Alina and Alex · Part 1 (1/2)
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**Author’s note: So, I’d like to thank my wonderful girlfriend, for her love, understanding, and support. Without her inspiration this story wouldn’t exist and without her feedback it wouldn’t be nearly as good. Also, if you are reading this you probably deserve some context. This story was written for my girlfriend. I’m not always the best at explaining myself, so this and any subsequent parts were my way of communicating with her. With that in mind, if some things seem over or under described or explained, understand that this was not originally meant to be read by anyone but her. It was only after the fact that I thought to put this online for others. That said, enjoy.
Alina and Alex: Part 1
He sits rigidly on the couch, his palms sweating, face beet red, and eyes cast down at the floor. The back of his neck starts spasming like it so often does when he’s at his most uncomfortable, and there’s no mistake that now is one of those times. It was with good reason. He had just shared one of his deepest, most guarded secrets to someone he trusted above all others. But trust wasn’t the issue that he was worried about. He knew with utter certainty this secret wouldn’t spread farther than present company. No, what he was so anxious about was the judgment of his girlfriend, Alina. Alex couldn’t bring himself to look up for fear of meeting her gaze.
He couldn’t bear to see that disgusted, judgmental look that he knew she must be wearing. The type of look that said “You’re not the person I thought you were and it’s freaking me out.” The “What the fuck is wrong with you?” look. Not for the first time he was questioning the wisdom of telling her. The word questioning was an understatement. In reality he was silently cursing his own stupidity, cursing himself for most likely ruining the best relationship he ever had. There was a reason he had never been able to bring himself to tell his previous girlfriends.
True, he had never felt quite so close or as intimate with his previous girlfriends as he did with Alina, but that’s also why he was so afraid of what she may now think of him. Maybe he could still save this, pass it off as just a joke or a test just to see how she would react and to see if she loved him enough to overlook something so weird. While working to come up with a believable story, he feels her fingers gently brush his chin like a gentle breeze on a cool spring morning. He shivers nearly imperceptibly and closes his eyes. Those fingers slide up to cup the side of his face and exert a gentle pressure, pushing his face to turn towards hers.
He could easily resist it, but he chooses not to. Instead, he resolves himself to his fate, resolves himself to take the coming letdown with dignity and courage, to face it head-on, like a man. He slowly, reluctantly opens his eyes, ready for the look and ready for those words that will shatter him like a hammer-blow to fine china. Instead, he’s greeted with a loving smile. He has to do a double take. He scans her soft, friendly face; from her ruby lips and perfect smile, to her warm, brown eyes and high cheekbones. There, on her eyes, his gaze lingers.
The look of overwhelming love and support that he sees in those eyes is so pure, so unexpected that it completely unbalances him, yet it soothes and reassures him at the same time. “So that’s what you were so nervous to tell me babe? That you have a bondage kink?” She giggles softly. Then, realizing that he might interpret it as her laughing at him, she grows serious again and regains her composure. The whole time the look of absolute love and support never leaves her eyes. “It’s not that unusual; a lot of guys like tying up their girlfriends.” she reassures. She sheepishly holds back a small smile and quickly glances away.
“I’ve actually kinda wanted to try it for a while now.” She looks back up at him bashfully. Now he’s the one that gives her the reassuring smile. “Well, while I absolutely wouldn’t mind having you tied up and helpless- actually, now I’m looking forward to it- that’s not just all of what I’m trying to say. I’m…” he thinks carefully about his next words, continuing like a hiker treading on loose shale. “I’m kinda what they would call a switch,” he pauses, thinking again but gaining some confidence, “which means I want to be on both the giving and receiving end, so to speak. It means that I want to switch between the dominant and submissive roles.
So, while I would love to tie you up and have my way with you,” he gives her an exaggerated provocative wink, “I’d also like you to do the same to me sometimes.” He hesitates and looks down and away from her gaze again. “Actually, I’m kinda drawn toward the submissive side a bit more. It’s just that… admitting that… well, it’s just that it’s a little emasculating…” he trails off, clearly extremely self-conscious and embarrassed again. His face is rapidly returning to a firetruck red. He doesn’t really expect her to understand his insecurity about this. Part of it is because it’s kinda a macho/guy thing; guys are traditionally expected to be strong, tough, and dominant.
Part is because of his conservative upbringing which only served to reinforce the former. In contrast to him, she had been raised under a very lax parenting style. Her parents had been much less restrictive and hands-on than his. Their only rules for her were that she get halfway decent grades in school and that she not get into trouble with the law. Otherwise, she was allowed to do as she pleased. That, coupled with being a girl meant that she didn’t have to experience the same social pressures he does. They sit in silence for a few long minutes and he begins to worry about her judgment all over again.
He is just about to look back up at her again when he feels her cup both sides of his face with her hands and draw him close. For the briefest of moments, he can feel her warm breath on his face and feel the brush of her soft, full lips against his. Then he’s being pulled into a deep, passionate kiss that makes his insides do flip-flops and his brain turn to jelly. Their kiss, to him, seems to go on and on for an eternity and he hopes above all hopes that it really will never end. When it eventually does, as all things must, it takes a long minute before he remembers to breathe. At the same time, he slowly opens his eyes and finds himself staring into hers for the second time.
After their kiss had ended she still continued to hold his head between her hands. Neither of them spoke right away, but after a few more heartbeats had passed she decided to speak. “No matter what kinky stuff turns you on, I’ll always see you as you are. The big, strong, sometimes dopey man I love.” She smiles sweetly. “And you better get it through that thick skull of yours. I. Love. You.” She punctuates each word by poking him in the chest. Her words bring a smile to Alex’s face and fill him with joy. He feels like his heart is melting from the rush of love he feels for her, and with it his anxiety. He’s lighter than air in that moment and he’s beaming.
“I love you too babe,” he whispers while brushing a few strands of her dark brown hair behind her ear. He leans in close to her until their faces are a fraction of an inch apart and lingers a moment with his lips a hair’s breadth from hers. Then he grabs her and pulls her into one of the most desperate and passionate kisses of his life. He kisses this beautiful, wonderful, amazing woman with the vigor of a drowning man taking in a gasp of air. This time he’s the one to pull away first, grinning ear to ear. “Dopey huh?” he teases her in mock offense. Her eyes light up at that and he sees a spark in them that he knows well.
She flashes him her signature mischievous grin, the one that always manages to make him feel like putty in her hands. God, he loves her smile. “That’s right; dopey.” she purrs, emphasizing the word dopey while playfully pushing him backward. “What are you going to do about it?” He easily absorbs her push and it’s not hard for him to pick up on the obvious cue. “Well, I think maybe an early bedtime is in order for a certain disrespectful young lady.” She sticks out her tongue and makes a childish face. In her best sassy voice, she retorts, “You can’t make me. I’ll just get up and walk right back out here and do whatever I want.” She’s doing a fairly good job at putting on a bratty act.
He smirks, scooping her up. One arm supports her back and the other is beneath her thighs. He starts walking toward his room, carrying her like a groom carries his bride from the wedding chapel. “Hmm, that is a problem.” he agrees, then puts on an extremely exaggerated act of thinking hard. He does this imitation for a moment before making an aha face. “I know,” he exclaims, “I’ll just tie you up. Then you won’t be going anywhere until I let you go.” She makes a show of squirming around in his arms, twisting and turning as if to get away from him. She even pounds on his chest and makes a pouty face that he finds adorable, but of course she doesn’t actually get away from him.
She doesn’t want to. “Now, now Alina,” he admonishes like a condescending teacher, “you best behave. You’re only making this worse for yourself.” He gives her a scornful look and shakes his head for good measure. Once they are in his room Alex gingerly lays her down on his bed. She lays there looking up at him still making a pouty face. “Aww, come on, you don’t have to tie me up,” she tries persuasively as he climbs into bed and crawls over top of her, straddling her. He grabs her wrists and pulls them above her head while mocking her pouty face. He pins her hands and leans his head down to hers to plant a brief, but loving kiss on her lips.
