04 - Superheroine Gets Tied
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By JCL
I will share yet another tale from my childhood. As you may have been able to tell by now, I was quite prolific at provoking these types of situations. However, at some point I will run out as I refuse to manufacture stories from fantasy. I would love to hear from others that venture onto this page. By the way, I know my stories are long, but I believe detail is what crafts a fine tale. Please let me know if you disagree.
When I was around 15 and my little sister Jenny was 13, I was able to induce her into yet another "game" while the parents were away. You might wonder how Jenny took all this "punishment" over the years. She always knew I loved her, but she still kids me at family get-togethers about my tendency to tie her up as a child. It is embarrassing now, but I think it is worth it. After all, what are memories worth? I can always justify it by mentioning that I was an immature kid that was just playing around (and experimenting to some degree I guess). Back to the situation brewing.
I knew my mom was going to be gone for some time that afternoon, my older sister was working and my dad was at work. I was to "baby-sit" my sister until they returned. Usually, in this type of scenario, my sister would invite some friends over (which is another story or three) and I would entertain myself. However, I guess no friends were available as we were left to our devices. After messing around for a little while, she suggested a little role-playing (I did not discourage her as this concept usually led to something). She had always been a fan of the old Batman and the Wonderfriends series, so she wished to play a superheroine. Of course, there has to be conflict, so I chose to be a villain.
We decided to spice things up a little by putting together costumes first. I scrounged through my father's closet and was able to find a "thug" cap and a bandanna. A black sweatshirt and jeans completed my costume. Meanwhile, Jenny had gone about her superheroine ensemble. She had fashioned a "Wonder Woman" hairpiece from foil and construction paper and had "made" a cape from some material that was lying around. To this she added her blue leotard without leggings and a pair of boots from my mom's closet. Now this all happened in the mid-to-late 1970s. My mom had kept much of her clothes from the early seventies including several pair of boots. The boots Jenny had selected were the tight white go-go boots with about a 2" heel that zipped up on the side. This pair was rather tall and would fit my mother up to the top of her knees. On Jenny, they pulled up even higher. At 13, Jenny had already developed substantially and she was able to wear this outfit rather well. I am not adding this to voice my sexual attraction (because this was my sister and there was none) but to describe the scene a little better. It was agreed that I was to rob this "bank" and she was to track me down and capture me. Of course, I had a little different scenario in mind. We did agree that she was much stronger than I (being a superheroine after all), but my dart gun was able to render her helpless. With that the game began.
She waited in her "Batcave" while I pulled the job and hid. After a slight delay, she came running down the stairs to investigate. Meanwhile, I had hid in a downstairs closet and was rummaging through the villain tools that I carried. You know: dart gun, extra darts, rope, and some white handkerchiefs. It wasn't long before she traced me to my hideout and the battle began. I allowed her to throw me across the bed a few times to get her into it and then pulled out my dart gun and fired. The first dart glanced off her cape, which unbeknownst to me was dart proof (kids like to make up rules as they go). As she went to knock the gun out of my hand I was able to land the telling blow: a dart to the chest. Of course, this rendered her helpless and she collapsed on the bed and went through those few seconds of agony every kid has played out when they are shot during any game.
As she lie there pretending to be stunned, I put my plan into action. I pulled in a chair from the other room and set it near the bed. At this point Jenny is getting curious so I explain that disabled superheroines are not at liberty to question things. To make my point, I pumped another dart into her arm. I then, half-carried, half-dragged her to the chair and made her sit upright. Some rope was produced and I tied her hands together behind the chair. I could tell that this was not what she had in mind when the game started but one must go along with the rules - and she was helpless. I used another long rope to encircle her arms and body many times and tie her to the chair. More rope (villains carry lots of rope) was used to tie her ankles together and to one of the chair legs. I used a final piece of rope to tie her knees together - just over her knees and just under the top of the boots. At this point she was entirely helpless. Any good villain knows to keep his victim quiet so I took one of the handkerchiefs, folded it into a small triangle and stuffed it into her mouth.
Another handkerchief was folded and tied very tightly over her mouth. Now I know that this gag is not the best, but I sure like the way it looks. I think she understood that she was not meant to scream and played along with things. She just sat there struggling against the rope and mmmppphhing to my delight. I remember explaining to her that I was going to go rob another bank and I would be back in a few minutes. Naturally, this was meant to induce her to struggle and try to break free while I was gone. I wanted to watch this and blindfolded her before I "left" the room. It is interesting that as a child I never realized exactly what I was doing but I loved doing it. I stood there and watched her struggle for a while imagining that this was not my sister but some true heroine in distress. She remained that way for about ten minutes before I announced I was returning. I loosened the ropes just enough so that she could get free and then announced that I was out on another job.
At this point in my "career" I knew how to just push enough buttons that would almost inevitably assure that I would be the next to get the "treatment". It sure worked this time. By the time she was free and had tracked me down again, I was really in for it. That day was certainly one day that I wished I had more time before the folks returned. You know; you want to make sure all the rope and gag marks have reasonably disappeared before they come back and get curious.
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JCL's stories
- 01 - Playing in Tent (ff/m, m/ff)
- 02 - Sister is Fair (and Easy) Game (m/f)
- 03 - Payback Time! (f/m)
- 04 - Superheroine Gets Tied (m/f)
- 05 - JCL Gets It (f/m)
- 06 - Helping Ann (fm/f)
- 07 - Helping Jenny (fm/f)
- 08 - The Case of the Tapping Heels (m/ff)
- 09 - Hidden Jewel (m/ff)
- 10 - Babysitting Becky (f/m, m/f, F/m)
Stories retrieved from Stories of Tie-Up Games