Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #3!)

Postby Hybris » Tue May 08, 2012 2:53 pm

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Welcome!
This story is about the week I spent with someone I met over the net that lives nearby. It is a true story and I hope you will enjoy, though I doubt you won't. Everything we did was without any sexual intentions.
And since this was written on a touchscreen..

The following story may contain grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and nuts.

Also, if I seem to be rushing things, I don't like spending a lot of time on my intro's.
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My name is Michel, don't even try to pronounce and call me Mick, and I'm a 16-year-old boy. I'm fairly short for my age and I'm the one people who I show pictures will occasionally refer to as cute. Which I don't really enjoy so don't you dare. Thanks. ;)

This person I mentioned earlier is Joanne, a 21-year-old female that is around the normal size for her age and like myself, she is pretty skinny. ((And she's pretty, too. Cough.)) She isn't at a shortage of money, at least, her parents aren't, and she already has her own house.
I met her doesn't-matter-where.

We Skyped for about 7 weeks before the actual fun began, I sent her pictures and got the (and I quote/translate) "Adorable!! :o" reaction I was used to, and I got to see her too. We didn't actually talk at the time, only chat. My microphone is broken.
It didn't take long at all to find out we lived really close together.
Eventually, we found out that I liked being restricted and that she liked to be the one in charge. So we did the inevitable: We met up.

~Part 1: It begins~
My parents would be gone for a week and I asked if I could stay at a friend's. They didn't mind, especially when I told them it would be Joanne I'd meet up with. They knew of her existence and hey, she was 21, she knew how to take care of things. We made our arrangements almost two weeks before we would meet up, and sure enough, she was looking forward to it as much as I was. So, on a clouded Friday, I found myself on my bicycle, the adress I was supposed to head for written on the back of my hand. I was quite literally trembling with excitement as I knew what would eventually happen during my stay. While holding on to the bag that I had with me, I made my way to the house I was looking for. I parked my 'cycle and, shy as I am, double-checked the street name and address. Knowing I'd have to do it some time, I stepped up to the house that I knew she lived in and ringed the doorbell, actually having to remind myself to keep breathing. She opened the door, and smiled happily. I was just relieved that it was the right house, and greeted her cheerfully. We went inside, and spent the rest of the afternoon pretty much talking and getting to know each other. It seems that she liked the situation: She kept on being happy and she was really really friendly. I more or less found myself near a close friend, like a sister. (Question #1: Are sisters nice? I don't know :D) We had a really nice and lazy dinner, her microwave is an excellent cook, and ate in front of the television. It was like the start of a great holiday.

We were watching a western when it happened. They switched to the advertisements, and she pulled me towards her. Before, we had been sitting next to each other on the couch, but now she had pulled me into her lap and she pretended to be surprised as she pulled my hands up above my head and closer to her face. "Did you really write the address down? That's so cute.." she teased, knowing I kinda disliked the word. Boys have feelings too. I muttered in reply: "I did, how else do you think I'd get here? I made sure I wouldn't lose my note." She giggled, and gently rubbed the palm of my hands. "That makes sense." She answered, but she didn't let me lower my hands. Instead, she kept touching them ever so gently. There was eventually a moment where she actually did drop my hands on her chest, and I left them there. I felt her shifting but my attention was back on the movie when she made her move.

Click.
The feeling of metal loosely falling around my thin wrists. I tried pulling my arms away, but I didn't react fast enough.
Click.
I did manage to pull my hands in front of me, and I was shocked by what I saw. A pair of shiny metal handcuffs linked my wrists together, the loops loose but by all means small enough to prevent my hands from getting out of them. I almost automatically looked for the safety release that was on the toy handcuffs I used to have, but there was none. She had caught me by surprise. "Do you not like them?" I remained silent. I just didn't know what to say. I pulled, but the handcuffs didn't give. I was even scared until she spoke again, having seen my obvious discomfort: "Don't be afraid. I'd take them off if you really wanted me to. But for now, they'll stay where they are. I want to set a few rules here."
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That's where I go to sleep, please give me your feedback, and see you soon!
Last edited by Hybris on Tue May 15, 2012 2:23 pm, edited 3 times in total.
"I expected you to be more of a struggler, boy."

