This story happened a few weeks after the first adventure with Debbie. Mum was out on Friday night, socialising this time, and Dad wouldn’t have us so we were being babysat again. Mum had said she would be back after midnight so had arranged for Debbie to stay the night again if needed. This necessitated some arrangement of rooms (my sister and I still shared until she was 11 and mum finally cleared the box room for me!) Eventually it was arranged Susan and I would have our own beds, mum thought moving us on a babysitting night would just get us too excited; better to children in our own beds. Debbie would sleep in mum’s room and mum had a camp bed and sleeping bag ready for when she came home. She also thought this would not disturb us. Odd we thought at the time as she didn’t usually wake us going to bed.
It was well into summer and even a British summer had warm weather so My sister and I were in T-shirt and shorts (Susan may have had a short skirt, I’m not quite sure). Debbie definitely wore a short denim skirt and I distinctly remember fluorescent pink socks. This was 1980s and taste had not yet returned to teenage fashions after the disaster called 1970s. Susan and I were barefooted, as we were most of the time inside in summer, and Debbie’s trainers were left at the front door as was the custom in our house (no outdoor shoes inside).
Well Debbie tried to settle us down in front of the television but I was hyped up and insisted on putting the camp bed up first then jumping on it with warnings from Debbie it might tear. Eventually she got me to sit quiet for about 10 minutes to watch television. I think it was an episode of the New Avengers when Purdy got tied up. At the break I ran off to my room and came back with toy handcuffs, which I put on Susan, cuffing her hands behind her. She joined in the fun too and began to pretend to try and escape (pushing the buttons would have done it but she played with being tied up). I took one of the canvas straps form the bag the camp bed had come in and tied her ankles together using a reef knot (I’d just learnt it at Cubs) and then began to tickle her feet and asking questions like I was trying to interrogate her as a spy.
“Please keep quiet until the end of the programme.†Debbie shouted, well nearly screamed. It shocked me enough to sit down for 5 minutes. Susan kept her hands behind her in toy cuffs despite Debbie asking if she was OK. I couldn’t keep still for more than 10 minutes and began to play with Debbie’s feet, mesmerised by her bright pink socks. She tolerated it for a bit until took one of her socks off and began to tickle her bare foot. The programme had finished as she leapt up and said “What’s got into you tonight? Am I going to have to tie you up again?â€
“Yes please.†Both Susan and I said.
Debbie stopped for a moment then burst out laughing. “OK she said. I should have guessed. Have you got ropes or stuff?†she said bending to take her other sock off.
I ran away to get some ropes from Susan and my play stuff collection. When I got back to the sitting room Susan and undone her cuffs and was undoing her ankles. I put the ropes on the floor.
“Hands behind your back.†Shouted Susan. I obeyed my older sister sat patiently whilst Debbie tied my hands behind me, crossing round then cinching between. Susan also had some rope in her hands and before long I was tied hands behind my back, arms to my chest (cinched between arms and body) ankles, above and below knees, and thighs all tied together. I rolled about on the floor testing my bonds and confirmed they were tight and secure. Susan decided to test my bonds in her own way, by tickling me. Debbie joined in and I was rolling, struggling, squirming and laughing at the mercy of the ticklers.
“Why don’t you gag him?†asked Susan.
“Do you want to be gagged?â€
I smiled and nodded approval.
“OK, have you got anything I can use?â€
“Use your sock.†I said.
“Are you sure?†said sue retrieving one of her socks and holding it up pretending to sniff it. “I’ve been wearing it all day.â€
“Its OK.†I said used to having worn socks (mine or my sisters) used as gags. I had not yet developed my current taste for nylon stockings or tights.
Debbie balled up her sock and put it in my mouth as Susan tied a piece of cloth round my head holding it in place.
“At last some quiet.†Debbie said sitting cross legged on the floor at my feet and gently tickling my soles.
“Aren’t you going to tie me up?†asked Susan.
“Aarrggghhh. You just untied yourself.â€
“That was to help you.â€
“OK. If it means I get some peace around here. Hans behind your back!â€
“No tie me to the camp bed. You can tickle torture me then.â€
“What do you mean.â€
My sister demonstrated by lying on the camp and reaching her hands over her head whilst stretching her legs out to each side of the bed. For those who aren’t old enough to know what I am talking about, a camp bed is basically a canvas sheet about 2 feet wide with 2 metal tubular poles which run down each side. These are held inplace and the canvas stretched by 4 or 5 wire (1/4 inch) shallow ‘W’ shaped legs which slot into pre-made holes in the tubes. Susan was right. There were openings in the canvas for the legs to go into the tubes and there was ample opportunity to tied wrists and ankles to the legs or tubes.
I sat back and watched (I didn’t have much choice) as Debbie tied Susan to the camp bed as she had been instructed. Her ankles were tied firmly to the tubes in line with the bottom 2 legs, the ropes being tied round the legs too to ensure that she could not pull them up the poles. Her wrists did not line up with any gaps so were tied to the top set of legs with about 6 inches of rope but her elbows were adjacent to a gap so Debbie tied her there too making sure she was secure.
“Finished.†Said Debbie.
