Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Story Complete!!!

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:32 am

Here's the next story!!

Hope you all enjoy it!!!!!
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Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:33 am

Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part I

The Sleepover
(f/f), (m/f)


During the last story, my friend Henry (8) and I (9) discovered, in Angela’s house, our new friend Louise (9) tied up. We didn’t untie her, and we were soon joined by Henry’s brother Angela (9) who brought along Nancy (8) and Cathy (7), David’s sisters, along. The two sisters were soon tied up, and Henry and I decided to tie up Angela as well, much to her displeasure. Soon, David (10) arrived to fetch his sisters, and the girls walked home tied up.

The incident convinced the others that Louise could join us. Actually, we all pretty much insisted that she be included in our tie up club. But it had hit a snag. We boys wanted to simply assign her a team, but Angela insisted that Louise be given an initiation first, since it would be unfair to her since we subjected her to such before she could join us. We immediately agreed not only to be fair to Angela, but because it would also be fun.

Angela and Louise would sleep over that Friday, and we planned to do the actual initiation at the break of dawn.


I went home early that Friday. It was not yet winter, but it was very cold, and I remember, temperatures skirted dangerously close to 32 degrees (or Zero degrees Celcius) especially as dusk approached and the winds became stronger. My father and I and my brothers and sisters had a hard time removing all the dried leaves that settled on our yard. My brother Andrew (10) carried my books and bag, as my left arm was still on a sling as a result of an accident a few weeks ago. I was scheduled to go to the doctor’s office the next day, Saturday, in the afternoon.

We were home about thirty minutes when the Betty arrived. She was not alone. Angela (9), Maggie (8) my cousin, and Louise (9), my close friend and classmate, were with her. It was not unexpected. Angela and Louise are going to have a sleepover that night, and Maggie decided that she wanted to join the fun. She already had my parents’ and her parents’ permission for the sleepover. After all, my cousin was my next door neighbour and she did this all the time. Angela and Louise were still in their school clothes, but the bags that they brought with them carried the things they needed for a sleepover, not their books or school related items. They went to their homes first to pack.

I was in the living room watching TV when they arrived. I quickly welcomed them, and they said hello to me. I remained on the couch, however, as what I was watching was more important than what the girls planned to do. Until that is, I heard them.

“Okay. Louise, put your bag down, remove your coat, and put your hands behind your back,” I heard Angela say, and that immediately grabbed my attention. I immediately turned towards them, and watched as Louise dumped her bag on the floor, and handed her coat to Betty. She was wearing a yellow dress, which, per the requirements of our school’s dress code, must reach to just above the ankles. She put her hands behind her while talking with my sister and cousin.

Angela took a length of rope from the pocket of her coat, and quickly and efficiently tied Louise’s hands, wrapping it horizontally then vertically before tightly cinching it.

“Tight?” Angela asked.

“Yes.”

“But does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Good. You’ll remain like that until we say so,” Angela said as she wrapped more rope around her waist, knotting it and tying it to her wrists.

“What?” Louise’s protested.

“I’ll be honest with you. You like to join us?”

“Yes. Very much,” she said.

“Then this is your initiation. We already planned it. If you don’t want to join, just say so and I’ll untie you. But if you do so, then you’d have failed.”

“Oh I see. I have to remain bound. But what if I need to go to the bathroom?”

“You’ll be freed. But you’ll be tied up immediately after,” Angela said.

“But how about dinner?”

“It depends,” said Angela. “Trust me. We’ll see.”

I was confused. Her initiation wasn’t supposed to start until tomorrow next morning.

“Are you going to gag her?” Betty asked.

“Later,” Angela replied.

“What’s this about gagging?” my brother, who went down from his room, asked.

“Andy!” Angela greeted.

“Hi Louise! I see Angie here can’t wait to get her hands on you,” my older brother laughed.

“Yeah. I have to remain tied up until all of you decided I should be freed,” said Louise.

“Oh really? So if I say that you should be freed right now, there’d be no objection?”

“Andrew! I want to be the one whose gonna decide that!” Angela whined.

“Okay, okay, she’s your recruit,” my older brother said. “But don’t keep her tied up too long.”

“Oh she can take it,” Angela argued. “If not, then she would’ve failed the initiation.”

“Really?” Andrew sceptically answered. “Let’s talk in my room about this, and Tom, come along. Betty, Maggie, keep Louise nice and tight.”

I can see that Andrew wasn’t too happy that Angela suddenly changed the schedule of the initiation. Is he going to ruin it? I followed the two up to Andrew’s room.

“So you decided to move the initiation up a few hours without telling me and the others,” Andrew stated.

“Oh c’mon! There’s nothing wrong with it,” said Angela. “It isn’t really part of it. I was just scaring her!”

“In that case, I can tell her that it isn’t really part of the initiation, and I can untie her right now, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Andrew replied.

“Don’t! Please! I planned this for too long. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you, but I want her to be bound this night!” Angela insisted.

“I might, but only if you’d be tied up as well tonight,” Andrew said. “I won’t gag you so you can still command her and the other girls, but you won’t be free until you commanded Louise to be free too.”

I was silent the entire time, listening to the two, but I finally spoke. “But what about the feet?”

“I’ll leave that free. Just the hands and upper body,” Andrew said.

“Deal,” Angela said. “But what if I want to gag her or tie her feet. How can I do that tied up? Betty and Maggie can’t tie to save their own lives, and Tom here can’t use both hands.”

“Tom will accompany both of you,” Andrew said. “He’ll call me when you need to do something, and I’ll do it.”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean accompany them?” I asked.

“Simple. You’ll stay with them until this thing is over and both are free. Make sure they don’t do anything too crazy.”

Now, my idea of a fun Friday night isn’t to accompany the girls play. I am not yet old enough to appreciate girls, even though I got along with them just fine. Angela, Betty, Maggie, and Louise, indeed, all girls in our tie up circle are what you’d call ‘girly’ girls. Not one of them is a tomboy. Indeed, during that time, I can count with my fingers where they dressed in anything but a dress, or a skirt, even when playing rough in the woods. Which wasn’t so unusual during that time and in our place. And so normally, I don’t want to play with a group of girls by myself. I can play with them one on one, where we can agree to play something we’d both like, but not in a group of them where I’d be forced to play dolls, house, or dress-up.

However, joining them when two girls were tied-up, and the possibility that one of them might be gagged was too much for me, and both my brother and I knew it.

“Well, okay. Just as long as I just watch, and I’m not required to actually play with them,” I said.

Angela quickly agreed. She was still wearing what she wore to school, which was a white long sleeved blouse and a grey pleated full skirt which like Louise’s reached to her calves.

“Not that I’m doubting Louise, but what if she gives up and asks to be untied?” I asked.

“She won’t, but if she does, then I don’t think she can play as much as we do,” Angela commented. “Then the initiation tomorrow is off.”

Andrew nodded.

My older brother quickly took a long piece of white rope from his drawer, and Angela dutifully put her hands behind her. My brother crossed her hands, and lashed them vertically and horizontally before tightly cinching it. “Tight?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” my brother smiled he knotted it twice before wrapping the long loose ends of the rope around her waist over the wrists twice before knotting it tightly on her stomach at the front.

After the tying up, Andrew, Angela and I went down and rejoined the girls. Louise, despite being tied up, was laughing with Betty and Maggie in the living room couch.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:19 am

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

Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation

Postby hafnermg » Thu Mar 31, 2011 1:59 pm

awesome start!! you are an awesome writer!

Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:27 am

Thanks to sarumansauron and hafnermg for the comments!!! Its greatly appreciated!!

Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part II

Playing While Tied Up
(f/f), (m/f)


Betty, Maggie, and Louise were surprised to see the erstwhile captor tied up.

Angela and I quickly filled them in on what happened.

“So Louise has to be freed when Angela gets freed,” said Betty happily.

“It means that if Angela here wants to keep you tied up,” Andrew said, looking at Louise, “she has to be tied up, and if she wants to be freed, she has to free you.”

“Can you take it, and will you chicken out?” Angela asked.

“I can. I’ll prove to you guys that I can play too as much as you,” said Louise in an almost subdued manner.

“Here are the rules. You’ll pass this part of the initiation if you don’t ask to be untied, or complain about the ropes or if you’re gagged, the gag,” Andrew began. “You can always ask to be untied at any point, but if you do, you’ll lose automatically. If anybody asks you if you want to be untied or ungagged, you must always say no. However, if Angela, Tom, any adult, or I orders you to be untied, you’re home free.”

“What if someone unties me without me asking or if I said no and they still untied me?” Louise asked. “Will that mean I’ll lose too?”

“It doesn’t count. You won’t lose,” Andrew said.

“Don’t worry,” I offered. “We’ll know when you’ve been tied up long enough. That’s why we tied up Angela. If Angela can take it, so can you. Angela will decide when to untie you, because if she can’t stand being tied up, chances are, you can’t too.”

With that, my brother whispered something to Betty and Maggie, then left and went back to his room. I, per the agreement, stayed with the girls.

“Follow me,” said Angela to the three girls—Louise, Betty, and Maggie. I also followed, since I have to keep an eye on them.

We went to Betty’s room. While we walked the stairs, Betty and Maggie kept teasing Louise.

“Hey Louise! You want me to untie you?” Betty asked, smiling.

“No,” Louise replied.

“Oh, I know you want to be untied,” said Maggie. “The ropes are tied up too tight, and you want to be freed.”

“No, it’s not. I like it snug and tight,” Louise said, knowing full well that they were merely baiting her.

I later learned that my brother Andrew deliberately told the Betty and Maggie to do their best to coax Louise into telling us that she wanted to be freed.

We arrived at Betty’s room. Angela declared that she wanted to play with Betty’s huge dollhouse and her smaller dolls.

Betty and Maggie quickly put the miniature house on the floor, and removed the roof, so we can see the rooms and tiny furniture inside. There were tiny dolls that were designed to be played with the house.

The girls, even Louise and Angela, bound as they were, quickly selected the dolls that they want to play with. Betty and Maggie began moving their dolls around the house. When it was Angela’s turn, she turned to me.

“Thomas, could you move her to the kitchen?” she asked me.

“What?” I asked.

“Please? I’m tied up and helpless, and I can’t move it on my own,” she pleaded.

Despite myself, I transferred the doll from one of the rooms to the kitchen with my right hand.

“No, not like that. You must let her walk. She just can’t jump over walls you know,” Angela scolded.

I could’ve simply walked out, or refused, or made a fuss out of it, but instead, I merely put the doll back in the small room and walked it towards the kitchen.

“So Millie (her name for her character doll) walked towards the kitchen to eat with her friends,” Angela narrated as I moved her doll.

“Tom, could you also move my doll?” Louise asked after I was done with Angela’s.

“Yes,” I merely said, and walked the doll from her room to the kitchen. I seated it on a tiny chair around a table where Betty and Maggie’s dolls were already seated.

“Alice also joined them for the snack,” Louise narrated while I moved Louise’s doll.

Betty and Maggie giggled. “Ooh, Tom likes to play with dolls!” my sister teased.

I merely stuck my tongue out at them.

“Alice then decided to walk around the house,” Louise suddenly said, and looked at me.

I got the cue, and walked the doll around. Betty grabbed her doll and walked hers besides Louise’s.

One thing’s for sure. If Louise and Angela weren’t tied up, I won’t do this. Not for a million bucks.

“Then Millie decided to take a nap on the couch,” Angela said.

Due to my injury, I cannot use both hands to play, so I immediately positioned Louise’s doll so it was leaning on the walls. “Alice decided to rest for a while on the while,” I interjected and ‘walked’ Angela’s doll to the couch and positioned it so it was lying on the couch.

Louise and the others giggled. Suddenly I heard a yelp and a loud “No!” I turned around.

It turned out that while I was moving Angela’s doll, Maggie attempted to untie Louise’s hands. Louise immediately made her refusal to be freed known to my cousin.

“Nice try. But no. Only Angela and Andrew can decide when I’ll be untied,” my classmate declared.

I went and checked Louise’s bonds. It was still tight and to my eyes at least, inescapable.

“Betty, Maggie, behave!” I warned them.

They merely giggled then moved their dolls.

For the next few minutes, the girls played with their dolls. Whenever Angela or Louise narrated what their dolls would do, I was obliged to perform the action on the doll. It’s bad enough that I have to play dolls, but the fact that I have to play with only one hand and with two dolls made it a pain.

I was a smart aleck, and tried making suggestions, like having Alice and Millie being run over by a nearby matchbox car, or that the two dolls had a catfight, but I was called silly, and was shot down. Basically, we forgot that Angela and Louise were tied up.

After fifteen minutes, to my relief, they decided to play another game. This time, it was a tea party. Thank God that my younger brothers, John (6), Barney (7), and Lawrence (5) were at my uncle’s house next door, or I wouldn’t have lived down the embarrassment. Andrew himself was in his room reading.


They didn’t drink actual tea, but orange juice prepared by my mother for the occasion, on a plastic tea set that my sister had as a gift on the previous Christmas. Mom also provided us two straws for Angela and Louise when she was informed that they were having their party tied up.

They made me their waiter. I first pulled the chairs from the table in the dining room because Louise and Angela obviously can’t, and also did the same for my sister and cousin because I was too tired to argue with them. Whenever Louise and Angela indicated that they wanted to drink, I had to pour the juice from the pitcher of juice into the cup, and raise the cup so that they don’t have to bend their heads forward to drink.



It was at that point that my brother came downstairs. My mother shouted if he wanted something to drink, and he immediately came bounding down the stairs. He burst into laughter as he caught me holding a cup of juice near Angela’s head as she drank from it through a straw.

“You only need bowtie and you can be a waiter,” he chuckled as he got a cup in the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He then inspected the bonds of the two girls. He seemed satisfied.

“So, how’s it going with the two of you? I can’t imagine it’s too bad with Tom here waiting hand and foot on you,” my brother chuckled.

“Fine,” said Angela. “It’s fun. Want to try it?”

“No thanks,” Andrew said. “Louise, so, ready to give up?”

“No. I can stay tied up as long as Angela,” my classmate declared. “In fact, I’m doing rather well.”



My brother joined us. He took over serving Angela, so my burden was lightened with only trying to hold the cup for Louise to drink. Our talk was mostly Louise asking questions about our tie up games and us answering it.

“So what is the longest time you were tied up?”

