## A novel way to pass the time

Post by lasse672000 » Sun May 20, 2012 12:01 pm

I was, purely by chance, invited to stay the night, at a friend’s house. In hindsight, I probably was acting foolishly, when I accepted. You see, I only knew Andy through a mutual friend, who knew him through one of her friends, and so on.
Anyway; we hung out in his room for a couple of hours, reading and playing games on his computer, until I had originally planned to go home. But he insisted I’d stay for dinner, as his mother had prepared way too much food the two of them to eat by themselves. I agreed and called home, to tell them I’d be staying a bit longer.
When I came back, after having talked with my parents, Andy said: “Right! I think now is the right time to reveal our little ritual. Don´t you, mum? Who knows, maybe Lina wants to join in?”
She looked at me, shrugged and went away. When she came back, she was carrying an armful of rope. She put it on a nearby chair, turned to me, and, as Andy put his hands behind his back, and she started winding one piece of rope around his wrists, explained: “You see; we tie Andy´s hands together behind his back every night, and sometimes his knees too, before we eat dinner. We’ve forgotten how, or when, it all started, we just know he still likes it. Would you like to try?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never had my hands tied before. How is he, or I for that matter, supposed to eat?”
“One of us feed him, of course!”she said, with a smile, as if sensing she had me on the hook. “Well! What do you say? Do you, or don’t you, want me to tie your hands too?”
“Oh, what the hey!” I said with a lot more confidence in my voice, than I actually felt. I too put my hands behind my back, almost defiantly. “Please, go ahead. I can always get out of it, if I don’t like it, can’t I?”
She finished tying her sons’ hands and went over to me. As she fetched a second piece of rope from the chair, she told me I could. She told me to cross my wrists, and began tying them together. I wasn’t allowed to see what she was doing, but it must have been quite a long piece of rope, because I felt her winding it this way and that, before finally tying it off, using a sturdy knot. “Right!” she said. “Do you want me to tie your knees together too?”
I said I wanted her too, and she took a long piece of rope and wound it around and between my knees, tying it off in the middle. She tied he sons’ knees the same way, and then left us. I started yanking at the rope holding my wrists together, but it was useless. I wasn’t going to get out of it, unless someone helped me, which, at that moment, seemed pretty unlikely.
At that moment, his mother opened the door and told us dinner was ready. We made our way to the kitchen, me with a fair amount of difficulty, and sat down. It was then I got my second surprise of the evening. Apparently, the “rope ceremony” wasn’t quite finished yet, because more rope appeared from somewhere, and was used to tie our waists, and chests, to the chairs. Then we were fed by Andy’s mum and sister. I asked his sister, how come she wasn’t tied like her brother. She just snorted and told me, she wasn’t in to such “childish games”. I told her I was her age, and I didn’t find it the least bit childish. She looked at me, sighed, and told me I hadn’t seen nothing yet.
When everyone had finished eating, we were released from our chairs, but we still had our hands and knees tied together, and I was told to open my mouth. Balled up hankies were put inside, and scarves were tied around our heads to hold it in place. The rest of the night, we spent watching more TV, until it was time for us to go to bed. I was expecting to be released, and I was, but only long enough for me to take me shirt off and to put on a night gown borrowed from Andy’s sister. Then they were retied, this time in front of me. I was told to lie down on the bed, and put my bound hands above my head. They were tied to the top of the bed frame, before my knees were released, and my trousers taken off. I still had my socks on, and my ankles were tied together and then to the base of the bed. The gag was taken out of my mouth, and replaced with a blindfold, using the scarf I previously had had over my mouth. Needless to say, I spent rather an uncomfortable night, tied like that.
The next morning, my trousers were put back on by someone, before my blindfold was taken off, and I was allowed to put my shirt back on. As soon as I was finished, the blindfold went back on, and my hands were tied behind my back. I was tied to a chair in the kitchen, and fed breakfast, before being released, so I could go home.
When I told my parents what had happened, they wanted to call Andy’s parents and have a word with them. I told them not to, and said:”I actually liked being tied up, like that. Why don’t we invite them over, so they can demonstrate what it is, they’re doing? Then maybe you can do the same from now on?”
Reluctantly, they agreed, but they must have liked what they saw, because, now, they do it to me a very night. Sometimes, they even tie me up on Friday night, and don’t release me until it’s time to go to school Monday morning!
Whazzzz up!.