Story – ‘The TAG Kid’ Chapter 2

Tied up in a red speedo

Tuesday, April 30, 2000

To My Diary

After the first time my Aunt and Derek tied me up, my aunt and I spent some time looking at pictures on web pages for ideas on how to tie me up the second time. We had a bargain that she and her partner, Derek, can tie me up any time they want, any way they want, for as long as they want but I had to wait until she and my Derek were ready.

My aunt assured me that when she and Derek tie me up, they would never leave me alone for very long. But, my aunt said, nothing else would be negotiated.

She said that there was more to being tied up than just rope and tape. She said that the person being tied up must totally give over control to the person doing the tying, like it or not and there needed to be a lot of trust.

If she and Derek tied me up, they would decide when they would do it, where they would do it, and how long I would be bound and gagged – she said I would always be gagged because the gag really stops the person being tied up from having any control. The next time I would be tied for at least a couple of hours, and it might be “much much much” longer (she said much all three times). She added that they would never keep me tied up so that I missed any college classes or suffered any physical harm.

Also they would say what I would wear, whether it was pants, shorts, a swim suit, a thong, a jockstrap or nothing! All of that was part of the game. She said I had one more chance to back out and that I needed to be sure what I was getting myself into. If I wanted to go on with the game I would have to agree to those terms or she and my Derek would not tie me up. I asked if she might really tie me up with nothing on, and she said that she might – it was my gamble. My aunt said that nobody should let anyone tie them up who they did not trust. She said I should think it over and be sure that being tied up was something I wanted – considering the conditions she was laying out. If I really wanted it, I should tell her and, with Derek’s help, she would do it.

I thought about it for a day, and decided that my aunt and Derek would never do anything to really hurt me, so that night at dinner I said, “I agreed before, I’ve thought if over again, and I would like you to tie me up again.”

“Do you agree to the conditions?” my aunt asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“What are the conditions?”

“You can tie me up when you want, where you want, for as long as you want, wearing anything you want. If you say you want to tie me up and I refuse, you will never tie me up again.”

“OK,” she said and that ended the conversation.

Friday came, and I thought they might tie me up Friday night, but nothing happened. We watched television, and I talked on the phone with some people in one of my classes. I also have friends from the school soccer team (I am a minor player on the soccer team in the Fall) and I decided to go to a movie Saturday afternoon with two friends, and then out for a burger and a shake.

Saturday morning my aunt fixed breakfast, and since it was a warm sunny day, all three of us went out for a swim. My aunt suggested that I wear my new red speedo – so I did and Derek wore his black thong and my aunt wore her little string bikini-thong. At about ten-thirty, we got out of the pool, and walked into the house.

I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, my aunt said, “Sam, come here and sit in this chair.” It was one of four large wooden chairs that sat in the kitchen – despite being heavy, they moved around easily because they have wheels on all four legs.

I sat in the chair, and my aunt appeared with pieces of rope. She began tying my wrists to the arms of the chair. Derek took more rope and tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair. They tied my arms to the chair’s arms very securely. I didn’t say anything but I knew what they were doing. They took long pieces of rope and wrapped them around my chest and around the chair securing me to it. Another wrap of rope surrounded my belly and around the chair. Rope at my knees tied them apart to the supports to the arms of the chair. Then they took duct tape and wrapped it around all of the rope ties including the ones around my body. I was securely tied to the chair and only able to squirm and move a little. They didn’t put anything in my mouth, but they put strips of tape on my mouth to keep it closed.

When they were done, my aunt and Derek pushed the chair out of the kitchen onto the patio next to the swimming pool. They put me in a shady spot, and then went about enjoying the day, leaving me bound and gagged in the chair.

With my feet, I could move the chair around a little, but not much else. The tape seemed insufficient to hold my mouth shut – when I tried to push it away it started coming lose. My aunt always saw this and occasionally reinforced it with more tape..

