First Person Ch. 01

Genesis of this story. Once again, I set out to write the perfect four-page story and end up droning on for many more than that. Sorry if it is too long and I apologize for any long windedness. Enjoy. If you want more, please rate and leave a message for me to that effect.

Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.

this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters.

Note: This story is written in the first person, as seen from the point of view of a participant. This is incidentally the name of the story as well for reasons that will become clear.

FIRST PERSON - Chapter 1

I am Lisa.

Earlier in the night had been a one of those neighborhood girl's things. Wine, giggles and cards. Most of the women had gone home to husbands and kids about nine in the evening. The first person I met in the group was a neighbor from a couple blocks away and really my best friend amongst them. Her name was Mags. After they split, it left Mags and I to watch some TV and sip the remainder of the bottle. Mags was divorced with no kids and I was separated from my husband and my young teen son was spending two weeks down at my sister's in Florida. The husband and I were talking, but he was getting to be a gigantic asshole too often and I thought that we would probably do the big D soon ourselves when I reached the point that I could not bear to be around him anymore.

We watched a couple oldMacGyver episodes on the TV interspersed with more wine, gabbing and knosh. Then one episode came on and it was this thing where the heroine was captured and tied up by the bad guys. I recall that half-watching I snorted contemptuously because they put like one piece of rope around her wrists and this rolled up bandana between her lips as a gag and she sat there for forty minutes like she was utterly helpless. Mags poked me and asked me what I was laughing at and I explained it was so silly that the girl was always grabbed and tied up in such a way that she could get loose in seconds if she really tried. I was a bit in my cups and ventured that only an airhead would be unable to get loose from bondage.

I remember Mags asking me if I was an expert escapologist or something and after some back and forth question and answer about tying people up I found myself in the absurd position of defending my statement that getting loose would be easy, the show was somehow degrading to the intelligence of women and that nothing could distract me from getting loose if I set my mind to it if I was tied up.

Mags was feeling mellow and wearing this knee length thin cotton skirt with a pair of narrow sash-like swaths of cloth that crisscrossed around the hip's - half as belts and half as color offsets. Nods to fashion, if the fashion was 1960 hippie. She unknotted one and pulled it off with a flourish.

"Big talker! Turn around." She said matter-of-factly holding it up. Her meaning was clear.

She has got to be kidding me!

I hesitated.

"Defend your thesis! Or do you think helpless little princesses really are helpless and are afraid to find out? Are you and anti-feminist pig?" Mags dug away at me.

It was dare and I was drunk enough to take it.

"Yeah sure!" I let my voice dripping with contempt. I would show how silly those shows were.

I turned my back to her.

She grabbed my wrists and pulled them back behind me. Crossing them. I felt the material of the sash around the wrists.

Holy crap! She is actually doing it! Tying me up!

In twenty seconds Mags already had them tied. Then she did something the snugged everything more. More cloth between my wrists somehow. Everything tightened further and I felt her fingers fiddling about... I assumed tying more knots or something.

I rolled my shoulders. I felt my hands tied fully and realized I might have bitten off more than I could chew here. I had only been tied a few times in my life and most of them were before I was eleven. This certainly felt better tied and way more secure than I remembered as a kid.

"There...!" Mags said tapping me on the shoulder. "Your wrists are tied."

I tugged on them. Feeling the welded together with cloth behind my back. The cloth gripped them. Tugged them together. Almost involuntarily I lifted them higher. They only felt snugger. She had wrapped cloth around them bit on my wrists, then more between my wrists.

Holy crap! Holy crap! My hands are tied up!

I yanked and pulled lifting them almost to my shoulder blades. The cloth of the sashes squeezed tighter with each move away from the base of my spine... but they were certainly not coming loose.

"Mags!" I said a bit uncertainly. Weirded out by what was going on suddenly.

She laughed at me.

"Got you tied up, don't I? C'mon princess! Girls can't be held with just a little piece of rope or something! That's what you said. They can get loose if they want too... right?" She threw my words back in my face pushing playfully on my shoulder.

I yanked and pulled, holding my wrists out where I could see them by my side. Straining my fingers to reach a knot I could see. I almost got my fingertips on one, but she had tied it tight. It would take a lot of straining to reach it and work it loose.

I heard Mags laugh and then felt something around my arm above my elbow back there. A tightening followed immediately.

"Mags! What are you...?"

"Am I what?" She sounded complacent. As if she was going to break out in a whistle as she worked. "What are you worried about? You can always get loose... Right?"

