As I said in my post introducing myself in the Talks section, I've had an interest in being tied up since the age of eleven. I don't remember exactly how it began but I remember sneaking onto sites and looking for images. Unfortunately I was caught by my parents and have perused my interests in secret. Unfortunately with no siblings, living at home with my parents, etc, etc. I've never had the opportunities to be part of TUG experiences like so many members here. However I have had a few pseudo experiences. While the dialogue may not be recalled perfectly, I do remember the details.
++I write short stories so these accounts may be more descriptive than most and is more of a story format.++
Here's my first:
It was a summer of 2007. I was 15 years old. One of my high school friends John was moving and I plus a few other friends (Sarah and Mike) was assisting him in the packing process. His parents were out, taking care of the business end of things, while we were helping pack items and get them on the truck.
We were placing items in boxes and using big pallet wrap rolls to wrap multiple boxes together to save space. Now the whole time I had been eying this rolls with excitement. In my house my family mainly uses foil so I never really access to saran or cling wrap. But now here were multiple rolls of pallet wrap, which I knew from research and YouTube videos was thicker and much stronger than store bought plastic wrap. And these rolls were the large variety; the width of the wrap was about as long as my arm.
So as we helped pack, I kept a close eye on these rolls.
After about an hour or two, we has finished and John, I, and the others took a much needed break. School was over, parents were out, nothing left to do. Between glasses of water and snacks, I broke the silence.
"So what now?"
John and the others were either silent or just shrugged. Sarah said, "Way too hot outside, let's just stay inside. But I'm bored. We've been packng stuff for the last two hours."
"Any suggestions, anyone?" Mike asked.
Here was my chance. "Remember the spirit games last month? How about a competition?"
The others looked amongst eachother. "I'm up for it." John said. Everyone else nodded in agreement. "So what's our first game?"
A moment of contemplation between us. Then Sarah spoke up. "How about the wrap race? We have a shitload of pallet wrap left over anyoway. Can't let it go to waste."
Outside I was composed but inside my heat was racing. This was exactly what I was hoping for. At the high school end of the semester games, groups of freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors would compete in games. And one such game this year had been the Saran Wrap race. One person on each team had to wrapped with an entire roll and then the wrapped individuals raced to a finishing line and the first to escape won. I hadn't been a part of that. But now I would finally be able to experience being wrapped.
With most of the furniture gone, we had a nice open space for the race. Mike and I volunteered to go first. John started wrapping Mike and Sarah started on me.
I stood there, legs together, arms tight against my sides. Sarah had me tuck one end of the wrap into my armpit and began encircling me with the thick clingy plastic. Layer after layer, she wrapped me, starting from my shoulders down. My cocoon became increasingly tight with each one. Soon my arms were stuck tight against my body by the pallet wrap and then my legs are wrapped as well. It was a struggle to maintain my balance as the wrap went down to my ankles.
"Still some left. We have to use the whole roll." She said. "Those were rules at the games." And then she began working her way back up. Soon my body was encased once again in the tight wrap. She had even wrapped around my shoulders. Once she smoothed out the bunched plastic, she and John helped lower me to the floor beside Mike
I struggled a bit in my pallet wrap. It felt like my arms were welded to my body, my legs welded together. Sarah had done a damn good job.
John contined down from three and then we were off. I wriggled and squirmed the best I could but the many layers of wrap were almost stiff, it was so difficult to move. Mike must have not been wrapped as securely because he made across the room first. With much effort, I finally joined him.
Now we had to try to escape.
Sarah took out her phone. "Okay, we're going to time you two. Ready, set, go!"
I tried. I really did. (Well, not as much as I could have, didn't want this experience to end). But Saran had encased quite tightly in so many layers of pallet wrap. I squirmed and struggled on the floor but my cocoon held firm. It was even nearly impossible for me to drag my hands from my sides to my front to get more leverage and break the cocoon. Rolling and twisting on the floor, I couldn't break out. Mike was able to move one of his hands around and tear a hole and eventually got his arms out. Me? It was as if my arms and hands were stuck to my sides. I wasn't going anyway.
After a while of laughing and teasing me, the others finally got a scissor and cut slits in the sides for my hands. With great effort, I was able to get my arms free and eventually force my way out of the pallet wrap cocoon. Drenched in sweat, a glass of water had never felt so good.
We played other games that day. But this was the only one that mattered. To this day, it remains my first time and my only experience of really being tied up. I have other stories, but they involve mainly pseudo restraints. I'll share those as well another time