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Lily's first time tied

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I check my watch for what must me the hundredth time, but contrary to my obsessive behavior seems to imply, it is barely a minute later than the last time I checked. Lily had told me that she would be back around 1:30, and it was 1:32 now. I know she has a tendency to be a few minutes late for just about everything, but this time was nearly unbearable. I start mindlessly playing with the strap of the bag next to me.

Lily and I have been dating for a little while now, and early on I had told her about my fascination with bondage. She was a bit hesitant at first, but not fully against the idea, though she had wanted to wait a bit to actually try it. That is one of the things I really like about her, she is sensible yet open-minded. The other day we had been chatting and in an off-hand comment I mentioned that I ought to kidnap her for something, to which she replied with a cheeky grin, “Will I be tied up?”

After the brief shock of her having been the one to bring it up, I replied, “What kind of kidnapping would it be if you weren’t?” She informed me that her roommate would be gone from Friday to Sunday, and that her room might just happen to be unlocked while she was in class Friday afternoon. So here I sit, waiting on her bed for her to return from class. I unzipped the bag again to go over what I had to work with; I had some coils of rope that I had picked up from the local hardware store, as well as a few scarves and socks that I had gathered up from Lily’s dresser. Lily loved socks, which was great for me, giving me a large variety to choose from. I had grabbed one set of black knee highs and one set of thick pink fuzzy socks. One of her biggest concerns that she had mentioned in trying bondage was that she wasn’t sure how she felt about being gagged, so while I wanted to get her to try it, I figured it wouldn’t be wise to scare her by jumping right into anything heavy, but I figured I would be prepared anyway. I have also never been particularly into duct tape or ball gags, so things like socks and scarves tended to suit my preference anyway.

I hear the door to the stairwell close and footsteps approach the door, so I quickly slip off the bed and stand behind where the door will open, hoping to catcher her off guard (she probably knew I was here, but she has a tendency to be really jumpy, so I like messing with her because of it). The door opens enough for Lily to slip through, and her attention seems to have been drawn to the bag sitting on her bed, causing her to close the door without turning around. Not missing the opportunity, I slip behind her, grabbing her right hand with mine and clasping my left hand around her mouth. She nearly jumps out of her skin and lets out a quiet shriek at the contact, but quickly realizes what is going on and relaxes into my grip.

“Well pretty lady, I think a proper kidnapping is in order,” I whisper into her ear, to which she giggles slightly. “I’m going to take my hand away now, but don’t you scream, or the consequences will be dire.” She nods her head and I take my hand off her mouth and lead her to her bed. She sits down facing me, pretending to look scared but really looking quite excited. I took a moment to look her over; she was dressed in a knitted blue turtleneck sweater, a set of furry black pants, and a pair of Uggs. Her curly brown hair falls haphazardly around her shoulders and her glasses rest neatly on her freckled nose. I command her to take of the Uggs, revealing a set of fuzzy purple socks underneath.

“Ok missy, lie down and put your hands behind your back. No fuss now, or you’ll regret it!” She grins and lies face down on her bed, crossing her arms behind her back. I grab a coil of rope and wrap her wrists tight enough to keep her from slipping out, but not too tight as to risk cutting off circulation. I then coil the rope around her upper body, pinning her arms to her back and giving her breasts a bit of a lift.  I move down to her legs and tie them together at the ankles with the remainder of my rope and at the knees with one of her scarves.

She starts wiggling around, testing the ropes while being careful not to accidentally throw herself off the bed. “I’m going to call the cops, mister, and you’re gonna be in so much trouble!” she threatened with an unconvincing scowl. I grab one of the knee socks as I lean in close to her face. “Well we can’t have you doing that now can we?” I roll her over and straddle her back, pulling the sock between her teeth and knot it behind her head, being careful not to tangle any hair in with it. After a second of consideration, I hear her say in a slightly muffled tone, “youf goffa haftha do bether than thath.”

That was exactly what I was hoping to hear. I reach over to the bag and pull out the pair of fuzzy socks. I give a moment’s thought to whether or not to use both, but decide that since its her first time two may be a bit much, so I set one aside and held on to the other. I pull down the knee sock and let it fall around her neck. “Open wide!”

“Never!” she retorts playfully. Accepting the challenge, I pinch her side, causing a yelp of surprise. Taking the opportunity, I push the sock between her briefly open teeth. I’m careful not to cram it in, since this is her first time and I don’t want to be too forceful. I was hoping that the half of the sock I had slipped in would be enough of a sign to know that if she resisted, she would lose. She seemed to get the idea, and with a slight pouty face, she opened her mouth the rest of the way, letting me push the sock in the rest of the way in. I chuckle at the sight of the fluffy pink mass slightly protruding from her partially open mouth before pulling up the knee sock, securing it in place.

“Mmmph mphmm,” she, well, mmph-ed, clearly more effectively gagged, and by the look on her face also more satisfied with it.

“Alright my little captive, now that I have you here, all tied up and gagged, where no one can help you, I think it’s time to have some fun!” She gave me an inquisitive look, letting out a muffled groan. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” I croon as I gently kiss her gagged lips. I carefully remove her glasses and grab the other knee high from the bag. “This will be far more exciting if you can’t see what is happening.” I wait to see if she gives me a sign of earnest protest, but her eyes, though somewhat nervous looking, have no real fear in them. I slip the long sock over her eyes and gently knot it, kissing her cheek as I move away from her face. Then, without warning, I begin tickling her sides mercilessly.

Her body twists and jerks under the soft yet firm motion of my fingers dancing around her sides, her muffled cries telling of how effective it was. I let up a little, giving her just enough time to catch her breath after the initial shock, then start again. She tries to curl herself up into a ball, but her bonds make it less effective, as her sides are still wide open. I wrap one arm around her legs and pull off her socks before I start tickling her feet, resulting in even more muffled squealing and almost a black eye on my part. After a bit more tickling, alternating between her sides and her feet to keep her guessing, I decide to give her a rest.

I untie her blindfold and pull down her gag, helping her dislodge the fuzzy sock from inside her mouth. I help her sit up and hold a bottle of water up to her lips. After she drinks half the bottle, she sits still, trying to regain her composure. After a pause, she looks at me with a large grin and exclaims, “That was fun!”

I am ecstatic to hear this, and pull her in for a hug. “I’m really glad you enjoyed yourself. I know I did! And who knows, maybe next time I will tie you spread out on the bed so I can have free access to your armpits too!” She instinctively tries to clutch her still-bound arms to her sides, giving me a playful glare. “You’re gonna have to work much harder for that one,” she says teasingly. I start untying the rest of her bonds, and as her arms fall loose, I pull her in for a kiss. As we separate, I whisper into her ear, “challenge accepted.”
This is my first bondage story that I have ever written. I have never been a fan of any sort of non-consensual bondage or explicit sexuality, so you won't find any of that here. I do like soft and playful bondage, and I tend to have a thing for sweaters, socks, and anything soft and fuzzy really. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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paulgt11's avatar

Hi. I enjoyed your first story. It was short, but very well written which makes it much nicer to read.

Looking forward to reading your other stories.

Well done.