SamB : 01 - The Eldest & the Youngest (mm/ff)
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SamB's stories
01 - The Eldest & the Youngest
Story index at the bottom
By SamB
Mon Apr 26 19:44:18 India Standard Time 1999
My First Posting
I have been reading this site for months and only now have I gathered enough courage to make my own posting. The diversity on this website proves how widespread bondage really is. However, I have noticed that almost all posts are from the West or Down Under. What about Asia? I am from India, and though bondage is not a greatly talked about subject here, people are aware of it.
My own experiences & feelings are similar to those contributed my many others on this page: I too grew up watching TV & movies with Damsels in Distress (India has the largest film industry in the world, so there is no dearth of films) and poring through comics & Nancy Drews for a glimpse or scene of bondage. We don't have any detective magazines in India, so that's a pleasure I missed out on.
About me: I grew up in joint family made up of the families of 5 brothers. We were 4 boys and 3 girls (with a gap of 8 years seperating the eldest from the youngest) staying in a 2 storey bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood. Needless to say, we drove our parents crazy with our antics, so they more or less let us do our own thing as long as nobody got hurt. This suited us just fine, as we got to play a lot of tie-up games (since they were the least noisy).
One of my favourite incidents follows (No real names are used).
This incident happened when I was 14. I was playing scrabble with my cousin J (age 13) in his room on the top floor of our house. It was the final match of our in-house tournament. While we were trying to concentrate hard on the game, J's sister R (11) came in and started annoying her brother. She was thin and had long brown hair upto her shoulders. It was summer, so she was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and pink coloured cloth shoes (ugh!). She was being very pesky, asking him to "feed" her lunch, since her mom wasn't home (inspite of being 11, she still liked being fed her meals: her mom really pampered her).
Finally, J & I got very bugged with her and decided to stop this game and start another one. J told R to bring the food: he'll feed her. While she went to the other room to bring the plate, J quickly searched the room for something to tie her with. The plan was to tie her up and feed her. If she wanted to be fed, we needed a good excuse to feed her, right ? (It made sense at the time, anyway). The only thing at hand was a couples of J's mom's 'chunnis' (cultural note: a 'chunni' is long thin rectangular piece of cloth (usually cotton or chiffon) that Indian women wear alongwith a traditional suit; it's sort of like a gigantic scarf). Grabbing it, J gave it to me to hide.
When R came with the plate and set it on the table, J very politely asked her to sit on the chair. That was a mistake. R became suspicious immediately (J was never so polite with her unless something was amiss). She understood that something was up. Quickly, she ran out of the room, and onto the verandah balcony.
Our bungalow has a verandah in the middle on the ground floor. Above it, both the first and second floors have a gaping hole the size of the verandah, so that one can see the sky from the verandah (sort of like a balcony on the inside of the house). R reached the balcony and shouted out to S, our eldest cousin sister (age 19). S, the eldest, was very protective of R, the youngest. S was also the biggest of the children, so there was no way we could catch her. She could take any of us kids in a one-on-one and tie him/her up. So J quickly ran out after R and clamped a hand onto her mouth.
Luckily nobody was out in the verandah at the time, so were weren't seen. I went out after J and we both pulled R back into the room. J held R tight and pulled her hands behind her back, while I twisted the chunni and made a long rope of it. Taking this, I wrapped it 4-5 times around R's hands, before cinching it with a double knot. R usually enjoyed getting tied up, so she kept quiet and didn't scream, even though we weren't covering her mouth.
J sat her down on the chair and tied another chunni around her and the back of the chair, circling it twice. He kept his promise. He started to feed her lunch. He teased her with the food, bringing it to her mouth, and pulling it away, while R struggled. With her hands tied, she could only move her head to follow his hands. She was enjoying herself by now.
Suddenly, we heard S calling out to R from the first floor. She had heard R screaming for her, but was busy at the time. She was calling to check what R wanted (R was always borrowing S's old comics). J & I froze. We knew if S found out we had tied R, we'd get the same treatment. We had to let her go at once. But then I had an idea. I told J, "Wait! Why do we have to let her go ? Why not catch S too ? Among the two of us, we can take her !" J jumped to the idea.
