I’ve always been interested in being tied up. You see it in the movies or on tv. Or read in a book or comic. So when I reached 13 I decided I would do it myself. My name is Robert, Rob for short, and I am just under 6 foot. I weight roughly 160lbs and have a pretty average, athletic body.
I get home on a Friday after school, my dad was on a fishing trip up north and left that morning. My sister was at school still with softball practice. So i decided that if I’m already going to tie myself up why not dress up a bit. I have worn girls clothes before, Halloween and when my sister and her friends “make” me (I let them do it.) I picked a Jean skirt with tan pantyhose. A blouse and camisole underneath. I also grabbed a pair of her panties and a bra to wear. My hair reached my shoulders so I put my hair in a ponytail.
Once I got all dressed I tried on a pair of her heels. The first pair didn’t fit but the Mary Janes did fit. Much to my pleasure. I then admired myself a bit in the mirror, I almost looked like a girl! It was weird, but I liked it. I don’t wish I was a woman, but I don’t mind looking like one.
I start out by grabbing some duct tape from the pantry in the basement and head back up to my room and close the door. I start to tie my ankles together. Then my knees above and below the kneecap. I then get a scarf that I had next to me and get a loop to tie my hands when ready. I put some duct tape over my mouth and wrap it around my head (I didn’t know it would pull hairs and ow.) I put my hands in the scarf and pull on it with my feet to secure my hands tightly. I admire my work a bit when I hear a noise from the front of the house. Oh no. She’s home early.
“Hey Rob, you here?”
I don’t make a sound but try to get the scarf off fast, but to no avail. I’m making a bit of noise moving around and I think she heard it. After what seemed like a minute, my door opens and there is my sister, Miranda. Miranda is about 5’ 10” and very athletic. She does softball, cheerleading, and hockey. So she’s stronger than me by a lot.
“So uh. This a bad time?” She laughs. I mmph back. She walks over to me and looks me over a bit. Then says “well. If you want to be tied up and dressed like me. I can do that. You just have to ask.” She then laughs again and looks down puzzlingly. She lifts my skirt. “Are you wearing panties?! Oh my god. This is too good.” I mmmph and motion to my wrists. “Oh no no. You get to stay tied up. In fact. All weekend I’m in charge. So says I.” She retorts in a matter of fact tone of voice.
She grabs the scarf and undoes it. But not to set me free by any means. She brings my hands around to my back and grabs the duct tape. “Now if you be a good girl, this will be easy.” I angerly mmph back. She just laughs. She brings my hands into fists and tapes around them. Then brings my wrists together and ties them as well. Looking me over, she goes “if you’re good I’ll untie you for dinner. Deal?”
“Mmph”
This was going to be a long weekend.

