Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping -Story Finished!

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:52 am

Summer 1968

Caught Snooping

Introduction


First of all, you might wonder, why I skipped Summer of ‘67 to Spring ‘68? Does that mean I didn’t have any stories from that time period? No. Its just that, as I scanned my diary for that period, and as I consulted the others who participated in them and with whom I am in touch with, there were far more stories that happened than I remembered. There were about fifty to sixty stories, that to my judgment, were worth telling. However, that also made me realize that my promise earlier to write every story that happened was not realistic, without compromising the quality of each individual story. Plus, a lot of the stories that happened were plain repetitive, especially the competition between our two teams. My brother’s team continued to lead about five to one in wins by summer of 1968. So I decided to write the ones that are unusual, and extremely memorable.

I have written and posted lots of stories. However, the large amounts of free time that have enabled me to write such a multitude of stories—about sixty eight, by my count, individual stories—sadly, has come to an end. I won’t tell why, because that’s a private matter, suffice to say that it forced me to pick and choose, not just tell all. That happened already for the Spring ‘67 series, as I only told two, and only because of that both of them were memorable to not only me, but to others in my circle as well.

The next story, my brother, who had read all my stories and is a better writer than I am (but slower in typing), had been urging me to write this story for a long time. So have my sister and my cousin. I had always promised them that I would, but with time being short, I decided to write it next.
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Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:52 am

Summer 1968

Caught Snooping

Part I

The Secret Hideout
(m+/ff)


We lived in a small town, with about less than a thousand people living there, then, as now. In fact, my older brother, my sister, my cousins, and I still live in it. There were a couple of towns within driving distance, about twenty to thirty minutes in fact, and forest and farms cover the gaps between them. The schools, churches, and the main commercial center, then, as now, were within walking distance with each other, and so were the houses of most of my friends and relatives.

Our house, and that of my Uncle Richard, who was our next door neighbour, was once part of an abandoned farm. There was a large flat plain covered with grass that in the not too distant past was once tilled. There was a barn, but now used as a storage area, and there were all the other amenities of a farm, but was converted to other uses. We treated it as a gigantic backyard, a place to hold bonfires, camp-outs, parties, etc. Beyond the plain were wooded hills.

My father had long been going to the wooded hills to collect firewood. We would sometimes camp out there. The trees of this deciduous forest have provided cool shade for those on the forest floor. It also killed the development of vigorous undergrowth, so navigating it wasn’t particularly taxing. However, there was some places in the forest were the old trees were cut away, and as a result, there were a couple of shrubs, bushes, and a couple of trees standing solitary, but not enough to cut off sunlight to the ground and stifle growth. On a couple of such clearings, my father cleared the undergrowth in the middle, so as to create suitable camp sites.

Andrew (12), my cousin Donald (11), and I (11), as the big boys in our family, would sometimes accompany my father and uncle on these forest chores. We generally found it fun, even if it was a pain to hack away shrubs, carry firewood, and shovel dirt. What we found enjoyable were the bonfires, which my father and uncle occasionally used to dispose of garbage. Sometimes, just the three of us boys, even only my brother and I, would go out in the woods, with the sole purpose of burning dried leaves. We played with fire. We were lucky nothing bad happened.

In a couple of the clearings, we hacked away the middle part, but left the edges as some kind of fence, and hacked only a small passage for people to pass through that can easily be concealed. Thus, from outside, from the forest, people would just see the clearing and the thick vegetation, but fail to spot the nice, clean middle part, which has only grass. Of course, in summer and spring, constant upkeep must be maintained to ensure that thick undergrowth would not overrun it.

Andrew, Donald, and I found one such clearing fenced with undergrowth, much to our liking. We had no difficulty in persuading my father and uncle that it should be our hideout, our secret place, and also no difficulty in persuading them to keep it a secret.

At first, it had only a log which we could use to sit, but through many days of labor, it soon had a makeshift tent made of leather which we kept more or less on a permanent basis, in summer at least. We brought out various stuff we deemed useful, like chairs, a table, and such. My father and uncle, and Andrew, Donald, and I, would eat lunch there when we were working all day. It was our base when we played in the forest, and when we camped out at night, we would usually sleep at that place, have bonfires, and stuff.

We tried to keep it a secret, but pretty soon, rumours about our camp spread. Through a slip of the tongue we confirmed it to David, but he kept it a secret too and did not push it when my brother explained that he cannot know where it was. It was a family secret.

In theory, that should have included Betty (10), my sister, and Maggie (10), my cousin and Donald’s sister. However, the three of us refused to include them in our group because we decided that it should be a boys only affair. Which didn’t bother them much because they really weren’t too fond of playing in the forest.

Below was a map of our neigborhood back then, as it relates to our story, including the location of our hideout.

The Map.jpg


So one morning, in the first Monday of July, we three were walking to our hideout. However, we heard a couple of giggles and similar sounds behind us. We turned around, and saw nothing, but our suspicions were aroused. Being on a narrow path with bushes on either side, I hid on the foliage on the side while the others continued on.

I waited, and was rewarded when I saw Betty and Maggie walk past me. I jumped behind them, and shouted as loud as possible, “BUSTED!”

Both girls shrieked, and then, Andrew and Donald, waiting for my signal, came back. The girls were now surrounded.

