-My name is Mike I am 6’2, 190 lbs. Wearing jeans and metal band t-shirt (for those of you who ask)
-My first story was Part I (some corrections made during the writing of Part II)
-Part II was written around a year later.
It all began one day at a local community college. I had been taking classes there for a few weeks now. Everything seemed to be going normal, a typical community college experience I suppose. Everything that is, except one thing. There was a girl in my English class who always looked at me everyday. Not the glancing type of look, but one with the look of desire. I wondered why she is always looking at me like that. She was very pretty but I never had the courage to talk to her. That all changed once the teacher assigned us group projects. We would work in teams and evaluate each others work. I, of course, got paired up with who I later found out to be: Sarah.
Sarah was fairly tall for a girl, probably about 5’7 maybe 135 lbs. She had the body of an athlete but was not very tom-boyish. She had black hair that went down a few inches below her shoulders. She had a very pretty face with green eyes. Her sharp facial features almost gave her, what I thought, to reassemble a fox. Something that I mean in the best of ways; she was sexy. She had curves in all the right spots, most likely c or d cup breasts with a nice hourglass shape from head to toe.
We began the assignment in class and we started to talk and get to know each other. We seemed to click right off the bat but there was still something strange about her, strange about the way she kept looking at me.
After about an hour the class began to wrap up. We spent so much time talking we did not even get a chance to work on our assignment which was due next class. Sarah proposed that we go over her house and work on it since we had such a short deadline. I was surprised that she invited me to her house after only just meeting her less than an hour ago. Why wouldn’t she suggest the library or the cafeteria? Caught off guard and a little blinded by her sexy figure I immediately said yes without question. (Hell, a hot girl just asked you to her house, what would you do?)
We left class and I followed her over to her house which was about ten minutes away from the campus. As we got out she told me she needed to feed her horses inside the barn stalls before we were able to begin work. I agreed and followed her into the barn. She began to show me each horse and tell me their names. She told me to go over and look at her favorite one while she got the food. I walked over to the gate and looked through the bars at a gorgeous Clyde Steed, one that you would see in a commercial or movie during the winter.
My eyes were fixed on the horse than suddenly I felt something fly over my head and immediately tighten around my body holding my arms, at my elbows, to my body tightly. Taken completely off guard I fell down instantly from the vicious tug that bonded my arms to my side. I was disorientated for about ten seconds and did not have time to react to anything. Sarah quickly ran over and wrapped the rope around my body a total of five times and tied it off in the back. To this day it is still fuzzy as to what happened due to the swiftness of it all. One second I am looking at a horse than next I have fallen down with my arms securely pinned at my side.
At this point I begin to panic, my arms are pinned to my sides but I am able to get to my feet. I stand up and yell to Sarah “what the hell do you think you are doing.” She replies calmly as though we are playing a game of chess, “making you mine.” I begin to run towards the door but before I could make it even five steps, another coil of rope is thrown over my head down to my feet where it tightens instantly and I fall on my side onto the ground. She than runs over and takes advantage, once again, of my incapacity from falling. Before I know it she wraps my ankles up tight and cinches them together in the middle. Now I am unable to run anywhere and my arms are fairly useless. I can feel my freedom slipping away second after second and there is nothing I can do about it. It almost seemed unreal, the thought of this woman from my English class is taking me hostage.
I begin to scream for help but she jumps on top of me and puts her hand on my mouth and quietly and calmly as before says that, “we can do this the hard way or the easy way.” She removes her hand but I continue to call out for help. I look up at her to see an evil grin on her face. She pushes me over on my stomach and shoves her knee in my back with full force. This quiets me momentarily as I scream out in pain. She than grabs one of my wrists and places it behind my back and she kneels on it putting down all her weight. I fight to keep my other hand free but she took her free leg and started to apply pressure with her foot down towards my ankles. Who knew she was wearing heels? I quickly got the message and allow my other hand to become pinned against my back. She than grabs some rope from her back pocket (I guess she put in there earlier while I was looking at the horse). She quickly binds my wrists together and cinches them in the middle like my ankles.
