“Enthusiastic, an MJ Origin Story from “the middle years”. (M/F , consensual, tape gag, bit gag, cleve gag, rope

[CleveKnots1969]

Preface:

Having reached an age where it feels not only natural but necessary to set down the experiences of my youth, I’ve decided to test my writing skills once more and gather a handful of fond memories into a series of tales. Before I begin, it seems only fair to offer the reader a glimpse of what awaits within.

These pages hold moments that shaped me—some small, some significant, all softened by the passage of time. They are not meant as history or instruction, but simply as stories. In this collection, those stories lean toward adult themes and explore elements of consensual bondage as I experienced them in my younger years. While some details have been embellished for color or pacing, the core events, the personalities involved, and—most importantly—the mutual willingness of every participant remain true to life. Names and locations have been changed to protect privacy.

Each tale centers on a consensual power exchange scenario. There was never any real force, coercion, or deception involved; any sense of danger existed only within the boundaries of role play, something I trust will be evident as the stories unfold. The dynamics portrayed generally reflect a male dominant, female submissive framework, occasionally involving more than one partner, and are written from a heterosexual perspective.

My storytelling tends to be expansive—some might say long winded—but for me, the build up is as essential as the resolution. These narratives are intended for mature adults only. If you are under eighteen, please set this aside and go enjoy the world beyond your screen. If you are between eighteen and twenty five, you may find more value in creating your own stories than in reading mine.

With that, we begin.

My stories generally fall into one of three timelines: my “college years,” which includes some interesting events that occurred both at and during the summers of my collegiate career, my young adulthood after college (which I will refer to as the “middle years” ), and my early maturity or “past present” experiences, for lack of a better description. Interestingly enough, it’s that later slice of life that produced some of the most memorable moments. I am married now, having found my true love later in life, and NONE of those experiences will grace this or any other page, and at no time during my marriage have I ever strayed, so if that is implied in my stories somehow, forgive me as I try to stay to the basic truth of the matter.

At any rate, three recurring female protagonists appear throughout these stories, each based on a real-life partners of mine. I refer to them as “MJ,” “Kate,” and “Jen.” MJ is a shorter redhead, Jen is tall and athletically built with dirty-blond hair, and Kate is the epitome of the beautiful blond you might expect to see on a beach or in a club.

I have a type, as you’ll probably notice, and all three are well built from a male perspective. I dated each of them off and on for several years, drawn back again and again by their adventurous nature and their willingness to accommodate a certain kink of mine. At times, they even seemed to be as interested in bondage as I was—sometimes more.

There are other wonderful women I’ve been intimate with, many of whom also took part in bondage adventures, but MJ, Kate, and Jen were involved in so many of them that they naturally became the leading ladies in many adventures you may find here.

I have three "origin" stories one each for Kate, Jen and MJ. This is because our relationships continued on and off for a number of years with other women and even one of the other three floating in and out of my life here and there. the "Origin" is the first real bondage experience I had with each and from there our adventures were born. Its kind of a place marker for each of them where it all started, if you will

OK, OK Enough.. here we go

Note : to be completely honest, these two events took place several weeks apart. Those weeks consisted of some more basic or generic bondage and sex, but helped build up into the second adventure in this story. These events took place almost exactly as it is told, but for the sake of the story, I had them happen back-to-back rather than as they occurred in actual time.

ON to the story

“Enthusiastic, an MJ Origin Story from “the middle years”.

I met MJ years ago during a party I hosted at my house. She was dating someone at the time, and I was busy trying to find someone special for the weekend, so I hadn’t paid much attention beyond a polite “hello” and a smile. She’d come as a guest of one of my close friends, and it wasn’t until eight months later that this friend mentioned MJ had asked about me. MJ had broken up with the man she’d been seeing and wanted to know if I was involved with anyone.

I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so—trying to remember what MJ even looked like—I agreed to what was essentially a blind date. I chose a safe meeting place where I could reacquaint myself with her and still have an escape plan if things went sideways. We settled on an outdoor lunch.

It was a Thursday, unseasonably warm for early March, the temperature already pushing 80 degrees. We met at a small café downtown. I was pleasantly surprised when MJ arrived, though I still couldn’t recall our first meeting at the party.

MJ was a very cute girl—28 years old, about 5'4", with auburn hair that fell just below her shoulders, more straight than curly. Her complexion was fair, as many redheads are, and she had a slightly upturned button nose above a lovely set of lips. Her green eyes crinkled when she smiled, inviting you to smile back.

