Collar tied (F/M)

[Blndfld]

Besides some games played as a child, like police and robbers, this story is my first real tied-up experience. Little did I know back then that this would be the start and many tied-up events would follow. The story took place about twenty years ago. Because this is a long time ago, some details are a bit blurred and can be enriched with made-up details. But the main storyline is based on a real event.

It was just after summer holidays and school started a few weeks earlier. The maintenance construction on the school building was a little delayed. The first weeks of college were a bit broken with a lot of canceled classes because not the entire building was available. I was chilling in the canteen waiting for the last class of that day. Most of my friends went home because they didn't want to wait for this class and chose to truant. After school, my parents would pick me up to visit family, so I was alone playing a game on my graphic calculator. This is when I met a girl who was new to our school because she had moved during the summer. She had a fine posture and brown, wavy, almost curly hair. She approached me and asked if I had time and could help her find her way around. I didn't mind because I was just waiting and guided her around the building. During the tour, we talked about her move and the new house she was living in with her parents. She appreciated our time together and near the end of the tour, she gave me her number and asked if I would visit her and see her new place.

The next week we saw each other surprisingly often during class switches. Every time I saw her, she just walked around with a neutral or slightly bored face, but when she saw me, she responded with a smile. One day, just before lunch break, she walked beside me and asked if I would join her to eat lunch together. I did, and when we sat together, she asked me why I didn't come by to her house. She told me she enjoyed the walk through the building the week before and would like to get to know me better. She mentioned that she didn't know that many boys who were that kind and helpful to just make time for a stranger. I responded that many people end a conversation with an invitation to meet again, but they rarely mean it. In my experience, when I respond to such an invitation, it's very hard to pick a date, which gets rescheduled many times before the meeting is canceled. So I decided to ignore such invitations and skip all the inconvenient planning part. She told me she recognized this, and did mostly the same. But in this situation, she really liked to meet me again. So we made an appointment that I would visit her next Saturday.

That Saturday, I drove to her house in the late morning. When I arrived, she waited excitedly for me at the front door. By the time I had hung my jacket on the coat rack, she had told me three stories about all kinds of things that happened. She spoke so rapidly that she stumbled over her words. I asked her if she was nervous because I was at her place. She blushed and admitted she was. She took a deep breath and explained calmly that her sister and parents were home too. All morning, they teased her that they looked forward to meeting her ‘boyfriend’. We both weren't thinking about a relationship… yet. But there was some sort of click between us. I told her we were just going to have a fun time with the whole family together, and that the teasing part would pass by if we acted as chill as possible. I stroked her arm, which instantly caused goosebumps on her skin.

I met her parents, sister, and dog, and we had lunch together. Afterwards, we played a board game with her sister and everyone just enjoyed a pleasant day. When I announced that I promised my parents I would be home before dinner, she asked if I wanted to walk the dog with her before leaving. We had no pets at home and weren't familiar with dog-walking, so it felt awkward, and I responded hesitantly. But I could appreciate some time with her alone, so I agreed. During the walk, every time we passed another dog, she pulled the leash so the dog was forced to walk directly beside her. The barking of the dog was interrupted when she pulled the leash. From my perception, it seemed that it made the dog choke. Not that I was an animal lover, but I asked why she needed to be so hard on the dog that she almost killed that little ‘wagging tail’. She explained to me it was because of the dog's collar. This was a slip collar that was loose when the dog behaved and walked relaxed with her, but got tighter when he didn’t and put force on the leash. It should help the dog listen. She assured me that it had a stop so the dog couldn’t hang himself. I wondered how that could work, and we chatted about it before returning to her home, and I left.

We had a good time together and met regularly afterwards. Since our first touch had such a major effect on her, I touched her frequently because I enjoyed the effect of my strokes on her. Soon I found out she was extremely ticklish, and I had great fun exploiting that. It became common that when we met, a tickle fight was part of it, and we both enjoyed it. Most of the time, I won our ‘fight’, mostly because I’m older and stronger than her, and I don’t give her the chance to explore my weakest and most ticklish parts.

