How it all started (did I stand a chance?Pt4 FF/+m
Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 7:42 pm
Part 4
Whatever happened to practicing?
As the Summer went on, I paid many visits to Mary’s house and the First aid practice continued in a more serious vain. Most of the sessions focussed on more boring skills with none of the convoluted multi-injury scenarios. It’s good to know that the girls won first prize at the competition.
However, that did not mean my visits did not involve me in their games.
A couple of days after the mega-injury training I was back at Mary’s house. Lizzie was there but the others were doing other things.
“Hi Jonnie”
“Hi ya. Are you wanting to bandage me up again?” I said, noticing a pile of scarves on the floor.
“Well…we were thinking…” Lizzie began.
“We sort of tricked you the other day…” “… and you didn’t seem to mind.”
“So we were wondering…”
“Rather than pretend, could we just tie you up properly?”
My mind was racing, it sounded like fun, but I didn’t want to sound too enthusiastic.
“What? You want me to freely allow you to make me helpless?”
“Yeah, that’s what we are asking.”
“How do I know you’re not going to try anything nasty?”
“Because my mum will punish me if you complain to her.” Said Mary
“And I won’t be allowed back in the house.” Added Lizzie.
“And what if your mum returns and finds me?”
“Oh, she’s cool with it, as long as nobody is in danger.”
“Well I suppose so.”
“ Oh thank you! You’re such a sport” Cried Lizzie, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“Ok, sit on this chair.” Asked Mary, bringing a kitchen chair into the middle of the lounge.
First off, my wrists were crossed behind the back of the upright chair and tied with a blue scarf.
Next my ankles were secured to the legs of the chaired a long scarf was tied around my body and arms to the chair back.
“Try to struggle” said Lizzie “Do you think you can escape?”
“I’ll give it a go” I replied “ but you’re not allowed to add anything if I look like succeeding!”
“Spoil sport! But ok.”
“Let’s time him!”
“Yeah!… On your marks…Get set…Go!”
I immediately started wriggling but soon realised my legs were well and truly trapped.
So I decided to work more methodically. The girls obviously thought I was not getting out as they picked up some magazines and started to leaf through them.
Meanwhile I could feel the band around my body shifting a little and soon I had it above my elbows and getting near the top of the chair back. By leaning over to one side, then the other the surf slipped upwards and I was able to move my arms a bit.
The girls looked up to see my minor success and came round the back of me to inspect my wrist tie.
Satisfied, they returned to their magazines. But by now I was able to gain a little slack around one wrist, then with some awkward and slightly painful moves I slowly managed to pull that wrist though one loop.
This gave me more freedom and soon the girls were watching my triumph as my hands became free and I was able to complete my escape in short time.
“Boo!…that only took you 14 minutes thirty.”
“Better luck next time!” I grinned
“Oh I think I know how to improve next time.” Said Mary
“But now we had better clear these things up” …
And so my first real tie-up games began.
Whatever happened to practicing?
As the Summer went on, I paid many visits to Mary’s house and the First aid practice continued in a more serious vain. Most of the sessions focussed on more boring skills with none of the convoluted multi-injury scenarios. It’s good to know that the girls won first prize at the competition.
However, that did not mean my visits did not involve me in their games.
A couple of days after the mega-injury training I was back at Mary’s house. Lizzie was there but the others were doing other things.
“Hi Jonnie”
“Hi ya. Are you wanting to bandage me up again?” I said, noticing a pile of scarves on the floor.
“Well…we were thinking…” Lizzie began.
“We sort of tricked you the other day…” “… and you didn’t seem to mind.”
“So we were wondering…”
“Rather than pretend, could we just tie you up properly?”
My mind was racing, it sounded like fun, but I didn’t want to sound too enthusiastic.
“What? You want me to freely allow you to make me helpless?”
“Yeah, that’s what we are asking.”
“How do I know you’re not going to try anything nasty?”
“Because my mum will punish me if you complain to her.” Said Mary
“And I won’t be allowed back in the house.” Added Lizzie.
“And what if your mum returns and finds me?”
“Oh, she’s cool with it, as long as nobody is in danger.”
“Well I suppose so.”
“ Oh thank you! You’re such a sport” Cried Lizzie, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“Ok, sit on this chair.” Asked Mary, bringing a kitchen chair into the middle of the lounge.
First off, my wrists were crossed behind the back of the upright chair and tied with a blue scarf.
Next my ankles were secured to the legs of the chaired a long scarf was tied around my body and arms to the chair back.
“Try to struggle” said Lizzie “Do you think you can escape?”
“I’ll give it a go” I replied “ but you’re not allowed to add anything if I look like succeeding!”
“Spoil sport! But ok.”
“Let’s time him!”
“Yeah!… On your marks…Get set…Go!”
I immediately started wriggling but soon realised my legs were well and truly trapped.
So I decided to work more methodically. The girls obviously thought I was not getting out as they picked up some magazines and started to leaf through them.
Meanwhile I could feel the band around my body shifting a little and soon I had it above my elbows and getting near the top of the chair back. By leaning over to one side, then the other the surf slipped upwards and I was able to move my arms a bit.
The girls looked up to see my minor success and came round the back of me to inspect my wrist tie.
Satisfied, they returned to their magazines. But by now I was able to gain a little slack around one wrist, then with some awkward and slightly painful moves I slowly managed to pull that wrist though one loop.
This gave me more freedom and soon the girls were watching my triumph as my hands became free and I was able to complete my escape in short time.
“Boo!…that only took you 14 minutes thirty.”
“Better luck next time!” I grinned
“Oh I think I know how to improve next time.” Said Mary
“But now we had better clear these things up” …
And so my first real tie-up games began.