Story – ‘The TAG Kid’ Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Wednesday April 25th 2000

My aunt has encouraged me to keep a diary of my adventures, so I am starting.

She will help me with details so that I will have a complete record of the things that happen to me, and so will Derek who is my aunt’s partner, but this is mostly about what my aunt did to me last night.

My name is Samuel, but everyone calls me Sam. I just turned 22, and I’m a student in my senior year at college. My mother, Cindy, died when I was about five years old. My father re-married a couple of years later, a woman named Ruth who is my step-mother. I like Ruth, but she’s a bit straight-laced, and not like I remember my real mother who was happy and full of adventure.

Because the college I attend is about one hundred miles from home, during the school year I live with my Helen. She was the wife of my father’s brother who died in a car accident a few years ago. Aunt Helen hasn’t remarried, but she has a partner, Derek, who lives with her most of the time. Aunt Helen and Derek are what some call “free spirits.” They are practicing nudists, quite uninhibited, and much wilder than my step-mother who doesn’t entirely approve of their life style. I enjoy being with them as they have excellent computer equipment, a big television and a swimming pool. I’ve gotten used to seeing them naked around the house and in the swimming pool where they wear very little and sometimes nothing at all.

This is my senior year in college, and because I took heavy loads in my first three years, I have only a few classes and a fair amount of free time. One afternoon I was reading entries on a web page showing and talking about people being tied up. I had secretly enjoyed looking at bondage pictures – especially those showing men in bondage and dominant women. Suddenly, I was aware that my aunt was standing behind me looking over my shoulder. I was embarrassed, but I showed her the page, and we read some of the letters and looked at the pictures together. My aunt asked me if I enjoyed reading about people being tied up and I said that I did very much and that I had been fascinated by bondage for years. She asked if I had ever been tied up, and I said that I had a couple of times. I had a friend at the university who first showed me some bondage web pages and we tried a few tie-up-things, but then he moved away.

That was over two years ago. Since then I haven’t been able to find anyone who was interested.

Then my aunt surprised me and asked, “Would you like it if I tied you up?”

I was really embarrassed and said I didn’t think it would be such a good idea, but maybe. Then I dropped the subject and didn’t mention it again.

A few days ago was my twenty-second birthday. My aunt and uncle had a special dinner for me, inviting my father and step-mother and a few friends. After the party, my parents returned home, and then my aunt gave me another package. In it was a small red speedo swim suit. My aunt said she didn’t like my cut-offs (if Derek wears anything he wears a thong and she wears a string bikini when they are in their very private pool), and she thought I needed a proper suit when I was in their pool. She asked me to go and try it on. I did, and returned, a little shy about how I looked – the suit was unusually snug and it was the first time I had been in a speedo. “There’s no doubt that you’re a boy,” she said, looking at me and she laughed. Then I turned about as red as the swim suit.

Then she gave me another box, and I opened it. Inside I found rope and duct tape and a few other things.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“Well,” said my aunt, “as a special gift for your birthday Derek and I are going to tie you up.”

I couldn’t believe it Before I could stop myself I burst out,. “Really! When?”

“Right now.”

“Oh, then I’ll go and put my clothes back on.”

“No,” my aunt said, “It’s better with you in your new swim suit. Clothes get in the way. But you should go to the bathroom. It may be a little while before you can go again.”

I went to the bathroom, and then met them in the den in front of the television set where they went to work tying me up. Derek bound my hands behind my back while my aunt worked on my legs tying rope at my ankles, above and below my knees. They tied my upper arms to my body with tight wraps of rope around my chest. My aunt put lengths of duct tape over the rope on my wrist and ankles and she taped my fingers so that all of my hands were bound with tape and I couldn’t move my fingers. They tied a piece of rope to the rope that went around my chest, took it down between my legs and tied it to my hands in back, then up in front again and back to the chest ropes.

“Wow,” I said, “You are really tying me up good.”

My aunt said, “If you want to do something, do it right. The whole idea of being tied up is that it is inescapable. We wouldn’t want you to escape would we?.”

