Initiation (F/M)

Postby Games_Bond » Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:45 am

Story Request for BoundJiraxys15

CHAPTER ONE: Introduction

What would it be like to have a cool life?
That was what Josh wondered as he stared absent-mindedly out the window. The clock was ticking excrutiatingly slowly towards the end of the school day. He'd given up concentration as a bad job; the room was too stuffy; the day too hot, the view of the grounds under a blue skye too inviting. He couldn't wait to escape. The sun was beginning its descent into the Western sky, radiating through the glass and allowing Josh to study his own reflection quite clearly - a bored looking blond; his normally intelligent and wiry blue eyes bagged and unfocused; his hair flat and as dark as it could get; stuffed into a white shirt wth a smart striped tie - a uniform that was slightly creased now despite being newly ironed that morning. Tall for his age at 5'7, it wasn't really visible slumped in his chair. He looked out of the window with longing; why couldn't he just get up and walk out now?
Katy. She sat at his other side; eyes facing the front. The sunlight danced off of her long, golden brown hair, some of it dropping in eskers across her fair and clear cheeks. Seated one table across and one table back, Josh could steal a glance and appreciate her fully in small dozes. From her small brown eyes to her thin, perfectly pink lips and further, Josh saw nothing he didn't like. She wore the same type of school shirt as him, but she had undone the top two buttons, and the shirt creaselessly clung to her supple curves. Her tie was deliberately askew, and that, combined with the open buttons, revealed just a little of her cleavage and no more than a glimpse of black lingerie. How Josh wished they could -
"Josh!"
Immediately, he was out of his slumber. Mr Macnee was known to insist on 3 hour detentions after school for the smallest misdemeanour. "We're waiting for the value of x, Josh. That is unless you weren't bothering to pay attention?"
Josh immediately sensed the danger. Mr Macnee was building to something, and he had to choose his words carefully. Stab at the wrong answer? Say he didn't follow? Maybe just admit that he hadn't been listening? Which on earth was the lesser of three evils?
Behind him to his right, a hand went into the air. "Excuse me, Mr Macnee?" Katy was speaking. "I didn't catch what you said after you take the derivative. Could you explain it again?" Her hand went down timidly, with a batting of the eyelids to boot.
Mr Macnee's head moved slightly left, to focus on Katy, and after just a second's hesitation, he gave the smallest smile and nodded. "All right; look..." - And he launched into the working again, and Josh made sure it had his full attention this time, turning round only once to mouth a quick thank you at Katy, who smiled and winked back, with Mr. Macnee still looking at the board.
The class eventually did come to an end, and a relieved Josh went to stuff some of his things in his locker. It was a Friday; he'd little homework for the weekend; now he could relax. Bring on tonight when -
"Hi Josh." Katy was there. They had adjacent lockers.
"Hi." These "locker chats" were about the only time Josh really got to speak to Katy; they moved in different circles a lot of the time. He wanted not to waste it by coming up with a better line than hi. He always did; but he always got transfixed the moment he looked into her eyes - and he always looked into her eyes, for fear of getting caught looking anywhere else. "Look, I really appreciate you -"
"Never mind that." Katy cut in; "I'm in a hurry, and I wanted to ask you something. Me and some friends are going up to the Lake tomorrow night; just for a picnic and to - you know - enjoy the scenaery and such. I wondered if you'd like to come?"
"Oh." Josh said, temporarily stunned. "Well, I -"
"Cool! I'll come!" said a voiced behind him, and Josh felt a hefty, muscular arm shoulder-charge him into his locker door. He saw Slater McNall ease past him into the space between him and Katy, and immediately picked up where their conversation had been. Josh was left with a close up view of Slater's muscular spine; Slater was captain of the football team and pushing 7ft tall; his arms the size of tree trunks. Josh was quite well built for his sixteen years, but he had nothing on this guy. "Always love a trip to the lake!"
Josh could only hear the beautiful sound of Katy's voice, which was music to the ears despite her harsh words. "I wasn't inviting you, Slater." Josh saw her again as she stepped aside. "I was inviting Josh."
McNall turned to put his back to the lockers, and peered down at Josh as though he didn't expect to find him there. "What, this dweeb?" he scoffed. "Josh can't make it tomorrow; his family are going to visit their Gran upstate - Landon told me. So, you know, if you don't want to go on your own..."
"Luckily I have more friends that don't include you, Slater." Katy said, rolling her eyes. She looked slightly sadly at Josh. "That's too bad; Josh - I was really hoping you could make it." And with that, she was off, with the can't-take-a-hint footballer not far behind. "Yo Katy! You coming to the game tonight? Biggest match of the season..."
Josh could only stare after them, and they were soon out of earshot - all he caught was another blow-off by Katy, perhaps true, perhaps not.
"Why don't you just tell her how you feel?" asked someone from behind Josh, and he turned to see his brother Landon. He was instantly recognisable; he looked just like Josh apart from the casual attire and the jet black hair. "No, scratch that." he grinned. "Get a life first, then tell her how you feel. She's not going to be interested in a guy that does f all with his time." Landon ran off, laughing.
Therein lay the problem. Josh led a perfectly fine life. He got good grades, he had friends, he even had a part time job Monday-Thursday. But, his brother had more friends, a cooler job, an interest in computers and a couple of sports medals. Next to Landon, Josh didn't exist. It wasn't that Josh didn't pursue goals; he wasn't allowed to have them. He wasn't uncool - just not cool enough. Perhaps he needed a hobby he was really good at. But you always knew where to look for Josh - inside the proverbial box. Not outside it.
At least tonight Josh would have some free time. Even before supper, the family left him to their own devices. That wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence. But of course, tonight was different. Tonight, the football team were Away - that being just one mile from their own school, playing against their closest rivals. The tension just had to be hyped by the fact that both schools were well in the running for the Championship. Emotions were high. By 6pm, Josh had the house to himself. Landon was playing in the match, their parents were going to watch - Josh was not. Nobody had asked him to come, and he hadn't asked to go either. Football wasn't his thing.
By 6:15, Josh was sat relaxing on the sofa, watching TV. That was the time he heard music play. What was that? He wasn't sure he recognised it. Oh! He dashed upstairs, and the music got louder. He burst into his room, dived onto his bed and answered his mobile phone. "Hello?"
"Hi Josh. It's Katy."
"Katy! Hi well wow, well - how are you? What-"
"Good, Josh." Katy said, before he could start spluttering in earnest. "Look - I wanted to apologise about earlier. I was just trying to have a conversation. I didn't mean for Slater to push in like that. It was you I wanted to talk to. He just ruined it."
