01 - A tie up story from Italy
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By barbara
Fri Jul 10 08:42:54 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998
I'am a 27 years old italian girl. I hope you all excuse my English but I studied it for only two years before my graduation.
I found this site by chance and I have to admit that it is very interesting and intriguing for me because I love to remaind those very fun games of my youth that always involved me like a poor girl somehow tied up. (Yes, since then I'd like being tied up and gagged from boyfriends, but this kind of stories doesn't fit this site).
One of the best esperiences I can remember in tie up games occurred to me when I was 16 and it was the start of my love story with my cousin Antonio.
I was in holiday with my cousin in this old farm near Torino where he was living with my aunt Anna. One summer evening we had gone for a walk through the country chatting of this and that. At a certain point we were alone in a little wood. My cousin Marco is only one year older than me and at that time I was surely fond of him. I remember very well this rope he had taken in his hand from the pocket. He wanted to teach me how to make correctly a slip knot used from the executioner to hang. When he finished he said he would also teach me how to place it correctly around the neck. I agreed to let him doing it on me. After he had positioned the slip knot around my neck he said: "Of course the prisoner must have the hands tied behind the back" and untied the knot.
I asked why pretending to be curious about the matter. So we spoke a little about the question and I tried to bring the conversation round to the escape possibility from a rope binding. He said that he surely was able to tie anyone up so that he couldn't get free. Immediately I declared that in my opinion it was quite impossible to tie one up so that he couldn't get free because every time somebody had tied me up I was able to escape. (That isn't true but I wanted to provoke him).
"Oh. Miss Houdini, how many times did you get tied up before?"
He looked very impressed and interested as well so I said: "I don't remember, but I'm sure I could always escape".
I expected he would accept the challenge and I was very happy when he said: "Yehaa. Come on. If you don't mind I can tie you up so you can show me how to escape".
I said "Sure!" and turned round my back towards him crossing my wrists.
He thougth a little and eventually told me to stand with my back against a little tree in front of us. I remember the thrill feeling the rope tightenig around my wrists crossed behind the tree trunk. I suddenly discovered that perhaps he had planned it before as he produced another two coils of rope from his pocket and tied also my ankles and my torso just above and below my braest to the tree.
"Now, miss Houdini, you have plenty of time to show me your skill".
I tried to escape but it was impossible. He sat down gazing at me and I was thrilled very much fearing that somebody could arrive and see me helpless. After about twenty minutes of him watching my useless struggles I realized that he was very interested in watching my breast and especially the rope above that pressed against it because my squirms.
Eventually I agreed that I was not able to untie my bonds and told him to do it but he said that as I had lost a bet it would be right for me to pay the forfeit.
"What kind of forfeit?" I asked.
He replied that he would gag me for a while so I could show him at least how to free me from it. He then produced his handkerchief from the pocket and cleave gagged me pulling hard before knotting it. Neither from it I could free me but I'm sure he was very pleased to watch over me struggling in such a predicament. In a few minutes we were both very excited.
Now I can only add that he kissed me deeply after releasing me from the gag but before relaesing from the ropes and ....yes, this summer we fell in love and.. yes, I got tied up and gagged again, but this is another story.
I hope my English won't be too bad. If interested I'll tell you other memories of my escapades.
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barbara's stories
- 01 - A tie up story from Italy (m/f)
- 02 - Carlo and me (m/f)
- 03 - Surprising Babysitting Session (m/f)
- 04 - A little joke (m/f)