Susie Ties & Tortures
When my mother started working when I was 10, my sister and I would stay at my Aunt Jenny’s house. We had three cousins. The two oldest were girls. The younger girl was the same age as my sister and would go and play together. The older sister, Susie, was 13. She had a crush on me apparently and would try to get me to play with her. I didn’t want to play. But being she was older, bigger and very authoritative, she always ended up getting her way.
After she took me in the backyard to play catch, she would try to kiss me. I would ask her not to do it, and then run when she wouldn’t take no for an answer. After we worked up a sweat, she took me into her room. This was the 70’s when there weren’t the type of boundaries with boys and girls you’d see today.
It was a hot day, so I took my shirt off like boys do at that age. This presented an opportunity for Susie. She told me to come over and lay on her bed. I told her “no”. She said, “John, get over here right now and lay on your bed or I will tell your father you hit me and he will whip your ass when he gets home.”
She was right. So I complied. She told me to lay with my arms and legs stretched as far as I could to the ends of the bed. Susie said, “now stay still and don’t move or I’m going to tell your father what you did”. So I trembled but did not move. She took her bed sheets and tied each arm to the metal bar on the headboard. I was terrified. She pulled my shorts off of me which left me in my tidy whities. I was embarrassed.
Susie climbed up slowly and sat on my outstretched legs and said, “John, I’m going to tickle you. And if you squirm or move I’m going to tickle you longer and harder. So you best lay still”. She started on my arms and worked slowly down to my armpits. I begged her to stop as she stayed on my armpits and ribs.
I moved and whined a lot at first. She was worried someone would come into the room. So she took my smelly shirt and stuck it in my mouth. And she tickled me and said, “do not move or I will not stop”. So as hard as it was I stayed still and just quietly whimpered. It went on until I couldn’t take it anymore. I ended up peeing myself.
She stopped immediately as she could not believe I peed. I told her I’m sorry but that I had to go bad. She undid my ties and made me help clean up the little pee stain, as most of it was on me. As my aunt was walking up the stairs and toward her room, I quickly got dressed. I pretended like nothing happened so Susie wouldn’t tell my dad.
Susie did this to me many more times. One time she did it to me at a summer camp where she was a counselor. She tied and tickled me for over an hour in her cabin while the other campers went on a long hike. She just told them I wasn’t feeling well. I was 12 at the time.
Soon after that experience, I was old enough to not have to go to my Aunt’s place. So Susie never got to take advantage again. But I never said anything because I had parents that were physically and emotionally abusive. And they never stood up for me.
Looking back on the experience, I was scared as a young boy when Susie would take advantage. But she did it with such regularity that I started to embrace it as normal. Now I must confess I find it to be exciting and a bit of a release to be tied down. Strangely, it helps me to let go.
There were other things that happened. But that was just one thing that altered my life as a child. It wasn’t right what Susie did. But she knew she could take advantage. That’s why it’s always important to listen to your kids and believe them until they give you a reason not to do so. I always have done just that with my children and they have turned out great.