Samantha : 04 - Lessons from Mom & Secret Agents (f/f)
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04 - Lessons from Mom & Secret Agents
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By Samantha
Friday, February 10th 2006 - 06:03:39 PM
Lessons from Mom
A few days after the game with my mom, Becky was pushing me to play another game. She really was a tie up freak. She wanted to tie me up and give me a certain amount of time to get loose. I said it was pointless because it was impossible to get out of the tape anyway. She said we could use other things besides tape to tie up, and it would leave more chance to get out. I reluctantly agreed on the condition she would only use tape on my mouth.
So we searched around the house for things to use. We got a few bandannas, some scarfs, two bathrobe belts, and a few of my dad's leather belts. I didn't want to use his ties because he may get angry if we ruined them.
Becky pretended we were both secret agents on the opposite sides, and she had captured me. She tied my hands behind me with a scarf and strapped my feet and legs together with the leather belts. They went around my ankles 3 or 4 times before the little spike would reach the hole and around my thighs twice I think. She sat me in a chair and used the bathrobe belts to tie around my chest and the back of the chair. She used another of my dad's belts to strap around my stomach and through the bars on the back of the chair. Finally she gagged me with a bandana in my mouth and tape over it.
It took me less time to escape than it did to tie me up. The scarf wasn't very tight on my wrists and I was able to slip them out. It was no problem untying myself from there.
Becky looked disappointed, and wanted to try again. She tied me the same as before, except she tied my hands much tighter. It took me a few minutes, but I was able to pick at the big knot and loosen it enough to escape. With my confidence up, I joked with Becky that she would never be able to tie me up with anything but tape. She said she could with rope, but we didn't have any.
So we went downstairs and asked my mom for rope. She said rope was dangerous because it was hard to cut if something went wrong. She went up stairs and came back with a bunch of old nylons and pantyhose we could have. She said this would work.
Before she gave it to us we had a long talk. She said she and her sisters used to play tie up games when they were little and they had a lot of fun, so it was okay if we played. They had played on their own, and done some stuff that was probably dangerous. She wanted to tell us about safety first. She gave us a pair of safety scissors that were strong, but had a dull tip. We had to keep them close by at all times while someone was tied up in case of an emergency. She also lectured us about not tying anything on the neck or using too tight gags because of dangers of choking. We could not leave someone tied up alone for more than a few minutes, especially if they were gagged. She also said at any time if someone hummed the ABCs they had to be released immediately. We were only supposed to use it in emergencies, like if we felt sick, or went numb, or were going to pee our pants. She suggested using socks on our hands to protect the wrists and make the knots harder to untie. This was good for that reason. But I found out it could be bad the hard way. The socks for our hands usually came right off our feet, this left barefeet. Barefeet usually ment tickled feet!
After her lecture, which seemed to take an hour, we were actually pretty scared. She assured us we could be safe and still have fun. Next she showed us effective ways to tie up with the nylons. She told us stories of her and our aunts while she tied our hands in front of. Then we practiced tying and escaping for a bit on each other and her. After awhile Becky and I went upstairs to play our secret agent escape game.
...to be continued
Samantha
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Friday, February 10th 2006 - 09:19:20 PM
Secret Agents
I agreed to let Becky tie me up first. I wasn't as confident about escaping as before, but thought I still had a chance. Becky wasn't nearly as good as my mom at tieing.
She put my socks over my hands and tied them together behind me with a pair of nylons. She did a good job, they were pretty tight. She sat me in the chair and used the belts to tie my legs at the ankles and above my knees. Another belt went around my waist and through the chair bars in the back. Again, she used the bathrobe belts to tie around my upper body and the chair. Becky retrieved the egg timer from the kitchen as the bomb, and set it for 1/2 an hour. Finally she blindfolded me tightly with a scarf. She said she wasn't going to gag me because she was going to watch TV downstairs, and to yell if I needed anything. Before she left she said "Oh one more thing, this bomb isn't an ordinary bomb...its a TICKLE BOMB! With that she left the room.
I really felt like a captured secret agent. Bound tightly to a chair and blindfolded, I could only struggle and listen to the ticks of the bomb that would be my demise.
