Nesb1t : She Wanted It (m/f)

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She Wanted It

By Nesb1t

Sun Apr 05 21:57:30 1998

When I was about 17 I lived opposite a girl the same age as me named Kate, we had been good friends for many years as we had been to the same schools and hung around with the same circle of friends. We used to use each other as confidants and had few secrets from each other, although I found her extremely attractive and presumed the feeling was mutual we always had, and have maintained a platonic brother-sister relationship. She and I would sit in one of our bedrooms, listen to records, watch TV, smoke out of the window and generally discuss our angst-ridden teenage lives.
I had always enjoyed the sight of a damsel tied up and struggling on TV even before I was old enough to really appreciate it! Another big turn on for me was women in boots, and in keeping with the fashions in the UK in the late eighties early nineties Kate owned a few nice pairs of boots, her (and my) favourites were a pair of black suede below the knee boots with high heels. I sure she knew the effect they had on me and used to wear them when she made the short trip across the street to see me.

One evening we were siting in her room, watching a video and drinking her dads home-made wine, her parents had gone out to the pub and her 15 year old sister had gone away with her school. The point came in the video where the female heroine was abducted by some villains and tied-up whilst they instigated their long forgotten but no doubt villainous plans. I was loving it, although trying not to seem too interested when Kate suddenly turned to me and said. 'I wonder what I'd do in her situation' I said nothing. She continued. 'Perhaps you could tie me up and I could find out'.

I was still unable to speak so I took a gulp of wine and said 'Are you serious?' She said she was and she reached inside her closet and produced a couple of lengths of rope and some strips of fabric. 'What about your parents?' I managed. 'They won't be home for hours yet' she said. 'I'll be a female secret agent, and you'll be a bad guy whose job it is to abduct me.' I just sat there dumbfounded. She put her hands on her hips and said 'Look are you up for this or what, it's just a bit of harmless role-play!'. I didn't need asking a third time and said 'I'm in', still unable to believe my luck. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a white tee-shirt and so she put on a black pullover and picking up her black suede boots giggled 'I'll need my special agent boots of course'. I nodded, 'Good idea.'. she threw me a bag with the ropes in and gave me a handkerchief, which was supposedly 'chloroformed'.

She left the room and I lowered the lights with the dimmer switch and stood behind the door and waited for her to stumble into my trap (I was really beginning to get into my part by now). She crept in and I grabbed her from behind and placed the handkerchief over her mouth, after a bit of a struggle she went semi-limp in my arms and I dragged her over to her bed and tossed her face first on to it. I sat on the bed next to her and pulling her arms behind her I began to tie her wrists. Taking another piece of rope I pulled her feet together and began tying her ankles, once I'd done this I rolled her over and tied some rope around her knees, I was really enjoying this and finally Kate pretended to wake up . 'You'll never get away with this!' she laughed. So I took a strip of cloth and gagged her with it.

I left her struggling for about 15 minutes then decided to hogtie her with a spare length of rope which she seemed to appreciate. I kept checking that she was ok by getting her to nod if she was, I was still a bit worried that her parents would show up, but they didn't. I began to get into the spirit of things, and I wanted to keep tying her ankles with her gorgeous boots on. I untied her legs and knees and decided to move her into the spare bedroom, I hobbled her ankles with a short length of rope and she tottered into the other room with my pretend gun (my hand) pressed in her back. I sat her down on a wooden chair and unhobbled her ankles and separately retied them to each chair leg and tied her torso to the chair back. Kate was really enjoying it. I sat and watched her struggling to free herself which was some serious quality time. After about ten minutes she loosened the ropes about her wrists and then took a few minutes to untie her waist and free her feet. After taking off her gag and rubbing the circulation back into her ankles and wrists she thanked me for joining in and we agreed that what had gone would a) be another of our shared secrets and b) happen again sometime. We tidied up the evidence and finished watching the video, after a while I returned home, and mulled over my unexpected experiences of that evening.