Part 8---Tied-Up All Night Tuesday
Thanks all for your encouraging comments, and patience. This promised chapter is much longer than the previous ones, so I've included section headers.
--- Supper time chat ---
I couldn't believe my ears! Janice was going to tie me up! Finally! I vaguely remember the incident my mom referred to this past Saturday, the time 5 years ago, when I was only 6, and had apparently asked Janice while she babysat me to tie me up, tickle me, and 'force' me to smell her feet. My mom said Janice had refused back then, but that Janice had told her about the incident. What I do clearly remember is my 4th birthday when I wanted to be tied up and of all my cousins present, Janice was the very first person I had asked, but she refused. Now after all these years, another dream was about to come true!
"Cat bite your tongue again Sebby?" Janice followed up.
"No... I mean, ... please tie me up Queen Janice! Please tie me up!"
"Okay my little Sebby. You may not remember all the times you've asked me, but I do. I think I've learned enough during my years to be able to help you out, finally," she says with a smile not too different from my mother's own when communicating that she cares.
"I have an idea!" pipes in my sister Margaret, as she gets up on her tiptoes as tries to whisper something into Janice's right ear. Janie leans down a bit and her smile widens at Margo's suggestion.
"We do have to have supper first, so we could do that." Janice straightens up and turns to me "want to eat supper while tied up Seb, like this past Saturday?"
"Yes, please Queen Janice! Thank you Princess Margaret!"
"Why have you never tied-up Sebastian before?" asks my sister, daring to ask the question I was itching to ask myself. If we are playing by the same rules as on Saturday, I'm no longer allowed to initiate speech, only allowed to answer direct questions and always ending my responses with the 'proper' honorific. Although only my sister insists on the title of Princess, and Janice has said I need not call her a Queen, I do like this game: it makes me feel like I am in a world, even if just imaginary, where by being a boy or a man I owe obedience to girls and women, just like in my favourite TV show at the time!
My sister turns to me with a smile and winks at me, and says "remember peasant! You are not to speak unless asked direct questions, and you must always answer honestly and address me as Princess Margaret."
"I guess that's part of the game you played Saturday," Janice states. "In that case, to avoid multiple standards, you must address me as Queen Janice for the rest of the evening ... peasant!" she adds with a playful chuckle. "Now, as to your question, Princess Margaret, whenever I was left in charge of your ... of the peasant Sebastian here, his well being was my responsibility. Being a babysitter is a very serious job, and I didn't consider tying him up and doing the other things he asked of me as proper behaviour in that context. Now, let's go into the kitchen and get ready to eat."
My sister grabs one of my cuffed hands and leads me into the kitchen towards the same chair I was tied to last Saturday. The bag Janice left with my mother last Saturday is still by my mom's chair at the kitchen table. My sister briefly glances back at me and winks again, and then follows up with another question for Janice: "what changed your mind this time?"
"Well, it's no secret here that Seb has been tying himself up unsupervised and without approval, despite numerous warnings. He clearly enjoys it, and even when he believed he was being discrete, he wasn't." As my cousin Janice says all this we are already in the kitchen, and she starts to get dishes out to set the table. My sister ushers me into the chair and I sit down into it. Janice continues: "So it got me thinking about why some people enjoy things that apparently most people don't -- it's not the only reason but it is partially why I got into psychology at university -- and I discovered through my studies that there are plenty of people like Sebby, for whom it is almost like a need."
I wanted desperately to ask a follow up question myself, but my sister pressed one of her index fingers against my lips to remind me that I was not asked a direct question and cannot initiate speech in this little game. However, as if she could read my mind, she asked "so there are other boys like Sebby, that want and desire to be tied-up?"
"That's right, Princess Margaret. And not just boys; girls too. And not just wanting to be tied up but also wanting to tie-up. Your big brother is not alone in having ... these predilections. Even some adults have them, but for most, their desire to play tie-up games starts at a very young age, often before they are even mature enough to fully understand all the risks and be able to mitigate them properly. It can come about from playing Cowboys and Indians or Cops and Robbers. For most it is just play, and they grow out of it, but for some it becomes an important part of them. I've come to understand the Sebby here does not intend to harm anyone, let alone himself; it's like he needs to be tied-up every once in a while, and if we prevent him, he could end up playing these games by himself, or worse with complete strangers, unsupervised, under dangerous circumstances. So a few months ago, auntie Anne -- your mom -- and I started to plan a way to help Sebby here play these games, safely until such time he either grows out of it or becomes mature enough to properly mitigate the risks for himself.
As Janice says all this, she finishes setting the table and turns to both my sister and me and continues "now, before we tie up Sebby to the chair and feed him, I've got to make clear the same rules that your mother stated. As the person in charge and supervising this game, I can put an end to it any time. And you can stop playing too Margo, at any time. As for Sebby here, he too can just speak up out of character and just say he no longer wishes to play, in which case I will release him from those locked leather cuffs and belt, but then there is no more tie-up games for the rest of the evening. Understood?"
"Yes Queen Janice," my sister exclaims.
"What about you Sebastian, do you you understand?"
My mind is running wild with everything I just heard and learned. For starters, I'm not alone; there are others like me! When my mom says she does not consider me a freak, she does mean it then! The realization also dawns on me that I was not so much caught accidentally on Saturday as set-up to get caught doing what they already knew, and so poorly hid. A million questions started pouring through my head, but I didn't want the tie-up games to end for the night, not with the possibility of being tied-up all night! "Yes, I understand Queen Janice," I say finally and daringly add "please tie me up Queen Janice and Princess Margaret!"
Janice raises an eyebrow and smirks, "your mother did inform me of everything that transpired Saturday, and how much you can be a little fiend and push yourself to stay tied-up. I'm willing to bet that you wanted to earn some from of 'punishment' for breaking the rules of this game? You had already answered my question and then continued to speak unsolicited. Isn't that so Sebby?"
"Yes Queen Janice," I sheepishly answer.
"Well, there is not going to be a punishment for this one transgression peasant!" Janice says with a smirk, "but if you transgress again, I will take it to mean that the tie-up games are over for the rest of the night. Understood, peasant Sebastian?"
"I understand, Queen Janice," I answer.
"Good. Now let's get you comfortable, shall we?" Janice says with a smile.
"Can I tie-up his arms Queen Janice? I've been practising!" exclaims my sister.
"Please do Princess Margaret," Janice says and fetches a couple of white cotton ropes from the bag, handing them over to my sister.
My sister grabs the ropes and gingerly rushes back to where I sit. She is beaming with delight as she says "I get to play with you again, big brother, I mean peasant!" Margo asks me to place both my arms against the arm rests of the chair, palm down. She then grabs one rope and feeds it through the metal D ring of my left wrist cuff until she has two equal lengths of rope in either hand. Next, she ties a square knot, anchoring the rope to the wrist cuff, and then proceeds to wrap each end of the rope in criss-cross pattern around my arm and the chair's arm, down to my elbow, forming pink diamond like shapes along the left sleeve of my leotard, outlined by the white rope. At the elbow, she wraps both ends of the rope several times around tying off a knot under the chair's arm. Margo then proceeds to do the same with my right arm.
As my sister does all this, Janice turns up the oven to heat-up the food my mom had prepared and placed in the oven to keep warm. As my sister ties down my arms to the chair, she comments to Janice, "I don't like or want to be tied-up, but as for tying up others, if it gets Sebby to play more often with me, I think I might like it a lot! When Mike and Miri are over, Sebby won't have to let only them catch him to get tied up; he can allow me to catch him too!"
Janice comes over and inspects the binds along my arms. "That's very good Princess Margaret, I see you have indeed practised."
My sister beams with delight and asks Janice, "can I also tie his feet to the chair, Queen Janice?"
"Be my guest, Princess Margaret," and Janice hands her two more lengths of rope.
My sister then proceeds to tie each of my feet and legs to the front legs of the chair, similarly to the way she tied my arms, but this time forming black diamond patterns along my black tights clad lower legs. As my sister does all this Janice asks her "did anyone ever tie you up Margo when you didn't want to?"
"Nope," my sister answers matter-a-factly. "I've only ever played tie-up games if I was part of the team that does the tying, but my brother here never let himself be caught by me; he says my knots are too loose, looser than Miri's."
"That's reassuring to hear Margo. And I'm sure that Sebastian here now realizes that you have become better at tying knots."
"And making his binds inescapable as he begs Miranda to always do!" exclaims my sister. "What do you think of my ties and knots now peasant brother!"
"They are amazing, Princess Margaret!" I exclaim. They are indeed. My legs and arms are pinned to the chair, and there is no way for me to get at the knots and loosen them. I'm pinned to the chair for as long as anyone of us allows this game to continue.
"And what do we say?" asks Janice.
"Thank you Princess, Margaret! Thank you Queen Janice!"
"Should we also tie his waist belt and chest to the chair?" my sister asks Janice.
"No. The food is almost warm enough and he needs to be able to move enough his upper body enough to swallow food and water freely and safely," answers firmly my cousin.
"Makes sense," my sister claims. "Can I go get my dolly Molly? I like to feed Sebastian and have him say 'thank you' to Molly too."
"Okay, go ahead."
As my sister runs up to fetch her ballerina plushy doll, Janice lays out food for my sister and herself. "Margaret and I will eat a bit first, and then we will feed you. If we feed you while we eat too, all our food is going to get cold. I hope that's okay with you Sebastian?"
"Yes Queen Janice," I answer.
My sister returns to the table with her doll, which she places on the table next to my plate and says "keep an eye on our prisoner here, Princess Molly, while Queen Janice and I eat, won't you?" She makes her doll Molly nod yes enthusiastically and then proceeds to sit down next to Janice to eat.
As I watch both my sister Margo and my cousin Janice eat, they do there best to pretend to ignore me, as they strike up a little conversation.
"Queen Janice, may I ask you a question?"
"So long as it is between bites and not with a mouth full, you may Princess Margaret."
"Why did you not become a professional ballerina?"
"Well, Princess Margaret, I love dance, and ballet in particular, but getting a spot in a touring ballet company is highly competitive. I have too many other interests to be able to focus solely on ballet. I also enjoy helping people and I love studying psychology; I'm working towards becoming a clinical psychologist you know. Between working on my PhD, volunteering at the local hospital, and assisting the teachers at the local ballet school on Saturdays, I'd be completely burned out if I also competed for a spot in a touring ballet company!"
"I understand. So that means I should look for other interests as well, in case I can't get into a ballet company?"
"Well, you are still very young, only 8. It will be three years at least before you are even allowed to start training en pointe. You have plenty of time to figure out all your interests, Princess Margaret."
I observe my sister pondering what Janice just told her as they both continue to eat quietly. I feel ignored, but enjoy it, enjoy the feel of the binds pinning me to the chair. I dare not speak up, as I don't want the tie-up to end. After a few more bites and sips of water my sister asks Janice "is this Bertrand auntie-B mentioned your boyfriend?"
"Janice chuckles a bit and answers "oh dear no! He's not my type and I'm not his type. He's just a good friend. He comes by the psychology department to consult on occasion for some of his cases. He is a defence attorney and he occasionally asks some of the tenured professors to provide expert testimony."
"Do attorneys make leather restraints?" my sister asks.
"Oh dear no!" Janice laughs out. "Bertrand is also an avid fan of historical reenactment, and is part of a medieval reenactment society. This interest of his has made him quite the hobbyist leather-smith as well."
"I'm done eating, Queen Janice. May I start feeding our prisoner?"
"Sure thing, Princess Margaret."
My sister pulls her chair closer to mine where I'm pinned while Janice gets up to get food and water for me. "Small bites and sips, Princess Margaret," Janice reminds my sister.
My sister picks up her doll, and says "thank you Princess Molly for watching over our prisoner, he will thank us both for each bite of food we feed him and each sip of water."
Janice finishes plating my food and places a tall glass of water with a straw next to my plate. Janice then returns to finish off her own plate. Over the course of several minutes, my sister feeds me and offers me sips of water. After each bite of food, and after each sip of water, I dutifully state "thank you Princess Margaret. Thank you Princess Molly" to my sister's delight. This also occasional causes my cousin Janice to chuckle a bit. Once done my plate, Janice gets up and starts clearing the table and cleaning up the kitchen, with my sister helping, once again pretend ignoring me as I notice Janice occasionally glancing back at me, probably making sure I am okay still tied to the chair, unable to release myself. As Janice finishes up packing the food away, my sister goes up to her room to store her doll Molly away.
--- Tickle torture chair ---
"You're a good boy Sebastian," Janice says, while my sister is still upstairs. "Your sister made it very clear that she does not like to get tied up earlier, but that she could enjoy tying you up if it meant you would play with her more often. Respect her wishes Sebastian, be a good big brother to her, and you'll have a loving younger sister who will always be your friend. I was an only child, never got to have a younger sister or brother; you are fortunate to have a sibling who wants to spend time with you."
I sense sadness in Janice's voice, but we are still playing this game of me not being allowed to speak unless asked a direct question, which I can only answer directly and honestly lest the tie-ups end for the rest of the evening. So instead I just stare into my cousin's eyes and nod yes.
Janice playfully ruffles my hair a bit and smiles. "I'm sorry Sebby, I shouldn't burden you with my own issues. If you would like to say something before your sister returns, you may speak freely."
"No burden Queen Janice, I like listening to you, and I do promise to play more with my sister, and even help her with her homework. I promise to be a better brother to her than I have been so far."
We both hear my sister come back downstairs and enter the kitchen. "Can we torture Sebby now with my stinky feet!" exclaims Margo.
"Well, we only just finished up supper. We should let the food settle a bit first, Princess Margaret" Janice wisely remarks. "Still comfy all pinned down to the chair, Sebby?"
"Yes Queen Janice. Thank you Queen Janice," I respond.
"Would you like me to teach you how to win against your brother at backgammon, Princess Margaret?"
"Yes please, Queen Janice!" my sister exclaims.
Janice fetches our backgammon table from the games drawer and sets it up in front of me on the kitchen table, and pulls her chair and my sisters closer. She then proceeds to explain to my sister some basic rules of the game and why for someone like me who also likes math would enjoy the game. She also provides a few basic principles of probability and statistics at a level my sister can understand with a few dice rolls as an example. Finally, Janice explains "okay, now. We shall make the game a bit interesting. Since Sebby cannot roll the dice and move his pieces, I will roll for him and he just has to tell me how to move his pieces by saying 'would you please ... Queen Janice' and I will do as kindly asked. Once someone wins by bearing off all their pieces, we count the pieces left on the board. Regardless of who wins, Sebby then gets tickle tortured by us while still tied to his chair, one whole minute per piece left on the board. After that we take a little break and we can then finally fulfill another wish of Sebby here and tie him to his bed for the night."
"And make him smell our stinky feet!" pipes in my sister.
"For a little while, if you so wish Princess Margaret," smirks my cousin and she glances at me and gives a little wink. "We've been keeping our feet smelly for him in our warm fuzzy slippers!"
"Yes, and while he is forced to smell our feet, I will tell him what Lucille and I talked about at school earlier," adds Margo.
Janice smiles kindly again at me, but also playfully pinches my right cheek and says "Lucille, that's the girl you have a crush on at school, isn't it Sebby? Remember, you must answer directly and honestly, with proper honorifics."
I turn beet-red in the face again, but answer "yes, Queen Janice."
"There's no shame in that Sebby. Okay let's play!" Janice concludes. As we play, I realize my bladder is getting full again. Still, I want to be tickled, but I also don't want to pee myself even though I have a diaper on. I suspect if I wet my diaper now, there would be no tie-up to the bed later. I figure I can take about five minutes of continuous tickling so I try to play the odds to either loose or win by 5 pieces. I dutifully say "would you please ... Queen Janice," after everyone of the dice rolls Janice makes on my behalf. As for my sister, she rolls her own dice and moves her own pieces, but she also obviously takes pointers and cues from my cousin with each play. After about 20 minutes, the game nears its end and my sister-cousin duo is definitely going to win: Margo has only two pieces left and no matter what she rolls, those two pieces will bear off. I have seven pieces left, and it is my roll, with four pieces stacked on column 24 and three on column 23.
Janice rolls for me snake-eyes, which means I can bear-off all four of my pieces staked on column 24. This is a disappointing roll for me as I would end up with only 3 minutes of tickle torture, and I have so longed to have Janice tickle me! Nevertheless, I don't want to come across as deliberately trying to loose by too much, so I say the optimum move "would you please bear off all four of my pieces on column 24, Queen Janice."
Janice turns to me and winks at me, and the says "okay, my sweet little prisoner, I will do as asked and move the three pieces from column 23 to 24, and bear off one."
That's not what I had asked. Part of me wants to protest, but that would put an end to all tie-ups for the evening. I feel a mix of emotions, as I feel cheated, but at the same time infinitely grateful that I get to be tickled for 6 minutes non-stop! And for the first time by Janice! All I have to do is concentrate fully on not peeing into my diapers so more tie-up fun can be had.
"That's six minutes of tickle torture for my poor brother!" my sister exclaims while giggling with delight.
"I'm pretty sure Sebby here, is delighted as well, isn't that so my little sweet prisoner?"
"Yes Queen Janice! Thank you Queen Janice!"
"I though so," says Janice as she puts the game away back into the games drawer. "Supper should have settle by now, would you like to be tied up a bit more tightly before we proceed with the tickles?"
"Yes please Queen Janice."
Janice takes another rope from her bag and hands it to my sister. Margo proceeds to loop the rope through two of the D rings in my waist belt on either side of my waist, but with the rope also passing behind the chair's vertical slats. I feel her put one of her feet on the back of the chair and pull with all her strength, tightly pinning my waist to the chair before I hear her from behind breathing heavily as she ties off a knot. WIth plenty of rope length still left, Margo proceeds to tie a few loops around my upper chest to the vertical slats, just under my arms, and knots that off tightly too. "Tighter than Miri!" my sister exclaims.
"I sense some rivalry with Miranda there, Princess Margaret."
"That's because every summer, Sebby wants to play with Mike and Miri more than with me, but Sebby has promised to play more with me. I want to show him I can be as good if not better at tying him up!"
"I can see that. Now, will our sweet little prisoner giggle loudly and inanely for the six whole minutes? Can he keep quite or shall we gag him?"
"Let's gag him!" my sister exclaims.
"What about you Sebastian, do you want to be gagged, or can you keep quite?" asks Janice.
"Please, I want to be gagged Queen Janice!" I exclaim.
"Alright, any last request before we tape you mouth shut prisoner?" Janice asks me with a wry smile.
"What does it really mean to put a sock in it, Queen Janice?"
At that, both Janice and my sister burst out laughing! After a few seconds, Janice asks "where did you hear that expression, and why do you ask?"
"Lucille at school told me to do so during math class, because I answer too many questions, Queen Janice. She also said it meant to keep quiet, but I don't understand why a sock and where, Queen Janice."
"Janice holds back further chuckles and answers, matter-a factly "well, I'm not sure about the exact origins myself, but imagine a person talking loudly, and then imagine the same person trying to talk loudly with their mouth filled with a big sock." She pauses for a few seconds and adds "but don't you go getting ideas now, your mother clearly has warned you about stuffing your mouth. Understood?"
"Yes Queen Janice." I say sheepishly, but now start wondering just what a sock in my mouth would taste like. Would it be worse than just its smell? I wonder if I can bring this topic up again and perhaps convince my kind 'captors' at some point in the future to let me try.
"Shall we?" Janice says and brings me out of my daydreaming. I nod yes.
Janice then proceeds to grab some silver duct tape from the knickknack drawer and starts to tape up my mouth, not-stuffed, of course, with several passes around my head, just as my mom did on Saturday.
"Now, I'm going to remove my ... I mean
your cute pink ballet slippers from your feet; your mother tells me you are very ticklish there and I can tell you've been wishing for this day for a long time. I will tickle the soles of your feet while your sister, Princess Margaret, tickles your ribs and arm pits. If you want us to stop anytime before the six minutes are up, either close your eyes and keep them shut, or bang the back of your head against the chair twice. If you make it through the whole six minutes, we can continue playing tie up games, but if you signal out, all tie ups for the rest of the evening stop. Do you understand Sebby?" I nod yes.
"Good, and I will be monitoring your breathing as well, and can put an end to this at anytime. Let's get into position Princess Margaret!"
At that, my cousin Janice pulls my chair with me pinned to it away from the table, so she can sit down cross-legged on the kitchen floor in front of me. My sister Margo goes to stand behind the chair and I can feel her little hands close to my ribs on either side, reaching through the wide gaps between the set of vertical slats and the arms of the chair. Janice slowly removes my ballet slippers, turns to look at the stove-top clock, and at the right moment says "go!"
My sister starts to furiously and mercilessly tickle my ribs and armpits, in random patterns. I jerk against my bonds, but am careful not to bang my head against the chair or shut my eyes. However, what I find most intense is not my sister's tickling with her little fingers. Janice, tall as she is, with long arms, can comfortably stare into my eyes as she slowly and gently circles with her long fingers the arched soles of my feet clad in black tights. It feels like electricity running up my legs, but I can't move my feet away, as my legs are completely pinned to the chair. I start to breath very fast and loudly through my nose, but Janice never lets go of her focus on my eyes, and I can sense that she not only is paying close attention to my breathing but is also counting time in her head!
Unable to move much, given how tightly my sister tied my torso to the chair, the tickling feels very intense. My bladder is feeling full, and while the tap gag does muffle somewhat my uncontrolled giggles and laughter, I can't help but wonder how much better the muffling would be if I had indeed a sock in it. As I try to trash about, pinned tightly to the chair, simultaneously frustrated and oh so pleasantly delighted at being unable to escape the tickles, Janice, still focused intently on my eyes, asks "want this to stop?" I shake my head no, keeping my eyes open.
Only then does Janice quickly glance at the stove-top clock, and faces me again with a wry smile and says "four more minutes! Are you sure you don't want us to stop? Nod yes if you want us to continue." I wonder if indeed I can take four more minutes of this, but as I feel my sister's little fingers slowing down, and Janice stop circling her long fingers around the soles of my feet, I nod yes once, pause, and nod again once to make sure that Janice and Margo both saw my response.
Janice resumes tickling my feet, but this time she does quick random pokes all around my feet, soles and tops. This, ironically, feels less intense than the slow circling she did before, and I think I can indeed last the just under four minutes still left to earn more tie-ups for the night.
Meanwhile, Margo resumes her furious ticking of my ribs and armpits. I hear Margo giggle with glee. At some point I can sense her lean in behind my right ear. She whispers into it "I'm so glad I get to tie you up and tickle you! Big brother. You should ask me more often, and not Miri!" At her mentioning the name of my cousin Miranda again (daughter of uncle Gaston, my mother's and auntie-B's young brother), Margo's tickling stops, and she instead manages to find my nipples through the pink leotard I'm wearing, and twists them both sharply. I wince as my eyes tear-up and I jerk strongly against my bonds making the chair creek.
Janice instantly stops her tickles and jumps up, to brush my sister's hands away, and angrily shouts "stop that, Margo!"
