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Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:20 pm

My brother, sister, or me hadn’t told out parents about my brother wanting to be tied up before. So, when our mother came home last week and found my brother tied up by me, it was a embarrassing moment. It wasn’t that she was mad at us, but more like she had a difficult time trying to figure out why, or what the reason was. Even though we tried to explain everything to her, my mother still didn’t understand what the purpose of it all. She knew that it wasn’t a dominant-submissive thing, because my brother is a very tough guy, and he certainly isn’t shy with females either. So my mom didn’t fully understand why my brother liked having me and Karen tie him up. We all decided that if she watched as we tied him up, that she might have a better idea of the game. She agreed that it might give her some insight, but I think all us kids could tell that she felt kind of strange agreeing to this. I had a class on Wednesday night, so Thursday would be the only other time that we could do this before my dad returned from his trip.

When my mother came home from work on Thursday, she stopped and picked up burgers for dinner. While we were eating, my brother was impatient, and was ready to be tied up. My mother set some ground rules, but basically, we wouldn’t keep him tied for more than an hour. Originally, she said 30 minutes, but we had told her that he has been tied up for much longer. She wasn’t happy about that, but my brother said it’d be OK. My mom then asked Karen and me how we were going to tie him up. Surprisingly, Karen asked our mom how she thinks we should. My mother just chuckled and said that we were the experts at this, not her. We had told her about the ways that we have tied him up before, so when my brother suggested “tied down in his bedroom“, she said whatever way he wanted. Karen and me told him to get the ropes and that we’d be in his bedroom in a few minutes.

While my sister and me were cleaning up, my mom changed out of her work clothes. When she came back out, she was wearing a mid thigh sundress. For a 40 year old woman, she really does have a fantastic body, and she is very attractive. All my guy friends like her. She is about 5’ 8” and maybe 130 lbs and shoulder length hair. She can pass for 10 or 15 years younger. The three of us went into my brothers bedroom and asked him if he was ready. He was sitting on his bed and immediately said that he was. Karen told him to tie his own feet and then we would tie his hands. Our mother didn’t say anything except to have a smirk on her face when my brother got down on the floor next to where she was standing. He tied a length of rope around each of his ankles and then tied each ankle to a leg of his dresser. He tied multiple knots in the rope and it didn’t appear that he’d even be able to move his feet around at all. When he was done tying his feet, he slid his butt back to fully extend and stretch out his spread legs.

Our mom just stood next to him as he laid down on his back and raised his arms above his head. Karen stepped over him and we both got down on our knees and started tying rope around his wrists. She moved closer to our brothers chest to watch as we tied his hands. She told us not tie his wrists too tight or we’ll cut off the circulation. I said that he’d be fine, but it seemed like she was supervising us. Once that Karen and me had the rope tied securely around his wrists, we wrapped the other ends around the legs of the bed and pulled the rope tight. This fully stretched his arms out straight, leaving him spread eagled. We tied the knots off on the bed legs and my mom asked if we were done. Karen stood up and said “it’s now up to him”!!!

I was on my knees next to my sprawled out brother and my mom and sister were standing on either side of him. My mom gazed over his entire spread out body and said that she understood why we didn’t want our father to know about this game. She asked us where we ever got the idea to tie him up spread eagled like this and I told her that I saw it in a movie before. She asked “A western”? And I said that I thought it was. She went on to say that Indians would “stake-out” their captives and torture them. My brother asked what kind of torture would they do and my mom said “things like cover the prisoner with honey and have ants and rats eat them alive“. Karen then said “I wonder if they ever used tickling as a torture”, as she smiled down at him at her feet. Our mother said that she can see the temptation for us to tickle him our brother with him in such a vulnerable position.

That was like a cue for me and I reached across him and poked him in his ribs and wiggled my fingers. He tried to jump away, but could only let out a surprised laugh. I only tickled him for just a few seconds because I was sure my mother wouldn’t like it. She screamed “Kristi !!!!!! Stop that”. She said “Girls……I have to tell you. I am not a bit thrilled by this ‘Houdini’ escape game. Especially when you’re taking advantage of your brother”. My brother looked up at her standing above him, and said “Mom……..It’s OK………..It’s not that bad”. She said that she doesn’t care and that she does not like seeing her son sprawled out on the floor, tied up, and defenseless. I got back up on my feet and was standing next to my mom when Karen asked her if she wanted us to untie him. She said that she would prefer that we did. The three of us looked down at my brother and he had a disappointed look. I could tell that he wanted us to keep him tied up for a while longer. He said, “Mom……Let me try to escape ……..Pleeeease? …………..You promised” She stared down at him and was thinking for a moment and finally said “OK………..I did say one hour, but no more tickling” Both Karen and me agreed that we wouldn‘t.

My mom, sister, and me watched for about 15 minutes as he tried in vain to wiggle his wrists loose from the rope. My mother had her arms crossed most of the time as she was watching him struggle at her feet. He’d sometimes rest and just stare up at us above him. My mom wouldn’t say anything. She’d only look down at him with a disturbed look on her face. Neither Karen or me wanted to say anything out of our mothers intimidation. Finally, my mom asked us “Is this all there is”? We asked her what she meant, and she said…..”I mean is this all there is? You tie him up and watch him try to escape? I guess I just don’t see the point of this”. My brother stopped his struggling and looked up at her and said “Mom………It’s a like a game…….. If I escape, then I win……..If I can’t escape, then Karen and Kristi win” Her response was “There are better, more healthy games, than this”. Karen and me looked at each other and we secretly knew that our mother was right. But, like our brother, we enjoyed the challenge of him trying to escape.

After about 20 minutes, my mom left the room, leaving Karen and me alone with our brother. We both were looking down at him, stretched out and spread eagled on the floor, and we talked for a few minutes about our mothers reactions. My brother wasn’t moving around much, only looking up at Karen and me standing over him. Karen said that she was going to go talk to mom and try to make her understand a little more. I stayed with my brother and we talked. We didn’t really talk about our mother, or about him being tied up …… it was just conversation. During this time, he wasn’t trying to wiggle his wrists free or making any attempt at escaping. He’d just lay there and I was standing next to him and we’d talk.

After about 20 minutes, my mother and sister came back into the room and came over to where my brother was spread out on floor. My mom stepped over him and faced me and my sister. She said that she and Karen had talked, and even though she doesn’t like seeing her son tied up, she admits that as long as the three of us are having fun and that he’s not being hurt, she can be cool with this game. Karen gave her a water bottle, and my mom bent down and poured some water into my brothers mouth. When he swallowed the water, he looked up at her and smiled. I couldn’t see, but I’m sure that she smiled too. While she was crouched down next to him, my brother asked her if she still wasn’t going to tell our father. My mom said that she told us that she wasn’t going to, but that we’d better hope that he doesn’t find out the way that she did. She stood up and told him that he only has a few more minutes in his escape attempt.

We watched him tug and pull on the ropes and when the hour was almost up, his left hand slid through the rope around his wrist. We were actually very impressed, because we thought that we had tied his wrists pretty good. My mom, Karen, and me gave him a round of applause and congratulated him. My mother said that she was very surprised that he could escape because having his arms and legs stretched out in 4 different directions seemed impossible. Now that he was virtually free, my mom was much more at ease. She told us that she can sometimes be there and watch, but don’t ever expect her to help tie him up. We were all cool with that and Karen and me left the room, but my mom stayed and watched him untie his other hand and his feet.

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Postby sarumansauron » Sat Feb 04, 2012 9:53 pm

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!