GIVE ME WHAT I LIKE (M/F)

[ropeladygags]

***Wrote this last night. Putting it under the adults section just to be safe, but it would probably be okay under the everyone category. Hope you like it. I honestly wouldn't mind being Nadia in this situation.***


A wife who gets what she wants from her husband

I, Nadia, enjoy being tied up and tightly gagged. I know that sounds weird, and, for some, slightly crazy. I can’t explain it. I don’t know why. There is something about the feel of cotton rope against the skin of my wrists and hands that turns me on. Also, I enjoy the feeling of the ropes embracing me tightly around several parts of my body. Lastly, the sensation of adhesive against my mouth, working to hold my lips shut just adds to the thrill of knowing that I am unable to move or speak. Then, when someone I love works their magic between my legs, sending orgasmic sensations through my body, I take pleasure in the notion that I am completely vulnerable to their power over me, unable to escape and only capable of making muffled sounds from behind a well crafted gag.

My husband, Landon, knows this about me, and he knows how to make me happy, if you will. He is seconds from doing such a thing as I find myself standing before a full length mirror in the unfinished basement of our house. He is preparing all of the necessary materials to tie me up because, at dinner, I had asked him if he would do me the honor. After consuming his forkful of food, he had given me a smirk and eyebrow dance that told me everything I wanted to know.

“You will be in a simple tank top and shorts, understood? I want you to feel the ropes against your skin.” He had said. I had happily obliged.

I look at that very attire on me now as my image is reflected in the mirror. Behind me I see the wood support beam in the middle of our cement floor basement and wonder if Landon will utilize it in his actions of subduing me. I hug myself and rub my arms from the coolness of the basement which is made more intense by the blasting air conditioner. Once Landon starts binding me, the cold feeling will quickly go away.

“Stay where you are.” His voice comes from the top of the stairs, his steps heavy against each step as he descends. When I see him approached from behind, in his hands he is carrying a large plastic tub with a lid labeled “adult toys”. My coy smile remains on my face even after he drops the box loudly in the floor.

He comes up behind me and, pulling my arms behind me, works his left arm between them and my back, and holding them tightly against his body. With his other hand, he embraces me around the front, covering my mouth with his and whispering in my ear,

“You’ve been a very bad girl. You need a time out. Do you agree with this assessment?”

I moan with pleasure and nod. He continues,
“Well, this time out is going to be special. I’m going to make sure to tie you up nice and tight so you can’t ever leave the time out. And, guess what else?” When I don’t speak or mumble anything back, he continues, “I’m gonna make sure you are nice and tightly gagged too. How does that sound?” He removes his hand from my mouth.

“That sounds absolutely delightful.” I say.

“Oh, you enjoy being tied up. Well, then, go stand by the beam over there with your back up against it.”

I follow his order immediately and stand waiting for his next move. The mirror approaches as he pushes it from its current position to remain only a few feet from me. I stare into the reflection and watch as my husband begins his work. To my right, he sets the box with the lid removed and digs in it for a bundle of black rope. In the mirror I see his hands reach out and grab mine as I am forced against the beam, my hands are pulled around the wood and my wrists crossed behind it near the small of my back. The cotton rope touches my skin and I feel the strands begin to bind them together, each revolution holding them tighter than the last. As soon as he has finished winding six loops horizontally, I notice in the mirrors reflection that the length of rope gets smaller as he continues. This time I feel the binding material go vertically, cinching the already tight loops even tighter as he creates rope cuffs that will be impossible to escape. The sound of the rope pulling into a well secured knot tickles my eardrums and I know I am now trapped.

As Landon reaches for his next set of ropes, I test his work of binding my wrists by trying to rotate my hands around and pulling my elbows out. Neither motion is successful. He has bound me very effectively. I look at myself in the mirror now, with my hands effectively hidden behind me and the beam, and my husband kneels at my feet. He holds an even longer rope in his hands and, folding it at the middle, creates a loop which he feeds between the beam and my ankles. With the other ends of the ropes, he feeds them through his makeshift loop and pulls until my ankles are pressed tightly together and the cotton rope pulls tightly at my skin. By doing this he creates a double band, binding me faster and more effectively. After winding the rope five times me just above my feet, he takes the rest of the rope and continues his revolutions in the same area, but makes sure to go behind the beam in order to secure me to it as well. A knot is pulled tight and secured and he reaches into the box again.

I am excited to see in the mirror his work of immobilizing my hands and feet and I begin to struggle against the bonds. Landon chuckles and looks me up and down, knowing that there is no way I will break free.

“Just wait, I’ll show you. I’ll escape.” Is at playfully as I continue to pull against the ropes, feeling them press harder against my skin.

“Whatever you say, my dear. I haven’t finished yet. You will not be able to move once I’m done.”

Another long strand of black rope appears from behind the beam and presses tightly against my abdomen. Landon shuffles it up higher and I feel my breasts lift. I don’t notice the sensation of the rope against my arms and watch in the mirror as this rope is fed between my torso and arms and around the wood a total of six times, binding me to beam first. Then, Landon feeds the rope under my armpit on my left and the rope crosses over my chest, pressing my breasts down. As I watch him add four more strands, I also notice my breasts becoming more pronounced and perky, as if he is creating a rope bra.

