## Elevating Experience (M/f)

Post by Mr Underheel » Mon Dec 23, 2013 2:58 am

There I was, minding my own business on a Saturday morning, waiting for the elevator so I could go to the basement of the 8-story dorm building in mid-Michigan to do my laundry. I pushed the "down" button and waited for the car to come. It was on the 8th floor but was headed downward. There. It's here on the 5th. The doors slid open.
Inside was a very cute little girl that I had a crush on from afar. She probably wasn't a candidate for being a Victoria's Secret model because she was too short and her chest was too small, but she was beautiful otherwise. Her reputation was that of being a real bitch, though. She ignored normal guys like me, blew off girls that weren't sorority candidates, and was a real pain in the ass to her roommates. At least, that's what everybody had said about her. I only knew what I had been told but there was no reason for me to believe that it wasn't true.
And yet I fantasized about her being my girlfriend and all of the great things that we would do together. I had never once mentioned to anyone--no males and no females--of my fascination with bondage and tied up girls. I hadn't dared imagine that I would ever both have this young woman as my girlfriend, let alone ever have the chance to tie her up.
She was five feet one inches tall and had beautiful, long brown hair. Her eyes were big brown doe eyes. I imagine that she weight about 100 pounds. This day she wore jeans and an untucked blouse and was barefoot. As much as I love a girl in heels, this day she looked better than I ever imagined that a girl could look. Why?
Because when those doors opened it was like all of my dreams coming true at once, even the dreams I hadn't had. There she was, proving to the world how much her roommates hated her. They had tied her up using bathrobe belts. Her hands were tied to her thighs with the ropes going around her legs right up by her crotch and then around her wrists. Another belt then tied her hands to the railing inside the elevator car. And she was PISSED!
She yelled at me, "Untie me! Please!" Of course, being the gentleman that I was, I was going to try to help her so I got in the car, knelt down, and tried to work at the knots. I was rock-hard in the blink of an eye. Was this real? Yes, it really was!
Those knots, though, were pulled so tightly that I couldn't make any headway on them at all. I worked at the one on the handrail and then the ones at her wrists and then, well, why shouldn't I--I worked on the ones that were near her crotch. Nothing worked!
"I can't get them", I told her. "DO SOMETHING! GET ME OUT OF THIS!" I wasn't sure if she was begging me to untie her or ordering me to. Not that I cared. If I can rescue her, I thought, she will be grateful to me and I would be a hero. Then I hit on an idea.
"Wait right here! I'll be back!" I ran out of the elevator and back toward my room. "Hurry!", she called after me. I heard the doors shut and the elevator move back down again.
In my room was my tool box which included my Boy Scout knife that I had had for 10 years. Grabbing it in its sheath, I ran back to the elevator and pushed the "Call" button. "Please please please let her still be there"... It was heading back up but it was stopping at every floor.
Now, finally, the doors opened and there she was! Still tied up and still alone! And there I was with my knife.
As quickly as I could I cut the belt that was tied to the handrail and just caught the doors before they closed again. She was out of the car and in the hallway of my dorm! She the two of us and she was still tied up. That's when being a gentleman was seemingly the wrong thing to be. I should take advantage of this situation! Right? No.
I did take her down to my room so that she wouldn't be publicly embarrassed beyond that which had already happened. Fortunately, my roommates were gone for the weekend so I had the place to myself.
