My kids, Mona and Mandy, and I had gotten in the habit of playing tie up games after their dad left: that story has already been told before. About a year after we started, things had improved for us financially, but Mona and her sister Mandy still loved to be tied up very often. Since they were both in school, I was very concerned that marks from the rope we used might be seen, so I had to do something. I splurged, after getting a better job, on some nice leather restraints that didn't leave tell-tale marks. The girls both loved them, although I certainly didn't throw away the sash cord that was so useful. When this all started, Mandy was just eight, and this story takes place when she was twelve. If you have read our previous stories, you know that Mandy was the one who first suggested playing tie up games to help her sister and I pass the time (read the first story to learn why.)
We had a weekend all to ourselves, and while we were eating that Friday evening, Mona asked what we should do for the weekend, and without waiting suggested a round of tie ups. "Maybe we should think of a way to put a twist on it," I suggested. Mandy looked thoughtful, and after a moment said, "We usually do things like play kidnapping or cops and robbers, or just say how we want to be tied. Why don't we make a game out of choosing the tie up?" "How would we do that?" wondered Mona. I said, "We could write down different ways or positions to be restrained on strips of paper, and then cut them up and put them in a jar, or we could number them and pick a number." "And whatever position we pick is how we are tied up!" finished Mandy. "When do we start?' asked Mona, and we decided we would spend the evening writing down suggestions. Since we are all very picky, the details of how the ties were to be done were very important to us. The only rules were that we couldn't ask for any toys we didn't have on hand.
The next morning we all got up and had breakfast. Both girls had wanted to start the fun right away, but Mona got a call from one of her friends asking if she wanted to spend time together. Mandy was a bit put out, but cheered up when I promised we could still play our game. After Mona left, we started. For the game, Mandy changed into a warm leotard and cable tights, both white, and wore a pair of matching low heels. Since there was only one player, we didn't have to role the die to see who went first. The girls and I had come up with around 30 tie up scenarios, and I had gone through and numbered each. (They had folded all theirs, and mine, so I had no idea of what they actually were.) "Name your poison!" I told her. "Number 12, thank you" she replied. I looked through the papers until I found #12. "Do you want to read it, or shall I just surprise you," I asked. "You can surprise me, Mom..." I opened the folded paper and began to read: Tie me up the tightest, most securely that you have ever seen, done, or have had done to you."
"Honey," I said, "you may want to choose another number." "But that's not the rules, Mom. Why? What does it say?" asked Mandy. I read her the note. She exlaimed "Wow...I wrote that one, Mom. What's so bad about that?" "Because you have no idea what it may turn out to be, Mandy!" "Oh, Mom...I know you'd never hurt me. Besides, I usually get out of whatever bondage you come up with, don't I?" Well, she had a point, Mandy had become quite the escape artist since we started playing. I gave in. "But," I said, "to be on the safe side, I'm putting a three hour limit on this game." "Sure," Mandy said. We went into the living room of our apartment, and I told her to wait while I got some gear. When I returned, the first thing I did was to blindfold her with a sleeping mask. The next item was a red spandex hood that covered her entire head except for the mouth. "Whoa? what's that, Mom?" she asked. Since she had chosen the very note she had written, I decided to use a few of my own items to make the game work. I had another surprise for her, something she had never seen before, and wouldn't until after we were finished. I had been buying gear off Ebay from China-it was really cheap-and had ordered an armbinder for myself several months before. Unfortunately, when it arrived I realized that 'size small' in America meant something different in China--it had obviously been made for one of their very petite models. It was too small for me altogether, but I was guessing it may just fit Mandy.
"OK, put your hands together behind you," I said, and I slid the red armbinder up her arms, past her elbows and was pleased to note that her hands were just fitting in the bottom of the glove. Again, Mandy said "Wha? Mom, what IS this?" I laughed and said, "You'll see later. Now hush!" I fastened the straps securely, and then began lacing up the back. She was very flexible, and her arms touched from hands to elbows when I finished and tied it off. At this point, I was very sure she would not be getting free without help. "How's that? Too tight?" I asked. "No" she replied, "But it is very tight, Mom!" "Sit here," I said, pulling up a stool for her. I quickly bound her ankles with some leather cuffs, and did the same with her knees. "Almost done," I said, and got out another import from China-a harness gag. It was made with a ball that was kept in by a leather panel and straps. She had seen it before, but hadn't had it used on herself yet. "Open up" I said, and worked the ball between her teeth. The black straps stood out against the red of the hood. Once I got everything secure, I went back and tightened everything one more notch. "OK, young lady, let's hear your safe word," I said into her ear. She grunted three times and shook her head. "Good," I said, and helped her from the stool to lie down on an ottoman nearby. Lying her on her stomach, I pulled her ankles up to her thighs and used a leather belt to secure them, then attached the bottom of the armbinder to the belt. She was now perched on top of the ottoman, and was almost completely motionless. "One last thing, honey!" I said, and then used a leather shoestring to tie the ring on top of her harness gag down to her ankles and then pulled it tight, causing her head to be pulled up and back, leaving her completely unable to move at all.
I stopped and looked at her. Quite the pretty little package!