A winter tale begins. (part 3 posted)

Postby Alex95 » Sat Apr 19, 2014 9:20 pm

I haven't posted anything in a while here. I thought I would start another story.

The two bells clanged hard as the striker moved rapidly between them. The old wind up alarm clock was signaling me that it was time to get up. I stirred slowly and let them keep ringing loudly. That was the nice thing about the old wind up alarm clocks. Unlike the new electric ones eventually they run out of wind and shut up. It was 7:00 in the morning on a cold Saturday in the middle of winter. I was 10 years old at the time of this story.

It was snowing outside. I didn't know that at the moment, but just lifting my head slightly from the pillow told me it was cold. That meant the sky was sharing some more white stuff with us. It was probably 15 or 20 degrees farenheight outside. (approximately -9 Celsius for those of you who live outside the United States). I had gone to bed at 9:00 pm the previous night. I was well rested. I knew I had to get up. I knew that my mother would be mad at me if I didn't. The family was on a time table this morning. I didn't care, I was warm and I really wanted to stay that way.

I turned over on my side slightly and let the alarm clock run out while I resettled my head onto the pillow and closed my eyes. It was the kind of day perfect for staying in pajamas in a nice warm bed. A few minutes after the alarm clock ran out, the lights to my room flicked on and I knew what was happening. I closed my eyes tighter trying to fight against the light. We all know that if we ignore it that it will eventually go away right? Not very likely but there wasn't much I could do about it.

"Matt honey, your alarm went off. It's time to get up. We have to get going soon and you still need to get some breakfast, change and brush your teeth." My mother explained.

"I don't want to go. Cannot I just stay home? It's warm here and it's cold out there." I wasn't going to win this argument with a clever smart attitude. I made my case straight and to the point.

"No, Sarah is coming this week and you are not staying home by yourself. That is all there is to it." She pointed out.

I switched tactics and rolled over on my side again closing my eyes. My mother had other plans. Five seconds later, the covers I was all warm under were suddenly ripped right off of me. She grabbed them at the foot of the bed and pulled them down far enough that I was uncovered. Immediately the cold air hit me as the outer layer of my protection was removed. I knew right then and there I didn't want to get out of bed. I eased myself up into a sitting position bracing myself with one arm. I looked up at her.

"Really?" I asked sheepishly.

"Really." She replied. "Now go brush your teeth. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes and I expect you at the table. We don't want to keep your aunt and grandmother waiting." She explained before departing the room.

Slowly and reluctantly I slipped my feet onto the floor and stood up. I was still somewhat warm. But I could feel the chill in the air. The pajamas were a big help, but that only went so far. I stood up and slowly worked my way out of the room and down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. The pajamas were new, less than a week old. My mother had to pry them from me the previous day because they needed to be washed. I had worn them to bed every night since we had got home from the store with them. I was glad to be back in them now. I rounded the corner and headed into the bathroom standing in front of the sink. I turned on the light and found my tooth brush. I took a moment and looked at myself in the mirror.

The pajamas were a one piece set made of a heavy warm fleece. They had a zipper that ran down the front from just under my chin down to my waist. The top half had long sleeves with ribbed cuffs at the ends of the arms. The bottom half ended in built in pajama feet with the little white skid resistant bottoms. The whole thing was blue in color except for the front of the chest. It was white with a star wars motif screen printed onto it. It even had a hood that was now hanging loosely behind my neck. We had seen them on a trip to the department store the previous weekend. I needed some new shoes and I saw them hanging on a rack as we passed. I thought they looked pretty cool and my mother asked me if I wanted to try them on. They fit pretty well and the next thing I knew we had purchased them. They were comfy, warm and really welcome this cold time of year.

I stood there brushing my teeth. I made the decision then and there that they were staying on through breakfast. After all, I was still comfortable and I wasn't willing to part with that yet. I also took a few minutes to use the bathroom before heading down to the kitchen. That was the one drawback to the jammies. I had to unzip them and remove the top half to use the toilet. I wore a t-shirt underneath to retain some body heat for that specific purpose, but otherwise they were wonderful.

The table was set neatly. My other siblings were already up and dressed for the day. I think my mother was a little annoyed when I showed up still in my pajamas. But she set a portion down in front of me as usual without much comment. That was part of having older children. They took their time to get moving the morning and there wasn't much you could do about it. Breakfast consisted of cold cereal, toast and juice. My mother didn't have time to cook and clean up a kitchen this morning.

"I still don't see why we have to go. We saw Grandma at Christmas a few weeks ago." I commented. As most of you know from reading my previous stories my mother visited my aunt most weekends. All of us ended up getting dragged along. At least until my sister was 13 when my mother started letting her stay home alone. When I was 8 she let me join her and settled on taking the two youngest children in our family with her. Still every once and a while I ended up getting dragged into it.

I ate and continued my protests. My grandmother was visiting my aunt as well and that meant we would be tagging along for a visit. She didn't come down from Pennsylvania very often. I ate breakfast rather quickly and continued to argue between bites of food. It got into a pretty heated debate between me and my mother. Both of us speaking our minds openly. I think all the noise confused my younger brother and sister about the situation.

"Well I'm not going and that is final!" I shouted at her. She was clearing her throat for a reply but I stormed out back to my room before she got the second word out.

I ran down the hallway back into my room and slammed the door behind me. "She couldn't make me go. I was too big for her to carry out to the car. I did it I finally stood up to her." I kept telling myself that I had won the fight that I knew deep down I had really lost. Any minute my mother would come pounding on that door and I would be forced to get dressed and get dragged along for a long boring day at my aunts. I just sat there on the edge of my bed in my pjs staring at the door waiting. I folded my legs and arms up crossing both as I sat on the bed.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened. It was probably only five minutes, but it seemed like an eternity watching the second hand slowly circle the face of the wind up alarm clock. Then it happened. I heard a gentle rapping at the door. It wasn't the loud angry protest of my mother that I had expected. Instead a quiet, relax and calm voice spoke through the door to me.

"Matt are you in there? Is it alright for me to come in." Sarah spoke softly from the far side of the door.

"Yeah go ahead." I replied. I had been expecting my mother. Having my sister arrive instead threw me off guard. She walked in slowly closing the door behind her.

"Mom is pretty upset. She really wants us to go to see Grandma today." Sarah explained the matter I already knew about.

"I know but I don't want to go. It's just boring." I explained back.

"I know. I told Mom that I would come talk to you and if you still didn't want to go I would stay home with you like you wanted. That way she wouldn't be late." Sarah interjected.

The response really caught me off guard. I had fully expected that I had lost the argument and I was going to be forced into going whether or not I wanted to. I uncrossed my arms and stood up slowly looking at my sister.

"Really, you mean we are staying here?" I asked excitedly. Sarah nodded and spoke back to me about a few other matters. The conversation shifted back and forth a little and I don't honestly remember everything we discussed. This was the 1980's and it was likely something related to a cartoon or something stupid like that.

Sarah crossed the room slowly and opened the bottom drawer on my dresser. She pulled it open and pulled a few of my shirts off to one side. I was starting to see what she had in mind. Or at least I thought I did.

"Do you want to be tied up today? We haven't played in a while. You could stay in your pajamas if you want to. They do look pretty comfortable on you." She explained as she drew a coil of rope out from where we hid it. It was one of the shorter pieces that my father had gotten us in the previous story.

"Sure." I replied with a quick nodded before crossing the room. Sarah was already uncoiling the piece of rope that was about 12 feet long. I turned around and presented my hands behind my back moving them together. Sarah took hold of them and began to wrap the rope around them. She wrapped them 6 or 7 times horizontally then took the rest of the rope and wrapped it between them vertically to cinch the tie off. Once she was done she gave it one final tug to make sure it was tight and then she knotted it off on top out of the reach of my hands.