One time, I met her at her place when she was home alone. We chilled in her bedroom when she mentioned the talk about the dog’s collar during my first time at her house. She asked if I understood how it worked or if I was still concerned about the dog’s health during walks. I didn’t think much about it, but also didn’t see such a collar before. The exact functionality of the thing I couldn’t describe. Then she grabbed the collar from the drawer of her bedside table and started to show and explain the working of this chain slip collar thing. Something about rings where the chain is connected to but also pulls through. I just sat there, looking surprised and wondering why she stored the dog’s collar in her bedside drawer. So I asked her, and she responded that it was still on her mind and she would show me.

Then she suggested that I should test this collar and feel for myself that it tightens when you put force on it and loosens when you relax. But that it won’t get too loose so the dog (or me) could escape. I instantly refused. That thing won’t go around my neck. The chain is way too short to fit, and I would like to stay alive. No matter how good or safe that collar may be, I don’t trust it. She said that she wouldn't put it around my neck and agreed that this length is for a dog, not a human. But I could still experience the function by putting my hands together and she would put it around my wrists. I didn’t see any harm in that, and so it happened. The collar went around my hands, and she pulled on one end and it tightened around my wrists, pulling them together. "Now try to escape from it," she tells me. So I pull on the chain and feel the chain dig into my skin, not able to get out as long as she holds one end of the chain. When I stop trying and relax, I feel that the pressure releases, but my hands are still together, not able to slip the chain off by myself. “I understand how it works now, thanks. Will you now let me go?” I asked her. “Not yet,” she responded while she playfully still pulls on one end of the chain. “I think I’ll take a little advantage of the situation.”

Unexpectedly, she pushes on my shoulder so I fall backward onto her bed. She rapidly walks beside the bed to the headboard, taking my hands above my head. She grabs the dog’s leash, which is sturdily tied to the radiator in the corner of her room. The collar around my hands is crossed between my hands and attached to the leash. This leash has a sort of bouncy elastic part, causing my hands to be pulled above the headboard of her bed. There I lay, hands tied together above my head. She started to laugh. “Let’s see who can win the tickle challenge now,” moving her fingers quickly above my face. “Oh no, you planned all this so you’re able to tickle me? You naughty little… hahahaha, whoehoehaha, hihihoehahi.” She started to tickle me on my sides and under my armpits. I couldn’t do anything to stop her. I saw she enjoyed it to have me submissive to her.

She tickled me endlessly, in my experience. My belly, with extra attention to my belly button. My sides and armpits. My upper legs, kneecaps, and the hollow of my knees. All the parts I usually can tickle her. After twenty minutes, which seemed like hours and hours, she suddenly stopped. When I regained my breath after a couple of minutes, she said: “Now let’s investigate the sensitivity of your feet.” My favorite part to tickle her, but she never got the opportunity before to try mine. She made grateful use of the situation she was able to try now. She sat down on my legs, holding them together with her legs and down to the bed with her weight, and started to tickle my feet. It was horrible. And fun. I laughed too hard. After a few minutes, she finally stopped and stood up. “So this is how it feels to win a tickle fight,” smiling at me. She disconnected the dog’s collar from the leash and untied my hands. I was so tired from laughing that I just stayed lying down on her bed. “That was intense, … but fun.”

[milagros317]

Wonderful story!

It's great to see a new member who writes F/M stories, my favorite type of story.

[Mike]

This is amazing! It looks like she had planned everything and tricked you into being tied. Please share more if there is

[copperfox]

Fantastic first story, @Blndfld! I also have to agree with @Mike…I think you played right into her trap.

Do you know if she was into TUGs at that point? It’s also fun to see how quickly she went from being nervous around you to tying and tickling you. Good for her!

Great to hear that this was the first of many such experiences. Please continue to share more!

[Blndfld]

Yeah, she had everything planned and I had no clue on what was going to happen. I didn’t know anything about this, or that tying someone or being tied was a thing.
To be honest, I stumbled upon this site a few weeks ago. That was the first time I learned about the term TUG. For almost twenty years I called it soft BDSM. Soft because when you search on BDSM or bondage you find mostly more rough material compared to what we did.
But now I know. And I have a few years of stories to write about. Stay tuned ….

[Mike]

Great! Can't wait for more

[tiedinbluetights]

Nice story and welcome to the forum!

Looking forward to more of your stories you've just mentioned.