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Weekend of Surprises
by WSoxWin (wsoxwin@aol.com)
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A couple like to play at bondage, she even more than he.
(MF, bd)
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Author's Note: This story made possible by Krista and
Jay. Thanks for the inspiration.
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Well, here I am again, not that I don't deserve it, I
do, and actually I like it! I'm tied in almost a ball-
tie with a white ball gag in my mouth. My boyfriend says
it looks good against my red lips. It also matches the
white lingerie that I am wearing.
My boyfriend always likes to tie me up a garter belt and
stockings, or any lingerie, for that matter. My hands
are bound behind my back, palm to palm with a rope that
goes around my waists, and through my crotch. My upper
arms are bound with my elbows rather close together.
There are also ropes above and below my breast holding
my arms tightly to my body. My legs are tied with soft
cotton rope at my thighs, above and below my knees, and
at my feet. This rope also ties my high heels onto my
feet and is connected to my hands about four inches
away. This really isn't that uncomfortable, even with
the rope that goes from my knees to the 'D' ring of the
2 inch collar around my neck, pulling me into a tight
ball, I sure am glad that I am flexible.
I was blindfolded with a leather disc blindfold, white
of course to match my outfit, but my boyfriend removed
it, gave me the remote control to the television, and
told me to enjoy. The remote fell on the floor a while
ago as I was squirming and struggling here on the bed.
Wondering how I got myself into this position!
Well, here goes...
It all started yesterday at the restaurant where I work
as a waitress. Actually it's more of a soda parlor.
Burgers and fries, hot dogs, ice cream sundaes, and the
like. It is a nice family restaurant, and a not too bad
place to work, except for the ridiculous waitress
uniforms that we have to wear. They are not obscenely
short, but short enough that we have to wear bloomers to
keep anything from showing should we bend over.
They say the waitress that forget their bloomers get the
best tips. The uniforms are red one piece outfits, with
puffy sleeves trimmed with white lace, as are the
collars and the hem of the shirts. They are fairly tight
to wear, and even make my body look good.
The skirts are of a cheerleader fashion, fairly short,
with red and white striped aprons which tie in a big bow
in the back. The whole place has the decor the 20's or
30's. If this is how they dressed then, I am glad to be
living in the nineties! Sometimes the manager has to
throw out some of the misfits, that buy a cup of coffee,
and stay for three hours. To watch us parade around in
our short skirts.
More than one person has been caught doing other things
besides reading behind his newspaper. I work the swing
shift, from eleven a.m. to eight p.m., with an hour
lunch break that I rarely see. It isn't really a bad
shift. I don't have to get up early, and it is just
getting dark when I get off work, so the entire evening
isn't shot. The other waitresses, staff and managers are
a pretty good lot. The average age of the employees is
21. I am one of the older ones at age 24 which brings me
to another subject.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Mindy, I am 24 and
waitressing while looking for a job in my true career of
accounting. I graduated college last year and have been
working here while putting in applications ever since. I
live in a pretty good area with my boyfriend Rich. Rich
is a VCR repairman, and a good guy. The best one I've
found so far.
He is kind and understanding and little bit muscular. He
isn't the best I've ever had in bed, but he is quite
good, and quite interesting at times, such as now! I am
in pretty good shape for my height and weight. My
breasts may be a little bit too small, and I may be a
little bit overweight, but I haven't had any complaints.
I have shoulder length brown hair. Anyway back to
yesterday at work.
I had just punched out and said goody-bye to the night
shift. It was about 8:15 p.m. on a Friday night, so I
was going to try to rush home and persuade Rich to take
me out somewhere. I left through the back door and
started for the employee lot, when a hand clamped over
my mouth and a strong grip pulled my arms behind my
back.
I was startled, but not overly concerned, when I thought
I heard Rich disguising his voice, hissing, "Don't turn
around, and don't make a sound." I just stood still
quietly as I felt handcuffs lock around my wrists. a
dark silk scarf was then wrapped around my eyes twice
and then tied behind my head.
The assailant grabbed my upper right arm and said, "This
way." I was forced out into the parking lot, taking
small steps, being unsure of the footing because of the
blindfold. The strong arm of my kidnapper almost seemed
to hold me up as it guided me across the parking lot.
Suddenly we stopped, and I was pushed face down into the
back seat of a vehicle that I didn't recognize. When I
was halfway in, I was forced down onto my stomach and I
felt a knee in the center of my back, It was not
painful, but I could not get up.
I heard the raspy voice say, "Shush!" as I tried to ask
what was going on. He then proceeded to fumble with the
bow from my apron. He slid my hands through the loops,
pulling the ends tight, trapping my hands in the bow.
