02 - The Tie Up Tournament
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By Matt W
Tuesday, August 17th 2004 - 07:55:21 PM
The Tie Up Tournament
Well 7 very long years passed since my first bondage experience. Abby and Jenny never tied me up again, nor did I tie them up. Sure we tickled now and then. But that was it, after we moved I never heard from them again. In that time, I had moved twice, making friends and losing them. Still through out of that time, never again did I find someone who liked bondage. I got the internet and like a shockwave my social life exploded. I soon found myself with friends all over the world, but yet not a single one was into bondage (Course I never dared asked, instead I went by their personality). My ability to attract girls had been nearly snuffed out (unfortunately L) no longer did girls giggle and push other girls into me at the halls at school. Now I was nothing more than just another teenager trying to fight his way through high school. No longer would I want to throw up when a girl would kiss me or "make a move"; in fact it was now welcomed actually. Funny how 7 years can change someone so much.
However just because I had not tied up or had someone tie me up in the last 7 years doesn't mean I knew nothing of bondage. On a contrary my bondage knowledge had grown immensely. I had seen tons of videos and god only knows how many pics. I had recently found a way (even though it took me 3 very painful tries, one involving landing head first onto a concrete floor :S) to make a painless and virtually no circulation loss suspended bondage. I had learned the tricks of the trade in knot tying and places for "tie up games" mostly thanks to this site, which I found accidentally a little more than a year ago.
I now had a GF who I was with for over 8 months. She was a high 16 year old and I was a young 17 year old. No we never did "it". Sure we'd make out now and then, but we weren't stupid and never crossed a certain line.
My story starts about 2 weeks after my 17th birthday. My parents were going out to "enjoy themselves" the way parents do sometimes. Of course me being the sneaky teen I am, I had it all planned out. Since my parents were gone this would be a perfect time to spend a few hours with my GF - lets call her Carrie. I swiped er - "borrowed" Terminator 3 off the Internet and burned it so we could watch it on the Xbox.
At 6:45pm (right after dinner) my parents left and I got ready for Carrie. I changed into my usually baggy zip off cargo jeans which were wide enough that they were loose but secure and the legs went down past my feet. I also took out a "saying" shirt Carrie loved joke shirts I never understood it, but I wore them none the less. This particular one was black and had words that said "I have just kidnapped myself, give me $1,000,000 dollars or you'll never see me again". I had short ankle socks (I hate them ones that start going up the leg) and my black with midnight blue flame streak shoes. I also had my steel, with matrix green inside wrist watch which I usually keep on just because it feels strange with out it and matched well with the rest of my cloths. Carrie should be here any moment, but I still needed to do something with my hair. My hair was always a mess, I tried to comb it down the best I could but it always stuck back up again.
The door bell rang, I walked out of the bathroom and answered the door. I was for a moment in shock. Carrie was utterly beautiful. Her straight shoulder length black hair had a shine to it. I noticed her shirt was one of those that had three rips by her breast, exposing her a bit. She had long loose pants. Secured with a brown belt and those black high ankle leather boots. She smiled and we kissed briefly before I let her inside. I invited her on the couch and she sat down.
"Nice shirt" she said.
"Thanks" I replied.
I noticed she had seemed a bit tense about it. But I shrugged and sat down next to her.
"So what you wanna do?" Carrie said
"Well I just got Terminator 3 off kazaa so we can watch it if you want?" I said
"Yea - in a little while" She replied.
Knowing that it may be a while before the movie I sat down next to her. She moved next to me and rested her head at my side. Now conversation I was kinda good at with a girl, but as girls could go on for hours I could only master about 45 min. Carrie had recently gone to a friends house and I decided it would be a good to ask her how it went.
"So how was your day?" I said.
"Oh it was great we played a few games, and at the end we tied Jamie to a support pole in the basement and tickled her senseless (laughs) " Carrie replied excitedly.
