Discovering the Secret

Postby bzzart » Tue Jan 17, 2012 10:47 am

Ok, so I know that I've written a lot of stories (well, no, not really). But then it came to me that my stories weren't really about games, more about unwilling victims and kidnapping. So I decided that I was going to have a story about two regular girls having TUGs instead of some kidnapping story. Also, I decided that I wanted to make it an ongoing thing like the Heidi Series by whoistheshadownow (Great idea, by the way) because I write such huge stories.



RING! RING! RING!

“I’ll get it, Mom!” I called over the ring of the phone. I had a feeling it would be Willow, seeing as how we had scheduled things. Well, more like how I had scheduled things.

I ran over across the top floor and grabbed the phone, jamming the answer button.

“Hello?” I heard Willow ask.

“It’s me, Haley,” I said.

“Great!” She said. “You can come over now, if it’s ok.”

“It’s fine.”

“Good. See you soon.” She hung up.

I hurried downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I grabbed my blue rain jacket and slipped into my shoes, ready to go outside. I looked out the window. Lots of rain, flooding down the streets, hitting the window pane. Good thing I thought to bring the jacket. But who wouldn’t, in that weather?

“Mom!” I called. “I’m going to Willow’s!”

“Just bring a jacket!” I heard her reply from upstairs. Already got that covered. Literally.

The rain splattered on my hood of my blue rain jacket as I trudged over to my Willow’s house. If she hadn’t lived two blocks away I wouldn’t have bothered come. It was really poring, and the wind buffeted me like a leaf in a storm. I put my hands in my pockets to warm them.

“Hey, Haley!” My friend Willow greeted, as I walked into her door and took off my jacket. It was cold and wet, so I took off my wet shoes and laid them by the doorway. Not that I normally wore shoes, and neither did Willow.

It felt good to feel warm after such a depressing, cold walk. It wasn’t that long of a walk, but my pants were quite wet and some rain had gotten in my hair.
Me and Willow have been friends for about five years, since we were ten. We were both in eighth grade, and had known each other since third. Willow had constantly come to my house maybe four times a month, but I didn’t get to go to her house that much, so I was excited whenever we did. Willow was my best friend, what they called “inseparable”.

I followed her up the stairs, leading up to her room. Her room was a fairly pink room, with walls of pink and a big red rug. She had a clean-ish room with a desk and computer along with a few trophies showing her cross-country prowess.

After messing around on facebook and talking, our conversation wandered to school and things like that. I hate to brag, but I have to say I was slightly smarter than Willow, but we were both in advanced classes. After boring talk, Willow admitted she had to go to the restroom.
Great! Time to do what I had came for.

You see, a few months ago I had inquired about this closet in Willow’s room. It was locked, and I had asked what it was. It went something like this:


“Hey, what’s in here?” I asked, trying to open some closet in her room.

“Oh, stuff,” Willow said, not looking up from the homework that we were supposed to be doing. Well, she was supposed to be doing, as I had already finished long before her.

“You going to tell me?” I asked.

“No.”

I pouted. “C’mon! You don’t keep secrets from me! You aren’t going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

“How is this different from your crush on Ian Covello?”

Willow blushed. “That’s different. You would have figured that out eventually.”

I snorted. “Probably, seeing as how your eyes follow him whenever he’s in sight. I bet that you couldn’t live without him. Besides, are you saying that I won’t figure this one out soon?”

“Probably not,” She replied.

“Is it really that secretive?” I complained.

“Maybe someday I’ll show you.”


Well, “someday” has come! Every time I came to her house after that I either asked what it was or tried to get in. It was always locked, and Willow would give me nothing but vague answers like “I’ll tell you soon” or “I won’t tell you what’s in there. Not yet at least”. So I was about to find out whether she liked it or not.

I had been thinking about it for a while. Every time I mentioned the closet it seemed to peak my curiosity, like wanting to know something for Christmas. Like there was time that anyone out there has really wanted to know something, but something else prevented them from it. And here that thing was, presenting itself in the form of a closet in my best friend’s house.

Before I came here, I had searched up how to pick a lock. It was cool, knowing how to pick a lock, and honestly, who doesn’t want to?

I started to bend the wire, and tried to pick those, what do you call them, tumblers? They’re these things in the lock that you have to push up with the wire to make the door unlock. What a pain.

How long was Willow gone? A minute? Two? Five? Who knew? I better finish this fast, or I would have to abort the mission. This was so much easier in Howcast.
Wait a second…

Unlocked! Haha, what luck! I didn’t even need to pick this stupid lock!

I opened the door and I saw that it was a coat closet with various different winter coats and jackets. There was large metal box, about two feet high, half a foot tall, and a foot wide, a very flat-looking box. And it had a padlock on it.

C’mon! What was with all the security? First, a locked door, then a locked box. You have got to be kidding me.

But this meant that whatever was inside was even more secretive. Besides, Willow said that she might share her secret with me eventually. What difference was it that I found out on my own? But there was a padlock. You can’t pick padlocks, at least, I had never heard of it.

Well, great. Now what?

“I knew you would be looking there.” Busted. Of course. I knew I wasn’t stealthy, but maybe it was because I had been staring at that box for a little bit over a minute.

“I actually left it unlocked,” Willow continued. “Your curiosity led you here, right?”

“Um, yeah,” I admitted. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Not really, seeing how I knew this was coming,” She replied as she walked over to the box. She walked over and reached into the pocket of one of the coats, a big black one on the second left.

“You left it in there?” I asked. “Is that really safe?”

“Would you have looked there?” Willow challenged.

“No.”

“Exactly.”

She proceeded to put the key into the box. I held my breath, feeling the anticipation. After all this time, I would finally be seeing what was in the mysterious box! Willow’s greatest secret, there was no way I would tell anyone. After all, they were secret’s right, you don’t call them secret if they aren’t secret.
Then again, I was making this secret less secret than…. Never mind.

The box opened……..

And in it was a bunch of rope, cloths, handcuffs, and a bunch of zip ties.

I stared at it.

“Your big secret is a bunch of hardware supplies?” I asked skeptically.

Willow blushed. “It’s not that.”

“Well, I hope the real reason is better than what I can think of right now,” I remarked.

She kept silent.

“Well?” I teased. “You gonna tell me what all this stuff is about? Or are you just going to keep me in the dark?”

“You’ll think I’m weird.”

“Willow, everyone’s weird. All the good people anyhow. Even if it is weird, who cares? If I do care, then what kind of friend am I?”

“What if it turned out to be that I liked to harm people younger than me?”

I was silent. That was surely not right, but I still couldn’t answer that. I tried to give back a positive answer to that fairly negative question.

“Willow, how could I ever befriend somehow who likes harming people? You’re not like that. I don’t care what it is. Heck, don’t tell me. But if you do, no matter what it is, I’ll be your friend. I’m your best friend, Willow and best friends trust each other. Am I right?”

Willow gave me a weak smile. “Are you sure about that?”

“Maybe not in a minute, but as sure as I’m going to be now.”

“Ok, fine.” She said. She reached her arms up and stretched. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been wanting to tell you for months. But I haven’t gotten the guts until now. It hasn’t helped that my Mom and cousin have been pressuring for me to tell you. But here we are now.”

“C’mon!” I complained. “Your killing me!”

“Ok,” Willow said, taking a deep breath. “Here goes. You know how people get tied up all the time? The damsel in distress kind of thing? The way ropes and handcuffs get stuck on someone and they can’t move?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “So?”

“I like to tie people up and be tied up,” She said quietly.

I blinked. Whoa. That was weird. But not that weird. Well, it was pretty weird, but not extremely weird. Did feeling that way make me weird?

“So?” Willow asked. “What do you think?”

“Um……” I said hesitantly. “I’m not sure. Tell me more.”

“Ok,” She said. “There is a little society of people like me around the world that likes being tied up. We people do it purely for fun, and we find not being able to move and causing other people helpless fun. Get it?”

“Yeah,” I said. “But how does that feel fun? Isn’t the whole purpose of being tied up is to get out?”

“That’s half the fun if you ask me,” Willow said. “Getting out is fun, but if you fail, that’s fine. Besides, you would have to do it yourself to know how it feels like.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Well, yes,” Willow admitted. “Nobody does it with me except my cousin, who lives in another town. My mom knows about it, but she won’t watch over me. So I was hoping that you could join me. How does it sound?”

“Um, it sounds really weird,” I admitted. “The idea is very, very weird.”

“I know. Please don’t leave and never come back.”

I gave her a smile. “You know I wouldn’t do that. It may sound strange, but I’m listening. Anything else?”

“Ok, as I was saying, people like me are actually all over the place. We call it bondage. If you look it up on the internet you’ll be able to see all sorts of stuff. Bondage is essentially the role of a submissive and dominant. The submissive, is the person who gets tied up, and the dominant is the person who does the tying and watches over the person. So, the dominant is as it says “dominant” over the submissive.”

“So which are you?” I asked.

“I like being the submissive more,” Willow admitted. “But I’ve never really been the dominant that much, so I would like to try.”

“So, what about your chest?” I asked.

She reached over and slid the metal box across so that it was next to us. She started reaching out for materials.

She got out a cord of rope. “Easily the most known form of tying up. The traditional rope, which works really well if you know the right knots. I know how to tie people up fairly well so they can’t do more than flop around. If you’re interested, I could teach you.”

“What about the other stuff?” I asked.

“Right,” She said. She got out the handcuffs and zip ties. “Handcuffs are when you want to have fun looking for the keys to get out. Since there really is no getting free of handcuffs without a key, I like them, but I only have one so that really puts a damper into things. Zip ties are a one-time only thing, but they tighten really well.”

“What about all the other stuff?” I asked, pointing at the cloths, scarfs, and bandannas. There were also one pair each of panties, pantyhose, and ankle socks.
“Those?” She said. “The scarfs are used like ropes if I don’t want any marks. The rest of the stuff is for gagging of course! Well, and blindfolding. But I only do blindfolding if my cousin is here.”

“Gagging?” I inquired. “Who would here you?”

“It’s not so much about preventing speech,” Willow explained. “It’s just like the thought about being tied up in the first place. The feeling.”

“How did you get into bondage?”

“My cousin. I have no idea how she got into it, but she explained it in a conversation much like this one. She let me tie her up, than I did the same to her, and the rest is history.”

“So, are we going to start?” I really wasn’t sure about anything at this point, but I didn’t want to disappoint Willow. Besides, if all was like she said, then maybe I would come to like it after all, and that couldn’t be too bad. Or maybe it could. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She smiled broadly. “Thank you, Haley! I’m so happy that you actually want to try it! I half thought that you would just back out.”

Not yet, I thought.

“Ok, can you sit with your legs in front of you, together?” She asked excitedly. I complied. This had better be good.

She got out some rope and went behind me. “Can you put your hands behind your back for me?”

“Yeah, sure,” I replied. I crossed them behind my back. I felt her moving my hands around, so that they weren’t crossed, but she made it so that the back my palms were touching each other and weren’t crossed.

“Um, is this necessary?” I asked.

“It’ll make it harder.” She replied as she started wrapping the cotton rope around my wrists several times. I could feel the soft rope going around and around, not all that tight, and all of a sudden all tightened so I couldn’t move my wrists. I could feel her tying a bunch of knots.

“Harder for what?” I asked, curious.

“For you to move of course!” She got out another length of rope and started tying my ankles together, above my ankles socks and below my jeans. My feet were soon unable to move. She started tying right above my knees too.

I pulled at the rope, trying to force myself free. No luck. The rope really was strong. I tried to twist my wrist out, but it was too tight and the position of my palms made my fingers useless to pick at the knots.

“I can’t get out,” I realized.

“You probably could,” Willow replied. “With experience like mine, or just more time, you probably could. But at the moment, no, you can’t escape. But try.”
I pulled at the ropes on my wrists and the ropes dug ferociously back in retaliation. I bit my lip, trying to spread my legs but they were too tightly bound and the rope too strong. I currently on the ground, so I rolled over, struggling to free myself. I pulled on my ankle bindings, but they were too strong. I knew that if I could get my wrists free, then there was no way that I couldn’t get out. But I wasn’t done yet.

So forget trying to break the ropes. That would be impossible. I once again tried to slip through, but there was no give, no slack. I could feel that my wrists were each in a separate loop, like handcuffs. Rope handcuffs.

“This isn’t the kind of tying up they do in the movies,” I guessed.

“Of course not,” Willow agreed. “If we did it like the movies, it would never work. That’s called a cinch noose and wrist coil, a sort of slip knot to tighten your wrists in one loop of rope.”

“Forgive me if I don’t get it.”

“It makes more sense if you’re seeing it.”

“Kind of hard, seeing how my arms are behind me,” I said, not in an annoyed way, more like a joking kind of tone. Despite myself, it didn’t really feel bad to be tied up. I actually enjoyed the challenge of trying to free myself, being helpless. I felt as if, as if I really did need to get out, but at the same time a sort of calm that everything was really just a game.

“You enjoying this?” Willow asked.

I smiled. “You bet.” And I was surprised that I meant it.
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Re: Discovering the Secret

Postby The Black Falcon » Tue Jan 17, 2012 11:15 am

Ah yes, I feel another excellent story coming. I love Willow's description of bondage as an activity.
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Re: Discovering the Secret

Postby puddy2131 » Tue Jan 17, 2012 11:29 am

Good story so far. Well written and definitely has the potential for a long line of sequels!

Re: Discovering the Secret

Postby bzzart » Tue Jan 17, 2012 8:21 pm

Haha, I finished it in two posts! It's kind of short if you ask me, and I did it in two posts because when I looked at my last one, it had something like 60 posts on it with me posting most of them which I thought was ridiculous. I won't be posting part 2 or anything for a little while because I recently accepted a request (like 5 minutes ago).


I walked down the school steps as kids streamed past me, eager to escape learning and spend the rest of their day having fun. I wondered why there were so many kids, seeing how basketball practice had been over for more than fifteen minutes. I had been staying to retake a few tests in science. Willow had asked me to come back after that day today, Thursday. We hadn’t done anything else after that first time, only talked about it vaguely at school.

Now, we would be doing it. Again. Well, theoretically yes. She had just told me to come, not that we would actually be doing bondage. But I would bet a million nickels that that was what she would want to do.

My mind was on that Sunday ever since. I had caught myself drawing (which I am not bad at) people tied up in my science notes, which I had quickly erased. Whenever I wasn’t focused on something else my mind was on that. It just couldn’t get out of my head. The very idea of it just wouldn’t go.

What did I feel about it? Well, for one, I had to admit I enjoyed it. There was an unexplainable feeling to it. I felt that I could just let go, not do anything, because honestly, in that state, what could I do? I was helpless tied up, nowhere to go. You can’t move, so there really is no use in trying. It had a little “do whatever the person next to you wants, because you can’t do anything to stop it, so why fight?” feeling about it.

On the other hand, that felt very, very uncomfortable. I always had wondered about mind readers. Now, if mind readers did exist, when they looked in my mind they would see a girl that likes being tied up of her own free will. I really hope there aren’t mind readers in the world.

I walked down to our neighborhood. There was only a fifteen minute walk from the school to the neighborhood, so that was convenient. Willow had offered me a ride, but I liked walking down the neighborhood, it gave me time to think despite the truckload of homework and the three-ton backpack I was carrying.
I reached Willow’s house and knocked on the door.

Immediately, the door was thrown open and Willow was there, smiling. She had been cheerier after I admitted I was sort of interested. Go figure. I noticed that she was still wearing her basketball uniform, as she was on the JV basketball team, even though she really should have been on Varsity. The uniform was all silver with purple outline, and the big number 33 on it with Willow’s last name, Shirley at the back.

I didn’t do basketball, too much running around for me. I preferred gymnastics. This year, I had convinced Willow to join in the upcoming season.

“Hey Haley!” She said.

“Oh, hi,” I said. “I’m here, I guess.”

“Oh, you should have hurried,” Willow said.

“I apologize if I prefer passing science to getting tied up.”

“I get it.” She said with a smile. “Do you really want to do that?”

“Um sure,” I said. I’m not sure if I really meant it, it sort of just came out. I had been taking a lot of thought into it, but I guess when the time had come I wasn’t really thinking. Too late now.

“Great!” She said. She started to walk sort-of quickly upstairs to her room. “I’m so glad that I have a partner now, and it’s great that it’s you Haley!”
“It is?” I asked.

“Sure!” She said. “Who better to do it than your best friend?” We clambered upstairs into her room. The long metal box was waiting there for us, I suppose that Willow was expecting it, which I didn’t have a problem with.

“Want me to teach you how to tie people up?” She said excitedly.

“Why would I want to know that?” I asked.

“To tie me up, silly!” She said, half giggling. Wow, Willow sure was excited about this stuff. She must really like it. I was still sort of half reluctant about this entire thing, but hey, I wasn’t really complaining. Besides, doing whatever I wanted with a helpless Willow didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“Ok, so how do I do this?” I asked, because honestly, I hadn’t done much rope work in my life. Willow would probably know.

“Oh, I have some pictures in the bottom of my box,” She said as she started rummaging through until she got some folded pieces of paper. She held up a picture of a rope into a bunch of loops and coils around itself, labeling itself as a cinch noose.

“Uh, I’m supposed to try to tie that?” I asked.

“Give it a shot,” Willow encouraged. With help from Willow, I was able to successfully make a cinch noose, so if I pulled on the rope it would tighten like a slip knot. Or maybe it was a kind of slip knot. I wouldn’t know.

“Ok, what’s next?” I asked.

“You make a wrist coil,” She said.

“And that is?”

“It’s pretty much a loop of rope folded over itself for my wrists to go in. You put the cinch noose in the middle and my wrists go inside the wrist coil with the cinch noose dividing them. You pull on the cinch noose, which will make the little loop smaller and the coil tighter and I can’t escape!”

“Sounds complicated.”

She smiled. “It does. But trust me, it’s easy.” She then showed me how to do it and how the cinch noose worked, and I realized that it probably was what she used to bind me yesterday. She must be an expert at these things.

“Ready to tie me up?” She asked.

“No,” I replied, even though I was pretty sure with that instruction I could at least make it hard for her to move for a little bit. But yeah, I didn’t think I was READY.

“C’mon!” She said, practically thrusting the wrist coil and cinch noose into my hands and thrusting her hands behind her back and facing away from me. Shakily, I inserted the wrist coil and cinch noose into her noose, tightening it until it dug into her wrists. Willow was still wearing her basketball jersey so she didn’t have long sleeves to protect her. Too bad.

“Ouch, that’s good and tight!” She told me.

“Um, am I supposed to say thanks?” I asked.

“You’re welcome. Now finish tying me up however you like!” She said happily.

“Uh, ok.” I wandered over to her chest and grabbed some rope. I started wrapping her ankles several times with the thin rope and tightened it, knotting it with the square knot, one of the knots I knew. After Willow encouraged me to do her knees too, I likewise wrapped rope around her knees tightly and knotted them off.

“So, anything missing?” Willow asked me.

“Is this some sort of quiz?” I protested.

“I’m just asking you if I could be restricted any further,” Willow explained.

“Probably,” I guessed, “but I don’t see it.”

“Tie my elbows together maybe an inch apart,” She suggested. I got some rope and pushed her elbows as close as I could without completely forcing them. It wasn’t an inch apart, more like an inch and a half. I tied it the best I could, knotting it off with a hasty double knot.

“That’s good,” She said, grinning. Weird how when you can’t move you smile. Earth is a weird place.

“Now what?” There was still probably more stuff to do, but Willow wasn’t telling me. Honestly, this was as much as I could take in one day.

“Now I try to escape,” She replied. She started wriggling around, flopping from side to side. She tried to squeeze her hands through the wrist coil and untie her leg bindings. Fortunately, I had put the knot in front of her ankles, not behind, so she couldn’t untie her ankles. My cinch noose was as tight as it could possibly get so she couldn’t wiggle free. She was moving like a fish out of water, utterly helpless. I could think of about a hundred evil things I could do with my best friend like this, but I decided against it.

Willow gave a soft laugh. “Good job, I can’t really escape. Not now at least, I think you’re a natural at this!”

“I feel so honored,” I said sarcastically.

“You forgot something,” Willow added.

“Yes?” I said, not really caring.

“You forgot to gag me!” She revealed.

That got my attention. “A gag?” I wandered over to her chest of goodies. There were a bunch of tape and cloth and stuff like that. “How do I do this? Do gags really work?”

Willow laughed again and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “In reality? No, not really. Taping someone’s mouth or wrapping a cloth won’t do much more than make someone’s words a little bit harder to understand. What you really have to do to keep someone quiet is to stuff a cloth in their mouth and tie a cloth or tape their mouth to keep it in place. Those are called tape and cleave gags respectively.”

“So, tape or cleave?” I asked, reaching for a cloth for the stuff. This actually sort of excited me and despite myself, I was enjoying tying Willow up.

“Cleave gag,” She requested, rolling back onto her stomach. “Tape gags hurt when you pull them off, but to me they have a better feeling. For tape gags, you just put a strip or a few over my cheeks to hold the cloth in place and muffle me. For cleave, you tie it between my teeth and knot it behind my head.”

“Ok,” I said, grabbing another cloth. “Open up,” I said with a small smile. She opened her mouth wide, so it made a sort of “O”. I could see her white teeth and stuff. But instead of using one of the cloths, I reached down and pulled off one of her yellow socks, which was all dirty after playing basketball.

I grinned, playing with her. She clamped shut. I smiled. “C’mon, I thought you wanted to be gagged.”

“Your learni-“ was all she could say before I stuffed her yellow sock into her briefly opened mouth.

I quickly got out a pink bandanna and rolled it into a strip. I went behind and sat on her butt, which she gave a muffled complaint. I inserted the rolled up bandanna in between her teeth and pulled, thrusting it into her mouth. I tied it tightly under her dark brown hair.

“Mmph, mm, mmmm!” She muffled happily. Well, I assume so. Or maybe not, seeing as how her own dirty sock was in her mouth.

“Mmph, mm mm, mmph!” She mmphed at me. Wow, I really couldn’t understand her. I could see how if I was a robber, I don’t think that anyone could save Willow, as there was really no way that she could make a sound loud enough. The sock and bandanna just got in the way.

Willow started rolling down a little bit happily, bumping her head on my knee. Maybe this was fun after all.
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Re: Discovering the Secret

Postby nazjbu » Tue Jan 17, 2012 8:48 pm

Excellent! I will watch for new writing from you with great interest.
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Re: Discovering the Secret

Postby Chase Ricks » Wed Jan 18, 2012 3:42 am

This promises to be a most interesting story.
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Re: Discovering the Secret

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Jan 21, 2012 4:04 am

this is a great story.
sounds like these 2 girls are going to have a lot more bondage games together. and I would love to read them.