Hi. I have seen this forum for awhile and think it is about time to post something.
My first tie up game came when I was about 11, and it involves one of my younger sister's friends, Stacy.
Stacy was a couple of years younger than me, 7. And she was over playing a game of hide and seek with my little sister Anne and a few others. The rules simply were if you could remain hidden and not found for a particular period of time, and no one else matched that time, you got some prize. It always bored me so I never played. But anyway, at some point in it, Stacy came to my room and asked me to hide her. At the time I was doing homework and really did not want to be bothered, so I told her that if I did she would have to be tied up. In fact when I said that I really doubt I really thought she would say yes, so when she did I was abit dumbfounded.
When I gathered my thoughts on the matter and realized she agreed to my condition, I got up and gathered a few things. The sash off my bathrobe and a belt. I then walked behind her and tied her wrists crossed together behind her back o a figure 8 pattern. Then helped her sit down by the headboard of my bed so she would be out of sight from the door, and used the belt around her upper arms to hold her to the bed so she could not stand up or walk away.
I remember when I was done she asked if she was to be gagged or something, and I said something like talk if you want to be found like that. then I when to my desk and finished my homework.
I do remember her struggling for abit. It kind of turned me on cuz she still had her school uniform. Plus I kind of like the way she moved while bound like that. She sat there quietly for awhile without talking looking around at her situation. Then struggled abit. Then just sat there watching me without saying anything.
After abit, someone came to my door and asked if I had seen Stacy. I told them I had but was doing homework so was not paying much attention to her. (which was true). They left to look in the attic and other places inside before going back outside.
When I was done with my homework, I sat and talked to Stacy without freeing her, mainly because I liked having her tied. She never complained about it or asked to be untied. She seemed different in a way I could not explain.
When it sounded like everyone had given up on finding her, I asked if she was ready to be found. She softly said no, not really. Then looked up at me and said, But if you want me to go I will.
I paused to soak in that moment before letting her go. She did move around abit to check her circulation and rubbed her wrists abit. Then after a hug she left.
I think about that incident off and on, but in that humble beginning, I began to play tie up games.