In my true tugs stories I mentioned my good friend sarah whom I played tugs with. She had a older sister who did tugs with us once. Sarah had moved to Nottingham way after she finished college when her dad got made redundant. Vicky had a secure job in our local town and my older sister had moved out to live with her partner. My sister catriona and vicky are the same age. Vicky moved into my sisters old room temporarily till she found somewhere herdelf and after tugs with her once I had often thought about tugs with her again. *real life part done*
Vicky had been living with us for over a month and was looking for somewhere to live herself my mum had told her she was welcome as long as she wanted. None the less at 21 she wanted her own place.
It was around October time when dad was at the auction mart weekly selling cattle and mum was working fulltime. It was a Wednesday afternoon and vicky had been having a few days off work. I decided after getting 18 fat cattle ready to sell I had earned a coffee break and time to soothe my wounds from heads and hooves.
I put the Kettle on and was taking my overalls off to put them in a bucket of water when vicky came through from the living room.
"Enjoying your few days off" I asked just making conversation.
"Yeah not bad" she replied
"Want a coffee" I asked
"Yeah go on then I know where coffee leads" she joked.
I made us both a coffee and sat down
I asked if she had heard from Sarah and she had. "She misses you, you know" vicky said. I confessed i missed her too which got the conversation going talking about what we had done together. Everyone knew we were only friends and it would be no more than that.
We talked about how we had stayed over at each others houses and about the fun times. It turns out sarah had told vicky about our tugs.
"We used to play tugs " said vicky.
"Really" I said a little surprised
"Yeah we had hours of fun tying each other" she replied.
They had mostly done just hands tied behind them and feet bound. It was with me sarah had done more adventurous tugs. We talked about sarah and I stayover tugs and how they came about. We eventually decided we should do a tug. I went out to the barn and got some blue nylon rope there was all sorts of random lengths kicking about, I picked up a couple of handfuls and went back in. Vicky was sitting in a chair pulled out from the table. She was wearing a black T-shirt and black pajama trousers she actually looked quite attractive with her long blonde hair down. She held her hands out in front of her and smiled. I tied her wrists then her ankles. As I stepped back to inspect my rope work she said "is this it, I thought I would be more restrained".
"OK" I replied I got the longest length of rope and tied the middle of it round her bound wrists. Then wound the rope round the back of the chair thus pulling her arms tight to her upper body. "Wow" she said and tugged hard to test her bonds.
I got another length of rope and tied her ankles to one of the chair legs.
"How does that feel" I asked her
"Good" she replied
I was thinking what to do next when she said "now you have me restrained what you going to do with me".
"I dunno" I said
"You could gag me and blindfold me" she said smiling. I went upstairs and got a couple of my long sleeve t-shirts and blindfolded her with one she suggested I should tickle her once gagged. I gagged her with the other top and started tickling her sides. She wriggled and squirmed as I tickled her. I stopped after a minute and ungagged her so she could get her breath back. Once she got her breath back she asked what was next. I re-gagged her and started running my fingers on the soles of her feet. She squirmed mmmphing into her gag.
I heard a vehicle pull into the yard and drive round the back. I knew my dad was back. I quickly got my pocket knife and cut the ropes tying her to the chair and helped her stand up. I took the blindfold off and with the long rope still tied to her wrists she hopped to the door through to the hallway. I gathered up the loose rope kicked the chair back to the table and legged it through to the hallway. Vicky was standing there still bound and gagged. I grabbed her round her waist and lifted her over my shoulder and ran upstairs. Once upstairs in my room I sat her on my bed and ungagged her "phew that was close"she said.
"Yeah too close" I replied breathing heavy.
I untied her and quickly changed my sweatshirt and jeans before going downstairs and seen my dad. I made a phoney excuse about cattle hair in my clothes and asked how the mart went. Vicky came back down wearing a white shirt and jeans. And said hi casually. Luckily we didn't get found out.