By Louetta

I tie myself up and get yummy feelings all over. Couldn't quite
get all the way off.



I don't have a clear picture of the first time I was tied up. I
know my brothers did it to me and I did it with my friends. I do
know that every time I had at least some clothes on, though maybe
just a swimsuit. But I also know I discovered that the less I had
on the more I enjoyed it. The best was when I just had my
underpants on because it let me rub my bare chest and bare tummy
against whatever I was lying on and if I was tied so I could
spread my knees I could at least come close to rubbing my pussy
and that felt the best of all. The warmth from my pussy would
slowly spread throughout my whole body and I could feel the
pressure on my bare nipples talk back to my insides down below.

It was fun doing it with other people. With the girls we could
tie each other up and watch what we did and compare notes later
on about what felt best and how we liked to be tied. With the
boys there was also the strange attraction of sharing a little
secret with them and being under their power while we were tied
up. The boys always liked us to show a little more skin than we
were used to and that added to the little glow we felt inside us.

It wasn't long before I wanted to experience these yummy feelings
more and more so I began experimenting with tieing myself up so I
could do it any time I wanted. Doing it myself also allowed me to
be completely naked and the feelings I felt being tied in the
nude were even yummier. I could better control exactly what my
pussy felt and doing it myself I could be as naked as a jaybird
nobody could share my nakedness. All I needed was privacy and
during the summer I could get that every morning when the house
was empty later on in the morning. So once a day I'd experience
all the joys I could get from my naked body.

Each morning I'd go work with Claudia in the barns and then
around ten head back to our house after everyone else had left.
I'd go up to my room and strip naked and get my ropes out of the
bottom of my sock drawer. I had also made myself a very effective
blindfold using a scarf. Later on I'd also use the sash from my
bathrobe to help me manipulate my pussy to best advantage.

I'd stand in front of my mirror and look at my naked body. I
couldn't wait to have tits and hair between my eager thighs but I
made the best use of what I had. I had nipples and I knew they
were connected to the dewy little slit between my legs. I had
nice little muscles for a girl in my shoulders and arms from my
swimming and my tummy was flat as a board. My chest was flat as a
board to for different reasons but my belly button made a nice
little triangle in the mirror with my pink nipples. I was already
tall and the sleekness up my thighs gave way to the silky little
area that surrounded my by now slightly moist little cunt. I'd
raise my arms above my head and my underarms would be wet too
from the heat of the summer. I wasn't sure what it meant to feel
horny but I was pretty sure what I felt just then was something
like it.

Time to start before somebody came home. I would hop up on the
bed with four sections of rope, each about five feet long, my
blindfold and, when I first started, before I learned to use my
bathrobe sash to better pleasure my ripe little quim, my favorite
teddy. Teddy was not there just for reassurance. I'd lay three
strands of rope and my blindfold out lengthwise on the bed and
then sit next to them and bind my ankles using the fourth rope
strand. At first I'd tie my ankles with my calfs side by side so
my thighs would lie close together and I could squeeze teddy into
my crotch nice and tight. That worked fine. I could of course tie
my own ankles as tightly as I pleased. Then I would tie the end
of one of the other three strands around my ankle ropes.

Next I would tie the third section of rope around my tummy just
above my hips with the tail of the rope in the middle of my lower
back level with the crack in my bum. Then I would put my
blindfold on. Next I would lie on my back and draw the free end
of the tummy rope through the crack in my ass, insert my teddy
firmly between my legs right up against my girlhood, and secure
him firmly in place by tieing the free end of my tummy rope
around the part of the rope that came in between my belly button
and my cunt. Then I would pick up the last strand of rope and tie
one end firmly around my right wrist.

All of that was pretty easy. Now came the harder part, the part I
could never do as well as I would have liked. I would roll on my
tummy and bring my wrists together behind my back. Then, as best
I could, I would flip the rope tied around my right wrist over my
left and then down under both wrists then try to flip it over the
top of both and pull it tight as best I could. Then I'd repeat
the flipping process best I could threading the rope between my
wrists, over and under the rope going over and under my wrists
and tighten it all as best I could manage. Then I would tie the
end off in like half a square knot.

It didn't work great, I could escape fairly easily but I got
better with practice and my swimming flexibility helped a lot.
But the best part was that all the while I was doing this
business on my tummy, my teddy was rubbing firmly against my by
now quivering mountain flower; my bare tits were rubbing against
the bed and I could feel the heat rising in my body. The final
step in the tieing operation was to swing my ankles quickly up
toward my tight little bum and get a hold of the other end of the
rope I had tied to the rope which bound my ankles. Then I would
pull that over the top of the rope that bound my wrists and then
down under it and as best I could with bound wrists pull on it to
get my ankles up against my bum and tie the rope off to hold them
there. Not easy with tied wrists but it worked OK as long as I
didn't really try to get away.

Now I was off and running. Hogtied as best I could manage, my
teddy at work on my girlhood, my soft white bosom rubbing against
the bed spread. In addition to my increasing horniness I felt the
delicious little tension that comes with the fear I might be
discovered. If I was lucky it would be by my sister. A little
less lucky one of my older brothers, they had no interest in
seeing little sister in the nude. Next luckiest would be my
father. He might think I was strange but he knew girls got horny
too. I'm not sure I wanted him to see me naked but I knew I
wanted him to think I was pretty and at least later on I liked to
think he thought his oldest daughter had a decent body. Oh yeh,
last would be my little brother. Nothing he wanted more than to
get us completely naked.

Now I could experience the pleasure of the ropes against my bare
skin. Even if I was not bound so that I could not escape I could
kind of imagine what it would be like if I couldn't. I felt an
inkling of what it was for a girl to be bound naked and be at the
mercy of her captors even if there were no captors and in fact I
could actually get away. I could imagine what it must be like for
a girl to be naked and not have her clothes at hand, even tho
mine lay on the floor a few feet away. And most of all I could
imagine what it must feel like for a girl to know she was going
to be tortured. Tortured naked, helpless, begging for mercy and
knowing none will come.

As I squirmed back and forth on my bed pushing my body harder and
harder against my teddy and feeling him push back harder and
harder against my girlhood I experienced almost all what I came
for. But I knew I needed more control of my pussy now than what I
needed as a little girl when teddy worked fine. So instead of
teddy I substituted the sash from my bathrobe. Easy. Instead of
tieing a length of rope in between my legs to hold teddy tight to
me I tied the sash in between my legs, kind of tight but best of
all I could tug on it even if my wrists were bound and take
myself places where I couldn't go with my teddy.

I improved with practice. More and more I found I felt the best
little sensations I'd ever felt right between my legs and then up
a little bit above my pussy inside of me and I'd tug on the sash
and pull and rub back and firth and flex my tight little bum and
push harder and harder and grind my bare chest into the bedspread
and the soft little lips of my cunt got wetter and wetter and I
would wriggle up and down and pull harder on the sash and move it
back and forth and as I got further and further into it I would
start to whimper slightly with the feelings and I could feel my
lips kind of open even though there was nothing going inside me
and that made pulling on the sash even more exquisite on the
inside of my cunt lips and I could almost get to parts of me I
could only later get to with my hand and I would start to feel
the lust that I did not really understand until later when I
wanted a boy and my soft brown puppy body would start to glow as
the cloth between my legs massaged my parted lips and I would get
further and further afield and just keep moving and moaning
softly and a little later I would start to shiver in what later
during a boning started to make me cum and I would struggle to
get more out of me because I knew there was something else that
could happen and I would smell a touch of that damp musky smell
that comes with sex and I would kind of weep and wiggle and try
to feel more of me and I would squeeze my thighs toward each
other and try to get all the pressure I could on my cunt and
finally for I do not know how long I would just get lost in my
nude body and stay there for as long as I could and just squeeze
and push and squeeze some more till I could almost taste myself
and then after awhile I would start to weaken and slowly slowly I
would stop struggling because I could not really struggle all
that hard since I was not really tied tight and then slowly I
would start to come down and in a little while I would kind of go
limp and then I would be back in the world and I would be aware
again of breathing hard and then in a bit I would lie quiet and
slowly realize that I had to listen to see if anybody came home
but they never did.

I'd slowly untie myself and turn over on my back and use my hands
to softly caress myself and then I'd almost kind of doze off and
finally I'd get up and put everything away and get dressed and
kind of peek outside to see if there was anyone home I might have
to explain myself to and then I'd go on about my day knowing a
little bit more about what it was to be a girl.

What I did realize was that there was something more. I couldn't
cum and I didn't for a couple more years but I didn't know then
what was missing. I did know that if I wanted to go further I
needed to be really helpless. I needed to be able to pull with
all I had on my ropes and know I couldn't get free. And and I
think maybe I knew I needed a boy there too. I knew I didn't want
him to do anything to me. I wasn't ready for a full-fledged
boning or even a half fledged boning or to have my non-existent
tits felt up but I knew boys were involved and I knew it was
special to be naked for a boy and if I had one and if I was
helpless I knew I could go further.

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