Postby tiedquest » Fri Oct 28, 2011 5:03 pm
Chapter 2: Secrets revealed
My bondage session with Nadina was exciting but also a little scary. I hadn’t expected her ropework to be so efficient or that she would be so strict. However, as the days passed, I began to look back on the event with fond memories and was keen to be tied again. Eventually I worked up the courage to suggest to Nadina that I’d like another go at testing her knots. Given her apparent enthusiasm for tying me up the first time, I thought she’d be keen to do it again, but she was strangely reluctant, telling me that I wouldn’t be able to defeat her knots and it would be a waste of time. I rather knew I wouldn’t be able to defeat her knots; that was part of the attraction. But no more bondage occurred during her stay.
A few months later, my mum was again overseas and Nadina was on hand to keep me company. I didn’t broach the subject of being tied and she didn’t mention it. In any case, I was occupied with another one of my interests, namely a passion for women’s tights, especially the sheer ones known as pantyhose in the US. I’d recently worked up the courage to buy some in a shop and was hoping to get some time alone in order to try them on.
My opportunity came on the Friday evening when Nadina went out for a drink with a friend. I waited for five minutes to ensure she hadn’t forgotten anything and then went into my room to try on the new tights. The flesh coloured nylon was especially smooth and soft, and I was hugely aroused by wearing them. Afterwards, I considered taking the tights off, but decided that I might as well keep them on a bit longer. I pulled my jeans on over the tights and went into the living room to watch some television.
I hadn’t been watching TV very long when suddenly there was the sound of a key in the front door. My heart leapt into my mouth and a sickening feeling developed in my stomach. I hadn’t occurred to me that Nadina might be back so soon. My socks and slippers were in the bedroom and there was no way I was going to be able to off the tights before she came in. I slid both feet as far under my chair as I could to minimise the amount nylon that might be seen and hoped Nadina wouldn’t notice.
“You’re back early," I said, my voice sounding pinched. “I thought you were meeting a friend.â€
“She had a cold, so we decided to make it a short chat,†Nadina said, removing her coat and putting it on a hanger.
“Oh,†I said, desperately hoping my feet weren’t visible from her position. Fortunately Nadina didn’t seem to notice and went to her room to change. I took my chance and ran to my bedroom. My socks were there and I quickly put them over the tights. I would have preferred not to be wearing tights at all at that point, but at least my feet were covered. I felt a sense of relief.
“What’s on TV?†she asked, when I returned to the living room.
“Er, an interview show,†I said.
“Are you alright?†she asked, looking at me curiously. “You seem tense.â€
“Yeah, I’m fine,†I responded. “I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. It made me jump.â€
She laughed and said, “Well, I’m not a ghost yet.â€
A little while later, I was watching TV and Nadina was reading a magazine when she suddenly said, “So how long have you been wearing tights?â€
I felt myself going red. “What do you mean?†I asked.
“Tights,†she said. “Like the ones you were wearing earlier.â€
My heart raced. I’d been found out. I desperately tried to think of a convincing explanation but there wasn’t one. “You saw them?â€
“Yes,†she said.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?†I said, feeling panicky.
“No, it doesn’t bother me if you want to wear tights,†she said.
“It doesn’t?†I asked, surprised.
“No, if that’s what you want to do. On the other hand, if you don’t want me to tell anyone, you’ll need to do something for me in return.â€
“Such as?†I asked.
“I’ll let you know tomorrow,†she replied.
The following morning, a bright and sunny Saturday, Nadina left for her flat and told me to be ready for her return at eleven. I waited nervously, wondering what she had in mind. Before long she returned with the sports bag she had previously.
“What’s that?†I asked.
“Guess,†she said.
“I thought you didn’t want to tie me up any more?â€
“That was before.â€
“Oh. So what’s different now?â€
She raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to say?â€
“No,†I said, feeling embarrassed.
