Foreword
This is the story of one of the most memorable days that Nicky and myself spent tying each other up on one especially cold and wet Melbourne day. The fair city of Melbourne is located in the Australian state of Victoria. For the geographically challenged, it is 1000 klicks south of Sydney, home of the Y2000 Olympics. It is not London but it can still get plenty cold in the winter!! However, it can get awfully hot in the summer too.
The day was totally memorable for many reasons - especially since it introduced a number of 'firsts' for us both. Besides which, it was just such a, (how do I say this?) happy day. It was one of those special days only close friends seem to be able to share. I do not know how to express this in a way you will understand; I cannot find the right words to do so. I hope you know what I'm trying to say
I cannot remember exactly when it happened, but I think it was in late 1979, which meant that both Nicky and myself would have been around 13 years old at the time.
Once again, I will be honest and admit that because these events occurred nearly 20 years ago now, many of the details and certainly much of the dialogue are sketchy but I will try to reconstruct it as it would have happened. I will be honest and admit that perhaps I have embellished the story just a little bit here and there…. (As I have once already said, after all, we wouldn't want to let the cold hard facts get in the way of a good story, wouldn't we?) However, many of the details still stick clearly in my mind, since it was such a special day for me - I can still remember the various ways we tied and gagged each other as well as some of our role-playing. The best thing is: it actually happened. Sometimes truth really can be stranger than fiction.
Some of you will certainly wonder - How could this all have happened? Then - is this guy for real? However - what God giveth, he also taketh. After my tie-up games with Nicky had died a natural death as we grew apart and discovered new interests and friends, I was fortunate enough to continue these tying up games on a periodic basis (albeit never as often as Nicky and myself had spent tying each other up) with one of my best mates R. These went on over a number of years.
I remember how R and I used to go on these fishing trips down to Lakes Entrance every month or so and of course, we spent a lot of quiet evenings tying each other up in the privacy of our caravan so I think these games are hardly what you would call uncommon. R was equally competitive as N and much the same rules applied - different position each time and so on. However, I always enjoyed playing with Nicky far more!
Unfortunately, the 'tie-up games' between R and myself stopped quite suddenly when I was 23 or 24. (it did not help that he accidentally found one of my bondage magazines which I had left in the drawer next to my bed and I was subsequently more or less obliged to explain) Since then, it has been a very long time between drinks. My bondage experiences with others, especially the opposite sex have been few and far-between. It's only been recently since I met my erstwhile study partner and good friend "Kristy" (refer story which I posted earlier) that I have had any kinds of really positive bondage experiences at all.
I do practise self bondage, for want of a partner to tie me up but its never very satisfying when you know you can always get free - sorry, I'm not going to post any self-bondage stories here (Canucks) since they are not only off-topic but are way too sexual.
Regular readers will be familiar with the lovely dark haired Nicole (Nicky) and myself. This tale more or less follows the previous adventures I have already recounted here.
The day begins
It was not the dark and stormy night so beloved of trash novelists but it was certainly a very cold wet, gloomy and otherwise miserable day. It was raining hard, the trees leaning and groaning in protest as the wind and rain ripped through the leafy boughs. It was just far too cold and wet to be able to do anything outdoors. And this was supposed to be spring! Normally, we would have been outside riding our bikes or doing whatever else it was we used to do back in those days of the very late 70's. This was not long before the crazy excesses of the 80's when some of Australia's better known entrepreneurs used to get around in pink helicopters and equally exotic cars such as the infamous hot pink De Tomaso Pantera which Dr Edelsten and his very young and pretty but dumb blonde 'trophy' wife Leanne, favoured or yachts, popularised by the now bankrupt and disgraced Allan Bond of Americas Cup fame. I do not think that the snooty and snobbish NYC ever recovered from that humiliation.
Being a Saturday, we were not at school for which I was humbly thankful, never having been a great scholar at the best of times… Homework was a dirty word where I was concerned (still is!) and I was the classic procrastinator - why do it now when it can be done later? I still remember, all too clearly the way I drove my poor old mother to distraction with my continued refusal to "knuckle down and get to it!" My bad habits also migrated to university with me - many were the late night 'rush-jobs'…
While I was eating that classic Aussie breakfast of Weetbix (heavily sugared, accompanied with warm milk, mind you!) When it came to food, I was one fussy little b…d. (yes, I heartily disliked vegies as well!) I had been mulling over what to do for the day since the weather had that sullen grey look about it that told me it going to be like this all day - cold, wet and rainy. There was no way Nicky and myself were going to be able to do anything outdoors. Not that I minded too much - for obvious reasons….
