Wild in Wichita (M/FF, M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Jun 06, 2014 9:21 pm

Part 1 – Sunday Girl

Once, while on vacation when I was twelve years old, my family stopped in Wichita, Kansas to visit friends. Our car had been overheating so we planned to spend several days there while it was being repaired. I found out that they had a nerdy daughter named Margaret who at first glance seemed like too much trouble to TUG. She was a bossy know-it-all who talked too much and I had no doubt that she would get me into loads of trouble if I tried anything.

On the second day certain things about her started to catch my interest. When she came to breakfast she was wearing a frilly dress, white stockings and a pair of dressy shoes. It wasn’t Sunday but she looked like she was going to church. Apparently she dressed like this every day. My parents had to drag me to church when I was young but once I started to appreciate girls I didn’t mind sitting there daydreaming about tying up all those young lovelies in their finest outfits. I was beginning to have the same thoughts about Margaret. Aside from the pleasure of seeing her tied up I was also hoping to gag that non-stop mouth of hers.

I decided to stick with her and put up with her attitude hoping to find an opportunity to have a TUG with her. After breakfast she had to show how smart she was by giving me a history lesson on Wichita’s past. I was beginning to wonder if I would live through the boredom when she proposed that we go up to her room on the second floor. She wanted to point out some historic buildings that could be seen from her window. This could be my chance.

I had figured out that if I was aggressive with her she would not put up much resistance but I would pay for it later. Among her many character flaws I’m sure she was also a tattle-tale. I knew that my only hope would be to find some way to make it seem like it was her idea. At the first available opportunity I had to challenge her somehow. Her own ego would be her downfall; the thought of saying no to a test would be the same to her as failing.

As we headed up the stairs her mother informed her that she was taking my parents shopping and would be gone for a few hours. Her dad was at work. That left us alone. No need to tell you what I was thinking.

When we got to her room I immediately began to check out the availability of materials that I would need. Several skipping ropes neatly coiled and hanging on a peg on the back of the door were perfect. A basket of colorful scarves finished my inventory; now all I needed was an opportunity. She was standing by the window babbling away about landmarks and famous people and blah blah blah. She didn’t even notice that I wasn’t paying any attention.

Her desk was in front of the window and while she spoke she picked up a pencil and absent-mindedly tapped the eraser end on the desk. The tapping was almost as annoying as her droning voice. I was about to have a meltdown when fate smiled on me. An extra energetic tap caused the pencil to jump from her fingers and fall to the floor. She quickly bent over to pick it up.

‘I’ll bet you can’t pick it up without using your hands’ I challenged her. She thought for a moment and then dropped down on all-fours and picked it up with her mouth. As she stood I said ‘Technically placing your hands on the floor could be considered using them to help.’ She thought for a moment and then dropped the pencil to the floor. She got down on her knees and clasped her wrists behind her back. As she bent over she lost her balance and almost used her hands to steady herself. As she placed them behind her back again I offered to help. ‘If you have trouble keeping your hands out of the way’ I said ‘I can fix that for you.’

I placed her hands behind her back, took one of the skipping ropes and looped it around her wrists. She made no effort to escape. I wrapped it several times, passed a cinch between her wrists and tied it securely. She cautiously bent over to pick up the pencil. On her first try the pencil rolled away and she had to shuffle along on her knees. It rolled again on the second try and after another shuffle she picked it up on the third try. She straightened up, dropped it on the desk and smiled at me triumphantly.

‘That was way too easy for a girl of your talents’ I observed ‘I think we need to make it harder. After all it wouldn’t be fair if your considerable abilities weren’t properly challenged.’ A little bit of flattery was all I needed to get her to go all the way. I tied her ankles securely and dropped the pencil about six feet away from her. Watching her squirm to cross the floor was going to be a pleasure.

‘This is going to be easy’ she boasted ‘are you sure there’s nothing else you can do to make it harder?’ That was all the invitation I needed. I quickly stuffed a scarf into her mouth and tied it in with another before she could protest. Without hesitation she twisted and rolled onto her side and then rolled again face down on the floor. She tried to propel herself forwards by pushing with her feet and when that didn’t work she tried to move like an inch worm but that was hard on her neck. Next she rolled onto her side and started to rock back and forth which moved her every direction except towards the pencil. She then rolled onto her back, dug in her heels and pushed. Her long hair got caught under her shoulders and she had to stop.

I sat back and enjoyed every minute of it. A good looking girl bound hand and foot, the knots were holding and the grunts that she made through the gag were like music to my ears. Life couldn’t get any better. Or could it? A female voice outside the window had me jump to my feet.

Part 2 – The Tomboy

I went to the window and saw a very pretty girl sitting on her bicycle at the end of the walkway. ‘Margaret Wade’ she shouted ‘Are you up there wasting another beautiful day in your room? Come out and play.’ From the window I could see a girl with long black hair, very short shorts and a sleeveless top. She called again and then leaned her bicycle against the fence and started towards the house. It had to be Margaret’s friend Gina that she had mentioned.

I quickly glanced at Margaret; she was still tightly bound with no chance of escape anytime soon. ‘That must be Gina’ I said ‘I’ll go let her in.’ I dashed from the room to the sound of her protesting through the gag. She obviously didn’t want Gina to see her like this but I had other ideas. As I hustled down the stairs I had no plan and only seconds to come up with something.

I remembered that Margaret had told me how competitive they were. She was always trying to prove she was smarter and Gina was always out-doing her at physical challenges. Right now Margaret was facing a physical challenge and maybe I could use that for my purposes.

I arrived at the door just as she pushed the doorbell. I opened the door and before I could speak she announced ‘Hi! My name is Gina. You must be Margaret’s visitor. You must be bored with her by now; why don’t the two of you come out to play?’ While she was talking I looked her over a little more closely. She was well tanned, even prettier up close and had a very athletic build; there would be no tying her up against her will.

‘Margaret’s up in her room’ I told her ‘she is trying a little test I came up with. She is really hoping to finish it; she said something about finally being able to beat you.’ It was obvious that comment got Gina’s interest. ‘What kind of test’ she asked ‘is it something I can try?’ ‘It’s a kind of race’ I replied ‘and I’m sure you can try it if you feel up to the challenge.’ That’s all it took to bait her. She couldn’t wait to try it and I had to run up the stairs to keep up with her.

When she burst into Margaret’s room she stopped dead at the sight of her bound and gagged and wiggling across the floor. In the time I had been gone Margaret had only covered half the distance to the pencil. I spoke up immediately before Gina could ask any questions. ‘The object of the race is to cross the room and pick up the pencil. Of course that is a very simple task so Margaret wanted me to make it harder to test her abilities. If you want to try it too we could have a race to see who is better.’ That last comment brought out the warrior in both of them. Margaret’s eyes had that bring-it-on look and Gina said ‘tie me up!’ I think my heart skipped a beat when she said that. I had imagined many times being asked but this was the first time it was for real.

As she got down on the floor I started looking through Margaret’s dresser drawers; I had no skipping ropes left. The second drawer I opened was full of nylons and tights. I grabbed several white pairs; they would look great against that brown tanned skin. I quickly bound her wrists and then her ankles. I stuffed a pair of nylons into her mouth and then tied them in with another pair of white tights. I pulled Margaret back again so that they would get an even start; this time they had to cross the full width of the room, about eight feet.

It was like being in heaven. On the floor at my feet were the Sunday dressed-up sweetheart and the gorgeous girl-next-door. Both bound and gagged and ready to put on a show just for me. It was nearly perfect but I had a thought. I didn’t want to push it too far but there was something more that could make this the greatest achievement of my TUGging life.

‘Gina, do you golf?’ I asked. She nodded yes. ‘Then you know about handicapping. For Margaret’s benefit I’ll explain. A handicap is used when one competitor is much better than the other. We find some way to even things out. Since Gina is much more athletic than you it would only be fair if she is handicapped to make the race more equal. Would you agree Gina?’ How could she not agree; to do so would be like saying she was not better than Margaret. She nodded yes.

