You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:50 am

I think I have mentioned it before in one of my former stories. A lot of good novels start with one famous sentence. “Call me Ishmael” is surely recognized by many people who at least know how to hold a book.
No, I don’t want to put my little stories nowhere near the greatness of Melville- I know I am not that good; however, I am not beyond stealing a good idea or two from him :-)
So, I start my story with this sentence:

“Hmmmmpf!!”

Ok ok- I have to admit, that is not high literature. However, if would know the situation of the person who said that sentence- which happened to be me- you would surely agree that *given the circumstances* this was as much literate as it can get.

I mean…how much choice of expression do you have when a bandana is stuffed into your mouth and it (the mouth, not the bandana) is sealed with several strips of duct tape?
‘Not too much’ is the correct answer, and that was exactly everything I could say then- not too much.

The reader who followed my endeavours so far may now ask…”Hey, I thought that guy is more into tying others up, not into being tied himself…so why is he gagged?”
Ironically, I asked myself the same question back then…and reflected upon the events which lead to my situation…
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There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:50 am

-----2 hours ago-----location: the ‘famous’ cabin from my former stories-----weather: the sun is shining-----

Disclaimer: This story revolves around the two girls Angela and Jasmine. And me. For descriptions of the persons involved, please look up my other stories. I am too lazy at the moment to copy&paste them again. The attentive reader will surely notice that this story, time wise, happened long time before my more current story “meet Lydia-Sophie”- and he is right. At the point of this story, I was still engaged with Jasmine and Angela.

The girls and me had one of our rare free weekends and decided to spend it at the little house near the sea which happened to be at our disposal now and then. That house should be well known to you by now…if not, check former stories for a general description.
We had already spent one day here, having much fun (including tied up girls…). But these events are a different story, maybe to be told at another time.


Angela had volunteered to be out of the picture for the moment. Well…in fact she wanted to stay tied up for a longer amount of time (“hey...I wonder if I can stay tied up all day long…”) and so was now lying around in the bedroom, trussed up good and gagged tightly. While Jasmine and I could still hear her when she moaned into her gag, she was not disturbing us any further.

We (Jasmine and I) were currently sitting on the couch, relaxing and talking about this and that.
“Remember back when, for a change, we tied you up?” she asked. (My loyal readers will remember the story of course, ‘the bet’)
“Yes, I do” I answered. “It was a weird experience.”
“It was”, she replied. “And I would like to do it again”
That was quite a surprise to me, as Jasmine usually was the shyer and introvert- and yes, devout- of the two girls.
“You know… I am not that into that kind of role” I replied.
“Yes I know”, she said, “and I already reckoned you would answer that way. That’s why I already have though of something to make it enjoyable for you, too….”
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:51 am

----the present----location: in a tight spot-----weather: dusk
I came back from my reflections of the past. At least I should give a try again and attempt to escape out of this situation, so I started to carefully check it.
I was sitting on the floor in the living room. My feet were tied together; my legs were tied tightly above and below my knees. My hands were bound behind my back, elbows too, and my upper body was wrapped in far more layers of rope than necessary for restraining me. A tight rope was running between my legs. I reflected that a crotch rope is much more enjoyable for a female than for a male…but as the moment, I had little choice but to endure it.
As you already know, I was well-gagged, too!
Someone- in fact, a very special someone, would have to pay for this, I promised myself…

-to be continued-

Feedback is very welcome!

Cheers

FF
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby shadow20 » Wed Feb 03, 2010 11:39 am

very nice man keep going

i like your writing style too
Anybody want to talk about bondage or my experiences i would love to talk, PM me.
You talk too much, but I know how to fix that! :mrgreen:

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:59 am

-----2 hours ago-----location: on the couch with Jasmine----weather: hey, still the same

“You have?” I answered.
“Yes” she replied. “We know each other quite well, don’t we?”
I nodded.
“Well…if you let me tie you up,” she continued, “I will -in turn- do something for you which I don’t like that much, too.”
“Multiple times.” She added as she realized that I looked rather suspicious.
“What are you talking about?” I asked
“Uhmmm…if you don’t mind, I want to keep that a little secret, for now” she replied.
“So, to summarize” I said, “you want me to be tied up by you- which I don’t like that much- and in turn, you will return some super-secret favour?”
“Basically, yes” she replied.

