## A Second Christmas Story (Part 1): Introduction

Post by jennifer » Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:28 pm

Two stories in a row
Just a side note, there are a few images with this one just to show what some of the things in my story looked like. They can be found with the html version of this story on my site at http://jenniferstories.gigacities.net Look under the stories section and choose the same story. Enjoy.
Good day to everyone. Another Week goes by and I am going to write another one of the experiences up from when I was a kid. This story is kind of sequel in a way to one of the other series that I have posted here on my site. It is another Christmas vacation that I spent playing tugs when I was a kid. There have been several requests for a story from when I was a teenager. I have decided to share one of the more memorable experiences that I had as a kid. Quite a bit has changed in my family from the stories where I left off when I was nine. I wrestled with the idea of typing up a list of things that changed along the way. However, I have just decided that I am going to explain things as I go along.
This is going to be a long and multipart story due to all the gaps that I have to cover. Please bear with me on this one everyone. I am going to try and choose good breaking points, but I need to balance posting the story and the length of each post. So, I may choose a strange place to stop. Also, before I want to ask everyone reading to let me know what you think. Well, with that out of the way here we go.
"Wake up big Sister, its' Christmas morning." The excited little voice chimed loudly in my ear relieving my peaceful winter nap. I moaned groggily for a moment and opened my eyes slowly. My vision was greeted by darkness as I shifted about a little and let out a little yawn. Not that I could stretch at the moment. I could feel the weight of my little guest causing the mattress to sink slightly to my left side where the young girl was probably sitting. "Amy, get down you know that mom doesn't like it when you climb up here in my bed." I said directing my voice towards the direction I assumed that she was in. I began to hear the child retreat towards the ladder slowly crawling backwards. Then I felt her weight lift from the mattress as she moved back to the ladder she had climbed to get up to where I was sleeping.
I took a moment and gathered myself before I spoke again. I made sure that my voice was calm and collected before I addressed her again. "Amy what time is it anyway?" I wasn't mad at her, just concerned for her safety. My mother didn't want Amy on the top bunk of the bunk beds. Heck, I didn't even feel that safe sleeping up here. But the room wasn't large enough to split the bunk beds and I was the older of the two of us. "Seven, One, Four" Amy replied as she proudly annunciated the digits off of the clock on the dresser. Great I thought to myself, we were supposed to get up for 9 and here she was already up a little after 7. Still, I couldn't blame her, I remembered how excited I used to get this time if year. I shifted my head about, but I was still blind at the moment unable to recover my vision under my own power.
"What's wrong Jen, are your hands strapped in too?" Amy asked as she looked over at me. I nodded and confirmed her curiosity. "Do you want me to help you?" "No, mom doesn't want you up here. If you want me to get up go see if Sean is awake yet. But don't wake him up if he isn't." I heard Amy descending the ladder slowly. After a few moments, she landed on the floor with a loud thump. "Be quiet or your going to wake everyone up." I got no response from her as she bounded out the door over to Sean's room across the hallway. I leaned my head backwards and let it gently fall into the pillow underneath it. I gave my legs a light shift and heard the quiet clink under the covers confirming what I remembered from the night before. I was secured pretty good for the moment. While Amy was gone from the room, I sat back and let my mind wander about the morning and the plans for the day.
We were going to open presents this morning as we had in previous years. Then we were going to my grandparents in Pennsylvania. We did it every year and it was always an exciting and fun time to say the least. Little did I know how different this year was going to be, especially for me. I was 13 this year just turning it last November. Quite a bit had changed in my life from when I was 9 in my earlier stories. Where to begin? I had grown quite a bit from when I was 9. I was about 10 inches or so taller, but I was still small for my age I guess. I was part way through puberty to say the least and the changes were starting to show. I had also changed my style a little bit from when I was little. My hair was still the light brown it had always been, but I let it grow out further and hang freely around my head now. My fashion sense had changed also, but I still clinged to a few of the things I liked when I was younger. Especially at home.
I thought about Amy and how big she had gotten over the last few years. It was hard not being the youngest child anymore. Amy was my little sister the last of the children that my parent had. I don't think that they had planned on another kid at their age. Still, Amy was a welcome addition to our family. She was born in October the year I was nine. So, at the time of this story she was just over the age of 3. She was barely 3 feet tall at her age. She had my mother hazel eyes and my fathers dark black hair that she wore loosely cut at the sides of her head. Amy was the filled with the same energy and curiosity that I had when I was younger. She had seen several of our games so far. They were more than prevalent than the ones that Scott and Mary held when I was little. We were a little less discrete about the matter as well. They had intrigued her curiosity on several occasions, but she hadn't participated yet. She hadn't even brought the idea up.
Amy ran back into the room followed by slower and heavier footsteps that I assume were my older brother's. "Merry Christmas Jennifer and Amy, thanks for the earlier wake up call." I felt a light tug on the front of my face. It was followed by bright light flowing into my eyes as my older brother slipped the sleep mask up off of my eyes and brought it to gently rest on my forehead. "Good morning", I replied with a quiet smile. I took a moment and looked around allowing my eyes to adjust to the light from the ceiling lamp in the room 5 feet from my head. Sean was standing next to my bed dressed in a pair of pajama pants and short sleeve t-shirt. My older brother was finishing up his last year of high school and getting ready for college. He had put on at least a few inches of height since I was nine. His face wore a quiet smile as he made eye contact even with where I was laying standing flat footed on the floor. Amy stood impatiently next to him on the floor. She was barefoot and weaning a night shirt that came down to her knees with a big picture of Elmo on it. She looked up at us shyly from where she was standing on the floor.
Sean looked like a giant towering over my little sister and standing next to my bed. He had more than a foot on me or Scott. Our sleeping arrangements had changed late last spring. Mary graduated from college and found a job in her field of study. She still lived close by, which was a blessing in itself that I got to see here almost every week. But, she finally got her own place and moved out of our parents home. Scott and I were getting too old to be sharing a room because of our gender difference anyway. My parent took advantage of Mary's absence and moved Sean out of my room and down the hall. The timing seemed to work well all around because Amy was getting too big for her crib and my parents wanted to move her into a normal bed anyway. In the end, Sean stayed put, Scott got his own room, and I got a new room mate. Which, has its ups and downs to say the least. Amy was a little annoying at first, but I like the company and I even got to be the big sister for a change.
"So, are you ready to get up at this fine and lovely hour?" Sean asked trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. I could tell that he didn't share Amy's enthusiasm about Santa Clause. "Well, I am awake now, so I might as well get up can you get at least one of my hands?" Sean nodded and pulled back the covers down to my waist revealing my upper body. I was wearing a set of light blue two piece pajamas with rolling cloud print on them. The bottoms had a elastic waist band and ended at my ankles in an open hem. The top buttoned down the front and had long sleeves with loose open cuffs at the wrists. It had a back collar and a pocket on the front right side of my chest. They were light weight and comfortable for sleeping or just lounging around the house. I had grown up a little since I was nine. I still had two or three footed sleepers if I wanted one, but I usually wore normal pajamas to bed any more.
I was also wearing another accessory that had become part of my sleeping routine nearly every night since Amy had moved into my room. I was strapped down into bed pretty securely. I was currently wearing one of the car vest harnesses that I we had gotten a few years ago for Christmas. The harness vest consisted of a material like seatbelt that were about 2 inches wide. It had a strap that looped around my waist, and one that went over each of my shoulders. There was also another strap that wrapped around my upper body just below my arm pits. All the straps came together and closed in the back with a zipper. The vest attached to a mount belt that ran the vertical length of my bed with a set of 4 clips that attached to drings located on the waist belt and the shoulder belts. The vest also had a strap that went between my legs and buckled with a fatex buckle in the front.
When Amy moved into my room, she was much too young to sleep in the upper bunk of the beds. So, I had to move up much to my discontentment. I always had a problem with heights, not that I would admit it. But, my bigger problem was that I rolled around quite a bit when I slept. One night about 2 weeks after I started sleeping in the top bunk, my whole family got woke up to a loud thump. I somehow managed to roll over to the point in my sleep where I even rolled over the side guard on the bed and ended up on the floor the hard way. I wasn't hurt seriously, but a sore side for a few hours, but I was more scared than anything. I spent the rest of that night and the rest of the next week and half on the living room sofa. I was scared to death to fall asleep in the top bunk again. Still, that was only a temporary solution to the problem and my parents and I discussed how to approach the problem. We were both generally concerned about my safety and I didn't want another flying lesson.
Several ideas bounced back and fourth from adding a higher guard rail to splitting the bunks. However, it was Scott surprisingly who came up with the solution we settled on. On morning while we were on the bus ride to school and talking about it. He looked over at me and said why don't they just strap you to the bed he said with a joking idea. I still wore my vest harness on the school bus even though neither of my brothers did. Scott gave his up around the age of 13 all together. Sean still wore his from time to time in the family car on longer trips, but not to school. I just felt safer with it on. Scott meant the comment as a joke and a tease. But, after I thought about it for the rest of the day, I decided to present it to my parents. My mom laughed at it the first time until she looked at seriously. A few days later, another seat mount came in the mail and my mother also got a normal length of seat belt to extend it a few feet so that it would fit snugly around my mattress. Then they adjusted to where it would sit comfortably for me and I tried wearing one of the vest to bed.
I had outgrown my original one, but Scott's old one fit me pretty good. So he relinquished his claim on it. That way he could get of having to wear it in the car and my mother didn't have to buy me the next size up. Scott was bigger than me at the same age, so it was a pretty good fit. I liked being tied up and being strapped in because they both made it harder to move around. It felt a little weird the first couple of nights. But, once it became part of my routine I grew to like it. I felt very secure and safe at night because I was all strapped in. My fear of falling out of bed left and it just became part of my night time routine. Some night I would sleep with my wrist strapped to my sides with the wrist straps that my mother got for me when she ordered the harness. Mostly just for the fun of it. My mother stood against it at first, but eventually she caved in as long as it wasn't a school night. I could get myself in and out of the vest easily enough if my hands were free. But, I couldn't with my wrist strapped down at my sides. She didn't want me to risk being late for school over the idea. My hands were secured snuggly to my sides where Sean had set them the night before this morning. Which is why I couldn't get out of bed or even get the sleep mask off on my own.
My older brother reached over and undid the clip that attached my left wrist to the Dring on the lower part of the vest. I pulled my left arm free of my side and lifted it over to my right side and set about freeing my right hand from a similar predicament. After a moment of fidgeting with the buckle, I managed to free my other hand from my side. Next, I reached up and undid each of the clips that held my shoulders in place. Then I finally sat up and stretched a little bit. After a quick yawn I took a minute to remove the wrist straps completely and set them off to the side a the top of my bed. The vest connected to the mount at 4 points 2 on the shoulders and two on the waist. I always did up the two waist clips, but the shoulders varied with my mood. If they were clipped, I would be pinned down pretty securely and not even able to sit up. The purpose was to keep me from rolling out of bed after all. But, sometimes I liked to be extra secure just because it was like being tied up.
I pulled the sleep mask off of my head and laid it next to the wrist straps adjacent to my pillow. Then I proceeded to remove my blankets and uncover my lower body. As I through back the comforter and sheets, a cold chill swept over me. With the blankets removed, my legs were exposed revealing the rest of my situation. My pajama pants came down to my ankles where they hung loosely over top of my feet. I was wearing a heavy pair of teddy bear slippers over my feet. They were the heavy thick padded type that covered the whole foot. They were a fuzzy brown and had little bear heads that extended from the tops. They also had front paws and a set of ribbons with some writing on the front of them. They were very warm and a comfortable addition to pajamas on a cold winter night. I will try to find a picture of them to add to this post on my website.
Additionally, my legs were also chained together at the ankles fairly securely. I wanted to spend the night tied up like I have on several occasions. The wrist straps usually did a good job with my hands, but I also like to have my feet restrained somewhat when I slept tied up. It was just part of tie up experiences that I had as a kid. Anyway, my legs were connected at the ankles with a set of leg irons. My parents had gotten them for me a couple of years ago as another joke gift. My mother found out about my using Scotts handcuffs on my legs and decided to get me them. They were just like a large set of handcuffs in reality. The had the same type of closer that closed and locked around each ankle with a key like handcuffs did. However, the cuff parts were a little bit bigger and meant to accommodate the legs rather than the wrists. Currently they were snugly locked around my ankles over top of the bottom hems of my pajama pants just above the tops of my bear slippers. I continued removing the vest harness, so that I could get out of bed and moving.
I unclipped the harness at my waist which, freed my upper body completely from the bed. Then I scooted forward and swung my chained feet over the edge of the bed and onto the ladder. Then I began my careful and slow decent to the floor. I had to move my legs downwards together because of the leg irons. The chain connecting my legs was only about 14 inches or so in length. It allowed me to walk slowly with a restricted stride on the floor, but it kept my feet too close to do the bunk bed ladder easily. I lowered myself down gently from the last step onto the floor of the room. Then I started to remove the vest part of the harness completely. It only took a moment, all I had to do was unzip it in the back and undo the leg strap. I was loose in a minute and began to fold it up and lifted it back onto the bed. Meanwhile, Sean and Amy stood and watched quietly as I let out another short yawn. "I am going to use the bathroom and then we can meet in the living room." Sean and Amy nodded and I watched as I walked out of the room and down the hallway towards the bathroom.
