Happy Birthday!! by Sketchy, (F/M)
Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2019 10:01 pm
I dug this up from the old site and did not see it posted anywhere on here. Feel free to delete it if I happened to miss it.
Totally, completely helpless. I wriggled, strained and bounced against my bonds, but it was futile.
Damn, she did a good job, I thought.
I was bound at all the usual areas, and a few unorthodox ones with several packs of white clothesline. Cheap, but effective in skilled hands. I leaned back into the pillows I had been propped against, panting heavily through my nose. I normally wouldn't have been so taxed, but with my mouth taped shut... you know how it goes. As the sweat on my skin dried, I shivered. My captor had redressed me before my restraint, and they had done so skimpily. I considered trying to escape again, only because I thought the movement would warm me up and because, well, what else are you supposed to do when you're tied up alone? But after I wiggled off the bed, what next? I wouldn't be able to hop far without falling, and anything sharp wouldn't be within reach. I settled back and closed my eyes. I could fall asleep comfortably like this; sitting, but propped against pillows, easy to forget I was--
I heard the door close from downstairs. She was back.
My heart started to race. I heard her footsteps and followed them up the stairs, approximating her location, the footsteps getting louder and louder.
The door opened. Sarah walked towards her closet at the foot of the bed to hang up her jacket, and turned to look at me.
Her brown eyes went wide with shock.
"Oh my God! T___? Who did this to you?"
.........
Here's how we got there:
Sarah's birthday was coming up. For a month ahead of time, I agonized over what to get her. The things I knew she liked, I already had given her. I agonized for weeks before getting a crazy, genius, idea. But for the idea, I needed help.
I went to Sarah's one day when I knew she wouldn't be home. I knocked on the door, and another girl answered.
"Hey T___! What's up? Sarah's not here right now, but she'll be back in a few hours."
"I know, Amy, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
Amy gestured for me to come in. Amy was Sarah's older sister by several years, in her mid or late twenties. She looked a little like her, but had much longer, brown hair. She also knew about our bondage games, and joined in once, showing both Sarah and I her impressive skill.
"So what's up?" she asked.
"I need a favor. A big one."
"How big?"
"You doing more or less all the work big."
She raised an 'are-you-serious' eyebrow, but said; "Go on," curiosity coloring her tone.
"Well, I was trying to think of a gift for Sarah's birthday, and I was drawing a lot of blanks. Then, I got an idea:"
She gave me the 'go-on' look. I steeled myself for courage, knowing she could shoot me down. Or hijack my idea in a way I wouldn't like.
"I could give her myself, all dolled-up, bound and gagged for a weekend! It would be perfect! I need your help though, because of the initial tie-up obviously, and to figure out when to do it, and to help obtain some of my--'wrappings' so to speak."
There was a brief silence.
"So, um...What do you think?" I awkwardly asked.
She continued to stare at me for a second, appraising me. Then a wide smile slowly spread across her face.
"T___, how can I not help you? This is gold! Obviously, this will need to be kept secret to protect the surprise, and we'll need to do a lot of planning, but I'm in! All the way!"
Awesome!
...
Over the next few weeks, we met a few times to plan out Sarah's present. First, we found the best window of time. Sarah's parents just happened to be going away for the weekend of Sarah's birthday, so date; set. Another time, we met so I could try on a few old pairs of Amy's underwear in order to size me. We decided on what I would wear and how I would be bound ("That's my choice!" said Amy. "Since I'm doing you a favor, I get to decide that!"). Finally, we worked out the finishing touches, and it was time.
...
I arrived at Amy's house, at 6:00 PM. Sarah would be back at 9:00 An impatient Amy beckoned me in.
"Come on! We have a lot to do in order to prep you!" She handed me a Victoria's Secret bag. "Go to the bathroom and get ready!"
I closed the door and stripped. I took a razor and shaved all of my body hair, from my facial hair, all the way down to the bottom of my legs. After that, I tucked my private bits back and taped them into place; reinforcing that with a flesh colored pair of spandex underwear. With everything tucked out of the way, I slid on a pair of lacy, red bikini-style panties and walked out.
