She had been a little older than I currently was, she did like it and was too embarrassed to tell us about the whole thing. My mother bounced Amy on her knee to keep her smiling while she answered my inquiries.
How old my mother was at the time of the story, if she liked being tied up when she was my age, and why she never told me the story herself mainly. I naturally had a few follow up questions that I posed on the matter. My aunt finished her short anecdote about tying up my mother in the garden.
My mother picked up my little sister brought her over to join the rest of us. Well, I could probably escape with a little work, but I was just as content to stay where I was for the moment. I was pretty helpless to do anything except sit and listen at the moment. She had gently woken up my sister and was beginning the process of straightening up the bed where my sister had been sleeping a few minutes earlier. While my aunt went on her little stroll down memory lane, my mother helped Amy wake up from her nap. (There were no pictures of her actually bound left from their childhood.) Still, it caught my attention with a good degree of fascination. It put quite a few thoughts through my head as I tried to picture my mother as I had seen her as a little girl in pictures all tied up. However, she never really shared any of her experiences with us and this was one of the first times that I had been told about it. I knew that my mother had played similar types of games growing up which, was why she tolerated up playing tie up so well. However, the conversation gave me some of my first insight about my family’s history on the subject. It was basically about my aunt tying my mother to a bench in their garden growing up. I remember enough of the details to tell it here, but I am not going to spend the space on it. What followed this little situation was a quick anecdote about how my mother and aunt had played similar types of games growing up and a short story about one of them. I smiled back at the compliment and waited to see what their next response would be. The inspection was quite quick, but the result was a compliment at the level of skill I already possessed in rope work. My aunt listened to me with a degree of interest in the subject and began looking at my ropes.
I gave a quick account of the games that I played with several of my siblings and some of the other experiences I had growing up on the subject. She reassured me that it was okay to answer the question honestly which I did. I looked towards my mother seeking a little advice on what direction to take on the whole matter.
I looked up at her not quite sure how to respond to the question. “You’re really into this little game of getting tied up aren’t you?” My aunt asked again with a smug look on her face. The nap had been brief, but it was a little refreshing despite the addition on the ropes. I finally nodded in response to my aunts question without much difficulty. The ropes around my limbs held reasonably well to my weak struggles and I stayed trussed up in the chair at least for the moment. I jerked upwards quickly realizing what had happened to me so far. The ropes around my ankles were secured as well. My hands were still bound behind my back where I had left them. It was only then that I realized that I was still tied up from the quick job that I had applied to myself earlier. I was a little groggy from the short amount of sleep and I reached up to rum the sleepiness from my eyes. “Well, it looks like you had a nice nap didn’t you honey?” My aunt commented as I sat up and realized what was going on. I was still laying on my side in the easy chair in my aunt’s living room when my mother gently shook me awake. There was a gentle shaking on my shoulder when I came to. A trip to my aunt’s part 4: Getting Caught A trip to my aunt’s part 4: Getting Caught