Jackusa21 : 01 - The Girl Catcher's Club (m+/f+)
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01 - The Girl Catcher's Club
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By Jackusa21
Saturday, March 4th 2006 - 08:54:24 AM
Hi Folks!
I am relatively new to this site, but not new to the concept of tie-up games. As a young boy, I played many of them and even started a "Girl Catchers Club" which I ran with my cousins and some of the other boys in the neighborhood. We had a lot of fun tying up the girls and sometimes getting tied up ourselves.
I also saved large portions of my Halloween and Christmas candy for "rewards" to girls who played tie-up games with us. I never really had that much of a sweet tooth, but I DID have a tremendous appetite for tie-up games. I still do to this day. I guess we really never lose these feelings once they become part of us.
Anyway, I hope to post a few of my own stories in this wonderful site in the near future.
By the way, I think there is a lot of writing talent here. I've been reading them and find them delightfully written and a lot of fun to read.
Keep up the great work.
-Jack
Jack
jackusa21@yahoo.com
USA
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Sunday, March 5th 2006 - 07:35:44 PM
The Girl Catcher's Club
My name is Jack and at age 8, I was a founding member of The Girl Catchers Club (GCC) of Spokane, Washington. I got the idea from several TV shows and movies. I think I saw Harpo Marx chase a few pretty girls in a few Marx Brother movies and that image, along with images of tied and gagged damsels from popular TV shows of the 60s, helped me form the basic philosophy of the club. That philosophy was simple: Catch girls- tie 'em up and watch 'em squirm. Tickle 'em too if they can't get loose!
I guess I was about 6 or 7 years old when I became interested in tie-up games. My sister, Paula, who is 11 months older than I am, and my younger brother (Billy), who is 3 years younger than I, were the first kids I tied up. They were also the first kids who tied ME up (albeit very poorly).
My mom babysat my cousins Larry, Andy and Marie quite often, which always gave us some nice playmates. She didn't mind our tie-up games as long as we didn't tie anything around anyone's neck or try to hang anyone.
Mom even cut strips of cloth from old beds sheets for us, making bandanas out of some of them, and bonds out of others. She even bought us some soft cotton rope for us once. Dad also found our games amusing and told us stories about some of the tie-up games he had played when he was a kid.
Our tie-up games began like those of many other kids (having read many of the stories posted at this site). They were based on either: "Cops and Robbers", "Cowboys and Indians", "Pirates" or "Detectives". Sometimes we did a variation on a horror film and had a loosely-bound "Frankenstein's Monster" break free and capture a victim (usually a girl) and tie her up. Our older cousin, Dennis, often volunteered for this role.
Our early tie-up games involved my boy cousins, my girl cousin, my sister and brother. Somebody would become the prisoner of somebody else and got their hands poorly tied in front or behind their backs, and maybe a scarf would be tied around the mouth as a gag. We rarely tied their feet in the beginning as we were constantly marching them around or hiding them from would-be rescuers.
I must admit, at the beginning, we were lousy at tying each other up, and even worse at effectively gagging our captives. Our prisoners usually escaped within a couple of minutes and the loose scarves we used as gags usually slipped off of our captive's mouths with very little effort. Even when in place, they are utterly worthless. This all had to change and eventually it did.
We guys (my cousins and I and later a few of the neighborhood boys) got the idea of chasing the girls and capturing them. This became the "Girl Catchers Club" I mentioned earlier. When we got them captured, we had to somehow hold them. At first we just hung on to them, pinning their arms to their sides or holding them behind their backs. Quite often, we would also hold our hands over their mouths. They would "mmmpfh" and try to bite us, so we eventually learned how to effectively hand-gag a girl without getting bit by folding the palms of our hands a little and making sure our fingers were above their lips.
We tried to tie up a couple of girls, but they easily escaped. We realized that if we were to stay in business as girl catchers, we had to develop our bondage skills.
We still had a lot of fun mind you. I think the girls did too, because they would squeal with delight and giggle - often provoking us to chase them with taunts like: "You can't catch me!!!"
One day our elder cousin Dennis came over to play. He was the older brother of Larry, Andy and Marie. He was about 15 at the time. His nickname was "Dennis the Menace" (well deserved) and he often got us into trouble. Still, he was family and we played with him whenever he came over.
Cousin Dennis was a "Boy Scout dropout" and knew a few things about knots. It was Dennis who taught my cousins and I the fine art of effectively tying and gagging girls.
Cousin Dennis began to instruct us by tying up his sister. Marie was a good sport about it and I gave her a package of M&Ms for her assistance. He demonstrated the use of a cinch to tighten the bonds on ones wrists, legs and feet. It was Cousin Dennis who also taught us how to bind rope or belts around the arms pinning them to the captive's body.
It was also Cousin Dennis who taught us how to wrap a bandana around a small rubber ball or a rolled up sock and shove this INTO the mouth of our captive so it would gag more effectively. "Stuff it in and tie it up tight" he would say to us. "That'll keep 'em nice and quiet".
Over the next few weeks, Cousin Dennis taught us how to hog-tie, tree tie, and spread eagle tie (on a fence). When he got done with his lessons, it was safe to say that we were 80-90 % more effective at tying up our prisoners. To this day, I kid old Den about his bondage lessons.
Well anyway, we began to practice capturing and binding each other until we had it down pat. With Dennis as our instructor, we became quite proficient. He even outlined the strategy of our first "capture raid", which he watched from the tree house in our backyard.
The Girl Catchers Club had its first major campaign on July 18th, 1966. I remember that day well. It was just four days after our little brother's 7th birthday. During Billy's birthday party, we invited nearly all of the neighborhood kids over for cake and homemade ice cream and my boy Cousins and I began to recruit new members to our newly-improved Girl Catchers Club.
