A story I found on the Internet Wayback Machine, originally from another TUG site.
I had realized that I enjoyed being tied up much more than other guys when I was about 6-7 years old. When we played games involving cowboys & Indians, or cops & robbers, etc., I always wanted to be the one who was caught and tied up by the other side. I came to understand that I was truly different than most people of either gender when I was left, tied and gagged for 8 hours while on a field trip with my classmates. When one of the supervising adults found and untied me, I acted like I hated being tied up all that time, because I thought I was supposed to hate it. I thoroughly enjoyed a situation that anyone I knew, boy or girl, would have hated and been frightened to death to have experienced.
My first real bondage experience or one that involved sex came when I was 17 years old. I was at my girlfriend's house on a Saturday and we were lying on the floor watching TV. Her parents and brother were out, somewhere. I rolled onto my stomach and propped my chin in my hands to continue watching the movie on TV. Suddenly, she jumped on my back and started to wrestle with me. This was nothing out of the ordinary. We did this sort of thing frequently, so I thought nothing of it. I started to respond and she grabbed my arms and held them behind my back, saying, "Now I've got you helpless, on your stomach with your hands behind your back" or something to that effect. I said something like "I could get away any time I wanted." "Not if I tied you like this," she said. I could not believe what I was hearing. Did this girl I had known for several years just say what I think she said? "Do you really think you could tie me up so that I couldn't get away?" I asked. "If you promise to wait right here and not move, I'll show you," she replied. This was just really too good to be true.
She flounced off into another part of the house and I lay there thinking that I shouldn't get my hopes up; that she'd probably do a lousy, sloppy job and I'd have to act like I was really tied up and couldn't get loose. Soon, she was back with lots of rope and some cloth strips. "What're you going to do with that cloth?" I asked. "Silly," she exclaimed, "I'm going to gag you, of course." Damn, I thought, this keeps on getting better. She straddled my back and again pulled my arms behind me, placed my hands palm to palm and began to wind the rope around my wrists. I began to realize that she knew what she was doing when, after each turn around my wrists, she stopped, cinched and tied the rope. When most inexperienced people endeavor to bind someone they wind great loops about the body or arms and only tie it when the rope is used up. This type of bondage is ridiculously easy to escape.
When she finished the loops about my wrists she ran the rope between my arms several times and cinched the coils tight before knotting them. I remember thinking that she has obviously done this before. I was going to have a hard time escaping from this. By this time, I was also thinking that it was a thing I was on my stomach. My erection would have been an embarrassment and a dead giveaway that I was enjoying this a little more than I should have. She turned her attention to my ankles, binding in the same manner as my wrists. When she finished, she pulled me into a tight hogtie, my heels against my hands and finished off the job with a couple of knots. "Still think you can get away, now?" she asked, sweetly. "Time for your gag," she said, "open wide." I opened my mouth and she stuffed most of a large piece of cloth between my teeth and tied another strip of cloth over it to keep it in place.
I had never felt so completely helpless and excited in my whole life. I was in the very situation I had always dreamed of, being tied and gagged by a pretty girl. I rolled around and struggled as hard as I could. It was no use. I was not going anywhere. She lay beside me on the floor, put her arm over my shoulder and started to watch the movie. We lay like that for another hour, I suppose. I occasionally shifted to try to find a comfortable position and grunted into the gag. Soon after, she got up and went into the kitchen. I could hear her getting some items from the refrigerator and bustling about. Soon, she returned with a sandwich and a glass of water. "I thought might be hungry, so I made us a little something to eat. If you promise to be quiet, I'll take your gag out and give you some of this food. Do you promise?" I slowly nodded my head and she undid the strip holding my gag in place and took it from my mouth.
I panicked when she turned me onto my back for I was still as hard as a rock. She seemed not to notice and sat, holding my head in her lap. She fed me about half of the sandwich and held the glass to my lips so I could drink. "Sorry, Bobby," she said when we had finished the food and drink, "But I'm going to have to gag you again for what comes next." What comes next, I thought. What the hell could that possibly be? She disappeared into the kitchen again with the dish and glass.
(Author's note: This is getting longer than I had intended. Continued later if you wish.)
Bobby