Humiliated, Silenced Secretary (F/F)

[AlexUSA3]

Eva: Humiliated, Silenced Secretary
Wednesday, December 6, 2023

Eva didn't deserve what I did to her, but it was sooooooo much fun. Sometimes, a girl gets a big hankering for TUGs, so she kidnaps her sister-in-law who happens to be her secretary. Down in my heart, I'm a rope bunny, but so is Eva. We have the problem of our size and strength, though, so we have to be sweet enough to kidnap one another or hope one of Eva's brothers kidnaps one of us since few other Cool Girls can take us down single-handedly.

Eva is part warrior princess, part secretary, part old church lady, and part cantankerous, rotten old hag. I'm kidding. Eva is the best friend I could have ever found in my life, and to make things a lot better she's my sister-in-law. Sometimes, Ken jokes that she's my husband and he's my "f-ck buddy." That's not true because I love Ken more than anyone else on the planet.

My sister-in-law was always a surprise in the waiting, and today was a day where she expressed the duality of her personality in her clothing. How many girls would wear a sage green jumper with tiny white dots all over it? How many would then wear a sage bandana headband with it? I doubt many would wear a beige long-sleeve t-shirt under that jumper. Fewer would have brown leggings and thin beige knee socks as well. OK, how many would have brown combat boots as their footgear or would have their hair in a braid? Evangeline, you are beautifully unique!

Standing 4 inches shorter than I at a lowly 5'9", Eva Rondell was indeed a fun character with her former volleyball stardom, her increasing deafness that necessitated hearing aids, streaky blonde and brown long hair, piercing blue eyes, and impressive strength. I mentally had to prepare for capturing the multi-generational Minnesota girl because one mistake could spell my defeat.

What about me? Oh, you want to know what I looked like, too! I looked very different from my captive, to say the least. I'm 6'1", a strong (but not ripped, thankfully) retired softball player who is a mutt of Miccosukee, Seminole, Creek, Black, Irish, and Spanish. Chocolate brown eyes and jet black hair that reaches my butt even while braided add to the aura. My black jeans, black and red plaid flannel long-sleeve button-up shirt, red sneakers, black socks, and split color black and red kerchief bandana all worked to emphasize that native flair of which I was so proud.

I prepared a big brown bandana for the job of gagging Eva. The Rondell's all liked using big 27" bandanas instead of 22" ones, and I stuffed one of my socks inside the other sock, put a fresh pair of socks on my feet, put my sneakers back on my feet, and knotted the bandana around the neck of the outer sock. With that, everything was set for the kidnapping of my sister-in-law.

This plan was set in motion. Eva had been working overtime the last two evenings because of an accounting error. Knowing this, Eva would certainly deserve a little R & R, even if she had little or no clue what was happening to her. I slipped out of my desk chair and readied myself with the big red bandana with the socks and some brown rope. Indeed, this process would involve taking away Eva's jumper and shirt while letting her keep her underwear, bra, socks, and boots. She had her back to me while doing something… sneak… approach… hold my breath… SWOOP!

"Heeeyyyy!" Eva shrieked in surprise when I grabbed her, the shock being enough for me to bind her wrists together behind her back, "Janie, you deplorable sneaky Seminole Samson!"
"In the flesh," I said, knotting the ropes after wrapping and cinching it well.
"What the hell is it this time Janie? Another idea for—"
"You deserve to relax in a tight, inescapable situation," I bound her ankles together and wrapped the rope into the heels of her boots, "after staying here until 8 the past two nights."
"Get off me, you big brotherf-cker! I ought to tiemmmph!" she easily let me gag her.
"That's enough, Eva! I have to keep this moving along," I teased her and knotted the bandana.
"GMMMPH!" she grunted and made a face at the taste of my literal gym socks.
"Enjoy that gag. I made it special just for you!" my words sure didn't comfort her while I tried to remove her jumper and her shirt, revealing sage panties and a beige sports bra, "Oh, how cute!"
"GMMMPH!" Eva snarled at me, "Gmmmmmmph!"

I pulled the jumper and shirt down to Eva's wrists and tied her arms together at her forearms and her elbows, untied her wrists, pulled off the clothing, and tied her wrists again. More brown rope tied her legs together at her shins, below her waist, above and below her knees, and at mid thighs for a good tight bondage. She was going nowhere with each of those ropes being tied so well. A roll of brown packing tape would make a good addition to this, wouldn't it? Well, first, a vicious, humiliating crotch rope and a tight, restricting harness were needed to pin her arms, push out her boobs, and bring her delight from her struggling. A wand made a nice addition as well.

