THE LITTLE BLACK BIKINI
At last, it arrived! Within its own discreet box, one which gave no clues as to its contents on the outside. Which were precisely what, might you well ask? Something which I had desired for some time now, something that would enhance my sexy form even beyond the normal level, something that would make me even more desirable than I already was. As my virtually trembling hands took hold of this package, eagerly ripping open its way inside, to obtain my first view of the goodies contained within. A VERY skimpy black bikini, manufactured with the purest satin, not there was much of it. As I say, very skimpy indeed!
And soon it was adorning my body, and admiring myself in a tall mirror, I soon came to the conclusion that this bikini was everything it had promised to be, and then some more! I really looked like a sexual Goddess; my natural curves just enhanced by the skimpy black satin. I felt ready to take on the entire world!
This was mid-summer, and the country was also in the middle of a spell of glorious weather, during each day, for what had been quite a few, the sun had shone continuously, and we were feeling the benefit of that as the thermometer had crept up to much better than normal levels. What could be more natural than catching a bit of that sunshine? A gorgeous tan would only enhance that beautiful body of mine, wouldn’t it?
Still fairly early on this new day, said sun had just risen, beginning to warm everything up; as I took myself outside, approaching my sun-lounger, situated just where the sun’s rays could take full effect. As I laid myself down upon its surface, I plugged my ears with a set of headphones, directly connected to my ’phone. Switched to the playing of music mode, I selected my chosen playlist, and settled down to thoroughly enjoy the moment. Almost falling asleep in those aforementioned rays. Wasn’t this world so absolutely fantastic?
So it appeared, but this idyllic state wasn’t to last much longer as the half asleep me just lay back, absorbing the warmth. For into my back garden, creeping closer to my prostate form was Sophia, my friend and rival from next door. Well, when I say rival, please bear in mind that our differences of opinion were very light-hearted in nature and were far more mischievous than viscous. That didn’t mean we were beyond subjecting the other to the occasional ‘prank’ though, and she had spotted a marvellous opportunity being presented here.
With earphones playing music within my oral receptors, and my eyes half shut I was in total ignorance of her stealthy approach until it was too late. The first inkling I obtained of Sophia’s presence within my immediate vicinity was when, having ripped off those earphones, her gentle voice filled one of my ears, and one of her hands clamped itself over my mouth, which I guess was wide open in sheer and utter shock.
Meanwhile her other hand was far from idle. A series of ‘clicks’ announced the closing of a solid steel ring around my left wrist, followed almost immediately by another clicking sound signifying that she had, successfully closed the other cuff of this pair around the metal frame of the sun-lounger, very effectively fastening me, even if not in any complete form, to it.
“Sorry couldn’t resist,†said voice began, “so I haven’t! You look SO scrumptious just lying there, that I decided to ensure that you will continue to do so, until I decide otherwise. And just what do describe just what you’re wearing as, is that bottom section even legal?â€
I knew exactly what Sophia was referring to, let’s put it this way, I guess that the bikini’s ‘panty’ section was in more the form of a thong, not in the normal full panty form. Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, it really was THAT skimpy! And the top section wasn’t much better, there was only just material there to hold my, very ample, breasts in place!
“Are you going to accept my potential little ‘victory’ here, and not cry out?†I nodded my assent, fully acknowledging that Sophia had ‘outsmarted’ me here, realising that she meant me no real harm. A word that I completely intended to keep, which was something that she utterly respected, immediately withdrawing her hand from my mouth.
Sophia immediately bent down by my right hand, and after asking me to ‘shuffle’ up the lounger, so I was sitting in it as opposed to just lying upon it, she took hold of a length of bondage rope, which she utilised to tie my wrist to the frame. Within seconds it became abundantly clear to me that she knew exactly what she was doing, it was a proper bond alright, one that would be completely inescapable once she had finished. And included making sure that it was tied on both parts of the frame, where it joined the leg supports as it were, ensuring that I couldn’t move my bond up and down, no it was rigidly held in place. Totally secure, in other words, but still fully safe, this tying up of my arm by her would present no danger to my blood circulation, for example.
“That’s better,†muttered my captor, for that’s exactly what she was now, but her next move was to undo and remove the handcuffs, releasing my left arm again. Only for Sophia to re-bind it, using rope again this time, as she had done on my other side. I was now inescapable tied to this sun-lounger, for as long as Sophia wanted to keep me so. Although she hadn’t finished yet.
Although, before she took any further action regarding the degree of her capture of my bikini clad form, she shut down my ’phone, still playing music even if by now nobody was listening. “After all,†she explained, “the batteries on these things don’t last forever. And we don’t want any excessive noise now, do we?â€
I failed to notice the implied hint, as into the bag that she’d bought with her went Sophia’s hands again, emerging with a silk knotted scarf. “I know that you gave your word, and believe me, Danielle, I DO trust you, but soon I’ll be leaving you to your own devices for a bit, and that does include needing to keep you quiet. Besides you don’t really have much choice, do you?†Flashing me a really suggestive, dirty smile.
