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30/04/2013
I've been listening to feedback, and someone mentioned that they'd like to get a better feel of what I look like. While I'm not one for posting photos, as if I were I'd be sending them to the main blog and not here, I realized that it'd probably be appropriate to at least give readers some sense of what I look like. I'm a little bit below average height, like 5'2” (someone tell me if the notation for that is wrong, because I don't know the imperial system very well) or something, but I haven't measured myself in a long time so I don't know for certain. I'm brunette, I wear glasses, and have green eyes. I don't really wear make-up, and my wardrobe consists primarily of t-shirts and jeans, and pants – I'm not a fashion person so pants is the best description I can really give. I tend to wear my hoodie a lot in the spring and fall, but summer is coming and it'll be unreasonable to do that.
While I'm on the topic of myself I think I should give a bit of character to myself aside from 'Shy.' At first I thought I should drop it from my name for this story because I never meant for it to be a pseudonym, just as an adjective, but in the end I decided to keep it. I write articles (long blog posts, people tend to like them) for a gaming community that I'm a part of, and I toy around with some creative writing as well. I don't work, and I do school pretty much full time but being that it's summer I've got a lot of time on my hands.
I wrote the last story as a spur of the moment thing, and when I first saw it on the site I thought I should have probably told my experiences in the order they occurred, but then I realized that the story I wanted to tell portrayed a much different me than my last one did because of the level of trust M and I have between us. This one happened during last winter break, far before my run-in with naked-couch-girl, and it was another period of time where I didn't have much to do. I also didn't take many classes last semester because I was transitioning into a different program than the one I was in, and I didn't want to jump into courses I didn't have the prerequisites for. M's schedule has always been pretty odd, and at the time we were a lot closer than we are now and we'd spend time together a lot.
I was at home playing video games, doing my thing as normal when I received a text message from M. It was a very innocuous message, “Hey you, are u busy? Want to show you something”. Really looking back I should have picked up on some things immediately but somehow managed to drop the ball a bit. M knows that I'm a writer, and I harp on her all the time about using proper grammar and language and so when she's texting me she always spells out her words. She also calls me 'cutie,' almost exclusively when we're texting or IM-ing, and a lot when we're chatting as well. Her other “pet” name for me is 'imp' but that's something she picked up from my sister when I do or say something inappropriate or that she doesn't like.
“Nah, just in a match. Want me to come over after?”
“yea how long?” That one should have tipped me off immediately but I was super distracted tying to respond while I was playing.
“15m or so.”
“k”
And that was the end of the text conversation. I was ridiculously bored, and I just wanted to hang out with someone, anyone, instead of just playing online with people I didn't really know or care about. I didn't think twice about how the texts were written.
It was snowy out, and although I'm not a huge fan of the cold, it was an incredibly nice day outside. Fresh snow all around but it was late enough in the day that it had warmed up enough that a lot of the mostly-shoveled parts of the sidewalk were completely melted. It made the fine minute walk to M's house very enjoyable – or at least not as terrible as it could have been, I still hate the cold.
I'm not sure if I've given a bit of background on M, but being that this is mostly about her I figure now is as good a time as any. She's been living on her own since she was 19 when her parents moved out and left her with their house here. She's always been mature and able to handle responsibility, and she had a plan for her life so her parents were comfortable letting her live on her own. They still gave her money and stuff while she was in school – especially since she didn't go to school here. She went to college a few towns over, which is about four hours away so the commute wasn't really reasonable. She stayed the weekdays at an apartment she rented and then came back for the weekends.
I think I got ahead of myself there, but that information will come into play later. She's taller than me by three inches or so I'd guess. Long dirty-blonde hair with blue eyes. She's always taken really good care of her appearance and is probably the healthiest person I actually know. She's not a health nut or anything, but she eats well, cooks her own meals, has a healthy work-out schedule, and has really good personal hygiene practices. Super soft, clear skin and whatnot. M doesn't wear a lot of make-up because she knows she doesn't need to. She's just naturally gorgeous and has a lifestyle that'll keep her that way for a long time. She also has an amazing rack, and so far out of the women that I've been with hers are my favorite~
Even though M is super pretty, she's not a pushover either. I really like that she's more than willing to take the lead. It's the alpha-female personality of hers that makes this story so much better, for me anyways.
I have keys to M's house, and a bunch of other friends' houses, so I just let myself in when I got there. I called out hello and didn't get a direct response. I did however hear muffled sounds coming from the living room / dining room area. The living room was to the right of the front door, and then the dining room was to the left upon entering the living room. It was a wide open space and made it feel a larger than it was. The wall to the right, going into the living room, has a big window facing the street, though the curtains were usually closed because when M didn't have a housemate living there – as she didn't at the time of this story – she had a tendency to walk about the house in some state of undress.
