Family Counselling Returns (MF/MFmf)

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As you know, I provide counselling services for families who have had experiences which have scared them or wish to explore issues in a different manner – such as – well, allow me to change the names, but give the broad details.

The Fern family consisted of Paul and Ginny Fern, and their children – fifteen year old Alan, thirteen year old John, and ten year old Marsha. They had been the victims of a rather violent home invasion, and they had been referred to me to work through their feelings and emotions about what happened.

Naturally, when I met them, they were reluctant to discuss what had happened. They were casually dressed – Paul was wearing a mustard jumper over a white shirt, jeans and shoes, while Alan was wearing a blue jumper over a checked shirt, jeans and brown shoes. Ginny had on a white lace jumper over a white top, and jeans tucked into brown leather boots, while Marsha was wearing a dress with a royal blue top half, and a darker blue skirt with white polka dots, as well as her own brown boots. Finally, John was wearing a checked shirt, jeans and trainers.


I started by reassuring them nobody was going to be asked to do anything they did not want to do, but at the same time what had scared them the most. Eventually, the children said it was the fact they had been kept tied up and gagged away from their parents, while Paul and Ginny admitted it was not knowing what had happened to their children.

So, I proposed working through the fact they had been secured and silenced – together. That took them by surprise, but I explained that the fact they were kept apart was one of the reasons they were afraid – and I then said I was going to ask Paul and Ginny to tie them up, and gave the three children soft white ropes to hold – explaining that it was all right to be afraid, but it was their parents doing this, not men with guns.

Paul and Ginny looked at each other, and then they took the ropes as I asked the three children to stand in front of their parents and cross their wrists. As they did so, I instructed both Paul and Ginny on how to bind their wrists together, all three of them watching as they did .

I then asked the three of them to sit on the floor and bend their knees and gave their parents more ropes before asking them to make sure they all had their ankles secured together as well, and then their legs above their knees. As they did this, they kept talking to them as I saw Marsha start to cry. Ginny did as well as she tied off the rope over her skirt and then she held her daughter, Paul hugging his sons as well.

The last thing I asked them to do was to secure their wrists to their legs with one more length of rope – and then I asked the three children to be honest about how they felt as I asked their parents to cross their wrists as well and secured them together.

Paul then sat next to Alan, and Ginny next to Marsha, as I secured them in the same way as their children, and then let them talk through ow it felt – and they et the tears flow as they did so, while I left them alone for an hour. It was important they talked and let all their fear go…


Paula was a former client of mine, following an attack on her home, so when she called me and asked if I would be willing to go through an exercise with her and her daughters was only too willing to help – they had taken part in similar exercises with em before, and i was curious to see the reason why she had asked for my help.

She arrived with her three daughters – twelve years old Amy, ten year old Coral, and eight year old Debbie – and I was mildly amused at the fact they were all similarly dressed. Paula was wearing a denim dress with a black top underneath, a wide belt fastened over the top of her very visible bump, as well as dark grey leggings and black suede boots. Amy was wearing a dark denim jacket over a lighter denim dress, white tights and black felt boots, while Coral was wearing a denim dress like her mother, with a long sleeved grey top, grey leggings and her black boots. Finally, Debbie was also wearing a denim jacket over a checked dress, grey leggings and shorter black boots.

I congratulated Paula, and she said she wanted one last “quiet time” with the girls before the baby boy she was expecting arrived. I was more than happy to oblige, as I invited the three girls to sit on a couch, and asked Paula to sit on my recliner, while I took some rope and secured her wrists together behind her back, then used a longer length to secure her upper arms.

I then secured her ankles together, the cords sinking into the soft black material of her boots, and then her legs above her knees, before she lay back and onto her side, looking at the girls. I walked over and started by securing their ankles, the girls all watching the black material get lighter under the tight band, and then their legs below their knees. They all then shuffled forward as I walked behind the couch and secured their wrists together behind their backs, as well as a length of cord round their upper arms so they were like their mother.

I asked them if they wanted to be quiet, and they all nodded, so I rolled up bandanas and cleave gagged each of them in return, before gagging Paula as well. The girls then started to try to talk to each other as Paula closed her eyes – and then opened them wide as she looked at me and gave three short grunts – the code of the fact she needed to talk.

I removed the bandana, and she whispered into my ear – and I nodded as I told the girls their brother might be coming today, but their mum wanted them to stay as they were until their grandmother came to collect them. All three of them nodded as I made a call and then untied Paula.

She walked over, holding her stomach, and kissed the girls on their heads before I took her out of the room – turning the television on first so the girls could watch some cartoons – and waited for her husband.

