Postby K.C. » Tue Aug 17, 2010 7:30 pm
It was early Sunday evening and as I already knew, I had received a call from Anita to go spend some time with her and Sam before her parents came back. It was another chilly day, so I wore a thick blue sweater with some black jeans, a large overcoat to stay warm, and brown work boots.
I had rolled up to the door expecting Sam to answer it, but to my surprise, Anita had greeted me instead. She was wearing a gray long sleeve V-neck shirt and a pair of blue skinny jeans (which had some water marks on them). She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and was wearing glasses. And from the apron she wore over her clothes, I guessed she had probably just been making something in the kitchen.
"Hey, I think this is one of the few times you've actually opened the door for me," I mentioned to her. "But I guess that's a lot easier when you're not covered in ropes."
"Haha, get inside, wise-guy. It's cold outside," she replied.
"What's your brother up to?" I asked, removing my coat and shoes. "And why're your jeans wet?"
"He's playing upstairs with Jack," she replied. "I made them some noodles earlier and accidentally splashed some water while washing up. You want me to make you some?"
"No thanks, I ate before I left."
"Okay, wanna head upstairs to my room?"
"Sure."
She ditched the apron back in the kitchen and we went upstairs. Once we were in Anita's room, she closed the door, removed her glasses, and slipped out of her wet jeans. I figured we were going to fool around for a bit since her brother was preoccupied with Jack and since we had a good amount of time before their parents came back. But, boy, was I wrong.
"Hmm...are you getting excited?" Anita asked, noticing I was staring at her in her panties.
"Hehe, yes ma'am!" I replied, with a huge grin on my face.
"Here, come put this on," Anita instructed, taking out the straitjacket that had been my costume last Halloween.
"How come?" I asked, curiously.
"It'll be a surprise..." she replied coyly.
So, I decided to play along and slipped my arms into the straitjacket. She made sure to buckle me in so that it felt snug and tight and pulled my arms around my body to tie off the sleeves behind my back. Lastly, she pulled the crotch strap under me and secured it to the back of the straitjacket.
"How's that feel?" she asked.
"Umm...I dunno. It's just like last time, I can't get out," I answered.
"Good, now take a seat," she commanded, helping me down to the hardwood floor. "And cross your legs like an Indian."
She then grabbed a length of rope from her secret stash and began to use it to tie my ankles together. She made sure to cinch the rope and tied off the knot at the front of my ankles.
"Now to get back at what you did to me yesterday," she said, waving her fingers naughtily before she began to tickle my feet.
"No, wait, I'm sorry, I'm- haha, no, seriously, hehe, stop, please!" I pleaded, hoping to get some mercy. I struggled hard against the straitjacket, but got absolutely nowhere.
"No way, this is too much fun!" Anita replied, continuing her assault. She even took off my socks to expose my bare soles.
"I can't, hehe, I can't breathe!"
"Now you know how I felt!"
"HEHEHEHE NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE!" I screamed. It was beginning to become too much for me.
"Looks like someone's getting a bit too loud," Anita said, getting up to grab a scarf from her closet. Within moments, she had me cleaved gagged with it.
I spent the next couple of minutes enduring more of the tickle torture as I muffled my laughter into my gag. Even from all the tickling, I couldn't resist the excitement of watching her tickle me in her undies.
"Wow, watching you like this actually makes ME thirsty," Anita commented. "But I can't let my brother see me like this," she continued with a smile. She then went back over to her closet and wiggled herself into a pair of black leggings. "Be right back," she said, pinching my cheek, before heading out of the room.
What happened next I couldn't see, but I could definitely hear what was going on. First, there was a loud thud, as if someone fell on the floor.
"Hey! Oww! Get off me!" Anita yelled out.
"Quick! Get her hands! Hold them there while I tie them," Sam instructed.
"Ugh! Let me go!" Anita insisted.
"All right, move your hands so I can tie the knot in place. There. Lemme go get some more rope to tie her feet," Sam said.
"Okay. (After a couple of seconds) Whoa, she's too heavy, I can't hold her down! Sam!" Jack said.
From here, Anita came rushing back to her room, with Jack on her tail and Sam coming soon thereafter. I had heard everything correctly; Sam and Jack had succeeded in tying Anita's wrists palm-to-palm with each other behind her back, but Jack couldn't keep Anita pinned down.
"I swear, I'll kick you guys," Anita warned.
"I like our chances," Sam taunted. "2-on-1...and your hands are tied."
And kick she did. However, fighting 2-on-1 with your hands tied behind your back is pretty unfair and soon, Sam got ahold of her foot and the two were able to trip her back down to the floor. She was lying on her back with the boys holding each of her legs.
