Gillian's little secret F/M - M/F

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Sat Apr 10, 2010 12:25 am

Hey Everybody

Been a while since I posted anything, and since I don't have any real stories to share (Sad isn't it?) I've concocted another fictional one. It's basically me fantasizing about a friend of mine and I've tried to re-create her personality as accurately as I can, to make this scenario somewhat plausible.

Please keep in mind, I prefer to post stories in a few big chunks rather than lots of little ones, thus it is quite long. Sorry, I'm just kinda verbose.

Hope you like it.



Gillian's Little Secret


Over the past couple of years as I've gone to college I've made a lot of new friends. While I love them all, only a few stand out like Gillian. In many ways she became the big sister I never had. Being a few years older than me, she had a lot of life experience to share, and a knack for practical wisdom that gave her a knowledge of what to do in pretty much any situation. She's proudly of Irish heritage and has long red hair that compliments brown eyes, a slim yet solid physique and a pair of smart glasses. But perhaps what drew me to her more than anything else was our similar world view and values. Though what I didn't know, was we shared something else...

It all began one day as we strolled along a forested path in the park. We’d gone for coffee many times before, and early in the summer we’d talked about walking this trail, but an injury prevented me from going through with it. So in late August as the summer drew to a close, we decided to do our walk and spend the afternoon talking our lives over.

To make a long story short, our walk took us a lot longer than we expected, and we ended up sitting on a bench, watching as the sun went down over the horizon. It was a beautiful scene.

As we sat, I finally struck up a conversation with her about her boyfriend Trevor. He was a friend of mine that I’d met in college the previous year, and I had the two of them pegged as a couple before anybody else did, and way before they themselves did. Thus I was kind of curious as to how their relationship was progressing.

We talked about it for a while, until something caught my attention. She was telling me about what they did the last time he was in town (He lived elsewhere) and after saying a few things that they’d done at her place, she stopped and chuckled.

“What?” I asked her.
“Uhhhh….” She replied

I was confused, she was usually so mature.

“I spent most of the time…” She started, then stopped.

I waited for a minute.

“You weren’t… on your back… right?”
“No! No, of course not.”
“Then what?”

Again, silence.

“You can tell me.”

I could see she wanted to.

“I spent most of the night… hogtied on the couch.” She said finally.

I was totally stunned by what she’d said. I’d always wanted to be tied up, and had been searching for a potential partner in it. I would have never pegged her for it in a million years. While at the same time I was completely stunned by Trevor’s audacity, he was a pretty meek guy.

“Does this freak you out?” She asked.

I kept my composure.

“No.” I replied.
“You’re lying, you think I’m a freak.” She said, laughing.
“You do this often?”
“Not really, I had a friend who I used to do this kind of stuff with when I was littler, but she moved away. So it was only rarely after that, till Trevor
came along. And it was HIS idea!”

I chuckled.

“Wow, I’m impressed.” I said.
“Yeah. Though it’s weird, even though he’s my boyfriend, I still don’t really feel like it’s a sexual thing… It feels the same as it did with my friend Kari. I just like being tied up… I guess that makes no sense.”

I stayed silent for a moment.

“No, it makes perfect sense.”

Her eyes went wide.

“You?!?”
“Yeah.” I replied.

I spent the next few minutes giving her the low down on my love for bondage. It was an incredible release, given that I’d never been able to explain it to anyone face to face before.

When I was done she nodded for a few seconds. I was a bit nervous, I knew that I needed to at least ask her if she was willing to indulge my little quirk, but even though she knew I had trouble working up the courage.

“You want to give it a try?” She asked me.
“Hell yes!” I said all too quickly.

She could tell I was relieved.

We spent the next half hour discussing how we would go about it, and we decided that since she lived on her own, her place would be the best choice. I would bring all the supplies I had, she would do likewise, and we would take turns tying and being tied.

I was looking forward to both, though being tied more so.

By this point I knew my work schedule fairly well, and we set a date for an upcoming Monday. I would work until three that afternoon, we would meet at her place at five, and we could both sleep in the next morning, so we could go as late as we needed to.

