## The Second Rule of Bondage (F+/M)

Post by Games_Bond » Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:07 am

THE SECOND RULE OF BONDAGE
Iâ€™ll be in A kind of trouble? I like the sound of that!
Oh wait a minute; THATâ€™s what you meant?
Uhoh.
Damn you Rae!
So itâ€™s been a while since my first story, which got some acclaim, but Iâ€™ve received no encouragement to continue this trilogy. Still, like any writer, Iâ€™ve come to the conclusion that it is worth giving it another go. We all know the first rule of bondage (whether you read the story or not), so letâ€™s crack on with the second. Hopefully it will get a good response and I wonâ€™t be relegated to being a lurker. After all, thereâ€™s no point taking the time to type this all out if nobody wants to read it.
For those of you who missed the first instalment of the trilogy, letâ€™s get you caught up: I have decided that before embarking on any fictional fun, I should share my limited real-life experiences. I have split them into three parts of a trilogy; times when each of the first three rules of bondage have been broken (or almost broken). However, the heroes (and anti-heroes) of these experiences do not know their stories are being posted on this site, and therefore their identities (like mine) are protected by way of fictional names. This is the main reason that my stories, whilst certainly true, are not 100% genuine; the second reason being that my memory is terrible.
One more thingâ€¦ I know these are TUGs stories â€“ and they have TUGs in them. But for those of you who donâ€™t know, I prefer to tell it like it was and is; and actually tell a story rather than cut straight to the cinching of the knots. Sorry; I include background. For those of you who want to get straight into the core of the bondage without knowing how we got there â€“ scroll down 12 paragraphs.
And thatâ€™s pretty much it, so letâ€™s get on with it.
Well, returning readers will probably know that the little spoiler above is referring to my girlfriend, Rae. Yes, obviously I was duped. I mean, honestly, canâ€™t a guy tell his girlfriendâ€™s favourite cousin something personal that she wants to know without worrying about the consequences? Okay, apparently the answer is no. You might not want to try this at home.
Okay, that doesnâ€™t make me sound like the good guy I am. Letâ€™s get the pictorial stuff out of the way. Iâ€™m tall for my age (apparently), but blessed with a thin gene. I also have a pale complexion. In bondage terms this means I am light and quite easy to overpower, although quite difficult to get ropes snugly tied around as my bones get in the way. Not that this statement is a challenge to any of you or anythingâ€¦. To complete the picture, Iâ€™m usually wearing a T-shirt (yes, A T-shirt; invent your own because they come in all designs and colours; for those of you who cannot do this, Iâ€™m going to go with a plain green polyester cotton polo) and casual, dark, lightweight trousers.
My better half, Rae, claims to be overweight but take it from me â€“ sheâ€™s confusing â€œoverweightâ€ with â€œfitâ€. She might be broader than me but so is everyone â€“ she just has the muscles that I lack. She knows how to use them; she also knows how to damage them â€“ but enough of that. She also has flowing brown-black hair, sea green eyes and a better dress sense than me (although admittedly Iâ€™m on the run from the fashion police on an almost daily basis) â€“ sheâ€™s usually seen in a bright or sparkly top and tight jeans.
Fiona has long, silky, royal red hair (not auburn/ strawberry etc â€“ itâ€™s red, really) which you might say matches her fiery-fun personality. She is small but athletic, and likes to wear plain V-neck tops that reveal some cleavage with tattered or light-stained jeans.
Alison looks very like Rae, although Alisonâ€™s hair is slightly longer and light brown. Alison has a straighter-edged face and prefers heavier tops, though jeans again. (Do teenage girls wear anything else these days for casual wear? Although actually Alison has a couple of years on me)
Fiona and Alison are two of Raeâ€™s closest friends. And I mean close. Rae and I (frustratingly) donâ€™t get a lot of time together; but she always has them. To the point where things would be awkward if I didnâ€™t get on with them. Luckily, we do. Fiona is a best friend of both of us and Rae and I both treat Alison as family.
Theresa is originally from Asia. She is olive skinned with shorter, earthy brown hair and deep brown eyes. She generally wears dark, flowing clothing and sometimes accessorises with bright or sparkly sashes, ribbons or jewellery. We originally knew her through Fiona but sheâ€™s everybodyâ€™s friend now â€“ not that we see her a lot. Sheâ€™s very introvert â€“ and some of you may know what that meansâ€¦
Louisa is a big city street kid, dressed only in fashionable jeans and tops or hooded jackets. She has long hair that is naturally blonde but has been died and highlighted in black and brown. She has a well toned dancerâ€™s body; thin and agile. At the time of this story, she was in her mid teens. Louisa is Raeâ€™s cousin, and she and Rae are extremely close. Imagine sisters without any cat fights or sibling rivalry that are practically joined at the hip â€“ thatâ€™s them.
