I have been into tie up games since a very early age, maybe 4 or something. It's extremely exciting being tied up or tying someone else, so I was always trying to initiate bondage into games, suggesting robbers tie me up if I was ambushed in a gunfight game etc. The first time I got tied up was when I was around eight, and it took me by surprise, because whilst I contributed to the lead up, I was not the instigator, or initiator. At least that how I honestly remember it now, I might have reconstructed and embellished on details over the years, but this is my honest recollection of events. I intend to publish more stories both real and fictional, but this is my first. Feedback is welcome.
I had moved to a suburb in Perth Australia after immigrating from England. The warmer weather in Perth meant it was more socially acceptable not to wear shoes in public. This was particularly true for females, in the eighties it was not uncommon to see housewives barefoot picking up their. children from school, shopping. Most school girls, my peers, went barefoot at least once or twice a week in summer. My neighbour across the road, Kirsty, took this one step further, she was barefoot literally the whole time, regardless of the season, weather or occasion. She wore shoes to school but never outside after school. Kirsty was the oldest in our street. She was four years older than me. Like every other kid in the road, I deferred to her as the leader. With me, it was not just her age, but she had a strong, independent rebellious streak (which I put down to her parents divorci and her mother frequently leaving her to fend for herself. Long legged, and with a cute face that rarely smiled, I had a major crush on her, and was constantly seeking her approval. The fact she was constantly barefoot just made her more desirable. Myself and a polish girl, Silvia, who was two years older than me, mainly hung out around her and vied for her attention. It was never explicitly mentioned, but Kirsty liked her group to be barefoot like her. She would constantly criticise other girls as being "prissy" or "princess" for wearing shoes, and took pride in the fact that hersoles were tough from extended walking on hot summer asphatand cold wet roads in winter. Sylvia and I quickly followed her lead, going barefoot constantly with her. We vied for her attention, by competing to see who had tougher feet. Sylvia frequently contended in her thick Eastern European accent that she was better than me at being "barefooted" (curiously she always added the ed on the end). Kristy used to generally side with her fellow female, frequently claiming that "boys were not tough enough" to go barefoot, although grudgingly she conceded I did okay, for "a guy and a Pom" (English immigrant). Whilst Kirsty could be tough, she was also very protective of us, and was capable of being very kind, particularly if u were with her one on one.
It was school holidays. Kristy, Sylvia and I had been "exploring". Our suburb was new, so vacant blocks meant you could cut across streets via the empty land and partially built suburbs. Typically, we were all barefoot, and after walking thru the streets, vacant bush and quarry our feet had become really dirty on the soles. We had met up with some other children down the park and played hide and seek for a while (Kristy had always contended us being barefoot gave us an advantage as "bare feet don't make any noise" and u can creep around). We then went back to Kristys. Kristy asked if Sylvia and I could sleep over and her mum consented, but told her she would have to get our own tea because she was going out for a while. After a bit of back and forth, Kirsty managed to get her mum tobuy us some lollies and VHS videos for the night. After getting permission from my mum (who kind of liked Kristy extra because of her home life) who must have reasoned I was directly across the road, we cooked hot dogs and settled down to eat them as her mum left.
We put in the movie, Raiders of the lost arc and began watching it. It was great, the film was good and I kept sneaking glances at Kristy, looking like a super slim, muscular warrior maiden with her long legs stretched out, showing her black dirty soles. Sylvia sat cross legged, brow furrowed in once testimony, probably due to the American accents on the screen. We got Goa scene where Indiana jones companion is captured, bound and gagged. I was very excited and getting conscious that my excitement might be obvious to my companions, talked anxiously. " Ever notice how it's always the girl who gets tied up?". I asked. "Yeah, that's pretty sexist", Sylvia remarked. "I guess it's cos men are stronger and probably better at tying things..." I volunteered, deliberately letting my provative statement trail off. Kristy immediately took the bait. "That's crap, we could easily tie u up, so what does that even mean". I pretended to ponder it, before remarking, " I suppose you mightboth be able to get me down, but I doubt you could keep me tied up." Eyes flashing Kristy said, "That's crap and u know it, u know Sylvia and I have learnt knots at girl guides". "Sure, whatever" I responded, hands up in mock surrender. The smirk on my face making me appear anything but sure. We went back to the movie, but little did I know, the challenge had been accepted.
During the movie, Kirsty moved next to the floor. She sidled up next to Sylvia and began whispering conspiratorlly. "What are u whispering about?", I asked. "Nothing" they giggled. I went back to watch g the movie, having become absorbed in te plot, I'd temporarily forgotten the "challenge" I'd made to my older companions authority. More whispering, more giggling continued. When the movie finished, the girs said they were going to get changed. I sat in the living room, playing with the VHS remote wired to the vcr, absentmindedly changing channels. I could hear drawers being opened, and slight padding of bare feet. After about 5 minutes, the girls began calling my name. It was coming from outside so I followed the direction of their calls, walking past the pool, down the side into the garage. The garage was used as storage by Kristys mother, and by us frequently as a clubhouse, and play area. I lifted the roller door, my eyes adjusting to the dark, as my bare feet padded onto the old carpet lining the floor. I sensed movement to the side of me, as a hand shot over my mouth. "Quick grab his arms" , Kirsty barked, as she clamped her hand tightly over my lips. "Mmmmmfff" I involuntarily blurted out, as she jerked my head backwards pulling me off balance toward the roller door. I was intrigued by this, and resolved not to fight back too hard,but put up enough of a fight to make it realistic and challenging. Kristy pulled the roller door shut. "Don't struggle, we are just gonna teach u a lesson for your little comments before". "Yeah", agreed Sylvia, turning on the light. Staring wideyed under my hand gag and struggling a little, I could feel Kristy cinch her other arm around my torso pinning my arms to my body and against her. She breathed hard. I could see several lengths of hessian rope on the floor, as well as three or four bandannas. "Let's get you comfy", Kristy cooed. Nodding to the floor, she ordered Sylvia to pass her that rope. "Cover his mouth, we can't risk old big mouth yelling for help, before we get him tied up" she ordered. "Mmmmfff mmmnng" I said under the hand, trying to reassure Kirsty I would not scream if she would please remove her hand. I didn't really want it removed, but I reasoned the role I was in required me to do that. Sylvia put her smaller, sweaty hand over my mouth, as I felt Kristy pull my arms tightly behind my back, and begin deftly sharing my hands together. She worked quickly, but was very methodical, I could feel her wearing intricate loops and figure eights as she went. She finished in a series of knots and I could feel that the rope was really tight, and that there was a lot of it around my wrists. Retrieving more rope, she pushed me down on the ground. Sylvia's hand briefly came off, "what's happening" I asked, before the hand went back on "Mmmm" as Kristy began tightly tying my feet together at the ankles. She retrieved a thick scarf and tied it tightly over my eyes, blindfolding me. Several knots kept it tightly over my eyes. I could feel Kristy binding my knees together. Soon they were tightly bound. I could hear Kristy rustling around, the hand came off, but before I could react a scarf was pulled tightly between my lips and teeth, I shook my head in a token attempt to resist, but my head was pulled forward as the gag was knotted several times behind my head. "All that fuss over a little gag". She mocked. The captors surveyed their handiwork, as I writhed against my bonds, and thrashed my head violently in a futile attempt to dislodge the gag. "Seems angry" Sylvia laughed as I rolled around on the ground. "Mmmmmffffnggg" I yelled. I made my insincere displeasure known via my gagged cries. "Okay. Let's see u get out now, challenged Kristy.
To be continued...see thread below for complete story
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