I tried to use brute force to slip my hands out first, but it was way to tight and strong. I thought i could feel the knot, but with the socks on my hands there was no way I could untie it. It was so small and tight I wasn't even sure if Becky would be able to untie it. I struggled around and wiggled in the chair, trying to find any weakpoints. The robe belts around my chest weren't that tight, The belt around my stomach was what was really limiting my movement. I explored with my sock hands and found the buckle, but it was on the other side of the bars on the chair, and I couldn't reach it. By sucking in my stomach to create some slack, I was able to slowly turn the belt, so the buckle came through the bars and was at my side. Sucking in again, I would try to loosen it and get the buckle off. Finally after about 1000 attempts I got it unbuckled. The ties around my arms were pretty lose and not connected to the chair, so I was able to stand up and they slipped right off the chair with me.
Now I was unconnected from the chair, but I still had my hands and feet tied, and that damn blindfold. I had no clue how much time I had until the tickle bomb went off. I awkwardly brought myself to the ground, and was able to maneuver my bound hands over my butt and legs, to my front. I pushed off the blindfold, and saw I had about 10 minutes left. After a few minutes with my teeth, the knot came lose and my hands were free. I quickly un strapped my legs. There was about 2 minutes left on the timer at this point.
I grabbed my water gun and slipped out of my room. I hid behind the door in the bathroom, right across from the door to my room. I heard Becky coming up the stairs, singing to herself, as the timer went off. She sang "Jenny here I cooooome" as she reached the top of the stairs. I waited until she was right infront of my door, peering in to see an empty chair and pile of straps, when I stuck the water gun into her back. GOTCHA I yelled and she threw her hands into the air.
to be continued...
Samantha
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Saturday, February 11th 2006 - 01:57:31 AM
Secret Agents Part 2
I marched Becky into my room, ignoring her repeated questions about how I escaped. I wasn't going to give her any tips. I removed her socks, and placed them on her hands. Learning from my escape, I knew how to tie Becky up better. I had her sit on the chair and place her arms around the back of the chair. I then bound them together and to the chair bars with a pair of nylons. I strapped a belt around her stomach and to the chair bars like she did to me, but I buckled it in the front, so she wouldn't be able to work the buckle undone. I remember her shirt had risen up and she complained about the cold buckle on her bare tummy, I just gave her tummy a quick tickle and ignored her. Next I used the bathrobe belts to tie her upper body to the chair, except I tied them tighter than she did on me and interlaced them with the chair bars as well. By now I could tell she was getting worried. She was squirming already.
I told her to sit still and then strapped her ankles and knees together with more leather belts. I took a scarf and connected her ankle belt to a rung underneath the chair, pulling her feet back and up off the ground. This would come in handy later. I decided to gag her because I would be watching her most of the time. I used a balled up bandana and a few strips of duct tape. I set the "tickle bomb" for 1/2 an hour, and finished the tie with a blindfold.
She immediately got to work, struggling hard. She couldn't move at all, and got pretty frustrated. She was making angry mmmph sounds and whining into her gag. After 5 minutes of hard fighting, she got tired and settled down. For the next 10 minutes or so she just sat there, doing nothing. So I snuck up on her and jabbed my fingers into her sides, she jumped and squeeled. "Giving up already Becky?, remember what your going to get when the bomb goes off!" I said and briefly wiggled my fingers into her sides. She growled at me, and renewed her escape attempts.
She had made no progress when the timer went off. I started right in on her sides with the tickling. I wiggled my fingers like crazy over her sides, stomach, and ribs. She was laughing pretty hard, but couldn't even struggle much. She was pushing and pulling against the bindings, but they held her still. Her ribs were especially bad for her and I really got them good. She laughed so hard her gag came off. I could only barley get her armpits, and made a mental note to leave her armpits open if she ever needed a good tickling.
When she started getting used to the tickling here, I moved down to her feet. I alternated between her feet and knees for awhile before going back to her ribs. I tickled her for maybe 1/2 an hour total, with breaks every few minutes. I got a little carried away in my tickle frenzy I admit, but when I finally released her she wasn't too mad. She just swore revenge.
