## The Next Chapter Part 2: Amy

Post by jennifer » Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:34 am

Well everyone thanks for reading the first part of this story. I know that the action is building kind of slow for this grouping, but I want to use this set of stories to kind of bridge the gap further between my younger and teenage years. I am giving out some of the details of my life growing up so that they won't seem so unexplained out of context. Please bear with me. If you haven't already I would recommend that you do. Otherwise this one won't make that much sense. I guess the title kind of gives the surprise away, but this is a one of the chaotic episodes that I had involving being tied up. Read on.
I opened the bathroom door slowly not quite sure what to expect on the other side. I was a little nervous about entering because my hands were cuffed in front of me and my ankles were linked by a chain a little over 7 or 8 inches across. Not exactly the best position if I had to defend myself or run away from someone. I had debated returning to my room to retrieve the key, but I was already in the bathroom now and it was empty. It was completely empty of anyone or anything. I gave it a quick look around and decided that my early suspicions about Amy locking the door as a practical joke or it happening by accident had to be the correct conclusion. I shook off the feeling of dread I originally had opening the door in the first place. With one final glance around the room I approached the sink and set the cold water to running. Then I dug my tooth brush and tooth paste out of the cupboard and applied them to their intended task.
The whole process of brushing my teeth required several minutes. I usually did a thorough job and the fact that I was wearing hand cuffs made it a little bit more complicated. I took my time and moved my hands together in unison being careful to watch my balance with my ankles connected to each other. I let my mind wander as I worked on the task at hand. I had the whole house to myself until the mid afternoon at the earliest. Most likely it would be evening before anyone returned home. Scott usually put in a long day on Saturdays and then headed out hang out with some of his friends afterwards. My father worked late and my mother would not likely be home before evening either. It was over a two hour drive down to my aunts and she usually stayed for a good while. Sometimes she would even spend the night and come back the next morning. I usually got a phone call in the early afternoon if that was the case. Either way I was more than old enough to take care of myself. I was contemplating staying as I was or the idea of switching my hands to behind my back and passing the chain through the tie belt on my robe to keep them their. If I did that it would be a lot harder to move around, and it would be more dangerous being alone than if I left my hands in the front. What is a girl to do in this situation?
As I turned off the water and replaced the tooth brush and tooth paste to their location in the medicine cabinet, I almost jumped out of my skin. I heard someone or something let out a muffled cough right in the room with me. It suddenly occurred to me that I might not be alone. I whirled around quickly to locate the source of the sound and almost fell flat on my face. Luckily I managed to catch myself on the seat of the toilet with my cuffed hands as I tripped forward. I righted myself and then I began to inspect the bathroom again. Quickly my attention was drawn to something that I had overlooked before. The curtain on the bathtub was drawn shut across the front of it. I walked over and looked at it. Someone was definite behind it. I took a deep breath and worked up some courage as I took hold of the curtain with my cuffed hands. Rapidly I drew the curtain back and looked down to see the source of the matter. I really don't remember how I reacted at first. It was likely a mix of relief and surprise at the same time followed by an onset of one of the most humorous things that I had seen in my life up to that point. Amy was in the tub.
My little sister was sitting there on the floor of the tub being quiet and a little worried as I looked down at her. Her face was a mix of surprise and disappointment as we exchanged glances. She had that shy look on her face, you know the one that the kid knows they are in trouble but they are hoping that you won't notice them even though you already have. Amy was sitting on the floor of the tub still dressed in her sleeping attire. Her outfit was similar to mine. She was wearing a two piece set of yellow pajamas. She also had white socks on with a pair of moccasin fleece slippers over he feet. Finally she was wearing a peach colored fleece robe with long sleeves and a tie belt in front. It went all the way down to her ankles as she tried to cover he feet with it. I had already seen what she was trying to hide and the mater was evident. Amy had not changed all that much from when she was 3 physically. She was a taller version of herself adding several inches to her height. She had begun wearing her hair parted with a padded purple hair band. I didn't know how to react. I wasn't really angry with her just surprised. Besides she looked really cute all situated as she was.