So, thatâ€™s one guy and five gals. And some f/m fans must at this point be going: â€œPLEAE tell me they quintuple-teamed you and dominated you five on one, at the mercy of the group!â€ Well, not exactly. Iâ€™m working on it Maybe one day I get to post that story.
The idea is important, though. Itâ€™s what starts the chain of events that leads to the elaborate endgame. What is this endgame? Honestly, I canâ€™t say. For one thing, that would be telling you the end before the beginning, and for another thing, I really donâ€™t know. You might wonder how I can write about it without knowing, but all will become clear.
It goes without saying that Rae and I are into tie-ups. Weâ€™ve had, shall we say, quite a bit of fun that is never going to manifest into a story here. The problem is that we both like the submissive role. Both like being dominated by the other. Maybe our minds just donâ€™t work in the required way. That was once a worry. Not any moreâ€¦
I did my best to keep calm as the next loop draped over my head. At the same time, Rae pulled on one of the other cords; I could feel the tightening on my stomach and I did my best not to get over-excited. â€œBreathe out.â€ she instructed gently. I could feel her gentle fingers against my skin as they tested the bindings were exactly right.
I was already very exposed. I was lying on the floor, front down. Not face down â€“ I was actually looking at the ladder of Gillianâ€™s bed. (For anyone going: â€œOh no; not her again!â€ â€“ her role in this is purely observational. She has one line in this entire thing) My wrists were crossed behind my back, and although not all the lashings had been tightened around them, the movement was already very restricted. In addition, my ankles were up in the air and connected (I didnâ€™t know what by) to the wrists. I had quite a lot to concentrate on; not toppling over with my limited balance, and stop my you-know-what from pitching upwards into the carpet.
This was my very first experience of a hogtie. Well, it wouldâ€™ve been â€“ but it was clear Rae was not done here, and I had my suspicions.
â€œThis isnâ€™t something Fiona taught you.â€ I challenged. That wasnâ€™t a problem in itself. I had assumed when she started it would be (as Fiona knows more than Rae does about tie-ups). I didnâ€™t mind in general who had given Rae this idea or if it was one of her own, but â€“
â€œNo.â€ Rae admitted softly. â€œYou guessed wrong. This is the one I just told you about â€“ Alison's one.â€
I almost did a double-take, and did my first genuine struggle. â€œYouâ€™re going to kill me?!â€
Rae laughed, feeling completely calm. â€œNo; Iâ€™m not going to do the full version â€“ Iâ€™m doing it a little bit looser, so youâ€™ll be able to breathe.â€
Well, that was a relief. It was only a few minutesâ€™ previously that Rae had been telling me about a tie-up Alison had told her about, where some of the ropes wrapped around the neck, and if the prisoner did not get out of that bit within enough time, they would be strangled. Was I angry at Rae for doing this (albeit, a safe version) to me? Not at all; I have complete confidence in her tying expertise, and (despite my struggles, which was how I was supposed to react), I trust her completely.
By the time she was done, I was what you might say â€œdouble hogtiedâ€ â€“ my wrists were securely linked not only to my ankles, but to my neck as well. Sounds dangerous, right? Well, I was in the hands of bondage experts. Rae knows her stuff for a start. Having learned this particular tie-up from Alison, who I can safely say is a world leader on the subject (exactly how good she is will be explored later â€“ by Fiona) If I had started choking, Rae would have got me out in a flash, and Gillian was on hand as well. All that was required for this to be completely safe was for Rae to have followed Alisonâ€™s instructions to precision.
But she hadnâ€™t.
â€œThereâ€™s no way youâ€™re getting out of that.â€ Rae smiled. â€œYou know full well Alison knows what sheâ€™s doing. If Alison decides you wonâ€™t be able to get out; you wonâ€™t be able to get out.â€
I was shimmying my weight from side to side. One of the cords was rubbing against my neck. Luckily it had been chosen well and wasnâ€™t creating too much friction. This jostling was having little impact on the ties but it was having an impact elsewhere. Rae was laughing â€“ so we were both enjoying ourselves then. Whilst I toppled onto my side, Raeâ€™s phone rang and she engaged in a conversation with the person on the other end, reaching out and tickling me just to prove she remembered I was there.
Quite appropriately, it was Alison. Of course Rae had to tell her that her tie-up was being used, and she did emphasise (for my benefit) how much she was enjoying watching me struggle.
Perhaps not as much as I was enjoying the thrill of being in the tie-up. I mean, it was by design very arousing, and I was having a good old struggle. Gillian came over and had a go at tickling at one point, but some deep gasps of breath from me soon sent her scuttling away again.
