A Trip to my Aunt’s: Part 2 The Arrival

Postby jennifer » Mon May 04, 2009 6:52 pm

There seem to be a better response for wanting me to work on this story rather than the other one on my site so, I am going to post this one here. Enjoy.

The car rolled on for the better part of an hour before my mother finally brought us to a stop. We hadn’t quite arrived at our final destination yet, but my mother pulled over into a small parking lot and brought the car to a halt. I knew the reason for the brief interlude. While some of my senses were blocked, namely felling and tasting, I still smell pretty well. It was clear from where I was sitting that my little sister needed a pit stop. The location of our stop was at the rear of a parking restaurant along the rode side. The lot was vacant and well hidden from the sight of the main road line. The eatery didn’t open for business until evening and this morning we found the place a little deserted. My mom exited the car and came around to the side door to attend to my sister’s need.

My mother retrieved the diaper bag from the rear of the van and proceeded to place a changing pad on the floor of the car next to where my sister’s car seat was stationed. Then she unstrapped Amy and went about changing her. The process took a couple of minutes before my mother deposited the plastic thing in the trash can next to where she had stopped the car and finished getting my sister reseated in her car seat. She refastened Amy’s harness and clicked it into place before closing the side door. I expected her to get back in the driver’s seat and take off, but instead my mother circled around the back of the car and began making her way to the door on the other side where I was seated. She opened the door and climbed in next to me.

“Sorry about taking so long on that Jen. I just needed to find a suitable place to stop. I knew this restaurant would be vacant this time of day and would have a trash can we could use.” We had eaten here a few times over the years on the way to and from my aunt. My mother had experience with there opening and closing times. “So, how are you holding up back here?” I mmmphd into the gag a couple of times and tried to shrug my shoulders. “How about some fresh air?” My mother asked and I quickly nodded my head at the offer. It took my mom a minute or two to work the rope and handkerchief off of my mouth. Sean had done a decent job and it was secured very well to my face. I could still breath through it, and my nose for that matter, but that didn’t mean I cared for it. Once the outer bandana was removed, I worked the wadded up ones in my mouth out and let them fall on my lap. I drew in a couple of deep breaths before I responded to any of my moms questions.

“Thanks, I am glad to have that out of my mouth.” The gag hadn’t been anything painful, but my mouth was getting a little sore from having all that bunched up in there for so long. “Sorry about tricking you like this Jen. I know that you wanted to stay home today with Sean. But, he is having a whole his group of friends over to work on their class project and I didn’t want you to be in the way for them.” My mom apologized for the whole ordeal. “He didn’t know how to tell you that you had to go with me. So, he came up with this whole little scheme and I allowed him to follow through with it. I hope your not too mad at me. You were coming along either way, this was just a little more indiscrimiantate of your brother than having to have him side with me directly.” I nodded as the explanation sunk in. Sean didn’t want to hurt my feelings about my having to come on this trip, but he really needed me out of the house today. I really wasn’t mad at my mother or older brother. I had been a little annoyed when we first left the house, but I had gotten over it as the day moved forward.

I took a couple of more deep breaths and let my mother know that I was okay with the whole thing. I also explained how I had managed to leave my game boy on my bed earlier. My mother let out a rather loud chuckle at the situation. “Oh, so that was what you were making all the noise about earlier. I just thought you were mad about getting tricked into going. I returned her laugh, the whole thing seemed pretty funny when you took it in perspective. It is amazing how a little bit of body language, 3 bandanas and a piece of rope can cause a real lack of communication. Amy joined in our laughter. She probably had now idea about what was going on, but she read into the emotions. “Well, Jen sorry about your game boy. If we weren’t so far out I would go back and get it for you.” I nodded again. I had already accepted that I wouldn’t have it this weekend. My mother asked me again about my circumstances.

“Are you sure your alright back here? Do you want me to untie you at all or is there anything I can do to make you a little more comfortable?” My mother asked as I sat there well secured. “Yeah, don’t put the gag back in. I hate not being able to talk. You can untie me when we get there, I should be fine until then.” I was a little stiff from the ropes at this point, but it wasn’t anything uncomfortable and I was having fun with the whole thing. If I had to make this little car trip, at least I could do it tied up. “Shouldn’t be a problem, as long as you don’t make too much noise. I hate backseat driver.” My mother said with a little chuckle as she collected the bandanas from where they had fallen onto the seat. I could tell from the tone in her voice that she was kidding about putting the gag back in. My mother never really tied me up in the first place. Even if I asked her to. She left that to my siblings and a few of my closer friends.