“Four hours, I think, for me,” I said. “The longest times were when I fell asleep tied up and was only released when I woke up.”

“Yikes!” Louise reacted.

“I think thirty or forty minutes, maybe an hour,” my brother answered.

“Have any of you escaped each other’s ropes?” she asked.

“Oh lots of times,” I laughed.

“Yeah. Especially when we started these sort of games a couple of months ago,” Andrew stated. “We weren’t as good at knots then as we are now.”

“And because we like to help you,” Betty added. “How many times have I freed either one of you?”

I laughed. “Yes, you’re quite a handful!”

“Oh that stops next winter,” Angela laughed. “You’ll be nine, and you’ll be mine!”

“And mine, lil’ sister,” I added.

“And also mine,” said Andrew. “And Maggie too!”

My sister and cousin showed shocked and scared expressions in their faces.

“Oh you horrible, horrible people!” Betty said before bursting into laughter.


We continued our talk for the next ten minutes, after which Andrew went back to his room, and the girls decided to play another game.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part II Updated

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Apr 06, 2011 12:40 pm

Great continuation! How many good adventures you lived. That good that you are sharing with us. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part II Updated

Postby viking » Thu Apr 14, 2011 9:18 pm

great story like always.
gave me a good laugh too. you describe it so well i can imagine the whole thing.

give us part 3!

give us part 3!

give us part 3!
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:47 am

To sarumansauron and Viking, thank you.


Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part III

A Game of Hostage
(f/f), (m/f)


The girls spent several minutes discussing what to do next, and several ideas were shot down due to the fact that Angela and Louise were tied up. Finally, Betty came up with an idea.

“Let’s play hostage! Two of us would be kidnapped and stashed away, while somebody would have to find them within the time period. If you can’t find them within the time period, you lose,” my sister proposed.

“Let me guess, Angela and I would be the ones kidnapped?” Louise replied.

I rolled my eyes. “What else could it be?”

“Well, it’s okay with me,” said Angela. “There’s nothing better to do while tied up, anyway.”

And so it was agreed. Betty would hide Angela and Louise while Maggie on the front porch waited ten minutes. Maggie would have an hour to find them. She has to avoid Betty. If she was caught, she would have to go back to the front porch and count to one hundred, and Betty could move her captives’ location. I would be with them to make sure nothing wrong happens. I can’t interfere, only watch. If the captives escape and managed to run to Maggie, then they would win. So it was Betty versus the rest of us.

Maggie went to the front porch to wait out her ten minutes, while Betty prepared her captives for the game.

We went to my room, where she asked and I consented, to use my roll of duct tape, then went to her room. She went and took out a couple of handkerchiefs, and wadded it. It was clear what they were going to be used for. She then prepared several strips of tape.

“Aw. We promise we won’t shout,” said Angela. “We’ll stay real quiet!”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be really quiet,” Betty said as she put the wad in front of Angela’s mouth. “Open wide!”

Angela, despite herself, opened up and permitted her mouth to be stuffed. Betty carefully put the wad in, then, using the strips of tape on her bed, sealed the gag in by taping over her open mouth. She used another of the prepared strips, then tore strip after strip and applied it over the lower half of her face.

Satisfied with Angela’s condition, she took another handkerchief, balled it into a wad and turned to Louise. “Would you like to be gagged like her?”

Louise knew that she had to say yes if she was to pass the initiation, so she simply said, “yes, please,” and opened her mouth wide.

Betty happily stuffed the wad of handkerchiefs into Louise’s mouth, then taped it shut with a couple of strips. Soon, her lower face from nose to chin was covered with tape.

But my little sister, bless her heart, was not yet finished. She took a bandana, wrapped it over the back of Angela’s head rather loosely to cover her hair, then tied it below the chin. She then wrapped taped around her head over her mouth at least five times, the bandana protecting her hair from the tape, so that no hair touched the tape.

Angela could do nothing but grunt as the sounds that emanated from her was further silenced.

She then took a large bandana and asked Louise if she wanted the same treatment.

Louise nodded, although her eyes showed she was very unsure, but Betty proceeded to use the bandana to cover her hair. She then wrapped the tape around her head about three or four times.

Finally, to further silence the two older girls, Betty took another two handkerchiefs, then tied them over Angela and Louise cowboy style. She then pulled the handkerchief covering their heads down so that it covered the tape at the back of their heads. Thus, if you were looking at them, even closely, you wouldn’t notice the tape imprisoning their mouths.

“Are you okay?” I asked the two. I was concerned that this might be too far.

Both of them nodded.

“Let’s continue, okay?” Betty asked her two captives.

They nodded.

“I’m sorry for this, but Angela already experienced this sort of gag, and I can’t risk you shouting to Maggie where you are,” Betty said as she pulled them upwards to a standing position.

We went to my brother’s room. It was locked, but Betty knocked hard. Finally, my brother opened his door.

Betty immediately shuffled us into the room.

“What the?” my brother asked, but my sister immediately cupped her hand over his mouth.

“Shh. I don’t want Maggie to hear us,” she whispered.

Andrew looked at me.

I explained the entire thing to him.

“And Maggie won’t go here inside nor insist on looking for them here if you’re here reading alone, especially if you lock your room,” Betty explained.

“Isn’t that cheating,” my brother chuckled.

“No. Nothing’s off limits. But she doesn’t know that,” Betty argued as she pushed the two bound and gagged girls on the bed. Using my roll of duct tape, she taped first Angela’s ankles together, then Louise’s. Luckily for them, both were wearing long socks which protected the skin from the tape.

“Andrew, could you check their bonds and make sure they can’t escape?” Betty asked my big brother.

Andrew obliged and checked the bonds of the two girls. He nodded approvingly, then took two short pieces of white rope, and cinched the ropes between their wrists and back, further pinning their wrists to the small of their backs. He then took the duct tape, and taped over the knots of their bonds.

“There! They’re both nicely wrapped packages,” he said. “Aren’t you going to tie their knees?”

“No. That way, I could easily cut through the tape on the ankles when I need to move them,” Betty explained then left.

“I suppose I could tickle you,” Andrew said at both girls, who simply squirmed helplessly, “but then, Maggie might hear your laughter,” he said.

“I don’t think so,” I said. I described their gag to my brother.

“Our lil’ sister outdid herself this time,” Andrew laughed. “Now quiet, all of you. I’m reading something here and I don’t want to be disturbed. If you do disturb me, that means I’ll tickle you, got it?”

“MMmpphh!” both girls said while nodded.

“That goes for you too, Tom,” said Andrew as he resumed the reading that was interrupted by our intrusion.

I decided to have fun with the girls. I first forced Louise to lie down on her back. I began to gently wiggle her nose back and forth with my finger. She merely grunted and tried to move away, but tied as she was, she didn’t succeed. I poked her several times in the ribs which elicited movement, but I did not keep it up to actually tickle.

I went next to Angela. She was still sitting, so I used my functional arm to push her so that she’s lying on her back on my brother’s bed. I wiggled her nose just to annoy her, lightly scratched her hair, then pretended to ruin her hair. She glared at me, but I merely smirked.

After that, I got bored, and I borrowed a book from Andrew, and began to read quietly besides the girls, who I helped into a sitting position.

***

We were disturbed by a knock on the door.

“Andrew! Could I come in?” It was Maggie.

