Picture a typical girl's bedroom in a quiet suburb near you. The furnishings are tasteful and the room is generally tidy. Stereo with a couple of CD roms beside. The usual selection from the make up counters of the town stores. It is late afternoon. Just an average day. Just like hundreds of other Wednesdays.
On the bed are a range of discarded items - summer dress, white bra, tan tights, a handbag part-open. A pair of flat shoes kicked off carelessly at the end of the bed. Nothing much out of place apart from an open drawer in the dressing table in which you can see the jumble of a range of variously coloured underwear.
But that would be to ignore the figure in the simple wooden kitchen chair in the middle of the room...
I sat quietly and helplessly. My street clothes had been quickly replaced on the return from town with a more interesting outfit - the most obvious change being the short, black rubber dress which hugged every curve of my attractive little figure, the light reflecting off the polished surface highlighting the curve of my pert breasts. Brief black satin knickers were stretched like a second skin over my pussy, easily visible under the short tight dress. Black stockings held up by suspenders focused attention onto the gap of smooth skin of my upper thighs between the stocking tops and dress. Obviously the intention had never been to wear stockings and suspenders with a dress of this length, but the effect was stunning if a little tarty. A pair of white high heeled shoes finished off the outfit.
I said helpless, didn't I? I was definitely that.
Wrists and elbows had been immobilised behind my back with plenty of white rope forcing my breasts outwards into the accommodating black fabric and forwards into the room - a hint of the outlines of two increasingly erect nipples starting to show. The hands had had six or seven turns of rope round them first and had then been finished off and considerably tightened by the addition of a cinch rope between. A length of rope had been left dangling onto the floor at this stage - something was to be done later I presumed. My arms had then been tied above and below the elbows making movement practically impossible. I wriggled my bottom on the chair seat to try to ascertain how much movement I was capable of but had only succeeded in making my dress ride further up my thighs and bottom.
Next a rope had been tied several times around my middle accentuating my slim waist and from there had been pulled down between my legs under my bottom and through to join and be fixed to my already useless hands. Now that is a feeling that I love. The firm caress of rope against that most sensitive part of my body and the ability to transmit little messages to my pussy and ass when I want. Makes you feel almost a little bit in control!
I think it was about at this time that my captor had decided that I was making too much noise and had gagged me. My mouth was filled with what I later discovered were the knickers I had been wearing previously and had discarded on the bed in my haste to dress in my black lingerie and snug little dress - black felt right today, rather than the chaste virgin look that I sometimes favour when my mood is different. Black is dark and sexy and melded with the tight rubber yells both 'Restrain me' and a lack of restraint in my behaviour!
Once the knickers had been inserted into my mouth, a thin, silk scarf was wrapped round my head and over my mouth making it impossible to rid myself of the packing and leaving me with the taste of my own body that constantly reminded me of the excitement of anticipation that I had felt long before any rope had actually been applied.
I could see everything that was happening by the strategically placed mirrors in the room that allowed me to see myself from front, rear and side if I so wished. I liked seeing myself being tied up as well as seeing myself tied up - the road to the destination is as important as the arriving itself. I looked and appreciated just how skilfully I was being roped and gagged.
In case I had any thoughts of leaving the chair, I was now secured to the back of the chair by three groups of ropes with my arms outside the chair back - the first round my body several times above my breasts and arms before being attached to the top of the chair back pulling me backwards into the chair and forcing my breasts out further (they are not large but in this position they are nicely rounded and noticeable); secondly ropes round under my breasts and round my arms and the chair. After four times round my body and arms the rope was turned at 90 degrees and pulled between my arms and the chair back. This cinched the ropes that encircled me and further restricted the movement of my arms and body.
Hmmmm. Felt fantastic! If this was a sample of the bondage I could expect from a new partner, who knows what the future might bring?
My legs and ankles did not escape the careful and thoughtful attentions of my visitor. Starting above my knees the same wrapping and cinching method was applied to make my legs bound and inescapable, followed by below the knees. I watched in awe in the mirrors at the ordered rows of rope and the neat knots carefully placed both out of site and out of reach of fingers (though with the stringent bondage of my arms there was little hope of me reaching any knots let alone being able to get free!). So helpless! So happy in my little bondage heaven!
Finally my ankles were tied as comprehensively and firmly as the rest of me. Instead of just tying my ankles together, my high heels were also bought into the tying process with the rope going under my soles and round the heels to make an even tighter tie. Now I realised why that rope had been left dangling from my wrists earlier. It was now pulled down behind the chair and attached to my ankles with any slack between the two removed. Any movement of my hands now not only transferred itself to my pussy via the crotch rope but also pulled on my ankle which further put stress onto my crotch.
This was the sort of bondage I had yearned for. I was tied as well as I had ever been.
The world went dark seconds later as a scarf(?) was quickly wrapped round my eyes blindfolding me.
I hadn't planned on this.
And the voice that now whispered in my ear "That's phase one over - enjoy your helplessness, this is just the beginning..." brought me to my senses and filled me with thrilling tingles of anticipation throughout my tightly bound little body.....