Ted decided that this was getting a little weird for his tastes.

After getting home from a long work week, nothing had sounded better to him than a nice relaxing evening of playing video games. Once he was done with dinner, and had a favourite beverage in hand, Ted had headed down into his basement to get into his gaming centre. A little cubbyhole that was pleasantly dark, and surrounded with all the computer equipment he needed to have a fun, enjoyable evening of smashing orcs or aliens into various coloured pastes.

His usual partner in crime, Melissa, was away for some reason. Ted would have assumed that since she had a good long stretch off from school that she would be more available for gaming. But it seemed like the opposite was the case, and he’d seen hardly anything of her even though she was meant to be in town! So he had buckled down to the idea of playing with randoms during his evenings off, missing the personable and endlessly amusing playstyle of Melissa.

A fun enough game, with two teams going head to head in the initial few rounds that he played. Ted’s first couple games weren’t especially incredible, but he soon got the hang of it again. A couple randoms more or less joined up with him, and hung around as he went from lobby to lobby. Even after Ted headed out of the team vs team dynamic to go up against the newest boss raid, three of them stuck with him.

So far, so normal.

But there was one who kinda caught his eye. A female elf avatar, clad in one of the more interestingly alluring costumes the game provided, was what the player had selected. She, if it was a she, always stuck pretty close to Ted. Taking part in the banter back and forth, but never enough that he could really pin down his odd feelings. He flattered himself that the player was actually anything like her avatar, all lithe muscle, domineering catchphrases, and physical prowess. No one like that had ever come close to Ted, beyond his fantasies, and he was preparing to enjoy the boss raid with his little private fantasy. It had even gotten a bit of a boost when she started chatting with him. Just little bits of banter back and forth while asking him for some tips and tricks.

Ted had felt rather proud as he shared some of his in-game tactics. Burnishing up a few of his experiences when doing similar raids. He blushed a little when the player made their avatar give him a sexy dance as a thank you, but he shrugged it off as just something that people often did. It didn’t have to mean anything more than that after all.

Then of course, had come the weird bit. The private message.

LadyWinter: Good luck Teddy boy!

Ted had frowned in consternation. Was that some sort of weird coincidence? How the hell would she know his name? Was she some sort of hacker? Ted didn’t know anyone other than Melissa who played the game, and she was hardly the sort of person to go talking to strangers about real life details. There was no bloody way that anyone else in this game should know who he was.

He had been so out of sorts over that comment that he had ended up doing badly on the raid. Badly enough that he obtained hardly any loot by the end of it, and he logged off in disgust.

He decided to put the weird memory out of mind by trawling through some of his favourite fetish sites. A fun melange of videos, picture sets, and steamy stories put him back onto an even keel. By the time a further hour had gone by, Ted was feeling turned on enough that his mind was drifting back again and again to a certain box he kept in his closet upstairs. Filled with all manner of fun kinky things he had collected over the years. Once his mind was firmly fixed on imagining the contents of the box, it didn’t take too many more stories before Ted made his decision.

Screw it, some self-bondage might just be able to salvage this evening.

He was eager enough to leave behind the weirdness of the evening, that he didn’t even bother logging off from his computer. Ted simply headed upstairs, entering his bedroom in an eager surge of energized motion.

The box that he kept hidden away in his home was buried deep at the back of his closet. It looked innocuous enough at first glance, apart from the large lock that featured along its rear side. It was only when Ted had unlocked it, and prised open its lid, that the contents of the interior would remove any doubt that here was a kinkster’s innermost sanctum.

The box contained two levels to it. Arrayed in two trays along the top were his bondage implements. Several bundles of rope, a half dozen leather cuffs of varied size, several different gags, some lengths of chain, two different hoods, and a small collection of locks and keys were settled in their individual places. Beneath that first layer was something that he had only recently acquired at the local fetish shop. The proprietor, Alice, had helped him pick out and size it over the course of a very enjoyable hour.

His very own rubber catsuit.

Giving himself over to the idea of a full bore self bondage session, Ted quickly stripped down and began to slowly re-dress himself in the glorious rubber of his prized purchase. It took some doing, especially as he often paused to enjoy the feel of the material stretched tightly over his limbs and body. But eventually Ted was zipping up the suit, molding it tightly across his entire form, and leaving only his head, feet, and hands free of its rubbery embrace.

Time for his set up.

Ted carefully unfurled several of the rope bundles, and began carefully binding himself. Comfortable rope bondage was secured to his ankles and below his knees, as well as a slipknot wound around his ankles and ready for an eventual hogtie. Ted shivered a little, enjoying the feeling of the ropes pressing the rubber of his catsuit even more firmly against him. He felt himself twitch and grow a little, one hand absently stroking through the rubber as he tried to think through the rest of his planned bondage.