Quickly, he went to his sister's room, rummaged through the drawers and found some hankies, scarfs and some sticking plaster. He came back with the stuff and handed it to me. I rolled up a hanky and stuffed it in R's willing mouth (she was enjoying this too much to understand that S was on her side). Meanwhile, J cut some pieces of sticking plaster and started putting them across her lips. Then we took a scarf and tied it across R's mouth. She was tightly gagged. J tickled her to check if any sound came out. Not a Mmmph.
Not having heard from R for so much time, S decided to come up to look for her. She was tall, slim, and had very long straight hair upto her waist, which she had pulled up in a ponytail. She too was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
Me and J panicked. There was not enough time to find stuff to tie her up with. What could we do ? Suddenly, I noticed his Dad's air pistol and had an idea. I motioned to J to keep quiet and hide behind the door while I hid behind the other. As soon as S came in, I aimed the gun at her.
"Oh, look! Another native !", I told J in a gruff voice. He looked puzzled.
"Hands up!", I told S, keeping the native accent and heavy voice. She was not sure what was happening, but she complied.
I told J to get the stuff to tie her up with. S was looking uncertain, so I continued.
"We're dacoits from the Chambal valley. We've come to loot your village. Don't act smart or I'll blow you to pieces!"
J caught on and ran to get the tie-up stuff from the other room. Meanwhile, S was not sure how to react. Whether to play along in this children's game or leave. She just stood there until J returned with the clothesline, plaster and lots of hankies & scarves.
"Put your hands behind your back!" I ordered.
I knew that if we were to catch her, it could only be with her will. Otherwise she could take the two of us together. She slowly turned around and crossed her hands together behind her.
"Tie her up, J". J quickly took the rope and circled it around her wrists before she changed her mind. After about 10 turns, he took the rope around her waist twice, pinning her hands behind her. Then we asked her to sit on the bed, and tied her ankles together with a scarf.
I was quite scared that she might get free, so I checked and double checked her bonds. Then I tied another scarf around her knees, to be sure. Now S started stuggling and getting into the role.
"Please, sir. Let me go. You can take all our valuables. Anything. Don't harm me." She lay down on the bed and started squirming around.
"Silence! Gag her, J, she's talking too much". J took two hankies and knotted them together into a ball. He then shoved the ball into her mouth. She shook her head and tried to spit it out, but I quickly put a hand on her mouth. Meanwhile, J cut really long strips of sticking plaster. Removing my hand off her face, I took one strip at a time and covered her face from cheek to cheek, criss-crossing the plaster. By the time we were done, her face looked like a mummy. Laughing, we showed her the mirror. She saw herself and looked aghast, then started giggling under her gag.
"Enough fun, J. Let's get the valuables and get out of this village, before the police arrives", I told J. Then both of us went to the refrigerator and started eating chocolates and sweets, teasingly showing them to S, who lay tied and gagged on the bed. Until now, we had not told her about R. We decided to surprise her.
"OK, J. I think we should leave now. But we need a hostage. Let's take her". Saying this, I went to S and sat her up on the bed. Her ponytail was all mussed up from the struggling. While fixing her hair, I took a scarf and blindfolded her with it. She mmmphed, but I ignored her.
Both I & J carried her to the next room, helping her hop all the way. It was quite a funny sight. As we entered, R saw S and started laughing under her gag. S heard the muffled giggles but did not understand. We placed her on the bed in front of the mirror, still blindfolded and gagged. Next, we took a small piece of rope and tied her hands to her ankles, makng a hogtie. S was now directly facing the mirror. We removed the blindfold and ran back.
S opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. Then she saw R sitting on a chair, also tied up and gagged. She started struggling furiously. I & J decided to give them 15 minutes to get loose. We went back to our scrabble game in the other room.
After about 20 minutes, we went back to the room and found R & S as we had left them. S had managed to get the rope connecting her hands and legs loose, but other than that, was as tightly tied as ever. We went to them and started untying them.
I asked S if she was OK. "Yes. I've never been tied like this before, you know. It was fun." Good. We were scared she'd tell her parents or worse, get revenge on us. R was thrilled with the entire idea, and said, "Wow! That was great fun! Can you tie me again sometime ?" Sheesh. This girl never learnt...
