Tricked into Bondage Pt. 01

"You really should come over and see our new house," my landlady, Corinne, tells me over the phone.

I hesitate, having known she would raise the subject, but still not having come up with a suitable excuse not to go.

Corinne and her husband, Charlie, used to be my neighbours as well as my landlords, occupying the flat above me. They had moved out to the countryside earlier this year and had been trying to get me to visit ever since.

I don't know why the idea makes me so uncomfortable. When we had been neighbours, I occasionally had coffee or a few glasses of wine with them, but I was always relieved to get back to my flat. There was nothing wrong with either of them and they were always perfectly friendly, plus I couldn't fault them as landlords either. Corinne's call right now was to check that the plumber she had sent round had managed to fix my broken boiler. They were just a little too open and forward for me. Nothing wrong with that, but when Corinne casually started talking about their sex life, as if I wanted to know what her and Charlie got up to behind closed doors, or whipped out her vibrator, pretending she had found it down the back of the sofa cushions, it always seemed as if she was watching closely for my reaction.

I usually blushed, laughed a little nervously and glanced around to make my escape. I've had my share of boyfriends, but I've always been a little bit awkward talking so openly about sex.

"So how about tomorrow night? You can come over and we can share a bottle or two of wine. Charlie can come and pick you up and as he doesn't drink, he'll give you a lift home."

"That sounds lovely,' I begin, 'But -"

"We moved in nine months ago and I'd really like you to see the house, hon."

I can hear the disappointment in her voice and immediately feel guilty. Corinne is my landlady and I don't want to upset her. It's one evening and then she will leave me alone.

"Okay, tomorrow night it is," I agree, though tell her I'll drive. That way I can leave if I start to feel uncomfortable.

The following evening I study the directions she gave me then head out into the countryside to find Corinne and Charlie's new home. They really are in the middle of nowhere and I take a few wrong turns before making my way down a dirt track away from the main road, not at all sure of where I am going. I am considering turning round when my headlights pick up a cottage in the distance, a light on in one of the downstairs windows. The front door opens and I spot Corinne beckoning me forward, her long honey coloured hair sweeping over her shoulders.

My stomach churns with nerves and I am annoyed. This is just a visit with old friends and I can leave in an hour or two. There is nothing to feel anxious about. I find a smile for Corinne as I get out of the car, let her embrace me and kiss my cheek before I hand her the bottle of wine I have brought.

"Late housewarming gift,' I tell her"

"I love this wine. Thank you. Come on inside out of the cold."

I follow her into the old cottage, taking off my coat and shoes. Charlie sits on the sofa watching football on the TV and raises a hand in greeting. There is a fire burning in the hearth and their home is cosy and quaint. Still something feels off.

Of course I don't tell them that, instead congratulating Corinne and Charlie on their lovely home and telling them how much I like it. There's no way I could live out here. With no street lamps it is pitch black and the silence, albeit for the TV, is suffocating.

"I know you're driving, but you can have just one." Corinne tells me, thrusting a glass of wine into my hand.

I'm actually grateful for it as she takes a seat beside Charlie, nods for me to sit in the armchair opposite. As we make small talk I feel like I am being interviewed. Corinne's intense blue eyes never leaving my face, while Charlie chips in with the occasional comment. I sip at my wine quicker than intended as I try to answer some of her more direct questions, some personal, others not, barely registering when she tops up my glass. It's not until she puts the empty bottle on the coffee table I realise how much I've drank.

"I'll get us another bottle," she tells me, getting up and placing her hand on my shoulder, leaving it there for a moment too long.

"I should really go. It's getting late."

"Don't be silly, hon; you can't drive home. You'll be over the limit." I start to stand, realise I am feeling a little woozy, and she pushes me back down. "Charlie will drive you home, won't you, Charlie?"

He glances up, hearing his name. "What? Oh yes, of course. I'll take you home once the match is finished."

It's not ideal, but I don't really have a choice. I smile and hold out my glass as Corinne brings another bottle back from the kitchen and tops it up. Another glass down, I am starting to feel a little more relaxed, but still I am keen to get home.

As the TV cuts to adverts, I excuse myself to the loo, relieved tonight is almost over. When I return to the living room Corinne and Charlie are arguing about something, though it sounds good-natured.