I took another pair of tights and pulled her ankles towards her wrists and tied them into a hog tie. I wished I could do the same to Margaret but I had been lucky to get this far. It was time to race! I called out ‘ready, set, go’, and they were off. I can’t begin to describe how thrilling it was to watch my two willing victims struggle to get to the pencil. After five minutes Gina was the first to get to it and she tried to pick it up in her fingers but was having trouble seeing it behind her back. She was feeling for it when Margaret came along head first. With the top of her head she pushed Gina away and picked it up under her chin on the first try. I don’t know how she managed it but I was glad she had won.

If Gina had won it would have been expected and that would be the end of it. Since Margaret had won Gina would want a rematch and Margaret’s ego would want to show it was no fluke. I heard a car pull into the driveway and decided it wasn’t a good time to suggest another race. I reluctantly untied them and with Margaret grinning from ear to ear and Gina in a bit of a snit we went downstairs to greet her mother and my parents.

Her mother said ‘I’ve got ice cream, who wants some.’ We all did and helped her to carry the groceries in. In minutes we were all seated around the backyard picnic table with ice cream cones. The ice cream was good but the conversation that went with it was the real treat.

Part 3 – My Hero

I had hoped that my afternoon activities would not come to the attention of the adults (my folks aren’t too crazy about what they call picking on the girls) but Margaret could not help crowing about her victory. She recounted the events of our adventure and didn’t miss a detail. To my relief they commented that it sounded like we had fun and surprisingly none of them saw anything wrong with what I did. It helped that in Margaret’s self-centered way she made it sound like it was her idea. It was what was said next that really got my attention.

Margaret’s mother said ‘It’s nice to see that you kids can do something like that and have fun with it. Not like that little troublemaker down the street. He’s a little terrorist, just last week he tied up his babysitter and left her like that all night!’ I now had a new hero. It’s every young TUGger’s dream to tie up the babysitter and here I sat in the same neighborhood as a kid who had actually done it; I had to meet him!

Margaret added ‘he’s always getting into trouble one way or another.’ Gina scowled at her but said nothing. I could tell that she didn’t share that opinion. If I was going to meet this kid she would be my best bet. Margaret offered to help her mom put away the groceries and my parents also went along to help. Gina said she had to get home and I offered to walk her home with the excuse that she could give me a tour of the neighborhood.

As she walked her bike she pointed out the various neighbors and told me a little about them. She had just finished telling me about the Wilson’s (she’s nice, he’s grumpy) when I asked ‘Where does this bad kid live?’ She said ‘He lives there, beside the Wilson’s. He’s not so bad; he just has a habit of doing things that get him into trouble.’ ‘Sounds like he might be fun to hang out with’ I said ‘Can you introduce us?’

‘He’s not home right now’ she replied ‘he’s gone fishing with his dad for a few days.’ We continued our tour until we arrived at Gina’s house. I said ‘Good-bye, see you later’ and then I added ‘by the way what is that kid’s name?’ She said ‘It’s Dennis Mitchell but everyone around here calls him Dennis the Menace.’

As I walked back I noticed some movement in the Mitchell’s backyard, his mother was home. If I couldn’t meet my hero maybe I could get his story from his mom. I started up the walkway.

I rang the doorbell and waited a minute but there was no answer. I was just about to turn and leave when the door swung open. In front of me stood a very pretty woman; I had never seen anyone’s mom look so good. She had golden blonde hair the color of straw and freckles on her face. She was wearing a sleeveless sundress and carrying a pair of gardening gloves. She apologized for taking so long and explained that she was in the garden out back. I introduced myself and then the lies started. ‘I met Dennis last year when I was here on vacation and was hoping to get together with him again this year’ I said ‘ Is he home?’

‘No he’s not’ she replied ‘he’s gone fishing with his dad. It’s too bad you missed him.’ ‘Oh well, I was really hoping to see him. I heard that he got into some trouble and I wanted to hear from him what happened. Everyone else likes to exaggerate and I would like to hear the story in his words.’ ‘It’s very nice to hear that someone doesn’t believe the rumors’ she said ‘why don’t you come in and have an ice cream and I’ll tell you what really happened. ’As we sat in the kitchen, me with my second cone in less than half an hour, she told me the truth.

