Strangers bondage story | plastic, gagged, cocoon

Wrapped up in our snug, cosy cocoons, we could only gaze into each other's eyes. A tiny smile escaped Marciana's mouth while I helplessly squirmed from one side to another, wanting, needing her more than ever. We might as well be strangers for all our ability to reach out and touch each other. I could sense our frustration growing by the minute but there was nothing we could do about it.

Never before had we found ourselves in such a predicament. The sexual tension was palpable but there was no way we could relieve each other – even if we had wanted to. Marciana's eyes met mine, pleading, asking for a release from this… torment but I couldn't help her. We wouldn't be going anywhere until… she decided to let us out. Not for the first time, I found my mind wandering, wondering how on earth we'd allowed ourselves to find ourselves in this bind.

We'd talked about it often enough but the difficulty was finding someone we liked – and trusted enough to help us, fulfil our favourite fantasy.

My girlfriend Marciana and myself are both very, very much into bondage – we both love being tied up and gagged with a passion even exceeding intercourse. Although she'd never heard of bondage before meeting me (I've been into it all my life), she took to the ropes – and gags like ducklings to water. Perhaps it was this helplessness thing which she found so exciting – willingly giving up what she valued the most of all - her freedom to become my bound toy. Maybe it was also the effect that seeing her bound had on my cock. It's paradoxical because Marciana knows how much power she holds over me despite being helplessly bound and gagged! She has only to squirm, sensuously shift position, impale me with a smouldering look and I'm putty in her hands.

Don't ask how I react when she ties a crotchrope on herself, pulling the cords tight so they cleave her cleft in two…

Bondage is terrific foreplay and one which never fails to leave us as randy as a pair of goats. We've tried almost every bondage position in the book, even playing outdoors when the mood took us (There's nothing as exciting – or nerve-wracking as being bound and gagged somewhere like a National Park with the ever-present threat of discovery spicing up our fun. It's terribly titillating taking to the woods with a ballgag strapped and padlocked deep within her mouth with no chance of release until we return to our car), along with acting out various role-playing scenarios that she enjoyed dreaming up. Marciana said it was even more thrilling when I pretended to kidnap, bind and gag her, before "raping" her. Dressing up for the part also played an important element of our fantasies and it really added to the realism of our games.

We were happy campers.

Boredom was a word that never entered our vocabulary.

However, there was that one missing element which we could not do anything about. It was as eternally frustrating as it was positively infuriating.

Marciana wanted, more than anything else, to be tied up alongside me - helplessly bound and gagged together, forced to wait for hours before being allowed release and going for it... It was, so far, a wonderful intimacy of the most special kind, cruelly denied us for the most prosaic of reasons.

Bondage is all about restraint. Tying ourselves up is a physical impossibility and it was always this which stymied our attempts. We'd, of course, given self-bondage a go but being forced to leave some kind of out – for safety reasons, just didn't cut it. Bondage just isn't bondage unless we're bound and gagged with no possible chance of escape – or early release.

Therefore, Marciana and myself 'switch'; that is, we take turns tying each other up. It's not an ideal situation but it's the most we can manage for now.

Therefore we could only suffer in silence. It wasn't like there was anybody we could call to ask, "Hey, we want to be tied up together – can you help out?"

One day however, salvation arrived from a most unexpected source – and that's what this story is all about.

Both Marciana and I absolutely love tight mummification – Think King Tut and his gang, and that what you've got but we prefer more modern materials such as plastic clingwrap. It's easy to apply, it looks and feels great – almost like a second skin. Plastic really clings to our skin like nothing else and that's why we love it so much. The other thing we like about mummification is that it's a) totally inescapable and b) comfortable, allowing for long periods of bound bliss.

"Guess what I bought today?" I smiled as Marciana entered the kitchen. She was wearing her favourite clear plastic raincoat which was still dripping with water after taking Fido outside for her daily constitutional. Another front had just blown through from Antarctica and it was freezing cold – and wet outside. It was that kind of chilly, gloomy, incessant rain that makes you think about building an ark and setting sail for Tahiti. If only.

