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It had actually sent messages out,expressing Mankind's goodwill,hoping to make new friends. Unfortunately,this hadn't worked,as the sudden arrival of the Sanna invaders,had caught the Human race totally off-guard.

The Sanna had ruthlessly killed millions,and showed no mercy at all. The people of Earth now knew,it was far better to die,than to fall into Sanna hands.

This was especially true to the young women of Earth,as the Sanna humanoids eagerly sought to kidnap the girls,for their own sexual desires.

And many had fallen victim to this. Not one of the abducted women,was ever seen again. Good Wi-Fi, bad Wi-Fi.

It is great to have Wi-Fi,but the system isn't perfect. I have lost connection loads of times,be it at home or at work. Very annoying when it happens at home , especially when you're paying for it.

Saturday, 22 October Pretty Models in Bondage. Normally,I prefer to watch scenes in either tv shows or films,which show a pretty actress bound and gagged.

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Monday, 10 October Maria Cotiello tied up and tape gagged new version. Well,it seems to have worked this time.

I think I managed to copy and paste. And yes,I'm still a dinosaur at these things Anyway,let's hope this video will be up forever.

Maria is a very pretty actress,especially when she's bound and gagged! Schoolgirl distress. I'm always on the hunt to find and watch scenes,that show a pretty actress wearing a schoolgirl uniform,who gets bound and gagged.

I haven't found much,as they're so rare,just like an actress wearing a military uniform in the same predicament. The actress' name is Maria Costiello,and I totally love this.

Sadly,I can't seem to post the video,which is somewhat strange,so I'll post a couple of pictures of her instead. Weird,considering it let me post other videos here.

Nothing showed up in the search results,but will keep trying. Sunday, 9 October Saving Lois. I'm always a big fan of Superman,and not just to admire his fantastic,superhuman powers,but also,he will help anybody that needs it.

Needless to say,he will always be there to rescue Daily Planet journalist:Lois Lane. I really like Amy Adams,who plays her. She definitely has the charisma,and the onscreen presence.

Although Amy wasn't bound and gagged in either Man of Steel and Batman v Superman,she did get a nice handgag in the latter when she was kidnapped by Lex Luthor's thugs,and she was in distress more than once.

Brilliant fight in Batman v Superman. I'm still a bit uncertain on how to post a YouTube video here,but will give it a try.

The scene is one of the very few favourites in the film, as I still hate the idea of two good guys fighting each other.

I'll try to post the video soon. Bossman Bossman is still one of my favourite damsel in distress artists. I found him on Deviant Art, and instantly loved his pictures.

Below is one of my favourites, as I like the girl wearing the red shirt,who is supposed to be the bank manager, bound and gagged by the thieves.

From Geekling. One of my favourite artists I found on Deviant Art,is a chap called Geekling. He's from the Philippines, and I have commissioned him several times before.

Here's one picture he did for me,and I love all the pictures he's done for me. Saturday, 8 October Man of Steel 2. Whilst I will always utterly despise Batman v Superman, I was very pleased to hear they're going to make a sequel to Man of Steel.

My favourite damsel in distress sites and authors. I'm always on the hunt, to find more damsel in distress stories. I love reading them,especially when I find willing authors, who will write for free.

Two of my favourite sites are:Jebsadventurebound. KP has been most gracious to me, writing four requested stories for me.

One didn't go down too well, due to the adult content in it,and I had asked for female schoolgirl characters,to be bound and gagged.

The critics just ignored my request that I had asked KP,to write the female schoolgirls ages past 18 years old. So,I was perfectly happy with it.

Too bad to those that weren't. Anyway, I am a huge fan of KP's Objects of Beauty, where he writes many a pretty girl, getting kidnapped, bound and gagged, then being sold into slavery.

I have loved every one of those stories, except when ballgags, and one or two other details what I don't like.

However, I'm still a frequent visitor to KPpresents, and eagerly look forward to the next Objects of Beauty story.

In fact,I have asked KP for one,and hope he will kindly oblige. Jeb doesn't seem to be really active on his site much, but I'm always there. There are some fantastic stories there.

Another site is Deviant Art. She also knew that we kept a stock of old scarves and socks for that express purpose, so we were sent upstairs to fetch the necessary supplies.

