.

Juliet and Miriam had been disappointed about my not having been invited to take a glass of wine with them and Juliet, particularly, had wanted to go and fetch me downstairs (neither of the women had an inkling about my 'confinement' of course). Annabelle, after a couple of glasses of wine, predictably spilled the beans. I figured that must have been the cause of the mad screeching I heard from below!

Of course, the women were all agog and wanted to see this site for themselves. Slightly nervous about the consequences Anabelle agreed but insisted that I know nothing of it. Hence the blindfold and iPod. Well, that worked!

Annabelle related with renewed embarassment how all three women had tiptoed into the room doing their utmost to keep themselves from giggling too loudly. Apparently, when they caught sight of me they were slightly shocked at first and worried for my welfare. I think the sight of my head held still in the black leather collar must have been quite shocking. Annabelle assured them I was fine.

Juliet had been most interested and wanted to remove my blindfold. Annabelle decided to pull them out of the room at that point. Apparently, Julia's last words on leaving for her own home were that she wished Steve was waiting home for her like that!

Poor Steve!

Re: 33°

Postby Spreadeagle » Fri Jan 01, 2010 3:25 pm

Bloody hell my friend what a story! Really liked it. Never thought about a W shaped tie before will have to try it some time. Cheers
Always looking for new TUG buddies :)

Re: 33°

Postby 07FG1 » Fri Jan 01, 2010 9:06 pm

Dang, that was a good story. Is there any revenge to be had on your part? I would deff be looking for a chance to get back at her and get even!

Re: 33°

Postby notvanillafella » Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:35 am

Great story! Thanks for sharing.

Re: 33°

Postby tyme115 » Wed Apr 28, 2010 4:14 pm

Excellent Story, you are one lucky guy!!! Thanks for sharing.

Re: 33°

Postby tyme115 » Thu Apr 29, 2010 4:04 pm

Can you or anybody tell me where you got this medical tape you speak of?

Thanks

Re: 33°

Postby tyme115 » Fri Apr 30, 2010 4:34 am

Can you or anyone tell me where you got the adheisive medical tape?

Thanks

Re: 33°

Postby datblygu » Sun May 02, 2010 3:43 am

tyme155

I got the adhesive tape from www.sub-shop.com. Only I notice that they do not stock it now - maybe worth while giving dropping them a line to see if more could be sourced. You may also wish to visit Ropeville chronicles at www.latexale.com this is an Italian couple who use it to devastating effect - http://www.latexale.com/pulp0.htm - maybe they could give you a lead...?

Good luck

Re: 33°

Postby tyme115 » Mon May 03, 2010 2:23 am

Thank you, will definately look into it.

Re: 33°

Postby tugsbd » Wed May 05, 2010 7:16 pm

Great story!
Depending on what side of the ropes you're on (inside or outside), it feels and looks exquisitely helpless being tied with the wrists pulled up close to the shoulder blades. A little hard on the shoulders, but the inescapability makes the discomfort worth it. Not to mention feeling/looking so exposed and vulnerable with the hands secured so out of the way.

The only time my arms were tied even close to that way was during a self-bondage hogtie I almost didn't get out of. If I hadn't been able to get to my knees and use the corner of my desk to nudge off the shoulder bondage keeping my wrists up, I never would have gotten loose on my own.
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.