Mason's Childhood Bound stories
05 - A Rainy Day
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Foreword
This is the story of one of the most memorable days that Nicky and myself spent tying each other up on one especially cold and wet Melbourne day. The fair city of Melbourne is located in the Australian state of Victoria. For the geographically challenged, it is 1000 klicks south of Sydney, home of the Y2000 Olympics. It is not London but it can still get plenty cold in the winter!! However, it can get awfully hot in the summer too.
The day was totally memorable for many reasons - especially since it introduced a number of 'firsts' for us both. Besides which, it was just such a, (how do I say this?) happy day. It was one of those special days only close friends seem to be able to share. I do not know how to express this in a way you will understand; I cannot find the right words to do so. I hope you know what I'm trying to say
I cannot remember exactly when it happened, but I think it was in late 1979, which meant that both Nicky and myself would have been around 13 years old at the time.
Once again, I will be honest and admit that because these events occurred nearly 20 years ago now, many of the details and certainly much of the dialogue are sketchy but I will try to reconstruct it as it would have happened. I will be honest and admit that perhaps I have embellished the story just a little bit here and there…. (As I have once already said, after all, we wouldn't want to let the cold hard facts get in the way of a good story, wouldn't we?) However, many of the details still stick clearly in my mind, since it was such a special day for me - I can still remember the various ways we tied and gagged each other as well as some of our role-playing. The best thing is: it actually happened. Sometimes truth really can be stranger than fiction.
Some of you will certainly wonder - How could this all have happened? Then - is this guy for real? However - what God giveth, he also taketh. After my tie-up games with Nicky had died a natural death as we grew apart and discovered new interests and friends, I was fortunate enough to continue these tying up games on a periodic basis (albeit never as often as Nicky and myself had spent tying each other up) with one of my best mates R. These went on over a number of years.
I remember how R and I used to go on these fishing trips down to Lakes Entrance every month or so and of course, we spent a lot of quiet evenings tying each other up in the privacy of our caravan so I think these games are hardly what you would call uncommon. R was equally competitive as N and much the same rules applied - different position each time and so on. However, I always enjoyed playing with Nicky far more!
Unfortunately, the 'tie-up games' between R and myself stopped quite suddenly when I was 23 or 24. (it did not help that he accidentally found one of my bondage magazines which I had left in the drawer next to my bed and I was subsequently more or less obliged to explain) Since then, it has been a very long time between drinks. My bondage experiences with others, especially the opposite sex have been few and far-between. It's only been recently since I met my erstwhile study partner and good friend "Kristy" (refer story which I posted earlier) that I have had any kinds of really positive bondage experiences at all.
I do practise self bondage, for want of a partner to tie me up but its never very satisfying when you know you can always get free - sorry, I'm not going to post any self-bondage stories here (Canucks) since they are not only off-topic but are way too sexual.
Regular readers will be familiar with the lovely dark haired Nicole (Nicky) and myself. This tale more or less follows the previous adventures I have already recounted here.
The day begins
It was not the dark and stormy night so beloved of trash novelists but it was certainly a very cold wet, gloomy and otherwise miserable day. It was raining hard, the trees leaning and groaning in protest as the wind and rain ripped through the leafy boughs. It was just far too cold and wet to be able to do anything outdoors. And this was supposed to be spring! Normally, we would have been outside riding our bikes or doing whatever else it was we used to do back in those days of the very late 70's. This was not long before the crazy excesses of the 80's when some of Australia's better known entrepreneurs used to get around in pink helicopters and equally exotic cars such as the infamous hot pink De Tomaso Pantera which Dr Edelsten and his very young and pretty but dumb blonde 'trophy' wife Leanne, favoured or yachts, popularised by the now bankrupt and disgraced Allan Bond of Americas Cup fame. I do not think that the snooty and snobbish NYC ever recovered from that humiliation.
Being a Saturday, we were not at school for which I was humbly thankful, never having been a great scholar at the best of times… Homework was a dirty word where I was concerned (still is!) and I was the classic procrastinator - why do it now when it can be done later? I still remember, all too clearly the way I drove my poor old mother to distraction with my continued refusal to "knuckle down and get to it!" My bad habits also migrated to university with me - many were the late night 'rush-jobs'…
While I was eating that classic Aussie breakfast of Weetbix (heavily sugared, accompanied with warm milk, mind you!) When it came to food, I was one fussy little b…d. (yes, I heartily disliked vegies as well!) I had been mulling over what to do for the day since the weather had that sullen grey look about it that told me it going to be like this all day - cold, wet and rainy. There was no way Nicky and myself were going to be able to do anything outdoors. Not that I minded too much - for obvious reasons….
Hopes and dreams
My mind quickly turned to thoughts of bondage (referred to as "tie-up games" back then) and being tied up. Even at that early age, bondage as a part of my sexuality was already firmly entrenched in my psyche, although I still did not know exactly what it was. All I knew was that I really enjoyed tying and being tied up. Preferably to be on the receiving end, thank you very much! Since I had never heard of the concept of bondage, I had no way of expressing these desires only that I loved the feelings that being tightly tied up and gagged engendered in my young mind. Or the sight of a lovely young damsel very tightly bound and gagged.
I could not help wondering if Nicky and I were going to play any tie-up games around her place, just next door. I really hoped so for it had been some time since we had played any tie up games due to the recent spell of warm weather - it meant that we were outdoors a lot. In fact, many of our bondage games seemed to take place when the weather was bad, presumably because we were stuck indoors. After all, they represented a great way to while away a rainy day…
After finishing my breakfast, my mother asked me what I planned to do for the day and I told her that I was going to go around to play with Nicky or words to that effect. I was certainly not about to tell her what kinds of games I had in mind. My mother was, and still is not tolerant of anything that seemed "different" from the norm, a fact I had already picked up a long time ago. Especially something as wonderfully deviant as… shock, horror… bondage!
Childhood self - bondage gone wrong…
In fact, my mother once caught me tying myself up, when I was still only 16 or 17. She was absolutely shocked and horrified. I have never seen her so upset before or since. Actually, "upset" is probably bit of an understatement… It was the most embarrassing experience of my whole like. I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life as I was when my mum came into my room in order to tell me to take a surprise phone call very late one night - and saw me busily tying my arms to my sides, having already bound my legs at ankles and knees. I think you can imagine her reaction.
The end result was that after mum had gotten over the shock, she wanted me to go and receive psychiatric counselling (therapy!) That clouded my view of bondage and my own sexuality for a long time until I discovered that I was obviously not the only one who enjoyed bondage when I discovered my first bondage magazines in that Sydney adult bookshop when I was 18. I don't think my head shrink really understood either and it wasn't long before I stopped going.
Before leaving, I quickly showered, dressed and pulled on my very shiny bright yellow vinyl/PVC raincoat and buttoned it up. It had a drawstring hood to keep my head dry. I loved the way that coat looked and felt. I didn't know why at the time - only that I loved wearing it very much. Wearing it made also me feel like I was a fireman, a sailor or a deep-sea fisherman (I really loved fishing, and still do. However, the fish have nothing to fear from me since I am such a poor fisherman! I never get to kiss many fish unlike the bearded burbler, Rex Hunt, who seems to delight in kissing almost anything he catches on TV too! I think he has a secret fish-kissing fetish….) Cultural note1: Rex Hunt is a famous Aussie fisherman and TV celebrity with his own fishing show on TV.
Departure
My mother had bought the raincoat for me because I was notorious for losing umbrellas, famously the time when I contrived to lose three umbrellas in the space of two weeks. None of which came back - they just went "walkabouts"…. Cultural note2: In Australia, we call such rainwear 'raincoats'. I think they are called "mackintoshes" in England and "rain slickers" in America.
By that time, my fetish for plastic/PVC clothing was firmly established by then. At the time, I had no way of understanding what it was about the wearing of plastic clothes that turned me on so - almost as much as being tied up. Even now, I still really don't know exactly why but I have also long since come to terms with both fetishes. Just to digress for a moment, I was very interested to read other posters experiences and comments on their liking for white pantyhose and leotards or high-heeled boots. More recently, sleeping bags and confinement. I could really relate to what they said. It is really amazing the way that our early childhood influences had such a deeply lasting and formative effect on our lives since. So many posters here appear to have had similar experiences regarding early bondage experimentation. I reckon there has got to be a university thesis on this one day - now that would be fascinating!
Despite the relatively short walk next door, my raincoat was dripping wet when Nicky let me in. She was dressed very casually - just an old pair of jeans and her favourite pink woollen jumper. She laughed when she saw how wet my coat was. It was streaming with water. "Did you enjoy the walk?" she teased.
I answered that yes, I had, thank you very much.
"What do you want to do?"
The next and absolutely vital question - "Are your brothers home?"
As I have said before, neither Nicky nor myself got on well with either of them and if they were ever to discover one or the other of us tied up…. Knowing full well the reason for my asking, Nicky answered in the negative - no!
Fortunately, they were rarely to be found at her home for they both preferred to spend their time with their mates (friends) Actually, I think this question used to act as a kind of secret signal of our intent to play tie-up games without each other realising it. Nicky then went on to give me the good news - R, her younger brother and D, one of her older brothers were both sleeping over for the weekend at their respective mate's homes. We would have the house to ourselves apart from her mum. Separated by a common language1 - that's mom in the USA!!
Then the sixty-four dollar question- "What do you want to do?"
From most any other kid, it would have been a perfectly normal question.
As far as I was concerned, it was a loaded question. What I really meant was, "Do you want to have a tying up competition?" Actually "competition" was a bit of a misnomer - We had both become that proficient at tying each other up, it was only very rarely that either of us ever managed to escape from our bonds. On the infrequent occasions that one of us did escape, the unfortunate party used to cop such a bagging from the other that it always served to redouble his or her efforts when tying the other up the next time. Hence we always took care to tie the other up properly lest it lead to a successful and humiliating escape. That was the other thing about Nicky - she was extremely competitive - she hated losing. Of course, I was equally uncompromising when it came to almost any form of competition back then. These so-called 'competitions' were generally just an excuse to spend time tying each other up.
Rules of the game
The "rules" were simple: We would take turns binding each other. (The person being tied up had to cooperate fully with the other doing the tying) If you escaped, you immediately got to tie the other person up. Our unwritten rules also stated that the unfortunate tyee, for want of a better word, not only had to submit to being tied up immediately but to stay bound and gagged for exactly double the length of time the escaping party had originally been required to stay tied up - it was however, optional to be exercised in the discretion of the successful party. Furthermore, if you did not escape within the allotted time (usually an hour or so) then you had to stay tied up for an extra half an hour to an hour. This was also optional.
In order to add a further element of fairness as well as variety to our competitions, we had a rule that you had to tie the other up in a different position each time. It could not just be hog-ties all the time. (Our preferred position) This increased the challenge and level of difficulty in tying the other up securely. It was a test of our tying up skills. However, I always included at least one hog-tie each time we had such a tying up competition since Nicky really seemed to enjoy being hogtied. So did I for that matter! Extra interest to our tying up competitions was added by role-playing. For example, I might be James Bond and she would be some evil female villain out to hold the world to ransom…. that kind of stuff. It was not really serious role-playing of the kind other contributors seem to have engaged in but it was still great fun.
Nicky's answer
Once again, Nicky shocked me when she saucily tossed her head and slyly replied, "Let's have a tying up competition - can I go first?" 'Going first' was simply a nice way of asking to be tied up first. The wide Cheshire cat grin on her lovely face and the wicked gleam in her eyes told me that she was perfectly well aware how much I enjoyed playing these types of games. She had obviously never forgotten the incident when she had tied me up to the tree in her back garden and my predictable response to being bound and gagged like that. I also had not forgotten either - how could I ever forget what happened that day! She'd never directly referred to it again but it had always there between us ever since. Mind you, I am quite certain that she really enjoyed being tied up too for she was always asking me to tie her up, either competitively or otherwise.
Sometimes I truly wish that I had been since been able to meet someone like Nicky who really appeared to love being tied up for its own sake and not just to please me either as one of my former girlfriends did. How I long to hear those magic words, "Tie me up please!" spoken by someone who really wants to be tied up. It's not much fun tying up somebody knowing full well that she is only submitting to be tied up under sufferance just to make me happy. That's not what I want! In the future, if I ever get to play these types of games again, I only want to play if she is also clearly enjoying herself too. The bottom line is that bondage (as I have said before) should be totally consensual, FUN, and enjoyable for both parties involved.
The official position
Additionally, I think her mother's relaxed and pragmatic attitude to our bondage games helped a great deal - Nicky was never as self conscious as I was about suggesting that we have tying up "competitions" or being tied up. In fact, providing her older brothers were not around, we would quite often tie one or the other up and then watch TV while Mrs. C bustled around upstairs in the kitchen or doing housework. It certainly added a whole new dimension to watching Superman or some similar cartoon show such as Looney Tunes while bound hand and foot. They were generally kept simple - just the basic hands crossed and tied behind the back, ankles and knees. Sometimes, I would hogtie Nicky, usually at her request. We rarely gagged each other on these occasions.
Mrs. C never, as far as I know saw anything unusual about our 'games.' Occasionally, she even used to join us for a short chat while one or the other was tied up in front of the TV on the settee. (couch) My guess is that she probably saw it all as nothing more than harmless juvenile fun that would, in time would die a natural death as we discovered other activities and interests to occupy our minds, as we got older. (As it turned out, she was absolutely correct in her assumption. Our tying up games occurred less and less frequently as we grew up and discovered new friends and interests. They finally ceased altogether when Nicky and her family moved house while she was still 16 or 17.) Her husband was completely indifferent to these games of ours, although his work meant he never spent much time at home. Therefore, we nearly always conducted out tying up activities at Nicky's place. It was only very rarely we ever 'played' at my home due to my parents less tolerant attitudes to these kinds of games.
