This story contains: F/M - consensual/tricked bondage

Synopsis: Two bondage lovers meet for a tie-up private session. However, Scarlett didn't remember their agreed meeting, and has prepared a Girls' Night Party. Far from scared away, the protagonist uses this as a chance to indulge in their little game, but... has he been given to bite more than he can chew?

I got to Scarlett’s house at around seven pm. Scarlett and I were pretty good friends that had become very close, and even closer when we both learned we liked tie-up-games. Last time, I had her tightly hogtied on my bed and we agreed to meet tonight so that she could give me the favor back.

She opened her door and seemed surprised to see me.

“No shit!! Was it today??”

Scarlett was a hot twenty-five-year-old redhead, with a nice figure and deep green eyes.

Her cheeks turned a shade of pink as she realized she had forgotten about our agreement. She stepped aside, allowing me to enter her apartment. She was dressed in a simple black tank top and shorts, which was surprisingly comfortable for our usual attire during our tie-up sessions.

“You forgot, right?” I asked, disappointed.

Her eyes grew wide with realization.

“Oh, my god, I totally did!” she exclaimed. “But wait! My mom’s out of town for the night, and I was actually planning on throwing a little party. It’s kind of a girls’ night, but… how about you come over later, after everyone leaves, and I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” she said, her voice filled with genuine apology.

I sighed, feeling a mix of disappointment and anticipation. The thought of waiting several hours was not appealing, but the idea of a one-on-one tie-up session with Scarlett was definitely tempting. Plus, I had to admit, I enjoyed the thrill of surprise and the spontaneity of our usual encounters.

“I don’t know, Scarlett,” I began, trying to hide my eagerness. “How long will it take? I was really looking forward to this tonight.”

“I don’t know… you know how this kind of parties are…” she trailed off, glancing at the clock on the wall. It read 7:15 PM.

I nodded, trying to be patient, and asked,

“What time does this shindig start?”

“The party’s supposed to kick off at eight, but people usually start trickling in around eight-thirty.” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement for the night ahead.

“Okay, that gives us about an hour and a quarter, doesn’t it?” I suggested, trying to make the most of the situation.

“Yeah… I guess. But it’s too little time to tie you up, play a bit and untie you”.

“Then don’t untie me” I told her, grinning.

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking at me quizzically.

“You have a basement, don’t you?”

“Hummm… yes?” she said, still not understanding.

“Tell you what, bind me in the basement and lock the door. When everyone’s gone, you come down and let’s have our fun. That way, you won’t have to worry about time constraints or anyone walking in on us.” I said, watching as the cogs in her head began to turn.

Scarlett and I weren’t a couple, actually. We just enjoyed our time together.

Her expression shifted from puzzled to intrigued, and she bit her bottom lip as she considered my proposal.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You could spend hours down there”.

“That’s the whole point, Scarlett. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to leave me down there forever. Just keep the key handy, and when the party’s over, you can come and find me.” I reassured her, my excitement growing.

“And won’t you get bored?”

“We’ll find something to entertain me”.

Scarlett’s eyes lit up with mischief as she took in my proposal. She nodded slowly, a smile spreading across her face.

“Alright, I’ll do it. But only if you’re absolutely certain. You can’t back out once I lock that door, okay?” she warned, her voice low and seductive.

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. This was definitely going to be an adventure. We made our way to the basement, which was surprisingly clean and well-lit, considering the circumstances. She led me to the center of the room and told me to sit on a chair.

Scarlett collected her bondage materials: ropes, tape, scarves of various sizes and textures... She placed them neatly on a small table beside the chair, her movements deliberate and precise. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and challenge as she surveyed her tools. I watched her, feeling a thrill run through me.

"Ready?" she asked, holding up a length of velvet rope.

"As I'll ever be," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“But… aren’t you a bit overdressed?” she taunted me, grinning.

With a deep breath, I stood up and began to strip down to my underwear, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. Scarlett’s eyes widened as she watched, her smile growing as she took in the sight of my bare skin. She had always enjoyed being the one in control, and the knowledge that she had me at her mercy was clearly a thrill for her. And so for me.