With that finished, my mother closed the slide door of the car and circled back around the driver’s seat. Then we continued on our way to our destination. The rest of the trip was a lot more pleasant. My mother turned off the radio and the two of talked back and fourth. It was nice having the gag out and being able to communicate again. Amy added a few words and random sounds as we went along. Nothing constructive, but she wanted to be part of the group. The remainder of the trip took us almost another 45 minutes to complete before we pulled off the road to the house where my aunt lived.

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My mom maneuvered the car into the driveway and pulled us to a stop before switching it into park. My mother circled around the side door of the car and began by getting Amy out of her car seat. She shifted my little sister onto one hip and closed the door with her hand. Then, she circled around the back of the vehicle and popped the rear hatch door open. There were a few duffle bags in the back of the van. Nothing fancy. Each of us had a bag with a couple of changes of clothes and Amy and I each had a few toys with us as well. There were also some other things that my mother had packed as well. In total, probably 5 bags and a parcel. “Sit tight for a minute Jen, I am going to go and drop your sister off in the house. Then I will come back for you and the rest of the stuff.” My mother instructed me. I nodded and told her I would try to comply with her request. After all, there really wasn’t all that much else that I could do.

My aunt Bonnie as I will call her hear lived in a more rural part of the state than we did. She didn’t live on a farm like my grand parents up in Pennsylvania did. However, she had several acres of land and a lake on her lot along with the large house. Her driveway was more than 100 feet long from the edge of the rode and her nearest neighbor was at least 200 yards away from where we were. My mother felt more than safe enough leaving me by myself for a few minutes despite the ropes binding my hand and feet. She took the lightest of the bags and departed for the main house for through the garage. It was almost 8 or 10 minutes before she returned to check on me again. Apparently, my aunt had met her at the door and the two of them has talked for quite a while before my mother remembered my current perdicament out in the car.

The side door of the car slid open an my mother stepped up next to where I was seated. The first thing she did was undo the normal seat belt that my brother hand fastened over me. The belt retracted to the side of the car without much fuss and I was finally free of it. Once the seat belt had retracted, my mom went about the process of removing the vest harness from around the top half of my body. It took her a few minutes in the cramped space. However, she finally managed to release me from it and deposited the harness over on the seat next to where I was sitting. Once the straps were released and I was separated from the car, my mother looked over the mess of ropes that my brother had used to secure me for the trip down. I could tell from watching her where I was seated that it was more than she had originally thought I was tied up. The real problem seemed where to begin.

The rope work on my hand wasn’t all that complex, it was just a mess to untie everything that Sean had done to me earlier. “Do, you want me to untie your hands first and leave the rest to you? It’s a little cramped in the car to get behind you.” My mother asked as she surveyed the situation from the side door of the van. “Just get my feet and you can untie me the rest of the way once we’re inside the house.” I replied to the question my mother was posing under the circumstances. My mother agreed with me and set out to work on getting my legs free of the two coils of rope around my knees and ankles. While my hands were a mess because of the rope around my waist, the process of freeing my legs was rather straight forward. My mother proceeded by untying my knees and then my ankles. Once the ropes were released, I shifted my ankles against each other to work out some of the stiffness from the ride down. My mother allowed me a moment before we continued pursuing the matter.

My mother helped to support me and aided me in keeping my balance as I went about the process of exiting the van. Trying to walk with your hand tied behind your back in a confined space can be rather tricky. I had more experience at it than most girls my age, but I still needed to be careful. After a few moments of shifting around I managed to step out the side door of the van with my mother’s help. My mother collected the two loose pieces of rope from the van floor and pocketed them before closing the side door with a solid thud. I didn’t wait for her to finish the task. By the time she turned to the location she believed I was standing, I was already making my way towards the open garage a good 20 paces ahead of her. My aunt was standing at the door connecting the garage to the rest of the house holding my little sister. She was content to stand by quietly and watch our the episode unfold before her. I finished closing the distance quickly as my mother began bringing up the rear of our arriving party.

