I stand sipping my coffee watching the drips of water fall from the kitchen tap. Slowly swelling until it breaks away and splashes down into the sink. But that was soon going to be over. On wondering round a adult interest webpage, I'd stumble across an advert for a "handy man".
"No job to small, need something fixing, replacing, I'm the man for the job," the advert said.
It also went on to mention that he would be willing to help in any other way he could, "nothing's too kinky, try me!" it had said.
He reference's were great, so I dropped him a message, explained the dripping tap in the kitch, the broken light switch up stairs in the master bedroom and outlined another little job I wanted some help with. He was very pleasant and professional on the phone and seemed to be the very person I was looking for. He was as you would expect for someone with so many talents, booked up for a bit. He booked me in for a couple of weeks time, but said if I could be available at short notice, he would do his best to fit me in if he got a cancellation.
Well the day of the booking had arrived, sadly no cancellation has materialised but hey, he was coming today. The door bell shook me out of my daze and I put my coffee cup down and headed to the front door.
We exchanged the usual greetings and I welcomed him in.
"Would you like a drink, tea, coffee?" I asked.
"No not for me luv, maybe in a bit, just want to crack on and get these bits sorted out for you," was his reply.
I just smiled and picked up my own cup back up and took a sip.
"So that's the tap, I'm guessing," he said with a chuckle " and there's a light switch?"
"Yes, up in the master bedroom, do you want to follow me?" I asked and put my cup down and headed out towards the stairs.
I opened the door to the bedroom and stood back so he could inspect what was left of the light switch.
"Yep, not a problem, quick change that one. Now," he said turning to face me, "I work best when I'm not being disturbed, so is there somewhere you can be so I can get on with the jobs?"
"Ooh, erm, yes of course, I'll be in the spare room, just down here." I said in reply and headed off down the landing, with him in following.
I walked in to the spare bed room, with boxes still unpacked from the move. The bed was still in pieces, the mattress resting against the wall. There was however one box that had clearly been opened and was separate from the others.
Yeah, you should be comfortable enough in here I think," he said as he turned and looked at the door. "And the door locks, even better." as he walked over and tested the key and the lock.
"You're, you're going to lock in here while you work?" I asked, nervous excitement growing.
"Ooh I'm going to do more than that luv," he said as he slipped the key into his pock and pulled the mattress away from the wall letting it land on the floor with a whoosh.
"Erm, I, I don't understand." I said, pretending to be innocent to what was going on.
He reached into the open box and pulled out some cable ties, three cable ties. Three cable ties looped together, two black and one blue. I'd been into self bondage for years and years and here I was about to finally get tied up by someone else. My heart beat hard and fast and I was able to indulging my other passion of cross dressing. It was like all my birthdays had arrived at once!
"Turn around love and lets have your hands behind your back," he said.
I simple complied, turning around and moving my hands behind my back as told to do. I felt him slip the cable tie up over my left hand and pull it tight, snug against my skin, then shifting and repeating the process with my right wrist. The tie pulled tight against my skin. Then he pulled the cable tie in the middle tight drawing my wrists close together behind my back.
I shivered with excitement as I felt the cable ties being pulled tightly together. I wasn't getting out of these anytime soon, they was very strong, thick ties, with a hefty breaking strain and certainly more than I could must in my current position.
"Open up luv," he said.
As I opened my mouth his hand came around and pushed the ball gag in behind my teeth which he pulled tight with the strap. Almost immediately, I started to drool. I blushed so embarrassed by this loss of control.
"Lay yourself down luv, quick now!" He said and gave a little shove that helped me fall onto the mattress.
Quickly he was kneeling down, securing my ankles with more cable ties, pushing my feet up towards my bound hands, more ties went around my legs, just below the knees.
I heard the clink of some chain, I tried to turn my head to see what was going on, but my movement was somewhat limited at this point. The chain was passed between my wrist and then my ankles, and I was pulled into a hogtie. The chain was secured with another cable tie.
"Head up luv," he said.
As I lifted my head off the mattress, he pulled down a small thick bag of material over my head which took away all the light. I felt him adjust something near the base that pulled it snug around my neck and would prevent me from simple shacking it off.
"There we go, should be able to get on with my work, without you interfering now," he said. "But just to be on the safe side, I'll lock the door too."
I head the door being pulled closed and then the key turn and the lock slide home. I heard a few foot steps as he made his way down the landing, the material of the hood not only taking all the light, but reducing what I could hear too.
I breathed heavily. Taking a moment, I moved my legs and felt the pull on my wrists. I tried to pull my wrists apart, but they were secured by the cable ties, like wise with me knees and ankles. Some frantic struggles, useless against this bonds, followed until I just gave in. This is what I had wanted for so long and here I was. Tied, gagged, hogtied which was even better. Locked in my spare room, at the mercy of a stranger. Excitement and a little fear mixed with excitement and flooded my body.
I have no clue how much time had pasted, but I was suddenly aware of someone being there with me. Doing something with the cable ties around my wrists. Pushing something under them. I would later find out, when I was able to free myself. That he had pushed two more cable ties under the original ones. Added an electronic timer padlock and then with the pad lock, locked this new cable ties together. Drawing them closed around the shackle of the padlock, he cut the blue cable tie that help my wrists for so long. I gained about half an inch of movement before I was stopped by the cold steel of the padlock. But on the plus side I was no longer hogtied.
"Jobs are done luv, I'll see myself out," he said as he left, closing the door behind him.
I just lay there, bound, gagged, blind by the hood. Able to move a little but where was I going to go. I had nothing to cut the cable ties with. I explored the padlock with my fingers, reaching up, pulling on the body. It held fast. I hoped that he had used the right one.
Some time later, the padlock's motor span and the shackle released. I could now work my wrists off the shackle and start the process off freeing myself.
Once I had the hood off, I could see the cutters right there by the side of the mattress and started to cuff the cable ties away from my wrist and ankles and knees. I took the gag out and a large amount of drool escaped my mouth.
I was tired and sore. But I was so very very happy.
I went down stairs to my now cold coffee. Filled the kettle for a fresh cup and wondered what other little jobs I might need doing in the future. |
