Now, our first bondage game was talked about enough between us. She liked me tying her up. She talked about doing that more often, but also a little talk of her tying me up. I thought that women had equal rights so I was opened to that idea. However, I wasn’t too sure what she would do.

And so our fifth date. Jessica wore a long skirt this time. It was a woven skirt that consisted of mainly earth tones that went slightly above her knees, a black spaghetti strap top that covered her belly but shown a little cleavage, and a pair of dark hoses. When I picked her up for our date and got into my car, I slipped out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her wrists together in front of her. She said, getting a little early start. I replied, I knew you’d like it. I thought to myself, if I had tented windows she would be in a lot more than handcuffs. I put on her seatbelt for her and we went on to Chili’s and then we rented a movie. Of course I did unlock the cuffs before we went inside. We went to watch it over at my house. My mom was out on a date herself and didn’t expect to be back till after midnight at the least. And my brother was spending the night at a cousin’s house. 

So, the house was empty. The movie we rented was Once Upon A Time In China III. We both loved kung fu films. It was dark and the movie was great. But around the end of the movie where Jet Li’s character is in the Lion Tournament, I began to get a little restless and I started tickling her on the side and she giggled loudly. She grabbed my wrists to stop me and kissed me. We forgot all about the movie and started making out. The movie ended, and we stopped making out, this time we both had our shirts on. I looked at her and knew what she was thinking. I had a few things just for tying her up. A few days after our third date, I had gone out and bought duct tape, bandanas, a pair of handcuffs, and a few feet of nylon rope. I had cut the nylon rope into shorter pieces myself.

I got up off the couch and went to get some stuff. She asked me where I was going. I looked at her and said that I was going to get a few things. She kind of knew what I was going to get. I came back with duct tape, nylon rope, and bandanas. I dumped it all on the floor. Her eyes lit up in excitement. I had no idea of how I would bind her. I like the way I did it last time, but I just had to try something else. I sat beside her on the couch again and put my hands under neither her shirt. I still felt a little nervous about feeling up Jessica’s shirt even though she did the same thing to me. My hands inched up her front till I felt her bra. She smiled. I took the tail of her shirt and started to pull it up. She raised her arms up. As I pulled the shirt over her eyes, I kissed her. I pulled her shirt off to see her purple seamless bra that shown a lot of her cleavage. Then, she stood up and took off her skirt. She wore a pair of purple panties. She slipped off her hoses. She sat on my lap are wrapped her arms around my neck. 

She whispered in my ear, I’m all yours. I took a bandana and blindfolded her. Then, I took a piece of rope and bound her wrists together in front of her. Next, I bound her ankles together with another piece of rope. What are you going to do with me, she asked. I’m going to take you into my bedroom. I stood up, picked up the bound Jessica, and carried her over my shoulder into my bedroom. On the way there, I patted her butt. I laid her on my bed and she started moving around. I quickly went back into the living room and pick up all the bondage stuff and dumped it onto my floor. I took some more pieces of rope. I went on my bed and straddled Jessica. I took her bound wrists, tied another rope to them, and then I tied the other end to my headboard. I turned around, took her bound ankles, tied another rope to them, and then I tied the other end to my footboard. I turned back around and came face-to-face with this blindfolded, bound beauty. You’re tied to my bed now, babe, I told her. She smiled and replied; being tied to your bed in my underwear makes me feel like a bad girl. She giggled. I saw her bare stomach and started tickling her. She laughed loudly. I stopped tickling her and clamped my hand over her mouth. She muffled. You are very loud, I told her. So, I took two bandanas. I shoved one into her mouth and then I tied the other one over her mouth and around her head, cleave gagging her.

I tickled her underarms, her belly, her thighs, and feet. And all this time, she thrashed about my bed, muffling like crazy. This went on for about 20 minutes. I stopped tickling her and asked if she enjoyed that. She nodded. I laid my hand on her stomach and it “crawled” up to her cleavage. I draw circles on her chest with my finger. My finger stopped and wondered on to one of her breasts. There my hand rested. I felt her covered breast and see seemed okay with this.

However, I heard someone entering my room. I looked and it was my mom. As soon as she saw what was going on, she stopped and gasped. She looked around my room. She had found Jessica’s shirt, skirt, and hoses in the living room and now she wanted to know what I was doing on top of a girl bound, gagged, and blindfolded in her underwear on my bed. Jessica muffled. I stood there confused. I walked over and took off Jessica’s gag and blindfold. I introduced Jessica to my mother. Mom said she wanted to talk to me alone. I looked at Jessica, who looked embarrassed, and told her I would be back.

I walked out into the hall. My mom told me she was shocked that I would tie up a girl to my bed. I explained to her that I’ve always wanted to do this. She sighed and says that I’m an adult and can make my own decisions and do what I want, even tying up a girl to my bed. She poked her head into my room and said that she and Jessica can be properly acquainted at another time.

I walked in back into my room confused and I closed my door. Jessica still tied to my bed, said that was extremely odd. I lied beside on my bed, rubbing her belly. I explained to her that my mom was okay with it all. She laughed and told me that I could play with her breasts if I wanted to. I got up and straddle on top of her again. I lifted my hands and laid them on top of her breasts. I looked at her. I honestly, didn’t know what to do after I grabbed her breast. So, I massaged them. She began to moan lightly. I did this for about ten minutes. I got up a started to untie her from my bed but not untying her. After that, I laid her on her stomach. Indeed you are a bad girl, I said. I guess you’ll have to punish me then, she replied. I put my hand on her butt and squeezed it. She giggled. I began to lightly slap her butt. I’ve been naughty, she said. I lightly slapped her butt again. Then, I just rubbed and squeezed her butt. After that, I kissed her a lot and not just on the lips. I had to untie her so I could take her home. As she began to dress, she mentioned us actually getting naked next time. My heart jumped. I was just too cautious with everything. I could tell I could have taken off her bra and panties if I wanted to. I asked her about this. She told me that I could have done some if I wanted to. But she seemed to understand how I felt about things.

So, she was dressed the ways she was before our play. I got my keys to drive her home. Then I got a bright idea. It was late. Not many cars on the road. I took a roll of duct tape and I took Jessica. I wrapped duct tape around her ankles, knees, and wrists, under and above her breasts. I had her trussed up similar to the way I first had her tied up. I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder. I sat her in the passenger seat and put her seat belt on. On our drive to her house, we talked about stuff and her being tied up. When I pulled into her driveway. I cut the duct tape. I walked her to her front door and kissed her good night.

I had this girlfriend that on her birthday bound and gagged herself. I can still see the red marks from the gag. Later on she was walking around in a skirt. I was so turned on. I was sitting in class and she was flirting with a ball player. All I could think of ewas when we get back I am going to tie her up so tightly. I drove back to the dorm only to find that she changed clothes. At my request( or begging) she changed back into the skirt and flesh tone hosery. When she walke din the room I asked her to show me where she kept the twine. She said in the dingy. I quickly grabnbed the brown bailing twine and tied her hand sbehind her back. I forced her to lay down on the floor. I eaxmined her sexy long legs and then secured her ankles. She seemed a little annoyed so I reached inside her drawer and pulled out a white handkerchief. I rolled and pulled tightly into her mouth. I saw her blues eyes gloss over with excitement as I borught her to orgasm on the floor. best memory I have ever had of College. She seemed to really dig being tied and gagged, but when we parted told me how upet she was about it. I can still see her body writihing in ectasy in her ropes.

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Part one

I recently bought 3 dog choker chains and two padlocks. I was intent on binding myself with them, but I really wanted someone to do it. I have a friend (male) who has tied me up occassionally before, but he often can't be bothered.

I was at his house last night, and I decided to take my chains. I handed him all of the keys to the padlocks and asked him to put them safe in his pockets. I did not explain what they were for, and told him not to let them out of his pocket.

At a point about half an hour later he went to the corner shop to get a few things and left me alone. I told him he would find out what the keys were for when he got back. While he was away, I locked one chain around my ankles, and chain around my wrists, the third choker chain was looped through and locked to my wrists too, basically making something similiar to a chain hog tie. I had a paper clip so I could pretend to try and get out.

He returned about ten minutes later to find me chained up on his floor. He laughed, and said he thought that is what they were for. He tapped the keys in his pocket, sat down (putting his feet up on me) and watched tv. He asked me how long I thought it would take to get out, and I said a little while. He gave me an hour.

I struggled around for a while, testing my chains. They felt pretty tight. Secretly, the whole thing felt great. I would have loved to have been gagged, but you can't have it all. Occasionnally he would torture me a bit and stick his feet under my nose (bit smelly) and laugh at me.

The hour came to end, and he took the keys out of his pocket. He told me time up and send it was time to come out. I said I wanted a bit longer. He said now was the time to get out. I insisted in having a bit longer.

He gave me an ultimatum, be unlocked now or he'll throw the keys outside. He'd count to ten, if i didn't offer myself for release on ten, he'd chuck the keys on the back lawn (bear in mind it is 9:30 and has got dark).

He started the countdown. Knowing he would chuck the keys, but would threaten to keep me there longer was a buzz and I decided to test him. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 ... 10.

