Keeping the background short as possible: friend who knows me asks about Brand XXX jeans I wear; why? Cause I like, I know most others don't, been kidded, sometimes stared at, even tied up at boarding school so I couldn't wear Brand XXX to the dance with the girl's boarding school. (His eyes light up)
So, first time (then) hated, HATED everything about being tied up. Second time, hrrrm, not so much. Third time, all at boarding school, well, don't much like being tied up, but love that rush trying to get untied. So, teary eyed, not sure about others, finally confess to buddy that I get a rush being tied up. Not so teary eyed, hear him say, well then, let's tie you up.
Skip ahead a few years; it takes time for a rookie to learn how to actually tie, actually prepare a gag and how tight to actually tie a gag. Buddy and I come to my place, and him commenting on my Brand XXX jeans, I finally offer to let him tie me up to a chair, (seems short of hog-tying up, every top's fave).
Eyes light up? Oh yeah. Tying to a chair seems a top's time honoured fave. So, he says you bet. I have a ropes and gag bag that I keep refreshed with varying types and amounts of rope and an always cleanly laundered gag (or hankie plus full sized cloth gag and, in this case occasionally a roll of duct tape). This night I had sadly most - several lengths of rope, as in four or five, gag and duct tape. I've learned to be, err, somewhat more judicious.
So buddy ties me and gags me, and it was the best of times, but at the same time the worst of times. You'll find out.
First thing buddy does, is open the ropes and gag bag, and pull out a gag. He preps it (ties a knot in the middle of the gag), then from in front, shoves the gag in my mouth and ties it, whoa tight. Understand, buddy has tied and gagged me perhaps dozens of times, only the second he's looked me straight in the face while gagging me, and only the first he's gagged me first. Guess maybe he didn't want me to tell him that I'd changed my mind.
Second, tied my hands behind me - many wraps of rope and many knots - pretty tight tie-up. Third, shoved to the chair and sat.
Things you need to know about the chair; wooden, old with lots of cross breams. Bound wrists, tied to a horizontal cross beam was the first moment that I knew this was going to be more than I had bargained for and maybe even more than I wished. But, hands tied and mouth gagged, what I was going to do what about it?
Next? Well, unable to stop and/or argue, buddy slows down, takes his time. First, ties ankles, not just together and not just to the chair, but tied up and tied to a cross brace so my feet are tied above the floor. Knees, also first time, tied up and tied to the chair and next to last, biceps bound and tied to the arms of the chair.
Finally, with a huge smile, mouth tape gagged with duct tape wrapped three times over my gag and around my head, and the tape pressed over my mouth to ensure the adhesive sticks.
So, that was the best, guess if you want that I'll tell the worst. If you're Canadian, guess who Brand XXX is ...