## Iris and Her “Boyfriend” (M/F)

Post by LordNelson » Sun Jan 12, 2014 5:37 pm

I had a Tug relationship that ended when I was an idiot. We just stopped getting together and the connection between us faded away. Looking back years later I realized that if I had been a bit more mature or if she had been a little less shy we might have put things back together. Since then I have imagined a hundred different ways that we could have said good bye to each other. This is just one of them.
Iris and Her “Boyfriend” (M/F)
It was Saturday morning and my only plan was to have no plan. I had just finished the third week of my first year of college. I slept in until nine and when I woke I had to decide whether to stay in bed or get my ass up and find something to amuse myself. A rumble from my stomach and the sudden urge to go for a piss made the decision for me. After a quick visit to the toilet I headed for the kitchen to take care of the rumble.
As I entered the kitchen my sister was leaving. We aren’t on the best of terms and usually she only speaks to me when she has something negative to say. As she passed by me she said ‘There’s a basketball tournament at the school today. We play at ten.’ At face value her comments seem to be fairly basic but to me they had much deeper meaning. Iris was on the team.
Iris is my sister’s best friend. She was also my TUG buddy for several years and I had grown quite fond of her. Our relationship went sour when I did something really stupid and pissed her off. I apologized but I was so embarrassed that I made no attempt to patch things up. That was three years ago. I had been doing my best to avoid her since then and I actually hadn’t seen her for over a year.
Against my better judgment I decided to go. I didn’t know what I was going to say to her; I didn’t know if she would even talk to me. Heck, I didn’t even know if we would get a chance to talk.
When I arrived the game was just starting. At half time we were up by ten points. The team went to the dressing room. When they came out she crossed the court and said ‘Hi, I’m glad you came.’ That’s all I got and she dashed back to the player’s bench. We won the game. After the teams shook hands she looked up towards me. In all the confusion of teams coming and going the best I could do was mouth the words “can I walk you home?” She nodded her head yes and pointed in the direction of the front entrance.
As I waited for her I wondered why we were leaving by the front. The back door opened directly onto the path we had to take to get home (Iris lives two doors over from me). Going out this way meant walking all the way around the school to get back to the path.
It seemed like I waited quite a while for her but when she came into the lobby with the rest of the team the wait was worth it. Her long hair had been parted into two French braids that reached almost halfway down her back. She was wearing a short-sleeved white blouse with a wide collar and a row of gold buttons up the front. A pair of black jeans with a wide white belt hugged her hips. The legs were short showing several inches of her ankles and natural nylons between the jeans and a pair of white sling back pumps. The three inch heels added to her 6’3” body made her a magnificent sight as she crossed the lobby.
When she reached me she took me by the hand and we left. As soon as she held my hand I realized why she wanted to leave by the main entrance. She wanted the other girls to see her with a boy; and not just any boy but a college boy. Having the right boyfriend is a status symbol; and it was a game she wanted to play even if it was just for show.
By the time we got to the path she had let my hand go and we were chatting. We talked about basketball and school and how our neighborhood was changing and a dozen other topics but avoided talking about us. It’s only a ten minute walk to my house so the conversation didn’t last very long. When we got to my door it should have been time to say ‘Good-bye’ but I wanted to make this moment last. The only thing that I could think of was to ask if she wanted to come in and say hello to my sister.
She said ‘Not today. I just want to get home. I’m going to have a peanut butter and jam sandwich and then take a nap. I’ve got another game at 5:00.’ ‘I make a pretty good PB&J’ I told her ‘why don’t you come in and it will save you the trouble of making it yourself.’ She took a moment to think about it and said ‘Why not.’
As I made the sandwiches she sat silently looking tired. I put the plate in front of her and poured us each a glass of milk. She ate the first one in just a few bites and was halfway through the second when she paused for a moment and then spoke.
‘I like you and I know that you like me. We had a bad moment but I think I’m over that. I know that right now we could be a couple but there is another problem. I graduate this year and when I do I’m leaving to go to university. I’ll be away for four years and after that I don’t know where my schooling will take me. I could get a job anywhere. A relationship is just not going to work.’
I agreed with her and told her ‘at least I get this last bit of time with you, let’s enjoy it while we can.’ I lifted my glass to her and we toasted the end of our relationship with some cold milk. I jokingly added ‘there’s nothing like going out in style.’ She took a sip and then went back into silent mode; she was thinking.
‘We can’t end it like this’ broke the silence. ‘I owe you a favor after what you did for me at the school. When I heard the other girls talking about their boyfriends I knew what I wanted to do but I had no opportunity to warn you. Instead of saying good-bye with sandwiches and milk let’s end it the way we started. Take me to your bedroom.’
I wasn’t going to give her time to change her mind. I dropped my sandwich, grabbed her hand and we were headed upstairs. On the way up I knew that this would be the last time with her so I wanted to make it special. I had never hog tied her and it was my favorite but she was already feeling sore and tired so I thought it may be a bit too extreme. Spread eagle was nice too so I had to make a choice.
In my mind I kept asking myself ‘Hog tie or spread eagle.’ When we entered the room I was still trying to decide. At one point I must have started thinking out loud because she asked ‘What was that you said?’ I told her ‘Just talking to myself, don’t mind me.’ Spread eagle won out. A hog tie would have to be short and sweet. If she was in a more comfortable position maybe I could make it last longer.
