Sock It To Me · Part 1 (1/2)
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This story may be too sock-happy for some, and for that, I apologize. I was grooving on the advent of cool weather and organizing my sock drawer, when the inspiration hit! There is some bondage and sex though, so you may still be interested.
As long as I can remember, I have had a passion for legwear; knee socks, over-the-knee socks, patterned tights, thigh highs, etc. I wear them and I look for other gals that wear them. Finding other gals with the same passion is the hardest thing to satisfy. Gals think that knee socks, for instance, are so 80’s! Most women wear socks, but not that kind that sets my heart to pitter-pattering.
I absolutely hate those little footie things; I think they are as responsible for the collapse of the sock industry as much as the fashion mavens. And those see-through trousers socks are also disgusting. I can barely tolerate the nylon tube socks that soccer players wear. Nope! My socks and tights have to be wool or heavy cotton. The problem is that few companies make them anymore and even fewer women wear them!
My other thing is bondage, rope bondage to be specific. I love tying women up and I am quite good at it! There seem to be more women that like being bound and gagged than like wearing my type of footwear, but I’m not complaining about that!
It was mid-October and in this area that means the days are short and cool. It was a Saturday a.m. and I was headed to the local coffee shop. I was in my school-girl phase and was wearing the full regalia, adult-fet style, lace-up black knee-length Doc Martens with white over-the-knee socks, short green plaid pleated skirt and a green letter-sweater cardigan over a white men’s shirt with a black tie hanging loosely around my neck. I had drawn my currently-red hair into two ponytails, tied with black ribbon, that jutted from each side of my head. I was a walking cliché, but I liked it.
A half block ahead, a gal turned the corner onto my street and I was amazed to see that she was wearing an outfit similar to mine!
As she drew near, I saw that she wore burgundy over-the-knee socks with black flats, a burgundy plaid pleated skirt and a Black turtle-necked sweater over which she had a burgundy cardigan. I was instantly in heat for her.
I’m not shy especially about my little fetishes, although I don’t usually make a good impression blurting out what I’m thinking. My friends are used to it, but strangers…well, sometimes it works, most times it doesn’t, but I gotta be me!
As we passed each other, I said “I like your look, girl! Ever been tied up?”
She stopped, slipped off her sunglasses, and looked me up and down.
She was of Asian-American descent, Chinese was the Asian part if I had to guess, with glorious natural long black hair that was fastened into a tight ponytail. Unbound it would probably reach her waist. She wore it with straight across bangs ending at her eyebrows. She had almost black eyes, almond shaped and slanting up at the outside corners and a sweet, pouty mouth. She reminded me of Lucy Lui, the actress and that was not a bad thing! She was a little older than I first thought maybe early thirties, but she was breathtakingly beautiful, at least to me. I felt my equilibrium shift as I stared at her; I was teetering on some precipice and could easily fall for that face!
“Once or twice” she replied. I could feel myself begin to pitch over the edge! I managed to find my voice.
“Wanna make it three or four?” I jiggled the handcuffs I had fastened through the belt loop of my skirt.
She smiled and reached out to touch the cuffs.
“These are toys!”
I blushed scarlet. Damn! I’ve met the girl of my dreams and she catches on that I’m sporting lame toy cuffs. Damn it! What to do?
“Yeah, I know! They’re just decoration! I’m more into rope anyway!” I stumbled through that bs while she continued to scrutinize me with her knowing smile.
“Rope, huh? Do you use hemp or cotton?”
Now on firmer footing, I was able to reply coherently and it wasn’t lost on me that she knew the difference between types of rope.
“I’m into hemp right now; love the texture and after you use it a bit it softens right up! Besides it’s too hard to find good cotton rope.” No bs there; I was a hemp girl!
She seemed to approve, at least she didn’t cut me off at the knees again with some other comment.
“Do you live around here?” she asked.
“Yeah, on the next block, halfway down.” Could it be this easy?
“Roommates?”
“Nope, just me!” Oh my god! Was this really happening?
“What’s your name? I’m Kaitlynn Lee.”
I told her. She reached out and shook my hand. I don’t know about her, but I felt electricity when we touched. Pheromones were in the air, like a heady perfume that I hoped she could sense too!
