My Hobby
I guess it
started with my sister – or to be exact, her Barbie doll collection. She was two years younger than me, so as a
thirteen year old I would look at her dolls, and imagine what it would be like
if they were captives like the women in my comic books.
The first time
I actually did it, I took one of her dolls which was dressed in a pink jumper,
peach skirt with white trim, and white plastic shoes. I sat her next to wooden leg of a chair, and
took a ball of string before I tied the doll’s upper body to the chair
leg. I took it from the waist to the
neck of the doll, around the body as well as the body and arms, and knotted it
off, then tied the doll’s ankles together as well.
I took a
picture – one that gave me a great deal of enjoyment, before I untied the doll
and returned it. But that was by no
means the last time…
One I really
remember is when Mum and Dad took little sis out, so I had the run of the house
– and I took six of her dolls, along with a roll of gold string I had bought,
and some coloured tape. The first was a dark-haired
doll, with the hair in pigtails, wearing a sleeveless and hooded pink top, a
dark grey ra-ra skirt, and those long pink plastic boots you got with those
dolls. The second had on a pink and
silver glittery top and tiger print pants, with blonde hair, and the third a
golf cap, a long sleeved crop top in white with red and black striped sleeves,
and a denim skirt.
Not that it
mattered – I took the arms of each doll behind their backs, tied their wrists
together with the gold string, and then tied their ankles as well, before I put
black tape over the mouth of the first two, and red tape over the mouth of the
third, and left them kneeling in a row.
The next one
had long blonde hair, a blue halter top and a pink leopard print skirt – but
she had her wrists and ankles tied as well, and I wound blue tape round her
head, keeping it off the hair, before she joined the first three. Next was another blonde doll, with an off the
shoulder pink and silver top and a short grey party skirt, and finally a dark
haired one with a pink and silver part smock top and light grey leggings. But they were both tied, gagged with black
tape, and then added to the row as I threatened to sell them all to the highest
bidder…
Well, this
carried on for a few months, before I took my hobby to the next stage - thanks not just to my sister’s dolls, but my
sister as well…
I had one of
her dolls, and one of the smaller ones (I was pretending they were sisters) sat
on toy wooden chairs in front of an old cage.
The smaller of the two was in a seat with arm rests, and I had used
twine to tie her wrists and arms to the back of the chair, and her ankles and
legs to the front of the chair, then used a strip of black cloth to simulate a
cleave gag, the material holding the blond hair to the doll’s head.
As for ‘big
sister” she was on a stool, her wrists tied to the back of the stool, her legs
and ankles tied together and to the front, with a cleave gag as well. I was being the evil kidnapper, taunting them,
when I heard my sister say “so this is what is happening to my dolls!”
I turned round
and blushed as I saw her with her friend Becky.
My sister was wearing a brown poncho over a red jumper, a blue denim
skirt, and red socks under a pair of brown leather boots. As for Becky, she had on a red long sleeved
blouse and white skirt, white patterned socks visible over the top of her brown
Ugg boots.
Becky was
looking at the dolls, as she walked over and said “I wonder what that feels
like.”
“What what
fells like,” my sister said, and then she nodded. “Oh – I don’t know, why do you ask?”
Becky then
looked at me, and said “will you tie my wrists together please? Behind my back as well?”
You know, I had
never thought of doing that, but I cut a length of twine from my ball, went
behind Becky and tied her wrists together, keeping the twine over the cuffs of
her blouse. As she twisted round, my
sister came and had a look, then said “will you do that to me as well?”
I couldn’t
believe it – my hands were shaking as I tied her wrists as well, and they
walked round. Then they sat down, and I
used more twine to bind their ankles together – but nothing more. I was exhilarated at this – and they seemed
happy as well…
I didn’t gag
them that time, but there were a few times after that when we would “play
kidnap” as they put it. And over time, I
got more adventurous in how I secured them.