The ends were then tied, looped around my wrists and
cinched up in between with the tips tied up where my
fingers couldn't reach them, I know, I thought knew for
sure that this was my boyfriend Rich because he loved to
tie my hands like this whether in my waitress uniform,
playing French maid, or just wearing an apron to cook a
meal.
He knew that if tied right, the apron strings kept my
hands behind me, but also kept my hands bound tightly to
my waist. Then I felt the hand cuffs being removed. I
played the game and obeyed quietly. The strong arms
pulled me out of the car, closed the back door, and
opened the front passenger door.
With one of his hands on the top of my head, and one on
my arm, I was guided into the front seat of the car.
After he swung my legs and feet in, I felt the waist
belt and shoulder harness being buckled over me and into
place. I then felt the hand cuffs being double locked
onto my ankles, so they wouldn't tighten up.
"Don't tear my stockings," I said in mock terror.
That was the wrong move I found out. Next thing I knew,
a cloth is being forced into my mouth, and another
scarf, with a knot tied in the center is being forced
between my teeth, and then tied underneath my hair, at
the nape of my neck. "No!" I screamed into the gag, but
it was too late, it came out like "mmmppphh."
"No more noise!" the voice hissed. As if I could make
any sound now if I wanted to.
Then I felt him tying a rope to the handcuffs on my
ankles, and pulling it under the seat, pulling my feet
securely underneath. He used the free end of the rope to
wrap around me and the seat several times before tying
it off. This was totally unnecessary, because I was
already not leaving this automobile without his consent,
I was his captive.
I squirmed and struggled, but I was definitely stuck,
and finally settled in and tried to get a bit more
comfortable. My door closed, and then I heard the
driver's door open. He got in and put on his belt. I
heard the car start.
The first thing I noticed, as he was backing out of the
stall, was that the car radio was tuned to the oldies
station, which Rich usually didn't listen to. I was also
baffled, even though Rich liked to play games, whose car
was this, and even though it was dark, how did he think
he could get away with driving a bound and gagged woman
through the center of town? Not to mention blindfolded.
Wouldn't other drivers find this strange?
After we had been on the road for what seemed to be 15
minutes, and we had made so many turns, that I had no
idea where we were at. I made some noise into my gag,
because our house was only about 5 minutes away. I felt
a hand squeeze my left breast, not hard enough to hurt,
but hard enough to wake up my nipple, that was jutting
out the fabric of my uniform and bra, and give it a
slight tug.
The voiced hissed, "Quite!" in almost a whisper, and
then I felt a pinch, It didn't hurt as much as get my
attention, which what it was meant to do I think.
I involuntarily let out a yelp into my gag. At that time
I felt a pinch and heard, "No noise!" again, we went
back and forth three or four times with each pinch
getting harder and longer, until I decided to hold my
tongue. After driving for what seemed like an eternity,
though it was probably only another 15 minutes or so,
with my left nipple throbbing and wanting more
attention, I felt a hand slip up under my skirt and
apron and try to spread my legs.
I acted like I didn't want the hand there and squeezed
my thighs together tightly. The car was them pulled over
to the corner of the road. I believe the we were in a
remote area because I had stopped hearing other vehicles
awhile back. I heard the driver's side door open, and he
gets out, and then I feel my door opened.
Suddenly, I feel hands on my panties, and bloomers as
they are yanked out from under me and pulled down to the
hand-cuffs around my ankles. I started squirming and
twisting in my bonds, and squealed into my gag. The
thumb and forefinger soon went to work on my right
nipple signaling me to be quiet.
I yielded as I felt a rope tied around my right thigh
just above the knee. The rope was them run around the
back of the seat to my left leg, pulled tight, and then
tied off, leaving me spread wide open. I squirmed again
and howled into the gag as I felt a hand on my pussy. I
tried to close my legs to no avail.
Everything was happening way too fast. I excited but a
little bit scared. I moved away as much as I could,
which wasn't much, as the hands groped me. All of the
sudden the knot was pulled out of my mouth, the packing
was removed and I felt lips on mine, a tongue invaded my
mouth. I almost bit it off, but I recognized the taste,
it was Rich after all.
"Feeling feisty tonight Baby?" he said, finally using
his regular voice. He then kissed me again deeply, as I
sucked in his tongue passionately. He started to nibble
my lips and dart his tongue in and out of my mouth. I
opened my mouth to receive his tongue again, but instead
I got only the scarf stuffed back into my mouth, and the
knot returned tightly between my teeth.