She wore a conservative skirt that day, a dark color I can’t quite remember, but the cut suited her. What I remember perfectly, though, is the yellow sweater she wore—a soft eggshell knit with a V neck that hugged her figure. She had the figure for it, too. The neckline dipped into a nicely shaped cleavage that suggested a hint of daring beneath an otherwise modest outfit, leaving you wondering what sort of undergarments she might be hiding. Her measurements were (I know because ultimately, I bought her a ton of underwear and other outfits) a stunning 36-25-36.

MJ worked in a professional office just a few blocks away and traveled around the state regularly to provide training. She also enjoyed acting in local theater when her schedule allowed—a fondness for the dramatic that, as I’d later learn, became a great asset to our relationship.
We talked for almost an hour, and when I finally checked my watch, I realized I was late for an appointment. She seemed just as engrossed in the conversation as I was and had also lost track of time. We agreed to meet for dinner the next evening.

That evening went well, as did the one after. I liked MJ, and it seemed she liked me too. The following Friday, after a movie, I was driving her home, and our conversation drifted to our houses—she had a townhome—and soon we found ourselves talking about furniture.

At some point, MJ drifted into talking about the bedroom furniture she planned to buy. She mentioned needing a king sized bed because she was such a restless sleeper, then added—almost offhand—that it was hard to find one with proper bedposts. She paused only long enough to breathe before finishing, in the same casual tone someone might use to discuss a favorite TV show, “They’re essential. I like the occasional bondage role play.”
Just like that.
The air in the car seemed to thin. She didn’t blush, didn’t grin, didn’t check to see whether she’d startled me. She simply continued looking out the windshield as if she’d commented on the weather.

I, on the other hand, was caught completely off guard. I don’t remember what I said in response—if I said anything at all. Inside, her words were still echoing, loud and metallic, as if she’d announced them over the intercom at a baseball stadium. Had I heard her correctly? Was she teasing? Testing me? Or was this simply her, unfiltered, direct, and entirely comfortable with who she was?

It was this casual attitude that helped shape my own directness with women I later dated when it came to the topic of tying them up. I realized as I matured that everyone has a “kink” of some sort. In fact if they don’t, then they are probably hiding it or repressing it, neither is healthy. I also found that a modest percentage of women have tried bondage, and many of them enjoy it. MJ was one of the latter
At any rate, I was too shocked to inquire at that time, but with the warm feeling running through my body, I would be sure to find out soon.

Our evening unfolded easily, the kind of night where conversation never felt forced and the silences were comfortable. When I walked her to her door, she turned toward me with a soft, almost tentative smile. The first kiss she gave me was a simple, gentle meeting of lips—polite, warm, the kind of good night kiss that could have ended the evening right there.
But it didn’t.
A heartbeat later, she leaned in again, and the kiss deepened—slowly at first, then with some serious passion. What began as a courteous farewell shifted into something more charged, and as we pulled into each other, I could feel her chest press against mine. My hand wandered down her back and along her backside, and as I did this, hers did the same. My other hand came off of her neck and started on her hip, moving upward and over her shirt, first barely touching the side of her breast, but when no objection came forth, I allowed a full hand to slowly rub forth and then make a slight grip, feeling the firm flesh through her shirt and bra.
She had also allowed her hand to wander, first down and over my chest and then inverted and brushing against my groin with a slight grope when I took hold of her chest.

She tilted her head, a slow smile forming. “Dinner next weekend? I’d like that. I’m curious to see what you can do in a kitchen… since you’ve already proven what you can do on a doorstep.” She gave me one last lingering look before slipping inside. As the door was closing, she stuck her head back out, “and then maybe we will see what other talents you have “

The next weekend, I decided to go for it and find out if she was I fact, “into” bondage and set aside a few extra ties around my bedroom so that if I had the opportunity, some light bondage equipment would be at hand, but my room would not appear to be set up as I had expected it.

MJ arrived at my house a little after seven that Friday night, and I couldn’t help noticing she’d brought an overnight bag. She set it just inside the doorway of my bedroom with an ease that suggested she felt comfortable being there, and that small gesture sent a quiet thrill through me.
She looked effortlessly striking that night—wearing a white silk button up blouse with the top two buttons undone, a black skirt that fell to mid thigh, and her auburn hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. She never needed makeup to look pretty, but the light touch she’d applied highlighted her cheekbones and gave her lips a soft, warm color. She wore almost no jewelry, and the simplicity of her look only made her more eye catching. I found myself having to keep my eyes focused on her face as they wanted to wander down to her bust line. I found meself wondering what color bra and panties she had on and if she ever wore garters.

I’d cooked pasta and chicken—after confirming she liked both—and we’d shared a few drinks. I stuck with beer, as usual, while she enjoyed a glass or two of red wine. The evening had unfolded easily, and we shared some more of each other's past lives and loves, which seemed to really make our closeness more comfortable.

