Scott : 01 - Don't Tease The Girls (f/m)

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01 - Don't Tease The Girls
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By Scott

Mon Nov 26 21:54:16 1956

I have been reading your stories for a while. I have a personal story from my past but it is not of consensual tieing.

I was in 9th grade at a junior high (7th-9th). I was a pretty good athlete playing soccer, basketball and baseball. This was about 15 years ago when the girls sport programs were just starting. The boys would always tease the girls about how weak their sports were and the girls did not like it. We would really tease the younger grades.

One of the 8th grade girls who played basketball and was pretty good lived about a block from me. I started to really like her or what you would say is "have a crush on her". However since we were always teasing the girls she never showed any interest in me. One day she came over to me and asked if I would help her with improving her basketball skill. I jumped at the chance and told her yes. She asked me to come over to her house, where whe had a hoop set up in her backyard, on Saturday.

On Saturday I showed up at her house about 11:00. She answered the door. She had on a pair of shorts and a shirt that did not quite reach the top of her shorts.

She was very pretty and today looked even better. We went out to the backyard where she had a hoop attached to the garage. There was a driveway and a lawn nest to it but there was plenty of room to play basketball.

She (her name was Kristy) asked me if she could tape our practice so she could practice on her own. Her father had a video recorder (they were not as many around as there are now). She set it up in the yard and we played for about an hour.

She was pretty good but I gave her a couple of ideas on handling the ball and passing. She was almost as tall as I was and I gave her a couple of tips on rebounding. I was lucky that I had always had good coaches and now I felt like a coach. I also felt that this would be a good way to get to know her and she might forget about all the teasing she had taken from me.

When we finished she asked if I would like something to drink. It had been very hot that day and I said sure.

She went into the house to get the drinks and I went over and lay down on the grass. I had thrown my shirt over there while we were playing. She came back, turned off the recorder, gave me a drink and we talked.

I got up to leave, grabbed my shirt and started to pull it over my head. Suddenly I got tackled right in the middle of my back knocking the wind out of me and sending me to the ground on my stomach. The shirt was over my head and I could not see anything. As I hit the ground I felt my left arm being pulled up behind my back. I started to grab for my shirt to get it off my head but Kristy yelled leave it alone or I'll pull your arm up higher. I stopped and yelled let go. She did not let go I felt her tie something around my wrist and then pull my arm further up. "Give me your other hand." she ordered. I realized she was going to try to tie my hands. I knew I could not let this happen so I started to pull away but she pulled my arm up higher and kept telling me to give her my other arm. The pain was getting bad so I had to give in and give her my other arm.

I felt her pull the wrists together and tighten the ropes. She was using rope like you get in balls that is spiney and digs into your skin. When she finished she took another piece and again tied it around my wrists. I felt her get up and I pulled against the ropes but when I did they just dug into my arms. I can tell you that they hurt quite a bit. Before I could get to my feet she was back and pushed me to the ground. She took a belt and pulled it tight around my chest pinning my arms tight to my body. She notched it so I could barely breathe let alone move my arms. She then took another piece of rope and bound my feet together. Again she made the ropes quite tight and they hurt a lot when I tried to move my feet.
She got up and said I will be right back. I struggled to get loose but I could barely move my hands and when I did move them the rope dug right into the skin. I was sweating trying to get loose when she returned and finally took the shirt off my head.

"Do you still think that girls are not as good athletes as boys?" was the first thing she said. I was looking up at this eighth grade girl who had just tied me up like a package. I wouldn't answer her. "Well let me see if I can get you to talk", she said. She knelt down and took off my shoes and socks. I was laying there in only my shorts and completely helpless at the hands of this girl.

She knelt down and straddled me and asked quietly "Are you ticklish?" I was extremely ticklish and just moved slightly. "Oh I guess that means you are." she laughed.

She started to lightly run her fingers over my stomach and I held back laughing wiwth everything that I had but after a couple of seconds I started to buck and laugh until I could not control myself. I was laughing but the pain of the ropes ran through me every time I moved. She started to tickle frantically all over my stomach, chest and arms and I was yelling for her to stop.

"Please, please stop. Please" I was yelling. She switched to my feet

"Beg me." she said in a very quite under control way. "Beg me." I was rolling on the ground gelpless and started yelling "I beg, I beg. Please stop. Please stop." She stopped and straddled me again looking down at my face between her knees.

"Are you sorry for all the teasing you and your friends have done?" she asked " I told her yes. I would have said anything by this time. She sat there and laughed at my predicament. She pinched my nose and played with my hair. She got up and said "OK I am going to let you go in a minute" I felt a sigh of relifas she left and did not even struggle when she was gone.

When she came back she had a camera. We should have some souveniers of the don"t you think? she said. I started to struggle again. I did not sant anybody to know about this. "Good, struggle. That makes the pictures better. She made me stand and sit and she took a whole role of pictures. She went back inside and when she came out she said I have one more surprise for you. "Remember when I turned the video camera off? Well I just put in another tape and this whole day is on tape. She came over to me, sat down beside me and took off her shoes and socks. She stood over me and plnated he foot right on my chest and lifted her arm to declare herself a winner. She rolled me over and planted her foot on my head. "This is for all the eighth grade girls."

She took the camera inside and then came back. She picked up my shoes, socks and shirt and also took them inside. She untied the ropes on my feet and took the belt off my chest.

My hands were still tied behind my back. I got to my feet. She put her arms around my neck and said "I won't show those pictures and video to anybody if you don't tease me anymore. There may be something else you will have to do though." She left it at that. "You are going to have to untie your hands and I will give you your clothes later.

When you get loose you can leave by the back gate." I didn't say anything. It took me about half an hour to get loose. I had to cut the ropes by rubbing them on a fence. I know she was watching me out of the window. I had to go home with only a pair of shorts on.

On Monday in school I was talking with a bunch of my friends when she came up and handed me my socks, shoes, shirt and a video. "Here is the video you wanted. I made a copy for you."As she handed it to me she dropped a package of pictures. I quickly picked them up and gave them back to her. She just smiled and walked away. My friends all asked what this wa all about but I came up with some phony story.

I watched the video to see how bad it was and it was worse than I thought. Begging this eighth grade girl while I was completely bound and helpless was something I never wanted anyone to see.

To end the story the "other thing that I had to do came late in the year. There was competition between the girls and the boys. There would be various games that they would compete in. She challenged me to a game of "hunch" (one-on-one basketball). Before the game she told me if I won that the video and pictures would be in school the next day. I lost and was the laughing stock of the eighth grade class.

This is a story where I could never get revenge and unlike other stories I do not have others because this was true and the only time I was ever tied up.

Scott
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