Mason : 03 - Nicky gets hers (m/f) - Mason's Childhood Bound stories

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03 - Nicky gets hers
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By Mason

The following was written by Mason and posted by [mention]Canuck100[/mention] on the old tieupgames.net wensite.

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In my first posting, I introduced my childhood playmates, particularly those with whom I shared especially enjoyable "tie-up" experiences and myself. My cousins inadvertently introduced me to the wonderful world of bondage when they took it upon them selves to tie me up (refer my first posting on Bob's site). It was Nicky who reinforced my love for bondage through our tie up games, one that has remained with me to this day.

At this point, I will be honest and admit that while I can still remember much of the original dialogue as the incident was so memorable, I cannot remember all of it (after all, it happened 19 years ago now!) so I have, for the sake of readability, made up some of my own as close as possible to the original it would have been.

Nicole (Nicky) was my childhood best friend, though unfortunately it never went any further than that. Our parents moved in within weeks of each other into the new neighbour hood subdivision, which were so prevalent in those days. They were amongst the very first few to move into that large and quiet court. Naturally they struck up an immediate and close friendship. We were born within months of each other and therefore grew up together. As friends, we were absolutely inseparable. I remember how anxiously, and impatiently I used to wait for the school bell to go so that I could get home just as soon as possible and rejoin Nicky in our various games.

One of our favourite activities was drawing, which rated only marginally ahead of tying each other up at times. Up until we were 13 or so our respective drawing abilities seemed to be roughly similar but after that it soon became apparent that Nicky's drawing abilities far outstripped mine. Unsurprisingly, she ended up in architecture in addition to a successful career as an amateur artist. Some of her works still hangs on our walls. We were rarely bored particularly when it came to tying each other up...

Just to repeat my earlier comment from my first posting, "At the time, there was nothing sexual about these games, from our collective point of view. However, I did know, even at that tender age, just how much I enjoyed tying her up. (I know she did enjoy being tied up very much too) She really used to get into these games with me, asking to be tied "like this" or to be tied tighter. There were more than a few times she got the ropes out herself.

As I have already said, Nicky was the same age as myself. We were either 11 or twelve years old when the above-mentioned incident occurred. Even at that relatively tender age, Nicky was already developing to be a real beauty. She was quite tall for her age with long coltish legs and a wonderfully slim build to match. She was already an early developer and had a smallish (but still growing) pair of breasts. She was very proud of her breasts but at times was equally embarrassed by them too especially when her brothers teased her about her 'assets'. Long dark hair framed a lovely expressive heart shaped face. She was truly the classic Australian "next-door" girl hovering between childish girlhood and full womanhood.

We had already been tying each other up on a casual on-off basis between our other more 'normal' pastimes for some while. However, when I finally tied her up that good she was completely unable to escape. I cannot remember when these games began but I do clearly recall that many of our early efforts tended to be characterised by grossly sloppy and generally unskilled rope work. For a long time, I could never seem to be able to tie her up properly and 9 times out of 10, she'd escape only to tie me up so tightly I would end up staying that way for quite some while. For a long time, I laboured under the delusion that it was the (often excessive) amount and tightness of the ropes that would hold her captive. Usually the only thing that resulted was much complaining about the tightness of her ropes especially the wrists, which was the weak spot from my point of view and consequently the one place I focused on more than most.

The break through came on one of those cold, wet, windy and wintry days only my home city of Melbourne could produce. It was blowing hard, cold rain and occasional hail splattering against the large plate glass windows of Nicky's house. Therefore we were stuck indoors, in the warm cosiness of the large downstairs living room for the duration. At the time, Nicky was wearing a pink long-sleeved shirt and jeans. For once, we had the house to ourselves, with only the cat for company. Nicky's three brothers were all out doing whatever it was older brothers did. Her parents were still at work. In order to pass the time, we were watching one of our favourite shows on TV. It was Superman, my all-time favourite. We were seated on the couch together, in front of the TV, happily munching away on our regular daily after school snack of bikkies and fruit juice

Unbeknownst to Nicky, I had been getting really annoyed (in that kind of petulant annoyance only children seem to be able possess) that I could rarely seem to be able to tie her up in the way I wanted to. It would either be too loose in which case she'd easily escape and make me pay for it. Other times, it would be too tight in which case she was obviously in pain and I would have to untie her. I will be honest and confess that while not only am I an extremely competitive person, I was not always a good loser too! Therefore, I resolved to do something about it.

At the time, I was in the Boy Scouts, a fully fledged member of the "Lower" Troop. Coincidentally, around this time, the emphasis was heavily on developing our rope work and knot skills both in preparation for a forthcoming camp and to earn merit badges towards our 'Pioneer,' or 'Explorer' badges etcetera. Needless to say, it was a golden opportunity for me to practise, practise without raising suspicion why I should want to thoroughly learn how to handle ropes and tie knots properly. In fact, I even earned praise from the Scout masters for my keenness and endeavour. I often wondered what they would have said had they only known, that my determination to "learn the ropes", so to speak, had less to do with earning any amount of badges than it had to do with tying up Nicky properly. From time to time, I was even able to practise by tying my mate's hands together under the pretext of gaining more practise, in addition to which there was that competitive element too.

Lois Lane had just been kidnapped and predictably tied up for her Super-Duper-man boyfriend to discover in very short order before beating up on the villains responsible, when Nicky commented that they had done a better job of tying Lois up than I seemed to be able to do.

Almost immediately my blood boiled over and I sarcastically said to her, "Do you want me to tie you up? I've been practising lately, you know that?"

"Oh SURE!" she scornfully laughed, "You're not any good at it (tying me up) at all!"

"Go and get the rope, " I wearily asked, "Lets see what I can do..."

Nicky need no further urging, practically leaping up from the settee to fetch the rope. Seemingly moments later, she returned with a mass of white rope in her hands. By then, bondage, (although I still did not term it that way) had firmly established itself in my psyche. The delicious sight of this beautiful slim dark haired girl carrying all that rope she clearly expected me to tie her up with had a totally predictable effect on my most private parts. Almost immediately and much to my embarrassment, I grew hard. Fortunately, she did not notice my little predicament.

Nicky flopped down on the settee and dumped the rope in my lap. Unselfconsciously, she crossed her hands behind her back and said, "Well, go ahead now and tie me up!"

Just to digress for a moment, I have long wished I could meet a girl with the same kind of abundant enthusiasm this lovely young creature had for being tied up. How I have longed to hear the same words since, "Tie me up please!"

Smiling beautifully, confident in the expectation of an easy escape, Nicky saucily tossed her dark tresses in that manner only girls can and turned her back to me, hands already crossed behind her back for me to begin tying her up.

"No not like that," I spoke, "Like this! Put your hands like this!" I emphasised my instructions by placing her hands together, facing palm to palm. Clearly puzzled by my move, for I nearly always tied her hands together crossed over each other or to her sides, Nicky asked, "What are you doing?"

"You'll find out soon enough!" I airily replied, although I was quaking inside, as this was the first real test of my newfound tying skills. I took one medium length of rope and formed a slipknot in one end (leaving 4 or 5 inches dangling), which I fastened around one slender wrist. Carefully and methodically, I lashed the rope firmly but not too tightly around both wrists, forming six or seven loops before I passed the end between her wrists and around the coiled loops several times, firmly cinching up the ropes binding her hands together. Finally I knotted everything well out of reach of her questing little fingers. Although I couldn't see Nicky's eyes, the set of her shoulders told me that she had already noticed the change in my style and technique.

"Where did you learn to do this?" she asked, cautiously testing her bonds

"I'm not telling you!" I said. "Let's get on with it! I think this is one tie-up you will not be escaping from!"

As if realising the accuracy of this statement, Nicky glared at me, the normally dazzling smile replaced by an angry (and not a little worried too!) frown. "Stand up." I ordered. Sullenly, Nicky complied with a little encouragement from me. We had always been extremely competitive in almost everything we did together and Nicky hated losing almost as badly as I did too.

I took another much longer piece of rope and formed another, much larger slip knot and passed it over her head and body before snugging it up nice and tight just below her breasts. I then began tying it around her torso and arms as tightly as possible, looping the rope above and below her breasts, making them jut out just a little more proudly than before. Nicky moaned a little as I yanked each loop tightly around her, firmly pinioning her arms to her body, but otherwise didn't say anything. After I had looped the rope around her body several times each, both above and below her breasts, I tightly knotted it off. I picked up another piece of rope and tied it to the lower chest rope and passed the ends over her left shoulder, under and over the ropes in the small of her back. I passed the rope over the other shoulder back in front of her, whereupon I repeated the same procedure, forming an effective rope harness and preventing any slippage of her chest ropes.

In the same way that a keen surfer suddenly discovers how to stand up on a fast moving wave after ages of trying and falling off or "wiping out" in surfer jargon, so too was this a wonderful epiphany for me. It was turning out to be a truly inspired bondage. A wide-eyed Nicole stared at me, growing realisation dawning in her dark eyes that perhaps this was one bondage she would not be soon escaping from.

Teasingly, I asked her, "How are you feeling now? Still confident you'll get out of this?"

Significantly, she made no reply in the affirmative. All I remember her saying was, "Come on, hurry up!"

Subconsciously, because I knew that I did not want Nicky gaining any leverage to wriggle free, I realised I had to somehow ensure she could not move her hands around at all for this was her favourite method of freeing herself. There had, much to my great chagrin, been several previous occasions when I thought I had her. She'd escaped by the simple expedient of passing her bound wrists under that pretty little posterior of hers and under her bound ankles to free them in front of her, making them easily accessible to her sharp little teeth. All the better for picking at the knots once she had pulled the gag off. Nicky was always a very limber person especially since she had taken up ballet a few years ago.

Aah, I know what to do! I thought. Quickly, I tied one end of a longish piece of rope to the cinching ropes between Nick's wrists and passed the dangling ends in front of her, where they laid on the floor. Nicky did not fully realise my intentions until I had looped the end over the lower of her chest ropes and drew it tightly back downwards, tightening her new crotchrope. Almost as soon as the rope bit into Nicky's crotch she loudly exclaimed, "OO-oooh!" in absolute surprise and shock. I still remember the way that she, wide eyed, peered downwards as I passed the rope back behind her, pulling gently but firmly, passing it back over her wrists and back under again. I repeated this four or five times, very firmly pinioning her hands to her back in the process before knotting everything well out of reach just below her breasts. I will never forget the way Nicky wriggled around obviously savouring the way the crotchropes felt on her.

"Still think you're going to escape?" I taunted.

"Mmm, I'm not sure." she admitted, her eyes betraying the fact she was enjoying being tied up as much as I was enjoying doing the tying.

Feeling much more confident by now, I boasted, "Why don't you admit that you are NOT going to escape!"

"Just get on with it," she said.

"Fine!" I replied, picking up another piece of rope, which I wound and tightly cinched around Nicky's tiny waist and wrists, further immobilising her hands. To ensure the absolute impossibility of escape, I took a small piece of twine I had in my pocket which I used to tie her thumbs together.

By now, Nicky had gone very quiet. Normally she was an absolutely irrepressible chatterbox, always ready to voice a thought or opinion. Sensing victory, I moved in for the kill, roping her legs together very tightly. I bound and cinched Nicky's ankles, knees and thighs together in the same manner I had tied her hands, until she was practically mummified in white rope. She wriggled about this way and that before commenting, "Wow, this is a bit tight!" Then she asked (again!) "Where did you learn to tie me up like this? You've never been any good at it before!"

"Where do you think? The Scouts!" I replied, " You like this? This time you'll stay tied up until I decide to let you go!"

"I'll scream," she warned me, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

"Hang on," I said, " Let me help you on the settee before you fall over." Saying so, I helped Nicky lie on her stomach on the couch.

"Are you going to untie me now?" she asked.

"No"

Nicky opened her mouth to scream but before she had had time to say anything, I quickly popped a small and damp (to prevent the mouth drying up) one square foot face washer towel (which I had earlier folded up and hidden in my pocket for just this purpose.) in her mouth. A Boy Scout is always prepared! I have always believed in this motto especially when it comes to all matters bondage. A very startled "Mmmmpphhh" immediately followed. Holding the towel wadding in place with my left hand, so she could not spit it out, I whipped out the old piece of shirt, which I had torn into a 2-foot long strip and placed it over the wadding in her mouth. Using both hands to gain extra leverage, I wound it around her head twice before knotting the ends very tightly several times behind her head, effectively silencing her.

"What were you trying to tell me?" I teased

An angry "MMMppppffhhhhhhh" was her only reply. Nicky's eyes blazed pure defiance as she frantically wriggled, struggled and flopped around like a freshly caught fish in a desperate attempt to free herself from her bonds. I did not like the way she was thrashing about like that so I decided that I really had to do something about this situation. At this stage, all the ropes and knots were still holding beautifully but because of my previous failures, I was still not that confident Nicky would not escape.

There were still several pieces of rope left on the floor so I got up and picked up one six-foot piece of rope, and sat down again next to Nicky. "Stop carrying on like that!" I ordered. "I'm still not finished yet!"

A muffled, but distinct groan escaped Nicky's lips. Clearly she believed that she could not be tied up any more thoroughly than she already was. Wrong, wrong, wrong! I attached one end of the rope to her ankles and with some difficulty, for Nicky's hands had been very tightly lashed and cinched to her body, I managed to pass the other end of the rope between her hands and body before pulling on it to complete her hogtie. At this stage, Nicky still had little inkling what I was up to, for I had not begun to tighten anything up yet although she must have been burning up with curiosity to see what I had in mind for her. After readying the rope, I pulled her ankles gently but firmly backwards with one hand, while with the other, I kept up a steady pressure on the rope.

Nicky was twisting her head as far back as she could to see what I was doing and "mmmpppfffhhhhh'ing" for all she was worth. Ignoring Nicky's overly theatrical cries, I looped the rope around her ankles again and tied the ends very tightly to the junction of her upper body rope harness, very securely hog-tying her. I still can visualise as clearly as if it were yesterday, the way she looked in that hogtie which I had just created specially for her. It was so tight that Nicky had little trouble touching her feet with her tied hands. Her eyes were enormous as she stared at me in astonishment, while I squatted on the floor, smirking at her.

"I'm enjoying this!" I enthused, "How about you? Are YOU enjoying yourself?" I asked.

A muffled and gentle mmmppphhhhh was her answer. Although Nicky could not speak, gagged as tightly as she was, her shining eyes and relaxed demeanour gave the game away - just how much she was enjoying this also.

Afterwards we settled down on the settee to watch some more TV though I cannot remember at all what we watched because I was far more interested in admiring Nicky and my handiwork. I could hardly believe how beautiful she looked in all that rope and her hogtie. At the risk of sounding profane, I was so hard, I was terrified Nicky would notice, for she had her head on my lap just above my knees while she laid there in the tightest bondage I had ever put her into. From time to time, I would ask her if she was OK and did she want me to untie her yet?

I will admit I was more than a little surprised when Nicky kept shaking her head to indicate No! I could tell she was enjoying herself the way she lay there, occasionally wriggling around, more to savour the feel of the tight ropes than in any real attempt to escape.

She spent the best part of an hour like that.

It was one of the most glorious hours in my life.

Eventually, much to my lasting chagrin, I had to untie Nicky as it was beginning to get late and the rest of her family would be home soon. While our "tie-up" games were no secret, Nicky did not want her brothers coming in and teasing her while she was tied up.

After untying and ungagging Nicky, the first thing she said was, " I really enjoyed that! Could you tie me up again like that when we get the chance?"

"Sure!" I replied, "You know, " I added a little shyly, " I really enjoyed that too!"

"I know" she replied, " But..."

"But?" I asked

"But I owe you one now! Next time we get the chance, I'm going to tie you up just like that!"

Mason

Post by **Canuck100** » 6 years ago

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