(Betty wore a yellow jumper dress that came to her calf, halfway between her ankles and knees, with a white short sleeved blouse underneath the dress. She was also wearing knee high white socks, and black mary janes. Maggie wore a proper blue dress that was slightly shorter than Betty’s, reaching to an inch below her knee, and also wearing mary janes and white socks.)

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked.

“Um, nowhere?” Betty said,

“You were following us!” Andrew accused.

“No, we’re not!” Maggie protested.

“Can’t we talk this over?” my sister asked.

“Well, I think we can, but first, this,” Andrew said, withdrawing two pairs of handkerchiefs from his pocket. “Tom, Donald, how many handkerchiefs do you have?”

I had one, and so did Donald. We showed it to Andrew. Andrew got one and folded it into a narrow band.

The girls gasped. They knew what was coming. But they did nothing.

Andrew went behind my sister and pulled her hands behind her. Her wrists were crossed, and tightly tied it, first horizontally, then vertically, before knotting it off tight. He then undid the bow created by the sash tied around her waist, and tied it around her wrists. Since the sash was sewn to the dress at the front, it restricted Betty’s movement, unless she was willing to get it get torn. He then used his other handkerchief to blindfold her.

Donald took care of Maggie’s bonds. He folded his handkerchief into a narrow band, crossed her hands behind her, tied it horizontally then vertically, before knotting it off. She had no bow or anything at her dress that could be used to anchor her hands, so he removed his belt from his waist, and tied it tight around Maggie’s waist and her hands. I then blindfolded her.

“Can we talk now?” asked Betty after both were tied up.

“You better make it good!” Andrew said.

There was silence as the girls seemed tongue tied.

Note: Below is a map showing where the girls were captured.

Caught Snooping - The Girls Captured.jpg
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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping

Postby viking » Wed Feb 01, 2012 2:11 pm

very good start, i have a feeling that I'm going to enjoy every word of it.

and about what you mentioned in the introduction. if you have a reason for skipping the stories, i completely understand you.

take my stories for an instance.
i could probably tell 100 stories about the many times i tied up the girl next door when i was 5-8 years old. but most of them is the basically the same thing over again, and i would be posting the same story twice with the only difference being who i pretended to be when i rescued her.

there is a reason why i like your stories, and that is because you describe them so well and at the same time manage to keep them fresh and not to repeating.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Feb 03, 2012 7:46 am

A new story from you is like seeing an old friend again after many years. Can't get enough of having fun again.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping

Postby William F Somebody » Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:07 am

Welcome back!!

This looks like another great story!!

I'm sure they would pay for snooping!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Feb 04, 2012 8:17 am

To Viking, thanks. Tie up games tend to become repetitive, and sometimes, is too much of a bother to try to find a way to make it interesting and distinct from an earlier story. It simply much easier to select really unusual incidents that happened.

To Shane Bikman, I hope I wasn’t gone too long!!! Thanks.

To William F Somebody, thank you very much.

Summer 1968

Caught Snooping

Part II

Andrew’s Offer
(mmm/ff)


Andrew whispered something to Donald, who grinned and nodded, and silently went back home. I wanted to ask to find out what was happening, but I somehow knew that the girls were not meant to know that Donald was gone.

The two of us stared the girls while they whispered to each other about what they were going to say.

“What do you want to know?” Betty finally asked.

“First of all, what are you doing?” my brother asked.

“We were just exploring the forest. Right, Maggie?”

“Yeah. We were just exploring,” said Maggie.

“And does following us a part of this exploration?” I asked.

“Um, we wanted you to join us exploring the forest! Well, because you know this forest better than we girls, we figured that you be our guide!” said Betty.

“So you want to be untied?” my brother asked.

“Um, well, does that mean we have to go back?” Maggie asked.

“Yup!” I said.

“No. Don’t send us back. We can stay like this, its not too bad,” said my sister. “Right, Maggie?”

“Yeah. This is better than doing nothing at home.”

Their answer did not surprise me one bit, because Betty just loves to be tied up, while Maggie, while not as enamoured of it as Betty, found it fun nonetheless.

We both laughed at that.

“Have it your way, girls, but let’s cut to the chase, shall we? You were following us because you want to find out where our hidden hideout is, right? Don’t lie,” my brother accused.

There was silence before Betty finally nodded.

“I knew there was a secret hideout!” Betty finally blurted out.

The look on my brother’s face told me that he knew he made a mistake. “Well, you want to see it?”

“Yes! Could we please, brother?” Betty said.

“Well, you might see it,” he said.

My jaw dropped at that.

“But you must be blindfolded so you won’t know how to go there,” he said. “It would be removed only when you get there.”

“And I supposed we would have our hands tied behind us so we cannot just pull our blindfolds?” my sister asked.

“Yes,” Andrew said.

Betty and Maggie discussed the offer a bit.

“It’s okay with us,” said Betty. “Are we going now?”

“No, we’ll rest here for a while,” my brother said. In reality, we were waiting for Donald to come back.

“You’ll untie us when we reached your hideout, right?” Maggie asked.

“Nope! You might see, but we won’t untie your hands. We’ll untie you when we get back home,” Andrew answered.

