Fun At The Motel

Postby captiveladdie » Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:33 am

My friend Michelle, knowing I'm into bondage, would tie me up from time to time. I think she is into it more than she lets on because she is good at it. Very good.

One Friday afternoon we went to a local motel. I had a sports bag with all the equipment and was wearing black slacks and black t shirt. We got to our room, and I opened the bag and took everything out. She glanced over it and grinned. "Turn around and give me your hands," she said cooly. I turned around and crossed my wrists. "Uh uh, palms together," she ordered. "I've got an idea." I did as she said and she wrapped about four turns about my wrists and tied the rope very tightly. Now she took a much longer piece - I had many lengths in that bag - and told me to move my upper arms as closely together as I could...then she began cinching the rope really firmly until my elbows were close together. They couldn't go further. She wrapped the rope around the other turns and finally I couldn't move my upper arms apart or together. As a result, I had no room to wriggle my wrists. None at all.

"Sit down on the edge of the bed," she directed.When I had, she tied my upper legs together just above the knees. Again, it was tighter than I thought she was going to make it and I grunted a bit. "Too tight? Good. You like this, don't you? Let's see if you still like it in an hour or so." As she started tying my ankles together I tried to squirm my wrists again. Useless; my arms were more firmly tied that ever they had been.

She got up from tying my ankles. "Look over there in the mirror," she said. "Do you like what you see? A perverted little boy who likes to get himself all tied up and helpless? Let's get you gagged now. And I'll turn on the TV so no one will hear you try to call for help. Open your mouth, and open it wide." She balled up a bandana and stuffed it into my mouth, then folded a blue and white scarf and tied it between my lips. I was panting now, and it wasn't with discomfort; it was with excitement. I put my chin down at her orders so that she could make it even tighter. In the mirror I could see her tying the fiercely tight knot and there was excitement in her face. Yeah, she was digging on it too. Finally she was done. Gagged and powerless, I sat there watching myself struggle. And the TV went on.

"Let's hear what you sound like," she said, stroking my cheek. "Mmmmf mmm MMMM mm!" I called, but it was only a muted hum. Now I tried to scream for help. "HMMMMMMMFFF! HMMMMMFFF!" And Michelle snickered. "You'll have to do better than that if you want to be rescued. Now you just sit there while I watch the tube. You're not going anywhere, boyo!"

She watched her show while I twisted and kicked, arched my head to try to loosen that tight cleave gag, and made helpless, pathetic little noises. Finally she took up her cell phone and took a picture - then leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, and turned back to the television.

She kept me like that for way longer than an hour. I'm pretty sure it was two, but as Gloria Winters (who played Penny on "Sky King"), said, "You lose track of time when you're bound and gagged." I kept looking at Michelle and fantasizing many things, then at the mirror at the helpless little fellow squirming in his ropes and gag, and my mind was awhirl.

When she finally untied me, she took me to a fast food restaurant so that we could eat and show off all my rope and gag marks. I'm positive there were people there who envied her...or me...or both of us.
"Oh you BAD boy! Just for that, you get a nice tight gag. Open!"