And, with a smile, continued: “I trust you enough to let myself get tied up helplessly by you. Don’t you trust me enough to be sure that this favour will be something which you really will enjoy?”

She had me now….and we both knew it. Girls can be true beasts…always remember that, guys!

Accepting my fate, I nodded. “Ok…if it’s that great wish for you, let’s do it”.
She smiled…”Thank you…and be assured; I will take measures to ensure that I will keep my part.”
Whatever that meant….she quickly went ahead, leaving me no time to think about that.
“I want you to put on your black gym shorts, again” she continued, “like the last time you were tied up.”
Again I nodded, and changed into the wanted gear. Black shiny gym shorts, a white t-shirt.
Jasmine had not been idle, either, and had collected tons of rope and some other assorted tie-up materials.
“You look nice in that, do you know?” she greeted as I came back.
I smiled…and in my mind already planned 101 ways to take revenge on her for all this.
“Now turn around and put your hands behind your back…
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby smtape » Thu Feb 04, 2010 5:51 pm

cant wait to hear the rest

Re: You never can tell...

Postby OverLooker » Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:23 pm

I need to know what happens! Please! Hurry up and continue this story!
"Mmmmppphhhhhhh"

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:54 am

----the present---location: still too tied up to come to the door----weather: Thunderstorm (only joking :-) )


“Hmmmpf” I moaned into my gag…and proceeded to test my bounds one more time. Maybe something had gotten loose?
Sadly, everything still felt very snug and tight. Jasmine took care to cinch everything of, and if you ever have been tied up, you know that is one very reliable way to make bondage pretty inescapable.
My hands had little freedom of movement, as my arms were tied that tightly. I could only feel around some inches. I could touch and feel the smooth fabric of my gym shorts covering my rear end…and as I stretched my fingers out I could touch a similar fabric covering the female version of a rear end- which was rewarded by another “Hmmmpppf”, this time coming from a female voice behind my back.
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Fri Feb 05, 2010 10:50 pm

----1 hour ago----location: the floor of the living room---weather: getting hot from my escape attempts

One thing was for sure: Jasmine had me trussed up very well, and there was most likely no way for me to free myself. I had tested that since she tied me up, so I was pretty sure at the time being.
Jas herself had watched my struggles for a while and then had proceeded into the bedroom, were Angela was still lying around, tied up, too. She had closed the door; I had no idea what was going on there.
Beside some muffled sounds coming out of said room I now was alone…and helpless.
Heck, even if I wanted, I could not call for help, thanks to that <beep> gag.
“Hmmmpf!!”
All I could do was to wait for whatever was in store for me…
Time seems to pass different when you are tied up, so I was not too sure how much of it had passed as Jasmine entered my room again.
“Ah, nice to see you are still there” she teased me. I replied with an angry “hmmpf!”
“Don’t be sad, honey…” she continued, “remember: I learned bondage from one of the very best…from you!”
I didn’t exactly feel flattered at the moment. However, my capabilities to express my disagreement were rather limited so I decided to remain silent.

“I decided to make the whole situation more…interesting. Both for you and for my dear friend Angela” she said, and with an evil smile she pulled a rope which she was holding in her hand.
With some muffled grunts- either out of pleaser, or pain…or both…Angela stumbled into the room. The rope Jasmine had pulled was tied to a set of ropes running between Angela’s legs. She was wearing light blue, shiny gym shorts and a *very* tight black sports top. The crotch rope was really tight and left little doubts…about whether Angela was wearing something below the thin shorts (answer: no) or whether the rope was placed extremely well to deal out pleasure and pain to Angela (answer: yes).

She was gagged the same, effective way as me: something stuffed into her mouth and sealed with duct tape.

As I have learned later, Jasmine had used Angela’s own, used panties to stuff her mouth. However, at the moment back then, there was no way for me to recognize that.

