Serendipity
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By Mark
Originally published in 2002
About four years ago, I had a unique experience with a lifelong friend, an attractive brunette that was once my ex-wife's best friend. After we split up, I got my own apartment and soon had most of my friends coming over for parties and such. Close to town, my place became a convenient hangout for just about everyone I knew. Lynne, my ex-wife's friend, started stopping by to hang out as friends; sometimes for advice, other times to get away from her nearby job, and sometimes just to say hi. Lynne has dark brunnette hair, long legs, and generally resembles Sarah Michelle Gellar with larger breasts. She knew of my bondage enthusiasm because of her closeness to my ex-wife (many more stories there), but always talked about it like it was the "other" thing you weren't supposed to do.
One day, Lynne came over to hang out before a very important new date she had with a guy she was super-attracted to. Dressed in a short black skirt with a shiny gold top and just-this-side-of-kinky spiked heels, she looked hot, and I told her so. She sat on my bed while I worked at the computer, trying hard to meet a deadline for one of my clients. I said, "Why don't you do me a favor?"
When she asked what it was, I told her to put her hands behind her back and pretend she was my 'captive'. Remembering my bondage-thing, as she put it, she smiled and complied. Actually she went all out, lying on the bed, rolling around, making MMMRRRUUMMPPHHHING sounds and pretending she was tied hand and foot, even hogtied. I told her to stop, because I couldn't concentrate on my work, and she smiled and just kept going.
Just then her cell phone rang. It was her date, calling to cancel.
No words could describe just how disappointed she looked. As she got up from the bed, I offered to take her to dinner. She said "no", because of my deadline, but I insisted. So off to dinner we went.
After a couple drinks and a great dinner we were getting ready to leave. I offered to drop her off, but she had another idea. "Why not go back to your place to finsh what we started earlier?" she asked.
I said, "Ropes this time?"
She nodded a resounding yes, then said, "Capture me."
So I did. I made her ride in the back seat after tying her hands behind her back with my leather belt. Once we got back to my apartment, I paraded her in, hands still bound. Luckily for me, none of my other friends decided to show up. The whole way there, I kept talking to her about how she was my hostage and she better do as she was told, or else. I never realized until that moment that Lynne was submissive, because from the looks of it, she was having as much or more fun than I was.
I walked her in the door and into my bedroom, grabbing one of my caneback kitchen chairs on the way. I had her sit down on the chair, then retied her hands, crossed behind the back of the chair with some thick, white rope I purchased for just such an occasion. I asked her how she was doing, and she said, "Great." I grabbed some more rope and tied her ankles together, running a line to a wooded crossmember on the chair. She tested the bonds on her wrists and ankles, struggling for me. Man, did she look hot in those heels! "Ready for more?" I asked and she nodded yes again.
This time I grabbed a relatively long rope and wrapped it around her waist, tying it in front, then running it down between her legs and under her ass, hiking her already short skirt even higher. With a lot more rope left in the piece, I tied it off to the chair, then brought it up to the rung just below the top (behind her back) and anchored it. I then wrapped it around her breasts, about three wraps above and two below, and tied it off. She struggled again for me, as I went into my bag and pulled out a white bandanna. I held it up and pointed to it, she nodded again. As I stepped behind her to gag her, she said, "Am I your captive now?"
And I just said, "Almost -- but you're definitely the hottest thing I've ever seen."
She smiled for just a moment, but the cloth I stuffed in her mouth and tied down with a bandanna made short work of it.
Admiring my work was easy with Lynne -- she made a very active, even vocal captive, struggling and mmmrrruuummphhinng for me. I decided to leave the room and grab a couple beers, came back, ungagged her and gave her a swill. Once she was finished, I gagged her again.
After about twenty minutes of watching this elegant beauty struggle, practically knocking the chair over in the process, I untied her very slowly, taking my time, building the anticipation, especially when I pulled the crotch-rope free. I'm too much of a gentleman to describe the rest of the evening.
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