## The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by TUfriend » Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:52 pm

I guess you could consider this a response to those "How would you tie me up?" thingies that for some reason never make it to the right forum of the same name. This starts with a true conversation that developed into a daydream that I actually had. Also, really out of my style, it's m/f from the captives POV, so if it seems lacking its because I don't usually write first person and I don't do /f tie ups.
Oh, and as usual, if you want to read my last fictional story, "History Project", click here.
Thanks to xtc and Jason Toddman for taking time out of their day for their opinions on the first section.
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The Spark
The sound of autumn leaves crunches beneath my feet as I step outside onto the front steps of my High School. That stat test was much more difficult than I expected. Soon after, my friend Rosa steps out onto the steps wearing a black trench coat, black boots and jeans.
"Oh my god, John," she begins talking to me, "that was so hard. What did you get for number 7? The Z-score was like 2.15 right?"
"I think that's what I got," I answer. I never really remember exactly what I write on tests.
"So, what are you doing this weekend?" she asks.
"Nothing much, homework, hanging out," I try to avoid mentioning my self-bondage plans for when my parents aren't home.
"That's nice. I'm probably going to catch up on my shows that I've missed because of the APUSH(AP US history) project," the TV addict converses with me about the kinds of shows she enjoys, that I disapprove of: Honey Boo Boo, Hoarders, My Strange Obsession. Then the spotlight gets turned on me, "so what shows do you watch? Let me guess, nerdy shows like Fringe or Doctor Who?"
"Well, yes, I do like Doctor Who but I also like CSI, and Criminal Minds, but I haven't had time to watch a lot of TV lately. I read a lot though."
"Oh, I rarely read, even when we have to for English; Sparknotes. But I have read 50 Shades of Grey."
A flag goes up in my brain. "You did," I say, intrigued.
"Yeah. One time Diana used some tape to tie my hands together, and I found it exciting so I tried reading it. It was interesting."
This is where fact becomes fiction. What really happened:
"Oh, the late bus is here, I've got to go."
What should have happened:
"Ooh, so you're into that stuff," a devious smile spreads across my face.
"Well... I..." searching for an excuse, her face becomes a tomato of embarrassment.
"It's okay," I assure, "so am I."
The confession calms her and she smiles too. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"So... Who do you tie up?"
"Myself."
Her eyebrows come together and her mouth remains slightly open, showing confusion in her face.
"But, how do you get out?"
"I have some sort of release mechanism. A key frozen in ice, scissors, a knife. When I'm done, I can free myself with a little effort."
"So you're experienced?"
"I guess. As much as a high schooler could be."
"So... Uh... Would you... um... want to... tie me up?"
"Sure. I don't see why not. My parents are going to be gone all weekend. I'll text you my address."
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The Virgin's First Time
I wake up on Saturday morning and see a text from Rosa: "can i come ovr?" So I text her back and she replies: "On my way!" Silly iPhones.
I quickly change into kaki cargos and a maroon and grey long sleeve shirt.
Fifteen minutes later, and there's a knock on my door. Rosa is standing on the porch in her black trench coat and jeans. I open the door. "Let's get this thing started," she says coming through the door.
She opens her trench coat revealing a green cardigan over a white shirt. She takes her boots off and walks around in her green ankle socks.
"I can't promise anything like 50 Shades of Grey, but I'll show you what I can do," I warn her.
"That's fine, I just want to feel what it's like to be tied up."
"That I can do."
I start with a simple chair tie. "Sit down." She sits in the chair. It is cushioned and has two armrests that bend down to connect to the seat forming a closed shape. It also has four legs to tie her legs to. I grab a soft white rope I've laid out already on the table. I start with a clove hitch around the left arm of the chair and start winding. The rope spirals up her right forearm to her elbow cocooning it so that her hand protrudes the end with her fingers wiggling like tentacles of a deep sea monster. I finish the knot with another clove hitch and tuck both ends in and out of the spirals to limit the risk of wandering fingers or teeth(if she can even reach.
I repeat the process on her left arm. "Is it too tight?" I ask, making sure her first real tie up wont scare her away by causing her to lose a hand to two.
"How do I know?!" She's suddenly stresses over not knowing.
"Relax, tell me, can you still feel your fingers? Do they feel cold on the inside?"
"No... I mean... Yes... I can feel them, they're not cold."
"Then they're not too tight."
"Good, time for the legs."
Two more albino snakes climb up her legs from ankle to knee. Two green feet stick out wiggling like the victims of boa constrictors. "Too tight?"
"Nope, it's good."
I grab more rope for her torso. I start with the end of the rope wrapped once around her waist and tie the knot so that it is in the back of the chair. From there, I wrap up her skinny torso, around her green cardigan, and under her arms. When I reach her chest, I'm confused. I've never tied a girl before and the rope keeps sliding off. I decide to tie above and below her breast, which causes them to stick out. I finish with another knot behind the chair. "Can you still breathe?" Again, I make sure that she's comfortable.
"Yeah, just fine. If feels so comfortable to not have any worries. I can just sit and relax for once." Try hard students don't know how to enjoy life.
She begins to test her bonds; her calves and biceps flex, her feet wriggle around, her fingers start searching. She tries to shift her seating, but the rope holding her chest bounces back. Finally, her fingers find the woven ends of the rope. "Hey, wait!" I stop her before she can go any further.
"What?"
"I'm not done."
I take two small coin bags and put them over her hands. I then us duct tape to secure her fingers into fists. The squid has become a legless, grey headed, white bodied creature.
"Well that's not fair! How am I supposed to get out?" she asked.
"Who told you you could get out?"
Again she started struggling. An evil though planted its seed in my mind. I grabbed the back of the chair and tipped it. Not enough to make her fall over, but to the point it would open the adrenaline floodgates.
"EEEEEK!" she screamed.
"Rosa, be quiet."
"I'm sorry... It's not my fault. You tiphhd mmhHH!"
The green sock just flew right off of her foot and into her mouth. A bandana took pity on her hair and replaced the possibility of duct tape holding the sock in.
"Hmph," she glared at me. Rosa is the kind of person who will strike fear into the hearts of my male friends with a single glance. I just laughed it off like usual. Instead, I went to retrieve my "cat" (eh the jig is up) dog. My dog likes bare feet, specifically for licking. After pulling off the other green sock, my dog had a field day sparking shrieks of dampened laughter from Rosa.
I let her sit in her torture, feet desperately looking for escape, calves tense, body shaking, while I looked for a good show on TV. A few minutes later I found what I wanted , "Oh look what BBC America is playing, a Doctor Who marathon!" But she was too busy to notice. So I walked over to her and grabbed her entertainment system. "That's enough, puppy," I said as I turned Rosa toward the TV, "the Doctor is trying to save Rose from living plastic, and he can't do that if she's being licked to death by an adorable thing like you."
Rosa groaned, realizing that her next torture would involve a "nerdy TV show".
So we watched the 9th Doctor and Rose in their travels through the first season until 1:00. "Are you hungry? Do you want lunch?" Rosa nodded. So I started making grilled cheese.
I took off the saliva soaked sock, cut lose her fists and untied her forearms. "This actually is a lot of fun," she said. It's relaxing to not be able to move. "
We ate our grilled cheese and continued watching the marathon. Every so often I would look over and see her trying to reach the knots behind her back, but they were out of futilely out of reach.
We watched and talked, and soon she began to start liking the show. By 3:00, it was time for her to go. I untied her torso and let her do the legs. I let her "borrow" one of my sister's pairs of socks because she didn't want to wear her own. She put her boots and trench coat on and said, "Thanks for letting me try that."
"No problem. I've never tied up a girl before."
"Oh, well, maybe we should do this again. And definitely, we have to watch more of this show."
"Maybe," I said, but inside, I knew she would always be just a friend, a new Whovian friend.
Last edited by TUfriend on Tue Dec 04, 2012 4:45 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Heil Toddman, the Wonderful Wizard of Odd
I'm a nerd with a dangerous side.
See my most recent TRUE story, "SPL Initiation", here.
Read my most recent FICTIONAL story, "The Birth of a Whovian", here

