Sucker Bet | public bondage story | bound, ball gagged

Kate could not believe that she'd fallen for the oldest trick in the book, the sucker bet while she traipsed around town with her boyfriend. She'd fallen for his honeyed words hook, line and sinker. Worst of all, she couldn't even complain about her situation for she had been thoroughly gagged. Never again would she say, "'That's impossible'".

"That's impossible!" Kate incredulously expostulated. "You can't possibly be serious."

"Nothing is 'impossible', dear," Robert calmly replied. "And, in fact, I am quite serious."

Kate laughed before studying him. That was what she liked the most about Robert. His laid back and easygoing personality concealed a wicked sense of humour and an adventurous streak a mile long. He was so… out there. White-water rafting, abseiling, jet skiing, snowboarding…. nothing was too extreme. But the most exciting and thrilling of all… bondage.

At first she'd protested after being bound to her bed in an outstetched 'X' but he'd silenced her complaints by jamming a ball-gag in her mouth before spending the next couple of hours taking her to heights she'd never dreamt of. Robert left no part of her body untouched. Eventually, he'd finally delivered the delicious release that she desperately needed, fucking her long and hard until she'd convulsed in the most mind-blowing, blissful orgasm ever. She'd been hooked since. Bondage was a drug which transported her straight to Paradise. It was more than simply physical; it was the loss of control which she found especially exciting. If Robert decided that she should spend the night in an achingly tight hogtie, her hands lashed fast to her feet, she had no choice but to comply. The sex was always brilliant afterward. She never had to worry about faking orgasm.

But what he was proposing today was simply outrageous. It was insane.

Of course it was partly her fault. If only she hadn't shot her mouth off, tentatively expressing her desire to try bondage outdoors. She sighed before shaking her head again. "But… we can't do that," she protested weakly.

"Wanna bet?" Robert smiled.

"Ok, you're on," Kate smiled, confident that he couldn't possibly pull off his plan. There was no way that he could take her bound and gagged all the way around the busy Central Business District of Melbourne. There were millions of people there! Even if he somehow concealed her bonds, how on earth was he going to get away with gagging her? Everyone would see. "What's the deal?"

"I tie you up, gag you then we'll catch the tram to Melbourne where we'll walk around the shops and Southbank by the river," Robert confidently replied. "We'll also have lunch at your favourite caf? before going home. I guarantee that nobody will see you bound and gagged."

"Impossible," she happily declared, convinced that he'd finally taken leave of his senses.

Robert continued as if he hadn't heard her, "If I win – and I will, believe me, then… you will pay a forfeit. Hmmm… let's see. No bondage for one week."

"Ouch. That's pretty extreme," Kate replied, flinching. He'd hit her right where it hurt. How could she go a whole week without the tight bondage that she loved and craved more than anything else? She couldn't sleep without being tied up and gagged.

"Yeah," Robert grinned. "Take it or leave it."

"Ok. And if I win…" Kate thought for a moment. Cruelly, "No football for one month." The World Cup was only a week away. He'd been looking forwards to it for months. "You will spend the time satisfying me upon demand. Deal?"

"Deal," Robert unhesitatingly replied.

It was an unusually cold morning, even for winter and Kate luxuriously allowed the hot water of her shower to warm her to the core. Saturdays were so nice. No work, nothing to worry about. She was looking forwards to a lazy day in front of the fire with the morning papers before catching up with her reading (The Clearing by James Douglas – it contained a mouth-watering scene in which the heroine was trussed up and ball-gagged). Yummy.

She smiled again before snapping her silver bra into place and wandering into their bedroom. Robert was lounging on the bed and… there was enough rope to sink the Titanic lying on the soft quilt. "Wha- what's that for?" she gasped. She'd only been untied half an hour ago after being bound and gagged overnight.

"That's a funny question, coming from you," Robert laughed. "Remember our bet? I'm going to tie you up, then we're going out."

"Oh…" Kate replied as an excitement so great that she couldn't speak coursed throughout her tingling body. "Now? Today?"

"Yes. Now. Today," Robert replied. "Hands behind your back."

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"Yes, my darling," she breathed, before assuming the familiar position.

The familiar tightness clutching her racing heart was always the same while he tied her up but the knowledge how she was going to spend the day added an extra, delicious piquancy to the mix.

