Gillian B : 04 - Peter and Paul (mm/F, F/mm)
Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2018 11:32 pm
(Reposted from the original site. Enjoy!)
During the summer of 1972, when I was 18, had just left school and was about to start University, I did a week's "house-sitting" for an aunt, while she and her husband took a child-free holiday. The house-sitting involved looking after a gorgeous little estate house in the English countryside. It also included looking after my two cousins, whom I will call Peter (age 10) and Paul (12). Peter and Paul were a bit rowdy but good fun and - tomboy that I was - I liked spending time with them.
Peter and Paul announced one afternoon that they wanted to see my escape trick. Paul held a out length of rope and I agreed - I like showing off. I asked whether they wanted my hands in front or behind. "Behind," they said, so I held out my hands behind my back. Instead of rope, Peter promptly snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists. These were toy handcuffs, but quite sturdy with cast metal cuffs and a metal chain linking them. The handcuffs were designed to be openable with a key or by pressing a large button on the end of each cuff. However, the boys had gummed the buttons up with glue to make their cops and robbers games more realistic. The boys next wrapped a long length of rope round my arms and body and despite my struggles, they got it quite tight. Working together, they were able to tie my ankles and knees as well. "Now get out of that," they said. If my arms had not been tied, I could have pulled hard enough on the cuffs to force one the chain links open, but as it was, I was helpless. They watched my struggles for about ten minutes and then wandered off and left me. They finally released me about an hour later. As I was wearing a short sleeved blouse and sawn-off jeans, I had an interesting collection of rope marks to show for my efforts. I had never been tied up tightly with rope before and it hurt on unprotected skin.
I swore that I would have my revenge. I decided that I would tie them both up the following afternoon. My preferred tying up equipment was woolly scarves, both for comfort and for ease of use. The problem was that I was in a strange house in the middle of summer. I carried out some surreptitious rifling of cupboards that evening and the next morning and amassed a few scarves and socks. I also found my aunt's "rag bag" which contained some useful old nylon tights and stockings.
To have any chance of success, I had to tackle the boys separately. I'm quite strong, but not very big, so while I was sure I could overpower either of them, I would not be able to take both on together (as their attack on me proved). The diversion required was easy, I just sent Paul off on his bicycle to buy provisions in the village, giving me at least half an hour to deal with Peter.
I had concealed my bondage arsenal in the kitchen and simply called out Peter's name to get him there too. I had prepared a "tom-fool" knot in a short scarf already. As Peter came into the kitchen, I grabbed him, wrestled him to the floor, forced his hands behind his back and through the loops of the knot, then tied the ends of the scarf off securely. I next heaved him onto an upright wooden kitchen chair and tied a long scarf round his waist and the chair back. He was making quite a lot of noise by then, but there was no-one to overhear us. I tied his ankles and knees to the chair legs with nylon stockings and tights. I wanted him to be tied really securely, so I tied his wrist binding to the chair back with a stocking and used a pair of long socks to tie his elbows to the sides of the chair back. Finally, I pushed a handkerchief into his mouth and secured it by cleave gagging him with a stocking. I didn't want to risk any possibility of Peter alerting Paul (even though he was gagged) so I dragged the chair into another room.
Paul was about as tall as me but skinny and I hoped that my weight would prevail. I planned a lightning attack as soon as Paul returned to the kitchen. It worked well. I waited just outside the kitchen until Paul had come in and put the groceries down then rushed him. I was only just strong enough to get him on the floor, but once I had him down, I was able to tie his wrists behind his back with a scarf. He kicked and squirmed more than Peter had and it was only with difficulty I lifted him onto a chair and then held him down while I tied a scarf round his waist. Binding his legs to the chair with nylon stockings was a bit easier after that. I tied his wrist binding to the back of the chair with a stocking and his elbows to the sides of the chair back with socks just as I had Peter. I then methodically re-checked all the bindings to make sure that they were tight after all the struggling. Lastly, I gagged Paul the same way I had done Peter.
Once Paul was secure, I dragged Peter's chair back into the kitchen and left the two of them to study each other's predicaments while I did some housework. I pointed out to them how much more comfortable the scarves were that I had used than the ropes they used.
