Hi! Before I start, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Abby. My username is kind of a play off of the part in Young Frankenstein where Igor thinks "abnormal" is "abby normal". Anyway, I'm 17 going on 18. I am 5'5, thin, and I have long blonde hair (naturally straight). Now I'm going to tell you about my first TUG!
It was 10 years ago, when I was 7. I was watching pokemon on the couch, my sister in the other room. We were home alone.
As I sat on the couch, I began reciting the names of the pokemon on the screen and then said it in their voices (like their calls or w/e). Apparently, it was really annoying. My sister made that known to me.
"If you don't stop doing that, I'll have to fix the problem myself," She said. or something like that. I didn't think she was capable of stopping me so I just kept on doing what I was doing.
About a minute later, she burst out of her room, grabbed me by the arm and took me up to the kitchen. I don't remember fighting it because I was curious as to what she was going to do. When we were in the kitchen, she sat me on the floor and shut the door behind her so a quick getaway for me wasn't possible. Then, she pulled a thick roll of duct tape out from the junk drawer. She told me to put my hands behind me, and I did.
She very carefully wrapped the tape around my wrists. She wrapped about 4 times, very tightly before ripping the strip off and patting it down. Still, I said nothing as she continued to restrict my arms. She wrapped the tape around my elbows tightly as well, restricting all arm movement before securing my arms to my body. To do this, she wrapped tape around my waist to hold down my wrists and again taped above my stomach.
Neither of us spoke and she continued to tie me up. She wrapped tape very tightly around my ankles, knees, and thighs, going around about 5 times each before ripping the strips off.
She stood up, admiring her work. "Just one more thing," she said, digging through another drawer. I tested my bonds by wiggling around a bit. It was very constricting, and I think I liked it. When I looked up again, she held a small rag in her hand.
Just as I was about to say "wait", she shoved the rag in my mouth and put about 7 pieces of tape over my lips. She revealed another, longer rag that she used to blindfold me. I felt her lift me off the ground and put me in the cabinet next to the sink. The cupboard door clicked shut and she walked away. I sat relaxed in the cramped cabinet. I felt cozy, but It was a bit cold. I'm pretty sure I struggled for a little bit, but then realizing the futility, just waited until she came back to untie me, which wasn't until hours later. Afterwards, she asked me if I liked being tied up, and I told her yes. She said that she would tie me up more from then on, and maybe, I would get to tie her up.
This really got me into TUGs. I liked the feeling of not being able to move (and in this case, talk or see).