Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Story Finished!!!

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Dec 08, 2011 7:17 am

Well I've just finished posting the last part of my last story "Winter 1966-67: Triple Initiation." I encourage you to read that story.

Anyway, I here's another story that I hope you'll enjoy. "Bound Captor." Like the previous story, this story I've already finished writing. Its only a matter of posting its parts. And its shorter than Triple Initiation.

Once again, thanks to all those who read my previous stories, and special thanks to those who submitted comments.

So here it is.
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Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Dec 08, 2011 7:17 am

To xtc, when we invented it, we didn’t think it was hard to describe, because we knew how to do it. It was only when I had to write it years later when I found out how it was to describe.
To Shane Bikman, well, it was rare when I had to do it, and I really didn’t get used to it. It was embarrassing to say the least.
To sarumansauron, thanks to your comments.
To Viking, thanks. It really was a repetition of the previous story, except that my sister was also gagged.
To William F Somebody, thanks.

Spring 1967

Bound and Gagged Captor

Part VI

One Last Surprise
(m/m+f+), (mm/f)


It had been only a few minutes, at best, when I heard footsteps come upstairs. My older brother Andrew popped his head in my room and looked at me. With him was Angela, now completely untied, and Betty, still bound and gagged.

“Yup!” he merely said.

“Told you so,” said Angela. “Should we tickle them?”

“Later. Let’s secure her first,” my brother replied. I wonder whom he was referring to?

He then left the room again.

I can here their voices. Aside from my brother, I identified David and Angela, talking loudly in my brother’s room.

Fifteen minutes later, my brother came back, with David, Angela, who being free, assumed her proper role as captor, Cathy (in a brown dress that is calf length), David’s younger sister who was too young to be tied up at our house at least, and most surprising of all, Nancy, David’s younger and Cathy’s older sister, bound and gagged. But as a member of my team, that should not have surprised me at all.

Nancy was wearing a light knee-length green skirt, and a matching short sleeved blouse. Her hands were behind her, and a white rope could be seen digging into her belly. A cowboy like handkerchief was tied around her head, from below the nose, and covering her neck. I later learned that she was gagged exactly as my sister and I was.

“Just showing you that we got Nancy too,” Andrew with a large smile. “We’ll secure her in my room.”

Nancy was my teammate, so that left Frank as the only one who wasn’t captured on my team.

I merely grunted.

“Aw! Can’t I be tied up too?” Cathy, who was free, complained.

“Sorry, but you know the rules. Mrs. Ford is downstairs and we don’t want to get in trouble,” David replied.

“It’s not fair!” Cathy pouted. “Why do they all get the fun?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tie you up when we get back home,” David said. “I promise.”

“But you’ll tie up Nancy too! When we go back, I want to be the only one tied up!” Cathy demanded.

That elicited a complaint from Nancy, but because of her gag, she wasn’t able to voice it.

“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll only tie you up,” laughed David to his youngest sister.

After that, Nancy was taken by his brother, followed by Angela and Betty, out of the room. Andrew himself went and got two more handkerchiefs from my drawer. Folding both into long wide bands, he used to blindfold Louise and me. Now blind, the next thing that happened was the sound of my brother’s footsteps leaving the room.

Silence. I tried to struggle, but with me handcuffed, there was no chance for me to get out without the keys. And I discovered that I had taped myself too well to the chair. Suddenly, there were moans. It was Louise.

“Mpphh,” I said.

“NNnggghph,” she replied.

“Mmphh,” I said back.

This ended when I heard the door open, and I heard a couple of footsteps enter.

“Hello, Tom? Remember me?” It was Angela.

Suddenly, fingers dug into my vulnerable stomach. I was very ticklish there, and as a result, I lost it. Suddenly, the assault stopped, but I heard Louise giggle. Actually, it was laughter, but with the gag, it seemed just a faint giggle. Angela’s tickling on Louise was greater than mine. After all, it was Louise who tied her up in the first place and brought her here bound and gagged, something that Louise had never done to anybody ever before.

“Finished tickling them?” I heard Andrew in the direction of where the door was.

“Yeah. I suppose I can’t tickle Betty,” Angela said.

“Angela! She’s our teammate! She caught them all! Well, except Nancy, but without her, we would not have won!” Andrew admonished.

“Your sister is really crazy!” said Angela. “But I like her craziness!”

After that, I heard footsteps going out, and the door being closed.

So Louise and I were left alone, not that we could do much of anything. We again communicated by grunts which were mutually unintelligible, but it kept us from getting too bored.

Thirty minutes later, we were all untied. Betty wanted to remain tied up, but my mother called that it was time for lunch. Reluctantly, she let us untie her.

While we had our lunch, my brother told the story of what happened.

After I talked to my brother in the phone, he couldn’t believe that my sister caught Louise, the twins, and me. So David and my brother decided to investigate. But since Nancy was part of my team, and she and her sister were playing under the same roof, they decided to capture Nancy. They easily captured Nancy, who then agreed to come with them to my house and be tied up here, but Cathy wanted in on the action, even if she can not be tied up at our house. She apparently expected to be tied up too like her sister.

When they arrived, they immediately saw Angela and Betty, hands bound (but feet free) and gagged on the couch in the living room. On the coffee table, Betty wrote a message in her notebook to untie Angela, but not her.

So they untied Angela, who explained the entire thing to Andrew, David, Nancy, and Cathy. All of them laughed at the situation, and praised my sister for what she did. Nancy was jealous of being upstaged again by my sister. But she didn’t even know that my sister could write messages while bound, because Betty only did it at home when there were no visitors, and she made us promise not to tell anyone.

They went upstairs, where David proceeded to my brother’s room to tie up Nancy. My brother, my sister, and Angela looked me up for a few moments before going and helping my David tie up his sister (Angela only watched the tying).

