I Am Still Tied to This Damn Bed! ( F/F )
Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2025 4:45 am
Ladies and Gentlemen, a rather short, 'stand alone' story.
When I finally awoke my eyes flickered open, only to discover that such an exercise was utterly pointless, all I could see was complete darkness, in fact the inside of a black satin blindfold, one of those ‘proper’ ones that allow no light whatsoever to penetrate. Mind you, after a while it began to dawn upon me that this was the least of my problems.
In fact, the attempt to remove such item was the commencement of the full realisation just what my predicament was. For when I tried to move my arm to uncover my eyes, I soon clocked that there was very little motion of said limb available to me, both of them incidentally. For they had been stretched out, and around each wrist was a silken rope ‘bracelet,’ holding each arm in that position, with very little movement permitted, and escape seemingly impossible. Each of my legs was also tied down, although I couldn’t directly feel the rope around my ankles, because whoever had done this to me had left me adorned in my suspender belt and sheer nylon stockings. Apart from that though, I had been stripped totally, even my bra and panties had ‘dis-appeared.’ Cold realisation started to take hold in my mind, I had been tied to a damn bed, I was very much a helpless captive here, even if my ‘jailor’ had been kind enough to cover this bedroom furniture with a luxurious satin sheet, before they had made me their prisoner. Or perhaps there was more than one person who had taken me into captivity here?
As you can all imagine, when the reality of my situation became known to me, I attempted to fully test the bonds that held me there, just one of them might not have been applied securely, leading to my escaping from their hold? However, I was swiftly dis-appointed in that regard, it took very little time indeed to realise that whoever had tied me up was fully competent and I was going nowhere, until somebody else other than me said so. The fact that I could see at all didn’t help here I guess, but even if I hadn’t been blindfolded, the fact that this bondage had been expertly actioned would have been abundantly clear. The few knots, that were the key to the whole matter, were utterly out of reach to my hands and had been executed extremely well and securely. No, there was no way out, and the fact that the whole project was totally safe, not placing any threat to my health and general well-being, not being too tight for instance, was just testament to the architect responsible for my imprisonment. Whoever had done this to me had allowed a, limited admittedly, amount of movement to me within my bonds, but absolutely no chance of me slipping clear of them. A good job all-round then, as I was forced to admit to myself here.
Which left the question floating around my head as to just who that was, acknowledging that it might be more than one person involved, and why had they done so? I wasn’t aware that I had recently made any serious enemies, I didn’t owe any amount of money to anybody, well apart from that I owed my mum a few quid, but I seriously questioned whether she was responsible for all this. So, what was this all about, why had somebody taken the time, and trouble, to do just what had been done to me here? It didn’t help my state of mind that I was completely unable to even think of a suitable reason.
I suppose if I couldn’t address the question of ‘why,’ then I turned my thoughts towards the query as to just ‘how’ some person had done what they had done? I mean, answering this question successfully just might lead to working out the first one. And here my memory did at least seem to provide some clues. The last thing I did remember was the drink that I consumed in the busy bar I had visited tasting a little ‘different.’ Had it been spiked, and as it was, yes it had been. But I still couldn’t be utterly certain, and even if I had been it still didn’t render any possible clue as to the identity of the responsible person, or their motive here.
However, it appeared that I would shortly be able to obtain at least some of the information I sought, as I heard a key turn within what was clearly the lock in the room’s door, blimey as if tying me securely to this bed wasn’t enough by itself? Actually, from my captor’s perspective it wasn’t, I sensed another lock being deactivated, that of a large, heavy duty, padlock holding shut a substantial bolt, which was then slid to allow the door to finally open, although please remember that I could see none of this. Even if I hadn’t been blindfolded, it all occurred on the other side of the solid oak door.
It wasn’t just the door that was wooden here, so too was the floor and this gave me my first clues as to just who had entered my ‘cell’ here. And I was also able to ascertain that they were alone, immediately after coming inside, they shut and locked the door, obviously unable to fasten the bolt from the inside, after which she approached the bed, holding my body as its captive. But how did I know my new ‘companion’ was female? The unmistakable sound of her heels upon the floor, with no carpet available to dampen the sound. No male walking would ever make a noise like that!
So, I was in the hands of a woman then, the complete captive of a fellow female. A fact confirmed beyond any doubt whatsoever, when a hand that could only belong to a woman began to gently stroke the sheer nylon upon one of my legs, feeling almost electrifying to the captured and blinded me. Not that she stopped at top of the stocking, no, the hand continued its progress up my body, pausing to briefly, all too briefly, to explore my pussy, which, in turn was beginning to become absolutely soaking wet in response.
Meanwhile, a clearly female mouth closed in around the nipple of my right-hand tit, starting to gently chew and caress it, much to my delight. I have to admit that I was becoming more and more turned on here, it rather appeared that the aim of my unknown abductor was to stoke up the flames of my sexual desires! If that was her aim, then she was succeeding brilliantly, almost to the point that I was actually glad to have been captured by her. But it must be borne in mind, that whilst she was performing all of this, she uttered no spoken word whatsoever. Giving me absolutely no clue as to her identity.
Having enjoyed my right tit, my captor turned her oral attentions to the equivalent upon the left-hand side of my body, before her lips then engaged with my own, initiating a kiss that was just so sensual and provocative. As that aforementioned hand had continued its journey up onto my body, using the nails present upon it to heighten the receptacles mounted within my skin there. God, was she having an effect here of what? My whole body felt SO alive, to a much larger degree than it had ever done so before!
And her other hand, the one that up until now had remained inactive? It now entered these proceedings and, in some style, too! For it was holding a small feather ‘duster,’ with which my tormentor commenced the torture of my bound form. Gently, almost lovingly, teasing my skin with the effect of her ‘tool,’ an action I was completely unable to escape from, of course, being completely subjected to her desires. She moved that implement up to my chin, just as her lips ceased their soft engagement with my own, now subjecting me to a fully blown ‘snog,’ assaulting my own with a level of passion and sexual desire that they had never tasted before this day. God, was this unseen woman turning me on, or what?
And then the bloody bitch stopped, just like that, withdrawing her head, with those lips of course, from mine, leaving me almost shaking with sexual frustration, as much as my bondage would allow, that is. Had she finished with me already? Although, as I was soon to discover she had far from ceased her planned activities for me just yet.
A striking ‘clonking’ sound of her heels upon the wooden floor revealed the fact that she had in fact stood up, leaving the bed, walking away from it. NO! She wasn’t departing, was she, leaving me here, all stoked up and almost shaking with sexual frustration? Of course I couldn’t be certain, I mean I was totally unable to view her movements at all, but it did appear to me that she was going in the other direction to which the door to this room was located, giving me some small degree of hope.
Hope that was actually justified, for my captor had gone to bedroom chest of drawers, from one of which she withdrew two implements that she intended to use to make this sex session that she was subjecting me to even more intense. Swiftly, carrying her new ‘weapons,’ she returned to the bed with my helpless form bound to it.
The first of those that I became subjected to, once she had sat herself down upon the bed, right next to my imprisoned form, was a handheld replica ‘cock,’ manufactured from pure silicon. Which having teased the lips of my, completely wet, pussy with, she gently inserted into my sexual organ. Utterly delicious, if she didn’t have my full attention beforehand, she bloody well did now!
Especially having held her ‘tool’ in that position for a while, she withdrew it, very slowly and carefully, before re-inserting it again, beginning a ‘cycle,’ which was gently accelerating in velocity all of the time. Fantastic! And I’m sure that you can imagine the effect of this upon my body, I was rapidly approaching a sexual crescendo, which if continued could result in one possible, glorious outcome, or should that be ‘outCUM?’ OH YES!
And what of her other instrument? One that she didn’t introduce to my form just yet, in fact the only evidence of this device was through my ears, I heard it rather than felt it. A constant low ‘buzzing,’ yes, it was a vibrating wand! But she was using it upon her own pussy, rather than mine, and judging by the increasing, in both pitch AND volume of her oral emissions, to great effect too!
What’s more, not only was she using this instrument exclusively on HER body, rather than on mine, but she seemed to have forgotten about my pussy in the meantime! Although she hadn’t completely stopped her motions she had considerably slowed down, as if she no longer cared, and I actually started to climb down from the brink that she had so nearly taken me to!
