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Samantha: out of control (f+/f+) (VOTE STORY) *NEW 29/08 NEW*
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B. Alex needs to tied up in Sammy's room first after all Sammy was tied up in Alex's room first. Quid Pro Quo and all that other Latin stuff. 
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME 
021.
Watching Alex's mouth as we stand across the room from each other. My room, a change of scene and I'm not a fucking idiot, remaining in St Christopher's, on campus likely would've been some form of death sentence.
Metaphorically speaking.
Seeing the smile grow, cheeky, hands lifting above her head.
"What are you doing?"
"Surrendering." Arms up now, waving her hands. "Didn't you hear?"
"Yes I heard, but."
"But what?" Smiling, playful. "This is your room, right?"
"True."
"So." A shrug. "Seems only fair."
"So what's the issue?" Taking a step forward, arms immobile, raised like a robbery victim, like we're in an old West bank. Advancing, and me already leaning against the window, nowhere left to go.
"Sammy?"
"I just."
"Like this," hands dropping down atop her head, sliding to the back fingers laced, arms out left and right, "instead?"
"No."
Frown eclipsing her smile, stopping a couple of paces away.
"What's up?" Flash of smile returning, playful again. "Did you want to be tied? Are you." Dropping her hands now, to her sides, glancing up at the ceiling. "Mad, at...."
Looking at me and pointing silently upwards. Laughing.
"No." Flashing my own smile, not mad, but how do I explain this? How to tell Alex I'd liked it. Really, liked it, when Chelle had forced and pushed and bullied her into that hogtie?
How to explain how amazing that had seemed, to see Alex dominated, without sounding really fucking creepy?
"I. Um." Blushing, which makes Alex smile and maybe she thinks I'm staring at her chest? Those almost too large E cups, ballooning off her slender frame, pressing at her shirt front.
"Can't it be real?"
"Real?" Confused. "But it will be, won't it?"
"I meant." Running a hand through my hair, brief frustration. "Not a game, binding you like I've caught you."
"Oh."
Alex's turn to blush, and belatedly I remember she's into it, has bound and gagged herself more then once.
"Right." Spasm, a shiver chasing across her body, up one arm and down through to her feet. Nodding at me, taking a breath. "Well, go on then, Sammy."
Spreading both arms out, slightly, fingers splayed a little. Waiting.
"Catch me."
So, okay. But how?
First off, am I (Yes/No) stripping Alex, as she did me?
Secondly how am I binding her, possibly (A) to my bed or (B) hogtied. I could try (C) wrapping her like a mummy?
And lastly is she (YES/NO) gagged?
Watching Alex's mouth as we stand across the room from each other. My room, a change of scene and I'm not a fucking idiot, remaining in St Christopher's, on campus likely would've been some form of death sentence.
Metaphorically speaking.
Seeing the smile grow, cheeky, hands lifting above her head.
"What are you doing?"
"Surrendering." Arms up now, waving her hands. "Didn't you hear?"
"Yes I heard, but."
"But what?" Smiling, playful. "This is your room, right?"
"True."
"So." A shrug. "Seems only fair."
"So what's the issue?" Taking a step forward, arms immobile, raised like a robbery victim, like we're in an old West bank. Advancing, and me already leaning against the window, nowhere left to go.
"Sammy?"
"I just."
"Like this," hands dropping down atop her head, sliding to the back fingers laced, arms out left and right, "instead?"
"No."
Frown eclipsing her smile, stopping a couple of paces away.
"What's up?" Flash of smile returning, playful again. "Did you want to be tied? Are you." Dropping her hands now, to her sides, glancing up at the ceiling. "Mad, at...."
Looking at me and pointing silently upwards. Laughing.
"No." Flashing my own smile, not mad, but how do I explain this? How to tell Alex I'd liked it. Really, liked it, when Chelle had forced and pushed and bullied her into that hogtie?
How to explain how amazing that had seemed, to see Alex dominated, without sounding really fucking creepy?