Carefully, I slipped the knife between her jeans and the cloth belt and sawed at it carefully. It took a couple of minutes but finally the belt gave way and one of her hands was partially free. I did the same to the other hand. "Thank you so much! Can you get these off of my wrists?" There were still bindings there.
I was worried about cutting her since these were around her bare wrists. There were scissors in my desk drawer so I switched to them and, holding her hand to steady it, I slowly cut it away. Her great-smelling hair was near my nose and I could feel the heat of her body right there next to me. The last thing that I wanted to do was to free this girl but it was the right thing to do.
At last, she was free. She barely took a fraction of a second to thank me and then stomped off back toward the elevators, probably to exact her revenge against her roommates. I watched her half-run down the hall and then disappear around the corner.
I closed the door to my room and got a beer out of the fridge. Opening it, I took a deep drink and sat down to study. "Idiot. Dope. You're a freaking genius. Why didn't you keep her tied up? You'll never get a chance like that again! Shit!" I spent the rest of the day and the early evening studying and watching TV.
I went to dinner and ate by myself. The dorm was almost deserted this particular weekend so I was just chilling out by myself. I saw her there, also eating by herself across the cafeteria but she didn't look up at me. Her reputation was what it was and I was very shy, so I sat by myself and ate. Once I was finished I just headed back to my room to study some more.
About a half hour later I heard a very quiet tapping on the door. It wasn't locked so I just called, "Come in". And there she was, the girl of my dreams! The little bitch...
She smiled sweetly at me and said, "I want to thank you again for saving me. It was very gallant of you to do what you did. Very noble. Some guys wouldn't have handled it that way." I blushed and just said, "You're welcome. Oh...would you like something to drink? I have some beer, there's some vodka...anything?"
Walking over to me, she had clasped her hands behind her back and took rather halting steps. "No, thanks. I'm not really thirsty at the moment. Can I tell you something? Ask you something?"
THIS girl? Ask ME something? "Of course! What?"
"Um...when they tied me up like that I was so pissed! I didn't deserve it! They're a bunch of nasty bitches. But I have to admit something. Um....when they grabbed me and tied me up I kinda liked it. Well, I liked it a lot. And then when you rescued me like that...well, I REALLY like that."
"Do you think you would be willing to do it again?"
I was stunned! My mouth went dry and I could hardly think of what to say. "Do WHAT again?"
"Rescue me, of course! Silly! But somebody would have to put me in a predicament where I would need rescuing in the first place. Would you be willing to do that, too?"
"UUUhhhhhhh....Sure!"
"Fantastic! Let me go get ready. I can bring everything that we need! Don't go anywhere!"
Holy crap! Was this really happening? What do I do now?
I brushed my teeth, picked up the dirty socks and underwear that were on the floor in the bedroom, and changed my clothes, just a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then I waited.
Then came a tap on the door. I opened it and she was back, carrying a gym bag, dressed the same as she was before, except that she had put on--thank you thank you thank you--a pair of 4 1/2 inch high black patent leather platform heels. I was stunned! I stood there with the door half open, my mouth open, staring.
"Well, are you going to invite me in?"
"Oh, yes! Come in!"
I closed the door and locked it, then gulped. I felt a heat growing in my jeans.

