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Jennifer : 01 - Tying up older boy next door (f/m)

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Jennifer : 01 - Tying up older boy next door (f/m)

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By Jennifer

Saturday, October 27th 2001 - 02:05:30 PM

Tying up older boy next door

Well, since some people requested me to share my stories I will share the first time I tied a guy up. Hopefully it will be as interesting to you as it was an exciting rush for me.

Growing up I was kind of a tomboy. For example, I liked to play soccer with the neighbor boy. I was 15 and he was 17. I think he kind of liked me, but in my mind there was nothing romantic between us.

One day at his family's backyard when we played, we on one play both fell on the grass. For whatever reason, he started to wrestle with me. He was quite a bit bigger and stronger than me so he had no problem eventually pinning me down. This was no big deal, we were both friends and we had play-wrestled before. But this time felt different.

"I'm going to tie you up", he said.

I started to worry a little bit as he had never done this before and on top of that his family was out of town until later that evening. He picked up his sister's jumprope, which laid on the ground and were about to move my body so that my hands would go behind my back. I assumed he was going to tie my hands behind my back. I screamed at him to not tie me up and that he would regret it. He wouldn't listen. I was getting a little bit nervous.

I then desperately told him he could tie me up if I could tie him up first. All of a sudden he stopped, didn't say anything (as if he were thinking about it).

"OK", he said, "you tie me up first but then I can tie you up, OK".

I said "fine".

I asked him for some ropes and he went to his family's garage, and subsequently came back out with quite a bit of rope. I then told him to go to the flagpole. I tied his hands behind his back to the flagpole. My mom had taught me how to tie good knots when I was younger. That skill now came in handy as I used that skill to tie his hands. I was very sure he would not get loose. He tried and tried to wiggle his way loose, but I knew he would have no chance.

Watching him, this big guy, being essentially at my mercy gave me a huge rush. I felt so much power over him. For one thing, he deserved it, and I wanted to teach him a lesson. It was so exciting to see him trying to get loose. I started to tease him, "so you can't get a out of a little girls' knots". He looked embarrassed as he kept struggling.

After about maybe 20 minutes, he looked like he had had enough. He looked very disappointed from not being able to get loose. I looked at his hands and they had clear ropeburns from all his struggling.

"OK, I guess this time you got lucky. I don't think I can get loose. My turn to tie you up", he said.

"OK, any time, I'm waiting", I said with a big smile. This was very exciting for me.

"Come on don't be silly, we had an agreement, untie me" he said.

Then, in no uncertain terms I said, "no, you will stay tied until your family comes home. This is your punishment for trying to tie me up earlier".

Then I picked up my soccerball and slowly walked away.

"No, no, you can't do this to me", he begged. "Please Jennifer".

The more he begged me, the more power I felt. I felt so much in charge. It was so exciting to seeing and feeling the helplessness of this bigger guy. I was thinking about putting a gag on him. But I thought perhaps it could be unsafe. And I also thought his embarrassment of being tied up by a younger girl and not being able to get loose, may actually keep him quiet until his folks come home.

Sure enough, a couple of hours later, from our back window I could see him still being tied to the flagpole. He was quiet and seemingly resigned to his destiny for that day.

This was my first exposure to tying someone up. It was the first time I knew what it felt like. I have done it twice since and both times I again felt the rush of power.

Eventually later that evening his Mom untied him. He apparently told his Mom that one of the neighboor boys had played a trick on him.


Jennifer

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