## Summer 1966 - Angela's Ordeal

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Oct 12, 2010 7:37 am

Summer 1966
Angela's Ordeal
Part I
My Sister's Suggestion
(mm/f)
On the last story, I decided to get back at Chester and Jay for their “going away present” just before we left at the beginning of summer for my great grandfather’s farm. It was part of our regular games, and so intent I was at revenge that I inadvertently let Andrew and David escape.
It was the last week of August. In a few days, on the first week of September, school would start again, and we were intent in making the most of it. Dad had wrapped up his typewriter lessons on Andrew and me as we already know the ‘basics’. So we spent the rest of the vacation playing. We biked, we swam in the local pool, we explored the woods outside of our small town, and of course, we tied each other up.
It was the morning of Wednesday, and we were still at home. David (10), Chester (10), and Jay (10) were stuck doing chores at their homes so they were unavailable, at least for the morning, while my cousin Donald and his sister Maggie and their siblings were taken by their family to shop in the local stores. That left Frank (9), who promptly came over, and Angela (9) and Henry (8), who came over at Betty’s, my sister, invitation. My younger siblings, John (6), Barney (7), and Lawrence (5) were taken out by my mother for a trip to the local playground.
Andrew (10), who, like myself, was a bookworm, buried himself in one of his books in his room. Frank and I (9), in the living room, debated on what to do. Henry soon joined us. It was such a nice day to spend cooped up in the house, but we cannot agree on what we should do outside, so we stayed in and played board games. Betty and Angela were playing dolls just besides us. All of boys were wearing shorts and t-shirts, while the Betty and Angela wore dresses that reached just below the knees.
“Why don’t you play with us?” Angela laughed.
“No thanks,” Henry replied for us.
“Well, if you can’t think of anything, I might as well tie you up,” Angela continued. “Remember when I tied you up the entire afternoon? Well, want to spend the day like that?”
“Oooh! I never knew that!” Betty interrupted. “Angela, talk! What happened?”
Angela recounted every detail of that long afternoon, which was posted in Summer-1966 The Long Afternoon, in the December 2002 archives.
We were embarrassed as Angela recounted to Betty and Henry what happened during that day. We simply listened for any falsehood or exaggeration. But the truth was embarrassing enough.
“So that’s why you were gone the entire afternoon,” Betty said. “You were tied up by a girl!” She then laughed.
“Watch your back, Angie,” I said. “We’ll get you back when you least expect it!”
“Well, why don’t you get her back now?” Betty asked, surprising us all. “I mean, I’m bored with my dolls now, and what better way to have fun than have Angela here tied up?”
All of us were flabbergasted.
“Betty! You Benedict Arnold!” Angela playfully accused. “I thought I could rely on you!”
“I’ll get the rope! Where do you keep it?” Henry volunteered as I told him to get it in my room.
“It’s in a bag besides my bed,” I told Angela’s little brother.
Frank and I walked and loomed over Angela.
“This isn’t fair! You two deserved what you got that afternoon!” she protested.
“Maybe, but since everyone agreed that you should be tied up, who am I to protest!” l laughed.
Angela sighed, as everyone turned on her. “Okay, but I’m only poor, and you won’t get much ransom for me!”
I had waited for this moment, and I was determined to make every minute count.
Henry soon returned with the ropes and I puller her hands behind her back. I wrapped white rope around her wrists before cinching it, making sure the ropes were secure and snug. In the meantime, Angela was talking with Betty like she wasn’t being bound! Time to put a stop to that.
I took a large handkerchief, wadded it, and offered it to her mouth. She looked at me with dagger eyes before opening her mouth to accept the wad. Frank had knotted a bandana, put it between her teeth, and tied it tight at the back of her head.
Now Angela was wrapped in a nice little package! She sat on the couch besides Betty, who kept talking as if Angela wasn’t bound, while she looked at Frank and me wide-eyed and had the expression on her face that said, “Now what?”
It was actually a good question. It was not planned, it just happened, and we were at a loss of what to do when she was actually tied up.
“So how long do you plan to keep her that way?” asked Henry.
“Until six or seven in the evening,” I replied, remembering that Frank and I were tied the entire afternoon. Not continuously, but not counting the moments where we were briefly untied then retied, it was long.
Angela grunted and protested, but we ignored her unintelligible muffled speeches.
Frank finished the job by tying her ankles and her knees above the hem of her dress.
We then tickled her. I went for her sides, Frank for her stomach, while Henry and Betty just watched. She laughed, but we were merciful and it was brief. We stopped, and Henry and Betty took their turn. We alternated tickling her for about fifteen minutes, always mindful to give her breaks so as to allow her to catch her breath.
By the time we were finished, she was red faced and exhausted and sweaty. She looked at us and we could she that she was already planning revenge on all of us for this ordeal.
After that, we had no idea what to do with her. We wanted to do to her what she did to us, but after careful consideration, we decided not to because we would get in real trouble if we did that because, well, she’s a girl, and, during those times, there are things that you can’t do to them that they can do to you without getting in trouble.
So Frank, Henry and I simply talked and discussed things, while Betty talked to Angela as if she wasn’t bound and gagged. I sat besides her while Frank sat on the floor just in front of me, and Henry sat besides me. It carried on until just before lunch, about forty-five minutes. All this time, Angela sat between us, forced to listen to our conversations without having a say. Poor Angela. It must have been torture for her not to make any contribution to the babble of words that was spoken.
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### Re: Summer 1966 - Angela's Ordeal - Part II