"All right, sharpshooter time," Sam said. They had watched a lot of WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment) and were using a submission move called the sharpshooter, where the wrestler grabs a hold of the opponent's legs, crosses them, and flips them over face down onto the mat, putting pressure on the legs and back to make the opponent tap out. Sam was able to execute this move on his sister, and was able to get her flipped over face down on the floor, while holding onto her ankles to cause strain to her knees and lower back. Typically, you would see wrestlers push up from the floor to relieve some of the pressure, but in this case, since Anita's hands were tied behind her, she didn't have this luxury. And there was nothing I could do either, since Anita had restrained me so well and kept me gagged.
"Sam! I give! Let go, it hurts!" Anita cried out.
"Tap out?" Sam said.
"AHH! YES!"
"Dude, she can't even tap out," Jack commented.
"Oh yeah...you're right," Sam replied, releasing the hold and causing Anita's legs to land back down to the floor. "Do we still have any more ropes, Jack?"
"Yeah."
"All right, sis, we're going to hogtie you. You can either make this easy on yourself and take it or we can make this hard and I put you in another sharpshooter."
"Oww...ok, fine, do whatever," she replied glumly and still in pain.
Using another length of rope, Sam set to work on tying Anita's feet together, making sure to cinch the ropes and tying the knot between her ankles to prevent escape. He then rolled her onto her stomach to tie her ankles and wrists together. Using a short length of rope, he tied one end to her ankle bonds, passed them up through the wrist bonds and used the rope as a lever to pull her feet up close to her hands. He didn't leave much slack; once there was about 3-4 inches in between her hands and feet, he knotted off the other end of the rope inside of the coils of her ankle ropes, leaving her in what looked to be a painful hogtie. I was partially grateful as the only bare soles she could tickle now at this point were her own.
"Ugh...this is really tight, can't you loosen it up a little?" Anita asked of her brother.
"You didn't show much mercy on me yesterday," Sam replied back.
"I know...please can you let me out?" she continued.
"How bout no?" Sam answered, and had gone into her closet to grab a scarf.
"No! No gag, what if I need to- mmmmmmmmmmmph," Anita got out before Sam had cleave gagged her with the scarf. He made sure to knot it off tightly behind her head, pinning her ponytail in the process.
"Don't sweat it, I'll be back to untie you in a little bit," Sam reassured her, patting her on the head.
Sam and Jack then left the room, closing the door behind them.
Anita and I struggled futilely in our restraints; the ropes had been tied well around Anita's wrists and ankles while I made zero progress at getting out of the straitjacket. We also attempted to make conversation through gag speak, but that didn't turn out so well. After a little while, we heard some commotion coming from Sam's room and heard the boys yelling out wrestling moves to each other. It appears they had gone at it for quite a while before Sam yelled out, "Okay! You win! I tap out!"
We spent the next half hour still stuck in our bonds, deciding to stop wasting our energy at trying to get free and just waiting for one of the boys to come untie us. Then, after what seemed to be eternity, Jack had opened the door to the room.
"Hey, I figured you guys might be thirsty," he said, holding some juice boxes in hand. He first bent down to undo the scarf gag from Anita's mouth and gave her a few sips of juice from a straw. Then, he removed my scarf gag and allowed me to drink some juice.
"What's Sam doing?" Anita asked him.
"We were wrestling earlier and I got him to submit to being tied up. I left him hogtied in his room," Jack replied.
"Well, can you untie us at least now? Pleaseeee?" Anita pleaded to Jack.
"Hmm...yeah, I guess it's been long enough," Jack agreed and bent down to start working on the knot keeping Anita's wrists tied behind her. "Wow, I didn't realize we did such a good job on you."
"Yeah, you guys sure know how to tie your knots," Anita commented.
Before Jack could begin to loosen the knot, his cell phone rang.
"Hold up guys, it's my mom," Jack said, heading out of the room. When he came back into the room, he had an anguished look on his face. "Sorry guys, I really have to go. There's an emergency."
"Wait! Don't leave us here like this!" Anita yelled at him.
"I can't, my mom's already outside. I'm really sorry. Plus, your parents'll be back soon." he said, as if that was any consolation. He then hurried out the door and closed the door behind him.
"Jack! Wait, come back!" Anita cried out in frustration, but we heard the front door close downstairs. He wasn't returning.
"Shit! I can't let my mom and dad catch us like this. I'd be in huge trouble," Anita said, panicking. She renewed her efforts to get free, using brute force in an attempt to squeeze her hands and feet out of the ropes.
It was then that I realized how foolish we were at letting Sam and Jack tie us up, since Sam would always come to untie us before their parents came back. But since Sam was tied up in his own room and with Jack having left, we were in left in a tough situation with no one available to untie us. Also, there was the safety and health factor to consider. For safety, even though Sam and Anita lived in a safe neighborhood, one question that came up was: Did Jack remember to lock the door behind him before heading out? As for health, it's obviously never a good idea to leave someone tied up for a long period of time since there could be issues with blood circulation or even discomfort. My own feet were falling asleep from being tied in an awkward position and I had no idea how long Anita and Sam could last in their hogties.
