Also, this probably isn’t as “adult” as other stories here due to what actually happened, but I didn’t quite think I could justify putting it in the everyone section either, so, sorry if you’re disappointed I guess
To give a bit of context for the collar in the title, I had recently bought one, a thin leather choker, with the idea being to make it a sort of game where if one of us “collared” the other, we had to submit completely for a set amount of time. He thought it sounded interesting, with specific rules on when it was allowed making it hard to tell when it might be coming. We usually alternated, but he typically didn't wear it as often as I did, being less into the idea of the game than me, even if he was happy to play along.
Back to the actual story, we were heading to my Mom’s house for thanksgiving, where several of my cousins and Aunts and Uncles would be coming as well, though most were staying in hotels nearby, and only a handful of them would be staying the night. Being her actual daughter, mom set us up in an actual bedroom, while the others staying ended up on couches in the living room. Not a massive house, but big enough for the actual day at least.
We arrived the day before everyone else would come, and had a nice conversation with my mom before eventually heading off to bed. I did anyway, John stayed up with her a bit more while they talked about whatever. I was tired, so I didn’t think much of it.
He came to bed a bit later, and I probably should have been suspicious of him smiling as he looked down at me, but I wanted to sleep. Besides, what would he do at my mother’s house? He's not that crazy right? Maybe he was just eyeing me because I’m so beautiful. I did change into a white tank top and black short shorts after all, maybe he's just so in love with me he can’t help but stare.
….I woke up wearing the collar.
“Oh good you’re up. First rule, be quiet.” I had been about to tell him this wasn’t a good time for him to have “fun” but didn’t speak. Rule one, absolute obedience, (within reason, we’re not insane) but I did wait for him to explain himself, since this definitely violated another rule.
“Yes I know, we don’t play this game when we’re expecting, or already have, people at our house. But you know this isn’t our house right?” I frowned, annoyed at the loophole, but even more annoyed that I didn’t think of it at all. “And if you’re worried about anyone walking in to see why you’re not leaving your room, I already talked about that with your mom.”
“You did what??” I said, not thinking before flinching at my own words, and mouthed a “sorry” before I continued to glare at him, trying to decide if I was mad, or in love.
“We’ll forgo your ‘punishment’ for breaking the rules later, I think. For now, I should get you ready.” He picked up his backpack, the one he usually brings along with his suitcase for his laptop and other things he might need, and pulls out our armbinder, and some lengths of rope. “Stand up, let’s get you ready.”
I obeyed, and he laid out the general plan. According to our game, he only really had a few hours of me actually obeying him, so before that ran out he’d come untie me and let me join the party. Otherwise, and this was his idea, I had permission to make noise and possibly attract attention from my family, embarrassing both of us, but mostly him if we’re being honest, I’d be the victim.
Within moments, I was helpless. My shirt was removed, before the armbinder was put on behind my back, tightened and pinning my arms together, with a leather strap connected to it wrapped around my torso to pin my arms. A crotch rope tied really tightly over my panties after my shorts were taken off, then my legs bound together as he laid me back on the bed, almost naked.
“Stay on the bed, don't try to struggle off of it.” I’m sure he could have tied me to the bed, but this was probably easier for him. And even though I was already told to be quiet, he then pulled out a ball gag and strapped it around my head in my mouth. I moaned a bit as it went in, which he overlooked as breaking his rule, fortunately.
“When people ask where you are, we’ll be telling them you woke up with a migraine, and are still in bed. I, or your mom, will come in and check on you on occasion to make sure you’re okay, but otherwise, you’re on your own.” He winked, and finished it all off with putting me in a hogtie that connected my ankles, through a small ring on the armbinder, to my crotch rope. Then, having done everything he needed to do, as well as the sound of the first doorbell ring of the day, he left.
I was still somewhat in shock that I was experiencing this in the first place as I heard muffled chatter in the living room, only a single door and a short hallway separating me from everyone else. I tried to stay quiet, but every move just pulled at the crotch rope, it was frustrating, and so exciting.
An hour later he came back with some “breakfast for me” which was worthless since he wasn’t taking out my gag for that (after actually verifying I wasn’t hungry of course) and ate it in front of me! I was glaring at him so much that he smiled and walked to my suitcase, grabbed a long sock I had brought and tied it over my eyes to blindfold me. It wasn’t especially tight, but he said “Don’t let that fall off on its own.” Damn it…
It was harder to tell the time, but I assume another hour or so passed before the door opened again, and I heard my mom stifling a laugh as she closed the door behind her. “Oh he really loves you doesn’t he? Going along with your little games?” As if this were my idea! She laughed a bit again, leaving me alone, and I heard the faintest sound of her telling someone, presumably John, that I looked a bit better.
I would have been so mad at both of them if I wasn’t enjoying myself so much. It was definitely not easy to really get anywhere with the limited movement I had to pull on the crotch rope, so I was left in a cycle of pleasure and frustration, cause there was no way I was going to get enough motion to really get going in a hogtie.
Eventually, finally, the door opened again, and it was John. “Okay, times running out, so I’m going to untie you now.” I sighed in relief as he began loosening the armbinder, pulling it off pretty easily. “You’re going to wait another 30 minutes or so…” the amount of time left under the rules, convenient. “…before coming out, still a little tired but feeling better from your headache.” I nodded, noting he hadn’t untied anything more than my armbinder and blindfold. “You’ll need to let yourself out the rest of the way, I don’t want people getting suspicious.” And he left, just like that.
I was a bit shocked, but moved onto untying myself, getting my legs and the crotch rope, after taking the time to enjoy it fully first of course. I wasn’t about to just walk out to my family half fulfilled after all
When the time ran out I was free, satisfied, and appropriately dressed for the occasion, though I nearly walked back out before remembering the collar needed to come off first. I acted tired and smiled innocently for the meal, getting smiles in return from my husband all the while.
He didn’t really punish me for talking without permission first the day, though I’m sure he’s just letting it simmer until next time.
All of this happened yesterday and I wrote most of the story this morning. Normally I’d let it simmer but I wanted to share it and I had time. Don’t worry, I’ll be getting hubby back. In fact, hes dictating this paragraph while I drive us home. Gagged (covered with a mask of course, just in case), collared, and he’ll be cuffed when he’s done. He probably should have just brought the rope
