the international student

Postby rocketroy » Fri Oct 03, 2014 1:45 pm

Hello, I'm Rocketroy and this is a story I thought of that I wish would happen lol.

Well, my family had an international student whose name was Michelle and she was really nice except that it meant I had to be careful when I did self bondage because she might walk in. One day my mom decided to go away for the weekend on a quilt retreat. These retreats were usually a whole bunch of quilting ladies going away to a cottage or hotel and quilting - how fun right?. Well, I got to stay home all weekend and I decided that I WAS going to do self bondage and screw the consequences.

It was Friday night and the Micelle was going out by herself so I thought it would a great time to do some before she got home as she was usually out till 1 am and it was 5 pm. I gathered my supplies, which were some long zip ties from my dad's renovation he was doing at his house that I snagged, but I may not use them because they are hard to get out of and can be painful. I also had some rope and duct tape and some wire stuff I found but it was really long and you can't really tie with it. I think the wire was for getting plants to stick to stakes in the ground but it was strong, but again it could hurt so I didn't know if I would use it. I had two bandannas too witch I would use. I placed a knife under my pillow so I could reach it but also wouldn't hurt myself on it.

I began by tying a wrist coil, as I think it's called, and left it aside. I then took the rope and tied it around my ankles just lightly so I could get out fast. I then took a bandanna and a sock and put the sock in my mouth and took a bandanna and rolled it into the middle of the other bandanna so it was a ball in the middle and then shoved it in and tied it around my mouth to gag me. This gag was very effective. I then took the wrist coil, (which, by the way, for people who don't know what it is, is a loop big enough to put your wrist through easily and then a second piece of rope which is a loop with a cinch knot. Meaning it will get tighter as I pull on one end) and the cinch loop goes over the first loop until it's in the middle and then you put your wrist through on either side of the cinch rope and pull it tight and it separates the 2 wrists making cuffs.

This is exactly what I did behind my back on my bed and it was perfectly tight. It was snug and I would have to cut my way out but it wasn't hurting. Well, I struggled for about 10 minutes and then I heard the front door unlock! Who could it be? It was Michelle who had missed her bus and decided to ask me if I wanted to come with her on the next one. Well, I was panicking; trying to wriggle from one end of the bed to the other to get the knife when she knocked on my door and then opened it and gasped. She came over as I kept my eyes away because of my embarrassment. She said, "Who did this to you?" Obviously I couldn't answer but then she noticed the knife blade sticking out of the pillow and she saw all the extra rope I had and the other stuff and she said, "Did you do this too yourself?" and I probably went deep purple and nodded.

She said, "Well, I didn't know you were into this too."

I thought, "Too? Is she into this?"

She then took the knife away and took the extra rope and said, "Well, if you like this so much, I think you should stay this way for a while." She came over to my wrists and said, "Well, we don't want you escaping from that, do we?" She took the rope and tied it around my wrists fully wrapping it around then passing it through the middle and cinching is so it wouldn't come lose and then she undid my wrist coil. She then looked at my ankles and said, "Wow, those are loose. Let me fix that. She re tied them the same way as my arms and then she tied my knees too and my elbows and I knew there was no escape. She then said, "Let's give you a better gag." and went downstairs to her room.

She came back up with a pair of her big socks and some pantyhose and said, "Let's do this right." and crammed them in and used the duct tape. It had to go around it a few times. That gag was never coming off. She then said she had to go shopping and would be back soon and she decided that I should be hogtied so she tied my arms to my legs and left me on my bed and there I was at about 6 or 7 bound, gagged and helpless on my bed.

