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I'm not sure if this tale is true or fictional but I enjoyed it very much. In fact, I liked it so much that I hijacked it from Helpless' site!
Hi there. I really like your site.
Being a bondage practitioner for several years now, it never ceases to amaze me how the damnedest things can happen. This is a story of something that happened to me.
I currently hold several jobs, all in law enforcement. I'm a part-time Police Officer, I'm an MP in the Army National Guard, and I work for a small college security department. I often notice how I am stared at while I'm on duty. I attribute this to a common uniform fetish that many people have. I work hard at staying fit, and I think uniforms suit me well. Whichever one I am wearing, I like looking good, because a professional appearance helps me do my job.
At the college, we have students act as dispatchers. One of these students is a freshman whom I'll call Mandy. Mandy is cute, but not in a supermodel sort of way. In fact, she wears glasses and also has braces. Still, she is very cute, and she has always been friendly and even flirtatious. There is about a ten-year difference in our ages, but, working on a college campus, you see a lot of these "crushes" come and go. Anyway, I was attracted to her, but my shyness at being older, combined with my "deviant" sexuality (bondage) kept me in check.
One night, I was working the midnight to eight shift on a Sunday night, by myself. This is a real boring night, without a lot of activity. Most students go to bed early because they have classes the next day. On this particular night, it was raining, which seems to keep transients and car thieves away.
I'm driving my patrol car around the campus, and I get a radio call from dispatch around 3:30 am. The guy working says, "I got a call from Mandy's room (our dispatch system has caller ID). I could hear someone on the line, then it went dead." I drove over to the dorms to check it out.
At this point, I was a little concerned because I really care about these students, especially girls like Mandy. You never know what kind of idiot is going to sneak into the dorms. I took the elevator up to her floor and knocked on her door. There was no answer.
"Mandy, it's Erik." I said, knocking harder. I heard a thump, then a muffled cry. "Mandy, is everything all right?" I asked. No answer. Worried, I drew my gun. I took my master key and opened the door.
Mandy was lying on the floor, completely naked except for a pair of white panties. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her ankles were tied with a belt. A red ballgag was in her mouth. She looked up at me and groaned through the gag.
Now, an ordinary guy might have been alarmed, but I know that crooks don't use ballgags on their victims. I looked up and down the hall, and didn't see anyone. I holstered my gun and closed the door. Kneeling, I unbuckled the gag. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yeah." She looked very embarrassed, and a little frightened.
"What happened?" I asked, reaching for my cuff keys.
"I tied myself up, and couldn't get loose, so I knocked the phone on the floor," she said as I freed her hands. She immediately covered her bare breasts. "I hit the speed dial for security. I knew even if I didn't say anything they would send someone." She bent forward and undid the belt around her ankles.
"Well, I guess you are OK now, then." I didn't know what else to say. I was very aroused, and I had a raging hard-on. But I didn't want to be too presumptuous. I mean, just because we are both into bondage didn't give me any rights to her. I stood up and looked away.
She grabbed a bathrobe, which was hanging on her closet door and put it on. "I just wanted to know what it felt like." She looked very upset. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No, Mandy." I said, trying to reassure her. "I won't tell. I do this, too." The minute I said it, I wanted to erase it. Here I am, coming out to this girl I barely know. If word about this got out, I could lose my job, my reputation, my career. Her face brightened. "You do?" she asked. "What do you do?"
"I tie myself up." I stammered, turning away, I tried not to look at her. "I like to tie women up. I like them to tie me up." I had not revealed this to anyone for a long time, and it was very awkward.
"My roommate has this magazine." She went to her roommate's bed, reached under the mattress, and pulled out a copy of a Harmony mag. "I found it and I guess...you know?"
"You got curious." I nodded. Picking up the cuffs, I examined them. Police issue, just like mine. "Where did you get the toys?" I asked.
She told me the name of an adult bookstore where she got the gag. The cuffs were her roommate's. "You know," I offered, "there are a lot of guys who would love to meet a woman like you."
Just then, my radio crackled. The dispatcher wanted to know if everything was OK. I radioed back and said everything was fine, that she had knocked the phone over and hit speed dial by accident.