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True story

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed May 09, 2012 3:14 am

Hello, nice start of story and I am not sure my parents had this permit. I want read more of it.
"Don“t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True story

Postby Hybris » Wed May 09, 2012 2:40 pm

Plueschbabycd wrote:Hello, nice start of story and I am not sure my parents had this permit. I want read more of it.


Well, of course, it wasn't that easy, it took some convincing, phone calls and talking, but eventually, they didn't mind me staying there. Of course I shall continue! :D

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I looked at Joanne, still confused with my current situation. Of course I had expected her to tie me up sooner or later, but I never imagined that she'd do it so early, so swiftly and so easily. But, as she later told me, she had thought it all out from the moment I contacted her about it and it had even been some sort of fantasy of her. She just had to take her chance and make it come true.
"Now, the upcoming week, I shall be the one in charge of you. I will put you through numerous tests to see what you like and don't like. Know that I will stop whenever you say 'stop' and that I will release you instantly if you add a 'now'. I will have a blade at the ready at all times so there is no need to feel unsafe. I will not leave you alone so I'll always be there if you need help. Everything I will do to you should be fun for both of us. If not, tell me. Is that clear?" I nodded, surprised by how well she knew what to say. She didn't wait for me however, and continued on. "Then there's the safe part. It will go for everything that happens this week. Now for my actual demands: Any abuse of the word 'stop' will be punished. You will do what I say when I say it, but feel free to struggle. Also, I want you to admit right here, right now, that I have caught you and that you are now rightfully mine." I nodded again, but a Hm? on her side told me that she wanted me to say it out loud. "Yes" I said. After that, she pushed me up so that I could sit on my own and she walked away quickly. I didn't know why but I decided it was the perfect opportunity to try to get out of the handcuffs. It was to no avail, I could not slip my hands through and without a key, I couldn't loosen it. Joanne walked back into the room, and I lowered my hands, the handcuffs sliding down my arms towards my hands. I could tell that there was something in her pocket, but didn't see what it was. She sat back next to me, and as I looked at her, she moved me to sit with my back towards her. "Close your eyes." Joanne ordered in a strangely sweet and happy tone. Not one I had expected to go with an order. I did as she said, though, and after a couple of seconds, I felt her slipping something around my throat. It went all the way around and was tightened slightly at the back, making it snug but not restricting my breathing or circulation. I wouldn't have believed it if I wasn't sitting there and that spot, my eyes now opened wide, my head still as ever. Her question made sense now. "Alright, that's settled. You're mine."

She pulled me back towards her again, and this time, nothing followed. I rested my head on her abdomen and slowly reached up- Initially with my right hand, my left hand was forced to follow- to feel the object around my neck. I knew Joanne was watching me as I examined it but I didn't really care. An explosion reminded me that the movie we were watching was still going, but neither of us were interested in it anymore. I felt a tag attached to the collar in the front, and fiddled with it slightly. "It has your name and my address on it, if you were wondering." I heard Joanne say behind me. She giggled slightly at what she was going to say: "You won't have to write it down anymore." I chuckled, and tugged at the collar slightly. I didn't even know what it looked like, I'd have to look in a mirror later. (As it turned out, it was a plain black, a single thin blue stripe all around, and the tag was just iron-coloured.) I am not a very big talker, so I decided not to say anything at all. She seemed to enjoy that too as it meant she could say the exact things she wanted to say. "As for the buckle, well, don't bother. I tried and it took me half an hour to get it off using a mirror and a paperclip." Just great. I already understood my fate: This thing wasn't coming off until the end of our week... We went back to watching our movie, and apart from her pushing the handcuffs tighter until they were snug, nothing very interesting happened. We watched the beginning of a second movie after the first one ended but it sucked, so we decided to get ready for bed. Joanne guided me up the stairs, making me keep the handcuffs on all the way until it was time to sleep. The collar, though, she didn't take, as it was "safe enough to sleep with". We slept in the same room, it had two beds on opposite walls. After fiddling with the buckle in my neck for what the digital clock recognized as almost an hour, I decided that Joanne was right when she said that I couldn't take it off. I fell asleep.

