To be her lover

Wouldn't you love to love her

I had not realized that she was going to come over this early. I could not understand why she was here now, but she was. Christine did have a key to the house. I was out of luck. I heard her opening the door and walking in. I knew that she would come into the bedroom and find me on the bed all bound and gagged. There was no way out now. My secret would be known. I almost died with humiliation. I tried to struggle against my bondage for what reason, I am not sure.

When Christine entered the bedroom, she must have been taken by surprise because she just stopped at the door and said "Stevie, what are you doing?"

She rushed over to the bed and took off the blindfold and tried to take the wrist cuffs off, but found that they were locked on good and tight.

"Jeez, someone sure did not want you to get away did they? Where is the key?" Christine had forgotten that I was still gagged. She then unbuckled the strap that held the ball gag in place, and removed the gag but not the nipple clamps, she did not realize that they were attached to my nipples . I then told her that the key was hanging in the middle of the room. She stared at me for a moment but then smiled and looked at me and asked me if I had done this to myself. I told her yes and then she asked me why.

I was caught, what could I do so I explained that I have been practicing bondage for sometime and I had not found someone that I could really trust to tie me up, so I invented ways to tie myself up and still get out without anyone's help. I told her that this was called self-bondage.

Then she asked me what happens if I can not free myself from my self imposed restraint. I explained that I used her as a safety person. Before I placed myself in some restrictive bondage, I would always call her and tell her to come over later that day or evening. Since she had her own key, she always knew to come on inside and wait for me if I was not home. This way, if something was wrong with my bondage, Christine would eventually come along and free me. I also told her about the bucket method in the closet.

Christine just smiled and got up from the bed and walked over to the piece of ice that held the key to my wrist cuffs and untied it from the string. She then walked into the bathroom and melted the ice cube to retrieve the key. When she came back, she held the key up in front of my face and told me, "I guess that I am that someone now, besides you don't have any choice. " She was right. I was still bound very securely and Christine did have the key. Then Christine surprised me by asking me if I would like to spend the rest of the weekend with her tying each other up. She said that she had always been curious about what bondage was like, but she never really had the chance to try it, now she had that chance. I quickly agreed, besides, what choice did I have?

Christine told me that she had to go home and get some different clothes so that she could stay here for the whole weekend. She also said that we could start tying each other up now and that she would finish retying me on the bed, then go home and get her stuff. That sounded good to me.

I told Christine that I kept the rest of my bondage equipment in a suitcase under the bed. Christine pulled the suitcase out and dumped the contents in the middle of the room. She was surprised at all the bondage stuff that I had.

Christine sat down on the floor and examined each piece of equipment. I tried to explain to her the purpose for each piece. I did the best that I could, tied up the way I was. She tried a few of the pieces on herself such as one of my ball gags, a leather collar, and some ankle cuffs. She then picked out two elbow cuffs, and connecting leather strap.

Christine got up from the floor and sat down next to me on the bed. She was admiring my outfit. She liked my corset and loved my boots. She had always wanted a pair of thigh-high ones but settle for the knee highs instead.. Christine and I can wear the same clothes so it would be fun to help her learn about dressing for pleasure.