"Brrr, it's cold," she groaned before taking off her rainwear and hanging it on a nearby hat stand, ready for use later. Noticing the table groaning under the weight of the groceries that I'd just bought, she asked, "How did the shopping go?" before returning my kiss. "Ok, tell all Mike – I've got no idea."

"You give up too easily," I reprovingly admonished. "Come on – you can do better than that."

"Oh c'mon," she wheedled. "Give me a clue."

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"Let's say it's something that we both like very much."

"Fresh prawns?" she giggled. "I love those."

I shook my head. "Wrong. Try again."

Marciana theatrically exhaled before intently studying our shopping but the environmentally green bags that we use nowadays weren't offering any hints.

"It's something that you really love," I helpfully offered. "Something that you can't do without."

Her face lit up like a lighthouse. "Bet I can guess!" she squealed. "You bought some clingwrap!"

I badly wanted to laugh. Imagine getting so excited about such an ordinary household essential. It's about as domestic as you can get – unless you're like us, of course. "Got it in one," I grinned. "They've finally got some of those big rolls in stock – so I bought some." Somewhat boastfully, "Five three-hundred metre rolls." I gently held Marciana in my arms before smiling again. "I know you've been a bit busy lately so I thought a bit of stress therapy this weekend would be just what the doctor ordered."

"Ohhhh… Thank you so much," she breathed before kissing me full on my lips. "You're so thoughtful."

"I'll tie you up after dinner," I gently replied while Marciana quivered like an excited puppy in my arms. I couldn't believe how eager she was. Sometimes she even greets me at the door with her big ballgag already firmly strapped between her jaws, an armful of rope in her hands before demanding to be bound and gagged. It's an aphrodisiac that never fails. "Would you like that?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

"I would love that so much," she sighed before halting. "Actually look… it's your turn tonight. Would you like me to tie you up instead?"

"No," I tenderly replied. "You've had a long week – I really think you deserve a relaxing break. You go first, Ok? I can wait."

Marciana hugged me so hard that I thought my ribs would crack any moment from the pressure she was placing upon them. "Thank you so much again…" she said before sighing deeply.

"What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed, as her face fell like a barometer announcing a hurricane.

"I wish we could be tied up together," she whispered. "I want to be bound and gagged overnight, both of us together, forced to wait until tomorrow morning before being untied and allowed to make love. It makes me wet just thinking about it."

"Stop it please," I sighed. "You're already making me horny."

"Yeah…" Marciana sighed. "Just imagine what being tied up together would be like. Can you imagine that? Can you believe how horny we would be by tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, I can guess," I sadly replied.

"This is so frustrating!" she cried out, beating her fist on the table. "I wish we could be tied up together!" More softly, "It would be so special."

Oh dear. We were in a real bind alright. "I can't think of anything I want more," I fervently replied.

"Me too," she sighed. "Problem is there ain't no genies, angels or robots that could do the job."

I laughed before kissing her again. "Remember that you've still got me."

"Yes, I sure do…" Marciana smiled. "If we could only meet someone who could help us," she mused. "But I don't think society is ready for people like us."

I nodded. Marciana was right. Although we had a wide circle of friends, they were all what one might term 'conservative' – Our neighbourhood is also one of those white-picket fence burbs where everyone knows everyone else. Ditto for work. It was where we'd met after all. The last thing we wanted was being publicly outed and shamed. I could just hear the whispers. 'Did you know that Mike likes tying up Marciana?' Nope. Our bondage games would be forced to stay in the closet where they belonged. We had appearances to maintain.

The doorbell rang and Marciana jumped. Who could it be this time of day? It was already early evening and the wind was howling around the house like ten thousand hungry wolves. "I'll go answer the door," she sighed. "Can you unpack everything?"

"Be careful," I said.

"You worry too much, silly." Her eyes twinkled. "I wouldn't want to be a DID for real though."

"It's Annie!" Marciana called out and I smiled. Annie. Our next door neighbour. She's unattached, single – why, I can't imagine because Annie is a very nice person. Friendly, easy to talk to, we get along very well together, inviting each other over for dinner twice a week or so. Conservative perhaps, but that's not a sin. We knew – and trusted each other well enough to the extent of giving her the keys to our house when we were away on business or holiday. She's also relatively young – well, thirty isn't old (we're 22 and 23 by the way).

I unpacked the clingwrap, carefully placing each box on the top of each other so nothing would fall off – along with several silver rolls of duct tape. I had a lot of shopping to take care of – including the prawns that Marciana wanted for dinner.

"How are you today?" I smiled as Annie entered the warm kitchen.

Her darkly pretty features glowed with pleasure as she spotted me. Annie isn't beautiful but she's got that joie de vivre, if you know what I mean? "I'm fine thanks and you?"

"I'm fine too," I smiled. "May I ask to what do we owe the honour of your company?"

"Ooh la la," she laughed. "Do we have a real gentleman here or what?"

"Yes, we do," I grinned. "Did you miss me that much already?" We'd enjoyed dinner together last night.

"I hate to ruin your evening, but no, I did not," she primly told me before giggling again. "I see you've been shopping," she said, "which brings me to the reason I called around. I've run out of sugar and it's really too far to walk to the shops in this rain – could I borrow some?"

"Sure," Marciana cheerfully replied, "we've got plenty."

"Thanks!" Annie beamed. "I owe ya one!"

"It's a pleasure," I replied as I pushed the clingwrap aside so she could sit down.

"Oh wow," Annie loudly said. "Why have you got so much clingwrap?" Giggling again, "What's that duct tape for? Why, there's enough to wrap up the Titanic twice over."

I wanted to drop in a deep hole. Why did she have to ask the one question that I was least capable of answering? Marciana's face was already colouring and I hastily stepped in to repair the breach.

"It was on special today," I replied. "That's why I bought so much."

"Waste not, want not," said Marciana. She flashed me a thumbs up – well done!

"I went to the supermarket yesterday," Annie slowly said, "and I bought a box as well. I don't recall it being on special."

Oh no… I wished the hole would transport me all the way to China. We shop at the same local supermarket. We'd been busted so bad. Annie's delighted peal of laughter tinkled around the silent kitchen. She examined my burning face before giggling again. "Now what could it be for?" Teasing. "I bet you were planning on doing something really kinky with this."

Marciana and I exchanged looks. What could we say, really?

Annie remorselessly continued. "Like… bondage maybe."

"Huh?" Marciana shuffled from side to side, imploring me to rescue her. She was a real damsel-in-distress but not the kind we'd envisaged minutes ago where the intruder enters the house and wraps her up before…

I was tongue-tied. The words I needed wouldn't come.

Grinning, Annie glanced around the room. "Guilty conscience huh? I guess I'm going to get about as much out of you lovebirds as our politicians during one of the inquiries that they're always holding."

The room was warm but I felt a sudden chill invade my body. This was so – embarrassing. She'd just discovered our deepest darkest secret. "Uhuh."

"Well, I won't pry," Annie smiled. "Some things are obviously best left hidden but… if you ever want to talk about anything, feel free to ask. The most important thing is that you're happy."

"Yeah Thanks…" Marciana eventually asked after a long silence. "Um… How did you ever guess?"

"I didn't," Annie replied. "I just saw those boxes and something clicked in my mind."

"Oh I see," Marciana said.

"You are into bondage, aren't you?" Annie asked.

There didn't seem much point in denying the obvious any longer and we nodded.

"Cool," Annie beamed. "You know, I really used to enjoy being tied up when I was younger but I never had any idea you liked this kind of thing!"

"You're into this as well?" Marciana gasped.

"Not for years now," Annie sighed. "But I liked being tied up. I remember how good it felt being tied up, it was so much fun."

"Yeah… that's why we like it too," I awkwardly said, still uncomfortable about discussing such an intimate subject with our neighbour.

Annie nodded. "I used to play with the local kids," she reflectively mused. "Cops 'n robbers, that kind of thing, you know? We were always tying each other up. It was so much fun being tied up together as well. There we were, bound and gagged, mind you – unable to free each other. It was so funny trying to talk through our gags." Chuckling, "The boys really knew what they were doing."

Marciana drew a shuddering breath. I knew what she was thinking.

"You must enjoy being tied up together so much," Annie cheerfully bubbled.

"Actually, we can't," Marciana sighed.

"Oh… why not?" Annie asked, surprised.

"Because… I don't know how to explain this," Marciana miserably replied. "Bondage… um… it's all about restraint, you know?"

Annie politely inclined her head. "Yup. Go on?"

"Well… we take turns tying each other up all the time but… it's impossible managing it so that we can be tied up at the same time."

"And that's what you really want, isn't it?"

Marciana hung her head as a bright spot of colour decorated her cheeks.

I still have no idea what happened next. Our faces all met as one before Annie hesitantly spoke. "Perhaps I could… help you out?"

"Oh, but you couldn't!" Marciana exclaimed.

"Why not?" Annie mildly asked.

"Because… you're our friend and neighbour and all that."

"And you lied to me," Annie coolly replied. "I think you deserve to be punished for fibbing." Her eyes bored into ours. "Go and take your clothes off – leave your undies on if you like – then I'll wrap you up but good. Maybe I'll let you out tomorrow morning if I feel you're sufficiently repentant."

Oh my God… I didn't dare look south. I knew that my second brain was already betraying me.

"Yes, Annie," Marciana replied, trance like.

Still stunned with the speed events had overtaken us, I half turned before a quiet word from Annie stopped me in my tracks. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Huh?"

"Your clingwrap." Annie critically examined each roll as if they were alive. "I think two should be enough. Take them with you before you go."

"Yes, Annie." I didn't know what else to say.

"Oh, and by the way… I do assume that you have some means of silencing each other whilst you're bound? I want to see your gags or whatever you use, ready for use as well. Now hop to it! Hurry up!"

There's nothing more exciting than being thoroughly dominated – controlled without any say or input into our destiny whatsoever. How had Annie known what we both wanted and needed so much? Questions tumbled through my mind like wind-blown chaff as I slowly changed out of my clothes. We'd skinny-dipped together in our pool often enough so we didn't have to worry about Annie seeing us in our birthday suits. Marciana's eyes were glowing and I hugged her hard before strapping the ball-gag in her mouth as tight as it would go. It's one of those trainer harness models with a million straps and buckles and she absolutely loves wearing it. Nothing else makes her feel quite as helpless once it's on.

Mummification isn't as simple as wrapping each other up. There's a certain procedure which has to be followed. We've practised it so often that it's almost second nature now. Marciana adores being bound and gagged overnight in her sticky, clingy plastic cocoon – but tonight was dramatically different. I could feel a supercharged electricity in the air while we prepared for our very special night of bondage.

"Oh my… You are hot to trot, aren't you?" Annie exclaimed after entering our bedroom where we would spend the night in bound and gagged bliss.

Marciana eagerly nodded and I smiled. I hadn't seen her so happy – or excited for ages.

"Well, just remember that you will stay bound – and gagged until tomorrow." If Annie had hoped her words would deflate Marciana, they achieved just the opposite effect. Her eyes shone with a light that spoke more eloquently than words.

"Mmhmmmm..." Marciana happily nodded assent, drool already dribbling down her chin from the gag strapped in her mouth.

"What are you waiting for Mike?"

"Huh?"

"Your gag." Annie indicated my equally imposing ball-gag. "Marciana, gag him now. I want to see it nice and tight."

Marciana's tight gag couldn't hide her huge grin as she promptly shoved the big ball between my protesting jaws before tightly buckling each strap. It would not be coming off until tomorrow and I wondered how I'd cope until then. I love wearing my gag as much as I hate it. My ball-gag becomes so uncomfortable after a while – but there's nothing like the incredible feelings of vulnerability and helplessness that it imparts. Losing our speech really reinforced the power that Annie now held over us. We could not say anything, much less protest.

"Who wants to go first?"

Marciana and myself both nodded in each other's direction and Annie smiled. "I think Marciana can go first because she was ready before you."

I nodded before picking up the box and tearing it open. I had to handle everything with both hands. Three hundred metres of 1/3 metre wide clingwrap weighs plenty - almost two kilos.