Post by Tom Ford » Fri Oct 15, 2010 2:07 am

Summer 1966
Angela's Ordeal
Part II
Angela in a Bind
(mm/f)
The mood was broken when about twelve noon, David arrived. He apparently had finished his chores and was allowed to come over. “Is Andrew around?” he asked. “Whoa! What happened to Angie?”
“Oh we just tied her up,” Frank replied. “Andrew is in his room.”
“Okay, thanks,” he said
A minute later, we heard a rush of feet on the stairs, and Andrew and David looked on at us.
“Wow! How long had you had her tied-up,” my older brother asked.
“About an hour, give or take,” I estimated.
“You should have called me! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, lil’ brother!”
“But you told us not to disturb your reading unless it’s very important, and do you think it’s really important?” Betty replied.
“You got me there,” said Andrew.
“So how long do you plan to keep her that way?” asked David.
“Until six, I think,” I said.
“Yeah! She’d be tied up the entire afternoon,” Henry stated.
“Really! You just opened a can of worms, Tom. So don’t whine when we do the same to you!” Andrew replied. “Well, Mom’s gonna arrive any minute now. I don’t think you can keep her that way during lunch at least.”
Angela squirmed. With her squeezed between Betty and me, she really couldn’t struggle much. She then made a racket under her gag, shaking her head, making all kinds of sounds. I ignored her but it got my brother’s attention.
“You wouldn’t mind if I take her gag off, would you?” Andrew asked me.
I shook my head.
He pulled the bandana from her mouth and took out the wadding. “Well, what is it?”
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom! I promise you can tie me up after, but I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”
Andrew laughed but untied her. She quickly ran and disappeared.
A few minutes later, Angela was back, and I was about to retie her when Mom and my younger siblings arrived. They have carried take-out food from our local restaurant, and we were immediately having lunch. Andrew called a halt in our tie-up proceedings, and we ate lunch.
I was keen on tying-up Angela after lunch, and she knew she has to submit to my ropes once again as she didn’t escape and she made a promise, but she cleverly suggested that she and Betty do the dishes, which my overworked mother gladly accepted. Betty tried to rush the process, eager to see her best friend tied up, while Angela worked as slowly as possible. And so, it took one hour to wash the dishes in what normally would have been a twenty minute job.
Frank and I of course watched them carefully to ensure that she wouldn’t escape, while Andrew and David went out of the house.
Angela went to the bathroom first before I subjected her to the ropes. Betty was excited, jumping around, while Henry kept asking questions on what we would do to her. Barney also joined us, but was quieter.
“You still want to tie me up?” she asked after she came back to us.
“Yes,” Frank said.
“Why am I not surprised?” she asked. “You do realize that I am getting all of you back for this? And you too Betty! Remember, it’s only a few months till you celebrate your ninth birthday, and I’m gonna make sure you remember it!”
This was in reference to our nine-year-old rule. It was an arbitrary number chosen by my parents to determine whether or not someone was too young or not to be tied up. It was strictly enforced, and obeyed by all of us. Thus, you can’t tie up someone who is younger than nine, but after that, you can.
Frank and I only laughed while Betty seemed to pale. “But you would have forgotten it by that time!”
She won’t. In fact, Angela’s birthday surprise for Betty on her ninth would be very memorable, but it’s another story.
