CAPTURED TO ORDER
I suddenly became aware of a change in my female companion's demeanour, as first she climbed upon my body, together with her own laying upon her large, luxurious bed. Sitting herself down on my chest, making it extremely difficult for me to move, let alone resist whatever she planned to do to me. Which was to spread my arms out, right to the edges, as if she intended to tie them to the bedposts of her upper solid bedframe. Totally unknown to me at this stage, that being EXACTLY what she intended!
For suddenly her right hand reached underneath the centrally placed pillow upon which my head rested, emerging with a bondage tie, and joined her left, holding my right wrist close to the co-responding bedpost. Suddenly, before I could react in any way, the two became joined together, by the tie, she had succeeded in tying me to the post. My capture had begun!
Now this wasn't a totally secure bond at all, basically she had looped my wrist and the bedpost in a circle, and I could already feel some degree of movement as I frantically started to thrash my arm about, screaming at the same time, "what the hell do you think you're doing, Sarah?"
I never received any answer at all, well not in the verbal sense, as Sarah pulled out another one of her ties, and commenced the process of imprisoning my other wrist to the opposite post of her bed. And this time she was doing the job properly; in all fairness she had never intended that first bond to be in any permanent form. For yes, whilst given time I would be able to escape from it, it would buy her that period of time, all of which that arm would be useless to my desperate attempts to avoid her planned fate for me, as she securely bound my other upper limb. With me failing to have yet escaped from that original bond of hers, she also looped my left hand to the post of her bed, rapidly increasing the level of the security of that particular capture, making said bond totally inescapable for me. Now she simply switched back to the original arm, still within temporary bondage.
I was just upon the verge of escaping from it, I was nearly free, but Sarah simply saved me the bother, undoing it herself, but using her left arm to hold my limb in its desired position. Desired for her, that is, close to the bedpost. Of course, she had the use of both of her arms to her and fully utilising that advantage she soon returned that limb of mine into bondage to said post, and doing the job correctly, in virtually the same manner as on the opposite side of the bed. Now I had been taken, I truly belonged to her bed now. Or so I thought. I was in bondage to this bed, alright, just the thing I was completely unaware of at this moment in time, was that it didn't, in fact, belong to her.
Mind you her smiling face did not betray that situation as she began to give me an answer to that earlier enquiry of mine. "Quite simple really Darling, I'm tying you to this bed, which I'm sure you'd agree I've succeeded a large, if yet incomplete state. You can't get off it all unaided, and so you are its prisoner, yes, you'll need someone else's help to leave it. But your legs are still free and the person who requested your capture, for whom I'm working, wants that condition to be rectified!"
"WHAT? You mean you haven't done this for yourself, Sarah?" Wondering now if that was her real name. I mean what else didn't I know about her?
"Oh no Darling. This isn't MY bed; this isn't even my house. No, it belongs to someone that you've tangled with previously and wants you to be taught a little lesson!"
Naturally that revelation induced two questions within my mind. If 'Sarah,' or whatever her name really was, hadn't targeted me in the way I thought that she had when I encountered her, why had she done so? But possibly more importantly, just who was her 'customer?'
Addressing the first of those questions. I had met 'Sarah,' whom I shall keep referring to as that, I mean if that wasn't her name then I had no idea what actually was, and everybody knows just who I mean by still continuing to call her that, at my local pub. There I was sitting at the bar, when she was apparently trying to catch the barman's attention in order to purchase a drink. Being the 'perfect gentleman,' I did so on her behalf, we struck up a conversation, and as the old saying goes, 'one thing led to another.' Ensuring that I hadn't had time to drink an excessive amount of liquid, alcoholic or otherwise, it was early in the evening, she invited me back to her place, for, well, you know!
Now, I should have asked myself just why such a good-looking girl was interested in a shag when she clearly didn't know me at all, but I guess that my ego determined that she was simply memorized by my charm, and it must be said that I was a looker in those days. So, I accepted her kind 'invitation' with total glee.
We proceeded back to what I believed was her place, and after visits to the small room, and stripping off our respective clothing climbed into 'her' bed. There, as you all know now, she took me by surprise and tied me to the bedframe.
As to the identity of her 'client,' well for now she wasn't forthcoming in the matter of informing me of just who they were, but they had specified some 'requirements' regarding my capture, Sarah possessed every intention of fulfilling those, as presumably her 'fee' was dependent upon her doing so.
She soon had a suspender belt within her hands, taking great delight in showing to me. "Now, Darling, my 'employer' requested that you be placed into this, and naturally the stockings that accompany it. Yes, I know it'll be extremely humiliating, but I guess that's just what she's looking for. Therefore, be a sweetie, and put your legs together so I can slide this up them."
What? Did this Sarah really imagine, for one moment, that I'd make life easy for her? NO WAY! I spread my legs apart, removing any prospect of her positioning the belt over both of my feet simultaneously. But she simply rose to the challenge, a rather dirty smile upon her face. "Oh, how predictable, you're trying to be awkward? OK, hard way it is then!"
