## Busted by my friend and meeting his sister (f/self, f/fm)

Post by WishPaladin » Fri Oct 26, 2012 10:54 pm

Second time I repost this since it disappeared twice during the site maintenance.
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I'm Sarah, sixteen years old and 5'6” tall. If it interests you, my hair is chestnut brown and reaches halfway across my back. My eyes are brown as well. I've been interested in bondage ever since I was little, even going as far as secretly tying up myself in my room when my parents weren't home. The story I'm about to tell started on such a day. It was Saturday, and my parents were going to leave after lunch until late that night. I knew this was my chance to try out the roll of cotton rope I had gotten my hands on.
After my parents had left, I cut the rope into several strands of different length, tying off the edges with a short piece of duct tape so they wouldn't start unraveling. I then went to my room and stripped down until I was standing in my underwear. It would be a lot more comfortable and exciting that way. When I was done, I was wearing nothing but my black panties and a matching bra. I quickly put a pair of scissors on the floor on the other side of the room just in case.
It was time to test out the new rope. First, I took one of the smaller cords and wound it around my ankles, strictly cinching it off. I had no reason to hold back on the knots there since I would use my hands to free myself afterward anyway. Next I took two more pieces of rope and respectively tied them just above and below my knees. I then tried moving my legs apart. Of course I couldn't budge them an inch. Phase one was complete.
Suddenly it dawned on me that I had forgotten to take out something to use as a gag. Because I didn't feel like releasing the ropes I had carefully tied, I hopped to my closet and took out a scarf and a pair of panties. I stuffed the panties into my mouth and tied the scarf over it. The experience would have been incomplete without these.
I was now back on track, so I continued with what I had planned. I wound a rope just above my waist and used a slip knot to fasten the other end to the middle of a wrist coil I had prepared. Before I used it, though, I noticed that I still had another cord left. Deciding to make good use of it, I tied it to the bonds around my ankles and connected it to the wrist coil, too. That way I would end up in a loose hogtie with a crotch rope when I would finally tie it around my wrists.
Barely able to contain my excitement, I laid down on my belly on the fluffy carpet in my room. It tickled a bit on my bare skin. I carefully held my arms behind my back and put them through the two openings in the wrist coil. Finally, I searched for the loose strands of the slip knots of both the crotch rope, wrist coil and the rope connected to my ankles and gave all three of them a good pull until they tightened enough. My plan had been a complete success!
Now that I was laying completely bound and gagged on the carpet with a crotch rope running between my legs, it was of course time to enjoy it a bit. I struggled against my bonds like crazy, imagining that I was a poor damsel in distress who had been tied up by a burglar. I pretended to cry for help, but only muffled sounds got through my gag. Of course, even if I had been able to make a sound, no one would hear it since I was home alone.
No matter how much I struggled, the ropes weren't coming loose. There was no way that my legs were coming apart either. I couldn't even stretch them out completely because of the rope running from my ankles to my wrists. If I bent my knees enough, though, I found that I could easily move my arms up and down because the hog tie wasn't really strict. Of course, moving my arms like that let me tug a lot at my crotch rope which was slowly driving me crazy.
After a while, I was more focused on the cotton rope rubbing against my private parts instead of struggling against the bonds. As I got closer and closer to a climax, I started pulling the rope more violently. I screamed in my gag when I almost got there. All other thoughts faded completely.
I was about to get to the finale. I felt extra aware of all the rope pressing against my skin. Around my ankles, around my knees, around my wrist, between my legs. I was completely tied up and helpless. All those feelings flowed together as I finally got to the height of my orgasm. I let out a few moans of pleasure. The tingling sensation in my private parts was intense. It had been my first time trying out a crotch rope. I was definitely going to use that again in my future self-bondage sessions.
Satisfied but tired, I let my hands rest on my back. Weakly, I struggled a little more against my bonds. Yep, they weren't coming loose at all. I realized it might be better to just worm myself to the other side of the room and use the scissors. I would rest a few minutes first before I would tackle that challenge. I threw a look at the clock. It was almost 5 pm. I had spent more than an hour tied up on the floor.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps downstairs. Impossible, I thought in panic. Was it a real burglar? Or were my parents back already? I hadn't heard the front door opening, but that might have been because I had been off in my own world. I quickly tried to crawl to the other side of the room. The footsteps were coming up the stairs!
“Sarah?” I heard a voice ask. I recognized that it belonged to Adam, a childhood friend of mine who lived in the same street. “Are you in your room?”
Of course I couldn't answer. I thrashed around in my bonds, desperately trying to get out before it was too late. But there was no way I would be able to free myself in time. The ropes around my wrists loosened a little bit because of my fierceness. It wasn't enough. Adam was already at the doorknob. I prayed that I hadn't forgotten to close it.
My prayers went unanswered. Adam walked in. He was in the same class as me, and was sixteen, just like me. For a second that seemed an eternity, he stared at me with an incredulous look. I could feel my face flushing beet red.
“Sarah, what happ– ” He stopped mid-sentence. His gaze had stopped on the rope between my legs.
Realizing that my panties were soaking wet because I went all out just before, my face turned from red to dark purple. I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
Adam just stood there silently for a moment. I thought I heard him whisper “Ah, I see.” To my surprise, he just closed the door and left. That had been the most embarrassing moment in my life!
After Adam was gone, I soon got my hands free. My frantic struggling had had some effect at least. I didn't even need the scissors. Now if only I had gotten out a little bit earlier, Adam wouldn't have seen me like that. I didn't think I would be able to look him in the face again.
I rested a bit on my bed to calm down. Afterward, I went downstairs to eat dinner and watch some television. All the time I kept worrying about what Adam would be thinking now. When I saw him at school after the weekend, I was terribly anxious as he approached me. Thinking back about what had happened, my face immediately flushed red again. It seemed as if he had forgotten about it, though. Or at least he pretended that it had never happened. I felt really glad about that. However, I didn't know yet about the surprise that the future had in store for me...
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A few weeks after the previous incident, I got a call from Adam asking me to come over to his place for a swim. It was an unusually hot day in April and I knew his parents had a swimming pool. Of course I agreed, although I hoped that he had completely erased from his mind what he had witnessed a few weeks before. It would turn out he hadn't.
When I arrived at Adam's home, I was greeted by his stepsister, Ellen. She was a girl a year older than Adam and me. Her mother had married Adam's father a few years after his parents' divorce. At that time I had barely turned ten. Compared to Adam's short blonde hair, Ellen's was a whole lot longer and darker. She was wearing a bright red bikini top with similar panties.
“Hi Ellen,” I greeted her. Contrary to me, she was a really extravert person. Whenever she had joined Adam and me while we were playing games, she had always been the boss.
“Come in,” she smiled. “Adam's already taking a dip in the pool. You should get changed as well.”
Not suspecting anything, I stripped down to my green bikini and left my clothes in the living room. I went outside. Strangely enough, there was no one in the swimming pool.
“Hey Sarah, hold your arms in front of you and close your eyes, then count to ten,” Ellen said, suddenly sneaking up behind me and putting her hand on my bare shoulder.
“Like this?” I asked, still wondering where Adam could be.
Before I finished counting to ten, I felt something metallic around my wrists, followed by a click. I opened my eyes. Ellen had put a pair of handcuffs around my wrists!
“You're my prisoner now, so you'll do everything I tell you, right?”
We had played a similar game years before where we tried to capture each other in handcuffs. Back then, the rules had been that the captive had to follow the captor's orders. It had been fairly innocent back then, though. Judging from Ellen's mischievous grin, she was definitely plotting something a lot less innocent.
“Where is Adam?” I asked.
“Oh, I caught him before. You can't wait to join him, can you? Come on, I'll take you there.”
At that point, I realized that she was up to no good. She took me to the basement in their house which I knew had been remodeled a bit as a playroom. The first thing I saw there was Adam in his swim shorts. To my shock, I noticed that his arms were tied behind a pole. He was blindfolded with a scarf and had another one covering his mouth.
“Ell– mmph!” My sentence was cut short by a soft pink rubber ball that was shoved between my lips.
“I'm the captor, so I'm the only one who can ask questions, Sarah. I hope you're gonna enjoy this. At least I know I will!”
Ellen tackled me, pushing me on a couch. I tried getting her off me, but she was too strong. She rolled me around so I was lying on my belly with my arms stretched out. She sat down on my legs with a piece of rope she had snatched from behind the couch. When she started winding it around my ankles, I just gave in and stopped struggling. Frankly speaking, I was getting a bit excited.
“Now that's a good girl!” Ellen said, gently patting me on my butt. She had tightly bound my legs together with rope. She did the same thing just above my knees. Next, she uncuffed my hands to tie them crossed behind my back. She then made me stand up so she could tie a rope around my waist to connect it to my wrists through my legs. She made sure to make it a lot tighter than what I was used to during my self-bondage sessions.
“Mmph!” I shivered in excitement as she gave it a good pull.
“Looks like you really love this, don't you?” Ellen continued, making my lie down on the floor next to a hammock that was hanging there. “I'm not done yet, though. I don't want you squirming around all over the floor.”
Ellen took out a small ladder and threw a rope over a hook on the ceiling to which the hammock was fastened. She then tied it to the bonds around my ankles, tightening it enough so my butt was hanging just a little bit above the ground. By now I was pretty sure that she had somehow found out about my little kink through Adam.
“That should do it.” Ellen proudly admired her work.
I was at the complete mercy of Adam's stepsister. My legs were firmly secured together and suspended in the air while my hands were tightly bound behind my back. Even the slightest movement caused the rope between my legs to rub against my bikini panties. I tried struggling a bit, but Ellen had done an incredible good job. She definitely wasn't a novice at this kind of thing.
“Hmm, I'm going to let Adam enjoy this show,” Ellen grinned.
“No!” I protested. Of course, it only sounded like “mmph!”
When she took off Adam's blindfold, his eyes met mine and both our faces flushed red. I didn't get to look for long, though. Ellen quickly obscured my vision with the scarf.
“You can watch all you like without being embarrassed, Adam,” she said with a mischievous tone in her voice. “It's not like she can see when you're looking. I'll be back in a minute.”
Said minute seemed to last for ages. I knew that Adam was probably staring at me that very moment. Somehow, being seen in such an embarrassing position was actually turning me on. I felt the urge to start pulling the rope that was pressing against an oh-so convenient place, but I just couldn't do it. That would be just too embarrassing. The urge got stronger with every moment, though, and I could feel that I was getting rather wet. I knew that all the time Adam might be looking at me.
I tried struggling for real against the bonds. This movement pressed the rope tighter against my private parts. I couldn't help but let out a muffled moan. It felt so good... No, I couldn't start doing that in front of Adam! I did my best to ignore the rubbing feeling against my panties. I tried turning around. The rope suspending my legs held me back. There was also no way to get my arms in front of me with my feet dangling in the air like that. My nipples were probably getting way too visible through my bikini.
I felt the crotch rope again. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I couldn't ignore that feeling any more. I just had to find a way to release myself, either literally or figuratively. I finally chose the latter. Adam watching or not, it didn't matter any more to me at that point!
“Oho, you're putting up a nice show, aren't you?” Ellen commented. I hadn't heard her enter the room again. “Looks like that turned you on too, right Adam?”
“Mmph!” I heard Adam protest indignantly. My face turned dark purple again as I realized Ellen was probably pointing to something very well visible through the swim shorts the boy was wearing.
“Oh dear, Sarah, look how much you're sweating. This should cool you off a bit.”
Before I realized what was going on, I felt Ellen's hand slip under my bikini top. She was holding something very cold. It was an ice cube! She dropped it. I screamed in my gag. I thrashed around like crazy in my bonds, desperately trying to get the ice out of my bikini. The movement made the rope rub against my panties again. I was on the verge of exploding. Just a little more!
I felt an icy coldness against my private parts. Ellen had slipped an ice cube between my legs under my panties! I shivered, struggling with all my might. The fact that none of the ropes got any looser only turned me on more and more. Just a little more. Just a little more! I no longer cared that Adam was watching. It was only me and the ropes. Being blindfolded made me all the more aware of them. It made me all the more aware of the helpless situation I was in. Ellen could put another ice cube under my bikini any moment now.
Instead of putting more ice on me, Ellen tickled my suspended feet. I frantically tried moving them out of the way. I could feel myself at the very brink of the climax. I barely noticed how Ellen's moved her fingers under the rope and started rubbing following a steady rhythm. I was moaning loudly in my ball gag, but I didn't care. I only cared about that amazing tingly feeling. Finally, I came. It was the most powerful orgasm I had had in ages.
I was moaning and panting in my gag in pleasure. Ellen didn't stop, though. She tickled my feet again. I was tired, but I still had some power left to struggle. She gently caressed my legs for a moment, then switched back to tickling me all over. When she felt I was reaching another climax, she put her hand between my legs to rub her fingers against my private parts again. I had another orgasm. Ellen wasn't done yet. She repeated the same process a few more times until I was finally and completely spent.
Ellen released the rope suspending my legs so I could lie stretched out on the floor. I was panting heavily in my gag, utterly exhausted. That had been my most amazing experience ever.
“That's way more intense than doing it alone, huh?” Ellen asked.
I couldn't help but nod in agreement. Ellen then slowly started untying Adam and me. Ellen told me that Adam had once busted her when she had been doing self-bondage in her room, and since then they had been playing around whenever their parents weren't home. She also explained that a few weeks ago he had come home completely flustered. She had heard him out until he had confessed that he had seen me in my room all tied up. That's when Ellen hatched her plan to invite me for the session I had just experienced.
I was still a bit embarrassed about what Adam had witnessed, and he still appeared to be embarrassed as well, but the awkwardness disappeared after a while. We spent the rest of the day normally, playing around at Adam's home and in the swimming pool until their parents got home. I returned to my house with a big smile, happy to have found out that my childhood friend and his stepsister were into bondage like me.
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THE END
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### Re: Busted by my friend and meeting his sister (f/self, f/fm

Post by thedarkdefender » Sat Oct 27, 2012 5:20 am

Very cool story. Hope to hear more like that.

### Re: Busted by my friend and meeting his sister (f/self, f/fm

Post by sarumansauron » Sat Oct 27, 2012 9:08 am

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Busted by my friend and meeting his sister (f/self, f/fm)

Post by shonnazz45 » Fri Oct 20, 2017 11:20 am

I know that's a pretty old story, but I just have to tell you I tied myself like that a couple of days ago and waited for my bf to come home(we moved in together a couple of months ago). When he did, he had a better reaction than Adam, but I think it would be better if I tell you that in private