Kate thought she would faint as Robert lashed her slim wrists together. The heat deep within her loins was so great that she almost couldn't bear the tingling while he tied her up. He'd begun by folding her arms into a box with her fingers touching the elbows opposite before tying her wrists together with perhaps a dozen wraps of rope. Her securely cinched bonds were tight and Kate knew that wriggling out of anything was already impossible – but Robert was far from finished. He took the long, trailing ends and passed them around – and around her heaving chest, just above her breasts, maintaining a constant tension.

Above all else, she loved being tied up like this when her bonds hugged her with a lover's touch. Already Kate knew that she'd won, no matter what happened. They were circling her body below her breasts, gently squeezing them between two taut, parallel bands of rope. Robert knotted the ends around the increasingly complex, Gordian arrangement of rope just above her securely bound wrists before setting off again. Kate watched with increasing awe and wonderment as he passed the ends between her body and arms before threading everything back the other way, tightly cinching the band of rope below her breasts and repeating the procedure on the other side, then knotting the last remaining inches far out of reach of her questing fingers.

Robert was casually examining the ropes strewn across the bed and she held her breath as he selected another, much longer hank of cord, doubling everything into two trailing lengths. These he draped around her neck, leaving everything dangling in two equal lengths in front of her. Puzzled, Kate stared downward. This was a real departure from his usual style. What on earth was he doing?

Her puzzlement grew as Robert created a series of knots in front leaving several gaps between each one. Robert was all business now, ignoring her surprise as he passed each end between her thighs, adjusting everything so they passed directly above her aching, tingling mound before looping them over the rope draped behind her neck. He dramatically paused before exhaling and passing each separate end under her arms. Kate could only watch as he hooked each rope around the gap above her breasts before returning the way he'd come.

Kate couldn't help gasping as the cords imperceptibly tightened, digging into her tingling, excited crotch. She could feel the ropes insistently massaging her puss through the thin satin of her high-cut panties and it was such a heavenly sensation. She hardly had time to savour her impossibly erotic bondage as Robert wound the ends around the cords behind her back before repeating the procedure.

He was creating the most unbelievable rope harness that she'd ever seen. The woven cords formed a diamond pattern that caressed her tingling skin like nothing else she'd ever experienced. Everything was interconnected to everything else, even the ropes securing her arms in such a way that she could never hope to squirm or wriggle out of anything. She was aware only of her crotchrope. Each successive wrap tightened the cords cleaving her cleft into two. Normally her bondages revolved around total, tight restraint but this was just unbearably erotic and she bit her lip before catching her breath as the cords massaged her cloven crotch. Suddenly Kate wondered how she was going to last the day as she took a tentative step forward. It was like walking on eggshells as her crotchrope caressed her clit, sending dizzying shockwaves of pleasure rippling throughout her defenceless body.

"Stay still," Robert said with a trace of amusement in his voice. "I'm not finished yet."

"Huh?" said Kate before obediently standing like a statue.

"Legs together," Robert said before pushing them together and Kate suddenly realised what he was doing. He was hobbling her! With his usual precise efficiency, he swiftly lashed her legs together just below her aching crotch, cinching everything so tight that the cords bit into the soft unresisting flesh of her thighs. As if this level of security was not enough, Robert carefully lashed her knees together, forcing her to take short, mincing steps.

Each step was sweet agony as the cords bit deeply into her aching cleft and she chewed on her lip, stifling a moan of pure pleasure. Kate was damned if she was going to give Robert the satisfaction.

"Enjoying yourself?" Robert grinned. "I'm looking forwards to going out with you today."

"Get stuffed!" she gasped.

"Language, language," Robert smiled. "Time for your gag now."

"But… How…?" Kate asked as Robert picked up her ball-gag.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," he infuriatingly replied.

Robert was enjoying himself. This was so much fun! If only he could capture Kate's expression. Priceless.

"Robert… Please…."

"Open sesame," he replied.

Kate couldn't believe that this was happening as she allowed Robert to gag her, wedging the big, shiny red 2" ball between her lips before buckling the thin leather strap tightly. No one could possibly miss that thing sticking out of her mouth like an apple.

"It's time to rock and roll," Robert purred, leading Kate towards the door.

She almost panicked. Surely Robert wasn't thinking about taking her out like this?