The special intimacy of the moment was indescribable while we carefully wrapped each other in several layers of sticky, clinging plastic before mummification. There was Marciana, gag strapped in her mouth, wrapping my arms, legs, feet and body in one layer of plastic after another. The cool, smooth sheets of plastic felt just… incomparably wonderful as they clung to my body, forming a second skin. We've learned that it's much harder getting out if we wrap each other first. After a while it begins to sweat – and loosen enough to make wriggling out a definite possibility. We'd escaped more than once during our early attempts before refining our mummification techniques. Any sweat we generated would remain within the inner layer of plastic coating our bodies like wild honey. The outer layer would remain unaffected.

I'd expected to feel awkward with an audience watching our every move but strangely enough, there was nothing intrusive about Annie's presence. She remained silent while we prepared each other for the night.

Marciana's beautiful, perfect '10' body gleamed inside the clear, transparent plastic covering every inch of skin up to her neck. More futuristic android than human, Marciana looked so beautiful, so radiant that my heart caught as we tremblingly held each other. She made a sound that sounded something like, 'I love you' and I smiled before replying, "I love you too." She apparently understood my almost unintelligible grunts for she rubbed the ball strapped inside her mouth against mine in an improbably erotic gag kiss before reluctantly breaking our embrace.

"You know, I do wish I could join you," Annie sighed before brightening. "Anyway… you'll have to show me what to do."

Marciana nodded before picking up the duct tape and easing the ends loose from the roll before obediently standing to attention like a new army recruit. I knew what to do. While Annie goggled, I carefully taped Marciana's wrists to her thighs.

"Woww… You must be really worried that she might escape," Annie giggled, staring with hungry eyes while I taped her into total, abject submission.

That's the general idea. Of course I couldn't say so because of the gag strapped in my mouth. Instead I nodded again before patting the smooth, strong duct tape down. Marciana would never wriggle out of anything without the aid of a sharp knife now.

While Marciana wriggled with pleasure, I picked up the big roll of clingwrap before plastering the ends around her chest and arms.

"Are you going to use all that?" Annie asked. "Silly question. Why buy so much if you're not going to use it right?"

Marciana was all girlish giggles beneath her gag as she eagerly, enthusiastically nodded assent. She was really heating up now – in more ways than one. The condensation forming at crotch height wasn't sweat and I felt my chest tighten while I wound more and more clear clingwrap around the girl I loved more than any other. It was such a special expression of love and I knew that Marciana could feel it as well. Her eyes were smoky with love and joy as she stood stock still to receive my benediction. This was the kind of special 'love bondage' which we enjoyed so much where the pleasure comes from being tightly and helplessly bound. That's why we call it "love bondage", because it is how we truly declare our feelings for each other.

Her liquid, dark eyes were huge while she watched me winding her into a thick, tight, inescapable cocoon. I was layering the clingwrap in such a way that I only progressed a couple of inches with each circuit.

There's strength in numbers. By itself, one sheet of thin plastic is weaker than a newborn baby. But layer the same plastic over and over each other, and it forms an incredibly strong cocoon. The strongest man in the world would never break out of Marciana's plastic prison. Eventually I reached her knees and I stopped before wadding two hankies into a square.

"What's that for?" Annie curiously asked and I motioned her over before pushing it between Marciana's knees – they're all bone and the purpose of the wadding is so that they won't rub against each other after being wrapped together.

"Ohh, I get it now – that's so it won't hurt once you've done her legs," Annie smiled. "That's clever."

I nodded before trying to smile through my gag. Marciana made a noise which sounded something like "Hurry up please!"

"Anyone would think you wanted to be tied up," Annie teased. "Ask and ye shall receive. You'll be bound for long enough anyway. Finish tying her up, Mike."

I needed no second invitation, returning to my work with gusto, much to Marciana's delighted pleasure. She's a real bondage pig and it's one of the reasons I love tying her up so much. Sometimes I think that the process of binding each other is the best part. After wrapping Marciana all the way down to her ankles, I carefully helped her sit on the edge of a chair before lashing her feet together until they too, disappeared beneath multiple layers of thick, clingy plastic. However, I was still far from done. Annie helped me stand Marciana upright before I set off again – this time winding everything around and around her luscious body until I felt almost dizzy from making so many circuits with the shrinking roll.

Only Marciana's head and neck were visible now – her body was all but invisible beneath the increasingly thick, opaque layers of plastic covering her from neck to toe.

"Mmmmhmmmm..." Her moans of pleasure were louder now as she disappeared beneath roll after roll of clingy plastic. Her happy cries were music to my heart as I happily patted each layer down before inching upwards.

"Oh my word…" Annie breathed as I tore the last trip of plastic off the empty roll, sealing Marciana inside her plastic cocoon. "That's really something. Oh, how I wish I could be tied up like you."

For once I was glad that I was so tightly gagged. I didn't know what to say. Annie's need and longing was painfully obvious. It looked like we'd created another convert.

"What now?" she asked. "Are you finished yet?"

I shook my head – not yet. Picking up the two-inch wide roll of duct tape, I wound it around and around Marciana just below shoulder height as tightly I could. Duct tape is very stretchy and I had no trouble securing her arms to further reduce what little wriggle room she had.

"I don't think even Houdini could escape from this," Annie admiringly commented as I repeated the procedure just above Marciana's elbows, really pinning her arms against each side of her body.

I felt like telling her that he cheated. Houdini used hidden razor blades and keys to get out. Not Marciana. This was the real thing and I knew that she would have it no other way. The whole point of the exercise was total restraint. Escape was the last thing on her mind. Marciana would be very disappointed if she escaped – not that it would discourage her from trying, if only to reassure herself that she really was bound without any earthly chance of escape – or release. I used the rest of the roll on Marciana's legs, tightly lashing them together at ankles, above her knees and thighs.

"Surely you must've finished now," Annie wonderingly asked after I finished binding Marciana's legs together.

Nope. I shook my head again before picking up the second roll of duct tape with the air of a magician setting up an especially spectacular routine. While Annie incredulously watched, I proceeded to wrap Marciana into a silver cocoon out of which she would only emerge tomorrow morning. Her blazing eyes burned into mine as she wriggled with even greater pleasure after tenderly lying her down on the bed. Although bondage is about restraint, it's not about extreme discomfort and I made sure that Marciana was comfortable with a couple of pillows propping her head up so that she could see and breathe more easily. Otherwise, she was totally helpless. Even a newborn can kick out with its arms and legs but the only movement Marciana was capable of achieving was moving her head from one side to another. She couldn't move, couldn't even roll sideways. She'd been so securely bound that obtaining any leverage was impossible.

"Well…" Our normally garrulous friend was speechless and I badly wanted to laugh while she incredulously approached the happily wriggling, squirming cocoon. "I think… since you're obviously enjoying yourself so much, you can spend the night with Mike – I'll untie you tomorrow morning… if I feel like it, of course. Perhaps this will cure your wicked little ways."

{[mummy_t.jpg]} Marciana giggled and wriggled – telling Annie with her eyes that she couldn't think of anything she wanted more.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from my lovely girlfriend. Incredible as it might sound, she looked more beautiful than ever. It's the eyes which highlight a person's inner beauty and I could tell how happy she was. Bondage is Marciana's life and she was really living now.

"Ok, puss in boots, your turn now." Annie turned to me. Chuckling evilly, "I'm going to do you now, just like your lovely girlfriend then I'll let you make eyes at each other all night. You'll be able to look but you won't be able to touch!"

It was a positively fiendish punishment and I couldn't imagine anything I wanted more than to join my girlfriend in tight, inescapable bondage before being unleashed on each other tomorrow. Surely few would ever enjoy such prolonged, exquisite foreplay…

I couldn't help squirming with anticipation while I thought about the long night lying ahead of us. It wasn't even nine yet. The reward to come would be well worth the wait though.

"Ok c'mon big boy," Annie giggled and I flushed hotly. My dick had a mind of its own and it wasn't shy about announcing how it felt about everything. I was acutely aware of Marciana's longing eyes following my excited, stiff willie and I blushed again. Annie really had us all sussed out.