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More to continue soon. we shall see what she brings back. Any suggestions or comments?
Last edited by rocketroy on Sat Oct 04, 2014 10:46 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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Re: the international student

Postby xtc » Fri Oct 03, 2014 1:52 pm

Sorry, mate, but the lack of punctuation makes this very difficult to follow.
If you'd like a suggested sub-ed, please let me know.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Fri Oct 03, 2014 1:53 pm

sorry it was a spur of the moment type thing. one of those times where an idea goes into you head and you just HAVE to write it down. may I ask whats a sub ed

Re: the international student

Postby xtc » Fri Oct 03, 2014 2:03 pm

A sub-editor (correct me if I'm wrong, Jason) makes suggested corrections to what authors write.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Fri Oct 03, 2014 2:07 pm

I would love one of those

Re: the international student

Postby xtc » Fri Oct 03, 2014 2:52 pm

OK mate, I'll give it a go tomorrow unless I'm doing my Town Crier bit. (seiously) At the minute it looks like it will be too wet to get the frock out.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: the international student

Postby Jack Roper » Fri Oct 03, 2014 2:53 pm

Great beginning subheadings or knot. Please do continue.

Re: the international student

Postby Lake Lover » Sat Oct 04, 2014 11:50 am

Will be nice to see some international cultural influence get into this session... I like the situation so far.

Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Sat Oct 04, 2014 11:16 pm

guys this is being written by me but edited by xtc ok so me and him are partners In this

Re: the international student

Postby xtc » Sun Oct 05, 2014 2:59 am

Thanks for the credit, Rocketroy; I appreciate that.
Readers should be aware, though, that I have no creative input. This is entirely Rocketroy's work. I am merely a sub-editor.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Sun Oct 05, 2014 5:53 pm

you still deserve credit for it. everyone give xtc a round of applause! not just for this but for being a great mod in general and for helping people with things he's not even required to like editing for me and moving peoples posts and just generally things he's doesn't have to do for us but he does because that's what a great mod should be and xtc you fit the bill perfectly

Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Tue Oct 07, 2014 1:40 pm

the next part will be posted soon guys I just had a huge biology test and recently broke up with my gf so iv been busy but as soon as I write it and send it to a sub editor it will be published

Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Sun Oct 26, 2014 4:47 pm

can I get this moved to fictional intimate please. I have wrote the next section but it would fit more in that section

Re: the international student

Postby xtc » Mon Oct 27, 2014 4:09 am

Done!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: the international student

Postby Ossassin » Tue Nov 04, 2014 4:03 am

Excellent looking forward to it
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Wed Nov 05, 2014 8:21 pm

I struggled on my bed but I could not get free, Michelle had tied me very well. I heard the front door open and heard the click, click, click, of high heels coming up the stairs. Then they paused outside of the door and then it opened. There stood Michelle with a bag in her hand. I mmphed loudly through the gag and Michelle said to me 'Don't worry, I'll change that gag for a real one.' She put her bag down and tipped it over the spilling items that it contained onto the floor. Spread out before me were a ball gag, a ring gag, handcuffs, a spreader bar, a strap on, rope and an arm binder.

Michelle took the ball gag off the floor and took it out of its packet, then she walked over and took off the old gag. I started yelling 'Michelle, let me out now!' She said 'Shhh! You know you like this' and she pushed the ball gag deep into my mouth. She buckled up the strap tightly as I mmphed like crazy. Michelle then took my arms and undid the handcuffs. She wrestled the arm binder on and laced it up tight. I had never felt anything like this before and it was very restrictive. Michelle then untied my legs and took off my pants which confused me. "What was she doing?" I thought. When she saw the bulge I had In my underpants she took them off too

Re: the international student

Postby tony2 » Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:00 pm

It's really bad when the one that betrays you is...yourself!
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: the international student

Postby hujikelmop » Tue Nov 11, 2014 9:42 am

Another great part!

Re: the international student

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Dec 21, 2014 10:15 pm

Big MISSING "point"~
when you say "International" from WHICH country?
That MIGHT "improve" the story!

Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Wed Feb 04, 2015 1:31 pm

I didn't think it was required, make it from witch ever country you want it to be

Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Fri Feb 06, 2015 2:48 pm

hey guys im stuck for now I have writers block so I think lord nelson may take over this thread. if I think of an ending or a continuation I can always add them in an alternate ending kinda thing

Re: the international student

Postby LordNelson » Fri Mar 06, 2015 5:54 pm

Rocketroy is a fellow Canadian. Even though he lives on the other side of the country I thought I would do the patriotic thing and help him out. Poor Roy has been so busy recently that he is an infrequent visitor to the site these days and he has lost the focus he needs to finish this story. I will do my best to conclude it for him.