Our club rules (which mom helped us write) were simple:
1. Total secrecy. (no bragging or tattling).
2. Total safety. (nothing around the neck and keep it snug but comfortable).
3. Tie 'em up well, and stay with them. (no sloppy tying and gagging).
4. Gentle but firm treatment of all prisoners.
5. Tickling okay, but not pantsing, and no touching of the girls' private bits.
6. And finally: NO GIRLS ALLOWED IN THE CLUB- PEROD!
Larry, Andy and I, along with 3 other neighborhood kids (Mike and his brother James, and their friend, Roger) formed the first raiding party. Except for little Billy, most of us kids were between the ages of 10 and 12 at the time. Andy was 13 and Dennis (not really a member of our club) was 15 years old. With Cousin Dennis' help, our Girl Catchers Club formulated a clever plan to raid the tea party (actually grape cool-aid served in plastic teacups) which the girls were having at the twins' house next door.
Our strategy was this: we would first gather up all of the ropes, scarves, bandanas, belts, etc. we could find and divide them among ourselves. Each boy (there were six of us on this first raid) would get enough gear to effectively tie and gag one girl. Our gags were made of either bandanas, strips of clean cloth - each with a brand-new 25 - rubber ball rolled up in the middle of it and held in place with a small piece of string (cousin Dennis' idea).
To carry our restraints we used the pillowcases off of our beds. These could be tucked neatly into our belts, which would keep our hands free for the capture. Each of us wore scarves or handkerchiefs over our faces like masks and a few of us carried water pistols- just for effect.
The tea party was well under way when we positioned ourselves along our wooden fence. We watched the girls for about two minutes and then Dennis got a good idea: "You boys should split up into three groups or squads- two boys each, and attack them from three sides".
We all agreed and Larry and I formed one squad (A), James and Roger were squad B and Andy and Mike made up the third squad (C). Brother Billy was our spy (a role he loved) and he was going to act as a distraction (and look out for the twins' mom).
Dennis retreated to our tree house headquarters, and began to sip a coke and watch us through my dad's hunting binoculars. He had my dad's duck call and would blow it if he saw any adults coming.
Our dad was at work and our mom was busy making strawberry preserves and canning them. She would be busy for a while. Besides, she didn't mind us playing tie-up games as long as we got along with each other. Neither mom nor dad knew how advanced we had become in our games.
We boys had prepared well for our attack by practicing on each other. We did everything but gag each other (we wanted to keep our gags clean for the girls). We knew how to gag by now anyway. It was simply a matter of slipping the business end of the gag into the girl's mouth quick enough so as to prevent her from calling out and alerting our mothers. Once the gag was in place, we had to quickly secure it around her head and knot it tight. This took practice but each of us finally got the hang of it.
Squad B (James and Roger) went around the block and sneaked into the neighbor's backyard directly behind the tea party. Cousin Larry and I (Squad A) stayed in my yard and Andy and Mike (Squad C) went over to Mike's house (on the other side of the tea party from us).
Now it was up to Brother Billy. We had him walk over to the tea party and sit down with the girls. He was so cute back then and the girls adored him. He had dark brown curly hair and blue eyes and so many freckles you couldn't count them. He was also a very devious little devil but a real charmer. He still is, ladies, so watch out!
A brief description of our victims is in order:
My sister, Paula was 11 going on 12 and at that time had a short pixie haircut. Her hair was reddish brown and she was rather tall for her age, but not as tall as Colleen (Paula's older friend from school). Colleen was the tallest among all of us except for Andy who was only slightly taller than Colleen. Colleen had lovely red hair (tied in a ponytail) and lovely green eyes and nearly as many freckles as Billy. At age 13, Colleen was beginning to develop very nicely. She was tall, athletic and very good in school. I also had a crush on her, but felt she was out of my league. Besides, my cousins Andy and Dennis liked her and I knew it.
Cousin Marie looked like she could have been Paula's sister. Her hair color was the same, only she had hers tied in a ponytail in the back. She was wearing a cute sun suit (as was my sister) and pair of rubber flip-flops (then called thongs). She was also 11, but had just turned 11.
Janet and Jenny were identical twins and very cute. They had dark-haired and had soft brown eyes. Both were my age at the time (10 years old). Jenny was dressed in a yellow sun suit while Janet (my favorite of the two) was dressed in blue denim cutoffs and a red short-sleeved cotton shirt. She was the cuter of the two twins, and was a pretty good wrestler for a girl. A few years later, Janet blossomed into a beautiful young woman and we became boyfriend and girlfriend for about 8 months in our mid teens. Janet was the first girl I ever kissed (really kissed). I was heartbroken when the twins' dad got a better job offer and moved the family to Florida. I never saw her again after that.
Anyway, Billy (our spy) had infiltrated our target's tea party and began his role as diversion.
"Hey wanna play Hide and Seek?" Billy asked the girls. "I'll hide and you can find me, okay?"
Marie and Paula talked to the other girls (Janet and Jenny), and Colleen.
"Sure Billy" said sis. "We'll close our eyes and count to one hundred while you hide".
That was our cue. As the girls placed their heads down on the long red picnic table and began to count, we all climbed over the fences we were hiding behind and crept up behind the girls. Keeping quiet was a problem, but our dog Bettie was barking all the time anyway and helped to mask the noise we made.
Before our attack, we each agreed to pick out our victims. Andy, who at age 13 was the oldest of our gang, chose Colleen (who was also 13 and tallest girl at the tea party). Mike chose my sister (I think he had a crush on her at the time); James chose my cousin, Marie; Larry chose Jenny and I chose Janet (whom I was beginning to have a crush on at the time).
