Bound Gagged & Displayed

Chapter 1: Meeting a Dominant Friend of a Friend

I wasn’t sure how long it was until I heard the knock on the apartment door. One thing I learned that day, it was hard to measure time when you were left alone, securely bound and gagged.

I was in the second bedroom that Caitlin used as an office.

After leading me inside, she had asked again if I was sure I wanted to go through with this as she stood before me, a coil of rope in her hands.

I was and knew there was no turning back as soon as she sternly told me to turn around, put my hands behind my back and I felt those loops of cotton rope bring my wrists together.

It had started out as a nice lazy Saturday morning sleep in.

Waking up in Caitlin’s bed was probably the nicest part.

It was not the first time. Over the last three months, I had gotten comfortable hanging together at her apartment, either for the weekend, or at least part of it. While she had invited me into her bedroom soon after we met, I could tell she was very independent, and our course so far seemed to be heading toward slightly above a casual relationship.

She was up and about. I could smell the coffee.

I slid on my T shirt and walked toward the kitchen. It was my only choice unless I went into her closet. My panties, shoes and the rest of my clothes were spread around the doorway and living room as we had started pawing each other as soon as we came in the night before. As it was, I liked the opportunity to show off my long legs toned by yoga and jogging as I greeted her.

Her back was to me, engaged in a quiet conversation on her phone.

She was wearing adorable cut off blue jeans that highlighted her equally delicious rear end and a red tank top.

There was a serious look in her eyes I hadn’t seen before when she finished and turned around to face me.

“Stephanie, you’re going to have to leave earlier than we planned.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I have to do a favor for a friend.”

“I see and you don’t want her to meet me?”

I was probing good-naturedly, assuming it was another female. In the time I had known her, Caitlin had not shown much interest in men. I didn’t mind someone else visiting her. It was her place after all. Her life.

“You just assumed it’s another woman.”

“No, it’s not that, I mean I know it’s your privacy and all that. I’m just teasing.”

“I see. And perhaps being a little bit of a brat,” Caitlin said as she handed me a cup of coffee, slid her hand down my back and lightly caressed my rear end. She looked at me with a mixture of benevolence and lust.

“Such a sexy little sneak you are, Stephanie. Aren’t you?”

I found myself sorry I’d be leaving early. Taking in those green eyes and her thick mane of jet-black hair, I wanted nothing more than another tumble with her before I left.

I looked up straight into her eyes as I sipped the strong black coffee.

“So, what are you going to do about it,” I asked.

I wanted so much for her fingers to lift up the bottom of my T shirt and perhaps give my bare bottom a spanking.

“Well, as a matter of fact my friend is extremely dominant. Much more than me.”

“Oh.”

I thought of the times she had taken control in the bedroom herself. Her friend must be really strict.

“And if someone new is present when she visits me, we have a little rule between us that the new person has to be bound and gagged when introduced.”

“Really? As in tied up?”

“Yes, and well secured before she gets here. So, you are welcome to stay and meet my friend but…”

Her voice trailed off as she turned and took a box from the top of her bookcase.

“Ever been tied up before, Steph? I mean really tied up? Not just playing around handcuffed to the bedposts and getting a couple of smacks on your butt.”

“No, but it sounds interesting.”

I wasn’t just saying that. I was becoming more interested as Caitlin reached into the box and began to uncoil some jumbles of cotton rope. I also noticed some leather straps poking out the top.

“And maybe a little sexy,” I added.

“You’ve got a great body Stephanie and we both know you like to show it off. This might be an opportunity to further explore that part of your personality.”

I pondered her offer for a moment. I had no other plans today and it seemed intriguing.

It wasn’t just a quick tie-up as she started on my wrists after leading me into her office. Caitlin took her time and since I was as sneaky and bratty as she had adroitly observed, I tried to find the knots with my fingers, but they were expertly placed out of reach.

I was surprised when she brought my upper arms together with additional rope. I gave a slight gasp as my elbows met.

