Online Play Too Close to Home

Ever since as far back as I can recall, I've always been a fan of strong women. That and a number of things shaped my desires over many years. Some triggers are much more powerful than others. Two things that stand out for some reason are women in soft or heavy sweaters and bondage. Combining the two is almost overwhelming but those are different stories. The one I share today is a transition from online roleplay to real life (. or RL as it's called in the online world).

For several years, between girlfriends, etc., I spent a great deal of time in internet relay chat (IRC) on various channels to my liking. Some were more regional to my hometown, hobbies and the like until I found some that were a little darker. That is where things started to get interesting.

One such channel was related to the topic of submissive men. Over the years, I chatted in that channel quite a bit and dared to meet some of my friends RL that lived in the area. I even had a couple of online relationships that were fairly intense but never transitioned that to real time play. People that I conversed with were all over the spectrum from dominants, submissives, fellow fetishists and the like but never really crossed the line to something RL. There was a time or two I was tempted, set up a meet and backed out. In a little while, that was about to change.

As I was a little shy, in the beginning I went out of my way to avoid in-person meetings and was leery of the safety of meeting someone online. Over the course of lots of online chat, I started making some close friends. A couple believe it or not, my hometown. One woman, named Chloe lived closest to me, only a few blocks away really was the one I chatted with the most.

Chloe was a switch, meaning with both dominant and submissive tendencies but only really played online and not in person, although she was really interested in doing that soon. We were not romantic online but she knew of some of my darker secrets and chatted over the course of several months.

Chloe got a kick out of some of my fantasies and teased me now and then about them. Some of the taunting included a time she mentioned to me, "just so you know, I often drive around the neighborhood wearing the sweater that weakens you most, my hand knit bulky Irish Aran sweater. I keep several matching scarves in the back seat, in case I find you, and would love to tie you up and kidnap you!! You'd never be able to resist!! Mmmm!"

When she said that, I was floored. Chloe knew my address, my darkest weaknesses and making that happen would be all too easy. She knew I walked to the bus stop to catch a ride to the local commuter train to work as well. The most difficult thing is we never exchanged pictures, so I didn't have a clue what she looked like. Same goes for her, but she has my description and red haired guys are a bit rare, so I'd be easy to track down.

All Chloe tells me is "I better look over my shoulder because I'll never see it coming and couldn't stop her if I tried. muahahaha"!

A few weeks go by after that discussion and every time I'm heading to the bus stop, I'm looking all about to make sure no odd cars roll up beside me. By now, It's winter and prime sweater season. OMG, I'd be doomed. Every time I see a car roll up, I'm wondering if today's the day. Actually, I'm scared, nervous but also elated and thrilled at the prospect of that coming true. After a couple of months, we're into January and the suspense is killing me. At this point, I decide it's time to meet the person that's been taunting and haunting me on my commute daily and put this to bed.

As we're really comfortable chatting and virtually know each other well, I opt to meet at her house vs. a neutral location. It wouldn't help much as she knows where I live anyway.

Chloe ensures me that "my dad will be home and I'd be perfectly safe." She promises to keep her scarves off me... for now!"

I gulp at that last statement but decide it is now or never and set a date to stop by. We set up the next afternoon after work, when I will be free to hang out and catch up and her dad will be home (whew).

The next day, the workday goes slowly but OK. I was a bit nervous about meeting Chloe for the first time and at her house even. I kept telling myself we're strictly friends and never really pushed things online much beyond that, except for her ribbing me and making me sweat bullets over the thought of being kidnapped by her. I think she relished that thought of me squirming every time she brought it up. At the end of the day, I'm on the train ride home and getting a little bit nervous about the new meet-up. I shouldn't though as we're great friends and her dad will be home, so it should be okay. I get on the bus toward my neighborhood and hop off on her block. It's now or never.

I take the short walk down Chloe's street to a little white house on the next block. I start shaking a bit as I approach the front door and ring the bell. A few moments later, the door opens and it's a very tall older man, perhaps in his mid-70s. I notice he has fading tattoos showing he's former Navy or Coast Guard.

I say hello my name is Randall and he replies, "I'm Robert" in a gravelly voice, "are you here for Chloe? She said a friend was stopping by so that must be you. C'mon in boy and hang tight. I'll let her know you're here. Not sure what you kids are up to but don't mind me. I have an in-law apartment out back or will be watching TV. Need a beer son?"

I politely decline the beer saying "not right away, I don't drink that much."

Her dad says, "that's a good thing boy. Don't want my daughter hanging out with a drunkard". He then calls out "Chloe, get out here, don't leave your friend waiting for ya."

A moment later, a shorter woman comes around the corner with very close cut gray / black hair with a smooth complexion and a beaming smile. She's wearing a big Irish Aran sweater with a long matching scarf, jeans and boots.

Chloe is pretty in a plain but kind of tomboy way. She runs over and says "Randy, OMG! it's so nice to finally meet you" and grasps me in a very strong and warm sweater hugging embrace that has me starting to melt. The hug takes a little longer than expected and between her unbelievable strength for someone her size, the warmth of that sweater and her perfume, I start to get nervous and break away a bit.

Chloe says "not so fast" and grasps me tighter. "I think we'll hang out here for a while, you don't have anywhere you need to be, do you".

In a few moments, we're chatting like we were online but the conversation goes much smoother and faster than hammering away at a keyboard. We're in the living room sipping on coffee and

Chloe asks "mind if I give you a tour of the place?" You can check out my PC setup and maybe help me with some hardware issues, I've been having if you'd be so kind."

I reply "of course, I wouldn't mind.. that's what friends are for." Chloe winks at me and says "maybe a bit more as she starts stroking at that heavy Aran scarf around her neck".

Now, I'm getting really nervous and turning a little flushed. Chloe laughs a bit and say's "problem dear?" She knows she's toying with me and I have a feeling I'm the mouse in a cat and mouse game.

Chloe proceeds to give me the 25-cent tour of the place showing me the kitchen, a den area and down the hall two baths, what look like a couple of bedrooms and an area notched out into a home office. Down the end of the hall leads to a small staircase with another space I can't make out just yet.

Chloe shows me her bedroom which is tastefully decorated with nice furniture and matched quite nicely, it also has a small desk and what looks like her PC with a couple of monitors. She points out a guest room she says they never use but kept it ready, just in case. We open that door and it's a similar room to Chloe's in size but with an iron daybed and what looks like a hand knitted wool afghan draped over it.

I gulp a little bit as I do recall sharing an odd fantasy with Chloe about being all wrapped up and tied in one of those things.

Chloe glazes over me "something the matter, sweetie"? "Oh, yea, I never got to tell you I'm a huge fan of knitting and crochet. Didn't want to scare you off, thinking you'd get all wound up in an elaborate web of my most evil design when coming over, muahahaha."

She continues, "Just kidding hon, I love to tease you and yes I did make that, this lovely sweater and a few long matching scarves that go nice with it. This does really rile you up, doesn't it?.. LOL. I'll play nice....... for now. Settle down dear, let's check out the rest of the place and then we can do computer stuff."

We get to the end of the hall where she shows me the craft room. It's a smaller room than the bedrooms with a workbench and totes of sewing supplies. Around the corner there are a few boxes of rough chunky wool rope like yarn and what looks like a massive chunky knit afghan being started with really tight holes. I'm getting a little flush and start to turn around before Chloe says anything but it's too late.

Chloe looks at me with a cheshire grin "yes, I've been making you a little gift for a while but didn't know if we'd ever get together so I put it aside. Now that you're here, I might just have to get back to that little project... I started it when we began to chat and when talking about your little fantasy, thinking about you taking it home, getting yourself all tangled up in my handiwork, winding up stuck and having to use your Amazon Echo to call me for a rescue."

Chloe continues, "the biggest joy of making this little thing is it's become a fantasy of mine virtually tying you all up one strong stitch at a time. Yes, I definitely have to get back to that now, now that we've met. I'm sure you'll love it and have a lot of fun of course.. Maybe I'll add tight sleeves and a Velcro closure to guarantee that call for help. hahaha."

At this point, I'm shaking in my shoes and she knows it, just toying with me a bit more and apparently relishing this. We're almost done with the tour but Chloe wants to show me one more place.

Chloe knows I'm a big fan of all things systems including heating, cooling electrical etc. and asks "would you like to see the basement? We have an ancient furnace that used to run on coal. It's a dinosaur but surprisingly still works".

Chloe opens the door to the basement and lets me walk down the steep staircase first. The basement is definitely colder than the rest of the house made in fieldstone with some cobwebs about but otherwise neat. We get to the bottom of the stairs and my eyes pop out of my head.

At the side of us was the ancient furnace which was elaborate and cool but my eyes were fixated on the far part of the wall. Against a wall were a few very heavy columns with the entire length of the basement strung back and forth with what looked like at least a couple thousand feet of the thickest roughest manila rope I've ever seen.

Chloe tells me "dad is a retired sailor.. I don't even know why he keeps all that line around. He doesn't have a large boat or works on any projects lately. He was going to get rid of it or sell it, but with the look of horror on your face, I might have to ask him to keep it around for a while, just in case." If I ever get to tie someone up (like you), I'd want to be sure to keep squirming to a minimum and escape impossible. I know you love the knitted stuff but a little heavy artillery and some serious rope burn might be needed to keep you tame. Good luck even being able to squirm in all that, especially nude, hehehehe."

About now, I'm sweating bullets and Chloe knows it. She just keeps giggling and tugging at that damned scarf of hers. I'm in trouble now, or eventually and getting a bit scared. Chloe swats me on the rear and says "upstairs you.. we can discuss terms of your surrender later. haha.. let's take a look at that computer thing and give you a bit of a chance to calm down."

I get to the top of the stairs still shaken but also aroused and Chloe notices. She giggles a little laugh and leads the way to her bedroom to check out the PC.

I ask to take the seat and see what's happening with her hardware issue that's driving her crazy. After a few moments, I find the issue is a driver problem making her USB ports useless. In a matter of minutes, I get that solved and it's as good as new.

Chloe asks what I've got going on for the evening, and after the day's events think it's time to get going to be safe. I tell her, "I have some plans to meet friends at a bar, then online for a bit, then work in the morning."

Chloe looks at me with a pout and says "I was hoping we'd hang out a bit more, hop on the IRC channel and let everyone know we've finally broken the ice and met, tsk. If you're really set on going, I'll let you.... then again.. maybe I won't!" as she takes off the long Aran scarf and twirls it in her hands!

She makes her way toward the door to block my only exit with that knotted scarf in her hand. I'm scared but obviously really excited with an erection that's hard to hide.

Chloe taunts me with "C'mon, Randy, what are you chicken?? You probably have 50 lbs on me or more and can easily overpower me. well, there is this kryptonite you have" as she adjusts her handmade heavy sweater and fashions a slipknot into the scarf with a menacing grin.

She stands near the door blocking my exit and stares at me with a challenge "OK, we'll wrestle for it. If you can pin me, I'll let you go without a word but if I pin you, you get to stay here as long as I want, all tied up in a bunch of my scarves. Then we can catch up with the channel as you squirm the evening away."

I'm dumbfounded, yet excited and have a fear that my weakness will give Chloe all the advantage she needs.

Before I can utter a word in protest, she bounds toward me and wraps me in a strong embrace. I'm shocked at her sheer strength and the combination of the scent of her perfume, the very hot sweater and the scent of wool is weakening my resolve.

