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By Stacy

Tuesday, October 25th 2005 - 04:00:12 PM

An accident leads to my first bondage experience

This happened to me when I was still living with my parents. With my folks having gone out for the evening, I was home all alone. My parents had given me a list of chores to do before I could go out or do anything.

Well, in the process of dusting off some coffee tables, I accidently knocks o ver a very fancy vase that was a very cherished item in our family. My parents, Dad especially loved it.

So now what? Surely I could explain that it was all just an accident. And it really was an accident but I wasn't sure that would fly. My parents would criticize me for being clumsy or even accuse me of doing it on purpose. They knew how much I hated doing those stupid chores.

All of a sudden, there is a knock on the door. It's Harold my dorky neighbor. Harold is sort of a nice guy and a friend. More like a girlfriend than a guy friend even though he is a guy. Harold and I got to be close friends though and he confided in me a lot. In fact, he would tell me things that he would not tell anyone else.

One of his passions was bondage and he had this fetish for putting his hand over my mouth. I let him do it because he seemed to enjoy it, he was a loner and didn't have any real friends and no girl friends. But I also knew he was harmless. So suddenly, I got an idea.

I asked Harold how he always talked about bondage and wanting to tie me up. He nodded and smiled and asked what was up all of a sudden because I had always refused in the past.

So I leveled with Harold. I told him what had happened and that my parents were really going to be upset with me. They may even ground me and not let me talk to Harold for a long time. That got to him. So I told Harold that if I could convince my parents that we had an intruder come in, who broke in and broke that vase, that would get me off the hook. And if they found me tied up, that would be very convincing.

I was of course concerned because I knew how much Harold loved this bondage stuff. He was always telling me about movies that he saw with pretty girls bound and gagged and how much he enjoyed it. And he said he had a fantasy of being tied up by a girl as well. So I made a deal with Harold. I knew that I couldn't effectively self tie myself and make it look believable and one thing I knew for sure was that Harold had the knack for bondage. Or so I assumed and it turned o ut to be correct. So I told Harold that if he would help me out that I would tie him up, not that he minded tying me up either. He was all for it.

So Harold ran to his home which was right next door and hurredly came back with rope and banadanas. I told H arold that the best place to tie me would be right in the living room. Harold suggested using a high back chair from the kitchen. I thought that would be too unfortable and my parents would not be home for at least a couple of hours.

Before we started, I told Harold that I needed to made a run to the bathroom and get a quick snack and a drink since I obviously would not be able to move or eat anything for awhile. I also told Harold to wait for a little while and asked him to help me mess up the house a little so it looked like it was vandalized, but not to break anything. I would have enough to explain the vase.

So we both went around the house, pulling things out of drawers and messing things up. In a way, I was enjoying this. After all the cleaning I had been doing, it was a release.

I grabbed a sandwich and made one for Harold and we both had a drink. As best I could figure, my parents should be home in about an hour or less so I told Harold that now was the time to tie me up. Boy was he excited! His eyes were like saucers and he couldn't wait.

After much deliberation, I agreed on the straight back chair. AS UNCOMFORTABLE AS THAT WOULD BE, it would be far better than having to explain to my parents that I broke that vase or have them figure out that this was a setup. They knew that I was a chicken for pain and that if I had tied myself up, it would be sloopy or I would put myself in as comfortable a position as possible.

So Harold told me to stand upright and put my hands behind my back. He started tying my hands with my hands crisscrossed behind my back. Then he had me sit down in the chair. Now he was tying between my arms and around my shoulders just over my breast. Harold commented how my breast stuck with me tied that way. I started to tell him off, but he quickly put his hand over my mouth and there wasn't anything I could do about it. He held it there for awhile and just stared at me. I started to tell him to move on with the tying but all that came out were mmmpphhhs. Harold got the message though and quickly got back to business.

Harold was running out of rope so grabbed another line and started to tie my legs over the chair and then my feet together. He then grabbed the rope and tied it from my feet to the ropes that interlaced around my torso.

He asked me how it felt. I wiggled and squirmed and said that I was tied and wasn't going anywhere. My parents would be convinced that I couldn't possibly have done this to myself. I thanked him and told him that he better leave before my parents come home and asked him to give me one last sip of my soda before he left.

Harold so gently put the glass up to my mouth and let me drink. I sighed and told him well this is this and thanks. I also told him that I would make good on my promise and that I would tie him up, possibly even the next day. He liked that.

But before leaving Harold said he liked me this way. That he really enjoyed tying me up and was glad that I let him do it. But as he was walking out, Harold suddenly turned around with a bandana and said "I better gag you!"

"No way!" I responded. "I don't want to be gagged"

Harold told me that that would be my decision and he would respect it, but how realistic would it look if my parents came in, found me there and wondered why I wasn't screaming my head off?

Good point!

So rather reluctantly I told Harold to go ahead and gag me.
But not too tight. But before doing that, while I was stilla ble to talk, I told him to leave the door partly open to look realistic. Obviously, robbers would not be concerned with closing the door. Harold nodded and then grabbed his bandana. Harold then rolled up the bandana and stuffed it in my mouth. Then he pulled off a piece of duct tape and covered my mouth with it.

He smiled and left me like that. Now I had to hope that my parents would be hope on time. And I just had a revelation; what if some real robbers would happen by and come right in. The door was open and nothing could prevent them from entering my home and doing God knows what.

Stacy

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