Dave-bgswitchguy : 01 - Closet Bound (f/m)
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01 - Closet Bound
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By Dave-bgswitchguy
Monday, January 14th 2002 - 08:04:27 PM
Closet Bound
This story took place during the summer after my first year of High School, about 2 months before I turned 15. The story involves my cousin Kate and me. Kate was about 19 and was studying nursing at a local college. She lived in a "suite" in the basement of her parents' house that included her own kitchen and bathroom, as well as a separate entrance. Kate was about 5' 10" tall and fairly "full-figured", but had a pretty face and long, blonde hair. She was in decent physical shape and rather agile for someone her size, and was quite strong for a woman. For the past year or so Kate had been working part time as an aid in a mental hospital, and that summer she was working full time at the hospital. In addition, Kate, who was like a big sister to me and often served as my babysitter when I was a child.
Like others, I played many tie-up games as a child. I enjoyed being tied up as well as tying up other people. These games often included Kate and her younger sister Claire and/or some of my other friends and cousins. Claire was about 3 years younger than Kate and a little over a year older than I. The friends and other cousins that I played with were either about my age or, in most cases, younger. Kate was the oldest of the participants, and like me, really seemed to enjoy playing the games, especially when she got to do the tying. Moreover, she did not seem to lose interest in these games as she got older as most of the others did.
I continued playing tie-up games, with less frequency, as I began High School. Sometimes these games would involve friends or cousins, but increasingly involved Kate as other people, including Claire, lost interest. At the time this story takes place, however, it had been several months since I had played any tie up games or been tied up. In the weeks leading up to this story, I had seen episodes of a few TV shows where people had gotten tied up. One of these was an episode of "Mission Impossible" where the main bad guy's chauffeur ended up bound, gagged and locked in a closet. I had seen this episode several times before, and had always wondered what it would be like to be bound and gagged in a closet. Little did I know when I last watched that episode that I would soon find out first-hand.
On the day the story takes place my parents and Kate's parents went to the wedding of a distant relative. My brother Pat, who was in college, was away doing ROTC training that summer. Claire was at the beach with her friend and the friend's family. Because they would not be home until very late, my parents arranged for me to stay over at Kate's parents' house, where Kate would "watch over" me. After our parents left, Kate ordered a pizza for our dinner, which came soon thereafter.
After we finished eating, we checked the TV schedule. Finding nothing of interest, we pondered what we should do next. Kate said "we could play cards or I could tie you up and see if you can escape." She continued, "I have learned a few new tricks at the hospital that I want to try out. I don't think you will be able to get out when I am finished with you."
I felt excited and challenged. Thinking about my tie-up game experiences, including prior experiences with Kate, I had been able to get out given enough time. The times where I had not freed myself all involved situations where I did not have the time to work myself out of the situation. In addition, after talking to some of my friends about tie-up situations, I was under the impression that you could be tied with ropes for no more than about 30 minutes, and that TV shows and movies that suggested otherwise were a "crock". I was about to learn just how wrong I was.
I responded to her "That's Bull__. You can't keep me tied up. I know I can get out." I continued "Let's get to it right now."
"It will be my pleasure" was her response, and then she then asked "Where should I tie you?"
"How about in a closet? That would make my escape more challenging."
Kate responded "Let's see, I think we could do it in my bedroom closet."
I then asked "How much time will I have?"
"As long as you want" was her response.
"Why don't we make it an hour for starters," I suggested giving myself double the maximum time that I thought I would need.
"Fair enough" she said. "I will ask if you want more time after 1 hour," she continued.
Just before heading downstairs to her bedroom, I asked "Are you going to blindfold or gag me?"
Kate remarked, "Blindfolded? No. Gagged? Yes. I think I will need to keep that big, wise mouth of yours quiet."
I became even more excited as we walked downstairs to the closet.
When we arrived at her bedroom closet, Kate quickly took out a few things and placed them around her room. The closet had sliding doors and was about 6 feet wide and 3 feet deep. The closet went up to the ceiling, but there was a shelf about 2 feet below the ceiling, and about 5 1/2 feet above the floor. Just below the shelf was a bar for hanging clothes that ran the width of the closet.
Kate opened the door at the right side of the closet, and in a commanding voice told me to sit down on the floor of the right side of the closet with my legs facing out the entrance. I did as she directed. She then began to bind my ankles with rope. After about 5 minutes, my ankles were thoroughly and tightly bound. Next, she quickly tied and cinched some rope around my lower legs. She did the same just above my knees. She then said "I want you to kneel where you are now sitting and face the back wall of the closet."
