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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 1:17 pm

Originally Posted by: AUser
For one thing, Iâ€™m reluctant to tell this story, because itâ€™s just so wrong on so many levels. If this makes me a bad person, so be it, Iâ€™ve seen far worse on this board, by people who at least would consider themselves my betters.
This set of stories happens when my niece was 11-17, my age I will leave as indeterminate, other than to say Iâ€™m my sisterâ€™s oldest brother, which means that when she was her daughterâ€™s age, she often spent time tied up and gagged some place. I guess to my sister that made me a bad person, she only called me when she needed something, although thatâ€™s largely the way it is with her and anybody.
Elaine, my niece was about 5 feet tall, and probably weighed about 100 pounds at the time, sheâ€™s 5'3" and about 125 now, Elaine sort of grew up kind of early, and I got asked If Iâ€™d mind watching after her for a bit on a long weekend. This of course meant my niece was being ditched so my sister could go out and have a good time. As far as myself went I was looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend of tearing out some old cement block work in the back yard that needed to just be ripped out. When you work construction you know of places to dump stuff like that even if the dump is closed.
My sister ditched Elaine on a Friday night, and I fairly well gave her the run of the place, let her watch what she wanted on tv and listen to whatever she wanted on the radio, and even showed her some of the stuff I had for my computer a state of the art 286 machine after realizing I had nothing at all in common to talk about with 11-year-old girls. A boy Iâ€™d have had no trouble with, Iâ€™d put the maul hammer in his hands and let him go destroy some cement block. Sheâ€™d watch me kind of warily, like she wanted to ask me something but was afraid to.
I let it pass, I wasnâ€™t a perfect stranger to her, but given the natural paranoia due to the times we live in, it made sense; so I let it pass unless sheâ€™d look at me like I was a bomb waiting to go off or something, in which case I usually just stared back. It did give me an excuse to call for take out food though, and I told her while she was here the rest of the time, Iâ€™d mostly cook outside on the grill. It was something I wouldnâ€™t have done if I was alone. Thatâ€™s when the idea hits me, I donâ€™t even know what she likes to eat, so we end up almost making a midnight run to the grocery store. I learned something else that night too, old guys and 11 year olds have a lot in common as to what constitutes food. Except she doesnâ€™t drink beer, and I donâ€™t normally buy ice cream, but those were about the only things we didnâ€™t both like.
Getting more to the point, and yes, she does get tied up eventually; Saturday morning, I go do some work on tearing out that block work, which was easy enough to do, the moron who made the wall didnâ€™t have any kind of a footer, so the wall was just standing by its own imagination, and the hardest thing I had to do was get the pieces small enough for me to pick up and load in my truck. When I come in to wash my hands, sheâ€™s sitting in front of the computer watching it play some short animations on a disk Iâ€™d got with my 8mb video card. I said the machine was state of the art for its day. It was how she was sitting that I noticed, her hands were crossed behind the chair back, and her legs were together, if I didnâ€™t know better, and I really donâ€™t, I could almost swear she was pointing her toes. So I ask her, quietly, â€œElaine, are you OK?â€ She said sheâ€™s fine, quickly getting her hands one the keyboard and asks me if need my computer, I told her I didnâ€™t from the way sheâ€™d been sitting, it almost looked like, (wait for it, people) somebody had tied her up.
She said her Mom punished her by tying her to a chair as she was sitting, but that her Mom had also said not to mention to me nor allow me to tie her up, then asked, â€œWhy?â€
A sane, rational man concerned with his standing in the community in this life and his probable destination in the next, could probably have given Elaine 42 good reasons why the Hell not, and made any one of them stick. I chose to instead tell almost a bald-faced lie, â€œBecause your Mom never, ever got loose when I tied her up when she was your age.â€ It was almost a bald-faced lie because when my sister was 11 she was getting loose by herself about half of the time. The last time I remember my sister getting free from me tying her, she was 15, and I had her and two friends of hers tied up. It still took them over three hours to get loose. Iâ€™m probably going to Hell for this, but if not this, then something else Iâ€™ve done as well, so it doesnâ€™t really matter, but I realize I had Elaine trapped, I could tie her up and not catch any grief from anybody as long as I just tied her up. My expression must have changed, because Elaine asked, â€œYouâ€™re going to tie me up now, arenâ€™t you?â€
â€œYou know itâ€, I said.
