Bondage, you can say, intrigued me from the time I can remember seeing someone tied up on TV. 

Growing up in the '70s, there was no shortage of shows that regularly had a helpless victim bound to a chair, or in old westerns. My blood still boild in all the right places at the thought of Claudia Cardinale tied, hands behind her back, breasts jutting out proudly, in the movie The Professionals.

I never knew I'd experience being the one tied tightly. It wasn't dinner conversation, and all my friends were into sports, and when we were outside, we'd play whatever sport was in season. 

Of course, there is a tough side a teenage boy has to display. 

Little did I realize, by accident actually. a family member would change my childhood and send me down the path to beg to be a captured prisoner.

At the age of 16, I found myself the willing servant of my 15 year old sister, Mary. 

You can say that it started as playful wrestling. It ended with me being decisively overpowered and subdued by my younger, and as I found out the hard way, stronger sister.

I was thin, athletic, and limber. By no means did I think I was a weakling. I stood 5-8, 140 pounds and felt tough enough to hold my own.

Mary was a few inches shorter at 5-6, with long, shapely, toned legs and a developing body. Who am I kidding, she was smoking hot, and I always loved to see her shapely body because quite frankly, she was one of the best looking girls in school.

Never a girly girl, she was athletic. Her legs were curved solid muscle, and her tits were firm and she had toned arms, receiving genetics I didn't, as my arms by contrast were skinny.

Like me, she played soccer. I should have known I was no match for her, because from time to time we would practice at the field, kicking the ball around. Once we ran a mile around the track, and she simply left me in the dust.

One summer night, when my parents were out for the evening, I was home watching TV. Mary plopped her pretty ass on the couch and we were getting along fine, until I wanted to watch the baseball game, and she had interest in another show. I can't even remember what, because what was about to happen had the whole evening a blur.

Being a typical guy, the remote was within arms length of where I sat on the couch. 

My sister said the game was boring and asked nicely, at first, if I would please change the channel. As the older brother, I brashly said no, which led to some egging on. We exchanged some words, mostly good naturedly, but she was insistent. 

After a few minutes of arguing and getting nowhere, she blurted out, "Tommy, don't make me make you change the channel."

The challenge was on.

I laughed, lounging on the couch, and she grew more and more adament that she wanted no part of the game and wanted control of the remote.

She ended up getting it all, control of the TV, and me, a completely surprised brother, who was about to find out not to get into a battle I couldn't win.

I told her, "I'd like to see you try to get the remote." I clutched it in my right hand, and lightning quick, she pounced on me. 

I was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and was barefoot.

She, in a tank top and blue jeans, reached for my right arm, grabbed my wrist and began tugging. In trying to defend myself, I tumbled to the carpet, and she was able to gain leverage and control.

In a flash, she twisted my right wrist, and the remote fell to the floor, she swept it a few inches to the side, and proceeded to yank my arm behind my back in a firm 

hammerlock. Manuevering behind me, she got in a seated position, her back supported by the couch. 

I was in a sitting position in front of her, right arm helplessly twisted high behind my back. With her left arm, she applied a lock around my neck as she applied her long, strong legs around my mid-section, effectively applying a scissor hold.

I was completely trapped. My right arm pinned, my waist secured in her python leg grip. 

If I struggled a bit, she tightened her choke hold.

Inching me over, she made me pick up the remote with my free hand and forced me to turn the channel to a show I had no interest in. In my helpless state, all I could do was what she said. So I was made to watch, my body wrapped and trapped next to her firm, frame. I was pinned and embarrassed beyond belief.

I also have to admit, the body contact with a girl with a 10 body was starting to have me aroused. 

Her taunts and quips, "good, boy, do as your told," had my cock twitching.

I stayed that way for at least 30 minutes. 

I could feel the warmth between her legs pressed against my ass. Her breasts pressed into my back. 

If I moved to struggle, she instinctively squeezed her legs, choked me more or tugged the hammerlock up a bit higher.

"I thought you were stronger than this, little Tommy," she taunted. "I see I'm not going to have any difficulty getting what I want."

I was too stunned to say much, except plead from time to time. The truth was, with each passing minute of being held tightly, I longed to be kept this way. I didn't want to let her know.

"You got lucky," I replied, knowing full well she was kicking my ass.

"Oh, yeah," she noted. "The way I got you so fast, I can make you do whatever I want."

She immediately proved it.

Bored of holding me tight, she said that she needed a better way to keep me still.

"I need to stretch out Tommy, so we'll try something new," she said.

So she rolled me to my left side. My arm still twisted behind my back, I was easy to control as she positioned me on my stomach as she straddled my lower back.

Pressed to the floor, she twisted my right arm even higher and whispered in my ear, "Now, how about you give me your other hand." A firm yank prompted a quick surrender and she then folded both my arms behind my back, and held them in place with her right hand. 

Completely in awe of how she manhandled me, I was trapped, my tummy pressed to the floor, and my now stiffening hardon pinnned in my pants, but pressed against the floor, causing me to squirm.

"What are you doing?" she snapped.

With her on top of me that way, I was dry humping the floor with very short thrusts.

"Are you turned on!" she shouted.