After discussing a few safety issues, limits, and general trust issues, we started back home, and about an hour later, parted company.

The four days I had to wait, could not have passed slower. I spent the entire time dreaming about the game I had ahead of me. Finally… after so long, so much waiting, so much pining, I was finally going to experience it.

The Monday finally arrived, and everyone at work remarked at one point or another that I was much giddier than usual. I just told them I’d had too much caffeine and they believed it. This was a situation where Occams razor simply did not apply.

I left work as soon as I could, ran home, showered, ate something, and started gathering my supplies into my backpack. I acquired a new large role of duct tape just for this occasion, and I brought that, as well as the various ropes I kept in the bottom drawer of my dresser.

Four forty finally arrived, and I took the directions to her place I’d printed and hopped in my car. The trip took fifteen minutes. Though knowing it’s ruder to be early than late, I waited the extra five in my car before heading in.

I walked to her door and knocked.

She answered it with a smile and welcomed me in. After a bit of a tour, we sat down in the living room area and talked for a little bit. I wasn’t trying to press her into starting, but she could tell that I wanted to stop talking and get strait to it.

“So… who’s going first?” She asked finally.
“I dunno, do you want to?”
“I don’t care.”

After a bit of passive debating, we decided to “Rock, Paper, Scissors” for it, with the winner being tied first. My rock beat her scissors.

Excitedly, I ran to the door and retrieved my backpack. I brought it back and unloaded its contents onto the kitchen counter. At the same time Gillian walked to her bedroom and brought her own to add to the pile.

We ended up with three roles of duct tape, a very large stack of rope, several silk scarves and one pair of handcuffs.

“You ready?” She asked me.

I nodded.

She pulled a high backed arm chair out from the kitchen table and slid it next to me.

“Then sit down.” She ordered.

I did as I was told, and sat down in the chair, instinctively putting my arms up onto the arm rests.

With a smirk on her face, Gillian began her work. She apparently wanted to make sure I couldn’t possibly escape my first true bondage experience.

She started with my wrists, wrapping several layers of rope around both of them, and curiously cinching the tie between my wrists and the chair arms. Which further tightened the tie. Next she moved up to my upper arms, tying my arms to the chair just below the elbows in the same fashion as my wrists.

With my arms thoroughly immobilized, she moved to my legs, tying each ankle to one of the chair legs separately. This felt a little strange, I hadn’t expected how far apart this would pull my legs. Fortunately I was wearing a pair of fairly tight jeans, which hid my excitement reasonably well.

Moving on, Gillian tied two ropes around my chest. One very long one that she started looping around me and the chair at my waist, which she wound around until it reached my stomach. (Six times I think). Next she took a shorter rope and tied it around the top of my torso just beneath the neck and wrapped it around, under my arms.

She disappeared behind me, apparently grabbing something from the counter.

“Open up!” She said.

I did, and she threw in a smallish white piece of cloth. (I think it was something like an ankle sock) Without being told I closed my mouth around it and prepared for the inevitable tape that was to follow it. (I’d mentioned to her that tape gags were my favorite, I guess she took that to heart.)

I wasn’t disappointed, in a moment I heard a piece of tape being pulled off the role. But what I didn’t expect was that the tape wasn’t taken off the role. She slammed the piece over my waiting lips and began to wrap the tape around my head. After going around eight or so times she finally ripped the role off, and stuck the loose end down.

As one finishing touch, she grabbed one of the silk scarves and pulled it around my eyes as a blindfold.

“Have fun with that sweetie!” She announced as she leaned over and kissed the side of my head.

And with that, she was gone.

I began to pull against my bonds as hard as I could. I would have called it wild struggling if I could have moved at all. But I could hardly move any muscle more than a couple of millimeters.

Gillian was good at this. She’d tied me tight enough that I could feel the weight of the ropes pulling against me, but not so tight that they were painful, or cut off circulation.

I have no idea how long it was, but I spent my first spell in my dark and motionless world, studying my bonds, or at least the feeling of them. After a while I just sat back and relaxed. Simply enjoying the glow of my bondage.

