Postby Fan_Of_Blindfolds » Sat Sep 29, 2012 2:30 pm
I'm going to assume we're friendly, and that you're doing this voluntarily. If you'd prefer a kidnapping thing or whatever, I can write one of those instead. You'll be wearing a one-piece swimsuit; it's skimpy enough to make you a bit uncomfortable, but no more.
I'd start out by blindfolding you. I'd use a long scarf, and bring it around your head once, tying it in the back and leaving the ends of the scarf dangling behind you. I'd ask you if you can see, and make adjustments if needed. Then I'd ask if you're comfortable. You'd say yes, I'd hope. Then I'd turn you around and get started on your arms. I'd start with your elbows, actually. I'd pull them together until they touch, then tie them like that. I'd be as gentle as possible; I don't want to cut off your circulation. Next, I'd take a piece of rope and put it in front of you, directly underneath your breasts, and bring it back behind your arms and tie it there. This further traps your upper arms, as well as, well, looking nice, if you know what I mean. I'd leave your lower arms free for now.
I'd guide you over to a couch, and help you sit on it. I'd lift your legs a bit and bind them above your knees, then at your knees, then below them and finally at your ankles. I'd still be gentle, though firm. Nothing would be excessively tight; it would be tight enough that you can't get out or move around, but no tighter. I'd let you sit there for a while, and talk with you. Maybe flirt a bit. I want to make sure that you're comfortable before going on.
Finally, I'd help you stand again. I'd take a piece of heavy rope, wrap it around your stomach several times, and tie it tightly. This makes it hard to breathe, making you feel even more helpless. Of course, I wouldn't do it tightly enough that it's dangerous. If you ask what I'm doing, I'd explain. Finally, I'd tie your wrists together, and then say I have to go get something. I'd take my time with it, to give you time to wonder what I'm doing. When I come back, I'd start wrapping you in the saran wrap I left to get. I'd wrap you from toe to head, leaving only your face uncovered. Then, I'd pick you up, and put you face-down on the ground, bend your legs behind you, and wrap them like that. Of course, you have to cooperate here, but I assume you would. Now your legs are secured in a position where you can't even hop around; you're completely helpless, except that you can still speak.
I'd pick you up and lay you down on the couch, face-up this time. I'd ask you how you're feeling; I'd say that I hope you're comfortable, because you'll be like this for a few hours. I'd then ask for permission to gag you, which, of course, you'd give. I'd place some fabric in your mouth, then tie a bandanna around your face over your mouth. It's not the most effective gag, but I like the way that looks, and I do want you to be able to make some noise in case anything goes wrong. I'd sit with you for a while, but quietly leave after a while.
Six hours later, I'd let you out. I'd start, by necessity, with your gag, then your wrappings, and proceed from there in reverse order. I'd leave your blindfold on, though, and tell you not to remove it yet. I'd guide you into another room, and sit you down on a chair. I'd treat you to a home-made dinner made by me. Your blindfold would stay on through the whole meal. After we're done eating, I'd come over to you to remove your blindfold. But before I take it off, I'd kiss you gently on the cheek.