### Re: Elevating Experience (M/f)

Post by Mr Underheel » Thu Dec 26, 2013 1:40 am

Shad a bag in her hand and so she opened the duffle bag to reveal a myriad of items, including lots of different ropes of varying material and lengths, duct tape, scarves, and other things.
“So…you’ve never done this before, right”, he asked suspiciously. “Where did you get all of this stuff?”
“After this happened to me, and after you rescued me, it got my mind going. I just got in the car and went to the store and started throwing things in a shopping cart until, well, you see what I bought.”
“Wow! I’m sure that we can find a use for most of this. Are you ready right now?”
“Definitely. Let’s get started. We should try to make this as realistic as we can”, she said. “Take this cloth. It only has water on it. Pretend it’s chloroform, ok? I’ll play along.” She turned her back to him and fussed with some books on a shelf.
He couldn’t believe that this was really happening but he wasn’t going to question it. If she was going to play along so was he. And she wanted it to be realistic, did she? Well, he would do his best, but he knew he would respect several limits that he would set himself. He wanted her to experience what it was like to be taken, to feel safe at the same time, and to want more the next time so that this wouldn’t be the last.
He stepped behind her and wrapped one strong arm around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Just as she began to call out he clamped the cloth over her nose and mouth. Her head was pulled against his shoulder in a vise-like grip that she could not escape. He croaked into her ear, “I bet your daddy will pay big to get you back.”
She squirmed and twisted and pulled hard, fighting to get away, although she avoided using the tactics that she had learned in her self-defense class. All of this action got him quite excited and, if he had felt in just the right place, he would have known how hot she was getting as well. He made sure that she didn’t break out of his grip. After a couple of minutes of struggling, she began to “succumb” to the effects of the drug that she was inhaling and collapsed gently onto the floor.
A quick look into the bag reminded him of the many choices that she had provided for him. A three-quarters inch cotton cord would be perfect to get this started. It was almost twenty-feet long. He doubled it, made a loop, and slipped her crossed wrists inside. Then he wrapped it around her wrists so quickly and expertly that she was helpless in seconds. Though she did not open her eyes she could tell that he knew what he was doing.
The square lash held her tightly but without the ropes being truly “tight”. They ran in five different directions and formed a trap that she would never be able to wriggle out of no matter how hard she tried.
Without hesitation he went for another line that was nearly identical to the first. Placing her feet side by side he laid the rope carefully, coil next to coil. Before he cinched it, the ropes covered almost five inches of her ankles. The cinch itself was carefully done so as not to spoil the look of his work and yet so that it still held her securely.
Just as he finished with her feet she started to “wake up”. “What…what are you doing? Who ARE you? Let me go!” He clamped his bare hand over her mouth and told her to shut up. “Or I’ll SHUT you up.”
When she continued to protest through his hand, he reached into the bag and pulled out the first cloth item that he felt. It was a pair of panties. He ordered her to open her mouth. She immediately complied. Holding his hand over her mouth, he went back into the bag to get a roll of duct tape. One piece of tape soon covered her mouth from ear to ear. Two more made crisscross patterns over the top of the first, and then a fourth ran under her chin and sealed the ends of the first three. Her eyes grew large at how securely she was gagged.
He then scooped her up and carried over her shoulder into the back bedroom. There he stood her on the floor at the foot of the bunk bed. "I'm going to tie you to this post. That will hold you. He retrieved the bag from the front room and tied many ropes around her body, fastening her securely to the bed. She stood comfortably on her beautiful heels but soon found that she was not quite so comfortable with the 10 different places that he had hooked her to the bed.
Around her shoulders above her tits. Just below her tits. Across her waist. Over her hips. In the middle of her thighs. Above her knees. Below her knees. The middle of her calves. At her ankles.
Finally, he took one last rope and tied it around her feet to make sure there was no way for the shoes to come off. Pleased with his work, he whispered roughly in her ear, "You will never escape. I'll go call daddy and see how quickly he will get together the ransom. Hahahahaha!"

### Re: Elevating Experience (M/f)

Post by Mr Underheel » Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:39 am

"That will hold you, you little brat. Now daddy will get a call. You had better hope that he loves you and that he can get together the ransom money quickly. Hahahaha! If he doesn't, I will have another job to do."
"I have one last thing for you." Fetching a scarf from the girl's goody-bag, he tied it securely around her eyes, pulling it higher over her forehead and lower to the tip of her nose so that he could be sure that she could see nothing.
He pretended to twist the corner of his non-existent handlebar mustache and then stalked out of the bedroom.
He opened the door as if he were leaving and then let it slam shut. He took off his shoes and moved about the room silently to maintain for her the illusion that she had been abandoned. By her struggling and demeanor, it appeared to him that she believed it. She twisted and tugged and reached for the knots, doing everything that she could think of to escape the well-tied ropes. He sat on the floor and enjoyed every moment of it.
A half hour later, he decided that it was time to change this up. He opened the door again and, this time, let it close slowly, just loud enough for her to hear. He crept silently to her so that she couldn't detect his presence until she felt his hot breath on her ear. "He says he will pay to get you back. Lucky girl! But it will be a couple of hours before the exchange. Until then, I think we should have some fun."
He strategically untied her, in part. The ropes that encircled her body were the first that he removed, leaving only her wrists and ankles bound. Before he untied her hands, he unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra. He lovingly stroked her body, softly tickling it. Her skin responded so nicely as the goosebumps rose instantaneously, matching the paths of his fingers.
Lifting her from her feet, he re-positioned her to the end of the bunk beds, pressing her back against it. Then he released her wrists, but immediately took her right hand and bound it quickly to the corner post, as high as he could and at the bed's widest point. He stretched her left arm in the opposite direction, pulling her arms into a spread eagle position.
Next, he released her ankles and took off her black stilettos. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them past her hips and then he removed them completely. She now wore only a pair of small red panties. They were soaking wet.
He allowed himself to break character for just a moment, "You really do like this, don't you?" She nodded vigorously. "Do you want me to let you go?" "NNNOOOO!!!!" she yelled through her gag of panties and tape, shaking her head back and forth emphatically.
"Will you allow me to do this?" He placed his hand on her dripping crotch. Her ecstatic moan was probably answer enough, but she further conveyed her permission, he thought, when her head slumped down and her chin rested on her clavicle. "Is that a 'yes', darling?" he asked as his finger probed more deeply into her. She responded with one, barely perceptible nod. "Good. Thank you." He leaped back into character.
"Let's get those legs spread, you little cunt. Kidnapped girls shouldn't enjoy being kidnapped." He put the heels back on her and then wrapped coil after coil of rope around each ankle. Carefully, he moved her feet apart bit by bit until he could note by the rapidity of her breathing that her groin was being strained. At that point, he brought them back together by a couple of inches. He then secured them in that position by tying the ropes to the bedposts at the bottom of the legs.
"Now, my dear, are you comfortable?" Her head moved slowly back and forth. "No? Then why is your pussy so juicy? I would say that you like this! Here, see for yourself." He had brought his Boy Scout knife with him and used it to slice through the flimsy cloth of her panties. He held them to her cheek and to her nose. She felt her own wetness there and inhaled the perfume of her sex. "Yes", she thought, "this is just what I wanted."
Once again, he broke character for a brief moment as he whispered to her, "I have a few little toys of my own. I think you will like some of them."
She felt her neck being encircled by a cool, wide leather device. Though she had never seen one before nor heard of it, he was busy strapping and locking in place a scary-looking posture collar. It gleamed in the half-light that shined through the dorm room window. "Will you be my good little prisoner and do whatever you are told to do?" The collar had locked her head in a single position but she was still able to manage a tiny nod.
"That's good. It is in your best interest to cooperate." She couldn't wait to see or hear or feel whatever was on his "evil" agenda. But he seemed to be just standing there at the moment. She could feel him. He was moving around her as evidenced by his hot breath on her skin here and there; by a nearly imperceptible touch of her skin. More. She wanted more. She struggled against the ropes and involuntarily thrust her hips in his direction.
She thought desperately, "Spank me! Whip me! Scratch me! Fuck me! Do SOMETHING!" It was making her crazy to have him taunt her like that, the most subtle taunting that she had ever known. She had never in her life to been so desperate for a boy's touch. If her hands had been free she would probably have sunken her long nails into his back, pushed him down, and raped him. It was clear, though, that he was skilled at his craft and that she was not going to escape. She would not have her way.
Dammit! She needed to be fucked!!!

