A pang of excitement bubbled up in Natalie’s stomach when she pulled out the little wooden box beneath her bed. Opening it revealed some silky coils of white rope, a few ball gags, some handcuffs and leg irons, and a hefty roll of duct tape. Natalie had been aching to try out self bondage and, finally, she was going to tie herself up.

At first she just touched the soft, silky rope, running it through her fingers and imagining what it would feel like on her body. She let her handcuffs dangle off one finger, feeling the weight of them and the leg irons in her opposite hand. Then she inspected one of her ball gags, a red rubber gag with a thick black strap, and tried to picture what it would look like in her mouth. She immediately loved the images it conjured up in her mind’s eye.

Natalie checked herself over in the full length mirror just across from her bed. She considered herself of average build, though her bust size seemed to be something she was at least somewhat proud of, a little bigger than average. Her hips were a bit wide as well but, generally, she thought of herself as relatively average.

Outside observers would likely consider her cute with her long blonde hair, streaked with pretty red highlights and the genuine shine to her bright green eyes. Of course, that was only helped by the outfit she wore which was one of her favourites. A white tube top showing off her bare shoulders and midriff went along with the very short, tight blue miniskirt she wore and the black pantyhose that covered her legs.

Her attention was drawn back to the red ball gag in her hands. The urge to strap it into her mouth overwhelmed her and she shoved the rubber ball into her mouth, pulling it on as tight as she could before buckling the strap. Natalie looked herself over in the mirror again and saw the ball gag there, neatly tucked into her mouth, and felt a pang of excitement. Now it was time to get herself tied up.

Starting simple, Natalie laid a set of handcuff keys on her pillow and locked the leg irons onto her ankles. Rolling onto her stomach she then crossed the chain of the handcuffs over the longer chain of the leg irons and pulled them up tight so her feet were now in the air. Slowly locking one wrist behind her back, Natalie hesitated for a moment, checking the pillow for the keys with her trapped hand. It wasn’t too hard to reach them so that gave her the go ahead to lock her other wrist into the handcuffs, pulling the shackle tight and testing the strength of the hard steel.

No way was she going to break out of these without the key. But the thought was exciting as she struggled, unable to contain her excitement and pleasure. She giggled and moaned into the ball gag, her saliva beginning to coat the red rubber ball.

She pretended to fight the chains, thrashing about on her bed and mumbling into her gag. Natalie didn’t realize that she was making a lot of noise and someone could hear her.

The door opened slowly at first as the woman stepped inside the bedroom, wondering what she might find.

She was quite tall and wore a very short, bright blue dress. The skirt barely covered her bright red panties and the dress was strapless, showing off her bare shoulders and well toned arms. Black, fishnet stockings covered her legs all the way up to her upper thighs, held in place by a mostly visible black garter belt. Red heeled sandals and a pair of white, fingerless gloves completed the woman’s alluring outfit and she fully stepped into Natalie’s bedroom, brushing aside some of her shoulder length, light brown hair. Her intense hazel eyes immediately went to the bed and a wry smirk curled her lips.

“Oh my. What have I found in here?” she asked.

Natalie jumped at the sound of the voice and her eyes went wide as she realized she had been caught... but she relaxed a bit at the sight of Alicia, her girlfriend and, well... Mistress.

“Just couldn’t wait for me, could you? And those don’t look like my restraints...” Alicia strode across the room, looking Natalie up and down. She placed her finger around the chain of the leg irons and pulled on them once.

“Did you... buy these yourself?”

“Mmm hmm,” Natalie said, nodding.

Alicia looked over the wooden box on top of Natalie’s bed and checked it over, looking at the various rope, duct tape, and ball gags she had accumulated.

“Impressive little collection. Nothing compared to mine, of course but that’s hardly fair of me, is it?”

Natalie couldn’t keep her eyes off the gorgeous woman in front of her, marvelling at Alicia West, known among many as The Binder. It had become her exciting ‘hobby’ to go around town and tie up women, play around with them for a few hours, and then leave them unharmed but still bound and gagged. In her downtime she enjoyed tying her up her cute girlfriend Natalie and sometimes even tying herself up and joining her in bondage. But she had never known Natalie to tie herself up before. This was certainly new.

“I knew you liked being tied up but I didn’t know you liked it this much,” Alicia said.

“Mmmpphh...” Natalie said, wriggling in her cuffs and rattling the chains.

“Well I may as well help you out, my dear,” Alicia said. “How about we make this a little... tighter?”

“Mmmpphh!” Natalie squealed, pretending to try and struggle away from Alicia. But she couldn’t hide her excitement and the smile behind the ball gag.

“What’s that? Yes? Very well then, my dear little pet. Tighter it is.”

...

Squirming around in her tight hogtie, Natalie could barely even move. And she was loving it.

Alicia had taken all of her rope, and the roll of sturdy duct tape, and put them to good use. Although her ankles were still shackled together with the leg irons, Alicia had tied them together with a length of the silky, white rope. She had done the same to Natalie’s calves, tying and cinching them together. More coils of rope wound around Natalie’s legs above and below the knees to completely immobilize them.

Still handcuffed, now a length of rope tied her forearms together as well as her elbows with one coil of rope around both of her biceps. A chest harness framed her breasts and further pinned her arms, holding them tight to her sides. Her wrists and ankles were still attached together by the chain of the leg irons and handcuffs but Alicia had tightened even that with a length of rope so that Natalie could touch her feet if she just stretched out her fingers.

One more length of rope hugged her very tightly, wrapping around her waist, threaded through her handcuff chain, and then pulled up between her legs in a very... stimulating sensation. And with every struggle, she pulled on it and made it tease her in the very... sensitive area.

Every time she moved, Natalie would moan and squeal at the pleasure her tight bondage gave her. Of course, the heavy wrapping of duct tape around her mouth rendered the sounds near silent. The tight duct tape even pressed the ball gag further into her mouth making any of her speech incomprehensible.

“Having fun?” Alicia asked, seated next to her submissive girlfriend on her bed.

“Mmmpphh..” Natalie mumbled, pulling hard with her cuffed wrists so the crotchrope felt tighter.

“Sounds like it,” Alicia said. “But now I don’t know what else is to be done with you. Such a naughty slave, tying yourself up with permission from your Mistress.”

“Mmmph!” Natalie said, struggling harder and feeling herself get more excited.

Alicia walked to Natalie’s dresser across the room and pulled something out of the top drawer. She slapped her hand with it and felt the light sting of the small riding crop as she turned around to face Natalie.

“I think someone needs to be punished,” Alicia said, approaching the bed.

“Mmmph! Mmm mmmph!” Natalie said, struggling as hard as she could. Of course, she was only playing. She wanted to feel the sting of the crop on her body. Alicia was never too rough with the whipping, of course, but she knew Natalie liked at least a little bit of pain. She couldn’t help but smirk at Natalie’s pretend ‘distress’ and pleading into her gag.

“Nmmm!” Natalie squealed, giving Alicia her best puppy dog eyes. “Plmmphh...”

“Please what?” Alicia said, slapping the riding crop against her palm again.

“Plmmph, Mmphtrmmph!”

“Very well, if you insist,” Alicia said, slapping Natalie once in the rear end with the riding crop. Natalie squealed and struggled against her unyielding bonds, trying to whimper but unable to stop the moan of pleasure that escaped her gagged lips.

“Again?”

“Nmmm!” Natalie said, thrashing about, kicking and bucking in her tight hogtie. The pleasure now was overwhelming and she would have begged to be whipped... but she knew Alicia would do the opposite. That was how Alicia would ‘control’ Natalie during their sessions. If Natalie wanted Alicia to do something, she had to act like she didn’t want it. And if she didn’t want Alicia to do something, she needed to pretend that she did. Of course, sometimes Natalie’s bliss would make her forget this and Alicia would playfully torment her slave.

“Two more then!” Alicia said, slapping Alicia’s rear end and upper thighs twice, hitting her harder than the first time.

“Now what? Do you want me to whip you more, slave?” Alicia asked, bending down and looking Natalie in the eye. Her sultry glance elicited another moan from Natalie as their eyes locked. Alicia’s sweet smile, her beautiful eyes, the wonderful smell of her perfume... Natalie couldn’t control herself! She wanted Alicia’s touch so badly.

