Our Hobby

by Tom (Helen) Bounds

 

Sometimes when I have to go to the office for a few hours on Saturday or Sunday, I will wrap up a package to open at my leisure when I return. When my wife goes to the store she will do the same if Helen is around. Helen is my CD self who also enjoys bondage. We both enjoy this enforced quiet time, but especially we both enjoy the unwrapping. Rest assured that when one of us is left, there is always a means of escape provided, it may require some effort, but escape is always possible.

This Saturday was to be one of our special days and Helen had really done a job in selecting the outfit. A wig of long blonde trusses covered my normally short black hair, my top was light blue stretch nylon and my skirt was a light blue mini from the early 70's that seemed to flare out from my padded hips and end as soon as allowed. Between them was a two inch wide white belt. My legs wee encased in shiny smooth pantyhose that gracefully flowed down to white sandals with four-inch heels. The jewelry was minimal with white loop earrings and a white choker. Of course there were no bracelets or anything else on my wrists. My makeup was just right to give the "wide-eyed" little girl affect that set off the theme of the whole outfit. From the shape of the outside there was no doubt what was beneath it all. My bra was one of those non-stretch cotton "industrial strength" types that really pulled the 36DD water balloons up and out and held them rigidly in place. None of these "controlled droop" bras would do. They could not jiggle if I were on a reducing machine. The lace up corset cinched my waist down to 29 inches, which is quite a way from 35 inches. From that the padded hips took care of any tummy bulge and flared out to 40 inches. The perfect waist to hip ratio of .70. The sight so impressed my wife that she almost decided not to go to the store. All of the underthings were white of course, along with a white lacy mini slip. What else would a wide-eyed little girl wear?

After breakfast she went to get the ropes and things while I cleaned up the kitchen. As she quietly came into the room I had just hung up the phone and was standing at the sink rinsing thing and running the water. I did not hear her come up behind me and I didn't know she was there until she grabbed me and stuck a three-inch penis gag in my mouth. I now grabbed at the gag but to no avail because she had quickly buckled it behind my head. Since I was struggling with the gag, it was very easy to take a hold of my wrists with handcuffs and pull them behind my back. Then they were secured with a cotton rope and cuffs removed. The method of tying was inescapable and reasonably comfortable for extended periods.

I was really trying to get her to remove the gag, shaking my head and long blond hair back and forth, pulling on my wrist ropes and making lots of strange unintelligible noises thru the gag. This was something new to her and she really thought it was exciting. The next twenty minutes was spent securing me to one of the high back kitchen chairs. The whole time I was trying to get her to remove the gag. After slipping my arms over the back of the chair and sitting me down, her main problem was keeping me there for I kept trying to stand up, all the time trying to talk through the gag. Several strands of rope were quickly put around my waist pulling me tightly up against the back of the chair, but this didn't slow me down much, I kept standing up with the chair. So her next task was to secure my ankles with four turns of rope and a couple wraps in between, but this didn't stop me so she rocked the chair back and pulled my feet underneath to trap them and this only slowed me down, so she quickly ran a rope from my wrists to my ankle, lifting them off of the floor. Finally, I had to settle down because of the strain on my arms.

Now that I was caught she set about adding the trim. First came the rope above the knees holding my smooth nyloned thighs together. Next she secured my shoulders to the back of the chair. Looping the ropes between my arm and my side up over my shoulder through the back of the chair, across the back of the chair, over the other shoulder down between my arm and side and back out thru the chair. When my shoulders are pulled back against the chair and secured, those double D's look like they're going to tear right through the blue nylon top. This also provides the opportunity to run her hands over those rigid thrusting mound and up my nylon covered legs to the whit nylon panties. Most of the time this is a pleasurable experience for both of us but this time I had to talk to her so she wouldn't leave me like this. The finishing touches consisted of a few strands bringing my elbows closer together and the up to the shoulder ropes so I couldn't slide them down my arms and finally a few strands over my thighs down under my feet to take the strain off of my arms. With that, the package was complete and what an exciting package it was, so pretty, so sexy, so secure and so upset, pulling and straining at the ropes and making noises through the gag. But she thought I was just acting and putting on a show for her but I really needed to talk to her.

Before she left she positioned my chair in the middle of the kitchen floor where I could not be seen from the back door but I could see out the window through the curtains. Then she put a knife on another chair about six feet away as my method of escape. I would have to hop my chair because my feet were off of the floor, but since I was so securely attached to it, it is possible to move the chair to the knife. Regrettably for me and for herm she left that fantastic package in the middle of the kitchen and went off for shopping.

What happened after that can barely be described in language that will not prohibit publication, but I'll try to do so: it seems that the phone call I got while rinsing the dishes was from her mother saying that she and a couple of her friends would be bye about 11 am to pick up some jars of my wife's homemade apple sauce made with honey for the church bake sale. It was 10:30 when my wife went out the door to go shopping. I had 30 minutes to get loose, remove the wig, the clothes, the make-up, and some how hide the rope and gag marks, but here I sat securely bound to the chair. My plan was to put the jars on the back patio and be taking a shower when they arrived.

