The Dumbest Thing I Have Ever Done (?/M) Final Part
Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2024 5:38 pm
You should always say "yes" in improv right?
"When you get here I'll be sure to tie you helpless, from there you are mine to tickle, tease, and drive insane! Sound good to you?" That is what the stranger promised.
"Tonight at 10 works for me." Say yes, right?
You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot. Not the most uplifting mantra I have used but tonight it was applicable. Honestly it was probably underselling it. This was the dumbest thing I had ever done before, but that didn't stop me. After all I didn't really care about much at that time. I was young and stupid. And well... I was horny. If ever I can be accused of thinking with my penis it was this night.
"When you arrive at the address there will be a sidewalk between the diner and the office building. You should see a light lit over a door at the end of the alley. The door I'll have propped open." The stranger gave simple directions and an address.
Well there I stood at the opening of the alley on a quiet unassuming side street staring motionless at the door.
You're an idiot. A chill breeze and a stomach full of butterflies sent a shiver up my spine.
You're an idiot. I took a steadying breath and started down the alley.
You're an idiot. Longest. Walk. Ever.
But strangely also over far too soon and I shock myself as I saw my hand push the door open and walk in. I don't know I guess I thought I would chicken out. Or my rational brain would take over and I would go sprinting away. But instead... I stood at the threshold. And I said yes.
"I'll have you walk in, remove shoes, socks, shirt, anything you want. Then blindfold yourself and lay back on the table. Knock twice on the table when you are ready." Easy instructions to follow.
The room was dark, the only light coming from a dim lamp in the corner and the light over the outside of the door. It was utterly bare except for a large plastic folding table in the center and on the table was a thick black cloth. I stared in disbelief. It was an eternal moment that I could not find my way out of. Am I really doing this? Am I this desperate? This stupid? A total stranger from craigslist answered my ad and offered to tie me up. And I said YES?! I have to go get out of here what is wrong with me. I didn't move.
Run you fool. It was like I was already tied up, I didn't even budge. Just stared at the offered blindfold.
You're an idiot. RUN! A breeze took the door swinging it closed and into my back pushing me into the room. Into the dark. The slamming of the door shattered the last remnants of my rational brain's resistance. The sound seemed to shout at me "SAY YES."
I threw off my clothes in a frenzy. shirt tossed to the ground, I kicked off my shoes and had my socks off and strewn about the room. I unbuckled my pants without thought and dropped them to my ankles. My boxers stayed on. The room was freezing cold and my bare skin instantly prickled. I reached for the blindfold with trembling hands. It was thick and black as night, the large cloth would easily cover half my face, forehead to the tip of my nose. I sat down on the table and centered myself on the cold surface. You're an idiot. Then I raised the blindfold to my eyes and tied it around my head.
Blackness surrounded me. But the blackness was safe? If I can't see anything, nothing can see me, right? The blindfold takes shame away. I knocked on the table twice.
Silence.
Was that a sound?
That was a footstep. I know it... I think.
That one was a squeaking floorboard for sure.
Silence.
My entire body is vibrating from the anticipation. Is this possibly a practical joke? In a minute, a spot light will shine down on me as a false wall is torn away to show that I am on camera in front-
A door creaks open with exaggerated slowness. It is like the bad chord struck out in an orchestra that brings the entire show to a screeching halt. The sound demanded attention. It demanded silence. It demanded stillness. I went rigid, a deer caught in headlights.
Then I heard the stranger's voice. A low pleased purr. "I wasn't sure if you would come," I couldn't tell if the voice was male or female. If male it was high pitched and light. If female it would be a raspy voice aged in whiskey and cigarettes. "But I am so glad you did." The stranger came closer to the table, quiet steps nothing to tell me anything about this person. I felt their presence, they were warm and in my blinded and cold state, I could feel that body heat. "Aren't you a delicious treat," the voice spoke. A soft, delicate (feminine?) hand was placed over my heart.
My entire body jumped at the touch. The stranger chuckled in satisfaction, "looks like someone is a little jumpy." The hand shifted and I felt it glide over my chest, gentle almost kind. The motion seemed to say "You're safe." I relaxed into the hand and let out a soft moan. A sudden spark of fire in my nipple as the stranger pinched down with fingernails in a gesture that added "well... mostly safe." The nails began to pull away an agonizingly slow scratching from bottom to tip of my nipple pulling a pleasured gasp from my lips. A warmth spread over me, centering right from my crotch.
The hand returned clamping down over my mouth muffling me. I took my que and quieted myself. The fingernails returned to scratching, not gentle but not painful, making a path from my neck down to the waistband of my boxers.
"Yes," it was not a voluntary word from me.