Angela’s hands were tied together in front of her. They were also attached to the crotch rope…I reckoned –knowing Angela- that she even might be able to climax herself by just pulling her hands, moving the crotch rope…
I put aside that thought and examined the rest of her body. Jasmine had been thorough with her, too- her upper body was covered in ropes, like mine, holding her arms in place. Several ropes below and above her nice breasts ensured that they were very visibly…

“Ok, now come over here” Jasmine ordered, pointing in my direction and pulling again on the rope connected to Angela’s crotch rope…
“Ouuupfff” Angela crinched...but obeyed without hesitation. This told me- as she was usually far less obedient- that the rope might be a little tighter than she would have deemed comfortable.

“Now sit down….back to back with him” Jasmine ordered while she fetched even more ropes. It was quite obviously what she was up to, now…
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby notvanillafella » Sat Feb 06, 2010 7:45 am

Nice work as always. PLEASE keep going.!!!

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:17 pm

----the present----location: back-to-back with Angela-----weather: I don’t give a damn

We were still tied up the same way as Jasmine had left us…she had used more rope to tie our upper bodies together.
She even thought of connecting our crotch ropes.
While to me this just meant an uncomfortable pull between my legs, to Angela this meant her already too tight rope there was pulled even tighter…and moved around with every movement she- or me- made.
Her hands were still tied in front of her and knotted to that rope, too- which didn’t improve her overall situation either.
I am not hundred percent sure about this- but I think she climaxed at least once, screaming into her gag.
Jasmine had been watching us since she had finished her rope work. Of course, she had all the time of the world now…Angela and I were completely at her mercy.

I have to admit- partially I liked the situation. It felt good to touch Angela’s read end (I know…men are all the same). After a while, I found out that I even could make her scream pleasurably into her gag, just by using the little movement my fingers still had by playing with her crotch rope.
As you can see…even when tied up I am able to find a way to torment someone.
Jasmine was obviously enjoying the show.

-to be continued-
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Boundgal08 » Mon Feb 08, 2010 7:52 am

Wow... excellent story FF :) I loved it :) I hope to read more stories :) Or more of this one, if there is more :)

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: You never can tell...

Postby riplord » Mon Feb 08, 2010 10:32 am

This is a thoroughly enjoyable and well written story. I continue to look forward to the remaining chapters. GOOD JOB!

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Mon Feb 08, 2010 11:10 pm

Again a lot of time had passed- maybe an hour, including one more climax by the already pretty exhausted Angela, when Jasmine decided:
“Well Mat, I think it’s time for your reward now…after all, it was quite an enjoyment so far to watch you two struggle.”
“Hmmmpf!” was all Angela and I could say, and so we did.
“I need to prepare you two a little, though”.
Despite our muted protests, she lowered us down our sides.
We now were laying on the floor, still tied back-to-back, me on my left side, Angela on her right. She tried to move her hip as close as possible to mine- most likely in an attempt to somehow release the pressure on her crotch, dealed out by the rope still placed there.

Jasmine was not idle and fetched more ropes. She proceeded by stretching out our legs (both mine and Angela’s were still tied together at the feet and knees) and tying them to our partners respectively.

Our situation hadn’t improved- now we were lying stretched out on the floor, back to back, like cemented to each other.
Jasmine smiled…”You are not moving anywhere anymore…”
She was obviously correct, and I hmmpfed into my gag.
“I’ll be right back” she said and left us alone, entering the bedroom.

-to be continued-
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby OverLooker » Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:07 am

I am loving this story! Tell us more! :bound:
"Mmmmppphhhhhhh"

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Tue Feb 09, 2010 11:22 pm

Hmm to be honest I am a little unsure...if the next chapter is not a little too adult for this board. After all- there are many many kids on here... :(

Cheers

FF
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Boundgal08 » Wed Feb 10, 2010 7:20 am

Oh no FF :( this is not good... I need the next part to this story... its really really really good :D

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: You never can tell...

Postby ninterz » Wed Feb 10, 2010 8:25 am

yeah couldn't wait :-D

komm schon so schlimm kann es auch nicht sein
du weiß doch selber was die jugend sich eh schon alles aus den fingern saugt
wer das hier gefunden hat der hat auch schon schlimmere seiten gefunden

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Wed Feb 10, 2010 11:47 pm

Hmm ok I'll give it a try.
*WARNING* the details may get a little more...intimate...from this point on.

