Author's Note: An improbable but fun little work story I started. As usual I welcome your comments, ideas and critique.


Chapter 1

My friend from work, Jack, had called me over to visit him urgently, and I was not sure why. He had been alluding to wanting to show me something important for a while though, so I decided to go over, since he only lived a few miles away.

And of course, I hoped Ella might be there. She also worked with us, and I had had a crush on her for a long time. Even though she was obviously with Jack, just hearing her dulcet voice and seeing her amazing smile wasn't such a bad thing. Not that I ever stalked the printer near her office or anything.

When I got to Jack's place, I was in for a surprise. After some small talk, and starting a beer, which I sipped, spending most of my time looking around hopefully for signs of Ella, Jack led me into the bedroom.

And indeed Ella was there. Except that she was hog tied with excessive amounts of tight rope, blindfolded and gagged and lying on the floor! Still, I would've recognized those slender curves, and smooth light brown Asian skin just about anywhere. I had seen a lot of bondage pictures and videos online but I'd never seen a beautiful woman tied up in real life before. Jack had clearly done a very serious job too because Ella was completely helpless.

With blood rushing to my head, my heart pounding, and an erection beginning to form, I took in the view. Ella was wearing one of her tight sleeveless, stylish tops, and a short skirt, but the rest of her body was contained in rope, rubber and leather.

Ella's hands rested on her rounded and toned buttocks, her tight skirt leaving little to the imagination, and her wrists were tied together with two sets of four horizontal loops tightened vertically and knotted off opposite her fingers, so she had no hope of reaching the knots or slipping out her hands. The rope continued to encase her small waist tightly and under tension. From there I traced the rope up around her biceps, knotted with about five horizontal loops plus vertical knotting, holding her elbows helplessly together.

Then the rope work got more complicated, but the rope around her biceps was connected somehow to snug straps over her shoulders and to more rope that held her triceps together and pinned her upper arms to her torso via rope that ran above and below her C cup breasts, which were pleasingly crushed to the floor, but whose curves were still very well outlined. The rope connecting her upper arms to her torso was knotted off vertically at the junction between where the above breast rope, below breast rope and triceps rope met so it couldn't slip.

Ella's cruel yet lovely predicament continued, with a ball gag, and blind fold harness, easily applied to her head because her long black hair was in a ponytail. The giant, most likely painful ball gag, looked like a two incher, and parted her thick lips. The gag was pulled deep into her mouth too, because the harness was roped from behind her head, first tautly to her upper arm ropes and from there under tension to her tightly bound ankles, which were pulled up towards her head in a hog tie. Although Ella was helpless, her legs were also tied below and above the knees with tight horizontal loops, knotted vertically.

I finally came out of my reverie when I realized Jack was looking at me. "So what you think?" Jack said smiling.

"Is Ella okay?" I stammered wondering why I was here, then thinking no one at work would believe me anyway, this kind of thing went way beyond Facebook missteps and the usual office gossip screw ups.

"Oh yes," Jack said, "don't worry, having an acquaintance see her in this stage is part of her training."

"Training?" I asked in disbelief

"Sure, don't worry she likes this. But I do need help with one finishing touch." Jack said getting some rope and looping it through a ring in the ceiling. "Can you lift her up by the shoulders a little, we don't want her to be able to fall on her side by mistake, that would ease the tension on her head and legs too much."

Bewildered and nervous, I nevertheless went over and hesitantly lifted Ella up slightly by her shoulders, smelling her amazing scent and also shocked by another obvious smell- womanly arousal. Jack, nonchalantly hooked the ceiling rope cleverly around her upper arm and torso bindings pulling her up a little bit off the floor while I held her in place by the shoulders. I couldn't tell if Ella was in pain or not because the ball gag and leather blindfold pads concealed most of her features, and she remained silent, but the latest addition to her predicament did not look comfortable.