While Derek read his newspaper, watched me, and stretched out on his chaise lounge, my aunt swim, and then sat on her chaise and talked on the phone. I sat and watched – couldn’t do much else. They seemed to be enjoying a lazy Saturday. I was enjoying being tied up and wondering what would happen and how long I would remain their prisoner.

At Noon, Derek wheeled me into the kitchen and up to the kitchen table. My aunt fixed sandwiches and ice-tea. When they sat down, still in only their tiny swim suits, Derek looked at me and said, “I’m going to remove the tape on your mouth, Sam. But if you say so much as one word, the tape goes back on and stays and no more food or anything to drink for the rest of the time that you’re tied up. Do you understand?”

I nodded and grunted that I understood.

Off came the tape, and while they ate, my aunt fed me a sandwich and tea. When they were finished, my aunt stood, and came over to me. She had the roll of tape, and he tore off long pieces and again taped up my mouth – more securely than before.

Then Derek rolled the chair into the bathroom. There he reached down into my swim suit and untied the drawstring, pulling the suit down in front. He held a cup up to me, and said that if I needed to pee, I should do so. I did – embarrassed, but relieved. It was the first time anyone except a doctor had touched my penis. When I was done, he pulled up the swim suit, and retied it.

Then he wheeled me out onto the patio where my aunt was on the phone again.

“Rick and Angela are coming over,” she said to Derek. They’ll swim and stay for dinner.

The Petersons are my aunt and Derek’s best friends, and they come over often.

My aunt and Derek and the Petersons frequently go to nudist camps together, and they sometimes even go naked here at my Aunt’s swimming pool. In addition, they are the parents of my most recent girlfriend, Julie. My parents and I have also gone to nudist camps, but never when my aunt and Derek or the Petersons and Julie were there I was sad as I figured that my aunt and Derek would have to untie me before the guests arrived. Certainly they wouldn’t let anyone else see me trussed up that way. But I was wrong. After about an hour, the doorbell rang, and Derek went to answer. Shortly he and the Petersons walked out onto the patio. They must have seen me, but gave no indication that they did or that anything was unusual. I was relieved that Julie wasn’t with them, and hoped they wouldn’t tell her about seeing me tied up. I feared she would think me something of a freak and never see me again. Julie is a good looking girl, and fun to be with. I hoped to take her out more in the future.

Rick Peterson immediately stripped down to his swim suit – a very small speedo-type suit, and jumped into the pool saying he had waited all day for a swim. His wife, also in a tiny bikini, followed, and shortly all four of them were in the pool while I sat and watched.

After their swim, they sat in chairs or on chaise lounges and chatted, ignoring me entirely.

After a while, Derek wheeled me into the bathroom again and pulled down my suit so I could pee again. I did. Then it was back to the pool deck. And that was the way I spent the afternoon – watching them have a good time, swim off and on, and chatter about different things – politics, sports, whatever while I remained tied to the chair and gagged.

At one point the phone rang and Derek answered. It turned out it was my soccer friends wondering when I would come so we could go to the movie.

“Tell the whole team to come over,” my aunt said. “They might like to see how Sam works out on Saturdays.”

I grunted and shook my head – terrified that she was serious and that he would do it.

Derek said, “Sorry, but it turns out that Sam’s tied up this afternoon and can’t go. He’ll call you later when he can talk and explain.” I couldn’t believe Derek said that but he has a strange sense of humor and he and my aunt love making puns and plays on words.

At dinner time my aunt and Derek fired up the broiler on the patio, and they fixed chicken. The Petersons had brought salad and there was bread. When it was ready, they sat at a table on the patio – five of us when my chair was added.

Again, Derek told me that he would remove the tape-gag but it would stay off only so long as I said nothing. One word and it would go back and stay. They fed me dinner, and I remained silent, but after a drink of juice, I forgot and said, “Thanks.”

Derek stood, walked into the kitchen, returned with the roll of tape and the ball they had used the first time they tied me up. He also had the rubber swim cap.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I forgot.”

They said nothing – none of them.

