The Student | free bondage story

"I've got so much study to do tonight." Andrea's sigh was loud and I sympathized with her. I've been there and done that at university – burning the midnight oil never gets any easier at the best of times. She's studying for her Grade One nursing diploma and believe me, there's a lot involved – so much nauseating technical stuff it's not funny. I can't get my brain around all the medical jargon that she's got to learn – and understand thoroughly. It's not a subject where you can get by on rote learning.

"No worries," I smiled. "I'll keep you company. I've got a good book that I want to finish reading. Maybe catch up on my e-mail." Our study is equipped with two monitors hooked up to a central CPU so we don't have to worry about taking turns. It's also furnished with a couple of soft chairs and a coffee table, which we find useful for time-outs or meetings.

"No you won't," Andrea waspishly replied.

"Huh?"

"Because I'll never be able to concentrate. You're a real distraction. You always talk too much."

"Hey!" I smilingly protested. "No fair. I'm just keeping you company!"

"Yeah, yeah," she grinned. "I've got to get going yesterday. I've got this assignment due tomorrow and it's a real bitch."

"Sorry to hear that," I replied before adding, "I promise to be quiet." I unsuspectingly reclined deeper within my chair. I was really looking forwards to reading the latest Harry Potter novel. It'd just arrived in the mail today and I couldn't wait to find out what happened to him.

"Oh, you'll be quiet all right." Her voice should've warned me. Andrea rose before pulling me up. "Come on. I'm going to tie you up."

"What?" astonished, I protested as vehemently as I could. "But I promised to be quiet! Besides… I really want to finish this book."

"Harry can wait," Andrea said with a malicious smile. "Remember the contract that we signed last year? The one that says that I can tie you up any time, any place that I feel like? And that's just what I am going to do – right now. I want a quiet night." She grinned wolfishly. "Who knows? You might even enjoy yourself."

I sighed inwardly. Andrea had me over a barrel. I had no option but to obey. Why did she have to pick now, of all times though? I wasn't happy. Don't get me wrong, I love bondage but… Harry Potter takes precedence over everything – must be magic or something. Oh well, maybe we could compromise. "Ok, you can tie me up," I reluctantly agreed. "But… will you untie me once you're finished?"

Andrea thought for a moment. "You know that I reserve the sole right to decide when, where – and how long you stay bound. But… OK. I'll untie you when I'm finished. You must really want to read that book huh?" she laughed.

I nodded, intently studying my girlfriend. Hands firmly planted on her hips, Andrea's gimlet eyes bored into mine, daring me to challenge her and I shivered with anticipation and not a little trepidation. Andie might have the build of an anorexic shrimp (not that I ever dared say as much) but she owned me – in every way. Her elfin Vietnamese features, I thought, were more beautiful than ever while she solemnly regarded me and I said so.

"Don't try to sweet talk me," she said with a chilling smile. "I'm going to tie you up – good 'n tight, and that's it. End of story."

I meekly replied (what would my work colleagues say if only they could see me now?) between wondering how on earth two people standing on such opposite poles ever attracted each other – of course, we had that very special one thing in common binding us together… I remembered meeting her only a couple of years ago at university. I'd noticed Andrea sitting by herself between lectures and there was just that something about her which drew me to the girl like a moth to a flame (of course it had nothing to do with the beautiful clear plastic raincoat buttoned up to the neck that she was wearing). I surprised even myself – I never normally approach girls like this, but perhaps a higher being than us wanted Andie and myself to meet each other. Andrea seemed surprised but nevertheless pleased that I was actually taking an interest in her.

The conversation flowed from that moment – I never realised until much later that I'd missed both of my afternoon lectures; the time passed like a blur. We talked and talked – about everything. When I told Andrea about how I'd been tied up for a practical joke during knot-tying practice at Scouts, she dissolved with laughter before gazing into my eyes. 'Not you too?' she'd said.

I knew then that Andrea was the girl I'd been looking for since I was old enough to understand the meaning of the word, 'bondage'. Our eyes met with an understanding that transcended words.

Later that week, after enjoying dinner at Andrea's place for the first time, she shocked me by producing some rope (a lot of rope!) and saying, "I'm going to tie you up now."

Andrea must've had some good teachers. I remained bound – in one position or another for the rest of that long, long weekend – not once did I even come close to escaping. Our bondage games really took off from that point – did I mention that we've also been inseparable ever since?

Although Andie enjoys being tied up, she likes being on 'top' much, much more – and it suits me right down to the ground because I really love being bound and gagged. It's the best thing in the world, and she knows it too. Signing that contract also added that much more excitement to our tying up games – as we often term bondage, for that's all they are (I simply gain pleasure out of being tied up, nothing more), because there's nothing like being bound without any possible chance of escape or release. Andrea's the one who decides how long I remain tied up – or release. Fortunately, she's always been reasonable about how long I stay bound; it's rarely much longer than a couple of hours.

But I personally thought that withholding Harry Potter for an evening was going too far. Didn't she understand?

Andrea must have read my thoughts for she suddenly smiled again before taking my hand and towing me to our bedroom. "Let's look at it this way, it'll give you something to look forwards to later, won't it? Think positive, baby. Now…" her voice sharpened. "Get the ropes out, then strip."

"Yes, Andrea," I sighed before adding, "Is this really necessary?"

Somewhat crossly, "Yes, it's necessary. Now come on."

Andrea was judge, jury and executioner rolled up in the cutest package that I'd ever seen. There was nothing sweet or cute though about the way she was handling the ropes with such practiced assurance and I felt my dick swelling while I studied the cords lying on the bed. Maybe it might not be such a bad evening after all.

"Look, big boy's excited," she giggled, destroying any pretence or excuse I had for wriggling out of my predicament. "Now I'm horny too. Can you imagine how wet I am? That's another reason I want you out of the way tonight." Her voice grew condescending. "Behave yourself tonight and maybe big boy there will see some action tonight."

"That's enough. I know all your tricks. Don't even think about it. I said - later, ok?" Andrea was all smiles. "Ok, put your hands behind your back now. I want to get on with my study and we're just wasting time standing around like this."

There's nothing like the sweet kiss of cords looping – before tightening around my wrists. Andrea really knows what she's doing and I already knew that escape was already a far-distant dream while she carefully cinched and knotted my bonds. She'd tied my wrists over each other in a 'X' – I love being bound like this; it's not too uncomfortable but more importantly, it's also almost impossible to wriggle out of.

"I won't tie you too tight," Andrea solicitously said while she wound more and more rope around my arms, wrapping me up the same way a spider deals with its victims. As usual, her bonds were neat and precise, two wide bands of rope circling my body just above my elbows and immediately below my shoulders. To ensure that I didn't slip out of my bonds (I'm a great wriggler!) Andrea carefully cinched everything, drawing the ropes ever more snugly around my pinioned arms and torso, before looping the trailing ends over my shoulders – creating a harness of sorts so nothing would slide downward.

My legs quickly followed. Andrea was all business now; plainly she wanted to return to her study. She lashed my legs together as if they were logs, tying, cinching and knotting everything with her usual meticulous care, leaving them bound at ankles and above my knees. Nothing fancy – just a nice, solid – and inescapable tie-up. I would still be there an hour later – or ten, depending how she felt.

Andrea is nothing if not careful. She doesn't want me going anywhere. She knows that I'm capable of hopping around whilst bound hand and foot – it's easy, it's just a matter of balance. The kitchen is literally a hop, skip and jump away. She's never forgotten the time I wriggled off our bed before making my way to the kitchen, cutting my bonds – then surprising, overpowering and tying her up! Never again, Andie says. She selected another two pieces of rope, attaching one to my ankles, the other to the harness in the small of my back above my bound wrists before securing them to the frame of our double bed. Anchored to our bed, I definitely wasn't going anywhere now – my tether saw to that.

"Well, I think we'll leave it at that for now," Andrea smiled, regarding me tenderly the way a mother might study her child. "I'll just gag you now then I'll get on with my work."

"Uh, how long will I be here for?" I asked while she fumbled around in the wardrobe where we keep our tying-up equipment.

"Until I'm finished," Andrea coolly replied. "Stop making a fuss otherwise it might be much longer. Your call. Deal with it, baby."

"Yeah OK," I sighed. "Hope your study goes well."

"Ha ha!" Andrea's laugh was loud. "What's with this sudden concern? Oh, I know. You want to be untied already huh?" She lovingly stroked my stiff member before giggling again. "No, I don't think so. I'll untie you when I'm ready and not a moment before. Now… open sesame, as they say." She held my gag aloft for me to see.

