Robert : 01 - Cindy (m/f)
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01 - Cindy
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By Robert
Saturday, February 2nd 2002 - 10:13:23 AM
Cindy
Hello all. Haven't been around for awhile. I agree with the poster who said the board needs a little "balance." How about a story involving the tying up of some girls?
Now, when I first discovered this board, it revolved around memories of childhood tie up games. That is what this story is about, a childhood experience. That's been awhile ago. Please excuse me if the description seems a bit muddled. I will do my best.
Growing up, I had a good friend who was a year younger than I was. I'll call her Cindy because (and this is embarrassing) I don't actually recall her name. I can see her face clearly and remember how the two of us were very close. Yes, it has been that long.
At the time of the story I am going to relate, I was 9 or 10 and Cindy a year or so younger. I do recall that Cindy was what we would have called a "tomboy." She liked running and romping and didn't mind getting dirty or scraping knees and elbows. And strong, she could best some of the meanest boys in our neighborhood. So no one messed with her. I can say, though, with all honesty, that she and I never got into it (except for a few terse words now and then) in all the years I knew her. As I said, we were very close friends and trusted one another a great deal. Something else I will say for Cindy, too, is that she was a cute little girl, one with a very engaging personality (if you didn't make her mad) and a definite sense of humor. Her smile was infectious and her giggle equally so. We lived in a warm climate and I can rarely recall Cindy wearing anything but shorts, a t shirt, socks and tennies. I think some of the reason a few of the boys teased her and drew her ire is because, for a little girl, she was a "looker." You know how boys that age can be.
I had dabbled in tie up games before, but until the day this event took place, I don't think any of them involved Cindy. She had been around when some of the games took place but didn't join in. She didn't seemed to object to them either, so one warm Saturday morning, I guess I decided to test the proverbial water. I stashed a length of cloth and some clothesline in what, today, would be called a small backpack, and set out of my bike, doing my morning tour of the neighborhood. Ah, for the freedom of those days!! Never knew how good I had it! I stopped in a local park and waited, knowing Cindy would come by eventually. The place was, oddly enough for a Saturday morning, deserted. Shortly after I arrived, I spotted Cindy, her long, bare legs flashing in the early morning light, as she pedalled towards me. Her face lit up with that infectious grin when she saw me, and she slid to a stop not five feet away.
"Hey!" she beamed with that drawl I remember so well. I think Cindy was from South Carolina, originally. I smiled back but when I attempted to respond, the words got "stuck" in my throat. We both laughed.
"Let's go to the creek," she suggested, hopping off her bike.
It was our usual motus operandi; we'd hunt for frogs and snakes. Cindy was a tomboy in the most traditional sense. She strode towards me, dressed in a white t-shirt with some kind of animal logo on it ( I don't actually remember), some red short shorts that I remember looking new and what looked like some new tennies. I was only 10, but I remember my heart begin to beat rapidly, as I pondered my "plan." I agreed, climbing off my own bike. We headed off. I was careful to bring along my backpack. Cindy never questioned why I brought it.
We splashed about in the cool water of the creek for a bit, finding a few newts and coming upon a good sized frog. I remember that she liked frogs.
Then, when I thought the time was right, I slipped away, back to where I had stashed my bag on the creek bank, carefully, but quickly removing the length of cloth, and shaped it into a blindfold. Cindy squatted on a large rock in the center of the creek, her back to me. I crept back, nearly slipping and falling a few times, as I recall, on the slippery rocks. A giraffe on roller skates would have had more grace. My heart thumped mightily by then and I feared she might hear me, yet I was able to creep right up behind her without being given away. Just as I arrived, she stood up, brushing something off her legs, but still facing away from me. I quickly slipped the blindfold over her eyes and tied it into place. I recall a barely audible gasp as her eyes were covered.
"Guess who!" I croaked. Cindy giggled.
"Hey" she said. "I can't see!"
I finished double knotting the blindfold and made sure it fit snuggly in place. Cindy offered no resistance, but her face wore a puzzled expression.
"What are you doin'?" she drawled, then broke into that big grin I knew her so well for.
"Cmon," I said to her gently, and began to lead her back to the creek bank, where my stash of clothesline waited.
She cooperated, not once attempting to peel the blindfold off. We both laughed and giggled as she and I both did some slipping on the moss covered rocks, but we finally arrived on the bank. I released Cindy and she stood, compliantly, at my side, tugging idly at the leggings of her shorts, that puzzled expression still on her face, along with a faint smile. I stooped down, pulled the line out of my bag, then gently took hold of her hands, crossing them behind her back and began winding the clothesline around her wrists. Cindy giggled when she realized what I was doing and offered no resistance.
"What ARE you doing?" she asked again, her drawl quite pronounced.
She had broken into a wide grin by that time. I think she knew quite well what was happening. I continued to wrap the lines around wrists, securely binding her hands behind her back.
"I'm kidnapping you," I finally said.
Cindy was silent for a moment, then giggled again, "Okay!" she said, " I guess!"
I finished binding her hands, then stepped back to have a look. She stood quietly, blindfolded, hands securely tied behind her back, smiling slightly, her bare legs set apart. My heart was really thumping by then. Well, I had done it. Now what was I going to do with my captive? I imagined that as she stood blind, with her hands bound behind her, she wondered too.
TO BE CONTINUED
Robert
USA
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Saturday, February 2nd 2002 - 08:33:02 PM
Cindy (continued)
I had always heard that I needed to be careful what I wished for because I might wind up getting it. Well, that is what I would say nowadays...
So there we stood, on the banks of the creek, with Cindy securely bound and blindfolded and me unsure of what to do next. My "plan" had not considered what would happen after I had tied up and blindfolded my captive, only the thrill of what it would be like to do that. I had never dreamed it would be so easy. Cute little Cindy had not offered the least resistance.
We both just stood there for what seemed like a few minutes, me admiring my handiwork, Cindy just standing there quietly, smiling a bit, but saying nothing. What next? Did I just untie her and let her go? Something told me I just didn't want to do that,yet.
I circled around behind my captive and check on her bonds to be sure she was tied securely, then checked out her blindfold. She giggled a bit, but said nothing.
"Are you okay?" I finally asked her.
"Uh huh," she said, cheerily enough. I had begun to think Cindy was having more fun than I was. I remember wondering if she had ever had someone tie her up before.
"The rope doesn't hurt?"
She shook her head slightly, then tilted her head back slightly, wrinkling her nose as though she were squinting at something. "I can see a little bit," she said.
I acted quickly to adjust her blindfold, undid the double knots and tied them again.
"That's better," she said. A willing captive? My heart that had stopped beating so fast began pounding again. Even to my ten year old, pre-adolescent mind, she was awful cute, tied up and blindfolded like that.
I finally took her gently by one arm and began to lead her up, away from the creek. She again offered no resistance, coming with me quite readily. I recall stopping at one point to bend down in front of her and make certain her shoe laces were tied. She giggled again when she realized what I was doing.
"Where we goin'?"
"I'm taking you to my hideout," I responded, pausing to steal a glance at her shapely legs. As she was blindfolded, I knew she would never know I had.
"Okay," she responded. I guess it made sense to her. What didn't make sense to me was that she had not yet made the first attempt to resist or attempt to free herself. As I said a moment ago, she had even assisted me in making sure she was securely blindfolded and could see nothing. I guess I just wasn't old enough, then, to realize that she was probably enjoying the novelty of being tied and blindfolded and at my mercy and probably didn't want to get free.
I led her about the park, stopping a few times. It was then that I had my captive cross her legs and take a seat on the ground. I had to assist her since her hands were bound. We would sit and talk for awhile, then get up and resume our wanderings. Not once did she complain or try to free herself. What was bizarre, that morning, was that I don't recall any other kids showing up at the park all that morning. We pretty well had the place to ourselves, my captive and I. The place was usually crawling with kids by mid morning. Not that day.