"That's okay; I mean it's not your fault, I mean... wait, aren't you going out with him? I mean -"
There was an exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. "That rumour again! Does he ever quit? Take it from me, Josh, I wouldn't go out with Slater if he was the last guy on earth! I don't want a flashy thug with all muscles and no brain. I want someone grounded, someone that cares someone - well, someone like you, to be honest."
"Someone like me?"
"Yeah; like you. Look; I knew you weren't going to be at the game tonight, and since you can't come tomorrow, I wondered maybe if you'd like to come round tonight? We could hang out at my place?"
Josh was stunned. Five minutes ago he'd have given anything for Katy to phone him up and invite him round to her house, but now his feet were decidedly cold. "I'd love to but I'm - I'm the only one here and I'm expected to be at home and... hang on." Josh stopped talking and started thinking. This was precisely the sort of decision making that had led him to where he was in life right now! It wasn't like anyone was needed to guard the house. He had a key, his parents had a key - and anyway, he knew when the match finished, and when they would be home - he had a good couple of hours to visit Katy and get home again before they got back, and as far as they'd know, he'd never been away. "Scratch that." he said, finding his voice again. "Sure I can come round; I'd be happy to."
"It shouldn't take you more than ten minutes to get here. See ya, Josh." The line went dead.
Just a couple of minutes later, Josh was on his way. He just had to cross the road, go through an alley between two houses and through a small wooded area to Katy's neighbourhood. He knew where Katy's house was. They had known each other since childhood, although visits to Katy's had been rare. They had been friends since childhood, but lately... Josh thought about it. He had liked Katy - not just liked; something more - for a long time now. But lately, Katy had been somewhat friendlier to him. Did she feel anything back? Sometimes he allowed himself to consider the possibility. He was, of course, no longer dressed in school uniform. He had now donned his only pair of jeans, a loose-fitting white T-shirt and a dark green coat. The walk to Katy's was uneventful (apart from his thoughts) and before too long he was ringing the door bell.
Katy answered. It came as something of a surprise to Josh, but she was still in school uniform. Her shirt was now buttoned and her tie straightened. She had also tied some of her hair back; running through an unobtrusive bauble into a single ponytail. She must have seen the surprise on his face, because her opening line was: "I've been doing homework since I got home".
Josh nodded, and then shrugged. "Makes sense." Well, that was a good start at acting nonchalant.
Katy stepped back to allow him to cross the threshold. "We've got the house to ourselves." she told Josh, as he stepped past her and she shut the door. "Let's go up to my room." She led the way, up the stairs, and along the landing to the door at the end. Her room took up the entire front of the house on the first floor. The bed was off to the left, set against the left wall. There was a computer workstation at the foot, and a desk by the expansive window that overlooked the front garden. Off to the right, there was an ensuite and a walk-in wardrobe. She pulled up her desk chair, which was plain and wooden, with a cushion attached. She sat on that, and Josh immediately went for the only other chair in the room - the computer chair.
"You can lie on the bed if you want." Katy suggested. "That chair gets quite uncomfortable after a while."
Josh pressed his hand on the blue fabric. "Looks soft enough."
Katy grinned. "Trust me. My bed is a lot softer."
Josh returned a weak smile and sat on the bed. Immediately he felt the softness supporting him where he touched. He had thought Katie was just stating the obvious, but it was very soft.
"The mattress is memory foam." she explained. "It moulds itself to your exact shape; the most support and the most comfort possible."
"Ah. I've heard of that. It was developed by NASA for use in Outer Space."
Katy smiled. It was a playful, at ease smile. "Don't get technical with me. All I know is that it guarantees me a good night's sleep. That's all I care about." She looked at Josh for a couple more seconds; he wasn't saying anything. "Lie back." she suggested. "See how it supports your spine."
Josh hesitated.
"Go on; trust me."
Josh did as he was told. He laid back, and realised she was right. Even though he was lying on top of the duvet, the mattress was taking the weight of his spine and moulding itself around him. For some reason, Josh decided to talk technical again. "But all people are different, how did you know a mattress that works for you would also work for-"
Katy held up her hand to stop him. "There's a way to tell if a mattress is giving your back the right support; a simple test. Wanna try it?"
"Sure."
Katy stood up and walked over, standing over him. "All right. Get off the bed a minute."
Josh got up. He had enjoyed the sight of Katy standing over him like that, but been uncomfortable at the same time.
Katy pulled the duvet all the way down, folding it over at the bottom of the bed. That revealed the mattress below. She patted it. "Now, lie down."
Josh hesitated again - not because he wanted to disobey her, but because his eyes saw something that the duvet had revealed. Near the bottom of the bed, still partially covered were a few different items. The least conspicuous was a fine black scarf. There was also quite an amount of yellow cord/rope, and just protruding from under the duvet, a curving pink faux fur sleeve, which was clearly covering some metal, as the end was sticking out. "Er..." he nodded at the assortment. "What's all that?"
Katie looked slightly surprised they were there. "Oh! I'd forgotten about that. Natasha was hear a couple of days ago. I tied her up - you know, just for fun."
"Natasha from our Maths class?"
"The very same. What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Josh said. "I just - that just takes me a bit by surprise. I mean what did she do?"
Katy laughed. "She didn't do anything, silly! We were just having a laugh. But I forgot to tidy away properly. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you with that. I honestly forgot that stuff was there. It's okay; I can put it away..." She reached for the metal implement covered in pink fur, and withdrew it from under the duvet fully. There was a metallic clink, and Josh saw a little bit of chain, and another metal ring covered in fur.
"What is that?"
"These?" Katy asked, looking down, a little bit surprised by the question. "You must recognise these - they're hand cuffs."
"Oh - so they are." Josh peered at them. "I've never seen furry ones before. I've only seen handcuffs like - you know, on cop movies and stuff. I thought these were the type you'd find in - you know - a brothel or something. I was just a bit surprised to see them here."
Katy laughed. "You're so innocent, Josh. Have you ever heard of the term bondage?"
"Er - I don't think so."
"It's when two people who - you know, like each other - or it can be just between friends - tie each other up for fun. You know, a sort of exploration of how much they trust each other. The one that ties their friend up can play with them, or tease them, but they have a responsibility to that person. After all you wouldn't want to scare off or upset your friend, would you? Bondage can be used as an interesting way to explore your feelings and trust issues with people you're close to - or on a lighter note, it can just be a bit of fun."
"Do you do this a lot?"
"Not really. You remember I used to go out with Declan? I did it a little bit with him, but he wasn't that into it. And sometimes with girls like Natasha, like I said. But nobody I can do it with, you know - regularly."
"Have you been into this long?"
"Quite a long time; yeah."
"Back when we were kids? And I had no idea."
Katy shrugged. "It's no biggie. It's not the sort of thing you bring up in a conversation, is it? I mean, put it this way: How would you have reacted if I had just asked you the minute you came in if I could tie you up?"
"That would've kind of freaked me out."
"Of course. But... there's something I want to ask you, now that you've seen this. Do you trust me?"
"Sure; what's the question?"
"No, I mean: Do you trust me? Like in what I explained a minute ago. Would you be willing to surrender control to me? How would you feel? Would you be scared? Would you trust me not to do anything to hurt you? Do you think I would break any boundaries?"
"Well, I've known you a long time... you wouldn't hurt me, would you? I mean no; I don't expect you would, I - I feel safe with you. I like your company and everything, I guess... I mean, what I mean is - it was really interesting, what you were talking about - is that really how it works? Like, there's a proper psychological reason to do it? Is it normal?"
"It's completely natural. It's one way of interaction between human beings. Put it this way: it's nothing to be ashamed of. At least - well, you wouldn't go bragging about it if you were into it, would you? But still, there's nothing wrong with it."
"So, you asked me if I trust you, and I say I do trust you... so I should be completely fine letting you tie me up?"
"You don't have to be, but... let's just say I'd be willing to tie you up - if you wanted. Like, if you want to try it out; feel what it's like. I mean, is there anyone better than me? You know me; you have done for years - if you want to, we can give it a go - I'll stop if you feel uncomfortable. But what do you think? It might be worth a try?"
Josh thought about it. He considered everything that had happened tonight. One thought ocurred to him. If he had known, before coming over, that Katie would tie him up, would he have avoided coming? Probably not. After all the thinking he'd done today about where his life was going, perhaps this was an exciting new chapter. "Okay." he said. "How do you want to do it?"
Katy smiled. It was a gentle smile. A smile that could've made him agree to anything. "I'll start with something important. If you feel uncomfortable, if you really want me to stop, you need to have a safe word. A word that will make me stop what I'm doing, whatever it is, whenever it is. That word is banana. Don't say it unless you want me to stop and untie you immediately. All right?"
"All right."
"Good. Now, lie on the bed. Lie flat on your back, and bring your arms up towards the headboard."
Josh did as he was told. He watched as Katy took his hand, and he felt warmth and softness in her dextrous fingers. The headboard consisted of ornate white railings; she gently guided his right hand through them, and clasped one of the cuffs round the wrist. Then she did the same with his left wrist; he was now handcuffed to the headboard. He felt a jolt in his arm as a shot of adrenaline ran through it; it caused a tremble, which Katy noticed.
"Hey." she whispered gently. "It's okay. You're safe. It's just hand cuffs. Everything I do to you, I'll be gentle. I promise." She smiled down at him. "I don't want you to get alarmed, so I'm going to talk you through it, okay? Normally I'd just do it, but as its your first time, I'm going to tell you what's coming. Ok?"
Josh nodded. "OK."
Katy assessed the situation. "Right, I saw the tremble. The next thing I'm going to do is tie your wrists and arms to the headboard with rope. That will make your arms more secure and hopefully you can relax and enjoy it. To do that effectively, I'm going to have to get onto the bed." Katy kept her word, climbing right on top and straddling him. Without even looking, she reached behind her and grabbed one of the lengths of rope. Next, she slid up his midriff, relieving the pressure on his pelvis - she didn't want him too excited too soon. Then she begun the tying. She moved gracefully, moving his arms exactly where she wanted them, cinching the knots expertly - by the time she was finished, his arms could barely move even half a centimetre.
"You've done this quite a lot, haven't you?" Josh asked apprehensively.
Katy nodded. "It's all right. I know what I'm doing. Does it hurt?"
"No; it feels quite comfortable actually."
Katy smiled in appreciation. Then, she took another length of rope and crossed his ankles. "Time for your feet." She bound them tightly. "Well, how do you feel? You're now in a basic tie-up. You can't escape - go on, try it! You can't escape, and I can do whatever I want to you. Does it feel pretty good?"
Josh found that he was actually quite relaxed. Maybe he was going to enjoy this after all. Maybe he enjoyed bondage. The biggest problem (if it was a problem) was that she was turning him on. Katy had initially slid herself off of his private area, but she was sitting back on top of it now and she looked - amazing. "Yeah. It does. What happens now?"
"Well, normally what happens is the captor does things to the prisoner. It depends on their relationship and what they're trying to achieve. Generally it's some form of dominance, like tickling, for example. That's a common one. So, like, I'd tickle you because you're helpless and can't stop me and you're at my mercy. It depends what sort of emotions you want to illicit - and what your tastes are. Like, between you and me, I'd probably want to do things to you that you'd enjoy in some way. I don't want to scare you or upset you. That make sense?"
"I think so. But how does anything happen out of tickling? That's just messing around, isn't it? It doesn't get any real reaction - does it?"
Katy leaned in closer, and looked him right in the eye. "Josh, you are so new to this." She held up her palms to face him. "Using nothing but these two hands, I can make you squirm. I can take your breath away. I can illicit ecstasy, I can make you pass out; I can make you experience levels of emotion and desire that you never knew existed. And I could easily get you to orgasm. And I could do all that without inflicting any pain, or hitting you." She slipped her right hand under his T-shirt; the fingers walking across his skin towards his navel. "These hands can do wondrous things to you. The question is: are you ready?" She leaned in closer. "Are you ready to let go completely? Can I take over? Are you all mine?"
Josh was trembling again, all over his body this time. Trembling in anticipation. "Are you willing to do it?" he asked quietly.
"Yes." Katy whispered, their lips just a centimetre apart now. "Just say the word."
Josh could feel a tear in the corner of his eye. He didn't know why it was there. He had never felt anything like this, and it wasn't in a bad way. This was perhaps the best he'd ever felt. In that moment, he wouldn't have cared what she did to him. He raised his head off the pillow; she came down - their lips met, and didn't part for who knew how long. It was soft and sweet. Josh could feel the pressure of hers on his, and wished it would never end. Finally his head dropped onto the pillow. After a moment, he tried to speak. It was difficult. "Do - do whatever you like - with your hands. Please."
Katy nodded. "Okay." she whispered, and unzipped his jeans.

To be continued....

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby xtc » Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:36 am

Good start. Time spent setting the scene is never wasted.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby bondagegirl1995 » Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:57 am

Very cool story so far!

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby linkedin » Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:43 pm

All down to personal preference but this is hands down my favorite thing on here so far, the emotion and the realism are perfect and it reads like im watching a film :) great work cant wait for the next part!

-Linkedin

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Oct 18, 2011 4:23 pm

Great start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby canuck100 » Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:54 pm

Very good story! Thanks for posting it, looking forward to the next parts.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby xtc » Wed Oct 19, 2011 1:43 am

Sir, you seem to have a hit on your hands.

"Ahit; a palpable hit" (Wm. Shakespeare) OOps! sorry, wrong thread!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby Qarl » Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:44 pm

I agree with the others. I love your story. I'll enjoy reading more, and hope you'll add an update soon!

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby BoundJiraxys15 » Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:20 am

Thanks for taking my request, it's fantastic so far :).
Handgag me. Hogtie/Chairtie/Frogtie me in my bare feet. My dirty socks wadded up and shoved in my mouth secured by duct tape wrapped around my mouth, ballgag, or both. Nude or just in my skibby's. Tickle me, feminize me, I won't care.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby mskvor » Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:44 am

What a great first chapter. PLease, continue.
MS

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby Lil'Neks » Sat Oct 29, 2011 10:04 am

Amazing, please continue.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby milagros317 » Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:29 am

Wonderful start. Please continue. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby lonewolfandfriends » Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:57 am

I had decided to not read this story up until know, and that was a mistake.

CONTINUE!!