There were a bit of groans, but they did not change their mind.

“So want to continue? You would be tied up all day,” my brother said, “because we’ll spend the rest of the day there.”

“Yeah. We don’t mind. We’re used to it,” my sister said.

After that, the conversation between the four of us veered to different topics, such as the last days of school, the holiday plans, etc. It was strange. Betty and Maggie, despite their situation, talked with us like they always did, and we laughed and teased each other like there’s nothing unusual with the two girls being blindfolded and bound, which in the context of our childhood, was not.

Donald returned about twenty minutes later. He approached us stealthily. I immediately saw him, but his approach was so silent that the girls continued talking and Andrew and I encouraged them, talking in a loud voice to mask Donald’s approach.

When he arrived, he talked too, which prompted Maggie to say that it’s good that he decided to join in the conversation. The girls, who didn’t know Donald had left in the first place, just assumed he kept quiet.

He had brought back with him what we called a tie-up bag. It was a bag that contained ropes, two rolls of duct tape, a couple of rolled socks, innumerable handkerchiefs, and two pairs of handcuffs. He got one roll of sock and tossed it to Andrew.

All this while, the girls kept talking to us.

“So, when Mom told mmmpphh!”

Andrew popped the roll of sock into Betty’s mouth in midsentence. He immediately covered Betty’s mouth with his hand.

“Betty, whmmphhh!” Maggie was also given a mouthful of sock by Donald who popped it in a couple of seconds after Betty’s gagging. He then covered her mouth with his hand.

The girls were so surprised that they involuntarily struggled and tried to expel the socks. Because Donald and Andrew kept a tight grip on them, plus the fact that their hands were tied behind them, meant that they had no chance.

We had done this before, and I knew what to do. I got one of the larger handkerchiefs from the bag and tied a knot in the center. Andrew suddenly dropped his hand from Betty’s mouth, which opened to expel the sock. However, I was a little too quick, and popped the knot in, pushing the sock further inside the mouth, and positioned the knot behind her teeth. I then covered her mouth with my hand. Andrew immediately grabbed both ends of the handkerchief, and tied it tight behind her neck, under her ponytailed hair. I then let go of Betty’s mouth, knowing that she couldn’t expel the sock, then got the roll of duct tape. I tore a couple of strips and applied it to her face, covering her open mouth, from below her nose to the tip of her chin, from ear to ear.

Betty had by now calmed down and accepted her fate.

Andrew picked up another handkerchief, folded it into a narrow band, tucked it under the first handkerchief, pulled it tight afterwards, then knotted it above the first knot of the first handkerchief. I then taped it to her face. My brother then got another handkerchief, tied a large triangle on it, tied it around her head above the mouth by tucking it beneath the first two handkerchiefs, pulled it tight, then tied it above the first two knots, tightening the gag considerably.

After that, I went to assist Donald. He simply kept his hand over the Maggie’s mouth while we were finishing Betty’s gag. I already had a knotted handkerchief ready. He quickly dropped his hand, and I popped it into her open mouth. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand while Donald grabbed the ends of the knotted handkerchief and tied it behind her neck. Andrew had left Betty, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, standing in place, and tore a couple of strips and applied it over Maggie’s mouth and lower face, covering it from nose to chin, from ear to ear. I then prepared the second handkerchief, folding it into a narrow band, and tied it around her head, over her mouth and the previous gag. I tucked the ends into the first handkerchief around her head, pulled it tight, then knotted it above the first knot behind her neck. Andrew then taped it to her face. Finally, Donald folded the third handkerchief into a large triangle, tied it around her head above the already thick gag by tucking it into the first two handkerchiefs, and knotted it above the first two knots behind the neck.

All in all, it was a complicated sounding gag, but in reality, it was easy and simple to do. It had become our favourite type of gag, along with tape wrapped around the head, and had done the procedure many many times that it had become a routine. In fact, it proved harder for me to describe it in words rather than do it myself. We called it, as I had mentioned in earlier stories, the three tucked handkerchief gag.

My brother then got one of the handcuffs and snapped it on Betty’s arms, above where her wrists were tied by the handkerchief and the sash of her dress.

He first removed the handkerchief tying her hands and put into his pocket and untied the sash of her dress around her hands. He retied the bow behind her dress, but in no way connected to her hands. He then took a long white rope from Donald’s tie-up bag, crossed her wrist, pushed up the cuffs up her arms so that it won’t interfere, then began the tying.

He first applied the square lash on her hands, making three passes before cinching it between her hands. Then, he tied the rope first horizontally, then vertically, then cinched it again between the hands. As he had used a long rope, there was still much left, which he used to wrap around her waist and hands, then cinched between her hands and back. After that, he took the keys to the handcuffs, and removed the cuffs from her hands. Its only purpose apparently was to keep her hands behind her between the time the handkerchief was removed and her hands bound with rope.

While he was completing tying Betty’s hands with rope, I decided to do the same with Maggie. Donald appeared to have come to the same conclusion. Donald first removed his belt around Maggie, then cuffed his sister, then removed the handkerchief tying her hands. I already selected the rope, so he allowed me to tie up his sister. He pulled the cuffs up her arms then crossed it. I then tied the rope around her wrists, first using the square lash with three passes, cinching it in the middle, then tied it horizontally, then vertically before cinching it in the middle. I then tied the rope around her waist and hands, then cinched it in between. I then removed the cuffs from my cousin. It was identical to what was done to my sister.

