TiedEyes : 01 - Sarah Acts Strangely (F/M, M/F)
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 11:00 pm
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01 - Sarah Acts Strangely
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By TiedEyes
Wednesday, December 17th 2003 - 11:26:43 AM
I love this site! It's one of the few places where people share the innocent fun of being so much under each other's control. I got into tying up girls after getting out of hypnotizing them. The short story is this...
I frequently hypnotized a girl friend in college, but it wasn't part of any love-life between us. We were trying to do psychic research. Eventually she left me, growing much more interested in the boss at her summer job. Although I really missed her friendship, I discovered that other girls seemed interested in me hypnotizing them, apparently as an "innocent" way for me to have complete control over them, with some sort of romantic/erotic curiosity.
I soon discovered that romance-and-hypnosis was kind of dreary. Hypnosis is all about telling someone what to do and think and feel. Can you compare that to being alone with a tied-up girl? The LAST thing you'd think of is telling her what to do or think or feel! (Regardless of your own gender)
It's much more fun to watch her struggle with those issues, in her own cute, quiet way.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. So, I stopped hypnotizing a new friend I'd recently become close with, hoping she and I would develop a "normal" love life, and this led to my first tying experience.
Sarah said she understood about not wanting to do hypnosis, but she sensed that deep inside, both of us wanted something more fun. Then one night, we're lying in bed together, half asleep, and she gets out of bed without saying anything and walks out. I can hear her rummaging through one of her kitchen drawers, but I don't see her when she returns, being on my stomach, facing away.
But after she climbs back under the covers, I suddenly feel her pulling my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists and wrapping them with rope! And she was acting very strange, not saying a single word, maybe thinking I was still asleep, though I was starting to waken.
I completely woke up when she pulled my underwear off, and having tied my wrists, she then spent the next five minutes slowly tying various other parts of me. She didn't seem at all like the girl I thought I knew. She wasn't saying a single word, though by now she knew I was quite awake. She went about looping and knotting in a very nonchalant manner, like the neighbor lady in my childhood used to tie her tomato plants to garden stakes. Some of Sarah's tying seemed pointless or redundant, as if she got some sort of pleasure out of decorating parts of me with ropes and knots.
When finally finished, she rolled back over onto her side of the bed, facing out, starting to fall back asleep without a word. I lay there in the darkness, knowing for the first time how it felt to be tied. I could feel my heart beating, but I'm not sure why.
"Oh great", I thought. "What am I supposed to do now?" She'd used enough clothesline that I must have looked like rope art. Since she hadn't tied me to the bed, I felt reassured that I could make it to the bathroom and back if I needed a midnight pit stop. But in the dark silence, the idea came that this would probably entail some sort of noisy hopping, crawling, rolling, or maybe all of the above plus falling over, which would probably wake up her roommate, Lynne.
At first I felt OK if Lynne discovered me in the hallway like this, since she and I had shared a really sweet, mysterious closeness for a few weeks. But late at night, being fully exposed, I started to worry that maybe I'd misunderstood just exactly how Lynne had felt about my recent drift toward Sarah. Was she harboring a grudge? Had she put Sarah up to this so that she could have her own private fun toying with me? Private? Hell - I thought we'd heard A GUY with her in there behind her closed door.
Fortunately, I'd recently been to the bathroom, so this was not an urgent matter. I desperately wanted to know what was going on in Sarah's mind (if she was even still awake). Something about her silent treatment made me feel that I'd better act just as nonchalantly as her, like: "ho-hum, she does seem to have her funny moods sometimes".
But then again, this might mean I'd be nonchalantly hopping and bouncing around their apartment till Wednesday or Thursday, being spoon-fed and drinking Lynne's coffee through a straw (Sarah drinks tea). I grew really paranoid remembering some sarcastic remarks I'd made to Lynne about her coffee.
I began to quietly struggle against the ropes. Struggle is NOT nonchalant, so I needed to wait until a car drove by to provide some noise, thinking, if she couldn't hear me struggle, then maybe she'd believe I accept whatever she does, whatever her mood, as a sign I really admired her. This might be difficult, as the traffic was thinning out for the night.
