01 - Hands Off
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By BD
Saturday, February 15th 2003 - 05:20:40 AM
Hands Off
I was about 14 at the time, and it was towards the beginning of a long hot summer in the Northeast. One day, I was at a friend of the family's house, and they had 2 daughters, one we'll call R___, who was a few months younger than me, very cute (and well-developed) and whom I had the biggest crush on, and one we'll call L___, who was closer to 17 years and very good-looking. Keep in mind this is a small town, and there's not much for a kid to do except wait to get his (or her) driver's licence and drive to the big city. But that was still a few years off. However, R___ had just received a new computer for her birthday, and was happily showing it off to those who came by (this was the late 80's when computers were 'just getting started' I guess).
So I had walked over there (not an exactly within walking distance, but I had plenty of time on my hands). I show up, and there's R___ barefoot with a pair of 'semi-Daisy Duke' shorts and a white T-shirt (with bra) that was quite snug on her well developed chest. Acing like a kid on Christmas morning, wanting to show me this new computer of hers. L___ was going back and forth between her room and the kitchen. R___ takes me to her room and shows me this then-new Apple something-or other computer- I'm just as computer=savvy then as I am now. Anyhow, she puts in a game and challenges me to beat her high score after playing with it for a few minutes. Suddenly, R___ stops and turns to me asking if I want any iced tea. Being thirsty, I naturally said yes.
"I'll be right back" She said "Don't touch anything while I'm gone."
Now the word 'anything' was too vague for me since it could've applied to anything in the room, plus I hadn't had the chance to try the computer yet, and was very eager to do so. So I interpreted that to mean "Don't break the computer while I'm gone". After a few minutes of pecking at the keyboard, I heard some footsteps behind me. There's R___ in her short-shorts, tight T-shirt, with a glass of iced tea in each hand and a scowl on her cute little face.
"'Don't touch anything while I'm gone' meant don't touch anything while I'm gone." She said
She set the iced teas down on her bureau and headed for me and the computer.
"Sorry, it's just that you were taking forever." I said. This was an awkward moment for me, so I got up and was ready to slink by her and let her resume playing computer games. I had to step around an oversized box adjacent to the computer, and when my back was to her, she tackled me.
I had about six inches and 20 pounds on her, but she had the element of surprise and was fairly strong for her size. Almost immediately, she had knocked me off balance and had me face-down on the ground. Then she was able to pin my wrists together behind my back. In hindsight, I could've got her a few times by kicking blindly and hitting her as a result, but if you're being wrestled to the ground by somebody who looks like R___, sometimes you just WANT to be subdued.
I felt the pressure on my wrists let up a little, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her grab an old jumprope lying on the floor, the I felt it being coiled tightly around my wrists and triple-knotted.
"Is this how you treat all your guests?" I asked
"No, just the ones who can't keep their grubby hands off my computer without asking" she said
Then she got up, looked down at me, with that wicked little grin still on her face and said:
"Don't go anywhere"
Shortly after she left the room, I sat up and wondered if I should make a break for it or try and free myself, then quickly dismissed the idea. Not long after that, R___ comes back with her sister L___ to show off her handiwork. Instead of scolding her for tying up a guest in their home, L___ was scolding her sister for doing an incomplete job. The way the conversation was turning, it was clear they weren't going to set me free anytime soon.
As most of you could understand, I was enjoying this but felt compelled to keep my mouth shut so I wouldn't let on how much I was enjoying this.
"Not bad, but something's missing. You didn't get his feet- he could've gotten away" L___ says. Then her face lights up as she continues "I got an idea. Why don't you get some clothesline from the back yard?".
The two of them left together, but L___ comes back first with a red bandana. I was sitting on the edge of her sister's bed when she returned. I guess I should mention that L___ and I had a fairly cordial relationship. I had a crush on her sister, so I usually made an effort not to piss her off. She was just as attractive as her little sister, although far more buxom and with darker hair. She looked just as fetching as her little sister in the black tank top and khaki shorts she was wearing that day. L___ was also something of a wild child. Of course, as a high school junior at the time, she was also way out of my league.
I'm watching as L___ takes the bandana and ties it so that there's a big knot in the middle. I had some idea of what was coming next. Assuming that I actually wanted to be released, there was no hope of that happening once L___ entered the equation. However, I was a little surprised when she roughly shoved me so that I was on my back. She told me to hold still as she knelt down next to me on the bed and tried gagging me with the bandana. I turned my face away and squirmed a little bit, but she managed to cleave-gag me with the bandana- the knot wasn't quite squarely over my mouth, but it was still an effective gag. Being a normal 14-year old guy, I couldn't help but notice that L___'s considerably large chest (never knew her measurements, but I wouldn't be surprised to learn she was a D cup at that age) was about an inch from my face while she was putting on the gag. That provided me some incentive to hold still for a few moments.
While she was next to me, she rolled me over on my side and I felt her checking the knots. For a moment, I thought she was releasing me, but I glanced up and saw that she was once again on her feet and looking at me.
"I can't believe she did this to you- You must've really pissed her off." she chuckled. "What are all of your friends going to think if they find out my little sister beat you up and then tied you up?"
I tried saying "They'd probably say 'Way to go, dude!'", but that came out as a series of "Mmmph Mgnn Mmmph"s.
She probably sensed that I was trying to be a smartass through the gag, because she scowled at me a little bit before her face lit up with especially sinister expression. She leaned in close and I was once again treated to a front row view of her cleavage.
"How does that rag taste?" she asked. "You know that does double duty as our dog's collar."
Almost forgetting that their black lab's collar was stuffed in my mouth, I tried yelling at her. Of course that didn't have much effect and L___ started laughing as I thrashed and began "mmph"ing and growling through the gag. Even though my feet weren't tied, I still couldn't get onto my feet and fell back onto the bed after trying to do so. In hindsight, I'm sure the look on my face was priceless.
I managed to calm down and L___ refrained from further taunting me- at least until R___ returned. She had with her not only some clothesline but also some duct-tape.
L___ laughed and said "I told him the bandana was Ollie's collar."
"That's mean!" R___ said, although she was laughing herself.
L___ began looking at the clothesline her sister brought back and at me, trying to figure out how much more she'd need. Then she ordered me to roll over lie on my belly, and that if I tried kicking her, I would regret it. I thought that L___ was just going to tie my feet together, but almost as soon as she was finished tying my ankles together with the clothesline, I felt more rope being none-too-gently wrapped around my wrists- my very first hogtie.
BD
Sunday, February 16th 2003 - 02:53:21 AM
Hands Off (part 2)
Actually, there is a little more to my story, although by this point I was mostly a hapless spectator. L___ was commenting that this was a 'Kodak moment' and then asked why R___ brought in duct tape. R___ told her sister that she was going to use it to gag me, and she didn't know her sister had found the bandana and used that. First, L___ gagged me pretty roughly, plus she seemed to enjoy taunting me and to this day, I'm not sure how intentional her cleavage being in my face was but I thought that was a mean (yet appealing) tease; but suddenly, L___ was being uncharacteristically sympathetic towards me. She told her younger sister "Dont do that- it'll hurt him when you take it off."
R___ simply said "Don't worry, I think he can handle it". I wasn't quite sure how to take that vote of confidence from R___, but it wasn't like I was in a position to do anything about it.
"He's already gagged, I dont' really think you...." L___ started to say.
"How badly do you think it will hurt?" R___ interrupted. I couldn't help but think her sister was up to something. I was wondering if I should try and get R___'s attention, but I didn't want either of them to change their mind and re-gag me. Besides, it was thanks to R___ that I was in this situation. She had been living under the same roof as L___ for the better part of 15 years and if she couldn't sense her older sister was up to something, then it was her own damn fault.
Not passing up an opening like that, L___ challenged her sister "Do you want to try it?".
"Fine!" R___ snapped back. She was probably thinking her older sister was anticipating she would chicken out, and that's probably what L___ wanted R___ to think (Ah! The convoluted mind games between teen-age sisters!).
L___ pointed to the office chair in front of her computer and barked "Have a seat!". R___ thought she was being defiant as she sat down. I was watching this as though it were an out-of-body experience. This was something I would spend hours agonizing and wondering if R___ would let me do anything like this to her but before the opportunity ever presented itself, her sister had beaten me to it. As L___ began taping her little sister's wrists to the chairs armrests. L___ used alot of tape on her sister, although it was around her wrists. She also wrapped some duct tape around R___'s chest and the back of the chair. At this point, L___ turns around and kind of winks at me while asking "Having fun, B__?". I couldn't do much but sigh and mumble incoherently through my gag, although I was having more fun then I could let on.
"OK, are you going to cut me loose now?" R___ asks her sister.
L___ only scoffs at her and asks "Who said anything about letting you free? I just said it would hurt once the tape came off- I never said exactly *when* that would happen!". If my hands were free and I didn't have a knotted bandana, something tells me I would've laughed or applauded.
R___ was able to manage a "Dammit! Let me go...." before her sister cut off another piece of tape and planted it firmly across her mouth.
Of course, L___ decides to take full advantage of the situation by taunting her sister. In comparison, I think I had it pretty easy, since L___ knew all the right buttons to push. The first thing she did was pick up one of the glasses of iced tea and dangle it precariously above the keyboard, which drew the desired reaction from R____ as she began thrashing about and making muffled protests to her sister. Of course, she wasn't going anywhere.
Of course, L___ didn't completely ignore me. She saw me looking at her sister while she was trying in vain to free herself, playfully pinched my cheek and asked "Aren't you glad you came over today?"
BD
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