07 - Pirates of the Caribbean
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This is the story of the time that I tied up my best friend, Nicole and made her walk the plank
This tale would have taken place around when we were still only 13 or 14. I cannot remember the exact time, it was such a long time ago but I sure have not forgotten the details - it was certainly one of the most entertaining days I have ever spent outdoors. Once again, I will necessarily have to 'make up' some of the conversation that happened at the time and perhaps embellishing just a little here and there. Just for the sake of readability...
It was a fairly typical blazing hot Australian summer's day. Well, maybe not blazing hot but it was hot enough to be very uncomfortable. The merciless sun blazed out of a crystal clear blue sky. The night before had not been much better - it had been sticky and muggy with hardly a breath of wind to cool the house. At that point in time, we had yet to have air-conditioning installed and it could get very hot inside. Sleeping could be extremely difficult during some of these sweltering summer nights. Fortunately, both Nicky's family and ourselves had had swimming pools installed in our back gardens. In Australia, swimming pools are practically mandatory equipment for young families with children. It was not a cheap investment but one that quickly paid for itself considering the amount of usage each family put them to. It certainly beat hell out of making the trek to the local council owned pool. (though I do recall I spent enough time there later once my mates and I started to really develop an interest in the opposite sex - the local pool was nothing more than a place to meet chicks as far as we were concerned) On the other hand, what transpired that day could never have happened at the council pool...
To digress, neither swimming pool was one of those spectacular in-ground affairs you see in the glossy designer magazines. They were both basic above ground affairs with wooden decking around each. Tall Australian gum trees surrounded each pool, providing cooling shade on the very hot days. The only (and major) down side was the way they shedded leaves into both pools. Hot dry windy days were the worst when the air was literally full of dried out desiccated leaves. Consequently, it was always an uphill battle keeping each one clear of leaves - I remember the way Nicole and myself used to earn extra pocket money by cleaning the leaves out of our pool. (Only those that had sunk to the bottom counted) We even used to deliberately dump more leaves in our pool, leaving them there until they were thoroughly soggy then fishing them out in order to obtain extra pocket money. (we were paid one cent per leaf, larger whole branches earned five cents) The scam only ended once my parents became suspicious of the amount of leaves we used to present for inspection. Besides which, it was costing them a small fortune.
On this particular occasion, we were over at my house because Nicky's parents and brothers were home. My parents were both out for the day and my bratty little sister was sleeping over at a school friend's house. She had reached that age where they loved to sleep over at each other homes. Therefore, for once, we had the place to ourselves - important for my mother disapproved of these strange games that we liked to play with ropes. Nicky would not allow herself to be tied up if either of her older brothers were around for fear of being teased about it. We were also a little scared of them both. However, neither of us were in the least self conscious of playing such bondage games in front of her cooperative mother or even her younger brother, R. Mrs. C not only tolerated our tie-games, she even became a willing participant, helping us tie each other up from time to time. But her two older brothers - now they were a different proposition. Additionally, the fact that we liked to skinny dip in each other's company ruled out her brothers being around. While Nicky and I were entirely comfortable around each other in the nude, her older brothers in the time-honoured manner of teenagers worldwide were wont to tease her about her body and budding breasts. Even at thirteen or fourteen, she was already developing beautiful breasts. Naturally slim, she was to grow up to be a stunning beauty. I think that because I was a late developer where girls were concerned, also led to Nicky being totally unconcerned about nudity with me even at that relatively late age. After all, we had grown up together and used to bath together as little kids. There was nothing in the least sexual about it for either of us. Going nude was simply more comfortable plus there was the added intangible thrill of knowing we really should not be doing this. It was amazing the way the water felt cooler or the sun that much warmer on our bare skin.