“Girls,” my brother said after all of this was over. “You will go to the hideout, and there, we will remove your blindfold, but you will remain gagged, and tied up with rope, until we get home. Now, we can go home right now and you can be untied. So, what’s your choice? Want still to go to our hideout?”

Both Betty and Maggie nodded their heads.

“It’s your funeral,” he laughed as he went behind Betty, held her by the shoulders, and began to push her. She began to walk, slowly, under my brother’s guidance. Donald did the same thing to Maggie, guiding her as they walked towards our hideout.
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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Updated!!!

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Feb 04, 2012 8:44 am

They sure must have really wanted to visit "you and your gang's" hideout. lol Keep going at your own pace please.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Updated!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Sat Feb 04, 2012 9:55 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Updated!!!

Postby William F Somebody » Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:50 am

Great chapter! Update soon! I wanna know what happens next!!!

Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:23 am

To Shane Bikman, yeah, they really wanted find out our secret!

To sarumansauron and William F Somebody, thanks.

Summer 1968

Caught Snooping

Part III

The Girls in Our Hideout
(mmm/ff)


The walk was far slower than usual because we needed to pace our speed to match the girls. Maggie trusted her brother Donald, and Betty trusted that Andrew and I won’t let anything bad happen to them. They walked as fast as they could, but it was still very slow. They could not, of course, voice any complaints because of their gags, and we continued on our merry way.

Another reason for the slowness of our journey that we were forced to eschew the usual shortcuts that we used through the woods. We were forced to use the path that was safe for the two bound girls, but that was a tortuous long route that goes in and meanders through the woods. But it was safe, and there wasn’t any mud, pool of water, or any of the things we normally would have jumped over.

So what would normally, with fast walking or even running, take five minutes ended up taking up twenty minutes. Still, it was worth it to get the girls tied up, gagged, and blindfolded.

Below was a map of our route.

Caught Snooping - The Capture of the Girls and the March to the Hideout.jpg


We arrived at our hideout, and we immediately sat them down on a makeshift bench that my father constructed at the edge of the clearing. We immediately tied their ankles and their knees (above the hem of their dresses/skirts).

Now is the time to fulfil our part of the bargain, and show the girls what our camp was like. No doubt, we thought, it would disappoint them. It was just a clearing with a couple of old furniture dragged in mixed with make shift items constructed with wood around the forest, a leather tent held up with ropes and poles, and a place to have a fire. There was an old bucket with water in it. There was a table in the middle, like the tables you find in parks, constructed by my father and uncle as a favour to us, and benches on either side for us to sit in.

My brother Andrew could not resist making an introduction.

“And now girls, we are in our hideout! What you see and observe must remain here. Do not tell anyone what you are about to see,” he began, and signalled to us.

Donald and I removed their blindfolds.

The girls at first blinked their eyes a couple of times to adjust to the sudden light. Then, they looked around in wonder (we assumed), as they took in what they saw.

“Mmmphh mmphhh mphhh,” Betty blurted out.

Assuming it to be a complement, Andrew said, “thank you. That was a complement, right?”

Betty nodded.

“Now that you’ve seen it, would you like to go home now and get free?” Andrew asked.

Betty shook her head, and Maggie took her cue and shook her head too.

“So, you want to stay here as long as us? I warn you, you’ll remain tied up, and gagged the whole time,” he said.

Betty nodded her head, and so did Maggie.

Donald and I just supported whatever my brother said. He did not brief of his plans, but we did not like to contradict him in front of the girls. We just hooted, and made ourselves useful.

“Could you give a guided tour, Thomas?” Andrew asked.

“Sure thing. Betty, Maggie, first, a history. This hideout was made about a couple of months ago, about the first week of March,” I began. “Uncle Richard actually discovered this, and cleared the middle of it. He brought Dad and us three boys here to help him, and we asked him if we could use it for our hideout. They both said yes…” And so on and so forth. I told them where each of the furniture came from. I don’t know where all of them came from, so I just made up stuff when I’m short of facts.

Betty and Maggie seemed attentive.

“Any questions?” I asked, which was silly, as they were tightly gagged.

“Mmmmphh mmphhh?” Maggie seemed to ask.

“So you have no more questions? Thanks for listening,” I mocked.

“Mmmphhhh!” Maggie complained unintelligibly.

At that point, Betty, with considerable effort, stood up, and began hopping around the camp, first inspecting the table, the chairs, the benches, the pot, the pail. We looked at her with amusement.

She then turned to Maggie, said “mmphhh” then nodded her head.

Maggie then stood up, and hopped to where Betty was.

We were all curious to where would this lead them, so we let them do what they want, only stepping in to make sure they were safe.