Elaine turned back toward the computer, and put her hands back where she had them when I first walked in, and said, â€œYeah I guess you do have to have to tie me up after I told you about Mom, are you going to tell her I told you?â€
â€œNot if youâ€™re good about it, and donâ€™t tell on yourself,â€ I said, â€œLook, its going to be awhile before I get everything ready to tie you, so if you want to go to the bathroom or anything first, go ahead.â€ That was my second big lie of the day, I had an old bowling bag full of precut lengths of rope I used for special dates. It would take me all of 30 seconds to get it, while Elaine ran off to the bathroom. Elaine came back down dressed in a pink tank top, ratty cut off shorts, and a pair of those clear plastic shoes that were popular with girls her age at the time; instead of the pajamas she had been wearing. I decided I had to know more about what going on with my Sister and my niece, so I asked Elaine, â€œWhat happens when your Mom ties you?â€
â€œI get tied to the chair and put in the corner for one or two hours depending on what I did,â€ Elaine explained, â€œshe works nights, so she canâ€™t ground me, she says.â€
â€œThat seems reasonable to me,â€ I said, â€œSit in the chair and tell me what you did that Iâ€™m supposed to tie you up for.â€
â€œFor telling you what she said not to, and whatever I did that she didnâ€™t want to be with me this weekend.â€ Elaine said, sitting as she was before, â€œIf I promise to be good, will I please not be tied up too tight?â€
â€œThat she canâ€™t stay with her kid instead of being off doing God knows what, with God knows who, is her problem with her, not her problem with you.â€ I said, turning the chair with her in it, to look at me, â€œAs for telling me you get tied up, that isnâ€™t such a bad thing, maybe you should have told somebody a long time ago.â€
â€œIt doesnâ€™t happen all the time though, sheâ€™s only done this three or four times maybe, donâ€™t get her in trouble over something I did.â€ Elaine was almost at the point of crying, and anything Iâ€™d say would only make things worse. Iâ€™d already become the other bad guy in this story when I picked up the bowling bag instead of the phone to call social services. So I left it up to Elaine to decide what happened next, â€œLook, I want to go get cleaned up some first,â€ I said, â€œand if you still feel like being tied up when I come back down, you can tell more about how your Mom ties you and all, OK?â€ So I left her alone, got myself cleaned up and clothes changed, and mostly hoped sheâ€™d have forgotten this need of hers to be punished. Part of me still wanted to tie her, but I wasnâ€™t about to if she didnâ€™t really want me to.
When I got back downstairs, sheâ€™d been playing the computer for a little while but stopped when she heard me coming, she put her hands behind the chair as she had them before. â€œIs this how you used to tie my Mom so she never got loose?â€ Elaine asked, â€œI canâ€™t, unless I say Iâ€™m going to be good for as long as she wants me tied, then I can usually get myself out.â€
â€œThat and a few others,â€ I explained to her, â€œI had her tied to several different poles on different times, hogtied her several times, I even had tied down her bed twice.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s hogtied like?â€ She asked, â€œI never heard of that.â€
â€œInstead of sitting in a chair, you lie on your belly, youâ€™re tied up like your sitting now, but your feet get tied toward your hands.â€ I helped her out of the chair, and onto her belly on the shag carpet to demonstrate to her how sheâ€™d be tied.
â€œThat seems like itâ€™d be easier on my butt at least,â€ she said, â€œyou must really have tied Mom up tight if she couldnâ€™t get out of this one though.â€
â€œYour Mom ties up tight unless you promise to be good, though.â€ I told her, â€œThereâ€™s a reason why we do things.â€
Elaine looked at me, lost in though for minute, â€œSo if you tie me up like this, youâ€™d tie me like Mom, so I wouldnâ€™t get loose, then?â€ She asked finally.
â€œTen dollars if you do,â€ I said, knowing ten dollars to a girl her age was a small fortune.
â€œI know this isnâ€™t going to be easy then,â€ she said, â€œbut you can tie me up, how long do I get to try for?â€
â€œTry getting loose?â€ I asked and she nodded. â€œAs long as you want to,â€ I said, â€œIâ€™m not going to gag you or anything so you can give up if youâ€™ve had enough.â€ I did want to test something first, I took her elbows in each of my hands, and said, â€œlet me know when it hurts,â€ she nodded again, and I gradually brought them together behind her, until they touched. â€œDoesnâ€™t that hurt?â€ I asked, she said that it didnâ€™t, with no strain in her voice at all, and I told she was the first woman Iâ€™d ever met that could stand to have her elbows like that. She told me I was the first grown up to call her a woman.
I got a length of rope and tied her elbows together where they were, letting her elbows spread apart a little for a cinch and some knots in between, then tied a rope to that and ran it up under her arms, around behind her neck, knotted it there and then dropped the ends back down to her elbows where I knotted that off. I asked her if any of that was too tight, she said it was better than having her elbows squeezed together. I tied her wrist together palm to palm securely but not that terribly tight, she wasnâ€™t going to get out of the way her elbows were tied; all I had to make sure of was that I left ends long enough to reach from her wrists up to her elbows where everything was already tied. I unbent he legs so I could start tying her knees, when she said, â€this isnâ€™t as mean as when Mom ties me up, but I donâ€™t know how Iâ€™m supposed to untie all that you did with my arms. If Iâ€™m good, I know I wonâ€™t get the money, but can you leave my legs not bent up and just tie me lying down like this?â€
I didnâ€™t see where it would be much fun for her just lying there like she was being punished, So I told her to just wait and got her a pillow and a top sheet for her to lie on, came back and put the remote for the tv in her hands, and told her sheâ€™d have to figure out a way to work it with her hands tied behind her. I tied her legs like Iâ€™d planned on doing; she rolled from her belly to her side a little, trying to fix the pillow with just her head and body, after a bit of really just feeling the ropes, not, at least, trying to make a visible effort at getting loose, she asked, â€œWhat happens to me if I take my shoes off?â€
I told her, â€œYou better hope your feet arenâ€™t ticklish.â€ Just saying the words had a visible effect on her.
