When I was 15

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Dec 22, 2009 6:26 am

When I was 15, my parents had to go abroad to work for the UNHCR for a year. As I couldn’t come along (‘We’re going into a warzone and that place, is no place for a child,’ they said, firmly), I was sent to live with a friend of my mother’s and her daughter, who was about my age. They lived on the other side of town, so I had to change schools. I was glad for that last part, because I hated it at my present school. One thing I thought was odd though; they didn’t tell me to pack a bag. Not even a toothbrush!
I arrived late on a Saturday night in early January, along with my mother. She and her friend talked for a while, as I tried to befriend the daughter. That wasn’t easy, as she wasn’t the most talkative of girls, but seemed rather shy, as most girls that age are. I didn’t think much of it then; I was just glad she wouldn’t talk my ears off!
After about an hour of hearing next to nothing from the daughter, and the grown-ups chatting and laughing away like mad, my mother said “Well, good bye my dear. Your father and I will miss you terribly. We’ll write to you as often as we can, I promise. These next couple of years will go by in a flash, you’ll see!” She kissed me on the cheek, even though she knew I hated it when she did that in front of strangers and went out the door.
As soon as the door closed, the daughter looked at me with so much disgust in her eyes I felt almost nauseous and said: “So you’re the boy, are you.” Turning to her mother, she said, “Mother dear, explain the rules of this house to him, will you please!” That last bit sounded more or less like an order in my ears.
“Certainly I will, dear! You see, in this house, we have a kind of an ongoing game of sorts. You see, we frequently sneak up on one another and tie her up and gag her. The only real “safe zone” we have, is the bathtub. By frequently, I mean both day and night. So are you in? I’ll give you five minutes to think about it.”
I thought about it for four and a half minutes. Of course, I’d been tied up a couple of times before and I had tied up my friends too, as part of our boyhood games. But I had never been tied up by a girl, nor had I tied one up, so this looked like it could turn out to be a new and (hopefully) exciting experience for me. “By all means, count me in!” I said, bravely. Little did I realize what was in store for me over the coming weeks and months!
“Good!” the mother beamed. “However, there will be a slight alteration of the rules on your part. You can tie any one of us up whenever you feel like it just as we can tie you up. But you will have to be tied up in bed, by me, every night. That is purely for the safety and well-being of my daughter, you see. I can’t have a teenage boy running around loose at night. Also, the bathroom is completely off limits for you at all times, unless you don’t have to use it for personal reasons.”
I had no choice but to accept the conditions. Don’t get me wrong, I gladly did.
“There, that’s settled then! Now, it’s getting late. Why don’t we all go to bed and get a good night sleep? Come, I’ll show you to your room.” The mother took me by the hand, as if I was a little boy and led me towards the stairs.
“Excuse me, but I haven’t brought any pyjamas. In fact, the only clothes I have here are the ones I am wearing now.” I said desperately.
“Don’t you worry about that,” the daughter said. “We’ve hooked you up with some nice clothes!” For some strange reason, I wasn’t at all comforted by that.
My room was up in the attic and it turned out to be not much bigger than a closet. There was just room for a narrow bed (which looked a bit uncomfortable. To tell you the truth, it looked very uncomfortable!), a desk and a chair and not much else. In one corner were a couple of doors. They turned out to lead in to a wardrobe almost as big as the room itself and it was packed with old-fashioned clothes. Had this been a couple of years later, the whole setup would have been very “Harry Potter”-like.
“The pyjamas are on the second shelf from the top. Pick one out, change in to it and come back out. Quickly boy, I don’t have all night!” I did as I was told without looking too closely and picked one out. It was a pair of bright pink (!) footy pyjamas. I later discovered they all were. Not all of them were bright pink of course, but they were all of the “footy pyjamas”-kind. I changed into it and came back out.
She gave me a frosty gaze, as if to say: ‘You took your time, boy’ but instead she said: “Come over here and lift your arms over your head!” I did as I was told and she took a long rope and made it go in a loop around my waist. Then I had to put my hands together in front of me and she looped the rope around them as well. Then she tied it off and led me by the remaining long piece of rope to the bed, where I had to lie on my back, as she tied the ends of the rope to the sides of the bed. When she was finished, she pulled up the blanket to my chin and said: “Good night, boy!” and started to leave the room. When she came to the door, she turned around: “From now on, when we are by ourselves in this house, you will call me ma’m and my daughter miss. Is that understood? We will keep calling you boy.”
“Yes, ma’m. I understand, ma’m”, I sighed.
She came back over to me “Silly me! I almost forgot! Lift your head for me, please.”
I did as she told me, and she put a sleeping-mask over my eyes.
It seemed to take me a long while to get to sleep that night, with the thoughts in my head going a thousand miles an hour.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: When I was 15

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Dec 22, 2009 10:03 am

Hallo Lasse, very nice part. Like I it. The sleeping mask was a best the final touch.
If had you had post this story two day would it would nice present for Christmas for me. I would like to have so a footed sleeper.
I miss your stories.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: When I was 15

Postby kidnapplz » Sat Dec 26, 2009 12:29 pm

LOVE the story. really hope theres more.

Re: When I was 15

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Jan 06, 2010 11:19 am

Yes wait also more Please thank you. :D
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: When I was 15

Postby Spreadeagle » Wed Jan 06, 2010 1:49 pm

Liking the story pal, is there anymore?
Always looking for new TUG buddies :)

Re: When I was 15

Postby tedbangor » Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:57 am

Great story, hope there's more of it to come.

Re: When I was 15

Postby chloroformmeplease » Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:32 pm

I like the story also and I hope there is more to come. My next statement is not meant to be negative but yuo started out by saying they were leaving for year and then when the mother say goodbye she said the next couple of years will go by quick or something close to that affect. I just wanted to point that out. I am fine with it being two years instead of one and for that matter even three would be better.
I was really hoping she was going to tie his his legs to the bed also and then gag him for the night. But please do continue with this story is has great potential and there is alot of tie up time for the next two years in the story.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.

Re: When I was 15

Postby chloroformmeplease » Tue Jan 19, 2010 11:15 pm

Please do not let this story die here. Please continue. I like where this is going or seems to be going.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.

Re: When I was 15

Postby althalusdavis » Fri Feb 05, 2010 11:13 pm

Yes Please dont end it here!

Re: When I was 15

Postby chloroformmeplease » Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:03 pm

This is a great story please come back and finish it.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.

Re: When I was 15

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:08 pm

Yes I also like read rest of story. I had so many ideas how go on.
Please post an other part.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: When I was 15

Postby stormchaser1 » Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:40 am

Don't leave us hanging.