TUGs away from home F/M - final part added

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When it was time to go get myself a degree from a college/university, I opted to go overseas to get out of my town and experience learning while surrounded by a different culture. I'm not very tall, even as a fully grown adult I am 5'7 with short, brown hair. I'd say my build teetered somewhere between lean and athletic. I had spent my entire life running long distances and competing in races.

Settling into my new environment wasn't the easiest, the country I'd moved to had vastly different climate and my campus wasn't exactly surrounded by a city. The campus was pretty much its own town and everyone who studied and worked there lived in the town. I managed to get myself into a small group of friends that I'd spend most of my time around between classes and after class activities. In that group, I was closest to a girl named Felicia.

Felicia was 5'1 and slim. She had long brown hair that she'd keep in a top knot whenever she was in her apartment. The trait about her that stood out was that she had a fairly low-pitched voice for a woman. We had a lot in common, more so than our other friends, so often we found that we'd spend a lot of time together without the rest of the group. As far as I know, before our 'activities' started, there was never really any physical attraction from either side. We just got along really well and felt we could confide in the other. We lived right across the street from each other. Her housemate was rarely ever home, so to avoid being alone she would usually spend time in my apartment with my friends and I. We rarely ever went to her place unless she was organising a meal for the group.

After about a year and a half after we met and became friends, on a weekday, I texted her to ask if she'd like to come over to watch TV. We had recently gotten hooked on this detective show. She replied to ask if my housemates were home, to which I told her 'yes'. She said she had to do a bit of cleaning up in her apartment as it was a mess and asked if I would be able to help. Never being one to turn down a favour, I told her I'd come over. She agreed that after cleaning up, we could watch TV.

I went over to her apartment. It was about 6pm and her housemate was out for the night as usual. It took us about an hour or two to clean up her place and then we decided to order some takeout for dinner while we continued watching our new favourite show. We were seated on her couch in the common area of her small apartment, watching episode after episode of the show.

On the fourth successive episode that we watched, there was a scene involving one of the characters, a damsel in distress, bound and gagged in a trap set for the protagonist. This caught Felicia's attention as she turned to me and asked "have you ever tried bondage before?". I recall using simple furry handcuffs and a ball gag with my previous girlfriend so I replied "yeah, basic bondage."

Felicia: "what do you mean basic bondage?"
Me: "Well, I used to handcuff my ex while we were in bed"

Felicia: "So you've never been tied up before?"
Me: "No, not really."

Felicia: "Do you wanna try being tied up?"

I paused to look at her. I was quite taken aback as I'd never been asked this by any girl I'd ever dated previously. I always was under the assumption that women naturally preferred being tied up by their male companions. I was hesitant, but a part of me was curious as to how I'd feel.

Me: "Like tied up with rope?"
Felicia: "Yeah, don't worry it won't be painful?"

"Ok," I said after a bit of hesitation. Felicia's eyes immediately lit up.

Felicia: "I promise it'll be fun!"

She jumped up and scurried off to her bedroom, from which I heard a bit of rummaging. I was quite nervous but at the same time excited. I didn't know how it was going to feel like being tied up. After a couple of minutes, Felicia emerged from her room with a duffel bag. She walked over to the couch and dropped the bag at my feet. In the bag were several coils of red rope.

Felicia: "Since it's your first time, I'll just tie your wrists and ankles. Let me know if it's too tight"

All I could muster was a nod. My heart was racing from both the nerves and the excitement. She grabbed one of the ropes coils and unwound it.

Felicia: "Stand up, turn around and cross your wrists behind your back"

I'd never been tied before, but I knew the drill from my experience of watching bondage scenes on TV and in pornography. I couldn't see what was going on, but I could feel as she grabbed my wrists and wrapped the rope around it. The rope didn't feel rough at all, it felt rather soft and silky.

Me: "Hey, I thought rope usually causes rope burns and feels rough?"

Felicia giggled.
Felicia: "This is high quality nylon rope so it feels quite soft"

Me: "Do you do this with all your boyfriends?"
Felicia: "Only the ones MAN enough to be tied by me"

She completed tying my wrists and turned me around. She was small, but there was a strength she possessed that you wouldn't expect from someone that size.

Felicia: "How does that feel?"
Me: "It feels fine, just can't move my arms."

She flashed a cheeky grin at my sarcastic response before bending down to grab another coil of rope. She asked me to sit back on the couch and to keep my feet and ankles together. I did as she asked. It felt different being sat on the couch without the mobility of my arms. I felt trapped but at the same time, it felt snug like there was someone holding my wrists together.

Felicia took the second coil of rope and proceeded to wrap it just above my ankles.

Felicia: "You're going to have to hop if you want to get anywhere"

As she continued to wrap the ropes, the more trapped I felt, but it also made me feel snug and cozy. There was a jolt that ran through me. I was enjoying my rope bondage. The fear I had was gone and it was suddenly replaced by this unspeakable pleasure that I was feeling.

Felicia completed my ankle tie and got up.

Felicia: "There, all done. How do you feel?"
Me: "It's quite restrictive. I can't move my limbs"

Despite my rather blunt and uninterested tone, Felicia knew I was enjoying this. Maybe it was the sight of my member starting to grow from my sweatpants that she noticed. She got back on the couch and we were ready to continue watching our show. She grabbed the remote as I was pretty much useless at this stage and wrapped her arm around my shoulder before pulling me in. This was the first time we'd been in such an intimate situation and we were both quite enjoying it. Just as she was about to press 'play' on the remote, she suddenly stopped and got up off the couch.

Felicia: "Completely forgot something, just wait there"
Me: "Well, it's not like I can go anywhere."

I could hear her giggle and she went into her room. I was wondering what she'd forgotten. She re-emerged from her room with an ankle sock and a large white handkerchief. I gulped. I knew exactly what those were for. I'd never imagined being gagged before, let alone by a girl.

Me: "Is that going where I think it's going?"
Felicia: "Relax, I won't make it so tight"

She walked up to me and bent down. "Open," she said with her low pitched voice in a rather swift but commanding tone. I didn't even hesitate, I just instinctively obeyed her command and opened my mouth. She balled up the ankle sock and stuffed it in my mouth.

Felicia: "There's definitely room for a lot more in that big mouth of yours, but since it's your first time I'll only put one."
Me: "mmph?"

That was all I could say as the sock filled a good portion of my mouth. She folded the white handkerchief into half before getting back on the couch. She asked me to lean forward and positioned herself behind my heard. She wrapped the now triangular handkerchief over my mouth and nose and tied a tight double knot at the back of my head, I flinched as I felt the second knot being tied. The smell of fresh cotton wrapped around my nostrils. There was something about that smell that further increased the pleasure I was feeling.

Felicia: "There, perfect"

She took a long look at me and couldn't help but smile at her handiwork. She explained to me that she preferred gags tied over the nose as it made for a nicer aesthetic on a tied up victim. I tried to respond to her. My speech wasn't completely muffled, but all that came out was "mmmpphhhhh". She giggled excitedly at my gagged moan and once again wrapped her arm around my shoulder and we resumed watching our show.

She leaned her head on my shoulders a few times throughout the night. She even pointed out, to her delight. that my member had grown quite significantly within my pants. I could barely make out a word through my gag, so all that came out was "mmmmphhhh", They were characterised by short moan or long moan.

After a few more episodes, it had become midnight and we both had classes to get to in the morning. She looked up at her clock and looked back at me.

Felicia: "Hey it's late, do you want me to untie you?"

Usually I'd prefer going back to my apartment and sleeping in my own bed, but I was enjoying my predicament so much, that even without a second thought, almost unconsciously, I shook my head and moaned 'no' through my gag as well as I could.

