## Margaret’s Play Day (M/F)

Post by LordNelson » Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:56 pm

This story is part three of a four part Play Day series. Cindy’s Play Day and Tommy’s Play Day should be read first.
The day had finally arrived. Tommy and Cindy had gone over their plan to tie up Margaret a dozen times and now it was time to see if they had perfected it. Tommy’s room was prepared and everything he needed was in place. Cindy had rehearsed her part and felt ready.
The girls arrived and the morning went as usual but Cindy suggested a new game for after lunch. They were going to be a group of jewel thieves. She had hidden a precious gem in each room of the house and each girl was going to be assigned a room. Whoever found their gem the fastest would be the winner.
When it was Margaret's turn she was assigned Tommy’s room. Tommy was waiting for her. He had been anxious to get her since she had arrived. He had never really paid much attention to her before but today she had caught his eye. She came been expecting to play “fashion show” in the afternoon as they usually did. She was wearing her brand new dress. It was red with short puffy sleeves and a pleated skirt. Black tights and shiny black Maryjane’s completed her outfit. Tommy was at that awkward age when girls were starting to look good but he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he was looking forward to seeing her tied up.
The other girls were all in on the set-up and the moment she left Cindy’s bedroom they had about thirty minutes to enjoy a break from her complaining and whining. That was what Tommy said would be a reasonable amount of time to keep her tied up. Margaret tip-toed down the hall towards his room armed with a water pistol. She entered his room and approached the desk to check the drawers.
Tommy lunged at her from behind the door. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. The water pistol fell to the floor. Her face was buried in the pillows and he was on top of her. So far it had gone according to plan. This is where the plan fell apart.
She put up a fierce struggle and he couldn’t get her arms behind her to tie them. It was a job that required at least three hands, or better yet four, but he only had two. He tried desperately to find a solution. He noticed the duct tape on the bed post. There was no way to gag her until her hands were secure but then he thought of another use for the bed post. Recently in school he had learned about pulleys. It gave him an idea.
She had her arms pressed tightly against her sides to prevent him from pulling her hands behind her. He slipped a rope around her right wrist and tied it. He passed the other end around the bed post and pulled with all he had. The arm was pried away from her side and was soon stretched out straight. A few loops around the post and a hitch finished the job.
When he went to do the other side she had tucked her hand underneath her. He pulled it out but when he tried to tie it she pulled it away again. After several failed attempts he tied the rope around her elbow and used the opposite bed post to pull her arm out. This had an unexpected side effect. It pulled her off of the bed. She was now hanging from the ropes suspended with her knees an inch from the floor. Worse yet was that her face no longer buried in the pillows anymore.
She began to alternate between begging, threatening and cursing him. He quickly moved to get the duct tape and tripped over her legs crashing to the floor on his knees. She hadn’t thought to scream yet and he didn’t want to give her enough time to consider it. Ignoring the pain he grabbed the tape and pressed it firmly over her mouth. He sat back to rub his knees and noticed that her knees were not quite on the floor. He loosened the elbow rope and lowered her slightly.
Now he had to figure out how to tie her up properly. He studied the problem for a moment and came back to the pulley solution. Her left arm was dangling free from the tied elbow. He put a rope around her wrist and passed it behind her back and around her waist. Holding the end he stood beside the bed post. He pulled on the rope until it was tight and then released the elbow rope from the post. It neatly pulled her hand behind her back. He passed the rope around her waist again and tied it off to her wrist. Then he repeated this for her right hand.
She was now kneeling on the floor with her feet about a foot apart. He took her by the ankles to put them together. She shifted her weight to her right knee and kicked at him with her left foot. She caught him squarely on his already painful knee. A second kick followed. On the third he grabbed her foot. Her shoe came off in his hand followed by a fourth kick which he managed to dodge. He retreated to a safe distance. Once again the pulley trick had to be used.
He made a slip knot in the rope and approached her. When she kicked he passed the noose over her foot and pulled it tight around her ankle. Then he passed the rope around the ropes securing her wrists and pulled. Her foot was drawn up until her heel touched her bum. He tied it off and repeated the procedure for her right foot.
Then he laid her face down on the floor. He stood over his victim and studied his work. It had been a hard battle but the result looked good. Tommy had no idea what a hog tie was but he had just completed his first attempt. He sat down to nurse his throbbing knees. In spite of the pain he was feeling satisfaction but something was not quite right. He realized what it was and reached over to pull her other shoe off. He didn’t know why but that looked a lot better.
He checked the clock. That had taken a little more than ten minutes. He was supposed to keep her for thirty minutes. She turned her head and gave him a nasty look. He smiled stupidly back at her. He hadn’t given any thought to what they were going to do once she was tied. She put her face back down towards the floor. He tried to chat but it was difficult when it was a one way conversation. He found himself asking questions that she was in no position to answer.
He looked at the clock again. Only five minutes had passed. He started talking again trying to avoid questions. He mentioned the latest movie that he had seen. He asked her if she had seen it and then realized how dumb that was. She turned to look at him and nodded yes. That was it. Ask her questions with yes and no answers. The next ten minutes went by quickly as he found out her favorite and least favorite movies, TV shows and books.
Now it was time to finish the plan. He excused himself and left the room. He went to inform the other girls that it was time for them to rescue Margaret. They reluctantly went. He waited for them in the hallway but it seemed to be taking a long time. They were having trouble undoing the knots. He finally decided to investigate.
When he entered the room they had just removed the last rope and Margaret, still gagged, was on her feet. He stopped in the doorway. Margaret quickly picked up the pistol and aimed it squarely between his eyes. It was time for some revenge. She pulled the trigger and a stream of water launched through the air. She was too far away. The jet of liquid surrendered to gravity and dropped hitting him in the crotch. As the dark stain spread the giggling started. The game was over and the girls rushed back to Cindy’s room laughing all the way.
He sat on the bed and looked at the ropes on the floor. In spite of all the setbacks he realized he had learned three things today. First of all pulleys were quite useful. Secondly, in addition to the embarrassment of looking like he had peed himself, wet pants were very uncomfortable. And lastly that he really like to tie up girls.