It did! I wrapped Eva's face six times to make sure the incredibly sticky and surprisingly strong material crushed her cheeks and sealed her lips. More tape reinforced the bindings at her ankles, encased her thighs to trap the wand, and wrapped from her waist to the base of her breasts. I was just getting started, but a slight distraction happened when Eva, who was sitting on a chair, stood up and decided to hop away. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! she hopped out of the office.
CLOMP! CLOMP! into the open woodshop workspace, CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP!
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" Eva yelled into the socks while she hopped around the woodshop.
"Come on!" I grabbed her by the beautiful braid in which she kept her locks and jerked it.
"EEEEK! AYHIE!" she yelled at me by name, but I decided to punish her rebellious behavior.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I harshly spanked her.
"EEEEEKKKKK! GMMMMM MMMM MMMMMPH!" the captive repeated her diatribe.
CLOMP! CLOMP! she took some awkward hops backwards, CLOMP! CLOMP!
"Hop back into that office before I drag you by the hair," I ordered her, much to her delight.
CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP!
WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! WUMP! she hopped back into the office.

Without letting Eva sit down first, I used a beige bandana to blindfold her, knotting the big cloth square behind her head with a couple of tight knots. My goal was for the only noises Eva made to be from her struggling and crashing into things and not from her yelling into my socks. I had planned this all in a certain way in hopes that it would work out for us.

Vet wrap was a popular weapon in the woodshop. When used to wrap the jaw and the top of the head, it served as another way to make the captive even more silent. I wrapped Eva's head and the top of her neck in such a detailed, careful fashion until the white vet wrap covered all of her head except for her nose and her braid, because I wanted to keep that handle at my disposal! An extremely immersive addition was stuffing cotton into Eva's ears before wrapping her head.

My next action was to use one of Eva's homemade knit hoods on her, utilizing her own creations as a part of her captivity. I chose a red one and pulled it over her head, pulling her braid through the hole provided and snapping it shut around her neck. All that did was add another layer for a little more muffling and make things even warmer for Eva.

For the finishing touch, I put Eva in a simple position with a rope from her ankles to her crotch rope. This restricted movement but still allowed her to get on her knees to struggle quite a good deal without a hogtie. In this scenario, the tradeoff was worth the reward, especially since there was a lot of computer work for me to do. Eva became the office space soundtrack.

"Nnnnnnnnnn," Eva quietly struggled on the industrial carpeting, fighting the numerous ropes in which I'd bound her, propping herself up in a corner made by my desk and the wall, "Nnngggg!"
"Here we go," I went into the app on my phone and activated the vibrator.
"Nnnnnnng," my captive reacted to the device, and a new sound effect was added to the room.

Like this, Eva blindly struggled in her tight, restrictive bondage: deafened by having her hearing aids taken from her and the cotton balls in her ears; blinded by the bandana, vet wrap, and hood; silenced by the jaw-closing gags; restrained by the ropes; excited by the vibrator. Within maybe 5 minutes, Eva was slumping in the corner, sweat beading up on her body, and groaning from a strong orgasm. If Eva orgasms the first time in anything under 7 minutes, I know that she's in no distress and is enjoying herself and not just quietly taking whatever is given to her. Of course, I can count on one hand the number of times Eva was genuinely angry someone kidnapped her! A game cannot be enjoyed unless the captive wants the capture as much as or more than the captor.

"Nnnnnnng!" Eva groaned while alternating among four distinct positions. One was propped up in the corner made by the desk and the wall; the second was on her stomach on the carpet which seemed to be her favorite position for arching in orgasm; the third was on her knees and legs on the floor so she could lean forward and try to shriek into the gag; finally, she was sometimes on her side on the floor. Interestingly, she spent little or no time on her back. No matter the spot, an enormous amount of sweat was pouring off her while the brown packing tape and ropes held her in a strong, inescapable prison that only encouraged her to pull on the crotch rope.

No one was more of a warrior than Eva. Even when I dialed the vibrator to a different frequency and pattern, she fought and used her braid like a whip in her strong and energetic struggle against the ropes and her gags. The powerful arches showed her determination to escape despite having literally no chance to get out, especially with how I reinforced her torso with the packing tape. It must be said that there's something amusing about the sight of a strong girl with muscles that are only visible once she contracts them, in socks and shoes and underwear but without clothing for a brutal kidnapping scene. Still, the highest pleasure comes from the escalation of the scenario.