I twisted my wrists behind my back. They were tied quite snuggly. After a minute or two of trying I quickly realized that freeing myself was going to be difficult. Before, wriggling out of a jump rope or bathrobe belt took some time. However, this new rope held very securely and made escaping quite difficult. Sarah was retrieving a second piece of rope from the dresser. I had expected she would get a second short coil to bind my legs with as well. I hoped she would wait until we reached the living room so that I could watch some television. However, she was dragging out the long piece that was probably 30 to 35 feet in length. She took her time and uncoiled it until it was neat. Then she tied one end of it off on my right arm.

I suddenly realized that she meant to bind my upper arms with it. I stood still and let her do the work. She wrapped it all the way around me at least half a dozen times. When she got down to the last 10 feet or so, she wrapped it underneath my arms similar to how she had cinched my wrists. This snugged up the ropes and held my arms tighter to my body. She did this twice on both sides then tied the loose end off in a knot in the front of the binding.

"Try to get out." Sarah instructed as she admired her handy work.

I began struggling and putting up a good effort. After two minutes of squirming the point became quite clear. I just shook my head and looked down. There was very little chance of me wriggling free on my own.

"Great, glad to hear I did a good job. Now, where does Mom keep your snowsuit?" She asked.

"Snowsuit?" I asked

"Yeah it's really cold outside and I think you are going to need something more than your pajamas for the trip down to Aunt Bonnie's." Sarah explained.

Suddenly it hit me. I put two and two together and it ended equaling four rather than the seventeen I had been trying to convince myself it was earlier. The door to my bedroom was closed. Sarah made her way across the room to my closet and opened it. The big black snowsuit with the yellow stripe down the sides was hanging on the door where I had last left it. I was old enough that I normally just wore a jacket to school this time of year. However, I had the snowsuit if I wanted to play outside in the snow for a longer period of time or if we went sledding. I hadn't warn it since our Christmas break going up to see my grandparent in Pennsylvania.

Sarah lifted it off the wall and started towards me slowly. I took two steps backwards from her slowly. My original plan had been to stay in my pajamas and avoid going at any cost. Now, I was trapped in my room with my sister. She was intent on making me go and my hands were tied quite tightly behind my back. My situation was not going in my favor. I ran towards the door. However, with my arms tied the way they were I couldn't reach the knob. Even if I stood up on tiptoe. I dropped back to a more comfortable flat footed stance and took a step back towards my sister.

"I guess I am going aren't I?" I asked looking at her.

"Yup." She replied.

This story is turning out to be much longer than I originally intended it to be. I think I am going to break it into a couple of parts so I can get this posted. I will be updating it later this week with a second part and maybe even a third if needed. As always thanks for reading. Comments are always appreciated.

Alex95 :tied:
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Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby xtc » Sun Apr 20, 2014 2:54 am

Don't apologise for splitting the story. I for one prefer shorter chapters. (It's probably also a sneaky way of getting one's "hit rate" up! - No, I didn't say that!")

Seriously though, other than a few awkward locutions, you're writing well and providing fine entertainment. I can't speak for anyone else but I know that I'm not the only one who appreciates the more innocent stories on the board.

Write on,
Xtc
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby canuck100 » Sun Apr 20, 2014 4:14 am

xtc wrote:(...), you're writing well and providing fine entertainment. I can't speak for anyone else but I know that I'm not the only one who appreciates the more innocent stories on the board.


^same here. Actually, your story is exactly the type that I was hoping would be posted on the site when I started it.

Well done, looking forward to find out what happens next.

Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby Alex95 » Sun Apr 20, 2014 6:51 am

I am continuing with the story from where I left off.

I twisted my wrists behind my back. There was no way out of this. At least not without a long struggle and I didn't have the time to conduct one at the moment. Sarah crossed the room and laid my snowsuit down on the bed. Then she went over to the top of my dresser. She gathered a few things then beckoned for me to come over to where she was standing. The first thing Sarah did was reach down towards my bound hands. After a minute I suddenly realized what she was doing and I began to do my best to help her accomplish it.

"I don't want you to catch cold out there. Let's get you bundled up nice and warm." She explained. My sister was sliding a pair of knit wool mittens on over my hands. The ropes were getting in the way of the cuffs going all the way up. But they served their purpose none the less. I was at that age where most children transition from mittens over to gloves, but I still liked mittens better. Mostly because they were warmer.

Sarah next pulled a winter knit hat over top of my head. She turned the brim up on it and made sure it came down and covered my ears. Finally, she tied a scarf around my neck once and wrapped it up over the lower half of my face in one pass as well. Once that was done she pulled the hood on my pajamas up and tied it off with the drawstring around my face. After that was completed, Sarah lead me gently by the shoulder over towards the bed. She picked up my snowsuit and unzipped the front of it. She parted it and held it up.

"All right, step inside if you would." She commented looking at me. I twisted my hands again.

"But how am I going to get my arms into the sleeves? I think you tied me up a little too soon." I replied back.

"You’re not, I am just going to zip it up over your tied hands. You will be plenty warm, but not able to do anything." My sister countered.

I shrugged and lifted my right leg off the floor. Between my efforts and Sarah's aid I managed to get both of my legs into the lower portion of the snowsuit. It was rather tricky trying to keep my balance with my hands tied, but Sarah steadied me and I partially leaned against the side of my bed. With a little work we accomplished the goal. Afterwards, Sarah drew the top of the winter garment up around my shoulders and zipped it up. She pulled the hood up and tied it off similarly to how she had one the one on my pajamas. With that set the two of us departed for the kitchen.

My mother was there when we arrived. she was going through a similar ritual with my two younger siblings trying to get them ready for the trip. They weren't tied up obviously, but it was still quite a challenge getting a 4 and a 6 year old ready for a winter outing. She looked and saw me approaching. There was a smile on her face and a look of relief in her eyes.

"See I told you I would get him to cooperate." Sarah pulled out a chair from the table and gestured for me to sit in it. I did.

"I am glad he listens to one of us." My mother explained.

"Yeah where are his boots?" Sarah asked.

"Over by the door." My mother replied.

Sarah left me where I was sitting and went over to retrieve my boots from the front door. My mother finished helping my younger brother get dressed and came over to look at me. She looked down and examined me from top to bottom. I was covered up pretty well, but my pajama feet were still sticking out at the bottom of the snow suit. Sarah returned with my winter boots and began the process of helping put them on.

"He's still in his pajamas." My mother commented looking down at me.

"I didn't have a choice. I tied his hands and I don't think he would have let me get him dressed afterwards. Besides, Aunt Bonnie and Grandma won't care. I think they will just be happy to see him." She explained as she helped me into my last boot.

After the three of the youngest siblings were dressed my sister and mother donned their own coats and started to coral us out to the family car. Zack sat on the right side in the back seat behind my mother. He was in one of those booster seats that had a front shield on it. My younger sister was still in a normal car seat in the middle of the rear passenger cabin. That left me on the left side of the car. Sarah helped me sit down and fastened my seat belt across my hips. Back then cars still only had lap belts in the back seat. After that, my mother climbed into the driver's seat and Sarah rode shotgun.

My mother backed the car out of the garage and drew it slowly onto the road. It was about a 45 minutes to an hour ride to my aunt's in good weather. It would be a little longer under the current circumstances. My current situation was unlike anything I had experienced growing up. My younger siblings were amusing themselves with Zack picking on Mia slightly. I ignored them for the most part and focused my efforts on my own current situation. My hands were tied behind my back and were completely covered by the snowsuit. That meant I had no way to manipulating anything around me. This had been the first time I had ever been tied up in the car and it left me with a sense of uncertainty. I wondered what would happen when we got there and how my aunt and grandmother would react to my situation.

