01 - My story
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By John
Tuesday, July 11th 2006 - 07:05:30 PM
My story
My Dad told me I should write about what happened and he called me John when he wrote a letter on this web page, so I'll be John. For a long time when I see someone tied up on television or in a movie, I have wondered what it was like to be tied up. I found this page and others and have looked at lots of pictures of people all tied up and I wanted to try it. So I asked my Dad if he would tie me up because I was afraid to ask any of my friends cause they might think Im weird of something. So one eveing Dad took a little piece of rope and tied my hands behind my back and said there you are tied up. But I said that wasn"t very good and that I wanted to be really tied up real tight and gagged and everything. Dad said he didn't think he should do that and my Mom said for sure it was a bad idea. But I told Dad that I'm almost fifteen and I'm old enough to know what I want and I want to be tied up so that I can see what its like. So after a while I showed him this web site and we read some of the letters and he saw that some kids play tie up games and like it a lot and that he and his friends sometimes tied each other up when he was my age and he liked it so he said he would think about it and a while back he wrote to this page himself and asked advice. Only a few answered and they said he should do it but he was concerned, so he talked to a lady where he works cause shes the psychologest and he calls her the shrink. They had a long talk and she said it wouldn't hurt she didn't think if he did what I asked. So he said to me quietly that some day he would do it. Then my mother had to go to be with my aunt cause she's having big problems, so Dad and I would be alone over the July 4 holiday. So Dad said asked me if I still wanted to be tied up and I said sure, so he said that he would do it Sunday afternoon.
So then we did research cause my Dad is an engeneer and he likes to research everything and do it right he says. So we looked at lots of sites with people tied up and I said what I liked and what I wanted. I said I wanted to be hogtied real tight so that I could hardly move. And I wanted a good gag and everything. So we decided I would be hogtied. And Dad said what did I want to wear and I said nothing. But he said I had to wear something but I said we sometimes don't wear anything at home and when we go to his club to swim but he said that was different and I had to wear something and that I should decide by tomorrow so I said I would.
On Sunday I got up around ten and Dad was reading the paper and he said we should go out to breakfast so we did. The place was crowded so we had to wait, and we got home a while after noon. So I was watching tv when Dad asked me if I still wanted him to tie me up and I said of course, so he asked if I was ready, and I said no, so he said to go to my room and get ready, so I did. When he walked in I was standing there in my jock. He laughed and said that if that's what I want OK. He had a bag and he took out a piece of rope and tied my hands behind my back real tight with rope around and between my wrists. While he was tying my wrists and arms he asked me how long I wanted to stay tied up. I said that I wanted to be untied tomorrow morning. Dad said No Way cause that was too long but I said it was what I wanted but he said no so I asked him how long he thought and he said he was thinking about a half hour or maybe an hour and I said NO Way cause it wasn't nearly long enough for me to feel really tied up. We argued while he pulled my upper arms together and tied them and finally we agreed on three hours and then he would ask me if I wanted more and we would decide then. Then he tied more rope around my upper arms and around my body over my chest in front and really tight. Then he took the role of silver tape and taped my wrists together over the rope and then down around my hands and fingers with lots of tape. Then he took a long piece of rope and tied the middle around my wrists and pulled one side up between my legs and tied it to the rope around my chest and then the other piece of rope up between my legs on the other side and tied it to the rope around my chest so my arms were held tight against my back.
So I said that he was really tieing me up very tight and he said that was what I wanted so stop complaining. So I shut up while he tied my legs in three places and he put more silver tape around my ankles over the rope and then around my body over the rope. Then Dad asked if I wanted to say anything more and I said no so he told me to open my mouth and he had a blue soft rubber ball like a sponge and he put it in my mouth and told me to close it around th ball and squeeze it so it fit. Then he put a big piece of silver tape over my mouth and another one and a third one. Then he put a long one under my chin and up the sides of my head and then he wrapped tape around my face below my nose about four times all the way around. Then he put a clear plastic bag over my head and made ahole for my nose and then he wrapped silver tape all around my head and under my chin and covered everything except the hole for my nose and little spots for my eyes. He asked me to say something but I could only make noises. So he said now you are gagged for real. So I was really tied up but he wasn't done. He helped me lie down on the floor and then he tied a rope around my ankles and pulled my legs up and tied the rope around my wrists. Then he took the silver tape and put it over my ankles and held me up and wrapped it around my upper legs so that my heels touched my butt and the tape held me very tight so I couldn't hardly move my legs at all.