The thing that Amy was trying to hide was the fact that her feet were bound together at the ankle. She had chosen a long purple bathrobe from one of my brother's robes. It was wrapped around her ankles securely and cinched off in the middle and secured on top with a square knot. Overall it looked like she knew what she was doing at least in theory. I would learn in a minute that it wasn't as snug as I would have probably tied it, but not bad for a first attempt. Her hands were less of a success on the matter. It appeared that she had been trying to bind them in front of her using a second bath robe bent and her teeth to help with the knot. The belt was coiled around her wrist loosely in the proper formation, but it lacked any tightness or a knot. I looked down at my little sister whose face now looked like she was about to cry from being discovered. I glanced her a reassuring smile and then I began to address the situation more professionally. Finally all the pieces of the puzzle fit together and I could draw the correct conclusion about Amy's absence.
"Hi, I was wondering where you got to this morning. I guess at least your staying out of trouble at the moment." I offered my little sister with a warm laugh. I watched from above as the tension melted from her face and a look of relief replaced it. I leaned down and inspected the bonds that were on her feet and hands. They weren't too bad for somebody her age and I was rather impressed by her ingenuity. I couldn't have tied myself up that well when I was 5. "It looks like you did a pretty good job on your ankles." My little sister looked up at me with a view of pride on her face and finally returned my smile. "My feet were easy, but I the hands are really hard." I replied that I knew exactly what she was talking about. I had a hard time tying my own hands too. I could do it fairly well in front, but not nearly as effective as one of my brothers. I watched as Amy squirmed a little bit more.
She demonstrated the fact that she couldn't tie her hands well when she withdrew them from the loosely coiled bathrobe belt. She shifted her feet back and fourth a little next but that part of the tie held pretty well. I leaned down over the top of the edge of the tub and helped my sister untangle her feet from their bonds and in a minute she was free. Amy shifted out of the two belts and righted herself as she stood up. She allowed the belts to fall the floor of the tub and climbed out. Still leaning down I collected the two belts from the floor of the bath tub and stood back up. Amy looked over at me as she headed for the exit to the bathroom. "Oh, you have your handcuffs on." She said looking down and my feet and the set of chains that connected them at the ankle.
I nodded as I stood up and turned to face my little sister. This wasn't the first time that she saw me tied up. In fact she probably saw me tied up quite a bit while she was younger. I wasn't nearly as discreet with the games that I played as my older siblings had when I was younger.
"So, now that your untied, do you want to get some breakfast?" I asked as I looked down at Amy where she was standing in the middle of the bathroom floor. "Sure, I am hungry." I let my sister lead the way back to the kitchen and followed her at a more comfortable pace. It was a short trip and I made good time despite the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Amy being the one of us who was free at the moment arrived much faster to the kitchen when I already had. I was comfortable walking at the restricted gait. Still, Amy was the little ball of energy that every 5 year old is at that age and she could out run me probably if she was chained and I wasn't. I arrived in the kitchen and found my younger sister already situated at her normal position at the table.
With the now more permanent absence of my older siblings, each of us were pretty much free to sit where we chose save for one chair at the table. That one was reserved for my younger sister since she still wasn't tall enough to reach the table on her own. She had a small plastic booster seat which. she left sitting on that chair at the table. She was sitting when I arrived and we began to talk. "Well. you look like your pretty hungry." I commented looking down at my little sister as I passed her. Amy nodded and tapped her lap twice with her hands. "Yeah, I am buckled up and ready to eat, what is for breakfast?" My sister looked up at me as I entered the room. I looked down at her and gave a quick laugh at the joke she had mentioned. I told her that I wasn't going to cook much this morning, since I had already eaten and asked her what type of cereal she wanted along with a few other choice. Amy filled in the blanks and I headed into the kitchen to get started on the matter.
I went crossed the kitchen and set about gathering the ingredients necessary to make my sisters meal. It took a while to assemble with my hands cuffed together, but I managed it just fine. I reflected on the joke that my sister had referred to and realize just how humorous it was. I guess I should explain the context. Amy usually got up with me and Scott when we got ready for school early in the morning. After all my morning routine was anything but quiet. So, she usually joined us for breakfast. We usually got dressed and then ready for school before we sat down for breakfast. I still wore my vest harness on the school bus during these years of my life for the trip to and from school. I usually wore the vest part of it while I was waiting for the bus at the end of the driveway. That way I could just get on the bus and clip it onto the seat mount that was already there. I would usually put it on right after I got my school clothes on so, I wouldn't have to worry about where I left it and it would just be out of the way. So, it wasn't uncommon for me to show up wearing it to the breakfast table during the warmer months of the year. Sometimes on the weekends I wouldn't go to the trouble to remove it fresh out of bed either.
