dudalb : 08 - The Houdini Challenge (f/m, m/f)
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08 - The Houdini Challenge
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By dudalb
Thu Jul 30 18:52:35 PDT 1998
When I was 15 a new kid moved into the block. This was the spring after the summer in which my mom's great escape and the POW incident took place.
It was Easter break when we got one week off. Steffi, my transplanted German girlfriend was visiting her Father in Law's relatives in Oregon, so she wasn't there for Gina's arrival.
If Steffi brought some European flavor to the block, Gina brought something else: East Coast Big City Attitude and more then enough Chutzpah to back it up. Gina was from a Italian Neighborhood in Chicago and was Third Generation Italian-American and very street smart. Later she admitted that the move upset her and her way of coping was to play the wisecracking, tough Eastern city street kid angle to the hilt.
I found this out the first time she was over at my house. My mom invited the new family over for dinner (Gina was just two houses down) and Gina soon showed she was not afraid to voice her opinion. She was about five foot six and was dressed in a skirt and sweater. She had black hair down over her shoulders. She looked like a normal 15 year old. Gina walked into our family room. One corner was devoted to San Francisco 49ers stuff; both me and my dad were fanatic 49ers fans-and still are. She took one look at the 49ers helmets, the autographed Joe Montana Football, the huge Poster of Joe Montana on the wall, and asked one question "So you like the 49ers?" (I'm not going to try to recreate Gina accent except to say it screamed Chicago)
"Yeah" I said.
"Well Mike Ditka and the Chicago Bears are going to kick your Butts this year".
This was Rank Heresy! How dare this new girl from Chicago insult my beloved Niners in their shrine! Needless to say a argument ensued until we were called in to dinner. But I knew Gina would have to pay for her sacrilege. Gina would have to spend some time bound and gagged to contemplate her sin.
Actually, I found Gina a pretty cool kid once I recovered from my first taste of her Chicago attitude. I had never really never really known someone like that before. Oh, there had been kids from New York or Chicago or Boston, but most most of them were from the suburbs and in the U.S. Suburbs are Suburbs are Suburbs and the kids didn't have Big City attitude. Gina, from Central Chicago did. But the fact I liked her did'nt keep me from wanting to tie her up. I would have gotten around to that anyway. But her insult to my team moved it ahead on the schedule. A fan has to do what a fan has to do.
I knew this would take some planning. Gina was tough and smart and I would have to find a avenue of attack. But the next day I found one.
I offered to show Gina around the neighborhood the next day. I was walking through a large semiwild park area near our house when, without thinking, I took a shortcut down a steep hill. It wasn't really dangerous but you had to keep your footing to keep from sliding down. I had begun to go down when I thought "Hey Gina's a city kid, she can't take a hill like this without falling"
I begun to go back up. Gina asked why . When I told her she gave me a dirty look and started down the shortcut. She slipped, but was not hurt. But I suspected her weakness.That gave me a clue! I "accidentally, on purpose" took other shortcuts. Nothing really hazardous but new for a city kid. Gina took them all with me. I found her weakness. She could not refuse a challenge. To do so would make her loose face. That would be unthinkable to any one with Big City Attitude. The old Houdini challenge was my line of attack.
The Houdini Challenge was to dare a person that he or she couldn't get loose if you tied them up. You had to be able to judge character to choose who it would work on. But I felt pretty sure it would work on Gina.
When we got back to my house we went in and watched T.V. Luck was with me in that the show we were watching had a scene where the heroine was tied up by the bad guys. I commented that they hadn't done a very good job, that in real life she could get loose in a matter of minutes said I could do a much better job. I was careful to say the last in a very boastful way. Gina took the bait!
"Oh yeah?",she said.
"Oh yeah" I replied.
"I could probably get out of anything you could put me in"
"Right,Miss Houdini"
I now reeled her in; "How about a deal: we'll take turns tying each other up and see who can escape-and how long it takes".
Gina said "Done" and we agreed for the contest to take place the next day.
The next day Gina came over in jeans and sweat shirt. I already had the rope and scarves out. Mom was at work. We briefly set the ground rules: Each one would have 45 minutes to escape. Gags would be allowed (to prevent use of the teeth) but no blindfolds. We then flipped a coin and Gina won. She would tie me up first.
