Synopsis: a bondage lover confess her fetish to her best friend, pushed by the effect of alcohol and party. How will she react? Will she be reluctant to be part of that world or, on the contrary, will be more than willing to help her friend?

I woke up slowly, still feeling groggy. I soon realized I was in some unknown place. I felt my feet and hands bound together behind my back in a hogtie position. And, of course, I had been gagged too.

Claiming I had asked for this wouldn't be true, but it wouldn't be completely inaccurate either.

But, to explain how I ended up in such a predicament, I have to go back a couple of weeks.

It all began two weeks ago. But first of all, I think I should introduce myself properly. My name is Amanda, and I'm thirty years old. I'm a tall brunette with blue eyes and, according to the huge amount of handsome men trying to flirt with me for the last ten years, I dare to say I'm pretty hot.

But those men are unaware of two funny things about me. The first one, I'm a lesbian, so I'm not interested in them at all. The second one is that I'm deeply into bondage. No one has known about this, I've never told anyone since I'm scared of people thinking I'm kind of a freak or something. Or should I say, I HAD never told anyone until that Saturday night.

It was just me and my bff, Jenna. We were partying at one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, those where you can only access to if you have a lot of money or nice curves. As for Jenna and I, we fortunately have both of them.

Jenna is a beauty too. Blonde, a little shorter than me with bright green eyes. And, even though she's also lesbian, we've never tried anything, afraid that would spoil our friendship.

So we were partying at this club, both of us drunk as fuck when, all of a sudden, I came up with the crazy idea of confessing my kinkiness.

"I love you, Jenna! As a friend I mean!"

"I love you too!" she replied, her words dancing in the air.

"And I feel so comfortable with you I feel I could tell you anything!"

"Of course you can, silleh!"

And so I did, I told her everything. I gave up the goods and spoke about how I've been practicing self-bondage for a while, although I've never achieved the desired feeling of helplessness. I told her about my fantasy of being kidnapped, bound in some random warehouse. I told her everything, and what was her response? She rushed to the toilet to throw up.

After she came back, she didn't say anything about what I had told her. We partied for a while longer and got home pretty drunk.

For the next days, neither of us mentioned this episode. Our relationship didn't flinch either, which made me think that maybe she had forgotten about my attack of honesty.

That is until last Saturday, that happened to be the day before the events that are taking place right now. We agreed to meet at her place and get ready for another party night.

"Hi, honey" said Jenna as I entered the house.

She wasn't dressed for party. She was wearing a pair of very tight leggings and a t-shirt. She was also carrying a duffel bag at her right hand.

"Hi dear, do you have your clothes in there?" I asked pointing the bag.

"Well, not really.  But come in!"

"Sure!"

“Do we have a gyn or something?” I asked her.

“Oh, not yet” Jenna replied as she sat on the couch.

Then, she opened the duffel bag and put its content over the couch. Several coils of rope landed on the couch, apart from some rolls of tape and scarves of all kind.

"So..." I stammered. "You remember".

"I do" she smiled back at me.

"And you bring all this here for..."

"To help you enhance your fantasy".

So, Jenna wanted to tie me up. I'm not gonna lie, I was expecting something like that. I was actually wishing something like that to happen. Being tied up by someone else was like the ultimate fantasy for me.

"O.... kay. But what do you know about... 'this'?"

"Well, two weeks ago I knew nothing about... 'this'" she gestured. "But after what you told me I began digging into it, looking into this 'bondage' stuff. I kind of get the sensation you seek to achieve with it, and I'm willing to help you with it".

"Wow... that is... very nice of you" I felt my cheeks blushing.

"Oh, don't be silly! What are friends for if not for digging into each others' kinks?"

We both laughed. I felt warm and comfortable with Jenna, even talking about this... unconventional topic.

"Okay, so how do we start?"

"Why don't you grab a chair?"

I obeyed her and grabbed one of the chairs from the living room, a wooden one with arms. I sat on it but Jenna had other things in mind.

"Don't you think you're a little overdressed for this?" she winked.

I blushed even more.

"You want me to be... naked?"

"Well, at least to your underwear. As far as I'm concerned, that way, the ropes will dig deeper into your skin".

"Oh, I see you've looked into it".

"If things must be done, they must be done right, right?"

"Sure!"

I had to admit the whole thing was very arousing. I began to feel horny at the bare thought of seeing myself grabbed to that chair.

Besides, having never been tied up by someone else, Jenna being the first one made me feel secured, safe. So I complied.

