Mason : 08 - Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel) (f/m, m/f) - Mason's Childhood Bound stories
Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2019 6:40 pm
Mason's Childhood Bound stories
08 - Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel)
Story index at the bottom
Regular readers will remember how I tied up Nicky by our swimming pool before subjecting her to a whole series of indignities. If being tied up hand and foot wasn't enough, I also splashed Nicky with (practically icy cold) water before making her walk the plank and finally frightening her with a massive shark attack.
Nicky pointed at me and said, "I owe you one!"
"What for?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" she exclaimed. "For splashing water on me before!" Nicky gave me a mock glare and clenched one tiny fist in my direction to show that she meant business.
"Oh."
"Oh indeed!" she sarcastically replied. All smiles again, she said, "I'm going to get you for that!" And she would too, I knew. I think that I mentioned in one previous story that she always kept her promises. Particularly those involving retribution of some kind. Nicky wanted to repay the favour with interest. I looked forwards to it. It would involve being tied up in some manner. I hoped it would not go much further than that…
"When?" I wanted to know
"Whenever I feel like it!" she replied.
And guess what? Nicky faithfully kept her promise.
Two weeks later
To be honest, I can't remember exactly how long after her revenge took place, but I think that it would have been around a couple of weeks later. Once again, it was a weekend (hooray for weekends!) and it was hot. It wasn't as hot as the last time, but it was still warm enough. Therefore it was that we found ourselves by our pool again. Fortuitously (or otherwise?) my parents and sister were absent. Therefore we had the place to ourselves once more.
Once again, we were also in the nude. We had been relaxing after racing each other on our little foam surfboards when Nicky startled me by saying, "Hey, Mase, guess what?"
"What?" I asked. I was feeling pretty relaxed. So relaxed I was almost half-asleep.
"I owe you one!" she exclaimed. "Remember?"
"No, I don't remember." I suppose it must have been because I still wasn't quite with it, which was why I said that.
Nicky snorted loudly and contemptuously, "Huh! Yeah, Sure!" she jeered, "I bet you don't remember!"
"Remember what?" I asked.
Nicky sat up and stared at me with as much scorn as she could muster.
"Remember the way you tied me up a couple of weeks ago?" she asked. "Splashed me?"
"Oh that." Now I did remember. My skin tingled at the prospect of being tied up. I never minded being tied up. I was just glad Nicky couldn't see my predictable biological reaction to her comments.
"Yes," she jeered. "My turn to get you now!" Now I was wide-awake!
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yes, really."
"Wheres the rope then?" I asked, feigning weariness.
Nicky was in a lazy mood. "You go get it," she said.
"Me?" I complained. "Why?"
"Because I got it last time, silly!" she teased. "You've got some haven't you?"
Fair enough. I did have some. Plenty. Mostly sash cord, which my father liked to use for tying down stuff on the trailer as well as some rougher hemp rope, which I had 'liberated' over the years. The funny thing was that he kept going out to buy more rope instead of wondering where it was all going. Fortunately, I was able to get up in such a manner that my excitement was concealed from Nicky. I was looking forwards to this game.
While I fetched the ropes from my room, Nicky went around to the garden shed, which was located directly behind our carport to fetch the mattress. Normally we just relaxed on our towels but if we were tying or being tied up, it was much more comfortable to do it on the old mattress.
When I came back, bearing an armful of rope, Nicky had not only gotten the mattress out, she had also found some more rope. Therefore, she was in high spirits as she set about tying me up. No mucking around, no preliminaries. "I've been looking forwards to this!" Nicky gloated as she pulled and bound my hands behind me. She didn't exactly go easy on me either, pulling on the ropes tightly and knotting everything off so I could not get at them. By now I was starting to feel a little worried. I didn't like the way Nicky was talking or her attitude either. Clearly, she had something in mind for me.
