John Sandman F/mf

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Apr 24, 2013 2:16 pm

“John Sandman is 13 years old, has dark, shoulder length hair, about average height and is athletically built and was dressed in dark blue, bibbed jeans, white armless t-shirt, and western-styled boots, at the time of his disappearance.
He was last seen walking along Main Street, on his way to visit relatives who says he never got there.
If you have any information regarding the disappearance of 13 year-old John Sandman, please contact the nearest police station, or the state-police headquarters.”

John listened to the message from the police, which had been broadcasted on the radio several times during the last couple of hours. He was pretty sure it was to be repeated on TV, when the broadcasts started, later on that night.
“They will never find me; will they?” he asked the woman standing next to him, while trying to make his hands, which were crossed and snugly tied together behind the back of the chair he was sitting in, a little less uncomfortable. His legs were tied together at the knees and ankles.
She looked down at him and smiled.
“I don’t think so, love; unless I nail a big map on the door of the police-station, with a big, bright red, cross marking out this place and put another one on the roof of it, and place out several signs saying: ‘He’s HERE’!
As you know, I don’t respect the sheriff of this town; never have, and never will.
I’m certain he came from the lower end of his class at the academy.” His aunt let out a deep sigh, rolled her eyes, and looked down at him. “I know he’s my son and your father and all that, but I still think he’s quite useless! Now, let me just check if the knot still is secure enough, and then I’ll go start dinner.” She went behind his back, and he could feel her tugging at the rope holding his wrists together.
“Good! It is still holding firm,” she said, before checking the ropes on his knees and ankles.
When she had put a big wad of cloth in his mouth, and tied a long strip around his head to hold it in, she left him alone.

He started thinking about what had happened. He had been on his way to visit his aunt, who lived alone in a big ranch-style house just outside town all right, when she had picked him up, as they had arranged.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” she had asked.
“Yes, I’m sure.” he had replied.
“O.K; good! I’ve prepared everything so if you just sit in the chair, as soon as you come through the door, I’ll take care of everything else; OK?”
“O.K, aunty May!” he had replied, knowing those words would be the last ones he would be able to say, for quite some time.
They got to her house and he ran inside, sitting down in the chair she had placed in the middle of the living-room, in front of the TV. He put his arms through the slats in the back, crossed his wrists, and pressed his legs together.
When his aunt came through the door he, without her having to tell him, opened his mouth as wide as possible. She had been carrying several coils of rope, which she now put on the floor in front of him.
“Right,” she said. “Let’s start by silencing you, shall we?” She took a big handkerchief, rolled it into a ball, and only just managed to squeeze it between his teeth. She took a long strip of fabric and tied it around his head before picking up the first of the three ropes, which would, effectively, make him her prisoner, for the time being. She wound it several times around his crossed wrists, both horizontally and vertically, and tied it off in a place where he could get at it, however not without having to work a bit. Then she wound ropes around his knees and ankles, again placing the knots where he couldn’t easily get at them. She told him what she had done, stressing the fact that he could get free, but he would have to work a bit.
“And besides,” she said, “I’ll be here if you get into trouble! Now; for act two of our little drama.”

She went and called her son, the sheriff, on the phone.
“I don’t know where John is!” she sobbed, her acting worthy of an Academy Award ‘For best actress in a drama’. “He was supposed to have been here an hour ago. No; I don’t know what he’s wearing, or when he left home; do I? You’ll have to ask that wife of yours! You do that! You call me the minute you hear anything; you hear?”
She hung up the receiver, and took the gag out of his mouth.
“That ought to keep him occupied for a while. Now, are you comfortable like that?” She smiled down at him and he smiled back.
“Yes, aunt,” he said, “I am.”
“That’s good. In a few minutes I’m going to put you in a situation which might, just might, be a bit uncomfortable for you. But I can assure you; it will be worth it in the end! If you haven’t had enough, that is?”
“No, aunt,” he replied, “I certainly haven’t!”
“That’s my kind of boy!” his aunt proudly told him, put the gag back in his mouth and left to make another phone call, this time closing every door between him and the phone.

As promised, a couple of minutes later the door-bell rang. He could hear the door being opened, and then mumbling voices.
‘Wonder who it is?’ he thought. ‘I think it sounds just like a girl, but it can’t be; can it?’
But it could, and it was. It turned out to be his cousin Samantha.
She was wearing a knee-length denim skirt, leather boots and a short-sleeved, white frilly blouse.
When she saw him, she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Johnnie!” she gasped. “What are you doing here? And why are you tied to that chair? Mum, do you realize what you have done? The whole freaking town is out looking for him! They will all go ballistic, when I tell them where he is! TI-HI.”
“Yes,” her mother replied,” I know full well what I’ve done. To answer the rest of your questions; he is here because I invited him, and I tied him like that, because he asked me too. He’s been here most of the day, tied to that chair pretty much all the time. As far as you telling anyone where he is I’m afraid I, or rather we, can’t allow that. Grab that chair and put it beside his.”

Suddenly, Johns’ aunt had several coils of rope in her hands, a hankie and a long strip of cloth. She grabbed Samantha by her shoulder and pushed her into the chair. She quickly tied her to the chair. She then also gagged her the same way she had tied and gagged her nephew.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: John Sandman F/mf

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Apr 26, 2013 10:15 am

Suddenly, Johns’ aunt had several coils of rope in her hands, a hankie and a long strip of cloth. She grabbed Samantha by her shoulder and pushed her into the chair. She quickly tied her to it. She then also gagged her the same way she had tied and gagged her nephew.
John glanced over at his cousin, half expecting her to be scared or confused or, in a worst-case scenario, mad. But she was, in fact, none of those things; if anything she seemed to be enjoying herself almost as much as he was, if not more!
‘Girls,’ he sighed, confused. ‘It will take me a life-time to really understand them!’

