"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

[Lady of the Dark]

This is a very nice story indeed. It even brings me back to memory lane.

Kind regards,
The Lady

[.vanessa]

Thank you for sharing this story. I also write sporadically, but when I come to this forum I always find interesting testimonies. Our passion is timeless and resists time, as children as well as adults we always have strong emotions when reading or remembering certain adventures.
In fact, your story took me back in time to about 40 years ago, when as a child I loved feeling the ropes wrapping around my wrists and ankles. On two or maybe three occasions, as a young girl, I was tied up seriously but for fun, then all the other times I had to settle for what today we call self bondage.
The first time I remember that my mother and grandmother had taken me to the tailor to have a new coat sewn, I had thrown a few tantrums because I didn't want to have my measurements taken and the tailor suddenly said to me: "If you don't stop I'll tie your hands".
Mom and grandma laughed as I kept moving, preventing her from taking my measurements, so for a moment I found myself with my wrists tied in front of me with a rather thick rope.
She left me like that for a few minutes and then untied me.

On another occasion I remember being tied up by my grandmother with the rope used to wrap gift packages.
One afternoon at her house, after lunch, I was playing with this rope and trying to convince grandma to let me tie her up.
She didn't want to be tied up so she took my hands and tied them together so that I couldn't move anymore.
She left me sitting on the couch for a while to watch TV.
After she finished washing the dishes, she freed me, giving me my revenge: finally she let me tie her up but my knots weren't as strong as hers and she always managed to untie herself.
I asked her to explain to me how to make tight knots and she tied me up again, this time wrists and ankles.
At that moment the phone rings, grandma answers and I remain tied hand and foot on the sofa.

At the end of the phone call I am untied but grandma no longer has time to play and so I have no choice but to practice alone.

I remember with melancholy an episode from when I was, I think, 13 years old, which happened on a Sunday in autumn.
I was in my grandparents' country house where I was playing with a friend who was a few years older than me.
In front of my grandparents' house there was a construction site of a house under construction that for unknown reasons had been abandoned for some time.
It was the ideal place to go and play as a kid.
One afternoon I went to the construction site alone to play kidnapped damsel.
I often played this game alone, spending endless afternoons tied up and gagged.
Hidden in a crevice of the construction site I pretended to have been kidnapped:
sitting on the floor I had tied my ankles and then put a gag on.
Finally I tied my hands behind my back, knowing full well that I could free myself whenever I wanted.
After a few hours of playing, I hear footsteps approaching and the voice of my friend calling me.
I shiver and immediately free my hands and take off the gag.
Unfortunately the rope that ties my ankles is too tight and I can't free myself in time.
So he arrives and finds me with my legs tied.
He laughs and I laugh, so I explain the game to him.
He offers to help me free myself and while he tries to untie the knots, he lingers a long time on my legs left uncovered by the tennis skirt I was wearing.

Once free I take the ropes and we move towards the exit of the construction site. I explain to him the game I was playing while he smiles embarrassed.
So I take courage and hand him the ropes asking if he wants to tie me, he smiles and tells me he can't.
I insist "give me ties", but he has no reaction.
I was disappointed, so we went out and headed home to play other games.

A friend of mine would then oblige me a few years later.
When I was 16, we went to celebrate a friend's eighteenth birthday.
That afternoon, I was alone at home and I played at tying myself up.
In the evening, there were still marks from the ropes on my legs.
The dark tights hadn't been enough to hide the marks from the ties, which a friend of mine had immediately noticed.
I didn't know what excuse to make up, so I had to confess my game, causing the group to laugh.
After dinner, we went to a pub for a drink, and around 12pm it was time to go back.
My friends, all of whom were adults, wanted to go to a place where I couldn't go, so I asked to be taken home.
They looked at each other smiling and continued towards the place a few dozen miles from our village.
Once I parked the car, I asked how I would get in and one of them replied: "we'll take care of you, don't worry".
After opening the trunk, she went back to the car in the back seat where I was sitting with another friend.
I found myself in the middle of the two: unexpectedly one grabbed me from behind, gagging me, while the second tied my wrists together.
After tying my wrists, she tied them to my thighs, joining my wrists and thighs with many turns of rope.
I tried to scream but to no avail.
I was placed in the back seat while I kicked against the front seats.
Then they tied my ankles together.
My ankles were then tied to my thighs to keep me completely still.
I spent the next few hours tied and gagged in the car, while every now and then one of them came to check on me.
I was only freed outside my house.
I remember with sweetness that evening where I had unknowingly realized part of a dream of my adolescence.
My parents scolded me for arriving home very late, but I didn't care because the emotion I felt was priceless.
For a long time I was denied permission to go out and all those nights I would have helped the kidnapped damsel in my room.

[Dpsiic]

@.vanessa Great stories thanks for posting