A Weekend of Submission and Seduction (F/M)
Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2023 9:55 am
Friday night, the story unfolds around my friend, Alix, and me. Alix is nice looking girl, neither too tall nor too short, with large breasts and captivating green eyes. We met a few month ago through friends and kept seeing each other regularly because we enjoyed watching movies together. I always believed she was out of my league, but her amiable disposition towards me made it all the more enjoyable to be in her company.
One fateful Friday night, Alix extended an invitation to her home for an evening of movies and wine. Her residence, a charming duplex in the heart of the city, was where she lived with her mother. Fortunately, her mother was away on a business trip for the weekend.
As I arrived, Alix greeted me at the door, with a short, alluring black satin dress that left me pleasantly taken aback. In stark contrast, I was dressed casually, anticipating a relaxed evening. A compliment about her appearance escaped my lips, but she swiftly shifted our conversation and led me into the living room.
We spent time chatting about our lives, all the while sipping on white wine. The hour grew late, and we still hadn't settled on a movie. As we lounged on the couch, Alix asked me what I wanted to do instead of watching a movie. I asked her if she had ever played tied up games before. I was rather surprised by her response because I did not know if she thought it would be creepy. Actually, she responded in a flirty way, “why? would you like to tie me up?”.
Drawing nearer to her on the couch, I dared, "I bet you couldn't escape."
With a playful twinkle in her eye, she replied, "I see where this is heading. I'll agree to let you tie me up, but only if you let me do the same to you."
"Alright," I consented, "but if I manage to free myself in less than 15 minutes, you'll let me bind you."
"And if you can't escape?" she inquired.
"Well, that's not going to happen," I confidently retorted.
"In that case," she declared with a smirk, "you'll have to do anything I desire for the entire weekend."
"Fair enough," I said, sealing the agreement with a smile as we shook hands.
Alix disappeared briefly into another room, returning with three lengths of white cotton rope. "Hands behind your back," she instructed.
I obeyed, and she skillfully bound my wrists before securing my ankles while I remained seated on the couch. I couldn't help but remark, "You seem quite adept at this."
She responded playfully, "And you haven't seen anything yet."
As I pondered the purpose of the third rope, Alix maintained her intriguing facade. "Lie down on the couch," she directed.
I complied, and she used the final rope to tether my ankles to my wrists. "It's quite snug, Alix," I remarked.
With a teasing laugh, she quipped, "You agreed to this, sweetheart." She then set a timer for 15 minutes on her phone. "You can start struggling now," she said.
Trapped in this restrictive position, doubt crept in as I wondered if this had been a wise choice. Alix tested my restraints one last time before sitting beside me, switching on the TV. My head was now dangerously close to her thigh, offering an enticing view of her attire—an elegant dress and black nylon tights.
The pressure on my already aroused state grew as time passed. Alix's gentle caresses and countdown added to the tension. I began to grasp the gravity of my situation—I was entirely at her mercy for the entire weekend, a scenario I had willingly embraced.
"Time's up!" Alix declared triumphantly. "Ready to be my little bitch?"
Resigned, I admitted defeat. "Fine, you got me. Now, can you please release me?"
With a mischievous laugh, Alix reminded me of our agreement. "Hahaha, don't you remember our little deal? You don't have a choice, my dear."
She turned, placing her nylon-clad feet tantalizingly close to my mouth. "Kiss them!" she ordered.
Initially hesitant, I began to enjoy this playful game. "That's good, you seem to like it," she observed as she removed her stockings and presented her feet for me to lick.
I gradually succumbed to her request, savoring the sensation of her sole against my lips. "Oh, you are such a bitch," I mumbled.
"What's that? You want more?" she teased, inching her feet closer and instructing me to suck each toe.
Without protest, I sucked each of her toe one by one while my hands were bound behind my back. Then, she moved to the other end of the couch to tickle my feet. Laughter and pleas for mercy filled the room until, abruptly, she silenced me by stuffing her stockings into my mouth.
"Mphhhhhhh mphhhhhh!!!" I protested.
She reveled in tickling my feet further, and with each struggle, my arousal intensified. Eventually, she rolled me onto my back, exposing my vulnerability. Alix noticed my arousal and commented, "Oh, you seem to be enjoying this."
"Mphhhh mphh," I responded helplessly.
With my hands tied behind my back and her stockings still in my mouth, the situation became both humiliating and exhilarating. Alix alternated between teasing and tickling, bringing me closer to climax but stopping just before release.
"Now it's your turn to please me," she declared, positioning me on my knees. She sat on the couch, spreading her legs, and guided my head towards her. Removing my gag, she took hold of my hair and directed my mouth to her pleasure.
After several minutes, she began to tease my crotch with her foot, creating an intensely erotic atmosphere. We continued until she climaxed, after which she reclined on the couch.
"I'm feeling quite tired now; let's head to bed," she said.
Alix untied the rope linking my wrists to my ankles and repurposed it as a leash, demonstrating her dominance as she led me to her room. Ascending the stairs, I followed her captivating figure, my hands still bound behind my back.
Upon arriving in her room, Alix secured my wrists above my head while I lay on the bed. She then immobilized my ankles by tying them to the bed's lower frame. As she lowered my pants and underwear, she resumed teasing me.