All of a sudden, she did cease completely, as unseen by me of course, her body ‘froze,’ her back arched as her climax hit home, accompanied by an almost primeval scream that completely filled the room, echoing the very real fact that she’d clearly enjoyed that one! To which, there was a purpose, one that I’d discover later on in proceedings. However, having successfully induced a bout of ecstasy for herself, much to my enjoyment she set about giving that particular pleasure to me too. Not only did her motions with her ‘cock’ resume, and at their original intensity too, but that wand now found itself working upon MY clitty!
Now it will surprise nobody here if I state that it didn’t take long before my climax arrived after this, I mean didn’t it just! I’m far from sexually inexperienced, enjoying many an exciting orgasm beforehand, but none, NONE, had ever been as intense or pleasurable as that one, believe me! A tremendous wave of sexual pleasure totally overwhelmed my senses, taking all possibility of coherent thought away from my mind for quite some time, as I too screamed at FULL volume. And my ‘attacker’ was in NO mercy, she kept that wand, still vibrating at full throttle working its magic upon my clitoris for several minutes, before she finally relented, with me almost unable to breathe by this time!
My sexual fulfilment was, for now, clearly over as my adversary swiftly rose to her feet, all without saying a word. For now, was when I discovered at least one of her motives for using the wand upon her own body, for while she had done so she had still been wearing her panties. Which as a result had been coated in her sexual juices. Yes, you’ve guessed it, into MY mouth they now went, to be tied in place there preventing me from ejecting them at all!
I now heard the ‘clocking’ of her heels upon the wooden floor, first in one direction as she went to put her wand, and her 'cock,' which she had pulled out of my pussy, away, followed by her heading towards the door, which she passed through and out of the room. Then locking said door, also sliding that bolt home and padlocking it firmly shut.
Thus, I was simply left there, still her total prisoner still and without having obtained any view of her at all. I was simply hers, HERS to play with just how she, alone, desired, with me having absolutely NO say, or choice whatsoever, in the matter. After all, here I was locked away in this room, blinded and now gagged, with both my sense of smell and taste utterly dominated by her. But, above all as I told myself,
I AM STILL TIED TO THIS DAMN BED!
When I finally awoke my eyes flickered open, only to discover that such an exercise was utterly pointless, all I could see was complete darkness, in fact the inside of a black satin blindfold, one of those ‘proper’ ones that allow no light whatsoever to penetrate. Mind you, after a while it began to dawn upon me that this was the least of my problems.
In fact, the attempt to remove such item was the commencement of the full realisation just what my predicament was. For when I tried to move my arm to uncover my eyes, I soon clocked that there was very little motion of said limb available to me, both of them incidentally. For they had been stretched out, and around each wrist was a silken rope ‘bracelet,’ holding each arm in that position, with very little movement permitted, and escape seemingly impossible. Each of my legs was also tied down, although I couldn’t directly feel the rope around my ankles, because whoever had done this to me had left me adorned in my suspender belt and sheer nylon stockings. Apart from that though, I had been stripped totally, even my bra and panties had ‘dis-appeared.’ Cold realisation started to take hold in my mind, I had been tied to a damn bed, I was very much a helpless captive here, even if my ‘jailor’ had been kind enough to cover this bedroom furniture with a luxurious satin sheet, before they had made me their prisoner. Or perhaps there was more than one person who had taken me into captivity here?
As you can all imagine, when the reality of my situation became known to me, I attempted to fully test the bonds that held me there, just one of them might not have been applied securely, leading to my escaping from their hold? However, I was swiftly dis-appointed in that regard, it took very little time indeed to realise that whoever had tied me up was fully competent and I was going nowhere, until somebody else other than me said so. The fact that I could see at all didn’t help here I guess, but even if I hadn’t been blindfolded, the fact that this bondage had been expertly actioned would have been abundantly clear. The few knots, that were the key to the whole matter, were utterly out of reach to my hands and had been executed extremely well and securely. No, there was no way out, and the fact that the whole project was totally safe, not placing any threat to my health and general well-being, not being too tight for instance, was just testament to the architect responsible for my imprisonment. Whoever had done this to me had allowed a, limited admittedly, amount of movement to me within my bonds, but absolutely no chance of me slipping clear of them. A good job all-round then, as I was forced to admit to myself here.
