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Part 6 - blindfolds create opportunities for mischief
After lunch, we spent an hour playing video games. I lost miserably. Harry's swimming training had given him a very effective competitor's mindset. When he wanted to win, he was dialled in and had a laser-like focus which was something to behold. He decided that his prize for winning would be that he would have a shower before I got to tie him up, which would give me time to decide how to do it.
"Don't you want to discuss how you want it done?" I asked.
"Nah," he replied, "I trust you to do a good job. Just make it exciting. I just want rope this time. It feels better than the tape."
"Alright," I said.
I took the time to plan out how I would do it and ensured that all my rope was back in my bag where it belonged. Time passed by slowly, as it tends to when you're alone and looking forward to something. Eventually, I heard Harry coming down the stairs. I was surprised to see him standing in the living room doorway wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxer briefs. His hair was shaggy, having clearly been dried with a towel but not combed afterwards.
"Umm..." I said, caught off guard, "don't you want to put some clothes on?"
"Nah," he said, it becoming something of a catchphrase. "I wanna see how snug the ropes feel on my chest."
"Fine, but are you sure you don't want to put on some shorts? You're not uncomfortable like that?"
"Nah," he casually said again. "It gets quite hot when I've been tied up for a while. Plus I often sleep like this."
"Ok, but only if you're comfortable."
"Are you not?" Harry asked. "You saw me in my swim briefs, they don't cover much more. Wait, I get it: you're jealous that you can't pull off the look."
"Jealous?" I scoffed incredulously.
"Yeah," Harry said, clearly trying to provoke me. "Jealous because I'm better looking than you, and I can pull off the shaggy hair look."
"Right, cocky," I said, getting into character. "I'll show you!"
Harry grinned a wide, toothy grin at me, before turning and running into the hall, heading for the stairs. I threw on my bag so I could keep my supplies on hand and gave chase. Harry might have been accomplished in under 12s swimming contests, but he hadn't realised that I had been a part of my school's cross country team and was a pretty good runner. I caught him at the top of the stairs, grabbing him around the mouth with my right hand to form a secure handgag and pulling him towards me, wrapping my left arm across his torso to pin his arms to his side.
"Mphhh mphhh!" Harry tested my hand strength and tried to struggle wildly, but my grip held firm.
"Still think you're better than me?" I asked.
"Mphh!" Harry nodded.
"Well, then you asked for this," I said. I tried to sound menacing, but it took a lot of effort to hold Harry against me like this.
I dragged him backwards into his bedroom, all the while he wriggled and mphed against me. I pulled him up to his bed, before turning around and forcing him down onto it. I kept my hand over his mouth and leant against him to stop him from getting up. I wouldn't be able to find my bandanna inside my bag whilst keeping one hand over Harry's mouth. However, his sock drawer was within reach. I leant over and grabbed the first thing I could feel, which turned out to be a pair of red boxer briefs. Evidently, Harry wasn't very organised. I took my hand away for less than a second before I stuffed the briefs into his mouth. By now, he was only offering up token resistance. Now that my hands were free, I could reach into my bag and pull out my black tape. There was plenty left on the roll, so I taped up his mouth. I must have wrapped it around his head at least 10 times, reducing his mphing to a whisper volume. A small section of grey waistband poked out over the Black tape.
Next, I took his wrists and placed them behind his back in a box tie position. By this point, he was cooperating fully so I didn't have to force him. I tied his wrists in that position so his arms were bent at right angles. Then I gently stood him up and tied two more ropes around his torso, one cinched just below his armpits, the other cinched just above his elbows, pinning his arms to his torso. I used a small piece of rope to connect his wrists to the ropes binding his forearms, just for added security.
"Does that feel snug enough for you?" I asked, looking Harry in the eyes.
"Mphh mphh," he nodded, his brown eyes conveying his excitement and joy.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and guided him to sit down. Then I lifted him by the ankles and swung him around so he was lying on his back across his bed. I turned him over and bent his legs fully. I tied them each so that he wouldn't be able to straighten them and then tied them together at the ankles and knees.
"And now," I began, "it's time for your punishment for sassing me."
"Mphhhh?" Harry asked.
"I'm going to tie you to your bed. You won't even be able to wriggle away! Mwa ha ha!" My supervillain persona was back.
Harry's eyes widened with interest. "Mphhhhh!" he pretended to protest.
The bed had a metal frame with vertical bars as a headboard. Perfect for my needs. I put one hand on his ankles and one on his shoulder and gently dragged him along on his stomach to the head of the bed so that his knees were touching the bars of the headboard. I tied his ankles to the bars, before taking a final rope and tying it around his torso and attaching it to the bars as well. When taut, Harry could lie relaxed on his stomach, but he was unable to move away from his current position. I stood back and let Harry wiggle about and test his bonds. All he could do was lean to the left or right, unable to roll onto his back, and he could lift his torso to get a better look at the room. He looked at me, impressed.
"Do you want to try a blindfold again?" I asked.
Harry thought for a moment, before nodding. "Mphhh mphhh."
I used the tape again, wrapping it over his eyes and around his head a few times. "And now my evil plan can begin!" I cackled.
"Mphh mphhh MPHHH!" Harry shook his head frantically. "Mphhh?" He said again as I began combing his hair with a comb I'd found on his bedside table.
"Mwa ha haaa! Soon, you'll be fit to wear my mind control helmet and be my newest evil minion! Then, you'll never sass me again! Mwa ha haaaaa!"
"MPHHHH! Mphhh mphhh!" Harry tried to scream, before laughing into his gag like a hyena.
I left him there to struggle for a bit, sitting on the end of his bed so he knew I was still there. He happily wiggled and mphed for about half an hour before I put my hand on his shoulder. It felt warm, but not too hot.
"Hey, will you be alright if I head to the toilet for two minutes?"
Harry hesitated, unsure, before nodding.
"Alright. I'll try to keep quiet when I get back so it feels like you're alone. I'll pretend I'm not here, but I promise I'll be here to keep you safe."
"Mphhh," Harry acknowledged. He tilted his head sideways so that it rested on my hand for a moment, before pulling away.
"Count to 120 in your head, and I'll be back," I reminded him. "Now, wretch, stay here and ponder your fate!"
I didn't actually leave Harry. I walked out of the room for a moment so he could hear me go before tiptoeing back and standing in the doorway. He had tensed up a bit, but he visibly relaxed after the two minutes.
"Mphhh?" he called to test me. "Mphhh, mph mph mphhh?"
I didn't answer, as I said I would.
"Mphhh?" he called again, before seeming to remember what I said and nodding to himself.
I'm here. I thought, as if trying to communicate telepathically. You're safe.
Before long, Harry was happily testing his bonds again, wiggling and mphhing as normal. 5 minutes turned into 10, then 15, then 30. He was fine. Then my phone, which I'd left on the bed, buzzed.
"Mphhh?" Harry turned his head towards the sound. When I said nothing, he turned his head into the room and tried to talk to me. "Mphhh!"
I decided to test him and didn't move.
Still believing I was there, he decided to wear me down with attrition. "MPHHHH! MPHHHH! MPHHHH! MPHHHHH! MPHHHHHH! MPHHHHHHH! MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He inhaled as much air as he could through his nose and tried again. "MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" He must've managed about 10 whole seconds, which was quite impressive.
Still, I didn't reply. I tiptoed a bit closer.
"MPHHH!" he started shaking his head and struggling against the rope. "MPHHH! MPHHH! MPHHHH! Mphhh..." He dropped his head against the bed, defeated.
I picked up my phone. "Enjoying yourself?"
Harry's head shot up. "Mphhh!" he said angrily.
"What? I said I would keep quiet. You didn't think I was gone, did you? I'm hurt that you would even entertain the notion.
"Mphhh..." Harry's tone softened.
"You're doing really well," I said kindly. "Now, are you enjoying yourself?"
Harry nodded begrudgingly. "Mphhhh," he said.
"Oh, good!" I said cheerfully, "'cause that was your mum. She's left an hour later than she meant to so she'll be late back. I was going to untie you in half an hour, but now you can stay that way for at least another hour and a half!"
"MPHHHHH!" Harry exclaimed.
"Don't worry. I'll keep you safe. Right, I'm going downstairs for a bit. See ya!" That last part was a lie, naturally.
"Mphhh? MPHHHHHH?! MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"