A tie up your sister-lesson

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Apr 28, 2011 7:39 am

Alex turned to me, thinking I was the only one who could help him. In a way, I suppose I was. The thing was; his sister, Debbie, had stumbled across some websites (including this one), and now she wanted to know, what it felt like being tied up. He had tried to oblige her, but hadn’t done a particularly good job, he felt. So, almost in despair, he turned to me. Knowing I wrote these kinds of stories, he thought I would be able to do a better job, than he had.
“Yes, I do have the theoretical knowledge, but that’s a hell of a long way from knowing it in practice!” I told him. But he kept on begging, so in the end I gave in. “I’ll see you guys this weekend, and see what I can come up with. Have her wear a long-sleeved shirt of some kind and pantyhose. That’ll minimize the risk of her having any kind of rope-marks. That’d be a bit hard to explain to your parents. Wouldn’t it? Let’s say Saturday, at my place.” He agreed, and said they’d be over at around nine.

Saturday morning, the door bell rang. I opened the door and let Alex and Debbie in. They took their coats off, and I could see she was wearing a white sweatshirt, which had been torn off half-way, leaving the sleeves intact. Underneath she was wearing a bluish green leotard. She took off her jeans and shoes, revealing a pair of pantyhose, the same colour. She had put her waist-long, dark blond hair in a ponytail. Alex also took his coat, jeans and shoes off, revealing the same kind of clothing as his sister. “Well, if I’m supposed to be wearing these clothes, why not him?” she snorted.
“OK!” I said, exhaling, thinking: ‘This’ll be fun! She certainly seems to be a determined young lady, that’s for sure! She really knows what she wants, and how to get it.’
“Right, you two,” I said. “Let’s go into the kitchen and start things off, shall we?” I led the way, mostly because I didn’t want them to see the smirk on my face.

On the table, I had put out some rope, a couple of strips of cloth and a rag. I told Debbie to hold her hands out in front of her, parallel to each other. She did and I took one of the ropes, folded it in half and threaded the ends through the loop. Then I wound it maybe four or five times, around her wrists. To finish it off, I turned it ninety degrees and wound it horizontally a couple of times, before tying it off in a knot, making sure it was out of reach of he fingers. Using my fingers, I made sure I hadn’t accidentally cut off the blood flowing to her hands. Then I asked her to try to get out of that. She tried as hard as she could, but only managed to move her hands up or down about an inch, if that. Eventually she relaxed, saying this tie was comfortable, but effective. “It’s also a great way to get her moving. Just tie an extra rope to this one, and pull at the other end! She’d have no choice but to follow you!”
Alex looked closely at how I had tied her up. Then he asked:” Do you think, you could first show me how to do it, and then tie me up the same way? So I’ll know what it feels like, I mean.”
“Sure I could. But before I do, I want to make sure, you’ve got the technique right. OK? Here, I’ll untie her, and then you can have a go at it!” I did, and after only a few tries, he got it right. Then I tied him up the same way, too. “It doesn’t hurt at all!” was his only comment. Then I crossed Debbie’s hands and tied them together, still in front of her. I released Alex, and let him have a go.

So it went on for the next several hours, me showing Alex different techniques, him trying them and then getting tied up like that himself. I showed him how to tie his sister’s hands when she grabbed her elbows behind the back. “This is a great way of having her tied up, when you’re outside. Just put a coat over her shoulders, and nobody will notice it. “
After having done just about every tie, I could think of, I suddenly remembered a couple more. I tied Debbie’s hands behind her back, then took another rope and put it around her waist, tying it off in front of her. I then took the loose ends, passed them between her legs, giving them a little tug, and tied them off, snugly, around her bound hands. “She’s been so kind letting us tie her up practically all day. Let’s give the lady a chance for some satisfaction, shall we?” I asked Alex, and to Debbie:”Tug at the rope, and see what happens, will you?” She did, and let out a squeal. “This is nice!” she said, under her breath.

“OK! Fun-time’s over” I said. “This last tie up I’m gonna show you, is called a hog-tie. This one can be harmful, especially to the shoulder-area, so I’d rather you didn’t use it. If you do, only use it for a few minutes! OK?”
I put Debbie on the floor, face down, and tied her hands behind her back. Then, I tied her feet together, after which I connected the limbs with a rope. I made her bend her knees and pulled the connecting rope so tight her knees actually left the floor and she had to arch her back, before tying it off. I tied Alex the same way and said:”Do you see what I mean? Only use this tie for as short a period as possible, if at all.” Alex only nodded, and I released both of them, but left Debbie’s hands tied behind her.
“Now to shut her up, if she argues! The best way of doing that, is just putting a rag in her mouth, and wind a strip of fabric around he head, tying it off somewhere. It doesn’t really matter where. She’d usually be tied up at that point anyway, I guess. You could secure the rag by wrapping tape around her head, but then you’d have to careful not to rip off too much of her hair. That hurts, I can tell you! The fabric can also be used as a blindfold, wrapping her head a couple of times with tape, for extra effectiveness. A word of warning, though! Try not to gag her just before you go to bed. She might get some difficulty breathing, during the night.”
When they left, Debbie had her hands tied in front of her. She was gagged and Alex had tied an extra rope around her wrists, so he could tug her.

As they left, I wondered what was to become of those two.
Whazzzz up!.