This is my second story. This story also involves the handcuffs that were seen in my first story, "Handcuffed to the Bed." My memory is a bit sketchy, so I'll admit I'm not quite 100% sure things happened exactly the way I'm going to tell it, but I know the basic story is the same.
Anyway, this story takes place when I was about 7 or so I guess. I was a little older than the first story, I know that much. I lived on a cove with 7 houses. There were a number of kids who lived on the cove. At this time, I was the youngest of those kids.
The kids included (names have been changed):
Joe- about 5 years older than me (he had an older sister, but she was old enough she rarely got involved with any of our games)
Lisa- girl about 6 months older than me
Amanda- Lisa's sister, also about 5 years older
Carl- the oldest of the bunch, he was about 7 years older than me, he had 2 brothers who were much older than us and didn't play with us ever
It might be noted here that I'm an only child.
I was the youngest and had the most overprotective parents, and was rarely allowed to leave the yard, so we usually ended up playing in my yard. One of our favorite games was hide-and-seek, and for some reason the water meter on the side of my house was often used as the "home base," so we ended up hanging around there a lot. The story I'm going to tell had nothing to do with hide-and-seek, but does involve the water meter, as the title probably gave away.
For reasons I don't remember, the handcuffs I had made their way outside with me that day. We were having our usual fun when Carl and Amanda started playfighting. Carl knew I had the handcuffs, and he took them from me. During their playing Carl pulled Amanda to the water meter to try to handcuff her there. She fought against him, but he was older and stronger and didn't have a lot of trouble from what I remember. He put the cuffs on one wrist, pulled the handcuff chain around the metal bar that connected the water meter to the house, and cuffed her other wrist so she was handcuffed to it. Her hands were cuffed in front of her.
I remember her shrieking with laughter(she had a kind of annoying laugh) and struggling and saying "Let me go." Carl said something like "Come on, let's go play over here." So we left her there (we didn't go far, my yard wasn't that big). Amanda was left to struggle against the handcuffs. We were well within shouting distance and she kept calling out for someone to let her go. I forget what it was we were doing. She wasn't mad.
After a few minutes, my next door neighbor (Carl's mom) apparently heard Amanda and saw what was going on. She came out to us and told us to let her go immediately. I had the keys to the handcuff, so I went over to her and ended up letting her go. After that, we ended up doing something else which I don't remember, and which isn't really relevant here anyway.
This is the only time in my life I've ever gotten to rescue a damsel in distress, well, sort of anyway, as you'll see in a minute.. I think this event kind of left a deep impression on me. Most of my fantasies involving bondage and tie-ups for years revolved around a damsel in distress. It wasn't until much later I thought about the possibility of being the victim myself, which is how some of my thoughts go these days, but that's another story. Anyway, I know this affected me because I used to try to get some of my neighbors, Lisa in particular since she was close to my age, a girl, and played with me the most, to play some kind of kidnapping game. We never did have any ropes or anything to do any real binding unfortunately, so we faked it. Lisa was usually the damsel in distress and I would alternate as the villain and then the rescuer. She would usually fake being tied up. I seem to recall one game where Amanda was the evil villainess who held her sister captive and I was the hero who rescued her, but again, nothing was used to really bind her.
I'm not sure why we never used the cuffs again. That would've made the most sense, and would've given me some more stories to write about on here. Unfortunately it never occured to either of us to use them. Ah, missed opportunities...
I have one more story where I was the victim and Lisa ended up being MY heroine rescuer, when Carl and Joe were my captors. After that I guess I'll tell a few of the stories that I wasn't personally involved in, but was a witness to.