Once again, her eyes lit up. The sheer look of joy on her face from the fact that I was enjoying the bondage was a sight to behold. She knew that meant I was spending the night there.

Felicia: "Let's head into the room, I don't want my housemate finding you like this"

She helped me up and watched as I hopped over to her room. In the hopping, the handkerchief around my mouth and nose loosened and the cloth fell on my neck. I took a deep breath, not that I couldn't breathe over the cloth, but that the smell of cotton was gone.

Felicia: "don't you dare spit that sock out!"
Me: mmmpphhhhh

I managed to hop my way to her room and to her bed. She instructed me to sit on the bed and I followed. There was something about feeling so helpless but around someone I trust that really elevated the experience. She came up to me and removed the sock in my mouth, which was now soaked with my saliva. I didn't dare say anything without her explicit permission. She left the room and came back with a bottle of water.

Felicia: "I'm going to keep you gagged, so you better drink up now"

After drinking as much as I could, she placed the bottle at the foot of the bed. She told me I could wake her if I needed more water or to use the bathroom. She walked over to her drawers to grab a fresh sock - which I recognised as the pair to the one that was previously in my mouth. She walked up to me on the bed before balling it up. She didn't even have to give the command, I opened my mouth instinctively to allow her to stuff the sock in my mouth. She then crawled on to her bed and positioned herself behind me. She untied the handkerchief from my neck, re-folded it, wrapped it over my mouth and nose and tied a tighter double knot at that back of my head.

I was again overwhelmed by the scent of the fresh cotton that sent me into a euphoria. She then walked to her drawer and got a white bandana. She folded the bandana into a band as she walked over. She stopped in front of me and bent down before tying the bandana over my eyes.

"Mmmmmpphhhhhh," I protested.

Felicia: "Relax, I don't want you peeping while I change into my PJs"

I sat on the bed, bound, gagged and now blindfolded as I waited for her to change out into her night attire. After 10 or so minutes, I heard her walk over to me and she removed my blindfold. As the light re-entered my eyes, I saw that she was now in her PJs and ready to go to bed. She discarded the bandana and instructed me to lie on my side.

She crawled onto the bed and positioned herself behind me. She grabbed my torso from behind and snuggled up behind me. This was the first time I'd ever experienced being the little spoon in bed. It was different, of course there was the added predicament of my bondage.

Felicia: "Goodnight"
Me: mmmpphhh

I could feel her wrapped around my body. It was a similar feeling to the ropes. It just felt so snug, yet the added factor of helplessness just made it more pleasurable. I was actually quite surprised at how tired I was as well. The ropes keeping my ankles and wrists together were fairly tight and my jaw hurt quite a bit from the stuffing. I drifted off to sleep pretty quickly. The next morning, Felicia woke me up and told me that she wanted to untie me. She pulled the handkerchief down from my face first and pulled out the sock. My mouth felt really dry and my jaw hurt. She grabbed the bottle of water at the foot of the bed and fed me some water.

Felicia: "Had a good sleep?"
Me: Yeah, it was fine.

She undid the rope around my ankles before undoing the rope around my wrists. She had woken up earlier to prepare breakfast for the both of us. I quickly ate and left her apartment as I had classes to attend. I spent pretty much the whole day thinking about the experience from the night before. There was also this fear of if the dynamic of our friendship had become weird after this intimate moment.

But I was wrong. Our friendship resumed like it was before. It was almost like the event never happened. We acted normally around each other whether it was in person or through text conversations. Neither of us brought up the events of that night for a couple of weeks.

2 weeks after the experience, I was in my apartment getting ready to get started on a paper that was due soon, when I received a text.

Felicia: Wanna come over?

Me: I've got an assignment that I really need to get started

Felicia: I'll tie you up ;)

I looked up from my phone. I immediately grabbed my backpack, stuffed my laptop in, along with clothes with the intention to spend the night there. I was really excited by the thought of being bound and helpless by Felicia once more. I trudged over to her apartment, and I could feel the excitement in my pants as my member started swelling just imagining what I was walking into.

I had resigned myself to being her bondage submissive now, and I liked it.
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Great story so far really enjoyed reading it. Hope there is a part 2! Great work!!
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Fantastic story! I’ve always wanted to meet a girl like her!
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Nice story, thanks for posting.
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Well done! An excellent Intro To Bondage class (Restraint 101).
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First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the feedback. Here's Part 2.

A few weeks had passed since Felicia and I started our 'activities'. We'd meet up at least once a week, when her housemate was away, where she'd tie me up in a similar fashion and I'd spend the night there. As each night happened, I felt our relationship was getting more intimate but there weren't any romantic displays between either of us apart from spooning while in bed.

During each of our sessions, I'd question her to learn more about why she practices bondage. She often felt frustrated as due to her small stature, guys would almost always expect her to be the submissive. It's probably why she hadn't been on a second date in a long time. I also asked her if she used metal restraints and ball or panel gags. She told me that she preferred using rope and clothing because it gave her more of a sense of accomplishment after restraining someone, and that it added to the realism whenever there was any role play involved.

There was a holiday weekend approaching and most of the students at my college were heading home to spend them with family. Being overseas, I decided it was too short a holiday to go back home. I was prepared to spend the whole weekend alone, when I received a text from Felicia.

Felicia: What are you doing for the holiday weekend?

Me: I'm staying here for the weekend.

Felicia: Dionne (her housemate) is out of town for the weekend, wanna spend a whole weekend here? ;)


My mood shifted almost immediately. I was dreading the prospect of being stuck in a ghost town over a few days. But now, I had someone to spend the weekend with, plus it would mean that I would spend most of it being tied up. It was the easiest of decisions for me to accept her invite. I spent the next few days looking forward to my weekend of pleasure.

The day had arrived. I had just said goodbye to my housemates who were leaving to head back to their homes. They were initially worried for me and had even invited me to spend the holidays with their respective families, but they were happy to learn that I'd be spending the weekend in town with a friend.

It was about 6 in the evening when I texted Felicia to ask what time I should come over. She responded that she was in the gym and told me to get to her apartment in an hour. It was probably the slowest hour of my life. I'd packed like one would for a 3-night camping trip - minus the actual camping gear - and I was more than ready to head over to spend the weekend there. I had even brought a hard disk over that contained several movies and TV Shows that we could watch while I was tied up.

At 7, on the dot, I knocked on the door of her apartment. After a few seconds or so, Felicia opened the door. Her hair was down and wet, presumably from the shower she had just taken, and she was already in her pyjamas.

"You're early," she remarked, clearly not impressed that I had shown up before she was ready.

"I got a bit excited?" I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

Her look of chagrin quickly turned into a cheeky grin as she motioned for me to come in. She told me I could leave my bag in her room and wait on the couch while she dried her hair. It took her about 15 minutes to get all that hair dry, and when she emerged from the bathroom, her hair was back in the recognizable top knot that she usually wore when indoors.

She was all smiles. "Let me get what we need," she said as she walked into her room to grab her duffel bag. We'd decided already that we were going to get takeout from the Chinese place that was still open over the break.

"How am I going to eat if I'm tied up?"

"Well, I guess I'll have to feed you then," she responded, in a rather cheeky tone I should add.

She came back into the living room with the usual duffel bag that had the rope. Before we got started, we made sure to order our dinner so we wouldn't go hungry.

"We'll try something different today," she said as she started uncoiling one of the ropes. My glee suddenly turned into a bit of mixed feelings as I felt nervous about what she was going to do. I had mentioned to her that I wouldn't be a fan of hogties, was this her way of proving that she was in control to put me in one anyway?

She could sense my sudden apprehension. "Relax, I'm just adding an extra layer of rope," she said to calm my nerves. She asked me to stand up and cross my arms behind my back as she wrapped the red rope around it. It was maybe my imagination, but with each session, I felt like the ropes got tighter. I didn't want to complain as I rather enjoyed it.

