Handcuffs for a naughty teenage girl

Postby charlie » Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:41 am

Here's another growing up story from a friend of mine. Names are changed but she promises this is true as best as she can remember it. It is kind of long and it starts out slow, but I thought it was a great story (I wish I had been there on that spring day!). -- Charlie

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Hi, my name is Gina and this is a true story that happened about 40 years ago. I still look back on it fondly but also with a guilty feeling. I should warn you up front that we were really much too young to be doing this, especially the boys, and my story does involve some mild sexual touching between me and my little brother. If this sort of thing really offends you it would be best if you didn't read this. I know these days this kind of thing might cause serious legal troubles, but where I grew up the police were not interested if everything was consensual (it was) and the age difference was less than 4 years (it was). They especially looked the other way if the girl was older than the boy (a cultural double standard in my favor). Of course if we had gotten caught our parents would have beaten the hell out of us and grounded us for months. All that said, time to get on with the story.

I'll start by telling about myself. I was a tomboy and also a late bloomer in every way. Far into my teens I greatly preferred running around and roughhousing with my little brother and his friends to being with the girls my age and going along with their crowd.

I was the last girl in my class to have my first period, and I was the last girl to develop breasts. Our family doctor told my mom and me that I was perfectly healthy and just way out on the normal range of things. Sometimes it felt weird to be different; like I was a little girl among young women but I mostly didn't worry about it. It all changed the summer after I turned 14. As the months went by I watched my nipples puff out, and then grow into cones, and the cones filled out into the rounded shape of a women. I had sort of mixed feelings; in some ways I was still a tomboy at heart and this felt weird, but I was also secretly very proud of my new curves and my womanly shape.

I grew up in a Catholic family in a mostly Catholic town. We went to public schools but we went to Sunday morning classes called "C.C.D." where we got indoctrinated with all the usual Catholic things. In particular I remember the Catholic sex education, which I can pretty much summarize as: Whatever you do, don't to "it", we can't even talk about what "it" is, and you should always feel guilty and be ashamed of your body.

I had one really big secret. I was absolutely fascinated with ropes and handcuffs and restraints of every kind. I have no idea how that started, but every time I saw someone tied up in the movies, I was completely transfixed. I remember seeing that episode of the "To Tell the Truth" game show where the mystery guest was an escape artist who was all strapped up with heavy leather belts, one of the imposters was all tied up with lots and lots of ropes, and the other imposter was buckled up in a tight straightjacket. I imagined myself in each of those restraints, and wondered how it would feel to be all tied up and helpless like that.

My parents and my brother and I all liked to watch police shows. My favorite part was always when they put the suspect in handcuffs. I especially liked it when it was a women getting cuffed. I was so naughtily curious but I didn't dare tell anyone. I also had another thought on this: although it would be terrible for a girl to do "it" with a boy, if she was handcuffed or tied up nice and tight so she was helpless and couldn't stop him, then it wouldn't be her fault.

The story I am about to tell wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for my little brother Tony. He's three and a half years younger than me, but the way the birthdays fell he was actually four grades behind me in school. Despite our age difference, we were pretty close; because of my small size and late development, nobody who didn't know us would have thought I was that much older. I loved to run and play and also roughhouse and have spectacular tickle fights with Tony. Sometimes we'd wrestle each other and when the loser got pinned down, the winner would tickle them like crazy. We'd adjust the rules so that we each won about half the time; we had so much fun.

The year I was in ninth grade a third person entered our play and our tickle fights. Nick was a new kid in the neighborhood, and he was absolutely the cutest boy I had ever seen in my life. He was only a couple of weeks older than Tony, but as much as I was a late bloomer, Nick was early. He had grown tall, his voice had deepened, and he had absolutely gorgeous olive skin and black hair. I had a terrible crush on Nick. The great thing was that he liked me too.

We started having three way tickle fights, and the boys would gang up on me and get me pinned down. I loved it. They were really sweet and they always made sure it was fun for me; they never hurt me. One time they got me down on my back and Tony was above my head pinning my wrists down while Nick straddled my hips and sat down on me so I couldn't move an inch. Then to my surprise Nick actually pulled my shirt up a couple of inches above my belly button and tickled me all over my bare tummy. I was so turned on. After they let me out Nick hugged me and he gave me a kiss and told me I was cute and that he really liked me. My crush on Nick got about a hundred times stronger.

I don't exactly remember when, but sometime that year I had let on to Tony my fascination with seeing people tied up or handcuffed on TV or in the movies. Tony might have been a little surprised at first, but then he got a grin on his face and looked me right in the eye and he said "Gina, you really want to feel what it is like to be all tied up, don't you." I couldn't get words out to answer him but I turned so bright red and I could feel my face all warm. I begged him not to tell anybody and he promised he wouldn't. At least for a while, I guess Tony kept his promise.

