meelymow : 01 - Caught by friend's mom (m/m, F/m)
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01 - Caught by friend's mom
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By meelymow
Thursday, October 7th 2004 - 03:23:14 PM
Caught by friend's mom
I have had only a few experiences with tie-up games, but I figured I could post 'em as they seem every bit as good as any others.
One day, a friend and I were bored. It seems boredom is a huge reason for playing tie-up games. My friend was about fourteen, named Jim, and I was fifteen. We had a discussion about how cool it would be to tie up a girl we knew who treated us kind of badly, in that she was stuck up and we were a little nerdly.
I asked, "How are you gonna do it? You've never tied anyone up."
He said, "My dad's got a bunch of rope in the garage. I'll go get some and tie you up for practice. Is that cool?"
"Sure," I replied, "let's make a game of it. You can tie me up and whatever time you take, I have that much time to get loose."
"Sounds good."
I waited in the kitchen while he ran to retrieve the materials. I should point out that this was about 10:00 or 10:30 at night. Jim's mom and dad worked unusual jobs that made Jim the ultimate latch-key kid. His dad was home maybe once a week because he was some sort of salesman who took many trips. His mom worked in the office of a factory on second shift, so she usually got off at 11:00, but her work was about a 40-45 minute drive home. I looked at the clock and realised we should have plenty of time before Jim's mom came home.
Jim arrived back with a handful of different length rope and a few that probably stretched forty or fifty feet. For those into detail, it was medium thick cotton clothes line.
Jim told me to sit in one of the kitchen chairs. I obliged and glanced at the clock.
"Okay. I start timing, now," I said.
Jim began with my wrists. He crossed them behind the back of the chair and tied them with one of the shorter lengths. While this was the first time he tied someone up, Jim had seen lots of pictures of trussed up people, so he did a really good job.
Next, he began tying my arms to the sides of the chair, wrapping some of the longer lengths around my upper body. He then went to work on my legs.
Jim tied my ankles together, tightly, then he tied another rope through the rope between my ankles and around a cross bar under the chair. He tied my knees together, both above and below with one fairly lengthy piece.
Finally, he picked up the longest length and began wrapping my legs to the chair, starting with my thighs and working his way down to the tops of my knees. With the rest of that length, he wrapped the rope around my calves all the way to my ankles. I was utterly helpless at this point already, and Jim was grabbing the other long piece.
He used the next long one to wrap my whole upper body to the chair back. I was nearly encased and couldn't budge at all.
"Done," Jim stated, with a smile on his face. "Okay, you got twenty minutes--go!"
I began a fruitless struggle. I couldn't reach a knot, I couldn't loosen any of the bindings. I was thoroughly bound. Jim sat in one of the other kitchen chairs, watching me struggle. At this point, I had butterflies in my stomach, but good ones. It was a real thrill to be made helpless, even if it wasn't from a girl.
I struggled for about fifteen of the twenty minutes I was allotted and then gave out a heaving sigh, realizing I had lost this game. Every knot and rope was in the same place they had been fifteen minutes earlier. Suddenly, we both looked at each other with panic as we heard the front door open.
Jim stood up, running into the hallway that connected to the front door, went by the living room, and led straight into the kitchen. He was trying for an interception. Embarrassment was washing over me before I even had a chance of being seen this way.
Jim delayed his mom for a few seconds, but he could not think of anything to keep her from going into the kitchen--the place she goes first every night after work. I overheard Jim.
"What are you doin' home so early?"
"Work was done, so the boss let me go," Jim's mom, Carol said.
She walked into the kitchen and looked directly at me, with less surprise than I expected. Carol was about 35 years old, slightly plump, with blond hair. She was dressed in her business skirt and white silk shirt with medium high, black heels.
"Oh! Am I interrupting your tie-up game?"
I answered, slightly flustered, and strangely thrilled, "Yeah. I was just trying to escape."
"Jim, you did a good job. How long have you been trying to escape, Tom?"
"About fifteen, twenty minutes now."
Jim chimed in, "Yeah, we like to play role-playing games and play out some of the scenarios, like if your captured, to see if someone can realistically be tied-up or if it is easy to get away."
"If Tom's your captive, you've forgotten something."
Carol left the kitchen and went upstairs. Jim gave me a slightly confused look, which I answered with a more confused look, which he answered with a confused shrug of his shoulders.
Carol came back down with 2 silk scarves.
"Okay, Tom. If you were a real captive, they wouldn't want you shouting out for help now, would they?"
"I guess not."
"Open your mouth." I obeyed and she stuffed one of the scarves into my mouth, making sure all of it was in. She then cleaved the first silk scarf in place with the second, wrapping it around my head and knotting it tightly in back. My thrill level was going through the roof. I thought I was helpless before, but now, with the gag, I felt the most helpless I had ever been.
"So, we give 'em another 20 minutes, Jim?"
"Yeah, sure." Jim was smiling. They both sat down in 2 other kitchen chairs. Carol smoked a cigarette and they had a conversation. All the while, I struggled, mmphing every now and then, to no avail. Carol finished a second cigarette.
"We should probably untie him now," Carol said to Jim. "Now you know if you're trying to recreate something realistically, you have to think of everything."
They both worked about untying me and ungagging me. We were caught that day, but it turned out to be no big deal. It also made us realize the importance of gags, which are involved in another of our games.