The whole time she was pulling something tighter around my upper arm.

Goddamit! What the hell?

I pulled on my wrists back there.

Mags snorted. Then I felt Mags doing something above my other elbow.

Was she tying some more above my elbows?

I jerked my tied-up wrists back there in response. Jerked them again. Intent on stopping her.

"OK Mags! Let's just..." I tried to head her off.

I felt a tugging on my arms at the level of my elbows.

Both of them! What the...!

Mags giggled behind me. She tightened something further. I felt her knee at the base of my spine. Getting some leverage. My elbows we pulled towards each other. Things tightened more. I could not stop them approaching each other back there.

"Dammit! Mags! Wait! Stop this!" I cried feeling my elbows being dragged towards each other.

She must have tugged because I felt my elbows pulled a bit closer together still more.

Shit... this is way more than I bargained for! I've got to...

There was a moment when she was messing around between my shoulder blades behind my back.

Is she tying knots?

I yanked and pulled in my ineffectual way.

This is crazy! What the heck is happening?

Mags laughed. She sounded oddly gleeful as I sat in front of her, trying to pry my arms and wrists apart, leaning forward suddenly at the waist and waving my arms and wrists that were both now tied together back there. My wrists tight to one another and now my elbows a foot apart or so.

That's enough! I need to be free!

I waved my legs about a bit, got my feet under me and stood up from the couch we were sitting on.

I was almost as if Mags had been waiting for that. As I gained my feet I heard her guffaw, felt her shove her fingers into each side of the elastic that held up my yoga pants and tug down sharply. The move combined with my own upward motion pulled my stretchy pants straight down to my knees.

"Opps! Your pants fell down!" Mags said.

"Oh, my god!" I yelped aloud staring down at my pants tangled there. I half turned towards her, stumbled slightly and stood swaying my hips from side to side. Realizing my arms and wrists were tied tightly dispite all that I had tired so far. It crashed in on me that since she had somehow tied my elbows, I could not even raise my wrists more than a few inches from where they hung by my butt. The wrappings above my elbows were not super tight, but were tied well enough and were pulling my upper arms to within twelve inches or so of each other. That tie stopped me from raising my elbows or spreading them to each side which in turn stopped me from stressing the cloth around my wrists much.

She has me really tied up! Truly! This is not playacting. Maybe I could free myself if I had a half hour, but she keeps doing new things... Oh, my god! She's pulled my pants down! A woman has tied me and pulled my pants down!

I felt disoriented.

I glanced down at Mags. She was the first person to tie me up as an adult. She was still sitting there on the couch. I was embarrassed to see that her face on a level with my mons inside my underpants. My pussy was right there near her face. I shivered. It sank in that I was tied up wearing just my panties now!

Is she... is she looking at my...?

Mags eyes tracked up to mine and she had a brash grin on her face.

"Oopsie! Has the little helpless girl's pants fallen down. How could that have happened. No problem. She'll get loose and stop the mean lady who is pulling her clothes off. Won't she?" She snorted out a laugh at my expense.

"Mags! Pull my pants back up! You... bitch! Untie me!" I said as authoritatively as I could.

All she did was smile up at me some more.

"Nice panties, girlfriend!" She taunted me looking down and right at them.

She is seeing my underwear! What the hell is she doing staring at my underpants!

I turned away from her in the radius that my yoga pants would allow. The stretchy material gave a bit, but also clung to my claves. The bundle of material hobbling my knees. I had turned 180 degrees. In the vain hope something would finally give I bent to yank and tug at my wrist and elbows again and leaned forward to maximize my leverage when I realized with a jolt that this position meant my panties were stretched tight across my bottom and must be thrust right at Mags as if I was presenting myself or something!

Mags giggled and I felt a slap on my buttock. Then another, harder one. I yelped and wriggled my hips side to side in protest, pulling hard on my bondage then felt fingers goose my vulva though the gusset of my panties.

Shit! She touched my pussy!

I squeaked and stood straight up, shuffling to turn back and face her to glare down at her.

Mags was leaning back on the couch looking up inquisitively at me.

"Have you gottne loose yet, girlfriend?"

For some reason it sounded arrogant. That stance of being in charge of me made me feel angry. Energized me.

I rotated my upper torso in circles violently and grunted repeatedly as I pulled at my damned bound wrists and elbows. I was working so hard at it that I staggered a bit as my legs, tangled up in my pants almost tripped me up. I was yanking and straining so violently I almost fell.

"Whoa, girl!" Mags said and I felt a hand on my hip, steadying me.

I was breathing hard from the effort. Ended up just standing there panting a bit like a blown horse.

I can't free myself! This is ridiculous. I've got to figure something out!

"I think you should be able to get loose, Lisa. It's only my little sashes." Mags said. She was looking up at me in an odd way. One I had never seen before. "You just need proper motivation to give you the boost to free yourself. Here... let me help!" She said quietly. She moved her other hand to my opposite hip. She had one on each of my hips now. She was looking up at me, seated there on the couch, me standing, tied up over her.

What is she doing?

Almost deliberately, she dug her fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down in a long motion.

Oh! My pussy! She can see me!

"Mags! Stop!" I writhed my whole body in protest at being stripped.

Mags deliberately and carefully finished shoving my panties into the tangle of pants at my knees. I stopped wriggling and stood there staring at her in shock.

Mags smiled crookedly at me. Emotionally it was a very different smile than the cheeky grin she gave me when she hauled my pants down. This one was somehow... completely focused. Engaged. Watching. Watching me!

She is watching me? What the hell! Is she enjoying watching me like this? Is Mags gay! Wait! My pussy is out! She is seeing my naked con!

"OK! Ok! Mags! You got me! You can untie me now!" I tried to calm things down. I felt like I was having trouble getting my breath.

Mags glanced up at me. At my face. She screwed up her face in a kind of inquiry. Then she smiled crookedly.

"Get yourself untied! You said it would be easy." She said and leaned back on the couch looking more arrogant. Watching me still. Watching me with my pants and panties around my knees. Running her eyes up and down me.

You little shit. I've got to... I can't!

I stood there. I jerked myself up and down then. Stamping my feet when I could not because of all my clothes entwining me legs. Basically, leaving me hopping in place. It was mostly frustration rather than a serious hope of being free. I wrestled my arms behind my back. Nothing was loosening. Mags watched me the whole time.

"Untie me! Untie me! Untie Me!" I started out growling at her, but ended in almost a scream.

Mags laughed openly. Mocking me. It made me feel small somehow. Meek. I was a fully grown woman. Bound and helpless and being stripped by another woman.

"Please!" I sniffled a little. A man manipulation technique. Show them a tear. Mags was a woman. It did not work. She just giggled. I realized she was staring right at my genitals that were at eye level for her. She was interested in them. Focused on them now.

She is staring at my vulva. She likes what she is seeing somehow! I've got to cover ot up. Hide my labia!

I started to shuffle myself in a circle away from her gaze.

I got about ninety degrees when she laughed again and I felt a slap on my naked buttock.

She spanked me!

The she slapped me again. Reached across and slapped my other buttock.

"No! Stop! Don't spank me!" I yelled.

She ignored me. Slapping my butt slowly. I stood there writhing. Then panting. Then writhing more. Then she added another element. Pausing to grab and squeeze my ass flesh after each smack.

Shit! Shit! I am tied up and being spanked by another woman. This is crazy! Perverse! Wait. Wait! What am I feeling? Is that... that... my clit!

I realized I was heating up. My clit gave another throb.

This is insane. I am tied up! I know I like to be spanked, but by a MAN! A man, not a woman! This cannot be turning me on! Tied and spanked by Mags? What is happening to me?

Mags was suiting herself.

Smack. Smack. Feel. Heft. Slap. Grope. Smack.

"Nooooohhh!" I moaned almost involuntarily. I swayed my upper body in protest. "No! Stop!" I wasn't quite sure what I was saying 'no' to.

This can't be happening? Is that heat in my belly? Am I getting damp! No way! No way!

Slap. Rub. Lift a buttock. Run fingers over it lightly. Then again. Smack. Squeeze. Slap. Feather fingers. Squeeze.

I glanced over my shoulder at Mags. She was sitting right on the edge of the sofa. Her eyes focused... on me! Staring at my buttocks as she spanked and manipulated them. I was stunned. I was certain in that moment. She was turned on by doing this to me too!

That is the most bi-sexual thought I have ever had!

She glanced up. Saw me looking. I swear she blushed then visibly took a hold of herself.

And me.

She stood and put her lips close to my ear so her exhalation we straight into my ear canal and teased the follicles there. It sent a jolt of response straight through me. My ears are pure erogenous zone. Turning me on further!

Her hands were on my shoulders.

"Little tied up girls in the films are not complete until they have the whole outfit!'

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Outfit?