One Round of Poker

Postby Rainn » Fri Dec 03, 2010 6:33 pm

Hey guys! Long time reader here, but I've never had the courage to share some of my stories around before. I'm not too sure how good a writer I am, so please bear with me, and this story may get a bit too icky for some people in the later parts, so I'll just leave it here for now (better safe than sorry when it comes to internet mods I always think!)

My first experience with TUGs was a few years back when I was in high school with my bf, Mark. We were in year 12, our final year of school and in class we were discussing how to spend our last day at school; all the years before us usually dressed up in a theme (the year before us dressed up as pirates and ran around 'raiding' classes all day long!). Just a few minutes before the bell, one of the girls suggested that guys and girls should swap uniform on the last day. As you can imagine, we all thought this was a great idea, but the guys weren't too impressed.

"C'mon, you'd look great in a dress!"
Mark just rolled his eyes. We were heading back to my place, as we usually did after school to hang out.
"I'm pretty sure no one wants to see my legs in a skirt"
"Oh please, you can try something on when you get back to mine"
He gave me that look; you know the one, eyes squinted as if to say 'Never in a million years', but I had a plan. Mark was always a sucker for a challenge
"Alright, how about this; one round of poker when we get home, if I win you have to try on one of my school uniforms"
"Oh? And what do I get out of it?"
I put on the girliest expression I could, and started playing with a strand of my fringe and said "Well, if I lose, you can do whatever you want to me"
His face lit up with a wry smile, "You're on"

Re: One Round of Poker

Postby Rainn » Sun Dec 05, 2010 4:16 am

Now, if you're ever going to put yourself in a situation like this, you have to have the odds, well, a little stacked in your favour.
Or in my case, completely rigged in your favour.
Mark and I had been dating for a few months now, however it wasn't your typical relationship. We were both shy and had begun as close friends, then decided to go out on a whim one night (it was a very difficult conversation, let me tell you!). When we hung out at my place, we didn't really do anything, but I knew Mark wanted to take it a bit further (and really, so did I). However, I didn't think this would be the day that would happen.
At school, we always played texas poker during lunch breaks, and I had been pretty good at it which is why I suggested it. Problem is, with just one round it was all up to chance. When we got home I told Mark to wait while I went to get the cards. I ran up to my bedroom and grabbed a set and quickly placed the top 9 cards in an order so that I would win. I ran back downstairs and asked "You ready?" and began dealing.
"Woah, aren't you going to shuffle first?"
"They were already shuffled from the last time we played" and kept dealing out the cards.
Mark shook his head and pushed the cards back towards me "Nu-uh, shuffle them, I don't think I can trust you in this situation"
Damn! Seen straight through. Mark must have seen the look on my face too.
"Hang on, you rigged the cards didn't you?"
He quickly shuffled through the top cards; "Oh come on! That's not fair"
"That's just the way the cards were!"
Mark shuffled the cards and dealt them out. I should have seen this coming, it must have looked horribly suspect to him. Now I really was just relying on chance.
I was starting to get a bit worried now, but then I looked at my cards, an Ace of Hearts and a King of Diamonds.
The flop was first, a 6 of Spades, a 4 of clubs, and the Ace of Diamonds!
The turn, an 8 of spades.
The river, the final card, was an Ace of Spades! Three of a kind, of aces! I couldn't have rigged it better myself.

As I put down my cards though, Mark's grin grew. He showed his cards. A 2 and 3 of spaces.
A flush! A really crappy flush! But it was enough. He began to step around the bench with a look in his eyes, like that of a tiger hunting its prey.

Oh dear, what had I done.

Re: One Round of Poker

Postby Rainn » Mon Dec 06, 2010 6:48 am

"So, I can do ANYTHING right?"
"Uhhh, well Mark, when I said that, I wasn't really thinking..."
"Thinking that you'd lose with your rigged deck?"
I wasn't getting out of this one. My only hope was to not resist too much and hope he'd go easy on me.

Not likely.

