Short Stories of Mine (M/F, F/F)

[Sportsfan]

Had some time on my hands over the past couple of weeks, wrote a short story. More will follow whenever I find anymore time. Enjoy!

The Hotel Clerk (M/F)

Rachel shifted in the car, desperately trying to find a more comfortable position. This was better said than done however, because she was not exactly "in the car" as one would normally define it. Rather, she was in the trunk, hogtied and gagged, with her heels touching her hands. What everyone else would see as your average SUV driving down a neighborhood street, sticking to the speed limit and making sure to use their turn signals correctly, featured a rather shocking addition that would have anyone who saw it calling the police. Hence why Rachel was hidden by her captor, in the only place of the car with no windows, and tightly tied so as to prevent any funny business.

She had been intercepted almost immediately after arriving home from work, still clad in her business outfit of a white blouse, black short skirt with a black jacket to match, black sheer pantyhose and 4 inch black heels. At the relatively young age of 29, Rachel was happily married and had a well paying job working the front desk of a fancy hotel in the city. A well paying job that had unfortunately made her a target. Apparently she had checked in a particular guest a couple of days prior, a guest that was still at said hotel, and a guest that the masked man who met her in her living room that evening was very interested in. So interested in fact, that he tied her to one of the kitchen chairs and demanded to know what room they were staying in.

Rachel wished she could have told him, but she had no idea. Why, she must have checked in a few hundred guests that day! There was no way that she was going to remember one person in particular from a couple of days ago. Especially a person who she suspected wouldn't have wanted to stand out anyways if someone like this was after them. She blurted out that the only way she could give the man what he wanted was if she went to the hotel and he recognized a name in the system. The man laughed at that. Told her she must be stupid for thinking that this mysterious individual wouldn't be using a pseudonym. But then he told her something much worse. Since she couldn't help him find who he was looking for, she was going to help weed him out.

Which is precisely how she found herself in the situation she was now. Hands tied and cinched behind her back, arms tied to her torso, ankles and thighs tied and cinched together and finally the dreaded hogtie to finish it off. All with rope and all very secure. Her bondage was further accompanied by the bright red ball gag securely fastened in between her teeth, another precaution to keep any suspicion away as she was taken to her mysterious destination. Rachel had bucked and strained against her bonds as she was loaded into the trunk of her car, but it was no use. She had screamed through her gag as the door was slammed shut, but those screams were reduced to mere whimpers. Rachel had been lying on her stomach at first, but as the car lurched forward to leave the garage, she had fallen onto her side. And now here she was, lying with her legs bent behind her and her back slightly stretched, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position.

At the start, even though in the back of her head she knew it was no use, she had kept struggling and screaming. Maybe without the noise of the road that would soon arrive, she would be heard by a neighbor or passerby. No dice. She only wished she could have pounded her heels against the sides or top of the trunk, but they were not exactly available to her to use at the moment. In the end, all that resulted from her efforts was exhaustion and a wet spot on the carpet as a result of drool seeping out from behind that darned ball wedged between her teeth. She realized that spending her energy now was a waste of time. So now, she was silent, listening for...well, anything really. Anything to tell her where she was and where she was going. She heard them pass at least one school. A fire truck. Over a railroad track. And they had stopped at at least 8 stoplights. That told her...nothing. Absolutely nothing. She hadn't a clue where they were headed or what her captor was going to do to her. So she lay there, wriggling her hands in vain and quietly whimpering, on her way to the mysterious fate that await her.

After what seemed like forever, the car stopped. A couple moments later, light poured into Rachel's cramped living space as the trunk door was opened. Rachel hardly had time to blink her eyes to adjust to the brightness before she was thrust into the dark again via a blindfold, then lifted up out of the trunk and placed over the man's shoulder. She renewed her struggles, writhing in his strong grip and moaning through her tight gag. Being out in the open, someone had to see them, right? Alas, nothing. In fact, Rachel could hear nothing but birds and the wind. What's worse, the man seemed completely unfazed by her efforts, and she had begun to drool again.

Footsteps on grass turned to footsteps on wood as the man walked up some steps and then unlocked a door, careful to not drop his lovely package. Rachel heard the door close behind them, and then she was placed on a cold tile floor. For the first time since their encounter at the house, the man spoke. "I'm going to untie your hogtie and legs now, but you are not to move or try any funny business, do you hear me", the man said sternly. Rachel nodded, heart pounding but relieved that she was going to get at least some sense of mobility back, even if it was temporary. The man cut the rope holding her heels to her hands, and very slowly dropped Rachel's long hose-covered legs down to the ground. Rachel let out a long, low groan through her gag as the soreness of her stiff limbs hit her for the first time. She felt the man start to massage her legs, and even though she wanted to resist, it did feel pretty good.

The man then moved onto untying her ankles and knees as Rachel lay there, catching her breath. As he undid the last of the ropes, he whispered "You've got pretty nice legs you know. You should wear pantyhose more often." To that, Rachel rolled her eyes and said something unintelligible under her gag. The man just laughed in response. He stood up. "Alright, up and at em. Time to get moving." He helped Rachel stand, upper body still tightly tied, and led her across the tiled floor, then down some steps to a cement floor, which Rachel could only assume was the basement.

Once there, she was ushered over to a folding chair and sat down roughly, She felt her arms being untied from her back, before they were placed over the back of the chair. Ropes soon secured her chest to the chair, above and below her breasts as well as around her waist. After that her legs were tied again, only this time the man added rounds around her knees and high heels as well as some that bound her thighs to the chair seat. Finally, the man took a last length of rope, tied it to Rachel's ankle bindings and yanked her feet underneath the chair. Moments later, she felt the other end of the rope being tied off to her hands, which resulted in her arms being pulled down and her chest being pushed out. Rachel strained against her new bonds, but knew in the back of her mind that there was no chance she was escaping, and in the location she was in, getting someone's attention wasn't an option either. "I'm completely and utterly helpless." Rachel thought to herself.

The man cleared his throat. "Alright, if you can be a good girl, I'll take your gag and blindfold off. Can you do that for me?" Rachel nodded. She felt the strap behind her head give way and soon after the ball popped out of her mouth. Rachel felt the pain hit her jaws a couple moments later. She flexed them back and forth as the man removed her blindfold. Adjusting her eyes to the light wasn't needed as much this time. The basement as it turns out was very dark, with just a single light bulb illuminating her and her captor, who came back around to face her, and Rachel saw his face for the first time. Brown hair, brown eyes and a stubbly chin, with a menacing smile. Rachel's heart started to pound as he leaned in close and put both hands on the arms of the chair in a threatening fashion, his face mere inches away from hers.

And then...they kissed. It was a long and passionate kiss, as Rachel leaned in as much as the ropes would allow her. She leaned back and stared into the eyes of John, her husband of five years on the day. "Happy anniversary sweetie" John said. "Is this what you wanted?" Rachel gave him a big smile and nodded. Then she quietly whispered "Let's keep going." Now it was John's turn to smile back. He pulled his mask back over his face and turned to grab the ball gag again as Rachel got back into character, shaking her head wildly and begging to be let go, incredibly eager for that not to happen for a long time.

Epilogue:
"In the news this evening, a man foiled what he thought was a malicious event when he attacked another man tying a young lady to some abandoned train tracks. The man in question figured it was a bit odd that they were both wearing period clothing, but saw no cameras around and decided not to take any chances. Turns out, the incident in question was merely a bit of daring role play between husband and wife. The young woman, who answered that she was well above the age of consent but did not wish to reveal her name, told police that her and her husband had been playing similar games for years. The police warned them that perhaps broad daylight wasn't the best place to be doing those things, and encouraged them to stay away from where civilians might see them. Both men were treated for minor injuries and no charges were filed. Joining us now, we have an expert on the subject to explain just how daring some kinky couples are willing to get when it comes to showing their love for one another. Welcome!"