Let me give you
an example – a couple of months later, my sister came into my room as I was
trying to do my homework, wearing a red jumper with different coloured stripes
at the bottom, and a garland of flowers pattern at the neck, light tan jeans
and blue socks with brown toes.
“Hey bro – can
we play a game,” she said as she stood by me.
“I need to
finish this, sis – can we do this later?”
“No – I have a
challenge for you. Stop me getting away
without using twine or string.”
Well, that was
a challenge – I had a white chair, made of plastic and metal, so I told her to
sit down and went to my cupboard. Taking
a cloth belt from one of my dressing gowns, I knelt down and took her hands
behind the chair back, then tied her wrists together so she could not move her
arms.
Taking two more
belts from the robes in my wardrobe, I then tied her ankles to the front legs
of the chair, before I said “don’t move” and went to her room.
“Very funny –
hey, what are you doing in there!”
“Getting
something,” I said as I came back, and tied a grey wool scarf round her head as
a blindfold, then used a white scarf with black flowers as a loose cleave gag,
my sister closing her lips over it.
“There – you
were saying?”
“Heellrrhtewswennn,”
she mumbled as she moved her head round, and I went back to my homework…
It wasn’t long
before I progressed from that sort of thing, as my sister grew up and started
to try different things, to discovering how useful tape could be for my –
interests. My sister was a teenager now, and came into
the room wearing a pink vest top, denim shorts over black leggings, and black
sandals, he hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“Can you give
me a chance to vent without anyone hearing?
I just broke up with that idiot of a boyfriend!”
Well, I knew
that tone of voice, so I picked up a roll of black tape, and told her to turn
round with her hands behind her back.
She looked over her shoulder as I taped her wrists together, and then
told her to sit on the floor, and bend her legs.
As she did so,
I taped her ankles together, and then her legs below and above her knees – and
then I pressed some strips of the black tape over her mouth, keeping her lips
sealed so that she could struggle and bitch to her heart’s content.
Mind you, I had
other things to distract me as well – such as Becky. We were going out together by that time, and
she liked me to make sure she was secure from time to time as well. I remember one time in particular, when she
was fifteen. She came round, wearing a
grey jumper and skin tight white jeans, and we sat and talked for a while – and
then she asked me to tie her up.
I took a roll
of silver duct tape, and secured her wrists together behind her back, before I
took her shoes and socks off and taped her ankles together as well. She also wanted to be quiet – which I
achieved with the help of several strips of tape over her mouth – before she
lay face down on the bed.
So she was
surprised when I bent her ankles back, and tied some string between her legs
and around the tape, then I ran it out and did the same between her arms at her
wrists, so that her legs were held in a bent position. Oh, the look she gave me when I did that –
and especially when I produced an electric toothbrush, and ran it over the bare
soles of her feet…
She forgave me
of course, and I still have my hobby – although these days, I have my own very
personal dolls as well. I’m looking at one
of them now by our pool.as she lies on the sun lounger, wearing a pink coral
top and blue shorts. Her wrists are tied
together above her head with orange rope, and to the white metal at the top,
and her waist is held to the blue slats by darker blue rope. White rope is tied round her ankles, and then
to the metal at the bottom of the lounger.
Brushing her
hair out of the way, I ask my ten year old daughter is she is all right, and
she nods before I tie a rolled up blue scarf between her lips as a gag. That’s when I hear the other little doll in
my life call out, as she says “Daddy! Mummy’s ready!”
I go in to see
Becky lying face down on the floor, wearing a white sweatshirt and blue
jeans. Her wrists are tied together
behind her back, her ankles secured and they are tied to her wrists, as my dark
haired younger daughter lies on the floor face down.
Her mother
watches as I take Becky Jr’s arms behind her back and tie her wrists together
with white rope, then her ankles, and then ankles to wrists, making sure her
orange sun dress is still in place, before I use some soft tape to keep them
both quiet – and then switch on the electric toothbrush as the wriggle their
uncovered toes.
After all, a
family must have some hobbies…
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