Sharing with Friends Part 3: Getting Caught

Postby jennifer » Mon Jul 07, 2008 5:37 pm

He everyone, sorry to leave this story unfinished, but I ran out of time and it had a long way to go. So, I am finishing it up now. Here we go.

The three of us stared up at the screen on the television as the movie began go play on the screen. Shelly had started the film rolling by pushing the play button on the remote control. Both Shelly and Amber had their wrists tied behind their backs and their ankles cinched together. My ankles were bound in a similar mannerism to my friends. Additionally, I had attached a short tail of several inches to a rope that was wrapped multiple times around my waist. This created a hogtie type position for my feet behind my back. My own hands were also secured behind my back using my set of hand cuffs. My hands were double locked inside with the palms facing outwards away from each other to make it impossible to get near the knot securing the hogtie. The handcuffs' center chain was also passed through the rope around my waist to keep my hands anchored in the middle of my lower back. Overall, I was stuck good and the other two girls were well secured.

Shelly had taken one last precaution before starting the film. She placed the keys to my handcuffs up on a small end table next to one of the couches. This was to make sure that they wouldn't get lost. However, this also made sure that I couldn't retrieve them with my feet hogtied behind my back. The top of the table would be well out of my retrieve. As the film began to roll on the television in front of us we all shifted our attention to the movie that was playing. Each of the three of us scooted around trying to find the most comfortable position that we could. Amber leaned back against the sofa behind where her sleeping bag was sitting. She drew her legs up in front of her and used her bound hands to pull the hem of her night gown down to her ankles. She covered her lower legs by folding them upwards probably to keep some warmth in. I was stuck on my stomach with a large pillow propping my head upwards. I was probably the least comfortable, but I was also quite happy being tied up this way.

There is just something about the hogtie position that made me feel more helpless and better secured. I knew the handcuffs weren't coming off without the keys, so I just let my wrists hang loose behind my back. I concentrated my struggles on my legs. Giving them a solid tug every now and again against the short tail that secured my legs to my waist. I pulled my legs back and fourth against each other testing the limits that the tail imposed and found that I could only move my feet a few inches. I experimented with my hands a few times. However, I quickly found that with my hands facing outwards I couldn't reach the knot securing my feet to my waist. Struggle as I might, there was nothing I could do to improve my range of motion. The situation was completely escape proof and I couldn't have been happier with the results of my perdicament.

Without a means to free myself from the ropes I just laid there on my stomach looking upwards at the television set. The movie continued forward and the three of us divided our attention between it and our various struggles. Off and on I risked a look over at the other two girls in the room. Although their ties were not as complex as mine they weren't making a whole lot of progress with it either. I had plenty of practice at being tied up and I was getting pretty good at applying the ropes as well. I had tied Sean up a few weeks earlier and he was unable to free himself after more than an hour of effort. My two friends were not going anywhere until I decied to let them go. I had take a reasonable precaution to prevent myself from making that choice too soon. I knew now that I couldn’t get out of the hogtie without Shelly or Amber helping me get out of the handcuffs first. It was a reasonably mixed balance that we were all trapped without help from someone else. However, that help arrived in a for that we hadn't counted on.

There were footsteps beginning to descend the basement stairs and the voice of an older woman followed in their wake. "Shelly we're home. How is everything going down here? Could you turn down the TV a little bit it's late and we're . . . . . what the heck is going on?" Amber, Shelly and I turned to see Shelly's mother standing behind us. I saw the look on her face after a moment and it told me that she really didn't know what to think. At first, Shelly's Mother just looked over the three of us trying to figure out how we came to be in this situation. She probably was thinking we had Shelly's older brother to thank for this. However, then she caught sight of the handcuffs I had on and it clicked that neither of her children owned a set of them. Shelly's mother took a few minutes and took a couple of deep breaths before she continued. She walked forward and seated herself on the couch and looked down at the three of us. Then, she cleared her throat the way that only a mother can that lets you know you are in trouble.