Dennis was his usual imaginative self and was keeping himself amused playing a game of rodeo rider. The living room was the rodeo ring and he had used the arm of the big chair as a bucking bronco and rode the ottoman as a bull. When the baby sitter told him it was almost bed time he was about to start the calf roping event. He had his lasso in his hand and was looking for something to use as a calf. He told her that he was competing in the last event and the world championship was on the line so could he please finish before going to bed?

Then she made her first mistake. Not wanting to spoil his game and thinking it would get him to bed sooner she volunteered to be the calf. What she didn’t know was that after being lassoed the calf was tied up. He soon had her hogtied on the floor and wiggling helplessly. His time in the boy scouts had taught him how to tie a knot.

Then she made her second mistake. She threatened to scream until the neighbors heard her. The last thing Dennis wanted was grumpy old Mr. Wilson coming over. He quickly stuffed a doily into her mouth and tied it in with a tie-back from the curtains. She kicked up a fuss but couldn’t get loose. Dennis knew that he had to make a deal in order to get out of this without getting into too much trouble. If he willingly went to bed that might work. He told her he would go put on his pajamas while she calmed down and then he would return to release her.

He went to his room, slipped into his pajamas, got distracted by a comic book, sat down to read for a minute and fell asleep. The babysitter firmly bound and effectively gagged lay on the living room floor for two hours until Dennis’s parents came home. When Mr. Mitchell untied her she asked that they not be too hard on Dennis. She said it was her fault for allowing it in the first place and she promised that it wouldn’t happen again.

I found out later that she was actually furious but didn’t want to lose her baby sitting job. The Mitchell’s had such a hard time getting babysitters to work for them because of Dennis that they paid very well. Dennis was only grounded for a few days but as word spread around the neighborhood it was exaggerated greatly. That’s why she had suggested that they go fishing. It would give people time to find something else to gossip about.

Part 4 – The Greatest Mom in the World

As I finished my cone I was trying picture it in my mind but I was missing too many details. What did she look like, what was she wearing and what kind of rope did he use. These were all things I wanted to know. I was deep in thought when Mrs. Mitchell snapped me back to reality.

‘You are really fascinated by this aren’t you’ she observed. ‘I can tell that you are trying to imagine how it all happened. Why don’t we go into the living room where you can examine the “scene of the crime”. Maybe then you can picture it better.’ We went into the living room and she showed me where they had found the sitter on the floor. In a moment I was lost again in thought. The idea of a twelve year old hogtying a teenager was mind boggling for me.

‘I get the impression that if you could you would do the same thing’ she said. ‘I can tell just by looking at your face that you and Dennis are alike. Tell me what you are thinking?’ I was speechless; how do you talk to an adult about this. I’m usually doing my best to make sure they don’t find out about what I’m thinking. I took a moment to search for the right words but when I started talking I still wasn’t sure what I was going to say.

‘I don’t know what I would do’ I replied ‘it sounds like fun. The tying up part I mean; it’s too bad he fell asleep and she was stuck there for so long.’ ‘If she was here right now’ she asked ‘and you had a piece of rope would you tie her up?’ I was really being put on the spot. I wanted to give a clever answer but there was no time to think so I was honest instead. ‘I would like to’ I answered ‘but I don’t think I would. She’s like a grown-up and I don’t think I would be brave enough. When we play games with girls our age it’s different but grown-ups usually don’t understand our idea of fun and we get into trouble.’

‘I will admit that sometimes I don’t understand your idea of fun’ she said ‘but I do understand the importance of having fun and that’s why I’m not too hard on Dennis when he does stuff like this. Boys need experiences like this to learn what is appropriate and what is not.’ I was really uncomfortable with this conversation and decided that I should get going. ‘I’ve got to go now’ I said ‘Dennis is really lucky to have a great mom like you.’ ‘You remind me a lot of him’ she replied ‘and before you go I’d like to get you something if you can wait a minute.’ I told her I wasn’t in any hurry and she left the room.

I was glad that I had called her a great mom. Mothers like to hear stuff like that and I imagined that she was going to get me another ice cream or some other kind of treat. When she came back into the room with a coil of rope in her hands I couldn’t believe it. It was Dennis’s lasso. If this was her gift to me I was certainly honored and was hoping that it would bring me luck.

She handed it to me and said ‘We’ve had an interesting conversation and I want to ask you a question to see if you have learned anything from it.’ Then she laid down face down on the floor and put her hands behind her back. ‘If I told you that you could tie me up right now what would you do?’

I pounced on her as fast as I could and had her wrists lashed together before she could change her mind. ‘I’m quite surprised with you’ she said ‘I would have thought that you had learned from Dennis’s experience that sometimes even things that are fun can go wrong and that maybe you should think things over before acting.’ As I looped the cord around her ankles to complete the hogtie I said ‘I have learned from his experience. He had an opportunity that he couldn’t pass up and it was lots of fun; so did I. He fell asleep and spoiled it; I’m not going to do that. You gave me a chance to do something that I never thought I would get to do and I had to go for it. Thank you very much.’

‘When you put it that way’ she replied ‘I guess I should have expected it.’ She probably had more to say but at that point I stuffed the doily into her mouth and fastened it in with the curtain tie-back. ‘Sorry about that’ I apologized ‘but that’s another thing you should have expected.’ There wasn’t much more to say as I sat back to enjoy the view. She didn’t look too upset; I’m sure she was satisfied that she wasn’t going to be like this for several hours like the babysitter. After about ten minutes I turned her loose.

As she walked me to the door she said ‘I don’t remember Dennis mentioning you last summer, do you really know him?’ ‘I don’t’ I confessed ‘but when I heard about what he had done I had to get the whole story. Maybe if I’m back next summer we can get together and compare notes.’ ‘Don’t you dare’ she said ‘the last thing I need is him finding out that I was a willing victim. I’ll never get a moments peace after that.’ I said ‘Well if you’re interested in continuing to be a willing victim maybe I can keep my mouth shut!’ As she pushed me out the door she said two things ‘You’re quite the little blackmailer’ and ‘See you next summer’. She never said no so I walked away with a glimmer of hope.

When I got back to the house Margaret was keen on finishing her history lesson. I said okay but I had to do something first. She went to her room to wait for me and I went out to the garage to find a suitable piece of rope to make a lasso. I had a story to tell her about Dennis and I figured that a few props would make it that much more interesting. This was certainly turning out to be the best vacation ever.

Re: Wild in Wichita (M/FF, M/F)

Postby SelenaGfan » Fri Jun 06, 2014 10:35 pm

Thank for the Dennis The Menace story.Wish they had done some tugs in the comics or on the show.

Re: Wild in Wichita (M/FF, M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Sat Jun 07, 2014 4:04 pm

There is a paperback book called Dennis the Menace's Guide to Babysitting. In it is a cartoon where the babysitter is talking on the phone to Dennis's mom. She is saying "I would have called sooner but I only just got untied". We don't see her tied up so as far as I know this is the only female TUG reference in over sixty years of the cartoon.

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There is a cartoon of his dad TUGged;

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And another illustration of Dennis from the TV series that was created for a puzzle;

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Re: Wild in Wichita (M/FF, M/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:33 pm

"Tomboy"!:
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And yet ANOTHER "enjoyable" story from you! cheers
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Re: Wild in Wichita (M/FF, M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:58 pm

Dennis has a tomboy friend by the name of Gina and I can quite well imagine that she is going to look like that when she grows up.

Re: Wild in Wichita (M/FF, M/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Tue Jun 10, 2014 7:10 pm

Yes...know that comic strip WELL and "visualized" ALL the characters~ :idea:

Re: Wild in Wichita (M/FF, M/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Tue Jun 10, 2014 7:13 pm