## My first story here ch2 addax

Post by bethtied » Fri Jan 06, 2017 6:35 pm

"Hold still Beth!. Don't pull until I get the knot tied." My younger brother instructed.
I resigned myself to wait another couple of minutes while Ben fiddled with the final passes on the ropes binding my wrists. The process took longer than I wanted it to. But, a minute later it went tight and he pulled away from where I was sitting.
"There, all done. Have fun." He commented as he scooted away from me to start working on his own ropes.
Ben was 10 years old at the time this story takes place. I was a year my brother's senior. Our surnames were Elizabeth and Benjamin. But, like most kids our age we went with the shortened version for conversations. I pulled against the rope that binding my wrists together behind my back as I sat on the carpeted floor in our basement. It always surprised me how well Ben could tie my hands even if his hands were already tied behind his back. Both of our hands were tied criss cross with some horizontal wraps reinforced with versatile cinches. I had learned how to tie somebody up watching some videos on YouTube about 6 months ago after Ben had asked me to perform the act on him. Originally, it had taken him about 5 minutes to escape that initial situation. Now, it normally took considerably longer.
These events took place several years ago and I am currently 19 at the time I am writing this up. I just started college this fall and I found this site. I had some experiences growing up with what a lot of the older posts on this site refer to as Tie Up Games and I thought I might share a few of my own. Ben was a short stalky kid with short cut red auburn hair and a face full of freckles. He was slightly undersized for his age at the time and was game for just about anything. In this particular instance it was a Saturday morning. We were still in our nightwear killing off some time while we had Nickelodeon on in the background.
Ben was wearing a one piece set of pajamas that looked like a charmander costume from Pokémon. It bright orange with long sleeves and legs. It had an attached hood with a painted on face and even a tail that ended in a little yellow ball to serve as the charmander's flame. At that age Pokémon was the main focus of his life. He was also wearing some orange slippers that looked like dinosaur feet. The sleeves on the outfit had little mitts that folded over the hands to look like paws. They were slit so he could take his hands out if he needed them. Overall, he looked rather adorable in my opinion if not a little silly.
I was wearing some flannel pajama pants, socks and a long sleeve t-shirt. I was probably average size for my age at the time. I had green eyes and a light brown hair like my mother. I normally wore it a little past my shoulders in length and preferred to tie it back in a ponytail. I shifted a few feet away from my brother on the floor as well and started twisting the ropes against each other. They held pretty securely against my efforts. It normally would take about 45 minutes to an hour to squirm loose at this point in the history of our tie ups. As we got older that time would increase and sometimes escape would prove impossible.
The items we had for tying were rather limited at this point in my childhood. The main piece of rope was a white piece of quarter inch clothes line. Originally it had been about 30 feet long when we had found it and in relatively good shape. I had cut it in half with a pair of scissors and burned the ends in the fireplace we had in our living room to keep them from fraying. One piece of it was about 15 feet and the other was slightly longer. These were generally used to tie hands as they were in this case when both of use were restrained at the same time. We also had two jump ropes some place between 6 and 8 feet long. They weren't particularly effective, but they could serve as materials to tie feet together when we needed additional rope.
I was sitting leaning my back against an old sofa that served as a third of the furniture in our basement living room set up. The sofa, chair and seat sat in a L shape on top of a 12 foot square piece of carpet in one corner of the based. I watched as Ben struggled about 5 feet away from me. He was lying on his stomach rolling back and forth with his head resting on an oversized pillow. His attention was split between watching the television and trying to extricate himself from the ropes. He was putting fourth more of an effort trying to free himself than I was. But, it wasn't yielding much progress. He was always a real wriggle worm when somebody tied him up.
