## Beginner's Luck

Post by markusthe1st » Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:55 am

[This is a fictionalized account of my first TUG ever - you can read the story here: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=2524&p=9003#p9003]
It got colder as the storm progressed, bringing darkness with it. Rain pelted the outside of the house, while an occasional crack of lightning and thunder rattled the very timbers.
By dinnertime, it was already dark outside, when suddenly, the cable went out, taking TV and the Internet with it. Aunt Tina had been able to manage her two nephews all day despite them being stuck inside because of the storm, with help from TV and the web.
Her sister, and the boys mom, was suppoosed to be home earlier in the day, but the storm had her stuck a couple hours away, and it looked like she wasn't going to make it home before tomorrow.
Suddenly the whole house was faced with finding something to do. To make matters worse, the lights flickered on and off a few times, making it seem like they might lose power too. With her as the defacto grownup, the boys came to her first.
"Auntie, there's no TV or Internet."
"I know," she replied. "We have to think of something to do that doesn't need TV. And don't forget, you're old enough now to call me by my first name."
The other boy chimed in, "Yeah, right! Like there is anything else."
"Oh come on, boys. When I grew up, we didn't even have any Internet until I was a teenager. We always found something to do."
"Like what?"
She thought for a moment. What could they do? Storming outside, alone together for the night, and hours to kill before bedtime. What did she do, growing up without good cable or the Internet?
Then it came to her - she remembered playing games like cops and robbers with her sisters and cousins. Her aunt used to babysit them, and sometimes they even tied their aunt up as part of the games. Really, though, most of the time as the youngest girl, she was the one that got tied up the most. Often times, right along with her aunt. In a way, she liked it. Her nephews now were 12 and 13 respectively, so they weren't too young to play.
Ah, what the hell, she thought, and said, "Well, we used to play pretend games, for one thing."
"Like what?"
"Like games where you pretend to be robbers or something. You use something to tie me up with," she replied.
"You mean tie you up with rope, like you see on TV sometimes?"
"Exactly like that. My aunt would play games like that - sometimes we would tie her up just to see if she could get free," she answered.
"That sounds like fun," said the other boy.
"It can be," she said. "Why don't you two go find some rope if you want to try it. Unless there's another game you want to play?"
"No, let's play that."
"Yeah, we'll tie you up. I always wanted to try that," said the other boy.
"Okay, then. Go find some rope and I'll wait here," she said.
The two ran off while she grabbed a DVD and put it into the player. It was a sappy adventure romance damsel-in-distress movie that she always wanted to see but never made the time. The way she saw it, the boys could tie her up while she watched the movie, and they could all be busy. The time would go by real fast, maybe even until bed time.
Just as she pressed 'Play', one of the boys came back, carrying a couple jumpropes. One was white with wood handles, and the other was purple, with matching plastic handles. At least they were both real rope and not made of plastic.
"Is that all you could find?"
"In my room. My brother's checking the garage."
"Well, they should work fine. Why don't you grab a chair in the kitchen and bring it in here by the TV."
As he headed off, the other arrived, dropping a huge coil of rope onto the floor. It made the jumpropes look tiny in comparison.
"Wow, that's a lot of rope!"
"It was in the garage. There's more if we need it out there."
"I'm sure that will be more than enough," she replied, thinking to herself that she was in for quite a little cops and robbers game. Well, probably not that good because they had never tied anyone up before, but time would go by fast. And, at least she should be able to get herself free pretty easily if she had to.
Just then, the other boy arrived with the kitchen chair in hand.
"In front of the TV," she said, pointing to the spot.
It was a wooden chair with slats running across the back, and crossmembers across the legs in the front and back. She wondered if it was the same one she sat in earlier to surf the Internet, but cast the thought aside. It didn't really matter - it was an excellent chair to get tied up on and to.
She sat down in view of the TV and her movie. The boys just looked at her, waiting for her to tell them what to do next.
"Okay, so you're the robbers and you got me! Why don't you start with my feet. You can use one of the jumpropes to tie my ankles together."
"I'll go first," said the younger of the two boys. Taking one of the jumpropes, he wrapped it around her ankles and tied a knot when he was done. When she shook her legs, the ropes fell right off.