Jack gave me a sadistic grin, "all right then, let's go finish that beer then, shall we?"

I looked back at Ella one more time longingly as she lay there hog tied and partially suspended, and noticed she was drooling, with saliva dripping to the ground slowly.


The Second Time

It was a few days later at work, and I had been avoiding both Jack and Ella. Despite this, Jack was completely normal and himself, as if nothing had happened. Ella on the other hand wouldn't look at me at all, and during chance encounters in the hallways or kitchen, she would blush and walk away quickly.

Jack had explained Ella was into bondage before I had left that fateful night, and he was always looking for new ways to make it interesting and/or humiliating for her. Both of which were apparently good. I had agreed the whole thing was pretty cool, drinking my beer really fast and thinking how inappropriate the situation was, yet happy to have seen Ella in that state, even masturbating fervently when I got home to the memory of her tied up.

Ella had worn a long sleeves and pants for a few days after that to conceal any rope marks, but today, she was back wearing a skirt and a sleeveless blouse showing off her toned smooth brown legs and arms. It was summer after all and a lot of young girls were wearing light clothing to work. But now after ignoring me for days, Ella walked into my office and closed the door. My pupils dilated and my heart started racing despite my confusion at her suddenly coming to talk to me and wondering what she wanted.

"Hey," she said in a voice that sounded like she was ovulating, leaning against the door and closing her eyes. I could tell something was wrong but I had no idea what. With her eyes closed and leaning back against the door I couldn't help let my eyes travel up and down her curves. Her skirt was tight about her hips, her waist very slender, and her C cup breasts pushed against her blouse tightly, in lovely well- proportioned mounds. Her black hair was long and loose today, and she had heavy makeup on, unnecessarily making her exotic face even more ravishing. I realized that under her blush she was flushing.

"Sorry to bother you, -well again-, but I need your help."

I didn't need any convincing but I tried to look outwardly calm and nodded cautiously.

"You see," Ella began, "Jack either tricked me or something came up. But he was supposed to be in the office with a key today, but he's at a meeting off-site all day. And he left in his car, after driving me in today."

"Oh," I said suddenly realizing from my online research and interest of bondage, what must have happened "you're wearing a chastity belt aren't you?" I whispered.

Ella's face lit up, and she stepped much closer, clearly glad that I had caught on so quickly. "Yes, and it's driving me crazy." Although Ella's eyes were very dark I could tell her pupils were dilated and I could hear a faint hum now. "It was only supposed to be for half an hour," Ella whispered but I've had both in me for three hours now!"

"Both!" I said aloud then looked around worriedly, switching back to a whisper, "okay I see," realizing she had both a butt plug and a vibrator probably padlocked into her via a chastity belt under her skirt- at work- giving me both an erection and also making me worry that someone less understanding would notice and she would lose her job.

"How can I help?"

Ella smiled with a look of relief, "could you give me a ride home and help me find the backup key?"

"Okay." I said grabbing my wallet and keys. We left the building quickly, and to my relief the loud click of Ella's high heels would have made it impossible for anyone to hear the humming sound of the vibrator. Luckily we didn't meet anyone on the way out and soon we were in my car heading to Jack's apartment.

Ella strapped on her seatbelt and pulled her skirt down, because it had hiked up a bit from sitting, but still showed off a lot of leg. I tried to focus on the road. "I'm so glad you also have vincilagnia. This would be even more embarrassing otherwise." Ella said leaning back in the passenger seat and closing her eyes.

"Vinci- what?"

"You know bondage and such things," Ella said opening her eyes and looking at me. I was distracting by her impossibly long dark lashes for a moment.

"Oh, ok sure, hard to believe that everyone isn't." I replied after I tore myself from her gaze.

"Oh, there are definitely those that aren't. In fact it used to be categorized as a mental disorder in previous versions of the DSM." Ella said, "They just don't get it."

