01 - Connie's Cellar
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By Trish
Wednesday, February 26th 2003 - 01:42:16 PM
Connie's Cellar
Hi I am Trish. I have been reading the stories here for sometime and figured it was time to contribute. I am now 22 but I first got into TUGS when I was 14. I was about 5'3 with shoulder length blond hair usually tied in a ponytail. My friend Connie was also 14 . Curly golden locks framed her soft angelic face. Her powerful blue eyes and ever so white perfect smile captured everyone who saw her. She was about 5'2" tall with small but perky breasts and a perfectly flat stomach she loved to show off weather permitting. To most people she came off as the perfect little girl. A good student was involved in student government and was tops on the swim team. She was the sort who by all appearances should be selling cookies for some worthy cause or something.
There was however this other side of her. The side that only her "friends" got to see. That was the bossy somewhat sadistic side she hid so well. It was that side of her that excited me. Made me want to be more like her.
Connie and I lived a block apart and we were always over at each other's houses. Both of her parents worked so my mom kept an eye on us during the day. She made us lunch and drove us where ever we needed to be. She also thought nothing of it if we said we were going off to a friend's house for the afternoon.
It was summer vacation. Connie had just returned from swim practice so she was wearing a pair of shorts a bikini swim top and flip-flops. My mom had made us lunch which we ate on the patio. During lunch Connie said she wanted us to go back to her house because she had a video she wanted me to see. My mom said fine and I agreed.
After we ate we walked the block to her house. She let us in the front door and told me to go down to the basement and wait for her. I went down to the rec room and just hung out. A few minutes later Connie returned with her gym bag, still wearing the same outfit as before.
"What have you got you gym bag for?"
"Don't worry about it", she snapped and told me to just wait.
She went off into the other end of the basement. She returned a few minutes later this time empty handed.
"So what's this movie you want me to see?"
"There is no movie", she answered. "I asked you here to tell you something".
"OK tell me". Now I was curious.
"OK", she paused for a moment, "I want to tie you up".
"You what?" I asked a little shocked and a lot excited.
"You heard me, I want to tie you up", said Connie. "Now come on, it will be fun", she said as she took me by the hand and led me back through a strange looking door.
As we passed through the door we entered an unfinished part of the basement. We passed the boiler and continued past some a stack of boxes. We then came to another door. Connie opened it and led me inside. It was a room that was kind of small and had nothing but cinderblock walls. The floor was cement but was covered in spots by square rubber mats. The ceiling was just the beams from the floor above. Except for a single light bulb the space was totally dark.
"What is this place?", I asked
"This is my play space", she answered. "This is where I bring people to tie them up".
"You do this I lot?" I really wanted to know.
"I do this all the time. You know Sue? (Sue was this 12 yr-old who lived a few blocks away.) I tie her up all the time, And Cathy from next door I tie her up at least twice a week, and she loves it!" I knew Cathy to. She was our age and in a few of my classes. She was on the tall side slender build with mousy brown hair down to her ass. "There have been others", Connie went on, but you get the idea.
I have to admit all this excited me. It may have been somewhat strange but it was still pretty hot.
"OK what do you want me to do? I asked.
"Just relax?", she said. "I will do all the work. We will start slow, there's plenty of time".
She went to her gym bag and took out a roll of duct tape. Standing in front of me she began to wrap it around my wrists. Several turns later my wrists were securely bound together.
"See that's not so bad now is it?", she smiled at me.
I had to admit it wasn't bad at all. Retrieving some rope from her bag she tied one end around my wrists and ran the other end through a hook in one of the ceiling beams. She tugged on the rope until my arms were outstretched above my head before tying it off. I have to admit that I liked the feeling of helplessness as I pretended to struggle against my bindings.
"See this is fun" Connie said as she ripped off some tape and pressed it over my lips. "Don't worry this is just for visual effect", she said, smiling.
Standing back for a moment she looked thoughtful. Then she came back over and said "like, You OK?". I nodded yes.
"Good now what say we try a little torture?"
She was smiling again as she bent down and began to pull off my sneakers. I wasn't wearing sox's so it only took a moment for me to feel the cold concrete on my bare soles. Connie then went and pulled some more on the rope and I was suddenly standing tiptoe. I know it doesn't seem like much but your toes are going to really start to hurt in a few minutes. She smirked and stepped back to watch me wiggle. She was really enjoying this and I must admit I was to. Even after five or ten minuets my toes didn't hurt that bad and I was as excited as ever.
After a little while longer she came up behind me. She rolled my T-shirt up to just below my breasts and began to run her fingers up and down my sides. I am moderately ticklish anyway but in this position it seemed a lot worse.
"Ohhh! are you ticklish?", she teased. She could see from my reaction I was. "Good!", she exclaimed, "I LOVE tickle torture!". She continued the tickling for a few more minutes.
She released my arms from over my head and had me sit down on a mat.
"OK one more thing", she said and began to tape my ankles together. She then lowered the rope from above and attached my ankles. I was told to lay back and she pulled my feet up just until my legs left the floor. With my feet hanging up of the floor she began to gently tickle my soles and toes. In spite of the light tough I went nuts. I was laughing my ass off. She stopped after only a few minutes. Then she came and bent down by my face.