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End of part one! Goodnight :)
"I expected you to be more of a struggler, boy."

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #1!)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat May 12, 2012 3:18 am

Interesting start...can't wait to read more ;)

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #1!)

Postby canuck100 » Sat May 12, 2012 3:54 am

Same here! Great story so far.

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #1!)

Postby Sharklad » Sat May 12, 2012 4:14 am

Do continue if there's more. :)
If you scream, you shall be gagged, simple as that.

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #1!)

Postby Hybris » Mon May 14, 2012 1:44 pm

Sharklad wrote:Do continue if there's more. :)


Of course there is more! I've just gotten started, trust me ;) I'm a busy person though so sometimes I'll take my time to update.

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~Part 2: The attack~
No, not the kind of attack you would expect. No sudden movements or unexpected tying in this part. You'll see:

The next morning, I woke up and looked around. The curtains did a great job in blocking out the light and even though the clock displayed "8:32" it was perfectly dark in our room. After I was done staring at the digital clock's glowy red numbers, I turned and looked at Joanne, who was still on the other side of the room. I couldn't see it, but apparently, she was awake. She must've seen my movement or my open eyes, since a quiet "Good morning" entered my ears. "Morning." I replied, continueing my one-way staring contest. I was still too sleepy to start a conversation or get out of bed, and Joanne seemed to notice, because she turned around and we continued resting. I found the collar still encircling my neck and I fiddled with it silently. At around nine, she spoke again. "Still awake?" She asked. I confirmed that I was indeed awake, and I remember her asking if I'd like to start today's fun. Well, I guess not many of us would've said no. She switched on a small light (Small, but still like 'MY EYES ARE BURNING') and got out of bed. She reached under the bed and pulled out a white plastic box, then put it on her bed. I could hear her searching through whatever-was-in-there and after a couple of seconds, she had picked her pickings. She smiled at me as she walked over to my part of the room, holding a few restraints in her hands. I didn't get a very good look at them until she fastened them to the corners of the bed, which were conveniently consisting of poles. With a bit of cooperation from my side I was quickly fastened into them and there I was, kept spread-eagle for the very first time and I hadn't even had my breakfast for the day yet. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I struggled, but the only thing I could achieve was jumping up and down. Joanne, who had sat upon her bed watching me, wasn't pleased with this and tied my body down to the bed with a rope. It wasn't much, but it did the trick. She went back to watching me, obviously amused, before she made another suggestion. "Want to have breakfast? I could bring it here." "Sure" was my reply. Without another word from any of us, she pushed the door open and left the dimly lit bedroom to prepare breakfast.

I struggled more while she was gone just to make sure there was no way to squirm out of the wide leather cuffs, but it wouldn't budge. It took about a minute but then it happened. The attack.