The standard tie-up that had been devised by Karen and me, made practical by our mother and refined by our Aunt Lizzie had become a matter of routine.

We talked Annie through the correct way to apply it: wrists protected by mittens and bound behind our backs with worn-out black winter stockings, ankles tied with a long sock, legs tied with short scarves below and above our knees and long scarves wound around our upper arms and chests.

Our gags were old muslin nappy diaper liners pulled between our teeth and knotted behind our heads. Once she was satisfied that we were safely immobilised and not about to cause any more trouble, Annie left us sitting at opposite ends of the lounge sofa and went back to work.

Alas, not having the benefit of the practice that our mother and Aunt Lizzie had gained, her tying was not all it could have been. Our gags were quite secure and the knots were impervious to mitten-clad fingers and they were tight enough that we couldn't just pull them out of each other's mouths.

However, as Karen and I were attempting to get each other's gags loose, I realised that my wrists were not tied quite as tightly as they would have been had my Mum or Aunt Lizzie tied them.

The scarf around my arms and chest was very tight, just as I had instructed Annie when she was tying me up, so I had very little freedom to do the necessary pulling with one hand and pushing with the other to get free.

I grunted through my gag to get Karen's attention and turned my back on her so she could see what I was trying to do. She quickly turned around and shuffled herself along the sofa so that we were back to back.

I felt her hook her thumbs through my wrist binding and then we pulled in opposite directions while I wriggled my wrists to try to persuade them to slide through the knotted stocking.

It was slow progress and was fairly rough on my hands, but, with perseverance, my hands were free within about five minutes. Once I had use of my hands, naturally everything else followed quickly and it wasn't long before Karen and I were both completely untied.

We went into the dining room to report our success to Annie. Our cousin's response was a strange mixture of emotions.

She was annoyed at being disturbed just when she believed that she had the peace she had been desperate for but she was also astonished and curious to know how we had managed to escape.

I think she was also genuinely impressed at our prowess and enterprise in getting loose. Karen and I were quite prepared to go another round with Annie, so we readily agreed to being tied up again and led the way back to the lounge.

Annie paused for a moment as she worked out how to forestall another escape. Part of the fun of being tied up together was that we could see each other's predicament and our struggles, so we elected to be tied up 'a bit more', whatever that turned out to be.

Annie started by restoring our gags, now cold, damp and rather unpleasant. She tied our wrists next, protected by our mittens, crossed behind our backs and secured with old black woollen stockings, exactly as before.

My wrist binding was noticeably tighter than before and I assumed that the same would also be true for Karen. The long scarves were wound around our arms and chests once more and again Annie tied them much tighter than her first effort.

The only change from our 'standard' tie-up was that Annie omitted the long socks used to tie our ankles. She deployed the two short scarves that had previously been used on each of us to tie our legs above and below our knees differently; she used them to tie our legs together at the ankles and just below the knees, carefully cinching each binding.

We were sitting perched on the edge of the sofa at this stage. Annie rearranged us so that we were at opposite ends of the sofa, facing each other with our legs stretched out on the cushions.

She moved Karen's legs so that they were on top of mine then used one of the unused socks to attach Karen's ankle binding to my knee binding and the other to attach her knee binding to my ankle binding.

It was a two-seat sofa, so it was quite a good length for two fairly small children to occupy it in this way, with the arms of the sofa providing back support.

Satisfied that her troublesome cousins weren't about to go anywhere, Annie left the room, favouring us, as she went, with a grin that quite clearly said, "Gotcha!

On the face of it, Karen and I were completely stuck. With our legs tied together in this way, neither of us could do anything to free the other either with fingers or teeth and would possibly have been just as helpless even without our gags and the mittens covering our fingers.

As a matter of principle, we both struggled anyway. Our wrists were tied far too tightly this time to have any chance of wriggling out of the stockings bound around them.

Our gags were also too tight to work free of, no matter how much twisting of necks and pushing with tongues we employed. We tried to see if we could pull our legs free of their bindings, but sitting on a sofa with our hands tied behind our backs, we had nothing to hang onto and all that happened was that we slid towards each other as our legs bent.

Eventually, by mutual unspoken agreement, we gave up struggling and just sat looking at each other. It was fun to be tied up and know that we were completely helpless, but at the same time frustrating that Annie had defeated us.