There was nothing imaginative about the way she tied me up. It was just your basic (but very tight) hogtie. Legs bound at ankles, knees and thighs and arms lashed to my sides. Nicky had also taken care to tightly tie my elbows too. Ropes were everywhere. She had pulled on all the ropes pretty tight though it may have been my imagination because I had no clothes on. Therefore, the ropes felt tighter than normal. I wriggled ecstatically, as Nicky happily continued tying me up. Right now, I was in heaven although I knew that things might change pretty soon.
I was beginning to feel like an Egyptian mummy by the time Nicky finished tying up my arms and legs. It was not long before Nicky was applying the hogtie rope to lash my hands to my ankles. Ouch! It was tight. She had done as good a job as ever. There would be no escaping this one. "There!" she laughed. "Let's see you get free from that!"
I did not bother to even try. From long experience, I knew that I would not be going anywhere soon until Nicky decided to untie me. I knew that it wasn't likely to be soon. She had some kind of agenda, I knew. But what was it? "Aren't you even going to try?" Nicky jeered. I shook my head. "Too bad," Nicky said as she stuffed some old cloth in my mouth before finally gagging me with another cloth tied around my head to keep it in. "Come on, have a go!" she teased.
I shook my head again - no. There was no point in even trying. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of struggling or rolling around. Besides, I did not want her to see how visibly excited I was. Too late. Suddenly, before I could even react, Nicky peremptorily rolled me over on my side before solemnly surveying the evidence of my enjoyment of these games. I had no way of hiding it either. Her eyes crinkled with laughter but she didn't say anything. A smile twitched around her lips as she regarded me, lying bound and gagged by the poolside. Words were superfluous. Nicky knew. I reddened. I should have realised that Nicky might try to pull a stunt like this. It was so embarrassing that it stuck in my mind. You remember things like that. I definitely reckon that was why Nicky did that. She was never that much into tickling but she did derive a good deal of pleasure from embarrassing me.
She left me bound for an hour or so before finally getting up. Strangely enough, Nicky had not even tried to do anything else. I had not even been splashed with water although she could easily have done that. I could not help wondering if that was all she was going to do. If embarrassing me was her idea of revenge, it wasn't terribly effective. She knew that I embarrassed easily where the ropes were concerned. It was how Nicky knew that I really enjoyed being tied up for its own sake, not just some childish competition. However, Nicky steadfastly maintained the fiction it was a competitive thing.
Nicky smiled sweetly at me before untying my hogtie rope. I felt disappointed. I had only been tied up for an hour or so. It wasn't that long. My arms were getting pretty achy but that was the extent of my discomfort. However, instead of untying me further, she pulled the mattress over further to the side of the pool. Suddenly, I started to feel frightened. What was she going to do? Even though our pool was relatively shallow, I still couldn't swim, tied up the way I was.
I tied to get her attention by 'mmph'ing' into my gag but she ignored me. Nicky pushed me into a sitting position before swinging me around so that my bound ankles were resting in the water. I began struggling to try to get away. By now, I was beginning to get scared. I wasn't sure if Nicky knew what she was doing. Sensing my discomfort and nervousness, Nicky cheerfully announced, "We're going swimming."
What? I began struggling harder but Nicky held me easily. "Hush," she said. "You wait here." With that, she sprinted in the direction of our carport. Although the extreme peril of my situation was scaring me, I was wondering what the hell Nicky was up to. A few moments later, I had my answer.
Nicky reappeared, triumphantly bearing a bright yellow and red PVC covered lifejacket. Just to digress, they are now officially referred to as PFD's (Personal Floatation devices) but back then, everybody called them lifejackets.
I gasped. Suddenly, I knew what Nicky was going to do. I was certainly going for a swim but to ensure that I did not drown, Nicky was going to put the lifejacket on me. I could not help admitting that it was a real good one. As usual, she had outsmarted me and gone one better. There would be no need to even untie my legs for my swim.
