Put out of the way (F/f)
Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2020 1:16 am
I've been involved with a few tie-ups I have decided I want to tell y'all about if you wanna hear it. I've been tied up a bit, but also really enjoy the idea of tying others up. For me, tying someone up is about power, and I learned that from my older sister. Let's call her Emma.
The first time I can remember tying up being part of my life was a Friday night. Our parents were out for the night, and Emma was going to be watching me. She was about 17 or so, and I was five years younger. We got along as sisters generally did. We fought some and were nice some, and probably most of our fights were because we had too much in common.
This was about 15 years ago, when maybe a couple people were just starting to get block phones or flip flops. Not me, as much as I wanted one. Emma had one because she had a license, which drove me crazy. Having a little sister was driving Emma crazy, though, as babysitting duties were keeping her from going to some party. You can probably guess what's going to happen next. I certainly couldn't.
My memory is a bit scattered, really. I am certain she got a call from a friend asking her to come, and a long discussion about who was going to be there. Then Emma disappeared, not that I was paying much attention. But I heard her summon me: "Gina, come here." And I did. Emma was a field hockey player, and it wasn't much for her to jump me.
We rolled around a bit, but she got a rope around one hand, then another. "What the hell?" I yelped as I felt her pull them behind my back. Emma was clearly figuring out things as she went along, but soon enough I was tied on the floor of my room. "There, all set." I remember tugging at my arms, my hair in my face. Snarling any insult I could, it didn't matter.
I had managed to work a couple loops off my wrist when Emma returned in clothing that certainly wouldn't have been approved by our mother. "Oh my, aren't we a little scamp?" she asked. I remember the ropes being cinched, and tied to the leg of my desk. When I heard the door slam and car start, I couldn't believe it.
The good news was Emma didn't know what she was doing, and in about twenty minutes I had managed to get one wrist free, and by double that amount I was free. But I had learned that tying someone up was a great way to get what you wanted, if you did it better. And that's a lesson I'll be describing in stories to come.
The first time I can remember tying up being part of my life was a Friday night. Our parents were out for the night, and Emma was going to be watching me. She was about 17 or so, and I was five years younger. We got along as sisters generally did. We fought some and were nice some, and probably most of our fights were because we had too much in common.
This was about 15 years ago, when maybe a couple people were just starting to get block phones or flip flops. Not me, as much as I wanted one. Emma had one because she had a license, which drove me crazy. Having a little sister was driving Emma crazy, though, as babysitting duties were keeping her from going to some party. You can probably guess what's going to happen next. I certainly couldn't.
My memory is a bit scattered, really. I am certain she got a call from a friend asking her to come, and a long discussion about who was going to be there. Then Emma disappeared, not that I was paying much attention. But I heard her summon me: "Gina, come here." And I did. Emma was a field hockey player, and it wasn't much for her to jump me.
We rolled around a bit, but she got a rope around one hand, then another. "What the hell?" I yelped as I felt her pull them behind my back. Emma was clearly figuring out things as she went along, but soon enough I was tied on the floor of my room. "There, all set." I remember tugging at my arms, my hair in my face. Snarling any insult I could, it didn't matter.
I had managed to work a couple loops off my wrist when Emma returned in clothing that certainly wouldn't have been approved by our mother. "Oh my, aren't we a little scamp?" she asked. I remember the ropes being cinched, and tied to the leg of my desk. When I heard the door slam and car start, I couldn't believe it.
The good news was Emma didn't know what she was doing, and in about twenty minutes I had managed to get one wrist free, and by double that amount I was free. But I had learned that tying someone up was a great way to get what you wanted, if you did it better. And that's a lesson I'll be describing in stories to come.
