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So you probably guessed it, this time the story will be written from Max´s point of view or better he is the one writing it on the same fictional TuG-Board as Mark did with his story “Never leave your phone unguarded!”.
Also, this time the story isn´t as far planned as my first one. I know how I want to start and how I want it to end, at least, for the main part of it. So, I haven´t decided everything yet. But, the story will definitely be shorter than “Never leave your phone unguarded!” but long enough to be still split into various parts. Part 1, will just be a short starting chapter to see if it could, at least, make you a little bit intrigued about the story.
Part I (1): Something is missing
Stuck at home:
… or Never leave your key unguarded as I wanted to name it but Mark insisted rather sternly that I can´t just steal his name. That stingy big dummy! [Note for myself: I might better remove that later… looking over my shoulder, Mark seems not to like it]
You probably know me already from Mark´s story “Never leave your phone unguarded!”. In case you don´t know me yet, I´ll quickly introduce myself. My name is Max and I´m 11 years old. I have short blond hair, that is cut shorter at the sides. I´m living alone with my mom because my dad passed away a few years ago but she has to work a lot and has not that much time for me. Right now, I´m wearing a white t-shirt, black soccer shorts (no, I´m not playing soccer, they are just comfy), no shoes and no socks but legcuffs that are wrapped one time around my office chair before they got cuffed on my ankles. I don´t have the key, Mark doesn´t have the key and I´m not happy about it. You surely ask yourself the big question: Why? Well… because I´m as bright as a torch without batteries. I made the only two people I really really love angry at me and that´s the result of that, at least, partly.
For all of you who don´t know that: Mark is my babysitter, direct neighbour and closest friend. You probably can´t imagine how much he helped me and what he did for me when I was in some serious trouble. He literally even saved my life! He is 20 years old and a student at a university only a few towns away.
What happened? Well, it all started 2 days ago on a Friday afternoon about 1 month after the weekend Mark described in his story (on that weekend, we played our first and until now only tie-up game together). As always, my mom wasn´t home yet and probably had to work a bit longer. She wasn´t working that weekend because Mark had one of his second-attempt-exams on that day and she told him he should get some rest over the weekend. That meant I was home alone for at least 3-5 hours depending on how long my mom would work that day. During the day nothing was on tv and I was bored of all my games. Mark wasn´t available to play a tie-up game with me because of his stupid exam, so I decided to try and tie myself up for a change. ´It can´t be that difficult to tie myself up even though it´s quite a while since I experimented on myself ´ I thought.
I still had lots of time until my mom would be home, so I went in my closet and removed the shelves on the right side and the wooden boards behind them, revealing my secret shelves with all my stuff to tie myself up. I won´t explain here how I got all this stuff. The only person I have told about my collection and my secret stash is Mark, but even he doesn´t know where and how I got that huge and expensive collection.
I started simply by taking my normal handcuffs, my large keyring with many different keys on it and a pair of legcuffs out of my hiding spot. Next, I laid down on my bed, placing the keys next to my pillow. Originally I wore the same black soccer shorts, a t-shirt and some black socks. I´m slim and athletically built, so I had nothing to be ashamed of. So I decided to take off my shirt and socks because it made me feel even more vulnerable and helpless. I took my legcuffs and locked them first around my left and then my right ankle. Of course, it left me more than enough space between my legs to walk normally but it felt at least a tiny bit restricting and helped me to imagine things like being kidnapped or in prison or something like that. I lay down on my side, my head on my pillow and used my handcuffs to lock my hands securely behind my back. Naturally, I made the cuffs tight enough, so I wasn´t able to slip my hands out of them. I made myself comfortable and started daydreaming a bit, dreaming of the events from 4 weeks ago. But… something felt wrong. There just wasn´t that one feeling. I didn´t really feel tied up. It felt completely different compared to the time when Mark tied me up. Something was missing…
I turned around a few times and tugged at my cuffs to make sure I was really locked up. But still… I wasn´t feeling like I did before. ´Maybe I´m just too comfortable?´ - I thought and stood up to get a normal padlock from my collection. I felt, at least, a little bit like a prisoner while I was walking in my legcuffs barefoot on the slightly cool floor with my hands cuffed behind my back, hearing that metallic sound of the legcuff chain rattling on the floor. Still, it felt different compared to the game I played with Mark.
I sat down on my bed, then carefully lay down on my belly. I bent my legs and grabbed the chain of my legcuffs with my left hand while holding the lock in my right one and started to fiddle the lock through 2 of the many chain links of the legcuffs. This shortened the chain and therefore reduced the space between my legs. Using the same lock, I got it through the middle chain link of my handcuffs where I finally closed it. This made the hogtie tighter because I wasn´t using the full length of the legcuff chain anymore. I don´t know how long the shortened chain was but I made sure it´s tight enough, so my legs were forcefully bent at a 45-degree angle.
I started pulling my legs to test my new range of movement. It wasn´t uncomfortably tight, it just felt good. I could still wiggle around a bit and with little effort switch between lying on my side and lying on my belly. I regretted not taking a second lock with me, because I could still move my feet too far apart. After a short fun struggle, I lay on my side just enjoying the hogtie. I tried to remember that weekend, pondering what was missing because it still didn´t feel the same. ´At least, I need a key to get myself out and can´t just pull free´ - I thought when I was suddenly startled for a moment. ´The keys! Where are they?´- I uneasily reminded myself, feeling a little panic rising up inside of me.
I knew, I definitely took them out of my shelves. But where did I left them? I looked around, testing if I could slip my hands out, but, of course, I made those cuffs too tight for that. Then I saw something shiny peeking out from under my pillow. Because of all my struggling, the keys must´ve slipped under my pillow. I was immensely relieved, sighing “That was close!” into my empty room.
A short moment later, I realised it. Or, at least, I thought I had realised what was missing in comparison to my last time with Mark. I started to believe that I was just missing the feeling of being truly helpless. When I couldn´t find the keys, besides feeling slightly panicked, I felt also helpless. But when I know I can easily untie myself by turning around and struggling a little bit closer to my pillow, I´m not feeling helpless at all. I came to the conclusion that tying myself up isn´t bad, but it´s not as great as when someone else is tying me up. But! ´There must be a way to get, at least, a little bit closer to that feeling. Maybe it´s the distance between me and the keys?´ - I started asking myself.
Oh, I nearly forgot! You probably noticed that the font is a little bit larger this time. There was a poll that showed many readers like slightly larger font. So, I decided to give it a try. If you guys don´t like it, I´ll change it back to its original size.