Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2006 11:32:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: marina flakes <marina_tete@yahoo.com>
Subject: tied up

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.