The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby Games_Bond » Mon Jun 28, 2010 10:00 am

So folks… hello. This is my first story, so please don’t be too harsh on me. (Unless you’re into that sort of thing…). Those who have read my previous comments elsewhere will know that, although I have a fair bit of experience with bondage, I have trouble serving up anything from my memory that constitutes a story. But after several weeks’ worth of consideration, I think I can recall some experiences that might be worth sharing. For those of you who like what follows here, the good news is: The forthcoming story COULD be Part One of a Trilogy.
By the way, sorry for the preamble. I can only defend it by stating that I think the situation merits full explanation, and also, the characters named here will reappear if I write again, so they deserve a full introduction.
One disclaimer before I start: My stories will never be 100% true. Or at least, you shouldn’t expect them to be. There are two main reasons for this. Firstly, my memory is rubbish. The chances of me perfectly recollecting something that happened months ago are thin on the ground. Secondly, I don’t have the permission of anyone in these stories to publish their actions and words on the Internet. So I have changed their names to protect their identity, and that goes for me too.
Done. On with the story.

Now, I’m sure you experienced folks don’t need me to tell you Rule Number One. Bondage (especially if you are the victim) should only occur with a person or person(s) you TRUST. That way, you don’t end up hogtied in the back of some weirdo’s truck, headed for the border.
But sometimes, you can get caught out. Sometimes, you are not careful enough. I mean, if you hadn’t had any fun in a long time, you’d be tempted to take a chance, right? Sometimes, a little trust is all that is needed.
And that’s when trouble can arise…
So there I was, sitting on a bench, in what was potentially a friendship saving discussion. You see, Gillian is definitely the weirdest of my friends. If you want to be friends with her, you need patience by the bucketload. She will offend you, upset you, annoy you, scare you and attack you– sometimes all of the above within the space of sixty seconds. There is simply no predicting what is going on from one moment to the next.
Unless you’re me.
Gillian was more open with me than almost anyone else. Certainly, I was the boy she was most open with. In return, I had (somehow) learned to read her. People were often amazed at how I could understand her. I could say things to her that nobody else could. I could interpret the meaning in her most random actions. There’s no denying she was an eccentric nutcase, but I was safe because I probably knew her better than anyone else. And although she didn’t even admit it to herself, let alone anyone else, for a very long time, she had fallen in love with me.
There was a major problem with this. I didn’t love her back. I have a girlfriend, who I love very much, and that’s not going to change. At the time of this story, this was a dangerous issue. Gillian’s feelings towards me were in the open, and my girlfriend was angry at her. They had previously been close friends. Sarah and I were working on that (you’ll hear from her another time), but at the moment, the situation was toxic. And that was how the relationship between Gillian and I started to go wrong. Previously, we had been in that “safe place”. You know, a boy and a girl, good close friends, and free to be so, because there is never the complication that it might go any further. But now, I couldn’t give her the time of day unless I had good reason – my girlfriend, Rae, would be worried for my safety if there was not at least one other friend I could trust there.
And that’s how Gillian and I came to be on that bench on that sunny day. We had met Sarah and some of her classmates for lunch, but they had all left. Gillian and I had previously decided (by phone) that we needed to clear the air. And we took that opportunity to do it.
But this has gone on long enough. The salient point is this: I told her that I SHOULD be able to trust her, and I didn’t know if I did. I should be able to be tied up by her, without fearing that I was in any danger. (This was not a weird thing to say; it happened all the time in our group when we were closer). And there was only one way we could sort that – I had to see if I could let her tie me up.
But how could I go to her house without betraying my girlfriend’s trust? (Which was of course of paramount importance to me, even if not to Gillian). Well, we found a way around that, but you don’t need to know the details here. It has nothing to do with bondage.
Now, two more things you need to know about Gillian. Firstly, you’ll want to know what she looks like. Her eccentric personality is not helped by her distinct lack of height. When I first met her, I thought she was a good five years younger than she was. She also has dirty-blonde hair that sometimes reaches as far as her shoulders, and wild blue eyes. On this particular occasion, she was wearing a lilac top with a matching dress that was held up by a tie-cord that was so long she had to wrap it around the dress in intricate knots.
Secondly, she has a split personality. I know some people even in this day and age don’t like to accept the scientific existence of schizophrenia, but if they ever get to know Gillian well at all they will have no doubts. They are basically two human beings sharing one human body. “Gillian” is the collective term for the body, or whoever happened to be “out” at the time. The two personalities are Gill and Jill.
Just like any two distinct human beings you could name, Gill and Jill have their own thoughts, morals, beliefs, behaviours and attitudes. When I said Gillian loved me, that was true – both Gill and Jill did. But Jill had taken the whole fiasco with Rae decidedly worse than Gill, who was the one I was having all the contact with. Jill was irrational and potentially dangerous. Thus, it was Gill – and Gill alone – who was tying me to her bed as the bondage begins.
You might be thinking: “Hang on. Have I missed something? This was a girl that claimed to love you; a reason your girlfriend hated her, and you were happy to let her tie you to her bed?” Well, yeah. For a start, Gill and I had an understanding that she would never try and steal me from Rae – and this I did trust for cast-iron reasons. Also, it wasn’t abnormal to be tied to Gillian’s bed. It was about the only thing in her room you could be tied to, and I wasn’t alone – Rae herself had been tied to it more than once. (See story three, if I ever write it).
Gillian’s bed is a cabin bed; on occasion you could be tied to the small ladder, but it was more common (and comfortable) to be tied lying on it. There’s not exactly a lot of muscle on me to cushion the blow if I’m up against the ladder. Picture a starved-looking albino Harry Potter who has had his hair cropped short so that if you run your hand across it, it feels like Velcro – and that’s me. So I wasn’t very keen to be tied to the ladder – again.
Yes, folks I’d had experience of that. Sorry for going off at a tangent here; but the bondage in this story is quite short-lived so I thought I’d throw in some bonus material. At least this way I get to introduce Rae. Yes; it was her that tied me to the ladder; not Gillian.
What does Rae look like? Well, she’s younger than me, but you wouldn’t know it to look at us. I still need ID to get into clubs and she could’ve walked in to any bar in the city without needing ID since she was thirteen. She’s about as tall as me, but is much better built. She has quite thick brown hair now she’s growing out; back then she was quite short and red.
Oh, and Rae is an expert with ropes. I really don’t want to know how she got so good. Obviously I have some idea, (enough not to be suspicious), but I don’t need details. On this occasion she decided to be “lenient”. I was told to sit with my back to the ladder. First thing that happens? A scarf is looped around the front of my neck – and tied to one of the three rungs. This is not tight, but she’ll sort that later. Next, I have to twist my arms behind my back so that they are in a sort of reverse prayer position. Obviously it is hard to combine my wrists, and my elbows are nowhere near together. Good thing Rae had decided to be lenient, or they would have been forced together with the ties. Luckily, I was allowed to keep them apart, so my contortionism was not put to the test. Tying them so I couldn’t get away was all that was needed.