I struggled a few more times and dropped it. I couldn't free my hands so there was little point in trying. After a little work of twisting my head back and forth and pulling with my chin, I managed to work the scarf off of my lower face so that it rested below my chin. I was plenty warm between the pajamas, all the winter gear I was wearing and my mother cranking the heater up all the way. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. It was a different experience going on a longer car trip with my hands tied behind my back the whole way. I spent most of the time focusing on looking out the window. I had no other means to occupy my time and I managed to get a rather interesting look at everything that was going on.

The trip was long and for the most part uneventful. We arrived at my aunts about seventy five minutes after we left where I lived. My mother pulled into the driveway at my Aunt's home without much effort. She parked the car and then my sister and her got out. My mother helped my siblings out of their car seats and onto the driveway. I had to wait for Sarah to open the door and undo my seatbelt before I could get out of the car. It was a little frustrating to tell the truth, but with my hands tied securely behind my back I had little choice. We walked up the sidewalk and up onto the front porch. My mother knocked a few times and the door opened. My aunt Bonnie was standing there holding the door open for us with a big smile. She beckoned us to come inside.

My aunt was a medium set woman in her early 40's. She was older than my mother by a few years, similar to how Sarah and I were. They had other siblings. But they were the only two girls in the family and had grown close out of their gender more than everything. She had medium brown hair that she wore short cut. She welcomed us easily enough and told us she would see us in the living room shortly. My mother and sister began shedding their own outer layers and hanging them up on hooks in the front entrance way to the house. I managed to kick my own boots off on my own, but beyond that I would need help in order to complete the task. Once Sarah had disposed of her own coat she began to help me strip out of the snowsuit and the other winter accessories she had added at my own house. I stepped out of the pants part of the snowsuit and she set about hanging it up. I looked down at myself for a moment and I suddenly realized I was standing there in my feety pajamas with my hands still tied securely behind my back. Being in the car I had almost forgot how ridiculous my situation would probably seem upon our arrival.

I looked down at I suddenly realized that I was the center of attention for both of my younger siblings. In fact I was probably the center of attention for my mother and sister as well. I know they had probably not seen me tied up before. Sarah and I went to some efforts to keep our games a secret and my mother had preferred that my younger siblings not get roped into to them so to speak. I don't think either of them had realized that my hands had been tied up in the car. But, now with the snowsuit off it was pretty obvious. I took a step towards my sister.

"Sarah you should probably untie me. I don't know how Grandma and Aunt Bonnie would take it. They might call the police to take me away from mom or something." I commented.

Sarah just took one hand and gently rubbed my hair messing it up a little. She let out a quick laugh.

"Hey you’re the one who wanted to be tied up. Besides it will be fine and I don't think I want to let my little prisoner go yet. Come on their waiting for us." Sarah explained.

My sister took hold of my arm and began to lead me out of the entrance way and into the living room. I thought about dropping to the floor and becoming dead weight. But I didn't do that. I wanted to preserve what little dignity I had left and walked along with her. My two younger siblings were in two followed by my mother. I rounded the corner and there they were sitting together on the couch. They were in the middle of a conversation but dropped it. They turned to look at our little parade and I could tell instantly I was the center of attention. I swallowed hard. This was it.

Again, I think I am going to break this here. I have plans today and I wanted to get his second part of the story posted before I left for them. I hope everyone is enjoying it. I will probably work on part three later in the week.

Alex95.

Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby Alex95 » Sun Apr 20, 2014 7:04 am

Thanks for the replies guys as well. I think I like breaking the story into smaller sections as well. It frees me up a little more and I don't have to find a large block of time to write and post a whole story. I appreciate the feed back and I will continue posting on this story a little later this week.

Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby tony2 » Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:24 am

a cute and fun story to read. so cold that i'm looking for another blanket!
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby LordNelson » Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:54 am

Please let me add my name to the list of those who don't mind longer stories. In order to tell a good tale there must be enough detail to allow the reader to picture it in their imagination. Your writing provides us with the information we need to get to know the characters as well as to explain their situation.

Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby drawscore » Sun Apr 20, 2014 12:12 pm

Interesting and well written. No "jump off the page" grammatical or spelling errors. (And since I have written professionally, 99% of spelling and grammatical errors DO jump off the page at me.)

Drawscore

Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:41 am

Hallo if I read this I wish I was on your place. I can not wait read more.
Anndrew
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Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby cp729 » Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:56 pm

Very good story, please continue

Re: A winter tale begins.

Postby Alex95 » Mon May 12, 2014 8:10 pm

I apologize for taking so long to get this posted. I had something big come up unexpectedly in my life recently. Anyways thanks for everyone's patience, here is the third part of this story.

I am continuing with the third part of this story. Again I appreciate the feedback and hope everyone is enjoying following along.

I was standing there looking forwards at my relatives as they sat on the couch and returned my gaze. The tension was heavy and my face was probably turning as red as a beat. We stood there in silence at what seemed like forever. Then suddenly the whole mood lightened and the silence was broken my by younger siblings.

"Grandma, Grandma ! !!" The two of them shouted running around and heading for the older woman to get a big hug.

My grandmother was a heavier set woman advanced in age as well as wisdom. Her hair was worn up in a curly perm neat on top of her head. She had lost the brown color to it long ago and replaced it with a more distinguished looking grey. It showed her age and her wisdom equally. She leaned down and draped an arm over each of the younger children giving them a group hug so to speak from where she was sitting. She didn't have to share any words. The feelings seemed to gravitate through the mood and set it in the air.

The knot in my stomach dropped suddenly and I relaxed somewhat as she looked up. Her face was wrinkled but it bore a warm and welcoming smile that I returned. Sarah stood behind me and I could almost tell without looking that she shared the sentiment of the situation. My grandmother rose from the sofa slowly and made her way over to where I was standing. The younger siblings in my family followed her at a short distance back.

"My how you have grown Matt. It's good to see you." She offered before leaning down and offering me an embracing hug. I wasn't able to return the gesture because of my current situation. Sarah got the next turn and offered a half one armed embrace as did my mother following the whole situation. The older woman looked down at me.

"So what prompted all of this?" She exclaimed referring to my ropes.

"It was the only way we could get him to come." Sarah explained.

"Well this certainly brings back some memories. Emily, (my mother) why don't you take the younger ones down to the family room and get them set with some toys. Then come back up here and we can have a good long visit together." She explained. "Sarah why don't get your brother a chair so he can at least sit down. There are plenty of them in the dining room." My grandmother finished.

My mother led my two younger siblings from the room. They both had a questionative look in their eyes, but the word toys prompted their departure. My aunt had a larger gathering room about twice the size of the living room. She had a box of toys that had been accumulated there from her and my mother's childhood that my younger brother and sister liked to play with when we visited. Sarah departed from the room as well and returned a few mintues later carrying a large wooden chair. It was one of the ones that had been situated around my aunt's dining room table. She set it off a little way from where I was standing.

"Matt could you come over here please?" Sarah asked beckoning me to approach the area where she was standing.

I walked across the room and she shifted position behind me. I felt some tension on the ropes binding my upper arms. Sara was pulling on them from behind and suddenly I felt one of the cinches begin to loosen. Sarah worked on the rope for a good 2 minutes before she finally pulled the last coil of the longest piece free from my upper body. This released some of the tension on my arms and allowed me a little more comfort in terms of the ropes. I shifted my position in front of her slightly and bent forward bringing my bound wrists upwards so she could reach them easier.

"No silly, I just need the longer rope so I can tie you to the chair. I am not letting you go yet." Sarah explained.