### Re: The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by DMC13 » Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:33 pm

DOCTOR WHO! BOO-YAH!
I don't care.

### Re: The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by TUfriend » Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:48 pm

> boundfan46 wrote:hopefully they do it again,keep going great job

Unfortunately, I really didn't care for this story at all. I think I'll stick to m/m writing.
Heil Toddman, the Wonderful Wizard of Odd
I'm a nerd with a dangerous side.
See my most recent TRUE story, "SPL Initiation", here.
Read my most recent FICTIONAL story, "The Birth of a Whovian", here

### Re: The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by Rob66 » Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:50 am

I thought it was good!

### Re: The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by TUfriend » Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:08 pm

I'm not saying it's bad. I would never put down my own work, I just didn't have fun writing it.
Heil Toddman, the Wonderful Wizard of Odd
I'm a nerd with a dangerous side.
See my most recent TRUE story, "SPL Initiation", here.
Read my most recent FICTIONAL story, "The Birth of a Whovian", here

### Re: The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by Blaise » Wed Jan 02, 2013 2:16 am

Write what you like best then. it'll show!

### Re: The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by DMC13 » Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:29 pm

I'm just here for my Doctor Who fix by now.
I don't care.

### Re: The Birth of a Whovian(m/f)

Post by upinashes » Tue Feb 19, 2013 7:35 pm

Enjoyed this one, I will have to read your other stories also.