Tales of the Rope

Chapter 15: Mail Sack - Another Marla Story

One afternoon during my late teen years, I was at a friend’s house and we had been playing some bondage games (we called them “tie up games”) when my friend brought out a mail sack he had found in the garage. It was made of very solid gray canvass with a drawstring around the opening and a metal clip on that rope drawstring that could be locked. There were two boys and one other girl besides myself. Since my hands were already tied behind my back and had been for a couple hours, it wasn’t surprising that the other three hit on the idea of stuffing me into the sack.

But first they tied my legs together and then doubled my legs up and tied them like that. Then they stuffed me into the sack. At first they were going to close the top over my head and lock it, but I protested that I might not be able breathe inside so they closed the drawstring around my neck instead. Tom ran to get the padlock off the shed and locked it through the metal buckle. I protested that it was very tight around my neck but they ignored me. It was usually that way. I had a reputation in the neighborhood as a girl who loved to be tied up and the tighter, more restrictive, the better.

Anyway, they watched me struggle for a while. I was able to roll around a bit but the canvass sack was a pretty tight fit around my body. My wrists were crossed and tied behind my back and had been for quite a while. I had already tried to work my hands loose and knew that I couldn’t. With my legs doubled up, I couldn’t move much and only managed to roll around a little. And it didn’t help that I was bent with my breasts against my thighs.

Well, they got tired of watching me and went off to play some other game. It was a well known fact that I liked to be left alone while tied up, so they didn’t bother to even ask if I would like to be let out of the sack. I knew that they would come back for me eventually but it might be a while. I was lying on the cement floor of a patio. I knew that his parents were at work and wouldn’t be home for at least five hours. I was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, more conservative than those I would wear when I was a few years older but still it left a lot of skin bare.

I tried again to work my hands loose but it was impossible. And even if I had, I doubt I could have gotten out of the sack. So I knew that I was helpless.

that they would leave me alone for what might be hours, I felt a tingle race down my spine. And I got warm between the legs. I was a virgin then, but there were things that could get me hot between the legs even if I didn’t really know what was

ground with my knees. It must have taken me the better part of an hour to get all the way to the pool. They looked at me now and then but ignored me. When I got close enough to Karen, I asked her to please let me out of the sack because it was hot inside that canvass. I was not only in the hot sun, but I had been working hard inside and was sweating. Karen called to the boy whose house it was and told him that I wanted out. He laughed and said that he didn’t have the key to the lock so I’d just have to stay like

sack. Then they dragged me across the yard and into some bushes in the back corner. There they put me into a sitting position against the fence. There was a

in the shadiest part of the yard. But I was out of sight and now tethered to the fence. I couldn’t go anywhere. I couldn’t even roll over onto my side. I had

fact I enjoyed it. I struggled and tried to untie the ropes with my teeth. I figured I could crawl back to the pool and tease them for not securing me properly. That’s the way the game was played.

lay to either side. I figured that sooner or later Tom would figure that he could splash me with water and that might, just might, make me jump up and he would get to see my bare breasts. You’ve probably had girls play that game with you. It’s supposed to be so you can get

into the mail sack. I asked him if he still had it. He said yes, and grinned. Being both a brazen hussy and more reckless than I should have been, I told him that it would be very, very interesting to be tied up and locked in that sack again. I could see the wheels going around in his mind. He was trying to figure out how he could get his hand inside my bikini if I was locked inside a canvass sack. So I told him that being tied and locked in the

suit that he was pretty excited, too. But I told him that he would have to promise not to touch my “private” parts or I wouldn’t let him tie me. I told him

in while he held the sack open so that I was kneeling. He had to help me shift around until I was sitting down. I had grown, but the sack had not. It was a much tighter fit. I had to really pull myself into as small a ball as I could so he could get the drawstring closed around my neck. Then he had to rush off to get a lock. It turned out to be a combination