Angela - The Start of Something Great
Angela is very pretty. She has a lovely figure, does wonderful things with her hair and quite possibly has the world's greatest legs. She is also my sister-in-law. She is four years younger than my wife and was twelve the first time I met her. At that time she was a cute kid but over the next three years she blossomed into a beautiful young woman. I mention three years because that is when I first TUGged her.
Every year Angela and my wife give their mother a Mother's Day gift of a top to bottom house cleaning. My in-laws live a two hour drive from us so the wife and I drive up on Friday night and stay the weekend. I offered to help with the cleaning but was told that it was their gift and they would do it. This left me free to do pretty much whatever I pleased for two days. On Saturday morning I went out for a hike and then returned to the house shortly after noon for lunch. The girls were busy cleaning; my wife had the upstairs and Angela the ground floor.
Angela is one of those people who amuse themselves by being a pain in the ass. Sometimes it is funny, other times it's maddening. On this occasion it couldn't have served my purposes better. She was vacuuming the hallway that connects the kitchen and dining room to the front entry and living room. As I squeezed by her to get to the kitchen she deliberately stepped back and pushed me into the wall. As noisy as the vacuum was, I could hear her giggling. I made a sandwich and poured a glass of milk and decided to eat in front of the television in the living room. Once again I had to squeeze by her but I was ready for the bump and side stepped her. It was tempting to let her hit me so that I could pour the glass of milk over her head and blame it on her but that would have been too messy. As I slipped by I said to her 'Keep your head up, revenge is sweet!'
Obviously my comment provoked her because I had no sooner turned on the television when she entered the room and started to vacuum. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me pissed off so I ignored her, turned up the volume and continued with lunch. After a few passes behind my seat she changed tactics and made a quick U-turn to start vacuuming right in front of the TV. The smile on her face showed just how much she was enjoying this. I swallowed the last bit of my sandwich and washed it down with the milk thinking to myself 'it's time to get out of here' when a moment of inspiration struck. I sat back on the couch and said to her 'If you don't clear out right now I'm going to take you and stick you in a closet somewhere.' She continued to work as if she hadn't heard me. 'Last chance' I announced. 'You can't keep me in a closet' she replied with plenty of attitude 'none of the closets in this house have locks!'
She couldn't have done a better job of taking the bait; now all I had to do was reel her in. As all good TUGger's do I had previously taken a room by room inventory of my in-laws house to see what materials were available in the event that an opportunity presented itself. The lamp table beside the couch had a drawer full of odds and ends and among them was a thin white leather belt. After her comment she had turned her back to me and with the noise of the vacuum she had no idea that I was creeping up on her; belt in hand. I grabbed her by the elbows and started to pull her hands behind her back. She twisted to try and escape but I had a good grip and was able to push her down to the floor and sat on her rear end.
She knew that I wanted her hands behind her back so she fought her arms free and raised them over her head to get them away from me. At this point I was beginning to have my doubts, she was putting up a good fight, but then she made a fatal error. Thinking her hands were safely out of reach she relaxed for a moment and crossed her wrists. I quickly tied a half hitch loop in the belt and lunged for her hands. I slipped the loop over her wrists and pulled it tight. I then wrapped the belt once more around her wrists and buckled it up.
'Now it's time to put you in the closet' I said as I lifted her to her feet 'once I'm finished with you I won't need a lock to keep you in.' I tried to pull her along by her hands but she dug in and wouldn't budge so I picked her up over my shoulder. At this point my wife came into the room, stopped to examine the scene and said 'What is going on here?' I answered 'She's been working really hard to piss me off and I’m…’ but before I could finish my sentence Angela screamed 'He's going to stick me in a closet!' 'Good' my wife said with a wink 'you deserve it. I'm going to get some lunch' and she left the room.
I followed behind her down the hall and when she turned left into the kitchen I turned right towards the bedrooms. I was going to put Angela in her own closet but remembered that it was so full of junk that she would never fit. Her idea of cleaning her room was to shove everything into the closet and close the door. I entered my bedroom and dumped her onto the bed. It would be easier to tie her ankles there than it would be if I put her straight into the closet.
I pulled off my belt to finish the job expecting to fight off a flurry of kicks. Surprisingly she tried to pull her ankles away from me which resulted in her being curled up in a ball with her legs crossed at the ankles. I slipped the belt behind her ankles and tied a tight hitch leaving the ends free. I passed the ends around the belt on her wrists and buckled it up. Now she was stuck in this balled up position with her knees up to her chest, unable to lower her legs and her hands securely fastened to her ankles.
When I first tied her in the living room I was disappointed that I couldn't get her arms bound behind her. I feel that a TUG is never complete without a gag; when the hands are tied in front it's too easy for the victim to remove the gag and too much trouble for the TUGger to stop them. A pleasant result of the way she was now bound was that she couldn't lift her arms to remove a gag. Once again my knowledge of the house came in handy; this room had a dresser which had a few empty drawers for the wife and I to use when we visited but the bottom drawers were used by my mother in-law to store winter hats, mitts and most importantly scarves.
I pulled out a nice thick red wool scarf and tied a large knot in the middle of it. Angela saw what was coming and it was comical watching her roll over to try to deny me access to her mouth. This actually helped me because now it would be much easier to tie the gag. I placed the knot over her lips, pulled tight on the scarf and with the thumb and index finger of my right hand I grabbed a lock of hair and gave it a good pull. When she opened her mouth to squeal the knot slipped in, I tied off the gag and then rolled her onto her back.
She lay there with her legs crossed in the air and her arms unable to move even an inch. Her feet pointed off in opposite directions and her hands were held firmly between them. I was looking at the way her hands were turning pink and thinking how nice it looked against the white of her socks. It struck me as being rather photogenic and I picked up my camera. I'm sure what she was saying was rather profane but the muffled sounds that reached my ears were like music. I hope that damsels in distress never realize what a waste of time it is to protest through a gag because it is my favorite part. It's like putting the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae; the final touch that makes it perfect.
Her eyes went wide as I started snapping pictures and I knew what she was thinking. I am the type of person who enjoys sharing my photos and I almost always have an album of my latest endeavors at hand to show people. She would die of embarrassment if any of her friends saw these snapshots.
'Right now you are wondering what I am going to do with these pictures' I said, 'don't worry about it. These are for my own personal collection to remind me that revenge is sweet. Don't say I didn't warn you. And just as another warning, this is the first time but I have a feeling it won't be the last.' I decided against putting her in the closet so after a few more pictures of my dear sister in-law in this rather unflattering position I untied her but left the gag in.
My final amusement was watching her struggle to untie the tight knot behind her head. As she left the room I called after her 'Don't forget to finish the vacuuming!'