A story I found on a yahoo group that's been inactive (like most yahoo groups) for a long time.
I guess it was during the long hot summers of the 1970's that I first had a few "tying up games", with my kid sister Liz and her friend Alison from up the road. Quite how old we were at the time I cannot recall, but Alison was quite an attractive girl, although a bit plump (puppy fat I guess). She was a bit of a "tomboy", not afraid of any of the local youth - she certainly did not seem to indulge in purely girls games. She was also quite a flirt. Liz had many friends, some of whom I did not meet until much later in life when they would probably have outgrown games like these. Those that I had met at that time were often extremely attractive young girls, but sadly they rarely came round to our house - my sister usually went to their houses instead and I never got invited as I was usually more interested in soccer and other sports which these girls had very little interest in. Also, my idea of fun often involved getting soaking wet and or muddy, (usually due to bike races through the forest) or general mayhem & mischief which often resulted in minor injuries. How myself or my friends never managed to break arms or legs must be due to good luck. Anyway, back to the plot. For a long time I'd taken notice of "damsel in distress" type scenes in movies, especially at the local picture house on Saturday mornings, where there would often be some Tarzan sort of movie where the hero would rescue the heroine from some bizarre (and improbable as well as badly filmed) fate and deal with the villain as well. Inevitably these scenes got transferred to our back garden, the garden shed being a real treasure house of various lengths and thicknesses of rope amongst all the tools, and the garden also contained a couple of posts (great!) about 6 to 8 feet high. one being a stout wooden post, square, about 6 by 6 inches, and the other was metal, about 2 inches in diameter. The wooden post was out of sight of all overlooking windows, and the garden was fortunately out of sight of the kitchen window, the windows of the main rooms in the house overlooked the front garden, so anything was possible in the garden unless it was excessively noisy. The neighbours garden also had a couple of apple trees, although I don't think these got used to tie anyone to as the post was available, although sadly this was in such a position it was not possible to tie both girls to it at the same time, back to back.
The great thing about the summer days was that the girls would inevitably were shorts and T shirts, unless it was really warm when swimsuits were worn. Liz was fairly tall and slim, with very long and shapely legs, Alison was quite a bit shorter, a bit stockier, but in very good shape. (Years later she still is).
The first time I ever tied Liz up was for no reason other than she was a being a pain one afternoon, so I tied her with some old rope to the metal post. There was no finesse about this, and she certainly was not a willing partner, I just stood her against the post and crudely wrapped the rope around her and tied it off, but with a knot that could easily have come undone. I guess I must have only been about five or six years old at the time. Not being content with that I started to throw lumps of earth at her (it was pure bullying on my part - not something to be proud of). I certainly was not influenced at by damsel in distress type scenes in the movies for this escapade, although I was aware of those and took an interest in anything like that I saw on TV whether it was in some drama such as Dr Who or in a cartoon. (It wasn't until later that I went to the cinema on Saturdays and saw more DID scenes in the kids movies shown there.) Unfortunately I was seen bullying my sister and I certainly got some pain & grief for it - and justifiably so. It would be a few years later before I tied her up again, this next time she was a willing partner, and I got to be tied up as well.
This next occasion occurred one day during the summer break from school when I must have been about 11 or 12, a day when Alison was also present in the garden. Alison was impressed when I removed my shirt, although my chest at that time was remarkably small & bony compared to now, although I still have the flat stomach despite being just short of 40. The girls were just wearing T shirts and skirts at the time. The game started off with me challenging the girls that they couldn't escape if tied up. We only really had sufficient rope for tying up one person at time. Liz got tied up first, this was nothing special technique wise, again it was just a crude looping of the rope around the body, with the arms down at the sides, and it just got knotted wherever it ended. Of course it did not take much struggling to get out of. I tied the girls up one at a time, but when it was my turn to be tied it was a team effort on their part, although of course I was a very willing "victim". I got severely tickled by Alison the first time, with Liz soon joining in. I had no real interest in tickling my sister when she was tied, although myself & Alison did so - I was much more interested in tickling Alison when she was bound - something I did as much as possible. I would have been happy to carry on with this all day, but inevitably the girls wanted to play other games as well.
The next time I tied Liz up she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, but despite my youth I had already discovered my eldest brothers soft porn collection and was very familiar with the female anatomy and also some of the stories and articles in these magazines (even though I hadn't a clue what some of the words meant). Consequently I did not think it was correct to tie her up and tickle her all over dressed as she was, so I wrapped her in the blanket she'd been lying on before applying the ropes. Again it was arms down by her sides and legs tied together with just one length of rope looped around her. Because of the blanket she was not able to escape this time and I tickled her all over until she was almost hysterical with laughter. On this occasion she did not want to tie me up - probably as this game went on for some time and she eventually got bored with it. That was the last occasion Liz got tied up in the garden, which was a shame I thought, as the wooden post would have been ideal - I was very keen to tie her to it.
I did however tie her to a tree (with my kid brothers assistance) in the local park in an area off the beaten track behind a hedge. i only had a short length of rope with me, but this was sufficient to secure her hands behind the tree. There were large piles of fallen leaves all around which got piled up around her feet. Like most boys at the time I had a diverse collection of items in my pockets including a box of matches. Liz, however, recognised that my threat to burn her as a witch was something I'd never actually do, despite striking matches and holding them near the leaves. The fire did get lit, but only after untying Liz. We then had to run although I don't think there was much damage caused - certainly nothing in the local papers.
That is the end of any tying up games with my sister for the moment, but will continue with this later. Alison no longer features in these games - she developed physically much quicker than Liz despite them being the same age, and soon had her own boyfriends - boys bigger & older than myself whom I had no desire to fight with over who would be going out with her.
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