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barbara : 02 - Carlo and me (m/f)

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02 - Carlo and me
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By barbara

Sat Jul 11 14:49:01 PDT 1998

Another story from Italy.

This one is about me and a friend of mine (Carlo was his name) and happened when I was 14.

I was living in a small city of North Italy and Carlo was the classic next door friend. He often came my home in order to help me doing my homework because he was very good at maths.

I remember one day we were alone as my mother had to go somewhere and we had just finished studying. So we went in the living room to watch TV and by chance we saw an old b&w film about a boring story of indians and cowboys. At one point there was a great scene with a cowgirl who had beee caught and was tied up to the pole in the middle of indians camp. Suddenly this view increased a lot my interest but I didn't want this would be noticeable so I acted as if nothing had happened. I glanced at him and realized that he was very interested too. When the poor girl on the film was rescued from the hero we went in the subject. First I said: "It seems to me that you were a lot more interested before. Perhaps do you have special interest in young girls caught by Indians, don't you?"

I'm sure my question was a nuisance to him. After a while he said that since chilhood I had very often played games like cowboys and indian with his friends but he never met a girl willing to let him tie her up. He added:"I don't know why. I got often tied up during those games, and I think that it is a funny experience. And you? Did you ever play like a cowgirl?"

I had played like this with my brother when I was 8 or 9 and I got tied up two or three times. At that time I enjoyed the thrill of being helpless but now I wanted to see how Carlo would explain the matter to me. So I said:"Really? I never played cowboys and indians. I don't know if I would let anyone tie me up. Are you sure that it is a funny experience?".

He said with a very great nonchalance: "If you want I can tie you up. If you trust me you'll never be hurt and you could discover by yourself if this experience is funny or not". I told him that I had thought some times about being kidnapped and perhaps I could let him tie me up to a chair.

So we went in the kitchen and I gave him some coils of rope my father used on his sailing boat. I sat on a chair near the window and put may hands crossed behind the back.

First he tied my wrist up and in a few minutes I was bound with my hands and feet firmly connected to the chair. The final rope was pulled around my torso and I saw him feeling a bit embarassed while putting it carefully above and belove my breast (I was already developped and had a good shaped figure). When he finished I told him to quit for at least 15 minutes so I could try to escape. He said: "Don't you think you need something missing? I always saw in the mouvies that the girl kidnapped would yell for help. Don't you? So you need a gag". I had never thought about being gagged because this never occurred to me before. On the other end Carlo looked very ashamed and I couldn't believe he had the courage to gag me. I was a little nervous while he asked me where to find some scarfs. "Why some?"."Because if you have to be gagged I want to be sure you can't speak at all, and you could discover the feeling of being like this". I didn't know what to say and eventually suggested to use a bandanna of mine. He went to my room and came back with a handkerchief and a bandanna. I thought to make the best of a bad job and opened my mouth. He stuffed with the kirchief and pulled hard the bandanna between my teeth before knotting behind my neck. Boys! It was the first time in my life I get gagged and I couldn't speak at all.

He checked the knots carefully and left. When I was alone I started to try to escape, struggling and writhing but I soon realized that it was impossible. After about 30 minutes Carlo came back and asked if I would get free. He said. "I wouldn't want your mom to find you like this! Would you?" He untied the gag but I told him that my mom wouldn't return home for at least two hours, so I could try to escape once more. He laughed and said: "So you are enjoying your bonds, don't you? Good! Have fun!" and stuffed again my mouth gagging me even harder than before. Then he sat on a chair in front of me gazing at my useless efforts.

Only after I produced my best struggles moaning through the gag and pleaded at least three time to free me he eventually stood up and came to untie the ropes that were connecting me to the chair. Then untied my ankles. I got up still gagged and with the ropes binding my wrists. I expected him to finish untiing the knots but he laughed and said: "You are a little tired. I think we have enough time to rest a while". But instead of releasing me he went to the living room. I run following him and moaning and sat on the couch at his side pressing my shoulder against his arm. He laughed again and said: "You are very tedious. I said it is time to rest. I'll help you to stay quiet".

At that time I didn't know the word "hogtie" but now I can say that he put me in an almost strict hogtie on the couch. I struggled a while and eventually he untied the gag. "So, what is the feeeling of being kidnapped?" Carlo asked. "Oh, not very bad" I said: "Next time I'll see that you could show me how to get out of such a nice situation". He laughed and untied all the knots.

Unfortunately we didn't have the opportunity to try another time how to escape from a kidnapping situation because Carlo left with his family to another city. That was the first time I was gagged and I have to admit that I enyoyed it a lot.

I have another story of me when I had to babysit a boy living near my house. In that occasion I obviously get tied up. It was a semi consensual game but at the end I enjoyed it and I could discover an awkward secret about the bondage activity of his parents. If interested, without offending your sensitivity, I can write it next time.

Please, tell me if my English is good enough. I would be glad Jill to vote for it!

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