I tried to speak his name, and tell him not to stop, but
it was too late. He then stated, "I want to make sure
that you are good and horny when we get home," and with
that he leans me forward as far as the ropes under my
breast will allow, and unzips my uniform down the back
to the rope.
I struggled and begged into the gag as he started to
undo the clasp of my front latch bra. As my breasts
sprang free, he started to massage them and said, "Don't
worry Hun, the windows are tinted all the way around, no
one will see you unless you're bad and I have to turn on
the dome light."
"No!" I squeaked into my gag as he closes my door and
gets in his side of the car.
"The drive home is about a half hour," he said. "I'm
sure you'll enjoy the ride." On the way home, he
alternated between pulling and pinching my throbbing
nipples and playing with my drenched pussy, sliding one
and sometimes two fingers deep into my slit as I moaned
into my gag. I was helpless, his prisoner, and there was
nothing I could do but enjoy it, and that I did.
About thirty minutes and 5 orgasms later, we pulled into
our driveway. I heard the garage door go up, and then
down again after we had pulled in. Rich came around to
my side of the car and opened my door. He untied me from
the seat and took off my seatbelt.
He unlocked the hand-cuffs from my ankles, he swung my
legs out of the car, and took my undies and bloomers off
of my ankles. He used theses to clean up the wetness on
my legs and the seat of the car from my juices over
flowing. "Wait here," he said. What else could I do? He
went into the house and returned shortly.
"Lift your chin," he said.
I obeyed, and felt him buckle a two inch leather collar
around my neck. Then he attached a chain leash to it.
Using the leash, he helped me to stand next to the car.
Kneeling between my legs, he gave my mound a few licks
and pecks, and my knees almost gave out. Sensing this he
stopped, and with a jingle of steel and chain, he had
double-locked ankle shackles onto my feet.
He stood and said, "Let's go inside."
I felt silly. Feet shackled, juiced running down my
inner thighs, my hands secured to my waist by my apron,
uniform half off, breasts hanging out, gagged,
blindfolded, and being led by a leash like a dog. I
followed him in - horny as Hell!
When we got inside the house Rich stopped me in the
kitchen. I had been taking baby steps because I couldn't
see and he seemed a little bit irritated by this. "Sit,"
he said, as I felt one of the kitchen chairs pushed
gently into the back of my knees, to let me know it was
there. I sat down and heard Rich pull a chair next to
me.
I felt the knot being pried from within my mouth, and
them packing being pulled out, and then he untied the
scarf from behind my head. I was glad to be rid of that,
at least for awhile. "May I have a glass of water?" I
asked.
"Certainly my lady," Rich replied in a rather gallant
tone. As he got up to get the water, I tried to rub the
blindfold off using my shoulder. It was no use, he had
tied it tight. He helped me drink the glass of water,
and when I was done he asked me rather off handedly,
"What do you want to do tonight?"
"Well," I replied, "This is a good start."
"It is still early," he replied. "You mean to tell me
that you don't want to go out this evening?"
"I want to be with you," I replied.
"Sshh," he said as he put a finger to my lips. "Tell me
the truth, didn't you want to go out?"
"Well... yes I did, I guess," I stammered.
"Do you still want to go?" he asked.
"Only if we can play afterwards," I replied.
"I don't see why we can't play before, during and
after," Rich said. And with that it was decided that we
were going out, we decided we would go to a place called
Club Disaster. It was an up and coming place for
everyone from recycled punk rockers to rebelling
yuppies.
"You're a mess," Rich said as he kissed me deeply again
and suddenly my desire to go out was fading by the
minute.
I reached up to pull him close, only to realize that my
hands were still tied to my body by my apron. I broke
off the kiss and said, "Could you please release my
hands, kind sir?" in my best cockney accent. Figuring
that he had to untie me eventually so that we could get
ready.
"Certainly, my dear," he replied, doing about as awful a
job with the accent as I had. He stood me up, and then
kissed me again, probing deep into my mouth with his
tongue. He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them,
pulling me close to him in an embrace. My breast rubbed
against his cotton shirt and my nipple sprang to life.
We kissed and let our tongue explore each other's mouths
for a few minutes. "You are a mess," Rich said, as we
broke off our kiss, and with that he turned me around.
"I love when you are helpless like this, you know that
don't you?" he said.
"Yes, I do," I replied. "I love you, and with that I
gave his balls a little squeeze with one of my bound
hands. He just sort of let out a purr.
I felt him untying my hands from the apron. "Hold
still," he said, and I did.
Soon my hands were free. I brought them around in front
of me and massaged my wrists. They had been tied for at
least an hour and a half. Luckily the apron was made
from a soft cotton material. I felt the apron come
loose, and my uniform tumble down around my feet.