I wasn’t sure what Gillian was doing while I was tied. It was a lot of fun to try and figure out where she was and what she was doing only by sound. I could usually sort of pick out her location and make a guess as to what she was doing there. She did some dishes in the kitchen, went to her room for something, came back and (I think) watched me for a little while, then she went and retrieved something from down the hall before sitting on one of the couches, (so I guessed it was a book).

I had no idea how much time had gone by, it felt like I had slept, but I wasn’t sure. After what felt like hours, Gillian came over to me.

“So you ready to be untied?”

I shook my head “No!”

“I didn’t think you would.”

She walked back towards the couch, and I heard her crash on it again. I decided to check and see if any of the ropes had loosened over the hour I’d been bound. But my search was in vain, there was no slack to be found.

Though I hadn’t been sitting there for very long before I heard her footsteps approaching me again. I probably should agree to be untied so I could return the favor to her. She’d told me in the park that she’s happier being tied than doing the tying. Which I found slightly strange considering her personality was so forceful, and quite masculine in a way.

“I’m curious do you have Andrew’s weakness?” (A mutual friend of ours from school)
“Hmmph?” I replied, best as I could.

The outstretched fingers of her left hand dug into my side and began a barrage of tickling. What she expected to happen was that I would start squirming and mmmmphing in protest. But I knew something she didn’t know: I’m not ticklish! At all.

“Oh, you don’t?” She exclaimed.

I shook my head and tried to say “Sorry.” Though it came out “Hmmph-mmmph”

Not being satisfied with that, she attacked my right side with her outstretched nails more vigorously, to check if I was lying I suppose. I didn’t flinch. She was frustrated.

I nodded my head slowly in approval. After making a few more mmphing sounds, she pulled off my blindfold and asked:

“Untie now?”

I nodded.

She bent down and started with my ankles, it was somewhat reassuring to be able to pull my legs together again. Not long after she’d undone the ropes around my chest and finally my arms, leaving the rope lying on the floor. Gratefully I stood up.

Even though being tied for an hour is a comparatively short time, I was still pretty stiff. I spent a minute rubbing my red and welted wrists. Now it was time to get all this duct tape off my face. Gillian was kind of enough to get me a pair of scissors from the kitchen and I set to work on the painful process of cutting and ripping the band of tape off my face.

“There!” I yelled, as I could finally breath through my mouth again.

Gillian smiled.

“So, was it all you hoped for?”
“Totally!”
“Ok good, cause now you have to do it to me!.
“Right. Now, how to go about doing that?” I asked myself outloud.

I sat down on the edge of the couch nearby and considered my options. I had lots of rope, my handcuffs, silk scarves, and practically an unlimited supply of duct tape. The possibilities were endless. The first thing I wanted to try was a suspended tie. But as I searched the ceiling for something to hook a rope to, it became quickly apparent that there wasn’t. Plan B. Hogtie? Maybe, but then again Trevor had already put her in one. Well there was always the chair…

Then it occurred to me, I could do both. Bingo!

“Alright, sit down.” I commanded her, in a strong voice.

She seemed a little startled.

Gillian is the type of person who naturally takes control of a situation, giving her an aura of experience and confidence. I wouldn’t call myself a meek person, quite the opposite in fact, but when I was with Gillian I was usually quite content to allow her take charge. For example, whenever we would meet for coffee, she would decide when and where, and if I couldn’t think of what to buy, she would often decide for me. I guess that gave her the impression I was meeker than I actually was. And whenever I would take over and start dictating decisions like she did, she would always react with shock and silently go along with it. Once again, she reacted in the exact same way.

Without speaking she sat down and put her hands on her lap. Awaiting the devious scheme that was brewing in my mind. I had no intention of disappointing her. My first move was to take the scarf she’d used to blindfold me and put it to the same use on her. It would probably excite her to not know what was coming.

“Hands, through the back!” I said.

Once again, without speaking, she pulled her hands through the decorative spaces in the chair’s back. Taking a piece of rope from the floor, I set to work binding her hands. Nothing special, wrapped it around her wrists horizontally six or seven times before cinching the tie vertically several more times. With much of the rope remaining, I decided to reinforce the tie by wrapping it around in a figure eight pattern above the vertical tie and cinching it over again. With that done I knotted it off.