The setting
With Nicky leading the way as usual, I excitedly dashed up to Nicky's bedroom, without even bothering to take my raincoat off, equally keen as her to get stuck into tying each other up.
Nicky had a terrific bedroom. It was the envy of all the local kids. The house she lived in was architect designed and constructed in the mid sixties, those wonderful swinging, freewheeling decades of flower power, free love, and hippiedom. It was considered to be absolutely cutting edge design at the time. Built of beige brick with a stainless steel roof, it blended in beautifully into the gently sloping hillside and the tall gums surrounding it. The kitchen and family room debouched onto a large and quiet paved yard only just smaller than a basketball court. A brick wall that separated the adjacent garage from the yard was at one end of the yard, with a basketball hoop and protective net behind to prevent stray balls landing on the roof. A high fence separated the yard from the front garden proper. It was a wonderfully safe place for young children to play while under parental supervision. We often used to play basketball or whatever it was we used to do while Mrs. C watched from the kitchen. On warm days, lunch or dinner was consumed outside. It was also a very popular place for barbecues.
Inside, the kitchen and family room as well as the bathroom and one of the bedrooms on the upper level overlooked what was commonly termed as the "Great Space." This was the downstairs living room used for watching TV and entertaining. Large glass sliding doors led to the back garden (the scene of 'Nicky's retribution.') and swimming pool. The parent's bedroom was to the very end of the downstairs room on the left, below Nicky's room. A small staircase on the extreme left led to a landing some 15 feet above the Great Space. The door to Nicky's bedroom was just to the left of this landing.
"Get the ropes out!"
The way the house was designed led to a very unusually shaped room. A large closet was on the right as you entered. The closet doors, which were at one end of the closet, in the corner of the room, were only four feet wide but the closet extended the entire length of the wall, some 15 feet - therefore it made a great and very dark hidey space. Her bed was also on the right, overlooking the small window. Additionally, the floor abruptly ended several paces also to the left-hand side. Timber panels rose some three feet or so then the floor continued as before. The ceiling was only four or five feet overhead at this point. It sloped downwards to end only 2 feet above the floor on the far left-hand side. The area could be curtained off, creating a very cosy and private space for guests to stay over. A large mattress occupied most of this space. This was where we spent the majority of time tying each other up, behind the 'privacy' of the curtains. However, Mrs. C would occasionally pop up just to make sure we were OK and that there was no rough stuff going on.
At the time of these games, Nicky's eldest brother had already moved out of home and her younger brother, R with whom she used to have to share her room with, consequently moved into the downstairs bedroom with the one remaining older brother, giving Nicky (and myself!) the privacy we had long hungered for.
Laughing and panting, we tumbled into to the privacy of Nicky's room and firmly shut the door behind us.
"C'mon lets get the ropes out!" I impatiently exclaimed. The first order of business was always for Nicky to drag out the box of ropes that she kept hidden well out of sight in the closet. They were invariably messily jumbled and tangled in the box because it never occurred to either of us to neatly coil the ropes up and pack them away - we just threw them in higgledy-piggledy upon the conclusion of our tying up competitions.
Preparations
Therefore, before we could do any tying at all, we both had to sit down and neatly coil up and sort the huge tangle of ropes into various lengths. Over the years both Nicky and myself had secretly amassed an imposing amount and variety of ropes. We never minded taking the time to do this. In hindsight, I think this only helped add to the excitement and anticipation of the tying up to come. We both knew that once we had finished tidying up Nicky's huge rope collection, it would be time to begin roping each other up.
While we busied ourselves sorting out the ropes, we chatted about almost everything and anything in the way that young kids do before getting around to discussing the footy, much to my great discomfort. (Cultural note3: In Australia and particularly my home state of Victoria, we follow "Australian Rules" football, which is a very fast and exciting game. Players are allowed to dispose of the oval shaped ball by either foot or handball but are required to kick it in order to score 'goals' or 'behinds'. We call England's own football code 'soccer')
The reason for my discomfort was because I barracked for the current bottom-of-the-ladder side, St.Kilda, known as the "Saints" while Nicky supported the top side, Carlton, the "Blues" who ultimately were to win the 1979 VFL Premiership that year. Naturally, Nicky rarely missed an opportunity to tease me about our form, or as was more usually the case, the lack of it! She also used to constantly remind me that I should barrack for a good side like her beloved "Navy Blues."
There were just 12 sides in the then VFL, which is now known as the AFL. There are now 16 sides in the AFL competition, five of them from interstate. And St.Kilda still has yet to win that elusive premiership! Meanwhile, Carlton has added four more Premiership cups to its trophy cabinet. Aargh. How do you think that makes me feel? I was still suckling inside my mother when we won our last (and only) flag so at least I can technically claim I was alive when that happy event occurred!
The bet
Eventually, once we had nearly finished untangling and sorting the ropes into various lengths, Nicky reminded me, "Don't forget it's my turn to be tied up first."
Slightly miffed that Nicky should have to remind me like that, I replied, " Of course I haven't forgotten"
" I bet I get free this time." she boasted. "Remember last week?"
I certainly did. The last tie up had been a disaster - I'd been experimenting with a new position and Nicky had somehow wriggled, slithered and eventually slipped her way to eventual freedom and my humiliation. (She was a very flexible, limber and supple girl, thanks to her ballet training) I spent the next hour or so in a very tight hogtie as her reward for allowing her to escape like that as per the rules. She'd also gagged me extra tight to stifle any complaints I may have had.
"I bet you don't," I snapped back.
Unruffled, Nicky calmly replied, "Wanna bet?"
"What?"
"Well… when I escape," Nicky stated with complete assurance, "you can buy me a bar of chocolate." That girl was the most amazing chocoholic. Nicky really loved chocolate and she would say or do anything to get her hands on some. Equally surprisingly, she never seemed to get fat either, considering the amount of chockies she used to put away - with my willing help! Actually, I will be honest and admit I also have a major kind of a sweet tooth too. I always have, always will. You know you have a big problem when you are on first name terms with your dentist.
"Don't worry, you won't escape!! No way you will get free," I added. "When I win, you can stay tied up for an extra hour. Plus you shout the choccy too. OK?"
"Let's see about that," Nicky chided. "That's what you said the last time too! Mason, never count your chickens before they hatch! Well," glancing at the neatly looped and coiled piles of rope, "are you ready to begin tying me up?" she asked, crossing her hands behind her back for added emphasis.
Nicky is tied up…
"Not so fast!" I exclaimed, "not like that. Get off the mattress and stand up on the floor," I peremptorily ordered.
Puzzled, Nicky asked, "Why?"
"You'll find out" I replied, clambering downwards onto the floor some few feet below me. Obediently, still plainly mystified by my request, Nicky followed. I had, in fact already decided how I wanted to tie Nicky up several nights ago - now was the time to put my planning into effect. I had spent a lot of time thinking about this.
"Ok, put your hands in front of you." I said. Nicky's eyes widened in surprise for conventional wisdom dictated that hands be tied behind the back. Up until now, I had never shown any great imagination in our tying up competitions, which used to earn me considerable criticism from her. At that point, I suppose you could describe myself as competent but basically conservative and Nicky skilled and imaginative when it came to tying each other up.
"Let the games begin!" I exclaimed as I began looping rope around Nicky's slender wrists, which I had placed facing palm to palm rather than crossed as usual. After looping the rope around her wrists about six or seven times, I tightly cinched the rope binding her wrists and knotted it out of reach. Nicky's eyes grew huge with apprehension as I repeated the same method just above her elbows, making them meet in the process. As I have already said earlier, Nicky used to study ballet. Therefore, she had a very flexible and limber body through long hours spent at the barre, which meant she could easily endure all kinds of unusual tie-ups many others could not.
"Yes, I teased, "You know you've had it already! And I haven't even begun yet!" I took another medium length of rope and attached it to the cinching between her wrists, and let the remaining ends drop to the floor.
Blessed silence…
"What are you doing?" she asked, without any real vehemence in her voice. (playing her role to the maximum) "This is too tight - what are you doing?"
"You talk too much," I stated, selecting a piece of cloth from the pile on the bed.
"No, no... Don't ga… Mmmphfhhh… " I stuffed the cloth in her mouth. I held it in place with my left hand while I picked up another longer strip of cloth and used it to tightly cleave gag her. Under the rules, Nicky had to cooperate so she stood there, head bowed in defeat as I finished gagging her with yet another strip of cloth, which I wound around and around and over the original cleave gag, silencing her for the duration.
After I finished gagging Nicky, I tied a long piece of rope around her waist and knotted it in front. I attached another piece of rope to her waist rope and passed it between her thighs, back over the waist rope behind her back, around in front. I repeated the same procedure and passed it back between her thighs again and knotted every thing off in back, forming a tight and very effective crotchrope. ( Although I never really understood at the time why she liked having a crotch rope tied on herself so much at the time, I knew Nicky used to really love being tied like that so I was always happy to oblige )
In the closet she goes!
I used two more separate pieces of rope above and below her budding breasts, (leaving her arms free) each one wound around her very tightly around five or six times. I took another piece of rope and tied it to the lower of her two chest ropes and looped it over her shoulders, passed it under the chest ropes in back and over the other shoulder to the ropes in front. Back over again - and to ensure the harness did not slip up her body, I passed the rope ends under and over the T junction of her crotch ropes in back, tightening them just a little. Back over the other shoulder again - knotted the ropes in front and passed again around the T-junction of her crotch rope in front, tightening them even more.
This time Nicky did go "Oo, oooo, Ooh!" But the look in her eyes told me how much she was enjoying being tied up like this.
"Ok, your legs now" I said. Methodically and carefully, I took my own sweet time tying and cinching ropes around her ankles, knees and thighs. I knew perfectly well that she would really be wondering why I was tying her up like this, hands in front, arms 'free' to boot, but I decided not to tell her.
I marched her over to the large closet and pushed all the clothes hanging on the fixed overhead rail to one side. Before making her get in, I placed a couple of thick soft pillows on the floor and told her to kneel on them. Giving me a quizzical gaze, she obediently knelt, clearly wondering what I had in mind for her.
I took the rope dangling from between her already tightly bound wrists and looped it over the rail. Nicky's eyes suddenly opened wide as she realised my intention. "Yes," I laughed. "I'm going to tie the rope up here. No way you'll be able to get at it up there" I pulled gently but firmly, forcing Nicky's bound hands high above her head. Once she was straining for balance on her knees, I tightly knotted it off to the railing.
I take extra precautions
While I was doing so, Nicky instinctively and slightly shifted position, presumably to give her better balance or simply to ease the pressure of her body weight on her knees. It was then that I realised the potentially fatal weakness in the way I had tied her up.
There was a good chance, knowing Nicky like I did, that she would be able to somehow wriggle her way to a standing position and untie the rope attaching her hands to the clothes rail. For a moment I was stuck - I could not decide what to do, until it occurred to me that I should get her feet off the ground and leave her balancing on her knees. So I attached another piece of rope to the cinching between her bound ankles, while a very thoroughly gagged Nicky peered at me as best as she could over her shoulder.
I pulled on it forcing her feet off the floor and shifting her whole weight and balance onto her knees, whereupon I tied the other end off to her chest ropes in back. The best I can describe this position would be to say that it was a standing 'semi - hogtie'
Feeling extremely pleased with myself with the way I had tied up Nicky like that, I closed the closet door but not before uttering the timeless cliché so beloved of everyone who has ever tied someone up, "Have fun! Don't go away!" Then, " You have half an hour to escape… if not you owe me!!"
Typhoon!
I promptly turned off the closet light and shut the doors plunging Nicky into stygian darkness. After I shut the door on her, I flopped down on her bed and wished it were me who was tied up like that. I could not help thinking that this was the best I had ever tied anyone up before. Before settling down to read the latest "Richie Rich" comic, the very same comic once banned in communist Russia as decadent, (I used to be a big RR fan) I checked my watch. It was now around 10 or so in the morning - it had taken me just over half an hour to tie Nicky up.
It wasn't long before I needed to go to the toilet and get something to drink because I was really thirsty by now so I hauled myself off the bed and headed outside. As I walked down the stairs, I pretended to myself that I was a old sea captain, master of a beautiful Chinese wool clipper sailing ship caught in a violent typhoon (referred as a 'hurricane' in the US) The wooden stairway rocked and heaved as the giant green foaming waves caught the ship and tossed it about like a cork. The wind howled and screamed through the rigging high above me.
Once I had reached the relative safety of the lower deck, I encountered the crusty old bosun (actually Mrs. C) She spoke: "What are you wearing your raincoat for?"
I explained to her that I was a sailing captain and that my ship had been caught in a terrible typhoon. I warned her that we might sink because the storm was so bad.
"Oh I see," she said, apparently quite unperturbed. (What a cool lady!) Suddenly concerned, she asked if Nicky was all right. Not "You haven't tied her up too tight?" or anything like that. She knew that we could be trusted to be careful. I replied in the affirmative - that she was just fine!
Nicky loses the bet
"I'm glad to hear that. Well, lunch will be ready at around twelve or so. But why don't you take a drink up for Nicky? She must be getting thirsty by now."
