She dropped her purse on a table in the room and walked over to me.
As she approched me one of the bondage magazines I had layed out beforehand on the floor caught her I eye and she picked it up and started thumbing through it. I nodded my head "YES" "Well I don't think you do" she pouted sweetly, "I think you deserved to be punished" She grabbed another magazine up off the floor and still holding the key stood up and absently walked around the apartment floor until she stood directly in front of me. She pulled a cigarette and lighter from inside and than snapped the purse closed.
I then ball-gagged myself, tightening the strap tightly behind my head.
I placed a blindfold (actually the eye shades you get on the airplanes) on my forehead.
I tried to signal her with my head and with as much sound as I could that the key was right there to free me with but she was obviously ingrossed in the pictures and ignored me. " She said to herself as I reeled in the string inorder to retrieve the key. My meager attempts to get her attention were futile. She dropped the magazine to the floor and after staring down at me for a few seconds walked over to the table and dropped the key into her purse. She placed the bag high up on the mantel of the fireplace and walked over to sit in the chair closest to where my head lay on the floor. "Don't look so nervous this is going to be fun." and she stroked the tip of my nose with the toe of her shoe.
Very occasionally, we would both be tied up, one tying the other and then getting into a self-bondage situation. One Saturday, Sheila had arranged to go to see a movie with friends (I'm not a movie fan) and my boyfriend had had to go home, so I was looking forward to a fairly boring day. I made sure the door was locked and my emergency escape knife was close to where my hand would be. Preparation involved tying three cinch "noose" loops to the two bottom bed posts and one of the head posts.We fooled around for a few minutes and she commented that she had to leave, her parents wanted her home before 11 and it was 1045.I told her to stay a little longer but she didnt want to get in trouble. We both enjoyed bondage and took turns tieing each other up. Since we both worked different shifts, she worked during the day at an office as a secretary, I would wait for her to leave and then bring out my various belts, ties and a pair of her pantyhose. This story goes back a few years and is about an expierence I had with my live in girlfriend."well what if I tied you up and kept you here against your will? She smiled,"That wouldn't work, I'd just escape." I informed her that escape would be impossible. I tied her ankles together then ran a long piece of rope from her bound ankles to the frame under the bed, she was stretched out nicely.She laid back on the bed and said "It's a shame you don't have any rope or we could find out." With that I headed the closet and pulled out several pieces of rope. I strapped a belt around her legs just above her knees and stepped back to admire my work. I found two bandanas and rolled up one in a ball, "This will keep you quiet." She readily excepted the gag, but seemed a little concerned, she later told me she didnt expect me to be so into the tying game. There is hope to find the right partner if you try. When I heard the key being used on the door I knew Shari had returned home. There was no time to free myself and I knew I would have alot of explaining to do. I met one woman that loved being gagged with tape and tied lots . I met another in another state that loved being tied and spanked lots. I always locked the door for these times so I wouldn't be surprised.I checked everything again and stripped down to my panties.For the tie up, I first slipped my ankles into the lower cinches and pulled them tight.