Aftermath (F/M)
Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2021 8:49 am
So I’ve been on this board since I was a teenager and never made the leap to post an experience of my own. It’s my first time, so be gentle.
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Bzzt, Bzzt, I can hear my phone vibrate. Bzzt, another text. My mind wanders wondering who it’s from. I’m becoming increasingly frustrated that I’m unable to answer it.
It had been almost an hour since Bella tied me up. Even though we had once dated we were just good friends now. I still found her attractive. How could I not with her toned, but athletic figure; and without sounding crass, that well endowed chest in her white tank top was hard to ignore. She had come over to hangout, I had thought there would be a chance I would get to tie her up, I did love how fiber rope looked on her tanned skin, and how I could make her breast pop with the right rope placement, but this wasn’t one of those times.
She had zip tied my hands with zip tie handcuffs I had purchased on Amazon the other day, they were a little tight, but the plastic felt better than the metal of ordinary handcuffs. She had used a second pair of zip tie handcuffs on my ankles. Lastly she had run a regular, but large zip tie between the two zip tie handcuffs connecting them placing me in a hogtie. The floor felt cold on my bear skin, being that I was only wearing my dark blue boxers. To make matters worse, over the last hour she had been gradually pulling on that connecting zip tie, tightening the hogtie. Giggling each time.
Bella seemed to notice my frustration and started to walk towards me. From my position on the floor all I could see was her toned legs, one socked foot and one barefoot. I’m pretty sure she had left her other sock on as a cruel little reminder that the missing one was in my mouth. Secured by several pieces of duct tape.
“Aww, did you need me to help you check your phone Matt”, she said in an almost condescending way. I can tell she was enjoying this, she hates how I’m always checking my phone or responding to a text. I nodded my head to say yes, suspecting she was not sincerely offering to show me my phone. She looks at me as if surprised by my facetiousness. As she reached over me, for a second I think she’s actually going to oblige, until I feel her pull on the zip tie connecting the zip tie handcuffs on my wrist and ankles. I hear the all too familiar zip tie sound and feel my hogtie tighten. I “mhmm” into my gag to express my displeasure with the increased tightness, before when she had pulled on that zip tie it had just been by a single click. Asking for her to help me check my phone might have actually upset her. I try not to laugh as I really don’t need her to make it any tighter than it is now.
“Well I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed”, Bella said. She’s staying the night as she had had a bit to drink, and lives on the other side of town. As she starts to undress I tilt my head up as much as possible from my hogtie. My efforts do not go unnoticed. I figured she’d just close the door, but that’s not what happened. “I don’t think so Matt”, she says as she grabs the roll of duct tape off the shelf, ripping off a piece as she walks up to me. “Mmmhhh”, I protest to no avail as she places the strip across my eyes. A tiny bit of light comes through from the bottom, but I don’t try to steal another glance as she made it clear she doesn't want me to.
A few seconds later I feel what seems like her clothes tossed on top of me. Cruel, I try to say but it just comes out as “uhuum”. She walked up to me hogtied on the floor, I can only assume now naked, and playful slaps my face and says, hang tight. I can hear the water run and know at least for the next few mins I’m not going anywhere. Unbenounced to me, she did actually poke her head out of the shower a few times to check on me. Which is maybe why she didn’t close the door.
I hear the water turn off, I “mhhm” into my gag to try to get her attention but Bella just continues to ignore me. A few minutes later she comes towards me and slowly peels the tape of my eyes and mouth. I push out her sock from my mouth with my tongue. She’s weaning what appears to be one of my old shirts which is more of a dress on her.
“He’s the deal, by the terms of the bet I can leave you hogtied on your apartment floor all night and I’m tempted because your bed is super comfortable, but I know you’re very much not comfortable”, she says as she giggles, “so if you agree to give me your bed and sleep on the couch I’ll free you now.”
I don’t remember what exactly I said next, but it was my bed after all and we weren’t dating so I didn’t have to do whatever she wanted. But as I started arguing she rolled her eyes and started to pull down her panties, presumably to stuff them in my mouth. Not wanting to spend the night tightly hogtied on the floor, and knowing this was my last chance to speak, I said “okay okay okay”. “I thought so”, she said back. She pulls her panties back up and grabs the safety shears to cut me free. I rub my wrist for a bit, brush my teeth and grab some blankets to sleep on the couch. “Night,” she says from my room. “Good night”, I begrudgingly say back.