Next came the intricate part, at which Rae’s skill came into its own. Many loops and ties went around my chest, waist, arms, wrists, neck – and all three rungs of the ladder. Remember that “loose” tie round my neck? It had now been pulled tight and woven in with all the others, so that now I could not pull myself away from the bed without throttling myself.
Yup, I’m pretty stuck in that position. While 21 year old me is busy trying to figure out how to get out of that one, let’s deal with the questions. Why was Rae at Gillian’s house with me? Answer: We were invited. This was still the time when we were all friends. Where was Gillian at the time? Watching and learning, mostly. No point in her tying anybody up if she’s got Rae to do it for her. I say Gillian. I mean Gill. When Jill came out, it was a completely different matter.
Jill is not very experienced or mature when it comes to romance. Coming out to see Rae tying her boyfriend up was not what she expected to see. They had a conversation about it, in which Rae told her she liked tying me up. Jill couldn’t really understand this. She would now, but this was then. But back then she also was friends with both of us and somebody that I could be tied up in the presence of without having to worry.
Back to me and my puny attempts at escape. Whatever Rae had done to fix me there, I was no match for it. Of course, it was only a matter of time before Rae could resist a little tickle no longer. It was difficult enough to move, and now I was being forced to squirm and wriggle. The neck harness was restricting me; I wanted more air than I could get.
You will probably have noticed that Rae did not tie my legs. There was no real need – I was sitting on the floor on my backside with my legs out in front; there was no way the ability to move them would be any help whatsoever. What it did mean was that they were the parts that lashed about the most – until Jill decided she would get in on the act and pin my ankles down. Well, we didn’t want to attract attention by causing my feet to thump on the floor.
Jill is strong. She is much stronger than Gill, which is saying something, considering they have the same muscles. The difference? Jill knows how to use them. She knows how to get 100% efficiency out of each muscle she uses. There was no way pinning my flailing legs would be a challenge. However, why exert herself, after a few moments’ worth of pinning them with her wrists, she crawled over and sat on my legs. Ouch.
So now I was effectively getting double-teamed. Both girls were playing their part in my discomfort. That was until one tickle caused my head to snap back – and hit hard against the woodwork.
Cue Rae feeling really guilty, as she invariably does when she inadvertently hurts me or oversteps the mark. You may be wondering: “This was Rae being lenient?” Well, lenient said with a mischievous glint in her eye – you kinda know not to count your blessings until you get them when that happens. So, after making sure no visible damage had been done to my skull, she decided she would give me a chance. She untied one of the scarves. It wasn’t exactly the key tie, but it did give me just a little more movement. I now found that if I bent my fingers awkwardly in a certain way, I could just pick at one of the ties on my wrists.
That was all well and good, but I had a pounding in my head to deal with as well, which doubled the task as I tried to think straight. All the while I had Rae sitting beside me, looking at me as if I might collapse any second. As I struggled for the first couple of minutes, she offered to untie me, but I politely declined and eventually she saw that I was going to get out.
I could’ve decided to get revenge, but that would’ve been short and sweet. My tying skills do not match Rae’s in the slightest, and she is an expert escapist. So that little episode comes to a close. It has nothing to do with the first rule of bondage; I obviously trust Rae, and at that time if she had left me alone with Jill that would’ve been no cause for alarm. Nowadays, if I found myself tied at Jill’s mercy, getting molested but nothing else would be a result. Getting tickled and nothing else would be extremely lucky.
Back to the main story.
So, I was lying on my back, with the bed sheets under me and Gill sitting over me. She picks up a cushion bag – and I know what’s zipped inside. Just about every scarf, twisted handkerchief etc that she uses to tie up – or be tied up. But this is pretty much all I get to see. The contents are emptied; dumped on the bed somewhere near my feet – and then the cushion is thrown over my face. Gill has a theory that if a captor can see themselves being tied, they know how to undo the knots. So, I had to wait patiently as my ankles were locked together, and bound with a couple of coils of handkerchiefs that had been knotted together. Another rope of some sort was then tied around this, and the foot of the bed, to keep them in place.
After that, she ties my left wrist to the side of the bed – the railing that’s there to stop you falling out if you roll over. It is only one scarf, but she can finish it later – she now turns her attention to the other hand. Basically, she’s deciding where exactly on the beams she wants to tie my hands, before reinforcing it with more ties. As she measures it out to her satisfaction, so that you could now draw a relatively straight line connecting my two wrists at either end of the line with both ears at thirds along it, she now starts to tie a scarf round the right hand.
I am getting rather hot and bothered. The cushion is basically reflecting my breath back into my face; there is an admittedly pretty girl tying me to her bed, and she just happens to have sat over my groin, and her small but considerable weight is pressing down…
At least what I hear is reassuring. She has decided what she is going to do to me; given she could technically do anything. We agreed she could use her imagination, as that was the only real way to test my trust. But Gill often lacks imagination. She was simply going to sit and watch me squirm to get out. She expected me to get out myself – if I couldn’t I’d be there right up until it was time to leave.
Now I can feel something else being wrapped around my right wrist – the tier for one of her dressing gowns. This is one of the best bonds she has; scarves are quite slippy and you might be able to wriggle free given time. But that cord is not smooth; it is made of a thick, warm material, which means friction on the skin. It won’t slide off. She uses a third tie as well; and the second and third have been wrapped down my forearm as well as round my wrist and the beam, so now my elbow is in a tight sling as well. I can barely shift my right arm at all, and any movement I do get will not get me closer to escape.
At last the cushion comes off my face. “You can look to the right.” Gill says. I do. I’m not going to cheat; she has done my right arm – there’s no harm in me seeing it now. I like people to be able to trust me, even if I can’t trust them back.
But it turns out I can trust Gill. She has not taken advantage of the situation at all. It was about now that she even noticed where she was sitting, and rose up, so that she was sitting on her knees, and not sitting on me. She had realised the discomfort she was causing and had moved without needing to be asked. Bondage rule number 1 had been kept intact.
Then Gill closed her eyes; her head drooped like she’d just been hit. She shook it, and opened her eyes. She glanced around; taking in her bearings.
Gill and Jill might have the same body, but they have different demeanours, and anyone who knows them can tell which is which. Jill had realised that she was on her bed, and then she looked down to see –
The one person she wanted tied at her mercy more than any other. “Why was Gill tying you down?” she demanded.
I knew that honesty was the best policy. “We were trying to find out if I could trust her.” I knew I had to act casual. At the same time I said this, I was slipping my left arm out of the scarf, which mercifully Gill had left quite loose. I had just finished slipping it out when –
Jill grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the pillow. “You’re not going anywhere!”

