A Girl and her Roll of Tape (F/Self)
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
A Girl and her Roll of Tape (F/Self)
I sigh, as I scribble away on the math notebook. I play with the bangs of my messy long blonde hair, so I can entertain myself, at least a little from the boringness and stress of day-to-day life. Thankfully, this Tuesday is a holiday, so at least I don’t have to spend it at school, I can just relax and work from home, maybe even draw if my family is gone.
I listen to my brother running around my room, another, a more annoying distraction from my goals. He suddenly stops. My heartbeat grows stronger as I hear the voice of my mother. Please tell me it’s nothing important...
“Minerva? We’re going out on a walk to get some new shoes for your brother, you’re staying home?”
“Mhm.” I respond, not even batting an eye at her, continuing to scribble away in the notebook.
As my brother leaves my room, prepping to dress up, I write away without a care in the world. I can just continue the drawing… This is the second attempt at it. Hopefully, I don’t fuck it up again.
As I hear my family leave, I get up, on my toes, and search up on the upper shelves of the bookshelf. My manga collection is still there, all intact. The old A4 drawing Portfolio is still there, but I’ve given up on drawings that small. I just can’t do it anymore.
A3….A3… There!
I pick it up, and I place it down on my desk, but as I open it I feel like I’m missing something?
Is there homework I must do RIGHT NOW? Can’t be. Are the drawings not ordered properly? That’s not it either… but something feels off?
My eyes open wide, as I feel my heartbeat again, the roll of tape flashing through my mind. Now’s my shot. It’s now or never. Adrenaline running through my veins, I slowly open my backpack. I can’t, what if someone’s at home?!
I quickly rush out of my room, growing more and more frantic as each second passes… and I quickly realise no one’s here. Now or never, I can’t waste my time like this. I return to my room, and I look into the mirrors of the closet. My long wavy blonde hair running down in between my waist and shoulders contrasting my dark blue eyes.
I look down at my pink pyjama shirt, black pants, and white ankle socks. Thinking for a few seconds, I realise the sleeves of the shirt are probably gonna be annoying to deal with, so it’s probably best I get rid of them. I take the shirt off, revealing a dark blue tank top underneath it. I look in the mirror and I realise that might’ve been a bit of a mistake, as the warmth in my body grows stronger.
I look away, and I head to my chair. Slowly opening my backpack again, I search for the damned roll of tape. I pick it up, my fingers are already shaky. Doubt is sown into my mind, what if I don’t like it? What if I hurt myself like this?! WHAT IF MY PARENTS FIND ME?!
I stare down at the devilish roll of tape, the warmth in my body lusting for it.
I pick it up, and I unwrap it, its loud noise sticking into my mind. Shit..that was really loud… no one’s home, right? I just checked, how can someone even be home?! Unless it’s a burglar... Though I’d rather not be found, even by a burglar, all tied up.
Breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm my heart down, I look at my ankles. I extend the roll of tape, and I cross my ankles, almost reflexively. Cross ankle tie it is then! I slowly wrap the tape around my ankles, over the pants, but I don’t feel anything? Am I just imagining things? Shouldn’t I feel something right now?
One wrap, two...three...four. This almost feels natural, it feels like I'm not tied up at a-?!
As I shift my feet, I feel the tight pressure of the tape. My eyes open wide in shock as I enjoy its pressure, feeling utterly amazed, my heartbeat slowing down as I feel the sheer joy of the bonds.
I want more.
Grabbing the scissors, I cut the tape from the roll, securing my legs together. Breathing heavily, I raise the tape to my wrists. I slowly wrap it around one wrist, and then I try to wrap the rest around both my arms, realising it won’t work, I cut the tape, and I restart, taping one wrist, and then cuffing the other with some tape. Wriggling my fingers with the scissors, I cut the tape, finishing the tape cuffs.
I pull my wrists and legs, struggling against the tight and indescribable pressure of the bindings. As I enjoy more and more of the bindings, I can’t help but wish for more, and a gag. I feel the warmth in my body slightly dissipate as I pull on the binds. I love them so much. How could I live without this before?!
I look at the PC clock. I’ve already been tied up for 10 minutes, but I can’t go on. What if my parents find me like this.
I pick the scissors with my fingers and rotate them towards my wrists, and I cut the binding. I unwrap the tape quickly, seeing just a small mark left on my wrists, and I continue down to my legs. Sheer joy takes over me, finally having acted, even if just for a short time, as a true damsel…
Getting up off the chair, I quickly realise why the warmth left my body, and I sigh, a bit annoyed.