I just sat there, I was in shock. I had known her for nearly 8 months, I thought I knew everything about her. (As for as long as we talked I damn well better know a lot about her) My brain couldn't register it. Did she just say what I think she said? My heart seemed to of gone into a freefall. It was one thing to have a girl friend that had the same interests as you that you could easily get along with, but when she has the same ahem, INTEREST as you, the shock of it was like walking outside to get the paper only to find yourself caught in a hail storm of 100 dollar bills, it's unexpected, but its certainly welcomed! I had to ask, ether I was going to get the strangest of looks, or I was going to hear music to my ears, but I needed to know.
"You like bo... (no bondage sounded to harshly sexual, I decided to go for something a bit lighter) You like to tie-up games?" I asked slowly and carefully.
She looked at me, as if thinking the same thing I had just thought about a moment ago. Then replied,
"Yea, I know it's kinda strange, but it's great - she paused briefly then said in a carefully toned voice - You should try it some time..."
"I have..." I mumbled very quietly under my breath. Still remembering the first time I was tied up.
This is my chance I thought.
"Well, we got (I checked my watch) 4 hours why don't we try it out?" I said.
"Ok, let me run home real quick I got a few things there" she said slightly flushed.
So she walked home, (it was only two blocks down) and in 15 minutes she returned with a backpack.
"So what's in it?" I asked mildly curious
"Oh, you'll find out" she said almost coldly
By now my heart was racing, I could feel my adrenalin going. It was the same feeling you have when you get a near death experience or about to do something you can get in big trouble with. The feeling poured through out my body, it was almost too much to take.
Ok where to do this - then I had an idea - on my second move I got a new bed (the people who originally lived didn't want to drag it along, so my old bed was still downstairs. It used to be a bunk bed so it had wooden rails going up to where the second bunk would be.
"Come follow me, I'll show yea a place we can do this" I said
Carrie followed me I could hear metal clinking in the backpack and my heart went into another major freefall. On the way I noticed she eyed a gaming table. (It was about waist high and about 7 feet long and 4 feet wide.) I made a mental note to remember that table. I led her into a (ironically) guest room. Which had partially been converted into an office as my mom was a teacher. The bed was in the corner, she saw it and said
"oOo perfect…†she said in that playful tone of hers I've grown to like so much.
"so what's the plan?" I asked breathing a little more than usual.
"Well, wanna have a tie up tournament?" she said enthusiastically.
"A what?!" I said though I had a good idea what it was.
"A Tie Up Tournament. Basically we tie each other up 3 times and time each other. There's a 15 minute limit. At which if you don't get out you get the penalty. At the end we tally up our time and who ever has the shortest amount wins." She said.
I was afraid to ask, but I had to say
"And... what's this... this penalty?" I said though I pretty much knew the answer
"Why who ever is tied up gets tickled to death!" She said in a cruel tone.
"And what's the prize?" I said
"You mean the prize for winning? Oh, well - I'm sure we can think of something", she said playfully winking at me. <heart did yet another free fall>
"Ok right who gets tied up first?" I said
She thought a bit then said
"Lets flip a coin"
"All right" I replied. I took out a quarter "heads or tails?"
"Heads"
I flipped the coin caught it in mid hair and slapped it on the top of my hand" tails" this time my entire body seemed to of exploded in anticipation
"well" she asked still not knowing the answer
"You're mine" I said excitedly.
"Oh well, just remember, you will be next" Carrie said with a smile.
I went to my own stash and retrieved my rope, belt and slightly used roll of duct tape from under the stairs in the pantry. I came back and she rolled her eyes.
"And what in the hell do you call that?" she said airily
"What?" I said
"Use my stuff or I'll be out in a second flat", she said.
"Oh yea? You think so?" I said daringly.
"I don't think, I know", she said with a grin.
"Well we'll see about that" I said now grinning myself.
I uncoiled the rope which was kinda pitiful I had to admit. It was splitting at the ends and was in bad shape, but me being on the budget I was and not wanting to get caught with like a dog cage or something totally outrages I stayed as simple as I could. Rope and duct tape - can't get much more simple than that I thought.