"Okay, what is going on here? I want an explanation and I want it now." The woman's tone demonstrated that she was not in a good mood and expected us to cooperate. Being all tied up, Shelly was in no mind set to argue and began to unload the whole thing. How we played truth or dare and the events that led up to the three of us being all trussed up on the floor. Mostly, she dumped the matter on me for lack of someone else to share in the blame. Hogtied on the floor, there wasn't really anything that I could do about it other than offer my own interjections here and there. Shelly's mother took in the whole of the story and took a moment to think about how to react. This was likely new territory for her and she wanted to measure the situation a little further before making her final judgment against us. Mrs. Johnson (not her real name) took a moment and picked up the second Television remote that hung from a organizer on the end of the sofa. She stopped our tape and clicked the television off. So, not to allow us a distraction from her.

"Well, that is quite a story and I am a little surprised to say the least. Jennifer do your parents know that you are into this stuff and that you have handcuffs and ropes that you tie other children up with." I just nodded and told her this was just another normal game at my house. The woman stared out me in disbelief and asked for more of a clarification. I spent the next 10 minutes or so giving her an abridged version of my history playing tie up at home. She had caught us red handed and there really wasn't any reason to hid the matter. She took in each of my words carefully and then she sat back down on the sofa to think about it some more. I looked back and fourth at Shelly and Amber. Both of them were squirming enviously in their ropes like they wanted to hide them from their mother's gaze. However, there really wasn't anything that they could do about it. Finally, Mrs. Johnson broke the silence and came to terms with the matter as a whole.

"Alright, is everyone okay? I mean to ask are the ropes hurting anybody at the moment?" She asked looking down at the three of us. Shelly and I just shook our heads. Shelly's mother looked down puzzled trying to figure out, which question we were saying no to. Amber gave a more affirmative response trying to delude some of the tension. "We're okay, just a little tied up at the moment. Actually it's a little relax just to sit here." Shelly and I nodded. It was better to have a unified front in this sort of situation. Mrs. Johnson took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. "Well . . . I guess there is no harm in it as long as no one got hurt. But, it's after midnight and well past your girl's normal bed times. I know this is a slumber party, but I think you should get some sleep." The three of us just shrugged at the suggestion. I was already a little tired and calling it a night didn't sound like a bad idea. Being tied up was fun, but a good night's sleep was starting to sound better and better.

Shelly's mother waited for any objections to the idea, but when she found none she set about rectifying the matter. She rose from the couch and knelt down next to where I was tied up. She looked me over for a moment and studied the tie I had applied to myself. While it was quite effective, it was not anything all that fancy. She leaned down and located the knot securing the hogtie rope between my feet and the rope coiled about my midsection. It took her a few minutes, but she undid the knot and allowed my bound feet to fall free to the floor behind me. As much as I was disappointed by losing the hogtie portion, it did feel nice to get the tension off of my legs. She gave me a moment to recover myself before she addressed the situation any further. "Jennifer where are the keys to your handcuffs at?" She asked looking down towards me. I rolled myself over and sat up now that I was free from the hogtie and told her where the key was. It was sitting where Shelly had left it on the one end table. Mrs. Johnson gave a quick glance in that direction and a gentle nod before rising to her feet.

I watched as Shelly's mom crossed the room and picked up the handcuff key off of the table. She lifted it into the palm of her hand and began to walk back towards us. I chanced a look at the clock on the VCR as her mother approached Shelly. It was pretty late and I guess it was time to bring the games to an end for the evening. Besides, Shelly and Amber had been tied up for almost an hour now and I was reasonably sure that they were ready to get free from their bonds. However, Shelly's mother followed a slightly different plan of action than I anticipated. She walked across the room and knelt down near where Shelly was sitting. She took a moment and deposited the key to my handcuffs into her pocket before she proceeded. "Shelly, I need you to get off of your sleeping bag for a moment please." She instructed. Her daughter looked up at her for a moment and then began to comply with the request. She now that she was already in trouble provoking her mother wasn't a good idea at that point. Shelly scooted herself off of the sleeping bag and took a ended up a seated at the head of the bag.

