03 - Tying up Cindy
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By Robert
Sunday, April 28th 2002 - 10:19:51 PM
Tying up Cindy
Hello. I'm back after a lengthy absence.
The computer died. No joke. I'll NEVER have another Macintosh! I am using a borrowed machine to write this.
Heavens. I forgot where I was in my story about Cindy. I think my story has already gone into the archives. I HAVE been gone awhile.
A quick summary, for the purposes of getting myself into the story again if nothing else....
I recall that Cindy had found me down by the creek, in the park where we so often went. She was, by then, 11, I believe and I was around 13 or nearly so. Cindy was dressed in a really cute (and really short) combination tennis dress and short shorts. She had always been a "looker" and with me verging on adolescence, the sight of her stirred the blood for sure. I had been depressed, that day, about something. With a 13 year old, who knew for sure? Cindy sensed it (as she always did - she was such a sweet kid) and started teasing me, eventually talking me into tying her up. She had really gotten into that.
Seemed like it happened many many times and Cindy usually insisted on being the "tieee" rather than the tier. She was really imaginative and would think of all kinds of ways to get herself tied up. As cute as she was, I was usually willing to oblige. That day was no different. She even brought her own rope and a black bandana to use for a blindfold. I bound her hands tightly behind her back, crossing her wrists and double knotting them, then securely blindfolded her. The little bugger was having giggle fits the whole time. She was enjoying herself tremendously. So, I have to admit, was I.
At first, I carefully led her about the park, stopping now and then and letting her guess where she was. I had her good and confused because she kept making mistakes. It didn't bother her. She would just have a revival of the giggle fits and we'd go on. I never would tell her where she was.
After awhile, when we got to a grassy part of the park, where she was less likely to trip over things while groping about blindfolded, I started having her follow my voice. I had to be really careful to look where she was going, since her hands were tied behind her back. She seemed to enjoy that too. I don't know how long the two of us played like that. Might have been an hour. Maybe more. I led her all over the park, a few times having to catch her because she got her feet tangled. I never got very far away from her. I remember being surprised that someone didn't come running to her aid, as she was shrieking with delight as she blundered about in her blindness, trying to follow my voice and her own instincts.
After a bit, I had her sit down and cross her legs. We both needed a rest. My heart was pounding wildly, of course, and not just from physical exertion either. The sight of her in that sexy outfit, with that black blindfold covering her eyes and her hands tied behind her back was almost more than my hormonal self could take!
"Want me to let you go now," I recall asking, out of breath.
She shook her head vigorously. "Where are we?" She tilted her head in a vain attempt to see beneath the blindfold that covered her eyes. She showed me that silly grin when her attempt failed.
"Guess!"
She twisted her head side to side as though she could see (she plainly couldn't) and seemed to be sniffing the air.
I laughed. "What are you doing?"
She broke into giggle fits again. "I can't see. Where am I?"
"Guess!"
"By the creek?" her puzzled expression told me she simply had no idea where she was.
"Wrong!"
"That stinks!"
"Yep!"
She tilted her head back in another vain attempt to peek under her blindfold, then a look of resignation came over her face.
"Oh well," she finally said, then sat still for several seconds, as though collecting her thoughts. She really did look cute tied and blindfolded like that. "Lead me around somemore," she finally said. I carefully helped her to her feet. I recall that her legs wobbled a bit and she seemed unsteady for a few seconds. I quickly came to her aid, stepping right in front of her, catching hold of her legs. She giggled with delight.
"Now what are YOU doin'?" she drawled (recall that Cindy was from the Carolinas) with a healthy laugh.
"I just didn't want you to fall!"
She looked skeptical. "You just wanted to get a good look at my legs!"
"I did not!"
Cindy only laughed and we resumed our trek around the park. I began leading her back down toward the creek, figuring once we got there, she might agree to let me untie her. I was enjoying the game too but it was wearing me out and I was afraid that if it went on too long, she might trip and hurt herself. She was getting a little too confident and a bit too careless for someone blindfolded with their hands tied behind them. As we approached the creek and the ground became a little less level, I gently took hold of her and began leading her.
Cindy broke into a knowing smile. "I think I know where we are!" she said with some delight. But she didn't get to finish her thought...
"Well well," a rough sounding voice from behind me said. "What's this?"
Cindy stopped in her tracks and once more attempted unsuccessfully to peek beneath her blindfold. "Who's that?" she asked.
There, by the creek, were two boys. They were leaning against one of the larger trees there watching our antics. No telling how long they had been there. Each wore a sneer on their face. I recognized them immediately and gasp. Cindy must have heard me. One of them had previously made the mistake of antagonizing Cindy and she had thrashed him soundly. Recall that Cindy was a gentle, loving little girl until she was provoked. Now, seeing Cindy in no position to defend herself, with her hands pinned securely behind her back and her eyes blinded, I guess he figured it was a good time to exact some revenge. The two of them advanced on us. What was I going to do?
To be continued
Robert
USA
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Robert's stories
- 01 - Cindy (m/f)
- 02 - More Cindy stories (m/f)
- 03 - Tying up Cindy (m/f)
- 04 - Tying up Cindy...at HER request (m/f)
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