Cheri : 04 - Tied Up By the Maintenance Man continued... (M/F, F/M)
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04 - Tied Up By the Maintenance Man continued...
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By Cheri
Tuesday, December 6th 2005 - 04:35:03 AM
Tied Up By the Maintenance Man continued...
For those of you who remember the story, this started many years ago when I was still single and living in a plush apartment complex. The maintenance man named Jim accidently revealed his fetish for bondage when a bondage book slipped out of his work bag when he was fixing some things at my apartment. One thing led to another and well, he tied me up with full permission from me.
(note from Canuck: i could not find the story that she is referring to)
Initially, Jim was clumsy. He was looking through my dresser for tools to use on me when I tapped him on the shoulder and scared him half to death. He finally found some tools of mine to use, tied and gagged me and we were interrupted by his boss Doug.
Story made short, Doug told Jim he had to leave to go to another job and he leaves me there for an hour.
The maid who always follows the maintenance man to cleanup come in, sees me tied and gagged and lying on the bed. Figures this is some sex game so leaves me. I of course want to be set free but am unable to communicate this.
Next the apartment manager comes in. Sees me. Notices the light on in the bathroom which Jim left on accidently when he was interrupted by Doug, says "Ooops" and walks out paying no attention to my mmmpphhhs. Next Doug comes in and figures this all happened after Jim left. He notices the light on in the bathroom and also assumes that I have a guest so he leaves.
Jim comes back about an hour later and finally unties me.
Feeling guilty, he takes me to one of those outside 50's diners something like Sonics. While eating there, he gets into this handgagging thing as I sing to the 50's and 60's songs.
Now we are done and going back to my apartment. Jim the gentleman, walks me to the apartment and politely asks me if he can come in. I agree.
Since he is now off duty, I ask Jim if he would like a drink. I tell him I have rolling rock, bud light, red wine or gin and tonic. He agrees to a bud light.
As I go to my bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes, I find Jim's bondage book. This is the little culprit that started it all. I leaf through it and check out the various techniques and positions used. I also notice a section of bondage techniques on men. One chapter in particular had a picture of a man tied to a chair and detective gagged. I think hmmmmmm.
So I GO BACK OUT to see Jim holding the book in my hand. Jim starts stuttering and apologetically says he forgot that when Doug interrupted us. I said I know. I then showed Jim what I was looking at.
Jim surprised said that he had seen that as and indicated that he had never been tied up before...but wanted to be.
I told him that he had tied me up so now it was time to return the favor.
So I go to my bedroom and pull out some nylons and a scarf. I tell Jim to stand up. He complies. I tell Jim to put his hands behind his back. He does. I then tie his hands tightly with my nylon.
Jim was rather a slender built guy, probably in his mid 20's. He was in shape but not too strong. In any event, my nylons, I was sure would hold him and they did.
I then had him sit on the couch and I tied his feet. Then I walked behind the couch and asked him if he had any last words. While he was speaking, or trying to speak and before he could get too many words out, I cleave gagged him with one of my scarves and then detective gagged him with another.
Now Jim was my captive! Tables had been turned. "My oh my" I said outloud. "What should I do with my handsome captive?". I began to tease and torment him asking him if he had any idea of what it was like to be bound and gagged for an hour with maids, apartment managers and maintenance managers walking in, seeing me like this and not coming to my aide because I am unable to tell them anything and they think this is a sex game?
He smiled with his eyes and I could hear him giggle or it sounded with a giggle with a mmmppphhh added to it.
I told him not to worry. I wasn't going to call anybody in....yet. His eyes got big. Then I asked him how it felt to be tied up and helpless. How did it feel to be at my total mercy. He didn't seem to think he was in any real danger with me and in fact he wasn't, but I wanted to play it up.
I know where most mens ticklish spots are so went to town tickling Jim while he squirmed around. He laid down on the couch. I saw an opportunity so tied his feet to one end of the couch. And then went about tickling his sides. He squirmed and almost fell off the couch. I caught him. I then sat next to him so he wouldn't slide off the couch and hurt himself.
