03 - Rainy Days With Lori
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By Jericho
Thursday June 22nd 2000 07:00:14
Rainy Days With Lori (Part 1)
I appreciate the positive feedback I've read, so I figured I would briefly share another memory/experience from my childhood. Lori and I played many bondage games over the course of our growing years, as we lived across the street from one another virtually all our lives. Some of them weren't significant enough to mention (or remember clearly), but after all, it was nearly 20 years ago. Lori and I never dated nor took our friendship to a more intimate level, but actually drifted further apart as we matured and she began to date other boys, but we remain friends today.
This story takes place sometime in the next couple years, I think we were in junior high (13-14 yrs old), we didn't play tie up games as much. Lori was an early bloomer, and was a devout swimmer to keep trim. Unfortunately, her chest wasn't cooperating in keeping her streamlined, so she was a bit bubble-chested. (She has since developed to a at least a 42D, but she may have been a B cup back then; I just remember being impressed.) Her figure made her Mom switch her to one-piece swimsuits, but they still slipped down sometimes when she would dive into the pool...
Anyway, I remember a late summer day when we were playing video games (Atari, I think). We had been out by the pool, but the afternoon showers had made us retreat inside. We were at my house, and my family was scattered about. We were supposed to have company later in the afternoon, so Mom was doing laundry and Dad was finishing something in the garage. Lori and I were debating different things to do, and I challenged her to a tie-up/escape game. She was reluctant, becoming more 'proper' every day. I appealed to her competitive instincts by challenging her to a few different video games (best of 3). She agreed. I don't remember all of them, but she was annoyed at how happy I was when I zapped her in the first 2.
We ended up seeking some privacy in the basement. I had built numerous homebases and playhouses in my day, but all that remained was a small hideaway under the stairs. The one side was blocked off with a heavy footlocker and bookshelf, the other was partially blocked by a metal wall unit, and we had a white curtain hung over the remainder of the opening. The inside was simple, but the cinderblock wall was painted and reasonably clean, and the floor was tiled in vinyl. Unfortunately, at it's highest point, you could barely stand up. There was a small lamp run in on an extension cord which provided the only light.
We climbed in there with our swimsuits, towels, and my bag of gear. Lori tied her long, brown hair back into a ponytail and folded her towel underneath her. She was wearing a black swimsuit with some thin lines of color wrapped around it. The calves rode high, and the bustline and back were low. I don't think it would have been her first choice for a tie-up, but it was the best one for my intrests. I asked her to sit indian-style, with her legs crossed in front of her and her back near the wall.
Since I had good success with leather in the past (see previous post), I primarily used belts I had borrowed from several closets in the house. I used two belts around her legs. Each one secured her ankle to the other leg, just below her bent knees. Once they were secure, I buckled four belts around her torso, pinning her arms at her sides. They ranged above and below her chest, around her middle, and one around her waist at about level with her elbows. I gently bent her arms and pulled her forearms up until they were resting on her thighs, her hands near her knees. I added two more belts on each arm and thigh, securing her at her wrist and just below her elbow. I added a short belt around her neck, doubling it over for a simple collar.
That was the end of the serious binding. Lori didn't understand the belt around her neck, but I loved the look of it, and offered that it looked good. It had been a treat securing her and touching her body, and she could tell I was excited by the sight of her. She flexed experimentally, testing her limitations, and asked if I was finished. One of the new wrinkles to our tie up games was to leave the victim alone to escape. Lori wanted her privacy, without me staring her over. She wanted me to leave for awhile, (although we always set a time limit to come back and check on things).
But I wasn't done. I studied her for a few moments, then considered my remaining materials. I pulled a long belt from the bag and slipped it around where her legs crossed in front of her. I then slipped the free end through her collar, and buckled it, pulling her slightly forward. I then produced a couple multi-colored jump ropes, and went to work on her back. I tied one end around the two highest belts on her back on each side, about where her shoulders were. This nearly overlapped the pair of belts in the back, and squeezed the belts a bit tighter in the front, accenting her cleavage a bit. I then ran the other end of each jump rope to the sides, securing one end to the highest available point on the wall unit, the other to the handle of the footlocker.
Lori wasn't going anywhere fast, and I think she knew it. I then tightened several of the belts that had slackened as I progressed (or her body conformed to their fit; I'm not sure which). Her limbs were tighly secured, with little chance of her wriggling her arms or legs out. She had very little movement available to her. To top it off, her body was pulled forward, her chest hanging in front of me, and her torso was tied off to separate points at either end. She couldn't roll or flop over to find a hidden release. She seemed a bit exasperated.
"Did you plan all this out today?" I shook my head and she sighed.
"Ready", I asked?
She nodded. I then tied a folded t-shirt around her eyes, blindfolding her, and cleave gagged her with the last jump rope, knotting it around her head after encircling it three or four times.
I turned out the lamp and climbed out from under the stairs, leaving Lori a prisoner in the darkness. From outside the hideout, I could barely hear her breathing, and the occasional rustle and creak of rope or leather. I really wanted to watch her struggle, but I had agreed to the rules, and it gave me a certain satisfaction to have a girl like Lori tied in my parents basement. I had some time to kill, so I went upstairs to play another video game.
Tell me what you think, and I'll try to finish this one up later.
Jericho
USA
Rainy Days With Lori (Part 2)
Sorry to leave some of you hanging, but I couln't finish this one in one sitting (without messing it up badly) and I take a certain pride in telling a story properly.
Lori and I had agreed she should have a half-hour time limit to effect her escape. I set my watch and burned the 30 minutes easily, excitedly waiting to sneak down there and see how far she had gotten undone. (I probably got more excited every minute she didn't come upstairs after me, because it meant I tied her well and she was still my prisoner.) I casually walked downstairs and made sure I was unnoticed by my family (they just wouldn't understand), then ducked quickly under the stairs and fumbled for the light.
Lori was still there all right, flushed red and definitely a bit sweaty (maybe aroused; I don't think either of us understood such things at that point). She had moved her body about somewhat from the look of the towel and the tautness of the ropes holding her in place. It looked like she had strained back and forth and had found a little bit of slack to get some body movement into her struggles. That momentum had enabled her to shift the belts on her arms and thighs (her primary goal for freedom) as well as her upper body, but they still held her remarkably in place. The game was over and I had won. I asked if she was OK as I untied the rope-cleave gag. Lori nodded. I offered to start letting her out, and she didn't reply.
"Did I have a half-hour?", she asked.
I stated that she did, curious at why that would matter. I was satisfied with the experience and thought this was as far as it would go. Lori offered that she was "almost there" before I interrupted, and said she wanted "a little more time" to escape herself. I was very surprised. I didn't think Lori would be this fierce a competitor. I also doubted that she could do it herself, but my mind raced ahead.
"I don't know", I replied, "Your time is up."
Lori used several words like "Pleeease?" and "C'mon, Jer, let me do this."
I reluctantly agreed, but complained that the half-hour escape time was based on the amount of time it took to secure the victim. We had used that rule for awhile. Lori and I negotiated for a few minutes, but she refused to have any additional restraints added at this point. We conceded on her additional half hour for letting me tighten a couple belts that had slackened (after all, she could do it again, right?) re-gaging her with the rope (gently, of course), and one more penalty. Lori's swimsuit was a one-piece that you had to pull on, but it had thin, adjustable ties that cris-crossed along her back and tied off by her neck and ribs for a 'swimmers fit'. (I guess spandex one-pieces weren't 'in' yet.)
We hadn't discussed this part, and Lori was already re-gagged, re-tightened and waiting for me to leave. I reached over her back and quickly pulled out the two knots that secured the upper, front part of her swimsuit. Lori protested a muffled "What? No! Uh-uh." and twisted under my hands. I quickly backed off, noting that the suit's tight fit had slackened a little, but was held in place by the belts. I shushed Lori and warned: "This is your incentive not struggle too much. You have your half-hour; you can free yourself and re-tie the back, or remain bound and stay covered up, or get caught in-between. Good luck." And I turned out the light. I backed out, pulled the curtain shut, and heard Lori growling behind her gag as she thought about it.
I returned upstairs, thinking how wonderful it would be to turn on the light in thirty minutes and see Lori's chest. Then I shrugged it off, not wanting to obsess over something that was probaly a remote possibility. She'd probably escape and be upstairs in a few minutes, taunting me and cursing me for trying to get a cheap peek at her body. It had been five minutes of me considering this when I passed my Dad cutting through the house in his work-clothes. I asked where he was going and what he was up to.
"The basement" he replied, "I need some tools to finish this bookshelf for your mother." I felt very nervous. There was no reason for my Dad to go under the stairs and Lori shouldn't give herself away, but what if something happened? I followed him downstairs, offering to help and making conversation. My Dad asked about Lori, and I said she had gone home. I heard nothing from under the stairs, and my Dad ended up staying there and making quite a racket. I came and went, nervously glancing to the stairs a few times. Dad finally finished after about 45 minutes or so. After he disappeared upstairs, I ducked under the stairs and flipped on the lamp.
Lori was still there, more or less intact. Her suit had drooped a little, and I apologized as I quickly bent to untie her. I started at the neck to ankle belt (which had been re-tightened) and unbuckled it to let her sit up straight, then moved to the ropes holding her to the wall-unit and footlocker. I was hurrying, nervous that she was mad and afraid of being found out. She mumbled that she tried to get out but was trying to be quiet so she wouldn't be discovered. Somewhere along with my untying of the first rope, I heard the doorbell ring upstairs, and my Mom called me. I ignored her, continued to untie my knots (which should have been easy, but my hands were shaking) and Lori murmured "Hurry! Hurry!" Then I heard my Mom call again, and I froze after almost untying the first rope.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." I said, "Get out if you can, and I'll be back soon to help. And keep quiet."
My mind raced as Lori protested under her gag and I turned out the light. I would get to her as soon as I could, but I didn't want anyone to find us, particularly in Lori's situation. I tried to clear my mind as I went upstairs to meet our company, the Mitchells. I made some excuses as I joined the group in the living room and waited for my chance to excuse myself.
The Mitchells were old friends of the family; in fact, Lori's parents, my parents, and the Mitchells were all friends in college. We had understandably known them a long time, but while Lori and her folks lived across the street, the Mitchells were an hour or so away, and we only saw them once a month or so. They had three children, two boys and a girl. Andrea was my favorite. She was the youngest, a tomboy my age, who I sometimes thought was my twin sister. We had been friends forever, but I thought of her more of an equal sibling, or a brother even, than a girl. We had played tie-up games as well, but we were always on the same side (against her brothers) and were tied up together. She usually rejected feminine traits, but her body was developing despite her. As close as we were, I knew she was extremely athletic and competitive, and had a leaner body than Lori.
We all chatted upstairs for awhile, and as the group drifted apart, I excused myself. After a fake trip to the bathroom, I detoured to the basement to get Lori out of her bonds. She had been tied up for just over two hours at this point, and I was responsible for her safety. I opened the door and flipped on the light as I jogged downstairs (my Dad must have closed it). I paused, listening to the noises upstairs, then ducked the curtain to crawl under the stairs. I whispered "Lori?" and I heard a muffled "Here" in the dark. I flipped on the light. Lori had managed to work her right hand free of one belt, but that was about it. The arm was still secured. I apologized again, and before I could touch her, I heard footsteps near the basement door.
I flipped off the light and sighed. Andrea came downstairs, calling "Jer? Are you down here?" I grabbed a couple bottles of Coca-Cola from the wall unit and stepped out from under the curtain. Andy looked at me curiously as I replied that I just came down here to bring some soda upstairs. She grabbed a third and we went back upstairs, talking about the sun coming out and the pool looking good. I spent nearly another hour socializing and performing one task or another.
I really wanted to get Lori out, but everyone kept giving me things to do. Sometime in that hour I noticed Andy giving me an odd smile, but I didn't ask. Eventually most of the families headed to the pool out back. I stole away to change and returned to the basement. Ducking under the curtain, I flipped on the light, and whispering "I am so sorry for this. I never meant for this to happen..." and froze. Lori groaned softly. She was still there, but instead of being halfway untied or completely unbound and waiting for me to escort her out (as I expected) she was tied almost as before. I say almost, because I noted some changes which really puzzled me.
Lori remained in the Indian-style bondage I had devised, but the neck to ankle belt had been re-buckled tightly, and I mean on the tightest notch. This bent her over so her head was only six or eight inches above her ankles. It must have been murder on her back after being tied similarly for so long. Her right hand had been re-buckled to her thigh, and both her wrists were connected by a knotted length of clothesline (which wasn't mine!) that ran across the top of her legs. She couldn't pull her hands free if she wanted to. The jump-ropes I had used to secure her shoulders and back to the sides of the enclosure had been taughtly re-tied, holding her in place. Finally, Lori's whole head had been hooded with her t-shirt, on top of the other blindfold and gag.
My first thought (of fantasy) was that Lori had engineered by herself, but after some quick analysis, I realized it would have been impossible. My fears of being discovered ran wild as I quickly un-knotted her hooded head. I whispered questions to Lori, but I couldn't understand her answers. She sounded tired. As I pulled the t-shirt off, I noticed she was still gagged, but roughly. While I had tied a few lengths of the rope across her jaw (a modest gag) and let the ends hang down in back, now the entire rope encircled her head tightly. Her mouth was forced wide open, and the knot was tied over her mouth.
I asked if she was OK, and she nodded. I unknotted her gag and proceeded to free her from the belts. The only other significant thing I noticed while untying her was her swimsuit. While over the course of the afternoon things had loosened and I may have gotten a peek (with a little help, that is), she had been covered when I saw her an hour ago. While her modesty was still intact in this case, I could tell her top had been pulled down under and around the belts, and then the neck ties had been re-tied above the leather. This was obvious when I bent to unbuckle her, and saw the fabric stretched and re-tied around her neck.
Lori refused to give me many answers, pushing me to silence and ordering me to free her and get her out of there without being found out. When I asked who did this all I got was "Someone else." I could tell she was angry and embarrassed about the situation, so I didn't push it. I was able to sneak her out of the basement and through the garage while everyone was out back. Suprisingly, nobody missed us. She was really sore and had been marked up well from the tie-up, so she walked around for a bit before going home. In retrospect, I think she suspected I had something to do with what happened (other than tying her up), but we both knew I was responsible. We promised to talk about it another time, but that was the last tie-up game we played. We did talk things over, and I pieced things together, but thats another story.
Whadya think?
Jericho
USA
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Jericho's stories
- 01 - My First Bondage Memory (f/m)
- 02 - Getting Lori Back (m/f)
- 03 - Rainy Days With Lori (m/f)
- 04 - Settling The Score With Andrea (m/f)
- 05 - Eye-Opener Freshman Year (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 06 - Capture The Flag (mm/mf)
- 07 - Lifesaving 101 (m+/f)
- 08 - Mandy Loses the Escape Game (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 09 - Friday Evening Playtime with Mandy (M/F) (in Adults archive)
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