gaggednbarefoot wrote:Where is Praetirian's story posted. I have not read it so any similarity is entirely coincidental. there's probably a limited number of ways to write a tie up story.
It remains one of my favorites, which is why I like yours so much. Hopefully you can see the resemblance. I've not seen it posted anywhere since BindHer.com went dark. Here it is, in its entirety(spread over multiple posts):
Aunt Judy
by Praetorian
I am going to date myself with these comments but I think its important to understand how things differ. I dare say that today not near as many kids play games that result in babysitters, sisters, or neighborhood girls getting tied up as when I was a young boy. That's not to say that there aren't as many boys, and perhaps some girls, out there who still find themselves strangely attracted to the sight of a pretty actress bound and gagged on TV or in the movies. They just don't play games the way we did. Plus when I was growing up no one had ever heard of feminism or political correctness.
Today you tie the wrong girl up and parents may no longer dismiss it as kids being kids. You may not only get a visit from the police but from her parents lawyer as well. When I was a kid there were no video games, computers, movie videos, CD's, stereo, or cable TV. Hell, you were lucky if you had a TV and luckier still if it got three channels. Oh yes, TV's were black & white, color TV was still a number of years away. Also, there weren't dozens of sports programs for kids like soccer, baseball, and football. Even if there had been there wouldn't have been any for girls like there are today. High schools didn't have student parking lots because no high school kid had access to a car they could drive to school and leave parked there all day. Am I saying all those things are bad and we had it better when I was young? No, I'm pointing out that we didn't have dozens of electronic push button ways to entertain ourselves and we weren't involved in multiple school and outside activities that kept us running all the time. If we wanted to play we had to get to know the other kids in the neighborhood, we had to learn to play together, and we had to use our imagination to make up games or variations to games. Girls and boys played games together because we often didn't have enough boys and girls that each could play together and exclude the other sex. Also, in my part of the country summers were hot and air conditioning consisted of a single evaporative fan that some referred to as a swamp box (look it up), mounted in a window where it could cover the most lived in area of the house, so playing outside was the preferred option. We played games like hide-and-go seek, flies & grounders (baseball for 3 or 4 people), kick the can, tag, capture, cops & robbers, cowboys & Indians, washers (poor man's horse shoes) and war. It seems that every boy had several cap pistols or back then so we were well prepared to shoot things up in games of cops & robbers, cowboys & Indians, and playing a war. Coming up with situations or making up stories to act out in games of cops & robbers or cowboys & Indians was easy because there were a lot of western movies and the serials that played in the theaters were always based on the good guy verses the bad guys and the good guys always had a young woman who needed rescuing several times before the bad guys were finally captured. So, it was not usual to play these games and have the girl or girls get captured and tied up. These games were played in every neighborhood. I'm sure many a girl was tied up on more then one occasion and never thought twice about it because it was just part of the game and not out of the ordinary. I'm equally sure that many a young boy who didn't have any real interest in seeing girls tied up eagerly tied these girls up because it was just part of the game.
Anyway, one of the reasons I digressed into how things were was set the scene for what happened between my Aunt Judy and I. Aunt Judy was my mom's youngest sister. In fact Aunt Judy was the baby of her family. She was a 11 years younger then my mom. My mom had helped raise Aunt Judy more like a mother then an older sister. This may be why they were so close despite the difference in their ages. When Aunt Judy turned 19 she came to stay with us while she looked for a job in the city. Mom's parents had been farmers. In the early fifties rural towns were pretty much just that.
No interstate highways connecting everything and no real industry or business other then farming. So, if you stayed in a small rural town you either got a job working in one of the few stores in town or married a local and pretty much did what your parents had done or both. Since most families had about four to seven kids there were more kids coming out of high school then theses towns could support with jobs. The alternative was to go to the big city and look for work, which is what my Aunt Judy was doing. After high school she had attended a business school for six months. Actually for women in the early fifties business schools translated into secretarial school where they not only taught you how to type, take short hand, file, etc., but how to dress, sit, and act proper in an office.