As we sat on the couch we began to kiss, which eventually led to us walking each other lip-locked into the bedroom. There we continued our foreplay, and I backed her up to a sink which leads to the master bath. I lifted her up to sit on the sink counter, and when I did so I held her hands behind her.

When I did so she began to pant a bit harder than before I did. I grabbed both wrists with one hand and held them together behind her back while my other hand began to unbutton her shirt.

“Yes., Yes…..oh Yes” MJ began to moan….”Take me” I unbuttoned the entire shirt and pulled back the sides so that they fell over her arms, which were still behind her back. I bunched up the shirt in a manner that trapped her arms behind her and began to paw the black lace bra that held her breasts.

I answered one of my questions and found that she had on a light blue bra with a front clasp and made of a very thin material, the darkness of her nipples was evident through the material as was their growing hardness

“Oh God yes…..More, yes more…Do with me what you will.” Which I felt sounded a bit overdramatic, but honestly, I found it invigorating. At this point, the rush of blood was like a tidal wave in my ears, and I was kissing, biting, licking, and mauling all at once, over, under, and around her bra, between her legs, and around her neck.

I began to think that things could not go any better at this point and planned to pull her to the bed and make love right then and there…

But I was wrong…things could get better. And they were about to…

As I pulled MJ down from the sink, prepared to carry her to the bed, she said in a horse but strong voice…. “Bind my hands tighter and take me any way you want” …

Again, I don’t recall my immediate answer, but be assured it was in the affirmative, and instead of wrinkling her shirt to oblivion by tying it in a knot, I turned her way from me, holding her upper arms behind her back with my left arm, I carefully stepped her back towards my closet. When we reached the doorway of my closet, I found the ties I had placed on the inner doorknob. I sifted through them and selected a green terry cloth bathrobe belt that I had kept for years. Crossing her wrists, I bent her slightly over and wrapped the rope like cloth around her wrists in a figure-8, tying them tight together.

I noticed that MJ had closed her eyes and was enjoying the moment, and I decided to take another step. Taking a solid blue tie I had from my college years, I released her hands and brought the tie up to her eyes. MJ straightened up and didn’t utter a word as I blindfolded her with it. I noticed she was biting her bottom lip as I turned her around and kissed her.

The kiss was more passionate that any other we had shared so far. She was almost animal-like with her tongue and teeth. My hands roamed her body freely and pulled her bra down below her breasts, but still under them, which accented them more and well as acting as a sort of upper body tie.

I asked MJ if she was OK and she responded with an enthusiastic “yes!” I led her toward the bed and bent her over it face-first. Holding her wrists by the tie, I removed her panties. Bringing my hand back up along the inside of her thighs, I found that she was wet with anticipation. I let three fingers probe and tickle for a moment, which my other hand quickly unbuckled and dropped my own pants, and then my shorts.

I was completely erect but wanted to slow the pace just slightly, using the length of my rod against her engorged pussy, first rubbing against her back and forth before slowly entering her from behind. MJ was completely unrestrained in her moans and cries of pleasure. This was a huge turn on for me as well as she became louder and louder.

Having been provided with the perfect opportunity to attempt to muffle her cries, I placed my hand over her mouth, hand gagging her. This jus made MJ moan harder, having the benefit of the muffling. As we pushed and pulled I let the middle two fingers of that hand bend in slightly and enter between her lips for her to bite on. MJ somehow increased her energy, letting out a number of even louder “mmmmphs” into my hand while slightly nibbling on the fingers.

I removed my hand and when I did MJ blurted, “oh..more…oh yes…more…god”

With this I reached for a multi colored tie I had thrown on, hanging onthe headstand when I blindfolded her. Folding in lengthwise in two, I knotted the middle with two knots on top of each other. As I held the knotted tie a few inches to either side of the knot, I leaned forward and placed it by MJ’s nose. She must have the knot on her upper lip, and she opened her mouth to accept the gag. Grabbing the ends like the reins of a horse I rode MJ for a few moments and then tied the gag securely behind her neck.

I pulled out, grabbed MJ by the waist and threw her onto the bed, legs spread and arms bound behind her back. I unsnapped the bra, letting it hang on her arms while I sat lightly on her stomach, letting my dick settle between her breasts. With a slight back and forth motion I rubbed between her tits, which were firm enough to be standing up with very little sag and offered a modest amount of friction as I continued to rock back and forth. My right hand went up, and over the cleve gag, helping silence her a slight bit more, while my left reached back behind and began to finger her again. I swirled one finger wand and pressed with two others.