"All right lay down on the bed."
"Ok but I'll be out in no time" she said.
She laid down on the bed and went limp.
"Bind away" she said lazily.
I looked at my "target" and saw she might be able to free her feet with those slippery boots so. I sat down on the bed. Put one of her feet in my lap and began unzipping it.
"Hey what are you doing?" she said almost laughing.
"Taking off these boots what do you think?" I said in an obvious tone.
"And why are you doing that?" she said mildly interested.
"Why, so I can tickling you after your 15 minutes is up" I said with an evil grin.
"Heh since when are you a little smart ass?"
"Oh you haven't seen half of what I am yet..." I said giving her the evil grin again.
"Oh I can't wait" she said in her playfully sexy tone.
I unzipped her boot and pulled it off exposing her sock her toes wiggling. Then I removed the other boot. There I thought now she wont be able to escape from that so easily.
So I began to tie her up. I grabbed about a 3 foot piece of rope. And picked up her right wrist, which was up against the wall. Her hand hung lifelessly, as she made no attempt to stop me from tying her down. I wrapped the rope around twice her wrist and pushed the rope through the 2 wraps then made a double knot. Then I stretch out her arm to the bed post on the right side and did the same thing. I then got another rope same length and started doing the other wrist. She stared at me, mouth slightly opened and eyes of innocents. Her 3 ripped shirt showed better than ever.
She tested he bonds and then laid limply again. I proceeded to her cute feet. (I had a thing for feet, but never told anyone. Not even her - hell actually this would be the first time I admitted it - funny in a way. Never said a word then posted it to hundreds of people across the globe. Anyway) I crawled across her and she gave a playful
"oOo Matt"
I went to her right foot and proceeded to push her pants leg up so it exposed her smooth ankle. I did the same thing that I did to her wrist to her ankle. But before tying it to the bed I dragged her by her feet so her arms were stretched out.
"You ok?" I said.
"Oh I'm ok, but YOU wont after I get out of this", she said with her own evil grin.
I then stretched out her leg and tied the other side of the rope to the post. Then got off the bed and did the same to the other foot. She tested those bonds as well.
"Ha! That's it? I'm disappointed in you Matt, I would have expected more outta you", she said sarcastically.
"You know what?" I said with a almost a laugh.
"What?" she said smiling.
"You talk too much, I'll fix that" I said and did a evil laugh (the brahahAHAHAHA!)
I went into the laundry room, the one thing about my family is when it came to chores they were lazy. They would stuff 2 or 3 loads in a single basket before bringing it upstairs. So I was almost certain I'd find a sock. Low and behold I found a nice clean white one. I went back into the office and took a look at her. She looked at me and then to the sock.
"So you DO know a little bit about bondage" she said.
I didn't reply I immediately stuff the sock in her mouth, then duct tapped her mouth shut using the same wrapping motion Jenny and Abby used on me 7 years back. Though trying to duct tape as little hair as possible.
I looked at her helpless body, spread eagle across MY bed. A girl tied down to MY bed. It was something special indeed. But then I had an idea - I took the duct tape and wrapped it around the knots, tightly. Carrie made a fairly high pitched mMm of impressed. I then looked down and admired my work. Simple, but hard. I thought I did a pretty good job.
I took of my watch switched it to "timed" and pushed one of the small silver color side buttons. The watched beeped signaled Carrie to go and try to break her bonds. I sat down on the side of the best and watched her struggling against the bonds. At first she was just flailing and I laughed thinking this game was mine and I'd be tickle torturing her in no time. But I just realized she was loosening the bonds so she could stretch a bit more. Pretty soon she could reach the duct taped knot at her left hand. She began picking at the tape with he finger nail. It slowly started to peel off. She grabbed a loose corner of it and pulled. It started to come off revealing the double knot. She began picking at that and it started to come loose. She then pulled the loop a bit, then pulled loosening the rope even further. Then repeating the same tactic.
