## Halloween fail M/F

Post by Vakira » Thu Apr 10, 2014 12:03 pm

Hi, just before I start I wanted to apologise, to anyone who messaged me privately. I'm not being rude, I'm just getting used to this whole scene. I kind of got freaked out a bit. It's taken me a long time to sign up to this forum and also some liquid courage just to post my first story. I'm still quite nervous about all this. xxx
So sorry.
Here is my next story for you.
So, flashforward a few years to Halloween. One of the girls from school Claire, is having a costume party at her place while her parents are away for the weekend. It was also a costume party. Did I mention it was a costume party?
I hate costumes.
I was going over with Alice but had no idea what to go as. I dug around in my wardrobe and decided “Cowgirl”. Grabbing a tight, check utility shirt I bought from a vintage market, my mother’s boots and a pair of denim hot pants (that I wore once and don’t even know why I still had them). I’m not really into dressing up but I didn’t want to be the sad one who doesn't socialise.
We were at that age where everyone was going out drinking on the weekends. I promised Alice I would get some drink to take over to Claire’s. I went over to my eldest brother’s house, he would always buy me beer if I wanted, not that I did, just on occasions like this. He was good to me like that.
His wife asked me what I was doing and I told her. She then returned from her bedroom with a pair of guns and a Stetson from a hen do she had been on. My brother then came back from the kitchen with a (large) Bottle of vodka.
Me: “wow. That’s quite big.”
Ben: “Try and be sensible with that. Dad will f**king kill me if he finds out”
Me: “I’ll be fine. I don’t think I like vodka”
My brother Ben, then dove me over to Alice’s. She was upstairs getting ready and was already drinking wine. She poured me a glass and we got changed into our costumes.
She was a Greek goddess. She looked really good. Then I came out of the bathroom in my cowgirl outfit. I can’t really do it justice, but the look on her face was one of part confusion and pity. I was too self-conscious to show my legs off, so I was wearing beige tights under the hot pants.
Alice: “what the proper Hell?”
Also the Stetson was a bit too big. Alice walked up to me and opened a few more buttons on my shirt to “make me look a bit less like a freak”. Thanks Alice. Then she told me to go take off the tights. For some reason I listened. I don’t like my legs. I stuffed the tights into my back pocket so I could put them back on later if I needed to.
Because the hat didn’t fit properly, I had to let my hair down just so it looked a bit more normal. I never go out with my hair down. It stays tied up tighter than the average TUGer on this board.
Arriving at the party, we walked straight into the kitchen and were surprised by the amount of people there. Alice had brought 2 more bottles of wine and I got mad props when I put my bottle of vodka down on the kitchen table. Thanks Ben!
Gavin: “Ginge!”
I turned to see Gavin dressed as a Rugby player, which was quite lazy as he played for the rugby team. He and I had become a lot better friends over the last year or two. Not so much with Mark.
Gavin: “Look at you two! Loving the hair ginge”
Me: “uh, thanks”
Gavin: “what you drinking?”
Alice: “are you barman or something?”
Me: “I’m going to have some wine…”
Gavin: “Oh, shut up. Have some of this”. It was a vodka and redbull. I really shouldn’t have, because it only took about an hour or so before I was bouncing off the walls, I was so hyper. On the plus side I felt more comfortable about being dressed like Daisy Duke.
There were a few of us stood around chatting in the kitchen and I was super hyper. Gavin (who had really filled out with muscle) kept picking me up and putting me on the kitchen counter. On one occasion of doing so, I knocked over some drinks with my bum. Everyone then looked and Gavin shouted out:
Gavin: “Ginge! Come on now, how many have you had?” I wasn’t that drunk. Yet. Gavin kept ripping into me, so I picked up what was left of my drink and tipped it on his head. We both found it funny.
Gavin: “time for bed, Ginge”
And with that, like a big caveman, he threw me over his shoulder and started carrying me off upstairs. I couldn’t stop giggling as I watched people watching me being carried through the house. He opened the door to a spare bedroom. He walked me in and sat me down on the bed.
Me: “Wow, that was impressive.” I went to get up to leave and walked past him, then I heard him shout
Gavin: “Tackle!”
He tackled me to the gound and sat on top of my back. He weighed a ton. It was no use fighting him off. He grabbed both my arms and crossed my hands behind my back.
Me: “Get off me! What are you doing?” He started wrapping something around my wrists. It was the tights I had in my pocket! He knotted them super tight and leaned back he was still on top of me so I could barely move. He then removed both of my boots and even my socks.