I was not ready for him actually getting up and opening the back door. He came back, sat down with a smile on his face, and returned to watching TV. I didn't think he had done it. Later, I would find out he had.

Part two

I writhed around on the floor for a while, then asked him if he had realy chucked the keys out. He said yes. And laughed. It was a buzz. But a dangerous buzz. I like the thought of being his captive, but was worried that I might not be getting out for a long while.

The way was chained was pretty good, and it took me ages to look anywhere. To confirm what he had planned with me, I asked if he was going to help me get out later. He replied with a firm No. He reminded me it was my mess and I had to get out of it. (true!)

He told me it was dark outside, and he didn't like my chances of finding the keys. I pointed out how difficult it was for me to move, and laughed again. He sprawled out on the couch, and settled down to continue watching tv. I spoke to him several times, and either responded negatively or did not answer. I was his captive.

To fill in a bit of history, I have been left tied up by him all night before on two occassions, and I did want to be left again this time. Whilst I'm tied up, he sleeps down stairs on the couch. I'm safe, but he doesn't let me out, no matter how much I plea (he knows I don't want to get out straight away).

As the night draws on, he gets ready to settle down for the night. I am not sure still about the keys. I slowly but sureley make my way into his kitched, and look for tools to try and break a link in the chain. A find a couple of heavyweight object and try bashing at the chain at my feet. My movements were very restricted so I struggled to get any kind of pressure.

The noise pulled him into the kitchen. He asked me what I was doing, and I said I was trying to break out. he disappeared outside for ten minutes and return with one key.

He gave it to me and said he couldn't find the other one. The key fit the padlock for my hands, which in the end was a blessing in disguise (i'll explain more later). I freed my hands, the hog ties chain released, and I was just left with chained ankles.

He laughed at me further and said he couldn't find the other key. I went out in the back yard and searched for ages for the second key. He came out to and we spend half an hour. he confessed he really did throw the keys out.

Luckily I managed to work one foot out after a while of struggling, then the slack allowed me to work my other one out.

Epilogue

I was free. But, I considered a few what if's.

If the only key he found was the legs key. My hands would have been tightly chained still.

If he found none of the keys. I would have spent all night tightly chained if I could have broke out.

I asked him his intentions afterwards. He only came to help me because I made too much noise in the kitchen. He was acually considering gagging me in the living room, so he could get some sleep (wow!). I asked him what would have happened in the morning.

He teased me with the thought that he might not have let me out first thing either. Plus he might not have found the keys. He could have kept me chained for a long time. As long as I could have none that the keys weren't lost, the thing is, I would have liked to have been kept there well into the next day.

That's all

Thanks.

Gag stories on the way, when I have a little more time.

Sorry for not getting back Ian. Been busy. Where abouts in the midlands are you? I'm in Derby, and i'm eighteen. Please reply

My name is Carla and I'm originally from Florida, but now live in a city called Montreal, Canada. I miss the USA and will be coming back to America within 6 months. 

Anyway I'm 19, work at my father's company and am 5'9 (without heels). I have short brown hair and brown eyes as well as breasts that men would die for. Sorry for just saying it, but the first thing guys do when they see me is stare at them, especially when I wear one of my Victoria Secret's Bras. I'm slim (size 5) and am considered very attractive by men. This may sound stupid but I don't consider myself attractive and was actually an overweight kid when I was 10-14, so all of the attention that I get almost makes me feel wierd. 
In my office there is this guy I'll call Harry, who is an executive under my Dad. He started paying attention to me when I was about 17, he is in his 30's, is attractive but also married and my Dad would fire him in a second if he ever found out about his attraction to me or what we have done. 
One day I had to pick up some paperwork for my dad who was in town at a meeting, and I walked into Harry's office to ask him where some documents were, and would you believe it?, he was not exactly working. Let's just say he should have bolted his office door. 
He was all flustered and looked like a tomatoe as I stood there looking at him. He tried to cover up but I was curious. I walked over to him and saw that he was in his underwear behind the desk and had been playing with you know what. 
On his desk was a magazine with this girl tied to a bed, and he had a pair of police handcuffs fastened to his left wrist behind the chair. He did his best to play cover up with his right hand but to no avail. 
"So this is what my father pays you to do!" Do you think you're worth your salary?" I said with an amused face. 
All he could say was "this is so messed up, this is so messed up". He repeated this 4 times. 
"What are you a broken record?" I interrupted to stop him from saying it again. 
I started to get a rush of power just then, much like when I wear a leather skirt and pumps. Men just love to do as they are told, in private that is. 
The feeling of power is so cool! 
He was about to say something but I put my finger to his lips and said "shhhhhhhhhh" Don't say a word, not one single word" 
"Carla" he said sheepishly and I put my left hand over his mouth to quiet him. I said "shut up" and pushed his head up against the chair firmly, pinning him to it. He moaned a little and I thought, now this could be interesting. 
His right hand went to my hand that was holding his mouth but I quickly grabbed it, stepped behind the chair and pulled it around so that he had one arm pinned by me behind the chair, one hand cuffed to the chair and now my right hand over his mouth. He struggled a little and I saw he was enjoying this a lot. I had to let his mouth go but said "Remember not one word - undertood?" He nodded yes. 
I reached for the key and unlocked the cuff attached to the chair, re-cuffing it to his other wrist behind the chair. 
Now he was totally at my mercy. I went into his top drawer that was half open, and saw all sorts of toys. 
"Do you actually get a chance to do any work around here?" I chuckled. 
He and I had a chat and I found out that his wife was a bit of a prude. She wouldn't entertain Harry's games at all, and thought it was all too wierd. I don't understand why anyone would marry someone who didn't meet their needs. I've had one boyfriend that loved feet and toes, so to me sticking them in his face or teasing him with them was natural. I had another boyfriend that liked to be tied up and spanked, so I did it even to the point of dressing up in kinky gear that he bought including thigh high leather boots, skirts, a dress and bras. 
To me what is the big deal what two people do in private?But that's just me. 
After our talk I was feeling sorry for him for not having a loving partner. I uncuffed him, brought him to his black sofa that he has in his office and had him lie down on his stomach. I put him in a hogtie with the handcuffs and leg irons from the desk. I used this wierd gag on him too that shoved a piece of thick leather in his mouth and buckled behind his head. I left him on the sofa in his underwear face down and told him I'd be back in 15 minutes. 
When I came back he looked distraught. I knew he probably did a little rubbing, which is why I left him. I let him go and he avoided me for like 3 days. 
Later in the week we talked again and I told him I don't mind tying him all up but I'd never touch him. 
Since then he has become my tie up doll at the office. We play at least once a week. Harry would leave his wife if I wanted and I never even kissed the guy. Something about knowing someone's deep dark secrets. With a man a woman can have him wrapped around their fingers. Harry's wife (who is attractive) could be playing with him and having sex! Only ignorance stops them and as I see it Harry will eventually cheat on her. He's already admitted to me that he has seen a Dominatrix. 
To all of the ladies out there, just talk to your man. When the doors close there is nothing in the world that should be off limits as long as you are both freely choosing to do whatever it is you are doing. 
I'm just exploring the internet and learning about everything and have to say this is a great site. A lot of good ideas I have now from this place that I'm sure my next boyfriend will appreciate (I'm in between boyfriends and am not looking for anything serious until I leave this city and come back to America). 

I'll be hanging around here every now and then and love this link site that I posted. My father has the family moving to Texas in September so I'm about to be a Texan! I'm going to need a lasso and some cowgirl boots. Anyone here live in Houston? 

I was a little embarrased to admit I liked it a lot... although he was the one with the cuffs. 

So a couple of days later I mustered up the courage to let it be known that I liked to be restrained. So I went into his room and pulled out his cuffs. I laid down on his bed and using telephone cord, secured my ankles to the posts. Then I gagged myself with a knotted bandana just for giggles. I then cuffed my hands to the metal headboard above my head. 

Just so you know... I dressed appropriately. I wore a skirt and a button down shirt with no bra. Easy access without untying me. 

Of course it took him 2 hours longer than expected to come back to him room. My mind filled up with crazy fantasies that helped pass the time a little. My fav fantasy was that I was kidnapped and tied here and my boy was on his way to rescue me. When he got there the fun lasted all night. That story will remain a secret.. for now.

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Part 1 of 4

So there I was, in my schoolgirl uniform, in a cold, dark concrete police cell, sitting on the cold, hard concrete bench. My name is Maria, I'm 18 years old and in school sixth form, and it was a Friday afternoon before the May bank holiday weekend. I had been there for about four hours, once I had been processed from the holding area of the police station. I was wearing my white long sleeve school shirt, a school tie, short black skirt, black tights and black shoes. My black underwear was clearly visible through my shirt. My hands were handcuffed behind my back, and my legs were shackled at my feet. A leather strap went around my body pressing my arms into my back, preventing any upper body movement. I was wearing a red rubber ball gag, which was harnessed around my head and padlocked in place.
It had all started earlier that afternoon. After school, I went into town with three of my friends. It was a warm and sunny day, so we had each discarded our hot stuffy black school blazers and grey school jumpers. I was the only one wearing my school tie, but it was hanging loose with my top shirt button undone. After about an hour, my three friends caught the bus home to the village where we all lived. I decided to stay in town a bit longer, and would have to wait for the next bus home about an hour later. I had a history of shoplifting, although the shops never actually took me to court. A slap on the wrist by the police and a severe telling of by my parents was the norm. I don't know why I did, but I was in the music store and casually placed a couple of CDs in my schoolbag, hanging from my right shoulder. I calmly walked to the exit, only for the alarms to blare out, when I ran like hell. I was quickly stopped by two burly security guards, who each grabbed an arm and dragged me back through the store and into a back room. There, my bag was search and the items retrieved - it was placed to one side. I was sat down on a chair in the middle of the room, and my hands were handcuffed behind me. I began to protest quite loudly, so a cloth was tied around my head, effectively gagging me. It was not long until the police arrived. It was obvious what I had done. The shop wanted me to be taught a lesson, but were probably not going to prosecute fully. I was unhandcuffed from the chair and ungagged. One of the police officers, a woman, recuffed me with a pair of those rigid handcuffs, behind my back. A leather strap was then placed around my upper body pressing my arms into my back and preventing any upper body movement. Heavy metal shackles were placed on my ankles severely restricting leg movement, and the red ball gag was placed in my mouth, despite my protests, harnessed and padlocked. This was apparently the new way to deal with unruly, unpredictable and loud criminals who resisted capture and arrest. I was humiliatingly walked through the shop, restricted by my small leg movements, and into the police car outside. My school bag was carried by one of the police officers, the man, and put in the boot of the car for safekeeping.
One we arrived at the police station, I was lifted out of the police car and walked into the main holding area. It was now about five o'clock according to the clock on the wall. The rigid handcuffs were removed from my wrists, and replaced with a pair of regular cuffs - the ones linked with the small chain. I was sat down on a bench in the middle of the holding area, and a further pair of handcuffs were attached between the pair on my wrists and the metal bar running along the back of the hard wooden bench. It was quite busy in the area, and so I was sitting there for about half an hour. Finally, I was unhooked from the bench and walked up to the main desk for processing. I was asked my name and details, and was told that the store had decided not to press charges after all. I would, however, have to remain locked in a police cell until my parents could come and pick me up, or until I could be driven home by a police officer. Well, as I said, I was in this cell for about four hours, without any word from anyone. I had been offered a glass of water and a sandwich. I was temporarily released from my bondage to eat and drink, but my hands were recuffed in front, and a female police officer remained in my cell watching me. I was retied afterwards though.
Suddenly, the cell door opened and a sympathetic looking female police officer came in. She was wearing the typical uniform - a white shirt, black tie, black jumper and black trousers, with utility belt and handcuffs. I was informed that my parents were going to punish me by leaving me at the fate of the police, and that it was not possible for me to be driven home tonight because it was after the end of the day shift. I would have to spend the long bank holiday weekend at a special detention centre for young girls until Tuesday morning, where I would be driven home to my parents. 

Part 1 of 4

So there I was, in my schoolgirl uniform, in a cold, dark concrete police cell, sitting on the cold, hard concrete bench. My name is Maria, I'm 18 years old and in school sixth form, and it was a Friday afternoon before the May bank holiday weekend. I had been there for about four hours, once I had been processed from the holding area of the police station. I was wearing my white long sleeve school shirt, a school tie, short black skirt, black tights and black shoes. My black underwear was clearly visible through my shirt. My hands were handcuffed behind my back, and my legs were shackled at my feet. A leather strap went around my body pressing my arms into my back, preventing any upper body movement. I was wearing a red rubber ball gag, which was harnessed around my head and padlocked in place.
It had all started earlier that afternoon. After school, I went into town with three of my friends. It was a warm and sunny day, so we had each discarded our hot stuffy black school blazers and grey school jumpers. I was the only one wearing my school tie, but it was hanging loose with my top shirt button undone. After about an hour, my three friends caught the bus home to the village where we all lived. I decided to stay in town a bit longer, and would have to wait for the next bus home about an hour later. I had a history of shoplifting, although the shops never actually took me to court. A slap on the wrist by the police and a severe telling of by my parents was the norm. I don't know why I did, but I was in the music store and casually placed a couple of CDs in my schoolbag, hanging from my right shoulder. I calmly walked to the exit, only for the alarms to blare out, when I ran like hell. I was quickly stopped by two burly security guards, who each grabbed an arm and dragged me back through the store and into a back room. There, my bag was search and the items retrieved - it was placed to one side. I was sat down on a chair in the middle of the room, and my hands were handcuffed behind me. I began to protest quite loudly, so a cloth was tied around my head, effectively gagging me. It was not long until the police arrived. It was obvious what I had done. The shop wanted me to be taught a lesson, but were probably not going to prosecute fully. I was unhandcuffed from the chair and ungagged. One of the police officers, a woman, recuffed me with a pair of those rigid handcuffs, behind my back. A leather strap was then placed around my upper body pressing my arms into my back and preventing any upper body movement. Heavy metal shackles were placed on my ankles severely restricting leg movement, and the red ball gag was placed in my mouth, despite my protests, harnessed and padlocked. This was apparently the new way to deal with unruly, unpredictable and loud criminals who resisted capture and arrest. I was humiliatingly walked through the shop, restricted by my small leg movements, and into the police car outside. My school bag was carried by one of the police officers, the man, and put in the boot of the car for safekeeping.
One we arrived at the police station, I was lifted out of the police car and walked into the main holding area. It was now about five o'clock according to the clock on the wall. The rigid handcuffs were removed from my wrists, and replaced with a pair of regular cuffs - the ones linked with the small chain. I was sat down on a bench in the middle of the holding area, and a further pair of handcuffs were attached between the pair on my wrists and the metal bar running along the back of the hard wooden bench. It was quite busy in the area, and so I was sitting there for about half an hour. Finally, I was unhooked from the bench and walked up to the main desk for processing. I was asked my name and details, and was told that the store had decided not to press charges after all. I would, however, have to remain locked in a police cell until my parents could come and pick me up, or until I could be driven home by a police officer. Well, as I said, I was in this cell for about four hours, without any word from anyone. I had been offered a glass of water and a sandwich. I was temporarily released from my bondage to eat and drink, but my hands were recuffed in front, and a female police officer remained in my cell watching me. I was retied afterwards though.
Suddenly, the cell door opened and a sympathetic looking female police officer came in. She was wearing the typical uniform - a white shirt, black tie, black jumper and black trousers, with utility belt and handcuffs. I was informed that my parents were going to punish me by leaving me at the fate of the police, and that it was not possible for me to be driven home tonight because it was after the end of the day shift. I would have to spend the long bank holiday weekend at a special detention centre for young girls until Tuesday morning, where I would be driven home to my parents. 
 

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I was working in a Hospital. Occasionally during lunch breaks or slow periods, our supervisor would let us (us being three guys and a couple of gals relax in a room that had various equipment including wheel chairs and stretchers.

I usually picked the stretcher and would sack out. 

On of the girls, Sharon would love to raise hell. She would come in with syringes loaded with water and shoot them off as a squirt gun or fill water bottles and through them at us. 

One day, two of the guys were off and I was the only guy there. It was a unusually slow day and Sheila the supervisor told me to go lay down if I wanted and take it easy.

I looked for Sharon. She was at her desk doing reports and the other girls were just standing around. The guys, Tim and John were as I said off so I thought great. Now I can relax for a change.

I lied down on the stretcher but felt something was going to happen. So I kept looking up and around for the first ten minutes. 15 minutes. Nothing.

So I figured, what the heck. I grabbed a blanket and covered myself. After awhile I was in a daze of sorts. You know that twilight sleep were you are half awake--in came the girls.

Two of them held my hands down while the third one reached down and tightened the safety belt around my arms. I couldn't move.

Then Sharon grabbed tape from inside one of the cabinets and started tying my hands in front with it. Over and over and over and over.

Meanwhile the other girls had strapped my legs at which time Sharon came around with another roll of tape and started taping my feet together. Round and round and round and round.

I started to tell them that that we would all get in trouble if Frank the Director of the Department came in. "you guys are crazy" I blurted out.

At this point Sue had a roll of ace bandages and a wash rag. "Oh no" I said. "Your not!"

Oh yes we are said Sharon smiling while Sue put the wash rag which had been rolled up over my mouth and then Sharon put her palm over my mouth while Sue pulled out the ace bandage, put in around my head and then over the wash rag and my mouth as Sharon pulled her hand away.

She rapped it around several times. Then Judy came over with duct tape and put that over the ace bandage.

"You wanted to relax, there you go, relax." 

"Now have a surprise for you" said Sharon.

In walks Peggy, a girls that I was dating seriously at that time. "Did you ever get Gary like this?" Sharon asked.

"No, he told me he didn't like this kinlky stuff." Peggy retorted.

"Like it!" "Who says he has to like it" Sharon fired back. My guy didn't think he would like it either, untill I surprised him."

"Gary, are you surprised?" asked Sharon.

Judy pointed to my johnson and said, "He is surprised and I think he likes it." At which poing the girls left leaving Peggy and me alone.

As Peggy came over to me, I move my head toward her then wiggled my jaw while making weak attempts to speak which were stifled by the ace bandage and tape.