Once she was done with my arms, she had me sit back down on the couch and proceeded to tie my ankles. It was sometimes masterful watching her work as she'd wrap the rope with relative ease and efficiency. Soon as she was done tying my ankles, she got a third coil of rope. I wondered where this one was going to go. She told me to move forward so that only my butt was making contact with the couch. She then wound the third coil of rope around my thighs.

When she was done, she looked up. "How does that feel?," she asked.

"I've got almost no mobility on my legs. Even hopping is going to be a bit more difficult." I wasn't kidding, she'd done a really good job in almost making my entire legs useless. As a runner, it felt weird not being able to move my legs at all, but yet, it felt all the more pleasurable as well.

"That's the idea," she responded with a smirk. Just as she was admiring her work, there was a knock on the door. Luckily for me, I was out of view from where the door was, so unless someone were to come in, they wouldn't see me in my predicament. She went to answer the door and came back with a couple plastic bags of food. We watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind as she took turns, first feeding me and then having her meal.

When she was done, she helped feed me some water and went to clean up and store the leftovers in the fridge. After that, she quickly walked past me into her room. She came out a few seconds later carrying a few items that weren't really visible. She dropped the items onto the couch beside me and said "I've got something special for you tonight." Beside me laid 2 grey ankle socks, a long but thin strip of cloth and a pink bandana.

She first grabbed one of the socks and started rolling it up. "If I roll them up neatly, I'm sure we can fit 2 in there," she said as she held the first wad in front of my mouth. "Open," she commanded in her low pitched voice. I did as I was told and opened my mouth and she pushed the first sock inside and to the right of my mouth. She then grabbed the second sock and rolled it up in a similar fashion. I couldn't close the half of my mouth that had the sock stuffed into it. Felicia then pushed the second sock to the left side of my mouth.

I could feel my cheeks bulging. I knew my jaw was going to hurt quite badly when it's eventually time for me to be ungagged. She then grabbed the long strip of cloth. "This is leftover cloth from my sewing. Glad I found a good use for it," she said as she got on the couch and positioned herself behind my head. "Keep that mouth open," she said as she pulled the strip of cloth behind my lips to hold the socks in place. she then wrapped the cloth around my head. The cloth was long enough that it was wound beneath my lips twice before being tied in a tight double knot at the back of my head.

The cleave gag was very effective in muffling my speech. "Mmpphhh" was all I made out as I felt the second knot being cinched at the back of my head. It was only as I tried to reposition my tongue when I realised there was a rather foul taste in my mouth. It almost triggered my gag reflex - no pun intended. Felicia noticed my reaction almost immediately.

"You probably just realised that these were the socks I was wearing when I was in the gym earlier," she said, with a rather evil chuckle. The worn out sock felt softer in my mouth compared to a dry sock and there was something about them being used and dirty that tickled my fancies even more. Being gagged had become my favourite part about being tied up as there was something about being unable to speak that added so much more to the helplessness of the situation.

Felicia reached for the pink bandana and folded it into half. I eagerly awaited as she positioned the triangular bandana in front of my face. I instinctively leaned my head forward to allow her to wrap it around my mouth and nose. She cinched another double knot at the back of my head, just above where the white cloth strip stood. I took in a deep breath to feel the scent of the cotton, but instead, there was an additional smell of sweat.

"Don't breathe in too hard, that bandana was holding my hair back in the gym," Felicia said, flashing a grin. The bandana was rather large and there was a significant portion of it hanging below my face. She leaned forward to admire her work and started using her hands to iron out any creases on the bandana covering most of my face.

"Do you like the gag?," she asked.

"Mmmmmppphhhh," I nodded in response. My voice was almost completely muffled by the very effective gag and I realised when I nodded that the cleave gag holding in the dirty gym socks weren't going to come out without her actually untying it.

"I'm glad you like it," she said with a genuine smile. "I'm going to go make myself some tea," she said as she got up and looked at me. Then, she did something she'd never done before. She grabbed my chin and ran her finger down my OTN gag. she stopped as soon as she felt my lips and then leaned in and kissed me over the gag.

"Not how I imagined our first kiss going," she said as she pulled back. My heart started racing and I started sweating despite it being cold. She was imagining us kissing? Why did she plant that kiss? The bulge in my pants was visibly large. It was then I decided to enjoy my helpnessness and just let things play out and not worry about them.

She returned with her tea as we continued watching the film we started during dinner. She would wrap her arm around me and sometimes lean her head on my shoulder. She found her comfort spot in lying her back against my shoulder and stretching her legs out on the couch. After a certain period of time, I grunted through my gag as the bulge in my sweatpants was making it rather uncomfortable. Felicia looked to see if I was grunting because I needed something and noticed my discomfort.

"Hold on, I'll give you some help," she said as she walked into her room. My heart started racing again. Did she know what the issue was? How is she going to help? She came back from her room holding what could only be a fleshlight. "This should help you out," she said as she bent down and removed the top of my pants. Because my thighs were tied, she could only pull it down partially. As she pulled down my briefs, my penis immediately stood up, fully erect.

"Someone's a little excited," she said in a cheeky tone. I never imagined that there would ever be an occasion where she would see my privates. My face became flushed in embarrassment. "Mmmmmpphhhh," I moaned through my gag. She inserted the fleshlight over my penis and started relieving me, without actually coming into contact with my penis. I moaned as I felt the fleshlight moving up and down. My eyes started looking upward as I felt the pleasure coursing through my privates.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I moaned in relief as I finished into the fleshlight.

"Better?" asked Felicia as she removed the fleshlight.

I fluttered my eyes at her in a rather sensual way.

"You make a really pretty damsel," she remarked. "Maybe we should look more into that," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Mmmpphhh?," I replied.

"Oh nothing," she said as she pulled my pants back and went to discard the fleshlight in the bathroom.

When she returned, we continued watching the movie. I wasn't sure whether it was the handjob or just the fact that we were watching a movie about romance, but my heart started beating faster than it ever did when I was with her. It was the most intimate our relationship has felt. Were we becoming more than friends? I stopped paying attention to the movie and just glared at Felicia for the most part.

All of a sudden, we heard the lock on the door turning.

"Mmmpphhh," I grunted worriedly at Felicia, who had frozen in fear.

The door swung open and someone walked in. It was Dionne, Felicia's housemate.

"Hey Felicia, Cruz and I broke up so I'm spending the weeke...", she stopped as she took in the sight of me bound and gagged on her couch. How were we going to explain this?
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Great second part! Way to leave us on a cliffhanger though! Really looking forward to what happens next 😄
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I love cliffhangers! Don’t make us wait too long for the continuation...

Really good story so far
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Part 3

Dionne stood at 5'4 with long flowing blonde hair. She was a budding actress looking for her big break in acting school. Her slim figure and gorgeous good looks were the talk of everyone in the area. She was sure to be the centre of attention wherever she was. She was from a place not too far from where we were, but she was very proud of her heritage and would often switch to speaking in her native tongue, despite speaking English like a local.

She stood there starting at Felicia and I in disbelief for what seemed like an entire minute. My heart was racing again from the anxiety. Our 'activities' had been exposed. How are we going to make her keep it a secret?

To my shock, and relief, she broke out into a display of absolute glee.

"OH. MY. GOD. I can't believe it finally happened. I was rooting for the two of you. You should totally hear what she says about you. I'm so happy for you both right now!"

Huh? Rooting for us? She had met me all of 5 times and never spoke to me for even a minute at a stretch. Also, what did she mean by the way Felicia talks about me? I turned to look at Felicia, who remain unmoved. Her face was expressionless and she was just glaring at Dionne the entire time.

