Friday 13th STUG.

Postby Gothit » Sat Feb 14, 2009 10:07 am

Hullo, its be a while since I made a contribution.
I gotta warn you now, this story is probably poorly written... I never WAS known for my writing skills when it came to stories.

STUG - Self Tie Up Game

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We all know about Friday 13th and its magical powers of evil, but not everyone believes it.
I semi-believed in Friday 13th.

Well yesterday, Valentines Eve, I got bored (college ends early for me on Fridays) so I thought I'd give a little STUG a try.
I bought 25 meters of clothes line a few moths ago for £1 (BARGIN). I used it a lot already, but nothing very existing happened.

Incase you don't know about me or haven't read my last stories, I better describe myself. I'm a 16 year old male, tanned and a rather wimpy yet average build. I'm bad at describing I know... so here's a pic of me.
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I normally wear a home-made skirt, black tights and a black shirt during a STUG, and this time was no different.

So, I had the house to myself for the afternoon. Perfect for some STUGs.
Dressed in my usual TUG outfit, I dug through a box under my bed for my yellow stash of clothes line. I had cut out of it about 4 pieces when I first got it.
A 10 meter long piece and 3 5 meter pieces.
I also had a belt, pre adjusted to fit around my arms and chest, it was far easier to put in place and easy to take off... should my wrist be free that is.

I got to work with tying myself, nothing too extreme. I used a 5 meter piece to bind my ankles with a nice tight clinch. I used the 10 meter piece to do the same above my knees. I gave it a test struggle, nothing gave way. I loved using the clothes line, it was the first time I EVER felt so helpless while still being in control.
Now this bit is hard to explain.
I used my premade loop of 5 meter clothes line to ready my wrists.

I made it by making a long loop of clothes line. I tighten it as you would with a hair scrunchie; you fold it over on itself. Once I folded it a few times I use ONE loop and fold it over itself, this makes it just tight enough. The problem was I can't use wrist protection (no need really, it wasn't as harsh as rope). I did use wrist protection once, but thats another story.

Now that my wrist binding was ready, I tied it to my ankle bindings with some clothes line I left from the ankle bindings. Then I used the belt and slid it on as tight as it would go then I rolled over on my front to slide my wrists in.
They went in after a little struggle.
I was hogtied rather tightly.

I struggled and squirmed for half an hour or so, enjoying my helplessness when I remembered one of the things my tutor had said earlier in the day.
"Friday 13th"
I panicked a bit. This is meant to be the unluckiest day of the year... but I had done STUGs on Friday 13th before and nothing ever happened, so I calmed down and went back to wiggling. I pulled on the hogtie rope a bit, it really didn't want to give slack. I was enjoying my restrained movement when I pulled too hard on the clothesline and the one holding my wrists and ankle together snapped.
I realized I was in trouble, for it to snap I'd have to have pulled very hard, and if I did pull that hard then the wrist binding would have tightened.
I gave the bindings an almighty struggle, but no matter how hard I pulls I couldn't free my wrists.
It was bad luck, surely proof of Friday 13th really being a dat of bad luck!

It had been around an hour and a half by the point, I was still enjoying it but not as much as I had been before the accident. I was enjoying the true helplessness, but I was dreading the long winded lectures from mum and the odd looks from my step-dad. Every struggle I did wasn't a little fake struggle like it would be in a normal STUG but a real struggle, I was trapped for real after all.
I continued my struggling for another hour before my arms began to hurt from the belt, I had done it too tight.
So I decided to struggle as much as I could, straining myself to reach the knots holding my wrists together. I finally found one, but I forgot I usually tripple-knot with clothesline, as it has a habbit of being a little slippery so a double knot doesnt always hold it. So I gave up with that and tried to wiggle my wrist out with brute force, but it proved to be more painful than productive.
I rolled over and accepted my fate.
I began to hear the lectures already, about how its not normal for a 16 year old boy to be into bondage and that cross dressing just makes me seem like a freak.

It was around 4 hours since I tied myself up, when I began to just wiggle around to pass the time, when I realized the belt buckle was behind me! I still had a chance at getting out!
I unbuckled it, but the metal that goes in each hole refused to budge. All that hope for nothing. But I decide to mess with it, not like I could do anything else. I lost track of time by this point, I didn't really care what time it was and just wanted out.
Then as if by miracle the belt fell below my elbows. Not what I had expected, but it was progress. I managed to rotate my wrists so that I could slide them out, which took allot of struggling. I was weak from my struggles by this point, and aching all over, but I put both of that aside and went full force.
Pop, my wrists slid out!
The rest of the untying was easy.
I looked up at my clock, I had tied myself up at 2pm and it was now 20 to 7. I had been tied for around 6 hours and 40 minutes.

Feeling my legs and arms stretch after so long forced in the same position was like a breath of fresh air to someone who held their breath for 5 minutes.
I packed all my stuff away and changed into my regular clothes and then got about doing what any other teen does when they have a Wii in their room.

Friday 13th is now a day of NO STUG for me, if I hadn't had that stroke of luck I'd still be getting lectured now!


I got a few more STUGs and a cute little TUG I had with my little cousin coming up, so stay tuned.
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(Tell me what you think of this. I had to think about it for a few hours before I decided to upload this, so I wanna know if it was worth it)