My bed is the top half of the bunk beds I used to share with my brother. It has a nice three inch square post at each corner of the headboard and footboard with a ball carved on the top. The bed is tucked into the corner so I grabbed it and pulled it out into the middle of the room so that I could get at all four corners easily.
She asked me ‘What are you doing?’ I told her ‘Just wait and see. If you could please lie down we can get started.’ She still had a puzzled look but she got onto the bed. She was about to kick her shoes off but I asked her to leave them on. She laughed and said ‘I should have known.’
I got my ropes out and started with her right wrist. As soon as I began she realized what I was going to do and she sat up. ‘Shouldn’t you gag me first?’ she asked ‘It’s not going to be easy once I’m tied down.’ She was right of course. I reached into my TUG kit and pulled out a ball gag. I had never used one on her before and she looked like she was going to say “What the hell is that” but it only took a moment for her to realize how it was used. She opened wide, I pushed it in and then I buckled it. She lay back down.
As I tied her hands I was amazed at how delicate they were for a big athletic woman. She has long slender fingers and thin wrists that I just love to wrap rope around. Next I moved on to her ankles. I could have shoved the end of the rope under but where is the fun in that. I slipped my hand between her leg and the bed running my fingers tips slowly across the nylon clad back of her ankle. I took hold of the rope and pulled it through. In another minute both legs had been tied and she was helpless once again.
She gave me that look that she always does at this point. With an expression she communicated that ‘I don’t know why you have to take my picture but go ahead and get it over.’ I turned to get my camera off the shelf, checked the batteries and then switched it on. When the light told me the flash was ready I turned around. She was fast asleep.
I took about a dozen pictures and then pulled up a chair. She was like a work of art. I studied the masterpiece I had created. The arms held securely, the wrists with their bracelets of rope, the helpless fingers gently curled. Her soft lips caressing the red ball, the black leather straps across her pale cheeks. Her breasts were slowly rising and falling with each breath. The long legs spread wide, her sensuous ankles embraced by their restraints, the sexy shoes with their spike heels.
About ten minutes passed before I realized that this was one work of art that couldn’t last. I untied her, covered her with a blanket and turned out the lights. I went downstairs and phoned her house. I explained to her mom that Iris had dropped by to visit and fallen asleep so she wouldn’t be home until later.
I woke her up about an hour before game time. That was just enough time to get back up to the school to get her uniform on and get into the warm up. I told her that if it was alright with her I would like to play “boyfriend” for the rest of the tournament. She said that would be nice and we went to the game.
They won the game so I had to do a repeat performance at the semi-final Sunday morning. They won that too so it was on to the finals in the afternoon. They won the championship.
While waiting for her after the last game I decided to get even with her. She had surprised me at the first game by holding my hand when we left so now it was time for me to surprise her. When she came strutting into the lobby she was all smiles. Her long hair was tumbling down over her shoulders; she had a snug white tank top and a short black skirt and white stockings with those wicked heels again. Around her neck was the championship medal. I wished that I could trade places with it as it snuggled between her breasts.
When she reached me I called out loud enough to get everyone’s attention ‘congratulations dear’ and then I gave her a hug. Standing on my tip-toes I planted a big kiss right on her lips. She still finished one up on me with another surprise of her own. She hugged me back and held on tight, lifting me off the floor, as she stretched that kiss out for about ten seconds.
We walked home in silence but she held my hand all the way. I walked her to her door. She looked like she wanted to say something but then kissed me on the cheek and went in.
She went away to school. She graduated, got a job, got married. I didn’t see her again until many years later but I did get a Christmas card from her during her first year of university.
Inside the card was a photograph. Iris was wearing an elf costume. The type you see the young ladies wearing at the Santa booth in the malls. It was a green plush with long sleeves. The collar, cuffs and hemline were trimmed with black fur. The skirt was quite short and she had red stockings on her long sexy legs. I can imagine the grin she had on her face when she completed the outfit with her white heels.
The greatest part of the picture was her pose. She was hog tied in front of a Christmas tree. In her mouth was a ball gag that had been made with a red Christmas bulb. It was the best gift ever.
That day when I was talking to myself in my bedroom she had heard me. Now my photo collection was complete. I don’t know who tied her up or who took the picture but I didn’t care. She had sent it to me and that’s all that mattered.

### Re: Iris and Her “Boyfriend” (M/F)

Post by hafnermg » Mon Jan 13, 2014 12:27 am

very nice bitter sweet story thanks for sharing!

### Re: Iris and Her “Boyfriend” (M/F)

Post by bound-black-girl lover » Mon Feb 03, 2014 8:06 pm

GREAT suggestion from a young woman: "Shouldn't you gag me first?"
LOVE a woman who ASKS to be gagged!

### Re: Iris and Her “Boyfriend” (M/F)

Post by LordNelson » Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:03 am

About the gag;
We had done this often enough that she knew it was coming and she was smart enough to realize it would be easier sooner rather than later. She was the most "practical" victim I ever had.
LordNelson

### Re: Iris and Her “Boyfriend” (M/F)

Post by hanhanluo » Fri Feb 07, 2014 12:07 am

Do you enjoy role playing? If so, what are your favourite scenarios?