01 - My First Contribution : Emmy
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By Kiaren
As promised, I'm back with my premiere story for this page. When I was about 10 years old, there was a girl who lived across from me named Emmy. Emmy was my age, a few months younger, and had these pretty brown eyes and brown hair. Of course, I only realized this a few years later. At the age of 10, Emmy was just a freind who happened to be a girl, albeit a pretty one. During summer vacation, Emmy and I would often play together at one of our houses. Our favorite game of choice involved her playing some sort of CIA-esque secret agent, and myself playing a phycotic madman trying to blow up the world. In other words, I played myself. No, really...It was kind of a cowboys and indians for the 90's.
One day, out of the blue, I decided that as part of the game I would tie her up in my secret laboratory (aka: basement), like the cruel madman I am, and lend credability to the game. My parents were working outside, and would never know what was going on. Even if they did, from knowing Emmy and myself as long as they did, nothing would have surprised them. I ran down to hide in my secret headquarters (basement), and waited to ambush her in my laboratory (the washer/dryer unit). I had hidden some rope and other things in pile of clothes easily accessable to me. Then, I heard her come down the stairs...
Emmy was coming down the stairs, and I was greatly looking foreward to giving her the surprise of her life. As she neared were I was lying in wait, I jumped out at her and knocked her to the ground.
"What do think you're doing?" she cried.
"Playing the game," I answered. "but playing it my way!"
I had knocked her onto the pile of clothes were my supplies were hidden. As I pulled out some rope and tape, her eyes widened.
"Are you going to tie me up?" she asked
"It's only fair. You always win these games. It's about time I won for once." I said, rolling her over. She didn't struggle because she knew I was far more powerful than she was.
"But the good guy never can never lose!" she pointed out.
"Then how come you're losing now?" I asked. This piece of 10 year old logic made her think for a minute while I tied her hands together.
"You'll let me go, right?" she asked, with some apprehension in her voice.
"If I feel like it!" I answered snidely.
By now I had Emmy completely tied up. I tied her ankles together with rope. Her hands were the same way. By now, she wasn't scared anymore and was kind of getting into the whole thing. She started making the obligitory damsel-in-distress warnings and motions.
"You'll never get away with this!" she said, almost mockingly, with a big smile on her face. "Believe me, when I get out, you are in sooo much trouble!" she added.
"If you get out!" I pointed out. I leaned her up against a pole and tied her to it with a long piece of rope. Then I took an old dustrag/ hankerchief, and moved it up to her mouth.
"Now you're really gonna get it!" she said.
"No, you are." I said as I tied it tightly around her mouth. She made some muffled sounds, and tried to move against her bonds to no avail. But I could see her smiling through her eyes, and I knew she was enjoying this.
With Emmy completely tied, I went upstairs. I forgot exectly what happened during the next time span of a half-and-hour, but eventually I decided to go downstairs to check on my prisoner. Besides, I had nothing to do as long as she was tied up, and I was bored. I went downstairs, and made my way over to where I had left her, but she wasn't there! As soon as I realized this, I felt something jump on my back and knock me over.
"I'll show you!" Emmy shouted.
But Emmy wasn't a match one-on-one for me, and I quickly overpowered her. Soon, I was on top, pinning her wrists to the floor.
"How'd you escape?" I asked, puzzled.
"You don't tie very tightly." she answered. "You mean you don't do this often?" she added, jokingly.
By now I had grown tired of the game, so we called it a day. I put all of my rope away, and I walked her home.
"You do know what this means though? she said before I left. "Now it's my turn for revenge!!"
She got it, but that's another story.
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Kiaren's stories
- 01 - My First Contribution : Emmy (m/f)
- 02 - Emma and Melissa (ff/m)
- 03 - Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica (fm/f, m/f, f/m)
- 04 - The Kidnapped Cousin Caper (m/f, ff/m, mf/f)
Stories retrieved from Stories of Tie-Up Games