14 - A Trip to My Aunts
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By Jennifer
Part 1 : Tricked
Hello again everyone, I am taking a break from my current set of stories and working this little intermission. It has been a while since I posted anything on tieupgames.net and I thought I would add another story from when I was younger to the mix. This happened one weekend in the spring when I was 11 years old. As always I hope everyone enjoys the story.
It was mid morning when the whole ordeal began. A Saturday morning I should say on the first weekend of May when I was 11. The whole thing started out without much provocation, I hadn’t even originally set out to get tied up that morning. However, it would turn out to be one of the longer episodes I had at that age of being tied up for an extended period of time.
I looked out the window of my room with a fair amount of despair. The weather was prefect for a weekend at home. The sun was shinning and we hadn’t seen any sign of snow or even really cool weather for almost two weeks. It was warm enough to play outside without the use of jacket or anything. School was already in it’s last few weeks of the year and I had been looking forward to a weekend at home to unwind from a busy school week. I didn’t even have any homework. This usually meant that I would be sitting in my pajamas in front of the television in the living room right now. Maybe I would be tied up or maybe not, it depended on how early my brother’s got up or what sort of mood we were in. The second half of the day would likely be spent outside in the back yard playing. Amy was 1 now and just learning the art of moving around the house on her own. She didn’t talk much yet, but she still laughed and you could tell when she was having a fun time. She had an explorative nature about everything she could get her hands on.
“Jennifer, hurry up were going to be late!” My mother shouted from the living room as she was preparing for the trip. Instead of my normal pj’s, I was dressed a lot more formally at the moment. I had on a light crème colored dress with a peter pan collar and long sleeves. The gown came all the way down to my mid calves on my legs and covered most of them except for a few inches above the floor. I also had on a set of white tights and a pair of mary jane dress shoes with flat bottoms. The dress had a modest flow to it and snugged around my waist with a light sash that tied in a slight bow in the back. My mother let out a second yell from the living room that she was in the process of finishing the preparations for the journey she and I would soon be making. After a moment or two passed, my older brother Sean popped his head around the corner of the room to see how my preparations were coming along.
“Hey little sister, you look like your all ready to go. Mom is waiting for you, you know.” I nodded and looked down at my game boy that I had left on the edge of the bed in preparation for the long car ride. “I still don’t see why I cannot stay here with you. I really don’t want to go all that way and have to come back late tomorrow, its’ going to ruin the whole weekend for us.” Sean listened as I complained about the trip that laid ahead and took in my words. “We have been over this a couple of times Jen. Mom thinks it’s best that you go with her for the weekend and I have to agree with her on that. I really don’t want you to be a pain while my friends are over. Besides, you haven’t seen aunt Bonnie in a long time.” I knew my brother was right on both accounts. I hadn’t seen my aunt in a couple of months despite my mother’s frequent visits. Also, I knew that my brother Sean was hosting a group of his friends here this weekend. They had a big project they were working on as a group at school and needed the house all to themselves for the weekend. My brother Scott and my father were out camping with their scout troop this weekend. Sean had to miss the outing in order to work on the project. My mother had decided that I was going to join her and my little sister Amy on a visit to my aunt’s so that I wouldn’t’ be a burden to Sean.
“Come on, brother let me stay. I promise I’ll be quiet and stay out of the way.” It wasn’t that I didn’t like my aunt, it was just that I really wasn’t in the mood to spend the 3 hours going there and back in the car and most of my weekend cooped up in her house. Sean bent down and gave me a quick hug. “I know you wouldn’t be a pest to me, but mom thinks you should go with her. Besides, we are going to work on the project all weekend and it will get pretty boring around here anyways.” “I know, but I still would rather stay here with you than spend the weekend keeping an eye on Amy.” Sean released me from his arms and looked down at me. “All right, I’ll go talk to mom and see what she says on the matter. But, you get ready to go incase she sticks with her original plan okay.” With that my brother departed the room and headed down the hallway and across the kitchen to the living room. I just stayed in the room and waited for him to return hopeful that I would be staying home with my eldest brother for the weekend.
I only had to wait about 5 or 8 minutes before Sean returned with the news. He entered the room slowly, and looked down at me with a look of disappointment on his face. But then he shot me a quick wink. “Mom says it’s okay.” I was filled with an almost unimaginable amount joy at the news that my brother had just brought me. He stood there trying to gage my reaction to the announcement. Once the moment passed, Sean added his interjection to the situation. “However, I have a few terms of my own. Once my friends get here in a little while, I cannot have you running around the house or bothering us. We all have a lot riding on the outcome of this project and we need to work uninterrupted. “ I nodded at mo brother’s explanation. “I know, I will stay out of your way and be quiet while you’re working.” Sean nodded in agreement with me this time. “I know you will Jen, I am going to make sure of it.” My brother said as he shot a glance over at the chest of drawers against the wall next to my bed. “That’s the deal okay?”
My brother asked me the question without using any formal language on the matter. I already knew what he had in mind. We had been playing TUGS for quite a while now and new how to read each other’s body language on the subject. His pointing to the dresser was an indication that I was going to be spending some time in ropes and out of the way of his friends. They were going to be coming around 9:30 and it was already a little after 8. Being tied up wasn’t my first choice for the day, but it was better than the long rode trip that my mother had in mind. I nodded and told Sean that I would cooperate with him. With my acceptance on the matter worked out, Sean wasted no time crossing the room over to the dresser and opening the top drawer of it. He dug through the top drawer and pulled out several lengths of rope and began to uncoil them immediately.
“How long are you going to keep me tied up?” I asked as Sean began uncoiling the ropes onto the edge of the bed. “At least a couple of hours, so you might want to make sure that your comfortable. Do you need to use the bathroom before we do this.” I shook my head and waited for the matter to resume. I had just used it a little while earlier in preparation for the car trip. “Okay, let me know when your ready to get started and we will.” Sean explained as he released the last coil of rope and drew it straight. I told him I would be ready momentarily, I just needed a moment to add a touch to the situation. The outfit I had on was fine for a morning tie up, I just needed to add one thing to it. I went over to the second drawer on the dresser and dug out a pair of mittens from the second drawer. They were pink and make of light weight fleece. I wore them to bed sometimes when it was cooler or used them when I was tied up. I slid them on over my hands and tucked them into the cuffs on my dress. They would offer some protection from my wrists and the ropes and also make escaping harder by keeping my fingers bunched together.
“Okay brother, I’m ready to get started if you are.” I said closing the drawer and crossing the room towards him. I reached my brother and turned around bring my arms together in the small of my back. “A nice final touch sis. Okay, here we go.” Sean commented as he began the process of binding me. My brother began the process by selecting a piece of the white clothes line that we kept in our room for the games that we played. The rope was a quarter inch thick and about 10 feet long. Sean began by knotting off one end of it on my right wrists. Then he drew my wrists together and crossed them in an X shape behind my back. Sean made 5 or 6 horizontal loops around my hands and pulled each one snug. Once he finished that, my brother look the remainder of the rope and wrapped my hands vertically as well forming a rather secure set of bindings. He finished by knotting the tie off on top out of the reach of my mitten hands.
Once my wrists were tied together, Sean took a second piece of rope about the same length and tied it to my wrists in the middle of the rope. Once that was done, he wrapped the two free ends around my waist to the front pulling my hands tight to my lower back. Then he crossed the ends in the front and wrapped them back around me again passing them overtop of my tied hands behind me. He finished by bringing the ends around my waist a final time and knotted them together in front of me. This was a common tactic on our games by this time. It kept my tied wrists pinned to my waist behind my back. It also prevented me from sliding my feet through my hands and bringing them to the front for an escape attempt. With the knot tied in front of me and my hands behind me I couldn’t work them free from my waist without outside help. Sean could have added more ropes to my arms, but that was sufficient to keep my hands out of use and he wanted me to be comfortable for the length of time I was going to spend tied up. Satisfied that my hands were secured, he working on the rest of me.
Sean grabbed another piece of rope from the bed and knelt down to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Put you feet together please.” My brother instructed as he reached out for my left ankle. I complied with the request as my brother knotted one end of the rope around my left leg. I brought my feet together as Sean began the process of tying them up. He wrapped the rope around my ankles horizontally several times. Then he cinched the tie off in the middle and tied a knot. Once my ankles were secure, my brother lifted my dress upwards a little bit so that he could repeat the process on my knees to reinforce the tie. “There Jen, how does that feel?” Sean asked as he stood up to admire his handy work. I twisted and squirmed against the ropes in a couple of different direction, but it didn’t do any good. Sean was a real expert at rope work by this point in his life and I wasn’t getting out of this if my life depended on it. Not that it did.
“You did a pretty good job, I don’t think I am going to be bothering you today with all this rope on.” Sean smiled at the comment. “Why Don’t you hogtie me while your at it? That way I really won’t be able to move around at all.” Sean nodded in agreement with my suggestion and claimed another piece of rope from the bed. It was maybe 3 and ½ feet in length. Sean knelt down and wrapped one end of it around the center of the tie on my ankles. Then he stopped for a moment. Sean paused. “Jen, are you going to be mad at me if I gag you? I know you usually don’t like being gagged, but under the circumstances I think it would be appropriate, if you’re okay with it.” Truthfully, I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but since Sean had gone to all the trouble to get me out of the trip I nodded and gave him my consent on the matter. Sean stopped binding my feet further and rose from where he was standing and crossed the room back to the dresser.
My older brother dug around in the top drawer for a minute or two before he found what he was looking for. Sean dug out several large bandanas from the drawer. I sat and watched as he rolled two of them up into a large ball of wadding and deposited it on the bed. Then, he began rolling the other one from one corner to another forming a traditional style cleave gag. My brother finished the third bandana off by knotting it at the center. “Could you open your mouth please little sister?” Sean requested lifting the first of the two rolled bandanas in his hand. I replied with the request and opened my mouth up good and wide. Sean worked the two wadded up bandanas into my mouth and stuffed them back in. Then he took the rolled bandana and fitted the knot securely between my teeth in the front. Once everything was in place, my brother bought the two free ends of the cloth around my head and knotted it off in the back rather tightly. Once he was done, I gave a few shouts to test the gags effectiveness, all that came out were a couple of muffled grunts. Sean got another short piece of rope from the dresser and wrapped it around the folded bandana and my head twice before knotting it off in the back. This tightened the gag down securely and made sure that I couldn’t dislodge it from my mouth.
Sean stepped back to admire the fruits of all his hard work on tying me up. I gave the ropes a few good solid tugs and tried the gag again. Nothing gave me any slack or release. I was tied up pretty good and escape wasn’t a likely possibility in the near future. It was going to be a rather relaxing morning after all. Or, that was what I thought. After letting me struggle for a little bit and making sure that I was secure, Sean approached me again and circled around to the side of me.
Once my brother was in position, he proceeded to lift me off of the bed. He looped his left arm behind me and under my arms to support my upper body. He used his right to grab me just under the bend of the knees. Then he lifted me and began carrying me like a newly wed bride towards the door of the room. I remained pretty calm and allowed him to proceed as he saw fit with the matter. I figured he was just taking me into the living room where he could keep an eye on me and make sure that I didn’t get into trouble all tied up and gagged like this. However, as we entered the kitchen and my brother began to alter his course did I realize what he intended. My brother carried me into the kitchen, and began to make his way towards the garage. When we entered the outside building of the house, I realized what was going on and began to wriggle trying to get loose from his grasp. Sean gripped me tighter and looked down at me and verbally addressed the issue. “Stop it Jen. I don’t want to drop you or risk getting you hurt.” Despite my brother’s protest, I continued my struggles, but it was no good. I was tied tight and Sean was the stronger of the two of us.
My brother quickly crossed the garage and took hold of the handle to the sliding door on the van that my mother usually drove. He opened the sliding door without much trouble and made his way to deposit me in the back seat of our family van. Once my brother had set me down, he took hold of the vest harness that I wore in the car. It was sitting on the seat in the middle of the van. He then proceeded to put it on me. The vest is made of seat belt material that is 2 inches across or so. It has straps that go around the waist and over both shoulders. It also has another belt that wraps around under the arms. Everything closes with a zipper in the back of the harness. Then, the harness is attached to a seat tether at two points on the waist and two on the shoulders with clips that attach to D-rings. (There are several good descriptions of it and even a few pictures of it on other stories on my web site. )
Sean worked the vest around my upper body with a few exceptions. He wrapped it around me completely because he couldn’t thread my arms through the sides without untying my hands. There was little chance of him doing that and keeping me tied up. He also buckled the between the leg strap around to the side of the vest rather than through my legs because of the dress that I was wearing. If he had put it on properly, the dress would have been completely drawn up around my waist. Once the vest was wrapped around me and the zipper was sealed in the back, Sean snugged down my shoulder straps for a slightly tighter fit and then he proceeded to attach the vest harness to the seat tether that was already around the seat. The vest drew my arms tightly to the sides of my body and once it was fastened, secured me pretty well to the seat. Sean did one last check to make sure that everything was secure before proceeding to the next step.
My brother took hold of the short piece of rope that was still trailing from the center of my bound feet. He drew the rope tight and pulled it backwards. He took up the slack in the rope and tied it off someplace behind the seat. This pulled my bound legs backwards nearly under the edge of the seat and prevented me from moving them off of the floor or forward any. “Well, Jen not exactly a hog tie, but it should keep your feet under control all the same.” I just gave him a muffled reply from under the seat. Once my feet were anchored, Sean took a moment to adjust my dress so that the bottom hem was where it should have been. Mostly he just straightened it for a more comfortable position. Then, Sean added the finishing touch to the whole situation. He took hold of the normal lap shoulder belt for the position where I was sitting.
I was more than old enough at this point for a normal seat belt in the car. Still, I wore the vest harness for a couple of reason. First, it was what I was used to growing up and it made me feel safer. Secondly, it was more secure and made it harder to move around than a normal seat belt. I liked the extra security when it was available. Sometimes, I would wear both of them with the normal seat belt overtop of the harness. Sean buckled the normal seat belt overtop of the whole situation I was in. Then, he took hold of the shoulder strap and pulled it all the way out. This caused the belt to lock. It was a feature meant to be used with a car seat. If the seat belt was pulled all the way out, it wouldn’t loosen unless it was allowed to retract all the way back in. This would keep the belt from loosening at all when you leaned forward into it. Sean took his time and worked as much slack as he could out of the seat belt drawing it tight against my waist and upper body. This pinned me to the seat even tighter and minified what little movement I had left.
“There Jen, that should keep you out of everyone’s hair and keep you out of trouble on the way to aunt Bonnie’s.” He said with a quiet and satisfied smirk across his face. I just glared at my brother and yelled a few muffled comments into my gag. A few minutes later, my mother came out carrying Amy on her hips. She entered the van through the same side door that Sean had placed me through. She began buckling my little sister into her car seat on the bench seat in front of me. Once I heard the final click on Amy’s car seat, my mother turned her attention to me. “Well well my little one, it seems you’re all ready to go on this trip.” My mother said with a quiet smirk. She looked me up and down taking an admiration for the security that my brother had given me for the ride to my aunts. “Well, at least you’ll be on your best behavior for the ride down. If your good I’ll let you go when we get there. But, I am not making any promises.” My mother commented with a wink. It was her way of letting me know that I would be released at the end of the car trip. She always did when it was the two of us. With that, my mother closed the door and circled around to the front of the car and entered her seat.
My mother closed the car door and put on her seat belt. “Well, it looks like we’re ready to go.” She turned on the car and started up the engine. While the garage door was opening I suddenly realized that my game boy was still on the edge of my bed in the house. I really didn’t want to leave it behind. I started yelling into my gag as best I could. My grunts got my mother’s attention. However, I couldn’t convey the message at all. I couldn’t even articulate a single work for that matter. “Don’t be a sore looser Jennifer. You like being tied up and Sean and I got you pretty good this time. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” My mother said. I continued my protest, but my mother turned on the radio loud enough to drown out my noises. I gave up after we left the drive way. I just sat back in the seat and tried to relax. After all, there really wasn’t anything else that I could do. Amy let out a few giggles at the whole situation. Away the three of us drove towards my aunt’s house.
Well, that concludes the first part of this little story. There are a couple more that will follow it. I am going to alternate between this one and my other story to try and get both out in a timely manner. Thanks for reading and as always comments are appreciated. So, if you have a minute let me know what you think.
Jennifer
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Jennifer's stories
- 01 - My First Time (f/mf)
- 02 - Trying New Things: Breakfast with Mom (Fm/f)
- 03 - A Walk in the Park (mm/f)
- 04 - The Pole and the Dungeon (m/f)
- 05 - A long camping trip (mmf/f)
- 06 - One Rainy Day at Home (m/f)
- 07 - Winter Vacation at Grams (both genders)
- 08 - A Long Weekend tied up (F/f)
- 09 - Shopping with Mom (F/f)
- 10 - My New Friend (m/f)
- 11 - The Bike Trip (m/f)
- 12 - Sharing With Friends (Ffff/fff)
- 13 - New Horizon (Both Genders)
- 14 - A Trip to My Aunts (mFF/f)
- 15 - A Second Christmas Story (mmff/mmf)
- 16 - Mary's Weekend (F/F)
- 17 - The Next Chapter (*/self, f/f)
- 18 - Ropes and Skates (Good Combination?) (MFmf/fff)
- 19 - Hanging With Mary (F/f)
- 20 - College (FFF/FF)
- 21 - College Days : Stephanie's Captive (F/F)
- 22 - College Days : A New Chapter, Ashley Gets Involved (*/self, F/F)
- 23 - College Days : A New Chapter, Ashley Comes Back (F/F)
- 24 - College Days : A New Chapter, Normal is Good (F/F)
- 25 - College Days: Theodore Roosevelt (FF/F)
- 26 - College Days: Summer Job at the Farm (F/F, M/F)
- 27 - Holiday Trip to Grandma's (f/f, f/m, m/fmm)
- 28 - A Long Trip to Alaska (self/f, F/fmm)
- 29 - The Pioneering Experience (mmmm/f)
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