Since there were only five girls to six boys, (seven counting Billy) we had them easily out-numbered. Roger was on the shy side but would help hold down legs, pass bonds, tie feet, etc.- while Billy would serve as our ever-faithful lookout. Dennis (our advisor) was also serving as lookout, with a duck call in one hand and his coke in the other.
As soon as the girls began shutting their eyes and counting, we sprung into action. With practiced coordination, we each ran up to our girls and hand-gagged them. Only one of the girls (Marie) got off a little shriek before James got his hand over her mouth. The twin's mother was taking a nap and would not wake up until about 4:30 or so. It was only about 2:00 so we had plenty of time to play.
I lifted Janet up off of her bench and pulled her gently to the ground. She trashed and struggled, but I had her in a very tight grip and she wasn't going anywhere. I flopped down behind her and pinned her arms to her sides with my legs and quickly shoved a rubber ball and bandana gag underneath the hand that was tightly clamped over her mouth. I felt her body jerk at the surprise of being gagged, and after knotting it tightly behind her head, I began to reach for her hands.
Mmmmmpffhh!!! Janet mewed as I grabbed her around her arms and firmly pushed her onto her tummy. The sound of her mewing was like music to my ears. I felt a warm rush all over my body and a feeling of total victory.
All around me, I could hear the muffled squeals of the other girls and the panting and laughing of my club-mates as they subdued and bound their captives.
Janet was quite a fighter. I had wrestled with her many times but this time, Janet seem much stronger than before. It took me nearly 5 minutes to get her hands snuggly tied behind her back. She was somewhat of a tomboy and was the only one of the girls wearing denim cutoffs.
As I mentioned earlier, the rest of the girls were wearing floral sun suits, except for Colleen, who was dressed in a knee-length dark blue skirt and a white blouse (which picked up a few grass-stains in the struggle). It was warm out, so the girls were either wearing ponytails or had their hair cut short. This made tying gags all the more easy.
Well, once I got her gag in place and Janet's hands thoroughly tied behind her back, the rest was fairly easy. I had her on her tummy and was holding her down by sitting on her thighs. She squirmed and pinched at my back and legs with her bound hands. I quickly bound her feet with a strip of cloth. I then secured her legs just above the knees with a Cub Scout belt (a hand-me-down from cousin Dennis). I then forced her legs up at a 90 degrees angle and tied her feet to her wrists in a snug but not-too-strict hog-tie with a short piece of cotton rope.
After that, I took out a long strip of cloth from my pillowcase and tied it around her arms and elbows. I made sure it wasn't too tight. It was mostly for looks anyway.
Once snuggly bound, I helped Andy with Colleen (who was really strong for a girl) and once Colleen was hog-tied, Andy and I helped the others tie up their girls.
Thinking back, I suspect that Dennis was having quite a blast watching all of this from the safety of our tree house. I am surprised he didn't invite his friends over and charge them admission.
Anyway, it was quite a work out. The whole thing took nearly 12 minutes from start to finish, but once we were done, we stood over our captives and gloated.
We decided to line all of our lovely captives in a row and compare our handiwork.
Each girl was hog-tied and gagged and utterly helpless. Paula and Marie were red faced but enjoying it (we had played many tie-up games with them before).
Jenny was madder than a wet hen and thrashing around like a beached salmon. Janet, (the girl I hog-tied) was a bit quieter than her sister, but equally as mad and working on her bonds with her fingers - trying to free herself. I could see Janet biting down on the soft rubber ball filling her mouth and tied to the center of the bandana gagging her. She let out a couple of muted screams and "mmmmpfs" and then settled down again and tried to free herself.
Beautiful Colleen was also struggling to free herself, but didn't look too angry about it. The expression in her eyes went from pleading, to amazement, to confusion to that of quiet amusement. Every now and then, she shot a stern glance at Andy (her captor). He would return the stare and laugh at her. Colleen would continue her stern glance and thrash about on the ground. Andy had tied her feet back much further than the rest of us boys had tied our captives. Colleen's hands and feet were tied so close together that the fingers of her hands actually touched the heels of her black leather sandals. Poor Colleen couldn't even roll over onto her side. All she could do is mew into her gag and buck her hips and pull on her bonds in protest.
Andy walked over to the mewing and struggling young ladies and said with a smirk: "Okay girls, here's the deal. Jack has two nice candy bars for each of you if you can get loose in less than a half-hour. If you CAN'T, then you will remain bound and gagged for another 20 minutes and will also get tickled for the final 10 minutes before we untie you".
A chorus of muffled "Mmmmpfffs" could be heard as the girls protested.
I stepped over cousin Marie and said in a low voice: "Okay - we'll release you after the first 30 minutes, tickle you for the last 5 minutes and give you each a candy bar even if you CANNOT get loose".
"AND, if you DO get loose in 30 minutes, I'll give you each THREE candy bars... AND we'll let you girls tie US up... but you can't tell anyone about our game. OKAY?"
One by one, the girls all nodded in agreement and I took out the small pot-metal kitchen timer I had in my pillowcase. I set it for 30 minutes and set it up on top of the picnic table. It was ticking like a bomb, which we boys thought was cool.
We then gently placed our prisoners in the shade of the garage and sat back and watched them struggle. It was so delicious. We taunted our prisoners and after making a quick trip to our freezer, I waved the candy bars (then wrapped in waxed paper wrappers) in front of their noses. The candy bars were still frozen and I bent down and touched their legs, and the back of their necks with the frozen confections before walking back to a lawn chair and sitting down for the show. This tickled them and made them squeal into their tight gags.
Paula and Marie (who had more experience at being tied-up) were squirming towards each other and began to work on each other's wrist knots. Dennis had taught us how to tie double square knots and position them in such a way as to be nearly impossible to reach. Still I wondered if my sister and cousin would be the first girls to escape.
There was just one thing we boys hadn't counted on... and that was the teamwork of our prisoners. Our bound and gagged girl captives were not so dumb after all. Janet (the one I had tied up) was a genuine tomboy who had joined the tea party only after we boys had refused to let her play with us.
But as everyone knows, tomboys more often than not, carry pocketknives!
Once the game was in motion, we boys were not allowed to interfere with our struggling captives. They mewed and moaned, grunted and struggled, but their bonds held them snuggly and they were quite helpless. Only Janet had a ghost of a chance of escaping. I was watching her from the beginning. As the unofficial leader of the GCC, I wanted to make sure that my prisoner would not escape. If she did, I would never live it down. Besides, I was mesmerized by how cute she looked all tied-up and gagged. Why, she looked just like a young Emma Peel or Barbara Gordon!
Now Janet was very flexible and managed to roll around onto her back and position her heels beneath her. Except for Andy, the rest of us boy tied our captives' feet at about 90 degrees angles (not considered a strict hog-tie) so they weren't in any discomfort. With Janet in this position, she was giving her hands more slack with which to work AND positioning her right front pocket (which contained the knife) in such a way as to let gravity help her reach it.
After about 5-6 minutes of arching her back, wiggling, struggling and shaking her hips, Janet was able to finger her small pocket knife (one I had given her a few months earlier) and was able to open it.
"Crap!" I said in a loud voice. "Janet has a pocket knife and is cutting her ropes!"
I had tied Janet's hands behind her with soft cotton rope. Had I used strips of cloth like most of the other boys, she may have had more trouble freeing herself. Unfortunately for us, she was able to cut the rope connecting her feet and hands and quickly sat up and began to saw through her wrist bonds.
"Oh we're in for it now guys!" said Mike "They still have about 18 minutes and Janet's almost free!"
Once Janet had control of her pocketknife, she was able to free herself in less than two minutes. We said nothing about each girl having to free herself without help from the others (once they were free), so when Janet began to untie the other girls' hands, we knew we were in for it.
"I am not cutting anymore rope, boys. We will need that to tie YOU up with" she said with a devilish grin on her face.
As the girls untied each other, they removed their gags and wiped the saliva from their lips. One by one their voices increased. They were laughing in triumph and smiling at us boys with evil impish grins.
I looked down at the pile of ropes, belts, bandanas, gags, etc. that was forming between the girls as they freed themselves. The grin of victory had gone from our faces and straight onto theirs. We were looking sheepish now and a little embarrassed.
As each of the girls became free, they felt empowered and victorious. Their initial outrage at having been pounced upon and captured was totally gone. They knew that I was a man of my word. Paula had told them many times that I hoarded my Halloween candy like a chipmunk and they often begged me to share it with them.
Well I guess they would get what they wanted now.
Colleen was the only one who looked very serious. She was red-faced and glaring at Andy like a girl possessed. Then she burst out laughing.
"Andrew my dear, I am going to tie you up so tight, you will never get loose! NEVER! And I am going to stuff the same gag into YOUR mouth that you used on ME. See if you like THAT!"
I could see that Andrew was looking worried and excited at the same time. My comrades were a bit ticked off at me for telling the girls that they could tie us up if they escaped within the allotted time. We all knew, however, that it would be good insurance against the girls tattling on us. If they got a chance to tie us up, then they would be in the same boat as we boys, should a storm come our way.
Besides that, each of us in our heart of hearts relished the idea of being bound and gagged by the girls. We didn't think they could do a very good job, but it somehow thrilled us boys nonetheless.
Then it dawned on me: We can't use the same gags we used on the girls. They were drenched in saliva and the idea of putting them into our mouths was gross beyond belief. Besides, the twin's mom would wake up shortly and we did NOT want to get caught in a tie-up game with girls tying US up.
The girls were now all free and were sorting out the ropes, gags and stuff and dividing them between themselves.
It was then that I spoke up:
"Hey we can't do this now. We don't have time. Sharon (the twin's mom) will be waking up soon and we will get in big trouble. Besides the gags are soaked with YOUR spit and you are NOT putting them in our mouths!"
The girls put their heads together and whispered to each other. Then Colleen (the oldest) spoke up.
"Ok, but a promise is a promise. We will take our candy NOW and tie you boys up LATER. We'll do it on Thursday (which was three days away). You can wash the gags for us and we'll need two more gags and some more rope to tie up Roger and Billy, Jacky darling."
(I HATE being called "Jacky"!)
"What?!" said a red-faced Roger. "I only helped a little, I really didn't tie up any of you."
"YES ROGER - YOU TOO!" said Colleen in a loud voice. "EITHER THAT OR WE WILL TELL OUR DADS ON YOU!"
Billy beamed and was very excited. The girls grabbed him and gave him a little hug and said how cute he would look all tied up.
The rest of us boys were very quiet. I could tell that Roger was not excited about the prospect about being tied and gagged by girls. I walked over to him and told him in a low voice:
"Girls can't tie worth crap - besides we can hide pocket knives all over our bodies.:..they might find one of two but not all of them - and we only need ONE to escape with." I told Roger with a fiendish grin.
Larry spoke up and added: "And if we escape in a half hour, we get to tie you girls up again! DEAL?"
"Ya!" we boys all said in unison, like a band of junior pirates.
The girls agreed and I gave them their reward. Three candy bars each - that was fifteen candy bars altogether! Almost a quarter of my Halloween candy hoard was gone in one fell swoop!
One thing for certain, however. None of the girls would squeal on us. They were looking forward to their revenge and in a strange way, so was the Girl Catchers Club.
-THE END-
Jack
jackusa21@yahoo.com
USA
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By Jackusa21
Saturday, March 4th 2006 - 08:54:24 AM
Hi Folks!
I am relatively new to this site, but not new to the concept of tie-up games. As a young boy, I played many of them and even started a "Girl Catchers Club" which I ran with my cousins and some of the other boys in the neighborhood. We had a lot of fun tying up the girls and sometimes getting tied up ourselves.
I also saved large portions of my Halloween and Christmas candy for "rewards" to girls who played tie-up games with us. I never really had that much of a sweet tooth, but I DID have a tremendous appetite for tie-up games. I still do to this day. I guess we really never lose these feelings once they become part of us.
Anyway, I hope to post a few of my own stories in this wonderful site in the near future.
By the way, I think there is a lot of writing talent here. I've been reading them and find them delightfully written and a lot of fun to read.
Keep up the great work.
-Jack
Jack
jackusa21@yahoo.com
USA
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Sunday, March 5th 2006 - 07:35:44 PM
The Girl Catcher's Club
My name is Jack and at age 8, I was a founding member of The Girl Catchers Club (GCC) of Spokane, Washington. I got the idea from several TV shows and movies. I think I saw Harpo Marx chase a few pretty girls in a few Marx Brother movies and that image, along with images of tied and gagged damsels from popular TV shows of the 60s, helped me form the basic philosophy of the club. That philosophy was simple: Catch girls- tie 'em up and watch 'em squirm. Tickle 'em too if they can't get loose!
I guess I was about 6 or 7 years old when I became interested in tie-up games. My sister, Paula, who is 11 months older than I am, and my younger brother (Billy), who is 3 years younger than I, were the first kids I tied up. They were also the first kids who tied ME up (albeit very poorly).
My mom babysat my cousins Larry, Andy and Marie quite often, which always gave us some nice playmates. She didn't mind our tie-up games as long as we didn't tie anything around anyone's neck or try to hang anyone.
Mom even cut strips of cloth from old beds sheets for us, making bandanas out of some of them, and bonds out of others. She even bought us some soft cotton rope for us once. Dad also found our games amusing and told us stories about some of the tie-up games he had played when he was a kid.
Our tie-up games began like those of many other kids (having read many of the stories posted at this site). They were based on either: "Cops and Robbers", "Cowboys and Indians", "Pirates" or "Detectives". Sometimes we did a variation on a horror film and had a loosely-bound "Frankenstein's Monster" break free and capture a victim (usually a girl) and tie her up. Our older cousin, Dennis, often volunteered for this role.
Our early tie-up games involved my boy cousins, my girl cousin, my sister and brother. Somebody would become the prisoner of somebody else and got their hands poorly tied in front or behind their backs, and maybe a scarf would be tied around the mouth as a gag. We rarely tied their feet in the beginning as we were constantly marching them around or hiding them from would-be rescuers.
I must admit, at the beginning, we were lousy at tying each other up, and even worse at effectively gagging our captives. Our prisoners usually escaped within a couple of minutes and the loose scarves we used as gags usually slipped off of our captive's mouths with very little effort. Even when in place, they are utterly worthless. This all had to change and eventually it did.
We guys (my cousins and I and later a few of the neighborhood boys) got the idea of chasing the girls and capturing them. This became the "Girl Catchers Club" I mentioned earlier. When we got them captured, we had to somehow hold them. At first we just hung on to them, pinning their arms to their sides or holding them behind their backs. Quite often, we would also hold our hands over their mouths. They would "mmmpfh" and try to bite us, so we eventually learned how to effectively hand-gag a girl without getting bit by folding the palms of our hands a little and making sure our fingers were above their lips.
We tried to tie up a couple of girls, but they easily escaped. We realized that if we were to stay in business as girl catchers, we had to develop our bondage skills.
We still had a lot of fun mind you. I think the girls did too, because they would squeal with delight and giggle - often provoking us to chase them with taunts like: "You can't catch me!!!"
One day our elder cousin Dennis came over to play. He was the older brother of Larry, Andy and Marie. He was about 15 at the time. His nickname was "Dennis the Menace" (well deserved) and he often got us into trouble. Still, he was family and we played with him whenever he came over.
Cousin Dennis was a "Boy Scout dropout" and knew a few things about knots. It was Dennis who taught my cousins and I the fine art of effectively tying and gagging girls.
Cousin Dennis began to instruct us by tying up his sister. Marie was a good sport about it and I gave her a package of M&Ms for her assistance. He demonstrated the use of a cinch to tighten the bonds on ones wrists, legs and feet. It was Cousin Dennis who also taught us how to bind rope or belts around the arms pinning them to the captive's body.
It was also Cousin Dennis who taught us how to wrap a bandana around a small rubber ball or a rolled up sock and shove this INTO the mouth of our captive so it would gag more effectively. "Stuff it in and tie it up tight" he would say to us. "That'll keep 'em nice and quiet".
Over the next few weeks, Cousin Dennis taught us how to hog-tie, tree tie, and spread eagle tie (on a fence). When he got done with his lessons, it was safe to say that we were 80-90 % more effective at tying up our prisoners. To this day, I kid old Den about his bondage lessons.
Well anyway, we began to practice capturing and binding each other until we had it down pat. With Dennis as our instructor, we became quite proficient. He even outlined the strategy of our first "capture raid", which he watched from the tree house in our backyard.
The Girl Catchers Club had its first major campaign on July 18th, 1966. I remember that day well. It was just four days after our little brother's 7th birthday. During Billy's birthday party, we invited nearly all of the neighborhood kids over for cake and homemade ice cream and my boy Cousins and I began to recruit new members to our newly-improved Girl Catchers Club.
Our club rules (which mom helped us write) were simple:
1. Total secrecy. (no bragging or tattling).
2. Total safety. (nothing around the neck and keep it snug but comfortable).
3. Tie 'em up well, and stay with them. (no sloppy tying and gagging).
4. Gentle but firm treatment of all prisoners.
5. Tickling okay, but not pantsing, and no touching of the girls' private bits.
6. And finally: NO GIRLS ALLOWED IN THE CLUB- PEROD!
Larry, Andy and I, along with 3 other neighborhood kids (Mike and his brother James, and their friend, Roger) formed the first raiding party. Except for little Billy, most of us kids were between the ages of 10 and 12 at the time. Andy was 13 and Dennis (not really a member of our club) was 15 years old. With Cousin Dennis' help, our Girl Catchers Club formulated a clever plan to raid the tea party (actually grape cool-aid served in plastic teacups) which the girls were having at the twins' house next door.
Our strategy was this: we would first gather up all of the ropes, scarves, bandanas, belts, etc. we could find and divide them among ourselves. Each boy (there were six of us on this first raid) would get enough gear to effectively tie and gag one girl. Our gags were made of either bandanas, strips of clean cloth - each with a brand-new 25 - rubber ball rolled up in the middle of it and held in place with a small piece of string (cousin Dennis' idea).
To carry our restraints we used the pillowcases off of our beds. These could be tucked neatly into our belts, which would keep our hands free for the capture. Each of us wore scarves or handkerchiefs over our faces like masks and a few of us carried water pistols- just for effect.
The tea party was well under way when we positioned ourselves along our wooden fence. We watched the girls for about two minutes and then Dennis got a good idea: "You boys should split up into three groups or squads- two boys each, and attack them from three sides".
We all agreed and Larry and I formed one squad (A), James and Roger were squad B and Andy and Mike made up the third squad (C). Brother Billy was our spy (a role he loved) and he was going to act as a distraction (and look out for the twins' mom).
Dennis retreated to our tree house headquarters, and began to sip a coke and watch us through my dad's hunting binoculars. He had my dad's duck call and would blow it if he saw any adults coming.
Our dad was at work and our mom was busy making strawberry preserves and canning them. She would be busy for a while. Besides, she didn't mind us playing tie-up games as long as we got along with each other. Neither mom nor dad knew how advanced we had become in our games.
We boys had prepared well for our attack by practicing on each other. We did everything but gag each other (we wanted to keep our gags clean for the girls). We knew how to gag by now anyway. It was simply a matter of slipping the business end of the gag into the girl's mouth quick enough so as to prevent her from calling out and alerting our mothers. Once the gag was in place, we had to quickly secure it around her head and knot it tight. This took practice but each of us finally got the hang of it.
Squad B (James and Roger) went around the block and sneaked into the neighbor's backyard directly behind the tea party. Cousin Larry and I (Squad A) stayed in my yard and Andy and Mike (Squad C) went over to Mike's house (on the other side of the tea party from us).
Now it was up to Brother Billy. We had him walk over to the tea party and sit down with the girls. He was so cute back then and the girls adored him. He had dark brown curly hair and blue eyes and so many freckles you couldn't count them. He was also a very devious little devil but a real charmer. He still is, ladies, so watch out!
A brief description of our victims is in order:
My sister, Paula was 11 going on 12 and at that time had a short pixie haircut. Her hair was reddish brown and she was rather tall for her age, but not as tall as Colleen (Paula's older friend from school). Colleen was the tallest among all of us except for Andy who was only slightly taller than Colleen. Colleen had lovely red hair (tied in a ponytail) and lovely green eyes and nearly as many freckles as Billy. At age 13, Colleen was beginning to develop very nicely. She was tall, athletic and very good in school. I also had a crush on her, but felt she was out of my league. Besides, my cousins Andy and Dennis liked her and I knew it.
Cousin Marie looked like she could have been Paula's sister. Her hair color was the same, only she had hers tied in a ponytail in the back. She was wearing a cute sun suit (as was my sister) and pair of rubber flip-flops (then called thongs). She was also 11, but had just turned 11.
Janet and Jenny were identical twins and very cute. They had dark-haired and had soft brown eyes. Both were my age at the time (10 years old). Jenny was dressed in a yellow sun suit while Janet (my favorite of the two) was dressed in blue denim cutoffs and a red short-sleeved cotton shirt. She was the cuter of the two twins, and was a pretty good wrestler for a girl. A few years later, Janet blossomed into a beautiful young woman and we became boyfriend and girlfriend for about 8 months in our mid teens. Janet was the first girl I ever kissed (really kissed). I was heartbroken when the twins' dad got a better job offer and moved the family to Florida. I never saw her again after that.
Anyway, Billy (our spy) had infiltrated our target's tea party and began his role as diversion.
"Hey wanna play Hide and Seek?" Billy asked the girls. "I'll hide and you can find me, okay?"
Marie and Paula talked to the other girls (Janet and Jenny), and Colleen.
"Sure Billy" said sis. "We'll close our eyes and count to one hundred while you hide".
That was our cue. As the girls placed their heads down on the long red picnic table and began to count, we all climbed over the fences we were hiding behind and crept up behind the girls. Keeping quiet was a problem, but our dog Bettie was barking all the time anyway and helped to mask the noise we made.
Before our attack, we each agreed to pick out our victims. Andy, who at age 13 was the oldest of our gang, chose Colleen (who was also 13 and tallest girl at the tea party). Mike chose my sister (I think he had a crush on her at the time); James chose my cousin, Marie; Larry chose Jenny and I chose Janet (whom I was beginning to have a crush on at the time).