This was a state of undress I wasn't prepared for. In the open space between the living room and the dining room was M sitting on one of the dining room tables. I guess sitting is the proper way to describe it, but I think if she had a choice she'd be sitting somewhere more comfortable. She was duct-tapped very securely to the chair, with a piece of duct tape over her mouth as well, and I don't think she'd ever be able to get out of the situation without assistance. Her phone was on the dining room table behind her. As I recall the curtains or blinds or whatever for the back patio doors were wide open letting the bright winter sun shine in, giving her an almost angelic glow – assuming angels still glowed when you kidnapped them. Though the yard was fairly large, it was bordered by waist-height chain-link fences with a total of five houses getting a view of the back of the house. I doubt anyone could see in, but who knows, right?
The chairs have fairly high backs on them, going up to just below neck-height on M – that's important. They have a bit of an arch to them, and near the seat on the back it's split into three connecting pieces. One in the center, and then two thinner (although sturdy) side pieces. The chairs themselves were high-quality and very sturdy all around, but I think that M will keep that in mind in the future.
Firstly, her legs were taped to the two front legs of the chair. Not with like one or two wraps of tape to keep them in place, but pretty much her entire leg was attached to the chair. This kept her legs spread pretty wide, and I assume the intent of that was for easy access. Her arms were taped to the side pieces of the back, again wrapped pretty tightly like her legs. Although her hands were free she couldn't touch anything but the back legs of the chair because nothing else was in reach. Near to her waist/stomach area she was taped to the larger piece of the back of the chair to keep her back firmly against the chair. Above her breasts, around her shoulders she was taped to the top of the back of the chair. I don't know how much tape is on a role of duct tape, but I feel like whoever secured M to the chair used at least a full role, but I might be wrong. The slight arch made her breasts pop out just a little bit, it was meant to be one of those comfortable arches not a huge one. And finally, if I didn't mention it before M was tape-gagged with a small piece of duct tape.
M was the only person who I felt devious around, mostly in part of our type of friendship. I'd seen M naked enough times that it wasn't a shock and I didn't get flustered or awkwardly uncomfortable, but what did catch me off guard was the way she was secured to the chair. I just got this really mischievous grin on my face looking at her, and when I did I watched her roll her eyes.
I walked up and looked her up and down for a moment. She looked like was becoming more displeased the longer I took assessing what was going on in front of me. She was calm though and wasn't struggling or making muffled cries for release, just staring at me waiting impatiently.
I tore off the piece over her mouth, and after letting her get out the pain of having it ripped off so suddenly I said “So, is there a story here?”
“I don't want to talk about it,” was her response. I didn't know what overcame me in that moment, but it was an sight that I couldn't just keep to myself.
“That's unfortunate. Because I do want to talk about it,” I replied. Before she could say anything further I brought the tape back up and place it back over her mouth. She didn't try to pull away or anything, which surprised me a bit. I think she was resigned to the fact that she couldn't have done anything about it regardless. She did give me a dirty look.
I'm going to take a moment to introduce another friend of mine. For consistency's sake we'll refer to him as D. D is a friend of mine that I've had for years, and he was the one who first introduced me to M. My relationship with D has never really made sense to other people, but I think that the best way to describe it is that he's like an older brother even though he's only a year my senior. He is asexual, which means that sex is not something that goes through his mind. He doesn't look at someone like M and thinks, 'God she's hot, it'd tap that.' or anything similar. They dated for a while, and M's very forward personality when it comes to those kinds of topics didn't work with how D felt about their relationship and thus it ended on pretty good terms.
He's the one friend I have that I can go to with questions about sex in general and not be judged or teased for it. We discuss things, and it's nice to hear a logical unbiased perspective that assesses all possible sides of a particular subject. Such as a conversation we had about a piece of 'dungeon' furniture where I was wondering who in their right mind could justify spending $3,000 on a piece of furniture designed for a single activity and a single scenario, that wouldn't even see regular use. It was pretty enlightening, and I really appreciate having someone I can go to talk about those things with. Like I said in my last submission, I'm not super outgoing or active sexually, but I'm very curious.
He's also super respectful of people's privacy and keeps those kinds of conversations confidential. That being said he was the perfect person for me to go to with this story. I knew that the time of day, being about 1:30-1:45pm he'd just be getting out of one of his classes at the college. After pulling up a chair from the dining room and placing myself directly in front of M, I began to text the entire story and what I'd found to him. After a minute or two I got his response.
