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Kidnapping my nephew

The first time I tied my nephew (we'll call him Ken here) was about 10 years ago when he was 8. 

I was looking after him at my house while his mother was away comforting our sister Stephanie after she'd had a miscarriage. 

Ken didn't really know what was going on. We thought he was too young so we didn't tell him. 

I was working in the garden, it was the middle of August. 

He was supposed to be helping me but he was mostly goofing around the way kids do. 

I went in to take a break because I was sweating like a pig. I went in and sat down in front of the tv with a glass of water. Ken kept badgering me to play with him but I was just too exhausted. 

He wouldn't leave me alone but I remembered that he liked Batman and thought about all the rope I have in the garage. 

I said to him "Ken honey, how would you like to be Batman?". He looked thrilled and said sure. I told him that I'd be Catwoman and that if he waited outside for 5 minutes he could come back in to the house (which is now Catwoman's lair) and try to stop me. 

He seemed excited and ran outside. 

I think I'd better describe myself at this point. I'm 5'8" and have long, dark brown hair. My friends tell me I'm pretty but I'm kinda chubby which I've always been self consciouss about, as well as my problems with body odour. 

I was wearing a black tank top and black footless leggings. On my feet I wore white socks under grey trainers. I had misplaced my gardening gloves so I was wearing pink rubber gloves instead. 

I walked quickly to the garage and got the several lengths of rope that had been there when I moved in. I waited peaking through a crack in the garage door as my nephew walked in the front door looking excited. I had a thought that seemed kinda nasty in hindsight but soon became a staple in our tie-up-games.

A few weeks before we'd been watching that Danny Devito movie, Ruthless People. Ken was playing with his toys and wasn't really watching it until Judge Reinhold chloroformed Bette Midler. He was glued to the screen as Bette was struggling until her eyes rolled and she passed out. He kept asking me questions about what had happened. I explained to him what chloroform was and he loved the idea of it and wanted to be chloroformed.  He asked me where he could get it but I told him it was dangerous and illegal to use. He seemed really disappointed by this. 

 I quietly kicked off my trainers and peeled off one of my sweaty socks, the smell was terrible. I love Ken but he could be kind of bratty back then and I wanted to teach him a lesson so I snuck up behind him with my humming sock in one hand. He was walking into the living room looking for me when I came up behind him and clamped the stinky sock over my nephew's mouth and nose. He started squirming and mmmpphhing but I held it tight and said "I've caught you now Batman! This chloroform will knock you out while I prepare my diabolical plan" I laughed evilly. 

I'll never be sure of what went through my nephew's head at the time. 

I think he thought it was actual chloroform. 

It was the thrill of being knocked unconscious versus the rotten smell of my sweaty feet. 

I moved the sock down slightly so that it was just covering his mouth but leaving his nostrils free for him to breathe (he probably wished I hadn't because of the smell). I caught sight of his reflection in a mirror and his eyes rolled and fluttered closed. 

He was either taking the hint and playing along or some kind of placebo effect was making him lose consciousness. 

He went limp and because he was so small, I was able to carry him under one sweaty arm. I carried my hostage to the garage and set him down on the blue mat where I practice wrestling. 

I hadn't tied anyone up in years but I grabbed the rope from earlier and tied his hands behind his back. I held him in a tight bear hug that he wouldn't have been able to escape from. I had a moment of clarity and asked him if he was ok. He opened his eyes and asked to be chloroformed again. I was relieved because I was worried that I was being a bad auntie. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Being a typical boy, he screwed up his face and said "Ewww". I couldn't help but being slightly offended as he'd just had my sweaty sock held over his face  .

I lifted my sock from where it had landed on the floor. I noticed it had started to dry and I took the bizarre notion to stuff it into my own mouth. It tasted disgusting and in hindsight it seemed cruel (I thought my nephew deserved a medal).  But I was too caught up in the game to care. I moistened the sock up with my saliva and spat out a soggy ball. I pinched Ken's nose with my left hand and he opened his mouth to breathe and I stuffed the stinky sock inside. Holding my right hand over his mouth to stop him spitting the sweaty ball out, I grabbed a roll of silver duct tape with my left hand. I hadn't tied his legs yet and had to straddle him to stop him getting away. With one hand still clamped over his mouth (his eyes were really bugging out at this stage), I tore some duct tape off the role with my teeth and stuck it over his mouth. I tied his legs together at the ankles and stood back to admire my handywork. He struggled so hard but couldn't get free. I said "Stay there Batman, my evil plan is just beginning!".  I left the garage and went upstairs to prepare for what was going to happen next.

I ran upstairs wondering how I could improvise a catwoman costume on short notice. I wasn't going to leave him tied up in the house while I went to the costume store. 

I put on an old black leather jacket that was a little too small for me and zipped it all the way up. At the back of the wardrobe I found my black balaclava from a skiing trip years ago. The closest thing to cat ears I had were a set of Minnie Mouse ears I had from a bachelorette weekend I went on. I slipped my already sore feet with one sock still on into some black stilettos (Ken better appreciate this!). As a finishing touch I applied some bright red lipstick. I couldn't help but growl at myself in the mirror. Even the pink rubber gloves didn't stop me looking awesome. I just barely managed to stop myself stumbling down the stairs. I managed to stride elegantly in those freaking shoes into my garage to my captive. Ken stopped struggling and looked up at me, obviously stunned.  "Well Batman. Let the interrogation begin." I purred.

 I simply wrapped the rope around him a dozen times, pinning his arms to his sides. 

Crude, I know. But I was a little rusty with the whole bondage thing and he had no experience whatsoever so I didn't need to worry about him escaping. I just let him wriggle to my heart's content XD Meanwhile, in the present. Ken was stunned at seeing his hot Catwoman auntie standing over him with a smirk on her lips. 

I don't know what he was thinking at the time. I know he had a crush on me when he was a kid (until he saw Lady Fucking Gaga, but I dealt with that) or maybe he just thought it was cool that his aunt looked like Catwoman (or maybe Minnie Mouse) but either way, I think he liked how I looked 

I took advantage of how stunned he was by pouncing on him and tickling him sensless. 

I hovered over him with me knees on either side of him. It was good to get off my feet while wearing those shoes (I swore to God he was going to massage them later). My face was inches away from his. He probably thought/hoped I was going to kiss him but I started giggling at the thought of what I was going to do to him. 

I suddenly moved my hands to his ribs and went crazy. 

I was tickling him non-stop for about 2   minutes. His face was red and there were tears streaming down his cheeks.

I stopped tickling him eventually, undid the tape on his face and pulled the sock out of his mouth in order to let him breathe. He lay there wheezing for a minute and then thanked me for taking the sock out of his mouth. I told him there was another one where that came from (you should see the look he gave me). 

I accepted that our game was over for now. So I stole another kiss (just because) and started untying him. He got up shakily and limped around the room for a bit. I was kind of worried and asked him if he'd enjoyed our game and he smiled and said yes and that he couldnt wait to do it again. I was relieved 

After that, things went back to normal. We went back out into the garden (after I changed back into my normal clothes of course), he was a lot more helpful this time (I wonder why  ). We had dinner and then I put him to bed. 

He kept talking about our game and when we would do it again. Later on, when I was getting ready for bed. He was still awake and wouldn't shut up.  I told him to go to sleep but he said he couldn't. I sighed and took off my other sock...