After ten minutes or so, I saw Karen's eyes widen and what might have been a grin, if she hadn't been gagged, spread across her face.

She had clearly thought of something; I could almost see the lightbulb floating above her head. Karen started shuffling herself towards the edge of the sofa.

Of course, she wasn't able to get far as her legs were tied to mine. I still didn't know what her brainwave was, but it was obvious that she wanted us off the sofa, so I started shuffling in the same direction.

I stopped when Karen made an urgent-sounding grunt through her gag. She was shaking her head; clearly I needed to follow her lead more carefully and not just guess what the next move should be.

I sat still and waited for the next prompt from Karen. She turned her body towards the back of the sofa, as if to roll over onto her side.

I realised the reason for the initial move; it had been to minimise the risk of falling off the sofa while rolling over. I followed suit, getting into an uncomfortable position twisted sideways with my weight supported by one bound arm against the arm of the sofa.

Karen kept on rolling and I followed until we were face-down on the sofa. While the sofa was a good length to sit as Annie had left us, it wasn't nearly long enough for us to lie flat along its length.

Accordingly, Karen's feet and knees were on the seat cushions and mine were on top of hers, but our upper bodies were bent back, with our chests against the arms of the sofa.

Hips don't bend backwards, not very far anyway, so the position was extremely uncomfortable. I could still feel movement, so it was obvious that Karen still hadn't finished rearranging herself.

I craned my head around to see what she was doing. Using her shoulder and elbow, Karen was 'walking' herself upright against the sofa's backrest.

It was clearly hard work as the grunts emerging from under her gag testified. It was a slow process, but she eventually succeeded in getting herself completely upright and kneeling on the seat cushions.

It was obvious that I had to do the same. It proved to be every bit as difficult as I had anticipated. With my arms tightly bound to my sides with a scarf, it was difficult to gain any purchase or to make more than a fraction of an inch progress at each step.

My stability was also severely compromised by the fact that my weight wasn't on the seat cushions like Karen, but on her legs.

The pressure of my knees on her heels and Achilles tendons must have been very unpleasant. Nevertheless after several long minutes of struggling, I was able to get myself upright.

Very carefully, Karen and I edged towards each other, trying not to overbalance precipitously, until our backs were in contact. It was now possible for us to reach each other's bound hands behind our backs.

I'm not sure if we really could have freed each other because it was at that point that Annie came back into the lounge to tell us that she had finished her work and to untie us.

She stopped dead as she entered the room and stared at us in open -mouthed disbelief, having fully and not unreasonably expected to find us in exactly the position she had left us in.

Still shaking her head in astonishment, Annie set about freeing us. Unbeknown to Annie, Karen and I had been unsuccessfully lobbying our Mum for some time to allow us to tie each other up with rope.

We had also experimented with tying each other to chairs, but with limited success using the usual bundle of scarves, socks and old stockings.

Annie's words therefore sounded to us more like the promise of a treat than the light-hearted threat she had intended. The next time a Dance Friday came around, probably either a week or a fortnight later, Annie arrived with a bulging schoolbag.

The evening meal was a fairly hurried affair as Annie wanted to get Timothy off to bed as quickly as possible and to make a start on her evening's work.

Karen and I helped by washing and drying the plates and cutlery while Annie saw to Timothy's bath and read him a bedtime story.

Annie looked at us quizzically. She pulled out two bundles of thin brown rope and a handful of handkerchiefs. In our bedroom we had a low writing desk which we shared and each had a small chair suitably sized for pre-teens to do their homework.

We had already selected these as ideal chairs to be tied to. We had worked out that rope would probably rougher on our wrists and ankles than scarves and stockings.

A few minutes later, we were sitting side by side on our desk chairs in the lounge facing the television, which Annie had switched on.

The chairs were miniature versions of Windsor chairs with arched wooden backs set into solid wooden seats.

The legs were set into the underside of the seats and splayed out in the traditional style. A wooden brace linked the legs on each side of the chair and these braces were in turn linked by a single brace, so that the legs of each chair was linked and reinforced by a wooden letter H.

Annie started by tying Karen's wrists together behind the back of the chair. I was surprised at the enormous length of rope that she seemed to be using; there was a huge pile of it on the floor.

