A peculiar start

A peculiar start By Jimdini It was a crisp autumn morning and my housemates had gone out. Since I was alone, I decided to try again that bondage pose I’d spotted in a magazine. I went down to the toy drawer at the bottom of my chest of drawers for some gear. As I dug around, I realized I couldn’t find my hinge cuffs, spreader bar, or ballgag—I must have forgotten them when I put things back from my sports bag after my last outdoor session. However, rope and two pairs of handcuffs were exactly what I needed, along with the spare keys. Instead of fetching my sports bag, I decided to skip a gag for now.

I threw on an old pair of yellow speedos that had become too tight for public wear, but which added nicely to the restriction of my bondage play. I shut the drawer and carried my equipment to the far corner opposite the door, setting everything down with the keys off to one side.

Taking up a length of rope, I found its center and looped it behind my neck, bringing the ends over my shoulders. Then I tucked those ends under my armpits across my back and tied them securely to the center knot at the nape of my neck. Picking up a pair of handcuffs, I attached their chain to this rear knot, which hung about eight or nine inches below the base of my neck. Next, I brought the rope ends forward again under my armpits, threading each end through the opposite shoulder loop and tying them off in the middle of my chest. Now I had a rope harness with handcuffs hanging at the back and the knot centered at the front.

I sat down and secured the second pair of handcuffs around my ankles, grabbed the keys to double-lock them, and set the keys back down near my feet. Taking another length of rope, I found its center, looped it four times around my legs just above the knees, cinched it between my legs twice, and tied it off, leaving two long tails. I pulled these ends up over my shoulders while bending my legs toward my chest and leaning forward slightly, tying them to the back of the rope harness. Finally, I brought my hands down from behind me where they hung in cuffs, snapped one cuff onto my left wrist, and struggled a bit to get the other on my right. There I was, tied up just like in the magazine!

Just then, I heard the front door open followed by footsteps climbing the stairs. “It’s only me,” Cate shouted as her room door closed and her stereo clicked on.

I started breathing normally again and decided I’d better get untied quickly. At this point, I realized what a secure tie it was. All along I thought I just needed to shuffle forward, roll onto my side, and grab the keys. The first thing I discovered is that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t scoot forward. My arms were held uselessly behind me, and the rope from the harness down to my knees prevented my heels from getting enough purchase to push myself ahead; instead, it just pushed me back toward the corner.

Perhaps if I rolled onto my side, I could squirm toward the keys? But since I was sitting in the corner, the walls supported me when I tried to fall sideways. I can’t really be stuck, I thought. Of course, I wasn’t gagged so I could ask Cate for help—but did I want to be found like this? I’d die of embarrassment, especially with a small damp patch forming where my cock was held firmly in the tight swim briefs.

I sat there for about ten minutes, trying to think of a way out without calling for Cate. By then, my arms were starting to ache and my hands felt numb. Finally, I decided there was nothing else for it but to shout: “Cate, can you come into my room for a minute, please?”

I called out—not too loud, but enough to be heard over her music. There was no reply. I tried again, louder this time. “Cate? Can you hear me?” Still nothing. “Cate! I know you’re in there. Please! I need some help.”

I heard some mumbling above the music. “Please Cate! I really need your help!” More indistinct noises, but no sound of her coming over. Once more I struggled to move; it was no use—I was going nowhere without assistance. “Cate! Cate! I know you’re there; I can hear your music!”

More feminine mumbling came back. “I can’t quite make out what you’re saying, please come into my room, I won’t hurt you.” More indistinct sounds followed. Telling her exactly why I needed help might scare her off. “Please Cate, I really, really need some help!”

Then came bumping noises and the music grew louder as her door opened. I waited with bated breath for my door to open too. More bumps echoed through. What was going on? Then the handle turned, but the door only cracked open about an inch before stopping. Had she looked in and been scared off?

More bumps and some feminine squeals followed. Then the door swung fully open and I gasped. There stood Cate, dressed in a lace bra and panties, eyes wide and blushing. She had my ballgag strapped tightly in her mouth, the missing spreader bar secured between her ankles, and her hands bound behind her back. “Eeyeggh neephh fhhuumm heppff phtoogh!” she said around the gag.

For a few moments I was speechless. She blushed even more deeply, and I noticed that the crotch of her panties looked damp too. As she looked at me, her shoulders slumped as if she were about to cry. “Come on in and sit on the bed while I think this through,” I said.

Cate stood there for a moment, then shrugged and waddled forward, maneuvering herself onto the bed. I could see her wrists were cuffed palm-to-palm by my hinge cuffs. “Whhoogh phty oogh upff?” she asked. “I did it to myself, just like you have,” I replied. “It’s sort of fun, isn’t it?” “Eyegh phnot pfurr.” She answered, blushing again.

“Did you take the keys along with my handcuffs and other toys?” I asked. Cate blushed and nodded. She brought her hands as far around to her left side as she could reach and showed me the keys in her hand. “Eyegh canpff fgegf phfmm igh.” she mumbled through the gag.

I wasn’t surprised she couldn’t get them off; she had the cuffs on really tightly with the keyholes facing away from her wrists. “Good, can you come over here and help me turn? I’m afraid I’m stuck and can’t move much.”

She nodded, carefully stood up, and waddled toward me. She stopped for a moment looking puzzled, then shrugged her shoulders and bent her left leg with care. She almost lost balance but steadied herself and knelt beside me. Shuffling forward, she pushed against my legs with her lace-covered breasts until I was parallel to the wall. I leaned forward as far as I could—about two inches—leaving my hands just clear of the wall behind.

Cate shuffled around so her back was to me. She looked over her shoulder and extended her cuffed wrists toward me, offering the keys. As she did this, I got an eyeful of her pert buttocks; her panties were thong-style and very snug. Up close, I could smell her musk, and my cock called out to me, straining against the tight swim briefs as sweat glistened on my skin.

“Sorry,” I said, “but with my hands secured like this, you’ll have to unlock my cuffs before I can help you.” She squealed into her gag and leaned sideways and back until she could feel my right wrist with her hands. But as she maneuvered the keys, they dropped from her grasp and bounced into the corner out of reach. “owghh Fphughhh!” she squealed through the gag.

“Don’t panic,” I said, “there’s another set on the floor by your knee.” Cate grunted but managed to struggle around and pick up the spare keys. Once more she worked her way back into position, this time taking great care to unlock my cuffs. Slowly and painfully, I brought my arms forward in front of me and started massaging my hands to ease the pins-and-needles sensation as circulation returned. “Give me the keys and I’ll unlock your cuffs,” I said. “Nnowff, ghhaghhh pfusss!” she mumbled urgently.

I reached up and with some difficulty undid the ultra-tight gag strap. Cate worked her jaw

“Oh! That feels better,” I thought. “My jaw felt like it was about to snap.” “It’s fine, just untie yourself first; I can wait,” she said.

As I worked free from the restraints, we began chatting.

“You seem to find all this… interesting?”

“Come on! You could tell you had me excited. Your eyes didn’t leave my panties for a second!”

“I have to admit, it’s been a while since I’ve seen anything so appealing!”

“Me or the restraint setup?”

“You! I never realized how attractive you were before.”

“Do you truly mean that?”

“Yes, I always thought of you as such a quiet little mouse.”

“Well, shy is usually my middle name.”,

When did you help yourself to my toys?

I spotted them in your sports bag yesterday evening.

So, they were taken from my bag for everyone else to see? Not quite! Once I got over the initial surprise, I carried them into my room and tried them on loosely. Just to get a feel for it.

And how did that feel?

It was thrilling not being able to close my legs completely, yet still be able to touch myself…even with those handcuffs secured behind me. So yes… nice!

So you decided to keep your spoils? I intended to put them back, but then you and the rest of the lads came in, and I didn’t want to get caught out wearing my new accessories, so I just shoved them into a drawer. I can understand that. When did you plan to return them?

Originally when I arrived home, but since I’d looked up ‘Bondage’ on Wikipedia… well… Yes? Well, I thought I would try them properly today before putting them back.

So you came in and headed straight for your room? Yes, it felt so naughty that I couldn’t wait. I stripped off my clothes and fetched the items from the drawer. You knew I was home, yet you continued! I figured it would be more exciting having someone else present in the house. But everything is tied quite tightly; did you get stuck?

I was so thrilled—my breasts exposed, my sex accessible, hands locked behind me—that I didn’t notice. You felt wanton? Yes! Exactly right! Wanton! So what happened when you heard me shouting? It nearly made me faint. I needed to loosen up immediately. As soon as you shouted, I grabbed the keys, thinking you were coming in to find me! Then I discovered that those handcuffs are much easier to remove with your hands in front. I see. It hadn’t occurred to me it would be so difficult to insert the key when my hands are behind me. Especially if they’re tight enough; do your hands go numb? I can unlock you and finish untying the rope afterward. No, they’re fine, please carry on. When I heard you say you were stuck, I wondered if perhaps you had fallen over or hurt yourself somehow. It never occurred to me that you might be tied up too!

So then you decided to let me see your sexy undies? Well, you sounded desperate. There was no way I could get free quickly, so… How did you think you were going to help me? I thought at least getting you a phone would do it. You are truly a lovely girl! Well, I needed some assistance too… Right, I am free now; if you turn around, I’ll unlock your cuffs. No! I’d like to keep them on for a bit longer. I don’t know why exactly, but talking feels easier while I’m tied up this way. You mean being bound makes me act sexy and talk differently? Yes! That’s just it. Whenever I flirt or have sex with a guy, I feel guilty. But right now, I don’t! Do you always wear such attractive underwear? Oh yes! I often fantasize about becoming a sex goddess; I just lack the nerve. Yet here you sit with me, hands secured behind your back, legs spread wide, and yet no guilt or fear? No! None at all! And feeling helpless is turning you on? Cate looked down toward her lacy thong. “Is it that obvious?” she asked, blushing again. I smiled. “Do you realize this is the first time we’ve actually had a proper conversation, apart from hello and goodbye as we pass each other?” Like a first date? she said, blushing once more. Well, it was an unusual introduction for a date, but we seem to be getting along nicely. And having something in common helps… FINIS? :D:gag::hi: