This is my first story, so please forgive any problems with it. I originally wrote this story for a girl who was very close to my heart, and though she said she loved it, I eventually lost her to someone else. In a way, this was my tribute to her for making me as happy as she did. I will never forget her.

Part 1: Saturday

There was a ring on the doorbell. I basically knew it was her, but I was still madly excited, as though I didn’t know, as though there was a chance it wasn’t her and I was hoping it was.

Sure enough, there she was. Stacey looked fantastic, her brown hair drifting slightly over her eyes, her wonderful body perfectly shown off by her tight top and jeans.

“Hi, you ok?” I asked, smiling. I gazed down at her feet and laughed. “You know me too well!” She was wearing a gorgeous pair of sexy black leather boot - something of a fetish of mine. They went right up to just below her knees, and had buckles going up their length. The high stiletto heels just set the whole thing off perfectly! It certainly set me off...

Stacey just smiled and stared into my eyes. I loved her eyes so much – they were just so expressive. We stood at the door slightly awkwardly for a few moments before she spoke.

“You going to let me in then?” she joked, brushing her hair back.

I apologised with a laugh and held the door open as she dragged her suitcase on rollers in after her, containing her changes of clothes. We’d arranged to have a kinky weekend, and then spend the next week hanging out together, seeing as we both had weeks off that coming week. What with hectic work schedules and living a fair way apart, finding quality time like this was difficult.  I closed the door, and we talked for a bit about our friends in common, what we each had been up to, you know, normal stuff. I made her dinner, and then we watched a film together, but it was obvious we both were thinking about what we were going to be doing. It was almost like we were kids just itching to open their presents on Christmas day. Sitting there, watching her, as she leaned on my shoulder, I was glad I had met her.

Eventually the film ended and the evening started to darken. Stacey stretched slightly, her boots shining in the light and stared seductively at me.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Definitely,” I replied.

With that, I went upstairs into the bathroom to sort myself out while Stacey went to my room. I don’t know why I always went in the bathroom, just a force of habit I guess. I stripped down to my boxers and when I came out, Stacey had a series of ropes and other things on my bed.

 “Arms behind your back,” she instructed, as she grabbed my wrists and began to wrap rope around them and quickly tightened a knot. “On the bed,” she ordered an authoritative tone to her voice that I had grown so accustomed to. Once I was on the bed, she took hold of my ankles and tightly bound these too with coils of rope. I now couldn’t go anywhere if I tried.

“Enjoying yourself?” Stacey asked, playfully.

“So far,” I said smiling.

“Good,” Stacey replied, “but I don’t remember saying you could speak.”

Before I could reply, she quickly stuffed a sponge into my mouth and grabbed one of her long scarves. She wrapped this around my head several times and pulled it tight, forcing the sponge deep into my mouth, and then knotted it tightly, gagging me.

“There we go, I think that’s a lot better, don’t you?” Stacey purred, smiling seductively at me.

“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I tried to reply, but obviously all that could be heard was a muffled cry.

Stacey laughed, “I think it’s time I tied you up bit better.” I groaned, because I knew this would be a very thorough job. Stacey quickly rolled me onto my front and brought out more rope. She then started to tightly tie my elbows together, until it almost felt as though she was bending my joints. Eventually, she cinched the knot and sat me up. She smiled playfully at me as she clambered behind me on the bed and looped another rope around my chest. This she wrapped several times around my chest and over my arms, effectively pinning my arms to my back.

“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I moaned as the bindings grew ever tighter and I became ever more helpless.

“Be quiet, now,” Stacey purred in my ear, “or things will get a lot worse”. I stayed quiet. “Good boy,” Stacey smiled.

With that, she looped another rope around and then tightly tied my arms at my stomach, and then for good measure, repeated it just above my waist. My arms were now well and truly pinned in place. Stacey climbed over me again so she was in front of me, stroking me slightly as she did so, though she made no indication that she meant to do so. That just made it all the more unbearable. She then took more rope and tied it round my thighs tightly, before looking up at me and smiling playfully again, her big blue eyes peering seductively out from the brown hair that had drifted over them. She quickly bound my legs again above and below the knee, before sitting back with her hands on her hips.

