In Their Own
Words – Go-Go Again
It’s been a
while since we covered stories from the time of the go-go boot here on In Their
Own Words, but they are always worthy of a second visit. We start with the generational tale of Sue…
It was actually
the day of my first communion, so I was wearing a new white dress – knee
length, with puffed sleeves and a knee length skirt, as well as white tights
and shoes. I also had a lace scarf tied
over my blonde hair.
It was a warm
spring day, and Mom was wearing a light grey and white coat dress, with awing
collar, and her tight knee length brown leather boots. Grandma was also with us, wearing her blue
sleeveless dress, but Pops was at his job as a police officer.
I don’t
remember too much of the day, even though I was with all my classmates, but I
remember what happened when Mom drove us home.
I remember because when we walked into the house, there was a man there
– a man wearing an orange set of overalls, who was as surprised to see us as we
were to see him.
But then he
grabbed a knife – we were in the kitchen – and then took hold of me as he asked
Mom if we had any rope or twine. I was
scared, but Grandma said I would be all right, as Mom went to a drawer and took
out a roll of twine which she used on our Sunday roasts.
The man made us
walk into the front room, and told Grandma to close the blinds as Mom stood
there. He then told me not to be afraid,
but to sit down and put my hands together in front of me in prayer. I knew I had to do what he said, as Mom knelt
in front of me, and then wound the twine round my wrists to hold them together
while he watched with the knife pointing at Grandma.
When Mom had done
this, she wound the twine down and did the same thing to my ankles, before the
man knelt down and cut the end free. She
then tied the end to my binding, before he told her to sit next to me and put
her hands together in prayer.
Grandma then
took the twine and did to Mom what Mom had done to me, as she looked at the man
through her glasses. When Grandma was
done, she sat next to Mom, and we both watched the man tie her wrists and
ankles in the same way as us. So there
we were – tied with twine, but at least in the right pose to pray about what he
was going to do next.
What he did do
was go to the dining room, and bring back three napkins, before he pushed one
into each of our mouths. I could see
most of it was outside me, but I looked at Mom and Grandma who only had the
edges sticking out, and I knew I was going to be all right.
The man then
looked at Mom and Grandma’s purses, taking money from them when the telephone
rang. We all heard our answering machine
as Pops called to say he was on his way home – something that made this man
very afraid, because he ran off.
Pops was home
shortly after, surprised to see us like this, but his hugs were so good…
It turned
out the man was an escaped prisoner from a local jail – one her father had
caught before…
We now go to
young Carl, and his shaggy dog story…
We got Amadeus
as a puppy, but he had grown up with me, so that when I was ten he was as big as
I was – and much heavier.
This day I was
coming home from school, carrying my books with me. I was wearing a blue shirt and grey and white
striped trousers, with grey-brown soft shoes.
The sun was shining, and I knew I had assignments to do before I took
Amadeus for his walk.
As I walked
into the house, however, I could hear my mother talking to someone – and then I
could not hear her at all. I walked into
the front room to see her looking at a man wearing a patterned shirt, blue
jeans and brown shoes – and I could see why my mother was not talking.
She was lying
on her side on our long wooden seat, wearing the grey dress with a cream
collar, and the cream knee length leather bots she had been wearing when I left
that morning. But there was a length of
silver tape over her mouth, and I could see bands of tape around her ankles,
her legs and her stomach, as well as the fact her hands were behind her back.
She saw me, and
I heard her say “KHRRLLL – RHNNN” as she twisted round, but I was rooted to the
spot – so when the man came over and took my books from me, and then walked me
over, I was stuck there.
Stuck – apt
choice of words, as the man picked up a roll of silver tape and took my hands
behind my back. I felt him wrap the tape
round my wrists, holding them together, before he wound the tape round my waist
so that I could not move them at all.
He made me sit
on the floor, Mother watching as he taped my ankles together, and then my legs
below my knees – and then he tore a strip of tape form the roll and pressed it
down over my mouth, so that I could not talk as well.
He then left
the room, as I manged to get on my knees and shuffle over to where my mother’s
head was. She nodded as she pressed her
covered mouth on my head, and I wondered where Amadeus was.
I got the
answer to that a few minutes later, as he walked in and looked at us. We both tried to say something, but he just
walked over and started to lick my face.
I could smell meat on his breath – but as he licked me, I also felt the
tape coming away from my mouth, so that I was soon able to talk.
“Good boy,” I
said as I rubbed my head on his, “now lick my hands.” I turned round and looked over my shoulder as
Amadeus licked my hands and wrists, before he managed to loosen the tape enough
to let me get my wrists free and wriggle my arms round.
First thing I
did was to take the tape from my mother’s mouth, as she said “thank you Carl –
can you go and get our neighbour to come in?”
I nodded as Amadeus barked, and then started to lick my mother’s face as
I jumped out…
For our next
tale, Jo tells us about preparing for a school play – and what happened…
My mother was a
teacher in our local primary school – and this particular year, I had the bad
luck to be in her class. So when the time for the annual show came
round, she had a “wonderful idea” for an act we could both do.
Could I win an
argument against it? Of course not –
which is why on the day of the show, I was wearing a one piece outfit with a
little black bow at the neck. IT had a
spotted orange upper body, and a
patchwork pattern as it went down to the integrated bootees on my feet. I also had my long brown hair in two
pigtails, held in place with long white cords – and a third set of those cords
was attached to the bottom of my suit as a tale.
Yeah – I was
meant to be a dog, and I had to sit there as Mum used black makeup to give me a
dog’s nose. What was Mum wearing? She was wearing a white blouse with black buttons
on the front, a long black suede waistcoat and a matching short skirt, and knee
length white PVC boots.
“There we go,”
she said with a smile as she stood up and patted my head. “Good girl.”
“Wonderful,” I
thought to myself as I went down onto my hands and knees, watching as she
walked out of the room and wondering what all my friends were going to
say. As it was, however, after I heard
her walk up the stairs, all I heard was a gasp and a thump.
I was curious –
but I was still mad at her, so I decided to be like a dog, and walked on my hands
and knees, out into the hallway, up the stairs, and into Mum and Dad’s bedroom
– only to see Mum lying on the bed.
Their bed had
an old fashioned iron bedstead at the back, and I could see Mum’s wrists had
been tied together to that iron work. I
could also see a length of rope tied to the foot of the bed, and figured her
ankles were probably tied together as well – but as I walked over, and knelt
with my hands on the bed, I also saw the edges of some sort of black cloth
sticking out from between her lips.
“Oh my – is
this your cute little dog?”
I turned my
head to see a young woman standing there, wearing a tight black jumper and ski
pants – and a stocking pulled down over her head, pressing her dark hair
down. So what did I say?
I’ll tell you
what I said. I said “Woof” and nodded as
Mum rolled her eyes.
“Well, I think
dogs should stay with their mistress and keep them company,” the woman said as
she looked at me, “so get up on the bed, and let me see your paws.”
I climbed on
the bed and lay on my back, my hands and knees in the air as she rubbed my
tummy as if I was a real dog with her gloved hand. She then picked up from the floor a length of
rope, and before I knew it she had tied my wrists together in front of me, and
then used the other end to tie my legs together above my knees, so that I could
not straighten them out.
“there – nice
and secure, but you need to be quiet,” she said with a smile as she touched my
nose, and then she took from Mum’s wardrobe a blue scarf. Well, I clamped my mouth shut, but the masked
woman got devious – she tickled my tunny, and as I laughed she pushed the scarf
in so that only the edges stuck out between my lips.
“there,” she
said as I rolled over and looked at Mum, “have fun.” She turned her head and looked at me as I
nodded, because there really was nothing we could do…
Anna was six
when she had a quiet afternoon with her mother…
“Peace, little
one – you’ll be with your mum in a few minutes.”
I nodded as I
stood there, holding my doll as the man kept his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing a grey coat dress with a Peter
Pan collar, knee length white socks and black shoes, and I was a little scared
by the fact three men wearing masks and carrying guns had met me and Mum when
we came home.
Mum was wearing
a very special outfit – a long black leather coat over a white blouse and
skirt, and the coat had a large white peace symbols printed on it. She was also wearing tight black leather
boots, and she had a black scarf tied round her neck under the collar of her
blouse.
The men had
made both of us come up to her bedroom, and I had watched as she was made to
lie on her back on the bed. They had a
large canvas bag with them, and one of the men took out a length of white rope
and tied her wrists together with them, before he took them above her head and
tied them to the post at the corner.
The second man
had then taken a second length of rope, and used it tie her ankles
together. There was a funny squeaking
sound as he did this, which made me giggle as I wondered what Mum was
thinking. She raised her head and looked
at me, and nodded as she said we were going to be all right, and I should be at peace.
That was the
last thing she said though, or at least the last thing I could fully understand,
as the man then rolled up a black and white scarf and tied it round her head,
her lips over it as she raised her head.
“Who is your
doll?”
“Twiggy,” I
said as I looked at it. “Are you going
to do that to me?”
“Something like
it,” he said, and I looked up to see him smile, “but Twiggy will be next to
you. Now, I need you to put her down for
a moment, and then put your hands behind your back.”
“okay,” I
whispered as I laid Twiggy down and put my hands behind me, and then I felt the
rope on my wrists as he tied them tightly together. He then lifted me up and laid me next to Mum,
and I looked at her as the scarf was getting darker at the corners of her
mouth.
I said there
were three armed men – one of them was looking through Mum’s chest of drawers
while the second one started to tie rope round my ankles, but the third one
removed the scarf from round her neck, and shook it loose before he rolled it
into a band.
“Am I going to
be quiet,” he said as his partner stood up and stroked my head.
“Yes, you are
going to be at peace as well, little
one,” he said, “so sit up, and open your mouth as wide as you can.” I did that with his help, and then tasted the
perfume my mum was wearing as he pulled the band between my lips and made sure
I was going to be quiet as well. I lay
down as he put Twiggy next to me, and then felt Mum’s lips on my head as I felt
peaceful and safe…
The
Seventies were a time of fashion – ideas, as Katrina tells us of how she and
her aunt were left together in some ways…
I was spending
the summer with my Aunt Lucy, who allowed me to wear the same sort of clothes
as her, the year I was eleven. That
particular day, I was wearing a faded blue denim sailor suit, the pants having those
wonderful bell bottoms that were fashionable at the time, and with a blue
t-shirt under the top. I was also
wearing a pair of white clogs, given I was going with some of my friends to a
party that afternoon.
I was dropped
off at about five o’clock outside Aunt Lucy’s house, and waved to my friends as
I ran to the front door. I went in and
shouted out that I was back, but there was no answer.
Back then, it
wasn’t a problem if a kid my age was left alone, so I presumed Aunt Lucy had
just gone round the corner to get some milk or something. I went into the front room – and saw I was
wrong, because Aunt Lucy was looking at me from where she was sitting in her
favourite armchair.
Aunt Lucy had a
woollen hat on over her long blonde hair, and was wearing a short denim jacket
over a patterned sweater, and denim jeans with the legs neatly rolled up to her
knees. I could see the blue denim high
boots she was wearing – and the bands of white rope that held her legs together
at her ankles and under the folded back jean legs.
She also had
two bands of rope round her upper body, and her hands were behind her back –
and she had a strip of brown sticking plaster pressed down over her mouth. She was shaking her head and trying to say
something as she twisted round, but I could not hear anything – and that was when
the gloved hand was placed over my mouth.
I could smell the sweat, and taste the wool as a rough voice said “just
do what I say kid, and you can stay with your aunt.”
“Hkheee” I
mumbled as I felt the wool on my lips, and then the hand was taken away as the
voice said “purse your lips, kid.” I did
so, and then felt the tug on my face as he pressed a strip of sticking plaster
down over my mouth as well. He then took
my hands behind my back, and I felt the rope on my wrists as he started to tie
them together.
It felt rough,
but I knew better than to fight or scream for help – even if I could with my
mouth covered over. He then took a longer
length round my body and forced my arms against my sides, in the same way as
Aunt Lucy, two bands – one round my upper arms, and one round my stomach.
I wriggled
round, not sure what he was going to do next before he lifted me up and sat me
across Aunt Lucy’s lap. I put my head on
her chest and watched as he tied a length of rope round my ankles, holding them
together as the bottoms of the legs flared out from the bands around and
between my legs.
He then tied my
legs together below my knees as I rubbed my head on her chest, and she nodded
as we both looked at the man – he had on dark glasses and was also wearing
denim, but he just looked at us before he started to go through the sleeves in
the front room, throwing things around.
“Whllbhlrht,”
Aunt Lucy mumbled as she looked at me, and I nodded in reply. We may have been tied up and had sticking
plaster over our mouths, but we were going to be all right…
For our
final and main tale today, Laura shares a time when she had to support her
mother and aunt…
The late
Seventies were a real fun time for a tweenager like me at the time, and this
particular Fourth of July I was wearing a light bluer blouse, with a light blue
tie that had roundels printed on it tied round my neck and hanging down in
front of me. I was also wearing a really
funky short skirt, with coloured stripes and a last band the same colour as my
tie, and a matching waistcoat, as well as knee length white socks and
shoes. The final part of my outfit was a
wide white hairband that held back my long blonde hair.
We were
planning to join some friends at a barbecue, and I was sitting reading a book
as Mom came in. She was wearing a short
sleeved buckskin dress with a white laced front, with natural hose and knee
length white go-go boots. Aunt Kay was
staying with us as well – she has long blonde hair like me, while Mom has long
dark hair. She was wearing a metallic
dark blue short coat dress, open at the neck, and her own pair of white go-go
boots. She also had a thin paisley scarf
tied round her neck, the ends hanging down in front of her.
I stood up
because it looked as if it was time to go – only it was not, because I saw this
young couple come in behind Mom and Aunt Kay.
The woman was wearing a white cap on her head, as well as a blue
strapless top and short shorts, while the man was wearing a shirt and jeans –
but they both also had dark glasses on, and I saw Aunt Kay and Mom look at each
other with fear.
“Hey kid,” the
man said to me as he looked over, “nice outfit.
Here’s the thing – you’re not going to go where you were going, and you,
your mom, your aunt are going to stay here while your mom calls your pop to ask
him to do something. Okay?”
I nodded before
the girl came round and put a large black case on the floor. Opening it, she took out three lengths of white
cord, and handed two to the man as she said “okay folks – hands on top of your
heads, and bring them down when we say.”
“Do as she
says, Laura,” Mom said as she raised her hands and put them on her head, Aunt
Kay doing the same thing, so I did that too as the girl walked behind me, and
whispered “don’t be afraid, kid, and this will be fun. Bring your hands down behind your back, and
stand still.”
“What are you going
to do,” I whispered as I brought my hands round, and felt her cross them behind
me.
“Make sure you
all stay together,” she said in my ear before I felt the cords round my wrists,
the girl taking it around and between my arms until I could not move them
apart. Looking at Mom, I saw she also
had her hands behind her back as the man stood behind Aunt Kay, and brought her
hands down.
“There,” he
said a few minutes later, “got the longer ropes?”
“Sure honey,”
the girl said as she went back to the big case, and handed two coils to him
before she brought a third one over and stood behind me again.
“Please – she’s
just a child…”
“All three of
you the same,” the man said as I felt the rope going round me, and then pulled
tight round my waist as my hands were forced against my back, and my arms
against my sides. The girl wound it
round me several times so that it formed two bands – and when I looked at Mom,
I saw the two bands framing her chest as she looked at me, the worry clear on
her face.
“Do you have to
do this, you pervert,” Aunt Kay said out loud as he wrapped the rope round her,
but his reply was “do you want to explain to the kid what that means,
lady?” Aunt Kay looked at me as I
wriggled round, and then shook her head as he did something behind her.
“Good,” he said
quietly as he untied and removed the scarf from round her neck. “Open your mouth.”
“Just stay
calm, both of you,” Mom said as I watched the man pull the scarf between Aunt
Key’s lips, wrapping it twice round her head before he secured the ends
together behind her. She closed her
lips, the corners of her mouth pulled back, and then I watched her sit down as
she was pushed over to the couch.
I barely
noticed the girl remove my own tie, before she whispered into my ear “you need
to be quiet as well, kid – open your mouth.”
I did as she asked, feeling the material on my tongue as he pulled it
back and then secured the ends at the base of my neck, and then she took me
over to sit next to Aunt Kay.
“Come with me –
the kid and lady are safe if they don’t move,” the man said as he took Mom out
of the room, the girl getting more ropes form the bag and kneeling down as she
winked at me.
“Having fun,
kid?”
“Dhntshnshr,”
Aunt Kay said as she wriggled round, an di heard a squeaking noise as the girl
crossed my ankles and started to tie rope tightly round them. She then tied my legs together below my
knees, before she moved to kneel next to Aunt Kay.
I watched as
she did the same thing to her, the grey bands at her ankles and below her
knees, and there was another squeaking sound as she tried to move her legs
round.
“Relax,” the
girl said as she sat down, looking at us, “this is fun, isn’t it kid?”
And actually –
I’ve always liked to be tied up, but now
I think about it, this is what started me enjoying that as I sat back and
waited.
About an hour
or so later, Mom was brought back in, white tape covering her mouth as the girl
lifted me off the seat and held me. I
could hear her heart beating as I kept my head against her chest, watching as
the man made Mom it down and bound her ankles and legs in the same way as Aunt
Kay.
“Make sure they
both stay there lover,” the man said, as the girl laid me down so that I was
lying on their laps, my head on Mom’s lap and my bottom on Aunt Kay’s. I could feel how wet the tie was in my own
mouth, as they both looked at me and I looked at them
“He did what you
asked?”
“Course he did
– leave them here,” he said before they both left – but not before they turned
the television on, and I watched Scooby Doo while I lay on my family’s lap…
That’s all
from this edition of In Their Own Words - until next time…
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