I had done the initial phase of the tying binding Bens hands behind his back and securing his legs with one of the jump ropes. This game had started about half an hour after breakfast. I had tied my own feet and let Ben bind my hands after the fact. All things considered he had done a pretty good job. We spent the next half hour or so working against the ropes and just watching television. It was about that time that the basement door opened with a loud creak and I knew we were about to be discovered. My father slid the door back and started down the stairs. After about 10 steps down the stair case our position was in clear view.
"I wondered why it was so quiet down here." He stated as he finished descending the stair case.
He crossed from the bottom of the stair case to where we were sitting. Ben rolled onto his side and sat up. He met my approaching father's gaze. Our father was a slightly overweight man in his early 40's. He was the source of Ben's blue eyes and red hair. However, at this point in his life he was a bald as Mr. Clean. He lost most of his hair to the center of his head in his early 30's and just shaved the remainder of it off.
My father was raising us on his own at the time of this story. He had divorced my mother about 5 years earlier. It was a heated issue that I won't get into at this point in my story. She lived in another state having taken a fairly lucrative job offer. My Dad worked from home selling insurance. We normally saw my mother once or twice a month at the most. They were on speaking terms for our sake, but the relationship was over. My father crossed the room and looked down at us and just laughed.
I honestly don't believe he really approved of our games. But he never made a huge deal out of it. I don't know if our mother knew about them or not at this point. It was quite some time ago and I don't remember all the details. He crossed the room and knelt down behind my brother. He reached over and started looking for the knot that was securing Ben's hands.
"Honestly, where did you kids learn how to do this?" He asked as he untied the knot and started trying to unwrap my brother's hands.
"The internet, where else." I replied. Ben sat there looking disappointed that the game was already coming to an end.
Normally if my Dad found us stuck he would just leave us to our own devices. However toady something else must have been on his mind. He finished releasing Ben's hand ropes and started over towards where I was sitting. Ben slipped his hands out of the paws on his outfit and started working on his feet. My Dad knelt down and started reaching for the ropes binding my wrists. Initially I pulled away, but the look he gave me showed that he wasn't in the mood.
"We're leaving in half an hour to go shopping remember? You two need to get ready. I am alright with your brother dressing like a dinosaur at home, but not out in public." My father replied as he undid the ropes securing my hands.
Once my hands were free he started working my feet. The jump rope gave him some more trouble because it had the plastic handles on the ends and they proved difficult to work back through the knot. Still, it only took him two minutes to completely extract me from the situation. By that point Ben had feed himself and was already starting up the stairs towards our room to get dressed for the outing.
"I know shopping isn't your favorite thing on a Saturday. But, Ben needs new shoes and you two could use a few more outfits as well. Besides we'll head out to Mc Donald’s for lunch and you two can play your game some more when we get home this afternoon." He stated with a quiet smile. With that he stepped away and stared back up the stairs. I took a moment and rubbed my wrists before standing up and following him.
Well, that is where I am going to end my first story here. I would appreciate some feedback and I would like to know if there would be more interest in my childhood. There is a part two to this story that I am thinking about posting if you folks want to hear it. However, I am wondering if you want me to make part of it the actual specifics of our shopping trip. Nobody gets tied up during it. But it would shed some more background on a few other incidents and my family's history as well. Let me know.
Last edited by bethtied on Sun Jan 08, 2017 6:41 am, edited 1 time in total.

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Post by Ducttapestar » Sat Jan 07, 2017 1:42 am

I enjoyed that. Please continue!

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Post by tightsbound » Sat Jan 07, 2017 4:22 am

Welcome to the board! Very good story, well written and detailed. It's like I was right there tied up with you. Looking forward to hearing more from you!

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Post by xtc » Sat Jan 07, 2017 4:28 am

Thanks for sharing.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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Post by canuck100 » Sat Jan 07, 2017 5:19 am

Welcome to the board! I really enjoyed reading your first story; your tone and writing style fit very well with the spirit of the site. Really looking forward to reading your next chapters, including the one about your shopping expedition.

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Post by bethtied » Sat Jan 07, 2017 5:20 am

Do you folks want me to give some of the middle part of the story, or should I just jump to when we get back home and the next part involving the tie up continues?

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Post by canuck100 » Sat Jan 07, 2017 5:36 am

Well on my side I really enjoy stories where a lot of background and details are provided, so I would definitely be very interested in reading the middle part of your story.

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Post by tightsbound » Sat Jan 07, 2017 9:24 am

Personally, I like the parts about the actual ties the most. But a little extra background and character development never hurts. Im enjoying the way you write, so whatever you feel works best for the story is great.

### Re: My first story here

Post by bethtied » Sat Jan 07, 2017 9:42 pm

Chapter 2:
I slid open the door to the Dodge Caravan that served as my father's primary vehicle. It was parked quietly in the garage with the door still closed. It was early September, cool enough that it might have warranted a sweatshirt. But, I had decided to be tough and just go without one. After all, most of the trip would be spent in the car and once we got to the store we would be inside anyways. I had swapped out my pajama bottoms for some blue jeans and added a pair of tennis shoes to the outfit. I was beginning to get myself situated for the trip.
We currently lived in a rather large farm house some distance outside of the main town. About a decade ago this land had been a small farm. Upon the death of the farmer's wife had had parceled the land out into 2 to 4 acre plots of land and sold it to developers and retired. We no lived in what had originally been his homestead. The original owner had since moved to Florida about a month after we bought his house. My father thought it would be a good place for us to grow up away from all the hustle and bustle of town. It would be a good place for my brother and myself to forget the unfortunate part of our past and forge a new life. We were about half an hour outside of town where it was more rural and private.
Upon the rather abrupt conclusion of our game this morning, I had left the basement and headed upstairs to my room in order to get changed. It only took a few minutes and I headed out across the front lawn to the garage that housed our vehicles about 40 meters from the main house. I knew it would take my brother longer to get ready. Ben was still a little absent minded at 10 and my father would have to help him choose a sensible outfit for the trip. Likewise, my brother was rather unwilling to part with his charmander’s pajamas on a Saturday morning. Although my father would never allow him to wear it out in public.
The van was puke tan in color and had seating for 7 being a full size van. There were bucket seats for the driver and a passenger up front. There was a second row of bucket seats that sat two more in the middle and a traditional 3 seating bench at the rear of the vehicle. Most kids my age would have been riding shotgun at that point in their life. I would have gotten the front seat given my seniority in the family progression. Unfortunately that wasn't the case in my family. Not that Ben would receive that spot either. My family was a complicated one and this predicament served as a constant reminder of our unfortunate past. I apologize in advance for the events I am going to cover here. But, they are a necessary part of my personal history and I feel I should explain myself. Otherwise the story won't make full sense.
When we drove anywhere I rode in the second row on the left right side behind the passenger seat. That was unless we had other adults traveling with us. Then I would normally be swapped to the rear seat after my brother if there were two or more other older passengers for an outing. This wasn't common as we didn't know our neighbors all that well and only the three of us lived here. I slowly raised myself off the cement floor and entered the vehicle closing the side sliding door behind me. Once the door was shut, I turned backwards and lifted myself up in the car seat that was belted in place on the second row passenger seat. Yeah, I was 11 years old and I still rode around in a car seat, rather embarrassing right? Let me explain.
My father was really over protective and paranoid when it came to driving anywhere. Ben shared the same fate as me as we both rode in car seats everywhere. Up to this point in our life neither of us had even ridden a bus to school. My father took us there every morning and picked us up every afternoon. He was discrete about it thankfully so I normally didn't get embarrassed by being put into a car seat in front of my friends at this age. But some of them knew about it regardless of his precautions. I shifted myself back into the seat scooting to the far back.
Back when I was 6 years old I had a third brother named Greg at the time. Ben had been 5 and Greg had been 4. I was using a normal seatbelt and my brothers at that point were riding in booster seats as kids normally did. My father was in a head on collision with a driver in a pickup truck. I don't remember or know all of the details. The booster seat didn't do its job, I saw the truck coming and the next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital with a concussion and two broken limbs. Ben took a few minor injuries from the accident, Greg didn't survive the crash. I remember burying my younger brother and all the tears from the experience. It took me a long time to recover, I not sure if Ben ever fully did from the loss. Greg's death drove a large wedge between my parents and was mostly responsible for my current situation.
Ever since then my father had been overly cautious with Ben and myself, especially when it came to traveling by car. Two weeks later both Ben and I were back in car seats and we had been ever since. Back when I turned 9 I had outgrown the 60 pound weight limit on my seats harness and I had started using the seat as a booster seat with a normal seat belt. But, about 6 months later much to my annoyance, a company had come out with a new car seat that had a higher weight limit and I found myself now strapping myself in. The seat had one of those seatbelt harnesses much like a race car driver would where. It had a lap seatbelt, straps over both shoulder and a buckle between the legs to keep you from sliding under it. I pulled myself back into the seat and fastened the straps around myself. They were quite snug and anchored me in place quite securely. There was also a clip that sat at chest level that attached the shoulder belts together as well.
The seat itself was rather comfortable as it was padded and had a full high back with a head rest. Between some tether straps and the vehicles normal seatbelt it was anchored in very securely. I didn't mind the seat too much as it was soft and rather comfortable if you wanted a nap. However, I wasn't a big fan of the seatbelt system it came with. The harness pinned me back in the seat rather tightly and the bottom of the seat was elevated enough that my feet were left a few inches from the floor of the van. I had another 3 inches of height and another 15 pounds before I could be too big for the harness in this seat. I sat there and wait about 5 or 6 more minutes before my father and Ben made their appearance on the other side of the vehicle.
Ben was dressed in what appeared to be jeans, but I couldn't see the bottom of his shirt. So, I guessed they were probably his denim overalls. He had a hooded sweatshirt on overtop of them and had added a pair of tennis shoes as well. He climbed into the and took a seat in the car seat behind the driver's position off to my left. My father reached around him and started strapping him in. My brother seemed indifferent to the process and paid it little mind. He had been in a car seat with a harness style seatbelt since he was born. So, it was rather routine for him. Besides, Ben's attention was focused on the Nintendo DS in his hands. He was busy training some Pokémon that he had caught in his game.
At 10 years old that game was the majority of his life. If we weren't at school it occupied the majority of his free time. I swear that DS was glued to his hands if they weren't tied behind his back. My father gave his belts another quick tug than stepped back. He closed the door and circled around the van opening the sliding door on my side. I wasn't much into video games like my brother was. We had a Wii in the basement and I played it with him sometimes. But, it was never a major hobby of mine. I preferred to play the old way, read or busy myself with some other activity in my free time. The door to the minivan opened and my father peered inside.
"You all set?" He said as he took a moment and inspected my seatbelts.
"Yeah, I am 11. I can strap myself in!" I replied shooing him away.
My father disregarded my gesture and checked the seatbelts on the car seat. Content that I was safety secured he shut the door and made his way around to the driver's side door. He climbed in securing his own belt and put the Van into drive before backing out of the garage and onto the gravel driveway. A few minutes later we were off to our local Wal-Mart to get some new clothes for Ben and groceries as well.
Originally, I intended this and the next part to be a bridging part of this story. But given this is already getting long, I will break here and visit the next part either tomorrow or in a few days. Feedback is always appreciated and thanks for reading.

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Post by tightsbound » Sun Jan 08, 2017 7:05 am

Great addition! You write very, brining the reader right into the story. Looking forward to more!

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Post by tied up kid » Sun Jan 08, 2017 3:43 pm

Good story

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Post by cleavegagger » Wed Jul 26, 2017 3:52 am

Love To hear where This is going
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