"I definitely can," Corinne is insisting.

"Definitely can what?" I ask, the alcohol making my tongue looser.

"We just flicked over the TV during the ad break and there was a movie playing where this guy was tied up. I said it wasn't realistic and that anyone can escape a couple of pieces of rope. Charlie reckons they can't."

"I've told Corinne to prove it," Charlie says with a grin.

"Prove it how?" It's a dumb question that I probably shouldn't have asked.

"Charlie wants to tie me up and see if I can escape." Corinne groaned, as if this was all a silly effort to make her point.

"Okay." Time for me to make my exit I think. The pair of them can play their games when Charlie has taken me home. "Are you okay to give me a lift now please, Charlie?"

He nods. "Yes, in a bit, but I need your help first."

"With what?"

"Corinne says you have to be the one to tie her up."

"What? Why?"

"You're impartial in this," Corinne tells me, before adding with a grin. "Besides, I don't trust Charlie."

"I really don't think I need to tie you up to prove a point. That's a bit elaborate."

"It'll be fun. We'll go up to the bedroom. More space there." Corinne grabs my hand, yanks me towards the stairs and I am reminded that she is taller, stronger than me. "Charlie, can you bring some rope up please?"

Somehow I find myself in Corinne and Charlie's bedroom as part of some bizarre wager between the pair of them. Corinne sets some rules. Ten minutes for me to bind her as securely as possible then half an hour for her to try to escape. She lies on the bed as Charlie drops two lengthy bits of rope on the bedroom floor.

This whole situation is making me incredibly uncomfortable, despite the alcohol. I am reliant on Charlie for a lift though. Telling myself I'm overreacting and it's just a stupid game, I pick up a length of rope, tentatively tying Corinne's hands behind her back.

Once the binds are double knotted I repeat the process on her feet.

"Okay, all done."

"I think you can tie her a little more securely than that," Charlie argues. "There's still some slack left over. Tie her knees together and then her elbows."

Reluctantly I do as instructed, gathering the length left over after the knot, careful not to pull the ropes too tight as I wind them around Corinne before tying them off. I don't want to hurt her.

Charlie seems satisfied now. He sets a timer on the bedside clock. "Okay, you have half an hour to break free," he tells his wife.

Corinne pulls on the ropes, wiggling around on the bed attempting to pull free but not succeeding. When she glances at the clock five minutes have passed.

"We need a winner and loser prize," she announces a little breathlessly.

"A what?" I ask.

"If I manage to break free I get a prize. If I can't break out of your knots, you get a prize."

"That's really not necessary."

"Of course it is. There's no fun in doing this if not, is there? What do you want if you win?"

"I really don't want anything."

"How about a month's free rent?"

I am shocked. "Wow, that's very generous, but you don't have to do that."

"It's fine. If I haven't escaped in the time limit, we won't charge you next month."

"Well... only if you're sure." It really does seem overly generous. "Thank you."

Corinne struggles for a few more minutes.

"Have you decided what you would like, dear, if you do break free?" Charlie asks.

Corinne frowns, appears to be thinking about it before giving me a teasing smile. "Yes, if I win, I want to tie our friend here up. Same rules. Ten minutes to tie her up, half an hour for her to break free."

"What?" I take a step back. "I don't want to be tied up."

"It's just a game. You'll be fine. Besides, I wouldn't worry too much. You've done a good job with these knots. I can't see me escaping."

"I don't care. I'm not happy about it."

"Being tied up for just half an hour is a more than fair exchange for a month's free rent," Charlie adjudicates, his tone firm.

I stay quiet, knowing Charlie has a temper on him at times, not wanting to anger him. Hopefully Corinne won't break free and I can just go home.

It is starting to look like it's going that way when, with just a few minutes to spare, I see the knots around her wrists loosen. With a minute and a half left she has wiggled herself completely free.

"See, I told you it's easy to escape," she tells her husband, before smiling wickedly at me. "Okay, so I'm the winner and it's time for me to have my prize. Come and lie down on the bed."

"I don't want to do this, Corinne."

"You knew the rules."

"I never agreed you could tie me up though!"

When I glance at the bedroom door, Charlie moves, his muscular frame blocking the door. "Play fair now," he warns.

"On the bed please." Corinne's tone is firmer now.

