When Grandpa died at the ripe age of 92, the funeral was at his farm, which would become my uncle's. I had visited the farm often during summers as a child. The last summer, I had been a teenager, raging hormones and all. It having been before the internet, bondage had not yet become as popular as it had later become. But, I had discovered it in magazines hidden in my father's workshop. They confirmed the feelings I had first felt during my preteens when I got tied up in games such as cowboys and indians. Not daring to share this strange interest, I began to try tying up myself.

My cousin, Beth, had been a frequent helper with me when summer harvesting took place. While I was in my mid teens, Beth had only been ten or eleven, so there was nothing of interest here to relate.She was too young to be a "kissing cousin." I only learned much, much later that Beth hadnot felt the same waythen.

After the funeral at Grandpa's - now my uncle's farm, I wandered off to revisit the huge old bank barn which I had always loved. Now in my early thirties, I had always remembered the odors of hay and straw up in the loft, and had always been fascinated by the great timbers.

The barn had become rarely used, except to store an over abundance of hay and straw, plus old implements. Since those youthful days of relative innocence, I had found bondage sites on the internet, and sort of hoped I might get to experiment some in the more or less remote barn. It had been a little difficult to escape the company of Beth, who was by then a divorcee approaching thirty. Beth was a sweet girl, and then woman, and certainly not an unattractive one, but not a beauty either. A bit bland for my taste.

So, all alone in the barn, I came across an almost full roll of binder twine; strong but quite thin. And, suddenly, I had an inspiration about how to do a bit of self-bondage, but not so as to be unable to escape when I wished; though it might take a bit of time. I had my knife, so planned to get on with it.

First, to make the bondage feel a bit more sexily adventurous, but not too much so, I stripped off only my shirt, leaving my jeans, socks, shoes, jockeys on. I cut off from the roll of twine, two lengths of about six feet each. The end of the roll of twine I tied into a sliding loop. To make a long story short, I used the information I had read on the internet sites to use the two short lengths to fasten my wrists behind my back, quite tightly, knowing that my knife would be fairly easily reached to cut myself free when the time came.

Then I managed to squirm around and get the sliding loop at the end of the ball of twine over my head and around my arms and body. Oh yes, I forgot to tell; to keep the ball of twine from rolling all over the place, I had put it into the seed hopper of a planter - about waist high. Feeding from the roll over the edge of the hopper would provide enough resistance so the twine would become snug as I pulled at it.

And that is what I did. I walked away a bit, and began turning around and around, the twine encircling my body in strand after strand of strong twine, locking my arms to my body. The feeling of the twine around my arms and body was quite heady, and a little self-hypnotizing. I kept going around and around, stooping down and rising up to distribute the coils from my hands to my shoulders.

I had become so engrossed with the experiment that I noticed almost nothing around me.

That is, until I heard a husky but womanly voice asking, "What are you doing, Strand?" And Beth came into view from behind one of the big round bales of straw.

Well, darn, can you imagine the thoughts that raced through my head? Shame, shock, wonder how I could explain what I had done to myself. I couldn't speak before she did again.

"Hey, that looks kind of neat. Some sort of experiment?" She was letting me off the hook . . . sort of.

All I could manage before she spoke again was a kind of "uhhh," even though I had not gagged myself, which I had definitely thought of doing, but decided not to.

"You know what it looks like? Some sort of self-bondage. I heard about that kind of thing from a girlfriend, and looked it up on the internet. That and a lot of other bondage stuff. It looks kind of like fun."

"Well," I began, not knowing exactly how to go on. But Beth saved the day again.

"Oh, here's your knife. I think I will have a little fun myself and help you some. Myself too, maybe. When I looked up bondage on the internet, it seemed that it might be fun to hold a guy captive. Now, here you are."

"You know about bondage, Beth? I'd never have guessed." Beth cut the twine and began to tie off the end to another strand of twine around my body. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"From what I have read, this sort of self-bondage thing is never quite as good as being tied up by another person. So, I think that I will make it better for you." With that, my cousin pulled a bandana from my jean pocket, stuffed it into my mouth, and tied it very tightly in place with several wraps of twine around my head and between my teeth, almost cutting into the corners of my mouth. "There! Pretty nice gag if I do say so."