Suddenly my heart sank. I wasn't getting out of this after all. My sister guided me towards the chair and motioned with one hand for me to kneel on the chair. With her help I guided myself upwards until I was crouched down basically standing on the seat of the chair. Sarah helped me stand up most of the way and guided my bound arms up over the back of the chair. Once that was done. She guided me into a seated position. This left me sitting facing forwards in the chair with my arms tied behind the back of it. Getting into this position had been challenging. Getting out of it seemed like it would be impossible. Sarah bent down and picked up the longer rope off the floor and got start.

My sister began by wrapping the rope around my waist twice almost like a seat belt. This pinned my waist to the back of the chair. Next, she threaded the two ends of the rope around the cords binding my wrists and pulled them tight against the back of the chair. This would prevent me from moving my wrists more than a few inches in any direction. Once that was done, Sarah ran the ropes around the front of the chair one more time and tied them together with a knot on my waist. This left about 12 feet or so on each of the rope branching off in each direction.

Once that was done, Sarah knelt down and took hold of the left end of the rope. She grabbed ahold of my left ankle and drew it towards the left leg of the chair. She wrapped the end of the rope around it half a dozen times then cinched it off in the middle before knotting it. She repeated the process with my right leg. This pinned each of my legs individually to a different leg of the chair. Once that was done she stepped back and admired her handy work.

"There that should hold you. Don't you think so Matt?" My older sister asked looking down at me.

I decided to test the ropes out. The original bindings on my wrists were still quite secure and didn't offer much give when I pulled against them. The new ropes were snug and secure as well. After a few minutes of struggling the best that I could everyone in the room quickly realized that I wasn't going anywhere fast.

"Yeah, I think I am stuck good." I let out after one good last struggle.

"Well, you ladies keep an eye on your guest, I am off to take care of the young ones. We don't want to leave them alone too long. After all they can get into all sorts of trouble." Sarah explained and she departed from the room.

A few minutes later my mother returned from watching the younger siblings. It was a duty that Sarah had likely relieved her of. She seated herself on the sofa next to my aunt and grandmother. The three of them started into a conversation. I don't remember what they discussed honestly. This was a lifetime ago and my mind was elsewhere for obvious reasons. They paid me little mind for the most part. I caught them shooting me the stray glance from time to time. But, for the most part they seemed to be ignoring me.

I sat there and worked at the ropes on and off. There conversation wasn't of much interest to me anyways. Still, it was pretty boring being tied to a chair looking at the wall. I could see the three women if I turned my head, but that really didn't improve the scenery all that much. I was getting pretty stiff from being tied up for so long. This wasn't the longest I had ever spent bound by this time in my life. However, it seemed like an eternity. It always does when you're tied up with nothing to take your mind off the situation.

"Emily, where did you get those pajamas for Matt?" My grandmother asked. "I would think he is a little bit old for feeted ones."

"I took him to Sears for some new school shoes last weekend. He saw them hanging on the rack and actually asked if he could try them on. Once I saw him wearing them, I offered to buy them before he changed his mind. Doesn't he look cute?" My mother commented with a slight giggle to her tone.

"I'll say." My aunt Bonnie added before the conversation shifted.

I was a little annoyed by the comments. But I had gotten myself into this situation. I had definitely wanted the new sleepwear. But, I hadn't expected them to be on display while I was tied to a chair at my aunts. I renewed my struggles against the ropes. However, this time I got some luck. With a little bit of work, I managed to pull my right hand free from the coils of rope that bound it. After a few more tugs I brought my arm around to my front. I stretched for a moment and then returned my arm to behind me so I could untangle the remainder of the bindings on my left wrist. After a couple of minutes my hands were finally free.

I suddenly noticed that the women had taken interest in my progress. I paid them little heed and took a few minutes to massage my wrists before proceeding with freeing myself the rest of the way. However, that proved to be more troublesome than I thought it would. The problem I ran into was the rope around my waist pinned me to the back of the chair. I don't know if Sarah had planned it this way but this whole system was pretty ingenious. I couldn't release the knot holding me to the middle of the chair without an end of the rope. Since she had tied my feet separately, the ends of the rope were down at my ankles tying them to the chair.

The problem was that even with my hands free, I couldn't lean forward enough to reach the knots and untie my feet. Because of the way my feet were tied to the chair, I couldn't slip out of the waist rope by sliding under it or pulling my feet up through it. I shifted back and forth and rocked the chair quite a little bit. However, no matter what attempt I made, I couldn't improve my current situation. After a few minutes of wriggling I stopped and rested for a short break.

Finally, my grandmother got up and approached the spot where I was sitting. She leaned over and untied the rope binding my left leg to the chair and returned to her seat on the couch. With a few moments of wriggling I pulled my left leg free and managed to draw the end of the rope up. After that it was just a matter of unthreading the knot around my waist and freeing my other leg from the chair.

"Well done we have another escape artist on our hands." My grandmother commented to everyone gathered around the room.

"Another escape artists?" I asked inquisitively.

"Your mother was quite good at it. I don't think I ever managed to keep her tied up for more than half an hour or so." Bonnie commented.

"You mean you guys used to play tie up when you were kids too?" I asked.

"Play tie up? Why I remember the time . . ." My grandmother began.

What followed was a rather lengthy anecdote about how my mother got tied to a kitchen chair when the two sisters were fighting over who got to take a bicycle and go to the park. They both had bikes as kids, but my aunt's got a flat tire. So she tied my mother to a chair and stole her's. I don't remember the whole story well enough to draw it out here and I don't have the space.

"Well, I can see I am boring you quite a bit. Why don't you go downstairs and play with your brother and sisters. I fix some lunch in a little bit and we can all share a meal together." My aunt offered.

I decided to take her up on her offer. I departed the living room and headed down into the family room. It was a huge room slightly lower in elevation than the main floor of the house. Not quite a basement, but you had to go down 4 or 5 steps to get to it. It housed my aunt's large television set along with some toys that were left over from my mother's childhood. My aunt didn't have any children, but she had quite a few nieces and nephews who often came to visit. Sarah had the television on and Zack and Mia were playing with something over in the corner. I don't remember what they were playing exactly, but I joined them.

We spent the next hour or so in the family room until I heard my mother's voice call from the second floor that lunch was ready. The four of us headed upstairs and into the various bathrooms to try and find a place to wash our hands for the meal. My aunt had cooked up some hotdogs and French fries for lunch and was plating them as we arrived. The seven of us gathered around the big table and she began to serve the meal. I was tired from being tied for so long and the food looked good. We began eating.

I am breaking this part of the story here. I will post the last part of this in a few more days. I apologize again for taking so long to get this done.

Alex95

Re: A winter tale begins. (part 3 posted)

Postby tony2 » Mon May 12, 2014 8:44 pm

The hallmark of a good memory looks like it is rope!
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: A winter tale begins. (part 3 posted)

Postby xtc » Tue May 13, 2014 1:33 am

Don't apologise for taking your time. Take the time you need to get things to a stage where you are happy before posting.
You have a good narrative style. Don't rush it!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: A winter tale begins. (part 3 posted)

Postby tony2 » Tue May 13, 2014 2:50 am

xtc wrote:Don't apologise for taking your time. Take the time you need to get things to a stage where you are happy before posting.
You have a good narrative style. Don't rush it!


I second that. Otherwise like the guy who read through the London phonebook said, "Lousy plot, but a great cast of characters." :big:
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: A winter tale begins. (part 3 posted)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue May 13, 2014 5:50 am

very good part, if you no time for writing and more important things to do in everyday life than I can wait.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: A winter tale begins. (part 3 posted)

Postby cp729 » Tue May 13, 2014 1:55 pm

thanks very good

Re: A winter tale begins. (part 3 posted)

Postby FeliDaKitten » Wed May 14, 2014 5:50 pm

Looking forward to the next chapter!