Alix said, "I didn't expect this weekend to be so much fun. I'm glad you came over."
She continued her teasing until I finally came. Exhausted from our evening, I drifted into slumber.
One fateful Friday night, Alix extended an invitation to her home for an evening of movies and wine. Her residence, a charming duplex in the heart of the city, was where she lived with her mother. Fortunately, her mother was away on a business trip for the weekend.
As I arrived, Alix greeted me at the door, with a short, alluring black satin dress that left me pleasantly taken aback. In stark contrast, I was dressed casually, anticipating a relaxed evening. A compliment about her appearance escaped my lips, but she swiftly shifted our conversation and led me into the living room.
We spent time chatting about our lives, all the while sipping on white wine. The hour grew late, and we still hadn't settled on a movie. As we lounged on the couch, Alix asked me what I wanted to do instead of watching a movie. I asked her if she had ever played tied up games before. I was rather surprised by her response because I did not know if she thought it would be creepy. Actually, she responded in a flirty way, “why? would you like to tie me up?”.
Drawing nearer to her on the couch, I dared, "I bet you couldn't escape."
With a playful twinkle in her eye, she replied, "I see where this is heading. I'll agree to let you tie me up, but only if you let me do the same to you."
"Alright," I consented, "but if I manage to free myself in less than 15 minutes, you'll let me bind you."
"And if you can't escape?" she inquired.
"Well, that's not going to happen," I confidently retorted.
"In that case," she declared with a smirk, "you'll have to do anything I desire for the entire weekend."
"Fair enough," I said, sealing the agreement with a smile as we shook hands.
Alix disappeared briefly into another room, returning with three lengths of white cotton rope. "Hands behind your back," she instructed.
I obeyed, and she skillfully bound my wrists before securing my ankles while I remained seated on the couch. I couldn't help but remark, "You seem quite adept at this."
She responded playfully, "And you haven't seen anything yet."
As I pondered the purpose of the third rope, Alix maintained her intriguing facade. "Lie down on the couch," she directed.
I complied, and she used the final rope to tether my ankles to my wrists. "It's quite snug, Alix," I remarked.
With a teasing laugh, she quipped, "You agreed to this, sweetheart." She then set a timer for 15 minutes on her phone. "You can start struggling now," she said.
Trapped in this restrictive position, doubt crept in as I wondered if this had been a wise choice. Alix tested my restraints one last time before sitting beside me, switching on the TV. My head was now dangerously close to her thigh, offering an enticing view of her attire—an elegant dress and black nylon tights.
The pressure on my already aroused state grew as time passed. Alix's gentle caresses and countdown added to the tension. I began to grasp the gravity of my situation—I was entirely at her mercy for the entire weekend, a scenario I had willingly embraced.
"Time's up!" Alix declared triumphantly. "Ready to be my little bitch?"
Resigned, I admitted defeat. "Fine, you got me. Now, can you please release me?"
With a mischievous laugh, Alix reminded me of our agreement. "Hahaha, don't you remember our little deal? You don't have a choice, my dear."
She turned, placing her nylon-clad feet tantalizingly close to my mouth. "Kiss them!" she ordered.
Initially hesitant, I began to enjoy this playful game. "That's good, you seem to like it," she observed as she removed her stockings and presented her feet for me to lick.
I gradually succumbed to her request, savoring the sensation of her sole against my lips. "Oh, you are such a bitch," I mumbled.
"What's that? You want more?" she teased, inching her feet closer and instructing me to suck each toe.
Without protest, I sucked each of her toe one by one while my hands were bound behind my back. Then, she moved to the other end of the couch to tickle my feet. Laughter and pleas for mercy filled the room until, abruptly, she silenced me by stuffing her stockings into my mouth.
"Mphhhhhhh mphhhhhh!!!" I protested.
She reveled in tickling my feet further, and with each struggle, my arousal intensified. Eventually, she rolled me onto my back, exposing my vulnerability. Alix noticed my arousal and commented, "Oh, you seem to be enjoying this."
"Mphhhh mphh," I responded helplessly.
With my hands tied behind my back and her stockings still in my mouth, the situation became both humiliating and exhilarating. Alix alternated between teasing and tickling, bringing me closer to climax but stopping just before release.
"Now it's your turn to please me," she declared, positioning me on my knees. She sat on the couch, spreading her legs, and guided my head towards her. Removing my gag, she took hold of my hair and directed my mouth to her pleasure.
After several minutes, she began to tease my crotch with her foot, creating an intensely erotic atmosphere. We continued until she climaxed, after which she reclined on the couch.
"I'm feeling quite tired now; let's head to bed," she said.
Alix untied the rope linking my wrists to my ankles and repurposed it as a leash, demonstrating her dominance as she led me to her room. Ascending the stairs, I followed her captivating figure, my hands still bound behind my back.
Upon arriving in her room, Alix secured my wrists above my head while I lay on the bed. She then immobilized my ankles by tying them to the bed's lower frame. As she lowered my pants and underwear, she resumed teasing me.
Alix said, "I didn't expect this weekend to be so much fun. I'm glad you came over."
She continued her teasing until I finally came. Exhausted from our evening, I drifted into slumber.