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby thedarkdefender » Tue Nov 01, 2011 5:44 am

amazing story and very well written.
can't wait to read more....wish I had a girl like that.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby BoundJiraxys15 » Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:17 pm

Yeah, cannot wait for the next part :D
Handgag me. Hogtie/Chairtie/Frogtie me in my bare feet. My dirty socks wadded up and shoved in my mouth secured by duct tape wrapped around my mouth, ballgag, or both. Nude or just in my skibby's. Tickle me, feminize me, I won't care.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby boundboy » Mon Nov 07, 2011 4:25 am

great start! can't wait to read more!
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags

-boundboy

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby Games_Bond » Mon Nov 28, 2011 1:17 pm

First of all, I just want to say a heart-felt Thank you to all who commented here. Feedback is always very much appreciated and it is excellent to know that my work is appreciated by so many. I hope Chapter two lives up to the task. I regret that it took so long to finish, but I didn't want to shorten it or jeapardise the quality of the content. I'm genuinely sorry about the delay, and I can only hope that you all feel that the next Chapter has been worth the wait. Enjoy! :)

CHAPTER TWO: Hands, tease, and whoops-a-daisy

Josh thrashed and squirmed, but he couldn't escape. The back of his head was massaged by the cushy pillow as four fingers clasped tight over his lips. Katy’s left thumb rested neatly under his chin, completing the powerful yet delicate hand-gag. But that hand was doing next to nothing compared to the other one.
The other hand was running riot across Josh’s midriff. The fingers stroked, brushed, tickled and prodded with an unsurpassable amount of experience. Katy knew exactly what to do when; her fingers having free reign. Josh’s back arched and collapsed and arched again, with shorter intervals in between; he attempted to roll from side to side – he attempted a number of things; his torso contorting in a variety of manners as it tried to escape the torture Katy was dishing out. He wanted to laugh but couldn’t; breathing was becoming more difficult by the second; he felt like she was tickling the life out of him.
She had begun gently enough; stroking and massaging his midriff; her hand sliding effortlessly across the skin, causing it to shiver as it did. All this under the T-shirt as she calmly massaged and probed, preparing him for more. Ever so slowly, so gradually – at a pace so stealthy Josh hadn’t even noticed, she had worked the garment up the way, so that the hem was now folded over across his chest, leaving the lower area exposed. Here was her playground for now. Although she had kept the zip of his jeans down, she had only playfully slipped her index finger through the hole once – an innocuous stroke of the pants was all, for now.
Josh wondered if Katy was aware of the havoc she was causing. This was torture – but the sort of torture that he would willingly come back for more of. Adrenaline was pumping throughout his entire system; the more he choked and strived for air, the more alive he felt. She was killing him softly; he had perhaps only a couple of minutes – and he didn’t mind one bit. She was situated right over his crotch, and there was a sure-fire reaction there too. He could feel the blood pumping in, causing the growth, the stiffness, the rising…
No! Don’t do that! He couldn’t convey the message as Katy did what she did. She was leaning in, bringing herself closer; her rounded breasts were in sniffing distance as he jolted and folded; he couldn’t resist – he tried to plead with her with his eyes, tried to get the message across… Please! You’re too attractive! I can’t hold it in much longer!
If Katy had got that message, she wasn’t letting on. She was grinning happily, and gave the smallest laugh as she saw the look of desperation on his face. The intensity of the tickling did not relent. It was increasing – now the knuckles of the fingers were getting involved, depriving him of even more breath that he didn’t have. He felt saliva building in his throat; he couldn’t swallow; he couldn’t do anything, almost every part of him was shutting down, except the trouser department…
Katy was getting closer and closer. His nose brushed against her shirt as he rebounded off the pillow; so violent were his spasms that her gagging hand wasn’t pinning him down completely. Her breasts were being put right into his vision; he closed his eyes; he still dry-wretched as she showed him no mercy, now he was really choking; he felt his mouth full of liquid; he opened his eyes again. He was just in time to see a white shirt completely obscure his vision as her bosom covered his nostrils… He couldn’t bear it any longer – all at the same time he was suffocating, choking, and about to come as the fingers danced around the navel –
And then it happened. The fingers stopped running free; the index finger stroked right up his centre; the girl on top of him rose as one. In the same instant he was allowed to breathe, gasp, and appreciate the relief of weight from his pelvis. Saliva escaped upwards from his mouth as it opened in an exhilarated groan of drawing breath; the now unrestrained head shot a yard off the pillow before plummeting down into it and burying itself there.
His mouth was wider than it ever had been; taking in air in hyper-ventilated chunks. He shivered once or twice as the oxygen raced into his system. Katy was doing absolutely nothing to him now and still he felt like she was torturing him. She’d done such a good job even the after effects were taking about a minute to happen. His heart rate was slowly returning to normal. He lay back, still on the edge that she had taken him to, wondering what she was going to do next. Had she finished?
Smiling, she leaned in again. “Was that good?” she whispered.
Josh didn’t trust himself to form words, so he just nodded.
“Aww.” Katy crooned, realising his difficulty. “Now do you see why people find it fun to get tied up? To give up control completely to somebody they trust?”
Again, Josh nodded.
Katy was beaming at him. Then, slowly, she leaned in again. Before Josh could really register what was happening, they were kissing again. It was like she was paralysing him with her lips; a numbing sensation radiated through his veins. He felt like he wanted to suspend this moment forever in time. Was this right? Was this real? This had to be too good… maybe it was all a dream.
She raised herself upwards eventually. He was sure there was a stupid expression on his face. He couldn’t help it; nobody but her existed for him now; he just had to gaze in wonder up at the vision of beauty. She was looking down at him, as though waiting for something. Her head was cocked ever so slightly to one side, and all she did was sit there. The moment of realisation hit him like a punch in the gut. She’s waiting for me to say something!! Say something clever! Something witty! Still he just laid there, without saying anything… the seconds were passing by. Tick after tock after tick after tock after tick after tock and he still wasn’t saying anything! This was bad; this was a good situation and now he was messing it up by not knowing how to speak to a girl. And for the first time in his life, Katy became a girl.
Katy had always been a girl, but she had always been Josh’s friend too. They had grown up together; had first met and made undeletable ties of friendship as young children, before the age where it became weird for boys to play with girls. As such, Josh had never been self-conscious or nervous in speaking to Katy; talking to her had been as easy as talking to someone in his family. But now, feelings were racing through his head; now he felt the need to impress, and for the first time he was nervous about what to say to her.
Well something would be a start! About a minute had passed since they had stopped kissing, and still he had not said anything. This was becoming an awkward silence at high speed. He had to say something, and fast. And his brain was still frozen; all he knew was that words were going to form sooner or later, and when they did, they would be neither witty nor clever – he would be lucky to get a coherent sentence out. He was going to blow it, he knew it, and all that remained was to wait for the incriminating words to form in his mouth…
“Have you finished?”