MJ was writhing in ecstasy and almost yelling into her gag. I could hear her pitch rise, and not wanting to miss an opportunity to climax with her, I quickly moved back off her, on my knees, and pulled her waist up into me with her legs on either side of me.

Drilling as deep as I could, I grabbed both of her legs using them as leverage while we rocked together back and forth. MJ was only partially muffled by the gag. I loved looking down as she gritted her teeth on the knot and guttural groans escaped her lips. Again, her tempo and pitch rose, I tried to match her as she built, but she managed to climax just before me , with a loud “MMMMMFFFGGGGGGHHHHHHHT” shuddering and shaking as she came. I burst just moments later with my own shudder and gasps.

I sat there for a moment, a bound and gagged woman wrapped around me, gasping into her gag and making low, pleasurable murmurs. I could tell that a smile had formed around the gag. I pulled out slowly and carefully and collapsed next to her. I leaned toward her and kissed her on the neck just under the tight cloth gag that pulled her lips back.

“Are you OK?” I asked in a hushed voice, almost a whisper.

“Oh God Yes” is what I could make out, though it was very muffled and garbled through the gag.

I rested my head on her chest and allowed my fingers to explore and play with her breasts, slowly circling the nipples. She gave a slow and deliberate moan of pleasure as I did this and seemed completely comfortable in her position.

When we were done, I and I untied. We had a frank discussion about bondage. This was only one of a few times I had ever discussed bondage prior to this, and definitely the most honest, open, and enjoyable talk I had ever had on the subject.

MJ told me that she had liked bondage to some degree for a number of years and that it seemed to complement her flair for the dramatic. It also allowed her to give up a lot of the responsibility she felt at work when she was tied up.

MJ’s experiences had mostly been fumbling boyfriends, bad sets of fake handcuffs and a small, leather whip she had at home. She said she enjoyed our game and told me that I could do it whenever I liked. In fact, she said she would encourage me to do it frequently, If I was open to that.

I told MJ how bondage on TV and in the Movies had been inspirational to me and that I had been delighted to find an entire community of bondage lovers was available through online websites. I explained that I was more of a “bedroom Bondage” lover that an “S & M” type, and when MJ asked what I meant by “Bedroom Bondage: I explained that it was mostly role-playing bondage, including a storyline that may involve kidnapping and teasing before the sex part.

MJ seemed very enthusiastic about the idea.

MJ suggested that the next evening we include a role-playing game. We had originally planned to have the date on MJ’s side of town at her condo. I suggested that we start there, but that we end at my house, which would allow me to set up a portion of the house for the exercise.

MJ Agreed. I suggested that we set some ground rules so that there were no surprises and everyone enjoyed the experience.

MJ said that she had no boundaries with the exception that she did not want to get hurt, bruised in any significant manner, and that we should try to keep from letting neighbors or others find out because neither of us wanted to have anyone prying into our affairs.

I asked if I could videotape parts of the evening. I had some digital 8 at the time, which was pretty advanced for a home recorder. MJ was hesitant at first, and I told her that I would only watch it with her and she could take the tape with her when she left if that made her feel more comfortable.

She agreed that I could videotape our games in the privacy of the bedroom, but that she had to be blindfolded so that it would be difficult to identify her, and that she would have the option of destroying the tape after she viewed it.

I took a patio chair from outside and placed it in my room across from a large TV I had on a stand. The chair had a woven wicker seat, black, rounded iron legs that ran up and around the back of the chair in a low curve. There was a crossbar between the rear two legs, and the arms curved back into the front two legs. After a moment's thought, I placed a towel over the wicker as a precaution against rubbing or worse, a splinter.

I set up my video camera on a tripod facing the chair and ran the red, yellow, and green audio/video cords to the back of the TV, which would then display either what the camera was recording or what it had on tape.

I took several lengths of ripped cotton sheets and placed them around the bed, including tying four different straps of the torn sheet to each corner of the bed.

I placed several coils of rope, a number of cloths and handkerchiefs, a roll of duct tape, and some large zip ties in a bag. Checking my refrigerator and freezer for a few items, I found myself satisfied and extremely excited as I watched the clock slowly tick toward 7 pm.

I drove to MJ’s condo as quickly as I dared without risking a ticket. I had taken my Jeep Cherokee, the rear and middle seats already folded down to make one flat surface, covered neatly with several blankets.

When I pulled into one of the guest parking spaces, I barely remembered to lock the Jeep before practically jogging toward her place. MJ’s condo was a two story unit with both a front and rear gated patio. The front patio held a small yard—maybe twenty by thirty feet—laid with artificial grass, a few flowers, and a simple bench. A privacy wall enclosed the space, and a gate opened directly to the parking lot. Her assigned spot sat just a few feet from that gate, close enough that she could step from her car to her door in seconds.

