Binding Christie
story by Anonymous
I had known Christie for a long time, since we were in grade school. I was drawn to her for two reasons. First, she was a cool girl who seemed disease free from cooties. Second, since this was a private grade school, most of the girls wore navy blue tights along with their plaid green skirts during the long winter months. As you might know, I’ve loved the feel , smell, and taste of tights and anything hosiery related for as long as I can remember.
In addition to being a huge lover of hosiery, I also discovered at this early age that I enjoyed tying up girls, especially Christie. I had always gotten a strange feeling in my stomach whenever I watched TV shows or movies with tied up actresses. The feeling was easily dismissed until that one fateful afternoon recess so long ago.
Christie had worn the usual school girl uniform complete with tights. And us being friends, we decided to play a game with the other children called “Round up the Girls” or something along those lines. Basically, the guys would steal the girls’ jump ropes and round them up under the jungle gym. However, in my pursuit of Christie we had gotten separated on the other side of the playground. I told her I’d have to tie her hands behind her back with the jump rope and lead her back to the stable with the other girls as I couldn’t trust her not to escape. To my complete surprise, she agreed and even turned around for me to do so. I remember feeling a morbid satisfaction with watching her squirm in her jump rope, especially with those tights on. The best part was leading her back to the other children, who all laughed at my impressive display of knot tying ability. Who else could tie knots on a tenth grade level? The bell rang soon and we were ushered inside for more rigorous learning. I’ll never forget that first time I tied up Christie. Not even after the ten years that have passed since then.
Christie and I both wound up going to the same college, imagine that. Now that I think back, it really is remarkable that we have remained such close friends over all these years. One might ask why we never tried dating, but they might be surprised to know that I did try at one time, but it didn’t work out. Then one of my other good friends turned out to have a crush on her while she was dating someone else. Needless to say, I did not want to add further complications to her life.
Anyway, enough of this background information. Like I said before, I never forgot that first experience tying her up. There were several more similar experiences over the years, but they tapered off as she got into relationships with other guys.
Apparently, she had not forgotten the experience either.
“Do you remember that one time way back in grade school when you tied me up outside during recess?” she asked suddenly while we walked along the campus pathway.
“Of course, how could I forget?”
“It was fun, wasn’t it?” she said with a devilish look in her eye.
Christie had been single for a while now, as had I. “What are you getting at?” I pressed.
“So tell me, did you like tying up a poor little school girl?” she giggled.
What had gotten into her?
I blushed.
“I have to tell you something, Jason,” she said in a serious tone.
“Ok.”
“I was bad. I looked on your laptop at the Student Center when you went to get your lunch. I found some interesting things in your history folder.”
Oh crap. I was both angry and extremely embarrassed.
“Why did you do that? Invading my privacy?” I began to saunter off until she grabbed my arm from behind.
“Wait. It…well…it excited me. It excited me back then and when I saw those sites, especially the ones about tights and bondage, I felt that same excitement.”
“So what are you saying?”
“Tie me up and take me, Jason! I’ve been standing here in front of you for a while now. Are you going to let me slip by you again?”
Before I could think of a reply, I had grabbed her and pressed my lips against hers. We lingered there together until the clock tower told us it was time for class.
Several days later I had everything prepared. I could barely see in the darkness, but I wanted this to be a surprise.
The door unlocked and Christie’s silhouette appeared against the light in the hall. I could tell from the outline that she had come from her aerobics class. Christie had a very attractive, firm body that was accentuated by the shimmery tan tights encasing those long legs and the biketard hugging her sweet upper body. Oh blessed hormones.
Before she had turned on the light, I was behind her with my hand over her mouth.
I whispered, “Time for Round up Christie, except this time it’s adult rated.”
I could actually feel her melt against my arm pinning hold. Though she struggled, it was only for show. Plus it turned her on to struggle, especially when she wore her aerobic outfit. She always said how vulnerable it made her feel walking across campus wearing it, and how it aroused her.
“You look so sexy in that outfit, I might just have to tie you up to keep you from changing out if it,” I said still holding her hands behind her back and my hand over her mouth.
She moaned.
I grinded my engorged penis against the tight spandex clinging to her firm ass cheeks.
Before I had second thoughts on binding her, I pushed her down on the bed, pressing my knee into the small of her back. Carefully, but quickly, I tied her hands securely behind her back.
Immediately she tried to get loose, but discovered I had tied the knots well out of the reach of her fingers.
“So you think you like bondage, eh Christie? We’ll see just how much you can take.”
I ran my hands along her spandex covered body. Her thighs felt so warm against the silky texture of her tan tights. Without a second thought, I squeezed the insides of her thighs and moved slowly upwards. Surprisingly, there was a growing dampness in her crotch.
Without anymore words, I moved on to her ankles, then knees, and finally her thighs. There was no way she was getting out this dorm room without me untying her. Unless she found a pair of scissors. I decided to change that.
“So you take aerobics, huh? Think you’re pretty flexible?”
She nodded her head vigorously. I wasn’t the only one who wanted to see how much she could take.
I looped a gracious amount of rope around her elbows and slowly brought them together behind her back. She moaned into the bed as I brought them to the point of nearly touching.
“Psh, is that all you have Mr. Stalker?” she said sweetly in a pious way.
I finished tying the knots, but left a lengthy amount of rope along her back. I would use this later. But before continuing, I reached into my bag and pulled out Christie’s next surprise.
“Open up!” I said as I forced a pair of panties into her mouth.
She rolled her eyes as I finished tying the cleave gag behind her head, holding the panties inside her mouth as well as muffling her sexy groans.
With her elbows, wrists, and legs tied, there was no way she could free herself without my assistance.
I wasn’t finished with her yet, though.
I forced her on her feet and stood behind her as I brought the extra lengths of rope from her elbow tie around her chest. Mimicking a bondage website on how to tie chest harnesses, I fashioned for Christie a very secure bikini harness. I allowed my hands to grope her breasts several times while tying. The hardness in my pants nearly exploded as I felt her vulnerable chest through the thin spandex fabric of her biketard.
All Christie could do now was feebly struggle and moan into her cleave gag. All of which she did with diligence, turning both herself and me on like the crazy, sex-crazed college kids that we are.
With her breasts tied securely along with her upper arms, I decided to push Christie just a little more. Her cheeks were quite flushed already, so I hoped she’d like what I was about to do.
Without giving her a chance to see what I was doing, I made several loops of rope around her waist. Then, following a technique I had found online, I brought it down between her thighs and up through her butt crack.
Immediately her leg muscles tensed and she struggled to hold herself on balance. Her breath quickened and sweat had formed on the parts of her body not covered by her tights and biketard.
“Does my little Christie like this rope?” I asked tugging it gently from behind, rubbing it against her helpless pussy.
She nodded yes and almost lost her balance again as I pulled the rope harder, pressing the tights against her helpless clit. Christie never wore underwear when she wore her aerobic attire. She said it made funny lines in the biketard. Maybe now she wished she had worn underwear. Or better yet, maybe she was glad she hadn’t.
I continued tugging the rope at random intervals, causing her body to convulse and sway until I finally had to catch her.
“You want me to keep doing that, don’t you?”
She nodded yes.
“Well, too bad, Christie. You see, you were a very bad girl. You went through my personal computer with no care for my privacy. That wasn’t very nice, and now you’ll pay the price.”
I was partly serious. Though I was having the time of my life, I did intend to punish her for what she had done.
I finished the crotch rope by tightly tying it behind her back. However, I was worried she might get herself off by tugging on it so I decided to place her in an advanced tie. I debated on it for a second since she was, after all, new to serious bondage.
Then I looked at her. The white rope keeping those firm legs helplessly tied together with those hands and elbows inescapably bound behind her back. Then there was her chest. Those luscious breasts pressing against the spandex of her biketard while the ropes held them back ever so tightly. Finally, her lovely face. Those big brownish green eyes staring at me from over the gag, her flowing brown hair framing the picture of her loveliness. Her moans were faint, but very erotic and inescapable.
“Your eyes might try to seduce me, but I’ve made up my mind. You’re going to be punished,” I said taking another length of rope.
Tying several lengths around her wrists, I bent her forwards as I raised her wrists towards the ceiling.
I could smell the dampness now and knew this might not be a punishment after all…
To Be Continued ....
... By Jason
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Story posted by Anonymous
on Wednesday, February 01, 2006 @ 15:03:22 PST
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