I was wearing a loose-fitting white t-shirt which was not tucked into skin-tight black leather jeans.
The front doorbell rang. Breaking into a smile, I put my feet into the white-striped black Adidas sports sandals on the floor and went downstairs to the front door. Opening the door, my smile became even wider when Paul was stood there.
Paul was wearing a blue and white Adidas hoodie over a matching tee-shirt, which weren’t tucked into blue and white leather motorcycle jeans, with white socks and blue-striped white leather trainers. He had a blue and white Adidas rucksack on his back.
“Good morning!” Paul exclaimed cheerfully, stepping inside.
Sorry to make you all puke, but had a long loving embrace before he went upstairs to my bedroom.
Paul placed his rucksack on my bed and sat down beside it.
He took his trainers and socks off, and stuffed his socks in his trainers, pushing them neatly under the bed. Many Scots take their outdoor shoes off inside and either wander the house barefoot or in their socks or slippers. As we regularly sleep over at each other’s homes, we both keep Adidas sports sandals (in both black and blue) at each other’s homes to save us carrying them back and forth. So they don’t get mixed up with mine, I keep Paul’s under my dressing table. Paul knelt down on the floor and retrieved his blue pair, putting them on.
I returned to my room carrying a tray with two cups of tea on as Paul was removing his hoodie and laying it neatly on my pillow.
“It’s on in ten minutes.” I announced, playing the tray on my dressing table and passing Paul his cuppa. “We’ve just time for a wee cuppa!”
I sat on my chair and we chatted while we drank the tea.
“Make yourself comfortable!” I gestured the floor in front of the foot of my bed as Paul gave me his empty cup, and I put the cups on the tray.
With a beaming smile on his face, Paul got up and sat on the floor with his back up against the foot of my bed.
“Can you see the TV ok from there?” I asked, sitting on my bed behind Paul.
“Just fine!” Paul replied eagerely.
“Hands!” I exclaimed cheerfully.
Paul held his hands up, and I handcuffed his wrists together with Tina’s handcuffs, threading the cuffs through the bedframe as I did so Paul couldn’t lower them.
Tina is my younger “rough and tumble” cousin who also likes TUGs. She doesn’t like rope though, preferring handcuffs and chains, and she thinks we’re wusses because we prefer rope. She keeps a spare set of cuffs in my room for when she sleeps over.
Tossing my pillow from the top of my bed to the foot, I laid full length on my stomach on my bed. I switched the TV onto Channel Five with the remote control. Paul and I are at college studying to be social workers, and we were watching a programme on single parents to help with an assignment we were doing. Although we watched the programme intently throughout, I kept stroking Paul’s beautiful spiky hair and we talked about the programme.
The programme lasted exactly one hour, and it was both informative and an eye opener. About forty minutes into the programme, in response to something shown on the programme which I won’t describe here, Paul responded:
“Woman’s logic is a contradiction in terms!” Paul laughed.
CLICK! CLICK!
I reached up and tightened the handcuffs on his wrists.
“That hurts!” Paul protested.
“It’s gonna hurt until then end of the programme in about twenty minutes!” I reproved, and then laughed.
Bear in mind Paul has been sat with his arms up for about forty minutes now so they’ll be aching. LOL. Too cruel? Not in a million years! LOL.
When the programme finished, I finally released his wrists to show deep red marks where the cuffs had been. Paul rubbed his aching arms! LOL.
“Awww, the poor boy!” I laughed sadistically.
Paul went into the bathroom and returned a few moments later. We spent the next two and a half hours doing our college homework on our netbooks, talking about it as we did.
After a late lunch and letting it settled, I lead Paul back upstairs to my bedroom. Having got through our college work quicker than expected, we decided we deserved a treat.
“I noticed the ropes earlier!” Paul exclaimed approvingly.
“Make yourself comfortable!” I replied, gesturing my bed.
Paul took his t-shirt off and laid it neatly over the back of my chair, revealing his gorgeous bare upper body. Then he put his inhaler on my bedside table as he laid full-length on his back on my bed, with his arms out.
Walking round to the foot of my bed, I tied the ropes securely round his ankles.
Walking back round to the side of my bed, I climbed onto the bed and sat fullweight on his stomach facing his head. Leaning forward, I tied the other two ropes securely round his wrists. Paul was stretched out in a spread-eagle position with barely any movement.
“Comfy?” I teased, as I took my t-shirt off and draped it over the foot of my bed behind me.
We are not religious cranks – we are Christians and practicing members of the Salvation Army. We don’t believe in sex outside marriage and we were not having sexual intercourse. There is nothing wrong with being intimate with one another, and I spent the next three hours just sitting and laying on Paul engaging in long, loving kissing and talking that I won’t repeat here because that part is private and special to us. I hope you will understand.
We finally became aware it was nearly tea time, and although he has done much longer, Paul had been stretched out for just over three hours.
Sitting upright on my bed bedside Paul, I reached over and untied his wrists. Paul sat up and untied his ankles. Swinging his legs over the side of my bed, I passed him his t-shirt and he put it on. Then he put his feet in his sandals as he stood up.
I put my feet in my sandals, and then picked my t-shirt up and put it on.
“I love you more than any words can say!” Paul exclaimed, putting his arms round me and giving me a hug and a kiss. “Thank you for being who you are!”
I honestly can’t remember whether I walked down the stairs or a I floated down! LOL.
KT & Paul

