16 - A Surprise Party
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By Gillian B
Wed Feb 17 01:51:44 UTC 1999
It's a long time since I posted anything here - mainly because I've just about run out of true stories, but also because I've been putting a lot of effort into writing fiction lately (see Mick Stupp's Female Escapologist Fantasy site at http://www.geocities/~mickstupp).
Recent discussion in an on-line chat session brought this story to mind and I was encouraged to post it (thanks MS). It's strictly slightly outside the remit of this page because of my age at the time, but equally doesn't really fit the college page (although I was a student at the time).
The location for these events is the flat I shared with my friend Janet during our last year at University and for a few years after that. It was also the location for my story of self-bondage gone wrong which I posted last year: "Tying Myself Up In Knots (Again)". That said, there is a little more disinformation than usual here, to prevent anyone from identifying the location or the participants with any degree of certainty. I have also had trouble remembering one or two details, so there is a small element of fictionalising to sustain the narrative. (In particular, the dialogue I present here is probably far more polished than it was in reality.) It's still a true story though...
A Surprise Party
For once, I can date a story precisely. This story unfolds on my 21st birthday, 22nd March 1975, which happened to fall on a Saturday.
I had not planned a party, although I had promised my flatmate Janet that we would go out for a drink together in the evening and possibly go to the cinema. I had other plans earlier in the day. I took a train up to London on my own quite early, with the intention of indulging myself in a little shopping spree (mainly books and music, but clothes were a possibility too). The shopping went as planned and, by lunchtime, I had a rucksack full of purchases. The day was cold but bright and I enjoyed a coffee-and-sandwich lunch outdoors on a bench in Soho Square while dipping into one of my new books. I had planned to take in a museum or an exhibition in the afternoon, but I decided I was too tired and footsore, so I made my way the few hundred yards to Tottenham Court Road tube station and thence to the main line station to get a train back to my university town.
I returned to my flat shortly before 4pm, at least two hours earlier than I (or Janet) had anticipated. The door opened directly into our living room and the first thing I saw was a big banner with "21 TODAY" on it. I was still wriggling out of my rucksack straps when Janet appeared out of the kitchen. She took one look at me and yelled, "Intruder!" Two other girls, mutual friends of ours, popped out of the kitchen behind her.
Janet rushed over to me, grabbed a scarf off one of the coat hooks on the back of the door and blindfolded me with it. "I'll come back later and pretend I didn't see anything," I ventured.
"No good," replied Janet. "We need to find a different surprise now." Janet instructed me to stay where I was and not to move. I agreed and heard Janet and the other two have a whispered conference on the far side of the room. Janet assumed an official tone when she returned to me, "You have stumbled across secrets prejudicial to the safety of the party. We, the Central Committee of the Birthday Party have concluded that you must be taken into protective custody until such time as our activities are public knowledge. Do you understand?" I nodded my assent, with a fair idea of what would follow and enjoying the impromptu game hugely.
Janet disappeared from the scene and the other two girls escorted me, still blindfolded, to the bathroom and stood guard outside the door. Janet yelled through the bathroom door to ask what I would like to wear to my birthday party. After some thought, I yelled back identifying one of my new purchases as my choice. Further shouting established my choice of other essentials and accessories. A few minutes later, I was allowed to open the door a fraction and a bundle of clothes were passed to me. I changed and generally freshened up then announced I was ready. I was instructed to replace my blindfold before opening the door.
My three captors escorted me to my bedroom, where I was guided to my desk chair and made to sit. My chair was a rather square upright wooden one with arms and an upholstered seat. My forearms were held down to the arms of the chair and I felt them being tied down very firmly but not painfully. My elbows were tied back to the side members of the chair back. Janet told me to sit back in the chair and I obediently shuffled back as far as I could. I felt myself being tied back into the chair by something round my waist. They finished the job by tying my legs back to the chair legs at the ankles and just below my knees. My bonds were firm, but had a little flexibility in them - I suspected that I had been tied with nylon stockings.
I heard Janet's voice again, "Now just sit still, keep quiet and be a good girl and nothing nasty will happen." I heard the door to my bedroom closing and I was left tied up and blindfolded, but not gagged. I struggled with my bonds for a few minutes, but failed completely either to find any slack or to reach any knots. I decided just to relax and wait it out - besides, I was rather enjoying the game.
I must have dozed off, because I remember being woken up by the sound of Janet's voice. "The guests will be here soon," she said, "and we don't want you giving away our little secret, do we?" As she spoke, she removed my blindfold. She then held a glass of water for me to drink. Once I had finished drinking, she produced a balled up handkerchief and, without saying anything, held it up in front of my face until I cottoned on and opened my mouth. Janet stuffed the handkerchief firmly into my mouth, then secured it by cleave-gagging me with a second one. "See you later," said Janet as she left my room and closed the door behind her. I was no longer blindfolded, so I could examine my predicament. As I had surmised, I was indeed tied up with old nylons. The selection used looked like the collection of laddered tights (pantyhose to you Americans) which I kept for wearing under trousers. Even able to see what I was doing, I could not find any way to get free.
As I sat and waited, I could hear guests arriving and party sounds beginning to emanate from the living room. Presumably, the party guests had been told that I was out and would arrive and be surprised at some point. I was beginning to get frustrated, not being able to join in my own party. About fifteen minutes after the first guests had arrived, my three captors came into my bedroom. With one behind and one either side the three of them picked up my chair, with me still tied to it, and still gagged, and carried it into the living room and plonked it down right in the middle of the room.
Once the initial wave of shock then laughter had died down, Janet explained that I had arrived home too early and as it was too late for the guests to surprise me, the least she could organise was for me to surprise the guests. She led them in a chorus of "Happy Birthday" and then ungagged me to give a speech in reply. Only after that was I untied.
Apart from slightly wobbly legs to begin with and red marks on my wrists, it was a perfectly ordinary (and rather enjoyable) party after that. Unfortunately, Janet is a few months older than me, so there was no opportunity to retaliate on her 21st.
Gillian B
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Gillian B's stories
- 01 - Jill's Revenge (fF/mm)
- 02 - Murder at the Vicarage (ff/f, f/F, f/ff)
- 03 - Gillian's Birthday Present (*/mf)
- 04 - Peter and Paul (mm/F, F/mm)
- 05 - Tying Myself up in Knots (f/self)
- 06 - The Magic Show (f/f)
- 07 - Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (f/self)
- 08 - Trouble with Tim (f/m, f/self, m/f)
- 09 - The Great Biscuit Robbery (mf/F, F/mf)
- 10 - The Lamp Post (m+f+/f+)
- 11 - Teacher Torture (or: Ol’ Soggy) (ff/FF)
- 12 - Anna's Story (ff/f, F/ff)
- 13 - A Game of Soldiers (mm/f, Ff/mm)
- 14 - A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (f)
- 15 - Kidnapping Cathy (f/m, m/ff, ff/m, f/f)
- 16 - A Surprise Party (fff/f)
- 17 - Challenging Mum (F/mf, mf/F)
- 18 - Getting Tied Up in my Studies (f/f, ff/F)
- 19 - Money for Old Rope (M/F)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section