Synopsis: Sandro and Carla both imagine elaborate bondage fantasies when they are together, but they don't know how to tell each other. Sandor may decide he should act on his impulses and go for it...

I walked down the street, squinting my eyes in the sun. It was bright out, not a single cloud in the sky. My black hoodie was absorbing the suns rays, heating me up and threatening to make me sweat. I sped up, walking quickly to where I was going. I rounded a final corner and saw my goal. The computer shop, where I was going to finally commit to a big purchase. I had been researching different computers, CPU's, PCs, etc. for several weeks and had finally decided on what I was going to get.

I strode into the store, twisting my ring on my index finger. It was silver with a black skull engraved in the signet. I had several other similar rings on my other fingers, but I only ever twisted the one on my index finger. The bell on the door rang as I pushed it open, the cool AC washing over me.

As I entered I looked around, immediately looking for what I needed. I hated interacting with people, which is not exactly the vibe you get from a 6-foot 5-inch 32-year old male. My goth clothing and accessories typically threw people off as well. When I rounded a shelf, trying to find the CPU I wanted, I glanced up at the front desk. Behind it, a small petite girl was sitting behind a computer screen, quietly typing away at something. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was dressed almost the exact same way I was. She was wearing a black skull hoodie, heavy makeup and eyeliner, black hair and a black and purple beanie that complimented her purple lipstick. I instantly felt attracted to her but knew I could never go talk to her.

I finished gathering the items I wanted to purchase and walked up to the front desk where the girl was still sitting. I set my stuff on the counter and stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to notice me. After several moments, I cleared my throat into my arm, hoping she would hear me. She turned and we made eye contact before she said, "Is this all?".

"Yeah, that's it", I replied, shifting from side to side uncomfortably.

"Cool". She seemed pretty introverted herself too, she had refused to make eye contact again and sat in a protective, uncomfortable way.

"So, hows it going?" I asked awkwardly. I felt like I couldn't let this opportunity slip away from me. I had no clue what I was doing, but I was trying.

"Pretty good", she responded, trying to sound indifferent.

"My names Sandro" oh god, what I am doing? "Whats yours?"

"Carla" she responded, this time with a hint of shyness.

She continued to scan items as we stood there in silence. I knew my opportunity was slipping away as more and more of my items were scanned. When she finished, she asked if I wanted a receipt. I said yes, and she clicked on her keyboard and stood there, waiting for the long receipt to print. She was twisting a ring on her finger, one with a skull engraved on the signet.

"Hey, that's a cool ring", I said, startling myself. "I have one just like it." I held my hand up, showing her my index finger.

"Oh yeah, that's cool. Where'd you get it?" Carla asked, peering at it closer.

"Spencer's, its right down the road."

"Oh, that's where I got mine too!"

"Oh cool!"

The receipt had finished printing while we were talking, but Carla hadn't noticed. I guess she was probably just as far out of her comfort zone talking to people as I was and had forgotten about the printer. I decided to not point it out though.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Oh, a couple of months now."

"Really? I haven't seen you at all..."

"Well, I only work Wednesdays and Fridays..."

Our conversation continued on this way for some time. I was amazed at how quickly we had managed to begin talking and I quickly found myself feeling more and more comfortable around her. At one point the manager of the store had come over and Carla had introduced me.

"Hey James! This is Sandro, he's been researching gaming PCs for a while", she had said.

"Well, you two can talk about whatever is on your mind Sandro. She is truly an expert, smartest employee I've ever had!" he replied. At this Carla and I moved over to the side and another employee came and took over at the register.

As time went on, the only thing I could think about was how amazing Carla was. We had so much in common: we played the same games, we ate at the same places, we dressed the same way, it all seemed perfect. The one thing that I knew that could blow it all was if I tried to find out if she was into what I was into... bondage.

For years I knew I was into bondage and had always hidden it from people. It was my biggest secret, if it got out my life would be over. But every time I looked at Carla all I could think about was tying her up and how pretty she would look restrained. I glanced around the store and behind the counter. There was a large box full of different kinds of tape, and a smaller box of zip ties next to it. I imagined Carla wrapped in duct tape, her chest held in place by wraps of tape, her pretty little mouth stuffed full and her lips visible behind several wraps of clear packaging tape...

At some point the manager had returned to us and said the store was closing. However, he said that since we were still discussing computers (we weren't) and that he trusted Carla, he would let us stay after hours. I guess he thought he was going to acquire a big purchase from me.

As it got dark out and the streets slowly emptied of people, my fantasy played itself out in my mind. Me, being such a big person, could easily overpower Carla, being a small, petite young woman. I could quickly zip tie her hands behind her back and her feet and knees together. Then I would pull off one of her black sneaker and expose her black and purple striped socks that went up above her knee. I would pull them off and roughly stuff them into her mouth before securing them in place with the packaging tape. I would then take duct tape and frame her mouth and nose with it, leaving only her beautiful lips exposed through the tape.

With her gag almost completed I could now properly bind the rest of her body. I would force her hands into fists and wrap them in duct tape mittens, then wrap tape up her arms to her shoulders as tightly as I could. I wanted to see her shoulders pulled back and her elbows touching from the tightness of the tape. I would wrap a chest harness around her front to push her breasts out. I could just imagine her firm, round breasts being held in place by wraps of tape. I would continue wrapping tape down her body, squeezing her stomach tightly as if she were wearing a corset. Her arms would be secured to her body, preventing her from moving at all. I could use the clear tape so I could still see her cute goth features that attract me so much...

I would tape her ankles and knees together, then wrap more tape around her calves and thighs until the only part of her legs exposed were her dainty feet and her knees. I would take some of the thin black electrical tape in the box and tape her toes together, tickling her soles as I did so. I would then force her to lay on her stomach as I secured her calves to her thighs in a pseudo-hogtie with even more tape.

I would return to her head and pull her hood up to protect her beautiful black hair. I would wrap tape vertically from her chin to the top of her head, further securing the gag in her mouth. Then I would take duct tape and wrap it all the way up her head, taking her glasses off and blindfolding her, swaddling her head entirely in tape. Then I would replace the glasses over the tape.

Realistically, when I would first begin tying her up, she would fight and try to stop me. My mind played out a scenario where I got the zip ties in place and the gag on before I really made her submit to me. I would firmly press over her gag and pinch her nose shut, preventing her from being able to breathe. I would tell her she needs to stop fighting or I would do it again. It would take me several times before she finally complied, I would have to suffocate her for at least a minute before she was thoroughly taught to comply. Her fighting and resisting would be amazing, exactly what my imagination would love to have happen.

I would take her beautifully trussed up body home with me and I would keep her there for the whole weekend. I would then release her when she wants. I would have to hope I can make her fall in love with bondage before then or else I would have blown it. The perfect outcome would be me untying her after a weekend of bondage and her confirming that she also loves bondage and wants to stay with him forever. I didn't know if I could commit to it though...

I sat behind the counter, absorbed in my computer screen, typing away. The doorbell jingled, signaling a new customer. Glancing up, I spotted a tall figure in a black hoodie entering the store, squinting in the bright sunlight. I instantly recognized the clothes he was wearing as the same as I was. I quickly glanced back down at my computer screen, hoping he hadn't noticed me looking at him.

The tall, imposing man ventured further into the store and I continued typing, trying to appear engrossed in my work. I observed him rounding shelves, presumably searching for something. Afraid of interacting with him, I kept my focus on the computer screen, hoping he wouldn't approach the front desk.

Eventually, he gathered some items and hesitated near the counter. I noticed him awkwardly standing there, and after a moment, he cleared his throat. Our eyes met for a moment before I hurriedly glanced away. I quietly asked, "Is this all?"

"Yeah, that's it," he replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"Cool," I responded, feeling my heart rate quickening.

He decided to break the silence with small talk. "So, how's it going?"

"Pretty good," I replied, attempting to sound indifferent.

"I'm Sandro," he introduced himself abruptly. "What's yours?"

"Carla," I answered, feeling a hint of shyness.

As I scanned his items, I noticed the silver ring on his index finger with a black skull engraved in the signet. Strangely, it resembled the one I was twisting on my own finger. He mentioned my ring I was twisting and held up his hand for me to see a matching one on his index finger.

We chatted, the conversation flowing surprisingly well. In the midst of our discussion, the receipt finished printing. I pretended to not notice it had finished in order to keep talking. Sandro seemed comfortable, and I appreciated the effort he put into keeping the conversation going. I felt extremely attracted to him and was glad he hadn't let the conversation die.

James came over at some point and let me and Sandro keep talking. I kind of hinted that he was probably going to make a big purchase, even though that had nothing to do with what we were saying. I'm glad I did that because later James let us stay after the store closed and keep talking. Everything was lining up perfectly with what I had dreamed about for so long...

For years I known I had been into bondage. I had always dreamed of someone coming and ruthlessly tying me up. Sandro seemed so big and imposing and strong, all I wanted was for him to tie me up and completely take advantage of me.

My imagination ran wild as it got darker out. Sandro would suddenly leap over the desk and brutally grab me. My small body wouldn't be able to struggle, I would just take it and let him do whatever he wanted to me. He would tape my hands and ankles together to quickly secure me from escaping. He would tightly cleave gag me with the thin electrical tape in the box before moving onto other things.

I would then tell him through my cleave-gagged mouth where the keys to my car is, and he would happily agree to 'drive me home'. He would then utilize the vast amounts of duct tape behind the counter and begin to tie me up. He would begin mummifying my entire body, wrapping tape up from my feet to my thighs, entirely swaddling my lower body in tape.

He would continue wrapping tape up my body, painfully securing my arms behind my back. I would want him to pull my arms painfully far back so I'm as uncomfortable as possible, my shoulders forced back and my chest forced forward for him to feel as much as he wants. He would then pull my hands up into a tight reverse-prayer position, as uncomfortable as possible.

He would finish wrapping my body in tape, completely mummified from the feet to my neck, everything tightly swaddled and secured in place. He would the continue up over my face, tightly swaddling my head in tape until the only part of me exposed that wasn't tape was my nostrils, further gagging me. He could very easily (and hopefully would) pinch my nose shut, depriving me from air at his pleasure, or firmly grab me around the neck and clench, lightly choking me.

He would finally then pick me up roughly, me feeling his strong grip on my legs and body, and would carry me out to my car. He would pop open my trunk and drop me in before slamming it down tight. As he drives me away, he would call me again, stimulating me even further. When we get to my apartment he would carry me inside and brutally force me into a tight ball tie, wrapping yet more tape around me. I would spend the weekend in bondage, subjected to anything and everything by Sandro...

Carla and I walked about the store as we were getting ready to leave. I only had a few more moments to commit to my plan. As we walked down an aisle, I noticed a roll of duct tape sitting out on the shelf. We passed by and I picked it up, messing with the end.

"Oh hey, I left that out...", Carla said, noticing me holding it. She seemed to get an interested look on her face. "You don't happen to like duct tape do you?" She asked, looking me in the eyes and giving me a significant look. I briefly considered denying it before I decided on the answer, "Yeah, I kinda do!"

Carla walked over to me and slowly took the tape from my hands. She pulled out a sharpie from her pocket and began writing on the roll of tape. When she finished, she capped the marker and tore the strip of tape she had written on off. She walked up to me and pressed the tape against my chest. I looked down and saw a phone number written on it.

"Call me, OK?" Carla asked teasedly, before turning around and walking towards the back of the store. I stood in place for several moments, shocked at what had just happened. I eventually left the store, knowing that all my dreams were quickly coming true.