"Hey," the boy said, "What happened? I tied them, I know I did."
"It's okay. You can try again," she said. She wanted to laugh a little, because she remembered the first time she tried to tie up her sister, and how hopeless she was.
Try he did, and with help from his older brother, he finally tied them again.
"All done again?" she asked.
"I don't think you'll get out so easy this time," the older boy said.
"Well, it's definitely tighter this time," she said. She shook her fet a little, then kicked in small movements up and down, until her legs kicked free again.
Both boys looked depressed.
"Go on and try again," she said, putting her ankles back together for them to tie.
"You are not getting out this time," the younger boy said.
"I hope not," she replied slyly.
Both boys went back to work tying her ankles together. She felt them wrap the rope even tighter this time, and when they tied the knots, the whole thing got even tighter. Looking down, she discovered that they had figured out how to cinch the rope wrapped around her ankles.
"How about now?" the boy asked.
She kicked and shook her legs again, but this time to rope held firm.
"I think you got me now," she said. "I guess you want to tie my hands now?"
"My turn," said the older boy. She put her wrists together in front for him to tie, but the boy had another idea.
"Can you put your hands behind you instead?"
"I guess so," she replied. "If that's what you want."
She grinned a little, mainly because she felt more tied-up and helpless with her hands behind her, but didn't want to try and explain that to her nephews. One thing was pretty clear - they were catching on quickly.
Behind the chair they went, with her armpits just clearing the top part of the back of the chair. The boy started tying, but at first couldn't decide whether he wanted her wrists together or crossed.
He wrapped and tied them, finishing with a rather loose knot. Once he said he was done, she pulled her hands free in a couple seconds.
"Awww," he said, barely above a whisper.
"You can try again, it's okay - that's part of the game."
"Why do I feel like I'm losing?" the boy said, almost defeated.
"We're not done playing yet," she replied, placing her hands behind the chair again.
"Come on robber, tie me up," she said.
Once again she felt him wrapping the rope around her wrists, but this time, he held them together and crossed, wrapping the rope from top to bottom and then side to side. After a few turns, she felt the rope tighten, and then again after a few more.
He must have been tying knots every once and a while, until he finally finished with the last one. It was really quite tight - a lot tighter than his previous attempt.
"How's that?"
She pulled at the ropes as much as the bonds would let her. Unlike before, she couldn't easily wriggle her hands free. After a long moment, she said, "Okay, snug. I think you did a good job this time."
"Can you get free?"
"I don't think so," she said.
"Yes!" he said, making a punching motion with his hand.
"Let's tie her up some more," the boy said next. Tina got a little excited when she heard those words, but kept it to herself. Instead she closed her eyes for just a moment, feeling the ropes against her wrists and ankles. It had been a long time since she was bound, and even though it was her nephews this time, the ropes were tight and held firm.
At this moment, her movie splashed a very interesting scene on the TV screen: a woman sitting on the floor against a post, with her hands tied behind her around the post and ropes wrapped all around her upper body, waist and knees. In addition to her bonds, she was also gagged with a red bandanna. While Tina missed the scene altogether, both boys stared at it.
"We should gag her too," said the older boy. Needless to say, that comment got her attention.
"Wow, you two are learning pretty fast here. You tie my hands and feet and the next thing I know you're talking about gagging me."
Only one of the boys was still in the room at that point, but he didn't hesitate to answer.
"I thought that's what robbers are supposed to do?"
"Well, it is," she said. "Of course that means tying me up more and even gagging me, I guess." She twisted her wrists back and forth for just a moment, shook her tied ankles, and then said,"I'm just surprised at how fast you're learning. I'm tied up pretty good already."
Just then the other boy returned, holding a bandanna and a dark red necktie. She knew what they were for, and didn't even bother to comment.
"So, what are you two going to do next," she asked.
"It's my turn next, so I'm going to tie you up some more."
"Why don't we just work together? You start tying her legs, while I gag her. Then we can tie her to the chair some more together," said the other boy.
"Okay," he agreed, and reached down to the pile of ropes for another piece.
The other boy walked around behind her with the bandanna, twirling it from corner to corner, getting it ready to gag her with.
"Boys, just a minute, here." With one boy directly behind her with gag in hand, and the other wrapping more rope around her legs above her knees, she figured this would be her last chance to get a word in for a little while.
"What is it, Tina?" the boy behind her asked. For the first time ever, he used her first name.
Just then the other boy cinched the knot tightly, binding her legs together. He also stood up to listen to her.
"Before you gag me, I just wanted to say a couple things."
"Okay," both boys said in unison.
"First off, could one of you scratch my nose? It itches."
The boy standing in front reached his fingers up to her nose and scratched lightly. After a couple seconds, she pulled her nose away.
"Much better," she said. "And could I have some water? If you tie someone up like this, you also have to take care of them too."
A couple moments later, the other boy returned with a glass of ice water. Just as he approached her, a loud clap of thunder shook the house, as rain continued to pour down outside.
"Wow, that was loud! Hold the glass up to my mouth so I can drink some."
The boy did as she asked and she took a series of short sips from the glass, finishing half of in in just a few seconds. Seemed like everytime she got tied up like this, she always got thirsty and her nose always itched!
"Thank you! Before you two finish up, you have to promise me that you won't leave me tied up too long, okay?"
"We promise."
"No more than an hour tops, and preferably even less than that, okay?"
"Okay. Can we tie you up again after?"
"Maybe," she answered. "Let's see how this goes first. If it's not too late, just maybe you can. Oh, and one more thing."
"What?"
"If we lose power, you have to untie me right away, no excuses, got it?"
"Sure," said the boy standing behind her, "We got it."
At this point, the boy that tied her knees was straightening out a long piece of rope just off to the side. Preoccupied with what he was doing, she didn't notice the other boy until the bandanna was slipped over her head and pulled tightly around her mouth.
Instintively she opened her mouth while the bandanna parted her lips a bit more as he tied it off behind her. A good old-fashioned bandanna cleave gag she thought. How classic was this?
Next thing she knew, both boys were wrapping a long piece of rope around her, over and above her breasts, around her waist, and even around her lap, securing her whole body to the chair. The ropes weren't exactly all lined up neatly, but there were a lot of them and they were tight.
Every wrap around her tied her tighter to the chair and made her feel more helplessly bound. By the time the two boys were done, she was as tied up as she's ever been. Finishing her off with a huge knot just to the side of her left breast, the two boys stepped back to look at their work.
"What do you think?" one boy said to the other.
"I think she's pretty tied up."
Aunt Tina felt a little like she was on display, as the boys walked around her for just a moment. Bound and gagged so tightly and thoroughly to the chair, she found it hard to believe that she was the first person they had tied up.
She tried to pull her wrists free, but no amount of twisting of her wrists could find any weakness in the many knots that held them together. The same was true for her ankles and legs - nothing would give. She had no idea how long the rope was they used to finish tying her body to the chair with, but it easily wrapped around her at least 10 to 20 times. Pushing her body against it from any direction showed no loose strands or weak spots - at least not yet.
"Wow," she said through the bandanna tied firmly between her teeth, "Good job."
Of course, the words were muffled through the gag, but the boys understood her.
"No way you're getting out of that," said the older boy.
"Maybe," she said, filtered through the gag.
The other boy chimed in, "I doubt it. I know we tied you up good."
"You said to give you an hour, so how about this. If you can get free, you pick the next game. Any thing at all. But if you can't, we get to tie you up again."
She thought for a second, "Boys will be boys, especially with ropes and bandannas!" These two were just as bad as her brothers, if not worse!
She nodded her acceptance of their offer and submissively murumphed a "Yes" through the bandanna.
"Only one thing before we start counting," said the older boy, the one that gagged her earlier. She looked at him curiously for a moment, as he walked around behind her.
"You can talk way too easliy right now. I need to gag you better than that."
Moments later, he had removed the bandanna, balled it up, and stuffed it back into her mouth. Using the necktie, he wrapped it twice across the bandanna and her mouth, tying it off and squeezing it into her mouth and making a very effective gag in the process.
"Aww geeze," she tried to say after he tied it off, but only two muted grunts came out.
"Wow, that gag works a lot better," said the older boy. She nodded in agreement, feeling the bandanna firmly packed into her mouth.