â€œThatâ€™s ok, â€œ She said, putting her feet flat to the ground, â€œI donâ€™t need them off.â€ I moved toward her, and she begged me, â€œI said Iâ€™d be good, please no, Iâ€™ll wet myself if you do, if you donâ€™t, you can keep me tied up as long as you want. I can even ask Mom to let you watch me from now on.â€
Iâ€™m probably also going to Hell for not asking why she had such issues with being tickled, but I didnâ€™t, I just backed off and said, â€œYouâ€™re safe this time.â€
She used the position she was in to help her slide her shoes off, and I reached into my bag for some lengths of yarn, I came toward her with it, and she yelled at me, â€œYOU PROMISED!â€
â€œIâ€™m not going to tickle your feet,â€ I reassured her, â€œIâ€™m only going to tie them better, now that youâ€™re barefoot.â€
â€œOh, Iâ€™m sorry I yelled at you,â€ she apologized, â€œWhat happens to them now?â€
â€œJust tie up your big toes and your insteps,â€ I said, as she offered her feet to me to be tied even more. I made sure that every placement of yarn on her feet at least tickled a little, and had her constantly giggling the whole time, she never seriously asked me to stop tying them, and even swung them around in front of her to get a better look at what I did. Iâ€™d tied and cinched her big toes, then her insteps and run some yarn from her big toes to her insteps, then to her ankles, she wasnâ€™t going to be able to even free her toes without help.
â€œWhy didnâ€™t you tie my fingers up like my toes?â€ She asked, â€œit would have been easy for you to do.â€
I explained, â€œYeah, but then Iâ€™d have to change the channel for you and everything, besides you said youâ€™d be good, so what would the point be?â€
She played with the remote randomly at first until she could remember which button felt in the right place for her, even then she still surfed channel by channel for a while, until she found something she liked. She let me leave her for a good hour and a half before she started complaining about her shoulders hurting, so I slowly untied her, starting at her feet, which I made sure tickled as much untying her as the yarn did when it went on, then her elbows and hands, leaving her to untie her own knees.
â€œI donâ€™t understand why Mom doesnâ€™t want you tying me up,â€ she said, â€that was really fun.â€
â€œI had a good time watching you like that, too,â€ I said, â€œbut if she uses it as punishment and you like it, then she isnâ€™t punishing you.â€
My explanation seemed plausible to her, and out of nowhere gave me a hug across my chest, she asked if she could go get cleaned up from lying on the floor earlier and I said surely, and she shot off up the stairs with the boundless energy children have.

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 1:20 pm

Originally Posted by: AUser
The next time my niece, Elaine came to my house, Elaine told my sister was because of my computer and that we went shopping together after midnight. My sister was just glad to have somebody she could drop her kid off with on next to no notice for free that she probably wouldnâ€™t have cared if we played tie up or not. After her mom left, Elaine asked me if I still had all my ropes and everything, and I replied that I did, but would she at least like to get her things settled out first. She went up into my spare bedroom and set about unpacking her things, and I suggested that if she or her mother intended on having me sit with Elaine on a regular basis, she might want to bring some things she could just leave here. The room would become Elaineâ€™s room for the next five years when she came to visit.
This day she was dressed almost ladylikely, a white buttoned blouse, jeans skirt and light pantyhose, and tennis shoes, she slipped off her shoes, and said, â€You canâ€™t tie my toes up now, youâ€™ll ruin my nylons.â€
I told Elaine that might be true, but her toes really werenâ€™t going to help her get untied, and I could still tie between her feet. I asked why she was so eager to get tied up, and she said it was fun trying to figure out the remote, but that tied with her elbows back really started to hurt her shoulders when she asked to be untied, so she was giving me time to think on how to tie her without tying them if I could, because she wanted to see how long she could stay tied up without being let go, if she couldnâ€™t get free.
Having dated mostly women who couldnâ€™t get their elbows any where near close together without complaints of, â€œYouâ€™re hurting me,â€ I knew several good ways to tie not involving tying the elbows. I informed Elaine, however, â€œThat means your hands probably have to get tied more tightly.â€
She thought for a moment, and said, â€œOk, just try not to hurt me.â€
I told her I would never deliberately hurt her, and if it started to hurt all she had to do was say something, and Iâ€™d stop, no questions asked.