She than stands up over me looking down with a mix between a look of satisfaction and some type of wicked smile. I felt completely powerless to her standing above me. I look up at her and wonder what is in store for me and how I was able to be taken hostage so easily.
I begin to start to yell again. I ask her why she is doing this. Of course I don’t get the answer I am looking for. She bends down and whispers in my ear, “I had this planned for awhile, and now that I got the chance, I just couldn’t resist. I like dominating men, I like knowing that you are helpless and subject to my control. Plus you just look so cute like that!” After that she giggles to herself and runs over to the desk and grabs a roll of duct tape, a rag, and from the looks of it another two lengths of rope. She bends down again and says “since I apparently can’t trust you to be quiet I am going to have to make sure you can’t say a word. Actually, that’s really not the reason, because no one is really going to hear you, I just like to gag my hostages. Plus what’s bondage without a gag?” She laughs and shoves the rag into my protesting mouth. She than takes the duct tape and pulls out a strip in front of her mouth with a hand on either side of her face, one holding the roll, one holding the end of the tape. For this moment I forget about being completely helpless in the hands of a woman I just met. I am too fixated on the beauty and sexual attractiveness of this women. She puts on the most sexually seductive face I have ever seen and leans in to place the tape on my mouth and wraps it around my head tightly six times. I try to push it off and get the rag out but I am completely stuck and silenced.
“Now, now, now,” she says. “Look at you all bound and gagged. I am going to enjoy going inside my house knowing that I have you out here, in the barn all helpless and waiting for me to come back.” “It’s such a turn on for me, oh but wait, I can’t forget the finishing touches.” She rolls me into one of the empty barn stalls and takes out the other coils of rope that I saw her grab and ties my knees together similar to my ankles and wrists. Than she puts me into a strict hogtie so I can not move at all and rendered even more helpless. She stands up and says “have fun like this, I know I will just thinking about you!” She than walks about of the stall and closes the gate and locks it.
I wake up. Not even knowing I had been asleep. I was shocked at first when I opened my eyes. This was not the place I usually wake to. Than reality set in when I tried to move my arms and realized what had happened earlier in the day. Or so I thought it was the same day. How long I wonder…how long have I been in this stall. It seems as if it is morning by the way the light is shining through the barn. That must mean I have been here all night. My body is sore and I smell the reeking of the stables around my nose. I began to scream into my gag but all that protrudes is muffled sounds.
I wiggle my hands and try to escape knowing that it useless, but hoping none the less. I continue to kick and pull until I’m tired, even sorer, and further frustrated. Luckily for me I hear a creaking of a door being slid open. I heard footsteps getting closer until I could see someone’s face looking down at me into the stall. “Good morning sleepyhead,” Sarah said with a smile on her face. “I’m glad to see you are still here and haven’t run away from me. I feel asleep dreaming about all the fun we are going to have together. I guess you did too since you are still here.” She must get such a thrill teasing and torturing me like this I thought to myself and judging by the evil smirk on her face as she said all this to me.
“Well I am going to have to let you stretch, go to the bathroom, and than we can go into my house.” She undid most of my ropes, slowly. I was left gagged, still tied around my chest and hands firmly secured behind my back. Sarah must have read my mind as she came over and began to undo my gag. “Your mouth must be terribly sore she said, let me give it a rest. Do not get used to this freedom though, you will find yourself gagged for most of your time with me,” she said with a grin on her face. Right before she finished un gagging me she said, “Oh, and one more thing, if you scream, like I said before no one will hear you. You will just be annoying me, and I promise you, you do NOT want to do that.”
She than finish taking my gag off and I remained speechless. I thought of asking for my freedom but to what point? It would be such a useless request I figured I would remain silent until I found any words, if at all to say. She led me over behind the barn and undid my pants and told me to go to the bathroom. At that point I had begun to contemplate a plan for escape. I thought to myself, as soon as she comes back over to pull my pants back up I would slam into her to knock her down and run as fast as I could. But logic overtook my thoughts. I knew I would not get very far still bound around my chest and my hands behind my back. I also figured running would piss her off much more than if I were to scream. I figured I would have no choice but to wait out this predicament and give in to my captivity until a better situation presented itself.