With a little help from Kate I was able to get to my knees and turn and face the back of the closet. Once in the kneeling position she proceeded to bind my upper legs and then my hands. As she carefully and quite thoroughly bound my hands, she said "So you still think you will be able to get out of this?"
"Yes," was my response. She also began to tease me a little bit about how much I enjoyed being tied up, saying "You are really enjoying this aren't you?"
I responded "Yes, I am. And so are you, Kate"
"Not nearly as much as you are my dear," she replied.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably about 5 to 7 minutes, she completed the tie job, finishing it off by tying a rope from my hands down to my ankles.
"There, almost done." Kate said. "It's time now for the gag. I will be right back with a tee shirt," she continued.
I then heard her open a drawer and take something out. She returned to the closet with what appeared to be a large tee shirt. She then uttered that great three-word command "Open your mouth." At this point, I was in a very playful mood, and wanted to have some fun with Kate. I had recently seen an episode of the Rockford Files, where a woman tried to prevent Rockford (James Garner) from gagging her by refusing to open her mouth. I decided to do the same thing to Kate. I refused to open my mouth, and Kate was unable to place the tee shirt in my mouth, where she wanted it.
She again commanded, this time in an annoyed tone, "Open your mouth." I again refused to oblige and kept my mouth closed. Again she was unable to place the tee shirt in my mouth. Suddenly, with one hand she grabbed my forehead and pulled it violently backward. The sudden and surprising force caused my mouth to open and she quickly stuffed a portion of the tee shirt in my mouth. She then quickly pulled very tightly on both ends of the tee shirt with her strong hands, forcing the tee shirt deeper into my mouth. Next, she tied the ends of the tee shirt very tightly around the back of my head several times, creating an amazingly thick and tight cleave gag with the tee shirt.
Lastly, with one motion she managed to pull me from my kneeling position into a sitting position and placed my legs into the closet. She positioned me so that I was seated with my back to the right-side wall of the closet and my bound legs were lying across the width of the closet along the floor. My hands were tied behind my back and a piece of rope ran down behind my back, under my behind and through my legs to my bound ankles. Kate said "Let's see you get out of that," as she closed the sliding door to the closet.
Initially, I was surprised at how tightly she had tied me. Neither she nor anyone else had ever tied me like this before. And the gag was packed firmly in my mouth, and tied tightly around my head. I was extremely happy with my bonds and gag, as I squirmed and struggled just a little bit.
After about 10 minutes of lightly struggling, I was just as securely tied as ever. In fact, if anything, the knots seemed to get a little tighter as I struggled against them. At about that time Kate returned to her bedroom and opened the closet door.
"How are we doing? Can you get free?" She asked.
I tried in vain to speak, but all that came out of my tightly gagged mouth was a barely audible "mmmph". I then just shook my head "No."
"Good!" she responded. As she closed the door, she said she would be back later. Thereafter, I began to struggle more earnestly, believing that sooner or later I would be able to get free. However, the more I struggled, the more I began to realize that I might not get out of this tie. It seemed that as I worked to loosen one knot other knots would remain as tight as ever. Worse, the harder I worked against some of the knots the tighter they seemed to get. As these knots tightened against my wrists, the tie became more and more painful. I had better luck with the gag. Eventually, after probably about 35 to 40 minutes, I managed to loosen the gag to a point where I was able to spit it out of my mouth. Realizing that there would be no way out of my bonds, I began calling out Kate's name and saying that she had won.
After a few minutes Kate opened the closet door and said "Give up?"
"Yes, these ropes are killing me," I replied.
Kate grinned and stated triumphantly, "I could keep you tied up for hours or maybe even days like this."
I didn't doubt that she could have. Taking a closer look at her handiwork, she said "Wow you really must have struggled hard. The knots are so messed up. I am going to have to cut you out", she continued.
She then took a small knife and quickly cut through the ropes. A few seconds later I was free. It felt great to be free. I felt a little stiff, and hand some rope burns on my wrists, but was all right otherwise. She told me that it would have taken much too long to try to untie the knots. She was afraid my circulation might be cut off. She also said she never expected me to struggle as much as I did. I thanked Kate for a great experience, and asked her where she learned to tie knots like that. She told me that part of her job at the hospital was to restrain patients with ropes, and that a female friend at work had shown her all these great ways to tie people up.
I hope you enjoyed this story. I have a number of other stories involving Kate and some of my other cousins. If you want to read some of them please let me know.
