Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby tiedquest » Mon Oct 24, 2011 4:26 pm

Chapter 1: Nadina’s bet

This is the story of how, at the age of 14, I was tied up for the first time. It was the summer of 1992 and, as so often around that time, my mum was travelling with work and her friend Nadina had come to stay to keep me company. Although Nadina was some 15 years older than me, she had a tomboyish enthusiasm for the science fiction books and television shows that I liked. My dad lived separately and it was good to have Nadina’s company during my mum’s trips. Nadina was a dowdy dresser and it didn't seem to occur to anyone, least of all me, that anything untoward might arise from leaving her in charge of a teenage boy.

One evening I was working on my homework and looked up to see Nadina thumbing through the brochure for a local college.
“Are you considering evening classes?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“To study what?”
“I’m looking at doing a course in knots.”
“Knots? What on earth for? Are you going to tie someone up?” I joked.
She laughed. “It’s part of a sailing course, you wombat. But I’ll tie you up if you don’t behave.”
“Really?” I said, raising my eyebrows. “I doubt any knots of yours would do the job.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Would you be willing to take a bet on that?”
“A bet?” I snorted. “What with? I don’t have any money.”
“We don’t have to bet with money,” she replied softly.
“What do you mean?” I asked, curious.
“For instance, if you win, I’ll take you to the cinema.”
“That sounds good,” I said. “And if I lose?”
“Then you’ll have to do something for me.”
“Such as?”
“Hmmm. I’ll think of something,” she said.

I had almost forgotten about our conversation when, a couple of days later, Nadina came back from work with a sports bag I hadn’t seen her carrying before.
“What’s in there?” I asked.
“A surprise”, she said.
“For me?”
“Yes, it is actually.” She reached inside the bag and showed me a coil of rope. “I brought something so we can to test my knots.”
My heart jumped with excitement. “You want to tie me up?” I asked. Are you serious?”
“Of course,” she said. “Hey, Timothy, you’re not backing down are you?”
“Er, no”, I said with more confidence than I felt. “I’m just surprised that you want to put it to the test.”
“Why not? I thought you’d be up for the challenge,” she said.
“Are you still offering to take me to the cinema?” I asked.
“Yes, absolutely. If you win, that is.”
“OK. And if I lose?”
She paused. “Easy. I’ll just keep you tied up a little bit longer. You’ll already be tied up as part of the bet anyway.”
“Is that it?” I asked cautiously. “It doesn’t sound too hard.”
“Exactly. So why don’t you finish what you’re doing here and then we’ll get started.”

Ten minutes later I was in my bedroom and Nadina came in with her bag.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked.
“I'll tie your hands behind your back and your ankles together, and then we’ll agree how long you’ll have to try and escape. Is that OK?”
I nodded.
“Alright then. Sit down on the edge of the bed and put your hands behind you.”
I did as she said. At first nothing seemed to be happening. Then suddenly I felt a loop of rope being slid over my hands and my wrists being pulled together.
“Wow, that was quick,” I said.
She didn’t reply. Soon felt her winding additional turns of rope around my wrists. It wasn’t very tight and I was starting to think this was going to be an easy bet to win. Then I felt her pushing a piece of rope between my wrists and bringing it back again. Moments later, there was a tugging on the rope and the bonds suddenly tightened. I gasped.
“Everything OK?” she asked.
“Yes. But that’s quite tight!” I exclaimed.
“It’s supposed to be. I’m trying to win the bet, remember?”
She then knelt down in front of me and started winding rope around to my ankles. A few moments later she pushed a piece of rope between my legs and I saw my ankles being drawn tightly together. She then tied a several knots on top one another. I suddenly realised, with a mixture of dismay and excitement, that I was going to lose the bet. She really knew what she was doing. She stood up and looked at her handiwork.
“Are you finished?” I asked.
“You must be joking.” She picked up another coil of rope from the bag and knelt on the bed behind me. She then wound several loops of rope around my chest and knotted the ends together behind my back, out of reach.
“Are you done now?” I asked.
“Not quite.”
She returned to her position in front of me and wound another piece of rope around my thighs, just above the knees. As before, she cinched the rope to make the binding nice and tight. She then tied the two ends together under my thighs. Seeing me watching, she explained, “This is so that you can’t reach the knot with your teeth.” Up to that point it hadn’t even occurred to me that I might want to try. I was feeling more and more helpless.
“Nearly done now,” she replied, “I just need to fix you to the bed now. Lie yourself down.”
I did as requested. She slid a rope under my armpits and tied the ends to the top of the bed.
“That’s to stop you rolling off,” she said. “Now try moving.”
I wriggled and felt multiple ropes restricting my movement up and down my body. It was exciting and scary. “I can’t move,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “All we need to do now is to agree how long you get to stay here. How about two hours?”
“Two hours? That’s a long time!” I exclaimed.
“Do you think you can get undone quicker than that?”
I felt the tightness of the rope holding me. “Er, probably not.” I admitted.
“OK, two hours it is.”