"Oh, I almost forgot," he smiled. "Wouldn't want anyone to arrest me for unlawful restraint so… here we go." With a theatrical flourish, he produced a small square of paper out of seemingly nowhere and she stared. Wha- …?

It was a crisp white surgical facemask. Robert slipped it over her head, adjusting everything directly above the protruding ball, totally covering everything, save for part of the strap holding it in place. Oh my God… Suddenly the penny dropped and she gulped before swallowing. Robert could get away with this. Her lovely shoulder-length auburn locks almost obscured the telltale strap holding the ball fast. Only the most eagle-eyed observer would be able to tell that she was gagged. No one would remark upon her facemask either. Melbourne was currently in the grip of a major flu epidemic and a lot of people were wearing them to and from work to they wouldn't get infected.

"Your coat, ma'am," Robert said with affected courtesy. "You really shouldn't go out with so little on. You might give people ideas. Like me."

"Mmhhmmm!" Kate didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Damn that gag! It was so tight! That ball really filled her mouth, preventing her from managing much more than a heavily muffled gurgle. She could only helplessly stand as he draped her favourite coat over her shoulders. Sometimes charity-shop shopping turned up the most amazing gems and her vintage leather coat was one of them. Unlined on the outside, its rough brown exterior hid the most beautiful soft, smooth velvet lining that helped keep her toasty warm on even the coldest days. The collar, cuffs and hem were lined with a three-inch wide band of sheepskin. It was a lovely coat and she adored wearing it.

"Shoes," Robert said. "Keep your feet dry. Here. Let me help you." Before she had a chance to react, Robert helped slip her glossy Italian knee-high boots on before zipping each up.

"Hhmmhhmmm," she said helplessly as he adjusted her coat with a final flourish. Why hadn't he buttoned it up?

"Don't be so impatient," Robert said, pocketing his keys. "We're going now. Shall we?"

{[Kate steps outside...]} Kate could not believe that this was happening as she nervously tripped down the hallway before approaching the doorway. She was dying a thousand deaths as the doors slid apart. Bound, gagged and crotchroped, she'd never felt as vulnerable, helpless – or excited. This was impossibly wicked. It was also so much fun as well. She hesitantly stepped outside. The street was busy. A brisk breeze was blowing and it lifted the hem of her coat, blowing it wide open. Kate would never forget the shocked bemusement of a young guy who blinked before gaping.

"Oops. Wardrobe malfunction," Robert smoothly said before re-adjusting her coat – and buttoning her into everything.

She'd lost her bet – but Kate knew that she was bound to have a great time. This was just completely far out.

She felt so strange strolling down the familiar environs of busy Brunswick Street in full view of dozens of people. Although it was cold, the wintry weather hadn't deterred the breakfast/brunch crowd, a motley mix of businessmen, students, artists and musos recuperating after another big night out with their caffeine fix and endless cigarettes.

More than ever, Kate felt as if everyone could see right though her disguise. She felt positively naked beneath her coat, as if everybody could see through its thick folds. She was acutely aware of the tight bonds hugging her body from neck to crotch. Her crotchrope was a silky devil, whispering sweet nothings to her with each agonized step she took. Kate could feel her face flaming while she tottered down the footpath. Bound and crotchroped. Oh my God… What would all these bright, sophisticated young things say if they could see her other persona? It would really shake them out of their complacency.

Kate's hobble forced her to walk slowly, lest she fall. Keeping her balance was surprisingly difficult with her useless hands lashed together behind her back. She'd never realised until now, how much she was reliant on her arms for balance. Fortunately, Robert was there to hold and steady her, while he kept up a stream of inane chatter. Eventually, her shattered equilibrium slowly began returning along with her confidence. It was fascinating seeing how people reacted to her.

The vast majority of pedestrians impatiently rushed past while others lingered, checking her out in the time-honoured manner of young people worldwide and she forced herself to return their gaze. It was amazing how unobservant everyone was. She'd thought that everyone would notice the narrow strap holding the ball tight in her mouth but so far nobody provided any indication that they'd noticed anything out of the ordinary. A few people had seen her facemask but they'd immediately averted their gaze - as if they might catch some disease, she scornfully thought.

Incredibly, Kate realised that she was enjoying herself. This was all just terribly naughty – wicked even. But… she was really living; living right on the edge, on the tip of the precipice. Any moment she could be found out and exposed.