Josh felt his entire body freeze; just a moment after that his eyes screwed shut in the deepest embarrassment. On the one hand, that hadn’t been quite as bad as he thought it was going to be; on the other it was still a pretty stupid thing to say. He opened one eye to see what Katy’s response would be.
How would she take it? There was more than one way to take that sentence. It could be a suggestion that she’d gone too far, or a suggestion that she hadn’t gone far enough. She might take it as an insult – What if she takes it as an insult? Hang on – she said something!
“Why?” It was one word. Why? Why had he said that, what had he meant; what did she mean… thoughts flooded through his mind in random order. There hadn’t been a very playful edge to the word. It had been more audible and more conversational. This was heading out of fun territory. On the up side, it looked like they were about to have a conversation, but on the down side, he still had to be very careful about what words he chose. And a realisation came that it would be very easy to insult this girl right now, which was not a good idea when tied to her bed, completely at her mercy.
“Well…” That word was a reasonable start. He was considering, and appearing to be considering too. But he had to get this next part right. “I don’t know what happens now.” – He decided a meek admission was a good policy. “I don’t know what you’re planning on doing next. I don’t know…” he trailed off. “This is all new to me. It’s great; don’t get me wrong, I just – what happens now?” He looked pleadingly at her. Please understand!
Katy peered down at him, as if trying to work him out. After a few seconds, there was a faint trace of a smile returning. Just a trace, but it was there. Then, she leaned slightly closer to him again. “What do you want to happen next?”
Was he supposed to choose? He settled for: “You’re the one in control; you tell me” – and immediately he congratulated himself. That actually sounded like a proper response!
At least, Katy liked it. Her head went back the way and she laughed. “Good boy! You’re learning.” Then, she was leaning closer still. “You asked me if I was finished.” she said dangerously. The words were harshly spoken, but even an amateur like Josh could detect the playful edge returning. “Did you want me to be finished?”
Josh considered, but he felt like he had time to come up with a proper answer. “I said you could do whatever you liked with your hands.”
Katy smiled. Then she moved without warning. In a few seconds flat, his jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down to his knees. “I did that with my hands.” she grinned. The playful element to her words was returning in full. But there was still a harsh and dangerous quality to them too – a quality that Josh did not particularly mind at the moment. “You scared?”
Josh maybe didn’t have a lot of experience talking to girls, but he thought he knew what he was supposed to say in this situation. “Bring it on!” he smiled.
Katy’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened just a little; part smile, part surprise – and partly a look that said OK, you’re for it, Mister! Here eyes conveyed a message that he couldn’t quite place. Her tongue rolled across her lips before she spoke, with the playful edge heightened even more. “Is that – a challenge?”
Josh smiled. “Yeah; I guess it is.”
Katy was smiling with her eyes, and Josh suddenly knew what they were saying. It wasn’t a message to him. Katy’s eyes had lit up like she’d hit the jackpot. She was hearing everything she wanted to hear. Her head lolled back a bit; taking him in; sizing him up. Then she was on top of him again; straddling his pelvis; facing him eye-to-eye. “What do I have permission to do?”
“Anything with your hands.”
“Is that all?”
Josh considered. “What else do you want to do?”
Katy smiled superiorly. “Oh no, you challenged me – I’m not letting you know what my plans are! If you’re really not scared, then give me permission to do anything to you. Then you’ll find out what happens.”
Josh considered. That did sound very tempting. On the other hand, he already knew how good he had felt when she was just using her hands, and a challenge was a challenge. “I’m making it difficult for you. Stick to anything with your hands. You did give quite a long list of the things you could do just with your hands.”
Katy’s eyes widened for a moment, but she was smiling. “Okay; you asked for it!” Her right hand placed itself on his midriff, and immediately it was sliding downwards. This time it was sliding under the pants… he felt the fingers run across the shaft… and now she had a firm grip on it.
Josh had heard a lot of things from various sources about girls. A lot of the “information” came from his school friends – not what he’d considered to be a reliable source. A teenage joke had resulted in his friends talking about masturbation – and how it made sense when girls weren’t around. One of his friends had said that if a girl was around, she sometimes would do it for you. Josh had taken that with a pinch of salt – after all, surely not? Today he was finding out it was true. Katy hadn’t come to hold what she was currently holding by accident – she knew what she was doing, and as he felt the tug and pull from her delicate fingers, he knew exactly what her intentions were too.
The left hand got it on the action too. Not in the downstairs department, but tickling mercilessly upstairs. He was forced to writhe and squirm; he couldn’t help it. She had him exactly where she wanted him, slowly exhausting him, and all the time a reaction was happening…
He could feel the blood rising into his member; he could feel the stiffness and the rising and he knew that Katy could feel it too. There was no denying what was happening; she knew what reaction she was getting. Her fingers down there stopped the ticklish caressing and progressed into a tugging and rubbing. He was getting very excited very quickly.
He tried to hold back. There was a scary vision entering his head – of what Katy would think of him if he was to come; if the stuff sprayed all over her hand. She’s a girl, she would find that disgusting – so he tried in desperation to calm down; not to suffer the embarrassment of premature ejaculation. How experienced was Katy? Did she know she was irresistible?
There was no holding back; he was being taken right there. He had no more defences available; no energy left to resist. Katy was just too good. The moment came when he gave in. There was a moment of realisation when he accepted his fate – he was not going to be able to stop this. He tried to console himself – it was a natural reaction; he felt the preliminary feeling – a slight burning sensation, a tightening in his genitalia and the feeling that he was bursting for a pee – it was about to happen –
But it didn’t. The hand released him just in time. The other hand stopped tickling. At the very last second, Katy had shown some mercy. He was teetering over the edge but not falling. Whether Katy knew how close she had been, he didn’t know. But gasps and groans were escaping from his mouth as relief flooded through him. He hadn’t wanted his first girl-created orgasm to happen like that, and Katy had obligingly stopped just when it had seemed too late.
Katy was leaning in and smiling again. She had arched her pelvis off of his body, giving his member some air. More crucially, there was no pressure being applied to it. But he could feel the erection; it was pointing upwards – it still made contact with her trousers. She had to know what she’d done. There was no hiding it. If she looked down, she’d be able to see it, and she’d certainly have felt it with her fingers.
“I can tell you’re enjoying this.” she smiled. “The gasps tell me so. But… I don’t think it’s a good idea to be so loud. After all, we wouldn’t want anyone hearing you, would we? We wouldn’t want anyone coming to rescue you.” She winked, and climbed off of him – off of the bed in fact.
“What do you mean?” Josh asked.
Katy took a step away and admired the view from afar. “Would you really want anyone except me to see you like that?” she asked playfully.
Josh looked down. His penis was beginning to feel cold, but it still hadn’t wilted. The waistband of his boxers barely touched the shaft, which had escaped out and up from them long ago. It was pointing upwards towards the ceiling. “No, of course not!” The thought was horrible. He could only bear Katy seeing it because she was the one that had put him like this. He certainly didn’t want anyone else to find out about this.
