My First Hogtie Part I

We continued to “play” Tie up Games–play as in I would continue to be helpless victim by my boyfriend. At around 12 years and a few months old, I found myself yet again bound to a chair, hands behind back and my legs spread apart so that each ankle was tied to the legs of each chair. Wearing a skirt, this naturally exposed my panties underneath. Oh, I was wearing a spaghetti top then and my bra was quite visible. My captor had gone to the bathroom but getting lose was not an option as one it was a game of trust and two his bonds were simply in escapable.

My boyfriend (yes we were a couple by then) returned with a Cheshire Cat grin. Uh-oh. “I got a great idea. Let’s put you in a hogtie”.

“Mmmph?” I queried through the wide strip of tape that was covering my mouth (remember I was only twelve then).

“Gosh you don’t know what a hogtie is? What have you been reading?”

(To be continued…)

My First Gag Part II

So there I was bound and for the first time, gagged. Before I could struggle further, Tom secured me further by binding my ankles strips of long cloth which he clearly readied—they came from his pocket. “Yo-mp ,” I began trying to scold him trying to say why didn’t you tell me about “game” before hand?

He straightened my skirt to cover my modesty and remarked, “don’t go anywhere, sweetie; I’ve got to answer the call of nature.”

As soon as tom left, I started struggling and rolling around, trying to dislodge my gag and my bonds. After no intial success, I spied the nearby plastic chair and moved over, rubbing my restrained hands. Sucess! I thought still gagged as the bonds broke  lose. I proceded to undo the knot of tha gag but with my back facing the nearby door I was shocked gain as a hand pried my fingers away and clamped down on my mouth.

“Trying to escape eh?” Tom hissed into my mouth. Freaking hell, I thought but he yanked me and dragged my back to the sofa. Pressing me against the sofa, my eyes widen as I noticed a roll of masking tape in  his hands. “This willl be better and  proper,” he remarked. Struggling to no avail, he pressed the stilll lodged hanky back into my mouth and plastered over a piece of tape. Flipping me over, He re-bound my hands with the hankies and double secured them with the tape. Pressing my whole body down, my ankles were similarly bound.

So for the next three hours he fondled me as I attempted to no avail to get out of the even tighter bonds and shift the tape gag. Alas, he released me and in the nick on time too as someone was at the door.

 

My First Gag Part 1

So after being restrained that time, we both continued to hang out with each other and a relationship started to develop. It was about two months later when this took place.

Basically both of us had finished with the important school exams and we were watching a range of TV and VHS tapes in the early afternoon. During one certain Chinese drama serial, the actresses was kept bound and gagged with strips of cloth and though she stayed so almost through, I kept on commenting that the bindings and gag were so fake. “Oh please, if that was real she could have talked almost properly and gotten herself free in minutes”.

“That’s why it’s a show and not reality,” Tom replied.

“But it should be more realistic. Everything else in the plot was great execept that”, I continued.

“Ok, Miss fuss pot, why don’t I let you demonstrate the ‘real’ thing,’ he said, bringing out his handkerchief. I was immediately shock but understood his meaning. My first words if I remember correctly were: “Is that clean?”

“Nothing is perfectly clean; don’t you remember your science? But I don’t think it’s cause any mouth disease,” he replied approaching me.

“One cloth won’t…ouw!” I yelped as he grabbed me and attempted to fix the hanky in my mouth. I naturally struggled by he held my arms behind my back with one hand and pushing the hanky further into my mouth.

“Mmm-oh—I—get—“, I began trying to tell him that I got it but Tom continued his demonstration, dragging me over to my drawer. Pressing my face against my bed, he yanked the drawer open and pulled several of my own hankies. “Whammph arm yoo doing?”I said behind the hanky gag but soon found out as he secured his own item with a string of my hankies, creating a secure but not really tight gag.

“Mm—ow,” I remarked as the gag pressed against the sides of my lips. “Now, we can’t have you take that out,” Tom began and I knew what he meant as I felt the semi-silky material around my arms. A minute or so later, I was bound and gagged for the first time.

