I asked Grok AI to put together a story featuring me and my girlfriend F/FM

[TapeGaggedJ]

Jamie and Lucy stood side by side in the courtyard of the elegant venue, the warm May sun casting soft shadows on the stone walls. They were at the wedding of their dear friends, Shannon and Lisa, a celebration filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. Jamie, dapper in his light gray suit with a bold pink tie, held a pint of beer, his smile wide and infectious. Lucy, stunning in a floral top and black skirt, clutched a small gift envelope, her gold watch glinting as she adjusted her hair.

The ceremony had been beautiful, with Shannon and Lisa exchanging vows under a flower-laden arch. Now, as the reception unfolded, guests mingled around them, sipping drinks and sharing stories. But Jamie and Lucy had other plans. Catching each other’s eye, they shared a knowing look—time for a little adventure.

Slipping away from the crowd, they navigated through the venue’s corridors, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floors. They reached a heavy wooden door tucked behind a staircase, a faint sign reading "Wine Cellar." Jamie pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room lined with racks of bottles, the air cool and tinged with the scent of oak and aged wine.

They stepped inside, the door creaking shut behind them. Lucy giggled, setting the envelope on a nearby barrel, while Jamie took a sip of his beer before placing the glass down. “We probably shouldn’t be here,” Lucy whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Probably not,” Jamie agreed, stepping closer, “but where’s the fun in following rules?” He reached for a bottle of red wine from the rack, inspecting the label with mock seriousness. “Think Shannon and Lisa would mind if we opened this?”

Lucy laughed, swatting his arm. “Don’t you dare! - we’re already sneaking around.” She leaned against the barrel, her floral top catching the faint light as she looked at him. “You know, I’m glad we came together. Weddings are more fun with you.”

Jamie set the bottle back, his expression softening. “Same here, Luce. Let’s just hope no one notices we’re missing.” They shared a quiet moment, the sounds of the reception a distant hum, as they stood in the cellar, surrounded by the romance of the day—and their own little escape.

Jamie’s hand gently cupped Lucy’s cheek as their lips met in a tender kiss, their embrace tightening as they melted into each other. The world outside—the wedding, the guests, the music—faded into a distant hum. Lucy’s fingers traced the lapel of Jamie’s suit, her floral top brushing against his chest as they leaned closer, the cool air of the cellar contrasting with the warmth between them.

But their stolen moment was abruptly interrupted. A sharp, curious voice echoed from the top of the stairs: “Who’s down there?” The sound jolted them apart, their eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement. Before they could respond, the distinct clack of heels on the wooden floor began to descend, growing louder with each step as the woman approached the cellar.

Lucy stifled a laugh, pressing a hand to her mouth, while Jamie quickly straightened his tie, his pint of beer still sitting on the barrel beside them. They exchanged a glance, silently debating whether to hide among the racks of bottles or face the intruder head-on, their hearts racing from both the kiss and the sudden interruption.

As the clack of heels grew louder, the cellar door swung open, revealing Nisha, the stern landlady of the venue. Her presence filled the room with authority, her dark eyes narrowing as she took in Jamie and Lucy standing awkwardly among the wine racks. Dressed impeccably in a black outfit, she crossed her arms, her expression unimpressed. “This area is off limits,” she declared, her voice firm. “You shouldn’t be down here.”

Jamie and Lucy exchanged a quick, sheepish glance. Jamie fumbled with his tie, stepping forward. “We’re so sorry, Nisha. We didn’t mean to—” he began, but Lucy cut in, nodding vigorously, “Yes, it was just a mistake. We’ll head back upstairs.”

Nisha’s gaze didn’t soften. Instead, she shook her head and reached for the door. “You need to learn not to be so nosy,” she said sharply, pulling it shut behind her. The click of the lock echoed in the cellar, leaving Jamie and Lucy trapped inside, their apologies cut short as they realized the predicament they were now in.

The lock clicked firmly into place, sealing Jamie and Lucy inside the cellar. Nisha turned back to face them, her heels clicking against the stone floor as she pointed toward a wooden bench at the back of the room. “Sit down, both of you,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. Reluctantly, they moved to the bench and sat side by side, the cool wood pressing against their backs.

