Wrapped in Ropes and Owned By My Girlfriend As a Birthday Treat [F/M]
Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2025 1:22 pm
After a little break to finish my master’s dissertation (woop), I’m back with some new kinky writing. This one’s based on a scenario from a couple months ago, when my girlfriend Rosie and I took a short trip, and she decided it was the perfect time to tie me up.
We talked through safety beforehand, and she checked in throughout, but I’ve left those details out to keep the story flowing. Hope you enjoy!
My birthday was coming up, so my girlfriend and I took a quick trip to the south coast. We’d barely seen each other lately, uni for me, work for her, and I kept sneaking glances at her as I drove, reminding me just how much I’d missed her. The straight blonde hair. The soft, mousy features. That slim little frame I still couldn’t believe was mine. I caught my own reflection in the rear-view mirror; broad-shouldered, dark blond, chiselled, quickly approaching my late twenties, and hoped I wasn’t punching above my weight. In hindsight, I probably should’ve guessed what Rosie had planned. The drive was full of questions like: “What’s your favourite way to be tied up?” and “If you were going to have some tie up fun where we’re staying, what would you do?”
We pulled into the farm and were greeted by our host, who led us down to a converted barn at the far end of the property; a cosy little hideaway on a half-defunct farm. It was just a studio, but well laid out: a small kitchen and table on one side, a pair of sofas and a TV on the other. At the back, a bed had been raised up on supports, nearly six feet off the ground, to make the most of the space beneath. The whole place was dressed in light wood, soft yellows, and bright blues. Warm, calming, and just remote enough to feel like our own little world for the next two nights.
We thanked our host, who slipped back out the front door with a smile. I dumped our bags inside and wandered into the living area, where Rosie was already curled up on one of the sofas, phone in hand. It was early afternoon, that weird dead zone before dinner, so I hovered awkwardly.
“So... what do you fancy doing? Beach?” I asked, pointing generally in the direction of the beach.
“No thanks,” she said flatly, eyes glued to TikTok.
I grit my teeth and forced a grin. “Alright. Drink? I could wander into town, grab us something nice. We are on holidayyyyy.”
“Nope.” She didn’t even look up. “I just want to sit here and scroll TikTok.”
I stared at her, half amused, half annoyed, and flopped onto the sofa beside her. “So... we’ve driven 200 miles for this? Scrolling TikTok?”
“Yep,” she said brightly, finally glancing over. “And you’re going to watch me do it.” She winked.
I made a show of getting up. “Nah. Don’t think so.”
Before I could stand, she slid over and pressed me firmly back down, straddling my lap with slow, deliberate confidence. Her bright brown eyes staring into mine. “I’m going to tie you up,” she murmured. “You’re going to sit there and watch me do whatever I want. I’m going to tease the fuck out of you... and then, if you’re good, I’ll have some fun with you.” A nervous, horny laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Now be a good boy…” she purred, climbing off, “… grab the bondage bag, please.”
I got up and fetched our travel bag, filled with bondage toys, and dropped it at Rosie’s feet. She smirked, “Get undressed then. Make it sexy, like.” I gave it my best shot, slipping off my shirt and trousers with a slow, exaggerated shimmy. In reality, I probably looked more like I was changing awkwardly in slow motion. She gestured for me to sit back down, then crouched to peel my white crew socks off my feet with a deliberate slowness. Picking up two rolls of pink vet-wrap, she balled one of the socks into my right palm.
“Hold still.” She began wrapping tight spirals starting at my wrist, looping up and over, layer after layer until my fingers vanished into a soft, useless pink mitten. Then the same on my left. I watched, helpless, as both hands were bundled and bound, stripped of all function.
“Wait there,” she said, pointing as she stood. With that, she turned and sauntered over to my bag, hips swaying just enough to let me know this was only the beginning.
She returned holding another sock, and out of the bag, fished a roll of blue kinesio tape and a pair of scissors. Holding the sock up, she gave me a look. “Open your mouth. No more words from you. ”I let out another nervous chuckle and she promptly shoved the sock straight into my mouth. “Mmmph!” I protested weakly, gag muffling the sound as she pushed it in with deliberate pressure. “You’re taking a backseat with this one, baby,” she teased. “Don’t worry about talking.” She leaned in, her voice low and electric. “All I want to hear is your horny little moans.” She cut three strips of tape, tugged them taut, and pressed them one by one over my lips. By the time she’d finished, the lower half of my face was sealed in smooth blue tape, stretching from just beneath my nose down to my chin. Without thinking, I reached up, only to be reminded by my useless pink-mitten hands that touching was no longer an option. “No messing with that gag, baby!” she grinned, smoothing the tape down with both thumbs. Then without warning, she pulled me in and kissed me, slow and teasing, right over the gag.
What followed was a very one-sided make-out session. Rosie’s hands roamed across my half-naked body, teasing my chest and groping the bulge in my bright red boxers. I tried to keep up, but with gagged lips and mitten-wrapped hands, I was more accessory than participant.
Eventually, she leaned back and pushed me away with a satisfied sigh. “Bored now! Entertain yourself for a bit.”
I gave a pitiful shrug and let out an unhappy “Mmmmmph!” through the gag.
“Yeah, yeah,” she grinned. “Keep yourself busy, baby. I’m scrolling TikTok.” She lay back and pulled out her phone like nothing had happened. I glanced down at my bondage. The vet-wrap was tight and thorough with no chance of slipping it off, and the gag wasn’t budging either. I tried to work the sock out of my mouth, but the k-tape was doing its job; sticky, waterproof, and stretched just right. I wasn’t saying a word until Rosie let me.
Frustrated, I wandered into the kitchen to kill time. I tried unpacking the suitcase, but couldn’t even get the zip undone. Another muffled grunt left me, and I stomped back into the living room. “Mmmmmmph!”
No reply. Rosie didn’t even glance up. Exasperated, I dropped onto the sofa and tried the TV remote. My useless mitten hands fumbled hopelessly at the buttons, so I resorted to pressing them with my nose. It didn’t go unnoticed, as I heard a snort of laughter from the sofa. “Mmmmmph,” I pleaded.
“Nah, carry on baby,” she smirked. “You’re clearly having fun.”
“Mmmmmph!” I growled, more annoyed now.
Her tone dropped. “Watch it. Keep taking that tone with me while you’re this helpless, and you’ll regret it.”
Never one to back down, I slumped deeper into the cushions with a bratty “Mmmmph myu!” and dropped the remote onto the table with theatrical defiance.
“Hah! Alright then, mard arse. Time for a timeout.”
She stood, sauntered over, and grabbed my wrist.
Rosie led me over to the raised bed and turned my back to one of the wooden supports. “Stay,” she ordered, then sauntered back across the room. I stood still, heart thudding, watching as she dug through the bondage bag and pulled out a bundle of soft white rope.
She slid up behind me, pressed close, and pulled my wrists behind my back and around the post. I felt the first coil loop around them, snug and deliberate, followed by another… and another. She bound them horizontally first, then cinched the rope tight with vertical passes. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her eyeing the spare length and smirking. She lashed it to the post itself, locking my wrists firmly in place.
She wasn’t done yet. Grabbing another length of rope, Rosie crouched to bind my ankles. The coils wrapped tight, and she cinched those too, adding a neat vertical tie for extra snugness. “Shuffle back,” she said, tapping my shin with her fingers. I obeyed, inching my feet toward the post and she secured them there.
I tugged experimentally at the bindings and found them solid. Rosie, meanwhile, returned to the bag and upended the entire thing onto the floor. She glanced up at me with an evil little smile. “Not done yet, baby.”
“Mmmmph!” I protested, wide-eyed behind the gag. She just laughed and took up more rope, wrapping it smoothly around my legs, first above and then below the knees. “Isn’t this fun, baby?” she teased, as she tied them tight and anchored each line to the post. Another length followed, this one wrapping snugly around the tops of my thighs, just below the bulge in my boxers, close enough to make me squirm. Still not finished, she reached for more. She bound me across my abdomen, just above the waistband of my underwear, then wrapped my chest just beneath my armpits, the final tie securing me fully against the post. Hands wrapped; arms, legs, and torso pinned tightly with rope… I was helpless. By the time she stepped back to admire her work, I could barely move a muscle.
I wriggled helplessly, testing my bonds, mittened hands grasping at nothing. Another frustrated grunt slipped out, and I gave Rosie a pleading look. “Aww, baby, I thought this is what you wanted,” she cooed. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained.” She bent down, picked up the black wand vibrator, and flicked it on. A low, ominous hum filled the room.
“Yeah? You want this?” she teased, brushing the head of it against the bulge in my boxers.
“Mmmmmph!” I moaned, hips twitching involuntarily against the ropes. But the moment was short-lived and she pulled it away with a wicked smile. “Not yet, baby. If I let you cum now, you’ll be begging to be untied, and I’m just getting started.”
“Mmmmmph,” I groaned, straining again.
“How about this, then?” she said, slipping the wand into the ropes cinched around my thighs. With a few adjustments, she wedged it firmly in place and flicked it onto a pulsing setting, *Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz… BUZZZZZ……pause*. I let out a confused moan, then a pleasured one as the rhythm kicked in again. “Enjoy your timeout, baby,” she purred, sauntering back to the sofa and flopping down, eyes already on her phone.
Stunned by how fast things had escalated, I looked down at myself, fully bound, helpless, and aching. The rope hugged my skin in all the right places, locking me in position, leaving no doubt that I was Rosie’s toy for the afternoon. I flexed my fingers inside their vet-wrap mittens… nothing. No give. Just tight, restrictive pressure. I wasn’t going anywhere. *BUZZZZZ*.
The vibrator surged to life again, sending another wave of pleasure straight through me. jerked against the ropes with a muffled grunt, hips twitching as the pulse faded. Then again: *buzz, buzz, buzz… BUZZZZZ*. My whole body flinched. Every jolt sent a thrill through me, my penis twitching uselessly inside my boxers, desperate for more. The teasing was unbearable. The rhythm gave just enough sensation to make me need it, but never enough to actually tip me over.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus and channel the sensation, force my body over the edge. *BUZZZZZ*. An involuntary moan escaped my gagged mouth as I strained against the ropes, grinding forward as best I could. But again, the pleasure cut off too soon. Another pulse. Another jolt. Still nothing. “Mmmmmmph!!” I cried out, a mix of pleasure, desperation, and pure frustration. My chest heaved with every breath. Sweat clung to my skin. But I was still no closer to release than when she first tied me up. That was the game. Rosie didn’t want me to cum, not yet. She just wanted me to want it. And god, was I desperate.
“Mmmmmph!” I moaned, pleading across the room. Rosie didn’t even glance up from her phone. I breathed heavily through my nose, squirming as the vibrator pulsed again against me. It was too much, the teasing and the denial. I couldn’t take it anymore. I twisted my wrists, clumsily trying to reach down, my vet-wrapped hands grasping at nothing. The ropes held firm, far too short to allow it.
Still, I kept struggling, hips writhing, until the vibrator finally shifted and tumbled to the floor with a *thud*, its ominous buzzing rattling through the wooden floorboards. That finally got her attention and Rosie slowly stood, sauntering over and turning it off with a click. “Aww, what’s wrong baby? Don’t like the vibrator anymore?”
I stayed silent, knowing full well that anything I ‘said’ would only earn me more teasing. My breath came in hot little bursts through my nose. “Oh look, he’s finally quiet,” she grinned. “All it took was a massive gag, being tied up, and edged to fuck.” She stepped in close, fingers trailing down my chest, over the ropes that pinned me tight. “I like this,” she murmured, stroking the knots.
“MMMMMPH,” I moaned, shivering as her hands reached my nipples and gave them a sudden twist.
“All... mine.”
Her fingers slid lower, cupping the now-wet bulge in my boxers. She gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze, making me groan and tug hard against the bindings.
“Haha. Yeah. I really like this.” She laughed into my face.
She stepped away and began slowly undressing down to her underwear. Black hipster briefs. Blue sports bra. Her eyes never left mine, and they were full of heat. Once stripped, she approached again, her body brushing against mine as she leaned in to kiss my gagged mouth. Her lips lingered. Her hips pressed in. She worked her way down, planting kisses along my chest and my stomach, until she reached the waistband of my boxers… then stopped. She stood back up, flushed and electric, eyes locked with mine.
“I really like this… All helpless.”
“Mmmmmph,” I whimpered, aching.
“Oh, the fun we’re going to have…” Her hand gripped me again, firm and possessive, “…I’m going to make you beg. Then I’m going to make you scream.”
I nodded, heart pounding, completely hers.
Rosie stepped away, picking up the vibrator again with a wicked grin. She flicked it on, the familiar hum filling the air, and pressed it between her legs. I watched as her expression shifted instantly, a pleasured gasp escaping her lips as the vibrations hit home. Still holding it to herself, she walked toward me, hips swaying, eyes locked on mine. She leaned in, resting her forehead against mine as she moaned softly, working the vibrator into her briefs, pressing it against her clitoris. Her breath hitched, her body trembling slightly.
Then she started to move; grinding against me, kissing my neck, then my gagged lips. Every motion of her hips sent shockwaves through me, especially when the vibrator brushed the bulge in my boxers. I let out a helpless moan, straining against the ropes, desperate for more but still utterly pinned. Rosie reached around and gripped my bound hand, squeezing it tightly as another wave of pleasure hit her. “This is so fucking hot,” she gasped, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. Her hand returned to my front, fingers digging into the chest ropes like she needed something to hold on to. “I fucking love you,” she whispered breathlessly, right before her lips met mine again, gag be damned.
Withdrawing the vibrator, Rosie stepped back and grabbed a kitchen chair, spinning it around to face me. She slouched into it with casual dominance, sliding the vibrator back into her briefs, eyes never leaving mine. I could do nothing but watch, completely helpless, as she began to pleasure herself. The hum of the vibrator pulsed through the room, her face slack with growing bliss as she rocked against it, rubbing it firmly against her clit. One foot came up onto the seat, opening her posture, giving me a full view as she moaned; low and breathy at first, then louder as her breathing quickened. Her body flushed deep red; her thighs trembling. I stared, bound and aching, as she brought herself closer and closer. Her moans sharpened. Her grip tightened on the seat of the chair. Then, with a breathless gasp, she tensed, toes curling, thighs shuddering as she came. She screwed her eyes shut and rode the wave out, chest heaving. Slowly, almost lazily, she reached her fingers down, flicked the vibrator off, and let the silence settle around us. Eyes still closed, she let out a satisfied sigh, simply basking in the moment.
Eventually, Rosie stood still flushed and glowing from her orgasm, showing off her slim body. “I hope you enjoyed that, baby,” she said with a grin, before flopping back onto the sofa like nothing had happened. “Mmmmmph!!” I shouted into the gag, yanking against the ropes in frustration.
She didn’t even look up. “What? I told you… you’re in timeout, bitch.”
I let out a low, defeated grunt and slumped against the post.
Time dragged. My feet ached. My body buzzed with unspent energy and craving. My dick throbbed in my soaked boxers, straining for any kind of touch, but there was nothing I could do. I looked down at myself. Still hopeless. Still hers. I felt my hands, encased in those tight vet-wrap mittens, were slick with sweat, but utterly useless. Even if I could reach a knot, there was no way I could undo it. I gave them an experimental tug and they didn’t budge.
The gag was no better. My jaw throbbed, the now soaked sock packed deep. The tape sealed everything shut. I couldn’t even grunt properly without feeling it press harder against my lips. I twisted. I pulled. I strained… nothing. Eventually, I just stopped and gave up. I let my head fall forward and accepted the truth I’d known from the start: I wasn’t getting free, and wasn’t getting a release. Not until Rosie wanted. She had all the power, and I… was hers.