He pulls his head back away from her again and his face gets serious. For a moment he drops their act. “We need to have a safeword/signal just in case.” He waits and watches her expression and looks for any sign that she’s not taking him seriously. For her part, she catches on that he is being serious and he can tell from her expression that he has her full attention. Satisfied, he continues, “So, if you need to stop here’s what I’m thinking. Either say S. O. S or if you’re gagged just shout into your gag in Morse code. Three short, three long, three short. I think that should be easy to remember. Will that be okay?” Alina nods her understanding and approval.
Satisfied again, he gives her another quick peck on the lips. She immediately returns to her act of struggling, kicking, squirming, and otherwise trying (but not really trying) to push him off. “Well it’s clear a certain young lady still needs to learn her place,” he says, getting back into the act. He’s still holding her down, but there’s no doubt that this would be a lot more difficult if she was struggling for real. He risks taking one hand off of her for a few seconds in order to reach under his bed. Once, he had tried getting into self-bondage, but had never had the guts to trust his release mechanism to properly function.
Or rather, he had never had the guts to trust himself to not mess up his release mechanism. Alex had read a number of stories and tutorials for self-bondage online and all suggested having a backup or a “safety net”. The problem with that was that more often than not, the best safety net was to have someone on standby to come release you, whether they knew they were or not. In Alex’s case, since he had never told anyone about his kink, his chosen safety net wouldn’t have known. And to Alex, even scarier than the thought of being trapped was the thought of being discovered. “Although, now I have somebody who I wouldn’t mind discovering me,”he thinks.
He smiles to himself a little, thinking about how it might even be fun if Alina “caught” him in such a situation and got to have her way with him before releasing him. He smiles a little more before pushing that thought out of his mind. He returns his focus back to what he was doing. After finally giving up on self-bondage, he had stashed the leftover rope under his bed. At the time he had figured there was no sense in wasting good rope and now he was grateful he had kept it. Of the many pieces of rope, he selects one that seems about the right length to tie up her wrists. Before he can start binding her wrists together, however, she increases her efforts to buck him off.
Alina clearly had no plan of making it too easy for him, but that’s okay by him. Or at least that’s what he initially thinks. As he quickly discovers, it’s considerably harder to tie a struggling “victim” up than he was made to believe. He struggles for a few minutes and it seems like each time he manages to hold her flailing arms together she is able to easily slip his grasp while he tries to get the rope around them. He finally succeeds on one attempt after he makes a sort-of lasso from the rope that he can cinch tight before she can slip it. After a few extra wraps around and a pass between her wrists to make individual “cuffs”, he ties the rope off.
Once her wrists are secure, he continues on to tie her elbows together as tight as he dares. Losing circulation in extremities is always a concern, but the real reason for his apprehensiveness to tie her elbows too tight is her comfort. As long as he kept an eye on her, circulation issues wouldn’t be a problem and safety was just a part of the responsibility of playing the dominant role. No, in this case the concern came down to comfort; how long she would be able to bear having her elbows forced together behind her back depended on her flexibility. It wouldn’t do if her arms got sore after ten minutes and he had to re-tie her.
Since it was their first time, he figured she didn’t need to be tied as strictly as possible. It could wait for a time when they both knew their own and each other’s limits. After her elbows are tied securely, with a little bit of wiggle room of course, he pulls out another length of rope, mulling over how best to tie her legs. He comes to the decision that a frog tie will do for his purposes. Sensing that at this point struggling would be useless if she actually wanted to get out, Alina switches tactics. Instead, she pleads for release, using various entreaties and enticements, all of which fall on deaf ears.
She resumes her squirming and starts to call him names, but her barely contained giggling at the increasing ridiculousness of her insults is a dead giveaway that this too is just a part of the game. Alex finishes the last knot on her legs. Like a craftsman or artist, he scoots back to appraise his handiwork. Alina is in a kneeling position on the bed with her plump, firm thighs tied t
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