Once I was seated in the chair again, she told me to put my arms behind the chair and lean forward slightly. She approached me with the velvet rope in hand, her movements slow and deliberate. She looped the rope around my wrists, the soft fabric feeling surprisingly comforting against my skin. With a firm tug, she tightened the knot, ensuring that I was secure but not uncomfortable.

"How's that?" she asked, her voice a mix of playfulness and concentration.

"Tight, but good," I replied, testing the knot.

"Perfect," she murmured before she turned away to grab another piece of rope.

Scarlett returned with a thinner rope. She proceeded to tie my elbows together behind my back. The sensation of my arms being bound so tightly together was both restricting and exhilarating. She made quick work of it, the rope biting into my skin just enough to remind me of my vulnerable state. Once she was satisfied with her knot, she stepped back to admire her handiwork, a smug smile playing on her lips.

“Now, let’s make sure you don’t go anywhere,” she said, her tone teasing.

Scarlett reached for my ankles and began to tie them together with the same precision she had used on my elbows. I felt the rope tighten around them, and I couldn’t help but squirm slightly at the sensation. She noticed and smirked before moving on to my knees and thighs. With each pass of the rope, the anticipation grew, my breaths coming in shorter gasps. She took her time, savoring every moment of my submission.

Once my legs were bound to her satisfaction, she moved back up to my back. With another length of rope, she tied my wrists to the chair, ensuring that I couldn’t pull them back even if I wanted to. The chair creaked under the tension, but it held firm. I tested the bonds, feeling the chair press into my back and the ropes digging slightly into my skin.

“How you doing so far?” she asked.

“Perfect” I replied.

“Yep, I can see that” she teased as she took in my erection. I blushed, even though it wasn’t the first time she saw me like this.

Scarlett then proceeded to tie my ankles to my wrists, the rope snaking under the chair and back up to the knot at the back of the chair. This left me in a particularly uncomfortable and immobile position.

Next, she took a longer piece of rope and wrapped it around my thighs, securing it to the chair seat with a series of tight, efficient knots. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, her eyes lingering on my crotch before she moved on to my chest.

With a gentle push, she had me lean back against the chair, and she began to tie my chest to the chair back.

“Remember, no getting yourself off down here, okay?” she said, her eyes gleaming.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, gritting my teeth as she tightened the rope.

“Good boy,” she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Finally, she stepped back to inspect her work. I was completely bound to the chair, my body taut and exposed, my erection tenting my underwear. She snapped a picture with her phone, sending it to me with a mischievous wink.

“Now, for the entertainment,” she mused, tapping her chin with a finger. “We can’t have you getting too lonely down here, can we? Wait! I know!!!”

Scarlett's smile grew even more wicked as she had a brilliant idea. She turned on her heel and sashayed upstairs, her hips swaying with each step. I could hear her footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent basement, the anticipation of what she had planned only adding to my arousal. She returned moments later, her laptop in hand. She opened it up and placed it on the table, her eyes never leaving mine.

“What’s it going to be?” I asked, knowing what she had in mind.

With a devious smirk, she opened her browser and searched for a playlist of chairtie bondage videos.

“What do you think??”

“Excellent choice”.

Scarlett hit play and the sound of a video filled the basement. The screen flickered to life, displaying a bound and gagged woman struggling in a chair similar to my own predicament. The scene was incredibly arousing and I felt a twitch in my cock. She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear.

“So, do you have any preference for your gag?” she asked, her breath hot against my neck.

“Oh, you know how I like it”.

Scarlett smirked, and soon took off her pants, and then her panties followed. Then, she also took off her socks.

“You know? You’re lucky I didn’t take any shower after my gym this morning… that way, you can chew on my sweaty underwear”.

The idea of being gagged with her unwashed panties and socks was surprising, but it only added to the thrill. I nodded eagerly, my mouth watering slightly at the thought. She stepped closer, her bare skin brushing against mine, and I could smell the faint scent of her arousal mixed with the musky scent of her sweat.