She held onto my hand just a little bit longer than necessary and I was practically swooning.
“Just a minute!” She pulled an Iphone and ripped off a text. The thing chimed and she stepped away a couple of paces, her back to me, to answer a call, but I could still hear her side well enough.
“Sam? Yeah, we’re good, but we’ll talk later.” She slapped the phone back into her pocket and turned to me.
I was stunned! Was this really happening? Was I going to get to spend some quality time with this absolute babe? And dare I think that bondage was in our future? Damn right I was thinking that!
“So! Let’s go to your place!”
This was happening and so fast! I was aware that she had taken control of the situation and was driving the agenda. It was my agenda as well, but I wanted to be in control.
“So!” I parroted. “You gonna let me tie you up?”
She smiled her enigmatic smile. “Well, let’s go and talk about it, anyway!”
“Sure, let’s go; it’s this way!”
She fell into place next to me and we headed back the way I had come. It must have looked like the local catholic girls school had just let out, but no one seemed to pay us any mind. My head was spinning and my little sex genie was stirring in my gut.
Nothing like this had ever happened to me. I had met and got involved with gals in bars, etc. but never had a chance meeting ever developed into anything like this. Usually, the impromptu meets ended in disappointment all around. Maybe this would too, but it had moved way ahead of any other encounter I had experienced.
We didn’t talk as we walked. My apartment was only 5 minutes away. I let us into the foyer with my key and we walked up the one flight to my apartment. I was nervous and excited both, hoping against hope that this would be something.
My apartment fronted on the street and had lots of windows to let in the light. It was furnished in the usual single gal way with hand-me-downs and Ikea stuff. I let her go first and she walked into the large living room and gave it the once over.
I was thinking strategy! How did I get her from here into my ropes and then into bed?
“I’ve got some good merlot I haven’t opened yet. Want a glass?”
She turned and stared at me briefly. “Sure! That would be great!”
I silently agreed; a little alcohol was sure to lubricate the situation.
I returned with two glasses and offered her one. She was standing at the front windows looking down at the street.
“You didn’t put any ketamine or anything in this did you?” I pulled the glass back and offered her the other one.
“Just kidding; you don’t seem like the type to do that!”
I answered “Of course I’m not”, while guiltily recalling that, a minute ago in the kitchen, I had half-jokingly wished I had something like that.
We sat on the futon and sipped our wine.
“Nice place! Been here long?” I gave the short version of my history and asked her where she lived. She gave a vague answer that seemed to indicate that she had just moved in a couple of blocks away.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“So, Kaitlynn, why are you here in my apartment?”
She put her glass down and turned sideways to look straight at me.
“I thought you wanted to tie me up?”
Damn it, she did it again; took control. I had to wrest it back.
“I do! We can do it here or in the bedroom. Any preference?” I hoped my voice didn’t give away the excitement I was feeling. As always, when on the cusp of a bondage adventure, I was almost giddy and had to clasp my hands together to prevent them from shaking.
“Well, here is fine. Why don’t you get your stuff and we can figure out where we want to go with this!”
I had to fight with myself to keep from jumping up and running out of the room to get my equipment. Instead, I sat for a moment as if considering her suggestion and then nodded my head and replied.
“Good idea! Want any more wine while I’m up?”
“I’m good!”
I forced myself to walk slowly into my bedroom. Once I was out of sight, I pumped my fist, mouthed a silent “yes” and did a little happy dance. I dragged my bag of toys out of the closet and gave it a quick check. There were several styles of gags, a lot of coiled rope, collars, blindfolds, etc.; the usual stuff!
I unzipped my boots and kicked them off and shucked the sweater. I wanted to be able to move freely unencumbered by extraneous clothes. Ultimately, I wanted to be out of all my clothes and playing with Kaitlynn, but first things first.
I came back down the hall and stopped short at the living door. Kaitlynn was nowhere in sight; where was she? Maybe she went to the bathroom?
I really, really didn’t want to think she may have split!
I sighed, figuring it had been too good to be true, and stepped into the room.
A push and a trip and I was down hard on my belly, the bag spinning away from me.
Struggling for breath, I managed to get out “What the fuck!” before a knee slammed into my back and a hand clamped over my mouth.
