The game had gone like this for several days; the boys chased the girls, the boys caught me and then the boys tied me up. After the boys had their fun they left me tied up either to escape by myself or wait until the other girls found me. It started off as easy ties, which I usually got out of by myself, but as the boys discovered how flexible I was, the ties got tighter and more restrictive. By the end of the first week most of the ties were inescapable. I had a few conversations with my girlfriends and told them that I didn't mind being the one to always get tied up, but they had to be sure to come and rescue me because the boys were getting too good at tying me up. The other three girls in my gang promised to watch where they took me and to get me out as soon as the boys left. As long as I continued to get tied up it meant they didn't get tied up and that sat very well with them. With only one more week in my vacation at the cottage I was pretty sure I could take anything the boys could dream up.
It was Monday afternoon and we met at the usual place, a large abandoned sand pit about five minutes up a narrow overgrown dirt road. We never saw anybody else there or in the woods around it. The normal routine was the boys counted to 50 and us four girls scattered and then the boys chased me. I think they liked my figure, firm breasts, the biggest of the four of us, and a thin waist. Frankly I liked the attention.
They caught me pretty quick and immediately tied my hands, palms together, behind my back and led me off to a new 'hiding place'. This time it was just behind the sandpit only ten feet into the woods.
Jake, who was the de facto leader of the five boys, took a second rope and wrapped it around my arms just above my elbows and pulled tight until my elbows were touching. Then he continued to wrap the rope very tightly around my arms leading up to my shoulders. My shoulders were rolled back as my arms were forced together behind me. He finished by cinching between my arms, but it had little effect since the arms were already so tight together.
They sat me down and then tied my legs together at my ankles and above and below my knees. There were three guys tying my legs at the same time and when it came to cinching it seemed like they were competing to see who could cinch the tightest. Although they were all incredibly tight, the one on my thighs looked the tightest because there was more flesh to sink into. Toward the end of the previous week they began tying my wrists to my ankles making escape by myself pretty well impossible. Instead of tying to my wrists, they found a point near my elbows and anchored my ankles to that point. They told me there was no point in trying to find the knot because it was totally out of reach at my elbows. They finished by gagging me, something they often did but not always. With a gag it meant the girls would have a more difficult time finding me because I could not call out. Then Jake slapped me on my butt and said, have fun.
The girls finally found me. When they were close my grunting helped them find me. The first thing off was the gag. "What time is it?" I asked. They said it was a little after 2:30. "So I guess I've been here a little over an hour. You guys are getting worse at finding me. Maybe they should catch one of you next time." They promised that they would never give up and try harder to find me. It took them a good twenty minutes to get all the ropes off and another ten for my arms to get back to normal.
Tuesday was a hot sticky day and all four girls spent the day in our bikinis in the lake all morning. In the afternoon our game started all over and as usual they caught me. Instead of tying my hands right away, they tied a rope loosely around my neck and led me with the rope. We came to a small clearing with a huge tree in the middle. Here they tied me up. This time they twisted my arms up my back so that my hands were together between my shoulder blades and tied my wrists together there. With wrists secured they forced my hands higher up my back and pulled my elbows together below them and then tied my elbows together. I really wondered where they came up with all these ways of tying me up. The way my arms were trussed up behind me and my hands were miles away from any knots, there was absolutely no way I was getting out by myself. The girls had better be able to find me. Two guys proceeded to tie a rope around my ankles which did not surprise me although I was still standing this time. One of the guys standing behind me wrapped a scarf twice around my eyes making a very effective blindfold. They had often gagged me but this was the first time I got a blindfold. I joked with the boys saying, "You missed my mouth this time." I got a half hearted laugh out of two of them, but with the blindfold I couldn't say who.
Then they laid me down on my back and tied a rope around my ankle tie as they often did to put me in a hogtie, but I was on my back and I needed to be on my stomach for a hogtie. Three of them, I think, picked me up and I felt my feet being pulled upwards. Before I knew it, my ankles were higher than my head and as they gently let my head down I realized that I was hanging from my ankles and gently swinging upside down. I said "Whoa guys! This doesn't feel very safe." But they assured me that the rope was very strong and hanging over a very large branch. I had to take their word on it.
Things got really quiet and I called out, "Are you guys still here?" Then I felt fingers pulling at the bows holding my bikini top on. With the bows popped I knew my top would fall off. I gasped as it came loose and fell away. My tits felt strangely heavy hanging down toward my face. Then two more hands, or perhaps the same ones took hold of my bikini bottoms and pulled them up to my ankles! It felt like they hooked it over one of my feet so there was little hope of it falling back down. Blindfolded I had no idea who had done this to me.
I tried talking to them saying, "Come on, guys. You can't leave me like this." There was not a word from anybody. All of a sudden I got one hard slap on my bare butt then I was sent spinning on my hanging rope. After that I didn't hear anything from anyone. I quietly called out asking if anyone was there but I got no answer. I was not gagged but I did not want to call out fearing who I might attract. The absolutely last thing I needed was for a stranger to find me like this, hanging upside down, naked and blindfolded.
After what seemed like an eternity I heard my girlfriends calling out for me. Once I was sure it was them I called back to them and they found me pretty quickly. I heard them gasp when they finally found me. They quickly removed the blindfold. My best friend said, "This time they went too far." And she tried to pull my bathing suit up, or down since I was upside down.
I said, "Forget the bathing suit. You're pulling too much on my ankles. Just get me down." The three of them went over to try to untie the rope holding me up and then I said, "No, wait. I don't want to fall on my head. Untie my arms first so I can catch myself if you drop me." So they started to work on my arms tied tight between my shoulder blades. One wondered where the boys came up with these strange ways of tying me up. I said that I wondered the same thing.
The knots were tied while I was standing up. Now that I was upside down it made it harder to untie them. First the rope tying the elbows together came off then they still had to get my wrists untied. They said the knot was underneath and against my back where they could not see it. Two of the girls lifted my shoulder up arching my back so that the third could see the knot and work to get it undone. Finally the knot was out and it didn't take long before the whole rope was off.
With my hands dangling down I could touch the ground. Now I said I was ready for them to let me down. Once the knot was undone the rope slipped and I caught myself before my head hit the ground. I thought to myself that it was a good thing that I had them untie my hands first.
Untying the ankles was easy and the last thing I did was put my bikini back on. I asked what time it was. My best friend said almost three o'clock. I had been hanging upside down naked for nearly 90 minutes. She said it would have been longer had the boys not pointed us in the right direction. The girls thought we should really confront the guys on the whole ‘tied up naked’ thing, but I thought differently. First I cannot say with certainty that the boys actually stripped me since I was blindfolded. If we don't mention it at all then it is very unlikely they will. So either it will be this wild story that they will never be able to tell, because that will show guilt, or it wasn't them and they will never know. I made all three swear to secrecy.
Continues in part two