My name is Lindsey, and I'm 16 years old. The first time I was tied up was when I was twelve years old. I had long blonde hair that flowed to the middle of my back, and I was average height. Here's how the story went.
My babysitter and I were sitting on the couch, watching television. A scene from a show we were watching showed a woman tied up with rope, and she had a gag in.
"Ooo, I bet she's having fun," my babysitter, Janet, laughed. Janet was 45 years old, and she had thick brown hair.
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Have you ever been tied up like that before?" She looked at me.
"No, is it fun?" I wondered.
"Well, why don't I tie you up, and you can tell me for yourself!" She said, smiling.
"Okay, that sounds fun. There's nothing else to do, anyways."
"Exactly. I brought some duct tape with me, let me go get it." She left the room for a very short time, and came back with two rolls of tape.
"Do you really need two rolls, Janet?" I asked.
"I don't want you to escape on me, dear. Of course I need two!" She sat down next to me, and pulled my arms behind my back.
"Make your hands into fists, dear." I did as I was told, and she began to wrap my entire fist with the grey tape. After that was done, she crossed my wrists, and wrapped them together too. It was really, really tight.
"Do you have to make it so tight?" I asked.
"Yes. I do," she said plainly. "I'm not going to let you out for a very long time, so I need to keep you as secure as I can."
She then started wrapping the tape around my stomach, pinning my arms to my back. She did the same thing with my shoulders. After she had finished wrapping my torso, she began to wrap my legs.
"I haven't tied someone up for a very long time." She said. "I'm glad you let me do this, Lindsey."
My legs were now completely tied.
"Well, I guess I like it. You can untie me now, right?"
She laughed. "No, no, no dear! I need to keep you like this for a while yet!" She then took a strip of tape and placed it over my lips, sealing my mouth shut.
"How about I keep you like this for an hour, and then I untie you?" I thought about it, and nodded. That seemed fair enough.
The hour passed, and it passed quickly. I was soon let out, but only after I promised not to tell my parents about it. Before my parents got home, she told me that I could expect to be wrapped again next time she sat for me. I got really excited, but acted like it was no big deal.