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.
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