“Aren’t you going to gag me.â€
“OK OK OKâ€
She retrieved her other pink sock and rolled it up before popping it into my sister’s mouth and tying it with yet another scarf.
“Right. All happy?â€
“MMpphhh.†In stereo.
“The things I do to have a quiet night when I sit for you Steve. Still it does seem it’s going to be very quiet.†Debbie said looking at her two bound gagged charges. She moved to the bottom of the camp-bed and tickled Susan’s feet. I watched as Susan Wriggled and squirmed but she was securely tied and couldn’t get away from the torturous fingers. She then went up to Susan’s armpits and began to tickle her under there. Susan continued to struggle futilely whilst making mmpphing noises.
Laughter is infectious and Debbie was beginning to laugh, as was I. It was no surprise then when Debbie turned her attention back to my feet that despite my sock gag I was wriggling and making screaming laughing noises.
After a few minutes the tickling stopped and Debbie sat down to enjoy her unexpectedly earned peace and quiet watching television. The seeds of a new plan formed in my mind and I began to wriggle on the floor. By some rolling and wriggling I managed to get my self round to the floor at the bottom of the camp bed. There I rolled onto my back where I could now reach Susan’s feet with mine. Rather clumsily but effectively I began to scrape my toes down Susan’s left sole. She began to laugh into her gag and wriggle but her ankles were securely tied down and there was no way she could avoid the torment my toes gave her.
Despite out gags, Susan’s laughing and my mmphing with the strain of balancing on my arms and holding my legs up to tickle her must have made quite a noise. Enough anyway to make Debbie comment.
“I don’t believe it.†She said. “I still can’t hear the TV. I’ll have to take special measures for you boy.†She continued.
She picked me up and directed me to hop towards the sofa where she was sitting. There she pushed me onto my stomach and bent my knees up so she could tie my ankles to wrists and hogtie me. 30 seconds of vicious foot tickling followed to check my bonds were secure enough. Before she settled down to watch her programme again.
From the position I was in, although I could not turn over, reach my sister or see the TV, I did have an excellent view of Debbie’s bare feet and loved the way her toes wiggled or hooked together as she watched the programme. She would occasionally bend to give my soles a tickle and when my sister audibly grumbled through her gag walked over to give her soles the treatment.
Eventually the programme finished and she said it was time for us to go to bed. She started untying Susan but when she tooj her gag out Susan immediately complained that it was too early to go to bed on a Weekend. Debbie threatened to tickle Susan if she did not agree and from the shrieks, I could not see what was happening, it sounded as if she was making it clear she intended to carry out the threat.
“If you want to tickle us you’ll have to keep us tied up.†said Susan “So we’ll have to be tied up in bed.
“I’d love to keep you tied up and quiet but you can’t talk for Steve.â€
“Mpphh, mmpphh.†I nodded.
Debbie took my gag out and I said I agreed to being tied up too to make me go to bed. Debbie untied us both and told us to wash and change for bed. Pyjamas were not that different form what we were wearing - shorts and T-shirts – but we washed and changed as we were told to.
We then went up to our room. Susan was first and wanted her hands tied behind her back. Debbie said she could never sleep that way (how did she know so much about being tied up?) so she tied her hands infront then tied her arms to her sides and her ankles and knees together before tucking her in.
I was next and asked to have my hands tied to the top of the bed and my feet to the bottom. Debbie obliged tying my wrists together first then my ankles before stretching me out and tying me to top and bottom. After that Debbie took two scarves again and said she was not going to gag us as we slept but wanted us to go to sleep soon so blindfolded us both. We heard Debbie switch the light out close the door and walk off across the landing. Susan and I talked for a while. I wanted Susan to hop across and untie me but she didn’t want to hop blindfolded. Despite being excited we were also both exhausted so soon fell asleep.
I was woken by Debbie shaking me and untying me. It was morning. Debbie had already taken Susan’s blindfold off and was explaining that she had meant to wait until we were asleep then untie us. She expected Mum to come up and check on us when she got back. Instead she had fallen asleep herself waiting for us to go to sleep and had not woken until a few minutes ago. She hadn’t heard mum come back in either. As the three of us got down stairs we were amazed no one had heard mum come back in.
It soon became apparent why Mum had not come upstairs to investigate us last night. Mum had been to a Hen party and had had a little more to drink than she had planned. The whole of the downstairs showed a trail of tipsy getting ready for bed. Shoes by the front door followed by a coat. Next came a discarded skirt, blouse, pair of black tights and culminated with a bra in the kitchen. Mum herself was in the lounge but had come off the camp bed in the night and was on the floor, the unzipped sleeping bag wrapped around her, and her feet sticking out as far as the knee. Her hair was also rather matted and tangled.
She was horrified as soon when she realised what time it was, and when she realised what she looked like, and apologised profusely to Debbie whilst holding the bag around her trying to maintain something of her respectability. She muddled her way upstairs and came back shortly afterwards, now wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt. She then retrieved her purse and paid Debbie before doing that marvellous tick which parents have: no matter how ill they feel they always look after children. She made breakfast for Susan and me, and coffee for herself, before showering and making herself “look human†again.
She was very apologetic to us all Saturday too and Susan and I got a few treats (Sweets, crisps, soft drinks and ice cream). All in all a good weekend.