“All done,” she said as she came over to pull up my pants. “Good, now we will go to my house where all the fun will begin.” We walked up past the barn and into the house. The house appeared to be ordinary and she sat me down on the couch and began to pull off my pants and underwear. Almost instinctually I asked “what are you doing?” She looked up at me as if almost surprised to hear me speak. She responded “applying the first steps to make you my servant and slave...my bitch. Another word out of you and you will find yourself gagged sooner than anticipated.” Once my bottom half of my clothes were off she stood up and walked over to the door and locked it. She came back over with rope in her hand and said she was going to have to go upstairs for a few minutes. She quickly came over and tied my feet together and put me in a hogtie so I could not run. She than left the room.
She returned almost instantly with a bundle of clothes in her hands. I almost found myself asking her what those are for, but realize its best to remain quiet. “I was thinking to myself last night as I was going to bed that I want you to be my bitch. What better way to do it than keep you in women’s clothes and all tied up day and night!” She said all this with such excitement as if she just won some type of lottery. She untied me from my hogtie and undid my ankles. Than she began to slide black satin panties up my legs. “No,” I said without even thinking. “You are so right,” said she. I looked at her puzzled for a moment. Than she stood up and went to the other side of the room behind the couch and picked up something that sounded like buckles of metal clanging together. She came back with a ball gag harness in her hands. “Thanks for reminding me sweetie, I totally forget to gag you again! Consider this to be another pair of clothing because you are going to find yourself wearing this whenever you are not sexually pleasing me or eating.” With a smile she placed the enormous ball into my mouth and buckled it behind my head very tight. The same was done with the buckle under my chin and the one on my head. This was extremely tight and uncomfortable. If I could speak I would almost ask her to put the rags back in and duct tape.
“Now where were we,” she said. “Oh that’s right the panties!” She finished sliding the panties up my legs and over my parts. After that she slid a black skirt on me and than tied my ankles back up. Stood up for a second, as if thinking what to do next. Than grabbed more rope and tied my knees together. She than picked up a black bra in one hand and said “hmmmmm, how am I going to get this on you without untying you. Oh I know!” She went over to me and put the bra around my chest and buckled it off in the back very tight so that the bra hugged my body as if it had arms of its own. The rim of the cups of the bra touched the first layer of rope that bound my arms to my side. She than undid the straps of the bra from the back of it and pulled them over my shoulders and reattached them to it, and slid clasps on the straps up to form a very tight hold. “There we go, that was easy,” she stated. “One last thing. How could I forget,” she said to herself as she open a drawer and pulled out breast forms. She came over and placed one in each cup. “There we go! If you are going to dress the part than you need to feel the part,” she said laughing to herself. I wiggled and felt the breasts jiggle slightly as the bra pressed them firmly against my chest.
“I hope you enjoy your new clothes. You are going to be wearing them all the time from now on.” She sat down next to me and said “I need to go to the store for now. I’m going to give you some alone time and allow you to get used to the feeling of wearing bra, breasts and panties.” She than helped me off the couch and onto a nearby chair. She tied a piece of rope to my feet and pulled it up behind the chair and attached it to my hands as if I was hogtied sitting down. She than wrapped more layers of rope than I could count under and above my bra and the coils of rope already wrapped around me. I was stuck to the chair now and completely helpless. She than pulled me across the floor and into a shockingly empty closest (probably made just for me, how lucky). She pushed me into it, barely fitting. “Have fun in here. Don’t struggle too hard I will be gone for a few hours and we have a lot to do when I get home!”
With that she closed the door and locked it. Moments later I heard another door close and silence within the house. I was terrified. I have not had freedom of my body for more than a day now. It was the most frightening feeling in my life, I was completely helpless, it almost seemed unreal. I could not scream or move. I was completely sore. I was beginning to lost hope and break into the reality that I might not get free at all, or anytime soon, the ropes were too tight. I was kept bound at all times. And worst of all I was now wearing women’s clothing. With these final thoughts I lowered my head and succumbed to the darkness of the closest.