Before I could emit any sort of oral reply, my mouth became full of the silken knot she’d tied in her scarf, Sophia pulling it hard into my orifice, ensuing that any attempt or orally summon any assistance when she had departed would be likely, fruitless. She then tied the scarf around my head, tightly, although she was careful not to trap any of hair within this action. But she still hadn’t finished, my legs were still free, and as she commented herself, that would never be at all satisfaction. I could still move the lounger with them free and available, potentially even escape from her capture of me.
With me, to a large degree now silenced, Sophia set about rectifying that situation. I mentioned how she had used where abouts on the lounger’s frame the rear part of support joined, utilising this to absolutely fasten my arms. Well, the other end of the support joined the frame just under my knees. And guess what? Yes, you’re correct, this precisely area she used to bind both of my legs to the frame, again making sure her bond was firmly tied around the frame and the support. Although she still wasn’t satisfied. Very near to my ankles, was a bare section of frame, the lounger’s fabric featured a small gap. Yes, she tied both of my ankles to the frame at this point, on both sides of the equation.
Now I was fully and inescapably bound to my sun-lounger. Without her say-so I would be going nowhere fast, in fact nowhere at all. She stepped back as to admire her handiwork, my body just clad in a very skimpy bikini, totally and inescapably bound to my garden furniture. Her captive now, her utter prisoner, and for as long as she wanted to keep me as such.
Which would be for an unknown period of time, as she now announced, again with a smug smile upon her face. “Well must dash, you know places to go, people to see!†With that, blowing me a kiss, she was gone. Where to or how long for I possessed no knowledge of whatsoever.
So, I was simply left there. And you think I wasn’t going to try to escape this situation? Of course I did, but as I continued to rock against my bondage, it soon became utterly that my efforts were in total vain. Sophia knew her knots and rope work, alright!
I was now overcome by a whole series of vastly differing emotions. Firstly, despite the fact that Sophia was, at the end of the day, a good friend whom I trust, a measurable degree of fear was present. I mean just where had she gone, I knew that she had driven off in her car, and for how long? What if something happened to her, like an accident or something? Unlikely I know, but in the grip of the helpless situation I currently found myself in, it’s VERY easy for the imagination to run riot, and conjure up all sorts of, what in normal circumstances, be regard as extremely unplausible events! After all it was, to use those words again, extremely unplausible, that she had confided to anybody else her plans to truss me up, like me she lived utterly alone. So, just who would she have told, and it was believable that she would have acted instinctively anyway? Therefore, it was reasonable to expect that nobody apart from the pair of us knew of my present predicament.
A situation that was not helped by the fact that I was virtually invisible to the world outside of our two homes, and as I was fully aware nobody was at home in her place, as was the position at mine, myself excepted of course. So if, as was almost certain nobody else knew of my capture by Sophia other than herself and it fair to assume that I’d never be observed by a passer-by, therefore she was the only person who could effect my release and rescue.
Add that to a fair helping of indignation, not to mention annoyance. Yes, I know Sophia was a good friend, and I fully knew that she intended no harm to come my way at all, but what right had she to do just what she had done to me? It was, after all, false imprisonment, being illegal as far as I’m aware. Yes, it’s fair to say that I was pissed off to a very large degree.
But, to my utter amazement, these emotions were completely overshadowed by another feeling, pure sexual arousal! To my total astonishment I realised that I never been this turned on beforehand. My pussy began to moisten, ah heck, just who am I trying to kid, it was soaking wet with arousal now! As the helplessness of my situation became clear to me, so did the excitement, it quickly ramped up to an almost unbearable extent. Added to the frustration of those repeated unsuccessful escape attempts, my whole body quite rapidly became a morass of extreme desire! And it was strange, part of me wanted her to come back quickly, whereas part of me didn’t, so much was I enjoying the feeling! But I now knew that I loved being in bondage, but not to just anybody. The sexual tension that had been gently simmering between Sophia and I had been, by her capture of me, taken right up to be completely boiling now!
When she came back it was an hour or so later, and she returned with a cheery greeting of “oh I AM touched, you’re still here.†And then she undid her gag, by now I was SO stoked up!
“Sophia, just untie me now, then tie me securely back to a bed, I don’t care whether it’s yours or mine, just do so quickly! And then put on your strap-on and shag me half to death!â€
“What took you SO long?†Less than ten minutes later I was back in her bondage, to her bed this time, like she explained she was far more familiar with it rather than my own. Thus, our sexual relationship began, with her becoming my Mistress and I her helpless sex slave.
And when I’m not in her bed, more often than not tied to it, when I’m just in the house, she insists that I wear that bikini. She informs me that the sight of my body in it turns her on SO much, and who the hell am I to disobey or disagree with her. Sophia is after all, my supreme Mistress now! Added to the fact that,
I JUST LOVE WEARING IT!
Btw, in the original film the handcuffs weren't involved at all.
Wouldn´t mind a Sequel!
Love to be tied-up 
