Upon arriving I emptied the contents of my bag for Chloe to see, a 10 metre length of purple bondage rope, 4 various lengths of red rope, a ball gag, duct tape, some ties and socks. Before getting into the fun stuff; Chloe and I had set a rule of no explicit adult play (a rule we would make very murky, but one we would respect nonetheless) for this reason I was bound fully dressed: t shirt, jeans, and for those that know me- obviously my converse.
The first tie, Chloe used the thinner, red rope to secure me to a dining chair. My hands were bound behind the chair with the rope secured to the base of the chair, out of reach, my legs were fastened to their respective chair legs with the knots similarly tied under the chair. Initially I was quite impressed with the way in which Chloe went about securing me, despite her protests of naivety; her rope work demonstrated a knowledge far beyond what she was letting on.
Chloe started baking while I remained at the opposite end of the kitchen watching, I took full advantage of being able to speak by taunting her and being an overall smart arse, all the while slowly working at my restraints. Despite the impressive intricacies of my bondage, the thinness of the rope allowed me to pull it in ways that created slack and soon enough I was out and took every opportunity to gloat.
Not one to admit defeat, Chloe took to retying me using the 10 metre purple rope. Once again my hands were bound behind the chair, but this time I could feel her cinch every wrap of my wrists with expert precision. She proceeded to take the two ends of rope and use them to secure my upper arms to the chair back, wrapping the rope around my biceps and threading it through the chair slats. Finally, tying the rope off beneath the chair again, it was at this point I realised how much more snug I felt in this tie as opposed to the first. Chloe then began work on my legs, using the red ropes to first bind my ankles the same as before, but this time wrapping the rope over my converse so I was forced onto my toes. Eventually, being satisfied that I was bound to the chair, she began rummaging through the bag before holding a tie in front of my face. She deftly moved behind me and I was sure all my trash talk had finally caught up with me, but to my surprise she tied it tight over my eyes.
So there I sat, trussed up and blindfolded in this girl’s kitchen. I continued to taunt, given it was the only thing I could do, Chloe slowly moved around me occasionally breathing on my neck or scratching my chest. At one point I felt something pressed to my lips, it was a chocolate button, she had taken the opportunity to feed me, the chocolate button was soon replaced with what was unmistakably her lips and we sat there, me bound to the chair, her on my lap, making out.
This is why I mentioned our rule earlier, neither of us want to ruin our friendship, but we’re happy to have found a play partner in one another. The difficulty arises when you realise that we both enjoy this dynamic a lot, me being tied up and her enjoying having me at her mercy.
After a few more kisses, Chloe asked her Alexa to change a song; I saw my opportunity and immediately shouted “Alexa skipâ€.
Without hesitation Chloe jumped off my lap and moved over to the bag, being blindfolded I didn’t know what she was doing but I had a pretty good idea. Suddenly I felt her behind me, and a plastic ball pressed to my lips,
“open†she demanded. Admittedly I struggled to contain my excitement as she fastened the ball gag in my mouth, making all the necessary grumbles and protests to add to my captivity. However, I realised she had been kind, not fully securing it in my mouth so I proceeded to spit it out, because if I’m going to be gaggged I want to be gagged properly.
Chloe quickly got to work replacing the gag, this time pulling it as tight as possible, causing me to let out an mmhhpp of exertion. But she wasn’t finished, I heard the unmistakable sound of tape ripping and soon enough I was sat there with duct tape plastered over the ball gag, barely able to make a sound.
I sat there struggling for another 20 minutes while Chloe finished baking, she would occasionally bite my neck or scratch my legs, making me jolt in the chair all the while laughing at my muffled cries. Once the baking was done, she moved over to my bound state, tearing the tape from my lips and removing the ball gag. I caught my breath before she carefully fed me a muffin, still being blindfolded I had to rely on her commands as to when to open wide.
Satisfied that I was fed, Chloe softly moved behind me, I felt the fabric of another tie gently cupping my chin.
“I swear if you’re going to put that in my mouth-“
“It’s like you read my mind†Chloe teased, cleave gagging me tightly. I mumbled as Chloe moved in front, holding me chin in her hand, “besides you’ve talked a lot today and it hasn’t helped you†I let out a defiant mmhhppp causing her to giggle. Chloe then pulled the blindfold from my eyes, after adjusting to the light I scowled at her. She sat in front of my chair cross legged, watching every move and grunt I made and much to her enjoyment I couldn’t escape. Despite my best efforts, she had rendered me completely helpless and eventually I had to beg for my release, a fact she still reminds me of.
So that was mine and Chloe’s first play together, I have since been tied up by her again and we plan on doing more going forward, with some potential photoshoots in the future. We still aim to keep it clean as best we can, I’ve been very open with her about where I am emotionally and as stated before neither of us want to complicate things; but we’re both very happy to keep playing together. I hope you enjoyed my tale of tugs and muffins, please let me know if you’d like to hear more going forward
Love to be tied-up 