"You want me to take your gag off." Peggy said. "I nodded yes.

"No way! You talk way too much and I never can get a work in edgewise. I'm going to enjoy this" said Peggy smiling and proud as a Peacock.

Peggy then gag-kissed me while putting her hand and rubbing me in other places. She removed the straps around my arms and shoulders but my hands w still tied and at this point I realized that the girls had wrapped an ace bandage around my elblows making it impossible to move. I was still immobile.

People started to loosen my top, a sort of Pharmacists jacket by pulling the zipper down in front. 

She then loosened my belt buckle on my pants

Sorry that is as far as I can go. Suffice to say, I thoroughly enjoyed this episode and thanked Sharon, Judy and Sue for arranging this whole thing.
 

Part 2

I was then lifted from the bench, and walked out of my cell, through the holding area and into a side room marked 'Transportation preparation room'. Inside was a large stern looking female police officer looking directly at me and several other prisoners all standing in line. The rest were already prepared for transit, and now it was my turn. The ball gag was temporarily removed and the leather strap around my upper body removed. I took a moment to exercise my jaw which had been held shut for so long. My school tie was loosened and another button of my school shirt undone. A large metal collar was placed snugly around my neck. From it a chain ran to the handcuffs behind my back, and to a leather belt which was fastened around my waist. A further chain was run from my leg shackles to the belt around my waist. The leather strap was then reapplied to my upper body, restricting my arm movement completely. My high heeled school shoes were removed, and a pair of standard issue prison slippers were put on - bright orange! The ball gag was refastened to my mouth and around my head, and padlocked once again. Now we were all ready for transit, as I stood anticipating my long weekend locked up. What would my friends say about this? I was somewhat excited by the prospect. I had always been fascinated by bondage and people being tied up, but had never experienced it to this extent before. I also quite liked the prospect of remaining in my sexy looking school uniform all weekend long!

Before we knew it, we were all led one by one out of the opposite door and into the yard outside, where a large police van was awaiting. I had not been outside for several hours, and it was now pitch black. We were sat in the back of the van one at a time. A chain was placed across my body, and my leg shackles were attached to a ring in the floor. Finally, the cage door was shut, followed by the outer door, and we were now all in complete darkness.

The journey was quite long. It must have been about half past ten by now. The back doors opened and we were all led one by one from the van through a cage door into the detention centre. I had no idea where we were, but suspected we might be in the next town. We were all female, led down a concrete corridor to various cells on either side. My cell door was opened by a female prison officer. There were two bunks - four beds - in the cell. Three were occupied by girls all similarly aged. They were wearing blue and white striped shirts and blue light trousers. They were tied spread eagle to their beds with leather cuffs, and were each cleave gagged with rope. Also, crotch ropes had been applied. I stood there in the middle of the cell, flabbergasted by what I saw. The prison officer removed my bondage one by one, except for the handcuffs and leg shackles. She directed me to a toilet bowl in the middle of the cell. I was uncomfortable about using it with the other girls there, but had little choice and needed to relieve myself anyway. The officer lowered my black school skirt for me, and lowered my tights and panties, revealing my vagina. Afterwards, the officer helped me back into my clothes, and instructed me to stand as she removed the final restraints. I was told to lie on the spare bunk, which was a lower one, and spread my arms and legs. The leather cuffs on the bunk were attached to my wrists and ankles. A rope was tied around my head gagging me well, and the crotch rope was added despite me wearing my skirt still.

So there I was, in my school shirt and tie, skirt, tights, black underwear and these ugly prison transit slippers. The prison officer left and slammed the door behind her. Soon after the fluorescent strip light in the cell turned off, and I was in total darkness once again.
 

Part 3

Morning came, marked by a loud bell ringing and the light in the cell flickering on. That same prison officer came into the cell, and one by one untied us from our beds and ungagged. We were each made to stand in the middle of the cell, as handcuffs were applied behind our backs, and leg shackles placed at our feet. One by one we formed two pairs. I stood behind, next to a beautiful looking blonde with shoulder length hair, a petite figure and a friendly smile. Both our handcuffs were chained together with a short length of chain. I was to the left and she was to the right. The prison officer left the cell, and shortly after the bell rang once again. We began moving forwards, to meet other girls paired up, walking down the corridor to the dining hall. A clock on the wall said seven o'clock. I followed form, and in the hall we each stood at a table place, where a meagre portion of breakfast was waiting - a small bowl of cereal, a dry slice of toast, and a cup of water. Prison officers came round one by one, removing the chains between us, and recuffing us with out hands in front. The door to the room was shut and heavily guarded. The girl said "its about the only time when you're hands aren't cuffed behind you, apart from in your cell of course". I introduced myself - her name was Jennifer. She was here awaiting court, and was fascinated by my story. We chatted quietly whilst eating until other girls began to stand, and prison officers came to recuff us with our hands behind, and reattach the chains.

We were walked back to our cells, where our bondage was temporarily removed as we were ordered to strip naked. I nervously complied, and my hands and feet were recuffed, and I was once again joined to Jennifer. Similarly to before, we all walked down the corridor to the shower room, except of course we were all naked, although surprisingly no one else seemed bothered apart from me. I suppose they got used to this. We were walked into the shower room, and the chain connecting me to the other girl was removed, and my hands were recuffed in front of me. After a quick shower, we dried off, and were our hands were cuffed behind our backs again, and I was once again attached to Jennifer. When we returned to the cell, the door was shut behind us, and I noticed that my school uniform had been taken and was replaced with a clean prison uniform lying on my bed. There was a blue and white striped long sleeve shirt, and a pair of blue slack trousers. Once I was uncuffed I changed into this, as did all the other girls, and then we were rehandcuffed with our hands in front, and the leg shackles were reapplied. We now stayed in our cell until lunchtime, which was at about twelve o'clock, and the procedure was much the same as at breakfast. Following lunch, we were led two by two into the yard for 'exercise' - this was half an hour sitting around. Two girls who were chained together started arguing and then started pulling each other about, and trying to kick each other. Their movement was severely restricted. Two prison officers rushed to the scene where the girls were separated, leather straps were wrapped around them, and they were both gagged with ball gags, which were harnessed around their heads and padlocked. A hood was then placed over each of the girls, and then they were both carried away. Jennifer told me they would go to the isolation wing, where they would spend the next 48 hours in solitary confinement, in that strict bondage, hooded, and tied to a chair. She said one of the girls was due to go home that afternoon, but would remain here until her term in isolation was over
 

Part 4

The three days incarcerated had passed very slowly. I only got to know the three other girls in my cell, including Jennifer. Other than that, there was little opportunity to speak to anyone else, particularly as Jennifer and I were always tied together when out of our cells. After breakfast and showering on Tuesday morning we were lying in our cell catching up on some sleep when the door opened and a prison officer called my name. I replied, she said "time to go home girl". I was told to stand up whilst she removed my handcuffs and recuffed me with my hands behind my back. She then attached a chain from my handcuffs to a cuff on her left wrist. I quickly said my goodbyes as I was lead out of the cell and down the corridor to a room. In that room I was left standing for some time - about ten or fifteen minutes - whilst the officer behind the desk there sorted through some paperwork and produced my school uniform and schoolbag from behind the desk. The handcuffs and leg shackles were removed by the same officer who came to my cell, and she told me to strip down naked. Both prison officers stared at me as I revealed my nakedness. I wasn't so embarrassed any more following four days of showering and being paraded up and down the corridor naked. My school uniform was handed to me. I put on my panties, then my bra. I pulled up my black tights, which were laddered, and put my long sleeve white school shirt on, and buttoned all but the top button. I put on my short black school skirt. Then she handed me my school tie. I asked was it really necessary, but she said I had come in like that and I would leave dressed the same. I reluctantly tied the tie, hanging loose. "Look smart girl. We can't have you leaving looking a mess. Do up your shirt properly and straighten that tie," she said. I reluctantly complied. A set of handcuffs was then reapplied with my hands behind my back. Shackles were placed at my feet, and a metal collar was placed around my neck, just above my shirt collar. A chain ran from the collar to the handcuffs, and to a belt which was put around my waist, and a chain ran from the belt to the shackles. Then a leather strap was tied tightly around my waist, pressing my arms together. A ball gag was held up. I resigned to this fate, and it was harnessed around my head, and padlocked in place. I was then led out of the room and into the yard where a police car was waiting. The prison officer carried my school bag and handed it to the police officer who was waiting by the car. I was put in the back, and we drove away.

We were indeed in the next town. Although the windows in the back of the car were darkened I could still see out. I took about forty minutes to my house, where the police officer knocked at my house to check my parents were in. My mother stood in the door way, as the policeman returned to the car to get me. I was lifted out of the car and walked to the house. My mother looked shocked to see me in this bondage, although she had been warned by the police that this is how I would be transported. Inside the house, I was untied and ungagged, and my school bag was returned to me. My mother asked the police officer "may we keep those handcuffs. It could prove useful as a punishment for my daughter". "Well Mrs Smith, I must ensure that all police and prison equipment is returned in tact. I can't really allow you to keep anything…", he hesitated, "but, as your daughter has been in trouble with the police so much, and in case this weekend locked up hasn't taught her anything, it may be a good idea. I can sort it with my boss". He handed the handcuffs to my mother, who pointed at me - I held out my arms in front, and the police officer cuffed me once again, and handed the key to my mother.