“Now, I’m not too confident in my knot tying ability. And I’m sure you know a thing or two about escaping. So…”

I took the role of duct tape from the counter and pulled off a long piece, which I wrapped around her fingers on her right hand.

“You sneaky bastard!” Gillian exclaimed.
“I know right?” I replied.

I added a few more layers of tape, sticking her thumb to the rest of her fingers, then repeated the process on her left hand. That being done, I grabbed the second piece of rope and took hold of her elbows. I tied one end of the rope to her left elbow and started wrapping it around the other. After I’d gone around a few times I gently started pulling and her elbows her together.

“Let me know if it starts to hurt.” I said.

I was amazed, I pulled, and I pulled, and they came right together. I had no idea she was that flexible, the thought of her doing the same thing to me made me wince.

“Your flexible.” I remarked.
“Oh yeah!” She replied proudly.

Taking the loose end of the rope I cinched the tie vertically several times before knotting it off again. I took the next piece of rope and moved around to her feet. Though I couldn’t help but notice that tying her elbows together had thrust her chest out somewhat. Wasn’t at all unpleasant to look at!... Anyway… Her feet were my next target. Though quite simple to tie, all I had to do was time them identically to the way I’d tied her hands. I made a note to take off her socks. Just in case I decided I wanted to tickle those beautiful feet. But tickling wasn’t the torture I had in mind.

Taking the shortest of the ropes, I tied one end around the rope binding her feet and threw it out behind the chair.

“What are you up to?” She demanded.
“You’ll see, you’ll see.” As I said as I re-assuringly patted her shoulder. “Oh, wait, no you won’t.”
“Very funny.”

Taking the loose end of the rope I pulled it back towards me until her feet had been totally lifted off the floor and her soles were facing me. As she had no doubt suspected I took the slack and wrapped it around her wrist tie, putting her into a chair hogtie. Kneeling down, I wrapped the rope around her ankles and feet several times before knotting it off down at her feet again.

Finally I tied the last piece of rope around her waist near the base of the chair. Can’t be too safe!

“I don’t think you’ll be getting out of that anytime soon.” I declared.
“I might not. I’m impressed, not bad for a first timer.”
“Thank you.”
“Though… Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“No. I wasn’t planning on gagging you unless I had to. “
“Well that’s no fun.”
“Oh but I wanted to get your opinion on some things.”
“Like what?”
“Give me a minute.”

I left my bound friend and ran back to the front hall where I’d left my backpack. What Gillian didn’t know was I’d hidden my camera in it. Returning to the kitchen I began snapping photos to my hearts content. Though it took four or five pictures for Gill to recognize the tell tale beeping.

“You’re not taking pictures of me?!?” She demanded.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing!”

She shook the chair as she tried to lunge forward, stopped by her numerous and ultimately redundant bindings.

“You delete those!”

I simply chuckled and took several more pictures before sitting back down on the couch.

“Now, I also happened to have brought my laptop, and my firewire. So really I could send these pictures to whoever I want.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Now, I’d be slightly afraid of Trevor’s retribution when he gets back. So I shouldn’t send them to him. But I wonder if Andrew would like to see them? Maybe give him and his girlfriend some ideas.”
“You… suck!”

I continued to list off names of potential recipients of the pictures and Gillian objected strongly to each one. Until she finally said:

“You better not or I’m going to kick your ass!”
“And how do you plan on doing that exactly? In case you haven’t noticed, you’re tied up. And tied up quite well as a matter of fact.”

She launched into a tirade of furious cursing and threatening.

“You know what, I think I’ve heard enough from you.” I decided finally.
“I’m serious you better delete those pictures, right now, or I swear I’ll MMMMMPH!”

I slammed a piece of tape over her lips mid sentence. Truth is, I just made her angry so I could do that. I’d always wanted to gag someone angry mid sentence.




More to come. Please leave a comment!
Last edited by dreadnaught3200 on Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:19 pm, edited 1 time in total.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Gillian's little secret

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Apr 10, 2010 2:14 am

Very good first part. I hop the girls get blindfolded by next time.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Gillian's little secret F/M - M/F

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:21 pm

I couldn’t see her eyes from behind the scarf, but I could tell she was staring daggers at me from behind it. Oh well. I cut off five more pieces of tape, each successively longer than the last and stuck them over her mouth, and just for good measure I took another of her scarves and tied it around her head over the tape.

Taking a step back, I snapped a couple more pictures and quietly walked back to my backpack, where I switched the memory cards. She need never find those pictures…

I then decided to move on to my next torture, by far my most devious. I’d gotten the impression when we had first talked about it, that since Gillian was quite experienced with bondage, she would probably get quite bored if I’d just tied her up and left her there. On the other hand, she had a boyfriend, and was my good friend and I didn’t want to abuse that trust. As such, I wasn’t sure what physical limits I could push. So, instead, I decided to mess with her mind.

Retrieving a CD I’d specially burned for the occasion from my backpack, I found my way over to the boombox she kept in the kitchen.

“I was just messing with ya, I deleted the pictures.” I announced.

A somewhat sarcastic sounding “Hmmph”. Was the reply.

“You can check my camera when I untie you…. Anyway, in the meantime I thought I’d put on some music. You know, something we can both enjoy.”

Now, I should probably explain: Gillian was one of the most talented musicians I met when I joined the department. A gifted guitarist, singer and songwriter. She wrote folk to be exact. So when I turned on the stereo and “Hammer Smashed Face” by Cannibal Corpse started pouring out at high volume, and her aversion to Heavy Metal of all kinds flared up… Well, let’s say I’ve never seen anyone squirm that much!

“MMMMMMMMMPH!!!!” She screamed.
“Oh what you want me to turn it up? Ok!” I replied.

Again with the “I felt the daggers she was staring at me.”

I wasn’t sure how long I was going to leave it on, I mean I couldn’t possibly subject her to the whole four minutes of the song? Could I? Then again, watching her squirm and struggle desperately to get away from the musical hell I was inflicting on her was just so entertaining.

Alright I admit it, I let the whole song play. Though it did weigh into my thinking that she was going to tie me up again when I released her, and when she did, she would find a way to take her revenge. It wasn’t going to be pleasant. I’m sure she was already brooding about what she was going to do to me. Still I figured, “What the hell?”

When Cannibal Corpse had finished, I could see her bracing for the next sonic assault on the CD. Though she was surprised to hear a nice quiet Jack Johnson tune. I left it on for a minute, just so she’d start feeling comfortable again. Then, it abruptly changed into “War Ensemble” by Slayer.

I tormented her with music for the next ten minutes or so. Interspersing periods of uncompromising thrash and death metal with little breaks of folk or pop music. It was easy to tell I was driving her nuts, and making her payback a little bit worse every time.

Finally, we got to the end of my CD and I switched off the player. Just to keep her a bit on edge I decided not to tell her I was finished. I just let her sit there and fear the next sonic assault while I treated myself to a tour of the apartment. It wasn’t too big, her bedroom, a guest bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen connected to a sitting room. Though as I looked around her room I couldn’t help but notice what looked like a diary on her dresser. I never knew she kept one… “This could be useful” I said to myself.

I headed back down to the sitting room and lay down on the couch. I noticed Gillian’s head turning to face me as I walked by, apparently she was listening to my footsteps like I’d listened to hers, trying to figure out what I was up to. Though she was disappointed, I just lay down on the couch and shut my eyes for a while. By the time I woke up, Gillian had been bound for an hour and a half, now it was only fair that I untied her. It was time to pay the piper.

I walked up to her and silently began my work. First on my list was undoing the hogtie, she gratefully lowered her feet to the floor. Then I carefully pulled the layers of tape from her fingers, and then finally untied all the ropes binding her to the chair. Once her arms were free she pulled off the blindfold and ripper off the tape gag. The first words out of her mouth were:

“You are so going to regret that!”
“I know, but it was worth it.”

She immediately stood up and walked over to the sitting room table where I’d left my camera in plain view. After checking it, she saw there were no pictures of her in her bound state.

“So you did erase them… Good.” She growled.