It was one of those old fashioned and extremely bulky foam filled jackets with a waterproof PVC covering. It had tapes running from the collar down through small eyelets at the sides, which then passed around the body twice and tied in front. Once on, it would not be coming off. This design ensured that the collar would not ride up. The yellow was for the outside and the red worn against the wearer's body. This was to make it easier to see which way it should be put on. In case anyone was wondering why we had some, my father and I used to own a small aluminium dinghy type boat with a 25hp Mercury outboard. It wasn't fast but it was perfect as my first boat. I quite liked wearing the lifejacket when out on the boat because doing up the tapes always reminded me of bondage. I would tie it on as tightly as possible upon myself because I really enjoyed the way that the tapes looped around my body as well as the way the PVC covered bulk of the jacket pressed against my chest. Therefore, I generally wore it as often as I could when we were out fishing unless it was very calm.
Nicky sat down next to me and carefully put my head through the top before tightly doing up the tapes. Satisfied that it would not slip, she pushed me in the pool without further ado. No warning or anything. The water felt shockingly cold as I went under. Fortunately, the massive positive buoyancy of the lifejacket pulled me up split seconds later alythough I had water in my eyes and ears. I rose to hear her loud laughter. Nicky laughed, "That'll teach you!"
Seconds later, she took a running jump and did a huge 'bomb' right in front of me, Water geysered high. Luckily, I had time to shut my eyes although water sprayed all over my lifejacket and face. Naturally, Nicky unmercifully splashed me each time she saw me opening my eyes. She managed to keep it up for five or so minute before she got bored with this.
I had to admit that in hindsight, Nicky had known what she was doing after all. Although I was so thoroughly tied up, I could scarcely move, my life jacket held me up. Once I realised that I was in no danger of drowning, I began to relax and really enjoy myself. It was a very very strange sensation being so tightly tied up and floating in water like that. The life jacket held me up just fine but my legs were dragging on the bottom although it was not hard to lift them up. Everyone should experience that at least once in their lives. It was a lot of fun.
I cannot remember how long I spent in the pool while tied up. Although it felt like an hour or more, it was probably much less. Nicky had a lot of fun towing me around by the legs or by the collar of my lifejacket. After a little while, she took off my gag and we chatted about various things but mostly what it felt like to be tied up like that in the pool. Nicky told me that she wanted to try it too. At one point, she went back to the carport and got another lifejacket. After strapping it on herself, she jumped in and floated next to me while we talked. I have to admit that it was a great way to spend an otherwise dull afternoon. I'd love to try it again. It's been a long time now…
Eventually, I sensed Nicky growing impatient. I knew why. She wanted to try being tied up and deposited in the pool. Getting out was not all that difficult. The in built floatation of my lifejacket plus that natural buoyancy of the water meant that it was fairly easy to place my feet on the steps and heave myself out with a bit of help from Nicky.
Although she had to cut some of the hemp ropes because they had shrunk, there was still plenty of rope with which to tie up Nicky every bit as tightly as she had tied me before strapping the lifejacket on her and push her in. She also commented how strange it felt being so tied up and floating around in the water like that. Nicky enjoyed it every bit as much as I had although she had had the benefit of surprise on her side earlier. I put my life jacket back on (although I did not really need to) and happily floated around.
Nicky got her retribution but not in the way I had originally intended. We ended up tying each other up a few more times and donning our lifejackets for a swim before that summer was out.
By the way, I remember reading another post (in the College section) about someone getting tied up, put in a life jacket and dumped in the pool so it seems that this kind of thing was not all that rare. There are even a couple of Yahoo clubs devoted to the wearing of lifejackets so I guess my experience was hardly uncommon!
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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories
More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine
08 - Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel)
Story index at the bottom
Regular readers will remember how I tied up Nicky by our swimming pool before subjecting her to a whole series of indignities. If being tied up hand and foot wasn't enough, I also splashed Nicky with (practically icy cold) water before making her walk the plank and finally frightening her with a massive shark attack.