The tram was coming and she instinctively retreated as it pulled up to a halt with a horrible squeal of poorly maintained brakes. How was she going to get on? With her legs bound together above her knees, walking was hard enough, never mind stepping up the six or so inches required to access their tram.

Somehow, she had no idea how, she managed to raise her bound legs enough to board while everybody impatiently watched and waited.

"Come on, you cripple," the driver growled before jerking his tram forwards – Luckily Robert was right on the ball or she would have fallen. The game would've been up then – never mind the world of hurt involved with a bad fall. She should have thought this out better but she'd been too excited to care about the potential pitfalls. More than ever, Kate wished that she still had the use of her hands – but they were tightly bound behind her back and no amount of struggling would free them.

"Is she alright?" an elderly lady asked, with obvious concern.

"Yes, she's fine," Robert answered.

"I was addressing your girlfriend, young man," she said with some asperity. "When I want your opinion, I will ask you."

Oh no, Kate thought.

"Are you OK, my dear?" she brightly asked, her beady eyes alive with interest.

"Mhgghmm," she grunted before vigorously nodding.

"I'm very glad to hear that," the old lady smiled. "But what's the matter with your voice?"

"She's got laryngitis," Robert timidly offered. "She's not allowed to speak. Doctor's orders."

"You poor dear," she sighed. "I'm very sorry to hear that."

It required all of Kate's willpower to prevent the laughter she could feel bubbling out of nowhere. Oh well. Payback time would be sweet indeed – if she could think of something.

She could see one couple staring and whispering, and she looked away but thankfully neither said anything, although they made a point of passing her before getting off near Melbourne Central. Phew… His gaze was altogether too knowing for her liking.

Disembarkation was easy – thanks to the new tram 'super-stops' that the council had recently installed for disabled passengers. They still had to cover the best part of a kilometre before reaching their destination. It was a slow and torturous walk, not least because of the tight cords massaging her aching, tingling privates. They'd pushed the thin fabric of her silver satin panties deep between her labia and it barely prevented the cords from rubbing her clitoris. It was constant, exquisite hands-off masturbation of the most devilish, unbearable kind. She stopped before softly moaning, unheeding of the curious stares of several passerbys. She was horny, horny, horny. Didn't Robert understand how much this was affecting her?

At least the spectacular views from the Princes Bridge overlooking the murky brown Yarra and Southbank on the left provided some excuse to stop. The clouds were clearing and Kate began to feel uncomfortably hot, buried deep within the confines of her long leather coat but she dared not ask Robert to undo a single button. At least her stupid facemask was serving some practical purpose – the fumes from the passing traffic were really quite bad. There was no wind to dissipate anything.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" Robert remarked conversationally as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Are you enjoying your walk, my darling?" he asked, holding her tight.

She nodded weakly.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," he replied, his grin leaving her in no doubt how much he was getting off on all this.

There were thousands of people enjoying the unseasonally warm weather and she was terrified that sooner or later someone would spot her gag and raise the alarm – but she had no way of communicating as much. It would be so embarrassing explaining everything away. Nevertheless, Kate couldn't help relishing her delicious predicament. Nobody else was enjoying half as much fun as her. This loss of control was amazingly stimulating. The crotch of her panties was already wet through and it wasn't just her crotchrope doing all the hard work. Her spine tingled with excitement as she happily gazed around, soaking up the views. Bound and gagged in public. Oh my God… Her skin tingled with excitement as she stood stock still, enjoying the momentary relief from the unwanted attentions of her crotchrope.

"What would you like to drink?" the attractive young waitress politely asked. Somehow they'd made it all the way to her favourite eatery, the Blue Train caf? on the second level of Southbank, without incident. As efficient as ever, she'd hardly been allowed any time to perch gingerly on the edge of her seat before someone came bustling in their direction, pen in hand. How was Rob going to un-gag her without everybody seeing? she wondered. It was still strapped in her mouth as tightly as ever. The big ball sat neatly behind her teeth and she could feel drool collecting within her jaws which she awkwardly swallowed with a most un-ladylike gulp. Fortunately, they'd been allocated a corner table beneath the cooling shade of a leafy elm and nobody was seated very close by.

"She will have a gin and tonic," Robert casually replied without missing a beat, "and I'll have one VB to go please."

"No worries, here's your menus. Just call me when you're ready to order," the petite young thing replied before staring full in Kate's direction. "I do hope that her cold gets better soon. Lot of that going round these days."

