"Hold still Beth!. Don't pull until I get the knot tied." My younger brother instructed.
I resigned myself to wait another couple of minutes while Ben fiddled with the final passes on the ropes binding my wrists. The process took longer than I wanted it to. But, a minute later it went tight and he pulled away from where I was sitting.
"There, all done. Have fun." He commented as he scooted away from me to start working on his own ropes.
Ben was 10 years old at the time this story takes place. I was a year my brother's senior. Our surnames were Elizabeth and Benjamin. But, like most kids our age we went with the shortened version for conversations. I pulled against the rope that binding my wrists together behind my back as I sat on the carpeted floor in our basement. It always surprised me how well Ben could tie my hands even if his hands were already tied behind his back. Both of our hands were tied criss cross with some horizontal wraps reinforced with versatile cinches. I had learned how to tie somebody up watching some videos on YouTube about 6 months ago after Ben had asked me to perform the act on him. Originally, it had taken him about 5 minutes to escape that initial situation. Now, it normally took considerably longer.
These events took place several years ago and I am currently 19 at the time I am writing this up. I just started college this fall and I found this site. I had some experiences growing up with what a lot of the older posts on this site refer to as Tie Up Games and I thought I might share a few of my own. Ben was a short stalky kid with short cut red auburn hair and a face full of freckles. He was slightly undersized for his age at the time and was game for just about anything. In this particular instance it was a Saturday morning. We were still in our nightwear killing off some time while we had Nickelodeon on in the background.
Ben was wearing a one piece set of pajamas that looked like a charmander costume from Pokémon. It bright orange with long sleeves and legs. It had an attached hood with a painted on face and even a tail that ended in a little yellow ball to serve as the charmander's flame. At that age Pokémon was the main focus of his life. He was also wearing some orange slippers that looked like dinosaur feet. The sleeves on the outfit had little mitts that folded over the hands to look like paws. They were slit so he could take his hands out if he needed them. Overall, he looked rather adorable in my opinion if not a little silly.
I was wearing some flannel pajama pants, socks and a long sleeve t-shirt. I was probably average size for my age at the time. I had green eyes and a light brown hair like my mother. I normally wore it a little past my shoulders in length and preferred to tie it back in a ponytail. I shifted a few feet away from my brother on the floor as well and started twisting the ropes against each other. They held pretty securely against my efforts. It normally would take about 45 minutes to an hour to squirm loose at this point in the history of our tie ups. As we got older that time would increase and sometimes escape would prove impossible.
The items we had for tying were rather limited at this point in my childhood. The main piece of rope was a white piece of quarter inch clothes line. Originally it had been about 30 feet long when we had found it and in relatively good shape. I had cut it in half with a pair of scissors and burned the ends in the fireplace we had in our living room to keep them from fraying. One piece of it was about 15 feet and the other was slightly longer. These were generally used to tie hands as they were in this case when both of use were restrained at the same time. We also had two jump ropes some place between 6 and 8 feet long. They weren't particularly effective, but they could serve as materials to tie feet together when we needed additional rope.
I was sitting leaning my back against an old sofa that served as a third of the furniture in our basement living room set up. The sofa, chair and seat sat in a L shape on top of a 12 foot square piece of carpet in one corner of the based. I watched as Ben struggled about 5 feet away from me. He was lying on his stomach rolling back and forth with his head resting on an oversized pillow. His attention was split between watching the television and trying to extricate himself from the ropes. He was putting fourth more of an effort trying to free himself than I was. But, it wasn't yielding much progress. He was always a real wriggle worm when somebody tied him up.
I had done the initial phase of the tying binding Bens hands behind his back and securing his legs with one of the jump ropes. This game had started about half an hour after breakfast. I had tied my own feet and let Ben bind my hands after the fact. All things considered he had done a pretty good job. We spent the next half hour or so working against the ropes and just watching television. It was about that time that the basement door opened with a loud creak and I knew we were about to be discovered. My father slid the door back and started down the stairs. After about 10 steps down the stair case our position was in clear view.
"I wondered why it was so quiet down here." He stated as he finished descending the stair case.
He crossed from the bottom of the stair case to where we were sitting. Ben rolled onto his side and sat up. He met my approaching father's gaze. Our father was a slightly overweight man in his early 40's. He was the source of Ben's blue eyes and red hair. However, at this point in his life he was a bald as Mr. Clean. He lost most of his hair to the center of his head in his early 30's and just shaved the remainder of it off.
My father was raising us on his own at the time of this story. He had divorced my mother about 5 years earlier. It was a heated issue that I won't get into at this point in my story. She lived in another state having taken a fairly lucrative job offer. My Dad worked from home selling insurance. We normally saw my mother once or twice a month at the most. They were on speaking terms for our sake, but the relationship was over. My father crossed the room and looked down at us and just laughed.
I honestly don't believe he really approved of our games. But he never made a huge deal out of it. I don't know if our mother knew about them or not at this point. It was quite some time ago and I don't remember all the details. He crossed the room and knelt down behind my brother. He reached over and started looking for the knot that was securing Ben's hands.
"Honestly, where did you kids learn how to do this?" He asked as he untied the knot and started trying to unwrap my brother's hands.
"The internet, where else." I replied. Ben sat there looking disappointed that the game was already coming to an end.
Normally if my Dad found us stuck he would just leave us to our own devices. However toady something else must have been on his mind. He finished releasing Ben's hand ropes and started over towards where I was sitting. Ben slipped his hands out of the paws on his outfit and started working on his feet. My Dad knelt down and started reaching for the ropes binding my wrists. Initially I pulled away, but the look he gave me showed that he wasn't in the mood.
"We're leaving in half an hour to go shopping remember? You two need to get ready. I am alright with your brother dressing like a dinosaur at home, but not out in public." My father replied as he undid the ropes securing my hands.
Once my hands were free he started working my feet. The jump rope gave him some more trouble because it had the plastic handles on the ends and they proved difficult to work back through the knot. Still, it only took him two minutes to completely extract me from the situation. By that point Ben had feed himself and was already starting up the stairs towards our room to get dressed for the outing.
"I know shopping isn't your favorite thing on a Saturday. But, Ben needs new shoes and you two could use a few more outfits as well. Besides we'll head out to Mc Donald’s for lunch and you two can play your game some more when we get home this afternoon." He stated with a quiet smile. With that he stepped away and stared back up the stairs. I took a moment and rubbed my wrists before standing up and following him.
Well, that is where I am going to end my first story here. I would appreciate some feedback and I would like to know if there would be more interest in my childhood. There is a part two to this story that I am thinking about posting if you folks want to hear it. However, I am wondering if you want me to make part of it the actual specifics of our shopping trip. Nobody gets tied up during it. But it would shed some more background on a few other incidents and my family's history as well. Let me know.