This went on for awhile. I removed the detective gag and as he tried to speak, I quickly handgagged him, thumbs down and said what was all of that hand-over-the-mouth stuff at the restaurant while I was trying to sing 50's and 60's songs? I took my hand away but before he could speak, quickly covered his mouth again.
Not much fun being silenced when you want to speak is it Jimmy-Boy? You want to talk? You want to say something? I asked Jimmy.
He nodded yes. I said no and left my hand over his mouth for a little longer. I then grabbed my scarf and regagged him first with a cleave gag and then with a OTM Detective gag. I then told him I had to go away for awhile, would be back but don't go away.
Then I thought, wait a minute. I had an old curtain rope so brought that in and tied it around and in between Jimmy's arms and tied that off to the other end of the couch. This would both secure him and prevent him from slipping off the couch. I put the rope between his arms so it wouldn't accidently slip up around his neck.
I then went outside by the pool which was a short distance away and asked one by one three people to come in my apartment, see my piece of work with instructions that they were not to untie him, just look at him and then made some comment like "Ooops" and walk out.
This was hilarious. Each person walked in, acted surprised and a few were, saw Jimmy all trussed up, said "Ooops" or "Sorry", or "Where's Cheri" and walked out while Jimmy mmmpphhhed in vain.
I checked the time and left him like that for exactly an hour, the same amount of time I was trussed up.
Finally, I came back and slowly untied him. He had been tied longer than he had expected but the real surprise was that he enjoyed the whole thing. And so did I. And for that matter, so did the others. I understand that we inspired some others to engage in the fetish that very nite.
I found a maintenance man who was a little shy about bondage so you never know where you can find a willing partner and have some fun.
Have a great day!
Cheri
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Cheri
handgagged@yahoo.com
http://www.yahoo.com/handgagger
USA
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04 - Tied Up By the Maintenance Man continued...
Story index at the bottom
By Cheri
Tuesday, December 6th 2005 - 04:35:03 AM
Tied Up By the Maintenance Man continued...
For those of you who remember the story, this started many years ago when I was still single and living in a plush apartment complex. The maintenance man named Jim accidently revealed his fetish for bondage when a bondage book slipped out of his work bag when he was fixing some things at my apartment. One thing led to another and well, he tied me up with full permission from me.
(note from Canuck: i could not find the story that she is referring to)
Initially, Jim was clumsy. He was looking through my dresser for tools to use on me when I tapped him on the shoulder and scared him half to death. He finally found some tools of mine to use, tied and gagged me and we were interrupted by his boss Doug.
Story made short, Doug told Jim he had to leave to go to another job and he leaves me there for an hour.
The maid who always follows the maintenance man to cleanup come in, sees me tied and gagged and lying on the bed. Figures this is some sex game so leaves me. I of course want to be set free but am unable to communicate this.
Next the apartment manager comes in. Sees me. Notices the light on in the bathroom which Jim left on accidently when he was interrupted by Doug, says "Ooops" and walks out paying no attention to my mmmpphhhs. Next Doug comes in and figures this all happened after Jim left. He notices the light on in the bathroom and also assumes that I have a guest so he leaves.
Jim comes back about an hour later and finally unties me.
Feeling guilty, he takes me to one of those outside 50's diners something like Sonics. While eating there, he gets into this handgagging thing as I sing to the 50's and 60's songs.
Now we are done and going back to my apartment. Jim the gentleman, walks me to the apartment and politely asks me if he can come in. I agree.
Since he is now off duty, I ask Jim if he would like a drink. I tell him I have rolling rock, bud light, red wine or gin and tonic. He agrees to a bud light.
As I go to my bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes, I find Jim's bondage book. This is the little culprit that started it all. I leaf through it and check out the various techniques and positions used. I also notice a section of bondage techniques on men. One chapter in particular had a picture of a man tied to a chair and detective gagged. I think hmmmmmm.
So I GO BACK OUT to see Jim holding the book in my hand. Jim starts stuttering and apologetically says he forgot that when Doug interrupted us. I said I know. I then showed Jim what I was looking at.
