TINA
Part 1
When I was growing up, I had three very close friends. My
name is Tina. My friends' names were (and still are) Alice,
Gigi and Natasha. We were very close, did everything
together and went everywhere together.
Besides these three female friends, there were also two boys,
George and Biff, who were in our group.
As kids, we played together. In our early grammar school
years, we played tag, hide 'n seek, and other similar games.
Later, as we grew older, we played all sorts of sports:
baseball, football and volleyball. We girls also talked
about boys a lot and the boys used to talk to us about girls.
As a group, we shared together our first cigarettes and first
beers. We often hiked in the woods nearby.
In high school, the boys started spending more time with
other boys but we still got together often. The boys tried
out for football and baseball (they were not tall enough for
basketball) while we girls played volleyball and basketball.
There were times when we girls put on all the football pads
and, with helmets on, we would sneak onto the field during
scrimmages. The boys knew we were there of course, and I
also think the coaches knew it too, but it was fun and we
were never hurt, at least badly.
In grammar school, oh I guess about fifth or sixth grade, we
often played cowboys and indians in the woods. After seeing
some movies, it was inevitable that eventually we would end
up tieing up the captives. And we did. I know I wasn't the
first one tied. The boys were tied just like the girls.
I do remember the first time I was tied: I was afraid because
the idea of losing my freedom, even to my friends, was
without precedent. And then when George tied my hands behind
me and marched me along, I lost all my fear. In fact, in a
strange way, I sort of liked it.
We played several more times, over the whole spring, summer
and fall before I was found out. It was Gigi who said it.
"Isn't it strange that Tina gets caught so easily? You might
almost think she enjoyed being tied up. Do you Tina?"
The others stood around, looking at me curiously, and I knew
I had to answer. My first response was a giggle, but then I
said, "Whenever you have winners, there has to be losers. I
just sort of lose at this game a lot."
Alice just shook her head, "No, Gigi, I think you might be
right. Tina, be honest, why DO you get caught so easily?"
Mischievously, I answered, "Maybe I just don't want to run
through the brush?"
Biff guffawed, "Tina, that's weak. I think you do like to
get tied up."
Just then Natasha said, "Well, whatever it is, it's time for
me to get home. Mom said if I was late for supper another
time this week, I'd get spanked."
We all looked at her with shock. It was George who asked,
"Do you still get spanked?"
Momentarily taken aback, Natasha answered, "Well, sure.
Don't you guys?"
We all shook our heads; then I asked, "Who does it to you?"
"Well, usually it's my mother, but dad does it when I've done
something really awful. He spanks my older sister Eleanor
too. I think he spanks my mother too."
There was silence as we all took this in. It was a mark of
how close we were that neither of us thought of teasing
Natasha or even laughing about it.
That nite I laid in bed, thinking about what was said that
day. I finally admitted to myself that I did lose often so I
could be tied up. I wondered what that meant.
We grew away from the cowboys and indians as the weather got
colder and the next two years we didn't play at all.
I think it was the summer between our eighth and ninth grades
that we had decided to go for a hike. We had packed our
knapsacks and were properly dressed in flannel shirts, jeans,
hiking boots and gloves. We hiked for about two hours and
had stopped to have a smoke. Biff and George had not picked
up the habit. Alice only smoked once in a while.
We were laying there, when Gigi said, "Hey, I found something
on the bus the other day. Might interest you Tina."
She handed me a magazine. On the cover was a girl dressed
very much as I was, but in addition her wrists were tied in
front of her and a stick had been inserted between her arms
and her back. This had her wrist pulled tightly against her
belly. Her ankles were roped together but with a piece of
rope between the ankles about two feet long. In her mouth
was a red rubber ball with a string through it and it looked
like it was tied behind her head. I just starred at it. When
I looked up, I saw Gigi pulling some rope from her knapsack.
"Want to try it?" she asked.
I shrugged, and then replied, "Why not?" I tried to be
nonchalant, but a strange sort of anticipation had come over
me. I wondered what was happening.
Gigi turned to Biff, "See if you can find a stick about three
feet long." Then, coming to me, she said, "Hold out your
wrists Tina." When I had done so, she continued, "Now,
let's see, I don't think we want to tie your wrists tightly
together. Here, let me do it this way."
So saying, she wrapped my left wrist four times, and then,
leaving about three inches of slack, she did the same with my
right wrist. By this time, Biff had returned with a fairly
straight, three foot stick. Gigi nodded her approval.
"Now, Tina," Gigi said, "pull your wrists back against your
stomach as tightly as you can." When I had done so, she
began to fit the stick inside my left arm, which was bent at
the elbow, but behind my back. She then carefully slid the
stick across my back, and then she tugged and pushed the
stick in front of my right arm. When the stick was pushed
all the way through, there was about three inches outside
each of my arms. Tina stepped in front of me and, after
checking how close my wrists were to my stomach, she said,
"Try to move your hands Tina."
