Very rarely in life do I get the opportunity to check out a hunch. Well, this hunch in specific…sometimes, I look at a gal and it just looks like she’d be someone who’d enjoy my particular kink…
…or I just WISH she would ’cause she’s smoking hawt and I’d love to see her bound and gagged.
But my new neighbor…well, to start with, she was smoking hot (and single, with no kids, yet), but there just SEEMED to be something about her. Always twirling her hair…and the entire time I was talking with her when I introduced myself, she kept her hands behind her back. It was just curious…anybody could behave like that…but it just gave me a feeling…
Ugh; let it go.
And I DID too…until a few weeks later (and thankfully we knew each other better by now), and I’m walking by her apartment and I hear these soft moans…could be she was just “enjoying” herself, but there was an unmistakable “mmmmmph” involved…. OK; she could be in trouble…I knock at her door and get a LOUD “MMMMPH!” followed by intense struggling sounds…I tell her who I am and let myself in (thankfully, the door was open)…and yup, suspicion confirmed.
She’s loosely tied and gagged on the floor in haphazardly applied ropes, and her hands handcuffed behind her…and she was squirming for the key, a few feet away from her. “Well,” I said, sitting down next to her, “guess my impressions about you were right; you did this to yourself, didn’t you? And before you even start to deny it, burglars don’t generally use ball gags as they’re too traceable, and looking around your place, not a thing is missing or out of place. It’s OK, I get it; nothing wrong with you liking to be bound. If I take that gag off of you, am I gonna get a bunch of denial, or can we talk?” She looked a little sheepish at first, like she was plotting a lie, then saw that the evidence was against her and just rolled her eyes in defeat. When she offered her face to me, I got what that meant and removed the gag.
“All right, fine, you caught me; I love being bound and gagged, OK? Doesn’t mean anything about me sexually; I just love the feel of the ropes on my skin and not being able to move that much. I just wish I was better at tying…this whole thing kinda sucks.”
“Looks like the crotchrope is the tightest one of the set…” I remarked with a grin.
She flushed with embarrassment. “Well, I NEED that one to be tight. Look…thanks for not going crazy and treating me like a freak; I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. You’re in luck, actually…I like this stuff too, I mean, I like doing the tying and all. It’s gotta suck having to top off a good bondage with handcuffs and no ropes on your chest…you willing to let me have a go at you?”
“You gonna keep your hands to yourself?”
“Of course.” Disappointing to hear that part…but we HAD just met as bondage-likers. Eh, maybe after a tie on her…or thirty ties…she’d allow me to be more physical…
“Hmmmmm…..OK. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real tie done on me…”
Hannah Perez for today.
Tolstoy
Well, you’ve got to earn her trust first…I guess….