I didn’t tell her about the second memory card. She, to this day, remains oblivious about the existence of the pictures.

At that point I was mentally preparing myself for the tortures that no doubt awaited me. But unfortunately my nemesis decided to bide her time, and went to the fridge to retrieve a couple of coke zeros. Moreover I was surprised when she actually gave one to me, with an almost gracious look on her face. She was up to something.

She took some time and cleaned up the ropes and scarves from the floor and put them back on the table and came over and sat next to me. She started telling me about the last gig she’d played, and I became more and more at ease. Had I been observant I would’ve noticed that my handcuffs had disappeared from the table. But I wasn’t. A few minutes later as I was putting my half drunk coke down on the table, she took me by surprise, seizing my arms. Not long after they felt the cold touch of steel rings as they locked around my wrists.

“Alright. Now. Up!” She commanded.

I was in no position to argue and stood. She pushed me forward, out of the sitting room and down the hall and into her bedroom.

“Alright, I’m going to take these off for a second, you, take off your shirt.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”

When we’d been talking about limits a few days before I hadn’t specified that my shirt had to be kept on, whereas she did. It was only now I realized this, and considering the rule was, when it was the other person’s turn to tie, you had to obey them, I took off my shirt.

“Alright, down on the bed.”

I put my head on her pillow and laid down. Gillian’s bed was a queen size, and built on a metal frame. The identical head and foot boards were the type where the legs of the bed rose for a few inches and then turned and arced over the bed, with smaller steel support struts spaced every few inches. Gillian took my hands and pulled them through the headboard on either side of the centre support bar, and put the handcuffs back on.

She disappeared for a moment as she ran back to the kitchen. She came back with all the supplies, rope, tape and scarves. First she took a leaf out of my book and used one of the scarves and blindfolded me before she started tying. I lost any sense of what was coming, though I was pretty sure what she was going to do. She didn’t disappoint. Next thing I knew she’d tightly tied my ankles to opposite ends of the footboard, pulling them right apart.

Once again I was totally at her mercy, and this time, she was out for revenge.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Gillian's little secret F/M - M/F

Postby Boundgal08 » Mon Apr 12, 2010 3:00 am

Yes this is a good story, I enjoyed reading it.

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Gillian's little secret F/M - M/F

Postby dreadnaught3200 » Tue Apr 20, 2010 11:03 pm

Ok this is the final part:




The world went silent for a second. I wasn’t sure if Gillian was plotting or what she was doing. I used the lull to test my bindings. They were solid. She’d pulled my legs close enough to either ends of the headboard the rope was completely taut, giving very little slack for my legs. Moreover with my arms stretched over my head and locked in place with handcuffs, I knew that escape was impossible. And while in truth I was no less vulnerable then, than I was when I was tied to the chair. But with my limbs stretched out, I felt much more vulnerable. I knew I trusted Gillian, she wouldn’t do anything to physically hurt me. But that offered little comfort to my situation.

I started licking my lips, awaiting the inevitable gag that was surely to come. But after what felt like a couple of minutes, the gag did not appear.

“I’m still deciding.” Gillian said. I guess she figured out why I was licking my lips. “What do I want more, to shut you up, or to hear you beg?”
“And how do you plan on doing that?” I asked her.
“You don’t think I’m going to give away the surprise do you?”
“Maybe, worth a try wasn’t it?”
“I suppose.”

All of a sudden I felt a wad of cloth being shoved into my mouth. Once it was in, Gillian covered it with her hand as she retrieved the role of tape. She ripped off a piece and stuck it over my lips. That piece was followed by six or seven more. I couldn’t see but it felt like the entire lower half of my face was covered with duct tape.

“Alright, first thing. I know your ticklish and your just lying. This time I’m going to try a bit harder.” She announced.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t ticklish, she could try all she wanted, and well… She did. Her first tactic was to use both her hands at the same time and go for my sides and the underside of my outstretched arms. She had no success. After a few minutes of desperately trying to tickle me into submission, she switched weapons. Abandoning her finger tips, she switched to some kind of feather. Again this had no effect.

Finally with an exasperated gasp, she gave up. First bullet dodged.

