## So This is What It's Like

Post by Caesar » Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:27 pm

This is a story that involves one of my girlfriends Sheila and I. It started around a year ago when we were both 17 years old. It was late May and we were both seniors in High School. As with any god second semester seniors, we didn’t care about school anymore, and were much more content hanging with our friends, going to the beach, and just generally having a good time.
One day after school Sheila had a lacrosse game, and while I supported her in most every facet of her life, I just couldn’t get into the game of lacrosse. I had a hard time following the rules, and most passages of play let me quite confused, ergo I told her I would go home shower and change and text her after her game.
About 3 hours later I was relaxing watching the Chelsea game, the doors were open letting the cool San Diego breeze waft through my house. The game was just about over and I was nodding off as the cool breeze gently touched my skin, and the couch pillows felt even more inviting than usual, when I suddenly heard my phone ringing. It was Sheila asking me to come sleep over for the night. Now usually my relatively strict parents would not have been ok with this, but they were at a soccer tournament with my sister so a little lie about staying at another friends house would not be checked into any further. Knowing this I made the necessary arrangements, grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
As I pulled up in my faded blue Ford pick up, something wasn’t right. Her car was nowhere to be found, and instead her friends Grace’s pink VW Beetle was parked in the open garage, with the trunk slightly ajar and the lights on, giving the appearance that the car had just been parked. What made it especially weird is that I live closer than Grace does, and Sheila had called me from her house phone, so there was very little chance that she had time to call, drive her car, leave it with Grace and then get back before I did. I mostly brushed off the oddity and climbed the stairs to knock on her door. I waited a couple seconds then knocked again. After she failed to respond I figured I would try the handle, and strangely it was unlocked. (A bit of background, Sheila always made a big deal about home invasions and how scared she was to be home alone at night considering her home was somewhat isolated from the others in her neighborhood.) I walked in with growing trepidation but was relieved to hear her playing music in her room with the light on. I called up to her and climbed the stairs up to her room. The door was open and as I walked in I saw her hot pink walls covered in pictures and posters of various friends/family members/celebrities, but still didn’t see Sheila. Then I turned at a 90 degree angle and saw a figure draped in a red sheet sitting in the chair just past her closet. I carefully walked over to examine the figure closely and quickly pulled back the cover. Now for the sake of the reader, Sheila and I had never explored bondage, or even talked about anything related to the subject besides the occasional hand-gagging when one of us was annoying the other, but the sight presented to me when I pulled back the sheet cover was that of my girlfriend bound and gagged!
She was still wearing her lax uniform with high white socks reaching just below her knees, a short pair of spandex shorts, and a lax piney that covered a bright green sports bra. What had been added to this ensemble however was white cotton rope that encircled her ankles, knees, and thighs tying her to the seat of the chair. More rope circled her waist and chest above and below the breast causing her already C cup breasts to protrude farther against the piney, which was pinned to the chair by the ropes, and then her elbows and wrists were bound together behind the chair. To top it all of she had in a bright red ball gag with what looked like a pair or two of pink panties peaking out from behind the ball, and a black sleep mask. The music in the room was fairly loud so until I had removed the sheet I doubt she had heard me, but she now struggled under the ropes and tried to mew from behind her gag. I quickly pulled down the blindfold and reached for the gag, when her eyes grew. It wasn’t until I felt a cloth bag fly over my head dragging me to the ground and a female voice proclaim “you sure walked right into that one” did I know I was in trouble.
Dyin’ ain’t much of a living, boy

### Re: So This is What It's Like

Post by gamer4 » Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:25 pm

digging it so far... sd, lax, bound girl, soccer (I'm a barca fan though)... those are my life. i like where this is going!