â€œEven if I havenâ€™t been tied for an hour?â€ she asked.
â€œEven if you havenâ€™t been tied up 35 seconds,â€ I replied.
â€œDo you know how youâ€™re going to tie me,â€ she asked, â€œor do you need more time?â€
I told her that she might want to wear more comfortable clothes if she really wanted to see how long she could stand being tied up for.
She explained she wanted to look nice, but maybe I was right, and said to let her know when I was ready, I told her whenever she was.
She came downstairs after awhile dressed in her pajamas, and carrying a plush toy animal and pillow, and dragging a sheet behind her. She said sheâ€˜d probably fall asleep if her hands didnâ€™t first, and that I could go ahead and tie her toes, as long as it wouldnâ€™t be any tighter or tickle worse than the last time. She put her hands behind her back and said, â€œRemember, just not my elbows.â€
I asked whether she was going to be good or try getting loose, and she asked if that meant whether her fingers got tied like her toes did. I told her it would, and that sheâ€™d be hogtied as well. She thought for a brief moment and asked, â€œIf Iâ€™m good I get the remote?â€
I told her she would, â€œSo no fingers then, too?â€ I replied it wouldnâ€™t make much sense to put the remote and have her completely unable to use it. She said sheâ€™d be good and spread the sheet out on the carpet. I had her stand with her back to me tied her hands behind her palm to palm as I had the last time, but left the ends long to secure them to her waist and put the final knot in a front. I tied her wrists again with a second rope, with long ends, this time passing the ends up under her arms and knotting it at the back of her neck. I told her this way she couldnâ€™t move them up or downwards any, and she wouldnâ€™t move them side to side much. She said she knew how I could make it better, but sheâ€™d better not say. I wondered if she was thinking of being tied in a more adult manner, but again said nothing and let her have fun with what she had. I tied here legs at the knees and ankles and had her lie down on the blanket. She drew in a deep breath and tensed waiting for me to touch her feet to tie her insteps and big toes, but I waited for her to relax a little before starting.
As the last time I bound and cinched her feet, making sure that threading the loops around and between her feet tickled her. She squealed, and tried pulling away once, but that only made it worse for her, because I had to touch her feet more to pull them back, and I told her, â€œItâ€™s like your elbows, if you donâ€™t want them tied, you just have say so.â€
In the same cryptic tone of voice she used about making my tie up better, she said, â€œItâ€™s ok, I sort of like having them tied like that.â€
I put the pillow under her head, the remote in her hands, and her stuffed animal beneath one shoulder and told her that she could stay like that as long as she wanted
. She did roll from one side to the other, sat up a few times with her back against the sofa, even had me help her hop out to the kitchen to see what I had for her to drink once, and then back again. I offered to hold the glass for her but she said if I had a straw sheâ€™d rather try to drink for herself, and sat at the table drinking iced tea though a straw her hands and feet still tied, she asked if she could sit up on the sofa instead of lying on the floor the whole time, and I let her. Somewhere around two and a half hours after first being she asked me please untie her so she could go to the bathroom. As I promised I untied her as quickly as I could. Starting with her feet first, she begged not to make it tickle because she really had to pee and really couldnâ€™t hold it anymore. So I just untied them with as minimal amount of touching as possible, undid her hands and let her do whatever she had to do.
The rest of the weekend we just hung out for the most part, she helped me with my grocery shopping, and I pointed out that there was a park at the bottom of the hill, and while there werenâ€™t many, there were a few children her own age in the neighborhood, I let her play there while I watched fare enough away, but close enough to intervene if I had to. In other words other than tying her up the first night she showed up it was a fairly normal weekend.
Before it was time for her to go back home, she told me the next time I tied her, she might want to try getting loose, as long I wasnâ€™t too mean about it.

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 1:21 pm

Originally Posted by: AUser
I did say I had more times I tied my niece up.
When I saw her next, she brought enough stuff with her that she appeared to be moving in. My sister said that was only about of a third of the stuff she had, and were mostly things Elaine never bothered with any more. I said it was OK, and Elaine would always be welcome at my house. Elaine had dressed comfortably and warmly in baggy sweats. Sheâ€™d brought two suitcases and a duffel bag with her. I took her heaviest two items and carried them upstairs. The room was still as empty as she left it but I told her, â€œYou put your stuff away when you go back, and take what you want back with you. If you leave a mess, you know what to expect the next time you come.â€
â€œI guess youâ€™d tie me up so it isnâ€™t fun,â€ she said, â€œfrom that time you got my elbows behind me, I guess it wouldnâ€™t be that hard.â€
â€œNo, it wouldnâ€™t,â€ I said, â€œand it wouldnâ€™t be from trying to hurt you with the ropes. Are you still ticklish?â€
â€œThatâ€™s bad enough from how you tie my toes now,â€ Elaine said, cringing, â€œall tied up you could probably kill me that way. Just let me know what I do wrong before I get punished so I know not to do it again.â€
â€œIf you wouldnâ€™t do it at home or at a friendâ€™s home, donâ€™t do it in my house,â€ I explained, â€œThatâ€™s the only rule Iâ€™ve really got.â€
â€œDo you want to get the tying me up this week over with now, or can I unpack and all first, and if you donâ€™t like it, tell me?â€ she asked.