“So trust me.” She smiled, and turned away from him. He watched as she headed over to the other side of the room – to her walk in wardrobe – and disappeared inside. She was only out of view for a matter of seconds, but Josh’s trepidation was rising. She clearly had something planned next, but he’d no idea what it was.
He felt none the wiser as she reappeared and walked towards him with two small items, which as she drew closer appeared to be silk handkerchiefs. His inexperience was obvious as he still had no idea as she climbed back on top of him with a seductive smile that was supposed to give away what was about to happen to him. The clue did not help at all.
Initially, there was nothing. She laid them down at his side without doing anything to them. But then there was a clear moment when a thought struck her – a momentary pause as it came to her. And then came a look – a look that could penetrate right into his heart. The look told him she was overly gentle and playful, things he knew already. But there was something else as well. As their eyes met, he realised something he knew had already been obvious, but he hadn’t appreciated – this girl had a dirty mind.
She picked up one of the silk handkerchiefs, and gently draped it over his upstanding helmet. Her hand grabbed the shaft through the cloth, and pulled on the silk, sliding it down the shaft towards the base. Then, she picked up the other handkerchief. This one started at the base, but wasn’t moved upwards – instead, she cupped it over his testicles. She pressed it there for a moment or so, and in so doing, was literally holding him by the balls.
Josh didn’t know what to make of this. Was this what girls normally did to guys? So far had been so good, but he didn’t know where she was going with this. He still had no real guesses as she took the second one away, and grasped his erection through the silk again. It had eased off a bit by now; the colder air getting to it. She pulled it downwards, and gently helped it back inside his pants, removing the handkerchief. Then she pulled his trousers up. She had to feel around and massage his buttocks to slide the back up to behind his waist, but she got there. Then she zipped him up and buttoned the trousers too. He was now pitching a small tent as the last of the erection was still there. The helmet was chafing against the material; he hadn’t had enough “cool down” time, he realised he was still in danger of coming. That danger was confirmed as she slid her pelvis on top of his, putting pressure on the area. And what was she planning?
He soon found out. The silk scarves were brought upwards. Katy was fluid as she moved, and he could see some of her working, but still couldn’t quite see how she did it. But somehow, the handkerchiefs were unified in a tie around his cheeks and head, and they protruded into his mouth. He felt like he was part eating them, and it took him a moment longer to work out what had actually happened. She had gagged him. And that wasn’t all, he realised – gagged with handkerchiefs that had been in contact with his private parts.
“Now what will I do with you?” She examined her prey. Tied, gagged – totally helpless. Once more, she took full charge of the situation, straddling him. But she was gentle this time, transferring some of her weight to her knees, taking the pressure off of him. She took hold of the T-shirt and gently rolled it up as far as it would go. His entire chest was exposed. Then, she leaned in, her head going down towards it.
As he felt the soft moisture on his skin, just below his thumping heart, it took him a moment longer to realise she was kissing him, just ever so slightly, on his exposed torso. He felt it again, in a slightly different area, and again, and again. The touch of her lips was as delicate as could be; as tender as he had ever felt, each one paralysing him a little bit more as she kissed around his heart. A slightly different sensation rippled through him and he realised that now the tongue was getting involved. She kissed and caressed with her lips, licked with her tongue, and now – what was she doing to his nipple?
Josh wanted to commit the moment to eternal memory. He’d never felt this way before and he was enjoying it immensely as he realised she was sucking on his nipple. How long she carried on this routine, he did not know. He did not care. He did not want it to stop.
When she finally did raise her head, there were clear signs it wasn’t over yet. The sly look was back on her face. “Well, I think I have thoroughly explored your upper half. Now… question. Would you like to see mine?
Josh’s eyes widened. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was she really going to show him her…? He nodded as fervently as he could. He was done playing games; trying to work out what the right answer was (although he was pretty sure it was yes). He knew that Katy knew that he knew that she had him where she wanted. There was no point denying anything to her.
She grinned slyly, and took the pressure off her knees. Her pelvis came down on top of his again. But she had carried on; she was leaning in; the two perfectly supple, rounded breasts, hidden beneath that white layer, were leaning in again… He couldn’t see them yet but he felt his anticipation rising… something else was rising too but he paid it no heed.
With one hand, Katy was reaching for the topmost button that was still done up. With the other, the fingers were crawling across his skin towards his T-shirt. “Okay, here goes.” she said. Her finger was on the button; it was half way through the slit already. But then, out of nowhere, the T-shirt came up, over his eyes, taking away his vision just as the two seams of her top parted to reveal the bra. For the tiniest nanosecond he might’ve seen it, but now she was tucking the front of the T-shirt behind his head, keeping his sight obscured. Her legs tightened their hold on his sides and he felt the bra rub against his chest. This sent a shiver right through him…
And it happened. His broken resistance finally gave way completely and immediately he felt his pants fill as it all escaped. He moaned into his gag as the ejaculation sent a spasm from top to toe, with a small but firm shudder accompanying it. A tear formed in his eye as he shuddered again, slighter this time, hoping against hope that Katy had not noticed what he knew; that she had brought him to orgasm.
As the high of the release ebbed away, it was overcome by a sense of panic and shame. How could he let this happen? It had been going so well. What would Katie think of him when she found out? He couldn’t see how he’d be able to hide it from her in his current state.
For the next minute, he barely registered what Katy was doing to him, sensual as it was. He was still panicking about being made to let go prematurely – how was he supposed to have held it in? His brain was racing, trying to figure a way out. But there was none. He could feel the semen creeping across and down his leg, beginning to reach his trousers now. This was a mess, a complete mess.
It didn’t get any easier. If Katy had noticed him come, she was doing a very good job of hiding it. She was carrying on regardless with more tickling and sensual probing. She had “forgotten” to take the T-shirt back down. He no longer knew whether her bra would’ve been visible if he could see.
The air was hot and claustrophobic – he didn’t know how long his lungs would put up with eau de Josh being forced into them. The oxygen was thin. His breaths were becoming shorter.
“So, you’ve now been tied up and teased.” Katy told him. “What do you think? Am I a good girl? Would you like some more?”
Josh genuinely had no idea what to say (nod or shake); he lay rigid and still. Luckily, Katy took it as a good sign. “Awww, poor baby’s tired.” she crooned. “I think I’ll need to go and get some…” she breathed in audibly, searching for the word. If she found it, she didn’t speak it – just left it hanging.
He felt her rise and slide off of him; heard her feet hit the floor as she stood up. His breathing was becoming even shorter. He felt in danger of passing out. Then he heard words which really chilled him.
“Back in fifteen minutes.” He felt her kiss him on the cheek, but then sensed her move away. This was confirmed as he heard the unmistakable sound of her bedroom door closing behind her. Katy had left him alone, wallowing in his own dread. Fear of what had happened; apprehension at what was to come. Katy was not finished yet.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby bondagegirl1995 » Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:09 pm

