12 - An Evening With Susan and Karen
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By Jon (McA)
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In my previous story about Susan, I explained that over a period of a few months, I was babysat by her while my parents were out at social engagements on Friday evenings. It happened on one occasion that Susan's parents were also out overnight when she was booked to look after me. The solution was that instead of her staying overnight in our spare room, I would stay at Susan's parents' house and she would be responsible both for me and for her younger sister.
I was 13 or 14 at this time (1969 or 1970) and Susan was 16. Susan's sister, Karen (not her real name) was about my age (we had been in the same class at primary school, but went to different secondary schools). I felt slightly awkward with the two girls, not just because boys are awkward with girls at that age, but also because of the very different relationships I had developed separately with the two of them. I knew Karen very well and we still occasionally hung around together, although being at different schools both of us had developed separate circles of friends. Susan, on the other hand, I had hardly known until she started babysitting me, and, as I related in the last story about her, we had played a series of tie-up games together - a fact which I would not have wanted to be widely known.
The evening started off quite well. Susan cooked the three of us a meal. We chatted together and generally broke the ice as we ate it, then Karen and I washed up. The three of us collapsed in front of the television, still chatting and only half watching it. I can't remember what it was we were watching, possibly another episode of 'Randall and Hopkirk' or something like that. It had a tie-up scene in it, which I now can't remember either. The girls' reaction, however, is etched on my memory forever. I must have dropped out of the conversation to concentrate on the television. I suddenly became aware that the girls had stopped talking and were both watching me watching the television. That was embarrassing enough, but then Karen commented to Susan, 'You're right, Jon really does like that stuff.' I cringed and went red while the girls cracked up laughing. It was actually good-natured laughter and I found myself joining in. Karen explained that Susan had told her all about the games that Susan and I had played and that she had helped Susan work out the tie-up that she had put me in a week or two previously.
Once the laughter had subsided, Karen commented to Susan, 'You know, I think Jon would like to tie you up like that.' Susan looked at me then back at Karen. 'I'm quite sure he would,' she said. They both burst out laughing again, while I sat in stony silence. When she could speak again, Karen went on, 'Well, I think you ought to let him after what you did to him.' They both turned to face me and Susan asked, 'Do you want to have a go, Jon?' I was completely at a loss for words and was bright red again. I just grinned at them, shrugged my shoulders and spread my hands. The girls looked at each other and Karen said, 'Yes, he does want to!' and they dissolved in laughter again.
'I'm going to help!' shouted Karen and ran off upstairs. Susan looked at me and raised her eyebrows then looked down at the miniskirt she was wearing and said, 'I think I want to be in trousers for this.' She too disappeared upstairs.
While the girls were gone, I looked around for a suitable chair to tie Susan to. Their upright chairs all seemed to be too modern, with low backs and no useful bars between the legs. Karen came back with an armful of woollen scarves and socks saying, 'Susan thought these would probably do.' I was astonished at the sheer quantity.
Susan came back next. 'Will this do?' she said, doing a slow twirl like a fashion model. She was wearing a black sweater and black stretch ski pants (both of which I had seen before). She had pulled thick socks on over the ski pants and was wearing black woollen gloves. Susan usually wore her hair loose or with an alice band, but had now pulled it back into a pony tail. She was clearly dressed for being tied up, what more invitation could anyone need?
I explained the chair problem to the girls. Susan looked around at the furniture, 'Well, you'd better just tie me up on the floor then.' 'Let's do it here,' said Karen, starting to push the sitting room furniture back to make space. Karen was still very excited and clearly desperately keen to get on with helping to tie her big sister up. 'Can I help?' said Karen, just in case we hadn't noticed how keen she was. 'On one condition,' said Susan, 'you get tied up too.' Karen thought for a moment then said, 'OK, I help tie you up, then Jon ties me up.' Susan nodded her agreement. I didn't quite have the courage to ask what was going on between these two.
I was still embarrassed both at my apparently willing victim and the discussion between the girls. Anyway, I decided to make a start. 'What position should I put you in?' I asked Susan. 'You're the one doing the tying,' she replied teasingly. Karen, however, was in no doubt. 'It has to be like this,' she said and lay down on the floor in a hog-tie position. 'That's what Susan did to me,' she added. The sub-plot was becoming clearer.
Susan lay down on her tummy on the floor. We started by tying her wrists behind her back. I used a pair of long socks, one binding round the wrists, the other cinching the first one tight. Karen watched and then used the same technique to tie Susan's ankles. We used scarves to tie Susan's legs at calf and thigh level (so her knees could bend comfortably). I tied a long scarf round Susan's waist and another round her arms and body just above elbow level. I used one sock of a pair to tie Susan's wrist binding onto the scarf round her waist and the other to join her ankle binding to the same scarf and to pull her feet as close to her waist as we could without it being too uncomfortable. Susan tested her bonds and said that she probably couldn't pull free. Karen methodically and conscientously checked over the knots to make quite sure her big sister was secure.
'We've got to gag her!' demanded Karen. I thought that Jill's hanky-and-scarf gag (which I remembered from games with Bob and Jill) would probably cause Susan least distress. Karen pushed a handkerchief into Susan's mouth and appeared to enjoy doing it. I tied a scarf over Susan's mouth and nose, making sure it was tight enough not to work down. 'Breathing OK?' I asked. 'Yuff,' she replied, which I took to be affirmative. Finally, Karen blindfolded Susan with a long sock holding a handkerchief pad in place over her eyes. Karen and I stood up to admire the job.
Susan squirmed around a bit, testing her bonds again, then she paused. 'Orra eye uh arra!' she said through the gag. 'Got to tie up Karen?' I asked. 'Eph,' she replied. 'I'm working on it,' I assured her. I looked at Karen, held my finger to my lips and pointed at an arm chair, while sitting down on another myself. We sat and watched Susan as she methodically tried different approaches to get free. This was much more fun than B&G scenes on television, and it went on for longer too.
After several false starts, Susan started making real progress. She was supple enough to grab an ankle with one hand, while feeling around for knots with the other hand. She quickly found the knot on the sock pulling her ankles up to her waist and despite having gloves on, managed to untie it. She persisted and found then undid the knot on her ankle binding. I was most impressed with her efforts. Because her wrists were secured to the scarf round her waist, she couldn't make any more progress with her hands. She wriggled her legs and slowly, her leg bindings worked their way down her legs until she was able to kick them off. With her legs free, she rolled herself over onto her side and was able to get up into a kneeling position. She stomped around a bit on her knees until she collided with a chair. She leant forward and rubbed her face against the chair to use the friction against the upholstery to push her blindfold up and her gag down. After some persistence, she was able to spit out the handkerchief and to get the blindfold up above her eyes.
Susan turned round to get her bearings again and saw the Karen and me sitting watching her. She was outraged. 'She's supposed to be tied up!' Karen and I burst out laughing, which only annoyed her more. 'You're in trouble when I get out of this!' she yelled at Karen. Susan turned to me and in a quieter tone said, 'I think I'm stuck now, Jon.' I told her that she was really doing very well, which she was. I untied the sock hitching her bound wrists to the scarf round her waist and said, 'Try again now.' Once more, I was most impressed. It did not take her long to work the scarf round her arms and body up to shoulder level and off over her head. The next move astonished me. Still kneeling down, she bent forward until her head was touching the floor, then slipped her tied wrists down over her bottom until they were just behind her knees. She rolled on her side and was able to get first one, then the other foot through the loop of her arms. Lastly, she brought her wrists up to her mouth and undid the knots with her teeth. I was most impressed; I had never before seen anyone flexible enough to do that. I gave her a little round of applause. 'Now for Miss smart-aleck over there,' said Susan with a snarl. 'And you're going to help,' she added to me.
What happened next will have to wait for another posting.
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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