Nicky pointed at me and said, "I owe you one!"
"What for?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" she exclaimed. "For splashing water on me before!" Nicky gave me a mock glare and clenched one tiny fist in my direction to show that she meant business.
"Oh."
"Oh indeed!" she sarcastically replied. All smiles again, she said, "I'm going to get you for that!" And she would too, I knew. I think that I mentioned in one previous story that she always kept her promises. Particularly those involving retribution of some kind. Nicky wanted to repay the favour with interest. I looked forwards to it. It would involve being tied up in some manner. I hoped it would not go much further than that…
"When?" I wanted to know
"Whenever I feel like it!" she replied.
And guess what? Nicky faithfully kept her promise.
Two weeks later
To be honest, I can't remember exactly how long after her revenge took place, but I think that it would have been around a couple of weeks later. Once again, it was a weekend (hooray for weekends!) and it was hot. It wasn't as hot as the last time, but it was still warm enough. Therefore it was that we found ourselves by our pool again. Fortuitously (or otherwise?) my parents and sister were absent. Therefore we had the place to ourselves once more.
Once again, we were also in the nude. We had been relaxing after racing each other on our little foam surfboards when Nicky startled me by saying, "Hey, Mase, guess what?"
"What?" I asked. I was feeling pretty relaxed. So relaxed I was almost half-asleep.
"I owe you one!" she exclaimed. "Remember?"
"No, I don't remember." I suppose it must have been because I still wasn't quite with it, which was why I said that.
Nicky snorted loudly and contemptuously, "Huh! Yeah, Sure!" she jeered, "I bet you don't remember!"
"Remember what?" I asked.
Nicky sat up and stared at me with as much scorn as she could muster.
"Remember the way you tied me up a couple of weeks ago?" she asked. "Splashed me?"
"Oh that." Now I did remember. My skin tingled at the prospect of being tied up. I never minded being tied up. I was just glad Nicky couldn't see my predictable biological reaction to her comments.
"Yes," she jeered. "My turn to get you now!" Now I was wide-awake!
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yes, really."
"Wheres the rope then?" I asked, feigning weariness.
Nicky was in a lazy mood. "You go get it," she said.
"Me?" I complained. "Why?"
"Because I got it last time, silly!" she teased. "You've got some haven't you?"
Fair enough. I did have some. Plenty. Mostly sash cord, which my father liked to use for tying down stuff on the trailer as well as some rougher hemp rope, which I had 'liberated' over the years. The funny thing was that he kept going out to buy more rope instead of wondering where it was all going. Fortunately, I was able to get up in such a manner that my excitement was concealed from Nicky. I was looking forwards to this game.
While I fetched the ropes from my room, Nicky went around to the garden shed, which was located directly behind our carport to fetch the mattress. Normally we just relaxed on our towels but if we were tying or being tied up, it was much more comfortable to do it on the old mattress.
When I came back, bearing an armful of rope, Nicky had not only gotten the mattress out, she had also found some more rope. Therefore, she was in high spirits as she set about tying me up. No mucking around, no preliminaries. "I've been looking forwards to this!" Nicky gloated as she pulled and bound my hands behind me. She didn't exactly go easy on me either, pulling on the ropes tightly and knotting everything off so I could not get at them. By now I was starting to feel a little worried. I didn't like the way Nicky was talking or her attitude either. Clearly, she had something in mind for me.
There was nothing imaginative about the way she tied me up. It was just your basic (but very tight) hogtie. Legs bound at ankles, knees and thighs and arms lashed to my sides. Nicky had also taken care to tightly tie my elbows too. Ropes were everywhere. She had pulled on all the ropes pretty tight though it may have been my imagination because I had no clothes on. Therefore, the ropes felt tighter than normal. I wriggled ecstatically, as Nicky happily continued tying me up. Right now, I was in heaven although I knew that things might change pretty soon.