With her daughter removed Shelly's mother nodded and took hold of the zipper attached to the side of the sleeping bag that her daughter was just sitting on. She grabbed it and unzipped the bag about half of the way down. "Alright you can climb in now." Shelly mom stated as she looked upwards toward her daughter. "Your going to make us sleep tied up !" Shelly looked up at her mother with a wide look of surprise in her eyes. "Well honey, you all know that your in trouble for playing this little game. You know that I believe the punishment should fit the crime. So, you wanted to be tied up and all of you are tied up. I want to get some sleep tonight in a quiet house and I am going to get some sleep in a quiet house tonight. So, in you go, and if you behave I let you all out in the morning." Shelly looked up at her mother as if she was waiting for the punch line from a practical joke. However, the woman's look told her that it wasn't coming. I could see the reluctance in her posture as she slid into the sleeping bag. Once Shelly was in, her mother zipped it all the way up to her chin and put her pillow under Shelly's head.

After Shelly was all situated, Mrs. Johnson moved onto me next as she crossed the room and I was in the middle. I complained about the idea at first. I had slept tied up on several occasions before and normally it wouldn't bother me all that much. However, sleeping with the hands behind the back is really uncomfortable and I didn't want Shelly and Amber's first experience to be a bad one. Shelly's mom threatened to call my parents and send me home immediately if I didn't cooperate. I was already in enough trouble and decided not to push the issue. I slid into the sleeping bag and it was soon zipped up around me. When she was done, I looked almost like Shelly, tied up in my sleeping bag with my head sticking out on a pillow at the top. She moved onto Amber who made the decision to just cooperate and join the other two of us. Looking back I don't know who was the smartest of the three of us. but it really didn't matter.

Once the three of us were secured, Shelly's mom headed back to the bottom of the basement stairs. "Well, sleep tight everyone I'll see you all in the morning and we'll discuss this matter further. With that, she shut off the lights to the basement and started up the stairs. I listened as I heard the door shut upstairs. Then the three of us were left alone in the darkness. I spent the first few moments renewing my struggles against the ropes. But it turned out to be a pointless effort. the knot that secured my hands to my waist was tied in front and my hands were anchored behind my back. Whether or not I could get my feet free was a moot point as my hands were going to be the uncomfortable factor. I rolled onto my stomach and brought my head to rest on the pillow to get the weight off of my arms. Still, this didn't do much to help. It was going to be difficult if I had to spend the night like this. I waited staring in the direction of the basement stairs waiting for Mrs. Johnson to reappear. I waited a long time as she wasn't coming.

Meanwhile, I could hear Shelly and Amber rolling around where they were laying. They had to be every bit as uncomfortable as I was. My situation wasn't uncomfortable for an hour or two, but it would be a long night if we had to stay like this. After a good while, I decided that I needed to take matters into my own hands. It was apparent that Shelly's mom had kept her word and neither of my two friends was much of an escape artist on their own. It was time to take matters into my own hands if any of us were going to get out of this. I started with trying to correct the orientation of my hands. Having the palms outwards made it harder to escape and I needed to turn them around if I was going to be able to grasp or untie anything. The handcuffs were quite snug, but I began to attempt to work my wrists around in them. The cuffs were wider in one dimension than the other and turning my wrists lead to some discomfort, but my hands were still small enough that I managed it. After a few moments of discomfort, my efforts were rewarded and my managed to swing my hands so the palms were facing inward.

With that done, I began to explore the possibility of undoing one of the knots on the ropes. I tried bending my feet back to my hands, but I couldn't reach the knot on top of the front of my ankles well enough to untie it. I had left it there purposely to prevent escape and it was working pretty well. I abandoned my feet and went focused on the waist rope. I began giving it a few solid tugs and tried to pull the knot around to where my hands were. This also didn't go too well. The rope got caught on itself and made pulling it around almost impossible. I was beginning to think that I was really stuck like this for the rest of the night. Then, it hit me that I wasn't the only one down here or stuck in this perdicament. If I was going to escape I needed some help. With that thought in mind, I began the long process of wriggling my way out of the top of my sleeping bag. It was a slow and time consuming process with my limbs securely restrained and the top opening being only so wide. After a few minutes though, my efforts were rewarded and I pulled my bound feet free of the sleeping bag. I came to the decision that I needed to do this quietly as I didn't want to attract attention from Shelly's parents.

