![]() ![]() It’s soo cool.” This was where with a running start she would stop just before the bag, jump in the air in 360 motion and kick the bag. You want me to do a flying one?” Dena asked. She was pleased and said she wanted to see 3 quick kicks on the heavy bag and then we were done. We spent about 15 minutes practicing and it went well. We practiced kicks for our lesson and I was getting OK with it. “Looks that way doesn’t it?” I said, trying to break free. “Are you going to give me a hard time?” she asked. I tried to get up but she held me down, laughing, and quickly pinned me. She then scissored my feet between her legs and pulled my sneakers off. I tried to move quickly away but Dena hit the ground, swung her feet out in a sweeping motion, hooking my legs and bringing me down. “Take off your shoes, or I will take them off for you!” “OK – my gym, my rules,” Dena said, this time emphatically and slowly. I felt a little more secure with my sneakers on was all – though I don’t know why I made a big deal out of it. My shoes stay on,” I said emphatically, standing in the center of the mats. “Jess, we’re going to practice take downs, and I’d rather you be in socks than shoes. I prefer to keep them on” and I stepped onto the mat. She had on grey athletic socks that matched her T-shirt. Me and you.”ĭena came to the edge of the mat and kicked off her shoes. OK? (I nodded) I don’t need to work too long. “We’ll send out for some dinner tonight and maybe play a game. We laughed and joked and she finished her stretching. “Those are jump ropes, you sick minded freak. “Yea, I’m staring at a wall filled with ropes and a woman who’s a black belt. “I know, I’m just big bad Dena, right? And now I’ve lured you into my lair! Gee whiz, your paranoid!” “Dena, the last time you gave me a ‘lesson ‘ you wound up pinning me down and poking my rubs until I cried ‘Uncle!’ Remember? Your mom heard that – I was so embarrassed!” “Little ol’ me? I don’t know where she got that idea. You’ve learned some good stuff so far,” Dena said. How about you watch for a while and then I’ll give you a lesson. There were mats on the floor, two stereo/radios on a bench, weights in the corner, two heavy bags hanging, and hooks on the wall with several pieces of rope (jump ropes, I imagined), workout belts, and towels. She wore light blue linen pants that she worked out in (like a combo between hospital scrubs and pajamas) and a grey V-neck workout T-shirt. I dropped my bag in the spare room upstairs where I slept, walked down through the den, and then went down the few stairs into the basement. “Don’t let her hurt you.” And with another laugh she was off. “Actually, Dena mentioned something about givng you a karate lesson,” her mom said. One of these days you’ll have to charge me rent,” I said and we laughed. You staying over?” (Dena had a pretty elaborate workout room in the front half of the basement, with mats and heavy bags and stuff like that.) “Hi doll” she said to me, giving me a hug. I saw her as I walked in with my bags and said hi. On this particular occasion, it was a Friday and her Mom was heading out of town for a weekend at her sister’s (Dena’s aunt) when I arrived around 4. When my mother worked late, I would often sleep at Dena’s house. But that was it and I was certain I couldn’t take anymore than that. Prior to the first tie-up, when Dena would tickle me it would be for a few seconds, maybe a minute here or there. Tickling, though, was something Dena was fond of – probably because I’m about the most ticklish guy in the world. But until this first time she had never tied me up. We “played” together a lot – wrestling, playfighting, little tickle fights. She loved me like a brother and we had lots of fun together. She did competitions and was able to do things like break boards with her feet. Dena was blonde, beautiful, incredibly cool, very popular, and had worked her way up to a black belt in karate. Our mothers (both of whom were divorced) were best friends and that’s how we met. To quickly recap – Dena was the girl I idolized, and we’d been best of friends since we were little. ![]() We were both in high school (freshman and junior). ![]() Here is the story of the first time it happened. I’ve written a couple of stories about my friend Dena kidnapping me, tying me up, and torturing me when we were teenagers. ![]()
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