It was two o’clock when I tied Angela’s hands behind her. She started to say how “evil” we are to kidnap such a “helpless” and “beautiful” girl like she, but said that since she was “good” and we were “evil”, we would all lose and she would have her revenge. We all had no doubt about it, but we were enjoying ourselves too much to care. I tied her crossed hands by wrapping rope vertically and horizontally cinching it tight between her hands. It was tight but not too tight. Frank ended Angela’s rants by presenting a rolled up sock up to her mouth. She dutifully opened her mouth to take it in. It was large, and I didn’t think it could fit, but somehow it did. He finished by putting duct tape over her closed lips. He taped her mouth, ear to ear, using six different strips.
Silence. Such a pleasant sensation.
I decided to march her up to my room and tie her to my bed. Barney and Henry lost interest and played outside, while Betty accompanied Frank and me, still talking to Angela, while Angela’s contributions to the “conversation” consisted of grunts.
I instructed her to sit on the bed. She did, and I removed her shoes and socks. Frank tied her ankles, while Betty insisted, and we permitted, that she tie her knees. She did, making sure to tie it above her dress rather than on her bare knees—we didn’t want it to ride up during her tickle session and be get in trouble for being peeping toms!!! It wasn’t the best job, as Betty wasn’t competent with knots. I did the final knots just in case.
We laid her down on the bed on her back, and I leashed her ankles to the bedpost at the bottom. I took a very long rope, looped it over her at the stomach, and tied it around the bed, knotting it at the left side of the bed frame. Now she can’t sit up the bed and she has to lie down.
There she was, lying on the bed, leaning on her bound arms, ready for the taking.
“I want to be first! Let me tickle her first!” Betty insisted.
“Fine!” I decided. “How ‘bout you Frank?”
“Fine by me! Just as long as have my turn.”
Angela glared at her best friend! Oh Betty’s going to get an earful as soon as Angela was freed. But at the moment, it did no good as Betty attacked her friend. First, her ankles, then her sides, stomach, and neck. Angela burst in a flurry of giggles, then laughs, which, despite the gag, was loud. Of course, the tickles were with breaks. Then, Frank and I tickled her at the same time—I at her sides, Frank at her feet. She laughed and laughed, and when we were done with her ten minutes later, she was red, breathing heavily, and exhausted.
“It’s two thirty,” I said, looking at the clock in my room. “You tied us up until seven or so, so we have every right to do that to you. But since we’re kind, we’ll only leave you like that till six.”
“Hope you enjoy the room!” Frank snickered as he put a pillow under her head.
Angela just glared at us.
We prepared to leave her to her fate, but Betty motioned that she wanted to remain with her. We were suspicious that she might let her go—she has interfered in our games several times before—so we insisted that she come out with us. Betty pouted and said she wanted a playmate and its boring downstairs without Angela.
“Well, you want us to tie you up?” Frank threatened.
“You know you can’t! I’m too young!”
She had us there.
“Oh you’re so going to get it once you’re nine,” I said.
“Looking forward to it,” she replied.
We had to pull her out of the room. I took my key and locked the door to ensure that there would be no interference of any sort.
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### Re: Summer 1966 - Angela's Ordeal - Part II Updated!! (mm/f)

Post by milagros317 » Sat Oct 16, 2010 4:05 am

Very nice story, thanks for posting it.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