Amy gave me a look. "You're not finished."
"I know," I replied. I crossed my arms feeling very self-conscious. It was one thing when Sarah did this, but in front of her sister, I felt a bit uncomfortable. "I need you to help me with the rest, so I don't rip anything." Not too uncomfortable, though.
"Okay. Go up to her room, I'll be right there." I walked halfway up the steps and turned to see her with my clothes. "I'm just going to hide these in case you get cold feet. Burning the bridge behind you, so to speak." I turned back up the stairs and swallowed hard.
...
When Amy came back upstairs and finished, I looked in Sarah's full length-mirror. It took a moment to recognize myself.
The panties had been joined by a matching red, lacy bra and red stockings that were slightly see-through and had lace tops. A garter belt connected to the tops of the stockings at mid-thigh; slightly below the crotch of the panties. After Amy had helped with the other three lingerie pieces, she stuffed my bra with fake breasts, the sort for mastectomy patients and stuffed the seat of my spandex base layer with some sort of padding form; giving me a feminine butt. As a finishing touch, she strapped a pair of black high-heels on my feet and stretched black satin, elbow-length gloves up my arms.
"Wow. You've definitely...exceed expectations. Perhaps a bit too much."
"Why? Because I made you look like a butch stripper?" She playfully cupped my butt and I jumped. "Sorry! You've got a sweet ass!" She pointed towards Sarah's bed.
"Come on! Time to finish you up!"
I stood beside the bed, wrists behind my back. Amy quickly went to work with a length of clothesline, wrapping my wrists several times, before cinching between
them an equal amount. She moved quickly and efficiently, wrapping and cinching my elbows, above and below my prosthetic breasts and around my waist, securing my wrists to my body. She lay me on the bed and gave my ankles the same treatment as my wrists, then moved up my legs, securing me above and below the knees, and at my thighs. She then pulled my legs up by the ankles and gave my butt a quick slap.
"Hey!"
"Sorry! I had to do the Irving Klaw!"
She let my ankles fall to the bed and got up. I tested my ropes and found them secure. Again, exceeded expectations a bit too much perhaps. Amy came back with a roll of duct tape. As she sat on the bed, she stretched out a strip from the roll, tore it off, and smoothed it over my lips in one fluid motion; doing it so quickly my only protest came out as an "Mmm!" by the time her fingers smoothed the edges of the strip.
I looked up at her and squeaked a 'Hmm?' through the tape. I had known I was going to be gagged, I had just thought it would be later, and more secure.
"What? Oh!" Amy replied, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "I don't want to leave you alone with something stuffed in your mouth, even if you two do it alot. Besides, you know she'll really want to put the works on you herself." I nodded in agreement.
She dragged me into a sitting position, supported by a pile of pillows at the headboard of Sarah's bed an placed two envelopes on my lap; one labeled "reAD fiRSt!", the other; "rEaD SeConD!". It was 8:00 PM.
"Okay, I know I said I'd stay longer, but I need to take off. You can use the extra time to figure out what sexy pose you want to be in when she sees you."
She kissed my cheek; a quick peck. "My sister is lucky to have a boyfriend as crazy as you."
She flicked off the light and shut the door. A minute later, I heard her car pull out. I sat still for a while, but eventually got bored and tried to escape again.
Which leads us back to the beginning.
...
Sarah looked around, afraid that someone was lying in wait for her. She walked around to the side of the bed and went to take the tape off when I grunted and nodded towards my lap. She gave me a wary look, and I nodded to go ahead.
She sat next to me and opened the first envelope; her birthday card:
"For the girl who has everything", she read aloud. "I give not so much a gift, as a reminder of something she already has: Her boyfriend's undying devotion. Love, T____(A slave 4 u)."
"Oh, T___!" She smiled at me, and I nodded at the other envelope. Inside was a handwritten set of instructions.
"Congratulations," she read. "You have just received a brand new BAGBF: Bound and Gagged Boyfriend; Model CC92, the Crossdressed Captive model." She stopped to laugh and playfully punched me. "This is the corniest thing I have ever read." But she read on anyway:
"There are three simple rules for operation of this unit. So long as these are adhered to, you should have no problems with your BAGBF andbe able to enjoy him to the fullest.
"Rule One: He must be kept tied up at all times. Men often have wanderlust. To ensure your unit does not disappear on some pointless, meandering journey, he must be bound at all times, save for when he is being fed or performing bodily functions, when remaining bound would cause severe injury or death of your BAGBF, or when his bonds are being readjusted to suit the owners preferences or provide 'greater accessibility' to certain regions of his body."
She looked at me. "You certainly have different ideas than I do about how to take advantage of this opportunity." She smirked and continued.
"Rule Two: He must be gagged at all times. Men like to complain about how much girls talk, but do an awful lot of arrogant, loud bragging themselves. Which is why we did you a favor by pre-gagging each unit as it leaves the factory. Isn't that silence, save for the muted grunts nice? As with Rule One, your BAGBF must remained silenced,
save for when he is being fed or performing bodily functions, when remaining gagged would cause severe injury or death of your BAGBF, or when his gag is being readjusted to suit the owners preferences or provide 'greater accessibility' to certain regions of his body.
"Rule Three: Sadly all things must come to an end, even your boyfriend's captivity. Each unit is assigned a release date upon which he must be released. Failure to do so can result in penalization by the company, termination of boyfriend's employment and friends and family of the boyfriend asking uncomfortable questions.
"That's all! Outside of the three main rules, you are allowed to do anything to your BAGBF. Anything. You can put him through rigorous torture, make him a sex puppet, or simply stick him in a box in a closet for the duration of his captivity. We hope you enjoy your BAGBF. If you have any questions, tough! Rule Two, remember?"
She laughed at the last bit long and hard, rolling on her side. Then, she set me so I was lying on my back and bound wrists, climbed on top of me and kissed me through the tape, pulled it off and kissed me for real.
"Thank you for the wonderful birthday gift! How long do I have you for?"
"Late Sunday afternoon. Since it's Friday night, you have some time."
"Great! I wanna get down to business then! You're not going to struggle?"
"Only if you ask me to."
She grinned. She grabbed the roll of duct tape and set it next to my head. From deep in the pile of pillows, she pulled a pair of pink cotton panties with lace trim on the waist and leg bands.
"You just happen to have a pair of panties stashed for moments like these?"
"No, they're my PJ panties for when its too hot for regular PJs. Also, you know how guys have a sock for when they beat off?"
A sly smile spread across her face. A pit of disgust and arousal rose in my stomach.
"You promised you wouldn't struggle."
"I did."
I opened my mouth, obediently. Sarah slowly stuffed my mouth with the panties, filling every crevice and immobilizing my tongue like a kinky tongue depressor. She continued until my mouth had no free space. A small section of the waistband poked out of my mouth. One strip of tape held that in; the base coat. A few were applied to the bottom of my jaw and sides of my face, like a sling; ensuring that I bit down on my packing, further muffling and garbling me. Sarah then sat me up. With one arm, she held me close to her, while she wrapped tape around my head with the other. She lay me back down and I rolled over, unable to
make more than heavily muffled squeaks and moans. With the tape holding the packing in stretching from jaw to nose and around my head, I wasn't surprised.
Sarah dug a ping-pong paddle from under the bed and struck my butt with it.
"GRRMMPPHH!" Loudest yet, but still quieter than a conversational tone of voice.
"Glad to hear... almost nothing. I love the present, but I don't really want to play tonight, so I'll just keep you in storage."
She set me on the ground next to her closet, put my knees to my chest, and wrapped more rope around my back and shins. She flipped me on my side and tied a VERY short rope from my wrists to my ankles. She sat me rightside up and stuck me in the closet. I teetered a bit, then became steady, mpphhing a little.
I looked up at Sarah standing over me. She bent down and kissed where my lips should be.
"Enjoy your night in storage. We'll have plenty of fun tomorrow."
She closed the door. Shortly after the light in her room went off, I fell asleep.
Totally, completely helpless. I wriggled, strained and bounced against my bonds, but it was futile.
Damn, she did a good job, I thought.
I was bound at all the usual areas, and a few unorthodox ones with several packs of white clothesline. Cheap, but effective in skilled hands. I leaned back into the pillows I had been propped against, panting heavily through my nose. I normally wouldn't have been so taxed, but with my mouth taped shut... you know how it goes. As the sweat on my skin dried, I shivered. My captor had redressed me before my restraint, and they had done so skimpily. I considered trying to escape again, only because I thought the movement would warm me up and because, well, what else are you supposed to do when you're tied up alone? But after I wiggled off the bed, what next? I wouldn't be able to hop far without falling, and anything sharp wouldn't be within reach. I settled back and closed my eyes. I could fall asleep comfortably like this; sitting, but propped against pillows, easy to forget I was--
I heard the door close from downstairs. She was back.
My heart started to race. I heard her footsteps and followed them up the stairs, approximating her location, the footsteps getting louder and louder.
The door opened. Sarah walked towards her closet at the foot of the bed to hang up her jacket, and turned to look at me.
Her brown eyes went wide with shock.
"Oh my God! T___? Who did this to you?"
.........
Here's how we got there:
Sarah's birthday was coming up. For a month ahead of time, I agonized over what to get her. The things I knew she liked, I already had given her. I agonized for weeks before getting a crazy, genius, idea. But for the idea, I needed help.
I went to Sarah's one day when I knew she wouldn't be home. I knocked on the door, and another girl answered.
"Hey T___! What's up? Sarah's not here right now, but she'll be back in a few hours."
"I know, Amy, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
Amy gestured for me to come in. Amy was Sarah's older sister by several years, in her mid or late twenties. She looked a little like her, but had much longer, brown hair. She also knew about our bondage games, and joined in once, showing both Sarah and I her impressive skill.
"So what's up?" she asked.
"I need a favor. A big one."
"How big?"
"You doing more or less all the work big."
She raised an 'are-you-serious' eyebrow, but said; "Go on," curiosity coloring her tone.
"Well, I was trying to think of a gift for Sarah's birthday, and I was drawing a lot of blanks. Then, I got an idea:"
She gave me the 'go-on' look. I steeled myself for courage, knowing she could shoot me down. Or hijack my idea in a way I wouldn't like.
"I could give her myself, all dolled-up, bound and gagged for a weekend! It would be perfect! I need your help though, because of the initial tie-up obviously, and to figure out when to do it, and to help obtain some of my--'wrappings' so to speak."
There was a brief silence.
"So, um...What do you think?" I awkwardly asked.
She continued to stare at me for a second, appraising me. Then a wide smile slowly spread across her face.
"T___, how can I not help you? This is gold! Obviously, this will need to be kept secret to protect the surprise, and we'll need to do a lot of planning, but I'm in! All the way!"
Awesome!
...
Over the next few weeks, we met a few times to plan out Sarah's present. First, we found the best window of time. Sarah's parents just happened to be going away for the weekend of Sarah's birthday, so date; set. Another time, we met so I could try on a few old pairs of Amy's underwear in order to size me. We decided on what I would wear and how I would be bound ("That's my choice!" said Amy. "Since I'm doing you a favor, I get to decide that!"). Finally, we worked out the finishing touches, and it was time.
...
I arrived at Amy's house, at 6:00 PM. Sarah would be back at 9:00 An impatient Amy beckoned me in.
"Come on! We have a lot to do in order to prep you!" She handed me a Victoria's Secret bag. "Go to the bathroom and get ready!"
I closed the door and stripped. I took a razor and shaved all of my body hair, from my facial hair, all the way down to the bottom of my legs. After that, I tucked my private bits back and taped them into place; reinforcing that with a flesh colored pair of spandex underwear. With everything tucked out of the way, I slid on a pair of lacy, red bikini-style panties and walked out.
Amy gave me a look. "You're not finished."
"I know," I replied. I crossed my arms feeling very self-conscious. It was one thing when Sarah did this, but in front of her sister, I felt a bit uncomfortable. "I need you to help me with the rest, so I don't rip anything." Not too uncomfortable, though.
"Okay. Go up to her room, I'll be right there." I walked halfway up the steps and turned to see her with my clothes. "I'm just going to hide these in case you get cold feet. Burning the bridge behind you, so to speak." I turned back up the stairs and swallowed hard.
...
When Amy came back upstairs and finished, I looked in Sarah's full length-mirror. It took a moment to recognize myself.
The panties had been joined by a matching red, lacy bra and red stockings that were slightly see-through and had lace tops. A garter belt connected to the tops of the stockings at mid-thigh; slightly below the crotch of the panties. After Amy had helped with the other three lingerie pieces, she stuffed my bra with fake breasts, the sort for mastectomy patients and stuffed the seat of my spandex base layer with some sort of padding form; giving me a feminine butt. As a finishing touch, she strapped a pair of black high-heels on my feet and stretched black satin, elbow-length gloves up my arms.
"Wow. You've definitely...exceed expectations. Perhaps a bit too much."
"Why? Because I made you look like a butch stripper?" She playfully cupped my butt and I jumped. "Sorry! You've got a sweet ass!" She pointed towards Sarah's bed.
"Come on! Time to finish you up!"
I stood beside the bed, wrists behind my back. Amy quickly went to work with a length of clothesline, wrapping my wrists several times, before cinching between
them an equal amount. She moved quickly and efficiently, wrapping and cinching my elbows, above and below my prosthetic breasts and around my waist, securing my wrists to my body. She lay me on the bed and gave my ankles the same treatment as my wrists, then moved up my legs, securing me above and below the knees, and at my thighs. She then pulled my legs up by the ankles and gave my butt a quick slap.
"Hey!"
"Sorry! I had to do the Irving Klaw!"
She let my ankles fall to the bed and got up. I tested my ropes and found them secure. Again, exceeded expectations a bit too much perhaps. Amy came back with a roll of duct tape. As she sat on the bed, she stretched out a strip from the roll, tore it off, and smoothed it over my lips in one fluid motion; doing it so quickly my only protest came out as an "Mmm!" by the time her fingers smoothed the edges of the strip.
I looked up at her and squeaked a 'Hmm?' through the tape. I had known I was going to be gagged, I had just thought it would be later, and more secure.
"What? Oh!" Amy replied, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "I don't want to leave you alone with something stuffed in your mouth, even if you two do it alot. Besides, you know she'll really want to put the works on you herself." I nodded in agreement.
She dragged me into a sitting position, supported by a pile of pillows at the headboard of Sarah's bed an placed two envelopes on my lap; one labeled "reAD fiRSt!", the other; "rEaD SeConD!". It was 8:00 PM.
"Okay, I know I said I'd stay longer, but I need to take off. You can use the extra time to figure out what sexy pose you want to be in when she sees you."
She kissed my cheek; a quick peck. "My sister is lucky to have a boyfriend as crazy as you."
She flicked off the light and shut the door. A minute later, I heard her car pull out. I sat still for a while, but eventually got bored and tried to escape again.
Which leads us back to the beginning.
...
Sarah looked around, afraid that someone was lying in wait for her. She walked around to the side of the bed and went to take the tape off when I grunted and nodded towards my lap. She gave me a wary look, and I nodded to go ahead.
She sat next to me and opened the first envelope; her birthday card:
"For the girl who has everything", she read aloud. "I give not so much a gift, as a reminder of something she already has: Her boyfriend's undying devotion. Love, T____(A slave 4 u)."
"Oh, T___!" She smiled at me, and I nodded at the other envelope. Inside was a handwritten set of instructions.
"Congratulations," she read. "You have just received a brand new BAGBF: Bound and Gagged Boyfriend; Model CC92, the Crossdressed Captive model." She stopped to laugh and playfully punched me. "This is the corniest thing I have ever read." But she read on anyway:
"There are three simple rules for operation of this unit. So long as these are adhered to, you should have no problems with your BAGBF andbe able to enjoy him to the fullest.
"Rule One: He must be kept tied up at all times. Men often have wanderlust. To ensure your unit does not disappear on some pointless, meandering journey, he must be bound at all times, save for when he is being fed or performing bodily functions, when remaining bound would cause severe injury or death of your BAGBF, or when his bonds are being readjusted to suit the owners preferences or provide 'greater accessibility' to certain regions of his body."
She looked at me. "You certainly have different ideas than I do about how to take advantage of this opportunity." She smirked and continued.
"Rule Two: He must be gagged at all times. Men like to complain about how much girls talk, but do an awful lot of arrogant, loud bragging themselves. Which is why we did you a favor by pre-gagging each unit as it leaves the factory. Isn't that silence, save for the muted grunts nice? As with Rule One, your BAGBF must remained silenced,
save for when he is being fed or performing bodily functions, when remaining gagged would cause severe injury or death of your BAGBF, or when his gag is being readjusted to suit the owners preferences or provide 'greater accessibility' to certain regions of his body.
"Rule Three: Sadly all things must come to an end, even your boyfriend's captivity. Each unit is assigned a release date upon which he must be released. Failure to do so can result in penalization by the company, termination of boyfriend's employment and friends and family of the boyfriend asking uncomfortable questions.
"That's all! Outside of the three main rules, you are allowed to do anything to your BAGBF. Anything. You can put him through rigorous torture, make him a sex puppet, or simply stick him in a box in a closet for the duration of his captivity. We hope you enjoy your BAGBF. If you have any questions, tough! Rule Two, remember?"
She laughed at the last bit long and hard, rolling on her side. Then, she set me so I was lying on my back and bound wrists, climbed on top of me and kissed me through the tape, pulled it off and kissed me for real.
"Thank you for the wonderful birthday gift! How long do I have you for?"
"Late Sunday afternoon. Since it's Friday night, you have some time."
"Great! I wanna get down to business then! You're not going to struggle?"
"Only if you ask me to."
She grinned. She grabbed the roll of duct tape and set it next to my head. From deep in the pile of pillows, she pulled a pair of pink cotton panties with lace trim on the waist and leg bands.
"You just happen to have a pair of panties stashed for moments like these?"
"No, they're my PJ panties for when its too hot for regular PJs. Also, you know how guys have a sock for when they beat off?"
A sly smile spread across her face. A pit of disgust and arousal rose in my stomach.
"You promised you wouldn't struggle."
"I did."
I opened my mouth, obediently. Sarah slowly stuffed my mouth with the panties, filling every crevice and immobilizing my tongue like a kinky tongue depressor. She continued until my mouth had no free space. A small section of the waistband poked out of my mouth. One strip of tape held that in; the base coat. A few were applied to the bottom of my jaw and sides of my face, like a sling; ensuring that I bit down on my packing, further muffling and garbling me. Sarah then sat me up. With one arm, she held me close to her, while she wrapped tape around my head with the other. She lay me back down and I rolled over, unable to
make more than heavily muffled squeaks and moans. With the tape holding the packing in stretching from jaw to nose and around my head, I wasn't surprised.
Sarah dug a ping-pong paddle from under the bed and struck my butt with it.
"GRRMMPPHH!" Loudest yet, but still quieter than a conversational tone of voice.
"Glad to hear... almost nothing. I love the present, but I don't really want to play tonight, so I'll just keep you in storage."
She set me on the ground next to her closet, put my knees to my chest, and wrapped more rope around my back and shins. She flipped me on my side and tied a VERY short rope from my wrists to my ankles. She sat me rightside up and stuck me in the closet. I teetered a bit, then became steady, mpphhing a little.
I looked up at Sarah standing over me. She bent down and kissed where my lips should be.
"Enjoy your night in storage. We'll have plenty of fun tomorrow."
She closed the door. Shortly after the light in her room went off, I fell asleep.