## My first (real) experience (M/f)

Post by lkn4sm1lkme » Wed Aug 19, 2009 12:40 pm

Well, as this is my first post to the TUG forum, I suppose some background information is in order...
I'm a 22 year-old college student who has been interested in bondage for as long as I can remember. I can recall watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as a youngster, and thoroughly enjoying when April O'Neil would get kidnapped by the Shredder. Unfortunately, living in the extremely rural area that I did, finding anyone interested in allowing themselves to be on the receiving end of my rope was a difficult endeavor, to say the least. I recall tying up my best friend on the rare occasion that I could talk him into it, and, as I got older, I was able to bind my neighbor/friend's younger sister once or twice. But nothing special or overly-memorable.
As I progressed through middle and high school, girls became more than just strange-looking playmates, and thanks to this new-fangled thing called the "internet," I soon realized that the transformation of the female species in my eyes and my ever-present love of binding and gagging were intermingled. Unfortunately, my shyness, coupled with my complete lack of understanding of the female mind, led to me having string after string of bad luck when it came to both being in a relationship, and finding a TUG companion.
By the second half of my senior year, I had managed to convince someone that dating me wouldn't result in their own spontaneous combustion. Through our extremely brief stint, I had tried every conceivable endeavor to get her to allow me to tie her up, but she simply would not have it. Looking back, our relationship as a whole was doomed from the start. She and I just didn't "mesh" at all, and were it not for her relative young age, she probably would not have dated me at all.
In any case, I was discouraged, but not dissuaded. I graduated near the top of my class, and moved on to bigger and better things.
By this time, I had already decided what I wanted to do as a career, but, due mainly to monetary constraints, I chose to go to the local community college for at least a year before transferring to the institution of my choice. I will just go ahead and say that my aforementioned "career choice" was music. I had been singing since early middle school, and by the time I was a senior in high school, I knew where I wanted to go with life. Fortunately, I haven't changed my mind to this day, and my college career has only helped to strengthen my resolve. But, I digress...
I enrolled myself in what passed for the choir at my community college, and went through my first semester incident-free. After Christmas Break, I again enrolled in the choir.
I should point out that many people I know refer to the local community college as "the 13th grade," because so many of the local high school graduates attend there, and, as anyone who's been to a community college and has gone on to a typical 4-year institution can tell you: some of the "classes" you attend at community college can only be explained by simply referring to them as a "joke."
It is this influx of my fellow high-school graduates that inevitably resulted in some of them also enrolling in the college choir. One such graduate I shall call Stacy. Stacy and I had known each other early elementary school, as is typical for a small, rural school system, where "everybody knows your name." We weren't friends, by any means, as we had virtually nothing in common (or so I thought), and she went through school being labeled "weird," with all the connotations and ramifications as a result. I myself was not exactly "popular," but I knew that associating myself with her wouldn't help my cause, so I never even attempted communication. High school can make one extremely shallow, don't you think?
Well, I had a network of "friends" of various closeness, as does anyone. One early spring afternoon, one such friend, Ashley (who knew of my penchant for bondage, but wasn't interested in such things) and I were talking. I do not recall how the conversation shifted to bondage, but it did. Anyway, Ashley told me that she had "heard" that Stacy was into bondage.
My breath literally caught in my throat.
In high school, Stacy wasn't exactly what one would call "beautiful." However, since graduation, she had either grown more beautiful, or had simply started "caring" about her appearance. In any case, the roughly 5'6", dirty blond, green-eyed, borderline B/C cupped (of which I discovered later), flat-stomached Stacy was a lot easier on the eyes than she had been. To discover that there may be a chance of finally getting to put my childhood (and early adulthood) fantasies into action was almost too much to bear. I thanked Ashley, and immediately went to work figuring out how I could bypass my insanely annoying shyness and approach Stacy with the idea of being tied up.
I had learned early on that writing stuff down was much easier than saying it out loud. Email and IM services were a god-send. So, I decided to send her an email. I told her I had heard that she was interested in bondage, and told her I was, too. I got straight to the point, and asked her if she'd be interested in letting me tie her up. The wait after clicking "send" was nearly unbearable!