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Now first, let me try to explain what a panic attack is. If I fail to be clear, well sorry, check Wikipedia, though they list the worst-case scenario.
During a panic attack, I would go into a shivery, fearful state in which I'd like to just like, curl up and wait for death. Since that is how it feels, as if you're having a heart attack or something similar. Of course you are perfectly fine but it is very hard to remember that at that point. For me, when it happens it usually does when I'm alone in a new situation. It's hard to understand for someone that has never experienced one, but believe me, it feels like the end of the world.
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I jerked on the restraints, struggling hard to get out. It didn't work. They entrapped me too well. It made things worse, and I continued struggling heavily all the way until Joanne came back into the room. I later had her describe my situation: I was breathing heavily, I was sweaty and hot, my eyes were squeezed shut and my wrists and ankles were red and sore even though the restraints were soft. I was shivering as if I were some old man on the verge of death and tears had formed in the corners of my eyes. It had been a very good thing that I once, before we met, had told her about my panic attacks and because of this, she almost immediately knew what was going on. She rushed to my bed and undid all of the restraints, keeping me down on the bed and stroking my side softly. As she comforted me, the attack subsided slowly and I felt more and more stupid. I had blown the opportunity to be tied up for now. Not like I could help it, and luckily, she realized. It took me at least 30 minutes to recover myself properly and after I had done so, we ate breakfast pretty much without a word. That morning and a large part of the afternoon, neither of us felt like it was the time to try things again. We had all week.
"I expected you to be more of a struggler, boy."

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby Sharklad » Mon May 14, 2012 10:32 pm

Oh no, that sounds terrible, I hope you were okay in the end. Hoping to read more of your stories.
If you scream, you shall be gagged, simple as that.

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby TieMeUpTight24 » Tue May 15, 2012 1:50 am

I get panic attacks sometimes to, it's awful. It's to bad you had one that ruined being tied up. That's what I worry about happening to me , when/if I get tied up again soon, I don't want it to ruin a good time like that! Anyways hope that didn't happen to often to you, look forward to reading more from you!

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby snotball » Tue May 15, 2012 9:56 am

its a trap

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby Hybris » Tue May 15, 2012 1:03 pm

Sharklad wrote:Oh no, that sounds terrible, I hope you were okay in the end. Hoping to read more of your stories.


Not done with this one yet! :P

TieMeUpTight24 wrote:I get panic attacks sometimes to, it's awful. It's to bad you had one that ruined being tied up. That's what I worry about happening to me , when/if I get tied up again soon, I don't want it to ruin a good time like that! Anyways hope that didn't happen to often to you, look forward to reading more from you!


Really, you do? :o Glad to know I'm not the only one that knows what it'd be like.
Same here, not done yet. We had a whole week, remember? I'm at day 2 right now ;)

But a note to everyone, I don't know how long it will be until my next update...
"I expected you to be more of a struggler, boy."

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby Hybris » Tue May 15, 2012 2:20 pm

Surprise! We're doing it now.
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Late in the afternoon, after we had had our dinner, I had gotten over what happened that morning. Joanne knew that my attacks wouldn't affect me for more than a couple of hours too, since I had told her, and as we tried to think of what we could do that evening she came gently said "Well, we could try it again. Only if you want to though. I won't leave you this time." It wasn't until now that I realized she was really really addicted to seeing me tied up. Well, better for me, huh? I agreed, "Alright. I wouldn't refuse such an offer." She said "Well, let me think then.." It took her a while, but then suddenly, she nodded and grinned "Actually, I would have saved it for later but I think I'll try it now." We went into the living room where she switched on the tv, although both of us knew that we wouldn't be watching anything but each other for a while. She hurried upstairs while I sat on the couch, waiting for whatever she had in mind when she spoke of 'it'.