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Bzzt, Bzzt, I can hear my phone vibrate. Bzzt, another text. My mind wanders wondering who it’s from. I’m becoming increasingly frustrated that I’m unable to answer it.
It had been almost an hour since Bella tied me up. Even though we had once dated we were just good friends now. I still found her attractive. How could I not with her toned, but athletic figure; and without sounding crass, that well endowed chest in her white tank top was hard to ignore. She had come over to hangout, I had thought there would be a chance I would get to tie her up, I did love how fiber rope looked on her tanned skin, and how I could make her breast pop with the right rope placement, but this wasn’t one of those times.
She had zip tied my hands with zip tie handcuffs I had purchased on Amazon the other day, they were a little tight, but the plastic felt better than the metal of ordinary handcuffs. She had used a second pair of zip tie handcuffs on my ankles. Lastly she had run a regular, but large zip tie between the two zip tie handcuffs connecting them placing me in a hogtie. The floor felt cold on my bear skin, being that I was only wearing my dark blue boxers. To make matters worse, over the last hour she had been gradually pulling on that connecting zip tie, tightening the hogtie. Giggling each time.
Bella seemed to notice my frustration and started to walk towards me. From my position on the floor all I could see was her toned legs, one socked foot and one barefoot. I’m pretty sure she had left her other sock on as a cruel little reminder that the missing one was in my mouth. Secured by several pieces of duct tape.
“Aww, did you need me to help you check your phone Matt”, she said in an almost condescending way. I can tell she was enjoying this, she hates how I’m always checking my phone or responding to a text. I nodded my head to say yes, suspecting she was not sincerely offering to show me my phone. She looks at me as if surprised by my facetiousness. As she reached over me, for a second I think she’s actually going to oblige, until I feel her pull on the zip tie connecting the zip tie handcuffs on my wrist and ankles. I hear the all too familiar zip tie sound and feel my hogtie tighten. I “mhmm” into my gag to express my displeasure with the increased tightness, before when she had pulled on that zip tie it had just been by a single click. Asking for her to help me check my phone might have actually upset her. I try not to laugh as I really don’t need her to make it any tighter than it is now.
“Well I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed”, Bella said. She’s staying the night as she had had a bit to drink, and lives on the other side of town. As she starts to undress I tilt my head up as much as possible from my hogtie. My efforts do not go unnoticed. I figured she’d just close the door, but that’s not what happened. “I don’t think so Matt”, she says as she grabs the roll of duct tape off the shelf, ripping off a piece as she walks up to me. “Mmmhhh”, I protest to no avail as she places the strip across my eyes. A tiny bit of light comes through from the bottom, but I don’t try to steal another glance as she made it clear she doesn't want me to.
A few seconds later I feel what seems like her clothes tossed on top of me. Cruel, I try to say but it just comes out as “uhuum”. She walked up to me hogtied on the floor, I can only assume now naked, and playful slaps my face and says, hang tight. I can hear the water run and know at least for the next few mins I’m not going anywhere. Unbenounced to me, she did actually poke her head out of the shower a few times to check on me. Which is maybe why she didn’t close the door.
I hear the water turn off, I “mhhm” into my gag to try to get her attention but Bella just continues to ignore me. A few minutes later she comes towards me and slowly peels the tape of my eyes and mouth. I push out her sock from my mouth with my tongue. She’s weaning what appears to be one of my old shirts which is more of a dress on her.
“He’s the deal, by the terms of the bet I can leave you hogtied on your apartment floor all night and I’m tempted because your bed is super comfortable, but I know you’re very much not comfortable”, she says as she giggles, “so if you agree to give me your bed and sleep on the couch I’ll free you now.”
I don’t remember what exactly I said next, but it was my bed after all and we weren’t dating so I didn’t have to do whatever she wanted. But as I started arguing she rolled her eyes and started to pull down her panties, presumably to stuff them in my mouth. Not wanting to spend the night tightly hogtied on the floor, and knowing this was my last chance to speak, I said “okay okay okay”. “I thought so”, she said back. She pulls her panties back up and grabs the safety shears to cut me free. I rub my wrist for a bit, brush my teeth and grab some blankets to sleep on the couch. “Night,” she says from my room. “Good night”, I begrudgingly say back.
. I think it was who won a card game.