I kept her captive almost the entire morning, at one point, leading her around by giving voice directions, with her following the sound of my voice. I recall she actually seemed to enjoy that. If I remember right, I think she only stumbled once and I was quick to catch her, something she also seemed to enjoy. So did I, I remember. The most hilarious point in the whole affair is when I led her to a drinking fountain and assisted her in getting a drink of water. Ever watched someone drink from a fountain while they were blindfolded and had their hands tied behind their back? She splattered water all over her more than once. We both laughed each time. Like I said, Cindy always did have a good sense of humor.
I think we both enjoyed ourselves a great deal that morning. I finally released her around midday, as she needed to go home for lunch. She blinked at the bright sunlight at first, as she had been blindfolded for a long time, then beamed that infectious grin at me, before climbing on her bike and heading home.
For several seconds, I just stood and watched her ride away. Can't be sure, but I think maybe I felt the first pangs of puppy love that day.
Cindy and I remained good friends until she and her Mother moved away when she was in her early teens. Yes, we did the kidnap thing a few more times, the last time when she was about 12, I think, but it never held the intense fascination that it did that first time. Funny, she always insisted on being the kidnap victim. One time, if I recall correctly, she even brought the blindfold for the occasion.
Ah for the carefree days of childhood. Kids just don't know what they'll be missing when they grow up...
Robert
USA
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Sunday, February 3rd 2002 - 04:10:40 PM
More on "Cindy?"
The other times? well, that will take some doing. Let me ponder for a bit...
It has been a LOT of years, more than I want to admit to. That first time was like many other first times...you always remember it best.
It took a long time and a bunch of calculating and planning to drive up my courage enough to "kidnap" Cindy the first time. It wasn't just a thing I did on impulse. But as I found out then and later, she seemed to enjoy being held captive as I enjoyed being her captor.
It was never a sexual thing, even when she grew into adolescence, but merely a childhood game.
I will see if I can recall the specifics of at least one other time. Give me a bit...
Robert
USA
__________________________________________________________________________
Robert's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - Cindy
Story index at the bottom
By Robert
Saturday, February 2nd 2002 - 10:13:23 AM
Cindy
Hello all. Haven't been around for awhile. I agree with the poster who said the board needs a little "balance." How about a story involving the tying up of some girls?
Now, when I first discovered this board, it revolved around memories of childhood tie up games. That is what this story is about, a childhood experience. That's been awhile ago. Please excuse me if the description seems a bit muddled. I will do my best.
Growing up, I had a good friend who was a year younger than I was. I'll call her Cindy because (and this is embarrassing) I don't actually recall her name. I can see her face clearly and remember how the two of us were very close. Yes, it has been that long.
At the time of the story I am going to relate, I was 9 or 10 and Cindy a year or so younger. I do recall that Cindy was what we would have called a "tomboy." She liked running and romping and didn't mind getting dirty or scraping knees and elbows. And strong, she could best some of the meanest boys in our neighborhood. So no one messed with her. I can say, though, with all honesty, that she and I never got into it (except for a few terse words now and then) in all the years I knew her. As I said, we were very close friends and trusted one another a great deal. Something else I will say for Cindy, too, is that she was a cute little girl, one with a very engaging personality (if you didn't make her mad) and a definite sense of humor. Her smile was infectious and her giggle equally so. We lived in a warm climate and I can rarely recall Cindy wearing anything but shorts, a t shirt, socks and tennies. I think some of the reason a few of the boys teased her and drew her ire is because, for a little girl, she was a "looker." You know how boys that age can be.
I had dabbled in tie up games before, but until the day this event took place, I don't think any of them involved Cindy. She had been around when some of the games took place but didn't join in. She didn't seemed to object to them either, so one warm Saturday morning, I guess I decided to test the proverbial water. I stashed a length of cloth and some clothesline in what, today, would be called a small backpack, and set out of my bike, doing my morning tour of the neighborhood. Ah, for the freedom of those days!! Never knew how good I had it! I stopped in a local park and waited, knowing Cindy would come by eventually. The place was, oddly enough for a Saturday morning, deserted. Shortly after I arrived, I spotted Cindy, her long, bare legs flashing in the early morning light, as she pedalled towards me. Her face lit up with that infectious grin when she saw me, and she slid to a stop not five feet away.
