Hey all! I was browsing an old hard drive and found some photos from a high school video assignment. It brought back a flood of memories so I thought it'd be a good opportunity to write about them here. As usual, this story will likely come in two parts: a set up first, then the tie up scene the next day. I break it up usually because I like to give each part my full attention, hope that's understandable
Since we were both 18+ at the time, I maybe will share a photo too since her face is totally hidden in one of them depending on how interested people are in seeing that.
I probably had four video projects with a tie up game of varying qualities, but I'd rank this one as top two. I have adult ones too, or PG rated ones from grade school both m/f and m/m. Let me know if there's anything you're interested in reading about next and I'll start digging through my brain.
(Story Contains: Cleave Gagged, High School, Hogtie, Tickling, Feet, Escape Game)
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Basically right up until college, every tie up game I got to play came from me seizing an opportunity to slip the game into something. Where it was babysitters when I was younger, it became school video projects when I got to 7th grade and beyond.
I've always taken my studies seriously and tend to be extremely self-conscious about the quality of my work, especially when it has to be presented in front of my peers.
I still remember sitting nervously in my seat as my Spanish teacher explained our final assignment for the year. Since this was the only class teetering on a B, I knew I had to hit a home run with this one. I had a feeling it would be some kind of presentation since we’d already finished our last written test.
She placed a shoebox on her desk and told us to come up one by one to draw a slip of paper. When I unfolded mine, it read “drama criminal” (Crime Drama, in case that wasn't obvious
). I figured maybe we were writing a story or acting something out, so I just shrugged and sat back down.[This was in Spanish, but my Spanish is terrible, so I’ve paraphrased it into English:]
“Now, find the person with the same genre as you. Together, you’ll be making a movie scene in that genre.”
Everyone immediately got up to look for their partner. I stayed in my seat and slid my slip to the edge of my desk so people walking by could see it. It just seemed easier than wandering around calling out my genre over and over again. I turned to chat with a friend and see what he’d gotten when someone stopped in front of my desk.
"Guess we're partners," a familiar voice said just as I turned around.
It was a mutual friend from my lunch group. Let's call her Emily. She was a bit shorter than me, with long brown hair she always wore half up with a bow in the back, and her usual soft smile. I always thought the plaid jumper and blouse of the girls' uniforms always looked nicer on her than on any of the other students.
We exchanged greetings and spent the last fifteen minutes of class sitting together, going over ideas and when to meet to film. Since she was just as serious as I was, we managed to agree on most of the details and the main plot of the story: two weeks from now, at her house, a scene about a girl who snoops and gets caught by the mob boss. You can probably guess who steered that conversation. The rest of the time we just talked and realized we had a lot in common.
Over the next few days, the wait felt like years. After that first meeting, we started talking more often, both in person and over text. By the end of the week, we’d fallen into an easy rhythm: meeting up after school, trading ideas, joking around. Then, on one Saturday afternoon, we ended up near my neighborhood. When I mentioned that my house was close by, she paused for a second, thought about it, and said something like, "Maybe today would be a good day to figure out our story and dialogue."
"That's a great idea. We can also rehearse some of the scenes." I chimed in quickly
She smiled and nodded in agreement. My heart was racing really fast, having not been prepared to have this chance come this soon. We walked back to my house and thankfully my parents were out working still. I think normal high school boys would have certain expectations when bringing a girl back home alone but I guess I was a bit more of a one track mind...
We sat at the table and worked out the scene. It was pretty basic, so I'll spare the details, but it involved her going through some drawers then being caught, tied to a chair, and interrogated by the crime boss (me). We went through my spanish textbook selecting the best phrases and writing the dialogue then finished up by producing a decent sounding script. Realizing I was being a little gung-ho, I decided not to bring up the rehearsal again, suddenly feeling self conscious that maybe I was pushing my luck. To my astonishment, she slammed the textbook shut and looked to me.
"So what'dya wanna rehearse?" She asked, shifting in her seat. Aside from field trips I had never seen her outside of the uniform. Something about her floral maroon dress and cardigan caught my attention in that moment and I decided I'd risk it all just for the opportunity.
"Well, I've never actually tied anyone before. Maybe if I got the chance to practice now, we could finish the videoing early and go out for lunch that day... But if that's too involved right now, we can rehearse another part!"
I held my breath.
"Oh so you'd really wanna tie me up? I thought we were gonna pretend."
"W-Well we can just pretend you're tied up. Maybe its better that way anyways since I heard it's dangerous" I said as my heart sank.
"I think I'm pretty durable. 'sides, I've never been tied up before but I was always good at slippin out of my sibling's grasp when we were fighting."
I tried to contain my excitement as I felt the conversation shifting.
"I dunno, I have some experience tying knots."
"Well I don't mind then."
"Mind what?"
"You can practice." She says pretty bluntly. It was funny I often ended up being the nervous ones in these situations, and this takes the cake for the time I was most caught off guard. I stood up out of my chair almost immediately, its feet scraping against the floor so noisily I thought my parents could somehow hear it and shrugged, trying to look nonchalant.
"Are you sure?" Was about all I could cough out.
"Sounds like a fun challenge!" She replies on the next beat, standing up and stretching like an athlete before a race.
"And good practice for our video shoot."
"Yeah, we'll nail it when we do the video."
I later learned she, in fact, did not buy my cover story to play a tie up game with her, but she did admit to underestimating how singular my goal was.
Anyways, I ushered her upstairs and to my room eagerly and the first tie up game of my adulthood was about to start
Sorry for the delay. To be honest, I wrote this and forgot to edit/post it hehe... This time I maybe had a lot of details in the tying. Its a more recent memory and seared into my brain because of its nature. So the tying portion is quite um... long winded compared to the rest of it. I was just savoring
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I led Emily up the stairs, trying to play it cool even though I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. My room was like how any high school boy's room would be - kinda an embarrassing mess. To add to this, I didn't even have a door. The nature of the strange apartment I lived in had an opening too large to put a door. It was terribly not private but luckily faced the street so I could hear activity outside in case someone was coming home.
To add to this pretty awkward arrangement, I had a bunk bed and my desk/storage below which was convenient but made getting into or using the bed a bit more of commitment. I stood there in the middle of the room as she walked in, taking in the atmosphere of what I imagine was the hellish conditions of her prison and played dumb, asking "So um... How do we do this?" (I had a vision in mind, of course... maybe I scheme too much >>)
She shrugged "You're the director so you tell me" She said pretty bluntly.
I awkwardly climb up onto my bunkbed and pull down my comforter cover I used as a blanket, dropping it in the middle of the room and spreading it out onto the floor. I folded it on itself to double it up under where I predicted her knees and chest would be because I'm very familiar with how uncomfortable being tied up on a scratchy carpet is, especially when struggling - rug burn is no joke. I then turned around and pulled down some rope that was hanging under my bed holding up some laundry and took off a thin white strip of cloth I salvaged off an old Halloween costume. I purposely hung the cloth there so she'd know its clean (learned from experience tie up games could end prematurely if they think the cloth is used or dirty), and I bought the rope just the day before at a convenience store. It was the white kinda plasticky cotton rope meant for emergencies.
All the while, Emily stood there in the middle of the bedroom in her floral maroon dress, matching thigh high socks, and red cardigan. She had a pink bow perched in her half-up hair. I never thought about it before but she was quite overdressed that day and it definitely held my attention. She watched me as I finished preparing the rope and kind of pathetically thin strip of cloth.
"Ready?" I asked, trying to sound spontaneous despite rehearsing this moment hundreds of times in my head.
She turned around placing her wrists behind her back and looking over her shoulder at me with a bit of a smile. "The floor's yours, Mr. [something spanish. I forgot]"
I remember being surprised she didn't seem nervous. I was extremely nervous. Up until now I hadn't really seen or talked to this girl much but once we started to work together I realized she was dominating my headspace. Carefully, I stepped up behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders and guiding her to the end of the blanket. I gently applied some pressure and she almost immediately understood that as a cue to kneel. I released her shoulders and reached for her wrist, slowly bringing them closer together. Her wrists crossed quite naturally (right over left just like she offered them earlier).
I started with the first tie, my breath incredibly unsteady. Unlike any time before, this time I did a bit of research of tying methods. First, I made three full loops around both her wrists, putting them together tightly but doing that two finger check thing I read about to make sure there was enough circulation. To lock it all in place I cinched the rope in the middle then finished it off with a square knot.
She flexed her arms once, the ropes made a bit of a creaking noise as the blanket shuffled beneath her.
"Too tight?" I asked nervously and almost immediately.
"Pretty solid, but it's fine."
I took that as a sign to continue and gently eased her down onto her stomach. She folded forward gracefully, twisting her hips to free her knees from underneath her and wiggling them into a comfortable place with her legs stretched out behind her as she lay on the blanket.
Legs next. I guided her ankles together, her toes pointing and the socks stretching over the arches of her feet (is this how people with a thing for feet want to hear about it? I don't care for them so idk. Feedback appreciated), and did the same procedure on the ankles. Three loops then cinched in the middle. An unintentional nice feature about this was that the crisp white rope stood out nicely against her red and maroon color palette.
As a finishing touch, I took the bit of rope that was dangling from the legs and slowly pulled her legs up towards her back with it. She was a ballet dancer so this position seemed to come easily to her as she arched her back. I wrapped the length of rope sloppily around the wrist tie and knotted it off. Her bound wrists hovered just above her heels. It was really a sight to behold and the first time I ever got to do a /real/ bondage tie.