“Bullshit. There's no way you're that lucky.”
I showed the text to M, who after reading it looked at me. I think she was trying to get a read on what my plan was aside from telling her ex that she was naked and tied to a chair. I sighed for dramatic effect, “Y'know, it really does sound kind of ridiculous when he says it like that,” pause, “Oh! I know~”
As I stood up and moved my chair out of the way M finally started to struggle and make panicked muffled cries. I held up my cell phone and started to take pictures from as many angles as I could think of. Close-ups of where she was bound, which areas were left vulnerable, and anything else I could think of. After I had started to take pictures the muffled sounds became less panicked and more angry, if you could tell the difference. I picked out roughly six pictures to send to D, and sent them off. I started to giggle, almost uncontrollably when I looked at M and saw how angry she looked.
I pulled back up my chair and sat down, waiting for D's response.
“Wow, I fucking hate you. Really? Well have fun, I want the full story later.”
I showed M, and she glared at me. It was at this point that I decided to untape her mouth to give her a chance to get some of it out. “You realize I'm going to kill you, right?” I stored the piece of tape on her breast, so that it was still within reach if anything came up.
“I could open the curtains and leave if you'd prefer. Let someone else come to your rescue?”
“Untie me you little imp.” I couldn't really tell if her face was flush from anger or embarrassment but if I had to guess I'd say about fourty-sixty.
It was an unbelievable rush, and I'm still sad that I don't think I'll ever get another chance at it again. Not only was it the rush of total control, but it was the rush of it not being entirely consensual. There was trust between us, and she knew I wouldn't do anything that would injure her, but it wasn't a situation she exactly agreed to or wanted to be in. Even though I was feeling especially devious I wouldn't push any more limits than I already did.
“You're going to tell me how you got here. Don't skip any details, and start from the very beginning.”
My next story will be the story she told me. I had to stop her several times and make her expand on things to get as many details as I could, and the story goes back to when she started college. It's really good, and I'm looking forwards to sharing that with everyone for the first time ever. It was a long time before I shared the story with D, but aside from him nobody else has ever heard the second half of this whole experience. I hope I did better with this one than I did my first – I tried a lot harder for this one. My first submission was a spur of the moment decision, and so it wasn't really planned whereas I took the time to think of how I wanted to tell this story and what details I should include.
I write a lot, and I'd really like feedback. I know my audience for my other writing, and I know how best to deliver my content to them, but I don't quite have that and getting that feedback and knowing what details the readers what to hear and things is really helpful. Thanks~
- Amy
While I'm on the topic of myself I think I should give a bit of character to myself aside from 'Shy.' At first I thought I should drop it from my name for this story because I never meant for it to be a pseudonym, just as an adjective, but in the end I decided to keep it. I write articles (long blog posts, people tend to like them) for a gaming community that I'm a part of, and I toy around with some creative writing as well. I don't work, and I do school pretty much full time but being that it's summer I've got a lot of time on my hands.
I wrote the last story as a spur of the moment thing, and when I first saw it on the site I thought I should have probably told my experiences in the order they occurred, but then I realized that the story I wanted to tell portrayed a much different me than my last one did because of the level of trust M and I have between us. This one happened during last winter break, far before my run-in with naked-couch-girl, and it was another period of time where I didn't have much to do. I also didn't take many classes last semester because I was transitioning into a different program than the one I was in, and I didn't want to jump into courses I didn't have the prerequisites for. M's schedule has always been pretty odd, and at the time we were a lot closer than we are now and we'd spend time together a lot.
I was at home playing video games, doing my thing as normal when I received a text message from M. It was a very innocuous message, “Hey you, are u busy? Want to show you something”. Really looking back I should have picked up on some things immediately but somehow managed to drop the ball a bit. M knows that I'm a writer, and I harp on her all the time about using proper grammar and language and so when she's texting me she always spells out her words. She also calls me 'cutie,' almost exclusively when we're texting or IM-ing, and a lot when we're chatting as well. Her other “pet” name for me is 'imp' but that's something she picked up from my sister when I do or say something inappropriate or that she doesn't like.
“Nah, just in a match. Want me to come over after?”
“yea how long?” That one should have tipped me off immediately but I was super distracted tying to respond while I was playing.
“15m or so.”
“k”
And that was the end of the text conversation. I was ridiculously bored, and I just wanted to hang out with someone, anyone, instead of just playing online with people I didn't really know or care about. I didn't think twice about how the texts were written.