I rolled overtop of my self several times until I came to rest next to Shelly's sleeping bag. I stopped and felt my way up the side to find the zipper. It only took a moment and I began to unzip the side of her sleeping bag. Shelly stirred from her sleep and looked over my way as the bag began to unzip. "Jen what are you doing, my mom said to go to sleep." She whispered to me. "I need your help to get us untied. Trust me, sleeping with your hands tied behind your back is uncomfortable after a while. I need you to undo the knot on the rope around my waist for me and I can probably get us free from there." Shelly listened as I whispered my proposition and then responded. "Okay, how exactly am I supposed to do that with my hands tied behind my back in the dark?" I responded explaining my plan and the two of us set it into motion.

I brought the front of my tummy rope and lined it up with her bound hands. Shelly confirmed that she could feel the rope. Next, I began to roll the rope my shifting myself. Suddenly, Shelly told me to stop and that she had hold of the knot. The next 7 or 8 minutes were rather uncomfortable for me as I tried to support myself on my side while Shelly worked the knot. It was just a simple square knot, but she couldn't see it and her hands were tied too. Still, with a lot of effort she finally managed to work the top half of it loose with her fingers. Then, she worked the second half free and spoke. "There, I think I got it." I rolled to my back and tried to sit up glad to be off of my side supported my a bound arm. Once I was sitting upright, I gave the ropes around my waist a good couple of tugs and found that all of my efforts had been rewarded. The rope was slack and a few minutes of tugging allowed me to pull my hands free from my waist. Finally, I was getting somewhere.

From here, the escape was simple. I could bring my hands around my bottom and under my feet when they were cross tied. A weakness my brothers had begun using the waist rope to prevent. The handcuffs offered quite a bit more slack than that and in a matter of seconds my hands were in the front. I took a minute and rubbed my eyes to help them adjust to the darkness. I decied to take a moment and wait to untie my feet. I leaned over and began feeling around for Shelly's hands. She had earned her freedom and I was more than willing to give it to her. Even in the dark, it didn't take long for me to find the knot and pick it free. Then I began the process unwinding the ropes around her wrists and in a couple of minutes I lifted the last loop free. Shelly brought her hands to the front and rubbed some of the circulation back into them Then, she reached down and found something that would help us immensely. Shelly picked up the remote and turned on the TV. After it came on she hit the mute button almost immediately to mask any sound it would make.

With the television on in front of us the room was slightly illuminated and I was better able to see our current situation. I shifted my position again and untied the ropes that bound Shelly's feet at the ankle. Once she was free I finished freeing myself. At least as much as I could without the handcuff key. With my legs free I Shelly and I crawled across the floor to where Amber was still lying tied up in her sleeping bag. Her eyes had opened from her attempt to sleep when the light from the TV lit up the room. She looked up at me as I held a finger in front of my mouth to signal to keep quiet. "Shhh I am going to untie you so you can get some sleep." Amber sat up and let the sleeping bag slip down to her waist. She looked puzzled at me for a moment and contemplated her response. "No thanks, I think I am just going to stay like this for the night. It's really kind of a neat feeling being all tied up and not able to move around." I looked down at her and just shook my head.