I believe I sent the email on Monday night. Choir was my last class on Mondays and Wednesdays. I didn't have any classes on Tuesday/Thursday, so I usually volunteered at my middle and high schools with the choirs there, as the choir director was perhaps the single largest influence on my life at that time. When I got home Tuesday afternoon, she hadn't replied. Nor did she reply for the remainder of the evening. I vowed to myself that I would ask her about the email the next day after choir.
When class was dismissed after choir, I caught up to her in the hallway. "Stacy," I began, "hold up, I want to ask you something." I was too nervous to even recall her expression or reaction.
She said, "Sure, what is it?"
I replied, "Did you get my email?"
"Yes."
I'm surprised I wasn't convulsing at this point. "What do you think?"
"Sounds like fun." Well, I honestly can't tell you how I managed to not crumple into a heap right then and there. But, somehow I held myself together long enough to hear her say, "I need to go to class, but I'm done after four, we can talk about it then."
I vaguely recall saying something like, "sure," or "ok," before watching her turn to leave. I couldn't believe that she had agreed to do it. After so much rejection, I was finally going to get to tie someone up. I couldn't believe my luck. I managed to contain myself, and returned to what passed for the student center, getting on my laptop to pass the time until 4 PM.
Looking back, what happened next may be seen as a bit strange. However, given the circumstances, coupled with my (and I believe her, as well) difficulties in face-to-face conversation, and also the fact that the student center was full of people, some of whom we knew, and who were more than eager to fuel the rumor machine, I stand by my actions. She came into the student center, got on her laptop, and we started conversing over MSN Instant Messenger.
I don't recall everything that was said, but I will try to give a brief synopsis. I discovered that she, like me, had had an interest in bondage for a long time. Also, like me, she hadn't had the opportunity to experience it. Of course, her desire was to be bound, whereas mine was to bind. We also discussed when and where we could do it. The "when" was easy, but there weren't many options as to the "where." We both still lived at home with our parents, and neither of us had any desire to be discovered. I finally decided that I would take her onto my grandfather's farm, which was relatively secluded, save for a row of houses in one direction within shouting distance, and offered a barn with which to hide my truck behind. So, we set a date, time, and meeting place, and I waited.
I can't tell you how embarrassed I was when I went to Lowe's and bought the rope. 100 ft of braided, 3/8 in. clothesline (I discovered much later that twisted rope is softer, easier to manipulate, and ties much better than braided. Ah, the inexperience of youth). I also stowed away a single pillowcase behind my seat, to use as a gag.
Finally, the day arrived. I pulled into the parking lot where we would meet, and I waited. And waited. And waited. For what seemed like forever. I later realized that she was only late by about 5 minutes, but, I tell you now, it felt like 50. Anyway, she arrived, locked her car, got in my truck, and off we went.
The drive took about 10 minutes. I don't recall much about the ride, other than it was a bit awkward. Of course, that's par for the course, where me and girls are concerned. Anyway, we arrived at the gate leading back to the farm. I got out, opened the gate, drove through, and shut the gate. There was an additional 5 minute drive back onto the farm, over a rough, completely dirt road carved into the side of a hill. This is the kind of road that only a fill-sized pick-up can traverse. Luckily, my '94 Chevy Silverado was more than up to the task. But, again, I digress...
We pulled into the lot next to the barn, and I shut off the truck. "Are you ready?" I remember asking.
"Go for it," she replied. I took out the rope from under my seat, and started uncoiling it. She watched patiently as I cut what I thought would be an appropriate length of rope, and I asked her to turn around with her back to me. Maneuvering around in the cab of my truck was difficult, but not impossible, and she managed to move over to the center seat, with her back to me, and her wrists crossed behind her back. I took her wrists, and repositioned them to face each other, as I had seen done (once again, on the wonderful invention known as the internet).
I must point out that I had seen quite a bit of bondage online. Unfortunately, that did not translate into my being able to affect efficient and aesthetically pleasing ties. I managed to secure her wrists in such a way that she couldn't easily get out, but it looked much different than what I had seen. I was a bit discouraged, but the sight of a beautiful girl being restrained quickly quelled any disappointment I may have felt. I tied off the tie on her wrist, and I had her reposition herself so I could tie her legs. I secured her ankles and legs above her knees in similar fashion: unattractively yet effectively.