Nisha studied them for a moment, her arms still crossed, before her lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. “Have you ever been tied up before?” she asked, her voice lowering with curiosity.

Jamie and Lucy exchanged a quick, awkward glance. Lucy cleared her throat, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Uh, yes,” she admitted, “but only when we’re, you know, playing in the bedroom.”

Nisha’s eyebrows shot up, and she waved a hand dismissively. “No, no, that’s not what I meant,” she clarified, a hint of amusement breaking through her stern demeanor. “I meant, have you ever been tied up as hostages?”

The question hung in the air, leaving Jamie and Lucy wide-eyed and silent, unsure whether to laugh or brace themselves for what might come next.

Jamie and Lucy sat frozen on the bench, their eyes locked on Nisha as she shook her head at their response. “No, we haven’t,” Jamie stammered, his voice tinged with unease. Lucy nodded in agreement, her hands gripping the edge of the bench.

Without a word, Nisha turned and began rummaging through a drawer near the wine racks. The sound of clinking objects filled the air until she pulled out a coil of rope and a roll of duct tape, holding them up with a determined look. “I’m going to tie you up and gag you,” she announced, her tone unwavering. “It’s a lesson for being so nosy. You need to learn your boundaries.”

Jamie shot to his feet, raising his hands. “Wait, hold on, that’s not necessary—” he started, but Lucy cut in, her voice rising, “Please, we didn’t mean any harm!” Their protests hung in the air, desperate but unheeded.

Nisha fixed them with a stern glare, silencing them. “It’s either that,” she said coolly, “or a £200 fine. Your choice.” The weight of her ultimatum settled over the cellar, leaving Jamie and Lucy exchanging a panicked glance as they weighed their options.

The air in the cellar grew tense as Nisha set the duct tape down and gripped the rope tightly. With a swift motion, she grabbed Jamie by the shoulders, turning him around so his back faced her. Jamie’s protests faded into a resigned sigh as Nisha expertly looped the rope around his wrists, tying them securely behind his back. She then wrapped the rope around his chest, the coarse fibers pressing against his light gray suit, before guiding him back to the bench and sitting him down. Kneeling briefly, she bound his ankles together, ensuring he couldn’t move.

Lucy watched, frozen in place, her eyes wide as she stared at her boyfriend being restrained. Her hands clenched the edge of the bench, her floral top slightly rumpled from the earlier embrace. The reality of their situation sank in, her heart pounding as Jamie gave her a small, reassuring nod despite his predicament.

Nisha stood, brushing her hands off, and turned to Lucy with a calm but firm expression. “Don’t worry,” she said, her voice steady as she picked up the rope again. “You’re next.”

Nisha moved swiftly, grabbing Lucy by the arm and pulling her to her feet. Lucy’s breath hitched as Nisha turned her around, mirroring the way she had restrained Jamie. She looped the rope around Lucy’s wrists, securing them tightly behind her back, then wrapped it around her chest—first underneath her bust, then over, the ropes framing her floral top as they pressed against her. Finally, Nisha sat Lucy back down on the bench beside Jamie and bound her ankles together, ensuring she was as immobile as her boyfriend.

Stepping back, Nisha twirled the roll of duct tape in her hands, her expression unreadable as she observed the couple. Jamie and Lucy squirmed against their restraints, the ropes creaking softly. “This is ridiculous—let us go!” Jamie protested, his voice muffled by frustration, while Lucy added, “Please, Nisha, we’ve learned our lesson!”

Nisha raised an eyebrow, ignoring their pleas. She held up the duct tape, her tone calm but firm. “Quiet down. Jamie, since you’re so vocal, you get to choose—who gets gagged first?”

The couple froze, their eyes darting between each other and Nisha, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the dimly lit cellar.