### Summer 1966 - Angela's Ordeal - Part III

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Oct 17, 2010 1:45 am

Thanks to Milagros317 for the kind comments. Here is part III
Summer 1966
Angela's Ordeal
Part III
My Brother's Coup
(mm/m+f)
It was about five in the afternoon when I received a phone call. It was Donald of all people. He told us that he would be coming over in a little while because his mother had given him permission. Frank and I were more than happy that he would be coming along. Our earlier plans to go out and play were dashed by Angela’s captivity. We had to stay at home and watch over her. We simply spent the afternoon playing with board games, and we kept an eye on Betty, who more than once we caught trying to sneak in and free Angela. My mother had asked me where Angela was, and I told her she was all tied up. She understood, and we assured her that she consented.
After about ten minutes, I decided to check on Angela. We had left her for about two and a half hours in my bed. I quickly unlocked and entered room, and I saw that she was fast asleep, just like we were on that long afternoon! I only noticed it now, but I had to admit she was kind of cute when she was asleep all tied up. Her red hair was scattered over the pillow. Her bulging cheek testifies to the enormous sock in her mouth. Her hands were hidden behind her, of course. I went down, and told Frank that I was going to watch her until she wakes up.
“Want to join me?” I asked.
“No thanks. I’ll just watch TV here until Don arrives.” (Don was Donald’s rarely used nickname. He hated it).
“Okay. I’ll be upstairs. Just call me when he arrives.”
Frank nodded and I went back upstairs. I took a book from my book case, sat on a chair besides the bed, and read, while waiting for Donald to arrive.
Betty saw me in my room and quickly entered. I whispered to keep quiet so Angela won’t wake. “Besides, the longer she sleeps, the longer she remains bound.”
Betty nodded. She quickly went out, got some of her dolls from her room, and played silently on the floor of my room while I read. Several times, I stared at the sleeping form of Angela, but quickly resumed my reading so I wouldn’t get caught by Betty staring.
After about fifteen minutes, I decided again to sneak a peek at Angela. Expecting to see a sleeping girl’s face, I was startled when I saw her staring at me! We had a brief eye to eye contact, and I quickly looked at my book again. I can hear a guffaw from her, as if she was laughing. Betty heard her and she quickly stood up.
“You’re awake!” Betty exclaimed. She quickly untied the rope holding her to the bed, and I made no attempt to stop her. I did tell her, however, not to untie her hands. After that, she helped Angela into a sitting position on the bed, and Betty brought her dolls and played right in front of Angela.
“Looks like you three have been enjoying yourselves,” I heard Andrew say from behind me.
“Yeah. She’s been sleeping like a baby,” I said without looking at the door or away from my book. That was, until I heard muffled voices coming from the door, and it was male voices.
I quickly turned around and saw Donald and Frank, between Andrew and David, hands tied behind their back and mouths gagged—Donald with tape and Frank with a bandana tied around his mouth and between his teeth, both their mouths obviously packed. They were quickly ushered into the room. David closed the door as he remarked, “Angela, I think, is lonely all tied-up by herself. I think it’d be swell if you and your friends could join her.”
I was speechless. I can’t believe this was happening. I knew it was hopeless. I was trapped. So I raised my hand in surrender. Obviously, they took advantage on the fact that Angela was tied-up to try and win another game.
“Wise choice,” my older brother said as he pulled me to a standing position and pulled my arms behind me. I felt him wrap rope around my crossed wrists. It was cinched tight, and I knew I would not get out without outside help. He asked me to sit on the bed. I did, and he tied my ankles and knees. My ankles were leashed to the bed post. I was then gagged by having a handkerchief stuffed in my mouth. Tape was then used to seal my lips.
I could hear Angela giggling under her gag. Her eyes told me that she thought that I got what’s coming to me. She looked wide eyed, mocking me with her eyes. She knew that she would share our captivity, but our comeuppance was to her, a kind of sweet revenge. I was humiliated. I was tied up right in front of my own captive!
“You seem to be happy seeing Tom tied up like that,” Andrew remarked as he finished with me.
Angela nodded vigorously and glared at me again.
“Well, since you’re happy, I guess you wouldn’t mind a tickle,” David added.
“I think we should call Chet and Jay,” Andrew said. “I know we did all the work, but they’re our team mates, and it wouldn’t be fair if we tickled them without those two. Could you call them, and could you do me a favour? Can you get a glass of water when you come back?”
“Sure thing,” David said before he ran out the room.
Andrew looked at Angela. “I’ll remove your gag,” he said, “but don’t scream? And it comes back when Chet and Jay arrive, okay?”
Angela nodded.