My Aunt Judy was somewhat independent and wanted to be on her own for a while before settling down. I had just turned nine at the time Aunt Judy came to live with us while she looked for work. I instantly became the envy of all the boys in the neighborhood. Aunt Judy was very pretty, had a very good figure and we all had a huge crush on her. One of the things I do miss about the early fifties is that people dressed up. Today everyone makes fun of the old Donna Reed show and Mrs. Cleaver in Leave It To Beaver because they were always working around the house in dresses and heels. That's just the way it was back then. Casual was something you worked in the yard in. People wouldn't dare have gone to church then dresses the way some people dress today. Look at old films of men at baseball games. They are all wearing suits and hats. No one goes to a baseball game today dressed in a suit. Women didn't go out without dressing up. Also, when men and women came home they didn't jump immediately into more casual cloths. They often kept on what they were wearing. So, when Aunt Judy would come home for job hunting she might kick off her heels but wouldn't necessarily change cloths. Still digressing, the other thing I liked about the early fifties was that some idiot hadn't yet felt the need to invent seamless stockings, much less pantyhose, so women still wore the old full fashioned seamed stockings. Its my personal opnion but I think these stockings just looked sexy. I often think about what it would be like to walk around today and see all the women dressed and wearing full fashioned seamed stockings.
Anyway, dad was a long haul truck driver back then and was out on the road a lot. Often, when he would be near by and a new driver was to take the truck or he was just passing close by mom would drive out to pick him up or meet him. This usually meant that I got to go with her. Back then a long drive for a nine year old was just that, a long drive. Remember, no real form of entertainment other then looking out the window. On one of those occasions since Aunt Judy was staying with us I got to stay home when mom went to pick dad up. Round trip she was going to be gone four maybe five hours. Aunt Judy had gotten home around 3:30pm from her last interview. As usual Judy had just kicked her shoes off and remained dressed as she had been for her interview. She was wearing a one piece solid blue dress that showed off her figure very well, had a belt around the waist, and a tailored skirt that was knee length and toupe colored stockings. We ate an early diner and mom left about 5:00pm. Now, I need to point out here that although I had some fantasies about what Aunt Judy would look like tire up I never in my wildest imagination thought it would happen. I was in my room playing by myself with the box full of army men I had collected (early fifties for action figures). I don't know if Aunt Judy was bored or thought since she was watching me for the evening that she needed to entertain me but she stuck her head in my door and asked it I wanted to play a game or anything. Thinking she had a game in mind I said, "sure". (Remember I wasn't even thinking about trying to find some way to tie her up.) I asked her what she wanted to play, figuring that se wanted to play cards or something. She said she didn't know and asked what kind of games I usually played. I said we usually played tag, kick the can, hide-and-go-seek, chase, ball, or cops & robbers. She said those all sounded like outdoor games but what about cops & robbers it sounded like something we could play inside. She then asked how to play. I told her there wasn't any one way to play. We would make up some story that had something to do with cops & robbers then act it out. Aunt Judy then said "well lets see what kind of story we can make up". Now, as I said, I had never thought of trying to devise a way to tie Aunt Judy up. But, I was not totally unprepared when it came to thinking up ideas for cops & robbers or cowboys & Indians that resulted in the neighbor girls getting tied up. So, I calmed my nerves and said that I could be a robber. I had been watching the neighborhood trying to decide which houses to rob. Aunt Judy, bless her heart, said "OK, what do I do?" I said that we could pretend that her husband had to go out of town on business, you know like my dad is gone a lot. Knowing her husband is gone and seeing her leave for the store one afternoon I decide to go ahead and break in since I know no one is home. Aunt Judy, jumped in with, "OK, I pretend to leave and you break in, then what?" I said, "well you get to the store and realize that you forgot your purse and turn around and come back home to get it". She then says, "And, I catch you here robbing the house". I said, "yes, then we just play it out from there". Aunt Judy, says, "you mean, make the rest of the story up as we go"? I think I said something like "sort of". Of course I knew how my version of the story ended.
Aunt Judy says, "so, I'm going to go outside and wait a few minutes then pretend to come back home". I said, "yes, but remember you don't suspect anything is wrong." Much to my delight Aunt Judy slipped her heels back on to walk out side. She waited a few minutes then came back into the house just like nothing was wrong. She was even mumbling to herself about being stupid and not remembering she had changed purses. She was headed toward her bed room when she rounded the corner and there I was. I had put the standard bandana mask over my face and had one of my very real looking cap pistols. I had a set of cap pistols that actually looked like real guns. They actually held six bullets in a cylinder that revolved to fire. The bullets had brass casings that a round cap went into and then a metal bullet went into the casing. The bullet couldn't really come out of the casing. The cap was fired by chocking the hammer and pulling the trigger, driving the casing against the bullet. Six shots and you reloaded. Looking straight on to the pistol it looked like a .38 with hollow point bullets. Something like that could get you in real trouble today. Anyway the gun looked very real. Aunt Judy came to a sudden stop, gasped, and said "who are you? What are you doing here?". I held the gun up, chocked the hammer and said, "I'm a robber and what I'm doing here is robbing your house. And, I want you to stay still, stay quite, and I want have to hurt you".
