Again, to
sarumansauron, thanks. To
xtc, thanks. I agree to you on the demise of TUG Stories. Its sad. And no, I don’t know any other site. Other site are too specific, that only allows if certain elements were involved, like the site that caters to mother bondage, or the site that caters to girls tying up boys, or women tied up by kids, etc. Most of the others are fictional. And most them are pretty hard core, and adult.
It’s a good thing that Canuck’s site exist. A lot of the best tie up stories that I have read were posted on this site, and the old site of Canuck when it was still on dreambook. Anything, as long as it is innocent and true, is permitted in this section. And the current site has a fictional section, unlike the old one where only true ones were allowed. Anyway, it just goes without saying that without this site, I wouldn’t know where to post my stories.
Winter 1966-67
Triple Initiation
Part V
Walking Blind
(fff/f), (m+/f+)
My brother took center stage.
“Girls,” Andrew began, “this is the initiation. All you have to do is to endure what’ll happen next. Should you in any way, ask us or anybody else to untie you, or to quit for whatever reason, you’ll fail the initiation. Got it?”
Betty, Nancy, and Maggie nodded.
“Okay, first question. Who wants to give up? We’ll untie you right now and you can watch,” he began. “Betty?”
My sister shook her head.
“Maggie?”
My cousin shook hers.
“Nancy?”
Nancy shook her head vigorously.
“Good,” he said. “I’m glad you aren’t chickening out!”
He nodded to David, Donald, and me. I knew what that meant. I took a handkerchief, and blindfolded Betty without warning. Donald and David blindfolded their respective sisters.
“Want to go with us and see this?” Andrew asked Angela. “Betty won’t see you walk, so she won’t make a fuss!” he whispered, which was loud enough for me to hear, just barely, but I guess not to Betty.
Andrew untied Angela from the chair and untied her knees and ankles as soon as Betty was blindfolded. He helped her to stand up.
“Want me to untie your hands and ungag you?” he asked.
“Mmmpphhh,” she said, and nodded vigorously to emphasize the point.
Andrew laughed. “Sorry, I won’t do that! I only said that you’re free to watch. I didn’t say anything about totally freeing you!”
Angela was disappointed but took her lumps. She merely glared harshly at Andrew.
He turned to Louise. “Want to watch too?”
She nodded.
I helped her to stand up so she can follow us (her feet weren’t tied up in the first place).
Frank and David helped Betty to stand up (her feet too weren’t tied). I then took her by the arm and led her out of the room, with Andrew and David. Frank and Donald stayed behind to look after the bound, gagged, and blind Nancy and Maggie. Andrew reminded them not to tickle the bound girls while we’re gone. Angela and Louise, bound and gagged, but able to walk, followed us.
We helped Betty walk to the floor, all the while teasing her.
I teased her. “There’s a hole in front of you and I’m pushing you to it,” I said.
She visibly tensed at that but I pushed her forward, and she nearly stumbled from the nervousness.
We opened the front door, and made sure to make as much noise as we possibly can to let my sister know we were going outside.
It was still winter, so it was quite cold. In fact, it was freezing. Luckily, we were prepared. Andrew had earlier put thick coats on the coat racks that were large enough that you could put on a girl without needing to put their arms through it. Not only was it convenient to put someone bound wear it, it had the effect of hiding the arms and hands from onlookers. We put a thick coat on Betty, and a scarf around her neck and mouth which nicely concealed her gag, and a thick knit cap on her head. Andrew, David and I donned thick clothes for the trip outside.
“Look at all those people,” Andrew said loudly to scare Betty.
In reality, the street was almost deserted, and the people that were in the street didn’t mind us. Even if they did, they would not notice that she was bound and gagged because of the thick winter coats that we wore.
“They’re all staring at you, sister,” said David.
She stopped at her tracks.
“Want to quit, sister?” my brother whispered.
She shook her head, and walked tentatively forward, with me guiding her and making sure that nothing bad happens to her.
Angela and Louise, both bound and gagged, also halted at the door.
“Still want to join us?” Andrew asked.
Both girls nodded.
“Tom, wait for me,” he said as he went back to the house and put on thick coats on the two girls, plus scarves and caps to help fight the cold. The effect on how they looked was the same. You could not tell from a distance that they were tied up.
The two followed tentatively. The fact that my sister was blind slowed our progress and let them easily catch up with us.
We teased and mocked Betty all the way.
“Hey, there’s a hole in front of you,” I would repeatedly say, and walk her to where the supposed “hole” was. At first, she was really scared, but seemed to have caught on and became less scared. Sometimes, we told her that we were leaving her. Then I’d let go and all of us would move away from her, only a little. All the time, Betty would completely stop and just stand where she was, and try to shout or call us, which was ineffective to say the least. We’d repeatedly let her think that she was alone—from as short as thirty seconds, to as long as five minutes.
Each time, we would ask afterwards, “had enough? Want to quit?”
Every time, she shook her head. She sure was a tough girl!
Several times, we spun her around so she could not know where we were. We just walked her towards our destination—David’s house. A trip that normally took ten minutes by foot became thirty minutes because of our antics. All the while, Angela and Louise walked around and watched the proceedings.
We finally reached David’s house. When we entered, we removed all our thick clothes and put it on the coat rack, including the coats that Betty, Angela, and Louise were wearing.
We marched her straight to David’s room. When we reached it, we sat her on his bed. David tied her legs and knees (above the hem of her dress) and leashed her ankles to the leg of the bed.
“Don’t try to jump or you’ll fall over,” Andrew warned, and Betty nodded at that.
Louise and Angela just stood besides the bed, watching Betty and giggling among themselves, even while gagged.
We were surprised when the door opened and David and Nancy’s younger sister, Cathy (7) entered.
“I thought you were going to the dentist?” asked David.
“It was postponed,” said Cathy. Indeed, she was still dressed up for her dental appointment—she was wearing a blue dress with frills, with its skirt reaching to just below the knees, and thick black tights or leggings hugging her legs, testifying to the very cold weather, and black mary jane shoes. There was a matching blue bow on her head.
“Where’s Mom?” David inquired.
“Downstairs. In the kitchen,” Cathy said. “Ooh! Is that the initiation? I thought it’s Maggie and Nancy who’s supposed to be with Betty.”
David then gave a long winded explanation on why Angela and Louise were tied up. Cathy seemed to accept that, even though she still doesn’t get all of it.
“Well, we better go and get Maggie and Nancy,” Andrew interrupted. “Well, Tom, could you stay here and watch your sister while we get the others?”
“Sure,” I said. “How about Louise and Angela?”
“Do you want to join us in getting the other two?” my brother asked.
Angela nodded, while Louise shook her head.
“Okay. Tie Louise’s feet and put her besides Betty,” my brother instructed.
I nodded before Andrew and David with the bound Angela left to get the remaining two initiates. I was now alone with Betty (who was bound hand and foot, gagged tightly, and blindfolded), Louise, (who was also tightly gagged and with her hands tied behind her back), and Cathy (who was free and looking at the bonds of Betty and Louise).