Killing an hour or two, Part 1

Postby PetSilkenvixen » Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:19 am

I had some time during the afternoon a couple of days ago. So I decided to have a little playtime.

My dad's house is currently vacant while he's in a nursing home, big Victorian house with full attic and basement. And I wanted to play in some of my new (to me) clothes.

As many of you know, I do my own RP when I play in order to give me motivation for being tied up. So I changed into my green knit skirt and pantyhose, newly-polished black pumps, and a sweater top (closest thing to a blouse I had), my wig, and went instantly into Damsel Mode.

My imaginary captor found me in front of my mirror and ordered me to open my mouth for gagging. I stuffed a wadded scarf inside, filling my cheeks, closing my mouth around it. "If anyone looks through the window, all they'll see is you leading a friend through the house," he tells me, tying my hands behind me. And in-character I walk, forced, to the back room and up the attic stairs.

I taped my mouth over with four strips of black hockey tape, then took the open skein of cargo rope -- I picked it up at a truck stop, it's colored and a little stretchy, but I leaned the secret of working with it and it ties up nice and it's comfortable -- sitting on a small bench I tied my ankles and hopped over to the post, back against it, and wrapped the rope as snugly as I could by myself and the post, starting low and working my way up. My hands wouldn't go behind the post (dammit) so I tied them around the back as well as I could, and did a really good job! I could free myself anytime I wanted, but I was good and secure otherwise.

And it felt sooooo good to finally be tied up and gagged again like this! It was warmer than I expected in the attic, but I did enjoy my struggles. I really did scream, for real, for help, and trust me, no one could have heard me, and I screamed loudly!

I'm not sure how long I was there, but the tape of my gag was loosening from perspiration and it was warm up there, so I decided to change venues. I untied myself and kept my gag in my mouth as I went downstairs, expecting to tie myself to a chair in front of a nice big mirror. Then I had a change of idea.

While I'll relate in Part 2, which I'll post in the "More Intimate TUGs" part of the forum :)
Christyne