Ash : 02 - Tying Up Sherry Again (m/f)
Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 2:28 am
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02 - Tying Up Sherry Again
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By Ash
The second to last time Sherry ever came to babysit me (my mum and dad finally found out she often had her boyfriend come round without their permission), we found ourselves talking about our earlier experiences tying each other up. It was still kind of early on a hot summer's night, and Sherry was wearing cut off jeans and a T-shirt instead of her usual leather jacket and proper jeans. I'd never gotten a good look at her legs before, and I'd spent most of the first half of the evening wondering how they would look if they were all tied up.
As if finally wising up to what I was thinking, Sherry abruptly asked: "So where did you learn to tie a girl up so well?"
I kind of just shrugged and mumbled something about TV, because I was too embarrased to admit I'd had practice tying my cousins in various positions. But Sherry kept at me, saying there was no way I could know the stuff I did by just watching TV.
Eventually, I caved in a big way and gave her a few sketchy details about my cousins. Still she wasn't satisfied and asked how I had tied them up, and, knowing I was never going to hear the end of it, I told her. Then Sherry said: "You know, that sounds like fun. Do you want to tie me like that?"
I could barely believe my ears! Here was this ultra gorgeous (to me at least) 16 or 17 year old asking me to tie her up. I blurted out something stupid like "Yeeeeahhhh!!", and she told me to get "the stuff". I didn't need to be told twice.
Pretty soon I had assembled a large range of bathrobe cords, scarves, handkerchiefs, and even some adhesive tape I had chanced upon since our last encounter. Sherry sat down in a chair and suggested I tie her in that. But I quickly rushed outside and grabbed one of those director-type folding chairs because it had arm rests that could be put to good use. I pointed this out to Sherry and she agreed wholeheartedly.
She sat down in it and placed her arms along the aforementioned rests. Not wasting any time, I quickly began to tie her wrists with the bathrobe cords. Pretty soon I had tied both of Sherry's limbs tightly to the arm rests - and determined not to let my babysitter escape, I then bound each of her bare ankles to the front legs of the chair. That exhausted my supply of bathrobe cords, and so with a quick smile at my prisoner, I went off looking for some kind of bond that was longer than an ordinary scarf. I found that bond in the form of a coil of orange rope dad kept in the garage.
When I returned to Sherry (after about 5 minutes) I found that she was thrashing about in the chair, madly trying to get free. As I watched she got a hand free, but I was faster. I grabbed her arm and set about binding it even more tightly than before.
When I was done I could see the way the cord was diggin into her skin. I apologized and went to untie it, but Sherry said: "Better leave it, or I might get out". I then retied her other hand, just to be sure.
That done, I used the long length of rope I had picked up by winding it round and round Sherry's torso and the back of the chair. Bu the time I was done, Sherry looked more like a mummy than anything else - the rope must have been a hundred feet long. Content now, that my prisoner was secure, I blindfolded her at my own pace with one of the thick scarves. "At my own pace" meant I taunted Sherry the whole while, telling her that I was going to leave her like this for the rest of the night, and how she would be my prisoner forever (I wished!).
Then it was time for the gag. I balled up two white handkerchiefs and pushed them into her mouth, making sure that her mouth was snugly filled. I then ripped off three pieces of the adhesive tape and put them across Sherry's mouth and lower face in a semi-star formation. She mmpphed madly once I had done this, and something told me that her gagged sounds were too loud. So I set about folding up the thickest scarf left and then tied that around her mouth. It covered her mouth form the base of her nose all the way to the point of her chin. She looked fantastic - and she could barely utter an audible sound. She was definitely my greatest ever tied up creation!
For the next half an hour I just sat and watched my bound, gagged and blinfolded babysitter struggle against her bondage. It was a a truly amazing sight, but one, unfortuantely, that I was never to repeat. As I said my parents fired Sherry soon after, and we never got to "play" one of our games again.
It's now obvious to me, years later, that Sherry was definitely into bondage, and I often wonder what it would have been like to be her boyfriend and be able to tie and gag her whenever I felt the urge. Bondage on tap with a girl like that - the stuff that dreams are made of. And that's it. I hope you all enjoyed this story as well.
