I have been thing myself up all my life. At first I would just use a piece of string or a belt to tie my ankles together. I also took my mum's hair scrunchies to tie my hands behind my back. Gags would be a scarf tied over my mouth. I didn't know better and wondered why they didn't stop me talking and always fell off. My mum would catch me playing these games sometimes. She seemed to laugh and was more concerned about me breaking her hair scrunchies than me being weird.
One day mum was in the kitchen with my aunt, or possibly my gandmother. It was a long time ago. I was maybe 6 or 7. As I said I've been thing myself up as long as I can remember. Anyway for some reason there was washingline on the table. I don't know quite how but I must have begun playing with it. Mum began to wrap it round me and I held my hands behind me. She didn't tie my wrists together but just pinned my arms to my sides. She didn't even tie areal knot, just slipped the loose end under a few of the turns. Anyway for a young boy who fantasized about being tied up this was excellent.
I said it was short but it was 20 years ago and I can't remember the details too well.