01 - Kidnapped
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By jester
unday, August 10th 2003 - 04:23:47 AM
kidnapped (part one)
Sometimes, the perfect tie up game scenario just happens to you, and you're so bowled over by the experience you forget to enjoy it.
Okay, okay, so it doesn't just happen by itself. You do need some openminded, funloving friends, and you need to drop some hints every now and then. When you're still 9 or 10, you can get away with suggesting a game of "cops and robbers" or whatever the current excuse for getting tied up might be. But when you're 14, like me, it takes more subtle suggestions before someone's penny drops and they break out the ropes and gags.
I was lucky enough to have a couple of friends who were easily recruited as "kidnappers" who would do their very best to tie and gag me "just like on tv". Many a boring, rainy afternoon was passed with me being tied to a chair by two or three pals at once. To make sure that the prospect of having me securely bound and gagged would be appealing to them, I tried to be as big a nuiscance as possible (without actually pissing people off). This worked rather well for a while. My big mouth became my trademark, and I discovered I was pretty good at getting under people's skins. It became such a reflex, in fact, that I didn't even take notice of who I was needling, and I usually forgot my own comments as soon as they left my big mouth.
My best friend, Marcus, had warned me about my more sarcastic comments. "Need to watch the mouth, Tim", he'd remind me on a daily basis. "Make me", I'd reply, secretly hoping he would. Marcus had been on the receiving end of my "wit" more than once, and had become something of an expert at tying me up. After a lot of practice, he'd even develloped a gag that fitted me perfectly, and would allow nothing but a few faint "mmmph"s to be heard. He would have his two younger brothers finish the basic tie-up (hands tied behind the back, ankles and knees tied), and then he'd push two rolled up white socks in my mouth and secure them with a long blue bandana. The bandana was tied and knotted real tight, so I never managed to push it out with my tongue.
Allthough I did get on his nerves a lot, Marcus did seem to take pride in being the only one who could keep me tied and shut up for as long as he pleased. And I enjoyed the fact that he got his younger brothers involved in restraining me. But it was a difficult balancing act. I had to give Marcus enough reasons to tie me up, and stay on his good side at the same time.
I knew that someday I would go too far, and part of me was curious to see what would happen..
jester
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