Jessica caught in the garage (m/f)
Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2020 7:39 pm
Alright, after writing stuff for months by now, it is time to post my first story
More parts and stories are already in the works, I appreciate feedback as this is my first real venture into creative writing!
This story contains not properly consensual bondage and is entirely fictional.
It consists mostly of sensual struggling and punishment.
Do not try at home.
THE PRISON
I firmly hold Jessica's handcuffed wrists in my hand as I push her over to our garage. She is a friend of my sister, and we agreed to play cops and robbers. I had just caught her robbing my sister, and now she playfully struggles as I lead her over to the "prison".
The sun basking my back induces a fiery glow in her wind-blown red hair. Its final strands twirl over her shoulder plates, which stand out from her slender body even through her white ruched top.
I wrap my arms around her belly to prevent her from straying away and half carry, half drag her the final meters, thrilled by the proximity. Little does she know that the game was only a pretense.
In the back of the garage there is a wooden bed for visitors which I push her on. The way her young body falls down, her arms helpless under her back, excite me. She looks back at me protesting, yet knowing that resistance is futile. She moves her cuffed hands out to her left from below her black-and-white checkered skirt and tries to push herself up.
Alright then, let's play a bit.
While she struggles to get back on her legs, I grab some rope and push her down again immediately, ruining all her efforts. She starts vigilantly kicking at me from the bed with her thus far free feet.
I reach out with my hand, but she hits me hard before I can close it. Finally I grab hold of her right leg with my left hand and quickly drop the rope from my right hand to grab her other leg. I firmly hold on to her legs as she treads to get them out. Sensing her force and will, I realize that this will not be over fast. Yet her opposition makes it even more enjoyable, and she doesn't seem to feel truly uncomfortable either.
I push her legs down onto the bed and sit down onto her hips right below her bare tommy, facing towards her feet, to keep her in check. She immediately raises up and hits me into my back with her head and teeth.
Okay, now it is getting a bit wild. My back aches where she hit me.
I turn around, staring at her angrily. She falls back, looking hesitantly back at me. "Is everything okay?" she asks insecurely.
"Ah... yes," I groan and my face becomes grimly cold. I had planned this differently, but I guess I first need to get her secured in the quickest way possible.
I shortly raise up, flip her onto her belly and then sit back down on her bum. The soft cheeks almost cry for a slap, especially after such wicked behavior, but I restrain myself and focus on the issue at hand.
This way she has little wiggle room except for her feet, which I continue to hold down. She tries to lift her back and poke me with her fingers, but I ignore this and finally pick up the rope again to wrap it around her feet. Unable to keep both feet in place with one hand, I advance towards the back of her knees to hold her feet down simply with my body. Jessica bobs up and down a bit with her body, but nothing threatening, so I get to work.
So far I had only practiced a bit on myself, tying my legs together and enjoying the feeling of the rope on the skin. Granted, this already made me aware of the basics, but tying another struggling human, especially a girl I am attracted to, is a whole different matter.
I wrap the rope a few times around her ankles and finish by wrapping it two times between her feet. Withstanding her attempt to force them apart using her knees, I clench my legs together, finally rendering her somewhat defenseless. She also seems to have realized that and stops struggling, resting her body straight on the bed, heavily breathing from the recent skirmish. This gives me the time to make a knot in the rope and stand up beside her with the loose end still in my hand.
She turns to me and sends me a bewitching glance. Her spirit of resistance seemingly broken, I grab the cuffs and wrap the rope around the little chain connecting the plush handcuffs. Merely my knee on her back is sufficient to bring her back down now as she arches up one last time to fight. With a quick tug I pull her feet so close to her hands that they touch and her knees and shoulders slightly lift up.
Surprised at the force restraining her body, she squeals. I shush her and fixate the rope.
More parts and stories are already in the works, I appreciate feedback as this is my first real venture into creative writing!
This story contains not properly consensual bondage and is entirely fictional.
It consists mostly of sensual struggling and punishment.
Do not try at home.
THE PRISON
I firmly hold Jessica's handcuffed wrists in my hand as I push her over to our garage. She is a friend of my sister, and we agreed to play cops and robbers. I had just caught her robbing my sister, and now she playfully struggles as I lead her over to the "prison".
The sun basking my back induces a fiery glow in her wind-blown red hair. Its final strands twirl over her shoulder plates, which stand out from her slender body even through her white ruched top.
I wrap my arms around her belly to prevent her from straying away and half carry, half drag her the final meters, thrilled by the proximity. Little does she know that the game was only a pretense.
In the back of the garage there is a wooden bed for visitors which I push her on. The way her young body falls down, her arms helpless under her back, excite me. She looks back at me protesting, yet knowing that resistance is futile. She moves her cuffed hands out to her left from below her black-and-white checkered skirt and tries to push herself up.
Alright then, let's play a bit.
While she struggles to get back on her legs, I grab some rope and push her down again immediately, ruining all her efforts. She starts vigilantly kicking at me from the bed with her thus far free feet.
I reach out with my hand, but she hits me hard before I can close it. Finally I grab hold of her right leg with my left hand and quickly drop the rope from my right hand to grab her other leg. I firmly hold on to her legs as she treads to get them out. Sensing her force and will, I realize that this will not be over fast. Yet her opposition makes it even more enjoyable, and she doesn't seem to feel truly uncomfortable either.
I push her legs down onto the bed and sit down onto her hips right below her bare tommy, facing towards her feet, to keep her in check. She immediately raises up and hits me into my back with her head and teeth.
Okay, now it is getting a bit wild. My back aches where she hit me.
I turn around, staring at her angrily. She falls back, looking hesitantly back at me. "Is everything okay?" she asks insecurely.
"Ah... yes," I groan and my face becomes grimly cold. I had planned this differently, but I guess I first need to get her secured in the quickest way possible.
I shortly raise up, flip her onto her belly and then sit back down on her bum. The soft cheeks almost cry for a slap, especially after such wicked behavior, but I restrain myself and focus on the issue at hand.
This way she has little wiggle room except for her feet, which I continue to hold down. She tries to lift her back and poke me with her fingers, but I ignore this and finally pick up the rope again to wrap it around her feet. Unable to keep both feet in place with one hand, I advance towards the back of her knees to hold her feet down simply with my body. Jessica bobs up and down a bit with her body, but nothing threatening, so I get to work.
So far I had only practiced a bit on myself, tying my legs together and enjoying the feeling of the rope on the skin. Granted, this already made me aware of the basics, but tying another struggling human, especially a girl I am attracted to, is a whole different matter.
I wrap the rope a few times around her ankles and finish by wrapping it two times between her feet. Withstanding her attempt to force them apart using her knees, I clench my legs together, finally rendering her somewhat defenseless. She also seems to have realized that and stops struggling, resting her body straight on the bed, heavily breathing from the recent skirmish. This gives me the time to make a knot in the rope and stand up beside her with the loose end still in my hand.
She turns to me and sends me a bewitching glance. Her spirit of resistance seemingly broken, I grab the cuffs and wrap the rope around the little chain connecting the plush handcuffs. Merely my knee on her back is sufficient to bring her back down now as she arches up one last time to fight. With a quick tug I pull her feet so close to her hands that they touch and her knees and shoulders slightly lift up.
Surprised at the force restraining her body, she squeals. I shush her and fixate the rope.