Ropes and Cotton Candy (M/f)

Postby somememories » Sat Aug 27, 2011 12:30 pm

I mentioned in my last story about one of the more public adventures Lily and I had. We were a couple for about 14 months, and tying each other up was a notable part of the relationship. Not the only one, but part of it definitely...and soon it became normal to try to devise some sort of "punishment" for the victim. Lily wasn't much to look at at 15, a little pudgy with great light brown hair, but a sweet smile, and a great sense of humor.

Most tie-ups game from bets. I think it's because we each enjoyed tying the other up and devising new ways to take advantage of it. I know a lot of people here seem to be into tickling, but we never went far in that direction. I'm maddeningly un-ticklish, for one thing.

So on a given night, Lily's parents were going to be out, and we each knew there would be a tie-up opportunity. We'd made up some bet, I think on a test score or something, mainly to settle who would win. And tonight, I go to do the tying. When I showed up with a backpack with rope and some other things, Lily met me at the door. She was in Soffe shorts and a light blue tanktop. We settled in chatting, drinking soda, though it was obvious what was in our minds.

So I had Lily sit in a kitchen chair and went to work. I took out some cotton rope and carefully tied her ankles, then waist to the chair. She put her arms on the arms of the chair.

"Be gentle, okay?"
"Of course." I tied her elbows down, weaving the rope between the wooden supports of the arms, then her wrists. Her forearms were largely wound to the arms of the chair. Now, we never had formal rules, but it was on the "tie-er" to do a good job. If s/he left slack, that was just too bad.

Then the devilish idea I had. I ran a rope under her armpits and across her chest, bracing her to the frame of the chair. Then I went behind her and got something out of my backpack. A plastic pail which I uncovered.

"Recognize that smell, Lily?"
"Wait....oh...you didn't."

I had. Lily had some peculiarities, and one of them was a abhorrence for cotton candy. To the point where she had tried to switch lockers next month when her neighbor started wearing cotton candy-scented perfume. It was just too sweet for her. Tonight, that was just too bad.

"What are you going to do?" She twisted about, but it was too late.

What I had done was bring one of those masks painters and nurses use to filter the air. I filled it with cotton candy, then went behind her. Suddenly, I held it over her face with one hand while I clumsily tied the strings with the other. Once in place, I tightened the two sets, over and under her ears. Her eyes closed in disgust.

Of course I was worried about suffocation, and didn't go anywhere. I only put a small amount in there, and sure enough, she could clearly breathe through her mouth, though her voice was nasal. She tugged a bit at her arms, but they weren't going anywhere. All she could smell, she told me later, was the candy.

A bit muffled, I heard her defiance. "I'm not eating this crap."
I shrugged at her. "Suit yourself. It's not going anywhere. As a matter of fact..." I grabbed a small handful and rubbed it on her cheek. "..I just want to enjoy the smell."

I did some homework as she sat there, glowering. Occasionally I saw the mask move; she was obviously trying to get it away but it did no good. After about 15 minutes, I walked behind her again, and returned with the last thing she wanted to see.

A small bottle of some cheap cotton candy scented perfume.

"Tell you what, if you don't want to eat this stuff that's fine. But I'm going to go upstairs and hose down your bedroom with this entire bottle. Your closet, your bed, your rug, stuffed animals, everything. It will smell like a candy store. So..."

Glaring at me, I could see the mask move. She was using her tongue to scoop out the cotton candy and force herself to eat it. I smiled and took a photo with the Polaroid we kept for these occasions (remember Polaroid). When she was done, I tugged the mask a little and shoveled some more into it. "There you go."

Looking back, it was a bit dangerous, but it was still funny. I only had her eat half the container, but kept her tied up for an hour after that, telling her how sweet she smelled. Eventually I had to untie her and get out of there. She sprang up and scrubbed her face on the sink, and the last memory of that night was her threats of revenge. It's obvious now what was coming, but I had no idea what I'd set myself up for.

Re: Ropes and Cotton Candy (M/f)

Postby canuck100 » Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:10 pm

Great story, sounds like you had a lot of fun together. Now, had I been in your place, I'd have been really, really, looking forward for Lily to get her revenge. Curious to find out what devilish idea she came up with.

Re: Ropes and Cotton Candy (M/f)

Postby Kyle » Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:19 pm

Man, that was evil. I liked it.

Re: Ropes and Cotton Candy (M/f)

Postby Zookar » Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:22 pm

Haha, that's pretty evil. Great ideas!

Re: Ropes and Cotton Candy (M/f)

Postby Billy Shears » Wed Sep 07, 2011 7:50 am

...... can't find words.
Um, about being a Threatening Psycho ....

People , VOTE to _KILL_ the Threatening Psycho

See : KILL PSYCHO BILLY

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