"No worries" She strolled around to the kitchen on the other side of the kitchen bench where I was standing and got out a couple of cans of co*ke (I used to drink industrial quantities of the stuff in my younger days) for us both. Drinks in hand, I negotiated my way through the storm lashed decks into the safety and privacy of the master's cabin in the stern. The rain hammering on the roof above only served to add an extra touch of realism to my fantasy.
By now, it was nearly forty-five minutes since I had tied up and shut Nicky in the closet so I decided it was time to check up on her and see if she was OK. Having been shut in darkness for so long, her eyes unused to the bright light, she blinked quite rapidly as I opened the closet door. She was still tied as tightly as I had left her. I could not help feeling awfully satisfied that she had not been able to escape this time - this was definitely one of the best 'tie-ups' I had done to date.
Smirking, I commented, "I see you're still here! What was that you were saying about escaping earlier? Heyyyy…."
Nicky whuffled indignantly from behind her gag and twisted about in her tight bonds, but to no avail. I knew she would want to tie me up extra tight as pay back for that but I didn't care - by now I was aching to be tied up too.
"Well… I think you owe me one now. Looking forwards to that choccy already," I teased her. Realising how tightly I had tied her up, I then asked her if she was OK
Nicky untied
Nicky shook her head - no. I was surprised, because she normally really enjoyed being tied up for long periods of time. I asked her if she was comfortable. Again she shook her head, emphatically signalling no!
"Do you want me to untie you now?" Nicky vehemently nodded - yes!
As far as I was (and still am) concerned, bondage should be a fun thing not some kind of torture for the "victim." Of course the essential nature of bondage means that the person being tied up will not be 100% comfortable, but then that is part of its appeal. It is all about restraint. The timeless theme of the lovely damsel in distress tightly bound and gagged at the mercy of her captors. This is what makes it so exciting to its devotees. The bottom line is that both parties should be able to enjoy themselves, not just one or the other. If Nicky was genuinely uncomfortable, then no way I was going to be cruel and torment her by leaving her tied up.
Quickly, I untied the rope connecting her feet to her back before untying the rope hoisting her arms up high above her head to the clothes rail. Nicky moaned with relief as I lowered her arms in front of her. I gently helped Nicky out of the closet and unbound her legs. Somewhat stiffly, for Nicky had been tied up for nearly an hour by now, she walked rather wobbily the few short paces to the bed and flopped down on it. She held out her arms for me to untie. After untying her arms, I took off her gag. Gasping with relief, for she had been gagged for a long time now, Nicky gulped down the co*ke her mother had so thoughtfully provided before saying anything.
"Ohhh… That's better!" she exclaimed, "I was just SOOOO thirsty!"
"Feel better now?" I asked.
A little reminder - its my turn!
"Oh yes! Much!" Nicky replied, "You know Mason, that was awfully tight, the way you tied me up like that…"
"It didn't hurt you, did it?" I asked, suddenly worried that I may have hurt her.
"Oh no, it didn't hurt," she reassured me, "But I was starting to get really uncomfortable after a while - my arms were really beginning to ache so bad. My knees were also starting to feel a bit sore too"
"Oh right," I nodded sympathetically.
"Don't get me wrong, I liked it but it was just a bit too tight that was all." Suddenly she grinned, that wonderful infectious smile I used to find so captivating. "But I reckon you got me pretty good!"
"Oh for sure," I enthused, "But you still owe me that choccy now plus you still have to spend another hour tied up because you did not escape."
"Sure!" she readily agreed. "Why don't you tie me up at lunch time?"
"Now that's a great idea," I said, "I can pretend that I'm a pirate and I have kidnapped you for ransom"
"Hey yes! But how could anyone afford my ransom? I'm so beautiful," she sighed theatrically. I still remember the way she used to talk like that.
"You'd better hope they do," I leant over and sneered, "Or… you simply… vanish! Permanently," I added for extra emphasis and to get my point across.
"Ooo…" Nicky pretended to shrink away from me in terror
Suddenly impatient with all this talk, I reminded Nicky that it was my turn to be tied up. By now, I really wanted to be tied up. I loved the way it felt being tied up.
"Ok," she agreed, a wicked gleam suddenly appearing in her eyes. I did not like that look one little bit at all - it spelt trouble for me! "Let me think about this - I have to decide how to tie you up," she said, picking up a long length of rope and beginning to untangle it
Preparations commence for an ocean voyage
"Are you going to take that off?" I asked.
"Take what off?" Nicky asked.
"Take that off" I replied, indicating Nicky's crotch rope, which she had forgotten to untie.
"Aah, no," she replied. She must have seen the slight look of surprise in my face for she rationalised her decision to leave her crotch rope tied on by saying, "It feels nice." Thoughtfully, "I like it."
"Ok" I saw nothing terribly unusual about it at the time for I loved the way the ropes felt on me while tied up. It was not until years later that I realised….
We spent the next few minutes sorting out and untangling the ropes that were about to be used to tie me up! Meanwhile I got increasingly excited at the delicious prospect of being tied up.
"By the way, why are you still wearing your raincoat?" she asked.
Because I was too embarrassed to admit the only reason I was still wearing it was because I liked the 'plasticky' feel of my yellow vinyl raincoat so much, I provided her with much the same explanation that I had already given Mrs. C. "Haven't you noticed the way its blowing out there? I'm wearing this in case I get called out on deck. There's a chance our ship might sink…" I added ominously.
"Oh I see," Nicky said. She got up and theatrically lurched over to the streaming window in the stern. Acting out her part to perfection, Nicky shuddered and said, "The waves are HUGE! I have never seen them so big before! Maybe you're right. I really should wear mine too - just in case" Nicky walked, or rather staggered over to the closet and pulled out her matching yellow plastic raincoat and tightly buttoned it up, before drawing up the drawstring hood around her face. I loved the way she stood there in her own plastic raincoat - I thought she looked wonderful!
After donning her raincoat and sitting next to me on the bed, we finished untangling and neatly coiling the ropes for use on me.
All tied up!
"Ok!" Nicky exclaimed. "Stand up!"
Obediently, I stood up and put my hands behind my back for her to begin binding me. Nicky wasted no time in tying and cinching my hands behind my back, knotting the rope ends off well out of reach of my fingers. My elbows followed next. I was not anywhere near as flexible as Nicky but she could still get them (my elbows) very close together. One very good thing about the plastic raincoat I was wearing - it covered my you-know what beautifully. I decided I should wear it more often for just that reason while being tied up. Never mind that the bright yellow plastic material looked and felt so good as well!
After she had taken care of my arms in this manner, Nicky further immobilised them by tying and cinching several very long lengths of rope below my shoulders and just above my elbows, lashing my arms to my body. The last piece of rope was looped and tied at waist height pinioning my wrists to my back. I could hardly believe the way the ropes looked and pressed so insistently against the plastic material of my raincoat.
Nicky knelt down on the floor and quickly tied my ankles and knees together, pulling and cinching the ropes as hard as she could - she was obviously still smarting from losing the bet.
Right on cue, I complained, "That's too tight!"
As soon as the words left my mouth Nicky stopped roping my thighs together. "Oh, is it?" she said unsympathetically, "Well lets see what I can do about that. Open your mouth"
"No way!" I cheekily said waiting to see what she would do or say in response.
A terrible threat
"Want me to tickle you?" she asked, a beatific smile wreathing her face, knowing full well how ticklish I was. There had been quite a few previous occasions when Nicky had tied me up then proceeded to tickle the hell out of me for no other reason than sheer devilment. She loved to hear me beg for mercy. The worst thing was that Nicky was not a particularly ticklish person so I could not easily obtain revenge by giving her a dose of her own medicine. - and she knew it all too well, a natural advantage she used to exploit to the max. "Tickle your feet? Would you like me to tickle your feet?"
"No way!!" I hastily exclaimed
"Well then! Open your mouth and let me gag you and I won't tickle you"
"Promise?" I asked warily. Very warily for some of her previous promises not to tickle me had lasted about as long as the average politician's ability to keep election promises. In other words, not very long at all…
"Promise." I didn't like the look on her face. That silly little smile and the way her lips were twitching with barely suppressed amusem*nt. It was not in the least bit reassuring.
"Promise and hope to die?"
"Yes, ok! Now shut up and open your mouth" I had little option, the way I was tied up already. I knew she would not untie me even if I asked her. Not now. No way, not after the amount of time and energy that she had already expended in tying me up.
"Shut your eyes. I have a surprise for you!" she said
"Why should I?" I replied. "I don't trust you."
Gagged!
Bright tears filled Nicky's eyes and her lips quivered. One thing I will say for Nicky - she could be a very convincing actor when she wanted to be. Nicky even used to star in many of the various dramatic productions her school used to put on. "Don't you trust me?" she plaintively asked in a tiny girlish voice.
"Of course I trust you!!"
"Well then, shut your eyes!" No point arguing with her very feminine logic. Defeated, I shut my eyes. Nicky put her mouth against my ear and commented in sugary sweet tones, "Mason, you are going to love this surprise! I made this specially for you"
Made what?!? I puzzled
Sweetly, she repeated, "And open your mouth!"
Quickly, before I had time to protest, she popped the "ball-gag" in my mouth. The large one and a half-inch ball completely filled my mouth as she pulled and tightly tied the cloth ends behind me. It was a total shock to me. I just could not believe the way that Nicky had gagged me like this. I tried to push the ball out with my tongue but I could not. Nicky had tied that ball gag in my mouth very tightly. She stood there and howled with laughter at my surprise and discomfort. Eventually she must have seen the look of sheer curiosity and wonder on my face after the initial shock had worn off. I was dying with curiosity to learn how she made it. The answer was not long coming. (The dialogue is pretty much as it would have been back then.)
Nicky smilingly asked, "Do you remember the way you put that golf ball in my mouth a few weeks ago then tied the cloth over it to gag me?"
Just for me…
I nodded - the memory of the look of surprise on Nicky's face when I used the golf ball to gag her was still fresh in my mid. Nicky continued. "Well I went to the local shopping centre with my mum the other week and I found this soft rubber ball at a pet shop and I bought it. I had been going to give it to my dog to play with but I put it in my school bag and forgot about it. Anyway, when I got home from school the other day and I saw the ball still inside my schoolbag. That's when I decided to see if I could use it to make a gag. Just for you! Because you like to be tied up!"
I must have blushed for Nicky laughed again. Still giggling, she went on to say that she had simply taken a longish piece of cloth and torn it into a strip, with the ball in the middle. She'd knotted it each side of the ball so it would not fall out. Then all she had to do was force the (cloth covered) ball in my mouth, wrap and tie the ends around the back in the same manner as a more conventional cleave gag
Having made this boastful little speech how she had dreamed up and made this gag for me, Nicky immediately finished tying my thighs together, pulling so hard on the rope, they actually dug into my flesh a little. It did not hurt but it was tighter than any before. After she had almost finished tying me up, Nicky helped me lie on her bed, on my stomach. Picking up one last fairly short piece of rope, she apologised, "I'm sorry its not more imaginative but I know you really like being tied up like this so that's how I'm going to do it" Slyly, a knowing look in her eyes, "I know you like being tied up so that's why I'm tying you up like this."
Hogtied!
I did not even bother protest, not because I was gagged but mainly the knowledge that what she had said was true. Besides, Nicky had said this in a very understanding kind of way. In a teasing way, yes but in a manner that let me know she knew what made me tick but was not concerned by the fact. Nicky confirmed this a few moments later, "Anyway, Mason, I enjoy tying you up! I like being tied up too! It's fun!"
As soon as Nicky finished saying this, she promptly put me into a very tight hogtie, so tight my hands were almost touching my ankles. It was the tightest she had ever tied me up. I'd been hogtied before but never as tight as this - and I was loving every moment of this… I literally could not move an inch, so tightly I had been tied up.
"Are you OK?" Nicky asked. I nodded yes, oh yes! "Oh that's good. I hope it's not too tight." I shook my head to indicate that I was fine. Nicky continued to maintain the fiction it was a competitive thing by saying, "OK, you've got half an hour to get free. If you do not escape in half an hour you stay tied up for the whole hour. OK by you?"
Nodding my agreement, I watched as Nicky climbed up on the mattress and absorbed herself in the comic she'd been reading at the time. Every now and then she'd glance at me, the wordless question writ large in her face, Are you OK?
Time passed slowly, yet quickly. I was in heaven. I was tied up as tightly as I had ever been tied before with no possibility of escape. The ropes and knots were tight. Nicky had done far too good a job of tying me up as usual. After all, she had had the benefit of years of experience now (our tying up games had begun at the age of nine. She was also a Girl Guide too. At least she'd used to be until she had discovered ballet and drawing) I was very glad that I was lying on my stomach and that Nicky could not see how turned on I was by my bondage.
Mrs. C pays a visit
I could see Nicky's little alarm clock on the bedside table from where I laid on her bed. The hands of the clock steadily and inexorably moved around the dial in that slow relentless passage of time. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty. Fifty. Still Nicky made no move to untie me, and for my part, I did not want to be untied at all - I wanted this to last forever. Even if my jaw was beginning to ache from the gag in my mouth, I did not mind too much because I was enjoying myself too much to want to call for attention. I just laid there quietly and savoured the feel of the ropes binding me. The amazing thing is that despite my inability to do anything while I was tied up, I was never bored during those times and that still applies today.
Suddenly, after an hour or so had passed there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" It was Nicky's mum. I quailed inwardly; I was embarrassed to let her see me tied up and ball-gagged like this.
"Sure! Come in, Mum!" Nicky called out. I could hear the click of Mrs. C's high heels as she walked across the wooden floor.
"I see you've used the gag you made," she calmly commented upon noticing the ball filling my mouth.