â€œHowever you want to do it,â€ I said. â€œI donâ€™t care how you have the room while youâ€™re here, itâ€™s how you leave it that determines what happens to you next time.â€
â€œOh,â€ she said, then asked, â€œwhat would a princess wear to bed?â€
â€œWhatever she wanted I imagine, depends on whatever prince she was married to liked.â€ I said, thinking of Princess Grace of Monaco and Diana of England. â€œYou could write one and see if they answered you.â€ It would be a few years before America would have a president who could claim to use The Google to access the internets.
â€œWhat if she wasnâ€™t old enough to be married?â€ Elaine asked.
â€œI see them dressed in everyday clothes unless itâ€™s a ceremony,â€ I reasoned, â€so I guess itâ€™s whatever they feel like at bed time, too.â€
â€œThanks,â€ she said, not bothering explaining her question, and me probably not understanding the full intent of it. I let her put stuff where she wanted to. She asked about why I still kept it as a bedroom. I said it was easier than throwing stuff out. I let her get herself sorted out and told here to tell me when she was ready to get tied up. I went down stairs waiting for her to come down dressed as God only knew what, after the conversation I had with her about princesses, only to hear her calling me back upstairs. She claimed to be tired, asked for no elbows and no tickling, like she did the last time I tied her. She was wearing a tank top, but had the sheet laying across her from just below her waist toward just above her knees. She said she probably shouldnâ€™t tell me but she was only wearing her underwear, besides the tank, and knew I shouldnâ€™t see her like that. She said she could roll on her side so I could tie her belly like I did, and then I could tuck her in up and do what I had to tie her legs, and even tie her feet down to the bed, then tuck her legs in and put the blanket over her. She said she promised not to try getting loose, and I could leave her like that, if I wanted to. I tied her wrists so her hands were together palms touching, and tied and cinched them but this time also tied her fingers together using the yarn I usually used to tie her big toes with, only longer lengths. First I tied and cinched the fingers on her right hand to the ones on the left and then set about tying each set of fingers the one next it, until I had her four fingers all tied together and her thumbs to each other. I had her roll to her side and brought the ends from her wrists to the front of her, tickling lightly the side she was lying on as I pulled the rope under her. She watched as I knotted the rope in front of her, then I rolled her onto her belly again, and again tied her legs in the manner she was now acquainted with including having her feet tickled in the process of being tied, except for having her feet tied down to the foot rail of the bed.
I got her sheet and blanket and tucked er in, and to look at her, youâ€™d never know sheâ€™d been helplessly tied up, if you didnâ€™t know. Before I left her, I said I was leaving her door open so she could call me for help, and if she needed to be untied immediately to yell Hat. She just nodded and lay in bed with her eyes closed and I figured I should just be in the next room to listen if she needed me. She wasnâ€™t going to untie herself and she couldnâ€™t fall out of bed, wasnâ€™t gagged so choking wasnâ€™t a hazard, I was going to be closer to her than I ever was when I had her Mom tied up at the same age, so I thought we were fairly safe.
We were, somewhere about three hours later she asks to please be untied, and itâ€™s not an emergency. Just that it was dark now, and she didnâ€™t want to be tied up alone in the dark. It sounded reasonable to me and I let her go with the usual amount of tickling and taking my time to undo her. The rest of the weekend went fairly normal as weekends went for us, and she left the room tidy enough for me before she left. We didnâ€™t talk about her being tied up any the next time, besides me saying she wasnâ€™t going to be punished by me for anything

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 1:22 pm

Originally Posted by: AUser
The next time Elaine came over, she said she wanted to ask me if she could have a friend come with her and stay overnight too, that sometimes my sister went out with this girlâ€™s folks. I said Iâ€™d have to meet the girl and her parents first, and I was sure theyâ€™d want to meet me in any event. Elaine, whose hair was growing long and straight now said, I might want to meet Kim, but said, I might not like her folks. I said set up the meeting anyway. I met all kinds working construction. I also mentioned to her that one of my friends was a single dad, with a son about her own age, and that Iâ€™d been neglecting my friends since I started having to sit with her, but that it was fine, since we were a bunch of weekend alcoholics anyway, and that having her around was keeping me out caught up on my chores and out of trouble anyway. I figured since sheâ€™d brought all this up, that it was the end of her being tied up, and after having her tied in just her underwear, the last time, I wasnâ€™t too sure tying her again would ever be exactly right. She then asked me a question I still donâ€™t have a good answer for, â€œWhy is it ok for girls to run around in bikinis that donâ€™t cover as much as their underwear does, but not ok to be seen in their underwear?