Though I was in for a nasty shock, with the tickling failed, Gillian’s methods sunk lower into the realm of cruel and unusual. I heard her walk out of the room and into the kitchen. I lost track of her for a minute, though her footsteps returned to the room before long.

The next thing I knew a freezing cold icepack and been placed on my chest.

It was terrible! I started squirming frantically and grunting into my gag. After a moment of struggle I finally threw it off and it crashed onto the carpeted floor. I wasn’t surprised when the pack was put back on my chest, and this time, Gillian sat on it.

Her weight served as a further restriction to my movement, and I couldn’t so much as squirm. I was forced to simply endure the freezing box of hell that she was pressing against me.

It was inevitable that Gillian would feel my desperate yet futile attempts to throw her off, and this only strengthened her resolve.

“Now THIS is working!” She declared. I could only offer a muffled scream in reply.

How could she do this? This must be against the Geneva convention or something! I pulled and I struggled as furiously as I could. But nothing worked. She kept pressing the icepack into me.

It seemed like hours, in truth it was probably only minutes. Desperately I waited for the icepack to heat up and lose its sting. Though I was aware that since ice packs work by a chemical reaction and not just being frozen, so I wasn’t exactly optimistic.

It went on and on and on. I had no idea how long it had been. Seconds? Years? It made no difference. Finally, she sat up and pulled it off. I breathed a sigh of relief through my nose. I knew I should’ve been pissed off, but I was too exhausted to feel much of anything except relief.

“Now aren’t you sorry you made me listen to that crap?” She demanded.

Meekly I nodded yes. I was lying, it had totally been worth it.

“Good. Now I’m going to finish my drink. I’ll probably finish yours too. Don’t go anywhere.”

I lay back and continued to breathe heavily as Gillian’s footsteps disappeared back into the kitchen. I desperately wanted to roll over onto my side, but that wasn’t going to happen for obvious reasons. I had given up struggling at this point, though my arms were starting to cramp up. Maybe it had been because of my struggling, or maybe I Just wasn’t used to being in that position, but this tie was really starting to hurt. Time to get out.

I started mmmphing, trying to get Gill’s attention. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually I heard her coming back to check on me. I kept mmmmphing until I felt her peeling the tape off. After the million layers she’d put down had been removed, I forcefully spat out of the cloth.

“I need out of this one, it hurts.” I told her.
“Already?”
“Sorry, I’m still kinda new to this.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. We’d agreed, if either person wanted out, they had to be released immediately, and Gillian always stood by promises she made.

She unlocked the handcuffs and I lowered my arms out of the headboard. I had to limply lay them on the bed for a minute, while Gillian finished untying my legs. Once I was free, I stood up and stretched. Having your freedom of movement taken away from you, makes you appreciate it much more when you get it back.

“Alright.” I said.
“Alright.” She replied, slightly confused.
“Keys please.”

Silence.

“Handcuff keys”
“Wait, your…”
“I get to tie you up one more time, that’s what we agreed.”

Gillian thought back, she knew I was right and had to submit.

“Payback time.” I said dryly.

Grudgingly Gillian removed both handcuff keys from her pocket and handed them to me. Sitting back and staring at me with a worried look. After what she’d done she expected my revenge to be nasty. And she was right, though what I was planning was far from what she expected.

“Ok, so I thought I’d take the minimalist route on this one.” I announced.
“What?”
“Could I see your right wrist please?”

Hesitantly she lifted her arm and I took it in my hand, next I grabbed the handcuffs that lay on the bed. I cuffed one side onto her wrist, and attached the other end to the headboard of the bed. Then I stepped back.

“Uhm, this is it?” She asked.
“Yes.” I replied.
“But this is totally lame!”
“Maybe, but it’ll make it all the more infuriating when I do this:”

As I spoke I walked over to her dresser and grabbed her diary. It took Gillian a moment to realize what I was holding, and just as I’d predicted she flew into a frenzy, trying to charge at me and flying backwards when her cuffed wrist stopped her. Regrouping she stood and reached as far as she could away from the bed to take her diary from me. I stood no more than an inch or two away from her outstretched fingers.

