## How would you tie me?

Post by jb99 » Thu Jun 17, 2010 11:40 am

Saw this as the subject of a post in TUGs talk, posted by LikesItTight with a photo (it's still there). I posted the first bit of this story in response. He liked it, I suggested that I turn it into a story and he agreed. I PM'md him the extended first part which he liked, and I hope you do too. Feedback is always appreciated, and if you want to see more please say so.
Part 1
You're walking back from school. You're on your usual route which takes you through a small business estate.
You're listening to your I-Pod.
You stop. You look around. Something seems different today.
You're not sure what it is but don't pick up that there's no-one else around.
You start walking again.
Suddenly a hand clamps itself around your mouth, hand gagging you.
At the same time your arms are pinned to your sides by another arm which wraps itself around your body.
The music makes you disorientated, and then abruptly stops. Your earphones are pulled out and stuffed in your shirt pocket with your I-Pod.
Before you can react you're dragged backwards through a doorway. The door slams shut, natural light has gone, almost abstractly you notice strips of tape hanging off a nearby girder.
This shocks you and you start to struggle, but it's already too late.
You feel cold steel against your wrists as they are cuffed together behind your back. In what appears to be slow motion the hand gag is taken off, the hand pulls a strip of tape of the beam and plasters it across your face, sealing your lips together in one effortless movement. Another strip follows, and the hand rubs roughly backwards and forwards across your mouth ensuring a tight seal.
You're now kicking and struggling like crazy.
"Don't do that, you'll only make it worse". The first words from your captor.
He drags you further into the room, spins you around and kicks away your legs.
Face down, you land on something soft. You flinch, before you realise that itâ€™s not the concrete floor that you were expecting to land. Small details, but it looks like you're on a gym mat from school. In your peripheral vision you see white rope. Your captor quickly lashes your elbows tightly together behind your back, pulling them almost together. he removes the cuffs only to bind your wrists together.
You kick out with your legs.
Grabbing each ankle in turn, your captor lashes it to the tops of your thighs and in a fluid movement pulls you up and around so you're body is now in an upright position, in almost a kneeling hogtie with your arms securely tied behind you forcing your shoulders back.
"I need to apply something more permanent to keep you quiet" The voice makes you concentrate. Your captor is holding what appears to be a large ball with a number of leather straps in his hand. You grunt, shake your head and try to struggle. You're not absolutely sure what it is but have a pretty good idea that it's not for your enjoyment.
He holds out his other hand. It's holding what is unmistakably a plastic bag.
"You have a choice, you either open wide and take this" he held up what you now know is a ball gag and head harness, "Or I apply this until you do" he waves the plastic bag in your face.
You hesitate. You've never had to make a decision so quickly in your life. Not that there's any choice, but your thought processes arenâ€™t quick enough.
Yet.
You nod, the tape is ripped from your face and almost before you can open your mouth the ball is stuffed in and the straps fastened around the back of your neck and over your head.
Your mouth is forced open by the ball and you realise that there is a small hole in the middle. You try and push it out with your tongue, but it doesnâ€™t move.
Taking the tape, your captor wraps it around your fingers, binding them together. He pulls more tape from the beam and continues to bind your hands together. He stops. You canâ€™t see, but your hands and fingers are completely covered with tape.
He steps away and looks at you kneeling at his feet, legs in a frog tie and arms bound securely behind your back, lips wrapped around a large red ball stuffed and strapped into your mouth.
He seems to tower over you, you feel totally helpless.
He steps in again and, surprisingly, carefully undoes the next two buttons on your pristine white shirt. He reaches inside and rolls your nipples between thumb and forefinger applying pressure to each until you grunt. That's all the gag will allow. He clips a clothes peg around each nipple and chuckles when you grunt. He knows that the pain is nothing to what you'll experience when they are taken off.
"Told you not to struggle".
His next move surprises you, He takes a comb from his back pocket and proceeds to comb your hair, arranging it around the head harness so that it falls over your right eye. Itâ€™s almost as if he realises how important this is to you. You shake your head, almost defiantly to get a better view.
