Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Story Complete!

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Apr 25, 2012 10:10 am

Summer ‘68

Two days, Six Girls

Introduction


And so it has come to this. My last story for this board for a while. I have many more tie-up experiences that I could tell, but sadly, not the time. I hope those of you who enjoyed my previous stories will enjoy this last one.

This story was the climax of all the tie-up games that we had played during all this time. This story was burned in my memory and the memory of every participant ever since it happened. And I have records of it more than that of any other story. And this story is long. Very long. So many things happened, that writing it forty three years later, if I didn’t experience it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. And everyone of us participated in it. Eight boys, and six girls, plus a couple of adults. Most of you who read my previous stories would know of the characters well, but for those who read this story as their first, let me give an introduction.

Note: You can skip the following and proceed to part I in the next post if you want. It’s not important for the story, but merely a summary of the tales I have given.



Background



We lived in a small town. It was small enough that all our friends, and also our church, school, and the small commercial district, I could reach by foot or bicycle. The next town was far away and can be reached by half an hour’s trip by car. It was surrounded by farms and forests, which contributed to its rustic setting. Indeed, our house was on an abandoned farm. It was a setting conducive to much outdoor activity. The weather for much of the year except summer was cold or cool. Our winters were harsh, the spring and fall colder than most.

My father was a lawyer, my mother a stay-at-home mom. Both of them grew up on farms. Thus, they had considerable knowledge of knots, mostly to tie logs, fences, those kinds of things, and they passed them on to us when they taught us to share in the chores. For example, the diagonal lash, the square lash, and the shear lash, which we used all the time in tying each other up, was taught to us by my parents. And my father also had a book on knots which he used when needed to do something in the house or yard that requires knots which he was not familiar with. We consulted heavily on these to inform us of our tying activities. From there, we made various experiments on each other on what would work and what would not work. I learned that my mother and father, and my uncle and aunt, all lived in the same community growing up. They tied each other up too in games, and they moved together into this small town of ours. They bought houses next to each other, so my uncle and aunt, and thus my cousins, were next door neighbors.

I was the second child of six children. The oldest, Andrew, was a year older than me. Betty, my only sister, was a year younger. Then, in progression, were Bernard (whom we called Barney), John, and Lawrence, each only a year younger than the previous one.

The Tie-up Games


I had been playing tie-up games since I was nine, in the spring of 1966. The first time tie-up games were played in my generation was by my brother and his best friend David, when they tied each other up for fun. I got involved when I tried to bother them one time, so they tied me up. I tried to have revenge by recruiting my cousin Donald, and my best friend Frank, to redress the numerical balance. Then Andrew, my older brother, and David, in order to again gain the upper hand, recruited Chester and Jay, twins, to their side, thus giving them once again, numerical superiority.

For a while, these were the main players of our games. We did not think to recruit girls, because we did not think that they could play tie up games. Of course, we were mistaken.

The other boys were sceptical in letting Angela play tie-up games, to say the least. My brother, Andrew, however, decided that he might let her in, provided she pass an initiation, which we thought, she cannot possibly pass. She did pass the initiation, and we were so proud of her, that whatever feelings we had of not wanting a girl in our tie-up games were swept aside.

The next significant event that would impact our tie up games was our vacation, in the summer of 1966, in our grandfather’s farm in Vermont. The ones who went were my family and my uncle’s family, plus a few friends who obtained permission from their parents to join us—mainly Angela, Henry, David, Nancy, and Cathy. We continued our games there, and two neighbour kids, who we befriended in previous visits, Robert and Jerry, substituted for the twins. We played in my great grandfather’s large house, in the farm itself, in the woods, and besides the lake, both tie up and non tie up games.

After the summer vacation, Chester and Jay resumed their places in our games. What was of primary importance, however, that just after the start of the school term in the fall of ’66, was that we reshuffled our teams, which I will show below. We played a few regular games using the new teams, but what changed now was the introduction of a new member—Louise—my future wife, to our games. She was already nine when we got to know her, so there was not any issue of us being able to tie her up. Louise was my classmate, my seatmate, and Angela’s next door neighbour. That immediately made her very close to both of us, and that resulted in her being tied up soon enough. She proved to be willing to join our tie up games, and after an initiation, she joined our team.

Next to join our tie up team were Nancy and Cathy, David’s little sisters. Since they were not of our family, they were exempt from the nine year old rule, and as a result, David regularly ties them up. Then, Nancy, during that fall, turned nine, and we tied her up as a result.

However, the decisive event of the fall of ’66, at least for our tie up games, was my accident, which happened when I was trying to capture Frank. As a result of that, I got injured, and we changed our rules to eliminate roughhousing that might result in another injury, so we instead substituted the use of a water pistol for all captures.

During the winter of 1966-67, we tied up Betty, and Maggie for the first time. But during that first time, they were still a few weeks short of their ninth birthday, and we were caught by the adults and punished. We made up for that by tying both of them when they reached their ninth birthdays. Then, before the winter ended, we initiated Nancy, Betty, and Maggie at the same time.


Regular Games


The hardening of teams, which constituted members that would be the same game after game, led to the division of tie-up games into two kinds, the regular games, and the non-regular games. The division was not formal, or there was not any kind of action which defined what was to be or not to be regular games and irregular games. Rather, it came about naturally.

Regular games were games between two sets of teams that had more or less permanent members. The groupings as they evolved were:



Andrew and David vs. Tom (me) (which lasted only for one game, the very first I participated in)

Andrew and David vs. Tom, Donald, and Frank
Andrew, David, Chester, and Jay vs. Tom, Donald, and Frank
Andrew, David, Chester, and Jay vs. Tom, Donald, Frank, and Angela

During our vacation in my grandfather’s Vermont farm where my father grew up, the games continued. Angela, Frank, and David secured permission from their parents have their vacation with us, but Chester and Jay had their own vacation. So Robert and Jerry, neighbor kids of my grandfather, and our friends from earlier visits, substituted for twins.

Andrew, David, Robert, and Jerry vs. Tom, Donald, Frank, and Angela

When we came back the teams resumed.

Andrew, David, Chester, and Jay vs. Tom, Donald, Frank, and Angela

After the summer of 1966, we reshuffled our teams. So the teams were:

Andrew, David, Donald, and Angela vs. Tom, Frank, Chester, and Jay
Andrew, David, Donald, and Angela vs. Tom, Frank, Chester, Jay, and Louise
Andrew, David, Donald, Angela, Betty, Maggie vs. Tom, Frank, Chester, Jay, Louise, and Nancy
Andrew, David, Donald, Angela, Betty, Maggie, and Cathy vs. Tom, Frank, Chester, Jay, Louise, Nancy, and Henry

That was how the teams stood during the summer of 1968.

After the boys versus girls game, and the two days of tying up the girls, the teams simply became boys vs. girls.

The regular games were any game where the members of one team try to capture and hold the members of the other for thirty minutes. The captors should leave the captives alone so they could try to escape. If they did escape, they could try to capture their former captors, or they could be recaptured. A game would end when the captors came back after being absent for half an hour and the captives were still tied up, and declare victory. Or it could end with neither team winning, and it would be declared a draw.

A regular game can be initiated almost anytime. As long as you are not doing chores, studying, or in front of adults, you are considered fair game by the opposite team. And as long as you are captured legitimately, unless you really have a good reason, you have to let the one who captured you to tie you up. If you were the last member needed for victory, you could be released after only thirty minutes. However, if you were the first one, and it took a long time to capture your teammates, you could be tied up for a long time. At first, you had to capture all of the opposite team, but later, a simple majority would suffice, especially after my injury and there arose a situation where we can capture all of them, and they can’t capture all of us. And as more kids joined in, it even became more practical to only catch a majority, rather than all.

Tickling was an optional, but not necessary, part of our regular games. Of course, it was almost always taken up.

Capture was at first done by brute force. We tried to jump each other and such, and more often than not, the one with a numerical superiority always wins. So we tried to achieve local superiority to capture the others. As time went on, a struggle was avoided when one who was outnumbered simply surrendered without a fight. It was almost impossible to capture someone by yourself unless you quickly overwhelmed him or her and achieve a quick surrender.

After my accident, struggling was considered dangerous, and we switched to using water pistols to capture each other, which were already in use before in non regular games. Simply put, you were captured if somebody, even a teammate, shot you and declared you his or her captive.


Non Regular Games


Non regular tie up games were any tie up games that were not regular. Most of these games are games where we agreed beforehand the rules, the situation, etc. The teams were almost always different from regular games.

These include our Cowboys and Indians games, our Cops and Robbers game, our Capture the Flag, etc. Any situation where someone was tied up and was not a regular game was called a non regular game. Even when it wasn’t even a game. For example, during our vacation in our grandfather’s farm, we boys would explore a small island in the middle of a small lake. At first, it was only boys who were going, but Angela decided she wanted to come too. To our surprise, Andrew agreed. We thought he had some plan to win a game, so we tied up Angela so she couldn’t come with us. She escaped and went with the island with us, and had her revenge when she tied us up for an entire afternoon and did unpleasant things to us.

Other irregular games includes escape competitions, racing around while tied up, and sometimes, just tying up someone else for being annoying, like what my brother and I did to Betty in my father’s library. Or when we tied up Betty as a surprise for her birthday.


Participation of Non Members


Another hallmark of our tie-up games during that period was the participation of kids too young to be tied up. The fact that kids younger than nine could not be tied up did not mean that they did not participate or interfere in our games. The fact that they were immune from retribution meant that they could interfere for one or both sides with impunity. In fact, several games were decided by their interference, either by freeing a captive, or helping capture another. The ones who were most notorious for this were my younger brother Barney, David’s little sisters Nancy, Cathy, but the one who made the most interferences, was my sister Betty and my cousin Maggie. So much so that we counted the days to their ninth birthday, so we could have our revenge.



Attitude of Adults to Our tie Up Games


The games that we played were no secret to our parents. We played openly. Their attitude to our games was one of tolerance. They did not mind our games too much as long as no one was hurt, everyone had fun, no one was tied up without his or her consent, and all the basic ground rules were followed. In their mind, it was just a game, something that children sometimes do. Their attitude had been informed by their own childhood, where they played their own tie up games.

There are several rules that we must follow if we want to play. The most important one, and was with has the most consequence among us kids, was the nine-year-old rule. It was a rule that my grandparents imposed upon them when they were children playing tie-up games, and they in turn applied it to us (and when our children started to play them, we also applied it to them). Basically, it tells us that anyone not yet nine years old cannot be tied up. There were no exceptions allowed. Even if the said eight-year-old or younger consented to being tied up. The reasoning for such a rule is to prevent siblings who were too young to be tied up. Why nine years old was chosen was not clear. It was basically an arbitrary number, but we stuck to it, nonetheless. It basically shaped our games because those too young to be tied up took advantage of their immunity by interfering in our games with impunity.

The nine-year-old rule applied to our family and to games inside our house. Outside our house and family, it doesn’t apply, as the rules on tie up games would be that of the particular family or place where we played. For example, David’s family didn’t have the nine-year-old rule, so he was able to tie up his sisters Nancy and Cathy even while they were eight and seven, respectively.

They were other ways the adults shape our games. One way was to interrupt our games to ask someone who was gagged a question, or to order a game to end because it was time for lunch, or for limiting the amount of tie-up games on school days.

But the most direct way in which they were involved was when they themselves tied us up or we tied them up.

As a rule, our parents did not take part of our games. Several times, however, they tied us up. One example was during a game where we tied our Mom up, she escaped, tied us up, and told the other kids to clean the house or we would remain tied up. Another was when she punished us twice, once for tying her up and my aunt Rachel without her permission, and another when we broke the nine-year-old rule. Then there were the times she tied us up at our request when there were no kids who could do the job. And there was the time when my father and my uncle told us that their skill at knots, and Andrew, Donald and I boasted to my father and my uncle our prowess in escape, so we let them tie us up to demonstrate our skills.

However, the times when they did tie us up were rare. Even rarer was when we tied up our parents. And when I say parents, I mean mothers, for we never tied up my father or uncle. But for my mother, by the time I posted this story, I’ve tied her up two times, and I’ll tie her up many more times in the future. I tied my aunt once.

And in the next story, my mother and aunt would be deeply involved.




Tie Up Materials, and Tie-up Techniques



Rope was the most basic material that we used when we tied someone up. Our preferred type of rope was the soft white cotton, which was about an inch in diameter. It was flexible, and easy to tie and untie knots. We usually cut the ropes into lengths of twenty-five feet in length and about fifteen feet in length. We use the 25 feet rope to, believe it or not, tie the hands while the fifteen feet length to tie the feet.

The reason we used such long ropes to secure the hands had to do with our tying technique.

At first, our tying could best be described as rudimentary, as we simply wrapped rope in one direction. It would work with newbies, but it can be easily escaped. We prefer to tie our captives hands crossed, so it was a simple step to tie the rope horizontally first, then vertically.

The next step was to cinch it. As mentioned before, we were taught by our father various techniques to secure logs together, either parallel to one another or diagonally. At first, we did not see the need to apply what we learned on logs on wrists, but that soon changed. So we started to cinch our ropes, thus in effect using the diagonal lash on our wrists, and the shear lash on our legs, although we didn’t know it was called that.

It improved the inescapability. Although some of us can still escape from it using struggling, particularly if it was poorly tied, the addition of a waist rope, and further ropes around the upper body and shoulders made it almost impossible to escape.

The addition of a square lash to the crossed hands was made by my mother when she tied up my brother one time. We quickly adopted it. So our tying technique soon after became like this. We first crossed our captive’s hands behind their back, then used a square lash with three passes, then we cinch it. Then we put over that, a diagonal lash, meaning we tied it first horizontally, then vertically. Then we cinch it again.

The square lash, diagonal lash combination was to prove impossible to escape by simple pushing, pulling or any type of struggling. The next step made escape by oneself without the aid of sharp objects impossible. We wrapped the rope around the waist, then cinched it between the wrists, and back. That made it impossible to bring the hands in front by looping the arms around the bottom.

That is why we used such long ropes. Because of the many steps involved, a short rope would not do. However, sometimes, we used shorter ropes that used different ropes for the lashes and the waist rope. But we prefer it to be one long rope.

We sometimes tie a rope around the shoulders. But as the rope around the waist, as long as it was tightly cinched, and the diagonal square lash combination on the crossed wrists, already made it impossible to move the hands to the front, it was not essential.

Finally, especially if we would keep two or more captives in one place, we make them make a fist of their hands and wrap tape around it. That way, there would be no use of fingers to untie each other’s knots.

As for the legs, we simply wrapped the rope around the ankles, then cinched it. As for the knees, the procedure was different if it was a girl or a boy being tied or doing the tying.

If it was a girl who was tying up a girl, she can usually tie her legs just above the knees, under the dress and cinched it between her legs. She can, like Angela sometimes does, tie her knees under the dress, cinched between the legs and all, and further tie her knees above the dress to make sure it won’t ride up.

Aside from ropes, we also used handcuffs. However, handcuffs were not the preferred means for securing prisoners. We preferred the hands of our captives to be crossed and touching, as we believed that they were more secure that way. However, handcuffs by their very nature would prove useful time and time again. It was especially useful when we have limited time to secure our captives, or when they would be secured in a certain place for a very short period of time, or when we want to join two people together without the hassle of doing complicated ropework. However, when we would tie someone up for a long period, from thirty minutes to hours on end, we usually use rope. Sometimes, we would add handcuffs on top of all the elaborate ropework, intended to discourage any escape attempts. Or we would use cuffs to secure someone already tied up with rope, say, to a pole or to an object or to another person.

Finally, when all else was unavailable, we usually have handkerchiefs to use to tie someone up. The reason was that my mother always admonishes us to keep handkerchiefs in our pockets at all times for hygienic reasons. At first, we usually ignored it when we could, but when we started our tie-up games, we religiously followed it, although for reasons other than what my mother intended. Usually, handkerchiefs were used as gags, and we usually carry two handkerchiefs with us at all times. Thus, when we have no rope available, we usually tied someone up temporarily with handkerchiefs, but it usually gets replaced with rope as soon as possible.

The way we tie someone’s hands with a handkerchief was that we crossed the wrists, then we tie the carefully folded handkerchief one way, usually horizontally, then twist it, then tie vertically, before pulling it tight and knotting it. This type of restraint was usually effective on newbies. And when done right, it would be almost be difficult to slip out of by just struggling, pulling, and pushing. However, if you knew what you were doing, it was very easy to get out of.

Finally, we used tape. Various types of tape could be used, but duct tape was our favourite. Its strength, ease to tear apart, and general availability made it particularly useful. However, the use of tape to tie one’s hands or body was wasteful, and we generally limit the use of duct tape for gags. Plus, we use packaging tape if we want to tape the fingers together into a fist.

For tie up positions, we almost always tie someone with their hands behind their back. We almost never tie someone with their hands in front, except when we used cuffs and when we play a non-serious tie up game. And we almost never use the hands on the sides with rope around the body technique. Having begun to tie-up others by tying our captive’s hands together, we could not imagine a scenario where we can tie someone up and not tie their hands together. The only ones where we secured someone without the hands together was with straightjackets.

There are times when you don’t need a waist rope. One was when if the girl you’re tying up wore a dress that has a sash or small belt where a beautiful bow was tied at the back around the waist. When this was so, we usually just thread the ropes around the loops of the bow, or we simply retied the bow behind the dress around the wrists. We sometimes combine this with a waist rope.


Gags



Gags are almost de rigueur among us. There various types of gags that we used.

For us, the two most basic ones were the ‘pretend’ and ‘real’ gags.

What we call ‘Pretend’ gags are gags that were mostly for show. An example would be a piece of cloth tied over the mouth, or a cleave gag. Also, a single piece of duct (or any kind of) tape over the lips. (It wasn’t always a pretend gag. A newbie would always be silenced by a single piece of duct tape over the closed lips. But we pretty soon found ways to remove it without the hands, like blowing through it, and using the tongue to moisten it and such).

Such gags were used when both the gagger and the gaggee don’t want to put the effort to make an effective gag. It was always used on non serious tie-up games, the one where the one tied up is usually free after five to ten minutes. If used on a serious game, it was applied on the unspoken assumption that the one who is gagged would act as if it were a real gag, and should he or she dislodge the gag, or speak plainly, a real gag would almost always replace the ‘pretend’ gag.

For ‘real’ gags, mouth packing was almost always required. When I was tied up the first time by Andrew, he stuffed my mouth with a sock. Andrew said to me when I asked that the idea came to him when he noticed that when we were eating, when our mouth was full and we tried to talk, it was always garbled and hard to understand. And since he started the tie up games among us, we always thought of mouth packings as an essential part of a ‘real and proper’ gag.

Mouth packings usually consisted of cloth. The cloth usually was a rolled sock or a wadded handkerchief. Sometimes we would use a ball, or a sponge.

The important thing about the mouth packing was that it was not too small as to be easily pushed out, nor too large that it can not all fit in the mouth. Our rule was that if you can close your mouth around the cloth, it wasn’t too big. Of course, there was the danger of choking, but we didn’t think about it then. In all our years of playing tie-up games, I have yet to recall an incident where anyone of us came within serious danger of choking because of mouth packing. Mouth packings would make any conversation completely unintelligible, and significantly reduce the amount of noise one can make.

Of course, the mouth packing can only be as good as the thing that holds it in. For a long time, the most common type was a cleave gag, most commonly a handkerchief, tightly tied over the open mouth between the teeth. Then, another variation was that we tied a big knot in the middle of the cleave gag, and put the knot inside the mouth, then tie it tight behind the neck.

Next to cleave gags, tape was common to hold mouth packings. Most simple was the single piece of tape over the closed lip. Then we moved on to multiple strips what would cover most of the lower mouth when we discovered that a single strip could easily be removed.

The types I mentioned above varies in their effectiveness in keeping one gagged. Individually, they have weaknesses that could be worked around, but by combining them, you can make a very effective gag. For example, one of our favourite gags was after one’s mouth was packed by a large wad relative to the captive’s mouth, we would secure that first with a cleave gag with a large knot on its center thrust into the open mouth and the knot settled behind the teeth, and tied it behind the neck. Next, we would plaster the lower face with strips of duct tape. The mouth packing, knotted cleave gag, multiple strips of duct tape would in almost all cases be sufficient to keep someone quiet. And if we could, we would add to it by various means, like tying handkerchiefs over the duct taped face, or even two, and tuck it into each other to tighten the cleave gag further, which we called the three tucked handkerchief gag. But the most effective method was to wrap brown packaging over it about five to six times, after tying some sort of headscarf to cover the back of the head and neck to protect the hair from the tape.

Characters


There were fourteen characters who were actively participants in our tie-up games. All family names were changed, and most first names were also changed to protect their identity.

Andrew Ford (12)

My older brother, and with his friend David, the one who got the ball rolling on our tie up games. He was smart, strong, and a little bit taller than me. I look up to him, and measure my successes by his achievements.

Most of the time, he was my main antagonist in the games. He was opposite my team in all regular games. More often than not, our defeats can be attributed by the actions of Andrew. And during the few times during non regular games where we ended up on the same team, he showed to me why his team always was far ahead in our tie-up games.

Aside from being the leader of their team, he was also the leader of our entire tie-up gang. He usually makes most decision concerning all of us, and we usually accept his decisions.

The one thing I don’t like about him was that sometimes, he can be overbearing. He was bossy.

Thomas Ford (11)

That’s me. As the second child in my family, I was the frequent target of my brother when we started playing our games. But as we grew older, we became closer, his target shifted to Betty, my sister, especially as we increasingly preferred girls to be our captives than boys.

I was usually the leader of my team when my brother and I were on different teams.

David Scott (12)

David was Andrew’s loyal friend. The same age as my older brother, he was my brother’s constant companion, and his lieutenant who goes along with whatever Andrew proposes. He was also highly skilled in knots, and most frequently used it on his sisters Nancy and Cathy.

Angela Dale (11)

Angela Dale, presently Andrew’s wife, was the first girl to become involved in our games. She was my sister’s best friend, and sister to my close friend Henry. She was also close to me and Andrew, or we would never have let her join us in the first place.

Highly skilled in tying us up, she was fiery, had a hot temper, intelligent, and hates to lose. She loves to tie up people, far more than she likes being tied up. That’s a reason why she joined what was then a boys only tie up ‘club’. Among all the girls, she was the only one who likes to tie up someone else rather than being tied up, although as she grew up, she had to accept that she would spend far more time being tied up than tying up someone, especially with friends like my sister, Nancy, and Cathy, who always seem to find ways on getting Angela tied up.

Frank Tompkins (11)

My best friend. He was a typical ordinary boy. He likes to tie up someone and doesn’t like to be tied up. He was an enthusiastic player, and one that’s mostly on my side. He could be annoying at times, and sometimes, would be unavailable for games. He was the only one who does not have a sibling or even a close relatives playing with him these tie up games (Louise also, but since I married her years later, I consider Frank as the only one who had truly no family relations with any of the other players).

Donald Ford (11)

My cousin on my father’s side. At first my ally, he became my enemy because of the luck of the draw. He generally doesn’t stand from the crowd. He’s a competent TUGger, and his knotting skills were excellent. His favourite and most frequent captive was his little sister Maggie.

Chester and Jay Adams (12)

Fraternal twins, and in the tie up games so inseparable that I could hardly make a different description for each of them. Almost always together, once my allies, then my opponents in the regular games, perhaps the thing that strikes me most about them was that, relative to the time that they had been playing tie up games with us, they played the fewest games, was unavailable for some games for reasons not their fault. And they were almost totally absent in the boys v. girls game that led to the two day captivity.

Louise Lewis (11)

Angela’s friend and next door neighbor, and my one time classmate, and my future wife, she was a sweet girl who would not be involved in tie up games were it not for her being close friends with not only Angela and me, but with Betty and Maggie too. She took to the games, eventually enjoying being tied up. In fact, among all the players, she had the second least time spent as a captor, behind Cathy. Almost always captured, even in regular games where she was on the winning side, it seems to me that she had resigned herself to being tied up often.

But she was a good sport about it, and didn’t complain when we tied her up.

Nancy Scott (10)

David’s little sister who at first was an annoying spoiled little brat, who most of us did not like, she was Betty’s friend and who with her, actively interfered in our games at a time when she was too young to be tied up herself. Then, David discovered that since they were different families than ours, the nine year old rule doesn’t apply, and he tied his two sisters. And they found out that that they liked to be tied up—a lot.

Nancy’s behaviour became tolerable, as David learned how to leverage his sister’s desire to be tied up. She still was the most likely one to loudly demand that we tie her up, which we sometimes do just to shut her up. And as a result, she’s one of the most tied up characters in our games, whether or not she’s on the losing, or winning side. Several times when her team won, she insisted that we tie her up and gag her along with our captives, and the only thing that would still distinguish her as part of the ‘captors’ and the ‘winning’ team what that we don’t tickle her. And she had the ability to look down on other tied up captives even while she herself was bound and gagged.

But even though she enjoys being captive, she also enjoys tying up others. Her most frequent victim, naturally, was her younger sister Cathy. And she generally likes Angela less than the rest of us do, and so tried to tie her up as often as she could, which sometimes backfire and end up with Angela tying up Nancy instead.

Maggie Ford (10)

My cousin, and Donald’s younger sister. Got involved in our tie up games mostly as a function of supporting, or doing whatever my sister does. Despite being a few weeks older than my sister, she usually follows my sister’s lead. Unlike my sister, she doesn’t have a longing to be part of our tie up games, she just was sucked into it, and learned to enjoy it.

As a TUGger, she was far more likely to be tied up rather than to be the one tying someone else up. And like before, she was tied up far more than she otherwise would because of my sister Betty, who would drag her into situations where they’d be tied up. And Maggie was always supportive of Betty, and would never abandon her to be tied up by herself.

Betty Ford (10)

My younger sister. She first got involved when Angela, her best friend, dragged her to it. Then she herself took to the games, helping in the capture of some, and participating in the tying, and especially of the gagging, and the tickling of the victims, all while still protected by the nine year old rule. We tied up her once a few weeks before her ninth birthday, but were caught by our parents.

She proved to far more enthusiastic about the games than we had anticipated. She enjoyed being tied up, had no hesitancy proclaiming the fact, and often dragged her cousin and friends to be tied up with her. She often found ways to get herself tied up by us. In fact, from the time she was nine to the time she was well into her teens, she was tied up almost everyday when there was no school, from a few minutes a day, to hours on end. Often, when we watched TV after dinner but before going to bed, she often would ask that she would watch TV tied up, and gagged, and when we go for long drives, she often had her hands tied behind her at her own request, and gagged tightly too. Her female friends were very unfortunate, because she had the personality to convince them to get them to be tied up with her even if they were hesitant and didn’t want to. (Although with friends like Nancy, Cathy, Angela, Louise etc., it wasn’t hard to convince them to get tied up with her). Several of her sleepovers ended with me or my brother tying her up and all her friends for the night, even if we did not intend to in the first place.

Of course, not all her experiences in tie up games would involve her as a captive. She was also a good captor, her favourite captive being her best friend Angela and our cousin Maggie. She became very adept at knots. Although once she tied up her friends, she would often get me, or my brother, or even my mother, to tie her up with her captives.

Cathy Scott (9)

Little Cathy was the younger sister of Nancy, and at the time of this story, the youngest and smallest member of tie up club. One would think that being the youngest, we would take it easy on her. But no. Like her sister Nancy, and my sister Betty, she loved to be tied up, and due to her young age, she was always tied up, either by her brother, her sister, or by the rest of us. She was tied up so much, and never got to tie up anybody much, even if she was on the winning team, that she never developed good tying skills.

Like her sister Nancy, she was a bit of a spoiled brat who threw a tantrum whenever things did not go her way. Her love of being tied alleviated such behaviour, for she can be tied up whenever she acted up and not get into trouble because she loved being tied and gagged, and she can also act behaved in exchange for being tied up. It was sometimes complicated, but it always ends up with her in the ropes.

Henry Dale (10)

Angela’s younger brother and my close friend. He was unusual among us in that he was the only boy who was regularly tied up by a girl, and in this case, by Angela. In fact, early on, it was him that usually gets me involved in tying up or being tied up by Angela. He was the only boy who in the course of our games, would usually end up tied up more than being the one tying up.
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Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Apr 25, 2012 10:11 am

Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Part I

Preparations
(m/f)


Two days and six girls. I could hardly believe it. We had won the game, and they are ours. But things were a little more complicated than that.

Not that the girls weren’t willing. In spite of their great effort, they lost, and they seemed to accept that they would have to be tied up for two days. In fact, for Betty, Nancy, and Cathy, they did more than accept it. They were positively excited about it. Angela wasn’t too enamoured it, but since it was her bet, and was the one to challenge us, she can’t back out of it without losing face. As for Maggie and Louise, the enthusiasm of the others swept them along, and they were willing to do it.

But how would we do it? How long was ‘two days’ exactly?

“They would be tied up for most of the day,” Andrew answered the night after as I asked him what the two days meant.

I prodded him further to explain what he meant.

“Well, I want to tie them up the entire day, not just an hour, two hours, but the entire day,” Andrew said.

“Really? Would they really like it?” I asked.

“I think so,” said Andrew. “But the question, would Mom be okay with it?”

“Mom? What does Mom have to do with this?”

“I don’t think Mom would approve of this,” he said, “and we can’t do anything like that if she’s against it.”

“So what do we do?” I asked.

“I’ll ask her if we can do it,” he answered.

So that night, we decided to ask.

It was after dinner, and normally, the entire family would be gathered in the living room to watch TV. After a few minutes of watching TV, we went to my brother’s room. We waited for a few minutes, before we shouted for Mom.

“MOM!” Andrew and I shouted in loud enough fashion for us to be heard and to get her attention.

My Mom heard and appeared in my brother’s room.

“You shouldn’t shout too loud. Well?” she asked as she looked at us.

We looked at each other, before my brother spoke.

“Um, Mom, could we, well, see, um, tie up the girls?” Andrew asked.

There was a look of surprise in my mother’s face. After all, we’ve been tying each other up for two years now and we hardly ever asked her for permission to tie up someone else. “Why sure, as long as the one you tied up is willing to be tied up, and she’s at least nine years old. And Betty’s already tied up, so why ask for permission now?”

We looked at each other, and my brother again spoke.

“Well, we kinda want to tie the six girls for two days,” he said.

“Excuse me?” she asked. “Which six girls?”

“Well, Betty, Maggie, Nancy, Cathy, Louise, and Angie,” I said.

“Can you tell me more about this?” she asked.

We decided to tell her the story of the bet, and of the result of the games that happened.

She was silent for a few seconds after we told her our story.

“So they lost the bet, and you boys are going to tie up the girls for two days,” said my mother.

We both nodded.

“What do you mean by two days?” she asked.

“Well, we want to tie them up for every minute that they’re awake for two days!” he said. “I want that they’d always be tied up for the entire time.”

“That’s too much, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Well, that’s what they’re going to do to us if we lost, so it’s only fair that we do that to them!” my brother declared.

“Well, losing a bet is one thing. If you really want to tie them up for two days, you should ask them if they really want to do it. I don’t think forcing them to do so just because they lost is a good idea. One hour or two hours is fine for a lost bet, but two days?” my mother argued.

“Why don’t you ask them if they really want to do this?” I asked.

“Let’s see what your sister thinks,” my mother said.

She went out the corridor and called my sister.

“Dear, untie her feet and tell her to come here!” she shouted to my Dad.

Five minutes later, Betty appeared.

Betty was wearing a peach knee length dress with a pleated skirt. But that wasn’t what’s unusual with her. No. What was unusual was that her hands were behind her, obviously tied up. Her mouth was covered with tape, and below the tape, a handkerchief was tied around her mouth, and knotted behind her neck.

Why was she tied up?

Actually, at our house, during that time, it wasn’t that unusual. The reason was that, when there wasn’t any school and we don’t have to sleep early, we have a tradition of watching TV after dinner. My brother and I tied up Betty a few times during the past year while we were watching, and she didn’t mind, as you can watch TV bound and gagged. But Betty liked it too much, and every time we watched TV after dinner, she would insist on being tied up and gagged. And not a few times, we would grant her wish.

That night, after dinner, and after helping with the dishes, my sister quickly ran up and got her stash of tie up materials and gave it to Andrew. Andrew obligingly tied up my sister for the TV time. Her hands were crossed behind her, and tied up first with the square lash, cinched in the middle after three passes, then tied horizontally, then vertically, then cinched again in the middle making a diagonal lash over the square lash. My sister was wearing a dress with a sash tied around her waist, and knotted into a pretty bow at the back. He simply retied the bow around her bound wrists, which eliminated any chance of her bringing her hand to her front. He then gagged her.

He then tied her legs at the ankles, and at the knees, above the hem of her dress.

So while we were watching TV, and while we were upstairs talking with my mother, my sister was on the couch watching TV with my father, tightly bound and gagged, and by this time we were so used to it that we did not pay it much attention.

My mother immediately removed the tape covering her mouth. She was careful in removing it. Slowly, delicately, she peeled it off. The duct tape covered her entire lower face, from ear to ear, and from just below the nose, to under the chin. We used seven to eight long strips. Then, she untied the cleave gag around her mouth, which was tied behind her neck. It was knotted in the center, and the knot was inside her mouth, positioned behind her teeth. Then, she extracted a large handkerchief folded into a tight wad inside her mouth.

“Betty, your brothers here have something to tell you,” she asked.

Andrew spoke. “Um sis, you lost the bet right? Would you like to be tied up for two days? And when I say two days, I mean every hour and every minute of that two days?”

“Yes,” she immediately said. “We lost, and we’re looking forward to it!”

“But Betty,” my mother interjected, “you really couldn’t be tied up that long.”

“I guess so, but we can try!” she said. “Please, we want to!”

“What do you mean we? Have you asked the other girls if they really want to do this?” Mom asked.

“Yes. We do,” she said.

“I don’t know if I’ll allow it,” my mother began.

“Please Mom! We want to! We promise you we’ll do nothing bad! Please!” Betty pleaded when she realized it might not happen.

“Well, I’ll have to ask the others too,” said my mother.

“Oh, I’ll bring them here tomorrow, and you can ask them too,” she said.

“Very well then,” my mother said. “You can go back now and watch TV with your father and younger brothers. I’ve still go to talk to your older brothers

My sister opened her mouth wide. “Oh, could you please use a fresh packing?” she asked. “I’d prefer if you used another handkerchief.”

My mother just shook her head and chuckled a bit at her daughter’s words but did nothing. It might be strange to others, but she was used to this by now.

It was my brother who went and took two large handkerchiefs from his drawer. He folded one into a tight ball, and presented it to her mouth. “Open wide!” he said.

Betty happily did so, and my brother methodically inserted the wad inside her tiny mouth. He then took the other bandana, tied a knot in its center, put the knot in Betty’s mouth, and tied it at the back of her neck. He then took his duct tape and plastered her face with multiple strips, until the entire lower face was covered in silver.

“Well, you can go now. You think you could ask Dad to tie your feet even if you’re gagged?” I asked.

She nodded, and walked out of the room to go downstairs.

While my brother was gagging my sister, I asked my mother, “Um, Mom, is there anything else?”

Mom waited until Betty was out of the room before speaking. “Okay, if I give you my permission, how will you do it, exactly?”

“Well, the girls agreed to sleepover here for two days, that’s if, if it’s okay with you,” said Andrew. “Then, on the first day, we’ll wake them up at six so they can prepare, and tie them up at seven. We’ll untie them if they needed to go to the bathroom, and when we go to eat, and we’ll untie at nine in the evening.”

“Anything else?” she asked.

“Well, we’ll just see what happens,” I said.

“I don’t think, with your plan, you’ll persuade them to remain tied up for an entire day, let alone two,” Mom said, “and I won’t allow it if they really don’t like it, deal or no deal. They might say yes now, but most likely, they’ll quit. Anyway, I’ll talk with all six girls, and your Aunt Rachel, and see what we can do.”

“Okay Mom,” we both said. After that, we went back to the living room where we saw that Betty’s feet were already tied (by my father), and the show’s halfway through. We stayed for the show, and afterwards, we untied Betty so we all can go brush our teeth, wash our face, and go to sleep.



Betty was as good as her word the next day. She gathered all her female friends that were involved in this. It wasn’t difficult to gather them into one place. They were all expecting this, and were eager for it to start.

So it was ten in the morning when all six girls were gathered in our living room. They were seated in the couches in the living room, arranged around a coffee table on three sides, with the TV on the fourth side.

My sister Betty was seated on the left most part of the long couch that directly faced the TV. My cousin Maggie was on my sister’s right. Then, next to Maggie was Louise. Finally, on the right extreme of the long couch was Angela.

On either side of the long couch, facing forty five degrees to the TV, was a single seat couch. On the single seat couch on the left side of the couch was Nancy. And on the other single seat couch on the right of the long couch was her younger sister Cathy.