Worse yet, I could tell that she was faking her sleep, doing a very light snore which I knew wasn't real, and this was even more bothersome: Why was she faking to be asleep? This was TOO weird, not the Sarah I thought I knew.
Finally, a car rolled by below, and I pulled a bit against the ropes around my wrists. To my surprise, they weren't too tight, and I was fairly sure I could get free. But now I was a bit confused: Sarah is really smart and rarely makes mistakes. Is this what she'd intended? Or, if she discovered I was getting free, might she simply tighten the ropes?
After pondering my limited options for a few moments, I rolled over towards her and asked "Umm, am I supposed to try to get free here, or what?"
"You can do whatever you want" she replied in a monotone suggesting she was half asleep and maybe a little annoyed.
Yeah, right! I could barely move, let alone stand in my naked radiance, and she says I can do what-EVER I want. But after some twisting and pulling, I eventually got my hands free. I'm sure she heard this, but she didn't budge as I spent the next few minutes untying all the other knots. (WHAT was she thinking when she tied THIS one?)
In the end, I was sitting up on the edge of the bed with a lot of loose rope, looking over at Sarah in the dim light, still acting asleep and facing away. My own commotion had pulled the covers partly off her, and I stared at the soft lines of her back tapering down to her waist and hips still warmed by the covers.
I couldn't resist temptation. I took a couple of rope-ends in my teeth, leaned over and grabbed both of her wrists. I don't know any good way to convey the remaining details, but I can tell you the night was very sweet and perhaps the most memorable we ever had. Not surprisingly, rope became a very noticeable part of our relationship, and I'm happy to say it never grew past that: simple cotton clothesline, and none of our friends ever noticed rope-marks.
I never asked her what she had intended, that night she'd rummaged for rope in her kitchen, but as I look back, I'm pretty sure she simply wanted to be tied, and simply couldn't find a better way to let me know.
TiedEyes
Boston
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Adults" section
01 - Sarah Acts Strangely
Story index at the bottom
By TiedEyes
Wednesday, December 17th 2003 - 11:26:43 AM
I love this site! It's one of the few places where people share the innocent fun of being so much under each other's control. I got into tying up girls after getting out of hypnotizing them. The short story is this...
I frequently hypnotized a girl friend in college, but it wasn't part of any love-life between us. We were trying to do psychic research. Eventually she left me, growing much more interested in the boss at her summer job. Although I really missed her friendship, I discovered that other girls seemed interested in me hypnotizing them, apparently as an "innocent" way for me to have complete control over them, with some sort of romantic/erotic curiosity.
I soon discovered that romance-and-hypnosis was kind of dreary. Hypnosis is all about telling someone what to do and think and feel. Can you compare that to being alone with a tied-up girl? The LAST thing you'd think of is telling her what to do or think or feel! (Regardless of your own gender)
It's much more fun to watch her struggle with those issues, in her own cute, quiet way.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. So, I stopped hypnotizing a new friend I'd recently become close with, hoping she and I would develop a "normal" love life, and this led to my first tying experience.
Sarah said she understood about not wanting to do hypnosis, but she sensed that deep inside, both of us wanted something more fun. Then one night, we're lying in bed together, half asleep, and she gets out of bed without saying anything and walks out. I can hear her rummaging through one of her kitchen drawers, but I don't see her when she returns, being on my stomach, facing away.
But after she climbs back under the covers, I suddenly feel her pulling my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists and wrapping them with rope! And she was acting very strange, not saying a single word, maybe thinking I was still asleep, though I was starting to waken.
I completely woke up when she pulled my underwear off, and having tied my wrists, she then spent the next five minutes slowly tying various other parts of me. She didn't seem at all like the girl I thought I knew. She wasn't saying a single word, though by now she knew I was quite awake. She went about looping and knotting in a very nonchalant manner, like the neighbor lady in my childhood used to tie her tomato plants to garden stakes. Some of Sarah's tying seemed pointless or redundant, as if she got some sort of pleasure out of decorating parts of me with ropes and knots.