Kaitlynn spoke into my ear.
“Lay still, sweetie, and this will go OK, but if you struggle, it will go hard. Got it?”
I spluttered a protest into her hand and tried to twist free. She whacked the back of my head with her free hand.
“I guess you didn’t get it!” She grabbed a pigtail and twisted and pulled until my eyes teared up.
“Now lay still!” I figured I should do that and nodded my head. She let go of my hair and slid her knee off my back, but kept her hand over my mouth.
“Put your hands behind your back!” I hesitated and earned another head whack. I put my hands behind me crossed at the wrists.
“I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth; keep quiet!” She let go of me and reached out and grabbed my bag.
I couldn’t keep quiet. “Kaitlynn, what are you doing?” She grabbed my pigtail again and pulled my head back hard. “Shut up!” she hissed.
She spilled the bag’s contents out on the floor and grabbed a ball gag out of the tangle of stuff.
“Open up!” I tried to clamp my lips shut against the ball she was pressing against them. She removed the ball and grabbed my arm twisting it up behind me. I screeched in protest and she was ready, slamming the ball against my mouth and forcing it part way in. I tasted blood and then gave in to the relentless pressure she was exerting. She pushed the ball deep into my mouth and tightened the strap.
I jerked my hands towards my mouth to try to pull the ball free or loosen the strap, but she clamped down on my arms and twisted both of them back behind me again. She held my wrists together and lifted them up and away from my body, all the while wrapping a rope around them. She managed to cinch them despite my struggling and immediately went to work on my elbows. She wrapped and cinched my elbows, crushing them together.
Still working quickly, she grabbed at my ankles and quickly bound them together bending and pulling my feet up and behind until my hands were touching my heels. And that was that! I was hogtied and gagged on my living room floor in a matter of minutes by a stranger that I thought I would tying up!
She stood up and nudged me with her foot.
“So! You wanted to tie me up?” I twisted my head around to look up at her. She was smiling and shaking her finger at me.
“Who would have figured that you would run into me and ask to tie me up? What are the chances of that? Oh right, you’re gagged and can’t talk! Let me explain. I’m a pro-domme! You know what that means? It means I tie people up! How about that? You picked the wrong person to hit on!”
I tried to process that information. I knew what a domme was from my excursions on the ‘net. The realization that I had hit on a woman who was light-years beyond me in experience was embarrassing. I mean, how could I know, but still… I lowered my head to the floor and turned away from her to hide the flush of embarrassment on my face.
“Embarrassing isn’t it? And now you’re going to suffer a bit for your indiscretion! But if you really like to tie people up and you pay attention, you just might learn something!”
She pawed through my toy bag.
“You got some good stuff here! I’m going to look around a bit see what else I can find.” She stood and walked off down the hall toward my bedroom.
There was nothing I could do about it and there was not much else she would find, maybe a little weed, but that was the least of my troubles. I began to wiggle around testing the ropes. She was good at what she did, that was for sure. There was no give or slack in any rope and it quickly became clear that I was caught until she wanted to release me.
She was gone for several minutes, maybe 10 or so. When she came back, she rolled me onto my side.
“You got a serious sock thing going, honey! I never saw so many pairs of socks and tights.” She thought a moment and looked down at her legs.
“That’s really what got you looking at me wasn’t it? These socks I’m wearing? Well how about that!” She slipped off her shoes and pressed her foot against my face. The sock was damp and smelled of leather. Having it right in my face, up close and personal, caused a tingling in my belly. She put both her feet on my face and that really stirred up something in me. She was finding and pushing a lot of my quirky little buttons.
She pulled her feet back, got on her knees and reached over to roll me back onto my stomach.
“I think we can have some fun with this” she said as she released the hogtie rope and untied my ankles.
“What do you say we swap socks?”
Now the tingle was in full vibration mode. She was keying in on my biggest weakness and I was reacting to her manipulation!
She helped up onto my feet and removed my skirt and then my panties. It was so sexy to be nude, actually to be stripped, by her. I still had the shirt on, which extended below my waist. Maybe that was why being nude wasn’t freaking me out. She made me sit on my futon and slid my socks off. Then she removed hers rolling them slowly down her legs, her eyes pinned on me. Me, I was watching her peel off the socks and it was sensual and mesmerizing.