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SamB''s stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - The Eldest & the Youngest
Story index at the bottom
By SamB
Mon Apr 26 19:44:18 India Standard Time 1999
My First Posting
I have been reading this site for months and only now have I gathered enough courage to make my own posting. The diversity on this website proves how widespread bondage really is. However, I have noticed that almost all posts are from the West or Down Under. What about Asia? I am from India, and though bondage is not a greatly talked about subject here, people are aware of it.
My own experiences & feelings are similar to those contributed my many others on this page: I too grew up watching TV & movies with Damsels in Distress (India has the largest film industry in the world, so there is no dearth of films) and poring through comics & Nancy Drews for a glimpse or scene of bondage. We don't have any detective magazines in India, so that's a pleasure I missed out on.
About me: I grew up in joint family made up of the families of 5 brothers. We were 4 boys and 3 girls (with a gap of 8 years seperating the eldest from the youngest) staying in a 2 storey bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood. Needless to say, we drove our parents crazy with our antics, so they more or less let us do our own thing as long as nobody got hurt. This suited us just fine, as we got to play a lot of tie-up games (since they were the least noisy).
One of my favourite incidents follows (No real names are used).
This incident happened when I was 14. I was playing scrabble with my cousin J (age 13) in his room on the top floor of our house. It was the final match of our in-house tournament. While we were trying to concentrate hard on the game, J's sister R (11) came in and started annoying her brother. She was thin and had long brown hair upto her shoulders. It was summer, so she was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and pink coloured cloth shoes (ugh!). She was being very pesky, asking him to "feed" her lunch, since her mom wasn't home (inspite of being 11, she still liked being fed her meals: her mom really pampered her).
Finally, J & I got very bugged with her and decided to stop this game and start another one. J told R to bring the food: he'll feed her. While she went to the other room to bring the plate, J quickly searched the room for something to tie her with. The plan was to tie her up and feed her. If she wanted to be fed, we needed a good excuse to feed her, right ? (It made sense at the time, anyway). The only thing at hand was a couples of J's mom's 'chunnis' (cultural note: a 'chunni' is long thin rectangular piece of cloth (usually cotton or chiffon) that Indian women wear alongwith a traditional suit; it's sort of like a gigantic scarf). Grabbing it, J gave it to me to hide.
When R came with the plate and set it on the table, J very politely asked her to sit on the chair. That was a mistake. R became suspicious immediately (J was never so polite with her unless something was amiss). She understood that something was up. Quickly, she ran out of the room, and onto the verandah balcony.
Our bungalow has a verandah in the middle on the ground floor. Above it, both the first and second floors have a gaping hole the size of the verandah, so that one can see the sky from the verandah (sort of like a balcony on the inside of the house). R reached the balcony and shouted out to S, our eldest cousin sister (age 19). S, the eldest, was very protective of R, the youngest. S was also the biggest of the children, so there was no way we could catch her. She could take any of us kids in a one-on-one and tie him/her up. So J quickly ran out after R and clamped a hand onto her mouth.
Luckily nobody was out in the verandah at the time, so were weren't seen. I went out after J and we both pulled R back into the room. J held R tight and pulled her hands behind her back, while I twisted the chunni and made a long rope of it. Taking this, I wrapped it 4-5 times around R's hands, before cinching it with a double knot. R usually enjoyed getting tied up, so she kept quiet and didn't scream, even though we weren't covering her mouth.
J sat her down on the chair and tied another chunni around her and the back of the chair, circling it twice. He kept his promise. He started to feed her lunch. He teased her with the food, bringing it to her mouth, and pulling it away, while R struggled. With her hands tied, she could only move her head to follow his hands. She was enjoying herself by now.
Suddenly, we heard S calling out to R from the first floor. She had heard R screaming for her, but was busy at the time. She was calling to check what R wanted (R was always borrowing S's old comics). J & I froze. We knew if S found out we had tied R, we'd get the same treatment. We had to let her go at once. But then I had an idea. I told J, "Wait! Why do we have to let her go ? Why not catch S too ? Among the two of us, we can take her !" J jumped to the idea.
Quickly, he went to his sister's room, rummaged through the drawers and found some hankies, scarfs and some sticking plaster. He came back with the stuff and handed it to me. I rolled up a hanky and stuffed it in R's willing mouth (she was enjoying this too much to understand that S was on her side). Meanwhile, J cut some pieces of sticking plaster and started putting them across her lips. Then we took a scarf and tied it across R's mouth. She was tightly gagged. J tickled her to check if any sound came out. Not a Mmmph.
Not having heard from R for so much time, S decided to come up to look for her. She was tall, slim, and had very long straight hair upto her waist, which she had pulled up in a ponytail. She too was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
Me and J panicked. There was not enough time to find stuff to tie her up with. What could we do ? Suddenly, I noticed his Dad's air pistol and had an idea. I motioned to J to keep quiet and hide behind the door while I hid behind the other. As soon as S came in, I aimed the gun at her.
"Oh, look! Another native !", I told J in a gruff voice. He looked puzzled.
"Hands up!", I told S, keeping the native accent and heavy voice. She was not sure what was happening, but she complied.
I told J to get the stuff to tie her up with. S was looking uncertain, so I continued.
"We're dacoits from the Chambal valley. We've come to loot your village. Don't act smart or I'll blow you to pieces!"
J caught on and ran to get the tie-up stuff from the other room. Meanwhile, S was not sure how to react. Whether to play along in this children's game or leave. She just stood there until J returned with the clothesline, plaster and lots of hankies & scarves.
"Put your hands behind your back!" I ordered.
I knew that if we were to catch her, it could only be with her will. Otherwise she could take the two of us together. She slowly turned around and crossed her hands together behind her.
"Tie her up, J". J quickly took the rope and circled it around her wrists before she changed her mind. After about 10 turns, he took the rope around her waist twice, pinning her hands behind her. Then we asked her to sit on the bed, and tied her ankles together with a scarf.
I was quite scared that she might get free, so I checked and double checked her bonds. Then I tied another scarf around her knees, to be sure. Now S started stuggling and getting into the role.
"Please, sir. Let me go. You can take all our valuables. Anything. Don't harm me." She lay down on the bed and started squirming around.
"Silence! Gag her, J, she's talking too much". J took two hankies and knotted them together into a ball. He then shoved the ball into her mouth. She shook her head and tried to spit it out, but I quickly put a hand on her mouth. Meanwhile, J cut really long strips of sticking plaster. Removing my hand off her face, I took one strip at a time and covered her face from cheek to cheek, criss-crossing the plaster. By the time we were done, her face looked like a mummy. Laughing, we showed her the mirror. She saw herself and looked aghast, then started giggling under her gag.
"Enough fun, J. Let's get the valuables and get out of this village, before the police arrives", I told J. Then both of us went to the refrigerator and started eating chocolates and sweets, teasingly showing them to S, who lay tied and gagged on the bed. Until now, we had not told her about R. We decided to surprise her.
"OK, J. I think we should leave now. But we need a hostage. Let's take her". Saying this, I went to S and sat her up on the bed. Her ponytail was all mussed up from the struggling. While fixing her hair, I took a scarf and blindfolded her with it. She mmmphed, but I ignored her.
Both I & J carried her to the next room, helping her hop all the way. It was quite a funny sight. As we entered, R saw S and started laughing under her gag. S heard the muffled giggles but did not understand. We placed her on the bed in front of the mirror, still blindfolded and gagged. Next, we took a small piece of rope and tied her hands to her ankles, makng a hogtie. S was now directly facing the mirror. We removed the blindfold and ran back.
S opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. Then she saw R sitting on a chair, also tied up and gagged. She started struggling furiously. I & J decided to give them 15 minutes to get loose. We went back to our scrabble game in the other room.
After about 20 minutes, we went back to the room and found R & S as we had left them. S had managed to get the rope connecting her hands and legs loose, but other than that, was as tightly tied as ever. We went to them and started untying them.
I asked S if she was OK. "Yes. I've never been tied like this before, you know. It was fun." Good. We were scared she'd tell her parents or worse, get revenge on us. R was thrilled with the entire idea, and said, "Wow! That was great fun! Can you tie me again sometime ?" Sheesh. This girl never learnt...
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SamB''s stories
- 01 - The Eldest & the Youngest (mm/ff)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section