Chloe senses a hint of surrender and takes the opportunity to trip me, leaving me falling to the bed on my stomach. Before I can get back up, she hops on my back and pins me down, crushing her sweater clad body against me. I'm in real trouble and she knows it!

In a moment, Chloe is sitting on my rear holding me pinned down and manages to loop one wrist in her heavy scarf, yanking it tight and pinning it behind me.

While I'm grasping at anything with my other hand, she barks "okay, play nice. you're pinned, now I get to tie you anyway I want."

Claie leans close pinning me with her weight and bites my ear "play nice and surrender to me otherwise the heavy artillery comes out! let's see how much you squirm in a few hundred feet of that rough rope! muahahaha."

As I'm at a serious disadvantage and honestly scared of that brutal looking rope, I begin to submit to my captor. Chloe takes my other hand and winds it in a figure eight pattern to the other one tightly, cinching it off. As I lie there squirming, she manages to pull at least three more scarves just like it from a closet and sits back down on me. As I'm about to yell out for help a large knotted Aran scarf passes my eyes and is shoved in my mouth. I can barely make a sound and all I can taste is a hint of her perfume and heavy wool.

As I thrash on the bed, Chloe spins around and manages to tie off my ankles and again at the knees with two more heavy scarves, cinching both together with another. OMG! I'm completely tied up and can't get out!!! mmmmmphhhhhh!!!

Chloe fires up the PC and settles in the chair while I hopelessly squirm on the bed.

She gets into the IRC channels and lets me know "time to tell everyone about our adventures today... maybe I'll even use the webcam and send up some live video!!.. hehehehe., how does that sound sweetie?"

I'm in a full on panic and have no desire to be on camera like this as you never know where that might wind up. I'm starting to protest loudly and manage to muffle a few louder noises through the sopping wool gag.

In my protest, Chloe doesn't say a word and just sits there chuckling. I must have been too loud as I hear the creaking of footsteps coming down the hall.

Robert is at the door and knocks a couple of times "Everything okay in there darlin", he slowly opens the door and try as I may to shrink and disappear, looking on as the old man gets a glimpse of what's going on and my predicament.

Robert says with a gravely boisterous laugh. "My.. my... my, got yourself in a pickle there boy? I had concerns about my little girl hanging out with a boy all alone but looks like if anyone was getting in trouble it's you. Hahaha! Chloe, looks like all the time I spent teaching you knots has paid off."

Robert continues, "see boy, I always knew Chloe wasn't the prettiest girl at the ball but I wanted to her rope herself a man someday. It seems she's trussed you up pretty good there so it's mission accomplished. By the looks of that throbbing pecker you've got there, you're not entirely against the idea."

Robert than says "Oh and I saw you two went down to the basement and you must have seen my collection. I was going to get rid of it all but considering what you two lovebirds are up to, will have to keep that around so my lovely daughter can practice her knots on you with something a lot stronger."

He then takes a seat on the bed getting a laugh out of my predicament and leans in close with a gravely whisky tainted breath. "Better be nice to my little girl and make her happy... otherwise, I'll take you downstairs myself and give you a taste of what a Master Boatswain's Mate can do with all that line."

Robert chuckles, "being able to flinch never mind escape will be your problem and if I do lash you down, I'm not undoing it ever so only a prayer or my little girls' good graces are the things that'll save your hide."

Robert then makes his way up off the bed but checks the knots and makes them a bit tighter, tightening up the gag a bit more as well. "That'll hold ya tight for my little girl for now boy, while I go back out and catch a nap. Chloe, if there's anything you need or if you need a hand relocating the lad to the spare bedroom or feeling mean, downstairs, come get me."

He closes with, "Have fun you two and enjoy your alone time kids." With that, the old salty sailor chuckles as he closes the door behind him, knowing his little girl is as safe as can be with the young man she's been eyeing for a while."

The end