Not long after I got the vest, my mother got a wheel chair mount to go with it so I could wear it in places other than the car. (This is all ancient history if you have read some of my other stories.) Anyways, sometimes I would show up wearing it and use the mount to temporarily attach it to the chair for breakfast. Anyways, Amy's booster seat had two straps on it. One that went around the back of the chair and a second that went underneath it to keep the plastic booster seat attached to the chair. The was also a T-style seat belt on the booster chair. You know a strap between the legs and across the waist. My mother had bought it for Amy when she outgrew the normal height for the high chair. My mom mad her wear the seat belt of the booster seat until she was old enough sit up safely on her own without it. Well, anyways there was one morning where my mother was fixing breakfast and Amy was 4 going on 5. She was coming to the table and I was strapped in like I sometimes was. She said, "Fasten your seat belts girls it's going to be an amazing breakfast." She was referring to large meal that she was cooking for us and I making a quick joke at my expense. I gave it a good laugh that I was really strapped in. Amy was at that stage where she was copying me and decided to buckle herself in as well. It had become kind of a game for her and she often would use the seat belt on the booster seat when her and I share a meal. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised to find her trying to tie herself up.
I gave my sister a little smile as I brought breakfast over to her. I looked down and she was buckled in as she had stated. I put the plate with toast and cereal on the table in front of her along with a spoon. Then I shuffled back across the kitchen and retrieved the glass of juice that I had poured for her as well. By the time I returned Amy was already fast at work devouring the food I had prepared for her. I smiled and took a seat at the table directly across from her. I gave my little sister a few minutes to get into the meal and get situated. Once she was about half way done I finally looked over at her and asked the question that I had already inferred the answer to. "Amy, why were you tied up in the bathroom?" I asked the question and waited for her to respond. She swallowed a gulp of juice and gave me an answer. "I want to know how it is." I asked pressed the matter some more and we talked about it back and fourth. Her answer was truthful with me since she knew she wasn't going to get into trouble over the matter. The response boiled down to that she was curious about it. After all she had seem all the rest of us tied up quite a bit growing up to this point. I suppose that curiosity was just a natural reaction.
I guess it was just one of those "wanting to be like the big kids things". She divulged to me that she had asked both of my brothers on a couple of occasions if she could try it. But they gave her the same response each time. They explained that she was too little and she could play when she was older. I guess she got tired of waiting. Amy was 5 and would be 6 in a couple of weeks. Not much younger than when I had begun my fascination with the subject myself. I asked my little sister why she used the bathrobe belts and she relied that she couldn't find any rope to use. That was true enough. I kept most of my tie up supplies in the top drawer of the dresser which, was still over her head. She explained that was all she could find and she had taken it upon herself to explore when nobody would help her with the matter. I let my sister finish eating and the two of us discussed the matter a little further as she consumed the remainder of the simple meal. I waited until she was done and began clearing her plates from the table for her. As I was waling to the sink, an interesting idea came into my head.
I let the thought roll over as I rinsed off the dishes and deposited them in the sink. I had never really given that much thought to tying up my little sister before. Up to this point in my life I had always viewed her as being too you and agreed with my brothers. However finding her like I had this morning brought back certain memories about another young child who had been interested in the idea. This matter was personal to me and it brought back some fond memories from my own early childhood. Mary, Sean and Scott had been willing to tie me up not long after I asked and I was younger than Amy was when I had begun. I let the thought meld over in my mind as I weighed the outcomes carefully. If Amy didn't like being tied up then this would get it out of her system. If the converse was true she might become an active participant in the games that I played with my siblings. Either was the outcome seemed okay. The only thing that caused me to worry was that my older siblings and parents weren't home to grant me permission to proceed with the matter. It could turn out bad it they disapproved and Amy was horrible at keeping a secret. Still, it would probably better if I tied her up rather than allowing her to do it herself. At least that way I could keep an eye on the outcome of the situation, A bit of wisdom from Mary and my mother I suppose.