The red ball gleamed intimidatingly beneath the spotlights illuminating our bed. It could've been worse. Andrea might have picked the big one. The one she'd picked out was only an inch and a half in diameter but it was still plenty big enough. It's also equally secure; there's no way my gag's coming off once Andrea's finished strapping everything around my neck and head. It buckles up in five places – imagine that! I love being gagged as much as I hate it; does that sound strange? Perhaps it's that latent masochist in me. I absolutely, positively adore the feeling of fullness – and helplessness that a tight gag imparts – but it can become so uncomfortable after any length of time. It's an unequal contest that I invariably lose.

Andrea was waiting and I obediently opened wide to accept my gag. Gently, she pushed the ball home before fastening each strap in turn, securely clamping my jaws down on the ball that now filled my mouth. My gag was not tight but I wouldn't be saying much of anything for a while.

"Remember, I love you," Andrea cheerfully said, leaning downward before pecking me on the lips – or rather, the curved surface of the ball protruding out of my mouth.

"uuuhhh oohhhoovvvvhhh uuuh oooh."

Pleased with my response, Andrea smiled again. "I'll talk to you later. Behave yourself, ok?" she said before switching on the baby alarm that we use for our bondage games. "If you have any problems like breathing or anything, just give me a yell and I'll be right around. But…" Her voice hardened. "Don't you dare disturb me for any other reason. Understand?"

I meekly nodded. Hopefully Andie wouldn't be too long.

"Toodle-oo, pip," said Andrea. "Catch you later." Then she was gone, leaving me bound hand and foot, gagged – and very alone.

Eventually I settled down to enjoy my bondage – I really enjoy this nice "feel-good" kind of tie-up, although I wished that Andie was there to keep me company. It's fun watching the TV together while I'm bound and gagged – or vice versa. Once, a sympathetic – and understanding cousin obligingly tied both of us up together, leaving us securely bound and gagged until the Titanic finally sank some four hours (including ad breaks!) later.

The minutes – and hours (well, it seemed that way) dragged past with increasing slowness. Although I wasn't really uncomfortable (my arms only ached a little bit – ditto for my jaws), the loneliness and boredom began to grate on me. The house was very quiet. I could not hear any traffic noise either. Although it was only early evening, we live in a conservative neighbourhood where everyone's home by seven or so. Someone vandalized a letterbox a couple of years ago – that's about as exciting life gets around here, and we like it that way. I had no way of telling the time and I began to long for Andrea's company – and voice. Anything to break the monotony of studying the walls. I had to do it. I grunted loudly into my gag three times – my pre-arranged safety signal, one that Andrea could not ignore.

"Hello," Andrea brightly said, as she unbuckled my gag. "Are you OK?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Then why did you call me?"

Because I was bored," I hesitantly replied as her forehead furrowed in the beginnings of a frown. "Uh, how much longer will you be?"

"I don't know!" Andrea replied with some asperity, clearly annoyed that I'd dragged her out here for nothing. "My essay's pretty tough going. I didn't say that it would be quick or easy."

"Sorry to hear that," I murmured – as my heart sank with her words.

"Yeah, I just bet you are."

"You already did," she sighed. "What did I tell you? Don't disturb me."

"Sorry." I didn't know what else to say.

"You'd better be." Andrea picked up my gag. "Ok… open up, it's time to put up and shut up, as they say."

"Please…"

"No. And that's my final word on the matter. I'll untie you when I'm finished. I already told you that. Now open your mouth – or do I have to do it for you?"

Defeated, I reluctantly complied.

"Don't disturb me again – or else." With Andie's words ringing in my ears, she left without a backward glance.

Minutes became hours. Hours became days. It's wonderful how time crawls past when you're bored. No longer aroused, my dick was limp and flaccid. The ache within my jaws grew. This was beginning to be no longer fun. I estimated that I'd been tied up – and gagged for something like two hours now – when would Andie ever finish her bloody essay? I thoughtfully chewed on the ball strapped within my mouth while I impatiently waited for her return and the sex which would follow. Luckily it's quite spongy and I can temporarily relieve the ache by biting down on it, although I can't hold the pressure for long. I could even push the ball halfway out of my mouth but it was too uncomfortable holding it there for any length of time so I didn't try.

