01 - Beginnings
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By TC
Friday September 22nd 2000 06:51:36
I never thought I would post here. I have enjoyed the many hours of reading everyones experiences. But, I decided to begin to post stories about my life in tying.......
Usually, I like to be the one who is doing the tying (or chaining or handcuffing), but my very first 'real' experience came when I was 12 years old. And I was the one who was tied.
This happened in the late 1970's. My Mother had a choir rehearsal for some college concert, so she asked my our neighbor I could go and play with his son Craig and stay at his house until she returned. It would be most of the day. It was a Saturday and of course there were many football games.
Craig, his Dad and I went into the basement and watched one of the games. But, being young, we got bored. So, Craig took a piece of rope and tied my hands behind my back with it. It was a good tie, and I struggled for awhile with it. But, I was unable to get free.
After about 15 minutes of it, I was told by Craig that he had to go to a quick hockey meeting at the school up the street. So, he told me he would be back in about 30 minutes. He took me by the arm and placed me in a "roundtable" sliding bar. It was empty. It worked on hinges and opened up to reveal a small space big enough for me to sit. He told me that he would come back and untie me, but for now, try to get free. He then closed the cabinet and locked it with a eye hole hinge. Craig's Dad was still watching football. He told his Dad that I was in the bar, and that if I escaped, make sure I was caught and retied. His Dad chuckled and continued to watch his game. Then Craig left.
I tried to free my wrists again, but to no avail, they were tied tight. I decided that I needed to try to escape. I couldn't swing my hands under my legs because there was not enough room in the space. But, as I struggled, I hit the bar door a little and the hinge became unlocked. I pushed the cabinet open and crawled out of the bar. I was free. After another minute of struggling, I still couldn't free my wrists. So, I walked in front of Craig's Dad and asked him to untie me. But, I walked in front of him just has a big scoring play occurred and he yelled at me to move. But, he was mad because I was in front of the TV. I told him politely that his son tied my hands and that I wished to be untied. He then pointed me to the next room, and there should be some scissors or knife.
I managed to open the door to the storage area of the basement, but I did not see anything to free my hands with. With a heavy sigh, Craig's Dad came into the room. He took me by the arm and sat me down by one of the poles supporting the basement. As I waited for him to free me, he took my hands and managed to untie them. But before I could move, he took a roll of duct tape, grabbed my hands and wrapped them up tight. I counted at least 6 turns. My arms were now bound behind the pole. It only took a few seconds. Then, he took the tape, broke off a piece and placed it over my mouth. Before I could use my tongue to push it out, he began wrapping my mouth with the tape, around my head and the pole. Before long, he had another six pulls on the tape. I was effectively gagged. I squeeled a little as he took my legs, crossed my ankles and wrapped them from ankle to knees. To make sure I was staying in one place, he wrapped even more tape around my wrists again and then around my back and around the pole, pinning my hands to the pole.
I started to struggle a little bit. He then took the roll of tape, and wrapped from my upper arms down past my elbows pinning my upper body to the pole. He looked at me and smiled, telling me that now he could watch his game and I wouldn't be in any trouble until Craig came home. He grabbed the piece of rope that was originally on my hands, tied my ankles with it and then pulled my bound legs to the side and tied them to the pole.
I was completely powerless and helpless. He thankfully left on the light, but he shut the door and locked it with a sliding bolt. I was locked in. I tried first to free my hands. They were crossed behind me, but he had used too much tape and I couldn't find where the tape began. The gag effectively locked my head in one place, so I couldn't even look behind me. My upper arms were well secured, and the tape was very sticky, so when I tried to rise up a bit, the tape on my arms and my wrists held me perfectly still. I remember swiviling my ankles back and forth. When he first taped my legs, I thought I would have some room to free them because my legs are very strong. But he used too much tape and when he used the rope, he tied them with a know and then pulled them back. My leg muscles filled the gaps, so my legs were completely immoblized.
Directly across from me, was a mirror on an old closet door. And I enjoyed the view of myself that I had. The tape made my cheeks puff out. I saw my bound legs, covered heel to knee in tape and the tape that wrapped me to the pole. It is one of the best memories I ever had. I tried to use brute strength to give me room, but the tape and rope held and with the gag, I soon became winded. I could feel the sweat beginning to form up on my chest and forehead. But, once again, it didn't help. I soon became quite still, occasionally checking my wrist tape, hoping that it would loosen.
After some time (more than the 30 minutes that Craig said he would be gone), Craig came home. I heard his father say that I managed to escape and he had retied me in the storage room. Both of them came in and I saw pleasure in Craig's Dad that I was unable to get loose. I remember Craig saying "Coooool" in the way I was tied. Both of them set to work freeing me from the pole. It took some time, and no holes in my shirt from the tape being pulled off. But I remembered smiling at them and thanking them for freeing me. Craig asked me how it felt to be tied so long, and I told him I was a little sore, but that it was fun and I hoped we could do it again.
When my Mom came, all we told her was that we were playing "houdini" and that I had a great day. Let me know what you think! TCW
TC
TCW00000@compuserve.com
Thursday September 28th 2000 12:33:25
Male or Female
To dispell the myth, I am a dude, not a dudette. My story was when I was around 12 years old. My favorite thing to do is to "do the tying" on the ladies, but this first experience of being very well bound was the realization point of my life. When I was younger, I had other experiences of being bound, but most of my stories will be of me tying other girls/ladies/women/opposite sex. But, I have great respect for those ladies who wish to see men be tied up. If you feel as great as I feel when I see bound and gagged women, then we have much in common. So, I salute you! TC
TC
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TC's stories
- 01 - Beginnings (mM/m)
- 02 - Robin (m/f)
- 03 - Cathy (m/f)
- 04 - Friendly Enemy Challenge (m/m)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section