In the How Would… forum Tiedupgal22 asks the question “How would you tie me up?” I gave some thought as to what it would take and here is my answer to her question. (For the purposes of visualizing the scenario image that she is a slightly thinner version of Clara from Doctor Who dressed as she was in the 2013 Christmas Special. If it makes it easier imagine me as looking like Ian Somerhalder!)
Having been a distant admirer (let’s not use the word stalker okay) of you for several months I would decide that it was time to do something about my feelings (read as obsession) for you. I would hack into the data bases of the most powerful intelligence gathering organizations (FBI, CIA, DOD & the Mickey Mouse Club) and find out who you really are and where you live.
Then I would charter a private jet (still working out the budget; read as Greyhound for now.) I would proceed to your address. I am now faced with several options. Do I introduce myself and ask you out for coffee? Do I go slightly more formal and ask you out for lunch or even dinner? I would decide to stick to the original plan.
I would break in while you are away and wait for you in your bedroom. (Note to Tiedupgal22: Look around your room. What is available that would be suitable for tying you up? Prior knowledge of the resources available will help you to imagine the action later.)
After I make an assessment of the contents of your room now all that is required is for me to await your return. I watch from the window (trying hard not to fall asleep; it was a long trip). I see you coming. You look great. You are wearing a white button-front blouse with a lace Peter Pan collar, a black sweater, a very short red plaid wrap-around skirt, black tights and black high heel booties (chunky heel pull on style with a sensational bondage strap.)
As you enter the room you are taking off the sweater. I would wait behind the door for you to finish. Then I would close the door and pounce upon you all in one smooth move (hoping not to trip over my own feet). I would clamp my right hand over your mouth and wrap my left arm around you. Since you are rather thin it would be easy to pin both of your arms. You are quite feisty but no match for my brute strength (actually you’re probably tired after a long day but no matter; the end result is the same.)
Once the fight is gone from you I convince you (in my most menacing Darth Vader voice) that one way or another you are going to be gagged so giving in peacefully is the best option. You will of course submit (I am quite thankful. If you had bitten my hand one more time I probably would have cried!)
I will have a gag ready. I would put a rolled up pair of your black lacy panties into your mouth (I would actually rather see you wearing them but that’s for a future story.) Thankfully you have more than one pair of black tights and I use them to tie the panties in.
I would push you face down onto your bed and tie your hands behind you. (This is the part where you use you your imagination. Do I tie you with scarves or belts or pantyhose?) Then I tie your elbows together (I know that it’s not very realistic but for the purposes of this narrative let’s say that they touch without causing you any pain.)
Now I have another decision to make. Do I tie your ankles with the booties on (using that amazing bondage strap) or off? They are sexy booties but if your feet are as cute as the rest of you I need to see them. Off they go. I will not be disappointed. Of course you have perfect toes, lovely arches, divine heels and a pair of gorgeous ankles waiting to be bound together. After tying them I move on to your knees and I would be thinking to myself that your legs are quite sexy (even though I am not normally attracted to thin legs).
Now the bondage is complete. (I know what you’re thinking but my reasons will become clear.) I look at you lying on the bed, bound perfection, and it is now time to move on to step two. Had I hog tied you or wrapped your body in bonds that framed your wonderful breasts I would not now be able to unbutton your blouse. I would not have been able to watch the silky material slide to your sides exposing the smooth flesh of your body. I would not have been able to rip off your skirt with one tremendous pull (well actually I probably could have but let’s keep the drama going).
I would look down on you bound hand and foot and reduced to bra, panties and tights and think that it doesn’t get any sexier than this. (Actually I would be thinking that tights aren’t too hot once the skirt is gone but I’m about to fix that.) I would pick up a pair of scissors I found in your desk. For the first time a look of concern shows on your face (after all you don’t really know anything about this lunatic in your room.)
Using the scissors I would neatly cut the panty part off of the tights leaving you with a sensual pair of dark black stockings (not as easy as it might seem but this is a fantasy after all.) Your skimpy lacy panties are now uncovered and living up to their full potential but that is to be short lived. With a few snips they would be gone. It’s a shame to ruin such an attractive brassiere but since the matching panties are already history, snip & snip, and it’s gone too.
Now I would look down on your naked splendor and advise any one reading this to send young children from the room. After prolonged exposure to the pure eroticism of the TUG queen I could no longer control myself. The passion that burned in my breast could no longer be contained (that may have just been the burrito I had at the bus station for lunch but regardless I was plenty horny.)
I would take you into my arms and begin to kiss you starting at your ear lobes and working down your neck. A quick side trip to kiss your gagged lips and then back to the neck and on into your cleavage. As my mouth goes east to one breast my hand goes west to the other. I lick and suck your nipple while my hand gives equal attention to the other stroking it to a firm peak. My other hand is up the back of your blouse sensually massaging the back of your neck.
While I move the focus of my mouth to the other nipple my displaced hand makes its way south. I gently run my fingertips down your firm tummy, stopping to make a few slow circles around your navel and then plunging into the depths of your sexuality. As my tongue explores your breasts my fingers are on their own quest in the nether regions. When I find the buried treasure deep within you your back arches and a moan filters through the gag.
I continue digging and each new discovery is signalled by the pulse of electric shocks through your body. Your thighs crush my hand but I endure the hardship and press on. All too soon you go limp having been taken to the edge and pushed over. As you slump to the bed I massage the circulation back into my hand. My lips ache and my tongue is fatigued but it all feels fine in the glow of the warmth that is radiating off of your satisfied body.
With a few feeble moans and gestures you communicate to me your desire to finish the deed. I untie your legs and release the beast that has waited so patiently. He needs to wait no longer as he roars into you satisfying the common lust that exists between us. You wrap your legs around me and hold me tight squeezing every last atom of passion from my body.
Bound arms are no obstacle as you channel your carnal energy through the rest of your body. You all but swallow the gag as you press your lips to mine. I pull you close and crush your bosom between us. We become one, a volcano of fulfilled desires. The volcano erupts and we collapse to the bed. With the last of my strength I barely manage to pull a blanket over us.
You recover much more quickly than I do (could it be that practice makes perfect?) I struggle to untie you with shaking fingers and then remove the gag. You cuddle up for a few minutes and then once you’ve regained your composure you whisper into my ear those words I’ve been waiting to hear.
‘If you did any damage breaking in’ she said ‘you will have to pay for it. Also you’re going to have to replace my bra, panties and tights as well as anything else that may have been ruined. I’ll send you a bill for the dry cleaning of the bedding. Once all the costs are tallied I’ll give you ten per cent off for being thoughtful enough to wear a condom.’
It was worth it at any cost. As I jetted home (on the bus) I relived the last few moments that I had with her as I left. I had taken my camera along but in the heat of the moment had forgotten to take any pictures. She had some 8X10’s that she distributes to her fan club and had been gracious enough to give some to me. Normally $10 a piece but she gave me three for $25 and only $5 extra each for autographs. It was obvious that she had real feelings for me.