"I. Um." Blushing, which makes Alex smile and maybe she thinks I'm staring at her chest? Those almost too large E cups, ballooning off her slender frame, pressing at her shirt front.
"Can't it be real?"
"Real?" Confused. "But it will be, won't it?"
"I meant." Running a hand through my hair, brief frustration. "Not a game, binding you like I've caught you."
"Oh."
Alex's turn to blush, and belatedly I remember she's into it, has bound and gagged herself more then once.
"Right." Spasm, a shiver chasing across her body, up one arm and down through to her feet. Nodding at me, taking a breath. "Well, go on then, Sammy."
Spreading both arms out, slightly, fingers splayed a little. Waiting.
"Catch me."
So, okay. But how?
First off, am I (Yes/No) stripping Alex, as she did me?
Secondly how am I binding her, possibly (A) to my bed or (B) hogtied. I could try (C) wrapping her like a mummy?
And lastly is she (YES/NO) gagged?
Short chapter, because letting you have the options is fun, for us both I'm hoping 
Three things, as before.
Is Alex stripped? YES or NO.
How is Alex tied? A, B, C.
Is Alex gagged? YES or NO.
Thanks all.
Three things, as before.
Is Alex stripped? YES or NO.
How is Alex tied? A, B, C.
Is Alex gagged? YES or NO.
Thanks all.
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NO, C, YES.
Takes too much time stripping her just get her tied up.
Mummifications are always fun as long as they are performed properly.
What's a tie-up without a good gag.
Alex is going to love this.
Takes too much time stripping her just get her tied up.
Mummifications are always fun as long as they are performed properly.
What's a tie-up without a good gag.
Alex is going to love this.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
Yes B Yes
Maybe ropes around her thumbs, too.
Maybe ropes around her thumbs, too.
Yes,B,Yes
Tied thumbs is a good idea, maybe add a toetie too
Tied thumbs is a good idea, maybe add a toetie too
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Yes.
B.
Yes.
Majority wins. I'll try to post today.
B.
Yes.
Majority wins. I'll try to post today.
022.
Alex fights me, harder towards the end something like panic apparent in her movements and- by that point -gag muffled words.
Except it's already too late.
"Hey look." Amused, even bending to pick one up off the floor. "It's just like in the...."
Voice drying up as she looks at me, rope falling from gone loose fingers, mouth working a moment longer.
Flinching as I basically throw myself across the room at her, Alex attempting to dodge, going completely the wrong way and I've got her, momentum taking us both down, onto my bed.
Realising too late what I'm doing, and then fighting back by way of attempting to do the same to me. Wrestling, both of us a tangled heap on my bed Alex giggling at first, thinking it's a game.
Forgetting, or not realising the truth of my intent: catching her. Playing for keeps.
Alex's shoes and socks off, my hands on her skirt, yanking and the elasticated waist meaning it just comes right off, pulled down to her knees, thong exposed and me with a sudden face full of butt cheeks as Alex notices, body jerking in shocked response.
Finally noticing that I'm stripping her.
Squirming but it's already too late, fight hindered by the skirt, wrapped around her knees and Alex's kicking only helps me pull it off. Tossing the item away with a grin.
Lacking focus, Alex, still thinking we're playing, giggling some more as I straddle her, one arm pinned by my leg, pushing down using my weight to pin her limb, taking half the fight from her. Using both my hands to swat Alex's one away like an annoying fly, loosening her tie and forcing it up over her head, still knotted. Ripping her shirt open.
Temporarily mesmerised by her bra aided cleavage, pale skin, partly exposed breasts heaving as Alex squirms beneath me.
Overpowering urge to take advantage, to lean in and kiss her, to reach out and touch her.
Even Alex going still, fight dropping out of her. Staring up at me head cocked, questioning. Sensing it too?
No. Focus.
