04 - Sherry's Revenge
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By Ash
Mon Mar 23 00:35:28 UTC+0800 1998
Hey gang! Well, I really don't know if I can follow up the intricate postings that have appeared since my last visit here, but since a person is only as good as their word, here's my promised final babysitter story (And I would also like to apologize to Gillian, John and JD in advance for any sloppy punctuation, spelling mistakes and general grammatical errors that will probably escape my roving eye. While I would like to take the time to write my posts up using Word, it is 1:00am in the morning now and I have a ridiculous amount of work to get done tommorrow!)
Alright, excuses aside, let me begin.
It didn't take long for Sherry to make her intentions clear on the night in question. I would like to say it was a dark and stormy night (purely to slip in a phrase as hackneyed as a split patella and make it sound like I pay attention to such trivial details), but I really have no recollection of what the weather was like. Mum and dad were not going to be back until late that night, and Sherry - wearing her usual jacket and jeans and looking quite spectacular to her not-so-secret-admirer - used that point to begin taunting me.
"If they're not going to be back until late, that means I have plenty of time for my revenge," she said (or words to that effect).
"Revenge?" I was all innocent.
"Yeah, revenge. For tying me up so I couldn't get loose last time I was here."
(For those of you who have forgotten my last postings on Bob's page - in February I think - this story takes place between the two where I bound Sherry.)
"But you said I could tie you up."
"I said you could tie my hands, not bind me and gag me so I was completely helpess."
"Same thing," I mumbeld.
"Do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?"
By way of answer, I trotted off to get the "stuff". Secretly, I was excited, and although I knew it was partly the tying up thing, it was also because Sherry was involved. Messing around with my cousins could never compare with this!
When I returned Sherry instructed me to cross my hands behind my back and I did so. She tied them with a bath robe cord and then set about binding my feet. That done, she connected the two, leaving me in a hog-tie.
"Hey!" I said.
"Do you want to be gagged as well?" she threatened, and although the answer was a definite "yes", I shook my head "no". I didn't want Sherry to think I was a total freak.
"Alright, I'm going to watch TV for ten minutes. See if you can get free of that. If you can't I've got much worse planned for you."
She left me and I began to struggle, desperately.
Although I didn't manage to free myself completely, I did get my feet loose of the cord binding them and thereby escape from my hog-tie. So when Sherry came back, all she found was a discarded cord lying on the floor.
I had run off and hidden in my mum and dad's room, with my hands still bound securely behind my back.
Sherry hunted me for the next five minutes or so, threatening me with all manner of horrible things if I didn't come out. Eventually she found me, and proceeded to drag me out from under my parent's bed. Then, half carrying me, she "guided" me into the living room and proceeded to bind me in a second hog-tie - but this one was about a hundred times tighter than the first! All of a sudden, I knew I was going nowhere fast. And although some of the fun evaporated for me at that point (after all, the cords were pretty tight!), I tried to savour every moment I spent as Sherry's captive.
Basically, for the rest of the night I was cleave gagged and blindfolded with scarves, and kept tight bound with cords. Sherry would occasionally loosen a cord here, or change my gag a little there (I spent a good half hour with a packed mouth after I made too much noise through my realtively ineffective cleave gag) - and all the while she just watched TV.
When I was eventually released I didn't really know what to expect (again). But Sherry just hepled me pack up the stuff and hinted that maybe more games would be played next time. (She was right of course. Either the very next time she sat for me, or the time after that, was the occassion of her chair tie).
Those were definitely the days . . .
Thanks folks. I'll post a slightly more modern story if anyone's interested next time.
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Ash's stories
- 01 - Wrestling with Sherry (m/f)
- 02 - Tying Up Sherry Again (m/f)
- 03 - Tying Cousins (m/ff)
- 04 - Sherry's Revenge (f/m)
- 05 - Lynn's Fantasy (m/f)
- 06 - Party Games (mm/f)
Stories retrieved from Stories of Tie-Up Games