I took off the brand new tube skirt I had decided to wear for the party. Some better occasion would come to wear it. I did the same with the sleeveless white shirt, until it was just my panties and bra left. Of course, heels had to follow, so I soon got barefeet.

"Now you can sit hehe".

I complied. My body shaking in anticipation and thrill. This promised to be funny and exciting.

"Will you put your hands behind your back?"

"Isn't it better to start with my ankles? That way, I can teach you how to tie someone up properly. You know, since I have a little experience tying myself and stuff..."

"Don't worry, as I've told you, I've done my research, hihi" she replied as she helped my hands behind the back of the chair.

As soon as she began looping the first piece of rope around my wrists I realized she indeed had done her homework. The rope felt soft yet strict. In fact, very tight for a newbie. Afraid to have her getting back, I decided to let her go on, as she took another coil and began doing my elbows.

"How does it feel so far?"

"It feels fine, actually. Are you sure you've never done anything like this before?"

"Of course not. I think I could confess it to you precisely if I had".

"Yep, I guess you have a point there".

We both laughed and she finished my elbows. She did my lower body next. With every loop of the rope, I felt more aroused. My wildest fantasy becoming real with my best friend. What else could I ask for?

Soon, my ankles, knees, calves, thighs, elbows and wrists were completely trussed up. She had even used a smaller piece to bind my thumbs together! My little pervert.

"Do you wanna try it?"

I wriggled and struggled over the chair, only to find out I was far from escaping.

"Wow this is great. I think I'm really tied up to this chair".

"Well... you're actually not tied up to that chair, if you know what I mean".

"I do... do your worst!"

This time she decided to use some rolls of tape. She bound my feet to one of the chair's legs, and so my knees. Next, she made sure my waist was completely bound to the chair's back, and so my torso.

"There you are, much more secured".

"Jenna, I can't tell you how grateful I am with you for making this for me".

"Oh, don't be silly, you'd do the same for me".

"Well if you want you just have to ask" I said with a wink.

We both laughed, sharing a moment of magic and lust as I feel the arousal increasing.

"Have you ever been gagged?" she busted, all of a sudden.

"Well... no. I'm not really into it".

“I’ve read in some websites that bondage is not bondage without a gag”.

“Well it’s not accumphhhhff!” I couldn’t finish my sentence, since Jenna stuffed a balled up cloth inside my mouth.

“You’ll see. It’s fun! Besides, it’s your fantasy, right?”

“Mphhhhh” I protested through my gag.

What was she doing? I didn’t give her permission to do that! She completed the gag by wrapping a knotted scarf to keep the stuffing inside, leaving me cleave gagged.

“See? Isn’t it fun?”

“Nghhhhhhh!” I mumbled again.

“Oh, come on! You’ll love it!”

I didn’t like gags. Not at all. I know, it’s weird I like bondage and not gags, I’m a weirdo in a weirdos world, but it’s just the way things are.

That’s why I didn’t like Jenna’s attack to my right to like whatever I want. And that’s why I kept mumbling unintelligible protests to have her removing my gag. But what she did next shocked me even more.

“I guess you won’t need these tonight, right?” she asked as she grabbed the clothes I had just taken off some minutes ago.

“MPhhhhh?”

“Oh, come on. This is YOUR fun, but you don’t expect to have me watch you all night, right? I’m going out to have MY fun”.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I protested.

Was she really going to leave me here? Bound and gagged and abandoned?

“Besides, you told me your fantasy was to be kidnapped, right? I mean, it’s not a kidnapping simulation if your captor just sees you the whole time”.

Oh, yes, she was gonna leave me there!

She began putting on MY clothes. Was this all a trick? Has she really tricked me into this only to wear my new outfit? I had to admit though, it really fit her. She looked hot as hell in my skirt and shirt, and the heels looked just as fine as on me.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I kept protesting.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone. Until then, have fun, honey! Love you!”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I yelled to no avail. She left me chair-tied and cleave gagged and left the house before my incredulous face.

I tried to wriggle and squirm in my bonds, but it was useless. I couldn't even reach the knots to untie myself. The more I struggled, the more my heart raced in panic.

It felt like a cliché. Betrayed by my best friend, like in a dramatic movie. But this wasn't a movie. This was real. Too real.

The minutes ticked by, and my desperation grew. I wanted to scream and cry, but all that came out was a muffled, garbled noise from my gag. I started to feel tired.

Outside, the night grew darker. The house was silent, except for the occasional creak of the old floorboards. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, loud and frantic.

My eyelids felt heavy, and my head started to nod forward. Fighting against the exhaustion, I forced myself to stay awake. But eventually, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. My last thought before I succumbed to sleep was of Jenna, laughing maniacally as she left me here.