Me: “What are you doing?” he started tying something around my ankles and pulled it tight. I think it was some kind of belt from a silk robe. I have no idea where he got if from, but can only assume from what I’ve read on this board that he does the same thing where he scans the room for potential restraints for his victim.
I don’t mean victim as such, with Gavin it was different. He was just so good and confident when he tied me up, strong and in charge of the situation. Speaking of strong, as I lay face down on the floor, he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me to my feet! He spun me around so I faced him.
Me: “wow”
I tried to feebly lunge at him but I couldn’t do much without my hands. He put his hands on my hips and held me at a safe length. I tried bighting him, he just laughed. He then, seeing as I was tied up, started tickling my sides. It was unbearable; he forced me back on to the bed and kept going. I didn’t realise just how hard my heart was pounding. This was not the redbull.
Me: ”I hate you. I could kick your arse, if I wasn’t tied up!”
Gavin: “really?”
Me: “yeah! Try me!” He just laughed again. He started tickling my feet, I can’t stand people touching my feet. I hadn’t realised I literally had my whole legs on show. I never did that, and Gavin was taking full advantage.
Me: “Oh, God! Stop! I can’t take it!” I was in tears I was laughing so much. When he came close I was still trying to bite him, because embarrassingly, I thought I was being sexy. I should have been watching his hands because he suddenly shoved a sock in my mouth! It was a knee high sock so long enough to tie into a gag. This I would object to, but on top of the alcohol and the fact I really (really) decided I liked Gavin, I allowed it. (God, to this day, I can still taste that sock, it makes me cringe thinking about it.)
Gavin: “I’ll be right back…”
Me: “Mmm?” And he left. I sat up and tried to pick at the knots slightly, then I looked over and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked a real sight. Then it dawned on me, what if he doesn’t come back? What if this was anther prank? He stuck me up here to miss the whole party! I started really trying to get loose, I started feeling so lousy at my situation. Did the really think that little of me? Then, one of the guys from school walked into the room, he was wasted. I fumbled forward and fell on my knees. I tried to communicate with him through my sock muffles but he just stumbled back out of the room looking for the toilet. He slammed the door behind him. I called aout again, but the music was so loud I doubt anyone heard. I was pulling so hard at the tights I could feel myself getting flushed. I fell forward back onto the floor, which was incredibly dirty close up. I couldn’t go anywhere. Now I had tears in my eyes for different reasons.
But then, Gavin returned! Holding more booze! He sat me up and then sat down next to me.
Gavin: “are you crying?” He removed my gag.
Me: “No” (I had been.)
Gavin: “drink” he poured a shot down my throat. I won’t go into it, but we had a drunken heart to heart which resulted in us kissing. He kept serving me shots promising he would untie after each one but then teasing me saying stuff like “Hmm, don’t think I can untie those knots. We should call someone”
It all got hazy after a while, I remember he unbuttoned my shirt slightly and I’m sure I let him touch my chest. Neither of us could remember, or maybe he wouldn’t admit how far it went. I vaguely remember him carrying me over his shoulder to the toilet and being in there with me. He always maintained he left me and got caught up in some drinking game involving cups and passed out downstairs. I remember waking up on the bed STILL tied up with Alice next to me.
I was horrified as I looked down and find she had vomited all over the floor and onto the bed and even ON MY LEGS!! It took me ages to get Alice to wake up and even longer to get her to cut me loose. I say cut because she got some scissors from the nightstand as she was in no mood to fiddle with knots. I then untied my feet, and threw the vomit covered belt to the side.
The irony that the tights I was talked out of wearing could have protected my legs, but instead they restrained me in a puddle of my best friend’s sick.
I washed the sick off my legs in the bathroom picked up my boots and left. I had lost my sister in law’s hat and guns, my tights were ruined, and I had the worst hangover. I called my brother to come get me. He picked me up and drove me to his house where I threw up 3 times and struggled to hold down a corned beef sandwich. Eventually I got home to another one of my dad’s lectures “Young lady” this and “Madame” that. God I really wished I had a sister because he “expects that sort of thing from your brothers, but not you!”
One good thing though, when we were next in school, Gavin showed me a photo of the two of us he had taken on his phone. It was cool, He looked drunk but still hot and I looked quite good too, even though I had Aftershock all over my face and my shirt.
(FYI Aftershock is a drink and not a euphemism for a guy’s “juice”)
Thanks allxxxx