For the rest of the afternoon I had to go about the house in handcuffs. I was to return to school the following day, but that afternoon I had to do chores for my mother in bondage.

Maria (K)

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You poor, silly dear! Did you really think I would leave you up here for the night? Like some girl who doesn't really care about you, and is also an idiot, might do? 

If I did that, you would be in misery long before morning. I would never do anything like that to you. I would never, never, never, never, never hurt you! Not even a teeniest-weenie itty-bitty bit! Not even for the whole world! 

I LOVE you! Which is why you are here! 

Because, I've watched you, and talked with you, and listened to you, and learned about you! I learned that you, like most men, ever since you were a child (and like most men, you still are!), adore the fantasy of being completely helpless, under the care of a lovely girl. 

So that's where I have placed you. Securely tied to that beam, completely helpless, and under the care of the loveliest girl you've ever seen in your life

How did I do it? The only realistic way that a girl, the "weaker" sex, can do it: by using my feminine power over you! Looking so pretty in my ultra-feminine dress, I said, "Honey, will you please come with me? I need to tie you up for a while! I’m going to be working on something secret from you, in here!” 

You were utterly dazed: captured on the spot! I came over to you and took you by your hand and led you, in helpless 
delight, up to the attic, and over to that beam, to which I quickly, and very, very securely tied you. 

I have studied this, just for you, and I know what I’m doing: you will not escape. You won’t even loosen, or move,
anything, even one itty bit. I have left no untieable knot within your reach. I can tie up any man completely helpless in less than two minutes (but the only men I tie up are burglars I catch, and you!). All those stories about children playing games tying each other up and escaping are just plain silly. No one who has been correctly tied up will ever escape; and any six year old who has learned how to tie her shoelaces can easily learn how to correctly tie up her boy.

I said "thank you, Honey!" and I kissed you; and left you there: locking the door behind me, and taking the key with me in my purse. 

Alone and helpless, you start to try to struggle. And then, it dawns on you: you absolutely need: . . . pretty little me! 

You will need to be cared for; and only I can take care of you. 

You will need someone to set you free; and only I can set you free. 

Your very life is in my pretty little hands!

And that's where your heart is, too!

As my captive, up there, you are just utterly adoring me in your heart! And it’s growing! You are as helpless to stop it as you are to get free. 

After today, you will need me forever! I am going to make you adore me more and more and more; this is only the 
beginning. As the spider with her prey in her web, I will wind cord after cord around your heart; and those cords will never be loosed.

Because I love you! And I intend to keep you forever! 

So, I will always be a lovely, loving, and feminine girl for you! 

Not like other women, who look absolutely hideous for their man, wearing the same kind of clothing he does and acting like he does. God put in man the need to have a lovely girl 
for his companion. But disobeying and spite-ing God, they defraud their husbands of that need. If a girl doesn't care how she looks for her man, she does not love him. And he 
knows it. He will be unhappy, dissatisfied, and soon stupidly looking for someone else to meet his need, which she has no intention of meeting, thinking that some other 
woman will be any better. That, of course, will result in just what we see going on all the time, everywhere, 
today. 

But as for me, I love you; and I love and fear God, Who gave you to me! You are so precious to me!

Besides, I LOVE to be feminine, anyway! That's the way God made me --- for you

I let you to ripen up there for awhile! Keeping watch over you on my monitor, to be sure that you’re all right, I see your struggling, and wondering, and longing: for me! And finally, I return for you!

And there you are, helpless in front of pretty little me, completely at my mercy. 

Aren't you a little afraid what I might do? I could decide to give you a good hard spanking! Or I could find another rope, and put it on you and teach you how to play “I’m standing on my tippy toes!”

Oh, you sweetie! I would never do any of those things to you! (Unless you get naughty!) Because I love you! But there ARE some other things that I AM going to do to you. 

Would you like to guess what I am going to do to you?

I won’t give you a spanking; nor will I make you play “I’m standing on my tippy toes.” Nor will I do anything else the other girls we read about would do to you. Sadistic things, like: 

1. Fastening a gag on you. Filthy, ugly, painful, dangerous. I could never enjoy making you uncomfy. And why would I make you unable to talk with me? I love you! And that involves talking together! Sadism is the opposite of love (so is masochism; and you are not a masochist --- you also love me!): it wants to hurt you. That’s nothing but sick perversion. And you and I are not sick perverts.

2. "Tickle torturing" you. Painful, stressful, dangerous --- again, simply sadism, the opposite of love. Of course, if something was to happen, and it does, the girl simply unties the corpse, and claims it was a normal heart attack, or shock. So sad. "The perfect crime!" Not even the victim realized that the girl was actually murdering him! But that's not for you and me: - - - I LOVE you! She does not. 

But I might just give you a quick little tickie! Just to let you see how you're in the power of that lovely little girl who is caring for you! But you can trust HER, 
because SHE controls that power! SHE says, "That's far enough, power; you may stop right there! I won't let you threaten him, or hurt him, or give him any distress! I love him!" 

And now, Honey: here is what I AM going to do to you!

I am going to love you up REAL good!! I’m going to thrill you to pieces! Right out of your skin! And you can’t do a thing to stop me!

To begin: I just cuddle you there, when you can't move a bit. I pull up a tall stool, and sit there next to you, 
tight against you. You see a bit of my beautiful slip, over my knees, ... and ... ohh!! ... Why, Honey!!!...

You’re swooning! Tee-hee!!! It’s a good thing I have you tied up, here, or you would have fallen on the floor!

Ooowee! I’m so thrilled, too! As much as you! 

But I stay in control, watching that both of us are all right. 

Little me and you, alone, together! I’ve separated you from the world. The world can't come in; and you can't go out, until when I decide to let you out! But I come in and I go out, in my pretty dress, whenever I please. 

And speaking of going out, it’s time for me to go get our supper ready. Right after I put your bib on you. 

Ooo! It’s so CUTE on you! Bye-bye, Honey! I'll be back in a little while.

Oh, you poor dear! Are you humiliated? Silly! I would never humiliate you: any more than I would ever hurt you. This is INTIMACY! No one can see you but little me: and no one will ever know. So you might just as well relax, and let yourself go: and know that you are all mine; you are absolutely in my hands, and I’m taking real good care 
of you. 

There, now! All done! I wipe you clean, and take off your bib, and take everything out with our trays. 

I'm back! And now, you’re going to get a haircut! I’m not going to let you look like you do, any longer. The Bible says long hair on a man is an abomination to God, just as it says short hair and men's clothing are, on a woman. 

Such a good boy! You don't resist me at all!

There! All done! You look so much nicer. You’re adorable! I snuggle with you some more . . . 

But then ... "Oh dear! It's bed-time!" But your dreamy eyes are half closed, in bliss...

Suddenly, with a last little kiss, and soft rustle of my dress, I've gone! Your eyes open as you hear the door close! Just in time to see everything go pitch dark, as I turn off the light switch outside the door!

You hear me open and close my purse, and the rattling and a snappie! I have padlocked the door!! And then you hear 
the faint rustle of my slip and nylons, with the tippie-tip-tip-tip of my little footies, fading away down the steps! 

I close and lock the door at the bottom of the steps, and turn off the stairway light: and now you see or hear 
absolutely nothing any more. I go out and close the bedroom door.

Down the hallway, down the stairs to the kitchen, close that door, and out to the dining room. 

I sit down for just a minute (not for long! I mustn’t risk dozing off, leaving my poor sweetie up there), smiling as I think about you. I had checked you just before I left. You poor thing! You were still very neatly tied: exactly the way I had tied you up this afternoon, after all your struggling. You hadn’t mussed up my work on you one itty bit! You wait helplessly for me to come back for you. But 
you haven’t the shred of an idea as to when I will! 

"Is it possible that she has left me here for the whole night? She would never do that to me. But, I don't know that, for sure! Who can know what a woman might do? 
Could I have upset her, somehow? Or maybe, since I didn't protest while she was locking me in, she was testing me, and deciding that I would enjoy being her prisoner for the whole night? And maybe, that DID upset her! . . She would want me to want to be with her, rather than just being tied up somewhere alone, away from her. Oh Janet, --- I DO! I miss you so much. . . Where are you? Please come back! 
Are you doing this to "teach me a good lesson?" --- But out of the darkness --- only silence. 

Of course not, you silly dear! I would never do that to you! I love you! 

If I ever do tie you up for the night, you will be nice and comfy in a bed, where the sandman will soon come! So you 
can go to work fresh in the morning, providing for your little bride! He certainly wouldn't come for you in that 
attic! And I will be right there, where I can watch over you. And maybe snuggle a bit. 

I finish the dishes, and shower, and get ready for bed, in my prettiest nightie.

And then . . . you hear the tinkle of my keys, outside your door! And I hear that little squeal of joy from inside the room, right where I had tied you! Tee-hee! 

I unlock the door, and open it, just an itty bit! “Honey? Are you all right in there?”