### Re: So This is What It's Like

Post by boundboy » Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:28 am

great start
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags
-boundboy

### Re: So This is What It's Like

Post by Caesar » Sun May 06, 2012 5:19 pm

I felt a huge tug on my neck and I fell down to the soft-carpeted floor below. I scrambled to get up, but I felt a second figure launch onto my back pushing my shoulders onto the ground, while the original assailant shifted their weight onto my head and neck keeping me from getting any kind of leverage and making it rather difficult to breath with my face pushed down into the carpet while covered in some sort of cloth bag. The neck thing I feel are my arms being quickly drawn together and wrapped with ropes cinched at every turn. I was trying to yell but my voice was rather muffled by the bag over my head pushed into the carpet, and I was unable to prevent these two unknown assailants who then tied my knees and ankles together tightly with soft cotton rope.
As the second person finished their work I heard some giggling and then a familiar voice told me to “enjoy my hard-work” and my head was promptly yanked up and the bag was slightly lifted towards my nose. I tried to speak but I felt a horribly salty cloth shoved in my mouth, which was quickly followed by a long sock tied around my head. “Enjoying my panties babe?” asked a sarcastic voice; “Two hours of conditioning leaves you pretty sweaty all over” I gagged now knowing the contents of my packed mouth, and started to squirm on the ground with renewed effort.
I suddenly felt to pairs of hand on my arms and I was lifted onto my knees and turned slightly to the right, when the bag was unceremoniously lifted off my hand so I was once again looking at the lovely form of my bound girlfriend. I looked to my right and finally watched as my two captors sauntered into my vision; it was Sheila’s two best friends Paige and Grace, who were both also on the High School lax team! Paige now standing to the left of Sheila, stood about 5’3, with long brunette hair with soft flowing curls. She was wearing short black athletic shorts that reached just about her mid thigh, a white lax piney with a hot pink sports bra underneath. She had very nice physical features as well with what I can speculate are C cup breasts and a nice round-ass. To Sheila’s right stood Grace with straight black hair offset by a white sweatband. She was wearing a near identical outfit as Paige with the exception that her piney was a dark blue. She was a little shorter than Paige, and a little heavier than Paige who was relatively thin, but had a larger chest. Both girls were smiling back at me and Grace was tauntingly stroking Sheila’s blonde hair. It was Paige who spoke first “I always thought you two made a cute couple, but seeing you bound like this takes it to a whole new level.” Sheila and I were both mphhhing angrily by this point and with a giggle she tauntingly asked “I bet you both want to know what’s going on?” I shook my head in the affirmative and Paige responded “Well Sheila has been a bit bitchy as a captain lately so we wanted to teach her a little lesson, and when she told us you were coming over for the night we figured we could have a little fun. Grace and I have experimented with a little bondage before, but we figured it would be fun to try it out on someone else.”
Sheila was angrily shouting from behind her gag, prompting Grace to sarcastically roll her eyes and let out an exaggerated “Shuuuut uppp” before grabbing the white tape resting on Sheila’s dresser and wrapping the roll over her gag and around her head several times before giving her cheek a kiss saying “isn’t that so much better!?” Paige cut back in turning to Grace asking “shall we start?” and after Grace nodded they untied Sheila from the chair and pushed her onto her bed, which sat on the opposite wall from where she was facing. As Grace put Sheila in position Paige came over with a coil of rope in hand, and quickly secured my hand to my ankles in a tight hog-tie before kissing me on the forehead and telling me “I think you’ll enjoy this next part.” She walked back to the bed where grace was untying the rope that bound Sheila’s thighs together as well as the rope that kept her knees together. Paige then abruptly yanked Sheila’s spandex shorts down to her ankles much to her displeasure, revealing her black bikini style panties, which quickly accompanied her panties at her ankles. Grace then tied the struggling Sheila’s ankles together once more. Sheila was by now thrashing on the bed and loudly protesting behind her gag, but neither girl seemed fazed as Paige shifted Sheila over her knees on the side of the bed and grace picked up a thin belt lying next to the bed. Paige was softly and rather sensually rubbing Sheila’s butt, but in synch with Grace she withdrew her hand and allowed the belt to crack against Sheila’s porcelain skin. Sheila cried out as the blow landed, but if anything that seemed to encourage Grace who was now beaming as she struck again and again.
Dyin’ ain’t much of a living, boy

### Re: So This is What It's Like

Post by puddy2131 » Mon May 07, 2012 6:47 am

Great story so far! Can't wait to see sheared this goes.