After black Friday shopping, Tommy (fake name) and I decided that we would go back to my house and chill out for a while. Over the course of the night, I was really tired, and accidentally let it slip that I was into bondage. Later that night, he brought it up again.
"So, I can't get you saying that you like being tied up out of my head," Tommy said as we were watching some late night movie.
"What about it?" I asked him, casually.
"Well, nothing, just I would like to try it."
"You want to try tying me up?" I shut the TV off, because I could tell that this was going to go somewhere.
"No," he paused. "I want you to tie me up."
I sat back and thought about how I would do it. Then I got a really good idea.
"You sure you want me to tie you up?" I asked him.
"I'm really sure. I've just been building up the courage to tell you."
"Alright. I'll be right back. Don't you move."
I went to my room, got a roll of duct tape, a few coils of rope, and a faux fur blanket that I had bought just a few hours before.
"You're not going to make it TOO tight, are you?" He asked, sounding nervous.
"Tommy, you agreed to let me tie you up. That means I'm going to do it however I see fit. Okay?" I told him. "Besides, I'm gonna wrap you up in this blanket, too, so it won't be too uncomfortable."
"Okay," he said, still sounding nervous.
"First things first," I said. "Close your mouth. You need a gag."
He did as I told him, and I wrapped the roll of tape around his head three times, and then tore the piece off.
"It's a good thing my mom and dad are still out shopping," I told him, pressing down on the tape. "That means no one can hear you scream."
I winked at him, and he tried to pull at the tape.
"No, no, no," I pushed his hands down. "Kneel and put your hands at your sides."
He did as I told him, and I tied and cinched the rope so that his hands were tied at his sides. He struggled a little, but he couldn't get out. I then told him to lay down on the blanket that I had laid out on the floor. After I bound his knees and ankles with the rope, I wrapped him up in the blanket. I wrapped tape around different sections of the blanket so he couldn't unwrap himself.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep for a little bit," I told him. He squirmed, and looked nervous, but I just kissed him on the forehead, and went to bed.
A few hours later, I woke up. I went downstairs to see that he was still tied up. I went over to him, knelt down, and took his gag off.
"Are you enjoying this?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he said. Before he finished, I had another piece of tape slapped over his mouth.
"Well, then I'll just give you a few more hours to think about it."
I sat on the couch, and just tortured him. I rubbed my feet against the blanket he was wrapped it, and rubbed them on his face. I tickled his feet until he was almost crying.
After I feel that he had been 'punished' enough, I decided to give him a break. I got him a pillow, and set it underneath his head, and told him that I would untie him in two hours. I then left him in the basement, and went back to sleep in my room. Two hours later, I went back downstairs.
"Do you think you've been a good boy?" I teased him. "Do you think I should untie you?"
He nodded.
"Oh, fine then."
I unwrapped him, and untied his arms. He took off the gag, and then untied his knees and ankles.
"Lindsey?" he asked, as he got up.
"Yeah?"
"When can we do this again?"
The end (: