## getting Started Part2

Post by stringsattached » Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:09 am

We got up the next morning around 7am. I showered and pulled on my two-piece swimsuit, (a red and blue strapless bikini) as we were planning to go swimming later in the morning. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a belly shirt over my suit and slipped on a pair of canvas sneakers as I headed down for breakfast.
Lizâ€™s mom was buzzing around the kitchen already dressed for work. A cup of coffee in one hand and a blaring blackberry in the other. Liz poured us both some juice and went about setting up two cereal bowls on the table. Putting down the coffee cup her mom announced that she was off to the office and that she would be checking in on us later. She reminded us that Mrs. Mason was just next-door if we needed anything. Bending down between us she gave us both a peck on the cheek and disappeared out to the garage.
So thatâ€™s it? I said. Yep. Said Liz. We are on our own for the rest of the day. So what do you want to do after we have our swim? I asked. Donâ€™t worry about that Liz said I have a full day planned. We finished our breakfast and washed up the dishes. Hang out a sec I will be right back Liz said and ran upstairs. A minute or so later the doorbell rang. Liz yelled down to me, get the door! It Kim and Shelly they are going with us. I opened the door to find Kim a tall slender red head with short straight red hair. Shelly was about my height with curly brown hair and rather large breasts. They were both wearing shorts Tâ€™s and sneakers. About the time I closed the door behind them I heard Liz calling us from upstairs. Can you guys come up here a sec??? Gee what does she want? Shelly said as she led the way up the stairs. Kim and I followed along. When we got to the second floor I heard Liz call â€˜UP HERE GUYS!â€™ from behind a door I assumed was a closet. Shelly opened the door and led us up a second set of stairs to what was a finished attic. On one side there was a big TV and a couple of sofas. The other side was set up as an exercise space with a weight bench, aerobics mats and a bunch of other exercise equipment. What are we doing here Lizzie? I asked. I thought we were going swimming? Well ---- I lied. She said. I just told you we were going swimming to get you into your swimsuit. My swimsuit? I donâ€™t understand. You see Myra, this attic is our playroom but we like to call it our dungeon. Your what? I asked. You see sweetie, Liz continued; this is where we tie each other up and this is where I want us to tie you up today. Suddenly thing became clear the demonstration last night, the friends over today the swimming story all a set up to tie me up. Why all the deception? Why didnâ€™t you just tell me you wanted to play a tie-up game, and why all the trouble to get me in my swimsuit? The swimsuit is standard attire for the victim Kim chimed in. Then Liz continued. Tell the truth Myra, IF I had told you that I wanted two of my friends and me to tie you up would you have agreed? She was smiling. I donâ€™t know I said. Look at it this was cousin. This way you can say you were kidnapped; you really hove no choice now do you? It was true I had no choice. By then the three of them were surrounding me each holding tape, rope and other stuff.
Give it up Myra said Liz, now take off your shirt! I hesitated. Kim yelled DO IT OR I WILL!! Stunned I pulled off my belly shirt. Liz approached me with a roll of silver duct tape and began to wrap my wrists like before. Shelly stepped up holding a piece of wet sponge in one hand; she pinched my cheeks with the other forcing my lips apart. She pushed the sponge in my mouth and quickly began to slap several pieces of the black tape over my lips as Liz was handing it to her. I was then led to the center of the room and made to stand directly under a beam. A rope was thrown over the bean one end of which was tied to my wrists by Kim. Meanwhile Liz and Shelly pulled on the other end of the rope raising my arms above my head until I was tiptoe on the hard wood floor. They had a hook in place somewhere behind me to tie it off and I was held in place.
Liz was clearly the boss here as she ordered the other two to take me to the next step. Without a word Shelly and Kim tugged off my sneakers and slid my shorts down my legs and off. Now I was teetering literally on the tips of my toes in nothing but the skimpiest two-piece bikini you have ever seen.
They went off just out of earshot to talk among themselves. After what seemed like forever Shelly came over and stood in front of me. We have talked it over she said and we have decided that you are to be tortured. I know this was just a game but still her words sent a chill up my back. Here I was strung up almost naked and outnumbered. My shoulders hurt, my toes were starting to ache and now this sadistic b***h tells me I am to be tortured? Kim and Liz came over dragging a box between them. OK Cousin Liz said I already know you are ticklish but I want to try something else. Since your arms must be hurting by now I want to give you a chance to help yourself. They took two 4â€ blocks out of the box and placed them on either side of me on the floor. Shelly began to tug on the rope holding me. That pulled me up even more. As it did Kim and Liz placed the blocks under my feet. There, Liz said. As long as you can stand on the blocks your arms wont hurt so bad. Once I calmed down and got my balance I discovered that she was right. By balancing myself on the balls of my feet I was able to relieve the strain on my arms. The rough ends of the blocks were uncomfortable but less painful the hard floor on my toes. About the time I started to get use to my new position the three of them began to poke at me with sticks and feathers. This made me squirm around and almost loose my balance. Once when Liz and Shelly slapped the tops of my feet with rulers I actually lost my balance and ended up totally swinging off the floor. Another time I lost my balance was when Kim wouldnâ€™t stop poking my soles with a sharp stick. Finally just before I was about to fall for the third time Liz ordered the torture to stop and I was cut down. I was allowed to sit on a small stool and have a rest. Shelly removed my gag and Kim gave me some vitamin water. I was also given some yogurt and some bread. I refused the bread at first but Liz insisted that I needed the carbs. Look kid she said. You are going to have to keep up your strength if you are going to survive this. After a few more minuets rest I was re-gagged this time with piece of cotton rope between my teeth that was tied behind my head. I was led back into the rear of the attic where an old bed frame was set up on some cinderblock making it about table height. The mattress had been replaced with several wood slats that covered to old spring in certain places. My wrists were separated and new tape was placed around each one. I was lifted up onto the frame and as I was stretched out I found that my butt rested on one of the wood slats and as did my shoulders. My arms were stretched out and tied to the top corners of the frame with rope. A third plank was placed under my head and a fourth was slid under my heels as my ankles were taped together then bound with rope. A bungee cord was hooked to my ankle rope just above my heels. The other end was pulled down and hooked under the frame effectively stretching me bowstring tight. Shelly stood at my head stroking my hair. See, she said. You thought things were going to get worse at least now you can lie down and relax. Relax? Yeah right. As she was speaking my cousin was tying wet rawhide bootlaces around my toes. She pulled them back and tied them off to opposite sides of the frame. This caused my feet to stretch. Shelly continued. You see sweetie, your toes have been tied with wet rawhide. As it dries it will shrink stretching you feet. I must say she was good at taunting and I am ashamed to admit it was making me pretty hot. Liz then announced that they were going to have some sandwiches and cold drinks while the rawhide dried. To help that process along, Kim hooked up a heat lamp on a stand and pointed it at my feet. It wasnâ€™t burning hot but it was hot enough to help dry out the rawhide and to give my feet a slow roasting.
With this in place they went to the lounge aria to have refreshments while I was left to contemplate what was to come.