Oh, well it sounded like something I remembered from a movie. Aunt Judy said, "I can't believe this is happening. Why don't you just leave while you can". With that she actually took a step toward me. I raised the gun up level with her face and repeated "I said, still and quite. You aren't even suppose to be here. Why are you back so soon?" Aunt Judy said, "I forgot my purse". I said, "I think I found that already". Again Aunt Judy made a move toward me saying "you give that back". Keeping the gun raised I took a step back and said "don't make me hurt you lady. You do as your told and you husband will still have a wife to come home to." I was actually pretty proud of that line. Aunt Judy said "OK, I'll do what you say. Just get what you want and get out of here". I said "your finally getting smart. Now, put your hands up, turn around and walk to the kitchen". Aunt Judy did as instructed. I was now getting to the part where I was having to swallow hard and control how nervous I was getting. I pulled out a kitchen chair and said "sit down". Aunt Judy did as instructed. While she had been outside I had quickly stashed some rope in a kitchen cabinet just incase I got this far. Aunt Judy was facing the opposite way and couldn't see the cabinet as I opened it and pulled out a length of rope. She was sitting in the chair with her arms still raised.
Standing behind her I said "put your hands behind the chair". With that Aunt Judy lowered her hands and did a half turn in the chair and said "your not going to tie me up are you?" Now she had been doing such a good job of role playing up to this point that I didn't know if this was a real question or not. So, I calmed myself and said "I can't keep an eye on you and search through the house at the same time so I need to make sure you stay put". Aunt Judy , still looking back at me said, "I'll behave, honest. You don't need to tie me up". I said, "I believe you lady, but not enough to bet 10-20 years of my life in prison on. Now turn around and put your hands behind the chair". At this point you need to understand that I think my heart had stopped beating ten minutes ago, my stomach was upside down some where down around knee level, I wasn't sure I was breathing anymore, and fully expected the game to end. Then it happened. My beautiful 19 year old Aunt Judy, that I had such a major crush on, turned around in the chair and put her hands behind it saying "OK, but please don't hurt me or anything". Even though I was on the verge of fainting I managed to say "I told you lady, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to finish up and get out of here and I don't want to have to worry about you while I'm at it. You do as your told and the worse thing that happens is you're a little uncomfortable for a while." Our kitchen chairs had narrow back so her wrists could actually meet behind the chair. Trying to control my nerves and keep form visibly shaking I crossed her wrists and began tying them together. I made alternating diagonal loops around her crossed wrists and then put a couple of cinching loops between her wrists to snug up the ropes cris crossing her wrists. I still had a few feet of rope left so I circled this around the chair, her waist, and her bound wrists several times before tying it off. I guess technically I could have quit right then but I picked up another length of rope and looped it around her upper arms and the chair back top. I tied the rope with about three turns going below her breasts and a couple above her breasts before tying it off.
Aunt Judy was now pretty well tied to the chair. She twisted a little bit and said, "well I guess you don't have to worry about me causing any trouble". As I was picking up two shorter lengths of rope I just said, "I told you to keep quiet". I then walked around in front of her, kneeled down, placed her ankles together, and began tying them. I know I must have been flushed totally red at this point. It felt like my temperature had shot up somewhere over a 110 degrees. Here I was looking dead on at her high heels and actually touching her nylon encased legs as I rapped the rope around her ankles. I pulled a couple of turns between her ankles to cinch the ropes around her ankles snug. OK, here came the big moment. The hem line of her dress was just barley above her knees. I took the last length of rope and began rapping it around her legs just barley above her knees and right at her hem line. I was jell-o inside and had to look every bit as nervous and excited as I was. After wrapping the rope several turns around her knees I was now faced with the question of cinching it snug or just tying it off. I cinched it. Poking the rope between her legs above her knees was heaven. The smooth feel of the nylon between her legs held close together by the ropes was almost more then I could stand. I somehow managed to tie it off without hyperventilating. At this point I didn't know what to do. I couldn't stand up because even at the age of nine I still had the biggest hard-on of my life and it was impossible to hide. I somehow managed to quickly scoot and stand at the same time so I was behind the chair when I finally straightened up. I adjusted myself as best I could so the bulge in my pants wasn't quite so obvious. I picked up my cap pistol and said, "now just sit there, be quite, and I'll be out of here real quick". I quickly walked past Aunt Judy and headed back toward the bedroom. After I calmed down a little, a little, hell, a lot, I walked past where I could see the kitchen. Judy was testing her bonds to see if she could get loose. I finally moved to parts of the house where I could get more and better glimpses of Aunt Judy tied to the chair. She was sitting still now. It was like she realized she wasn't going to get lose and gave up trying. After about thirty minutes I returned to the kitchen. I had taken a pillow case off of my pillow and put some things in it to look like loot from the house. I said, "see that wasn't so bad now was it. I'll be leaving and your OK." With that Aunt Judy said, "your not going to leave me here tied up like this are you?" As I opened up my pillow case I said, "no, not exactly like this", as I pulled out some handkerchiefs and one of mom's scarfs. When she saw this Aunt Judy's eyes widened and she said in a fairly loud voice, "your not going to gag me?" I proceeded on with "look lady, I can't have you screaming your head off as soon as I'm out the door. Every house in the neighborhood would be able to hear you.
I might as well untie you and let you call the police before I leave." Aunt Judy said, "no please, I won't make a sound, honest". I said, "well I need to make sure that you don't because like I said earlier I'm not going to bet 10-20 years behind bars on you keeping your word. Besides, it shouldn't be that long before someone finds you". Aunt Judy, said, "no please, my husbands out of town. There won't be anyone to find me." I said, "OK, give me one of your neighbors phone numbers and I will call them as soon as I am well away from here." Aunt Judy still looked at me pleadingly and said, "no, please let me go". I said, "look lady that's the best offer I'm making". I picked up the gun, pointed it at her face, chocked the hammer and said "the other choice is I put a pillow over the barrel to muffle the noise and then you won't have to worry about whither your found or not." With that Aunt Judy quietly said "the next door neighbors number is WH6-3875". I pretended to write it down and put a piece of paper in my pocket. I waded the two handkerchiefs up together and said, "I promise I'll call, you've been good and I have no reason to wish you harm". I moved the handkerchiefs toward her mouth and she actually opened up to let me stuff them into her mouth. I don't know which was the greater turn on, tying her nylon encased legs or stuffing that gag into her mouth. I took the scarf, walked behind her, lowered it down in front of her face and pulled it between her lips forcing the handkerchiefs into her mouth. I tied an overhand know and cinched it tight then secured it with another overhand knot. When I walked around to pick up my bag, which I quickly placed over the front of my jeans to hide the bulge that had once again formed there, I noticed that the scarf was deep into her mouth and her cheeks were bulging around the scarf where it came out of the corners of her mouth. Game or no game, my Aunt Judy was really tied and gagged.
I was surprised that she hadn't questioned why I was really gagging her when a pretend gag (def:an actor pretends to gag an actress by loosely tying a scarf over her mouth and the actress pretends she can't work the gag off and can't make a sound) would have worked. I pretended to leave but just went outside and positioned myself where I could watch her through the window. She struggled some more but again finally gave up and just sat there. I was so engrossed by looking at the vision of her bound and gagged that I almost forgot the time. It had been thirty minutes since I had gone outside. I went around to the front of the house and came in pretending to be the neighbor. I called out "hello, anyone home? I got a call saying I should come over because someone needed help." I knew where Aunt Judy was and was listening but could barley here a low hhheeeeemmmmmpph. I was really surprised at how throughly I had gagged her. I finally walked into the kitchen and with a "Oh my God! What has happened here?" I ran over to Aunt Judy. However, unlike in the movies where the first thing the good guys do when rescuing the girl is pull the loosely tied scarf down off their mouth I instead began untying the ropes around her arms. I then untied the ropes around her waist and wrists. I then began untying the rope around her knees. Aunt Judy didn't immediately untie her gag but instead rubbed her wrists a little then finally reached up to untie her gag. By now I was working on untying her ankles. I saw Aunt Judy pull the cloth from between her lips and then work the two handkerchiefs out of her mouth. She wadded everything up together and laid them on the table as I removed the rope from her ankles. I waited for a reaction. Instead Aunt Judy said, "thank God you found me. I was afraid I wouldn't be found for days". I thought "OK, she's still role playing" So I said, "I got a rather strange call saying someone next door needed help and I needed to get over there. I went to the house on the other side of me first and they didn't know what I was talking about. I got over here and the door was unlocked and slightly open so I came in." Judy said, "well it's a good thing you did. I've been robbed."