07 - Lifesaving 101
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By Jericho
Wednesday October 25th 2000 09:22:11
Sorry I haven't written in awhile. Things have been busy, but I do try to check in and read what's going on at least once a week. Something occurred to me recently regarding my childhood playmates, and it struck me as odd that I only realized it now. Shows you what sharing stories can do for you.
When I was a young teen, I was desperately turned on by bondage, and played whatever tie-up games I could with my friends. I didn't want them to think I was weird by enjoying it, so I didn't push the envelope too much. I tied up my sister and a couple other girl friends on occasion, but that was becoming less and less frequent as I grew older. I regularly engaged in self-bondage scenarios, and even resorted to tying myself up under my clothes, and then going for a walk at night, and possibly ditching my clothes to feel exposed and vulnerable. But enough about me.
I was enrolled in a lifesaving course at the YMCA in the winter when I was 15 or 16. I'm not sure why; I remember I was a Boy Scout, so that's probably the reason (merit badge certification). As it turned out, one of my neighbors also enrolled, and our parents decided to carpool together. Their daughter wanted to be a lifeguard next year at a local pool. This was a welcome surprise, as I had not figured to know anyone there, let alone someone I thought was attractive.
The girls name was Lisa, and she was a couple years older than me (17-18). She was one of those people who lit up a room. She had dark hair and eyes, and already had a voluptuous figure for a teenager. I used to spy on her on weekends in the summer, as she tanned in her back yard. We were acquaintances, but not really friends. She knew Lori pretty well (see previous posts), so we were familiar with one another. I don't know why we really never hit it off; probably the age difference.
The class itself was pretty boring. Maybe 15 teenagers, and only a couple girls. Once a week meetings, reading, and homework. Once we got to the hands-on part, it was a little more interesting. The moment in particular that strikes me was when we were learning how to secure someone to a back-board in case they had suffered a back or neck injury. I remember I was excited when the description called for virtually no movement, including the head. When we hit the pool and the teacher asked for volunteers to be the "victim", I raised my hand quickly.
To my surprise, I was not selected. Lisa, standing next to me, was beaming and had raised her hand. The teacher selected her, and I ashamedly lowered my hand, having realized that only one other person volunteered. I guess I felt intimidated by volunteering to be tied up with guys present.
Anyway, we hit the pool, and went through the motions to secure Lisa. She had on a dark, one-piece swimsuit, and was positioned on the board, floating in the shallow end. The board was 6 or 7' long, with slots cut into the sides for tying and carrying. We used nylon straps and cloth strips (or bandages, I'm not sure which) to secure her, and a neck brace. I remember her staring at the ceiling while most of the guys made lame jokes.
She ended up tightly secured to the board, with something tied across her body every six inches or so, from her forehead to her ankles. We were all wet, obviously, and I remember staring at her chest until I noticed her staring back at me. I could see her nipples pushing against the suits thin fabric, and they were quite noticeable. Eventually we had to untie her, but I'm sure she enjoyed the touching and attention.
The rest of the class was not particularly interesting. The thing that struck me recently was my perception of that series of events. I was turned on by the project and wanted to be tied up, and then felt ashamed that I thought everyone realized that because I volunteered.
It was a bonus to help tie Lisa up, and I hadn't seen it coming. She had a great body, and it was great fun securing her repeatedly, as tightly as possible.
What I just realized now, as an adult, is that maybe Lisa wanted to be tied up as much as I did. (Sorry, I was a self-involved teenager). It never occurred to me to pursue that further, and I wonder what might have happened if I did. Makes you wonder if other neighborhood kids played games with her that I might have enjoyed, and if her husband ties her up today. Just thought I'd share that one. Thanks.
Jericho
USA
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Jericho's stories
- 01 - My First Bondage Memory (f/m)
- 02 - Getting Lori Back (m/f)
- 03 - Rainy Days With Lori (m/f)
- 04 - Settling The Score With Andrea (m/f)
- 05 - Eye-Opener Freshman Year (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 06 - Capture The Flag (mm/mf)
- 07 - Lifesaving 101 (m+/f)
- 08 - Mandy Loses the Escape Game (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 09 - Friday Evening Playtime with Mandy (M/F) (in Adults archive)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section