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01 - Challenging my brother was not a good idea
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By Older and wiser
Tuesday, July 29th 2003 - 07:02:04 PM
My older brother found this site and told me about it, and suggested that I write my story. It's a good example of how you can get yourself into trouble if you aren't careful.
Ira, my brother, is three years older than I am. As far back as I can remember, we annoyed each other, and from time to time, Ira would threaten to tie me up. When I was about ten, he actually did it, but I escaped in just a few minutes. As our parents both worked, we were alone some of the time - especially evenings when they went out to dinner with friends or to parties. Anyway, Ira would sometimes get so angry with me, he would threaten to tie me up and keep me tied all night. I laughed. I had escaped every time he tied me.
One night when I was about fourteen and he was seventeen he said he had had it, and he got the rope and bound me and put me to bed. I was free in less than an hour. In the morning, I taunted him and laughed at him and told him how easy it had been to escape. About two weeks later, he tried it again, and I chided him and I was free again in about an hour.
Ira liked challenges, and he decided to research how to tie someone up. Nothing more was said about it for over a month. Then, one Friday night when our parents were away, Ira told me that he intended to tie me up for the night once and for all. I laughed.
"I'll be free in an hour," I said. "You can't keep me tied no matter how hard you try."
Carrying a bag with his "equipment" in it, we went to my bedroom. Ira told me to strip. This was something new, but I just laughed and took off all my clothes. Then he had me criss-cross my arms in front of me. He said that since I would be bound all night, he wanted me to be comfortable, and hands behind my back would not be comfortable. He tied a piece of rope to one wrist and looped it around behind my back and then to the wrist of the opposite hand. He then wound rope around my upper body, making it tight. He then took tape and taped my hands into fists. Now I was beginning to worry a little as this was much more than he had ever done before.
I asked Ira where he learned to do this, and he said he had been reading about bondage and he had gotten ideas from a number of places. He then took a piece of rope and tied it to my right wrist, pulled it up and looped it around the rope that bound my upper body, then up around the back of my neck and down the other side, looping it around the binding rope on that side, and then down to my other wrist. Another piece of rope went from that wrist down between my legs and up in back, over the circling rope and back down between my legs and up to my other wrist. Now I couldn't move my hands either up or down.
Ira tied my legs at my ankles, mid legs, under my knees and above my knees. He wrapped each tie with tape. Ira had me lay on my bed, and he pulled my legs up and tied them tightly to the rope that bound my upper body making a very strict hog-tie. I was really tied. I complained, and he just ignored me.
Ira told me to open my mouth, and I asked why. He said he was going to gag me and I said that he could only tie me up and couldn't gag me, but he held my nose until I opened my mouth, and in went a wad of wet rags. He wrapped the tape around my head many times sealing my mouth with the rags inside. I really protested, but it did no good. Ira then put a piece of tape over my eyes.
"Good night," he laughed. "Let's see you get out of that in an hour."
It had taken Ira a long time to tie me up that way, and I was really concerned. He left the room and I heard him close the door leaving me there, naked, bound, gagged, blindfolded.
I struggled and twisted and tried everything I could think of but got nowhere. With my hands bound into fists with tape there was no way I could release knots even if I could reach them. I realized that Ira had really done it that time. I had no idea how long I had been there as I couldn't see anything or hear much. I tried to call out, but locked in my room, nobody could hear me. I thought I heard our parents come home, and tried to call out again, but got nowhere despite making as much noise as I could through the gag. I guess I slept a little, but mostly just lay there wondering when I would be released. It seemed to go on forever. I could squirm around but there was nothing on the bed to help me escape.
Then I heard my mother calling Ira and reminding him that he had a date to help our grandfather do some painting, and that he needed to hurry. I screamed into the gag, but nothing. I heard Ira banging in his room, getting ready, and then he ran out slamming the door to his room. He was gone, and he had forgotten all about me being tied up in my room.
So I lay there and waited. After a long time, I heard my mother calling me, and I tried to answer, but nothing. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she came into the room, turned on the light, and let out a scream, calling my father. Dad rushed into the room, and both of them were astounded seeing me tied up that way. Mom told him to untie me quickly, but Dad said to wait just a minute. He pulled the tape off my eyes so I could see him, and he asked me if Ira had tied me up. I nodded my head, yes. He asked if I had been annoying and if I had goaded him about not being able to keep me bound for very long. My father had apparently been aware of our tie-up games over time. I nodded that it was true. Dad laughed, but my mother was really upset seeing me, and it was really embarrassing for me laying there naked all bound up that way. Dad said that if I had been stupid enough to let Ira tie me up, I should stay that way for a while, but Mom was adamantly opposed and demanded that he untie me at once. So dad freed me.
I was really stiff and sore being tied up all night, and had to go to the bathroom in the worst way. When I was dressed, Dad gave me a lecture about the dangers of bondage, and they really scolded Ira when he came home. We were told no more tie-up games. But Dad also made me admit openly that Ira knew how to tie me up and keep me bound - even all night.
That was years ago. It was the only time I spent the night tied up - until after I got married. Now it happens occasionally, but that's a different story and not for this page.
Be careful what you agree to, it might happen.
Older and wiser
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01 - Challenging my brother was not a good idea
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By Older and wiser
Tuesday, July 29th 2003 - 07:02:04 PM
My older brother found this site and told me about it, and suggested that I write my story. It's a good example of how you can get yourself into trouble if you aren't careful.
Ira, my brother, is three years older than I am. As far back as I can remember, we annoyed each other, and from time to time, Ira would threaten to tie me up. When I was about ten, he actually did it, but I escaped in just a few minutes. As our parents both worked, we were alone some of the time - especially evenings when they went out to dinner with friends or to parties. Anyway, Ira would sometimes get so angry with me, he would threaten to tie me up and keep me tied all night. I laughed. I had escaped every time he tied me.
One night when I was about fourteen and he was seventeen he said he had had it, and he got the rope and bound me and put me to bed. I was free in less than an hour. In the morning, I taunted him and laughed at him and told him how easy it had been to escape. About two weeks later, he tried it again, and I chided him and I was free again in about an hour.
Ira liked challenges, and he decided to research how to tie someone up. Nothing more was said about it for over a month. Then, one Friday night when our parents were away, Ira told me that he intended to tie me up for the night once and for all. I laughed.
"I'll be free in an hour," I said. "You can't keep me tied no matter how hard you try."
Carrying a bag with his "equipment" in it, we went to my bedroom. Ira told me to strip. This was something new, but I just laughed and took off all my clothes. Then he had me criss-cross my arms in front of me. He said that since I would be bound all night, he wanted me to be comfortable, and hands behind my back would not be comfortable. He tied a piece of rope to one wrist and looped it around behind my back and then to the wrist of the opposite hand. He then wound rope around my upper body, making it tight. He then took tape and taped my hands into fists. Now I was beginning to worry a little as this was much more than he had ever done before.
I asked Ira where he learned to do this, and he said he had been reading about bondage and he had gotten ideas from a number of places. He then took a piece of rope and tied it to my right wrist, pulled it up and looped it around the rope that bound my upper body, then up around the back of my neck and down the other side, looping it around the binding rope on that side, and then down to my other wrist. Another piece of rope went from that wrist down between my legs and up in back, over the circling rope and back down between my legs and up to my other wrist. Now I couldn't move my hands either up or down.
Ira tied my legs at my ankles, mid legs, under my knees and above my knees. He wrapped each tie with tape. Ira had me lay on my bed, and he pulled my legs up and tied them tightly to the rope that bound my upper body making a very strict hog-tie. I was really tied. I complained, and he just ignored me.
Ira told me to open my mouth, and I asked why. He said he was going to gag me and I said that he could only tie me up and couldn't gag me, but he held my nose until I opened my mouth, and in went a wad of wet rags. He wrapped the tape around my head many times sealing my mouth with the rags inside. I really protested, but it did no good. Ira then put a piece of tape over my eyes.
"Good night," he laughed. "Let's see you get out of that in an hour."
It had taken Ira a long time to tie me up that way, and I was really concerned. He left the room and I heard him close the door leaving me there, naked, bound, gagged, blindfolded.
I struggled and twisted and tried everything I could think of but got nowhere. With my hands bound into fists with tape there was no way I could release knots even if I could reach them. I realized that Ira had really done it that time. I had no idea how long I had been there as I couldn't see anything or hear much. I tried to call out, but locked in my room, nobody could hear me. I thought I heard our parents come home, and tried to call out again, but got nowhere despite making as much noise as I could through the gag. I guess I slept a little, but mostly just lay there wondering when I would be released. It seemed to go on forever. I could squirm around but there was nothing on the bed to help me escape.
Then I heard my mother calling Ira and reminding him that he had a date to help our grandfather do some painting, and that he needed to hurry. I screamed into the gag, but nothing. I heard Ira banging in his room, getting ready, and then he ran out slamming the door to his room. He was gone, and he had forgotten all about me being tied up in my room.
So I lay there and waited. After a long time, I heard my mother calling me, and I tried to answer, but nothing. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she came into the room, turned on the light, and let out a scream, calling my father. Dad rushed into the room, and both of them were astounded seeing me tied up that way. Mom told him to untie me quickly, but Dad said to wait just a minute. He pulled the tape off my eyes so I could see him, and he asked me if Ira had tied me up. I nodded my head, yes. He asked if I had been annoying and if I had goaded him about not being able to keep me bound for very long. My father had apparently been aware of our tie-up games over time. I nodded that it was true. Dad laughed, but my mother was really upset seeing me, and it was really embarrassing for me laying there naked all bound up that way. Dad said that if I had been stupid enough to let Ira tie me up, I should stay that way for a while, but Mom was adamantly opposed and demanded that he untie me at once. So dad freed me.
I was really stiff and sore being tied up all night, and had to go to the bathroom in the worst way. When I was dressed, Dad gave me a lecture about the dangers of bondage, and they really scolded Ira when he came home. We were told no more tie-up games. But Dad also made me admit openly that Ira knew how to tie me up and keep me bound - even all night.
That was years ago. It was the only time I spent the night tied up - until after I got married. Now it happens occasionally, but that's a different story and not for this page.
Be careful what you agree to, it might happen.
Older and wiser
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Older and wiser's stories
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section