A story I found on a yahoo group that's been inactive (like most yahoo groups) for a long time.
After supper on the evening of the day on which I was deposited at my new boarding school by my parents, I was "welcomed" by my 4 dorm mates and introduced to the good old British private school institution of initiation. I was already a passionate bondage enthusiast, having been involved in self bondage and tie-up games with various relatives and buddies since my earliest childhood memories.
My 4 mates explained to me that my initiation involved being tied up (my heart skipped ten beats!) in a store room adjacent to our dorm block and me having to either escape or spend the entire night in pyjama'd discomfort on a dusty cold floor!
Aching with anticipation, and some degree of fear, I was led to the store room and placed, face down, on the smelly linolium floor whereupon, with the aid of a few miles of cotton rope and a sackfull of rags, my new buddies set about rendering me secure and helpless. My hands were tightly tied behind my back (but REAL tight!) and my feet bound together at the ankles. With awesome expertise, my upper arms were tied to my body and my feet tied up to my hands in what I later learned was a "hog-tie". About 6 feet of rag strip was then wound around my mouth and head in a combination cleave/detective gag and, as a grand finale, around my eyes in a somewhat extravigant blindfold. I was then left, breathtakingly immobile and exploding with sheer pleasure by my giggling captors.
I made absolutely no attempt to escape from my bonds - the experience of being truelly expertly tied up for the first time in my life was just too exquisite to bring to an untimely end! I really couldn't move a single inch in any direction. I couldn't even wriggle within the tight bonds which secured my arms, wrists and legs and there was not a knot to be found within finger-feeling range. Even if I had wanted to free myself, escape was out of the question. I just totally relaxed to the erotic (yes, even at that tender age) sensation of complete and inescapable constraint.
They came and released me exactly 3 hours later (they took great glee in informing me that they had timed my pathetic inability to free myself, to the minute). I actually resented being freed, though I took the opportunity to challenge them to a "re-match", thus precipitating a period of almost continual tie-up games which endured for the 5 years I remained at that particular school and, in fact, carried over to my secondary school years.
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