Gillian was experiencing what Zeus inflicted on Tantalus, standing in the River Styx but never quite being able to reach the water, or the grapes. Only in this case, Gillian was no more than an inch away from stopping me reading her diary. So close, yet so far.

Needless to say, once again there was a stream of profanity, such that it shouldn’t be repeated in civilized conversation.

I started flipping through the many pages. Going front to back, not for any real reason except to infuriate Gillian as much as I could. After a moment she ran back over to the headboard and started desperately pulling and struggling against the handcuffed locked to it. Seeing an opportunity, I picked a random page and started reading out loud.

Again she charged at me without thinking and once again ended up on the floor.

“This is too much fun.” I said.
“PUT MY DIARY DOWN!!!!!!”

I decided at this point, it was best to do as she said, and not risk actually making her mad. After all, I wanted to do this again at some point, and I was well on my way to ruin the chances of that.

“Thank you.” She fumed.

I wished I could’ve taken a picture of the look on her face, so filled with malice yet slightly amused at the same time.

“Ok, I think that’s enough minimalism” I said.
“Good.”
“Now let’s try the other way.”
“What?”
“Uhm the opposite of minimalism, would that be maximalism? Is there such a thing?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh well.”

I pulled the key to the handcuffs out of my pocket and opened both sides of the handcuffs temporarily releasing my friend. Her freedom was short lived, before she even had a chance to rub her wrists I pulled both of her hands behind her back and clicked them into the steel restraint. Next I grabbed one of the many pieces of rope that had been scattered across the floor and dropped to the ground. I made quick work of binding her ankles together in the traditional cinched fashion. Next piece, I pulled Gillian’s arms so they were touching her back, and looped it around her waist and over her arms, after a few revolutions I pulled it tight and knotted it off in front of her. My next target were her knees, which I tied in much the same fashion as her ankles. And for the final touch, I sought out the longest piece of rope left. I told her to lean forward, and she complied with a confused look. I smirked as I pulled the rope under her legs just behind the crook of the knee and over her back beneath her shoulders. Long as the rope was, I was only able to make three or four revolutions before pulling it tight and knotting behind her back. She struggled awkwardly for a minute, but was unable sit up strait and was stuck with her knees pressed into her chest. Some would call it a ball tie.

“This is new to you I suspect.” I said.
“Yeah, wow.” She replied.
“Oh right, I almost forgot!”

Gillian sighed over the prospect of the inevitable gagging that was to follow. Though I decided I was tired of tape, a cleave would add variety. I pulled off one of Gillian’s socks and stuffed it in her mouth, then I tied one of the scarves around her mouth to hold it in.

I left the room and headed to the kitchen to get a drink and retrieve my laptop. Once I returned, she turned her head to me and started mmphing.

“What?” I asked.

She motioned her head towards her bed and it made sense. I took hold of her feet and helped her swing her legs up onto the bed and pushed her upwards so at least her head was resting on her pillow. Was the least I could do, I can’t imagine ball ties are that comfortable.

I sat down on the floor with my laptop and let Gillian struggle. After twenty minutes, I noticed that the night was getting old and I should probably head home. After what must have seemed like eons for Gillian I released the rope holding her knees to her chest and with a huge sigh of relief she lowered them.

Untying her was quite simple, I undid the rope pining her arms to her back and unlocked the handcuffs. Then she helped with the gag and knees while I undid her ankles, she was free in no time.

With that finished I grudgingly gathered up my ropes, tape and handcuffs and loaded them into my bag.

“We’ll have to do this again.” She told me at the door.
“Yeah, thanks so much. It was everything I hoped for.”

She gave me a hug and sent me on my way. As I drove home I couldn’t help but smile, I knew she was already planning her revenge.





That's all for this one folks, thanks for reading and please leave a comment.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

Re: Gillian's little secret F/M - M/F

Postby crazycanadian » Wed Apr 21, 2010 1:21 pm

GREAT story man, really good. Hope you start to write again soon!

Re: Gillian's little secret F/M - M/F

Postby tugsbd » Wed Apr 21, 2010 4:25 pm

Fun reading!
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.