Michael didn't go swimming the next day, however. Terri and Maria were going back to stay with their parents, who had returned from their short vacation, and they had duties to perform at home. Typical parents, bore you to death unless you have something fun to do, then they pester the shit out of you. Oh well, who wants to be without them?
He couldn't believe his luck yesterday. The girl nearly BEGGED to play. And she was pretty and smart and he liked her. He had a girlfriend! He knew his mother, and particularly his sister, would tease him about it and, considering what else there was to tease him about, he didn't care.
He gladly did his chores, consisting of cleaning the kitchen and laundry room and then cutting the grass, which he would have done the next day except the weather was so nice today. He'd just learned to cut grass last year, when his dad figured he was old enough to use a power mower. His dad still wouldn't let him use the string trimmer but promised to show him how.
That evening, after a shower (grass cutting is sweaty work!) and early supper with his mom (his dad was working evening-night shift), he was riding his bike to the store to buy the latest science magazine, and a horn beeped. It was Leanna. "Michael!" He waved and went over.
"Are you busy?"
"Naw, just bought a magazine."
"Hey, while I got you, can you come over to my house? Remember where it is?"
"Yes ma'am ... Leanna."
"Can you meet me there in ten minutes?"
Moments later, they were in her kitchen. She fixed him a soda and excused herself to get out of her working clothes. It seemed to take a long time. She came in with a pair of snug-fitting slacks and a cropped t-shirt with a low neckline. She had put this on on purpose.
"Well, are you well? No lingering injuries?" she asked, not getting into details.
"Yes, thanks to you."
"Listen, I know that Terri likes you and that you like her. Just treat her nice, all right? She's almost twelve, but, well, the difference between almost-twelve a little older is a big difference. Understand?"
Michael blushed. "Yes, of course. She needs a couple of years to get old enough to date, and so do I."
"That's very mature. Now, you haven't been having any nightmares or anything have you?"
"OK, I'm still a little worried. I can't tell you the details, but I can assure you that there are two boys who won't be bothering any kids for a long long time."
"I told you, I can't give the details. But my ex-husband was a cop, my cousin is a cop, and ... and we'll leave it at that. If you see them, just ignore them."
"Okay, thanks. Gosh, I couldn't talk this way with my mom and dad."
"Family is very important Michael, but sometimes you need someone who's just not too close to the situation. Now, I have another favor to ask you."
She had been leaning foreward, watching his eyes, and he knew it. He couldn't get a good look at her boobs in the low-cut top. But it seemed like she'd put it on just to show off, to him or someone else.
"I want you to rescue me."
"Rescue? What's wrong?"
"Nothing yet. But I'm gonna get all tied up and I want you to come and rescue me."
"Who's gonna tie you up?"
He didn't know if this was a test or what, so he just nodded. She locked the doors and took him to the basement, where he'd spent the night before last. There were a bunch of ropes there, not a giant pile, but a bunch.
"Now, this is secret, understand?"
He nodded, understanding absolutely perfectly. Tie up games were verbotten, taboo, and harmless.
"Should I change into something else?" she asked.
"Uh, I guess not. What would you put on?"
"Something that makes me look more, uh, captured." She was thinking about a nighty or something but he said,
"How about a bikini?"
She smiled. "Good choice."
After another eternity she came back down wearing a long shirt. She took it off to reveal a pretty standard bikini. Not particularly tiny, with a tie-on top that showed her nice cleavage and a panty that had a plastic ring on each side. She seemed embarassed.
"It shows my fat."
"You sweet boy. Now, capture me. And be sure to make it so I can't get loose."
He thought for a minute and decided on his favorite, a pole tie. He'd only done this once, and it took him a bit. Tying her hands behind her he put her back against a metal pole. She shivered at the touch to her upper back. He tied her hands to the pole. Then he tied her legs, just above the knees, to the pole, "so you can't slide down the pole and sit down. Everyone gets to see you in your bathing suit."