Hopes and dreams
My mind quickly turned to thoughts of bondage (referred to as "tie-up games" back then) and being tied up. Even at that early age, bondage as a part of my sexuality was already firmly entrenched in my psyche, although I still did not know exactly what it was. All I knew was that I really enjoyed tying and being tied up. Preferably to be on the receiving end, thank you very much! Since I had never heard of the concept of bondage, I had no way of expressing these desires only that I loved the feelings that being tightly tied up and gagged engendered in my young mind. Or the sight of a lovely young damsel very tightly bound and gagged.
I could not help wondering if Nicky and I were going to play any tie-up games around her place, just next door. I really hoped so for it had been some time since we had played any tie up games due to the recent spell of warm weather - it meant that we were outdoors a lot. In fact, many of our bondage games seemed to take place when the weather was bad, presumably because we were stuck indoors. After all, they represented a great way to while away a rainy day…
After finishing my breakfast, my mother asked me what I planned to do for the day and I told her that I was going to go around to play with Nicky or words to that effect. I was certainly not about to tell her what kinds of games I had in mind. My mother was, and still is not tolerant of anything that seemed "different" from the norm, a fact I had already picked up a long time ago. Especially something as wonderfully deviant as… shock, horror… bondage!
Childhood self - bondage gone wrong…
In fact, my mother once caught me tying myself up, when I was still only 16 or 17. She was absolutely shocked and horrified. I have never seen her so upset before or since. Actually, "upset" is probably bit of an understatement… It was the most embarrassing experience of my whole like. I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life as I was when my mum came into my room in order to tell me to take a surprise phone call very late one night - and saw me busily tying my arms to my sides, having already bound my legs at ankles and knees. I think you can imagine her reaction.
The end result was that after mum had gotten over the shock, she wanted me to go and receive psychiatric counselling (therapy!) That clouded my view of bondage and my own sexuality for a long time until I discovered that I was obviously not the only one who enjoyed bondage when I discovered my first bondage magazines in that Sydney adult bookshop when I was 18. I don't think my head shrink really understood either and it wasn't long before I stopped going.
Before leaving, I quickly showered, dressed and pulled on my very shiny bright yellow vinyl/PVC raincoat and buttoned it up. It had a drawstring hood to keep my head dry. I loved the way that coat looked and felt. I didn't know why at the time - only that I loved wearing it very much. Wearing it made also me feel like I was a fireman, a sailor or a deep-sea fisherman (I really loved fishing, and still do. However, the fish have nothing to fear from me since I am such a poor fisherman! I never get to kiss many fish unlike the bearded burbler, Rex Hunt, who seems to delight in kissing almost anything he catches on TV too! I think he has a secret fish-kissing fetish….) Cultural note1: Rex Hunt is a famous Aussie fisherman and TV celebrity with his own fishing show on TV.
Departure
My mother had bought the raincoat for me because I was notorious for losing umbrellas, famously the time when I contrived to lose three umbrellas in the space of two weeks. None of which came back - they just went "walkabouts"…. Cultural note2: In Australia, we call such rainwear 'raincoats'. I think they are called "mackintoshes" in England and "rain slickers" in America.
By that time, my fetish for plastic/PVC clothing was firmly established by then. At the time, I had no way of understanding what it was about the wearing of plastic clothes that turned me on so - almost as much as being tied up. Even now, I still really don't know exactly why but I have also long since come to terms with both fetishes. Just to digress for a moment, I was very interested to read other posters experiences and comments on their liking for white pantyhose and leotards or high-heeled boots. More recently, sleeping bags and confinement. I could really relate to what they said. It is really amazing the way that our early childhood influences had such a deeply lasting and formative effect on our lives since. So many posters here appear to have had similar experiences regarding early bondage experimentation. I reckon there has got to be a university thesis on this one day - now that would be fascinating!
Despite the relatively short walk next door, my raincoat was dripping wet when Nicky let me in. She was dressed very casually - just an old pair of jeans and her favourite pink woollen jumper. She laughed when she saw how wet my coat was. It was streaming with water. "Did you enjoy the walk?" she teased.
I answered that yes, I had, thank you very much.