"Hey!" she beamed with that drawl I remember so well. I think Cindy was from South Carolina, originally. I smiled back but when I attempted to respond, the words got "stuck" in my throat. We both laughed.
"Let's go to the creek," she suggested, hopping off her bike.
It was our usual motus operandi; we'd hunt for frogs and snakes. Cindy was a tomboy in the most traditional sense. She strode towards me, dressed in a white t-shirt with some kind of animal logo on it ( I don't actually remember), some red short shorts that I remember looking new and what looked like some new tennies. I was only 10, but I remember my heart begin to beat rapidly, as I pondered my "plan." I agreed, climbing off my own bike. We headed off. I was careful to bring along my backpack. Cindy never questioned why I brought it.
We splashed about in the cool water of the creek for a bit, finding a few newts and coming upon a good sized frog. I remember that she liked frogs.
Then, when I thought the time was right, I slipped away, back to where I had stashed my bag on the creek bank, carefully, but quickly removing the length of cloth, and shaped it into a blindfold. Cindy squatted on a large rock in the center of the creek, her back to me. I crept back, nearly slipping and falling a few times, as I recall, on the slippery rocks. A giraffe on roller skates would have had more grace. My heart thumped mightily by then and I feared she might hear me, yet I was able to creep right up behind her without being given away. Just as I arrived, she stood up, brushing something off her legs, but still facing away from me. I quickly slipped the blindfold over her eyes and tied it into place. I recall a barely audible gasp as her eyes were covered.
"Guess who!" I croaked. Cindy giggled.
"Hey" she said. "I can't see!"
I finished double knotting the blindfold and made sure it fit snuggly in place. Cindy offered no resistance, but her face wore a puzzled expression.
"What are you doin'?" she drawled, then broke into that big grin I knew her so well for.
"Cmon," I said to her gently, and began to lead her back to the creek bank, where my stash of clothesline waited.
She cooperated, not once attempting to peel the blindfold off. We both laughed and giggled as she and I both did some slipping on the moss covered rocks, but we finally arrived on the bank. I released Cindy and she stood, compliantly, at my side, tugging idly at the leggings of her shorts, that puzzled expression still on her face, along with a faint smile. I stooped down, pulled the line out of my bag, then gently took hold of her hands, crossing them behind her back and began winding the clothesline around her wrists. Cindy giggled when she realized what I was doing and offered no resistance.
"What ARE you doing?" she asked again, her drawl quite pronounced.
She had broken into a wide grin by that time. I think she knew quite well what was happening. I continued to wrap the lines around wrists, securely binding her hands behind her back.
"I'm kidnapping you," I finally said.
Cindy was silent for a moment, then giggled again, "Okay!" she said, " I guess!"
I finished binding her hands, then stepped back to have a look. She stood quietly, blindfolded, hands securely tied behind her back, smiling slightly, her bare legs set apart. My heart was really thumping by then. Well, I had done it. Now what was I going to do with my captive? I imagined that as she stood blind, with her hands bound behind her, she wondered too.
TO BE CONTINUED
Robert
USA
----------------------------------------------------
Saturday, February 2nd 2002 - 08:33:02 PM
Cindy (continued)
I had always heard that I needed to be careful what I wished for because I might wind up getting it. Well, that is what I would say nowadays...
So there we stood, on the banks of the creek, with Cindy securely bound and blindfolded and me unsure of what to do next. My "plan" had not considered what would happen after I had tied up and blindfolded my captive, only the thrill of what it would be like to do that. I had never dreamed it would be so easy. Cute little Cindy had not offered the least resistance.
We both just stood there for what seemed like a few minutes, me admiring my handiwork, Cindy just standing there quietly, smiling a bit, but saying nothing. What next? Did I just untie her and let her go? Something told me I just didn't want to do that,yet.
I circled around behind my captive and check on her bonds to be sure she was tied securely, then checked out her blindfold. She giggled a bit, but said nothing.
