Tim’s Family
As you may
imagine from some of my past tales, Tim is not the only one in his family who
has a passion for tie-up games, even if he has his own taste in how he likes to
be bound. Take, for example, his cousin
Hanna. She lives some distance away, but
is the same age – and the day the story I heard about happened, she was at home,
wearing a red smock top with golden dragonflies printed on it, a pair of black
leggings and red ankle boots. She also
has blonde hair, which she likes to wear in two pigtails.
Anyway, this
particular day she was sitting in her garden, reading a book and taking
occasional drinks, when she heard a knock on the door. Her smile grew wider when she saw it was
Simone, her mother’s best friend. The
older woman had mousey brown hair, and was wearing a low cut patterned blouse,
a pair of tight black leggings with a wide yellow belt, and knee length black
patent leather boots.
“Is your mother
home, Hanna,” Simone said.
“no, I’m afraid
not,” Hana said, “but I’m bored. Will
you play a game with me?”
“A game of
what,” Simone asked.
“I want to be
tied up like Tim does,” Hanna said.
Well, Simone was used to this, so she went into the house, fetched some
ropes, and got to work. She made Hanna
stand against a large elm tree and then used a length of rope to bind her
wrists, the rope round each one and then taken round the back of the tree. She then bound her ankles tightly together as
well, before winding the rope in a criss-cross pattern round her and the tree,
holding her firmly against the wood.
It was a
sensation that Hanna truly loved as she tried to twist round, but with little
success – and then Simone pushed a folded cloth into her mouth, before tying a
brown tartan kerchief tightly round her head to gag her.
“Happy?”
“Hyhhsss,”
Hanna said as she nodded her head – and then she heard her mother call out
“Hanna, are you in the back?” She came
out, took one look at her daughter and her friend, and said “Well, looks like I
arrived just in time.”
“Yes, I think
you have,” Simone said with a smile – and thirty minutes later, she was lying
on her stomach on the grass, her boots squeaking as she tried to move in the
strict hogtie, a blue scarf tied tightly round her head and holding a sponge in
there as Hanna giggled.
She was not the
only captive that afternoon…
It does have to
be said that Hanna got her love of being helpless from her mother – Sabine, Tim’s;
aunt and his mother’s sister. She was a
tall and beautiful woman, and on the day this happened she was wearing a white
sheath dress with a black floral pattern running diagonally up it. The dress was tight, from the square neckline
to the top of her purple strapped sandals, as she stood and talked to her housekeeper.
Miss Jones had
black hair, and was wearing a white blouse with a deep neckline, a black shrug
cardigan over her arms and tied under her chest. A houndstooth skirt in black and white, dark
tights and knee length brown suede boots completed her rather unusual work
outfit.
“Are you sure
you wish me to do this for you,” Miss Jones asked as she looked at Sabine.
“I am sure,”
Sabine said as she felt the rope that held her wrists together behind her
back. Her housekeeper had bent her arms
so that her hands were between her shoulder blades, the rope going around and
between her wrists so they stayed in place.
“Continue.”
The housekeeper
nodded as she took the ropes and wrapped them round Sabine’s body, above and
below her chest, holding her upper arms firmly against her body so that she
could not move at all. Miss Jones then took
the rope under one arm, and pulled it up and around her neck several times
before taking it under the other arm. She
loved the way that felt…
“Excellent –
now, gag me,” she said, “and I will lay down.”
Miss Jones
obliged as she pulled the thin black silk scarf between Sabine’s lips, and then
tied it tightly round her head, Sabine mumbling as she lay on a chaise longer
and watched Miss Smith secure her ankles, then wind the rope up her legs and
secure the ends again below her knees.
“Whhndhrfhl,” Sabine
said as Miss Jones stood there.
“I will see who
that is at the door,” Miss Jones said as they both heard the bell ring, and the
housekeeper left. It was a few minutes
later when she was brought back in by the masked men, who had bound her upper
body and gaged her, then made her lie down and bound her legs before they
started to raid the house…
On his father’s
side of the family, Lars is one of Tim’s other cousins, again about the same
age as him. While he did not enjoy the
same things as Tim, a recent visit by two gentlemen to his house when his
mother was home made him feel – giddy.
His mother,
Angelika, was wearing a summer dress in lilac, with a floral pattern on
it. The dress itself had a top half that
was pulled down off her shoulders, and the skirt hugged her legs as they came halfway
down her calves, the white leather boots covering her legs. She was working on a project at home while
Lars was in his room, working on an assignment.
Both of them had mousey brown hair cut short, while Lars was wearing a
black t-shirt with a picture of Indiana Jones on the front, tan trousers, and
brown trainers.
He wasn’t sure
exactly how much time passed, but when the door opened he said “I’m just about
finished Mum.”
“Take your
time, son – I am in no hurry.”
Lars turned to
see a man standing there, dressed in black – leather jacket, trousers, jumper,
shoes, gloves, balaclava mask. He wasn’t
much taller than him, but he did have a gun in his hand as Lars said “who…”
“My name is
Mister Small,” the masked man said, “my friend is having a word with your
mother at the moment, and asked if I would bring you to join her. But we have some time – please, finish your
assignment first. I insist.”
Lars really
felt as if he had no choice, so he turned and finished the essay he was
writing, before he said “now what.”
“Now, please,
stand and put your hands behind your back.”
“If you insist…”
“I do,” the man
said as he raised his free hand, Lars seeing the ropes. He swallowed and then stood up, putting his
hands behind his back as he looked out of the window and felt the rope forcing
them together.
“That’s tight,”
he said with a concerned look as he glanced back.
“I regret to
say, tight is necessary – you could be hurt more if we do not insist on correct
binding,” the masked man said as he then took the longer rope and wrapped it
round the young boy, forcing his arms against his sides as he said “is your
friend doing this to my mother?”
“My friend did
this to your mother before I came to fetch you,” Mister Small said as he tied
the ropes off, and then produced a yellow scarf. Rolling it up, he said “one more thing before
we go – open wide and say ah…”
“AHHNNHHLHRS.”
“Mhmm,” Lars
said as he walked into the front room to see Angelika lying on the couch. Her hands were behind her back, btu there
were bands of rope framing her chest, as the top of her dress threatened to
come down under the tension.. There was
also rope round her legs above and below her knees, her ankles were tightly
bound, and a white scarf sat between her lips where it was tied round her
head. There was a second man with her,
identical to Mister Small, except he stood a foot taller.
He smiled as he
said “ah – your son is here to keep you company. Do make him comfortable, Mister Small.”
“Of course,”
Mister Small said as he made Lars sit in an armchair, and then took more ropes
from the bag on the floor, securing her ankles together and then his legs above
and below his knees.
“I am so glad
you will not be alone for the next few hours,” Mister Tall said as Angelika
looked at her son. “But it is time for
us to go. The Gentlemen Robbers bid you adieu
– may we never meet again.”
As the two
masked men left, Angelika started to struggle – and Lars could not keep his
eyes off her as she struggled, and felt something very different happen to him
as well. Not an unpleasant feeling
either…
The member of
the family who missed out on that occasion was Lars’ sister Tina – his twin
sister in fact. Not that she herself
was averse to a little fun in the ropes – as Tim himself could testify.
She had gone to
see him one afternoon, wearing a tight top with a pastel coloured print, a
short blue serge skirt, and knee length brown boots. Tim himself was wearing a red jumper and tan
p[ants with blue trainers. Anyway, they spent
the afternoon at first as they usually did – watching some episodes of the
popular YA series, Spy Games.
This would only
usually lad to one conclusion, and it was no exception this time, as Tim asked
Tina if she would tie him up. Well, Tina
could never resist a challenge, so she fetched a bag of ropes and got to work.
First, she
folded Tim’s arms behind her back and then tied his wrists to his elbows,
before she wound tow bands of rope round his upper arms and body, making sure
his arms were locked into place – especially after she cinched the bands with
ropes between his arms and body. Tim
loves the way this makes him feel, and that day was no exception.
He then sat
down as Tina knelt in front of him, and bound his ankles tightly together, the
cuffs of his pants flowing out from under the ropes. Some more bands were tied round his legs,
above and below his knees, and then around his thighs with each band tightly
cinched.
“oh that feels
so good,” Tim said with a sigh.
“Do you want the
special rope?”
“Once you have
gagged me.”
“Well then,”
tina said as she rolled a black headscarf up, “open wide.” Tim nodded as he was cleave gagged, and then
Tina wound the rope round his waist, before she let it drop to the floor – and
then she took the two strands either side of the bump there, before pulling the
ropes back and securing them to his chest ropes.
“you could try
and escape, you know?”
Tim nodded as
he jumped round the room, feeling the ropes rub on him everywhere, sighing as
he felt his body reacting. He then
looked at Tina, who smiled as she said “shall I?”
“Hyyhsss,” Tim
said as she walked over and stroked her hand on somewhere…
Of course, Tina
does occasionally end up in the ropes as well.
Most recently at Tim’s birthday party.
She had put on a special outfit for the day, wearing a brown shift dress
with a tiger print, and her high brown boots.
She was standing against a wooden pole which was in Tim’s back garden, her
arms taken around the pole and her wrists secured together behind the wood.
A further band
of rope held her waist against the pole, while a third was tied round her upper
arms and the the pole itself so that she was held in place. A fourth band of rope was holding her ankles together
and against the wood as well.
Not that she
could say a lot – the thin strip of sheet that was pulled between her lips and
the folded cloth in her mouth was seeing to that. All she could do was glance to her side,
where her Aunt Sabina was standing.
The older woman
had a red wig on, but she was wearing a tight black smock top with white polka
dots and a deep neckline, leather pants and over the knee black felt
boots. Not that Sabine could say anything
either – in her case, the spotted strip of bedsheet was tied tightly round her
head, covering her mouth and holding the cloth in place there.
She twisted
round in the ropes, securing her as tightly as Tina was, and the ropes felt so
good on her…
“”Mhmhmhphlshhh.”
“Shhrrhhnnhh,”
Sabian said as she looked at her other side.
Her daughter was also standing against a pole, wearing a short blue
leopard print dress with a plunging neckline, and black knee length boots. But she was as tightly secured as the other
two, a red and blue scarf tied over her mouth.
All three had been
secured into place by Tim, who was wearing a pair of brown corduroy trousers
which had the bottoms of the legs cut off and fringed, and a band n his hair
with a feather sticking out. He was also
bare chested, and had “captured” all three to make the local sheriff free his
people.
Unfortunately,
there was not a lot he could do about it at this point – because his Aunt
Angelika had put him up against a tree and bound his wrists behind the tree
with more rope. She had also secured his
ankles, and his legs below his knees – and tied a patterned long scarf over his
mouth, taking it round the tree as well.
“Happy?”
“Hyhsss,” Tim
said as he felt the4 bulge in his pants again.
He was most certainly happy…
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