"What do you want to do?"
The next and absolutely vital question - "Are your brothers home?"
As I have said before, neither Nicky nor myself got on well with either of them and if they were ever to discover one or the other of us tied up…. Knowing full well the reason for my asking, Nicky answered in the negative - no!
Fortunately, they were rarely to be found at her home for they both preferred to spend their time with their mates (friends) Actually, I think this question used to act as a kind of secret signal of our intent to play tie-up games without each other realising it. Nicky then went on to give me the good news - R, her younger brother and D, one of her older brothers were both sleeping over for the weekend at their respective mate's homes. We would have the house to ourselves apart from her mum. Separated by a common language1 - that's mom in the USA!!
Then the sixty-four dollar question- "What do you want to do?"
From most any other kid, it would have been a perfectly normal question.
As far as I was concerned, it was a loaded question. What I really meant was, "Do you want to have a tying up competition?" Actually "competition" was a bit of a misnomer - We had both become that proficient at tying each other up, it was only very rarely that either of us ever managed to escape from our bonds. On the infrequent occasions that one of us did escape, the unfortunate party used to cop such a bagging from the other that it always served to redouble his or her efforts when tying the other up the next time. Hence we always took care to tie the other up properly lest it lead to a successful and humiliating escape. That was the other thing about Nicky - she was extremely competitive - she hated losing. Of course, I was equally uncompromising when it came to almost any form of competition back then. These so-called 'competitions' were generally just an excuse to spend time tying each other up.
Rules of the game
The "rules" were simple: We would take turns binding each other. (The person being tied up had to cooperate fully with the other doing the tying) If you escaped, you immediately got to tie the other person up. Our unwritten rules also stated that the unfortunate tyee, for want of a better word, not only had to submit to being tied up immediately but to stay bound and gagged for exactly double the length of time the escaping party had originally been required to stay tied up - it was however, optional to be exercised in the discretion of the successful party. Furthermore, if you did not escape within the allotted time (usually an hour or so) then you had to stay tied up for an extra half an hour to an hour. This was also optional.
In order to add a further element of fairness as well as variety to our competitions, we had a rule that you had to tie the other up in a different position each time. It could not just be hog-ties all the time. (Our preferred position) This increased the challenge and level of difficulty in tying the other up securely. It was a test of our tying up skills. However, I always included at least one hog-tie each time we had such a tying up competition since Nicky really seemed to enjoy being hogtied. So did I for that matter! Extra interest to our tying up competitions was added by role-playing. For example, I might be James Bond and she would be some evil female villain out to hold the world to ransom…. that kind of stuff. It was not really serious role-playing of the kind other contributors seem to have engaged in but it was still great fun.
Nicky's answer
Once again, Nicky shocked me when she saucily tossed her head and slyly replied, "Let's have a tying up competition - can I go first?" 'Going first' was simply a nice way of asking to be tied up first. The wide Cheshire cat grin on her lovely face and the wicked gleam in her eyes told me that she was perfectly well aware how much I enjoyed playing these types of games. She had obviously never forgotten the incident when she had tied me up to the tree in her back garden and my predictable response to being bound and gagged like that. I also had not forgotten either - how could I ever forget what happened that day! She'd never directly referred to it again but it had always there between us ever since. Mind you, I am quite certain that she really enjoyed being tied up too for she was always asking me to tie her up, either competitively or otherwise.
Sometimes I truly wish that I had been since been able to meet someone like Nicky who really appeared to love being tied up for its own sake and not just to please me either as one of my former girlfriends did. How I long to hear those magic words, "Tie me up please!" spoken by someone who really wants to be tied up. It's not much fun tying up somebody knowing full well that she is only submitting to be tied up under sufferance just to make me happy. That's not what I want! In the future, if I ever get to play these types of games again, I only want to play if she is also clearly enjoying herself too. The bottom line is that bondage (as I have said before) should be totally consensual, FUN, and enjoyable for both parties involved.
The official position
Additionally, I think her mother's relaxed and pragmatic attitude to our bondage games helped a great deal - Nicky was never as self conscious as I was about suggesting that we have tying up "competitions" or being tied up. In fact, providing her older brothers were not around, we would quite often tie one or the other up and then watch TV while Mrs. C bustled around upstairs in the kitchen or doing housework. It certainly added a whole new dimension to watching Superman or some similar cartoon show such as Looney Tunes while bound hand and foot. They were generally kept simple - just the basic hands crossed and tied behind the back, ankles and knees. Sometimes, I would hogtie Nicky, usually at her request. We rarely gagged each other on these occasions.
