12 years ago when I was quite new to be8 g tied up (and tying my bf up) the rugby World Cup was on. Now I have no interest in rugby. Not much interest in sport really but whereas I can see the beauty in the physique of a footballer or track athlete, rugby players look like thugs let off their chain for the weekend. Now something I do know , now, is that there are a couple of weekends when there are three or four matches back to back. Each match takes about two hours with half time , pre match banal comments what might happen, afterwards what did happen and could have happened…..etc.
Now I’m not sure which country the games were being played but it was Saturday morning my BF got up about 730. To watch the first match. He was in sweatshirt, joggers and bare feet. I came down sometime between 8 and 9 am in just my knickers and the duvet wrapped round me. He had a beer already! I tried to make comments and ask questions like I was interested. I wasn’t but it was something he wanted so I tried to engage. Anyway apparently I was making stupid comments and had to shut up, but I couldn’t. So he clamped he is hand over my mouth. I was kind of wrapped in the duvet so couldn’t get my arms out but I wriggled. Shortly after it was half time and he said “you’re going to be bound and gagged for the second half.”
“Promises promises!”
He was true to his word. When the adverts were in he grabbed some of our tie up kit and tied my hands behind my back, ankles crossed and below knees, rope round my arms under my chest cinched between body and arms. Then he gagged me with some bits of cloth and a scarf tied between my teeth. I’d lost the duvet so was almost naked, just my black knickers. So,I sat on the floor watching the TV just in time for the second half.
After the match was over (don’t ask me who won) there was time for proper breakfast, not beer and a shower. He grabbed me as I cam out of the shower wearing just a towel. He tied my hands behind my back and my elbows together then tied me above and below my chest and round my waist to pin my wrists to the small of my back. I was “talking too much” so I got the foam ball in my mouth and my lips taped up. He marched me down stairs naked with my upper body all tied up. Once we were down stairs in the lounge he got me to lie down on the rug in front of the fireplace and tied my ankles together and my legs below my knees. He bent my legs into a hog tie, ankles to chest then tied my legs above knees. Next he fastened our leather , fur lined blindfold over my eyes. “If you get cold I’ll throw the duvet back over you. And that was it. I listened to the air headed remarks of the commentators, heard the cheers, the groans but as all tied up gagged, blindfolded and unable to participate. He asked me at half time if was OK. Actually I was really enjoying it in my isolation, “sub space “ I believe the feeling is called. After the next game I was given some water and food before being re gagged. It wasn’t until the third game was complete I needed the loo and was untied. Altogether over 4 hours hogtied naked before I was released.
We had great sex after that and I spent the rest of the Dady naked. He got a take away for dinner and as we were eating he said to me “there’s three more matches tomorrow?”
“You’d better get the rope,ready tonight then. I might disturb you again.”