It was around midday when the subject of another tie-up game arose. By now, boredom was beginning to set in. We'd recently consumed lunch so neither of us was hungry. It was still too early to retrieve the latest batch of dead (and dry) leaves, which we had recently dumped in the clear water. The first leaves were only now floating soggily to the bottom. We had spent the morning variously swimming, racing each other on our small foam surfboards, competing with each other to see who could produce the biggest 'bombs,' with the sole intention of displacing as much water as possible and generally having a great time. School and homework were the last things on our minds. Homework was a dirty word where we were concerned. Being outdoors by the water was infinitely preferable to maths or attempting to come to grips with such oddities as irregular verbs etcetera. As far as we were concerned, it was better to be bored than studying…
I can't remember how the subject arose. What I do remember was the way that I had often wanted to try being tied up while swimming. It would be interesting to see what it would be like to be tied up while in the watery environs of our pool. Because I still had no idea why being tied up made me feel so good, I had no way of elucidating my desires. What I DID know, even back then was that wanting to be tied up was somehow "wrong," an emotion familiar to most here! Therefore, I was usually very shy about asking Nicky to play these kinds of games. However, she was much less reserved then I was and many a tie up competition or game was at her instigation. However, my increasing boredom and need to be tied up got the better of me. I was the one to ask Nicky if she wanted to have a quick tying up competition.
Suddenly, Nicky looked far less bored than she had been moments ago. She sat up straight and grinned at me. "Yeah, sure!" The sly grin on her lovely face suggested that she knew the real reason why I wanted to bring out the ropes but she did not say anything of the kind. Instead it was, "I suppose you want me to go get some rope?"
Rope - the magic word. Her simple question had a totally predictable effect on me. I was that excited by the prospect of being tied up - I was very glad that I was still lying on my towel. Eagerly, I said, "Yes please!"
Nicky grinned, clearly enthusiastic about the prospect of a good tie up game herself. After all, it promised to relieve the earlier tedium of the day. We'd never tied each other up by the pool with no clothes on and that may have accounted for her willingness to play. She enjoyed these games as much as I did too. "No worries!" was her prompt response.
Quickly, she pulled her bright red bikini top and bottom back on and said, "Hang on, I'll be right back!" After fetching some rope from my room, I impatiently waited for Nicole's return. After ten or so minutes I began to worry. It felt much longer than ten minutes. I had to endure another agonising five minutes before I thankfully saw her slim figure appear from behind the garden shed and smilingly approach me. It was Nicky and she had a smallish bag slung over one shapely shoulder. I quivered with excitement. I knew what was inside that bag. Nicky saw the look on my face and smiled. Her first words were, "Mum knows."
"What?" I did not understand.
Nicky smirked. "When mum saw me carrying the bag back out of my room after I'd been up there to get the ropes and stuff she asked me, 'Are you going to tie up Mason?'" Nicky continued somewhat breathlessly, while sitting down and pulling the tangled ropes out of her bag, "so I said, 'Yes, I sure am!'"
"What did she say?" I wanted to know.
"Nothing much. All she really said was, 'Be careful,' that was about it." Nicky casually said. "Here, you help me!" she said, passing some of the tangled rope my way to sort out. Before continuing further, Nicky hastily divested herself of her bikini top and bottom and sat down again. Working together, it wasn't long before we had the ropes neatly sorted out and graded according to length on the wooden decking. I stared at them with fascination, knowing they were about to be used to tie me up. Quickly, I shifted position and presented my hands to Nicky for tying.
"Hang on!" she said, "not so fast! I got the ropes, remember?" she said crossly.
"It was my idea!" I countered.
Nicky stared at me, "So? I want to be tied up first," she said, a stubborn look on her face. "I got the ropes," she added as if that were to make me see the error of my ways.
"I want to be tied up first!" I said angrily, unwittingly parroting Nicky. I wanted to be tied up very badly and I guess it showed. Unimpressed with my petulance, Nicky folded her arms and glared at me. I glared back. Impasse. Nicole had a stubborn streak in her and she would not budge. Neither would I. Like most friends, we fought occasionally, usually resulting in tears and silence between us for a few days while we sulked. It was fast shaping up to be one of those occasions. I remember it because it was the first time we'd bickered over who got to be tied up first in such an unfriendly manner. Once Nicky saw I was not about to give in, she began stuffing the ropes back in the bag. She sniffed and a large tear oozed from one eye, followed by another. I was still too young to realise how Nicky was manipulating me to get what she wanted. She nearly always got what she wanted once she'd set her heart on it. Only her mother seemed immune to her blandishments and even then, sometimes Nicky still managed to get her own way. That's not to say she was spoiled. Nicky wasn't. However, that did not mean she wasn't averse to using her feminine wiles when necessary. Like today…Miserably, she sobbed, "Your mean! I'm going home."
