Anyway, here goes nothing:
It’s been many years since those days at the summer camp my brother and me went to, but I still remember them clearly. Maybe it’s because I met a guy there, whom I was to marry later on in life. As I said maybe, I don’t know.
We didn’t meet again until we were both in our late teens, but we discovered that we still had a burning passion for TUG: s.
We went to the same high school and lived close to each other so we started walking to and from school together. One day I invited him to do his homework together with me, because he had complained that he couldn’t get the peace and quiet he needed at his house. Any way, when we came home, we went to my room (my brother and I had separate bedrooms by now) and I sat down by the desk to start studying. Suddenly I heard a gasp behind me. When I looked around over my shoulder, I saw him staring at something in my closet (I had accidentally left the doors ajar in the morning) “I seem to remember a similar kind of belt,†he said whispered. “I knew a very pretty girl once, who wore it, at a summer camp a few years back. I seem to remember, that she liked to tied up as well. Can you remember that, too?†he asked.
“Yes, well, actually I can†I said hesitantly, clearing my throat. “That’s a chastity belt and that girl would be me! It may surprise you to know, that I’m still small enough to wear it. And I still like to be tied up, from time to time.†When I saw a light of interest come on in his eyes, I took a deep breath and asked “In fact, I sometimes likes to have my hands tied up in front of me while I study, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get it tight enough. Would you like to give it a go?†When I asked him that, I thought he was going to faint. “I can give you instructions if you want to,†I went on.
“No, that won’t be necessary,†he said. “I think I still remember how to do it. But could you do something for me? Could you wear the chastity belt for me as well? Please?â€

“Of course I can,†I said. “But I’ll need your help with the locks. First, I have to pull down my pants to put it on, though. Are you going to stay here while I do that, or are you going to wait outside in the corridor and I can give you a shout, when I need you?â€
“I’ll stay in here, if you don’t mind?†he said.
“No, not at all!“ I pulled down my pants and put the belt on and he locked it. Then he took a piece of rope I gave him and tied my hands together, firmly but not painfully.
“Wow,†I said. “Have you been practicing?â€
“No, I just have good memory.â€
When he was about to leave two hours later, I put my hands, still bound together, around his neck and kissed him thoroughly. “Thank you for an afternoon to remember,†I whispered. “Let’s do this again, real soon. Please? I‘ll even wear a short skirt the next time, so you can have a proper look at the chastity belt, when it is in its proper place.â€
He looked like someone had hit him over the head with a sledgehammer.

From that day on we became an item, as they say. We either went to my place or his to study, but no matter where we were, we always started our afternoons with the same ritual. I always wore a skirt, sometimes with and sometimes without panties and together we put me in the chastity belt and then he tied my hands in front of me. As the years progressed, we did less and less studying and found ourselves more and more often on the bed, sometimes with my hands tied to the slats in the headboard. But always cuddling.

After a couple of years, we got engaged and soon after we were married. That, my friends is my lives story, up till now.
The end? We'll see.