Gins tied my hands behind me palm to palm, then told me to sit on the couch. She then tied my ankles together and cleave gagged me with a scarf. A final coil of rope tied my elbows to my sides. She said "OK, get out of that!"
Gina was astonished when in fifteen minutes I had. She knew how to tie knots fairly well and tightly but not how to put them in positions where they would be hard for fingers to reach. As a result It was comparatively easy for me to untie my own wrists. Gina showed promise as a captor but has a lot to learn.
I pulled out a kitchen chair, asked Gina very politely to sit down on it, and then asked her if she had any final words before she was bound and gagged. Gina gave a little gulp and said no. I think that by now she realized she had be tricked, and I would be much more through in tying her than she had with me.
I told Gina to put her hands together behind the chair. I crossed them and tied them together very tightly but not painfully.
I asked Gina when I was done if she felt any pain or numbness and she said no but it was pretty tight.
"What's the point of tying you up if it isn't tight?" I asked. "But if I hurt you at any time let me know and I'll loosen the ropes a little".
I then took a long coil of rope and tied around her left elbow, tying it to the side of the chair. I pulled the rope over to the right elbow and tied it to the side of the chair. I pulled the rope around in front of Gina until I reached the left elbow again. I repeated this progress of looping and tying until their were only a couple of feet of rope left. I cinched the whole coil and tied a secure knot. Gina's body was now tied firmly to the chair.
I crossed her ankles and tied them together, and then tied them to the bottom rung of the chair. I tied her legs together just below the knee. I finally took a scarf, tied a knot into it, and cleave gagged with the knotted scarf. I then said, "All right, Miss Houdini, let's see how good you are".
I'll give Gina credit, she tried. She hurled herself against the ropes ,twisted and turned, and struggled for a whole fifteen minutes before stopping for a rest. I could see at a glance that the ropes had not been loosened. I than begun to lecture Gina on how the Forty Niners were the best team in Football, How Mike Ditka made a fool of himself chewing out players in front of TV Camaras and fighting with reporters, and how the Chicago Bears would be the ones whose butts would be kicked that year.I was going to comment on the Chicago Cubs, but decided not to. There is such a thing as pure cruelty. And what can you say about a team who hasn't won a world series since 1910? (Brits, that a fact, not a joke).
Gina just glared at me and made a few mmphing noises in response. She went back to struggling but soon stopped when she realized that it was useless, and she would just have to wait out her period of captivity. She sat back in her bonds and waited.
After forty five minutes I ungagged Gina and expected some four letter words but got only silence. I finished untying her and asked if she wanted something cold to drink. She said yes and we went into the kitchen. I felt I had better extend an olive branch so after I got the soft drinks I told her I felt the Bears were a pretty good team, just not as good as the 49ers. I was going to say something good about the Chicago Cubs, but couldn't think of anything to say. The Cubs were a lovable bunch of losers, but hopeless as a competitive team.
Gina sipped her Drink and then said "Could you show me how you tie like that?"
I agreed and thus aided in my own comeuppance. But the upshot was that Gina and I were fast friends-and at times a couple - all through high school. But Steffi returned from her vacation and this led to the Gina-Steffi war. But that is another story...
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08 - The Houdini Challenge
Story index at the bottom
By dudalb
Thu Jul 30 18:52:35 PDT 1998
When I was 15 a new kid moved into the block. This was the spring after the summer in which my mom's great escape and the POW incident took place.
It was Easter break when we got one week off. Steffi, my transplanted German girlfriend was visiting her Father in Law's relatives in Oregon, so she wasn't there for Gina's arrival.
If Steffi brought some European flavor to the block, Gina brought something else: East Coast Big City Attitude and more then enough Chutzpah to back it up. Gina was from a Italian Neighborhood in Chicago and was Third Generation Italian-American and very street smart. Later she admitted that the move upset her and her way of coping was to play the wisecracking, tough Eastern city street kid angle to the hilt.
I found this out the first time she was over at my house. My mom invited the new family over for dinner (Gina was just two houses down) and Gina soon showed she was not afraid to voice her opinion. She was about five foot six and was dressed in a skirt and sweater. She had black hair down over her shoulders. She looked like a normal 15 year old. Gina walked into our family room. One corner was devoted to San Francisco 49ers stuff; both me and my dad were fanatic 49ers fans-and still are. She took one look at the 49ers helmets, the autographed Joe Montana Football, the huge Poster of Joe Montana on the wall, and asked one question "So you like the 49ers?" (I'm not going to try to recreate Gina accent except to say it screamed Chicago)
"Yeah" I said.
"Well Mike Ditka and the Chicago Bears are going to kick your Butts this year".
This was Rank Heresy! How dare this new girl from Chicago insult my beloved Niners in their shrine! Needless to say a argument ensued until we were called in to dinner. But I knew Gina would have to pay for her sacrilege. Gina would have to spend some time bound and gagged to contemplate her sin.
Actually, I found Gina a pretty cool kid once I recovered from my first taste of her Chicago attitude. I had never really never really known someone like that before. Oh, there had been kids from New York or Chicago or Boston, but most most of them were from the suburbs and in the U.S. Suburbs are Suburbs are Suburbs and the kids didn't have Big City attitude. Gina, from Central Chicago did. But the fact I liked her did'nt keep me from wanting to tie her up. I would have gotten around to that anyway. But her insult to my team moved it ahead on the schedule. A fan has to do what a fan has to do.
I knew this would take some planning. Gina was tough and smart and I would have to find a avenue of attack. But the next day I found one.
I offered to show Gina around the neighborhood the next day. I was walking through a large semiwild park area near our house when, without thinking, I took a shortcut down a steep hill. It wasn't really dangerous but you had to keep your footing to keep from sliding down. I had begun to go down when I thought "Hey Gina's a city kid, she can't take a hill like this without falling"
I begun to go back up. Gina asked why . When I told her she gave me a dirty look and started down the shortcut. She slipped, but was not hurt. But I suspected her weakness.That gave me a clue! I "accidentally, on purpose" took other shortcuts. Nothing really hazardous but new for a city kid. Gina took them all with me. I found her weakness. She could not refuse a challenge. To do so would make her loose face. That would be unthinkable to any one with Big City Attitude. The old Houdini challenge was my line of attack.
The Houdini Challenge was to dare a person that he or she couldn't get loose if you tied them up. You had to be able to judge character to choose who it would work on. But I felt pretty sure it would work on Gina.
When we got back to my house we went in and watched T.V. Luck was with me in that the show we were watching had a scene where the heroine was tied up by the bad guys. I commented that they hadn't done a very good job, that in real life she could get loose in a matter of minutes said I could do a much better job. I was careful to say the last in a very boastful way. Gina took the bait!
"Oh yeah?",she said.
"Oh yeah" I replied.
"I could probably get out of anything you could put me in"
"Right,Miss Houdini"
I now reeled her in; "How about a deal: we'll take turns tying each other up and see who can escape-and how long it takes".
Gina said "Done" and we agreed for the contest to take place the next day.
The next day Gina came over in jeans and sweat shirt. I already had the rope and scarves out. Mom was at work. We briefly set the ground rules: Each one would have 45 minutes to escape. Gags would be allowed (to prevent use of the teeth) but no blindfolds. We then flipped a coin and Gina won. She would tie me up first.
Gins tied my hands behind me palm to palm, then told me to sit on the couch. She then tied my ankles together and cleave gagged me with a scarf. A final coil of rope tied my elbows to my sides. She said "OK, get out of that!"
Gina was astonished when in fifteen minutes I had. She knew how to tie knots fairly well and tightly but not how to put them in positions where they would be hard for fingers to reach. As a result It was comparatively easy for me to untie my own wrists. Gina showed promise as a captor but has a lot to learn.
I pulled out a kitchen chair, asked Gina very politely to sit down on it, and then asked her if she had any final words before she was bound and gagged. Gina gave a little gulp and said no. I think that by now she realized she had be tricked, and I would be much more through in tying her than she had with me.
I told Gina to put her hands together behind the chair. I crossed them and tied them together very tightly but not painfully.
I asked Gina when I was done if she felt any pain or numbness and she said no but it was pretty tight.
"What's the point of tying you up if it isn't tight?" I asked. "But if I hurt you at any time let me know and I'll loosen the ropes a little".
I then took a long coil of rope and tied around her left elbow, tying it to the side of the chair. I pulled the rope over to the right elbow and tied it to the side of the chair. I pulled the rope around in front of Gina until I reached the left elbow again. I repeated this progress of looping and tying until their were only a couple of feet of rope left. I cinched the whole coil and tied a secure knot. Gina's body was now tied firmly to the chair.
I crossed her ankles and tied them together, and then tied them to the bottom rung of the chair. I tied her legs together just below the knee. I finally took a scarf, tied a knot into it, and cleave gagged with the knotted scarf. I then said, "All right, Miss Houdini, let's see how good you are".
I'll give Gina credit, she tried. She hurled herself against the ropes ,twisted and turned, and struggled for a whole fifteen minutes before stopping for a rest. I could see at a glance that the ropes had not been loosened. I than begun to lecture Gina on how the Forty Niners were the best team in Football, How Mike Ditka made a fool of himself chewing out players in front of TV Camaras and fighting with reporters, and how the Chicago Bears would be the ones whose butts would be kicked that year.I was going to comment on the Chicago Cubs, but decided not to. There is such a thing as pure cruelty. And what can you say about a team who hasn't won a world series since 1910? (Brits, that a fact, not a joke).
Gina just glared at me and made a few mmphing noises in response. She went back to struggling but soon stopped when she realized that it was useless, and she would just have to wait out her period of captivity. She sat back in her bonds and waited.
After forty five minutes I ungagged Gina and expected some four letter words but got only silence. I finished untying her and asked if she wanted something cold to drink. She said yes and we went into the kitchen. I felt I had better extend an olive branch so after I got the soft drinks I told her I felt the Bears were a pretty good team, just not as good as the 49ers. I was going to say something good about the Chicago Cubs, but couldn't think of anything to say. The Cubs were a lovable bunch of losers, but hopeless as a competitive team.
Gina sipped her Drink and then said "Could you show me how you tie like that?"
I agreed and thus aided in my own comeuppance. But the upshot was that Gina and I were fast friends-and at times a couple - all through high school. But Steffi returned from her vacation and this led to the Gina-Steffi war. But that is another story...
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dudalb's stories
- 01 - Tying up Sean's Mom (mm/f)
- 02 - Taken Hostage by Kids (f+m+/MFF)
- 03 - Playing Detectives (ff/F)
- 04 - Tying Up Mom (f/m, f+m/Fm)
- 05 - Prisoners of War (mf/mf)
- 06 - The Great 4th of July Robbery (m+f+/FM)
- 07 - Prisoners of War, a follow-up (fm/f)
- 08 - The Houdini Challenge (f/m, m/f)
- 09 - Tying Up Aunt Judith (mf/F)
- 10 - Aunt Judith Strikes Back! (F/mf)
- 11 - Soaking Private Gina (f/f)
- 12 - Gina's Revenge (f/fm)
- 13 - The Gina-Steffi Wars: Armistice (f/f)
- 14 - The Halloween from Hell Part I : Hotel California (fm+/mff)
- 15 - The Halloween from Hell Part 2 : Escape from the Vampire Queen (mff/f)
- 16 - The Halloween from Hell Part 3 : Steffi the Vampire Slayer (mff/f)
- 17 - Erin's Thanksgiving Trussing (mmf/f)
- 18 - Cousin Cindy's Revenge (f/ffm, fm/f)
- 19 - My Mom's Second Tieup (mm/FF)
- 20 - The Great St Patricks Day Abduction (mf/f)
- 21 - Melissa Gets Back Own (f/ffm)
- 22 - Steffi Joins the Tied Moms Club (mmff/F)
- 23 - My Mom's Third Escape Challenge (m/F)
- 24 - Shula Babysits (fmm/fF)
- 25 - Melissa's Sticky Predicament (f/f)
- 26 - The Momnapping of Trudy (fmm/F)
- 27 - Momsnapping (ff/FF)
- 28 - College Charity Abduction (mmff/F)
- 29 - How to Burn a Witch (M+/F)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section