### Re: Elevating Experience (M/f)

Post by Mr Underheel » Sun Jan 05, 2014 6:53 am

At that point, she heard something that she did not expect and did not desire: "Your daddy has agreed to pay the ransom. I need to get you ready for the exchange." "WWWFFFF?????" She screamed at him through the gag.
After untying her legs he pressed them together and, using a very long rope, he bound them from ankle to crotch with circuits that were cinched additionally below and above her knees. She felt like a mermaid as she struggled against them.
When he released her hands, she took a wild, angry swing at him. She landed an unaimed slap that glanced off of his shoulder. Quickly, he grabbed her wrists and wrestled the girl to the ground and onto her tummy. He put his full weight on her ass and pinned her there. She screamed more and swung at him with both hands and tried to kick him with her bound feet. Although a few of her swings did actually connect, they did no damage to him. However, she did succeed in completely exhausting herself within a matter of minutes and then she lay there panting, her body glistening with sweat. Her arms and legs burned from the exertion.
He just laughed and pulled her limp arms behind her and securely cross-tied them there. He pulled her to a seated position and further bound her arms to her torso and wrapped her tits in a rope corset. She looked up at him questioningly. If she had been capable of intelligible speech she would have said, "Why didn't you take me when you had the chance? Can't you see how horny I am? I WANT you IN me!!!"
Rather than ravishing her, he laid her back down and tied another rope around her ankles. He threaded the line between her wrists and gently pulled on it until her shoes and the palms of her hands came together. He passed the rope between her ankles one more time, then between her feet, and then finished it off by placing the knot in the middle of her back, around a couple of the "corset" lines.
With a push of his foot against her ass he announced, "Once I have the money I will give instructions as to your whereabouts. Adios, muchacha."
She heard the dorm room door open, but it did not click shut as normally it would. She called to him through her gag. No response. Again she yelled to him. Nothing. Was he not there?
In fact, he was not, although he was standing guard outside his the room. He sat on the floor and read his "History and Appreciation of the Cinema" text book. There were two chapters worth of reading assigned for Monday. This seemed like a good time to get it done. Although all of that "mmmuuummmfffffing" coming from his bedroom was distracting.
After he thought she was as frustrated as she could get, he switched her persona. "The Boy Scout" was back.
He tapped on the door and called, "Hello? Hello? Is anybody here? I saw that the door was unlocked and wanted to make sure that everything here is ok. Hello?"
She squealed through her gag. "Is somebody there?" He went into to bedroom. "Oh my gosh! What happened here? Why are you tied up? Would you like me to help you?" She looked at him and growled through the gag. The truth was that she did NOT want to be untied but that apparently was what he was going to do.
He started with her legs and took his time releasing her. He pretended to fumble with the knots and he made sure that he had touched and tickled her legs all over. Deliberately, he left the gag in.
Then he started with her rope corset. He made sure to bring his face close to her and that his hot breath would blow against her the whole time. He massaged and pinched her bound tits as he released her. The entire time she struggled and puffed and tried to help him, although her efforts seemed to be counterproductive.
Finally, he untied her wrists as best he could, though she was not holding very still. "Calm down, Miss. I'll have you out of this in a second. There we go! You're free!"
Now she she wasn't restrained, she let her animal desires take over. She pushed him onto the floor and went straight for his belt buckle. While he didn't help her with this, neither did he resist. She got his pants and his underwear down to his knees and then mounted him. With the gag still in place, she guided his cock into her and then dropped her ass onto his hips like a pile driver. This anger-fuck did not last long as she had been so primed by all that had happened to her that afternoon. She came hard and collapsed, still gagged, onto his chest.
"There, there, Miss. You're free now. Let me help you get dressed." She just lay there, exhausted, for several minutes.
When she had recovered somewhat, she propped herself up on his shoulder one one elbow. He reached up and removed her gag. When the soaked wad of pantie had finally fallen to the floor, she said to him, "I don't know if you're crazy or what. I don't know why you didn't screw me when you had me naked and tied up. But, whatever. When can we do this again?"
"Soon?" was all he said in response.

### Re: Elevating Experience (M/f)

Post by Dreamingbound » Sat Jan 25, 2014 6:14 am

This was totally awesome. Loved it. Would love to read more.