"Stay calm, we can get out of this," I tried to assure her. "Here, try to get my feet untied and I'll try to help you."
With my legs currently tied Indian style, I had no mobility and was very much stuck where I was. Anita, although she was in a hogtie, was more mobile than me and was able to turn herself over onto her side and wiggle herself close to my legs. However, this also presented a problem since with her hands tied so closely to her feet, she had a tough time reaching out with her fingers to loosen the knot. After a couple of minutes, she was able to untie the knot and remove the ropes from around my ankles. It was a real relief to have feeling in my feet again.
"Ok, now what?" Anita asked, with a bit of an impatient tone in her voice. But I didn't have much of an answer for her.
"I wish you'd had chosen ropes instead," I commented, looking down at my predicament. If she had tied me up in ropes, I would have had my hands available to try and untie her. But instead, my hands were completely useless as they were stuck inside the sleeves of the straitjacket. "Think you can get me out of this?"
"I'll try," she said. I laid myself down on the floor with my back facing her hands. I could feel her hands as she tried to find a way to undo the knot of the sleeves. After a couple of minutes, she realized it was hopeless.
"I can't do it. The knot's too big. And I can't reach any of the buckles like this," she lamented.
"Crap, umm...lemme see if I can find you some scissors downstairs," I said.
I stood back up and made my way over to the door. And there's where I ran into another reason why being in a straitjacket sucks. Because Jack had closed the door, I need to turn the door knob to get the door open. But I couldn't do that without my hands.
"Dammit, so much for that," I said, upon realization. "Do you have any scissors in the room?"
Anita looked up at me from the floor and tilted her head towards her desk. "I think I have some in my drawers."
Again, a bit of a problem if you have no hands. I was desperate enough to even kneel down and try to use my teeth on the drawer handle to try and pull it open. Utter fail.
It was pretty cruel. Because Anita had put me in a straitjacket, I was completely unable to help her get loose or find anything that she could use to cut herself free with my hands stuck in the sleeves. Also, with the door closed, I wasn't able to head downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a knife from the rack with my teeth (hey, it might've been possible). With Anita's hands and feet connected so closely to each other, she was unable to get enough leverage with her hands to help me out of the straitjacket and unable to get up into a standing position. With the door closed, it prevented her any chance of getting out of her room and perhaps finding something sharp to cut the ropes. So, the only small chance we had to escape was for me to get Anita out of the hogtie without the use of my hands and without any cutting tools.
I made my way over to Anita to inspect her bonds more closely. I placed my head close to her wrist bonds to see if I could find the knot that kept them tied together and perhaps use my teeth to pick it loose. When she lifted her hands away from her back, it was then that I noticed the knot had been tied facing towards her back, placing it out of reach. I turned my attention to getting Anita's feet free, but Sam had tied the knot to the ropes in between her ankles, making that inaccessible as well. The only knot that was accessible was the initial knot that Sam had tied to Anita's ankle bonds before putting her in the hogtie.
Unfortunately, this was extremely difficult to do. Sam had been in the Boy Scouts, so he was no slouch in tying knots. It was tough enough to undo with my fingers, let alone my teeth. Also, throw in the fact that my face was right up against Anita's heels and it was pretty much impossible. But that didn't stop us from trying. As I tried to get at the knot, Anita pulled on the rope as much as she could with her legs to allow me to get in.
We kept this up for about an hour before giving up and trying to come up with excuses for when her parents came back. After a short while, we heard the front door open downstairs and Anita and Sam's parents were calling for them. Since they didn't come down (or more like, they couldn't come down, due to their predicaments), they came upstairs. They first stopped by Sam's room and I could hear them speaking in loud Chinese to Sam. Then, Anita's dad came and opened up the door to our room and started talking in frantic Chinese to Anita. The funny (or not so funny) thing was that instead of untying her right away, he just kept asking her a bunch of questions (at least, that's what it seemed like to me). The entire time, Anita sounded really nervous and seemed on the verge of crying. And I knew enough to keep my mouth shut (as I'd probably make things a whole lot worse). Eventually, her dad became so fed up with her responses that he just walked out of the room. Luckily, her mom came in shortly with Sam behind her and began to untie the ropes from her wrists and ankles. Her mom told her a couple more things before heading out the room with Sam.
When Anita finally turned to me to remove the straitjacket, she had tears in the eyes and just seemed devastated by what just happened. I told her everything would be all right and gave her a hug, which seemed to calm her down a bit. But she mentioned that I had to go since her parents were pretty mad about what happened and how worried they were. So, that's pretty much how that weekend ended. No happy ending...but pretty much, from here, I wasn't allowed to come over anymore to help babysit (but I broke this rule a couple of times) and for the times I came over, we never let Sam tie both of us up ever again (which was pretty stupid of us to begin with, but you never really know until you actually get into trouble).
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K.C. on Sat Mar 17, 2012 6:42 am, edited 1 time in total.