That's a Wrap

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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At home alone, a cat tries to experiment with some bondage play with limited success... until he gets some help. ^^


This story was written for Serling as part of their patreon reward for January 2018. It contains M/Solo and M/F sex between consenting adults, and bondage! :3

That's a Wrap

"Dammit..."

Carlos murmured to himself in frustration as he stared at his body in the mirror, the tabby cat's furred frame looking rather dishevelled as he stood half entangled in several layers of plastic wrap, pinning his fur to his body but leaving one arm, the arm he had been using to wrap the rest of the industrial sized roll around his torso, free. The cat had been intrigued by this type of bondage ever since he'd first encountered it in videos online, and what had become a passing fancy with it had slowly, over a period of months become something of an obsession. An obsession to the point where he hadn't been able to resist buying some plastic wrap online, finding a quiet day when he was all alone at home, and giving it a try. He had such fantasies of what would happen, wrapping himself up and spending hours struggling to get free, arms bound to his sides, utterly helpless and immobile, while at the same time he would feel his cock throbbing against his belly, pinned there by yet more tightly enshrouded layers of plastic.

Instead, he had come to realise that solitary bondage was an incredibly hard thing to do. You couldn't easily tie yourself up in ropes and expect to remain that way because the very positions required to hold oneself in bondage made it almost impossible to tie ropes onto oneself in the first place. He couldn't just lock himself in a pair of handcuffs, because either he'd be able to get to the key and let himself out almost instantly, or he wouldn't, and he'd end up getting caught, having to explain what the hell he was playing at. Even the most simple, home-brew methods like this proved utterly impossible to carry out alone. All he wanted was to feel that sense of restraint and helplessness he had seen on the faces of those in the videos. All he wanted was to feel that rush of desire, uncontrollable and unactionable until he freed himself. But how could he ever know that sense of freedom, if he couldn't even render himself captive in the first place?

Tearing off the sheets of wrap encircling him uselessly, Carlos shuddered and grunted as he grabbed his cock and jerked it a few times to keep himself hard, determined to not let this afternoon alone go to waste no matter how much of it had already passed him by. He frowned as he peered down at the large roll of plastic wrap, then around his bedroom in a desperate search for inspiration. As his eyes fell upon the bed, they widened slightly, and though after all the frustration he had endured thus far he was wary of getting too optimistic, the cat couldn't help but blush and grin as he padded over to the bed and set the roll of wrap down at one end. Slowly, carefully, he found the edge of the wrap and began to unravel it. To stretch it out across the breadth of the double bed, slowly and calmly moving it along so that the flat, loose length didn't wrinkle or fold inward upon itself. Soon he found himself at the far side of the bed, and ever so carefully tore the wrap loose at that point, setting the main bulk of the roll down close by.

Taking a deep breath, Carlos scrambled up onto the bed and ever so nervously, ever so carefully laid himself down over the length of wrap, clasping his hands together behind his back and clutching at the end of the plastic beneath him. He looked around, carefully ensuring he was properly lined up, and with a hopeful mewl began to roll himself over, across the bed, hoping to bind himself up in the layer of plastic wrap he had laid out. For a moment, for one sweet wonderful moment he swore that it was working. He felt it tugging on his fur, pulled taut around him as he rolled over again and again, several layers forming around him as he rolled across the breadth of the bedding. As soon as Carlos reached the far edge of the bed however, as soon as he shakily, giddily pulled himself upright with his torso locked in its supposed bondage, a strangled wail of frustration escaped him as it immediately fell loose, falling around his waist more akin to a crinkled, ruffled see-through skirt than any sort of makeshift strait-jacket.

"Dammit! Dammit dammit god fucking dammit!"

He tore the plastic wrap off himself yet again, tossing it to the ground and stamping on it like a petulant child rather than a fully grown man. Carlos knew it was ridiculous for him to get so worked up over something so foolish, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't stand how impossible this seemed to be, how much he wanted it, and yet how utterly unlikely it was he would ever be able to know how it felt. He couldn't let this go, he couldn't let it slip away unfulfilled, but at the same time he was becoming more and more convinced that he could try to tie himself up like this for days, for weeks without end and never once succeed without help. Help that he didn't have, and help that he knew he couldn't possibly ask for. Not because he didn't have anyone to ask, but because... well, because what the hell would his wife think of him if she found out that her already small, submissive husband wanted to be tied up to get himself off?!

"Carlos?"

Still standing in the middle of the bedroom, stark naked and with his right foot pressing down on the stomped, crumpled remains of his last attempt, the cat froze in horror as he heard his name spoken from somewhere painfully, horrifyingly close by.

He heard a giggle, and turned his head just in time to see the bedroom door opening the rest of the way, his wife standing within its frame, barely able to fit through thanks to the broadness and height of the polar bear's almost seven foot tall form.

"What are you doing in here? I heard you yelling as I got in, but... why are you naked?"

She looked around, amused, curious, not angry in the slightest. Carlos panicked as he realised that he had only a few seconds to think of an excuse, to think of some reason why he was here, why he was naked and why there was an industrial sized roll of plastic wrap resting by the side of the bed. His wife hadn't figured it out yet, but she would. If he didn't think fast enough, she most certainly would.

The polar bear strode into the room, and her eyes immediately fell upon the plastic wrap. Carlos held back a mewl of anguish as he begged his brain to come up with something, anything to explain away the situation. Before he could do so though, his wife's gaze turned away from the wrap and towards a different part of the room. Towards their chest of drawers, upon which was seated Carlos' laptop. And upon the screen, frozen where the cat had paused it after making sure he was suitably worked up for his new endeavour...

The tabby male sagged visible, and whimpered as he saw his wife's eyes widen in surprise. He saw exactly what she was seeing in that moment. Frozen upon the laptop's screen the bound, helpless male tied to a wooden table by layers of plastic wrap. The lizard's figure was blurred in the freeze-frame as he squirmed violently, his cock jutting out through a slit cut in the plastic and in the midst of releasing a thick, arcing spurt of cum. A jet of seed unleashed by the hands-free orgasm he was granting himself thanks to how horny and worked up the bondage had made him, and of course the vibrator that Carlos knew was buried in his backside.

"Oooohhgodyes!"

Yelping in humiliation, Carlos bounded over to where his wife had just started the video up again, the bedroom suddenly filled with the lizard's hissing cries of ecstasy and the low, persistent buzz of the toy lodged inside his rump. He tried to sidle around his wife and turn the video off, to close the internet window so that the video would be at least out of sight if not out of mind. One of his wife's huge, strong arms swept down and held him back however, preventing him from doing so as the video continued playing, as she watched the lizard squirming and struggling, the person recording all of this for posterity circling round him, focusing alternately on his strained facial expression, his throbbing cock and the gecko's plump, curling toes where they stuck out free from the plastic wrap at the end of the table.

"You wanna be set free now, Bradford?"

The voice behind the camera, that of a woman, hissed seductively. Carlos heard his wife giggle as the lizard gurgled and shook his head, and the woman spoke up once more, chuckling tenderly as she set the camera down and reached for what was obviously the button to cease recording.

"I didn't think so. I'll come back in an hour or two."

The screen went black, a pop-up featuring a GIF of a guy getting fucked in the ass by an even larger, even buffer guy appearing in its place just seconds later with bright, flashing letters declaring 'Find studly sluts in your area, now!'

It was only then that Carlos' wife looked away from the screen and towards her husband, her hand still resting on his chest even though he had sagged, ceasing his attempts to get past her and shut off the laptop's screen. She cocked an eyebrow at him, but lifted her hand away from his chest, instead pressing one firm finger to his lips as he opened his muzzle to begin to try and explain. Instead, she spoke. Not angry. Not upset. Not anything that Carlos had expected reflected in her tone. If anything, she sounded... amused.

"Mi gato... stand right here. Don't move. Don't speak. Not a word."

She stepped away from him, slipping out of the bedroom and out of view. For almost two minutes she remained absent, but Carlos did as she asked. He didn't move a muscle, not to shut down his laptop, not to hide the plastic wrap. Not for anything, not wishing to incur his wife's wrath more than was already no doubt going to be the case.

His eyes bulged as she returned. The polar bear was stark naked, her strong body bared before him, and in one hand an object that Carlos didn't quite recognise at first, not until she set it down upon the bed and he saw the brand name, Hitachi, etched upon its side. They kept the massage wand in the guest room, not because it wasn't used regularly but simply because that was where his wife kept her... accessories. But, why had she brought it here? And, why had she taken off her clothes? Was she simply choosing to ignore what she had seen? To pretend it had never happened, choosing instead to act as though Carlos was naked because he wanted to have sex with her?

"Katherine..."

He tried to speak, unable to stay quiet any longer as the polar bear moved over to the bed, but rather than crawling up onto it reached down and picked up the roll of plastic wrap. She turned her head towards him, frowning.

"What did I say? Not a word."

She pulled the end of the wrap free from its roll, approaching Carlos with a devious twinkling in her eyes, and pressed the free section of wrap into one of the cat's hands.

"Hold that down by your side. No, lower. Right at your side. Yes, like that. Good. Now, hold it tight."