As my 9th grade year went on, Tony and Nick and I kept playing together, roughhousing together, and having our wrestling matches and tickle fights. As the year went on, the attraction between Nick and I kept growing stronger and stronger. Now whenever the wrestling match was between Nick and me, the "loser" would always end up flat on their back and the winner would lie full body flat on top of them, like a horizontal "slow dance". Tony didn't seem to mind at all that his best friend and his big sister were getting so cozy together. We gave him enough attention too; Nick would hold him down while I tickled him and he really liked it.

We got the sense that some of this wasn't a good idea in public, so we found was we called our "special place". There were some fairly dense woods behind our house, with a couple of paths that we usually took as a shortcut to school. Well off the main path we had found a beautiful clearing surrounded by pine trees, the kind with the really long, soft needles. We had used our wagon to haul a few old cinder blocks and a couple of boards back there to make benches we could sit on. Sometimes just Nick and I would sneak back there so we could kiss in private.

The really special thing happened late in the school year. Tony and Nick had fall birthdays so they were about eleven and a half, but I turned fifteen in the spring, and Nick and Tony teased me for a week ahead of time that they would have a special birthday present for me but it was a big secret.

My birthday fell on a teacher "in service" day at school so we had the day off. Nick showed up at our house about half an hour after our parents left for work. He was carrying two fairly small boxes, and each one was held shut with a ribbon tied in a bow. He had a big naughty grin on his face. "I brought you some special birthday presents, Gina!", Nick said. I asked him if I could open them now. He handed me the two boxes but he said I had to guess what was in them before I was allowed to open them. The boxes looked identical, but they felt very different. One of them was super light, like it might be empty, but the other one seemed very heavy, and it made a little bit of a sound of crinkling paper when I shook it. I guessed and guessed all kinds of things, just normal things that might be in a birthday present, but Nick kept telling me I was wrong.

I was feeling frustrated but then Nick changed the rules. He told me that I couldn't open the heavy one here; I had to do that one in our "special place" in the woods. He said I could open the lighter box right now if I wanted, but if I did, I had to put on whatever was in it right away. I really didn't have a clue what was in either box, but I decided to open the lighter box. I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.

It seemed like the box was just full of that white gift tissue paper, but I unfolded the paper and inside I found a very big, very soft black sleep mask. Nick reminded me that the rule was that I had to put it on. It was really big and it covered not just my eyes but a lot of my cheeks and forehead too. It was very comfortable but I couldn't see a thing. My heart started to pound faster; losing my sight just got me even more excited. Nick put the heavy box in my hand and he put his arm around me and brought me out the back door and toward the woods.

The boys were on both sides of me with the arms around me and I had my arms around each of them. Without my sight the walk seemed extra long, but I felt really safe with them holding me like this and my excitement and anticipation just grew and grew. I could tell from the smells of the pines and the soft feeling of the accumulated needles on the ground when we were getting close to the "special place". When we got there Nick squeezed me against him and gave me a really nice kiss on the lips. He told me that I could take off the blindfold and open the other box now if I was ready. I was way more than ready.

I slid the mask back up over my eyes and slipped it off and put it down on the bench. My hands were shaking as I untied the other ribbon and opened the box. More tissue paper. But when I folded back the paper, my eyes almost popped out of my head. There was a real pair of shiny chrome handcuffs and a pair of keys. I'd seen silly toy handcuffs before, but I'd never touched the real things before. I realized that Tony had shared my naughty fascination with Nick, and I was embarrassed, but I was also super excited and turned on.

"Do you want to try them on?", Nick asked me. "You don't have to", Tony said, with an apologetic tone. I blushed red but I held out my hands in front of me with my wrists together. Nick took the handcuffs and unlocked them and opened them both wide. He put the first one on my right wrist and tightened it very slowly. When it was just snug, but not cutting into me at all, he used the key on it. He told me that with real handcuffs they can be locked so they won't tighten or loosen without the key, so they don't cut in to the prisoner's wrists. I just stared at the shiny cuff on my wrist.

Next Nick took my left wrist. He grabbed the other cuff but he stopped. He said that we should do this the right way, the way the real police do it. He held my right wrist and went around behind my back with it, then he reached around and took my left wrist in his other hand and brought it behind my back too. I felt the cool metal of the cuff as he clicked it so it was just snug like the other one. I heard another click as he locked that one so it wouldn't budge either. Then he put the keys in his pocket.

Nick told me that I had been a very, very naughty girl and he was going to take me to jail. But then he said if I was nice to him and gave him a kiss he would go easy on me. That was a real dilemma for me. I really wanted to kiss Nick, but I wanted to play rough and naughty; I didn't want him to "go easy on me". It didn't really matter because he took me in his arms and started kissing me very passionately and aggressively. With my hands cuffed behind my back there was no way I could have stopped him even if I wanted to, which I certainly didn't.

My little brother Tony just watched the whole spectacle with keen interest. Later he told me he was feeling guilty about the whole idea and he had planned to stop it, but when he saw how much I was liking it he let it go on. Thank you sweet little brother!

Nick stood face to face with me and squeezed our bodies together tight. We kept up the wild kissing. By now I was way beyond the most turned on I had ever been before in my life. His arms around me worked their way lower and lower, until they were right on my ass, and he grabbed it and squeezed it tight, pulling us together really tight at the hips.

I suppose a good girl would have put a stop to all this, but I was anything but a good girl that day. I also used the handcuffs to rationalize away my guilt; I figured that since I was completely helpless with my hands cuffed behind my back, whatever happened wasn't my fault. I tugged at my cuffs, not really because I wanted to get out but because I wanted to know that I couldn't.

We kept up the wild kissing as Nick pawed and squeezed my ass. After a while of this, Nick decided it was time for a tickle torture for me. I was just wearing short shorts, a tank top, and flip flops, so there was plenty of bare skin for his naughty fingers. But Nick seemed more interested in other places. He tickled my tummy through my shirt almost till I couldn't stand it. He tickled me all up and down my ribs, and his hands just brushed my breasts a little bit, which turned me on still more.

Then Nick came around behind me and hugged me from behind. My cuffed hands were sort of in the way of his hug but I lifted them a little higher up my back to make room.

That was all the signal that Nick needed. He squeezed my ass right against him and he slipped both his hands under the bottom of my shirt and the tickle torture started again, but this time with his fingers on my bare tummy and ribs. The tickling turned to a gentle stroking and he worked his way higher and higher. Pretty soon he had his hands right on my breasts and he gently squeezed them through my thin bra. He looked at me with a funny guilty look again but I just smiled so he kept going.

He came around and hugged me really close from the front again and slipped his hands up under the back of my shirt. My handcuffed arms were in the way and he fumbled around with my hooks on my bra strap. I started giggling from this. I think he was maybe expected me to protest, but I didn't. Eventually he got it unhooked. He reached back under the front of my shirt and pushed my bra up out of the way. Now his hands were directly on my bare breasts! He stroked and pawed and gently squeezed my breasts even more, and we kissed and kissed and kissed.

I hadn't expected any of this at all, but I was completely loving every second of it. I had never felt more alive or more sexy in my life.

All this time Tony just watched with obvious interest, but eventually Nick pulled Tony over and told him this was too good of a chance to pass up. Tony was hesitant but Nick took his wrist and pulled his hand up under my shirt and onto my breasts. Tony looked at me very nervously but I smiled at him. Once he saw I was smiling he felt my breasts too. He seemed awkward and his touches were much lighter than Nick's, but I was liking it too. Nick asked Tony what he thought. Tony said he felt really lucky to have a sexy beautiful big sister. That made me feel really good. After a few minutes Tony gave me a kiss and let Nick have more fun with me.

Nick went back to caressing my bare breasts under my shirt and he kept giving me the most wonderful kisses. Eventually when I think our lips were ready to fall off he started to slow down and back off. Nick got the handcuff keys out of his pocket and let me out. I got my bra back in place and hooked the strap and straightened out my shirt. We hugged and kissed and headed back through the woods to my house. All the way back both boys kept telling me how I was cute and sweet and sexy and beautiful. I had mostly thought of myself as kind of plain, so this was a huge ego boost for me.

We didn't do anything as wild as this again that spring, but when we'd tickle fight or wrestle, if nobody else was around sometimes there were a few extra intimate caresses and squeezes thrown in. For the most part this didn't really change our relationships; Nick and Tony and I were all still the best of friends, and Nick and I still had huge crushes on each other, but we were also too filled with our Catholic guilt to repeat the experience.

I hope you liked my story, and I hope you'll understand and not think down of me too much for messing around with my little brother and another younger boy. Sorry if I offended anyone.

If you really liked it and want to hear another story I could tell you about something that happened the next year when a private little self bondage game of mine went wrong and I found myself in very embarrassing trouble.

Gina

Re: Handcuffs for a naughty teenage girl

Postby Lil'Neks » Sat Nov 12, 2011 12:33 pm

Good story and yeah i'd like to gear another story.

Re: Handcuffs for a naughty teenage girl

Postby bondagegirl1995 » Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:17 am

Excellent story! I loved reading this!

Re: Handcuffs for a naughty teenage girl

Postby barefoot99 » Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:00 pm

tell the next story
BAREFOOT AND CUFFED, THAT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Re: Handcuffs for a naughty teenage girl

Postby puddy2131 » Mon Nov 28, 2011 8:46 am

very nice story. a little awkward with your brother involved, but i suppose as long as you didnt mind.

I know i would not want my sister around if i was having bondage fun!

Re: Handcuffs for a naughty teenage girl

Postby bondagegirl1995 » Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:08 pm

I agree Puddy. It probably was a bit awkward. :-) still a fun story though.