"Although, I never quite pictured you to be a sub. Makes you cuter in my eyes actually," she said much to my embarrassment. Thank god the pink bandana that covered most of my face hid my cheeks that were most definitely flushed.

"Well, I've had a terrible day, so I'm going to bed. Don't be too loud you both, ok? Well I guess that won't be a problem for one you," she said as she gave me a smirk. "We should totally hang out tomorrow though, goodnight!," Dionne said as she disappeared into her room. Almost immediately, Felicia got up from the couch and scurried over into Dionne's room and closed the door behind her.

I could hear them whisper-arguing about something but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I really wanted to eavesdrop, but it would take too much effort to hop over with my legs tied and they would definitely hear me hopping over even if I did try. So I remained on the couch, bound and thoroughly gagged.

The socks in my mouth were now moist and took up even more space. My jaw was definitely aching quite badly. The ropes put quite a bit of pressure on my limbs as well. I was genuinely exhausted, just by sitting on the couch. The anxiety I was feeling didn't help either. Eventually, I dozed off from exhaustion.

"I think it's time for bed," Felicia said, just as I was about to fall into a deep sleep. Her face was still blank and I couldn't get a read of how she was feeling. She helped me up to my feet and I hopped over to her room. She instructed me to sit on the bed and then untied the two cloths that were tied at the back of my head. She then pulled out the two socks and left the room, presumably to put them in her laundry basket.

She returned with a bottle of water. She fed me the water and then walked over to her drawer. The entire time I was afraid to say anything as I didn't want to upset her even further. She returned with 2 large white handkerchiefs.

She folded the first one neatly into a wad. "Open," she said as she held it in front of my mouth. I did as I was told and allowed her to push the wad into my mouth. "Keep your mouth open," she said in a rather commanding tone. She folded the second handkerchief into a band and pulled it behind my teeth before tying it at the back of my head.

She told me to lie on my side before she switched off the light and got into bed as well. I was expecting her to embrace me from behind but she never did. I was pretty sure our backs were facing each other. Clearly something Dionne had said upset her. But being gagged, I couldn't even talk to her about it.

Eventually, after a few anxious thoughts about the events that had just transpired, I managed to fall asleep, hoping that I could cheer Felicia up tomorrow and maybe have a conversation about what happened.

"Wake up sleepyhead," Felicia said as she shook me. The light slowly entered my eyes. "Mmmphhhh," I said, clearly still gagged.

"Come on, wake up! We've got a lot to do today!"

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that Felicia was already out of her PJs and her expression was quite cheerful, a clear contrast from how she was after Dionne's unexpected arrival. I finally managed to get my legs off the bed and sat up. She removed the gag from my mouth and started untying me. It was then that I finally worked up the courage to say something.

"Hey, you ok?," I stuttered hesitantly.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?," she responded.

"Well, it seemed you were upset by something Dionne said last night."

"Oh that? I was just upset that she just walked in unannounced. I thought it was quite rude of her, but it's alright now. We talked it out."

I accepted her explanation, but I remained skeptical. Once I was untied, I got up and stretched my limbs for the first time since my arrival the night before. Eventually I got over the numbness and I was on my feet, my mobility restored.

"Alright, you've got 30 minutes in the shower and then we're having breakfast," Felicia instructed.

We had decided the rules prior to the weekend. I would get 30 minutes to use the bathroom in the morning. Apart from that I was to be tied the entire time. Even during meal time, it was up to Felicia's discretion whether I would be tied or not.

After using the bathroom, I came out to see that there was already food laid out on the table. I joined Felicia at the table to eat when I heard the door to Dionne's room open.

"Is that bacon I smell?," she yelled out.

Dionne joined us at the table for breakfast. Felicia clearly had the foresight to prepare a meal for all three of us.

"So, what have you got planned today?," Dionne asked.

Felicia and I just looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

"Oh, it's ok you two, you don't have to tell me. I understand. We should totally go out later though, get some snacks and maybe dinner as well!"

After we were done, Dionne disappeared back into her room. She was quite cheerful for someone going through a 'break-up'. Then again, her relationship with one of the athletes on campus was always on-and-off. They'd been through this many times before. Felicia would often update me if they were on or off.

"Alright, it's time to pick up where we left off," Felicia said.

She went into her room and grabbed her duffel bag.

"Today, you're going to try your first chair tie. We're going to take things up a notch," she said.

I was already seated on the kitchen chair, so step 1 was already complete.

She grabbed a coil of red nylon rope and walked up behind me. She crossed my wrists behind the chair and started tying them. After that she tied my ankles together, followed by my thighs. She then grabbed a fourth coil of rope that she used to tie my elbows together, completely removing mobility from my arms.

"This feels different," I remarked.

She managed a grin before heading back for a FIFTH coil of rope. This one she used to tie around my torso to the chair. When she was done, she took a step back and admired how well she'd done.

"How does it feel?," she asked.

I could bare move at all. Apart from my shoulders, almost everything else was immobile. I was tied very securely to the chair.

"It's really tight. I can barely move," I responded.

She was clearly delighted and that response as it drew a giggle from her. I was just happy that she was in a better mood now. She quickly disappeared into her room as I figured what was coming next. My favourite part - the gag.

She came back holding a sponge ball, a black knee length sock and a pair of skin coloured stockings.

"I don't think all those can fit in my mouth," I said to her.

She held the sponge ball in front of my face and raised her eyebrows. It was her signal of telling me to open I mouth. She stuffed the sponge ball in and it almost engulfed my entire mouth. She grabbed the black sock and pulled it behind my teeth before tying a double knot at the back of my head.

"Alright, we're going to do something different," she said.

"Mmph?"

She took the pair of skin-coloured stockings and placed it over my head, pulling it down my face. I could feel my nose and mouth being squished, but I could still breathe. She tied the stockings off and went into her room. My sight wasn't affected too badly, I could still see what was going on. She came back with a hand mirror for me to see how I looked.

"Mmmmmmpppphhhhhhh," I moaned in disbelief. I looked like a cartoon character.

She laughed at my response as she placed the mirror on the kitchen table.

"I'm going to cook lunch now, so be good and I might untie for you lunch."

I sat in my chair, facing the stovetop as Felicia cooked lunch. It smelled pretty good, so at least I hadn't lost my sense of smell despite my nose being squished. Dionne would step out of her room at some point. She walked past me and burst out into laughter at how I looked before she headed back into her den.

Eventually Felicia was done with lunch. She walked over to me and removed the stocking from head, much to my relief. She stared at me for a minute as I attempted to get my senses back.

"I think I'm gonna keep you tied up for lunch," she said.

"Mmmppphhh," I groaned at her. I had been quiet the entire time. Well, I guess the stocking made it hard for me to do anything.

"If you complain, you won't get lunch at all," she remarked.

I shook my head and grunted, promising I wouldn't complain. She untied the sock and carefully pulled out the sponge ball - that was now soaked. She fed me lunch, which was delicious. She then fed me some water as well to wash it all down.

It was then she did something completely unexpected. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a peck on the lips. She quickly pulled back to determine my reaction. I just stared at her blankly. She then came back in, this time for a full kiss and our lips made contact. I wasn't even trying to fight it. I wanted this as much as she did as we shared our first proper kiss with each other.

She then sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around the chair and we continued to make out. It was clear how we felt about each other now. Eventually we stopped so that she could eat her lunch. Once she was done, she proceeded to untie all the ropes, except for the ones tying my wrists together.

We walked over to the couch and she put on a movie. But we weren't really watching the movie, we spent most of the time making out and just admiring each other. We didn't even talk much.

All of a sudden, Felicia's alarm went off.

"It's gym time, I'll be right back ok?"

"Sure," I responded.

She walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She re-emerged a few minutes later in her gym wear with her hair down. She was also carrying her gym bag. She dropped the gym bag and lead me into her room.

"You'll stay here while I'm gone, ok?"

I nodded in response. She walked over to her drawer and grabbed 2 white ankle socks, a white handkerchief and a couple of bandanas. She walked over to me and asked me to sit on the bed. She folded up the socks and stuffed them into my mouth, similar to how she did the night before. She folded the white handkerchief into a band and pulled it between my teeth before tying it at the back of my head.

"Do you want the white bandana or the yellow bandana?"

"Mmmph," I responded.

She chuckled and folded the yellow bandana into a triangle and wrapped it around my mouth and nose. I took in the smell of cotton that engulfed my nostrils.

She then took the white patterned bandana, pulled her hair back and tied it biker style around her head. I couldn't help but gaze at how absolutely gorgeous she looked.

"Here's something to keep you busy for the next hour. If you manage to get free, I'll let you tie me up for a change," she said and walked out of her room.

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This has been really enjoyable to read. Thank you for sharing! Looking forward to what happens next!
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I struggled against my bonds for the next hour or so. I eventually rolled off the bed and onto the floor in an attempt to get loose. I don't know why I bothered. I had known by now that the knots Felicia tied were almost always really tight and hard to get out of. I guess I just needed a way to spend the time while she was in the gym. Ironically, this was almost a workout for me. I was sweating quite profusely from struggling. If it was any consolation, I managed to get the bandana that covered most of my face down at least. Eventually, I just gave up.

My grunts and moans from struggling was thankfully drowned out by the loud music Dionne was playing from her room. I decided to use the rest of the time to think about what had happened over the past couple days. It had just dawned on me that my friendship with Felicia has evolved into pretty much a relationship. We still probably needed to have a proper conversation about it at some point. But I was quite excited thinking about our future and how I didn't need to hide that I was spending many nights at her place. I would still rather hide my activities with her from my friends though.

Soon after, I heard the room door open and I looked up from the floor. Felicia walked in and looked at me. She was sweaty but there was something about it that just made her glow. She smirked and said, "couldn't get free? I'm not surprised."

"Mmmmmmppphhhhh," I moaned in response. I couldn't stop staring at her, she looked absolutely stunning even though she had just finished exercising.

She helped me sit up on the floor. She positioned herself behind my back and sat down on the floor with me, wrapping her legs around my body. Before I could figure out what was going on, she had removed the white bandana from her hair and clamped it over my mouth and nose. The bandana was damp, clearly from her perspiration.

"Mmmmpphhhh," I struggled. It was similar to how someone on TV would clamp a rag soaked with chloroform on their victims. But there was no chloroform on her bandana, just her sweat.

"Don't struggle, just take it in," she said in a rather soft tone as she tightened her grip on me.

I struggled for a bit, but something about the her odour made me feel comfortable and eventually, realising how helpless she had me in her grip started to make me feel rather aroused.

"mmm," I moaned softly, as I started to accept her grip and the helplessness that came with the cloth that was clamped over my face. I heard Felicia giggle from behind me.

"How do I smell?," she asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned as if I was inhaling the aroma blueberry muffins, now clearly enjoying what she was doing.

She removed the bandana from my face. She then proceeded to remove the rest of my gag. She crawled over to me, and leaned in for a kiss, which I was more than happy to accept.

"You're quite sweaty as well," she remarked as she pulled away from my lips. "Wanna shower together?"

"Sure," I responded, trying not to seem like I was too excited by the prospect of sharing a shower with her.

"Great, cause we're going out with Dionne later to go get dinner and snacks."

Did Dionne have to come? I wanted to spend as much quality time with my new girlfriend as much as possible. Wait, was she my girlfriend? Had I just made an assumption from just a couple of events? I should check with her.

"Hey, ummmm, so what's going on with... us?," I asked as she untied my bonds.

"Hmmm? Isn't it obvious? I assumed that you felt the same way?," she asked with a rather concerned tone.

"Oh yeah, I just wanted to make sure," I responded.

"You overthink too much," she said in a mildly annoyed tone. She was definitely right though.

We snuck into the shower, which was easy over the music Dionne was blaring in her room. I'm pretty sure that was the first time Felicia and I had seen each other completely naked. It was definitely an experience. We made out a lot, there was a lot of fondling and to top it off, she performed oral sex on me in the shower. As we stepped out of the shower, I dried myself and put on my underwear. I was about to put on the t-shirt I brought, when Felicia called out.

"Hey, I've got a surprise for you. Just stay in your underwear for now," she said.

I didn't think much of it, so I stayed in my underwear. She wrapped her wet hair in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom in just her underwear with me in tow. She quickly knocked on Dionne's door. The loud music came to an abrupt stop as Dionne opened the door, to find us both standing there in just our underwear. Dionne was in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, with no make-up, but still looked like the star she was.

"Is it time?," she asked.

Felicia nodded in response. Dionne's eyes lit up and she closed her door. Almost immediately, she opened her door carrying her make-up bag. She looked extremely excited. She walked out and placed the bag on the dining table before running back into her room. She came back with a box that said 'props' and a green blouse.

"Hey, do you mind seeing if this fits on you?." Dionne asked as she presented the green blouse to my face.

The blouse was made of some silky material and had long sleeves. It seemed a bit big for Dionne, but would probably fit me. I didn't really think much about it. I put the blouse on and it fit me quite well actually. It came right up to the top of my waist. It also felt quite soft on my skin. What I had failed to notice was that Felicia had know walked up behind me with a coil of rope. She pulled my arms behind my back quite forcefully and starting wrapping the rope around my wrists.

"Hey, what's going on?," I asked.

"Relax," Dionne replied. "We're just making you look fabulous."

I had come to the realisation that they wanted to dress me up as a girl. I was about to say something in protest when Felicia snapped at me and said "don't fight it, just accept it" as she finished tying my wrists off. Her tone was firm and commanding. I decided it was better not to piss her off. The ropes, having been tied over the blouse felt rather comfortable as it was the satin that was coming into contact with my skin.

Dionne went into her room and grabbed a pair of women's tights and a black leather skirt. I allowed her to pull the tights on my legs. They fit quite well actually. She then helped get the skirt on me and zipped it up. She reached into the box that said 'props' and pulled out what I can only imagine were prosthetic breasts.

"Don't judge, I needed this for a role," Dionne said as she brandished the prosthetics in front of me. "Hold still and let me pack this in," she said as she stuffed the blouse with the prosthetics. Felicia then immediately started tying a rope across my chest, right above and below the prosthetics, to hold the breasts in place. It was embarrassing to say the least, but I had no real control over the situation. Once she finished with her tie, she told us that she was going to dry her hair and get ready.

She disappeared back into the bathroom as Dionne got ready with her make-up bag. "You're going to look absolutely gorgeous when I'm done with you," she said as she started unloading items from her bag. Foundation, eyeliner, fake eyelashes, eye shadow, blush: you name it, she used it to get me to look 'dolled up'. She was clearly an expert with it as she made quick work of each item. She then got two lipsticks from her bag.

"One's cherry and the other is a bit more on the pink side. Which do you prefer?"

I wanted to say neither, but I wasn't really in a position to run off or protest. I told her I'd prefer cherry. She told me to pucker my lips and started applying the lipstick on me. It was a bit uncomfortable and awkward to have my new girlfriend's housemate doll me up to look like a girl, but it was clearly both their idea to have me look like that while we went out and I assumed they kept me tied so that I wouldn't have a choice but to participate in their little game.

"Alright, we're almost done," Dionne said as she finished up with the lipstick and started packing everything back into her make-up bag. "Just one more thing and we'll be done," she said as she went back into her room. When she re-emerged, she was carrying a women's wig for brunettes and a hand mirror.

