Tie-up games were a common part of my boyhood. I was lucky to be in the enviable position of having a slightly younger sister with a lot of friends in the neighborhood. That meant there was a steady stream of neighbor girls passing through our house every summer.
Several of these girls would come to my house under the pretense of looking for my sister. However, they usually knew my sister was playing elsewhere and that I was home alone. They also knew chances were good that I’d invite them inside and they’d wind up bound and gagged.
This strategy was employed most often by Janet and Julie. They were two favorites on my tie-up roster in 1976. I was 13 years old and they were both 12.
Janet was a brunette with shoulder-length hair. She had a beautiful dark complexion and wore glasses. Janet was the best struggler in the neighborhood.
Julie was a dirty blonde. Her house was directly behind mine, so I probably tied her up more often than any girl in the neighborhood. In fact, Julie suggested as much to me when I ran into her about 15 years after this story. She was a sweet girl and enjoyed our games.
They came to the door that day looking for my sister, who was (surprise!) not at home. I invited them in as I had done numerous times before.
It didn’t take long for our conversation to turn to TUGs. Some of our TUGs were spontaneous, but most were plotted. We had several different role-playing scenarios we used. Often I was a burglar. Sometimes I was a spy or a super villain. Other times I wore a black vampire cape or an old Halloween costumes as I menaced the girls. However, on this occasion, the girls settled on a simple kidnapping for ransom plan.
Janet was to come looking for me at the far end of the house. She usually wanted to be the first one captured. In retrospect, I think she loved being tied up much more than I realized. Once Janet had been immobilized, I was to sneak up on Julie and kidnap her, too. I loved the idea.
The girls sat down in our family room and I told them to give me a just a few moments to set up. I ran down the hall to my room and gathered up the game supplies. I had swiped a nice stash of ropes from my dad’s garage over the years. I kept them in a box which was always hidden within the box spring of my bed. It wouldn’t do for mom to find a box of rope in my closet. I also grabbed a few bandannas out of my dresser drawer and laid everything out on the bed.
I quickly walked back down the hall to find a place to hide, as I could hear Janet approaching. Our hallway had at least five different doorways. I chose to stand just inside the living room. Janet would be walking through the kitchen, past the living room entry, and down the hallway. She knew I was hiding, but she wouldn’t know exactly where to find me.
I stood there quietly and held my breath. Janet walked by apprehensively, peering down the hallway. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of me in one of the other doorways. I let her get a few steps down the hallway when I slipped up behind her and clamped my right hand over her mouth. Janet was startled and let out a muffled shriek.
“Keep quiet,†I commanded. I reached around Janet with my left arm, pinning both of her arms down to her sides, and held on tight. She was helpless and no match for my strength. Her muffled pleas for help echoed in the hallway.
I walked Janet, still with my hand over her mouth, down the hall and into my room. Then I forced her to sit down on the edge of the bed. I jumped on the bed, pulled her hands behind her back, and began binding her wrists together. She giggled and squiggled.
Then I grabbed one of the bandannas to use as a gag. “Open up!†I barked.
Janet did as I had ordered and I pulled the bandanna into her mouth. Then I drew each end around and tied them tightly behind her head. Janet was one of the few girls I knew who would really “mmmpph†and try to talk when gagged. I loved it.
As Janet was calling for Julie to help her, I bent down and tied her ankles together. After I finished, Janet stood up and tried to hop away. She was laughing and thinking she was pretty clever.
I pushed her back down near the head of the bed. I tied a rope around a post in the headboard and secured it to her wrists. The rope was short enough that she could no longer stand up. I tied another to the rope around her ankles and looped it tightly around the leg of the bed. Janet wasn’t going anywhere. She was still laughing and squirming, determined to get loose.
Now it was Julie’s turn. I grabbed a rope and gag, quietly closed the door, and headed back down the hallway.
“Julie, look out,†Janet shouted behind the gag. It came out more like, “Goo-mee, moof awtâ€. I doubted Julie could hear Janet’s warning.
I crept quietly into the kitchen and tried to peer down into the family room. Julie had taken a position that gave her a full view of the room. There would be no way to sneak up on her. It would have to be the direct approach.
I ran into the family room as Julie screamed and jumped up to her feet. She tried to slap me away gently as I approached her. I tossed the rope and gag on the coffee table, grabbed Julie lightly by the arms, spun her around, and put my hand over her mouth. She tried to break free as I held her solidly for a few moments. Then she decided it was impossible to escape and stopped struggling.
“Be quiet and you won’t get hurt,†I said. I let Julie go and slowly took my hand off her mouth. She screamed. Loudly. Julie loved to scream and was one of the best in the neighborhood.