It was snowy out, and although I'm not a huge fan of the cold, it was an incredibly nice day outside. Fresh snow all around but it was late enough in the day that it had warmed up enough that a lot of the mostly-shoveled parts of the sidewalk were completely melted. It made the fine minute walk to M's house very enjoyable – or at least not as terrible as it could have been, I still hate the cold.
I'm not sure if I've given a bit of background on M, but being that this is mostly about her I figure now is as good a time as any. She's been living on her own since she was 19 when her parents moved out and left her with their house here. She's always been mature and able to handle responsibility, and she had a plan for her life so her parents were comfortable letting her live on her own. They still gave her money and stuff while she was in school – especially since she didn't go to school here. She went to college a few towns over, which is about four hours away so the commute wasn't really reasonable. She stayed the weekdays at an apartment she rented and then came back for the weekends.
I think I got ahead of myself there, but that information will come into play later. She's taller than me by three inches or so I'd guess. Long dirty-blonde hair with blue eyes. She's always taken really good care of her appearance and is probably the healthiest person I actually know. She's not a health nut or anything, but she eats well, cooks her own meals, has a healthy work-out schedule, and has really good personal hygiene practices. Super soft, clear skin and whatnot. M doesn't wear a lot of make-up because she knows she doesn't need to. She's just naturally gorgeous and has a lifestyle that'll keep her that way for a long time. She also has an amazing rack, and so far out of the women that I've been with hers are my favorite~
Even though M is super pretty, she's not a pushover either. I really like that she's more than willing to take the lead. It's the alpha-female personality of hers that makes this story so much better, for me anyways.
I have keys to M's house, and a bunch of other friends' houses, so I just let myself in when I got there. I called out hello and didn't get a direct response. I did however hear muffled sounds coming from the living room / dining room area. The living room was to the right of the front door, and then the dining room was to the left upon entering the living room. It was a wide open space and made it feel a larger than it was. The wall to the right, going into the living room, has a big window facing the street, though the curtains were usually closed because when M didn't have a housemate living there – as she didn't at the time of this story – she had a tendency to walk about the house in some state of undress.
This was a state of undress I wasn't prepared for. In the open space between the living room and the dining room was M sitting on one of the dining room tables. I guess sitting is the proper way to describe it, but I think if she had a choice she'd be sitting somewhere more comfortable. She was duct-tapped very securely to the chair, with a piece of duct tape over her mouth as well, and I don't think she'd ever be able to get out of the situation without assistance. Her phone was on the dining room table behind her. As I recall the curtains or blinds or whatever for the back patio doors were wide open letting the bright winter sun shine in, giving her an almost angelic glow – assuming angels still glowed when you kidnapped them. Though the yard was fairly large, it was bordered by waist-height chain-link fences with a total of five houses getting a view of the back of the house. I doubt anyone could see in, but who knows, right?
The chairs have fairly high backs on them, going up to just below neck-height on M – that's important. They have a bit of an arch to them, and near the seat on the back it's split into three connecting pieces. One in the center, and then two thinner (although sturdy) side pieces. The chairs themselves were high-quality and very sturdy all around, but I think that M will keep that in mind in the future.
Firstly, her legs were taped to the two front legs of the chair. Not with like one or two wraps of tape to keep them in place, but pretty much her entire leg was attached to the chair. This kept her legs spread pretty wide, and I assume the intent of that was for easy access. Her arms were taped to the side pieces of the back, again wrapped pretty tightly like her legs. Although her hands were free she couldn't touch anything but the back legs of the chair because nothing else was in reach. Near to her waist/stomach area she was taped to the larger piece of the back of the chair to keep her back firmly against the chair. Above her breasts, around her shoulders she was taped to the top of the back of the chair. I don't know how much tape is on a role of duct tape, but I feel like whoever secured M to the chair used at least a full role, but I might be wrong. The slight arch made her breasts pop out just a little bit, it was meant to be one of those comfortable arches not a huge one. And finally, if I didn't mention it before M was tape-gagged with a small piece of duct tape.
M was the only person who I felt devious around, mostly in part of our type of friendship. I'd seen M naked enough times that it wasn't a shock and I didn't get flustered or awkwardly uncomfortable, but what did catch me off guard was the way she was secured to the chair. I just got this really mischievous grin on my face looking at her, and when I did I watched her roll her eyes.
I walked up and looked her up and down for a moment. She looked like was becoming more displeased the longer I took assessing what was going on in front of me. She was calm though and wasn't struggling or making muffled cries for release, just staring at me waiting impatiently.