â€ I told her I didnâ€™t have a good answer but it was a good rule anyway, some things you just donâ€™t do for any reason. She asked me if I ever tied her mother up in a bikini, and I said only about a dozen times. Elaine then asked if I tied her mother up once a week, like sheâ€™d been getting. I explained the difference between my sister and her was that my sister hardly ever asked to be tied, where as with Elaine it was practically the first thing she wanted to do when she got here. Elaine shrugged, and said she wanted to just get it out of the way, and the last time sheâ€™d been awake almost all night the night before, and only wanted a nap, and getting her being tied up out of the way. She asked if her mother got tied up and put to bed, and I said quite a few times. She mentioned that my bag had all sorts of rope already cut up in it, and asked whom I tied up besides her. I said girlfriends. She thought on that for a minute, and then said sheâ€™d brought a bikini, but it was too cold to wear it, and asked me if there was anything I wanted to tie her up in instead. I told her this isnâ€™t about me, I only tied her up because she asked me too, and all she had to do was tell me not to tie her, like her mother said. She said she liked being tied up, at least for a while, but sheâ€™d get tired of just lying or sitting still, and sometimes it started to hurt. I told her that sometimes I gave her mother a small chance of getting loose, like I said previously at 11, Marie, my sister, was getting loose about half the time, I only failed once to get out of any her tie ups, but I didnâ€™t tell Elaine that. Elaine said, â€œLike that time you tied her and her friends up and it took them all night to get each other loose?â€
My memory of that event was it took them three hours, and I was ready and expecting a revenge attack, but they were so tired and stiff, it never materialized. Just to make sure revenge would never enter the future, the next time they were all at the house and I was left in charge, all three girls were tied to different table legs of the same table, so they could not possibly help each other, and they gave up as soon as I let them. I asked Elaine about her motherâ€™s memory of that event, and it was that they were tied up all night, until finally one of them could untie another, and when they all finally got loose I busted into the room and tied them all back up again. I had no idea what my sister was taking as far as recreational drugs went, but at that moment, I wanted whatever it was. You have to admit that her version sounds a lot better than mine. I let Elaine believe her motherâ€™s story, and Lana, if youâ€™re reading this; Iâ€™m sorry about the lies we told you about the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and God. There are also some really good ones about Christopher Columbus, but you know those, in fact, you told me. Iâ€™m not one for contradicting a childâ€™s parents, unless the parents are in the room.
Elaine said I could still tie her, but she wasnâ€™t sure how she wanted to play. She said she knew she wanted to be good, and that she wasnâ€™t even going to try to get loose anymore. I told her to just take her shoes and socks off, and Iâ€™d tie her exactly in what she was wearing, and she said, sheâ€™d been in those clothes all day and wanted to wear something else at least. She was wearing a pullover top and jeans, I believe, and after changing, came back down in a different pullover and gym shorts.
I tied her like the time I had the second time, hands behind, to a loop around her waist; then arms to her body, two turns above and below her breasts, cinched between arms and body; legs together with rope at her knees, ankles and insteps with rope, and big toes together with yarn, then toes looped to insteps, insteps to ankles, ankles, to knees, knees up the back to her wrists, wrists to body ropes, and of course made it tickle as badly as I could get away with it while tying her.
Once I was done, and sheâ€™s sat quietly for at least an hour, I could see she was getting bored, I had plenty of rope yet, and I told her if she wanted to, she could pretend the bad guys just left her tied up like that, and if she wanted to, she could try to hop to get a knife or try to get to a phone to call for help. She said if the bad guys just left her, she could start screaming. I said they wouldnâ€™t leave you that long without gagging you, so itâ€™s not like they completely left, theyâ€™re outside smoking a cigar or something.
â€œSo, I only have 10 minutes to get out from this, or I have to be gagged?â€ She asked. â€œWouldnâ€™t they tie me to like a table leg though so I couldnâ€™t, like how you tied Mom and them?â€
â€œI never said these guys were smart as me. Besides that, youâ€™re an eleven-year-old girl, with almost completely tied up feet.â€ I said, â€œWhat hopes do you have of doing this anyway?â€
â€œIâ€™m almost twelve,â€ she said, â€œbut my feet are tied up. What happens to me if I canâ€™t get loose?â€
â€œWhat do you think should happen?â€ I asked back.
â€œI guess theyâ€™d tie me so I couldnâ€™t even move.â€ She said, â€œNot that I really can now. If they didnâ€™t hear me, I donâ€™t think theyâ€™d gag me, and they wouldnâ€™t be that ignorant, theyâ€™d tickle a girl when sheâ€™s all tied up.â€
â€œThey might. They were ignorant enough to tie her all up to start with.â€ I said.
â€œItâ€™s only ignorant when she says not to, and you do,â€ Elaine said, â€œbut Iâ€™ll just sit like this then until help comes.â€
I asked her if that meant she wanted to be untied, and she said yes, please, she was always extra polite when she was tied up, and I figured this was the end of playing tie ups with Elaine.

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Post by Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 1:23 pm

Originally Posted by: AUser
That was to be far from the last time Elaine would be tied up, though. The next day after we did my grocery shopping, I took her to my favorite camping supplies store, realizing her being almost twelve meant an up coming birthday, I got her a winter weight sleeping bag, and a lightweight tent, Marie may have been handing Elaine off to me on weekends, but I wasnâ€™t going to miss hunting seasons for anybody. Granted, the gifts I was giving her were more suited for a nephew than a twelve-year-old girl, but they at least showed some thought, and if I was going to have anything to do with her upbringing, something we could do together. I made a phone call and got a place for us to try out her new things, and she argued it wasnâ€™t her birthday yet, and I said we want to be sure they keep you warm before we actually go anywhere you wonâ€™t be. My friend Walt had a home that bordered the buffer land for the county landfill. It was where I chose to leave my rifles, my .22 Ruger, and an eight-mm Mauser that Walt and I had restored and realigned the sights on, as well as my twelve gauge Mossburg and .410 shotguns. I kept my pistols at the house, where they generally stayed. Walt had a range set up at the far end of his ground, and had a fire pit, with flat ground we could set the tents up nearby. Walt said it was fine to bring Elaine by and heâ€™d been wondering what happened to me. I told Elaine weâ€™d have to go home first so she could get her winter underwear if she wasnâ€™t wearing any, and she tells me she doesnâ€™t have any, either with her or at her own place.
I make two more phone calls, one to my girlfriend Judy, who was a paramedic, and apparently on duty, the other to a younger couple I knew Mallory and Steve, I explained to Steve I needed to borrow Mallory to shop for girlâ€™s clothes, then I had to explain some more that they werenâ€™t for me. Steve had a band, they had to play that night, but they had time, and also wanted to meet whoever was more important in my life than them. Mallory runs us to three or four different places, because being from Tennessee, she knew things Elaine would need for herself if we went camping, and Iâ€™d forget to bring extra, and we wound up back at the first store I was at. Mallory took an up and down each aisle method, determined, it seemed, to take a liberal approach toward my money spent on Elaine. Elaine gets to the cordage aisle and picked up this package of bright baby blue, almost electric parachute cord, and says â€œI bet this would look really pretty with me tied up in it.â€ Steve just looked at me, I looked back and said â€œYes, itâ€™s genetic.â€ Mallory said it was Ok that I was all the time trying to get her tied up, and actually succeeded a few times. I said I remember three, Steve said four, Mallory thought it was more like at least five. I told them Iâ€™d bring Elaine up to the war gaming group, when it was closer to her birthday, at least there were people there closer to her own age than mine.
Yes, I admit playing Advanced Dungeons and Dragons, Traveller and Top Secret. When T. S. R. stood for Tactical Studies Rules, and G. D. W. was Games Designerâ€™s Workshop, and the d20 system had yet to be invented by a company that didnâ€™t even exist yet, and Hasbro made childrenâ€™s games.
Iâ€™d tried calling my sister from each place we stopped but got no answer, so I headed to Waltâ€™s after I picked up my tent and sleeping bag, and a change of clothes for Elaine from my place. Walt had a twelve-year-old son named Ben who was at the end of the driveway to greet us when we arrived. I tossed him one of the few items I didnâ€™t get for Elaine that day, a brick of bullets for the Ruger. Walt and I set the range up, and let Ben teach Elaine what he knew about gun safety, and for fun we set up an old plastic soda bottle full of water for Elaine to shoot at. Itâ€™s a trick kind of, because if you hit it with any kind of bullet it looks like you shot it with a bazooka. I was convinced Elaine was going to get alone fine with the camping group, if I could convince Mallory to drag Steve, or if Holly, a neighbor of Waltâ€™s came, Holly though, was only along for how actually uncivilized and debauched all of us seemed to get once we were done with the firearms and any other physical activities we did while camping, for the day.
Elaineâ€™s tent, unlike mine, was a joy to set up, and only needed the stakes to keep it from blowing away in a medium wind. This let Elaine and me in effect have two good sites so weâ€™d both get warmed by the fire pit, instead of me setting up further away. I decided Iâ€™d clearly have to consider the next size up from that model for myself and Judy. Elaine was pleased with herself for setting it up with just minimal help from the men, I told her to set her gear up in there too, if we went out, it couldnâ€™t stay in the truck, and sheâ€™d need to store it where the woodland creatures wouldnâ€™t get into it. She carried everything in, and arranged things how she wanted, which didnâ€™t matter now because sheâ€™d be the only one in there, and invited us in to see her room, and her bright blue cord right sat on top of her tallest stack.
