"Tie me up," she said

Postby markusthe1st » Mon Jun 13, 2011 9:16 am

One afternoon about ten years ago my partner and I were sitting on our bed watching TV with a close friend of ours. We had just moved into a new house and the best TV in the house was in our room, which became the living room for the time-being. At one point in the show - it was a crime/detective show - there was a woman tied up and gagged by the "bad" guys. My partner, knowing me all too well, started poking me playfully. I started poking back and before we both knew it, a small wrestling match broke out on the bed.

Our friend, not knowing what to do, just scooted out of the way and told me, "If you need my help, I'm here." About two seconds later, she starts having an asthma attack! I grabbed her inhaler, and after a couple puffs she blurts out to both of us, while still breathing real shallow, "Tie me up!"

My friend was like, "What, are you serious?" He looked over at me and repeated, "Is she serious?" Knowing her all too well, I just nodded yes. Now, when an opportunity like this comes along, let me just say that I'm the last person to turn it down. But her asthma attack kind of freaked me out - in the many times I've tied her up before this point, it never happened.

She just said, "Tie me up" again, more playfully, putting her wrists together in front of my face for me to see. Then again, "Tie me up."

Our friend was starting to like the idea. We had known him for about six months and could definitely trust him with "our little secret", especially since he had previously shared with us that he was seeing a married woman about a week earlier. At 5 feet 11 inches and trim, with black hair and dark complexion, he had little trouble meeting women.

"Tie me up," she said again, even more playfully. Her breathing was back to normal and she stuck her hands in front of my face, wrists together, yet again. She was having a blast teasing me. Our friend suddenly blurted out, "Let's tie her up!"

"Yes, let's," I said. I grabbed some rope from my closet and handed a six-foot section to my friend. From her perspective, two men were appraoching her with rope in hand now. She put her wrists together out in front again, grinning from ear-to-ear. I said, "Oh no you don't - you want to get tied up so bad, we're doing the tying. Hands behind you."

She was sitting on the edge of the bed giving me puppy dog eyes, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank top. "Behind you," I said again, placing the rope in front of her face.

"Oh okay," she said. I had her scoot back onto the bed and while I bound her wrists crossed behind her our friend tied her ankles together. We left her like that for a couple minutes, with her hands and feet tied, and went downstairs to get something to drink. When we returned, our little captive was trying to untie her ankles! She's really flexible, and I knew the couple ropes we tied her with wouldn't hold her for long.

Our friend did a servicable job on tying her ankles, but I could tell from the way he tied them that he didn't have much - if any experience. But he did tie the knot in front, making it hard for her to reach.

"I think we need to finish tying you up now," I said. My friend smiled at me. I could tell he was having a blast.

"Very funny," she said, "I am tied up - see?" She waved her bound wrists around behind her for effect.

"The way I see it, you begged me - begged us - to tie you up, right?"

She nodded.

"We'll, we're going to give you what you asked for."

"Very funny," she said.

I knew she was enjoying our little game as much as I was, because if she wasn't she would tell me in no uncertain terms! I grabbed a bunch more rope in the closet and handed another section to my friend. After sitting her back up, he started tying her knees while I tied her wrists to her upper body, thoroughly wrapping her breasts and arms together, then wrapping more rope around her waist and crotch.

By the time we were finished, she was really tied up. She tried to struggle, but could only move a little bit. My friend had gone a little overboard on tying her legs, with rope wrapped around her ankles, knees and thighs.

Combined with the way I had tied her upper body and wrists, I think that this was one of the most tied-up experiences she ever had. Hey, she asked for it!

"Are you two having fun with this, or what? Are you done?"

I reached down and kissed her, but didn't answer. Our friend did though, saying: "Well, I sure am!"

"How's your breathing?" I asked her.

"Much better, can't you tell?"

"Good," I said, as I reached down and grabbed a bandanna, "because we're not quite done yet." If it hadn't been for the asthma attack, I would have gone all out with stuffing her mouth and sealing it with some duct tape, just for effect. Instead, I tied the bandanna between her teeth, mostly for show. I took another and blindfolded her with it.

"She looks pretty tied up now, don't you think?" I asked my friend.

"Hell yeah," he said.

She struggled on the bed, trying to move this way and that, but all she could do was bend her waist and shake her wrists a little. She made some soft sounds through her gag as she struggled.

I jokingly said, "We should tie her ankles and wrists together, just to be sure," at which point she moaned a louder, pleading, puppy dog whimper through her gag. My friend grabbed a piece of rope that quickly, but I nodded "no" and waved my hand.

"Well, she asked, right?"

My friend said something along the lines of "a woman always knows what she wants."

I laughed, and my friend looked at the clock and said he had to leave, so I walked him out, leaving my partner on the bed while I did so. He was very excited about the whole thing and asked me if I did this very often. The honest answer was "No and yes," because it wasn't an everyday thing, but often came in waves, where we would spice up our love life with roleplaying. This was the first of only a few times that someone else had joined in, though. And one of our most extreme tie-ups.

I brought a glass of water upstairs and pulled her gag off to give her a sip.

"Thanks," she said.

"You want me to untie you know?" At this point she had been tied for well over a half-hour, and I figured she wanted to be free.

"Give me another half-hour, okay?"

Let me tell you, she never ceased to surprise me! I gagged her again and went back to watching TV, while I rested an arm on her bound and gagged body. I finally untied her a while later.
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

Re: "Tie me up," she said

Postby I'm So DelusionaL » Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:11 pm

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Re: "Tie me up," she said

Postby markusthe1st » Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:32 am

Thanks! I have lots more -but not as much time as I'd like. I haven't even started on my early years with my two cousins. I need to write one of those soon, because they were pure childhood tugs.
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

Re: "Tie me up," she said

Postby ana-tie91 » Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:15 am

i just wanted say i realllllly liked ur story :o

Re: "Tie me up," she said

Postby markusthe1st » Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:42 am

Thanks - to me it's all about being playful, you know? A little teasing, nothing too strict for too long, you know, FUN!
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

Re: "Tie me up," she said

Postby markusthe1st » Fri Jun 24, 2011 9:01 am

She told me afterwards that she really enjoyed "having two men just really tie her up."
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!