Next time, I want more.
I listen to my brother running around my room, another, a more annoying distraction from my goals. He suddenly stops. My heartbeat grows stronger as I hear the voice of my mother. Please tell me it’s nothing important...
“Minerva? We’re going out on a walk to get some new shoes for your brother, you’re staying home?”
“Mhm.” I respond, not even batting an eye at her, continuing to scribble away in the notebook.
As my brother leaves my room, prepping to dress up, I write away without a care in the world. I can just continue the drawing… This is the second attempt at it. Hopefully, I don’t fuck it up again.
As I hear my family leave, I get up, on my toes, and search up on the upper shelves of the bookshelf. My manga collection is still there, all intact. The old A4 drawing Portfolio is still there, but I’ve given up on drawings that small. I just can’t do it anymore.
A3….A3… There!
I pick it up, and I place it down on my desk, but as I open it I feel like I’m missing something?
Is there homework I must do RIGHT NOW? Can’t be. Are the drawings not ordered properly? That’s not it either… but something feels off?
My eyes open wide, as I feel my heartbeat again, the roll of tape flashing through my mind. Now’s my shot. It’s now or never. Adrenaline running through my veins, I slowly open my backpack. I can’t, what if someone’s at home?!
I quickly rush out of my room, growing more and more frantic as each second passes… and I quickly realise no one’s here. Now or never, I can’t waste my time like this. I return to my room, and I look into the mirrors of the closet. My long wavy blonde hair running down in between my waist and shoulders contrasting my dark blue eyes.
I look down at my pink pyjama shirt, black pants, and white ankle socks. Thinking for a few seconds, I realise the sleeves of the shirt are probably gonna be annoying to deal with, so it’s probably best I get rid of them. I take the shirt off, revealing a dark blue tank top underneath it. I look in the mirror and I realise that might’ve been a bit of a mistake, as the warmth in my body grows stronger.
I look away, and I head to my chair. Slowly opening my backpack again, I search for the damned roll of tape. I pick it up, my fingers are already shaky. Doubt is sown into my mind, what if I don’t like it? What if I hurt myself like this?! WHAT IF MY PARENTS FIND ME?!
I stare down at the devilish roll of tape, the warmth in my body lusting for it.
I pick it up, and I unwrap it, its loud noise sticking into my mind. Shit..that was really loud… no one’s home, right? I just checked, how can someone even be home?! Unless it’s a burglar... Though I’d rather not be found, even by a burglar, all tied up.
Breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm my heart down, I look at my ankles. I extend the roll of tape, and I cross my ankles, almost reflexively. Cross ankle tie it is then! I slowly wrap the tape around my ankles, over the pants, but I don’t feel anything? Am I just imagining things? Shouldn’t I feel something right now?
One wrap, two...three...four. This almost feels natural, it feels like I'm not tied up at a-?!
As I shift my feet, I feel the tight pressure of the tape. My eyes open wide in shock as I enjoy its pressure, feeling utterly amazed, my heartbeat slowing down as I feel the sheer joy of the bonds.
I want more.
Grabbing the scissors, I cut the tape from the roll, securing my legs together. Breathing heavily, I raise the tape to my wrists. I slowly wrap it around one wrist, and then I try to wrap the rest around both my arms, realising it won’t work, I cut the tape, and I restart, taping one wrist, and then cuffing the other with some tape. Wriggling my fingers with the scissors, I cut the tape, finishing the tape cuffs.
I pull my wrists and legs, struggling against the tight and indescribable pressure of the bindings. As I enjoy more and more of the bindings, I can’t help but wish for more, and a gag. I feel the warmth in my body slightly dissipate as I pull on the binds. I love them so much. How could I live without this before?!
I look at the PC clock. I’ve already been tied up for 10 minutes, but I can’t go on. What if my parents find me like this.
I pick the scissors with my fingers and rotate them towards my wrists, and I cut the binding. I unwrap the tape quickly, seeing just a small mark left on my wrists, and I continue down to my legs. Sheer joy takes over me, finally having acted, even if just for a short time, as a true damsel…
Getting up off the chair, I quickly realise why the warmth left my body, and I sigh, a bit annoyed.
Next time, I want more.
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
Awesome story! I love the way you describe how everything feels and I'm excited to hear about your next experience!
Look, one of us is getting tied up and played with before the end of the night. Is it me, or is it you?
My stories:
https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?p=107854#p107854
My stories:
https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?p=107854#p107854
- TheBoundArtist
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 173
- Joined: 6 years ago
- Contact:
Reading your discovery was such a joy. It’s so heart warming to experience your thrill in such an honest way. I look forward to reading the next time you try this
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
Thank you for the nice comments. Sadly, I doubt the next experience will be soon, but I promise (as long as I feel comfortable with it), I will share it.
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
Thank you!
Really glad you enjoyed it. I'm glad I can make the feelings and thought process I had back then so easy to read through and empathize with.
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
- TheOfficeOrc
- Forum Contributer
- Posts: 83
- Joined: 3 years ago
- Location: UK
Such a lovely, relatable story! You captured the excitement of one's first secret experiments really well. I think we've all been there
ACTIVE STORIES : University Housemate Gets an Education (M/F)
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
I really felt some sort of deja vu while I taped myself up, I kinda wonder if I felt something similar to this in the past, or if I fantesized so much about bondage to the point where I just got it right.TheOfficeOrc wrote: ↑2 years ago Such a lovely, relatable story! You captured the excitement of one's first secret experiments really well. I think we've all been there
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
- TheOfficeOrc
- Forum Contributer
- Posts: 83
- Joined: 3 years ago
- Location: UK
I know what you mean, there's weird familiarity when a long-term fantasy becomes reality. It's a bit like when you've seen a celebrity on TV or online for years and then when you see them in real life it's like seeing an old friendMinerva wrote: ↑2 years agoI really felt some sort of deja vu while I taped myself up, I kinda wonder if I felt something similar to this in the past, or if I fantesized so much about bondage to the point where I just got it right.TheOfficeOrc wrote: ↑2 years ago Such a lovely, relatable story! You captured the excitement of one's first secret experiments really well. I think we've all been there
ACTIVE STORIES : University Housemate Gets an Education (M/F)
Terrific story Minerva, thank you
You're incredibly talented
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
Thank you aswell
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
wow, that was lovely, thankyou, more please if you get chance, x
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
Someone's lucky. :).
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
Great story! Very keen to read more
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
Very nice story, it reminded me of the first time i taped my legs and gagged myself (no arms, cause i don't know how to do that lol).
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
Trust me, idk either how I taped myself. Recently I actually managed to do my arms??
I have no clue.
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
those ??? tell me that it was done by accident? hehe, good on you. I kind of did it before (very poorly) by putting a looong tape on my arms and swing that tape around my arms.
hope we get more stories form you=)
- Flyingvulture
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 131
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Mexico
Love your description of the anxiety before doing it.
It feel real!
Even the overstimulation of your senses, like how loud you think the tape is vs how it really is.
It feel real!
Even the overstimulation of your senses, like how loud you think the tape is vs how it really is.
TW: @VultureLeader
Tumblr: Wrapspirit
PM me for our bondage-focused discord server!
Tumblr: Wrapspirit
PM me for our bondage-focused discord server!
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
It could be overstimulation, it could also be me not expecting tape to be that loud.Flyingvulture wrote: ↑2 years ago Love your description of the anxiety before doing it.
It feel real!
Even the overstimulation of your senses, like how loud you think the tape is vs how it really is.
Also, it feels real because it was real .
In general I really want to get back into writing + artsy stuff. But lately I've been feeling demotivated by the silence I sometimes get (even if it's not as bas as with other authors+artists I've seen around here)
A bit busy, but hopefully once christmas vacation starts I get back into it.
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
- sweetvillain
- Forum Contributer
- Posts: 66
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: North Italy
Beautiful scenery. Needed a villain to bind you better .
Surrender Princess. Your thin wrists behind back ...
-
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 636
- Joined: 2 years ago
- Location: Canada
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderfully, beautifully written account of your first time. It expresses so clearly and so well the thrill of selfbondage; better than I would have been able to in my own case. Looking forward to reading more of your stories!
- Minerva
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 135
- Joined: 4 years ago
- Location: Romania (Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.)
- Contact:
No promises, I might start writing again.tiedinbluetights wrote: ↑2 years ago Thank you so much for sharing this wonderfully, beautifully written account of your first time. It expresses so clearly and so well the thrill of selfbondage; better than I would have been able to in my own case. Looking forward to reading more of your stories!
Agreed.
The things I'd do for a proper dom.
DM's always open.
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi
I draw stuff I guess:https://www.deviantart.com/minthebi