"I'm sorry!" Margo cries out and runs away up to her room.
"I'm so sorry that just happened Sebby!" Janice exclaims. "We've all agreed that we would try to make your tie-up fantasies a
safe reality; tickling only your feet, knees, ribs, and armpits; and occasionally gagging you and 'making' you smell our feet and shoes. But that's it. No pinching, punching, twisting, slapping or any other form of corporal punishment. Let me get you out of that gag and binds."
Janice quickly undoes all the ties about the chair and throws the ropes into her bag. She then slowly removes my tap gag, as my eyes well with tears which start to run down my cheeks. Janice gently pats my head and tries to wipe my tears away with one hand as she gently removes the tape with the other. When she finally removes the last strip, I blurt out "please don't be mad at Margo!"
"What?"
I get up from the chair and hug Janice. Then I look up to her and say again "please don't get mad at Margo! It's not her fault!"
"What do you mean?"
--- Quickly forgiven ---
My tears have stopped. I clear my throat and explain. "I've been a bad brother to my little sister. During the school year I mostly ignore her, and over the summer vacation and school holidays, I'd rather play with Mike and Miranda when they come over. I've promised to play with my sister more often, and I've started to help her with homework, but it's only been a couple of days. It's my fault she grew jealous of Miri. I guess it will take some time before she forgives me. Please don't punish my sister. I do love her and want her to be happy. I promise to pay more attention to her and play with her and help her. Please Janice! Please don't get Margo into trouble! If someone needs to be punished it is me!" I feel my eyes tear up again.
"You're an out of the ordinary, in a good way, little boy. Most boys your age would have revelled at the chance to get their sibling into trouble. Yet here you are blaming yourself and wanting to take punishment. No one is going to get punished. I'll chalk all this up to a misunderstanding of the rules. Okay?"
"Yes Queen Janice," I say.
At that, Janice chuckles and gives me a sisterly hug and a little peck on the forehead. I do so wish that Janice had been my older sister, but I do really care about my little sister too, and wouldn't wish her any pain. I genuinely did believe that I could have been a better brother to Margo. It wasn't a question of 'making do' with what I had, but being instead truly appreciative and learning to treasure what I actually did have: a loving and caring family, including my little sister.
Janice looks down and smiles at me, saying "you don't have to keep calling me Queen Janice. We can stop playing for the night."
"Oh no! Please Queen Janice! That would be the worst punishment of all! I was so looking forward to being tied-up all night! Please don't end this!" and again I start tearing up.
"Are you sure Sebby?"
"Yes! Please, I want to be tied up in bed, I saw what is strapped around my mattress and I'm curious what you had planned with mom to finally allow me to sleep tied-up safely! And I want to be 'forced' to smell Margo's stinky feet so she can tell me what she and Lucille were talking about! Pleeeeaaaase Queen Janice!"
"Okay, okay, please calm down," Janice begs me. "I guess you've earned it, silly, but sweet, little Sebby. But first things first. While I think that was closer to the three minutes of tickle torture you truly earned -- and I'm sorry I pretended you said something else to what you actually asked me to play -- I'm pretty sure you must really need to pee badly, if you haven't already wet yourself in your diaper, which
would have put an end to our games, but I now promise you does not end the games."
With that said, Janice goes to her big bag she gave my mom last Saturday and pulls out another clean diaper in my size in one hand and a small key in the other. With the key, she unlocks my wrist and ankle cuffs as well as the waist belt and takes them all off. She then hands me the clean diaper. "There you go. If you want it so badly, I'll reapply the locking cuffs and belts in your room once you've freshened up in the bathroom upstairs and changed diapers. In the meantime, I'll try to see how your sister is doing and smooth things over with her; don't worry little Sebby, I won't punish her and she won't get into trouble. Okay?"
"Thank you Queen Janice! No need to be sorry for what you did during the backgammon game! I enjoyed that! It was amazing! And the way you tickled me was amazing too! Too bad it didn't last all six minutes."
"Ah sweet little Sebby," Janice laughs. "I doubt you could have lasted that long; it was cruel of me to trick you into longer than three minutes. But it turned out to be only that long after all. Now off you go! We'll meet up in your room once you've cleaned up."
I pull on my ballet slippers back onto my feet and go off to the upstairs bathroom. As I pass Margo's room, her door closed, I can hear my poor little sister sobbing in her room. I ache to knock on her door and say that all is okay, all is forgiven, but as I hear Janice coming up the stairs, I stick to Janice's instructions.
Once in the bathroom, I unzip my leotard and pull it down and off. I also pull off my tights. Surprisingly, I didn't sweat much into them. As for the diaper I was wearing, it's not peed into, which I figured given that my bladder still feels very full and about to burst, but I'm glad to be able to put a clean one on anyway, after properly using the toilet myself and cleaning up. I get dressed back up in my black tights and shiny pink leotard, and head back to my room leaving the older sweated into, but otherwise unsoiled, diaper in the waste bin (they were the disposable type).
By the time I reach my room, my Janice and my sister are already in my room, Janice sitting at my desk with the chair facing my bed chatting with my sister, and my sister sitting on my bed facing Janice. My sister's eyes are a bit red, probably from crying and thinking she got herself into trouble. As I enter, my sister rushes up to me and gives me a tight hug! "Thank you Sebby, I love you too!" Margo stands up on her tip toes and gives me a sisterly kiss on both my cheeks. "I'm so sorry I did that, I didn't mean to hurt you. I promise never to give you a purple nurple; I'm not one of those mean bullies from school."
"It's alright, Princess Margaret," I say. "I know you're not one of those mean bullies, you're my sweet little sister and my Princess Margaret!"
Margo let's go of her tight hug and rubs her eyes, adding "you don't have to call me Princess Margaret if you don't want to."
"If it so pleases you, but we play tie up games or any other game you'd like me to play with you, I really don't mind, sweet little sister. May I keep calling you Princess Margaret, if you so wish Princess Margaret?"
Margo finally allows herself a little smile and says "okay, you can call me Princess Margaret, but I won't get mad if you call me just Margo."
Janice stands up and says "let's agree then that this was all a big misunderstanding. No more purple nurples. And as for Queen and Princess so-and-so, let's agree that if Sebastian says the honorifics, he is in character as our prisoner to be 'tortured', but if he doesn't say the honorifics, he is talking to us normally, out-of-play, but with no threat to end the game if we all agree that the game can continue. Deal?"
"Deal!" Margo exclaims, but I stay quite and actually wryly bite the corner of my lips.
Janice raises one eyebrow, just like one of my favourite fictional characters on TV does, and says "what's the matter Sebby?"
"Well ... ah ... I'm ... I'm not sure how ... how to say this," and I blush beet-red again.
"Say what?" Margo asks.
"I ..., please don't get mad at me, but ... but I kind of ... enjoyed
that specific purple nurple."
Now Margo raises one eyebrow! Janice's eyebrows, however, turn into a serious frown and asks "do you also enjoy being hurt?"
"No, no! It's not like that. I mean, yeah, it hurt a bit earlier, but it's not like the school yard bullies. Not that they were ever able to catch me, but my best friend Sam once punched out a kid because that kid gave him a purple nurple. Sam told me it hurt so he hurt the kid back. What Margo did was not like what those mean kids do. It was different, a bit painful, but not in a bad way like when I bang my toes or my funny bone accidentally against something. There was something ... interesting about it."
"Hmm. I see," Janice says followed by a long pause. "That is not unheard of; I'll have to discuss this with you mother, Sebby. But for tonight, there is no question of further purple nurple nonsense, or anything else outside of perhaps some light tickling and smelly feet while you're tied to your bed. Deal?"
"Yes Queen Janice."
"Good. May I lock the cuffs and belt back on you?"
"Yes please Queen Janice!"
Janice proceeds to lock the ankle and wrist cuffs back on, and locks the waist belt as well, but just one notch looser than before, much to my chagrin, but I don't complain, feeling that tie-ups for the rest of the night might precariously be stopped short. "There, loose enough to be comfortable overnight, if you so wish, but not so loose that you won't feel like you're somewhat restricted. It's approaching both your bed times soon, and Margo still has to properly wash up; she's been keeping her feet smelly for you all this time."
As Janice says this, my sister finally starts to smile mischievously again; the mischievous smile I'll come to eventually associated with fun smelly feet time, even though I don't really like the smell of my sister's feet. "Janice told me that I should tell you what Lucille and I talked about during recess today, without
forcing you to smell our feet, given what happened downstairs."
"Please Princess Margo! Please Queen Janice! I've been so looking forward to be 'forced' to smell your feet!"
--- Sweet sweaty feet and dreams ---
"My my, okay then," says Janice. "I guess you would want to be taped gagged too again?"
I nod yes vigorously, "yes please Queen Janice!"
Janice sighs a bit, but pulls down my bed sheets towards the foot-board, revealing what I already knew was there: three wide than leather straps, with holes along the central length, belted around my mattress at various positions along its length. "Take off your ballet slippers and hop on into your bed. Lay down on your back, and let me show you how you
might spend the whole night if you so wish."
I take off my pink ballet slippers, hop onto my bed, and lay down on my bed as instructed. Pillows have been propped so my head, neck and upper back can stay comfortably angled up from my waist and rest of my body that lies flat with the mattress. Janice walks over to the foot of my bed where on the floor she had brought up and placed her large bag she had left with my mom last Saturday. From that bag, she pulls out what appears to be six white plastic straps, each about 20 cm long, but just a few millimetres wide.
"These are called zip ties or cable ties, Sebastian," Janice explains. "They can be used to fasten objects together, usually a bunch of cables in order to keep them organized, and once so, must be cut to be removed. In our case, we can pass each one through one of the holes in these straps and then wrap it around one of the metal D rings in either your cuffs or waist belt. Place your feet comfortably apart and let your arms fall loose on either side of you, towards the foot-board, and I'll show both Margo and you how they work."
I comply and Janice proceeds to thread one of the zip ties through one of the holes in the strap by my ankles. She then threads it through the nearest D ring of my left ankle cuff and finally pulls it through the head of the zip tie, pulling the whole setup tight, but not so tight that I can't have a bit of freedom turning my left leg and foot. The plastic makes a funny 'zip' sound as it is pulled tight.
"What do you think?" Janice asks.
"Sounds funny!" Margo exclaims.
"Yeah," I agree.
"Shall I proceed?" Janice asks.
"Yes please, Queen Janice," I respond.
Janice proceeds to bind down my right ankle cuff too. She then proceeds to do the same my waist belt, two zip ties, one each through a D-ring on either side of my waist belt, bond to the leather strap closet to the head-board. To the leather strap between the other two, where my wrists rest, she uses the remaining two zip ties to bind my wrist cuffs to that strap, on either side of my torso. Once done, Janice asks me to test it out to see how much I can move. I can bend my knees and elbows comfortably, and even turn a bit to either side, but not much. The binds allow me to shift position a bit so as not to be forced to always stay in exactly the same position.
"He can move much more than when he was tied to the chair," my sister comments.
"That's by design. It is not good not to be able to move at all for any extended period of time. Sebby here used to tie himself up some nights, dangerously so with those old discarded extension cables. Now, with this setup, he can shift his position more easily, with no danger of any ropes getting tighter or accidentally wrapping around unwanted areas. Plus, it is
inescapable as Sebby has wished for so long. He can't get free just by himself. Someone watching over him has to unlock his cuffs with a key or cut the cable ties with safety scissors."
"Will I be able to have a key?" Margo asks.
"Not right away, Margo. You will each eventually get a key, Sebby included. But you must each prove to your mother that you won't only just play tie-up games and that when you do play tie-up games, you will always do so while supervised in some way, with safety as your primary concern. Understood?"
"Yes Janice" both my sister and I answer.
"So. How does it feel Sebby?" Janice follows-up.
"It feels amazing! I feel safe and glad. Thank you Queen Janice!" I respond.
"Safe? Interesting. Is that why you would secretly tie yourself up some nights? To feel ... safe?"
"Yes, I don't know why, it just made me feel better those nights" I respond. "Can I please be gagged and made to smell your feet before it gets too late Princess Margo and Queen Janice?"
Both my sister and my cousin let out a playful chuckle at what I just said. My sister then says "can I please gag him with the tape, I saw both you and mom do it, I think I can do it now."
"Please go ahead Princess Margaret," Janice says approvingly.
My sister grabs the roll of duct tape from the bag and comes around to my left side where Janice has now sat back down on the chair by my desk. "Please lift up you head Sebby," my sister asks kindly.
I comply, and my sister, with some effort, starts to wrap layers of tape around my mouth and behind my head in the same criss-cross pattern that my mom and Janice have used, patting each pass down, but not as tightly as either of them have. I'm not going to complain, however, wanting my sister to practice and improve and not get discouraged by my criticism. Once satisfied with her work, my sister manages with some effort to tear the rest of the roll away. "I'll go get my desk chair," my sister exclaims.
"Go ahead," Janice responds. My sister runs off, and Janice gets up and pulls my desk chair closer to the left side of my bed and sits back down. My sister comes back, lumbering a bit with her own small desk chair, which she drags over to the right side of my bed, and places it close to my head level and sits down. Having shorter legs than Janice, Margo's chair is considerably closer to my bed than Janice's.
"Ready for some smelly feet torment Sebby?" Janice asks.
I've been dreaming of this moment for years. No longer do I need to sneak a sniff of Janice's shoes when I think she is not looking. She is about to truly make me smell her feet! For that privilege, I'd endure hours of smelling my sister's. I nod yes, and if I had not been tap gagged, a beaming smile would have been shining on my face.
I hear both Margo's and Janice's slippers being removed and dropping to the floor. Janice is first to place her white stocking clad feet close to my face by my left cheek. Her pretty feet feel very warm so close to my face and I immediately smell a familiar yet much stronger scent than from her shoes: vinegary and cheesy at the same time.
My sister follows a few seconds later, placing her white knee-high cotton socks near my right cheek. My sister's feet don't give off as much heat, but the smell is much stronger than Janice's and just as bad as I remember it initially from last Saturday night: Margo's signature rotting mushy pea scent combined with a strong cheesy smell.
I can easily turn my head from one pair of feet towards the other. Finding Janice's foot odour more pleasant, I turn my head towards her feet more often, as I also struggle against my bonds trying to lower or raise my head away from the feet, to no avail, luckily!
"Sebby is smelling your feet more often than mine," Margo comments.
"We can fix that," Janice replies. As Janice says that, she presses both her feet against my left cheek, forcing my face and nose to turn into my sister's feet by my right. I try to hold my own breath, but need to breath so my nostrils become constantly assailed by my sister's foul foot odour, with the occasional whiff of Janice's sweeter foot odour as well. Despite the torment, I feel like this must be heaven for a boy like me who loves to be tied up and made to smell girls' feet. A hellishly divine torment!
I hear my sister yawn and say, "I guess I better tell Sebby here what Lucille and I talked about earlier today during recess."
"I'm curious about that too," replies Janice. "What did the two of you really talk about?" Janice releases the pressure she applied with her feet to my left cheek, allowing me to turn my head freely, which I immediately do by turning away from my sister's feet towards Janice's for a few seconds.
"Well, at first Lucille said she'd like to get to know me better, perhaps even become a friend, since we are both interested in ballet. I asked her why and that's when she said that she thinks she likes Sebby here, but would like to know if he is a good brother to me, if he is a good boy or a bad boy in how he treats his sister and other girls." As my sister says all this, I'm trying to keep my nose away from both pairs of feet but can only alternate side to side, always spending a bit more time inhaling Janice's foot odour over Margo's.
"And what did you say?" Janice asks, reapplying the pressure with her feet, forcing me once again to face only Margo's feet and their putrid mushy pea scent and strong cheese scent. I'm in heaven!
"I told her the truth," Margo says, which makes me tug against my bonds a bit. "I told her that Sebby and I get along most of the time, but we don't have the same interests; I like playing with dolls and doll houses, while he likes to watch silly TV shows, and paint models, and read comic books."
"That's all?" Janice asks, but she maintains the pressure, allowing me only the occasional whiff of her feet, the scent of which is strongly overpowered by my sister's.
"Well, I did tell Lucille that Sebby did used to tease me about my smelly feet up until recently, but just about my smelly feet, nothing else; otherwise he stands up for me and whenever there was trouble at home he would take the blame for me."
"Really?" Janice asks, this time releasing the pressure, once again allowing my head to turn freely. "Do you have an example?"
"Yeah, I told Lucille about the time last year when Sebby and I were horsing around the kitchen table, and I accidentally bumped into it, knocking over our mom's favourite vase, which rolled down and crashed to the floor. I started crying and mom ran down the stairs into the kitchen to see what had happened. I was scared and said that Sebby had pushed me into the table, which was not true. But when asked by mom, Sebby immediately took the blame, saying that it was indeed he who accidentally pushed me into the table. Sebby got grounded, no TV, no comic books, for an entire month for something that was not his fault."
Once more, I'm free to alternate from one pair of feet to the other, but always spending a bit more time towards Janice's. I remember clearly the incident my sister is relating to Janice, and while I didn't like being grounded for something I didn't do, I still felt some responsibility. If had not agreed to having my sister run around the table after me in a 'catch me if you can' game, that vase would still be intact. I also hated seeing my sister cry, and preferred to see her smile. Teasing her about her smelly feet didn't used to make her cry, but just angry enough for her to run after me with one slipper in hand trying to make me smell it. That usually ended in silly giggles for both of us, not a regrettable broken vase that was a gift from grandparents long gone.
"I remember your mom telling me about that incident," Janice responds. Janice playfully rubs her feet against each other, releasing more of their scent that I pleasantly catch deep whiffs of. "That vase meant a lot to her. Did you tell your mother the truth eventually."
"Yes, near Christmas, a few months later," Margo says. I turn towards Margo and can see her give me a wink before my view is blocked by her sock clad feet as she presses them onto my nose, forcing me to inhale strong whiffs of her foot stink. Margo adds, "Sebby has always claimed it was his fault, even to this day, but that Christmas he got double the comic books as a gift."
I hadn't realized that my mom had eventually learned the truth of that incident! Wanting to thank my sister, as I face her feet I inhale deeply with each breath, despite how strong and unpleasant -- pleasantly unpleasant -- each whiff of Margo's stinky feet and socks are.
My sister giggles and says "that tickles a bit! But I like it Sebby! Please take big whiffs!" I comply.
"So you've essentially told Lucille that Sebby here is not a bad brother?" Janice asks.
"I actually said that he is a very good brother, and that he even apologized recently for not playing more with me and helping me with my homework, and that he had promised to stop teasing me about my smelly feet because I didn't like it."
I return to turning my head from side to side, hoping to be able to catch more whiffs of Janice's feet.
"Did Lucille ask why?" Janice asks. In answer to my wishes, she too now pushes her feet onto my nose. I'm delighted, as the smell of Janice's feet reminds me a bit of my mom's. Once more I take deep inhales. "You're right Margo! It does tickle a bit between the toes, but it's not unpleasant!"
"Lucille did ask why, but I lied and said I didn't know why, that Sebby was a good enough brother, but perhaps wanted to become an even better brother." As my sister says this she yawns again. "I'm getting very tired," she adds.
"That's all understandable," Janice says matter-a-factly. "Anything else before we get you off to bed Margo?" Janice stops pressing her feet against my nose allowing me once more to alternate side to side between her feet and Margo's.
"Not really. That's when the conversation shifted to dance and if there was any chance of convincing Sebby to join up in our ballet class on Saturdays. I said there was no chance, but that I might be wrong. Morning recess ended and when afternoon recess came around, Lucille was running after Sebby here in a cops and robber game."
"Well, I'll have to hear about that second recess an other time. Care to give Sebby here a double stinky foot torment before going off to bed?"
"Yeah!" Margo exclaims.
At that, Janice and Margo each press one of their feet onto my nose, one by each nostril. I take deep inhales and exhales, enjoying every second of the mixture of vinegar, cheese and mushy pea scents. Another wish come true!
After a few seconds, both Janice and Margo pull their feet away, and Margo stands up and drags her little chair back into her room. Janice gets up, returns the chair she sat on to my desk, and then proceeds to carefully remove my tap gag. "Thirsty?" she asks.
"Yes," I respond with a dry throat.
"I'll get you a small glass of water with a straw." Janice heads downstairs to the kitchen as Margo returns to my room with some folded pyjamas under one arm. She walks up to me and gives me a little sisterly kiss on my forehead, the one spot on my face where her feet and Janice's didn't touch me. She wrinkles her nose a bit, and smiles at me. "I don't like doctors, but perhaps I should let mom take me to see a foot doctor; after all, if I want to become a professional dancer I need to take care of my feet. Thank you Sebastian, for getting me out of trouble every time. Why do you do it?"
"What are big brothers for?"
"Yeah, but you don't have to always take all the blame away from me."
"I hate seeing you get into trouble. Thank you Margo, Princess Margaret." I try to lean closer to give my sister a little brotherly kiss in return. She leans in with her right cheek and I manage to give her a little kiss there. "Goodnight Princess Margaret," I say.
"Goodnight ... Captain Sebastian of my Royal Guard." Margo turns to head to the upstairs bathroom. Janice is already standing by my bedroom door, a small glass of water in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other.
"Go on ahead, I'll help you wash up, once I've given Sebby a little water and cleaned up his face" says Janice.
My sister leaves my room and I hear the bathwater start to run. Janice walks up to me, and wipes down my cheeks, chin, mouth and nose with the warm damp washcloth. Next, she helps me prop-up my head a bit more and brings the small glass of water with a straw by my mouth.
"Slow and small sips, and not too much, Sebby. If you drink too much, you will need to empty your bladder in the middle of the night. You have a diaper on in case of accidents, but I'm pretty sure you'd like to avoid that."
I do as instructed and after four small sips say "thank you Queen Janice, I'm fine now."
Janice smiles at me and gives me a little playful ruffle of my hair. "Remember, you can't get free on your own, so don't struggle in vain if you want to be released. I'll be within earshot, so if anything happens, don't hesitate to shout-out for help. I'll be able to release you quickly. When I've tucked your sister in, I'll come back here and do some studying at your desk, so the lights will stay on for a while. Do you want a blindfold on?"
"Yes please, I'm getting tired too."
Janice gets the blue blindfold from the bag, the same one my mom had used on me Saturday night. She gently places the soft cushioned blindfold over my eyes, with the elastic strap around my head. I can still see a tiny bit of light bleed through the soft edges of the blindfold, but if I close my eyes it is no bother. "When I get tired myself, if our mothers have not returned by then, I will retire to your mom's bed, but I'll keep both bedroom doors open. Even in the middle of the night, just shout-out if you need release. Understood?"
"Understood!" I say.
I feel Janice give me a little kiss on the forehead, and she walks off towards the bathroom where the bathwater has stopped. Shortly after, I hear my sister and Janice talking, too low for me to make out what they are saying at this distance, but reassured to catch the occasional giggle and chuckle, indicating that all is good. I feel myself dozing off.
(To be continued in Part 9, Sleeping In Tights ... No Bed Bugs Bite!)