01 - Left in suspension
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By Chris UK
Sunday, March 21st 2004 - 01:38:06 PM
Left in suspension
Hi there, this is my first time to post on this site (only because I have only just found the post stories link). Anyway, my name is Chris and I am 14. I have an older sister called Sarah who is 17. We have played tie up games since we where really little (like, when I was 4 and she was 7). At first, it was just that she tied me up then I got to tie her up. But, in the last few years, we have started to have small contests. Like, a death match on TimeSplitters or Red Faction or something which a winner and looser came out of.
Anyway, on to the story. We had all weekend to ourselves because our parents where out at a business meeting America. Saturday started late (well, for me at least). I woke up to a small plate of homemade pancakes. At about 11 o'clock, Sarah challenged my to a tournament (consisting of 4, 15 minute games) and the winner go to tie up the loser for as long as they wished. Knowing that I was faster, better and quicker at Red Faction that Sarah, I knew it would be win and prove my superiority over her (well, at least for the time that she was mine, lol). We started of quite well, I won the first game and drew the second one. But then something went horribly wrong. She had been watching my tactics and cut of my only way of winning by blowing a hole in the wall where my weapons were meaning I had no good weapons.
Due to this unforeseen consequence, I lost the last two games and had a deep sense that this was not going to be very fair (seeing as she had proposed the offer). I went into her room where she had lots of rafters (our house is an old one and still has all these things).
She ordered me to remove my t-shirt and to put my hands out in front of me. I did this because in our little rulebook, the loser had to obey the winner. She got out some rope and bound my hands together. When she had finished, she tied another piece of rope in the middle. Sarah then up-turned her bin and told me to stand on it. I did this and then she threw the rope over one of her rafters and tied it very securely (and tightly) to the leg of her bed.
At this point she got some more rope and she started to tie it around my legs (probably to stop me kicking her). When this was finished, she kicked out the bin which I was standing on. Just as it thought that she couldn't restrain me anymore, she did. She tied a piece of rope round the back of my neck, under my armpits and tied together behind my back. She then tied yet another rope from my feet upto the piece of rope on the back of my neck which pulled my legs back as far as they could.
Then, to cap it all off, she pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes and some earplugs into my ears. I felt her put a small about tissue around the back of my head to protect my hair from the duct tape which she started to wrap around my head and over my mouth. I was beginning to feel quite afraid. She had taken away my sight, my speech, my hearing and my freedom of movement.
I hung there for what felt like all day but when the blindfold was removed, I saw it had only been one hour. When she looked at me, she had a kind of evil look in her snakelike gaze. Then, I saw what she was so smug about. She had "borrowed" by paintball gun and from what I could see, was fully loaded.
Sarah removed one of my earplugs and whispered "If you move, irritate me, or make any sound whatsoever, I will shoot you where I see fit" and with that removed both the earplugs and spun me round to face the television. When I was facing it, she placed some headphones on which she had linked upto the tele and tied some more rope from my legs to another rafter to prevent me from spinning around and avoiding me looking at the TV. She then put on my most hated film ever - "The sound of music".
I hung there, just managing to stay sane. I believe I managed to sustain the first hour but that is when I cracked. I started to thrash around, trying to get the headphones of. After about a minute, they fell to the floor but it was then I remembered what my sister had said about the paintball gun.
I braced myself as I herd her let out a terrific sigh and lost sight of her as she walked round behind me. This probably helped because at that moment, I felt a paintball hit square in the left calf. I screamed in pain but only came out as a muffled MMMMMPH. She came round and looked at me and when she saw the tears from the pain dripping down my cheek, said "Sorry, but you left me no alternative" and with that, decided to remove the duct tape that acted as a gag. After she did this, I asked her in a very angry tone "You didn't have to shoot me! And there where PLENTY of alternatives!"
"Like what?" came her sympathetic tinged with the sadism of her strange passions. I was not sure. What other alternatives where their. "Hmm" was all I could say and she sighed.
"Well, I am just going to get some pizza, you want any?" Sarah asked politely (which came as a real shock) and I nodded. She told me she would be right back but then decided to balance a coke can on my head and told me that if the can was not there when she returned, I would be shot in the right calf and she left.
She came back about half an hour later with some pizza. She seemed slightly disappointed but amazed that I still had the can balanced on my head. She removed the can and cut a slice of pizza, which she helped me eat, and then ate the rest of the pizza herself.
After the pizza, I got a chance to look at the clock, it was now 3.30, I had been bound like this and for just over 3 hours and I realised how much my arms where hurting. Fortunately for me (for the first time that day) she asked how I was feeling, so I told her about all the aches and pains. So she released my arms from the rafter and lowered me back to earth.
When I was back on the ground, she untied my legs but quickly retied them in a frog tie with my hands still secured behind my back. After that, we talked for about half an hour upon which she said, she was giving me back to much control and replaced the blindfolds and the earplugs. I asked her in the gentlest tone I could to please not use any more duct tape.
She abided to my pleadings and (just load enough for me to hear) said "Fine, be right back with something special".
I was not sure what she had in mind but I hoped that it had nothing to do with any tape of any kind. I was lucky, I felt her put a cloth in my mouth and then secured it in with an old scarf.
While I lay there, I felt her tying some more rope to me, she changed my frogtie to a hogtie and attached some extra rope around my waist (also attached to the rope connecting my hands to my feet) over a rafter again and re winched up (not to far) and left there. I could hardly move because my weight was holding my hands and feet in position. After yet another hour, I was lowered back to earth (which was a real relief). She untied me but just as I thought it was all over, things took another unexpected turn. She had untied my hands and legs but left the gag and blindfold on (but had removed the earplugs). As I removed the blindfold and looked up, I saw her pointing the paintball gun at my head.
"Now, lets have a little bit of fun!" Sarah said in a tone which said bad news with every syllable. She carried on pointing the gun at me and said "now you tie yourself".
I was startled by what she had just said and looked at her in a way like I didn't understand (which I didn't). She carried on pointing the gun at me, but bent down and reached into a box. She pulled out some rope, chains (with some padlocks) and a set of handcuffs.
She gave me ideas (which is probably what she wanted to happen). She said that maybe a frogtie might work. So, I tied each leg up so that my heels where touching by bum so I could still move each leg individually but could only move around on my knees which is very painful. I did this and then hand cuffed my hands behind my back.
When I did this, Sarah fired a shot that went just above my head and flew into the headboard on her bed with the words that that was not good enough. She came upto me. She got the chain and attached it to the handcuffs and the other end to the post on her bed. She then tied another piece of rope (like before) behind my neck, under my armpits and behind my back, and tied another piece of chain to it and also to the bed. I had noticed that she had attached a combination padlock to the chain which held my handcuffed hands to the bed. She then told me that I could leave when I had gotten the combination but I would also have to get the key which was about a foot of the ground and too far away to grab with my teeth (remember that I could only move a certain distance from the bed due to the rope that went over the back of my neck and chain). She blindfolded me once again and left.
It took me about an hour to get the comb for the padlock (mainly because it was very stiff and I probably passed the same combination 10 times). After that I had to shuffle over to the place where I though the key was, bend over forward and grab the keys with my hands to release myself.
When I had untied myself, I looked up at the clock and it had turned out that I had been tied up for a total of 7 and a half hours. When I get her back, I will post. I have many other posts of when I bound her and other times when she got me.
Chris
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http://www.na.na
UK
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Chris UK's stories
- 01 - Left in suspension (f/m)
- 02 - Bound and Tortured by Sarah and Mindy (ff/m)
- 03 - Getting Revenge (m/f)
- 04 - Combined Forces (mm/f)
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