"Boooooooobiesssssss!" I shamelessly fondled Eva's breasts and pulled her bra up to expose her.
"Nnnnnnnnnn!" she resisted me, barely able to hear my words if she heard them at all.
"That's the stuff, Eva," I pushed her back into her corner position, and she squealed back at me.
"Nnnnnnnnnn," she quietly grunted and squirmed from possibly her strongest orgasm yet.
"The sounds of a happy sister-in-law," I quietly muttered to myself with a smile.
"Nnnnnnnnnn," there was little else Eva could say with that brutal gag.

I contemplated all the dashed dreams that described Eva's life while I worked. The first of those dreams was that of volleyball—Eva was a star volleyball player courted by top-level universities who wanted her to play for them. Tearing a ligament in both knees on a single play saw literally every single one of those schools rescind their offer or withdraw their interest. Thankfully, Eva reclaimed some of that dignity by coaching volleyball at the grade school level.

The second dashed dream was that of a career as a military nurse. Flunking hearing tests was the way Eva learned that her congenital deafness was worsening and that she one day would be fully deaf. Without letting this drag her down, Eva used hearing aids, decided she'd rather one day be unable to hear than have a cochlear implant, and mastered sign language. Instead, she studied to be a paramedic… and was fired on the grounds that her deafness made her a "liability."

The third dashed dream was that of motherhood. Eva is "cottage core meets Clint Eastwood" in several ways—just look at those homemade jumpers, boots, and bandanas. She knits toys to use in TUGs, loves baking in the kitchen, craves children, and loves nothing more than a brutal CNC game where she is captured and pushed to all her limits, including letting those dare put her into strangle hogties and letting her ex-boyfriend use her body while she's tied up. That's how dreams were crushed. Her boyfriend at some point decided he didn't want to ever marry her but kept the relationship going because he liked the violent sexual adventures so much that Eva's older sister was actually afraid that he was going to hurt her, too, someday. That wasn't love at all!

With these things in mind, Ken and I invited Eva to be our secretary and paid her too much for a mundane position, but she was the best person for the job, did it well, and gave her best. We did not need that much money anyway (not to boast, but Ken with the carpentry and I with structural assessments and the like raked in $250,000 per year net). I had no guilt about Eva routinely getting to spend time bound and gagged like this, especially since she loved the games more than I did—which says a lot because I'm generally considered to fall in the "rope bunny" category!

"Nnnnnnnnnnn," Eva collapsed in another large orgasm and shook a little from this one while the sweat freely flowed off her body despite the chilly weather on this November afternoon. She had a fun passion for being humiliated and silenced, but she'd come back with both arms swinging to get revenge, too. In a good way, it was all just a kinky game that we played more intensely than the vast majority of our friends, and we happened to enjoy pushing each other on the points that made us react the most strongly. Then we could laugh about it over cookies and cocoa.

Thankfully, Eva had strong lungs that could handle the intensity, and she breathed slowly with a series of powerful, deliberate breaths to regain herself after each and every orgasm, but each and every orgasm affected her a little more strongly than the last one while her refractory period fell to smaller and smaller intervals as the feelings of her own helplessness intensified. Finally, she chose to flop onto her side, and I knew she was ready for the finale. I opened the app and chose the vibrator setting I'd saved as "Eva" after a game where I fine-tuned the device for a good three hours while she was bound and gagged to find the settings and randomized signals (after all, I am a decent coder after 6 years of engineering college) that gave her the most intense, most frequent orgasms. Instantly, she arched with another of her muffled "Nnnnnnnnnnngggggg!" wails.

As expected, this set Eva off in a massive way in her exhausted state, and she began to engage in a series of semi-continuous growls, arches, and squirms of ecstatic orgasm. She fought the ropes and the tape with a passion, and she was sweating bullets nonstop. Indeed, all the correct buttons had been pushed this time, and for the next 5 minutes Eva went through this pleasurable cycle of pain and delight. If I orgasmed so many times, after 2 minutes I'd tap out and be screaming from the pain, but Eva couldn't be happier. After those 5 minutes, I turned off the wand, removed the hood, and undid the vet wrap to reveal a beet red Eva whose face was dented by the vet wrap and soaked in sweat. I could see that this was going to be a long process to release her by the glazed look in her eyes: subspace. I'll end this story on this note and with what Eva said afterwards.

"Thanks, Janie. You make c-mming my brains out into a fun athletic challenge. Remember that revenge is a b-tch, though, and it's going to hit you like a box of rocks when you most expect it."