She was one of my earliest and best childhood friends, and also one of the first girls I ever dated. She'd always been the one to get tied up in our childhood games, sometimes even volunteering or suggesting a game where she'd just end up sitting off to the side wrapped in ropes and my dad's duct tape while me and my friends fought to rescue her. Things first got serious between us when she came over my house after school one day; I'd really started to develop a crush on her and I found myself fantasizing often about the many, many devious and kinky things I wanted to do to her. My opportunity came on a particular day when my parents wouldn't be home until very late, and she called asking if I wanted to hang out. It was quite an interesting evening.
For starters she came dressed in an unexpectedly alluring outfit. Short white heels, white tights and a patterned white blouse, and a denim skirt. The whole look was shockingly sexy in my mind. I tried hard not to let my arousal show as she came in and hugged me and said hello.
She walked down the hallway to the kitchen, her high heels knocking on the hardwood floor with every step. She sat in a chair at the table while I made us some food. I noticed that she kept doing unusual things from time to time, like stretching and putting her hands behind her back for a few seconds or sliding her high heels together with a sharp clacking sound and tapping them on the floor as she kept them tightly side by side. Then she yawned and covered her mouth, then just kept her hand there for a minute. It was setting my mind racing and I wondered if I was reading into things.
When the food was done we went and sat on the couch for a bit and watched some TV while we ate. Or at least I tried to eat; after she sat down she laid back and stretched her legs out onto my lap and stopped me from getting up. She smiled and joked about it, like she was just messing with me, but fuck it was sexy. She left her legs there for a while, and just kept crossing and uncrossing them. At one point I thought they brushed over my crotch, which wouldn't have been difficult since I had a bulging erection which I wasn't sure if she could see or not. She eventually stretched out further and clasped her hands above her head. Finally I'd had enough.
"I feel like you're giving me some hints here." I said. She laughed and said "Oh you picked up on that, huh?" I smiled and said "Soooooo...is there anything you wanna do? Or...anything you'd like me to do to you?" She sat upright up like a flash and her hands dove behind her back. I blinked in surprise. She smiled over her shoulder at me and said "I wanted to try something, but I want you to tie me up and gag me like we used to do all the time." I laughed, if only to hide my exploding thoughts and complete inability to come up with an answer. She continued to hold her hands behind her expectantly, and said "Come on...get moving and tie me up!" I laughed and just muttered "Okay then" and ran out to the garage. I grabbed our usual coils of ropes that we used to use, but was disappointed to see that we didn't have any duct tape that I could find. So I stopped in the laundry room and grabbed a clean pair of my socks from the dryer.
When I got back she was exactly the way she was when I left, like a statue. So I got work. I tied her hands, very tightly...I was crazy turned on and I just wanted to restrain the hell out of this girl. But she didn't say anything, even with the ropes so tight on her wrists. She kept her head lowered, just waiting. Then I sat down next to her and she looked at the sock in my hand. I said "Open up," but before I could make another move she turned and kissed me. It shocked the hell out of me, I didn't move at all. She must have panicked because she started to pull away and say she was sorry but I just shoved the socks in her mouth before she could. She kept trying to talk but I ignored her muffled attempts at speech and just took another rope and tied it over the socks, pressing them deeply into her mouth and holding it securely in place.
I stood up for a minute, trying to process the rush of thoughts in my head. She, meanwhile, kept trying to talk through her gag, I think trying to apologize. But at this point it was only turning me on, and I made a decision. I turned around and grabbed a camera on my shelf. She turned away as I took the picture, embarrassed...the picture from above. No matter what happened next, I wanted to be able to remember her like this. Then I put it down and walked back over to the couch. She was still talking and moaning. I hushed her, putting a finger over her lips. She looked up at me. I leaned down and picked her up; she was lightweight and warm in my arms. She mumbled some more as I carried her upstairs to my room.
"I think we've got quite a few things to talk about." I said as she nodded in agreement. "But let's save those till later. For now, I think I should finish tying you up, and then once you're nice and comfy, maybe...juuuust maybe...I'll take the gag out." She seemed to smile a little, and "mmphed" affirmatively.
Then I added "But don't assume that I'll be taking it out just to let you talk...there's a few other things I've wanted to do with you for a long time now..." She blushed at this, but then nodded excitedly and mumbled "mm-hmm."
I finished carrying her to my room and laid her on the bed. She turned over to show her bound hands, flexing her fingers. Then she stretched out her legs and crossed her ankles for me, looking back at me with anticipation as I closed the door.
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