In addition to the girls, there my brother Andrew and I were there too. We stood behind the long couch, our hands resting on the back on the couch, occasionally teasing the girls who were seated there.

Donald too was there, seated on the carpeted floor, resting his back on his sister Maggie’s legs against the couch, which she didn’t mind too much. Finally, there was David, who was also seated on the floor, but his back wasn’t resting on anything.

All our attention was to our Mom, who stood besides the turned off TV, and my aunt Rachel. My Mom had told my aunt last night right after our conversation, and the two agreed to have this meeting.

“Okay, silence!” my mother said. “Thank you. Now, you probably know why I called you girls here. I’m here ask you, is it true that you are to be tied up for two days by the boys?”

A chorus of “Yes, Mrs. Ford”, “Aunt Mary”, and “Mom” was heard.

“As I understood it, this was because of a bet, right? Now, just because you lost doesn’t mean they can force you to be tied up for two days without your consent,” Mom said. “Now, do you really want to do it?”

A thunderous “Yes” of girlish screams answered her.

“We’ll ask you one by one if you really want to,” my aunt said. “Betty?”

“Yes, aunt!” she said excitedly. “In fact, I’m the one who said two days in the first place!”

“Maggie?”

“Yes Mom. Count me in.”

“Angela?”

“Yes Mrs. Ford. I’m all for it.”

“Louise?”

“Yes, Mrs. Ford. It’s okay with me.”

“Nancy?”

“Oh yes, yes, yes. Please let us do it!”

“Cathy?”

“Me too! I want this more than anything else!”

Even we boys were surprised. We did not think that they would be this enthusiastic about losing their freedom for two days.

There was a bit of whispering between the two adults. Clearly, they did not expect to have this reaction.

“Well, if all you are for it, I might give permission for it,” said my Mom. “First of all, you must follow the rules that we will give you, and we will supervise the entire thing. If anyone wants to back out at any time, she will immediately be untied. No one will be forced into this if they don’t want to, okay?”

All the girls said yes.

After that, they all discussed the practical aspects of the activity. Mostly about arranging two days convenient for all parties concerned, especially as summer was ending. It must be a date convenient for all.

We talked for more than an hour, discussing everything about the activity—the rules, the time, the clothes, etc.



That date we selected for the two days was August 12, and the 13th, a Monday, and a Tuesday. Not only was it convenient for all of us, it was remarkably easy to arrange it with the other parents. Our family was well known in our small community, and most of the other parents were close friends with my parents. And there was precedent for it. Each of the girls—Nancy, Cathy, Louise, Angela, Maggie—had slept over at our house more than once, and each one of them had stayed in our house for two days—albeit separately, not at the same time, at least once before. And it was summer. Of course, we did not tell the other parents of our plans to tie them up, and the girls knew not to mention it to them.

And it was a fitting date too. August 12 was exactly one week after the monopoly game where Angela challenged us boys to the competition that they nearly won but subsequently lost, and one week after Betty suggested the punishment to the loser that they had to subsequently bear. They’d come over on the late afternoon of Sunday, the eleventh, and leave on Wednesday. It was almost a week at our house, but our deal was that we only got to tie them up for the two days.

So they all came, one by one, the next Sunday afternoon, starting at about three o’clock in the afternoon with Louise, carrying a large bag, being driven in by her Dad. Angela arrived at about five in the afternoon, also carrying a heavy load—a large luggage that his father had to carry inside our house. At six thirty, Nancy and Cathy arrived, accompanied by David and Mr. Scott, who carried heavy bags containing the girls’ clothes and personal effects. Maggie arrived very late, at about nine in the evening, after eating dinner at their house, but since she lived next door, it was okay. She went in with only a small bag. After all, living next door, she could just phone her Mom and she’d deliver what she needed, or Donald could get it for her. In fact, she went with only a small bag with her with her nightgown, toothbrush and personal effects, and clothes for the next day only. Her mother would deliver the other clothes the next day.

Mom and Dad arranged that my three younger siblings—Barney (9), John (8), and Lawrence (7)—would stay over at my Uncle’s house next door so as not to overwhelm the house with too many kids.

Dinner that night was memorable. All the girls, except Maggie, who ate dinner at home, and me and my brother, with my mother and father, were there. Andrew and I teased the girls constantly about the days ahead, while the girls mostly giggled, smiled, and fidgeted. Now that the day was almost at hand, they were very nervous. Luckily, our dining table was large enough to accommodate us all.

“Girls, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Mom asked.

“Yes,” they all said. “We’ve been looking forward to this all week!”

They all anticipated it. We’ve been playing tie-up games for more than two years, and all the girls who were about to be tied up were bound and gagged numerous times before from somewhere from a minute, to five or six hours. I later learned that they were all excited. It something new to all of us, and they want to go through with it no matter what.

I told them that we would tie them up in seven in the morning, so they better get to bed early. So they did. Normally, whenever they have a sleepover, it was noisy all through to the early hours of the morning. Not that Sunday. By ten in the evening, they were all asleep. Guess they were so excited for the day to come that they slept early to make it come as fast it could.

***

My alarm clock went off. I yawned and looked at it. It was six in the morning. I was still sleepy, and considered closing my eyes and sleeping at least for thirty minutes. However, the door opened, and Andrew came in, still in his pyjamas.

“It’s time. Let’s go,” he said.

I nodded. It’s time to get the girls.
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Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:12 pm

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

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls

Postby William F Somebody » Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:28 am

Great start! So Betty's sometimes tied for TV? :big:

Well, this is really turning out to be a great story! Keep us posted!!!

Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:43 am

To sarumansauron, and William F Somebody, thanks for the comments.

Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Part II

Early Monday Morning


I quickly went and dressed from my pyjamas to something more comfortable—jeans and a t-shirt. We first went to my sister’s room, where she and my cousin Maggie were sleeping. We opened the door, and slowly went in.

I saw my sister was already awake. She was sitting on her bed, staring at the door. Besides her was my cousin Maggie, sleeping.

“About time you guys got here!” she scolded.

“You’re up early!” my brother commented softly, as Maggie was still asleep.

“I’m too excited to sleep!” she said. “Are you going to tie me up now?”

“No. At seven. I’m here to wake you up so you better get dressed and have breakfast,” Andrew said.

“Okay,” she said as she yawned.

“And wake Maggie too,” I said.

“I figured I might have to do that,” she said. “By the way, if we didn’t wake up by seven, what are you going to do?”

“You want to remain in your nighties all day long, tied up?” Andrew asked.

“Guess that’ll motivate any girl to wake up early,” she giggled. “Go wake the others. I’ll take care of Maggie here.”

We went to my brother Barney’s room. With Barney at my Uncle’s place, his room had temporarily been given to Louise and Angela. Remembering it more than forty years later was funny, because my brother and I just entered the room were both our future wives were sleeping! Anyway, they were sleeping together, Angela on my brother’s bed, while Louise on the pull out bed—Barney’s bed was a trundle bed, meaning you can pull out another bed when you need to use it.

“Both of you, wake up,” I said in a loud voice.

Angela immediately opened her eyes, indicating she was already awake at that time. “It’s too early. We’ll be tied up at seven.”

“Unless you want to be tied up without breakfast and in your nightgown, you better wake up now. Mom’s already preparing breakfast.”

“Louise, wake up,” Angela said as she sat on the bed and shook up her friend. “Wake up.”

“Not now! A few more minutes,” she groggily said.

“Hey, Tom is here, watching you,” Angela said.

“What, Tom?” Louise said and she immediately sat up, looked at me, and blushed.

“Um, sorry,” she said. “I forgot we’re supposed to be tied up all day today.”

“Don’t worry,” Andrew laughed. “I’m here to tell you that Mom is already preparing breakfast. They usually wake up early. Both are early birds you know. Anyway, I suggest you get dressed. You two have a long day ahead of you!”

“Feeling afraid?” I asked Louise.

“Yeah, but I’m excited too!” she said as she stood up and started to make her bed.

“You’re just lucky Chet and Jay went fishing,” Angela said, referring to the reason why they lost the game and the bet.

“So Angela, are you looking forward to the day?” Andrew asked.

“Yeah. I bet I can last longer than the others. I’ll bet that they’ll quit before the day’s over!” she said.

“I won’t quit! I’ll remain tied up for the entire two days even if I’m the only one that’s left,” Louise said.

We all laughed at that.

“Well, we’ll wake the sisters,” Andrew said. “Be ready in a few minutes.”

After that, we went to my younger brother John’s room, where the sisters Nancy and Cathy were sleeping. Both sisters were small enough to fit in my little brother’s bed, though only Cathy was sleeping there. Big sister Nancy was sleeping on a sleeping bag on the soft carpeted floor.

Both were sleeping when we entered. They looked so sweet asleep, that it would be almost a crime to wake them up. But this needed to be done, so Andrew gently shook Nancy, while I woke up Cathy.

Cathy opened her eyes, and shouted. “Oh my God! Are you going to tie me up now!” she said as she sat on her bed. “Here,” she said, and offered her hands behind her.

“Relax! We’ll tie you up at seven. It’s only six,” Andrew laughed. “I’m here to tell you to wake up. Mom’s making breakfast. Get dressed, because we’re going to tie you up after we eat!”

Cathy’s loud outburst woke up Nancy. “Calm down! We’re all going to be tied up,” she said, yawning.

“But I want to be tied up now!” an overeager Cathy whined.

“Breakfast first, then we’ll tie you up,” I repeated.

“Don’t worry,” Nancy said. “Now get out! We’re going to get dressed!”

And just like that, the whole house was awakened that early morning.

We both laughed but we did as we requested. We were both hungry and smelled the sweet aroma of breakfast being cooked. Going to the kitchen, we saw Dad in his table reading the newspaper and Mom cooking breakfast. Breakfast that morning consists of toast with butter, and bacon and eggs.

“Hey Mom! We woke up the girls! You better cook for more!” I said.

“I know dear,” she said. “Eager to tie them up, are we?”

“Oh yes Mom,” Andrew said, a little embarrassed.

Betty and Maggie decided that they wanted to have an early morning shower. Luckily, there were three bathrooms in the house, one upstairs, and another downstairs, and a shower room in our parent’s master bedroom. My parents occasionally granted permission to their children to use their bathroom—mostly when the others were in use and another of us needed to get a bath or shower quickly or be late—as long as we clean up afterwards, or do other chores in exchange. This morning was one of those mornings—Betty used my parent’s shower room.

Maggie showered at her home next door. The other girls trickled down to the kitchen, but when they learned that Betty and Maggie were showering, they decided they wanted to shower too. Louise was the first one to shower in the bathroom upstairs, while Nancy showered downstairs.

Angela and Cathy ate with us while they waited for the others to finish. Both Andrew and I were silent as we ate our bacon and eggs, both our minds on what we’ll do. We’re both nervous. What if we blew it? Then we might never have another chance to tie them up. Foolish, I know, but we were sometimes irrational under pressure. And to tell you the truth, we really didn’t want them to quit. We wanted to tie them up the entire time.

The girls quickly ate their breakfast, and when it was their turn to clean themselves, Angela and Cathy were ready.

It was six thirty when Maggie, Nancy joined us, while Louise took her time fixing herself up. Angela and Cathy had already finished eating breakfast by that time, and immediately jumped for the chance to shower. A few minutes later, Betty joined us for breakfast, and a few minutes after that, Maggie joined us, followed by Louise.

By six fifty, Angela and Cathy had finished their shower and had dressed for the day, joined us again at the table in the dining room.

It was time.

“Ready?” Andrew asked.

They looked at each other, and burst into giggles. They nodded.

“Okay. Follow me,” he said.

“Wait,” my Mom, who was with us the entire breakfast, suddenly asked. “Girls, are you sure you really want this?”

“Oh yes,” they replied, “Mrs. Ford,”, “Mom,”, “Aunt Mary”, depending on who said it.

“Boys, I’m allowing this, but remember what we talked about!”

“Yes Mom,” Andrew and I replied. One of the things that she said to us, but not to the girls, that if we boys break one rule that we agreed upon, the entire thing was off. So we better be careful.

Andrew stood up, and beckoned the girls to follow him as he walked out of the kitchen.

Angela stood first, and followed right behind my brother. Then Nancy and Cathy followed side by side behind Angela, followed by Louise. Maggie was right behind Louise, and finally, Betty brought up the rear guard. I walked behind Betty to make sure not one of the girls tried anything.

Andrew led us all to the basement. We had mentioned to our Mom that we would use the basement as part of our prison, so she decided we had to clean it. So when we descended, we saw a neat room where nothing was out of place. On the center, just beyond the washing machines, were three old long couches, arranged around two old coffee tables placed side by side. The floor was covered with an old carpet, recently vacuumed so it was clean. It was soft and comfortable for the feet. And besides the couches were another table were folded sheets that we could place on the floor so we can let our victims lie down on it if we wanted to.

On the coffee table between the couches were piles and piles of rope. It was neatly bunched up in coils so there wasn’t any entanglement. The ropes on the table were not only mine and Andrew’s, but from everyone else. When it was decided to tie up the girls for two days at our house, Andrew decided that our rope collection, enormous though it was, would be inadequate for the task. So he and I went to our friends to ask for theirs. And to our surprise, they were eager to lend their ropes, their tape, and their gags. David, Donald, Frank, Chester, Jay, and Henry all contributed most of their supplies.

And we decided to even ask the girls for their own supplies in tying them up. And surprisingly, they did! Angela was quite eager to lend her ropes, tape and gags, and so did the others. Pretty soon, Louise, Nancy, Cathy, and Maggie, quite eager victims, also lent their supplies.

The enormous number of ropes posed a quite different problem. It was inevitable that if we would use all of them, they would be mixed up, and when it was time to return it all to the owners, it would be difficult to determine to whom each length rope belonged to. We again turned to Mom for a solution, who devised the ingenious method of taping a little strip of masking tape on each end of the rope given to us, ostensibly to keep it from fraying, but also because you can write on making tape using a pen, and we wrote the names of the owners on it. As for the tape, we wrote the names of the owner on the cardboard roll on the inside. The socks, handkerchiefs, etc. that will be used for gags were easily identifiable by their owner, and wouldn’t have posed a problem when it would be returned.

Anyway, we led the girls to the three long couches. We put two girls on each couch, at either end. On the leftmost long couch, we put Betty on its left, and Maggie on the right. On the center long couch, we put Angela on the right, and Louise on the left, and on the right most long couch, we put Nancy on the right, and Cathy on the left.

They gave a collective gasp as they saw the enormous pile of rope on the two coffee tables between the couches.

“Don’t tell me you’d use all of them on us?” Louise said.

“Yeah, that would be overkill,” Maggie added.

“Well, you all lent us this rope, so we’ll use it on you all,” Andrew said.

“Yep,” I said, “as well as the gags too!” I pointed on the table behind the couches.

On the large table were five bags filled with different kinds of mouth stuffing in it and rolls of duct and packaging tape.

“Well, are you ready?” Andrew asked.

“Ready, ready, and ready!” Angela shouted.

“Glad to hear it,” I said as I picked up a length of neatly coiled rope and unwound it.

Andrew did the same. He looked at the six girls, sitting on the three couches, apprehensively yet excitedly waiting. “Who wants to go first?”
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Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Story Updated

Postby William F Somebody » Mon Apr 30, 2012 8:11 am

Great chapter. I'm waiting for when the girls would actually be tied up! I'm sure it'll be great!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Story Updated

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:18 pm

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

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Tue May 01, 2012 8:18 am

To William F Somebody, and sarumansauron, thanks.

Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Part III

It Begins
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I looked at the clock, and it was about five minutes to eight. The girls gave a collective gasp when they realized that the hour was upon them. They all looked cute, sitting on the three couches, giggling and whispering among themselves.

“I want to be first!” Cathy said before anybody else can volunteer.

“I’ll go second,” Betty yelped.

“Well, since both Tom and I would be tying you up, you can both go first,” my brother said. “I’ll let you even choose who among us would tie you up!”

“I want you, Andy,” Betty said, pointing to my older brother.

“I guess Tom will tie me up then!” said Cathy in reply.

“Oh Louise should be next! And Tom should tie him up!” Angela shouted. Louise blushed and the rest of them dissolved into cute giggles.

It must have been obvious retrospectively, but Louise had a crush on me at that time. I didn’t know it, but the other girls did.

I simply smiled and approached Cathy, who at nine-years-old, was the youngest and smallest of them. She had grown a bit since she was first tied up at the age of seven, but compared to us, she’s tiny. She was less of a brat by this time, but was hyperactive and can be intensely annoying. Cathy, that morning, was wearing a long beige jumper dress, with dark brown vertical stripes, about calf length, with a wide full skirt that just twirled when she spun around. Under the jumper was a white blouse with bubble sleeves. On her waist was a sash about an inch in width, tied around and knotted in a pretty bow at her back. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. She usually likes it free, but she knew that in tie up games, if your hair was long, your captor has a right to fix it so that it won’t interfere with gags.

Usually, during the earlier games, we boys sometimes tie the girls’ hair into ponytails in order to make gagging them easier. We usually did an effective job, but it was usually ugly. So usually, if they knew they were playing a tie-up game, they’d fix their hair first into a bun or a ponytail, or they’d usually ask, if one of the captors was a girl, that she would fix the hair if they were already tied and we forgot to let her fix her hair so it would be pretty. Pretty soon, the girls got a habit of putting their hairs in ponytails or buns because most of the time, our games were so unpredictable. And today, all the girls, not only Cathy, fixed their hair in a bun or ponytail.

Cathy knew what to do. She stood up, and crossed her wrists behind her. I immediately took the rope and first tied a square lash around it with three passes, and cinched it between her hands. The rope I selected was quite long, so I immediately wound the remaining length first vertically, then horizontally, before cinching it again between her hands. I then undid the bow made by the sash at the back of her dress, and retied the bow around her wrists. I then tied the rope around her waist and wrists, making sure I pulled it tight, and knotted it at the base of her wrists. There was still quite a lot of length of rope remaining, so I used it to cinch the waist rope in between her back and hands, making the waist rope dig in her belly. It produced a yelp out of Cathy, but I’ve done this before, and she’s used to it. I then got a roll of packaging tape, made her hands into fists, and wrapped tape around it so that her fingers were useless.

I turned her around so she was facing me. “There! Finished! Think you can get out of that?” I asked as I went to the bags on the table behind the couch and got a roll of duct tape, two pairs of socks, and a couple of handkerchiefs.

Cathy experimented a bit on her ropes, pushing here and pulling there, trying to test the limits of her freedom, but we all knew she was stuck.

“Guess I’m stuck,” she said.

“Well, better sit down. Louise, you’re next!” I said as I put the gagging materials down. We decided to tie the girls’ hands first before tying their legs and gagging them to maximize their time tied up.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna do my feet and gag me too?” Cathy asked.

“Eager, aren’t we?” I smiled. “Don’t worry. Louise?”

***

While I was busy with Cathy, Andrew was tying up my sister Betty. Betty had grown a bit taller since the first time she was tied up, but she was still a head shorter than me. She had grown more confident, and her intelligence began to be reflected in her grades at school. She was proud because she alone was able to capture everyone on the opposite team while bound and gagged (see my story Bound Captor, and Bound and Gagged Captor), and would use it as a trump card in arguments with the other girls on who was better at tie up games. And she intensely enjoyed our tie-up games. She was wearing a sleeveless white dress with pink flower designs on it, and its pleated full skirt reached to her knees. A white sash around its waist was tied in a cute bow at the back. Her hair, like the other girls, was in a ponytail.

My brother tied Betty’s hands identically to how I tied up Cathy. First, Betty’s hands were crossed behind her back. Using a long white soft cotton rope, he first tied it by applying the square lash in three passes, then cinched it in between her hands. Then he tied the remaining length of rope first horizontally around her crossed wrists, then vertically, then cinched it again in the middle. There was still quite a length of rope left which he wrapped around her waist tight, before knotting it at the top of her wrists, then cinching it between her hands and the small of her back. He finished by taping her fingers into fists using the brown packaging tape.

“Ready for the day?” my brother asked her as he was tying up.

“I’ve been born for this day!” my sister said in an exaggeratedly solemn fashion.

It only elicited a laugh from Andrew.

“Are you really tying us up for two days straight, or are you just scaring us?” she asked.

“We’re really tying you up for two days,” my brother laughed. “You’re the one who proposed it in the first place.”

“True, but I thought we were going to win,” she said.

“Now sit here, I’ll tie your feet and gag you later,” my brother said. “Now who want to be tied up next?”

“Me!” Nancy shouted.

“Okay Nancy, come over here,” said my brother.

***

By the time my brother was ready to begin to tie up Nancy, I was already tying up Louise. I tied up Louise the same way I tied Cathy—her hands were crossed behind her, rope wrapped around her wrists, first a square lash with three passes then cinched between her hands, then the diagonal lash (wrapped horizontally then vertically) then cinched again in the middle, then rope wrapped around the waist and hands, and cinched between her hands and back, and her fingers taped together into fists.

Louise, who was my age though a few months younger, was, I noticed, cute. I was at the age where I started to appreciate girls, and though it may be colored by what happened in the future, she was the girl that I liked to look at most by that time, though at that time, I don’t think I had a crush on her or anything. She had light brown hair which was tied fixed in a neat bun behind her head. She was wearing a pink dress with white spots. It had short sleeves that reached to her elbows, and a skirt that was reached to about an inch below her knees. It was pleated and full and spreads out like a flower and sways when she walks.

“You’re going to be nice to us, right?” she asked when she stopped giggling as I tied her up.

“Well, when were we not nice to you when we tie you up?” I asked.

“All the time! You’re mean when you tie me up!” Louise said.

“Then why do you let us tie you up?” I countered.

She blushed and burst into giggles. “You’re tying us up a long time, the entire day even. So you better be nice to me at least if you want to tie us up that long!”

“Oh you mean we can really be mean to you if we only tied you up for ten minutes?” I asked.

“No silly!” she said. By this time, I was finished, and guided her back to the couch. “Who’s next?”

Maggie stood up and walked to me. “I’ll be next,” she said.

***

Nancy was tied up by my brother while I was tying up Louise. Nancy had by now grown to about only an inch shorter than Betty. She was still much of a brat at that age, and just as proud as my sister. She liked to boast that she among the girls was the best player in TUGs, and that annoyed the others too. All of us loved to tie her up because of her attitude, and as she also like being tied up very much, it was a win-win situation for all of us. She was wearing cute red dress with a puffed sleeves that ended halfway to the elbows. It has a full skirt that reached to an inch below her knee, and was full and pleated.

My brother tied her up the same way the others were tied—her hands were tied behind her back crossed. First, a square lash was wound with three passes then cinched in the middle, then the remaining length was wound in a diagonal lash, first horizontally then vertically, before being cinched in the middle. Rope was then wound around her waist and her hands, then cinched between her back and her wrists. Finally, her fingers were wrapped with tape to render it useless, like the others.

“I can’t believe it! It’s started!” Nancy shrieked as she was being tied up, barely able to contain her excitement.

“Yup! Now be still! Or I won’t be able to tie you up right!” Andrew said.

“Right!” she said. “Make it good! I don’t want to be able to get free!”

“Seems you’re excited!” my brother said.

“Are you kidding me! Two days! This is gonna be so much fun!”

***

As my brother guided the tied-up Nancy back towards the couch, I began my work on my cousin Maggie. Maggie, unlike Betty or Nancy, but like Louise, had a sweet personality. She can be mischievous and had a tendency to get into a lot of trouble, but mostly because of my sister’s instigation. She was the type of girl that, if you tie her up and gag her, she would simply sit patiently and wait for someone to untie her, no matter how long. The others might struggle even if they knew it was hopeless, Maggie would give a few tugs on the ropes and then assumed it was inescapable. That day, she was wearing a dark blue dress, with yellow stripes. The skirt of the dress was pleated and full, and reached to just below her knees. It was long sleeved, reaching up to her wrists.

With her hands behind crossed, I tied her the same way I tied Cathy and Louise. First, a square lash with three passes then cinched in the middle, then a diagonal lash, horizontally then vertically then cinched in between her hands, then, rope around her waist and hands, and cinched between her back and wrists. And finally, tape was wrapped around her hands, taping the fingers together.

“Tight?” I asked after I finished everything.

“Yup,” she said.

“But did it hurt?” I asked.

“No,” she said.

“Then you’ll be fine,” I said as I gently pushed her back to a sitting position on a couch.

***

Angela was the last one tied up. Andrew took care of her. She was still muttering how we were just lucky, and they should be the one who was tying us boys. Still, she took her lumps. She was fair, after all. And she likes to be tied up too, but unlike Betty and Nancy, doesn’t parade the fact around. Her red hair was tied in a ponytail, like the others. She was wearing a dress as red as her hair. It was sleeveless, and went to the calves, about halfway between the ankles and knees. There was a wide sash in her waist, and it was tied in a pretty bow at her back.

Andrew tied Angela up the same way he tied Nancy and Betty. He first wrapped tape around her fingers. He then crossed her hands behind her, and used first a square lash, with three passes, then cinched in the middle. Then he applied a diagonal lash, first horizontally, then vertically, across her wrists, before cinching it in between. Finally, he wrapped the remaining rope around her waist and hands, and cinched it between her back and wrists.

“So how are you liking this?” my brother asked as he was tying up Angela.

“Its okay I guess,” Angela replied.

“You’d better like this, because it’s how you’ll be like this for the next two days!” my brother laughed.

“I suppose I could, but I’m gonna get revenge!” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” my brother said. “Hold still. I need to do this right!”

After tying up Angela, he guided her back to the couch.

***

Now that was a pretty sight. All six girls in pretty dresses sitting on three separate couches, their hands tightly tied behind their backs.

“Are you done?” asked Cathy.

“Not yet,” said my brother as he went to the table behind the couches and grabbed one of the bags. He tossed it to me.

We already talked how we’re going to gag the girls last night, so we worked swiftly. I took out a couple of handkerchiefs and socks with a knot already tied in its center, and tossed it to Andrew. I walked to the right most couch, to Nancy, who was seated on its right.

“They’re gonna gag us!” Betty squealed. There was a collective gasp, as if the reality of their situation would be brought forward by an invasive cloth inside their mouth making them unable to communicate intelligibly with each other.

I grabbed from my bag a rolled sock which I judged to be just right for Nancy. We have been gagging the girls now for a long time now and we knew what size their mouths can take.

“Open up,” I said.

Nancy immediately opened her mouth and I inserted the sock. After making sure it was all in, and positioned behind her teeth, I immediately moved on to the person to my left, and Nancy’s right—Cathy. Andrew, who a sock with a knot in its center, immediately put the knot in Nancy’s mouth and tied the sock tight behind her neck, keeping the knot in.

I immediately went to Cathy. She opened her mouth without being prompted to, and there, I inserted two handkerchiefs folded into a compact wad. After I positioned it so it was all behind her teeth, I moved on to the next couch, and to the person nearest to Cathy—Angela. Andrew had a handkerchief with a knot in its center, inserted the knot inside Cathy’s open mouth, and tied it tight behind her neck. Meanwhile, I stuffed Angela’s mouth with a rolled sock, then went to Louise, whose mouth I stuffed another rolled sock. I then went to Maggie, and I stuffed her mouth with a large handkerchief folded into a ball, and finally, I went to Betty, whose mouth I stuffed with two handkerchiefs rolled together. Andrew had a sock with a knotted center thrust into the mouth and tied behind the neck on girls whom I stuffed a rolled sock in their mouths, and tied a handkerchief with a knotted center over the mouths of the girls I stuffed with handkerchiefs.

But the gagging was not over. My brother and I each took a roll of duct tape, and covered each girls’ face with multiple strips of tape from just below the nose, to the chin, and from ear to ear, covering their lower faces with grey. I taped Betty, Maggie, and Louise’s faces, while Andrew did Angela, Cathy, and Nancy’s faces.

Finally, I took a set of handkerchiefs, and tied it over the back of the head and neck to protect their hair for what was coming next. Andrew immediately took the packaging tape and wrapped the tape around their heads after I finished with the makeshift headscarf. He tightly wrapped it five to six times then pulled the headscarf down so that none of their head was covered except the part wrapped in tape.

We then did their feet. We tied first their ankles by wrapping the rope around their ankles and cinching it in the middle. Then we tied their legs just above the knees, above their dresses or skirts. I tied Betty, Maggie, and Louise’s feet, while Andrew did Angela, Cathy, and Nancy’s feet.

Finally, we tied their feet to the legs of the couch. On the couch on the right, Betty’s feet was lashed to the left front leg of the left most sofa, while Maggie’s feet was lashed to the front right foot of the couch. On the center couch, Louise’s feet was lashed to the front left foot of the couch, while Angela’s feet was lashed on the front right foot. On the left couch, Cathy’s foot was lashed on the front left foot of the couch, while Nancy’s feet was lashed on the front right foot.

They way they were lashed meant that they were stuck on the end of couches. And since each of the three old couches in the basement were long, they can’t reach each other. They were truly stuck.

Andrew and I looked at them. What a sight to behold! Six girls in their pretty dresses, their hands crossed and tightly bound behind them, their mouths stuffed to full capacity with wads of cloth and secured by knotted cleave gags tied around their mouth and multiple strips of duct tape spread over their face and packaging tape around their heads, their ankles and knees lashed tightly together. It was pretty good. And the day had barely started. It was only ten minutes after seven.

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part III posted

Postby viking » Tue May 01, 2012 9:25 am

having all the girls tied up like this must have been really fun.
and from what i read in both this story and your previous one about the actual bet, yes it seems really obvious that Louise liked you already back then :wink:

great continuation. got a feeling this might be a really long story.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part III posted

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue May 01, 2012 6:25 pm

I so wish I was in your shoes during this story.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part III posted

Postby William F Somebody » Thu May 03, 2012 12:44 am

I will echo the sentiments of the others and say, "Great Continuation!"

Now you've got all the girls in your clutches, what are you gonna do?

Update soon! I want to see what happens next!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part III posted

Postby sarumansauron » Thu May 03, 2012 2:29 pm

Cool part III! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Fri May 04, 2012 5:58 am

To Viking, oh it was heaven to see them tied up like that at same time.

As for Louise, at that time, it was obvious to everyone but me. From that time, I had no idea of it, but it became clear looking back and with hindsight.
Well, it’s longer than my last story.

To Chase Ricks, thanks. I myself wish that I go back and relive it!

To William F Somebody, well, just read and you’ll find out what we’re gonna do.

To sarumansauron, thanks you very much.


Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Part IV

The Rules
(mm/f+)


The six girls—Louise, Angela, Cathy, Nancy, Betty, and Maggie, were now bound and gagged on three couches in the basement.

“Well, let’s call Mom for inspection,” I said.

“I’ll get her. Watch them and make sure they won’t go anywhere,” my brother said as he took one look at the girls and went upstairs.

Mom inspecting the girls after we tied them up was one of the conditions that Mom gave before she gave her approval of the two day tie-up game. Any deviation from it might lead to the cancellation of our game before it had even started.

A minute later, Andrew returned with Mom.

“Here they are Mom. We didn’t tie them too hard. It’s tight, but that’s only to be expected. We’ve tied them like this many times before,” Andrew said as my mother took in the sight before her.

She made an involuntary gasp at the sight. She had seen the girls tied up in her house many times before, but never at the same time and at the same place. Mom immediately went and inspected the ropes that encircled their wrists and their feet, and observed their gags.

“Girls, is everything all right?” she asked.

They replied with various nods.

“Well boys, the ropes are okay,” she commented. “They won’t escape, that’s for sure, but at least, looking at them, they’re as comfortable as one could be tied up and gagged. How did you gag them, by the way?”

We gave her a description.

She merely nodded.

Before anything else happened, the door to the basement opened. My father entered, and said, “Honey, I—”

He stopped when he saw the captives, and slowly descended the stairs. We weren’t worried. He knew about this. When he learned about our plans, he simply deferred to Mom’s decisions.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

The girls seemed a bit embarrassed, but they nodded.

“This calls for a picture,” he said, as he went back upstairs, and came back later with a camera with a tripod.

“You wouldn’t mind if I take a picture, do you?”

“James, I don’t think—”

But Dad went ahead anyway, and set up the camera, and took a picture. First, of each of two girls in their respective couches, then as a group. Finally, he asked us that we put all the girls in the center couch, and that my brother, Mom, and I pose behind them.

We did as he asked. We untied Betty, Maggie, Cathy, Nancy’s feet from the couches legs, hopped them and squeezed them on the center couch. They were small enough that they fit. My brother, mother and I stood standing behind the couch for the picture.

Finally, we untied Louise and Angela’s feet from the couch and placed them in a standing position in front of the coffee table, so that their entire bound bodies could be photographed from the front. Then we photographed their backs, with their heads turned around looking behind at the camera, so the ropes at the back could be seen. Finally, we took a picture of each girl individually while seated on the couch, and while standing.

After the picture taking, we lashed them again the same way to the same position before the picture taking began—their feet tied to the front leg couch they were sitting on.

My father was somewhat of an amateur photographer, and after the two day of tie-up games, he himself developed the pictures in a part of a house he converted into a darkroom. The pictures were placed in a special album which only participants and family members could see. The pictures, which was in color, were faded a bit, but when I looked at it again when I was preparing to write this story, it was still clear and vivid, and that is why I could describe very accurately how they looked and what they wore. I scanned the pictures in my computer before I returned it.

After the picture taking, my father went back to shower and change—he has work after all that Monday morning—but since he was a senior partner in a law firm in which he worked, a few minutes being late could be tolerated.

“Well, good luck,” Mom said as she went back upstairs. “Take care, and have fun!”

With that, we didn’t have any plans till eight o’clock in the morning. It was still half past seven.

Some of the girls closed their eyes and took a nap. Nancy and Maggie, both of whom were not known for being early risers, were sleepy when we tied them up and soon fell asleep. Cathy’s eyes wondered all over the basement, as she began to hum various tunes to amuse herself. Angela started struggling, pushing and pulling her hands here and there, but after a while, she gave up. Louise closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep. Betty tried bouncing her bottom on the couch despite the fact that she was stuck. Andrew went to his room, got a book, got back, went and sat between Betty and Maggie, and began reading. I walked around the basement, looking for something to do.

It was becoming boring. Luckily, eight o’clock came, and the next part of the activities, mandated by Mom, were acted upon.

At exactly eight o’clock, Andrew and I held a brief conversation, and we both agreed.

Cathy would be freed.

We went to where Cathy was, untied her from the couch, and untied her feet and knees, and helped her to stand up. The other girls wondered what was happening.

We marched her out the basement, and just outside the basement door on the first floor, after we closed the door, we began to untie the rest of her.

Cathy was mystified by what was happening to her.

“Why did you untie me?” she asked as soon as she could.

“Because Mom said so,” Andrew replied.

“So is it over for me?” she asked, clearly disappointed.

“Hardly,” I replied. “We’ll tie you up again after thirty minutes.”

“Really? But don’t tell the others,” she said. “They might get jealous.”

“They’ll find out anyway,” I said. “We’ll untie another one at 8:15, and she’ll see you.”

“Oh. How long will you keep her free?” she asked.

“Thirty minutes. Same as you. We’ll tie her up again at 8:45,” I said.

“Oh yeah,” said Andrew, “sign here.”

Andrew brought out a notebook. He opened the back pages, where he wrote in columns the following words. The first column was “name”, and under it he wrote “Catherine Scott”, the second was “time freed”, and the third “time tied up”. Finally, on the last column was “signature.”

“What’s that for?” Cathy asked.

“Mom insisted we do this,” Andrew said, “so that she can track how long you’ve been tied up and know that we broke no rules.”

“Wait. What rules?” Cathy asked.

“Well Mom said that you really couldn’t be tied up for an entire day, let alone two,” my brother explained. “If we really wanted to tie you up that long, then it must be with long breaks, and a limit to how long you can be tied up continuously.”

“So you will be tied up for one hour to two hours, then be freed for thirty minutes, then tied up again for one to two hours. No one should be tied up for more than two hours continuously,” I continued.

Cathy thought about it for a second, then said, “well, what should I write?”

“Write 8:00 a.m. here, under time freed. Then sign here, under signature,” Andrew said.

After Cathy filled it out, she asked, “how about time tied up again.”

“You’ll fill that up just before we tie you up again,” Andrew explained.

“So who are you going to free next?” she asked.

“We don’t know yet,” I said.

“Hey, let me choose!” Cathy said.

“Well, who do you want to be free next?” Andrew asked.

“Nancy,” she said.

“Okay, Nancy it is,” I said.

“Okay. Do I have to do anything while free?” Cathy asked.

“Only that you won’t leave this house or the backyard, and that you come back to us so we can tie you up again at 8:30.”

“What if I run away?” she asked.

“Then we can’t do anything. But you are a coward if you do that. It would be the same as quitting,” Andrew said. “Why? Planning on ditching the other girls?”

“No,” she said. “I might be a brat, but I’m not a chicken!”

