The Boyfriend's Revenge (bondage story)

This brief story contains some mild bondage and humiliation. Reader discretion is advised.

Amelia wriggled and squirmed, trying desperately to free herself from the tight red rope holding her prisoner. It was no good at all: she was no closer to freedom now than she had been half an hour ago, when Jimmy left. She sighed through her gag, wishing she could have done things differently.

It had seemed like such a good idea when her colleague Dan offered to buy her a cocktail after work last night. It seemed like a great idea when one cocktail turned into five. And it seemed like a fantastic idea when he asked her back to his hotel for a nightcap and, he added winking, a few games of 'kidnap the damsel' using her stockings and his necktie as props. If there was one thing Amelia loved, it was a guy who took charge.

But it had all gone terribly wrong. She wasn't sure how; it was possible someone saw them flirting in the bar next door to work. Maybe that hadn't been such a good idea after all, Amelia thought glumly. She wasn't always the sharpest knife in the drawer. However it happened, Jimmy found out, and decided to get his revenge.

At first everything seemed fine. Jimmy arrived at her apartment, gave Amelia a kiss, asked her about her day, then told her he was ready for his dinner and gave her a playful smack on her pretty ass, which she knew was shown off by her skimpy yellow sundress. Same old Jimmy. Then after a glass of wine he was all over her, practically dragging her up the stairs to her bedroom and telling her in no uncertain terms what he planned to do with her. Trussed up and ravished twice in two days, she had thought. Lucky me!

But not lucky after all. Once she was thoroughly bound and helpless - wrists behind her back, elbows together, breasts framed and forced outwards by a chest harness, legs bound at knee and ankle, all secured with rope pulled impossibly, inescapably tight - Jimmy had revealed the truth. He knew everything, was disgusted with her, and was leaving. She tried to beg, she tried to plead, but he laughed in her face, yanked a knotted red cloth between her teeth, plastered three strips of duct tape over that, and told her he didn't intend to listen to her chatter any longer. Poor Amelia tried to tell him she was sorry, tried to call for help from a neighbour, but the gag stifled her cries to a pathetic mewl that even Jimmy could barely hear.

With the plucky girl reduced to a helpless damsel, Jimmy completed her distress. He pulled out a pen and wrote QUIET TIME on the tape gag, laughing at her humiliation. He took dozens of photos of Amelia, squirming and helpless in her ropes and gag, and posted them to her social media accounts while she begged him to stop. And finally he walked out of the apartment with her money, her credit cards, and every scrap of underwear she owned.

"Don't worry, babe!" he called over his shoulder as she moaned and thrashed in her bonds. "I contacted Dan's wife and told her to where to find you. I'm sure she won't take advantage of your helplessness at all..."

FIN