Bondage is a celebration of the senses – visual and sensory. The sight of my body disappearing beneath layer after layer of smooth, clear plastic was amazing – but it was really the sensory which threatened to overwhelm me. The incredible heavenly smoothness of the sticky plastic caressing every inch of my sensitive, tingling body. The clingwrap circling my body was a second skin and I couldn't help squirming with acute, ecstatic pleasure as it inexorably tightened with every wrap. But most of all, it was the unbelievable, wonderful, overwhelming feel of bound constriction which threatened to push me over the edge – especially when Annie very tightly bound my arms and legs together. It's this which makes bondage more addictive than the most powerful designer drugs. Once you're hooked, you're hooked for life. The rush was absolutely incredible as Annie taped me into my cocoon. My shiny silver carapace shone like a freshly waxed car beneath the light as Annie eased me down on the bed alongside Marciana before pushing us together until we laid side by side.

"I hate to say this but that's a wrap, as they say," Annie giggled while we helplessly squirmed inside our numbingly tight plastic cocoons. Escape was a long, long way away.

"Mmmmmmhhhmmmmmm…. Hmmmhhhmmmm!" Marciana's moans were louder than ever while she wriggled and squirmed as if her life escaped upon breaking free from the confines of her cocoon.

"Anyway, just so you know where we stand, I'm not going to untie you until tomorrow morning," Annie said. Her voice was unusually stern as she remorselessly continued. "Don't think even for one minute that I will untie you because I won't. You will stay bound and gagged until such a time I decide to release you. Oh, and by the way, I'm not a morning person so count on staying put until at least eight or nine tomorrow morning. Although something tells me that's what you want anyway." Her eyes zeroed in on the bulge where my swollen penis laid hidden beneath its plastic cocoon. Her eyes crinkled with amusement. "I hope you enjoy your evening together."

Marciana happily nodded and I returned her smile. My chest was so tight that it actually hurt as I studied her inexpressibly happy features. This was just so special being bound and gagged together with no chance of release or escape. Her eyes met mine with a mutual, shared empathy and she gurgled with pleasure before attempting to 'kiss' me.

"Well, I'll leave you lovebirds to it," Annie smiled. "I'll be in the other room if you need me. But first, would you like to watch a video or something? I can put something on if you like before going… ahem… to bed."

Marciana immediately nodded agreement and I hesitantly followed. Annie wasn't really being kind. She wanted an excuse to leave the light on so that we could see what we were missing. Bound, gagged, unable to caress or touch each other, unable to relieve our already overwhelming need for each other was a subtle, sweet torment which would leave us desperate with unrelieved sexual need by the time tomorrow rolled around.

"Hmmm… The Titanic. That's a good film," Annie mused. "That should keep you amused for a while, I don't think."

It's also one of the longest movies ever shot. Ouch.

Marciana and myself only had eyes for each other while Jack and Rose did their thing aboard the sinking ship. While they desperately, vainly tried to flee the stricken Titanic, I discovered how much it's possible to say with only our eyes. They said more than we could ever express in words, and in this manner, the hours slipped past in a dreamy, blissful haze.

Despite being unable to touch or hold each other, I couldn't remember feeling as close before or since to Marciana while we laid side by side in our tight cocoons. Her eyes never left mine as we showered one heavenly 'gag-kiss' on each other, rubbing the big, red balls so tightly strapped in our mouths against each other's in a silent, wordless affirmation of our love for each other. The paradox was incredible. We were totally helpless, unable to move or communicate – yet we were flying. We were as free as the wild parrots winging over our house each day in search of nectar from the trees in the nearby wilderness reserve.

If there was one, major downside of our heavenly, beautiful bondage, it was the sheer frustration of lying next to each other, not even millimetres separating us, yet totally unable to consummate our exponentially growing need for each other. My erection wouldn't go away, I could actually feel it growing every second while we devoured each other with our eyes. Marciana's eyes were bright with longing as she stared into mine but there was nothing we could do about relieving our need. I couldn't even move my hands, much less move in any direction. Annie had lashed my wrists against my thighs before binding me more securely than any of King Tut's mummies. We definitely weren't getting out of our bonds without outside help – which was exactly the way Annie wanted it and I felt my penis swelling with delicious, tingly anticipation while I thought about the long night lying ahead of us – and the fun which would follow.