Baby David arrived later that night…







Peter had come home to find his mother Dawn and his older sister Astrid bound and gagged on the living room floor – they were both referred to me for counselling, and it was to one of those sessions that Dawn brought Peter along. As he sat outside, they told em how he had been a little withdrawn ever since the incident – and they wondered if I could do something to bring him back out of this funk as they put it.

I first took care of both Dawn and Astrid and then walked outside to talk to Peter. It only took a little while onto get him to admit he was scared that what happened to them might happen to him some day – but he was also excited at the thought of it happening to him. So, I asked him if he wanted to come in and see his mother and sister - and his eyes opened wide when he saw them on the floor of my office.

Dawn was wearing a red cardigan with white stripes over a red top, and faded jeans tucked into short brown leather boots. Astrid was wearing a woolen patterned jumper, as well as jeans - but hers were ticked into knee high burgundy leather boots, and the tops of her white socks were peeking over the top.

Both of them were hogtied on the floor, their ankles bent back and secured to the ropes holding their arms against their sides as they looked up. White tape covered their mouths, but their cheeks were puffed out as well. Peter stared at them and asked if they were all right – and to his surprise, they both nodded as he examined their legs, their wrists, their bodies.

I told Peter I had helped them not to be scared of the ropes, and to deal with what had happened - but he needed to deal with what he was feeling as well, so I asked the eleven year old if he wanted to join them. Peter was wearing a red sweatshirt, blue jeans and black trainers – and a smile as he slowly nodded. So, I took his hands behind his back and secured his wrists together, before using a longer length to secure his arms to his sides.

I then asked him to open his mouth, and I pushed a folded cloth into his mouth before peeling a fresh strip of micropore tape from a roll and pressing it down over his mouth. Je then lay on his stomach, Dawn and Astrid watching as I secured his ankles and legs, and then hogtied him as well, before he looked at them and wriggled round, trying to talk. They tried to reply, but it was obvious he was enjoying being the same way as them, so I allowed them an hour or so before removing the tape and cloths, and letting them talk about how they felt…





I was recently asked to make a house call to the home of a pastor of a local church. This was not a referral as such, more a request from a client who was their parishioner, who told me the pastor’s family wanted to talk about something.

I called round and met his wife, Eleanor, and her sister Margaret. Eleanor was wearing a black jumper with a long green skirt that had a leopard print and black low heeled sandals, while Margaret was wearing a grey smock with a black Rorschach pattern, black leggings and top, and black shoes. We sat down and talked over coffee, about this and that, but eventually I had to ask why they had asked me to call round.

They looked at each other before Eleanor said she wanted me to talk to her son Samuel. He was twelve years old, a shy and retiring boy, but Eleanor had found some magazines under his bed – I think you can guess what sort of magazines they were. I said that was perfectly normal, but then she looked at Margaret, and asked em if I would come with them to his room – eh was up there with his younger sister Hannah and Margaret’s daughter Joanna.

We walked up the stairs and into a large bedroom, where Samuel was sitting at a table, reading a book. He was wearing a checked shirt, grey pants with a brown belt, and brown shoes. He turned and looked at us, as Eleanor asked where his sister and cousin were.

He told us they were in Hannah’s room, and he got up and walked in front of us. Opening the door, I went in – and saw the two girls lying on the bed, wriggling in the bands of silver tape and trying to talk through the tape that covered their mouths.

Hannah was wearing a long green cap sleeved dress over a black jumper, and flat black shoes, while Joanna was wearing a green dress with black spots, and her own flat black shoes. They were lying side by side, bands of tape holding their legs together over the skirt of their dresses, their wrists together on their laps, and their arms to their sides.

Eleanor stared at the girls and asked if they were all right, they both nodded, and they nodded again when Margaret asked if they had given Samuel permission to do this. She Asked him why, eh said he liked looking at pictures of girls tied up, and he had asked the girls if he could practice on them.

He looked so innocent, but I could see his mother and aunt were concerned, so I reassured them the girls were all right – and they were not scared, not concerned. They both nodded again as Margaret stroked her hair away from Joanna’s face – and then asked Samuel if he wanted to join them.

There was a roll of tape on the side, and he smiled as Maragret secured his wrists together in front of him, and his arms to his sides, while his mother knelt down and secured his ankles and legs. She then tape gagged him before lying him along a couch in his sister’s room, and we left them there while we went downstairs, and I discussed some ways they could support all of them…




Fatima was referred to me after she was involved in a store robbery, and she came to my office with her daughters. When I let her in, she was wearing a brown coat with a fur collar over a grey jumper and pants, black ankle boots and a brown scarf used as a hijab, covering her head and neck.

Twelve year old Linda had her light brown hair in two ponytails, and was wearing a gold puffa jacket over a white patterned t-shirt, black pants and black Ugg ankle boots, while her ten year old sister Carrie was wearing a fawn jacket over a pink top, purple leggings and black laced ankle boots. I invited them to take off their coats, and as the girls sat and played on the floor Fatima and I sat and talked about how she was feeling after the event, and what had scared her the most – and was scaring her still – about been unable to do anything.

I glanced to the side and saw her daughters were watching us, so I asked Fatima if she would be afraid if it was someone she loved who had stopped her from moving. She was a little taken aback by the suggestion, but i called the two girls over, walked to my supply cupboard, and took out some rolls of black tape. I then asked Fatima to put her hands out together, and gave one roll to Linda, asking her to use the tape to keep her mother’s wrists together while I gave the second roll to Carrie and said she could tape her mother’s ankles together.

They both looked at me, and I said it was something they could see families playing on YouTube, so they did as I asked, Fatima smiling as the girl secured her wrists and ankles. She twisted them round and said they had done a good job – so I told Carrie to tape her mother’s legs together below her knees, and Linda to wrap the tape round her mother’s arms and body so she could not move them apart.

She then looked at the girls and said they should be like her as well – so they sat down and taped their own ankles and legs, then asked me to tape their wrists and arms like their mother. I was more than happy to do that, as all three of them started laughing, the girls jumping over and sitting with their mother as they shared the experience…




Another home call I made was to – well, let’s call her Felicity, a well known personality who had been forced to spend the night trussed in bed with her two duaghteers by the Jay Edwards gang. They had talked about what ha dhappened, and talked with me, but they wanted to try relivign the expeirence – not wearing nigthclothes, but their own clothes. So I said I would call round, and they should dress as they felt comfortable.

So, it was a complete surprise to em when Felicity let me in, wearing a grey patterned chintz style dress with long sleeves, and a pair of high burgundy riding style boots, and took em into the front room – where Hortense and Ambrosia were sitting and waiting.

They were both wearing similar patterned dresses to their mother – with a ribbed upper body. Nien year old Hortense was wearing a blue cardigan over her dress, blue ribbed tights and brown velvet shoes, and had a cream ribbon tied in her hair. As for seven year old Ambrosia, she was wearing a pair of light blue ribbed tights and blue velvet shoes, a lighter blue ribbon in her hair.

There were also three dining chairs arranged in a row in the centre of the room, facing the television, and Felicity said they would be tied in the chairs. She also said she would go first, as she sat on the centre seat, while I put a bag down and drew out red velvet ropes, saying the girls could hold and play with them while I made sure their mother was secure.

Felicity sat down, breathing heavily as I guided her arms round the chair back and secured her wrists together, and then tied them to the centre spar of the chair back. I then took a longe rope and tied it round Felicity’s upper arms, forcing them against her sides before wrapping the rope round and through the chair back, and then round her waist before I tied the ends off behind her. Walking round, I knelt down and crossed Felicity’s ankles before I secured them together, and then to the leg of the chair. Finally, I tied her legs together below her knees and then stood up to see her daughters were both watching.

Felicity smiled, and said it dd not hurt, as I asked who wanted to be first. Hortense said she would, so she sat on the chair next to her mother and allowed em to take her arms through the gaps in the chair back, before I tied her wrists together and to the centre spar. I then used a longer length to secure her upper body and arms to the chair back, so that she wasn’t able to push herself forward.

I then crossed and tied her ankles together as Ambrosia watched, and secured her legs below her knees, as she giggled and talked to her mother.

I then helped Ambrosia to sit on the other seat and secured her the same way as her sister. Both of them with their feet hanging over the edge of the seat, before I asked them if they wanted to be kept quiet in the same way as they were then. They all nodded, so I pushed a compressed sponge ball into each of their mouths and then covered their mouths with white tape – then left them to watch a musical together while I watched from afar and gauged their reactions….




Right now, I have been making these notes while helping June, April and May to get over a family robbery as only I can. June is wearing a shite top, and black leggings tucked into mid-calf brown leather boots, while her twin nine year old daughters were wearing a white smock top, and black leggings tucked into their own brown leather boots. The only difference was the ribbon tied in their hair – white for May and yellow for June.

Otherwise, they were identical as they sat on the couch – their wrists secured together behind their backs with rope, rope bands around their upper body, as well as their ankles and their legs below their knees, and they were gagged with their own scarves – a white wool one for April, and grey scarves with multi coloured dots for the twins, all pulled between their lips twice and the end secured at the base of their necks, the material getting darker at the corners of their mouths,. But they were happy and enjoying the experience - this time…