Jamie took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Lucy’s for a moment before he turned to Nisha. “You can gag me,” he said, his voice steady despite the situation, “but please leave my girlfriend’s mouth free.” Nisha gave a curt nod, stepping closer with the duct tape in hand. She pressed the tape firmly over Jamie’s mouth, wrapping it around his head three times to ensure it was secure. His clean-shaven face allowed the tape to adhere perfectly, muffling any sound as he tested it with a muffled grunt.

Nisha stepped back, twirling the roll once more, and tilted her head at Jamie. “Tell Lucy you love her,” she instructed, a faint challenge in her tone. Jamie’s eyes widened as he tried to speak, but the tape turned his words into an unintelligible hum. He looked at Lucy, his expression softening with affection despite the gag.

Lucy, still bound beside him, met his gaze with a small, brave smile. “It’ll be okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling but reassuring. She leaned slightly toward him, their shoulders brushing as they faced the uncertainty together.

In an unexpected move, Nisha suddenly lunged toward Lucy, her hands moving with practiced speed. Before Lucy could react, Nisha pressed the duct tape over her mouth, wrapping it around her head three times, securing it just as tightly as Jamie’s. Jamie’s muffled shout of protest erupted through his gag, a desperate attempt to stop Nisha, while Lucy’s muffled expletives leaked out, her eyes blazing with frustration despite the tape.

Nisha stepped back, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she twirled the empty roll in her hand. “Oh, I was always going to gag both of you,” she said casually, as if it were an afterthought. She glanced at the bound couple, adding with a sarcastic edge, “I’ll be back whenever I feel like it. Don’t go anywhere or talk too much, alright?” With that, she turned on her heel, the clack of her heels echoing as she exited the cellar and locked the door behind her, leaving Jamie and Lucy in stunned silence.

Bound tightly on the wooden bench, Jamie and Lucy struggled against the ropes and duct tape, their movements frantic at first. The coarse ropes dug into their wrists and chests, and the tape over their mouths stifled their attempts to communicate, reducing their words to muffled grunts. They exchanged desperate glances, each trying to convey a plan or reassurance, but the gags made it impossible. As they squirmed, they couldn’t help but wonder—had Nisha done this before? Her confidence and the ease with which she’d restrained them suggested this wasn’t her first time.

The minutes stretched on, feeling like hours, as their energy waned. Their struggles slowed to occasional upper body squirms, accompanied by faint gagged moans of frustration. They slumped against each other, resigned to their predicament, the dim light of the cellar casting long shadows around them. The distant hum of the wedding reception above was their only reminder of the world outside.

Suddenly, the sound of heels clacking on the floor broke the silence, followed by the metallic click of the door unlocking. Their heads snapped up, eyes wide with a mix of hope and apprehension, as they braced for what—or who—might come through the door.

The door creaked open, and Nisha stepped back into the cellar, her heels clicking with purpose. She approached the bound and gagged couple, her arms folded and a wry smile playing on her lips. Jamie and Lucy, still slumped on the bench, lifted their heads, their eyes reflecting a mix of relief and wariness. Nisha tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over them. “All the guests have left,” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “The day is finished, so I’ll untie you now and let you go to your rooms.”

She began to work on the ropes, her fingers deftly loosening the knots as Jamie and Lucy exchanged a glance, the tension easing from their bodies. The tape was peeled away carefully, revealing their relieved but slightly sore expressions as they regained their freedom.

Jamie and Lucy, finally free from the ropes and tape, stood up slowly, rubbing their wrists where the ropes had left faint marks. Their expressions were a mix of relief and irritation as they faced Nisha. “Thanks,” Jamie muttered begrudgingly, his tone clipped, while Lucy echoed with a reluctant, “Yeah, thank you.” They exchanged a glance before Lucy added, her curiosity piqued despite the ordeal, “How did you get so good at tying up, anyway?”

Nisha’s lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. “That’s my secret,” she said with a playful wink, leaving the couple’s question unanswered. Jamie and Lucy shook their heads, too tired to press further. They turned to leave, wrapping their arms around each other for comfort. As they stepped out of the cellar, Jamie planted a tender kiss on Lucy’s head, pulling her closer as they made their way to their rooms, the strange events of the day finally behind them.