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby ducttapeboy001 » Tue Jun 29, 2010 2:27 am

Good story, but in some parts I get a little confused, having to personalities for Gill is kinda confusing.
This is your first story right ? You sure can improve.
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive

You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby Spreadeagle » Tue Jun 29, 2010 2:46 am

ducttapeboy001 wrote:Good story, but in some parts I get a little confused, having to personalities for Gill is kinda confusing.
This is your first story right ? You sure can improve.



hey boy! Dont be so mean to the dude, its his first story for goodness sake, lighten up man!

I like the story, liked were it was going. Keep it up, look forward to reading more soon, but one thing.. is it true that rae was thirteen, or was that just a typo?

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby ducttapeboy001 » Tue Jun 29, 2010 6:30 am

no offence, but I found it hard to understand it.
anyway good story
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive

You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby Games_Bond » Tue Jun 29, 2010 9:53 am

Yeah, okay, it is kinda confusing. But then, I actually had to make sense of this in real life! :wink: Considering I've left out the un-necessary complications, I was hoping you'd be able to bear with me! :)

I'll clear up the easy thing first. Rae is not thirteen, and was not at the time of this story. What I said was she could've got into bars AT THE AGE OF thirteen, which was some years ago now. She's one of those folk who look a lot more mature than they are. I, on the other hand, am annoyingly young-looking. Then again, if I keep these looks for about another 7 years, I doubt they'll annoy me so much then! :wink: So despite the fact I have a good few years on Rae, I look younger. That's OK for us, but it is annoying when you have a little sister 2 years younger than you, and everyone keeps thinking she's older! :|

Now, Gillian IS confusing. No doubt about that. Since this comment is not the story, I can afford to break it down. Here is how to think about it:
GILLIAN is the person, when you are referring to that person as a whole. ie, if you've just met her and you don't know who she is; her name is Gillian. On her passport, she is Gillian. But Gillian refers to the whole body; the whole person. If you were to say "Gillian likes apples", for example, that is only true if BOTH Gill andJill like apples. So Gillian is not really anybody at all. Gillian is a collective term for those who don't know that there are actually two different people.
GILL is sort of the good-girl of this story. She does not have a split personality; she IS one of the personalities. Jill is nothing to do with her. What Gill and Jill share are their physical bodies. They have the same heart, same lungs etc. But as you read, it is possible for one to be stronger than the other - because one knows more about how to use her muscles than the other. They can think, and do what they like. The only thing that restricts them is that only one of them can be "in control" at one time. If the other one is "out", doing whatever the body does, speaking to people; being the public face of Gillian etc, the other is in the back of the mind, minding her own business (she can see and hear what is going on if she wants to).
You can think of them as light and dark, or some other sort of polarisation if it helps. Or maybe, think of them as a pair of siamese twins that have to share every single organ and limb, rather than just one or two of them. Whatever helps you understand. The reason I chose Gill and Jill was, since you will all be READING the story, rather than listening, you will be able to tell the difference, because although phonetically the same, one begins with G and one J. I will be able to tell you in the story which one is which.
The mistake often made is to think of Gill and Jill as the same person, as if they are just two different versions of Gillian. That will not help at all. They are two distinct, different human beings, just like you or me. The only difference is, WE don't have to share our head with anyone else.
Yes; it is confusing. But we all had to get used to it! And it is tricky. I mean, imagine one likes you and one doesn't. (This has actually happened a lot; they are two different types of people so they make different types of friends; so often Jill does not like Gill's friend). When the big fall-out with Rae happened, it was Jill that said she hated Rae; Gill maintained she had no opinion on the matter and would be perfectly polite to Rae. (You can maybe see why I could trust Gill but not Jill).

I MIGHT have been better to be economical with the truth and have just written them as two different people, and said that for some reason Gill decided to leave the room and then in came Jill. At least people would've had no problem understanding that. But I'm stuck with it now, since there have been over three hundred views :P

Phew; glad I managed to get all that written down.

Other thing: Sorry about the formatting. I wrote this all in MS Word and didn't know it would look like it did when I copied it in. These things come with experience. Also, the preamble. Given that people were still confused I think that justifies it. The next chapter won't require such a build-up because I have already done the work of introducing the people involved.

Any other questions?

Will I post Chapter 2 after all of this? Yes; if - and only if - there is enough demand. I'm hoping there's enough of you wondering: "How's he gonna get out of this one?" It really was an unorthodox method and I doubt anybody will be able to guess it. But then, that's the whole idea of a cliffhanger I suppose. And no more confusion! If you understood the first part, you'll understand everything I'll ever write. If you didn't - well, there's still time. If anyone thinks that they would probably like this story if only they could get their head round it, they can always message me and ask for help. The problem for me is: I understood this a long time ago, which makes it difficult to explain to anyone else. It is hard to cast my mind back a few years and work out how I figured it out then, but I've done my best.

Failing all that, just go with it! Leave the complicated bits to someone else and enjoy the rest! :wink:

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby TieMeUp » Thu Jul 01, 2010 6:55 am

This story Is actually amazing so far!

The whole Gill + Jill idea makes it really unique and I really want to see where this is going :D

PLEASE release part 2, or I'll shoot a puppy ;)
Tie Me Up if you want, but once I escape, you'd better watch your back 3:D

Feel free to chat anytime, just PM me :D

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby canuck100 » Thu Jul 01, 2010 8:21 am

I really like your story so far

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Jul 01, 2010 6:31 pm

This is fascinating! This story actually challenges me to think about it, and the two personalities jekyl-hyde with Gillian is the work of someone well beyond their years. Bravo!

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby Games_Bond » Fri Jul 02, 2010 5:25 am

Just an update: I am currently in the process of writing Chapter 2 :)

Of course, I could always use more demands of its imminent appearance to help it along - any author responds to demand the larger it gets. I just thought I should post this update to save an innocent puppy's life :wink:

Thank you to all of you who have posted positive comments so far (that includes ducttapeboy001) - and also well done Scottstud94 for bringing in the Jeckyl/Hyde comparison - I've compared Gill and Jill like that in the past and it might've helped if I'd done that here.

I'll be back! :mrgreen:

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby ducttapeboy001 » Fri Jul 02, 2010 6:34 am

looking forward to chap 2
btw whats with the puppy's life ???
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive

You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby TieMeUp » Fri Jul 02, 2010 6:42 am

ducttapeboy001 wrote:looking forward to chap 2
btw whats with the puppy's life ???


I said if he didn't post part 2, I'd shoot an innocent puppy ;)
Tie Me Up if you want, but once I escape, you'd better watch your back 3:D

Feel free to chat anytime, just PM me :D

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby Games_Bond » Mon Jul 05, 2010 2:24 pm

Part 2

Final check: Jill is completely oblivious. She’s happy; singing her favourite song within her own mind. She doesn’t even know he is here. She must not know he is here. When I tie him down, if she finds out, she’ll want out. She’ll want him. Situation has been checked. Energy levels: high. Potential to block Jill from taking control: Maximum. Okay; it is safe to tie him down.
“Get on the bed.”
“Okay.”
Good. We’ve been here before. He knows what’s coming. I’ve got the cushion. He’s lying down obediently. Oh; it’s great to see him like that… But no; task in hand. Oh, I wish I was the one that was being tied down instead… I can ask for that later. Heck, I can beg for that later. First, he has to know he can trust me.
Right; let’s get those feet tied; that’s an easy start. Wait a minute- cushion! Don’t let him see! There, done. Come on; you’ve tied his ankles before; you know how its done… Don’t fumble; stupid Gill – it is important to tie him really well.
I don’t know what to do. He needs to trust me. I need ideas; but I don’t have any. All I can do is tie him up so that he can’t escape. He’ll need to trust me to let me put him there. He’ll need my help to get out. I could do one of my special knots…
Hehe, the elastic is still there. Oh, the memories. Pity I can’t use that today. There is no way he’d get out of that. But oh well; circumstances dictate…
Er… let’s start with – is that the right arm or the left? I don’t know; it doesn’t matter – let’s start with that one. He’s not peeking is he? No; he’s got to trust me. That’s the point. Right; so; I’ll start with a scarf around there.
Better check on Jill. Yup; she still doesn’t know what’s going on. With any luck, I’ll have him tied and untied again before she even knows he’s here. Right; tuck in that scarf. That’ll do for now. As long as he doesn’t try and get out of that, it can hold him there until I do the other one.
Now, what do I do with this one? Line it up; that’s right… Okay; we’ll start with another scarf. But let’s do that one tighter. We’ll do this one properly. I can finish this entire arm before I go back for the other one. Okay; that first bit is done. Now, where’s – aha, there it is.
Oh, I do hope he likes this. Right now, I don’t know if he even likes me. I hope he can trust me; I hope this clears it up. Oh; he’s so… good; lying right there. And I’m getting to tie him! But no! I can resist; I can control myself. If I can’t, then he was wrong to trust me; if I can’t, then I’m no better than Jill.
That cord is really good; at least if he manages to get out of this it will take him some time. Hmmm… it looks like his arm is just hanging there; that’ll be uncomfortable – wait! I can do something about that. Where’s that handkerchief? Dum de doo… lal la la… Hey wait! Have I been talking? Oh; it’s okay; it was just me – and I was telling him nothing; nothing that’ll scare him anyway.
I don’t want him to be scared of me.
Okay; good. That’s done. Hmmm; it looks quite tight – I wish Sarah was here so she could check his circulation. Now I can – wait a minute; is his breathing heavier? Well, no wonder; that cushion is still on his face! No wonder – let’s get that off of him – he can look to the – what direction is that? I’ll guess right. “You can look to the right.”
Hey – where am I sitting? Ouch; I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable. Okay; I just need to shift. There; that’ll do it. That’ll be easier for him to take. Now all I have to do is-
Eh?
Me?
Okay? What the hell just happened?

Hello folks. Given the confusion of Chapter 1 I thought it might help if you could see things from one of the personalities’ point of view. Obviously I don’t know what Gill’s exact thought process was. But heck, I can take an educated guess, and it would be more accurate than guessing a train of thought going through Jill’s mind.
The thing is, that at the time we’ve now reached in both Gill’s and my point of view, something happened that knocked Gill out of being in control; something she wasn’t expecting. As you’ve just read, she was blocking Jill, who didn’t even know I was there – until she got the chance to take over, for reasons that neither I nor Gill knew.
Now Jill had me. She had arisen from her music party in the back of her mind and was concentrating fully on me. She sat back down again. She saw that Gill had been in the process of tying me up, and she demanded to know why.
In this situation, I knew I might have to pick my words very carefully. “We were seeing if I could trust Gill to tie me up.” I answered, deciding honesty was the best policy. Jill simply nodded curtly at this information; as if to say she understood completely, and the next second began tying my left wrist.
I thought of challenging her. Demanding to know what she was doing. But would that serve any useful purpose? Maybe I was better off spending this time I had to try and figure out a way out of this. Jill wasn’t brilliant at tying up – but Gill had done most of it for her. All she had to do was add in the finishing touches. And it was not good to be at her mercy. I needed a plan of escape – fast. Of course, no sooner had I worked out what the best chance of getting out of this was than it actually happened.
Gillian (as in Gillian) shook her head. There was some sort of exhalation, and at the same time I was breathing a sigh of relief. I knew exactly what had happened at this point – Gill had retaken control.
Gill is not stupid. She wouldn’t have tied me down in the first place if she hadn’t expected to see it through to the end by herself without interruption. Had she been feeling tired or ill at all she would not have risked giving Jill control. Mentally, Gill is generally stronger than Jill. That means, if Gill wants to be the person that’s “out”, then she will be. She only tied me on this day because she fully expected to be the only one of the pair I’d be seeing. Something unexpected had happened.
“I don’t know what happened.” Gill said. “I’m not low on energy or anything. That shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry. She didn’t – do anything, did she?” On saying this, Gill realised that she was sitting on me again, as Jill had obviously moved there. Luckily, at that point, she hadn’t quite sat on the uncomfortable spot on my groin.
“No.” I replied, as Gill clambered off me, and breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s not to say she wouldn’t have done had she got a proper chance.”
Gill nodded fretfully. “We can do this another time.” she said. “I can’t have you like this in case whatever happened happens again.” I nodded my agreement as she turned her attention to the ties on my right arm. Meanwhile, I flexed my left wrist, testing the scarf there. I wondered if I could get it out before Gill managed to untie my right arm.
Then Gillian’s head drooped. She opened her eyes, and looked around.
Bleep.
Jill took in her bearings a lot quicker this time; and this time she was slightly haughty to boot. The fact she had almost had her chance swiped from her, and the fact that Gill and I had obviously tried not to give her a second chance, irritated her. She noticed that she was now kneeling on my right hand side, beside the ties on my right arm, and immediately and deliberately straddled me again, grabbing my left wrist at the same time.
Unlike Gill, who had been sitting there for convenience when tying me up, Jill knew exactly what she was doing. She took a few seconds shuffling into the exact position, making sure that I knew that she knew what she was doing. Her crotch was now right over mine; pressing down firmly. The whole area was covered by her skirt; shielding from view the fact that underneath, my trousers were being pressed against her knickers…
You know from Part 1 what Gillian was wearing. I had dressed carefully; my trousers were loose, corded grey tracksuit bottoms. I would’ve had just a normal T-shirt with some design or other; invent your own. But I sure was glad I’d those trousers. I dread to think what would’ve happened in a tight pair.
She swooped down; her torso hovering over mine; her face appearing just an inch from mine. Her teeth showed in a playful grin. She giggled. She was enjoying my discomfort. This was not a good sign.
Now, she started tying my left wrist again. This time she was quicker, getting to the stage where she cinched it tight almost twice as fast. The tie-up was nowhere near complete. Left on my own, I could maybe get out of this in twenty minutes or so. Jill had not noticed the work Gill had begun on my right arm. It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t quite as bad as it had been. But I wasn’t going to be left alone.
“What are you doing?” I asked. The meaning behind this was: I know why Gill was tying me up. She had my permission. What exactly do you think YOU’RE doing?
“I want to see if you can trust me to tie you up.” Jill said. And that was that. I couldn’t refuse. Intimating that I couldn’t trust her would be a dangerous move now. I had to go along with this. But there was hope. If I was supposed to trust her to tie me up, then she could not abuse that trust, otherwise I’d be “right” not to trust her. Still, I wasn’t leaving that to chance.
What assets did I have? Was there anything in my favour? What could I do, and what couldn’t I do? And what was she doing?
Jill had not bothered to tie some of the securer ties. She didn’t need to. She was there to supervise me, and if I made any attempt to escape, she would punish me for it. She had lain down and put her arm around me, holding me close. She was hugging me. Well, that was a lot better than what it might have been.
But that was no reason to rest on my laurels. The first time Jill had got out, Gill had retaken control rather quickly. The time in which she had come back last time had elapsed. I needed to know what the chances of her rescuing me were. “What happened to Gill?” I asked.
Jill’s head rose and she flashed her teeth at me. “Don’t care.” she stated, and replaced her head on the pillow next to my neck. I knew this was a very dangerous answer. I knew the full implications. She really didn’t care about Gill. If Gill was dying right now, Jill wouldn’t care. She had me at her mercy, and that was all that mattered to her. After a few moments, her head nestled further into the pillow as she happily added: "Her energy is low. She’s too weak to come out.”
Great, now I had Gill to worry about as well. She is normally very good with knowing her energy levels. How could she have lost so much so soon? Well, the way Jill was acting, there was one possible answer, which I hoped it wasn’t. Or maybe I did, for sake of it not being anything worse. That possible answer was: Jill had stolen it. But if that was true, Jill was a LOT stronger than we had taken her to be. It would mean that Gill would not have any hope whatsoever of getting out, and I was on my own. Well, that was obvious anyway.
Come on, think! You know Jill; you know how she thinks! And she had inadvertently given me an idea. I knew what my next play was; executing it would be tricky. Gill was out of the question; but I didn’t need her out as much as I needed Jill in. Or to put it another way; I wasn’t going to get Gill’s help, but I needed Jill incapacitated.
Now I defy any guy to say he has so much experience with girls he knows all about them. But I had enough experience to know what I am darn good at. And I hadn’t gotten to know Gillian (both Gill and Jill) very well without gaining certain useful information. What I knew was that Jill, in particular, was very susceptible to fainting – if you knew how to pull the right strings; push the right buttons. (Unfortunately guys, this technique will not work on all girls. I don’t think. I haven’t exactly been flooded with volunteers to experiment with). She wouldn’t be expecting to be subjected to a faint-by-tickle attack. And I could certainly do that – hang on; I feel there’s a problem here somewhere; I can’t quite put my finger on it… oh yeah; that’s it: My ever-so-useful hands were tied to the flipping bed, which seems like a pretty bulletproof reason to not be expecting such an attack to me. But hey, at least I had the element of surprise.
I took it. In one, sudden, unexpected move, I shifted my position – closer to Jill. This was a girl that had in the past been unable to hug me because she’d faint – it was also a problem she’d had with her boyfriend. She had obviously thought she could deal with that now, but the emotional overload of having me in this position, then combined with the surprise move of me snuggling up to her, of my own free will – that was too much to take. She was down.
I didn’t know whether I had ten seconds or ten minutes, but work began immediately on escaping. I worked on both arms at once; testing the ropes; flexing them back and forth; trying to loosen the ropes. The scarf around my left arm felt like it would give to a little persuasion. That meant it didn’t really matter about the right arm; although obviously the looser I could get the ropes around it by the time my left arm came over to help, the better.
But it turned out I had only ten seconds – quite literally. She was never usually unconscious for long and today she was clearly particularly strong. So that was two possible escapes, and all I had succeeded in doing was irritating Jill.
Now I was watching Jill’s reaction very closely. I was running out of ideas. If it looked like she’d actually be nice, I’d maybe be better of trying to ride this out rather than antagonise her further.
But I hadn’t given up on the whole fainting idea. We were still in very close proximity. I shifted again, and our cheeks made the lightest of contact. Jill shuddered and she went down again. This time, I knew that I had very little time. I quite violently rocked and tried to gain some purchase on the ties binding me to the bed. I needed to be able to slip out of these fast. It was working a little bit on the left, but my right arm was staying where it was. I had got a little bit closer to escape, but not enough to be significant. I did, however, have a plan. It was desperate, but this was a pretty desperate situation.
Jill was already coming round, as I knew she would. She was too strong and she had a mentally strong reason for being awake. I had got nowhere with the ties – yet. One more attack on our proximity and she would be out again. This was going to be a gradual process, but one I was willing to go through. So, once more, I managed to get her to crash out, but this time, she was expecting it.
Finally, the scarf around my left wrist was loosening. But it took a few violent tugs to get anywhere with it – and Jill slipped. She half-rolled so that she was on her side, and a few inches from me. Now I only had a matter of seconds to really get somewhere with this. She was stirring… My left wrist had half-loosened the scarf; my right arm could slide along the beam, but it would take the ties with it and do nothing to get out. And she was up, and as soon as she could, her right hand dropped onto my neck and began to squeeze.
That put an end to my struggles. If I had to lie there and take what she was going to do to me just to be allowed to breathe, then I really didn’t have a choice. She made sure she was in position before she let go of my neck. Sitting exactly where she had been a moment before. After that, she turned her attention to my wrists. The left wrist was obviously loosely tied. She didn’t waste any time on that. Once she had it secured (and boy, had she secured it), she gave me another sly grin and said teasingly: “You tried to escape.”
I gave her a look that plainly meant: So?
The answer came to me in a sing-song style; a sort of “I’m the King of the Castle” line – except the words were: “You need to be punished.”
She looked at my right wrist now, and unfortunately realised it wasn’t quite where she left it; the ties were not quite to her satisfaction. She began redoing some of the knots, and pulling them tighter. I could already feel a slight throbbing sensation in my left hand which meant the blood was having trouble circulating there. I knew my right hand was headed for the same treatment. Where was Sarah when you needed her?
“You’re tying them too tight.” I told her.
This complaint caused me to see that grin again. “Don’t care.” she stated. “You shouldn’t have tried to escape.”
“What did you expect me to do?” I challenged.
“To trust me.” she said softly, finishing the ties on my right wrist and turning to face me again. She looked down at me with a pitiful look of longing, and her fingers intruded under my T-shirt, stepping across the skin one finger at a time. Gently, she lifted the T-shirt, and folded it up towards my chest, revealing more skin.
The ties on my right hand were too tight, too. Blood was having trouble getting there. But there was a certain other part of my anatomy that blood wasn’t having much difficulty getting to…
Her fingers had stopped crawling over my skin and now her hands were sliding instead. They were intruding even further up, into my chest area and round the sides. I knew what this was – foreplay. I had maybe a few minutes until the most harrowing experience of my life – or worse.
My hands told me they needed blood. Oxygen was hard to come by. It was making my entire system feel queasy – or maybe that was just the sick feeling the situation as a whole was giving me. I had fought for my freedom and this was the result. My head flopped on the pillow as she sat triumphantly, knowing she had conquered me.
I was defeated.

The End?

Well, that’s up to you. It doesn’t have to end this way. You’ve heard from me; I’m here; I survived. I am (physically and emotionally) still in one piece. I know what happened next. This particular tie-up is almost at its end but I can post a chapter including my Games_Bond style (not to be confused with James Bond style) escape if you like. It would also include the price I paid for that escape, and just a little bit of revenge. Otherwise, it really is the end; what happened next will remain private and I can start thinking about my second story…

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby ducttapeboy001 » Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:32 am

oh you survived, good now we can have chap 3
btw I think I understood this better than before

looking forward to the continuation
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive

You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby TieMeUp » Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:03 am

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Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby ducttapeboy001 » Wed Jul 07, 2010 5:40 am

or I'll shoot an innocent Bunny.
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive

You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

Re: The First Rule of Bondage (F/M)

Postby Games_Bond » Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:24 am

Part 3

Okay, so I was defeated. Physically, I was defeated. Jill is stronger than me at the best of times, and I was tied down with her on top of me, and not able to sense coherently with certain parts of my body starved of oxygen. But if I could get over the queasy psychological hammer blow that was hitting on me, and use some rationale, there might be another way out of this.
There was one last idea available to me. There is a mistake Jill always makes when she ties me down. It doesn’t provide me with a foolproof way of escape, but it gives me a chance. It gives me hope.
Perhaps you have guessed the mistake. I know full well there are people on this site who would never be guilty of such carelessness. Has anyone seen the end of the Doctor Who episode “The Time of Angels”? If not, go on YouTube and search “one thing you never put in a trap”. Because a similar speech applies here. If you’re tying me up, there’s one thing you do if you’re smart… and so on, and so forth. And Jill fails to do it every time.
Gill has actually recognised the need for it to be done. She knows there is only one way she could tie me down to be helpless; one way that I will really be at her mercy. She doesn’t do it either, but then, that’s because she doesn’t want me to be 100% at her mercy. Jill did, and she thought she had, but she had forgotten one thing.
She never gags me.
That meant there was still a possible way out – the power of persuasion. And I wasn’t leaving it a moment longer. Her hands had not got too adventurous yet; but she would get bolder with every passing minute.
“I need the toilet.”
This was true. I wasn’t exactly bursting; in normal circumstances I could’ve held out a good while longer. But for one thing, these were not normal circumstances, and for another, I was worried about what else might happen in the “downstairs” area. If Jill sensed anything going on down there, she might very well take that as encouragement.
Jill glowered at me; letting me know this was most inconvenient. She gave an exasperated sigh. “Do you really?” she asked, bringing her face close to mine, stroking my hair.
“Yes.”
“But I was enjoying tying you up!” she moaned.
“Sorry; it just happens that way sometimes.”
She looked down at me; deciding my fate. “But – but I have you – and you won’t be here again – I don’t want to let you go!”
“Do you want to clean the mess off of your bed sheets if you don’t?”
“My Mum will do that.” she said dismissively.
“Okay; if you want to tell your Mum you let your bed get wet because you wouldn’t let me go to the toilet…”
That finally did it. Jill had no more arguments. Now, if she was going to keep me tied here, it was against her better judgement and she knew it. But, she still didn’t want to give away her advantage over me so easily. “If I’m going to do this for you, then you’re going to have to do something for me.” she teased.
“What is it?”
She flopped down and hugged me again. “I haven’t thought of that yet.” I let her lie there a few more moments, but when her hands started wandering again I knew it was time to speak again.
“I wouldn’t want to rush you or anything…” I said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, are you desperate?”
“Let’s just say I’m not willing to stick around to find out.”
Jill frowned. “Hmm. Okay; I’ll let you go, but you have to…” She paused. “I want to tie you up again.”
“There must be something you want more than that.” I prompted. I knew that Jill generally favoured being submissive. It was just because she was really having issues getting over me and that she had a chance that she was being like this.
“Not right now.” she shook her head. “I want to tie you up.”
“Is that your final answer?”
She slumped again, and went into another think. She evidently reached a conclusion; she rose up again and let her fingers drum on my belly again. “All right; I’ll untie you. But this is the price you pay: You must tie Gill up.”
“Okay; agreed.”
“Wait; there’s more.”
“What do you mean there’s more? Hurry it up, will you? I agreed to tie Gill up; a deal’s a deal!”
“Gill likes that anyway.” she smiled. “You have to do something more.”
“Would you let me out already; we can discuss the details later.” This, I felt, was a good cop-out. I was agreeing to discuss the details of what she wanted, but there’d be no obligation to do whatever she wanted.
“You will tie her down.” Jill stated bluntly; matter-of-factly. “You will do it as well as you possibly can. And then…” she leaned in, and told me what it was she wanted me to do.
I said nothing.
Jill’s tone became harsh and commanding. One of her hands slid up the middle of my chest; ominously close to my neck. The fingers from her other hand tapped on my right side. She was ready to resume what she had been doing, with a vengeance. “Do it; promise me you will do it – and then I’ll let you go.”
I gulped. “I promise.”
Still, she wasn’t keen to let me go. She sighed, got up, and then very slowly began undoing the ropes. She started on the left hand, which was the one that needed the least help. But owing to her own apparent lack of dexterity, she gave up on it a few moments later and started on the right hand.
Everything was fine. She had agreed to untie me. I was relaxing. Within a minute, my arms were free. I sat up on the bed, and tried to shift my position a bit ready for the next part.
Our eyes met. Hers narrowed. “You said you needed to go; so go!” I didn’t miss the strong trace of accusation in her voice. Part of her was suspecting I was making it up, but, as I immediately pointed out to her, my feet were still tied and that was why I had not yet left the bed. “Oh.” she said, realising her stupidity, and immediately began untying the feet.
One minute later, I had escaped to the bathroom. The relative, temporary safety of the bathroom. I did what I had to do, but I took my time about it. I was in no rush to go back and see Gillian – Gill or Jill.
But I couldn’t drag it out forever. Eventually, it was time to go back. I had used my time of freedom well; I had assessed my options. I could make a run for it. I could have just headed down the stairs, put on my shoes and left. But that wouldn’t work. In the unlikely event that Jill did not manage to chase me down, drag me back to her room and then punish me severely, I would be leaving my wallet and my phone in her room. No thank you. Her parents would also want to know why I did such a runner; especially since they were inevitably going to give me a lift home; roughly 5 miles away, and mostly uphill.
No; trying any stunt like that would be stupid. I was going to have to ride this one out. I went back into the room. But maybe I needn’t have worried. To my immense relief, Gill was sitting on her rug in the middle of the floor. I was able to tell it was Gill within about two seconds of entering the room. She had regained control, and more importantly, she didn’t know about the promise I had made. I didn’t really want to carry it out.
Now, one thing you should know about me. I’m a guy of my word. I say what I mean, mean what I say, and would only ever lie in very select circumstances that I judge warrant advisability to lie. For example, if there’s an axe murderer looking for your friend, do you tell him where your friend lives? No – you give him an address that doesn’t even exist (or perhaps the address of a police station). For a less extreme example, I might lie to my friend if I was telling them I had no plans for his/her birthday but was actually arranging a surprise party – you kind of have to. But on the whole, you can trust what I say. Which means, if I make a promise, I keep it. I don’t make promises I don’t absolutely intend to keep. However, on this promise, I had not said WHEN I intended to keep it – there was no time limit. I was still a little shaken from my run-in with Jill and was happy to see out the rest of my time at Gillian’s house with idle chatter. I could tie Gill up some other time.
However, we had been talking for less than a few minutes when Gill frowned, receiving a message from Jill. She told me: “Gill says keep your promise.”
I nodded. “Tell her I will.”
That satisfied Jill for only a couple more minutes. Then, as I was still chatting to Gill, the body Gillian suddenly leapt forward and pinned me down. I had been sitting with my back to the bean bag, and I fell backwards into it. Jill was on top; straddling me; my arms pinned by hers. She was being very forceful.
Then, my hands were moved so that they were crossing each other, and she pinned them both with one hand. With her free hand, she started loosening the cords on my trousers, ready to pull them down.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“You’re not keeping your promise, so I’m doing the alternative!” Jill stated bluntly.
“I just told you I would!”
“You weren’t doing it!”
“Well not right now! Gill is weak! She’s just been hit by I don’t-know-what, and all you care about is my promise! I didn’t put a time limit on that; I said I’d do it, and I will, now let me up!”
Jill considered this. “I meant now. Do it now, or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
“Okay; okay!”
Jill allowed Gill back out. Gill was very surprised to come out to find me pinned down. It wasn’t really noticeable that Jill had had a go at my trousers; they were corded trousers and so hadn’t been pulled down yet. Had they come with a button and zip instead, there’d have been something to notice. Immediately on seeing me, with her in this position, she hugged me.
But I knew Gill was only out because Jill was allowing it; I had to keep my word. Gill asked me why Jill had been on top of me, and I told her: It was to make sure that I would carry out my promise.
I told her to get up on the bed, and she obeyed. She shuffled up to the far end to allow me to climb up the ladder and join her. All the ties were still there. I told her to lie down and she did, with some amount of trepidation. I might add, this trepidation was due to Jill. The first rule of bondage was intact in that Gill trusted me. But she knew that what I was doing, I was doing on Jill’s demand, and that was cause for alarm.
I straddled her, and began the work of tying her. That really is work. Gill LOVES to be tied up. She loves the challenge of escape. And if she’s ever tied up so well that she can’t escape – that’s the pinnacle for her. That’s what she wants. When we were all friends, and I would be at Gillian’s on average more than once a week, she always asked me to tie her up. Now, I am pretty hopeless at tying. I prefer to be the submissive one, and although I have some experience and some skill, I’m not brilliant at it. The world is not exactly full of Gills, willingly volunteering to give me a chance to practice. In all my life I have only tied up Kay, Reggie, Jess, Manny, Mary, Sarah, Gillian and of course Rae. Out of them, only the latter two have regularly asked me to tie them up; a couple more on the odd occasion and some of them I was only helping tie up; not the main captor. Nowadays I hardly get the chance to see Rae at all (very frustrating!) and I haven’t seen Gillian in months, so I don’t really have a lot of chance to refine my technique. Nor do I expect to get a lot of chance in the near future. Wow, that little detail took quite a lot of typing. Anyway, the point is I had tied up Gill loads of times and only ONCE was she unable to escape. Gill, unlike Jill, is an expert escapist and needs to be tied equally expertly for there to be a chance. (For the record, I have never yet managed to tie Rae so she can’t escape, but I live in hope). So I knew I had my work cut out for me.
Gill was very co-operative, putting her hands where she was sure I would want them. I looked at everything I had, wondering what I could use to make this tie-up so much more effective than usual. My eyes fell on the little orange loop of elastic still inseparable from the guard rail on my right. It is just the end of what had been a very long line. It wasn’t going to come free; when Gillian had tied that she’d done way too good a job. That’s why that little bit was there and the rest of the line was still tied to the other side of the bed. (It wasn’t coming free either). Warning: Never ever let Gill tie you up with elastic; not unless you really don’t want to escape. However, I was not as good as she was; I knew that I could happily tie her intricately in that without her getting into the tangled mess that *** had once been in. So I did.
Now I apologise to those of you who want complete details of how I tied Gill up. It is way too long ago to remember exactly, and my technique leaves a lot to be desired. But to give the gist, her hands were tied separately to guard rails on either side, each with at least three scarves or ties of some description. Her ankles were done in a similar way to how she did mine. The elastic had been pulled tight, so that it could wrap around and around loads of times, and it ran anywhere and everywhere around her upper torso, preventing her from shifting herself in any direction.
Now I carried out Jill’s demand, and that REALLY got Gill worried. Tears formed in her eyes and she whimpered some inaudible sounds. Not to worry – she likes that. She’d thank me for it later. The threat of something happening was enough to get the result that Jill wanted; Gill’s imagination did the rest. I didn’t have to cross any lines or do anything I shouldn’t. But it was enough to satisfy Jill.
You see Jill doesn’t understand. Whatever Gill went through as part of my promise, she could deal with it. The reason: She knew she could trust me. She was tied up, helpless, completely at the mercy of someone who had the power to completely and utterly destroy her – but she trusted me. And trust is not something I abuse. Jill doesn’t trust very easily and we couldn’t trust her. The threat of this story and the excitement for some came when Jill had control. But Gill and I understand bondage better. We observe the rules better, for one thing. I could be tied up by Gill without having to worry and the vice-versa was certainly true. And that being the case we knew we’d observed the First Rule of Bondage.

So concludes my first story on this site. I have kept to my personal preference to post a true TUGs story before I embarked on any fictional ones. I shall have to take an enforced hiatus from this site now; I am going to be very busy over the next fortnight or so. But I shall return, and when I do, I will write some more, assuming there is the demand.
What I hope the break does give me time to do is remember and plan everything I want to write about. Having had next to no ideas about a month or so ago, I now have quite a few stories, both fiction and non-fiction, to write about. I shall be observing reviews before I take any action however; and decide whether I first write “The Second Rule of Bondage” or “Enter the Hunter” – if any at all. Those who read right the way through will have picked up clues on what is to come in the real-life instalments. “Enter the Hunter” will introduce an entirely fictional character that may, if she is lucky, become quite well known on this site.
I shall return after the eighth of August, but I will be reviewing everything that is said regardless of when it is posted. Bye for now.