Postby AlexUSA » Fri Jul 03, 2015 5:37 pm
I woke up feeling wonderful. After the night I had just been through, who wouldn't? I lay in my bed as the sun peeked through the curtains. It was 6:00.
I let out a yawn and stretched and took a look at my little beauty in bed with me. I could see the top of her head peeking out from under the sky blue comforter. Her brown hair was in a tight pony that she had right up against the back of her head. The pony tied as it was came down to her shoulder, but I knew that; you couldn't see it.
Oh, I was a pretty awesome lover, and she was pretty good too. It had been a night of pleasure. We would never forget this.
I climbed out of bed and took a shower, as hygiene demanded. My master shower was starting to light up now, and the spacious stall allowed me room to stretch and rejuvenate myself. Afterward, I put my blue dress pants on. I hadn't bothered to do the usual things like wear pajamas.
As I was dressing, I heard a groan and saw her cute face pop out from under the cover. The brown eyes greeted me. I walked up and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Good morning," I whispered in her ear.
"Mmmmmm," she said as our lips met.
She couldn't do much. She was in just her black lace bra and matching underwear. She was still bound with the belts and ball gagged.
I gave her a tickle in her exposed belly button, at which she jerked back with a smile. I tickled her some more, and she laughed into the ball. After she stopped laughing, I took off the gag.
"Are you leaving me?"
"I must. I'm making breakfast."
"Will you be back soon?"
"Of course," I said pulling out a black bandana.
"And are you going to release me?" she said coyly.
"Not yet, my love," I said blindfolding her
"Please let me go," she said more seriously, hoping to coax me.
"You are still my prisoner yet!"
"Come on! I behave!"
"But I cannot take a chance."
"Honey, give me a chance. I'll be good!"
"I cannot yet," I said resuming control of this roleplay.
"OK. Do you have to gag me?"
"You're cuter that way," I said holding a black muzzle with a green ball gag and lifting up her blindfold a moment before replacing it.
"Is this my breakfast?" she asked opening wide.
"I have better things for you, my dear," I said putting it in her mouth. I fastened the straps behind her.
"Mmmmm!" she tested.
I then pulled out the black flat sheet, just for her. I laid it out on the floor. I carried her over and laid her at an edge. Her figure seemed small compared to the sheet. I wrapped her tightly in the sheet which led to my invention.
At the end of the sheet were the gromits at 6 inch intervals into which I had tied the ends of 12 foot black ropes. Using these, I secured the sheet to her body, the method helping accentuate her curves, although she was rather flat and skinny. She let out a pleased moan. I carried her back over to the bed and laid her on it.
I fastened the collar around her neck. There was enough chain for her to fall off the bed and not choke. I pulled the covers over her and kissed her on the forehead.
"I'll be back."
"Eee ckkk!" she shouted out.
"Nobody shall find you!"
"Oohhhhhhh!" she retorted as she flopped around.
"Be good," I said and shut the door, locking it behind me.
As I cooked breakfast, my thoughts kept going back to my beautiful girl who was bound in black. I had snared her at the start of her week-long vacation to boot! I had had her for as much of that time as she and I wanted, and it was ending soon!
I was forgetting the food. Breakfast couldn't come soon enough! What time was it?!
When the clock said 7:00, I entered the bedroom, but she didn't stir. She was fast asleep and had moved only a little. I walked over and gave the chain a slight tug to jerk her. She let out a long quiet moan.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ooooooooooo!"
"How are you, my love?" I asked.
"Mmmmm!" she struggled to sit up, but I helped her.
"Is it fun?" I asked caressing her body.
"Mmm," she nodded.
"Are you ready for the next phase?"
She only nodded as I untied the black sheet. As I unwrapped it, I examined her beautiful body.
"Get up!" I said, disconnecting the chain from the bed so that it was a leash.
"Lllll," she shrugged.
"Come," I led her hopping slowly into the bathroom, where I stripped her bra and wet panties (yeah, I cut these off too, so sue me again). I removed the harness and the blindfold and then let down her hair.
I sat her on the white shower chair and chained her to the chair. I turned on the water to a comfortable temperature. I cleaned her body with finesse and washed her hair with the touch of a masseur.
When the shower was finished, I unchained her and, for the first time since yesterday, released her. I took the bondage belts to my special chest and stored them away. I pulled out several lengths of brown rope and some other items for later.
I shut the bedroom door behind me so that she could surprise me. I prepared a small breakfast of oatmeal with lots of dried fruits in it since I was short on time. When she arrived, what I saw was stunning.
There she stood in the red skirt that came down to her calves. She had black knee socks and black shoes. She wore her black tank top, which came just low enough to shown only her clavicles, with her white lace long-sleeve dress jacket. Her hair was held back by a red headband.
She walked in a proud stride to the table. I held her chair out for her and pushed it in after she had seated herself. She looked at the colorful concoction and smiled widely. I smiled back and started with a sheepish chuckle.
