Xtc wrote: ↑3 years ago
I dread to think about those "fleasy" pyjamas; must be a bit itchy!
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Sorry!
I think that might have been a misspelling. I've corrected the post to say fleecy, which is what I had in mind originally. After all that struggling, they'd still probably be quite itchy though.
I've also edited the last entry to say duct tape instead of electrical tape. Duct tape just made more sense in that context.
Thanks, all, for the kind comments from my last post. I would prefer to post a little less frequently, but this was already half written so I thought I'd finish it. It's quite long but I couldn't really see a natural place to split it. Oh well, I start work again tomorrow so consider it a last hurrah before more is demanded of my time. Here's part 4:
Part 4 - I tie up Harry again:
[Edit: I cannot indent the start of the speech and the grammar Nazi inside me (or should it be the grammar Nazi that is me) is going crazy. Please bear with.]
Some time later, we were back at Harry's house, eating the pizza and watching cartoons. Harry was wearing blue shorts and a white T-shirt, having taken his shoes and socks off once we got in. He had cheered up considerably on the way back and was chatting happily like he always did. His latest habit was to point out all the flaws and inconsistencies in cartoons. He was right most of the time but it did take the fun out of it. I waited for the pizza to go down before raising the subject.
"So," I began, "it was your 11th birthday yesterday?"
"Yep," Harry replied cheerfully, "11 years of glory." He spread his arms wide as if to take in applause.
"I don't have a present for you, but I could give you a better treat than your swimming team. Wrap you up - properly this time - if you want."
"Ha! I win!" Harry cheered.
"You win?"
"Yep, I bet myself that you'd ask me if I waited long enough."
"So?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah, sure. It can be my birthday present," he said with the excitement rising in his voice. "You're way more fun"
"Ok, then," I said, opening my bag and taking out some rope, "this is what I have in mind."
Like last time, I shared my plans with Harry and we agreed how it would go. We opted to stay in the living room for the tie up today, mostly because I didn't want to have to carry Harry again. I made sure the blinds were closed so we couldn't be seen from outside and set to work. I wanted this tie up to be similar to the previous one so it would be familiar but different enough that Harry wouldn't get bored.
I started by tying his wrists together in front of him. Then, I took the black duct tape from my bag and used it to blindfold him by wrapping it around his head a couple of times, ensuring it was secured against his face. I took his bound wrists and lifted them so his arms bent with his hands against his chest. I tied another rope around his chest to secure his hands against it, cinching it under his armpits. I then took another rope and, tying it to his wrists, looped it over his shoulders and tied it to the rope I'd just tied around him, knotting them together between his shoulder blades, preventing him from moving his hands away from their position. I put my hands on both of his shoulders and guided him to lie down across the sofa.
Next, I set to work on his legs. I tied them together at the ankle, above and below the knees and at the thighs. After that, I took another rope and tied it to the rope connecting his wrists to the rope just above his knees, forcing him into a half sitting position. Finally, I took on last rope and tied it to the back of the rope around his ankles, connecting it to the rope tying his thighs, pulling his legs so that his knees were bent at a right angle and preventing him from straightening them. I was just balling up my bandanna to stuff in his mouth when I noticed that he was breathing quite heavily.
"Hey, " I said calmly, "What is it?"
"N-nothing!" Harry said. There was the faintest hint of panic rising in his voice.
I carefully guided him into a sitting position so that his back was resting against the arm of the sofa. Then I perched next to him and held him gently with both arms. "It is something," I said firmly. "What is it? Do you want me to untie you?"
"No!" Harry said quickly. "I like how you do it. I really do. I just feel a bit... uneasy after what happened earlier."
"Thank you for saying so," I said reassuringly. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I don't know. I just want to feel safe again."
"It might be the blindfold. It can heighten that feeling of vulnerability when you can't see what's coming next." I pasued for a moment, before adding, "Or if there's something else bothering you."
"Yeah, maybe," Harry said.
"Let me take it off," I replied. "Just relax and focus on getting your breathing under control. Don't say anything yet."