My brother carefully removed the tape from her face, then plucked the rolled up sock out of her mouth. It was now sodden with saliva. “Better put this in a clean place because it’s coming right back into your mouth.”
Angela pouted. “Could you use a clean handkerchief instead, or better yet, just don’t pack my mouth at all? Taping it would have been fine!”
I was furious! She was my captive! I get to decide when to ungag her, not my brother! I let him know my displeasure, but both of them just laughed at me.
“I think a handkerchief would do. After all, you yourself would insist on a packing, wouldn’t you?”
“I guess,” she said.
“Did you know, big brother, that she fell asleep! For more than two hours!” Betty interjected.
“You did? I never thought that anybody could fall asleep tied up,” said Andrew. “So how does it feel?”
“Sleeping is the easy part. When you can’t move and you’re lying on the bed, I just closed my eyes and
I fell asleep. Waking up is the hard part. You seem to forget that you’re tied up.”
“Anyway, at night, do you usually get up in the middle of your sleep to go to the bathroom?”
“No, Andy. When I sleep I usually wake up in the morning.”
“I guess then, you wouldn’t mind if I tied you up while you sleep some time,” he teased.
“You wouldn’t! I’d tell on you!”
“We all know you wouldn’t!” Betty said, inserting herself in the conversation. “Not when it comes to tying up or being tied up.”
“Just as long as Tom is tied up all night as well. I know that he can also sleep soundly while tied up,” Angela retorted.
I grunted in annoyance at that.
“Hear that, Tom? Angie here is volunteering you for night duty!” Betty laughed as she poked me in the ribs.
David then entered. “They’re coming. They can’t believe we’ve played without them!”
“Well, sometimes the opportunity just falls to your lap, and you’ve got to grab it!” Andrew said. He then took the glass of water and offered Angela a drink, which she gratefully took.
“Oh great! It means I get gagged again, right?” Angela asked after she swallowed the water.
“We don’t need to tell you,” David said, “because you already know.”
“Hey, can I be the one to put the hankie in her mouth? Please?” Betty asked.
“Why not,” my brother replied. He then picked from his pockets three or four large bandanas neatly folded.
“You keep all that in your pocket?” asked Betty.
“Ever since this tie up craziness began, you have to. Now, which one?”
“Can I have the smallest one?” Angela asked.
“Nah! That one! That’s the biggest!” Betty replied.
“You are so going to get it!” Angela said to my sister.
Andrew just laughed before getting the largest one and tossing it to Betty. “Not now. Wait for the twins to arrive.”
David, Andrew, Betty, and Angela continued their conversation, occasionally throwing cheap shots at Donald, Frank, and I. I was forced to listen to all their chatter.
It was about ten minutes later that Chester and Jay arrived.
“Wow! You should wait for us before you decide to capture them all, but congratulations! You caught them all by yourselves!” Chester said.
Jay nodded.
“Well, sorry about that. But we can’t resist! Well Betty, go ahead and gag her!” Andrew said.
Angela opened her mouth as Betty inserted the large bandana in her mouth. I watched as I thought it might not fit, but it did. David instructed her to put her lips together. She did, and he put four long strips of duct tape over her mouth.
Without warning, all four of them, Andrew, David, Chester and Jay, tickled us. They assaulted our ribs, our feet, our armpits, and any other ticklish spot in our body. It lasted fifteen minutes, with breaks of course. By the time it was over, we were breathing heavily, our faces were red, and we were sweaty and exhausted, but it wasn’t intense enough to tear us up.
They left for the customary half hour. They had to pull Betty out as she could not seem to leave us. I could see that Frank and Donald were hogtied on opposite sides of the bed. I wasn’t hogtied, but being leashed to the bottom bed post, I could not get to them. Angela was besides me, looking at me with her big eyes. She was enjoying my predicament, even if she was part of it. She never tried to struggle, as she had already done so earlier in the afternoon. I tried to escape, but I soon came to the inevitable conclusion that it was useless, so I just waited, defeated once again.
They arrived after thirty minutes. They gloated about having won twenty one times, and we only ten. Andrew then went over us, and loosened the ropes on Angela’s wrists.
“I think that should be enough to get you all out,” Andrew said before he and the others left us.
Angela quickly struggled, and after a few minutes, was able to pull her wrists free. She rubbed her wrists before she untied and ungagged the rest of herself.
I had just realized that by untying only Angela, my brother effectively left Frank, Donald and I to Angela’s mercy. She was our teammate, but she was also out for revenge.
She stood up triumphant over us, smiled, and said, “Well, that was a pleasant afternoon. I think it’s time for me to repay the favour.”
I looked at her and she definitely had nasty plans for all three of us.
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### Re: Summer 1966 - Angela's Ordeal - Part III Posted! (mm/m+f

Post by luckydog3 » Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:36 pm

Looking forward to the next part. Thanks TF.

### Re: Summer 1966 - Angela's Ordeal - Part III Posted! (mm/m+f

Post by Chase Ricks » Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:56 pm

Looks like fun for the readers and not for the victims.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Summer 1966 - Angela's Ordeal - Part IV

Post by Tom Ford » Mon Oct 18, 2010 7:55 am

Thanks again to Milagros, and to Shane Bikman, for the comments.
Summer 1966
Angela's Ordeal
Part IV
Angela's Revenge
(f/m)
Betty literally ran inside the room. “Aren’t you gonna untie them?” she asked.
“No. At least not yet,” said Angela. “Can you get two bandanas in Tom’s drawer?”
Betty nodded and began rifling my drawer. I complained, but was ignored.
Angela approached Donald. “If you want to be untied now, you have to promise that you won’t interfere with whatever I do with Tom and Frank. Don’t untie them until I say so.”
Donald was after all, an innocent bystander in this affair. He nodded.
She untied him.
“Thanks,” he said. “But why aren’t you going to untie them?” he asked, confused.
Angela and Betty gave him an abbreviated version of what happened during the day.
“So Tom and Frank does deserve whatever it is you plan to dish out,” he concluded.
I begged to disagree, but of course, I can’t.
Betty got back with two bandanas. She gave one to Donald, and she blindfolded me with one. Based on the sounds coming from Frank, I assumed he was too.
Suddenly, I was tickled. Tickled without mercy. Well, they did give us the usual breaks, but blindfolded, and unable to anticipate when they will land their fingers on our tickle bones was just pure agony. I could hear Frank’s muffled grunts and based on the loudness I know he is being tickled too. It lasted ten minutes. Then they stopped, everything went quiet and I can hear the door being closed, and I can hear it being locked.
Oh great! I was now bound, gagged, and blindfolded far longer than I had expected, and Angela had her revenge far sooner that I could have imagined. I didn’t try to struggle, as I knew it would be fruitless. I simply lay still, and let my imagination take over.
***
A few minutes later, I was woken up. My blindfold was taken off. I looked at the clock. It was eight o’clock! I knew then that I had drifted off to sleep.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Betty said as she shook me. “Dinner’s ready.”
I looked around and I could not see Frank anywhere.
“Frank I untied about thirty minutes ago. His parents called him and wanted him home,” Angela informed me. “As for you, I’ll give you a choice. I can either lead you down tied up and gagged, tie you to the dining chair, and ungag you and Betty will feed you. Don’t worry. I already talked to your Mom and Dad and they said its okay, or I could untie you now but you have to promise to let me tie you up again after dinner.”
I was ungagged and I considered my options. Really, it was a no-brainer. My parents knew that I tied Angela and fed her while tied up the first time I tied her in her house, and I’ll never hear the end of it from my siblings and my friends if I tell Mom and Dad that I want to be untied while at the mercy of Angela. Better to eat free.
“Let me eat free. I promise you that you can tie me up when I finished dinner.”
Angela thanked me and untied me. It was good getting free. I planned to eat as slowly as possible as Angela had to go home soon. That plan was dashed when I learned that Angela was sleeping over. Donald had already gone home.
The dinner was pleasant. But it was spoiled by my foreboding of what lay in store for me at the end of it all. Andrew and Betty teased me, while Angela conducted herself before my parents like an angel. My parents knew that I was to be tied up at the end of dinner. My Dad teased me while Mom just shook her head.
I tried to volunteer to do the dishes to keep myself out of the ropes but my Dad said to take my medicine. Andrew and Betty would do the dishes and assist Mom in cleaning the kitchen. That left me free to be bound!
Angela told me to wash my face, brush my teeth, change to my pajamas, or otherwise get ready for bed.
I already knew where this was going, and I did as she asked. I tried to take my time, but Angela told me to hurry up.
It was about a quarter to nine when I arrived at my room. I could see miles of rope on the floor, and an assortment of handkerchiefs and tape. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure how they would be used.
“I’m so glad you’re finished,” she told me. “Now come here and give me your hands.”
