My earliest bondage experience happened when I was 18 years old I was watching TV with my younger sister Eileen (age 16). The show we were watching was called "The FBI" in this particular episode the bad kidnaps a secretary and ties her up in a warehouse (she is a very pretty blonde and is also tightly cleaved gagged). I had always wanted to tie up a girl, although I didn't exactly know why, then all of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks.... Here sitting before me was a girl, available, and maybe even willing. It took me about 5 or 10 minutes to work up the nerve to ask her. (Even though she was my little sister, and we had a fairly good relationship, I cared what she thought of me, and didn't want to appear too weird.
When finally I did ask. She very flatly said "NO WAY". I was too far gone by now and had to lower myself to a little begging. When that didn't work, bribery did. I agreed to pay my 11 year old sister $3.00, if she would let me tie and gag her. Eileen was very shrewd for a girl her age.
She said "you could tie me up, but, you are not putting a rag in my mouth."
I had to part with another dollar before she agreed to the gag . I ran to my father's room and retrieved a bunch of his ties. Luckily at this time no one else was home, but I was expecting my mother in the door within the next hour. When I got back to Eileen she was sitting on the floor with a real apprehensive look on her face. Working quickly I instructed her to stand up and put her wrists behind her.
Eileen protested, that her hands should be tied in front, and that there was no reason for the "behind the back thing". After refreshing her memory, on who the bill payer was she reluctantly agreed.
At this point I guess I should describe how my sister looked in those days. Long dark hair, tall for her age, long legged. I guess she was in pretty decent shape, but she WAS my little sister and there was nothing sexual about this "cowboy and Indian" type of game. Eileen was dressed for bed in a short baby doll nightie So working quickly and after two false starts I managed to snugly tie her wrists behind her. At that time when I told her to go sit on the couch something came over me. I really felt that I was in charge especially when Eileen immediately went and sat on the couch when I told her to.I grabbed another tie and tightly tied her ankles together. The ties were very soft so I really wasn't too worried about hurting her. She was wearing little white ankle socks with the lace on them. Her ankles were pretty well protected.
My only experience with "tying up" at this point in life was from browsing the magazine racks once a month and looking at "detective" magazine covers. Also TV shows like the FBI and Girl from U.N.C.L.E. I remembered seeing a girl on one of the magazine covers with her knees bound so I grabbed a tie and did this to Eileen. She got kind of mad and stated that; "there is no reason to tie me up like I am a criminal or something." I shot back that I didn't think of her as a criminal but I did view her as a kidnap victim. To my relief Eileen grinned and said that "now I know what it's like to be kidnapped."...I had a Boy Scout, yellow neckerchief ready for the gag, and after promising to tie it loosely in her mouth I proceeded to break my promise and tie it on the tight side of things. I wanted my moneys worth out of this game, and besides, I was feeling rather "villainy". My little sister actually took it like a trooper, and only gave me a wide eyed, but precious look.
So there I was the "kidnapper", with an 16-year-old girl dressed in a short nightie, bound and tightly gagged and at my mercy. Unfortunately this was my sister, so it wasn't as good as it could be. Still, I was rather pleased with myself. Eileen tried, but could not struggle loose. I look back on that particular tie up and wonder what it would have been like if I knew about hogtie's and elbow cinches, probably just as well. Anyhow, I had to release Eileen, after thanking her for the "co-operation." I managed to get two promises from her that day
Number one promise was that she would never tell anyone about what we did that night. (I still felt like I was the only one in the world who felt this way about ropes and the female species.) Promise #2 was that she would consent to more "tie-ups", when we were again home alone my little sister agreed to both of the promise with the stipulation that she would have to be paid each time, and that I would go easier on the gag next time. I agreed (yea...right). After a couple more sessions Eileen broke her promise about "telling". But, it was much to my delight, because the person she told was her best friend Mary lee. (The very perky Mary lee)!!
Things kind of progressed from there on out, between Eileen and I
we really thought that it was very cool, that we had our own little secret from the rest of the world. It seemed that I would try and tie my little sister up every time we were alone in the house. More often than not, she would say no, to being bound and gagged, but that just made it even better when we did get to play. I really wanted her to continue to play the part of the "unwilling" victim, just like in all the TV. Shows of the late 1960's.Once in a while I would get home from school and Eileen would already be home, watching TV or just laying around. Because, I knew my mom was due home at any moment I would sit next to her on the couch pretending to get into whatever nonsense was on the boob tube. I would slowly slide closer to her .My little sister always knew what was about to happen and she would glance at me out of the corner of her eye.
Just when I couldn't move any closer I would whisper in her ear, "you realize that you are about to be kidnapped, don't you?" Eileen would just look at me with those expressive big, brown eyes. At this point she would either give me the go-ahead "pass-word" sentence or not. (We had somehow worked this out between ourselves without really ever discussing it) it just seemed natural for her to say, "please mister, don't hurt me". If Eileen uttered these words, then I knew that it was alright to "let the games begin." while we both sat on the couch, I would gently put my arm around her shoulder and we would sit like that for a couple of moments. Then without warning I would put one arm around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. I would than bring my other hand up and put it over her mouth. We would sit like this until my mom would just about come in the door. Eileen could often squirm; just the right amounts and would make pleading sounds into my hand.