After only half a minute or so, she came back down the stairs and into the living room, where she moved the curtains in front of the window so we wouldn't be seen. I followed her with my eyes as she did, and after we were blocked from the outsude world, she walked into the hallway to pick something up. What I saw her carry when she walked back in made my eyes widen in surprise: The long sleeves that ended in straps and the pure white fabric (Except for the neck, which had a red stripe. Anyone out there know why?) unmistakably formed a straitjacket. "It's not like I'm insane." I joked, but her words were too well planned. "Yes you are. You admitted that you liked being tied up and that makes you insane. Now stretch your arms in front of you." Her smart reaction rendered me at a loss of words and I just did as she said. My arms went in the sleeves first and I remember her tugging the collar that was still around my neck up a bit. Then she fastened three, maybe four, straps on my back, and there was also a strap from the front of the jacket in between my legs and it was fastened to the back, making it impossible for the straitjacket to move up. Joanne pulled my arms through a few loops on the front and fastened them in the back, which I must say very effectively restrained me. The jacket was kinda snug but not too much, and if I tried moving my arms up (Which seemed to be the only possible direction they would go in) the loops that held them combined with the strap in my crotch would stop them. When I asked her where she even got gear like this she said that she had bought it online. Why not? Not like she was in a shortage of money.
She allowed me to walk around in the straitjacket a bit and I was quickly getting used to it. She asked if I was enjoying it and when I said yes, she chuckled. "I told you, you're insane. I won't take it off for a while, I guess." "Well go ahead! I don't care" was my reply this time, and I tried to find a way to loosen the straps. There was none, and after a few minutes, we both got bored and Joanne bound my ankles together. Now that I couldn't walk around either, we sat on the couch to watch tv, again with me leaning against her. Occasionally, I would try to move and find movement impossible, and whenever I looked at Joanne, she would just smile at what she saw.
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Too tired, I shall sleep. Goodnight. :D
"I expected you to be more of a struggler, boy."

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #3!)

Postby Sharklad » Tue May 15, 2012 7:30 pm

Straightjackets you say? Oh wow! They're such a turn on for me, haha! Sleep well & do carry on, I'll be looking forward to the next part. :)
If you scream, you shall be gagged, simple as that.

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #3!)

Postby Spreadeagle » Wed May 16, 2012 5:08 am

loving this story mate, nice one. cant wait to read more
Always looking for new TUG buddies :)

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby cellofello » Thu May 17, 2012 4:19 am

Hybris wrote:... and the pure white fabric (Except for the neck, which had a red stripe. Anyone out there know why?)


Sounds like a Posey straitjacket. The different sizes have different colors on the neck. My theory is that when you're using them in a mental institution, it's faster and easier to identify the size you want by the color rather than having to look for a tag.

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby Sharklad » Thu May 17, 2012 4:38 am

cellofello wrote:
Hybris wrote:... and the pure white fabric (Except for the neck, which had a red stripe. Anyone out there know why?)


Sounds like a Posey straitjacket. The different sizes have different colors on the neck. My theory is that when you're using them in a mental institution, it's faster and easier to identify the size you want by the color rather than having to look for a tag.

Oh! That's a good fun fact! So what color represents what size?
If you scream, you shall be gagged, simple as that.

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #3!)

Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Fri May 25, 2012 7:19 am

Great So Far :)

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby tiedupbiker101 » Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:26 pm

TieMeUpTight24 wrote:I get panic attacks sometimes to, it's awful. It's to bad you had one that ruined being tied up. That's what I worry about happening to me , when/if I get tied up again soon, I don't want it to ruin a good time like that! Anyways hope that didn't happen to often to you, look forward to reading more from you!

sometimes i get panic atacks to I hate the mental feeling and it ends so quickly for me I get right out of the mental state of freaking out

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #2!)

Postby tiedupbiker101 » Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:27 pm

by the way great story

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #3!)

Postby BoundBadBoy » Wed Sep 25, 2013 2:20 pm

Pls continue your gret story! I would love for something like thid to hsppen to me, but by my girlfriend, when i get one....
I won't struggle, i promise! Just pull that rope down so i can reach it easily.

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #3!)

Postby tiedupbiker101 » Sat Jan 04, 2014 8:51 pm

pls continue!

Re: Wonderful Week (F/M) True Story (Update #3!)

Postby TicklishCosplayBoy » Tue Feb 11, 2014 3:08 pm

Please, I don't want this thread to die! Continue please!
Tickle me, I dare you! See what it gets you! Well, probably not much because I secretly enjoy it :P