Then, they showed to Nancy Betty’s captives, first me and Louise in my room, then the twins in my sister’s room. Afterwards, they tickled us. Angela tickled Louise and me, while David tickled his sister. Andrew settled on tickling the twins.

After all the stories had been told, we again praised Betty. Nothing like this has been done. She was proud of what she accomplished. Right now, forty four years later, I still have pride that my sister could do such a thing.

My mother also was amazed that my sister did what she did. She told us that she thought that a captor, and being tied up, let alone gagged, were two different things, utterly irreconcilable. But Betty proved her, and for that matter, all of us, wrong. But I doubt anyone else, aside from Nancy that is, would attempt it again.

Well, thanks to my sister, Andrew’s team won. We lost. But, just like the last story that happened, it was really weird. It was so crazy, so memorable, that years later, I could write most of this story almost without looking at my diary or asking the others what happened.

My brother, David, Angela, Betty, all teased us. We vowed revenge, of course.

Well, thanks for reading. Please read the next story and find out what happens!
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor

Postby xtc » Thu Dec 08, 2011 9:15 am

Yet more trechery. I'm glad to say.
Thank you, Tom.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor

Postby viking » Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:55 am

well, you got my attention and i'm already looking forward to the next part of the story.
because this is a really good and interesting start.

but i have to admit i kinda figured Betty was planning on using you to tie up the others already when she mentioned the time you used Andrew to tie up the others and won a game by that.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Dec 08, 2011 6:10 pm

Nice start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Dec 09, 2011 3:31 am

I am very interested to see how things turn out.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:52 am

To xtc, I agree with you with the treachery, but I wasn’t a willing party to it!

To Viking, kinda obvious, isn’t it, especially with the title giving it away!!

Tosarumansauron, thanks once again for your comments.

To Shane, I hope you like this chapter too!!

Spring 1967

Bound Captor

Part II

Frank
(m/mf)


Frank was my close friend. He had been playing tie up games with us almost as long as I did, becoming my early ally against my older brother Andrew and his friend David (see the Spring 1966 stories). Except when the teams were selected by chance, he was always on my side, and was an enthusiastic TUG player.

However, there were some quirks with my friend. He was the only one other than Louise who doesn’t have a close relative or a sibling playing tie up games with us. Indeed, the players, by this time, can also be grouped by siblings instead of by teams. Andrew (11), Betty, and I were one set, then Donald (10) and Maggie (9), my cousins, were another set of siblings. Angela (10) and Henry (9) were sister and brother. David (11), Nancy (9), and Cathy (8), were siblings, and Chester and Jay, both eleven, were twins. Thus, he doesn’t have the same opportunity to practice that the others have.

I dialled the number of Frank’s house. “What am I going to say to him?” I asked.

“Just tell him that you tied me up and he should come here,” said Betty. “That’s the truth, anyway.”

“Hello?” I heard Mrs. Tompkins (not her real name), Frank’s mother, answer.

“Hello Mrs. Tompkins. Could I speak to Frank?” I politely asked.

“Wait here,” she said as she called his son. A few seconds later, I heard my best friend’s voice.

“Hey Frank, come over here! I got my sister tied up and, well, you just have to come here!” I said.

“Sure, be right over there! Don’t let her go!” he said. “Bye.”

He put down the phone, and we waited for him to arrive.

“Hey Tom, get the gun from my pocket,” my little sister instructed. “Use that to shoot him.”

I quickly retrieved the water gun from the pocket of her dress. Since she used an insignificant amount of water to squirt me, it was still nearly full. We went to the living room, and she said, “Go get a handkerchief. Tie it over my mouth so that it will look like you gagged me.”

I went up my room, grabbed a couple of handkerchiefs, large and small—I figured that I would use them on Frank and other would-be captives, a couple lengths of rope, and a roll of duct tape. I carried it down. Betty’s eyes widened at seeing such a large stash.

“I bet you’re going to gag him, and the others,” I said.

“Thanks. Won’t he be surprised?” she laughed.

Despite being on the receiving end, I was enjoying this game very much. This was something unique, and despite sounding treacherous, I was secretly hoping my sister would succeed in capturing all of us by herself tied up. It would be a first among us.

“He sure would!” I laughed with her. I took a large handkerchief, folded it into a triangle, and tied it over her mouth, under the nose, and tied it tight behind her neck.

“Do I look gagged?” she asked.

“You sure do,” I answered. In truth, I often used a cowboy style triangle over gag to top off my gags as of late.

Betty and I chatted while waiting for Frank to arrive. After ten minutes, I heard a knock on the door, and I opened it.

Frank immediately saw Betty tied up on the couch, and he assumed that she was gagged.

He went over to inspect my sister, and I followed closely behind.

“You really got her!” he said as he began to inspect her bonds.

“Now!” Betty suddenly shouted.

I immediately grabbed my water pistol, which I put into my pocket before he arrived, and squirted my hapless best friend in the back.

Frank immediately pulled the gag down and was surprised to see that it wasn’t a gag at all.

“Fooled ya!” Betty said, laughing.

“I’m so sorry Frank, but I’m her captive, and I gotta do what she tells me to do,” I explained.

“Yup! If you don’t believe me, watch this. Tom, jump!” my sister replied.

It was a comical way to show her power over me, but I jumped anyway.

“See?” Betty replied. “I’m the real captor here!”

“But Tom tied you up,” Frank said, confused. “How can you be the boss if you’re tied up?”

I began an explanation of what was happening.

Frank still could not believe what was happening. “So you’re telling me that you’re trying to win this game for your team all by yourself, while being tied up, by using Tom here?” he asked my sister.

“That’s about it!” Betty beamed. “Now, put your hands behind your back!”

Frank gave a loud laugh as soon as he realized that we were trapped. “You’re crazy! By golly, I didn’t think you can do it, but if you do get all of us, then you’re a genius!”

I took a length of white rope and crossed Frank’s hands behind his back. I tied Frank identically to how I tied my sister—square lash with three passes, cinched between his hands, then tied horizontally then vertically, cinched again between his hands, then the remainder tied around his hands and waist, then cinched between his back and hands, before finally being knotted off.

My sister had been observing me. The tying technique that I had used on Frank and my sister had been first used on us by my mother when she tied us up in the story Fall 1966 – The Afternoon Adventures that happened during the fall of the previous year. She then taught it to my oldest brother, who used it a couple of times, and he taught it to me too. And since Andrew and I taught all of Betty’s tying skills (or so we thought), we passed this knowledge to her. Being a fast learner, she rapidly mastered it, practicing on me, or Maggie or Nancy or Cathy. That became the favourite tying technique, though the others either preferred using other techniques, or still haven’t mastered it.

“So there,” I said.

“Now gag him,” Betty ordered.

“Now don’t tell me you’re going to let your sister who’s tied up tell you what to do?” Frank mocked.

“Rules are rules,” I laughed. “Now Betty, how do you want him gagged?”

“Oh the one with three hankies over the mouth and tucked to each other,” Betty told me. “The one you always use on me when you gag me!”

I smiled. This, by this time, had become my favourite gagging method. I took a folded handkerchief and used it as mouth stuffing. Frank clearly was not pleased by this turn of events, but nonetheless, he opened his mouth and allowed me to stuff his mouth. I took another handkerchief, tied a knot in its center, pressed the knot into his mouth, further pushing the wad deeper, until the knot rested behind his white teeth. I quickly tied it behind his neck so he wouldn’t spit it out. I didn’t tie it too tight. That would come later.

I then took the roll of duct tape and applied four or five strips of duct tape over his open mouth, from the tip of his nose to his chin, from ear to ear, and covered his cheeks with grey.

Next, I took another handkerchief, folded it into a narrow band, and tied it around his head over his duct taped mouth. I tucked the ends of this second handkerchief between the first handkerchief and his skin from the top, just in front of both ears, and I pulled it from below. I pulled hard, then tied it above the first knot of the first handkerchief behind his neck. I did not tie it too tight. I then applied duct tape to fix the second handkerchief around the head into position. Four strips later, the second handkerchief disappeared beneath a sea of duct tape.

Finally, to prepare the final overgag, I took a small strip of duct tape, folded it on itself so the sticky part would be outside, and stuck it on top of the grey duct tape already in place at the place where the lips were. Its purpose, although not really necessary, is to prevent the third handkerchief from slipping downwards. I took one final large handkerchief, folded into a triangle, then pressed it around the head, over the mouth, and just below the nose. I then tucked the ends of this third handkerchief from the top between the first two handkerchiefs and the skin, like before, just in front of the ears, and pulled it down. I then tied the knot above the first two knots, and, placing it so that the final knot of the third handkerchief was covered with the cloth of the first two, then I tied it really tight. The effect was to considerably tighten the first two handkerchiefs tied around the head and over the mouth and removed whatever slack was contained there in the first place.

It sounds complicated, but it’s easy to do once you’ve done it lots of times and had time to practice. Its very effective, and I haven’t, during all the time I was gagged, and gagged someone else, have seen someone remove the gag on their own using that technique without the aid of their hands, including myself when it was used on me.

For shorthand, when I used this exact gag, we’d refer to it as the “three tucked handkerchief gag”, and I’m going to refer to it as so in my stories so as to shorten my descriptions of it.

“That ought to keep him quiet,” Betty quipped after I finished with Frank. “Now, call Louise. She’s next.”

I pushed Frank so he ended up seating on the couch besides Betty. I then dialled the phone, but then, there was no answer at the other end. Apparently, the Lewis’ (not Louise’s real family name. However, her real name and the family name she was born with both sounded the same) phone was busy. Again, I called a few minutes later, and phone was still busy.

“So what now?” I asked my sister.

“Well, let’s tie Frank up in your room, and we’ll go to Louise’s place and get Louise ourselves,” my sister proposed.

I nodded as I was in no position to argue.
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated!

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:01 am

Well done on tricking your friend. The look on his face must have been priceless!
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated!

Postby xtc » Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:16 am

I don't suupose you could append a series of diagrams detailing the construction of the "three tucked handkerchief gag"?
Whatever, keep it coming. Thank you.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated!

Postby viking » Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:56 am

great continuation.

but the three tucked handkerchief gag... isn't there anyway you could show it cause i'm really curious about it. like xtc said, a diagram or something. it would be really cool to know how it was.

anyway, i'm looking forward to the next part.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Dec 12, 2011 3:58 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:26 am

Unfortunately, I'm a terrible artist, and I really don't know how to use paint or any other software to draw. So I can't really make a diagram of that gag.

To Shane Bikman,, oh the look on his face was priceless. I wish I had a camera to capture the moment.

To xtc, I hope the explanation above would suffice. And thank you for your comments.

To Viking, I hope you like this part too.

To sarumansauron, thanks.



Spring 1967

Bound Captor

Part III

Going to Louise
(m/mf)


I quickly marched Frank to my room.

“How do you want Frank?” I asked my sister. It felt strange to take orders from someone smaller and younger than you and at the same time one whose hands were bound behind her quite firmly.

“Make him sit on the floor and lean on the bottom of the bed,” Betty ordered.

I helped Frank to sit on the floor and lean on my bed.

“Tie him to the bed,” my sister continued, “and tie his feet and knees too.”

I got a long white rope from stash, and wrapped it around his bound upper torso and the foot of my bed. I knotted it in front of him so that he can’t reach it, then took a shorter piece of rope and used it to cinch the rope between the bed and his body. I repeated the procedure with his waist. I virtually guaranteed that he does not have much wiggle space. Afterwards, I tied his knees and ankles.

“Blindfold him too,” my sister said.

“Isn’t that too much,” I asked.

“If I was the one there, you’d do it too,” Betty replied.

“Good point,” I laughed as I got a bandana from my drawer, folded it into a long narrow band, and blindfolded him with it. My best friend tried to resist, but he literally can’t do anything about it.

“Now let’s go to Louise,” Betty said.

“Now hold on a minute,” I said. “It’s cold out there. You can’t walk out there wearing just that!”

True, it was not winter anymore. All the snow had melted, and the ground was covered with green grass. The trees were not in full bloom yet, but the first flowers of spring had revealed themselves. The days were becoming longer. But it was still early April. The sky outside was overcast, and there was a cold wind blowing. The temperature was above freezing, but just barely, not even reaching 40 degrees Fahrenheit. And Betty was wearing a short sleeved dress whose sleeves reached halfway between her armpit and elbows, and a dress that reached to her knees, white tights, and black shoes.

“Well, I’ll wear a sweatshirt,” she proposed as we walked to her room.

“Okay. I’ll untie you, and then you can—”

“No, no, no. Just put the sweatshirt over me, and I’ll walk tied up,” Betty said.

“You want to walk outside—tied up?” I asked.

“I’ve done it before, blindfolded,” she replied. “I want to do it with my eyes open. Besides, I’m the one in charge here, and you can’t force me not to!”

“Okay, okay,” I said as we entered the room. Betty directed me to where I can get some sweatshirts. She selected a pink woolly one. It was warm, but not too thick for this weather. It was a bit large, but not too large as to look awkward. I put it over her, and once again, she managed to position her bound arms behind her in such a way that it would not easily be noticed by people walking about. Her arms that were missing from the sweatshirt could easily be explained away by saying that she was hugging herself in the cold spring early morning weather.

We talked light-heartedly as we walked. I almost forgot that she was bound and that this was no ordinary walk. My sister had so much energy that it seemed that she was not tied up at all. Several times, she broke into a run, and I had to catch up with her. She jumped, and tried to get to places that did not require the use of her hands. Several times, I could see, even through the sweatshirt, that she was trying to get loose of the ropes. No chance of that, I made sure of that.

“Can you do this while tied up?” she kept boasting as she demonstrated her agility while tied up by jumping on a couple of large rocks about a foot high besides the sidewalk. “Because I can!!”

“Be careful!” I admonished her. I was sometimes reckless with my actions, but never while tied up.

“Oh don’t be a worrywart!” my sister replied as she jumped and ran circles around me, literally.

We finally arrived at Louise’s place. Louise herself was on the front yard, playing with a skipping rope by herself.

“Louise!” Betty cried.

I waved my hand when she turned to me, and she waved back. “Betty, Tom!” she said as she ran over to us. She was wearing a green knee-length dress, white tights, black shoes, and a green matching sweatshirt.

She looked at Betty, saw that her arms aren’t on the arms of the sweatshirt she was wearing, saw that the sweatshirt was a bit loose and immediately put two and two together.

“You walked here all tied up!” she exclaimed.

“Well, we’re going to invite you over, but the phone’s busy,” Betty explained.

I showed Betty’s loaded water pistol to Louise.

She was nervous and immediately backed away out of pistol range. “This is a regular game, isn’t it?”

“Yup!” I answered.

Betty made a knowing smile.

Louise visibly relaxed as she approached me. “I was so nervous!” she said. “I’m glad we’re on the same side! So you captured Betty. Who’s next?”

“Now!” Betty suddenly said.

I immediately squirted. “You are.”

“Tom didn’t capture me, I captured him!” Betty said with a flourish.

“Huh? But you’re tied up, and Tom has the gun!” she said, confused.

“Should I explain it, or should you?” I asked my sister. Even though it was a bit embarrassing to be taking orders from my bound sister, it was still amusing to see the reactions of her would-be victims.

“I’ll do it,” said my sister. She then gave a short explanation on why she, despite being tied up, was the one who’s in charge, while me, despite being free, and holding the water gun, was her captive.

“So you’re telling me that you’re the one in charge?” Louise asked, then after a brief moment of silence, the absurdity of the situation manifested itself. She laughed hard. “That’s a good one!” she said in between laughs. “I’ve never seen anything like this!”

“I’m glad you liked it,” said Betty. “Now if you please, let’s go inside, and let’s tie you up!”

“Okay,” Louise said nonchalantly. “It was getting boring anyway.”

“Where’s Angela anyway?” I asked, referring to her next door neighbour. We looked at her house just across the street.

“I have no idea,” Louise replied as we went inside. “She wasn’t there when I woke up!”

“So where do you keep your ropes?” Betty asked her as soon as we were inside.
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part III posted!!

Postby Chase Ricks » Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:56 am

Seems like Betty was really enjoying the game so far.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part III posted!!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:03 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Dec 17, 2011 7:15 am

Thanks to sarumansauron.

To Shane Bikman, among all the kids I played tied up games with when I was little, my sister Betty seemed to enjoy it most.

Winter 1966-67

Bound Captor

Part IV

Louise Walks
(m/f)


We went to Louise’s room.

“So where’s your stash?” I asked.

Louise then took from her drawer three lengths of rope. One long, and the other two a bit shorter.

“That’s it?” I asked. I was used to seeing much larger stashes. My stash was so large that it cannot fit into a bag by that time. Same was true for Andrew, and Angela. Betty herself had been collecting ropes so she would not have to borrow from us when she wanted to play.

“Well, I usually don’t tie,” Louise said. “I’m usually the one tied up with their own rope. Angela usually brings over her stash when she ties me up.”

It would be enough to tie her hands, but as to her feet, well, it would depend on how much rope I used on her hands in the first place. I selected the long rope, and without resistance from my victim, pulled Louise’s hands behind her and crossed it. The house was warm inside and so Louise had removed her sweatshirt in preparation for being tied. Her dress I found out had short sleeves that barely went past the armpit.

The long rope was not long enough for me to apply the square lash then wrap horizontally then vertically method, so I simply skipped the lash and wrapped her hands horizontally, then vertically, before cinching it between the hands. I wrapped it a bit tighter than I would normally do, but not much. Besides, Louise was not the type of captive who would exploit any flaws to free herself. She was the most likely player among our group to just wait to be untied instead of expending the effort to actually escape. So you can be sloppy with her.

The “long” rope ran out as soon as I cinched it in the middle, so I took the short rope, and wrapped it around her waist and hands. I threaded it through the wrist ropes so I would not have to waste the length on knotting it to the hands. In fact, it was so short that it had only four or five inches to spare when they met in front at her stomach. Fortunately, Louise had a small waist, so I was able to knot it in front of her. It was not too tight, but just right.

I got the final rope. It was short, but it would do. I used it to cinch the waist rope between her body and hands. The effect was evident when I heard a short squeal from my classmate when I pulled it and made the final knot. When I looked at her front, I noticed that the waist rope had dug considerably into her stomach, in contrast to before. In essence, due to the shortage of materials, I used three ropes to do what I would have done with one long rope.

“Um, where’s your roll of duct tape?” I asked.

“Well, uh, I don’t have a roll of duct tape that you could just use. You have to go down and ask Mom for permission to use it.”

Well that squelched that plan. Unlike other parents, we did not know Mrs. Lewis that closely, and I don’t think she’ll take too kindly us borrowing duct tape to gag her own daughter.

“Nah. We’ll just go home and gag her there,” said Betty.

“You want me to walk bound to your house? Are you crazy?” Louise asked.

“I’m doing it too!” Betty defended. “It’ll be fun. You haven’t walked about tied up outside with someone tied up too!”

“Oh I don’t know,” said Louise.

“Please! You don’t have a choice anyway,” my sister asserted. “Rules are rules.”

“Okay,” said Louise. “But I want you to put on a sweatshirt on me. It’s cold out there. And besides, I don’t want people to see me tied up.”

Louise then directed me to her closet. Based upon her instruction, I picked out a green sweater to match her dress, and carefully put in on her. It was a loose fit, but with her hands tied, it was perfect. I adjusted it so that it was not obvious to the casual observer that she was bound.

“See! Nobody would think you’d be tied up,” Betty said.

Louise was still uncertain, but she had to swallow any reservations when my sister walked out of the room and Louise and I had to follow.

The walk to my house was, to say the least, uninteresting. There were few people walking about that time of day, and they paid us no mind. Betty and Louise talked and laughed like it was just another ordinary walk, and based on how they walked and how they carried themselves, you would scarcely conclude that they were really bound underneath those sweatshirts! They looked so happy as they smiled, laughed, and giggled. I myself tried to join in the fun, but was unable to break through the girl talk.

When we reached my house, we immediately went to my room. Frank was still tied to the bottom of my bed. I saw him turn his head towards the door and moan, but we ignored him. Well, except Louise.

“Frank!” my classmate exclaimed as I helped removed her sweatshirt. It was quite warm inside my room. “You won’t gag me, will you?” she asked nervously.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to,” said Betty. “Sit on that chair and Tom, stuff her mouth please?”

Louise pretended to pout but did as asked. She went to the chair in front of my study table and waited.

I went and got a handkerchief from my closet and folded it into a wad. I put it in Louise’s open mouth, and asked her to close her lips over it. I then took the roll of duct tape on my table, tore five or six strips, and applied it liberally over her face so it covered everything from ear to ear, from nose to chin. I did not bother to add anything else. Louise either was not capable, or not willing, to eject such a gag, on her own (like most of us.)

“Tie her to the chair,” Betty commanded.

I went and got a couple of ropes from my stash. I used it to tie her upper body, her waist, and her lap to the chair. When I was done, I got a couple of shorter ropes which I used to cinch the ropes between the chair and her body, welding her to the chair. I kept all the knots beyond the reach of her fingers so that she won’t have a chance to escape.
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated! Part IV!!

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Dec 17, 2011 7:58 am

Another excellent installment.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated! Part IV!!

Postby xtc » Sat Dec 17, 2011 8:24 am

I'm trying to imagine the two girls walking down the road with the empty sleeves swinging around.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated! Part IV!!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Dec 19, 2011 4:23 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Dec 20, 2011 9:48 am

To Shane Bikman, xtc, and sarumansauron, thanks for the comments.

Spring 1967

Bound Captor

Part V

Nancy, and Victory
(m/mf+)


So now my dear little sister only needed to capture one more to win this on her own. She already got me, Frank, and Louise. So she only needed either Chester, Jay, or Nancy.

“So who’s next?” I asked.

“Nancy,” she said.

“Okay, so how are you going to catch her?” I asked.

“Well, call her, but let me be the one to talk to her,” she said. “But before we go, put a blindfold on her,” Betty instructed, referring to Louise.

I took a large handkerchief and blindfolded Louise. We left both our bound, gagged, and blind captives alone in my room while we went to the living room where I would make my call.

I was glad I was the one chosen by my sister to do her bidding while tied up. I can not imagine being Frank or Louise, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, while waiting for all this to end. At least I was where the action was.

I dialled the number to David’s house, and held the phone to Betty’s head.

“Hey David, can I speak to Nancy, please? Thank you.”

By what I heard from Betty’s side of the conversation, it was a relatively straightforward invitation.

“Okay, bye,” she said, and I put the phone down.

“Well?” I asked, even if I already knew the answer.

“She’s coming! She’s coming!” Betty excitedly said. “I’m really gonna do this! I can’t believe it!”

“Neither can I,” I laughed.

“Take off my sweater,” said my sister. “It’s getting hot, and I wanted to think that you tied me up!”

“I did tie you up!” I replied as I removed her sweater.

“Well, I mean, I want her to think that you caught me, not the other way around,” she replied.

“Looking at how Frank and Louise reacted, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” I said.

We chatted for a couple of minutes while we waited for Nancy. We again sat on the couch on the living room.

About ten minutes later, we heard a knock on the door. Betty remained seated where she was, where she obviously looks tied up. I went and opened the door, and there was Nancy (9), with her younger sister Cathy (8). Nancy was dressed in a blue dress and blue jacket. Her dress was knee length, and due to the cold spring weather, was wearing thick black tights, and loafers. Cathy, her younger sister who was a few inches shorter than Nancy, was wearing a dark pink dress with white tights and black mary janes, plus a matching pink jacket.

“Hi Tom, Betty called and,” she began then she stopped when she saw my sister tied up at the couch.

“Betty!” Cathy said as she ran towards my sister.

Nancy looked at me. “She didn’t tell me this was a tie up game!”

“That’s because I held the phone while she talked to you,” I laughed.

“So she’s tied already when she called me?” she said.

“Yeah!” I said.

“Why wasn’t she gagged?” Cathy asked. “And her feet aren’t tied too.”

“That’s because I don’t want him to, yet,” she replied.

“But you don’t have a choice,” Nancy said. “You’re the captive! You have to do as he says!”

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Betty said. “Tom, shoot her.”

I immediately grabbed the water gun in my pocket and squirted her.

“Got you! I won! I won!” Betty shouted as she stood up (not an easy thing considering her situation. I helped her).

“Tom, we’re teammates!” Nancy shrieked. “It’s okay if you want to tie me up. But this is a regular game, isn’t it? You’re not supposed to betray us!”

Betty then explained the entire situation to her.

“So you’re telling me that you actually captured Tom, got him to tie you up, and got him to capture the rest of us while you’re tied up, so its actually you who captured us despite being tied up?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“That is so cool! I want to do it to! I want to win a game while being tied up too!” Nancy said, envy dripping in her voice.

“Well, I’m going to do it first,” said Betty. “Now, let’s go upstairs to Tom’s room and we can tie you there.”

We all walked towards my room, and Nancy and Cathy’s jaw just dropped when they saw Frank and Louise.

“Oh my God! You really got them, Betty! You won!” Nancy said.

“Told you so,” she merely said. “Tom, tie her up now. Show her no mercy.”

I went and selected a long rope. Nancy removed her sweater in the warm room and put her hands behind her and crossed it. I immediately went right to work.

I first wrapped her hands using the square lash, with three passes. I tightened it considerably by cinching it between. There was still a lot of rope left, which I used to wrap around her crossed hands first horizontally, then vertically. I cinched it again in between her hands. There was still rope left, so I wrapped it around her waist and hands, and knotted it at the hands. There was only a short length left, so I used it to cinch the waist rope between the hands and the body, pinning her hands to her waist.

“So how do you want her gag?” I asked.

“The same as Frank,” my sister wickedly said.

“You’re the boss,” I said as I selected a handkerchief. I folded it into a tight little wad and presented it to Nancy’s mouth for packing.

Nancy immediately opened her mouth and I enthusiastically stuffed it. She moaned a bit but I ignored it as I took another handkerchief, tied a knot in its center, pushed it inside her mouth and past her teeth. I immediately knotted it behind her neck, under her ponytailed blond her.

I grabbed to roll of duct tape and plastered her open mouth with tape. Four strips later, her face from chin to nose and from ear to ear was covered in silver.

I grabbed another handkerchief, folded it into a narrow band, and tied around her head over her mouth. I tucked the handkerchief under the first one, then knotted it above the knot behind her neck. I then applied more tape to keep it in place, then took another handkerchief, folded it into a triangle and tied it around her mouth. I tucked this one under the first two triangles, and knotted it tight over the first two knots behind her head, considerably tightening the first two gags around her head, and eliciting a grunt from Nancy, which we ignored.

“Hey Cathy,” Betty asked while I was gagging Nancy, “Andrew’s with David at your home, right?”

Cathy nodded. “Angela’s there too.”

“Can you call your brother, and invite him over here? And tell him to bring Angela and Andrew too if he can.”

“Okay,” said Cathy, and she ran out of the door.

“Now put Nancy on your bed, and hogtie her there,” my sister instructed as soon as Cathy left and I finished with gagging Nancy.
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part V posted!

Postby xtc » Tue Dec 20, 2011 10:37 am

Fun as ever. Do you intemd to finish this tale by Christmas?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part V posted!

Postby hafnermg » Tue Dec 20, 2011 3:21 pm

Another great installment Tom! I love your stories!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part V posted!

Postby Chase Ricks » Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:11 am

Looking forward to seeing the next installment.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part V posted!

Postby viking » Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:55 pm

like usual, i have enjoyed your story this far :big:
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part V posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Dec 21, 2011 4:14 pm

Nice part V! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part VI

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:22 am

Merry Christmas to all readers!!!

To xtc, thanks, but no, sorry, I can’t finish it before Christmas. To hafnermg, Viking,Shane Bikman,and sarumansauron, thanks for your kind comments!!!

Spring 1967

Bound Captor

Part VI

Another Loss
(m/mf+), (self m)


I led Nancy to my bed, where I instructed her to sit down. After she complied, I bent down and carefully removed her shoes. I then tied her ankles, then her knees, above the hem of her dress to prevent it from riding up and giving a peek to any peeping Tom out there. After that, I helped her so that she was lying face down on my bed. I took a short rope, then hogtied her. There was a bit of slack, so that she might be able to bend her feet to about forty five degrees, but no more. She mewed and pleaded with her eyes, but I just smiled and patted her hair. She was totally helpless.

Cathy returned as I was finishing the hogtie of poor Nancy.

“So?” my sister asked.

“My brother is coming. And so are Andrew and Angela!” Cathy said. She looked at her sister. “Poor Nancy. I want to be tied up too!”

Betty shook her head. “Being tied up is fun, but you know the nine-year-old rule. Tom and I don’t want to be in trouble.”

“That’s not fair! You get to have all the fun while I just sit over there,” Cathy pouted.

“Sorry,” said Betty.

After that, we talked about other things while we waited for the others to arrive.

David, Andrew, and Angela arrived ten minutes later. And as expected, they were utterly surprised by what they saw. And they were agape when we told them it was Betty who caught me, that I was taking orders from my bound sister, and that she has won the game all by herself while tied up.

“Betty, that’s wonderful!” my brother Andrew said as he pinched her cheeks and hugged her for a while. “Never in my life would I consider such a thing possible!”

“Yeah! You’ve done what I thought was impossible!” David laughed.

“Yeah. We three were planning on how to get all of you, and win another game, and we never knew that you’ve done it already while tied up!” Angela added.

“So, now that we’ve won, ready to be untied?” my brother asked Betty.

“Yeah. We better tie Tom too,” David said.

“No. I don’t want to be untied yet,” she said. “This is really fun. Tom, could I borrow your handcuffs? The real ones?”

I knew where this was going, but what can I do?

“You heard him, little brother,” Andrew repeated.

“I know, I know,” I said as I opened my drawer and retrieved my handcuffs.

“So, what do you want me to do with it?” I asked.

“I want you to open your walk-in closet,” Betty began, “and cuff yourself to the overhead beam above you.” The overhead beam was tall enough that at my height at that time, I could barely reach it.

“Yes, dear sister,” I said sarcastically.

“But first, gag yourself,” my sister ordered.

“How?” I asked.

“The ‘three tucked handkerchief’ one. You know, the same one you used on Frank and Nancy,” she said.

“This is rich!” Andrew laughed as he watched the procedure.

What can I do? It was too late to back now as I could easily be taken down by Andrew, David, and Angela, watching my every move.

I went to my drawer and retrieved four handkerchiefs. I rolled one into a tiny wad and popped it into my own mouth. Then, I tied a knot in the center of a second one, and pushed it into my mouth, until it was positioned behind my teeth, then I knotted the ends behind my neck after pulling it tight. I then took my roll of duct tape from my study table and with five long strips, covered my lower face with tape. I could not make an inept job at it because with Andrew, David, and Angela closely watching my actions, I would be easily found out if I jobbed it. I took another handkerchief, tied it around my head above the mouth, tucked it into the first handkerchief around my head, then knotted it above the first knot behind my neck. I then taped it into position. I then took the last handkerchief, tied it into a large triangle, tucked it into the first two handkerchiefs, pulled it tight, then knotted it tightly above the first two knots behind my neck, tightening the first two handkerchiefs.

“Oh Tom, before you cuff yourself on your closet, could you get my chair in my room, the one I use when I do stuff on my table?” Betty asked.

I nodded. Really, what else could I have done? But I did not know what she intended to do with it. Would she instead tie me to her chair rather than hang me in my own closet?

The chair was light enough that I was able to easily carry it back.

“Put it besides the door, please,” she requested.

I did.

She then went and sat on the chair.

“Tie me to this chair!” she asked.

“What? You’re going to stay here while waiting for the time to run out?” Andrew asked.

“Yeah. I can’t stop them if they tried to escape if I’m tied to this chair,” Betty answered.

I thought that it would not matter because Betty could just scream and call the others if that happened, but of course, gagged as I was, I could not voice out my concern.

“Suit yourself, little sister,” my brother said as he turned to me. “Go on, Tom. What are you waiting for?”

I got two medium length ropes. I first tied her ankles, then her knees, just below the hem of the dress. With her tied to the chair, there isn’t much chance of it riding up her legs, was there? Then, using a very long rope, I tied her around the lap to the seat of the chair. I also tie rope around the waist, chest, and shoulders to the back of the chair. I also took a couple of shorter ropes and cinched it between her back and the chair back, effectively welding her to the chair.

“Thanks, Tom. Now, I want you to gag me, then hang yourself on the beam on your closet,” my sister instructed.

“Wait, Betty, you want to be gagged?” an incredulous Angela asked.

“Yeah. Why? Is there anything wrong with that?” she replied.

“No,” Andrew said, laughing. “Well now I’ve seen everything!”

“Andrew, come here. I want to whisper something,” my sister said.

My brother went and put his ear down so that my sister could whisper to him. I could not get what she said, but Andrew gave a big smile after that.

“Will do, little sister,” Andrew said.

“Besides, it wouldn’t be fair if they tried and got free, and I screamed and you all came here to stop them, so I should be gagged if I’m here with them,” Betty said, continuing her reasoning. “Tom, you know what to do after gagging me. Oh and gag me the same way as you did Frank and Nancy.”

And the same way I gagged myself, she could have added.
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:42 am

Poor Tom. Looks like you really are in over your head or should I say handkerchief over the mouth? LOL Great story post.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby xtc » Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:12 am

I shall look forward to catching up with this story when I'm back on line after Christmas.
Have a good Yule.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Dec 23, 2011 5:26 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby viking » Sun Dec 25, 2011 5:33 am

heheheh, your sister really did it. she caught you all while beeing tied up herself.
that's epic.
(i wonder what she whispered to andrew, did you learn that later?)

anyway great story, and happy holidays to you aswell :D
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Spring 1967 - Bound Captor - Part VII

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Dec 26, 2011 7:44 am

First of all, I hope you all had a happy Christmas. I know I did!

To Shane Bikman yes, poor me. But looking back, it was one of the most fun tie up games I ever had with my sister, and I had no regrets.

To xtc, thank you.

To Viking, yup, and to this day, I’m very proud of my sister for what she had accomplished.
And it's obvious from this chapter what she whispered to my brother.
To sarumansauron, thanks once again.

