## The (not-so-voluntary) magical binding experience (F/F, M/F, M/M, F/M)

Post by inverse » Sat Aug 15, 2015 5:49 am

Hi everyone. After some time, I decided to write a little story again. This time, it's something a little bit...unusual, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. After all, it should have something for almost everyone, no matter which M/F configuration you prefer. It's not completely finished yet, but I will post as soon as I have time.
Anyways, enjoy!
Introduction
Okay, so here is my story. It's weird beyond belief, but stick with me. My name is Simon, and I was 25 years old when this happened. I was working at an university at the time, and was mostly frustrated. My professor always killed good ideas I had, making it hard for me to make progress at my field. One fateful day, I was working on grading papers for some students in a cafe near the university. It was one of the days my frustration was off the charts. Then, this happened:

### Re: The (not-so-voluntary) magical binding experience (F/F, M/F, M/M, F/M)

Post by inverse » Sat Aug 15, 2015 5:53 am

Chapter 1: The waitress
I groaned, grabbing the next test I should grade. 50 to go, wow. I started on it, as the waitress approched me.
„Hi, what can I bring you?“
I looked up. The waitress was gorgeus. Long, black hair and a beautiful face. She wasn't wearing a waitress uniform, but a black jeans and shirt which left much of her cleavage open.
Unfortunatly, I wasn't in the mood for admiring beauty. I was pissed. Which caused me – A normally friendly, woman-respecting guy – to be...let's say, unusually rude.
„Wow you are already here? Was it more important to talk to your lady-friend over there that taking my order?“
The waitress frowned.
„Sorry, sir.“
„Yeah yeah, sorry this and that. Just bring me a coffee and make it fast, goddamnit!“
She left, bringing me my coffee. I knew I was an asshole, but I was just so frustrated at the time.
I continued grading papers, and time went by. As night began approaching, the cafe was empty, safe me and the waitress.
I looked around, having forgotten time competely. I called out to the waitress.
„Hey, are you closing yet?“
She smiled brightly at me.
„No, you can stay for another coffee if you want.“
I was puzzled. Why was she so friendly when I was such an ass to her. I decided to tip her generously and apologize as soon as I leave.
She brought me the coffee, and said: „Enjoy.“
For a second I thought I had seen a devilish smile on her face. Counting it as imagination, I shrugged and drank the coffee.
Another 15 minutes passed, and suddenly, something in me made a GULP-like sound. Not like the stomach, it was like my whole body had shaken.
At first, I thought nothing of it. Then it happened again. This time, I started sweating all over also.
„What...What's going on...“ I muttered to myself.
„Is everything ok?“ the waitress shouted from across the room.
„I...think...not.“ I mumbled, as the third GULP shook my whole body, bringing me too my knees beside the chair. Then I heard her saying:
„Good.“
I looked, up, saw her smiling, and that was when it happened. A fourth time, my whole body made that aweful sound, and this time it was like a hit in the face. I heard my bones, my flesh, everything moving for a second. Then, as suddenly as it came, it was gone, and I was lying on the floor.
„Wha-What happened?“ I said, and immediatly put my hands over my mouth. My voice...was wrong. It was higher, and felt different in my throat.
By then, the waitress had approached me, and helped me up.
„Well, not bad, it worked. With beautiful results.“
I was still groggy, but even with I noticed something. The waitress, which can't be taller than 165 cm, now was at the exact same height as me. Also, my clothes somehow felt bigger and unfitting on my body.
„What's going on?“ I asked, visibly shaken.
The waitress smiled brightly.
„Let's say you lost something and you gained something. Here, take look.“
She pointed to the large mirror behind the counter. I looked, and what I saw stunned me.
Instead of my usual, completely average looking self, I saw a girl staring back at me from the mirror. A girl that had a weird resemblance to me. She had the same hair color (dark blonde), the same eye color and a similar face...only girlish instead of boyish, you could say.
I took a step towards the mirror. The girl also took a step. I raised my hands. She did the same. I looked away. Looked back to her. She was still there.
Slowly, I looked down on me. As I feared, two breasts were obstructing part of my line of sight. A quick grab at my crotch area revealed that my private parts had not been excluded from this.
I looked at the smiling waitress behind me.
„What did you do?“
She laughed.
„First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Lina, and I am what you would call...a witch.“
She snipped her fingers, and some small flames, like those from a lighter, flickered through the air and faded away.
„Magic is real, and I'm a user of it. Besides this magic abilities, I'm also a skilled potion maker. Normally, I would never use one of those on poor normal people. But today...I had a fucking shitty day, you know. So I thought to myself: 'Why not have a little fun with this unfriendly asshole and put him into his place?' I put a little bit of gender-bending potion into your last coffee, so you could have the lovely experience to be a girl. And maybe you will learn somehting from it.“
I stood with my mouth open like an idiot while listening to her explaination. Magic? Witches? Potions?
„Wait, wait! You transformed me into a girl so I could learn a LESSON? I. Am. A. Nice. Guy. I also had a bad day, that's the reason why I was so unfriendly, okay? So this is just a misunderstanding. Just turn me back into a guy, okay? Or will I turn back automatically?“
She looked doubtingly at me.
„Of course you would say that...But fact is, you are unfriendly all the time when you come here. And I already went through the trouble of transforming you, so I think we should do this after all...It will be a good experience after all. Aaand by the way“ she said, smirking again, „Unfortunatly, this change is permanent. You won't get your dick back until I give you the potion for transforming into a man.“
I shook my head.
„This is insane! I'm leaving!“ I said, taking some angry steps towards the door.
„Of course you can leave, I'm not keeping you.“ Lina said in a sneering tone, „But will anybody believe you? Even your friends won't recognize you. And even convincing somebody of this won't bring you back into your male form.“
I stopped. She was right. Nobody would believe me. And by the time I could convince anybody, she could be gone. She could use magic, after all.
I turned around, facing her.
„So what do you want?“
„Here's the deal.“ she said, stepping closer to me, „For the rest of the day, your ass is mine. You are a good girl and follow everything I say, and at the end of this, you will have learned an important lesson and I will give you the potion which will turn you back.“
An impish grin appeared on her face.
„Or you take your chances with the cops, explaining how a witch turned you into a girl. I bet they will be glad to escort you to the nearest asylum.“
I took another look into the mirror. Unfortunatly, my new girl face was still staring at me, crushing my hopes that all of this was just a dream.
I sighed.
„If...this is the only way out of this...then let's get this over with.“
She smiled brightly at me.
„Great! I'm glad you are willing to learn! And don't worry, I won't harm you...in bad way.“ she said, winking at me. „So let's go to the first step...clothes!“
I raised a brow. „Clothes?“
„Yes, come with me!“
She then took my hand, and dragged me across the room and through the „Employees only“ door. Behind it was a small restroom, complete with a big table and chairs, and also a small folding bed. At one side, several lockers were standing against the wall. She dragged me in front of one, opened it and took a hanger with clothes on it out of the locker.
„Put this on. Your old clothes don't fit, and if you want to be a girl you should be dressed as one.“
„As I already said, I don't wanna be a girl. Just to make this clear.“
She laughed.
„Doesn't matter. Put it on. You can get changed in that closet over there.“
Letting out another sigh, I took the hanger and walked into the closet, closing the door behind me. It had a full length mirror at one side too. Unfortunatly, there was not another exit in it. Not that it mattered, as she already said, calling the cops was out of the question.
First I stepped out of my old clothes. Nothing fitted anymore, since my body proportions were, of course, completety different. A look at the hanger revealed the horror: A bra and thong were on there too.
I yelled: „Can't I use my own underwear?“
She yelled back: „Nah, you should use the girl's one. Don't worry, It will feel great.“
„I doubt it...“ I mumbled, but took off my underwear anyways.
The clothes on the hanger consisted of the underwear I just described, a short jeans skirt and a white button-down shirt with short sleeves. I put everything on, but not before checking my body in the mirror. Although this whole situation was fucked up, I was somehow impressed how good my body looked. I was honestly at least a 9/10, having no fat at the wrong places, nice round breasts and a cute face. But admiring myself would not help, I'm a guy after all and wanted it to stay that way.
Having put on the clothes, I just wanted to step outside as I saw a black and white square silk scarf on another hanger in the closet. I took it, felt the silk and thought to myself:
Maybe if she likes that, she will let me go sooner...
So I shrugged my shoulders, folded the scarf into a triangle and put it around my neck. First wrapping it two times around my neck, I knotted it two times at the back of my neck and let the ends fall down. In all honesty, I also did it since I have always adored that look on women. Not that I ever thought that I would be in a situation where I would wear something like that.
Finally, I stepped outside the closet.
„So, what do you think?“ I asked in an annoyed tone.
She didn't notice or didn't care, as she clapped her hands together and smiled brightly.
„Very good! As I see, you start to accept your situation and even added some details yourself!“
She stepped closer, and suddenly started feeling me up.
„W-What are you doing?“ I asked, startled from her sudden touch.
„Hmhm, the size is perfect...you fill everything well.“
She stepped behind my, wrapped her arms around me and started fondling my newly acquired breasts.
„With looks like that, everyone would want a bite from you...Are you sure you don't want to stay that way?“
I shuddered , but somehow it also felt good.
„No, I...want to be a...man again...Wow...“
She snickered.
„That can wait. For now, you will stay that way. Well, let's start the party, shall we?“
Giving my breats a final squeeze, she gave up her grip on me and stepped in front of me again.
I frowned at her.
„I already put on girl's clothes. Isn't that fun enough for you?“
The impish grin on her face returned.
„Oh honey...we are just getting started. The real fun starts now.

### Re: The (not-so-voluntary) magical binding experience (F/F, M/F, M/M, F/M)

Post by inverse » Sat Aug 15, 2015 5:58 am

Chapter 2: The fun begins
She took a step forward, so that her face was just inches away from mine.
„The main point of your little experience here is that you forget your little macho attitude.“
I sighed.
„I already told you that I'm not a...“
„Therefore“, she said, cutting me off, „You will experience being a woman in the most anti-manly way ever. By being helpless.“
I looked at her, puzzled.
„Ehm...what do you mean by that?“
She laughed, stepping a little bit back.
„Hm, whatever could I mean...You know, there are certain...situations. Situations, which are frightening and exciting at the same time. Where the control is stripped from you and you can only accept it.“
Slowly, she lifted her right hand, making weird wavey motions with it.
„I see you still don't really understand. Well, actions speak louder than words, or something like that. BIND!“
The last word she spoke came out weirdly, as if more power than in normal words was behind it. Suddely, I felt movement at my feet and hands, and from the corner of my eye I saw something white moving.
Then, faster than I could have ever imagined, the white thing wrapped themselves around my wrists and akles! All I could get out was a surprised „OH!“ before the things squeezed themselves together and pulled my ankled close to each other. Similarly, the things around my wrists first expanded behind my back, then pulled themselves together. I was so surprised that I almost fell down, but the witch grabbed me by the shoulder and supported me.
„There, there, no need to panic. Those are just ropes I control with magic. Effective, isn't it?“
I looked closer. Indeed, although I had mistaken them for living beings, the white things were just ropes moving freely.
„W-What about that? What do you wanna do?“ I asked, while trying to wriggle my bound hands behind my back free.
„You know, in films and stuff, girls are always the ones who get tied up and gagged. That's because men wanna see them like that. Instinctively, they are turned on by helpless girls. That's why you get to experience this now. Sit down.“
She pulled one of the chairs behind me, and pushed me gently down. I still wriggeled my hands and feet, hoping to get the ropes somehow off.
„Testing the bonds, hm? Don't worry, I control them with my mind, and I know my knots. Hobby of mine. Let's add some more rope, shall we?“
She then took another bunch of ropes from the floor and did the motion with her right hand again. Immediatly, the white ropes started coming to life, wiggeling like snakes. As soon as they touched me, they instantly found the spot where they were supposed to bind me.
The first two ropes shot up my body, right to my breasts, causing me to let out a small gasp. They then wound themselves above and below my tits and the back of the chair. The next rope was added to my ankle binding. First, it unwound itself, which caused me to hope that my feet would be free. But instead, the two ropes jerked my feet to the chair legs, and fixated them there. Since I wore a skirt now, this left me bit exposed.
„Okay, that's good for now.“, the witch proclaimed.
I shuffled around in my bonds.
„So that's my punishment? Being tied up?“
The witch giggled.
„You are now a damsel in distress. Poor you, just because you are a girl, the evil ones have kidnapped you and tied you up. Now, all you can do is wait for your loving boyfriend to come and rescue you. But how is he going to find you?“
I frowned, again.
„Boyfriend? Finding me? Well I mean, first of all, why a BOYfriend, and second, as soon as I hear him, I'll call out to him, won't I?“
The witch grinned.
„Oh, a smart damsel. But not so smart. After all, the bad ones – in this case, me – already have a solution for that in most cases, haven't they?“
She held her hand in front of her, her palm upwards. With a small PLOP and a smoke cloud, a roll of silver ducttape appeard in it.
„When the damsel is sassy or they are in danger of being found out, she must be shown how weak she really is. With a gag.“
Saying this, she pulled a good stripe of the ducttape from the roll, used her teeth to rip it off, and approched me.
„Waaaaitwaitwaitwait!!!“ I said, the tape stripe only inches away from my mouth. „Can't you use something else instead of this sticky tape?“
The witch pulled back, still smiling devilish.
„Oh? You already have a preference?“
I looked down, emberassed.
„I...may have seen some...movies where girls are gagged. And I always thought that scarves or bandanas look better than tape. That is all.“
The witch nodded, held her palm open again, and with the same PLOP as before, several pieces of cloth appeared in her hand.
„So we basically have a little scarf fetishist here, hm? Not that I mind...After all, all girls today wear scarves. And you are now one of them, my cute little damsel. No wonder you went and took my favorite scarf as addition to your outfit. And tied in a cowgirl style no less.“
