Tied Up in a Bar
I was recently tied up by a man that i met online. We corresponded for a while and he expressed an interest in tying me up. After some discussion, i agreed to be tied up in a bar that he owned during business hours.
It was about 5:00 Friday evening when i parked in the alley behind the bar and called him to open the door. He smiled as he let me inside and led me into his office and closed and locked the door.
"Strip down to your underwear."
I hesitated, we had not discussed this and i was wearing bright purple women's panties. i finally stripped down to my panties, a bit embarrassed.
He laughed and pointed to a chair, "You are a real sissy faggot. Sit down and put your hands behind your back."
I sat and put my hands behind me. He tied my wrists, then connected my wrist rope to a back rung of the chair. He tied a rope to each of my ankles, then pulled them back and tied them to the back legs of the chair. He tied rope around my upper arms then around my chest holding me tightly to the chair.
"Comfy, faggot? Now for your mouth."
He twirled a bar towel into a strip and tied a knot in the middle. i opened my mouth and allowed him to put the knot in, then he tied the towel tightly behind my neck. He picked up a camera from his desk and took my picture.
"There, that should hold you for a while. I'll check on you from time to time. If you get loose, you get free drinks for the evening. If not, you'll have to suck my dick... at the very least."
He left the room and locked the door. i struggled at the ropes. my feet were bound so that they were off the ground so i couldn't move the chair.i worked at the gag, why i'm not sure. i had no desire to be found tied to a chair in purple panties. After an hour he returned and checked my bonds. The gag had loosened a little so he tightened it, then got a roll of duct tape and taped over it wrapping the tape around my head three times. He pinched one of my nipples hard. i cried into the gag and he smiled. "There, that will keep you quiet. I'll be back in an hour. Don't run off."
Some time over the next hour, i stopped struggling and resigned myself that i was his captive until he decided to free me. And that i would likely have to provide him with sexual pleasure in order to be freed. It was just over an hour when he returned again and checked my bonds. Satisfied that i was sufficiently restrained, he did some paperwork at his desk. After a while he got up and wrote F-A-G-G-O-T on my chest in red lipstick and took another picture. "We're getting busy so it may be a couple of hours before I can get back in here."
He turned my chair so that i was facing a large mirror on the wall and left, locking the door again. i stared at myself in the mirror, helplessly bound and gagged with the big red letters F-A-G-G-O-T on my chest. i could hear activity in the hall outside and wondered what the customers would think if they knew that there was someone tied to a chair and gagged just behind the office door. A little over two hours later, he came back in the room. "Damn, we're busy tonight. I see that you're still here. You don't seem to be getting loose."
i shook my head.
"Let's see if I can give you some motivation."
i watched him get nipple clamps out of his desk. i shook my head 'no' as he sucked my left nipple until it was hard. i cried into the gag when he put a clamp on it. Next he sucked my right nipple and clamped it. "Does that hurt?"
i nodded.
He laughed and took another picture, "I'll give you another hour."
He left again, i panicked because i didn't hear him lock the door. Now i could stare at myself in the mirror, bound and gagged with the big red letters F-A-G-G-O-T on my chest and a pair of nipple clamps on my nipples.
The clock showed just after 10:00 when he returned. i had been tied to the chair and gagged for five hours. He immediately removed the nipple clamps. Nipple clamps hurt but after a while it becomes a dull throb. The worse pain is when the clamps are removed and blood rushes back into the nipple. i screamed into my gag when he pulled the clamps off. "Damn faggot, you've got me all turned on. I think that it's about time to fuck you."
He untied my ankles and the rope connecting my wrists to the rung of the chair and helped me to my feet. He slid my panties down my legs, "Step out of those and go kneel across that footstool."
I stepped out of my panties and awkwardly knelt with my belly on the footstool. He knelt between my legs and spit on my rosebud. i felt his dick at my rosebud and heard him spit several more times. He pushed inside of me and i screamed into the gag. My muffled screams seemed to excite him as I felt his dick grow inside of me. He held my hips as he fucked me. After what seemed to be a long time, i heard him gasp and felt his cum inside me. He pulled out and sat in his chair, "Come here."
i crawled over to him, hands still bound behind me. He unwrapped the tape from my head, then untied and allowed me to spit out the gag. He took the lipstick and drew a circle around my mouth then wrote on each cheek. He turned me to the mirror so that i could see that he had written W-H-O-R-E on my face in lipstick with the O being my mouth. Not very original, but still humiliating. He pulled my head into his crotch, "Now suck me, faggot."
i took him into my mouth, licking his dick clean of the cum and shit. i bobbed my head up and down on his dick and felt him stiffen in my mouth. Once he was hard, he held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth. i gagged and choked on his dick until finally he shot his load. i swallowed as fast as i could but some of his cum drooled out of my mouth. He helped me to stand and took one last picture before untying my hands. "Get dressed, faggot."
i dressed and he led me back out the door. i had to drive home with W-H-O-R-E still written on my face. When i got home, i had an email from him. It was a picture of me standing with my hands tied behind me, F-A-G-G-O-T written on my chest, W-H-O-R-E written on my face and cum drooling from my mouth along with the words, "I own you now, faggot."
It was about 5:00 Friday evening when i parked in the alley behind the bar and called him to open the door. He smiled as he let me inside and led me into his office and closed and locked the door.
"Strip down to your underwear."
I hesitated, we had not discussed this and i was wearing bright purple women's panties. i finally stripped down to my panties, a bit embarrassed.
He laughed and pointed to a chair, "You are a real sissy faggot. Sit down and put your hands behind your back."
I sat and put my hands behind me. He tied my wrists, then connected my wrist rope to a back rung of the chair. He tied a rope to each of my ankles, then pulled them back and tied them to the back legs of the chair. He tied rope around my upper arms then around my chest holding me tightly to the chair.
"Comfy, faggot? Now for your mouth."
He twirled a bar towel into a strip and tied a knot in the middle. i opened my mouth and allowed him to put the knot in, then he tied the towel tightly behind my neck. He picked up a camera from his desk and took my picture.
"There, that should hold you for a while. I'll check on you from time to time. If you get loose, you get free drinks for the evening. If not, you'll have to suck my dick... at the very least."
He left the room and locked the door. i struggled at the ropes. my feet were bound so that they were off the ground so i couldn't move the chair.i worked at the gag, why i'm not sure. i had no desire to be found tied to a chair in purple panties. After an hour he returned and checked my bonds. The gag had loosened a little so he tightened it, then got a roll of duct tape and taped over it wrapping the tape around my head three times. He pinched one of my nipples hard. i cried into the gag and he smiled. "There, that will keep you quiet. I'll be back in an hour. Don't run off."
Some time over the next hour, i stopped struggling and resigned myself that i was his captive until he decided to free me. And that i would likely have to provide him with sexual pleasure in order to be freed. It was just over an hour when he returned again and checked my bonds. Satisfied that i was sufficiently restrained, he did some paperwork at his desk. After a while he got up and wrote F-A-G-G-O-T on my chest in red lipstick and took another picture. "We're getting busy so it may be a couple of hours before I can get back in here."
He turned my chair so that i was facing a large mirror on the wall and left, locking the door again. i stared at myself in the mirror, helplessly bound and gagged with the big red letters F-A-G-G-O-T on my chest. i could hear activity in the hall outside and wondered what the customers would think if they knew that there was someone tied to a chair and gagged just behind the office door. A little over two hours later, he came back in the room. "Damn, we're busy tonight. I see that you're still here. You don't seem to be getting loose."
i shook my head.
"Let's see if I can give you some motivation."
i watched him get nipple clamps out of his desk. i shook my head 'no' as he sucked my left nipple until it was hard. i cried into the gag when he put a clamp on it. Next he sucked my right nipple and clamped it. "Does that hurt?"
i nodded.
He laughed and took another picture, "I'll give you another hour."
He left again, i panicked because i didn't hear him lock the door. Now i could stare at myself in the mirror, bound and gagged with the big red letters F-A-G-G-O-T on my chest and a pair of nipple clamps on my nipples.
The clock showed just after 10:00 when he returned. i had been tied to the chair and gagged for five hours. He immediately removed the nipple clamps. Nipple clamps hurt but after a while it becomes a dull throb. The worse pain is when the clamps are removed and blood rushes back into the nipple. i screamed into my gag when he pulled the clamps off. "Damn faggot, you've got me all turned on. I think that it's about time to fuck you."
He untied my ankles and the rope connecting my wrists to the rung of the chair and helped me to my feet. He slid my panties down my legs, "Step out of those and go kneel across that footstool."
I stepped out of my panties and awkwardly knelt with my belly on the footstool. He knelt between my legs and spit on my rosebud. i felt his dick at my rosebud and heard him spit several more times. He pushed inside of me and i screamed into the gag. My muffled screams seemed to excite him as I felt his dick grow inside of me. He held my hips as he fucked me. After what seemed to be a long time, i heard him gasp and felt his cum inside me. He pulled out and sat in his chair, "Come here."
i crawled over to him, hands still bound behind me. He unwrapped the tape from my head, then untied and allowed me to spit out the gag. He took the lipstick and drew a circle around my mouth then wrote on each cheek. He turned me to the mirror so that i could see that he had written W-H-O-R-E on my face in lipstick with the O being my mouth. Not very original, but still humiliating. He pulled my head into his crotch, "Now suck me, faggot."
i took him into my mouth, licking his dick clean of the cum and shit. i bobbed my head up and down on his dick and felt him stiffen in my mouth. Once he was hard, he held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth. i gagged and choked on his dick until finally he shot his load. i swallowed as fast as i could but some of his cum drooled out of my mouth. He helped me to stand and took one last picture before untying my hands. "Get dressed, faggot."
i dressed and he led me back out the door. i had to drive home with W-H-O-R-E still written on my face. When i got home, i had an email from him. It was a picture of me standing with my hands tied behind me, F-A-G-G-O-T written on my chest, W-H-O-R-E written on my face and cum drooling from my mouth along with the words, "I own you now, faggot."
7 years ago