After that, she went and ran upstairs.

My brother and I went back to the basement. The five remaining girls were as we left them—still tightly bound and gagged. Nancy was fast asleep, having no idea that she would be freed next. We were soon joined by Cathy, who brought her doll with her, and began playing in front of the bound girls.

Betty and Angela, the ones who were not asleep, simply stared wide eyed at Cathy. The look on their eyes showed that they were confused as to what exactly was happening.

At exactly 8:15 a.m., we went and shook Nancy. But she would not stir. So we proceeded to untie her while she was still asleep. All went well. All the ropes were removed, and she remained sleeping. Only when we removed the tape on her face did she wake up, and was surprised.

“What’s the time? Is the two days over?” she asked as soon as the gagged was removed.

“It’s only 8:15 in the morning, Monday,” I said.

“What’s going on? I thought we’d be tied up way longer than this,” she said, disappointment evident in her voice.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be tied up again,” Cathy said.

Andrew and I repeated the explanation we gave to Cathy. Betty and Angela, who were not asleep, listened intently. Then, we made Nancy sign the notebook. She wrote “Nancy Scott, 8:15 a.m.” and signed her name, all under the appropriate columns.

Nancy yawned and stretched. “And I knew we won’t be tied up that long,” she said. “But why me?”

“Ask Cathy here,” I replied. “She was the one who chose you.”

“Thanks Cathy,” she said, and Cathy just smiled.

“So, can I choose who’ll be freed next?” Nancy asked.

“Why not?” Andrew said.

“Well, I choose Louise,” she said. “So you’ll free her at 8:30 a.m.?”

“After we tie Cathy up again, yes, we’ll free her, and we’ll tie Louise up again at nine,” I explained.

Nancy went up to go to the bathroom, and returned to the basement. She and Cathy spent the remaining fifteen minutes of Cathy’s freedom playing with Cathy’s doll right in front of the other captives. Andrew and I just talked while waiting out the time.

At eight twenty six, I called Cathy. “Cathy, could you write, 8:30 under the column, time tied up again?”

“You’ll tie me up?” Cathy asked.

“Yes. Now come here and write the time,” Andrew said.

Cathy dutifully wrote “8:30,” then put her arms behind her.

Andrew crossed them and tied them identically to how he tied her up earlier—with the square lash with three passes, cinched, then the diagonal lash, with rope tied horizontally then cinched again, then rope was tied around her waist and hands, cinched between her back and wrists. He didn’t wrap tape around her fingers again, however. That would come later.

He then guided her to her previous spot on the couch, tied her ankles then her knees above the dress, then lashed her to the front foot of the couch. Finally he gagged Cathy by stuffing a large kitchen sponge on her mouth, tied a knotted handkerchief cleave gag to hold it in, and finally sealed it with tape, first with strips of duct tape over her mouth and cheeks, then packaging tape tightly wrapped around her head over her mouth about six times after a handkerchief was tied around the back of the head and neck to protect the hair from the tape.

As soon as 8:30 arrived, I, with Nancy’s help, untied Louise. Louise was asleep, so like Nancy, she was a bit confused about why she was being untied so early. We again explained to her why she was freed, and why, after thirty minutes, she would be tied up again. She signed the notebook as we explained to her. She wrote, “Louise Lewis, 8:30 a.m.” under the appropriate columns.

She breathed a very audible sigh of relief. “Thank God. I really thought you would tie us up for two days straight!” she said.

I laughed. “We will.”

“But with breaks, I think I can really do it!” she said. “I really don’t like being tied up that long. I mean, being tied up is fun and all, but being tied up really really long is not.”

“Then why’d you agree to this if you think you’ll be tied up that long?” I asked.

“Do I have a choice?” she laughed. “Besides, being tied up for two hours isn’t so bad. I’ve been tied up longer than that many times before.”

Louise walked about around the basement, relishing her freedom to move after being tied up for one and a half hours. “So who will you free next?” she asked while walking around and we followed her.

“We’re planning on freeing two girls at 8:45,” said Andrew, “right after we tied up Nancy here again.”

“Can I select who it is?” she asked eagerly.

“Who will you free then?” I asked.

“Betty and Maggie,” Louise said after a moment’s thought.

***

Note 1: Andrew’s notebook where the girls wrote the time and signed their names for the two days is still with us. He also wrote notes on the following pages on what we did those two days, how they were tied up, and every kind of details that happened during those two days that related to the game. It is very old, and the pages were already brown, but the writing’s still clear. With my brother’s permission, I went and retrieved it from my parent’s house on my last visit, scanned it, then returned it. Just looking at it brought a flood of memories.

***

Note 2: When writing this story, I could not solely rely on my memory, or even my diary. I had to rely on the notebook described above. However, I decided to make a table in excel based on the notebook which would make it easy for me to remember who was tied and who was free at what time. Below is part of the table that is concerned with this chapter. It guided me in writing this story, and hopefully, guide readers too.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - Part IV (7:00 a.m. - 8:45 a.m.)


The Blue ones represents girls who were free, while the Red ones those who were tied up.

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated! Part IV!

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri May 04, 2012 6:14 pm

I probably speak for the rest of your readers in saying if only you had permission to scan the group photo from this chapter and upload the image here it would really make us happy and even more give this way more views too.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated! Part IV!

Postby William F Somebody » Sat May 05, 2012 11:28 am

What can I say? Great update!! So the girls' captivity were to be non consecutive, huh? That makes sense! And I like the table you included. And I like both your parents' roles in this!

I'm eagerly awaiting your next update!

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated! Part IV!

Postby sarumansauron » Sun May 06, 2012 9:47 am

Cool part IV! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Mon May 07, 2012 6:00 am

To Chase Ricks, well, they won’t give the permission. Too much of a privacy issue. My wife Louise, my brother’s wife Angela, my sister Betty, and my cousin Maggie would kill me if I posted the pictures. Anyway, thanks for your kind comments.

To William F Somebody, well yeah. We really didn’t think we could tie them up continuously without breaks. As it is, we got the next best thing. During those two days, there wasn’t a second where there weren’t at least three girls tied up and gagged.

To sarumansauron, thank you once again.

Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Part V

More Questions
(mm/f+)


Note: At the beginning of this chapter, Nancy, and Louise were free, while the rest of the girls were tied up an gagged.



We four played a bit while waiting for 8:45 to arrive. We explored the rest of the basement as Andrew and I gave explanations to the various bits of junk that we found. We swapped stories, and generally had a good time. The four captives watched us. Those who were asleep were woken up by our noise, and they all looked at us as we had fun.

Finally the clock was at 8:40 a.m., and Nancy had been free for twenty five minutes.

“Nancy, the time. I’ll get the notebook so you can sign, and I’ll tie you up,” Andrew said as he went and retrieved the notebook on the table behind the couches.

The rest of us walked towards the coffee table.

“So we can free them now?” Louise asked, eager for new playmates.

“Not until we tied up Nancy,” I said.

Nancy seemed happy. “So I’ll be tied up again,” she said. “Isn’t it exciting?”

Andrew gave her the notebook, and she duly wrote on the “time tied again” column, “8:45 a.m.” She then stood up and put her hands behind her back.

I promptly tied her identically to how I tied her earlier—hands crossed, square lash with three lashes then cinched, then tied horizontally then vertically in a diagonal lash then cinched again, then tied around the hands and waist and cinched in between the body and wrists. I also gagged her the same way—sock stuffed in mouth, its partner having a knot tied in the middle, the knot pushed into the mouth, the ends tied behind the back of the neck, and strip after strip of duct tape covering the face. Then a handkerchief was tied around the back of the head and neck, before packaging tape was tightly wrapped around her head over her mouth about six times. I then tied her ankles and knees (above hem of her dress, of course).

As soon as I tied Nancy, Andrew untied Betty and Maggie. We were assaulted with questions from the two as to what was happening.

“So we’re not really being tied up for two days straight, with no breaks?” she asked, with a mixture of relief and disappointment in her voice, as she signed my brother’s notebook. She wrote, “Margaret Ford, 8:45 a.m.”, then signed her name, all under the appropriate columns.

“So we’ll only be allowed to be tied up for two hours straight?” Maggie asked, almost giddy with relief.

“Yes, and yes,” my brother replied.

“And I was afraid I’ll remain tied up until the two days are over,” Maggie said, giggling. “I think I can last two days like this.” She then stretched out her hands and relished her newfound freedom, as soon as she finished signing the notebook.

“And you’ll free Angela at nine?” asked Betty, looking at the remaining captive who hasn’t yet tasted freedom, before getting the notebook from Maggie and signing too. She wrote “Elizabeth Ford, 8:45 a.m.,” and signed her name under the appropriate columns.

“Yup,” I said. “But not before Louise here is tied up.”

“Oh, can I tie up Louise?” Betty asked.

“Oh no. You lost. Only boys can tie up anybody in the two days,” Andrew declared, “and only girls can be tied up.”

“That’s not fair,” Betty pouted. “Can I at least gag her?”

“Nope!” Andrew laughed. “All you have to do is cooperate when it’s your turn to be tied up.”

“So is there anything we have to do while we’re free?” my sister asked.

“Well, you better go to the bathroom, because I won’t free you when it’s your turn to be tied up again,” Andrew said.

The three girls (including Louise) rushed upstairs to go to the bathroom. My brother and I settled to talking among ourselves while we watched our three remaining captives. Nancy and Cathy “talked” among themselves by grunts. It was a conversation we had mastered to pass the time while gagged. We pretended we understood what we were talking to each other about, even if in truth, what was in the minds of the two gagged persons were different.

It went like this (Of course I didn’t really know what they were saying. It’s just an example what they might think.)

“Mmmphhh,” (This room is cool), Nancy might say.

“Mmmphhh,” (Yeah. The ropes are a bit tight). Cathy would reply.

“Mmpphhh,” (Look at all the stuff here! It’s better than our basement), Nancy would say and look around.

“Mmmphhh,” (I really can’t escape. They really can tie good knots). Cathy would nod.

“MMmphhhh,” (Yeah. We really should ask Dad to spruce up our basement.)

“Mmpphhh,” (Yeah, David’s the best at knots, but Tom’s pretty good too.)

“Mmmmpphh mmphh mphhh,” (we can have lots of sleepovers, and be tied up too, if the basement was really nice like this one).

And so on and so forth. I’ve done this myself. Whenever the gag was so good that you really can’t say anything intelligible, it’s a good way to past the time. It’s useless for actual communication, however.

Angela just stared at Andrew and me, and we ignored her. She looked at the clock on the wall of the basement. I don’t know if she understood when we explained the rules to the other girls.

A few minutes later, Louise, Betty, and Maggie rushed back to the basement.

“What brings you two here?” Andrew laughed. “You two aren’t due to be retied.”

“Oh nothing,” my sister said. “Hey Andrew, could you do us a favour?”

“You won’t escape from being tied up for the next two days,” Andrew replied.

“No, not that,” Betty replied. “But could you transfer us somewhere else?”

“Like where?” I asked.

“Upstairs. In my room. In the living room. Anywhere but here,” she said. “The day is too nice for us to be cooped up here in this stuffy basement.

“I’ll think about it,” Andrew said. “And look at the time. 8:56 a.m. Louise?”

“I know, I know,” she said. “You won’t free Angie until you tie me up, so for her I must be tied up, huh?”

“You got it!” my brother said as he handed his notebook to Louise and she wrote “9:00 a.m.” on the appropriate column.

“Now turn around and put your hands behind you,” my brother ordered.

Louise, however, got a coil of rope, walked over to me, and handed it to me. “Guess you’re going to tie me, huh?” she said.

That elicited a lot of giggling from the other girls, and Louise blushed as I got the rope and pulled her hands behind her.

I crossed her hands, and tied her the exact same way I did earlier—with the square lash, then diagonal lashes, both times cinched, and rope around her waist and hands and cinched between her back and wrists. The only thing I didn’t do was wrap tape around her fingers. I gagged her with a rolled up sock, tied a knotted sock around her head with its knot in her mouth behind her teeth, and I knotted it tight behind her neck, and covered her mouth with multiple strips of duct tape. Then I tightly wrapped brown packaging tape around her head about five times, after placing a cloth to cover the back of her head and neck to protect the hair from the tape. Like the others, the tape was wrapped so tight that it dug into her cheeks.

“Don’t tie her feet yet,” said my brother. “Let’s untie the others’ feet and transfer them to my room.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes!” Betty said. “Please tie me near the window. I want to look out while tied up.”

“People will see your gagged face,” I said.

“No they won’t. I’ll peek through the curtains,” she replied. “Besides, there won’t be anybody to see me anyway!”

I untied Angela while talking to Betty. As soon as Angela was freed, she got the notebook, and with help from my sister and Maggie, filled it out. She wrote, “Angela Dale, 9:00 a.m.”, and signed her name, on the appropriate columns. We explained to her the pertinent rules while she did so.

“Why didn’t you tell me in the first place!” Angela whined as soon as she finished with the notebook.

“Tell you what?” Andrew asked, as if he didn’t know.

“That you weren’t really going to tie us up all day,” she said.

“Oh we’re going to tie you up all day all right,” my brother replied.

“No you’re not!” she said. “Getting free every two hours for half an hour doesn’t count!”

“Well we did say we’ll tie you girls all day, every minute or so,” said Andrew. “And look! Nancy, Cathy, and Louise are tied up! Every minute until its time to go to bed, there will be at least three girls tied up!”

“Oh I see,” said Angela. “Anyway, you should’ve told me in the first place!”

“Why? Were you scared?” Betty interjected.

“Yeah! Angela is afraid!” Maggie teased.

“I am not! I wish they’d just tell us in the first place, so we can make plans! Now I don’t know what to do!” Angela asserted.

“Well, you can do anything, just don’t leave the house and come back by 9:25. And Betty and Maggie, make most of your time, in just a few minutes, its going to be 9:15!” Andrew said.

I looked at the clock. It was 9:05.

The three girls went and teased the three tied up girls. After which, they went to a corner in the basement to talk among themselves. We can hear their loud giggles.

Finally, it was 9:12 a.m. It’s time to tie up my sister and my cousin.

“Oh Maggie! Betty!” Andrew called.

“We know! We know!” said Maggie.

“So you’ll tie us up, huh?” Betty shouted back and walked towards us. She took the notebook from the table and wrote “9:15 a.m.” on the column title “time tied again”. Maggie followed and did the same.

Andrew and I each got a coil of rope. “Both of you—” I began.

“We know, we know,” Betty interrupted.

“Turn around and put our hands behind us, right?” Maggie finished.

We nodded.

“I want to tie them up,” Angela whined as she watched.

“Sorry Angie, but we lost,” Betty smugly lectured Angela, “and only the boys could tie anyone up, and only the girls can be tied up!”

“What are you so smug about?” Angela replied. “You can’t tie anybody and you’ll be tied up all day!”

“We know, but that means you won’t tie up anybody, and that’s good enough for us!” Betty replied.

While they were arguing, Andrew and I tied up Maggie and Betty, respectively. We tied them up identically, the same way we had tied them earlier, in our standard way. Hands crossed behind back, two lashes, first the square, then the diagonal, both of them cinched, then rope around waist and wrists, and cinched between hands and back, all tied-up tightly.

“Oh gag them already!” Angela said as we finished tying their hands.

“Why, give up already?” Maggie taunted.

“Can’t say anything back?” Betty added.

“Oh no. It’s just much more peaceful if you two chattering birds shut up!” Angela replied.

Before my sister and cousin could reply, we gagged them. I picked up a clean brand new kitchen sponge (from my kitchen), pressed it into a little ball, and put it inside Betty’s mouth. I then held it in place with a handkerchief with a knot in the middle pressed into her mouth and tied behind her neck. I then secured the gag by applying strip after strip of duct tape on my sister’s mouth. Finally, I tied a handkerchief around the back of her head and neck, and tightly wrapped packaging tape around her head about six times.

Andrew stuffed a rolled sock into Maggie’s little mouth. He then took its partner, tied a knot in its center, thrust the knot into her mouth and wedged it behind her teeth, and rather tightly tied it behind her neck. Then he tore multiple strips of duct tape which my brother applied on my cousin’s lower face. He finished it by wrapping packaging tape around her head many times with a cloth protecting her hair from the tape.

Both of them, Maggie and Betty, sat on the couch as soon as we were finished.

“Now that’s more like it!” Angela said before she started pinching Betty and Maggie’s cheeks.

“You know, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” my brother said. “They’ll get revenge when you’re tied up and they’re free.”

Angela ignored him and continued to tease them. She went and pinched the noses of Nancy, Cathy, and Louise, and shook their heads. “You know who I am?”

“No. Tell us, Angie!” I replied.

“I’m a villainess, and you’re my hostages. Andrew and Tom are my henchmen, and they tied you up at my orders!” she said with a flourish. “Now untie their feet! We’re going to transfer them to the Andy’s room, I mean to the tower!”

“Oh yes, my lady,” Andrew sarcastically replied. “And may I remind you that your henchmen will tie you up too in fifteen minutes!”

We untied Cathy and Nancy’s feet (we didn’t tie the feet of Louise, Maggie and Betty when we retied them) and helped the bound girls to their feet.

“That’s because you’re traitors! But I don’t know that yet!” she said as she led the way.

We were in the first floor, just about to go up the stairs to my brother’s room, when we ran to Mom, who was going down the stairs.

“Well, having fun, kids?” she asked.

“Oh yes Mrs. Ford,” Angela replied, as if she wasn’t going to be tied up soon. “We’re gonna put them upstairs and tie them up there!”

“Boys, did you do what I asked?” my mother asked us.

“Yes Mom,” Andrew replied. “Here’s the notebook, just like you told us to.”

My mother took the notebook and look at its contents. “So after Angela, who are you going to free next?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “We haven’t decided yet.”

“Girls, did you really write this stuff?” my mother asked the bound and gagged girls.

They all nodded.

“And did they free you within two hours?” she asked.

They all nodded.

“And were you all untied for thirty minutes?”

They all nodded.

“Do you still want to play tie up games?”

They all nodded.

“Well, have fun, and be careful. Boys, you’re in charge of their safety! If anything happens to them, you two would be in big trouble!”

“We know Mom,” Andrew replied.

We continued up to Andrew’s room where we let Angela tell us where to put the bound girls.

However, before we started, Andrew and I got some brown packaging tape, and we asked the girls to make their fingers into fists. They knew what was coming, but did it anyway.

“Either this, or you’ll be hogtied,” I said after all.

We systematically taped each of their wrists into fists. We did this because we knew the moment we left them, if we did not separate them from each other, they could untie each other’s knots. Doing this made securing them much easier, as we could put them together without fear that they’ll untie each other’s knots.

