[another from my sweet but adventurous friend "Lauren" -- Charlie]
Hi again from Lauren, my TUG fan friends!
I don't have another real tie up story written up yet, but I can't resist telling you one more naughty thing at least tangentially related. It's about a "game" I started playing as a teenager with blindfolds.
I'm sure I told you about my fascination with people getting tied up, straitjackets, handcuffs, and similar stuff (but if I forgot, you've probably figured it out by now). But I don't think I told you about my fascination with blindfolds. The helplessness that goes with not being able to see while others can see you has given me a thrill for as long as I can remember.
I think when I was in kindergarten I went to a birthday party for a friend from my class. It was a big outdoor party on a beautiful spring day. Her Mom and Dad had all kinds of games, and a bunch of them involved being blindfolded. Some of the kids didn't want to play, but I was the first to volunteer for every one of them.
I especially liked a blindfold tag game. I like touching and being touched. It was so exciting to not know when you were going to be touched, or where, or by who. Of course we were innocent little kids and we weren't thinking about the things I think about so much now.
At some point when I must have been in elementary school, I first saw someone wearing a sleep mask. I had no idea what it was or why they were wearing it, although it was obvious they wouldn't be able to see. I asked my Mom and Dad about it, and they explained how some people used them to sleep better when it wasn't completely dark. I was fascinated, and I wanted one very badly.
My parent indulged an awful lot of my experimentation. This one was pretty easy. Because of their business they had to travel a lot, and some airlines would give out free sleep masks to their passengers, particularly on long overnight flights between North America and Europe. The next time Dad was on one of these flights, he brought one home to me. I loved it. I slept in it every night for a long time. Between Mom and Dad, they must have gotten me masks from almost a dozen different airlines over those years, and I tried them all. Of course I liked the ones that put me in total darkness (no peeking!) best of all.
Later, as a teenager, I started doing my own clothes shopping more and more. I also started having much naughtier thoughts about blindfolds than just games for little kids. I found this one sleep mask at the mall that was incredible. It was all black with fake fur trim, and it felt so incredibly soft and sexy. It was this big oversized thing that covered all the way from up on my forehead to well down on my cheeks. When I had it on, I couldn't even tell if it was day or night; it was absolutely black, and not even a tiny faint sliver of light got through.
Unless it was ridiculously cold, I usually slept naked (and I still do!). If you read my earlier stories, you know I grew up in a family with a very relaxed attitude about nudity at home among family. Nevertheless, I pushed boundaries. On the warm days of spring and summer, to get a nice breeze I'd have my bedroom window and door wide open. I wouldn't used any sheet or covers; I'd just sleep on top of my bed completely naked.
Light from outdoors, and light from within my house if others were up annoyed me, but with my wonderful big sleep mask, I could shut it all out. So for those teen years in the warm season, I'd just get naked, lie on my bed, put on my mask, and I slept wonderfully.
Of course I knew everyone else in my house could see me. It made it even more exciting that I couldn't tell if somebody was looking at me. Of course it was just Mom and Dad and my favorite (and only) brother Andy, but that was enough. I love my body just the way it is and I have quite an exhibitionist streak (ha ha, get it). The thought that some guy could be in the house I didn't know about and he might pass my room and look in the open door was one of my little fantasies. He could look me over and check me out from every angle and I've never even know. As with so many of my little fantasies and inventions, it was the naughtiness of the idea that made it so exciting.
Sometimes I think my Dad thought my behavior was a little over the top, but he was very tolerant. After he got over the initial shock of my sleeping like this, he took it in stride for the most part. He had grown up with a brother and three sisters and none of them ever thought twice about being naked in front of each other, so this wasn't really much of a stretch for him.
Once he was used to it, Dad would sometimes do something I absolutely loved. Most nights in my teen years, Dad and Mom went to bed earlier than Andy and me, but every so often I'd be the first one to bed. When Dad was ready to go to bed too, he'd come into my bedroom, announce himself with "good night my beautiful angel", and he'd hug me and kiss me. I'd hear his voice and feel his wonderful hug on my bare skin, but with the mask on I would never see him. Mom would sometimes do the same thing too.
But I could always count on Andy. When Mom and Dad went to bed early, which was most of the time, he'd be the last one up. I got him trained well; the last thing he'd do each night was to stop by my room, lie down and snuggle me up nice and close for a few minutes, kiss me goodnight, and then go off to his bedroom and go to sleep.
As you can probably guess, that sleep mask did come out a lot when Andy and I played our tie up games, but I'll have to tell you about the next one later.