That remark, innocent as it was, stirred her greatly.
Then he pulled her arms back, and tied a rope to each arm, just above the elbow. He didn't want to put ropes across her body. He would be just too embarassed to come that close to her breasts. "Be sure to tie me tight," she encouraged. He pulled her arms back, not too tightly, elbows not touching, but each close to the pole, to prevent her from bending over. He tied them to the pole.
"How about a gag?" she said.
"Naw, they don't work anyway. But they look cool."
He did blindfold her. When she was done she couldn't see, bend over, cover the front of her body, or walk. She had to stand straight there.
"Now try to get loose," he said.
She grinned. "You gotta give me fifteen minutes," she replied.
"Take your time," he responded. She felt safe with a tie-up player, not at all like the few men who wanted to tie her up in some complicated position just to stick a cock in her mouth. She squirmed, trying to reach knots, not reaching them. The boy knew his tie-ups. She found she couldn't get free and really let go, squirming and struggling. And of course it was very erotic to Michael. He got a stiffy about halfway through the performance, especially at all that skin. She wasn't as pretty as Terri, but she was a grownup and had plenty of good things about her.
After about 20 minutes, he announded it was time to untie her. She agreed. And a little later, she opened a drawer. There were the chains and handcuffs he had left behind the night before.
"There aren't any keys," she said. He had his Volkswagen key ring with the house key and the handcuff key and padlock key. He pulled them out. "Yes there are," he said.
"I've worn handcuffs before but never chains."
"Uh, you think you should try it?"
"Yes, I want to. With you here to help me. Do me real good."
"You want to do it yourself?"
"Maybe later, if you don't mind lending me your, uh, equipment."
He still had two sets of keys at home. The third in his pocket. Rick had taken or lost the other pair.
"OK, how do you want to be tied, or chained?"
"Like ... " and she stopped. She did not want to bring up the other day. "With my hands behind me chained to my feet."
He didn't have the short chain, but a snap-hook did just as well. Locking each end of the long chain to an ankle, only leaving just about seven or eight inches between them, and double-locking the handcuffs (he explained to her what that was. She knew it but pretended to be surprised), and clipping the two chains together, she was ready. "I could have put a handcuff chain thru the leg chain and then you couldn't get your legs loose with the clip," he said. She asked him to do it like that. He did. Now she was completely helpless, in a bikini, immobile, and at his mercy.
She rolled around on the floor, getting into it. Her breasts looked like they might come out of the top. Michael thought about what would happen if someone untied her top. Then she'd lose it if she tried to roll or scoot away and wouldn't be able to put it on. That idea intrigued him.
"Ok," he said, "I think it's time to let you go." He unlocked the little ankle locks and was about to unlock her handcuffs, but she said she wanted to try to stand. She did, easily, still feeling helpless and sexy, a girl being led around in a bikini with her hands locked behind her. Both of them knew that there was no way for her to get her hands in front. He could tell by the way her wrists came down only to about the top of her butt; she knew it because she'd tried it.
"No, don't unlock me yet, let me walk around like this. In fact, lead me around like I'm your prisoner."
"You like this?" he said.
"Yeah, it's fun. With you."
So he led her up to the kitchen, around the living room, up to the upstairs, the keys in his pocket. She was really enjoying it, trying to get her hands free, not fighting but struggling a little. She told him not to worry about grooves on her wrists. Finally he insisted on letting her out of the cuffs.
They talked about different games they'd played, how to determine who gets tied up or or how or what to wear, how much trouble it was to find a place to play, and so on. She wanted to be tied up one more time. He really didn't want to but, since he didn't have to be home for another hour and a half, and she begged him. Finally she said, "If you want me to, I'll tie you up afterwards. But only if you want me to."
In the basement, he found one of the floor joists, actually several of them, which had holes drilled through them, a little over an inch in diameter. He got an idea.
Tying her hands in front of her, he tied them over her head. She said she loved that position. Simple and effective. He adde more ropes. Then he tied her knees so she couldn't kick. He blindfolded her. He threatened to tickle her.
"No, please Michael, no tickling. No, now I mean it. Please please don't tickle me. I'll do anything." He touched her tummy just a little bit. She squirmed and twisted, unable to avoid the fingers. Michael himself was not very ticklish at all, for some reason. He never had been.
Michael grinned. He was thinking about asking her to let him play with Terri down here. "Anything?" he asked.
She responded quietly. "If you don't tickle me, I'll let you untie the top of my bathing suit."
He didn't know what to think. "But then it would fall off."
Please, no tickling please.
He thought he could untie it anyway with her like this, but of course that would land him in seriously boiling water. He was about to have her permission.
"So if I promise not to tickle you ...." he said.
She hesitated just a minute. "Then you can untie my top and see my boobs."
She was breathing really heavy, not scared or crying or anything. He made his promise, walked behind her. He hesitated, thinking. Did he really want to do this? Yes, he did. And he thought she wanted to, too. He untied both bows at the same time and her top fell to her feet. She slowly turned around.
He stared at her boobs for a long time. Firm, not much droop at all, but of course the only boobs he'd ever seen were in a girly mag and most of those were bigger. He decided he liked Leanna's breasts because they didn't have those huge pink things around the nipples that covered up the whole thing. The nipples poked out nicely.
She then pretended to try to escape. Actually, she really did, but he'd been too smart and tied the knots where she couldn't reach, and used two pieces of rope. She wasn't particularly stretched, but her wrists were almost completely against the wood, and her elbows bent only a little, not enough to put her elbows in front of her boobs, for example.
After about ten minutes she gave up, meaning, he took it, that she wanted to be freed. He didn't know how to put her top on exactly, not wanting to have to touch her there and make her mad perhaps, so he just untied her from the overhead and untied her wrists. She pulled off her own blindfold, covering her breasts with her arms now that she was free, leaning down to pick up the top. She held it.
"You didn't grab my boobs or touch them."
"Naw, that wouldn't be right," he said.
"You are such a sweet boy." and she hugged him through his t-shirt without putting her top on first, and then turned and walked back upstairs as she begin to tie the bikini top on. "I'll let you feel boobs some day soon."
He waited a polite minute or two before following.
"You want me to tie you up?" she asked.
"Naw there's not enough time," he replied, though the idea intrigued him. He would rather Terri do it. Or even Leanna could tie both of them up. Together! Wow, that's something new to think about.
"Michael, thank you for playing with me. I haven't played tie up in a long long time."
"Yeah. Well, we're both good at keeping secrets, right?"
"Right. We have to be. Listen, I'm off work on Wednesday and Thursday next week. Can you come over on Thursday? I have to clean up the house Wednesday.
Michael pretended to think about it. "Sure, unless Terri wants to go somewhere or do something."
Leanna though of "doing something" and smiled. She could see Terri tying up the boy. She had no idea it had already happened.
"Sure. Call me. You have my number. Oh, and you asked for Terri's number at her parents' house. I'll write it down for you."
* * * * *
Sure enough, on Wednesday Michael and Terri went riding their bikes. No tie ups, though they talked about it a bit. There was talk about school; Terri would be in junior high school and Michael was telling her all about changing classes and some of the teachers and how the place was laid out, even drawing a little map of part of the school in the dirt. It started looking like rain and they rode to their homes, finding a place to kiss and hug some before they parted.
Wednesday night Leanna called and asked for Michael. She said she wanted help with moving some furniture around. Michael said he'd be there and she told him he'd left some stuff behind. He knew what she meant and resolved to bring one of his spare sets of keys, one for the handcuffs and one for the little padlocks.
On Thursday, of course, it was raining cats and dogs. But she met him in her car and drove it into her garage.
"It's my turn to tie you up," she said. He blushed but agreed. "OK you have to get dressed for it." He didn't have anything else to wear. "Oh, I'll find you something."
She came downstairs with a pair of scissors and a pair of old gray sweat pants. They looked too small for him but when he tried them on they fit, though snugly, and the elastic at the ankles was too high. She marked them with a pen and when he put them on again they were quite short. He was glad he was wearing the bikini type briefs under them so his white waistband wouldn't show. He considered always wearing his speedos under his pants if there was a next time. Barefoot, and at her insistance shirtless, he put his hands behind his back.
She tied him expertly, the tall woman, dressed in her low-cut top and low-rise slacks, deliberately bending over in front of him. She found he was quite flexable and, warning him to tell her if she hurt him the least bit, tied his hands behind him, tied his elbows back almost touching, and then tied his ankles and knees, on the carpet in her basement. It smelled clean; well, she'd probably cleaned it yesterday when she was cleaning her house. It was raining outside, a thunderstorm, and twice the electricity flickered but didn't go out. Just enough so she'd have to reset all the electric clocks.
She didn't gag him as she'd thought she might; like him she didn't know how to make a good gag except maybe with duct tape and that would be too harsh, she thought. She blindfolded him securely, however.
He rolled around on the floor, she prodding him a bit with her fingers. She kept telling him what a pretty boy he was and a sweet boy and how nice he looked. She stroked his chest which, of course, made him a bit uncomfortable, but also gave him a stiffy. Damn reflexes anyway, always when you don't want them.
She was about to make a comment about his nuts not being hurt too bad, but didn't. The erection, visible under the pants, was evidence, the thought. She hugged him and wrestled around with him some, he unable to wrestle back, teased him about being completely helpless. She kissed his cheek. He was trying to stay on his belly as much as he could, mostly because he didn't know how much his stiffy would show. Just a 13 year old boy, but even a four-and-a-half-inch boner would show in the tight little cutoffs and the nylon briefs he wore.
"Now you stay right here, I have to go upstairs for a minute," she said.
He rolled around, trying to get loose, and as the minute turned into two, then three, then four, then ten, he wondered when she was coming back. He trusted her, of course, after all, hadn't she let him see her boobs? Besides, this was fun!
Footsteps. Returning. She rolled him on his back (thankfully the stiffy had subsided somewhat) and untied his knees then his legs. "You know what would be really nice? Really exciting? If someone took away the rest of your clothes."
He laughed, "No it wouldn't."
"Yes it would," she said. But she didn't. Then there was touching on his chest and belly. And then some kisses. And he squirmed and tried not to get a stiffy. But the touching and kissing were too much for him. He tried to stand, only to be held down. Then he struggled, not in anger or fear, but embarassment. After all, she'd seen him naked before. But not now, not here, not with her, not with a woman!
"No please not that," he said, embarassed but not frightened. His shorts were removed, pulled down his legs, leaving him in only his little undies. Damn he wished he'd worn his speedo trunks.
Then his blindfold was taken off. He blinked. It was Terri. A door shut at the top of the stairs. Leanna had gone.
"Now you are all mine," Terri said. "Aunt Leanna tied you up just for me and she says I can do anything I want with you, anything at all. And she promised she wouldn't come down here until supper time."
"No, I didn't. But Aunt Leanna was talking yesterday about playing tie up games when she was a girl and asked me if I'd like to tie you up sometime. Of course, I said yes!"
Michael squirmed, wanting to hug her, and maybe get the shorts back on. But Terri, in her bikini, a blue one this time, just lay atop him and kissed him and told him how much she liked his shirt off and him tied up and almost naked and that she wanted him like that.
And then she pulled his briefs off, leaving him naked with his arms tied behind him. "You don't get away from me," she said. And there was more hugging and kissing and squirming. "And when I let you go, it'll be MY turn to get tied up."
* * * * *
Michael and Terri had a passionate love affair, with their tie-up games as a significant factor, all the way through high school. And they still haven't gone "all the way."
Authors love hearing from their fans.