Tied up by my cousin Emma Parts I and II (f/m)
Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2019 12:29 am
Here’s one of my favorite stories of me being tied up by my cousin Emma. I hope you like it.
Recently you read my account of the first time I saw Emma tie anyone up. She tied up both of our little sisters (aged 11) and tickled them both pretty hard to torture them, then gagged and blindfolded them in a nearby tent while Emma and I used the pool. Emma was a year older than me at 14, very pretty and athletic (green eyes, long red hair) and I really looked up to her.
That night we camped out in the woods and Emma, as promised, showed me how to tie someone up AND how to escape. That night was pretty basic. She brought ropes to tie my hands in front of me and my feet at the ankles, and gave me pieces of advice (through flexing and bending my wrists and things like that) on how to escape. These were tricks she learned in magicians’ books; she was really into escapology and liked the idea of tying people up and having power over them.
While she had tickled our sisters (my sister Molly and her sister Jenny) earlier that day, she didn’t tickle me that first night. She had tickled me many times before just for fun, as she was a tickling enthusiast, and as you saw in my earlier story about “Jamie Gets Her Payback,” I am an easy target for tickle-torture because I am so ticklish EVERYWHERE. But she had never tied me up and tickled me before, the way she did our sisters, and I had asked her not to while I learned how to escape the ropes. She agreed, “At least I won’t tickle you this time,” Emma said with a smile. We practiced for a while and by the time we finally went to sleep in the tent that night, I had gotten OK at escaping.
This next story takes place about two weeks later. Emma and I were camping out in the woods by ourselves and had plans to “test out” my escape artist abilities. I had made some progress, so to speak. Emma would start with fairly easy ties with my hands in front of me and my feet bound at the ankles, and then she would make them harder and harder. She had something like five levels of tying someone up, and I had passed level three, I believe. That was when she tied my hands behind my back and tied my feet while also tying a rope around my chest to hold my arms in place. She promised that level four was hard but do-able, and level five would take some serious ninja-type abilities to escape. Again, she practiced this stuff and really had a think for tying people up. Mostly she used these skills on our younger sisters and a couple friends, but me she wanted to learn how to be what she called “an escape master.”
As I mentioned, Emma was super into gymnastics and was really good at it. While her house bordered on like 10 acres of woods, not far from there through a path was the start of the center of town, and Emma’s gymnastics studio was there. She usually walked or biked there because it was only like a 10 minute walk. And she had a key to the place because she used it so frequently.
So on this night we decided that after dark, we would walk to the studio through the woods and she would go there to practice some moves – obviously no one else was there. She would tie me up and see if I could escape from “Level Four” while she worked out, and if I could and I felt like it, she would then tie me up at Level Five just to see how I could do. I loved it – Emma was so cool and so much fun and I didn’t at all mind her tying me up.
So we set out on the path with flashlights to the gymnastics studio around 10 pm; this was nothing unusual as we’d done this quite a few times. We arrived there and we walked downstairs to the big practice gym, locking the door behind us.
We both wore hoodies and sweatpants because the summer air was getting cooler, and when we got downstairs we took them off. Emma was wearing a short-sleeved Philadelphia Eagles jersey and I was wearing a three-quarter sleeved white baseball shirt with black sleeves that went down to my mid-forearm. Emma kicked off her shoes (running sneakers) and told me to do the same. I did and she took her sweatpants off to reveal the fairly short pink shorts and dark grey athletic knee socks she had on (the kind with the green stripes on top, the same kind she had gagged and blindfolded Jenny and Molly with). I opted to leave my sweat pants on and sat on a large mat in my baseball shirt, grey sweats and white socks.
Emma had brought a backpack with her and she ran it over to the mat and sat down next to me. She opened up it up and she had a ton of white rope in there, the kind used for clotheslines. She also had a roll of grey duct tape.
“What’s that for?” I asked, smiling and suspicious.
“Oh, nothing,” Emma said with a laugh. “OK. Put your hands behind your back.”
I asked her why behind my back because I thought we had moved beyond that.
“Nope! I’m gonna tie your hands behind your back really tight, and then tie your feet, legs and arms. This will be very hard; it only gets harder from this point on.”