I checked my watch 6 minutes! I looked up and he hand was free she began ripping off the other duct tape and then started on the knot. Both her hands were soon free. She gave me a quick look of Ha! then proceeded to her feet. Which now with two hands she freed her feet pretty easily. I pushed the watch button again.
"Well how did I do?" Carrie asked
"8min 23sec..." I said. I was kinda disappointed, I was hoping for a bit of tickle torture, but oh well.
"Hmmm bit longer than I expect, still after I'm through with you those 8 min are going to seem like 8 seconds. Now lay down on that table out there"
I glanced at the table - I knew it was coming. I sighed, preparing for the worst and got onto the table careful not to hit my head on the pool light (a square hanging light with 2 light bulbs inside, the original owner of the house had a pool table however we did not.) I laid onto the table stomach down.
"Oh no you don't, that would be too easy and besides how am I suppose to tickle you when the best parts of your body are covered" she smiled again.
I rolled over onto my back. Meanwhile Carrie went and got the backpack. Finally I can see what was inside this thing. She opened it and spilled the contents onto the floor beside the table. I peeked over and my mouth dropped instantly. This girl had the whole frickin works!!! She had regular handcuffs, chain cuffs, strangely flat rope, 2 rolls of duct tape, a couple of weird looking belts, a scissors, and a bunch of tickle instruments I was praying never would be used on me.
"Oh yes, you see Matt, me on the other hand have got it all - and I assure you. I WILL be using it all on you by the end of this little game", she said with the best evil grin yet.
I on the other hand was still in shock, though we have only been GF and BF for 8 months I'd known her since a couple of months after I moved in or about 4 years. How in the hell did she have all this... this stuff. The WHOLE time and I never noticed. I had my dream girl living just a few blocks from my house and I never noticed!!!
"You better relax, you're in for a rough night" Carrie said as she shifted through her toys of torture.
Carrie grabbed the flat rope. I looked at it, I knew it's flatness had to have a purpose, but I couldn't put my finger on it. She began unraveling it. It had to be it least 40 feet long. She started cutting it into various lengths with the scissors.
"You call that old junk rope? Just you wait till you try MY rope" She laughed and I started to panic. Last thing I wanted is to endure another major tickle torture episode.
After she was done cutting she took a fair length piece of rope, picked up my wrist - her fingers felt cool against my now hot skin - and tied it to my wrist, tightly too.
"Um, that's a bit... that’s a bit tight." I said
"Oh don't be such a baby" she said in a mocking baby tone.
She then went under the table. She pulled my arm down so it went under the table then from the sounds of it she was wrapping the rope around the table leg. She then wrapped it around the other table leg and did the same thing with my other hand. I looked at the bonds. Actually hell what am I saying I couldn't even SEE the bonds! It was under the table. Then she went for my feet. First she just stood there looking at them for a moment as if trying to figure out the best way to do it. She went to her pile of torture devices and took out a roll of duck tape. Then lifted my legs and began wrapping my legs up right down to my feet. I looked down. I looked mummified to the waste down. She then tied my feet up with the flat rope. Once again a bit tighter for comfort. She then went back to her pile, looked around and scratched her head, dug in her pack.
"Where in the hell is it?" she said to herself
I was about to ask where's what when her face lit up and she pulled out a ball gag! I was about to protest, saying I don't exactly care for something that god only knows how many people had used, but before I could get so much as a word out I found it in my mouth. I tested my bonds - ultra tight. I could only move the inner part of my body up and down a few centimeters. Perhaps she noticed for what she said next.
"Well have to do something about that"
I heard the rip of duct tape and she began wrapping me in duct tape to the table. This was getting bad, I thought.
"Ok what did you do to that watch?" Carrie said
I said "on the bed" but it just came out "Mn mff ffeff"
She laughed then replied.
