Coming up on my 13th birthday, I was filled with anticipation. My younger sister Ashley had tied me up on her birthday and had promised me that she was planning something for my birthday. I had no idea what it was hoping to be, but I was hopeful it would involve bondage again. Ashley was 12 years old, my Irish twin, and had an active imagination.
On my birthday, Ashley told me that she had come up with a game for us to play. She and I would be soldiers who were shot down behind enemy lines and had to sneak back to our base without getting caught. She enlisted our dad to play the enemy soldier. My dad had tied me up before, so I was hoping that maybe it would happen again. We set out to the woods near the house, Ashley and I dressed in camo t-shirts and shorts, while my dad wore a plaid shirt and jeans. My dad, bearing a Nerf gun, went off to patrol the woods while Ashley and I gathered at the fake crash site. Eyes, sparkling, she asked if I was ready and I answered that I was.
"Then let's split up," Ashley said, and then set off to the left. I headed right. The goal was to get back inside our house, which was the home base. I kept glancing around myself as I headed in that direction. I was keeping an eye out for my dad, but not so I could avoid him. Truth be told, I was hoping to see him so I could "accidentally" fall into his hands. To my disappointment, I reached the house safe and sound, with no sighting of my dad.
I entered the front door to find my mom in the kitchen, washing dishes and preparing for my birthday dinner.
"Hi Jeff," she said.
"Hi mom. Have you seen dad or Ashley?"
"No, I haven't," she answered. "Have you checked the shed?"
I frowned, thinking this was odd, but the twinkle in her eye made me realize this was part of the game. Nodding, I left the house and headed out to our back yard, sneaking my way to the shed. I reached the front door and-fully expecting to find my dad waiting inside-opened the door. What I found instead caught me off guard.
Ashley sat on an armchair with an intense look on her face. Her wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the legs. A cloth was tied into her mouth, acting as a cleave-gag. She began to "mmph" and struggle when she saw me.
I was taken aback, but quickly sprang to action, freeing my little sister from her bindings. "What happened?" I asked.
"I let my guard down," admitted Ashley. "And I got captured."
I nodded. "Let's get out of here," I said.
We turned to go, but I found dad standing in the doorway, nerf gun in hand. "Not so fast," he barked.
Ashley shrieked and stuck her hands in the air. "We surrender!" she declared, and I followed suit, putting my hands up as well.
"That's better," growled dad, getting into his character very well. "Now turn around."
My heart fluttered when he said that. I had guessed this was coming, but now it was a certainty. I turned around and put my hands behind my back. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt rope being wrapped around my wrists, and when the bonds were pulled tight, I was in heaven. Next, a gag was tied into my mouth. I looked to my side and Ashley turned to me as well, making eye contact as she was being bound. There was something in that moment shared between us that made me feel completely at peace. Then my dad ordered Ashley to open up and I watched in delight as my little sister was gagged.
Finally, he made us lay down and then tied our legs together. "Comfortable?" dad asked. Ashley and I nodded and "mmph"d happily. "Then sit tight," he said, giving us a playful wink as he departed.
Ashley and I turned to each other. Had we actually been kidnapped, we probably would have immediately began to free ourselves. However, I was having the time of my life, and it was clear from the look on Ashley's face that she was enjoying being a captive as well.
We lay there contentedly, bound hand and foot and gagged, until eventually the shed door opened again and our dad entered. "Time to go," he said gruffly, reaching down to untie our ankles. He then stood us up on our feet and ordered us to march. I had no idea what was in store, but I complied and walked with my hands tied behind my back until we reached the back door of the house.
Then my dad opened the door and escorted us inside. He seated Ashley and I at the table facing each other. She smiled at me through her gag, and I blushed a little. My dad set to removing the gag from her mouth as Henry, my older brother, scampered into the room. When he saw me, he burst out laughing.
"Jeff got tied up again!" he declared gleefully.
I "mmph"d back at him. Ashley responded cheerfully "so did I!" Henry went over to her and she showed off her bound hands, which were still tied behind her back. While this was happening, my dad, removed the gag from my mouth. This was when my mother walked in.
My mom smiled at Ashley and I, and then at our dad. "These are the prisoners you were telling me about?"
"They are indeed!" my dad said.
"Well, I think it's about time we let them eat!"
At this, we were unbound and got to enjoy dinner.
*****
That night, I thanked my dad for such a fun day, and he just shrugged and said it was all Ashley's idea. After he left me, I knocked on her door.
"Hey Jeff," she answered cheerfully.
"Thanks for today," I said. "How did you come up with it?"
"Well, my plan was to just let you tie me up as revenge for when I tied you up," she said. "But then I was talking to dad about it, and he told me that you actually like being the captive, so I decided to let that be my gift to you. Although I was also curious why you liked it so much, and I thought I should give it a try."
"Oh yeah? And what did you think?" I asked nervously.
"It was fun!" she said. "I liked being tied up almost as much as I liked tying you up."
My face must have been beet red at this point. "Well, maybe we can play again sometime?"
Ashley leaned in. "I'd love that."
My 13th birthday (M/fm)
My 13th birthday (M/fm)
This conversation would go a lot smoother if you just gagged me already!
Great story Jeff, hope you have more.