Obviously, mother is not aware of our hobby.

As my wife went out the door, I immediately started hopping the chair toward the knife. I was making good progress and was about a foot away from the chair with the knife on it when the right rear leg of the chair I was on, broke and down I went to the floor on my right side. Fortunately, there was no serious injury. The big problem was that I was on the floor and the knife was up on the chair and my mobility was greatly reduced. Finally, with great effort, I worked my way close enough to the chair with the knife to get a hand on the front leg. I passed the leg from my lower hand to the upper hand which tilted the chair enough for the knife t slide off and onto the floor. As I started to wiggle to where I thought the knife fell, I heard my mother-in –law's car drive up. It had taken me a half an hour to get absolutely nowhere. I panicked; there was no way to get free in time, even if I could locate the knife on the floor. I tried to think of an explanation that would explain why I was completely dressed as a woman, make-up and all, and tied to a chair. Maybe a robber story would explain the bondage, but it would never explain the way I was dressed and the make-up. Maybe a costume party and then a robber? That wouldn't float for a Saturday morning with nothing missing in the house. By this time I could hear the ladies chattering and the doorknob turning. I froze and my mind raced through all kinds of things, what to say, how to act, should I lay quietly or be struggling? I realized that I had not taken a breath for some time and even recalled a time when my mother had found me hogtied in the backyard where a neighbor girl had left me.

Suddenly, I realized that the door had not opened; it was locked! I lay there very very quiet, as if I could do anything else, as Mother kept trying the door and ringing the doorbell. This only relieved me for a little while since I realized that she had her own key. I could hear her explaining to her friends that she had just talked to me and cannot understand where I had gone; which is why she had not brought her key. When I heard that I suddenly realized again it had been sometime since I had taken a breath and that the ropes felt very much tighter or at least I was more aware of their presence. She tried the other two doors and then drove away. If she went to the neighbor for a key, she would be back in 15 minutes. If she went home, it would be an hour. Hopefully, she would not remember the neighbors had a key.

I pulled and twisted and struggled against the ropes again in hopes of something coming loose with the fall or with all the squirming, but only the ropes that went over my thighs and under my feet were a little bit looser, but that didn't help at all. With all the activity, breathing was becoming difficult, especially with the tight corset and 3-inch penis gag. At this point I was thoughts about my wife and the wonderful job she had done on my wrists and ankles, very secure but not too tight and so cleverly linked together so I could not use my feet. But the part I was happiest about was being so rigidly attached to the back of the chair at the waist and shoulders. That reduced my mobility more than anything else. Actually, if thoughts could kill, she would no longer be with us.

Since I couldn't work free of the ropes, my effort continued toward finding the knife. I wiggled and scooted the chair until the knife bumped my foot so at least I knew where it was. When I got my hand on it , the first rope to be cut was the connection between my wrists and ankles, however this didn't help much since there was still the ropes that went over my thighs and under my feet, but it did take the strain off of my arms. Next I twisted the knife around to work on the ropes that held my wrist so securely. Suddenly, a car pulled into the driveway; again panic set in; trying to free myself before my mother-in-law came in the back door. As I worked frantically the doorbell rang; it wasn't her. By the time my wrists and elbows were cut free, the doorbell rang again. From my position on the floor, I could not see who it was. As I separated myself fro the chair, the care drove away. We never did find out who it was.

I had just finished removing all of the ropes when my mother-in-law's car drove up the driveway. Since there was no way to explain the clothing, make-up, wig, womanly shape and rope marks, I decided to hide. I quickly leaned the chair against the wall, grabbed the ropes and knife, jumped into the half bath off the kitchen, closed the door and locked it. I listened to her come in the back door chatting with her friends, go to the pantry, pick up the applesauce and go back out the door. Again, I realize that I had not taken a breath for a while, being so intent on listening and being quiet. I also realized that I had not removed the penis gag.

When my wife arrived home anticipating the task of unwrapping the waiting package with the usual teasing, she was very mush surprised. My underwear, bra, corset, etc had not changed, but the shoes, pantyhose, skirt, belt, top, jewelry and wig had all been changed to BLACK! She knew that she was in trouble but it was many hours later before she knew why. Maybe sometime I'll tell you about what happened to her that evening.

As a result of what had occurred that morning, we have done two things: devised signals for a gagged person and purchased stronger kitchen chairs.

I had never been so scared, so may times in one day; first when the chair fell, then when Mother came, then the stranger and finally when Mother came back. Looking back on the events of the day, it was the most exciting CD bondage experience I ever had. The attached photos, if I can do it, are a recreation of the way I was tied since that Saturday morning was a little too busy for pictures. You will note that I am secured to a STEEL chair.

  

  

  

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