Postby donatello » Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:21 pm
Part 2
“What are you doing!?†I finally managed to say.
“What does it look like? I'm making you my personal slave.â€
“I am not your personal slave!†I retorted. Alarmed at where I felt the situation was going, I decided that lying in a comfy chair wasn't the smartest idea – it definitely put me at a disadvantage in terms of self-defense. Before I could fully rise, however, Matt placed his hands on my shoulders and forceded me back - since my hands were handcuffed, I couldn't support myself and I sank back easily into the chair.
This of course only added to my humiliation and frustration. I wasn't even able to stand up. But I didn't have time to get angry, because my feet were quickly seized and I was dragged off the chair and onto the floor – landing flat on my back.
“What the hell are you doing!?â€
Matt didn't respond. Instead, he raised his hands (holding my ankles) high into the air, and simultaneously walked towards me. My whole body except my head and shoulders left the ground, and with my hands bound together, I could only try and twist my body around to allow the use of my hands – all the while thrashing with my feet, of course. But Matt now had my legs tightly pinned to his chest with one arm, effectively immobilizing my struggles; and he was only too happy to let me orient myself face-down to the floor. The weight of my body (now nearly vertical) pinned my bound hands under me, and I very quickly found myself helpless. In fact, it was all I could do to keep my face from being smothered in the carpet.
Matt didn't seem in a hurry. He held me in that position for half a minute, happily reinforcing my sense of defeat. I, of course, was frantically trying to maneuver myself out of my predicament, but all I managed to do was pant, puff and grunt – only adding to Matt's enjoyment, I'm sure. After a minute or so of ineffectual struggle, he offered terms.
“Give in?â€
I refused to reply. The answer was fairly obvious. Suddenly – still holding my legs pinned to his chest – Matt began dragging me, face down to the carpet, over to a sofa. I couldn't see where I was going or why Matt was dragging me there, but it quickly became obvious as I felt him pass a loop of rope over my legs and cinch it tight around my ankles.
I panicked. I knew that if - in addition to my bound hands - I lost the ability to move my legs, it would all be over. But it wasn't easy to dislodge my legs from Matt's tight hold while being forced to do a handstand with handcuffed wrists. Within seconds Matt had wrapped the free end of the rope around my ankles several times, finishing it by going between my ankles and knotting it off. By the end I was no longer struggling as vehemently, and he sat down on the sofa to finish the process.
This meant that more of my torso was in contact with the floor, but by this point I was exhausted. I knew that, tied up as I was, struggling further would only have entertainment value for my captor. At that moment, as he was tying off the loose ends of rope around my ankles, the realization that I was truly at the mercy of another person washed over me – and with it, the spirit of resistance dwindled away and died. I surrendered.
“There we go,†Matt said. And with that, he dropped my now securely bound legs. They came to rest lying against the sofa. “You're not struggling much anymore.†His voice was happy and nonchalant, but the sarcasm filled the room like a pungent odor. “Do you give up now?†As he said this, he got down on his knees and brought his face down to my level – against the carpet. He tried to look me in the eye, gloating over my defeat, but I turned my face the other way and denied him the pleasure.
I struggled up onto my knees and fixed him with a bewildered stare. “What the HECK are you doing?â€
“You still don't get it? I just finished tying you up. You're my slave now.â€
Still struggling to grasp his motivation – or perhaps still desperately trying to deny the humiliating authenticity of his answer – I asked, “You just walked in?â€
“Yeah,†Matt responded, sounding pleased. “I knocked but you didn't answer. But your car was in the driveway, so I knew you were here. You didn't answer your phone either.†He looked truly miffed by that last bit. I thought you were just listening to music or something, so I just let myself in through the back door†(my house has a door that leads into the garage from the back of the house that's usually left unlocked). “But boy was I surprised! You weren't listening to music, you were sound asleep in a chair - in your underwear! Now that was just too good of an opportunity to pass up!â€
It was pretty humiliating, kneeling there tied up in my underwear. But hearing him say it – and gloat over my lack of clothing – buried me in a new wave of embarrassment.
“Now that you're all tied up...â€
He rummaged around in his backpack for a second and brought out a heavy black object. If possible, my humiliation doubled. It was his high-quality digital camera. What followed was a pathetic attempt to cover my naked body, followed by an attempt to flee the scene by hopping on my bound feet towards my room. Matt took photos all the while. When I had almost reached the door, he decided enough was enough and, wrapping me in a bear hug, hauled me back into the room. He put me on the ground, then sat on my back. I struggled, but said nothing, too angry and embarrassed to protest.
In that position, my arms were underneath me. “Be a good boy and stretch your arms out in front of you for me, ok?†His voice was drenched in mockery, and I refused to obey. I may have been in an unequal situation, but that didn't mean I was going to submissively obey his every command. “You won't cooperate? Well, then I'm not going to get off. And...â€
He reached back and slipped his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and began to slowly pull them off my butt. Again, I panicked.
“No! Don't! Please! Stop!â€
Matt burst out laughing. “Still trying to be modest, are we? I guess even your last shred of modesty is worth clingling to, huh?†I responded by blushing a yet deeper shade of red – and, of course, I stretched my hands out in front of me. Lying as I was, face down, stretched out superman style, on the carpet was about as vulnerable and helpless a position as I could imagine. I was surrendering yet again.
“Now bend your elbows back and put your wrists behind your neck,†Matt commanded. I meekly complied. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but the tug on the chain of my handcuffs gave me an idea. After a second, he got off of me and ordered me to stand up. As I did I discovered he had tied a rope to my handcuffs. This Matt grabbed and pulled me by it to the center of the room. There was an old hook in the ceiling – probably once used to hang a chadelier or something. Matt positioned me under it, then dragged over a chair and stood on it. From that height he passed the rope over the hook and pulled down on it. My arms were immediately dragged high over my head, stretching my skin tight over my belly and nearly forcing me onto my toes.
Amazingly, everything Matt did seemed to add to my humiliation, and every time I thought I couldn't possibly be embarrassed further, I was. I had never felt so exposed in my life. Every inch of my body was exposed to scrutiny, and every inch of it (except my crotch and my butt) was totally bare. After tying off the rope, Matt got off the chair and stood back to examine me. His face showed real satisfaction with his work.
“Wow, you look good,†he said, nodding approvingly as his eyes swept over my helpless body. “You know, I think I could really get used to this whole bondage thing. I think I like it!â€
“You are so full of shit,†I retorted. But of course I could do nothing but talk. I could hardly move at all.
“Oooh, the captive is talking back. I like it!†He was only saying it for effect, to get me going. But it worked even so. “We might have to do something about that. But first...â€
And with that, he grabbed his camera and went to work again. I steadfastly refused to make eye contact. Apparently, that didn't bother him too badly, judging by the number of pictures he took. After an eternity, he set his camera down and headed upstairs.
“Just a moment, I'll be right back.â€
End of part 2