Eventually, she stood again, walking slowly over to me with a smile. I looked at her expectantly, breath quickening. “Are you bored yet, baby?” she cooed. Sensing this was another one of ‘those’ questions without a correct answer, I remained silent. “Haha good boy”, she chuckled. I watched with wide eyes as she slowly lifted the waistband of my boxers, and exposed my rock hard dick. “Is this what you want, baby?” she whispered, gently grabbing the shaft.
“Mmmmmpph! Mmmmphs!” I nodded emphatically. Slowly, she began pumping up and down. My body twisted with pleasure, ropes creaking against the post. I let out a pleading, pleasured moan as she slowly pumped faster. My nostrils flared as my breath quickened in response to her hand. I felt the pressure building in my dick, the sexual tension rising in my stomach as I moaned louder and louder. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, but that was quickly stopped when Rosie stopped and pulled away. “MMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!” I pleaded into my gag as I strained against the ropes. I felt a bead of sweat running down the side of my head, and watched a bead of pre-cum drip out of the end of my desperate penis.
“Not yet baby!” She mocked. “Don’t want to rush it.”
“Mmmmmmph!” I pleaded again.
“Cute…” she mocked.
Rosie ran a hand down my body as she shifted into a kneeling position. I felt butterflies dance inside my stomach as I watched her stick her tongue out to catch the strand of pre-cum, knowing what was about to happen. I moaned with ecstasy as she slid her mouth around my penis. Her lips clamped around my shaft, and her tongue danced up and down. I was in heaven… helpless and having my dick sucked. I moaned in ecstasy, locking eyes with my girlfriend underneath me. Letting out another guttural moan, my eyes rolled back. Her mouth sliding up and down on my dick, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. Again my breath quickened, my body tensing in anticipation as the pressure built. “Mmmmmph!!!” I moaned in anguish again as she pulled away, wiping the pre-cum and drool away from her mouth. I heard the pole I was tied to creak as I flexed in frustration at being denied again. Rosie only smiled evilly in response. “Do you think it’s easy for me either baby? I want to see you make a mess, but you wanted to be teased.” She chided.
“Mmmmmmmph!” I did my best to convey that I was desperate.
“Do you want another timeout? Would that make you happy?”
“MMMMMMMPH!” I shook my head vehemently, feeling a bead of sweat fall from my head.
“Do you want me to let you cum? Are you horny enough?”
“Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!” I nodded.
“Alright then baby, make a mess for me,” she cooed as she fetched the vibrator on.
Rosie turned the vibrator back on, switching it to a long pulsed pattern. *Buzzzz…pause...buzzzzzz*, it repeated as she held it to my dick. I gasped in pleasure and relief. The ropes creaked as I leant into it. “Do you like that baby?”
“Mmmmmmph!” I nodded. “MMMMMMPH!” I moaned louder as she aligned the vibrator along the length of my dick, its head pulled against my head by her soft hand. Each pulse sending jolts of electricity through my body. Breathing heavily, I watched as she got back on her knees. “Gonna make a mess on my chest, birthday boy?” She whispered, shuffling closer to me and pulling down her bra to reveal part of her petite breasts.
“Mmmmph!” I replied, wide-eyed. Even if I wasn’t gagged, I was so horny that I wouldn’t have been able to put together a coherent response.
“Do you love me baby?”
“Mmmmmph!” I nodded. Pressure rising in my dick.
“Say it then.”
“Myyy Mphho Myu!” I nodded and shouted into my gag, desperate for the pleasure not to stop. I looked down at my dick, cradled with the vibrator, in Rosie’s hand. My body started to tremble, and my moans became more frequent. I closed my eyes, but Rosie commanded “Look at me!”
“MMMMPH!!!!!” I screamed in pleasure as I reached climax, staring into Rosie’s passionate brown eyes. My dick pumped hot cum onto Rosie’s chest as I twisted against my bondage. “Mmmmmmmph!” I continued to moan in pure ecstasy, sexual tension leaving my body. Once the feeling subsided, I closed my eyes, wanting the moment to last forever.
Eventually, I opened my eyes again. Rosie, chest still covered in cum, gently withdrew the vibrator from my penis. I swallowed behind the gag and raised my eyebrows with a weak, dazed moan. I was seeing stars, dizzy with the headrush. If I hadn’t been tied to a post, I absolutely would’ve collapsed. “Did you enjoy that, babyyyy?” she teased.
I nodded, slowly and shakily.
“Let’s get you untied then,” she said, smiling warmly as she peeled the tape from my mouth and tugged the sock free.
“I love you…” I croaked.
“Hee hee, I love you too,” she replied, giving me a quick kiss before walking off to clean herself up.
Once she was done, she came back and began untying me, unwrapping my hands with practiced care. I insisted she roll the vet-wrap back onto the roll, “that shit’s not fuckin’ cheap,” I mumbled breathlessly through a dry mouth. Free at last, I glanced at the raised bed… then immediately flopped onto the sofa instead. Rosie climbed on top of me, and we curled up into a warm, tangled heap. We napped like that until my stomach grumbled loud enough to wake us both. Eventually, we pulled ourselves together, got dressed, and wandered out to find food and a pint at a nearby pub. Rosie made me pay, citing compensation for “absolutely ruining one of her bras with cum.” I reminded her, quite fairly, that I had no say in the matter, what with being thoroughly tied up and all.
We laughed, we ate, we drank into the evening. A perfect birthday… or at least, our kind of perfect.