When finally finished, she rolled back over onto her side of the bed, facing out, starting to fall back asleep without a word. I lay there in the darkness, knowing for the first time how it felt to be tied. I could feel my heart beating, but I'm not sure why.
"Oh great", I thought. "What am I supposed to do now?" She'd used enough clothesline that I must have looked like rope art. Since she hadn't tied me to the bed, I felt reassured that I could make it to the bathroom and back if I needed a midnight pit stop. But in the dark silence, the idea came that this would probably entail some sort of noisy hopping, crawling, rolling, or maybe all of the above plus falling over, which would probably wake up her roommate, Lynne.
At first I felt OK if Lynne discovered me in the hallway like this, since she and I had shared a really sweet, mysterious closeness for a few weeks. But late at night, being fully exposed, I started to worry that maybe I'd misunderstood just exactly how Lynne had felt about my recent drift toward Sarah. Was she harboring a grudge? Had she put Sarah up to this so that she could have her own private fun toying with me? Private? Hell - I thought we'd heard A GUY with her in there behind her closed door.
Fortunately, I'd recently been to the bathroom, so this was not an urgent matter. I desperately wanted to know what was going on in Sarah's mind (if she was even still awake). Something about her silent treatment made me feel that I'd better act just as nonchalantly as her, like: "ho-hum, she does seem to have her funny moods sometimes".
But then again, this might mean I'd be nonchalantly hopping and bouncing around their apartment till Wednesday or Thursday, being spoon-fed and drinking Lynne's coffee through a straw (Sarah drinks tea). I grew really paranoid remembering some sarcastic remarks I'd made to Lynne about her coffee.
I began to quietly struggle against the ropes. Struggle is NOT nonchalant, so I needed to wait until a car drove by to provide some noise, thinking, if she couldn't hear me struggle, then maybe she'd believe I accept whatever she does, whatever her mood, as a sign I really admired her. This might be difficult, as the traffic was thinning out for the night.
Worse yet, I could tell that she was faking her sleep, doing a very light snore which I knew wasn't real, and this was even more bothersome: Why was she faking to be asleep? This was TOO weird, not the Sarah I thought I knew.
Finally, a car rolled by below, and I pulled a bit against the ropes around my wrists. To my surprise, they weren't too tight, and I was fairly sure I could get free. But now I was a bit confused: Sarah is really smart and rarely makes mistakes. Is this what she'd intended? Or, if she discovered I was getting free, might she simply tighten the ropes?
After pondering my limited options for a few moments, I rolled over towards her and asked "Umm, am I supposed to try to get free here, or what?"
"You can do whatever you want" she replied in a monotone suggesting she was half asleep and maybe a little annoyed.
Yeah, right! I could barely move, let alone stand in my naked radiance, and she says I can do what-EVER I want. But after some twisting and pulling, I eventually got my hands free. I'm sure she heard this, but she didn't budge as I spent the next few minutes untying all the other knots. (WHAT was she thinking when she tied THIS one?)
In the end, I was sitting up on the edge of the bed with a lot of loose rope, looking over at Sarah in the dim light, still acting asleep and facing away. My own commotion had pulled the covers partly off her, and I stared at the soft lines of her back tapering down to her waist and hips still warmed by the covers.
I couldn't resist temptation. I took a couple of rope-ends in my teeth, leaned over and grabbed both of her wrists. I don't know any good way to convey the remaining details, but I can tell you the night was very sweet and perhaps the most memorable we ever had. Not surprisingly, rope became a very noticeable part of our relationship, and I'm happy to say it never grew past that: simple cotton clothesline, and none of our friends ever noticed rope-marks.
I never asked her what she had intended, that night she'd rummaged for rope in her kitchen, but as I look back, I'm pretty sure she simply wanted to be tied, and simply couldn't find a better way to let me know.
TiedEyes
Boston
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TiedEyes' stories
- 01 - Sarah Acts Strangely (F/M, M/F)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Adults" section