Under normal circumstances, I would have tied Julie’s hands before trying to gag her. However, in this case, the gag couldn’t wait. I snapped up the bandanna and quickly shoved it into Julie’s mouth. She reached up and tried to pull it out.
“Oh no, you don’t!†I warned. I struggled to knot the gag before she could loosen it. I tried holding her hands down with one hand while I held on to the gag with the other. I wrestled with her for a few moments and then finally managed to tie the gag.
I grabbed Julie’s wrists and held them behind her back. She struggled and laughed and tried to get free. However, I was stronger than she was and after a few minutes, she began to wear herself out.
I slipped the rope around Julie’s wrists and drew it tight. However, she didn’t make it easy. She thrashed around and did her best to escape. Finally, I managed to get her wrists tightly bound.
However, while I was working on her wrists, Julie had been loosening the gag. She had worked it down over her chin and she screamed again. I pushed the bandanna back into her mouth and then tightened it as much as I could.
That’ll keep you quiet,†I laughed.
“Mmmpph,†was Julie’s only reply.
I grabbed Julie by the shoulders. “Let’s go. Come with me,†I said. I forced her through the house and back to my room.
I opened the bedroom door. Janet had managed to work her hands free of the headboard, although her wrists were still tied. In a few more minutes, she would probably be free of the ropes completely. I’d have to move fast.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, Janet,†I warned. “Both of you are just making it harder on yourselves by trying to escape.â€
I pushed Julie into the room and closed the door behind me. There were some muffled protests in response from both girls.
“You’ve been kidnapped, ladies, and neither of you will be able to leave here until your ransoms have been paid.â€
There was a desk and chair in my room. I pulled out the chair and forced Julie to sit down in such a way that her hands were behind the chair back. She was an incredibly nimble little minx, so she had an easy time raising her arms up and over the chair back.
I snatched a length of rope and tied it around her ankles. I placed another rope between her wrists and looped it around the rope binding her hands. I tied it pretty tight, which drew the rope around Julie’s wrists even tighter.
Then I drew the rope down and looped it similarly around the rope binding her ankles. I pulled the rope taut, drawing Julie’s feet further back underneath the chair. I tied the rope and stood up. Julie’s wrists were now bound to her ankles as she sat in the chair, making escape more difficult.
Julie was struggling and mmmpphing like crazy, so I checked to be certain she wasn’t hurt. I was always very careful not to harm the girls as they were some of my best friends and incredibly good sports. I tried to tie them tightly enough so they couldn’t escape, but not so tightly that it hurt them.
Julie was fine. “That should keep you still,†I said. Then I turned to Janet. “Poor Janet,†I mocked. “Are you feeling left out? Don’t worry, I’ve got a surprise for you, too.â€
Janet tried to scramble away from me, laughing. I loosened her ankles from the leg post and pushed her down on the bed.
“Turn over on your stomach,†I ordered. Janet usually followed my instructions fairly obediently, unlike Julie. She pulled her legs up and pushed her way farther up on to the bed. Then she rolled over on her stomach. I drew Janet’s ankles up and hogtied her. That was a first for me and I’m certain it was for her, too.
“That will teach you not to escape,†I said. Janet was giggling and laughing. Now the girls started pleading for help behind the gags, and trying to talk back and forth to each other. I leaned against my desk and surveyed the scene with great satisfaction. The sight of both of them bound and gagged was intoxicating.
Usually, the girls were able to escape within ten minutes. Not today. They struggled for about 15 minutes as I taunted and teased them. I was content to stand there all day, but they were quickly wearing themselves out. It was clear they couldn’t get loose by themselves.
“Want me to set you free, girls?†I asked.
“Mmm-hmmmâ€, they said, nodding their heads.
Then I hatched a nasty idea. “OK, I’ll let you free on one condition.â€
They looked at me quizzically, waiting for me to drop the bomb.
“I’ll let you free,†I said, “if you promise to come back tomorrow and let me tie you up again.â€
Janet answered immediately. “Mm-hmmm. Oh-mmayâ€, she quickly said, nodding her head with a smile. Julie was also nodding, but not as enthusiastically. Both of them knew I would have untied them anyway.
“OK, it’s a deal,†I said and quickly untied the girls.
Afterward, we talked and laughed and the girls helped me straighten up my room. Julie suggested that it was time for them to go, so I walked them outside.
I thanked the girls, as I always did. “Now don’t forget our deal,†I said as they were walking down the driveway.
Janet turned and smiled. “A deal is a deal,†she said. “We’ll see you tomorrow.â€
However, THAT is another story.