“I guess not,” I said. I wasn’t so sure about all this after all. But it was too late. There was no way I could get out now even if I wanted to. And I told myself, it was my dream and I had sorted of suggested that I would like them to do it.

My aunt produced a small ball, and told me to open my mouth.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“It’s a gag,” she said. “Now open your mouth.”

“I’ve never been gagged before,” I said. “I don’t think I want to be gagged.”

“It’s part of being tied up,” my aunt insisted. “You know – bound and gagged.

They go together. You can’t really have one without the other. If I remember correctly, all the people I saw you looking at on those web pages were gagged,” my aunt added.

So I opened my mouth wide. My aunt put the ball inside. It had a cord through it, and she fastened this around my face and behind my head so that I couldn’t push the ball out with my tongue. She told me to close my mouth as much as I could and get my lips close together while Derek put a rubber swim cap on my head. Then they wrapped duct tape all around my mouth – front to back and around and around covering everything from my nose down. More tape went under my chin and up over my head. The rubber cap kept the tape away from my hair.

When they had finished, I found I couldn’t say much of anything.

They laid me down on the floor, and tied my ankles to the rope that circled my chest. Derek said that the hog-tie would keep me from moving around too much.

Finished, they stood and looked me over. It was bound beyond my wildest dreams.

I could see the clock, it was about 6:30 PM.

My aunt took one more strip of duct tape and put it over my eyes.

“What a great looking birthday package,” my aunt said. Derek agreed. “And the birthday boy will have to open it by himself.”

I wondered what that meant.

My aunt and Derek went about their normal evening routine, watching television, having a drink, talking on the phone, and so on. You would have though it was perfectly normal to have a nearly-naked young man trussed up, gagged and hog-tied on the floor. They paid no attention to me at all.

I struggled, tried to free myself, tried to talk, and generally enjoyed myself finding that the feeling of being bound was very enjoyable. I really liked it. It was a feeling I can’t describe, but it gave me a sense of calm pleasure that was something I had never experienced before. The more I struggled, the better it felt.

But after a couple of hours, I was ready to be untied, but they just ignored me and the noises I made. I squirmed and tried even more to free myself, but got nowhere. So I thought I would just have to wait until they decided to free me. At ten o’clock, the late news started, which they always watched. I had been bound for 3 1/2 hours by then and was sure they would untie me fairly soon. Not much longer, I thought – surely they would untie me before they went to bed. I was feeling the need to go to the bathroom.

When the news ended I heard them turn off the television, and move around the room. My aunt said “It seems like the birthday boy has decided not to open his package. Guess he wants to stay that way. Good night Sam. Sleep well,” and I heard them walk out of the room turning off the lights. I couldn’t believe it. There I lay with no escape. My dream fantasy had become considerably more than I bargained for. I squirmed and made as much noise as I could, but nothing. I started to think that I would be all night that way. And my bladder was about to burst.

But after about 30 minutes, they returned, turned on the lights, and freed me.

They were laughing and my aunt said, “Did you think you would be here all night?”

“I sure did,” I answered.

“Did you enjoy being tied up?” my aunt asked.

“Yes,” I said “It was great. All I ever had before was my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied at my ankles. It was really something!

I can’t describe how wonderful it felt, but I loved every minute of it.”

“Well, happy birthday,” my aunt said. “Now go to bed.”

In the morning at breakfast I again went on and on about how much I had enjoyed being tied up.

My aunt and Derek told me something interesting. They said they would be willing to tie me up any time I asked if it was something I enjoyed. But there was one thing. Once tied up, they would not free me until they wanted to, and it might be a few hours or maybe a whole weekend. I would never know when they would tie me up and they would not tell me before I was bound and gagged. If I ever refused to let them tie me up, they would never do it again.

I thought about it for a while, remembered how great I felt the night before, and then I agreed to their terms.

My aunt confessed that she really enjoyed being in charge of me while I was tied up. For years she had wanted to experiment with bondage on Derek, but he had refused. So she would now get a chance to experiment on me. She smiled and winked at him. I wondered what she would do next. So now I wait for that next time.