"Mason likes it," Nicky teased, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Do you like the gag Nicky made?" Mrs. C asked. She appeared to be genuinely interested to see what my response would be.
"Mmmppfhhhh" I softly 'mmmph'd' in gentle approbation that I did indeed like the gag, nodding my head so she would understand what I was trying to tell her.
"I'm glad to hear that. You know," she commented, sitting down next to my raincoated and bound figure on the bed, "I was surprised when Nicky showed me what she had made. I didn't even know what it was until Nicky told me what it was for…"
A forfeit owing…
Laughing, Nicky interrupted, "Mason, Mum tried it on!"
My shock must have shown clearly on my face for Mrs. C said, "Yes that's right. I did try it on. Nicky said that I should try it on. So I did."
"I didn't tie her up though," Nicky said a little wistfully, conveying her unspoken wish that she had been allowed to tie her mum up.
"I didn't like it much. But that's perhaps because I'm getting older now," she informed me. "Anyway, I came up to tell you that lunch will be ready in half an hour or so."
"Sure. Thanks Mum!" Nicky exclaimed. "We'll be down soon."
"Well, I'll go now and I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes," Mrs. C said as she got up to leave.
"Be careful you don't fall overboard, Mum." Nicky earnestly said, "That typhoon is really bad. Mason said that the ship might sink"
"Don't worry, I'll be really careful. You wouldn't want to lose your cook would you?" Mrs. C joked, as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
By the time Nicky untied me, I had been bound and gagged for nearly an hour and a half. Needless to say, Nicky refused to take the gag off until she had finished untying me, a process that took some time due to the amount of rope she had used to tie me up. The knots were so tight that she also had some difficulty picking at them. She left my hands until last - only then was I allowed to remove the gag. I have to be honest and admit that it was a relief when the ropes and gag came off - my arms, legs and jaw was really beginning to ache.
I love to be hogtied the best but it can get very uncomfortable after a while especially if the legs have been pulled back hard. I was definitely not too unhappy to be freed at last.
After gratefully swallowing the co*ke that Mrs. C had thoughtfully brought up for me, Nicky reminded me that I was supposed to tie her up for lunch. (following her defeat in the closet tie-up)
No special favours
Of course I had no problem complying with this little request. Because we were only going down for lunch, I did not tie her up in any kind of elaborate manner. I simply crossed Nicky's hands together behind her back and tightly bound them together. I took especial care to ensure the knots were well out of reach for Nicky had an amazing ability to manipulate even the tightest of knots with her fingers. More rope was used to bind her arms securely to her sides, preventing Nicky from bringing her hands under her legs and in front of her.
At last I was ready to escort my beautiful captive to the pirate ship's galley. I made a mental note to remind the cook to keep an eye on her - I did not want her escaping. My bloodthirsty crew would probably make me walk the plank were I so foolish as to let her escape. She was our passport to untold riches. I'd ransomed her for a million pieces of gold, the currency of the time. A more valuable prisoner I had never minded. After all, her father was none other than the King of Spain itself. At the time, Spain, England's ancient enemy of yore, was probably the wealthiest nation on Earth. The Spanish Main was, verily, in those days a river of gold - all of it flowing in one direction. Imperial Spain.
"Are you going to gag me as well?" Nicky asked, "Please don't. Remember that I am a princess. You've got to look after me."
"What do you think? I'm not going to have you calling for help. Do you think I'm that stupid? Sorry, the gags going on whether you like it or not."
"Aaaw," she pleaded, "Don't gag me please!"
Completely unmoved by her plaintive entreaties not to gag her, I asked, "Which one do you want? This one (indicating the cloth in my left hand) or this one?" (the home-made cloth-covered ball-gag in the other)
Lunch is served
"That one," Nicky said, looking at the ball-gag, barely feigned reluctance evident in her voice.
"Your wish is my command, my princess" I sarcastically informed her, whilst popping the big ball in to her waiting mouth and tightly tying the cloth ends behind her head. After gagging her, I drew up the raincoat hood over her head and knotted the laces under her chin, further denying access to the knotted cloth in back. I picked up a couple of extra pieces of rope and pushed my prisoner outside into the howling typhoon raging outside.
"This way, my princess. Time for lunch!"
Somehow we managed to negotiate the heaving staircase while the tempest raged around us. The waves were so huge that each time our tiny ship dived into each massive trough, we were surrounded on all sides by evil dark grey-green water. Each towering wall of water was a good 50 or 60 feet high. A blinding blizzard of ice-cold spray flew around us as I held on to my captive lest she be washed overboard. We could hardly see for everything had turned opaque from blinding white spray created by the demonic winds. The screaming two hundred-mile per hour winds deafened us as we made our ascent. Some moments later, we reached the comfort and safety of the galley where the ships cook had laid out our perennial favourite, party pies and co*ke for our midday repast.
Completely unruffled by the goings on around her, Mrs. C bustled around the kitchen while I roped Nicky onto one of the tall bar stools lining the opposite side of the large wooden kitchen bench. Quickly, for I was hungry, I tied her ankles together and used the second piece of rope to attach them to the footrest near the bottom of the stool. Only then did I un-gag her.
"How will Nicky be able to eat her lunch if you have tied her up?" Mrs. C questioned, obviously curious to see what my response would be.
The captain's word is law…
"I am a pirate captain from the Spanish Main and I have kidnapped her for ransom - She is a princess from Spain."
"Oh I see, " Mrs. C calmly replied, unperturbed by this vital snippet of intelligence.
"So, because I am the captain of this ship you will feed her or I will tie you up and make you walk the plank," I cheekily said, although I had no idea what I would do if she said "No." After all, Mrs. C was Nicky's own mother. While I enjoyed tying Nicky up, I drew the line at tying her mum up too.
Fortunately, Nicky's mum averted a possible crew mutiny by cheerily agreeing to feed Nicky lunch. She simply stood there and hand fed Nicky each and every delicious mouthful of party-pie while I served her co*ke in between. Her hands still tightly bound together behind her, Nicky sat there and grinned like that wonderfully sardonic Cheshire cat of "Alice in Wonderland" fame as she happily accepted and munched away on each mouthful. Rarely have the cruel bloodthirsty pirates of the Spanish Main ever dined so well.
"Looks like its still raining outside," Mrs. C commented. That's is what I love about Melbourne's weather - it is consistent in its inconsistency. Where I live, people joke about Melbourne being the only city in the world with four seasons in one day. It is entirely possible to go out for the day, and to discard the raincoat or umbrella, confident in the knowledge that it will not rain. After all, our esteemed weather bureau said so! (little wonder it was so often the butt of cruel jokes made at its expense) Seemingly only minutes later, once it's too late to return home, it can be pouring and you get soaked in icy rain. Then bright sunshine. Then more rain and hail. Today the weather was inconsistent in its consistency - for once it was unvarying. Unvaryingly awful. It had been raining hard all day, seemingly without let up.
Princess Nicky gets too uppity
"Yair, looks like the typhoons getting worse," Nicky agreed. "Better be careful, Mason. You don't want me to fall overboard do you?" she said sweetly. "If I fall overboard, will you save me?"
Curtly, I replied, "No." Nicky pouted.
She crossly asked me if I meant anything to her. "Only for what I can get from your father as a ransom."
Tossing her head with disdain "Oh, thanks very much!"
"Watch what you say or the gag goes back on," I admonished.
"Thrrr - rrrp!" She blew a loud raspberry in my direction. "Right that does it!" I exclaimed, "Open your mouth!"
Nicky stuck her dainty little pink tongue out at me before replying, "No! Why should I? I am a princess. You know, Royalty! Princesses are never gagged." Disdainfully pursing her lips, she sat there regally and waited for my response. I did not disappoint her.
I pinched her leg. Not hard enough to cause pain but certainly hard enough to make her yell. "Ou- Mmmmpfthhhh" As soon as she opened that big mouth of hers, I stuffed the rag covered ball back in her mouth and wrapped the ends around her head twice before knotting them off as tight as I could behind her head. Nicky glared at me, mortally offended that I should be treating her Royal Highness in such a cavalier fashion. To be honest, I really did not care what her exalted personage thought - I liked her much better the way she was - so nicely tied up and gagged like that.
My turn
"Much better!" I teased her. "That's much better. I think I like you much better like this. What do you think Mrs. C?" Very diplomatically, Mrs. C did not answer my question, instead turning her head away with a little half smile of amusem*nt showing. The look on Nicky's face told me that I could expect dire retribution some day for this - most probably on the torture racks of the King. I managed to avoid the evil eye by pulling her raincoat hood back over her face and tying the drawstring so tightly, I could only see her pert little nose sticking out. Laughing, Mrs. C said, Well, I think that will shut her up!"
Lunch over, I untied Nicky's legs and helped her down from the stool before propelling her back up to the rear masters cabin in the stern of the pirate ship. As soon as we reached the privacy of Nicky's bedroom, I took off her gag and asked what she wanted to do. At this point, I would have been quite happy to do something else (it had already been a great day so far) but Nicky said, "Well, I've completed my punishment for not escaping earlier - so we're all square now."
"Yes, but what do you want to do now?" I asked, secretly hoping that Nicky would want to continue our tying up 'competition'
"Mmm," she pretended to think. "I tied you up last time. This was my extra tie up for not escaping before. So its my turn to be tied up again." I could not believe Nicky's appetite for being tied up. Not that I minded too much - although I did feel a prickle of annoyance that she seemed to be getting tied up more than I was today. As if sensing my thoughts, Nicky said, "Actually, look, I've been tied up twice already today - you want me to tie you up now? See if you can escape?" she smirked.
Chair tied
The look on my face must have conveyed my answer to Nicky for she said, "I would never have guessed. Ok, untie me now and I'll tie you up."
After untying her, she dragged out the swivel chair from out under her desk. It was large and very comfortable with a padded seat and backrest. There were also two armrests. It rolled on four castors at the end of an X shaped frame with the single pole supporting the seat.
As soon as we had finished the task of untangling and sorting the untidy tangle of ropes on the floor, Nicky asked me to sit down so that she could begin tying me up. Needless to say, I obeyed her instructions with great alacrity. As soon as I had sat down, Nicky wasted no time in tightly tying and cinching my hands to each armrest at wrist and just below the elbows for extra insurance. My ankles and knees promptly followed next. Nicky also took care to tie my ankles to the supporting pole so I could not bring them out in front of me
Once my arms and legs had been secured, Nicky continued roping me to the chair so tightly, that I felt I had become part of the chair. More ropes were lashed around my body just below my shoulders and above the elbows. I could hardly move at all. She repeated the same just above my knees and at my highs to the seat itself, pinning me to the chair. Nicky tied one end of a long piece of rope to my upper chest rope. She looped both ends over my shoulders and passed the ends behind and beneath me and through my crotch before pulling on them rather tightly and tying the ends off the same point she had begun, completing my chair tie. I could not move at all. I was now very tightly bound to the chair with, as usual no hope of freeing myself.
Silence is golden…
An evil gleam in her eye, Nicky thoughtfully appraised me before picking up the discarded collection of rags on the bed and carefully stuffing them into my mouth, one by one. My cheeks bulged out, so thoroughly had she packed my mouth. I felt like a hamster masticating its lunch. Once Nicky had finished making me feel like a hamster, she cleave gagged me much more tightly than usual. "This is for the way you gagged me at lunchtime!" she hissed.
Even more thoughtfully, she considered my bound and gagged form before coming to a decision. Apprehensively, wondering what she had in mind for me, I watched while Nicky neatly folded a long strip of cloth several times. Cloth in hand, she approached me and blindfolded me, cutting off all sight. I heard her triumphantly boast, "Get out of that - you can stay tied up until I decide to let you go!"
Hours passed (actually it only seemed that way before Nicky deigned to ask me if I was OK and that it had now been half an hour since she'd finished tying me up. "Well, since you look so comfortable, I think I'll leave you there. At least I know you cannot steal my comic while you are tied up!" she teased. "I only got this one yesterday and I want to finish reading it," she taunted, knowing that her words would inflame me. She knew perfectly well that once I had been untied, I would also want to read her new 'Superman' comic. Would Lois Lane be tied up as usual for her superhero sweetheart to find?
Nicky's turn
Eventually, time passed; as it must and Nicky said that she had finished reading her comic and that I could tie her up now. In my own desire to be tied up, it never really occurred to me that Nicky might enjoy being tied up as much as I did. But then, I was not only too embarrassed to admit my love for being tied up to Nicky, I was typically self-centred as young boys often are. After untying me, Nicky asked how I was going to tie her up.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" I cheekily answered, as I busied myself untangling the ropes. She didn't say anything but I could see her filing away that remark for future retrieval.
"Sit down on the floor" I told Nicky. Puzzled, she sat down, wondering how I was going to tie her up this time. Under the rules of our competition, I had to rope her up in a different way each time I tied her up. "Put your legs out straight out in front of you," I instructed. Obediently, Nicky did so, quivering with barely suppressed eagerness to be tied up herself.
I bound and cinched her ankles, knees and thighs together, immobilising her legs. After I had finished binding Nicky's legs together, I told her to lean over and place her hands next to her ankles. Clearly surprised, Nicky complied. I carefully and methodically bound each hand to each ankle, just above the ropes lashing them together, taking care to cinch her bindings tight, checking that the knots were out of reach. For added insurance, I also tied her arms at the elbows to her legs just below the knees, leaving her bent over and helplessly bound. Simple but effective. She wouldn't be going anywhere fast.
Lois Lane all tied up!