I knocked, and MJ opened the door with a smile that made the rush of my drive feel justified. She pulled me inside, and we shared a brief kiss before she started giving me a quick tour of her place.

The downstairs had a clean, comfortable layout—a bright kitchen and eating area that opened into a cozy living room. A staircase rose along one wall, and just beyond it was the door to her bedroom. A sliding glass door at the back of the living room led to the rear patio, where I noticed a hot tub, a patch of real grass, some shrubs, and a few pieces of simple lawn furniture. It was a surprisingly inviting space, private and neatly kept.

Upstairs, she showed me two additional bedrooms with a bathroom between them. The whole condo felt lived in but thoughtfully arranged.
She asked if I was hungry, and I told her I could definitely eat. She suggested a pizza place she liked just a block away, and I agreed. As we walked, our conversation had that slightly jittery quality.

It wasn’t until we were seated in a quiet corner of a small, genuinely charming Italian restaurant, drinks in hand, that the tension eased. The low lighting, the hum of conversation around us, and the simple act of sitting side by side seemed to settle both of us.

For a few minutes, we just watched the room together, commenting on the people drifting in and out. Then MJ shifted a little closer, and her hand came to rest on my leg, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about last night,” she said, her voice low but steady. “It was… amazing.”

“I’ve been watching the clock crawl all day,” I said. “Couldn’t wait to get here with you.” MJ’s expression softened into something warm and certain. She leaned in without hesitation, closing the small space between us, and kissed me—slowly at first, then with a sudden depth that made the rest of the room fall away. Her hand tightened on my leg."

"So what's your plan," she asked.

"Well, " I started slowly, "If you let me go back ahead of you, I can surprise you at home and take you as my not-so-unwilling captive. "

MJ smiled, "Sounds good so far."

After that, I thought id drive you back to my house and then have some fun with you there.

“You mean tie me up and drive me in your car?” she asked, seemingly astonished.
Well, I mean we can skip that part if you like” I started

No, No she said is a whispered tone as she leaned in so that we were not overheard. That sounds pretty hot, the chance we might get seen, or get pulled over..” Her hand was now on my crotch.. “its crazy, but I think it’s the hottest thing I have ever heard.”

I bit my lower lip. “Well, you may want to slow things down yourelf or we are going to have a problem getting seen right here.” I was starting to get hard, and heat was starting to build within me.

She pulled back, looked me in the eye while she took a long drink from her glass and licked the rim. “Well lets order and get things going, “she said

Thirty minutes later, I paid the bill and left the restaurant before her. She had ordered another drink as I left, which gave me a fifteen-minute head start. She provided me with a key to the townhouse, and I stopped by the Jeep to grab my bag of supplies.

I entered the townhome, placed the bag on the couch, and began to prepare. I took two zip ties and made one into a loop, and then placed a second in a loop, but through the first, which made a set of zip tie handcuffs. I took several more and fed them through my belt loops around my waist so that I could pull them free one at a time.

I took a silk handkerchief and placed it in my left pocket, and took a roll of duct tape and made sure the end was folded back so I could find it and strip tape from it easily.

I prepared several lengths of rope, then folded up a silk scarf and some cloth into lengths that looked right to me.

I placed the last few items back into the bag, carried it out to the Jeep, and set everything in place. After that, I moved her car to the guest parking spot and backed my Cherokee into hers so the tailgate sat just a few feet from her patio entrance. The setup felt deliberate, almost theatrical—exactly the kind of playful energy she and I had been leaning into.

Back inside, I slipped into her master bedroom closet to wait. With the door cracked open, I took in the rows of clothing around me. She had a wider variety than I expected—some everyday pieces, some clearly meant for the stage, and a few that looked like they belonged to past theater roles. Though I was pretty sure I made out a silken “princess Lia” robe and a schoolgirl outfit, complete with a plaid skirt

The front door opened, and I eased back into the shadows. Footsteps moved through the condo, unhurried but purposeful. A moment later, MJ stepped into the bedroom and began placing a few personal items into an overnight bag. One of those items was a small silver oblong device that she thumbed on and off a low hum coming from the vibrator. Satisfied it was working, she placed that in the bag.

Unexpectedly, she then turned away from me and began to doff her blouse, placing it on top of her bureau, she slowly leaned over as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled those down.

Then, without turning her head, she glanced toward the closet—toward me—and a small, knowing smile curved across her face. It wasn’t surprise. It wasn’t uncertainty. It was the quiet acknowledgment of a plan we had both agreed to, each of us playing our part.