“O—Mmm-K, you-mmp-mad-mp your pount,” I said trying to break free from the bounds and push the hanky out with my tongue. The latter wasn’t successful and the former was instead tightened by Tom. “Wha..mpp you..dooo” I tried to say as felt the bounds digging into my skin. I reacted by trying to kick him away. In the process, my rather short skirt (yes I was get more girl like at such a young age) rode up and my pink panties/knickers were revealed.

A long, long time ago: The very first TUG

My very first tie was when I just turned 12. At that time, my family lived in a Southeast Asian country and although I am half Dutch, half Chinese, I attended a local school. The uniform was a light blue sleeveless dress with no blouse,os it was kind of a one piece pinafore. It was very sexy and constantly rated the sexist girls school uniform, but suited the terrible heat all year round. I met Tom, who became my boyfriend, as he was my next door neighbour.

The tie up was really out of the blue, and nothing of the common see-cowboy-movie-then-want-to-be-tied-up kind of stuff. At that time, I had to take Mandarin as a second language but suck terribly at it. Tom was pretty good at the language, but found maths difficult. That day, we decide to help each other out on these subjects straight after school at my place. Oh, let me drift to explain Tom’s school uniform, which is simply a white shirt and navy blue shorts. As I was trying to comprehend the words that Tom translated, he had drifted to look at my bookshelf.

“Gosh, you seem to have a whole junk of Famous five here,” he said pointing to my lower shelf. “Um yeah,” I said, head not turning, “ready to be thrown.”

“Why?”

“Cause Blyton is definitely not a author you read at twelve and her plot is to fairy-tale like and fictitious. Boys always are the ones in trouble. They always get in hot spots or are tied up; George maybe sometimes. Anne is pictured as what girls should be,” I said, re-writing a Chinese word.

“So Anne should be the adventurous one?” Tom pressed.

“Yeah, Come one, do you think girls are the ones to be stuck with cooking? Girls get tied up too. It’s not just boys.” I didn’t know what made me say that.

“Well, you could become an author when you grow up and re-write stories like the Five,” Tom continued. “Maybe,” I sad, “but I rather be the girl finding the adventure”

“Ok, you be Anne who finds me the villain and you decide how to defeat me,” tom suddenly said. We then started a game, with me trying to “capture” Tom but well it ended with himwrestingly me to the ground and using his hanky to tie my hands loosely behind my back.

“Ow! Oh, hold on,” I said and after a minute I wiggled my hands free from the hanky. “Haha, I’m free! you make a lousy villi..ow” Tom tackled me again. We rolled across floor and somehow I manged to pull hs hands behind his back. Look back at it, It was actually the closest I’ve ever got to a guy, but hey, we were young pre pubescent kids then. Trying to hold his hands together, I reached for the hanky and just manged to bind him. “Yes! captured!” I shouted but the minute he broke free from my grasp his bonds were loosen.

All of a Sudden, I heard footsteps downstairs. Rats, my mother was home early. We straightened our uniforms and resumed work, but gave a glance to each other. Before Tom left, we made a pact to continue who could get free from the other again.

 

 

First entry: About this site

I have never blogged until today but well there’s no harm in trying something new. Basically, this site will be about my experiences about being tied up and as well as fictional stories involving such activity. It is NOT, repeat NOT about bondage or what you see on those adult sex sites. There are some adult related themes here but no nudity/pornography, extreme violence or those BDSM sort of stuff. It is NOT about being a slave/mistress or that kind. There are naturally hundreds of such sites if you wish to be entertained by that.

Basically, getting tied up may seem weird, but it became much of hobby ever since I was 12. From a small group of friends, I now regularly get tied up by my boyfriend whom I’ve been with for quite some time. We’ve started with cloth, hankies and small tape and gradually progressed to handcuffs and more effective gags as you’ll soon shall see.

So if you don’t feel squeamish about this site, please sit back and enjoy the entries!