Viking recently posted a story which started out with an apology for a TUG that was rather simple. It reminded me of a TUG I had with my sister-in-law Angela. I wrote it down years ago but never intended to post it as it seemed to be a bit too basic. Vikings story made me realize that not every tie up is spectacular; sometimes we are forced to work with what we have and make the most of it. I call these mini-TUG’s and I have had a few. This is the first.
Angela – A Mini TUG (M/F)
On the way home from picking up Angela at the bus depot I had to make a brief stop at my parents’ house. We had our wet winter boots on and waited in the porch while my mum went to fetch the stuff I had come to pick up. Angela was wearing her father’s old leather coat which was several sizes too big. It had large snaps up the front and on the cuffs. While waiting she twisted her arm around behind her to scratch her back. I grabbed her by the wrist and gave it an extra twist. She tried to pull it away from me but couldn’t.
She then reached back with the other hand to try and pinch me. I grabbed that too and had both arms pinned to her back. She didn’t even bother to struggle knowing that I would soon have to release her when my mother returned. I noticed that the snaps on the cuffs weren’t done up so I crossed them over snapping left-to-right and right-to-left. I let go of her arms and she was surprised that wrists were still being held. She tugged and twisted but the heavy duty snaps held.
My mother returned and handed me several cook books she had borrowed from my wife. Angela, slightly embarrassed by her situation, turned so that my mum couldn’t see her bonds. We said our good byes and I opened the door for her. She awkwardly backed out still trying to conceal her predicament. Once outside she said ‘Very funny. Now let me go.’ I said ‘It can wait until we get home.’
The ride home was quiet. Actually it didn’t start out too quiet. I helped her in and put on her seat belt but she was not very comfortable with having to sit on her hands and she told me so. Even though it was going to be a short trip I really didn’t feel like listening to her whine. Winter is such a wonderful season; scarves are readily available. I tied a big knot in hers and soon she was gagged. Normally she would protest through the gag because she knows I enjoy the sound but this time she was really pissed off and stayed quiet just to punish me. I took the long way home.