I did, but found I couldn't move them at all. She smiled at
the look of consternation on my face. "I can't move them
Gigi," I said unnecessarily. She just nodded and proceeded
to take the excess rope on my wrists and wrapped it several
times around my wrists.
With a speculative expression on her face, she asked, "Want
to try the ankle rope too?"
The fat was in the fire. How was I to answer? After a
moment's thought, I replied, "Go ahead. I'll give it a try."
Very quickly, she had three wraps around my right ankle, and
she knotted that. Then, she took the other end of the rope
and wrapped it around my left boot. When it was knotted, she
said, "Take a couple steps. I don't know how this will
work."
Gingerly, I took a couple steps. After three, I tried a
little longer step and nearly stumbled when the ankle rope
snubbed my progress.
Solicitously Gigi asked, "Want me to take it off?"
I shook my head. "No, let me try it a little more."
Carefully, I walked around the area. I began to lift my
booted feet higher, as if I were walking normally, and found
that I could walk easily, although my steps were a little
shorter. I stood in front of Gigi and said, "I think I can
handle this. Shall we hike?"
With a grin on her face, Gigi asked, "Don't you want the rest
of it?
I looked at her in puzzlement, then it dawned on me. "Do you
have a little red ball?"
She nodded, so I turned around and held my mouth open. In a
moment, the first ever gag was in my mouth. I felt Gigi tie
it behind my head. I tried to move the ball around and
finally got it comfortable. Then I tried to say "Let's go,"
but all that came out was "Lesh o."
The others laughed, but they got the message so off we went,
just like any other group of thirteen year olds, except one
was bound and gagged.
I stayed that way for two hours. It was only when we stopped
for lunch, and after Alice and George had prepared lunch over
the campfire, that Gigi removed my gag and ropes (I didn't
know enough to call it bondage yet).
Natasha asked how I felt. I examined the red marks on my
wrists and said, "I feel fine. It was sort of, ah,
interesting to hike along that way."
When we were ready to start back, Biff asked me if I wanted
to be tied again. I shook my head, saying, "No, it might not
be too good idea going downhill. Don't worry, you'll get me
again," I promised gaily, not realizing how true it would be.
That summer, I think I was tied thirty times.
One day, when the boys had gone somewhere, the four of us
girls decided to get some sun.
Natasha asked, "Where'll we go?"
It was Gigi who asked me, "Tina, will you want to be tied
up?"
"Sure," was my snappy reply.
"Well, that rules out the pool or the meadow," Natasha said.
"Why not my backyard?" I asked.
The others shrugged and very quickly we were in my yard.
Again, it was Gigi who took the lead in tieing me. "Lay on
your belly, Tina," she instructed.
I did as she said. Then, she stretched out my arms and legs
in the form of a huge X. She had some tent pegs and a
hammer. A peg was driven into the ground about a foot
further out from the furthest I could reach. After we had
all stripped down to our swimsuit, she wrapped a rope several
times around my left wrist. Then she tied the other end of
that rope to the peg just beyond my left hand. She did the
same with my right wrist. Then, with the help of Alice and
Natasha, she hauled on my legs so that I was stretched out.
Then, with the others holding each of my legs, she roped my
left ankle to the peg nearby and my right out the final peg.
"How's that?" Gigi asked solicitously, "too tight?"
I tried to pull against the ropes, and found a little slack,
and then I looked up at her and smiled, "No, this is okay."
I laid like that for an hour, and then they untied me and
turned me over, tieing me the same way, except face up.
We did the same thing on three other occasions. We didn't
even remove the stakes.
Sometime after the third time, my mother said that she had
found the four pegs when she was mowing the lawn, and
wondered what they were. Thinking fast, I told her we had
been playing a game. My mother didn't say anything else.
Nothing much exciting happened the next two years. Oh, I was
tied a lot. My friends took it for granted now that Tina
enjoyed being tied, and they didn't have any objections. We
went to drive-ins with me tied. We went to movies where I
was tied to the seat. A couple times, we went shopping at
the mall with me with my hands tied behind my back, with a
sweater over my shoulders.
It was the winter of my second year of high school, and I was
home for a holiday. Mother always insisted I help with the
house work whenever I was home, so I ran the vacuum cleaner.
I was in my parents' bedroom and when I bent to put the plug
in the outlet, I noticed a hook on the bedpost. Curious, I
thought, but I paid no attention to it. Then, when I got to
the other side of the bed, I noticed a hook on the other
bedpost. Definetly intrigued, I looked on the other two
posts and found similar hooks.