Which left the question floating around my head as to just who that was, acknowledging that it might be more than one person involved, and why had they done so? I wasn’t aware that I had recently made any serious enemies, I didn’t owe any amount of money to anybody, well apart from that I owed my mum a few quid, but I seriously questioned whether she was responsible for all this. So, what was this all about, why had somebody taken the time, and trouble, to do just what had been done to me here? It didn’t help my state of mind that I was completely unable to even think of a suitable reason.
I suppose if I couldn’t address the question of ‘why,’ then I turned my thoughts towards the query as to just ‘how’ some person had done what they had done? I mean, answering this question successfully just might lead to working out the first one. And here my memory did at least seem to provide some clues. The last thing I did remember was the drink that I consumed in the busy bar I had visited tasting a little ‘different.’ Had it been spiked, and as it was, yes it had been. But I still couldn’t be utterly certain, and even if I had been it still didn’t render any possible clue as to the identity of the responsible person, or their motive here.
However, it appeared that I would shortly be able to obtain at least some of the information I sought, as I heard a key turn within what was clearly the lock in the room’s door, blimey as if tying me securely to this bed wasn’t enough by itself? Actually, from my captor’s perspective it wasn’t, I sensed another lock being deactivated, that of a large, heavy duty, padlock holding shut a substantial bolt, which was then slid to allow the door to finally open, although please remember that I could see none of this. Even if I hadn’t been blindfolded, it all occurred on the other side of the solid oak door.
It wasn’t just the door that was wooden here, so too was the floor and this gave me my first clues as to just who had entered my ‘cell’ here. And I was also able to ascertain that they were alone, immediately after coming inside, they shut and locked the door, obviously unable to fasten the bolt from the inside, after which she approached the bed, holding my body as its captive. But how did I know my new ‘companion’ was female? The unmistakable sound of her heels upon the floor, with no carpet available to dampen the sound. No male walking would ever make a noise like that!
So, I was in the hands of a woman then, the complete captive of a fellow female. A fact confirmed beyond any doubt whatsoever, when a hand that could only belong to a woman began to gently stroke the sheer nylon upon one of my legs, feeling almost electrifying to the captured and blinded me. Not that she stopped at top of the stocking, no, the hand continued its progress up my body, pausing to briefly, all too briefly, to explore my pussy, which, in turn was beginning to become absolutely soaking wet in response.
Meanwhile, a clearly female mouth closed in around the nipple of my right-hand tit, starting to gently chew and caress it, much to my delight. I have to admit that I was becoming more and more turned on here, it rather appeared that the aim of my unknown abductor was to stoke up the flames of my sexual desires! If that was her aim, then she was succeeding brilliantly, almost to the point that I was actually glad to have been captured by her. But it must be borne in mind, that whilst she was performing all of this, she uttered no spoken word whatsoever. Giving me absolutely no clue as to her identity.
Having enjoyed my right tit, my captor turned her oral attentions to the equivalent upon the left-hand side of my body, before her lips then engaged with my own, initiating a kiss that was just so sensual and provocative. As that aforementioned hand had continued its journey up onto my body, using the nails present upon it to heighten the receptacles mounted within my skin there. God, was she having an effect here of what? My whole body felt SO alive, to a much larger degree than it had ever done so before!
And her other hand, the one that up until now had remained inactive? It now entered these proceedings and, in some style, too! For it was holding a small feather ‘duster,’ with which my tormentor commenced the torture of my bound form. Gently, almost lovingly, teasing my skin with the effect of her ‘tool,’ an action I was completely unable to escape from, of course, being completely subjected to her desires. She moved that implement up to my chin, just as her lips ceased their soft engagement with my own, now subjecting me to a fully blown ‘snog,’ assaulting my own with a level of passion and sexual desire that they had never tasted before this day. God, was this unseen woman turning me on, or what?
And then the bloody bitch stopped, just like that, withdrawing her head, with those lips of course, from mine, leaving me almost shaking with sexual frustration, as much as my bondage would allow, that is. Had she finished with me already? Although, as I was soon to discover she had far from ceased her planned activities for me just yet.