Since there were only five girls to six boys, (seven counting Billy) we had them easily out-numbered. Roger was on the shy side but would help hold down legs, pass bonds, tie feet, etc.- while Billy would serve as our ever-faithful lookout. Dennis (our advisor) was also serving as lookout, with a duck call in one hand and his coke in the other.
As soon as the girls began shutting their eyes and counting, we sprung into action. With practiced coordination, we each ran up to our girls and hand-gagged them. Only one of the girls (Marie) got off a little shriek before James got his hand over her mouth. The twin's mother was taking a nap and would not wake up until about 4:30 or so. It was only about 2:00 so we had plenty of time to play.
I lifted Janet up off of her bench and pulled her gently to the ground. She trashed and struggled, but I had her in a very tight grip and she wasn't going anywhere. I flopped down behind her and pinned her arms to her sides with my legs and quickly shoved a rubber ball and bandana gag underneath the hand that was tightly clamped over her mouth. I felt her body jerk at the surprise of being gagged, and after knotting it tightly behind her head, I began to reach for her hands.
Mmmmmpffhh!!! Janet mewed as I grabbed her around her arms and firmly pushed her onto her tummy. The sound of her mewing was like music to my ears. I felt a warm rush all over my body and a feeling of total victory.
All around me, I could hear the muffled squeals of the other girls and the panting and laughing of my club-mates as they subdued and bound their captives.
Janet was quite a fighter. I had wrestled with her many times but this time, Janet seem much stronger than before. It took me nearly 5 minutes to get her hands snuggly tied behind her back. She was somewhat of a tomboy and was the only one of the girls wearing denim cutoffs.
As I mentioned earlier, the rest of the girls were wearing floral sun suits, except for Colleen, who was dressed in a knee-length dark blue skirt and a white blouse (which picked up a few grass-stains in the struggle). It was warm out, so the girls were either wearing ponytails or had their hair cut short. This made tying gags all the more easy.
Well, once I got her gag in place and Janet's hands thoroughly tied behind her back, the rest was fairly easy. I had her on her tummy and was holding her down by sitting on her thighs. She squirmed and pinched at my back and legs with her bound hands. I quickly bound her feet with a strip of cloth. I then secured her legs just above the knees with a Cub Scout belt (a hand-me-down from cousin Dennis). I then forced her legs up at a 90 degrees angle and tied her feet to her wrists in a snug but not-too-strict hog-tie with a short piece of cotton rope.
After that, I took out a long strip of cloth from my pillowcase and tied it around her arms and elbows. I made sure it wasn't too tight. It was mostly for looks anyway.
Once snuggly bound, I helped Andy with Colleen (who was really strong for a girl) and once Colleen was hog-tied, Andy and I helped the others tie up their girls.
Thinking back, I suspect that Dennis was having quite a blast watching all of this from the safety of our tree house. I am surprised he didn't invite his friends over and charge them admission.
Anyway, it was quite a work out. The whole thing took nearly 12 minutes from start to finish, but once we were done, we stood over our captives and gloated.
We decided to line all of our lovely captives in a row and compare our handiwork.
Each girl was hog-tied and gagged and utterly helpless. Paula and Marie were red faced but enjoying it (we had played many tie-up games with them before).
Jenny was madder than a wet hen and thrashing around like a beached salmon. Janet, (the girl I hog-tied) was a bit quieter than her sister, but equally as mad and working on her bonds with her fingers - trying to free herself. I could see Janet biting down on the soft rubber ball filling her mouth and tied to the center of the bandana gagging her. She let out a couple of muted screams and "mmmmpfs" and then settled down again and tried to free herself.
Beautiful Colleen was also struggling to free herself, but didn't look too angry about it. The expression in her eyes went from pleading, to amazement, to confusion to that of quiet amusement. Every now and then, she shot a stern glance at Andy (her captor). He would return the stare and laugh at her. Colleen would continue her stern glance and thrash about on the ground. Andy had tied her feet back much further than the rest of us boys had tied our captives. Colleen's hands and feet were tied so close together that the fingers of her hands actually touched the heels of her black leather sandals. Poor Colleen couldn't even roll over onto her side. All she could do is mew into her gag and buck her hips and pull on her bonds in protest.
Andy walked over to the mewing and struggling young ladies and said with a smirk: "Okay girls, here's the deal. Jack has two nice candy bars for each of you if you can get loose in less than a half-hour. If you CAN'T, then you will remain bound and gagged for another 20 minutes and will also get tickled for the final 10 minutes before we untie you".
A chorus of muffled "Mmmmpfffs" could be heard as the girls protested.
I stepped over cousin Marie and said in a low voice: "Okay - we'll release you after the first 30 minutes, tickle you for the last 5 minutes and give you each a candy bar even if you CANNOT get loose".
"AND, if you DO get loose in 30 minutes, I'll give you each THREE candy bars... AND we'll let you girls tie US up... but you can't tell anyone about our game. OKAY?"
One by one, the girls all nodded in agreement and I took out the small pot-metal kitchen timer I had in my pillowcase. I set it for 30 minutes and set it up on top of the picnic table. It was ticking like a bomb, which we boys thought was cool.
We then gently placed our prisoners in the shade of the garage and sat back and watched them struggle. It was so delicious. We taunted our prisoners and after making a quick trip to our freezer, I waved the candy bars (then wrapped in waxed paper wrappers) in front of their noses. The candy bars were still frozen and I bent down and touched their legs, and the back of their necks with the frozen confections before walking back to a lawn chair and sitting down for the show. This tickled them and made them squeal into their tight gags.
Paula and Marie (who had more experience at being tied-up) were squirming towards each other and began to work on each other's wrist knots. Dennis had taught us how to tie double square knots and position them in such a way as to be nearly impossible to reach. Still I wondered if my sister and cousin would be the first girls to escape.
