barbara : 04 - A little joke (m/f)
Posted: Wed May 22, 2019 4:52 pm
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04 - A little joke
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By barbara
Wed Jul 22 14:28:54 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998
Hello. Here Barbara again from Italy.
What's the weather like there in USA? Here it is nice, warmish, and very suitable for boys and girls willing to play outdoor tieup games. I believe that at the moment there are a lot of them who enjoy to play cowboys and indians or robbers and cops. Who knows how many girls will get tied up and gagged like me, when I was 8 and learnt for the first time the grasp of the ropes around my wrists and the helplessness of not being able to speak because a gag. Here for you a story of those carefree years.
A little joke
It was in summer and I was 10 or 11. I liked very much playing with my brother and our friends outdoors in the countryside. We run all the day among wild flowers, meadows and trees. There weren't different roles: boys and girls were all the same. I remember a bright, sunny morning when we had planned to go to the river 2 miles away from our houses. We were allowed by our parents to bathe all togheter in a little inlet where the water was always calm and very little deep. After the swim we were all sat in our bathing-suit on a little glade and we were talking of this and that when a friend (whose name is Renato) suggested to play a game he had invented. Every one had to take the clothes of another one and to hide them somewhere.
Then we would start to search for them and if the clothes of a person got found, that person would get prisoner of the one had found his or her clothes. Obviously it was forbidden to find the same clothes everyone had hidden. I didn't know they had come to an agreement before and when we started to play I run hoping to find my clothes first.
But they had planned to make a dirty trick to me. Indeed, after a while Renato found my clothes and told me that as I had become his prisoner he would tie me up so I didn't run away while he continued with the search of others clothes. He had some ropes and I didn't wonder why he was so organized. I only thought that briefly there would be a lot of us tied up like me, and as I had enjoyed being tied up before, during others games, I willingly agreed to be bound.
He had me to stay with my back against a little tree and then tied my wrists up behind the trunk. Then tied my ankles up as well to the trunk. Other people were all somewhere searcing the hidden clothes. He said hello to me and left. So there I was alone, wearing only my bathing-suit, tied up to a tree. In the distance I could hear the voices of my fiends while searching the clothes.
After a while one of them came to sit in front of me saying he had find his own clothes and indeed he was wearing them. Then another one came to sit in front of me telling the same, then another one and in a little time all of them were sitting around the tree where I was tied up and all of them were wearing their clothes, except the one whose clothes I had hidden. They were all laughing and Renato said that as I was the only person that got prisoner I couldn't be freed untill I would say where I had hidden the missing clothes.
I fully realized the trick they had made to me and was a little angry but at the same time I was quite pleased with that situation and was enjoying to be helpless in front of them.
So I said that I never would reveal where the missing clothes had been hidden. Renato said that in that case I wouldn't get free and as I started to complain about the trick they had made to me he said that it would be better to gag me for a while. In a minute he gagged me with a handkerchief which he kept pressed into my mouth with my two stockings bound together. The knot went above the handkerchief just bettween my teeth. Only after they had teased me for an half hour saying that they never would free me if I didn't try to do it hard by myself, (and i'm sure they watched my stuggles very willingly) Renato untied the knots. And before coming back to our houses I said where the missing clothes had been hidden.
That was a fanny day which I still remember with a great pleasure.
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barbara's stories
04 - A little joke
Story index at the bottom
By barbara
Wed Jul 22 14:28:54 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998
Hello. Here Barbara again from Italy.
What's the weather like there in USA? Here it is nice, warmish, and very suitable for boys and girls willing to play outdoor tieup games. I believe that at the moment there are a lot of them who enjoy to play cowboys and indians or robbers and cops. Who knows how many girls will get tied up and gagged like me, when I was 8 and learnt for the first time the grasp of the ropes around my wrists and the helplessness of not being able to speak because a gag. Here for you a story of those carefree years.
A little joke
It was in summer and I was 10 or 11. I liked very much playing with my brother and our friends outdoors in the countryside. We run all the day among wild flowers, meadows and trees. There weren't different roles: boys and girls were all the same. I remember a bright, sunny morning when we had planned to go to the river 2 miles away from our houses. We were allowed by our parents to bathe all togheter in a little inlet where the water was always calm and very little deep. After the swim we were all sat in our bathing-suit on a little glade and we were talking of this and that when a friend (whose name is Renato) suggested to play a game he had invented. Every one had to take the clothes of another one and to hide them somewhere.
Then we would start to search for them and if the clothes of a person got found, that person would get prisoner of the one had found his or her clothes. Obviously it was forbidden to find the same clothes everyone had hidden. I didn't know they had come to an agreement before and when we started to play I run hoping to find my clothes first.
But they had planned to make a dirty trick to me. Indeed, after a while Renato found my clothes and told me that as I had become his prisoner he would tie me up so I didn't run away while he continued with the search of others clothes. He had some ropes and I didn't wonder why he was so organized. I only thought that briefly there would be a lot of us tied up like me, and as I had enjoyed being tied up before, during others games, I willingly agreed to be bound.
He had me to stay with my back against a little tree and then tied my wrists up behind the trunk. Then tied my ankles up as well to the trunk. Other people were all somewhere searcing the hidden clothes. He said hello to me and left. So there I was alone, wearing only my bathing-suit, tied up to a tree. In the distance I could hear the voices of my fiends while searching the clothes.
After a while one of them came to sit in front of me saying he had find his own clothes and indeed he was wearing them. Then another one came to sit in front of me telling the same, then another one and in a little time all of them were sitting around the tree where I was tied up and all of them were wearing their clothes, except the one whose clothes I had hidden. They were all laughing and Renato said that as I was the only person that got prisoner I couldn't be freed untill I would say where I had hidden the missing clothes.
I fully realized the trick they had made to me and was a little angry but at the same time I was quite pleased with that situation and was enjoying to be helpless in front of them.
So I said that I never would reveal where the missing clothes had been hidden. Renato said that in that case I wouldn't get free and as I started to complain about the trick they had made to me he said that it would be better to gag me for a while. In a minute he gagged me with a handkerchief which he kept pressed into my mouth with my two stockings bound together. The knot went above the handkerchief just bettween my teeth. Only after they had teased me for an half hour saying that they never would free me if I didn't try to do it hard by myself, (and i'm sure they watched my stuggles very willingly) Renato untied the knots. And before coming back to our houses I said where the missing clothes had been hidden.
That was a fanny day which I still remember with a great pleasure.
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barbara's stories
- 01 - A tie up story from Italy (m/f)
- 02 - Carlo and me (m/f)
- 03 - Surprising Babysitting Session (m/f)
- 04 - A little joke (m/f)