I agreed and put my hands behind my back and Emma knelt behind me and began to tie them. I could feel what she was doing – first tying my hands together, then running the rope vertically across them to cinch them in place, then doing all kinds of other fairly involved things with knots. I think she used two or three piece of rope to tie my hands.
“Next, your feet! Put your feet straight out in front of you!” Emma said and I did. She crouched down and tied my feet roughly the same way, and I watched closely to how she was doing it. Tighten, cinch, loop, repeat – that was the basic pattern. She then tied my legs above the knees in the same kind of way, and this took some time because the space was so tight. Finally Emma crouched behind me and took a long piece of rope and tied it around my chest and arms, basically binding my arms to my body and making it very hard to move my hands.
“That oughtta hold you!” Emma said getting to her feet. “I’ll work out while you try and escape. Remember what I told you – the only thing you need to worry about is your hands. Wriggle, flex your wrists and move your fingers. You should be able to get out of it.”
“We’ll see,” I laughed and flopped over to my side, fully bound hand and foot. I began to struggle and watched Emma move to an adjacement mat and practice some flips and tumbles on the floor.
For 5-6 minutes I struggled but then I was able to get my finger into one of the knots that bound my wrists, and I began to work it to loosen it. I did! And that made it easier to get to the next knot.
“How’re you doing Bobby?” Emma called out as she slipped off the balance beam and said, “Dammit!”
“Better tha you are!” I replied, writhing around and working my fingers on the ropes around my wrists. “I should be out soon, but you look like a beginner!” I was just taunting because it was fun.
“Shut up!” she said with a laugh. “Worry about getting untied, not about me.”
I taunted some more. “No reason I can’t do both. I’m making progress here, and it’s a bonus to be able to make fun of you and distract you!” I was laughing.
Emma hopped off the beam. “Oh really” she said, and she walked towards me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, close to having the second knot free.
“It’s time to show you why I brought the duct tape – I’m gonna gag you,” Emma said as she got the tape out of the bag and walked towards me, tearing off a big piece.
“Oh God, really? You can’t take even a little trash talk?” I asked as Emma sat me up and knelt in front of me.
“Not from someone who’s tied up!” she smiled and put the piece of duct tape over my mouth, gagging me pretty well.
“There!” Emma said, running back to the beam with a laugh. “Shut up and don’t say a word until your free!”
I grunted “Whatever” under the gag and pretty soon was able to get the second knot loose, the one that cinched the rope together between my wrists. I was basically there, I wriggled my hands and loosened the ropes, rotating them around my wrists to where I could reach the final knot. In another minute my hands were untied!
“Mmmmm!” I grunted to her, and held my now-free hands at my side as far as they would do, my arms still bound. I waved at her with my hands still close to by body and grunted again behind the gag, loud enough so she could hear.
“You did it! Awesome! Now getting totally freed shouldn’t be a problem!” Emma said, hopping down off the beam and coming to sit next to me.
I wiggled and worked my upper body to loosen the ropes and in about 2 minutes was able to pull one arm out. And then the next. My arms were now free!
“Wow, you’re good!” Emma said, and she sounded genuinely impressed,
I pulled the tape off my mouth. “Ow! Thanks!” I said laughing. “Man that hurts. Thanks for the gag, cuz!”
“My pleasure – you talk too much and deserved to be gagged!” Emma laughed. “Keep going.”
I went to work on the knots that bound my upper legs and got them undone in a few minutes. Finally I got my feet untied at the ankles. Emma’s knots were incredibly tight and detailed and it took a lot of work to get them untied. But she was right – once my hands were free it got a whole lot easier!
“Yay!” Emma said and she lunged at me to tackle/hug me. “I am so proud of you! You are almost a master!”
“Yep,” I said sitting up as Emma sat down again. “One more step go, right?”
“You got it! We have time and I have some work to do on the vault and more on the beam. Want to try now?” Emma asked, looking at me with those big green eyes.
“Sure! Why not! I’m ready!” I said excitedly.
“Great! This one will have a time limit – 20 minutes. And if you get free then back in the tent you can try tying ME up, OK?” she asked.