There was just one thing we boys hadn't counted on... and that was the teamwork of our prisoners. Our bound and gagged girl captives were not so dumb after all. Janet (the one I had tied up) was a genuine tomboy who had joined the tea party only after we boys had refused to let her play with us.
But as everyone knows, tomboys more often than not, carry pocketknives!
Once the game was in motion, we boys were not allowed to interfere with our struggling captives. They mewed and moaned, grunted and struggled, but their bonds held them snuggly and they were quite helpless. Only Janet had a ghost of a chance of escaping. I was watching her from the beginning. As the unofficial leader of the GCC, I wanted to make sure that my prisoner would not escape. If she did, I would never live it down. Besides, I was mesmerized by how cute she looked all tied-up and gagged. Why, she looked just like a young Emma Peel or Barbara Gordon!
Now Janet was very flexible and managed to roll around onto her back and position her heels beneath her. Except for Andy, the rest of us boy tied our captives' feet at about 90 degrees angles (not considered a strict hog-tie) so they weren't in any discomfort. With Janet in this position, she was giving her hands more slack with which to work AND positioning her right front pocket (which contained the knife) in such a way as to let gravity help her reach it.
After about 5-6 minutes of arching her back, wiggling, struggling and shaking her hips, Janet was able to finger her small pocket knife (one I had given her a few months earlier) and was able to open it.
"Crap!" I said in a loud voice. "Janet has a pocket knife and is cutting her ropes!"
I had tied Janet's hands behind her with soft cotton rope. Had I used strips of cloth like most of the other boys, she may have had more trouble freeing herself. Unfortunately for us, she was able to cut the rope connecting her feet and hands and quickly sat up and began to saw through her wrist bonds.
"Oh we're in for it now guys!" said Mike "They still have about 18 minutes and Janet's almost free!"
Once Janet had control of her pocketknife, she was able to free herself in less than two minutes. We said nothing about each girl having to free herself without help from the others (once they were free), so when Janet began to untie the other girls' hands, we knew we were in for it.
"I am not cutting anymore rope, boys. We will need that to tie YOU up with" she said with a devilish grin on her face.
As the girls untied each other, they removed their gags and wiped the saliva from their lips. One by one their voices increased. They were laughing in triumph and smiling at us boys with evil impish grins.
I looked down at the pile of ropes, belts, bandanas, gags, etc. that was forming between the girls as they freed themselves. The grin of victory had gone from our faces and straight onto theirs. We were looking sheepish now and a little embarrassed.
As each of the girls became free, they felt empowered and victorious. Their initial outrage at having been pounced upon and captured was totally gone. They knew that I was a man of my word. Paula had told them many times that I hoarded my Halloween candy like a chipmunk and they often begged me to share it with them.
Well I guess they would get what they wanted now.
Colleen was the only one who looked very serious. She was red-faced and glaring at Andy like a girl possessed. Then she burst out laughing.
"Andrew my dear, I am going to tie you up so tight, you will never get loose! NEVER! And I am going to stuff the same gag into YOUR mouth that you used on ME. See if you like THAT!"
I could see that Andrew was looking worried and excited at the same time. My comrades were a bit ticked off at me for telling the girls that they could tie us up if they escaped within the allotted time. We all knew, however, that it would be good insurance against the girls tattling on us. If they got a chance to tie us up, then they would be in the same boat as we boys, should a storm come our way.
Besides that, each of us in our heart of hearts relished the idea of being bound and gagged by the girls. We didn't think they could do a very good job, but it somehow thrilled us boys nonetheless.
Then it dawned on me: We can't use the same gags we used on the girls. They were drenched in saliva and the idea of putting them into our mouths was gross beyond belief. Besides, the twin's mom would wake up shortly and we did NOT want to get caught in a tie-up game with girls tying US up.
The girls were now all free and were sorting out the ropes, gags and stuff and dividing them between themselves.
It was then that I spoke up:
"Hey we can't do this now. We don't have time. Sharon (the twin's mom) will be waking up soon and we will get in big trouble. Besides the gags are soaked with YOUR spit and you are NOT putting them in our mouths!"
The girls put their heads together and whispered to each other. Then Colleen (the oldest) spoke up.
"Ok, but a promise is a promise. We will take our candy NOW and tie you boys up LATER. We'll do it on Thursday (which was three days away). You can wash the gags for us and we'll need two more gags and some more rope to tie up Roger and Billy, Jacky darling."
(I HATE being called "Jacky"!)
"What?!" said a red-faced Roger. "I only helped a little, I really didn't tie up any of you."
"YES ROGER - YOU TOO!" said Colleen in a loud voice. "EITHER THAT OR WE WILL TELL OUR DADS ON YOU!"
Billy beamed and was very excited. The girls grabbed him and gave him a little hug and said how cute he would look all tied up.
The rest of us boys were very quiet. I could tell that Roger was not excited about the prospect about being tied and gagged by girls. I walked over to him and told him in a low voice:
"Girls can't tie worth crap - besides we can hide pocket knives all over our bodies.:..they might find one of two but not all of them - and we only need ONE to escape with." I told Roger with a fiendish grin.
Larry spoke up and added: "And if we escape in a half hour, we get to tie you girls up again! DEAL?"
"Ya!" we boys all said in unison, like a band of junior pirates.
The girls agreed and I gave them their reward. Three candy bars each - that was fifteen candy bars altogether! Almost a quarter of my Halloween candy hoard was gone in one fell swoop!
One thing for certain, however. None of the girls would squeal on us. They were looking forward to their revenge and in a strange way, so was the Girl Catchers Club.
-THE END-
Jack
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