"Of course, I'm not going to let you rock my make-up with that boy's hair cut," she scoffed. She fitted a netted wig cap on my head and the placed the wig on my head. The wig had long, wavy black hair - the kind that Courteney Cox used to have in her younger days. Dionne then held up the mirror to my face and while I would never admit to either of them, I quite liked the way I looked. Dionne saw right through me.

"I can see you blushing. You clearly like this," she said with a smirk. "I'm going to go get ready now, you wait here," she said as she disappeared into her room with her make-up bag.

Eventually Felicia came back out of the bathroom, all dressed up with hair and make-up done. She was wearing a grey turtleneck and black skinny jeans, with a wool headband holding her hair back. She took a good look at me and flashed a cheeky smile. "I told you you'd make a really pretty damsel," she said. "I would kiss you, but I don't want to ruin your lipstick."

"So, are you going to untie me?," I asked.

"Not a chance, you're coming with us like this," she responded.

"People are going to notice if there's rope on my body," I retorted in an annoyed voice.

"Don't worry, we have a plan for that."

Short after, Dionne stepped out from her room, all dressed up and ready to go as well. She had on a black leather jacket, with a white blouse inside paired with tan skinny jeans. "Are we ready?" she asked. Felicia nodded and said "we just need to put a coat on our pretty princess here." Dionne fetched a skin-coloured coat that she expertly draped over my shoulders as Felicia buttoned it up from the front. Dionne then tied off the belt around my waist to hold the jacket In place. The coat came all the way below my waist. There was no view of my arms or chest at all.

"Perfect," Felicia said.

"Alright, I'll get my car keys and my coat," Dionne said as she stepped back into her room.

"Wait," Felicia called out and walked over to her. She then whispered something into Dionne ear and they both started giggling.

"I'm going to get my coat," Felicia told me as she walked into her room.

Dionne came back first, wearing her coat and carrying 2 silk scarves. Felicia followed soon after, with a long wool scarf and in her other hand was an ankle sock. I realised I was going to be gagged the whole duration of the trip outside. I was going to be bound and gagged and dressed like a girl in public. Thank god it was a holiday weekend and nobody was around to see this.

"You're going to ruin the scarf and the sock with my lipstick," I remarked, even though I was quite looking forward to being gagged.

"Don't worry, I'll use the cheap scarf," Dionne said.

Felicia walked up to me and balled the sock up. She raised her eyebrows and I immediately opened up as she stuffed the sock into my mouth.

"You're such an obedient boy," Dionne said as she handed Felicia one of the silk scarves.

Felicia tied a knot in the middle of the scarf and placed the knot under my lips before tying the scarf at the back of my head. Funnily enough, the wig softened the pressure that I would normally feel from Felicia's double knotted gags. My immediate thought was, 'ok, they can hide the bonds, but how are they going to hide the fact that I'm gagged?'

My question was answered when Dionne folded the other silk scarf into a triangle and draped it over the wig before tying a tight knot under my chin. I realised quickly that the headscarf made it even harder for me to adjust the gag in my mouth. Felicia then took the wool scarf and wrapped it around the lower half of my face, completely hiding the knotted scarf in my mouth. The choice of clothing made sense since it was rather cold outside, so nobody would question it.

"You're ready now," Felicia said as both of them admired their 'artwork'.

I was also fitted with dark brown women's winter boots to complete the look. The girls then put on their coats and shoes, got their bags, and lead me out the door...
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Wow!! wow wow!!! This is awesome. Love the way that Felicia use her sweat as a "torture". Hope there's more used socks gag. Maybe its time to use the Mr. as a footstool while being hogtied and gagged. What about being hogtied and forced to smell some feet. At least I know that Dionne will be glad to put her feet on his head but what happen if Felicia gets mad and had to punish Dionne or she will be a good friend and share some tortures? Hope to read more of this awesome story. Thanks!!
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Really enjoying the story. Looking forward to reading what happens next. Also love the sweaty sock gags. Hope there is more of those!!
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Part 5 - Apologies In advance, there's going to be a lack of bondage elements in this part, but I promise it's important to the story

There I was, dressed like a girl from head to toe. To top it off, my hands were bound and my mouth gagged so I couldn't even protest about my predicament. Felicia and Dionne helped lead me to the parking lot where Dionne's car was. They were thoroughly enjoying the fruits of their labour, making jokes at my expense and giggling anytime I flashed them an annoyed look or tried to say anything.

The parking lot was empty. There were like a few cars there, but there was no sign of human life anywhere. When we got to the car, Dionne hopped into the driver's seat and Felicia helped me get into the backseat. After thinking it over, she chose to sit with me in the backseat instead of leaving me alone at the back. "We don't want our captive to escape now, do we Dionne?," she said as she closed the door.

"No we do not," Dionne responded with a chuckle.

The car ride was slightly uncomfortable. I tried at one point to get a glimpse of what I looked like on the rear view mirror. The white wool scarf, while not tied over my nose, was wrapped in a way that covered everything from my nose down. All you could see of me were my eyes and a small portion of my forehead that wasn't covered by the wig or the headscarf. My eyes were totally unrecognisable. The addition of fake eyelashes, eye shadow and all the other makeup products around it made them look completely different, almost exactly like a girl's would.

Felicia snuggled up to me in the car. She said that I looked warm and wanted my body heat. I started getting aroused and this was evident from the bulge starting to form on the skirt. Felicia laughed at the sight of it. By now she was fully aware that I was a willing bondage slave of hers and also had feelings for her, so it was free reign for her to do whatever she wanted. We gazed into each other's eyes affectionately, getting lost in the moment.

"You know, I had to play a kidnap victim once in a police procedural," Dionne interrupted.

"Oh yeah, what was that like?," Felicia responded in a slightly annoyed tone.

"It was kinda cool. I was tied up in a couple scenes, getting gagged wasn't in the script though. How is being gagged?," she asked, clearly looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

"It's his favourite part of the whole experience," Felicia responded as she grinned at me,

"That's really cute. Boys are dumb, the less they talk, the better," Dionne remarked.

Felicia agreed with her. Meanwhile, I sat there, forced to spectate their conversation without being able to say anything in response that's not a grunt or a moan. As we reached the grocery store, Felicia looked at me seriously for a moment before giving me clear instructions. I was to be lead around by her the whole time, I was not supposed to make a single sound and I wasn't supposed to attract any attention. I nodded in response, clearly intimidated by her tone.

"Oh don't be so hard on him, he's super sweet for agreeing to this anyway," Dionne said as she finished parking the car.

"Well, I'm just taking precautions. If he's being a 'bad girl', he'll spend the rest of the journey in the trunk."

I shook my head to let Felicia know that I didn't want that and that I would be a 'good girl'. It was only then I realised how tightly Dionne had tight the headscarf. The scarf barely moved despite me shaking my head quite vigorously. I was lead by Felicia into the grocer's, as Dionne assumed the role of pushing the cart. We went from aisle to aisle to get what we wanted. I had to use a system of nodding and shaking my head to respond to their questions.

The store was empty apart from the 2 staff, who where having a conversation at the checkout, so we were in the clear. When we did go to the cashier, they continued their conversation while bagging our items and paid close to no attention to us apart from the initial greeting and payment. Felicia lead me back to the backseat of Dionne's car and they both unloaded the items of the cart into the trunk. Shopping was done, now it was time to go get food.

"Do you just want your usual?," Felicia asked as she snuggled up to me in the backseat.

I didn't really have the patience to think or the ability to communicate if I wanted something else, so I just nodded. Having been friends with Felicia for over a year now, she knew exactly what I ordered when I visited this restaurant. Dionne then called ahead so that the food would be ready when we got there.