I plead with her. "Please don't."

By way of response she grabs hold of my hands, pulls me to the bed and pushes me down on my back, straddling me. She already has the two pieces of rope in her hands and before I can properly react she is winding one around my wrists. My mouth is dry, my heart beating too fast. It's just half an hour I tell myself and if Corinne could break free I can too. But then she surprises me raising my bound wrists above my head and lashing them to the headboard.

"Hey, we never agreed you could tie me to anything," I protest, yanking hard on the rope. She ignores me moving to my legs, binding my ankles tightly together and knotting them to the footboard, and I swallow down the feeling of panic rising in my chest. It's just two pieces of rope. I can get myself out of this, I try to convince myself.

Corinne smiles at me. "Break free and I'll give you three months three rent."

The stakes are apparently rising, which has me worried.

"And if I don't?" I ask.

She ignores my question, rummaging in a drawer beside the bed, pulls out a long silk scarf, looking amused when my eyes widen.

"What are you doing with that?"

"I'm going to gag you."

"We never agreed gags were allowed."

*We never said they weren't either. You could have gagged me if you'd wanted."

"This isn't fair.*

I twist my head to the side, trying to stop her.

Corinne glances over her shoulder. "Mr Adjudicator?"

Charlie ambles towards the bed. "Corinne is right. No reason why gags can't be allowed." He grabs a handful of my hair painfully tight and I cry out in pain before Corinne cuts me off, binding the scarf across my mouth and knotting it tightly behind my head. "Darling, you didn't say what you wanted if our friend here can't escape."

Corinne looks thoughtful for a moment. "No, sorry, I didn't." She smiles demurely at me. "I'll keep it simple. If she can't escape then she stays here tonight as our prisoner and we can do whatever we want to her. Does that sound fair?"

"That sounds more than fair to me," Charlie agrees. He looks at me. "Okay?"

Horrified I try to protest that no it's not okay, but when I try to part my lips, the thick silk clogs my mouth and only an illegible mumble comes out.

"I think that was a yes," he laughs, ignoring me as I shake my head frantically, instead setting the timer. "Okay, you have half an hour, missy. Escape and you get three months rent free, fail to escape and you stay tied up till morning, while we have our wicked way with you."

Humiliation burns my cheeks as I fight frantically to free myself, while Corinne and Charlie chat to each other, though seldom take their eyes off of me, seeming to enjoy my struggle. The way Corinne has tied me means I can't reach the knot binding my wrists and with at least six loops of rope pulled tightly around my them, there is no way I can wriggle my hands free. Still I try, knowing that I have to somehow escape. They haven't specified exactly what they plan to do to me if I'm their prisoner, but I have my suspicions and, given that Charlie currently has a bulging hard on, they aren't good.

I glance at the clock, see twenty-two minutes have passed. I have only eight minutes left and the ropes haven't budged a bit. I am still just as tied up as when Charlie set the timer. I renew my struggle as Corinne smiles wickedly.

"Tick tock, tick tock. I have a feeling I may be the winner for a second time tonight. Come on, Charlie. We'd better go get our box of toys ready."

Left alone in the room I twist and thrash on the bed in a desperate bid to free myself, aware I am running out of time fast. By the time they return, carrying between them a large bolted chest, I haven't managed to work the knots any looser and all I've achieved is making myself out of breath and sweaty. Two minutes are left on the clock and I realise I am going to lose the bet. The thought of what happens next fills me with dread.

I am still struggling pathetically when Corinne slowly walks over to the bed, a wide smile on her face, as the last ten seconds pass. She runs her fingers up the sole of my right foot and I flinch, instinctively yanking against the rope.

"Looks like I've won again. Time to collect my prize."

I mumble through the gag, begging her to untie me, trying to tell her I'll do anything else she wants, even pay extra rent. Although the words are mumbled, I think she understands what I am saying, but she chooses to ignore me.

"How about we get you tied up properly before we start our fun?" she purrs. "And you're looking awfully hot in those clothes. Charlie, come and help me undress our friend."

I try to kick out as Corinne unties my ankles and starts unbuttoning my jeans, and she finds it hard work trying to pull them down my legs. My fight is over though when Charlie steps in to help her, dropping more rope onto the bed, holding my legs still while she slips my jeans off.

