
CHAPTER 1
"Brady, these knots are crap," Amy said, slipping out of the scarf cuffs Brady had made. "Your turn," she said, glumly. Brady put his hands behind his back, and she began to tie, but the scarf just fell loose. "This is boring," he said, frowning.
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I sat watching the TV, with Alexis right next to me. "Hey, Alexis, we're supposed to be babysitting Brady and Amy. We haven't really spent any time with them." Amy thought for a second. "Yah, let's take them to skyzone or something," Amy said. We both walked upstairs and found the two kids in their bedroom... tying each other up? "Uhh, what's going on here?" I asked, motioning to Brady, whose wrists were "tied," if you could even call it that. "Yeah, what are you doing?" Alexis asked. Amy hesitated, then said, "We were trying to tie each other up, but we can't make good knots." Alexis smiled. We tied each other up all the time. They needed to show these kids how it was done. "Okay guys, while your parents are gone for the weekend, Issac here, will be our slave." Amy said. I nodded.
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"First lesson: How to tie a knot!" Alexis said. I put my hands behind my back. Alexis took a scarf, looped it around my wrists 3 times, then tied it off. Next, she took another scarf and looped it in the middle, then cinched the knot out of grasp. Brady and Amy were watching carefully while Alexis bound my wrists. Next, she tied my ankles the same way she tied my wrists. "Lesson 2: The hogtie," she said, pushing me so my stomach hit the floor. She then tied a short length of scarf from my wrists to my ankles. "When you do this, your captive cannot move," she said, tipping me on my side. I tried to move, but the knots held firm. Brady spoke up and said, "When can we get to the extreme bondage, like in the movies with the hoods, and rope and stuff?" "Do you guys own any such things?" Alexis asked. "We can search," Amy suggested, and they left the room, leaving me hogtied on the floor.
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They came back with bandanas, scarves, cellophane, tape, strings of leather, outfits with hoods with rings on top to connect to things, zip ties, layers of clothes and make-up tips for women, leashes and collars, a dog cage, and some hard and soft straitjackets. "Where'd you get all that?" I asked in awe. "Bondage hypermarket. Being a slave is embarrassing chiz," Alexis said, smiling. I could sense my dignity on the line...