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04 - Nicky's retribution
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By Mason

Regular readers will remember my last post in which I very successfully tied up my next door neighbour and best friend, the lovely dark haired Nicole otherwise known as "Nicky" by all and sundry.

After untying Nicky, her famous last words had been, "But I owe you one now! Next time we get the chance, I'm going to tie you up just like that!"

I could hardly wait for it to happen and I had already decided to subtly let Nicky know that I would, indeed, enjoy a return match. At the time, as I have already said, I knew I liked to both tie and be tied up but not why. I had no way of understanding why I liked to be tied up much still less articulating my thoughts. How could I when I had never even heard the term, "bondage?" What I did know was it did seem "wrong" to want to be tied up. That much I certainly knew! This is a theme I have noticed many other posters to these sites express.

Therefore, I had no way of knowing whether Nicky felt the same way I did or whether bondage (referred to as "tie-up games" or "tying up competitions" to us at the time) was neither here or there to her. Looking back with hindsight, I think it is very likely that Nicky also enjoyed bondage more than she was letting on at the time. She certainly seemed to derive completely unfeigned pleasure from the way I had tied her up before. Without getting too rude or sexual, certainly many girls really appear to love a well-placed crotch rope or breast tie. I know that Nicky did!

It was a week later Nicky finally got the chance to turn the tables on me and prove a point or two to me regarding tying up skills. Etcetera, etcetera. I think her determination to make me pay for the way I tied her up also may have had something to do with the way I had teased her throughout the week. I was still very much "cock-a-hoop" in the aggravating way small boys are, over the way I had bound and gagged Nicky like that and I had rarely missed an opportunity to stir her about it.

Once again, we had the house to ourselves. Nicky's family was out watching her two older 15 and 16-year-old teenage brothers playing football (Australian Rules football) at an "away" match on the other side of Melbourne. Therefore they would not be back until quite late, a fact for which we were both grateful as neither of us got along with them at all. I was still smarting over the way one of them had nicked my bike while I wasn't looking and returned it in what could only be described as a rather battered condition. Relations between us had never been quite the same again. I was able to laugh about it eventually but that was not until many years later

For once, it was not raining either. It was a lovely warm and sunny day with little wind. Being winter, it was still cool but not cold. I had spent the best part of the morning wondering how to bring up the subject of my being tied up by Nicky given that I had absolutely no desire whatsoever to let her find out my real liking for bondage. It was Nicky who solved the problem for me.

"Hey, Mase, do you remember what I told you last week?" she asked, while pretending to feed her doll. (We used to play cubby houses ALL the time too in between bike riding, drawing and tying each other up.)

"No," I replied, "What are you talking about?"

Patiently, she explained that she "owed me one now" and she wanted to tie me up. There it was. Just like that. I still wonder if she ever realised just how delighted I was to hear her say that. Music to my tender young ears.

Of course, I had to shoot off my mouth, in the way young kids do and tease her that I would probably get free pretty quickly. I know for a fact, Nicky didn't like what I said because she sarcastically reminded me that I had only ever tied her up real good once (last week) while, on the other hand, I had been tied up heaps of times and it was always her who had to untie me. Ouch. How the mighty do fall.

"Ok, ok, you've said enough," I impatiently exclaimed, not willing to get embroiled in a argument I stood little chance of winning. Even at that young age, Nicky's feminine logic was already well developed.

Nicky gave me a smile of real triumph as she recognised my complaint as a sign of defeat, a subtle acknowledgment, that she did indeed have "the runs on the board," so to speak. (A cricketing term for those unfamiliar with that expression.) Quickly, she got up and went to get the rope.

Almost immediately, I grew hard. Bondage has this effect on me, you see. And it still does.

I simultaneously began to worry because I did not want Nicky to notice my "stick" as we called a 'hard on' or erection back then in the mid to late seventies, that forgettable decade of ABBA, flares and platform shoes.

After Nicky had returned with the rope that she would be using to tie ME up I asked her, "How do you want to tie me up? Like last week?" hoping she would put me into a hogtie like the one I had employed with such devastating effect earlier.

Her eventual answer horrified me. "No, not like that..." she mused, "We did that last week, I want to try something different this time."

"But you said you wanted to tie me up like last week! Remember?" I anxiously reminded her.

"Yes, I know! I know that. But I want to do something different, Ok?" She was implacable. Perhaps she sensed my anxiety, I do not know. Whatever. In the end, she ordered me to stand next to the tree because she wanted to tie me to the tree.

There was absolutely no way I wanted to be tied to the tree for obvious reasons. And I let her know all about it, "Could you tie me up like I did last week?" I pleaded.

"No, I don't want to! Come on!" Saying so, Nicky dragged me up to my feet so she could tie me to the tree. While Nicky busied herself sorting out the rope, I turned my back to her and unobtrusively adjusted my "stick" which just would not go away. Why is it that they used to appear at such inopportunate times? All I could do was take what was coming and hope like mad that she would not notice my embarrassing condition.

Eventually Nicky was ready to begin tying me to the tree she had selected. It was a youngish sort of Australian gum with a narrow five-inch wide trunk. The first ten feet from the ground, it rose as straight as a die before the first branches began sprouting outwards. The bark was pale white and yellow with tinges of green. It was very smooth, not in the least rough to the touch. Perfect for her purposes.

I hesitated, not liking the sound of this game at all. Maybe I had bad vibes even then. How amazingly prescient I was!

"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Nicky impatiently asked, holding a long coil of rope in one hand.

Facing the tree, I crossed my hands in front of me, with the trunk in between my body and my hands hoping Nicky would take the hint. She did not.

Nicky slapped my hands away, exclaiming, "No,no, not like that! Turn around! Yes like that! Put your hands behind your back!"

Defeated, I complied, hoping she would not notice my condition. There could be few more embarrassing things to a young boy of 12, on the verge of puberty than to have such a err... visible hard-on like that!

After carefully crossing my hands behind me in a "X" pattern, Nicky tied them very skilfully and tightly together. I was equally in ecstasy as the ropes tightened around my slim wrists as I was in agony due to that condition up front.

I knew that just tying me up was going to take a while. There was still a lot of rope carelessly heaped on the ground and I knew Nicky would want to use all of it, or as much as possible.

Plenty of time to notice...

Nicky went right on tying me up. While she looped more and more rope around my chest and behind the bole of that tree, I surreptitiously tested my bonds. There was no slack or give in the ropes. The knots were also well out of reach. I would be staying put until she decided to let me go.

After attaching me to the tree in this fashion, Nicky wound yet still more rope around and around me, lashing both my body and arms to the tree. I still remember the way she really yanked on those ropes pulling as hard as she could.

I complained, "That's too tight!" Nicky must have been waiting for me to say this, for she hastily tied a knot to my chest ropes and reached into the pockets of her jeans. She pulled out a long silk scarf and asked me if I promised to shut up.

"Why should I! Its too tight!" I moaned.

"Too bad!" Nicky sarcastically replied. "You gagged me last week so I'm going to do the same to you!" With that, I began thrashing my head around to no avail for Nicky gripped my throat and squeezed with one dainty hand until I began to gasp for breath. Her grip wasn't all that tight but it was tight enough to serve her purpose, "Stop behaving like that, ok?" she angrily asked. "I'm going to gag you and that's that! Fairs fair, remember?"

Defeated, I stood still and let her gag me. After carefully wettening a torn off portion of an old (but clean) T-shirt under the tap, Nicky balled it up and stuffed it into my mouth before tying the scarf very tightly around my head in opposite directions, making sure each loop went between my lips effectively cleave gagging me. And preventing any slippage too. Several loops later, Nicky knotted it very firmly behind my head.

"Mmmmpppfffppphhhhh" I quickly found I could not produce much more than very well muffled unintelligible grunts.

"That's better!" Nicky fairly beamed as she regarded me. "Let's get on with it!" Quickly, she untied the temporary knot and continued to bind my arms and torso to the tree. She used another, shorter piece of rope to cinch up my chest ropes. Nicky pulled so hard on the rope, I actually felt my breathing being constricted a little.

I could not help wondering if James Bond or Super-duper-man would have been able to escape this tie up.

Suddenly, Nicky was all business. Without speaking to me, she took another loop and tied it around my waist and wrists pinning them to the tree in back before cinching the ropes between the trunk and my hands, removing any chance no matter how slim, I had of freeing myself and escaping Blofeld's clutches. Then she took another piece of rope and knotted one end to my waist rope. Nicky passed it under my thighs just as I had done to her a week ago and over the ropes cinching my wrists to the tree and back again, repeating several times before knotting everything off. I could not help marvelling how good those ropes felt especially the crotchrope.

I died a thousand deaths then for Nicky had to have noticed my condition especially since she had to pass the rope through my thighs and upwards forming a crotchrope of sorts. Fortunately she did not say anything so I began to hope she had not noticed.

My legs followed next. Nicky lashed and cinched my thighs, knees and ankles together in turn, before tying my legs to the tree itself again at ankles, knees and thighs but in the opposite direction, beginning at my already bound ankles. She took care to cinch those ropes too, except for my thigh ropes for she was having difficulty passing the rope between my legs and the tree trunk, so tightly I was tied to the tree. Not for the first time, I wondered how a silly 12-year-old girl could get so good at tying someone up. (Now theres a politically incorrect thought for you all - why shouldn't a girl be just as good tying someone up as any guy?) Mind you though, we had had plenty of practise already. But still!

My "stick" still had not gone away, despite the instructions from my brain to the contrary. In fact, if anything it was even harder than before, so good did those tight ropes feel.

"Well, that's it. I've finished!" Nicky smirked, "Try to get free from that! I bet you can't escape!" My eyes must have conveyed the same information for she laughed loudly. "One hour! Like last week, remember? You've got an hour to get free. You give up yet?" she asked.

I shook my head - no!

Nicky settled down on the bench to wait while I struggled, in vain to free myself. I could not believe how tightly Nicky had tied me up. I was really enjoying this but of course, no way I could tell her that.

Suddenly Nicky began to giggle then laugh, while staring fixedly and pointedly at my crotch. Sprung!

Has she seen it? I wondered. She had. Nicky stood up and began to laugh, whilst pointing at the large bulge in the crotch of my jeans between gulps of helpless laughter. Mean while I went very red in pure acute embarrassment.

"You like this do you?" She asked, "You like being tied up?"

I shook my head and 'mmmph'd' frantically in a totally unconvincing denial.

"I think you like being tied up!" Nicky teased. "Mason likes being tied up! He likes to be tied up!" chorusing this silly little refrain for a few minutes. Never mind she had obviously enjoyed being bound and gagged only a week ago. The difference was, being a girl I had no way of telling just how much she had enjoyed being tied up.

I was absolutely mortified because Nicky had all too accurately guessed my deepest darkest secret - namely that I liked being tied up with that wonderful intuition only girls seem to be able to possess. I wanted to curl up and die.

What Nicky did next totally shocked me, for what happened was really quite unbelievable. I know it sounds unbelievable - but it really happened. Only someone who knew me as well as she did would have dared to do what she did. (After all, we had known each other since childbirth and had even swum together sans clothes when the adults were not around to see what we were up to)

She strolled over and placed one hand on the bulge between my legs and gently squeezed, grinning at me before removing her grip and very slowly unzipping the fly of my jeans, asking me "Do you like being tied up?" I went berserk trying to escape but the ropes held me fast.

Then Nicky pounced. She quickly whipped my "stick" from out of its hiding place beneath my jocks out into plain view, and left it there. My embarrassment and the cold air achieved what my frantic thought commands could not do, for it shrivelled into nothingness, so to speak. My humiliation was complete.

Meanwhile Nicky continued to laugh and point while periodically chorusing, "Mason likes to be tied up!"

After the longest half an hour in my life, (actually it wasn't that bad once I had recovered from my embarrassment and Nicky stopped teasing me.) Nicky finally began untying me, a process that took some while due to the seeming miles of rope she had used on me. However she refused to touch you-know-what, making me put it back where it had come from once my hands were freed.

After she had finished untying me, we relaxed with a cool soft drink each and settled back for the inevitable post-mortem. "That was funny!" Nicky giggled," I'm sorry I teased you"

"That's OK" Wisely, I decided to let sleeping dogs lie and to graciously accept Nicky's apology in the same spirit in which it was given.

"But you did tease me an awful lot last week so I had to get my own back" she explained. I could not help feeling very relieved that Nicky was going to leave the matter at that. In fact, it was entirely possible that Nicky had not even associated my "stick" with my actually liking being tied up since, at our tender ages everything was innocent and non-sexual which was why she had had the confidence and nerve to do what she did.

"Well, that was lots of fun!" Nicky said, "We'll have to do this again soon. My turn to be tied up next, remember?" she reminded me. As if I did not know!

Mason

Deleted User 3087 · Post by **Deleted User 3087** » 6 years ago

Solarbeast wrote: 6 years ago [mention]HikariTiedUp[/mention]. I'm glad you are reposting old stories to this site, but this site does require gender tagging of stories and entertainment type posts. If you don't know what that is, feel free to pm me and I will tell you what you need to do.

Apologies, I forgot to do it. I have done it now.

Post by **Canuck100** » 6 years ago

You'll find the rest of Mason's stories here:

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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories

Mason's Adult Experiences

Mason's stories were retrieved from the Internet Wayback Machine

More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine

Stories of Tie Up Games