Rosies first time

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Apr 02, 2013 10:18 am

I suppose my fascination with TUG: s started when I, as a ten-year old girl, found some of my older sister’s comic books. I quickly flipped through them and found nothing I thought was of great interest. It appeared to be about a girl and her friends who rode horses, and generally being mean to each other.
Then, I stumbled across a section in one of the issues where one of the girls was tied up and gagged by a bad-guy and then abducted. Of course, she was rescued by her friends and the baddie put in jail, but that wasn’t the important thing for me. No, the important thing, I thought, was that the girl being tied up seemed to enjoy it!
I went to our garden shed and nicked some of dad’s ropes, which he had lying about to no apparent use. On the way back to my room, I nicked a napkin from the kitchen and a long scarf from one of the dressers in the hallway.

I balled up the napkin and put it in my mouth and tied the scarf around my head, so it covered the mouth. I sat down on the floor and tied my ankles together. Then, it was time to tie my wrists together, a task I found next to impossible. I took another rope and, somehow, managed to tie them together in front of me. Looking back at it, it was a sloppy job; the rope would simply have fallen off if I had twisted my hands but, all in all, as a first attempt, I figured it wasn’t too bad.
In one of the corners of my room, I had a full-length mirror. I managed to scoot over there, to have a look. What I saw in the mirror, was nothing like what I had seen in the comic-book.

At that moment, the door to my room opened, and my sister looked in.
“What in the world happened to you?” she cried. “Who did this?” I can understand she was scared at the sight of her younger sister, dressed in black, ribbed, woolly pantyhose, a black and white chequered knee-length skirt, and a white frilly blouse, sitting on the floor, bound and gagged.
As she took off my gag, I explained to her I had done it to myself, just to see what it was like. When I explained where I got the idea from she looked me, and I could almost see what was going through her mind. “From now on, I will have to be cautious.” I thought. “From now on, anything can happen.”

But nothing did happen for quite some time, and I had almost forgotten about my experiment, when one day my dream came true.
One Friday I was on my way home from school, again dressed like I had been that day, when a car stopped beside me and I was pulled inside. As it drove off again, a thick blanket was thrown over my head and a rope was tied around it, trapping my arms to my sides and a voice hissed in my ear: “Shut up and I might let you live to see another day!”
When it stopped, I was pulled out, up some stairs and into a house where I was forced to sit in a chair. The rope around my body was taken off, but before I had the chance to pull off the blanket, my hands were tied behind the back of the chair, and my legs were tied together at the knees and ankles.
Only then was the blanket pulled off by someone standing behind me, and a handkerchief was put in my mouth and a scarf was tied around my head to keep it in.
Still from behind me, a familiar voice asked:” Well, Rosie; is being abducted as exciting as you thought it would be?”
“Ng-hng.” I mumbled through the gag.
“You might think so now, but I’m pretty sure the excitement will wear off soon.” my sister said. “You will remain a hostage till tomorrow. Then I will take you home again, and we will discuss this. OK?”
I nodded and she left me.
That night, she untied me from the chair, tied my hands in front of me and told me to lie down on the bed. She tied my hands to the head-board and my feet to the foot board. She put a blanket over me and told me to go to sleep, which I had a hard time doing.

The next morning, she untied me from the bed, and tied my hands together behind my back. She threw a blanket over my head and tied a rope around my waist to keep it in place, before putting me in a car and driving me home. She must have told our parents what she had done, because they didn’t seem to think it was strange, their youngest daughter coming home after having been gone all night; her hands tied behind her back, and having a blanket over her head.
I was allowed to take a quick shower and change my clothes. I put on another pair of ribbed, woolly pantyhose, these ones yellow, grey sweatpants and a turtle-necked sweatshirt in the same colour.
My sister was waiting for me, as I came out of the shower.
She told me to put my hands behind my back, and she tied them together again. When I protested and said I thought I wasn’t going to be a hostage anymore, she told me, as she tied a rope around my waist, pinning my hands to my back:”That’s right, you’re not! But mum and dad have kindly allowed me to keep you tied up at home till tomorrow night, as you seemed to enjoy it so much. Now, open wide!” She put a napkin in my mouth and tied a scarf around my head to keep it in.
“But remember,” she added, “all you have to do when, or if, you don’t want to do this anymore, is shake your head when I ask you if you want to continue, which I will do a couple of times a day. As long as you nod, you will remain a hostage.”

There is really nothing more to tell you, except she kept her promise, and I remained her hostage the whole week-end, albeit a hostage who could have her freedom back, just by shaking her head which, needless to say, I never did.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Rosies first time

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Apr 03, 2013 1:23 am

very good story. I wished had someone how kidnap me this way, If the blanket is soft, fluffy and warm it not matter how she is over my head. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show