We tied Nancy, Cathy, and Louise’s ankles and knees (above the hem of their dresses), and we sat them on the bed. We removed their shoes so the bed would remain clean.

We placed Maggie on the floor, sitting with her back on the wall besides the window, and tied her knees (above her dress) and ankles.

Right by the window, we placed the chair besides Andrew’s study table and tied Betty to the chair. We first tied her ankles and knees, then tied rope around the back of the chair and her body, first at the waist, then at the shoulders. The ropes around the chair and her body were all cinched. Then, we tied rope around the seat of the chair and her lap. Finally, we tied a rope around her bound ankles, pulled it back so she can’t kick and she has to place her feet under the chair, and tied it to her stomach ropes, so when she tries to kick forward, the ropes would dig in her belly.

“Satisfied with the view?” I asked as she looked outside. We positioned the chair so it was facing the window, and she can see. Andrew’s window faced the plain and the wooded hill, so there wasn’t anybody to look and see my sister’s gagged face.

She nodded, and looked at me with appreciation, before continuing her gaze at nature.

“Well, will you look at the time!” Andrew said, looking at the clock in his room. “It’s 9:26!”

“You know what that means, Angela?” I asked.

She pretended to gasp. “Don’t tell me my trusty henchmen are going to turn on their mistress!”

“Yup! We’re staging a coup, and taking you prisoner!” Andrew said as he took his notebook and pen and gave it to Angela.

Angela wrote “9:30 a.m.”

I tossed my brother a coil of rope that I carried when we transferred them upstairs. Angela knew what to do and had already her hands behind her, crossed. Andrew tied her the usual way, two lashes, the square then the diagonal, both cinched, then wrapped around her waist and that was cinched too. He then taped her hands into fists. He then helped her to sit on the floor with back on the wall, just besides Maggie. He tied her ankles and knees, above the hem of her dress, as usual. Finally, he gagged her by inserting a rolled sock in her mouth, tying a cleave gag with a knot in its center with its partner, and tied tightly behind her neck. Then he duct taped her mouth with multiple strips and wrapped packaging tape around her head after a cloth had been put to protect her hair. It was identical to how the others were gagged.

So once again, all the girls were tied up and gagged.

We had hardly enjoyed the sight when my mother entered.

“So how are they?” she asked.

“Fine,” Andrew said.

“Well, I’m just going to ask something,” she said. She then asked something about where some vacuum cleaner accessories were, and we answered as best we could. We then followed her as we walked out of the room.

“My, all the girls are tied up,” my mother commented when we’re outside.

“They sure are, Mom!” Andrew said. “Except one.”

“One? I counted six,” she said.

“Well, there’s still you!” I said.

My mother laughed.

“Hey Mom,” Andrew hesitantly began, “if you’re not doing anything, could we, well, um, could we tie you up?”

***

Note: I have included two tables here. The first table shows only the events of this chapter. The second table shows all the events from the beginning of the day to the end of this chapter.

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The Girls' Tie up Schedule - The First Day - Part V (8:30 a.m. - 9:45 a.mm)


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The Girls' Tie up Schedule - The First Day - (7:00 a.m. - 9:45 a.m.)

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part 5 posted

Postby hafnermg » Mon May 07, 2012 11:25 am

this just keeps getting better! I love your work.

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part 5 posted

Postby viking » Tue May 08, 2012 7:07 am

whoa, your mom sure was strict about the rules (referring to when she was controlling if the rules where followed) then again, that's a mothers job i guess.

great story :D to bad you can't share the pictures. but i highly understand that you aren't allowed to as i got a couple of pictures and videos myself that i can't share 8)
Last edited by viking on Wed May 09, 2012 7:10 am, edited 2 times in total.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part 5 posted

Postby William F Somebody » Wed May 09, 2012 6:05 am

An excellent chapter as usual!

It was an interesting thing to see the reactions of the girls, particularly Angela, of learning the new rules. I'm sure they're happy that they'll be free occasionally.

And would your Mom let you tie her up?

I'm dying to read the next chapter!!

Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part VI

Postby Tom Ford » Thu May 10, 2012 5:52 am

To hafnermg, thank you very much.

To Viking, yup, she’s strict, as she should be, especially in tie up games this lengthy. Besides, it had several beneficial effects. If she had not mandated breaks, then we would have tied up as long as we could, they’d probably quit and the game would be over. As it is, the breaks enabled them to continue longer than we expected, and mitigated the effects of being tied up too long.
Another thing was that she mandated that we use the notebook to record the time each girl was tied up. It was invaluable for me in writing this story. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to write this story with much detail. Even diary entries concerning this event I based on the notebook.

To William F Somebody, oh they were relieved. Mandating breaks essentially made them endurable for all of them.

Well, read this chapter and find out.

Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Chapter VI

Mom
(mm/Ff+)


My brother’s request was not as shocking or as out of place as it seemed. We had already tied up Mom a couple of times before (twice of which I have written of and posted in the 2002 archives), although the last one was earlier in the year at March five months before. It was a rare event compared to the times we tied up each other. More frequent was the times she tied us up, usually at our request. Most of the time it was because we all wanted to be tied up, and she was the only one available to do the tying.

Sometimes, however, we challenged her in that if we escaped her ropes, we would tie her up. She was very good at knots and tying us up, and we usually don’t escape, so she always accepted our challenge. She always wins. Except the last challenge, which happened last June, where we hid folded scissors in our pockets which we used to escape. Mom was surprised, but agreed to let us tie her up. However, we never had a chance because at first it was delayed, then as time went on, we completely forgot about it.

Until now.

“Well, I don’t know,” she began. “Maybe not today.”

“But Mom, you owe us one! Remember we escaped the last time?” my brother asked.

“Oh yes. That was two months ago, I thought you forgot about it,” said Mom.

“Well we didn’t, and you promised!” I whined.

“Well, I suppose you could tie me up,” she said. “When do you want to do it?”

“Now!” said Andrew.

We were so insistent that Mom gave way. “Now, I want you to untie me after only one hour. I need to cook lunch!”

“We will Mom,” we said.

“And I expect you to follow the rules on the girls. Just because I’m tied up doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want,” she said.

“Don’t worry Mom,” my brother said. “You know you can trust us!”

“I know,” said Mom.

We were happy, but we were also cautious. We knew that one mistake might end the entire thing, and we didn’t want that.

“Right here Mom,” Andrew as he escorted her to my room.

I rushed down the basement, grabbed some coils of rope, a roll of duct tape, a roll of packaging tape, and a pair of clean socks, and went to my room.

Mom was sitting on my bed, and Andrew was behind her, sitting cross-legged on my bed. I tossed him the coil of rope.

“Mom, could you?” my brother asked.

“I know, son,” she sweetly said and put her hands behind her.

Andrew tied her hands in our usual manner. Her hands were crossed behind her and lashed twice—first with the square lash, then the diagonal lash, both times cinched. Then he wrapped rope around her hands and waist, then cinched it between her wrists and back. Finally, I wrapped tape around her fingers so she can’t pick the knots.

“Is it too tight? Are you okay?” Andrew asked.

“It’s not too tight. I’ll tell you if you did something wrong,” she said.

I prepared her gag while Andrew tied up my mother. I took the pair of socks I got and rolled one of them into a ball. I then tied a knot in the center of its partner.

I drew the roll of sock in front of her mouth. As politely as I could considering the circumstance, I asked, “Mom, could you please open your mouth?”

My mother looked at me but just opened her mouth as wide as she could. I carefully inserted the roll of sock in her mouth until its all in her mouth. She’s got a bigger mouth than the girls we usually use it on, so it wasn’t too hard to do. I took the other sock and pushed the knot past her teeth. Andrew took the ends and tied it tightly behind her head. I finished by tearing a couple of strips of duct tape and applying it on her mouth and lower face. I then got a handkerchief, tied it around the back of her head and neck. Andrew then took the packaging tape, and rather tightly, wrapped it around her head about five times.

“Are you okay Mom?” he asked.

Mom nodded.

We then led her to my chair besides my study table. The chair was an adult chair, so she easily fit in it. It had no arms. My Mom was wearing a dress that reached to her calves, so we tied her ankles, wrapping rope around it then cinching it in the middle, then wrapped rope around her knees, but above her dress.

We finished by tying her to the chair. We wrapped rope around her lap and the seat of the chair, and her waist and the back of the chair. Our final rope was around her shoulders and the back of the chair. Finally, we tied one end of a long rope to her feet, pulled it back so she can’t kick forward, then tied the other end to the rope around her waist, so that if she tried to kick forward, the rope would dig into her waist.

After we were done, Andrew whispered something conspiratorial in my ear. I smiled, and I nodded. I ran down towards the basement, and got six big handkerchiefs from the table behind the couches. I ran back up, and saw my brother waiting outside his room. Together, we entered.

We faced a curious sight when we did. The girls remained bound and gagged alright, but Nancy, Cathy, and Louise had gotten off the bed, and hopped towards the window where Betty was, and was looking outside with her. Maggie and Angela had managed to get themselves on a standing position, and were looking out the window. All six girls were staring out.

“You’ve been busy,” my brother laughed. The girls looked at us, then resumed their gaze at the plain just outside Andrew’s window.

We hopped them back, to their consternation, to where they were. We then blindfolded them. They were a bit surprised by the blindfold, and some tried to resist, and but in the end, in spite of their loud grunts, they were all blinded.

Andrew untied Betty from the chair, and untied her feet and legs. We marched her, blindfolded, to my room, and we helped her sit on the edge of my bed. I retied her ankles and knees, above her dress.

Mom knew what we were doing, and kept silent.

I then ran towards my brother’s room, where he was already untying Angela’s ankles and knees. I went and untied Maggie’s feet and legs. We marched them to my room, where we seated them at the edge of my bed, on either side of Betty, with Maggie on my sister’s left, and Angela on Betty’s right. We retied their ankles and knees.

We went back to Andrew’s room. We untied the knees and ankles of Nancy and Cathy, put their shoes back on their feet, and marched them to my room. There, we positioned them to sit on the floor with their back on my wall. I retied their knees and ankles. Finally, I went back and got Louise. I untied her feet, put her shoes on her feet again, marched her to my brother’s room, positioned her to sit on the floor with her back against the wall besides Nancy, and we retied her knees and ankles.

Andrew went besides Betty, Maggie, and Angela. He then removed their blindfolds as fast as he could. At the same time, I removed the blindfolds of Louise, Nancy, and Cathy.

They reacted as we expected them to. They were all positioned so that the first thing that they would see would be my bound and gagged mother.

“Mmmmmphhh,” they squealed collectively, as they can’t take their eyes off Mom. Some of them reflexively tried to ask questions (I later learned) and it came out as “mmpphhs”.

Andrew and I just looked at them. Oh it was heaven. Six girls and Mom, tied at the same time. We never, nor will we ever, had the same opportunity again.

As if on cue, Mom started to struggle and to grunt loudly. Of course, we had tied her too well for struggling to work, but I guess she knew that too, and that she was just doing it to entertain her fellow captives.

Betty, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, easily stood up. She hopped to where my Mom was, and hopped around the chair, looking at the ropes binding her. We just let her do it. It was fun just watching her.

“MMmphhhhh mmphh mmnngggmm,” she said.

“Mmphhh,” Mom replied.

“Mmphhhh,” Betty answered.

Maggie also followed, hopping towards Mom and looking at her bonds. The other girls were too shy and too polite to do it, so they just looked at her from where they were.

Betty suddenly sat on Mom’s lap, or more accurately, jumped towards mom’s lap, and rested her head on her shoulders. I could hear a loud grunt from Mom upon Betty’s impact.

“Betty, you shouldn’t have done that!” Andrew said as he rushed over. “Are you okay, Mom?”

Mom nodded.

“Want me to take Betty off?” he asked.

Betty then looked at me and shook her head.

“I know you want to sit on Mom’s lap, but not like this!” my brother scolded.

However, I don’t think it was too much of a hardship. Betty was small for her age, and she occasionally would sit on Mom and Dad’s lap.

“Mom, do you like me to remove her?” I asked.

Mom, to our surprise, shook her head. She began humming a nursery rhyme as Betty again rested her gagged head on Mom’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Pretty soon, my little sister fell asleep, or at least pretended to fall asleep.

It was one of the cutest, most endearing images of my childhood, let alone my tie-up adventures. A bound ten-year-old daughter on the lap of my bound mother, being hummed a lullaby by my gagged mother.

Andrew and I stayed, taking in the sight. It was already beyond any expectations that we already had, and had it ended right now, we would have been thoroughly satisfied by what had already occurred. The other girls seemed to be a bit intimidated by my mother’s presence, which, even while bound and gagged, was formidable. They sat still while we waited out the time.

We already were looking at the clock. We tied up Mom about ten minutes after Angela was tied up, about 9:40. It was now about ten in the morning. Now we’re waiting for 10:15 to arrive, and it was already becoming a boring scene. Betty on her lap had ended any of Mom’s struggles. My mother stopped her hums once she realized Betty was in deep slumber, while the other girls just sat where they were in stony silence. They would stare at Mom, but would look elsewhere when Mom would look at them. Andrew had gotten a book from Dad’s library which he read, while I simply looked at the time.

10:15 a.m. arrived, and we untied Cathy, who had been tied up since 8:30 a.m. Andrew handed her his notebook and pen, and Cathy duly signed it.

“See Mom! Told you they wrote it,” I said as we all watched what was happening.

Mom merely nodded.

Cathy approached Mom and looked at her bonds.

“Gee Mrs. Ford, you’re really tied up,” she said with wide eyes. “Thanks for letting them tie you up and keeping us company.”

My mother merely nodded.

“Oh that reminds me, Mom told me, when you’re downstairs, before we tied her up, that she prepared some snacks for us down in the kitchen,” said Andrew. “You get them, and I’ll watch over them.”

“Okay Andy,” I said.

“I’ll go with you,” Cathy said.

So we went to the kitchen.

“Your Mom’s neat, Tom! I wish Mom would let us tie her up too,” Cathy said as we went downstairs.

“Why don’t you ask her?” I simply asked.

“David’s too afraid,” she laughed. “By the way, I’m glad we lost that game!”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m having so much fun,” she said, “I just can’t imagine having fun tying you up. I don’t think you boys are having as much fun as we girls are having! Tying someone up and just watching them is boring! Being tied up is the best fun that I can imagine.”

I simply laughed at that.

“By the way, is big brother coming?” Cathy asked.

“I think so. He wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I said as we entered the kitchen.

On the kitchen were a tray full with sandwiches and a couple of plastic cups, and a pitcher filled with orange juice.

“I’ll carry the sandwiches!” Cathy volunteered as she took the tray.

“I’ll get the juice then,” I said.

As we went upstairs, much slowly this time because of the cargo, Cathy asked, “So who will you free up next?”

“Nancy and Maggie, at 10:30,” I said.

“Why them?” Cathy asked.

“No reason. We just want to,” I said.

“Okay,” Cathy said.

When we entered my room, we put the stuff we carried on my study table. Andrew, Cathy and I got our sandwiches and poured ourselves drinks, while the others simply watched us with envy.

“Shouldn’t you remove their gags so we can feed them?” asked Cathy.

“They’ll eat when it’s their turn to be free.”

A few minutes later, it was already 10:30 a.m., so we freed Maggie and Nancy, who had been tied up since 9:15 a.m. and 8:45 a.m., respectively, reducing our captives to Betty, Angela, Louise, and Mom.

“Thanks for giving us company, Aunt Mary,” Maggie said as soon as she could talk.

“Yeah. That was real neat of you,” Nancy said politely. “And thanks for the snack, Mrs. Ford.”

With that, the two newly free girls joined us for a snack as soon as they finished signing Andrew’s notebook.

We ate and chatted for a while, with Andrew looking at the clock every so often.

Finally, at 10:40 a.m., exactly one hour after we tied her up, we freed Mom. We first tried to wake up Betty. She reacted rather violently when we shook her. However, bound as she was, it was easy to carry her to the bed and deposit her there, which finally woke her up. Betty rolled to her side and watched as we untied my mother.

“Well that was fun,” Mom said as she could talk. She picked up a sandwich and poured herself a drink. “Reminds me of when I was a little girl!”

“Thank you again, Mrs. Ford, for playing with us. We’re grateful for that,” Cathy said as soon as my mother was freed.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” my mother smiled at her.

Two minutes later, at 10:43, Andrew said to Cathy, “It’s time.”

Cathy had by this time finished her snack. “Really? Well, it’s getting boring just eating and talking.” She went and signed Andrew’s notebook while I got a coil of rope.

Cathy had her hands behind her, crossed. I tied her up in the usual way we did. I first wound a square lash with about three passes, before cinching it in the middle. Then I tied a diagonal lash, first wrapping it horizontally, then vertically, then cinching in the middle. I then wrapped rope around her waist and hands, cinching it in between her wrists and back, effectively pinioning her wrists to the small of her back. Finally, I wrapped tape around her fingers to prevent her from picking knots.

Throughout all this time, she kept talking to her sister and to Maggie, while Mom just quietly ate her sandwich, watching the entire scene unfold.

I put a stop to all of Cathy’s chatter when I stuffed a wad of two handkerchiefs in her mouth. I took another handkerchief, tied a knot in its center, thrust the knot insider her mouth and positioned it behind her teeth, and tied it tight behind her neck. I then covered her mouth with strip after strip of duct tape. Finally, I tied a handkerchief around the back of her head and neck, and wrapped brown packaging tape around her head about six to seven times rather tightly.

After that, I led her and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. I tied her ankles, wrapping rope around it and cinching it in the middle, then tied her knees above the hem of the dress.

As soon as I finished tying Cathy’s hands, Andrew went over and untied Louise, who had been tied up since 9:00 a.m. It was already a minute past 10:45 a.m.

Louise went over and thanked Mom. “Thanks. That was really kind of you to play with us, Mrs. Ford,” she politely said.

My mother smiled. “You’re welcome. It was fun. Anyway, the boys would do the dishes tonight and for the rest of the year, right?”

We hated doing the dishes, but with all the things Mom had done for us, we had no choice but to agree.

“Yes Mom,” we both said.

“Good. Now, I’ve got to make lunch. Andrew, Tom, remember the rules. Girls, remember, you can opt out of this game whenever you liked.”

We all said yes.

After that, Mom went out of the room and into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

A few minutes later, my cousin Donald arrived, then a few minutes after that, Andrew’s friend David arrived too. Both of them woke up rather late for the day. We quickly brought them up to date as to the happenings of the day, and we agreed that Donald will be the one to tie up his sister Maggie, while David would tie up his sister Nancy, both of whom were due to be tied up at eleven in the morning, less than ten minutes away. Maggie and Nancy greeted their respective brothers, while Louise and I talked.

With the clock ticking away towards their renewed captivity, Maggie and Nancy first went to the bathroom, and upon returning, talked as much as possible with each other and with us. They waved their hands, jumped all around, teased our captives, and in general, tried to be a nuisance in the remaining moments of freedom. Their brothers had already gathered the ropes and gags needed, and were just waiting for the clock to come close to eleven in the morning.

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Note: I would put three tables for this and subsequent chapters.

The first table concerns events that happened in this chapter.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - Part VI (9:30 a.m. - 11:00 a.m.)


The second table concerns the girls’ tie up schedule for this chapter and the previous one.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - Parts V and VI (8:30 a.m. - 11:00 a.m.)


And finally, the last table shows the girls’ tie up schedule from the beginning of the day to the end of this chapter.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - (7:00 a.m. - 11:00 a.m.)

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated Part VI

Postby KP Presents » Thu May 10, 2012 7:21 am

Tom, that descriptino of your sister asleep in your mother's lap, both boudn and gagged, is one of the most beautiful ones I've heard in a long time. I've used a similar device once or twice in my stories, but it doesn't meet that standard.
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Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated Part VI

Postby viking » Thu May 10, 2012 12:19 pm

well, I'll admit it. even i found this part of your story to be cute :D
(dammit, i really am starting to get soft).
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated Part VI

Postby sarumansauron » Thu May 10, 2012 5:11 pm

Good chapters V and VI! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated Part VI

Postby William F Somebody » Fri May 11, 2012 9:35 am

That's adorable! Betty on your Mom's lap, both bound and gagged!!

I love it that your Mom was so cool about it, letting you tie her up like that.

And I like the part where you removed their blindfolds and the first thing that they saw is your bound and gagged Mom!

Well, update soon!!

Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls -Part VII

Postby Tom Ford » Sun May 13, 2012 8:23 am

To KP Presents, thank you very much. Coming from you, that meant a lot.

To Viking, yeah. Looking back at it, it was a really touching, cute scene. Don’t worry, we’re all getting soft!

To sarumansauron, once again, thanks.

To William F Somebody, thanks. Yup, it was once of the most memorable tie up incidents of my entire life. Mom was tolerant about tie up games, as long as you follow therules.

They were very surprised, especially Nancy and Cathy, who never saw my mom tied up before.

Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Part VII

Lunch
(m+/f+)


It was now about 10:57. At this point, Angela, Betty, and Cathy were tied up, and Maggie, Nancy, and Louise were free. It was again time to tie up Maggie and Nancy. “Come on now,” Andrew said as he picked up his notebook and pen and handed it to the girls.

Maggie and Nancy quickly signed it.

Donald and David then went about to tie up their respective siblings.

Donald pulled Maggie’s hands behind her. He crossed it, then wound rope around her wrists, first using the square lash with three passes, before cinching it in the middle. He then applied the more conventional diagonal lash, whereby he wound the rope horizontally, then vertically, before cinching it again in the middle. Finally, he wrapped rope around her waist and wrists, cinching it between her hands and waist. He then wrapped tape around her fingers.

Next, he put her on a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He then gagged her. He stuffed a large kitchen sponge on her open mouth and tied a knotted cleave gag over her mouth to secure it. He then taped her mouth by putting a couple of strips of duct tape over her lower face. He then tied a handkerchief over the back of her head and neck to protect her hair. Afterwards, he got the packaging tape and rather tightly wrapped the tape around her head seven or eight times. Finally, he taped, using the packaging tape, her ankles, and her knees above the hem of her dress.

David tied his sister’s hands identically to that of Maggie’s. Nancy’s hands were first crossed behind her, then bound by a long rope using two lashes, the square and the diagonal, both of which were cinched between her hands. Afterwards, the remaining rope was tightly wrapped around her waist and hands and cinched in between her wrists and back. Then, tape was wrapped over her fists to prevent her use of her fingers to untie knots.

He then gagged her by stuffing a large roll of sock in her mouth. It was secured with its partner, with a knot in its center thrust into her mouth, and its ends tied rather tightly behind her neck. Then, strip after strip of duct tape was plastered across her mouth, covering her face from just below the nose to the chin, and from ear to ear. Finally, after fashioning a headscarf out of a handkerchief to protect her hair, he tightly wrapped packaging tape around her head about six times. He then sat her on the floor, with her back leaning on my wall. He tied her ankles with white rope, wrapping it around before cinching it in between. He then tied her knees with white rope, tying it above the hem of her dress.

Louise watched the procedure and asked, “So who are you going to free after the two have been tied up?”

“Nobody,” I said. “We’ll free the next one after you’ve been tied up, at 11:15.”

“Why?” Louise asked.

“Because we can,” Andrew answered. “The maximum you can be tied up right now is two hours, and those two have some time to spare.”

After that, Louise went and sat besides Nancy and Cathy on the bed. She silently waited her turn to be tied up again, occasionally asking us questions, which we tried our best to answer.

The next fifteen minutes passed by rapidly. We stayed in the room and I showed David and Donald some of my stuff, while Andrew talked with Louise. Louise herself was in a cheerful mood, talking, but not as loud as Maggie and Nancy, and laughing at Andrew’s jokes.

When the clock showed it was only a few minutes before 11:15, Andrew handed Louise his notebook. She duly signed it.

“Any last words before I tie you up?” my brother asked.

“I want Tom to tie me up,” Louise said.

“Tom? Well, the less work for me then,” he laughed as he tossed me a length of rope.

I was only too happy to oblige. I pulled her hands behind her, and crossed it. I wound the rope around her hands using the two lashes, square and diagonal, and wrapped it around her waist and hands, each time cinching it tight. I put the final knot at the top of her hands, where I know she couldn’t reach it. I then gagged her. Finally, I put her fingers together by wrapping her hands into fists with tape in order to prevent its use. It was identical to how she was earlier tied.

I folded two handkerchiefs into one wad, and happily stuffed the entire thing into Louise’s mouth. I got another handkerchief, tied a knot into its center, thrust the knot into her mouth, and tied the ends behind her neck rather tightly. I finished by plastering her mouth with a couple strips of duct tape then wrapped brown packaging tape around her head a couple of times with a cloth to protect her hair from the tape. After gagging her, I helped her sit on the bed, and I tied her feet by wrapping rope around her ankles and cinching it in between, and over her knees over her dress.

As soon as Louise’s hands were tied up, Andrew went to untie Angela. “Donald, while I untie Angie over here, you free Betty.”

Betty, who was tied up for two hours, since 9:15 a.m., and Angela, who was tied up since 9:30 a.m., brightened at hearing that.

So while I was gagging Louise and tying her feet, Betty and Angela were being freed.

“Thanks,” Angela said as David handed over my brother’s notebook so she can sign it. “Being tied up is fun, but it sure is a relief to be given a break!”

“Even if it’s only thirty minutes,” Betty said. She signed after Angela was done with the notebook. “In fact, this is even better than being tied up nonstop! This way, I can be tied up all day without my hands and mouth being all stiff and sore at the end of it all!”

The two then wound their arms and stretched their bodies, relishing their new freedom.

It was at this time that the smell of what Mom was cooking reached us upstairs.

“Hey, can I look at what Mom is cooking? Don’t worry, we’ll be back at a quarter to twelve! Then you can tie us up again!” Betty asked.

“No problem,” I said.

“Yeah. We know you won’t leave, because if you would, you’d have done it a while ago!” my brother laughed.

The two girls bounded out the room towards the kitchen to thank Mom for her earlier participation in our tie up game, and to see what was cookin’!

“Speaking of the cooking,” David asked as soon as Betty and Angela left, “how are we going to let them eat lunch?”

“Oh I have an idea. I’ve already talked this over with Mom, and she said that it’s all right with her if it’s all right with the girls,” Andrew said. “Let’s untie their feet, and march them downstairs.”

We untied the ankles and knees of Cathy, Nancy, Louise, and Maggie. We helped them to stand up, and then marched them to the living room. We planned to put all of them in the long couch in front of the TV.

Because we had used brown packaging tape to tape their fingers together, we were confident that even together in the couch, they couldn’t pick each others knots and free themselves. We don’t know what would happen if they did that. Maybe they’ll claim that it’s their turn to tie us up since they escaped. In any case, we don’t want that to happen, and with their hands taped into fists, it won’t.

We put the four girls on the couch. Louise was on the left extremity. On her immediate right was Maggie. Then Nancy. On the right extremity of the couch was Cathy, besides Nancy. We then retied their knees (above the hem of their dresses) and their ankles.

The activity of tying up the four girls on the couch elicited the attention of Betty and Angela. They ran from the kitchen towards the living room.

“Wow, you’re going to keep us here in the living room?” my sister asked.

“Only for lunch,” my brother said.

“By the way, how are we going to each lunch,” my sister asked. “Are you going to feed us?”

“You’ll see,” my brother said.

After that, we opened the TV. We let Betty and Angela select the channel because the principal audience were the four bound girls. My brother and I accompanied them, but we did not pay any attention to the TV and just talked to each and at the same time made sure that Betty and Angela did not try to free their compatriots.

11:30 passed without us freeing any of the girls, and as 11:45 a.m. and the impending captivity of Betty and Angela approached, the latter asked us during a commercial break, “so who are you going to free next? And by that, I mean when Betty and I are tied up again.”

“Well, I don’t know,” I replied.

“Could I look at that notebook?” Betty asked.

Andrew obliged and tossed her to it.

“Well, according to this, the longest one tied up is Cathy, since 10:45, about an hour,” Betty said. “Right, Cathy?”

Little Cathy nodded.

“Which mean that you don’t have to untie any of us until 12:45 at the earliest,” said Angela.

“Well, tie me up in this couch,” Betty said, sitting on the single seat couch to the left of the long couch, facing perpendicular to the TV and facing the other single seat couch to the right of the long couch. “And I don’t want to sit with anybody while tied up!”

Angela was seated on the other single seat couch on the right of the long couch. “And I want to be tied up here.”

We all laughed.

“You girls are enjoying this too much!” Donald said.

“Yeah. This was the most fun I’ve had playing tie up games since I started playing!” Betty exclaimed as her grin widened.

“I have to agree with Betty! This is fun!” Angela exclaimed. “Although it would be more fun if I am a captor, being the one kidnapped is okay too!”

“Look at the time! I think you better go to the bathroom,” Andrew said. It was already 11:40.

“We already did,” Betty answered.

David then handed first Angela, then my sister, the notebook and a pen. They duly signed it, and it was time to tie them up again.

Andrew and I were the one to tie them up. Andrew tied up Angela, while I tied up Betty. We tied their hands behind them, crossed, in the usual manner (see note at the end of this post), identical to how they were tied up before, and tied their ankles and knees the usual way. We gagged them first by stuffing their mouths, Betty with a rolled sock, Angela with a yellow kitchen sponge, and secured them in the usual way (see note below).

We then tied the end of a short piece of rope to their bound ankles, and tied the other end to the foot of the couch they were sitting in, thus leashing them to the couch.

So once again, all six girls were tied up. But not for long.

A few minutes after Angela and Betty were tied up, we were called by my mother to set the table. Leaving David and Donald to watch the girls, we immediately went and did as asked.

After we set the table, David and Donald went home to each lunch in their respective homes. Ordinarily, they would eat with us, but with five girls to feed in addition to my brother, my sister, and I, they decided it would be best to eat at their own homes.

At about twelve noon, Andrew and I untied Cathy and Nancy and told them that lunch was ready. My older brother stayed to watch the other four girls while Nancy and Cathy walked with me to the kitchen.

“How about the others?” Cathy asked.

“They’ll eat lunch when it’s their turn to be freed,” I said. “Now at twelve thirty, finished or not, we will tie both of you.”

“We know,” Nancy replied as both girls went to the bathroom to wash their hands.

The four of us, Mom, me, Nancy, and Cathy ate together.

“So who are you going to free next?” Mom asked.

“Well, Maggie,” I said.

“Maggie? How about after you tied us up again?” Nancy asked.

“Well, at 12:30, after we tie you up, we’ll free Louise!” I said.

“Well girls, how’s your day?” my mother asked.

“It was cool!” Cathy replied.

“Yeah Mrs. Ford. You’re so cool, joining our game! I’ve never had so much fun playing tie up games ever!”

Mom smiled. “Well, if you ever get tired of this game, we’ll untie you all right now and there won’t be any tie up games for the rest of the day.”

“Oh no Mrs. Ford,” Nancy replied. “We won’t ever get tired of this!”

The conversation then drifted off into other topics.

At 12:15, Andrew untied my sister Maggie, who joined us for lunch. Now there were only three girls tied up.

Nancy and Cathy finished lunch at about 12:20. Both were aware of the time and what it meant, and to their credit, they did not try to eat slowly or otherwise delay their fate. They went and washed their hands, and walked towards the living room. I remained in the table and accompanied Maggie and my Mom.

At 12:30 I helped my brother tie up Nancy and Cathy’s crossed hands behind them in the usual way. We gagged them, using rolled socks to stuff their mouth, and securing it the usual way. We tied their feet the usual way too. We also taped their hands into fists to make sure that they can’t pick each other’s knots. We then untied Louise, who joined Mom and Maggie for lunch. I stayed in the living room to watch the four captives—Nancy, Cathy, Betty, and Angela, while Andrew ate his lunch.

There were no more interesting things to watch on the TV, so I switched it off. I had no one to talk to, so I decided to entertain the girls, and myself too, by telling them stories. Most of which were silly in retrospect—like telling them that a deserted neighboring house was haunted, or what happened to our pet lizards or frogs. Normally, they wouldn’t even try to listen to me when I told them the stories, but tied as they were, they had nothing else to do.

As 12:45 approached, Maggie came back on schedule.

“I’m surprised you didn’t run away!” I laughed.

“With your brother watching me like a hawk?” she replied. “Besides, if I did run away, I’ll never hear the end of it from the others.”

I gave her Andrew’s notebook and a pen, and she duly signed it. “Okay, you can tie me up now.”

“Aren’t you going to quit?” I asked.

Maggie looked at the other girls and said, “Oh no, you’re not going to make me lose face!” she said. “If I have been tied up nonstop since seven in the morning, I’d have quit long ago, but since I have half hour breaks, I can finish this. Are you going to tie me up or not? It’s nearly a quarter to one, you know.”

I smiled as I pulled her hands behind her, crossed it, and tied her like we usually do. Then I stuffed a wad of three handkerchiefs, an enormous wad, but one that I managed to fit inside her tiny mouth. I then took a knotted handkerchief and thrust it past her teeth, pushing the wad further in her mouth, and tied it behind her neck rather cruelly tight. I finished by taping her mouth with multiple strips then wrapping tape around her mouth with a cloth protecting her hair from the tape. I then tied her feet in our usual way, and sat her on the couch on her previous position before she was freed.

I then freed Angela and Betty, who immediately went and ate their lunch at our table. I can hear loud girlish talk and giggling. Mom was still on the table, talking with the girls as they became free. I remained in the living room, looking at the three remaining captives—Nancy, Cathy, and Maggie.

I resumed my stories, and they listened to me attentively. I don’t know whether it was genuine interest or just to pass the time, but listen they did—they later asked questions about it. I talked about buried treasure in the woods around our town, of pirates, of gangsters, of kidnappings, etc.

Louise came back to us as one o’clock neared. “Oh we all know that story is just push hogwash!” she said.

“Just sign the notebook,” I said as I gave it to her with a pen.

She signed it. She stretched her hands a bit, and said, “Okay, you can tie me up again.”

I tied her hands behind her back in the usual way. I stuffed her mouth with a rolled sock, and secured it the usual way with a knotted cleave gag and tape, both with multiple strips and wrapped around the head. She then went to previous position on the long couch.

A few minutes later, Donald, then David, arrived after eating lunch in their respective houses. I delegated to them the task of watching the girls while I went to the kitchen to help my brother wash the dishes as per our agreement. Angela and Betty helped us a bit by putting the dirty items on the sink.

“If you like we’ll be the one to wash the dishes,” Angela said.

“Nice try. But you’ll be tied up in a few minutes,” Andrew laughed. “But thanks anyway for the offer.”

We looked at the kitchen clock. It was 1:10 p.m.

“I think you better get ready,” I said to the girls. “Go to the living room. Donald and David will tie you up.”

“Oh you just can’t wait to get us into the ropes!” Betty said.

“That’s why we wanted to win that contest!” my brother replied. “You would’ve done the same.”

“True,” said my sister. “Come on Angela, let’s get tied up!”

Both girls washed their hands and went to the living room to be tied up again.

Donald and David tied them up the usual way, identical to how they were tied before. Angela’s mouth was stuffed with a rolled sock, and Betty with a large kitchen sponge, which were secured with knotted cleave gags and tape in the usual manner. They then went to the previous single seat couch they were on and sat there.

So once again all six girls were tied up and gagged at the same time.

***

End of Part VII

Notes


1.

Midway through writing this chapter, I decided to forego to write detailed descriptions on how they were tied up for the simple reason that, looking at my diary, my brother’s notes, and the pictures which were taken then, the girls were for the most part tied identically during the two days. Simply describing the same thing over and over again, as I have done in the previous chapters was tiring for me, and I’ll only make another detailed description if I felt like it, or if we tied them up and gagged them differently.

So when I write that we tied them up in the usual way, or like we usually did, I mean we tied them up like this. (The description is from my story Spring 1967: Bound Captor.

I took the long rope, and folded it twice to divide it into four equal parts. I first crossed her hands. I then tied the rope at the quarter bend on her left wrist, then used the long three quarter length to tie her hands using the square lash. I did three passes before cinching it with the short quarter length trailing end. I then, in a more conventional way, wrapped it horizontally, then vertically, then cinched it tight between her hands. I then wrapped the remaining long piece around her waist once and hands, then, with the quarter length that remained, cinched the rope between her hands and back. It pinned her hands to her back, and I can see the rope around her waist digging into her stomach.


In other words, when I say the usual way, I meant that her hands were crossed behind her, then rope was wound with two lashes, the square lash in three passes then cinched in between, and the diagonal lash, first wound horizontally then vertically, then cinched in between. We used long ropes to tie the hands, so we tied the remainder around the hands and waist, then we cinched it between the hands and back, pinning the hands to the back and making the waist rope very tight.

In addition, we wrapped packaging tape around their hands to keep the fingers together.

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2.

As for the gagging part, when I say the usual way, or like we usually did, I meant that their mouth was stuffed with cloth or a sponge, then a knot tied in the middle of a handkerchief or sock. The knot would then be thrust into the open mouth, further pushing back the packing in, and positioned so it was behind the teeth. Its ends would be then tightly tied behind the neck. After that, strips of duct tape would secure it, covering the face from just below the nose to the chin, and from ear to ear, covering their lower face with tape. We would then tie a handkerchief around the back of the head and neck, fashioning a headscarf to protect the hair, then packaging tape was tightly wrapped around the head and over the mouth five to eight times, depending. Then we would pull the headscarf down so only the part with the tape was covered.

Of course, the stuffing varied. It could be a rolled sock, one or more handkerchiefs folded into a wad, or a sponge.

In other words, we gagged them combining the following methods. Mouth stuffing, knotted cleave gag, multiple strips of duct tape over mouth and lower part of face, and tape wrapped around the head many times.

When we gagged them differently, I’ll describe it.

As for the feet, when I say we tied them the usual way, I mean we tied their ankles by wrapping it with rope and cinching it in the middle. We tied their knees above the hem on their dresses, and it wasn’t cinched.

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Another thing. When I write, we tied her hands the usual way, hands behind, crossed, and afterwards the fingers were wrapped in tape, it meant that the entire package was done to her hands, and I only chose to describe what I wrote above. Likewise, if I write, “I stuffed her mouth with a sock, then secured her gag the usual way by a knotted cleave gag, then taped across her face, and wrapped around the head with packaging tape,” the fact that I used the word usual meant that she was gagged completely as described, and I just like to describe it like that.

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3.

I would put three tables for this and subsequent chapters.

The first table concerns events that happened in this chapter.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - Part VII (10:45 a.m. - 1:30 p.m.)


The second table concerns the girls’ tie up schedule for this chapter and the previous one.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - Parts VI and VII (9:30 a.m. - 1:30 p.m.)


And finally, the last table shows the girls’ tie up schedule from the beginning of the day to the end of this chapter.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - (7:00 a.m. - 1:30 p.m.)
Last edited by Tom Ford on Sat May 19, 2012 7:25 am, edited 2 times in total.

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part 7 posted

Postby William F Somebody » Tue May 15, 2012 10:59 am

Another great update!!

I want to know what happen next! Please post the next part soon!!

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part 7 posted

Postby sarumansauron » Tue May 15, 2012 6:08 pm

Great part 7! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Part VIII

Postby Tom Ford » Wed May 16, 2012 6:58 am

To William F Somebody and sarumansauron, thanks for the comments.

Summer 1968

Two Days, Six Girls

Chapter VIII

Afternoon Fun
(m+/f)


Andrew and I washed the dishes after all of us have eaten lunch. There were so many to wash that it took nearly half an hour to complete. We returned to the living room at about 1:45 p.m. There, the six girls, Angela, Louise, Betty, Maggie, Nancy, and Cathy, had all been tied up for thirty minutes, since 1:15 p.m. Because of lunch, all of them had not been tied up particularly long. Betty and Angela had been tied up continuously the shortest, both tied up on 1:15, while Nancy and Cathy was tied up the longest, since 12:30. We untied Nancy.

“I know how we’ll all have fun!” my brother said as he untied her. “Girls, let’s play a game. It’s called follow the leader!”

We boys already talked about it the day before, and we all know what to do, provided everything goes according to plan.

“But how can they play? They’re all tied up? Is the tie up game gonna end?” Nancy asked as she singed my brother’s notebook.

“Well,” I said, “we’ll untie their feet, but their hands remained tied up, and they will remain gagged. They have to follow whoever is the leader, and go whenever he goes!”

“Oh that sounds like fun! Can I join?” Nancy asked.

“As long as you don’t untie the others,” David said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she said.

“How about that, girls?” Andrew asked the five bound and gagged girls on the couch.

They all nodded.

“Good!” I said. I then bent down to untie my sister’s feet. Donald and David untied the others’ feet. We then helped them to stand up.

“Okay. I’ll be the leader!” proclaimed Andrew. “You girls line up after me. David, Donald, you go behind the girls. Tom, you bring up the rear.”

David and Donald went down to the basement and came back carrying in their backs bags with our gagging materials and a couple of coils of rope. They then took their place in the line. The line was like this. My brother of course was the leader, then the free Nancy was behind him. We put her there to make sure she can’t do anything to free the other girls. Then we have the bound girls. Angela was directly behind Nancy, then Louise, then Betty, the Maggie, finally, Cathy, who was the last of the bound girls. Then David was behind his sister, then Donald, finally, me.

“Okay, follow me!” said my brother with a flourish.

My brother first went up the stairs, first to his room, where he went around the chair next to his study table before going out. Then he went to my room, my sister’s room, and each of my younger brother’s room. Each time, he would always go around an object—a bag on the floor, toys, etc. so that those following him would not take shortcuts when the end of the line would enter just as he would leave a room.

Several times, he would stop, and do things like jump, spin around, and hop. Of course, all of us who weren’t bound could easily imitate him, but to our surprise, the bound and gagged girls did their best to play the game. They jumped, spun around, and hopped too, but were defeated when Andrew waved his hands while walking around. We didn’t, however, penalize them for that.

After exploring the rooms upstairs, we went to the attic, then back down again, to the kitchen. At that point, it was about two o’clock.

We were walking around the kitchen table when Andrew shouted, “Halt!”

We all stopped.

“Well, it’s two o’clock. Guess we better untie Cathy too.

We untied Cathy as fast as we could, and as soon as she was free, she signed my brother’s notebook.

“That was really fun! I never played follow the leader while tied up!” Cathy happily said. Then she looked at my brother with a pretend sour look. “You cheated when you waved your arms! You know we can’t do that!”

We just laughed at that.

“Hey, I want to be the leader!” Cathy said.

“Well, I guess you could,” David said.

“Yeah, you can be the next leader!” my brother affirmed

“That’s not fair! I’m going to be tied up in fifteen minutes so I demand that I be the leader for the remaining time I'm free!” Nancy said.

“I guess that’s fair,” I said. “Cathy, you can be the leader after Nancy’s tied up again.”

We deposited the ropes used on Cathy and put it on David’s bag.

Nancy went to the lead, and said, “All right, boys and girls, free and bound, follow me!”

She then walked around the kitchen before she led us to the basement. We went around the couches where we originally tied them up, then around the table where the rest of the tie us stuff was located, and we went back up again. Like my brother, Nancy did things like jump in the stairs, hop around the basement while walking, take giant steps, and other things like that. Like before, all of us who were free had no trouble mimicking Nancy, but to our surprise, the four bound girls managed just fine, except when Nancy waved her hands. The bound girls manage to hop, jump, spin, walk with giant steps just fine.

We then went upstairs, then back downstairs, and into the backyard, where we walked around the house, but stayed mostly in the back so as to be out of sight from curious onlookers. And we were outside when my brother looked at his watch.

“It’s a few minutes to 2:15,” he proclaimed. “Let’s stop!”

We all halted, even Nancy, who was a bit disappointed that her role as leader was over.

My brother, who was holding his notebook and a pen, handed it to Nancy for her to sign.

My brother went to David and retrieved from David’s bag the rope which was used to tie up Cathy.

“Nancy!” Andrew said.

“I know, I know,” said Nancy. “It was fun playing, but I can’t wait to play it while tied up!”

My brother pulled Nancy’s hands behind her, and tied her up in the usual way. He stuffed a rolled up sock in her mouth and secured it in her mouth the usual way. He didn’t tie her feet of course.

After Nancy’s hands were tied up, Donald and I freed both Louise and Betty. We put the ropes in Donald's bag, the mouth stuffing and cleave gags drenched in saliva in a special plastic bag that we brought in David’s bag.

After the two girls signed the notebook, we resumed our follow the leader game, this time with three girls free and three girls bound. The girls who were free were Louise, Betty, and Cathy, and the girls who were bound were Nancy, Angela, and Maggie.

“That was fun!” Betty exclaimed.

“Yeah! Even while tied up!” Louise said.

“Well, I’m leader now!” Cathy declared as she moved in front of the line, followed by Betty, and Louise, and then my brother. Followed by the three bound girls—first Nancy, then Angela, finally Maggie. Then came the rest of the boys. David’s first in line, then Donald, and I brought up the rear once again.

Cathy walked once around the house, then went to the plain between the house and the hill. The plain was quite big, so we had plenty of room. We went to and from random objects, like various rocks, the gazebo, the storage area, the fence at the other end of the plain. And we didn’t just walk. Cathy pranced around like a little girl around the plain, and dared us boys to imitate her. Louise and Betty didn’t have trouble imitating her, while we boys tried our best to do so without embarrassing ourselves, which made it even funnier. The bound girls of course tried their best to do as Cathy did.

Cathy knew that in a few minutes, she would be tied up and gagged again, so she made the best out of it. She didn’t run, as she knew that the bound girls would have difficulty catching up. Instead, she, like the others, jumped, hopped, happily away.

Finally, her time to be tied up again was upon us. It was a few minutes to 2:30 p.m. when Andrew, who was wearing a watch, called a halt to the march, and told Cathy to sign his notebook.

Cathy was breathing hard and was sweating in the afternoon fun. “That was fun!” she squealed. “This was almost as good as doing it tied up!”

David was the one who was selected to tie Cathy up again. She crossed her hands behind her without prompt as soon as she signed in, and David tied his sister using the ropes used on Betty, in our usual way. He stuffed a large yellow sponge in her mouth, and secured it using our usual method.

Donald untied his sister Maggie as soon as Cathy was tied up, so there were three girls who were free—Louise, Betty, and Maggie, and three who were tied up—Angela, Nancy, and Cathy.

“So, who among you two will be the next leader?” I asked Betty and Louise.

Fortunately, Louise was gracious and gave way to Betty.

“Thanks Louise,” Betty said as she took her place at the head of the line.

Betty immediately turned towards the hill and headed towards it. Several times, she jumped, jogged, or hopped, but always in the same direction. We who were free easily were able to mimic her actions, and so did those who were bound and gagged. Angela, Nancy, and Cathy were able to jump, hop, or jog while bound and gagged, although their actions were awkward in comparison to those of us who were free. And being restricted from breathing in the mouth meant that they became short of breathe more easily than the others. Fortunately, Betty had experience in this sort of thing, and knew the limitations of movement while bound, so the bound girls were able to manage.

When she reached the fence separating our land from the forested hill, she immediately went to the gate. She opened it, and led us along the path towards the hill. We then walked up the hill. Betty, in her pretty dress, several times skipped the official path, and climbed through the shortcuts with steep slopes besides the path. We boys easily followed her, and the free girls, with difficulty and with help, also made it. But the bound girls simply could not do it. The free use of the hands were required for balance in a steep climb, and with Angela and Cathy wearing long dresses that reached to the calves, they also needed their hands to pull up their dresses. It was impossible for them follow us through the shortcut.

“That’s not fair,” Donald said. “You can’t climb here while tied up!”

Betty laughed. “I know. Hey, you can take the path instead. Don’t worry, we won’t disqualify you!”

I climbed down to make sure the girls did follow them. So our captives marched on the main path upwards, where they can walk while tied up. However, the path towards where the others were was meandering, and it took a very long time for us to reach them. In fact, when we reached them, according to Andrew’s watch, it was nearly 2:45 in the afternoon, and my brother and David was already tying Betty and Louise.

“So, you’re going to free Angela?” Betty asked as Andrew tied her hands behind her.

“Not yet.”

“Mmmmpphhh!” Angela protested.

“We tied you up at 1:15, and we won’t have to free you until 3:15,” my brother said.

Angela protested rather forcefully. “Mmphphh mmphhh mpphhh phhhhh!” She did her best to tell my brother that she wanted to be untied now rather than in thirty minutes, but her gag made her arguments not only unintelligible, but rather pathetic too.

We simply laughed at her while she sulked helplessly in her bound and gagged state.

Betty and Louise’s hands were crossed behind them, and Andrew and David, respectively, tied their hands the usual way. Both their mouths were stuffed with a wad of two large handkerchiefs each, which filled their mouth to bursting point, and were secured in the usual way with cleave gag and tape.

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Follow the Leader Outside the House (2:15 p.m. - 2:45 p.m) (Route on the plain is just approximate, not exact)


Maggie took her place at the head of the line. Fully aware of the fate that awaited her at the end of fifteen minutes, she was eager to lead us in the game.

Behind Maggie was Andrew, then the five bound girls. Angela was behind Andrew, then Louise, then Betty, then Cathy, then Nancy. Then there were the boys. David was directly behind his sister, then Donald, and once again, I brought up the rear.

Maggie used up her fifteen minutes by exploring the entire hill. But unlike Betty, she didn’t stray from the path, so the bound and gagged girls had no difficulty following her. She simply walked and gawked at the sights, so the follow the leader game became simply an exploring party. We walked nearer and nearer to Angela and Louise’s houses at the other end of the hill, but Andrew put a stop to it.

“Maggie, Mrs. Lewis and Mrs. Dale don’t know that you girls would be tied up for two days,” he said.

“Oh yes,” Maggie said, laughing. “I suppose I can go there and we can all go free for the rest of the day,” she mused, “but the Betty and Nancy would kill me. Besides, this is too much fun!”

She then reversed herself, and we retraced back our steps.

Maggie took her time walking. She frequently stopped just to look around and took in the sight. The game was still technically a follow the leader game, so we also stopped and looked where she looked, and did what she did.

We were still in the middle of the hill slowly inching our way home when the time for Maggie’s freedom ended.

“Okay, let’s stop here,” Andrew said, looking at his watch. “Just a few minutes to three o’clock. You know what that means.”

Maggie made a show of being shocked by gasping exaggeratedly, then demurely nodded. “I know. I know.”

“Donald, you tie her up!” my brother ordered as Maggie signed my brother’s notebook.

“With pleasure!” Donald said as he ran at the head of the line. David tossed him the coil of rope used on Maggie before.

Maggie was just silent as her brother Donald pulled her hands behind her, crossed it, and tied it with the rope in our usual way. Then, he stuffed her mouth with a rolled sock. Using our usual methods of securing the packing, he tied a knotted cleave gag, burying the knot into her mouth, further pushing the sock in. He tore a couple of strips of tape and plastered it across Maggie’s closed lips and across her face. He took another handkerchief and tied it around the back of her head to protect her hair. Finally, he wrapped duct tape around her head about seven or eight times.

So once again, all the girls were tied up and gagged.

But the very fact has posed a problem. Who shall be the leader?

Before we can do anything, Angela, bound and gagged as she was, walked at the head of the line.

“Angela, you want to be leader?” David asked.

Angela nodded.

We all laughed at that, but Donald said, “Why not? Let’s follow the bound and gagged leader!”

Angela, with her gagged head proudly held high, began walking. She walked slowly, only as fast as she could considering that she was tied up and wearing a long dress in the wooded hills. Behind her were Maggie, then Louise, then Betty, then Cathy, and then finally, Nancy, all of them tightly bound and gagged. Behind Nancy were David, then Andrew, then Donald, and finally, me, again bringing up the rear.

We walked towards home along the path, in a slow, leisurely way. Aside from walking forward, Angela did not try to do other things like jump, hop, etc, which she can do even thought her hands were tied, but didn’t. We talked and laughed as we took in the sights and smell of the beautiful forest on the hill. The trees gave a cool shade which protected us from the sun’s rays and made for a cool environment in the hot summer.

So by the time we reached the other side of the small hill, at the fence separating it from the plains of our backyard, half an hour had passed and it was already about 3:15 p.m. It was exactly two hours since Angela was tied up at 1:15 p.m., the maximum time permitted for the girls to be continuously tied up in our two day game. We untied her there.

She first signed my brother’s notebook, then stretched and relished her newfound freedom.

“So how does being a leader while being tied up and gagged feel?” I asked.

“That was interesting,” she said. “It’s fun too. Prisoners shouldn’t be the leaders, but in this case, I love it!”

“Glad you liked it,” said my brother.

“Wait! I’m still the leader, right?” Angela asked.

“Well, the others only led for fifteen minutes,” Andrew replied.

“But they were free during those fifteen minutes,” Angela argued. “I want to be the leader while free!”

“Well, okay,” my brother conceded.

Angela was the leader for the next quarter hour. The line was the same as when Angela was tied up.

She played leader in the plains between the hill and the house. This time, she did things like hop over rocks, jogged and run alternately, meandered around scattered objects, suddenly squatted then stood up. We who were free managed to mimic her, while those who were bound were not so lucky. Cathy and Louise refused to hop over large rocks while bound, and all of them did not squat because it would be hard to stand up again with their hands behind their backs. But we excused them because they were obviously doing their best.

Still, we were playing Follow the Leader for nearly two hours, and we were getting tired of it. Angela eventually led us to the bench at our back porch. There, at 3:30, we stopped to rest and discuss what we’re going to do next. The girls occupied the bench, where we tied their ankles and knees like we usually do, while we boys, after tying their feet, sat on the grass.

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Follow the Leader Outside the House (2:45 p.m. - 3:30 p.m) (Route on the plain is just approximate, not exact)


“Well Angela, you better go to the bathroom, you’ll be tied up in fifteen minutes,” I said, looking at my watch.

As soon as Angela was inside, David said, “Donald, get it now!”

Donald nodded and ran next door. Andrew went to our garage.

A few minutes later, my brother came back with his red wagon, and a little while later, Donald also came back with a red wagon.

Angela, who returned before the two boys did, looked at the wagons and said, “What’s are you going to do with that?”

“You’ll see!” my brother laughed as he looked at his watch. “And Angie! It’s a few minutes to 3:45 p.m. You know what that means!”

“I know, I know!” Angela said as she signed my brother’s notebook and afterward walked to where my brother was and put her hands behind her.

Notes

Map of the Neighborhood.

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Map of the Neighborhood


The first table concerns events that happened in this chapter.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - Part VIII (1:15 p.m. - 3:45 p.m.)


The second table concerns the girls’ tie up schedule for this chapter and the previous one.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - Parts VII and VIII (10:45 a.m. - 3:45 p.m.)


And finally, the last table shows the girls’ tie up schedule from the beginning of the day to the end of this chapter.

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The Girls' Tie Up Schedule - The First Day - (7:00 a.m. - 3:45 p.m.)
Last edited by Tom Ford on Sat May 19, 2012 7:25 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Summer 1968 - Two Days, Six Girls - Updated! Part VIII

Postby sarumansauron » Wed May 16, 2012 2:47 pm

Cool part VIII! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!