Mrs. C never, as far as I know saw anything unusual about our 'games.' Occasionally, she even used to join us for a short chat while one or the other was tied up in front of the TV on the settee. (couch) My guess is that she probably saw it all as nothing more than harmless juvenile fun that would, in time would die a natural death as we discovered other activities and interests to occupy our minds, as we got older. (As it turned out, she was absolutely correct in her assumption. Our tying up games occurred less and less frequently as we grew up and discovered new friends and interests. They finally ceased altogether when Nicky and her family moved house while she was still 16 or 17.) Her husband was completely indifferent to these games of ours, although his work meant he never spent much time at home. Therefore, we nearly always conducted out tying up activities at Nicky's place. It was only very rarely we ever 'played' at my home due to my parents less tolerant attitudes to these kinds of games.
The setting
With Nicky leading the way as usual, I excitedly dashed up to Nicky's bedroom, without even bothering to take my raincoat off, equally keen as her to get stuck into tying each other up.
Nicky had a terrific bedroom. It was the envy of all the local kids. The house she lived in was architect designed and constructed in the mid sixties, those wonderful swinging, freewheeling decades of flower power, free love, and hippiedom. It was considered to be absolutely cutting edge design at the time. Built of beige brick with a stainless steel roof, it blended in beautifully into the gently sloping hillside and the tall gums surrounding it. The kitchen and family room debouched onto a large and quiet paved yard only just smaller than a basketball court. A brick wall that separated the adjacent garage from the yard was at one end of the yard, with a basketball hoop and protective net behind to prevent stray balls landing on the roof. A high fence separated the yard from the front garden proper. It was a wonderfully safe place for young children to play while under parental supervision. We often used to play basketball or whatever it was we used to do while Mrs. C watched from the kitchen. On warm days, lunch or dinner was consumed outside. It was also a very popular place for barbecues.
Inside, the kitchen and family room as well as the bathroom and one of the bedrooms on the upper level overlooked what was commonly termed as the "Great Space." This was the downstairs living room used for watching TV and entertaining. Large glass sliding doors led to the back garden (the scene of 'Nicky's retribution.') and swimming pool. The parent's bedroom was to the very end of the downstairs room on the left, below Nicky's room. A small staircase on the extreme left led to a landing some 15 feet above the Great Space. The door to Nicky's bedroom was just to the left of this landing.
"Get the ropes out!"
The way the house was designed led to a very unusually shaped room. A large closet was on the right as you entered. The closet doors, which were at one end of the closet, in the corner of the room, were only four feet wide but the closet extended the entire length of the wall, some 15 feet - therefore it made a great and very dark hidey space. Her bed was also on the right, overlooking the small window. Additionally, the floor abruptly ended several paces also to the left-hand side. Timber panels rose some three feet or so then the floor continued as before. The ceiling was only four or five feet overhead at this point. It sloped downwards to end only 2 feet above the floor on the far left-hand side. The area could be curtained off, creating a very cosy and private space for guests to stay over. A large mattress occupied most of this space. This was where we spent the majority of time tying each other up, behind the 'privacy' of the curtains. However, Mrs. C would occasionally pop up just to make sure we were OK and that there was no rough stuff going on.
At the time of these games, Nicky's eldest brother had already moved out of home and her younger brother, R with whom she used to have to share her room with, consequently moved into the downstairs bedroom with the one remaining older brother, giving Nicky (and myself!) the privacy we had long hungered for.
Laughing and panting, we tumbled into to the privacy of Nicky's room and firmly shut the door behind us.
"C'mon lets get the ropes out!" I impatiently exclaimed. The first order of business was always for Nicky to drag out the box of ropes that she kept hidden well out of sight in the closet. They were invariably messily jumbled and tangled in the box because it never occurred to either of us to neatly coil the ropes up and pack them away - we just threw them in higgledy-piggledy upon the conclusion of our tying up competitions.
Preparations
Therefore, before we could do any tying at all, we both had to sit down and neatly coil up and sort the huge tangle of ropes into various lengths. Over the years both Nicky and myself had secretly amassed an imposing amount and variety of ropes. We never minded taking the time to do this. In hindsight, I think this only helped add to the excitement and anticipation of the tying up to come. We both knew that once we had finished tidying up Nicky's huge rope collection, it would be time to begin roping each other up.