When I do a story for someone else I normally consult with them to make sure that the customer gets what they want. In this case, other than asking me to finish his effort, we have no other contact. I hope he doesn’t mind how I concluded his tale.

The International Student - Michelle’s Story

As a journalism student I have been taught that every story has five basic elements; who, what, when, where and why; known as W5. Here is my story;

Who is Michelle? I am a journalism student from New Caledonia, which is a colony of France. New Caledonia is an island near Australia. I am here in Canada to continue my education at the University of British Columbia (UBC).

The French government pays for our education so cost is no object. When it was time for me to enter university I was relocated to France for the first three years and I am now completing my degree in Canada. Since French is the second official language in Canada it was the obvious choice for me since my English is not so good.

What is Michelle? I am a member of the native peoples of New Caledonia known as the Kanak. The Kanak are dark skinned and very similar to the Maoris of New Zealand and the Aborigines of Australia. I am 24 years old, 5’6” tall and 120 pounds. I have shoulder length black curly hair and I am considered pretty by Kanak standards. Since coming to Canada I have learned that I am considered pretty here too.

I went to an all-girls school until I left home for France. We wore school uniforms and even though I don’t have to wear them now it is my fashion of choice. I like to wear white blouses, short pleated skirts and dark tights or nylons. The only change, now that I am older, is that I wear high heels.

When did this story start? When I applied to UBC to become an exchange student one of the recommended practices was to stay with a Canadian family. It is a good way to learn the culture of a new country. Since Roy's family doesn’t speak French it would also force me to improve my English which is one of the reasons I left France.

Where does this story take place? Another reason I came to UBC is that Vancouver is considered the best city in North America to live in and one of the top five cities in the world. Roy’s family lives in a typical two story house. I chose them over some more affluent families because I wanted my stay here to be with a normal everyday family.

Why is this story unfolding as it is? My choice of a normal everyday family missed the mark. From the moment I arrived I could sense something different about Roy. As a person who has secrets of my own I could tell that he was hiding something. It wasn’t a small secret either. It was something he was passionate about but not willing to reveal.

The last part of any story, after W5, is another question. How? How it happened, as you have already seen, is that Roy thought he would be alone for the evening. He had no way to know that I would be unexpectedly returning to the house. His passion for self-bondage is HOW he got into his predicament. My own passion for all things to do with bondage is HOW his predicament got worse (or better depending on how you look at it).

The International Student – As told by Michelle

Poor Roy! The look on his face when I walked in was priceless. He was so embarrassed. Combine that with the shock of having his secret found out and you have a young man in a panic. He struggled to free himself and even though the bonds were rather loose and sloppy he had no luck. I imagine at that moment he thought that I would free him and he would have some humiliating explaining to do. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

He looked up at me and saw a rather attractive young black girl who was a guest in his home. What he didn’t see was a bondage savvy woman who had spent the last three years in Paris exploring all of the darkest parts of the city visiting the world’s best fetish clubs.

I had come to Canada to get an education, now it was time to give one to Roy. I examined the amateurish efforts of his bonds and gave him a grade of C minus. The clever gag rated a B. it was time to show him what it takes to get an A.

The rope around his wrists was loose enough to slide up his arms out of my way and yet still keeping him captive. He had plenty of extra rope and I tied his hands properly, tight and with a cinch. Then I redid his ankles. There was plenty of rope left and I didn’t want him to escape before I could finish the lesson so I tied his elbows and knees too.
I was tempted to let him keep his gag but it was a bit too small to be really effective. He needed to have his mouth stuffed. I got a pair of my socks and wrapped them in pantyhose. It was a big wad but with a bit of effort I was able to jam it all in. A few wraps around his head and over his mouth with duct tape and we were almost done.