With a conscious, and audible, grunt of effort Ted brought his hand away from his rapidly swelling member. There would be time for that, lots and plenty of it. But if he wanted to enjoy this sweet little session, he needed to get on with it before he just started pleasuring himself without finishing his tie up. He grinned, a little breathlessly, as he snatched up the ball gag and crammed it into his mouth. He was careful to make sure it wasn’t too tight, that in a pinch he could probably force it far enough out to call for help. He had read too many stories where things had gone wrong, and people had gotten stuck, to give himself wholly over to being bound. No matter how much he longed to actually be tied without hope of escape, Ted was practical enough to leave himself some wiggle room.

It was the same approach he took to the cuffs. He had bought a time lock that allowed him a pretty decent amount of security, with the knowledge that it would eventually unlock. Failing that, there was an emergency key on his bedside table that he could get to in an emergency. Ted buckled the leather cuffs around his wrists, and then squirmed over onto his stomach. Threading the lock’s flexible metal through the two cuffs’ d-rings took a bit of doing, but in just another minute, Ted finally found himself roped up, cuffed up, and gagged. Finally able to destress.

Ted tested his bonds for a few moments, straining and squirming against the leather and ropes that held him captive, before giving a long moan of satisfaction. Bondage was the one sure-fire way he had that guaranteed relaxation and enjoyment. It didn’t matter what was bugging him, or stressing him out, being tied up for a few hours drained him of any and all frustration. It was his own little brand of meditation.

Time passed, and Ted gloried in every moment of it. The feel of the rubber catsuit tightly conforming to him kept his mind on kink, and his erection hard. The ropes were perfect. The cuffs just right. Ted’s moans through his gag kept up, as he enjoyed the feel of the rubber ball in his mouth. It had just the right amount of give in the rubber that allowed for comfortable wear, without being completely squishable. All in all, Ted was having a great evening.

Right up until he heard his bedroom door open.

“Mmmmppphhgg!?” He squealed into his gag in surprise, trying to vainly twist around on his bed to see who had just found him. His face flushed with embarrassed fear.

“Well, well, well.” A familiar voice sounded from behind him, “It seems someone has been having a fun night to themselves.”

Ted squealed again into his gag, and finally managed to squirm around to view the door. There, standing just inside the room, was a woman he had seen a few times around the neighbourhood, Claire. She was dressed in running attire, with her soft brown hair dragged back into a ponytail that sprouted from beneath a baseball cap. Her face was split in a knowing, amused grin and her eyes twinkled down at him. Ted had seen her outside a few times, coming and going from whatever it was she did. His neighbours all seemed to know her fairly well and appeared on good terms with her, though he had never really been introduced. He was a relative newcomer to the area, and was often away when there seemed to be neighbourhood events. All of which to say, she was a stranger. In his house. While he was tied up.

What the hell??

“Wfffgg eehhh eellllggg Aaaireee??” Ted was rather proud of the small bit of composure he managed. After all, the rubber catsuit and tight bondage didn’t leave a lot of dignity intact.

“Oh good, you do know who I am,” The brunette flashed him another smile before sauntering further into the room. Ted noticed the small backpack which she unslung and placed out of sight, right before she sat down next to him. His eyes widened as she nonchalantly settled a hand on his body, and began to slowly feel up his bound form. She cocked her head at him, another smile tugging at her lips, as she watched him blush and squirm with wide eyes, “Or…maybe you don’t really know who I am. Got the name at least.” She gave him a spank.

“Mmmmppphh!!” Ted’s squeal was strangled, what the hell was this woman doing? She couldn’t be here. This wasn’t…couldn’t…

“Shhhhh,” Claire began to massage his rear, giving Ted a soft smile that lit her eyes with a mischevious light, “Could it be that no one has talked to you about my neighbourhood games?” Her hands kneaded and pressed at Ted’s rear, giving him an enjoyable sensation that made him arch his back to press his butt higher even as his mind whirled, “Awwww, there’s a good boy. It’s so rare that I manage to snag someone who lives here who hasn’t at least heard rumours of bondage, kidnapping, and other kinky adventures.” Claire leaned over him and planted a kiss on his forehead, “You must be either pretty new to the neighbourhood, or you’re a shy little fellow who doesn’t much like talking with others.”

Ted flushed red and grunted in embarrassed anger into his gag.

Claire opened her mouth, and then paused as the lock holding Ted’s cuffs securely shut emitted a rapid three beep tone. She closed her mouth, grinned at Ted, and pulled him over onto his stomach.

“A time lock huh? Good pick, these things are pretty handy. But you and I need a little longer to chat than two minutes. Soooooo…” Ted could only stare straight ahead and mumble into his gag as Claire rummaged around for a few moments. His heart was pounding in his chest. He felt a shudder race through him as her hands settled onto his cuffs, wriggling something into place. Ted heard the telltale click of a lock.

“MMMMPPPHH!?”

“Well I’m hardly going to be able to carry on speaking with you if you think you are about to get free.” Claire giggled, as she rummaged in her pack once more. This time it was two large leather cuffs that came out, which she began fastening onto Ted’s upper arms. He goggled at her in disbelief, and Claire grinned, “Every runner should have a nice little capture kit with her. It’s always helpful when one finds a nice young lady or gentleman that belongs in bondage.” She winked, and he moaned and tried to squirm away from her. But she just leaned her body onto his, wrenched his arms into place, and continued buckling the new cuffs into place as though his resistance was nothing more than an enjoyable distraction.

“Mmmmphhggg! Eeefff eee ooooooo!!”

“Now now Teddy boy, that’s hardly the sort of playful attitude you need at this moment.” Claire grunted as she finished buckling the cuffs into place. She picked up a short chain from her bag and, using two other locks, secured Ted’s upper arms. He let out a despairing moan into his gag. Even if he somehow managed to get his hands free, his arms were now truly trapped behind him.

“Oh come now sweetie, its not that bad.” Claire ran her fingers in delightful patterns across his rubber covered form, paying special attention to his shoulders, chest, and thighs, “I do so enjoy finding the shy ones to play with for their first adventure into bondage.”

Ted flushed red again and tried to bury his face away, embarrassed by his body’s evident eagerness and confused as to why he wasn’t screaming at this lunatic to get out of his house. But that part of him that luxuriated in every touch of her hands squealed in his mind that this was everything he had ever wanted in a fantasy. A hot older woman who would find him and keep him captive. At first against his desires, but eventually seducing him into captivity. It was everything he had fantasized about in many of his self-bondage sessions before. And now, the realization of it, the actual presence of Claire in the room and her additional cuffs constricting him, had his mind so tangled up and jumbled that he couldn’t figure out what he was supposed to be doing. Blushing and squirming in his bonds seemed to be the better approach.

Claire, for her part, seemed to understand exactly what Ted’s brain was going through at the moment. So she stayed quiet, apart from a wordless crooning that washed over him as she massaged and groped and touched and teased. Her fingers tracing patterns across his bound form, pressing pleasurably into the rubber. Making Ted really feel the constriction of the material, of the cuffs. Then those same fingers would play over his face, and Ted would moan at their cool softness. Ted’s confusion seemed to ebb as Claire continued to work, his mind returning over and over again to the pleasure of his restrictive bondage, the feeling of his rubber catsuit, and Claire’s skilled fingers as they seemed to poke and prod the stress of his situation away.

Ted gave a long drawn out moan, and then blinked in surprise at himself. When he dared to look up after, he found Claire grinning at him, one hand firmly gripping his rear. Ted flushed.

“There’s a good boy.” Claire patted him on his rubber covered rump, and then squeezed his ass cheeks again to draw a fresh moan from her prisoner, “I suppose now that you are more secure and stable we can finally chat about why I’m interrupting your little bout of self-bondage.

“Mmmmpph!” Ted tried his best to sound like he was snarling at her, but even as he moved to try to glare at her, his erection pressed firmly into the bed and his outburst become more of a moan.

Claire grinned, “Such a wanton boy. Don’t worry though, I come to help.” Her hand began to explore along his butt and back as she continued, “Your dear little friend Melissa asked me to swing by.”

Ted wrinkled his brow, “Meefffiipphaa?” He stopped struggling for a moment in surprise, and then squealed as Claire’s questing fingers kneaded and pressed along his rear.

Claire giggled, “The very same. I guess the two of you were meant to be going on a little raiding adventure. Fortunately for everyone, I happen to play the same game. So Melissa was kind enough to give me your details so I could find you.” She pushed him over onto his side so that he could see her more easily, and also gave herself access to the bulge in Ted’s crotch.

Ted looked quizzical for a few more moments before his eyes widened. Claire had been the weirdo? Lady Winter? He let out a guttural groan as Claire began to use a single finger to run up and down his straining shaft. One finger hardly seemed enough to have the effect that it did on his mind, but Claire was very, very good at what she did. It took all of Ted’s energy just to try to still pay attention to what this insane, sexy, puckish woman was saying to him instead of writhing like a wanton sex crazed lunatic on the bed.

“Since I’ve been running Mel ragged with her new job, I thought it was only right that I pop by to make sure you were having an enjoyable evening. I thought it was going to be a bit of work getting you into ropes…” Claire waggled her eyebrows at Ted, “But it seems you are just as much of a kinkster as…well, probably not me. Mel, I suppose.”

Ted didn’t think his eyes could get any wider, despite their best efforts. Mel was into bondage too?? He was shocked enough that he barely noticed he had begun to thrust his hips against his bonds and against Claire’s single stroking finger.

Claire chuckled and booped his nose with her other hand, continuing her teasing stroking, “Oh sweetie, are you just realizing right now that your friend loves this sort of thing? Tsk tsk such a silly boy. Well, in your defence, I don’t think she suspected you had all this gear at your home either.” Claire chuckled again and rolled her eyes in a playful fashion, “I can’t imagine how she didn’t cotton on to you being a sweet little subbie. You practically radiate it.” She pinched Ted’s bottom and he flushed, grumbling into his gag, “Oh don’t be like that silly boy. It’s a compliment. Subbies are wonderful. Newbies especially. And cute newbie subbies…?” Claire sighed happily.

Ted stared up at her, flabbergasted. Claire, an incredibly attractive woman, thought he was cute??

She favoured him with another devastatingly cute grin, stroking one hand over his head, “Well, happily for you, I’ve decided that you really should be allowed to play games still with Mel.” She smiled down at him, her hand stroking his head slowly trailing down to tease and pinch at his nipple through the catsuit. Ted moaned in apprehension and thrust his hips forward, trying to catch more pressure from her finger. Somehow she didn’t seem to be meaning the online games her knew and loved. These would be games of a more intimate nature. Ted’s mind conjured up half realized fantasy, after lusted after opportunity at the realization. Imagining all the potential things, sensations, and experiences that now seemed to loom in his future, pregnant with kinky purpose. He hardly dared to make a sound in those moments, frightened a little that he would suddenly reveal just how badly he wanted this to happen. Yet, some portion of him still demanded that he hold back. That he not give in to this stranger who had broken into his house. That he retreat from the prospects that she offered to him.

Ted groaned in confused arousal.

“But I don’t want you to feel cheated out of your own little game. So,” Claire withdrew her fingers and stood up drawing a plaintive moan from Ted as the poor boy thrust helplessly at the air, “I’m going to keep these with me.” She dangled the keys to his new leather wrist and elbow cuffs before pocketing them and ruffling his hair, “And I’m gonna let you have some more self-bondage fun before we move on to the next game. If you want me to come back…” Claire tucked something that felt rubbery, yet surrounding a hard core, into his hands, “Just squeeze that a couple of times. My phone will buzz, and I’ll come back to help you. Ok?”

Ted moaned deeply into his gag, shaking his head and trying to appeal to this woman’s sense of…decency? Mercy? He hadn’t the faintest idea. He also wasn’t entirely certain if he was begging to be released, begging for her to stay, or begging for her to do…things…to him. Only the begging was clear. With a woman like Claire, begging was the only thing that seemed right. His mind was awash in warring desires. To bellow at her to leave, to threaten to call the police, to bring this whole adventure grinding to a halt. On the other side…to give in. To surrender himself to sensation, and submit to captivity at the hands of one of the most gorgeous women he had ever met. Who offered him possibilities upon possibilities to realize all manner of fantasies that he had believed were unattainable beyond the limits of his imagination, his own bedroom games, and the stories he read online.

But she seemingly paid his mental torment no mind, beyond bending down to plant a teasing kiss on his gagged lips, before sashaying back out the door with a grin on her face and a final blown kiss for Ted. He moaned after her, squirming and struggling on the bed to no great avail. He was definitely stuck. He was definitely a prisoner. His self-bondage adventure was now an enforced one, the comfortable leather cuffs and their locks ensuring that he remained a helpless captive of Claire. Whatever designs she had upon him, he’d not be able to flee.

Ted should have been more outraged. He felt like what he should be doing was screaming bloody murder into his gag and struggling like mad for freedom. It was all very well to play these sorts of games alone, but Claire was holding him captive against his will, wasn’t she? Ted moaned again into his gag, thrusting his hips into the bed beneath him, his aching erection giving the lie to any claim he might make about not enjoying himself. He was so bloody turned on by the thought of being held captive for real, that the most he could do was squirm in his bonds. Hardly the sort of struggling that was likely to set him free, even if Claire hadn’t padlocked all of the leather cuffs securely into place.

Ted was definitely, most assuredly, stuck.

But he wouldn’t beg for mercy. He wasn’t going to call her. He could wait her out. He could enjoy the bondage he was in without submitting. He…he could…

Down in the basement of the house, Claire had just settled herself daintily into Ted’s computer chair. The silly boy hadn’t even bothered to secure the desktop with a password, and Claire soon found herself surfing through his internet history. She had placed her much lightened knapsack on the floor, and kicked up her feet onto some spare desk space. Today had been a relatively light day, in terms of captives subjugated on her run. Melissa’s request to stop by had perhaps been weighing on her a little, which may have distracted her from the normal opportunities that usually afforded themselves as she worked out. Her only real bag had been Wanda Ackerman, the young teacher who was always a delight to have in Claire’s ropes. She had been out for her own morning job, and had made the rookie mistake of wearing headphones and playing loud music. She hadn’t even seen Claire coming until the brunette had tackled her onto the grass, the two of them tumbling around in a giggling pile of limbs. Wanda had protested, as she always did, but the girl could do nothing to hide the pleased glint in her eyes as her wrists were snugged up behind her, nor conceal the deep moan she made as Claire pressed her gag home. Claire had gotten her up and jogging again to make it back home, delighted at the picture the two of them cut as they ran, one bound and one not. Something she would perhaps have to try again sometime.

Claire smiled as she recalled the last sight she had had of Wanda. As she had slowly eased the girl’s cell door shut, serenaded by the sweet pleasurable moans from the young woman who was desperately grinding herself against the sybian she had been planted on. Claire knew from long experience with Wanda that the teacher could be left on such a device for an hour or two easily before she required attention. Which was just as well for her purposes. Left plenty of time to kidnap certain blushing, introverted cuties who needed a gentle yet firm introduction to bondage.

Claire’s phone lay within sight and easy reach, just in case said adorable fellow upstairs finally saw some sense and decided he was going to be her good little pet. She grinned. Imagine Mel not realizing her friend was into this sort of thing. She was going to have to have a talk with the girl about that. Preferably with Ted wrapped up in latex and squirming at her feet.

The boy simply looked delicious in all that rubber. Latex would look exquisite.

Claire finally began to flick through some of the racier stories and websites that Ted had been going through before his term in self-bondage. She leaned back in satisfaction in the chair. All sorts of devilish little fantasies in that head of his, and nary a one realized yet in the real world. Claire’s heart quickened a little, and she gave a soft sigh of satisfaction. A bondage virgin then, as she had thought, despite his little escapades in self-bondage. That knowledge more than anything else sealed his fate. Claire was hardly going to have the boy’s first experience with her be as little as a simple discovery, tie and tease session. No, that would hardly do at all.

Claire stretched in the computer chair, making a satisfied purring sound as she flicked her eyes over the three stories of bondage, kidnapping, and enslavement that Ted had been reading. Though the bondage was different, and the protagonists of varied sorts, the presence of rubber, of latex, and of long term bondage was the same across all of them. As was a domineering figure that kept the POV captive until he gave in to their desires.

Claire grinned. Ted was making this far too easy. The first thing she was going to have to do was probably pop the boy into chastity once she got him home. He was quite clearly desperate enough to cum, even before she turned up, that it would be a shame to realize that desire too quickly.

Claire tapped at her lips. Chastity…and something more. From the stories that he appeared to be most interested in, a bitch suit binding would seem to be the best introduction. It wouldn’t even require him to lose his rubber catsuit, from what she had seen of the garment. She could have his chastity encased cock dangling through the crotch hole easily enough, Claire mused as she swiveled the chair back and forth. Properly teasing Ted, and getting him into the proper submissive mindset, was an important part of Claire’s introduction to bondage and slavery. It was the rare playmate who was held for less than a couple of days.

Melissa would be delighted of course, Claire grinned. The poor girl probably had no idea that her friend was as kinky as she was, though she no doubt did expect to see Ted in bondage coming back. But the girl knew what Claire’s running backpack usually held in terms of restraints. Claire never took a catsuit with her, as it was far too bulky. So when she paraded Ted back to her home…

Well, that was going to prove to be an interesting realization for her darling maid. And it would be quite a bit of fun to have a little rubber and latex pet around the house, all done up in his new bitchsuit. Two best friends, made into fellow captives by their dominating Mistress. Claire’s grin hitched a little as a soft moan broke from her lips. This was going to be so much fun.

Further thoughts were broken off as her phone buzzed with a strong vibration. Claire’s grin widened. She hefted the final item from her little running collection. A thick leather collar with an attached leash.

Showtime.