Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby Snidley » Sun Dec 29, 2013 10:27 pm

I thought I would tell of an experience that for once did not come about during the distant past (School/College/University) as so often is related, but instead something very recent that came about due to this very website. I’m not sure if this sort of thing happens all the time, or whether it’s a one off. I thought I might describe it here so as to come round full circle.

I had posted a few things a while back, and received a few replies complimenting me on what I had written and occasionally asking for more details. One woman, let’s give call her Linda, had more questions than most and seemed genuinely curious about the actual facts; how I had restrained the girl in question: what knots I had used, the length of rope, the type of rope, what limbs I tied first, what last. And when I used metal restraints, even the make of handcuffs and the kind of metal they were made of. While I emailed away answers to her questions my first thoughts of innocent curiosity on her part gave way to my suspicion she was some kind of freelance journalist writing an article on the subject, maybe 2000 words on ‘Bondage In The City’ for a woman’s magazine? But I didn’t mind as no identities were revealed.

Finally after about a week of Q&A my curiosity could no longer be kept in check, and I asked her why she was so curious on the nuts and bolts of all this stuff. She confessed to being a journalist, and was trying to get a novice’s perspective on the whole literary field blown open by the buckets of money earned by the infamous ‘Shades of Grey’ series of books. Not knowing where to start with her article, she Googled ‘Tie Ups’ and soon found herself on our website. She said she was surprised at how common these accounts were, and spent a few weeks just reading until she decided to ask a few questions here and there. I had become one of her more regular correspondents on the subject.

That sorted we carried on our e-conversation until about a week or so later when she broached something new: could we meet up for a coffee? She said it would be easier for her to build up a picture of what her article would be like if she could have a chat with someone who had actually experienced things. I agreed, and we found a suitably secluded table outside an inner Sydney café where we could talk without the risk of raising our fellow patron’s eyebrows. We talked about the article and a few things besides. Linda was in her early 30s, an attractive brunette and quite tall in her heels. She wore a business suit to the café and was very professional. I was surprised to see she wrote in shorthand rather than using a recorder, a skill I thought had long died out. It certainly proved her journalist credentials to me.

A few emails later she started to allude to another kind of favour I could do for her which would help immensely, but was unusually cagey about it. Up to now she had been the picture of confidence. I replied I was happy to hear her out, but it took another couple of days and about four emails before she finally came out with it: she wanted to experience first- hand what it was like to be tied up. She was currently single and couldn’t ask a boyfriend, and the topic had never come up with previous guys despite her being by no means naïve in the ways of the world, having travelled all over it with numerous relationships in many of its corners. Plus she wanted to keep things professional and not get her topic matter entangled with sexuality. It was a difficult subject to broach, and I admired her for doing it, and agreed with her that her article for a major magazine would be limited if she hadn’t experienced some things first hand.

Finally after a great deal of discussion we agreed to meet up at her place at 10am on a Sunday morning: a period we decided would be least like a 'Date'. Obviously safety was an issue, and people reading this may be amazed we had gone this far, but by this stage we were no longer strangers and the whole relationship had begun and progressed on a purely professional level. I did tell her I would check her wardrobes to make sure she didn’t have any girlfriends stashed away to leap out and rescue her if things became awkward! She laughed and replied we would be alone; she trusted me.

The Sunday came and I packed a small bag of things I thought I might need. The day before I had visited my local Bunnings (a large hardware store) to buy some paint for renovations, and while I was there I stocked up on rope, chains and a few padlocks, as well as cable ties and a length of chain. I had no idea what Linda would like have done, so I tried to cover all eventualities. I had even checked my handcuffs were in good working order. So with some trepidation in case I was randomly pulled over by the police, I drove slowly over to Linda’s place.


She greeted me at the door, dressed casually this time in jeans and sky-blue T shirt, and bade me inside. I could tell she was a bit nervous, and in an attempt to make the situation more ‘normal’ I asked if I could see what she had written so far. On more stable professional ground we both relaxed, and she fired up her computer to show me her work in progress. I was impressed by her research and her early drafts. Finally the subject moved onto my bag that I rather regretted gave itself way by clanging when I first dropped it to the ground in her living room. I showed her the cotton hanks of rope I had brought and she was especially interested in my police-issue handcuffs. Unlike places like the US, in Australia the general public are not meant to have proper handcuffs and most people have never seen a pair in real life. Finally I pushed our morning tea to one side on the coffee table and said, “Shall I show you how it’s done?” “Very well,” was her reply, all professional curiosity.

Linda wore a silver metal man's watch on her left wrist so the first thing I did was pop the clasp and put the timepiece on the table.

"Is this part of the deal?" she asked. "Taking away my sense of time?" "No" I answered, "When I tie your hands together I don't want the metal band cutting off circulation."

I wanted to keep things simple to begin with, so I asked her to hold out her hands in front- a position I thought she would be more comfortable with. She asked if that is how I would normally tie someone up, and I replied; “No, behind the back is more usual as it’s harder to get out of.” “Then do that,” she answered.

Holding her by her shoulders I swivelled her on the couch to face the other way and guided her hands crossed behind her back. As I tied she looked over her shoulder, asking questions like, “Why did you cross my wrists?” (to make a more secure lashing), and “Surely I can reach the knot?” (not if I tie it up high away from your fingers). She experimentally flexed her hands, bringing her tied wrists to the side of her body so she could see my handiwork. “It’s tight. I don’t think I can get out. Is that it?” she asked? “No” I replied, “We’ve just started.”

TBC
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Re: Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby linkedin » Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:39 pm

Wow this is brilliant, love your idea for the layout of this retelling, the pictures are a lovely touch! Please continue whenever you get time :)

Re: Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby Jack Roper » Thu Jan 02, 2014 3:39 pm

Just a note on safety for someone like this journalist: meeting at her place and being tied up is against the first rule of bondage--never let someone, even as wonderful as Snidley, tie you up at your place. That could well be the last thing you ever remember.

Re: Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby Snidley » Thu Jan 02, 2014 4:37 pm

That's exactly right. The last thing she remembered was the feel of my teeth on her neck as I felt for the pulse of her carotid. Of course now she's a member of my coven of vampires she's given up the journalist caper altogether. I asked her the other midnight if she regretted inviting me over, and she said she much preferred her new Undead unlife. Over the past few months she's saved a small fortune alone on beauty and skin toning products.

Re: Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby whatever747747 » Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:28 pm

Snidley wrote:That's exactly right. The last thing she remembered was the feel of my teeth on her neck as I felt for the pulse of her carotid. Of course now she's a member of my coven of vampires she's given up the journalist caper altogether. I asked her the other midnight if she regretted inviting me over, and she said she much preferred her new Undead unlife. Over the past few months she's saved a small fortune alone on beauty and skin toning products.


LOL

Good story, waiting for the continuation :D

Re: Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby Jack Roper » Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:33 pm

See, I told you so!

Re: Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby TheWonder » Thu May 15, 2014 9:20 pm

Just a little tip i want to give you, either say that the second post is a joke, OR PUT IT IN THE FICTION SECTION!

Re: Tie Up Games Meetup

Postby xtc » Fri May 16, 2014 1:40 am

Erm . . .
I think we all realised it was a joke, surely? We Vampires are used to being the butts of jokes; it disarms our victims!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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