The two girls had been playing tie-up games one over a year now, ever since they turned nine. They had, at various times, been captor and captive, although they had been captive much much more often than captor. If I had to estimate it, I would say that for every time where they tied someone else, including each other, they have been tied up ten more times, and sometimes more. I guess that was because we’re boys, and they’re girls, and as times passed, we came to prefer to be captor, and we more and more prefer to tie up girls. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed being tied up. But I, and I suspect the other boys, enjoyed being captor far more. And another reason was that the girls, especially Betty, Nancy (David’s younger sister, aged 10 at that time), and Cathy (David’s other sister, aged 9), was neutral about tying others up but loved to be tied up, and their enthusiasm carried over to the other girls (Angela (11), Louise (10), Maggie) who weren’t as enthusiastic about being tied up. It resulted in them being tied up far more than they normally would, sometimes, for the simple reason of not wanting to be left out of the fun.

As a result of their experience, both of them were really good hoppers. I think, by this time, hopping while their foot was tied up was as natural to them as walking. Well, at least, I thought so, looking at them hop with amazing skill while looking over our camp.

They hopped last to our tent. It was open, so they were able to hop in. Then, a second later, they hopped out. They looked at our camp and took in the sight, seeming to memorize the scene in their minds.

Afterward, they went back to the bench where we tied their feet, tired apparently from all the effort.

We then sat around the benches around the table in the middle of the hideout and began to talk among ourselves.

About then minutes later, we heard footsteps, and the rustling of the vegetation on the entrance to our camp.

We turned, and saw my father enter our hideout.
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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part 3 posted!

Postby viking » Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:46 am

great continuation.
i suppose your father had a surprise when he saw the girls there as well.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part 3 posted!

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue Feb 07, 2012 11:05 pm

I have a feeling the girls were probably more embarrassed then he was.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part 3 posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Feb 08, 2012 6:04 am

Great part 3! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part 3 posted!

Postby William F Somebody » Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:49 am

Great chapter to a great story! More! More! Update soon!

Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Feb 10, 2012 9:21 am

To Viking, he was surprised. Not by the fact that they were tied up, after all, we had been openly playing tie up games for about two years now, but the fact that they were there at all. After all, it was supposed to be a secret, the hideout that is.
To Shane Bikman, well, I supposed they were, but being bound and gagged, can’t do anything about it.
To sarumansauron and William F Somebody, thanks.


Summer 1968

Caught Snooping

Part IV

Lunch With My Father
(mmm/ff)


My father emerged from the entrance of the little clearing carrying two bags—one on his back, and one in his hand.

“Hello boys!” he said upon seeing us, then, on seeing Maggie and Betty! “Hello girls!”

“Hello Dad!” Andrew and I politely said. “Hello Uncle James!” Donald replied. Dad and Donald’s father were brothers, so Donald’s my father’s nephew, and hence, my cousin.

“Mmmphhhh,” the two girls said as politely and as dignified as they can considering their situation.

My father looked at the two girls. “Betty, Maggie, are you okay?” he asked.

Both of them nodded.

“Having fun?” he asked.

Both nodded.

He laughed. “I thought this was suppose to be our secret, boys! Well I guess you two sneaked in here and you were caught, right?” my father asked.

“No Dad,” Andrew said. “Let me explain.”

So Andrew recounted to him what had happened.

At the end of it all, he turned to the girls. “Is that what really happened?”

Betty and Maggie nodded.

“Anyway, your mother said that you told her that you would spend the day here,” Dad began, “and she said that I should bring you lunch.”

I looked at my watch. We were so caught up with what we were doing that we didn’t notice that it was a little past twelve.

“I decided since I had nothing to do at home, I might as well join you here,” he finished. “Then we can do some chores around here, what do you think?”

We knew that that question was not a question, but a command, coming from Dad. “Yes, Dad,” we said. Besides, we had no idea what we were going to do that day in our hideout, so at least it would keep us busy.

He put one of his bags on the table, and he opened it. There were lots of sandwiches in there.

“Kids, its okay to me if you girls liked to be tied up around here,” he said, then turning to us, “but I think you should remove their gags. If you want to, you can put it back after we eat. But if you want to keep them tied up, you must feed them.”

Donald, Andrew and I immediately removed their gags. We placed the saliva soaked wads stuffed in their mouths inside plastic bags for later use—thankfully, they had different colors, so there would be no confusing whose wad was it when it was time to regag them.

“Thanks,” my sister and cousin said as they stretched their mouth and jaw.

They took their place at the table by hopping towards it. We helped them sit down. I had the responsibility of feeding the sandwich to my sister, and Donald to his sister. Andrew merely watched.

The arrangement of the table was probably like this. There were six of us—Dad, Andrew, Donald, Maggie, Betty, and I. Dad sat at the head of the table, as expected. Andrew at the other end of the table, a privilege he arrogated on himself as being due to him being the oldest. On Dad’s immediate right was Donald, and I on his immediate left. Next to me was Betty, and next to Donald was Maggie.

There were different kinds of sandwiches, I think. Some were peanut butter and jelly. Others were tuna sandwich. I forgot who ate which. What was important was that because of the type of food—sandwiches, it was easier to feed that to a girl whose hands were tied behind her.

The meal was orderly. We generally were polite and gentlemanly in feeding the girls their sandwiches. Mom and Dad taught us that if we tied up someone, and we intend to keep them tied up for a while, we should always think of the welfare of those we tied up. And Dad was there, so that inhibited any inclination on our part to tease them with the food. They were helpless enough as it was.

Dad also brought with him bottled water, and four metal cups. He didn’t anticipate finding the girls here, so we simply shared with them.