"Okay, you have one hour to get free," said the younger boy.
"Yes, one hour," confirmed the other.
If she felt like she was on display before, there was no question of it now. Both boys stared at her for a few moments, until they realized that she wasn't going to just pull her hands free like earlier. Wasn't going to kick her feet free, or spit the gag out.
Since it was a contest, she tried to escape. Wriggled her hands and wrists, tried to locate knots with her fingertips, and even rocked the chair in an effort to loosen the ropes wrapped around her. All she could think the whole time was how well these two tied her up. Their first time, and she was tied up as tightly and thoroughly as she ever had been.
"I told you we tied her up good," said one boy to the other.
"Think it's safe to grab something to eat?" asked the other.
"I don't think she's going anywhere."
She nodded her head back and forth, making soft "unh, unhh" noises.
He looked down at his phone - his little stopwatch application indicated that 15 minutes had already passed.
"Only 45 minutes to go, Tina," said the boy. "Were going to the kitchen for a few minutes. Don't go away now!"
"Hahaha," she thought, nothing like a little bondage humor to lighten things up a little.
After 15 minutes or so of struggling against her bonds, she was bushed already. It was clear to her that she wasn't - like her nephew said - "going anywhere." Instead, her focus fell back on the movie playing directly in front of her. She had already missed the first half or so, and had no idea what was going on.
It was a typical action adventure movie made for DVD, with guys with wet hair and guns chasing each other. Then suddenly the TV showed a scene that really caught her attention: a woman bound and gagged a lot like herself. Instead of a chair, she was tied sitting on the ground to a pole, but there were ropes wrapped all around her upper body and legs, just like she had been tied.
"Damn," she thought, "The boys must have seen this too!" She realized at that moment that she had inadvertently taught the boys how to tie her up so well. And in a half-hour or less, they were going to do it again if she couldn't get free. But how?
She was definitly more helplessly tied up than she expected. That feeling of being tied up and helpless, yet safe at the same time. Pressing against the ropes holding her to the chair, she took a moment to actually feel the ropes, and own each wrap pressing against her. When she was younger, she would often shrug her shoulders when tied like this, to try and force the ropes up and over her shoulders. Only shrugging didn't give her any results, mainly because the boys had wrapped the ropes around and between the chair's slats.
Another trick she tried was to reach her wrists around and pull down the ropes wrapped around her lower body. Only with her wrists crossed and pinned to the back of the chair, there wasn't anything to reach for but air.
The more she thought about it, she realized how well she was actually tied. Beginner's luck or not, the ropes held firm but were not too tight. The gag was very effective, and the whole experience really emphasized how helpless being "really tied-up" made her feel. After all, there was nothing to do now but enjoy the ride. And that included letting them both tie her again once the timer ran out.
She started to wonder how they might tie her next. As thorough as they were tying her to the chair, if they applied their newfound knowledge to hogtying her, she could never get free. Then what? Another lost bet, another tie-up? Just what did she start with her TUGs game?
She watched her movie some more, realizing that the boys were watching her from the door. The damsel had just got rescued!
"Five minutes left," one of them called out.
"We won this one," said the other.
She decided to give one last try, but only had the energy for a couple moments of real struggling. Before she knew it, the five minutes were up, and so was her chance of winning.
The older boy untied the necktie gag and pulled the bandanna from her mouth.
As he did, he said. "We won, Tina."
The other boy said. "You know what that means?"
"Whew, that's much better. You can untie me anytime now," she said, wriggling her hands for effect. She continued, "I know, I know, I lost and you two get to tie me up again."
The boys started untying her, but with all the ropes and knots they used, it took even longer to untie her than it did to tie her up.
"I guess you two liked my movie, huh?"
They both paused from removing the ropes for a second, both looking at each other silently. Finally she broke the awkward silence, "It's okay - I didn't know anyonne was going to get tied up in it, but I think you both learned something from it."
"Well, kinda," said the older boy.
"Yeah," answered the other.
Finally, she was mostly free, except for her wrists. They were stuck on trying to undo one of the many knots they tied them with - it would not budge.