"Are you okay?" I finally asked her.
"Uh huh," she said, cheerily enough. I had begun to think Cindy was having more fun than I was. I remember wondering if she had ever had someone tie her up before.
"The rope doesn't hurt?"
She shook her head slightly, then tilted her head back slightly, wrinkling her nose as though she were squinting at something. "I can see a little bit," she said.
I acted quickly to adjust her blindfold, undid the double knots and tied them again.
"That's better," she said. A willing captive? My heart that had stopped beating so fast began pounding again. Even to my ten year old, pre-adolescent mind, she was awful cute, tied up and blindfolded like that.
I finally took her gently by one arm and began to lead her up, away from the creek. She again offered no resistance, coming with me quite readily. I recall stopping at one point to bend down in front of her and make certain her shoe laces were tied. She giggled again when she realized what I was doing.
"Where we goin'?"
"I'm taking you to my hideout," I responded, pausing to steal a glance at her shapely legs. As she was blindfolded, I knew she would never know I had.
"Okay," she responded. I guess it made sense to her. What didn't make sense to me was that she had not yet made the first attempt to resist or attempt to free herself. As I said a moment ago, she had even assisted me in making sure she was securely blindfolded and could see nothing. I guess I just wasn't old enough, then, to realize that she was probably enjoying the novelty of being tied and blindfolded and at my mercy and probably didn't want to get free.
I led her about the park, stopping a few times. It was then that I had my captive cross her legs and take a seat on the ground. I had to assist her since her hands were bound. We would sit and talk for awhile, then get up and resume our wanderings. Not once did she complain or try to free herself. What was bizarre, that morning, was that I don't recall any other kids showing up at the park all that morning. We pretty well had the place to ourselves, my captive and I. The place was usually crawling with kids by mid morning. Not that day.
I kept her captive almost the entire morning, at one point, leading her around by giving voice directions, with her following the sound of my voice. I recall she actually seemed to enjoy that. If I remember right, I think she only stumbled once and I was quick to catch her, something she also seemed to enjoy. So did I, I remember. The most hilarious point in the whole affair is when I led her to a drinking fountain and assisted her in getting a drink of water. Ever watched someone drink from a fountain while they were blindfolded and had their hands tied behind their back? She splattered water all over her more than once. We both laughed each time. Like I said, Cindy always did have a good sense of humor.
I think we both enjoyed ourselves a great deal that morning. I finally released her around midday, as she needed to go home for lunch. She blinked at the bright sunlight at first, as she had been blindfolded for a long time, then beamed that infectious grin at me, before climbing on her bike and heading home.
For several seconds, I just stood and watched her ride away. Can't be sure, but I think maybe I felt the first pangs of puppy love that day.
Cindy and I remained good friends until she and her Mother moved away when she was in her early teens. Yes, we did the kidnap thing a few more times, the last time when she was about 12, I think, but it never held the intense fascination that it did that first time. Funny, she always insisted on being the kidnap victim. One time, if I recall correctly, she even brought the blindfold for the occasion.
Ah for the carefree days of childhood. Kids just don't know what they'll be missing when they grow up...
Robert
USA
-------------------------------------------------
Sunday, February 3rd 2002 - 04:10:40 PM
More on "Cindy?"
The other times? well, that will take some doing. Let me ponder for a bit...
It has been a LOT of years, more than I want to admit to. That first time was like many other first times...you always remember it best.
It took a long time and a bunch of calculating and planning to drive up my courage enough to "kidnap" Cindy the first time. It wasn't just a thing I did on impulse. But as I found out then and later, she seemed to enjoy being held captive as I enjoyed being her captor.
It was never a sexual thing, even when she grew into adolescence, but merely a childhood game.
I will see if I can recall the specifics of at least one other time. Give me a bit...
Robert
USA
__________________________________________________________________________
Robert's stories
- 01 - Cindy (m/f)
- 02 - More Cindy stories (m/f)
- 03 - Tying up Cindy (m/f)
- 04 - Tying up Cindy...at HER request (m/f)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section