I woke up to a door getting closed. I soon recalled my situation. I was bound to a chair, gagged with a knotted scarf by my best friend. I looked at the main door and realized that it was indeed Jenna who had come back.

But she wasn't alone. She was making out with a stunning brunette who stopped to stare at me wide-eyed.

"Oh, shoot. I.. like... totally forgot about iu!" She was drunk as fuck.

"MPhhhhhhH!" I protested when I saw her friend.

"Alissa, meet Amanda. My best frendd".

I didn't know where to hide. After an eternity, I managed to be brave enough to confess my deepest secret to my best friend and she just spreads it out after a couple cocktails! What the fuck?

"And why is she tied up?" Alissa asked.

"She asked for it! Funny, right? I mean... " she took a breath before continuing. "She has this twisted fantasy about being kidnapped and stuff. Haha, hip".

Alissa looked at me with a grin.

"Is that true?"

I blushed, unable to hide the truth.

"Mphh mph" I nodded shyly.

"I told you! Hahahaha. Anyway, where were we?"

"Wait... I mean. If Amanda here wants to leave her fantasy, she better does it right".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean to give her a proper gag".

"Yay!!! So how do we do it?"

I witnessed the scene wide-eyed, incredulously.

"Take your panties off".

"Wait, here? In front of her?"

"I mean for the gag, silly".

"MPhhh??"

No way. Gags were one thing, gags with dirty panties as stuffing was a completely different one.

"Wow that sounds funneh!!" Jenna exclaimed, as she began taking her underwear off.

Alissa approached me and took off my former gag. I tried to use that little time to explain her the situation.

"No, wait, Alissa. I'm actually not into gaphhhhhhhhhff!!!"

She didn't even let me finish my sentence, as Jenna's used panties went right inside my mouth.

"Hand me the roll, please".

Jenna obeyed, still seemingly too dizzy, and Alissa began looping it around my face, covering the stuffing and completing a tight wrap gag.

"There you go. Now it's perfect," she said, grinning at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But there's another thing. If you've kidnapped a victim, you shouldn't keep her in your house. You must take her somewhere else!"

A snore worked as an answer. Jenna had fallen asleep in the couch. Alissa turned back at me with a devilish look.

"Now that our little friend has succumbed to the effect of alcohol, I guess I must confess you something. I'm not interested in her. I'm interested in robbing her".

"MPHHHHHHHHH?"

"Oh, yes. That's my game, honey. I trick horny drunk bitches into their homes, chloroform them, tie them up and take everything I can".

Now I did was scared. I was petrified. How had I ended up in such a mess?

"And that reminds me..." she added as she looked inside her purse and took a bottle of a strange liquid and a cloth.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as she put the wet cloth against my nose.

Little by little, my world began to vanish.

I woke up slowly, still feeling groggy. I soon realized I was in some unknown place. I felt my feet and hands bound together behind my back in a hogtie position. And, of course, I had been gagged too.

I searched with my tongue and realized I had some soft material used as stuffing. Probably Jenna's panties and a tone of duct tape wrapped around my face.

I realized I was naked and, when I looked around, I noticed Jenna was laying next to me, hogtied and gagged just as I was.

"MPHHHHHHH!" I tried to alarm her.

"You know? That's funny, she was so drunk I didn't even need to use chloroform on her".

"Mphh?"

I looked up and there she was. Alissa, or whatever her name was, was looking at us smiling.

"You know? I told you the truth about my modus operandi. I usually leave the house I rob and leave my victims in. But I thought you needed to live out your fantasy. And I mean REALLY live out your fantasy. So, basically, I've kidnapped you".

"Mphhhhh!!!" Not only she had me bound and gagged on a dirty basement, she also wanted to mock me.

"Oh, don't thank me, honey. I'll get something for this too, I've got the feeling someone will be more than willing to pay your ransom and believe, it won't be cheap".

"MPhhhhh" I growled, defeated.

"But in the meantime, why don't you just relax and enjoy? I know you've been eager for a moment like this" she added with a wink, before heading upstairs, leaving us alone in the dark.

I shifted my weight, trying to find a more comfortable position. The hogtie was already hurting my shoulders and I was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic. I glanced over at Jenna. She was still sleeping soundly, her breathing soft and rhythmic. I wondered how long she would sleep like this.

"Oh, and by the way" Alissa said before closing the door shut. "Your friend here is wearing your panties in her mouth. I felt like it was just fair, you know? HAHAHAHAHA"

And with that, she closed the door.