Taking her shirt, rolling Alex onto her back and pulling, flailing arms but all the advantages are mine here. Tossing the shirt and grabbing up the nearest length of rope.
Not bothering to question how, why my bedroom suddenly resembles a bondage emporium.
Fighting- still playing, still a game, to her -my attempts to bind her wrists, not sitting still long enough for me to pin them side by side. So with a grunt I switch tactics: taking hold of one wrist and wrapping it, sealing it in before adding the other, Alex still struggling but eventually, after two failed attempts I succeed.
Wrists crossed, pinned, wrapped and again, knots tied and still she's fighting.
Gasping as I take hold the long trailing ends and pull, forcing Alex's wrists up between her shoulder blades, arms inverting elbows down by her side, proceeding to use that excess rope to pin her wrists in place.
Wrapping, hands diving underneath, burrowing between Alex and my- by now very messy -duvet, going by feel alone. Working blind and constantly finding not the rope I'm trying to pass, but instead Alex's chest.
Groping her, unintentionally but my hands nonetheless all over her E cups, feeling soft skin and the lace of her bra. Alex gone limp, holding her breath when it isnt coming in short sharp gasps. Feeling the stabbing point of her nipples as I brush passed.
"Sammy. I."
"No." Tightening the final knots, Alex groaning as the ropes dig in across her arms and chest. Knowing I'm smiling, enjoying her discomfort. "This is my game now, Alex, and I say you're caught."
"But what if iggghhhffffmmmmmddd."
Voice gone, words garbled and dropping off as I stuff the ball into her mouth. Some kind of gag, magically- somehow anyway -on my bed, large red ball, feels rubbery and with a black leather strap sprouting out each side.
Buckling the strap behind her head. Climbing off.
Watching, amusement and pleasure both, feeling like some kind of conquering King as Alex wriggles, rolling onto her back and managing to rock and pivot. Sitting up then standing. Facing me.
Only I'm still clothed, and she's looking delicious- sorry, what -in just her bra and thong, upper body immobilised, huge red ball filling her mouth.
"Get back on the bed." Breathing a little fast, Alex too. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Dddrrrttt." Shaking her head. "Gggffffpppmmm nnnmmsssgg."
"Back on the bed." Injecting command into my tone, pointing. "Or I'll take your bra, too."
Alex blushing, squriming. Fighting the ropes which only serves to make those same breasts- the disputed area you might say -rock and bounce. Looking back at me, blinking and I let her see my smile.
Yes, I will.
Pointing. No words, and a moment later Alex drops her gaze, shiver chasing across her exposed skin. Climbing back onto the bed and laying down, on her back.
Watching me, not constantly but lifting her head and shoulders off the bed. Up and down she goes, wanting to see not just feel the progress of her continuing helplessness, and me smiling the whole time.
Winning.
Ankles, knees. Binding both and pinning her legs together, a third rope at the upper thigh and like with the chest bindings there's a degree of unintentional groping: my hands brushing over the cotton of Alex's thong, passing rope between her legs.
Alex squriming, but going suddenly still. Eyes half closed when I glance up to check, breath held.
Turning to a flurry of motion as I roll her over, the fight coming back to her and I'd say it's far to fucking late to bid for freedom but she tries anyway.
Bucking and bouncing on the bed, waving her legs and rolling her upper body, left and right attempting to deny my attempts to feed and loop some rope.
Ultimately in vain though, already too helpless to stop me. Gasp becoming a long low moan as I haul on the rope, forcing Alex's body to bend and curl up, legs coming up and over upper body lifting from the bed. Lashing ankles to the mass of ropes around her chest, forcing Alex to remain bent and pinned into a tight hogtie.
Going further.
Feeling drunk on the power, all the fight gone from Alex now, defeated. Laying still and moaning, whimpering at the discomfort caused by her surrender.
Taken somewhat by force.
Finding tape and wrapping both Alex's hands, balling them into fists and encasing each one in a cocoon of dull silver, preventing any chance of her picking at the knots.