“Good,” Caitlin commented. “Your elbows can touch without any apparent difficulty. How does that feel?”

“Nice,” I answered.

I liked it. It was something I hadn’t felt before, and I found the position made my breasts stand out more. This was even more evident as Caitlin reached around and massaged my nipples through my T Shirt.

“Enjoying yourself, I see,” she said cheerfully as my nipples hardened.

She had me sit in a hard back wooden chair, guiding me down and placing my bound arms behind the back of the chair. I was still wearing just the T-shirt, and it hiked up to just below my hips.

She looked down at me, a long black scarf in her hand.

“Now, remember I’m gagging you for a reason. So, keep quiet. I won’t make this as tight as it could be since it’s your first time. But any unsolicited comments from the peanut gallery and I can’t guarantee that you won’t be dealt with more severely.”

I nodded as she walked behind me and tied the scarf between my teeth, knotting it at the back of my neck.

I looked up at Caitlin as she went back to her supplies. The fabric of the scarf had pulled my cheeks back slightly, pinching the corners of my mouth. It was another new feeling that I liked.

Caitlin kneeled down and put a pile of rope down by my feet.

“Now, let’s get to work on these sexy stems of yours.”

When she was done, she had tied my legs together at my ankles, my calves, just below and above my knees and my upper thighs. With each loop of the ropes, I watched her concentrate and work to make the ties neat and symmetrical.

Caitlin added another length of rope to the middle of my ankle tie and connected it to the back of the chair, fixing my bound legs in a taught position as I sat, thoroughly trussed up and gagged.

I thought she was finished but she stood up with more rope in her hand, smiling.

“Aren’t you cute. Let’s just make sure you stay out of trouble.”

Caitlin walked behind me and began to loop rope around my waist and torso, securing my upper body to the chair.

When she was done, all I could do was wiggle my fingers and move my neck.

“How does that feel?”

I nodded my head and let out an affirmative moan.

“Good, now I have to get ready. You just sit tight.”

Caitlin walked out and shut the door.

So many thoughts ran through my mind as I sat in that room, tied to the chair, gagged.

Caitlin had correctly pegged me as a showoff and exhibitionist. I found myself looking down at how the rope pressed into my flesh. Seeing my shapely thighs that I loved to parade in miniskirts and shorts bound tightly together on the seat of the chair, I regretted I wasn’t on display for someone, even strangers.

Or especially strangers.

The excitement of being bound and gagged, secured in this new and vulnerable position while feeling apprehension at the impending arrival of Caitlin’s friend, all merging to keep me aroused. I could feel the moistness building between my legs.

After I heard the knock on the door, my excitement increased. I thought of moaning, playing the damsel in distress, but remembered Caitlin’s admonishment about being quiet.

When the door opened, only Caitlin came in at first while a tall, silhouetted figure remained in the hallway.

I thought I detected an approving nod from the visitor.

“My friend Stephanie,” Caitlin said.

The figure remained silent.

I strained my head a bit to get a better look as the visitor slowly made her way into the room.

My first impression was she was dressed as if the strict mistress of a great ranching empire had decided to come to our humble New York City neighborhood for a summer stroll.

She wore the type of wide brimmed Gaucho hat that I always felt only certain females could pull off, and she certainly did. It looked good on her.

Her leather jacket was appropriate for the autumn weather with a tight cinched waist. Under her jacket was a dark gray sheath dress that came down to her mid-thigh. I could see it also cinched at the waist with a wide brown leather belt.

She had an excellent pair of legs that tapered into exquisite calf length brown leather boots that I was especially taken with. I could tell right away they were high quality and custom made. She remained quiet as she walked closer and cupped my chin in her hand, pulling it up.

“I see what you mean,” she finally said.

Her thin lips were slightly parted and along with well-trimmed eyebrows, suited her as instead of making her face too spare added an arresting severity that offset her expressive slate grey eyes, giving her the piercing intensity of a panther.

Her hair was almost as dark as Caitlin’s but pulled back tight.