Annie took the extreme end of the rope and wound it several times around my sister's wrists then between them to cinch those wraps.

Finally, she formed a knot to secure the binding. I was intrigued at the way Annie managed to do all the manipulation using only the end of the rope and avoided having to thread the entire length through the knot to tie it.

When she finished, there was a tail of about six inches sticking out of the knot. Annie gathered the trailing mass of rope into a coil that she could hold in one hand.

She brought the coil around Karen's waist and the chair twice, paying out rope as she went. Making sure these turns were pulled snug, Annie looped the rope over Karen's wrist binding, passing the coil to herself between Karen's arms to do so.

Once she was satisfied that wrists and waist were secure, Annie brought her coil of rope down to the junction of the left back leg of the chair with the brace linking it to the front leg.

She wound it around the leg twice, once below and once above the brace, then brought the rope forward to Karen's left leg, which she lashed to the front leg of the chair with several turns of rope, again passing some below the brace between the chair legs and some above.

As I watched, I realised that this would eliminate any chance of escape by tipping the chair and working the rope down over the bottom of the chair leg.

Annie repeated the procedure with Karen's right leg then brought the much-diminished coil of rope to the back right leg of the chair where she wound it around the leg, above and below the brace as before, until she judged that she had the right amount left.

She finished off by tying the end of the rope to the tail that she had left sticking out of the knot in Karen's wrist binding.

Once Karen was secure, Annie repeated the procedure on me. I was immediately impressed at how much more secure rope felt than the soft materials I had been tied up with hitherto.

I was used to there being a slight give in bindings, no matter how firmly they were tied; with rope there was none. I was also pleased that we had chosen to wear heavy socks as well as mittens for this escapade; the rope on my ankles felt as if it would have been very uncomfortable indeed on my relatively thin woollen tights.

Annie completed our imprisonment by gagging us. She shook out and then balled up a handkerchief, which she stuffed into Karen's mouth, securing it with a second handkerchief folded into a band, pulled back between her teeth and knotted behind her head.

I received the same treatment. Content that we were successfully immobilised and silenced, Annie kissed each of us on the top of the head and left us to watch television.

Now we were alone, Karen and I explored the limits of our freedom. I was amazed at how constricted I felt. The way Annie had anchored our wrist bindings meant that I had surprisingly little movement in our upper bodies, despite only being tied to the chair-back at waist level; I could lean left or right a little , but had almost no freedom to lean forwards.

I could also move my knees left and right to a small degree, but anything beyond that caused my ankle bindings to tighten dramatically.

Other than that, I could move my head and wiggle my fingers inside my mittens, but that was about it. It was obvious from the most cursory examination of our bonds, that escape was completely out of the question.

After a brief struggle, largely to prove to ourselves that we really were helpless prisoners, Karen and I sat in companionable enforced silence watching television, occasionally glancing at each other and thoroughly enjoying our predicament.

After we had been tied up a little over an hour, Annie came back into the lounge. Although, it had been enormous fun being tied up, it felt good to be free again.

While Karen and I stretched our cramped limbs, Annie made cups of cocoa for us all. After we had drunk it, my sister and I went to bed well satisfied with our evening's escapade.

Almost as soon as she was through the door, we asked if she would need to work that evening. She was very apologetic, but confirmed that, if at all possible, she really needed to spend an hour or so with her books.

Karen and I were, of course, delighted and made sure that we were ready just as soon as Timothy had been put to bed.

Annie tied us up in exactly the same way that she had before, but somehow, although we still enjoyed the experience, it wasn't quite as much fun the second time around.

Possibly the novelty of being authentically tied to chairs with rope, just like in books and films, was what had made the previous time such a thrill.

By the time Annie untied us, I was getting just a little bit bored. Karen confirmed that she felt the same way when we compared notes afterwards.

When Annie arrived for the Dance Friday after that, she once again had her schoolbag with her and it was obviously well filled with books. Once Timothy was tucked up in bed, Annie told Karen and me that she had a favour to ask.

Karen and I were not particularly enthusiastic, but if Annie really needed the peace and quiet and we could help her like that, we were willing to co-operate, so, just a little reluctantly, we agreed to her request.

Privately, I was puzzled as I was sure that Annie had told us her exams were imminent the last time she had tied us up. I was sure they must already have happened.