Hope you all enjoyed it, I still get butterflies thinking about it sometimes. As always, any and all feedback is appreciated!!!!!
We talked through safety beforehand, and she checked in throughout, but I’ve left those details out to keep the story flowing. Hope you enjoy!
My birthday was coming up, so my girlfriend and I took a quick trip to the south coast. We’d barely seen each other lately, uni for me, work for her, and I kept sneaking glances at her as I drove, reminding me just how much I’d missed her. The straight blonde hair. The soft, mousy features. That slim little frame I still couldn’t believe was mine. I caught my own reflection in the rear-view mirror; broad-shouldered, dark blond, chiselled, quickly approaching my late twenties, and hoped I wasn’t punching above my weight. In hindsight, I probably should’ve guessed what Rosie had planned. The drive was full of questions like: “What’s your favourite way to be tied up?” and “If you were going to have some tie up fun where we’re staying, what would you do?”
We pulled into the farm and were greeted by our host, who led us down to a converted barn at the far end of the property; a cosy little hideaway on a half-defunct farm. It was just a studio, but well laid out: a small kitchen and table on one side, a pair of sofas and a TV on the other. At the back, a bed had been raised up on supports, nearly six feet off the ground, to make the most of the space beneath. The whole place was dressed in light wood, soft yellows, and bright blues. Warm, calming, and just remote enough to feel like our own little world for the next two nights.
We thanked our host, who slipped back out the front door with a smile. I dumped our bags inside and wandered into the living area, where Rosie was already curled up on one of the sofas, phone in hand. It was early afternoon, that weird dead zone before dinner, so I hovered awkwardly.
“So... what do you fancy doing? Beach?” I asked, pointing generally in the direction of the beach.
“No thanks,” she said flatly, eyes glued to TikTok.
I grit my teeth and forced a grin. “Alright. Drink? I could wander into town, grab us something nice. We are on holidayyyyy.”
“Nope.” She didn’t even look up. “I just want to sit here and scroll TikTok.”
I stared at her, half amused, half annoyed, and flopped onto the sofa beside her. “So... we’ve driven 200 miles for this? Scrolling TikTok?”
“Yep,” she said brightly, finally glancing over. “And you’re going to watch me do it.” She winked.
I made a show of getting up. “Nah. Don’t think so.”
Before I could stand, she slid over and pressed me firmly back down, straddling my lap with slow, deliberate confidence. Her bright brown eyes staring into mine. “I’m going to tie you up,” she murmured. “You’re going to sit there and watch me do whatever I want. I’m going to tease the fuck out of you... and then, if you’re good, I’ll have some fun with you.” A nervous, horny laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Now be a good boy…” she purred, climbing off, “… grab the bondage bag, please.”
I got up and fetched our travel bag, filled with bondage toys, and dropped it at Rosie’s feet. She smirked, “Get undressed then. Make it sexy, like.” I gave it my best shot, slipping off my shirt and trousers with a slow, exaggerated shimmy. In reality, I probably looked more like I was changing awkwardly in slow motion. She gestured for me to sit back down, then crouched to peel my white crew socks off my feet with a deliberate slowness. Picking up two rolls of pink vet-wrap, she balled one of the socks into my right palm.
“Hold still.” She began wrapping tight spirals starting at my wrist, looping up and over, layer after layer until my fingers vanished into a soft, useless pink mitten. Then the same on my left. I watched, helpless, as both hands were bundled and bound, stripped of all function.
“Wait there,” she said, pointing as she stood. With that, she turned and sauntered over to my bag, hips swaying just enough to let me know this was only the beginning.
She returned holding another sock, and out of the bag, fished a roll of blue kinesio tape and a pair of scissors. Holding the sock up, she gave me a look. “Open your mouth. No more words from you. ”I let out another nervous chuckle and she promptly shoved the sock straight into my mouth. “Mmmph!” I protested weakly, gag muffling the sound as she pushed it in with deliberate pressure. “You’re taking a backseat with this one, baby,” she teased. “Don’t worry about talking.” She leaned in, her voice low and electric. “All I want to hear is your horny little moans.” She cut three strips of tape, tugged them taut, and pressed them one by one over my lips. By the time she’d finished, the lower half of my face was sealed in smooth blue tape, stretching from just beneath my nose down to my chin. Without thinking, I reached up, only to be reminded by my useless pink-mitten hands that touching was no longer an option. “No messing with that gag, baby!” she grinned, smoothing the tape down with both thumbs. Then without warning, she pulled me in and kissed me, slow and teasing, right over the gag.
What followed was a very one-sided make-out session. Rosie’s hands roamed across my half-naked body, teasing my chest and groping the bulge in my bright red boxers. I tried to keep up, but with gagged lips and mitten-wrapped hands, I was more accessory than participant.
Eventually, she leaned back and pushed me away with a satisfied sigh. “Bored now! Entertain yourself for a bit.”
I gave a pitiful shrug and let out an unhappy “Mmmmmph!” through the gag.
“Yeah, yeah,” she grinned. “Keep yourself busy, baby. I’m scrolling TikTok.” She lay back and pulled out her phone like nothing had happened. I glanced down at my bondage. The vet-wrap was tight and thorough with no chance of slipping it off, and the gag wasn’t budging either. I tried to work the sock out of my mouth, but the k-tape was doing its job; sticky, waterproof, and stretched just right. I wasn’t saying a word until Rosie let me.