We walked into the restaurant to pick up our food, we were told that we had to wait just a couple of minutes by the waiter. Couple of minutes didn't seem long, what was the worst that could happen?

"Hey!," someone called out. All 3 of us immediately went into a panic.

A guy, clearly another student, walked up to us. He was 5'11 and quite well built. He stopped and looked at Dionne, who clearly recognised him.

"Thought you were spending the weekend at Cruz's?," he asked.

"Oh yeah, that didn't happen," she responded, not pleased to hear the name of the guy she had been fighting with.

The stranger, wanting to change the subject, quickly turned to us and said "oh how rude of me, I'm Jax."

Before Felicia could respond, Dionne interrupted. "This is my housemate Felicia and our friend.... Amanda."

"I've never seen you around campus before," Jax said, looking at me.

"That's cause you only pay attention to the cheerleaders," Dionne snapped back.

In a timely rescue, our food arrived; Dionne grabbed it, said a hasty goodbye to Jax, who I learned was on the football team, and we rushed back frantically to the car before there was time for any more questions.

"That was a close one," Dionne said as she started the car.

"mmph," I responded.

The drive back to their apartment was rather quiet as we were still processing almost being discovered. As we finally got back inside the door of the apartment, I felt a sense of relief. I was in my safe place now. The place where I can be tied up and feel secure about it as I was around the person I trusted the most with my body.

"It was freezing out there, turn on the heater," Dionne exclaimed.

It was then I realised I wasn't cold the entire time at all. The headscarf kept my ears warm, the wool scarf kept my face warm and my clothing kept my body warm. After the girls unloaded the grocery, they started undressing me. They removed the coat, the boots, the skirt headscarf, the wig. All the way till I was left in the satin shirt and my underwear. Of course, I was still tied and gagged.

Felicia undid the rope around my chest and Dionne reclaimed her prosthetic breasts. As Felicia was about to untie my arms, Dionne walked up in front of me and gave me a hug.

"Thanks for playing along with us, it was really fun," she said.

"mmph," I responded in seeming agreement.

As soon as Felicia undid my hands, she moved her hands up to untie the knotted scarf in my mouth as I undid the buttons on the satin shirt.

"Now put some clothes on and we can eat," Felicia said.

I quickly got changed and returned to the table where we had our meal. We had some great conversation over the course of the meal, making it an actually fun time.

"I'm sorry for barging in unannounced," Dionne said to us as we were washing up. "And thanks for hanging out with me tonight even though it was supposed to be your weekend together."

"It's alright," I said. "Thanks for not acting like we're freaks."

"Oh, please. There are way weirder fetishes out there. Wait till you find out what's mine," Dionne responded, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"Alright, I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone now, have fun!," she yelled out as she returned to her room and closed the door. Not long after, loud music started emanating from the room.

It was just Felicia and I know, our first night as official lovers. I was nervous for what we were going to do. I started walking over to the couch.

"So what's the plan for t-mmph" I was cut off by my wrists being gripped behind my back and a small but firm hand clamped over my mouth.

"I've got something extra special planned for you tonight..." Felicia said, in a seductive tone.
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Loving this story, can't wait to see what happens next!
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A fantastic discovery. Thanks for this story :)
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Part 6 - Finale

Felicia's grip on my wrists and mouth was firm. I could have struggled free but I didn't want to. She had never been this forceful with me previously, probably because she had been afraid of hurting me or taking things too far too soon. But now that she and I had established our feelings along with my having had quite a few sessions now, she wasn't afraid to be more dominant. I was also enjoying this new, even more dominant side to her. There was something about her taking charge that made it so thrilling.

"If you struggle or make a sound, I'm gonna make it a lot harder on you," she threatened in a soft voice that still had hints of seductiveness.

She forcefully lead me into her room before saying "I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth now, you better not scream. You understand?"

"Mmmm," I nodded. I was loving this roleplay of her being a 'bad guy' and me being the 'damsel in distress'.

She unclamped her hand from my mouth, something I didn't really enjoy. She kept a hold of my hands and I heard the door to her room close behind me. We were in our safe space now to do whatever we wanted - or in this case, whatever she wanted. I was just happy to be there for the ride. She lead me to the bed and pushed me down. Of course I gave her a bit of assistance with lying on the bed face down. Very soon I felt rope going around my wrists. I could barely hold in my excitement for what she had planned. I tried to turn my head to look at her but was cut off.

"You better keep your head down, trust me," she said menacingly as she continued tying my wrists.

I felt her complete the tie and almost immediately after I felt my ankles getting tied. I would say the ropes were tighter than ever before, but that might have just been my imagination. I could feel the rope coil round and round before I heard them getting secured. I soon felt rope coiling around my elbows, and then before I knew it, around my thighs. She was not taking any chances, she wanted me secured completely. All the time, I stayed face down on her bed, almost motionless, just letting the feeling sink in. I was having my first roleplay with my new girlfriend and it felt amazing.

"Good boy. Now you stay like that and I'll be right back," she said. I dared not move. I didn't know what this 'bad guy' had in store for me if I didn't comply with her orders. The rope was doing its trick in making me feel snug but I couldn't help feel that the experience was just starting. I continued staring at her bed as I heard all kinds of noises and rummaging around me. I knew she was going to gag me, and I couldn't help getting excited over what the gag was going to be like this time. I did have this feeling of dread about maybe having her stockings around my head, I didn't really enjoy that.

Soon after, I heard her walk over to me. She commanded me to turn over and try to sit up on the bed. She had to help drag my legs over the bed for me to be able to sit up. As I sat up, I took in her change of appearance. She was clad in a black leather crop top and black leather pants. She had her hair pulled back and tied biker style with a matching black patterned bandana. She looked absolutely ravishing, like a true dominatrix - my dominatrix.

"Now, sweetie. You've been a good little boy so far. If you continue to co-operate, maybe we can both have a good time," she said to me, reminiscent of a fictional villainess who would flirt with her victims, like Black Cat from Marvel. I nodded.

"I want to hear you say it, while you can still speak of course. Say you'll be a good boy," she commanded.

"I'll be a good boy," I said meekly, playing along. The added sense of danger increased the fulfillment I was facing from being tied. Her comment about being able to speak for just now further stroked my excitement. I knew the main course was still coming.

"Now, you let Felicia take care of you. Just open your mouth and say 'aaaaaahh'." she said as she held out a knee length black sock.

"Aaaaahhhh," I obeyed, even sticking my tongue out to show my enjoyment. She slowly pushed the sock into my mouth.

"This is a big one, you're going to have to help me out," she said as she slowly pushed as much of the sock in as possible. The sock was not just long, but thick as well. My cheeks started bulging at just half the sock going in. But she was patient and tried to find as much space as possible in my mouth for the sock to be fully pushed in. My mouth was soon completely filled and I couldn't see or feel any part of the sock protruding from my mouth. It was all in there and my mouth was as full as it could ever be. The sock tasted clean, which was slightly disappointing.

She then grabbed a white silk scarf that was placed beside me on the bed and tied a knot in the middle. She positioned herself behind me and placed the knot under my teeth, further pushing the sock in and almost triggering my gag reflex. She then tied a tight double knot at the back of my head.

"There you are, nice and quiet. Go on, scream for help," Felicia remarked.

"MMMMPPPPPHHHHHH," I yelled as hard as I could manage, but there was almost no audible sound. It didn't help that there was still music blaring from Dionne's room. Felicia chuckled at my attempt to scream. She walked over and took a seat on the chair on her work desk in her room. She looked at me all bound and gagged on her bed and smiled like a villainess would.

"Go on, struggle for ol' Felicia would ya," she asked. The accent she was using only made it sound more sexy.

