Wendy knew she was being watched. She sat on the couch reading her book and what the boys behind her didn’t know was that their reflection could be seen on the front of the TV. She had put them to bed half an hour ago as their parents had instructed her to do but they were still awake. They had slipped out of the bedroom and were trying to sneak past her to get into the kitchen where a jar of cookies was waiting to be raided.
Wendy knew it was her own fault for having given them an extra two cookies each after feeding them their supper. Now they were on a sugar high that would probably last another hour. The parents weren’t expected home until much later so she wasn’t worried about the boys still being up when they got home. Her problem was what to do with them until they crashed.
She had just reached the best part of the book where the heroine is captured by the villain and tied up. She is held at his mercy, bound and gagged, struggling to get free. The thought of being tied up like that excited her, she wanted so much to be a helpless damsel in distress. Suddenly she had an idea.
‘Hey you two, get out here’ she said as she stood and turned to face them. There was no response. ‘I know that you’re not in bed’ she snapped ‘show yourselves. NOW!’ Billy came out from his hiding place behind the right curtain and Blaine from the left. They were ten year old twins but looked nothing alike. Blaine had a square jawed face and an athletic build. Billy was slightly shorter, slimmer and had a girlish-face. Both were big for their age and had a troublesome talent for doing what they were told not to.
‘I have an offer for you’ proposed Wendy ‘if you play my game you can have one more cookie and stay up another hour. Are you interested?’
Both boys, being hyper on sugar, bounced towards her. A cookie and a game, that’s a no brainer, they agreed to play.
‘Go to your room and come back as warriors or soldiers or whatever, I need you to be tough and mean.’
In less than five minutes she was facing a Ninja warrior and vampire. Both were in the Halloween costumes that they had worn just a few days ago.
‘Great’ she said ‘this is what we are going to do. I am going to be the world’s greatest cookie maker and I am making a new chocolate chip cookie that is going to be the best ever. You want to eat some but you have to deal with me first.’
‘I’m going to be in the kitchen. Get what you need and come there to tie me up. You have to do a good job if you want to get the cookies.’
Wendy went to the kitchen and got ready for her attackers. She hid the remaining cookies leaving one each in the jar so that they wouldn’t devour all of them while she was incapacitated. Then she set the timer on the oven so that they wouldn’t forget to untie her before their mom and dad got home. She put on an apron to play the part of cook.
‘Okay boys, I’m ready.’
They burst into the room, Billy with a Ninja sword and Blaine with toy pistol (in Blaine’s young imagination vampires carry firearms). They were each carrying a collection of belts, scarves and other assorted rope-like household items. Wendy put up her hands in surrender. They made her sit on a chair and tied her up. It was terrible, the bonds were sloppy and loose and Wendy was disappointed. There was only one thing to be done.
Wendy wiggled free before they could get to the jar. ‘You’re going to have to do better than that’ she declared ‘let me show you.’
She taught them how to do a proper tie demonstrating on her ankles. She showed them how to loop and cinch and tie a proper knot. Then she sat in the chair again and directed them. They tied her wrists together behind her and her elbows to the back of the chair. They tied her ankles, above her knees and below her knees.
A pair of bathrobe belts were long enough to go around her body and the chair, one above her breasts and one below. She could see the amused smiles on the boys as the thin fabric of her blouse stretched tight over her boobs.
They were ready to claim their treasure from the cookie jar when Wendy told them to halt. ‘A damsel in distress is a girl who is totally helpless’ she told them ‘am I totally helpless?’
They looked at her with clueless faces. The concept of a DiD was beyond their limited ten years of experience.
‘’What am I doing right now?’ she asked taking a different approach. They thought for a minute and both agreed that she was talking to them. ‘If I am talking to you I could also call for help couldn’t I?’ Once again they agreed that she could but they weren’t catching on to what she wanted…she had to spell it out.
‘Billy, I need you to take one of the scarves and roll it up into a ball. Then stuff it into my mouth. Blaine, you take another scarf and tie it between my teeth, tightly, to hold it in. Leave me tied up until the oven timer goes off. In case you get any ideas about keeping me tied up longer forget it. I will kick your asses if you try it and as an added incentive I have hidden the rest of the cookies and you can each have one more once you let me go.’
The boys gagged her and did a good job of it. Wendy struggled and found that her students had indeed been paying attention. All of her bonds were quite secure and she loved it. She wiggled and twisted and mmphed wanting to make the most of it before the timer went off. The boys watched her for a while but once their cookies were eaten and they went to turn on the TV. Obviously they were a little too young to appreciate the sight of a bound and gagged struggling teenage girl.
When the timer finally sounded they untied her, collected their last cookie and trooped off to bed. Wendy went back to her book and massaged the marks on her wrists until mom and dad came home.
‘Any problems?’ asked mom knowing that the boys could be difficult sometimes.
‘None at all’ answered Wendy ‘we had lots of fun…I can’t wait to come back again.’