[JohnnyRockets]

I like the epilogue, lol

[Sportsfan]

I like the epilogue, lol

Last minute addition that I figured would be a fun way to add a little backstory. Thank you!

[Qwerty123]

Interesting story. I was figuring the twist was this was the mysterious guest the man wanted, but she couldn't tell that, but I do like how merely it was a husband binding and gagging his wife in some fun roleplay and nothing too serious. But if I bet, the twist didn't happen, the mysterious man would surely get rid of the woman once he had his information. Lucky for her she was not bound and gagged by him.

[Sportsfan]

Interesting story. I was figuring the twist was this was the mysterious guest the man wanted, but she couldn't tell that, but I do like how merely it was a husband binding and gagging his wife in some fun roleplay and nothing too serious. But if I bet, the twist didn't happen, the mysterious man would surely get rid of the woman once he had his information. Lucky for her she was not bound and gagged by him.

You're probably right. In my scenario, I tried to think of a somewhat far-fetched scenario that a husband and wife would come up with for a roleplay. Is she even a hotel clerk? Who knows!

[slackywacky]

Great writing. Thank you for sharing with us.

[Qwerty123]

Yeah, but that's what makes it a fun story. Interested in seeing more stories like this and some dark twists won't hurt as well.

[Beaumains]

Nice story, and as promised, with a good twist. I also liked the epilogue!

[Sportsfan]

Yeah, but that's what makes it a fun story. Interested in seeing more stories like this and some dark twists won't hurt as well.

Just for you, here's a short story I wrote for November's short story contest that has a dark twist. Feels like this forum is as good of a place to stick it as any. And even though I tend to learn towards the lighter side, there are more darker plots coming, don't worry .

Cancelled Plans (M/FF)

"So are you excited?" Jenny asked, her heeled ankle boots making a slight clicking sound as she walked down the college campus sidewalk.

"Uhh, are you kidding? Of course I'm excited!" Emma replied, t-strap heels tapping alongside her friend. "We've tied each other up before, but getting a pro to tie up both up at the same time and make it feel real? Great idea Jen."

Jenny shrugged. "Don't thank me, thank Ashley, she's the one who suggested him. Once I heard you could customize your experience to fit your dream fantasies, I was hooked."

Emma grinned, and then started speaking in a manly tone, trying to imitate the voices she'd heard in old movie trailers. "Two college girls are getting ready for a fun night out when one of them answers the door, expecting friends, only to be met by a terrifying robber who has come to cancel their plans. Angry to find out that the two college students have nothing of value, the intruder tightly binds and gags them both and leaves them alone to fend for themselves. Will they escape? Tune in to find out!"

"Tune in? I don't want anyone tuning in!" They both laughed.

Emma looked at her phone. "4:32. Just under four and a half hours left. You told Cindy to come rescue us right? Think she can stay awake until 1 in the morning?"

"Yep, I'm sure." Jenny said. "If anything, the website says they swear to stay at the house until the rescue. If nobody shows up, they'll release you themselves while keeping to the storyline. It's totally foolproof."

"Awesome. No pervy stuff though, right?"

"Nope. Not unless you ask for it. Which I didn't. They just stick around to make sure you don't hurt yourself I guess. I'm sure there are plenty of perks to that though" She added, winking at her friend.

"Oh stop...we do make pretty sexy damsels though."

"We SO do." Jenny exclaimed.

Later that night...

*ding dong* *ding dong*

The doorbell rang to the two girl's small apartment, situated just off campus grounds. The girls appreciated that privacy for the obvious reasons.

