01 - So many Tales
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By Ensnared
Friday, May 23rd 2003 - 07:52:31 AM
So many Tales
This is the first of many. I have read from this site for over two years now, and I realize that I should be giving in to what I take so much from. On this basis, I shall relate a few short stories from the earliest of my "tie-up experiences", which will be followed up by more detailed and "exciting" stories from the past 25 years of my life.
Between playing barbies and telling on their older siblings, all of the girls in the neighborhood were grouped together in an agressive stance against the boys. They were always better! Being the youngest, I took the brunt of this aggression. If the older boys doused the girls with water-baloons, I was hog-tied and gagged the next day. If they got told on, I got mummified, it was unreal!
Earliest Memory- 9 years old.
Example 1 : I was playing with my cousin Stacey in her room (parents unaccounted for, happens so much, doesn't it?) when it dawns in her bright mind that we should play school. She gets to be the principle and I get to be the bad kid. Fine by me. Next thing I know I'm handcuffed to the main hanger bar (real handcuffs) of her closet, while she laughs and makes fun of me.
Example 2 : Same cousin, only now the seventeen year old really cute girl next door is babysitting us. Sorry, not much memory to relate, but I do know that I ended up tied spread eagle to a bottom bunk-bed, and Barbie (That was actually the babysitter's name no $#!+) wanted to show Stacey how ticklish I was so she could get what she wanted out of me. She not only demonstrated this with one inch long fingernails, but she went home to get a artificial nail kit so Stacey would be able to torture me the same way. This is where I lose memory.
Example 3: A girl named Jenny, who used to live across the street from me, decided to use me as a tied-up toy when she and 3 other girls took a looooong piece of clothes line and hog-tied me. At least 100 feet of rope wrapped around my wrists and ankles, exposing me to tickling and humiliation. My preference of fetishes and sexual situations was set in stone.
Next Week : Age Ten!!
Ensnared
USA
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A Week to Remember - Part 1
This is a flash forward to when I was 15 (oh to be that age again), the summer between my freshmen and sophomore years of high school.
I lived in a suburban style community, my family coming from the "less rich" area of a small town. Between cutting the grass and playing baseball, life was generally slow, until a particular Friday night in mid-July...
It all started three days before. My parents had plans to go away on a cruise for their anniversary, and it was to be the first time I would be left alone with the house all to myself, for a whole week! Fate was definitely not on my side though, for it was not to be. My mother happened upon my "stash" and the festivals to be, which were swirling through my mind, ceased to exist.
This was not big enough of an issue to cancel my parent's trip, but it was big enough to ensure that I was deemed unable to responsibly look over the house, so I was to be found a babysitter. Great, a fifteen year old baby!
My best friend Kyle lived up the hill in the "more rich" part of town with his mother. We had been good buddies since the third grade, even better in high school. During this time, he was with his father (divorced, of course) on a camping and hiking trip in Colorado. My mother had been talking with his mother (the way mothers of best friends always do) the night after she discovered my secret garden, and they decided that I would stay with Kyle's mom for the week.
"You'll be staying with Cyndie this week young man!"
Never did I think that to this day those words would hold so much vivid memory.
Now I was a little perturbed that Kyle was not going to be taking part in my imprisonment at his house under his mother's rule, but to be totally honest, I was mostly excited. I was "getting to that age" and I had noticed more than once how really beautiful his mother really was: About 5'9", 135 lbs, feminine yet toned, tan, blonde, and very volumptious. Not only all of these things, but what really made me sweat was how she LOOKED at me. Her blue eyes would stare at me in a undescribable way, her white teeth would show through a sly smile that would make me blush and look away. I thought alot of this was my young growing imagination, until that weekend...
I was picked up by Cyndie that Friday morning. She drove up in a green Ford Mustang, shining to the rims. I was waiting outside when she stepped out, and my pulse quickened at the sight of her. She was casually dressed, but the way she had her hair and face done up made her look like a fantasy come true. She walked her way towards me, heels clicking on the concrete and gave me a poke in the stomach when she reached me. I noticed the strange sensation of the touch and when I looked down at her hands, I saw that she was sporting one and a half inch fingernails (artificials) that were painted almost neon orange.
"You like my nails?" She smiled as she said this, waving them in my face. "Summer Orange!"
"Yeah, great." I blurted, pretending to be disinterested.
"Oh come on now, that's no attitude to have with your legal guardian for the next week you naughty boy!" Her smile grew at this. She was always smiling.
"Look," I said "its gonna be punishment enough since Kyle's not around, I'm going to be bored to death around there."
"Oh, not so," she balked" you'll have plenty of activity to keep you occupied. I don't know if your parents told you or not, but the payment for my services is that you will be taking care of the chores around my house!" She said this with a matter of fact attitude that just made my head swirl. "And believe me, you won't have an idle moment!" As she said this, she quickly squeazed my sides and I jumped a couple of inches.
"Ha Ha!" She taunted, and laughed as she opened the door to my house and stepped inside. I stood there looking after her, speechless.
Cyndie and my parents exchanged their pleasantries, and we were off. I said good-bye to my parents and loaded my bags into the Mustang. Minutes later we were speeding up the hill towards Cyndie's house (practically a mansion) while my freedom unknowingly was slipping away the closer we got.
To be Continued...
Ensnared
USA
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