My pulse started to quicken.

She stepped free from her pants, showing off a small set of pink panties that were not quite a thong but also not exactly covering her assets. When she leaned over to pull her feet from the pants, I watched the lower curve of her breasts as they pushed on the matching bra, just catching a side and partial bottom view for a few moments.

Then she removed the bra, slowly, with her back still to me, teasing and letting only parts of her be seen from my vantage. Reaching into her drawer, she pulled out a white V-neck t-shirt and pulled it over her bare chest. The T-shirt clung tightly, and she had to adjust her boobs so that it would fit tightly to her.
She moved to her left and grabbed a black leather skirt, which she stepped into and tightened around her waist.

Lastly, she sat on the edge of the bed and started to put her feet into two sets of black boots that came halfway up her calves, zipping and buttoning them.

MJ turned to the mirror to admire her look, adjusting her chest in the shirt and lining the skirt just so.

Then she walked in front of the closet after picking up the overnight bag and carrying it toward the bath area just beyond.

This was my cue and I didn’t wait to move.

I stepped out behind her and quickly placed my left hand around her arms and just under her chest while my right clamped down on her mouth stiffiling a surprised cry. I had the folded kerchief palmed, and was pleased with the amount is silenced her.

. MJ Flinched gave a muffled cry into the handkerchief and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Don’t Scream” I said, “And you won't get hurt..understand?” MJ first let out a tiny giggle, then composed herself and nodded yes. I pulled her into the closet and forced her to kneel on the ground. “Don’t look at me” I commanded…MJ nodded again, and I said, “Open your mouth..wide!”

MJ did as she was told, and I tucked the folded handkerchief into her mouth. “Bite down” I commanded again. MJ did, and the slightest corner of the handkerchief was protruding from her mouth.

I pulled her hands behind her and quickly slipped them in the two loops of the zip ties, pulling the end and enclosing each on a wrist, securing her hands behind her tightly. I then tore off several strips of tape and , reaching over her from behind, placed the tape over her lips, making the second and third criss-cross slightly to make sure her mouth was sealed completely. The tape extended almost from ear to ear.

Then I reached into the bag and pulled out a strip of white cloth, it had already been cut to the ideal length and folded so that it was about 4” wide. I pulled the cloth tightly over her eyes and\knotted it neatly behind her head. Next came two more zip ties which I secured her legs and ankles with. I lay MJ on her side and watched as she tested the strength of the duct tape with her hands and kicked with her legs. Now fully into her role, she murmured softly into the gag; her moans could be made out through the layers of tape, but certainly not audible from any distance.

Satisfied that she was not going anywhere in the short term, I raced out the front carrying my bag and hers and entered the Jeep. I started the SUV and backed as close to her gate as I dared. Almost forgetting to unlock the doors, I walked as fast as I could back upstairs.

I found MJ as I left her, lying on her right side, Bound hand and foot, blindfolded, and gagged. MJ lifted her head when I approached and murmured softly again.

“Are you still OK with this?” I whispered into her ear. MJ nodded in the affirmative, and I smiled, “Good,” I replied and gave her breast a small squeeze.

With a pair of cable snips I had brought to quickly release the zip ties, I released MJ’s legs, helped her to her feet, and held her upper arm tightly, leading her to the front door.

MJ was silent with the exception of her breathing in and out of her nose as I opened the gate and peered around the parking lot and at the neighbor's patio doors. She had to be wondering if she was going to be seen as she was led outside to the car, and I could feel some hesitation, but MJ kept walking.

I stopped her at the rear of the Jeep and popped the trunk. I had a thick comforter lying on the floor of the rear and the back seat had been removed. This left two small inset bars that usually held the feet of the removable rear seat and were firmly attached to the back floor of the jeep. I sat MJ on the back of the jeep with her feet sticking out. She squirmed around and swiveled her head, testing the security of the blindfold. I pulled the sides of the blindfold to make sure it had not slipped and pressed on the tape gag, which held the handkerchief in her mouth.

I pulled out the tape and taped around her ankles and then her thighs, three loops each.

Then I wrapped the tape below her breasts and around her arms. This secured her arms tightly to her upper body and gave the address the benefit of pressing tighter against her breasts. I could see then a small dimple of a nipple protruding through the fabric, and I was sure she was enjoying herself.

I lay her on the blanket in the back and took a section of rope I had placed on the back and looped it around her lower legs and passed it through the chair bar on the floor. I then took the other end and tied it around her wrists so that she was effectively lashed to the floor. Two towels were folded into a pillow, which was placed under her head.

I took another look at MJ and closed the trunk.