But the ropes were getting slacker. There was no pressure on my neck at all and my wrists and ankles were beginning to get to do more than squirm. Rae hadnâ€™t noticed; she was too busy teasing me talking to Alison. â€œNo; youâ€™re right, he wonâ€™t get out.â€
â€œI think he will.â€ Gillian said. (For those who are wondering: Gill)
â€œNah; thereâ€™s no wayâ€¦â€ But within a minute, Rae had been proved wrong, and I was lying flat on my back on the floor, panting for breath, with no bonds on me. Rae was having to explain herself to Alison (No; I know; I canâ€™t have tied it well enoughâ€¦)
The call from Alison ended. â€œAlison isnâ€™t very happy.â€ Rae stated. â€œYou werenâ€™t supposed to get out of that. She says sheâ€™s got to come and do it herself now.â€
I raised an eyebrow. â€œIs she coming here, now?â€
â€œNo, of course not.â€ Rae said with a slight giggle. â€œGillian and I wouldnâ€™t let her near you.â€ Which of course, I knew they wouldnâ€™t.
Or did I?
Iâ€™ve been into and out of a tight tie-up so far and havenâ€™t mentioned the second rule of bondage, which come to think of it should probably be something about safety. Oh well; itâ€™s my story; Iâ€™ll decide what order they come in. The second rule is: Know the rules before you start.
The tie-up described above was a lot of fun, and at times it might have seemed dangerous, but I knew the rules. But little did I know this was just setting the scene for something bigger.
The above incident had come as something of a blow to Alison. I am not very good at escaping. Yet I had got out of a tie-up that she had designed. The easiest way to get her own back would be to tie me up herself. But that just wasnâ€™t going to happen.
As I said above, Alison, Rae and I are practically family. But there are still rules. Rae and I like tie-ups â€“ but our enthusiasm is possibly trumped by that of Alison and Fiona. Alison knows a wide variety. She knows tie-ups for every situation. And she likes to be submissive â€“ it is said that when she dominates (which she likes to do on occasion) she doesnâ€™t know where to draw the line.
Fiona definitely likes to dominate and is also an expert on tie-ups. But her particular fetish is torture. She is one of my best friends and we are close â€“ but I pity the guy that becomes her boyfriend. Not many people know Fiona. Sheâ€™s not exactly someone you would meet in the high street. But those that do are easy to keep in line. I have seen some real violent, arrogant sods turn into quivering wrecks simply by threatening to unleash Fiona on them.
There are a lot of close friendships going on within the five girls and me. But only one relationship â€“ me and Rae. And no matter how much we trust Alison and Fiona, they are not allowed to tie me up at their mercy. Rae does not want to risk the possibility they will get carried away, and neither do I. That has how it has worked. They can, of course, suggest ideas to Rae. But they cannot carry out those ideas themselves.
Yet.
Imagine my surprise one night. There Rae and I are, holding each other, teasing each other for fun about punishments we might inflict on the other â€“ when Rae comes out with: â€œYou better watch out. I might just decide to â€“ shall we say â€“ let someone loose on you?â€
I grinned back at her. â€œOh come on; there is no WAY you would let one of the other girls have me.â€ I knew her too well â€“ or did I?
â€œOh yes I would.â€ She went on to claim that she did trust one of the girls; that she knew full well this girl would not abuse her trust and that she (Rae) was actually quite interested to see what this girl would do, given the chance.
Of course, I denied belief. That is the expected reaction in this kind of situation â€“ and sensible too. You are reinforcing your faithfulness to your significant other, and if she actually goes through with it, it is more of a surprise. Rae, for her part, would not outright tell me which girl it was. That was all part of it, of course. Naturally, for me to play my part correctly, I had to pester her to find out who it was â€“ and naturally, be flatly refused.
Then I came up with a plan. I had my list of suspects. There were only five girls other than Rae that it could possibly be. And I knew ways to narrow it down. So I suggested a challenge to Rae. I would ask three yes/no questions. She had to answer truthfully, but if I did not work out who it was, tough. I didnâ€™t get to know. To my surprise, she agreed to this challenge. Ha! I had outsmarted Rae! That is no mean feat; she is a lot cleverer than I am (which, out of respect, she denies). I had, of course, worked out three questions I could ask that would single out the girl in question whoever it was. And so I did.
Theresa. That was the answer. It came as a complete shock to me, but there it was. Raeâ€™s threat was to tie me down and then hand me over to Theresa if I didnâ€™t behave. I had not known Theresa and Rae were that close. Sure, she was a close friend. But in all the time Iâ€™d known her, weâ€™d spoken about three times. I liked Theresa; she was a lovely person â€“ but she was very quiet. And, it turns out, the absolute epitome of â€œitâ€™s always the quiet one.â€
