Bondage

Cat had heard of it, of course, although she hadn’t given it much thought.  Seeing that her mom was reading “Fifty Shades of Grey” had been a bit of a turn off.

Chuck had brought it up in the post coital bliss after an evening of fairly passionate love making.

“I want to tie you up,” he’d whispered in her ear.

“What?”  It had caught her off guard, and she’d shrugged his warm arms off her and rolled over to face him.

“I like bondage,” he’d admitted, watching her mounting concern at this new revelation.

“What?” she’d repeated, unsure of what else to even ask.

“I think you’d enjoy it.  Surrendering control, being helpless.  Plus, you’d look super hot with a ballgag in your mouth.”  He’d leaned forward to kiss her, and she’d started pull her head back to avoid him, but she’d needed time to process, so she’d just let him kiss her, not returning it as he had sucked on her lower lip.

She’d finally told him she’d think about it.  And think about it she had.  She’d viewed a ton of porn, watching videos and looking at pictures of women tied up and gagged.  Some of the more brutal stuff outright horrified her, girls bound so tight the ropes practically disappeared it dug so deeply into their flesh, their skin turning purple from lack of circulation.  

These of course weren’t in the “recommended reading” Chuck had given her, along with his collection of toys, a duffel bag filled with a several neatly wrapped lengths of soft white rope, two pairs of metal cuffs, a few rolls of various types of tape, two ballgags (red and black, the smaller of which looked like it would be uncomfortable her mouth, and the larger she didn’t even want to think about), and a few folded up handkerchiefs.  He’d asked that she consider it and at least be open to the idea that it might be something she would like to try with him.  So she’d looked at what he’d recommended, and then had continued exploring, not wanting to be surprised and caught off guard again.  They’d been together almost two months; she didn’t want to find out there was some new element to his kink months down the road, especially if she was tied up and at his mercy.

Cat got up abruptly from her computer, the last image of a naked girl hanging suspended from her ankles, massive weights hanging from her purple, swollen, bound breasts too much for her.

She reminded herself that that wasn’t what Chuck had said he was into.  The girls on the sights he had asked her to look at were all mostly fully clothed, the ropes and restraints excessive but not too tight, and the girls either looked like they were enjoying themselves behind their gags, or their looks of distress was clearly an act for the camera.  She figured Chuck had picked those sights specifically to ease her into the idea, and she fully expected his tastes ran a bit deeper, but there was such a disparity between those and what she’d just seen that the idea that they were the same fetish seemed ridiculous.

You told him you’d keep an open mind, she told herself.  She’d gone digging on her own and hadn’t liked what she’d seen, but she couldn’t blame Chuck for that.  Her eyes glanced again to the duffel bag on the floor by her closet, open with a length of rope and a roll of tape peeking out.  Cat was a firm believer that the best way to see if she liked something was to try it.  The other reason she suspected Chuck had left her with his stuff was so she would try some of it out.

And she intended to do just that.  Alone, by herself, without Chuck trying to sway her opinion.

The bag of supplies ended up dumped on her bed, and she sorted through the items again.  Both handcuffs had their keys taped to them, and she tried them just to be sure they worked before she closed one on manacle around her wrist.  The steel was cold and heavy, and a little shiver of excitement went up her spine.  With each ratchet of the manacle as it slowly closed around her wrist, she found that she could understand it a little more.  She left a little slack, not closing it as much as she could, and she tucked her thumb in, trying to pull it off to see if she could slip free.  The metal dug into the back of her hand as she tugged on it, but it would not budge.

She closed her other wrist in the adjoining cuff, locking her wrists together in front of her with but a few inches of chain between them.  Again, she tugged at the cuffs, seeing if she could pull her arms apart of get free, but they were stuck fast in the steel bracelets.  Cat stepped in front of her full length mirror on her closet door, watching as she twisted her restrained wrists about.  She’d almost been arrested once in college, but her friend had managed to deescalate the situation just before the cuffs had come out.  She imagined now that she was back there, getting busted trespassing on facility that did testing on animals, and she got another shiver of excitement as the old thrill came back.

There was definitely something to it.  Cat wasn’t ready to admit she was into it, but her interest was piqued.  She unlocked the cuffs as she went back to the pile of restraints on her bed, rubbing her wrists.  Not a single girl on any of the sights she’d looked at, Chuck’s choices and her own deeper research, had showed a girl with just her wrists cuffed in front of her and nothing else.  If she wanted a full experience, she’d have to step it up.

Sitting on her bed, she was able to bind her ankles together with rope easy enough.  She was wearing a knee length black skirt, and the rope felt surprisingly good on her bare legs.  After a moment of deliberation, she added another rope above her knees, just underneath the hem of her skirt.

The ropes sawed gently across her skin as she lifted her legs and twisted them this way and that, looking at them as she considered the fact that now she couldn’t run or walk.  Her hands clasped behind her back, and the reflection looking back at her looked quite helpless.  Her shoulders pulled back as she pulled her elbows together, thrusting her breasts out against her tight blouse.  It was a good look, but it was still missing something.  The ballgags, either of them, were out of the question, but she needed to at least try a gag.  Chuck had two different rolls of duct tape, electrical tape, and some white tape she thought at first was medical tape, but was much stretchier as she pulled it from the roll.  She wasn’t crazy about what the sticky tape would do to her face and lips; a lot of the models she’d seen had it wrapped around their whole head, and the idea of getting the tape stuck in her hair gave her an involuntary shudder.  No thanks.

She set the tape to the side and sorted through the handkerchiefs and bandanas.  Cat wasn’t crazy about the idea of anything in her mouth like that either.  Still, Chuck seemed to keep all of them clean, and the selected a red bandana and rolled it into a band before pulling it between her teeth.  She held it there, looking at how it distorted her features, the corners of her lips pulled back.  Her tongue explored the fabric invading her mouth, her teeth chewing lightly on it.

“Hellph,” she said, feeling silly the moment the slightly muffled word came out of her mouth and blushing a little despite being alone.  A small giggle escaped her gagged mouth as she tied the bandana behind her head.  “Wellph Caph, youff tryph ommage,” she said to her reflection.  She was feeling less hot and more silly at this point, sitting on her bed with her legs tied together and a bandana tied between her teeth.  It wasn’t bad, but that little shiver of excitement she’d felt earlier was gone.  She certainly didn’t feel sexy.

She was halfway through untying the knot of the gag when she stopped.  She’d come this far, Chuck had left her with all his supplies and had been honest about what he wanted, the least she could do was to give it a real try.  She retied the knot and then got to work trying to recreate some of the stuff he’d liked.  She unbuttoned two more buttons from her blouse, showing off her cleavage and just a hint of her bra.  She untucked three quarters of her blouse, mussing it up, making it look like she’d really struggled.  To top it off, she messed up her hair, her thick auburn mane coming out of her bun and going wild.

It made a world of difference as she put her arms behind her back and thrust her chest out again and looked in the mirror.  She wiggled forward on the bed, her skirt riding up another few inches.  Now she looked sexy.

“Mmmph,” she moaned, not even trying to form words and just moaning breathily through the bandana between her teeth.

Cat turned and snatched up both pairs of handcuffs, cuffing her wrists together behind her back with one pair before lying down and bend her legs back until she could snap the other cuff around the rope around her ankles.  She attached the other end to her wrist cuffs, hogtying herself.

She rolled onto her side and watched the hogtied girl in the mirror.  The transformation was astounding.  Her face contorted as she twisted through mock terror and desperate pleading and defiant anger.  She imagined a masked man had broken into her home and tied her up while he robbed her place.  Given the way he’d looked at her, unbuttoning her blouse, while he’d tied her up, she could only imagine what he’d do when he came back for her…  She struggled and wiggled in her bonds, moaning into her gag, fantasy Cat unsure if she wanted to be free when he got back or not…

Knock knock.

Harsh banging on her door brought her out of her fantasy, and she lay paralyzed with very real fear.  Who was at her door?

“Cat!  You home?”

Shit.  It was David, her ex.  What the hell was he doing here?

He rapped again on her door, louder, impatient.  “Cat!”

She lay still, breathing heavily through her nose.  Her lights were on, but she left them on sometimes; he’d have to assume she wasn’t home after a bit and leave.

He knocked again, really hammering on her door.  “Cat!!!”

She waited, and finally after several agonizing minutes, it stopped.  She found she had been holding her breath.  She panted, reaching around blindly behind her for the keys to the cuffs.  That had been too much.  The idea of the thrill of discovery had been much better than the prospect of being discovered in reality.  Her hands closed around the small metal key when she heard the deadbolt sliding open on her door.

Fuck.

David knew where she kept her spare key outside.

Panic set in, she fumbled to get the key in the lock of the cuffs.  Her hands were sweaty and she couldn’t seem to get the thing in the damn opening.  She dropped the key, cursing quietly into her gag as she floundered for it again.  It was like a bad dream; she could feel the key but she couldn’t make her stupid fingers pick it up.

“Well what is this?”

Her heart stopped.  In her desperation to get the key, she hadn’t even notice David open her bedroom door.  She looked up, her cheeks burning above her gag, seeing David grinning at her from the door.

“Cathryn Anne Thompson, if I’d have known you were into this, we might not have broken up.”

“Youff cheead aw mme, aaff ole” she said through her gag, glaring at him.  

“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t have cheated if we were doing this.”  He noticed her hand closing around the key, and he stepped over and snatched it from her hand.  “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the rush?”

“Uhn aye mme, Affeg,” she tried to tell him to untie her through the gag.

“Untie you?  Mmmm, pass.”

She strained in her bonds in frustration, jerking and pulling against the cuffs until the metal hurt as it dug into her wrists as she thrashed around on her bed.

“Jesus, calm down.  Oh.  Oh!”  

She stopped struggling and looked over at what had caught his attention.

Fuck.

David was looking at her computer.  The hardcore bondage was still open in her browser.

“So this is what you want.”

“Nnahh, nnnahhh!” she screamed around her gag, shaking her head furiously.

A devious smile crossed his face.  “I don’t know I can manage all that, but it’s clear your new boyfriend isn’t helping you out.  To show you there’s no hard feelings after our breakup, I’m gonna do my best to give you what you want.”  He picked up the larger of the ballgags that had fallen off the bed during her struggles as she protested furiously into her cleave gag.  “Let’s start with a better gag.  I like you much better with something stuffed in your mouth.”

She was helpless to escape as he grabbed her and pulled her towards him.  

She never should have tried Chuck’s stupid fetish.