"What about you, Erik?" she asked.
I was dumbfounded. "Sorry?" I asked, not understanding.
"What about you? Do you have someone you tie up?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not right now."
Her face took on a conspiratorial expression. "I like you, Erik. I trust you." She seemed a little embarrassed at her own excitement. "Do you understand what I need?"
"I think so." I sat on the edge of her bed. "Wanting to be tied up can be real frustrating, because it's something that is hard to do to yourself."
"But you could..." she trailed off. "Do you find me attractive?" she asked. She came over and sat down beside me, letting the robe fall open.
"Yes, Mandy, I do, but..."
"But what?" she cut me off. "You think I am just a girl," she accused. "I know what I am doing, you know." all of the sudden, she put her hand in my lap. "I saw this right away."
I tensed as my cock jumped at her touch, trying to push through my uniform pants. "Mandy, I don't think you should do that." I said, trying to control myself.
"Make me," she taunted, stroking me now. "Arrest me, Officer."
I stood up, and she grabbed me around the waist. I broke free and grabbed her wrist. Her robe fell completely open, revealing her breasts. I spun her around, grabbing the back of the robe's collar, and pulled it down, pinning her arms. She backed against me, rubbing her ass against my hard-on. I pushed her into the bed, and she fell across it. I grabbed my cuffs and snapped them on, securing her wrists behind her back. She moaned and struggled a moment.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, excited. "Tie my legs," she begged. "Gag me."
I couldn't help but laugh. I had fantasized about this for a long time, but now that it was actually happening, it sounded so contrived. "You need some ropes." I said. "I think you would like them more than the cuffs."
"Jessie's closet," she said. "She has a million of them."
I opened the closet door and found several neatly coiled lengths of ¼"clothesline on the floor. I tried to remember if I knew who Jessie was, but my mind drew a blank. I took the ropes and sorted them by length. There were two fifty-foot coils, and four ten foot.
I took the cuffs off her. "You want the robe on or off?" I asked. "If you leave it on, it will be hard to work around."
She slipped out of it and tossed it across the room. To my surprise, she pulled off her panties and tossed them aside as well. She spread her legs a moment, then brought them together. She was truly a sight, this nude girl, squirming in anticipation of being tied up.
I told her to cross her wrists behind her back. I tied them together with a 10-foot length. "You're right." she said. "I like this more than the cuffs already."
I asked her if I could touch her breasts. "What do you want to do?" she asked.
"I want to tie them up." I told her. "I think you will like it."
"Whatever you want." She tested the bonds on her wrists. "I'm helpless."
I took one of the 50-foot lengths and tied her breasts in a Japanese Shinju harness. The ropes went above and below here breasts, then over her shoulders where I tied them to her wrists. When she struggled, the ropes pulled tight.
"That feels good," she sighed.
I told her to lie on the bed, and bound her ankles, calves, and thighs together. Then I bent her knees and tied her ankles to her wrists in a hog-tie. "How does that feel?" I asked.
"Oh God, Erik I am sooo wet!" she cried. She struggled, rolling back and forth, trying to free herself.
I found the ballgag and held it up. "Any last words?" I quipped.
"Do I have a choice?" she giggled.
"Guess not." I laughed. "Open wide." She opened her mouth and I buckled the gag on. I sat back a moment, wondering what to do. I had this lovely 19-year old tied up, naked and helpless, gagged, just the way I had always wanted her. But we hadn't talked about what I could do to her once she was tied up.
"I think this is where I came in." I said. I then replaced her phone, shut off the lights and left the room. It was 4:30 AM. I had to unlock doors at 5.
Once I had the campus unlocked, I found a phone and dialled Mandy's room number. I thought she may have escaped. A woman answered. "Mandy?" I asked.
"No, this is Jess." She sounded sleepy.
"I'm sorry, Jess. Did I wake you?"
"No, I just got in from seeing my boyfriend." she said. "Who is this?"
I paused. I couldn't exactly tell her who I was. Then I remembered that Mandy worked for my department. Calling her room would not be unusual. "This is Erik from security. I wanted to ask Mandy if she could work dispatch this morning."
I heard Jess cup her hand over the phone. "It's Erik from security, he wants you to work." I heard her say. I didn't hear the answer, but Jess laughed.