Excellent continuationdont worry about us. Take your time and post when you are ready. We will be waiting!

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby Qarl » Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:55 pm

Loved reading this installment! I agree with bondagegirl1995... it's worth the wait, as long as it takes. Thanks for the latest edition. :)

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:22 am

more, more, more is all I can say.
This is one of the best stories I've read, and I've been reading for many years now. Don't keep us waiting for too long.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby BoundJiraxys15 » Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:00 am

Once again, another work of art! Cannot wait for the next part!
Handgag me. Hogtie/Chairtie/Frogtie me in my bare feet. My dirty socks wadded up and shoved in my mouth secured by duct tape wrapped around my mouth, ballgag, or both. Nude or just in my skibby's. Tickle me, feminize me, I won't care.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby canuck100 » Mon Dec 05, 2011 6:24 pm

One word: hawt!

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Jan 23, 2012 2:24 pm

Great chapter 2! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby BoundJiraxys15 » Mon Jan 23, 2012 9:20 pm

Can't wait for this to continue :)
Handgag me. Hogtie/Chairtie/Frogtie me in my bare feet. My dirty socks wadded up and shoved in my mouth secured by duct tape wrapped around my mouth, ballgag, or both. Nude or just in my skibby's. Tickle me, feminize me, I won't care.

Re: Initiation (F/M)

Postby kneesocktied » Thu Jan 26, 2012 10:13 pm

This is getting good! Please continue.