"Could you gag me please?" Nicky asked, thinking I had forgotten to gag her. "The one with the ball inside" Most girls I know would have been complaining it was too tight. Not Nicky. She was asking to be gagged instead. Naturally I was only too happy to oblige. After I finished gagging her, I blindfolded her in the same way she had done to me before pulling the raincoat hood up over her face and tying the drawstring as before so that she was doubly blindfolded.
As soon as I had finished tying and gagging Nicky, I dived for the Super - duper man comic hoping to see the lovely Lois Lane tied up for her caped crusader boyfriend to find. As usual, I was not disappointed. She seemed to spend much of her time tied up in that particular issue. I enjoyed reading it so much, I nearly forgot all about Nicky. No wonder she wanted to read it so much! I was even less surprised she felt I needed to be tied up while she read it.
After the mandatory half an hour had passed, I asked Nicky if she was OK. She nodded - yes. "Fine, I think I'll just leave you tied up for a little while more - since you have not escaped yet, you can stay tied up! That OK by you? Even more eagerly she nodded her approbation, obviously relishing the idea of staying tied up for a little longer. Eventually, after the next half an hour had passed, I untied her since I was anxious for my go at 'escaping'
Tied spreadeagle
After we had finished sorting out the ropes (yet again - it was virtually a ritual for both of us!) Nicky asked me to take my raincoat off and lie down on her bed.
"What for?" I asked, "Why not up here like we normally do?"
"Because I want to try something different," Nicky smugly replied.
"Like what?" I wanted to know.
"Why should I tell you?" she impatiently said. "You can wait!"
Nicky's bed was one of those lovely old hand carved wooden affairs with ornately carved and detailed posts at each end, each rising some one to two feet above the bed itself. A large soft mattress sat on the wooden slats below. A colourful quilt covered the bed sheets. It was a much nicer bed than my own plain trundle bed. I liked it very much
"Ok, lie on your back," she ordered
"Please," I sighed
"Please," Nicky sarcastically parroted, totally unrepentant. I lay on my back, waiting for her to begin tying me up.
Nicky grabbed my right hand and tightly tied and cinched it to the post at the top of the bed. Then the left swiftly followed. I was now bound and helpless. I tried to ignore the usual totally predictable effect that being tied up had on me. I just hoped Nicky would not notice - not likely! As soon as she had secured my hands, she cleave-gagged me to forestall any complaint.
"Stretch out - yes, like that!" Nicky commanded, totally in charge as usual, while pulling hard on my ankles. Once I was stretched out full length on the bed, Nicky promptly tied both my ankles to the bottom two posts, leaving me helplessly stretched out on the bed. I was entirely at her mercy. It was then that my shoes came off. Things really were not looking good at this stage…
Tickle torture…
However, Nicky was still not finished with tying me up. She attached one end of a very long piece of rope to the side of the bed and looped it over my upper chest just below my shoulders before passing it back under the bed. Nicky leant right under the bed to retrieve the dangling end on the floor and looped it over me yet again, repeating this process several times before pulling hard to tighten everything up so I could not struggle. Nicky then used another similarly long piece of rope and repeated the entire process at my waist, fastening me very securely to the bed. I could not move at all and she knew it.
Nicky climbed up on the bed and straddled me, smirking. I cringed as Nicky looked down and noticed the tell-tale bulge in my jeans. "You really do like being tied up, don't you?" she commented, rubbing her hand over my crotch. Nicky broke up laughing as I blushed a deep red. Giving my privates one last squeeze, she continued, "You know, I like you much better like this," Nicky teased. "Now I'm going to make you pay for gagging me when I asked you not to!"
As soon as she had finished saying this, she grabbed my jumper and pulled it up, exposing my bare skin. She ran her fingers lightly over my skin, a thoughtful, almost wistful expression on her angelic face. Suddenly, she began tickling me for all she was worth on each side of my lower chest, stomach and bare feet. I have always been extremely ticklish. Nicky also knew that I was a particularly ticklish person, having previously experimented on various parts of my anatomy to see where I was most ticklish - naturally I was always well tied up on these prior occasions. Merciless she might be, but stupid she was not.
More tickle torture!
"Nnaammmgffhhh" I protested, frantically squirming to escape from her probing hands but to absolutely no avail - now I knew why Nicky had taken such care to tie me down to the bed like that. I could not move and I certainly could not try to buck her off either. I laughed and cried as she continued to torment me with her dancing fingers.
"Had enough now?" Nicky asked. I hurriedly nodded yes - I definitely had had enough! "Do you apologise?"
I felt like saying "For what?" The only reason I did not say anything was because I was so tightly gagged. I was more or less incapable of any coherent speech. Besides which, I knew that if I answered back, Nicky would keep right on tickling me until I did apologise. I nodded my head as best as I could to indicate that I was indeed suitably apologetic, (actually, I was anything but!)
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, in that sickly sugary sweet tone of voice, which only girls seem to be able to articulate so well. "Well, you've got, lets see," theatrically consulting her watch, "half an hour to escape. Have fun." With that, Nicky turned around and left the room. While I laid there tied to Nicky's bed, I could hear voices downstairs; the higher pitched excited tones of her voice contrasting with her mothers smoother deeper delivery. Eventually, after what seemed only a few minutes, Nicky returned.
Grinning, she asked me if I was OK. I nodded in the affirmative. "Ok, time to untie you, I have an idea I want to try." Noticing my puzzled expression, Nicky said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you!"
Inspiration
Once the last ropes came off my wrists (why is it that the hands are always the last to be untied?) Nicky flung my raincoat at me and said to put it on, saying " I know you like wearing this too!" I blushed again. It was another moment that remains imbedded in my memory, mainly because of the embarrassment. For a 13-year-old, Nicky was awfully bright - she had me completely wired by now. She insisted on buttoning it up herself and doing up the hood for me before turning her attention to the ropes loosely coiled on the floor.
"You know," Nicky mused, while we sorted out the ropes yet again, "We seem to spend an awful lot of time tying each other up, don't we?"
I nodded my agreement, wondering where this was leading to - I did not have long to find out. Thoughtfully, she continued, "You know, we have never been tied up at the same time."
I almost fainted when Nicky said that - I had always wanted to be tied up at the same time with her but I had previously been too shy to articulate my thoughts out loud. "Now that's true." I commented, "I'd like that too." Now that would have been the understatement of the century.
"I'd love to be tied up the same time you are - that would be fun!" she said. We could pretend that we had both been kidnapped and being held for ransom. And it would be less boring than having to wait while the other person tries to escape."
"But there's one problem with that" I pointed out ever so reasonably.
How to tie each other up, tis the question
We had always conducted our tying up competitions in private, so we had no one to join in with us. (At least they were private in the sense only Mrs. C and R knew of our special pastime) No one else knew that we used to have these tying up competitions all the time, except for Mrs. C and her younger brother R, who always gave us a very wide berth as soon as we got out the ropes. He all too obviously feared a repeat of the time that we had tied him up and threw party pies at him. For some reason, the other local neighbourhood kids never got involved in these games of our although we used to spend a lot of time with them outside. It was just the way things happened. I remember wishing that they would join us in tying each other up but for some reason, it never did. S and B were also best friends and preferred to spend time in each other's company in the same way Nicky and I did. They were also more or less inseparable in the same way that we were.
Nicky frowned. "What?"
"For the very good reason that if I am tied up, how am I going to be able to tie you up? Or if you are tied up, how will you tie me up? You got any ideas?"
"Actually, yes I have," she somewhat smugly replied
"Like what?" I quizzed her. Her answer astonished me.
Mrs. C to be roped in
"I'll ask mum to help tie us up," she said "She thinks its just a fun thing we do, she doesn't mind at all."
Acutely embarrassed at the idea of an adult even if it was the very tolerant and totally cool Nicky's mother tying us up, I complained, "Yes, but you can't ask your mum to help tie us up!"
"Why not?" Nicky asked, beginning to purse her lips together, a sure sign she was starting to get annoyed with me.
"Because she's an adult that's why!" I said. "You can't ask her to tie us up!" I didn't want to admit how embarrassed I felt by this. I did not mind Nicky or even her teasing but getting Mrs. C to do the honours was a little too much for me.
"Wanna bet?" she asked. Knowing that betting with her invariably resulted in my losing, I reluctantly gave in. "OK, ok" I said. "Ask her to tie us up then. But I bet she says no."
"She won't" Nicky stated this fact with complete assurance. "I know what my mum's like. She'll think it's a great joke."
"Oh right, I believe you." I snorted
"She will, I know she will!" Nicky opened her mouth to yell for her mum to come upstairs.
Hastily, I interrupted. "Ok, ok! I believe you!"
With the smug expression of a cat that has just savoured a bowl of cream, she said, "Good! Now this is what we'll do - I'll tie your legs and you tie mine then I'll give mum a yell. Once she gets up here, I'll finish tying you up so I can show her what to do when she's tying me."
"Yeah, ok," I sighed.
"Well, come on! What are you waiting for?" Nicky asked. Picking up a piece of rope and handing it to me, she said, "Tie my legs together now then I'll do yours."
What could I do? This girl wasn't going to take no for an answer - Which was one thing about Nicky. She could be extremely stubborn when she wanted to be. One Nicky set her mind on something, she would not let go. It was only rarely that she would change her mind once she had decided upon a course of action. Not that I minded too much on this occasion. Secretly, I was more than happy to be tied up along with her - it was something I had dreamed of for quite some while now.
We tie each other up
I bound Nicky's legs together at ankles, knees and thighs as tightly as I could. Even Nicky, who sometimes used to complain that I had not tied her tight enough, could not find fault with the way I had tied her legs together. After tying her legs together, Nicky leant over as best as she could to tie my legs together in the same way that I had just tied hers. I still remember the way she sat there, while still wearing her bright shiny yellow raincoat, legs tightly bound together, tying my own legs together. Some things just stick in the mind and this was one of them - even 20 years down the track.
Nicky bound my legs together in the same way I had tied hers - at ankles, knees and thighs. Once Nicky had completed roping up my legs to her satisfaction, she began explaining to me what her plans were. "OK, I'm going to call Mum now and I'm going to tell her that we have both been kidnapped and ask her to help tie us up." Noticing the look of apprehension and uncertainty on my face, Nicky exclaimed, "Don't worry, Mason! I know she will!"
"You'd better be right." I muttered, secretly hoping, despite myself that Mrs. C would agree to help tie both of us up.
"I'm always right!" Nicky boasted. Thoughtfully, "What was I saying? Yes! Anyway, like I said, I'm going to ask her to help tie us up so I'm going to tie you up first and show her how to tie me up as well"
"I see," I said, "So, what you're saying is that you are going to explain to her what to do, you're going to show her how to tie you up by tying me up first?"
"That's right." Nicky beamed, obviously very pleased with herself for having come up with such a great idea. Suddenly, before I could object or protest, Nicky yelled out, "MUM, Could you come up here please?"
Mrs. C is roped in…
I could hear her reply, faint and indistinct, as it was, "What?"
"CAN YOU COME UP HERE PLEASE?" Nicky shouted.
Mrs. C called out, "Oh right, OK, Just give me a moment and I'll be right up,"
Looking thoroughly pleased with herself, Nicky happily smiled at me before Mrs. C knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. (that was one thing I liked very much about Mrs. C - she always respected our privacy and did not treat us too much like little children) Nicky called out for her to come in.
I sill remember the look of surprise on Mrs. C's face when she walked in to find both of us with our legs tightly tied together. However, her initial surprise did not last for long, since she was so used to these games of ours. Nicky wasted little time in asking Mrs. C if she would help tie us both up because we were "being kidnapped."
Mrs. C only reply was a very mild, "I'm not sure if I can do this - I don't know how to tie anybody up." My triumphant smile was quickly extinguished when she went on to calmly suggest that perhaps Nicky would have to show her how to go about tying her up. This time it was Nicky's turn to look exultant after been proven right like that.
"But Mum, that's why I haven't tied Mason up yet so that I can show you what to do - then you can tie me up!" Nicky said.
"OK, I'll have a go," Mrs. C said. "This sounds like it could be fun."
"Oh yes Mum!" Nicky reassured her. "Actually, you want me to tie you up too?" she added hopefully.
"Absolutely not! Nicky, I don't mind helping you to tie each other up but I will not allow you or anybody else to tie me up. Is that quite clear?" Mrs. C asked in a gentle but extremely firm voice that left us in no doubt she meant what she said.
"OK Mum," Nicky said in a quite cheerful tone of voice, since she had not really expected Mrs. C to agree to being tied up. Mind you though, it was still worth a try.
Classes begin
"Now Nicky, what do I do?" asked Mrs. C, sounding rather uncertain. "I've never tied anyone up before."
"Ah, Mum, it's easy!" Nicky exclaimed.
"Yes dear, but you have both been doing this for years. This is my first go at doing this," Mrs. C pointed out with that aggravating reasonableness peculiar to mothers.
However, Nicky was not to be denied. "Mm, look, Mum, I'll show you what to do step by step, like I said, its pretty easy once you get the hang of it. You can help me tie up Mason and I'll show you what to do. OK?" she wheedled.
"Ok, ok" Mrs. C gave in with remarkably good grace. It was times like this I could well understand why I rarely got my own way with Nicky if she was able to manipulate her mother this easily! But then, Nicky was always used to getting her own way - I do not mean to imply that she was spoilt - far from it in fact. However, being the only girl out of four children meant that she was often afforded a leeway her male siblings were not. Additionally her own natural intelligence allowed her to easily work things out and, if necessary use them to her advantage. If all else failed, Nicky would simply resort to her natural good looks and winning smile to get what she wanted.
