I apologize for not posting in so long. I looked back at the board and I realized that I haven't added a story since January. College has just been crazy lately and I haven't had time to write. I am going to skip ahead a couple of weeks from my last story. I apologize that I am not covering the shopping trip. But, if I only have so much time to write, I think I am going to cover some stuff that the readers of the forums would find more interesting.
It was two weekends later at roughly 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday. We had drawn an unlucky break in the weather as it was pouring rain outside. This left us with very little to do in the small apartment. We normally spent one weekend every month with my mother. She lived in a large populated city the next state over from where we lived. It was about a 2 and half hour drive that my father made once a month so we could spend a few day switch my mother. He would drive us down after we got off school in the afternoon and my mother would bring us back on Sunday the following weekend.
Our mother worked as an executive and brought how a heavy salary. It was a 8 to 5 job during the week. However, she had weekends off and we would make our way out once a month to send one with her. She kept a small 2 bedroom apartment on an upper floor of a apartment building. She had one bathroom, an eat in kitchen, a living room. The other two rooms, one was her bedroom and the second served as her home office. When we came to visit, Ben slept on the couch and I stayed on an air bed on the floor of her office. It wasn't ideal, but it suited our needs for the short duration of our stays.
Ben was laid back on the sofa in his pajamas playing his DS. The television was off and he was focused on leveling up his Pokémon team. I didn't play the games that much growing up and I certainly don't remember the specifics of his game focuses. I on the other hand was simply staring at the wall tied to a kitchen chair. I was seated with my arms through the spindles on the back of the chair. My wrists were tied criss cross with a piece of clothesline about 20 feet in length. My ankles were wrapped together and cinched off in the middle. Additionally, my knees were tied together and there was a rope connecting my ankles to a cross bar under the chair. I had a rope around my waist like a seatbelt that my hands were tied to as well. Finally, there was a longer piece of rope about 35 or 40 feet long wrapped around my upper body pinning me to the back of the chair.
I was dressed in a long sleeve purple dress with a peter pan style color. It had sash at the waist that was tied in a bow in the back. The dress itself came down to about my mid calves. Additionally I was wearing white tights and some black Mary Jane flat shoes. My mother had a very different opinion about how I should be raised from my father. He grew in the country as a kid and you pretty much wore whatever you wanted. I was more of a tomboy at heart. So, at home I would normally prefer jeans or overalls to a dress. However, when I was with my mother I had to be an almost like a little princess. Truthfully it drove me nuts growing up. She finally backed off about the time I turned 14 a couple of years later when I just outright refused. But for the time being, I had to be up an dressed by 8 in the morning.
With her I was always in a dress and normally mary jane style shoes. If it was past Labor day, it was usually long sleeves and tights as well. On the other hand ben pretty much got away with wearing whatever he wanted. As long as we weren't going to a formal place or church. On Sundays, I got even with my brother when he had to wear a collar shirt and a tie for a few hours. It was only a day or two a month and it was something that came with seeing my mother. However, there were other benefits to being with her. For one, she was a lot more tolerate of my brother's and my tie ups. When she first came out of her bedroom and found me like that two years earlier. I had worried about how she would react. However, she had been pretty cool about it just writing it off as another childhood phase.
On the following visit Ben asked her if she had anything we could use as rope. He didn't want to get scolded for using a bathrobe belt again. My mother went out and came back an hour later with a considerable length of clothesline. Ben had used all of it this morning to pretty much insure that I couldn't move more than a few inches. Ben knew how to tie someone up pretty good if he put his mind to it and he had enough rope to work with. I struggled and pulled back and forth against the ropes. I had been sitting here for about 25 minutes at this point. It had taken Ben almost half an hour to tie me up in addition to that time period. I could already tell it was going to take me a considerable amount of effort and time to wriggle out of this.
My mother came out of the office and checked on the two of us. She had been busy for the past hour doing something in there. I am not overly sure what it was. It was either work related or something she was doing online that Ben and I were no provide to. She looked down at Ben laying there still in his Charmander’s outfit plugging away at the game. He gaze fell on my situation and they she just yawned almost ignoring us. My mother went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee before returning to where we were.
"You want me to put something on Netflix for you Beth?" She asked looking down at me.
"You can I suppose." I replied. "It's not like I can do anything to stop you." I added with a bit of a laugh.
My mother crossed the room to the sofa. She shifted the cup of coffee from her left hand into her right. Then she bent down and cradled Ben's feet in her hands. She lifted up his legs and pivoted him so that he was slouched down back against the sofa rather than laying across the width of it. Ben moved with her willingly without comment. This opened up a spot on the sofa and she sat down. Ben slouched a little further and put his feet up on the coffee table in front of the sofa. My mother reached down and grabbed the television remote and flipped it to the on position. She had a 60 inch wall mounted plasma television sitting across from where her and my brother were sitting. My chair was aimed slightly cornerwise, but still facing it.
With the television on she flopped the remote back down on the coffee table and reached for the Xbox controller. Like my brother, my mother was somewhat of a gamer in her spare time. She had this great television, but no TV service. What she did have was an Xbox 360 with both a Netflix and hulu subscription.
"So, what should we watch today?" She inquired as she began surfing through the kids section of the Netflix stream offerings.
She started scrolling through some series. I was only half interested as my main focus at the moment was on the ropes and mounting an escape. Ben was in the same boat, he was more focused on his game than on the television. My mom continued to push the left analog stick on the controller scrolling through the various offering.
"How about Dragon Tales?" Ben suggested as my mother passed over it. My mother gave me a look and when I didn't make a vocal reply she just pushed the A button and started a random episode.
If you folks aren't familiar with the series, it's a PBS show aimed at children between the ages of 4 and 7 with an educational focus. Look it up on Google if you want more information. Ben and I were both a little old for it. But we had both grown up with it and it had been a favorite of ours a few years ago. Besides it was more for background noise than anything. The episodes are about 25 minutes each without commercials. For the duration of it, Ben focused on his DS and I continued to work on squirming around in my ropes trying to find a weakness in the tie. After the episode ended, I made a suggestion of another show that was a little more appropriate for our age group. My mother sifted through the search function and put it on.
Aside from her policy on about girls should be girls, it was just a quiet Saturday morning chilling watching cartoons. About halfway through the first episode in the series, I finally managed to worked one of my hands free from the wrist bindings. I took a minute and drew it around to my front so I could start exploring the remainder of the ropes. It took me almost another 20 minutes to get myself fully freed. But, I managed it none the less. Once I was loose from the chair, I walked across the room slowly. Ben and my mother both scooted slightly to the left on the sofa and I just took a seat next to them.
That was about the extent of that Saturday. At least the parts of it that this community would find interesting. Again thanks for reading everyone. I hope you enjoyed it.
Beth.