"Boy, am I lucky to have a girl like you."
"Well, you have deserved it with your charm, chivalry, and manliness."
"Well thank you, but a gentleman is only noticed by a true lady."
"You are so sweet some times!"
"We need proof!" I said grabbing my phone.
"How's this?" she asked posing.
"Perfect," I said taking a photo and tagging her in it on Facebook.
She giggled. I reached out and took her hand in mine as we ate. We talked about so many things as we enjoyed the simple moment. The orange leaves and wind blowing outside on an autumn cloudy made the moment warmer.
After breakfast, she seated herself on the couch. She sat right next to my pile of binding materials. She turned on the TV knowing I wanted ESPN. I sat down next to her as she played with her phone. Starting my plans, I took the phone away when she finished surfing the web on it.
"Oh, is that so?" she asked defiantly as I grabbed her arm.
"Yes, it is!" I responded as I tied her crossed wrists behind her back.
I turned her as she sat, still straight and tall. I tied her elbows together. I tied a chest harness on her. I bound her ankles, knees, and thighs. A waist furthered her torture. She looked at her predicament.
"Are you tying me up?" she asked in a sensual tone.
"Of course. One cannot appreciate this any other way," I said as our lips met. As we slowly turned away, I grabbed a pink bandana, folded it into a band, and tied a knot in it. She opened wide to accept it, and I placed several strips of duct tape over her mouth, cheek-to-cheek, so that be mouth was covered but the pink bandana was still visible. I stood her up and tied a crotch rope under her skirt, which means yes I reached under her like that. She moaned a little as it tightened.
We sat together watching ESPN. I held her in my arm as we watched. The entire time she moaned loudly and squirmed. I think she just liked hearing the sound of her own voice and the feel of the bonds, but she was gonna make a mess with that crotch rope!
"Mmmmmm!"
I piced up her legs and moved them onto the couch so that she was now fully on the couch. She was moaning loudly and acting nicely in spite of the randomness of this moment.
"Mmmmm!"
"I must be leaving now."
"Mmph?! Lehdy?!"
"You will be fine!"
"Mmmmmm! Nnnnn! Lllllppppp! Emmmmm mmmmmmm ohhhhh!"
"Enough!" I said as I tied a rope from her knees to her chest.
"Mph!" she wailed at the ball tie, her eyes wide.
"Quit overreacting," I said knowing I had to do something.
"*sigh*"
"It'll be fine," I reassured.
"Lll hhtt!" she responded with renewed confidence.
"Be good and escape!" I said kissing her.
"Mph" she excalimed, excited by the challenge.
"Bye now!" I said as I began to leave.
"Mph!" she said as I left.
I shut the door leaving her to her own thoughts and devices. She was helplessness and silence. Only she could save herself now.
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When I returned, my hopes were fulfilled as she had long gotten out of the ropes. She was an escape master! I could sense something was up, though. The smell of sandwich steaks filled the air.
All I knew was that we were perfect. She could cook and clean; I could cook and clean. She was sweet and lovable; I was sweet and lovable (IMO). It was a dream come true, and this week, plus the months we had known each other, seemed surreal.
The cheesesteaks were indeed incredible: cheesy, oniony, meaty, moist, and chewy. It was a man's dream. We talked over dinner about her escape. She had taken almost 4 hours to get out! When dinner was done, I did the dishes and the cleanup.
She was sitting on the couch, and I sat next to her. Suddenly, I felt my wrists tie behind me.
"Oh, are we playing a game?" I asked.
"Yes, we are?"
"What game?" I asked as my elbows were bound.
"You & me."
"I have never played."
"It's easy," she said tying a chest harness.
"How do you play?"
"You tie me up, and I tie you up," she added as she tied a waist rope.
"Did I take my turn this morning?"
"You did," she said tying my ankles.
"Is it your turn?" I asked.
"I think so," she continued as she bound my knees and thighs.
"Let's try it. It sounds like Mario."
"Not really," she said tying a knot in the red bandana.
"Go!"
"I will," she said gagging me and then adding tape over my mouth.
"Mmmm!"
"Isn't it fun?"
"Mmmm!" I nodded.
"Great!" she said.
"Mmmm!"
"Now escape!" she said. She then chuckled a maniacal chuckle.
"Mmmm!"
She cuddled with me as she turned the TV on to the Golden Girls. It was hard to laugh into a bandana. She was in control now, and she kissed me occasionally. I was stuck there with her as she satisfied her own whims for once.
She used it all: my piano, my video games, my TV, my self, and even my computer. It was all about her. She texted her friends too. All the while I had to sit through it. I fought against the bonds.
"Stop now before I crotch rope you or, worse, tape you."
"Mmmm!"
"Go ahead," she said knowing I would keep trying.
Around 9:30, I got free. It was the most satisfying escape ever. She had made it a real challenge. She gave me a congratulatory kiss.
She could do it all: strong, weak, resilient, bad@$$, playful, and just plain ordinary. It was getting better and better.
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