This is a story that involves one of my girlfriends Sheila and I. It started around a year ago when we were both 17 years old. It was late May and we were both seniors in High School. As with any god second semester seniors, we didn’t care about school anymore, and were much more content hanging with our friends, going to the beach, and just generally having a good time.
One day after school Sheila had a lacrosse game, and while I supported her in most every facet of her life, I just couldn’t get into the game of lacrosse. I had a hard time following the rules, and most passages of play let me quite confused, ergo I told her I would go home shower and change and text her after her game.
About 3 hours later I was relaxing watching the Chelsea game, the doors were open letting the cool San Diego breeze waft through my house. The game was just about over and I was nodding off as the cool breeze gently touched my skin, and the couch pillows felt even more inviting than usual, when I suddenly heard my phone ringing. It was Sheila asking me to come sleep over for the night. Now usually my relatively strict parents would not have been ok with this, but they were at a soccer tournament with my sister so a little lie about staying at another friends house would not be checked into any further. Knowing this I made the necessary arrangements, grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
As I pulled up in my faded blue Ford pick up, something wasn’t right. Her car was nowhere to be found, and instead her friends Grace’s pink VW Beetle was parked in the open garage, with the trunk slightly ajar and the lights on, giving the appearance that the car had just been parked. What made it especially weird is that I live closer than Grace does, and Sheila had called me from her house phone, so there was very little chance that she had time to call, drive her car, leave it with Grace and then get back before I did. I mostly brushed off the oddity and climbed the stairs to knock on her door. I waited a couple seconds then knocked again. After she failed to respond I figured I would try the handle, and strangely it was unlocked. (A bit of background, Sheila always made a big deal about home invasions and how scared she was to be home alone at night considering her home was somewhat isolated from the others in her neighborhood.) I walked in with growing trepidation but was relieved to hear her playing music in her room with the light on. I called up to her and climbed the stairs up to her room. The door was open and as I walked in I saw her hot pink walls covered in pictures and posters of various friends/family members/celebrities, but still didn’t see Sheila. Then I turned at a 90 degree angle and saw a figure draped in a red sheet sitting in the chair just past her closet. I carefully walked over to examine the figure closely and quickly pulled back the cover. Now for the sake of the reader, Sheila and I had never explored bondage, or even talked about anything related to the subject besides the occasional hand-gagging when one of us was annoying the other, but the sight presented to me when I pulled back the sheet cover was that of my girlfriend bound and gagged!
She was still wearing her lax uniform with high white socks reaching just below her knees, a short pair of spandex shorts, and a lax piney that covered a bright green sports bra. What had been added to this ensemble however was white cotton rope that encircled her ankles, knees, and thighs tying her to the seat of the chair. More rope circled her waist and chest above and below the breast causing her already C cup breasts to protrude farther against the piney, which was pinned to the chair by the ropes, and then her elbows and wrists were bound together behind the chair. To top it all of she had in a bright red ball gag with what looked like a pair or two of pink panties peaking out from behind the ball, and a black sleep mask. The music in the room was fairly loud so until I had removed the sheet I doubt she had heard me, but she now struggled under the ropes and tried to mew from behind her gag. I quickly pulled down the blindfold and reached for the gag, when her eyes grew. It wasn’t until I felt a cloth bag fly over my head dragging me to the ground and a female voice proclaim “you sure walked right into that one” did I know I was in trouble.