Before I could finish his lesson I would need some more gear. Not wanting him to skip class while I was gone I hogtied him and left him helpless on his bed.

My original plan for the evening was to visit Rascal’s Club, home of the bondage scene in Vancouver, but I was having fun at a new place called Roy’s Room. The nice thing about this club was that it was open for non-stop action all weekend.

I called for a taxi and headed for an adult toy store a few blocks away. While it waited for me I did some shopping. It is fun to shop with an unlimited budget. Part of my student package is a credit card that has been designated to be used for educational supplies. That is certainly what I was buying.

When I exited the shop with a large overflowing bag the driver gave me a sly grin. He knew that someone was in for a good time tonight.

Back in Roy’s room I quickly exchanged the rope bonds and homemade gag for my purchases; now to pick up where Roy left off.

The International Student – The Conclusion

Michelle then untied my legs and took off my pants which confused me. "What was she doing?" I thought. When she saw the bulge I had in my underpants she took them off too.

Roy’s tight pants could not hide the excitement he was feeling. The initial shock had worn off while Michelle was shopping and he not only accepted what was happening to him but he wanted more. When she had dumped the bag of toys on the floor it was like Christmas all over again. Roy looked at the assortment of gadgets and anxiously waited to see what she would choose first. His anticipation resulted in an erection that was rather uncomfortable and embarrassingly couldn't be hidden by his pants.

His predicament was obvious to Michelle. She pulled off his jeans to give him some relief and to check out his junk. No longer oppressed his soldier stood at attention. Unfortunately his uniform was not up to Michelle’s standards. A pair of old faded underwear, frayed along the edges, was not what she had hoped to see. Disappointed she removed the offending garment.

Now allowed full freedom Roy was looking rather impressive but leaving him like this was for the more advanced course, not today’s beginner introductory lesson. She had an idea. She went to her room and returned quickly. After a moment of attention to Roy’s privates he looked down. His manhood was now cloaked in a red leather thong.

Michelle’s erotic undies were a cosy fit and not uncomfortable at all. Roy felt like he should be embarrassed but he wasn’t. The thong actually looked good and he felt sexy wearing it. Now that he was suitably covered she buckled a pair of leather shackles around his ankles and connected them with a short silver chain.

The rest of the night was spent exploring the possibilities of her other purchases. About four o’clock in the morning they were both yawning too much to continue and decided to go to bed (not together, I know what you are thinking). Before she left Roy’s room he gave her a hug and thanked her for the most wonderful night of his life.

‘Don’t thank me now’ she said ‘you can show your appreciation later when it’s time for the student to show the teacher what he has learned.’
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Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Fri Mar 13, 2015 10:41 am

you have done a great job with this and i axtually want you to continue it lol

Re: the international student

Postby LordNelson » Fri Mar 13, 2015 1:28 pm

I'll get working on it. Thanks for your approval, I'm glad I could help out.

Re: the international student

Postby LordNelson » Thu Mar 26, 2015 5:00 pm

Shortly after Roy started this story he asked to have it moved to the intimate forum. It was obvious where he wanted to go with it. He abandoned it before he got there. I was not comfortable writing an intimate ending on his behalf, especially since he was writing in the first person so I wrote a less adult conclusion.

After some thought I decided to finish it in a way that I think Roy may have intended it to be done. This is my attempt, hopefully he and the readers like it.

The International Student – An Intimate Conclusion

I sat on the bed, embarrassed and exposed, wondering what she would do next. I didn’t have to wait long. She picked up the spreader bar. It was a chrome pipe with a wide leather cuff at each end. She buckled the cuffs around my ankles. My legs were now held rigidly apart about the width of my hips. In the center of the bar she pressed a small button that I hadn’t noticed and the spreader telescoped wider. It was adjustable and now my feet were about as far apart as they could get.

She grabbed the bar with both hands and pulled on it turning me around on the bed and sliding me over until my ass was on the edge, another inch and I would have crashed to the floor. She pushed the bar down and my legs came to rest with my feet a few inches from the floor. Each end of the bar had a ring through which she passed the rope she had brought. She tied it to the legs of the bed.