After dinner, while she retied the kids, May asked John if he wanted to go home that night, or wait till the next day. The reply came instantly:
” I’d like to stay the night!”
“O.K,” May said. “You and Sam will have to share room, if that’s all right.”
Later that night, after having watched TV (Johns “abduction” having been the main news-story) May untied them and led them into Samantha’s bed-room, where she had put a camping-bed, and she had attached bed-straps to both beds. Furthermore, she had gotten hold of one of John’s footy pyjamas somehow, and the kids changed into their night clothes.
When they were done, both of them were dressed in footies, Sam’s bright pink with white lambs, and John’s dark blue with yellow stars. They were told to lie on their backs in their beds, and May thoroughly strapped them down; by their waists, ankles and wrists. She finished it off, by putting thumb-less, stiff mittens on their hands.
She asked them if they wanted sleeping-masks, and when Samantha said she did, John said he had never worn one before, but he would like to try, just because it would be a new experience.

May went over to a chest of drawers, and took out two black, leather masks. Then she took out a packet of cotton swabs, and came back to their beds.
“Observe closely what I’m doing to Sam,” she instructed John, “because I will do the same to you. Close your eyes, dear.” She put one of the masks over her daughter’s head. Just before carefully pulling it over her eyes, she put two swabs over her eyes.
“Can you see anything?” she asked.
“Nope; nothing at all,” Samantha cheerfully said.
She then did the same to John, and when he tried to open his eyes again, he found that the swabs over his eyes prevented him.
“I could put plugs in your as well, but I’m guessing you two have a lot to talk about, so I won’t just yet. How about I give you, let’s say, half an hour of Q & A-time, before I do?”
“That’s great mum,” Samantha said. “I’m not sure we need even that much time; but who knows?”
“No,” John said. “I think half an hour will be just about enough, to satisfy my curiosity.”
“Right, I’ll shut the door then; shall I? So you two can talk privately for the time being.”
“Yes please, mum.”

“The first question,” John began after hearing the door close, “would be: ‘How did it all begin?’ I suppose. Let’s start with the bed-straps.”
“Well,” Sam began, “it started way back; before I had started school, even.
I guess I must have been about four or five, when mum and dad began noticing I had episodes of sleep-walking. As my bedroom wasn’t on the ground floor then, as you might remember, they were afraid I’d fall down the stairs, or hurt myself in other ways. So they moved my bedroom down-stairs, thus eliminating the risk of me falling down the stairs, when I was walking in my sleep.
However, it wasn’t long before I learned to open doors and windows, even locked ones, in my sleep. God only knows how, but I did. So now, instead of them being afraid I would fall out of a window or down the stairs and hurt myself, they were worried I’d wonder into the forest, and get lost or hurt.
To make a long story short; they talked to a friend of theirs, who recommended they put straps on my bed. That way, I wouldn’t wander off anymore. To prevent me trying to wreck the locks in my sleep trying to get up, they also bought my first pair of mittens.
They have strapped me to the bed every night since then, because they just don’t want to take the chance of me starting to sleep-walk again.

Then, you might have noticed I wasn’t at all terrified, when mum tied me to the chair, earlier today? That’s because I once asked her to do so after having seen pictures of, and read stories about, tied up kids, years ago. I showed her the sites, and asked her if she would let me try. She agreed, but made it VERY clear; she or my dad was the only ones who would be allowed to tie me up, with the addition of my future husband.
Now, let’s talk about you. Tell me all about how, where and when did you get interested in tie-ups?”
John thought long and hard. Then he said:
“Well, that’ll be a rather short story. You see, I don’t have as long a history as you of being tied up; or having had as many opportunities, for that matter. Today was actually the first time I have ever been tied up, or strapped to the bed.
I kind of like the feeling of being strapped down, but I wonder what my parents will say when I tell them they will have to get bed-straps for my bed at home. They’ll probably go ballistic. They most likely will anyway, as I kind of forgot to tell them I was coming here.
Aunt May and I talked about it, a couple of weeks ago. Like you, I had found some web-sites with pictures of kids being kidnapped and tied up, and like you, I wanted to try. So we agreed to do so today, and here I am. I wonder, what’s going to happen tomorrow?”
“More of the same, I hope!” Samantha dreamingly said.
“I do, too.” John replied. At that moment, he felt his ears being plugged, and the world was silent.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: John Sandman F/mf

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Apr 26, 2013 11:47 am

Hallo now wait for next day. But not understand that with two swabs over eyes. I never form it befor. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: John Sandman F/mf

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Apr 26, 2013 12:42 pm

Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo now wait for next day. But not understand that with two swabs over eyes. I never form it befor. :)
Andrew

It makes the blindfold twice as effective.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: John Sandman F/mf

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Apr 26, 2013 2:44 pm

lasse672000 wrote:
Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo now wait for next day. But not understand that with two swabs over eyes. I never form it befor. :)
Andrew

It makes the blindfold twice as effective.

Hallo I had better search in google than try to translate. So I thought thing that you use for ears, not that for make up. :D
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: John Sandman F/mf

Postby sae226 » Sat Apr 27, 2013 10:00 am

Totally awesome story! Please don't stop! Need more! Thanks for writing!

Re: John Sandman F/mf

Postby Janbound » Sun May 26, 2013 2:04 pm

Shame no more. this was becoming a very good story

Re: John Sandman F/mf

Postby HelplessKev » Sun Jul 09, 2017 7:59 am

Yeah I was getting into that