"My last girlfriend sure was not into it." I admitted after thinking about what she had said and also kind of embarrassed and excited by this odd and slightly inappropriate conversation I was having with a beautiful coworker.

"Yeah I have had several boyfriends who were much less enthusiastic about being with me when they found out."

It seemed like a small price to pay to be with someone like Ella but I didn't say that out loud of course. After a silence, I said "well, Jack seems to know what he's doing." Then I wondered if I had gone too far.

But Ella just mulled that thought over and said, "yes and no, he's more of a sadist I think. Kind of scary at times but he makes sure I really can't escape which is exciting. There is no slipping out of the situation with him."

"But he doesn't hurt hurt you does he?" I said worriedly, a little more anger creeping into my voice than I had hoped.

"Well I've had a few sore days trying to sit down, from the paddling Jack seems to be into." Ella admitted slightly reluctantly.

I decided to drop the topic. The thought of Ella tied up and being spanked should've horrified me, but not as much as I hoped.

"So what are you into then?" Ella asked changing the topic a little too quickly, but realizing she was asking me something very personal and backpedaled, "I mean if you don't mind me asking."

"Well," I said suddenly feeling a rush of eagerness to share, "I kind of like both the tying and the being tied. Ropes are cool but so are cuffs and gags and other devices."

"Yeah, I'm like that too, though mostly being tied," Ella said smiling with some relief, "just thinking about it makes me happy and it makes me glad not being the only one who is into it."

We continued the journey in a new companionable silence of people who had shared a dark secret and survived. When we got to Jack's place, after a bit of searching we found the spare padlock key alikes (apparently Jack always kept the main key with him) hidden in a dresser drawer and Ella went into the bathroom to free herself. It wasn't a very big apartment and I could hear the distinct sound of padlocks clicking open. I felt aroused for like the 10th time that day as I imagined her pulling the tight butt plug and moist vibrator out of her orifices. I hoped my erection was not too obvious but it certainly looked like it would be.

I heard Ella switch on the shower but since I was listening so closely I also could hear the distinct hum of the vibrator being switched on a high setting. Ella was masturbating! Really? I sighed, trying not to imagine her massaging her clitoris and maybe cupping one of her full breasts and rubbing her own nipple. Apparently it didn't take her long to climax because the vibrator was turned off and now more authentic showering noises began emanating from the bathroom.


The Third Time

It was about a week later, and things had returned to a disappointing normalcy. Jack had been very cool about me helping out, but my crush on his girlfriend had obviously gotten worse so now I was trying to avoid both of them.

Jack was on a business trip, as he was higher up on the food chain than me and Ella and also in a different division entirely so he had to travel more often. I toyed with the crazy idea of making a surprise visit to Ella after work, if only I knew where she lived, when the phone rang, startling me.

"Hey," a female voice said when I picked up my cell, and I would've recognized that voice anywhere by now.

"Oh hi Ella," I said hoping the pounding of my heart was not discernible through the cell line.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner, I cooked more than I can possibly eat."

"Uh," I tried not to sound too eager, "yeah okay, are you at Jack's?"

"Okay cool, no I am at my own place here is the address." Ella said sounding completely relaxed. I quickly wrote down the address and plugged it into my GPS. I made myself presentable and rushed out the door. Ella lived a little further out but time flew as my thoughts were wild with hope.

When I got to Ella's apartment I had eyes only for her but I found her dressed in very casual shorts and a tight T-shirt and no makeup. Her long black hair was up in a cute ponytail and she looked very relaxed- unlike me. Dinner was good but not very exciting. We spoke of safe topics and we did get to know each other a little better but it seemed anticlimactic after our previous improbable encounters.

After dinner though, I was expecting to be kicked out but she invited me for a glass of wine instead and sat next to me on the sofa, a bit closer than I would've expected. One glass led to another and before I knew it we had finished the bottle.

"So you want to tie me up a little?" Ella blurted out giggling and slightly drunk. When she giggled it sounded almost like she was having an orgasm.