I told her that sounded great.
“OK. For this one I need to tie you TO something,…” Emma said, scanning the room before her eyes locked across the room in the corner and she said, “Perfect! The parallel bars! Come with me.”
We walked to the parallel bars, which we bolted to the floor and about 5 feet off the ground. There were mats below them to protect gymnasts from falls. Emma had me sit down under one of the bars and she walked over with the ropes and my sweatshirt before sitting down in front of me.
Emma held out my sweatshirt and said, “Don’t get nervous, but for this level to work the best you shouldn’t see what I am doing. So put this over your head, OK?”
I agreed and put the sweatshirt over my head so I couldn’t see anything.
I felt Emma going to work tying my feet and legs just like before. She seemed to be adding more ropes this time to make it even harder. Then she told me to put my hands in front of me.
“Really? Not behind my back?” I asked, unable to see.
“No. You’ll see why,” Emma said, so I did. I felt her doing her thing with the ropes and this one took a lot longer. It was really tight and there seemed to be a lot more rope used. After a while she stopped.
“Not done yet. Just hold on, okay?” she asked and I heard her getting up.
“No problem,” I chuckled under the hoodie and I sat there, my hands bound pretty tightly in front of me.
Emma then had me move a few feet away and I shuffled along the mat and did. It felt like she was still standing up.
“OK. This is going to feel strange, but stay seated and trust me,” Emma said. I said okay.
That’s when I felt my bound hands being lifted over my head, way over my head until they were practically straight up in the air.
“Hang on – don’t move,” Emma said, standing over me and I could feel what felt like my hands being tied to the parallel bar. This was going to be tough!
With my hands stretched over my head as high as they would go, Emma told me to wait a little longer and I felt her working again on my feet, which were stretched out in front of me.
Finally, she pulled the sweatshirt off my head and said, “OK! Done!”
My feet were tied to one of the vertical posts that held the parallel bars with a piece of rope running from my ankles to the post, about two feet away, ensuring I couldn’t really get up. My hands we tied over my head as far as they would go and bound to one of the parallel bars – I was lined up even with the bar, facing the post where my feet were tied. I was basically tied up in an L position.
“If you can get out of this, you REALLY are the master!” Emma said. “There’s no way your feet are going anywhere – you’re gonna really have you use your fingers on those knots if you want to get free. Got it?”
“Yep,” I said, squirming a little but barely able to move. “You think YOU could get out of this? Really?”
“I did! Shannon (a friend of hers) tied me up like this and I was able to get out in 15 minutes. She couldn’t believe it! I’m giving you 20. It’s stretch but maybe you can do it,” Emma said, smiling.
“Okay,” I sighed, with no clue how I was going to do this. “You do your thing working out and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Groovy! Emma laughed and pranced off to the balance beam again. “And remember! No talking or I’ll gag you!”
“Groovy,” I muttered, laughing to myself. Hands tied over my head, feet tied to a pole in front of me, unable to move. How was I going to get out of this?
The short answer is I couldn’t, not at all. I tried and tried and tried to get to the knots that bound my hands but I just couldn’t get them free, it was too tight. The ropes were soft so this didn’t hurt, but I was pretty helpless. It didn’t take long but the 20 minutes were up and Emma came bounding over, a little sweaty but revved up after her workout.
“How we doing?” she asked excitedly. “Not too good!”
“Nope. I didn’t make it. This is impossible!”
“It’s really hard, yes. But you’ll get there. We’ll keep practicing. If you can get out of this you and get out of anything,” Emma said with smile, patting my leg and then running across the gym to get her sweatpants.
“What do we do now? Are we going back?” I asked, wriggling a little but not going anywhere.
Emma sat down and put her sweatpants on but didn’t put her shoes back on. She sat in her socks with the soles of her feel pressed together, stretching a little.
“Not yet,” Emma said. “Try a little more. Maybe I can help.”
“How can you help?”
“Do you want help or not?” Emma asked.
“Sure I do. How?” I said.
Emma got to her feet and then crouched behind me. “By motivating you,” she said giggling.
“What does that mean” I asked, trying to look back at her.