“Phew!” she gasped, “That was quite a job! But I think that should be enough....for now anyway.”

“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I moaned, but I was completely helpless now, as Stacey, with a seductive laugh, pushed me down onto the bed.

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I lay there in total bliss. It was about an hour later, and Stacey had spent that time very productively; teasing and taunting me! Stacey giggled as she stroked my leg,

“I do enjoy these little sessions!” The thought did cross my mind that that was somewhat of an understatement. Just then, the door bell rung again. I was confused, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I hoped it wasn’t anything important, because I was enjoying myself way too much. But Stacey just winked at me and said she’d be right back I heard her go down the stairs and open the door. I heard familiar voices. It was some of our friends! What were they doing here? I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but there was laughing and chatting. I heard Stacey welcome them in, and my heart nearly stopped. What was she doing, what if they found me?? She knew I was really self-conscious about my kinks. However, it sounded like they were staying downstairs, and it wasn’t long before I heard Stacey come back into my room, and shut the door behind her.

I looked at Stacey quizzically, wondering what the hell was going on, but she just smiled at me seductively with a curious look in her eyes. Suddenly, she walked over to her suitcase that she had brought upstairs. I was starting to get a little nervous about all this.

It turns out I had every reason too....

I watched as she opened her suitcase slightly and pulled something out. I goggled. “Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I cried.

“I knew this might interest you,” Stacey smiled as she pulled the things out of the suitcase. Slowly, she pulled on a tight, form fitting black leather jacket over her top, and as she turned towards me and approached, she slowly, seductively pulled on a pair of black leather gloves. “Well baby, I have plans for you tonight!” she purred. Suddenly, despite myself, I was starting to feel very aroused. What could she mean?

“You see”, she said, as she climbed up onto the bed, straddling me, with me on my back “I really enjoy these bondage games we have, but I haven’t been out with the others in a few weeks and I’m starting to miss it. But...” she smiled, “I couldn’t deny you the fun of being tied up. That would be mean of me!” She leaned closer until her voice was nearly just a whisper. “So I’ve decided that I’m going to go out tonight with the others, but to be fair, I’m going to leave you tightly bound and gagged here while I’m gone!”

 “MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I cried. She was joking right? We’d never done anything like this before!

Stacey laughed.

“I thought that might be your reaction,” she smiled, “but I’m afraid you don’t really have a say in the matter anymore! The others told me about going out earlier in the week, so I told them they could come here and we’d all go out together!”  She stroked my cheek with a gloved hand. “But now they are here and - oh no – our little friend here isn’t feeling well! He’s lying up in bed with a fever and can’t come!” Stacey giggled as my struggling increased. “I’ve already told them you weren’t feeling well and I’ve come to check on you, one last time to see if you are coming or not. Which of course...” she giggled as she stroked the bulge straining under my boxers, “...you’re not!”

I started to panic a bit and began to thrash around, but Stacey merely squeezed me between her thighs, keeping me still. “Hmmmmm, I was afraid of that...” she mused. She got off of the bed and grabbed another handful of rope. “Let’s make you a bit more secure before I leave, hmmm? Just so you don’t manage to ‘toddle off’ while I’m gone.”

More? How could this get tighter? My legs were more or less welded together and my arms were tightly pinned together against my back. Stacey easily rolled me onto my front, and grabbed my ankles. Before I could resist, she pushed my ankles right against my bum cheeks, and started wrapping rope around my legs. By the time she was finished, my calves where secured tightly to my thighs, with my feet just below my hands at the small of my back. I never would have believed I could have got into that position! Then for good measure, Stacey took my wrists and tightly secured then to my ankles. I was essentially in a very tight and secure hog tie.

“There we are. Do you think that will be enough?” Stacey smiled, looking down at her handiwork.

“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I cried desperately at the tight bonds.

“Oh, of course!” Stacey exclaimed, as she dipped into her suitcase again, and pulled out a real of silver duct tape, “I had better gag you nice and tight before I go. I don’t want you calling for help now do I?” She laughed as she untied the scarf around my mouth and took out the sponge, but before I could say anything, her gloved hand clamped over my mouth. To my surprise, Stacey took away her hand and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. It took me a second to realise I was kissing back. After a few seconds, she pulled away, smiled, and quickly stuffed the sponge back in my mouth and I heard the distinctive ‘rrrriiiiiiipppppppp’of the duct tape as she firmly pressed it over my closed lips and wound the roll several times around my head before ripping it off.

“Well,” she purred, “Just one more thing...” She quickly rolled me back onto my front, took the scarf and wrapped it tightly over my eyes, blindfolding me. I then heard more tape being ripped as she wound it over the scarf, sealing me into my darkness. She laughed evilly as she roughly pushed my head into the pillow, briefly cutting off my air. As she released me, I truly realised how helpless I was. And I also realised how great it felt!

“You know,” Stacey purred in my ear, “This is making me very excited to think that I can go out and enjoy myself with my friends, safe in the knowledge that when I come back, you’ll be here, tightly bound and gagged waiting for me. Just the way I like you – totally helpless!” I felt her get off the bed and whisper “Trust me; this will be one experience you will never forget.”

I felt her kiss me softly on the cheek “I love you so much...”

And with that, I heard the sound of the leather and the click of the heels as she walked away from the bed, leaving her prey squirming on the bed.

“See you later, my toy....” I heard the light click off, “...much later”. I heard as she picked up my keys and opened the door.

“MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I cried desperately as she locked it behind her, but we both knew it was far too late for that. Suddenly, I heard her outside the door.

“Hiya, Stacey, how is he?” It was Kate, one of my friends. She must have come up the stairs.

“No better I’m afraid, he’s gonna sleep it off. He’s running quite a fever. Guess he won’t be coming with us.” I must admit, I’d have believed a voice as sweet and innocent as that!

“Oh no! That’s a bummer!”

“Yeah, well I’m still coming. I’ve let my stuff here because hopefully he’ll feel better later and we can still hang out this week. But if he’s feeling no better when we come back, I’m going back to mine.”

“That’s a shame. Is he sleeping?”

“Yeah,” Stacey replied, “and he’s given me his key so I can get in later.”

“Cool!” exclaimed Kate, “Well, it’s nice to have you with us at least. It’s a real shame; cos you guys were gonna had a cool week planned this week didn’t you? And you both had the week off!”

“Yeah...” said Stacey, acting slightly downhearted. She deserved an Oscar!

“What a bummer! Oh well! Let’s try and have fun for him! The others are already outside. Come on, it’ll be a good night!”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be...” Stacey purred, as I heard there footsteps going down the stairs, their voices becoming impossible to hear. There was a little more chatting, and then I heard the door slam as they all left the house.

“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I cried as I struggled for a moment against my bonds, but they were far too tight and my gag was very secure. I realised that I was in for a very long night.

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“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I groaned.

What with the blindfold, I had no idea what time it was. They had left at 11pm, but it felt like they had been gone for hours. Suddenly, I heard the front door open and voices downstairs! She was back! Finally! But instead of coming into the room, I heard her shouts fade as she went into the kitchen with the others. She’d invited them in? Surely she wasn’t going to have another drink? Didn’t she realise how uncomfortable I was getting? Knowing she was in the other room, putting up this facade of innocence aroused me even more, and thus frustrated me even more. Eventually, I heard her wish the others goodnight and, joy of joys, the front door closed and I heard steps coming up the stairs, the door unlock and the light turn on.

“Well, well...” Stacey purred, as she slowly stepped into the room, “Has my little baby enjoy himself?” Suddenly, she ripped off the blindfold and I was stunned by the bright light.

“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I groaned.

Stacey laughed, “Well I guess you want me to release you now...” I nodded my head, I was very stiff. “Well, I’m afraid that won’t be happening just yet,” Stacey purred, smiling mischievously. I looked at her incredulously. “Well, after all that effort tying you so very effectively, do you really think I’d let you go now? I have you right where I want you...” She smiled. I groaned as the realisation that this was far from over hit me.

“But,” she said, “I’m tired of it here. I’m taking you home with me!” With that, she opened up the suitcase fully, and I saw there actually wasn’t anything in it. I gulped “You see sweetie, I’ve already told the others how you phoned me earlier, telling me that you were so ill you were going back to your parents for the week, so no-one expects to see you. That means I have you all to myself for all that time. And even if they don’t hear about that, we were going off this week anyway. No-one would be expecting to see you, here or at work!” She purred and stroked my leg, “Aren’t I a lucky girl?”

Slowly, Stacey eased me off of the bed and into the open case. It was a tight squeeze (I admit my squirming probably didn’t help her), but what with the way I was bound, she managed it. She pressed my bound form into the suitcase with one of her gorgeous black boots, and smiled at my squirming as she applied a ‘firm’ pressure to my boxers. She smiled seductively at me and stroked my face.

“Any last ‘mmphs’, my honey bun?”. I tried to reply, but my gagged response brought nothing but a mocking laugh as Stacey brought down the lid of the suitcase and tightly zipped me into it. There was a ‘click’ as Stacey secured the zips with a padlock. I felt her stroking the case, and without another word, she picked the suitcase up on its rollers, and left my room, locking the door behind her again. Before anyone could have queried her, Stacey had confidently stepped out the house and out onto the drive, her tightly bound, gagged and bagged prize safely beside her. I wasn’t in the case for long. I passed the time listening to the click of her heels on the concrete and imagined her sexy leather clad boots with me being dragged right behind them, until I felt her heave me up and dump me on something. I heard a clunk, and realised she’d just stowed her ‘luggage’ safely in the trunk of her car. I just lay there, horribly aroused, hearing the faint sound of the radio as Stacey drove. I can only imagine how turned on she must have been knowing what was in the boot.

Eventually, we arrived at Stacey’s house, and after locking the door, she quickly got her new toy out.

“I’m looking forward to playing with you!” she purred, as she teased me for a little bit, before consenting that I needed to be untied a bit. She let me get up and go to the toilet, though my hands were still bound, and took off my gag so I could drink.

I gestured for her to untie my hands, but she merely laughed. “I’m afraid not, my love,” she admitted, “You’re my prisoner, my toy. I can’t very well let you be unbound can I? You may try and escape. No, you will be bound tonight!”

“Please...” I reasoned.

“Don’t worry,” she assured me, “it won’t be too severe. Now come!” She led me into the bathroom, me following like an eager puppy, and retied my wrists in front of me.

“Now if you are nice and quiet and behave while I tie you up, I won’t gag you overnight. Do you understand?” she queried, holding her red ball gag that we’d used in our games before, dangling it seductively in front of my face. I nodded the affirmative.

“You’re such a good boy!” Stacey cheered.

With more rope, she bound my ankles together again and sat me down on the bathroom floor. She them tied my knees just to make sure I wouldn’t be walking anywhere, and then tied a long piece of rope to my wrists. She smiled as she then took this up to shower railing on the ceiling and tied the other end here, pulling my arms up so I was more or less held in place. There was defiantly no escape.

“Perfect!” she smiled, “Now, you remembered what I said about the gag?” I nodded, hesitantly.

“Well, I lied,” Stacey smiled, as she quickly pressed the rubber ball into my mouth and tightly bucked the strap behind my head.

“Mmmmmmpphhhhhh,” I cried, feeling slightly betrayed, but very aroused. Stacey smiled as she saw how excited I was getting, and replied by pressing down firmly on it with her booted foot.  “MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH,” I cried, to which Stacey laughed again.

“Goodnight, my love,” she said. She kissed my gag and gave me a loving smile. Despite all this, I knew she loved me and would never do anything to hurt me.

 As she walked out of the room, she smiled “Sweet dreams!”

And with just a little wave, she turned off the light and shut the door, leaving me for an interesting night...

10.02.10