!!Warning!!
(This reading is 17+. Do not continue reading unless you are prepared for graphic content)
Ah, the weekend. A time of relaxation.
Sitting here on the couch, in pajamas, watching TV, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Thank goodness I don't have to work today. Watching TV is a much better past time than working with a team of idiots who think they know better.
I say I don't have to work today. What I mean is that I don't have to work all week. Whoever thought of payed vacations deserves one himself.
I'm sitting on the couch, under a soft, heavy blanket, wearing pajama pants one size too big, so that they are really baggy, as well as a plain t-shirt and black fuzzy socks with a red toe and heel. That's the best part. Just thinking about them gets my blood pumping.
My hand reaches under the blanket and slowly, meticulously unties the drawstring. I'm pulling at the string...
BANG. The front door slams open and my hand flies away from the string. My head snaps up to assess the new arrival. I can just barely make out the silhouette. My eyes adjust and I realize it is my girlfriend, Jessie. Jessie and I met at work, first through a mutual friend, then as team members. Not long after, I asked her out to dinner, and we got to know each other pretty well. A little too well. I had accidentally let slip my favorite past time: bondage. And soon she would learn my more embarrassing hobby.
Jessie was the first thing I noticed. The next was that she was holding a black roll of duct tape. She strode quickly to where I sat on the couch, still in a stunned daze. She threw the blanket off of me and sat in my lap, facing me, weighing me down. She grabbed my hands and wrapped them together with the duct tape, wrapping it all over my wrists and covering my fists closed so that I couldn't move my fingers. Then she pinned my arms to my chest and wrapped the tape around my body, so that I looked like I was praying.
"Jessie, what are you-"
"Quiet," she snapped. "Don't say a word, and maybe I won't punish you." I obeyed. This was too exciting to screw up.
She stood up and bent over, wrapping the tape around my ankles, scrunching the baggy pajama pants together. I was now immobilized. She stood up straight, satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, and moved to the next step in her plan. She shut the front door and locked it, as I should have done (lesson learned). She shuttered all of the windows, shutting out the natural light and plunging the room into darkness. She paused to switch the lights on, flooding the center of the room with golden, artificial light. Now we were closed in, with no one to see us on the outside.
Jessie walked back to the couch, staring down at me, and I up at her. "Hi, Matthew," she chirped, as if now was the time to exchange salutations.
"Hi, Jessie. If I may ask, how do you know where I live?"
"Oh, I asked our mutual friend. You know, you're not that hard to find. Just for the record, I'm not a stalker. I just thought it would be nice to spend some quality time together, you know? Get to know each other. So I figured, what better time to have a party than on vacation?"
Suddenly a flash of panic struck me; insignificant in light of my excitement, but panic nonetheless. This was not how I had intended to spend my vacation. I was not prepared for this. I did not want to be humiliated like this!
"Jessie, I think we should take it slower."
"Whoops, did you forget the first rule?" she asked smugly. "Don't say a word, didn't I say that? Something similar, at least. And now I'm going to have to punish you. After all, you've said quite a few words so far." She winked at me, and I felt excited once again. Punishment? Sounds like fun.
"Excuse me, for a moment," she said, and she wandered out of the room, leaving me alone on the couch. Despite the humiliation of being tied up in my own home, and the forthcoming punishment, this was the most awkward moment of the weekend. I decided to test my bonds. They were surprisingly stretchy. I pulled my arms away from my chest, and with some effort, I broke the tape. At that moment, Jessie re-entered the room.
She was carrying a drawer with her. Looks like she pulled it straight out of my bureau. Then I knew. She had found my sock drawer. I have a sock collection that is too large to fit into the sock drawer, so I keep it in my closet. My collection houses a whole variety of socks, ranging from long to short, cotton to wool, plain to decorative. Hopefully, she hasn't found it yet, because socks aren't the only thing I keep there. My sock drawer, however, holds socks that I wear on a day-to-day basis, like ankle socks and black socks. It's not the only thing in there though. I also keep my bondage equipment in there, stuffed in the back and underneath.
As she returned, my eyes went to the drawer she was holding, and her eyes went to the broken tape. Her eyes widened and she frowned. "Oh no, look what you've done. I was thinking of appeasing your earlier punishment, but now I'm going to have to double it." Her frown stretched into a big smile, and now I was afraid of her punishment. It's a good thing she hasn't found my toys yet.
Jessie dumped the contents of the drawer onto the floor next to my fuzzy socks. Out came socks, rope, leather straps, ball gags, and more rolls of duct tape. To add to this, Jessie brought her own supplies.
"I need to run out to my car to grab the supplies I brought with, so you will have to hold tight." She grabbed her roll of duct tape and reapplied the tape to my arms, even more so this time. She even locked my elbows in place. Finally, she used the rest of the tape on my ankles, applying tape to up to my calves. Now I could barely struggle, much less break the tape. I was truly trapped.
Jessie scooted me forward and gently lowered me to the ground. Then she took her long brown boots off to reveal her own gray, wool, boot socks. They were scrunched together and folding over themselves, but they reached all the way up to below her knee. Even though they were gray, some spots were darker with sweat. Those are probably for later, I thought absently. My eyes moved down to her feet, where she had a much smaller pair of plain ankle socks on. These were also drenched with sweat. Jessie peeled one of them off, balled it up, and shoved it into my mouth. Quickly, she then wrapped duct tape around my head, sealing her juicy sock in my mouth.
Once she was satisfied, she threw the tape away from her and stood up, marvelling at her work. But she was not done. Oh boys and girls, she was far from it.
"I'm going to run out to my car to get the rest of my supplies now. You just sit here and be a good boy." And with that she opened the door and slipped out, closing it shut behind her, leaving me alone in the same room I had started out in, but in a much, much different situation.