Postby KP Presents » Thu Mar 23, 2017 3:56 am
We made our way into the kitchen, talking about nothing in particular as I made us both a sandwich, and we sat at the kitchen table. Eventually, however, as Colin stood up and walked towards me, I said “so, why don’t we play a game?”
“Do you have one in mind?”
“What do you think,” I said as Colin leaned over and gently kissed me. I returned the favour, before he took my hand and said “why don’t we go to your room?”
I nodded as we walked up the stairs, and Colin lifted the box of supplies from the wardrobe. “I think you’re going to enjoy this,” he said with a smile, as he took out two sponges, and handed them to me. “but first, let’s make sure your hands are protected.”
I nodded as I held the sponges and made fists with my hands, Colin kissing me again before he took the roll of silver tape, and turned my hands into grey boxing gloves. He then pulled a pair of sports socks up over them, and taped the tops of the socks to my arms, before he took a length of rope and walked behind where I was sitting on the bed.
“Be gentle with me, you naughty man,” I whispered as he crossed my wrists behind my back, and then used the rope to secure them tightly together, the rope going around and between my arms as I looked over my shoulder. Colin then took a longer length of rope, and passed it round my waist, forcing my wrists against my back and cinching it there – but then he took the rope round again, and as he walked in front of me he knotted it under my belly button, and let the long loose ends fall to the floor in front of me.
“You read my mind,” I said with a smile before he kissed me again, and said “of course – ready for the next set of ropes?”
I nodded as he took another long length of rope, and then walked behind me, passing it round my body below my chest. I let out a gasp as he pulled it tight, forcing my arms into my sides, and then wrapped it round me several times, above and below my chest, making sure it was neat and not trapped. I could feel the bands rubbing on my chest as he pulled them tighter – but I knew he was not done yet.
He then fed the rope between my arm and body on my left hand side, under the lower band, before he pulled it up ad back, tightening the band there as he took the rope around the back of my neck, and then under the ropes on the other side. I could feel the rope rubbing on the back of my neck, and it felt so nice as I saw the way my chest was forced out…
“Now, before I do anything else,” Colin said quietly, “I need to keep you quiet. Don’t want you calling out and raising the alarm, now do we?”
“I’ll be quiet, I promise,” I said as I saw him fold one handkerchief, put it in the centre of a second one, and then roll it into a tight band. He then nodded as he stood in front of me, waiting as I opened my mouth before he put the wad in and left the ends hanging outside.
He then took a knotted strip of towel, and pushed the knot into my mouth – with the hankies – before he tied the towelling strip around my head, and then tied the hankie round as well. This was new to me, but I nodded as he picked up the duct tape.
“Whhtbbtmher,” I mumbled, but I relaxed as he tore strips from the roll, and pressed them firmly over my mouth and chin, so that the cleave gag was covered. He then took the white medical tape, and wrapped that tightly round my head. As he did this, I moved a little, loving the way the ropes felt – and wondering what else he was going to do.
After the band of white tape, which pressed my cheeks in, came the silver tape over the top of that, and then he folded a blue silk square into a wide band, and tied that tightly over the whole arrangement. “I wonder how quiet that is going to make you,” Colin said as he tickled my sides – and as I squirmed round, not only did the ropes start to work their magic on me, I could barely make more than a mumbling sound.
“All right then,” Colin said as he folded a black scarf into a wide band, “ready?”
I nodded, and then my world was plunged into darkness as he tied the blindfold tightly round my head. I felt his hands on my arms as he helped me to stand up – and I knew what was going to be coming next. Something I really wanted to feel, but could only trust Colin to do to me.
I heard him kneeling down in front of me, and then a slight tug on my waist as he pulled on the loose ropes. That made me feel funny as well, but I braced myself and was ready for the feeling I was about to experience.
I heard him stand up and walked behind me, and then his arm between my legs, so I centred myself, calmed myself, prepared…
I felt the rope moving up between my legs, and pressing on my leggings, but there was something different – it seemed as if one bit was thicker, and as Colin pulled the rope up it pressed right on my…
OH… MY… GOD!!!