"Mason, put your hands in front of you, lets get going." Nicky commanded. Used to her rather domineering nature I moved to comply. However Mrs. C had other ideas. "Please, Nicky."
Nicky clucked with impatience. Swallowing her pride, she reluctantly said, "Please," more to keep the peace than anything else. Meanwhile, I had to work very hard to suppress my smile lest Nicky get mad at me.
A lesson well taught…
"Ok, let the lessons begin!" she said in a much more conciliatory tone of voice, obviously still feeling intimidated by her mum. For all that she had more leeway than her brothers, that did not mean she would be allowed to neglect the basic courtesies. Just for that matter, neither was I, as far as Mrs. C was concerned. Nicky began tying and cinching my hands, palm to palm, tightly together in front of me, while taking Mrs. C through each step of the tying process.
"Well, that doesn't seem too hard," Mrs. C commented once Nicky had finished binding my hands in front of me.
"You have a go, mum," Nicky said, untying my hands. "It's not too hard once you know how - you just tie the legs and elbows together in exactly the same way."
I watched apprehensively, while Mrs. C hesitantly began tying my hands together. For a first attempt, I had too admit it wasn't bad - it wasn't very tight but then Mrs. C was obviously more concerned than Nicky was about hurting me. Besides which, we already knew each other's limits. Mrs. C did not. However, it was the work of moments to manipulate my wrists in such a way to loosen the ropes and access the very inexpertly tied knot.
"Hey, that's not too bad, Mum! But it needs to be much tighter than that or he'll escape!" Nicky commented. "You need to make sure that he can't reach the knot either."
Mrs. C looked doubtful. "I don't want to hurt Mason."
"Don't worry Mrs. C!" I reassured her, "I'll let you know if it's hurting me. Nicky always ties me up too tight anyway!" I teased her.
She looked indignant. " I do not!! How about you?" she accused. "What about earlier today? My hands and feet were going numb in the closet!"
"Calm down, calm down," Mrs. C, ever the peacemaker, said. "Just let me know if I'm hurting you. Ok?"
Damsels in distress
"Sure" I agreed, "Have another try." Without further ado, Mrs. C picked up the rope from the floor where I had dropped it and rebound my hands together under Nicky's careful tutelage. This time around, it was much better. The rope was tight, and I couldn't reach the knots. As they say, practise makes perfect. However, perfectionist that she was, Nicky wasn't satisfied. She made her mum bind my hands twice more before she was satisfied that her mum really had 'learnt the ropes,' if you will excuse the shockingly awful pun.
"Ok, put your hands behind your back," Nicky said. Mockingly, she added "Please!" Nicky's mother just frowned, unsure if her darling little daughter really was sincere or merely trying to take the mickey out of me. Knowing Nicky as well as I did, it was definitely the latter. Naturally, Nicky delegated the responsibility for tying me up to her mum.
It did not take Mrs. C long to tie my hands very securely together behind my back - even Nicky had to admit that she'd done a good job of tying my hands - as they say, practice makes perfect! The ropes were very snug but not so tight it was going to cut off the circulation. After Mrs. C had finished tying my hands, Nicky encouraged her to do my elbows next, which she did - all too well! Nicky constantly encouraged her to "make it tighter - he'll let you know if it's hurting." As I have already said, I was never as flexible as Nicky so the twain never did meet. When tying her elbows together, I never had any trouble making them touch each other. My hands and arms were now totally immobilised. By now, Mrs. C was really enjoying herself - I could tell that Mrs. C was obviously pleased with her own tying prowess by the big smile on her face as she thoughtfully regarded my bonds. Nicky's own smile mirrored hers.
Nicky is such a tease!
"Ok, Mum," Nicky said, "Now, I'll show you how to tie his arms to his body," Grinning at me, "Just so he never escapes!"
"Isn't that a little overkill?" Mrs. C said with an ever so slight twinge of doubt evident in her voice. "Tying Mason up like that?"
Nicky shrugged, "Not really. Besides," a very sly note entering her voice, "Mason likes to be tied up like that."
"Ok" Mrs. C said, not realising the double entendre Nicky had so skilfully injected. Fortunately, Mrs. C was looking at Nicky and missed the very nasty look I directed at her. Mrs. C completely missed Nicky's real meaning for which I was really most thankful - it was one thing for Nicky to know just how much I liked being tied up but I drew the line at her mother knowing also. Fortunately she interpreted Nicky's comment to mean that I "liked to be tied up like that," so that I could not escape.
"Besides, if you are going to kidnap somebody, you have to tie them up really tight so they do not escape!" Nicky lectured.
"Oh, absolutely!" Mrs. C agreed, by now playing along wholeheartedly, "Is that why you want me to tie both of you up like this so that you cannot escape?"
A pirate career not for Mrs C.
"That's right!" Nicky beamed at her mum. Jokingly, "Maybe you could join the pirates. They're always kidnapping people! And they always seem to kidnap girls too. Beautiful princesses like me!" Nicky preened, thoroughly taken with the idea that it had been her beauty that had motivated the pirates to kidnap her.
"Oh no - I don't think so." Mrs. C disagreed. "They wouldn't want a woman like me - they are all men." She said this, while looking at me as if to leave me in no doubt that it was never the fairer sex responsible for the various kidnappings and abductions we used to read about in the papers. Now there's a thought for you all - why is it that we never hear the term, "men in distress" but we always hear the perennially popular sobriquet, 'damsels in distress'? Exactly. Somehow there is something wonderfully romantic and fetching about the wonderful image(s) that the term 'damsels in distress' creates in all of us. The classic bound and gagged beauty waiting to be rescued from her villainous captors.
"Besides, Mrs. C added ominously, ostentatiously looking at the rain-spattered window, "I get seasick." (and well she might too, the waves were that big outside)
For once, Nicky had no answer to that putdown. Neither did I. I didn't have the heart to explain about Conan's lover and pirate sidekick, the fiery and beautiful Valeria. She was always too busy pillaging and sacking cities and hapless merchantmen ships alongside 'Amra' (Conan) to worry about such trivialities such as seasickness. (I was and still am a big Conan fan. Lots of lovely bondaged beauties in the ancient Hyborian Ages when men were mighty and women beautiful.) Those stories were never as bondagey like the classic 'Gor' books, but they were nevertheless not too shabby in that department either, especially in the comic versions such as 'Savage Sword of Conan' etcetera. .
'Bondage 101' classes continue
Suddenly impatient with the slow pace of proceedings, Nicky said," OK, mum, you don't have to become a pirate - you've kidnapped us on the land and you are just about to sell us to them." (Trust Nicky to always be able to find a new angle or excuse to obtain what she wanted.) Then, before her mother had had a chance to frame a reply, Nicky continued, "Watch how I tie up Mason then you can have a go ok?"
"Yes, Nicky," Mrs. C said calmly. She was used to her pushy ways.
"Watch how I do this," Nicky said. "You do it like this…" She thereupon proceeded to take Mrs. C through each step of the tying up process. Needless to say, even though it was only a demonstration, she still insisted on tying me up as tight as she could. I loved it, loved the feeling of being helplessly bound. Nicky showed Mrs. C how to rope my arms to my body as well as showing her how to lash my wrists to my body by way of tying another piece of rope around my waist and hands and cinching it so it would not slip.
Almost as soon as she had finished untying me, Nicky invited Mrs. C to have a go. I had to admit that she did a really good job of tying me up as tightly as Nicky had done albeit with her constant encouragement (most of which consisted of a similar refrain to before - make it tighter!) and practical 'how-to' tips. I was now very securely and tightly tied up - I could wriggle my fingers a little bit but that was about it. No way I was going to 'escape.' Which, of course, was the whole point of the exercise. I had rarely ever escaped from one of Nicky's tie-ups and she was determined that I was not going to start now even if it was her mother doing the tying. Particularly since she would be joining me, similarly tied up in a very few short moments.
Final examinations commence - Nicky is tied up.
I watched with delighted appreciation as Nicky placed her hands behind her for binding - this is probably my favourite part of bondage when the rope coils and tightens around your wrists. It is a great feeling and one that only fellow enthusiasts can possibly understand. Naturally, I took care to ensure that Mrs. C tied her hands properly by way of parroting Nicky's earlier cries of making it tighter! However, Mrs. C needed little encouragement to make sure that she did a good job. Her professional pride in always doing something properly asserted itself and she did not cut Nicky any slack when tying her elbows together.
Besides which, she was really getting into this by now. I did not even have to provide encouragement to induce her to make it tight - I watched with awe as she tied and cinched Nicky's elbows very tightly - so tightly that they soon kissed each other in very short order. (Her ballet training really paid off here) Nicky didn't utter a single word while her hands and elbows were being roped together but the look on her face told me all I needed to know. Mrs. C was astute enough to realise that Nicky would let her know very quickly if it was hurting. She had also realised that we both liked to be tied up tight with no possible chance of wriggling free. (I can only wish that my own mother possessed the same kind of wonderful tolerance and understanding that Mrs. C displayed towards our tying up games - never mind her agreeing to tie either of us up!)
Mrs C completed the finishing touch to Nicky's own tie-up by adding a waist rope, pinioning her hands to her back so that she could not gain any leverage.
We had both been thoroughly kidnapped - no chance of escape or rescue!
"There, Nicky, I've finished! Did I do a good job?" Mrs. C asked somewhat anxiously, eager to obtain her daughters approval.
Mrs. C graduates with honours
"Oh yes, mum! You did a great job. This is tight, I don't think I'll be able to get out of this!" Nicky replied, while experimentally testing her bonds to no avail.
"Its not too tight is it?" Mrs. C asked.
"Oh no, its just fine!" Nicky hurriedly reassured her mum. "Go to top of the class!"
"Thank you," a very pleased Mrs. C said. "Does this mean that I graduate?"
"Yes!!" was our wholeheartedly enthusiastic reply. Without giving away too much, she had graduated from university a number of years earlier. In fact, I have a theory that the better educated and aware a person is, the more likely that they are to be tolerant of so-called 'different' activities such as bondage. (though that was not what we called it at the time)
"Oh that's good." She commented, "Well, I'm glad that you're enjoying yourselves!" No hint of sarcasm, just matter of fact. Jokingly, "So am I! At least, I know you'll be nice and quiet for a while."
"Actually mum, if you really want us to be quiet, you should gag us! What if we yell for help? Do you want us to escape?" Nicky asked.
"No, of course not!" After I went to all that trouble of tying you two up? You know, I'm really looking forwards to a bit of peace and quiet." Mrs. C teased.
"Well if that's what you want, you'd better gag us." Nicky replied. It wasn't until much later that I realised how cleverly Nicky had manipulated Mrs. C into tying us up then gagging us too. Over the years, I've had lots of time to think about that day and what happened.
"OK, I'd better silence you," Mrs. C said in her best mock villain voice but failing badly. "Make sure you can't call for help," she added. In a more normal tone of voice, she continued, "Mason, which gag do you want?"
"That one." I asked, indicating the crudely made but totally effective 'ball-gag' Nicky had so lovingly made.
Nicky loses the war of words.
"But I wanted that one!" Nicky complained
"Hush, hush," Mrs. C admonished. "Mason is your guest and you should treat him as such." In a placatory tone of voice, she continued, "I'm sure Mason will be happy to let you have it next."
"Ok," Nicky grudgingly accepted her mother's decision. Slyly, "But Mason has a very loud voice - you'd better gag him tight."
Glaring at her, I said, "I do not!!"
"Yes you do." Nicky calmly said.
"Shut up Nicky! Do you want me to untie you both?" This unique threat had the desired effect - Nicky closed her mouth very quickly.
"Mrs. C?" I said.
"Yes, Mason?" she asked.
"Nicky talks too much, doesn't she? I think you should gag her first," I commented. I was duly rewarded with a fierce glare from Nicky.
"Oh, now that's a good idea!" Mrs. C agreed.
Unabashed, I continued to pillory Nicky by adding, "She can be a real motormouth sometimes."
"Absolutely!" Mrs. C said, fixing Nicky with a look that just dared her to say something. Wisely, Nicky kept her counsel. As in the courtroom, there are times when even the best barrister knows nothing can be possibly gained by further argument and this was definitely the case here.
"Where's the stuff?" Mrs. C asked, referring to the gagging materials.
"Just there," I pointed out.
"Thanks." She said. "Ok, Nicky - Open your mouth" Reluctantly, she acceded, allowing Mrs. C to thoroughly pack her mouth before tightly cleave gagging her. Needless to say, it was tight because I reminded Mrs. C how good Nicky could be at pushing the wadding out of her mouth, were she allowed to do so. I smirked at her while she glared at me in mock anger.
All tied up!
Within seconds Mrs. C had also tightly gagged me, preventing me from making any cutting rejoinders to Nicky. The cloth covered ball filled my mouth - I could only utter very muffled grunts.
It certainly must have been quite a sight - two very tightly tied up and gagged raincoated figures. Nicky looked absolutely beautiful lying there facing me, wearing her shiny bright yellow raincoat, rope surrounding her slim body. I adored the way the ropes pressed the plastic material of her raincoat into her body - as did mine. Even now, I really wish that we had been able to take photos of ourselves tied up and gagged but it never occurred to either of us to do so - since they were just childhood games to us both.
"Well, I'll leave you now and I'll come up every fifteen minutes or so to see if you are ok." Mrs. C said. "Is that fine by you?"
We both nodded. "Bye now," Mrs. C said. Mockingly, "Behave yourselves!" As if we could get up to any mischief the way we were both tied up like that!