Samantha
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04 - Lessons from Mom & Secret Agents
Story index at the bottom
By Samantha
Friday, February 10th 2006 - 06:03:39 PM
Lessons from Mom
A few days after the game with my mom, Becky was pushing me to play another game. She really was a tie up freak. She wanted to tie me up and give me a certain amount of time to get loose. I said it was pointless because it was impossible to get out of the tape anyway. She said we could use other things besides tape to tie up, and it would leave more chance to get out. I reluctantly agreed on the condition she would only use tape on my mouth.
So we searched around the house for things to use. We got a few bandannas, some scarfs, two bathrobe belts, and a few of my dad's leather belts. I didn't want to use his ties because he may get angry if we ruined them.
Becky pretended we were both secret agents on the opposite sides, and she had captured me. She tied my hands behind me with a scarf and strapped my feet and legs together with the leather belts. They went around my ankles 3 or 4 times before the little spike would reach the hole and around my thighs twice I think. She sat me in a chair and used the bathrobe belts to tie around my chest and the back of the chair. She used another of my dad's belts to strap around my stomach and through the bars on the back of the chair. Finally she gagged me with a bandana in my mouth and tape over it.
It took me less time to escape than it did to tie me up. The scarf wasn't very tight on my wrists and I was able to slip them out. It was no problem untying myself from there.
Becky looked disappointed, and wanted to try again. She tied me the same as before, except she tied my hands much tighter. It took me a few minutes, but I was able to pick at the big knot and loosen it enough to escape. With my confidence up, I joked with Becky that she would never be able to tie me up with anything but tape. She said she could with rope, but we didn't have any.
So we went downstairs and asked my mom for rope. She said rope was dangerous because it was hard to cut if something went wrong. She went up stairs and came back with a bunch of old nylons and pantyhose we could have. She said this would work.
Before she gave it to us we had a long talk. She said she and her sisters used to play tie up games when they were little and they had a lot of fun, so it was okay if we played. They had played on their own, and done some stuff that was probably dangerous. She wanted to tell us about safety first. She gave us a pair of safety scissors that were strong, but had a dull tip. We had to keep them close by at all times while someone was tied up in case of an emergency. She also lectured us about not tying anything on the neck or using too tight gags because of dangers of choking. We could not leave someone tied up alone for more than a few minutes, especially if they were gagged. She also said at any time if someone hummed the ABCs they had to be released immediately. We were only supposed to use it in emergencies, like if we felt sick, or went numb, or were going to pee our pants. She suggested using socks on our hands to protect the wrists and make the knots harder to untie. This was good for that reason. But I found out it could be bad the hard way. The socks for our hands usually came right off our feet, this left barefeet. Barefeet usually ment tickled feet!
After her lecture, which seemed to take an hour, we were actually pretty scared. She assured us we could be safe and still have fun. Next she showed us effective ways to tie up with the nylons. She told us stories of her and our aunts while she tied our hands in front of. Then we practiced tying and escaping for a bit on each other and her. After awhile Becky and I went upstairs to play our secret agent escape game.
...to be continued
Samantha
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Friday, February 10th 2006 - 09:19:20 PM
Secret Agents
I agreed to let Becky tie me up first. I wasn't as confident about escaping as before, but thought I still had a chance. Becky wasn't nearly as good as my mom at tieing.
She put my socks over my hands and tied them together behind me with a pair of nylons. She did a good job, they were pretty tight. She sat me in the chair and used the belts to tie my legs at the ankles and above my knees. Another belt went around my waist and through the chair bars in the back. Again, she used the bathrobe belts to tie around my upper body and the chair. Becky retrieved the egg timer from the kitchen as the bomb, and set it for 1/2 an hour. Finally she blindfolded me tightly with a scarf. She said she wasn't going to gag me because she was going to watch TV downstairs, and to yell if I needed anything. Before she left she said "Oh one more thing, this bomb isn't an ordinary bomb...its a TICKLE BOMB! With that she left the room.
I really felt like a captured secret agent. Bound tightly to a chair and blindfolded, I could only struggle and listen to the ticks of the bomb that would be my demise.