THIS time you are ready! "Please, Janet, don't leave me in here! I don't think I could bear it! Won't you please untie me now, and let me be with you?" 

“Ohh! (Weee!!)” 

I turn on the light, and as your eyes adjust, there is your beautiful angel, standing by your side, her big brown eyes smiling happily up at you. You see her bunnie slippers excitedly nodding their little heads "yes! yes!" 

Why, . . . certainly I will, you dear man! I will untie you RIGHT NOW! And let you out! 

But first: ---you must promise me that you will be very, very good.

You promise! You promise! 

A quick little tug on the last little bow I had tied on you, and your arms and body are released from the beam! I gently take the rope off you, and lay it over the beam, all ready for next time! Another tug, on the next bow, and the ends from your wrist knots are released so that now I can untie your wrists for you. Another jiffie, and I have you all free! All in less than a minute! 

You joyfully grab me and hug me so tightly and passionately, yet gently, that the shivers go all the way down to my little bunnie slippers. And that's why they were 
so eager for me to untie you! 

Nightie-nite, everyone!

Janet

Although men are all different, and a girl must learn about her man, specifically, I have never had any man express any distaste for the pleasures I have presented.

I believe if you come on your man with real feminine charm (I know that just isn't done, nowadays, but try it anyway)and appearance and ask him to let you try it on him, showing him something like my post (with any appropriate modifications you would know were necessary or good), you and he will discover something great, as I have.

I'm not "the greatest;" the sad fact is that I'm "the only."

There is not another genuine "love bondage" author that I have found in all my years of searching.

And above all, do away with the pornographic focus in your posts. They are the opposite of love; they are ugly distraction to the beauty that God created. That beauty, to those few of us that have experienced it, is SO FAR superior to the 90+% of the crap that dominates every group. Apart from those, your posts are excellent.

Although I'm sure you aren't one of them, don't be like the 90% or so jerks who don't even know how to do what they are writing about. 

In general, ANYTHING you are going to do, be sure first that you know how to do it RIGHT! If you tie him sloppy, or give him ANY impression that he might be able to escape, you have destroyed most of the pleasure for him right at the outset.

BEFORE you ask him, BE SURE THAT YOU KNOW how to tie him correctly, simply, quickly, economically, overwhelmingly, and inescapably. It's very simple as to how: learn it!

You only need two principles: 

1. Correct tightness, with cinching.

2. No untieable knot within his reach. 

Follow these, and he will be comfortable, yet quickly overwhelmed with his sense of, and actual, helplessness, and complete dependence on you.

I have posted a year ago on the details. Be glad to repeat if you want.

Although I'm sure you aren't one of them, don't be like the 90% or so jerks who don't even know how to do what they are writing about. 

In general, ANYTHING you are going to do, be sure first that you know how to do it RIGHT! If you tie him sloppy, or give him ANY impression that he might be able to escape, you have destroyed most of the pleasure for him right at the outset.

BEFORE you ask him, BE SURE THAT YOU KNOW how to tie him correctly, simply, quickly, economically, overwhelmingly, and inescapably. It's very simple as to how: learn it!

You only need two principles: 

1. Correct tightness, with cinching.

2. No untieable knot within his reach. 

Follow these, and he will be comfortable, yet quickly overwhelmed with his sense of, and actual, helplessness, and complete dependence on you.

I have posted a year ago on the details. Be glad to repeat if you want.

Sorry I've not got back to you.

25 in Nottingham.

If you want to chat, send me a mail.

hi pam , i luv your stories , can u email me because i cant get through to yours. 

Sam is my b/f. He called on me in the weekend , my parents were out and i let him come in , he clamped his hand over my mouth and stroked my crotch. I then kicked him in the shin. He knew i was joking around but i really hurt him.He was on the floor in pain.
"sam, shut up" i said
i then got some rope ,thongs, nylons, tape and all the equipment i needed."your getting kidnapped by me sam" i said. I sat him on the couch.I got my thong and told him to open wide , he did what he was told. i shoved my thong in his mouth and taped it shut. I then tied his hands behind his back with my stockings. I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. I then felt guilty , for tying him up. So i cheered him up. I lifted my skirt up to reveal my thong, his eyes lit up. Then i took off my top and put it over his face so he couldnt see. I then stripped him completly naked and played with his cock.After i let him go he said "your turn".
He grabbed me, i screamed but he shoved my thong in my mouth. He tied me up , gagged me with tape then stripped me to my panties he fondled my boobs untill they were hard and then reached inside my thong and masturbated me.

Freezing?????? "I’m in the dorm and all is quite a soft rain is falling outside. Most kids are gone already for spring brake." I would not have wanted a BJ from a girl with chattering teeth! More to the point....Yes it's true. Names changed ect. 

Sheila was an attractive blonde about 5'8, slender with nice breasts and a great butt.

We sat together in class. I was the slow learner. Sheila would always help me with tips. I told her, "You know, I could use some more help and tutoring. Do you make house calls?"

She rolled her eyes and replied "Yeah!"

I invited Sheila over that night to help. 

When Sheila arrived I directed her to my study area. As she pulled out her books she noticed some new books that I had ordered which had just arrived---bondage books! 

"What is this Brad? Is this why you invited me over?"

Embarassed and feeling stupid that I had forgot about the books, I did the best thing I knew how to do on short notice--LIE!
 

They are not mine, Sheila. They belong to my room mate. He is into that kinky-perverted stuff. Now can we get down to business and start studying as you promised?"

It seemed to work and class Sheila style had started. Sheila worked with me for about 2 hrs. At which point I excused myself to make a pit stop.

When I came back Sheila was engrossed in reading, not the college course material, but the bondage books.

"You ever think about trying this stuff." Sheila asked.

"Looks kinda corny and perverted." was my reply. 

Sheila seemed particularly interested in a book by a female DOM. She turned to a page with guy tied to a chair, bound and gagged.

"I would love to try this on you." Sheila said. "Wanna try it?"

I picked up the other bondage book and turned to a section that I had been secretly reading before Sheila arrived.

"Only if I get to try this on you and I get to go first." was my reply.

"I knew it! I knew these are your books. You LIE!"

Actually, I only ordered one bondage book. The 2nd one was sort of a special free deal. I prefer to be the DOM not the SUB.

"I'll tell you what. I tie you first. If and when you excape, you can tie me. Sound fair?"

Sheila nodded affirmately.

"Let's go to the bedroom Sheila."

"WOH-WOH-WOH. I didn't agree to any sex, at least not yet."

I replied, "It's not about sex. You keep your clothes on. I wanted to try this spread eagle on you and the only way is on a bed. I promise that I won't take advantage of you"

Reluctantly Sheila agreed and we both went to the bedroom. My heart was racing and pumping. Sheila had a tight pair of jeans on a equally tight collge tee-shirt. Everything showed.

I got Sheila to lay down on the bed. I didn't have any rope, but I did have some old ties. I got out 4 ties and began tieing 2 to the headboard and the other 2 to the footboard. I formed a loop and inserted first SHEILA's right wrist and then her left wrist quickly tightening it securely. I then did the same thing with her right foot and her left foot.

Sheila reminded me that she would get to tie me as soon as she got loose.

"If you get loose, that is." I said with a grin.

"This is pretty tight." said the helpless Sheila.

"I know, It's supposed to be tight. Just for the record I have no intention of letting you tie me up."

"You sooon of b. You lied to me." Sheila was angry.

'Yeah. And I did order those books and I did want to do this to you."

"Didn't you say you keep panty hose in your purse."

"Stay out of my purse. You S-O-B."

"Okay, I found it." 

"I said stay out of mymmmmpppphhh" I stuffed the panty hose in Sheila's mouth and then got another tie and wrapped it around her head.

"Gotcha." I was excited.

"I did say that I won't take advantage of you and I meant that. This is all in fun. AND IF you can get loose, you will get to tie me up and do as you will." I said cockily figuring there was no way Sheila would excape her bonds.

I told Sheila that I was going into the kitchen to get a drink but would be right back.

"Have fun and ....don't go anywhere. PHHHFHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

If looks could kill, I would have been a goner. Sheila's eyes were like daggers.

I went to the kitchen and came back to check on my prey with one of the bondage books, the one on male DOM's and starting reading it and bragging about what I would do to Sheila next.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmp! Sheila mumbled through her gag.

Tanslation: Next?

"Yeah. Oh did I forget to tell you that if you don't get loose, I get to tie you again only another way.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnooooooooooo!

Translation: Oh no.

"Oh yes."

Then I couldn't believe my eyes. Sheila started to yank on the ties attached to the headboard and apparently one of the posts on the headboard was slightly loose. Sheila noticed too. She smiled at me with her eyes and mmmmppped with I thought was "Wait!"

Sheila got one of her hands loose and then looked at me with a sign of triump. She pulled her gag off and said;

"Just wait. You time is coming!"

I started to move toward her in an attempt to stop her which I could have done easily. Sheila reminded me of my promise to her that if she could get loose....

I froze and just waited. Nodding my head that she had won at least the first round and that I had to keep my promise.

I told her that I wanted to hang out with the guys untill the game was over but we could do something later. Wasn't good enough.

She kept yiping and carrying on.

One of my buddies, Barry came over smiled and reminded me of what we all agreed to do if Tammy acted this way again. We did to his babe Valerie the week before. I nodded okay.

Barry grabbed Tammy's hands and held them behind her back while I grabbed some rope and duct tape. 

Tammy protested as Ted started to tie her hands behind her with help from BARRY and I slipped a piece of duct tape over Tammy's mouth.

Then I started tapping Tammy's feet together. I looked up and saw that the guys had Tammy's upper body well restrained and totally immobile.

We carried her to the bedroom, lifted the sheets and then securely tucked Tammy in so she wouldn't accidently roll out and hurt herself.

"Thank God" we all said in unison. Now back to the game.

What happened when Tammy got loose?

Maybe I'll tell you next time!

I told her that I wanted to hang out with the guys untill the game was over but we could do something later. Wasn't good enough.

She kept yiping and carrying on.

One of my buddies, Barry came over smiled and reminded me of what we all agreed to do if Tammy acted this way again. We did to his babe Valerie the week before. I nodded okay.

Barry grabbed Tammy's hands and held them behind her back while I grabbed some rope and duct tape. 

Tammy protested as Ted started to tie her hands behind her with help from BARRY and I slipped a piece of duct tape over Tammy's mouth.

Then I started tapping Tammy's feet together. I looked up and saw that the guys had Tammy's upper body well restrained and totally immobile.

We carried her to the bedroom, lifted the sheets and then securely tucked Tammy in so she wouldn't accidently roll out and hurt herself.

"Thank God" we all said in unison. Now back to the game.

What happened when Tammy got loose?

Maybe I'll tell you next time!

Interesting! Do you ever come down south and can you offer us a sample scenario?
 

I used to do something similiar except I put her in the closet. Used lot's of rope. She really liked it. Her name was Pat.

When women get out of line it's important to let them know that we can put a muzzle on them.
 

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As a 30 year old guy, one would think that all of my college stories would be history, memories long lost and all but forgotten, however, in the classic God Bless America come back style, I have found the new frontier…State College “night school”. Turns out that at the local (nationally known) state college, a great number of students attend night classes along with us working stiffs trying to get a different or advanced degree. I have been attending these classes for over a year and finally it paid off in a story worthy of this forum.

As I stated, I work a professional job during the weekdays, Twice a week, I have been attending the local “state school” which is a nationally recognized college with a very large student population taking classes in the normal day to day fusion, however some (actually a great deal) take some of the night classes to free up their days for free time, student activities or work.

The class I am currently in is a literature class, emphasizing on more up-to date novels and writers, rather than the classics. The ratio of men to women is somewhere around three females to every one male. By coincidence, three of the young (19-21) year old girls in the class also work at the airport for a major airline as Customer Service representatives. A good friend of mine also works for the same airline out of the airport and through this I became study mates with a group of 5 to 7 students on Friday nights.

As some time went by, I managed to get the three girls (Mandy, Kate and Ally) to come to a BarBQ, party at my friends house. While at this party we spent some time in the hot tub asking all sorts of “I Never” questions about sex, games and any other topic that you find titillating while inebriated in a hot tub with 6 girls and 4 guys. During this, I found that the girls all appeared to be Bi-Curious (they admitted so) and also sexually aggressive.

I managed to out during the other guys and ended up in the hot tub with Kate, Mandy and Ally and during the early hours I managed to get in a question about being tied up. All three girls said that they had been tied up in one form or another during sex, but that it had just been a simple hands tied to the head board game, and that while they didn’t mind it, thought it was just a “fling” that their current boyfriend or whom ever had done, spur of the moment as fun. I

When they asked me, I (surprisingly) candidly said I had tied up several girlfriends in the past then, when asked, described a few instances where I had tied, blindfolded and gagged girlfriends in both sexual and “pre sexual” conditions. All three girls giggles a lot and implied that they would like to experience that sensation with a boyfriend some time.

Unfortunately for me, that evening, I decided not to act on my instincts, I ended up kissing Kate for a wile, then pulled the gentleman’s act and took a lazy boy chair as a bed, letting the girls have a futon and a couch. It was not until the next morning that my friend revealed a conversation that he had with both Kate and Ally that they had (individually) expressed a desire to “play games” with me that night.

As soon as I heard that information, plans went into effect to have another BarBQ, this time at my house. For the next month I flirted with all three girls and fantasized about who I would end up with the evening of my party. 

Determined to take advantage of any opportunity, I decide to get ready in advance for the party and have some bondage material available if the same set of circumstances arose. I shopped for “casual” bondage gear that would not look too out of place if I suddenly needed it. 

At Home Depot, I purchased several different styles of rope, my favorite was a Climbing style rope, cotton and slightly springy with a reddish color over white. I also bought the standard clothes line, duct tape, a blue “gaffers” style tape (almost the same as duct) and a bag of cable ties, black in color.

I found a number of silk scarves on sale at K-mart and purchased a number of different colors. At wall-mart I bought several Bandannas , a three pac of racquet balls and a pack of white men’s handkerchiefs. If all else failed, I would have plenty of gifts for mothers and fathers day. I placed the Hankies, bandannas and a few select ties in the closet of my master bedroom, cut the cotton and rappelling rope in to a few various lengths and placed them and the cable ties under the sink in the master bathroom..

My bed is a for-poster metal frame king sized bed, I have light brown shag carpeting, and a desk for a computer and my bills. I also moved a straight backed kitchen chair with padded seat and wooden construction into the room just in case I should need it.

a boy scout to the end, I would be prepared for any eventuality.

The night of the BarBQ arrived and all three girls drove together, showing up at just a hair after 6pm. Mixed drinks and the keg were all flowing well and I fluttered back and forth between guests. The girls sat in the pool and hot tub for a while and I flirted with all three as the night progressed. 

Now, with out exaggeration, two of the girls could be described as “hot” (Kate and Allison) and Mandy, the older of the three was nothing to scoff at either. 

Kate has short, dark hair, stands about 5’7” thin with breasts that are under average size for her frame (likely a 32b size) she has hazel eyes, light complexion and full lips. She arrived wearing a white oxford style silk shirt, kaki shorts (tight) and a strapless blue bikini for the pool.

Ally Is just a bit shorter, slightly larger breasts ((probably a “c” cup) with strait blond hair, 
She was just this side of sandy blond, that fell below her shoulders. She wore a white T-Shirt, blue jeans and had a single piece black “body glove”bathing suit with a zipper up the middle. Ally had a nice even tan and the most even, white teeth I had ever seen

Mandy is 5’8” with a bit more weight, but not to the point of having fat, and the breasts to go with them (the girls all said they were jelous of her “d” tits) Her hair is died blond, feathery and just longer than her shoulders. Mandy came to the party in a light blue halter top and beige riding style pants. She had a spagettii stringed, blue and white poka-dot bikini for the pool. Mandy, a bit of a rich girl, had a saunas tan, high cheekbones and a toung ring.

As the party wound on, I found that Kate was flirting back with me the most, and I took the first chance I could to kiss her in a secluded hallway to make sure that I was not imagining things. We fade out, fondled and joked around for a bit then returned to the party. When I got back in the hot tub with her, I was holding hands ‘ but ally began to run her foot up and down my leg. I looked over to Kate, who noticed, but did not seem to mind. I flirted with Ally and Mandy, but continued to hold on to Kate, who appeared to be the sure thing.

Finally, after most of the guests had left and the three girls as well as two other guys and a girl were all out at the pool, Kate whispered in my ear…”want to go inside?”…

Kate was wearing her Bikini and her hair was just a hint wet from the hot tub. We walked inside toward my bedroom holding hands and kissing. As we passed the kitchen, I grabbed a glass of ice and added a hint of water, sipping on it .

Once in my bedroom With the door closed, we began some serious kissing and petting. Kate started to take her Bikini top off when I grabbed her wrists softly..”not yet” I whispered…Kate smiled and asked what I wanted. I turned her toward the bathroom mirror, on the far wall of the bedroom and kissed her neck from behind Slowly I inched closer to the closet to the right of the vanity and reached for a tie that was hanging from the door knob. 

I slowly pulled Kate’s wrists behind her, she willingly complied and I tied her wrists with a simple set of loops and a knot, I turned her around and she was smiling and said “well now you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I smiled back and told her I was going to play with her for a wile and make her as hot as I could. Kate leaned in and kissed me on the lips..”Im all yours tiger, do what you will”

I pulled Kate toward the closet, where I could reach all the shelves and faced her toward the wall, as one hand groped her from behind, the other searched and found a light blue solid silk scarf. It was conveniently folded already and I held it in front of her head pulling it over her eyes. I double knotted it over her fine brunette hair pulling it as tight as I could with out causing pain “ohhhhhh” shuddered Kate as her hands reached back from where they were bound. I continued to kiss her and turned her to face me. I picked her up and sat her on the counter of the vanity . I took a Ice cube from the glass I had brought into the room and slowly ran it up her thigh and over her breasts (still clothed in a bathing suit) and then up to her lips. 