“Any last words?” she teased.

“Don’t be merciful” I replied, opening my mouth widely.

With a chuckle, she pushed her panties inside my mouth, filling it with the scent of her arousal. The fabric was damp with her sweat, and the taste was intoxicating. I felt my cock throb against the ropes that bound me as she began to stuff my mouth. She pulled the panties tight, forcing the fabric deeper into my mouth, and then she took one sock, rolled it into a ball, and pushed it in alongside her panties. The sensation was strange, but the thrill of the situation overrode any discomfort. Finally, she took the other sock and did the same, ensuring that my mouth was packed full. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I bet so did mine.

“You like this, don’t you? You like my sweaty underwear inside your mouth”.

Her words only served to heighten my excitement as I nodded vigorously, the makeshift gag muffling any sound I attempted to make. Scarlett leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against my bound chest, and whispered,

 "Good. That's what I thought."

She stepped away, her eyes never leaving mine as she picked up a red ballgag.

“But what’s the point of a gag if you can still make noise?” she murmured to herself, and before I could protest, she inserted the ball into my mouth, sealing the panties and sock in place.

She fastened the strap around my head, tightening it until the ball was wedged firmly between my teeth and my cheeks bulged out around it. The gag muffled my moans, making them sound more like whimpers of need than protests.

“You don’t think I’m done, do you?”

“Mphhhhh” I shook my head from side to side.

“That’s what I thought” she grinned as she grabbed the roll of duct tape.

Scarlett began to wrap the tape around my head, starting just below my nose and working her way down to my neck. The sticky embrace was tight, pressing the ballgag further into my mouth and sealing off any chance of speaking. Each loop of tape was applied with care, ensuring that no part of my face was left exposed. She wrapped my face twenty times, the tape sticking to my skin and my bound features as she worked her way down.

“And finally, the piece de resistance” she giggled.

Scarlett picked up a red scarf from her collection, and with the same care she had shown with the ropes, she wrapped it over my mouth and nose, tying it in a perfect bow at the back of my head. The scarf was thick enough to muffle any sound that might escape from my gagged mouth, and the feeling of the fabric pressing against my nose was oddly comforting, adding a new layer of sensory deprivation to the experience.

“Happy now?”

“MPHHHHHHH!!!” I yelled, nodding.

Once she was done, she leaned in and kissed me through the gag. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, full of promise for what was to come later. When she pulled away, she placed her finger to her own lips, silently telling me to keep our secret.

“I’ll go take a shower and get changed. Then, wait for my guests to come. I’ll check on you from time to time, okay?” I nodded. “Great then. Have fun!!” she said with a wink, turning away to leave me alone in the dimly lit basement.

The minutes ticked by like hours as I sat there, bound to the chair, the only sound being the occasional creak of the floorboards above. The anticipation was maddening, my cock straining against the fabric of my briefs, desperate for relief. The videos played on, the sounds of the gagged and bound women on the screen muffled by my own gag. I tried to focus on the images, but the reality of my situation was too intense to ignore.

Then, I heard the music playing upstairs, and realized the party had just started. The thump of bass reverberated through the floorboards, and the sound of laughter and chatter began to fill the house. I could feel the vibrations of their footsteps, each step bringing Scarlett closer to her friends and further from our secret rendezvous.

This was perfect, since it meant I could yell the hell off me without been heard.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I yelled, but the music kept playing.

The basement door swung open and Scarlett strutted down the stairs, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and her body clad in a tight red dress that hugged her curves. She looked stunning, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride knowing that she had done all of this for me. She held a glass of wine in one hand, the other resting casually on the railing as she descended the stairs.

"Comfortable?" she called out, her voice muffled slightly by the music and chatter from upstairs.

I nodded, unable to speak around the thick wad of her sweaty underwear and sock stuffed in my mouth. She smirked, enjoying the sight of me struggling in the chair, my eyes pleading for her to give me the attention I so desperately craved. She took a sip of her wine, her gaze lingering on my bound form before she set the glass down on the table next to the laptop.

