Okay, so... This was a story I pulled off the old Canuck website. It was by Sandra Davis. I loved this series but unfortunately, it was never finished so I've taken the liberty of continuing it myself. Not trying to steal anyone's work, just loved the stories! The only thing I have changed is that I have edited the stories to make Sandra older and added a few details of my own. Here it goes!
My Cousin's Prisoner
My first bondage experience was at the end of my sophomore year of High School. It was the first day of summer, and I was going to spend the entire summer with my cousin in a place she rented at the time, with her two roommates. My cousin, Lisa, was a super senior stuck in nursing school and so were her two roommates, Laura and Tammy. Little did I realize that my cousin and her roommates were such huge bondage freaks. They all loved barefoot bondage, but each had their own taste in gags. Lisa liked the old fashioned cloth gag, but she also on occasion liked to get creative with it by putting a knot in the middle of it or something. Laura was a ballgag fanatic. Tammy did duct tape; I guess that�s why she�s a big fan of Red Green�s Duct Tape Forever movie.
Anyway, the weird thing about that first day was that, on the way to my cousin�s house, everything seemed to revolve around bondage, as if preparing me for the days ahead. In the car on the way to the airport I saw a picture of a girl tied up on Facebook with text which said "You've been kidnapped. The last person you texted is responsible. Tag who it is." Ironically, I texted my cousin last.
As I got off the plane there was Lisa, my best friend and favorite cousin. We hugged and in the van I got to meet her roommates. We arrived at their place and got me settled in. My room was in their guest room. We then went out. Tammy and Laura went out and did their own thing (I�d later find out that they were out buying gags and rope), while Lisa and I went to the movies, ate at Applebee�s and all sorts of fun stuff. Later back at Lisa�s place, we played a couple games with her roommates but I eventually decided to got to bed early.
Later I would have to go to the bathroom, but as I was heading back to my room I heard that the TV was on. I went down stairs to see what they were watching, and I saw a bondage video playing on the screen. They weren�t that far into the movie just yet but I saw a woman bound and gagged and went back to bed thinking about it. I was a very sheltered kid and little bit naive so I didn't pick up on any clues as to what kind of movie they were watching. (Hint: It was dirty.) But the bondage part interested me very much. As a kid whenever the heroine was tied up in a movie, it always caught my attention but I always through that that stuff was weird so I ignored that interest. Who knew there were whole movies dedicated to the subject?
The next day I woke up before everyone else and got myself a bowl of cereal. It was Saturday and I mindlessly cut on some cartoons as I ate. Irony came into play once again as one of the shows showed damsels in distress. About 9:00 am was when Laura and Lisa, were up Tammy would soon follow.
Later it was near noon and I was still in my pajamas, and as I was choosing my clothes for the day I noticed some things were under the bed. I grabbed the objects and pulled out a ballgag and a foot and a half piece of rope. I didn�t know what these were for at first but then I remembered that movie Lisa and her roommates were watching the previous night, the woman in the movie was wearing a gag that looked similar. I stopped what I was doing and went to Tammy and Laura�s room. They agreed to share a room while I was over, for the room I was in was originally Laura�s room.
They were just about dressed for the day when I knocked on the door. They let me in and I showed them my discovery. Laura thanked me as she put the gag and rope away. They explained to me what were for, proving my theory correct. They said that sometimes kidnappers used them. I asked if they were planning to kidnap anybody.
�Oh no,� they said, �We just like to tie each other up for fun.�
As they elaborated, the idea started to run through my mind: I�ve never been tied before and was intrigued by the idea of being tied up. After all, I had always been fascinated by the idea and seeing how my cousin and her friends embraced the interest so unashamedly made me feel okay about it.
So I blurted out �Can you kidnap me?�
Tammy and Laura were shocked at what I just asked, and stared at me like a deer staring at the headlights of a car.
�What?� they asked
�I mean... If you guys do it for fun, then why not?� I said.
Laura and Tammy thought about it for a couple seconds and Laura just smiled, and took some rope out a drawer and tossed it to Tammy who was getting the same idea.
�So you want us to kidnap you and tie you up?� Laura asked.
�I mean...� I said, my heart beginning to pound as I grew nervous about the idea. "I guess?"
Immediately, Laura came behind me and clamped her hand over my mouth and with the help of Tammy pulled both my wrists behind my back, where Laura held them both in one hand. I was really small and weak so overpowering me didn't take much effort.