I am tightly embraced by rope at this point and my ability to wiggle is greatly diminished. Looking down, I take inventory of the intricate web of bindings holding me to the beam. The fifth band goes over my left shoulder and hangs there for a moment. Landon walks around and stops in front of me, taking the rope in his fingers. Working it under the bands over my chest, he then works it over and then behind the lower collection of strands and pulls it forcefully up between my breasts, creating a V shape. The tightness increases and the rope disappears behind me as it is secured.

“See? Harder to move isn’t it? And I’m still not done. Is I’m going to pin your wrists to the pole.”

The rope he carries now is thicker, but appears just as long as the others. With the coil in one hand, he opens his arms as if he is about to embrace me and reaches around behind the beam to grab the coil with his other hand. I look down and watch as more and more bands of rope are pulled across my waist. The pressure against my wrists increases up to the final tenth revolution of rope and I can no longer rotate my hands. Landon works quickly to secure the rope in front of me where he knows I cannot reach to undo it.

The basement fills with the sounds of me grunting and struggling. My legs are the only things I can move in the slightest. They bend marginally back and forth almost like I’m riding a bicycle and the beam creaks against my attempts at freedom. Landon chuckles again as he reaches into the bin for a couple more items that I can’t see. I don’t pay much attention as my efforts are focused on loosening the ropes that bind me. I am grossly unsuccessful.

Landon stops in front of me and, gripping my chin, lifts my head to make eye contact with me.

“You’ve tied me up very well. But I still think I can get out.”

Landon smiled and shook his head, looking at me not mockingly, but with sincere admiration,

“You have fun trying. I am not done tying you but, I want to continue in silence. You can talk too well, so I am doing the last step early.” He held up a roll of black vinyl duct tape and small, yellow sponge. “Time to gag you, my love.”

I look back at him mischievously and extend my neck out as far as I can to get close to him.

“Bring it.” I whisper confidently.

“Very well. Are you going to be a good girl for once and open your mouth for me?” He is right in front of me now, his nose touching mine, his eyes staring down into mine. I lift my chin up, trying to appear confident and slowly open my mouth. My husband smiles, slides the sponge over my tongue and then forces my mouth closed by slapping his hand forcefully over it. I mumble a sound of surprise, my eyes wide.

“Are you going to keep it in there or do I have to put a strip of tape there before I start gagging you for real?”

I narrow my eyes at him and dramatically bite down even arder on the sponge as he takes his hand away. Tilting his head, he smirks,

“Very well.”

His fingers grip the small flap of tape that had been pulled off the roll and yanks hard until a band of tape about a foot and a half long is held up tightly right before my eyes. The high pitched zipping sound reaches my ears and my heart rate increases with excitement. The gag is always my favorite part. The adhesive against my lips and face turns me on like nothing else. In anticipation, I press my lips together, making the sponge disappear completely into my mouth. I watch the tape as it is brought closer and closer until finally the satisfying sensation of the adhesive sealing my lips shut makes me moan with pleasure and close my eyes. Keeping my eyes shut, I feel Landon pulling the tape farther to the right, causing my lips to move with it slightly until he smooths it down as he brings the roll around the back of my head. The pressure increases as he closes the circle of tape back over my mouth from the left. He does one more revolution increasing the tension and making it harder for me to wiggle my jaw and impossible to move my lips in any way.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm kmmmmmmmmmmp. Gmmmmmmmmmmng.” my moan is long and deep.

Landon smiles, “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

I open my eyes and see the tape roll go around to my right again. Landon pushes the tape harder against my mouth, making the back of my head press against the beam. Four times I see the tape go around my mouth and jaw, sealing my mouth shut even more and cementing my head to the beam. After I hear the tape tearing from the roll, I feel Landon’s hands pressing against my mouth, smoothing the tape over it and I moan loudly with immense pleasure. This man knows how to give me what I want.

“Nighty night,” he whispers in my ear. I am unsure what he means as I open my eyes just in time to see a black scarf cover them and get tied behind the beam. “Time for me to finish tying you up. Then I’m gonna leave you to think about what you’ve done and how you will be a good girl moving forward.”

I can only sense what is going on with sound and touch. Some shuffling in the bin is followed by the sensation of more rope tightening around my legs, just below my knees. As the first strand tightens, I count as he adds more rope bit by bit. One, two, three, four, five. The rope is cinched tightly and then I feel the same sensation at my thighs. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight bands hold my thighs together and against the wooden beam. The tying is completed by adding six more bands around my shins.

At this moment I am more bound and gagged than I have been in the past. My mind processes all of the sensations of rope binding the different parts of my body and the fact that I cannot move whatsoever. I focus on the stickiness of the tape holding my mouth shut and the words I begin to mumble trapped inside. The pleasure begins to build inside me as I hear my husband say,

“Now, you will stay in your time out and think about what you’ve done. I will come back in an hour. Have fun.”

The blindfold is removed as he adds, “I forgot you like to see yourself. My gift to you.”

The sound of his footsteps reach my ears as he goes up the stairs, leaving me to try to struggle and moan in my tied up and gagged state. I watch myself struggle in the mirror. What I am unable to say to him or anyone else because of the tape gag is that I absolutely love it.

[laz]

enjoyable tale

[Dpsiic]

Another great story, well written. Very jealous of the husband here.

[TightsBound]

Loved this! Very well written and descriptive. You had me jealous of both the binder and the bindee. Thanks for writing!

[slackywacky]

Great story. Well detailed and it is not very difficult to imagine what Nadia is feeling. Well done!

[GreyLord]

Fun to read. Great detailed descriptions always help.