While we busied ourselves sorting out the ropes, we chatted about almost everything and anything in the way that young kids do before getting around to discussing the footy, much to my great discomfort. (Cultural note3: In Australia and particularly my home state of Victoria, we follow "Australian Rules" football, which is a very fast and exciting game. Players are allowed to dispose of the oval shaped ball by either foot or handball but are required to kick it in order to score 'goals' or 'behinds'. We call England's own football code 'soccer')
The reason for my discomfort was because I barracked for the current bottom-of-the-ladder side, St.Kilda, known as the "Saints" while Nicky supported the top side, Carlton, the "Blues" who ultimately were to win the 1979 VFL Premiership that year. Naturally, Nicky rarely missed an opportunity to tease me about our form, or as was more usually the case, the lack of it! She also used to constantly remind me that I should barrack for a good side like her beloved "Navy Blues."
There were just 12 sides in the then VFL, which is now known as the AFL. There are now 16 sides in the AFL competition, five of them from interstate. And St.Kilda still has yet to win that elusive premiership! Meanwhile, Carlton has added four more Premiership cups to its trophy cabinet. Aargh. How do you think that makes me feel? I was still suckling inside my mother when we won our last (and only) flag so at least I can technically claim I was alive when that happy event occurred!
The bet
Eventually, once we had nearly finished untangling and sorting the ropes into various lengths, Nicky reminded me, "Don't forget it's my turn to be tied up first."
Slightly miffed that Nicky should have to remind me like that, I replied, " Of course I haven't forgotten"
" I bet I get free this time." she boasted. "Remember last week?"
I certainly did. The last tie up had been a disaster - I'd been experimenting with a new position and Nicky had somehow wriggled, slithered and eventually slipped her way to eventual freedom and my humiliation. (She was a very flexible, limber and supple girl, thanks to her ballet training) I spent the next hour or so in a very tight hogtie as her reward for allowing her to escape like that as per the rules. She'd also gagged me extra tight to stifle any complaints I may have had.
"I bet you don't," I snapped back.
Unruffled, Nicky calmly replied, "Wanna bet?"
"What?"
"Well… when I escape," Nicky stated with complete assurance, "you can buy me a bar of chocolate." That girl was the most amazing chocoholic. Nicky really loved chocolate and she would say or do anything to get her hands on some. Equally surprisingly, she never seemed to get fat either, considering the amount of chockies she used to put away - with my willing help! Actually, I will be honest and admit I also have a major kind of a sweet tooth too. I always have, always will. You know you have a big problem when you are on first name terms with your dentist.
"Don't worry, you won't escape!! No way you will get free," I added. "When I win, you can stay tied up for an extra hour. Plus you shout the choccy too. OK?"
"Let's see about that," Nicky chided. "That's what you said the last time too! Mason, never count your chickens before they hatch! Well," glancing at the neatly looped and coiled piles of rope, "are you ready to begin tying me up?" she asked, crossing her hands behind her back for added emphasis.
Nicky is tied up…
"Not so fast!" I exclaimed, "not like that. Get off the mattress and stand up on the floor," I peremptorily ordered.
Puzzled, Nicky asked, "Why?"
"You'll find out" I replied, clambering downwards onto the floor some few feet below me. Obediently, still plainly mystified by my request, Nicky followed. I had, in fact already decided how I wanted to tie Nicky up several nights ago - now was the time to put my planning into effect. I had spent a lot of time thinking about this.
"Ok, put your hands in front of you." I said. Nicky's eyes widened in surprise for conventional wisdom dictated that hands be tied behind the back. Up until now, I had never shown any great imagination in our tying up competitions, which used to earn me considerable criticism from her. At that point, I suppose you could describe myself as competent but basically conservative and Nicky skilled and imaginative when it came to tying each other up.
"Let the games begin!" I exclaimed as I began looping rope around Nicky's slender wrists, which I had placed facing palm to palm rather than crossed as usual. After looping the rope around her wrists about six or seven times, I tightly cinched the rope binding her wrists and knotted it out of reach. Nicky's eyes grew huge with apprehension as I repeated the same method just above her elbows, making them meet in the process. As I have already said earlier, Nicky used to study ballet. Therefore, she had a very flexible and limber body through long hours spent at the barre, which meant she could easily endure all kinds of unusual tie-ups many others could not.