"Really, you want to sleep all tied up like that? It get's pretty uncomfortable after a while. I know from personal experience that it is a bad idea to sleep with your hands tied behind your back. You can stay tied if you want, but at least let me put your hands in front for the night." Amber looked over at me again for a moment and nodded. I reached down behind her and began to free her hands from the ropes. After a minute or two the cords released and she popped her hands out of the coils. I gave her a couple of minutes to massage some circulation back into her hands before I proceeded to check on her response. "Are you sure you want to stay tied up for the night?" I whispered. Amber looked over at me and responded without saying a word. She brought her wrist to touch in front of her and put them together. She cooperated while I circled her wrists with the ropes again and cinched them off parallel in front of her. With her hands secured, she laid back down and tried to pull the top of her sleeping bag back into place. Shelly and I helped her get comfortable before we headed back to our own sleeping bags.

Shelly was helping me back into mine when she brought up a concern. "What about your handcuffs?" "We'll get the key back from your mom in the morning. I'll be fine if Amber can sleep tied up I can leave these on no problem." Shelly smiled and helped me get tucked in for the night. It wasn't the most comfortable I had ever been, but it was nothing I wasn't used to. Shelly headed back over to her sleeping bag and turned the television off with the remote. Within a few minutes, the three of us drifted peacefully off to sleep. It had been an interesting night and my experiment had gone over well with Amber and Shelly. I never would have guessed Amber would like this kind of stuff, but it turned out that she did. Shelly was a little less enthusiastic about it, but she was willing to participate since the other two of us had a lot of fun with it. The initiation was over and it was quite successful to say the least.

In the morning, the three of us got up and relaxed for a little while. Amber left her ropes on while Shelly and I tidied up and put our stuff away. She was a little unhappy when I finally untied her, but I promised we could play again soon if we weren't grounded. About an hour after we were up, Shelly's mom came back down stairs. She was a little surprised to find the other tow girls free and myself as close as I could get. Her mannerism was a lot calmer that morning that it had been the night before. She let me out of the handcuffs without a second thought on the matter. Mary came down the stairs shortly afterwards. She had already been their for a while and it turned out that the two of them had discussed the subject at some length. Mary had gone a little deeper into our history than I had and explained that it was just a game and really nothing more. Originally, Shelly's mother thought being tied for the night would cause us to regret the game all together. In reality it had the opposite effect to tell the truth. Amber really liked the idea of being tied up and Shelly wasn't opposed.

Mary had put the woman at ease that I had some idea of what I was doing and knowing how far to go. Shelly's mother had been more surprised than anything at finding us bound in her basement at first. However, once the initial shock wore off eventually she became okay with the idea of us playing tie up. This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship with two of my best friends growing up. Especially in the circle of playing tie up with someone outside of my family. More games followed as we grew older together and they soon became as experienced as I was. We are still friends today and play around with this on and off. But those and our other experiences growing up are another group of stories.

That ends this little series. I apologize for taking so long to complete this, but my health forced me to abandon typing it for a while. My next one won't be so far into the future. Not everyone is as comfortable with the idea of being tied up as my family was. Still, I think Shelly’s mom over reacted a little bit here. Still, I can’t really blame her. Anyway, I need to get another set of stories from this part of my childhood out. However, after that I was debating going back to my teenage years for a while. It seems that set was well received, but there is another matter I want to cover in my background before I move forward any further. The next series will probably be three or four parts in length. After that I can jump around a little bit. If anyone would like to share some input about where I should go next, I would be happy to listen. I hope everyone enjoys reading my stories as much as I like telling them. Until next time,

Jennifer

Postby ReaderG » Mon Jul 07, 2008 6:25 pm

Great story Jen - as always. I was a little surprised at your friends reaction after getting caught.
Gerry

Postby William F Somebody » Mon Jul 07, 2008 7:07 pm

Bravo! This is a fantastic conclusion to your story about your fiends' story. I hope you post another story about your childhood, but with your friends!

By the way, did your friends and your siblings ever play a tie up game together?

Postby jennifer » Mon Jul 07, 2008 8:36 pm

Yeah, they did play a few together and I can share some of those is there is an interest in the subject.

Jennifer

Postby William F Somebody » Tue Jul 08, 2008 4:03 am

Yes, I am very much interested in the subject. It would be nice to see their interaction.

Anyway, thanks for the update and I hope you keep writing!!!