â€œWhat would be the point in letting Theresa have a go at me?â€ I teased Rae. Sheâ€™d walk into the room and be like: â€œOkay; what do I do with this?â€
Rae laughed. â€œOh, you really have the wrong idea of Theresa.â€ she told me. â€œShe has by far the dirtiest mind of the lot of us!â€
Dirtier minded than Alison or Fiona? Was that possible?
Of course, as the weeks went by, it seemed that Rae had, as I suspected, been bluffing. I never saw head nor tail of Theresa, and eventually Rae admitted that it had been a bluff. So what was it all about?
Well, perhaps Rae falling for that questions trap should have provided a clue. Contrary to my belief at the time, I was not one step ahead of Rae. She was ahead of me. I only knew what she was allowing me to know.
I had completely underestimated Rae, both in terms of her willingness to try new things and how far she would go. Little did I know, I was just a pawn in a much bigger game. Little did I know, behind my back, the girls had come together to form a very dirty-minded plan. A plan that starts with one statement:
â€œGood girls are bad girls that donâ€™t get caught.â€
This was just a playful comment, but of course I walked right into it, didnâ€™t I? â€œOh? And what is this bad girl going to do to me?â€
The next significant thing that happens is that Iâ€™m sitting on Raeâ€™s bed, with Rae pinioning my arms behind me as she quite forcefully lashes them together with the tie-cord of one of her dressing gowns. Although only my arms are tied at this point; Iâ€™m completely helpless. She has my entire upper body under her control, and my legs are pointing uselessly down the bed. â€œNow, you wanted to know what this bad girl is going to do to you?â€ she whispers onto my neck.
â€œYes.â€
Slowly, her fingers reached the bottom of my T-shirt, and slid it upwards, exposing my belly. Her hands were cold, and just for fun, she ran her fingers across the skin, making me squirm. Then, she took some more cord (thinner stuff this time) and tied it around my T-shirt, holding it in place.
Then I hear a dull metal clink, and one of her hands slowly slides something into view that I recognise quite well. It is a wide, fancy, leather belt â€“ leather on one side, silver studs facing outwards. It is something sheâ€™s threatened to whip me with before but I always knew better â€“ that she wouldnâ€™t want to hurt me that much. â€œWhich side would you like me to use?â€ she croons.
I struggle, but Iâ€™m still held fast â€“ sheâ€™s got me in a powerful grip. I donâ€™t answer the question.
â€œAnswer me, or Iâ€™ll use both.â€
â€œYou wouldnâ€™tâ€¦â€
She slides around my body to pull herself face to face with me. She pulls the belt up and holds it level with my eyes. â€œOh, really? Well, maybe I wouldnâ€™t. But ask yourself this: Iâ€™m sitting in front of you. So whoâ€™s holding your arms behind you?â€
To a mixture of several feelings, I realise thatâ€™s a good point. Not only are my arms tied, but there are two very powerful female arms still holding me in a tight grip from behind. Both of Raeâ€™s hands (and arms) are holding the belt up for me to see. Iâ€™m sufficiently smart enough to piece together how she pulled this off, but that wonâ€™t do me much good.
â€œRae, what are you doâ€- is all I can get out before she silences me with a hand over my lips. â€œYou wanted a bad girl, and now youâ€™ve got one.â€ she teases. With that, she removes her hand, gives me a short but sweet kiss, and drops the belt on my lap. Itâ€™s almost in my possession, but I canâ€™t move.
Rae climbs off of me, stands up straight, and looks at the scene on the bed before her. She turns to my unknown captor. â€œHeâ€™s all yours.â€ she announces. â€œMake him suffer.â€ And that is the last I see of her before she leaves, making sure the door is firmly closed behind her.
Who has she left me with? What the hell is this girl going to do to me? One of her hands slides around me. Her fingers get hold of the belt. She is wearing a sleeveless top, and I still canâ€™t tell who it is. The next clue I get is one of the scariest whispers Iâ€™ve ever heard: Iâ€™m the bad girl!â€
TO BE CONTINUED

### Re: The Second Rule of Bondage (F+/M)

Post by canuck100 » Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:48 pm

You're really good at describing your characters. It's easy to imagine ourselves in your place (I wished!). I'm now curious to find out what happens to you next.

### Re: The Second Rule of Bondage (F+/M)

Post by WhyTie » Mon Jan 03, 2011 10:34 pm

Great story! I'm happy to finally find a writer who is interested in more than just the TUG sections of a story. It makes it all the more exciting to read with a great set-up narrative beforehand!

### Re: The Second Rule of Bondage (F+/M)

Post by Games_Bond » Tue Jan 04, 2011 12:21 pm

Thanks folks for the feedback
Any guesses on who is behind me before I post Part 2?
It will probably take a few days to write, but I'm working on it
More thoughts/ comments and queries welcome

### Re: The Second Rule of Bondage (F+/M)

Post by milagros317 » Wed Jan 05, 2011 7:16 am

Great story! I look forward to the continuation.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html