Pride Cometh Before the Fall: Part 2 of 3 (m/f + f/m)

[Jeff K]

Today's story is the second part of the Pride Cometh Before the Fall trilogy.

Ever since my little sister Ashley had captured both Henry and I, I had been craving another tie-up at her hands. However, I was also in the mood to get some sweet, sweet revenge. So with that end in mind, I knocked on her door one Saturday, and when she answered, I said I wanted to challenge her.

“Okay,” said Ashley said, frowning slightly. “What's the challenge?”

“I tie you up, and if you can't escape, you're my prisoner,” I said. “But if you do escape, I'll be your prisoner.”

Ashley's face broke out in a smile. “I was hoping you would say that. Okay, I'm game! What are the rules?”

“I tie you up with rope, and you have 20 minutes to escape.”

“20 minutes?” she scoffed. “That'll be a breeze! And how long does the loser stay tied up?”

“I was thinking…three hours?” I was slightly hesitant, as I didn't know if she would agree to that.

Ashley didn't even blink. “Okay! Tie me up!”

I was delighted at how easy this was. She had agreed without even a second thought. I hurried to collect some rope, as well as a gag to use if I won. Ashley broke out in a big smile when she saw it all, and very quickly put her hands behind her back. I bound her wrists with one rope, then used another to tie her ankles, and finally took a third to pull them tight together to act as a hogtie. I then told Ashley to start escaping, and I sat back to watch.

My sister struggled and pulled, but it was clear she was enjoying her current state. She wore a big smile the whole time and complemented my ropework. Very quickly my hogtie rope was proven to be less tight than I had realized, as she was free from that within 5 minutes, although her hands and feet remained bound. She managed to sit up, and her shoulders and arms strained as she twisted her wrists and attempted to wriggle free from the bindings.

Then, all of a sudden, she gave a defeated sigh, and she asked how much longer she had. “5 minutes” I told her. She shook her head, then let out a big sigh. “What's wrong?” I asked.

“I'm not getting out,” she stated. “what's going to happen to me now?”

My heart leaped for joy. I had done it! I had defeated my sister! And now it was time to enact my revenge. I gave her a conniving smile. “Well, first, I am going to parade you around the house for all to see. Then I shall torture you with merciless tickling! I also have new way of tying you up that I want to try. I shall make you wallow in your defeat and wish you had never agreed to this game.”

Ashley gave me a resigned look. “Honestly, that all sounds like fun.”

I was taken aback. I knew Ashley liked being captured, but I didn't expect her to take kindly to being tortured. “For real?” I asked.

Ashley nodded. “Yeah, I'm going to enjoy all that a lot.” Then her complexion changed and she gave me a confident look. “Enjoy doing that to YOU, that is!”

And with that, she revealed her hands, free of the ropes, then quickly removed her ankle bindings.

I was stunned. It had all happened so quickly. I was on the verge of victory. On the verge of revenge. And now the tables had turned and I was to be the prisoner once again.

“Okay, bro, come here!” Ashley ordered.

I groaned, but I moved to do as she commanded. She had me put my hands behind my back and then went to work binding them together. As soon as I felt the rope on my wrists, everything started to change. All the disappointment in my failure started to turn into delight at my captivity. Every ounce of my being shivered at the absolute pleasure of being bound and rendered helpless. Soon more rope was wrapped around my body, and then it was time for the gag. As the bandana I had selected for my sister was pulled into my mouth by that same sister, I became so grateful that I had suggested this game.

Once she had me tied up, Ashley decided to start off with the tickling. Her fingers dug into my ribs, causing me to thrash helplessly as the sensation shot through my body. The electricity of the helplessness was a delight that I could not (and still can't really) put into words.

By the time she finished, I was red-faced, exhausted, and full of joy. Then she hauled me to my feet and started to walk me around the house. First stop was the downstairs room, where Henry was on his computer, gaming away. He took great delight in seeing me captured, even offering a few tickles of his own, which I both loved and hated.

Then she took me to the back room, where my mom was in the process of reading a book. Mom instinctively looked up to say hi, and then she gave a little start when she saw me, before laughing.

“Tied up again, Jeff?”

I nodded. “He's my prisoner!” declared Ashley.

“Let me guess,” said Mom, “this was all his idea.” Ashley turned to me, letting me respond. I nodded sheepishly. “Well, I'm glad you're having fun,” said Mom, and then I was on my way.

Finally, I was marched up to my dad's office. He also thought it was very funny that I had been captured, and he commented on how long it had been since he and I played one of these games. I eagerly exclaimed that we should play again, but all that came out was “mmmmph”, which drew a laugh from both my dad and my sister.

Then the parade was over and it was time for more torture. Ashley tied me to her bed, wrists to the headboard and feet to the bottom, giving her premium access to my most vulnerable parts. My armpits and feet were tickled while I tried in vain to get free. Even if I didn't enjoy being gagged, I would have been grateful for how it muffled my screams of blissful agony.

Then when she'd had enough, Ashley ceased her tickles, and decided to regale me with stories. My sister was always a creative storyteller, so I listened intently as she told the story of a wandering knight named Jeff who was on the hunt for the evil queen Ashley. Of course, I spent most of the story getting captured by various enemies and even sold into slavery at one point.

I was fully hooked and sad when my ordeal had come to a close. After I was released Ashley asked if I had learned my lesson.

“No way!” I declared defiantly.

Ashley winked. “I hope not.”

[Canuck100]

Another cute story. Glad you’re sharing more of your tug experiences with your sister. Thanks for sharing!

[WhereAmI]

Great story, to learn something is great, to not learn it is heaven because you get tied up again even tho it's only by your sister and not your big hulking Dad who can really do you damage if he wanted 2.

[Jeff K]

Another cute story. Glad you’re sharing more of your tug experiences with your sister. Thanks for sharing!

Thanks for reading! I love that I have many childhood experiences to share.

[Jeff K]

Great story, to learn something is great, to not learn it is heaven because you get tied up again even tho it's only by your sister and notyour big hulking Dad who can really do you damage if he wanted 2.

Oh there are more stories with him, don't you worry about that!

[Redman]

Yet another awesome story, Jeff! Thank you!

[JadeAnn]

“Enjoy doing that to YOU, that is!” ahaha i loved this line.

I enjoyed the story. It sounds great that mom didn't care to see you tied.

She telling you a story about a Jeff being prisoner of queen Ashely is so mean and funny. Absolutely love it. Do you remember the story she told you?

[Jeff K]

Yet another awesome story, Jeff! Thank you!

Thanks for reading!

[Jeff K]

Absolutely love it. Do you remember the story she told you?

Thanks! It was definitely a fun experience.

It was something along the lines of us going to war with me outnumbering her significantly, but being defeated and captured anyway. I think in this one it was like she personally overpowered me and tied me up and then the rest of my army surrendered (and got tied up as well, of course!)

[WhereAmI]

Smart Army, Accepting their Comanders fate and being tied-up by an Overpowering Mommy Force!!!!!

[Jeff K]

Smart Army, Accepting their Comanders fate and being tied-up by an Overpowering Mommy Force!!!!!

It was a delightfully humiliating story!