Another chuckle from the stranger, "oh not nearly so soon." The hand leaves and I am left isolated on my table island again. The stranger takes a step back. "tsk, tsk. Such a mess you made, just tossing all your clothes about. Such a bad boy you are." I am speechless, no one had ever talked to me like that before. A hand smacked hard into the meat of my inner thigh a stinging pain shot through my leg. I gave out a surprised yelp and pulled away from the pain. Yet as the fire from the slap mingled with the heat from my crotch I felt myself stiffen further.
Two hands press down and grip my leg forcing it back down with a cold firmness that radiated control. I could feel the stranger lean down, "we are going to need to fix all this freedom you have. Let's get you tied up."
Music to my ears. The stranger takes hold of my wrist and pulls it up over my head. I smile when I feel the rope begin to twist around my wrist. Within seconds, my hand is bound. I give a pull to test the rope and it holds fast. I assume the end of the rope is tied to the table leg. My other arm is gently guided up over my head as well and spread to the opposite corner. Again a few twists of rope around the wrist, a slight tug and just like that my hands are useless to me. The fingernails return and scratch light tickling trails from my wrists to toes as the stranger moves to my feet. Both ankles get the same treatment as my wrists. Before tying my ankles off to the table legs I feel the stranger give a savage tug.
The ropes left me in an agonizingly sweet tension. My body pulled taut was left helpless trapped. My limbs were splayed out kn a tight but relatively close spread eagle across the table. I was busy testing my bonds getting a slim sense of my vulnerability when the stranger spoke again, "now I had planned on giving you a kind gag with some clean rags but since you were such a messy young man I think I need to teach you a lesson." There was some slight movement and a pause. Then a... sniff? "Oh yes these will do nicely. Now be a good boy and open wide." A ball of cloth was pressed to my lips. This was the last line to be crossed. After I accept a gag I would be utterly helpless. The thought made me moan and I parted my lips.
I realized quickly that the cloth was my socks and judging by how full my mouth was I had both of them in there. Still slightly damp from my feet I had to have blushed furiously at the humiliation which of course only made me harder. The bulge in my boxers was becoming an attention demanding presence. Getting hard at feeling humiliation was a strange new experience that would leave me confused for weeks to come. For now, though, I groaned into the gag as tape was placed over my lips, sealing them shut.
And I was helpless. At the complete mercy of a total stranger, in a dark room I had never been before. No one knew where I was or what was happening. It would be days if not weeks before people realized I was missing should anything happen. And now I was left bare exposed and in a state of total vulnerability to this utter stranger, whom I couldn't even tell if they were male or female.
I did mention this was the dumbest thing I had ever done, right?
"When you get here I'll be sure to tie you helpless, from there you are mine to tickle, tease, and drive insane! Sound good to you?" That is what the stranger promised.
"Tonight at 10 works for me." Say yes, right?
You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot. Not the most uplifting mantra I have used but tonight it was applicable. Honestly it was probably underselling it. This was the dumbest thing I had ever done before, but that didn't stop me. After all I didn't really care about much at that time. I was young and stupid. And well... I was horny. If ever I can be accused of thinking with my penis it was this night.
"When you arrive at the address there will be a sidewalk between the diner and the office building. You should see a light lit over a door at the end of the alley. The door I'll have propped open." The stranger gave simple directions and an address.
Well there I stood at the opening of the alley on a quiet unassuming side street staring motionless at the door.
You're an idiot. A chill breeze and a stomach full of butterflies sent a shiver up my spine.
You're an idiot. I took a steadying breath and started down the alley.
You're an idiot. Longest. Walk. Ever.
But strangely also over far too soon and I shock myself as I saw my hand push the door open and walk in. I don't know I guess I thought I would chicken out. Or my rational brain would take over and I would go sprinting away. But instead... I stood at the threshold. And I said yes.
"I'll have you walk in, remove shoes, socks, shirt, anything you want. Then blindfold yourself and lay back on the table. Knock twice on the table when you are ready." Easy instructions to follow.
The room was dark, the only light coming from a dim lamp in the corner and the light over the outside of the door. It was utterly bare except for a large plastic folding table in the center and on the table was a thick black cloth. I stared in disbelief. It was an eternal moment that I could not find my way out of. Am I really doing this? Am I this desperate? This stupid? A total stranger from craigslist answered my ad and offered to tie me up. And I said YES?! I have to go get out of here what is wrong with me. I didn't move.
Run you fool. It was like I was already tied up, I didn't even budge. Just stared at the offered blindfold.
You're an idiot. RUN! A breeze took the door swinging it closed and into my back pushing me into the room. Into the dark. The slamming of the door shattered the last remnants of my rational brain's resistance. The sound seemed to shout at me "SAY YES."