Frustrated, I wandered into the kitchen to kill time. I tried unpacking the suitcase, but couldn’t even get the zip undone. Another muffled grunt left me, and I stomped back into the living room. “Mmmmmmph!”
No reply. Rosie didn’t even glance up. Exasperated, I dropped onto the sofa and tried the TV remote. My useless mitten hands fumbled hopelessly at the buttons, so I resorted to pressing them with my nose. It didn’t go unnoticed, as I heard a snort of laughter from the sofa. “Mmmmmph,” I pleaded.
“Nah, carry on baby,” she smirked. “You’re clearly having fun.”
“Mmmmmph!” I growled, more annoyed now.
Her tone dropped. “Watch it. Keep taking that tone with me while you’re this helpless, and you’ll regret it.”
Never one to back down, I slumped deeper into the cushions with a bratty “Mmmmph myu!” and dropped the remote onto the table with theatrical defiance.
“Hah! Alright then, mard arse. Time for a timeout.”
She stood, sauntered over, and grabbed my wrist.
Rosie led me over to the raised bed and turned my back to one of the wooden supports. “Stay,” she ordered, then sauntered back across the room. I stood still, heart thudding, watching as she dug through the bondage bag and pulled out a bundle of soft white rope.
She slid up behind me, pressed close, and pulled my wrists behind my back and around the post. I felt the first coil loop around them, snug and deliberate, followed by another… and another. She bound them horizontally first, then cinched the rope tight with vertical passes. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her eyeing the spare length and smirking. She lashed it to the post itself, locking my wrists firmly in place.
She wasn’t done yet. Grabbing another length of rope, Rosie crouched to bind my ankles. The coils wrapped tight, and she cinched those too, adding a neat vertical tie for extra snugness. “Shuffle back,” she said, tapping my shin with her fingers. I obeyed, inching my feet toward the post and she secured them there.
I tugged experimentally at the bindings and found them solid. Rosie, meanwhile, returned to the bag and upended the entire thing onto the floor. She glanced up at me with an evil little smile. “Not done yet, baby.”
“Mmmmph!” I protested, wide-eyed behind the gag. She just laughed and took up more rope, wrapping it smoothly around my legs, first above and then below the knees. “Isn’t this fun, baby?” she teased, as she tied them tight and anchored each line to the post. Another length followed, this one wrapping snugly around the tops of my thighs, just below the bulge in my boxers, close enough to make me squirm. Still not finished, she reached for more. She bound me across my abdomen, just above the waistband of my underwear, then wrapped my chest just beneath my armpits, the final tie securing me fully against the post. Hands wrapped; arms, legs, and torso pinned tightly with rope… I was helpless. By the time she stepped back to admire her work, I could barely move a muscle.
I wriggled helplessly, testing my bonds, mittened hands grasping at nothing. Another frustrated grunt slipped out, and I gave Rosie a pleading look. “Aww, baby, I thought this is what you wanted,” she cooed. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained.” She bent down, picked up the black wand vibrator, and flicked it on. A low, ominous hum filled the room.
“Yeah? You want this?” she teased, brushing the head of it against the bulge in my boxers.
“Mmmmmph!” I moaned, hips twitching involuntarily against the ropes. But the moment was short-lived and she pulled it away with a wicked smile. “Not yet, baby. If I let you cum now, you’ll be begging to be untied, and I’m just getting started.”
“Mmmmmph,” I groaned, straining again.
“How about this, then?” she said, slipping the wand into the ropes cinched around my thighs. With a few adjustments, she wedged it firmly in place and flicked it onto a pulsing setting, *Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz… BUZZZZZ……pause*. I let out a confused moan, then a pleasured one as the rhythm kicked in again. “Enjoy your timeout, baby,” she purred, sauntering back to the sofa and flopping down, eyes already on her phone.
Stunned by how fast things had escalated, I looked down at myself, fully bound, helpless, and aching. The rope hugged my skin in all the right places, locking me in position, leaving no doubt that I was Rosie’s toy for the afternoon. I flexed my fingers inside their vet-wrap mittens… nothing. No give. Just tight, restrictive pressure. I wasn’t going anywhere. *BUZZZZZ*.
The vibrator surged to life again, sending another wave of pleasure straight through me. jerked against the ropes with a muffled grunt, hips twitching as the pulse faded. Then again: *buzz, buzz, buzz… BUZZZZZ*. My whole body flinched. Every jolt sent a thrill through me, my penis twitching uselessly inside my boxers, desperate for more. The teasing was unbearable. The rhythm gave just enough sensation to make me need it, but never enough to actually tip me over.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus and channel the sensation, force my body over the edge. *BUZZZZZ*. An involuntary moan escaped my gagged mouth as I strained against the ropes, grinding forward as best I could. But again, the pleasure cut off too soon. Another pulse. Another jolt. Still nothing. “Mmmmmmph!!” I cried out, a mix of pleasure, desperation, and pure frustration. My chest heaved with every breath. Sweat clung to my skin. But I was still no closer to release than when she first tied me up. That was the game. Rosie didn’t want me to cum, not yet. She just wanted me to want it. And god, was I desperate.