While eating, we discussed a lot of things. The conversation was generally boring until Betty asked my father if he ever played tied up games when he was young.

“Well, yeah,” he said. “When I was your age, Andrew, me and your Uncle Richard would tie up a couple of neighborhood girls,” he said, “and that includes your mother and Rachel too.” Rachel was my uncle Richard’s wife. They all grew up together in the same town. “They sometimes tied us up too.”

He then recounted a story that I already told in Canuck’s old board in August 2002. I think I titled it “A Father’s Day Adventure—Dad’s Boyhood Story.”

I have read from some other stories that say that a love of tie up games is sometimes genetic. Given that a lot of the authors of the stories of tie up games says that their parents played with them as well when they were young, and given my own parents’ experiences, and given that my own children, and my nephews and nieces as well, played them too, I would have to say that I did not disagree with that notion at all.

Andrew, Donald and I already knew of Dad’s story, but Betty and Maggie had not. They were enthralled by his story.

“Wow, that was awesome!” Betty said.

My father then redirected the conversation, “so how do you like the hideout?”

“This place is so cool!” said Maggie.

“Yeah,” my sister added. “No wonder you would like to keep it a secret!”

I had to suppress a snicker. I really never thought of it as such, and I suspected that the girls, being bound hand and foot, were just being polite. But I later learned that they were not. They really thought it was such a cool place.

After our meal, and after we’ve cleaned up the place, my brother and I retrieved the wad that we earlier took from their mouth.

The girls saw it, and they knew what it meant. “You’re not going to gag us, are you? We won’t be noisy, promise.”

“Either that,” my elder brother replied, “or we march you back home.”

“Dad!” Betty whined. “He’s going to gag us!”
“Oh no! You’re not going to drag your Dad in your silly games,” he laughed as he prepared the tools we would use for the chores.

But my sister was persistent. “Do you think we should be gagged, then?”

My father paused. “Considering that the boys did you a favour in bringing you here, and you agreed to all of it, it’s only fair that you stand by what you agreed to earlier. Otherwise, next time you’ll make a deal with them, they wouldn’t believe you and think you’ll just back down again.”

Even though he did not say the word gag, we all knew what he meant.

“Oh its not that,” said Betty. “We were just kidding! We didn’t actually say that they shouldn’t gag us.” That was technically true.

“Yeah. We’ve been gagged lots of times, and its no big deal,” Maggie added.

“And it wouldn’t be a real tie up without being gagged,” Betty added.

I don’t know what surprised me more. That they objected to being regagged in the first place, that Dad supported our position on it, or that they backtracked on it so fast.
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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Updated! Part 4

Postby sarumansauron » Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:36 pm

Nice part IV! Thanks again!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Updated! Part 4

Postby viking » Sun Feb 12, 2012 11:57 am

yeah, thats what i meant. i supposed he would be surprised by the fact that the girls where there at all and not by seeing them tied up.

great continuation by the way, your father seems like he was a great guy from what i read in your story just now.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Updated! Part 4

Postby William F Somebody » Mon Feb 13, 2012 3:20 am

Another great chapter!

Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Feb 13, 2012 8:58 am

To Viking, thanks. We’re really lucky to have a great guy like him as a father, not only with regards to tie up games, but on other things as well.

To William F Somebody, and sarumansauron, thanks for your comments.

Summer 1968

Caught Snooping

Part V

Going Home
(mmm/ff)


Andrew picked up the wad that had earlier been in Betty’s mouth, and positioned it in front of her face. Betty opened her mouth and the wad was stuffed in. He then secured it identically to before—using the three tucked handkerchief technique. That these three handkerchiefs tied around the head, the first one knotted and the knot pushed into the mouth, then tied behind the head, then taped to the face. The second and third tucked under the first one and all knotted on top of the handkerchief before. I gagged Maggie the same way, so both were now gagged tightly and effectively when we were done.

My father brought a couple of hatchets and some spades to do the work. We agreed that rather than tie the girls to something so that they cannot escape, move much, and hence, hurt themselves, we decided that, since they would be tied up much longer than usual—until the close of the day, Donald would just be left behind to watch the girls. Since that would involve him not doing any chores, he jumped at the idea. My father told him that he can keep them bound and gagged, but he has to take care of them.

My brother again asked them if they want to go home so that they could be untied.

Both shook their heads.

“You mean, you want to stay here all afternoon tied up?” Andrew asked.

Both nodded.

“Suit yourselves!” he said.

We then left the clearing, leaving the two girls to the care of Donald.

The chores themselves consisted of removing vegetation that threatened to swallow some of the narrow pathways we sometimes passed through, chopping up some fallen logs so that it could useable as firewood. We chopped it in small enough pieces that we could carry it back home by hand when needed.

It lasted two to three hours. Every thirty minutes or so, my brother would go back to the clearing, and ask my sister and my cousin if they wanted to go home.

Each time they would always shake their heads.

After all the chores were done, my father gathered all the tools in his special bag. He then went back home, and told us we could stay here and play if we like as long as we come home by six.

We went back to the clearing.

There we held a meeting. The girls were still tied up, and were in no mood, apparently, to be let go. My brother was getting worried that despite their enjoyment of it all, that they were being tied up too long. So he decided that we all go home and we play at the house instead. We all agreed to that. Well, except for Betty and Maggie.



