New Experience · Part 1 (1/2)
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Oh my God! What I have done?
I never imagine things turn so weird!
Why I have to open my big mouth?
Did I really regret what I did?
There's really no turning back now, I guess?
Now I'm sitting here, in the middle of the living room, exhausted, sweaty and very, very aroused for something I never imagine could turn me on in such ways.
Forced to wait for him while I'm tightly bound with so many ropes all over my body and so securely gagged with this damn gag that keep me drooling so badly.
My feelings are so confused, I'm scared and very nervous, but also, I’m so horny like I never was before, and very excited about what is the next thing he is going to do with me.
How much longer?…
Just a couple of hours ago, my husband and I, we were cuddling in the couch in the living room, watching a movie where an sexy actress has been held hostage in her own home and bound to a chair in the middle of her living room and left alone.
Then it came to my mind when my friend Claire said something about some kinky roleplay that her husband did with her from time to time, about tying her wrists to the bedposts or behind her back while they have sex. And this part of the movie could be a good idea to introduce some roleplay time with my husband, so, I begin to talk about how is possible she can't scape from those bindings, they look so easy to get loose. If I was in her place, I'll be free in no time.
He was looking at me and asked me if I had ever been tied up sometime, I said, "Yes, sometimes when I was a child, and I was the best escaping from my cousins when we played in the backyard of my grandma".
He smiled and he told me that if he had been the one who had me tied up, I never could have escaped.
"Oh really? You think you are so good!" I said while I kneeled on the couch in front of him, and daring him if he is so sure about himself. His answer was that he thinks the same about me.
I was starting to feel very excited, so I took his face between my hands, I kissed his lips and looking into his eyes I tell him with my most sensual voice: "There's only one way to find out who is the best".
He took my wrists and gently pushes them behind my back, holding them with both hands, hugging me at the same time, while he keeps looking straight into my eyes asking me what if he wins?
I tell him to keep dreaming, because I'm not going to loose, with my voice almost breaking because the way he was holding me, makes me feel like I'm melting between his arms.
"You name it", I said. "What is what you want if you win?"
My heart began to rush because he took his time to answer, he just kept looking me so serious without saying a word, then he looked down to my breasts, they look more prominent by the way he is holding my arms, and seconds later he return his look to my eyes. Finally he smiled, and told me if he wins I have to take him to watch the NASCAR race next weekend instead visiting my parents and to drink some beers at some bar.
I agreed with him and then was my turn to express my wishes if I win.
Besides going with my parents, he must take me to the theatre to watch a musical and later a fancy dinner.
He kissed me and said that he agreed. He keeps his soft but firm grip on me all this time. "But!" he said, "you have to dress like her, just like the girl in the movie; you know how I love to see your beautiful legs".
"Alright, I can do that, but first, I'm going to need my arms back". I said smiling at him.
He blush a little when he realized how firmly he was holding me against him.
He stood up and said he is going to find something in the basement. He meet me here in 15. I run upstairs to our bedroom with my heart full of anticipation, it been some time since I felt like this, we have good sex but it was becoming a little ordinary. I'm sure this will be a wonderful night.
I take a quick shower and open the wardrobe to find the clothes I'm wearing tonight.
The actress in the movie was an assistant of some high executive who has being held hostage in her home because she is the only one with access to some very important data and the bad guys need access to that data, so the poor girl ended tied up and gagged in her own living room.
She was wearing a black short sleeve satin blouse with one red pencil skirt, sheer pantyhose and a pair of black pumps and her hair was a bun, showing her long neck.
I was already imagining myself struggling like that girl and my skirt going up while he watches me and turning him on, imagined he is my savior and taken me to our room to fuck me like this was our first time together.
I can't wait any longer so I hurry up to dress myself; fortunately, for me and him, I have garments way more sexy than the ones on the pretty actress in the movie. She looks pretty but so sober, and tonight I want to look like the most sexiest assistant in the world.
I pick up all the pieces I have in mind, I put on my strapless red wonder bra under my black long sleeve choker top, and it has an ample v-cut in front, barely covering my bra and I’m showing more way cleavage than the actress in the movie.
Then I choose a pair of nude crotchless suspender sheer tights, so, no need for a panties or a thong, I’m pretty sure that after he see how hot I look, he will not want to remove any of my garments before he fucks me. That way he has a free way straight to my pussy.
I slide in my tight high waisted bandage arched mini skirt and with a little effort I manage to close the zipper on the back of my waist, the high waist of the mini skirt is so tight that there's no need to wear any belt.
I choose my black sky high stiletto heels and buckle the ankle straps on my ankles and finish my hair in a ponytail with long side bangs, I didn’t want to waste time making a bun, but my long neck is at full view with the choker top. I put some light makeup, gold ear rings, pink lipstick and as a special touch for him, I put on a choker with the cameo with the red rose engraved on it that John gave me some time ago. He asks me to wear it sometimes.
I walk to check my reflection in the mirror and I was speechless, I looked fabulous.
Proudly of myself and way more than 15, I start walking down the stairs.
He was already waiting for me, sitting on the couch with a sports bag at his side that I had never see before and he already set up the scene just like the movie.
He moves everything that was in the center of the room and replaced with one metallic chair from the kitchen, right in front of the big flat screen.
He drops his jaw when he sees me. He stands up and took some time for him to stop admiring me, then, with a reverence, he shows me the chair. I walk in front of him and before I can turn myself to sit, he gave me a spank on my tight ass. He catches me by surprise and I jump. He just laughed and took my arm and lead me to sit, he walks behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and he began to kiss my neck.
I start to tremble with each kiss he gave me.
He speaks to me close to my ear, telling me how hot I look, dressed like that and ask me if I’m ready.