I almost tripped forward as I tried to mount the step leading up from the garage and into the house. I lost my balance from the lack of being able to use my hands and fell forward. An outstretched hand from my aunt caught me and compensated my fall forward allowing me to catch my balance. “Well, it’s nice to see you too Jennifer. You don’t visit all that often. Still you need to be more careful about running when you hands are tied.” My aunt offered with a warm smile and a quiet chuckle my way. I could tell that she was just joking around from the tone of her voice. The whole situation unfolded as my mother caught up. I expected a scolding, but my mother just joined in the laughter. Even Amy was laughing at my little perdicament. I not sure she understood it at the moment, but she knew all of us were laughing and probably just joined in for the fun of it. “Come on in and we’ll talk for a while.” My aunt instructed as she lead the way through the door and into her living room. My mother and I followed in after her.

My aunt knew about the games that my siblings and I played. She and my mother had similar encounters when they were growing up. She had even shared a few of the stories of them with me over the years. Something my mother did much less often. Seeing me tied up wasn’t a big deal for her. The four of us headed into the living room and had a seat around the furniture. My mother and aunt took a seat on the couch next to each other and my aunt passed my little sister back to my mother. I took up a seat on an easy chair next to the side of the sofa. I hopped up and scooted backwards so that I could rest easily against the back of the chair. Then, it began as it always did. My mother and my aunt began to talk.

This was the hi point of their visit. My mother made the trip out here at least every other week when she could so that they could just sit and visit. My aunt never was much of a phone person, so they usually talked in person. The conversation took off without much notice of me or my little sister. They talked about work and other things of interest to them. Politics, the weather, holiday and vacation plans, the list went onwards. Most of it was not all that interesting to an 11 year old of my age. Still, under the circumstances, there really wasn’t all that much I could do about it. This is why I preferred to stay home when I could. I loved my aunt, but she didn’t have any kids and there really wasn’t much for me to do around here. The only TV was in the living room and I wasn’t usually allowed to watch it why they were talking. After a while, they would usually move to the kitchen so that I could watch something. However, most of the good cartoons were over by the time they usually left.

I kept thinking that I could be playing my game boy right now if it weren’t for two things. Mainly that my hands were tied and the game boy was in another county. Bonnie noticed after a while that I was getting bored and tried bringing me into the conversation. She asked me how school was and about a few other things going on in my life. My report was short sweet and simple. After a few minutes of talking elapsed, I ran out of good material to contribute to the conversation. I shifted my feet uncomfortably out of boredom. “Maybe you should have kept her feet tied together, at least that way she wouldn’t have come bounding in here like that.” My aunt commented looking over at my captivity. My mom looked over at me shifting about and replied to the inquiry. “Nope sis, I don’t usually get involved in that any more. They do enough tying each other up without my help.” My mom offered with a smile. “Unless of course they need my help with an escape.” My mom shot offer. I picked up the implication in her voice.

I nodded and got up from the chair. I was more than ready to be free of the ropes that secured my hands. I crossed the short distance from the chair to the couch and turned my back to my mother. She looked over the ropes for a minute after handing Amy over to my aunt. It took her a minute to sort everything out. My aunt watched as my mother went about the process of untying me slowly and steadily. After watching my mom sort through the tangle for a couple of minutes, my aunt set Amy down on the sofa and proceeded to lend a hand to the process. A moment or two later I pulled my hands out of the coils of rope and began to work some circulation back into them. After my hands were free and I felt a little less stiff, my mother gave me leave to depart from the room and go play someplace else. I worked my way down the hallway to the dinning room where she left my suitcase to see what I could find in it to amuse myself while my elders continued their conversation. I dug through the bag and found my list of options was a rather short one.

I had a few books and my collection of game boy game cartridges. They were worth about as much as building blocks right now. My heart sunk, it was going to be a long day with nothing to do. That was the last thought that flowed through my mind as the day began to move forward. Little did I know that what lay ahead in my fate of the day. However, that’s what I am going to save for next time.

Re: A Trip to my Aunt’s: Part 2 The Arrival

Postby mcsproot » Tue May 05, 2009 10:46 am

Looks like a love of tie up games is inherited then :D

Can't wait for the next part :D
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