I started struggling against my bonds and gag. I grunted a lot and rolled around the bed quite a bit. I knew she wasn't expecting me to escape. As I was struggling, she undid her pants and inserted her hand into her panties. She was getting aroused by the sight of me struggling. She continued pleasing herself. Her facial expressions changed as her arousal increased. Wanting her to achieve her goal, I struggled even harder. The grunts became louder and more frequent. Eventually she reached her climax.

When she came back down to Earth, she walked over to me. She helped me sit up on the bed once again and looked at me. All she had on were the crop top and her underwear, a pair of pink cotton panties that were now visibly wet.

"Thanks for being such a good captive. I've got a present for you," she said, the menace in her voice now gone and replaced purely by tones of seduction.

She untied the scarf from my mouth and pulled out the sock with quite a lot of effort. I adjusted my jaw even though the sock was only in there for a short while. As I was doing so, Felicia removed her panties. Before I could manage another thought she had wrapped the panties around my head. My eyes being placed where the leg holes where the area where her crotch would be were firmly against my nose and mouth. They weren't just wet, but I could smell the fluid.

"Like my smell?", she asked.

"mmhmmm," I responded, not wanting to open my mouth too much.

"Good," she said in a pleased tone as she removed the panties from my head.

"Because now you're going to taste them," she said as she balled them up, making sure that the wet parts faced the outside.

"Open up," she commanded as she held her wet underwear to my face. I hesitated at first but she glared at me in a menacing fashion again and I immediately opened my mouth. They weren't large panties, but they filled a good portion of my mouth. I immediately tasted her fluids and surprisingly, they weren't worse than the dirty socks. She then grabbed a roll of medical tape that was on her table.

"Close your mouth," she said as she ripped out a strip of the tape. She smoothed the tape over my mouth. It was a pretty wide roll of tape as it covered from just below the bottom of my nose to just above the bottom of my chin. This was the first time she'd used tape as part of my gag.

"Always important to have medical supplies on you," she remarked in a playful tone before pushing me to the bed.

"mmph," I grunted as I fell back first on the bed. I looked up to see her unzipping her crop top. Soon she was on the bed beside me, completely naked apart from the bandana in her hair. Just for some context, Felicia loved collecting and wearing bandanas. She would always say it helped when she was too lazy to work on her hair or was having a bad hair day. She'd style them in different ways to keep it fresh and would always use one when working out.

She crawled on top of me and placed her breasts on top of my face. She flung them around my face and I felt them hitting me softly. The roleplay, the bonds and the wet panties in my mouth had made me extremely aroused by this point and it just increased as she pressed her breasts against my face. I grunted quite a bit, much to her pleasure. She kissed me around the imprint of my lips on the medical tape and sat back up.

"Pull your knees up," she said. As soon as I did, she started untying the rope around my thighs. Was she untying me already? She discarded the rope and immediately started pulling my sweatpants and underwear down. My member was rock hard and pointed straight up to the ceiling. She began performing oral sex on me, sometimes pulling away to user her hands. I moaned along with her mouth and hand movements and it didn't take long before I shot my load into her mouth.

Just like she did when we were in the shower, she swallowed the substance. She than sat me up again and started undoing the knots around my ankles. She then pulled off the tape and removed the panties from my mouth. She pulled me in by my t-shirt for a long and passionate kiss before sitting up on the frame of the bed with her legs wide open. She motioned for me to fellate her. I crawled across the bed, now with full movement on my legs and positioned my head above her crotch and started pleasing her with my tongue.

As she was about to climax, she forcefully pulled me back up to her by my shirt and we kissed again. She then asked me to turn around and started undoing the bonds on my arms. When she was done, she still had one piece of rope in her hands.

"Take off your clothes," she said.

"All of it?"

"What do you think," she said, clearly annoyed by that question. It was stupid, to be fair to her.

I removed my clothes and stood there naked. She climbed off the bed, still holding one of the ropes.

"Wrists together in front of you," she commanded and I obeyed again without any question.

For the first time, she tied my wrists together in front of me.

"I'm doing this cause it makes things easier," she remarked.

When she finished, she asked me to sit on the bed and wait. She walked over to her drawer and returned with 2 items: a white ankle sock and a large white handkerchief.

"Remember our first 'activity'?", she asked.

Just like the first time she tied me up, she balled up the white ankle sock and stuffed it into my mouth. She then removed the bandana from her hair and folded it into a band. She placed the band between my teeth and pulled it back and tied it at the back of my head to hold the sock in. She then folded the large handkerchief in half and wrapped the triangular cloth around my mouth and nose before tying it off at the back of my head. The now familiar smell of cotton engulfed my nostrils, much to my enthralment.

She then pushed me back on the bed and walked over to her table and grabbed what I immediately recognised as a man's condom. She climbed back on the bed and wrapped the condom over my shaft before crawling on top of me.

"You're mine now, and only mine.", she said in a tone similar to the one she was using during the roleplay as she positioned her privates onto mine. She rode me at least a couple of times that night. At one point, when she felt she was getting too loud, she grabbed her discarded panties and stuffed them in her mouth to keep the noise level down. Eventually, we laid beside each other, quite exhausted. She undid my gag as we made out for a while before she shoved the sock in again and tied the white handkerchief as a cleave gag. She then retied the black bandana in her hair.

"Don't want to wake up with bed hair," she said as she crawled back beside me.

"Did you have fun tonight?", she asked as her face was almost pressed against mine.

"Mmmpphh," I nodded in response. I was definitely more than pleased with the night that I almost forgot that I spent a good portion of the day with stockings on my head and dressed up like a girl.

"Good, cause this Is just the beginning," she said as she ran her finger down my face. She kissed me goodnight over the cleave gag and embraced me.

I was exhilarated so I had a bit of trouble falling asleep. Eventually, my exhaustion got to me and I fell asleep fondly remembering the day we established our relationship. A day that had been almost 2 years in the making.

When the weekend was over, we went public with our relationship. Our friends weren't really surprised as we were already spending a lot of time together prior. I spent most nights at her place as we ramped up the frequency of our bondage games, now more sexual in nature. Dionne got so used to me being tied up that she'd actually be surprised whenever she saw me untied in the apartment.

A few moths later, Dionne moved out as she had gotten her 'big break' and relocated to another city. Seizing the opportunity, I moved in to help Felicia manage the rent and take a step up in our relationship. Now, with the freedom of our home, we had our activities all over the home. The intensity ramped up as well, as Felicia even tied me hanging from the ceiling a few times. She did let me tie her up a couple of times, but it just wasn't as fun for me compared to being in her control. She did look gorgeous trussed up with an OTN gag though.

Our relationship was going strong till graduation loomed. We both had to move back to our respective home towns. Instead of brooding over it, we enjoyed what time we had left and said our goodbyes. We kept in touch for a while, going so far as her visiting me about a year after, where we resumed our activities. But as our lives got busier, our communications decreased as well and we both eventually moved on.

It's been a few years, and I have tried bondage activities with the women in my life that came after her. But it wasn't the same as it was with Felicia. No matter what happens, at least I'll always have the memories of being her bondage slave.

Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed the story. While I haven't had time to respond to all your messages, I appreciate them all.
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Awesome story. Must have been a phenomenal period of your life. Thanks for sharing it
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What a fantastic story this is. Loved it!
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Great story!
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Good story, thanks for posting, but not really an 'adult' story.
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great work, fun to read
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Lost_the_keys wrote: 3 years ago Good story, thanks for posting, but not really an 'adult' story.
Thank you. I put it here in this section cause it does contain some mature themes. I decided to take the conservative route of putting it in the adult section.
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jone123 wrote: 3 years ago great work, fun to read
Thank you for your kind words.
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Great story, good writing. Thank you.
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