14 - Revenge all round
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By Jon (McA)
Thu Jul 16 21:03:16 UTC+0100 1998
This is the last part of the story of my evening with Susan, who was babysitting both me and her younger sister Karen. My parents and Susan and Karen's parents were all away overnight, so Susan was looking after us all at her house. Susan was 16 and Karen and I both 13 or 14.
To recap, we had played a tie-up-and-escape game where Susan had been hog-tied and she had managed a magnificent escape. Susan's condition for playing the game had been that Karen should also be tied up but Karen and I reneged on the deal. Susan's subsequent revenge left Karen and me tied to chairs while she went to bed. We didn't get ourselves free until one in the morning.
A good night's sleep seemed to have dulled the developing chain of vendettas from the previous night. The three of us met up in the morning in the kitchen. Discussion over breakfast finally revealed what had been going on between the girls. It seemed that Susan had made several abortive attempts to tie Karen up in the past, but none had been successful. When Susan had been making preparations to tie me up (see my first story about Susan), she had finally got to grips with the principles involved. Karen had assisted Susan in working out some of the fine details of the tie-up that she was developing. Karen had also acted as test subject. Susan's thanks to Karen for this help had been to put her in a hog-tie for several hours. Karen was naturally annoyed by this treatment, but had not really got her own back until she and I had hog-tied Susan the previous evening. It transpired, then, that the two girls had each been using me as an agent for revenge on the other.
'In fact,' pointed out Susan, 'it's Jon that's been tying both of us up!' I was about to protest the spin that was being put on my actions, when Karen replied, 'Yes, he has - the rotter!' I suddenly realised where the conversation was going. 'Let's get him!' said Karen. I didn't stand a chance against the two of them. They grabbed me and dragged me into the sitting room, which was still strewn with socks and scarves from the previous evening's games. 'I should have left him in the chair,' said Karen. 'We could put him back,' suggested Susan, reasonably.
The tying proceeded more or less as it had the previous evening, with a certain amount of improvisation. They tied me back to the chair with a long scarf. My ankles were tied to the chair legs with long socks and my knees back to the chair legs and down to the front corners of the seat with scarves. They couldn't work out how to tie my arms as I had tied Karen, so they just tied my wrists behind my back. My gag from the previous evening had been a long socks with a big knot in the middle and they re-used it on me, now cold, soggy and unpleasant. When they had finished, the girls admired their work and looked really pleased with themselves.
It was about ten o'clock on Saturday morning when the girls finished tying me up. They suddenly realised that they ought to do a quick tidy up before their parents came home. Accordingly, they tidied, dusted and vacuumed round me while I sat watching them. Neither of them showed any sign of being about to release me.
About eleven o'clock, when, as it happened, both the girls were tidying upstairs, the front door opened and the girls' mother let herself in. She called out, 'Hello!' then came into the sitting room, to find me tied up there. She did a truly wonderful double take and was still staring at me when first Karen, then Susan came into the room. 'Hello, Mum,' said Susan rather lamely. 'What's going on?' asked her mother. 'Just a game,' was the reply. I'm not sure what the girls' mother was thinking, but she decided not to escalate the situation. She just said, 'I think you'd better let him go.' While Susan and Karen started untying me, their mother stayed in the room watching proceedings. As soon as I could speak she asked me, 'Did you agree to this?' I replied (fairly diplomatically), 'Not entirely.' This seemed to confirm the girls' mother's suspicions. 'I don't think that's very fair,' she commented. After a pause she added, 'After all, you wouldn't like it if Jon did that to you.' Both girls dissolved in laughter over this, but didn't seem inclined to tell their mother about the tying up games of the previous evening which made that comment so funny. Their mother was making a serious point and was clearly annoyed at their reaction. 'I think Jon should do that to you two, and you can see how much you like it,' she said crossly, 'And I've a good mind to help him do it.'
In the event the girls' mother didn't help, but she was adamant that the girls should have a taste of their own medicine and invited me to tie them up. I accepted with a suitable show of apparent reluctance ('Are you sure that would be all right?')
