01 - Being coached by Sherry the babysitter
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By Rubicant
Tuesday, July 24th 2001 - 10:01:17 PM
This story is rather tame, as I was so young at the time. However, it was my first ever TUG, and I figured that if I was going to post my experiences, I should begin at the beginning.
As I mentioned in my first post, my interest in restraint started out as a power struggle. I'd do things like locking the cat up in its pet carrier, trapping my little brother in the closet (until his screams got to the point where Mom might hear them), and catching and keeping numerous insects and animals in coffee cans. I remember relishing the feeling of power I got from watching flies and lightning bugs batter their wings against the lid trying to get out.
My first real TUG occurred when I was six years old, in 1985. It started when I was watching Inspector Gadget at around 3:30 in the afternoon and my neighbor Sherry came over to babysit. My dad ran his own store which closed with the local mall at 9:00 PM, and my mom worked the evening shift at the local hospital, where she was a nurse. Sherry, who was ten years old at the time, would babysit me until my dad got home. Her house was right next door, and her mom would check in on us from time to time, so my parents were satisfied that my brother and I would be safe.
I was watching an Inspector Gadget episode famous among bondage-loving 80's kids: Penny had been caught sneaking around a laboratory hidden in a diamond mine and was tied up on a conveyor belt carrying her toward a laser. She cut her hands free with one of the diamonds on the belt, and the laser cut her ankle bonds. I watched the scene in rapt attention, and right as the scene started Sherry walked in the room and asked me something. I was too fascinated to answer her, so she snuck up behind me and clapped her hands over my eyes right as the scene ended. I remember jumping up so fast I hit her chin with my skull.
"What'cha watching, Nicky?" she said sweetly.
"Inspector Gadget," I said.
"You must really like this show."
I told her that I really did, and she said that she had asked me what I wanted for supper.
We ended up having her mom bring us McDonald's, and while we ate we discussed what to do after supper. I thought of games to play.
"How about hide and seek?" I asked.
I was already making the association between "hunter" and "hunted" in terms of restraint games, but I didn't think of bondage literally yet. "How about you hide and I try to find you and when I do I lock you up and when you get out you come find me?"
"Where will you lock me up?" Sherry asked. I remember she had a wry grin on her face.
"In the closet upstairs."
"That won't work, I can't get out of a closet if you lock it! I'll have to break the door to get out."
"Oh. How about if I open it and you count to ten while I run and hide?"
"I'll hear you leave and know where you are." Then she hit me with it. "How about if you tie me up like that girl on TV was and when I get free I'll come find you."
This was not only logical but practical to me. As far as I knew, anyone who was tied up could eventually get free. I'd seen it happen on TV a million times. I heartily agreed and went to find something to tie Sherry up with. Unfortunately the garage was locked, so I couldn't find any rope to use, but I did discover that I could pull the drawstring out of a hooded sweatshirt that my mom owned.
I went upstairs with Sherry and she put her hands behind her back for me to tie. Bear in mind that I was hopeless with binding at the time; I had learned to tie my own shoes two years earlier but that was about it for my knotting experience. I simply looped the string around her hands, which she held about an inch apart, pulled it somewhat tight (or so I thought) and tied it with a doubled bow, just like when I wanted my shoes to not come undone. I told her I was done and she immediately started twisting her hands around trying to get loose. I then ran and hid behind the door in the pantry.
Within one minute I heard her footsteps coming downstairs. I snuck a peek at her around the door and saw her hands were free. She found me after about another two minutes (our house was never that good for hide and seek) and said it was my turn to be tied up.
We went back upstairs and she had me hold my hands out in front. She looped the string around them three times, then she did something I would have never thought of doing: she cinched the loops. She then tied the knot on the inside of my wrists, keeping my teeth from having any chance of reaching it. She then ran off and hid.
I sat and twisted my hands for at least ten minutes before realizing I was really stuck. For the first time my little kid brain realized that someone could be tied up forever. I began to panic. I found a pair of hair scissors in the bathroom, but I didn't want to cut the string for fear of getting in trouble when my mom wanted to wear her sweatshirt again. Finally I managed to get a hold of the knot with my teeth, but my saliva just made the knot wet, and it only got tighter. Eventually Sherry came back upstairs. She picked at the knot for five minutes with her nails before it came undone.
She told me that it was my turn to tie her up again, though this didn't seem fair to me since I didn't find her. She told me to wait downstairs for her while she ran back home to get something. Five minutes later she returned with pockets full of very soft yet thin nylon rope that her father had used on his bass boat. "Oh boy, now I can tie your feet!" I remember saying.
"You need to practice tying knots. I'm a Girl Scout, do you want me to teach you some knots?" she asked me as we sat down in the living room again. What followed was a lengthy demonstration of different knots and their uses, and I still remember many of them today. She let me practice tying up the ends of the rope while she changed my brother's diaper, and when she had put him down for his nap she said "Okay, do you want to try tying me up again?"
I said okay, and had her put her hands in front of her for me to tie, basically emulating what she had done to me. I messed up when I tried to wrap the cinching loops, however, and the loops on her wrists remained rather loose, so she simply pulled her hands free. "Try again," she said.
This time, she helped me, telling me what to do with each loose end as I made the loops and the cinch again. She gave directions like "pull that tighter" and "twist that end around the other one first" before finally telling me to tie the knot so she couldn't reach it with her teeth. While I was pulling the knot, I realized that I had finally gotten it right, so I pulled the ends as tight as I could before making it a perfect square knot.
Sherry began to struggle. "You did good," she said. I stuck my chest out with boyish pride as I watched her fight the rope. She eventually pulled a trick of turning her wrists completely around inside the loops so the backs of her hands were together and then turned her forearms up so her teeth could reach the knot. She remained bound for several minutes, which was orders of magnitude better than my previous efforts.
While I watched her bite the knot loose I had the revelation that her teeth couldn't reach behind her back. I was by now really getting into this game and I asked her to let me try to tie her hands in back again. She seemed to be enjoying it as well; I guess she liked the challenge of freeing herself. She put her hands behind her back and I tied them the same way I had done in front, with loops and cinch. I was a fast learner: as soon as I pulled the knot tight I could see that her wrists were tightly held and I knew that she would never get loose.
Sherry had been standing when I tied her hands. She crouched down and got on her knees, then leaned back against the couch and put her legs out. I was siezed with the idea to tie her ankles; I had completely forgotten about them. I got another piece of rope from the pile she had brought and sat down by her feet. "You want to tie my legs up too, Nick? Go ahead." She held her feet still while I tried to copy the same thing I had done with her hands. I remember being surprised by how heavy her legs were when I tried to lift her ankles up to get the rope under them. The rope was a little bit short however, so I didn't cinch it. It still looked pretty tight, so I let it go.
Right as I finished the knot on Sherry's ankles my brother started crying in the dining room. Sherry couldn't get up, so she told me to go see what was the matter with him. He had thrown his favorite toy, a Fisher Price fire truck, out of his playpen, and I gave it back to him and he calmed down. I got back to the living room in time to find Sherry in the middle of pulling her feet through her arms: she had brought her hands down around her bottom and over her legs to her front. My jaw hit the floor as I realized that she was about to get free after all. I was starting to think of ways to keep this from happening again but Sherry broke my train of thought when she told me to help her get loose. I'm guessing that she was concerned about my brother: she hadn't noticed that he had awakened from his nap and she must have been a little bit scared that he could have gotten into trouble while she had her hands tied.
So that was the end of our TUG. Sherry was my babysitter a few more times, and I now had experience tying someone up. However, the way that fate intervened, I didn't get to do such a thorough TUG for several years. To be continued.
Rubicant
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Rubicant's stories
- 01 - Being coached by Sherry the babysitter (m/f)
- 02 - Some TUGs don't end well (m/m, m/f)
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