At this point, each move I made was designed to produce a counter movement, focusing attention to that part of the body so that I could restrain it. As I took the Ice away from her lips, she reached out with her tongue, and tried to find it. I ran it over her body again and she let out a slight yipe. “you need to be quiet Kate” I said in a playful tone…”make me” Kate said . I had already anticipated this answer and took a folded bandanna and tied a knot in the middle. Holding the bandanna on either side of the knot I brought it up to her lips. Kate felt it and smiled, opening her teeth and allowing me to push the knot between them. I tied the bandanna off behind her head, again with a double knot and pulled out her hair from under it. I kissed her on the lips over the gag “Unnnnnggghhhhh” Kate Said, testing her gag.

“I think you need a seat” I told her and gently pulled her off the counter. I walked her over to the strait backed chair on the far side of the room and sat her in it, pulling her hands over and behind the back of the chair. Kate sat with out protest and even continued to reach out for me with her tied hands. “I guess you need to be held a bit more securely” I said to her. “Unnngghhhh?” Kate replied trying to see from under her blindfold. 

I walked over to the bathroom and took out some of the rappelling line from under the sink. I tied her legs to the legs of the chair and then wound the rope above and below her chest securing it to the back. I stood back and admired Kate, as she tested the strength of the bonds and teetered the chair making soft groaning noises into the cloth gag. 

Wanting to check on the remainder of the guests I said “Ill be right back” which was met with some quick and slightly panicked “Unnnnggghhhhs” followed by a sincere attempt to free herself from the chair. “calm down honey, I’m just going to check on the guests, Ill close the door, no one will come in and Ill be right back” but for the meantime….I looked around the room for something to distract Kate while I left, I looked at my bathroom sink and saw my Oral-B battery operated toothbrush. Taking the toothbrush I turned it on and could feel the vibration in my palm. I lifted her bikini bottoms away from her a bit and slid the tooth brush inside. Kate began a soft purr as the brush began to shake inside her panties.

I took another moment to admire her. Here a gorgeous 20 year old was bound, gagged, blindfolded and wearing a bikini, writhing to a motorized toothbrush massaging her in my room. I almost decided to record her on the web cam attached to the Compaq computer In my room. But the better half of my conscious took over and I decided 

Stepping out of the room, I closed the door behind me I decided to run out to the pool, tell the remainder of the guests to let them selves out or help themselves to a bed when the were ready and then run back to my willing captive.

********************************Ally enters the picture***********

As I ran out to the pool, I found Ally was sitting on a swinging chair next to the gate to the pool. She had changed into her T-Shirt and Jeans and was sipping a mixed drink. She asked me to come over and I stood in front of her, torn between flirting with her and returning to Kate as quick as possible.

“What did you do to my friend” Ally asked. Whatever do you mean I said (a bit sheepishly) “did Kate go to sleep already” she said placing her hands on my waist. “ummm….not exactly” I replied. “then where is she”Ally followed.

“she’s waiting inside”:thinking this would be a clear hint and I would be allowed to return, instead alley leaped up and ran inside to the kitchen area. I ran to catch up with her “wait” I almost yelled out, and caught up with her just inside the door of the house. “where is she” Ally asked, sweetly with a I know it tone.

I smiled and stepped back..”shes in my room” I said. I looked at Ally who’s tight white t-shirt allowed for the outline of her nipples to be barely visible…”and im trying to return to her”

Well just asked her to come out for a minute..\Ally continued” so I can ask her something..” she said with a gleam in her eyes.

“uh..I cant……shes..indisposed” I stammered, getting a bit red. “Indisposed?” Ally asked. “Uh, Yaeh….shes a bit…tied up right now” I finally said, knowing the cat was out of the bag.

Your kidding….,let me see” Ally started for my room. I grabbed her by the wrists…”Come on, leave her alone, be nice” Ally stopped and turned to me “I wont bother her…as a matter of fact, I just want to see what you’ve done to her.. so I can make up my mind about something” “I don’t know.” I said. 

“come on…you wont regret it, pleeaaassse” ally was now begging and grabbing my waist playfully. By this time I had been backed up to my doorway, Ally reached through my arms and turned the knob, opening the door, she peered around me and gasped quietly…”oh my god….” She tiptoed toward Kate and stepped around her. Kate had stopped moaning into her gag when the door opened and tried to listen over the steady humm of the tooth brush. 

Smiling, Ally turned toward me and tsked, tsked her fingers silently…tiptoeing toward me she whispered “you are a knotty boy” and turned toward the door. But instead of closing it behind her as she left, she closed the door and locked it, staying inside.

She then walked over to the glass of Ice, now on my computer desk and took out a cube she walked over to me and kissed me on the lips, then placed the ice cube in her mouth and walked over to Kate. Kneeling in front of Kate, Allison kissed her on her breast through her bikini top with the ice cube. Then over her stomach slowly working toward the bikini bottom. She slowly removed the toothbrush and then worked her way around the back of Kate. Allison whispered in Kate’s ear, causing Kate to Struggle hard at first but then calming down and giggling behind the gag.

I walked up behind Ally and put my hand on her shoulder, “OK be nice now, its playtime for me and Kate..”

Ally turned and smiling, said “let me watch….You can tie me up and I wont even be able to bother you”…. “I don’t know” I said glancing at Kate, who was obviously listening…”ugghh, ugghh,”, kate muffled… nodding her head up and down

“ok if she stays?” I asked incredibly….. “Unnngghh…Unnnnggghhhhhhhh I walked over and pulled the gag from kates mouth.

“she may as well now, if she doesn’t stay, well be getting interrupted all night by her AND Mandy. I shrugged “OK” I said

:”goody” Ally said and jumped on the bed sitting Indian style and looking at Kate. “well tie her up” said Kate. 

I grabbed Kate’s gag, untied it from her head and then r-inserted it into her mouth. Re tying it tightly I walked over to the sink and reached underneath of the bag of cotton clothes line. 

I walked back to Ally, and she stood up and held her hands out in front with out even a word. She had a smile on her face and a bit of her tongue stuck out between her teeth. I wrapped some rope around one wrist and then turned her around. Looking over her shoulder, alley allowed me to tie both wrists in a cross like manner with several loops and ties. I then took another leanth and tied her elbows closer together making her breasts protrude even more than they had before… “ohhhhh” said Ally, “you really want to make sure I don’t go anywhere huh?”

Holding her by the arm I walked her toward the closet and selected a mans hankerchief and a long white scarf. “oh oh, I can guess whats next” Ally said held the hanky to her mouth and she opened with out further protest. Stuffing the handkerchief into her mouth I pulled the white scarf through her teeth, and around to the back of her neck. I tied on knot and then looped it around over her lips and back to the back making a OTM gag. Tieing it tightly I asked her if she could talk… 

“Mppphhh…mppphhhhhhhhh” Ally replied. I then walked her to the bed and had her lie face down on the mattress. I unbuttoned and pulled her jeans off, revealing a set of black panties. Alley looked back over her shoulder and gave a smile and a murmer letting me know it was alright to continue.

---------------TO BE CONTINUED
 

Rammer Dude

ok i am in tenth grade now but when i was in 9th grade i had my first bondage experiance. Well i used to be and still am into bondage. One day my dad left our house in a hurry. I guessed he was mad. When i walked passed my parents room i heard a muffled noise. I knocked on the door and no one answered, but the noise got a little louder. So i opened the door and walked in. There i found my mom tied to a chair in just black dress socks, aqua panties with pink roses on them, and duct tape over her mouth. i ran over to her and took the tape of her mouth and she had a pair of baby blue lacy oanties shoved in her mouth. I pulled them out and asked her what happened. She said that my dad was tying her up for for fun and they got into a fight and he gagged her and left. She told me to untie her but i didnt think i wanted to just yet. Since i was into bondage wanted to have a little fun. So i shoved the panties in her mouth and picked up the roll of duct tape my dad used to gag her with and put some over her mouth. i untied her from the chair and told her to stand up. Her hands were already tied behind her back and her ankles were tied and so were her tighs. i stared her up in the front and then i went behind her to look at her ass in her panties. i told her to bend over the bed she did as she was told.(as if she had a choice). I was a little nervouse at first about spanking my mom. so i started out just patting her butt. then i got a bit more into it and started to spank her hard. When i was don i rolled her up onto the bed there i made her lay in her stomach i then hogtied her and went out of the room. I went into my room and got my camera. I started to take some pictures of her so i could use them as black male, So i could tie her up when i wanted to. My mom started to squirm and try to get free her ropes were comming loose so i ran out to the gargae to get some more rope. when i got back she was free and was taking off her gag. i wasnt sure what to do so i ran up to her and tried to tackle her i eventually got her on the ground i sat on her back and pulled her hands behind her back i tied them together as tight as i could. i then tied her legs together as tight as i could. she was yelling for help i couldnt find the panties to shove in her mouth so i opened up her dresser and found a navy blue sock i stuffed it in her mouth quick and put the tape over her mouth. i got in her dresser again and looked at all the pairs of panties she had i took out a pair of panties that had suns and moons on them i made her get on her knees. I put the panties in front of her and told her to sniff them she did but i though she could do it better so i rubbed them on her face then i sat her back into the chari and tied her to it i cleaned evrything up and i left her there like that for when my dad comes home. I still have thoses pictures and i still do tie my mom up every once in a while.