“Anyway, I thought you wanted another chance to test my knots?â€
“Yes,†I said slowly, not quite sure where this was going.
“Good. Then I thought we could start off by tying you to a chair and see how you get on. How does that sound?â€
“OK,†I said, sounding more confident that I felt. Her previous reluctance to tie me up had disappeared. It was what I wanted, but it still scary.
“Are you wearing tights?†she asked.
“No.â€
“Go and put them on. And then bring one of those tall chairs from the kitchen.â€
I went into my bedroom and removed my tights from their hiding place behind a cupboard. I hoped Nadina wouldn’t walk in on me while I put them on. Aftwards, still feeling self conscious, I put my jeans and socks on over the tights. I then brought the chair as requested and placed it in the middle of the living room.
She looked at my socks. “What happened to your tights?â€
“They’re on underneath,†I explained.
“Very well. Sit on the chair and put your hands by your sides.â€
I did as she said. She knelt down and tied my right wrist to the vertical wooden bar on the right hand side of the chair and did the same for my left wrist on the other side. It was exciting to feel the rope being threaded around my wrists, knowing my freedom to move was gradually being taken away. She then used a long piece of rope to tie my chest to the back of the chair and some smaller ones to hold the tops of my arms to the wooden bars. Next, she wound some rope around my ankles and cinched it tight, and then roped my thighs together just above the knees. Next came more rope to hold my thighs to the seat of the chair and fasten my waist to the back of the chair. Finally, she applied to some rope to the bonds around my ankles and pulled my feet under the chair, securing the end somewhere out of sight below me.
“How does that feel?†she asked.
I tried rocking forwards and backwards, but my ability to move was severely compromised. I was even more secure than when I was tied to the bed.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?†I asked.
“Yes, I used to dress my younger brother in my clothes and tie him up when we were kids. I got quite good at it,†she said, smiling at the thought. And I also used to tie up my last boyfriend before we split up.â€
“I guess I was never going to win that bet.†I said ruefully.
“That’s right,†she said. “But you didn’t really want to, did you?â€
“I suppose notâ€, I admitted.
“Good. I have plans for you. You can expect to be tied up a lot more from now on.â€
“Are you serious?†I asked.
“You’ll see,†she said. “Now, I’m not really one for gags, but there’s something about you sitting there that makes me want to gag you. I’ll be back in a minute.â€
She returned a moment later with a stocking, a roll of duct tape and some scissors. She rolled the stocking up into a ball and cut a piece of tape.
I frowned. “I’m not sure I want to be gagged.â€
“You don’t have a choice. Open up.â€
I opened my mouth and she popped the stocking in. It tasted faintly of fabric softener.
“Now close again.â€
I did as she said and she sealed my lips with the tape.
She stepped back to look at her handiwork. “So here you are, all tied up and gagged and even wearing a pair of tights. Excellent.†She looked at her watch. “It’s nearly midday now. I reckon you can stay there until twoâ€
It seemed a long time to be tied to a chair with nothing to do. “Mmmmm,†I said through the gag.
“Longer?†she asked. “OK, I’ll make it three.â€
After she left the room, I took stock of the situation. I was wearing a pair of tights under my male clothes, I was firmly tied to a chair with no hope of getting undone, and I had a nylon gag in my mouth which rendered speech impossible. What’s more, I wasn’t due to be untied for another three hours. I knew from the previous experience that she would be unlikely to release me early. It seemed that discovering my tights fetish had removed her inhibitions, whatever they were, about tying me up.
It was hugely arousing to sit there and feel the firmness of the rope, knowing that a woman had put in this position. At the same time, the very limited movements I was able to make on the chair were not enough to provide any real sexual stimulation. It was both pleasurable and frustrating to be so turned on and yet be completely unable to do anything about it. Although Nadina came to check on me a few times, she made no effort to remove my gag or until my bonds. She was definitely strict.
To be continued...
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tiedquest on Wed Nov 02, 2011 5:52 pm, edited 3 times in total.