Jim surprised said that he had seen that as and indicated that he had never been tied up before...but wanted to be.
I told him that he had tied me up so now it was time to return the favor.
So I go to my bedroom and pull out some nylons and a scarf. I tell Jim to stand up. He complies. I tell Jim to put his hands behind his back. He does. I then tie his hands tightly with my nylon.
Jim was rather a slender built guy, probably in his mid 20's. He was in shape but not too strong. In any event, my nylons, I was sure would hold him and they did.
I then had him sit on the couch and I tied his feet. Then I walked behind the couch and asked him if he had any last words. While he was speaking, or trying to speak and before he could get too many words out, I cleave gagged him with one of my scarves and then detective gagged him with another.
Now Jim was my captive! Tables had been turned. "My oh my" I said outloud. "What should I do with my handsome captive?". I began to tease and torment him asking him if he had any idea of what it was like to be bound and gagged for an hour with maids, apartment managers and maintenance managers walking in, seeing me like this and not coming to my aide because I am unable to tell them anything and they think this is a sex game?
He smiled with his eyes and I could hear him giggle or it sounded with a giggle with a mmmppphhh added to it.
I told him not to worry. I wasn't going to call anybody in....yet. His eyes got big. Then I asked him how it felt to be tied up and helpless. How did it feel to be at my total mercy. He didn't seem to think he was in any real danger with me and in fact he wasn't, but I wanted to play it up.
I know where most mens ticklish spots are so went to town tickling Jim while he squirmed around. He laid down on the couch. I saw an opportunity so tied his feet to one end of the couch. And then went about tickling his sides. He squirmed and almost fell off the couch. I caught him. I then sat next to him so he wouldn't slide off the couch and hurt himself.
This went on for awhile. I removed the detective gag and as he tried to speak, I quickly handgagged him, thumbs down and said what was all of that hand-over-the-mouth stuff at the restaurant while I was trying to sing 50's and 60's songs? I took my hand away but before he could speak, quickly covered his mouth again.
Not much fun being silenced when you want to speak is it Jimmy-Boy? You want to talk? You want to say something? I asked Jimmy.
He nodded yes. I said no and left my hand over his mouth for a little longer. I then grabbed my scarf and regagged him first with a cleave gag and then with a OTM Detective gag. I then told him I had to go away for awhile, would be back but don't go away.
Then I thought, wait a minute. I had an old curtain rope so brought that in and tied it around and in between Jimmy's arms and tied that off to the other end of the couch. This would both secure him and prevent him from slipping off the couch. I put the rope between his arms so it wouldn't accidently slip up around his neck.
I then went outside by the pool which was a short distance away and asked one by one three people to come in my apartment, see my piece of work with instructions that they were not to untie him, just look at him and then made some comment like "Ooops" and walk out.
This was hilarious. Each person walked in, acted surprised and a few were, saw Jimmy all trussed up, said "Ooops" or "Sorry", or "Where's Cheri" and walked out while Jimmy mmmpphhhed in vain.
I checked the time and left him like that for exactly an hour, the same amount of time I was trussed up.
Finally, I came back and slowly untied him. He had been tied longer than he had expected but the real surprise was that he enjoyed the whole thing. And so did I. And for that matter, so did the others. I understand that we inspired some others to engage in the fetish that very nite.
I found a maintenance man who was a little shy about bondage so you never know where you can find a willing partner and have some fun.
Have a great day!
Cheri
(-:
Cheri
handgagged@yahoo.com
http://www.yahoo.com/handgagger
USA
__________________________________________________________________________
Cheri's stories
- 01 - Our version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (m+/f+)
- 02 - Honey: Our Kids Tied Up The Babysitter! (mf/f, f/mf)
- 03 - Honey: The Kids tied me up..mmmmppphhh (mf/F)
- 04 - Tied Up By the Maintenance Man continued... (M/F, F/M)
- 05 - My First Tie Up Experience (f/f, mmm/fff)
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