"Listen, she said. You are fun to torture and all but I would really like it if you would help me get the others sometime. Would you like to do that my dear?" She was still smiling.
"MMMMMMMM!" was the best reply I could manage.
"Good! I thought so". She got up and returned to my feet for a few more minutes of playful tickling before she cut me loose.
That dear friends. was the first of what would be several incredible visits to Connie's cellar.
Trish
USA
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Friday, February 28th 2003 - 03:39:03 PM
Connie's Cellar 2
I will now continue my story about Connie's cellar. I posted the first part of this a few days ago.
A few days after my first visit to Connie's cellar she called me and invited me over. I sort of figured what she wanted but since we never spoke of our games in public or over the phone I just said OK and that I would head right over. It was early afternoon, a nice sunny day in late June. I was wearing my standard summer outfit of shorts, T-shirt and sneakers with no socks.
I got to Connie's house and rang the front doorbell. She appeared at the door dressed in tight faded jeans, swimsuit top and was barefoot.
"Come on in she said, you are just in time".
"Time for what?" I asked.
"You will see", she answered and headed for the basement steps. I took off behind her. I was a suddenly excited as anticipated what was about to happen. As we walked across the rec room heading for her playroom she told me that she needed my help.
"Help for what?", I asked.
"This", she said as she opened the door to the playroom. There was Cathy much to my surprise. She was tied down to a door that was lying across two sawhorses. She was wearing nothing but a strapless bikini. Her arms were stretched above her head and tied to hooks in opposite corners of the door. Her knees and ankles were tied together with rope. A bunji cord attached to her ankles was stretched down under the foot of the table, which stretched Cathy out really tight. There were several strips of duct tape over her mouth I was told held in a balled up scarf. She was really bound securely.
"You remember me telling you that Cathy gets tied up?", Connie said, "Well you are just in time to help with her torture".
WOW! I thought this was really something. I couldn't remember how many times I had tried to imagine what it would be like to play such games and now it was happening.
"What do you want me to do", I asked.
"Just do as I say and no one will get hurt. Well almost no one" she laughed and slapped Cathy on the bottom of her foot.
Connie grabbed a roll of thick twine and cutting off a long piece tied Cathy's big toes together real tight. She pulled the cord up and looped it through the cord binding her knees and looped it back down and weaving it between her other toes before splitting it off and tying it to the corners of the table. Now Cathy's arches were stretched back really tight. Her toes were not only stretched back they were spread apart as wide as could be.
"Ok Trish, now for your first torture lesson". She handed me a long stiff feather. "Now I want you to experiment on her feet. Go ahead take your time".
I took the feather from Connie and approached Cathy's bound feet. I looked at her face she seemed to almost be smiling as she braced herself for my attack. Holding the feather between finger and thumb I touched its tip on her big toe. "eM" was the noise it solicited. I did it again and got the same reaction. Then I stroked the bottom of her right foot from toe to heel. That brought a stronger reaction. At Connie's suggestion I held the feather long ways dragging the width of the feather up and down both soles at once. This really got Cathy started. "MMMMM" was best she could do but I could tell she would be squirming like crazy if she were not tied so well. I continued this for a while longer. I was really getting into it.
I remember how this strange feeling of power that came over me as I stood there torturing this helpless girls feet. As I continued I remarked to Connie that Cathy seemed to be having fun for someone that was being tortured. Connie agreed and decided we should increase her torture. Here try this. She handed me a round bristle shoe polish applicator. I still remember how good the hard wooden handle felt in my hand. This surge of energy suddenly came over me as I began to move the bristles over the center of her soles in little torturous circles. This was the first time Cathy really started to loose it. Her MMMM's became high pitched and she started to really struggle against her bonds. After a minute or so she I paused as I looked to Connie for guidance.
"DON'T STOP" she shouted. I continued as before. "Now you are finally torturing her", Connie exclaimed.
Then she picked up the feather I had been using before and began tormenting Cathy's underarms. "Don't stop until I say so" Connie ordered as Cathy squealed and squirmed helplessly.
I don't remember how long that segment lasted I just remember my heart pounding and being out of breath when Connie finally gave the order to stop. Cathy continued to gasp and squeal for some time after we stopped.
Connie took a damp sponge and sponged Cathy off from face to feet. This seemed to calm her down.
Cathy remained tied for about another hour as we unleashed three more torture attacks on her. We tickled her feet stomach sides and backs of her knees with fingers brushes and feathers. Connie did remove her gag at one point and give her some water. Then we continued with the tickle torture.
When it was all over and Cathy was finally untied she collected her things said thank you and went home.
I hung around for a while. Connie and I talked about the day's experience. She explained how she and Cathy had been doing this for a while and that it was actually Cathy's idea to get me involved. I admitted to having a really good time and that I hoped we could do it again real soon.
Trish
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Trish's stories
- 01 - Connie's Cellar (f/f)
- 02 - Connie's Torture Pit (ff/f)
- 03 - Connie's Campout (f+/f)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section