I really felt that I had discovered something special with this "hand over the mouth", thing. It was a way of getting a tie-up "quick-fix", in when we didn't have time for a full game of "burglar' or "detective". A few times I would even get some real "daring" into myself. There were times when other people were in the house and I would notice Eileen going into another room by herself. I would make up some excuse to also leave. While she was combing her hair in the bathroom or washing her hands in the sink, I would slowly stalk up behind her and grab her arms and tightly hand gag her. I would whisper things in her ear like "you are very lucky that other people are in the house, because the 'burglar' has his eyes on you. Eileen would just roll her eyes as if to say "Oh God, not this again". I would tell her to try her best and get free. I had her scream into my hand as loud as she could. Never did she come remotely close to getting loose.
Alex... " You better cry out for help to the other people in the house. If you don't the Burglar will take you to the basement and tie you up. "
I recall coming home from school early one day. (I was a high school senior. Eileen was in her sophomore year.) Just as I was getting in the door the phone rang. It was my mom and she told me that she wouldn't be home until 8:oo p.m. that night, and that I should make sure the house stays clean. She also said that I should take care of my little sister. My mind swirled with the possibilities. "Ok", I said "the house will stay clean and I will surely take care of my little sister". I hung up the phone and had to hold onto the kitchen counter, because my head started to swirl with anticipation.4 hours, alone with my 16-year-old "victim" and she had no idea. I had to get things together as quick as possible. Eileen was due to walk in the door at any moment.
At this point in time I should point out that I had started a collection of "detective" magazine covers. I studied them extensively, and learned new ways of tying a girl. There were a few things that I wanted to try on Eileen and with 4 hours of "playtime" this was a good chance to hone my craft. I had discovered that we had stretched my father's ties out quite extensively. In fact I had managed to throw out the ones we had used because I was afraid of discovery. (I only hoped that with 200 plus ties in his closet he would not notice 5 or 6 missing ones). One of the detective magazines's had a photo of a girl bound with torn bed sheets. This struck me as perfect binding material. They wouldn't stretch out nor would they leave any tell tale marks on my sisters wrists or mouth area. It was then that I remembered the stack of old bedsheets in the basement that we used as rags.I went downstairs with a scissors and in short time had quite a few long strips of sheet torn and ready.I had the bed sheets hidden when I heard the back door open and close. Eileen walked in and placed her books on the kitchen table.
"Hi kid", I said, "how was your day?" Eileen started talking about the test she took and how she was pretty sure that she got an A on it. Big deal I thought, Eileen got an "A" in every subject.
"Is mom home yet", she asked.
I just looked at Eileen as I locked the back door.
"Mom won't be home for a little while yet", and I think you are in a bunch of trouble because, you are going to be kidnapped"...
My little sister just looked at me with a priceless look on her face and said,
"Alex, we can play for only a little while. Mary lee is coming over in about an hour and we really need to study."
I said that an hour would be fine, and that I would untie her in that time frame. I had other thoughts though.... I had many a fantasy about Mary lee and this would be a perfect time to act on these fantasies.
The ground rules were set. I would go to the back door and knock. Eileen would answer and we would pretend that I would be a robber posing as a repairman and talk my way into the house. Eileen had agreed to this but she wanted to know how I had planned to restrain her. I explained that a robber rarely gets permission from his intended victim on anything, let alone the method of binding and gagging. Eileen just gave me a look and stuck her tongue out at me.
"Oh that will really cost you, the number one rule when you encounter a burglar is never stick your tongue out at him, you might make him angry." My little sister just replied with the same move. When I asked her if she was ready for our game, Eileen replied that it would be just a couple minutes, she wanted to change out of her school clothes and put on some jeans. I was too pent up, in anticipation and didn't want to waste the time waiting. (Like any typical 16-year-old girl my sister could take a long time getting dressed and "dolling" herself up). I talked her into just keeping what she had on. ...Her school clothes consisted of your basic every day boring catholic schoolgirl outfit of white short sleeve blouse, plaid jumper (which always seemed too short on Eileen because of her long legs), white ankle socks and black girlie type of shoes.
Besides I thought that this outfit kind of went with the scenario we had planned. We were ready to begin. I went outside to the back door and knocked. My little sister took her sweet time about answering. When she finally opened the door it was with the safety chain on. "Can I help you", she asked. Barely able to keep back a giggle, "hello", I said, "I'm with the Telephone Company and we are checking some lines in the neighbourhood, I need to come in and check your phones, are your parents home?" "No", Eileen replied, "I'm just here by myself and I really can't let anyone in." "Ok. But it might be quite awhile before we get back in this area again. I hope you could do without a phone for a long time". Eileen looked at me and playing her role to the hilt said, "well, I guess it would be ok. I know we need the phone, for my daddy's business and everything, I guess I could let you in".
Eileen took the chain off the door, and I walked in the house. We made casual repairman/schoolgirl conversation. She took me to the telephone and I pretended to work on it. "Is there another phone somewhere in the house", I asked. "Yes, there is one in my bedroom, right this way". At this point in "our games", I really started to get exited I knew what would happen next but, Eileen would have no idea and therefore would have to play off of my acting. We both entered her bedroom and I pretend to make conversation with her." so, did you say that know one else is home except yourself. Eileen took the cue perfectly and started to act a little nervous." my mom should be home within the next hour". I looked at her and said, "well that gives me plenty of time to rob your house than, doesn't it?
Eileen gasped and started to shake and cry, "PLEASE MISTER DON'T HURT ME". I thought to myself well there's the code sentence. I continued our little act..."do you have any rope in the house", I asked rather menacingly after grabbing her arm and holding her by it.
Eileen could have won an academy award when she looked at me with fake tears in her eyes and said, "wha...wha...do you need rope for mister? "I have to keep you out of the way while I ransack your home". "Oh please I won't do anything please don't tie me up, we don't have any rope in the house". I looked at her burglar to schoolgirl and said, "well I guess these will have to do" as I pulled out the torn bed sheets from were I had stashed them in her closet. I commanded her "put your wrist behind you so I can tie them". Please don't" she whimpered. "Now" I yelled. Eileen did as she was told pretend sobbing the whole way as I wound the torn material around her wrist. After I had tightly cinched them Eileen made a comment" hey, nice job, your getting rather good at this ". I thanked her for the compliment but, told her to get "back in character, if she wanted the academy award for best 16 year old, in a tie up scene. I then grabbed her arm with one hand and picked up the rest of the sheets with the other. I made her sit on the bed while I tied her ankles and knees. When it came time for the gag Eileen really got into her role and asked, "what are you going to do with that". "I have to keep you quiet so I'm going to tie this in you mouth.
She plead with me not to gag her (at this point I had to jump out of character and sincerely ask her if she was ok. because the very real tears and crying had me convinced that she was actually scared. (At this point I would have terminated the game. even tie-ups were not worth my good relationship with my little sister). When I did stop the game and inquired about her frame of mind Eileen chastised me for "breaking character", and said "the day I'm scared of you, will never come, now either gag me or not". "Remember Mary lee is coming over in about one half hour and I have to study". Well the "not scared of you" comment really set me off. How dare this little 16 year old girl not be afraid of my villainy? I put the cloth to my sister's mouth, she opened to receive it, and I put it between her lips. It was the first time that I realized how long the cloth was and I decided to do something that I never thought of before.
I wound the cloth around tightly once, than twice, than to my amazement (and judging by Eileen muffled comments, her amazement too), a third time before knotting it behind her hair at the nape of her neck. At this point I should point out that I was straddling Eileen's hips so I really was able to get some leverage into knotting the gag. "Hey, honey", pretty decent way of keeping a young girl quiet so a burglar can make a living, don't you think"? Eileen's only reply was a not so loud" MMMMPPPPHHFF". (But, believe it or not I think she was giggling under the muffling cloth.)
I told her that I would "look around for valuables", and that she should keep quiet and she wouldn't be hurt and that if she's a good girl I might come back and take off the gag. (I, at that point, had exhausted all the "bad guy phrases that I knew and besides I really had to go to the bathroom). I took one last concerned look at my little 16-year-old sister, lying helpless on her bed, and went to see a man about a horse.
It only took a couple of minutes but when I got back to her room Eileen was nowhere to be found. It absolutely scared the crap out of me. The bed was empty the lights were turned off and the room was dark. What if a real burglar showed up and helped himself to my helpless sister, what if he's still around and how would I explain this to my parents? Who would play tie - up games with me now? I walked into the room thinking Eileen rolled off the opposite side of the bed. I neglected to turn on the light, when BOOM. Before I knew it, I had tripped on something and landed flat on my face. I jumped up and quickly turned on the bedroom light. The something that I had tripped over was Eileen. She was giggling profusely behind her still very tight gag. She had somehow got off the bed, turned off the lights, and laid on the floor, just to play her trick on me. As she laughed while from the floor I noticed that she was laying on her stomach, her ankles were bent up to her hands and she was trying to untie her feet that way. Boy, did that give me ideas.
I reached down and grabbed her around the waist, and proceeded to dump her gently on the bed again. "I see that you have much too much movement young lady"; I said in my best and most menacingly burglar voice. "Let's see if we can rectify the situation." Eileen only gave me a very superior look as she continued to giggle.
It was then that I noticed that Eileen's plaid jumper had hiked up and I could see her white underpants. I said what any older brother would have said in this situation..."I see London I see France I see Eileen's underpants". She just giggled. Getting back to my role of the burglar, and not Eileen's older brother. I said "you have the longest, loveliest set of legs that I have ever seen on a young girl, but, we're going to see if we can make those gam's useless," So there won't be anymore practical jokes played on me.
With those words, I took another length of bed sheet and tied them around Eileen's bound wrist. I then grabbed her ankles and threaded the other end of the sheet through the ankle bindings. All this time Eileen was trying to look behind her and made urgent muffled inquiries as to what I was doing. Although at this point in my life I had no idea what a "hogtie" was. I did just that to my sister. (I guess every guy growing up looks fondly back at his first ball game, his first date and his first hogtie). I spared no strain when I pulled bare legs up. When I was done with the knot I noticed that her clenching fingers could actually touch her white lacy ankle socks. I got up off the bed and just looked down at my 16 year baby sister dressed in her finest catholic schoolgirl attire. Her jumper had risen well over her underpants, very tightly hogtied, the absolute tightest gag I had ever applied to her. I really wanted to just study her for awhile so I told her to role around on her side. When she shook her head "no", I couldn't resist, and gave her a sharp but very loving crack on her exposed butt. With a yelp Eileen did as she was told. (Still giggling on top of all this). I made her move into every position available to her, giving her a crack when she didn't move quick enough.
Unfortunately, and true to my word, I had to untie Eileen. We had a good conversation afterward sitting on her bed. I kept my arm around her the whole time and helped her to massage her wrists and cheeks. (Her face cheeks, not the other kind). As I had hoped, the bed sheets didn't leave any tell tale marks. Eileen and I talked about what she had liked about this tie - up, and what she didn't. She really likes the acting part of our games. She thought the "hogtie" was pretty inventive (at this time I actually felt that I had invented the "hogtie") she teased me about the tripping trick. And when I told her that I was initially scared that someone had taken her after my bathroom trip she seemed generally touched. Eileen also asked me if I really thought that her legs were nice, or was that just "the burglar" in me talking. I assured her that her legs were magnificent and that if she wanted to keep them that way she should work out with me at the gym. She thought that it would be fun.
Knowing that Mary lee was coming over I told Eileen that we had better clean up. After cleaning up the bed sheets (they had to be cut off with scissors) and making her bed, I got up the nerve to ask my sister if she thought Mary lee would be interested in our little secret life. Eileen just giggled the way she always seemed to do and said that she knew that sooner or later I was going to inquire about that. Eileen promised me that if I would leave them alone and let them study, she would ask Mary lee to participate. She also said that she couldn't make any promises agreed to this just as we heard a knock on the door. Before she could answer it I gave my little sister a very big brotherly bear hug and thanked her for "playing OUR game". She said that she had fun and that more times were coming in the future. Her parting words were "just relax a little on those gags please. (Yea...right I thought)
I never did get my chance with Mary lee that day. For whatever reason, Eileen never did ask her if she wanted to participate in our games. I didn't want to push it, for fear of ruining a good thing between my little sister and myself in fact our games sort of dwindled in the upcoming months. Eileen had her own things going on. (President of her class, cheerleading, etc. and so did I) but, I did get my opportunity about 6 months later. Eileen was about to celebrate her 17th birthday and Mary lee wasn't too far behind in age.
One spring day, I had just walked in the door from school. Eileen was already home making her bed and sort of straightening things up. She had already changed into a pair of short shorts, and tank top. I asked her what time my mom would be home and she said that she had called and it wouldn't be till much later. I started to form all kinds of kidnap scenarios in my brain, and was just about to ask Eileen if she wanted to play "burglar", when it dawned on me that I had to go back to school. (Ok, I admit it...I had to go back for "detention" for an hour.) I got in some minor trouble and had to pay the price." so what are your plans for this afternoon, I asked. "Oh Mary lee is coming over, and we are just gonna hang out and relax". My heart took a flying leap. I worked up some courage and asked," well, do you think we can play some "detective" when I get back, maybe you could talk her into joining us."
Eileen just looked at me with that, "dooooh", look that 16 year old girls give sometimes.
"Oh, not this again, I thought that you were over that stage. We haven't really played for quite some time".
"Well, if little miss president of the class/cheerleader would sit still long enough, maybe the "burglar" could sneak up on her", I quipped.
Eileen kind of glanced at the floor, not wanting to look me in the eye and said "Alex, I don't know about asking Mary lee, she might think that it's way to weird, I don't want her to tell anyone at school about these things."
"OK" I said," but do me a favour and just ask her; I should be back in an hour".
Eileen agreed to bring up the subject...... MAYBE.
Before I ran out the door for my "one hour prison sentence", I got a great idea. I had a tape recorder and I set it up behind my bedroom door and turned it on. The idea of hearing the two girl's conversation on this matter would be pretty darn interesting, and if I listened to the tape before talking to them I might have a good idea on how to approach Mary lee on the subject.
.... Needless to say, the next hour went by like a year. I sat in the class detention room and barely got my homework done. All I could think about was my younger sister and her best friend discussing weather or not they were going to allow themselves to be tied up and gagged by Eileen's older brother.
Finally we were allowed to go home. I ran almost the whole way. When I walked in the door my heart was pounding like the preverbal "Maxwell's silver hammer". I didn't see the girls at first, but I did hear them talking in my parent's room. I just had to go to the tape recorder first to see if I could pick up any "vibes" on how to approach these two 16 year old girls. The one reel of the recorder was "flopping in the breeze", so I knew that I must have something recorded on it. I kind of knew that the chance of getting a full conversation was pretty low, unless they stood right next to my doorway the whole time. I listened to bit's and pieces of the tape, and did hear the girls voices, but, only in the distance, and couldn't make out what they were saying.
I thought, "oh well, time to take the bull by the horns and just go approach them and feel the situation out." I walked into my parent's room and said hello to Mary Lee. She was lying on the bed, on her back talking to my sister.
