Her first try, with her family

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Nov 19, 2012 8:44 am

He came over to me, holding a long piece of rope in his hands, his face red with excitement.
“Lisa! Take a look at the junk they sent us, will you! It’s completely useless!”
I had just returned home from a work-out session at the gym, still wearing my deep-blue, velvet leotard, and a pair of knee-high, white socks under my grey sweat-suit. I grabbed the rope, and gave it a real hard tug. It didn’t feel any different from any of the other ropes we had. Well, that wasn’t quite true; if you wanted to be real fussy, you might say it was a bit rough. But then you’d have to be EXTREMLY fussy.
“Oh; really?” I said. “Well, I think it feels very much like all the other ropes we have. Are you sure it’s the rope that’s useless, and not you?” I said with a, hopefully, disarming smile.
“Mm, quite sure,” he nodded apparently absentminded.”Here; let me show you!” Before I had time to react, he had grabbed my arms, forced them behind my back, and wound the rope several times around my wrists, knotting it off between my hands, so I wouldn’t be able to reach it quite so easily.
When he was done, there were still two long ends, which he tied together in front of me.
“You try and get out of that, and then tell me if I’m right or wrong!”

I started wriggling, and soon found that you didn’t have to be all that fussy after all: it was rough as hell! It took me ten minutes, but I eventually stood there with the rope in my hands. He gave my wrists a real thorough check, and noticed there were no marks at all left by the rope.
“Take off your sweat-suit and socks will you!” he ordered. “I wanna see if the rope leaves any marks, if the skin’s unprotected!”
When he sounded like that, I knew resistance was futile; I had better do as he said. He wouldn’t punish me or anything if I didn’t; he’d just go round sulking for a week. That’s punishment enough, believe me.

So in order to preserve peace in the family, I did as I was told like the well-mannered girl I am. Soon my wrists were, once more, tied snugly together behind my back.
I started trying to get out, but he hissed in my ear, sounding very much like Gollum, in ‘the Lord of the Rings’:” No; not yet, my precioussss! We’re not finished with you yet! No, we’re not; Gollum!” When he hissed that last ‘Gollum!’ he sounded like he had just swallowed something really big and, to be honest, fairly disgusting.
By pressing down on my shoulders, he forced me on to my stomach. He grabbed hold of my ankles, pressed them together, and bent my knees so I almost ended up with my heels in my butt. Then, he wrapped the remaining piece of rope around them, a couple of times, knotting the last of the rope of between my feet, leaving me in a rather strict hog-tie.

“Is that the best you could manage?” I puffed, trying desperately to find a knot, so I could get loose.
“Yesss, it isss! GOLLUM!” he hissed, apparently believing he was scaring me stiff, by sounding like that.
“Stop hissing like that, will you!” I snapped, by now rather annoyed by his antics. My efforts in trying to get a hold of any of the knots grew more and more frantic. I was not going to let him defeat me!

Suddenly, our 15 year old daughter, Sandra, stood in the doorway.
“What are you two doing?” she asked. “Why have you tied mum like that?”
“Well,” my husband hesitantly said, “I got hold of some rope, and I wanted to test the strength of it. I thought it looked kind of rough, and I wanted to get a second opinion.”
“M-hm; I see!” She was clearly not convinced by the explanation. “Mind if I give it a try? Just to give you a younger persons’ perspective? I’ll just go and change my clothes; back in a sec!” She ran into her room.
“Now, look what you’ve done!” I accusingly hissed. “You’re not going to tie her up like this, are you?”
“What I’ve done?” He was now clearly on the defensive. “How could I have known, she’d burst in like that? And no, I’m not going to tie you two like that.” He released me, but put two arm-chairs side by side a foot or so apart.
“You sit in this one,” he said, pointing at one of them, “and she in the other one.”

He went and got more rope, from our stash. He also got some gagging-material to use on us both. He and our daughter arrived back in the room at the same time. She had changed from her jeans and t-shirt, into her icy-blue and white leotard.
“Colour-coordinated ‘Damsels in Distress’, are you?” he noted, and shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
He started to loosely tie Sandra’s hands together behind her back.
“Is that the best you can do? Come on, dad; I want you to tie me as snugly as you tie mum!” she complained.
“Are you sure? I’m only asking because I usually tie your mum’s wrists and ankles pretty strictly!” he asked with a worried look on his face. “As far as I know, you’ve never been tied up before, have you?”
“Oh yes, I have!” she blurted out. “I’ve let the guys in my class tie me up once or twice, when the gym-teacher isn’t there!”
“Oh you have, have you? Remind me to have a private little chat with that young lady, the next time it is parents’ day at your school, will you?” her father growled.
“M-hm; will do!” Sandra beamed. “Now are you going to tie me up, or are we going to stand here debating, all day?”

Instead of answering, he pushed her into the chair, and tied her wrists together behind the back of it, every bit as snugly as my use to be. He wound a second rope several times around her waist and around the chair, tying it off in front of her, holding her snugly to it.
“Wow, this is really nice and schnoumph!” she said, as he shoved a rag in her mouth and tied a bandana round her head to hold it in place. He placed her feet against the legs of the chair, and tied them in place.
Then he tied me to the second chair, exactly as he had tied her. I could get out of it rather quickly; but as I wasn’t sure she could, I decided to let her set the pace.

I looked over at her, to see if she was in any trouble, and got a real surprise. Instead of being scared half to death, as I almost expected, she seemed to enjoy it!
Whazzzz up!.