“Mmmmmph!” I moaned, pleading across the room. Rosie didn’t even glance up from her phone. I breathed heavily through my nose, squirming as the vibrator pulsed again against me. It was too much, the teasing and the denial. I couldn’t take it anymore. I twisted my wrists, clumsily trying to reach down, my vet-wrapped hands grasping at nothing. The ropes held firm, far too short to allow it.
Still, I kept struggling, hips writhing, until the vibrator finally shifted and tumbled to the floor with a *thud*, its ominous buzzing rattling through the wooden floorboards. That finally got her attention and Rosie slowly stood, sauntering over and turning it off with a click. “Aww, what’s wrong baby? Don’t like the vibrator anymore?”
I stayed silent, knowing full well that anything I ‘said’ would only earn me more teasing. My breath came in hot little bursts through my nose. “Oh look, he’s finally quiet,” she grinned. “All it took was a massive gag, being tied up, and edged to fuck.” She stepped in close, fingers trailing down my chest, over the ropes that pinned me tight. “I like this,” she murmured, stroking the knots.
“MMMMMPH,” I moaned, shivering as her hands reached my nipples and gave them a sudden twist.
“All... mine.”
Her fingers slid lower, cupping the now-wet bulge in my boxers. She gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze, making me groan and tug hard against the bindings.
“Haha. Yeah. I really like this.” She laughed into my face.
She stepped away and began slowly undressing down to her underwear. Black hipster briefs. Blue sports bra. Her eyes never left mine, and they were full of heat. Once stripped, she approached again, her body brushing against mine as she leaned in to kiss my gagged mouth. Her lips lingered. Her hips pressed in. She worked her way down, planting kisses along my chest and my stomach, until she reached the waistband of my boxers… then stopped. She stood back up, flushed and electric, eyes locked with mine.
“I really like this… All helpless.”
“Mmmmmph,” I whimpered, aching.
“Oh, the fun we’re going to have…” Her hand gripped me again, firm and possessive, “…I’m going to make you beg. Then I’m going to make you scream.”
I nodded, heart pounding, completely hers.
Rosie stepped away, picking up the vibrator again with a wicked grin. She flicked it on, the familiar hum filling the air, and pressed it between her legs. I watched as her expression shifted instantly, a pleasured gasp escaping her lips as the vibrations hit home. Still holding it to herself, she walked toward me, hips swaying, eyes locked on mine. She leaned in, resting her forehead against mine as she moaned softly, working the vibrator into her briefs, pressing it against her clitoris. Her breath hitched, her body trembling slightly.
Then she started to move; grinding against me, kissing my neck, then my gagged lips. Every motion of her hips sent shockwaves through me, especially when the vibrator brushed the bulge in my boxers. I let out a helpless moan, straining against the ropes, desperate for more but still utterly pinned. Rosie reached around and gripped my bound hand, squeezing it tightly as another wave of pleasure hit her. “This is so fucking hot,” she gasped, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. Her hand returned to my front, fingers digging into the chest ropes like she needed something to hold on to. “I fucking love you,” she whispered breathlessly, right before her lips met mine again, gag be damned.
Withdrawing the vibrator, Rosie stepped back and grabbed a kitchen chair, spinning it around to face me. She slouched into it with casual dominance, sliding the vibrator back into her briefs, eyes never leaving mine. I could do nothing but watch, completely helpless, as she began to pleasure herself. The hum of the vibrator pulsed through the room, her face slack with growing bliss as she rocked against it, rubbing it firmly against her clit. One foot came up onto the seat, opening her posture, giving me a full view as she moaned; low and breathy at first, then louder as her breathing quickened. Her body flushed deep red; her thighs trembling. I stared, bound and aching, as she brought herself closer and closer. Her moans sharpened. Her grip tightened on the seat of the chair. Then, with a breathless gasp, she tensed, toes curling, thighs shuddering as she came. She screwed her eyes shut and rode the wave out, chest heaving. Slowly, almost lazily, she reached her fingers down, flicked the vibrator off, and let the silence settle around us. Eyes still closed, she let out a satisfied sigh, simply basking in the moment.
Eventually, Rosie stood still flushed and glowing from her orgasm, showing off her slim body. “I hope you enjoyed that, baby,” she said with a grin, before flopping back onto the sofa like nothing had happened. “Mmmmmph!!” I shouted into the gag, yanking against the ropes in frustration.
She didn’t even look up. “What? I told you… you’re in timeout, bitch.”
I let out a low, defeated grunt and slumped against the post.
Time dragged. My feet ached. My body buzzed with unspent energy and craving. My dick throbbed in my soaked boxers, straining for any kind of touch, but there was nothing I could do. I looked down at myself. Still hopeless. Still hers. I felt my hands, encased in those tight vet-wrap mittens, were slick with sweat, but utterly useless. Even if I could reach a knot, there was no way I could undo it. I gave them an experimental tug and they didn’t budge.
The gag was no better. My jaw throbbed, the now soaked sock packed deep. The tape sealed everything shut. I couldn’t even grunt properly without feeling it press harder against my lips. I twisted. I pulled. I strained… nothing. Eventually, I just stopped and gave up. I let my head fall forward and accepted the truth I’d known from the start: I wasn’t getting free, and wasn’t getting a release. Not until Rosie wanted. She had all the power, and I… was hers.