I wondered what this meant. Of course I recalled my episodes
of being tied pegged out in the backyard, but it never
occurred to me to think my parents did the same thing.
It was late in the Spring, the following year. My third year
of high school would soon end. And I was again pegged out in
my back yard. I was laying on my back and Gigi had just
helped me smoke a cigarette. She asked me, "Are you
reasonably comfortable?"
I replied, "Sure. What's up?"
"Well, we're going to leave you for a while. Natasha has
something to show us. You'll be safe here."
I was somewhat dubious, but I really wasn't too worried.
"You won't be gone long, will you? I mean with you guys
here, I've got protection. By myself, I've got nothing."
Alice laughed, and said, "What're you afraid of?"
"Oh, every so often, the dog from across the street comes
over here."
Natasha interjected, "Come on girls. If we don't go now, my
parents will be home and I won't be able to show you."
So they left me.
I really wasn't too concerned. After all it was my own
backyard. So I just sort of closed my eyes to enjoy the
rays. I had grown so accustomed to being tied like this that
I didn't even notice the tractioning. I grew drowsy and I
guess I must have fallen asleep. I awoke with a start,
pulling at my bonds, momentarily confused, until I realized
where I was. I had no idea how long I had slept. My hands
were tingling, which meant I probably was tied, all total
from when Gigi had tied me, about an hour and a half. No big
deal: I had been pegged out for two hours once before.
Idly, I began to wonder what it was Natasha had had to show
the others. I was startled out of my daydreaming by my
mother's voice.
"Tina, whatever are you doing there?"
"Oh, hi mom. Just getting some sun."
"But you're tied down. Who did this? Here let me untie
you," she said dropping to her knees near my left wrist.
I giggled. "Mom, Gigi tied me here. We do it all the time.
You don't need to untie me."
Somewhat doubtfully she leaned back on her heels. "Let me
get this straight. You're here because one of your best
friends tied you here?"
"Yes."
"And you're here voluntarily?"
"Uh huh."
"And you do it frequently?"
I smiled and nodded.
My mother shook her head. Then she smiled. "Have you been
tied this way back here before?"
"Yes, probably ten or twelve times."
"So that's where the pegs came from," she laughed. "Well, if
this is what you want, I won't interfere. Just lay back and
enjoy it," she said as she got to her feet and walked away.
I was perplexed by her choice of words: 'just lay back and
enjoy it.' That was the classic female response to
inevitable rape. I had no time to think further for my three
friends returned. With them were Biff and George.
Biff said, "Well, I see Tina's in her usual situation.
Enjoying yourself?" he asked teasingly.
"Sure am. How about you? Like what you see?"
That was the first time any of us had ever said anything
suggestive. Oh, we used words like cock, cunt, shit and
fuck, but we never had said anything suggestive.
There was silence, then Biff grinned and answered, "Sure do.
You look great."
There was tension in the air; and then Alice said, "You
should have seen what Natasha showed us, Tina."
Relieved the tension was broken, I asked, "What did Natasha
show you?"
"Her ass," was Alice's answer. "Her mother used a switch on
her ass last nite and she has ten, very vivid marks on her
ass cheeks."
I turned my head to try to see Natasha's face. There was an
enigmatic smile on her face. At that moment, I knew I was
found out, that my friend Natasha knew that I really enjoyed
my tie-ups; just like I knew that she secretly enjoyed her
disciplining. I doubted (which I subsequently confirmed)
that any of the others knew what Natasha and I shared at that
moment.
After that first time, there were a few more instances when I
was tied in my backyard and left there by my friends. Once,
I was bound face inward to a tree. It was big tree so it was
just possible to bind my hands together when I wrapped my
arms around the tree. My legs were tied in back and in front
so that I couldn't move them at all. Fortunately, I was
wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt this time so the tree
bark didn't scratch my skin.
Another time, I was tied with my back to the tree and my
hands up over my head but together. And then there came the
time that my arms were tied up but outward so that I looked
like a "Y." Not only were my wrists tied but also my ankles
and thighs and belly; and, for the first time, ropes were
above and below my budding boobies which highly accentuated
them.
I complained to Alice while she was roping my boobies but
only half-heartedly. Secretly, I was sort of curious to see
how it would feel.
With my arms stretched upward and outward, it wasn't as easy
for me to slouch in my ropes as I had before when I was tied
upright to something. Also, my wrists got numb sooner.
There was enough movement so that I could twist them and
that, combined with flexing my fingers, kept some feeling.
The pressure on my boobies was something else. I was
somewhat disappointed but since the ropes were somewhat
loose, I wondered if it wasn't necessary for them to be tied
tighter to get any significance.