They took me to Lisa�s room where Lisa was all ready for the day. Tammy spoke up, �Hey Lisa, your cousin found a couple of our stuff under her bed,� She said gesturing to the rope in her hand.
Lisa, who knew I was bound to find stuff lying around sooner or later, merely said �Really?�
�She has even volunteered to be our play thing,� Tammy added. Lisa getting the picture now smiled and nodded. She went to her closet to get some more things. That�s when I started struggling and making noises into Laura�s hand just to get a grasp on my predicament but she held on with a tight grip. "Oh, no you don't!" she said. "You asked for this... LITERALLY!"
Lisa came out with more rope and a long cloth. I was handed to her and she pulled the cloth between my teeth. I was then handed to Tammy, who forced me to the floor and tied my hands behind my back in an X shape, with the rope she had in her hand. With another piece rope tied my ankles together and then my knees with another piece.
So there I was, tied up, gagged and barefoot. The three older women admired their handy work for a couple seconds and then went to put their shoes on. They had the idea that since I was barefoot, putting shoes on would make them look superior to me, and I agree. They came back and Laura with Tammy's help picked me up and carried me down stairs, where I was tied to one of the kitchen chairs. When I tested my ropes, I found that they weren�t so tight that they hurt, but they were sure tight and there was no way I was getting out of it.
They took pictures of me as they talked about what they could do to me. They talked about just tying me into different positions as i squirmed, imagining each one. They also talked about making me their tickle slave. They liked that idea, but I didn�t. At the time I was very ticklish, in my sides, my stomach, the souls of my feet, under the armpit. You name an area where person can be tickled; chances are I was pretty ticklish there. They decided to do both.
The tickling was going to come first. I vigorously shook my head no, but Laura told me that apart of being kidnapped was having things done to you against your will. I knew she was right, but I still didn�t want to be tickled. So this is where I really started to struggle. I kicked my legs and twisted my body as they untied me from the chair. Laura and Tammy picked me up and sat me on a chair in the living room. Suddenly I didn�t want to be tied up anymore.
I kept bucking my legs, but Lisa brought a foot rest where I was sitting, and with a long piece of rope, tied my legs down to it. She took my gag out and I started to beg them not to tickle me. But Lisa, who had just finished tying a huge knot in the center of my gag, told me that I should have known what I was getting into when I asked for this. She shoved the knot into my mouth and at that point, I knew my protests were useless and that they were going to do it anyway so I just gave up. Now don�t get me wrong, my cousin wasn�t trying to be mean to me, but she was a control freak sometimes and this was one of those times where she was just being controlling. The same went for her roommates. Besides it was all fun and games
I sat there waiting for a couple minutes, which seemed like and hour, bound and gagged with the souls of my feet pointed away from me, vulnerable to any thing that dared to brush across them. Finally, Tammy came in with a feather. Lisa got first dibs since she is my cousin and pulled a seat up in front of my feet. She sat down and taunted me for a few seconds before finally stroking my foot with the feather. I flinched. She slowly started stroking up and down on with the feather on both feet. My toes were wiggling and I laughing into my knot gag. She soon resorted to passing the feather between my toes and then finished off by tickling me with the other side of the feather, which made me laugh much harder.
It was then Tammy�s turn to torture me. But before she started, she got a spool of string from out of her pocket and tied my big toes together, which they would all do from now on if my ankles were tied together. Tammy then took the feather and did the same things that Lisa did. This time I couldn�t sway my feet apart thanks to the fact that there was a string attaching my toes, so now the feather was harder to avoid.
Then Laura stepped up. Laura, when it comes to bondage of any kind, is a sadist. Years later I heard she beat the crap out of her boyfriend while he was cuffed to the basement stairs (amazingly they didn�t break up after that). How did she handle me? Well she only used the feather on the soft side for a half a minute then switched to the other side. Then she set the feather down and started scratching my souls with her fingernails. She started soft and then scratched harder and harder. I was laughing harder than ever, she was digging her fingernails into my feet. She tickled me the longest, but I don't remember how long. When she stopped, the other two thought it was time for a break from tickling.
They untied me from the foot rest, untied my wrists and ankles, which were tied for three and a half hours straight, and then they took my gag out. They gave me a glass of water. Man was my tongue dry! They also gave me a chance to stretch my limbs, but only until a couple seconds later when they tied me up again.
Laura made me sit Indian style; she then proceeded to tie arms behind me. She did a couple loops around my upper body, tied it off and used what was left of that rope to tie my ankles. Tammy then came behind me and gagged me with that fricking cloth, which no longer had the knot in it. After Tammy tied the gag off, she took a piece of duct tape over my mouth.
They left me in that position until it was supper time. They untied me, but they weren�t letting me loose, Lisa put a pair of handcuffs on my wrists, this time in front of me. As we ate the phone rang, it was my parents calling to see how I was doing. I talked to them, but didn�t say one word about what my "friends" were doing to me. Lisa was close-by with a threatening demeanor about what might happen if I said anything - not that I would have anyway because I had asked for this and honestly.... I was having fun with it. After I hung up I finished eating.
Then Lisa unlocked my handcuffs and told me that since I haven�t showered all day they would let me have an hour to shower, �And brush your teeth while you�re at it,� she said, �because we�ve got more plans for you. And if you�re not out when the hour is up and you�re not dressed, then tough we�ll tie you up while you�re naked.� I blushed when she said that. I was one of those really pretty girls who didn't know she pretty and like I said I was also super naive. I just didn't know myself well enough to be comfortable in my own skin (literally!) so the threat of being exposed quickened my shower. And one thing I knew about my cousin was that when she said she�d something, she meant it. But I didn�t shower until after Laura forced the ballgag that I found into my mouth. I remember that thing was pretty big so it�s a wonder it didn�t make my jaw ache. They also told me not to lock the door, or else they�d tie me naked weather or not I finished on time. I first brushed my teeth, when to the bathroom, and then took my shower. I finished my shower early.
Of course I�ve been known to take long showers at the time, and mine was about a few minutes longer than I planned for it to last (Hey, I just said I quickened my shower, I never said I didn�t cut it close). I had my underwear and t-shirt on before they came busting in. They caught hold of me again; I struggled only to fully experience my role as captive. I knew there was no escape. I still wished that they gave me more time to put my pajama bottoms on but it was not like I was in any position to do anything about it.
They tied my wrists in front of me with enough slack to pull me along. They also blindfolded me before leading me down to the basement. My feet were all ready cold for not having any shoes or socks on them all day, but walking on the concrete basement floor made them even colder. I stood there as Tammy and Laura tied my knees and ankles back together. It was about this time that I noticed I was drooling because of the ballgag. I couldn�t even swallow my spit!
Lisa came from the back of the basement with more rope and some feathers. Then she tied the rope around my bound wrists and climbed on a chair so that she could tie the other end of the rope to a pipe on the ceiling, pulling my hands tightly above my head. Then the three women armed themselves with their feathers. They rolled up my shirt up, exposing my stomach and they started ticking. They tickled me for an hour without hardly any breaks. They tickled me on my stomach, and occasionally raised my top further so they could get at my armpits.
They soon untied me from the ceiling and gave me to Laura, which I would later in the summer find out was the worst thing they could do to me because she seemed to enjoy this stuff way too much. While Lisa and Tammy went back upstairs, I was left with the worlds meanest tickler. She tickled me everywhere; with and without a feather (it was worse when she did my feet because I was the most ticklish there). I was laughing harder than I was when she tickled me for one more hour and by the time she was finished, tears were rolling down my cheeks.
She untied me, and took me upstairs. Lisa was sitting on the couch and asked me to come over. I sat down next to her. �Did you have fun today?� She asked me.
Part of me still felt it was weird admitting that I like this stuff but I nodded slowly, because it was the truth, �We should do this again...� I said awkwardly. "I mean...."
�Well,� she said, �As far as I'm concerned you're my prisoner for the rest of the summer.�
That sent a chill up my spine. "...Okay." I spat out.
It was official. I was my cousin�s prisoner for the rest of the summer whether I wanted it or not. (But low key... I wanted it.
) �Let�s get you ready for bed.� she said.
Lisa led me upstairs where she tied me up again, but this time with lost of rope. She tied my wrists behind my back. Then tied my ankles, knees, calves and thighs together with different pieces of rope. She used more rope to tie my ankles to my wrists, and proceeded to finish off my tying my big toes together (I secretly loved it when they did that).
I sat on the bed on my knees, and before my cousin left me she buckled a collar around my neck, �You�re going to be my pet this summer,� she said. Then I laid down on my side with my head on the pillow. She pulled the blankets over me, stroked my hair and said, �Sweet dream,� and with that she turned out the light and walked out the door.