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The time this happened was April 27th, 2005. School was done for the week, so me and Sara walked to my house together. Once we got there, we watched some TV, but easily became bored (My parents weren't there to take us someplace; both were at work.). As our minds raced for things we could do, Sara jumped at a thought. "Brady, I could tie you up again! Remember? You liked it last time!" I remembered that my first tie up game was fun, but I needed to lay some ground rules so things didn't turn out like before. "Okay, but let me list some rules. 1, do not tie me involuntarily. 2, don't do anything freaky. 3, If I need to use the bathroom, untie me. 4, no gags unless I approve, and most important, 5, NO TICKLING!" "Okay, okay. I won't tickle you," she said. "Okay, now that we have some rules, we can start," I said, walking into my garage to find some supplies. I came back out a few minutes later with various lengths of clothes line and a roll of tape. Sara smiled and took the rope out of my hands. "Okay, I've heard of this really cool knot, so I'll try it," she said. "Lay down." I got down on the floor and put my hands behind my back. She tied the rope around my hands, then cinched it off so my fingers couldn't find the knot. She then did the same to my ankles. "Okay, this is where the new part comes in," she said, taking a length of rope. She moved my knees so they were close to my hands, then tied a rope from my feet to my hands. Once done, she stood back and admired her work. "Squirm," she said. I wriggled around and tried to get free, but she tied them good. "Want me to gag you?" Sara asked. "Yep," I replied. "Okay." She pulled off her black pantyhose, wadded them up, then stuffed them in my mouth. I frowned and shook my head. "Sorry Brady, but just duct-tape itself won't work," she said, plastering tape over my mouth. I grunted to no use.
A few minutes later, she took the gag off. As soon as they were out, I said "Give me water, those hose were nasty," I said. She stood up and walked away, coming back a few minutes later with a water bottle. She poured some in my mouth, and the water completely destroyed the salty taste of the tights. "Awww, Sara. How long were those on you?" I asked. "I wore them all week 4 weeks ago, then threw them in with my dirty clothes, then put them on today, because I knew I would have this chance," she said. "So you planned all this?" I asked. "YEP!" she said. I suddenly smelled her nasty bare feet. "Ewww, Sara! Go wash your feet," I said, coughing. "What, you mean you don't want some?" she asked, sticking a foot in my face. I shimmied backwards while she laughed. "Okay, let me turn the TV on," she said, sitting on a nearby couch. "Wait, do you want to sit on the couch too?" she asked. "Yeah." She undid my hogtie, then helped me onto the couch. She turned on "The Terminator," and we watched it. Once the movie was done, she said, "Man That was good. I just don't get why he shot the gunstore owner." "yea, right?" I replied. She looked at her watch, then back at me. "Sorry, Brady, but I need to get home," she said. She approached me and untied me. We said goodbye and she left.
THE END! (More to come!)