Katherine instructed him firmly, yet intimately, just as she had guided him in so many sexual escapades in the past. Carlos did as he was told, and he felt his heart thundering, and his cock swelling once again as to his horror and wonder all at once the polar bear began to walk around him with the long, industrial sized sheet of plastic wrap. Encircling him in it once, twice, three times, many more times than that, ensuring that it remained tight all the while. So tight that he found the arms by his sides immobile, so tight that he found it hard to draw a full, deep breath, and so tight that as she began to guide it downward, ensnaring his thighs and above, he suddenly felt his cock being pinned upward against his belly, and between many sheets of plastic wrap both above and below it. For almost two minutes she walked around him, encasing him in what had to be more than twenty layers of the wrapping. Only then did she stop, tearing it off with her clawed fingertips and tucking the final layer under the last.

The cat yelped as all of a sudden, without any warning, his vastly taller, stronger wife lifted his now bound and trembling body up off the ground, holding him over her shoulder as his legs flailed wildly, only to toss him down upon the bed mere moments later. She scrambled up onto it with him, and straddled him as he found himself staring up at her, wide eyed and stunned into silence.

"Not a word, Carlos. I don't want to hear apologies, or excuses, or any convoluted reasoning why you're certain I'm just trying to appease you against my own wishes. Mi gato, you've heard me say it time and time again... I love you. I am your wife. I chose to be with you for who you are, I fell in love with you for everything you are. And no matter how embarrassing you might find it, no matter how hard it is for you to grasp, that includes all your sexual desires. When we were dating, it took me months before I figured out that you loved to be submissive in the bedroom. When we were newlyweds, how many months was it before I caught you fingering yourself in the bathtub and coaxed you into telling me that you wanted to be pegged. And now... oh god, Carlos, how long have you been wanting this? How long have you wanted to be tied up... restrained, helplessly teased and pleasured while you just can't get away?"

The cat cringed in humiliation, even though beneath the layers of plastic wrap he could feel his cock straining and throbbing desperately with excitement. He saw Katherine see that expression on his face, and felt his heart break as she sighed in frustration.

"I know you won't believe me. That you can't. That you just can't imagine I could be not just willing, but overjoyed to share all of this with you. But... you will, mi gato. Just like you always do, once I don't just tell you. When I show you how much I enjoy it. How much I love to share these things, all these wonderful, sexy things with you, my kinky kitten."

She grabbed the hitachi wand from where it lay upon the bed, raised it up in her hand, and turned it on. The powerful vibrating tip buzzed into life, and Katherine grinned, her cheeks flushed beneath her white fur as she lowered the toy once more, bringing its violently trembling massager into contact with the plastic wrap directly over Carlos' trapped cock.

The cat's eyes bulged, and a frantic, desperately happy mewling escaped his lips.

"A-aaahhhyes! Katherine, p-please!"

Licking her lips and moaning softly, the polar bear watched not the bound section of the cat which she was stimulating, but his face. His face as it contorted not with humiliation any longer, but with pure pleasure and overwhelmed joy as this fantasy he had harboured for so long was dragged kicking and thrashing into reality despite his best efforts to sabotage it.

"You're helpless, Carlos. If I wanted to, I could stop right now and leave you here, needy and begging, for hours..."

She pulled the vibrator away from his cock, and giggled as the tabby cat wailed in miserable desperation. A few seconds later it returned, pressing against the plastic wrap encircling his cock harder than ever.

"Or, I could hold it here for hours. Not letting go, not giving you a moment's rest even after you cum once, twice... however many times your body can handle before you just pass out from how good it feels."

The male's eyes bulged. His head shook frantically from side to side, even though his cock was throbbing and twitching gleefully at that though, just like it had towards Katherine's prior suggestion too.

"You won't know. You just won't know. And, even if you did... there'd be nothing you could do about it anyway. You have no control. You have no power here, mi gato. So, you might as well stop resisting. Stop trying to convince yourself that you're embarrassed and scared about what I'm going to say or do or not do. Because, none of it is in your control anyway. I call the shots, and tonight, you don't even get to move until I say so. Understood?"

Carlos began to nod violently, and threw his head back with a wild, desperate cry of lust as his wife seemed to fumble with the controls of the toy for a moment, the vibrations pummelling his bound cock suddenly intensifying to easily twice their prior intensity.

"Yes! Yes, o-oohhh Katey... I... oohhh god, y-mmmppphhh..."

Before he could conclude his giddy cries though, his shameless, uninhibited pleading to the woman of his dreams, Carlos felt an all too familiar weight sink down over his head. He inhaled, and his head span with a hot, thick muskiness. He felt a moisture pressing down against his muzzle, and though muffled by two firm, powerful thighs, he heard his wife addressing him once more from where she was now seated, directly astride his face.

"You don't get to move, you don't get to speak, you don't even get to cry my name out until I let you. Now... be a good little slut for me, mi gato, and put that tongue to work. If you don't make me cum before you do... I might stop pleasuring you. I might stop letting you pleasure me. If you don't do your best to make me scream and squirt all over that cute face of yours, I might even be a real monster... and set you free."

By Jeeves

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