[i]This wasn’t THE first time I tied Paul up, but it was one of our first TUGs. It took place five years ago when I was fourteen and Paul was seven.[/i]
It was a very hot and humid Saturday afternoon in July. Paul was relaxing in a lounger in the conservatory.
Paul was wearing a blue-striped white tee-shirt with matching shorts.
Lisa entered the conservatory, carrying a large paperback book in her right hand.
Lisa was wearing a light grey cropped tee-shirt and skin-tight faded blue jeans cropped shorts with frayed edges, and Dunlop Green Flash white plimsolls.
“Nothing to do, bro?†Lisa enquired, pausing by the coffee table.
“Just chillin!†Paul replied airily.
“Want me to tie you to the lounger?†Lisa offered. “See how long it takes you to escape.â€
“OK!†Paul replied, eagerly.
“Get some ropes!†Lisa asked, putting her book on the coffee table.
Lisa went upstairs to her bedroom, while Paul went out to the shed.
Lisa returned first, carrying a black plastic digital stopwatch in her hand. She placed it gently on the coffee table facing the lounger.
Paul returned carrying four lengths of thick rope. Dropping them on the coffee table next to the stopwatch, he eagerly sat down in the lounger and placed his arms flat on the solid wood arms.
Kneeling down on the floor, Lisa tied Paul’s ankles securely to the chair legs. Standing up, she picked up the remaining ropes and tied her brother’s arms securely to the lounger arms.
“I’m going!†Dianne announced, standing in the doorway. “See you kids later!â€
Dianne was a tall and slender, yet solidly built and very attractive lady in her late thirties, with shoulder-length loose curly black hair. She wore a blue and white striped tee-shirt and white shorts, with white socks and blue and white plimsolls.
“Bye, mom!†Lisa replied, tying Paul’s ankles to the chair legs.
“Don’t hurt him!†Dianne warned, watching her daughter stand up and tie her son’s arms to the lounger arms.
“They aren’t tight!†Lisa replied sweetly, tying the ropes tight.
Reassured, Dianne turned and left.
“That ok?†Lisa asked, setting the stopwatch going when he had finished tying Paul to the lounger. “Ropes not TOO tight?â€
“Just great!†Paul replied appreciatively.
“Get yourself loose, and stop the clock when you do!†Lisa instructed, gesturing the stopwatch. “I’ll just be outside if you need me!â€
Lisa picked up her book and went outside into the immaculate and secluded back lawn. She lay full-length on her stomach under the shade of the tree, and resting her chin on her hands, started reading her book. Although she spared her brother a quick glance, the warm summer weather soon made Lisa feel drowsy, and she fell asleep.
In the conservatory, Paul struggled against his bonds, but it was no good. Being a Girl Guide, Lisa was an expert at tying knots. Although they weren’t over tight, the knots were strong enough to keep the boy in that position, and out of reach of his teeth.
About half an hour into the game, exhausted from frequent bouts of struggling, Paul decided he would have to admit defeat. He was about to call his sister when he heard voices in both their neighbours’ gardens. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Paul just sat quietly waiting for the neighbours to go. However, the warm weather and his exertions caused the boy to fall asleep.
From where he was sitting, Paul had a clear view of a clock on the window sill. When he woke up, he realised he’d been tied for two hours - the longest so far! He was very pleased with himself!
Paul was just about to open his mouth to call Lisa when his mother appeared in the open doorway. Her expression of shock at seeing her son still tied up was unmistakable.
“LISA!†Dianne yelled. “COME HERE, NOW!â€
Shocked awake, Lisa jumped up and hurried over to her mother, remembering her brother was tied up.
“I’m so sorry, Paul!†Lisa exclaimed apologetically, frantically untying her brother. “You should have called me!â€
“GO TO YOUR ROOM, NOW GIRL!†A very angry Dianne ordered.
Too afraid to say anything, Lisa scurried off up to her room to wait for her mother.
Dianne checked Paul over to make sure there were no injuries, and then went upstairs to deal with her daughter…..
[To begin with, our mother imposed a complete ban on the TUGs. After calming down and talking it over with our father, it was “agreed†that TUGs would be allowed as long as the ropes weren’t too tight and the captive wasn’t kept tied longer than half an hour Ever since then, we’ve indulged in TUGs in one of two ways. If parents are around, the captive is tied up and timed to see how much more than half an hour we can get away with. If there is no parental/other adult supervision, the half hour rule is completely ignored and captives are kept tied for as long as we can get away with – sometimes too tight as well!