"Do your best!" I said an then he moves his hands down my arms and pulling softly behind my back, he puts together both of my wrists, palm to palm, and before I can say anything my wrists ended up securely tied behind the back rest of the chair.
I guess that he must have had a small rope in his pocket. He walks around and his crouch in front of me, puts his hands in my thighs and he took his time to slowly going up and down to my ankles, caressing all along my nylon clad legs, while he tells me how wonderful are my legs and how much he loves that I wear tights and high heels for him. Then he put my ankles together and begins tying them up with white cord.
I ask him from where he found those ropes while he keeps tying me, he cinched the rope between my ankles and passing the rope under the soles of my heels and again between my ankles, tightening the rope with a knot in front of the ropes.
He said all this rope is from his old camping stuff and this is the best use he could do to all this rope.
I tell him the ropes does not look like the ones that keep bound the girl from the movie, so, he asked me if is too tight.
I said, "No, not too much, very snug, but comfortable, I guess, but… "
He said if it's not too tight there is no problem, besides, he doesn't want to lose the bet.
I try to complain but he reminded me that I was supposed to be the best at escaping tight ropes, so what's the matter? He was right, I was the one who was full of confidence about escaping ropes. I try to use my charm on him, asking for mercy and to loose a little bit the ropes on me, but, he just smiled and shaking his head denying any pleas from me.
Then he pulled out of his pocket a pair of handkerchiefs and rolled it into one to form a big ball and asked me to open my mouth, I ask him why, there’s no need to gag me. He asks me if I remember the full state of the girl in the movie.
"Yes I do, she was gagged too", I said, "but I think isn't necessary and besides the one in the movie was just thin cloth between her teeth, it wasn’t that big".
He said, "You will be gagged the same way, but a real "cleave gag" needs some cloth inside my mouth to be really effective", and he reminds me again that I’m the best to escape, so, what’s the problem? he asked.
He shut me up with that, so, reluctantly, I open my mouth and he put the handkerchief inside my mouth, filling it, and with the other he made a knot in the middle and he put the knot between my teeth pushing even deeper the cloth inside my mouth, and finally, he make a tight knot behind my head.
He kisses me on my cheek and steps back admiring his work. I'm pretty sure I was given him quite a show, the way I was dressed, the pose of my body, bound and gagged like that.
He told me to begin to try to free myself, he has to go out for a moment, and he will be back in one hour, hoping it's enough time to free myself when he returns.
What? Why? I was so disappointed he wanted to leave me tied up like this and he doesn't want to be here to watch me struggle. Teasing him!
That's was the whole idea!
I try to complain, but the gag was muffling my voice so well. He put a hand behind his right ear and saying he can’t understand what I said, then, he turned and walk away.
I begin to struggle, very angry with him, but the ropes are very secure, there isn't any slack left to try to slide my hands between the ropes. I twisted my hand trying to reach the knot, but I can't find in with my fingers, maybe it is on the top of the ropes between my wrist.
Every intent to loosen the rope was in vain, the same happen with the rope in my ankles, very secure, I try to cross them to get a little slack, but the rope under my heels prevent me to do that, so I guess that's why he tied my feet and shoes like this. I wonder where he learned how to tie a girl like that. It seems he really knows what he is doing, and I start to get worried about losing the bet.
I try to slip from the chair and kneeling on the carpet to try to undo the rope on my ankles; my tight skirt keeps rolling up while I slip of the chair, 'Great' I think. 'I'm making a great show and nobody here to look at me, why he has to leave? Damnit!' The knot in my ankles was in front so I can't reach it with my bound hands.
Using the chair for support I stand up and I try to hop to the kitchen, but I remember the kind of shoes I’m wearing, my sky high heels, I kneel again to try to loosen the ankle straps from them but even if they don’t have ankle straps, I can't remove those from my feet because that rope under the heels.
I said again, he really knows how to tie a girl and make her completely helpless. I stand up again and very carefully and very slowly I try to hop towards the kitchen to find something sharp, maybe a knife to cut the rope, but when I finally arrive and open the drawer of the knifes I can't find anything, he must hidden all the knives and everything sharp. Damn it! He is smart.
I try to think where I can find a scissors, but the only ones I remember are in our bedroom, upstairs, I think is impossible I can reach the second floor without handrails and the steps of the stairs are made of wood, a little slippery with some kind of shoes, I have to descend very carefully those stairs when I wear high heels with leather soles, just like the ones I’m wearing right now, and I can’t jump each step with my ankles and wrist tied together. So helpless! I repeat to myself.
But maybe if I crawl all the way up? Yeah I'll try! And then again, very carefully and very slowly I hop towards the stairs, on the other side of the house. I began to feel tired but I have to make it, finally I reach the bottom of the stairs, and then I sat on the second step and I began to crawl.
After some time struggling to reach the end of the stairs, while I crawl one of my heels break a little piece of wood in the edge of one step and I lost contact with my feet, then I fell down acouple of steps but the spike edge on the broken step went through my black top, and when I push me up again the top rip a little down and the force of the pull let my breast fully exposed, only covered by the small bra. Now the top was stuck under my breast and bra, just like framing them!
By this time, I was almost completely exposed, even though how tight my skirt is, keeps rolling up to the top of my thighs, exposing the top of my crotchless suspender tights and my black top showing my red bra. I was close to the end of the second stairs when I hear the front door open.
Suddenly I feel panic. There's a possibility that person is not my husband! What if he didn’t lock the door? I just kept still, listening. After some time I hear the voice of him calling me from the bottom of the stair.
I can only mumble unintelligible words with that gag in my mouth but he was close enough to hear me.
New Experience · Part 1 (1/2)
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