I was lying on my back with my arms trapped in the sleeve and my helpless legs secured to the bed; the only part of me not restrained was my penis. It didn’t stay that way for long. Michelle looked at her pile of gear and then at mine. She picked up the roll of wire I had acquired but wasn’t sure how to use. It was thin and strong and I knew that it would dig in deep if pulled too tight. I had been intending to put it back with the gardening supplies but not gotten around to it.

She pulled about a foot off of the roll and examined it. It was flexible and coated with green plastic and as thick as an uncooked spaghetti noodle. The puzzled look on her face vanished as a wicked idea occurred to her.

She walked over with an evil grin in her eye. She snugly wrapped the end of the wire around the base of my penis twice and gave it a twist to anchor it. Then she neatly began to spiral it around my swollen shaft encasing me in a plastic sheath. She stopped just short of the tip and then wound it back down to the base again. A third layer used up the rest of the wire leaving her a short piece about the width of her hand sticking up from the end.

If it was meant to torment me she had failed, it was snug but not uncomfortable. She wasn’t done. She gripped my erection in the palm of her hand. I’m sure it would have felt fantastic if not for the wire between her flesh and mine. She began to stroke me. She tugged with a gentle rhythm. Even in this metal and plastic cocoon the result was obvious; I began to grow. Or I would have if I could have.

Encased as I was my poor penis had no room for expansion. The pressure began to build. The feeling at first was strange but not unpleasant. Then I began to throb. The throbbing turned to a continuous ache. She watched with an amused grin as I writhed on the bed.

I couldn’t go left and I couldn’t go right and I couldn’t pull away from her. My only option would have been to let myself slide off of the bed. Without my hands to break the fall the first thing to strike the floor would be my tormented member. Right now Michelle was the lesser of two evils, or so I hoped.

Many years ago there was a famous movie called the “Agony and the Ecstasy”. Right now it could be the title of what I was feeling. I had no idea pain and pleasure could be felt so equally at the same time. The bed frame creaked as my legs thrashed about, my arms ached trying to shed the sleeve and my jaw throbbed as I bit hard on the gag.

When my back arched the room began to spin. That was her signal to put me out of my misery. She grabbed the loose end of the wire and pulled hard. As the coil unraveled itself off of me waves of erotic energy shot through my body. As each loop dragged itself over the tender tip I convulsed. Involuntary muscle spasms started in my clenched ass and shot through me as my body twitched as if being electrocuted.

As the last layer began to unwind the pressure eased but the main charge of blood was still being held back. When she got to the end of the wire the two loops she had started with at the base were all that stood between my cock and the pint or so of blood that was trying to engorge it. She continued to pull. The loops raced from the base to the tip followed by a flood of blood in my veins and a jolt of semen looking for release. As the wire departed from my pecker I exploded; blessed relief never felt so good. I slumped back onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. I could hear Michelle giggling. I didn’t have to look up to imagine the mess on my carpet.

As my manhood deflated Michelle reached over and gave it a flaccid flip-flop from side to side. ‘Poor boy’ she said ‘it looks like you need some help, the night is early yet.’

She dropped to her knees and began to sort through the two piles of gear. ‘Let’s see’ she whispered to herself ‘what can we use next?’
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Re: the international student

Postby tony2 » Thu Mar 26, 2015 5:58 pm

Nice job. Thanks for posting it.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: the international student

Postby Ossassin » Thu Mar 26, 2015 8:55 pm

Oh my god this is awesome I feel Rocketroy would be proud/pleased/elated with what you have done with his idea/story
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: the international student

Postby LordNelson » Tue May 05, 2015 2:45 am

I was at a yard sale the other day and just about laughed out loud when I found this.
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Re: the international student

Postby rocketroy » Tue Jun 02, 2015 1:01 pm

yes I am very proud of this. jost like he said. sorry I couldn't find out how to go to my posts with this new theme lol