"Er… yeah," Robert replied.

"Hope you feel better soon. I'll be right back!"

"Hungry?" Robert asked and she speared him with a cold glare. Haha. Real funny.

"It's amazing how chewing on a ball all morning stimulates the appetite," he mused, stirring his drink which had arrived moments after ordering.

"Mmhmm!" she replied indignantly.

"Temper, temper," Robert smiled. "Want to go without? Easily arranged. I'll just tell her that you're feeling poorly and you're not hungry."

She closed her eyes before sighing inwardly. Robert was playing with a stacked deck. It was so unfair.

"Sorry," Robert said, rising from his seat. "I was only teasing you."

Before she had time to react, he casually glanced around as if enjoying the serenity of the day before unbuckling her gag with an unhurried, practiced movement, gripping both her facemask and the ball concealed within and popping it out of her mouth. Within seconds, he'd whisked everything out of sight before anybody had time to notice what was going on behind them.

Kate gratefully worked her aching jaws up and down before groaning. "Thanks, that's much better," she sighed before smiling. "I just can't believe that we are actually doing this!"

"Me neither," he smiled, gazing into her eyes. "I love you, my darling."

"I love you too," she happily replied before leaning sideways and kissing him. "Thank you for everything and-"

"Ready to order?" the waitress cheerfully asked and she gasped before hastily retreating. Talk about a party-pooper.

Lunch was delicious as always. Kate felt like a queen as Robert waited on her hand and foot, cutting all her food for her, holding her glass up to her lips when she drank. Being bound hand and foot definitely had its upside.

She could not remember a stranger, more romantic – or nicer lunch than today though. It was the first time she'd ever been helplessly tied up while she ate. Robert was excellent company and she almost forgot her bonds while they talked and laughed.

"Oh, that was a nice meal," she happily sighed. Their plates were both empty and she grinned again. "Thank you very much for looking after me so well. You're a real gentleman!"

"It was a pleasure," Robert replied. "We aim to please."

"Yes, I'm sure," she giggled.

"Now, if milady will permit me, it's time for her gag again," he replied with exaggerated courtesy.

"Huh? But… How?" she asked. The outdoor dining area was full now and they'd had to raise their voices to hear each other over the deafening din of conversation surrounding them on virtually three sides.

"Like this," Robert smoothly replied. "Turn around."

"Ugghmm!" she protested as he peremptorily jammed the ball back in her mouth, again concealing everything with her white facemask before passing the straps over her head so that it wouldn't slip. Nobody batted an eyelid as he lifted her hair before pulling the thin leather strap tight.

"Shall we?"

"Congratulations Robert, you won your bet," Kate ruefully said while she admired the ropemarks decorating her skin. They were the last she would see all week.

"Thank you," he replied modestly.

"At least nobody saw me," she giggled. "You were right, no one had any idea."

Epilogue

"Oh my God!" Kate screamed. "I… Oh my God… I just can't believe this. I do not believe this."

"What?" Alarmed, Robert leapt upward from his armchair where he'd been reading the latest copy of Bondage Life.

"Someone did see us."

"Huh?" Robert could not understand what she was talking about. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Read this," Kate smiled. "Remember Mason? The guy who writes that Bound Blogger column," she prompted.

"Yeah?"

"He saw us. Listen."

Robert incredulously listened while Kate triumphantly read Mason's comments.

Today Melai and I went out for lunch in the city and we saw this girl – an attractive brunette, on the Brunswick Street tram. She was bound and gagged, can you believe that? She was wearing a white surgical facemask and if Melai hadn't pointed it out to me, I might not have noticed those straps going around her cheeks. She'd been gagged alright. Looked like a ballgag to me – had to be! She was also wearing a long leather coat but both sleeves were empty. It was so obvious that she had been tied up. I have no idea what was going on but she sure looked like she was enjoying herself…

But guess what? Now Melai says she wants to try it too – she wants me to tie her up then go out for the day with her bound and gagged. She reckons that nobody will know but I'm not sure about that…

"You know something…" Robert's grin widened as he spoke. "I think we should contact them, then we'll all go out together."

"That sounds great!" Kate enthusiastically replied before smiling brilliantly. "But guess what?"

"What?"

"Someone did see me. You lose. No football for one month."

END