“Girls, we’re all going home!” Andrew announced.

That earned a lot of shaking of heads and mmphhhss from the girls.

“Could you remove our sister’s gag, Tom?” my brother asked.

I did as asked, although my sister, surprisingly, tried to resist by moving her head away from my hands. Extracting the wad from inside her mouth proved difficult as she closed down her teeth and bit my fingers whenever I tried to remove it.

I finally got it out when I promised I’ll gag her again as soon as we finished asking her questions.

“I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here,” my sister whined.

“But you’ll remain tied up and gagged,” my brother said. “You’ve been tied up for four hours!”

“But we’ve never been tied up outdoors this long,” she said. “It’s so peaceful, and I like it when the wind hits me when I’m tied up.”

We all smiled at that. Betty was never one to conceal her feelings about being tied up. But it was getting to be irritating to my brother.

“Look, I know you enjoy this and all, I mean, we all enjoy being tied up, but we want to go home,” he said. “That is, unless you want us to leave you alone here for the night tied up.”

“Hey, why don’t we camp here tonight, and you can tie us up all night!” my sister replied.

“Not tonight, sis, not tonight,” said my brother.

“Okay, we can go home, but I want to visit this camp again,” my sister replied.

“Of course, you’ll have to be tied, gagged and blindfolded,” I warned.

“I know,” she said. “I’d be disappointed if you let me find out where this is that easy.”

“Anything else you want to say?” my brother asked.

“HELP! THIEVES! KIDNAPPERS!” my sister suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.

I immediately popped the wad in her mouth while Andrew secured it the same way it was secured before—with three tucked handkerchief technique described above.

We finished the ensemble by blindfolding them.

We untied their feet and knees, then helped them to stand.

“Are you okay?” Donald asked his sister.

To which Maggie nodded an affirmation.

Andrew and I asked similar questions for our sister.

And got a similar response.

We then guided them home. It took much longer than going to the camp itself because we were going downhill, and the girls, being blindfolded and bound, walked much slower than when we were going uphill to the hideout, despite being prodded by us to walk faster.

The path, as I mentioned, was zigzagging, meandering down the slope of the wooded hill. Normally, we would use shortcuts through the brush and undergrowth, and makeshift paths to save time. We would jump over rocks, ditches, puddles, etc., and even run down the hill, with nothing to stop us until we reached the flat plains. However, with two bound and more importantly, blindfolded girls, we have to take the long path. It was narrow, but safe, with all the obstacles cleared. It was designed specifically for red wagons carrying heavy loads (like firewood, rocks etc.), and wheelbarrows. The incline was not steep, probably less than 30 degrees.

It took us thirty minutes to reach the point where we earlier caught the girls. There, Andrew offered to remove their blindfolds and untie them. We earlier wanted to walk them to our house blindfolded, but their slow progress was irritating. If it were not for them, we would have reached our house already.

To our amazement, they refused it.

“You want to go home blindfolded, blind, and gagged?” asked my brother.

Betty nodded. So did Maggie.

“Both of you are crazy!” said Andrew. “But walk faster, will ya? We won’t reach the house till sunset at this rate. We promise you we won’t let anything happen to you.”

So the two girls picked up their pace, but it was still slow. We were not going to force them to move faster because we were extremely afraid of an accident.
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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part 5 posted!

Postby William F Somebody » Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:02 am

Another great chapter, Tom! Update soon!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part 5 posted!

Postby canuck100 » Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:51 am

Your stories are always a fun read.

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part 5 posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Feb 15, 2012 7:36 pm

Great chapter 5! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping - Part VI

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Feb 16, 2012 8:38 am

Thanks to William F Somebody, Canuck100, and sarumansauron for your kind comments.

Summer 1968

Caught Snooping

Part VI

Conclusion


We finally reached the bottom of the hill about thirty minutes later. It would have just taken us ten minutes or less without the two girls bound and gagged.

We again offered them their freedom, and once again, they refused.

However, when we walked on the plain, the girls sensed that they were in less danger from falling down a cliff, so they walked faster. So it took only about ten minutes to reach our house.

There, we sat them on the couch and removed their blindfolds.

“Welcome home,” I sarcastically said.

They were by now tied up continuously for five hours, and gagged for three, yet seem to have the energy to go for more.

My brother removed their gags. The wad inside their mouths was totally soaked, and the knot of the first handkerchief around their head and that was lodged behind their teeth was drenched in drool. The tape around their lips were loose not because of any action on their part but because of the saliva seeping out. The second handkerchief around her head was also covered with saliva, while the bottom of the triangle of the final handkerchief overgag was also covered with drool, as it picked up saliva that leaked through the tape on to the jaw. There was a small pool of wet on the chest of their dresses/ blouse.

“You should’ve changed our gags,” my sister commented.

(Normally, we don’t hold captives this long for all the cloth in their mouths to be drenched. Usually, a tie up would only last from thirty minutes to an hour, and at that time, depending on the size of the wad stuffed into their mouths, it would only totally drench the wad. The knot of the cleave gag would only be partially drenched, while the tape usually remains sticky.