I entered the driver's seat and started the car. I had just started to pull out when an idea occurred to me. I exited the car, walked to the trunk, and opened it. MJ raised her head, obviously unsure whether I was actually going to transport her bound and gagged in the back of my car. The window tint was dark, so I did not fear someone seeing in, but there is obviously the chance that something unplanned, like a traffic stop or a flat tire, could occur. That was part of the excitement, I thought to myself.

I reached behind MJ and found her bag. Looking in the pockets, I found what I was searching for, the small lipstick-sized vibrator with a wire leading from the back end to a small knob that controlled the speed. Taking the device in hand, I pulled MJ’s body closer to the edge of the door, and when I pulled down her panties, I could hear her excited murmurs begin to grow.

I placed the device within her and turned it on. Almost immediately, MJ started a wave-like groan. As I turned up the speed, her moans became more intense, and as if she was controlled by the knob, her gasps behind the gag became lower in intensity when the knob was lowered. I pulled her panties back up, trapping the vibrator inside her, and placed the speed control in her hand, the wire stretching from under her skirt to her taped wrists. MJ thumbed at the knob for a bit while I watched, first increasing and then decreasing the speed, with each turn a chorus of moans accompanied.

I placed a sheet on top of her and closed the trunk. Then I drove the 20 miles to my home, all the while listening to the hum of the small motor trapped inside my willing captive rise and lower in pitch with her own muffled gasps.

As I drove, It occurred to me that this was not the smartest plan in the world, if we were contacted, we would eventually explain ourselves, but with today’s shock value media, there was always the chance that we could have ended up as a catch line on a half-hour tabloid show. Fortunately, there was no accident, I did not swerve in front of a police car, and a curious trucker did not stare into the back of my car as I made it home in the slow lane.

When I finally did arrive, I backed into my own garage, lowering the door automatically before exiting. I walked back to the rear of my Jeep and, opening the door, found MJ sweating and quiet in the back, Blindfold still attached, though one portion of the tape was beginning to peel away from her mouth and the handkerchief was protruding slighty

.I removed the vibrator and then the rope, lashing her to the back of the car. Ext I unwrapped the tape from around her legs. Slowly, I raised MJ to a sitting position and she shook her head, apparently to clear the stars that must have developed from her 20-minute workout.

I peeled back the tape and pulled out the handkerchief, asking again, “Are you OK?” MJ gasped, a bit breathless, ” Good Grief Yes..that was intense, I’m tingling all over.” I told her that was good. Then I pulled her out of the jeep, laid a blanket on the floor, and had her kneel. Guessing what I was thinking, MJ raised her head and opened her mouth invitingly.

I unzipped my pants and let her pleasure me from her bound kneeling position for a few minutes. Then I raised her to her feet. I walked her over to the empty bay of the garage and under a large eye screw where a heavy bag had hung until earlier that day. I Untaped her hands and unbound her arms, pulling her wrists in front of her.

Taking a white 20’ length of cotton clothes line, I wrapped her wrists together with the inside of the wrists touching. I took the end of the line and, stepping on a step stool, threaded it through the eye bolt and pulled the end. MJ gasped as her arms were pulled toward the ceiling until she was on the toes of her boots and straining to support her weight.

I removed the blindfold and inserted the end of the cloth into a piece of one half inch pvc pipe about 5” long. The outside of the pvc had been wrapped with friction tape. MJ looked at the PVC, which was now in the middle of the length of cloth and asked, “What is that for?” Without speaking a word, I stepped behind her and held the PVC and Cloth in front of her mouth. Understanding, MJ Bit on the PVC, and I secured the loose ends of the cloth behind her heads effectively creating a bit gag that MJ had clenched between her teeth.

MJ’s current position made the T-shirt rise up and expose her abdomen while her skirt revealed the soft curves of her bottom.

MJ strained her teeth against the bit that was in her mouth, shaking her head back and forth and stretching he rjaws, it was not going and where she decided and saved her energy and moved in slight circles, balancing on her tip toes,

I walked to my bedroom where there was the video camera on a tripod, my wicker, metal-armed chair set on the floor in front of the camera. I turned on the camera and opened a bag containing strips of white cloth, pieces of the sheet I had made into lengths of rope. I also took out a blue spotted kerchief and knotted it in the middle. From the freezer I removed a bowl of Ice and from the fridge a bottle of whipped cream. Lying these on the floor I returned to the garage.

MJ was twisting on the rope still, the rope had giving a inch or so, and she was almost flat-footed but still stretching with her head arched, pulling the homemade bit gag deep into her mouth. I untied the loose end of the rope and let her arms come down from the eye screw.

