07 - Games with Janet
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By Jon (McA)
(Reposted from the original site. Enjoy !)
This story follows my previous posting in which I described how my friend Bob (age 11) and I (age about 10) had successfully ambushed and tied up Bob's sister Jill (age 12). (http://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=37&t=1376) We had arranged to do it on a Friday evening when I was staying overnight with Bob and Jill and Jill's friend Janet was also staying over. My narrative had just got to the point where Janet had arrived and gone into Jill's bedroom, where she found Jill tied to her desk chair with woollen scarves and gagged. Bob and I rushed into the room to see what happened.
Janet removed the scarf over Jill's mouth and nose which was holding her gag in place and was surprised at the wet handkerchief that was immediately spat out. 'Untie me!' yelled Jill, but Janet wanted to inspect the bondage first. She studied the scarves holding Jill from all angles while Jill became more and more irritated. Janet turned to us with a big grin and asked, 'Did you two do this?' We grinned back and nodded. Janet immediately said, 'That looks like fun, tie me up too, please!' Now Bob and I were delighted to oblige, but cautious. We asked her whether she really wanted that and just how thoroughly she wanted to be tied. Her answer was, 'Properly, on a chair, like on TV!' Bob went to fetch the desk chair from his bedroom while I gathered up the scarves we hadn't used on Jill and went in search of some more.
When I got back to Jill's room, Janet was sitting on the chair bolt upright with her feet together and her wrists crossed behind her back to show us what she regarded as the approved position. We accordingly tied her wrists, ankles and knees with scarves. She insisted that she wanted to be tied properly to the chair as well. We tied a scarf around her waist to pin her back in the chair and another over her lap to tie her down, but she was still not as effectively tied as Jill. We tied another scarf around her upper arms and chest, but that didn't really help much. The main problem was the lack of any crossbars between the chair legs and its rather low back. We were still wondering what to do next when Bob and Jill's Mum called us down to tea.
I untied Janet while Bob untied his (still rather grumpy) sister. Janet was delighted to learn of Bob and Jill's Mum's participation in some of the tying up games. She insisted in going down for tea with her hands still tied behind her back. At the tea table, she showed off her tied wrists and requested to be tied to a chair again. Bob and Jill's Mum laughed, but offered to oblige if Bob would fetch some scarves. Janet was accordingly tied to a dining room chair. Her legs were tied to the chair legs at ankle and knee and her body tied to the chair back at waist and chest. Her hands were left free during the meal for obvious reasons.
During the remainder of the evening, at Janet's instigation, we played further tying up games (instead of chess or Monopoly or whatever we would usually do). We spent a happy evening tying each other up. Janet was mostly on the receiving end and she hugely enjoyed it all (and not in any sexual way I suspect, although at the age of 10, I was a little young to be able to tell).
Finally at bed-time, Janet requested that she be put to bed tied up. Jill was not at all sure about this and felt that her Mum should be consulted. Bob and Jill's Mum agreed that Janet being tightly tied up in bed was really not a good idea, but thought something not too constricting might be all right if Janet really wanted it (and Janet would be sleeping in the same room as Jill). Her solution was to put one of her own winter sweaters on Janet over her pyjamas and to 'strait-jacket' her with it by crossing her arms in front and knotting the sleeves, which were far too long for her, behind Janet's back. (I don't think Janet worked out how easy it would actually be to free herself from this arrangement.) She gave Janet a pair of socks to wear to protect her ankles and then tied them with a scarf using a tomfool knot, which would allow her enough slack to shuffle along if she got out of bed, but which she could probably not wriggle free from. Janet wanted to be gagged as well and after some argument settled for just having a scarf tied over her mouth, so she could pretend.
In the morning, when I got up and went downstairs, I found Jill and Janet already in the dining room. Janet was still in her pyjamas and I was astonished to see she was still wearing her improvised strait-jacket. Her ankles had been re-tied more tightly and the scarf which had been tied over her mouth at bed-time had been used to tie her knees, presumably both done by Jill. Janet was enjoying a bowl of breakfast cereal, which was being spooned into her by Jill.
After breakfast, the day settled down to a more conventional Saturday. The four of us children played outside in Bob and Jill's (wildly overgrown) back garden. It was a cold and blustery early spring day, just right for kicking a football around (read soccer ball - we're British remember) and for quiet spells watching the squirrels and other wild creatures in the woods at the bottom of the garden.
When we came in from the garden for lunch, Bob and Jill's Mum inadvertently triggered another escapade. As we trooped into the kitchen, still in our outdoor clothes, she lifted up the edge of Janet's woollen poncho (the very latest fashion in 1966) and looked underneath. 'You're not still tied up then,' she commented with a grin. Janet grinned back.
Over lunch, Janet became quite excited. She pointed out that she could actually have been tied up under her poncho and no-one would have been able to see it. She declared her ambition to return home tied up, in full public view, but with her bonds not visible. She assured us that her mother would probably be shocked but would regard it as a huge joke. The rest of us agreed to escort her home safely.
Bob, Jill and I set to work after lunch to tie Janet up inconspicuously. We thought that all we had to do was to tie Janet's wrists, then put her poncho on. This turned out not to work well. With her hands behind her back, a very obvious bulge of elbows was visible. With her hands tied in front, her shoulders were hunched forward and her posture looked wrong. We consulted Bob and Jill's ever-helpful Mum. She studied the situation carefully, then, after Janet had put her gloves on, tied her wrists together in front of her with a scarf so that they were secure but about six inches apart. She then used a longer scarf across Janet's back, looped round her elbows, pulling them back, and knotted centrally behind her back. Janet's shoulders were thus square and her elbows bent, keeping her hands out of sight and giving her a perfectly natural appearance under the poncho. We also tied her legs together above knee level using a stocking as a hobble, so she could still walk but her stride was impeded. (Her dress was just long enough to cover this.)
We were just about to put Janet's hat and scarf on her when she announced, 'Gag me too!' Given the cold weather and the fact that Janet was quite well muffled up anyway, it was just about reasonable that she should also have her scarf pulled up over her mouth and nose. Bob and Jill's Mum contributed a clean handkerchief, so we cleave gagged Janet with that and arranged her knitted woollen scarf to cover it. She was ready to go, but Jill had disappeared.
Jill came back into the room walking with short steps, obviously having hobbled her own legs the way we had done Janet's. She already had her coat and outdoor shoes on. She was carrying a fake fur muff (quite common in those days) and wearing a matching fake fur hood. The lower part of her face was covered by a scarf which she was wearing under the hood. It became clear that she had gagged herself before putting the scarf on. She said nothing but grunted, mimed bound hands and pointed at the muff. With some difficulty we pushed one coat sleeve and her muff far enough up one arm to apply a trusty tomfool knot to her wrists and then pull them back down again to cover it. We put the cord for the muff over Jill's head and it all looked perfectly normal.
Then we went out to escort Janet home - Bob and I accompanied by two well-tied, but apparently just very warmly-clad girls. Janet was in no position to carry her overnight bag, so I carried it. We walked to the bus stop, quite slowly in view of the girls' hobbles. Bob paid our bus fares and the short ride (four or five stops) passed uneventfully, even if the conversation was a bit one-sided.
As we approached her house, Janet became visibly more excited. Bob rang the doorbell and we waited. When Janet's mother opened the door we all marched in, in silence. As he had agreed previously with Janet, Bob pulled off Janet's hat, scarf and poncho, revealing the bound arms and gag. Janet's mother gasped, then burst out laughing. The rest of us relaxed and Bob and I laughed too. Jill was, of course, not laughing and Janet's mother looked at her quizzically. Jill held up the muff to indicate that her hands were tied too. Janet's mother stared then collapsed with laughter.
We untied Janet. Jill chose to remain tied up for the duration of our short visit and during the journey back to her home. She was obviously uncomfortably hot under the hood and scarf by the time we got back. We pulled her hood and scarf off as soon as we were back into the house, then stared in astonishment - Jill wasn't gagged at all. Jill disliked being gagged, so she had joined in the game by wearing a scarf over her face and just pretending to be gagged, grunting when appropriate and letting us jump to the wrong conclusion.
In retrospect, the period of time described in this and my previous post seem improbably busy with bondage activities. This is how I remember it, as a Friday evening and the following Saturday, but it is possible that my memory has conflated two or three separate incidents. Janet certainly did discover tying up games following our prank on Jill, she certainly did go to bed tied up one night and we certainly escorted her home with her bound arms hidden under a poncho. It is, however, possible that it didn't all happen within 24 hours.
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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