Hello all!
So this story happened a good few years ago, when I was round my ex girlfriend's house. Just a perfect example of how tie up games, whilst fun, can also cause a few embarrassing issues! (note - I'm re-creating the general conversation and events as I remember them. It has been a while!)
We were both 17 at the time, and it was the middle of the summer. My ex was quite the pretty thing, with average height, red hair and a freckly face. She was quite thin, but not overly so. That day, she was wearing a flowery loose dress,with tights and a casual shirt.
So there we are, sat in her room. As we lived in the UK, it was raining like there was no tomorrow and we were pretty bored. We had the house to ourselves, so I hinted at the obvious thing.
"Maybe," she replied. "Or we could..."
"What?"
She shifted slightly, looking a little awkward.
"Well, you know the other week when we were browsing youtube, and we saw that couple do that escape challenge thing?"
"Yeah...?"
"Well - I've been kind of wondering what it would be like to be, urm tied up."
She blushed sightly, and I grinned. I'd secretly been wanting to try this myself, but I'd kind of been a bit nervous to ask.
"Do... do you want me to tie you up?" I asked.
"Only if you want to," she grinned. "I bet you couldn't keep me tied up anyway."
"Oh, you think so, do you?"
"Big time."
She giggled at me. I looked at her, smiling. In the 4 months we'd been going out, she'd never really been this open with me. She was quite a shy girl, who only really came out of her shell after you'd known her for a bit. We'd met at a friend's house, having much in common from the start. We both loved geeky shows. Both loved movies. And it seemed we both shared an interest in... other things.
"And what would you like me to tie you up with?"
She jumped off the bed and began rummaging in her drawers. Before too long, she returned with 3 long scarves.
"Will these do?" she inquired, handing them to me. The material was quite light to the touch, but strong.
"You sure about this?" I said.
Her smile widened.
"Bet you I get out in 30 seconds."
"OK Houdini!"
She sat down next to me, holding out her hands.
"Erm, behind the back I think."
She hesitated.
"Really?"
"Well, we gotta make this challenging."
She frowned slightly, then nodded, turning round and placing her wrists together. I picked up one of the scarves, hesitating. I really didn't know what I was doing. Secretly, I thought it would only take her 10 seconds to escape. But hey, it was only for a bit of fun.
I started to wrap the material around her wrists, first completely circling one, then the second. I then started joining them together, tying the first knot. She jumped slightly.
"Oh God, sorry! Is it too tight?"
She tested her bonds slightly. They seemed pretty secure.
"No, go on!" She turned round and shot me another smile. I nodded.
I tied a few more knots, taking care not to nip her skin. She winced slightly, but otherwise didn't make any noise. Finally, I straightened up, admiring my handiwork. For someone who really didn't know what he was doing, it looked pretty damn tight. She started moving her hands around.
"Wow, this actually is pretty good!" She turned round, her arms moving up and down behind her, trying to find some slack. At first she was smiling, but then her face adopted a look of concentration as she tried to work herself free.
"Wow, this is... yeah!"
Was that a little tone of frustration? I laughed.
"Wait a second," I observed. "I'm not done yet."
I picked up the second scarf, pointing to her feet. She was starting to really struggle against her hand bindings, and for the first time I wondered if she was doubting this idea. She looked at me, frustration in her big, blue eyes.
"Erm, okay, go on then."
"You sure? I could just untie you if you want."
"What? No! I'm not really trying yet! You need to tie my feet as well!" She stopped struggling, once again giving me a mischievous grin.
"OK."
She lay down on the bed, sticking her feet out at me. Repeating the same process as with her hands (it looked to be working!), I quickly lashed them together, before standing back to admire my handiwork. My girlfriend was now thoroughly trussed up on her bed.
"One final thing," she said, looking at her bound feet with an investigating expression.
I picked up the last scarf.
"You sure about this? You don't know where it's been."
"Meh, no point if I ain't gagged."
"What if you want me to help you out? How you gonna tell me?"
"I've already said," she rolled her eyes. "You won't need to help me!"
She didn't sound as confident as she did before. I shrugged, leaning forward. She opened her mouth slightly and I applied my make-shift cleave gag, tying it off behind her head.
"Say something then," I laughed.
"Mhmmm," she replied. "Mph mph," she was giggling again.
"Go on then," I said. "Escape."
She nodded, her face adapting a serious, strained look of concentration. She began squirming around on the bed, her arms moving up and down, trying to find any slack in her bonds. Her feet shifted slightly, but held together fast. She rolled over and I saw her trying to pull her hands out of her bonds, getting nowhere, and probing her fingers round looking for knots. It didn't work.
She suddenly began wildly struggling, vigorously kicking out and straining her wrists, doing anything to pull them apart. I started to worry that she was going to hurt herself.
"Hey, calm down a bit!"
She gave me a dirty look, her hair now starting to become sweaty.
"Do you need help?"
She shook her head, once more going back to her struggles. I grinned at her. Looks like escaping wasn't as easy as she thought it was! I quickly checked my watch. She'd been at it for 5 minutes and could simply not get out.
"I'm gonna grab a drink," I said to her. "Back in a minute."
She glanced at me and nodded, still squirming around. Grinning, I nipped downstairs, grabbing a quick drink of water. I have to admit, I had impressed myself! That being said, it was losing its charm. I figured if she wasn't out by the time I got back up, I'd have to let her go.