She moaned a sigh of relief, and for a moment, I was tempted to release her entirely for a while just to be sure she was actually alright. But as I positioned her body in front of me to steer her toward the garage door leading into the house, she turned, looked me in the eye and with her hands secured in front of her, reached toward my pants and grabbed me softly in a caressing manner that, combined with her eye contact, told me all I had to know.

I took MJ into the bedroom, where I stood her next to the bed. I watched her as she scanned the room, and her eyes fixed on the cameras red light blinking on top, indicating it was rolling. MJ stared at it for a bit, and then as I watched, she slowly moved her hands toward her panties and slipped her hand inside, massaging herself in front of the camera, closing her eyes, stretching her neck, and giving a soft moan.

After shaking myself into action, I pulled MJ into the chair that was seated in front of the camera.

I untied MJ’s hands and, as I stood in front of her, she grabbed me under my pants and pulled me toward her again.. I removed the bit gag and she took me in her mouth while I ran my hands up and down her body. I slowly pulled her white T-shirt from her her ample breasts and erect nipples to my waiting mouth.


After a few moments, I pulled her hands away and held them above her, kneeling I kissed her on the lips, and she said simply…”You had better put something in my mouth before I bite or scream.”

I walked behind her, still holding her wrists and slowly positioned her arms so that they were behind the chair. I took a length of white sheet that was once the entire length of a king-sized bed and tied her wrists together and to the seat bar to the rear of the chair. Her hands were not going to move from this spot for a while. I maneuvered to the front and, while letting my hands roam her panty line,. Began to give slow kisses to her neck and lips.

Heeding the warning she had given, I took the blue handkerchief with the knot in it and tied it tightly around her waiting mouth. MJ grunted with a satisfied groan and tugged her head back and forth, checking the gag's security.

I followed the gag with the return of the blindfold, the same white sheet torn blindfold that carried her to this hose. While I was securing it to her head from behind, MJ’s hands found my crotch again and pleaded their point of view in a most satisfying manner. I knelt in front of her and slowly removed her panties with my lips and toungue following them from her body

I secured MJ even further with a length of cloth that criss-crossed her chest, holding her to the chair. This was followed by the slow insertion of her vibrator on high. I then bound her legs to the legs of the chair. Then I took a moment to sit down on the corner of my bed and take full pleasure of her predicament. MJ shook with intense pleasure and moaned into her gag with a sound I will forever remember.

After ten minutes of turning up and down the speed and intensity of the vibrator I removed it, and MJ let her head sag. I brought her back to life over the next ten minutes, first with the introduction of Ice to her nipples and breasts, and then with a line of whipped cream from the canister, which sprayed a line of soft white cream from her chest to her lap and back.

After this operation was concluded, I pulled a chair up next to her. Removing the blindfold, I kissed her on the lips over the gag. “Still OK?” I asked. MJ nodded with a sparkle in her eyes.

She turned her head to look at the television and appeared to be transfixed by her bound and gagged figure. I turned and moved closer to her.

“Look how hot you look, bound to a chair, helpless and tightly gagged.” She nodded, eyes still fixed on the screen, and moved her head back and forth as if determining her best side . I pulled her closer to the TV and camera, picked up the tripod and camera and moved it slowly around her body so she could see her bound hands, shapely figure, as it was secured to the chair and close in on her gag and the teeth that bit down on them.

I was not getting pretty excited and moved the camera back toward the TV, turning the chair so it was at a 30-degree angle to the camera. I removed my pants and shorts, then my shirt, and placed the shirt on the ground between her legs.

Kneeling on top of the shirt, I found that I was at an almost perfect height for her and by grabbing the two curved arms of the chair, I began to pull myself into her. She had to adjust slightly, angling her pelvis slightly and stretching against her bonds, but I was able to enter her and begin to pump. Slowly at first, but in no time I was gasping and trying to save off the inevitable. MJ seemed to be getting close to exploding herself as the chair made a banging noise each time I pulled and pushed.

I gritted my teeth as stars appeared and the rush of adrenaline and euphoria filled my head when I came. MJ screamed into the gag with her head pulled back, pointed up toward the ceiling. I held it for as long as possible, but soon we both finished jerking as the moment passed.

I remained in place, catching my breath, and MJ moaned softly into the gag. She eventually looked up toward me with pleading and curious eyes.

Well My dear, that was rounds one and two, I think I'll tie you to the bed while we warm up for round three…

She sat breathing hard and looking at me, then made a number of grunts and muffled words that I could not distinguish. I leaned forward and, with some effort, pulled the knotted bandanna from between her teeth.

“Im am your willing prisoner, you can tie me anyway and any day. But can we watch that video over while we wait” she asked.

Im in heaven I thought to myself, pure heaven