
What really happened? How did I get to be in this mess?
Let’s see. I know I was coming home later than agreed, so I tried to sneak in as quietly as possible but, unfortunately, my mother was standing right beside the door.
“What time do you call this then, missy?†she furiously asked, “You were supposed to be home several hours ago! Now you will have to take the consequences, for not obeying me and having me stay up half the night. Not to mention missing my favourite program on TV. All because of you!†With that, she was on top of me, like a ton of bricks. She wrestled me to the floor and quickly tied my elbows and wrists behind my back with a rope, she had hidden in her hands, making sure I couldn’t get at the knots with my fingers too easily, shoved a cloth in my mouth and put several pieces of sticky tape over my mouth. I tried to protest, but the only thing that came out of my taped mouth was muffled moans. She pushed me towards my bedroom and made me sit down on the chair next to my desk. She wound several more feet of rope around my bound arms and torso above and below my breasts all the way to my waist, pinning me firmly to the back of the chair. Then she took another long piece of rope and tied my feet firmly together, from my knees all the way down to my ankles. Then she said “Now you sit here and be quiet, while I watch the news and try to calm down! Then I’ll decide if I’ll free you, or if you’re to be tied up some more. OK? And by the way, you‘re so grounded for at least the next month!â€
What could I say, even if I had been able to speak? I just hung my head, feeling sorry for myself.
She left me sitting there, but she didn’t close the door so she could hear me if I got into trouble. As soon as she had left, I tried to find a way to get free, but she had either tied the knots to tightly, or in such a way I couldn’t get at them. Fifteen minutes later, I was drenched in sweat, but no nearer freeing myself. I still tried for another fifteen minutes or so, but to no use.
One and half hours later, she came back and took the ropes off around my elbows, wrists, torso and legs, but left me gagged. “I’m still mad,†she said, “but I’ll let you go to bed. Goodness knows I ought let you sit there all night, but that would be too cruel. Now put this on and lie down on your back and no objections. You can brush your teeth tomorrow!†she said in a stern voice, holding out a pair of footy pyjamas. I took off all of my clothes and put them on the chair I had been sitting on. After that I put the pyjamas on. It was a bit warm for the season, but who was I to complain?
When I had laid down on the bed, my mother retied my wrists tightly in front of me in an X fashion, and then the knees and ankles, cinching the knee- and ankleties off in the middle, making it equally as tight as that on my wrists. She pulled the duvet up to my shoulders and said good night. I had a hard time sleeping that night, partly because of the tightness of the ties and partly because I was hot and sweaty in my pyjamas.
When she came into my room in the morning and released me from my bonds and took the tapegag off, I immediately said, “I’m so sorry for last night!†and gave her a big hug. “That’s all right, sweetie,†she said. “Just never do it again, or I’ll will have no choice but to do this all over again. Do you understand?â€
I said I understood, and went to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
“I’m not mad at you any more, but you’re still grounded!†she shouted after me.