“No. Go away. I’m reading and I don’t want to be disturbed!” my brother shouted.

Maggie’s voice brought attention to Angela and Louise, who started shouting as loud as they can, which, to my ears, sounded like faint grunts. “Mmmmpphhhs,” they shouted, and I didn’t think it penetrated the door.

“Can I ask something?” Maggie said loudly behind the door.

The two bound girls were become noisy, in spite of the gag. Angela tried to hop, so Andrew shouted to drown out their noise. “What, say it louder! I can’t hear you!”

“CAN I ASK SOMETHING!” Maggie shouted at the top of her lungs.

“WHAT?” Andrew shouted back.

“DID BETTY HIDE ANGELA AND MAGGIE IN THERE?”

Before Andrew could answer, we heard Betty shout.

“Got you!” we can hear her loudly. “Shouting isn’t really a good way to stalk around!”

We then heard footsteps, which grew fainter.

The two bound girls looked downcast. I helped Angela, who was able to hop to the wall and shout at it through her gag, back to the bed. They resigned themselves to a loss.

An hour after the game started, Betty knocked, and Andrew let her in. Maggie came with her.

“What? They’re here?” Maggie said, pointing at Angela and Louise.

“Yup. Luckily, you shouted so loud that the next block could probably hear you, and I was easily able to find you,” said Betty.

“I should’ve gone back here,” Maggie said.

As they narrated the game, it was clear that Maggie’s shout was the game tipper. She entered through the back door, and managed to elude Betty as she searched for Angela and Louise. Only when she came to Andrew’s locked door did she inadvertently gave her position away. When she was caught, she went back to the front porch and waited ten minutes before she resumed her search. This time, she was more careful, entering the house through the basement. Betty didn’t find her the second time, but it didn’t matter. Maggie didn’t attempt to go back to Andrew’s room because she’d be discovered easily again if she did that.

As we finished our storytelling, we heard a shout from downstairs. Mom shouted that its time to eat dinner.

Angela began acting up, so we released her gag.

“Untie me. I want to eat with my own hands,” she said as soon as her mouth was free.

“Louise would have to be untied too, you know,” I said.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Angela said. “Just untie me.”

“Does that mean that Angela passed your initiation?” Betty asked.

“No. Not yet. It resumes after dinner!” Angela stated as we untied Louise.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part III posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:14 am

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

Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Apr 21, 2011 9:10 am

Thanks to sarumansauron for the comments!!!

Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part IV

After Dinner
(f/f), (m/f)


Dinner was pleasant. We mostly talked about things in school while we were eating. Mom and Dad asked lots of questions to Louise, as this was the first time she got invited to a sleepover at our place.

Mom did the dishes, with Andrew and Betty helping. Dad was on the living room watching TV, and the rest of us were up relaxing in my room. Though she said nothing, Louise was clearly apprehensive as Angela was eyeing her like a predator eyes a prey.

It was Maggie who brought it up.

“So, what do you mean that her initiation resumes after dinner?” my cousin asked.

“Well, it just means this,” Angela said as she went and picked up a long piece of thick soft white rope from my tie-up bag. “Louise, I don’t think I need to tell you what to do.”

Louise just smiled as she stood up in front of Angela, turned her back on her and put her arms behind her.

“So what are we going to do while tied up?” Louise asked as Angela began wrapping the folded rope around her crossed wrists.

“I don’t know,” said Angela as she repeated her earlier tie-up technique—wrap vertically then horizontally, then tightly cinch in the center between her hands. She suddenly pulled the ends on the cinch that it made Louise wince. “Not too tight?”

“It wasn’t tighter than the last one, I was just caught off guard,” Louise replied.

“Well, how about this?” Angela replied as she pulled the cinch even tighter before knotting it off.

Louise tugged experimentally and flexed her fingers. “Tight.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” she replied.

“Good,” Angela said. The rope was long, so there was huge lengths trailing from her wrists. As usual, she wrapped it over her wrists and around her waist, pulled it together tight using a starting knot on her back under her hands, then cinched it between her back and wrists, further pinning her wrists to the small of her back. “Care to test it?” she said as she finished and looked at her.

“I’m sure I can get out of this,” she smiled as she began to pull and struggle. Of course, we all knew it was bravado, as we all knew she wouldn’t be getting out of it without help.

As she was putting on the show, my siblings Andrew and Betty arrived, having just finished doing the dishes.

My brother looked at Louise and at Angela, and said, “Well, since you tied up Louise, you know what that means, right Angie?”

Angela smiled. “You’re going to tie me up, right Andy?”

Andrew nodded as he picked up a long piece of white rope. He went and inspected Louise’s bonds. “Tight. Are you sure it’s a good idea to put a newcomer to our games like Louise on such tight knots?”

“It’s okay,” Louise offered. “It’s tight, it doesn’t really hurt. It’s simply snug.”

“She’s going nowhere,” I offered.

“You wouldn’t mind if I imitated Louise’s knots on you Angie?” Andrew laughed.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t,” she replied as she crossed her hands behind her back. “Make it tight, Andy, because if I get out, I don’t have to untie Louise and I’ll get you!”

Andrew simply smiled as he tied Angela in pretty much identically with the way Angela tied Louise. “There! How does that feel?”

“I’ve been tied tighter before,” she merely said as she tugged experimentally on her bonds.

“So what are we going to do?” Louise asked as she watched Angela futilely try to escape.

“How about an escape contest?” I suggested.

“No. I don’t want to get tired tonight,” Angela said.

“Or because both of you won’t get out!” Maggie added.

“I know! We’ll play dress-up!” Betty suggested.

Andrew and I vetoed the idea but we were outvoted by the four girls. Betty and Maggie would be the one to actually dress-up, the rest would simply watch and make suggestions. Or rather, with what actually happened, Louise and Angela would wear what Betty and Maggie chose for them.

I looked at Andrew. I don’t want to be part of this, but Andrew simply indicated that I accompany them. Fortunately, my older brother got a book from his room and went to Betty’s room, where the girls would hold their dress-up game. I grabbed another book to read before going to my sister’s room. I’d probably be bored. I was wrong.

The girls decided to do a makeover with themselves before the actual dress-up. Unlike my brother, I can’t read with noisy chatter all around me, so I just sat on my sister’s bed besides my brother and laid aside my book. I watched them.

It turned out that Betty was able to sneak to her room some of my mother’s cosmetics. I’m not a girl, so I didn’t know what they were called. My brother asked my sister if she asked Mom’s permission.

Betty replied that she did. It turned out that this was the ones that Mom was going to throw away because it was nearly gone and she had bought a new set. Still, it was enough for their purposes that night.

Satisfied, my brother told them to keep it down or he will immediately call off the initiation, untie Angela and Louise, and call it a night. Since none of the girls wanted to end the tie-up portion of the night, they quieted down—a little. Andrew resumed his reading, blocking out the girls’ voices as he did. How can he do that? I always need absolute quiet when I read books.

They stared to apply make up on their faces. At their age, Betty and Maggie had very little experience applying make-up themselves—their mothers usually put it on when it was necessary. Needless to say, the results were hilarious. They knew they were no good, but Angela and Louise didn’t, so they decide to apply make-up first on the two bound captives. They were all giggling and whispering to each other.

Betty whispered something to Louise, then to Andrew. Finally, she whispered to me.

“Don’t laugh even if we did something wrong. Pretend we did an excellent job,” she whispered before giggling further.

Betty then whispered something to Angela, which, I later learned, was totally different to what she whispered to the rest of us.

They first put on make-up on Angela. She sat on a chair, but not in front of the mirror. After my sister and cousin liberally applied make-up, lipstick, eyeblushes, powder, and other cosmetics on Angela, to say that she looked like a clown was to be charitable. I ran out of the room, into mine, closed the door and burst into laughter. I laughed and laughed. Andrew followed me and was soon laughing.


We could hear a shriek, then silence. We came back to Betty’s room. Maggie had just stuffed a rolled sock into Angela’s mouth as soon as the redhead began to complain. Andrew and I looked at Angela’s face and laughed again. Louise joined the laughter.

After a while, the laughing subsided. Angela could not voice out her displeasure, as Betty kept her hand over her mouth keeping the sock in.

“If you promise you won’t get angry, or complain, or act up, or do anything that might annoy us,” Betty warned, “then I’ll remove the gag. Otherwise, I’ll wrap duct tape around your head.”

Angela has no chance but to nod.

Betty smiled, then extracted the sock from her mouth.

“Betty, in two months, in January, you’ll be celebrating your ninth birthday. I’ll make sure you enjoy it,” Angela declared but said nothing more. She need not to.

“Oooh! I’m so scared,” my sister cooed as she picked up the make-up kit and approached Louise.

“Your turn,” Maggie said.

“Do your worst!” Louise challenged, but the mood was ruined when she burst into giggles as both my sister and cousin began to apply make-up on her face. Andrew put aside his reading to watch this disaster, and I too watched with anticipation of the results.

It did not disappoint. My brother and I laughed at the results. So did Angela. The work of the two youngest girls on Louise was every bit as bad as that on Angela’s face. Louise quickly stood up and ran to the mirror, and burst out laughing at her own appearance.

We drew a sigh of relief. Andrew and I thought that Louise might be mad if she saw her own appearance, but I guess seeing Angela’s face helped cushion the blow.

After a couple of minutes of laughing, jokes, and teasing, the duo decided to apply make-up on their own faces. The results were a little better, but still laugh inducing.


After the make-up fiasco, Betty and Maggie announced that it was time for the actual dress-up to commence.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Updated! Part IV!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 25, 2011 11:49 am

Another great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part V!

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:14 pm

Thanks again to sarumansauron.

Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part V

Playing Dress-up
(f/f), (m/f)


It was obvious that Angela had lost control of the “initiation.” Betty and Maggie took control, and Angela knew that she would get a handful of cloth in her mouth if she tried to take charge again. Of course, she can easily say that she wanted to be free, but that would mean that Louise would be free, and that the ‘initiation’ would be over.

Betty and Maggie quickly put the cosmetics in a bag and put it away in my sister’s room. They commanded the two girls to sit besides us in my bed and asked Andrew to tie their feet. My brother obliged. I took out my tie up bag and gave it to my brother.

He selected a length of white rope and tied their ankles, wrapping it around each pair of feet and tightly cinching it. He took another rope and was about to tie their knees above their dress but before he could, Betty and Maggie went back.

“Wait!” said Maggie.

“Yup! It would be unfair if Louise and Angela couldn’t join our dress-up just because they are tied up,” Betty declared.

“So what are you suggesting?” Angela asked.

“Well, we’ll untie you both for the meantime,” Betty began.

“Then, Louise should wear a dress or costume picked by Angela,” Maggie continued. “Then you Louise would be tied up wearing it until we go to bed.”

“As for you Angela, if you agree with this, you have to wear what Louise picks for you, then you’d be tied up, and only be freed when you decide Louise passed the initiation,” Betty finished. “However, if you don’t want to, we’ll just gag you now and hogtie you both in this bed until you decide the initiation is over while we play dress-up.”

Angela has the power to end all of this by simply saying that the initiation is over and that Louise passed with flying colors, but she decided to carry on.

“That’s fine with me,” the redhead said.

“Sounds like fun,” said Louise.

“How about you two boys?” my cousin Maggie asked.

“Sounds like fun, but I think I’ll just watch,” my brother said, declining the offer.

I echoed my Andrew’s sentiments.

“Aw! C’mon! It would be fun! There’s lots of boys costumes you can choose,” Betty insisted.

“Na ah,” Andrew said, shaking his head. “I’d rather watch.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Spoilsports!” Betty pouted before leading the other girls out of my room.

We stood up to follow, but they stopped us. Since we were boys, and they were going to change, we have to wait in my room to see the results.

We waited for about thirty minutes. It was a really long wait. Andrew wondered whether they decided to finish the initiation and ignore us boys?

Finally, they returned.

Louise and Angela were similarly dressed. Louise and Angela, I could see, wore my sister’s civil war costume (like the ones in Gone With the Wind). I can confidently describe what they wore because they were similar to what authentic civilian Civil War reenactors wore today (and I asked my sister if she could recall what they wore that night). Both wore dresses that reached well below the knees, right just above the ankles. The legs were covered with white pantalettes, or bloomers, and their feet were covered with white stockings up to the knee and they wore black buckled shoes. They wore hoop skirts or whatever you call it that expanded the dress about a feet at the hem around them, which gave them a bell shape, plus a couple of petticoats. They were buttoned at the back, and has long sleeves. They were wearing gloves, and were wearing a bonnet which was tied off below the chin. The only thing that ruined the look was the ridiculous make-up both were wearing.

“Betty, wouldn’t Mom get mad if she she’s them wearing it? I mean isn’t it only for parties?” my brother questioned immediately.

“I already asked Mom, and she said they can wear it, as long as they are careful and don’t ruin it,” Betty replied. “Now could you please tie them up?”

“This is fun,” said Angela as she took Louise’s hands and pinned them behind her. I handed her a long white rope, which Angela used to dutifully bind Louise’s hands behind her.

She crossed her hands and like before, she wrapped it horizontally, then vertically, before cinching it tight between her ankles. There was still a long trail from the wrists, so she wrapped it around her waist and wrists, and cinched it tight between the hands and waist. She knotted it there making sure to keep it out of Louise’s reach.

Louise was giggling the entire time, and kept asking questions, mostly about the dress she was wearing, which Betty and Maggie answered. She even mentioned the fact that she like being tied up tight.

Angela directed Louise to sit on the bed. Louise was about to sit when Betty shouted, “No, not like that!”

It was too late. She sat down, and the hoops of her dress caused it to pop up and expose her legs.

All of us laughed at that one. Betty and Maggie quickly pulled Louise up to a standing position, and coached her while at the same time moved the skirt of the dress as she sat down so it won’t be repeated.

Louise just kept giggling the entire time.

Angela took another rope, bent down, and tied her ankles—she wrapped it several times before cinching it in the middle.

“So how do you like that?” Angela said as she placed her hands at her hips and looked at Louise.

“Don’t be so cocky, Angie,” Andrew said as he gathered rope in his hands. “It’s your turn now.”

“Not yet,” said Angela, jumping away from Andrew. “I’ve got to gag her. Could I borrow some of your handkerchiefs, Tom?”
“Sure,” I said as I went and got some of the handkerchiefs we usually use for mouth stuffing. “Here you go,” I said as I tossed it to Angela.