I returned to the kitchen about half an hour later and found that the boys had manoeuvred their chairs back-to-back and Paul was working away at Peter's wrist bindings. I was astonished to discover that he had already got the stocking off and was now working on the scarf securing Peter's wrists. Another five minutes or so and he would have got them free. I quickly separated the chairs and re-tied Peter's wrists and re-secured them to the chair back with the stocking. After some thought, I moved the chairs so that they were facing each other. There was some stretch in the stockings tying the boys' legs so I was able to position their feet outside the chair legs and then push the chairs hard together. I hitched the adjacent chair legs together with string. "Now get out of that," I said and left them on their own again for another hour or so.
When I returned to the kitchen, I found the boys still securely tied, but both had managed to work their gags loose and spit out the handkerchiefs. I suspected that some plotting had been going on while I was away. I now had a tiger by the tail; I feared the consequences of freeing the boys, especially as they has been planning, but couldn't really leave them tied up much longer. I decided to untie Peter first as I judged Paul to be the greater threat and didn't want to have him loose while I was occupied in untying Peter. Once I had freed Peter and turned my attention to Paul, Peter disappeared out of the kitchen. I deliberately left Paul's wrist binding until last to give myself the best chance of speedy withdrawal.
It turned out that the boys had planned too well for me. Peter had been arming himself while I was untying Paul. I had also made the mistake of having my back to the kitchen door as I was attending to Paul's wrists. The moment I had freed Paul, Peter pounced and Paul turned to help him. They held me down by sitting on me and managed to tie my wrists behind my back with a scarf. After a few minutes they had also tied my ankles and knees and tied one of the long scarves tightly round my arms and chest just above elbow level and below my bust line. A gag came next; it was a balled up handkerchief like I used on them but held in place with a scarf tied tightly over my mouth and nose. I was effectively helpless by this stage, so I didn't put up more than a token struggle - I thought I would do better saving my strength for an escape attempt later.
Early seventies' winter fashion for women featured some enormous scarves and my aunt had a prize example which I hadn't found in my search but which Peter had now brought to the kitchen. It must have been about ten feet long and over a foot wide (and purple). The boys started at my ankles and wrapped this thing tightly round my legs until I was cocooned from ankle to waist.
They had also found a huge triangular knitted shawl. They propped me up into a sitting position then draped the shawl round my shoulders. It was so big that the point at the back was on the floor. They pulled the ends tight, crossing them over on my chest, passing them below my elbows and my tied wrists and knotted them at waist level behind my back. The ends of the shawl were tied on top of the point at the back, so I was also tightly wrapped from waist to neck.
They finished me off with my own "scooter hood". (I've no idea what the proper name for this is - it's a combined scarf and woolly hat which I wore for riding my motor scooter in pre-helmet days.) It came down to eyebrow level and they knotted it under my chin and tucked the ends into the top of the shawl.
Remember, this was the summer, probably early August, with the temperature in the mid 20's Centigrade (that would be 70-something Fahrenheit). I was completely covered except for my eyes and was sweltering under all those wrappings. Peter and Paul reminded me how comfortable scarves were, wished me good luck in my escape act then disappeared outside. I realised that I probably could free myself and started work. The more I worked away at my bindings, the hotter I got. My wrists were not tightly tied but with my arms pinned to my sides with a scarf, and hands and elbows constricted by the shawl, it was difficult to move enough to free them. I eventually did manage to work my hands free. It still took about a quarter of an hour after that to get everything else off me. By the time I was completely free, I was a sweat-soaked and exhausted heap on the kitchen floor.
I wisely called a truce with the boys for the remainder of my stay.
The End
Postscript:
I was caught fair and square by the boys' handcuff trick (OK my willingness to show off helped). From there on my main problem was my own lack of foresight. I don't know why it never occurred to me that my revenge on them would be counter-revenged.
The astute reader will also have noticed a certain weakness in tactics on my part. I invented the handkerchief and nylon stocking gag the spur of the moment - no forward planning, no thought of trying it out on myself first to see if it actually worked (it doesn't). Equally, when I was faced with releasing the boys safely, I should obviously (with hindsight) have freed Peter's hands and made a run for it while they sorted themselves out - I could at least have chosen my own territory for any follow up.
To be fair, the boys were making it up as they went along too, otherwise I wouldn't have managed that final escape on my own. What annoys me still is that with several years of tie up games behind me and my interest in escapology I should have been able to manage everything so much better!