Finally, I took in a deep breath and looked over at where my little sister was seated on the chair. "Amy?" I asked as I waited for her to provide a response. "Yeah, Jenny.", my younger sister had been calling me that since she was 2 because it was easier to pronounce than Jennifer for her. "I've been thinking about how I found you tied up this morning in the bathroom. I was wondering if you would like me to tie you up so that you can see what it is like?" I let her take up the weight of the statement. However, my wait was short and my little sister responded almost immediately. "Yeah, sounds like fun! Yeah!, . . . ect" I don't remember exactly what she said, but it was a long list of excited responses that left her yelling with excitement and wriggling around. Luckily she had a seat belt on or she probably would have fallen out of her chair and ended up head first into the floor. She squirmed around quite a bit but the straps over he waist held her safely to the chair. "Okay, I am going to go and get some rope. You go wait in the living room and I will be in shortly."
Amy nodded with excitement over the matter and I watched as her small hands worked quickly at undoing the seat belt from the booster seat. She was free a moment later and bounded off into the living room. I just smiled as I watched her depart and then turned my on my own path. I progress was a little slower than my sister's because of the cuffs, but I still made good time. I exited the kitchen to the rear and headed back down the hallway to our room. Once I was inside, I switched the light on and crossed the room until I was standing at the front of my chest of drawers. I reached up and opened the top of it and began searching through it for what I needed. It took a few minutes because of the handcuffs. The first thing I retrieved was as small key ring that contained a couple of different keys on it. It had keys to two pad locks that I kept in the drawer as well as a handcuff key, which was what I was looking for. I decided that it would be easier to tie my little sister up without the cuffs on. I set about unlocking my hands first and then my feet second.
Once the cuffs were off, I folded them up neatly and deposited them in one corner of the drawer. Then I returned the keys to their resting place. I took a moment to rub some circulation back into my wrists and ankles. The cuffs hadn't been all that tight, but even snug they left a light impression and required a little rubbing to remove the feeling from my limbs. With the shackles removed, I began to select the rope that I wanted for this. My collection was had gotten pretty big from when I was growing up. I had around 20 different coils of rope laid out in the drawer. Most of them were about 10 feet in length. Perfect for tying hands or feet securely with plenty of length. I had two that were 15, a couple of 20's, and one that was probably 30 feet. I also had one that was nearly 50 feet and one that was 100 if it was an inch. The longer ones rarely got used in a tug, but they were a nice option if you wanted to tie a victim to a chair with one piece of rope. All the rope was white cotton clothesline with between 1/4 and 3/8's of an inch in thickness. This was easy to work with and didn't fray as easily as more natural ropes did. I scooped up two of the 10 foot sections of rope. Then I looked down at the rest of it and I grabbed another two 10 foot pieces and one of the longer ones that was about 20 feet. When I say these measurements they are just approximate. For example the 10 foot sections were probably between 8 and 12 feet and so on.
I decided that this was going to be a double lesson. I thought I would let Amy be tied up for a while and then maybe I could give her a lesson on how to tie someone up a little more properly. After all, our games had always been in good fun and it wasn't fair that I got to tie my little sister up without offering her a chance to get even. Turn about was fair play. Once my rope selections were finished, I exited the room and headed into the living room. Amy was seated on the easy chair that sat off to the side of the sofa. Her eyes lit up as I entered the room and they settled on all the rope that I was carrying. I almost laughed at the response she gave me when she saw me. "Gee, . . . that's a lot of rope. Are . . . are you going to use all that on me?" She said looking at me with a very nervous stare in her eyes. I let out a loud chuckle and laughed a little. "No, Amy don't worry I am not going to use all of this on you. That would probably make you look like a rope mummy." Amy returned my laugh as the thought crossed her mind. "I am probably only going to need one piece for you. I thought after you were done I would let you tie my up if you wanted to. After all that is only fair. It takes a lot more rope to tie up a big person like me than it does someone like you." Amy nodded in agreement and told me that she would try her best.
I deposited the ropes on the couch save for one of the shorter sections of rope. I uncoiled it in front of my little sister as I let it's length hit the floor in front of me. It was time for the moment of truth and I had come too far to back out now. "Okay Amy put your hands together so that I can tie them up." I instructed looking over at my little sister. I demonstrated by putting my wrists together in front of me much the same way I had found her in the bathtub this morning. However. my younger sibling had other ideas. Instead of following my lead she turned around and brought her arms together behind her back. "Are you sure that you want me to tie you up like that? It would probably be better if I tied your hands together in front of you." Amy shook her head keeping her back to me. "I'm sure." The response was quick and well affirmed. I guess it made sense, it was rare that any of us had our hands tied in front any more. Most of what Amy saw was us tied with the arms behind the back. Still, I didn't want to scare her the first time out. Then again I could always untie her if she didn't like it.