I feel exposed wearing just my panties, but worse is to come

"We have a real struggler here," she tells him. "This is going to be fun. Best we get her tied up nice and tight though. We can't have her getting away."

I feel coils of rope passing around each ankle as they take one foot each, the binds tightening before my legs are pulled wide apart and lashed to the corner foot posts.

No! Please stop. I am trying to scream the words through my gag; aware I can't escape my nightmare.

They repeat the process with my wrists, but this time Charlie is on hand straightaway, gripping hold of my arms as Corinne works the rope loose, and holding me securely so she can bind each wrist. Again they take one arm each, stretching me across the bed in a cross. I pull pathetically on my bonds, aware that I am tied even more tightly than before and that spread eagle like this I am completely vulnerable to whatever Corinne and Charlie decide to do to me.

To my horror, Charlie appears with a huge pair of scissors. I squirm against the ropes, terrified he is going to cut me, feel the cold metal against skin and realise he is cutting my t-shirt off. He throws the ruined material on the floor, repeats the process with my bra and panties. I am now completely naked and going crazy as I try to break free.

I am still protesting and squirming when Corinne unties my gag. Relieved to not have the thick silk in my mouth, I gulp for air before immediately renewing my protests for her to untie me. "Please, just let me go. I'll do anything. Please!"

At first she ignores me and I see her pull a ball gag from the bedside table, realise that tje silk is about to be replaced.

"Please, no. No, Corrine, don't do this. Anything. I'll do anything."

She actually pauses to consider. "Okay, I have a deal for you. Another game. You win, I cut you loose right now and Charlie will drive you home. You lose though, we get to keep you here like this all weekend."

"No! No way."

She shrugs, puts the ball gag to my mouth. "Okay, your loss, though I think you'd have a good chance of winning this one."

I twist my head to get away from the gag. desperate. "What is it? What's the game?"

"I have five minutes to make you cum." At my look of horror, she merely shrugs. "It's going to happen regardless, hon; we have you all tied up and naked, and we can do anything we want to you. Question is, can I do it in five minutes? If I can't you walk. If I can we get to keep you here for our fun all weekend."

I consider her offer, knowing there is no way she can make me cum, let alone in five minutes. I can win this one easily. "Okay, I accept your bet, but you have to promise to let me go."

Corinne nods, smiles. "Set the timer, Charlie."

Charlie does as asked, as Corinne unlocks the chest, pulling out a little gold metal thing. It looks like a lipstick.

I feel a little anxious as she approaches the bed with it. "What's that?"

"This is going to help me win," she tells me confidently.

I try to twist away from it as she sits the little object on my clit, presses a button. Powerful vibrations rock through me and I gasp in shock as she presses harder for a moment, thrashing as I try to escape the toy.

I feel a warming tingle spreading through me, horrified that my body is reacting to it. As it builds and builds, I squirm against my bonds, desperately trying to stop Corinne from pushing me over the edge.

"I think you're enjoying this," she tells me, reaching up her free hand to gently caress my left breast. "You're so wet."

She adjusts the toy slightly and I squirm; gasp as I feel her pinch my nipple. Being unable to get away is torturous, yet somehow it is turning me on. My face and body grow hot as I plead with her to stop. I can't stand this any longer and hate that my body is betraying me this way.

It's no good though and the toy is relentless. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to think myself anywhere but here, to stop the intense pressure rising inside. "Please, no. No, no, noooo!"

I am pushed over the edge, crying out at the intensity of the orgasm that blasts through me, gasping and moaning as I twist against the ropes.

As I gradually come down from the peak, I realise Corinne is looking smugly at me, that I just lost the bet again, and my imprisonment has now gone from one night to the whole weekend. What the hell have I just done?

Corinne strokes my hair. "This is going to be so much fun. We've been wanting to get you tied up for a while, haven't we, Charlie? We have so much planned for you."

"Yes, indeed."

"We'll have another bet," I beg. "Please untie me."

"No more bets." Corinne reaches for the ball gag again, forcing the ball into my mouth and tightening the straps behind my head, muffling my protests. "Perfect," she tells me as she stands, staring down at my naked bound body. "As I say, we've been looking forward to this for a while. Now we've got you exactly where we want you, you're not going anywhere." Her smile is pure evil.