My ropes were not especially tight but she'd tied everything with her usual meticulous care – every knot, was far, far out of reach where I couldn't hope to un-pick a single thing. Escape was out of the question and I inwardly sighed after testing the security of my bonds for the hundredth time. I would have to stay bound until such a time that Andrea decided to call it a night. I groaned. What was the time anyway? It must be pretty late now. I closed my eyes before sighing again and mentally debating the wisdom of calling Andrea again. If she allowed me to go without my gag, I could handle being tied up for however long she decided. It would be nice being able to breathe properly again – not to mention how much I wanted to relieve the growing ache between my jaws. It, more than anything, decided the issue. Surely… that qualified as a genuine emergency?

I gathered myself before grunting loudly – three times.

Andrea's appearance was instant – one thing I can't accuse her of is lack of concern for my welfare.

"What do you want now?" she demanded.

I gazed helplessly into her eyes and grunted again.

"This better be good or…" Andrea let the words hang in the air as she none-too-gently unbuckled my gag.

"Phew… That's better," I groaned as I worked my jaws up and down. "What's the time?"

"Ten o'clock. And no, I'm not finished yet," she growled. "Now, what's the problem?"

"Well…" I nervously began. "I've been tied up for a while now and… no, no – I'm not asking you to untie me or anything like that yet but… I was hoping that I could just go without my gag."

"Oh, I see," Andrea thoughtfully mused. "You don't like it huh?"

"Not really. It's… very uncomfortable after a while."

"It also keeps you nice and quiet," she said with a smile. "What if I leave it off? Maybe you'll keep interrupting me. Nag, nag, whine, whine. I know you."

"I promise you I won't," I earnestly replied.

Without another word, Andrea rose before rummaging in the wardrobe again. I watched her with a sinking heart. Surely she wasn't thinking about… "There we are." She triumphantly emerged with her spoils and my heart plummeted to the bottom of my stomach. It was a cold, heavy ball as I watched her untangling the straps.

"But… I thought you said it was OK!" I protested.

"I never said anything of the sort," she replied with an aggravating calmness. "I took it off, like you wanted but… I never said anything about replacing it with another, did I?"

I stared with utter horror in the direction of the big ball-gag that she was carrying over. It's the largest – and most uncomfortable gag in our collection. I couldn't believe that Andie was going to make me wear it – much less for any length of time.

"Oh, come on!" I pleaded.

"Be quiet." Without giving me a chance to continue, she unceremoniously shoved the huge ball between my lips before ramming it home past my teeth. Her dexterous fingers worked swiftly on each strap as she pulled every one tight – around my neck, over my head – and under my chin, forcing my jaws down on the hard rubber ball which now occupied every square inch of real estate deep within my mouth. "Don't bother me again or you really will be in trouble," Andrea said with an accompanying warning glare before departing with barely a rustle of disturbed air.

I couldn't believe that this was happening. The quiet night I'd been looking forwards to enjoying with Harry and his pals was in tatters now. I miserably moaned into the ball strapped deeply inside my mouth before shifting position. My hateful gag was so big! Unlike my last gag, the ball was virtually solid rubber with hardly any 'give'. When I bit down on it, the horrible thing immediately sprang back into position. I did not know how I was going to wear it for even 30 minutes, much less any length of time. I rolled around on the bed before desperately studying the door. How much longer I had to stay bound and gagged, I had no idea.

My ballgag was the center of the universe as it swelled inside my mouth like an over-ripe pomegranate, the ache deep within my protesting jaws exponentially growing every minute. Suddenly this tying-up thing was no longer fun – although my dumb dick clearly disagreed with the gravity of my situation. I closed my eyes again before loudly exhaling, unheeding of the fact that Andrea could hear every breath I took. I could only hope she might take pity on me – but none was forthcoming. I had a horrible, sneaky feeling that Andie could easily be up half the night… Some of the stuff that she's expected to learn is pretty complicated – almost as bad as nuclear physics. A chill spread throughout my chest as I gloomily contemplated remaining bound – and gagged until her return.

There wasn't much to see - or do, in short – nothing which might provide any distraction, no matter how small. The TV remained stubbornly blank, its remote far, far out of reach on top. There were some bondage videos in the cabinet nearby but I doubted Andrea would appreciate a call to put something on for me. I moaned again, a cry of pure misery while I settled my head on the soft pillow. Tied up and gagged. What a way to spend a Saturday night. It wasn't that long ago I used to spend every night out on the town with the boys. Wouldn't they laugh if they could see me now? Andrea normally appreciated my company but not, it seemed, tonight. So much for… companionship.