She took her still warm socks and slid one over my foot and slowly worked it up over my knee. Fully extended it reached to mid-thigh. My heart was pounding and I squirmed trying to satisfy the burgeoning itch between my legs. She did the second sock in the same way. I caught her eye and we stared at each other for half a minute. She smiled and nodded her head. Wow! I was totally charged up and aching for some sex!
Picking up a piece of rope she began to bind my legs starting at the ankles and cinching a two strand loop every several inches up my calves to above my knees. The last loop was placed at the top of the socks and cinched.
She stood and slipped her sweater over her head and kicked her skirt aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her smallish breasts, pierced in each nipple, were firm and shapely. She slipped out of her thong and tossed it aside. With no clothes on she was smaller, but no less powerful! A narrow waist swelled into perfectly rounded hips. There wasn’t a trace of extra flesh or a wrinkle on her body. I swallowed hard as I stared at her perfection.
She sat next to me on the futon and slowly pulled on my discarded socks. I was beside myself with sexual energy. I had never experienced anything like this, obviously, and regardless of how it came about, I was in and fully invested in whatever she wanted to do to me.
She stood and pirouetted in my socks. I moaned involuntarily.
“I’m guessing you’re pretty turned on right now!” I nodded, my eyes glued to my socks on her perfect legs.
“Me too! Let’s do something about that!” She helped me to my feet and steadied me as she made me hop down the hall to the bedroom.
I had a three piece mirror in one corner of the room. She guided me over to it and for the first time I took in the image of me bound and gagged!
I could hardly believe what was reflected back at me. It was like looking at those pics on the websites only it was me staring back. The red ball was buried deep in my mouth barely visible between my lips. The strap caused a deep furrow in my cheeks and distorted my features a bit. I felt light headed as I studied the different angles the mirror afforded me. From the front I was armless, which accentuated the natural swell of my hips. The way my arms were bound forced my breasts forward. She fussed with my shirt and pulled it open to expose them. The simple multiple bindings up my legs were fantastic against the burgundy socks. She turned me slightly and I saw my arms centered in the middle of my back the insides touching from wrist to elbow with the neat loops of hemp welding them together.
It was a revelation and, I knew, a life changing experience. I had never been tied up; I had always tied, but the feeling of confinement and the sight of it totally turned me toward a sub side I didn’t know I had! Maybe it wouldn’t last, but I suspected that from hereon I would crave this experience and seek it out! And she had just started on me!
She stood right next to me. Her arm was casually draped over my shoulder in an attitude of ownership; her fingers played over my nipples. I tipped my head back and to the side resting my head against hers and let out a long, fervent sigh! I tell you I was on the verge of an orgasm just looking at the two of us standing there!
“How grateful are you that I’ve shown you this side of your personality? Let’s find out!”
She turned me towards the bed; my eyes lingered in the mirror on the image of the bound woman that I had become. Several hops and I was at the bed. She made me sit on the edge and then tilted me back, lifted my legs up and maneuvered me into the middle. She climbed up next to me and I knew what was coming next and welcomed it.
This strange woman had opened a door into my personality that I could never shut and anything she wanted I would give her!
Her open legs straddled my head. I was aware that the socks I had been wearing just minutes ago covered her legs. She lowered her sex to my lips and I began to show how grateful I was! It was difficult at first to get the right moves and rhythm going since I was bound into immobility, but she helped me with her movements and soon she was wet and moaning and sighing. I worked on her fervently wanting to show that I understood exactly what I was and what I was supposed to do!
My efforts were rewarded when she stiffened and ejected a small stream of liquid onto my face. I knew that I would never forget the taste and scent of her fluid; I also knew that I wanted more!
After a moment she climbed off.
“Very good! I know you’d like to have a happy ending too, but you’re going to have to wait for that, my dear!”
I groaned in disappointment and she laughed.
“You are quite a surprise to me, sweetie. I thought you were just some twenty-something air head when we first met, but you’ve got promise!”
She slipped into the bathroom for a minute and returned with a facecloth and wiped my face and chest.
Sock It To Me · Part 1 (1/2)
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