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Ash's stories
Stories retrieved from Stories of Tie-Up Games
02 - Tying Up Sherry Again
Story index at the bottom
By Ash
The second to last time Sherry ever came to babysit me (my mum and dad finally found out she often had her boyfriend come round without their permission), we found ourselves talking about our earlier experiences tying each other up. It was still kind of early on a hot summer's night, and Sherry was wearing cut off jeans and a T-shirt instead of her usual leather jacket and proper jeans. I'd never gotten a good look at her legs before, and I'd spent most of the first half of the evening wondering how they would look if they were all tied up.
As if finally wising up to what I was thinking, Sherry abruptly asked: "So where did you learn to tie a girl up so well?"
I kind of just shrugged and mumbled something about TV, because I was too embarrased to admit I'd had practice tying my cousins in various positions. But Sherry kept at me, saying there was no way I could know the stuff I did by just watching TV.
Eventually, I caved in a big way and gave her a few sketchy details about my cousins. Still she wasn't satisfied and asked how I had tied them up, and, knowing I was never going to hear the end of it, I told her. Then Sherry said: "You know, that sounds like fun. Do you want to tie me like that?"
I could barely believe my ears! Here was this ultra gorgeous (to me at least) 16 or 17 year old asking me to tie her up. I blurted out something stupid like "Yeeeeahhhh!!", and she told me to get "the stuff". I didn't need to be told twice.
Pretty soon I had assembled a large range of bathrobe cords, scarves, handkerchiefs, and even some adhesive tape I had chanced upon since our last encounter. Sherry sat down in a chair and suggested I tie her in that. But I quickly rushed outside and grabbed one of those director-type folding chairs because it had arm rests that could be put to good use. I pointed this out to Sherry and she agreed wholeheartedly.
She sat down in it and placed her arms along the aforementioned rests. Not wasting any time, I quickly began to tie her wrists with the bathrobe cords. Pretty soon I had tied both of Sherry's limbs tightly to the arm rests - and determined not to let my babysitter escape, I then bound each of her bare ankles to the front legs of the chair. That exhausted my supply of bathrobe cords, and so with a quick smile at my prisoner, I went off looking for some kind of bond that was longer than an ordinary scarf. I found that bond in the form of a coil of orange rope dad kept in the garage.
When I returned to Sherry (after about 5 minutes) I found that she was thrashing about in the chair, madly trying to get free. As I watched she got a hand free, but I was faster. I grabbed her arm and set about binding it even more tightly than before.
When I was done I could see the way the cord was diggin into her skin. I apologized and went to untie it, but Sherry said: "Better leave it, or I might get out". I then retied her other hand, just to be sure.
That done, I used the long length of rope I had picked up by winding it round and round Sherry's torso and the back of the chair. Bu the time I was done, Sherry looked more like a mummy than anything else - the rope must have been a hundred feet long. Content now, that my prisoner was secure, I blindfolded her at my own pace with one of the thick scarves. "At my own pace" meant I taunted Sherry the whole while, telling her that I was going to leave her like this for the rest of the night, and how she would be my prisoner forever (I wished!).
Then it was time for the gag. I balled up two white handkerchiefs and pushed them into her mouth, making sure that her mouth was snugly filled. I then ripped off three pieces of the adhesive tape and put them across Sherry's mouth and lower face in a semi-star formation. She mmpphed madly once I had done this, and something told me that her gagged sounds were too loud. So I set about folding up the thickest scarf left and then tied that around her mouth. It covered her mouth form the base of her nose all the way to the point of her chin. She looked fantastic - and she could barely utter an audible sound. She was definitely my greatest ever tied up creation!
For the next half an hour I just sat and watched my bound, gagged and blinfolded babysitter struggle against her bondage. It was a a truly amazing sight, but one, unfortuantely, that I was never to repeat. As I said my parents fired Sherry soon after, and we never got to "play" one of our games again.
It's now obvious to me, years later, that Sherry was definitely into bondage, and I often wonder what it would have been like to be her boyfriend and be able to tie and gag her whenever I felt the urge. Bondage on tap with a girl like that - the stuff that dreams are made of. And that's it. I hope you all enjoyed this story as well.
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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