Jill's Revenge
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By Gillian B
It's about time I posted something a bit more substantial. I have to say I'm a bit hesitant about posting this. It's much harder than I expected to put together a coherent story based on thirty-plus-year-old memories. I remember incidents and details well, but crafting them into a story that's both understandable and worth reading was quite difficult. I found I had to build up a framework to hold all the remembered details together almost as you would with a piece of fiction - you need a plot structure to guide the story. The "plot" was the benchmark for including or omitting details. Inevitably, it also showed up gaps. These were mainly events leading up to the main incident of the story and dialogue, which had to be worked around or reconstructed or guessed. (I'm an English teacher, it's my job to worry about things like this - OK?)
I'm even more hesitant because some of the best stories I could tell inevitably overlap or re-iterate Jon (McA)'s stories. Anyway, a good starting point is my revenge on Bob and Jon after their first really good job of tying me up. Jon posted his version in Tying Up Jill".
OK, enough navel-gazing - on with the tale.
Background first. Jon and my little brother Bob and I had a history of tie-up games going back some time. Early on, using plastic-coated washing line, we had limited success. I could tie either of the boys quite effectively, but they could never get wrist bindings secure on me. I got quite blasé about this and was happy for them to try out tie-ups on me knowing I could always escape. The turning point was described in Jon's first story on Bob857's page. Jon and Bob tied me to a chair using woolly scarves and I couldn't get free. Worse still, my Mum had helped them. I was betrayed! I felt natural justice demanded compensation and asked Mum to help me get my own back.
My plan, so far as I had one, was simple force - pounce and tie. Mum convinced me that the boys' success against me had been mainly due to planning and care. I've always been impatient with the details of planning anything and just want to get on and do things. (Jon, on the other hand, revels in detail - just look at the level of explanation and rationale in his stories.) Mum and I conceived a basic plan of capturing Bob so that Jon would come into our house to be confronted by his friend already tied up and then meet the same fate.
Mum suggested a quick tie-up on a chair. We experimented first with dining room chairs, but we found that they were just too big for tying a 10-year-old kid comfortably. (Although I am the oldest of the three of us, my height was mid-way between the boys' heights at that time - handy for trying out ideas.) Bob and I had small school-size chairs in our bedrooms, and Mum and I decided to use those. We tried various positions, but, for speed, settled on hands tied in front and legs tied to front chair legs. and additional bindings round waist and over lap. Again, Mum and I experimented on each other to build speed. Mum and I discovered that even tied to chairs, there was a chance the boys would be able to untie each other. The way the chairs were made meant that we could tie them so that they could free each other, but only if they co-operated and worked on their bindings in the right order. (I wanted to tie them so that escape would be impossible, but Mum wanted to make an escape game out of it.)
We planned our attack for a Saturday morning. Jon and Bob generally watched some television together on a Saturday, usually but not always at our house. It was the middle of winter and the previous week had been quite snowy, which pretty much guaranteed Jon coming to us as we had a much better garden for snowball fights and building snowmen. Mum concealed in the kitchen the necessary scarves and wool socks and stockings we planned to use and moved the chosen chairs down there on the pretext of cleaning them (Bob quite readily believed that piece of tosh). I positioned myself at the attic window with a pair of binoculars (a toy but still useful) to spy on Jon's house, which was just visible from there. I expected Jon to walk, which would take about 15 to 20 minutes by road.
However, what I saw was Jon getting his bicycle out, it was panic time. I knew he could do the journey in only 7 or 8 minutes. I ran downstairs and yelled at Bob, who was in the sitting room, "Jon's here - let's snowball him". I ran into the kitchen and he ran after me - straight into Mum's arms. He paused just long enough to give us a good head start. I shoved a chair in behind Bob, so he sat down hard, then tied him back to the chair with a long scarf, also pinning his arms to his sides. Meanwhile, Mum had pulled a pair of gloves onto Bob's hands and bound his wrists with one of her black woollen winter stockings (tights for adults were only just beginning to appear at that time) finishing it off with a neat bow. I tied another scarf over Bob's bound wrists and lap and knotted it under the chair seat where he couldn't reach it. Mum tied Bob's ankles to the chair legs with a pair of long football socks and his knees down to the front corners of the chair seat with two short scarves. We had a yellow cotton duster pre-folded ready and I used it to cleave gag Bob. Sweet success. Brother Bob sat stunned in the chair and hadn't even thought about struggling yet.
Mum and I stood back to admire the results of our efforts. Just then, we heard the side gate into the back garden bang shut and we started on stage two. Mum moved Bob into the middle of the kitchen, facing the scullery door and we stood either side of the door, as flat against the wall as we could. Jon seemed to be taking ages to appear. We heard the back door open and shut and then a rattle as he knocked snow off his bike. We heard him go outside again to ring the bell then shut the door once more. We heard him knock snow off his boots then kick them into the corner of the scullery. As he finally came into the kitchen, Jon's attention was focussed on taking his outdoor clothes off. He had a balaclava on and had a scarf tied over his mouth and nose. He was unzipping his jacket and unwrapping the scarf as he walked in and was several steps into the kitchen before he spotted Bob.
As planned, Jon was too shocked to move. Mum and I were ready for him. Mum whipped off his jacket and scarf while I pushed the second chair in behind him. The tying followed exactly the same order that we had used on Bob. All the time we were doing this, Jon couldn't take his eyes off Bob and didn't even look at Mum or me until I removed his balaclava and Mum gagged him as the last stage of the tying. Mum checked over the boys' bindings carefully, making sure they were secure but not uncomfortable.
If it had been down to me, that would have been it. They were tied up and I would just have left them for an hour or so to cool off. Mum, on the other hand, felt we could do better. The boys had planned to watch telly together, so we carried first Bob then Jon into the sitting room. (We carried them past my Dad who watched with interest, but didn't turn a hair.) The boys' priorities became obvious - they sat, apparently quite happily, watching the television, making no effort to escape. They clearly weren't going to work it out for themselves, so Mum and I had to tell them they should be able to untie each other. Mum and I were able to position ourselves so we could see the boys' efforts through the gap at the hinge side of the door. Their escape took a surprisingly long time, probably 20 minutes or so, with lots of grunts and mumbles and was huge fun to watch.
So why did I enjoy tying the boys up? I'm not sure. It certainly wasn't sexual or titillating in any way (I was only about 12). I think I just enjoyed it like any other physical game. (I enjoyed tying more than being tied, but being tied up was just part of the game, so I didn't really mind it.) On this occasion, conspiring with Mum and the element of competition were also fun.
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Gillian B's stories
- 01 - Jill's Revenge (fF/mm)
- 02 - Murder at the Vicarage (ff/f, f/F, f/ff)
- 03 - Gillian's Birthday Present (*/mf)
- 04 - Peter and Paul (mm/F, F/mm)
- 05 - Tying Myself up in Knots (f/self)
- 06 - The Magic Show (f/f)
- 07 - Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (f/self)
- 08 - Trouble with Tim (f/m, f/self, m/f)
- 09 - The Great Biscuit Robbery (mf/F, F/mf)
- 10 - The Lamp Post (m+f+/f+)
- 11 - Teacher Torture (or: Ol’ Soggy) (ff/FF)
- 12 - Anna's Story (ff/f, F/ff)
- 13 - A Game of Soldiers (mm/f, Ff/mm)
- 14 - A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (f)
- 15 - Kidnapping Cathy (f/m, m/ff, ff/m, f/f)
- 16 - A Surprise Party (fff/f)
- 17 - Challenging Mum (F/mf, mf/F)
- 18 - Getting Tied Up in my Studies (f/f, ff/F)
- 19 - Money for Old Rope (M/F)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section