Aunt natasha gagged bondage4/10/2024 I sometimes fantasised about tying up women. I could now tie my hands behind me with a splip-knot even blindfolded and with my arms strapped to my sides, and that is what I had managed to do today.Īs I kicked and struggled I would imagine being kidnapped by some domineering woman, the Jungle Queen form a Tarzan film or a spy or female robber. I had been doing this for nearly ten years and was getting better and better. That is where I practised tying myself up. Dad worked abroad a lot and Vixx worked part time so often after school and sometimes at weekends I was in the house alone. Mum had died a few years previously and my dad had married Victoria, or Vixx, who was many years younger than him but still closer to his age than mine, just. I don't know whether she had ever told my dad but I had kept it secret from him. My mother (god rest her) had caught me playing like that once or twice and had forbidden me to do it, the upshot was I just got better at hiding my activity. I had loved watching TV shows or films where someone was tied up and had wanted to experience it. I had not been tied up by anyone for over five years and then that was just in silly children's games. I was 18 and obsessed with being tied up for as long as I could remember. I was enjoying myself in my own special way. To finish off one of my step mum's scarves was tied over my eyes. In my mouth was one of my clean white socks and my mouth was held shut around it very effectively with a wide strip of skin toned medical tape. rope went from my ankle bindings to my wrists which were also tied together behind my back. My ankles were tied with thin rope, the jeans lifted so that the rope was in contact with my skin and digging in a little, and my big toes were tied together with a shoelace. Two more belts were tied around my knees just above and jest below. I leather belt was wrapped around my chest and elbows pinning my arms against my body. I was lying on my bed in just a pair of jeans, or rather the jeans were the only clothes I was wearing as intended.
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