## My First Posting

Post by LordNelson » Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:35 pm

I have been a follower of this site for quite a while and I am finally going to start posting my stories. I unfortunately only have a few true ones but I'll post those first and then get on to my fictional ones.
Eileen – My Beginnings
As a new member I feel that the best way to introduce myself is to start at the beginning. I became a TUGger at an early age. I grew up in a neighborhood with lots of kids including a number of older boys who, without knowing it, greatly influenced the way I would play games in the future. We watched a little TV as kids but there was no cable where we lived and we only had two on air channels. Shows in those days were dominated by cops, westerns, army and the Disney hour on Sundays. Most of our games involved re-enacting our favorite show from that week, in particular the Disney shows. As we roamed around the neighborhood we were soldiers on patrol, cops on the beat, cowboys looking for adventure. Our bicycles were horses, jeeps or squad cars. We shot our toy guns at imaginary enemies; planted bombs made of dynamite (toilet paper rolls) and stormed castles (sheds).
I was the youngest boy in our group and the games were always made up by the older boys so I was never given any major roles to play but I was always included because my two older cousins were the ‘cool’ guys on our street. There were plenty of girls in the neighborhood but they never played the ‘boys games’. That was about to change and for me it was a life altering change.
I grew up in a small six unit apartment building and families were always coming and going. It never took long for the kids to fit in and the boys went one way and the girls the other. That is until Eileen moved in. She was tall dark skinned and wore her hair short. More important though was the fact that she wanted to play with the boys. Right from day one she was more interested in our rough and tumble adventures than tea parties and dolls. At first she was avoided by the guys but she persisted and eventually the older guys found a place for her in many of our scenarios. To my delight most of her participation involved getting tied up.
Today television shows are full of strong heroic women who can kick ass as well as any man. In my youth the women were almost always victims; damsels in distress to be rescued by male heroes. They were always being kidnapped by enemy agents, imprisoned by evil wizards, held hostage by desperate criminals, etc.; you get the idea. It was a rough life if you were female. Being the only female we had Eileen automatically filled that role when it was being decided who was who in our little dramas.
I never got to tie her up myself, that was a job for the older boys but I was witness to many of her predicaments. At least once a week she found herself bound with skipping ropes, extension cords, clothesline or whatever sort of stuff was at hand. It was long ago and I don’t remember all of her captures but one does stand out in my mind as clearly as yesterday.
In behind the neighbor’s yard was a pile of old lumber that had at various times been re-arranged to be a ship, a fort and a log cabin among other things. Today it was a horse drawn buck board wagon. We were bank robbers in the old west and the wagon was to be our means of escape with the loot. This particular day the gang was small; just my two cousins and I. Of course Eileen was there but being a girl she couldn’t be a bank robber so she became the teller that gave us the loot (a paper bag full of newspaper ‘dollars’). The problem with this was once we were on the run there was no longer a place for her in the game. In an unusually considerate moment Mark, the younger of my cousins, decided that she could come along on our escape as a hostage. We helped her up onto the wood pile and Mark tied her hands behind her back with binder twine (the thin rough rope used to hold together bales of straw). As there was only room for two on the front seat those went to my cousins who spurred the horses on with vigorous lashing from their reins (an old garden hose). Eileen was on her knees behind them and I was behind her. It was my job to fight of the posse that was pursuing us with my trusty rifle (a fence picket).
As our only line of defense I should have been facing the riders that were in hot pursuit of us and picking them off one by one with my rifle but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Eileen. Luckily my cousins were too occupied with keeping the team of horses under control to notice that I sat there totally fascinated by the struggling damsel in front of me. It seems that Mark tied her a little too tight and she was working at her bonds to try and loosen them up a bit. She twisted one way and then the other; she sat up and then settled back. Then she wiggled in ways I didn’t think people could move. I followed every effort with my complete attention. If we had really been pursued I’d have been shot at least a dozen times, for that matter their horses could have bitten my backside before I would have known they were there.
I don’t know how long she kept me amused before we safely reached our hide-out but I remember being disappointed when we turned her loose. I normally kept to myself and left the decisions to the older boys but that day I did suggest that we not let her go right away. Unfortunately my idea was ignored. From that day on I was never disappointed when I was given a minor part to play. It gave me more time to watch Eileen whenever she became our damsel in distress. Over the next few months whenever we got together I made sure to knock on Eileen’s door to let her know. She didn’t always come out and when she did she didn’t always get tied up but there were enough times to convert me to a TUGger for life.
I may not have been allowed to tie up Eileen but when we weren’t playing I had my fantasy TUG’s and I certainly was the one tying her up then. As a matter of fact having two sisters meant that I had met almost every girl in the neighborhood and in my mind every one of them was eventually TUGged.
We moved across town when I was nine and I never saw Eileen again. At first I was planning to return to the old street whenever I could but once I checked out my new neighborhood I discovered two important things. First of all I was the oldest boy and I was going to decide how our games were played. Secondly was the fact that there were quite a few girls and they all wanted to play with the boys. Over the next few years some of my fantasy TUG’s turned to reality and I had a few TUG’s come my way by chance but those are stories for future contributions.
Last edited by LordNelson on Wed Oct 09, 2013 2:07 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: My First Posting

Post by xtc » Tue Oct 08, 2013 2:27 pm

Nicely told.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: My First Posting

Post by bound-black-girl lover » Sun Nov 24, 2013 1:01 am

Eileen "Dark-Skinned"~
do you mean BLACK?

### Re: My First Posting

Post by LordNelson » Fri Nov 29, 2013 12:23 pm

She may have been a native girl or had some native blood in her family. It was a long time ago but I remember that she was dark all the time and it didn't look like a tan. Her hair was straight and black.