“Please don’t gag me,” I said. “I’m still hungry. It won’t happen again.”

On went the cap and Derek said “Open your mouth.”

As my aunt smiled, I opened my mouth and in went the ball. Then came the wraps of duct tape, around and around my head below my nose. Under my chin and up over the top of my head. Then around front to back again. This time I was really gagged for good. Then he took tape and wrapped it over my forehead and around the chair, securing my head tight to the chair. Another wrap at the level of my mouth and around the chair really held me firmly.

They finished their meal as if nothing had happened. As it was getting cooler, everyone put on more clothes over their swim suits, and we all went into the house with Derek pushing my chair. Again he took me to the bathroom.

He asked if I needed to do more than pee, and I shook my head, no.

The Petersons stayed well into the evening while they watched television and chatted. Then the Petersons went home.

I had been bound and gagged since around ten thirty in the morning – and it was then nine-thirty at night, so I had been tied up for eleven hours. At that point, my aunt and Derek untied me from the chair and let me stand. They tied my hands behind my back and wrapped my wrists with duct tape. They left the gag, but otherwise didn’t do anything more.

At bed time, Derek took me to the bathroom, and then he told me to go to bed, and so I did. I lay on my bed with my hands tied and my gag in place. I thought one of them would come in and untie me after a little while, but it was well after midnight before my aunt came in. She asked if I wanted to be untied, and I grunted and nodded my head and tried to say, “Yes.”

“Well, okay,” she said, “If you really want to stay that way I’ll untie you in the morning, and she left.

So I stayed tied and gagged all night. In the morning my aunt came in and said, “Good morning Bee-Bee. How’s the Tag Kid today?” She laughed and then she untied my hands. She left, and I removed the gag, got up and got dressed.

It was Sunday. When I got to the table Derek said, “How’s Bee-Bee today?”

“I don’t get the “Bee-Bee” stuff,” I said.

“Bondage Boy,” Derek said.

“It’s his new nickname for you,” said my aunt laughing. “We think it’s clever.”

“When you were in high school you were a TAG student,” Derek added. “Talent and gifted, if I remember. Now you’re a TAG student here – Tied-up And Gagged.” Then he really laughed. “Bee-Bee, the TAG Kid.”

My aunt and Derek asked me if I had enjoyed being tied up all day and all night. I said that I was stiff and a little sore, but that it had been fun. I couldn’t explain why the feeling of being tied was enjoyable and for sure it “excited” me – something they must have noticed since I was wearing only the tight speedo. It was a feeling I can’t describe, but I found it a thrill and a pleasure at the same time. And I agreed with Derek that not knowing what would happen added to the fun.

What had the Petersons thought? Nothing much, said my aunt. They said that if I liked being tied up, I was getting what I enjoyed, and it didn’t bother them at all. They said it certainly kept me out of trouble.

I told my aunt and Derek that I didn’t need to think it over at all – I wanted to be tied up again — something different if possible. Further, I said they could tie me up any time they wanted, without my asking. “Surprise me,” I said.

“Well,” said my aunt. “We already have an agreement, and that’s exactly what we intend to do. There’s nothing you can do to stop it now unless you refuse, and then it’s all over.”

“Great,” I said. “And I understand the conditions. Any time you want, anywhere you want, for as long as you want, wearing whatever you want – and now, without warning and without my asking.”

“Well,” said my aunt, “There’s one more thing, Bee-Bee. If we start to tie you up now and then, it’s too late to change your mind, no matter what. If you start this, you can’t call it off.”

“Okay with me,” I said.

And that’s the way we left it.

And that ended my second experience with bondage. I wonder what they will do next time.

~ by heavybondage on June 22, 2010.

2 Responses to “Story – ‘The TAG Kid’ Chapter 2”

  1. This post is great. I am not sure I would want my aunt to be into tying me up. I will say my cousin and I are into the same thing and we have tied, chained each other up. Great ideas from this story. Like the humiliation factor too. I will have to keep a diary.

  2. I so love this series.

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