With the experience of the previous evenings, it took only a few minutes for Annie to have us securely tied to our chairs in front of the television and gagged.

Any attempt to escape was utterly futile and we knew it, so after squirming around to find the most comfortable position in our ropes, Karen and I settled down to wait out the hour or so that Annie had asked for.

Less than five minutes after Karen and I had been trussed up, Timothy came downstairs.

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Her mother was already down in the kitchen fixing her own breakfast. That wasn't surprising. Both mother and daughter were morning people by nature, and despite the summer break, were up before 7 AM most mornings.

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Comments Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In. Good story. I love the role reversal scenario when kids tie up and gag adult lady.

Do you have a sequel? Cute story. Love it. Keep the good work. CreeppingDeath Student General Artist. I really do love the story hehe.

I bet you had loads of fun. PackersFan2 Hobbyist. This is a great story. No bondage story ever beats this one.

I wish I could write one like this. Glad you enjoyed it thanks for the compliment. I'm not entirely sure what that's meant to mean I simply cannot believe this is real.

Like I actually can't believe it. No matter how hard I tell myself that it is, there's way too much going on here. As for the writing, it was good and explained the scenario well, and that's about all I have to say.

I can assure you that it did happen. The actress' name is Maria Costiello,and I totally love this. Sadly,I can't seem to post the video,which is somewhat strange,so I'll post a couple of pictures of her instead.

Weird,considering it let me post other videos here. Nothing showed up in the search results,but will keep trying.

Sunday, 9 October Saving Lois. I'm always a big fan of Superman,and not just to admire his fantastic,superhuman powers,but also,he will help anybody that needs it.

Needless to say,he will always be there to rescue Daily Planet journalist:Lois Lane. I really like Amy Adams,who plays her. She definitely has the charisma,and the onscreen presence.

Although Amy wasn't bound and gagged in either Man of Steel and Batman v Superman,she did get a nice handgag in the latter when she was kidnapped by Lex Luthor's thugs,and she was in distress more than once.

Brilliant fight in Batman v Superman. I'm still a bit uncertain on how to post a YouTube video here,but will give it a try. The scene is one of the very few favourites in the film, as I still hate the idea of two good guys fighting each other.

I'll try to post the video soon. Bossman Bossman is still one of my favourite damsel in distress artists.

I found him on Deviant Art, and instantly loved his pictures. Below is one of my favourites, as I like the girl wearing the red shirt,who is supposed to be the bank manager, bound and gagged by the thieves.

From Geekling. One of my favourite artists I found on Deviant Art,is a chap called Geekling. He's from the Philippines, and I have commissioned him several times before.

Here's one picture he did for me,and I love all the pictures he's done for me. Saturday, 8 October Man of Steel 2.

Whilst I will always utterly despise Batman v Superman, I was very pleased to hear they're going to make a sequel to Man of Steel.

My favourite damsel in distress sites and authors. I'm always on the hunt, to find more damsel in distress stories.

I love reading them,especially when I find willing authors, who will write for free. Two of my favourite sites are:Jebsadventurebound.

KP has been most gracious to me, writing four requested stories for me. One didn't go down too well, due to the adult content in it,and I had asked for female schoolgirl characters,to be bound and gagged.

The critics just ignored my request that I had asked KP,to write the female schoolgirls ages past 18 years old. So,I was perfectly happy with it.

Too bad to those that weren't. Anyway, I am a huge fan of KP's Objects of Beauty, where he writes many a pretty girl, getting kidnapped, bound and gagged, then being sold into slavery.

I have loved every one of those stories, except when ballgags, and one or two other details what I don't like. However, I'm still a frequent visitor to KPpresents, and eagerly look forward to the next Objects of Beauty story.

In fact,I have asked KP for one,and hope he will kindly oblige. Jeb doesn't seem to be really active on his site much, but I'm always there.

There are some fantastic stories there. Another site is Deviant Art. I'm there every day, as there's loads of damsel in distress stuff there,ranging from pictures and stories.

Many people have done me favours there, and I have built up quite a collection. Two of my favourite authors there are:David presents and Achast, who are fantastic, damsel in distress writers, and have written me more than one story.

The legs were set into the underside of the seats and splayed out in the traditional style. A wooden brace linked the legs on each side of the chair and these braces were in turn linked by a single brace, so that the legs of each chair was linked and reinforced by a wooden letter H.

Annie started by tying Karen's wrists together behind the back of the chair. I was surprised at the enormous length of rope that she seemed to be using; there was a huge pile of it on the floor.

Annie took the extreme end of the rope and wound it several times around my sister's wrists then between them to cinch those wraps.

Finally, she formed a knot to secure the binding. I was intrigued at the way Annie managed to do all the manipulation using only the end of the rope and avoided having to thread the entire length through the knot to tie it.

When she finished, there was a tail of about six inches sticking out of the knot. Annie gathered the trailing mass of rope into a coil that she could hold in one hand.

She brought the coil around Karen's waist and the chair twice, paying out rope as she went. Making sure these turns were pulled snug, Annie looped the rope over Karen's wrist binding, passing the coil to herself between Karen's arms to do so.

Once she was satisfied that wrists and waist were secure, Annie brought her coil of rope down to the junction of the left back leg of the chair with the brace linking it to the front leg.

She wound it around the leg twice, once below and once above the brace, then brought the rope forward to Karen's left leg, which she lashed to the front leg of the chair with several turns of rope, again passing some below the brace between the chair legs and some above.

As I watched, I realised that this would eliminate any chance of escape by tipping the chair and working the rope down over the bottom of the chair leg.

Annie repeated the procedure with Karen's right leg then brought the much-diminished coil of rope to the back right leg of the chair where she wound it around the leg, above and below the brace as before, until she judged that she had the right amount left.

She finished off by tying the end of the rope to the tail that she had left sticking out of the knot in Karen's wrist binding.

Once Karen was secure, Annie repeated the procedure on me. I was immediately impressed at how much more secure rope felt than the soft materials I had been tied up with hitherto.

I was used to there being a slight give in bindings, no matter how firmly they were tied; with rope there was none. I was also pleased that we had chosen to wear heavy socks as well as mittens for this escapade; the rope on my ankles felt as if it would have been very uncomfortable indeed on my relatively thin woollen tights.

Annie completed our imprisonment by gagging us. She shook out and then balled up a handkerchief, which she stuffed into Karen's mouth, securing it with a second handkerchief folded into a band, pulled back between her teeth and knotted behind her head.

I received the same treatment. Content that we were successfully immobilised and silenced, Annie kissed each of us on the top of the head and left us to watch television.

Now we were alone, Karen and I explored the limits of our freedom. I was amazed at how constricted I felt. The way Annie had anchored our wrist bindings meant that I had surprisingly little movement in our upper bodies, despite only being tied to the chair-back at waist level; I could lean left or right a little , but had almost no freedom to lean forwards.

I could also move my knees left and right to a small degree, but anything beyond that caused my ankle bindings to tighten dramatically.

Other than that, I could move my head and wiggle my fingers inside my mittens, but that was about it. It was obvious from the most cursory examination of our bonds, that escape was completely out of the question.

After a brief struggle, largely to prove to ourselves that we really were helpless prisoners, Karen and I sat in companionable enforced silence watching television, occasionally glancing at each other and thoroughly enjoying our predicament.

After we had been tied up a little over an hour, Annie came back into the lounge. Although, it had been enormous fun being tied up, it felt good to be free again.

While Karen and I stretched our cramped limbs, Annie made cups of cocoa for us all. After we had drunk it, my sister and I went to bed well satisfied with our evening's escapade.

Almost as soon as she was through the door, we asked if she would need to work that evening. She was very apologetic, but confirmed that, if at all possible, she really needed to spend an hour or so with her books.

Karen and I were, of course, delighted and made sure that we were ready just as soon as Timothy had been put to bed.

Annie tied us up in exactly the same way that she had before, but somehow, although we still enjoyed the experience, it wasn't quite as much fun the second time around.

Possibly the novelty of being authentically tied to chairs with rope, just like in books and films, was what had made the previous time such a thrill.

By the time Annie untied us, I was getting just a little bit bored. Karen confirmed that she felt the same way when we compared notes afterwards.

When Annie arrived for the Dance Friday after that, she once again had her schoolbag with her and it was obviously well filled with books.

Once Timothy was tucked up in bed, Annie told Karen and me that she had a favour to ask. Karen and I were not particularly enthusiastic, but if Annie really needed the peace and quiet and we could help her like that, we were willing to co-operate, so, just a little reluctantly, we agreed to her request.

Privately, I was puzzled as I was sure that Annie had told us her exams were imminent the last time she had tied us up. I was sure they must already have happened.

With the experience of the previous evenings, it took only a few minutes for Annie to have us securely tied to our chairs in front of the television and gagged.

Any attempt to escape was utterly futile and we knew it, so after squirming around to find the most comfortable position in our ropes, Karen and I settled down to wait out the hour or so that Annie had asked for.

Less than five minutes after Karen and I had been trussed up, Timothy came downstairs. I have no idea what the reason was; possibly he just wasn't sleepy and was looking for some company or attention.

His eyes widened when he saw Karen and me tied up. I think he knew that Annie had tied us up previously, so he knew immediately what had happened.

He went running off to find her and we could hear his demand quite clearly. Timothy had an ambivalent view of Karen's and my enjoyment of our tie-up games.

Several times he had requested us to tie him up, but it was obvious that he hated it and he would demand to be set free as soon as we had finished tying him, or sometimes even before that.

It was as if he wanted to be included in our games and could persuade himself that he would enjoy it, even though he never liked the end result.

In this case, I think he just felt that he was being left out of a treat that Annie was giving his sisters but denying him. We heard Annie trying to convince Timothy that he wouldn't like being tied up and that he ought to go back to bed, but the more she argued, the more determined he became to have his own way.

Finally, she led him into the lounge and ordered him to sit on the sofa. She disappeared out of the room, returning a few minutes later with another coil of rope.

I don't know why she had extra on hand; Karen and I were quite efficiently immobilised with the amount of rope she had already used on us. She also had a pair of socks, which she pulled over Timothy's hands, and a handkerchief, which was obviously intended as a gag.

Annie instructed Timothy to stand up and to put his hands behind his back. She tied his wrists in much the same way that she had Karen's and mine: wrapping rope around them and cinching between them, working with the extreme end of the rope.

Annie gathered up the pile of rope on the floor into a coil and started wrapping it around Timothy's arms and chest.

The rope spiralled around him up to shoulder level and down again. She hitched it around Timothy's wrist binding then helped him sit on the sofa again.

Once again, Annie started winding the rope around our brother, this time spiralling in down his legs to lash them together.

When she had about two feet of rope left, she used it to form a neat binding, securely wrapped around and cinched between Timothy's ankles.

Annie folded the handkerchief into a band, pulled it between my brother's teeth and knotted it at the back of his head. Lastly, she lifted his feet off the floor, swivelled him around and laid him along the length of the sofa.

I was expecting Timothy to start thrashing around and trying to break free as soon as Annie had left him, but I was surprised to see him settle down quite quickly after some squirming to convince himself that he really was securely bound hand and foot.

The remainder of the evening might well have passed uneventfully had the adults' arrangements not fallen through.

It seems that my parents, Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Alf had gone to their chosen venue for the evening, only to discover that the dance had been cancelled.

They had booked a table for a meal, so they ate together as planned, but rather than go somewhere else for a dance, they had a drink and decided to end their evening early.

Karen and I had been tied up for perhaps half an hour when we heard the front door being unlocked. My mother and Aunt Lizzie were first into the house, chatting and laughing together until they reached the lounge door.

My Mum stopped dead, staring open-mouthed at the sight of her three children bound and gagged. Aunt Lizzie took a look over her sister's shoulder then stormed off in search of her daughter.

A few seconds later, she dragged Annie into the lounge. My mother had, in the mean time shaken herself out of her shocked paralysis.

She had removed Timothy's gag and was trying to work out where to start to untie him. Annie complied as quickly as she could, slightly hampered by her hands shaking with fear.

My mother ungagged Karen and me but left the ropes to Annie. Aunt Lizzie's temper was terrifying, with the result that Timothy, Karen and I were all quickly in tears.

We understood that Annie was is trouble but couldn't work out if we were too, and, if so with whom and how deeply. In the event, there was little they could do to quell the pandemonium that was going on so they sensibly stood by and watched.

As soon as all three children were free, Aunt Lizzie sent Annie to collect her things, then led my Mum out of the room.

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