Part 1: The Visitor
I always loved rainy days. There was something dark, passionate, mysterious and romantic about the sound of water falling heavily from the sky, dusky clouds and humid fresh air that makes you feel alive. All of these things always calmed me down and deprived me of feelings of guilt for not being outside doing some sports because I was a very lazy person. However, the rains which came this summer were a little too much. Especially, since it was my first holiday after a very long time.
My girlfriend and I arranged a vacation together at my family’s cottage which was situated on one of the many islands several miles off the east coast. We planned on spending a week there, but none of us could predict what would happen.
On Friday afternoon I arrived alone by a small motorboat which I had rented because I wanted to prepare the cottage which hadn’t been used for a year or two. Kate was working night-shifts during the weekend and I was supposed to pick her up on the mainland in the port on Monday morning.
By Saturday the small cottage was cleaned, the wood was prepared and I was sitting on the terrace, enjoying an ice tea and reading a book when it happened. Suddenly the sky got dark and in one hour the rain started, slowly at first, however after ten or twenty minutes it was pouring. I went inside, thought nothing of it and continued reading.
When I woke up the other day it was still raining. I went outside to watch the sea. It was really wild and the water level rose a bit. However the cottage was up on the hill so I wasn’t in any danger.
On my mobile phone I found a message from Kate: “Honey, I hope you are OK. The city is under water, the port is closed, I won’t be able to come. We are all safe and out of danger. Love you.”
What a holiday, I thought. There was no chance of getting back to the city to her. At least she was okay but I was definitely stuck on this island until the sea calms down. It could be days.
I spent the whole day inside reading. I was lucky to finish the book before the night went down because the electricity was disconnected. The flood must have struck hard in the city. I only hoped Kate and my family were still okay. I lit some candles which I found and got bored. I regretted not bringing my bondage stuff with me because I had thought I wouldn’t be able to use it up here since my girlfriend wasn’t into it. She allowed me to tie her up a little from time to time because she loved me and wanted to make me happy but it didn’t fulfill my desires very much. She let me tie her hands in front of her, her ankles as well and sometimes I persuaded her to be blindfolded with a scarf. The bondage, however, wasn’t very tight because she was always complaining and she didn’t want to be gagged. She had tied me up twice as well but she wasn’t very good at it. Now I would give everything for a pile of ropes and some scarves to tie myself up with. I imagined myself blindfolded, gagged and squirming hogtied on the floor, making loud helpless moans through the scarf stuffed in my mouth and it made me hard. Unfortunately my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Who could it be? Somebody from a neighboring cottage, who is stuck on the island with me, I guess. I could use a company.
I got up and opened the door. There was a young man wearing a black rubber coat and a hat.
“How can I help you?”
“Hi, my name is Morgan. Sorry to disturb you but you’re the only one on the island. I was wondering if you could spare a cigarette or two.”
“Sure, come inside. I’m Tommy, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Tommy.”
He stepped in and put away his coat and hat. He was probably as old and as tall as me but little more muscular and quite handsome. His rather long red hair was a little wet. He was wearing a blue and black plaid flannel shirt, white T-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans.
I took him to the living room and we sat down. I offered him a cigarette and we both lit it and smoked.
“So Tommy, are you here alone?”
“Yes,” I replied and told him the whole story about my holiday with my girlfriend.
“Too bad, I’m alone here as well. I could use a girl. I haven’t been with one for a while. My girlfriend left me like two months ago and I went up here to my mom’s cottage to forget her.”
“Why did she leave you?”
“Well, … “ he hesitated for a while. “Let’s say that we were quite different. But I don’t mind. I have everything I need up here, except for the electricity now.”
“Some food would be great too,” I replied because I remembered that my amount of food was getting smaller and I had no possibility of buying more.
“You have no food?”
“I do but only a little. My girlfriend was supposed to do the shopping before coming here.”
“Oh dear, do you wanna come to my place? I have made some sandwiches and I am afraid I can’t eat them all.”
“Sounds like a great idea but I have no raincoat. I’ll be terribly wet.”
“Don’t worry, you can have some of my clothes until yours are dry.”