Before it got dark, I finally got through to my sister and asked if it was Ok if Elaine stayed another night, Iâ€™d got her some things for her birthday, and she wanted to try them. Marie said, â€œGo for it.â€ Then she said it was fine anytime I wanted to keep Elaine over. I let Elaine talk to her mother, I actually had to get Marie to hold on so she could talk to Elaine, and I got the impression from Elaineâ€™s end of that conversation, Iâ€™d be having her stay over more often. Like I said, I didnâ€™t really mind though. Walt sent the kids off to search for dead fall timber to start a fire with, and we pool money for beer and meats to roast on a fire. I decided to included green salad, too, because Elaine and I had been consuming way too much junk.
I go to the grocery store, and return, no anybody, but the fires going. Walt was trying to play ambush again, I figure, so I make a check of the house and the tents. Across the front of Elaineâ€™s tent I see a length of fishing line rigged like itâ€™s supposed to be a trip wire, so after looking for more traps I see a note that says, â€œWe have your niece.â€ Walt was in special operations, I was an engineering officer, I claimed during one of our many drunken discussions, that only stupid troops got ambushed. The first and most obvious place to hide Elaine was down a revetment that ran the length of the far side of Waltâ€™s land all the way back to the landfill. Hearing movement though from the other side of the drive way, I picked up a long stick, started down toward the revetment and hollered, â€œKeep her, you fool! If she was dumb enough to get caught, my guys donâ€™t want her back.â€ I dropped prone waited until I saw feet and lobbed the stick across the pretended trip wire. â€œKa Pie Yi,â€ I yelled and Walt said â€œI thought we had you.â€ I told him he should have just assassinated me while I was getting out the truck, as I had so every other time he tried proving me wrong. So we call for the kids to come up out of the ditch, and it takes them awhile, but they come walking up, and not only is Elaine wearing her cord where Iâ€™d normally tie it, but she has it crossing the front of her chest, and from around her hands to the rope around her waist in front, coming up though her legs. A fair amount of dark duct tape was covering Elaineâ€™s mouth and entire lower face.
â€œSheâ€™s not Holly, Dammit,â€ I yelled, â€œWhoeverâ€™s idea of a joke this is, it isnâ€™t a funny one.â€ Walt shrugged to me, so it was clear he didnâ€™t know.
â€œMnfâ€ I hear Elaine mumble into the tape, and Ben said, â€œSheâ€™s trying to say it was her idea, she said it was a little different from how you tied her. It took us so long to get to the house because I had to half push, half carry her out of the ditch. Iâ€™m sorry if I got us in trouble.â€
â€œYouâ€™re not the one in trouble I donâ€™t think you know any better, sheâ€™s the one whoâ€™s supposed to,â€ I said, â€œSince this was her idea, and you carried it out, Iâ€™m putting you in charge of her, you can take the tape off her mouth to feed her, but you have to decide how long she stays tied, and if itâ€™s not long enough Iâ€™ll tie her.â€ Elaine cringed. â€œNext time, get permission.â€
â€œWhat if itâ€™s too long or she needs to go?â€ Ben asked.
â€œIf you keep her tied up a little too long, thatâ€™s not that bad, If itâ€™s way too long, Iâ€™ll untie her first. Other needs Iâ€™ll worry about if they happen.â€ I explained to Walt, â€œIf she wants to act like a one year old, and heâ€™s responsible for helping her act like that, then he should be responsible for caring for her like that.â€
â€œRight now, it looks like they definitely donâ€™t want to give you back the responsibility.â€ Walt said.
â€œDonâ€™t put the fear of God in them when you can put the fear of you in them.â€ I said. â€œA wise man once told me that.â€
Granted, Elaine was wearing her winter coat and knitted gloves and jeans over her new thermal underwear, so I donâ€™t think she even felt the cords on her body, but still, I didnâ€™t like the idea of her being tied like that in a game, unless it was with a boyfriend, and while I liked Ben, twelve is too young for girls to date.
Ben tried being helpful and attentive to Elaine through dinner, it was clearly his first time feeding anyone, and the first time Elaine had been fed since she was a baby. Needless to say, they made a mess out of her face, and she had to be cleaned up afterward, and Ben asked me if had to tape her mouth again or if she could please not be taped. He was sincere about it, I was convinced it was his own idea and not hers, so I said to wipe her off at the kitchen sink. Walt and I cleaned up the area outside, and as I was going in to check on their progress, Ben came out with Elaine. Elaine said she felt o sleepy all of a sudden, and between the coolness of the day, the exercise sheâ€™d got today, and having warmth in her belly and from the house, it was going to. I had Ben untie her, and we let her go in her tent to lie down.
I donâ€™t think anybody cares about what two old guys started half drunken ranting about after the kids called it a night, and donâ€™t remember in any event. Next morning Elaine and I broke camp and went back to my place. Elaine said, before Marie came later that day to reclaim her daughter, that it was fun, and weâ€™d have to do that again.