During the summer of 1972, when I was 18, had just left school and was about to start University, I did a week's "house-sitting" for an aunt, while she and her husband took a child-free holiday. The house-sitting involved looking after a gorgeous little estate house in the English countryside. It also included looking after my two cousins, whom I will call Peter (age 10) and Paul (12). Peter and Paul were a bit rowdy but good fun and - tomboy that I was - I liked spending time with them.
Peter and Paul announced one afternoon that they wanted to see my escape trick. Paul held a out length of rope and I agreed - I like showing off. I asked whether they wanted my hands in front or behind. "Behind," they said, so I held out my hands behind my back. Instead of rope, Peter promptly snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists. These were toy handcuffs, but quite sturdy with cast metal cuffs and a metal chain linking them. The handcuffs were designed to be openable with a key or by pressing a large button on the end of each cuff. However, the boys had gummed the buttons up with glue to make their cops and robbers games more realistic. The boys next wrapped a long length of rope round my arms and body and despite my struggles, they got it quite tight. Working together, they were able to tie my ankles and knees as well. "Now get out of that," they said. If my arms had not been tied, I could have pulled hard enough on the cuffs to force one the chain links open, but as it was, I was helpless. They watched my struggles for about ten minutes and then wandered off and left me. They finally released me about an hour later. As I was wearing a short sleeved blouse and sawn-off jeans, I had an interesting collection of rope marks to show for my efforts. I had never been tied up tightly with rope before and it hurt on unprotected skin.
I swore that I would have my revenge. I decided that I would tie them both up the following afternoon. My preferred tying up equipment was woolly scarves, both for comfort and for ease of use. The problem was that I was in a strange house in the middle of summer. I carried out some surreptitious rifling of cupboards that evening and the next morning and amassed a few scarves and socks. I also found my aunt's "rag bag" which contained some useful old nylon tights and stockings.
To have any chance of success, I had to tackle the boys separately. I'm quite strong, but not very big, so while I was sure I could overpower either of them, I would not be able to take both on together (as their attack on me proved). The diversion required was easy, I just sent Paul off on his bicycle to buy provisions in the village, giving me at least half an hour to deal with Peter.
I had concealed my bondage arsenal in the kitchen and simply called out Peter's name to get him there too. I had prepared a "tom-fool" knot in a short scarf already. As Peter came into the kitchen, I grabbed him, wrestled him to the floor, forced his hands behind his back and through the loops of the knot, then tied the ends of the scarf off securely. I next heaved him onto an upright wooden kitchen chair and tied a long scarf round his waist and the chair back. He was making quite a lot of noise by then, but there was no-one to overhear us. I tied his ankles and knees to the chair legs with nylon stockings and tights. I wanted him to be tied really securely, so I tied his wrist binding to the chair back with a stocking and used a pair of long socks to tie his elbows to the sides of the chair back. Finally, I pushed a handkerchief into his mouth and secured it by cleave gagging him with a stocking. I didn't want to risk any possibility of Peter alerting Paul (even though he was gagged) so I dragged the chair into another room.
Paul was about as tall as me but skinny and I hoped that my weight would prevail. I planned a lightning attack as soon as Paul returned to the kitchen. It worked well. I waited just outside the kitchen until Paul had come in and put the groceries down then rushed him. I was only just strong enough to get him on the floor, but once I had him down, I was able to tie his wrists behind his back with a scarf. He kicked and squirmed more than Peter had and it was only with difficulty I lifted him onto a chair and then held him down while I tied a scarf round his waist. Binding his legs to the chair with nylon stockings was a bit easier after that. I tied his wrist binding to the back of the chair with a stocking and his elbows to the sides of the chair back with socks just as I had Peter. I then methodically re-checked all the bindings to make sure that they were tight after all the struggling. Lastly, I gagged Paul the same way I had done Peter.
Once Paul was secure, I dragged Peter's chair back into the kitchen and left the two of them to study each other's predicaments while I did some housework. I pointed out to them how much more comfortable the scarves were that I had used than the ropes they used.
I returned to the kitchen about half an hour later and found that the boys had manoeuvred their chairs back-to-back and Paul was working away at Peter's wrist bindings. I was astonished to discover that he had already got the stocking off and was now working on the scarf securing Peter's wrists. Another five minutes or so and he would have got them free. I quickly separated the chairs and re-tied Peter's wrists and re-secured them to the chair back with the stocking. After some thought, I moved the chairs so that they were facing each other. There was some stretch in the stockings tying the boys' legs so I was able to position their feet outside the chair legs and then push the chairs hard together. I hitched the adjacent chair legs together with string. "Now get out of that," I said and left them on their own again for another hour or so.
When I returned to the kitchen, I found the boys still securely tied, but both had managed to work their gags loose and spit out the handkerchiefs. I suspected that some plotting had been going on while I was away. I now had a tiger by the tail; I feared the consequences of freeing the boys, especially as they has been planning, but couldn't really leave them tied up much longer. I decided to untie Peter first as I judged Paul to be the greater threat and didn't want to have him loose while I was occupied in untying Peter. Once I had freed Peter and turned my attention to Paul, Peter disappeared out of the kitchen. I deliberately left Paul's wrist binding until last to give myself the best chance of speedy withdrawal.
It turned out that the boys had planned too well for me. Peter had been arming himself while I was untying Paul. I had also made the mistake of having my back to the kitchen door as I was attending to Paul's wrists. The moment I had freed Paul, Peter pounced and Paul turned to help him. They held me down by sitting on me and managed to tie my wrists behind my back with a scarf. After a few minutes they had also tied my ankles and knees and tied one of the long scarves tightly round my arms and chest just above elbow level and below my bust line. A gag came next; it was a balled up handkerchief like I used on them but held in place with a scarf tied tightly over my mouth and nose. I was effectively helpless by this stage, so I didn't put up more than a token struggle - I thought I would do better saving my strength for an escape attempt later.
Early seventies' winter fashion for women featured some enormous scarves and my aunt had a prize example which I hadn't found in my search but which Peter had now brought to the kitchen. It must have been about ten feet long and over a foot wide (and purple). The boys started at my ankles and wrapped this thing tightly round my legs until I was cocooned from ankle to waist.
They had also found a huge triangular knitted shawl. They propped me up into a sitting position then draped the shawl round my shoulders. It was so big that the point at the back was on the floor. They pulled the ends tight, crossing them over on my chest, passing them below my elbows and my tied wrists and knotted them at waist level behind my back. The ends of the shawl were tied on top of the point at the back, so I was also tightly wrapped from waist to neck.
They finished me off with my own "scooter hood". (I've no idea what the proper name for this is - it's a combined scarf and woolly hat which I wore for riding my motor scooter in pre-helmet days.) It came down to eyebrow level and they knotted it under my chin and tucked the ends into the top of the shawl.
Remember, this was the summer, probably early August, with the temperature in the mid 20's Centigrade (that would be 70-something Fahrenheit). I was completely covered except for my eyes and was sweltering under all those wrappings. Peter and Paul reminded me how comfortable scarves were, wished me good luck in my escape act then disappeared outside. I realised that I probably could free myself and started work. The more I worked away at my bindings, the hotter I got. My wrists were not tightly tied but with my arms pinned to my sides with a scarf, and hands and elbows constricted by the shawl, it was difficult to move enough to free them. I eventually did manage to work my hands free. It still took about a quarter of an hour after that to get everything else off me. By the time I was completely free, I was a sweat-soaked and exhausted heap on the kitchen floor.
I wisely called a truce with the boys for the remainder of my stay.
The End
Postscript:
I was caught fair and square by the boys' handcuff trick (OK my willingness to show off helped). From there on my main problem was my own lack of foresight. I don't know why it never occurred to me that my revenge on them would be counter-revenged.
The astute reader will also have noticed a certain weakness in tactics on my part. I invented the handkerchief and nylon stocking gag the spur of the moment - no forward planning, no thought of trying it out on myself first to see if it actually worked (it doesn't). Equally, when I was faced with releasing the boys safely, I should obviously (with hindsight) have freed Peter's hands and made a run for it while they sorted themselves out - I could at least have chosen my own territory for any follow up.
To be fair, the boys were making it up as they went along too, otherwise I wouldn't have managed that final escape on my own. What annoys me still is that with several years of tie up games behind me and my interest in escapology I should have been able to manage everything so much better!