Dave
bgswitchguy@hotmail.com
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Dave-bgswitchguy's stories
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - Closet Bound
Story index at the bottom
By Dave-bgswitchguy
Monday, January 14th 2002 - 08:04:27 PM
Closet Bound
This story took place during the summer after my first year of High School, about 2 months before I turned 15. The story involves my cousin Kate and me. Kate was about 19 and was studying nursing at a local college. She lived in a "suite" in the basement of her parents' house that included her own kitchen and bathroom, as well as a separate entrance. Kate was about 5' 10" tall and fairly "full-figured", but had a pretty face and long, blonde hair. She was in decent physical shape and rather agile for someone her size, and was quite strong for a woman. For the past year or so Kate had been working part time as an aid in a mental hospital, and that summer she was working full time at the hospital. In addition, Kate, who was like a big sister to me and often served as my babysitter when I was a child.
Like others, I played many tie-up games as a child. I enjoyed being tied up as well as tying up other people. These games often included Kate and her younger sister Claire and/or some of my other friends and cousins. Claire was about 3 years younger than Kate and a little over a year older than I. The friends and other cousins that I played with were either about my age or, in most cases, younger. Kate was the oldest of the participants, and like me, really seemed to enjoy playing the games, especially when she got to do the tying. Moreover, she did not seem to lose interest in these games as she got older as most of the others did.
I continued playing tie-up games, with less frequency, as I began High School. Sometimes these games would involve friends or cousins, but increasingly involved Kate as other people, including Claire, lost interest. At the time this story takes place, however, it had been several months since I had played any tie up games or been tied up. In the weeks leading up to this story, I had seen episodes of a few TV shows where people had gotten tied up. One of these was an episode of "Mission Impossible" where the main bad guy's chauffeur ended up bound, gagged and locked in a closet. I had seen this episode several times before, and had always wondered what it would be like to be bound and gagged in a closet. Little did I know when I last watched that episode that I would soon find out first-hand.
On the day the story takes place my parents and Kate's parents went to the wedding of a distant relative. My brother Pat, who was in college, was away doing ROTC training that summer. Claire was at the beach with her friend and the friend's family. Because they would not be home until very late, my parents arranged for me to stay over at Kate's parents' house, where Kate would "watch over" me. After our parents left, Kate ordered a pizza for our dinner, which came soon thereafter.
After we finished eating, we checked the TV schedule. Finding nothing of interest, we pondered what we should do next. Kate said "we could play cards or I could tie you up and see if you can escape." She continued, "I have learned a few new tricks at the hospital that I want to try out. I don't think you will be able to get out when I am finished with you."
I felt excited and challenged. Thinking about my tie-up game experiences, including prior experiences with Kate, I had been able to get out given enough time. The times where I had not freed myself all involved situations where I did not have the time to work myself out of the situation. In addition, after talking to some of my friends about tie-up situations, I was under the impression that you could be tied with ropes for no more than about 30 minutes, and that TV shows and movies that suggested otherwise were a "crock". I was about to learn just how wrong I was.
I responded to her "That's Bull__. You can't keep me tied up. I know I can get out." I continued "Let's get to it right now."
"It will be my pleasure" was her response, and then she then asked "Where should I tie you?"
"How about in a closet? That would make my escape more challenging."
Kate responded "Let's see, I think we could do it in my bedroom closet."
I then asked "How much time will I have?"
"As long as you want" was her response.
"Why don't we make it an hour for starters," I suggested giving myself double the maximum time that I thought I would need.
"Fair enough" she said. "I will ask if you want more time after 1 hour," she continued.
Just before heading downstairs to her bedroom, I asked "Are you going to blindfold or gag me?"
Kate remarked, "Blindfolded? No. Gagged? Yes. I think I will need to keep that big, wise mouth of yours quiet."
I became even more excited as we walked downstairs to the closet.
When we arrived at her bedroom closet, Kate quickly took out a few things and placed them around her room. The closet had sliding doors and was about 6 feet wide and 3 feet deep. The closet went up to the ceiling, but there was a shelf about 2 feet below the ceiling, and about 5 1/2 feet above the floor. Just below the shelf was a bar for hanging clothes that ran the width of the closet.
Kate opened the door at the right side of the closet, and in a commanding voice told me to sit down on the floor of the right side of the closet with my legs facing out the entrance. I did as she directed. She then began to bind my ankles with rope. After about 5 minutes, my ankles were thoroughly and tightly bound. Next, she quickly tied and cinched some rope around my lower legs. She did the same just above my knees. She then said "I want you to kneel where you are now sitting and face the back wall of the closet."
