## My First Real One (f/m) - by some guy

Post by canuck100 » Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:40 pm

A great story i found on the internet wayback machine, originally from the "Aw's Lurkers Lounge" site.
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My First Bondage Experience ...Well, my first bondage experience that wasn't self bondage, anyway. This is my first posting on here, so forgive me if I don't "match" the rest of ya'll's stories.
I have always been interested in bondage, since I was like 5 or so, I guess, but never, EVER told anyone. You know, the whole fear of embarassment thing and all. Well, when I was 15, my first "real" girlfriend surprised me one morning, and I remember every little detail to this day (okay, so it's only been 2 years, but anyway...)
I guess I should first start out by saying that I am deathly ticklish. Sarah (my girlfriend at the time) had found this one out before we even started dating, and used it against me every chance she got. The worst spot has got to be the bottoms of my feet, but I'm just plain ticklish all over.
After we'd been going out for about 3 months, I finally got to spend the night at her house (she lived with her mom, and her mom was out of town for the weekend). We were the type of couple who could lay in bed with each other all night without "trying anything", so we trusted each other pretty well. The worst thing I feared was to wake up with my legs shaved (which she threatened to do several times in the past).
Well, we stayed up watching movies, and when we finally retired we were both bushed. Now, I'm the world's heaviest sleeper, while she's a pretty light sleeper, so you can guess who gets tied up here. I woke up about 7 hours after going to bed with Sarah in my arms, to the sound of her yelling at me to "Rise and shine!" I soon found that I wouldn't be giving any good morning hugs.
Apparently, she had ample time to plan this out and execute it. My wrists were tied back to the head board, together, and pulled TIGHT. My legs were tied together and pulled very tightly the other way, stretching me out pretty good. As soon as I realized what kind of shape I was in, it was all over. She was all over me, attacking my ribs, stomach, armpits, thighs, knees...and I was helpless against her!
It had to be 15 minutes before she gave me a break, and I could barely breathe. She went to the closet and returned with another length of rope, about 8 feet long. My eyes grew wide, and I exasperatedly asked, "What are you doing now!?" Without a word, she prepared me for the worst torture I've ever been through. It's important to note that I couldn't really move an inch in any direction; I was pretty much immobilized, but she took it one step further anyway.
Now, if you've never had your big toes tied together, I must say that it's VERY effective for immobilizing your feet. Sarah did this, and then pulled the rope through the loop in the swirly thing at the top of the headboard on the bed, thus pulling my feet perpendicular to my legs. My feet were completely immobile, and this, I learned, made the tickling a thousand times worse! It's bad enough when all you can do is wiggle your feet around, but when you can't move them at all, your brain turns to mush.
After promising to do anything she wanted me to if she would only please please please stop, I was slowly untied, with teasing tickle attacks here and there, and then taken up on my promise...so I spent the rest of the weekend in a dress (which was the alternative to having my legs shaved). I was also tied up and tickled frequently, though nothing as severe as that morning.
THE END
some guy