Postby donatello » Fri Apr 15, 2011 9:35 pm
So this is based on the story of my first tie up experience - it happened a little while ago with a friend who, for protection of the (not-so) innocent, I will call James. I don't remember the details perfectly, and I've taken some artistic license to make the story more fun to read. But the essential facts and events are true and unaltered.
James and I were in our early twenties at the time, and going to the same university. We had actually been friends for quite a while, and one of our favorite past-times was staying up late having deep conversations about all sorts of things. But in particular, we loved to use the 'drunkenness' of the early hours of the morning to tell each other things we would normally never tell.
I guess I should start by saying that I am, and have always - as far back as I can remember - been fascinated by and very interested in bondage; well, I suppose I should say I have always wanted to be tied up, and seeing others tied up (in real life, in movies, or comics, or even just reading about it) gives me a thrill. Only, I was afraid of telling anyone about my secret little fetish, so it remained an unfulfilled interest for a very long time.
Then one night I got up the courage to admit I was deeply interested in being tied up. He was a bit surprised, but not weirded out or offended or anything - just curious. I talked about it a little, but I didn't want to ask him to tie me up because I wasn't sure how he would feel about it, especially since he wasn't into bondage at all. So I let it go at that and didn't pursue it further.
Now that he knew my secret, though, I felt that it was a definite possibility that I could ask him to tie me up and thus realize my fantasy of finally being bound (I had tried self-bondage, but I always had ultimate control, so the feeling wasn't - I thought - the same). Finally, one night I asked him to consider doing so. He was again taken back, but didn't react negatively. He said he would think about it.
After a day or two, he sent me an email saying he was ok with it. So we decided on a time to meet in my room. I lived at home at this time, the University being very close, so we had to actualize our plan at night. My room has a sliding door that opens on the back yard; at the predetermined time the door slid open and my friend stepped in my room.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said in response. "Are you ready?"
"Sure, I said." I was really nervous, almost to the point of trembling.
"Well," he said, "aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
I was surprised by his statement. "Umm…"
"Well, you can't be a true slave if you're wearing everyday clothes, right?"
I thought about it. He almost had a point there…
"In any case," he continued, sensing my hesitation, "a slave should do whatever his master tells him to, and I'm telling you to take everything off, so strip."
I wasn't sure how to respond to this. I was excited by it, the helplessness, the loss of control - even over what or how much I was wearing - but at the same time I was hesitant to compromise myself to the point of getting naked in front of my friend (even though we had seen each other naked before, in more 'normal' settings). James finally relented.
"At least strip down to your underwear then."
This was hardly better, as I was wearing pouch bikini briefs - minimalist, tight-fitting underwear that covers no more than a speedo but are made from cotton. But he had compromised, so I had to as well. At least I wouldn't be totally exposed. I removed my shirt, unbuttoned my pants, and slid them off my hips. There I was in my tiny red underwear.
"Now stand up and face away from me."
I did as I was told. He crossed my hands behind my back and tied them together with rope that I had provided. As I expected, the feeling was quite different from self-bondage. I felt his hands wrap the ropes around my wrists and, as he cinched the tight, I knew that whatever he had in mind for me, I could do nothing but submit.
After binding my hands, he led me to the edge of my bed and shoved me down onto it, face first. I bounced helplessly a couple of times, further realizing my situation. I was amazed - my friend was a natural at this already! Even before I stopped bouncing, he straddled my legs, brought my ankles together, and began to bind them as well. I could tell where this was going but could do nothing to stop it. Once finished, he completed the hogtie by attaching my ankles to my wrists with a third rope. Then he stood back to enjoy his work.
I began to struggle, and managed to roll on my side to get a better look at the knots. They were well hidden under several pseudo-knots - James really was creative, let me tell you. I struggled and twisted, stretched and grunted, trying in vain to undo the rope tying my ankles, or the one stretching me into a hogtie, or anything really. Through it all I was painfully conscious of my scantily clad body, and knew that I was putting on quite a show for him. He had recently told me he was exploring homosexuality, and I wondered how much he was enjoying this. He assured me later that I was not at all an object of his sexual interest, as we had been friends for years and he didn't want that to come between us. Still, I had to wonder what he was thinking as I struggled on my bed, clad only in a pair of skimpy speedo-like briefs.