Some of our captives, especially those caught first in our games, and had to wait for the others to be captured, will be tied up to two hours. We learned, through experience, that by the time, the knot would be totally soaked, and the tape around the lips would be completely unstuck. However, it would not affect the two over the mouth gags, nor would it drip saliva to the clothes.

Since a gag that was partially dry, we judged, was the most effective one, we sometimes changed the gags of our captives every one an a half hours or so if we plan to hold them that long. It would seem wasteful, but over the past year, we amassed a considerable collection of handkerchiefs, bandannas, and socks to use for our gags. From flea markets, to hand-me-downs to the old ones from our parents and other relatives, we collected as many as we could. Plus, my mother, to reduce the use of new handkerchiefs, socks, and such for the use of gags, would sometimes cut and tear old clothes, or old curtains, or bed sheets rather than throw them away. Since she was a tie-up veteran herself, she knew to cut some of them for use as wads or for cleave gags. By that time, we still preferred handkerchiefs for gags, but we were using more and more of the recycled cloth.)

Back to the story…

I filled two glasses with water, and put straws on it, and presented them to the girls. Both of them drank and said thanks for the glass of water.

“So, how was it?” my brother asked.

“That was awesome! I’ve never walked up that hill blindfolded, bound, and gagged! We’ve got to do that again!” my sister answered, typically.

“It was scary, but it was fun,” Maggie concurred.

“Yeah. We’ve got to go camping there one night, and you tie us up all night if you want,” Betty added.

We all laughed at that. I don’t know if it was pure bravado or they were really that enthusiastic about it.

“And you’ve got to show your camp to the other girls! Tie them up, blindfold them, gag them, then lead them there!” Maggie encouraged.

“The others will be so jealous of us when they learn that we got to your secret hideout! They would beg to be bound and gagged just so they won’t be left out,” Betty laughed.

And so it proved to be true. Angela, Louise, Nancy, and Cathy all heard rumours of our secret camp, and for the next few days, as Betty and Maggie told them what they experienced and bragged about it, they would literally beg us to lead them there, even bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Betty and Maggie of course would always come along when the others tried to come along too. And so for the next week or so, we showed our camp to Louise (11), Angela (12), Nancy (10), and Cathy (9). They all came blindfolded, bound and gagged, stayed there bound and gagged, except when we had lunch there, and the gags came back after lunch and stayed there until they came back home.

The only difference was that the other girls didn’t volunteer to stay in our camp as long as my sister and cousin did. After only an hour or so, they accepted our offer to lead them back home, blindfolded of course, and usually, they said yes when we offered to untie them at the bottom of the hill. Of course, Betty and Maggie would tease them for not lasting as long as they did.

And not only the girls. David (12), and Henry (10), Angela’s younger brother and my friend, demanded that they be shown the hideout. They were of course subjected to the same things as the girls. They were tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, and only the blindfold came off when they reached the camp. So for a week or so, everyday, there were at least two bound and gagged kids (one of whom was always my sister Betty) whom we gave a tour of our hideout.

Only Frank (11), Chester (12), and Jay (12), resisted the urge to go to our hideout.

You might think that the location of the hideout was discovered because of all the tourists. To our surprise, our precautions actually worked. It would not be until 1969, the next year, when someone other than myself, Donald, Andrew, my father, and Uncle James, found out the exact route to it.

Eventually, the hideout fad among us faded away as the summer wore on.

Anyway, to go back to the story, we completely untied Betty and Maggie after that. They enjoyed the experience, but they had been tied up longer than they were used to. We told my father when he asked what happened after we left, and he just laughed at our silliness, and told us to be more careful next time.

***

Unfortunately, I found out recently that I had less free time, in the near future, than I anticipated. I would tell two more stories, then I would stop posting, at least in the immediate future.

The next story was when a game that would pit most of the boys versus all of the girls, and the last one would explore its consequences.

What happened?

Read the next part and find out.
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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping -Story Finished!

Postby xtc » Thu Feb 16, 2012 9:33 am

At least we have two more tales to look forwrd to.
I only hope that the restriction on your spare tiem is not as a result of anything too unpleasant.
Blessed be,
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping -Story Finished!

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Feb 16, 2012 2:43 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping -Story Finished!

Postby hafnermg » Fri Feb 17, 2012 1:54 pm

I agree with xtc in the hope that the lack of free time is just life getting busy and not anything bad. I do love your stories!

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping -Story Finished!

Postby William F Somebody » Mon Feb 20, 2012 3:04 am

Great Story!! I'm so glad you finished this one. One of the best.

To echo xtc and hafnermg, I hope you're only getting busy and nothing too bad.

And I'm waiting for your last two stories.

Thanks.

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping -Story Finished!

Postby viking » Wed Feb 22, 2012 2:41 pm

like everybody else i hope it's nothing bad going on (though when i read the introduction to this story i'm getting a bad feeling).

anyway... good conclusion, and hopefully your break wont be permanent.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1968 - Caught Snooping -Story Finished!

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:42 am

Just to tie up loose ends.

No, nothing bad happened. I just became more busy that is, and I don't have time to write stories as often as I did during the past year.

Luckily, I already have finished writing the remaining stories I'm going to post by the time I got busy again.

Thanks for the concern anyway.