Noreen's Amazing Deal (M/F)

[Brez510]

Hi guys, I'm Noreen. I know this is where to tell tie-up stories, so here I am.

For reference, I'm 5'8" with short black hair, light blue eyes, a medium build, and a chest a little larger than normal. I have a nice backside, but if one thing stands out, it's my legs. Everyone tells me I have beautiful, long legs!

I never got tied up playing games when I was a kid. I never really paid much attention to women getting tied up and gagged in the movies and on TV. Sort of never crossed my mind. 
 
A few years ago, I was looking for an apartment during my senior year of college. Everything was so expensive. 
 
One day, I was looking online and saw a place in a really nice neighborhood that was about half the going rate. It also said the apartment was redone with a new kitchen and bath. The pictures were beautiful. 
 
I thought the ad might be a scam, but I figured I had nothing to lose, so I drove over. 
 
I pulled up to a beautiful house. It looked so nice from the outside that I decided to look. 
 
The owner, Rachel, was so sweet. She was divorced and lived with her 19-year-old son, Greg. 
 
She showed me the place. It was the lower level of the house. It also had a private outdoor entrance and access to the backyard and pool. 
 
Rachel asked me what I thought. I told her it was magnificent but asked her why it was below market value. 
 
She told me that I might find a couple of things distracting.  First, she insisted that the inside door from the lower to the upper level of her house stay unlocked. She said she was paranoid that if her tenant had a medical issue or some other emergency, she might be unable to help quickly enough if the door was locked on the tenant's side. 
 
Well, that seemed a little overprotective, but I understood. 
 
The second distraction was her son Greg. She said he was a great guy and a real gentleman but had some hobbies that might upset a tenant. 
 
I remember thinking, what's the big deal if he plays his drums loud, lifts weights in his room, whatever. I was fine with a few minor distractions in exchange for half of the rent in the area. 
 
So, we agreed to make a deal, and I moved in. I loved the apartment.  
 
Then I remember it was a Wednesday night at about 9:00. I was on the couch watching TV, wearing a short purple satin nightie. I was half watching the TV and half dozing off. 
 
Suddenly, I felt a hand over my mouth. It was Rachel's son Greg. I was both shocked and scared. With one hand over my mouth, he put a finger to his lips with the other. 
 
He removed his hand, and I remained quiet. He didn't seem crazy; he was very tranquil, so I figured the best thing to do was play along. 
 
He had brought a duffle bag with him. He opened it up and took out three thin black silk scarves. He rolled me over on the couch face down and crossed my hands behind my back. He tied my wrists together. He then pulled my legs up at the knees, crossed my ankles, and tied them also. He drew the third scarf between my teeth and tied it behind my head. He took out his phone and took some pictures. He then flipped me on my back and took even more photos. 
 
After that, he grabbed his bag and left by the door I had been told never to lock. He probably went back to his room. 
 
It was bizarre. Greg never spoke, never touched me sexually; he was gentle. He just tied me up and gagged me, took some pictures, and left. 
 
It only took me a few minutes to get loose. Greg tied me well, but not tight enough to prevent me from ever escaping. 
 
I still had trouble comprehending what happened. Was this one of Greg's "distracting" hobbies that Rachel talked about? Is this why I was told never to lock my door from the apartment into her house? Should I tell her what happened? Should I move out?  
 
I went to sleep thinking of all these questions. 
 
I got up the following day and looked at my phone. There was a text from Greg. No message, just pictures of me tied and gagged that he took. 
 
I must say that I actually got a little turned on looking at myself as Greg's private bondage girl. 
 
I decided to leave things as they were, not tell Rachel, and move on. 
 
Nothing happened for the rest of the week. The following Wednesday night, I was out for drinks with some friends. I was wearing denim shorts, flip-flops, and a white T-shirt. I got home right around 9:00. 
 
I entered my bedroom, and a hand clamped tightly around my mouth. I was startled, but I knew it was Greg. Greg moved me over to my bed and placed me on my back. Again, Greg had one hand over my mouth and, with the other hand, put his finger to his lips. 
 
He had his duffle bag with him again. This time, he pulled out some coils of rope and a roll of white tape. 
 