I turned around and presented my hands behind me, but she told me to bring it around in front.
I did and she tied my hands in front of me. She looped it around my hands, then cinched it. She then tied a rope around my waist and tied it to my wrists bonds so my hands were pinned to my waist. I tested the ropes and I knew I wouldn’t get free soon.
“Now, open up like a good captive,” she said.
I did, and she inserted a wadded bandana. She taped my mouth using duct tape, using enough strips to cover the lower half of my face. She then instructed me to sit on the bed.
She took a long white rope and wound it around my ankles and my knees.
“Glad you two are having so much fun!”
Angela nearly jumped and turned around. It was Andrew, standing at the door, with Betty standing besides him.
“Jeez! You frightened me! You should’ve knocked,” Angela scolded.
“But the door is open! How can he knock?” Betty replied.
Angela became red. “Well, next time, don’t do it again! What are you two doing here anyway?”
“Just looking over my little brother, or in Betty’s case, her big brother. Go on, just keep on doing whatever you’re doing.”
“Well, just don’t gang up on me and tie me up!” she warned.
“Maybe some other time, but don’t worry, not tonight, I promise,” Andrew laughed. “Although if it were up to Betty here, you’d be tied up right now.”
“Thanks for the support, my best friend,” Angela said.
“Don’t mention it,” Betty replied.
Angela continued binding me. She laid me on the bed, leashed my feet to the bottom bed post, put a pillow on my head, and covered me with my blanket.
“You aren’t leaving him tied up all night, are you?” Betty asked.
“What do you think? He sleeps like a log, he can sleep while being tied up and gagged, and he’ll only wake up in the morning,” she replied with a wicked grin on her face.
I got worried. Was this her plan for me?
Angela took a sleeping mask (it was Betty’s) from my side table and covered my eyes with it. “Nighty night, little one,” she cackled. “Andy, Betty, we should leave him alone for his beauty sleep.”
I heard the lights being switched off, and the door being closed.
I was now alone. I tried to struggle, and get myself free, but the only effect it had was to throw my blankets off me. I was glad I wasn’t tickled. After a while, I simply gave up and rested. I was soon asleep.
***
I was soon awakened by someone removing the sleeping mask and light flooding my eyes. It took me awhile to adjust my eyes. I looked at the clock. It was ten o’clock. So it has been an hour. I looked around. I saw that it was Angela who removed the sleeping mask. I looked around. Andrew was sitting on the chair besides the bed, reading a book. He was wearing his pajamas and was ready to sleep. I noticed that someone had put the blanket back on me. Angela then untied the rope around my wrists, then went out.
I untied the rest of myself and removed my gag.
“You okay?” my brother asked after I was done.
“Yeah,” I merely said.
“Well, glad to hear that,” he said as he stood up, ready to leave.
“Wait,” I said. “Before you go, can you tell me how you captured the others?”
“Does it matter?” he asked. “We won anyway.”
“Well, I’m just curious.”
He sat back on the chair. “Well, if you want to know so badly, I’ll tell you. After David and I left the house after lunch, David remarked that it would be easier to win because Angela was already tied up. I thought about it and we decided to do it. We first went to Donald’s place. He was still doing chores, but we helped him, and as soon as we finished, I convinced him to come over. He of course gave that call, but it didn’t matter. Anyway, before we left, we suddenly grabbed and told him that we captured him. He was surprised but gave up. We tied his hands there, but we left him ungagged. We marched him towards here using the shortcut so nobody could see us. As soon as we were the near the house, we gagged him. I ran ahead to check on you and Frank. I saw Frank alone watching TV, so we went ahead. When we arrived, we simply grabbed Frank and tied him up, marched our cousin and Frank upstairs, and you know the rest.”
After that, Andrew went back to his room. It was obvious he had been watching me during my captivity while asleep. To that, I was grateful. And I myself went back to sleep.
And so ended a bizarre day where I was first the captor, then the captive. But then, considering the activities that we played, it wasn’t so bizarre at all. But it was memorable.
The next games happened when Angela decided she had enough of losing.
What happened? Well, read the next part and find out.