"Yes, I teased, "You know you've had it already! And I haven't even begun yet!" I took another medium length of rope and attached it to the cinching between her wrists, and let the remaining ends drop to the floor.
Blessed silence…
"What are you doing?" she asked, without any real vehemence in her voice. (playing her role to the maximum) "This is too tight - what are you doing?"
"You talk too much," I stated, selecting a piece of cloth from the pile on the bed.
"No, no... Don't ga… Mmmphfhhh… " I stuffed the cloth in her mouth. I held it in place with my left hand while I picked up another longer strip of cloth and used it to tightly cleave gag her. Under the rules, Nicky had to cooperate so she stood there, head bowed in defeat as I finished gagging her with yet another strip of cloth, which I wound around and around and over the original cleave gag, silencing her for the duration.
After I finished gagging Nicky, I tied a long piece of rope around her waist and knotted it in front. I attached another piece of rope to her waist rope and passed it between her thighs, back over the waist rope behind her back, around in front. I repeated the same procedure and passed it back between her thighs again and knotted every thing off in back, forming a tight and very effective crotchrope. ( Although I never really understood at the time why she liked having a crotch rope tied on herself so much at the time, I knew Nicky used to really love being tied like that so I was always happy to oblige )
In the closet she goes!
I used two more separate pieces of rope above and below her budding breasts, (leaving her arms free) each one wound around her very tightly around five or six times. I took another piece of rope and tied it to the lower of her two chest ropes and looped it over her shoulders, passed it under the chest ropes in back and over the other shoulder to the ropes in front. Back over again - and to ensure the harness did not slip up her body, I passed the rope ends under and over the T junction of her crotch ropes in back, tightening them just a little. Back over the other shoulder again - knotted the ropes in front and passed again around the T-junction of her crotch rope in front, tightening them even more.
This time Nicky did go "Oo, oooo, Ooh!" But the look in her eyes told me how much she was enjoying being tied up like this.
"Ok, your legs now" I said. Methodically and carefully, I took my own sweet time tying and cinching ropes around her ankles, knees and thighs. I knew perfectly well that she would really be wondering why I was tying her up like this, hands in front, arms 'free' to boot, but I decided not to tell her.
I marched her over to the large closet and pushed all the clothes hanging on the fixed overhead rail to one side. Before making her get in, I placed a couple of thick soft pillows on the floor and told her to kneel on them. Giving me a quizzical gaze, she obediently knelt, clearly wondering what I had in mind for her.
I took the rope dangling from between her already tightly bound wrists and looped it over the rail. Nicky's eyes suddenly opened wide as she realised my intention. "Yes," I laughed. "I'm going to tie the rope up here. No way you'll be able to get at it up there" I pulled gently but firmly, forcing Nicky's bound hands high above her head. Once she was straining for balance on her knees, I tightly knotted it off to the railing.
I take extra precautions
While I was doing so, Nicky instinctively and slightly shifted position, presumably to give her better balance or simply to ease the pressure of her body weight on her knees. It was then that I realised the potentially fatal weakness in the way I had tied her up.
There was a good chance, knowing Nicky like I did, that she would be able to somehow wriggle her way to a standing position and untie the rope attaching her hands to the clothes rail. For a moment I was stuck - I could not decide what to do, until it occurred to me that I should get her feet off the ground and leave her balancing on her knees. So I attached another piece of rope to the cinching between her bound ankles, while a very thoroughly gagged Nicky peered at me as best as she could over her shoulder.
I pulled on it forcing her feet off the floor and shifting her whole weight and balance onto her knees, whereupon I tied the other end off to her chest ropes in back. The best I can describe this position would be to say that it was a standing 'semi - hogtie'
Feeling extremely pleased with myself with the way I had tied up Nicky like that, I closed the closet door but not before uttering the timeless cliché so beloved of everyone who has ever tied someone up, "Have fun! Don't go away!" Then, " You have half an hour to escape… if not you owe me!!"
Typhoon!
I promptly turned off the closet light and shut the doors plunging Nicky into stygian darkness. After I shut the door on her, I flopped down on her bed and wished it were me who was tied up like that. I could not help thinking that this was the best I had ever tied anyone up before. Before settling down to read the latest "Richie Rich" comic, the very same comic once banned in communist Russia as decadent, (I used to be a big RR fan) I checked my watch. It was now around 10 or so in the morning - it had taken me just over half an hour to tie Nicky up.
