I awoke to find myself in a position that, as much as I would like to say was unfamiliar to me, was starting to become very familiar to me. I was blindfolded; that much I could tell. There was something in my mouth too, preventing me from speaking. A quick feel with my tongue revealed it to be a ball gag. "Typical," I thought. That was always her favorite gag to use on me.
There wasn't much else I could really discern about my situation. I was lying down on my side, hands tied behind my back. No, cuffed behind my back, with what felt like fuzzy handcuffs. My legs were tied together, and then tied to...something, I wasn't exactly sure what. But it was keeping me from getting up. As for what I was lying on, it was comfortable, likely some sort of bed. I tried to think for a moment...asked myself what had happened last night...
Ah yes. I recall now. I had gone out with my girlfriend. We had only been dating for a couple weeks, but she had taken quite the liking to me. Especially after she had learned about my...shall we say, "dark side". I pulled at the handcuffs, but they were definitely not going to give. It didn't take long for her to find out that I was into certain things that most people apparently are not into. Things that I assumed everyone enjoyed. Things that she absolutely loved that I enjoyed.
For example, being tied up and helpless. I tested the rope around my ankles again, and found that it was securely tied. Also, light objectification, as well as humiliation. Nothing overboard of course, but I do enjoy the feeling of being someone else's property in the bedroom, and she just happened to enjoy the feeling of having ownership over someone. Of course, there's also the anal domination. There is nothing she loves more than pinning someone down and mercilessly fucking them with a strap-on. Despite the warmth of the room I was in, I found myself getting chills at the thought and testing my restraints one more time. But all of that doesn't explain how I ended up in my current predicament...
Just then I heard a door open, followed by footsteps on carpet.
"Well, well, well, what do have here?" I was relieved to hear her sweet voice, even in its more mocking and teasing tone. She must've seen my confused expression though, as she then enlightened me on last night's events. How we'd had a wonderful meal, how she'd taken me back to her place by the harbor, and how I'd abruptly "fallen asleep". Right. Her place by the harbor. That explains the slight rocking motion that I was feeling. I'm on her...
"...well, my dad's private yacht." She finished explaining. "He's gone for the weekend with the rest of my family, and I already know your family is too. Nobody will be looking me, or you..." She finished with what I imagined was a cruel smile. She then gently stroked my face for a moment before removing the blindfold. Sure enough, I was in the lower deck of a large luxury yacht. This room was darkened and had no windows, but was very comfortable.
Before I could take a good look at my surroundings, she hauled me to my feet and forced me out the door, and up onto the main deck. She was now holding me upright on the bow of the yacht, the Pacific Ocean stretching in all directions around us. She knew the waters well; she had explored them often with her father. She lived on Vancouver Island, near Victoria, so coastal exploration was a large part of who she was. It certainly had its perks.
Speaking of perks...I took a glance at my gem of a lady. She was wearing a tight shirt and jeans, and the cold morning air made it very apparent she was not wearing a bra. Unfortunately, she caught me staring, and felt that she needed to teach me a lesson. Before I knew it, I found myself being dragged to the edge of the boat at the spot where there was no railing, then pushed off. I yelped, knowing full well I would not be able to swim in handcuffs, or with my ankles tied, but she caught my handcuff chain at the last second. My bound feet were planted on the very edge of the boat, and I was leaning above the water, nothing keeping me from falling in except for her steady grasp on the handcuffs. I couldn't get the leverage to pull myself back up; I was completely at her mercy.
"You were staring at me, sweetie," she teased. "Did I say you could do that?" I hesitated for only a moment before thinking better of my defiance.
"No..." I mumbled through the ball gag, my voice thick with playful defiance.