First off, he had me lead him out to our garage to get some rope. Dad loves to go canoeing, and so he had heaps of rope lying around that he'd tie the canoe to the top of the car with. With heaps of this in hand, Mark gently pushed me back inside towards my bedroom. Once inside, I looked at the time; 4pm. We would only have about half an hour till my mum got home, so whatever he was planning, he'd have to make it quick.
"Take off your shoes" he ordered. I silently complied, nervous about what he was planning. I was still in my school uniform, a blouse and tie with a green jumper over the top, a woolen, green tartan pleated skirt with socks and Mary Jane shoes. As I stood back up, I moved to turn around.
"Uh uh uh, no turning around, and put your hands behind your back"
I finally caught on, and a shiver ran down my spine. I had read about tie ups before and had been interested in them, but never had anyone to do it with. It had always been a bit of a fantasy...
However, there was just one problem.
In my fantasies, I wanted to be the tier, not the tiee! I'm a control freak, I wanted to have the power over someone! Knowing that I'd be completely at Mark's mercy was...well, exciting, but also worrying. I would have prefered it to be the other way around.
"Now" Mark said, almost in a whisper, with his voice slightly trembling, "I'm only doing this because you said anything..."

Uh oh

I felt his hands come around my waist and saw him holding a large piece of rope. He moved his hands under and up my skirt, and threaded the rope around my waist. He tied it in a knot at my front, leaning over me to do it. Cinching the rope, it felt snug around my waist, and because it wasn't that thick, it was barely noticable underneath the skirt; you'd have to look hard to notice something was there. However, there was still a heap of rope left, and it hung out from underneath. I knew what it was for, and gulped as Mark threaded the rest of it back through my legs. Pulling it up through my bum, and causing my skirt to ride up at the back, the rest of it was tied off at my wrists. Now, it wasn't too tight, but it I moved my arms at all, the rope would pull tight right between my legs.

Re: One Round of Poker

Postby tieup2008 » Mon Dec 06, 2010 10:31 am

Sounds a good story so far. Carry on please :)
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Re: One Round of Poker

Postby CosplayGirl » Mon Dec 06, 2010 11:34 am

He he its that cliffhanger thing again.Please continue,its something id like to experience for real,the crotch rope over a pair of my silky panties.

Re: One Round of Poker

Postby Rainn » Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:26 pm

Thanks for the comments guys; sorry about leaving it on a cliffhanger, I hate it when they do it in movies but I figure it'll keep people interested.


"Alright" Mark whispered "Now, walk over to the bed"
The first step, my arms pulled backwards and I really felt it for the first time. I let out a little moan in surprise as the rope dug into me. It was only a few steps to my bed, but by the time I was there my face was flushed with embarrassment. I collapsed sideways onto the bed. Mark came over and rolled me onto my back, and picked my legs up to tie them together. If he hadn't already gotten a peek at my panties, I'm sure he did then (I couldn't tell how far my skirt rose up with the crotch rope, but I'm pretty sure far enough). When Mark was doing this was when I got the first glimpse of his face while doing this. He was about as flushed as I was! When he finished he rolled me back onto my side and got onto the bed facing me. Here I was, completely immobile and at his mercy; I was enjoying it, but a little part of me wanted to be back in control which was frustrating. I looked deep into Mark's eyes, which was when he told me that when I said 'anything' he wanted to use this as a chance to try and do something...further than what normal friends would do. Until that point, it hadn't felt like a relationship; just that we were two really close friends. I could just tell by the look on his face what he was thinking; he'd been caught up in the moment and was now worried what I was thinking of him. Was I thinking he was a freak and a pervert for doing this to me? I guess at that moment the full force of what he was doing hit him and he looked...almost scared. I would have hugged him if I could (I actually tried to move my arms, but I got a quick reminder what they were attached to). I leaned forward and kissed him, and all of a sudden, in that silent action, all his worries faded. We snuggled like that for a long time, me immobile with his arms wrapped around me.

Until I looked up at the time on my bedside alarm clock.

4:32

"OH SHIT!" I cried out, "Quick, untie me, Mum's going to be home any second!"
Mark leaned back and a sly little grin emerged on his face "Now hang on, I'll untie you, but only on one condition..."
"What?! Condition? How can you say that? What if I don't agree, you're just going to let Mum find us here?"
"No, I'm going to let your mum find you here; I can run out and escape over the back fence!" My eyes must have been as wide a saucepans at that point "What do you want?" I pleaded.
"I'll let you go only if you wear one of these to school tomorrow" he put his hand under my skirt and tugged at the crotch rope.

Maybe I should have comforted him and given him that confidence that everything was alright AFTER he'd untied me...

Re: One Round of Poker

Postby tieup2008 » Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:55 am

Looking forward to the next bit :)
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Re: One Round of Poker

Postby Neko » Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:39 pm

Eeek! Please hurry with the next part or I'm going to explode! >-< Awesome story so far.

Re: One Round of Poker

Postby Rainn » Wed Dec 08, 2010 4:05 pm

Sorry about the long wait guys!

"How can I walk around all day with rope coming out of my skirt?!" I asked urgently
"Just tie it to the back of the rope that goes around your hips instead of your wrists; no one will see it then"
I had no time to argue, I accepted and got Mark to untie me as quickly as possible. Fortunately, he hadn't tied me too tightly, and because I was wearing my jumper over the top anyway there weren't any marks (the downside was I was incredibly hot by the time Mark let me go). As he untied the ropes around my feet, I heard the door open. We ran out of the bedroom, hoping that Mum wouldn't catch us. Too late though, she saw us running up the hallway. "What have you two been doing?" she asks suspiciously. "Just grabbing a DVD" Mark said, standing behind me and held up my copy of Avatar. He must have grabbed it while we were running out of my room, and I quietly praised him later for his quick thinking. We sat around and watched about half of it before Mark had to go home and do some homework. Before he left, I asked him what he would do if I didn't wear 'it' tomorrow.
"Well then, I know I can't trust what you say, and next time I'll just have to leave you" he said with a wink as he walked out the door. Next time? Who said anything about a next time?

That night I spent worrying over two things, the first was an assignment due that week that I hadn't started, and the second was how to go through a whole day at school with one of these ropes tied around me. I had to look online for some tips on how to tie it (Mark didn't show me; I never did find out how he knew how to tie it!) and to my horror I found that the rope Mark used earlier in the day was too big if I just tied it back behind me, so I had to cut it a bit short (and make a note to go buy some more rope for Dad; he would have killed me if he found out I had been messing with his canoe stuff). Like I said earlier, it didn't really show through the skirt because of the way it hung off my hips and we had to tuck our blouses in anyway; if anyone saw anything, they'd just assume it was that. However, I was still paranoid that I'd be discovered. The other problem I had was, how on earth could I go through a whole day with this thing rubbing against me?

When I got up the next morning before I went to school, I decided to try two things. The first was (of course) not to tie it too tight around me. Just tight enough so there wouldn't be any slack for it to show through my skirt but also not so tight that it would cut into me; some sort of comfy medium between the two. The second thing I tried was to wear two pairs of panties, to try and give more protection from the rope. Both worked, it wasn't like when Mark did it so that I couldn't walk, however I could still feel it. I got into school and went to my locker when I felt a squeeze from behind me. I turned around to see Mark with a huge grin on his face when he felt the rope.
"So you did wear it?"
"Only because I don't want to be found tied in my room by my mother"
"Well, I'll be checking back on you at recess, lunch and after school, so don't you dare think about taking it off"

Well, there went my plan

It certainly made for an interesting day. As the day dragged on, it became harder and harder to focus on the work I was doing. The worst was sitting down, just because I was pressing down on it. My friends kept saying I was zoning in and out of conversations and asking me if I was feeling okay. I was feeling better than okay, I just couldn't concerntrate on much else! At the end of the day I met up with Mark, who felt for the final time to see that I was still wearing it. He seemed really curious about it;
"So, how are you feeling?"
I let out I tired sigh, and looked up to see Mark looking concerned once more.
"I...I haven't upset you have I? With...all this?"
"No, no, I'm just tired, I can't wait to get home and take this thing off!"

Mark didn't come home with me that night because we both had assignment work to do. However, friends said that over the next few weeks, we seemed closer and more like a couple. I like to think that this is how our relationship started, over one single round of poker...

Re: One Round of Poker

Postby Neko » Thu Dec 09, 2010 11:29 pm

Wow. :'D It's actually a very beautiful story. ^-^ Loved it so much.