This is the second story involving my two recurring characters, Haley and Willow. If you haven't yet read "Discovering the Secret" I suggest you do.
100th post!
“So, how many people know your little secret?†I asked. It had been a few days since our last little bondage session, and it was now Saturday, and I had been scheduled to have a sleep over with Willow. My mom was practically jumping at the opportunity, saying that I didn’t spend enough time with Willow. It was either that or she just wanted me out of the house.
“Oh, tons of people!†Willow said. “My dad knows, my mom, my cousin Teagan, her parents, and these two girls who live down the street that sometimes do it with me.â€
“Really?†I asked. “That many people?â€
“Sure! It’s not really a big secret really. My dad tells me that he used to do it, and my cousin is from my dad’s side, so her family has done it too, so it really is just a natural thing in our family. Even so, my parents didn’t mention it until Teagan introduced it to me.â€
“Wait a second,†I said. “Teagan? I think I’ve met her. She’s that girl that once came over to our school afterwards. The girl with the freckles. Isn’t she younger than you?â€
“Yeah. So?â€
“Never mind.â€
“There’s still a few hours until bed,†Willow remarked. “Want to do something?â€
It was currently 8:53, and on sleepovers we generally slept late. We had recently finished dinner and already had done a bunch of random stuff. I guess after our little conversation Willow wanted to go right into bondage. By now, I didn’t have a problem with that and I was genuinely interested in it. I had spent a few days and discovered that a bunch of websites did have bondage in them, even Wikipedia had pages on tying people up. Strange.
We wandered into the living room, going downstairs where were in Willow’s room. The living room had a big TV and a bunch of couches for lounging in. I remembered that Willow’s family always called it either the “TV room†or the “living roomâ€, never sticking to one or the other. Personally, I liked living room better than TV room, but I supposed that TV room worked just as well.
We had both already changed into our pajamas (hey, they were comfy). Mine’s was this white nightgown that my mom had got me. It was really fluffy and comfortable, but I didn’t really pick it out. Despite shopping being a girl’s thing, I had never really liked it. I mean, you have to straight through the mall and look at a bunch of clothes and see if they fit you. I could be doing much better things with that time.
Willow had these pink regular pajamas with baggy long sleeve. Red dots were scattered all along them. I had teased her saying that it looked like she had chicken pox all over her sometimes, which she always replied that I looked like I was going to a wedding.
I quickly went to the bathroom. I didn’t want to have to pee when I couldn’t move.
Willow got out her box of bondage or whatever. “Ready to be unable to move?â€
“As ready as I’m going to get.â€
She started getting out some ropes. Lots of white cotton rope that was pretty thin. “I’m going to put you in a hogtie. Know what that is?â€
“No,†I admitted. “But I can tell I’m about to find out. Are you going to tell me?â€
“No,†She said. “Also, do you mind if I gag you?â€
“Yes,†I replied, not really wanting to get something stuffed into my mouth. Both of us were barefoot, so socks were out of the question, but I still didn’t want to be gagged. I don’t know if it was one of those it-will-feel-good-once-you-actually-try-it kind of experiences but to me, I didn’t see how having a cloth stuck in my mouth could feel good. So maybe later, but I really wasn’t in the mood to try it today.
I watched Willow expertly tie a cinch noose and wrist coil. She got out a few more lengths of rope as well.
“Put your feet together,†She told me. I complied, pressing my legs together, though she probably couldn’t see it since I was wearing a nightgown. She started to tie my ankles together. In a minute or two, they were tightly tied together. Another few minutes and my knees and thighs were bound, my nightgown hugging my skin as the ropes pushed at it.
“Arms behind,†She said. I put my arms like before and she put the cinch noose and wrist coil through and tightened them. Maybe a foot was left of the remaining rope of the cinch noose, dangling on the floor.
Willow noticed my attention of it. “That comes later.†She told me. I nodded, wondering what it was.
“So, we almost done?†I asked. This was as much as we had done before, so I guess that was it. But Willow surprised me by shaking her head.
“Nope, I’m going to make it so you really can’t escape,†She said, getting out more rope.
“I don’t think I could escape anyways,†I argued.
“Well, this just means that you won’t escape, as I’m going to make you as immobile as a potato.â€
She wrapped a rope a little bit above my belly, wrapping it around my entire body so they also wrapped my arms. She tightened it and I let out a little whine as my arms were forced against my back. She tightened it a little more and knotted it off. After that, she did the same above my boobs (which were still developing, mind you), tightening it the same so my arms couldn’t move. Finally she got some rope and tied the ropes above and below my breasts together between my breasts and by my back, so they wouldn’t slip.
“Aah, this makes them stand out!†I complained.
“What, you don’t like it?†She asked. “They serve as to pin your arms to your back, making you immobile.â€
“I was pretty immobile already,†I pointed out.
“Think of it this way, now you’ll never escape!â€
“Hooray.â€
“One last thing.†She pushed me onto my stomach and bent my feet back. Then, she got the little rope that dangled from the cinch noose and tied it to my ankle bindings, making my feet bent back a 45 degree angle, or something close to that, because that’s what it felt like.
“Aack, I can’t move,†I complained. And I meant it. There was no way I could move much like this, and I didn’t think I was going to get free. Another expert job.
“That’s the point, right?†She said. She got a wide dark blue scarf out. I shut my mouth, not wanting her to gag me.
“Relax,†She soothed. She tied it over my eyes, so I was bathed in darkness. Gosh, I couldn’t see, even though I could feel my eyes were open. What now? I wriggled in my bonds, squirming a little bit. No give. I was stuck, really stuck. Gosh, what now? What could I do? I rolled a little bit around, ending up on my side. This position was actually sort of comforting, being in a hogtie. I was stuck in this position, it was like a neutral position. I couldn’t do anything beyond it. The hogtie wouldn’t let me. So I could only just stay like that.
I could only feel with my eyes blindfolded. I felt as if I could just let go, since I couldn’t see anything my only sensations were hearing and touch. Since I didn’t really hear anything, I could only feel the soft brush of my pajamas, the tight rope in my skin, and the awkward position of the hogtie.
“This actually feels pretty goo-“ I managed before something big and wet was stuffed into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but a sticky strip was plastered across my cheeks. Then another, and another.
“MMMPH!†I protested. She had been waiting for this! Well, now I could taste too. The wet cloth or rag or whatever seemed to completely soak up my saliva. My lips couldn’t move a bit, sealed shut by the layers of tape. I knew I could probably get the tape off if there was only one strip, but multiple strips held it in place.
“Mmm mmph!†I complained. I couldn’t speak! Everything that came out was incomprehensible gibberish! Gosh, no real way to communicate. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move, I didn’t hear anything, and I was tasting something less than desirable. Talk about being helpless.
I could hear Willow giggling. “Looks like I managed to gag you after all! You look really cute like that, all trussed up and helpless.â€
I tried to make out a sarcastic “thanksâ€, but it came out as “Mmph.â€
“Ok, Haley,†I heard Willow say, somewhere to the left of me. “Don’t go anywhere.â€
How cliché.