I reached up to undo the blindfold only to hear Rich
say, "Not yet," as he eased my bra down off of my arms.
"Do you really want it off?" he asked.
"No, I guess not," I replied.
Then I felt him pull my arms behind me and handcuff them
in place. "Step out," I heard and then a tug on the
leash. I stepped out of my uniform, which was laying at
my ankles.
"Let's go," he said. And then another tug as he lead me
into the living room. I hope the blinds are drawn, I
think, but I am sure they are, Rich would never do
anything to embarrass me, in front of other people. We
stop and Rich helps me to kneel up on the coffee table.
I am confused. What is he going to do now?
"Spread your legs," he commands, and I spread them as
best I can. "Open your mouth," he says as I hear a
drawer to one of the end tables open.
I obey, opening my mouth wide, as I feel a penis gag
filling my mouth. It is a large one, but I am used to
it. After he gets it situated in my mouth and asked me
if it all right, he then tightens the straps behind my
head. I then feel a hand between my legs followed by
Rich's tongue. He starts a slow, leisurely swirl along
the outside of my lips biting and nibbling as he goes
darting his tongue in and out, every once in a while.
I am wet in an instant, moaning into my gag, wondering
how long I am going to be able to keep my balance. He
teases me with a bite here and nip there, ever so gently
caressing my swollen clit with his tongue. Then he stops
and lets me cool down for a bit before starting again.
Each time he stops I am hotter that the time before,
sometimes he just grabs my clit with his lips and holds
it, or spreads my lips and blows on me. I am slowly
losing my mind! I try to reach around with my cuffed
hands and push his head farther into my bush but one of
his arms stops me and holds my hands where they are.
This is his game, and I guess I'll have to play it at
his pace. I alternate between screaming into the penis
gag and sucking on it, imagining that it is him in my
mouth, and not a four inch piece of latex rubber. Slowly
but surely he picks up the pace. He has let my hands go
and is massaging my breasts as his tongue goes deeper
and deeper into me. Faster and faster.
I can feel the immense heat between my legs, and I can
feel the orgasm building, until it is like I see a white
light behind the blindfold. For a few moments my whole
world becomes the orgasm as I scream into the gag. As my
body convulses a few last times, I fall over, collapsing
on top of Rich. He catches me and holds me tight in his
arms. He tenderly removes the gag, and after my
breathing returns to normal, he stands me back up,
steadying me carefully.
"Do you want the blindfold off?" he asks.
"Lead me," I calmly state.
He leads me to the foot of the stairs, using the leash.
Then he gently tales my arm and helps me up to the
second floor bathroom. "No time for a bath tonight," he
says as he turns on the shower and removes my collar and
leash. I understand that time is tight but I really do
love it when he bathes me. I hear him taking off his
clothes and I realize that I won't be untied for the
shower either.
When he is naked and the water is just the right
temperature, he lifts me into the tub and then follows
me in. The water feels so good as he uses the soapy
sponge to find every nook and crevice of my body,
washing me clean.
"That feels so good," I moan with pleasure. "Let me do
you."
To my surprise, he reached out of the shower, gets his
keys and unlocks my wrists, relocking them in front of
me. He puts the soap in one of my hands and the sponge
in the other. Kissing me deeply on the lips, and then a
peck on the forehead. "Think you can do it in the
dark?," he dares.
"Not a problem," I smugly reply. Even though I am
blindfolded, I know his body as well as, if not better,
that I know my own.
I soap him up real good, taking special care around his
nipples and then his cock and balls, knowing that he is
loving every moment of it. "Shampoo please, and kneel?"
I ask. This is necessary because he is nearly six foot,
and I am only five foot five.
"Didn't I just do this?" he comments slyly as he hands
me the shampoo and complies.
"Feel free to do all the exploring you like while your
down there," I giggle as I lather up his hair. He
responds by planting a small peck on my bush and
tickling the backs of my knees.
"Hey, no fair!" I squeak. "No tickling the master
hairstylist while she is at work. Stand up and rinse
off."
He stood up and rinsed off then turned me around and
started to take the blindfold off me. "Keep your eyes
closed or you'll get shampoo in your eyes," he states as
he started to lather my scalp. I kept waiting for him to
lock my hands behind my back again but he didn't.
When he was done with my hair I put my cuffed hands
around his neck and opened my eyes and whispered, "I
love you Rich," as we tenderly embraced. Before I knew
it the moment was broken as he scooped me out of the
tub. He stood me up and started to dry me off with a big
fluffy towel. When he was done I dried him off.
He said, "Times a wastin' baby. Why don't you start
getting ready while I order a pizza."
