At the end of the day (F/M)

[BondageLaddie]

NOTE: My profile picture was from the evening I'm recounting!

A few years back I was the finance and insurance specialist for a big Cadillac dealership. We had six people in the office. One of them (let's call her Pam) was quite a bit older than me and we were specially good friends. Imagine her as short, slender, with a narrow face, high cheekbones, and short, thick silvery hair. She had a wonderful sense of humor and was well-read (which was instrumental in our friendship being launched).

One Friday she stopped by my desk. "You want to help me with something when the office closes?" she asked with a smile. "Sure," I shot back. "Okay, then. Leave your car in the lot and we'll take mine. It's not far." I was a bit confused but, say, if a friend needed help with something... Half an hour later, the day's work was done and she and I were in her car and she stopped at a big motel just over the state line. She opened the back door, took out a large canvas bag, and motioned for me to join her as she headed for the unit on the end, took a key out of her purse, and opened the door. What's this, I thought, a late afternoon tryst? Not that it would have been unpleasant, but this was something I hadn't even thought of, not at all!

She took my shoulder and turned me around. Then I heard a soft thunk as she emptied the bag out on the floor. Seconds later she was tying my hands behind me, tightly. "What the **** are you doing, Pam?" She laughed softly. "Getting ready for some enjoyment after a long day with numbers," she said. "Now sit down on the bed." And she crossed my ankles and tied them, then tied my legs firmly just above my knees. I squirmed a bit. No good, it was all snug. Now she began going through all the things that had come from the bag. "What for a gag, what? Tape? Ball? No, let's try the scarf." She stood up, holding a big silk scarf and a bandana. I licked my lips. "Uh... you ARE going to make it really tight, aren't you?" She laughed and exclaimed "I KNEW it! I knew you're a bondage boy. I can usually tell these things. Oh don't you worry, fella. Now just you open that mouth for me!" Quickly she wadded the bandana and wedged it into my mouth, then folded the scarf and tied it between my teeth. It was tight enough to hurt the corners of my mouth as she tied the knot at the back of my neck. "There. Don't you look cute and sexy!" She went through her purse and came out with a little digital camera.

Quickly she took her pictures. Straight on, a couple from the back, side views, a closeup of my face. I kept straining and squirming, mumbled loudly into the gag (knowing it would excite her), and went through all the motions. As she put her camera away, it was easy to see how pleased she was. Finally she walked over, ran her fingers through my hair, bent over and kissed me through the gag.

She turned on the television with the volume up a bit (winking at me as she did it), took out a paperback book from the purse, then sat down and began to read, completely ignoring me. I played along, continuing to struggle, trying to call for help now and then. She looked up and grinned. "How I wish I had a video cam! Let's try something else, okay?" She undid my belt buckle, and opened my trousers, then pulled me out. "Heehee, wouldn't the cleaning lady be surprised to find you like this? Maybe one more picture for me to have fun with tomorrow night..." And she took her pic as I could feel my gagged face turn bright red. Pam turned me about on the edge of the bed so I could see myself in the mirror. My body quickly reacted to what I saw, and she moaned a bit. I spent more than two hours like that before she pushed me onto my back, rolled me onto my stomach, and put me in a tight hogtie. More pictures. Then she lay down next to me and snuggled close. "My little prisoner, I'm having so much fun! Are you happy you came along to help?" "Mmmmmph," I responded. "Mmmmmph!" "Good. In half an hour I'll untie you, and we'll go to the steakhouse for supper."

We never played again; I got the sense that she tied up a string of men whom she found attractive but what was important to me was that I had my moment in the sun. Less than a year later, she retired and the office was never exactly the same again.

[Flyingvulture]

Such a curious lady and way of acting, but a great story nonetheless.

Thank you for sharing!

Do you know how could she have gotten the idea that you were a bondage boy?

[BondageLaddie]

She always told me she could read it in people's faces. How, I have no idea.

[rtbw]

These kinds of stories really amaze me. How she knew you'd be into bondage, and how she trusted you'd enjoy and not fight back or turn her in. And how you trusted her too. Wonderful story.

[Mr Underheel]

I have dreamed of having that situation come up but it never has. Savor it!

[Xtc]

Hi [mention]BondageLaddie[/mention] ,
Please do me a favour and gender tag this story.
Thanks
Xtc

[BondageLaddie]

Done. Thank you.