Spring 1967

Bound Captor

Part VII

Green With Envy
(m/mf+), (self m)


I selected four handkerchiefs from my drawer, and wadded one into a ball. I put it in front of Betty, who smiled before opening her mouth wide open. I happily stuffed the cloth inside her tiny mouth. Part of my joy in doing so was revenge for the humiliations she had inflicted on me that morning, but another part was simply the happiness that I sometimes feel when I gag the mouth of any girl for any reason at all.

I got the second handkerchief, and made a knot in the center. I pushed it pass her teeth. I tied the ends behind her neck, under her hair. Luckily for me, she had it in a ponytail, so it was not hard to do it. I took the duct tape and plastered tape after tape over the mouth of my “captor”. After swathing her face with tape, I took another handkerchief and tied it over the tape, tucking it under the first handkerchief around her head, and knotting it above the knot of the first handkerchief. I then taped it over to fix it in place. I got a third handkerchief and repeated the procedure—I tucked it under the first two handkerchiefs, and knotted it above the first two knots of the first two handkerchiefs.

“Are you okay?” Andrew asked when it was over.

She nodded.

“Okay, now, you heard what she said that you should do after you gagged her,” David barked.

With all eyes watching, it was embarrassing as I got my handcuffs, and using it, hung myself on the overhead beam inside my walk-in closet. It was high enough that I had to tiptoe myself in order to apply the cuffs, but when it was all said and one, I could stand normally, though with my arms stretched high above me.

“Betty said that we could tickle them,” Andrew declared.

I heard shouts of approval and muffled laughter as David, Angela, and even Cathy tickled my bound teammates. Andrew approached me and I braced myself. Everything ticklish in me was exposed in my position. However, to my surprise, he merely partially closed the door, depriving me of any view of what was happening.

“You should thank your sister, or you would’ve been laughing right now,” he whispered. “I know you can kick the door open, but if you do, you’d be tickled, okay?”

I nodded.

“Good,” he said

He left and joined the tickling. Soon, the muffled laughter stopped, and I heard the door close. We were alone. But it would not do me any good. The overhead beam was firmly lodged into the wall, and I cannot budge it. And I managed to inadvertently cuff myself too tight, and so I lay stuck there, unable to do a thing. So I just waited for the time to pass.

Thirty minutes, give or take, later, they arrived, and they all untied us. They untied my sister first, and she had the privilege of untying us. Well, she merely uncuffed me and told me to untie the others.

“Well, the game is over and I don’t have do to anything you say,” I said, but they just left us there, and I had no choice but to free my team mates.

When we went downstairs, it was nearly lunch, and we all had a good laugh over what happened. Betty was praised to the skies by everyone. A captor being tied up at the same time? Nobody thought of doing it, and nobody thought it could possibly succeed, but Betty, my little sister, did it. Even if we lost another game, I could not but appreciate the daring and the ingenuity of her devilish little mind. She showed herself resourceful and intelligent, and for Andrew and I, that was proof that she really was our little sister.


Of course, that incident was not forgotten. And it was a week later, Saturday afternoon to be exact, that I was reminded of what happened that day.

Andrew was at David’s, having been there since early morning. My younger brothers were at my uncle’s, and that left me at home with Mom, Betty, and I. We were playing scrabble, and as usual, Mom’s superior vocabulary was slaughtering us. We kept saying, “Mom, that word doesn’t exist,” or “You just made that up!” but she threw it in our face by repeatedly pointing to a large dictionary nearby. Every time we challenged her, we looked at the dictionary and there was the word.

We heard a phone call, and Mom rose to answer it. “It’s for you, Tom,” said Mom.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Tom, its Nancy. Come here, and bring Betty with you,” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just come here. Please! Can you come? Right now?” she asked.

“Well, we’re playing here a bit,” I replied.

“Well, finish the game and come here! It’s a surprise!” she said.

“Well, okay,” I said.

“Thanks. I’ll be waiting,” she said.

Anyway, the scrabble game was nearly over. A few more turns, and all the pieces were used, and Mom computed the scores. She won.

Betty and I told Mom that we were going over to David’s place. She told us to have fun and be careful. We went and put on sweatshirts (it was cold outside) and went out.

We wondered as we approached the Scott house what the surprise was. Both of us rightfully thought that there might have been tie-ups involved, although for whose benefit we were not sure. Betty and I were on opposite teams for regular games. Perhaps this was not a regular game? We wondered whether David or Andrew was involved in it. But we also wondered whether it was something completely unrelated to tie-up games. Because despite the impression that one might have in reading my stories, not all our free time were devoted to tie-up games. In fact, despite our enthusiasm for it, it only occupied a tiny percentage of our time. But that time was memorable, and fun.

We knocked on the door, and Mrs. Scott opened the door. We greeted her, and she directed us upstairs toward David’s room.

We looked at each other, and it bears all the classic hallmarks of a trap. Would we fall for it? Of course we would! We couldn’t simply just walk out on it just because we might get tied up. Still, even as we were filled with excitement, there was a kind of dread that hung over us with the anticipation that one of us, even both, might be bound and gagged. Betty was far more willing than myself to get tied up, so she volunteered to go inside first.

I heard her gasp, and giving in to my curiosity, jumped in. David was standing, having just squirted Betty with a water pistol. His sister Nancy was standing besides him, her hands tied behind her back, and a rope encircling her waist. I looked around the room, and saw that my brother Andrew, my cousins Donald and Maggie, Angela, all of the opposite team, was bound and gagged. Plus Cathy, who was not on anyone’s team, but who wanted to join in the fun.

“What’s going on here?” I asked.

“We won, Tom! I got all of them!” Nancy said. She then smugly looked at Betty. “You’re not the only one who can win a game by yourself while tied up! I got David and Andrew first. I told my brother here to tie up Andrew, and he called the rest. They came. You were the last ones.”

So it was all a case of jealousy and envy on the part of Nancy for what Betty did last week.
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