It wasn't long before I needed to go to the toilet and get something to drink because I was really thirsty by now so I hauled myself off the bed and headed outside. As I walked down the stairs, I pretended to myself that I was a old sea captain, master of a beautiful Chinese wool clipper sailing ship caught in a violent typhoon (referred as a 'hurricane' in the US) The wooden stairway rocked and heaved as the giant green foaming waves caught the ship and tossed it about like a cork. The wind howled and screamed through the rigging high above me.
Once I had reached the relative safety of the lower deck, I encountered the crusty old bosun (actually Mrs. C) She spoke: "What are you wearing your raincoat for?"
I explained to her that I was a sailing captain and that my ship had been caught in a terrible typhoon. I warned her that we might sink because the storm was so bad.
"Oh I see," she said, apparently quite unperturbed. (What a cool lady!) Suddenly concerned, she asked if Nicky was all right. Not "You haven't tied her up too tight?" or anything like that. She knew that we could be trusted to be careful. I replied in the affirmative - that she was just fine!
Nicky loses the bet
"I'm glad to hear that. Well, lunch will be ready at around twelve or so. But why don't you take a drink up for Nicky? She must be getting thirsty by now."
"No worries" She strolled around to the kitchen on the other side of the kitchen bench where I was standing and got out a couple of cans of Coke (I used to drink industrial quantities of the stuff in my younger days) for us both. Drinks in hand, I negotiated my way through the storm lashed decks into the safety and privacy of the master's cabin in the stern. The rain hammering on the roof above only served to add an extra touch of realism to my fantasy.
By now, it was nearly forty-five minutes since I had tied up and shut Nicky in the closet so I decided it was time to check up on her and see if she was OK. Having been shut in darkness for so long, her eyes unused to the bright light, she blinked quite rapidly as I opened the closet door. She was still tied as tightly as I had left her. I could not help feeling awfully satisfied that she had not been able to escape this time - this was definitely one of the best 'tie-ups' I had done to date.
Smirking, I commented, "I see you're still here! What was that you were saying about escaping earlier? Heyyyy…."
Nicky whuffled indignantly from behind her gag and twisted about in her tight bonds, but to no avail. I knew she would want to tie me up extra tight as pay back for that but I didn't care - by now I was aching to be tied up too.
"Well… I think you owe me one now. Looking forwards to that choccy already," I teased her. Realising how tightly I had tied her up, I then asked her if she was OK
Nicky untied
Nicky shook her head - no. I was surprised, because she normally really enjoyed being tied up for long periods of time. I asked her if she was comfortable. Again she shook her head, emphatically signalling no!
"Do you want me to untie you now?" Nicky vehemently nodded - yes!
As far as I was (and still am) concerned, bondage should be a fun thing not some kind of torture for the "victim." Of course the essential nature of bondage means that the person being tied up will not be 100% comfortable, but then that is part of its appeal. It is all about restraint. The timeless theme of the lovely damsel in distress tightly bound and gagged at the mercy of her captors. This is what makes it so exciting to its devotees. The bottom line is that both parties should be able to enjoy themselves, not just one or the other. If Nicky was genuinely uncomfortable, then no way I was going to be cruel and torment her by leaving her tied up.
Quickly, I untied the rope connecting her feet to her back before untying the rope hoisting her arms up high above her head to the clothes rail. Nicky moaned with relief as I lowered her arms in front of her. I gently helped Nicky out of the closet and unbound her legs. Somewhat stiffly, for Nicky had been tied up for nearly an hour by now, she walked rather wobbily the few short paces to the bed and flopped down on it. She held out her arms for me to untie. After untying her arms, I took off her gag. Gasping with relief, for she had been gagged for a long time now, Nicky gulped down the Coke her mother had so thoughtfully provided before saying anything.
"Ohhh… That's better!" she exclaimed, "I was just SOOOO thirsty!"
"Feel better now?" I asked.
A little reminder - its my turn!
"Oh yes! Much!" Nicky replied, "You know Mason, that was awfully tight, the way you tied me up like that…"
"It didn't hurt you, did it?" I asked, suddenly worried that I may have hurt her.
