Thought I’d share this experience on here, and the many more I hopefully get up to from now on.
As a few of you know, I put up a post earlier about how I should be tied. Recently, the mood to be tied up really took me away, which is not so common recently, just with how busy I can be, how tired my boyfriend is, or just actually wanting to be tied up. I’m picky.
So, it’s Saturday evening, we’ve been into town, trying our hardest to get this boy something from the shops. We’ve had our tea, and as agreed a few days before, he is gonna tie me up and let me have a bit of fun, while he does whatever he likes. I get changed into my clothes that I keep stowed away for tie ups, cause I don’t like ruining nice clothes, and I don’t like rope burns or having the hair ripped off with tape or anything nasty. I think that’s fair? I wore a long crewneck top, white, and some skinny blue jeans, and white ankle socks.
I’m changed, and ready, my boyfriend puts in some music in the background. We’re in the living room, all the curtains are drawn, it’s quite cozy actually, another day I wouldn’t mind just lounging around watching a film or something. But I was gonna get tied up, so that was the agenda.
So we get started. My boyfriend starts to tie my wrists together with some rope. Now I admit, our rope we have isn’t the best, it’s soft and stretchy cotton material and I think I bought it from one of those online sex shop sites that do all sorts of plastic crap. My fault. But in fairness, once he’s cinches it off, the tie is about 4 inches tall, it’s quite snug and feels actually really good!
Next, a few ropes around my chest. These aren’t the best either, mostly just to give a feel of them, if I shrugged hard I could probably get them off, but where’s the fun in that?
Next I am sat down, and my boyfriend tied my ankles, my right over my left, which felt the most natural, and he tied them again. And again, snug, and tight. If anything it’s feeling very nice and a nice reminder of why I like being tied up after all. My thighs are done with a long bundle of rope too, just above my knee, going up my thighs.
Now because I haven’t done it in a while, I felt that it was more of a ‘getting back into it’ session, if that makes sense, so next came all the loose ends and rolls of various tape we are running low on or nearly out of. If you know me, you know tape is my favourite, and I love the feeling of it, especially on my legs. So my boyfriend uses a variation of normal duct tape and wide and thin electrical tape, mostly going criss cross over my body, just to hold me together. I’d say 4 or 5 crosses over my legs and 2 over my torso.
Now I really REALLY wanna have my hands taped up again, but I, and mostly he are both quite scared of me (or him sometimes when I get the upper hand on him) losing circulation or something. Do tell me if I’m overthinking it, but this time we didn’t do it. Have in the past with microfoam, but much to my dismay, not today.
Anyway, I’m helped to the floor, and a small rope is tied between my ankles and my wrists, pulling me all together, I feel the stretch in my back. I’m no way near enough flexible to touch feet yet, but there’s a feeling of being tied in this position, and my hamstrings are pressed against my calves, so I’m trussed up good. It feels very nice actually.
Next comes the gag. Now again, usually I would fiend for a tape gag. (AND AGAIN, I’m worried about using a stuffing, cause I don’t wanna choke but god I wanna do it so bad, so again any more advice would be appreciated)
But this time, just a regular ballgag, it’s tied tightly around the back of my head, and then, to my surprise, he tied one of his long rugby socks around my eyes and blindfolds me! Usually I do have to prompt him and have hand held him during him learning about tugs, but this was unprompted, and fun! I giggle a little through my gag.
He tells me I’ve got as much time as I want, our safeword changes often, trying to get the best one. Recently it’s making a long, single tone noise. Like going mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Sometimes I’ll try (or try to) make a ping sound at the end, like a microwave. It’s cringey I know but it makes me giggle, and I think it makes sense, that I’m done.
So I’m trussed up on the carpet, hogtied, with ropes around my limbs, and tape to hold me tight, a ballgag, and a blindfold. My boyfriend says to me I’ve got as long as I like, he’ll just sit and watch, which was hot cause I couldn’t see him but I know he can see me.
I spend the first few minutes gently swaying and fidgeting into place, getting used to how I’m tied, if it feels right, not to tight, mostly just with my hips and shoulders, both that there was much to move,
Gradually I start to pick it up, trying just to free myself with brute force, which never ever works for me, but I love doing it anyway. I’m really enjoying this, I’m in my own world, music in the background and the occasional walking around from my boyfriend feels natural, like being tied up, gagged and wriggling around is the most normal thing in the world. Sometimes I’ll get tied up and think to myself, huh, I’m such a weirdo for being into this. But it was nice.
We’re about 10 minutes in, my boyfriend has made a cup of tea and, unbeknownst to me right now, is just watching over me, as I squirm. I hear him chuckle a little under his breath, seeing me out of breath.
I call out to him as best I can
“Wphhh yohh lphhnnn ahhh” (what you laughing at)
Which he finds funny, and likes it when I try and talk to him.
He tells me to put on a show, which makes me giggle, as am a little tired.
I wipe the saliva around my lips on the floor (i don’t really like drooling on myself, it makes me feel silly) , and I start to writhe and roll around, exaggerating my hips and hands, even letting out a few moans for him, just to make him happy. At one point, I decide to wiggle over to him. Almost like a worm or caterpillar, I squirm forwards, sticking my bum up in the air and use my knees to push me along the carpet. I was laughing, he was laughing, it was fun.
He comes and sits next to me, stroking my hair and just running his hands over my arms and shoulders.
By then, I’m quite exhausted after the whole experience.
I make my microwave noise and he very quickly unbuckles my ballgag, wiping it in the carpet as I wipe my mouth on it too. He asked if I’m alright, which I quickly respond yes, but I’m done for tonight, with that, get gets to work untying me. I thank him with many kisses which slowed the untying process but I don’t think either of us minded.
And that was my hogtie last weekend! My boyfriend told me I was tied up about 20 mins, which for me is pretty good going. I know I waffled in a bit but wanted to make it fun. I hope you enjoyed reading, and next time I get tied up or have a story worth telling, I’ll be happy to share again!