Having been given full permission to do it, I proceeded to tie the two girls to dining room chairs. While I had been tied up, I had worked out a slightly better tie-up than the one I had used on Karen the previous evening. I made a start on Susan. I still used a long scarf to tie her body to the chair back, but this time I stood behind the chair and passed the scarf over her left shoulder, diagonally across her chest and under the chair back below her right arm. I brought the two ends together behind the chair back, twisted them round each other, the took one end over her right shoulder and the other under the chair back below her left arm. I finally knotted the ends where they met just above her left hip. Susan looked surprised; I think it was more secure than she expected. I used another long scarf across her lap, round the back legs of the chair and back again, knotting it where the ends met in the middle of her lap.
Susan was now looking worried and Karen looked as though she couldn't decide whether to be amused at Susan's predicament or worried about what her own would be. I got Karen to fetch Susan some gloves and socks and to get some for herself. I explained to their mother that I didn't want them to suffer any chafing. When Karen returned, Susan put the gloves on and co-operated while I put the socks on her feet. I tied Susan's wrists behind her back with a long sock and hitched the binding onto the X formed by the scarf tying her to the chair back. Susan was wearing a skirt today, so, rather than tie her legs to the chair legs, I tied her ankles together with another sock, then tied one end of a scarf to her ankle binding and pulled them back under the chair seat. I tied off the other end the same point that I had tied her wrist binding.
The girls' mother had been watching the proceedings with interest. About half way through my tying of Susan, she said, 'You've done this before, havent you?' I admitted that I had, but she made no further comment. When I had almost finished tying Susan, she observed, 'You won't have enough there to do Karen,' and directed Karen to fetch some more scarves. Karen looked thoroughly betrayed, but did as she was told.
Karen's tying followed the same pattern, with Susan looking on with increasing amusement as Karen pouted more and more. When I had nearly finished tying her up, Karen complained loudly, 'This just isn't fair, Mum!' 'I say it is,' was her mother's reply.
'Very neat,' commented the girls' mother as I stood up after finishing tying Karen. 'Now, girls, why don't you say sorry to Jon.' 'Sorry, Jon,' they chimed in chorus.
'You gagged Jon as well,' the girls' mother continued, 'why was that?' There was a long pause, then Karen said, 'Well, it goes with tying up...' Susan glared at Karen; she had worked out where the logic was leading, even if Karen hadn't. Their mother turned to me and said, 'You'd better finish the job then, Jon.' She asked me how I was going to do it. I said I would put handkerchiefs in the girls' mouths then tie scarves over them. She told me where to find some clean handkerchiefs, which I fetched, then I gagged first Susan then Karen, making sure they could breath easily.
The girls were now both thoroughly tied and gagged. I then announced that, as it was now twelve o'clock, I really ought to go home as my parents would be back. The girls' mother said that was probably a good idea and bade me good-bye.
As I left the girls' house, I met their father coming in. I hovered just long enough to see his astonishment at finding his daughters both bound and gagged, with their mother's apparent approval.
Postscript
Well, that's about it. That Friday evening and the following Saturday morning were one of the wierdest experiences of my life. It's taken three postings to get the whole story in, but I hope it's been worth reading despite the length.
Accurate? Yes, I think so, within the limits of memory. I'm even confident about most of the dialogue in this one.
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Jon (McA)'s stories
- 01 - Tying Up Jill (mmF/f)
- 02 - Tying Bob’s Mum (mm/F)
- 03 - Ambushing Mum (mff/F)
- 04 - Jill’s Revenge (mmF/f)
- 05 - Retribution (F/mmf)
- 06 - Ambuhing Jill (mmF/f)
- 07 - Games with Janet (mm/ff)
- 08 - A Knotty Problem (mff/self)
- 09 - Pot Boiler (f/m)
- 10 - Burglars (mf/mf)
- 11 - Babysitting à la mode (f/m)
- 12 - An Evening With Susan and Karen (mf/f)
- 13 - Susan gets her own back (f/fm)
- 14 - Revenge all round (ff/m, m/ff)
- 15 - Handcuffs for Two (mm/fF, Ff/mm)
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