I wasn't surprised to see Alice and Gigi leave (Natasha
hadn't come, having experienced the difficulties of her first
period yesterday). I was not prepared to have my mother come
visit me again.
"That's a new way," she said, walking towards me. "How's it
feel?"
This casual attitude sort of threw me, but I responded, "It's
fine mom." Then I added, "What brings you out here?"
"Oh, I sort of thought this is where I would find you.
You're sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, mom, I'm okay. Hey, what did you mean, you thought
you'd find me here?"
"Well, it really wasn't hard. I saw Alice and Gigi leave
and, since you didn't come in the house, I thought you might
not be able to."
I nodded. What she said had made sense. Then I began to
wonder why she was standing there, studying me so long. It
dawned on me that she saw the ropes over my boobies. I
blushed but she acted as if she hadn't seen my blush and she
said nothing about the ropes.
"Well, I've got work to do. Want me to untie you or do you
want to just, er, hang around?"
We both giggled, and I answered, "No, Mom, I'm okay. I'll
just continue to hang around, as you say it." Excitement
mounted among my friends as we prepared for our junior class
trip. We would be gone for five days. We bought new clothes
and everything was set. And then I got sick. The day before
the trip, I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the
bathroom to puke. The day we were supposed to leave, I just
couldn't even get out of bed.
I was devastated and so were my friends. Gigi said the trip
wouldn't be the same unless we all went together, but I
managed to gather enough strength to feebly wish them a good
trip.
That nite, I began to feel a bit better and my dad said that
if I felt okay the next nite, he'd pay my air fare to catch
up. That made me feel much better but the next day, I was
just as bad. Ruefully, my dad said it looked like I wouldn't
be able to go, and, tearfully, I agreed.
On the third day, I felt better, but I knew it was foolish to
try to catch up. The fourth day, I was really feeling sorry
for myself. I felt good but I just moped around the house.
It was a beautiful day and I sort of dreamed of standing
against my tree.
Mother interrupted my daydreaming.
"How're you feeling dear?" she asked.
"Oh, Mom, I feel fine, but I feel so sad. I really miss my
friends and we had planned so long for this trip."
She nodded, "I know dear, but it couldn't be helped. You'll
get other chances to travel."
"Yeah, I know," I replied, somewhat impatiently, "but it
won't be the same."
"Oh, I don't know dear. I guess this is as good a time as
any to tell you that your father and I are going to Europe
next year, and you're going with us."
It took a moment to sink in, then I ran to her and hugged
her. I pulled back and said, "I'm sorry for being bitchy
Mom."
She smiled. "That's alright dear. I understand your
disappointment." After a pause, she asked again, "Are you
sure you feel okay?"
"Hmmm?" I asked. "Oh, yes, I feel fine. Why?"
"Oh, I dunno. I was just wondering if you wanted to spend
some time at your tree today?"
I was astonished. I didn't know what to say. My mother was
asking me if I wanted her to tie me to my tree. She had a
sneaky smile on her face, but I recovered enough to say, "Oh,
Mom, would you? Yes, I'd really like to spend some time
there. Wait'll I get some rope."
"I'll get the rope Tina. You change into your leotard and
tights."
This perplexed me. I had never been tied in my leotard but I
shrugged and started for my room when my mother added, "And
nothing else."
Startled, I looked around, but she had already disappeared.
I had gone bra-less before, but I was curious.
In a few minutes, mother and daughter were walking to the
tree where mother was about to tie daughter. I was struck by
the incredulity of it, but I just marched along.
When we got to the tree, my mother purely astonished me. She
held out a leather strap thing.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's a suspension cuff. It won't interfere with you
circulation. Here, hold out your wrist and I'll put it on
you."
Utterly bemused, I held out my left wrist. Quickly, mother
wrapped it around my wrist and buckled it tight. Then she
took my other wrist and did the same with another cuff. She
then knelt and put cuffs on both my ankles. She then backed
me up to the tree and very quickly I was secured with my
wrists up and away, but she tied them backwards to limbs
behind me. She then secured my ankles in such a way that I
was on my tiptoes with my legs splayed out and back.
This was a rather more strenuous position than I was used to,
but I said nothing.
If I was bemused by the cuffs, I was stupefied when mom began
to wind thinner rope around my left booby. She put three
loops around it; and then, holding it down with her little
fingers, she began to tighten the wraps. I stared at her
face, but it was all concentration so I looked down to watch
what she was doing. My left booby began to swell outward as
the string tightened at the base. When she was satisfied,
she began work on my right booby. The rope slipped once and
she had to start all over, but finally my right booby was
circled with rope and it swelled out like my left.
"There, how's that? she asked, stepping back to admire her
work.
End of Part 1