And so it happened that I became a guest of Morgan’s cottage. The house was much bigger than mine. It had two floors and an attic.
We were sitting in the dining room and eating sandwiches by the candlelight. The room was being lit with maybe thirty candles of different sizes, colors and smells. They were creating a very mysterious atmosphere suitable for the weather outside. I was dressed in Morgan’s blue jeans, white T-shirt and red and black flannel shirt and I was drying my long red hair with a towel.
It was really fun to talk to Morgan. We were chatting about everything – our relationships, years at school, our families, hobbies and so on and so on. He was studying history at university. His mother Diana was a very rich widow living in Paris. The cottage belonged to her and her sister Christine who was a wife of an American ambassador in Japan and his twin sister Lucy was a star of a TV sitcom which I had never heard about. Whole family was very successful and interesting however there was something else that got my attention even more. During the dinner I noticed two red lines on each of Morgan’s wrists. I could have been mistaken of course but my sense of a skilled bondage enthusiast alerted me that the only other person on the island was also into bondage. Was it an incredible coincidence or was I only imagining things? I had to find out immediately. But how? It was again my romantic passion for rain which gave me the right idea.
“Well, it’s funny that we are the only two people on this island, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, it’s a strange feeling.”
“Aren’t you afraid there might be somebody else as well?”
“Like the inhabitants of other cottages?”
“No, I meant some criminals or escaped convicts who are trying to hide from the law.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. We are not in the pictures.”
“These things happen. What if there is someone like that on the island? He might break into your cottage, tie us up and gag us and I don’t know hold us hostages and things like that.”
His eyes sparkled.
“Are you trying to scare me? You almost sound as if you wanted to be bound and gagged.”
“Well …” I hesitated. “It is a scary thought but thrilling as well.”
He smiled. “Okay, so you are into bondage like me?”
“Yeah, I noticed your rope marks.”
“I revealed them on purpose and was hoping you would see them. If you hadn’t I would have tried a similar talk about being tied up and gagged by criminals.”
We started to laugh and suddenly we started to talk about our love for bondage and about our experience with it. I told him all about me and my girlfriend who isn’t too fond of it and he told me that his last girlfriend broke up with him because she caught him during his self-bondage game in their apartment and found it too kinky.
“So do you want me to tie you up, Tommy?” he asked finally and it is not hard to guess what my answer was.
It was the most delightful and intense bondage experience of my life. Morgan tied my ankles and knees, secured my wrists behind my back and added some more rope around my chest. Then he cleave-gagged me with a red bandanna and put a black scarf over my eyes.
“Struggle as if I was a real kidnapper and you were in peril.”
I started to roll over the carpet, wiggle and scream through my gag. It was amazing. Needless to say I got a boner.
“Good, good but you are not utterly helpless,” he said and hogtied me.
My struggle continued for a while. I tried to call for help though my gag. It silenced me a little but I wasn’t really muffled.
“I think that you are still too loud. We cannot have that.” He smiled deviously and remove the bandanna but before I could say anything he stuffed a handkerchief inside my mouth and cleave-gagged me again, this tight pulling the ends of the bandanna even tighter.
“Now try to scream for help.”
I did. The hankie in my mouth changed all my words into unintelligible moaning.
“Good, now let me have a cigarette and I want to see you try to free yourself.”
I was left bound and gagged there for half an hour before he released me. I must admit I had never enjoyed bondage so much before. It was incredible and the best part was that now it was my time to pay back.
I suggested a little role-play. I tied a dark-green bandanna over my face and pretended to be a robber while Morgan pretended to be my helpless victim.
“Okay, boy, hands up and don’t do anything stupid.”
“Please, don’t hurt me,” said my new friend in frightened voice.
“I won’t if you cooperate. Now sit on this chair. I am gonna tie you up.”
“Oh, now please don’t. I don’t wanna be tied up. Take anything you want and leave, please.”
I clamped my hand over his mouth and said: “I am tired of you boy. You need to be gagged for your own good.”
I stuffed a smaller-sized pink bandanna in his mouth.
“Don’t spit it out. Is that clear?”
He nodded.
