Robert UK : 01 - Bound and gagged, found by my mom (m/m)
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01 - Bound and gagged, found by my mom
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By Robert UK
Sunday, July 24th 2005 - 10:42:50 AM
Found by Mum, bound and gagged again.
Bound and Gagged again
Perhaps you remember the story I posted before. I can't find it now. It was about my first experience, when I was 11 or 12. I used the old ploy of betting a couple of friends that I could escape no matter how tight they tied me. One of them thought it would be funny to leave me hogtied and gagged in my bedroom to be discovered by my mum and younger sisters when they came home. It was very embarrassing, but exciting at the same time. Unfortunately, Mum assumed I was just playing "a silly game" and could get free by myself, so she left me to it for a while. She was furious when she realised.
Afterwards my arms and legs were stiff and bruised from the rope. The duct tape gave me a rash on my face and stuck to my hair. But I hadn't learned my lesson. For as long as I remember, just the words "bound and gagged" would make me go week at the knees. It would take more than that to put me off. I hadn't planned to be in quite such a predicament, but it was sort of what I had always wanted. It wasn't long before I had forgotten the negative aspects and was keen to do it again.
I decided that if the situation was repeated, then this time Mum would untie me as soon as she found me, so I could control the time span better. So next time Mum took my sisters shopping for school stuff I called my friend Dan round for another go at our "bet". He was happy to take my money again and I think he liked tying me up anyway. He was always drawing pictures of girls tied up. He is good at tying too. He always ties the ropes between wrists, ankles etc. to make them extra secure.
It was not long before I was lying tightly bound and gagged on my bed. Alone and helpless.
I had decided to give the duct tape a miss this time, but we came up with something pretty good by cutting up some old white pillow cases. There was a strip of cloth between my teeth that was tied tightly behind my head and had a nice big knot in the centre of it to stop me spitting out the big wad of cloth stuffed into my mouth and cheeks. To make absolutely sure, I had a wider strip of cloth tied over the top, covering my mouth, cheeks and chin, tied very tight behind my head, above the other one, which stopped it slipping. It felt very effective.
What a stupid situation to get into. Helplessly bound and gagged, with no way of escape. But I loved it. I couldn't spit the gag out of my mouth and I couldn't remove it with my hands because my wrists and elbows were tightly tied behind my back and my arms were tied down to my body from shoulder to waist. My ankles, knees, calves and thighs were tied, stopping me from running off. And I couldn't roll off the bed and hop away with my wrists and ankles tied together behind my back in a hogtie. I struggled as much as I could, but made no headway. I was tied too tight, with the knots tucked well away from my prying fingers.
Of course I had overdone it. Mum and the girls would not be back for hours. It didn't seem quite such a good idea once I was tied up, but it was too late for second thoughts. I had all afternoon to savour the predicament and wait for the unavoidable wrath of Mum when she found me bound and gagged again.
Robert, UK
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01 - Bound and gagged, found by my mom
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By Robert UK
Sunday, July 24th 2005 - 10:42:50 AM
Found by Mum, bound and gagged again.
Bound and Gagged again
Perhaps you remember the story I posted before. I can't find it now. It was about my first experience, when I was 11 or 12. I used the old ploy of betting a couple of friends that I could escape no matter how tight they tied me. One of them thought it would be funny to leave me hogtied and gagged in my bedroom to be discovered by my mum and younger sisters when they came home. It was very embarrassing, but exciting at the same time. Unfortunately, Mum assumed I was just playing "a silly game" and could get free by myself, so she left me to it for a while. She was furious when she realised.
Afterwards my arms and legs were stiff and bruised from the rope. The duct tape gave me a rash on my face and stuck to my hair. But I hadn't learned my lesson. For as long as I remember, just the words "bound and gagged" would make me go week at the knees. It would take more than that to put me off. I hadn't planned to be in quite such a predicament, but it was sort of what I had always wanted. It wasn't long before I had forgotten the negative aspects and was keen to do it again.
I decided that if the situation was repeated, then this time Mum would untie me as soon as she found me, so I could control the time span better. So next time Mum took my sisters shopping for school stuff I called my friend Dan round for another go at our "bet". He was happy to take my money again and I think he liked tying me up anyway. He was always drawing pictures of girls tied up. He is good at tying too. He always ties the ropes between wrists, ankles etc. to make them extra secure.
It was not long before I was lying tightly bound and gagged on my bed. Alone and helpless.
I had decided to give the duct tape a miss this time, but we came up with something pretty good by cutting up some old white pillow cases. There was a strip of cloth between my teeth that was tied tightly behind my head and had a nice big knot in the centre of it to stop me spitting out the big wad of cloth stuffed into my mouth and cheeks. To make absolutely sure, I had a wider strip of cloth tied over the top, covering my mouth, cheeks and chin, tied very tight behind my head, above the other one, which stopped it slipping. It felt very effective.
What a stupid situation to get into. Helplessly bound and gagged, with no way of escape. But I loved it. I couldn't spit the gag out of my mouth and I couldn't remove it with my hands because my wrists and elbows were tightly tied behind my back and my arms were tied down to my body from shoulder to waist. My ankles, knees, calves and thighs were tied, stopping me from running off. And I couldn't roll off the bed and hop away with my wrists and ankles tied together behind my back in a hogtie. I struggled as much as I could, but made no headway. I was tied too tight, with the knots tucked well away from my prying fingers.
Of course I had overdone it. Mum and the girls would not be back for hours. It didn't seem quite such a good idea once I was tied up, but it was too late for second thoughts. I had all afternoon to savour the predicament and wait for the unavoidable wrath of Mum when she found me bound and gagged again.
Robert, UK
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