A musical education FF/f
Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2021 2:05 pm
It’s been a while since I wrote here, but I got some time to share a really memorable experience that happened over a weekend. There are tie-ups involving my sister Emma and her friend Kaitlyn who’d already tied me a couple times. I thought their fun was over but no, especially because of a big disagreement we had.
Music taste is a big part of who you are as a teenager. I guess I kinda knew that when I started making fun of the music Emma and Kaitlyn liked - one of their main things was liking a certain singer (let’s call him Justin) who I thought got by mainly on good looks. They obsessed over him, memorized his biography and discography and acting. I thought I was a tough 15 year old and sneered at it all. We had some bad arguments, and what probably capped it was spraying Emma’s favorite poster with bleach. It was lightly dotted with white, but Emma actually cried. I had to pay for a replacement, but that was nothing.
Their plans hit the second time my parents went off for a weekend trip. Last time Emma and I had warily co-existed, greased by the lack of rules and presence of pizza money. Not this time.
Shortly after my Mom and Dad left, Kaitlyn showed up unannounced. She had her backpack and was wearing a white hoodie with Justin’s face on it, and “future Mrs. ____” underneath. I was mocking it when Emma came downstairs with a matching one. Guess they made them. I was provoked and we had another musical argument. I stormed off to listen to some “good music”. I think this was all on purpose.
I should say I was 15 or 16, straight dark blonde hair, grey/green eyes. Emma had about 5 inches and a few pounds on me, more muscular. Her hair was more wavy and solidly brunette. Kaitlyn was about the same size, not as strong as Emma. Her hair was brown too, really curly.
I had headphones on to listen to my music, so I didn’t hear the girls sneak in. Since Emma was older than me and played field hockey it was easy for her to yank one arm behind me, and Kaitlyn to get the other. Kaitlyn had begun lashing my wrists together by the time I realized something was up. I kicked and bucked, but they hung on till my arms were trapped behind me.. “I taught you some stuff Emma, but I think for this weekend it really be necessary for me to do most of the tying.”
“This weekend?” I asked, but didn’t get much of an answer.
“Yep….we’ve decided you need an education,” Kaitlyn said again. She was the bad influence from the last couple times, but I had no idea. She was at this point sitting on my back, facing away from me as she corralled my knees together. It was a rather indepth tie. “I always wanted to try this one on someone…” she said.
I probably would have paid much more attention to what she was doing if I hadn’t been so intrigued by Emma’s actions. She was re-arranging my room, but I wasn’t sure why. She was taking chairs from the kitchen and putting them around my bed, and a table at the foot of the bed right in front of me. Nobody was interested in listening to my questions. In fact, I found Emma’s actions so interesting I barely registered that Kaitlyn was under the bed for a bit. When she was next to me again, though, I did very much notice.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” Kaitlyn snickered. I was worried because she was pushing my hair aside, and the gentle but odd tug was clear...she was pulling the rope through the hoop earring I was wearing! She crossed over to the other side, and did the same with the other ear. “Don’t move until I get this right, or it’ll hurt.” Meanwhile, Emma had started taking some blankets and draping them over the chairs.
Well, it didn’t take long for her to get it right, I guess. “Turn your head,” she said.
And I tried. From what I could tell, this is what she had done. My knees were tied together, but my ankles separated, tied by a rope passing under the bed. I couldn’t gather my feet. If I tried to turn my head to the right, say, my left earring tugged badly, and I felt it pull on my right ankle and my wrists. In short, it hurt. Moving or lifting my wrists somehow tugged on both my ears. If I had to guess, the ropes connecting each earring to the opposite ankle went through my wrists.
“I can’t.” I said.
Kaitlyn smiled. “Perfect.”
At this point I had no idea what they were up to...I was lashed onto my bed, and stuck looking forward. Emma thankfully tucked a couple pillows under my chin, and soon I was stuck staring straight ahead. With a smile, Emma then put her laptop on it, plugging it into the wall.. “We got a lot to do, so let’s start.”
She tapped at it, and a song from Jusin came on, not one I’ve heard before. It was lame and forgettable, a whiny love song I thought. Emma then leaned down next to me, tilting the laptop screen to be square on in front of me, and a slide show started of Justin. “Enjoy!” she said, “it’s like a home theatre!” She and Kaitlyn put a blanket over the chairs at the foot of the bed. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was basically dark except for the lap top screen. I heard them leave the room, laughing.
I tried gingerly to see what I could do as soon as they left, but I quickly realized I was stuck on my stomach, unable to turn my head. Any attempt to escape tugged on my earlobes. I couldn’t block the horrible music, so I did what only made sense - I closed my eyes against the photos and decided to wait it out. As the song ended, I hoped against hope that was it, but no...the same song began again.
“Grr” I said, shaking my head a bit - which just reminded me of my predicament. I started counting the number of times I heard the song. It was at 6 when Kaitlyn came back in, peeling back a blanket to sit next to me. Even the bed sagging made me uncomfortable, as much as I appreciated the fresh air.
“Pretty great, isn’t it?” I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable, but I knew the right answer. I started to nod. That was a mistake. “I’m so glad you wear those earrings,” Kaitlyn said. “But anyway, now that you’ve heard it a couple times, it’s an amazing song, huh?”
“Six times,” I said through gritted teeth. Whatever it would take to get out of this.
“And doesn’t Justin look great in that tux?”
See? I thought. One question and they’re on about his looks. “Yeah,” I said.
Kaitlyn smiled, and I realized too late I’d been tricked. “There were no pics of him wearing a tux. It’s like you didn’t watch the slideshow!” Kaitlyn got up and walked over to the laptop. “So I’m going to run through the slide show some more, and then I’ll have some questions about it. If you get them right, I’ll let you out of that tie.” With that, she lowered the blanket again and left me.
More to come.
Music taste is a big part of who you are as a teenager. I guess I kinda knew that when I started making fun of the music Emma and Kaitlyn liked - one of their main things was liking a certain singer (let’s call him Justin) who I thought got by mainly on good looks. They obsessed over him, memorized his biography and discography and acting. I thought I was a tough 15 year old and sneered at it all. We had some bad arguments, and what probably capped it was spraying Emma’s favorite poster with bleach. It was lightly dotted with white, but Emma actually cried. I had to pay for a replacement, but that was nothing.
Their plans hit the second time my parents went off for a weekend trip. Last time Emma and I had warily co-existed, greased by the lack of rules and presence of pizza money. Not this time.
Shortly after my Mom and Dad left, Kaitlyn showed up unannounced. She had her backpack and was wearing a white hoodie with Justin’s face on it, and “future Mrs. ____” underneath. I was mocking it when Emma came downstairs with a matching one. Guess they made them. I was provoked and we had another musical argument. I stormed off to listen to some “good music”. I think this was all on purpose.
I should say I was 15 or 16, straight dark blonde hair, grey/green eyes. Emma had about 5 inches and a few pounds on me, more muscular. Her hair was more wavy and solidly brunette. Kaitlyn was about the same size, not as strong as Emma. Her hair was brown too, really curly.
I had headphones on to listen to my music, so I didn’t hear the girls sneak in. Since Emma was older than me and played field hockey it was easy for her to yank one arm behind me, and Kaitlyn to get the other. Kaitlyn had begun lashing my wrists together by the time I realized something was up. I kicked and bucked, but they hung on till my arms were trapped behind me.. “I taught you some stuff Emma, but I think for this weekend it really be necessary for me to do most of the tying.”
“This weekend?” I asked, but didn’t get much of an answer.
“Yep….we’ve decided you need an education,” Kaitlyn said again. She was the bad influence from the last couple times, but I had no idea. She was at this point sitting on my back, facing away from me as she corralled my knees together. It was a rather indepth tie. “I always wanted to try this one on someone…” she said.
I probably would have paid much more attention to what she was doing if I hadn’t been so intrigued by Emma’s actions. She was re-arranging my room, but I wasn’t sure why. She was taking chairs from the kitchen and putting them around my bed, and a table at the foot of the bed right in front of me. Nobody was interested in listening to my questions. In fact, I found Emma’s actions so interesting I barely registered that Kaitlyn was under the bed for a bit. When she was next to me again, though, I did very much notice.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” Kaitlyn snickered. I was worried because she was pushing my hair aside, and the gentle but odd tug was clear...she was pulling the rope through the hoop earring I was wearing! She crossed over to the other side, and did the same with the other ear. “Don’t move until I get this right, or it’ll hurt.” Meanwhile, Emma had started taking some blankets and draping them over the chairs.
Well, it didn’t take long for her to get it right, I guess. “Turn your head,” she said.
And I tried. From what I could tell, this is what she had done. My knees were tied together, but my ankles separated, tied by a rope passing under the bed. I couldn’t gather my feet. If I tried to turn my head to the right, say, my left earring tugged badly, and I felt it pull on my right ankle and my wrists. In short, it hurt. Moving or lifting my wrists somehow tugged on both my ears. If I had to guess, the ropes connecting each earring to the opposite ankle went through my wrists.
“I can’t.” I said.
Kaitlyn smiled. “Perfect.”
At this point I had no idea what they were up to...I was lashed onto my bed, and stuck looking forward. Emma thankfully tucked a couple pillows under my chin, and soon I was stuck staring straight ahead. With a smile, Emma then put her laptop on it, plugging it into the wall.. “We got a lot to do, so let’s start.”
She tapped at it, and a song from Jusin came on, not one I’ve heard before. It was lame and forgettable, a whiny love song I thought. Emma then leaned down next to me, tilting the laptop screen to be square on in front of me, and a slide show started of Justin. “Enjoy!” she said, “it’s like a home theatre!” She and Kaitlyn put a blanket over the chairs at the foot of the bed. It wasn’t pitch black, but it was basically dark except for the lap top screen. I heard them leave the room, laughing.
I tried gingerly to see what I could do as soon as they left, but I quickly realized I was stuck on my stomach, unable to turn my head. Any attempt to escape tugged on my earlobes. I couldn’t block the horrible music, so I did what only made sense - I closed my eyes against the photos and decided to wait it out. As the song ended, I hoped against hope that was it, but no...the same song began again.
“Grr” I said, shaking my head a bit - which just reminded me of my predicament. I started counting the number of times I heard the song. It was at 6 when Kaitlyn came back in, peeling back a blanket to sit next to me. Even the bed sagging made me uncomfortable, as much as I appreciated the fresh air.
“Pretty great, isn’t it?” I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable, but I knew the right answer. I started to nod. That was a mistake. “I’m so glad you wear those earrings,” Kaitlyn said. “But anyway, now that you’ve heard it a couple times, it’s an amazing song, huh?”
“Six times,” I said through gritted teeth. Whatever it would take to get out of this.
“And doesn’t Justin look great in that tux?”
See? I thought. One question and they’re on about his looks. “Yeah,” I said.
Kaitlyn smiled, and I realized too late I’d been tricked. “There were no pics of him wearing a tux. It’s like you didn’t watch the slideshow!” Kaitlyn got up and walked over to the laptop. “So I’m going to run through the slide show some more, and then I’ll have some questions about it. If you get them right, I’ll let you out of that tie.” With that, she lowered the blanket again and left me.
More to come.