Hi all!
This is a true story that happened a while ago, wasn’t sure if I was going to share it here but I finally decided to. As a warning, it probably deserves to go in the more ‘explicit’ section of this site, but since it’s true I wanted to post it here.
For those of you who have read some of my other stories, I have been curious about bondage for as long as I can remember. I enjoy the whole idea of bondage generally, but I am particularly interested in being tied up, so I guess I’m a sub, if you want to put it that way. I brought up the issue with a friend of mine a long while back and he was really open and unjudgemental about it. In fact, he was a curious to learn more about my curiosity as I was.
Anyway, we had played around a little bit but then life took us separate ways and my fetish had become just a fantasy for a while. Last summer though, I was briefly back in my home town and had this experience.
My parents have a time-share at a resort a few hours from their home, so they get a week in a two bedroom suite each summer. I happened to be at home last summer during that week and my parents asked if I wanted to use a day or two. They were planning on going up briefly, but both are very busy and couldn’t tear themselves away from work and life for long enough to spend the whole week. I said sure, and immediately thought of inviting my friend to come with me a hang out, since I couldn’t imagine it would be very fun by myself. He said sure, and I knew right away that there was a good chance this would be a kinky day or two.
To make a long story short, I packed my bondage stuff, picked up my friend, James, and we headed up to the resort. We first walked around the town, got food at a fast-food joint and hit up the pool. Then, that evening, we were sitting around the place when he asked me what I wanted to do.
“I dunno, what do you feel like?†I asked. I knew what he was getting at, but I was still ashamed to seem to eager to get tied up, so I avoided the issue. “We could watch TV or play computer games,†I suggested. We had brought our laptops in case we got bored – they had free wireless internet at the resort.
“Hmm, I’m cool with whatever,†he responded. “But I’m not really in the mood to game right now, we always tend to fall back on that when we hang out, I wouldn’t mind a change.â€
“Ok.†I knew I couldn’t get away without at least suggesting bondage. I mean, the bag with my stuff in it was sitting on the kitchen table for crying out loud. “Well, you know…we could always play some tie up games.â€
“Ok.†He tried to seem nonchalant about it, but I could tell he was looking forward to this. I wasn’t just going to let him tie me up though. I wanted to know what it was like to be the one in control too.
“How about we play a game to determine who gets tied up?â€
“Play a game to determine who gets tied up?†He was clearly perplexed. I don’t think he expected to be at risk of getting tied up himself.
“Yeah, that way there’s some suspense in it, rather than you just tying me up each time. You know, just cause I am curious about being tied up doesn’t mean I want to be your gimp every time.â€
James looked taken aback. “Ok, ok. I’m cool with that.â€
“Alright, we’ll roll on it. I mean, I didn’t bring any dice or anything but we can use a random number generator online. We’ll generate a random number between one and one hundred. Since you’re not as interested in bondage as me, we’ll say that if the number is between 1 and 35, you get tied up by me. If it’s above 35, I get tied up.â€
“Alright,†James shrugged. “Doesn’t seem too complicated.â€
“Wait a second, I didn’t say I was done.â€
He looked at me suspiciously. “Ok, what’s the catch?â€
“The catch,†I continued, “is that the one who gets tied up has 45 minutes to get free. In the mean time, the captor gets to use the jacuzi tub in the master bedroom that I’ve been wanting to try out ever since we got here.â€
“Ok. Sounds good, only you won’t be the one using it,†James smirked. “The odds are definitely in my favor. But what if the captive gets free?â€
“That’s the best part,†I said, grinning mischievously. “If the captive gets free within 45 minutes, then the captor becomes the captive. He gets as long as he wants to tie up the other.â€
James smiled back, clearly liking this turn of events. “How long does the game last?â€
“As long as the captor wants it to.†I shrugged, as if to say, “of course the captor gets to decide how long it lasts.â€
It was clear that James was carefully assessing the new ramifications of this game. After a second or two he nodded and said, “Ok, I’m in.†A shiver when down my spine. I knew where this could be headed, and the possibilities were somewhat frightening, but of course that only made me more excited. “But wait, what if the 45 minutes expire and the captive doesn’t get free?â€
“Obviously, he stays the other’s slave until he gets free or his captor decides to free him. I mean, there’s no other way he will get free, right?â€
James was clearly liking what he was hearing now. “And can the captor do whatever he wants with his slave while he’s tied up? I mean, beyond tying him up.â€
“Of course. Who’s to stop him?†I hoped I made it sound like an obvious conclusion, but I was secretly hoping he would take note. I wanted to be more than tied up, to be honest. I wanted to be completely out of control, to experience being a sub in more ways than just being tied up. Though exactly what ways I wasn’t sure, which scared me a little.
