Iris was spending the whole day at our house while her parents were away somewhere with her brother. I had been waiting for an opportunity to TUG her all morning but no possibility had arisen. I didn’t think my parents would be understanding or tolerant about me tying up my sisters friends and I knew that my sister would freak out so even though Iris was OK with it I felt it best to keep our activities a secret. I think Iris also knew the problems that it could create so she never told anyone in her family or mine.
It was a real tease when I got a chance to see her at lunch time. She was wearing a tight red long sleeved shirt, a pair of faded jeans and dark blue nylons. She looked good and it seemed like she deliberately stood where I could see her. Several times I was not sure if she had caught me staring at her. I was trying to be inconspicuous but I wanted her so bad. When my sister and her disappeared again after lunch it was actually a relief because not being able to do something with her was driving me crazy.
When supper time came around both of my sisters were in the kitchen helping my mother. I saw an opportunity to flirt a bit with Iris; she was alone in the living room, so I casually made my way in her direction. Before I could say a word she said ‘Terry enjoyed those comics you gave him and wanted me to say thanks’. Terry was her brother and I had given him some old comic books. Now that I was a teenager I had graduated to reading MAD Magazine and was slowly giving away my old comic collection to kids in the neighborhood. In moment of blind optimism a dangerous thought occurred to me; could I TUG her with my family in the house and not get caught. It was a risky idea but I was just stupid enough to try it.
‘I have some more in my room to give him if you want to come get them’ I said. She said okay, stood up and headed towards the stairs (my bedroom is on the second floor). I followed behind her and then paused for a moment; ‘I’ll meet you up there’ I said ‘I have to check something first’. I stuck my head into the kitchen and asked my mom how long until supper was ready (meaning how long before anyone misses me or Iris). She told me about fifteen minutes and I dashed upstairs; there wasn’t a second to waste. Iris was already standing at the comic shelf thumbing through a copy of Spiderman.
I quietly closed the door and reached for the most important item of clothing that I owned. Hanging on a hook on the back of my door hung an old white terry cloth bathrobe. I never wore it and my mother had threatened to throw it out several times but I always talked her out of it. If she had ever taken it down, she would have found the contents of the large pockets rather surprising. This robe was my secret TUG kit. In the pockets were four thin white ropes each about six feet long. One sleeve was hanging by a thread; easily pulled off to act as a wad for a gag. The belt was only through one loop so that it could quickly be removed to tie that wad in.
I glanced at the clock; it was 6:07, I would have to move quickly to make the most of my fifteen minutes. I came up behind her and reached around to take the comic out of her hand. I placed it on the shelf and then took her by the wrist and twisted her arm around behind her. Realizing that this probably wasn’t the brightest thing I had ever done she said ‘You can’t do this now’. ‘I can’ I replied ‘maybe I shouldn’t but I can and I’ve been waiting all day for a chance.’ As I tied her wrists together she smartly said ‘Make sure it’s a knot that you can undo fast’. It was the last thing she said as I stuffed in the wad and tied off the gag. The wad was bigger than I thought and it really filled her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and I hoped that it wasn’t too uncomfortable because it really looked great and I would like to use it again.
I sat her on the bed. Rather than tie her ankles with her feet on the floor I swung her legs up onto the bed. I had seen this on a TV show and it really looked sexy. She fell back onto the pillow and I sat down at her feet. As I wrapped the rope around her nylon clad ankles I looked at her stretched out there on my bed with her arms helpless behind her back. She looked great and as I tied the knot she rolled onto her side; lying on her arms was uncomfortable.
I stood up to appreciate my work. She lay with her back to me. In spite of my haste the ropes on her wrists were neatly wrapped and her hands had turned slightly pink so I knew it was tight enough to hold her. The dark nylons under her jeans made the white ropes on her ankles stand out nicely. One thing that I have always appreciated is a pair of feet in stockings tightly bound together. Seeing them from the bottom was a new perspective and just as attractive. She turned her head to try and see me and I could see that the gag looked even better in profile than it did when I admired it earlier. It was the best work I had ever done and Iris had never looked better.
‘Suppertime’ was the call from the bottom of the stairs. It was my sister. I ran to the door just in case she was coming up to snoop. Opening the door I could see her taking her first step onto the stairs. ‘I’ll be down in a minute’ I said ‘Iris is in the bathroom, I’ll let her know when she comes out’. My heart stopped as she took another step but then she turned and went back to the kitchen.
I quickly untied Iris and without a word, as usual, we exited my room and headed down to supper. As we entered the dining room I noticed Iris pull her sleeve down a little to hide the rope marks. She was not only willing and discrete but she was smart too, what more could a TUGger desire.