Bound and gagged in the closet (F/M)
Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2022 3:54 pm
My wife made sure I noticed her placing the frosted cupcake in the refrigerator Wednesday evening. “This is mine. Don’t you dare eat it, or you’ll be in big trouble!” she cautioned. I knew she wanted me to eat it and that the “big trouble” she warned about likely involved me getting tied up. I decided to drive her absolutely crazy by not eating it and making her wait. I held off all day Thursday and Friday. I noticed she would check it from time to time, under the premise of going to get a drink or snack. I knew every time she found it still intact, that she was getting more and more frustrated, and that anticipation was building. I also knew the longer I waited, the more trouble I would be in, tie-up wise. That’s exactly what I wanted! I thought a couple of extra days might make a difference in the complexity and duration of the capture and the exquisiteness of whatever games she had in mind for me once I was securely roped up and under her control.
Saturday morning, we got up late and had to quickly get ready to meet friends in town for breakfast. It was the first really cold day of the season, even for October, and we decided to take my truck rather than walk, even though the café was less than a mile away. We had a great time with the other couple and parted ways. As we drove home my wife asked, “What do you want to do the rest of the day?” “I’m sure we’ll figure out something fun to do.” I replied. She gave me a knowing look and said “Yes, I bet we can think of some kind of activity to pass the time.”
When we walked in, my wife headed toward the bathroom. I used the opportunity to quickly run to the refrigerator and take a single small bite out of the cupcake, which by now was slightly dried out. Carefully placing it back on the main shelf with the bite clearly visible, I closed the door and sat down on the couch. When my wife got out of the bathroom, she went directly to the refrigerator “want something to drink?” she said, opening the door. Seeing the cupcake with the single bite taken out of it, she mocked gasped. “Naughty boy!” she said “I warned you not to eat my cupcake! Now you’re in big trouble. Get in the bedroom right now!”
Once in the bedroom, she ordered me to strip down to my underwear and sit on the edge of the bed. I quickly complied. Fortunately, we had turned up the heat before we left earlier that morning and the room was nice and warm. Grabbing two ropes, she used them to tie my hands behind my back and tie my feet. With my wrists and ankles securely bound, she used one of her silk scarves to cleave-gag me, knotting it tightly behind my head. By now my erect cock was pressing urgently against my boxer briefs. She stood in front of me for a few moments watching me as I wiggled my hands and feet helplessly and made soft gagged noises (which I knew she really liked). “The first part of your punishment is a time out” she declared, walking toward the master closet. Opening the door, she ordered “Get in!”
Bless that cupcake! I’d always fantasized about being tied up and shut away in a small dark space, like a shipping crate, the trunk of a car, or the back of a delivery truck (all from detective TV shows I’d seen as a kid). Now I was about to be shut in a closet bound and gagged! Planting my bound bare feet firmly, I did my best to do a controlled slide off the end of the bed, landing on the floor in a seated position, and started wiggling my way toward the closet. As I made struggling progress across the hardwood floor, the motion of wiggling my ass cheeks to scooch along caused my underwear to ride up in the back giving me a wedgie, which in turn cause the front to press even more uncomfortably against my manhood. I didn’t care! I finally reached the closet door and wiggled my way inside. “I want you to sit quietly and think about what you’ve done” my wife said. She was standing framed in the door with her hands on her hips, backlit by the sunlit bedroom. “What do you have to say for yourself now?” She asked. I made a show of making pleading “Mmmmffffffttt!” sounds and struggling against my ropes. In response, she closed the door, making sure it latched securely.
I was thrown in almost total darkness. I heard her footsteps leaving the bedroom. There was the tiniest shaft of light coming from under the door, but it was not enough to be able to see anything. I wiggled around imaging myself captured by bad guys. How long would they keep me locked in here? What are they going to do with me? Would anyone come to rescue me? As I wiggled, bound and gagged, exploring the confined space, I was pushing aside longer garments, my wife’s silky sundresses. I was on her side of the closet. I felt around with my toes, knocking her neatly placed shoes into disarray. There was a bigger problem. All that struggling was causing a lot of rubbing against my underwear. I had used my bound hands to pull the wedgie out, but the briefs pressed very firmly on my cock. I was dangerously close to losing control. In desperation I grabbed the back of my underwear and, with some effort, pulled them down around my thighs. My erect cock sprang free, and I was out of the danger zone.
