First off, dammit. I spent a couple of hours writing up my tale and when I was done and clicked submit I lost everything. It prompted me to log in (which I was when I started typing!), and all was lost. So again, dammit. I doubt that this time around will get the same attention as my first go around. With my tip for future writers here out of the way (copy your text before clicking submit or preview) I will give this one more go.
The story I am about to share is the first memory I have of a being tied up. I am now in my 40’s so the specifics have been lost to time and may be filled in with some assumptions on my part. In whole, the event is true to the best of my ability to reconstruct it. Seldom do I write for entertainment or storytelling, so please go easy on the amateur author. I have plenty of stories, and if the time spent is of value to the viewers, then I’m happy to return to share some more.
My First Time Tied, two girl friends.
I was quite young. It’s hard to pinpoint how old I was other than reverse engineering a rough timeline. My best guess would be that I was about 10-12 years old. It was a mild summer day, and I was hanging out with my best friend, Leslie. She was my first friend when my family moved to this small town. I believe she found and befriended me. I say this because I have always been a bit shy, so that seems more than likely how it began. We often went for long walks around the neighborhood and talked about whatever it is kids talked about then. TV, movies, how much our families sucked and things like that. Leslie had a come and go friend, Sarah, who would sometimes join us. She was fine, but whenever she was around, then we would end up doing the more girlie things. This was fine but often I got bored. We decided that since my parents were gone that we should hang out at my house. Who likes parents at that age? They showed up and each had bags of what they thought would be fun. It was things like makeup, nail polish, and whatnot.
Ugh, I thought. We were sitting on the floor in the garage to stay out of the sun. I soon got bored of watching them play and talk about how pretty they were in makeup. I leaned back against the wall and pretended to fall asleep. I added some snoring sounds to make it even more convincing. I’m not sure they noticed or cared for some time. I started to doze off after sitting with my eyes closed for so long. I heard them joking that they would put makeup on me. Leslie came up on my left side and leaned in to whisper “are you asleep?”. I did not react. Sarah asked, “Do you think he’s really asleep?”. Leslie replied “Let's find out” and began applying makeup to my face. I kept up the ruse. Sarah joined in and they worked together on giving me a makeover. I should have been upset. That’s not very boy like. I rather liked it though. Leslie straddled my left leg as she kept on working. I remember this distinctly because she had recently started the ritual of shaving her legs. We had played together often and her legs were always smooth or peach fuzzy. The change to occasional friction stubble was something new. Her knee was right in my crotch. I felt a little tingle of something. I was the center of attention and they were very gentle as they went about their business. Occasional giggles and they debated which color to use or how dark or light something should be.
Leslie rose up and stepped away with Sarah to talk about something out of earshot. I heard them rustling about but was unsure what they were doing. Tempted to peek but did not want to give myself away and held fast. They came back over and Sarah kneeled down straddling me. She reached around and gave me what seemed like a hug as she pulled my back away from the wall. I could feel her breath on my neck but she was careful and gentle as she held me there. Then Leslie reached behind me and pulled my arms together and quickly made several loops around my wrists with rope.
A game that Sarah had introduced at some point was what she called “Tie em’ Up”. It was a pretty simple game. One person got to tie the other up, and they would then have to get free. There wasn’t much for rules. You could use whatever you could find and take as long as you wanted and the victim had to wait until given the go-ahead to try to escape. I’m not sure how many times we played this game. Every once in a while. We were not good at the tying up part at all. Never was it much effort for the victim to get out of the poorly tied easily reached bowknots. Being young we were ridiculously flexible while not brilliant at knots.
So, I knew what this was. Another round of Tie em’ Up. Two of them or one of them made no difference that I could think of when it came to this game. I felt Leslie making a knot after completing the loops around my wrists. It was the usual tie – loose and while I couldn’t see it, I knew it was messy. Even if she had a good knot which was rare, then we all had the same trick where you sit down and shimmy your hands down the back of your legs and then bring one foot then the other through so that you can get your hands in front of yourself. This would bring the knots into easy view, and if you couldn’t just loosen them up, then you could use your teeth. Look at us smart little escape artists huh?
Sarah was still holding me away from the wall, and now I felt her looking down my back at what Leslie had managed to do. She leaned away and whispered something to Leslie. Leslie said “Ohh.” then took another piece of rope which she used as a cinch. She wrapped that parallel to my arms going between my wrists and upper arms then pulled it tighter and tighter. Wait I thought. Sarah’s new trick left my wrists now tied tight. Very tight!
They did their bit for Tie em’ Up and I let them put makeup on me so it was time now for me to get myself untied. Or so I thought.
[To be continued]