"You know you look even cuter tied down like this"
I felt my face flush. Ether that or it was the two hot bulbs beating down on me. She went into the office and came back with the watch. She looked at it, then pushed a button. I heard the beep. Immediately I tried to break free. I noticed immediately that she had wrapped the rope half way up the leg. If I could just shift the rope upwards I'd get more slack. I stretched as hard as I could. Painful, but rewarding I used my finger to dig under the ropes and lift them up. Then I did the same with the other side. My body stretched at every moment, but it was better than being "tickled to death"
"Oh - good good, you're smarter that I thought, but just wait till you try the rope", she said with a grin.
Ha! I thought you ain't seen nothing yet. Now my hands could easily reach each other and I started to try and push the end of the rope in so I could make a loop in the knot, But no matter how hard I tried no effect. The flat rope had made it lose its stiffness when you tried to push it out, like a shoelace. I was in trouble.
"3 minutes" she said.
I began digging my fingernails - if you can call them finger nails they were so short I couldn't even pick up a penny without an effort. I started to pull on the knot. It was very tight, but I didn't lose hope. I was NOT going to be tickled again. Not again! So I kept trying finally the rope started to give and I managed to free my left hand - I was using my right to untie myself because that is my dominant hand. I felt the rush of blood flowing through my free hand. I hadn't noticed, but it had started to go insanely numb. I then tried to get up but the wrap of duct tape was holding me down. I looked up and noticed the end of it right above me. It was too easy. I began unraveling myself, but the second I got to the under side of the table I could reach the tape. Dammit I thought.
"8 minutes" she said with a grin. She even began looking down at my shoes and tapped them a bit with her index finger, teasing me.
Then I thought about what to do, I just laid there staring into the pool light for a moment.
"Giving up so easily Matt?" Carrie said
I had it!!! The inner table had beams in it so there was a dip inside the table the one spot where there was duct tape underneath was on the outside. So I went straight to work. I dug my finger into the top most layer of duck tap (near my chin) and pulled the duct tap as hard as I could. It was pulled right out from under the table. YES! I thought. I looked at Carrie who had now bitten her lip. I immediately went to work. I got half way through. Each time I felt blood rushing into my body, though my right hand (which I still didn't bother to untie) was becoming uncomfortably prickly)
"10 min" she said.
Got through the top half of my legs.
"11 minutes"
Got through the rest of the duct tap all what was left was the last bit of rope.
"13 minutes"
I got up and slowly lowered myself to the edge. This was a mistake I fell over and because of the rope I fell straight down. I manage to catch myself with my hands ,but it still hurt like hell.
"Ouch, Are you ok?" she laughed
"mMfff" I said as I started to twist my body so I could see the rope.
"14 minutes"
I began frantically untying the knot, but it was so tight. Finally I did it. I DID IT! I wasn't going to be tickled I looked to her who pointed to my now pulsing hand and to the gag. I screamed into the gag.
"You got 13 seconds"
I ripped off the gag and frantically fumbled with the rope around my wrist. I kept trying even though I knew I was doomed. Finally I was free. I looked to her. Only to see her lunge at me and knock me over.
"TOO LONG" she began tickling my ribs. I laughed and started to push her off. She laughed and put her full weight on me. And began tickling under my arm pits. I started to roll. We rolled over the top of each other over and over and over till we hit a wall. She got off, breathing heavily, but smiling none the less.
"And that was just a taste of what I got" she said laughing.
I got up. Shaking, but determined to get back at her. It was my turn. I decided to skip the table and go right to the big stuff.
"Follow me, I have something for yea all right" I said barely able to keep it in. If she accepts this I'd get a dose of heaven. Suspended bondage of a girl. Oh yea!
Part II coming soon
15 min Me 8min 23sec for Carrie... However I swore I'd get my revenge...
Matt W
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Matt W's stories
- 01 - My First Bondage Experience (ff/m)
- 02 - The Tie Up Tournament (m/f, f/m)
- 03 - Jailbreak (fff/m)
- 04 - The Sleepover (fff/m, m/f)
- 05 - Into Practice (fff/m, m/f)
- 06 - The Sleepover reedited (ffff/m)
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