"Hi, Alex ", she smiled, "I heard that you're a bad boy".
I guess at this point in the story I should stop and tell you a little about Mary lee. Physically, I thought she was an attractive girl. If I remember right she was just a little shorter than Eileen. Remember that this was the early 70's, so the Marsha Brady look was "in" for 16 and 17 year old girls. Mary Lee carried this look off a whole lot better than most of her contemporaries. Her hair was almost identical to the Brady girl being just past her shoulders and blond. Mary lee was just a cookie or two chunkier than Eileen was, but this was all do to lingering baby fat that was sure to come off in the near future. To put it mildly she wore this baby fat in some excellent spots. At this particular day she was dressed much like Eileen with her short shorts, tank top, gym shoes and ankle socks. Personality wise I can only describe her as sort of bubbly/sarcastic. For a girl her age she was extremely witty and was always keeping my family laughing with her jokes and stories.
Soo getting back to the story...I looked at her after the "bad boy " comments and then looked at my sister. Who didn't return my look, she was too busy fooling with her hair at my mother's dresser mirror.
"Soo", I said nervously', "Eileen told you about our little tie-up games, huh".
At that point there was dead silence in the room. Eileen whirled around and looked me straight in the eye.
"I haven't said anything about tie-up games you goof, she was referring to your detention hour".
I felt myself turning beet root red in the face.
"Look at Alex, turn blush .This must be quite the secret. Eileen does he really tie you up?"... Mary Lee chirped in.
Eileen looked at me with daggers in her eyes." Yea, sometimes I let him capture me when I am alone with him. He wants you to play too."
I held my breath waiting for an answer from this little blond cutie in front of me.
" I don't know, I let my little brother tie my hands once but, I got out right away."
"I will try and do better", I said, "I think that it would be a load of fun for all of us".
"Don't include me in on this ", said Eileen "Alex, you should have waited untill I told her in my own way."
Mary lee looked at the floor and said, "Well, I don't want to be tied up by myself. If Eileen won't do it neither will I ".
"Look", I said, "I have two ten dollar bills. You can each have one if you allow me to tie you up for one hour."
Both the girls eyes lit up.Visions of new outfits dancing in their eyes.
Finally, after some more coaxing the girls relented. On my suggestion we marched torward my bedroom. I went to the basement and retrieved the remaining torn up bed sheets that I had been using on Eileen.
I had recently seen a television show where a girl was tape gagged. I wanted to try that. I knew that duct tape would work well. I also knew that the girls would be upset when it came time to rip it off their faces. I opted for masking tape. I knew that they could work this off by wiggling their mouths. I hoped that they would go with the spirit of the game and pretend to be hopelessly gagged. That is until I split them up, and able to get them on a one on one basis. I HAD PLANS !
I rushed back in my sister's room. Both girls looked like they were having second thoughts. I figured I had better act quickly. After telling Mary lee to just relax and watch, I tied Eileen's wrists behind her, rather loosely.
"Well", that doesn't seem so bad", Mary lee said, "I guess I could go along with that".
She continued to watch as I tied Eileen's ankles."
"Ok sexy are you ready?"
I really had no idea where the word "sexy" came from. It just shot out ot my mouth on its own. The quick fleeting look in Mary Lee's eyes told me that she enjoyed the off handed comment. Mary lee just kind of half smiled nervously but did as I instructed, by rolling onto her stomach and putting her hands behind her. I climbed on top of her and straddled her hips. I wound the torn cloth around her wrists, and cinched it idenically to Eileen's. I remember thinking that "straddling" Mary lee gave me a whole lot better feeling than when I did the same to my sister.
After rolling her onto her back I tied her ankles together. I sat the two 16 year old girls next to each other, with their backs against the headboard. Both girls eyed me up as I picked up the roll of masking tape. Mary lee's eyes were as wide and inquisitive as could be. As soon as I ripped off the first 8-inch piece Mary lee said, "You're not going to put that over our mouths are you?"
Eileen looked at her and said, "Now you see what I go through, living with this guy"?
That was all my little sister had to say, as I tightly pressed the tape over her mouth. I ripped off a second similar piece. Mary lee's "last words", were a nervous but giggly, "I don't believe that I am letting you do this to Me.".
I stepped back, breathing very hard, and surveyed the best situation of my whole 18 years on the planet. Before me, sitting on my sister's bed were two 16 year old girls, dressed in short shorts, tank tops, tied with their hands behind them, ankles bound, and taped gagged. Although the masking tape was a very sorry excuse for what I considered a "GAG". I planned on rectifying that real soon.
I jumped on the bed and sat between my too young captives. My left arm around my sister, my right around Mary Lee. Both girls looked at me and made like they were trying to say something behind the gags.
"It's time to split you too up. Mary Lee you are coming with me".
Eileen put on her best damsel in distress act which, as I mentioned before, she was quite good at. She started to squirm and make pleading sounds behind the tape. Mary lee needed no lessons at all. She did the same, even making like she was crying.
Both girls realized that I was serious after I had unbound Mary lee's ankles and helped her to stand up. I grabbed Mary lee by the elbow's. I noticed that her wrists were getting loose. I had tied them that way on purpose. I was really afraid of scaring her off on the first time. Besides, I knew that once I had her alone, I could tie her tighter by telling her that this is the way Eileen gets tied.
The girls exchanged looks were priceless as I "forced" my blond captive out the bedroom door. Eileen just rolled her eyes as if to say "oh well, just another day at the office".
I forced marched my pleading blond captive about three feet out the door. Pushing her against the wall I ordered Mary Lee to stay still.
I looked back in the bedroom right into my bound little sister wide eyes.
With my voice dripping of sarcasm I said... " Don't worry Eileen. I promise that I won't hurt your gorgeous blond friend." I then proceeded to deliberatly run my tounge over my lips. She gave me a very startled, wide eyed look. I closed the bedroom door on that "look"
Mary lee kept up the pleading, crying routine. I was in heaven.
I brought Mary lee into my parent's bedroom and told her to sit on the bed. She did so and I took off the pathetic masking tape gag. The first words out of her mouth were a very sure,
"I could have got that tape off by myself you know".
"Really", I said, "I guess I'm not really that good at capturing girls".
"Oh, and another thing", she kept on giggling, "I was only pretending to be tied up. I could have got my hands free at any time."
"Get out", I faked surprise, "let me see your wrists"
Mary lee stood up and showed me the loose torn sheets around her hands. I reached down and simply pulled the material off.
"Hey, your a pretty good little escape artist. let me see if I could do better this time"
She, very self assuredly, placed her wrist behind her and allowed me to tie her up again. This time there was no fooling around. I tied her the best way I knew how.
"Gee, you sure did something different this time, but, watch me get loose".
In my best "burglar" voice I said, "sit down on that bed young lady you are not done yet."
Mary lee did as she was told. I tied her ankles quite tightly, which seemed to surprise her. When I started to tie her knees she looked at me with the biggest "doe" eyes and said, "Hey you're really tying me up"!
I didn't answer her at this time. I was too busy thinking about how good it felt when I brushed against her bare thighs as I tied her knees. Too good in fact not to make it last a while longer.
After I had her knees tied I made pretend that I didn't like the job I had done on them. I slowly untied her knees. I just as slowly, tied them again. I did this a third time before I decided that I had better not push my luck.
When I was done with her knees, I instructed Mary lee to kneel on the floor.
She looked at me with the same doe eyes and questioned "Why?" There seemed to be a small amount of fear in her voice.
"Because there is a burglar in the house and he ordered you to get on your knees. That's why!!"
Mary Lee, always the good actress did as she was told.
I got out a strip of bed sheet. Mary lee eyed up the strip in my hand and inquired about my intentions?
I just smiled and brotherly held both her shoulders. She just looked over her shoulder at me.
"I am going to tightly put this sheet between your lips. I am then going to pull it tight and knot it behind your hair. How you cooperate depends on how tight it will be."
"But, you gagged me with that tape before. let's just pretend that I can't get the tape off my mouth, ok?
I looked at her and said, "Remember, You bragged about getting the tape off. You also boasted about getting your wrists undone. I am going to show you what it's really like to be a kidnap victim, ok?
Mary lee just eyed me up. Maybe she wanted to keep playing this game and maybe not. I read this in her _expression and kind of decided to make the decision for her.
" Open your mouth please", I asked.
She quickly put her head down and I heard her giggling as she said "uhhhh-uhhhh" through a tightly closed mouth.
"Ok." I said, "are you ticklish?".
Mary lee screamed as my fingers did their dirty work. I couldn't decide which I wanted to do more , tickle this cute blond or gag this cute blond. Mary lee made the decision for me. She begged me to stop. I said that she would open her mouth for me. She did this, but only very slightly.
I said, "Hey beautiful, the tickle monster is coming back unless that mouth gets open considerable wider."
She reluctantly opened, and I cleaved the sheet between her parted lips. I decided, for one reason or another that Mary lee was even more "gagable" than Eileen. I pulled the cloth very tight as I wound it around her head looking in her eyes the whole time.
The first time around her head she looked rather amused. The second wind there seemed to be a questionable look on her face. The third time, her eyes seemed to get really wide and almost panicky. I didn't want to scare her so I decided that she was more than adequately silenced. As I was finished tugging and tying off the gag at the back of her blond neck she lost her balance in the kneeling position. The only thing holding her up was the gag itself in my hands.
I stepped back to survey my work. One 16-year-old blond fox, resembling "Marcia Brady", kneeling on a darken bedroom floor.Her wrists are tied behind her, torn sheets are tied around knees and ankles.
"Hey Mary lee, you should be ok. Your young girl friend needs some tight attention in the other bedroom."
I went over and gently put my hand on her shoulder.
"Nod if you're ok, and remember that this is only a fun game, and nothing more than a game".
Mary lee nodded her head and her eyes looked sparkly. I could see her working to try and loosen the sheet in her mouth. With an amazed look on her face she looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, "Ah cont gethh ith outh ov ma mothh". After asking her to repeat what she was saying I realized she was trying to tell me that she was amazed that she couldn't work the gag out of her mouth.
" That's the whole idea behind being gagged and tied, there isn't a whole lot that you can do.Now, be a good girl. I want to see you kneeling in this position when I get back. I have to better secure my little sister in the other room."
I made a point of touching and checking the ties on her wrists, knees ankles, and mouth.
Mary lee didn't even try and struggle as I left. I knew that she was saving her energy, after I was out of the room. It wasn't in her nature to give up so easily. Grabbing a handful of torn sheets, I headed for my sister's room
As I opened the door of my bedroom. I was a little surprised that Eileen had not freed herself from the loose bonds. I had done this because she was the first to be bound, with Mary lee observing. I was afraid of scaring off my new "victim".
Eileen was lying on her stomach, with her face toward the wall, where I couldn't see it. I noticed that her ankles were still tied. A pillow was placed on top of her bound wrists, to conceal them. I wondered what that was all about.
"Let me see your face", I barked in my best burglar voice.
Eileen complied, and looked right into my eyes. The masking tape was still over her lips but it was quite evident that it had been taken off and then re-applied.
"Keep quiet, and don't make any noise, and you and your pretty blond friend might make it to your 14th birthday", I growled.
Eileen's dark brown eyes opened wide in feigned terror.
"I have to go check on your friend and finish ransacking your home. Lay still and be a good girl".
I stepped out of the room, closed the door behind me, and counted to ten. At ten, I quickly opened the door just in time to see Eileen trying to untie her ankles, the tape still over her mouth. My little sister screamed in both a surprised and laughing type of way. She knew that she was in big trouble. A brief wrestling match ensued. Eileen and I had wrestled in the past many times. The more she got older the more I enjoyed it. The matches always ended exactly when I wanted them to. I would let Eileen get the upper hand for a few minutes, at times. In the long run though it was a mute point. Although Eileen was in very good shape, she weighed 110 pounds soaking wet. I, on the other hand tipped the scales at 200.
The wrestling match ended just when I decided. Within minutes I had my brunette 16-year-old sister, hogtied with torn bed sheets. With out a doubt, this was by far the tightest I had ever tied Eileen. I can only describe this hogtie as BRUTAL. My younger sister's wrists were not only touching her ankles, but also were past them pointing towards her knees.
This is one of the reasons that I always used either torn bed sheets or neckties to bind Eileen. You can really bear down on them and effectively tie the victim, without cutting off circulation or ripping the skin. Eileen had commented in past on how they didn't hurt as much as rope. I had tried rope on her in the past, but I didn't really know how to use it properly. It's a whole different ballgame.
"Eileen, do you think you an be quiet long enough for me to go get Mary lee from the other room and bring her back in?, I asked.
"Maybe", she said, "What are you going to do if I decide to scream for help".
With that we both broke up laughing.
"Is this your first tie-up game young lady", I asked." I think you know that I will gag you as tightly as you are now tied. I will set a record on the torque meter when I pull this cloth between your lips. It won't be pleasant.
"Okay, okay, okay" she hurriedly exclaimed, "I will keep my yap shut".
I got up, opened the door, and took one last look at my 16 year old sister laying on her stomach. Her wrists tied cruelly tight behind the back and anchored to bound ankles. Her parting words were
"Alex, please don't leave me like this for too long. I don't know if I can take it".
"If it's any concilation Eileen, you will have company in about 10 minutes. I plan on tying Mary lee just a little tighter than you."
Eileen just let out a low 'I give up' type of moan as I closed the door behind her. Mary lee was probably ready for a new position, and I was just the guy to put her in it.
leaving my sister, tightly hogtied in her bedroom I immediately headed back to my parent's room. I slowly opened the door. There was Mary lee still bound at ankles and knees with her wrists tied tightly behind her back. The gag looked even tighter now. I had left Mary lee in a kneeling position on the floor. She was now laying face down on the bed. Her legs were in a long, tense type of position. I attributed that to the intense struggling she must have done after I had left her alone.
I had noticed her legs in the past. While not as long and defined as Eillen's, they were still some awesome gams for a 16 year old girl. Her pink short shorts and matching pink ankle socks helped to highlight both her legs and cute butt.
As soon as Mary lee saw me she started to squirm and frantically mew behind the extremely tight, white gagging cloth jammed in her mouth. I could tell by the frantic look in her eyes that something was wrong. The fact that she was helplessly tied and gagged by her best friend's older brother might have been a factor. I asked her if everything was ok and did I need to untie her. It would have crushed me to do so. I had to keep telling myself that this was just a game and these girls were only 16 years old. They could get scared at any moment at this "game".
Mary lee just answered my question with more frantic "mmmppphhing". I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to turn her over on her back. For some reason I thought that she didn't want to be face down on the bed, but couldn't turn her-self over.
Boy was I ever wrong at this assumption. When I tried to turn her over she really went wild and her frantic gag talk came out as "ma blotthhh cam undothh.... uthigh ma hanth". I quickly started working to un-gag her. I took time to admire my work as I did so. It took me a good 2 or 3 minutes to work the tightened knots from the back of her neck. It didn't help that her long beautiful hair was a mess from her struggling.
Finally when I had the gag loose she just kind of gasped for air and giggled. I was worried about her welfare but Mary lee explained the problem to me.
She said, "Alex, please untie my hands, my blouse popped open and I need to re-button it."
My immediate thought was to ask her if I could flip her over and re-button it myself. I fought the urge and quickly untied her wrist. She asked me to turn around while she buttoned up. I reluctantly did so. I then realized that I could easily just look in the dresser mirror to see all that I wanted to see. I really didn't feel like that was appropriate. Maybe I was afraid of getting caught. I had no way of knowing what Mary lee's reaction would be. So, I just averted my eyes until she told me the coast was clear.
I guess I should mention that Mary lee's white blouse was one of those sleeveless tank top type of deals. It had both a collar with buttons all the way down in front.I turned around and was met with an awesome sight.
Here was a blond "Marcia Brady" look alike kneeling on the bed dressed in a tank top and short shorts, un-gagged, freed wrists, but still tied at her knees and ankles. Mary lee looked at me and outstretched both her arms and exclaiming "ta-da". I told her to sit at the edge of the bed so we could talk. She did as I asked. I sat very close to her . She didn't seem to mind. I asked her if she was ok with this game. She went on to tell me that one time when she was babysitting she let the two little boys tie her to a chair. She admitted that my gagging was the first time that anyone had ever done that to her. She went on to say that she could have freed her wrists of the rope at any time, but, stayed "tied Up" for the boys for one half hour, so they would eventually go to bed. She also mentioned that the boys had tried to put a piece of tape over her mouth, but she wouldn't allow them to do so.
"So how come you let me gag you," I asked.
She looked at me and laughed, "Like you gave me much of a choice Mr. Burglar". With that she gently grabbed my arm and shook it to make her point. I kind of liked that.
"Ready to continue being a kidnap victim" I asked her.
She looked at me. I thought that for sure she would say that she was tired with the whole ordeal.
"Since when does a burglar ask permission to tie up his victims? She inquired.
I was ecstatic with that response but, remained cool'
"OK," I said, "I want you to comb your hair and put it in a ponytail. It won't get in the way again".
"In the way of what"? she inquired.
"In the way of me tying a gag around your mouth" I retorted.
"Ohhhhh, we can't have THAT can we?" she cooed sarcastcally.
Mary lee did as I asked, getting up and hopping over to my mothers dresser. I watched as she stroked her long blond hair with the brush. It was really the first time that I had watched a young girl comb her hair. I found it quite enjoyable. After about 2 or 3 minutes of this. I walked up behind Mary lee as she was just finishing pulling her hair back and knotting a rubber band in the ponytail.
I said "OK. We are going for a walk. You can rejoin your little friend in the other room".
Mary lee took the cue and went right back into her damsel in distress type of character."
"You won't hurt me will you" she pleaded.
"Not if you co-operate and don't give me any trouble", I sternly said.
"I'll be good", she promised.
"Here's the deal, I am going to untie your legs for right now, if you try and run or scream you'll be in big trouble, understand".
Her only response was a frightened nod of the head.
At this time I realized that during our whole conversation we were looking in each other's eyes through the mirror. For some reason I found this extremely cool.
I stooped down and started to unwind her ankles. Mary Lee kind of shifted her weight and moved a little bit. Without even thinking I gently put my hand on the back of one of her bare thighs. In my most intimidating burglar voice I barked,
"Hey, no moving around I told you".
During this whole sentence I kept my hand on the back of her upper thigh, with the pretence of steadying her.
"You have some very nice legs, are you a dancer?", I asked trying to keep my voice as thick and intimidating as possible.
Mary Lee seemed a little confused and didn't know what to do or say.
"I asked you a question, do your great legs come from dancing?"
My hand was now all over her legs. Carresing the inside of her calf and travelling up her thigh.
Mary Lee broke character when she stated....... " Alex, I don't feel right about you touching me. Will you please stop?
I immediatly took my hand off her leg and said......
"OK sweetie", we have to get you into the other room, there is any number of ways to do this".
Mary lee interrupted, "We could try something real silly and walk", she giggled.
I sternly looked at her, "That precisely, is the kind of comment that will get you in a load of trouble young lady".
"Sorry," she cowered.
"Here's the options", I began to explain
#1...I could tie you up again with bound legs and carry you, either like a husband carries a bride over the threshold or I could carry you over my shoulder. I could just tie your hands behind you and let you walk with or without a leash around your neck.The look in her eye told me she was opposed to that idea. We could do the "Abduction Dance".
Mary lee took the bait perfectly when she inquired,
"Alex, just what is the "abduction dance"?
I took my cue and very quickly put my hand over her mouth. Mary lee was very surprised at this action and let out an involuntary "mmmppphhhfff" sound. She brought her hands up to touch mine. I looked in the mirror and remember thinking to myself that this particular instant in time was the very best of my 18 years on this earth so far. I looked in the mirror, right in the eyes of this beautiful 16-year-old girl. Her big blue eyes were wide and temporarily fearful as I held her mouth closed. It took all of 25 seconds for her to settle down. I quickly let my other arm drag both her arms down, pinning them to her sides as I held her from behind. I didn't want this moment to ever end. I pulled her close to me rather tightly.