I threw off my clothes in a frenzy. shirt tossed to the ground, I kicked off my shoes and had my socks off and strewn about the room. I unbuckled my pants without thought and dropped them to my ankles. My boxers stayed on. The room was freezing cold and my bare skin instantly prickled. I reached for the blindfold with trembling hands. It was thick and black as night, the large cloth would easily cover half my face, forehead to the tip of my nose. I sat down on the table and centered myself on the cold surface. You're an idiot. Then I raised the blindfold to my eyes and tied it around my head.
Blackness surrounded me. But the blackness was safe? If I can't see anything, nothing can see me, right? The blindfold takes shame away. I knocked on the table twice.
Silence.
Was that a sound?
That was a footstep. I know it... I think.
That one was a squeaking floorboard for sure.
Silence.
My entire body is vibrating from the anticipation. Is this possibly a practical joke? In a minute, a spot light will shine down on me as a false wall is torn away to show that I am on camera in front-
A door creaks open with exaggerated slowness. It is like the bad chord struck out in an orchestra that brings the entire show to a screeching halt. The sound demanded attention. It demanded silence. It demanded stillness. I went rigid, a deer caught in headlights.
Then I heard the stranger's voice. A low pleased purr. "I wasn't sure if you would come," I couldn't tell if the voice was male or female. If male it was high pitched and light. If female it would be a raspy voice aged in whiskey and cigarettes. "But I am so glad you did." The stranger came closer to the table, quiet steps nothing to tell me anything about this person. I felt their presence, they were warm and in my blinded and cold state, I could feel that body heat. "Aren't you a delicious treat," the voice spoke. A soft, delicate (feminine?) hand was placed over my heart.
My entire body jumped at the touch. The stranger chuckled in satisfaction, "looks like someone is a little jumpy." The hand shifted and I felt it glide over my chest, gentle almost kind. The motion seemed to say "You're safe." I relaxed into the hand and let out a soft moan. A sudden spark of fire in my nipple as the stranger pinched down with fingernails in a gesture that added "well... mostly safe." The nails began to pull away an agonizingly slow scratching from bottom to tip of my nipple pulling a pleasured gasp from my lips. A warmth spread over me, centering right from my crotch.
The hand returned clamping down over my mouth muffling me. I took my que and quieted myself. The fingernails returned to scratching, not gentle but not painful, making a path from my neck down to the waistband of my boxers.
"Yes," it was not a voluntary word from me.
Another chuckle from the stranger, "oh not nearly so soon." The hand leaves and I am left isolated on my table island again. The stranger takes a step back. "tsk, tsk. Such a mess you made, just tossing all your clothes about. Such a bad boy you are." I am speechless, no one had ever talked to me like that before. A hand smacked hard into the meat of my inner thigh a stinging pain shot through my leg. I gave out a surprised yelp and pulled away from the pain. Yet as the fire from the slap mingled with the heat from my crotch I felt myself stiffen further.
Two hands press down and grip my leg forcing it back down with a cold firmness that radiated control. I could feel the stranger lean down, "we are going to need to fix all this freedom you have. Let's get you tied up."
Music to my ears. The stranger takes hold of my wrist and pulls it up over my head. I smile when I feel the rope begin to twist around my wrist. Within seconds, my hand is bound. I give a pull to test the rope and it holds fast. I assume the end of the rope is tied to the table leg. My other arm is gently guided up over my head as well and spread to the opposite corner. Again a few twists of rope around the wrist, a slight tug and just like that my hands are useless to me. The fingernails return and scratch light tickling trails from my wrists to toes as the stranger moves to my feet. Both ankles get the same treatment as my wrists. Before tying my ankles off to the table legs I feel the stranger give a savage tug.
The ropes left me in an agonizingly sweet tension. My body pulled taut was left helpless trapped. My limbs were splayed out kn a tight but relatively close spread eagle across the table. I was busy testing my bonds getting a slim sense of my vulnerability when the stranger spoke again, "now I had planned on giving you a kind gag with some clean rags but since you were such a messy young man I think I need to teach you a lesson." There was some slight movement and a pause. Then a... sniff? "Oh yes these will do nicely. Now be a good boy and open wide." A ball of cloth was pressed to my lips. This was the last line to be crossed. After I accept a gag I would be utterly helpless. The thought made me moan and I parted my lips.
I realized quickly that the cloth was my socks and judging by how full my mouth was I had both of them in there. Still slightly damp from my feet I had to have blushed furiously at the humiliation which of course only made me harder. The bulge in my boxers was becoming an attention demanding presence. Getting hard at feeling humiliation was a strange new experience that would leave me confused for weeks to come. For now, though, I groaned into the gag as tape was placed over my lips, sealing them shut.
And I was helpless. At the complete mercy of a total stranger, in a dark room I had never been before. No one knew where I was or what was happening. It would be days if not weeks before people realized I was missing should anything happen. And now I was left bare exposed and in a state of total vulnerability to this utter stranger, whom I couldn't even tell if they were male or female.
I did mention this was the dumbest thing I had ever done, right?