In the apartment building that I lived in there were two sisters on the next floor up. I was nine, Lori was eight and Barbie was seven. Typical sisters have occasional disagreements but these two fought all the time. Their mom thought that they would learn to get along if she made them play with each other but that made it even worse. Nowadays Lori would be called “assertive” and Barbie would be called “sensitive”. Back then we called them a bully and a cry baby.
One day I was hanging around with my cousin when we broke a window on his house with a baseball. As his punishment he had to cut the lawn. I headed home. When I entered the lobby Barbie was sitting on the stairs that led up to her floor. I could hear her mom yelling at Lori in their apartment. They had been in another altercation and from what I could hear Lori had hit her sister.
Barbie didn’t look happy. I said to her ‘It sounds like she’s in trouble. Why aren’t you smiling?’ She replied ‘It doesn’t matter how much trouble she gets into she never gets grounded. When mom is done yelling at her she’s going to make her apologize to me and then make us play together again. I wish I could get a break from her.’
Even at that tender age I was already anxious to have TUG’s and here was an opportunity. I asked if she was interested in getting rid of her sister for a little while. That made her smile. I explained my plan and she agreed to try it. Her mom opened the door and shouted down the stairs ‘Get up here so that your sister can apologize.’ That set the plan in motion. Barbie went upstairs and I went to get what I needed.
I didn’t have any sort of TUG kit put together yet but I knew where I could get some rope. One of the neighbors has a large garden and he keeps some of his supplies piled against the fence on one side. In that pile are pieces of binder twine. This twine is a thin coarse cord that is used to tie bales of hay. Whenever he cuts off a cord he tosses it on the pile. These pieces are about six feet long and all the kids in the neighborhood steal some whenever they need some rope.
I reached through the fence and grabbed a hand full and ran before getting caught. My next stop was the landlord’s garage. In behind the apartment our landlord was building a huge garage and it was half complete. It was two floors and the upper level had walls and cut-outs for windows but no roof yet. We often used it as a castle or a fort or whatever sort of dwelling that was required for our games. I was to meet the girls up there.
I didn’t have to wait long. When they showed up their mother had dressed them alike in an odd way. Lori had white t-shirt and a red skirt. Barbie had a red t-shirt and a white skirt. Lori had white knee socks and red sandals. Barbie had red knee socks and white sandals. It might have been an interesting match-up if they looked more alike but they didn’t even look like they were related.
Barbie was skinny and tall for her age with long very dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin. Lori was short and had an athletic build with short light brown hair and a tanned complexion.
Lori was her usual crabby self and demanded to know why her sister had brought her to play with me. This is where the plan went perfectly. Barbie explained that in this game I was an evil prince and that she was a beautiful princess and that I was going to capture her. Lori reacted as expected and demanded that she be the beautiful princess. Barbie and I both agreed that she could.
Now it was time to kidnap the princess. I tied her hands behind her back. Then I tried to tie her ankles while she was standing but she started to tip over. Barbie told her to lie down. I was still new to this so I had just learned something.
As I tied her ankles I was a little distracted. For a few years already I had a fascination for women in skirts that were wearing stockings and heels. At that age it wasn’t anything sexual; it was just, for lack of a better word, an obsession. Whenever I was in the presence of stockings and heels I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I had never really paid attention to knee socks and sandals until now and I found that I enjoyed looking at them just as much.
Once her ankles were tied I tossed the other ropes aside. Barbie cried out ‘Don’t do that. You still need them.’ She directed me to tie Lori’s elbows together “like she had seen on TV”. Then she had me tie another rope around Lori’s legs. At first I tried to place it directly over the knee cap but it slipped. Barbie had me move it down to just under the knee and it worked fine. I wished I had seen that TV program because I would have learned a lot.
Then Barbie dug into her pocket and pulled out a scarf. ‘Gag her’ she said. I asked why and she said “I don’t want to hear any of her crap.” I knew what she was talking about. Whenever Lori made excuses for her behavior we could hear her mom yelling at her through the walls. Whenever her dad got involved the only thing we heard was him shouting “I don’t want to hear any of your crap!”
I pulled the scarf between her lips and began to tie it. ‘Not like that’ Barbie said ‘roll it up first.’ I didn’t understand what she meant so she took the scarf back, rolled it into a ball and roughly jammed it into Lori’s mouth. Then she pulled out another scarf and tied it very tightly around Lori’s head.
We stood and looked at her for a moment. I was enjoying the view; Barbie was enjoying the peace and quiet. I had come up with the plan but Barbie had taken over and run the operation. When she turned to me and asked ‘What do we do next?’ I had to think for a moment.
Now I can sit and watch a bound and gagged captive all day but then it was all just about the capture and I really had no idea what to do next. I thought for a moment and said follow me. Barbie had wanted some time away from her sister and I had an idea.
When playing TUG’s there are certain rules that should be followed. One of them is to never leave a captive unattended. I was young and new to this. We broke the rule.
Barbie and I headed down the stairs without a thought for poor Lori. I took Barbie down a trail through a wooded area behind the garage. After a short walk the trail follows along the back fences of the next street over. At one of the homes the garden comes right up to the fence. I reached through and pulled up half a dozen carrots.
We ran back to the trail and then I showed her where another trail went through the woods to a pond. We washed the carrots and sat on a clump of cattails munching away. Then we went back to the garage. Lori was still lying right where we left her face down on the floor.
We untied her and I gave her a couple of carrots I had kept for her. She sounded almost normal as she thanked me for the carrots but then turned back into a bitch. She complained that the game was no fun and that she would never play it again. She grabbed Barbie by the hand and they were gone.
When I had told Barbie my plan there was a price she had to pay for my involvement. The next day it was time to pay. I met Barbie in the garage again. When she told Lori that she was going to play “the princess game” Lori suddenly had something she needed to do. We had expected that she wouldn’t want to play again so it gave Barbie some more time away from her sister.
Once I had Barbie tied up I sat her up against the wall. She had forgotten to bring the gag which was a disappointment. Instead of taking off on her like I did to her sister I stayed and we told each other all the jokes we could think of. I was glad that I knew a lot of jokes. The carrots could wait; I found her knee socks fascinating.