Nicky looked absolutely woebegone as she picked up her bikini bottom and prepared to pull it back on. Alarmed by her tears, I abruptly caved in. "Ok, ok, I'll tie you up first!"
The dark storm clouds magically vanished from Nicky's face to be replaced by her usual sunny expression. "Thanks!" she said, as if nothing had happened. Secretly, I wasn't too upset because it meant I would get to be tied up second. However, I did decide to get my own back by tying Nicky up extra tight. I wasn't going to spare her. There was plenty of rope and I was determined to use it all - at least as much as possible, anyway. Suddenly all smiles, she turned around and offered me her hands for binding.
Laughingly, Nicky said that the most notorious and cruellest pirate to ever blacken the seven seas, Mason Blackbeard had captured her. Pirates were a common theme in our bondage games (see my last posting) I had always been a voracious reader and I'd just been given one of those wonderful old 'Boy's Own' type tales called "The Coral Island," written by R.M Ballantyne. I had avidly read it from cover to cover over a few short nights. Three young boys had been shipwrecked on a coral island in the far distant exotic South Seas and encountered fierce sharks, pirates and bloodthirsty cannibals amongst other things. There was even a beautiful island girl 'damsel-in-distress' whom the boys had been required to save from being sacrificed. The book left a deep impression on me. I still have that book in my collection. Additionally, we had also both enjoyed watching the one-handed Capt'n Hook and Smee doing their thing against Peter Pan and Wendy (she looked absolutely adorable tied up) on television. Therefore, pirates were still very much the theme of the moment - had been for a while. My love of the sea and everything nautical and my own fertile imagination provided the rest of the fuel.
"Yeah!" I agreed in what I hoped was my most piratical voice, "and I'm going to tie you up so you don't escape!"
"No, no, please don't tie me up!" Nicky pleaded.
"Tough luck!" I growled and grabbed Nicky. She screamed as demurely as possible (the last thing either of us wanted was for her two stupid brothers to investigate.) and pretended to faint against me. Before she had a chance to 'protest' further, I roughly forced her arms behind her, positioning them wrists to elbows so that her forearms laid parallel to each other and began tying them together. I took one piece of hemp rope and used it to fasten her right hand to her forearm just before the elbow. Still feeling slightly nettled, I pulled harder on the rope than I perhaps should have done. I cinched them tight and knotted everything firmly together way out of reach of her fingers. I'd forgotten that she was naked and that the rope would be more uncomfortable against bare skin. It wasn't long before Nicky began complaining, "That's too tight!"
"Tough," I said, "You're my prisoner, remember!"
Nicky glared at me and said, "Ok, just try to be more careful. I've got no clothes on remember!"
"Ok, I'll be more careful," I grunted my agreement before lashing her left hand up in exactly the same way. It was true; I had been a bit rough before. Apparently the friction of the coarse hempen ropes was causing rope burn. We'd only ever tied each other up more or less fully clothed before so the relative roughness of the ropes had not been an issue then. They were not prickly as such, having softened greatly from long use but they were still not soft like sash cord, for example. However, I was much more careful when pulling the rope over and around her arms this time. I took care to ensure the ropes did not touch her skin when I pulled them through. Although I tied her left hand as tightly as the other, this time, she did not complain. "That's much better," she complimented.