Just then the closet door was thrown open and I found myself blinking in the sudden brightness. “Just as I thought!” my wife scolded. “I could hear you banging around in here all the way in the living room. I told you to sit quietly and think about what you’ve done!” She continued in a mock scolding tone “who said you could remove your underwear? Look at the mess you’ve made of my shoes, and I bet you’ve been trying to escape. I had better check your ropes.” Kneeling, she checked the knots securing my wrists and ankles to make sure they were still good and tight. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she playfully pulled my head back and whispered in my ear. “I’ll check on you in thirty minutes. Next time I open this door I better see you sitting quietly, underwear on, and my shoes back in perfect order, or I’ll leave you in here all weekend, understood?” “Mmmm Hummm” I nodded. I knew she would never leave me alone tied up for more than 20 or 30 minutes, let alone all weekend, but the threat make a pleasant surge of excitement and adrenaline flood my system. I felt a moments woozy dizziness. Once again, the door was closed, and I was enveloped in darkness.
Trying to be quiet, I started the lengthy process of finding all the shoes that I had scattered around, using my bound hands, relying on feel only to put them neatly back in place. The sandals and dress shoes were easy, as the straps or heels were different, but the tennis shoes (which I knew were in several different colors) all felt the same. If I got them in the wrong order, would she keep me in here and make me re-sort until I got them perfect? Part of me wanted to get them wrong and have that happen. I decided to wait before trying to pull my underwear back on. I had a little time, and right now I would have too much difficulty getting them over my erection. After sorting the shoes and placing them in a neat row, I would try to sit very still and relax. Maybe that would help. I doubted it. As I grunted softly into my gag at the effort of finding her shoes in the darkness and sorting them with bound hands, I wondered what my wife had in store for me for the rest of the afternoon. I had no idea; I only knew that it was going to be amazing.
In the living room, she was lighting a fire in the fireplace, changing into sexy lingerie and pantyhose, and stacking coils of ropes and other fun items neatly on the floor for part 2 of my punishment. Her cupcake idea had backfired on her. Instead of eagerly eating it right away, I had forced her to wait two extra days. She had been so frustrated but had spent the time well, planning an afternoon I would never forget.
Saturday morning, we got up late and had to quickly get ready to meet friends in town for breakfast. It was the first really cold day of the season, even for October, and we decided to take my truck rather than walk, even though the café was less than a mile away. We had a great time with the other couple and parted ways. As we drove home my wife asked, “What do you want to do the rest of the day?” “I’m sure we’ll figure out something fun to do.” I replied. She gave me a knowing look and said “Yes, I bet we can think of some kind of activity to pass the time.”
When we walked in, my wife headed toward the bathroom. I used the opportunity to quickly run to the refrigerator and take a single small bite out of the cupcake, which by now was slightly dried out. Carefully placing it back on the main shelf with the bite clearly visible, I closed the door and sat down on the couch. When my wife got out of the bathroom, she went directly to the refrigerator “want something to drink?” she said, opening the door. Seeing the cupcake with the single bite taken out of it, she mocked gasped. “Naughty boy!” she said “I warned you not to eat my cupcake! Now you’re in big trouble. Get in the bedroom right now!”
Once in the bedroom, she ordered me to strip down to my underwear and sit on the edge of the bed. I quickly complied. Fortunately, we had turned up the heat before we left earlier that morning and the room was nice and warm. Grabbing two ropes, she used them to tie my hands behind my back and tie my feet. With my wrists and ankles securely bound, she used one of her silk scarves to cleave-gag me, knotting it tightly behind my head. By now my erect cock was pressing urgently against my boxer briefs. She stood in front of me for a few moments watching me as I wiggled my hands and feet helplessly and made soft gagged noises (which I knew she really liked). “The first part of your punishment is a time out” she declared, walking toward the master closet. Opening the door, she ordered “Get in!”