He smiles
He pulls the I-Pod from your pocket leaving the earphones and starts to walk away. Stopping by the door he reaches over and plugs the I-Pod into a player and you hear music.
Clarity.
You realise that the music means no-one outside will hear what little noise or muffled screams the gag might allow you to make.
He opens the door and turns and looks you in the eye.
"This door will only open from the inside. I'll be back in 3 hours, if you're still here then I'll have my clippers with me so expect a pretty severe haircut, a number one at least"
He turns away.
The door slams.
You go cold as his last words sink home. Anything but the hair. You start to panic and struggle. You canâ€™t free your hands from the tape.
You fall over onto your side. Youâ€™re already hot and perspiring. You hate sweat. Your once pristine white shirt is not now and has come untucked from your waist. You hate looking scruffy. Your futile struggles continue.
You know what a hogtie is. Youâ€™ve seen pictures of hog ties. Youâ€™ve dreamt of being hogtied. You feel cheated. You ought to be in a proper hogtie but youâ€™re not. Youâ€™re in the proper position for a hogtie but youâ€™re not hogtied. Youâ€™re in a virtual hogtie but itâ€™s not real. The only bit thatâ€™s missing is the rope linking your wrists and ankles, but itâ€™s not there and you feel even more cheated. It would make no difference to the way youâ€™re laying, or your ability to free yourself but itâ€™s not right. Your first time in proper bondage and you donâ€™t even get to be properly hogtied.
You stop.
This is stupid, you think. I ought to be trying to free myself, not worrying about hogties.
You concentrate on your hands. He left you with your shoes on, so youâ€™re able to get some leverage against the soles to try and peel off the tape.
Success at first, but then it gets harder. You donâ€™t realise it, but as the tape is rolled down your hands it binds together, keeping your hands and fingers secured but making it more difficult.
You continue trying to work the tape off in blissful ignorance that youâ€™re actually making things more difficult.
Youâ€™ve no idea of the time, your shoulders, arms and legs are starting to hurt. Not that youâ€™d care at this stage. Youâ€™ve managed to roll off the mat and onto the hard concrete floor. This hurts. You stop work on your hands and try to regain the mat.
Your jaw is aching from the gag. Youâ€™re grunting now with the effort of every movement. The music continues in the background but you donâ€™t hear it. Youâ€™re drooling now and very thirsty. You donâ€™t realise it but your hair is a complete mess, streaked with sweat and your shirt is filthy from the dust on the concrete floor. Youâ€™re normally so careful with your appearance but itâ€™s lost all importance.
Something has changed
You stop, trying to identify what it is.
No music.
You start to scream and yell into the gag hoping that someone will hear. You manage to roll over to face the door.
Someone has heard. Thereâ€™s someone inside the door that is firmly closed. He starts the music and steps forward.
Your captor has returned. He holds up something in his hand. You recognise hair clippers.
Has it been 3 hours already?
He moves forward, smiling. You freeze in fear. Heâ€™s got something in his other hand, held down by his side. You wonder whatâ€™s in it.
He speaks.
You lie rigid on the floor at his feet.
â€˜I think youâ€™ve had enough for the first time mate. Looks like I was right to bring you a change of clothesâ€™ he raises the bag.
He reaches into it and pulls out a camera.
â€˜First some pictures, no-one will believe the state youâ€™re inâ€™ he laughs
You wilt into a heap, grateful that itâ€™s almost over, but wishing it wasnâ€™t. Youâ€™re oblivious to the camera, savouring the last moments of bondage, of the hated gag. The first time is nearly over, will there be others?
Who knowsâ€¦â€¦â€¦..

### Re: How would you tie me?

Post by jb99 » Thu Jun 17, 2010 2:14 pm

Quite a few reads already, anyone want to see more?

### Re: How would you tie me?

Post by squirrel » Thu Jun 17, 2010 9:49 pm

I do

### Re: How would you tie me?

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Jun 17, 2010 10:30 pm

Good story so far.
I think you should have gone for a more distinctive title though. There are so many threads asking this very question and using this title that many people, including me, are starting to ignore them altogether. And a story like this deserves a title peoples' eyes won't glaze over as mine almost did.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: How would you tie me?

Post by jb99 » Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:46 am

Thanks for the feedback, I had second thoughts about that after I'd posted it. Not sure if the nice friendly moderators could change it for me as suggested?