Benjamin : 01 - She had a fantasy of her own (F/M)
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01 - She had a fantasy of her own
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By Benjamin
Sunday, March 2nd 2003 - 10:42:22 AM
This happened a few years back, in my senior year of college. I was dating a drama major named Alyssa. We were a strange match, since I was majoring in business. But we both had an odd sense of humor, and I liked the way she always found ways to surprise me.
One weekend we decided to go to the Mississippi Gulf Coast and stay at a casino. Alyssa thought it would be a great chance to observe quirky people at any hour of the day or night.
We got to the room and got high, fooled around for a while, and then slept til nearly midnight.
That's when we planned to hit the casino floor. But Alyssa had other plans. I got out of the shower and pulled on a pair of jeans, noticing that she was dressing up in one of her many "costumes." This one consisted of black bra and panties, with an old-fashioned garter belt, back-seam stocks and pumps. And she gave me that look...
Alyssa told me she wanted to observe people on her own, but had a little fantasy in mind. She asked how I would like it if she tied me up, so she could haunt the floor, all the while thinking about the hostage she had waiting for her upstairs.
Sounded goofy, but she had that little gleam in her eye. I said OK, and she giggled and clapped her hands.
"Sit down," she said. I did, and she began pulling ropes and scarves from her bag. She knew all along I would accommodate her.
First she bound my wrists behind me, then tied them to the back of the chair. It was plain she didn't want me escaping while she was gone. She used more rope to bind my ankles and legs to the legs of the chair.
"You look so cute and helpless," she grinned. The sight of her in old-style undergarments was even more exciting since I couldn't move.
Alyssa finished dressing while I tested my bonds. She had done an excellent job. It was the first experience I ever had with being tied up, and I was surprised that I found it so arousing.
When Alyssa was ready to go, she picked up a pair of scarves and walked behind me.
"I'm going to have to gag you, Ben. I wouldn't want you calling out for help." Alyssa was fully in character now, whatever character it was. I didn't really want to be gagged, but could do little about it. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, and the feel of the tight ropes binding me to the chair was indescribable. Then, she stuffed one of the scarves in my mouth, and tied the other around it, gagging me.
Then she picked up her purse, blew me a kiss, and left the room.
Now, alone, I felt different. I began working my wrists to try and loosen the ropes, but it did no good. I could hear my labored breathing and muffled grunts as I struggled with the bonds. I began to understand that I truly was at Alyssa's mercy...I was her hostage, under her control. I hoped I knew her as well as I thought.
I spent another hour tied to the chair when suddenly all hell broke loose. It was the hotel fire alarm. Now I began to struggle in earnest, trying to get my wrists untied.
As it turned out, it was a false alarm, and Alyssa thought it was terribly funny that if they hadn't figured it out so quickly, I might have been discovered by firemen checking the rooms.
After she untied my ropes, we made love. And for that, it was her turn to be bound.
Benjamin
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01 - She had a fantasy of her own
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By Benjamin
Sunday, March 2nd 2003 - 10:42:22 AM
This happened a few years back, in my senior year of college. I was dating a drama major named Alyssa. We were a strange match, since I was majoring in business. But we both had an odd sense of humor, and I liked the way she always found ways to surprise me.
One weekend we decided to go to the Mississippi Gulf Coast and stay at a casino. Alyssa thought it would be a great chance to observe quirky people at any hour of the day or night.
We got to the room and got high, fooled around for a while, and then slept til nearly midnight.
That's when we planned to hit the casino floor. But Alyssa had other plans. I got out of the shower and pulled on a pair of jeans, noticing that she was dressing up in one of her many "costumes." This one consisted of black bra and panties, with an old-fashioned garter belt, back-seam stocks and pumps. And she gave me that look...
Alyssa told me she wanted to observe people on her own, but had a little fantasy in mind. She asked how I would like it if she tied me up, so she could haunt the floor, all the while thinking about the hostage she had waiting for her upstairs.
Sounded goofy, but she had that little gleam in her eye. I said OK, and she giggled and clapped her hands.
"Sit down," she said. I did, and she began pulling ropes and scarves from her bag. She knew all along I would accommodate her.
First she bound my wrists behind me, then tied them to the back of the chair. It was plain she didn't want me escaping while she was gone. She used more rope to bind my ankles and legs to the legs of the chair.
"You look so cute and helpless," she grinned. The sight of her in old-style undergarments was even more exciting since I couldn't move.
Alyssa finished dressing while I tested my bonds. She had done an excellent job. It was the first experience I ever had with being tied up, and I was surprised that I found it so arousing.
When Alyssa was ready to go, she picked up a pair of scarves and walked behind me.
"I'm going to have to gag you, Ben. I wouldn't want you calling out for help." Alyssa was fully in character now, whatever character it was. I didn't really want to be gagged, but could do little about it. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, and the feel of the tight ropes binding me to the chair was indescribable. Then, she stuffed one of the scarves in my mouth, and tied the other around it, gagging me.
Then she picked up her purse, blew me a kiss, and left the room.
Now, alone, I felt different. I began working my wrists to try and loosen the ropes, but it did no good. I could hear my labored breathing and muffled grunts as I struggled with the bonds. I began to understand that I truly was at Alyssa's mercy...I was her hostage, under her control. I hoped I knew her as well as I thought.
I spent another hour tied to the chair when suddenly all hell broke loose. It was the hotel fire alarm. Now I began to struggle in earnest, trying to get my wrists untied.
As it turned out, it was a false alarm, and Alyssa thought it was terribly funny that if they hadn't figured it out so quickly, I might have been discovered by firemen checking the rooms.
After she untied my ropes, we made love. And for that, it was her turn to be bound.
Benjamin
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