Hoped you liked it. Later.
meelymow
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01 - Caught by friend's mom
Story index at the bottom
By meelymow
Thursday, October 7th 2004 - 03:23:14 PM
Caught by friend's mom
I have had only a few experiences with tie-up games, but I figured I could post 'em as they seem every bit as good as any others.
One day, a friend and I were bored. It seems boredom is a huge reason for playing tie-up games. My friend was about fourteen, named Jim, and I was fifteen. We had a discussion about how cool it would be to tie up a girl we knew who treated us kind of badly, in that she was stuck up and we were a little nerdly.
I asked, "How are you gonna do it? You've never tied anyone up."
He said, "My dad's got a bunch of rope in the garage. I'll go get some and tie you up for practice. Is that cool?"
"Sure," I replied, "let's make a game of it. You can tie me up and whatever time you take, I have that much time to get loose."
"Sounds good."
I waited in the kitchen while he ran to retrieve the materials. I should point out that this was about 10:00 or 10:30 at night. Jim's mom and dad worked unusual jobs that made Jim the ultimate latch-key kid. His dad was home maybe once a week because he was some sort of salesman who took many trips. His mom worked in the office of a factory on second shift, so she usually got off at 11:00, but her work was about a 40-45 minute drive home. I looked at the clock and realised we should have plenty of time before Jim's mom came home.
Jim arrived back with a handful of different length rope and a few that probably stretched forty or fifty feet. For those into detail, it was medium thick cotton clothes line.
Jim told me to sit in one of the kitchen chairs. I obliged and glanced at the clock.
"Okay. I start timing, now," I said.
Jim began with my wrists. He crossed them behind the back of the chair and tied them with one of the shorter lengths. While this was the first time he tied someone up, Jim had seen lots of pictures of trussed up people, so he did a really good job.
Next, he began tying my arms to the sides of the chair, wrapping some of the longer lengths around my upper body. He then went to work on my legs.
Jim tied my ankles together, tightly, then he tied another rope through the rope between my ankles and around a cross bar under the chair. He tied my knees together, both above and below with one fairly lengthy piece.
Finally, he picked up the longest length and began wrapping my legs to the chair, starting with my thighs and working his way down to the tops of my knees. With the rest of that length, he wrapped the rope around my calves all the way to my ankles. I was utterly helpless at this point already, and Jim was grabbing the other long piece.
He used the next long one to wrap my whole upper body to the chair back. I was nearly encased and couldn't budge at all.
"Done," Jim stated, with a smile on his face. "Okay, you got twenty minutes--go!"
I began a fruitless struggle. I couldn't reach a knot, I couldn't loosen any of the bindings. I was thoroughly bound. Jim sat in one of the other kitchen chairs, watching me struggle. At this point, I had butterflies in my stomach, but good ones. It was a real thrill to be made helpless, even if it wasn't from a girl.
I struggled for about fifteen of the twenty minutes I was allotted and then gave out a heaving sigh, realizing I had lost this game. Every knot and rope was in the same place they had been fifteen minutes earlier. Suddenly, we both looked at each other with panic as we heard the front door open.
Jim stood up, running into the hallway that connected to the front door, went by the living room, and led straight into the kitchen. He was trying for an interception. Embarrassment was washing over me before I even had a chance of being seen this way.
Jim delayed his mom for a few seconds, but he could not think of anything to keep her from going into the kitchen--the place she goes first every night after work. I overheard Jim.
"What are you doin' home so early?"
"Work was done, so the boss let me go," Jim's mom, Carol said.
She walked into the kitchen and looked directly at me, with less surprise than I expected. Carol was about 35 years old, slightly plump, with blond hair. She was dressed in her business skirt and white silk shirt with medium high, black heels.
"Oh! Am I interrupting your tie-up game?"
I answered, slightly flustered, and strangely thrilled, "Yeah. I was just trying to escape."
"Jim, you did a good job. How long have you been trying to escape, Tom?"
"About fifteen, twenty minutes now."
Jim chimed in, "Yeah, we like to play role-playing games and play out some of the scenarios, like if your captured, to see if someone can realistically be tied-up or if it is easy to get away."
"If Tom's your captive, you've forgotten something."
Carol left the kitchen and went upstairs. Jim gave me a slightly confused look, which I answered with a more confused look, which he answered with a confused shrug of his shoulders.
Carol came back down with 2 silk scarves.
"Okay, Tom. If you were a real captive, they wouldn't want you shouting out for help now, would they?"
"I guess not."
"Open your mouth." I obeyed and she stuffed one of the scarves into my mouth, making sure all of it was in. She then cleaved the first silk scarf in place with the second, wrapping it around my head and knotting it tightly in back. My thrill level was going through the roof. I thought I was helpless before, but now, with the gag, I felt the most helpless I had ever been.
"So, we give 'em another 20 minutes, Jim?"
"Yeah, sure." Jim was smiling. They both sat down in 2 other kitchen chairs. Carol smoked a cigarette and they had a conversation. All the while, I struggled, mmphing every now and then, to no avail. Carol finished a second cigarette.
"We should probably untie him now," Carol said to Jim. "Now you know if you're trying to recreate something realistically, you have to think of everything."
They both worked about untying me and ungagging me. We were caught that day, but it turned out to be no big deal. It also made us realize the importance of gags, which are involved in another of our games.
Hoped you liked it. Later.
meelymow
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- 01 - Caught by friend's mom (m/m, F/m)
- 02 - An intro to the Hog Tie (m/m)
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