Hello. Have you ever watched one of those storyline bondage videos? Where the vibe is a little campy, but there’s a plot driving why the models are always getting tied up and gagged? If you’re familiar with and are a fan of those; this might be for you:

I'm the female half in this fantasy. The male half is my long-term boyfriend. We share a loving, secure relationship. We are also both devoted kinksters and avid explorers of the taboo. The only other time we've invited a third person into our playtime was when I had a girl friend curious about being bound and gagged-- I knew just the guy to ask for that, lol. Anyway, we've never played with another male before and we've never both been submissive in the same scene, so this is exciting, unexplored territory for the both of us. We were inspired to seek this out while recently watching a film that featured a scene where two co-workers with quite a bit of sexual tension between them were forcibly bound and gagged together by some bad guys for an extended period of time.

The restrained eroticism of being so close to your partner but helpless to do anything had quite an effect on both of us. The couple in the movie writhed against their bonds, struggled and grinded against each other, and tried to communicate to each other in muffled syllables despite having their mouths packed with cloth and taped shut. This greatly turned us on. Like a lot. Another key element that activated our pleasure centers was the concept of being helpless and forced to watch as something terribly exciting happens to your other half while you're powerless to do anything but watch the spectacle while in bondage and complete submission. The thought of seeing my usually masculine, confident, and in-control partner trussed up and gagged like a submissive bondage model while I share a similar predicament, unable to resist the mercurial whims and roaming hands of our captor is quite intriguing. So naturally, we had a few drinks together and now we're on the internet trying to find someone to tie us up. Life is weird.

With that in mind, we have decided to try and set up a (semi) realistic scene for a weekend in the (hopefully near) future. Here is one scene we came up with together, if you have another in mind that may be a bit more realistic and safer in practice, we will be open to that suggestion. Consider this post more of a flag to signal other creative, deviant, intelligent, and kinky beings. We're open to men, women, couples, and trans individuals.

The players:

Me: I'm 5'4, 27 years old, and have dyed grey highlighted with blue and purple streaks. I sport a rocker/goth look/alternative sense of fashion and aesthetics. I am 120 lbs, and possess gracious curves in all of the right places. I have numerous tattoos and a moderate amount of piercings. I'm drug/disease free, educated, and work out regularly.

Him: he's 6 footish, 35 years old, muscular body with great abs, shaved head. He's usually the dominant one, but you eventually you get bored of that and desire to a different perspectives. He wears typical guy clothes, clean-cut, and stoic. He has been an avid fetishist for almost 20 years now so he knows his stuff. If you're a faker or pretender, he will sniff you out. You don't have to be the world's greatest dominant, but knowing the basic tenements of BDSM consent and safety is mandatory.

You can call us Bonnie and Clyde.

The villain:

You're dominant, skilled, or at least voraciously read up in kink - especially role play and bondage. You're probably weird but not insane, you're disease free, and discrete. Age isn't too important, but professionalism and ability is.

The scene:

We just had a full bar set up installed in our basement this past month. We think this would be a fantastic set-piece for a role-play scene. An after hours 'robbery' that is anything but that. We can pretend this is a fully functional bar, and that my boyfriend and I are co-workers who share a mutual attraction to each other. We think this will be a fun and open a lot of interesting doors.

My partner and I are closing up after last call. We hear a knock at the door. Clyde fucks off to the back to do what needs to be done back there leaving me to answer the now locked door. I think it's probably one of our regulars who carelessly forgot a jacket or a lighter.

But it is not.

Before I can react, you have me pinned against the wall inside the bar. You tell me to not say a word. I, dumb founded, meekly comply. You grab a nearby barstool and motion for me to sit. You tie my legs to the opposite legs of the stool, force my hands behind my back, and tie my wrists while leaving enough slack to connect the rope to horizontal legs of the bar stool. You then produce a ball-gag out of your bag and shove that in my mouth. Now I'm bound to a barstool with a humiliating red ball gag forcing my mouth apart. You expertly maneuver your captured bartender to a spot on the floor in plain view of the back doorway area where Clyde went into and force me to make noise trying to cry for help and struggling against my bonds.

This commotion of the stool legs clanking against the floor and the muffled cries of help; or "HELLMMMPH!!! HELLLMMPHH!!!" forces Clyde out, who comes out equipped only with a look of complete shock and perhaps mild arousal to see me in my current predicament. That's when you ambush Clyde from the side and and give him the same treatment.

You pose your bound and gagged bartenders right next to each other on matching stools and take a few photos for a souvenir. You then leave us to struggle and ball-gag talk to each other while you do something out of our line of sight in the back. The commotion of two bar-stools trampling on the floor brings you back to the main area of the bar. Just in time to see Clyde has somehow maneuvered his stool in a position to mine to try and free my wrists. Obviously, this is unacceptable. Announcing that due to the fact no one pays for their drinks in cash anymore, you're going to have to use us for your own perverted and kinky pleasure to make the effort of binding and gagging us worth your while. You muse to yourself "who shall I work on first?" as the intensity of our futile struggling and ball-gagged grunts ramp up in intensity.

"Spankings, forced oral, more photography? Quite a menu for tonight" you say as you slowly begin to undue the laces and buckles of my corset while Clyde is forced to watch. I can't help but think:

'All those damn muscles are useless when bound with rope, that quick-wit doesn't apply with that stupid gag in his mouth. At least he looks kind of cute bound and gagged. Too bad this is probably going to be a long night'

You then grab that ominous black bag you were carrying earlier and began neatly laying out the tools of the trade on the pool table, you see Clyde turn to me and say "Why does this shit always happen to you" only, it sounds like "why do thssss shhht ally happemmmph rrrrr uumph?"

All I can do is turn look at you, then at Clyde, and say "FUUUCK UUMPH".

You're not quite sure who that was meant for.

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