First time busted

Postby Kinkychris » Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:14 pm

HI Chris here. I am new to this site but not at all new to TUG’s. It all started for me back in high school when My best friend Susan caught me fooling around with some rope. Before I get to far along I will tell you that I was just over 5’ tall with long straight blond hair(usually tied back), small breasts and a size 6 shoe.
Susan, while being my age towered over me by a good 3”. Her “big hair” which was nothing but a mass of black curls made her seem even taller. She was average size for her height and liked playing the brat in charge.
It was the summer of our junior year. I was at home alone as both my parents worked.
It was late morning when she dropped by. She was wearing shorts a cut off T and flip-flops. She came in through the sliding patio doors to find me sitting at my computer in my underwear. She just said ‘hi‘ and walked right pass me toward the laundry room. “ I just came from the pool, I am gonna dry my suit”She shouted. I froze for a long second. Then I jumped up, NOOOOOOOO! I shouted as I dashed after her. As I turned the corner to the laundry room I found Sue standing there, dryer door open holding two hands full of nice, freshly laundered white cotton rope. She looked up at me with a puzzled look on her face . Ah, Chris? Why is there clothes line in the dryer? AhAh, I stammered, Ah it’s not what it looks like!! Ah, I mean it’s what it looks like it’s just not what you think. I just know I was blushing. Oh no? cow girl? Sue said, and what was I thinking? A second later her expression changed as if a light went on. Hey you are not into what I think you are into?? Now I know I was really red faced. You TOTALLY are!!! You kinky bitch! She yelled and tossed the rope on top of the dryer. Ah, Look Sue I can explain---. Explain what? That you are a kinky bitch??? Now she was laughing at me. I have to admit that at that moment I was a bit speechless. OK listen, She continued. I understand. I just want to know how you kept this from me. Then picking up a length of the rope she playfully doubled it up and pulled it around my waist. COME! She said and led me into the rec. room. She took a seat on the desk chair and told me rauther pointedly to sit, tugging my she motioned me to the floor.
I sat indian style in front of my oldest and dearest friend. Over the the next hour I told her all about how I liked bondage and how I had been tying myself up for over a year. When I was done she just leaned forward and giving me a kiss on the forehead she said’ You silly bitch,you have been doing this to your self all this time when I could have been doing it to you. ---.I let out a sigh of relief knowing that my dirty little secret was safe.


Much more to come---

Re: First time busted

Postby Kinkychris » Mon Feb 08, 2010 1:09 pm

[b] Yes my secret was safe and my longtime best friend quickly became my best bondage buddy. --- Let me continue-----

We continued our conversation as I sat on the floor in front of Sue, Before long I was talking about how much I enjoyed the feel of rope next to my skin and how sexy I felt when helpless, even within the limitations of self bondage. Before long we were both sitting on the floor with the pile of rope between us. We coiled the rope as we talked, and talked and talked. Finally after I don’t know how long there was this silence , then Sue spoke softly but firmly, “turn around”. What? --”I said turn around, stay seated and turn around”. I did as she asked. As soon as my back was turned she drew my arms behind me. I could feel the soft rope being turned around my wrists, 3 - 4 - 5, turns, then a simple but unescapable knot above my wrists and no where near my fingers. “ See” she said. “Now see if you can get out of that.” I pretended to try for a second but I knew there was no way. “OK, now lay back”, she commanded. Obeying I laid back on my tied arms stretching my legs out in front of me. Without a word Susan got up and selecting another length of rope began to tie my ankles together.Five or so turns of the rope and a simple knot and I was bound hand and foot. She stood over me for a few seconds before helping me sit back up. “OK how does that feel?” She asked. “I cant complain”. I said smiling. “OK, well, just in case---”. she pulled a bandana out of her shorts pocket and used it to cleave gag me.
She spent the next minute or so circling me as she admired her handy work. I have to admit that I felt a level of excitement that was new to me. “Seems like you are doing pretty good. Now for phase two”. She then pushed me back down of the floor and turned me over on my stomach. “Did I ever tell you you have a nice ass?” giving my ass a gentle kick with here bare foot. A moment later I could feel some rope being looped through my ankle ropes. Then she lifted my feet up and tied my ankles to my wrists effecting a simple but firm hog-tie. There was probably about a foot or so of rope between my wrists and ankles so I wouldn’t call it a strict hog-tie. Since this was my first such experience I found it plenty exciting.
Next Sue ordered me to struggle, to try and get loose. Knowing it was useless I didn’t give it much effort at first. The she explained that she really wanted to see me struggle and if I didn’t do it on my own she would “make” me struggle. With that she ran her nails across the bare soles of my upturned feet. About ten-seconds of that was motivation enough! I twisted, turned and struggled like my life depended on it! I continued to struggle until I simply could not struggle any more. After several minuets I just lay there a horny, exhausted mess. A short time later Sue untied me and brought me a cool drink.
We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out and talking about our experience./b]

Re: First time busted

Postby jb99 » Mon Feb 08, 2010 2:48 pm

Really good start, but did the TUGs end there?

Re: First time busted

Postby Kinkychris » Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:01 pm

To answer the question, No the TUG’s did not stop there; In fact that was just the beginning.
The very next day Susan called me first thing and invited me over. She told me to wear that blue two piece under my clothes if I knew what was good for me. I didn’t quite know how to take that since the blue two piece was really a macro suit. I bought it on a dare and only had the guts to wear it once at a very private pool party. Anyway I had agreed so I went up to my room and put it on under my shorts, and belly shirt. FYI: It consisted of a top that held two circular pieces of fabric over my breasts (barley) with the thinest of elastic straps. The bottom was more like a thong that barley covered the necessities. I Slipped on my sneakers and jumped on my bike for the short ride to Susan’s.
When I got there I found a note on her front door to come around back. I parked my bike and made my way around through the side gate and into the back yard. Susan’s family had a great house with a large back yard, garden and green house. I arrived in the back yard to find Susan lounging on a deck chair sipping a cool drink. “Hey there bondage buddy” she shouted and jumped up to give me a big hug. I must have blushed at her greeting because she laughed and said “Hey kid you are out and there is no going back!” She offered me a drink and we sat and chatted for fifteen or twenty minuets. As the time passed I started to get a little anxious since we had talked about everything but the previous days bondage adventure. FInally I asked rather nervously what she had planned for the day. “To tie you up silly!” She laughed. “I just wanted to give you a chance to relax a bit. After all it’s going to be a long day!!!” It was a kittle embarrassing at the time but I actually felt a little twinge of excitement between my legs when she said “TIE YOU UP”.
We finished our drinks and I followed Sue into the house. She led me up stairs and down the hall past her room to a second set of stairs. I followed her up to a large room with a high gabble roof. It had plywood floors and a window at each end. “Where are we exactly?” I asked. “This is the UPPER ROOM! HAHAHAHAHA!!” ‘Actually this is the attic”. She continued. “This use to be my brothers weight room and my mother used it as a craft room at one point. Now it is just used for storage. Oh, and it’s where I like to tie people up.” Then she just stood there waiting for my reaction. After a long pause I jokingly spoke up, “Well it’s about time you brought me here.” “Better late then never”. she said. “Now take your shirt off.” She was standing there with her hands on her hips looking very serious. I hesitated for just a moment, then she shouted “NOW! I jumped and pulled my shirt of dropping it to the floor. “I am glad you dressed as I told you.” She went to a nearby cabinet and brought out a small canvas bag. Next she pulled out a roll of silver tape and taped my wrists together. She guided me backward a few steps, then reaching up with one hand she pulled down a rope that was hanging from one of the rafters. She slipped a noose around my taped wrists and tightened it. I stood there in silence to excited to speak. Susan then went behind me and finding the other end of the rope she began to tug until I was tip-toe. “ Oh did I mention that in addition to tying you up I also plan to torture you?” letting out her most sinister laugh. I knew she was just being dramatic but it still sent a strange feeling of excitement through me.
She came around in front of me. Bending down she pulled my sneakers off, I wasn’t wearing any sox’s so it only took a second to feel the hard wood beneath my bare soles.
Once my shoes were off she pulled off my shorts leaving me hanging there in almost nothing.
Next she went around behind me and began to remove more slack from the rope. She gently pulled me up until I was teetering on tip-toes. “ Oh did I mention that this space also served as a rehearsal space for my brothers band? In other words it’s totally soundproof which means you can scream your head off and no one will ever hear! Again with the sinister laugh! Again drama that really set the mood.
At this pont Susan was behind me so I really couldn’t hear what she was doing, besides my toes were starting to hurt from bearing the brunt of my weight but I was not going to give her the satisfaction of reacting. Instead I drifted off into a sort of a sexy day dream. I imagined that I had fallen into the hands of a sadistic amazon who was going to torture me to within an inch of my life. I hope it’s not terrible but I was really getting into that head space and I found it very exciting. My day dream was short lived when I was jolted back to reality with the soft, torturous stroke of a long plume. Sue gently attacked from behind poking my ass, then sensuously dragging it up and down my back from shoulders to shin, then around the front over my breasts and stomach.Drawing it slowly between my legs causing waves of electricity through my body. It didn’t really tickle but it really drove me nuts. I was squirming and teetering around on my toes which made them hurt worse. I was making a sort of moaning sound and then I begged her to stop. My pleas fell on deaf ears as she continued the torture until I was reduced to a quivering mass of tears.
When she finally stopped she lowered me from the standing position and sat me on a mat on the floor. She left my hands tied and gave me gator aid through a straw. The truth is I HATE gator aid but Sue explained that it was full of stuff that would help me keep up my strength. As it turned out I would need all the strength I could find.


Hope you guys are liking this. More to come---


Re: First time busted

Postby viena » Wed Feb 10, 2010 11:27 am

Great man!! keep it up!!

Re: First time busted

Postby Kinkychris » Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:05 pm

Thanks to those who have shown an interest in my story. I will pick it up where I left off.

So there I was sitting on a thin plastic mat on a hard wood floor bound and nearly naked . I had calmed down and my breathing had returned to normal. I recall sitting there in a state of amazement and disbelief. I was amazed that my best friend since childhood was so dominant and kinky; and I was amazed at how easily I gave into being submissive to her. It’s true that I had always liked playing little self bondage games, but I amazed myself at how easily I let myself fall under her control. It was almost like I was asking for it.

I was awakened from my thoughts when Susan came over to me and began to stroke my hair. “ Well I see you color has returned and you seem to be alert and present”. “Yes I am fine”. “Well thats good” she said,” I have decided that you are in good shape and can withstand quite a bit more torture. So here’s the deal. We can stop right now if you want. I will untie you and give you your clothes back and we can go to the Mall. Or we can continue. If you choose to quit this will be the end of our tie up games, and we will NEVER speak of this again. However if you agree to continue I get to do what I want for as long as I say. You give up all rights to your body during your captivity. Do you trust me enough to do that?” WOW! I was speechless. I had read about stuff like this on line but I could not believe it was really happening. I was a little frightened by the prospect of giving up all rights but at the same time I didn’t want this to end. Besides I had know Susan forever and I knew she wouldn’t really hurt me. “OK, I am in”. I said. “All in?” She said. “Yes, ALL in”. With that She just smiled and took me by the hand. I got up and se led me over to another section of the attic , the part that was the work out area.