I was beginning to feel like an Egyptian mummy by the time Nicky finished tying up my arms and legs. It was not long before Nicky was applying the hogtie rope to lash my hands to my ankles. Ouch! It was tight. She had done as good a job as ever. There would be no escaping this one. "There!" she laughed. "Let's see you get free from that!"
I did not bother to even try. From long experience, I knew that I would not be going anywhere soon until Nicky decided to untie me. I knew that it wasn't likely to be soon. She had some kind of agenda, I knew. But what was it? "Aren't you even going to try?" Nicky jeered. I shook my head. "Too bad," Nicky said as she stuffed some old cloth in my mouth before finally gagging me with another cloth tied around my head to keep it in. "Come on, have a go!" she teased.
I shook my head again - no. There was no point in even trying. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of struggling or rolling around. Besides, I did not want her to see how visibly excited I was. Too late. Suddenly, before I could even react, Nicky peremptorily rolled me over on my side before solemnly surveying the evidence of my enjoyment of these games. I had no way of hiding it either. Her eyes crinkled with laughter but she didn't say anything. A smile twitched around her lips as she regarded me, lying bound and gagged by the poolside. Words were superfluous. Nicky knew. I reddened. I should have realised that Nicky might try to pull a stunt like this. It was so embarrassing that it stuck in my mind. You remember things like that. I definitely reckon that was why Nicky did that. She was never that much into tickling but she did derive a good deal of pleasure from embarrassing me.
She left me bound for an hour or so before finally getting up. Strangely enough, Nicky had not even tried to do anything else. I had not even been splashed with water although she could easily have done that. I could not help wondering if that was all she was going to do. If embarrassing me was her idea of revenge, it wasn't terribly effective. She knew that I embarrassed easily where the ropes were concerned. It was how Nicky knew that I really enjoyed being tied up for its own sake, not just some childish competition. However, Nicky steadfastly maintained the fiction it was a competitive thing.
Nicky smiled sweetly at me before untying my hogtie rope. I felt disappointed. I had only been tied up for an hour or so. It wasn't that long. My arms were getting pretty achy but that was the extent of my discomfort. However, instead of untying me further, she pulled the mattress over further to the side of the pool. Suddenly, I started to feel frightened. What was she going to do? Even though our pool was relatively shallow, I still couldn't swim, tied up the way I was.
I tied to get her attention by 'mmph'ing' into my gag but she ignored me. Nicky pushed me into a sitting position before swinging me around so that my bound ankles were resting in the water. I began struggling to try to get away. By now, I was beginning to get scared. I wasn't sure if Nicky knew what she was doing. Sensing my discomfort and nervousness, Nicky cheerfully announced, "We're going swimming."
What? I began struggling harder but Nicky held me easily. "Hush," she said. "You wait here." With that, she sprinted in the direction of our carport. Although the extreme peril of my situation was scaring me, I was wondering what the hell Nicky was up to. A few moments later, I had my answer.
Nicky reappeared, triumphantly bearing a bright yellow and red PVC covered lifejacket. Just to digress, they are now officially referred to as PFD's (Personal Floatation devices) but back then, everybody called them lifejackets.
I gasped. Suddenly, I knew what Nicky was going to do. I was certainly going for a swim but to ensure that I did not drown, Nicky was going to put the lifejacket on me. I could not help admitting that it was a real good one. As usual, she had outsmarted me and gone one better. There would be no need to even untie my legs for my swim.
It was one of those old fashioned and extremely bulky foam filled jackets with a waterproof PVC covering. It had tapes running from the collar down through small eyelets at the sides, which then passed around the body twice and tied in front. Once on, it would not be coming off. This design ensured that the collar would not ride up. The yellow was for the outside and the red worn against the wearer's body. This was to make it easier to see which way it should be put on. In case anyone was wondering why we had some, my father and I used to own a small aluminium dinghy type boat with a 25hp Mercury outboard. It wasn't fast but it was perfect as my first boat. I quite liked wearing the lifejacket when out on the boat because doing up the tapes always reminded me of bondage. I would tie it on as tightly as possible upon myself because I really enjoyed the way that the tapes looped around my body as well as the way the PVC covered bulk of the jacket pressed against my chest. Therefore, I generally wore it as often as I could when we were out fishing unless it was very calm.
