## Hockey Games, Tie Up Games, and Mind Games

Post by Saphira » Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:57 pm

My mind was incredibly occupied as I drove towards Nick’s apartment. Less than 24 hours ago, we had talked about doing another tie-up, and then decided against it. Again. However, after a little coercion that night, I managed to get him to say that I could bring my mistress belongings though a chance of anything happening was “extremely low”. I mentally rolled my eyes at that one. Yeah, right, I thought. I was pretty sure that he wanted to be tied as much as I wanted to tie him. But still, I worried over it, and as I passed by the cars, I kept telling myself to relax. Upon arriving at his apartment, I took a few deep breaths and went to knock on his door. He opened it, and suddenly, I was calm. It was like a mental switch had turned my anxiety off. I smiled at him, and followed him inside.
To start the night off, we watched a hockey game. We kept up a casual stream of conversation, and we were both happy as our team performed well. His roommates trickled into the living room, and soon the game was put to the side as I listened to one of them tell me about his art. It was definitely interesting, but I kept wishing that Nick would come join us. I sensed him behind me, but he never came over except for a few laughs at the end. Once it was just Nick, myself and one other guy, we turned the TV to a random station and watched whatever happened to be on at that point in time. I don’t remember what show it was at all because my attention was directed at Nick, admiring his physique as he sat there. I kept shooting glances at the clock, hoping that it wouldn’t be too late to have some fun.
Nick finally got up and walked into his room, and I knew that it was time. My anxiety shot back up for a second as I remembered what had gone wrong the previous visit, but I took another deep breath and went to join him. I stood against the edge of his door as he turned the TV on to block out sounds coming from the room (again, I have no idea what channel), and then I closed the door as we started our game. I fetched my purse from the floor and pulled out a small blue g-string. I held it up to him, and told him that this would be what he wore that night. He smiled for a second, and then was serious again. I went to grab his tie-up chest only to find a roll of saran wrap on top of it. That made me smile as I thought of the ways I could torture him with this plastic. I retrieved the handcuffs from the chest, and went to go hang them on the metal bars in his closet. I then grabbed him and pushed him back towards the cuffs. I removed his Taking Back Sunday t-shirt that he had on, and latched his wrists to the shelves.
I noticed that he grabbed the bars with his hands, whether it was in preparation for the onslaught or something else I didn’t know. But I thought that he hadn’t done it last time. Pushing that thought aside, I clumsily placed a blindfold over his eyes, and then went for his cock. I rubbed him through his jeans once or twice and then reached for the button and zipper. I was glad that he couldn’t see me blush as I took longer to undo them than I should have, but soon his pants were on the floor. I noticed his erect cock had risen above the band of his boxer briefs as I undid his pants, so those boxers quickly followed the same descent. I stood up and admired his naked body for a second before beginning my torture. I smacked his cock like I had done before, and squeezed his balls in between the smacks. He gasped and moaned every now and then. After telling him to suck it up, he told me to grow a pair and see how I liked it, which made me chuckle to myself. I worked my way up his chest to his nipples, and I pinched and twisted them until he grimaced and clenched his teeth together. Once he was slightly red, I went to go retrieve my g-string, and I worked it up his legs as he moaned. It was never truly on him right since he was too big for it to fit comfortably, but I squeezed his ass and told him that he looked good in it anyway. He did look better nude though, so I worked it back down his legs, and went through more of the squeezing and smacking before unlocking his cuffs and moving on to the plastic wrap.
I pulled him by his cock towards his bed before I very incompetently mummified him. First, he wasn’t standing up, and then it was too much plastic, and then I was going too slowly. I was glad that he couldn’t see me blush a second time as well. It was finally done after a bit, and I pushed him down on to the bed before settling him in a good position. I cut holes for his cock and nipples, and then went to work. I used his cock as a sort of boxing bag and slapped it really quickly between my two hands. He cringed at that, but couldn’t quite move his legs to protect himself. I gave him a few hard slaps on the sides of his cock before moving up to his nipples which I twisted and squeezed. After that, I lay down next to him and taunted him by saying I was going to smother him with my ass. He said that I wouldn’t dare, and since I am always up for a challenge, I did indeed dare. I positioned myself so that I was facing his feet and then sat on his face, pressing down a bit. He mumbled underneath me, so I lifted myself up for a second so that he could breathe before quickly going back down. I repeated this a couple of times before stopping, and wishing that I had the nerve (and he had the desire) to do more sexual actions. I held back though, and our game was soon over. I cut the plastic off of him, giving him free reign of his limbs, and we both got dressed.
I felt like I had let him down again, and that brought my mood down slightly. It felt like I couldn’t do anything right. We chatted for a few more minutes, and then it was time for me to head out. He walked me out, giving me a hug and saying that he would see me soon. That made my spirits lift, but my mind was starting to jumble just as it had on the car ride here as I thought about what had happened and how I felt about it. I thought far too much and too hard as I drove, and I still hadn’t reached a conclusion by the time I arrived home. Third time’s a charm? I doubted that he would go for that. Did I even want to go for that? What to do, what to do. I lay face down on my pillow and tried to quiet my brain. I yearned for his calm demeanor, and I soon found it as I fell asleep. Awaking the next morning, I was still utterly confused. But I found peace with the idea that everything would fall into place eventually, and that my world would work itself out in the end. With that thought, I ventured out and embraced the sunny day with the clearest possible mind that could be.
"So hereâ€™s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade