Taped Up and Helpless at the Hands of my Girlfriend (F/M)

[El_llama]

So this is a little story from quite some time ago, that I wanted to share with you, as it was good fun. My then-girlfriend and I had had plenty of tie-up fun prior to this, and she often enjoyed tying me up. This was one such example that sticks in my mind. At the time, I was 19 and she was 20.

It was an unremarkable November morning, my housemates were at university all day, while my girlfriend Issie and I both had the day off, so she had stayed at mine overnight. My university room was a quite typical student room, with eclectic décor, a double bed in one corner, and a massive TV in the other. I never enjoyed sleeping in, so I had woken before her and was playing video games in my gaming chair with my back to the bed. Hearing a stirring behind me, I turned to see my girlfriend was awake, and was using my iPad. She was a petite girl, cute facial features, with long blond hair that she had just pulled into a loose ponytail. She had been a dancer for most of her life, and her body reflected it with slim features, toned muscles, and petite breasts. In short, she was way out of my league. She was wearing my grey oversized hoodie paired with small blue shorts and white socks, with a pair of silver and blue stoned stud earrings she always had protruding above her left helix. Meanwhile, I was 5’11”, medium length blonde hair, with chiseled facial features. I was quite toned and slender, with large thigh muscles, while I was wearing a dark grey hoodie and grey cotton tracksuit bottoms paired with white tennis socks. In short, she was way out of my league… and I loved it. “What’s wrong face-ache?” I asked her, seeing she was scowling at my iPad.
“For fuck’s sakes!” she threw her arms up, “Why is it whenever I go on ANY of your electronics, you have a porn tab up!?” She turned my iPad round to show me the incognito tab I had open, it involved a scene where a woman was taped up and gagged in bondage.
“Man’s got needs?” I said sheepishly, shoulders rising towards my ears.
She sighed, “If you’re feeling horny, just tell me!”
“Nah to be fair, that’s from a few days ago. I forgot it was there,” I replied. She shrugged, rolled her eyes, and turned away, signaling this was the end of the conversation so I went back to video-gaming.

A short time later, I heard Issie step towards me and I half turned towards her as she planted a kiss onto my temple. I started to turn further towards her, but was stopped short by her clamping a hand over my mouth. “MMMMPH?” I tried to ask what she was doing, but her hand wouldn’t let me articulate anything. My heart started racing at this kinky turn of events. “Well, you love watching girls being tied up so much, I thought YOU should give it a go,” she said playfully. She released her grip on my mouth and stepped towards my desk. She pulled out the wooden desk chair and motioned me to sit on it. The chair was a typical student desk chair, in that it had no arms and was obvious my landlord had bought the cheapest seating at the local second-hand market. The construction of the chair made it very useful for tie-up fun, as the back had the typical wooden frame coming up from the seat, but it was supported by 3 slats in the middle, with a sizeable gap between the frame and these slats. Although this made it very uncomfortable to sit in and study on, it provided excellent opportunities for bondage as you could slip ropes and tape through this gap to better secure someone to it.

I sat onto the chair and Issie went into our ‘fun drawer’, removing a large roll of silver duct tape. She slid over to me and kissed me on the cheek. Then she pulled my left hand to the side of me, parallel with the back of the chair, and wrapped the tape around my wrist and the wooden beam at the back of the chair. When taping my wrist, she used multiple wraps of the tape, ensuring she mostly taped over my hoodie, to protect my arm hair. Satisfied that my left wrist was tightly secured, she repeated the process on my right wrist, ensuring my hands were bound at my sides to the chair. “Haha, do you like that baby?” She cooed at me and ran a finger across my face. I smiled and nodded in response as she crouched down next to my legs. She pulled my right ankle against the front right chair leg, and secured it in place with multiple wraps of tape, before repeating the process on my right ankle. “There you are, sit tight baby,” she smiled.

I looked down at my bonds, and saw that each limb was tightly bound with a thick band of tape. I saw the growing bulge in my tracksuit bottoms in response to her bondage, and my heart craved more. I’m fairly sure that I would have been unable to escape, but I’d decided I wanted to be more helpless. I loved the sensation of the tape pressing against my skin, the sound of it unwrapping as Issie restricted my body, and the sight of her look of achievement whenever she knew I was stuck. So I started struggling by twisting my right wrist in the tape and attempting to pull it out of my binds. Taking the bait, she threw up her hands and exclaimed, “For fuck’s sakes, can’t you ever sit still?”. She stood up and stepped towards my arms again, slapping the inside of my thigh as she went past. Ignoring my shout of shock and pain, she continued “Looks like I have to add more tape then”. She taped my right upper arm to the top of the back of the chair, further limiting my struggles. Issie stood behind me and began wrapping tape around my torso and the chair. She started by wrapping around my pectorals before wrapping below my pectorals. I sighed in my bondage, and felt my chest bindings push against me… it felt good. Issie also sighed and stood up; she pushed the tape roll against her lip while she looked at me. “Hmm,” she puzzled before nodding and walking over to my knees. She individually taped each knee to the top of each corresponding chair leg, and lightly slapped my thigh as she got up and stepped away to admire her handiwork.

I pulled against my various tape bonds, and reveled in my helplessness. Satisfied that I wasn’t going anywhere, Issie stood in front of me and began to undress. She slid her hoodie off to reveal the loose yellow bed shirt she was wearing underneath. Next off came her shorts, exposing her slender thighs and blue hipster panties. She smiled and slid onto my lap. Caressing my restraints and then my face, she kissed me on the lips. “My helpless little boy,” she whispered. I shuffled in my bondage, and she kissed me again. We had a sloppy make-out session and I could see Issie was getting increasingly turned on. She shuffled forwards and started grinding on the bulge in my pants. We both moaned in pleasure and she held onto my chest bindings to get a better angle. I started kissing her neck between breathless moans before she clamped her hand over my mouth. “MMMMPH!” I moaned as I did my best to grind back on her as much as my tape bindings would allow. I was so turned on by the pleasure in the moment; completely helpless with my hot girlfriend riding on my lap. Her hand silencing anything I had to say and making me more breathless as her fingers were resting against my nostrils. I moaned softly and flexed against my bonds as she drew away from my dick before taking her hand from my mouth. Red faced, she sighed “Okay, I think you’re having too much fun baby,” while fixing her hair.
I smiled and gently bit my lip. “Take your top off,” I whispered with a shaky voice.
She turned and frowned at me. “What?”
Realising it may not have been the wisest request in my predicament I muttered, “Take your top off… please.”
“Hahaha, that’s enough from you,” She laughed. She opened my sock drawer and pulled out a calf length cotton tennis sock. “Too big?” she said as she folded it up.
“It should be fi-AGHMMPH!” I started to answer before she shoved it into my open mouth. She used her fingers to make sure the sock packed my mouth as best it could. Issie then grabbed to taped and secured the gag in place with multiple wraps of tape around my head. She worked methodically; working the wraps from over my mouth, to just underneath my nose and down to my chin. When she was done, she lightly slapped my cheek where the tape was and planted a kiss over my gagged mouth. “How’s that?” she asked.
“Mmmmph,” I whimpered with eyebrows raised and nodded.
“Good!”
I tested out how she’d gagged me. I couldn’t shut my teeth under the gag, and the numerous wraps of tape were securely keeping the sock in place. I couldn’t make any sounds behind incomprehensible sounds, and I was loving it. Not done yet, Issie prompted me to sit back in the chair as far as they could go, before wrapping tape around my hips and the back of the chair, effectively securing all of my trunk to the chair. Always eager to wind me up, she made sure to brush her hand against my bulge each time she passed with the tape. I’d never felt so helpless until now. I was able to wiggle my fingers and toes, and turn my head, but otherwise every movement I attempted was stopped by a thick band of duct tape. “Just to keep your dick out of trouble,” she winked.
“Mmmph?”
“Cute,” she smiled.
Issie sat back onto my lap and gently squeezed my taped face with her hand. She slid her left hand down my neck and ran it across my tape restraints. She smiled and sighed in pleasure as she slid her right hand into her panties. “You get off on tied up girls? Let’s see if girls get off to you being tied up,” she mocked. I could only moan and pull against my restraints as she fingered herself. Stroking with her right hand, she’d caress my body with her left. She’d cup my face, grip my tape bindings, grope my thighs, and occasionally rub my bulge as she got more and more worked up. Helpless, I could only watch and moan as she pleasured herself. She lifted up her shirt with her left hand and tucked it behind her head. “You like that baby? You wanna touch them?” she cooed as she squeezed her petite breasts.
“Mmmmph!” I moaned, jealous I was missing out on her fun.
“What’s wrong? I thought you liked watching, baby?”
“Mmmmph.”
Right hand still in her pants, Issie laughed and kissed my gag. She leaned forwards, pushing her forehead into mine and gripped the front of my hoodie. Her breathing quickened and she moaned in pleasure. Her strokes increased in rate and she tightened her grip on my clothes as she let out a pleasured moan. She tilted her head back and bit her lip as she orgasmed, hips rocking back and forth in decreasing amplitude accompanied by occasional pleasured gasps.

Issie sat there in pleasure for a moment before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly through pursed lips. She sat back upright and pulled her hand out of her pants, wiping it on my tracksuit bottoms. She pulled her top back down and stood up. Walking over to the bedside, she took up her bottle of water and took a swig. Once she’d swallowed it she looked and me and sighed, “That was fun…”
“Mmmmph,” I could only reply and shuffle against my bondage.
“I think I’m just gonna play some Xbox, while you’re busy,” she winked.
“Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmph!” I struggled against my bondage and did my best to articulate some words through my gag. My dick was screaming for release. Laughing, Issie went back into our ‘fun drawer’ and pulled out a small wand vibrator. She sat back onto my lap as I watched her every move, breathing heavily through my nose. She kissed my gagged lips and ran her hands through my hair. The vibrator buzzed when she turned it on and she held it in front of my face for a moment. She turned it upside down and pushed it against her clitoris through her panties. She smiled and stared off into the middle-distance as she rubbed it up and down. Desperately, I moaned into my gag and writhed in my binds to try to close the gap between my bulge and the vibrator. Issie and the vibrator were only sat inches away from my dick, but her tight tape wrappings kept me away from the pleasure. She may as well have been sat on the other side of the room, and she knew it. Biting her lip, she shuffled forwards and began grinding the vibrator against my bulge. The sensation was pure ecstasy. I moaned and flexed against my bonds as my rock-hard dick rubbed against the vibrator. In response, Issie clenched her teeth and moaned, rubbing the vibrator up and down. She looked at me with fire in her eyes as she reached over me to grip the back of the chair and increased the amplitude of her grinding. “Mmmmmmmpph!” I moaned as my eyes rolled upwards in pleasure. The sensation of being completely helpless while my girlfriend ground on my dick was pushing me closer to the edge. I did not want to cum directly into my pants, but I also didn’t want the sensation to stop. I looked up at my girlfriend with wide eyes, pleading for an answer, but she only cupped my gagged face and smiled. My moans and struggles increased, my complete inability to influence the situation only making me hornier. Thankfully, she pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. “What? Don’t you want to come?” she winked.
“Mmmmph!” Unable to verbalise anything through the gag, I tried to give her a look that said ‘Yes I obviously want to cum, but I would rather not cum in my pants”.
“Okay then,” She smiled and stood up. She sat down on the floor, leaning against the bed in front of me. Hitching her hips up, she pulled off her now wet panties and discarded them to the side. Turning the vibrator back on she looked at me and smiled before putting it back onto her clit. Maintaining eye contact, she moaned again in pleasure as her toes curled inwards. I moaned into my gag, as my dick was feeling very neglected again. Issie cocked one leg up and straightened the other, so that it touched my bound foot. She moaned louder as she slid the fingers of her free hand into her pussy and used them to pleasure herself further. Her breathing got faster and she got increasingly red faced as she got closer to orgasm. Breaking eye contact with me, she let out another pleasured moan, and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. I saw the muscles in neck twitch as she clenched her jaw while she came, rubbing the vibrator up and down against her clit. She leant back as the orgasm washed over her, breathing heavily until it passed.

After another moment’s silence, Issie leant forwards and stood back up. She smiled contentedly at me and said “Alright I’ve had my fun.” Wordlessly, I shuffled in my bondage, the chair still acting as my tiny prison. She knelt in front of me and caressed the inside of my thighs. “Aaaaw, is your dick getting jealous?”. She laughed as she groped the small wet patch of pre-cum on my tracksuit bottoms.
“Mpppph!” I pleaded.
“Okay then…” Slowly, she grabbed the waistband of my trousers and boxers with both hands and slid them down. It required some tugging and shifting side to side from me, but she was able to expose my still rock-hard penis which popped upwards, ecstatic to finally be free. With wide eyes, I watched as she grabbed my shaft and drew up a drop of pre-cum on her index finger. She looked me in the eye as she sucked on her finger. Completely helpless, I opted not to move or make a sound, as I knew what was going to happen next and I did not wish to scare the moment off. She leant forwards, tossed her ponytail behind her back and opened her mouth. She gripped the base of my dick and pointed it onto her tongue before wrapping her lips around it. Slowly, she slid her mouth up and down on my dick, prompting a moan of pleasure and a flex against my tape bondage. A feeling of pure bliss washed over me. Unable to move, unable to speak, nothing to worry about besides the moment of my girlfriend going to town on my throbbing dick. I attempted to rock my hips into each suck to amplify the sensation, but the tape digging into my hips and abdomen prevented it. Releasing my dick, she sat up and wiped her mouth. She made a comment about how the angle was too awkward for her to suck me off to orgasm as she fetched a gym towel from the laundry. After placing it on my lap, she knelt back in front of me, with her chest resting against my right knee. She reached up and grasped my dick again, sending electric sensations through my whole body. Slowly at first, she pumped up and down on my dick, prompting moans from me as I writhed against the tape. My breathing increased and her pumps increased in speed as the pressure built up in my dick. As I edged ever closer and my moans became more frantic, Issie cooed “Yeah baby, you like that? Are you gonna cum for me?”. I closed my eyes as the orgasm washed over me. I clenched every muscle and bit into my sock gag in pure pleasure as I came, feeling the cum gushing out of my dick in response to Issie’s work. I opened my eyes in response to the sound of a small laugh from Issie. I looked forwards at her and saw unfortunately, she had leant too close when I came, and she was using the towel to wipe cum off the collar of her bed shirt. She folded the towel and threw it into the laundry before rising to her feet again.
“Did you enjoy that, baby?” she asked, and I nodded in response. She tried to pull my gag off using her hands, but gave up and carefully used a pair of scissors from the ‘fun drawer’. I spat out the sodden sock and she cut off the rest of my bindings. I flexed my sore muscles, and took off my hoodie to inspect my biceps and abdomen when the tape was cutting in. “Oh sorry, did it hurt?” she asked while rubbing the red marks on my biceps. “Nah, it was great fun,” I said with a hoarse voice while hugging her, “Thank you”. I gathered up the tape scraps while she got dressed back into her bed clothes. We dove back into bed and stayed there, cuddling and scrolling social media, until deep into the afternoon. Issie said that I had to treat her to a McDonald’s because ‘she made me cum so hard that I was seeing stars’. Unable to argue against that, we got dressed and headed out, throwing away the tape scraps inside a plastic bag into a public bin. It felt strange wandering around, with sore muscles and jaw, pretending that my girlfriend wasn’t just covered in my cum and I wasn’t just screaming gagged and taped to a chair.

[PenelopeRopes]

CUTE! When I had a boyfriend, I used to tie him up sometimes, to make sure he remembers he's mine

[BoundTightly]

Nice story lucky boyfriend

[jone123]

what a lucky boyfriend

where can i get a girlfriend like this

[El_llama]

what a lucky boyfriend

where can i get a girlfriend like this

Haha loads of girls love tie up fun! I must say, this girlfriend wasn't the one. The bondage and sex was fun, the rest of our relationship was not