Hello everybody! To get this straight, this is a multiple friends posting account, for multiple stories from my friends' point of view. I own the account. This is my first time in bondage...
April 4th, 2005. Two days after my b-day, I invited my friend, Sara over. (My parents were gone for my mom's birthday, the day after mine.) We were watching TV, and a lady was tied up. "I always wondered what it would be like to be tied up," I said. "Yea, wonder," Sara replied. We went on with the day, but that night, Sara came up behind me. "Hands up," she said, pointing an airsoft gun at me. I put my hands in the air jokingly. She pulled out a bandanas and told me to put my hands behind my back, in which I complied. She looped one bandana around my wrists, then another through the middle. I tried to pull my wrists away, but I couldn't. "Sara, untie me," I said. "I really can't move." "Well, you always wondered what it was like to be tied up," she said. "No, I-" she stuffed a cloth in my mouth then plastered duct-tape over my lips. "MMMPPPHHHH!" I tried to make noise but it did nothing. "Okay, now come your ankles," she said with enthusiasm. She tied my ankles the same way she tied her wrists. I couldn't moved my legs away from each other. "Now, I watch TV," Sara said, walking out of the room. I wiggled, but couldn't get out. I don't know when, but I eventually fell asleep.
I awoke to a stroke on my foot. My eyes opened, and I was groggy. Another stroke, this time making me shudder. "Oh, is Brady ticklish?" I heard Sara ask. I mmpphhed into my gag. I am extremely ticklish anywhere on my body, so I knew the end was near. More strokes on my feet until I was grunting into my gag and wiggling around. This went on for about 10 minutes, then the tickling stopped.... then began on my stomach. I was squirming even harder now. This attack went on for the same amount of time as the first. Then the attack progressed to my ribs. I couldn't take it anymore. Just as I thought I would black out from hysteria, Sara stopped. "Ok Brady! Time for bed!" She pulled out a sleep mask and covered my face. I heard footsteps and knew Sara left the room. After minutes of trying to escape, I gave up and tried to fall asleep.
(BUZZ*) The alarm clock woke me up. I tried to see what time it was, but the blindfold wouldn't allow it (Yes, my clock beeps at various times.). I started to grunt into my gag, then realized something: I had to pee. Bad. I grunted, trying to get attention. After what seemed like hours of holding pee and rolling around, I felt the bandana from my wrists removed. I pulled the tape from my mouth and the blindfold from my eyes and saw Sara standing over me. "GOTTA PEE!" I yelled, jumping out of the bed. I forgot about my ankle bindings though, and crashed into the floor. I stood up and began to hop to the bathroom to relieve myself.
10 minutes later, Sara and I were eating breakfast. "So, how was bondage?" she asked. I looked up and thought about my experience. "I, ummm.... I think it was a bit fun. Maybe we could do it again?" I asked.
THE END