Eventually, she stood again, walking slowly over to me with a smile. I looked at her expectantly, breath quickening. “Are you bored yet, baby?” she cooed. Sensing this was another one of ‘those’ questions without a correct answer, I remained silent. “Haha good boy”, she chuckled. I watched with wide eyes as she slowly lifted the waistband of my boxers, and exposed my rock hard dick. “Is this what you want, baby?” she whispered, gently grabbing the shaft.
“Mmmmmpph! Mmmmphs!” I nodded emphatically. Slowly, she began pumping up and down. My body twisted with pleasure, ropes creaking against the post. I let out a pleading, pleasured moan as she slowly pumped faster. My nostrils flared as my breath quickened in response to her hand. I felt the pressure building in my dick, the sexual tension rising in my stomach as I moaned louder and louder. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, but that was quickly stopped when Rosie stopped and pulled away. “MMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!” I pleaded into my gag as I strained against the ropes. I felt a bead of sweat running down the side of my head, and watched a bead of pre-cum drip out of the end of my desperate penis.
“Not yet baby!” She mocked. “Don’t want to rush it.”
“Mmmmmmph!” I pleaded again.
“Cute…” she mocked.
Rosie ran a hand down my body as she shifted into a kneeling position. I felt butterflies dance inside my stomach as I watched her stick her tongue out to catch the strand of pre-cum, knowing what was about to happen. I moaned with ecstasy as she slid her mouth around my penis. Her lips clamped around my shaft, and her tongue danced up and down. I was in heaven… helpless and having my dick sucked. I moaned in ecstasy, locking eyes with my girlfriend underneath me. Letting out another guttural moan, my eyes rolled back. Her mouth sliding up and down on my dick, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. Again my breath quickened, my body tensing in anticipation as the pressure built. “Mmmmmph!!!” I moaned in anguish again as she pulled away, wiping the pre-cum and drool away from her mouth. I heard the pole I was tied to creak as I flexed in frustration at being denied again. Rosie only smiled evilly in response. “Do you think it’s easy for me either baby? I want to see you make a mess, but you wanted to be teased.” She chided.
“Mmmmmmmph!” I did my best to convey that I was desperate.
“Do you want another timeout? Would that make you happy?”
“MMMMMMMPH!” I shook my head vehemently, feeling a bead of sweat fall from my head.
“Do you want me to let you cum? Are you horny enough?”
“Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!” I nodded.
“Alright then baby, make a mess for me,” she cooed as she fetched the vibrator on.
Rosie turned the vibrator back on, switching it to a long pulsed pattern. *Buzzzz…pause...buzzzzzz*, it repeated as she held it to my dick. I gasped in pleasure and relief. The ropes creaked as I leant into it. “Do you like that baby?”
“Mmmmmmph!” I nodded. “MMMMMMPH!” I moaned louder as she aligned the vibrator along the length of my dick, its head pulled against my head by her soft hand. Each pulse sending jolts of electricity through my body. Breathing heavily, I watched as she got back on her knees. “Gonna make a mess on my chest, birthday boy?” She whispered, shuffling closer to me and pulling down her bra to reveal part of her petite breasts.
“Mmmmph!” I replied, wide-eyed. Even if I wasn’t gagged, I was so horny that I wouldn’t have been able to put together a coherent response.
“Do you love me baby?”
“Mmmmmph!” I nodded. Pressure rising in my dick.
“Say it then.”
“Myyy Mphho Myu!” I nodded and shouted into my gag, desperate for the pleasure not to stop. I looked down at my dick, cradled with the vibrator, in Rosie’s hand. My body started to tremble, and my moans became more frequent. I closed my eyes, but Rosie commanded “Look at me!”
“MMMMPH!!!!!” I screamed in pleasure as I reached climax, staring into Rosie’s passionate brown eyes. My dick pumped hot cum onto Rosie’s chest as I twisted against my bondage. “Mmmmmmmph!” I continued to moan in pure ecstasy, sexual tension leaving my body. Once the feeling subsided, I closed my eyes, wanting the moment to last forever.
Eventually, I opened my eyes again. Rosie, chest still covered in cum, gently withdrew the vibrator from my penis. I swallowed behind the gag and raised my eyebrows with a weak, dazed moan. I was seeing stars, dizzy with the headrush. If I hadn’t been tied to a post, I absolutely would’ve collapsed. “Did you enjoy that, babyyyy?” she teased.
I nodded, slowly and shakily.
“Let’s get you untied then,” she said, smiling warmly as she peeled the tape from my mouth and tugged the sock free.
“I love you…” I croaked.
“Hee hee, I love you too,” she replied, giving me a quick kiss before walking off to clean herself up.
Once she was done, she came back and began untying me, unwrapping my hands with practiced care. I insisted she roll the vet-wrap back onto the roll, “that shit’s not fuckin’ cheap,” I mumbled breathlessly through a dry mouth. Free at last, I glanced at the raised bed… then immediately flopped onto the sofa instead. Rosie climbed on top of me, and we curled up into a warm, tangled heap. We napped like that until my stomach grumbled loud enough to wake us both. Eventually, we pulled ourselves together, got dressed, and wandered out to find food and a pint at a nearby pub. Rosie made me pay, citing compensation for “absolutely ruining one of her bras with cum.” I reminded her, quite fairly, that I had no say in the matter, what with being thoroughly tied up and all.
We laughed, we ate, we drank into the evening. A perfect birthday… or at least, our kind of perfect.
Hope you all enjoyed it, I still get butterflies thinking about it sometimes. As always, any and all feedback is appreciated!!!!!
