CLOSETED . . .

 

 

 

The rope was originally only wrapped around my cock and balls snuggly by Giggles in the beginning . . . but my endless erection from excitement and fear has the thin rope cutting into my skin!

 

I would call out around my gag for her to remove it . . . had she not invited her five other, laughing all the time friends, who are at the table just outside the closet door . . .

 

Her third floor Apartment, as nice as it was, still had those flimsy folding metal vented double doors to the closest I was tied to a chair in. My knees are bound apart with ropes wrapped around my thighs. My ankles are free and not tied to the base of the rolling desk chair.

 

I had to concentrate at all times to not stretch or kick my legs no matter how much I needed the blood to flow freely again. I feared kicking the metal doors, exposing my situation to her horned up friends!

 

They were all over the top laughs and giggles when they first showed up over an hour ago . . . and that was before the alcohol even started! I can't even imagine what would happen if they found me, bound helpless and naked in her closet!

 

When she first tied my wrists, even as tight as she did, I knew by moving my arms around enough, I could get loose. Then she added the ropes just above and below my elbows!

 

I've never been elbow tied and even if my wrists were free, I'd still be completely helpless! No amount of struggling is ever going to get me free from an elbow tie! I'm at Giggles Mercy! . . . Again!

CAFE . . .

 

 

 

Meeting in a Public Place is Rule Number One when blind dating. Not only for the Girls safety, but the Guy also . . . you never know who or what you may end up meeting until they walk in . . .

 

Ginger may not be one of those Fashion Magazine Cover Models, but who really is? They photoshop the shit out of them, so I've never really considered that level as an expectation.

 

But when she entered the Cafe', turned in my direction and her face lit up with the biggest of smiles when she saw me! I had stuck gold with her actual, in real life, beauty!

 

We'd traded pics and talked on the phone before and everything seemed so perfect . . . just like every other time ever! Then, Broomhilda would glide in and knock my cock right off its stand with a smell of tunafish on her hands.

 

This moment was very different . . . My Cock didn't need a stand! It only needed more room for my unexpected expansion! Sitting in the booth across from me . . . all sweet and innocent like, above the table . . .

 

Under the table was a different thing! She had kicked off her stilettos the second she sat down and said, "Been on my feet all day. Those couldn't come off soon enough!"

 

Reaching across the table with a, we just barely met, kind of handshake as I said, "So glad to meet you in person . . . I'm . . ." And her toes found her way to my crotch in record time! ". . . Ma . . . Ma . . . Max."

 

Ginger, with her constant smile says, "Ginger . . . so glad to meet you MaMaMax. Is that short for MaMaMaxamillian or MaMaMaxium?" Following her joke up with a cute Giggle!

 

She know's what she did so I try to correct her just as her toes close, "It's Ma . . . Ma . . . Max!" pinching the tip of my cock through my khakis! I didn't even know that was possible!

 

"MaMaMax! it is then . . . Do I need to yell it?" Continuing her giggle and under the table tickle at the same time. I was going to try to correct her another time . . . but could tell she had no plans of allowing it.

 

She rescued me from it as she said, "Is it ok I just call you Max for short? It rolls off my tongue so much easier." And again with the cutest of giggles I've ever heard!

 

I answered with, "As long as I can call you Giggles for short?" Stone cold and straight faced she replied, "That's seven letters and Ginger is only six letters . . . so . . . yeah . . . it's called Math."

 

Less then five minutes and I already fucked up another blind date! Then, she saves me again with a double toe poke to my balls and a, "Of course you can Max! . . . You know . . . I think I Love You."

 

Tipping her head, she waits for my reply as her foot continues one form or another of between my legs as torment. Just as I'm about to tell her the whole, we just met line, she puts up a finger to stop me . . . then climbs under the table of our booth . . .