She led me over to an inversion rack. For those who don’t know its a piece of exercise equipment that allows the user to invert them self. The contraption tilts 90-degrees from a center axis. Of course it was designed for the occupant to be able to control the tilting action. This innocent exercise device had be modified by my friend to be used as a torture device.The foot straps which ere now tilted down at floor level had been replaced with two leather cuffs . My wrists tied securely with several turns of white cotton rope. I was backed up to the tight canvas mesh that formed the table surface. My arms lifted above my head and secured to some sort of cord behind the table. The table was tilted slightly and my ankles secured into the cuffs. A little more tilt of the table and I was laying flat. Susan made some sort of adjustment and I was suddenly stretched really tight. It didn’t hurt but is was defiantly tight.
Standing beside the table Susan just looked me up and down. “You know what’s going to happen now?‘ She asked. “no” I answered in my quiet voice. “I am going to torture you until you learn to like it.” Now I know this was all part of the game but I must admit that an excited chill come over me when she said it. 
Next she started tilting the table up and down. One second I was upright the next i was heads down. Up and down , up and down, several times each time faster then the last.
When she finally stopped I was head down essentially hanging by the feet and the room was spinning. Susan left me hanging there in my dizzy state and went off down stairs.
After about five- minuets I began to worry about being up side down too to long. Then it dawned on me that I couldn’t make the table swing upright no matter how hard I tried. Thats when I started to panic. There I was hanging up side down by my feet unable to do more then wiggle my toes! I started to scream HELPPPPP!! Then I heard Susan come back in laughing her ass off. “You silly bitch I was just outside all the time. I never took my eyes off you!” Thats when she swung the table down so that I was laying flat out. I was breathing heavily but I quickly calmed down. “Ok” Sue said. “Now for some more fun.” Thats when she went to my feet and began to stick spring clothes pins between each of my toes. Surprisingly enough it didn’t hurt that much it just pinched a bit and felt strange. “I know you are ticklish so I am going to save that for later.” Tickling is the worse torture in the world, I thought. So nothing she could do would be that bad.
That’s when she appeared beside me holding two small freezer bags filled with ice. She was smiling as as she lifted the left cup on my top and slid one of the bags inside. I let out an high pitched squeal as the cold touched my skin.She did the same with the second bag on the right side. I began to squeal and chatter as the cold began to torture my small breasts. Sue just laughed and smiled at my reaction. She was really enjoying herself.
A minute later she was standing at my feet holding a long flat stick that looked like a ruler. Without saying a word she gave me a firm smack on my right sole. Ouch! I shouted. Thing is it only stung a little,It really wasn’t that bad. Sun then informed me that she was going to continue torturing my feet until the ice melt. let out a grown to which she remarked “ Don’t worry we have all day!”. LOL!!! Then she started ever so gently taping the bottoms of my feet with the stick. Not even as hard as she did the first time. It really was just a simple tap, firm but not really painful tap, tap tap,. Not to bad I thought. Funny thing was that after about five minuets it started to get to me. Again not so much pain just an annoying ‘tap’‘tap’‘tap’. Irritating and my soles were starting to get sore. After about fifteen minuets my feet stingy from heel to toe while the ice was making my breasts numb. It took about another ten minuets for the ice to melt to the point that she stopped the foot torture. Interesting thing is that While I was not in any real pain my senses started to get all whacky from all the different stimulus. By the time she finally stopped I was screaming, whining and begging which she said was music to her ears!

After she removed what was left of the ice packs she gave each frozen nipple a little pinch which , if I had not been tied so well would have sent me through the roof. Next she took a fresh piece of ice and rubbed it all over my feet until it was all gone. This me me squirm and wiggle like crazy because I was just so sensitive. Sue laughed and said I should be thankful it was ice and not hot coals! Thats when I let out a loud scream as if it were coals! Then she grabbed a new piece of ice and really went to work. Rubbing it all over my soles and the in between each toe as she pulled off the clothes pins. I was screaming, laughing pleading and about as horny as I had ever been in my life. After a few more minuets Sue stopped the torture and gave me a rest. She tilted the table up right and fed me dome juice through a straw. She kept me tied up for another hour of tickle torture and a few thinngs that don’t belong on this page.


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