“It means THIS,” Emma said with a sharp tone, and started to seriously tickle my ribs from behind.
‘OH GOD NO!” I screamed. “EMMA NO!”
“I’ll tickle you until you get free! It gives you a good incentive to get loose!” Emma said while laughing and tickling my ribs and armpits really hard, making me laugh and scream. “The sooner you escape the sooner I stop tickling you!”
“NO. PLEASE. NO!!!!!” I screamed and thrashed around but couldn’t move. “EMMA PLEASE STOP!!!”
“You’re more ticklish than Molly and Jenny combined, you know that?” Emma teased, now moving in front of me and wiggling her fingers into my stomach and sides from the front.
“STOP! STOP!” I begged!
“NO!” Emma shouted and laughed. “I’m gonna tickle torture you until you get away from me. YOU have the power to make this stop!”
This went on for about five minutes and I just screamed and laughed and begged and couldn’t get loose. I was starting to panic that this would never end.
“Welcome to level five, cousin!” Emma giggled, tickling my upper legs and stomach and ribs from every angle. “Where the ropes come with tickle torture for those who can’t do it!”
“GOD! SOMEONE HELP M…” I screamed but Emma put her hand over my mouth and came behind me.
“You be quiet!” Emma whispered in my ear and briefly stopped tickling me. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop tickling you in five minutes if you don’t say a word! You can scream and laugh, but no talking. Do we have a deal?”
I nodded, panting with Emma’s hand over my mouth.
“Good! The tickle torture will now resume!” Emma said in a really evil way and started her torturing fingers all up and down my defenseless upper body.
“AHHHH!!!! AHHHHHH!” was all I could scream because I wasn’t allowed to speak.
Emma just giggled and kept on with the tickle torture all over my upper body. She was tickled me hard, really digging her fingers into my ribs and armpits.
“This is what level five brings, Bobby! You get tortured until I think you have earned your freedom!” Emma teased while the brutal tickling continued.
Finally she said, “OK, time’s up. You’ve had enough tickle torture,” and she wrapped her feet around me from behind and kind of hugged me, and then put her hand over my mouth again. “Calm down. You’ll be ok.”
I just panted and giggled into her hand almost uncontrollably. This was pure torture.
“I’ll take my hand off your mouth when you calm down, and then I’ll untie you from the bar and we’ll get out of here, OK?” Emma said behind me, her hand keeping me quiet. “I won’t tickle you anymore while we’re here, I promise.”
I nodded and about a minute later I was still nervous and jumpy but I had calmed down. Emma took her hand off my mouth and started to untie my hands from the bar.
“Emma, you are a total sadist! That was so cruel!” I said, my hands now free from the bar but still tied as Emma worked on my legs and feet.
“It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish” Emma laughed. “You make it so much fun to tickle torture you!”
Emma got my feet totally untied and I flopped down on the mat, exhausted. She went across the gym to get her shoes, my shoes and her sweatshirt. She came up, sat down, put her shoes on and then put MY shoes on for me. She put her sweatshirt on, piled the rope back into her backpack and said, “OK. Let’s go!”
“Um,” I said, holding up my bound hands. “What about this?”
“No way! You’re still my prisoner,” Emma said with the grin. “In fact…”
Emma pulled out a piece of rope and looped it around my arms as I still sat on the mat. I wriggled away quickly and said, “No! You can’t do that!”
“I’m going to tie your arms and walk you back to the end like this. If you resist me I’ll start tickling you again!” Emma said as she came behind and she crept her fingers up under my armpits.
“No don’t! Please don’t tickle me!” I begged.
“Then don’t move!” Emma said sweetly and she tied the rope around my arms and chest. She then put the sweatshirt over my head and put it on me, the arm holes empty.
“OK. Back to camp. Let’s go!” Emma said. “You failed level five, and that means I have more work to do with you!”
I sighed, still wiped out from the tickling, and got up and walked with her towards the door, Emma’s hands clutching my sweatshirt so I couldn’t get away. She was laughing and I kinda was too.
We got upstairs, turned the lights out, locked up and walked back towards the path, Emma’s flashlight lighting the way. My hands and arms were still bound and we walked back to the tent, as I wondered what Emma had in store for me.