"Is that him?" Emma excitedly asked as Jenny walked to the door, now wearing a glittery gold spaghetti strap mini dress with sheer brown tights and strappy black heels, her light brown hair hanging loose at her shoulders. She raised herself up on her toes and looked through the peephole, then directed a mischievous grin back at her friend, now sporting a long sleeved green glittery mini dress, dark tights and shiny green high heels, her dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. "I think that's him!" she said, and opened the door.

A large, muscular man stood before her, holding a black gym bag and wearing an all black outfit consisting of a hoodie, pants, gloves and a ski mask. Even his shoes were black. Before Jenny could take all of this in however, he roughly shoved her aside. Not hard, but enough to get her to move.

He stopped between the two college ladies, turned and pointed back to Jenny. "You. Valuables. Now."

"I guess it's starting already" Jenny thought to herself. She closed the front door behind them. "Um, I'm sorry, but we don't have anything. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I'm, uhh, calling the cops!" She held up her phone as a faux threat, the number pad pulled up on the screen.

In a flash, the man covered the short distance between them and snatched the phone out of her hands. "Uh uh uh. Not so fast young lady. Jewelry. Wallets. Chop chop."

Emma stepped forward, playing her part. "I'm really sorry sir, but we don't have anything on us right now. If you want, I can go find an ATM and-"

The man interrupted her with a loud laugh. "Do you think I'm stupid? Nobody keeps ALL their money in the bank. Why, you lovely ladies look like you were about to head out tonight. I know you have some cash lying around somewhere. Where. Is it." Just then, Jenny's phone buzzed in the man's hand and he looked at it, then smirked.

"Who is it?" Jenny asked, still not taking things too seriously, but the man ignored her and started typing something on her phone. Jenny thought that was a little weird, but it wasn't like he could be hacking it or anything. "Who is it?" she asked again.

The man finished typing, looked up at her and smirked again. "Someone who wanted to come over tonight. Not Cindy, don't worry. I declined on your behalf. That alright?"

"Oh. Okay, yeah." Jenny answered. That made sense. The last thing she needed was one of their friends showing up and ruining the whole thing. Especially one that didn't know about their kink.

The man tossed Jenny's phone onto the couch beside them. "Now, if you're not going to tell me where I can find your valuables, I'll just have to go look for them myself. But I can't just leave you two unattended, no no, that'll never work. What to do. I've got an idea!" He opened the zipper on his gym bag and pulled out a small coil of white rope. Both girls couldn't help but smile. The man smiled too. He turned and pointed to Emma. "You, stay there, don't move." Emma did as she was told, not that she ever thought about doing anything different. The man returned his gaze to Jenny. "And you. Hands behind your back." Jenny obliged, and as the man began tightly wrapping the rope around her wrists, she glanced at Emma with excitement in her eyes. Emma winked back in response. "This is going to be the best night ever." they both thought.

A little while later, the two girls were lying next to each other on the floor while the man rummaged around in the other room. Well, lying would be putting it mildly. More specifically, they were lying on their stomachs wriggling around wildly, with their wrists tightly tied together with rope behind their backs and their arms further pinned to their backs with bands above and below their breasts and at their waists. Their legs were also securely bound, the bright bands of white contrasting against the dark sheen of their tights at their ankles, knees and thighs. A few extra bands of rope had also been added around Emma's feet to keep her heels on, which she greatly appreciated. As a finishing touch to the ties, their feet had been firmly drawn up to their wrists until their heels were touching their hands. Finally, both girls mouths had been stuffed with two clean socks apiece and secured in place with a couple of their own scarfs, each wrapped twice through their lips and cinched at the back of their heads, keeping their jaws propped open and puffing their cheeks out. To a novice, this predicament may have looked uncomfortable and likely would be. But the girls were enjoying every second of it.

Enjoying themselves so much in fact, that they hardly even noticed the man come back into the room and sit in a chair opposite their tightly bound forms. His bag was practically empty at this point, and he hadn't stolen any valuables to fill it back up with either. But the sight before him was more than valuable enough. He checked the time: 9:46. A little over three hours until he had to bid his ado. Not that he was wishing the time would go by faster. As the girls continued to revel in their blissful bondage, the man sat back and reveled in some bliss of his own. This was an especially enjoyable night.