She looked back at me for a signal and I nodded. Emily tested it immediately, shoulders rolling and hips twisting. Her legs kicked and snapped back into position when the rope holding them to her wrists overextended.
"Escape-ability rating?" I asked.
"I think I can wiggle out of it!" she laughed as her face was half buried in the blanket. (See? The blanket was a good call!)
Lastly, my favorite part. I unfolded the white cloth strip (it was only about an inch and a half wide, thin, and almost like stretchy ribbon). It barely qualified as a cleave gag I'd say. Not my best work. I gently kneeled beside her (leaving room for Jesus) and put the cloth in front of her face, pulled taut.
"Is it okay if I gag you?" I asked, despite already being in the position to do so. The air kind of shifted because this was starting as a silly game but felt quite intimate pretty quickly. Luckily she was quite good at reading the room.
She looked back and nodded with some enthusiasm, "Sure, it sells the part more right?"
"R-right"
She raised her face off the blanket and parted her lip slightly. Her mouth was small, the lower lip a little pouty. I leaned in to fast and poked her in the cheek which also made my heart race.
"S-sorry let me just-" (of course, i dont remember the exact dialogue but the atmosphere of our exchange is burned into my mind so I think its pretty close. Just know I was kinda visibly uneasy)
My fingers fumbled as I centered the strip between my two hands and I had to pinch the cloth between my fingers to keep it from folding over. I pressed it gently against her lips then pulled it back. Her lips closed around the fabric as it tightened around the corners of her mouth. I reached behind her head and I specifically remember being very careful to work around her hair, throwing it over her shoulder and out of the way so i could knot it.
I wasn't sure how tight was "tight enough." Too loose and it'd fall out easily and too tight probably wouldn't be comfortable. I tugged once but maybe too gentle because it sagged at the sides of her face. I tugged again a bit harder and she made a breathy, nasally, and almost delicate "rrrph" sort of noise. As if she were the one struggling here. I tied an awkward overhand knot then hid it under her hair.
I bent over to see her face and admire my work. It didn't look like those dramatic gags from videos online or movies. Just a white line of fabric pulled tightly across her face, disappearing behind her lips. Her eyes flicked to mine when she saw me looking.
"Shrrfff I strt nww?" She asks. Right! The game. This was sort of a challenge wasn't it?
"Yeah!" My brain short circuited. I hadn't even thought of a time limit.
She dropped her cheek back onto the blanket and gave it her best shot. She rolled around for about a minute. Every time she moved her wrists her back would arch. I felt super proud watching her grunt and pull unable to get out. In school, we developed a bit of a teasing game where I'd poke her sides because she gave such an extreme reaction. I decided to take advantage of this time to test those limits.
Her soles were the most obvious target. I scribbled my nails along them lightly and she immediately exploded. Her whole body jerked and twisted wildly while she gave a muffled laugh (the gag sucked, but her insistence on keeping it between her lips made it reasonable effective) She was thrashing so hard I remember the neat hair style and bow was coming undone from rolling onto her side so much trying to protect herself. I sat on her back to try to hold her still.
I then started poking her ribs. She bucked and laughed and begged in garbled pleas but seemed to be enjoying it a little bit maybe? I considered it revenge earlier for some light prank she did. Still - I knew I shouldn't push my luck and quickly let it wind down. I eased off of her and she slumped down, panting. I untied the hogtie connector first, letting her legs flop to the ground. She turned her head to rest her cheek against the blanket as she regained her composure and watched patiently. Something about the fact she could easily pull out the gag but didn't was kinda exciting in and of itself.
I let her ankles and wrists go next and she basically remained flat closing her eyes and doing exaggerated slow breathing to pretend she was sleeping. I pulled the gag and let it hang around her neck and she finally opened her eyes, still not getting up from her position.
"Jeez!" She said in a hoarse voice. Jeez felt like an understatement. "You weren't kidding about practicing. Will we be doing all this for the actual video?"
I panicked, thinking I overstepped but it was quickly dispelled when she sat up and laughed it off. "Of course not. We had you tied to a chair in the script."
She didn't question why she was tied on the floor to practice for a scene where she's tied to a chair, to my relief, and instead we went downstairs to have some ice cream. I think JUST as we went downstairs my parents got home. I introduced her to my family and only then did I realize she still had the thin suspicious cloth hanging around her neck. Funnily enough my mom thought we might have been up to the usual teens home alone stuff but it was somehow something worse to be caught in the middle of I think. My mom didnt question the cloth but she definitely glanced at it while we were talking.
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Anyways, that's basically my first 18+ encounter and first time doing a tie up game with the express purpose of bondage. We ended up dating for quite some time and she routinely humored my TUG stuff but that comes a lot later.