I went back upstairs, heading into her room. Of course, there she was on the bed. She growled in frustration. I could see she was trying to spit the gag out, but having difficulty. I quickly moved forward, taking the gag out. She moved her mouth up and down several times.
"Eeesh, that tasted bad!"
"Are you okay?"
She looked me sighing. "OK."
"I'm sorry?"
"You win."
"Win..." I was furiously laughing inside.
"You win, OK! I can't get out."
"Aww, I thought you said you'd escape in 30 seconds!"
"Well, I can't, OK? Can you help me out please?"
"So... you admit I'm awesome."
She shot me another dirty look.
"You're so dead."
"But awesome."
"OK, you're good at tying me up. Now, can you, urm, untie me?" She gritted her teeth at that last bit.
I smiled wider.
"Go on then."
It was then we both heard the door slam in the house.
"Hello!" called a voice from downstairs. The voice of her mum. "You both still here?"
She looked at me. I looked at her.
"Untie me now!" she hissed. She began pulling mightily on her bonds again, this time really panicking.
"Come on!" she begged. "Please! If she sees me like this she'll freak."
I jumped towards the bed, quickly reaching for her hand bindings.
"Come onnnnn," she said, jolting her arms.
"Hold still!"
Footsteps on the stairs. She was coming up.
"Hey," called the voice. "There's a letter for you here. You guys better have that door open. I've told you about this!"
I reached for the knots, but there were too many. I knew then I'd never get her out in time. I cast my eyes around the room, looking for anything that might help. She squired some more.
"Why am I still tied up? Get me out!"
"Get under the covers!" I said.
"What?" she looked really worried.
"Quick!"
I lifted the covers and helped her get under, a difficult feat with her current condition.
She was barley covered up before her mum entered the room. I stood up.
"Anything happening in here that shouldn't be?" she asked, eyes scanning the room.
"Course not," I replied. "How are you?"
She smiled. She was actually quite a friendly woman. She'd just arrived home, unexpectedly, at the worst time possible.
"Got off early. Nipping out for drinks, but I forgot my phone so just nipped home. What you doing under there?"
She looked at my girlfriend, who rolled her eyes. She was doing a good job of covering up how worried she felt.
"Nothing. We were just watching telly." She motioned to the TV at the corner of the room with her eyes. Her mum followed her gaze. Free from her mother's stair, she adopted another strained expression as she squirmed under the covers. She was still trying to untie herself. And by the look of it, still failing miserably. She looked like she was about to cry.
"Ah, help me," she mouthed.
"The TV is off." Her mum frowned at us both.
"I can't get it to work," I said, thinking quickly, keeping her mum's eyes on her. I secretly paid that she was finally going to get free, even though I knew it was doubtful.
"Well, have you tried... plugging it in?" She grinned, in a look strangely like her daughters.
"Erm, ahh that might be..."
I was losing control of this situation.
"Are you okay?" Her mum was now fully focused on her daughter. She did look very sweaty and red faced.
"Fine! I'm fine. Honestly, will you stop prying?"
"Is she OK?" Her mum turned back to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her vigorously struggling under the covers. She was getting desperate.
"She's probably caught my cold," I said. "We were going to go out, but probably just gonna get a pizza in I think.
My trussed up girlfriend caught my eye. She pursed her lips, pulling hard with her arms. Suddenly, she adopted a delighted expression, only for it to disappear quickly.
"Oh my god," she mouthed.
"OK," said her mum. She moved towards the bed, putting her hand on her daughter's forehead. She flinched at the touch.
"You do have a temperature. Maybe I shouldn't go out."
"No!" she yelled. "I mean, no, you go. I'll be fine, I've got this one looking after me."
Her mum turned to look at me. My poor girlfriend gave one more herculean effort, then dropped her head against the pillow.
"I give up," she mouthed.
Standing up, mum turned to me.
"OK, but call me if she gets worse."
"Will do."
She took a last look at her daughter, then quickly left the room. Neither of us dared move as she walked around the house, then finally slammed the front door. For a second, we stayed completely still, then...
"Can you please untie me now?"
I nodded, moving forward.
"So," I said, sitting down. She quickly turned round, motioning her wrists. She'd gotten literally nowhere with her bonds, and her hands were curled into firsts. "Did you enjoy being tied up."
"Erm, nope." She smiled. "Maybe a little at first. But I'm kind of ready to get out now. Actually, will you do my feet first? I'm getting a really bad cramp."
She shifted back, lifting her legs up. I noticed that she'd managed to ladder her tights in her struggles.
"This was probably a bad idea," I said, picking at the knots.
"I didn't think it would be this hard! I thought it'd be easy!"
"Hey, if you do it right.."
She grinned despite herself.
"Just never try to kidnap me."
Her feet were soon free. She quickly stood up, shaking them out, before turning her hands back to me. Within minutes, she was fully untied.
"Oh, you have no idea how good that feels!" she said, rubbing her wrists and stretching.
"Not as cool as you thought, being tied up?"
"Wasn't too bad. Just couldn't get out! Felt really odd, being kind of helpless like that!"
"Well, maybe we should chalk it up to a one off thing."
"No way!" She stopped massaging her limbs, putting her arms around me and kissing me on the lips.
"Really? You want to be tied up again after that?"
"Well, we'll plan it better next time. Wait til mum's the other side of the world."
I grinned at her. I have to admit, she'd looked pretty good all trussed up like that.
"Besides," she said, moving over to the bed. "Next time, it's your turn."