I hope you like my new story which also went up on Gromets Plaza today.
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Emma xx
© Copyright 2019 - Emma Bond
Storycodes: Sbf; Gag; Bond; Zipties; Hogtie; Discovered; F/f; Caught, Spank; Toys; cons/reluct; X
The front door bell had rung several times. Then it went silent before the knocking had commenced. I prayed for whoever it was to just go away and leave me alone. It was only when I heard the front door latch being opened and the sound of stiletto heels tapping over the wooden floor boards of my hallway I lost the plot and started to go frantic.
"Hey sis I know you are in. Your car is in the driveway. Come on stop mucking about. You promised me you would come . . . Holly Shit!"
My sister had searched the house tracking me down in my bedroom. The heels had slowly tapped their way from my hall to my living room. Then down the hall; tap, tap, tap, to the kitchen. There were more swear words. "Paula! Where the hell are you?" I could hear the soft pad, pad, pad, as the heels climbed the carpeted stairway. There was a slight squeak as the bathroom door had been pushed ajar. If I had been sitting on the throne I would have answered her for Christ sake.
The bedroom door flew open and my sister’s jaw dropped open. Next was the stunned registration of my predicament. Only then came the realization and the expletives, as disbelief, turned into the questioning, “how the hell had I gotten into that position?”
"Oh my god! What the fuck happened Paula." She rushed to my side before halting in her tracks and I looked up at her perfectly tanned and shapely legs as she towered over me. My eyes came back down to the five inch Louboutin sling back shoes she was wearing in a gorgeous shade of pink, with obligatory red leather soles.
" 'Ice 'umps." I managed to muffle from my gagged mouth. (Hey they really were nice pumps!)
She glared down at me. Her curly blonde hair was held back in a ponytail, but the tail was draped over her left shoulder onto a sleeveless silk blouse that was left several buttons open to display her ample décolletage. The Louboutin’s matched a leather knee length baby pink pencil skirt. She stood in front of the bedroom window and a halo of sunlight radiated around her. She looked stunning. She also wasn't in a rush to bend down to untie me either.
My sister Abigail was twenty nine and had been many things to me in my twenty four years of life. She was a tormentor; a baby sitter; a shoulder to cry on; and my hero and protector all through my life. Sometimes when Mom had gotten mad with me she stood up for me. She took several slapped legs for me back in the day. She had sorted the bullies that plagued me at school. She had covered for me when I came back late from a girlfriends party. She hid the fact from mom when I was fifteen that I had spent my first night out with a guy after the "walk of shame" home. Then she had held my hair back from the toilet bowl when I had been dumped a couple of days later and had drunk myself to oblivion on cheap vodka. Even when all that drink had resurfaced and she was moaning about flecks of my vomit on her new jeans and that she wasn't cleaning up the bathroom after me. She still stayed with me and held my hair out of the way. She did clean the bathroom too while she gave me the "irresponsible" lecture incorporating condoms and safety until I could get a word in edge ways and told her I had made him wear a "Johnny" before he could touch me. I remember getting a sympathy hug from her after I told her that.
Seeing me in my current predicament, my sister stood before me aghast!
So what could put the fear of god and the mask of horror onto her face you might well ask?
I guess I really should start at the beginning . . . .
Seventies reruns in a nutshell. WTF you ask?
Seventies reruns were to blame. There were no satellite TV channels at the time. You had the TV beamed into the home via aerials or if your family was better off you got cable which had a heap more channels to watch. Well sis and I used to play Charlies Angels. I wanted to be the gorgeous Jaclyn Smith who played Kelly Garrett and Abbie was always Farah Fawcett's Jill Munroe. She had the piercing blue eyes and the pretty golden blonde hair and always insisted on it. Well we watched along and the next day we went out and played the parts. When something went wrong I remember being fascinated as the girls were tied up and sometimes gagged too.