I tore off the piece over her mouth, and after letting her get out the pain of having it ripped off so suddenly I said “So, is there a story here?”
“I don't want to talk about it,” was her response. I didn't know what overcame me in that moment, but it was an sight that I couldn't just keep to myself.
“That's unfortunate. Because I do want to talk about it,” I replied. Before she could say anything further I brought the tape back up and place it back over her mouth. She didn't try to pull away or anything, which surprised me a bit. I think she was resigned to the fact that she couldn't have done anything about it regardless. She did give me a dirty look.
I'm going to take a moment to introduce another friend of mine. For consistency's sake we'll refer to him as D. D is a friend of mine that I've had for years, and he was the one who first introduced me to M. My relationship with D has never really made sense to other people, but I think that the best way to describe it is that he's like an older brother even though he's only a year my senior. He is asexual, which means that sex is not something that goes through his mind. He doesn't look at someone like M and thinks, 'God she's hot, it'd tap that.' or anything similar. They dated for a while, and M's very forward personality when it comes to those kinds of topics didn't work with how D felt about their relationship and thus it ended on pretty good terms.
He's the one friend I have that I can go to with questions about sex in general and not be judged or teased for it. We discuss things, and it's nice to hear a logical unbiased perspective that assesses all possible sides of a particular subject. Such as a conversation we had about a piece of 'dungeon' furniture where I was wondering who in their right mind could justify spending $3,000 on a piece of furniture designed for a single activity and a single scenario, that wouldn't even see regular use. It was pretty enlightening, and I really appreciate having someone I can go to talk about those things with. Like I said in my last submission, I'm not super outgoing or active sexually, but I'm very curious.
He's also super respectful of people's privacy and keeps those kinds of conversations confidential. That being said he was the perfect person for me to go to with this story. I knew that the time of day, being about 1:30-1:45pm he'd just be getting out of one of his classes at the college. After pulling up a chair from the dining room and placing myself directly in front of M, I began to text the entire story and what I'd found to him. After a minute or two I got his response.
“Bullshit. There's no way you're that lucky.”
I showed the text to M, who after reading it looked at me. I think she was trying to get a read on what my plan was aside from telling her ex that she was naked and tied to a chair. I sighed for dramatic effect, “Y'know, it really does sound kind of ridiculous when he says it like that,” pause, “Oh! I know~”
As I stood up and moved my chair out of the way M finally started to struggle and make panicked muffled cries. I held up my cell phone and started to take pictures from as many angles as I could think of. Close-ups of where she was bound, which areas were left vulnerable, and anything else I could think of. After I had started to take pictures the muffled sounds became less panicked and more angry, if you could tell the difference. I picked out roughly six pictures to send to D, and sent them off. I started to giggle, almost uncontrollably when I looked at M and saw how angry she looked.
I pulled back up my chair and sat down, waiting for D's response.
“Wow, I fucking hate you. Really? Well have fun, I want the full story later.”
I showed M, and she glared at me. It was at this point that I decided to untape her mouth to give her a chance to get some of it out. “You realize I'm going to kill you, right?” I stored the piece of tape on her breast, so that it was still within reach if anything came up.
“I could open the curtains and leave if you'd prefer. Let someone else come to your rescue?”
“Untie me you little imp.” I couldn't really tell if her face was flush from anger or embarrassment but if I had to guess I'd say about fourty-sixty.
It was an unbelievable rush, and I'm still sad that I don't think I'll ever get another chance at it again. Not only was it the rush of total control, but it was the rush of it not being entirely consensual. There was trust between us, and she knew I wouldn't do anything that would injure her, but it wasn't a situation she exactly agreed to or wanted to be in. Even though I was feeling especially devious I wouldn't push any more limits than I already did.
“You're going to tell me how you got here. Don't skip any details, and start from the very beginning.”
My next story will be the story she told me. I had to stop her several times and make her expand on things to get as many details as I could, and the story goes back to when she started college. It's really good, and I'm looking forwards to sharing that with everyone for the first time ever. It was a long time before I shared the story with D, but aside from him nobody else has ever heard the second half of this whole experience. I hope I did better with this one than I did my first – I tried a lot harder for this one. My first submission was a spur of the moment decision, and so it wasn't really planned whereas I took the time to think of how I wanted to tell this story and what details I should include.
I write a lot, and I'd really like feedback. I know my audience for my other writing, and I know how best to deliver my content to them, but I don't quite have that and getting that feedback and knowing what details the readers what to hear and things is really helpful. Thanks~
- Amy
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Shy Amy
