I lay panting on the bed wondering, as usual when I was in this or a similar situation, who the hell in their right mind would allow themselves to get as frustrated as I was in my current position! That position was being tied in a very strict hog-tie and trying to get enough air after my efforts to escape even though, from many previous experiences, I knew it was futile to try.



My rope bonds had been very professionally applied. Ankles firmly roped and cinched; wrists similarly bound and then the two pulled tightly together with the knots carefully placed well out of reach of my searching fingers. More ropes were expertly tied around my knees and my elbows were pulled as close together as was possible for a rather inflexible middle aged man. All this just added to the severity of the hog-tie.



Under all the ropes was a shiny black latex cat-suit and inside that I was sweating freely from the exertions of trying to escape. To add to my discomfort Beth had gagged me by packing my mouth with a pair of her silky panties. She had carefully used her thumbs to pack the material in until my cheeks were bulging. Showing some pity she had held a small piece of cloth at the back of my head before she applied three inch wide shiny black adhesive tape in several tight bands around my head to hold in the silken salty tasting gag. Getting the tape off of my hair would pose a real problem. On top of all this I was wearing a black leather head harness strapped so tightly so that it was impossible for me to spit out the panties or remove the gag in any way.



To complete my discomfort Beth had forced on a very tight thick black latex hood. This fitted like a second skin over my face and head after the rear zipper was fastened and the laces tightened. Beth was a very thorough and detailed lady!



The eye openings in the hood were closed but there were two small ones under my nose that allowed me to breathe through my nostrils.



As I lay there completely helpless and totally dependent upon Beth, I remembered that it had not always been like this. My thoughts went back to when I first met her some twelve years ago.



I was then thirty years old and just over a rather acrimonious divorce. She was twenty seven and had lost her husband two years previously when he died from a sudden heart attack at the extremely early age of 28.



Beth and I went out together for a few weeks, enjoying each other’s company, while we both insisted that our relationship was not serious and neither was expecting any commitment from the other. Of course it didn’t stay that way and soon we realised that we loved each other and both wanted to make a deeper relationship work.



Once I realised my feelings for her I decided to tell Beth of my interest in bondage so there would be no secrets between us.



One evening I sat her down with a bottle of wine between us and started my story.



When I was a very young child my father was an engineer responsible for building factories that made specialised equipment. This meant he made regular long trips abroad. My mother was a nurse and worked very long hours every day. I had a sister who was four years older than me and an cousin named Dawn, who was the daughter of my aunt, looked us after.



I can remember as a child being looked after most of the time by Dawn. When I was very young she and my sister Karen used to treat me as a toy and dress me in dresses and other girls clothes. At that age I knew no different and to me it felt quite normal. I suppose I must have enjoyed the attention heaped upon me by the girls because I continued to let them fuss and dress me even when I was old enough to know better.



We lived in a largish village in the countryside. All of the children used to play together in those days regardless of age or sex. Some of the games were cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers and the like. These games required two teams; one went out and tried to hide from the others. When anyone was caught they were usually tied up in some way whether they were boys or girls. At first I just tagged along and didn’t take part as I was too young. I gradually got to understand the games and helped whichever team either my sister or Dawn was in.



As I got a bit older I clearly remember one day them telling me that I was a robber and sending me out with the other kids on the team to hide. A boy named Peter caught me easily and he tied my hands behind my back and then to a fence-post before going off to catch more thieves. Strangely enough I wasn’t scared and just felt really involved in the game. As the months passed we played many times and I was always included even though I was much younger than the others.



I don’t know whether it was by chance or design but I was always a baddy and always got caught and was duly fastened up. Sometimes it would be a girl that caught me and I remember that it felt different when they tied up me up. I have to be honest and admit that at the time I didn’t know why.



This went on quite innocently for some months and during this time Dawn was old enough to get a job. So I was left in the care of my sister Karen. I guess I would have been about eleven by this time and had started to become aware that girls were different than boys. Still, I was very naïve for my age.



Karen had a best friend called Jill who was not a very attractive girl. Some people unkindly used to say that my sister was only friends with her because Jill made my sister look even more beautiful than she was. Jill was much bigger than Karen even though they were about the same age.



The games still went on and I was still nearly always on the side being chased. By this time I was enjoying the results so much that I tried to engineer what happened. As there were always more kids wanting to chase than be chased, it wasn’t difficult for me to do this. My sister, however, used to hate being caught and tied and would do anything to avoid it happening.









One day, when I was about thirteen, we were all going out to play when it started to rain so the game was called off and every one went their separate ways except my sister, Jill and me. We stayed at our house and played board games and other things for a while. Then Jill suggested we played tying up in the house. Karen was a little unsure while I wanted to play but tried not to let it be too obvious.



Finally, since Karen didn’t like being tied up and Jill was bigger than both of us, they decided that the two of them would tie me up. We had a large cellar at our house that would be the best place to do it. There was some old furniture stored down there and the two girls found a very sturdy old wooden chair.



I was told to sit down and they found several pieces of rope they used to tie me tightly to the chair. I didn’t try to struggle or stop them and they took their time tying me thoroughly with my wrists fastened to the back of the chair and my ankles to the front legs. More rope held my elbows and knees to the heavy chair.



When they had finished they inspected my bonds and laughed. At this stage I was unsure what would happen next perhaps expecting them to leave my tied for a few minutes while they teased me then let me go. But after a few minutes of giggling they went up into the house leaving me in the darkness on my own.



It was a strange feeling. I was scared - but then again, I wasn’t. In fact I was quite enjoying the feeling of helplessness but I was scared that they would go out and leave me until my mother came home and found me. Those two feelings remain with me even to this day.



Of course I tried to escape and thrashing around and trying to reach the knots but they had fastened me too well. I guess they left me like that for about an hour before coming back down stairs laughing. Strangely, I was both relieved and upset at the same time when they released me.



That episode led to many others. One night, when Karen and I were on our own, she asked me if I would like to be tied up. This was surprising because it had always been Jill that had suggested those games before, but I immediately agreed. We went down to the cellar and she told me she was going too put me in a hog-tie. The two of them had tied me like that before so I knew what to expect. Somehow Karen seemed much more intense that night and tied me really tightly; by now both she and Jill knew how to tie ropes properly.



Karen tied my ankles and then cinched my wrists together behind my back. My knees were fastened and lastly my elbows were pulled tightly together. Another rope was threaded through my ankles and up to my wrists and pulled extremely tight; so much that my wrists were almost touching my ankles.



My sister brought out a large white handkerchief and stuffed it firmly in my mouth. Then she brought out a roll of wide medical tape that must have been brought in by my mother. She wound this tightly across my mouth. I had never been gagged properly before. sometimes I had been loosely gagged when playing games but that was usually with a scarf. This was completely different.



I was helpless and knew already that I wouldn’t be able to escape. Then Jill came in and, strangely enough, this time I was embarrassed. I don’t know why because she had been responsible for tying me up so many times before. When she saw me, Jill laughed as usual then she told Karen to go as she would look after me now. Karen stared at me for a long moment then waved goodbye and left me alone with Jill. I was much older before I figured out that my sister and her friend had set me up.



Jill told me Karen was going out to meet a boyfriend and that she would look after me. During my useless efforts to escape I had rolled on to my side and Jill bent down and easily heaved me back on my stomach.



As she turned me over I was immediately became aware that I had an erection and as she rolled me on to it I winced and mumbled into my gag. Just like any boy of my age I had previously experienced erections but never in front of anyone, and certainly not a girl. Jill saw me shudder and rolled me back on my side. Seeing the bulge in my pants she laughed and I blushed with embarrassment.



As I said earlier Jill was not a very pretty girl. She was however very big for her age and quite well developed. She stroked the outside of my pants over the bulge; I tried to pull away but was unable to. She knew that I was embarrassed and that I was sexually naïve. She laughed even more and started to take off her blouse. I could do nothing but watch her she was wearing a white bra that appeared to me to be straining to contain her breasts. They were much bigger than my sisters. I once caught a quick glimpse of Karen in the altogether as I burst into the bathroom on her. Jill unzipped the side of her navy blue skirt and let it fall almost on my face. She was wearing thin white panties that seemed tight on her.



Just then my sister came into the cellar having been stood up by her boyfriend. I was full of mixed emotions. Jill just laughed when Karen asked her what she was doing. She just said that she was just teasing me and wasn’t going to do anything. Then pointed at the now even larger bulge in my trousers.



My sister looked at me for a few moments and then burst out laughing herself. Jill, still in bra and panties bent over and slid down the zip on my pants. Out popped my erect penis and they both doubled up laughing.



Jill looked at Karen, Should I?”.



“What? said Karen



“You know. said Jill.



You mean . said Karen.



“Yes laughed Jill. He has to learn sometime. Why not now?”



Karen looked undecided. Well I’m not doing it.”



Jill chuckled and said. OK then I will.”



She knelt beside me and, as I tried helplessly to pull away, she grabbed hold of my penis and started to stroke it gently. I was surprised that it was so pleasant but then I saw Karen’s face and it made me embarrassed again.



Jill just kept stroking me, increasing the speed until, all of a sudden, something happened to me and I spurted out into Jill’s hand.