"Erik, she says to tell you she is too tied up to work today." Jess giggled. "But maybe you should check on her later."
"Okay." I replied, wondering what was going on, if Jess had come home and found her roommate tied up. "I get off at eight, though."
"Mandy says she would like you to check on her after you get off duty." Jess laughed. "And I was wondering if you could check on me sometime."
I almost dropped the phone. "No problem." I laughed. "Please let Mandy know I'll see her at eight."
"Okay." Jess laughed, and hung up the phone.
I spent the rest of my shift going nuts. What had happened when Jess came home? What had Mandy told her? Something was going on for sure.
When the day shift guy came in, I tried to be nonchalant. I passed on all of the evening's info and we made some small talk. Then I grabbed my gear bag and went down to my car.
I couldn't just walk into the dorms. In my uniform, I was too noticeable. If I got seen in the dorms off duty, people would ask questions. I drove home, which, fortunately, was not very far. I changed into some casual clothes and then went back to campus.
The fire exit of the dorm uses a proximity card to open. Each officer is issued one to use while they are on rounds. I used my card to go in the back entrance so nobody would see me. I then took the stairs to Mandy's floor and went to her room.
I knocked on the door, and Jess opened it. She was tall and thin, with short, blonde hair. She was very cute, wearing a tank top and a stretchy miniskirt. She didn't appear to have a bra on. "You're late," she laughed, inviting me in.
I stepped into the room. Mandy was tied spread-eagle on her bed, still naked. She looked over and saw me, smiling around her gag.
"I came home from my date this morning and found someone had been playing with my toys." Jess explained. "I hope you don't mind I took the liberty of re-arranging her."
"No, I don't." I felt light-headed. This was so weird. "Does she?" I asked.
"We had a long talk." Jess smiled. "She talks about you all the time. She steals my vibrator and uses it on herself, pretending it's you. Don't you, dear?"
Mandy just moaned thru the gag.
"She's soaked right now, and she's all yours." Jess said. "There's condoms in her top dresser drawer."
"What about you?" I asked. "I mean, you're here, and..." I didn't know how to ask her to leave, because I didn't feel I had a right to. After all, it was her room, too. But I wanted to be alone with Mandy.
Jess picked up a coil of rope and dropped it at my feet. She suddenly looked scared. "Oh my god!" she cried. "You tied up Mandy! Please don't hurt me!"
Taking this cue, I picked up the rope. "Turn around," I said.
"I won't tell anyone!" she cried. "Please, don't hurt me." She turned around, crossing her wrists behind her back. I tied them together. "Please don't rape us," she begged mockingly.
I pushed her down on her bed and tied her ankles together with another piece of rope. "I'll scream for help," she threatened.
I pulled the pillowcase off her pillow and tied it over her mouth, cleave-gagging her. She moaned as I pulled up her ankles and hogtied her.
"Is this what you want, Jess?" I asked. "To be tied up while I fuck your roommate?"
Jess moaned in the gag and nodded vigorously.
I stripped off my clothes. I could barely contain myself. I found a box of condoms in the dresser, right where Jess said they would be. I rolled one on and climbed onto Mandy's bed. "You want this?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded.
I reached down and felt her slit. Jess wasn't kidding; she was soaking. I looked over at Jess, who was staring at us. There is something about a gagged woman that really sets off her eyes.
I had my way with Mandy until we were both spent. When we were done, she startled me by crying. I untied her and took off the gag. "That was incredible," she sobbed in my arms. "I can't tell you how long I wanted this." I just held her and stroked her long hair gently.
After a while, I looked over at Jess. She was still staring at us.
"I have the day off." I told Mandy. "What should we do with Jess?"
"Leave her." Mandy laughed. "It's payback time, sweetie," she said to her bound friend. Jess moaned in protest and struggled, but the ropes held her fast.
"Take me to breakfast?" Mandy asked.
We went to breakfast, leaving Jess tied up. After we ate, I dropped Mandy off at the dorm, giving her my home phone number.
Since then, I have been seeing Mandy in secret. She will be going home for the summer soon, and all I can do is hope she comes back.
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