She arrived back from the bedroom only a few minutes later. She had changed her clothing: now she was wearing a tight, dark blue sports top- like Angela’s, just a different colour- and shiny white gym shorts.
The white ones are a little bit transparent, you know. Only a bit, but sometimes it’s enough to determine if someone is wearing underwear beneath them. In Jasmine’s case, the answer was “no”.
She stood next to us, from our floor point of view towering high above…well aware that we could see some very private parts of her from that position.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
“Hmmpf” I could only nod. Hey, I am a man!
She smiled and kneeled down beside me…tying some more ropes around my hip, but not knotting them of.
“Hmmpf?” I was curious what she was up to.
“Oh, never mind” she replied, “I will need those later on”.

She fetched several more ropes- and, strangely, a head harness with a ring gag and a pair of handcuffs...
Hey...if you don’t know what a ring gag is, google it ;-)

Jas’ then sat down right in front of me.
“Hmmpf?” Angela wanted to know…remember, she was back-to-back with me and now could not see what was happening now anymore.
“Oh, shut up” Jasmine replied with a hard pull on my crotch rope. This, of course, resulted in Angela’s being pulled tight, too- so while for me it was just only mildly uncomfortable, she screamed in pain into her gag, but then remained silent afterwards.
“Good girlie” Jasmine smiled.

-to be continued-
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Fri Feb 12, 2010 3:04 am

She now crossed her ankles- a very revealing position if someone is sitting in front of you, just wearing shiny shorts- and to my surprise started tying them together in that position.

“Hmmap Hmmar Hmou Hmoouinpf?” I tried to ask.
“Make sure that I keep my promise” she replied, smiling.

Tied helplessly, I could only watch as Jasmine proceeded to tie herself up. This was quite a surprise for me…
After tying her ankles, she went on by adding a crotch rope to herself. To her merit I have to say this: she didn’t have mercy with herself there; as she was finished, the rope was as tight as the one which had already tormented Angela for so long now. Jasmine had already screamed softly in pleasure while tying the rope…
As a finishing touch, she tied the remaining rope to her feet. If she now would lie down, she would be in a tight hogtie, with crossed ankles, connected to the crotch rope.
In fact, she then lay down on her side, facing me but slightly below me.
I realized that…if she would now come just a little closer to me, her face would be directly placed into my lap…

-to be continued-
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:36 pm

“Before I fall silent…” she said…”I hope you enjoy this. I do.”

“Hmmpf?” Both Angela and I wanted to know, but Jasmine simply opened her mouth and put the ring gag in place. She took care to fasten all the buckles belonging to the head harness tightly, so after she was finished there was no way for her to remove the gag without her hands.
Said hands started to tease me now in …very private…areas, but I was unable to defend myself in any way against that. This had predictable results…the adults will know what I mean, and I won’t tell the kids.
Now, to my surprise, she pulled down my shorts a bit, exposing me there…and placed her ring gagged mouth right over and around ‘it’.
I could only watch as she used the ropes placed around my hips before to tie her head harness to my lap.
Once she was finished, she would be unable to move her head away from there…and ‘it’ would stay firmly placed into her ring gagged mouth.
What was that girl doing? I was partly amazed, partly afraid. Especially, after she placed her hands behind her back and handcuffed them there.

Was she crazy? Now we all three were tied up. Angela to my back, Jasmine in front and slightly below of me, in a very…compromising...position.

“How does she suppose we should get out of this??” I thought.

But I have to admit, the worries faded as Jasmine made true her promise and did something to me which I liked, and she usually disliked…giving me head.

And, just as she had promised, multiple times.

Well, not that she had much choice in that position anyway…


The End

(?)


As usual, feedback is very welcome.

Cheers

FF
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby OverLooker » Mon Feb 15, 2010 9:23 am

How did you guys get out?
"Mmmmppphhhhhhh"

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Fesselfan » Fri Apr 09, 2010 2:06 am

(sorry for the very late reply)....

Took sime time :) However, that is a different story all by itself...one which I most likely will not post here.

Cheers

FF
There are 10 kind of people in the world.
Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: You never can tell...

Postby Qarl » Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:00 am

Too bad you most likely won't tell the story of how you got out here. This is a great story, and I would love to read the follow-up! If you decide to post it here or somewhere, tell us where.

Thanks again for a great read!
:tied: :gag: :tied: :gag: