![]() I hesitated a little but eight kids, all begging can weaken any mom. Next week when it again came time for a closing game the kids wanted to once again play cowboys and Indians with me as the captured white woman. My son says, "oh, sure" and quickly untied the ropes. I didn't get out on my own because I didn't want the boys to know how easy it would have been. When it was time for the meeting to be over the kids gathered up their schoolbooks and Cub Scout books, said goodbye to me, still seated in the chair with my hands and ankles tied, and headed home.Ībout five minutes later I asked my son if he was going to untie me. They either walked home or rode their bikes home. All the boys lived close by in the neighborhood. Our den meetings were held right after school. The kids danced in a circle around me making whooping sounds and having fun. The ropes were snug but with a little effort I could have easily gotten out of them, but I played along and pretended I couldn't. Seated in a kitchen chair my hands were quickly tied in front of me and my ankles were tied together. They were just a bunch of nine years olds having fun. I guess with rope being out and the Indian themes associated with so many of their activities I didn't really think anything about the request. ![]() This afternoon the boys decided they wanted to play cowboys and Indians with me as the captured white woman. The last fifteen minutes of our den meetings were set aside for a game or activity. The achievement we were working that afternoon involved learning to coil and throw a rope as well as learning the disappearing knot trick. Anyway, one day we were working on arrow points in our Bear book. Cub Scouts didn't really get into tying knots and such like Boy Scouts but they did play a lot of games, many of which were based on Indian themes. I told him he should be the one telling the story, but he felt people would find it more interesting if I wrote it. Anyway, my son thinks I should tell about the time I was his Cub Scout Den Mother, yes, I said Den Mother not Den Leader, for his den. I would have never imagined someone would put up a web page devoted to mothers who were tied up. It never ceases to amaze me what you can find on the Internet. My son sent me the address for this site. ![]() (note: permission to post this was given to me by KP Presents.
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