My progress was slow and steady thanks to the shackles that held my ankles securely. Still, it was a short trip and I didn't mind. I like the way it felt being restricted in the morning. I listened the clatter the chain made with each step that I took. To tell the truth, it wasn't uncommon for me to show up to breakfast with them on during a weekend or vacation. I arrived at the bathroom and entered closing the door behind me. Then I sat down and proceeded with my business. Our tie up games still continued as I got older however, their frequency varied more than they used to. Everyone had a busy life now and it seemed that they were often too busy. But, we still played from time to time and the situations became longer and more securing than when I was younger. I wished they would happen more often, but it was just difficult to find the time sometimes. So, I tried self tie ups once in a while and tried things like this in-between games.
Ropes were difficult to tie myself up with, but hand and feet cuffs were easy enough to get in and out of on my own. Still, I missed the sense fun I had with my siblings when I was younger. Being tied was still neat, but not as fun as when one of my brothers or Mary tied me up. I finished and stood up pulling my pajama pants back into place. I looked around the room and searched for something. It was a cold morning and I was starting to get chilled. My pj's were very comfortable, but not as warm as the ones that I wore as younger kid. I walked over to the door and lifted a white terrycloth bath robe off of a hook on the back of the door. Then I proceeded to put it on overtop of my pajamas. It was soft, warm, and a welcome comfort against the cold. I wrapped my rope over my shoulders and around my front. It had long sleeves and secured at the waist with a tie belt which I double knotted after snugging it down. It fell down just above the tops of my slippers off the floor once it was in place. With my warmth secured, I opened the door and exited quietly into the hallway. Then I saw Sean standing across the hallway waiting for me.
Sean greeted me with a warm smile. "In front or behind Jennifer?" My brother asked. I looked down at the coil of white rope in his hand. I smile back and turned my back to Sean as he began to uncoil the rope slowly. Sean took hold of my wrist and gently guided them into an X pattern in the small of my back. Then he proceeded to bind my hands together criss cross. He made several horizontal wraps to begin then he cinched it off by wrapping my hands vertically as well. Sean knotted the rope off and tied the ends securely. Then he took one of the tails and anchored the tie to the belt on my bathrobe to prevent me from pulling my hands to the front. I gave the cords a good couple of tugs. They were snug and secure, but not tight. I squirmed a little more to show that I was secure and smiled up at my older brother. "Merry Christmas Jen." Sean said with a quiet whisper into my ear. "Thanks" I replied as Sean gestured for me to head into the living room.
The two of us headed down the hallway together and through the kitchen. Sean made sure to set a slow pace that I could match. My slippers were quite bulky and with my feet chained it was hard to walk. But, my older brother was more than patient and stayed by my side incase I lost my balance. Having my hands tied slowed my progress further. After a few minutes we arrived in the living room where Sean gestured for me to sit down in the big easy chair. I seated myself slowly and then slouched back in the large chair lifting my legs off the floor. Amy was seated on the floor with her eyes wide. She was staring at the large mountain of presents underneath the tree. Probably pondering what they could all contain. Once he was sure that I was comfortably seated, Sean walked over and eased himself down on the couch and looked over at me and then at Amy. "Pretty soon, it will all get started pretty soon." My brother said in a quiet voice aiming the comment at no one in particular.
So, there we sat. Sean was quiet and collected. Amy was anxious and in awe. I was bound hand and foot sitting back on a easy chair. All three of us were looking forward to the morning's festivities to come. Little did any of us know what the week that we had ahead had in store for us. . .
This is a good place to stop for now I guess. I will post the next part in a few days to a week. So, that is the introduction to my story to come. Quite a bit changed in my life up to this point, but the surprises were just ahead. If you have enjoyed the story please take a moment to give me a comment. I know that there are quite a few details missing from the 4 years that I skipped over. I tried my best to get everyone up to speed, but I am sure there are questions several of you would like answered. Please let me know and I will do my best to fill in the gaps. Until next time,
Jennifer

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Post by bondage_fan_in_25702 » Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:19 am

Hi, Jennifer!
I just looked on your site and couldn't find this story. I'd love to see the pix.
Allen

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Post by jennifer » Sun Feb 03, 2008 6:36 pm

It's there under the stories heading, you need to scroll down in the frame to the bottom of the list. Or, you can click on the link here http://jenniferstories.gigacities.net/holiday1.html
if you want to. The pictures aren't of me, they are just some images to help show some of the things in the story. I don't have any pictures of when I was tied up as a kid. My parents would never have allowed it. So, I am afraid we're all out of luck unless one of you has a time machine I could borrow. Take care.
Jennifer.