She tied me around the knees too in the same way. I’d never done that before or had it done to me but I was soon to realise it made things much more difficult to escape. She tied around my ankles and then I noticed she tied between my ankles too. She checked with me it wasn’t too tight then told me to sit on the sofa and put my feet up on her knees. You know, it didn’t strike me at the time but years later I wonder just how much experience she had of this type of thing. ![]() “Yes.” I said, never having had my elbows tied before I thought it would be fun. She began to tie rope around my hands then asked if I wanted my elbows tied too. I put the pile of “toys” next to Debbie on the sofa and stood in front of her holding my hands behind me. I ran to my room again and came back with more rope, some scarves and other lengths of cloth. I could not believe my luck when she asked that. “Done it.” Debbie smiled and gave a little laugh at me. I was wearing shorts and t-shirt and bare feet. I took another piece of rope and tied another loop, which I put my feet through, tying my ankles together. “Look at me I can escape too.” I said untwisting my hands. I had tied it into a small loop and put my hands in it then tried twisting them behind my back. Lots of my games were driven by TV programmes and, like most children, my sister and me had played tie-up games with our friends.Īfter that scene on TV I ran to my bedroom and came back in with some rope from my toy bag. There weren’t many scenes of him tied and he escaped to raise the alarm but it got my interest. Watching the cop show the inevitable scene happened when the son of some character got tied up and gagged. It was the days when British TV on Friday was either bad sitcoms or imported US adventure / cop shows. Soon mum and Sue went off in the car, Debbie kicked off her shoes and we sat down to watch Friday night TV. She had a small bag for her stay and arrived in jeans, red sweater and leather flip-flops. Just past 7 on Friday night after tea Debbie came round. Mum was going to call daily and Debbie’s mother would be close at hand if anything went wrong. Debbie was a 16 or 17 year-old neighbour’s daughter who I admit I had a bit of a crush on. Mum had managed to arrange a weekend baby sitter Debbie. ![]() I don’t remember the exact circumstances but Mum was away for the weekend with something to do with work, my sister Susan, at some sort of girls’ sports event and Dad was being awkward and wouldn’t have me for the weekend (Mum and Dad separated some years ago). It was warm weather in late spring and I was 10 when this took place. I may have elaborated a little but then again it is difficult to remember what exactly happened as opposed to what I wanted to happen and over the years have made myself believe happened. I have therefore padded out the narrative to make it read well. If I just wrote down what I could remember it would be a small not very interesting story. I honestly cannot remember exactly what happened in what order and who said what 20 years ago. I have to say that this posting is based on a true story. Note: If anyone remembers who authored this story, please post so they can get credit.
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