“Let’s get this started then,†I said, trying to sound and appear confident. I pulled up the site on my laptop and entered 1-100 as the range I wanted. I looked back at James to see if he was watching. He was. I pushed “generate†and the cursor pinwheeled momentarily. We each waited tensely.
It showed 34.
I looked back at James. His face was in pure disbelief. He clearly had assumed that the odds would ensure I would be the gimp on the floor. I smiled craftily and said, “Alright, get on the floor, bitch!â€
He paused for a second, deciding whether to obey me or not. I snapped my fingers impatiently and pointed to the floor at my feet. He stood up from his chair and laid down on his stomach, rolling his eyes as he did so. I grabbed some rope and began to work.
“Put your hands behind your back,†I ordered. He obeyed, and I wrapped them nice and tight.
“Hey, not too tight. I can’t feel my fingers anymore,†he complained. I had never done this before, so I was worried I might hurt him by cutting off his circulation. I loosened the rope a little, then turned to his ankles, tying them as well.
I was aiming for a hogtie, as I knew how hard they were to escape from, but I didn’t want to put too much strain on his hands, so I tied a rope harness around his chest first, then tied his ankles to the harness. I had seen this done online and was pretty proud of myself, to be honest. To my surprise, I loved the sensation of pulling James’ ankles tight over his butt as I fastened the rope to his chest harness. I had always thought that being the sub was the only part of bondage I liked, but clearly I enjoyed being in the dominant role as well.
I stepped back and looked at my prisoner. He grunted and squirmed feebly, trying to turn around to see the bonds on his wrists and ankles. Satisfied, I turned to leave the room.
“Well, I’ll be soaking in the jacuzi. Have fun wriggling around.†James just grunted and kept squirming. I walked into the master bedroom/bathroom and stepped up to the jacuzi tub. It was huge, and the water (which had been filling while I was tying up James) was full and steaming hot. I smiled, stripped off my clothes, and stepped in.
It was bliss! I couldn’t believe the sensation. Every part of my skin was alive, and yet I felt relaxed and peaceful.
“Hey, James!†I called to him out in the living room. “This is amazing! How are you doing out there?†I tried to make my voice as mocking as possible.
“Doing pretty good!†He called back to me. I felt a momentary stab of fear that he was actually on the verge of getting free, but quickly reassured myself that there was no way he could have gotten out already. I had tied him up well, a text-book hogtie. I sunk into the pure bliss of the hot water and let myself relax completely.
I called a few taunts every now and then, watching the clock lazily as the minutes went by. I thought idly what I would do with him after the 45 minutes were up. How long should I keep him tied up? I thought to myself. Should I let him keep his clothes, or should I embarrass him a little? How about a gag? I knew he didn’t like the idea of being gagged, so the thought was actually quite appealing.
I looked up at the clock and noticed that 25 minutes had expired. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. When I opened them, James was just walking through the door. My heart hopped into my throat, then sank just as quickly down into my gut.
“Hey, bitch,†he said pleasantly as he walked towards me in the tub. I tried to say something, but I was still registering mentally what was going on and what it all meant for my future. James reached the edge of the tub.
“Looks nice. I think I might have a try. Get your ass out of the tub.â€
Ashamed, I waited for a second hoping he would at least leave the room to let me towel off and put some clothes on first. He didn’t move. Instead, he repeated his last command more emphatically. “Out!â€
I stood up, the water draining off my body, and stepped out onto the tile floor. He pointed to a spot next to the towel rack and said, “Kneel.†I knew he wouldn’t let me get dressed so I didn’t ask. I just obeyed. I knelt on the floor, shivering a little, while he produced a pair of handcuffs from his left hand. My eyes went wide. I knew I would never get free if I was cuffed and he had the key.
“Hey, that’s not fair!†I protested.
“What’s not fair?†James retorted. “You’re my slave now, per your rules, and I can do whatever I want.†He was right. Those were my rules. “Now put your hand next to the towel rack.†I dutifully obeyed, though with a sinking feeling. He crisply clapped my hands in the cuffs around the metal bar the towels hung on, so I couldn’t pull them away. I was effectively chained to the wall. Oh, and did I mention? I was naked. James smirked as he looked down at me, naked and wet, kneeling submissively on the floor. “That’s better,†he said. Now I’m gonna see how good this jacuzi really is. And with that, he stripped naked and stepped in.