Ropes, Tape & Chains

~FEMDOM~

Based on a real experience.

I don't remember if I mentioned it before in my previous stories, but since I saw one particular episode of pokemon as a kid, one where the team rocket leaves some guy tied and gagged in the bathroom in his boxers, I knew I was into bondage. Then was Aladdin, Batman, and so on until I reach my adolescent years.

I was a horny teenager, as most of them, but not for sex, instead, I was desperate to be tied up and gagged in my tight briefs, which was the only choice of underwear I used on those days, well still am, because I want to be ready if some bully in school decided to tied my up as a joke, or someone decided to kidnap me.

Of course, they were all fantasies, nothing like that ever happen to me,buuuu-ut,  I was lucky enough to have one particular girl,  in my classroom in my second year of high school, responsible for the best bondage experiences I ever had.

Let's call her M. She was a big girl, a bit taller than me, and she was repeating a class for the second time.

Long story short, I started to talk with her because she was an excellent illustrator, seriously, really good for that age.
She was also very kind and polite, so we start talking on the very first day of class.

Long story short, months passed and in one of our conversations we find out that we both love bondage.
Before I knew it, I was again in front of her house, not to watch anime this time, but to be tied up.

She received me like always, escorting me to her room as if we had nothing planned for tonight.
She lived only with her mother, but she rarely made herself see or heard, so it was basically as if we were all alone.

She closed the door of her room and said to me, "are you wearing them?"

"Yeah," I said a little nervous, knowing she was referring to her request. Red tight briefs.

"Good. I want you to wear those also. You have five minutes," she said and leave me alone in her room.

I looked where she pointed and saw on her bed a sealed package of black stockings and a corset of the same color.

I undressed quickly and I start with the corset, as I feared it would be difficult to put, and just as M enter the room again I was finishing to put the last stocking in my right leg.
They felt so good. Soft but tight, my kind of clothes. I will definitely start using them after tonight.

"Good boy. Now kneel." She said and I obeyed instantly.
She talked to me differently than she used to, with more authority and not as friendly as before.

I felt the cold steel while she put some chains in my wrist and ankles, and then a few around my chest.
When she finished, I felt a strong hand grabbing on side of my ass, squeezing it like if she wanted to get some juice out of one of my cheeks.

"Aaaah-" I said more because of the jump scare than the pain.

"Shhh...we didn't even start yet."

I hear how she pick a few things from her dresser and came again sitting in front of me.

"Stay still," she said opening a red lipstick. She put some on my lips and made me press my lips together cleaning some excess with her thumb.
After, she put some mascara in my eyes lashes, to then drag me to a mirror.

"It looks well on you, and, you seem to like it also,"

I saw my reflection and I was so hard that the tip of my penis was coming out from my red briefs along with some pre-cum.

"You really are a good boy, but, I have to make sure you stay quiet for what coming next," M said putting a ball gag in my mouth feeling it like the size of a whole orange.

"Gghasjsjs-"

"Shhh," she said while finishing securing it around my mouth."Now we are almost set. I just want to make a small change in your outfit."

M grab a pair of scissors from her desk and start to get closer to my crotch.

"GGgghoph!"

She ignored my complaints and grabbing me by the hips made me turn around, holding me so I won't fall and starting cutting my briefs until they were a thong.

"Much better."

"Gggggph!" I protested. They were one of my favorites, but it was a small price to pay.

M slap me.

"Stay quiet." And she slapped me again, "Nod you head if you understand."

I nod, spilling some saliva from my mouth.

She then grabbed me by the chains and pushed me right on her bed, starting to slap my ass hard in just seconds.

I have to block her with my hands so she would stop, feeling the burning sensation in my cheeks.

"Fine, let see how long you endure some hot wax."

M acted like a pro, having all prepared, getting a candle and matches on her hands like a magician.

Each time I felt the hot drops touching my cold body, I jumped on the bed, until she secured me to it, putting some dog leash on my neck and tying the other end to the headboard.

"You are being a good boy that I think is  time to your reward."

Judging by how this night was going, I knew it can be anything good.
And I was dead right. M started to torture me in the worst way possible. Tickling me.

Side note for all you people who are reading this, I'm extremely ticklish, really, you have no idea, just touching me at some specific points makes me contort like a worm.
M discovered in no time which points I was talking about. They were hard to find, as I have more than a few.

"Gigkfdksksldph!"

"What did I say about being quiet?" She said now tickling me with both of her hands.

"GAGAHAHASHAGGHPH!!!"

"I'll stop when you understand this basic premise,"

"GKHHLDKDLPPH!"

It was impossible for me to control that particular impulse, so I could be in this predicament until she gave up, which it didn't seem to be happening any time soon.
Now, for the first time, I want to get free and make her stop, fighting with the chains but they were well secured.

The leash around my neck started to get tighter as I moved like crazy, screaming the loud as I could so her mother could hear me and come to my rescue.

Before that could even occur, I began choking with my own saliva.

M quickly take out the ball gag of my mouth and the leash of my neck and moved my body so I can spit and catch my breath more easier.

"Relax boy, I got you,"

"No...more...tickles...please-"