I sobered up a bit though almost immediately realizing we had crossed the line that I wanted to cross but now we were entering that dangerous territory of betrayal and heartbreak.

Ella noticed my hesitation and quickly added, "you know just for fun nothing like sexual or anything."

Of course with us suffering from that supposed disease called vincilagnia or whatever it was called, it would most definitely be sexual. But I was drunk enough on wine and other things and decided to hell with it.

"Yeah okay I mean just for fun is fine, sure." I lied.

Apparently my lie was convincing though, because Ella got up quickly and came back with a ridiculous amount of rope as I watched her cute feminine gait. I wondered now if she had planned this all along since her hair was in an opportune ponytail, but she'd dressed down and behaved so normally during dinner so perhaps it was the just the wine and the moment, which wasn't good either.

It didn't seem like she was about to change her mind though, because she passed me one of the lengths of rope and then turned around with her hands behind her back, in a sexy but vulnerable position, "okay ready."

There was no turning back now, and I tried to think of all the videos online of women getting tied up by pros that I had seen. So I folded one of the long lengths of rope in half, and ran the open end through the closed loop end, pulling it tight about her wrists. From there it was a simple, double horizontal looping, up her slender wrists and beginning of her shapely forearms, and I went around four times so actually eight lengths of rope. I then ran the rope once through the gap in the first loop created by the initial tie off, before beginning the looping between her wrists to tighten everything in place. I finally knotted off on the side opposite her fingers, making it very secure. There was still plenty of rope but I paused.

"How does that feel?" I asked thinking we should stop now for many reasons. Ella tugged at her wrists bonds a little, and then flashed a smile over to me, as she turned around, "wow, good job! I don't think I can get out but it's not so tight as to cut off circulation completely. You can try some more if you want." She said a bit nervously, turning away again.

Watching videos, and actually tying someone up were completely different but I had a lot of rope left so I ran it around her waist pretty tightly, which also meant getting closer to her than I had ever really been. I wanted to brush, breasts by accident badly but instead I tied off the waist rope and then tied her forearms closely to the waist rope with the usual horizontal and vertical loopings plus an extra knotting in between her forearms and the waist rope for anchoring. I finally ran out of rope on the first length she had brought.

"Wow," Ella said, turning towards me while testing her new restraints. To both our satisfaction, it was clear she would not be able to free her wrists, and her arms were pinned pretty well to her torso. I also noticed that my waist rope had sucked in her T-shirt, making her round breasts jut out more. To make things worse, neither her bra nor the T-shirt were very thick so her erect nipples were painfully obvious, through the fabric.

"So I guess you should get my legs for completeness," Ella laughed.

I shrugged good naturedly, but my heart was racing as Ella smiled, stood up, and then with some difficulty managed to flop on the couch on her stomach, her bound arms helplessly held behind her. She lifted up her ankles helpfully, and I decided to tie them in a cross, then connect the rope to her pony tail in a hog tie.

Tying rope to hair was more difficult than I had imagined, but after some struggling with it a bit, I managed to make it work, though Ella's head was not pulled back too hard. I stepped back to take a look, as Ella tried out her new situation. Finally Ella rolled on her side, facing me and looking beautiful. Because I had tied her ankles and a cross she couldn't completely close her legs, and a faint sheen of moisture was visible over the crotch area of her cotton shorts. Ella's curvaceous hips, narrow waist and rounded breasts were also emphasized as she lay there, tied up on her side.

I gulped heavily, thinking how easy it would be to touch her wherever I wanted at this moment.

"Well I should probably get going now," I joked.

"Hey don't you dare," Ella laughed, struggling prettily then giving up and blowing a stray strand of long hair out of her face.

"I guess I am not getting out," Ella admitted.

"I guess I could let you out," I replied reluctantly. I flopped her back on her belly with an unceremonious tug, then slowly untied her, enjoying every moment.