Dad stood up and said that now I was tied up and since it was a little after one, he would keep me that way until four and then we would talk. So he left me and went across the hall to his room where he started working at his computer. I tried to see how much I could move and I could not move my arms at all or my legs much and I could wiggle my body around a little and I couldn't make anything except sounds through the gag. It was ahsome. It was exactly what I wanted. I struggled and tried to move and twisted and knew that nothing was coming lose and I was tied up until Dad untied me. I experimented seeing if I could get the tape off my fingers but I couldn't and I couldn't make the gag lose or anything. I tried to roll over onto my side and struggled and struggled and finally I did it and then I couldn't get back onto my stomach.
Well, I struggled and wiggled and was still tight tied up just like Dad left me and then I thought that an hour or more had past but when I wiggled around to see the clock it was only about 20 minutes. Dad was with his computer so he wasn't watching me. I lay there helpless bound up and gagged like a prisoner or a kidnap person. It was wonderful. I knew why people liked playing tie up games and being tied up. So after more than an hour Dad looked in and asked me if I was OK and I made some sounds, and he said OK and went away. So I was there for another hour and it was a long hour and when it was over I decided I wanted Dad to untie me. I was glad I would be tied up for only three hours and not all night. Then Dad came in again and said that he had forgotten for us to set up a signal if I had an emergency and if I wanted to be untied I should just say clearly Untie Me. Then he laughed and said he was going to make himself a sandwich and get a beer and watch the game on tv and he would be back at four to talk to me. I wanted to make the emergency signal then, but decided I should stay tied up because he would call me a wimp after I had wanted to be tied up all night and then wanted to be untied after only two hours. I guess I was sort of my own prisoner.
I was really ready to be untied after one more hour. My jaw hurt from the ball in my mouth and all the tape around my head and my arms hurt and I realized I could not stretch out or anything all tied that way. So I watched the clock an slowly it became four and I was ready to be untied. But Dad didn't come and I got worried. He had to go out to the garage to get a beer from the cooler and maybe he locked himself out of the house cause hes done that a few times. Maybe something happened. I struggled but nothing and I realized how tightly and totally I was tied up and gagged and helpless. Then it was fifteen minutes and than a half hour and I was sweating and in a panic. I wanted to be untied so badly and nothing happened. I lay there struggling for an hour and then longer and then after what I thought was hours it was six and then after six and nothing. Finally Dad walked into the room and he said he had fallen asleep and he was sorry and he quickly untied my legs and then he got a scissors and cut up my jock and helped me stand and with the jock off he told me to go to the bathroom and then go to the kitchen. I really needed the bathroom, and then I went to the kitchen with my arms still tied and still gagged. I wondered what he would do and he told me to sit in a chair and he was fixing dinner. When he put the food on the table he started to remove the tape on my head and the plastic and all of the parts of the gag and it was painful when the last of the tape came off my face and neck.
So I asked him why my arms were still tied up and he said that he had felt bad that he wouldn't tie me up like I wanted for all night and naked and everything and he was going to do it after all. So I said I wanted to be untied because I had been tied up enough, but he said he thought I wanted to stay tied, and he would do it cause it was what I wanted. I said I can't eat with my arms tied, but he said he would feed me and we would talk about it after dinner, so he fed me and I sat there and ate. When we were done he cleaned up and did the dishes while I sat there and watched, Then he came up behind me and pushed the ball back into my mouth and wrapped my face with silver tape so I was gagged again. And he told me to go to the bathroom again and then go to my room where he would finish tieing me up again. I tried to tell him that I wanted to end this and be untied but it did no good. So I went to the bathroom and then to the bedroom where he tied my legs again and then hogtied me and left me on the bed. I thought he was joking cause my Dad likes to joke, but I began to think he was serious. Anyway, I was all tied up and nothing I could do about it. After a while he came into my room and said that it was eight and he would see me around eight in the morning so I would be tied up the next twelve hours. I tried again to ask him to untie me but I couldn't say anything he could understand. So I laid there but after about an hour he came back and untied me completely.
Dad and I talked about what happened and I told him I really liked it especially the part where I thought he would leave me tied up all night and I felt like a prisoner. And he said I shouldn't tell anyone about it especially my mother. So Dad taught me an old saying that you should be careful what you wish for cause you might get it. And so I got my wish and I was really tied up for a while and I liked it a lot and Im already asking him to do it again.
John
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