I tried to use brute force to slip my hands out first, but it was way to tight and strong. I thought i could feel the knot, but with the socks on my hands there was no way I could untie it. It was so small and tight I wasn't even sure if Becky would be able to untie it. I struggled around and wiggled in the chair, trying to find any weakpoints. The robe belts around my chest weren't that tight, The belt around my stomach was what was really limiting my movement. I explored with my sock hands and found the buckle, but it was on the other side of the bars on the chair, and I couldn't reach it. By sucking in my stomach to create some slack, I was able to slowly turn the belt, so the buckle came through the bars and was at my side. Sucking in again, I would try to loosen it and get the buckle off. Finally after about 1000 attempts I got it unbuckled. The ties around my arms were pretty lose and not connected to the chair, so I was able to stand up and they slipped right off the chair with me.
Now I was unconnected from the chair, but I still had my hands and feet tied, and that damn blindfold. I had no clue how much time I had until the tickle bomb went off. I awkwardly brought myself to the ground, and was able to maneuver my bound hands over my butt and legs, to my front. I pushed off the blindfold, and saw I had about 10 minutes left. After a few minutes with my teeth, the knot came lose and my hands were free. I quickly un strapped my legs. There was about 2 minutes left on the timer at this point.
I grabbed my water gun and slipped out of my room. I hid behind the door in the bathroom, right across from the door to my room. I heard Becky coming up the stairs, singing to herself, as the timer went off. She sang "Jenny here I cooooome" as she reached the top of the stairs. I waited until she was right infront of my door, peering in to see an empty chair and pile of straps, when I stuck the water gun into her back. GOTCHA I yelled and she threw her hands into the air.
to be continued...
Samantha
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Saturday, February 11th 2006 - 01:57:31 AM
Secret Agents Part 2
I marched Becky into my room, ignoring her repeated questions about how I escaped. I wasn't going to give her any tips. I removed her socks, and placed them on her hands. Learning from my escape, I knew how to tie Becky up better. I had her sit on the chair and place her arms around the back of the chair. I then bound them together and to the chair bars with a pair of nylons. I strapped a belt around her stomach and to the chair bars like she did to me, but I buckled it in the front, so she wouldn't be able to work the buckle undone. I remember her shirt had risen up and she complained about the cold buckle on her bare tummy, I just gave her tummy a quick tickle and ignored her. Next I used the bathrobe belts to tie her upper body to the chair, except I tied them tighter than she did on me and interlaced them with the chair bars as well. By now I could tell she was getting worried. She was squirming already.
I told her to sit still and then strapped her ankles and knees together with more leather belts. I took a scarf and connected her ankle belt to a rung underneath the chair, pulling her feet back and up off the ground. This would come in handy later. I decided to gag her because I would be watching her most of the time. I used a balled up bandana and a few strips of duct tape. I set the "tickle bomb" for 1/2 an hour, and finished the tie with a blindfold.
She immediately got to work, struggling hard. She couldn't move at all, and got pretty frustrated. She was making angry mmmph sounds and whining into her gag. After 5 minutes of hard fighting, she got tired and settled down. For the next 10 minutes or so she just sat there, doing nothing. So I snuck up on her and jabbed my fingers into her sides, she jumped and squeeled. "Giving up already Becky?, remember what your going to get when the bomb goes off!" I said and briefly wiggled my fingers into her sides. She growled at me, and renewed her escape attempts.
She had made no progress when the timer went off. I started right in on her sides with the tickling. I wiggled my fingers like crazy over her sides, stomach, and ribs. She was laughing pretty hard, but couldn't even struggle much. She was pushing and pulling against the bindings, but they held her still. Her ribs were especially bad for her and I really got them good. She laughed so hard her gag came off. I could only barley get her armpits, and made a mental note to leave her armpits open if she ever needed a good tickling.
When she started getting used to the tickling here, I moved down to her feet. I alternated between her feet and knees for awhile before going back to her ribs. I tickled her for maybe 1/2 an hour total, with breaks every few minutes. I got a little carried away in my tickle frenzy I admit, but when I finally released her she wasn't too mad. She just swore revenge.
Samantha
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Samantha's stories
- 01 - Kidnap game (f/f, f/m, F/f)
- 02 - Getting My Mom (ff/F)
- 03 - Mom's Revenge (F/ff)
- 04 - Lessons from Mom & Secret Agents (f/f)
- 05 - Becky's sister (ff/f)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section