Bless that cupcake! I’d always fantasized about being tied up and shut away in a small dark space, like a shipping crate, the trunk of a car, or the back of a delivery truck (all from detective TV shows I’d seen as a kid). Now I was about to be shut in a closet bound and gagged! Planting my bound bare feet firmly, I did my best to do a controlled slide off the end of the bed, landing on the floor in a seated position, and started wiggling my way toward the closet. As I made struggling progress across the hardwood floor, the motion of wiggling my ass cheeks to scooch along caused my underwear to ride up in the back giving me a wedgie, which in turn cause the front to press even more uncomfortably against my manhood. I didn’t care! I finally reached the closet door and wiggled my way inside. “I want you to sit quietly and think about what you’ve done” my wife said. She was standing framed in the door with her hands on her hips, backlit by the sunlit bedroom. “What do you have to say for yourself now?” She asked. I made a show of making pleading “Mmmmffffffttt!” sounds and struggling against my ropes. In response, she closed the door, making sure it latched securely.
I was thrown in almost total darkness. I heard her footsteps leaving the bedroom. There was the tiniest shaft of light coming from under the door, but it was not enough to be able to see anything. I wiggled around imaging myself captured by bad guys. How long would they keep me locked in here? What are they going to do with me? Would anyone come to rescue me? As I wiggled, bound and gagged, exploring the confined space, I was pushing aside longer garments, my wife’s silky sundresses. I was on her side of the closet. I felt around with my toes, knocking her neatly placed shoes into disarray. There was a bigger problem. All that struggling was causing a lot of rubbing against my underwear. I had used my bound hands to pull the wedgie out, but the briefs pressed very firmly on my cock. I was dangerously close to losing control. In desperation I grabbed the back of my underwear and, with some effort, pulled them down around my thighs. My erect cock sprang free, and I was out of the danger zone.
Just then the closet door was thrown open and I found myself blinking in the sudden brightness. “Just as I thought!” my wife scolded. “I could hear you banging around in here all the way in the living room. I told you to sit quietly and think about what you’ve done!” She continued in a mock scolding tone “who said you could remove your underwear? Look at the mess you’ve made of my shoes, and I bet you’ve been trying to escape. I had better check your ropes.” Kneeling, she checked the knots securing my wrists and ankles to make sure they were still good and tight. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she playfully pulled my head back and whispered in my ear. “I’ll check on you in thirty minutes. Next time I open this door I better see you sitting quietly, underwear on, and my shoes back in perfect order, or I’ll leave you in here all weekend, understood?” “Mmmm Hummm” I nodded. I knew she would never leave me alone tied up for more than 20 or 30 minutes, let alone all weekend, but the threat make a pleasant surge of excitement and adrenaline flood my system. I felt a moments woozy dizziness. Once again, the door was closed, and I was enveloped in darkness.
Trying to be quiet, I started the lengthy process of finding all the shoes that I had scattered around, using my bound hands, relying on feel only to put them neatly back in place. The sandals and dress shoes were easy, as the straps or heels were different, but the tennis shoes (which I knew were in several different colors) all felt the same. If I got them in the wrong order, would she keep me in here and make me re-sort until I got them perfect? Part of me wanted to get them wrong and have that happen. I decided to wait before trying to pull my underwear back on. I had a little time, and right now I would have too much difficulty getting them over my erection. After sorting the shoes and placing them in a neat row, I would try to sit very still and relax. Maybe that would help. I doubted it. As I grunted softly into my gag at the effort of finding her shoes in the darkness and sorting them with bound hands, I wondered what my wife had in store for me for the rest of the afternoon. I had no idea; I only knew that it was going to be amazing.
In the living room, she was lighting a fire in the fireplace, changing into sexy lingerie and pantyhose, and stacking coils of ropes and other fun items neatly on the floor for part 2 of my punishment. Her cupcake idea had backfired on her. Instead of eagerly eating it right away, I had forced her to wait two extra days. She had been so frustrated but had spent the time well, planning an afternoon I would never forget.