If you look back at it now, some of those seventies shows with the damsels were quite intense. Actresses; girls all want to be called actors now; really got tied up. Gags went into the mouth and behind the teeth. Sometimes there was an evil villain who knotted the cleave gag first. The shit over the mouth gags that used to infuriate me and my sister from the fifties and sixties shows could always be slipped off, and we usually did that. Seeing cop shows like Charlies Angels and how they got tied up, made it so much more realistic. And my sister used to make sure I got tied up properly. She came up with the plot and played several roles; goodies and baddies. The clothes line that hung in a long line down the garden with a pole to hold the line up when loaded with wet washing always got taken down and use on my hands and torso. She became pretty good at tying me up too. At first I always offered my hands out in front.
She called me silly. That the Angels were tied hands behind them or were handcuffed in some dastardly way. If I wasn't going to play properly then she wouldn't play with me at all. Well I didn't want to be left out so I usually sighed and let her get on with it. She could be mean and sometimes tied me tightly. When it was my turn to tie her I wasn't very good and she wriggled out to capture me again. We had been playing like it for a couple of weeks. We made sure to hide our games from Mom who would come out and yell blue bloody murder at us both for dirtying her clothes line by rolling around the floor in it. She didn't come and free me though. I remember her tutting and shaking her head and then going back indoors to finish the dinner or whatever it was she was doing at the time.
Well somehow or other after one exciting episode with one of the angels bound and gagged and locked in a dark cellar, we went out to re-enact it. I found myself trussed up tight, hands behind me "De Rigueur"; when suddenly out of my sisters pocket she pulled one of mothers silk neck scarves. Abbie held a corner and let it unfold while standing over me gloating how weak and stupid the Agency was and that they should fire me and get a real agent who knew what they were doing. The silk she trailed over my cheek and I turned away to avoid it. When she did it again I glared at her although the silk was soft and brushed gently along my cheek. It felt nice. Then she laughed as all I could do was look up to her and her smug gloating face. Her blue eyes were twinkling with mischief. Then she took the scarf and knotted it at the centre. Up until then we had only played tie up. She knelt down with her legs astride my chest as she ever so very slowly brought the knotted silk closer to my face. I remember wriggling and I turned my face to the side to prevent her.
She laughed. Well I wasn't just going to open my mouth to let her do it. As a budding damsel in distress one needed to do the required amount of struggling first before finally submitting to one’s fate. I was surprised when Abbie pinched my nose as I was still pursing my lips together. I held on before spluttering to gasp some air into my lungs. The knot was forcefully shoved into my mouth and she twisted my head moving my long mousy blonde hair out of the way before knotting the scarf tight at the base of my neck. It was the first time we had used a gag. I must have gone all wide eyed in shock as I remember her stroking my cheek softly to soothe me.
I remember after she gave me a couple of minutes to get used to things, she pulled me over to Daddy's shed. She pulled open the door before she unceremoniously dumped me inside, wedging me next to the lawnmower. I was struggling to wriggle free in vain. The "piece de resistance" came seconds later. Abbie rolled me onto my side as best she could and with some left over cord at my bound ankles; bent my legs back and hogtied me. Not that I knew what a hogtie was back then. I was shocked. My wrists suddenly pulled towards my feet became tighter and I knew then I wouldn't be able to escape until she let me go.
She sat and looked at me with a big beaming smile. The mischievous twinkle was still in her eye. She checked the knots and made sure the rope knot wouldn't slip before she turned on her heel; her flowery sun dress flouncing as she turned; and then she locked me in the shed leaving me bound, gagged and very alone in the dark. It was a day of firsts for me. The first time I had been gagged while trussed up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey. The first time Abbie had left me alone while in my bondage. It was also the first time I had ever been locked up in the dark.
I admit that I was scared for the first few minutes. Outdoors in the sun it had been hot. Mother had moaned about putting on sun cream, but in the shed it was nice and cool. I could hear faint noises on the other side of the wooden door. There was a slight breeze ruffling the leaves in the big Oak at the bottom of the garden. I heard the creak of the rope swing hanging from the lowest branch of the Oak. Birds were cheeping all around. It’s amazing what your ears pick up when you can’t see anything, if you concentrated.
The shed had a different smell than any room I had been in before too. It was the smell of wood. Well I guessed it was wood. Treated wood, but not varnish. More an oil based coat. I know Daddy treated the wooden fences, so I guessed he had also done the outside of the shed. I thought I would be more scared. There were cobwebs in the opposite corner that I noticed when Abbie had shoved me down on the floor. The shed smell reminded me of how Daddy smelt when he had been working out here or at his work bench in the garage. It was comforting rather than scary.
I tried to struggle a little. I knew it was futile, but it was expected of a cute damsel in distress. I had to be cute because Mom always said I was. I had dimples in my cheek and all cute girls have dimples. I also had a small button nose that Daddy sometimes tried to grab and take off. I knew it was just his thumb between his fingers, but I always had to clutch at my nose just to be sure it really was still on my face. It always made him smile when I did that. I couldn't move much, but I had a feel just to see if there was anything I could use to lever the rope off me or at least to chafe the rope to make it easier to break. It wasn't happening. I was at the mercy of Abbie to come let me out, but I also knew she would torment me by making it look like I would never be let out. I tried to move just to keep some feeling in my wrists and ankles which seemed to be a continuous dull ache, because any movement of my legs and ankles pulled my wrist and any movement of the wrists pulled the ankles taut.
I leaned back and sighed. It wasn't worth moving and rubbing my skin raw, because Mom would give us both a whack on the back of the leg. Abbie wouldn't come to release me until she felt I was in so much distress I would be a crying wreck. So I stayed put chewing on the scarf and listening to my surroundings. After a while I started to yawn and I must have dozed off. I woke startled as the shed door banged open. There in the doorway, hands on her hips, was Abbie. The grin on her lips seemed to fade as I woke startled. I tried to get up before pulling on my wrists and the ache returned. She was shouting at me about how useless I was that I couldn't escape and that she wasn't going to be an Angel anymore. She bent and untied my wrists before storming off leaving me to free myself and extract myself from the shed.
It all comes back to me now and then when I reminisce. That was the day I realized I was into bondage. I wasn't scared and it was so peaceful. The bonus was my sister Abbie was so cross with me she didn't speak to me the rest of the day. I guess her evil, nefarious scheme had backfired and I wasn't the gibbering crying damsel in distress she thought I would be. I had enjoyed being tied up tightly by her. I knew it was inescapable and that without some method to break or cut the rope I was "stuck" Being hogtied and gagged I had let my mind wander and I thought about lots of other things rather than dwell on how helpless I really was. I also knew that at dinner time if Abbie hadn't let me go by then, Mom would have gone frantic calling all the neighbourhood kids to see where I was; and Abbie would have been "dead meat" and grounded for a month for locking me up all afternoon.
My big sister Abigail being five years older than me soon tired of playing with me and started to go out with boys. I became the hindrance in her life and she told me to get lost more often than not. I may have enjoyed it more if she took the rope and left me bound and gagged in the shed, but that never happened again. My fixation wouldn't go away though and I found myself playing my kinky bondage games alone in my room, and soon she went off to university and I started in high school. My circle of friends grew and I became more confident and when she came home for the summer and the other holidays I was the one that was out and about all the time with no time for her in my leisure time.
She landed a good job and moved to an apartment in the city. Then she caught the eye of her manager and started a relationship. She had to change jobs as the company didn't like that, but she became the woman behind the man that eventually became the director of his division. Even though she was younger than him; he is thirty five to her twenty nine; she had him cut his hair, and wear stylish clothes and go to the gym with her. She drove him on, instilling her ambition to him and boosting his confidence. She would fight him, yell at him and use sex to get her way until he achieve everything she had set out for him to do. They have two young kids now and he dotes on Abbie and she spends a great deal of her time on her knees making sure he wants to come home to her. I guess she did invest a huge amount of time moulding him into her ideal man.
The strange thing is that she can click her fingers at any man and they would be putty in her perfectly manicured hands, but she can’t see that.
Hey she is my sister and that's how she is. The only thing she seems to have neglected is Mark actually worships the ground she walks on and wouldn't run out on her as he has everything he ever desired in a woman and as much sex as he can cope with.
Well that's enough about her and back to how she found me.
Did I mention I was into bondage? Of course I did.
I knew Abbie was coming over. It was Abbie's idea we play the dutiful children taking Mommy to lunch as we hadn't seen her for a while as Daddy had escaped her clutches and was spending his Saturday morning at the golf club with his cronies.
In truth Abbie was my back up in this instance just in case the release failed. What pissed me off though was she was early. Two bloody hours early. At times, she thinks she can swan in and out of people’s lives. She doesn't realize we all have jobs and sometimes other kinky stuff to do too, and that we aren't all at her whims and beck and call.
Okay that is unfair. Abbie is an awesome mom. She has me come over to her place in west Sussex all the time. We shop in Chic Sussex boutiques and we lunch. She mostly picks up the bill, even though I protest and try to pay. Did I say that if she sees something that I would look good in she would drag me over and while I would be balking at the cost, she would be buying it in my size. Okay I was pissed at her being early but that's what petulant gagged younger sisters are supposed to be like!
Okay, Okay. I'll get back to the bondage stuff, Jeez Louise!
I had rigged up a block of ice with a heap of string frozen in it and I had taped one of the free loose ends high up on the overhead bedroom door lintel so the ice would melt into a bowl below to catch the drips. The string would release itself when it melted, but remain in the dangle position. Tied to the other free end was my trusty medical shears. Now you can see that I had to wriggle over to use the scissors to cut myself free.
Cute damsels in distress that play self-bondage games really need to have a safe way to get loose just in case. Do you know how long it takes to get a dried up, dusty, dehydrated and desiccated bound and gagged damsel out of your carpet when you find them twenty or so years later because their release has failed?
No? Okay! Neither do I, but I bet its ages and it will cost a few bucks to hire one of those industrial sized carpet vacuums to do the job properly. You may even have to hoover them up a couple of times over. It sure wouldn't be good for the asthmatics of the bondage world, is all I can say!
Okay,Okay. The Bondage!
Zipties. Or Cable Ties. You call them what you like, but it was what I was using.
I had used the two ring non slip tie following all the old Bondage Life pictures on how to do your bondage stuff safely. You get a coil of ropes to slip over your wrists. Tie the rings to your ankle bondage and then pull the rope which pulled the slip knot closed tightening the wrist rope coils and also pulls the prying fingers closer to the ankles. Yep you can still reach the rings and damsels prying fingers can slip between the rings and that loosens the nonslip slip rope. Then you are free again. It became boring as I wanted to stay tied up for longer with the freedom taken away from me for certain durations.
The next method your budding Bondagette used was Balloons. Yep, your average run of the mill party balloons with the key inside one. Inflated you drop a load of balloons in the room and bind yourself up, throw on a blindfold and handcuff yourself and wriggle around popping the balloons until you get the key and release yourself. When you are chained up and use handcuffs; well unless you double lock them, they can still tighten. I did say it was obligatory for the cute damsel to struggle right? So I did and was so very careful too. But as I twisted over from my front onto my side I sort of fell on the cuff of one wrist. It tightened and I was in a bit of trouble after that.
So back to the Zipties.
You can make any length you need from a couple of them put together. You pull them as tight as you want. They won’t open, and more importantly they won’t close on you. If you use them, you are pretty securely stuck for as long as it takes for the release method to kick in. And I had found a site online that had several sizes and would post them to me. So when they had turned up during the week I was already fantasising about my bondage session and being, as Bonnie Tyler sang, "a little bit helpless" by myself. All thoughts of Sis and lunch with Mom had gone out of the window.
I was up at seven on a bright sunny Saturday. I had showered and watched the cartoons while eating Cocoa Pops and drinking my first cup of tea of the day. Then I climbed the stairs with my parcel of Zipties and ice release and taped it up on the door jam and set an empty bowl under the ice for it to drip into.
I took out a bandanna from my knicker drawer and rolled it up and tied a knot in the centre and then gagged myself with it tightly at the base of my neck.
I crossed my ankles and used a short tie to zip my ankles together. Vrrrrup and my ankles were pressed together. I took a longer tie and another Vrrrrup and the tie pressed my knees together with the tie under my knees, just below the tendons that would have been a killer if trapped under the plastic tie.
I took two longer ties and zipped them together about an inch and started to zip them together around my upper arms and sitting just above my naked boobs. I pulled the tie until it dimpled my flesh and felt tight. Another two attached the same way sitting just under my boobs made the body tie complete and I had to wriggle my upper arms to allow my lower arms enough leverage wriggle my hands to my side. I took three short ties and placed one snugly around each wrist. The longer one I slipped through the ankle tie and tightened it into a loop.
Then I flopped on my side onto the carpet with a little grunt. I wriggled the small Ziptie up between my skin and the tie already around my wrist. I pulled my legs up into a ninety degree bend bringing the plastic loop up with it allowing my right hand to grab it.
With my wrists close together and one hand between the leg loop. I managed to slip the free Ziptie under my other wrist tie and then fiddle around until I could get the small Ziptie into a position to close. Vrr.
Gingerly I twisted my hand and felt the slack taken out and the pull of my two wrists closer together. Vrrrrr.
I was smiling behind my gag because finally when I pulled the Ziptie fully closed my wrists would be as snugly bound as if someone had tied me up. I was pretty chuffed with myself. Vrrrrup. I could feel my wrists palm to palm and there was no give. It was the perfect way I could tie myself up. Okay. It wasn't as nice a feel as rope bondage. There was nothing better for me than to feel the rope around my body. The Zipties had a smaller surface area and dug into the skin in a more intense way. I was struggling and testing my bonds. Trying to shuck off the gag by rubbing my jaw against the carpet and the bed leg near my head to no avail which made me pleased I had tied myself up well!
And then the doorbell had rung and my sister Abbie was standing there shouting "Holy Shit!" and "Oh my god. What the fuck happened Paula."
It’s not like she couldn't see I was properly gagged with a knotted bandanna, so it was a bit stupid of her to expect a cute damsel in distress to answer her properly. I mmphed something unintelligible to her, then I mumbled what the hell was she doing in my house.
She sat down heavily on the side of the bed with a sigh. "So you are you still playing these bondage games we played as a kid. I thought you had out grown all that kiddie shit." She tutted in disgust, before she leant over to untie the gag letting it drop to the floor by the side of my face.
I twisted on my side to look up at her. "Good morning to you too! I am so glad you could come over two fucking hours early!" I retaliated in the defence of my embarrassed and somewhat helpless position I suddenly found myself in.
"So is this how you get your kicks now? Tying yourself up, and dropping scissors slowly down to the floor to get free?"
"Unless my girlfriend the Bondage Fairy comes in and sprinkles magic dust to melt the Zipties." I spat back angrily.
"Darling you really shouldn't try to provoke me. I'm the one that's not tied up and helpless here!" She put the emphasis on the obvious and I mumbled an apology. "I have two questions? Are you still coming to lunch with mother and are you going to spill the beans and tell me all about what’s happening here."
"Yes. No. Anyway why haven't you rushed in and untied me thinking I had been burgled or something? Some sister you are!" I shot back in disgust while still trying to act the cute damsel with what decorum I still had left.
"Watch it, you nerdy twerp. No burglar in their right mind is going to bother tying a block of ice with scissors on the end of them. You can also bet your arse they wouldn't have bothered to leave a drip tray to stop your floor getting wet. It’s so obvious you did this to yourself Paula or are you in denial you really get off being tied up?"
I didn't know what to say. "Okay. I admit it. I like being tied up. It’s a game. An erotic game." I blushed. "Now cut me loose so I can get ready."