With a little help from Kate I was able to get to my knees and turn and face the back of the closet. Once in the kneeling position she proceeded to bind my upper legs and then my hands. As she carefully and quite thoroughly bound my hands, she said "So you still think you will be able to get out of this?"
"Yes," was my response. She also began to tease me a little bit about how much I enjoyed being tied up, saying "You are really enjoying this aren't you?"
I responded "Yes, I am. And so are you, Kate"
"Not nearly as much as you are my dear," she replied.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably about 5 to 7 minutes, she completed the tie job, finishing it off by tying a rope from my hands down to my ankles.
"There, almost done." Kate said. "It's time now for the gag. I will be right back with a tee shirt," she continued.
I then heard her open a drawer and take something out. She returned to the closet with what appeared to be a large tee shirt. She then uttered that great three-word command "Open your mouth." At this point, I was in a very playful mood, and wanted to have some fun with Kate. I had recently seen an episode of the Rockford Files, where a woman tried to prevent Rockford (James Garner) from gagging her by refusing to open her mouth. I decided to do the same thing to Kate. I refused to open my mouth, and Kate was unable to place the tee shirt in my mouth, where she wanted it.
She again commanded, this time in an annoyed tone, "Open your mouth." I again refused to oblige and kept my mouth closed. Again she was unable to place the tee shirt in my mouth. Suddenly, with one hand she grabbed my forehead and pulled it violently backward. The sudden and surprising force caused my mouth to open and she quickly stuffed a portion of the tee shirt in my mouth. She then quickly pulled very tightly on both ends of the tee shirt with her strong hands, forcing the tee shirt deeper into my mouth. Next, she tied the ends of the tee shirt very tightly around the back of my head several times, creating an amazingly thick and tight cleave gag with the tee shirt.
Lastly, with one motion she managed to pull me from my kneeling position into a sitting position and placed my legs into the closet. She positioned me so that I was seated with my back to the right-side wall of the closet and my bound legs were lying across the width of the closet along the floor. My hands were tied behind my back and a piece of rope ran down behind my back, under my behind and through my legs to my bound ankles. Kate said "Let's see you get out of that," as she closed the sliding door to the closet.
Initially, I was surprised at how tightly she had tied me. Neither she nor anyone else had ever tied me like this before. And the gag was packed firmly in my mouth, and tied tightly around my head. I was extremely happy with my bonds and gag, as I squirmed and struggled just a little bit.
After about 10 minutes of lightly struggling, I was just as securely tied as ever. In fact, if anything, the knots seemed to get a little tighter as I struggled against them. At about that time Kate returned to her bedroom and opened the closet door.
"How are we doing? Can you get free?" She asked.
I tried in vain to speak, but all that came out of my tightly gagged mouth was a barely audible "mmmph". I then just shook my head "No."
"Good!" she responded. As she closed the door, she said she would be back later. Thereafter, I began to struggle more earnestly, believing that sooner or later I would be able to get free. However, the more I struggled, the more I began to realize that I might not get out of this tie. It seemed that as I worked to loosen one knot other knots would remain as tight as ever. Worse, the harder I worked against some of the knots the tighter they seemed to get. As these knots tightened against my wrists, the tie became more and more painful. I had better luck with the gag. Eventually, after probably about 35 to 40 minutes, I managed to loosen the gag to a point where I was able to spit it out of my mouth. Realizing that there would be no way out of my bonds, I began calling out Kate's name and saying that she had won.
After a few minutes Kate opened the closet door and said "Give up?"
"Yes, these ropes are killing me," I replied.
Kate grinned and stated triumphantly, "I could keep you tied up for hours or maybe even days like this."
I didn't doubt that she could have. Taking a closer look at her handiwork, she said "Wow you really must have struggled hard. The knots are so messed up. I am going to have to cut you out", she continued.
She then took a small knife and quickly cut through the ropes. A few seconds later I was free. It felt great to be free. I felt a little stiff, and hand some rope burns on my wrists, but was all right otherwise. She told me that it would have taken much too long to try to untie the knots. She was afraid my circulation might be cut off. She also said she never expected me to struggle as much as I did. I thanked Kate for a great experience, and asked her where she learned to tie knots like that. She told me that part of her job at the hospital was to restrain patients with ropes, and that a female friend at work had shown her all these great ways to tie people up.
I hope you enjoyed this story. I have a number of other stories involving Kate and some of my other cousins. If you want to read some of them please let me know.
Dave
bgswitchguy@hotmail.com
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Dave-bgswitchguy's stories
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section