I begged forgiveness and said I couldn't help it. Being a teen boy, a stiff breeze could bring a hardon. 

"Please, Mary, don't be mad," I said. "I'll do anything you say. Don't tell anyone. Please. I beg you."

After the initial feeling of disgust, Mary, thought about the situation. Here she was, having me squirming under her power, and willing to do anything.

The devilish teenage girl in her saw an opportunity to change our relationship from loving brother and sister to having a brother who would willingly be her prisoner.

"Let me see what to do," she said. "This could be interesting. I think I will take up your offer about doing anything. Hold still, sweet little brother."

She used one hand to pin my two wrists to the small of my back. She used her other hand to remove the belt she was wearing.

With her belt, she looped it several times around my trapped wrists. The rough leather dug into my skin, causing me not to squirm too much. A series of well spun loops made escape impossible. Satisfied there was no way out, she simply clipped the buckle in place.

Like that, I was tied, and my hardon raged even more.

Standing up, she put a foot on my ass, "Don't move, and quit humping the floor, you little pervert."

"Stay here and I'll be right back," Mary said.

I remained on my tummy, forehead pressed to the floor. She walked out of the room, and returned a few minutes later, to find me as she left me. The last thing I wanted to do was upset her and make matters worse.

In her hands were two ace bandages and a bandanna.

One ace bandage was wrapped around my ankles, tying me feet.

With my legs tied, she undid the belt that was binding my wrists. 

"Don't think of trying to get away," she snapped.

"I won't, Mary," I replied.

She used the ace bandage to wrap my wrists, tying them tigther than the belt. 

I squirmed, and she grabbed my ankles, pushing them down towards my butt. 

With the leftover slack from the ace bandage, she put me in a hogtie. Because I was so limber, my ankles literally were tied to my wrists.

I grunted, and she laughed.

"That should keep you still," she said.

"Now I have to gag you, and then tell you the new rules," she said. 

Twirling the bandanna, she wedged it into my mouth, pushed it back roughly and tied it off on the back of my head.

Me on my belly, she folded her legs, and sat next to me. 

"You don't have to worry about me telling anyone about you liking this," Mary said, brushing the side of my face with her hand. 

Admiring her work, she teased me and let me know things were going to be different from that point on, and I could make the best of it, if I knew what was good for me.

"That stiffness between your legs shows how much you like this, Tommy," Mary said. 

"Don't deny it. The funny thing is, I like this too. I see a chance where we both can get what we want. First, you have to agree to be my slave."

Slave!

My eyes widened and I muffled through the gag.

"If that is too much, I can untie you now and forget this ever happened," she said. "I think you like me doing this to you. So I will give you an out. If you wish, I will set you free, and never tie you again. Or, if you agree, you will do what I say, and as a reward, I will beat you up. What's it going to be?"

My eyes pleaded to her. But we both knew the answer.

I muffled through the gag that I wanted to be her slave.

"Good boy," she said. 

With that, she rolled me on my side, and with her hand rubbed my hardon through my shorts.

In heaven, I moaned and she laughed.

"See, this can be fun," she said.

"Let's set some ground rules. You don't touch my body, and I own yours. Now, don't think I will fuck you. That is out of the question. But I will rub this thingy when I wish. I may slap it, or kick it, whatever pleases me. It will be my toy."

My muffles were getting louder, so she removed the gag.

"Oh sis, this feels so good, but I don't know if this right," I said. 

She rubbed some more.

"Don't resist, you know you like this," she said. "You need to trust me."

"What do I have to do for you," I asked. 

"Everything," she said. "Mostly, pamper me, clean my room. After dinner, you will wash the dishes, dust. My chores will be yours."

"But what about mom and dad, will they know," I asked.

"It will be fine," she said. "This is a good thing for me, I'm not going to spoil it."

With that, she rubbed harder, and I came in my pants.

"Oh, little brother," she said, seeing a wet spot form as my body quaked. "I think I'm going to use you to figure out how to tease boys. This is going to be fun."

Embarrassed and ashamed, all I could do was drop my head.

"Mary, I will be your slave," I replied.

The fact is, it would be hard to find a girl in town better looking than my sister. And how she was untapping my interest in bondage made it a natural to do her bidding.

"Good boy, Tommy," she said. "I will protect you. But I may also decide to be rough on you, like this. I am going to experiment on you. If you are good, I may show you off for my friends. If you are bad, I may have some of the boys teach you a lesson."

I tried to protest, but a squeeze on my cock through my wet pants and a twist had me not protesting.

"Yes, sis, whatever you wish," I said. 

"Now admit to me you will do whatever I say," she said. "If I want to show you to my friends, I can do so."

"You can show me to your friends, Mary," I replied as instructed.

"And you will not fuss if I bring over a boy to keep you in line," she said.

I hesitated, and she slapped the side of my face.

"I will obey if you bring over a boy," I said.

"Very good, my little slave brother," Mary said. "Don't worry, my sweet slave. As long as you do what you are told, everything should be just fine. Trust me."

Hogtied and horny beyong belief, there was little I could do to say she was wrong.

It was the start of a new chapter that opened up the world of bondage to me. For the next few years, I was tied up almost on a nightly basis, and I learned to get used to being the prisoner to my sister.