Finally using a thin rope to wrap Alex's big toes, pinning them together too, using the excess, feeling mean but thrilling at the power. Wrapping the rope ends through and around Alex's blonde cascade, forcing her head up and back, moans increasing in volume at this final act of tightness.
Climbing off the bed, Alex's eyes tracking me, blinking as she struggles, body able to do no more then gently rock. No slack, no freedom.
Helpless.
My prize? My, property? Is that what she is, that I hold all the cards, that Alex has to submit to me now, do as I say under threat of this bondage being applied again?
If I were to let her go, would she do as I said? Would she even submit, willingly, to the ropes again were I to order it?
Shivering, such a dark and deep run of thoughts, wandering down paths as I look at her, thinking on power, control.
What now?
Do I (A) sit down on my armchair, read a book. Ignoring her to prove the dynamic?
Or (B) does the guilt come, washing over me, feeling bad at those whimpers and Alex's obvious discomfort, into it or not. And I free her.
Alex fights me, harder towards the end something like panic apparent in her movements and- by that point -gag muffled words.
Except it's already too late.
"Hey look." Amused, even bending to pick one up off the floor. "It's just like in the...."
Voice drying up as she looks at me, rope falling from gone loose fingers, mouth working a moment longer.
Flinching as I basically throw myself across the room at her, Alex attempting to dodge, going completely the wrong way and I've got her, momentum taking us both down, onto my bed.
Realising too late what I'm doing, and then fighting back by way of attempting to do the same to me. Wrestling, both of us a tangled heap on my bed Alex giggling at first, thinking it's a game.
Forgetting, or not realising the truth of my intent: catching her. Playing for keeps.
Alex's shoes and socks off, my hands on her skirt, yanking and the elasticated waist meaning it just comes right off, pulled down to her knees, thong exposed and me with a sudden face full of butt cheeks as Alex notices, body jerking in shocked response.
Finally noticing that I'm stripping her.
Squirming but it's already too late, fight hindered by the skirt, wrapped around her knees and Alex's kicking only helps me pull it off. Tossing the item away with a grin.
Lacking focus, Alex, still thinking we're playing, giggling some more as I straddle her, one arm pinned by my leg, pushing down using my weight to pin her limb, taking half the fight from her. Using both my hands to swat Alex's one away like an annoying fly, loosening her tie and forcing it up over her head, still knotted. Ripping her shirt open.
Temporarily mesmerised by her bra aided cleavage, pale skin, partly exposed breasts heaving as Alex squirms beneath me.
Overpowering urge to take advantage, to lean in and kiss her, to reach out and touch her.
Even Alex going still, fight dropping out of her. Staring up at me head cocked, questioning. Sensing it too?
No. Focus.
Taking her shirt, rolling Alex onto her back and pulling, flailing arms but all the advantages are mine here. Tossing the shirt and grabbing up the nearest length of rope.
Not bothering to question how, why my bedroom suddenly resembles a bondage emporium.
Fighting- still playing, still a game, to her -my attempts to bind her wrists, not sitting still long enough for me to pin them side by side. So with a grunt I switch tactics: taking hold of one wrist and wrapping it, sealing it in before adding the other, Alex still struggling but eventually, after two failed attempts I succeed.
Wrists crossed, pinned, wrapped and again, knots tied and still she's fighting.
Gasping as I take hold the long trailing ends and pull, forcing Alex's wrists up between her shoulder blades, arms inverting elbows down by her side, proceeding to use that excess rope to pin her wrists in place.
Wrapping, hands diving underneath, burrowing between Alex and my- by now very messy -duvet, going by feel alone. Working blind and constantly finding not the rope I'm trying to pass, but instead Alex's chest.
Groping her, unintentionally but my hands nonetheless all over her E cups, feeling soft skin and the lace of her bra. Alex gone limp, holding her breath when it isnt coming in short sharp gasps. Feeling the stabbing point of her nipples as I brush passed.