I felt the rope tighten even more, and whatever it was press on me where it felt the most different, the most unusual. I tried to squirm and push it away, but Colin secured the ropes, and there was no way I could move it by myself. I wriggled and squirmed, but it rubbed me there, and I began to feel very strange indeed. Strange in a nice way, I hasten to add, but I wondered just what it was there.
Colin then took my arms, and as I sat down that rubbed even more on me, so I sat as still as I could, feeling Colin use more ropes to secure my ankles together, and then to force my legs together below my knees. As he did this, his hands stroked down the back of my thighs, which I loved him doing – but as I moved, I groaned in response to everything…
“Are you all right,” I heard Colin say, so I nodded, sitting as still as I could as he tied the ropes off, and then helped me to lie on my side on the bed. Again, that pressure was making me feel strange and tingly, as I felt him slip my shoes off.
“now you just stay there,” I heard him say, “I’ll be back in a little while.” I nodded, and then I heard him walk off, the footsteps receding into the distance. Once I was sure he was out of earshot – as in I heard him walking down the stairs – I rolled onto my back and let out the longest, most welcome moan I could under the gag.
I tried to stay as still as I could, but even then, lying on my back, I could feel whatever it was pressing down, as well as the rope between my legs, and every slight shift…
I really cannot describe in words how it felt. I mean, looking back on the time when the Tornado Twins tricked me and Alicia, that was frightening and nice and strange and different – but this just seemed even more so.
And that was what was frightening me – that it really felt so good. Every little movement made it rub even more – and I could feel already a small damp patch there. I knew form what had happened before what that meant – and I admit it, I was scared and excited at the same time. Whatever it was Colin had done, it felt so good there, but I knew what was likely to happen if I moved too much – and I didn’t want that to happen.
Not yet anyway.
I then heard footsteps coming back up the stairs, and wondered what Colin was going to do now. They came close, and into the room, but nothing happened. I pictured Colin standing there, looking at me, and wondered what must be going through his mind.
He then turned and walked away again, and I relaxed a little – for a moment, I thought her was going to tickle me, and I had no idea how I would have reacted to that. As it was, however, I had a more pressing problem to deal with.
Namely, that my nose was itchy. I tried to move my face round – very difficult given the layers of tape and cloth – but the itch just grew stronger, and as I squirmed I felt the pressure working on me as well, and I could also feel I was getting damper underneath, and that made it feel so much better.
And so much more arousing…
But I needed to try and scratch that itch, and I knew Colin had gone downstairs, and therefore was out of earshot. I feared what would happen if I did this – u it felt I had no choice. In the past I would simply roll over onto my stomach and rub my nose until it stopped itching – surely that would work now…
Slowly, groaning as the pressure continued just where it was the most exciting, I rolled onto my stomach and lay for a few minutes, panting as I felt the pressure increase now I was lying like this. Whatever it was, moving was making it press even more on there, and it felt so goooodddd…
Eventually, however, the itch was too much, and I started to move my head to scratch it. As I did this, however, not only were the ropes rubbing on my chest, which felt nice as well, but as I squirmed round the pressure between my legs as the rope moved increased, and I felt myself suddenly get much wetter.
There was more to it than that however – it felt so good as I wriggled round, and I could feel a warmth there as well as all the strange shocks running through me. I knew what was coming, I knew I wanted it not to happen – but as I moved round, it was so nice, so pleasurable, it felt so good to be doing this that I moved more and more, rubbing myself on the duvet.
I just had to keep going, moving the rope between my legs as well as I started to grunt and moan into the gag. This was so different, the way I felt damp, felt aroused, felt as if I wanted this more than anything as I felt the fire burning inside me.
I also wished Colin was there as well – not just to watch, but to see how I felt, to make it even more…
Even more….
I suddenly lifted my head and screamed into my gag as my whole body shook, and I felt something flowing between my legs, but I didn’t care, it felt so right, so natural, so much what I wanted to happen. In fact, only Colin been there would have made it perfect, because right now I wanted him to do something to me…