"I'll be back to check on you," she shouted over the music, her voice barely audible. "But for now, enjoy the show!" With that, she turned and sashayed back up the stairs, leaving me alone once more with the sound of the party echoing through the floor.

As the night progressed, I could feel the tension in my body building. The videos played on, each scene more intense than the last, and the occasional footsteps above reminded me that I was not truly alone in the house. The thought of Scarlett entertaining her guests while I was bound and gagged in the basement only served to heighten my arousal. I struggled against the ropes, the friction causing my cock to throb painfully against the chair.

Every so often, the music would fade for a moment, and I would hold my breath, listening for any sign that someone was approaching the basement door. But each time, the music swelled again, and I was left in my cocoon of darkness and desire.

Then, the music stopped abruptly. The sudden silence was deafening, and my heart began to race. I could hear some yells, and something told me I should worry.

After some more yelling, crying and door slamming I heard the basement door getting open again. Scarlett came downstairs with a bottle of water.

She approached me with a very worried look and began to undo the layers of my gag.

"I figured you might be thirsty" she said and I nodded.

She helped me drinking until half of the bottle was empty.

"Scarlett, what's wrong? What happened?"

Her eyes searched mine, and I could see her concern.

"Remember I told you it was a Girls Night?"

"Yes..."

"Well... Aaron, Ava's boyfriend appeared. And he fucked it up. He just came to break up with Ava".

"No way!!" I exclaimed.

I actually never liked Aaron, to be honest, but that seemed like an evil way to break up with someone, even for him.

“How did it go?” I asked.

Scarlett sighed heavily, her expression a mix of anger and sadness.

“It was a disaster. Ava’s devastated. And now everyone’s either consoling her or leaving. The party’s pretty much ruined. And that's why I'm here... our Girls' Night Party has turned into an All Men Are Pigs Party, if you know what I mean. Ava and the girls will stay here for the night, at least until we get to cheer Ava up a bit".

Her voice was filled with a mix of anger and disappointment.

"I understand" I said, making my biggest effort to hide my own disappointment. "So... you untie me and I go home or...?"

"Oh, no. I can't untie you and have you going through the main door just like that. They'll know you've been here all along, and right now, all men are pigs, remember?"

"Well... You can untie me and I wait here until you're all in bed" I proposed.

"No. Too risky. I'm sorry, Alex, I really am, but I'm afraid you're going to have to wait here".

"Wait, what do you meanpffff?"

She cut me mid-sentence by fetching her panties back in my mouth. Soon, her socks followed, while she kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you, I promise".

So her plan was to leave me down in her basement for the whole night?

"I can't have you screaming and alerting the girls, or just wandering around" she said as she buckled the ballgag tightly behind my neck.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I protested.

"I'm sorry, I really am!!" she kept adding layers to my gag, by wrapping the tape around my head again, just like she had done before.

Her eyes searched mine for any signs of fear or panic, but all she could find was a mix of arousal and frustration. She knew I liked this, but she also knew that she had gone too far.

"This is a gift for you, a way to make peace for now" she added with a smirk, while she took off the panties from under the dress.

She then pressed them against my nose and used the scarf from before to OTN gag me again, making sure the new pair of panties stayed over my nose, under the scarf.

"Now, you'll smell my pussy all night and think of me while I'm with the girls upstairs".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I protested.

"Wait, I'll search for another playlist".

Scarlett took her laptop and searched for something more suitable. After a moment, she found what she was looking for: a playlist titled "10 Hours of Bondage Bliss."

"This seems enough. Anyway, I'll set an alarm in ten hours in case I haven't come down before to select another playlist, okay?"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I thought she was just teasing me, but at this point, I couldn't be sure.

She kissed me one last time, her lips lingering on mine, the taste of her lipstick mingling with the salty tang of her sweat.

"I promise I'll make it up, really!"

Then she turned off the lights and disappeared upstairs, leaving me in complete darkness, save for the flickering blue light of the laptop screen.