“Good.” I replied and took another bandanna and made a double knot in the middle. The knot was pushed between his lips and the gag was secured by tying a triple knot on the back of his head.
“Now you can talk all you want and you won’t make me angry, boy. Now let’s tie you up.”
The gag in his mouth broke his will to protest and he put his hands behind his back. I tied them together and then securely bound his upper-body to the chair as well as his legs.
He struggled and moaned and pretended he didn’t like it but soon his fake resist was overcome by excitement. He looked really great and his muffled groans of pleasure sounded very sexy. I enjoyed my view as much as he enjoyed his predicament.
I let him in bondage for approximately 45 minutes and then untied him.
We sat down at the table and had a glass of cola and a cigarette.
“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to try but never have?” he asked me with a smile.
“No. What is it?”
“Well, being tied up and gagged with somebody else. It could be pretty awesome.”
“Yeah, it sounds great. But how could we do it? I mean I could tie myself up but it wouldn’t be as tight and inescapable as it should be.”
“I’ve got some handcuffs. We could tie our legs, put the gags on and handcuff our wrists behind our backs. The keys would be hidden somewhere in the room and we would have to discover them while blindfolded.”
“Sounds cool to me.”
“Okay. It’s three a.m. Do you want to do it now or in the morning?”
“Definitely now. I am not sleepy.”
“Me neither.”
Twenty minutes later we were sitting on the floor and I was tying Morgan’s ankles and knees. Mine were already bound by him. We had already hidden three keys from handcuffs into a large pile of clothes, scarves, bandannas and ropes on the opposite side of the room. One of them belonged to my handcuffs, another one to his and the last one was there just to confuse us.
“So, the one who frees himself first is the winner,” said Morgan.
“Yeah. And what is the price for the winner?”
“The winner can suggest any kind of bondage role-play for tomorrow.”
“Really anything?”
“Yeah. But don’t worry, I’ll be the winner.”
“We will see,” I said and stuffed two handkerchiefs in my mouth and secured them with a bandanna. He did the same and then we blindfolded ourselves with black scarves.
The last important part was to put on the handcuffs. After we heard the characteristic click we started to slowly move on the floor toward the keys. It was fun. We tried to obstruct each other with our bodies, jokingly cursed each other through our gags and very slowly approached our destination.
I think I got to the pile of clothes a little earlier than Morgan did. With my hands restrained behind my back I started to search it for the key. I found one pretty quickly but it didn’t fit. I dropped it and looked for the right one. I threw some scarves and shirts aside and found another key. Could this be the right one?
It was. Soon my hands were free and I took off the blindfold. Morgan was still searching and I had a slight suspicion that he wasn’t even trying very hard. It didn’t matter. I untied my legs, pulled off my gag and said: “I’m the winner.”
Then I helped him find the key and released him.
“So what about that roleplay?” he asked immediately after his mouth was free.
“I’ll have to think about it. I want to do something special. Let’s go to bed and continue tomorrow.”
“Okay, sounds great.”
He let me sleep in his sister’s bedroom. It was a big room with a big wooden bed and a couple of wardrobes. I lit some candle and decided to take a look. Previously when I was confessing to my interest in bondage, I forgot to mention or rather held back on purpose my interest in crossdressing. I started to dress in women’s underwear and clothes when I was fourteen and loved it ever since. I wore my mother’s old clothes and when I moved to my own apartment I began to buy my own clothes. I never got dressed in my girlfriend’s clothes. I was afraid she would find out.
The saying is “curiosity killed the cat” and so I decided to open Lucy’s wardrobe to find out what beautiful clothes the young lady had. Some T-shirts, some jeans, some denim skirts, even a pair of leather pants and one very beautiful black leather skirt but most of all Lucy loved to wear shirts. There were at least twenty of them – white shirts, denim shirts and several very beautiful plaid flannel shirts (ladies’ and mens’). Panties, bras and stockings were in a smaller wardrobe right next to the first one. I was totally astonished and I couldn’t help getting undressed and started to try Lucy’s clothes. Fortunately she was of the same size as myself.
After an hour I put all of her clothes back and went to sleep. Daybreak was slowly coming and it was still heavily raining. I was really tired but I got a great idea for the roleplay.