My response was simple - time to silence her! While Nicky was happily focusing on her bonds and experimentally testing the efficacy of my ropework, I surreptitiously snuck the homemade ball gag (simply a small rubber ball tied in the middle of a longish strip of cloth) out of her bag. Nicky was so preoccupied with testing the feel of the ropes binding her hands to her arms she scarcely noticed as I snuck up behind her and grabbed her. Nicky opened her mouth in surprise and as soon as she did so, I had popped the gag in her pretty little mouth. "He-mmppgghh!" Quickly, before she had time to spit it out, I drew the cloth ends tightly behind her and back around again before knotting them off as tightly as possible. The look of surprise on her face was priceless. I burst out laughing. Nicky tried to act offended but failed miserably. A small smile played around the very edges of her mouth as she realised that she'd been well and truly had. Tied and gagged, she really was my prisoner. I set about roping her up. With Nicky's hands already neatly secured and out of the way, I could afford to take my time.
Playing my role as her piratical captor to the hilt, I grinned lasciviously at her as I began tying up her arms. Nicky shrank back in mock terror as I leered at her, making comments how we were going to ransom her off, sell her to the highest bidder etcetera. Determined that there should be no escape, I wound the ropes tightly around her body and arms. Five or so loops went just below her perky little breasts and another five above. Nicky writhed happily as I cinched and tightened the ropes before looping them up and over her shoulders to create a harness to prevent slippage and also hold her forearms in place. Despite the tightness of her bondage, I could tell that she was enjoying herself. So was I. It was certainly very different tying up Nicky without any clothes on.
Already, I hoped that there would be an encore performance.
I took another length of rope and knelt down to tie Nicky's feet. She frantically "mmph'd" and nodded downwards. I had no idea what she wanted. Confused, I stared at her. Nicky 'mmmph'd' again and nodded in the direction of her crotch. Suddenly understanding dawned upon me.
"You want me to tie a rope between your legs?" I asked. I had no idea that what she wanted was called a crotchrope. That was to come much later… Nicky nodded enthusiastically. "Ok, no worries!" I replied. Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at Nicky's crotch. She was still standing in her birthday suit before me and I was not sure I wanted to do this. It was getting much too sexual for me. "Look," I said, "I'll tie you, but I think, um, you should have your bathers on." Nicky shook her head - no
"Sorry," I said, "I won't do it unless you put them on." Nicky glared at me but sullenly complied as I held up her bikini bottoms for her. With a bad grace, she daintily stepped into them as I held them out for her. Suddenly, I felt much more comfortable about doing what she wanted as I picked up the rope again. The sexual implications never even occurred to me as I tied the rope around Nicky's slender waist and knotted it in front before taking it back between her legs, looping it over the rope behind and back again. Carefully, I snugged up her crotchrope, mindful of the need not to hurt her. I attached the ends to the ropes binding Nicky's arms together between her bound wrists. Nicky whimpered with pleasure as the ropes caressed her like a lover's touch. Her face radiated surprise and shock as the ropes made their presence felt. Had I but known at the time…
To digress a moment, I was badly spoiled as a kid, bondage-wise with Nicky. We had a great deal of 'bondage' fun (we termed them simply as "tie-up games" or competitions during those halcyon days of the late seventies) between the two of us until I turned sixteen or so when these games began to peter out and finally died a slow death. I am currently in a long-term relationship but bondage has been and continues to be a major sticking point between us. Sometimes, it is very hard to understand or accept that not everybody is into bondage or being tied up in the same manner Nicky apparently was. Back then, it was all more or less innocent childhood fun. Certainly Nicky enjoyed being tied up very much but I have never met anyone since who appeared to derive as much pleasure out of the ropes as she did. I had a best mate called R with whom I used to have tying up competitions but they more or ended when I was 23. They were fun but never quite the same as it was with Nicky. Since then, my bondage experiences have been few and far between.
After tying on her crotchrope, I helped Nicky sit down on the soft mattress we had hauled out of the shed and tightly bound her legs together at ankles, knees and thighs. Of course, I took care to cinch and knot everything off. I have to admit Nicky looked wonderful with the tight hempen ropes surrounding her near naked body. Her eyes crinkled with amusement as she solemnly took in the all too visible evidence of my excitement. Embarrassed with the frankness of her gaze, I hauled Nicky back over onto her side and hogtied her. Instead of attaching the ropes directly to her bound arms, I took the rope ends from her feet and brought them back between her legs and towards her chest. After pulling back her legs as far as they would go, I knotted everything off to the ropes just under her breasts. I felt proud of my efforts - it was imaginative and effective. (Regular readers would recall that our tying up rules required us to place the other in a different bondage each time - as much for the variety as the challenge.) The more Nicky battled against the ropes holding her captive, the greater the pressure the hogtie rope would place on her crotch. I knew she would enjoy being tied up like that. I left her struggling in her bonds and jumped into the pool to cool off - literally and figuratively. Nicky squirmed helplessly and happily in her bonds as I splashed about in between admiring her and my rope work. I knew that she would be staying where she was until I decided to untie her. Tied as she was, the ropes and knots were absolutely impossible to reach, much still less untie.
Eventually, the temptation was too much for me. Nicky's face contorted with fear and a growing realisation of my intent as I made my way towards her. She knew me well enough to read the look on my face. Maliciously, I splashed some water in her direction but not quite enough to reach her. She grunted something that sounded like, "don't you dare!" through her gag as I splashed her again. This time the water landed closer - close enough to lightly splash her dry skin. She closed her eyes as I brought my arms back and really let go, slopping ice-cold water all over her helplessly tied form. What fun! She was all tied up and couldn't run. Tied and helpless. The opportunity was too good to miss. Nicky jerked spastically against her ropes as the water hit her. She squealed with shock and rage as the water broke in a miniature tidal wave against her warm skin. Fortunately, the tight gag muffled her angry yells as I laughingly continued to splash more water over her. No mercy! The look Nicky gave me was murderous. Her eyes blazed fire from above her gag. I knew with an utter certainty that she would be anxious to exact retribution for this but I was having too much fun to really care. She fought her bonds like crazy but to absolutely no avail. I teasingly joked as I sprayed more water over her, "Do you still wish I'd been tied up first?" Another venomous glare was my answer. It was not long before Nicky was drenched. She had given up struggling and resigned herself to her fate. However the look on her face promised future revenge of some kind.
Tiring of my sport, I swam off and splashed around some more before climbing out. By then, the warm sun had dried her skin and ropes and Nicky looked much happier than she had been a few moments ago. She was no longer trying to escape, content to relax in the warmth of the sun. Nicky looked very relaxed as she lay there in her ropes. I don't know if being tied up affected Nicky in quite the same way it did for me but there was no doubt that she was enjoying her enforced restraint. The good thing about being tied up is that it frees you from having to do anything. Being tied up has always been very relaxing for me and Nicky obviously felt the same way. The great paradox of bondage is that your greatest freedom comes along by having your (physical) freedom taken away from you. The body may be physically restrained but the mind remains free. When I am tied up, the cares and worries of the outside world affects me not at all. I can lose myself to the delicious sensations and feelings that the tight ropes bring. It is immensely, wonderfully therapeutic. Perhaps it was some of this that Nicky sensed.
However, I had other ideas… I got up and dragged a large old plank to the end of the pool. It was around ten feet long by one wide. It was heavy and I had to stop a few times to catch my breath. Curious to see what I was up to, Nicky squirmed around to see what I was doing. I ignored her as I heaved the plank into position and pushed it out so that 2 or three feet extended beyond the edge of the pool. After positioning it just so, I placed several heavy bricks at the other end so it would not tip prematurely. I was going to make her walk the plank in the best time honoured pirate tradition into the shark infested waters.
The huge seventy-four gun pirate galleon sailed along serenely on the azure blue Caribbean Sea as I strode along the decking towards my beautiful, cruelly bound prisoner. Heavily laden with Spanish gold, progress was slow. The ship heeled slightly as the wind filled the sails. The ghostly outlines of several large sharks cruised alongside, waiting for the next easy offering from above.
Cheerfully, I walked over to where a wide-eyed Nicky was lying bound and gagged on the sun mat. I sat down and asked, "Guess what?" When I saw that no answer was forthcoming, I jeered, "I'm going to make you walk the plank!" A look of real fear entered her eyes. "Don't worry," I gently reassured. Indicating the ropes lashing her legs together, I said, "I'm not going to push you in like this."
Nicky's eyes radiated relief as I undid the hogtie rope before beginning on her legs. It took a few minutes to untie her legs mainly because I'd tied the knots so tight and the water had shrunk the hemp ropes a little. I'd never realised that one of the properties of hemp rope is that it shrinks when wet… Before helping her up, I ungagged her. No need for the gag where she was going… Wobbily, Nicky stood up with a little assistance from me. She knew what was going to happen but played along beautifully. I took hold of her and pushed Nicky in the direction of the waiting plank. She begged, "Please don't make me walk the plank!"
"Sorry!" I harshly said, "They don't want to pay your ransom…" I paused theatrically, "So in you go!" Nicky shook her head and frantically twisted about, fighting the tight ropes binding her hands and arms but I held her fast. It was the work of moments to force her out onto the plank. Nicky turned and pleaded with her eyes. I shook my head. No dice. Sadly, Nicky hung her head, clearly resigning herself to her horrible fate. Slowly, she turned to face the heaving ocean and the waiting sharks. I prodded her with my sword (actually a long sharp twig I had picked up on the spur of the moment) and ordered, "Move." Nicky took a single step and stopped. I prodded her again. Nicky whimpered and took another tiny pace. The tight ropes looked delicious against her sun-tanned body. Hands lashed to her forearms just below her elbows, she had no chance of unpicking the knots much still less escape. She would soon become shark food. Fast losing patience with her hesitancy, I pushed Nicky gently forwards. Only feet separated her from the end of the plank. The waters rushed by below. Timidly, she took another step and paused. Nicky turned and gazed disconsolately at me. I stared at her. I was implacable. I motioned with my sword and she slowly turned to meet her fate. Experimentally, she strained against her ropes but they did not budge an inch. One more step and… I prodded her again.
With a shriek, Nicole toppled into the pool. The dark waters closed over her bound body as the ship cruised past. Almost immediately, I jumped in after her and dived for the bottom. Suddenly I became a giant shark. I had always held a long fascination for these killers of the deep and read as much as I could about them. In the same way that many 90's kids appear to be capable of reeling off seemingly the entire dinosaur family by heart so too I could name off most of the major man eating species from memory. Top of the pile was the massive Great White, immortalised in the "Jaws" films and unflatteringly but appropriately nicknamed the "White Death." The infamous Great White was closely followed by the only slightly smaller but equally mean tiger shark, the oddly shaped hammerhead with two lobes protruding each side of its head and the sleek slate blue-grey mako.
I was a shark as I cruised towards Nicky, my mighty six-foot high tail lashing the water to foam as I sped towards the helplessly bound Nicole. Thirty-five feet of Great White lunged through the calm waters in her direction. My monstrous jaws ringed with scimitar sharp teeth gaped open as I neared my victim. Nicky would be easy prey. With her arms tightly bound behind her, she could not easily move far. Nicky saw me coming and tried to get away but I quickly dragged her down in to the deep and savaged her. We rolled over and over as I attacked her.
Gasping for breath, we rose towards the surface and breathed in the warm summer air. Nicky laughingly complained, "You're mean! You scared me!"
I just laughed. "Want me to try again?" I asked. Nicky emphatically shook her head - no! Nicky remained bound as we happily splashed about and swam. I remember the way that she giggled helplessly as she tried to swim with her hands tied behind her. Our pool was shallow enough she could easily stand so there was no fear of drowning. Nicky lay on her stomach and kicked both her long legs to propel herself through the limpid water. It was surprisingly effective as long as she kept up the momentum. She even tried 'surfing' on our short little foam surfboards but with very little success. We used to position them at one end of the pool and take a run up before launching ourselves on them. The challenge was to stand upright and for as far as a distance as possible without falling off. Even with arms free, it was tricky enough at the best of times. With hands bound - mission impossible.
Half an hour or so later, our skin was goosepimpling from the chilly water so we clambered out. I quickly patted Nicky dry with the towel before towelling off myself. I couldn't help noticing that the ropes seemed to have shrunk a bit. They looked awfully tight to me. Nicky evidently agreed for she commented, "It's getting very tight now. Could you untie me now please?"
I nodded my agreement and she turned around so that I could untie her. The knots were like iron. I just could not undo them. What neither of us had realised was that constant immersion in water would shrink the hempen ropes I'd used to tie up Nicky with. The ropes really did seem to be cutting into her arms. After several moments fumbling with them, Nicky got impatient and wanted to know why I was taking so long. "Hurry up, it's hurting!"
Admitting defeat, I apologised, "Sorry, I can't undo them. The knots are too tight."
"Awww," Nicky moaned "What are we going to do now!" She was on the verge of panic as she exclaimed, "I can't go home like this!"
"Look, wait here," I said, as I quickly ran inside the house to get something to cut the ropes with. I hated having to destroy our precious ropes but getting Nicky free was far more important. I got a pair of scissors and a small but very sharp knife. It was the work of seconds to prove that the scissors would be next to useless. I would have to use the knife.
"Be careful," Nicky said as she nervously eyed the wickedly sharp blade.
"Don't worry, I will be," I reassured her. Carefully, I sawed away at the bonds pinioning Nicky's arms to her sides. Finally, the ropes parted and dropped away.
"Ooo, that's better!" Nicky exclaimed as she flexed her arms. "Do my hands now." quickly, I complied. Eventually, the last ropes fell downwards. Nicky cautiously flexed her arms again and stretched. She winced and flapped her hands about. "My hands are really tingling," she said. There were vivid deep red rope marks circling both wrists and forearms as well as just above her elbows. More ropemarks although not as deep, circled her body just above and below her bare breasts. Even Blind Freddy would have had no trouble telling that she'd just been tied up very recently. No prizes for guessing what we'd been up to… Fascinated, I examined them. A slightly rueful expression on her face, Nicky peered at them. As the circulation returned to her hands, she used them to massage her arms where they had been tied.
Suddenly concerned, I asked, "Are you ok?"
Nicky nodded. "I'll be fine. My hands feel better now. It's not hurting or anything," she reassured me.
"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," I said. I had been a little worried. I couldn't help being awfully embarrassed - I had not wanted or meant this to happen. These tie-up games of ours were meant to be fun, not torture. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Nicky. However, the wide toothy grin on her face dispelled any worries I may have had.
"Thanks," she said. Suddenly laughing, Nicky pointed at me and said, "I owe you one!"
"What for?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" she exclaimed. "For splashing water on me before!" Nicky gave me a mock glare and clenched one tiny fist in my direction to show that she meant business.
"Oh."
"Oh indeed!" she sarcastically replied. All smiles again, she said, "I'm going to get you for that!" And she would too, I knew. I think that I mentioned in one previous story that she always kept her promises. Particularly those involving retribution of some kind. Nicky wanted to repay the favour with interest. I looked forwards to it. It would involve being tied up in some manner. I hoped it would not go much further than that…
"When?" I wanted to know
"Whenever I feel like it!" she replied.
But that's another story for later………..
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Mason's Childhood Bound Stories
- 01 Introduction (ff/m)
- 02 Tied up for the first time (ff/m)
- 03 Nicky gets hers (m/f)
- 04 Nicky's retribution (f/m)
- 05 A Rainy Day (f/m, m/f)
- 06 Knot Practise - A Knotty Good Time (m+/m)
- 07 Pirates of the Caribbean (m/f)
- 08 Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel) (f/m, m/f)
- 09 Kidnapped! (m/f)
- 10 Target Practice (m/fm)
- 11 The Escapologist (M/M)
- 12 A Close Escape (M, self)
- 13 Kristy's First Time (M/F, F/M)
- 14 The Mummy (M/F, F/M)
More about Mason - how he got into TUGs, also on the Internet Wayback Machine