I let go of the boy and carefully removed the tape from his face. He blinked a few times as he adjusted to the light in the room, but then he opted to keep his eyes closed. I stood up to give him some space, but he spoke softly.
"Don't go, please." He was concentrating very hard on keeping his emotions in
"Don't you want some water or something?" I asked.
"In a minute," Harry replied. "I don't want to be left alone yet."
"Alright." I said.
I sat back down on the sofa next to Harry. I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I just sat there. I didn't notice at first but he was leaning against my arm. I could feel his breathing. It felt like he was trying to hold his breath.
"Harry," I began, thinking carefully about how to phrase this, "it's not healthy to keep your emotions in like that. You can trust me. What is it?"
Harry opened his eyes and looked straight into mine. There was an intensity to his face that I'd never seen from him before. His eyes were filled with tears. "How could they all do that to me?" He said, his voice cracking slightly.
"I'm sorry it happened," I said, helpless to say much else.
"I trusted them and they left me in a cold changing room - still wet. If coach had found me, he'd have told my mum and then she'd have pulled me out of the team, just like she pulled me out of my last school."
"You're angry with her too," I said.
"Work always comes first with her!" Harry seemed to have forgotten where he was for a moment, he thrashed his arms as if to make some kind of big gesture, but of course all we could really do was wiggle his torso. "If I have a problem, she always pulls me out of it because that's easier than taking the time to deal with it. And now! It's my birthday weekend and she's gone off to work! Just once, it would be nice if she could push back work for me, instead of pushing back the time with me!" He had been slowly rising as he said this. He let himself collapse back onto the arm of the sofa in a huff.
"Feel better?" I asked. "That was like a balloon losing all its air."
"Yeah," he said, sounding a bit surprised, "it's a good job you tied me up or I might have smashed something."
"You said that your mum finds it easier to take you away from problems than help you solve them?" I asked.
"Yeah," Harry said glumly.
"How would you solve this problem with your teammates?"
"Dunno," he said frankly, "tie 'em up in their tight swimming trunks, put tape on their nipples, tickle them until they nearly wet themselves, pour cold water all over them and leave them somewhere for a stranger to find them. Then they'd know how helpless I felt in that changing room."
"Revenge?" I asked. "Not the best plan."
"No," Harry admitted, "but it would feel good."
"For a bit," I added. "Maybe the better option would be to lead by example."
"What do you mean?" he was intrigued.
"How about you just tie up the ringleader?" I suggested. "You could show him that you could do all those things to him but not do them. You'd be showing him that it's about feeling safe and being able to trust the person tying you up. Maybe he'd even enjoy it."
"Hey, I like that idea. You'd have to teach me how to tie him up, though."
"Easy enough," I replied.
"I like how you do it," Harry continued. "It's like being trapped in a massive hug." He seemed to be more cheerful now.
"It can be very snug," I said. I hadn't really thought of it that way before.
"Hey, hurry up with that water you were getting me," he said. He had this uncanny ability to look completely serious without actually being serious, and for a moment his face resembled that of an entitled rich person. He could only hold it for a moment, before cracking a smile. "Please," he added.
"Well, someone's clearly feeling better," I said. "I'll get you the water, but only because I like you, not because you asked like that. After that, the bandanna's going in your mouth before you get any other funny ideas about bossing me about. You can watch a DVD until bed.
Harry looked at me like I'd just promised him the throne to Narnia. He decided to push his luck to speed up the gagging process. "Chop chop. You'll have to give me a straw since my hands are out of use." He wiggled his torso again to emphasise the point. "Oh, and can we watch Avatar? Aang gets tied up a lot in that."
"Excellent choice, sir," I replied, bowing my head politely. I knew he was just messing around, but I was going to enjoy gagging him this time.
I got him the water and held it for him whilst he drank through the straw. As I was putting the glass back in the kitchen, a devilish thought occurred to me. I went back to the door and found the socks Harry had discarded when he first got in. They'd already been in his mouth once already today, and he was really asking for it with his attitude just now. I could always back off if he reacted badly.
"Hello, again sir. I'm afraid your attitude has displeased your mother, who has authorised be to gag you." I held you the socks for him to see.
"Wait," he said tentatively, "I thought you were using the bandanna."
"Yeah, but these have already been in your mouth," I said, "and I won't need to wash the bandanna afterwards either."
"Whatever," Harry said, "you'll never get them in."
"Try me," I said.
"Bring it!" Harry replied.
He immediately clamped his mouth shut and made an effort to wriggle away from me, which caused him to roll off the sofa onto the floor, landing on his front. I ignored him to grab the black duct tape from my bag and turned around to see him trying to wriggle away like a caterpillar. It wasn't very effective, because he couldn't straighten his legs or pull them away from his chest. I stepped up to him and used my foot to roll him onto his back and then knelt down with my legs either side of him so he couldn't roll over again.
His mouth was still clamped shut, meaning brute force wouldn't get those socks in. I held the first balled up in my left hand, and used my free right hand to find a ticklish spot. To Harry's credit, he managed to keep his mouth closed for five whole seconds before eventually breaking. I forced the first sock in, fighting Harry's tongue for a moment but I got the whole sock in fairly easily. I hesitated a bit with the second sock, not wishing to make him choke. I settled for getting it halfway in. I quite liked how it looked with something sticking out over the tape anyway. Before he could start to get the socks out, I grabbed the tape and started wrapping it around his head. Harry's mphhs gradually quietened until they were little more than a whisper, which told me I'd secured the tape enough.
I picked him up and placed him back on the sofa so he could lean against its arm again.
"Right, Avatar was it?" I asked.
"Mphh mphh," he nodded.
Tied up like he was, Harry only took up two seats on the three seater so I sat on the other end of the sofa to watch, next to his feet. Avatar had been one of my favourite shows when I was younger, so I was pleased that Harry had it on DVD. I almost forgot to periodically poke him to make sure he was still breathing. Harry, for his part, used the time to try and kick me. It didn't work very well because he couldn't straighten his legs to get any closer to me.
"Try that one more time," I warned, "and you'll regret it."
"Mphhh mph mph mhp?"
"Try it again and you'll find out," I said.
"Mphh-mphh," he failed to say as he raised his legs to try again.
"I warned you," I said, immediately grabbing one of his ankles with my left hand.
"Mphh?" Harry tried to pretend to be surprised.
I held his ankle firmly, which also forced his other foot to stay in place since they were tied together. I pulled him towards me slightly, causing him to slip onto his back, and very slowly brought my other hand towards his soles and wiggled my fingers elaborately. "I warned you," I said.
"Harry's eyes widened slightly. "Mphhh MPHHH!" he said, shaking his head.
"10 seconds for a kick," I said, before I tickled his feet.
Harry started thrashing about and mphhing as loudly as he could into his gag. He tried to pull his feet out of my grip but it was no use.
"3...2...1," I said, letting go.
"Mphh...Mphhh...Mphhh," Harry breathed aloud as he got his breath back.
"Are you sorry?" I asked.
"Mphh-mphh," Harry nodded. His eyes gave away that he was lying.
We repeated this process another two times before Harry got bored and carried on watching the TV. When it came time for him to go to bed, I turned off the TV and looked at him. He was avoiding my gaze as if to avoid having to go to bed.
"Oi, sleepy head," I said, "I need to untie you now so you can go to bed."
He was clearly disappointed. I think he tried to say, "Awww," but we all know what it actually sounded like. "Mphh-mphh mphhh," he added.
"No I will not carry you to bed, lazy," I replied. "Just for that, you can stay there for another episode.
"Mphhh!" he said, which I think meant thank you.
I smiled to myself. He wasn't ready to be left tied up all night, but it wasn't a school night. I could always wait until he started falling asleep to unite him. He'd probably keep pretending to be cheeky to get me to leave him there, which would give me an excuse to blame him. Safe to say he was over the immediate feelings from this afternoon's incident. As I said, he was good company.