To be continued. Part 1 was long I know, I will write more later.
Bobep
Recently you read my account of the first time I saw Emma tie anyone up. She tied up both of our little sisters (aged 11) and tickled them both pretty hard to torture them, then gagged and blindfolded them in a nearby tent while Emma and I used the pool. Emma was a year older than me at 14, very pretty and athletic (green eyes, long red hair) and I really looked up to her.
That night we camped out in the woods and Emma, as promised, showed me how to tie someone up AND how to escape. That night was pretty basic. She brought ropes to tie my hands in front of me and my feet at the ankles, and gave me pieces of advice (through flexing and bending my wrists and things like that) on how to escape. These were tricks she learned in magicians’ books; she was really into escapology and liked the idea of tying people up and having power over them.
While she had tickled our sisters (my sister Molly and her sister Jenny) earlier that day, she didn’t tickle me that first night. She had tickled me many times before just for fun, as she was a tickling enthusiast, and as you saw in my earlier story about “Jamie Gets Her Payback,” I am an easy target for tickle-torture because I am so ticklish EVERYWHERE. But she had never tied me up and tickled me before, the way she did our sisters, and I had asked her not to while I learned how to escape the ropes. She agreed, “At least I won’t tickle you this time,” Emma said with a smile. We practiced for a while and by the time we finally went to sleep in the tent that night, I had gotten OK at escaping.
This next story takes place about two weeks later. Emma and I were camping out in the woods by ourselves and had plans to “test out” my escape artist abilities. I had made some progress, so to speak. Emma would start with fairly easy ties with my hands in front of me and my feet bound at the ankles, and then she would make them harder and harder. She had something like five levels of tying someone up, and I had passed level three, I believe. That was when she tied my hands behind my back and tied my feet while also tying a rope around my chest to hold my arms in place. She promised that level four was hard but do-able, and level five would take some serious ninja-type abilities to escape. Again, she practiced this stuff and really had a think for tying people up. Mostly she used these skills on our younger sisters and a couple friends, but me she wanted to learn how to be what she called “an escape master.”
As I mentioned, Emma was super into gymnastics and was really good at it. While her house bordered on like 10 acres of woods, not far from there through a path was the start of the center of town, and Emma’s gymnastics studio was there. She usually walked or biked there because it was only like a 10 minute walk. And she had a key to the place because she used it so frequently.
So on this night we decided that after dark, we would walk to the studio through the woods and she would go there to practice some moves – obviously no one else was there. She would tie me up and see if I could escape from “Level Four” while she worked out, and if I could and I felt like it, she would then tie me up at Level Five just to see how I could do. I loved it – Emma was so cool and so much fun and I didn’t at all mind her tying me up.
So we set out on the path with flashlights to the gymnastics studio around 10 pm; this was nothing unusual as we’d done this quite a few times. We arrived there and we walked downstairs to the big practice gym, locking the door behind us.
We both wore hoodies and sweatpants because the summer air was getting cooler, and when we got downstairs we took them off. Emma was wearing a short-sleeved Philadelphia Eagles jersey and I was wearing a three-quarter sleeved white baseball shirt with black sleeves that went down to my mid-forearm. Emma kicked off her shoes (running sneakers) and told me to do the same. I did and she took her sweatpants off to reveal the fairly short pink shorts and dark grey athletic knee socks she had on (the kind with the green stripes on top, the same kind she had gagged and blindfolded Jenny and Molly with). I opted to leave my sweat pants on and sat on a large mat in my baseball shirt, grey sweats and white socks.
Emma had brought a backpack with her and she ran it over to the mat and sat down next to me. She opened up it up and she had a ton of white rope in there, the kind used for clotheslines. She also had a roll of grey duct tape.
“What’s that for?” I asked, smiling and suspicious.
“Oh, nothing,” Emma said with a laugh. “OK. Put your hands behind your back.”
I asked her why behind my back because I thought we had moved beyond that.
“Nope! I’m gonna tie your hands behind your back really tight, and then tie your feet, legs and arms. This will be very hard; it only gets harder from this point on.”
I agreed and put my hands behind my back and Emma knelt behind me and began to tie them. I could feel what she was doing – first tying my hands together, then running the rope vertically across them to cinch them in place, then doing all kinds of other fairly involved things with knots. I think she used two or three piece of rope to tie my hands.
“Next, your feet! Put your feet straight out in front of you!” Emma said and I did. She crouched down and tied my feet roughly the same way, and I watched closely to how she was doing it. Tighten, cinch, loop, repeat – that was the basic pattern. She then tied my legs above the knees in the same kind of way, and this took some time because the space was so tight. Finally Emma crouched behind me and took a long piece of rope and tied it around my chest and arms, basically binding my arms to my body and making it very hard to move my hands.
“That oughtta hold you!” Emma said getting to her feet. “I’ll work out while you try and escape. Remember what I told you – the only thing you need to worry about is your hands. Wriggle, flex your wrists and move your fingers. You should be able to get out of it.”
“We’ll see,” I laughed and flopped over to my side, fully bound hand and foot. I began to struggle and watched Emma move to an adjacement mat and practice some flips and tumbles on the floor.
For 5-6 minutes I struggled but then I was able to get my finger into one of the knots that bound my wrists, and I began to work it to loosen it. I did! And that made it easier to get to the next knot.
“How’re you doing Bobby?” Emma called out as she slipped off the balance beam and said, “Dammit!”
“Better tha you are!” I replied, writhing around and working my fingers on the ropes around my wrists. “I should be out soon, but you look like a beginner!” I was just taunting because it was fun.
“Shut up!” she said with a laugh. “Worry about getting untied, not about me.”
I taunted some more. “No reason I can’t do both. I’m making progress here, and it’s a bonus to be able to make fun of you and distract you!” I was laughing.
Emma hopped off the beam. “Oh really” she said, and she walked towards me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, close to having the second knot free.
“It’s time to show you why I brought the duct tape – I’m gonna gag you,” Emma said as she got the tape out of the bag and walked towards me, tearing off a big piece.
“Oh God, really? You can’t take even a little trash talk?” I asked as Emma sat me up and knelt in front of me.
“Not from someone who’s tied up!” she smiled and put the piece of duct tape over my mouth, gagging me pretty well.
“There!” Emma said, running back to the beam with a laugh. “Shut up and don’t say a word until your free!”
I grunted “Whatever” under the gag and pretty soon was able to get the second knot loose, the one that cinched the rope together between my wrists. I was basically there, I wriggled my hands and loosened the ropes, rotating them around my wrists to where I could reach the final knot. In another minute my hands were untied!
“Mmmmm!” I grunted to her, and held my now-free hands at my side as far as they would do, my arms still bound. I waved at her with my hands still close to by body and grunted again behind the gag, loud enough so she could hear.
“You did it! Awesome! Now getting totally freed shouldn’t be a problem!” Emma said, hopping down off the beam and coming to sit next to me.
I wiggled and worked my upper body to loosen the ropes and in about 2 minutes was able to pull one arm out. And then the next. My arms were now free!
“Wow, you’re good!” Emma said, and she sounded genuinely impressed,
I pulled the tape off my mouth. “Ow! Thanks!” I said laughing. “Man that hurts. Thanks for the gag, cuz!”
“My pleasure – you talk too much and deserved to be gagged!” Emma laughed. “Keep going.”
I went to work on the knots that bound my upper legs and got them undone in a few minutes. Finally I got my feet untied at the ankles. Emma’s knots were incredibly tight and detailed and it took a lot of work to get them untied. But she was right – once my hands were free it got a whole lot easier!
“Yay!” Emma said and she lunged at me to tackle/hug me. “I am so proud of you! You are almost a master!”
“Yep,” I said sitting up as Emma sat down again. “One more step go, right?”
“You got it! We have time and I have some work to do on the vault and more on the beam. Want to try now?” Emma asked, looking at me with those big green eyes.
“Sure! Why not! I’m ready!” I said excitedly.
“Great! This one will have a time limit – 20 minutes. And if you get free then back in the tent you can try tying ME up, OK?” she asked.
I told her that sounded great.
“OK. For this one I need to tie you TO something,…” Emma said, scanning the room before her eyes locked across the room in the corner and she said, “Perfect! The parallel bars! Come with me.”
We walked to the parallel bars, which we bolted to the floor and about 5 feet off the ground. There were mats below them to protect gymnasts from falls. Emma had me sit down under one of the bars and she walked over with the ropes and my sweatshirt before sitting down in front of me.
Emma held out my sweatshirt and said, “Don’t get nervous, but for this level to work the best you shouldn’t see what I am doing. So put this over your head, OK?”
I agreed and put the sweatshirt over my head so I couldn’t see anything.
I felt Emma going to work tying my feet and legs just like before. She seemed to be adding more ropes this time to make it even harder. Then she told me to put my hands in front of me.
“Really? Not behind my back?” I asked, unable to see.
“No. You’ll see why,” Emma said, so I did. I felt her doing her thing with the ropes and this one took a lot longer. It was really tight and there seemed to be a lot more rope used. After a while she stopped.
“Not done yet. Just hold on, okay?” she asked and I heard her getting up.
“No problem,” I chuckled under the hoodie and I sat there, my hands bound pretty tightly in front of me.
Emma then had me move a few feet away and I shuffled along the mat and did. It felt like she was still standing up.
“OK. This is going to feel strange, but stay seated and trust me,” Emma said. I said okay.
That’s when I felt my bound hands being lifted over my head, way over my head until they were practically straight up in the air.
“Hang on – don’t move,” Emma said, standing over me and I could feel what felt like my hands being tied to the parallel bar. This was going to be tough!
With my hands stretched over my head as high as they would go, Emma told me to wait a little longer and I felt her working again on my feet, which were stretched out in front of me.
Finally, she pulled the sweatshirt off my head and said, “OK! Done!”
My feet were tied to one of the vertical posts that held the parallel bars with a piece of rope running from my ankles to the post, about two feet away, ensuring I couldn’t really get up. My hands we tied over my head as far as they would go and bound to one of the parallel bars – I was lined up even with the bar, facing the post where my feet were tied. I was basically tied up in an L position.
“If you can get out of this, you REALLY are the master!” Emma said. “There’s no way your feet are going anywhere – you’re gonna really have you use your fingers on those knots if you want to get free. Got it?”
“Yep,” I said, squirming a little but barely able to move. “You think YOU could get out of this? Really?”
“I did! Shannon (a friend of hers) tied me up like this and I was able to get out in 15 minutes. She couldn’t believe it! I’m giving you 20. It’s stretch but maybe you can do it,” Emma said, smiling.
“Okay,” I sighed, with no clue how I was going to do this. “You do your thing working out and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Groovy! Emma laughed and pranced off to the balance beam again. “And remember! No talking or I’ll gag you!”
“Groovy,” I muttered, laughing to myself. Hands tied over my head, feet tied to a pole in front of me, unable to move. How was I going to get out of this?
The short answer is I couldn’t, not at all. I tried and tried and tried to get to the knots that bound my hands but I just couldn’t get them free, it was too tight. The ropes were soft so this didn’t hurt, but I was pretty helpless. It didn’t take long but the 20 minutes were up and Emma came bounding over, a little sweaty but revved up after her workout.
“How we doing?” she asked excitedly. “Not too good!”
“Nope. I didn’t make it. This is impossible!”
“It’s really hard, yes. But you’ll get there. We’ll keep practicing. If you can get out of this you and get out of anything,” Emma said with smile, patting my leg and then running across the gym to get her sweatpants.
“What do we do now? Are we going back?” I asked, wriggling a little but not going anywhere.
Emma sat down and put her sweatpants on but didn’t put her shoes back on. She sat in her socks with the soles of her feel pressed together, stretching a little.
“Not yet,” Emma said. “Try a little more. Maybe I can help.”
“How can you help?”
“Do you want help or not?” Emma asked.
“Sure I do. How?” I said.
Emma got to her feet and then crouched behind me. “By motivating you,” she said giggling.
“What does that mean” I asked, trying to look back at her.
“It means THIS,” Emma said with a sharp tone, and started to seriously tickle my ribs from behind.
‘OH GOD NO!” I screamed. “EMMA NO!”
“I’ll tickle you until you get free! It gives you a good incentive to get loose!” Emma said while laughing and tickling my ribs and armpits really hard, making me laugh and scream. “The sooner you escape the sooner I stop tickling you!”
“NO. PLEASE. NO!!!!!” I screamed and thrashed around but couldn’t move. “EMMA PLEASE STOP!!!”
“You’re more ticklish than Molly and Jenny combined, you know that?” Emma teased, now moving in front of me and wiggling her fingers into my stomach and sides from the front.
“STOP! STOP!” I begged!
“NO!” Emma shouted and laughed. “I’m gonna tickle torture you until you get away from me. YOU have the power to make this stop!”
This went on for about five minutes and I just screamed and laughed and begged and couldn’t get loose. I was starting to panic that this would never end.
“Welcome to level five, cousin!” Emma giggled, tickling my upper legs and stomach and ribs from every angle. “Where the ropes come with tickle torture for those who can’t do it!”
“GOD! SOMEONE HELP M…” I screamed but Emma put her hand over my mouth and came behind me.
“You be quiet!” Emma whispered in my ear and briefly stopped tickling me. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop tickling you in five minutes if you don’t say a word! You can scream and laugh, but no talking. Do we have a deal?”
I nodded, panting with Emma’s hand over my mouth.
“Good! The tickle torture will now resume!” Emma said in a really evil way and started her torturing fingers all up and down my defenseless upper body.
“AHHHH!!!! AHHHHHH!” was all I could scream because I wasn’t allowed to speak.
Emma just giggled and kept on with the tickle torture all over my upper body. She was tickled me hard, really digging her fingers into my ribs and armpits.
“This is what level five brings, Bobby! You get tortured until I think you have earned your freedom!” Emma teased while the brutal tickling continued.
Finally she said, “OK, time’s up. You’ve had enough tickle torture,” and she wrapped her feet around me from behind and kind of hugged me, and then put her hand over my mouth again. “Calm down. You’ll be ok.”
I just panted and giggled into her hand almost uncontrollably. This was pure torture.
“I’ll take my hand off your mouth when you calm down, and then I’ll untie you from the bar and we’ll get out of here, OK?” Emma said behind me, her hand keeping me quiet. “I won’t tickle you anymore while we’re here, I promise.”
I nodded and about a minute later I was still nervous and jumpy but I had calmed down. Emma took her hand off my mouth and started to untie my hands from the bar.
“Emma, you are a total sadist! That was so cruel!” I said, my hands now free from the bar but still tied as Emma worked on my legs and feet.
“It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish” Emma laughed. “You make it so much fun to tickle torture you!”
Emma got my feet totally untied and I flopped down on the mat, exhausted. She went across the gym to get her shoes, my shoes and her sweatshirt. She came up, sat down, put her shoes on and then put MY shoes on for me. She put her sweatshirt on, piled the rope back into her backpack and said, “OK. Let’s go!”
“Um,” I said, holding up my bound hands. “What about this?”
“No way! You’re still my prisoner,” Emma said with the grin. “In fact…”
Emma pulled out a piece of rope and looped it around my arms as I still sat on the mat. I wriggled away quickly and said, “No! You can’t do that!”
“I’m going to tie your arms and walk you back to the end like this. If you resist me I’ll start tickling you again!” Emma said as she came behind and she crept her fingers up under my armpits.
“No don’t! Please don’t tickle me!” I begged.
“Then don’t move!” Emma said sweetly and she tied the rope around my arms and chest. She then put the sweatshirt over my head and put it on me, the arm holes empty.
“OK. Back to camp. Let’s go!” Emma said. “You failed level five, and that means I have more work to do with you!”
I sighed, still wiped out from the tickling, and got up and walked with her towards the door, Emma’s hands clutching my sweatshirt so I couldn’t get away. She was laughing and I kinda was too.
We got upstairs, turned the lights out, locked up and walked back towards the path, Emma’s flashlight lighting the way. My hands and arms were still bound and we walked back to the tent, as I wondered what Emma had in store for me.
To be continued. Part 1 was long I know, I will write more later.
Bobep