I lay there in gentle ecstasy, aching with aroused hardness, my heart thumping in my chest. After some time had passed, perhaps half an hour, my underwear had become moist and I couldn’t resist gyrating myself up and down against the bed. Soon I orgasmed, an explosion of pleasure and excitement which lasted much longer than I was used to. This was followed immediately by a sense of frustration and despair. What was I doing allowing myself to be tied up? How long was I going to have to lie there? I tried pulling against my ropes, but it was hopeless: Nadina’s knotwork was too good. I resigned myself to my situation, noticing that my shoulders were slightly uncomfortable. Gradually my desire for escape gradually faded and I reached a state of acceptance and calm. And then the thrill of being left tied up crept back into my consciousness.

The two hours passed by pleasurable. But my wrists were now starting to feel slightly sore and I was ready for Nadina to come and release me.
In due course she reappeared. “How are we getting on?” she asked.
I wriggled to show that I was still tied up.
“So you lost the bet,” she smiled. “Excellent. You know what this means, don’t you?”
I shook my head.
She sat down on the bed next to me. I thought she was going to untie me, but instead she stroked my arm. “You’re my captive,” she said. “Nice and helpless. I think another hour should do it.”
“Another hour!” I exclaimed. “But I don’t need any more time. You’ve won the bet.”
“Yes, and this is my prize. I get to keep you tied up a bit longer.”
“Eh?”
“Don’t you recall our agreement?” she asked. “You’re not going anywhere.” She patted my arm again. “Have fun.”
“You can’t leave me here”, I said. “It’s uncomfortable.”
“I can leave you there,” she said, “and I can make it three hours if you want.” She looked at me, waiting for a response, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I’ll see you later then,” she said. And true to her word, she didn’t come back for another hour.

To be continued...
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Re: Teenage memories

Postby SelenaGfan » Mon Oct 24, 2011 11:33 pm

Good story but is the person in this m or f being tied up?

Re: Teenage memories

Postby xtc » Tue Oct 25, 2011 12:50 am

A good, lucid start. Thank you.
I wonder if the m/f question matters at the minute? It might do later. I know what my interpretation is but yours might be different. We might both be enjoying the story.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Teenage memories

Postby tiedquest » Fri Oct 28, 2011 5:03 pm

Chapter 2: Secrets revealed

My bondage session with Nadina was exciting but also a little scary. I hadn’t expected her ropework to be so efficient or that she would be so strict. However, as the days passed, I began to look back on the event with fond memories and was keen to be tied again. Eventually I worked up the courage to suggest to Nadina that I’d like another go at testing her knots. Given her apparent enthusiasm for tying me up the first time, I thought she’d be keen to do it again, but she was strangely reluctant, telling me that I wouldn’t be able to defeat her knots and it would be a waste of time. I rather knew I wouldn’t be able to defeat her knots; that was part of the attraction. But no more bondage occurred during her stay.

A few months later, my mum was again overseas and Nadina was on hand to keep me company. I didn’t broach the subject of being tied and she didn’t mention it. In any case, I was occupied with another one of my interests, namely a passion for women’s tights, especially the sheer ones known as pantyhose in the US. I’d recently worked up the courage to buy some in a shop and was hoping to get some time alone in order to try them on.
My opportunity came on the Friday evening when Nadina went out for a drink with a friend. I waited for five minutes to ensure she hadn’t forgotten anything and then went into my room to try on the new tights. The flesh coloured nylon was especially smooth and soft, and I was hugely aroused by wearing them. Afterwards, I considered taking the tights off, but decided that I might as well keep them on a bit longer. I pulled my jeans on over the tights and went into the living room to watch some television.

I hadn’t been watching TV very long when suddenly there was the sound of a key in the front door. My heart leapt into my mouth and a sickening feeling developed in my stomach. I hadn’t occurred to me that Nadina might be back so soon. My socks and slippers were in the bedroom and there was no way I was going to be able to off the tights before she came in. I slid both feet as far under my chair as I could to minimise the amount nylon that might be seen and hoped Nadina wouldn’t notice.
“You’re back early," I said, my voice sounding pinched. “I thought you were meeting a friend.”
“She had a cold, so we decided to make it a short chat,” Nadina said, removing her coat and putting it on a hanger.
“Oh,” I said, desperately hoping my feet weren’t visible from her position. Fortunately Nadina didn’t seem to notice and went to her room to change. I took my chance and ran to my bedroom. My socks were there and I quickly put them over the tights. I would have preferred not to be wearing tights at all at that point, but at least my feet were covered. I felt a sense of relief.
“What’s on TV?” she asked, when I returned to the living room.
“Er, an interview show,” I said.
“Are you alright?” she asked, looking at me curiously. “You seem tense.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I responded. “I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. It made me jump.”
She laughed and said, “Well, I’m not a ghost yet.”

A little while later, I was watching TV and Nadina was reading a magazine when she suddenly said, “So how long have you been wearing tights?”
I felt myself going red. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“Tights,” she said. “Like the ones you were wearing earlier.”
My heart raced. I’d been found out. I desperately tried to think of a convincing explanation but there wasn’t one. “You saw them?”
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?” I said, feeling panicky.
“No, it doesn’t bother me if you want to wear tights,” she said.
“It doesn’t?” I asked, surprised.
“No, if that’s what you want to do. On the other hand, if you don’t want me to tell anyone, you’ll need to do something for me in return.”
“Such as?” I asked.
“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” she replied.

The following morning, a bright and sunny Saturday, Nadina left for her flat and told me to be ready for her return at eleven. I waited nervously, wondering what she had in mind. Before long she returned with the sports bag she had previously.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Guess,” she said.
“I thought you didn’t want to tie me up any more?”
“That was before.”
“Oh. So what’s different now?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to say?”
“No,” I said, feeling embarrassed.
“Anyway, I thought you wanted another chance to test my knots?”
“Yes,” I said slowly, not quite sure where this was going.
“Good. Then I thought we could start off by tying you to a chair and see how you get on. How does that sound?”
“OK,” I said, sounding more confident that I felt. Her previous reluctance to tie me up had disappeared. It was what I wanted, but it still scary.
“Are you wearing tights?” she asked.
“No.”
“Go and put them on. And then bring one of those tall chairs from the kitchen.”
I went into my bedroom and removed my tights from their hiding place behind a cupboard. I hoped Nadina wouldn’t walk in on me while I put them on. Aftwards, still feeling self conscious, I put my jeans and socks on over the tights. I then brought the chair as requested and placed it in the middle of the living room.
She looked at my socks. “What happened to your tights?”
“They’re on underneath,” I explained.
“Very well. Sit on the chair and put your hands by your sides.”
I did as she said. She knelt down and tied my right wrist to the vertical wooden bar on the right hand side of the chair and did the same for my left wrist on the other side. It was exciting to feel the rope being threaded around my wrists, knowing my freedom to move was gradually being taken away. She then used a long piece of rope to tie my chest to the back of the chair and some smaller ones to hold the tops of my arms to the wooden bars. Next, she wound some rope around my ankles and cinched it tight, and then roped my thighs together just above the knees. Next came more rope to hold my thighs to the seat of the chair and fasten my waist to the back of the chair. Finally, she applied to some rope to the bonds around my ankles and pulled my feet under the chair, securing the end somewhere out of sight below me.
“How does that feel?” she asked.
I tried rocking forwards and backwards, but my ability to move was severely compromised. I was even more secure than when I was tied to the bed.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I asked.
“Yes, I used to dress my younger brother in my clothes and tie him up when we were kids. I got quite good at it,” she said, smiling at the thought. And I also used to tie up my last boyfriend before we split up.”
“I guess I was never going to win that bet.” I said ruefully.
“That’s right,” she said. “But you didn’t really want to, did you?”
“I suppose not”, I admitted.
“Good. I have plans for you. You can expect to be tied up a lot more from now on.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” she said. “Now, I’m not really one for gags, but there’s something about you sitting there that makes me want to gag you. I’ll be back in a minute.”
She returned a moment later with a stocking, a roll of duct tape and some scissors. She rolled the stocking up into a ball and cut a piece of tape.
I frowned. “I’m not sure I want to be gagged.”
“You don’t have a choice. Open up.”
I opened my mouth and she popped the stocking in. It tasted faintly of fabric softener.
“Now close again.”
I did as she said and she sealed my lips with the tape.
She stepped back to look at her handiwork. “So here you are, all tied up and gagged and even wearing a pair of tights. Excellent.” She looked at her watch. “It’s nearly midday now. I reckon you can stay there until two”
It seemed a long time to be tied to a chair with nothing to do. “Mmmmm,” I said through the gag.
“Longer?” she asked. “OK, I’ll make it three.”

After she left the room, I took stock of the situation. I was wearing a pair of tights under my male clothes, I was firmly tied to a chair with no hope of getting undone, and I had a nylon gag in my mouth which rendered speech impossible. What’s more, I wasn’t due to be untied for another three hours. I knew from the previous experience that she would be unlikely to release me early. It seemed that discovering my tights fetish had removed her inhibitions, whatever they were, about tying me up.
It was hugely arousing to sit there and feel the firmness of the rope, knowing that a woman had put in this position. At the same time, the very limited movements I was able to make on the chair were not enough to provide any real sexual stimulation. It was both pleasurable and frustrating to be so turned on and yet be completely unable to do anything about it. Although Nadina came to check on me a few times, she made no effort to remove my gag or until my bonds. She was definitely strict.

To be continued...
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Re: Teenage memories - Chapter 2

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 29, 2011 12:27 am

Hello, god next part. I only exacted had he to strip the jeans and perhaps force him leotard before get bound. :)

“Yes, I used to dress my younger brother in my clothes and tie him up when we were kids. I got quite good at it,”

That sound also for like story that should told. :D
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Teenage memories - Chapter 2

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Oct 29, 2011 3:02 am

this story is simply fantastic.
thanks for writing it.

Re: Teenage memories - Chapter 2

Postby tiedquest » Wed Nov 02, 2011 5:52 pm

Chapter 3: Bedtime bondage

After untying me from the chair, Nadina told me I had the rest of the day to do what I wanted, but to be ready for a change in my sleeping arrangements. I could only guess what this would involve. I spent the evening reading computer magazines, watching TV and having dinner, although I wasn’t very hungry. Nadina spent most of the time curled up on the sofa with one of my science fiction books, which was very characteristic of her. It was somehow difficult to reconcile the Nadina I knew with the bondage fiend that had emerged.
Just before 10:30, Nadina put down her book and said, “Go and clean your teeth. I’ll get your things ready.”
I did as she said, feeling slightly apprehensive. What was she planning for me now? I returned to my room to find her sitting on my bed with some sort of black garment on her lap.
“This is what you’ll be wearing tonight,” she said, holding up the garment.
“What is it,” I asked.
“A leotard.”
I raised my eyebrows. “A leotard?”
“I came across it at home earlier. It should fit you.”
“I can’t wear that! It’s a female garment,” I said.
“So are tights,” she reminded me.
“But that’s different,” I said.
“Is it? I’m not sure other people would see it that way.”
I took the leotard reluctantly. So this was her plan. “Can I have a moment to get changed?”
“Of course,” she said. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Once on my own, I took my day clothes off and picked up a pair of tights with a light tan colour. I put them on and then pulled on the leotard. It was the first time I’d worn one. It fitted well on my lower body, but was slightly short in the arms and tight around the shoulders.
I called Nadina and I felt a bit self conscious as she came back into my room, but this quickly forgotten when I saw that she was carrying a large quantity of rope.
“I can’t have you taking off your new bedtime attire now, can I?” she said, seeing my look. “Now lie on the bed and put arms up above your head.”
My bed had two small wooden pillars that held up the headboard. Nadina leant across me and lashed my left wrist to one in the far corner. She knotted the rope behind the pillar, well out of reach of my fingers.
“Now your right wrist,” she said.
I paused, knowing that when my second wrist was tied, there’d be no getting undone. Seeing my hesitation, she reached for my wrist and moved it into position. I could’ve pulled my hand away, but I knew I didn’t have much choice. She worked quickly with the rope and soon my second wrist was tied in place. From this point I was helpless. A frisson of excitement ran through me. The leotard did nothing to hide my aroused state, but Nadina seemed not to notice.
“I need to you shift down the bed a bit,” she said.
I shuffled down until my feet reached the bottom of the bed.
“That’s enough,” she said.
She pulled my left ankle towards the bottom corner of the bed. I couldn’t see what she was doing but there was no mistaking the feeling of rope being wound in place and knotted firmly. The same was repeated for my right ankle. I was now spreadeagled in place and unable to move up or down. However, Nadina wasn’t finished. She used two further pieces of rope to secure my waist to the sides of the bed, limiting any sideways movement that I might have had.
“That should do it,” she said, sounding pleased with her work. She switched on my bedside lamp and turned off the main light.
“How long are you going to leave me for?” I asked.
“There’s no set time. It could be a while. Try and get some rest,” she said. She smiled at me and left the room.
“Hey, this isn’t fair,” I called. “I want to know how long I’m going to be tied here for.”
There was no answer.
I tried moving, but she’d done a good job. Apart from being able to turn my head and wriggle my hands and feet, I was almost completely immobile. I lay in the semi darkness and felt the unfamiliar touch of the leotard against my body and the rope pulling against my wrists and ankles. I must have looked ridiculous, but it was also a tremendously arousing situation. For a long time I lay there with my endless teenage erection, yearning to touch myself but prevented from doing so by Nadina’s secure bonds. It was a delirious predicament.

I dozed off a number of times, but my position made it difficult to asleep. After a while, my arms and back began to ache, my mouth felt dry and I needed the toilet. I craned my neck to look at the clock. It was nearly 2:00. Was Nadina going to leave me here all night? I closed my eyes and hoped sleep would return. It did, but not for long, and upon waking again I felt even more uncomfortable. I looked at the clock again and was disappointed to see that only fifteen minutes has passed. This wasn’t fun anymore.
“Hey, Nadina,” I called.
No answer.
“Hey, Nadina, are you awake?” I called, louder this time.
Still no answer.
I sighed, wondering what to do. Suddenly my door opened and Nadina stood there in a long T-shirt.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I’m really uncomfortable. Can you untie me?”
She frowned. “You woke me up for this?”
“I need the loo as well.”
She sighed. “How keen are you to get undone?”
“Very.”
“Would you willing to be tied up tomorrow instead?”
“Yes.”
“Even if it meant being tied for six hours?”
I paused to consider it. “If it doesn’t hurt, then yes.”
“What if it were eight hours?”
“Eight hours? That’s a bit extreme,” I said.
She raised her eyebrows. “It doesn't sound like you're that keen to get undone after all."
“No, no, I am!” I exclaimed.
“So you're agreeing to be tied up tomorrow for eight hours?”
“I guess I am,” I said, wondering what I was letting myself in for.

To be continued...

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 3 added)

Postby hafnermg » Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:33 pm

wow i really like this i can't wait for more. i know she said she isn't one for gags but it sounds like he should be gagged for the eight hours so he doesn't try to weasel out of it.

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 3 added)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:52 am

I love this story and where it is going.
Please do continue.

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 3 added)

Postby datblygu » Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:34 am

Great story! At 14 I really needed a lady like that! Where the hell was she!?

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 3 added)

Postby tiedquest » Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:03 pm

Chapter 4: Daytime tied

“Hi Tim, time to wake up.”
I opened my eyes. Nadina was standing over me. “What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s 08:30. I want you ready at 9:30.”
The events of the previous night suddenly came back to me. Nadina had tidied away all the rope, but a reminder was provided by the fact that I was still wearing the leotard and tights, which I’d been too tired to take off. And then I remembered that I’d agreed to be tied up for eight hours. The thought of such a long session gave me an odd feeling in the stomach.
“Are you still planning to tie me up for eight hours?”
“Definitely.”
“What about lunch?” I asked.
“There’s no lunch. I suggest you have some breakfast, but keep it light. And don’t drink too much. There won’t be any toilet breaks.”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely,” she replied. And somehow I knew she meant it.

An hour later I’d freshened up, had eaten some toast for breakfast and, following instructions, had put the leotard and tan tights back on.
She knocked on my door and came into my room. “Are you ready?”
I nodded.
She sat on my bed and picked up some rope from her bag. “Do you remember the first time I tied you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“That’s how you’re going to be tied again today. Put your hands behind you back, one wrist on top of the other.”
She took a piece of rope and soon my wrists were held firmly against each other. She tugged the rope tight and knotted it. My pulse quickened. There was no going back now.
“Ankles together please,” she instructed.
I watched as she wound six turns of rope around my ankles and tied a knot. She then checked the turns were even, cinched them tight and secured them with a series of knots. I tried moving my legs and noticed how the cinch prevented my nylon clad ankles from making even the slightest movement. I felt my excitement increasing.
Nadina took two more pieces of rope and used them to tie my legs together both above and below the knee. Being tied below the knee was new to me. It didn’t look as if the extra rope would restrict my movement any further, but it made freedom that bit further away. She then looped some rope around my chest and knotted it in place. Last time she left it at that, but this time she cinched the rope on both sides, just above my elbows. I felt my upper arms being held very securely in place.
“Feeling nice and secure?” she asked me.
“It looks like you’ve used more rope than before,” I said. “It’s very firm.”
“Yes. The first time I tied you like this, I decided to leave a few ropes off in order not to freak you out. This time I’m making sure you’re totally helpless,” she said. “Now, wriggle into the middle of the bed and lay on your front.”
With some difficulty I did as she commanded.
As with the previous time she tied me to the bed, she threaded a piece of rope under my left armpit, behind my back and under my right armpit, tying the ends to the top corners of the bed.
“One last attachment,” she said. She tied the middle of a piece of rope to the rope above my knees and the ends firmly to the bottom corners of the bed.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“Just the finishing touch to keep you in place.”
“Am I supposed to stay like this for the whole eight hours?” I asked.
“Yes. I’ll check up on you, but you won’t be going anywhere before until 6:00 this evening.”
“What if it starts to get really uncomfortable?”
“You’ll put up with it.”
“What if I need the loo?”
“You’ll have to hold it.”
“Don’t you think this is a bit excessive?”
She laughed. “Not at all. I could have planned to tie you up for a lot longer. She looked at her watch. “It’s nearly 10:00. I’ll be back later to check on you.” She left and quietly closed the door behind her.

I spent a few moments coming to terms with the multiple sensations affecting my body. Even without moving, there was the pressure of the rope against my wrists, upper arms, ankles and knees. There was also the waistband of the tights around my middle and the pull of the nylon against my toes. My penis, which had become rock hard with arousal, was sandwiched between my body and the bed, a not unpleasant sensation.
I tried rolling over, but as soon as I was on my side the ropes holding me to the top and bottom of the bed grew taught and prevented me from moving any further. The same thing happened when I turned in the opposite direction. The same ropes also prevented me from moving up or down on the bed. I had the choice of lying on my front or sides but all other movement was impossible. I craned my neck and looked down at my tan coloured legs bound in white rope. I had to admit it looked good. What Nadina had done to me was scary and exciting, although I would have preferred knowing it wasn’t for so long.
Although the movement I had available was very limited, it was just enough to stimulate my penis to orgasm, a thrilling wave of pleasure followed by the inevitable feeling of restlessness and desire to get free. But it was impossible to lie there and not be affected by Nadina’s tight and effective ropework, and the excitement returned.

I was still enjoying the situation a couple of hours later when Nadina opened the door and came in. “How are you doing?” she asked.
“OK,” I responded.
“I see that you haven’t yourself got untied.”
“I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” I admitted.
“Good,” she said. “You’re getting the hang of it.”

It was early afternoon when Nadina next appeared. I’d been tied for just over four hours and, although I wasn’t yet in any discomfort, I was wondering whether I’d be able to last until the evening.
“I’ve brought you some water,” she said, offering me a glass with a straw.
I took the offered straw and drank several mouthfuls, and decided to raise the subject of being untied.
“I’m getting a bit bored here,” I said. “Any chance of an early release?”
“Not a chance,” she said firmly. She took the glass and closed the door behind her.

By 4:00 in the afternoon, the novelty of being tied up so firmly had worn off. My shoulders were starting to ache and time was passing very slowly. I found I could relieve some of the aching muscles by rolling onto one side, but it wasn’t too long before others started to ache and I had to change position again.
It was 4:30 when Nadina next came by to see me.
“Enjoying yourself, Tim?” she asked.
“Not really. My shoulders hurt. I’m ready to be untied.”
“I’m not untying you before 6:00.”
“That’s over an hour and half away,” I said. “I want you to untie me now.”
"That's not negotiable."
"This isn't funny. I want to be untied."
She paused and put her hand on her chin. “OK, lie on your back."
I did as she commanded. She started to unpick the knot that was binding my thighs, and a few moments later I felt the rope loosen slightly. I was surprised. I’d expected it to be a bit harder to get her to release me. It was almost disappointing.
Nadina then started pulling on the knot holding the rope around my ankles. At first I thought she was having trouble getting it loose. Then I was puzzled to feel rope sliding against by back. Suddenly I felt my knees bend and my ankles being pulled up into the air. My feet came to rest over my back, not far from my hands. The rope that she had loosened around me knees was now tight again.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“This is called a hogtie,” she explained, tying a knot behind my back.
“What?”
“That’s your punishment for asking to be untied early. And for every similar request you make about being untied, two hours will be added onto this session. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I said, suddenly feeling the need not to provoke her.
“Good,” she said. She left, closing the door behind her.
I had considered myself thoroughly tied up beforehand, but I was even more helpless now. I tried twisting and pulling, but the ropes were firm and all the knots were too far away for my fingers to reach. My feet were above my back and roped firmly in place. Nadina had put me in inescapable bondage and she’d made it clear that I wasn’t getting untied before the agreed time. Her strict approach was actualy very exciting and I lay there quite happily until, 30 minutes after the specified time, she eventually came to untie me.

To be continued...
Last edited by tiedquest on Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:14 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 4 added)

Postby tiedquest » Tue Nov 08, 2011 12:15 pm

As this is my attempt writing about tie up games, I'd be interested in feedback. I'm wondering whether to carry on with this story or go on to something new. What do people think?

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 4 added)

Postby desroda » Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:01 pm

I would love to read more of this story, as well as any other stories you might have. Your writing is very good. I can actually picture myself in that situation!

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 4 added)

Postby xtc » Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:46 pm

By all means continue. It is very irritating when people just flit around without completing a story.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 4 added)

Postby datblygu » Tue Nov 08, 2011 2:48 pm

It's a good story, you should most definitely continue. An interesting dynamic between Nadina and the kid is how she appeaers to know how the ropes affect him - presumably because of his stockings fetish. The relationship dynamic should continue on the basis that he does not own up to liking bondage. And, of course, she wont mention it either!

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 4 added)

Postby hafnermg » Wed Nov 09, 2011 11:46 pm

I agree with xtc and datblygu its a really great story, and you should definitely finish it. I also am interested in anything else you have and/or come up with as well!

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby tiedquest » Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:13 pm

Chapter 5: An evening alone

I spent Monday at school wondering if Nadina was going to tie me up in the evening, but she came home late and made no mention of it. Having been held immobile for much of the previous day, I was actually quite relieved to have a free evening. However, since Nadina worked in a pub on Tuesday evenings and my mum was due home on Wednesday, I guessed my bondage adventures were over for the time being.
It turned out that Nadina had other ideas. She came home from work on Tuesday evening and handed me a plastic carrier bag.
“This is for you. I’d like you to try on what’s inside,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Have a look for yourself.”
I looked inside and saw a black skirt, a pack of tights, a pair of white panties and a bra. “These are women’s clothes!” I said.
“That’s right.”
I took a deep breath. “I think you’re getting me wrong. I’m not a transvestite you know.”
“What’s wrong with being a transvestite?” she asked.
“Nothing. I’m just not one.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “This is what I want you to wear when I tie you up.”
“You’re tying me up tonight?” I asked, surprised. “I thought you had to work in the pub.”
“Don’t worry about the pub,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “This is your last chance to be tied before your mum comes home. Go and put on the clothes and come back when you’re ready.”

I took the bag to my room. After taking off my male clothes, I picked up the panties and, after a slightly hesitation, pulled them on.
The bra was more of a challenge. I hadn’t worn one before and found it difficult to hook the straps together behind my back. After a number of tries I managed it, but it was more through luck than skill.
Next came the tights. I opened the packet and unfurled the soft, dark fabric. Here I was familiar with what to do. I gathered the material of one of the legs, eased it over my right foot and pulled it up my leg. The fit was excellent and the nylon felt velvety smooth to the touch. I repeated the process for the other leg and pulled the garment over the panties and up to my waist.
All that remained was the skirt. I wasn’t initially sure which way round it went, but eventually worked out that the slit should be at the back. After fastening the buttons and zip, I looked down at my legs. They were sheathed in nearly black nylon and looked surprisingly good.

Feeling self conscious in my new clothes, I returned to the living room. Nadina had brought in a chair from the kitchen and was sorting through her collection of rope.
“Sit down,” she commanded.
“Are you tying me to a chair again?” I asked.
“Yes.” She started by tying my waist to the back of the chair, and then moved on to my legs. There was something different in her approach to tying me this time. Previous she’d worked quickly, as if concerned that I might rebel against being tied up. This time she worked in a more leisurely way, relishing the tying process and confident in my submissiveness. She even paused to stroke my nylon covered legs. Soon everything except my wrists was held in place by the white nylon rope.
“Try getting undone,” she said.
I’d always assumed that it was necessary to have my wrists tied to make me helpless, but it quickly became apparent that I couldn’t get free from the chair even with my arms partly mobile; Nadina’s knots were just too far from my fingers.
“Helpless, right?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Then you won’t mind if I do this.” She picked up some more rope and finished securing me by tying my wrists to the rear bars of the chair. Although I’d been unable to free myself beforehand, there was certain about having my wrists tied that signalled complete helplessness. It was very arousing. My erection was clearly visible under the skirt, but if Nadina noticed she didn’t say anything.
“You’re not going to gag me are you?” I asked, remembering the stocking she’d put in my mouth last time.
“No point. I won’t be around to hear you anyway.”
“Why? Where are you going?”
She looked at her watch. “I have to be at the pub in fifteen minutes.”
“You’re going to work?” I exclaimed. “You can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“What if something happens?”
“Like what?”
I struggled to think of something. “What if a burglar came?”
“Has it ever happened before?”
“No,” I admitted.
“A burglar would take one look at you dressed like that and run a mile,” she said, laughing. “Now, I need to go and get ready.”
“How long are you going to leave me here for?”
“I’ll be back around 11:30.”
“That’s more than four hours!” I said.
She smiled. “I know. Perhaps it is a bit long, but I haven’t got time to untie you.” She walked out of my room, leaving me alone.
I was just about to object further when there was a sudden bright flash and a whirring sound. Startled, I looked up. Nadina was in the doorway, holding a camera.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
There was another flash and the camera whirred.
“You look very good like that,” she said. “I’m making a souvenir of the occasion.”
I screwed my eyes shut and turned my head to the side. It was no good. I heard the camera whirring yet again.
I opened my eyes. There was immediately another flash. It was embarrassing to think I was being photographed like this, but there was nothing I could do about it.
“What are you going to do with the photos?” I asked.
She walked into the room and started taking photos of me from the side.
“Nothing,” she said, “as long as you do what you’re told.” She finished taking photographs and left the room. I heard her make a few last minute preparations for going out, and then the front door clicked shut.
“Nadina, are you there?” I called.
There was no answer. I waited a few more moments, but the flat was silent. I pulled against the ropes to test them, but it was a futile gesture. I was completely helpless.
I looked down at myself. Ropes around my chest, waist and thighs held me firmly to the chair. Another rope held my nylon covered thighs firmly together. Out of sight, other ropes held my hands and feet securely in place.
Knowing that I was alone gave me a strange feeling. Even when Nadina had been strict and had refused to untie me previously, the fact that she was around meant that I could potentially be released. Now suddenly there was no chance of getting free. Even in her absence, I was her captive, the ropes an agent of her will, holding me tightly in place for the rest of the evening.

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby xtc » Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:28 am

Thank you for the comtimuation. Very lucid and makes the reader want to know what happens next.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Nov 18, 2011 2:38 am

Hallo, that is point where I say is good that only fictional story, in real it would dangerous. I think now not on a burglar but I read from other case were via an electrical miss function it cam to a firer.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby tiedquest » Sat Nov 19, 2011 5:56 am

I looked into this. The chance of a house fire occurring during a four hour period is about one in a million. Even if you assume that all house fires are fatal, it's actually less risky than spending four hours travelling by car. Almost everything we do carries some element of risk.

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby xtc » Sat Nov 19, 2011 7:03 am

I must agree with Andrew on the matter of safety. I also agree with Tiedquest on the matter of fact.
Hiowever:
1) This is fiction.
2) As a mathematician, even if the chance of something's happening is one in a million, I might not want to be that one. Let's face it: the chances of my winning the top prize in the national lottery are less than one in a million but someone has to win. I would like to be that one. As the slogan says: It could be you!
Seriously, the statistical argument is not valid: if you don't mind losing a friend, then behave irresponsibly; if not, then safety first.
End of Old Fart's lecture.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby derpstick118 » Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:07 am

Awesome!

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby sarwrductan » Fri Nov 25, 2011 12:51 pm

I love this story so much I cry with want.......LOL And from my own experiences being left home alone tied up I amazingly found out how my fears of something happening or of someone coming in and finding me encouraged me to struggle and get loose.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Teenage memories (Chapter 5 added)

Postby Crazyman2774 » Thu May 30, 2013 12:15 pm

Please finish