Disclaimer: the story contains acts of bondage between females. If that offends you please don't read. All feedback is welcomed at: marina_tete@yahoo.com Tied up.
This story revolves around the first time I have ever been tied up, and to do that I must turn back to what exactly got me into bondage. At first when I was young -about 7 years old- I always fantasized of being under someone else's control, to obey their orders and please them and in return they would protect and love me. The very thought of bondage registered in my brain when I played with my friends and they hold me and tickle my body(I was very ticklish), this created some sort of familiarization with the thought of being tied up. When I got older, my friends and I would do some dares and bet on who will win; these dares included surviving in mild bondage without crying or asking for help. Children as we were the ropes would be tied very loosely and I would get sad almost every time because I escaped their bondage.
Bondage at the time was merely a game to me, a game that I wished to become stronger and more frequent in my life; I continued to wish till I grew up into an adolescent (at time very early from my peers) and my thoughts changed. I was no longer satisfied with the stunts I did with my friends or the fantasy world I lived in inside my mind, I needed the real thing. I came into contact with the fact that there are lifestyles for people like me who loved to be tied but from where I come from and my parents this was totally out of question. I couldn't ask them or search for information. They were really honest with me regarding sex and the whole where children come from thing and how to keep myself safe but with anything out of their "ordinary" sex life was a major taboo.
My real breakthrough was through a break alright, in some summer-perhaps I was 14- I caused my self a disaster of breaking both of my legs and possible hernia in my vertebral column (it wasn't really bad) through jumping into a rock at the sea. At first, I was devastated my life was over and the doctors weren't sure if I would be able to walk and regain my health again. Of course I had to stay in a hospital for surgeries and stuff, but I wasn't so happy about it. I was very cranky and gave the people there real hard time when I was going in and out of surgeries. But when things cooled down a bit, and I was placed in my own room; I adapted to the situation.
The reason behind that change is primarily because I was kept in bondage at all times. Both of my legs were held inside some contraptions in the bed and I couldn't move them around (to speed up healing) and my hands were clasped around a handle that came from the ceiling to get me to sit up straight and prevent damage to my spinal cord. I knew this bondage was purely therapeutic but it was the tightest bondage I experienced at the time so I got calmer than I have ever been and got excited by any movement or touch near me. All the people noticed the change but I guess no one thought of this reason.
I changed from hating any person's touch, into craving it on my bound body. When a doctor or a nurse touches me even to check my progress or to bathe me I would get horny and excited. After a month from m admission to the hospital my friends were allowed to see me. When they walked in the room (two boys and a girl) I could see they were shocked.
I was tied down to a bed and my legs were surrounded with strange contraptions but I looked really happy. The boys sat down on two chairs next to my bed and the girl Phoebe (who is my best friend by the way) sat on the bed beside me. They stayed with me for about an hour chatting about everything but I could see Phoebe wasn't really concentrating; she was continually looking at me and idly passing her fingers through my hair. The boys left after a while and she said she was staying with me.
She stayed with me for the whole day and didn't leave till I was sleeping; I woke up the next morning to find her sitting beside my bed watching me. She fed me breakfast that day, although I was able to do it myself, saying I should be pampered to get better. And when was time for the nurse to bathe me, she convinced the nurse to take a break and she will do it. She pulled my cover away and stared at my body. I was naked underneath because it was very hot at the time. She made all her jokes about me being dirty and in need for washing. I laughed along with her but I was burning with lust from inside; I felt my pussy was getting soaked and was sure she could see it. She made that obvious by saying I got my dream to come true. (Before my accident I told her about my bondage fantasies and she said they were very hot and wished to help me out but I didn't understand what she meant).
Now I understood, she was going to help me fulfill my fantasy of bondage. She took a soft washcloth and ran it with her hands all over my body, she would stop at my breast for a few minutes and when my breathing gets ragged she moves away quickly while pinching my body with her hands. (At my state that was all the teasing she could do). This bath went on for an hour through which she bathed me and conditioned every piece available from my skin.
Her visits to me at the hospital went on all through my time there (about two months) and when it was time for me to leave the hospital she moved in with my family to take care of me. In the time she stayed with me our understanding got better and we got to know almost everything about each other. In the course of a few days she came p to me about her having some tendency towards bondage herself. She didn't say out loud but I also thought she got excited by seeing me tied, so I would ask her to tie me up and let her play with me a little by little when I got stronger.
By the time school started again; I was nearly healed and the doctors allowed doing almost everything which lead to the advancement of our fantasy. We got bolder with our bondage and she would add a few smacks here and there to excite me up. Phoebe satisfied my lust for bondage, and this lead to a rise in our grades. Convincing our parents that we should study at a major university which was far from where we lived, our request was granted and they even paid for a separate double room for us in which we advanced in learning the secrets of bondage.
-The End-
I wrote this story for someone I hope it might help him and I really apologize for the delay.