"But Rich," I whined. I knew that I could do my hair and
makeup handcuffed, I had done it before, and he was gone
anyway.
After I dried myself a little more, I put my hair up in
a ponytail and got started on my makeup. Every time I
moved, the jingle of the chain between my ankles would
send a shiver between my legs. I almost started to touch
myself, but finished my makeup and started to blow dry
my hair.
I got my hair just right and looked at my nails. The red
I had painted my nails to match my uniform would go
quite nicely with the outfit That I had planned for
tonight. They were in pretty good shape, so I left them
alone without a touch-up.
I went to our bedroom and looked through my closet for
just the outfit that I wanted to wear this evening. I
knew that my leather outfits turned Rich on, but then
again, what didn't turn him on. I found the perfect
match. A black leather mini-skirt, that wasn't short
enough to be called a micro-mini but short enough to
display my legs nicely. I paired this with a black
leather halter top that I had. It laced up the front and
had shoulder straps that buckled in place.
I looked sexy, but not slutty, and it also gave the look
of a one-piece leather dress. I got out a black teddy
with attached garter, some black seamed stockings, and I
was ready to go. Except that my Boy-Toy needed to unlock
me. I went downstairs, he had already gotten dressed
while I was doing my make-up, to find him black slacks
and a dark casual shirt, we should match nicely I
thought. "Can you unlock me please?" I asked. "So I can
get dressed."
"What are you going to wear?" he inquired.
"That's for me to know and you to find out after you
unlock me," I replied with a sparkle in my eyes.
He unlocked my hands and feet. After giving him a quick
kiss, I went up to get ready. I put on the outfit I
picked out, adding a pair of black heels and a gold
necklace, with a matching ankle bracelet to the
ensemble. When I came downstairs he was watching TV and
I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
"You look great Honey," he stammered.
"I know," I replied confidently. The doorbell rang and
Rich went to pay the pizza man, as I went to the kitchen
to pour some sodas. He came into the kitchen and set the
pizza on the counter and said, "How's cheese and
pepperoni, baby?"
I didn't even see the handcuffs as he deftly pulled my
arms behind me. I was soon sat in a chair at the table
with my hands cuffed behind me and a piece of rope
around my waist holding me in place.
"Come on Babe, we don't have time for this," I said.
"Sure we do," he stated," he said, "you eat like a
snail," and he started to feed me a piece of pizza. I
just gave in and ate, I knew he was right. After a few
slices of pizza we were almost ready to go.
"Untie me please," I asked.
He let me loose from the chair and I bent over and gave
him a peck on the lips. "And now the cuffs please," I
asked.
"No, I think with you looking as hot as you do," he
said. "I had better keep you under lock and key for the
time-being."
"Rich," I whined, "This isn't fair!"
"What isn't fair?" he said. "You know that I have my
brothers car with the tinted windows."
"But Rich!" I squeaked.
"You know what happens to whiners," he said. I did, but
I kept it up anyway. Soon rich produced a red rubber
ball on a black leather strap.
"I'll be good," I promised, as I closed my mouth
tightly.
"Open wide," he said.
"Uh, uh," I mumbled through clenched teeth. A quick
couple of pokes to my ribs and my mouth sprang open.
Rich knows all my ticklish spots, as well as I know his.
He quickly popped the ball into my mouth and pulled it
behind my teeth. He pulled the straps behind my head,
and after checking that is was in all right, he buckled
the straps securely behind my head. He then pulled my
hair out of the strap and adjusted it so it wouldn't
mess up my hair.
I knew what was coming next, as my mouth got used to the
fullness of the gag. I felt him double locking the ankle
shackles onto my ankles. He then checked their
tightness, and double locked the handcuffs onto my
wrists so they wouldn't tighten when I sat on them. He
looked at me and said, "I love you so much, you look
spectacular Baby."
I could see that horny look in his eyes. I know he loves
it when I wear a ball-gag. He really likes them,
especially the harness type that goes over the head and
has a chin strap. But that would have messed up my hair,
how thoughtful of him. He thought ball gags were sexy. I
thought I looked like a fish while wearing one, from the
Polaroid pictures he has taken of me while I have been
tied up.
But there I was dressed sexy as can be in tight black
leather, shackles and hand cuffed, and the way he was
looking at me, maybe I did feel sexy wearing a ball gag.
"Let's go," he said, as he helped me to the car and put
me in the passenger's seat. He put my seat-belt on and
closed my door. He then went around to his side and get
in. He closed his door, put on his belt and started the
car. He opened the garage door and started to back out.
Here I go again I thought, looking hot, feeling horny
and definitely harnessed...
END
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