The next hour or so was a dream. Neither of us made any attempt to get free or untie each other - we simply lay there on the large mattress and smiled at each other through our gags, each savouring the way the tight ropes felt about our bodies. I squirmed about in my bonds, pretending we had both been kidnapped. I guess some people will wonder if we were bored or not - the answer is that, no we were anything but bored. There is something about being tied up that makes the time pass very quickly. It is amazing how relaxing it can be to be tightly and helplessly tied up. Especially when your own very best friend is also similarly tied up alongside you.
It was such a special experience in my life that I still remember most details very clearly - after all I've thought about it often enough since!
Time for dinner!
Every fifteen minutes or so, Mrs. C came up to see if we were ok. It seemed like only minutes later that she finally called to say that it was nearly 6.30 and that it was time for dinner. Dear reader, you can imagine my great disappointment as Mrs. C untied Nicky and myself, leaving us to untie each other's legs before heading downstairs to the galley for dinner. Believe me, I could quite happily have stayed tied up for much longer, even though my arms and legs were aching a little bit by now. I think that judging from the look on Nicky's face, she felt the same way I did.
Dinner was excellent. McDonalds as a special treat! Mrs. C drove us both through the rain to the local McDonalds for dinner. No maggoty hardtack or stale water for us thanks very much! At least it was some small consolation for learning that my own beloved Saints had contrived to lose again - badly as usual. Nicky's jeers when she saw the footy scores on the TV still ring in my ears. I can't remember how much we lost by but it was lots! Of course Nicky's Carlton had won again so she was full of herself - oh, how I wished I could tie and gag her on the spot, just to shut up her constant crowing how good her Navy Blues were but a crowded 'Maccas' is not the time or place to start tying or gagging people, no matter how extreme the provocation.
Cleverly sensing that Mrs. C was in a good mood (since she also supported Carlton too!) and her own enjoyment of the McDonalds dinner, Nicky promptly seized the opportunity that had presented itself. She asked if I could sleep over. Mrs. C agreed without hesitation, saying only that she would ring my mother for permission (a formality for we often both slept over at each other houses - a practise that ended when we were both about fifteen or so) I felt like jumping for joy for I had learned from previous experience that sleep-overs usually meant a few hours of tie-ups, prior to bed.
We decide to watch TV
When we arrived home, Mrs. C rang up back home and asked if it was OK to sleep over with Nicky - a request to which my long-suffering mother readily agreed. No doubt she was happy to have me out of her hair, even if it was only for one night. I could be an absolute pest when I wanted to be, a sentiment my young sister would surely agree with.
Parental permission having been duly granted, it was Nicky who asked me what I wanted to do. Although what I really wanted was to continue our tying up games, I was too shy to actually suggest more of the same especially after the surfeit of bondage earlier in the day. (actually more like all day.) Therefore all I said was, "Why don't we watch some TV?" To be honest, at this point, I would have been quite happy even if there were no further tie-ups for the rest of the day - I was feeling really quite satiated. It had already been a wonderful day.
Nicky readily agreed to my proposal that we watch TV. Then, with a twinkle in her lovely dark eyes, she suggested that instead of tying one or the other up, like we often did when watching TV, that we tie each other up as before and get Mrs. C to finish off the job. "- You want to do that?" she asked. Was the Pope a Catholic? Of course! However I said no such thing lest I seem too keen. (Not that I should have ever worried since Nicky was by now well aware of my inordinate liking for "tie up games.") Besides which, she also clearly enjoyed being tied up as much as I did too. But when you are young, your mind does not think in those more logical ways. The saying that wisdom only comes with age and experience is true, I think.
TV bondage; a captive audience
After that, it didn't take us long to get out the ropes and hastily sort through them because we were anxious to complete tying each other up by the time "Hey Hey It's Saturday!" began. Just to digress for a moment, it was one of our favourite TV shows at the time. 'Hey Hey' is a much loved Melbourne institution - it has been running on Channel Nine for the past 28 years and it has also been compered by the same irrepressible Daryl Somers over that same time span. It originally began in a morning timeslot and eventually graduated to the evening slot where it has remained ever since. Fast paced, always entertaining and, at times very funny, it is still one of my favourite shows. Daryl's enduring popularity is reflected in the record number of Logie Awards he has picked up over the years.
(Footnote: 'Hey Hey It's Saturday!' was scrapped by the heartless boofheads at Nine after this story was written and posted on Canucks, before being re-posted here.)
We tied each other's legs like we did earlier that afternoon. Because Mrs. C already 'knew the ropes,' I opted to tie up Nicky before calling for her mother to come tie me up. This time, Nicky did ask me to hogtie her but not gag her. Of course, I was only too happy to oblige. After I had finished tying up Nicky, she yelled out, "Mum, Can you come down here please?"
A few moments later Mrs. C arrived. I still remember the surprised look on her face when she saw us both still wearing our raincoats and I that had tied up Nicky yet again. She commented, "Aren't you getting tired of tying each other up by now?" I think that was the closest she ever came to criticising our tie-up games. I blushed, embarrassed by her comment.
However, as usual, Nicky, as cheeky and irrepressible as ever, had a ready answer. Cheekily she said, "Aw, look mum, we're tying each other up again because I thought you like it when we are all tied up and nice and quiet!"
Mrs. C had to smile at this sally from Nicky, "Ok, I suppose you want me to tie you up again, Mason?"
A captive audience
"Yes please," I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. Nicky also just as eagerly replied, "Yes, tie Mason up please!" This time, the tying went much quicker. Being a quick learner, Mrs. C did not even need to rely on Nicky's instructions to complete tying me up - Once again, she did an excellent job. The ropes were tight and very secure.
Once Mrs. C had finished checking the knots (she was equally determined I should not escape, having witnessed the way we used to tease each other if we escaped) she turned on the TV for us, just in time to catch the beginning of "Hey Hey It's Saturday" Both Nicky or myself had been tied up before while watching 'Hey Hey" but not at the same time together. I think I spent more time focusing on our bondages than on Daryl's constant patter. You could say that he really had a captive audience since neither of us was going anywhere fast!
After "Hey Hey" had finished, we simply sat there and talked as if we both had complete freedom of movement. We chatted about most things in no particular order like we usually did - I remember that we didn't really focus much on our tie-ups except that it was "fun and we should do this again." It was not until nearly nine in the evening that Nicky finally called out to Mrs. C to come and untie us, as it was nearly time for bed. As usual, Nicky could not reach or untie any of my knots (the ones I tied) nor could I escape either - Mrs. C had learnt the ropes all too well… Again, we'd been tied up for just over two hours (albeit not gagged) The large and soft settee was so comfortable that we experienced no real discomfort except for a slight stiffness and tingling in our arms and legs once the last ropes had come off.
Before untying us, Mrs. C joked that perhaps she should gag us both and leave us tied up as we were - "it has never been so peaceful and quiet in my life!"
A bedtime invitation.
To tell you the truth, I would not have minded all that much had Mrs. C actually carried out her threat to gag us both and leave us tied up overnight. Of course she did no such thing. (much to my regret )
Cheeky as ever, Nicky tried to capitalise on her mother's threat by suggesting that maybe she should leave us tied up and let us go to bed like that, which she firmly vetoed on the very reasonable grounds that if we got into trouble, she would not be able to hear us since she slept in the downstairs bedroom.
After she had finished helping untie us both, I headed for the bathroom to wash, change into my pyjamas and brush my teeth while Nicky went up to the bedroom. I could not help thinking about what a fabulous day it had been while I was performing my ablutions. I had never been tied up so often or tightly in the space of one day. The fact I had been able to wear my raincoat while bound was a bonus as far as I was concerned. Never mind the way Nicky had so willingly joined me by wearing her own yellow plastic raincoat whilst tying and being tied up herself. I couldn't help feeling more than just a twinge of regret that the tie-up games had probably ended for the day…
I got a shock when I walked into Nicky's room, having completed my ablutions. Nicky not only was still wearing her raincoat but she had also thoughtfully untangled the ropes and laid them neatly on her bed along with my own raincoat. Without further preamble, as soon as I walked in, she said, "I'm getting a bit sick of being tied up," My heart sank - although her comment had not been entirely unexpected. Suddenly smiling broadly, "But I know you like to be tied up - do you want me to tie you up for bed?" She spoke gently, "You can stay tied up all night if you want to - would you like that?"
Captured!
To say that I was surprised was an understatement. I had not really expected that Nicky would just offer to tie me up like that before going to bed. I was in a slight quandary. On one hand, I really wanted to be tied up and put to bed bound and gagged for the night (I had never been tied up for bedtime before) but on the other, I was not sure if it was such a wise thing to do. If I got in trouble, I would not so easily be able to call out for help.
Sensing my indecision, Nicky finally settled the issue by suggesting that I could wear my shiny yellow raincoat instead of my pj's and she'd tie me up with my raincoat on.
I needed little further encouragement. However, I decided to play it safe and not be gagged like I normally would have been in case I needed to go to the toilet or some other emergency. Nicky wholeheartedly concurred, saying that she would have said the same thing. She went on to say, "You've been captured by the British Navy and they're taking you to hang for your crimes so you must escape!! If not…." Nicky let her voice trail off, leaving me in no doubt what my fare would be once I reached Tower Hill. It would be off with my head for sure! "After all, you are the world-famous and very bloodthirsty pirate, Mason Blackbeard. They really want to make sure that you do not escape so they have asked me to tie you up really tight so you can be executed… at Tower Hill!" (She said this with great relish, theatrically rolling her eyes for added emphasis.) We both knew all about the Tower of London since I had visited that grim place only a couple of years ago. Needless to say, the torture rooms, various restraint devices and the executioner's block held an endless fascination for me. I had wasted little time in informing Nicky in ghoulish and graphic detail what used to go on back in those days….
Time for bed!
Nicky gleefully went on to tell me that the British had done a deal with Spain and that she was to be returned to her father, the King of Spain and that they were going to let her tie me up as her revenge for the way I had kidnapped and mistreated her earlier. Suddenly I was no longer sure if I really wanted Nicky to tie me up for bedtime…
She continued, "OK, I'm going downstairs to brush my teeth - why don't you put your raincoat on now and when I come back, I'll tie you up!" My need to be tied up again outweighed any natural caution I may have had. Eagerly, I took my pj's off, pulled my raincoat back on and buttoned it up. I could hardly believe the way the slick smooth plastic material felt against my skin. Only a few moments later, Nicky returned. She looked pleased to see me wearing my raincoat and said as much. "Ok, after I've tied you up, you can sleep on my bed tonight." Indicating the curtained-off alcove and mattress, "I'll be up there."
"Ok, that sounds fine," I said.
"Come on, its time for bed!" Nicky said, pulling me over to her bed before I had had a chance to change my mind about being tied up. Without wasting further time, she had my hands tightly bound together behind my back. I had reached the point of no return. My elbows followed next. Then my legs at ankles, elbows and thighs. More ropes bound my arms to my back very firmly. I was now as tightly tied up as I ever would be. There was nothing imaginative about the way Nicky had tied me up but in this case, security and inescapability was the object of the exercise. While I sat on the bed, bound hand and foot, Nicky took off her raincoat for the first time since the morning. I was shocked to see that she still had the crotch rope still tied on herself and said so. "How come you've still got the rope there?" I asked
Nicky gets ready for bed
Unusually, Nicky became defensive, "Um ah, because I like it - I like the way it feels." After untying the crotchrope, she unselfconsciously undressed, until she stood there wearing only her lacy white bra and panties. Then Nicky did something that really surprised me - So much so that it stuck in my mind. After changing into her pyjamas, she thoughtfully looked at the newly discarded rope on the bed. I watched in amazement as she picked it up and re-tied the rope around her slim waist, knotting it behind her before passing the ends back between her thighs, carefully adjusting it for maximum comfort and effect. Nicky retied the crotchrope quite tightly on herself, pulling hard on the ropes before tying off the ends.
Happily, she admired herself in the mirror, gyrating her hips and wriggling around to test the feel of her crotchrope. Aware of my stunned scrutiny, she turned around to face me. Grinning at me, she repeated, "You know I like the way it feels! Why should you have all the fun?" Nicky then pulled her yellow plastic raincoat on and buttoned it up, hiding her pj's and crotch ropes from view. Upon the conclusion of this amazing performance, Nicky helped me lie on my stomach on the bed. Thoughtfully, she fluffed the pillow for me before the betrayal. She fussed around, making sure I was quite comfortable. So far so good…
Betrayal most foul…
"Are you OK?" Nicky asked with this big sh*t-eating grin on her face. I answered in the affirmative. "Oh good!" she said, "Are you enjoying yourself?" Again, I agreed that I was. "Its not too tight? It's not hurting you?" she queried further, concern evident in her voice. I happily demurred. "That's good!" Nicky thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you want me to gag you?"
"N - mmphfh!"
"Too bad," Nicky murmured. She quickly stuffed the cloth-covered ball in my mouth while I was still speaking before I had had time to react. I angrily tried to protest but Nicky promptly interrupted, saying, "Be quiet! You wanted me to tie you up! So I'm tying you up!" I continued struggling to try to escape but Nicky had anticipated this and sat atop me, straddling me so I could not too easily move around. After gagging me, she wrapped the cloth ends twice around my head, pulling hard to tighten it as much as she could so I could not spit it out before knotting the ends very firmly behind me.
