04 - Jill’s Revenge
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By Jon (McA)
This is a follow-up to my last posting to Bob857's page (http://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=37&t=1329)
In that story I related how, as kids, my friend Bob and I successfully tied up his sister Jill. The tying up of Jill was accomplished with wool scarves and an astonishing degree of assistance from Bob and Jill's Mum. This is the story of Jill's revenge on both of us.
Bob and I were very good friends, both at the same school but not in the same class - I was about 10 at this time (winter 1965-66) and Bob about a year older. We spent a lot of time together and in particular we had some TV programmes which we liked to watch together. One regular favourite was on Saturday mornings at about 9:30 (I can't now recall what it was, but suspect it was re-runs of Gerry Anderson's 'Fireball XL5' or something like that). Most Saturdays I would go round to Bob's house or he would come round to mine.
One of those Saturday mornings, I went to Bob's house. I remember that it was snowing and that by the time I got there I was beginning to regret my decision to go on my bicycle - the road conditions were getting a little scary. Anyway, I followed the usual routine of going round to the back door. I rang the back door bell and went straight in - most friends of the family did this, the ring on the bell was just to alert folks to the presence of a visitor. I lifted my bike inside the scullery to let it dry off and kicked off my Wellington boots. I had unzipped my jacket and was unwinding my scarf from around my face as I walked through the door from the scullery into the kitchen.
I stopped dead with surprise as soon as I was into the kitchen. In front of me, in the middle of the kitchen, was Bob, tightly tied to a chair with woollen scarves and gagged. He tried to shout to me through his gag, but I was too stunned to react to anything and just stood there staring at him as Bob's older sister Jill (aged about 12) and his Mum appeared from either side of the doorway I had just walked through. Bob's Mum removed my jacket and scarf and Jill pushed a chair up behind me, sitting me down on it. Jill put a pair of dry mittens on my hands and it was at this point that I realised what was happening - in our tying up games, Bob, Jill and I always arranged for the victim being tied up to wear gloves or mittens to protect wrists from chafing.
It slowly dawned on me that struggling might be a really good move at this point, but everything was happening too fast. Bob and Jill's Mum had produced a woollen stocking with which she quickly and efficiently tied my wrists in front of me. The stocking was passed twice round my wrists and twisted round to cinch the coils together between them. Interestingly, it was tied off with a bow knot, shoelace style.
While her Mum tied my wrists, Jill had looped a long scarf around my chest and arms, just above elbow level, tying me back into the chair. The chair I was sitting in was one of two small classroom-type chairs which Bob and Jill had as desk chairs in their bedrooms. The chairs had diecast metal legs, with no bracing between them, a plywood seat and a plywood backrest, with about a 9 inch gap between backrest and seat. The backrest was supported by two more diecast metal members and, because of their spacing, the backrest stuck out beyond them by about an inch each side. The scarf Jill had just tied round me was positioned below backrest level and this overhang each side effectively prevented the bonds from being worked upwards towards my shoulders.
Bob and Jill's Mum turned her attention to my legs. She placed my legs so that they were positioned outside the front legs of the chair. She tied each ankle to a chair leg and tied each knee by looping a scarf over my thigh above knee level and under the chair seat, passing it behind the chair leg. The knee bonds were wrapped round twice and knotted about chair seat level on the outside face of each of my knees (the relevance of this detail will become apparent later). Tying up both Bob and me was clearly a strain on the family's supply of scarves, as I noted that woollen stockings had been used instead to tie my ankles.
Jill completed the tying up with another long scarf which passed over my lap and under the chair seat, pinning my bound wrists down and eliminating any chance of lifting the knot that bound them up to my mouth. She was careful to place the knot on this scarf well out of reach, below the chair seat.
All this tying had been done incredibly fast, probably being accomplished in under two minutes (as compared with the twenty minutes or so it had taken Bob and me to tie up Jill, even with help from their Mum). The moves appeared to have been well rehearsed.
Bob and Jill's Mum now produced a yellow cotton duster and quickly cleave gagged me with it. As she picked it up I noticed that it had not only already been folded on the diagonal and then folded into a strip about an inch wide, but it appeared to have been ironed like that - talk about being prepared!
Once the activity had subsided, I took stock of Bob's and my situation. Now that I studied them, Bob's bonds were identical to mine - he was on a chair the twin of mine and had been tied up in exactly the same pattern. The silence was broken by Bob and Jill's Mum saying, 'Hey, it's nearly half past nine, the boys will miss their TV programme.' Jill and her Mum had clearly also rehearsed this stage. Jill's Mum stood behind Bob's chair and tipped it back towards her while Jill stood in front and grabbed the chair's front legs as they came up, then they carried Bob on his chair out of the room. While they were out of the room, I engaged in some frantic wriggling, but quickly concluded that a more scientific approach would be needed.
Jill and her Mum carried me out of the kitchen in the same way as they had Bob and took me through to the sitting room, where the TV was. On the way, we passed through the hallway, where Bob and Jill's father was preparing some woodwork for painting. As I was carried past him, bound and gagged, he bade me a cheery 'Good morning!', quite unperturbed. Bob and I were placed in front of the TV and, as we had little option, we sat there and watched our usual programme. The critical parts of the tying must have been done quite expertly, as I don't remember any serious discomfort during this period.
After the end of the TV program, Jill and her Mum returned to the sitting room and announced that, the way we had been tied up, we could escape quite easily if we could work out how and if we helped each other.
Our first discovery was that we could manoeuvre our chairs quite easily with a little foot shuffling. My first thought was to see if we could untie each other's wrists. If you recall, they had been tied with an inviting bow knot - pull an end to untie and then wriggle the cinch loose to get free. However, we discovered that neither of us had enough freedom of movement to reach the other's wrist binding. Basically our legs, which were tied outside the chair legs, prevented our getting the chairs close enough together. I discovered, though, that I could get one hand onto the knot securing one of Bob's knees, and the knot, if you recall, was placed on the outside face of the knee. However, I couldn't get the knot loose, which I was trying to do with one thumb, as I was wearing mittens. Bob, on the other hand, was wearing gloves, so had a little more scope for movement and was able to free one of my knees - progress at last!
The progress didn't seem to get us far though, I discovered that, even with my knee free, I couldn't get my leg out of the way. I had expected just to be able to move my leg round to the front of the chair leg, but the shape of the leg casting was a fluid 1960's sort of design with a concave face to the outside, which cupped my ankle just sufficiently to prevent it moving. After some more wriggling, I discovered the solution by accident. With my knee free, it was now possible to tip the chair slightly sideways, while still keeping my foot flat on the floor and doing so simply lifted the chair leg out of the bonds round my ankle - one completely free leg!
We were at last able to proceed methodically. We shuffled the chairs together again and this time, I could get close enough to apply both thumbs to untying one of Bob's knees. Bob immediately freed his ankle as I had done and we shuffled the chairs together the vital extra few inches. Bob could now reach the knot on my wrists and quickly untied the bow. With my hands free, I could take off my mittens and untie Bob's wrists. We could get our forearms out from under the scarves across our laps and, with relief, we were now able to pull our gags down out of our mouths.
We were on the home straight now. We could each get our own other leg free. We then moved our chairs again, so that Bob could reach the knot on the scarf securing my arms and chest. While he did that, I moved my lap bonds (now loose) round to get at the knot and untie it. Once I was completely free, I stood up (a little shakily) and finished untying Bob.
Unbeknown to us, most of this performance had been witnessed by Jill and her Mum, who had been watching through the crack of the sitting room door. They came back into the room just as Bob was standing up after I finished freeing him.
Discussing the experience afterwards, we discovered that Jill had approached her Mum immediately after the escapade of being tied up by Bob and me. As her Mum had helped us so much on that occasion, Jill appealed to her sense of fairness to help with a suitable revenge. The tie up used had been devised by Bob and Jill's Mum who also thought up the idea of making it a bondage 'puzzle'. Jill and her Mum had put a lot of preparation into the whole scheme; Jill's Mum had tried out the tie up on Jill to see if it would work and they had practised on each other to get the moves right and make the whole process as fast as possible. And, yes, they had actually pre-folded and ironed the gags.
The tricky bit from their point of view had been timing - my arrival time on a Saturday morning was quite variable and could range from 9:00 right up to just before 9:30. Also when it snowed that morning, they were uncertain as to whether I would come around at all. They didn't want to have to tie Bob up too far in advance of my arrival, but also didn't want to risk my arriving before they had tied him.
The solution was simple. The front of my house was just visible from their attic window, and, although the houses were only a few hundred yards apart as the crow flies, the route by road was nearly a mile. Jill kept a look out at that window and as soon as she saw me leave the house, she rushed down to the kitchen shouting, 'Your friend's here!' to Bob and as he followed her into the kitchen, Jill and her Mum ambushed him, just as they later did me. Bob had, therefore only been tied up for two or three minutes when I was captured.
Bob and I felt that we had been paid back rather more than we deserved for tying up Jill. We also felt that Bob and Jill's Mum's participation had been a little too overwhelming. We did eventually get our revenge on each of them, but those are different stories.
The End
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Jon (McA)'s stories
- 01 - Tying Up Jill (mmF/f)
- 02 - Tying Bob’s Mum (mm/F)
- 03 - Ambushing Mum (mff/F)
- 04 - Jill’s Revenge (mmF/f)
- 05 - Retribution (F/mmf)
- 06 - Ambuhing Jill (mmF/f)
- 07 - Games with Janet (mm/ff)
- 08 - A Knotty Problem (mff/self)
- 09 - Pot Boiler (f/m)
- 10 - Burglars (mf/mf)
- 11 - Babysitting à la mode (f/m)
- 12 - An Evening With Susan and Karen (mf/f)
- 13 - Susan gets her own back (f/fm)
- 14 - Revenge all round (ff/m, m/ff)
- 15 - Handcuffs for Two (mm/fF, Ff/mm)
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