I then had her see if she could get out. She struggled, twisting and writhing around on the seat. I must confess, it was like a dream come true. After a few minutes of struggling, she conceded that she couldn't escape. I cannot begin to explain the sincere joy I felt. I had managed to (albeit sloppily) restrain a beautiful girl so that she couldn't get out on her own. The feeling was incredible.
I watched her for a few minutes, my eyes darting from her bound legs, to her hips (which seemed to be accentuated by her legs being pressed together), to her breasts, which were naturally pushed forward because of her wrists being secured behind her back. Then I decided to add more rope. I cut a long piece, and had her turn again so her back was to me. I wrapped the rope around her chest, first above her breasts, then below them. I did this a few times, both above and below, then it tied it all together in the middle of her back. As with everything else, it was sloppy, but effective in pinning her arms to her sides and further restricting her motion.
The effect the rope had on her breasts was to make them even more pronounced, and, before I know what was happening, I was asking her, "can I touch your chest?"
"Go for it," she replied. I reached out my hand, and took her breast in it. What a wonderful feeling indeed! I had her reposition herself so she would be between my legs, with her back to me. I put my right leg up next to the back of the bench seat, and my left leg was down on the floorboard. I scooted her back so her butt was up against me. I needn't explain the reaction this caused. I reached down and got the pillowcase, taking it by opposite corners and asking her to open her mouth. She obeyed, and I slipped the middle of the pillowcase in between her teeth, and tightly tied the ends behind her neck. When I asked her how that felt, I couldn't understand her reply, it instead came out as a muffled, "mmmmfffph." Hearing this also brought me joy. To have effectively gagged her so she couldn't easily talk...I loved it.
We had agreed earlier to engage in some roleplaying, things along the lines of "kidnapped," "slavegirl," etc. I told her to pretend I had kidnapped her, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place as she began to struggle. She seemed to try a bit harder, and she was mumbling such things into her gag as "let me go!" and "you bastard!" I enjoyed her mock-struggles, and whispered in her ear such things as, "you'll never get away" and, "you're mine now." My hands explored all over her front, from just above her pants, to up over her chest. It was wonderful.
After a few minutes of that, I asked her if she needed to be let out. She nodded, and so I untied her. As she rested, an idea occurred to me. "How would you like to be tied up in the barn?" I ask.
"Go for it," she replied. She seemed to like this phrase.
In any case, we had also previously discussed the idea of a crotchrope. She seemed to like the idea, and when I brought it up again as she was resting, she agreed. I got out of the truck, walked around to the passenger side, and asked her to get out. She did, and I sat in the passenger seat sideways, facing out. I asked her if she would take her shirt off. She agreed, and pulled up her t-shirt, revealing a nondescript-looking bra, which also got removed. Underneath was a very lovely pair of what she described as "either B or C cup, she wasn't certain." I took them in my hands, and said, "most definitely C's." She laughed.
"The crotchrope will be more effective if you take off your pants," I told her. She didn't seem as eager to remove them, but after a bit of persuasion and reassurance that I wouldn't try any "funny business," she agreed. As she went for the button, I asked, "may I?" She moved her fingers away from the button, and I undid her tightly-fitting jeans, unzipping them, as well. She shimmied out of them, revealing an ordinary pair of bikini-cut panties. She was visibly shivering in the light wind of the early spring afternoon, and I pulled her in close to me, wrapping my arms around her as she faced me, rubbing her back to get her warm.
After a few moments of that, she backed away, and I asked her if she was ready. She agreed, and I cut a legnth of rope, doubled it, and wrapped it around her waist. I slid the loose ends through the loop at the other end (accidentally stumbling on the foundation of secure, aesthetic bondage), and slid it around so the loop was right below her belly button, in the center of her stomach. I pulled down, and ran the rope down between her legs, up between her butt cheeks, and to the rope around her waist in back. I tied it off there, after pulling it fairly snug. She let out a small grunt as I pulled on the rope, but didn't protest any further. I grabbed another long length of rope and hopped out of the truck. "Come with me," I said as I led her around my truck and up next to the barn. I opened the side door, and stepped inside with her.
For those of you who aren't familiar with barns, this one was used to hang tobacco in it while it dried. The architecture for such hanging required that there be tier poles (basically rafters) placed horizontally at about 4 1/2 ft. intervals across the barn, at an elevation, in this case, of about 7 to 7 1/2 ft. above the ground. The (in my case) fortunate result was that there were several very strong anchor points with which to bind her wrists up over her head. I walked her out to the center of this part of the barn, which long ago had served as a livestock pen, but which now was used only for hanging tobacco. I took the long length of rope, and tied it once around her wrists as they faced each other in front of her, securing it relatively loosely. I then wrapped the rope many many times around her wrists, then turned and went between her wrists once or twice and pulled, thereby cinching her wrists very snugly together (again stumbling on another aspect of quality bondage). I still had many feet of rope left, which was intentional. I tossed the end of the rope up over one of the tier poles, and caught it, effectively making a wench with which to pull her hands up over her head, which I did with gusto.
Once her hands were snugly up over her head, to the point that she could barely stand flat-footed on the dirt floor of the barn, I threw the rope up over again, this time crossing the last loop. Once I pulled down again, the friction of the rope against the bark on the pole prevented her from sliding the rope around from one end of the pole to the other. I found a brace nailed between two tier poles near the wall, and I ran the rope over there, tying it off well.
At this point, she was standing there, with her wrists lashed together and pulled tightly up over her head, wearing nothing but a thin pair of cotton panties and my crotchrope. One can imagine what the chilly air (even in the relative warmness of the barn) was doing to her nipples. I pulled the pillowcase out of my pocket, and she obediently opened her mouth. I gagged her again as I had done before, and walked around behind her, stepping in close and again wrapping my arms around her helplessly bound body.
"You can't escape," I whispered hotly into her ear. She immediately started to struggle, writhing around as much as her position would allow. She again mumbled cries such as, "let me go, you bastard!" and, "you'll never get away with this!" as my hands explored her body. I groped her chest in my hands, I lightly graced my fingers over her nipples. She still struggled in mock-protest, but I got the distinct feeling that she was enjoying herself.
I reached down and tugged lightly on her crotchrope. She immediately stopped struggling, and a small moan escaped her gagged lips. "Do you like that?" I whispered.
She nodded.
I pulled on it again. She moaned.
I began to pull on it and release it, pull, release, beginning to see how it affected her. I reached down behind her and untied the rope as it met with the rope around her waist behind her back. I pull down slowly, gradually tightening the rope. She moaned and squirmed in her bondage. I pulled it a good deal tighter than it was before, and I tied it off again. This time when I reached around and tugged, her knees buckled. Were it not for my arms wrapped around her, all her weight would have been on her wrists. I realized that I'd really made things...interesting...for her, so I began tugging and releasing the rope again.
Needless to say, it felt good for her.
After much tugging, it felt *really* good for her.
After that, while she was still trying to recover her breathing, she mumbled something that sounded like, "I need to be let out," so I untied her, and she collapsed into my arms for a moment, before regaining herself. She ungagged herself, and we walked back out to my truck.
She was visibly cold, so she put her pants, bra, and shirt back on. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," she said, nodding with a smile. After a brief recovery time, she told me that she needed to go, so I stowed away the rope and pillowcase behind my seat, and started my truck, driving off the farm and back to her car, where we parted ways.
Unfortunately, circumstances prevented us from playing again, and she moved away. I haven't seen her in several years.
That's my first true bondage experience. Luckily for me (and the reader, when I decide to post more), it was not my last.

### Re: My first (real) experience (M/f)

Post by canuck100 » Wed Aug 19, 2009 6:44 pm

Welcome to the board!
Great way to introduce yourself. Excellent story! Looking forward to reading about your other bondage experiences.

### Re: My first (real) experience (M/f)

Post by whatever747747 » Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:59 pm

To be honest, I liked this story so much that "excellent" seems an understatement.

### Re: My first (real) experience (M/f)

Post by bondagefan » Thu Aug 20, 2009 1:02 am

Can't wait to read more of your exploits.

### Re: My first (real) experience (M/f)

Post by lkn4sm1lkme » Sat Aug 22, 2009 6:43 pm

Thank you all very much for your comments!
Unless something comes up, I'm going now to post another thread.

### Re: My first (real) experience (M/f)

Post by burner59 » Thu Sep 13, 2012 4:30 pm

It is pretty good, but some parts I could not find true, but it is sad that she moved away.
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