Coming home to an unexpected surprise [MF]

My roommate and best friend has long been an object of my desire, we’ve made out a few times, I’ve fingered her once, but never had actual sex, or really gone much farther than that. she let me cum on her gorgeous feet once… and I’ve been allowed to tickle her and indulge myself in my foot fetish a bunch, but aside from that one time, I’ve always had to wait to take care of myself in private. She knows I’m a bondage guy, and she has expressed interest in exploring that a bit, but so far nothing has come of it. At least she really enjoys me sucking her toes…?

But we never went any farther, and we never made it a super regular thing, but we would talk alot about it, giving me fodder for almost every masturbation session for the last year…

Well, the other day, I came home to find a little something interesting.
I knew my roommate was home, she always beat me home on weekdays, and as such I would look forward to seeing her freshly shed sneakers beside the door. I’d smell them every day, enjoying the smell of her feet, God I love the way they smell. She knew I did it, and as much as gave me permission to have fun with them if I wanted.
This evening I looked down expecting to see the wonderful black new balance nonslips with the red interior… but, her sneakers were absent, I was crushed… and it wasnt like her to keep her shoes on, she loved to stretch her feet after work (and often get a foot massage from me in the process).

But in their place was a piece of paper, folded, with my name written on it.

I can assume at this point that something was going on, but i could never have known what.

She knew I desperately wanted to take things farther, but she had always held me at arms length… but I felt my heart start pounding when I saw this note…

I reached down and took it, greedily opening it, hoping it would contain anything to satiate my desire, but fully aware it could just be her messing around.

I unfolded it, and started from the top.

“I’ve been curious about something for a while now, and I figure the only way to find out the answer to my question is to try something a little different. Come to my room.”

There was no signature, but it was her handwriting, and know I knew something was up, something I was probably going to enjoy. I knew she’d left the note where her sneakers usually were absolutely on purpose.

It was a short walk through the living room of our two bedroom apartment, past the kitchen, down the hallway that held her bedroom and the bathroom. I covered the distance in seconds, finding her door closed, and another note, this one just taped up at eye level.

“Dont be shocked, I did this on purpose” with a hand drawn winking smiley face.
I reached out to touch the door knob, and turned it with a shaking hand. I remember being prepared for anything, but not what I saw when the door swung open.

My best friend was beautiful, quintessentially so. Tall and slender, with beautiful blue eyes, and neck length blonde hair she kept buzzed short on the right side. She was lanky, but not unpleasantly so. Thin, but curved in all the right places, and with feet I was intimately familiar with, slender, long, boney but in the best way, with long, perfect toes.

What greeted my eyes, was the fully clothed, but completely, helplessly bound form of a woman i had wanted in exactly this position forever.

She lay across her bed diagonally, wearing a green tank top, cargo shorts, and still in her sneakers and socks. I’d seen her sprawl on that bed so many times, but never like this…
Her arms were stretched above her head, wrists bound with loops of black rope, and tied off to the corner post. Her hands had absent mindedly grabbed the rope, fingers intertwined with it.
Moving down from her wrists, her long and bare arms led flawlessly to her usual short blonde hair. But instead of her usually smiling face, I was greeted by a black cloth blindfold and a matching cleave gag. It was amazingly sexy, her little pixie nose poked out between the two, and the gag was so tight it set firmly between her teeth, and pulled her cheeks back in the best way imaginable.
Her lips, wonderful plump, perfect lips, were mostly closed over the cloth of the gag, bright red with what was left of her lipstick from her day.
My gaze lingered on her mouth for a moment longer before moving down to her perky little breasts, poking happily up at her tanktop, no bra to stifle them. That was normal for her, she seldom wore a bra at home, and was actually known to go topless on more than one occasion.
Continuing down, her tank top had risen from her midriff, exposing her slim but muscle curved stomach, and her pierced belly button, curving tantalizingly downward toward her pronounced, boney hips and the waist line of her black cargo shorts, propped just a couple inches too high to really give anything away.
Continuing on, my gaze found her long, pale, shapely legs, smooth calves curving so gently and enticingly down into flawless ankles that today were wrapped with more black rope. Looped around 6 or seven times, then drawn between her sneaker clad feet a couple times to complete the column tie.
That rope was pulled down and tied off to the shorter footboard post diagonally opposite the headboard post her hands were tied to, she was stretched, her feet hung just barely over the corner of the bed, and tied around her sneakers was a ribbon, another piece of paper hung off it, sitting gently against the soles of her nonslip patterned sneakes.
She knew I was there, had heard me come home, heard me walking through the apartment and opening her door…
She was breathing slowly, yet deeply, her stomach rose and fell with a pronounced, deliberate pattern, and finally she let out a sweet “mmmmph” from under her gag. Wiggling her bound feet for emphasis that I was to take the note.
I didnt keep her waiting, I crossed the couple feet from the door to the bed and let my hand rest on her left sneaker. I felt her wiggle her toes in the shoe, and I admit, all I could think of was getting that sneaker off, and burying my face in her perfect, sweaty, socked sole and toes.
I took the note from the ribbon and opened it to another delightful mew of muffled moaning from my best friends tightly gagged mouth.
The note explained the situation a bit more, and as I read it my heart quickened, pounding harder and harder.
“Surprise! I enlisted diana’s help in getting myself into this predicament, she left when she saw you pull in, so i haven’t been like this with no one home. I’ve thought alot about this, I’m yours for tonight, like we’ve always talked about. Have fun, I trust you. Theres toys in my right beside drawer if you’re inclined. Only one rule, no sex, not yet. I’d suggest starting with my helpless stinky feet and working on to the rest of me…”
I couldn’t believe it, I was in awe. This is the kind of stuff that happened to other people, not me.
I stood still for a moment, my hand absent mindedly removing the ribbon from around her shoes as I soaked it all in.
The sound of her trying to speak through the gag snapped me back to reality.
It was muffled, wonderful gag talk, but I knew what she was trying to say… “help, why am I tied up? What are you going to do to me?”
And now she started to squirm a bit, wriggling in her bonds.
I stepped around the bed, towards her head, and knelt next to the bed, bringing myself close to her, then leaning in to kiss her cheek above the gag I whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to make you regret not letting me do this sooner…”

And with that, I rose to return to my prize, those perfect feet i knew were stuffed into those black sneakers, it was the perfect place to start.

Theres more, I’ll happily tell the whole story, i might even share a photo or two if this is well received.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bc0arh/coming_home_to_an_unexpected_surprise_mf