One day, I don't really know how it started, he wanted to bet with me that he could put me in a hold and that I couldn't escape. One thing led to another, and I agreed if I couldn't escape I would have to let him tie me up and be his slave.

You know how these schoolboy games were, don't you?

He told me to lay on my stomach, with my hands at my sides, so I did. He then knelt, astride my back, facing my feet. Next, he took my wrists, and crossed them behind my back, locking them with his hands, tightly. He then brought his feet together, under my face, (I hope you can imagine this), and crossed them.

I had the soles of his plimsolls directly under my face, and I began to squirm! I tried and tried to escape, but the more I seemed to struggle, the tighter his hold on me became, I couldn't believe it. He had my arms pulled up my back, tight, so there was no chance of escape, and his legs and feet held my head in a vice like grip, I began to panic, I couldn't believe this smaller boy could hold me down.

I asked him to let me go, but he noticed the panic in my voice and began to laugh. The more I struggled, the tighter his legs and feet wrapped around my face. After a while I knew that I couldn't escape, I had tried and tried, but it was no use, I begged him to let me up, asking him to move his plimsolls away from my face because of the smell, it was a hot day and the rubber soles were right under my nose, I can still remember the feeling.

That was my biggest mistake, he told me that I would be smelling a lot more of his plimsolls after he had me tied up. Well, that was it, and before he let me up, he reminded me of the bet.He told me, if I didn't do it, he would tell our friends about holding me down, and tell them that I couldn't escape.

I told him I would let him tie me up because I wanted this to be a secret, he said that his parents were going away on the weekend, and he would arrange for me to sleep over,(which I did from time to time anyway), and he would tie me up. It was Wednesday, he said he wanted me over his house Friday evening, I would sleep over and his parents would leave Saturday morning, I ageed.

We were sitting on the grass, and he pointed to his plimsolls,(black, lace up, with toe cap) and told me one job I would be doing is cleaning them. I imagined me, on my knees with a damp cloth, wiping the canvas and the rubber clean,

.............I was to find out I was wrong!