I was originally planning on posting stories in more or less linear order but with Halloween coming up figured might as well post a related one. This was about a year and a half later then the original story, I was just under ten, my sister was seventeen, and as one can likely guess it was Halloween.
First things first, the costumes... I can't remember the exact details but my sister was sort of dressed like a witch only with kind of bony zombie-ish makeup which I do recall looking pretty creepy... she was a bit old for Halloween and didn't do any trick or treating, but still always dressed up every year, even when she wasn't going out anywhere. I was a black cat, in something of a fuzzy black form fitting leotard with hood and pointed kitty ears so only my face showed. It also had a cloth tail at the back, little plastic claws on fingers, and finished with black makeup over face with other drawn details around lips and cheeks like whiskers.
My sister wanted to take me trick or treating with me as her witches familiar, with hands tied and on a leash, but thankfully mom put a stop to that idea. The only thing I didn't really like about Halloween was how early we went out. You know those little kids who go out just after supper, before it's even dark outside? Well, I was one of them, and Halloween just wasn't the same when it's still light out. Still, free candy is free candy. Mom was nervous about me going out after dark, and while I thought it was silly, was never able to successfully argue my case.
The actual trick-or-treating was fun and pretty uneventful... one advantage of going out early was everyone still had plenty of their good candy left, and after we got home with a few large bags of assorted treats in tow we were ready to take over giving out candy ourselves (which was traditionally our job). My sister particularly liked this part of the night, and I could take it or leave it... I was usually more interested in gorging myself on candy anyways.
Anyways, on to the TUG related content... my sister thought I should be tied to a chair within sight of the doorway. Why? That was a litle bit fuzzy... the basic idea was that it was supposed to be scary, like she can kidnapping trick or treaters or something. For one thing I figured most people wouldn't but it, and for another, if people did it might cause some problems. Either way, the premise wasn't exactly thought out, but after being thwarted in her previous attempt at kidnapping me, nothing would stop her this time.
I found myself sitting in a high backed chair, hands behind my back, each hand touching the opposite elbow, forearms bound overtop one another. Lots of lots of rope was wrapped around my chest and stomach, holding body against the chair back with still more around ankles, knees and thighs pressing me to my seat, only allowing a little movement of feet where I could just barely kick them before the rope holding them to a rung under the chair pulled taut. Next was a gag... as a minor epilogue to the last story, the tape wrapped all the way around the head worked great until it was time to remove, at which point washing the grey gunk out of my hair was a huge pain. As a result, she tried a few different gag types, focusing on one she seemed to favour. First was a cloth in my mouth (she seemed to have a bunch of these which were used for nothing but keeping me quiet), then an elasticy hairband around my head, between teeth, holding it in place. Finally about three loops of rope around the hairband so it couldn't stretch out of my mouth, and held everything in place. Past experiments with just rope gags hurt the corners of my mouth a bit, but this method kept the rope nestled in the band so it wouldn't chafe, and the hairband was nice and thick, effectively filling mouth.
Lastly was a blindfold. I wasn't a huge fan of blindfolds and hadn't really worn them enough to get used to them. I was quite used to gags at this point, but blindfolds still seemed a bit scary, so I complained in my useless gagged way, doing whatever I could to make applying the blindfold more difficult (which was very little). The result was another hair or headband over eyes with more rope securing it, probably more for the sake of a matching blindfold and gag set then real necessity. Finally, she retouched my badly smudged makeup around the bands and we were all set.
Over the next three hours there was a constant stream of kids, and I felt a little embarassment every time a group showed up, even though few seemed to take any real notice of me. At first I just kind of stayed still and quiet, trying to blend into the background, but my sister would give me thigh a regular sharp pinch whenever she though I wasn't playing it up enough. Even without getting pinched, I quickly started to get antsy... I hadn't had any candy yet, and dispite having a pretty large supper just a few hours ago, was downright starved for it. My uncomfortably fidgetting and grumbling became genuine struggles and annoyed complaints into the gag which fell on deaf ears. The fact that every kid who came by was getting a handful of candy only made me want it more.
Eventually the steady flow of trick-or-treaters slowed to a trickle, and eventually none at all, and I assumed it was time to be released... it turns out I was wrong. My sister undid the blindfold, but kept me tied, watching as she helped herself to some of the tastier bits of leftover candy for the next hour, which felt like one of the longest in my life.