"You can tie my hands if you want" F/f

[Melany]

Summer 20XX, somewhere in France

The years go by and the child I was yesterday has become a woman, happy to live, to be herself and to take care of the children of those close to her, just as she was taken care of in the past. This summer, in the family home, the cries and laughter of two cousins can be heard. One is 12, the other 9. They are playing games that are constantly being renewed, where the rules are never the same and change from minute to minute - when there are rules at all. From the kitchen, where I'm preparing food, I can hear them starting a new adventure. A new story. Two new lives. I smile as I think back to my own past lives, so near and yet so far!

- I'm going to be a villain and I'm going to capture you. You'll have to defend yourself and then let me do it, because I'm stronger than you. And as you'll be my prisoner afterwards, I'm going to lock you up in my prison !

It seems that the foundations of the game have been laid. I can hear footsteps, shouts, laughter and calls. Discreetly, I climb the few steps that separate me from the garden to observe the scene unfolding before my amused and nostalgic eyes: the older of the two has grabbed the younger and tells her to lie down in the cart (a toboggan) that will be used to transport her to the prison.

I join them, smiling: "Well Léa, what are you doing lying on the slide?"

- I'm a prisoner, I've been caught and I'm going to jail.

- And why are you holding your hands up like that?

- Because she's tied up!" Lou says to me.

I look at her, a bit surprised: "Tied up? Where's the rope then?

Lou and Léa look at each other: "We're not allowed to, our parents don't want us to, they say it's dangerous to play with ropes and tie ourselves up, even if we're pretending. I know a bit about this kind of talk and it only takes me a few seconds to make up my mind: "OK, girls, your parents aren't here and I'm looking after you. If you promise not to say anything and be careful, I think I can help you."
With one voice, they both respond, "I promise!"

"So wait for me here, I'll be right back": that's what I tell them before going back to rummaging around the house where I have no trouble finding a skipping rope and some cords that have been forgotten there for a long time. I grab everything and hand it to the girls. Lou immediately exclaims, "I'm going to be able to tie her hands!" Smiling once more, I discreetly retreat to the kitchen to let them enjoy themselves, without my presence, which I know is more or less inappropriate at these games. That didn't stop me, thirty minutes later, from going back to see if everything was all right, which seemed to be the case: "Léa's hands are tied in front of her and her feet are tied just as tightly, with the cords.

The skipping rope is wrapped around her arms. In another corner, Lou is watching her prisoner with interest, returning from time to time to laugh at her, check the (relative) strength of the ties and, if necessary, gently tighten them. They both seem to be enjoying themselves and no intervention on my part seems necessary. Once again, I turned back towards the kitchen and the meal.

Time passed and suddenly I saw Lou coming through the kitchen. She tells me she's bored, she's going to the bedroom to read, she'll play again later. I immediately went upstairs to look in the garden, where I found Léa sitting cross-legged, alone. She seems bored, as free as she is, with her ties in a corner far from her. As a joke, I say to her: "Ah ah, you've escaped? You're going back to prison right now!

And she, to my great surprise, reacts immediately: "OK! And with a smile, she goes back to the corner of the garden where there are some upturned football cages, used by the girls to represent the prison. Sitting there, Léa looks at me, almost shy. I look at her too, then grab the ropes, which she obviously wanted me to do: "You can tie my hands if you like!" she says, holding out her wrists before, in one swift movement, putting them behind her back "And even behind my back, go on!"

So I take all the time in the world to first cross her hands before grabbing a string and gently winding it first horizontally and then, after a few turns, vertically. I'm careful not to tighten it too much and to tie the knot out of the reach of those inquisitive fingers that are looking but not finding. I then pass in front of her to take care of her legs, which are already tight and waiting for me. Here too, I wrap the ankles before passing the cord between them and finishing with a knot. Léa looks at me, attentive and surprised. She didn't seem to be expecting to be tied up like this, almost for real. I can see her fidgeting a bit in her bonds, trying to test their strength and resistance.

- Are you all right? It's not too tight? It's not hurting you?
- No, it's fine, it's just that you do it better than Lou, it's stronger.
- Do you think you'll be able to free yourself?
- I'll give it a go!

And leaving Lou prisoner, I didn't come back down this time. I just sat in the garden, watching her try to free herself. As much to make sure everything was fine as to remember, to remind myself. Not to forget that yesterday it was me who was playing like that! Finally, after a few minutes, Léa gave up and I went to untie her. We went back downstairs to eat, joined by Lou. I put the cords away in a corner, certain that they would soon be used again... which of course they were!

[copperfox]

The years go by and the child I was yesterday has become a woman, happy to live, to be herself and to take care of the children of those close to her, just as she was taken care of in the past. This summer, in the family home, the cries and laughter of two cousins can be heard. One is 12, the other 9. They are playing games that are constantly being renewed, where the rules are never the same and change from minute to minute - when there are rules at all. From the kitchen, where I'm preparing food, I can hear them starting a new adventure. A new story. Two new lives. I smile as I think back to my own past lives, so near and yet so far!

Wow…what a fantastic way to set the foundation for this story! The nostalgic atmosphere underpinning your writing is incredibly moving…certainly hopeful of wonderful things to come and new memories to be made, but a bit sad as you’re reminded how quickly days turn into months, and the years inevitably roll on by…

Interesting to think that you may have also created a TUG core memory for Lou and (especially) Léa…and maybe someday in the future, they’ll be the ones fondly recounting their tie-up games on this site.

Thanks again for sharing…and looking forward to hearing more stories about you and your two adventurous cousins!

[Dpsiic]

Cute story of innocent fun. I hope you have lots more. Hopefully your cousins tied you at some stage.

[tiedinbluetights]

A lovely story with a lovely poetic beginning. Thanks for sharing.

[Nainur]

Very lovely indeed. Again. Merci!

[Trickster]

That was a very enjoyable read! Thanks for sharing the story here.

[Denley]

Dziękuję za tę historię. Uwielbiam takie "przypadkowe" wiązanie, wynikające z zaistniałej sytuacji.

[Melany]

That was a very enjoyable read! Thanks for sharing the story here.

My pleasure. Thanks for this lovely feedback.

[TormentedSlave]

This is a cute and sweet story