Here's a story i wrote a while back. It's based in fact - i used to have a girlfriend who kept wanting to tie me up. For whatever reason, i kept putting her off. i've often wondered since what would have happened if i had said yes . . . .
She had been after him for some time to try new things with her. He had always held back. There was just something very mischievous in her eyes that made him think, "Nah – I don't quite trust her . . ."
But they had drunk copious amounts of wine that night, and it made him horny; it made his defenses drop. So when she asked again, "Can I tie you up?" he thought, "Sure, why not!"
They lay in bed together, bodies shining with the moist sweat from their foreplay. He loved the feel of her fingers on his skin as she traced patterns over his chest. He pulled her on top of him stroked her ass with one hand and caressed her long dark hair with the other. Slowly she pulled his one hand from her bottom and the other from her head and pulled them up towards the headboard.
"Let me tie you up . . ." This time it was a bit more assertive. He looked deep into her eyes. What he found staring back at him was the most serene, mature, purposeful look he had ever seen from her. "Okay . . . yes", he found himself saying. She smiled. Licked her upper lip a bit. He thought he'd better one more thing in. "Here's the deal"; he found his throat becoming a little dry; "If I'm able to get out, I get to do whatever I want with you." She coyly turned her head just a little from him and smiled. "Deal" she smiled, "But I first get to do whatever I want to with you." He found his heart racing, yet he said, "Sure, whatever!"
"Go pee first," she said, "and I'll get ready." He hopped off the bed, leaned in to give her a kiss, but she placed her fingers on his lips. "Pee – go!" And so he did.
As he finished, he thought about what was about to happen. He had played at bondage before, but the girlfriends were not into experimenting, or just lay there waiting for him to finish fucking them. Anne was different. She was more – bohemian, yeah; she would have made a good hippie chick years ago. What with her being a vegetarian, the long hair she wore in braids sometimes, her peasant skirts, the sandals,. She was not the type of girl that he usually went out with, and that's what made her even more attractive to him. She was . . . different.
He washed off the tip of his dick, thinking that if she went down on him she wouldn't want to taste piss. He looked at himself in the mirror. Not a handsome guy, but fit. He thought to himself, man this'll be fun.
She called out for him; "Hey come back before I fall asleep . . ."
He wandered back to her bedroom. They had the house to themselves. She had been able to get his tiny little summer cottage for herself last fall and so they need not worry about making noises.
He came back into the room. She had lit several candles that gave the room an eerie shimmer. Along with the wine he had drank, he had the feeling he was underwater; in another world. She sat in the wicker chair next to the bed. When he saw her his mouth grew dry. She was not the hippie chick, she was wearing shiny black boots that went just over her knees. Short shiny leather gloves covered her delicate little girl hands. Her legs were crossed and her chin rested on her folded hands. "Lie down" she told him. Wordlessly he crawled onto her bed and propped himself on his side facing her. "On . . . your . . . back." He laid backwards, fidgeting with his arms, not sure what to do with them. Then he remembered and opened himself speadeagled. "Good boy," she cooed. She fairly leaped off the chair with a length of rope in her hands and tied his left wrist to the pole on the headboard. Once done she did the same to the right wrist. Good knots, he thought as she cinched and tied them. Then she walked to the foot of the bed. The first touch of her leather fingers to his legs made him arch his back a little. She smiled, but he did not see it as he had closed his eyes in ecstasy. She pulled his legs together and then PULLED him down towards the foot of the bed with such strength that it took him by surprise. He yanked his head up to look at her, but she admonished him to lay it back down. She spread his legs and tied his ankles to the footboard poles. For a moment he thought she was finished, then he felt her tie just above his knees and pull them towards the edge of the bed. He winced a little as she tied each knee to the frame of the bed. His legs were now stretched apart almost to their limits.
He struggled a little. "Go ahead, try and get out," she challenged him. He struggled a little harder each time. Man, he thought, she is good. "You dared me to make it hard to escape, so I did." Was he reading too much into things, or did she say that a little matter of factly. He heard her pouring some wine. Then, she was on top of him.
"Hi," she said, "are you okay?"
"Yeah; yeah I am."
"Good. Drink this." She pulled his head up with one hand and poured some wine into his mouth. It dribbled down his chin a little and she leaned over and licked it up. Then she took a long pull off the goblet. She put the glass down on the night stand, turned back to look at him in the eyes, took his face into her gloved hands, leaned down and kissed him. It was a very innocent closed mouth kiss at first, then he felt the cool liquid slip between his lips. He opened his mouth and she opened hers, pouring the wine down. It was a trick he had taught her months ago. When she was done, she looked at him and said, "Now kiss me as if it would be the last time." They mouths met passionately, he reaching up as far as he could to kiss, suck, nibble, lick her wet lips. She teased him by pulling her head backwards until he was almost begging for her to kiss him, then she attacked his mouth. That was the best way to describe it. She lunged at him with such force and sensuality that it took their breathes away. Then she stopped, jumped off of him and said, "Because that was the last kiss for a long while." Very matter of factly.
From under the bed she pulled out a suitcase. He heard the locks pop open. She turned back to him and told him to open wide.
"What?"
She grabbed his nose, pinched it and pulled up. Instinctively he opened his mouth and she stuffed a rubber ball in between his teeth. She then told him to keep his head up. He had seen ballgags in the bondage magazines, but never live and in person. He felt the straps dig into the corners of his mouth and winced. "Oh hon!" she exclaimed, "too tight?" He nodded his head and gave the best "uh huh" he could. Then she buckled it a notch more. "Too bad." She then pushed his head back onto the bed. She turned back to the suitcase. He could see just above his arms that she was pulling out a roll of white tape. She ripped off a long piece and covered over the ball and strap. More ripping of tape. When she was done the lower part of his mouth from ear to ear was covered in tape. She climbed up on top of him and very carefully smoothed out the wrinkles.
"Talk for me."
"Mmmmuh ah aan mu ah sse?"
"Tell me this is your biggest fantasy."
He nodded his head.
She gritted her teeth; "Say it!"
"Tttss ahs mh iiggsh pphnahee."
"Can you open your mouth wider?"
Beneath the layers of tape, he managed to open his mouth a little wider. Almost immediately she pushed the ball deeper in, and then notched a leather strap between his teeth and behind his head. His eyes widened in panic.
"Close your mouth." He did as he was told.
She then pulled out an Ace bandage, held the end and wrapped it around the top of his head under his chin. She wound the elastic bandage around his head and taped the end. The effect was that the ball was deeply in his mouth and he was practically biting into the leather straps holding it.
She then leaned over, and whispered in his ear, "Tell me this is your biggest fantasy."
All he could make was mewing sounds.
She traced her gloved finger around his chest, moved it down between his legs and whispered in his ear, "Tell me this is your biggest fantasy." The she grabbed his balls.
He made noises somewhere between sobs and cries.
She released him and lay down next to him.
"I know this is an effective gag. I used to do it to my sister."
His breathe came out quickly from his nose.
"Don't be scared. Don't be nervous," she reassured him. "I love you. I would never harm you. It's just that I've wanted to do this with you since we first started sleeping together."
He turned his head to look at her. She pushed it back and made him gaze at the ceiling. He watched the candles dance on the ceiling as she whispered to him. "It'd be okay; I won't let you get hurt."
For the next few hours she used him. She rode him like a slutty rich girl rides a pony. She went down on him until he was ready to explode and then stopped. She sucked on almost every part of his body. When he fought against his bonds in frustration, she tied his elbows and waist to the bedframe. She sat on his face until he clenched his hands into fists, then she taped the fists up. When she took a break, she would lean into his ear and sometimes breathlessly say, "Tell me this is your biggest fantasy."
Finally when the sun began to paint the sky, she cuddled with him. She took out a bottle of baby oil, drenched his cock with it and then began to give him a hand job with her gloved hands. In no time what so ever he came. As he did, it went into another dimension, another reality, where all the pieces came together and all was right with the world. He looked for her, but she was gone. He soon fell asleep.
When he awoke, he blinked and squinted. Had it all been a dream? He rolled over, but could not stretch. He tried calling for her, but realized that the ball was still in his mouth. "UUHHAAAHHNN!!" He tried to yell for Anne, but something has keeping him from opening his jaw. Then he realized that darkness was still around him. Crap, she blindfolded me, he thought.
He tried to sit up, but discovered that his arms were tied behind him, each wrist tied to the other arm's elbow. It felt like his hands were still taped.
"UUHHAAAHHNN!!"
He could roll around on the bed, but dare not go too far for fear of falling off. He took stock of his condition: hands tied behind me; she has me gagged somehow, my balls feel tight, my knees are tied together, but I . . . can . . . move . . . my ankles a bit. I wish I could see . . .
"UUHHAAAHHNN!!"
"You don't have to shout!"
Her voice was in front of him. Honey let me go, he thought.