"Oh no, it didn't hurt," she reassured me, "But I was starting to get really uncomfortable after a while - my arms were really beginning to ache so bad. My knees were also starting to feel a bit sore too"
"Oh right," I nodded sympathetically.
"Don't get me wrong, I liked it but it was just a bit too tight that was all." Suddenly she grinned, that wonderful infectious smile I used to find so captivating. "But I reckon you got me pretty good!"
"Oh for sure," I enthused, "But you still owe me that choccy now plus you still have to spend another hour tied up because you did not escape."
"Sure!" she readily agreed. "Why don't you tie me up at lunch time?"
"Now that's a great idea," I said, "I can pretend that I'm a pirate and I have kidnapped you for ransom"
"Hey yes! But how could anyone afford my ransom? I'm so beautiful," she sighed theatrically. I still remember the way she used to talk like that.
"You'd better hope they do," I leant over and sneered, "Or… you simply… vanish! Permanently," I added for extra emphasis and to get my point across.
"Ooo…" Nicky pretended to shrink away from me in terror
Suddenly impatient with all this talk, I reminded Nicky that it was my turn to be tied up. By now, I really wanted to be tied up. I loved the way it felt being tied up.
"Ok," she agreed, a wicked gleam suddenly appearing in her eyes. I did not like that look one little bit at all - it spelt trouble for me! "Let me think about this - I have to decide how to tie you up," she said, picking up a long length of rope and beginning to untangle it
Preparations commence for an ocean voyage
"Are you going to take that off?" I asked.
"Take what off?" Nicky asked.
"Take that off" I replied, indicating Nicky's crotch rope, which she had forgotten to untie.
"Aah, no," she replied. She must have seen the slight look of surprise in my face for she rationalised her decision to leave her crotch rope tied on by saying, "It feels nice." Thoughtfully, "I like it."
"Ok" I saw nothing terribly unusual about it at the time for I loved the way the ropes felt on me while tied up. It was not until years later that I realised….
We spent the next few minutes sorting out and untangling the ropes that were about to be used to tie me up! Meanwhile I got increasingly excited at the delicious prospect of being tied up.
"By the way, why are you still wearing your raincoat?" she asked.
Because I was too embarrassed to admit the only reason I was still wearing it was because I liked the 'plasticky' feel of my yellow vinyl raincoat so much, I provided her with much the same explanation that I had already given Mrs. C. "Haven't you noticed the way its blowing out there? I'm wearing this in case I get called out on deck. There's a chance our ship might sink…" I added ominously.
"Oh I see," Nicky said. She got up and theatrically lurched over to the streaming window in the stern. Acting out her part to perfection, Nicky shuddered and said, "The waves are HUGE! I have never seen them so big before! Maybe you're right. I really should wear mine too - just in case" Nicky walked, or rather staggered over to the closet and pulled out her matching yellow plastic raincoat and tightly buttoned it up, before drawing up the drawstring hood around her face. I loved the way she stood there in her own plastic raincoat - I thought she looked wonderful!
After donning her raincoat and sitting next to me on the bed, we finished untangling and neatly coiling the ropes for use on me.
All tied up!
"Ok!" Nicky exclaimed. "Stand up!"
Obediently, I stood up and put my hands behind my back for her to begin binding me. Nicky wasted no time in tying and cinching my hands behind my back, knotting the rope ends off well out of reach of my fingers. My elbows followed next. I was not anywhere near as flexible as Nicky but she could still get them (my elbows) very close together. One very good thing about the plastic raincoat I was wearing - it covered my you-know what beautifully. I decided I should wear it more often for just that reason while being tied up. Never mind that the bright yellow plastic material looked and felt so good as well!
After she had taken care of my arms in this manner, Nicky further immobilised them by tying and cinching several very long lengths of rope below my shoulders and just above my elbows, lashing my arms to my body. The last piece of rope was looped and tied at waist height pinioning my wrists to my back. I could hardly believe the way the ropes looked and pressed so insistently against the plastic material of my raincoat.
Nicky knelt down on the floor and quickly tied my ankles and knees together, pulling and cinching the ropes as hard as she could - she was obviously still smarting from losing the bet.
Right on cue, I complained, "That's too tight!"
As soon as the words left my mouth Nicky stopped roping my thighs together. "Oh, is it?" she said unsympathetically, "Well lets see what I can do about that. Open your mouth"
"No way!" I cheekily said waiting to see what she would do or say in response.