Nicky sat down next to me and carefully put my head through the top before tightly doing up the tapes. Satisfied that it would not slip, she pushed me in the pool without further ado. No warning or anything. The water felt shockingly cold as I went under. Fortunately, the massive positive buoyancy of the lifejacket pulled me up split seconds later alythough I had water in my eyes and ears. I rose to hear her loud laughter. Nicky laughed, "That'll teach you!"
Seconds later, she took a running jump and did a huge 'bomb' right in front of me, Water geysered high. Luckily, I had time to shut my eyes although water sprayed all over my lifejacket and face. Naturally, Nicky unmercifully splashed me each time she saw me opening my eyes. She managed to keep it up for five or so minute before she got bored with this.
I had to admit that in hindsight, Nicky had known what she was doing after all. Although I was so thoroughly tied up, I could scarcely move, my life jacket held me up. Once I realised that I was in no danger of drowning, I began to relax and really enjoy myself. It was a very very strange sensation being so tightly tied up and floating in water like that. The life jacket held me up just fine but my legs were dragging on the bottom although it was not hard to lift them up. Everyone should experience that at least once in their lives. It was a lot of fun.
I cannot remember how long I spent in the pool while tied up. Although it felt like an hour or more, it was probably much less. Nicky had a lot of fun towing me around by the legs or by the collar of my lifejacket. After a little while, she took off my gag and we chatted about various things but mostly what it felt like to be tied up like that in the pool. Nicky told me that she wanted to try it too. At one point, she went back to the carport and got another lifejacket. After strapping it on herself, she jumped in and floated next to me while we talked. I have to admit that it was a great way to spend an otherwise dull afternoon. I'd love to try it again. It's been a long time now…
Eventually, I sensed Nicky growing impatient. I knew why. She wanted to try being tied up and deposited in the pool. Getting out was not all that difficult. The in built floatation of my lifejacket plus that natural buoyancy of the water meant that it was fairly easy to place my feet on the steps and heave myself out with a bit of help from Nicky.
Although she had to cut some of the hemp ropes because they had shrunk, there was still plenty of rope with which to tie up Nicky every bit as tightly as she had tied me before strapping the lifejacket on her and push her in. She also commented how strange it felt being so tied up and floating around in the water like that. Nicky enjoyed it every bit as much as I had although she had had the benefit of surprise on her side earlier. I put my life jacket back on (although I did not really need to) and happily floated around.
Nicky got her retribution but not in the way I had originally intended. We ended up tying each other up a few more times and donning our lifejackets for a swim before that summer was out.
By the way, I remember reading another post (in the College section) about someone getting tied up, put in a life jacket and dumped in the pool so it seems that this kind of thing was not all that rare. There are even a couple of Yahoo clubs devoted to the wearing of lifejackets so I guess my experience was hardly uncommon!
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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories
- 01 Introduction (ff/m)
- 02 Tied up for the first time (ff/m)
- 03 Nicky gets hers (m/f)
- 04 Nicky's retribution (f/m)
- 05 A Rainy Day (f/m, m/f)
- 06 Knot Practise - A Knotty Good Time (m+/m)
- 07 Pirates of the Caribbean (m/f)
- 08 Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel) (f/m, m/f)
- 09 Kidnapped! (m/f)
- 10 Target Practice (m/fm)
- 11 The Escapologist (M/M)
- 12 A Close Escape (M, self)
- 13 Kristy's First Time (M/F, F/M)
- 14 The Mummy (M/F, F/M)
More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine