#LOCKING HARNESS GAG REGISTRATION#

“Ok,” my father announced as he secured the knot behind my mother’s head–all three of us were bound and gagged in the same fashion. I tried to balance myself but it wasn’t easy, wearing heeled boots. A quick Google search revealed this place so it seemed perfect for all of us. Instead of punishments, they admitted to us that they to played TUGs when they first met.

My brother was only just introduced to TUGs when our parents caught us in the act. My parents, well, seemed to also partake in this sort of activity. My family, well particularly my sisters, use to play lots of tie up games (TUGs) with the boys my eldest sister knew. The current owners of this castle, the Bond family, latched on to the history and visitors across the many decades accepted the idea. This dates back to the history of the castle where women staged an unsuccessful rebellion against the king and were bound and gagged as a punishment for months after. The whole castle was built in the 16th Century and today it is a famous holiday resort with a twist: All female guests regardless of age must be restrained and gagged while in the castle. Rather it’s a family vacation to a mystery castle called Castle Bond in a small landlocked country in Europe near the Alps. This is not some weirdo family or punishment for us siblings. “Open wide,” I heard my brother say and as soon as I did, a thick cloth was inserted between my teeth and secured behind my back. As soon as I did, I felt soft nylon rope draw them together and in just over a few minutes, my hands were bound behind my back. Assume the position.” We each turned around and place our hands behind us. Nearly half an hour later, dad motioned us to a side room and simply said, “Ok, it’s time.

With our bags left with the men, we did as we were told. “All ladies to the side, hands on your head.” “Ladies to the side,” he barked in a thick accent. The whole place looked like that of an immigration centre. It was a short queue and next to us was a burly man in uniform.

#LOCKING HARNESS GAG REGISTRATION#

Not replying, I yanked out my suitcase and followed my family towards the sign saying ‘Mandatory Registration Centre’. Hey, this was suppose to be a holiday away from the dreary British winter, not one where the weather was still cold, I thought. “Told you to dress warmly,” mum remarked. A sudden breeze swept through the carpark and I furiously rubbed my bare arms and legs. “Stop it you two, this is a holiday, can’t you keep the quarrels away?” My mother remarked.īoth my siblings glared at each other turned their backs as they helped pull out their luggage. “It’ll be your last stretch for a long time…ow!” Jo pinched his arm. “You better stretch well,” my younger brother Jaigo and the youngest in the family remarked. “Just about time to stretch my numb legs and arms.” “Yay,” My younger sister Jocasta exclaimed as she opened the door on her side.

Locking harness gag