01 - Wrestling with Sherry
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By Ash
I've been reading this page for a while now, and I think it's about time I contributed something. I've a number of stories to choose from, but perhaps the most applicable (considering the current emphasis on babysitters) happened when I was about 12. My mum and dad went out a lot when I was young, and for their own reasons they employed a string of babysitters over the years. They never really settled on a single choice. One of the last babysitters I ever had was this really beautiful 16 or 17 year old named Sherry. When I say beautiful I mean in a real "street wise" kind of way. She almost always wore leather jackets and jeans, and her hair was always cut short, but even underneath all that she had an unbelievable sexy allure. Even at 12 years of age I was attracted to her - so I took no end of enjoyment when we used to clown around and play fight. Quite often our play fights would turn into mock wrestling matches. And being the skinny, gawky kid I was, she would always end up straddling me, with her weight pinning my arms to the floor.
One night I told her it wasn't fair that she always won. After all, she was bigger and older than me. She laughed at me and said even with one arm she could whip my ass. And then, without thinking, I said: "What about none?". I swear, straight away, this gleam came into Sherry's eyes, and she told me to get something to tie her up with.
I jumped up and ran into my bedroom - already excited. I had recently discovered that the sight of a bound woman was truly alluring for me, so I wasn't about to let an opportunity like this pass up. I grabbed two bathrobe belts and rushed back out to Sherry. She turned around and I preceeded to tie her hands at the small of her back, but not too tightly, since I didn't want this game to end just because I was too eager. When I was finished, Sherry twisted a bit and then told me I better tie them tighter if I didn't want her to get loose. So I did as she asked. After my second attempt she seemed satisfied, and with a laugh she told me it was clobbering time. Our little wrestling match began . . . but this time things were slightly in my favour.
After a couple of minutes of laughing, struggling and heavy breathing, I finally managed to pin Sherry down. Now I was sitting astride HER and we were both laughing uncontrollably. I told her, between giggles, that she deserved some kind of punishment for losing. She agreed, so I removed the second bathrobe belt from the pocket of my shorts and began binding her ankles tightly together over the cuffs of her jeans. Sherry struggled good naturedly, but in the end submitted to the binding.
"So now what?" she said when I was finished and she had managed to pull herself into a sitting position. I could see she was experimenting with her bonds, but she didn't seem to be getting very far. Nonetheless, I wasn't quite content yet.
"I don't think you should be allowed to talk for starters," I said as I charged off to my parent's bedroom.
I heard her call out things like: no way, you're not going to gag me ... are you? as I rummaged though my parent's drawers. When I came back I held two of my dad's handkerchiefs and two of my mum's thick winter scarves.
I sat down behind Sherry and amid her increasingly loud (but somehow unforceful) protests, I gagged her. I balled up the two handkerchiefs and stuffed them into Sherry's mouth - instantly silencing her. Then, before she could force them out with her tongue, I pulled one scarf in between her lips, effectively cleave gagging her. While she was busy working on the constricting gag and trying to communicate muffled mmmmphhss to me, I proceeded to blindfolded her with the other scarf. My part in proceedings done, I sat back and watched Sherry struggle against her bonds. I'm happy to say she didn't get very far (that wasn't my first experience in binding a member of the opposite sex), as about the only thing she did effectively was grunt and groan and mmmpph her way though about 20 captive minutes. When I eventually did untie her, she didn't seem at all upset. We just packed everything up, and pretty soon, Sherry told me I had better get to bed. There were no promises of revenge (although it did occur) - everything just returned to normal. and that's it. I hope that wasn't too long, and that's the kind of experience everybody wants to hear about. Please let me know one way or the other.
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Ash's stories
- 01 - Wrestling with Sherry (m/f)
- 02 - Tying Up Sherry Again (m/f)
- 03 - Tying Cousins (m/ff)
- 04 - Sherry's Revenge (f/m)
- 05 - Lynn's Fantasy (m/f)
- 06 - Party Games (mm/f)
Stories retrieved from Stories of Tie-Up Games