Angela caught it. She removed Louise’s bonnet, then asked her to open up.

Louise opened her mouth, and Angela stuffed the cloth in her tiny mouth. My handkerchief was a little big, so it filled her mouth completely and stifled any sound that she might have made. Angela then sealed the cloth inside by taping a lot of strips of tape in her mouth, covering her lower face with gray. She then put back the bonnet on her head.

“Are you finished?” Andrew asked.

“Yes,” said Angela, putting her arms behind her, crossed. She knew what was coming.

My brother wasted no time. He quickly and efficiently wrapped her crossed wrists behind her and cinched it between her wrists then knotted it. It was a long rope, so he tied it around her waist and wrists twice before cinching it between her hands and back really tight. Angela winced, but when I asked if she was okay, she said she was just caught off guard, but she can take it.

“I knew you can take it,” said Andrew as he directed her to sit on my bed just besides Louise.

Betty and Maggie helped her sit so she won’t pop up her dress like Louise did. As soon as she was seated, Andrew proceeded to bind her ankles. After that, I handed him a handkerchief, which he proceeded to stuff in Angela’s mouth. I handed him a roll of duct tape. He first removed the bonnet on her head, then proceeded to slap a couple of strips on her lower face, then put her bonnet back in.

My sister and cousin made comments on how cute they look packed in, and how both of them were like cute little packages. Both of them were still not in costume, so they quickly exited the room and told us all to wait.

We waited for a few minutes before the real show began. The show consisted of Betty and Maggie donning some costume in my sister’s room, then walking around in a catwalk in my room for our benefit. Andrew and I would applaud or make some comments, some complementary, some teasing, some making fun of them. They would then ask Louise and Angela if they like their costume, if they look pretty in them, if they’d like to wear it sometime, and the two gagged girls would have to nod or shake their head. Louise always nods her head even if in my opinion they looked terrible, while Angela would always shake her head even if they look decent. Then they would quickly go back to her room and change into another set of costumes. Then they would repeat it ad nauseam.

As I remember it, they first wore Betty’s Halloween costumes. There were ghouls, ghosts, vampires. Then there were various princesses costumes. After that, they wore Betty’s party dresses. She has plenty. Then they went through her nightgowns, pyjamas, everyday dresses, and pretty much everything in my sister’s closet. Overall, the entire thing lasted an hour and a half. Not very boring at all, to my surprise.

After that, Betty untied the ankle bindings of the two captives, and we all went to Betty’s room. Betty and Maggie were already dressed for bed. Betty’s room was a mess. There were a clothes scattered all over the place, and nothing was in its proper place.

My brother simply laughed.

I asked Angela if the initiation was over and if she wanted to be untied.

To our surprise, she shook her head. Well, we weren’t surprised. She was tied up continuously for only one and a half hours, since they needed to be untied to be able to wear their costumes.

Betty and Maggie helped Angela and Louise sit on two stools in their room, and Andrew tied their ankles as before. The two girls who were free then started cleaning up the room. Andrew and I helped. It took thirty minutes, give or take, to finally put away all the costumes and clothes that my sister has. I suspected that Angela didn’t want to help clean up the mess—that was the reason she chose to remain tied up.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part V posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:16 pm

Good adventures! Good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part VI!

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:29 am

Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part VI

Getting Ready for Bed
(f/f), (m/f)


It was now late. It was eleven in the evening, and we were getting sleepy.

“I guess the initiation is over, at least for this night, right Angela?” my brother asked her.

Angela was getting sleepy, we could see from her eyes, so I wasn’t surprised when she nodded. My brother removed the bonnet from her head, then removed the tape, and extracted the wad.

“What I meant was,” Angela said, “It’s over for today. It resumes tomorrow.”

Betty and Maggie had meantime removed Louise’s gag.

Angela turned to Louise. “So, can you take more of this?”

“Only this? This is nothing,” said Louise to Angela. “Anything you can take, I can take!”

“You’re not afraid to be tied up more?” I asked.

“No. It isn’t too bad. I mean, if I wasn’t untied twice because of dinner and to change into this costumes, I would have been tied up for five hours now and it would be unbearable, but as long as you give breaks, its okay I think. Besides, playing the doll house, the tea party, and dressing up in this costume, and watching Betty and Maggie’s fashion show, even while tied up, is fun!!” Louise opined. “The game of hostage is boring, but that’s the only thing I didn’t like in this game.”

We fully untied both girls, and we spent the next half hour talking about the initiation.

“So what are you planning tomorrow?” Louise asked.

“It’s a surprise,” said Andrew. “I can’t tell you anything.”

“Please! I’m dying to know what’ll happen to me. Aside from being tied up. I know that will happen!”

“No can do,” I said, smiling.

Louise looked at the other girls.

“I’m not part of their group,” Betty said, “so I don’t know anything.”

“It’s a secret,” said Angela, smiling. “But just so you’d know, I won’t have to be tied up tomorrow when you get tied up and gagged. That rule only counts for tonight.”

“Spoilsports,” Louise pouted.

We all laughed at that one.

“I know what! How about I sleep tied up?” my classmate suggested.

We all looked at her as if she had gone crazy.

“Well, but since I’m still new to all of this, I want my hands tied in front, and I won’t be gagged,” she added.

“Well, Angela should have a say in this,” my brother followed, “because if you will do this, so will she. If she doesn’t want to, then I won’t allow it.”

All of us looked to Angela.

“I’ve slept with my hands tied behind me, and gagged, thanks to Tom here,” said Angela, pointing at me. “Sure, I’ll do it. Piece of cake.”

“You slept gagged and with your hands behind your back?” Louise asked, amazed.

“Yup!” I said. “I basically tied her to the bed tied and gagged like that, and left her. When I returned, she was sleeping like a baby.”

“I want to do it too!” Louise said.

“Not now,” said Andrew. “You’re still too new at this. If you want to sleep tied up, then your hands are to be in front, or deal’s off.”

Louise assented to that. Even though I could tell that she really wanted to try it out once she heard that Angela has done it before.

Imagine the scene. Betty and Maggie were in their nightgowns, and ready to sleep. I was sleepy, my injured arm in a sling but almost fully healed, my brother standing besides the bed talking to us, and Angela and Maggie, talking about being tied up, while still wearing their civil war dresses.

It ended when Andrew and I left Betty’s room so that the two girls can change into their nightgowns. For our part, Andrew and I washed our faces, brushed our teeth, change into our pajamas, and otherwise got ready for bed. Andrew, accompanied by me, went back to Betty’s room, rope in hand, to tie up Angela. It turns out that she was about to tie Louise’s hands.

Both Angela and Louise had changed into Betty’s nightgowns. It fitted them nicely. They already had washed their faces and removed the ridiculous makeup. They already had brushed their teeth. Sleeping bags were already laid out besides Betty’s bed—Maggie would sleep besides Betty in the bed. In short, they were ready to go to sleep. Except for one thing.

When we entered, all girls looked at us for a second, then looked at what they were doing before we entered—Louise’s hands being bound. My classmate had her wrists crossed in front of her, while Henry’s sister took a long piece of white rope and wrapped it both vertically, and horizontally before cinching it tight.

“There! Do you think it’s finished?” Angela asked.

“I think so,” said Louise.