It's amazing how fast time passes when you're really enjoying yourself – seemingly almost as soon as Annie put the movie on, she was back. She took in the situation with one glance. "Enjoying yourselves, I see," was all she said with a smile that spoke volumes. "I think I'll say goodnight now," Annie continued in the same casual tone of voice she used after leaving one of our dinner parties. "Sweet dreams and behave yourselves otherwise I really will be cross."

With that, the light went out, plunging us into inky, Stygian blackness.

Eventually details emerged – the silver glow of our cocoons faintly illuminated by the hall light which Annie had left on so she could return quickly if we experienced any problems, the shadowy folds of the curtains beyond – and the brightness of Marciana's beautiful, liquid eyes. They shone with a light which seared my soul while she lovingly nuzzled her soft cheeks against mine between exchanging more infinitely gentle 'gag-kisses' with me.

I was hotter than ever – in more ways than one. I didn't know which was greater, my aching need for Marciana – or the sticky gallons of sweat that my body was producing. Plastic does not breathe and I could feel the smooth clingwrap wonderfully fusing with my tingling skin while I sweated it out. I was so horny that I wanted to scream but all I could do was endure and wait for release. We were in the same boat and that was what made it so special. It was the first time that we'd really been bound together and I hoped that it would not be the last time…

Eventually – I have no idea how, I drifted off to an uneasy slumber populated by one increasingly strange dream after another.

I couldn't move and I groaned before instinctively stretching. Something was gripping me deep within a giant fist, squeezing me tightly with an inescapable iron grip and I opened my mouth before screaming – something was wedged between my aching jaws – what? I'd been… gagged? I almost panicked before my foggy brain gradually cleared. Marciana. Annie… Annie… She'd tied us up - together. Oh my God… I couldn't believe that this was happening and I moaned again before uncomfortably shifting as my erection roared into life.

I turned sideways before studying my girlfriend. Marciana was still asleep, a tiny smile playing around the corners of the gag strapped between her jaws and I felt my heart swell with love for the most special person in my life. We'd just shared a very special intimacy that few ever experience and I wanted the moment to last forever. The first tendrils of dawn were illuminating our quiet bedroom with a soft, effulgent glow transforming our silver cocoons into molten gold and I watched with silent, mute fascination as the sun lit Marciana's rosy cheeks.

Suddenly, Marciana's eyes snapped open. Confused and disoriented, she bemusedly gazed around with glazed eyes before noticing me and smiling. When Marciana smiles, her whole face lights up and I felt my heart catch as she leaned towards me before tenderly 'kissing' me. "Mmmhmmmmm..." she murmured before energetically wriggling and squirming, desperately trying to squeeze out of her tight, suffocating cocoon so she could grab me and…

"Good mor- Oh…. My, my," Annie said, "trying to escape already?" as she stepped inside our bedroom. "Maybe I should leave you to stew a little longer since you're so obviously enjoying yourselves."

"MmmHHMM!" Marciana's frantic protests filled the room.

"Oh, you do want me to untie you huh?" Annie was all smiles. "Say please, pretty please with sugar on top and I'll let you out."

"Mmmmhhhhmmmmm!" Marciana wailed.

"What's that?" Annie pretended to listen. "Sorry, I can't understand what you're saying. You really should learn to speak more clearly. Guess I'll have to leave you again."

"Mmmmmmmmmmm…"

"I could listen to you all day long," she giggled. "You sound so cute when you say that. Anyway… lucky for you I was only joking. I'll start untying you now and you can finish the job, ok? I've got to go to work now so I'll see you later."

"Baby, please don't stop!" Marciana wailed as I drove inside her, wanting, needing all of her. "Fuck me, please fuck me hard… …"

It's true! Sometimes the best things in life are those you've gotta wait for.

Epilogue

Annie moved in with us a week later and she ties us up hand and foot every evening before bed - but the three of us now have a perplexing problem that we can't solve.

Who's going to tie all three of us up together? Annie says she wants to join us in tight bondage every night as well. It's very frustrating for her being forced to go without while we squirm in bound bliss every night together.

If you're into bondage like we are, I hope you'll contact us soon.

Mike.

END