"Sammy. I."
"No." Tightening the final knots, Alex groaning as the ropes dig in across her arms and chest. Knowing I'm smiling, enjoying her discomfort. "This is my game now, Alex, and I say you're caught."
"But what if iggghhhffffmmmmmddd."
Voice gone, words garbled and dropping off as I stuff the ball into her mouth. Some kind of gag, magically- somehow anyway -on my bed, large red ball, feels rubbery and with a black leather strap sprouting out each side.
Buckling the strap behind her head. Climbing off.
Watching, amusement and pleasure both, feeling like some kind of conquering King as Alex wriggles, rolling onto her back and managing to rock and pivot. Sitting up then standing. Facing me.
Only I'm still clothed, and she's looking delicious- sorry, what -in just her bra and thong, upper body immobilised, huge red ball filling her mouth.
"Get back on the bed." Breathing a little fast, Alex too. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Dddrrrttt." Shaking her head. "Gggffffpppmmm nnnmmsssgg."
"Back on the bed." Injecting command into my tone, pointing. "Or I'll take your bra, too."
Alex blushing, squriming. Fighting the ropes which only serves to make those same breasts- the disputed area you might say -rock and bounce. Looking back at me, blinking and I let her see my smile.
Yes, I will.
Pointing. No words, and a moment later Alex drops her gaze, shiver chasing across her exposed skin. Climbing back onto the bed and laying down, on her back.
Watching me, not constantly but lifting her head and shoulders off the bed. Up and down she goes, wanting to see not just feel the progress of her continuing helplessness, and me smiling the whole time.
Winning.
Ankles, knees. Binding both and pinning her legs together, a third rope at the upper thigh and like with the chest bindings there's a degree of unintentional groping: my hands brushing over the cotton of Alex's thong, passing rope between her legs.
Alex squriming, but going suddenly still. Eyes half closed when I glance up to check, breath held.
Turning to a flurry of motion as I roll her over, the fight coming back to her and I'd say it's far to fucking late to bid for freedom but she tries anyway.
Bucking and bouncing on the bed, waving her legs and rolling her upper body, left and right attempting to deny my attempts to feed and loop some rope.
Ultimately in vain though, already too helpless to stop me. Gasp becoming a long low moan as I haul on the rope, forcing Alex's body to bend and curl up, legs coming up and over upper body lifting from the bed. Lashing ankles to the mass of ropes around her chest, forcing Alex to remain bent and pinned into a tight hogtie.
Going further.
Feeling drunk on the power, all the fight gone from Alex now, defeated. Laying still and moaning, whimpering at the discomfort caused by her surrender.
Taken somewhat by force.
Finding tape and wrapping both Alex's hands, balling them into fists and encasing each one in a cocoon of dull silver, preventing any chance of her picking at the knots.
Finally using a thin rope to wrap Alex's big toes, pinning them together too, using the excess, feeling mean but thrilling at the power. Wrapping the rope ends through and around Alex's blonde cascade, forcing her head up and back, moans increasing in volume at this final act of tightness.
Climbing off the bed, Alex's eyes tracking me, blinking as she struggles, body able to do no more then gently rock. No slack, no freedom.
Helpless.
My prize? My, property? Is that what she is, that I hold all the cards, that Alex has to submit to me now, do as I say under threat of this bondage being applied again?
If I were to let her go, would she do as I said? Would she even submit, willingly, to the ropes again were I to order it?
Shivering, such a dark and deep run of thoughts, wandering down paths as I look at her, thinking on power, control.
What now?
Do I (A) sit down on my armchair, read a book. Ignoring her to prove the dynamic?
Or (B) does the guilt come, washing over me, feeling bad at those whimpers and Alex's obvious discomfort, into it or not. And I free her.
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A. Read a book on knot tying out loud to Alex. 
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To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
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A. Would kinda feel wrong to untie her immediately after describing so detailed how she got hogtied.