“Wrong!” Angela said as she gathered the long trails of the ropes and wrapped it around Louise’s waist tight, before knotting it in front, at the top of her hands and unreachable by her questing fingers.

She proceeded to tie her feet—wrap and cinch, both at the ankles and knees. She then helped her to the sleeping bag, and tucked her in.

“Wow! I guess you really wanted to be tied up sleeping,” I laughed as Andrew approached Angela with a couple of long white ropes.

“Well, it’s the first I’m being tied up to sleep at night. The other times does not count as they were naps!” she remarked.

“Look, this isn’t part of the initiation, and you can still back out of it without losing anything,” said Andrew.

“No way! I want to sleep like this!” Louise insisted.

“And if she has to, so do I,” said Angela. “Look, just shut up and tie me up, please?”

“We’ve got to try that, Maggie, when we can be tied up,” Betty remarked, looking from the bed at the entire procedure.

“You’ll have your turn,” I said. “Just wait until next year, and I promise you, you’ll be tied up everyday of every week of every month of every year!”

“Well, Tom, don’t be so cocky. The doctor will remove that [referring to my sling] and your left arm will be as good as new! You can be tied up again!” Betty rejoined.

“That’s right, Tom! I’ll get you first thing when you can use that of yours again!” Angela said.

I merely laughed.

In the meantime, Andrew carefully tied Angela’s hands. He carefully noted the way Angela had tied Louise, and tied Angela the same way—wrists crossed in front, tied around her waist, then her ankles and knees too. He helped her into her sleeping bag.

“Thanks for letting me do this, I mean the entire night, the entire initiation, even if it wasn’t part of the original plan,” Angela told Andrew.

Andrew merely smiled before he stood up.

“Good night, girls,” I said as we retreated to the door.

“Night, boys!” the girls replied at the same time, giggling.

At that, I switched off the light, stepped out, and Andrew closed the door.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:29 am

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

Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby canuck100 » Thu Apr 28, 2011 11:01 am

I wish my friends and relatives were as much into Tugs as yours. Great new chapter, Tom.

Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby Jake » Fri Apr 29, 2011 4:19 am

Wow! really well written and very enjoyable to read :P cheers :)
I'm all yours. Use any method of tying me up and I'll welcome it. Gag me however you wish. Blindfold me if you need to. Just don't hurt me! :D

Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part VII

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Apr 30, 2011 5:40 am

Thanks to sarumansauron, Canuck100, and Jake for your comments on my story.

Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part VII

Preparing the Original, Actual Initiation
(m+f/f)


I was suddenly woken up. I looked at the clock, it was six-thirty in the morning, and in that cold November morning, it was still completely dark. I looked at the window, and I can see that it was still twilight. I then looked at the identity of the one who woke me up. It was Andrew.

I was still very sleepy, and so was he.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Remember the initiation? It happens as soon as it’s bright,” said Andrew. “So get yourself dressed.”

I yawned, stretched a bit, huddled under my covers, before reluctantly stepping out of my bed. I quickly changed out of my pyjamas into jeans, a t-shirt and a thick sweatshirt. I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and headed to the kitchen, where Mom and Dad were already awake, drinking coffee and eating breakfast. Andrew was already there eating some toast. And so was Angela. She was already completely untied, and was wearing a dark green knee length dress, mary jane shoes with white socks and a black sweater.

“Is Louise awake?” I asked.

Angela just shook her head as she much another piece of bread.

“How did you get out of the ropes?” I asked.

She told me that Andrew checked on them when he woke up, and Angela, who was waken up by his entrance, asked to be untied.

My parents were surprised that I could be up so early; at Andrew not so much because he usually wakes very early.

We all chatted awhile before we heard a knock on the door. Andrew immediately went to the door and a few moments later returned with my best friend Frank (9), my cousin and Maggie’s older brother Donald (9), and Andrew’s friend David (10).

My parents were quite surprised by their unexpected arrival. “Do your parents know about this?”

The newly arrived boys indicated that their parents knew and gave their permission.

My parents seemed satisfied, and continued on as usual.

We waited until a bit after sunrise before proceeding with our plans. We talked for a while, mostly about what we will do with Louise the initiation started. All of us were excited. Andrew, Angela, and I told the other boys what happened the night before, and we were unanimous in declaring that Louise would probably take all that we threw at her, which emboldened us even more. We were sleepy, but the anticipation of what was to come kept us alert and awake.

When it was bright, about seven thirty, Angela and Andrew, accompanied by I, silently proceeded to Betty’s room. The girls were still soundly asleep. Angela knelt before Louise, and gently shook her. Once she was awake, Angela immediately clamped her hand over Louise’s mouth.

“Don’t make a noise. We don’t want to wake Betty and Maggie,” she whispered.

Louise nodded.

Andrew knelt besides them. “Louise, this is part of your initiation. If you want to join us, wake up, get dressed, and get ready. If not, go back to sleep.”

Louise nodded. When Angela removed her hand, she whispered, “Could somebody untie me first? I can’t get dressed like this,” before yawning.

Angela and Andrew helped Louise out of the sleeping bag as quietly as we could, then untied her.

“Don’t wake up my sister and my cousin,” I said, pointing to the two girls in Betty’s bed. “Go to my room when you’re done.”

Louise nodded as she gave another yawn.

We left her to her own devices and went to my room, where Frank, Donald, and David were waiting. The only ones missing were the twins, Chester and Jay, but it’ll do. We told them to come, at what time, so it’s their fault if they missed the show.

It was fifteen minutes later when Louise finally entered our room. She was a bit shocked and was a bit shy by the three additional members of our gang. She knew my sister, my cousin, and Angela well. Louise and I were quite close in school. But she was not that close to Frank and David.

Now, she was wearing a yellow dress that was quite long—it reached halfway between her ankles and knees, and a thick green sweater. She has also mary jane shoe. She was also wearing thick white tights. It was still quite cold, especially as the heater wasn’t turned up much—my parents always insisted on us wearing thick clothes inside the house if we could rather than putting up the heat and wasting money.

“Ready? You can still back out if you like,” Andrew said.

“No. Do your worst,” Louise said.

We had agreed that since Andrew and Angela did the tying the previous night, the other boys would do the tying this day. So David picked up a length of white rope and approached Louise. “Hands behind, please,” he asked. “Cross it.”

Louise complied as she put her hands behind her.

David then tied her hands by wrapping it horizontally and vertically, then frapping it tight in the middle. He used a long piece of rope, as a result, there were long trailing ends. He used that to wrap it around her waist and wrists a couple of times, then cinched it between the wrists and back, before knotting it at the top of the wrists.

Frank came forward with a rolled up sock. “You know what to do,” he said as he placed the sock before her mouth.

“Any last words?” Angela laughed.

Louise just opened her mouth.

Frank duly inserted the sock inside her wide open mouth.

Donald promptly tore a couple of strips of tape over her mouth and across the lower part of her face. He then tied a bandana around her head, covering her hair at the back. He then took the tape and wrapped it around her head tight over her mouth a couple of times. It was a much tighter gag than we used before, but we knew she could take it.

“Are you okay? Do you still want to go through with this?” Andrew asked, concerned.

She nodded her head.