Mission accomplished, Nicky hopped off the bed and grabbed another shortish piece of rope and jeeringly up in front of me. "Sorry, I lied," she said, a triumphant look on her lovely face. I glared at her as with as much affronted dignity as I could muster which can be a difficult thing to do when you are tied up like that.
Nicky continued, "Guess what? I've decided that since you like being tied up so much, I may as well tie you up properly!" Smiling hugely, her last act was to hogtie me as tight as she could. Nicky always liked to make it tight but she really went to town on me, looping the rope several times between my hands and ankles, pulling constantly on it to make it still tighter. My outstretched fingers had little trouble touching my feet so well had she hogtied me. I could not move my legs at all because my thigh and knee ropes had automatically tightened when Nicky pulled my lower legs back towards my hands.
Nicky has her revenge ( again )
Nicky gloatingly surveyed her handiwork before commenting that this was for 'mistreating' her earlier at lunchtime. She must have seen the slight look of puzzlement flit across my face because she explained, "Remember the way you gagged me in front of my mum then you pulled my raincoat hood up so I could not see?"
Oh. Yes, I did remember. Nicky saw the look of realisation slowly dawn on my face. "Yes, I see you do remember." Playing her role as a mortally offended princess to the hilt, she hissed, "The king of Spain wants to talk to you, me hearty. The English have agreed to give you to him." Smirking, "I wonder what he'll say when I tell him how you treated me?" I had a very good idea what he would say and his likely reaction. Even at that age, I'd heard of the Inquisition.
"Well, I think we'll leave it at that." She yawned, "I'm really tired now. Maybe if you behave yourself, I'll untie you later." Nastily, "If you're lucky!"
I watched with disbelief as Nicky proceeded to turn the lights out before retiring to the comfort of her bed. I watched helplessly, while her raincoated figure climbed under the doona. Maliciously, Nicky grinned at me, "Good night! Hope you sleep well!" Laughing, she turned out the light
A terrible predicament
CLICK! She turned the bed light out, plunging the room into ghostly darkness. A thin gibbous moon illuminated the room, the storm clouds rapidly dispersing. The motion of the small ship was less violent now as the waves receded in size. The silence was total, the rain and wind also having mostly ceased. Meanwhile, I laid there very tightly and helplessly tied up. I could not move at all, so tightly had the ropes been tied. By now, we'd had so much practise at tying each other up, we very rarely escaped from each other's tie-ups. I quickly found that all the knots had been placed well out of reach too - no escape in that avenue… I would be staying put until Nicky decided to untie me. I could not call out to wake her - I had been too well gagged for that. Besides Nicky was ever a sound sleeper. Many were the times I envied her the ability to just drop off, dead to the world, while I tossed and turned. My predicament was total.
Normally I really enjoyed being tied up - always have! But the idea of being tied up like this all night held very little appeal for me. I did not mind being tied up more conventionally but not hogtied like this. Nicky had tied me up so tight; it was already beginning to get uncomfortable. I hoped she wasn't serious about carrying out her threat. However, I could not shake off the awful feeling I was going to be left tied up like this till morning - still some 8 or so hours way. On the other hand the very nature of my situation had the desired effect on me - this was real bondage. I was hating being tied up like this and yet I was loving it too. It may sound paradoxical but that was how I felt at the time. I was genuinely worried that I would have to stay like this all night - it would have been no fun at all.
Only joking!
Somehow, I did nod off so it was in a somewhat drugged sleep induced daze that I felt slim fingers picking at my ropes. It was Nicky. "Did you really think I was going to leave you like this all night?"
I nodded - yes!
"Really? Ha!" More softly," I was only joking about tying you up all night like this - I just wanted to scare you."
I had no way of framing an appropriately cutting response as I was still tightly gagged. But the relief as my hogtie rope was loosened was immense. My arms and legs immediately felt much better. Seconds later, Nicky laughingly took off my gag.
"Are you Ok?" she asked with real concern in her voice.
"Yeah, I am. But I really thought you were going to leave me like that all night - After I had asked you not to!" I admonished.
"Sorry," she giggled. "I just thought it would be fun to play a trick on you."
"Some trick!" I snorted
Nicky looked unrepentant. "Watch what you say! Or this goes back on!" She indicated the gag. Nodding at the hogtie rope, "And this too! Next time, I won't untie you either!"
"Ok, ok" I back-pedalled. Young as I may have been, I was still smart enough to know when not to push my luck. For all that Nicky had deigned to remove my hogtie rope, I was still tightly tied up as ever. I'd have no way of resisting if she decided to re-gag and hogtie me. I was at her mercy and she knew it.
'I see you fell asleep!" Nicky commented. "It (the hogtie) can't have been too bad then!"
"Yeah sure, But a whole night like this? No way! I think that would have been a bit too much for me."
"Oh sure!" she interjected "Maybe I should just re-tie you…" Her voice trailed off
"No way!" I exclaimed.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist!" she teased. "I was only joking!"
Confession
"Oh good!" I sarcastically said.
"Seriously, are you OK? How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." I said, testing my bonds
"Sure?"
"Oh yes!" I said.
"Look, do you want me to untie you now?" she asked. "Or would you rather stay tied up?" I definitely knew which option I preferred. I was also feeling much more comfortable now that the hogtie rope was gone. My legs had been beginning to get stiff and sore. I wanted to be tied up for as long as possible. I was feeling extremely aroused - a most pleasurable feeling. The tightness of the ropes was playing their siren song on me and had been since Nicky had tied the last knot of my bondage. The fact I was lying on my side at the time meant Nicky could not easily see the effect her handiwork was having on me.
"Mmm" I pretended to think. "Actually, I think you should leave me tied up in case I escape - you want to become my prisoner again?"
"No!" Nicky shook her head. "Of course you're right! I should be careful and leave you tied up." Momentarily abandoning her role, "Are you sure you want to be tied up like this for the rest of the night?"
Abandoning the charade of the pirate game, I eagerly said, "Yes!!"
"No worries." She shrugged. Gently, Nicky placed one tiny hand on my shoulder. "Like I said before, I know you like to be tied up!" Noticing the look of embarrassment on my face, she quietly added, "Come on, you don't need to be embarrassed - I don't know why you want to be tied up all the time but I don't mind. Anyway, I really like being tied up too - its good fun!" This was as close as Nicky ever came to admitting being tied up turned her on. Looking back at it all now, I am pretty much certain that she certainly enjoyed being tied up. That much was certain - the real reason why has continued to elude me though I think she obtained a sexual turn-on from being bound and gagged. On the other hand, Nicky may simply have enjoyed being tied up just for the fun of it.
"Hope you sleep well!"
After talking a little longer, Nicky asked once again if I was really sure I wanted her to leave me tied up for the night. Naturally, I readily answered in the affirmative. It was around then Nicky took the opportunity to warn me that if I wanted to be tied up overnight, she would not untie me even if I wanted to go to the toilet. "I don't want you waking me up just because you are uncomfortable, ok?" She spoke in the kind of tone of voice that meant business. Whenever Nicky spoke like that, I knew that she really meant what she said. It took me moments to make the decision - I really did want to be tied up overnight and I said as much.
"Ok, it's your funeral!" Nicky said although the smile on her face belied any real intent. I knew she'd untie me anytime if I asked. She was just posturing to add to the reality of my situation - and we both knew it.
Before going to bed herself, Nicky helped me slide under the blankets and adjusted them over my prone and bound body. She carefully fluffed the pillow, pacing it under my head. " Are you ok?" she asked. I nodded to indicate my agreement. I really was enjoying myself very much….
"Well, good night!" she said. Putting the lie to what she had said only a few minutes ago, "Just yell out for me if you are uncomfortable ok?" Giggling, "Hope you sleep well…"
Sweet dreams…
"Goodnight," I said. "By the way… thanks for tying me up." I still remember saying those exact same words to her all those years ago, perhaps because that was as close as I would ever get to acknowledging that being tied up was more than just merely a game to me, no matter how much I pretended it was such.
"Aah, it was no big deal… its nothing!" she said
Almost as soon as Nicky had finished speaking, she let out a huge and most unladylike yawn. Now, don't ask me why but when I saw her yawn, I more or less followed suit with an equally large yawn of my own - by now it was close to midnight and we were both very tired. Perhaps it is just that when you see someone else yawn, especially if it is in the evening, it automatically reminds you how tired you are. Yawning is one of those funny things that automatically seems to trigger a chain reaction in most people. Nicky climbed back into her sleeping bag and adjusted the doona cover over it before sleepily saying goodnight and turning out the bedside light.
Meanwhile, I laid there on the bed and luxuriated in the tightness of the ropes and the feel of the plastic raincoat on my body. I was having the best time of my life and I never wanted it to end. I can still recall being glad that I was going to be tied up like this for a good many hours more. I knew I had no hope of escaping - the knots and ropes were still as tight as ever. Secure in the knowledge that Nicky would untie me anytime I wished, I drifted off to sleep.
A good nights sleep…?
The amazing thing was that I had not expected to get much sleep the way I had been tied up hand and foot like that - but somehow I did get to sleep. I slept the sleep of the dead until Nicky's warm voice abruptly woke me up. Initially, I was shocked to find that I could not move for I was still very tightly tied up. Nicky must have seen the look of surprise on my face as I realised I was still tied up because she laughed loudly before inquiring if I had been sleeping OK. I had to admit it had been the best night's sleep I had enjoyed in a long time…
Initially, Nicky made no move to untie me immediately. She told me it was only a couple of hours ago she'd put me to bed, or words to that effect and was I OK? It was around then I realised I did need to go to the toilet besides which my arms and legs were feeling very stiff and sore by now as I had been tied up without respite since around ten in the evening the night before. I'd been tied up for quite a long time now and my body really was starting to feel the effect of having been tied up for so long. As much as I had enjoyed being tied up for so long, I'd had enough of being tied up now - all I wanted to do was to be able to stretch out my arms and legs and take a shower.
Therefore I (reluctantly) asked Nicky to untie me. It really did feel so good to be able to stretch out and loosen my muscles. I could not believe the redness of the rope marks on my skin where the ropes had once been. It did not hurt but you could plainly tell where I had been tied up. Nicky wanted to know how I felt and I explained that I was fine. "Did you enjoy being tied up?" she wanted to know. I said that yes, that I had enjoyed myself very much but I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable by the time she had untied me.
A quiet Sunday
After dashing down to the toilet and changing back into my pyjamas, we both went back to bed. She got out the spare sleeping bag, next to her own sleeping bag so I could join her up in the alcove above. Needless to say, I was so exhausted by the seemingly never-ending tie up games of the previous day that I fell asleep almost straight away.
The next morning, after showering and breakfasting, by more or less unspoken consensus, both Nicky and myself decided not to play any more tie-up games for the rest of the weekend. The ropes were back in the closet, waiting for the next occasion we decided to tie each other up. By now, we'd both had had enough of tying and being tied up. Too much of a good thing perhaps? The storm had cleared and the once raging ocean was calm. The ship stood motionless, becalmed in the doldrums. The broad oaken decks baked in the searing tropical sun. There would be no need for raincoats now. There would also be no rendezvous with either the vengeful English Navy or the equally upset Spanish - the beautiful Spanish princess had fallen in love with her captor and decided to elope with him. This Nicky explained with a beatific grin on her face. She even gave me a chaste (and very quick) peck on the cheek to prove her point.
We took the opportunity in the break in the weather to ride down to the local park on our bikes where we more or less spent much of the rest of the day, in between riding around and around the block and to the local strip shopping centre, where Nicky somewhat ungraciously had to fork out some of her precious pocket money for the mandatory chocolate bar as her penance for losing the bet of the night before. Of course I shared with her.
Conclusion
All in all, it had been an unforgettable weekend. If you will forgive the cliché, it really HAD been one of the best weekends of my life. I had never before (or since) been tied up so many times in one day often or for so long. I had also enjoyed tying up Nicky very much too. (Of course!) The fact she genuinely enjoyed herself really helped - there's nothing worse than playing these kinds of games with somebody whom is clearly unwilling to participate - as I learned the hard way with one ex-girlfriend. It certainly didn't hurt that Mrs. C not only appeared to relish tying us up to but actually enjoyed herself too - since to her, it was all in the name of good clean childhood fun. Perhaps the fact that being tied up and/or gagged so conveniently kept us quiet might have helped too? I am quite sure that Mrs. C enjoyed the peace and quiet that reigned at such times. We could both be little terrors at time. Before that weekend, neither of us had been tied up together at the same time too.
However, the great Wheel of Time remorselessly turns, as it must and while I had many more bondage experiences with Nicky and one of my best mates afterwards, none ever seemed to quite approach the magic of that day. It had literally been one of the best days of my life.
Since then, once Nicky moved home (we have since lost all touch - all I know is that she is now happily married and living interstate) and R and I grew out of playing tie-up games together, my bondage experiences with the opposite sex have been few and far between. Shame!
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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories
- 01 Introduction (ff/m)
- 02 Tied up for the first time (ff/m)
- 03 Nicky gets hers (m/f)
- 04 Nicky's retribution (f/m)
- 05 A Rainy Day (f/m, m/f)
- 06 Knot Practise - A Knotty Good Time (m+/m)
- 07 Pirates of the Caribbean (m/f)
- 08 Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel) (f/m, m/f)
- 09 Kidnapped! (m/f)
- 10 Target Practice (m/fm)
Mason's Adult Experiences
- 11 The Escapologist (M/M)
- 12 A Close Escape (M, self)
- 13 Kristy's First Time (M/F, F/M)
- 14 The Mummy (M/F, F/M)
Mason's stories were retrieved from the Internet Wayback Machine
More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine
