In my family most of the kids are either old enough to have their own family or young enough that still need a car seat. Then there is me(17) and my cousin Taylor(18), giving that we’re the only two our age we are pretty good friends. We’ve been hanging out with each other since we were ten and have always lived close to each other. When I was eleven I discovered her love of being tied up when she asked me to tie her up ever since then we’ve been playing tie-up games.
Anyway at Christmas time last year our family was at her house as always. We had done a White Elephant for the first time ever, I ended up getting a Bathroom Basketball game set and Taylor got a pair of Batgirl footie pajamas, it almost fit her only being a size too large, nothing that noticeable. At about ten we went up to her room, nobody cared since we always do this every year with the excuse that we just want to hang out away from the adults and little kids, where we locked the door and began our annual Christmas tie-up game.
“So this year I want you to tie me up it these pajamas.” Taylor said to me getting the box she keeps hidden in her closet.
“Aren’t you going to be hot in that?” I asked.
“Nah, besides, sweat doesn’t even bother me anyway.” She said waiting for me to begin.
Taylor is a very attractive girl with a blonde ponytail, blue eyes and thick black glasses. She wasn’t skinny but at the same time she was nowhere near fat. She did have some freckles despite being blonde.
“Fine, but don’t be complaining. I don't want to have to untie you halfway through...or ungag you.” I responded reaching into the box and grabbing a length of rope “Hands.”
“Oooh...doing a gag this time?” She asked as she placed her hands behind her without resistance. I than crossed and tied her wrists together as efficiently as I could.
“I figure we should try it this year, nobody bothered us for the last two years and every other time in the year we have a gag...okay mostly.” I asked “Can you test that?”
She struggled for half a minute, “Nope, you’ve been getting better at this.” She happily said. I than grabbed another two lengths out of the box.
“When your captive struggles the way you do I have to make sure they’re as tight as possible.” I responded. She started laughing making is a bit difficult at first to start tying around her breast but she stopped and letting me continue. I tied the first below her breast, which were a recent size for someone her age maybe a C-cup but I never asked her so I'm unsure, then I tied the second above her breasts as well as tied the rope between her arms and the side of her chest. At this point her arms were practically pinned against her torso, she struggled against the rope but made no progress. What was nice about the Batgirl pajamas was that the Batgirl symbol was right in the middle of her breast so it was right in the middle of the ropes, I felt it really added to whole thing.
“Alright time for the legs, how do you want them tied?” I asked her grabbing another two lengths out of the box.
“I think you should tie my ankles and knees together like normal but can we do a hogtie.” She clearly had already made up her mind since she took no time to respond.
“Alright.” I said and grabbed her ankles, but before I could start tying them she kick my hands away.
“Wait! Can you...um...tie a rope around...my um...” I knew what she was trying to say and how she was clearly embarrassed. She had never asked me to give her a crotch rope before.
“A crotch rope?” I questioned before she could continue.
“Um...yeah.” She said blushing a little.
“Sure.” It was definitely awkward for me but I tried to not show it. She awkwardly started to separate her legs and kneel as best she could given her current bindings. So I tooted the first length and tied in into a crotch rope where I also tied her wrists to it, so if she ever moved her wrist she would start pulling on it.
“There, now, back to the legs.” I said being glad to be done with that experience. I then grabbed another two lengths, leaving only one length left, and pulling her ankles together and tie them as tight as possible and did the same with her knees tying above and below them.
“Struggle.” I said in almost a commanding way.
“Okay.” She said with a smirk, which surprised me since I was expertly some witty comment. Instead she happily struggled in her bonds making zero progress. “I'm guessing it's time for the gag?” I noticed she was pulling on the crotch rope every now and then.
“Yep, we do have some duct tape in here or we could get one of your bandanas and tie that around your mouth. What do you want?” I asked grabbing the silver duct tape out of the box and grabbed one of her bandanas one of her dresser, which was black.
“You better be stuffing my mouth which ever one it is.” She responded with a smile.
“Of course, normally I grab your socks but seeing that your pjs are hiding your feet, I guess will have to grab a clean pair.” I explained.
“Finally, I hate have my dirty socks stuffed in my mouth.” She said relieved. That was until I walked over to her pile of dirty clothes and took a pair of wool knee socks. “Oh come on!”
“What gag?” I asked again.
“Fine, let's do both.” She said realizing she wasn't going to convince me to stuff anything else in her mouth.
“Sounds good to me.” I said as I took one of the socks and stuffed it into the right side of her mouth and the other into the left, leaving little room in her mouth. She tried to keep it in there but was having trouble so I pushed the socks back in her mouth and tied the bandana around her mouth as tightly as possible to keep the socks in her mouth. Realizing that the bandana would not be enough I quickly tore a piece of tape off and sealed in over the bandana, I did this with seven pieces placing them on her mouth in all directions.
“Mmphh.” Taylor muffled through the gag.
“What was that? I couldn't quite understand that.” I mocked.
“Mph mph.” She tried doing a sarcastic laugh but it was greatly muffled.
“Okay on your stomach.” I commanded and she listen. I than took the last length of rope and tied her ankles to her breast harness after bending them as much as I could. “There...oh, look at the cute Batgirl...now just a cute damsel.”
“...mmm...” She muffled giving me a sad, distressed look going along with me.
“Looks like ya gonna to have lots of fun here struggling. Good luck getting outta that! Mista J will be more the excite to find ya here!” I said in as close a way to Harley Quinn as I could.
“Mmph...” She muffled, she was now pretending to cry through her gag and even producing tears while she struggled helplessly in her Batgirl pajamas for a good hour or so before I had to go back home.
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Hope you enjoyed my first story!