After a while, he went to my "bondage box" (where I keep everything pertaining to my bondage fetish) and returned carrying one of my improvised ball gags.
"Oh, no," I said. "Not, that…"
I sincerely didn't want to be silenced, and I was ashamed to be reduced to moaning, groaning, and grunting to communicate. But, like any good captor, and any good slave, he insisted and I submitted. He rolled me onto my stomach, straddled me with his thighs, and brought the ball in front of my mouth. At first I didn't open, so he slapped my ass hard. I grunted in surprise and momentary pain.
"Open up!"
I knew he would just continue 'persuading me' until I gave in, and being the submissive type, I opened up, and the ball went it. James tied it tightly behind my head, then slapped my ass several times (gentler this time). Even though I didn't want to give James the pleasure of hearing the effects of his added control, I couldn't help myself. As he continued to slap my ass I began to protest - all that came out, of course, was a mixture of grunting and moaning.
"Hahaha!" James laughed at my helplessness, and I turned red. I was humiliated. I was also turned on, and my skimpy underwear didn't conceal much.
He got bored of my hogtie after a while, and untied the rope between my ankles and my wrists. Instead, he rolled me on my back, straddled my thighs (so that the bulge in my underwear was right between his legs), and pulled out a black sharpie marker. I immediately began to moan pleadingly; he was an artist at college and I knew how much he enjoyed drawing. His new sketch pad, however, was going to be rather fleshier than usual. Of course, he ignored my moaning and began to write on my body. Just below my pecs he wrote, in big block letters, "MY SLAVE". I squirmed and tried to make him mess up; in response, he grabbed the strap of my underwear along my waist and started to pull down. I went stiff as a board, and he continued his artwork undisturbed.
After labeling me, he proceeded to draw, across my stomach, two figures; one was naked, bent over a stool; he was tied up and ball gagged. The other was standing next to him with his hand open, ready to slap his butt.
He then flipped me over onto my stomach, and proceeded to tie me in the most interesting way yet. He tied a rope to my ankles, then bent my feet over my butt; taking the end of the rope, he pulled up on the waistband of my underwear and snaked it under and down. He then pulled the rope through (out the left leg of my briefs, I think), and tied it off. The end result was that my legs were now tied to my underwear, which was now half-way down my butt. As soon as he finished tying it off, he let go of my legs (which he had been pressing against my butt); as my legs tried to relax, the rope went taught and my briefs were pulled all the way off my ass.
Horrified and humiliated, but knowing I couldn't reverse the process with my hands tied, I began to struggle desperately, trying to free my hands. The more I struggled, however, the further down my underwear was pulled, and soon my thrashing threatened to my briefs off of my crotch as well; at this point, I stopped struggling and accepted my humiliating defeat. There I was: bound, ball-gagged, and nearly buck naked - my only clothing an already skimpy pair of briefs barely clinging to my crotch.
Totally still now, I looked at my captor in humiliation and moaned pitifully. I don't think I intended to, it just slipped out of me spontaneously. James drank in every detail of my predicament, clearly loving it. Then he climbed onto the bed next to me and began slapping my naked ass. My natural instinct was to squirm and struggle to try and prevent him - or seem like I was preventing him - from smacking me. But the more I did so the more I risked stripping myself completely; so all I could do was sit still and take it. The cracking sound - and the fact that I couldn't do anything about it - was pure humiliation.
James tired of this after a while, and left me in that state for about half an hour, at which point he untied me. He went home soon after, since it was already really late. That whole night I couldn't forget the memory of the ropes on my wrists, or the way I felt as my ankles pulled my underwear off my butt. Or the sensation as the ball gag was pulled deep into my mouth. And of course I couldn't forget the title "MY SLAVE" written across my chest or the drawing of the slave and his master. I realized that night that I am really obsessed with bondage, and that I get a truly remarkable sensation out of it. I was grateful for a friend who was willing to help me explore, but I felt that the exploration had really only begun.
Postby xtc » Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:40 am
I'm glad you're back. I thought you might have left us.
Postby donatello » Sun Apr 17, 2011 3:25 pm
No, I'm still around haha. I tend to keep to myself and just enjoy reading the occasional great story. Also, life's always super busy and keeps me on my toes. I haven't gone anywhere tho!
Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:19 am
Good experience and story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!
Postby animal » Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:36 am
Thanks for more stories by one of my favorite posters on this site

Keep going with this one, and please finish Surprised By A Friend!
Postby capturedsuperhero » Tue Apr 19, 2011 11:09 am
Great tale, I had a similar experience a couple years ago, I'll try to psot sometime in the next week

Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!
Postby donatello » Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:48 pm
Thanks everyone for the positive responses. I just may continue with the story that follows this one chronologically. It's possibly even more interesting, though some elements are similar. I'm pretty busy at the moment, but I'll get around to it soon. And yes, I tend to start more stories than I finish, for which I apologize. I'll finish Surprised by a Friend too if I can find the time.

Postby starduster » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:43 am
the "i'm not going to strip you, i'm going to tie you up so you strip yourself" is possibly my favourite bit of any story ever.
Postby donatello » Thu Apr 21, 2011 7:18 am
Hahaha! I know, I was really surprised when I felt him tie my ankles to my underwear - he's a pretty creative guy, especially since this was his first time ever tying someone up. I didn't expect it to go that far, but I also have to say it was pretty exciting.
Postby starduster » Thu Apr 21, 2011 9:51 am
donatello wrote:Hahaha! I know, I was really surprised when I felt him tie my ankles to my underwear - he's a pretty creative guy, especially since this was his first time ever tying someone up. I didn't expect it to go that far, but I also have to say it was pretty exciting.
did it work in the end or did you manage to keep them (barely) on?
Postby Jase1010 » Thu Apr 21, 2011 1:41 pm
I loved that detail, too. Creativity in humiliation like that is such a big turn-on.
Postby donatello » Thu Apr 21, 2011 10:33 pm
No, I managed to keep my underwear (barely) on. But only by ceasing any attempt to get free - so it was trading one kind of humiliation for another.
Postby BondageMike » Fri Apr 22, 2011 11:31 pm
Very cute story indeed, do go on.
Postby starduster » Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:52 am
carry on/tell us your other stories please!
Postby donatello » Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:17 pm
Alright, my next experience is under way, though it's still a work in progress. Like I said, I've been extremely busy lately, but I'll try and get it finished soon. It was quite an experience, so I think if you enjoyed this story you'll like this next one too. I'll make it a priority to finish soon!
Postby Jake » Mon Apr 25, 2011 3:43 am
Really jealous

Great story

I'm all yours. Use any method of tying me up and I'll welcome it. Gag me however you wish. Blindfold me if you need to. Just don't hurt me!

Postby starduster » Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:15 am
donatello wrote:Alright, my next experience is under way, though it's still a work in progress. Like I said, I've been extremely busy lately, but I'll try and get it finished soon. It was quite an experience, so I think if you enjoyed this story you'll like this next one too. I'll make it a priority to finish soon!
yay

Postby sarwrductan » Thu May 12, 2011 10:18 am
I agree...I'll be waiting myself for more
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble
Postby gagguy » Sun May 29, 2011 8:08 pm
Great story! You're lucky to have such a good and open-minded friend.
Postby Misquamicut » Mon May 30, 2011 1:03 pm
This was a good read and, grammatically, a very well written story. Hooray!