Like the prior week, he didn't say a word. He tied my wrists together behind my back. He crossed my ankles and tied my legs together. He took another rope and also tied my legs right above my knees. He pulled my legs up and tied another rope to my ankles and then took the end of that coil and tied it to my wrists. I was hogtied. I was tied up a little tighter than the week before. Greg ripped off a piece of the white tape and placed it over my lips. 
 
Like the week before, he took pictures, packed his duffle bag, and left, never saying a word. 
 
I lay on the bed, squirmed, and struggled, trying to get loose. I tried screaming into my gag and yelling to no avail. I liked the feel of the ropes, the helplessness, and the inability to communicate through the gag. It was a real turn-on. 
 
It took me quite a while to fall asleep. It became evident that Greg planned on making me his private damsel in distress every Wednesday at 9 PM. I was becoming more than happy to oblige. 
 
When I woke up the next morning, Greg texted me pictures without a written note—just the photos. 
 
I was obsessed with the following Wednesday during the next few days. I was constantly thinking about scenarios where I could end up being bound and gagged. 
 
I imagined I was a secretary alone in the office. A thief comes in to rob the safe. He ties me up and gags me. 
 
I like sexy things, but not necessarily to wear in public. This was my opportunity to do that in the privacy of my own home.  
 
I ordered a really short red mini skirt online, 5" spiked heels, and a tight blouse that could show my cleavage. 
 
The items came on a Tuesday. I tried everything on. I looked really hot. 
 
Wednesday came, and I couldn't wait until 9:00. I put on my outfit around 8:45, went outside, and sat on the patio until before 9. 
 
I entered my apartment, using my fertile imagination to believe that my house was my office and that I was the secretary coming in early to prepare things for the day. 
 
I walked near a small hallway that led to my bathroom and bedroom. 
 
Just as I passed the bathroom, I was grabbed and hand gagged. Greg did not say a word as usual. I imagined that he was the thief looking for the safe. 
 
He kept one hand around my mouth and the other around my waist and walked on into the small dining room of the apartment. 
 
He removed his hand and sat me in a dining room chair. He took rope and handkerchiefs out of his duffle bag. 
 
He tied my wrists to the chair. He then crossed my ankles and tied them. He did the same to my knees. He ran a rope through the slats in the back of the chair and around both the top and bottom of my breasts. 
 
Greg placed one handkerchief around my mouth and tied it tightly behind my neck. He took the other white handkerchief and blindfolded me. 
 
I kept on imagining that I was the bound and gagged secretary who came to work early only to be captured by a thief opening the safe. 
 
While Greg was getting his things together, I used the sounds to imagine it was the thief loading the money from the safe into his duffle bag. I heard Greg leave and thought the thief had finally left. I fought my bonds, trying to get loose. I mumbled through my over-the-mouth gag…. Mmmmmph… mph. 
  
After about 20 minutes, I got loose. I was wet imagining I was the secretary in distress with the sexy outfit on.   
 
The funny thing is that Greg remained focused on tying me up and nothing more. Whether I wore a nightie, shorts, flip flops, or sexy outfits, it didn't make a difference to him. He just wanted the end result of me being tied and gagged. 
 
As usual, he took more pictures and sent them to me the following day. 
 
Over the next several months, I played many damsels in distress, role-playing in my imagination. I was a detective, a kidnap victim, a nurse, and many others, always dressed in sexy, revealing outfits. 
 
Little did Greg know how much enjoyment this gave me. 
 
After about nine months or so, Rachel came to see me to let me know that Greg had moved out of state to take a job with his father's company. Rachel's ex had moved out of state when they divorced. 
 
It was devastating to me to miss my Wednesday fantasy nights.  
 
And that was my introduction to role-playing scenarios and tie-up games. 
 
Oh, I forgot to tell you. Once Greg left, Rachel told me I could keep the door locked and that the rent would be raised.

I decided to leave.  
 
So much for cheap deals! 

Since that first encounter, I have been in other predicaments over the last few years. Maybe I will tell you sometime.

[laz]

Nice tale

[SilverLinings]

Super fun and sexy read, and well written, thanks for sharing! I love the first person narrator to make it sound like a true story, too!

[brasileira2]

Very nice story. Hogtied is a special feeling.