She was of indeterminate age to me that first time I saw her but her body and being were made beautiful by an invisible electricity that she discharged as she stood in place, continuing to hold my chin and shifting her gaze to Caitlin.

“Nothing like a cute bondagette on a Saturday morning,” Caitlin said as she walked behind me and began stroking my honey blonde hair.

“Perhaps. Come on,” the woman said as she left the room.

Caitlin kissed me on the forehead.

“Don’t go away.”

Had that really happened? Had they really been in here? It was so quick. As I tried to orientate myself again, I realized they had left the door open. Evidence of their appearance.

Left alone, I could hear traces of their conversation. I may have been the cute bondagette as Caitlin called me, at their disposal, but the continued frustration in not being able to move, not being able to participate or fully show myself off yet was building up.

And turning me on.

I began to increase my struggling, enjoying the challenge in testing Caitlin’s rope work. I thought more and more about her friend, whose name I did not know yet. Envy at not being with them along with other conflicted feelings. I had known from the beginning another woman was coming to see Caitlin, consented to being put into bondage and still had that slight tinge of jealousy coursing through me.

The conflicted feelings added to my arousal.

While I had enjoyed the bondage Caitlin placed me in, I also got a sharp jolt at exposing myself in this helpless position to a stranger. I closed my eyes and imagined I was out in the living room with them, receiving admiring glances and perhaps passionate massages along my bound limbs.

And beyond.

Inadvertently, I began to slightly moan and whimper as I continued to get moist amidst my struggles and my fantasy.

Caitlin reappeared in the doorway; her arms crossed.

“What did I tell you about making too much noise?”

I looked up at her, trying to flirt with my eyes. I could feel how my face had reddened from my exertions.

The visitor came up beside her. She had taken off her jacket, displaying impressive, muscled arms amid the healthy amount of cleavage shown off by her dress.

“I bet she thinks it’s all about her. Rookie mistake.”

She walked toward me and tugged slightly on the scarf.

“I’m surprised Caitlin, this is quite loose and merciful. And no packing, merely window dressing. Let’s remedy that.”

Caitlin left the room again while the tall woman pulled the scarf out of my mouth, so it hung at my neck.

“Good morning. I’m Darla.”

“Hi. It’s nice to meet you,” I said in my most sweet and seductive combination that I could muster for a good impression.

She saw right through me.

“Caitlin was right, you are such a tease. It’s a good thing she tied you up before I came over.”

“Well, she said that was one of your rules. That it’d be required if I wanted to stay and meet you.”

Darla laughed uproariously.

“Oh, my. Is that what she told you? I’ll say one thing she can really sweet talk newbies into the ropes.”

Caitlin had reappeared, carrying some objects in her hands.

“Boy, Caitlin, you are just unbelievable sometimes. You told her she had to be put into bondage before I came?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

“So, Stephanie, still want to see this through? There’s a few more things to do before we’d like to see you loose.”

Darla looked at me with what seemed sincere concern and interest.

“Sure. I don’t mind being a go-mmphff!”

As soon as I agreed, Caitlin had shoved something in my mouth. It felt like cloth.

“That’s great, Steph. Now, I think you’ll enjoy that first layer. Those are the panties I wore last night.”

Panties? Layer? I looked up at both my captors.

This time Darla kissed me on the forehead as she left the room.

“Hang in there, Stephanie. I’m going to get a cup of coffee.”

It was a three-layered gag. After putting the panties in my mouth, Caitlin had taken my original scarf gag and tied it between my teeth, but his time much tighter. She kept my head down as she doubled knotted it behind my neck. When I brought my head up, the scarf pulled even more against my skin bringing my lips back in what felt like an involuntary smile. Much stricter than before.

I saw Caitlin holding a red scarf which she tied over my already gagged lips. There was no mercy as she tied it just as tight as the black one.

“So, how does that feel?”

I tried to speak but it was only a useless garble.

Caitlin leaned down, looked me in the eyes and then kissed my gagged lips through the fabric.

“You’re fun. Don’t go away.”

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