Hearing the fuss and feeling all the tugging on her wrists, she said, "What's taking so long you two, I have to go to the bathroom?"
"Umm, we're almost done. We just can't untie this one knot."
"Can't untie it? You have too. You can't just leave my hands tied like this."
"I can get a knife and cut it," he replied.
"Well, I don't want to ruin your jumprope just yet. Help me out of the chair."
With their help she stood up and pulled her hands still crossed and bound together over the back of the chair. She walked into the kitchen with the boys trailing behind her.
"Somebody turn on the sink - I need to get these ropes wet with some warm water."
"What's that going to do?"
"It should loosen the fibers and make it easier to untie the knot, I'm hoping."
After backing up to the sink and swinging her hands over and under the water, moments later, her wrists, hands, and the ropes tied around them were soaking wet. The boys managed to finally work the last couple of knots loose, and her hands were finally free.
"Ahh, much better!" she said, rubbing her wrists in the process. They had small red marks on them from the tight ropes.
After returning from the bathroom, she heard the front door open. The boys were already in motion, picking up the ropes and stuff they used to gag her with and running into their rooms. Her sister finally made it home.
"Hey Mom!" one of the boys said loudly.
"You made it," said the other.
Tina finally made it to the door to greet her sister with a hug. She was all wet and weary from driving in the storm.
"Had to grab a rental and drive home - all the flights were cancelled and no way was I going to sit in the airport all day and night," her sister said.
"Cable and Internet are out, but the rain calmed down in the last hour," Tina said.
"Well, it's late for me. I want to take a hot bath and get to bed. You might as well stay in the guest room tonight, the roads are nasty and some are even flooded."
"Thanks, I'll do that. Since we hadn't heard from you, I planned to anyways," Tina said. She realized that just behind her sister in the other room the chair she was tied to was still sitting in front of the TV.
"So what did you do with the boys with no cable oe Internet? They musta been difficult to handle at best," she said, continuing with, "But they look like they had a lot of fun."
"Oh, we just played some games," Tina said, not sure if she should elaborate or not. It had been many years sinse she played tie-up games with her sister.
"Well, after my bath you can tell me all about it if you want." Her sister headed off into the kitchen to take the shortcut to her bedroom and private bath.
Tina waited for her to leave the room before grabbing the chair and heading into the kitchen with it. Just as she approached the doorway to the kitchen, she found herself face to face with her sister. In her hands was the still soaking wet jumprope.
"I found this by the sink," she said. "What were you doing with this? Playing jumprope in the rain?
Just then, staring at the kitchen chair still in Tina's grasp, and the wet jumprope in her own, her sister's face lit up.
"They tied you up, didn't they?"
With the marks on her wrists still displaying the hard evidence, all she could do was agree.
"I knew it! Jumprope and a chair out in the middle of the living room. That's how you killed the time," her sister said.
Tina pushed past her sister and put the chair back in the kitchen. As she set it down by the table, she answered, "Over two hours."
To be continued...
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

### Re: Beginner's Luck

Post by kctickler » Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:14 pm

Great story so far
Love the detail - can't wait to read more!
Hopefully the boys will have some fun with Tina next time she's bound & helpless to stop them

### Re: Beginner's Luck

Post by markusthe1st » Fri Jun 08, 2012 7:24 am

Thanks, glad you like it. Well, it's a stormy night, her old tug buddy made it home, and she's just created two tugs "monsters" - I wonder what will happen next?
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

### Re: Beginner's Luck

Post by John Kennon Smith » Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:37 am

What a great, great story! Please update this story!!

### Re: Beginner's Luck

Post by LordNelson » Sun Oct 06, 2013 3:13 pm

Great story. I think all of us have an aunt (or an uncle) that we would like to play a tie up game or two with.

### Re: Beginner's Luck

Post by markusthe1st » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:41 am

I have to agree - or a babysitter, neighbor, of family friend
Aunt Mary, you could always be on both sides of the "chair"!
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Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

### Re: Beginner's Luck

Post by markusthe1st » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:47 am

Ha! What, no "seatbelt extensions" for you?
Just kidding, of course.
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!