I just shrugged and set to work tying my little sister's hands in the way she requested. I began at the top of the wrists and wrapped the rope around her arms several times horizontally. Once I had made about 7 loops I wrapped the rope between her bound hand vertically to tighten the tie down. It didn't occur to me not to cinches off the tie. It was habit by now every time I tied someone else up. Still, Amy didn't seem to complain about it. I made sure that a layer of her pajama sleeves got between the ropes and her bare skin to insulate it a little. Then I came to the problem. Usually, it took a piece of rope this long to tie up my brothers or my own hands. Amy's wrists were quite a bit smaller and I probably could have done the job with a rope half the length. This left me with about a 5 or 6 foot tail hanging from the end. I looked down at her feet and the idea of using the rest to tie them crossed my mind but a I dismissed it quickly. She was too young for a hogtie. Instead I wrapped the tail of the rope around her waist twice and knotted it off to one side pinning her arms to her waist behind her back.
"There, how is that Amy? Do you think that you can Escape from that" I asked as I looked down at my sister trying to gage her reaction. Amy twisted her hands a couple of times and gave a quick struggle. After a few more tugs, it began to sink into her just how well I had tied her up. "Nope, Jenny I can't escape. You do a better job than I do. I'm stuck good." With that Amy stepped back and tried to hop up on the easy chair. She fell a little short of ability and slid down back into a standing position on the floor. I advanced two steps and grabbed her around the waist. Then I lifted her up and seated her on the edge of the chair that had been her intended destination. Amy scooted back in the chair until she was seated with her back against the higher part of the chair. She twisted her arms behind her a couple of more time before accepting that she couldn't use them at all. After a few moments of struggling, Amy kicked her slippered feet together and popped another question me. "Do my feet too." She instructed me looking at the feet and then over at the ropes on the couch.
I thought the request over for a moment or two before I responded to my little sister's instructions. I hadn't planned to go that far, in fact I had already come along further than I intended to with it. I had originally planned to introduce Amy to the idea of being tied up gradually as I had been. I was just going to tie her hands in front of her for about an hour and that would be it. On the other hand Amy had been more exposed to seeing our games at a younger age than I had. Also, things seemed to be going okay so far and she was a little enthusiastic about the whole idea. My little sister seemed to be enjoying this so far. As I let the thought roll over and over in my head, Amy offered another request. " Aren't you going to do my feet to Jenny? Please?" I let my mind settle on the matter as I picked up a second coil of rope from the soft and began uncoiling it. Then I crossed the room and took hold of Amy's feet drawing them together. I tied one end of the rope of on her right leg and began to make circles around them. I continued the wrapping until I got down to the last foot and half of rope. The I wrapped the center of the tie vertically and knotted it off.
The rope was probably about 11 or 12 feet in length. On my sister's small legs it began just above her ankles and went almost half way to her knees. I took a moment to admire my handy work. My sister was tied very securely and I doubted that there was any chance of her trying to escape. Still, she wore a smile on her face that told me she was content with the whole situation. I straightened her bathrobe back into place and pulled it down to where it should be. I didn't want her to cat cold. Really other than the rope around her waist you couldnâ€™t tell that she was tied up at all. Sitting her robe came down and covered her feet completely and her hands were hidden behind the trunk of her body. She struggled some more testing the security of the added feet ropes. After 2 or 3 minutes the realization of her situation set in and she just sat back and relax. Amy asked me to turn on the TV for her. I picked up the remote and seated myself on the couch and flipped through channels until I found a cartoon that would be suitable for her age group. Then I sat back watching her and the TV. Still, my eyes darted back and fourth between the two of them and the rest of the rope that I had brought out.
This is a good breaking point for this part of the story. There is more to come and I have some more details to share about my sister's reaction and my own to the situation that unfolded following this. However, that will have to wait until next time. If you have any comments or questions feel free to post them and I will respond. Until next time,
Jennifer

### Re: The Next Chapter Part 2: Amy

Post by ReaderG » Sat Dec 06, 2008 7:47 pm

As usual, a great tale with a few surprises. I had guessed that the continuation would involve Amy being tied up but I didn't think it would be her own doing! (I actually expected Scott to be involved somehow)
There is no doubt that Amy is your sister. Hopefully she didn't brag, "Jenny tied me up" to your mom, without telling the rest of the story. Looking forward to a continuation ...
Merry Christmas!
Gerry