Knotinghill

Episode 5: Tie Hard: Tie Harder!

Day 3. 

It was getting late that day, and we had eaten supper. My mother 
(Erica) was getting the last plates for me to wash up, as she came 
Back she said that She hoped that one day I would tie as good as 
She did. I looked at her and whipped my hands on the apron. 
- Yes. You most become a good tier. You most be as good as I am. 
She said, and tugged my ear a little playful.
- Yes Mistress. I answered.
- I talked to Andrea, and she said that you could tie her up again 
after you are finished with the washing up.
- But again? I tied her three hours ago. I said.
Right after I had said that, I could feel a solid slap across my face.
- You don't get any better with not practising! Are you stupid!!!! 
Andrea was nice enough to give you some time, and you question 
me??? She yelled.
- I am sorry Mistress. I said as the tears was pressing against my 
eyes. 
- You WILL practise after you are done. She said, and left the 
room.
I looked after her, the door was slammed shot and I could hear her 
loud voice yell something. I whipped my eyes on the apron, and 
continued with the washing up.

I walked into the living room, the three women was siting and 
reading as I walked in. Erica looked up she had calmed down. 
- Are you done? She asked.
- Yes Mistress. I answered and curtsied to her.
- Good. Said Erica.
Andrea raised up, and walked over to me. She hugged me, and 
showed me where the ropes was stored. Carefully I started to tie 
her. First her wrists crossed behind her, carefully laying the ropes, 
so they wouldn't hurt her.
- You can tie harder then that. Suddenly Andrea said. 
I froze, and my eyes went directly to my mother. She looked at me, 
Stacy also looked at me. I took the rope ends and tugged them a 
little harder, and tied it off. 
After tying her up, Andrea tried to get loose, but she couldn't. I 
beamed of joy. I looked at Andrea wiggling on the floor in front of 
me. Erica got up, and walked over to us. She bent down, and felt 
the ropes. They were tight, but not to tight. 
- Good work, Erin. She said. 
She padded me on the head and smiled. I could see Stacy give me a 
thumb up from where she was siting. I smiled and hugged my 
mother. And I could her hands holding me tight. And she silently 
whispered "I knew you could do it."