I was shocked by the unexpected knowledge and behavior of my cousin. And, to my great shame, I felt an erection growing. She noticed, of course. "Hey, you like this. I think we are going to have some fun. At least I am."

And so, the cousin I had long enjoyed as a friend, but ignored as a sexual person, began to strip me of my shoes, socks, jeans, everything. "Wow!! This is getting huge!" She touched my penis and then cupped my aching balls. By then, I was thankful that Beth had gagged me because I just had no idea how to carry on a conversation. Besides, isn't that part of the reason for gagging; so the captive is relieved of the responsibility to engage in light banter?

During the next few minutes, Beth circled me, touching me here and there; quite a lot at my behind. Including some fairly forceful goosing of my ass. "Now, let's see what we have here we can use. Ah, here we are; this should do." She had found a plowshare and brought it and placed it between my feet. "Now, hold still or this might hurt." In a few seconds, Beth had tied loop around my testicles. "This should keep you where I want you. Down boy." She knelt and pulled downward on the twine attached to my balls, forcing me to kneel. Then she tied the end off to the plowshare, which was too heavy for me to lift or even move with my privates. I was far from terrified, knowing for certain that Beth would not really harm me; but I was overwhelmingly aroused and curious about where this all was going. I would soon find out.

"One more thing. Ah, this should do." She had found an old but reasonably clean feed sack and began to cut it up, ending with a strip of material about four feet long and a foot wide. She double the foot width down to six inches and proceeded to blindfold me.

Bound, gagged, naked, blindfolded! I'd have been in heaven except for the humiliation of having it done by my younger cousin.

"There, that will do just fine. Now, I have to take off your gag. Do not dare to make any noise, or I will have to tie your "boys" tighter. I mean it, so don't you dare."

Beth removed the gag, but I didn't dare make a sound. I heard then what I suspected was my cousin removing her clothes. I was right!

Then I felt what I knew were her lips against mine. Then her tongue in my mouth. Then her mouth came away to be replaced what I recognized as a breast. I heard Beth gasp as I sucked her nipples. And then she rose, her body against me all the while: her stomach. She must have turned because I thought I recognized what must have been her ass. Nice taste! It might have been awkward for her, and not too glamorous, but she moved so that I thought I recognized the shape and feel and taste of thighs, knees, calves, ankles, feet, and even toes.

And then she moved so that my mouth moved upward again toward her body. The odor of her sexual arousal met me as my mouth reached her pubic hair.

"No backing out now, cousin dear. I've wanted this and more since I was ten."

And then I was eating her. And Beth, my formerly non kissing cousin was delicious. I didn't care if I was never untied, if she never stopped force feeding me.

Eventually, of course, it had to end. But not before Beth had masturbated me.

Also eventually and before she removed my blindfold, she dressed herself, left the knife in my hand, and was gone.

It took a long while for me to get out of the twine, even with the knife. Then I dressed quickly and exited the barn; not knowing quite how to face Beth out there in the "real" world.

When I met her again in the backyard of the farmhouse, she smiled and said, "HI Strand. Where have you been?" And she grinned impishly.

Nothing was said about what had happened. As I climbed into my car to leave my relatives all behind, Beth came over and gave me a cousinly peck on the cheek. And put something in my hand.

When I got a couple of miles out of sight from the farm, I stopped and looked at the folded pice of paper Beth had handed me. The writing was brief. "Email me." And then there was her email address.

Beth and I have been together several times since then. Almost always she ties me up, ever more enthusiastically and skillfully. While I have been tied up and thoroughly helpless, she has done for me what she made me do for her. And she always makes sure to torment me first until I almost go mad, and would surely beg if not for the various kinds of gags she uses on me, including most recently a metal kind of dental device which holds my mouth wide open.

Where will we go from here? Only Beth knows. She has gone far beyond being the bland little younger cousin I once knew, and has become my superior in every way. And I would not have it any other way.

Please, if you find this story at all entertaining, do let me know.

Strand Ankler

relst9633@aol.com

30.09.10