“Ymmmph!” she said, sitting perfectly still.

“Really, slave? If you insist, then...” Alicia stood up and walked to the opposite end of the room again, putting the riding crop down. Natalie struggled and pleaded, now desperate for her touch, the sting of the crop, anything.

“MMMMPPHH!!” she squealed, her struggling only pulling harder on the crotchrope and making her even more excited.

“I don’t understand what ‘mmmph’ means, slave,” Alicia said, reaching into the drawer for something else. When she turned around again, a bright red feather was now in Alicia’s hand.

“What do you think? Is this more of what you want?”

Natalie liked some of the tickling Alicia would do with that feather. On her feet, her legs, or on her sides. But Alicia loved to poke and prod the feather at Natalie’s ears and nose and even make her squint by gently rubbing it past her eyes. Natalie hated the bizarre, gentle itches to her face that the feather caused and it would make her struggle. Of course, she also loved struggling so, in a way, she loved the weird little itches as well.

As if reading her mind, Alicia sat down on the bed and leaned toward Natalie, inching the feather closer and closer to her face.

“MMMPPHH!!” Natalie squealed, shaking her head and struggling in her bonds.

“Oh, you want me to keep going, pet? Okay!”

“NMMMM!!”

The feather tickled Natalie’s ear and she struggled even harder, desperate to keep the feather away. She rolled onto her side to get away from it but now Alicia was sitting on top of her, preventing her from moving.

“Naughty slave, trying to get away from Mistress,” Alicia said. “Seems you still have things to learn!”

“MMMPPHH!!” Natalie screamed, still fighting her restraints but unable to escape and now further hindered by Alicia’s body pressed down against hers. Of course, this just excited her even more and she pulled up with her wrists, letting the crotchrope tense up yet again.

The feather gently tickled her ear and Natalie shook her head, trying to keep it away, but there was nothing she could do now. It flicked against her ear, making her thrash and struggle, the tiny itching sensation practically driving her mad. But she continued to protest, which just made Alicia tickle her more, moving to her nose, gently tickling her nostrils, and causing Natalie to squint when the light feather brushed past her eyes.

All it took was a smile and flashing Natalie one look from her sultry eyes and she had her slave all mixed up. Now Alicia was fully in control and, really, that was the way Natalie liked it.

This teasing went on for what felt like hours before Alicia finally climbed off of Natalie and stopped, standing up from the bed and crossing the room again. Natalie managed to roll onto her stomach again, drenched in sweat, still excited from all of the struggling, but now completely exhausted.

Alicia came back, empty handed this time, and gently stroked Natalie’s face. “Awww, my poor slave is all tuckered out,” she said, noticing the heavy breaths Natalie took in and out of her nose.

“Mmmpphh..” Natalie sighed.

“I’ll let you rest awhile,” Alicia said, suddenly revealing that she was not empty handed. She pulled a silky, black scarf around Natalie’s eyes and tied it on tight behind her head. Now robbed of her sight, Natalie had no idea what Alicia was going to do now.

“I’ll be back, pet,” Alicia said. “But first, you rest. You’ll need your energy for what is to come. And remember, you wanted to be tied up. Without my permission. You’re going to learn what that’s like, correct?”

“Mmmpphh...” Natalie said.

“Answer me, slave,” Alicia said, firmly.

“Ymmph, Mmphtrmmph...” she said, between breaths.

“Very good. Such an obedient slave. Well, mostly. Rest now. I will be back. And I will not tell you when.”

Excited at those words, Natalie could not tell if Alicia had left the room or not. Squirming around, reacting to every little sound and jumping even at her own movements, Natalie was now tense and on edge. The feeling only excited her more. Though she tried to do as her Mistress said and tried to rest, she couldn’t relax. All manner of things danced through her mind about what Alicia would do to her and each one was more exciting than the last.

Perhaps this was what Alicia intended? Of course it was. She didn’t want Natalie rested. She wanted her tense, excited, yet unprepared for what was to come. However long it took, Natalie couldn’t wait for her Mistress to return. She knew then she was in for a long and exciting night. What a good idea it was to tie herself up. She would have to do this more often.