02 - Changing Room Bondage
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By Cobra
Monday July 12th 1999 07:38:29
Thanks Canuck100 and all of you who e-mailed me with similar remarks. Here's another story about my experiences.
I have a "thing" about women in bathing suits (bikinis) and especially tied up ones at that! To me, (and I can only speak for myself), women in bathing suits try as hard as they can to show alot, but not everything, to anyone who is willing to admire them. If I add tight ropes and a complete gag to this scenario, the woman is helpless to stop anyone from seeing anything they want to see - thus, my story.
Also while in college, I was "friends" with a fellow bondage loving woman who loved the struggling aspect of bondage. As this is my favorite part as well, we hit it off rather well to say the least.
We went to a public beach and were using the public changing rooms when she hit upon the idea of what it would be like to be helpless in front others in a public place. The idea struck me like a baseball bat and I asked her if she was game for it. She was hesitant, but agreed that if she didn't get free in 20 minutes, I was to come and get her REGARDLESS of the circumstances.
You don't have to tell me twice to tie up a woman, so we began in earnest!
First off, we changed into our swimwear. Me in my trunks and her in a very nice, short, black bikini and matching bottoms. Now, I love pubic hair - the more, the merrier - and in this outfit, with her legs a certain way, one could see the beginnings of a lovely mound of hair. It always made me stop and look longingly at her... filled with excitement and deep, deep desire.
I escorted her into one of the public toilets and had her sit on the commode and put her arms behind her. I pulled the rope from the rim of one of our beach bags and securely tied her wrists together. Then using what was left over, I secured that end to the bottom rear of the toilet - effectively binding her wrists, and her, in the seat. Next, I used the rope from the other beach bag to tie her ankles together and wrapped this around the bottom of the commode as well. Now, my friend was effectively tied to the toilet - tightly I might add - and could only move sideways a little before she lost her balance and fell off the seat.
Using a small washcloth we had brought along for wiping off excess sun tan lotion, I wadded it up and forced it into her small, sensuous mouth and, amidst her muffled protests and head shakings, took off my bandana and tied it through her mouth in a very tight-fitting cleave gag.
I stood back and admired my prize....MAN she looked good and was totally helpless. I reached down and discreetly moved her bikini top to where a nipple just barely showed as she sat there in strict bondage. She was not too fond of this, but I said it added a little to the excitement for her and she finally agreed and began struggling in earnest to free herself.
Before I left her alone, I told her I would be right outside and could protect her in case anyone decided to take advantage of her against her will.
I checked her bonds for snugness, the gag to see if it had loosened (it had a little - I tightened it) and as I left her in the stall alone to be "found", I fixed the door to always remain unlocked.
I told her: "anyone can come in here and see you this way! You are totally vulnerable to anyone and can be their captive........ unless you get loose".
And with that, I pulled her top all the way down and exposed both her fine breasts for the public to see, admire, and in her mind, touch! Good thing she was gagged............
I left the public changing area and stood just outside the exit door and lit a smoke. I could hear her struggles in the stall and wondered what was going through her mind as she raced to free herself.... before ............ before ........ Twice people entered the changing room and I mentally pictured them choosing her stall in which to use for changing, but they chose another instead. She would get real quiet when someone entered and hold her breath until she heard them leave. Then, she later told me, she would struggle furiously to get loose before she heard the next person enter.
Finally, after 30 minutes, (I forgot about the time.... so many bikinis to look at...), I quietly entered the changing room and quietly crept over to her stall area, then stopped. I grabbed the door and quickly flung it open...... her top had worked its way all the way down from her breasts and both nipples were rock hard! She looked at me with a momentary startle; I had totally surprised her and caught her completely off guard. Her beautiful long, brown hair was in swet-filled tatters and clung to her face and shoulders as if placed there with hairspray. She was breathing heavily and as her breasts rose and sank with each breath, I became thoroughly excited and stared at them for what seemed like an eternity!
I walked into the stall and closed the door behind me and stood in front of her with my hands on my hips - saying: "well, well....look what I have here! Need some help lady?". She was trying hard to cuss me out through her gag, but her sounds only aroused me even more (gags are another important part of my bondage...without them, one really isn't totally helpless). I actually toyed with the idea of turning around and leaving again, but I knew she would never forgive me for that and she would lose trust and faith in me as well. I untied her feet first and spread her legs a little to make her more comfortable (and also to see the beginnings of that lovely furry mound of hers), then untied her wrists from the rear of the toilet.
Finally, I undid the gag and then listened to a 10 minute cussing session that would make anyone run for cover. It seems we had both overlooked the automatic flushing of the toilets here and her ass was soaked from all the flushings over the last 30 minutes or so. I had tied her tightly and she was forced deep into the bowl as a result. I laughed my head off - the exact WRONG thing to do and was cut off without any sex for a week. BUT, she did admit later it was a sexual turn on every time she heard the outer doors open and someone enter the changing rooms. Her mental fantasy was that a woman would enter, find her bound helplessly and take advantage of her (a fantasy we actually fulfilled a little later).
Shortly, we were out on the beach enjoying the sun, surf and all those short, tight bikinis! I mentally picked out a few and put them into the scenario we had just played out.......... man! it was sure a good day! I LOVE bikinis!
Cobra
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Cobra's stories
- 01 - Finally Hitting Paydirt (M/F)
- 02 - Changing Room Bondage (M/F)
- 03 - Red (M/F)
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