“Atta girl!” I remarked. “This way, Princess!” I said, bowing as Andrew opened the door and the others went out, except Angela who stayed at the back of Louise.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby Jake » Sat Apr 30, 2011 6:30 am

How discreet :P

I'm surprised the parents believed the kids straight away, being their age ;)

Thanks :D
I'm all yours. Use any method of tying me up and I'll welcome it. Gag me however you wish. Blindfold me if you need to. Just don't hurt me! :D

Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Updated! Part VI!!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 02, 2011 12:04 pm

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

Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Part VIII

Postby Tom Ford » Sun May 08, 2011 10:09 am

To Jake, well, looking back at it, I don't think they really believed all that we said, but they just let it slide as long as we're good.

To sarumansauron, thanks.


Fall 1966

Louise's Initiation

Part VIII

Louise's Ticklish Ordeal
(m+f/f)


We marched her towards our attic, where we planned to do the initiation. Andrew and I vacuumed it of dust and cleaned it up a bit the day before, knowing we would use it for the initiation.

We sat her on an old couch, where the others promptly removed her shoes and socks and tied her ankles and knees. My hand was still in a sling, so I just watched. Frank blindfolded her.

“I have one question for you,” Andrew began. “Are you ticklish?”

I can see that Louise visibly tensed.

At that point, all of us attacked her. She was tickled at the tummy, at the armpits, on the soles of her feet, on her arms, on her sides.

She laughed visibly. The sounds emanating from her mouth was muffled and weak, but that was because of the thickness of her gag. I could see in her eyes that she really was laughing.

After three minutes of tickling, we stopped.

“Can take more of it?” David asked.

Louise nodded.

They again tickled her. I can see that she tries so hard to evade the searching fingers, but tied as she was, she was unsuccessful. Indeed, she resigned herself to laughing it out.

After the tickling, we, well Angela, untied her legs and put back her shoes and socks on her feet. She was breathing heavily, was sweating, and catching her breath, but with our help, she managed to get into a standing position.

We marched her to the front door, and opened it.

“We’re going to march you outside, tied up,” Andrew announced. “Angela had to do it too when she was initiated into our group. You can still back out. Will you like to go through with this?”

Louise nodded.

Frank promptly blindfolded her, while Angela got the coat we had prepared before. It was one of Andrew’s old thick coats, with its arms stuffed with newspapers to give the impression that it has arms. It was oversized and thick, but it was very cold, so it was appropriate. All of us donned extra thick clothes for this adventure.

We guided her out of the house. In truth, there were very few people out. On our street, it was virtually deserted, as it was still too early and too cold. Nevertheless, we teased her relentlessly.

“Don’t move too much. There are lots of people out there,” I said.

“Yeah. You don’t want them to notice you tied up,” Angela said.

That stopped Louise in her tracks. Did she really want to continue this?

“Do you want to continue? If you don’t want to, we’ll untie you immediately,” Andrew offered.

Louise nodded as she took a step forward.

We all smiled as we guided her around the streets. We spun her several times, so she really lost all sense of direction.

“Are you okay?” we kept asking her.

She kept nodding.

“Hey, look! There’s that old hole in the road!” Frank said, even though there really was no hole in the ground.

Yeah! Yikes, be careful! That snake could be poisonous!” David remarked, but there was no snake.

“I think its bite could be dangerous,” I contributed.

Louise kept walking forward. Andrew was holding her left shoulder, while Angela held her left.

Finally, after thirty minutes of walking around the neighbourhood, we walked her back to my house. Of course, she didn’t know that.

“We’re at your house,” I said, “So keep it quiet or your Mom might see you.”

She tensed at that.

Angela removed her coat and finally, Donald removed her blindfold.

“Just kidding!” I said as she saw we were in my living room.

“Congratulations!” said Andrew. “However, there’s one more thing.”

Louise got a bit scared.

“Let’s get her into my room,” my older brother said.

We marched her into our room. We sat her on my brother’s bed.

Andrew tied her ankles and her knees, over the dress, to make sure she remains modest at whatever happens next.

“Ever been hogtied?” Andrew asked.

Louise shook her head.

“Still want to go ahead?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Well, it’s your funeral,” David said as we positioned her so she was lying on her stomach.

We then hogtied her, rather loosely.

We tickled her again before we left her. Andrew locked his room to make sure no one would interfere.

Thirty minutes later, we came back and released her from her hogtie. Frank sat her on the bed while Angela gave a lecture.

“Congratulations! You have passed our initiation!” she announced.

I chuckled. In my opinion, what she had endured the night before was far worse than what we did to her this morning.

“You might be wondering what’s the purpose of this initiation?” she said.

Our captive mewed before nodding her head.

“Well, the reason is, because this is how we play,” Andrew said. “We play rough, and when we tie someone, we really tie him up! And when we gagged someone, well, they really can’t talk or make much noise, do they?”

Louise mewed again.

“I must warn you, you will be repeatedly tied up and gagged, but as a bonus, you might tie us up too,” I said. “Do you still want to join us?”

She nodded.

“Well, glad to have you aboard, Louise,” Andrew laughed as he removed her gag. It was done slowly as some of her hair was caught in the tape despite our caution, but she merely shrugged it off. We did not untie her feet or her hands, though.

“Wow! That was scary!” Louise said after she spat out the rolled sock from her mouth. “Water, please.”

Donald ran down and came back with water. He helped her drink.

“Thanks. Will you do the same to Betty and Maggie?” our captive asked.

“Yup!” I said. “I don’t think she’ll back out! Besides, she’s been pestering us about it!”

We then began a lecture our various rules. Mostly, she knew about this, but we just repeated it to be sure she knew about it.
With that, Frank untied her legs and we went down to the living room.
We watched Saturday Morning cartoons. I can’t remember what exactly we watched I guess it was Hanna Barbera cartoons like Huckleberry Hound or Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har Har. I can’t remember. But that is what we usually watch during those times. We didn’t untie Louise as she didn’t ask us too.

We watched for an hour or too. Louise kept fidgeting, but we ignored her.

“Um, is the initiation over?” she finally asked.

“Yes, why?” Angela asked.

“Does that mean I that I can ask to be untied?” Louise asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “When your gag was removed it was over. We were just waiting for you to ask us to untie you.”

“What? You mean all this time, all I have to do is ask you to untie me, and that’s it?” Louise asked. She obviously though she still can’t ask to be untied because of the initiation.

“Yes,” Frank laughed.

“Aw! Well, can you untie me now?” she asked.

We all laughed before David and Frank untied her.

She joined our team, so the teams consisted of Louise, Frank, Chester, Jay, and me, opposed by Angela, David, Andrew, and Donald.

And that was it. Later that afternoon, we visited the doctor, who pronounced my left arm perfectly healed. I was glad to be rid of the sling and to put the memory of my accident behind me. But that also meant I’m eligible to be tied up. However, we didn’t play anymore tie up games that weekend.

The next tie-up incident would involve Nancy, David’s little sister, who turned nine the week after Louise’s initiation. But that is another story.

Anyway, what can I say? The next story would involve Louise again, but also, Nancy, David’s little sister, but not Cathy.

What happened? Read the next part and find out!!!
Last edited by Tom Ford on Sat Mar 10, 2012 2:50 am, edited 3 times in total.

Re: Fall 1966 - Louise's Initiation - Story Complete!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 09, 2011 10:48 am

Great story! Great end! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!