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by LordNelson » Thu Apr 10, 2014 5:37 pm

Definitely one of the craziest TUG's I have ever read. In spite of the potential for disaster you not only survived it intact but also seem to have strangely enjoyed it in spite of the fact that it was a train wreck of an evening.

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by tightsbound » Thu Apr 10, 2014 5:46 pm

Great story! And with my favorite binding material no less!

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by Vakira » Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:26 pm

It's one of those things I can look back on now and laugh. To a degree. But at the time, yes, total train wreck of an evening. Was worth it just to be tied up by "Gavin"

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by Ranlar » Sat Apr 12, 2014 5:15 pm

Very good story, I agree with the others could have been a very bad night, worse then it was. Thank you for sharing. If you had the chance would you go again dressed as a character that is TUGs releated so you could get tied up again?

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by Vakira » Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:17 am

> Ranlar wrote:Very good story, I agree with the others could have been a very bad night, worse then it was. Thank you for sharing. If you had the chance would you go again dressed as a character that is TUGs releated so you could get tied up again?

I can't think what sort of character you mean. I suppose if I did it again and had some rope as a lasso?

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by LordNelson » Sun Apr 13, 2014 5:40 am

Ranlar's comment got me thinking. I have been straining my brain to come up with a character whose appearance would convey the message "tie me up" and I can't. The heroine from the Perils of Pauline, Penelope Pitstop and Daphne from Scooby-Doo have all become associated with TUG's for people like us but their outward appearance would not suggest a TUG to anyone but a person who wanted to tie them up no matter what they looked like. Even a cow girl carrying a lasso would give most people the impression that she is looking to use it on livestock, not herself.
Other than draping your self with ropes and wearing a sign saying "tie me up" I just can't picture a costume that would invite a TUG just by its appearance alone. If anyone else has any ideas please post them.
LordNelson

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by OldTUGger » Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:21 am

Wonder Woman? She carries a golden lasso, wears wide bracelets around her wrists and sports a sexy costume. Besides, anyone with knowledge of the character would know her early storylines were written by a bondage enthusiast.
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### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by Vakira » Sun Apr 13, 2014 9:59 am

Any costume with restraint accessories. Handcuffs, rope etc. However if you you might want to hang out with the person with said accessories in the hopes they might use them on you. Like I could go up to someone dressed as a cop and say "are those real handcuffs" drop hints and stuff like that.

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by LordNelson » Sun Apr 13, 2014 4:49 pm

Old TUGger has made a very good suggestion. I don't know if Gavin looks anything like Clark Kent/Superman but Vakira; I'm sure you would look every bit as good in a Wonder Woman costume as Diana Prince does.

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by Vakira » Tue Apr 15, 2014 12:10 pm

Ginger Wonder Woman? No way I'd ever wear a costume like that! Gavin had big shoulders from playing rugby. I don't know why but, I do like guys with big shoulders.

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by angim350 » Thu Apr 17, 2014 2:49 pm

Wow! I can't help thinking that guy was just a little too... forward! Good story though

### Re: Halloween fail M/F

Post by Cpt Wiggles » Fri Apr 25, 2014 2:20 pm

You haven't lived until you've woken up in your best friend's sick.
There's always time for a nice cup of tea.