One month later...

October 29th. Not quite Halloween, but both girls were still dressed up in their costumes for the year anyways. For Emma, a red and black frilly dress that stopped at her mid thigh, white thigh high socks with black bows at the top, bright red high heels, and a long red cloak with a hood. Jenny meanwhile had gone full on Michelle Pfeiffer Catwoman, complete with a tight latex body suit, latex mask and high heeled boots. She thought the costume felt appropriate for the occasion.

*ding dong* *ding dong*

Jenny excitedly ran to the door as fast as her boots would let her. The man was right on schedule, compared to being several minutes late the first time around. She lifted herself up and peered through their peephole. "Is that him?" Emma said behind her, just as excited as last time. She couldn't wait to be tied up with her best friend again.

Jenny turned around with a puzzled look on her face. "I don't know." she said. "He wasn't like this the last time we met." She opened the door, and before them stood a skinny but fit young man in his late 20's, wearing a jacket, t-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers. He was carrying a large brown suitcase and an IPad.

The man looked down at Jenny's outfit. "Jenny and Emma, I presume?" he said with a sly grin.

"Yes, hi, I'm Jenny." she responded, still confused.

"Nice to meet you Jenny. My name is Dave from Bondage4Hire. May I come in?"

"Uh, sure." She stepped aside, and Dave caught a glimpse of Emma.

"Ooh, Red Riding Hood? The better to tie you up my dear." He remarked.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, bad joke, couldn't help myself. Alright, so before we get to the fun stuff, since this is your first time I'm going to need you to sign some forms real quick." He started tapping on the tablet. "Just give me a second here..."

Jenny stood there, completely perplexed now. "First...time?"

Emma stepped forward. "Yeah, we've hired you guys before. You came around last month."

Dave looked up. Now it was his turn to be confused. "Are you sure? I don't remember you girls at all. Did the person you had your experience with happen to be a woman by chance?" Both Jenny and Emma shook their heads.

"Well I'm sorry ladies, but that's the only two employees we have who do the actual tying. Not exactly a common profession, if you know what I mean. And we always have you sign the forms before your first time."

Jenny's face behind her mask turned as white as the stitches on her suit. "You haven't...fired anyone since then?"

Dave laughed. "No, heavens no. Sylvia is brilliant at what she does." He started looking something up on his IPad as Jenny and Emma both stood in shock. "Ah, here we go. It says here you two had a session scheduled in September, but cancelled the night of. Which sucks for us, but you know, totally understandable given the situation. People chicken out all..." He trailed off as he suddenly realized what the girls were implying. "Oh...oh no."

Jenny said nothing, but walked over to the kitchen table and picked up her phone, skimming through her past text messages with shaking hands. And then, there it was. A message from an unknown number, the bondage company, which read:

Thank you for choosing Bondage4Hire! Just to confirm, here are the customizations you selected for your bondage experience:

Date and time: September 27th, 9 p.m.-1 a.m.
Type of session: Robbery
Scenario: Getting ready for a girl's night out
Preferred bondage material: Rope
Preferred gag: Stuffed cleave
Method of escape: 3rd party (Name: Cindy)

If all of these are correct, please text CONFIRM. If you need to change something, please text EDIT. If you would like to cancel your session, please text CANCEL.

Directly below that, a message from her phone. A message that she had not sent. A message containing one word that Jenny never thought would put as much fear into her body as it did in that very moment.

[slackywacky]

Great stories. Well written. Please don't stop writing

[Qwerty123]

I have read that story earlier, but I wouldn’t call it per say a dark twist more of well...the damsel doesn’t quite make it out of the experience as a dark twist like the damsel doesn’t make it through the ordeal. I guess given how many damsel stories end on happy ends, I was curious if some bad ending ones to show some variety to it.