A striking ‘clonking’ sound of her heels upon the wooden floor revealed the fact that she had in fact stood up, leaving the bed, walking away from it. NO! She wasn’t departing, was she, leaving me here, all stoked up and almost shaking with sexual frustration? Of course I couldn’t be certain, I mean I was totally unable to view her movements at all, but it did appear to me that she was going in the other direction to which the door to this room was located, giving me some small degree of hope.
Hope that was actually justified, for my captor had gone to bedroom chest of drawers, from one of which she withdrew two implements that she intended to use to make this sex session that she was subjecting me to even more intense. Swiftly, carrying her new ‘weapons,’ she returned to the bed with my helpless form bound to it.
The first of those that I became subjected to, once she had sat herself down upon the bed, right next to my imprisoned form, was a handheld replica ‘cock,’ manufactured from pure silicon. Which having teased the lips of my, completely wet, pussy with, she gently inserted into my sexual organ. Utterly delicious, if she didn’t have my full attention beforehand, she bloody well did now!
Especially having held her ‘tool’ in that position for a while, she withdrew it, very slowly and carefully, before re-inserting it again, beginning a ‘cycle,’ which was gently accelerating in velocity all of the time. Fantastic! And I’m sure that you can imagine the effect of this upon my body, I was rapidly approaching a sexual crescendo, which if continued could result in one possible, glorious outcome, or should that be ‘outCUM?’ OH YES!
And what of her other instrument? One that she didn’t introduce to my form just yet, in fact the only evidence of this device was through my ears, I heard it rather than felt it. A constant low ‘buzzing,’ yes, it was a vibrating wand! But she was using it upon her own pussy, rather than mine, and judging by the increasing, in both pitch AND volume of her oral emissions, to great effect too!
What’s more, not only was she using this instrument exclusively on HER body, rather than on mine, but she seemed to have forgotten about my pussy in the meantime! Although she hadn’t completely stopped her motions she had considerably slowed down, as if she no longer cared, and I actually started to climb down from the brink that she had so nearly taken me to!
All of a sudden, she did cease completely, as unseen by me of course, her body ‘froze,’ her back arched as her climax hit home, accompanied by an almost primeval scream that completely filled the room, echoing the very real fact that she’d clearly enjoyed that one! To which, there was a purpose, one that I’d discover later on in proceedings. However, having successfully induced a bout of ecstasy for herself, much to my enjoyment she set about giving that particular pleasure to me too. Not only did her motions with her ‘cock’ resume, and at their original intensity too, but that wand now found itself working upon MY clitty!
Now it will surprise nobody here if I state that it didn’t take long before my climax arrived after this, I mean didn’t it just! I’m far from sexually inexperienced, enjoying many an exciting orgasm beforehand, but none, NONE, had ever been as intense or pleasurable as that one, believe me! A tremendous wave of sexual pleasure totally overwhelmed my senses, taking all possibility of coherent thought away from my mind for quite some time, as I too screamed at FULL volume. And my ‘attacker’ was in NO mercy, she kept that wand, still vibrating at full throttle working its magic upon my clitoris for several minutes, before she finally relented, with me almost unable to breathe by this time!
My sexual fulfilment was, for now, clearly over as my adversary swiftly rose to her feet, all without saying a word. For now, was when I discovered at least one of her motives for using the wand upon her own body, for while she had done so she had still been wearing her panties. Which as a result had been coated in her sexual juices. Yes, you’ve guessed it, into MY mouth they now went, to be tied in place there preventing me from ejecting them at all!
I now heard the ‘clocking’ of her heels upon the wooden floor, first in one direction as she went to put her wand, and her 'cock,' which she had pulled out of my pussy, away, followed by her heading towards the door, which she passed through and out of the room. Then locking said door, also sliding that bolt home and padlocking it firmly shut.
Thus, I was simply left there, still her total prisoner still and without having obtained any view of her at all. I was simply hers, HERS to play with just how she, alone, desired, with me having absolutely NO say, or choice whatsoever, in the matter. After all, here I was locked away in this room, blinded and now gagged, with both my sense of smell and taste utterly dominated by her. But, above all as I told myself,
I AM STILL TIED TO THIS DAMN BED!