She then took a square piece of cloth, balled it up and held it in front of my mouth.
„Say aaah.“
Since she respected my wish not to be gagged with tape, I decided not to resist. I opened my mouth wide, and she put the wad into it.
The feeling was weird! I had never been gagged before, and although the cloth didn't seem big in her hand, it felt HUGE in my mouth. Involuntarily, I gave a loud „MMPH!!!“ from me, since I was so surprised. This, of course, only resulted in laughter from my magical captor.
„Nice sounds there! You know...“, she said, suddenly beginning to straddle my face, „...there is another thing about girls getting gagged besides stopping her from calling out.“
She sat down in my lap, facing me. The close proximity made me a little bit uncomfortable. She spoke to me, while folding a longer, black scarf into a long band on my breasts.
„You know what it is? Well, it's obvious...Putting something large in the mouth of a girl reminds all the guys of their dicks. The muffled sounds, the moaning as the poor thing desperatly tries to push the thick, large intruder out of her mouth...that's music.“
Now she was tying a large knot in the middle of the scarf. I, however was desperately trying to hide the fact that my new girl body was turned on beyond belief.
„And after all, a gagged girl can't say no to things like this.“
She then moved in to kiss my lips, which I could not bring together due to to wad in my mouth. Her tounge somehow found the way through the cloth, resulting in a deep kiss.
I couldn't help but enjoy it, moaning softly.
After the kiss ended, she smiled brightly.
„Finally, you are in the mood. Now, take this...“
She then brought the knotted scarf up to my face, pushed the knot deep into my already filled mouth and tied it behind my head, carefully avoiding that my long hair would be trapped in the knot. Then she got up from my lap, and stepped back, admiring her work.
„Perfect. You look so helpless.“
I moaned in frustration, although my excitement was pretty noticeable by now. If I had been a man now, I would be rock-hard.
„Well, now for the best part in this. After all, since kidnappers are also just human, they would get excited when they see such a gal as you wriggeling helpless in her bonds. But since you are new to the girl's club, we will start slowly.“
I mmph'd into my gag. What did she mean by 'slowly'?
She came closer again, and started to massage my breasts again.
„Ooh...your nipples are already telling me you like it. Take it easy, cowgirl, it only gets better from here on.“
With that, one hand slowly made its way downwards...to my skirt. She popped the top button open, and slid her hand behind my thong. A wave of pleasure flooded my brain: Obviously she had found the most sensitive spot on my girl body.
„That's right...relax.“
Now she started rubbing...Slow at first, matching the pace of her other hand which was still carassing my breasts, but steadily increasing the speed.
I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Despite this insane situation, my body was betraying me, slipping from my control by the second. I let out a long, satisfied moan, clearly signalling my pleasure.
„So cute...“ the witch said. She then began kissing my neck, my cheeks and the corners of my mouth, all while steadily increasing the tempo of her hand down my skirt.
I didn't give a shit any longer. Matching her tempo, I began moving my hips to the rythm of her hand. My moans also became rythmic, and I even tried to gag-kiss her back. This continued until I felt something rising inside of me...Familiar, yet completely different.
„Alright baby, this is your first one...Make it count!“ she whispered in my ear. Then she suddenly increased her tempo yet again, pressing my head into her shoulder.
„Mmmmmph...MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!!“
I came like never before, screaming into my thick gag. My hips strained against her hand, and my whole body tensed in this moment. Lasting an eternity, she and I were one, connected through her skilled hand.
As the orgasm subsided, I sunk back into the chair, panting hard. Slowly, she removed her hand from my skirt and got up from my lap.
„Wow, that was intense. I almost came myself, to be honest. Well, we can change that soon. But for now, take a little rest. I need to prepare the next step. Don't worry, this will take some getting used to, but you need to learn to be a girl after all. So, see you in a few minutes.“
With that, she left the room, leaving my panting, exhausted self tied to the chair. While still recovering from that shuddering orgasm, I wondered what would be in store next...

### Re: The (not-so-voluntary) magical binding experience (F/F, M/F, M/M, F/M)

Post by Shanyalovestape » Mon Oct 31, 2016 7:00 pm

Nice story!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl