Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Fri Oct 11, 2013 2:26 pm

When Regina opened her eyes, she knew something was different. She just could not put her finger on what. The alarm had gone off as usual, playing the soft rock she liked to listen to. She could hear voices downstairs, which would indicate either Mark or Kristen were up. So far, so good.

So what was it? They had gone out for a meal, last night, as they had planned. She had worn her new Dior trouser suit, Kristen a brown jumper, leather skirt and high heels, and Mark had even agreed to wear a tie. That had gone well.

They had come home, had a hot drink, and then they went to bed. All perfectly normal - and yet something was not quite right. She tried to bring her hand down to scratch her nose- and then she realised what was not quite right.

She could not move her hand. Looking up, she saw it was tied to the headboard with a long red silk scarf. A look to the other side confirmed both arms were in the same predicament. “Right,” she said to herself, “I’m tied up. Again.”

What she actually heard was “rttmtdpgn.” Regina realised with a start she had something soft covering her mouth, something pulling at her skin, and something was in her mouth - that dry taste was not the wine from last night.

Raising her head from the pillow, she saw that her legs were bound with scarves around her thighs, knees and ankles, but she could still move them. At least she was still wearing her light blue silk nightdress.

“Right,” she thought to herself, “Someone had used my scarves to tie me to the bed, and keep me quiet. Was it Mark or Kristen? When I get my hands on them...”

The sheet that was covering her head and body was pulled off, and as Regina blinked she saw the banner that hung on the wall opposite.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!!!

“Whhtthhh,” she mumbled as she saw Kristen, Mark and Sam standing there. Mark was carrying a fully laden breakfast tray, Sam some cards and Kristen a number of brightly wrapped parcels.

“Today,” Kristen said as Sam untied Regina and helped her to sit up, while Mark set the tray down and removed the silk scarf, tape and cotton wool, “You do nothing, we treat you.”

“Sounds good,” Regina said, “But how will you manage that?”

“Guess,” was all Mark said as he held up the ropes and tape...
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Re: It's somebody's birthday - an Elanshof interlude

Postby SelenaGfan » Fri Oct 11, 2013 3:03 pm

Another great beginnig for this fun family.

Re: It's somebody's birthday - an Elanshof interlude

Postby elanshof » Sun Oct 13, 2013 3:26 am

Great start!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Wed Nov 20, 2013 2:58 am

More to come - soon....
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby NaughtyNats » Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:33 am

This is a good story so far, like to read more soon
:evil: :tied: :tickle: :gag: NAUGHTY NATS :gag: :tickle: :tied: :evil:

Maybe blindfold, maybe gagged, always barefoot

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby NaughtyNats » Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:33 am

This is a good story so far, like to read more soon
:evil: :tied: :tickle: :gag: NAUGHTY NATS :gag: :tickle: :tied: :evil:

Maybe blindfold, maybe gagged, always barefoot

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby SelenaGfan » Wed Nov 27, 2013 12:50 am

More soon I hope.

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:37 am

“All right, I get the message,” Mum said as I placed the tray with her breakfast on her lap. She seemed genuinely pleased to have been surprised like that – which is just as well. Kristen and I had got up at five, and had the dickens of a job making sure we did not wake her up as we stretched her arms up and tied them to the headboard, then secured her legs.

The gag had been the worst part – Kristen opening her mouth while I pushed the scarf in, then pressed the tape over, before I raised Mum’s head and tied the scarf over it. We only had time to change and have some breakfast ourselves before Sam arrived, and we took the birthday breakfast upstairs.

As Mum bit into a pastry, Sam said “Happy birthday, Regina,” as she placed the cards on the tray. “Mum and Aunt Jennifer are looking forward to seeing you later at the party.”

“Party?” Mum looked as if she was in thought for a moment, before she said !”Oh yes – the Halloween party. I’d forgotten that was tonight as well. What about the costumes?”

“I’m going to pick ours up later,” Regina said as we watched Mum opening her cards. “Sam already has theirs at her house.”

“And you’re going to love it,” she whispered in my ear before giving me a little kiss, making me blush and Kristen laugh. Sam was in her customary t-shirt and shorts, but she looked great to me in anything.

“So, are those presents I see,” Mum said as she looked at Kristen.

“Sure are,” my sister said as she handed them to Mum. “The top one is from me and Mark.”

She opened it to reveal a new jumper, but as she opened it out she saw the other present – a pair of fur lined handcuffs and a red ball gag.

“Have you been ordering online again,” she said as she looked at me.

“Actually, I got them in town,” Kristen said with a smile. Mum also had a complete box set of St Elsewhere, one of her favourite TV programs, and a few toiletries and other items.

“What’s this,” Mum said as she held up a slim envelope.

“That’s form Mum and Aunt Jennifer – she just told me to give you it,” Sam said. Mum opened it, looked inside and said “Oh – this is too much!”

It was a day pass for four to an exclusive spa a few miles out of town. Kristen looked at it, and said “Poor Mark – he can’t use this.”

“It’s all right,” Sam said as she put her arms round my neck, “I think I can keep him occupied for that day.”

We stayed and talked for a while as Mum ate the rest of her breakfast, before she said “Well, there is shopping to do, and...”

“Not for you,” Kristen said as she moved the tray, “You need to go to the bathroom, do what you’ve got to do, dress and then come downstairs – Sam will wait for you.”

“And what is waiting for me downstairs?”

“You’ll see,” Kristen said as she carried the tray off, “You’ll see...”





When Mum came down with Sam, she was wearing a light grey slip dress, black leggings and a pair of black felt boots. She saw the ropes and scarves, and said “Can I at least be comfortable?”

“More than that,” I said as I walked behind her, crossed her wrists behind her back and started to tie them together, “You can watch that DVD of Les Miserables you have not had time to watch yet.”

I secured her wrists, and then started to tie her arms to her body, wrapping the rope above and below her chest so that they were held tightly against her sides, her top stretching over her breasts as I did so.

“Think clean thoughts,” she said to me as I helped her to sit in her favourite chair, then tied her legs together at the ankles, below her knees and around her thighs.

“Just a simple cleave gag for this one,” I said as I pulled a rolled up head scarf into her mouth, securing the ends at the base of her neck as Kristen came in. She had pulled on her brown knee length boots over her trousers, and was slipping on her matching jacket.

“I should be back in time for lunch,” she said as she smiled at Mum, “so no misbehaving.”

“Who, us,” I said as Sam walked in, “we have some studying to get out of the way this morning – Film Appreciation assignment.”

“All right then,” Kristen said as she collected her handbag, “I’ll see you later.” She headed out as I put on the DVD, and left Mum to watch as I headed to the kitchen.

“So,” I said to Sam, “This assignment, what was it again?”

“To discuss the damsel in distress trope in modern television,” she said with a smile. “Want to take some practical notes?”

“My pleasure,” I said as I walked behind her, and put my hand over her mouth. She squealed into it, making me thrill at the feel of her words on my hands, as I said “Be a good hostage and put your hands behind your back.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said as I picked up the roll of duct tape, which just happened to be there, and taped her wrists together, then her arms to her side. “Going to behave,” I said to her.

“What do you think,” she said as she put her head back, and we started to kiss...
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby elanshof » Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:44 am

What a tantalizing beginning! Can't wait for the rest!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby SelenaGfan » Wed Nov 27, 2013 11:14 am

Thank You for updating this great story series.I also love the Heidi story.

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Mon Dec 02, 2013 3:34 am

We locked lips for a few minutes, before I smoothed several strips of tape over Sam’s lips and led her up to my bedroom. I set her down on the bed, and said “We have a little quality time, who don’t we cuddle a little.”

Sam nodded at that as I taped her ankles, then her legs below the knees, before helping her to lie on her side. Lying down behind her, I started to put my arm around her, my fingers stroking over her chest as my lips touched the back of her neck.

I heard her muffled moan as she pressed back against me, allowing me to kiss the side of rhea neck as she mewled in appreciation. I knew we only had a little while, but I wanted to enjoy it, as I whispered false menaces into her ear and she giggled with you.



“I’m back,” Kristen said as she came in, and looked in on Mum. She was lying on the couch, contentedly watching her DVD as I came down the stairs.

“So,” Kristen said as she looked at me, “Your assignment completed?”

“Oh yes,” I said with a smile, “I managed to find out many interesting new things.”

“I? Not We?”

“I meant we,” I said as I blushed and heard Sam following me down. Kristen looked at both of us, nodded and said “Well, you can help me prepare lunch. Sam, can you look after Mum for a few minutes please?”

“Sure thing,” Sam said as she walked into the front room, and I went into the kitchen. She set her bag on the table, and handed me a pack of bread rolls.

“You put the oven on and cook those,” she said with a smile as she slipped her jacket off, “and I’ll sort out the salad.”

I put the oven on and dampened the part baked rolls as Kristen started to sort out the salad leaves. “Oh, you’ll need to go and get the costumes after lunch – but you’ll need to make sure Mum and I cannot be any bother while you are out, if Sam has to go home and change.”

“Oh I think I can arrange that,” I said with a smile as I put the rolls into the oven, “With pleasure...”

As Kristen set the lunch out on the table, and I placed the warm rolls in a basket, Sam walked Mum in, her hands still tied behind her back and the gag over her mouth. Sitting her in a chair, she tied her legs to the front legs, and then untied her wrist before easing the now very damp scarf out of her mouth.

“Could I have a drink please,” she said as I handed her a glass of water, and watched as she slowly sipped it. “I love that film,” she said as she put her glass down, “and it was a lovely peaceful morning. So what is the plan for the rest of the day?”

“Well,” I said as I buttered a roll, “I need to go and collect the costumes, so I’m afraid Kristen is going to have to stay here with you.”

“That sounds good; we can have a long mother and daughter chat.”

“That might not be possible,” Kristen said with a smile, “but right now, let’s have lunch.”

Mum raised an eyebrow, and then said “All right – we’ll just eat then...”

The lunch passed peacefully enough, before I said “Right – Sam and I are going to wash up, why don’t you two go into the front room?”

“All right,” Mum said as Kristen untied her from the chair, and she went into the main room with Kristen.

“So what’s the plan,” Sam said as we started to take the dishes over to the sink.

“Oh, they’re going to be the victims of two burglars,” I said quietly, “If you’re game?”

Sam nodded and put the leftovers into the bin, as I ran the water.

A short while later, Mum and Kristen were surprised by two people bursting into the front room, both wearing a stocking over their head. The man was carrying a brown holdall, while the woman pointed a pistol at both of them.

“Not a word,” she said as she looked at them both, “just kneel on the floor, face down on the couch, and put your hands behind your back.”

“Please, don’t hurt us,” Kristen said in mock fear as she and Mum did what the woman demanded, while the man opened the bag and handed a length of rope to the woman. They knelt behind the two women, crossed their wrists and then tied them tightly together, making sure they were held tightly by passing the rope between their arms as well. They then moved back and crossed their ankles, the cords rubbing over Kristen’s leather boots as they were pulled tightly together.

“What have you done with my son and his girlfriend,” Mum said as she looked over her shoulder.

“They’re safely tied up upstairs," the woman said as she made Kristen kneel, and started to wrap rope around her arms and chest. “Now shut up and let us get on with our job.”

They both secured the two women, forcing their arms into their sides and their chests out as the rope pressed their breasts together, before they were told to open their mouths. Their complaints were muffled by the folded scarves that were pushed into their mouths, and then the microprobe tape that was pressed firmly over their mouths, sealing their lips before they were made to lie face down on the floor.

As the woman placed a cushion under their heads, the man tied their legs together below their knees, and then pulled their ankles back, securing them to their chest ropes before he pulled their skirts down to make them decent.

“Right,” the woman said as Mum and Kristen rolled over to face each other, “Just stay there and don’t struggle, and you’ll be just fine.” The two intruders left the room, closing the door before they pulled the stockings off their heads.

“That was fantastic,” Sam said as she kissed me, “but I have to get back. See you later.”

She grabbed her bag, waved at me and ran out of the door, while I put my jacket on and headed out as well. I had some costumes to pick up...
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby SelenaGfan » Mon Dec 02, 2013 3:45 am

Can hardly wait for more.Thank You KP.

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby elanshof » Mon Dec 02, 2013 5:20 am

Vivianfan wrote:Can hardly wait for more.Thank You KP.


Ditto!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Tue Dec 03, 2013 12:55 pm

It took me a good ninety minutes to get in and out of town, especially as I had to get a cab home with the three clothes bags, but as I came back in I could hear Mum and Kristen squirming round on the floor and talking to each other. I looked in the doorway, and said “Everything all right?”

“Hysssvrytfngslvly,” Mum said, but I could see the hem of her skirt had ridden up, while Kristen was shaking her head as she looked on.

“Well, you hold that thought, and I’ll get some snacks together – right after I put these upstairs.” I held up the clothes bags and then left them to struggle some more, while I deposited the bags in the rooms and then sorted out some dips, strips of vegetables and drinks.

Only then did I go through and untie them, allowing Mum to runt to the bathroom while Kristen finally had a chance to take her boots off. “I need a long shower and a night out of boots,” she said with a sigh.

“Er… You do remember what your costume is tonight, don’t you?”

Kristen looked at me, and then slapped her forehead as she said “Oh god – I had for a moment. I’m going to need a bath, not a shower.”

“Well, I’m getting washed first,” Mum said as she came back in, “I know how long you take in the bath. Come on, let’s eat and then get ready…”



“You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.”

I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror, and stuck the plastic stogie in my mouth. A brown Mexican poncho covered my off white collarless shirt and blue jeans, with a toy gun in a holster around my waist. A pair of brown boots, a bandana around my neck, and a hat, along with some burnt cork dabbed on my face, and I was The Man with No Name.

“So do you feel lucky, punk?”

“Wrong film, Mum,” I said as I turned round, but I suddenly had to remind myself it was my mother standing there.

She was wearing a white PVC nurse’s dress, that came halfway down her thighs, and a long red wig with a nurse’s cap perched on it. A pair of killer heeled red shoes was also part of her outfit, as were a pair of surgical gloves on her hands.

“Hello Nurse, “I cooed back in response, seeing her smile with her rouged lips.

“Why thank you, stranger,” she said as she looked at me. “I forget sometimes how old you’re getting.”

“So do I,” I said as I looked at the mirror. “So is Kristen ready yet?”

“I think she went downstairs earlier – come on.”

We walked down together to find Kristen in the front room, saying “the exits can be found here, here and here,” motioning with her hands. She had ordered a Stewardess outfit, and it was a cracker. The main part was a mustard coloured jacket and skirt, the sleeves of the jacket coming just over her elbows and the hem of the skirt above her knees. Under the jacket was a red and yellow top, and she had a large white scarf with thin multi-coloured stripes tied round her neck.

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, with a cap pinned to the top of her head, while her legs sat in a pair of knee length white leather boots with stack heels. “Well, I guess I am dressed to serve tonight,” she said as she twirled round.

“Good – the car will be here in five minutes, so let me get my coat and we can to get Linda and the others.”

She went and fetched a long black leather coat, slipping It on as an SUV pulled up outside. We got in the back and sat back to enjoy the drive to Sam’s house. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up outside, and I got out of the car, walking up to the door and knocking before turning round.

“Trick or treat?”

I turned round and let out another low whistle at my first look at Linda, Sam’s mum. She was wearing a witch’s dress, with a black laced bodice and sides as well as a gold coloured underlayer with elbow length sleeves and a skirt with a black lace trim. The sleeves also flowed out from the elbows in black lace, while her chest was visible under the tight bodice.

A pair of tight knee length black boots, a large witch’s hat and a hazel broom completed her outfit, but her smile made it worthwhile. “Sam’3 waiting for you in the front room,” she said as she grabbed a black cloak and fastened it over herself. “Jenn, get a move on, you naughty girl.”

“All right, all right,” I heard her Aunt Jennifer say, and then she came down the stairs, looking like Britney Spears in that video. She was wearing a white blouse, the front panels tied under her chest, a grey cardigan and knee length pleated tartan skirt, white socks and black heels in a Mary Jane style, while her hair was plaited into two bunches.

“You are one lucky boy tonight,” she said as she patted my cheek, then followed Linda to the car while I went into the front room.

“Hello Master,” Sam said as I came in, “Your slave is waiting.”

“Oh… My… God,” I whispered as I saw her standing there. She had on a black bra and pantaloons, with a silver beaded belt around her waist and silver slippers, and a large necklace of silver discs hanging on her front. A black velvet choker was round her neck, with a small silver ring on the front.

But it was the chain mail top that covered her chest, the straps over her bra straps and under her arms, which glistened in the light from the ceiling.
“Wow, just wow,” I said as I held her and kissed her, then wiped some of the burnt cork stubble off her chin.

“You must take me as your slave,” she said as she handed me a pair of leather cuffs, linked by a single chain, and a chain for the collar.

“OF course I will,” I said as I secured her wrists together, and then hooked the chain to the ring on her choker. “Don’t forget my bag though,” she said as she looked at a silver clutch bag, and then followed me, waiting as I turned off lights and then locked the doors, before leading her to the SUV.

“Nice, Sam,” Kristen said as we got in and sat down, “Very nice.”

“I thought so,” Sam said, “After all, it might win me the prize.”

“So how has your birthday been so far,” Linda said as she crossed her legs, winking at me as she did so.

“Relaxing – I haven’t had to do anything except rest, eat and…”

“And struggle,” Jennifer said with a smile. “Sam told us. So, we wondered if you wanted to make a night of it.”

“In what way?”

“You’ll see,” Linda said as we went along the road, “You’ll see…”
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby elanshof » Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:10 am

Intriguing! Can't wait for what's next!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Fri Dec 06, 2013 2:43 am

The event was taking place at the local Community College, and as we got closer it was obvious a lot of people from the town had come – and a lot of the fellow students of Sam and me. I stepped out, leading Sam by her leash as we walked into the main entrance, and straight into a group of my friends.

“Wow,” own of the jocks said, “Where in Mexico did you manage to catch that beauty, stranger?”

“Somewhere you will never go,” I grumbled as I led Sam into the large hall, where other people in bright costumes were standing around and talking. She held her hands out for me, and smiled as I removed the cuffs and the leash from her collar.

“See you later,” she said as she gave me a kiss, and went to join some of her friends, while I walked over and joined some of mine.

We stood around, talking about some of the girls and telling jokes, before I heard the DJ saying “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our Halloween Hop – so let’s dance!”

As the music started, we looked at each other, and did what every red blooded American male does in such a situation – walked to the side of the room and watched from a safe distance.

“Hey,” one of my friends, who had come as Freddy said as he looked at the dance floor, “Isn’t that your sister?”

I groaned as I saw Kristen doing the twist on the dance floor, and groaned even more as I saw Linda dancing with her, the two of them twisting on the toes of their boots as their skirts twirled in the air. I turned round to avoid the sight, but then felt a soft grip on my hand as Sam said “Come on lover boy – let’s dance.”

Now, have you ever seen Paint Your Wagon? Yeah, I know, probably something you want to forget, but it was as famous for the – unusual nature of the choreography as well as Lee Marvin croaking that song. Anyway, Clint Eastwood managed to sign rather well in that song, but dance? Nah.

So if I tell you that compared to me, Clint in that film is like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing, you can understand how I felt when Sam and I got on the floor. She put her hands above her head and swayed from side to side, the metal discs of her costume clanging softly, as she smiled and looked at me.

“Relax, Mark,” she whispered, “I don’t care how well you can dance, the mere fact that you are up here with me is enough for me.” I did relax after that, and managed to do a reasonably good job of dancing as the song finished.

“I need a drink,” I said as I took Sam’s hand, “coming?”

“Oh yes,” Sam said as we walked off, passing Mum as she stood talking to a group of men she knew. She turned her head and smiled at me, wriggling her bottom as she walked to the bar.

“It’s a fun night so far,” Sam said as I handed her a glass of punch. I agreed as we sat down, sharing a bowl of pretzels as we looked round the room. “Well, they certainly went to work on this,” Sam said as the music stopped.

“All right, folks, we’re going to play out first game. Can we clear the dance floor please?”

As the people moved off, two assistants carried in a pair of metal poles, with notches on the top, and set them apart on the dance floor. They then carried in a long pole, with doughnuts hanging down from strings. As they set the pole on the stands, I saw that the cakes were hanging about five or six feet off the ground.

“Great,” I said, “the doughnut eating game. I wonder who is going to be stupid enough to play that.”

“You might want to reconsider that question,” Sam said as the contestants were led in, their wrists secured behind their backs with ribbons and scarves tied over their eyes. In the centre of the row was a familiar looking naughty schoolgirl...

“All right, contestants, here’s the deal. The first person to eat all of these lovely, fresh, jam filled doughnuts wins the prize for this contest – and we get to watch you try. On your marks, get set – GO!”

It was a sight to behold, as the contestants got to work and most soon had jam covered faces. Not Jennifer though – she nibbled on the bottom of her doughnut, and then started to suck away at the jam as she consumed the pastry.

She obviously had plenty f practice at something like this, because she was clearly winning, cheered on by both of us as well as Linda. So when she won, we were all clapping and shouting.

Even if the prize was a dozen more jam doughnuts.

As Jennifer put the box down on the table, she smiled at us and said “Well, if nothing else, at least breakfast is taken care of tomorrow.”

“How did you learn to eat a doughnut like that,” I said as I looked at her. She swung her pigtails round and said “Wouldn’t you like to know,” before she saw a photographer walk past.

“Hey,” she said as she stopped him, “you need to get a photo of these two for the contest.”

“Contest?”

“The contest for the best costume. First prize is a pair of concert tickets to see Rod Stewart?”

“Is he even breathing? Honestly Aunt Jennifer...”

“At the staple Centre in LA – long weekend, all expenses paid.”

The photographer asked us to stand up and pose, so Sam put her arms round her waist and her head on my shoulder as she smiled and I growled. He then took a few details from us, thanked us and left us to sit back down, wondering who was going to win.

The evening passed quickly after that, as we danced some more, watched some more games, and had a good time. Eventually, however, the DJ said “And now, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it’s time to announce the winners of the costume prizes. If you will look to the big screen, you will see our third prize winner!”

We all looked at the screen, to see a picture come into focus. There was a loud cheer from the other side of the room, as an eleven year old girl dressed as Wonder Woman ran up to get her prize envelope, the gold boots clacking on the wooden floor.

“Impressive,” Mum said as she sat down with us, listening to the DJ as he said “And now, in second place...”

As the picture came into focus, I actually felt a little pity for the ten year old twins – a boy and a girl – who had been ‘persuaded’ to dress up as Oompa Loompas while their father was Willy Wonka. I only hoped the prize of a family ticket to the theme park was enough to make up for it.

“And now – drum roll please – we have joint first prize winners. Somehow, however, I don’t think they will mind sharing the prize. Come up as soon as you know who you are...”

We watched as the picture slowly came into focus, the slave girl holding the body of her rugged master....

“OHMYGODYOUWON!!!” Sam’s aunt almost deafened us as we turned red with embarrassment, and then walked to the stage to collect our prize envelope.

“This – is actually quite nice,” Sam said as we walked back to thunderous applause, “Do you mind if we go?”

“I guess you’re both old enough to go on your own for a weekend,” Mum said as she looked at Linda, who nodded in agreement. “This calls for a celebration,” Linda then said as she went to the cloakroom. “Come on –let’s get a cab back to my place.”
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:34 am

“I still can’t believe it,” Sam said as we walked into her hallway, “we won a trip to LA?”

“Yup – a couple of country hicks going to see the sights of tinsel town,” I said as I put the envelope down, and then took her in my arms. “Congratulations,” I said as I kissed her, smiling as she put her arms around me.

“Same to you,” she said quietly as she looked at me, before Linda came in and said “Come on you two – plenty of time for that later, right now there’s a bottle champagne in the fridge.”

“What the... Did you think we were going to win?”

“I thought you were in with a damned good chance,” Jennifer said as she came in with Mum and Kristen, “but it’s there for your mother, actually.” I smiled at my own stupidity, and then followed them into the living room with Sam, as Jennifer went to a cupboard and took out some champagne glasses.

“Here we are,” Linda said as she came back in, the clack of her boot heels ending as the floor changed from wood to carpet, and a large bottle of champagne in her hands. “Now, dare I shake it?”

“NO!”

The chorused response from the five of us made her smile as she took the gold foil from the top, loosened the wire cage holding the cork in and took it off, and then twisted the cork loose, a loud “POP” filling the air as she did so.

“Now then,” she said as she filled the six glasses. “A toast – to Regina, happy birthday!”

“Happy Birthday” we chorused as we toasted Mum, not sparing her blushes.

“And to my sister Jennifer, the champion doughnut eater of the south side!”

“To Jennifer!”

“And finally, to the best dressed couple of the night – Mark and Sam!”

Now we both blushed as they toasted us, before Kristen and Linda sat themselves down in chairs.

“You know, I’m almost jealous of them,” Kristen said as she crossed eh legs, “After all, neither of us won anything or celebrated anything today.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Linda said as she crossed her legs, and sipped on her champagne, “I think we both did quite well on the dance floor.”

“Yeah, we did – want to dance again.”

“No, I don’t think you should,” Mum said as she looked at Kristen, “it was – quite a sight.”

“Oh come on nurse,” Kristen said as she stuck her tongue out at Mum, “surely you know exercise is good for you.”

“I know – but I don’t think you should.”

“Oh – and how are you going to stop me?”

“Yeah,” Linda said, “How are you going to stop us?”

The four of us looked at each other, and Sam slipped out for a moment, while Mum and I grabbed Kristen and Jennifer tackled Linda, making them both stay in their seats until Sam came back with some ropes.

“Oh I see – like that will stop us,” Kristen said as I pulled her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists and starting to tie them together, while Mum crossed and started to tie her ankles together, the rope rubbing on the white leather boots and making them squeak.

Looking over, I could see Sam binding her mother’s ankles together, while Jennifer was binding Linda’s arms together behind her back. From their position, I could see she had folded them into a box position, but I was going with an elbow tie to further secure my dear older sister.

Once Mum had her ankles bound, she started to wrap rope around Kristen’s legs, below her knees, while I started to tie her arms to her sides by adding a rope harness to her wrists and elbow ties, making sure it sat snugly above and below her breasts. I could see Jennifer doing the same for Linda, the top of her outfit almost bursting open as her chest was forced out.

“Eyes front, stranger,” Sam said as she smiled at me, and tied her mother’s legs together. “Oh I am going to cast a hex on all of yooouuououhahhhahahahaaaa,” Linda said as Jennifer started to tickle her ribs.

“What a good idea,” Mum said, Kristen going “Oh no, oh no you donthahhahahhahahaaaaaaaa” as she felt the back of her knees been tickled, while I tickled her ribs. As she squirmed round, her hat fell off her hair, Mum picking it up and placing to one side without stopping her assault.

“Better move this as well,” Sam said as she took the hat off her mother’s head, and then started to tickle her knees as well. I’m not quite sure how long the attack lasted – what I do know is that it eventually stopped when Mum said “Oh dear – I think they; vet had enough.”

“I agree,” Jennifer said as she picked up a sponge ball and pushed it into Linda’s mouth, before covering her lips and cheeks with white tape. Mum stood up and removed the scarf from Kristen’s neck, folding it and pushing it into her mouth before I taped her lips over.

“Very nice,” I said as I looked at both of them, but you know what’s wrong with this picture?”

Sam looked at me and nodded as she grabbed her aunt’s arm and dragged her towards the dinner table, me doing the same with Mum before we pulled a chair out and made them sit down. As we guided their arms behind the back of the chair, Mum sighed and said “I guess it had to happen sooner or later, right Jennifer?”

“Yeah,” Sam’s aunt said as she felt her wrist being pulled together, “but you know what this means will be so much sweeter later?”

“What,” Mum said as I started to wrap rope around her arms and chest, pinning her to the chair back.

“Revenge of course,” Jennifer said with a smile as Sam pulled her upper body against the chair back, winding the rope around her chest, arms and the char as she secured her in place. Once she was satisfied, she knelt down and put Jennifer’s left leg against the chair leg, tying it in place at her ankle and knee before moving to the other side.

I opted to cross and bind Mums ankles together, then secure her knees, before finally pulling her ankles under the chair seat and securing them to her wrists with a shorter length of rope. Once they were both secured, we stuffed their mouths with two more sponges, and then taped their lips over, Mum’s outfit squeaking almost as much as the boots on Kristen and Linda as they tried to move about.

“More champagne, Sam,” I said as we poured each other a glass, before saying “Cheers” and toasting our captives.

On reflection, that was a dumb thing to do then, but hey – the consequences were fun as well...
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby SelenaGfan » Mon Dec 09, 2013 10:21 am

Excellent update.Love seeing 4 damsels tied & gagged.Hope to see a more intimate story with a 6 characters tied & gagged during the story and pleanty of stocking for the females. cheers :)

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby elanshof » Mon Dec 09, 2013 3:10 pm

Beautiful!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby elanshof » Mon Dec 09, 2013 3:10 pm

Beautiful!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:33 pm

“Now then my fair slave,” I said as I looked at Sam, “how am I going to make sure you cannot escape from my clutches?”

Sam looked at me, then bowed her head and held her hands out, saying “I place myself in your hands, O fair and just master.”

“Good,” I said as I picked up some more rope, “because I have plans for you.”

“May I make one request first?”

“OF course, my slave.”

“Take off the poncho and hat.”

I threw them to one side and started to bind Sam’s wrists together, the only other sound the squeak of leather and rope, but I wasn’t paying any attention to my sister or Sam’s mother – I was focusing my attention fully on the woman of my dreams, as I passed the rope between her wrists, and started to kiss her as I held her in my arms.

Our lips were locked for what seemed to be an eternity, as we just enjoyed being so close to each other, her hands resting against my stomach as we mumbled to each other. In fact our attention was so taken in each other the danger we faced was a hidden fact – until I felt the tap on my shoulder and I heard Linda say “Well now – let’s take care of both of you first.”

I felt Sam being pulled closer to me as we opened our eyes, and I felt my wrists being tied together behind her back. Looking over her shoulder, I saw Linda grinning at me, as Sam’s hands were pressed against my crotch.

“Nice,” she said as she looked at me, the rope now being tied around us by Kristen drawing us even closer together. There was a twinkle in her eye as she said it, however, so I smiled in return and kissed her once more, as Linda and Kristen pushed gently down on our shoulders and helped us to kneel.

We were pressed tightly together, lost in each other as our ankles were tied behind us, and then our legs above our knees, both individually and then to each other.

“I think you two need to stop kissing now.” Kristen whispered into my ear, “Unless you wish to end up laughing into each other’s mouths.”

“What do you meaaaahhhhhhhahaaaaaaaaaa,” I called out as I started laughing at Kristen’s tickling of my ribs, looking at Sam as Linda tickled the back of her knees and made her laugh as well. We were unable to stop them, or to move out of their way, so the best we could do was try to deal with the attack as best we could – which was not very well at all.

“Well,” Linda said as they eventually stopped, “that was fun – but you two need to be quiet now while we talk to your mother and my sister. Open wide now.”

“Oh mussttuuummm,” Sam said as a cloth was pushed into her mouth, a second one pushed into mine by Kristen before she said “All right – you can kiss each other now.”

We looked into each other’s eyes and started to kiss again, out lips pressed together not just by choice, but by the tape that Linda wound round our heads, holding them together.

We just lost ourselves in each other again, barely hearing as Mum and Jennifer were tickled in their chairs...




“I think they’ve suffered enough,” I eventually heard Linda say. “Look, it’s getting late – why don’t you three stay here tonight?”

“I’m happy with that,” Kristen said, “but we’ll need some night clothes – and what about tomorrow?”

“Jennifer’s about the same size as you, and Regina as me – we can lend you some night clothes and a change for tomorrow. As for Mark – he keeps some clothes here now as well, so he’s good.”

I looked at Sam and mumbled a note of agreement- the tape made it difficult to nod – as Kristen said “all right – what about them?”

“We’ll let them loose and change them when we can,” Linda said as they both walked out of the room, Sam looking into my eyes as her hands started to stroke me where they rested against my body.

“Hhhuwkdslf,” I mumbled, Sam kissing me again as she continued her gentle teasing. I closed my eyes and stifled a groan, enjoying the attention as Mum and Jennifer started to try and move their chairs back to back.

We stayed where we were, until I heard Kristen say “Right – who will be first?” I opened my eyes as we both looked over, to see her standing there in a cream coloured silk top and shorts. Linda had also changed in to a short black nightdress held up by thin spaghetti straps, the hen coming half way down her thighs.

They walked over to Mum and Jennifer and started to untie them – which was fine by me, as I was enjoying what Sam was doing where they could not see.

“That’s better,” I heard Mum say as she removed her gag, and then she ran out of the room, while Jennifer stretched her arms and legs. “That looks good on you,” she said to Kristen before she walked over and looked at both of us.

“Behave,” she whispered into my ear before she followed Mum out, and Kristen started to untie us. As she removed the tape that held our heads together, Sam winked at me and smiled as we looked into each other’s eyes.

“We have a plan for tonight,” Linda said as the ropes around us slackened, “so we’re not going to bed just yet. But you two – I think you should both go and have a quick shower before you get changed for the night. It would appear the excitement has got to both of you.”

“Good idea,” I said as the cloth was taken from my mouth, and I looked at Sam, “but separately, right?”

“Right,” Linda said as she and Kristen helped us to stand up. As they did so, Jennifer came back in, dressed in a pair of red pyjamas with white polka dots.

“I’ll go first,” Sam said as she gave me a peck on the cheek, and walked off, leaving me glowing red for a few moments, until Mum came back in, wearing a pair of Linda’s pale cream silk pyjamas.



The warm water certainly revived me a little, before I got out, dried myself off and found a t-shirt and pair of shorts I could wear for the night. When I finally went downstairs, Sam was already there, in a dark blue short sleeved top and matching long pants.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed me a mug of hot chocolate, “Mum’s just been explaining the plan.”

“Oh,” I said as I sat down, “and what does it involve?”

“A little family bonding,” Mum said with a smile, “once you have finished your drink...”
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Sat Dec 14, 2013 1:52 pm

It was only as I sipped my drink that I noticed that all five of them were wearing hose – very sheer flesh coloured hose, which meant it was only as I looked closely that I could see it.

“The bad news is,” Mum said as she looked at me, “You have to be free as a safety precaution, but the good news is you get to be involved in everything we do, and when it is over later, we will give you and Sam a very, very special treat.”

“Sounds nice, if Sam is in agreement,” I said as I looked at her.

“Oh don’t worry, I think you will enjoy it as well,” she said as she smiled at me.

“So what do I need to do?”

“Make us all comfortable for the night – well, with some help from the others,” Kristen said as she looked at me. “Before you do that, however, we all need to do something for each other – you’ll need to help Sam, which is the first part of your reward.”

“To do what?”

I watched as all five of them stood up, and picked up a length of rope from the coffee table in front of them. They doubled the rope over, wrapped it around their waists and then tied a knot in the band just below their belly buttons, before letting the ends of the rope drop in front of them.

And then I understood.

“Well,” Sam said as she signalled to me with her finger, seeing my smile as I knelt behind her, reached between her legs and pulled the rope up, hearing her gasp as I did so, and then tied the ends to her waist rope. Mum and Kristen, and Linda and Jennifer, took care of each other before Linda said “Let me show you to the rooms.”

I followed them up the stairs as they talked to each other, before Linda showed us into the spare bedroom. “You and Kristen will be in here,” she said as she looked at Mum, “so if Sam and Mark would care to do the honours?”

“How do you wish to be left,” I said as I looked at the bag of ropes on the floor.

“Tie us facing each other,” Kristen said with a smile, “we don’t mind, do we Mum?”

“Not at all,” she said as she crossed her wrists behind her back. I started to bind them together, while Sam took some rope and started to take care of Kristen.

Kristen turned and whispered something into Sam’s ear, as I watched her nod and then do something behind my sister that made her gasp and then sigh. She walked behind Mum then, and I watched as she tied her wrists to the crotch rope with a short length of cord.

We then made sure their arms were well secured to their bodies, the rope going above and below their chests as well as under their arms, before we invited them to walk over to the bed and lie down facing each other.

We then crossed and bound their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees, before they rolled over to face each other. As I slipped a length of rope under their waist and used it to tie them together there, Sam linked their ankles and legs with two further lengths.

“Now then,” Linda said as she looked at them, “You do know you’re going to be gagged? Any preferences?”

“Stuff and tape,” Mum said as she looked at Kristen, who nodded in agreement. So Sam and I were handed by Linda a silk scarf each, which we folded up and put into their mouths, followed by a long strip of white micropore tape over their mouths.

“You’ll need to check them every so often,” Linda said as she looked at me, “but I don’t think you’ll mind will you?”

“Not at all,” I said as they both started to move around a little, moaning into their gags as they did so, while we went into Linda’s bedroom.

“We want you to hogtie both of us on the bed,” Jennifer said as she smiled at me, “and use not only stuff and cleave gags, but also blindfolds.”

“As you command, Auntie,” Sam said as we started to bind them as well, their wrist crossed and secured behind their backs as well as to the crotch ropes before encasing their chests in ropes. As I did so, I noticed the way Jennifer’s top was opening slightly, while with Linda – her chest was threatening to burst out from her negligee.

“Give us both rope bras as well,” Linda sighed as Sam tightened the ropes under her arms, so we obliged, the rope going over one shoulder, through the band under and between her breasts, and then back up again.

“That’s good,” Jennifer said with a sigh, “now gag us before we lie down and can’t move.”

“What do you want as the stuffing?”

Linda winked at Sam, who went to her mother’s drawer and took out two clean pairs of silk panties. We folded them and pushed them into their mouths, before folding two headscarves, putting a knot in the middle of the band and then pulling the knot between their teeth.

“Fnnkss,” Jennifer said as they walked over to the bed and lay down, their heads raised as we bound their ankles and legs, then pulled their ankles back and tied them to the chest ropes.

“Blndflds,” Linda said as she looked to the side of the bed, so Sam and I each took a sleep mask and used them to cover their eyes, leaving them to wriggle round while I took Sam to her room.

“And how can I secure you, given I cannot join you,” I said with a smile.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Sam said as she put her arms round my neck, and we started to tenderly kiss each other, Sam pushing her body against mine as she did so. Eventually, she backed off and looked at me, holding her hands out in front of her.

Taking some rope, I crossed and bound her wrist together in front of her, before I started to encase her upper body in a tight rope harness as well, kissing and nibbling on her shoulders and neck as I did so. I made sure it sat in all the right places, pushing her chest up and out between her arms as I added extra support to her.

“And what are you going to do with these,” she said as she raised her wrist a little.

“Funny you should ask,” I said as I helped her to lie on her back, and then tied her wrist down to the crotch rope. As she moved them to and fro, she closed her eyes and gasped, saying “Oh now that is nice” as I crossed and secured her ankles together.

I then stroked my hands down her legs, feeling the soft silk against her skin as she looked at me. “They feel nice, don’t they,” she said as she pouted her lips, smiling as I moved up and started to kiss her again, and smiling even more as I opened her top up, and started to kiss her bare chest.

“OH that does feel so good,” she moaned as she moved her body, her hands moving up and down, before she said “Gag me before I start to scream.”

There was a clean pair of panties on the floor, which I folded and then put into Sam’s mouth as she opened wide, closing her lips over it before I smoothed a length of the white tape over them, and then kissed her covered mouth. Taking a few moments just to secure her legs below her knees, I then returned to kissing her chest, her moans of joy increasing as I took her hands and moved them for her.
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby SelenaGfan » Sat Dec 14, 2013 2:19 pm

Sexy update Thanks.

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby elanshof » Sun Dec 15, 2013 4:12 am

Vivianfan wrote:Sexy update Thanks.


Yes, this!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Tue Dec 17, 2013 5:41 am

I could hear the soft moans from the other room as well, but my focus was on Sam, as I continued to arouse her. She moved her legs in response, rubbing her feet against the sheets as I rubbed my hand against her crotch as she moved her hands to and fro.


Suddenly, she opened her eyes and arched her back as she screamed into the tape, and I felt a sudden increase in the dampness between her legs. As she slumped onto the bed and looked at me, I said “I wish I could do more,” before I kissed her gagged mouth.

“Mssltr,” she said as she looked at me, and I stayed there as her eyes slowly closed, and she fell asleep. I looked in on the others, who had also all managed to start to rest, before I went downstairs and turned the television quietly on.

If I had to be safety monitor, I needed something to keep me awake, so I found a movie marathon and grabbed some munchies and drinks, before settling down for the night...



My eyes suddenly shot open as I heard the muffled call from upstairs. Looking at the clock, I saw it was six am, as I rubbed my eyes and headed up the stairs. Looking in the room Kristen and Jennifer were in, I saw my sister looking at me, struggling with her arms as she looked over her shoulder. I walked over and peeled the tape away from her mouth, and eased the very wet scarf out.

“Thanks,” she said as she looked at me, “I really need to go to the toilet. Can you separate me and Mum and untie me?”

I nodded and released her from Mum first, before untying her. “Thanks – see you downstairs,” she said as I checked Mum was all right, then looked in at the other three, before heading back downstairs and switching the coffee machine on.

“That’s better,” Kristen said as she came into the kitchen. “How are you coping kiddo?”

“I managed to get a few hours sleep on the couch once Sam went to sleep,” I said as I poured each of us a cup of coffee and handed one to her. “How much longer do you want to give the others?”

“Give them a little while yet,” she said as she sipped at her drink. “It was a long night, after all.”

“So what did you and Mum do after we left you?”

“Enjoyed ourselves,” Kristen said with a smile as we heard some muffled calls from upstairs. “I’ll take care of it – you sort out some more mugs.” She left the room for a few minutes, and then returned with Linda.

“Jennifer is taking care of some things, and then she’ll free your mother,” Linda said as she came in, before giving me a huge bear hug. “Thank you so much for doing that last night – We all really appreciate it,” she said before she took a mug of coffee from me.

“Hey it was my pleasure – when are you going to wake Sam up?”

“Not yet – let her sleep,” Linda said as she winked at Kristen. “Besides, we still need to give you your special treat for looking after us during the night.”

“Oh – and what is that going to be?”

“Funny you should ask that,” Mum said as she came in with Jennifer. “First, we drink coffee, and then you go to the toilet.”

“And then?”

“Then,” Jennifer said with a smile, “We prepare Sam’s present...”




I looked over at Sam as I lay next to her on the bed, her eyes still closed as she breathed in and out through her nose. Looking to the doorway, I nodded to Mum and Kristen as they closed the door, and then relaxed a little, looking at my love.

Kristen had gently untied her wrist from the crotch rope, but she had also secured her ankles – only after I could do nothing to stop them. All I could do was lie there, and wait for her to come round.

Eventually, Sam slowly opened her eyes, looking up at the ceiling before she turned her head and looked at me. “Hggdmrngmrk,” she said at first as she turned away, and then slowly turned her head back to look at me.

“Mrgngngsm” I mumbled through the white tape that covered my mouth, holding one of Linda’s scarves inside. Mum and Kristen had then crossed and bound my wrists behind my back, with more rope around my waist to lock them into place, before they tied my arms to my upper body, bands of rope above and below my bare chest, and cinched under my arms.

I was still wearing the shorts, but nothing else, with ropes holding my legs together at the ankles, below the knees and the thighs.

“Wlllthssns,” Sam said as she raised her hands, and then realised they were no longer attached to her ropes. She turned and looked at me, her eyes twinkling as she shuffled over and pressed her gagged lips against mine.

I returned the kiss, pressing against her as I wriggled closer as well. We held that pose for quite some time, before Sam moved down and started to rub her gagged mouth over my chest. I laid back and enjoyed the sensation as her legs rubbed against mien as well.

“Dummndfetkthsfff?”

I looked at Sam, wondering what she meant, before she started to rub her cheek against the pillow, and I saw she was trying to loosen the tape over her mouth. I nodded and started to rub my gagged lips over her bare chest, making her moan out as slowly, slowly the tape started to come away from her mouth.

I continued to press and rub as she eventually removed the tape from her mouth, and then forced the panties out of her mouth with her tongue.

“Hey lover – look at me for a minute.”

I moved back up into her eyes, as she looked into mine and said “My turn.” With that, she pressed her lips against my gag. I raised my head to return the favour, feeling her lisp on mine, before she started to kiss and nibble at my neck.

As she did this, she pressed her hands against my crotch, and started to gently rub there as she kissed me. I soon began to respond, which led her to say “Good,” before she started to move her lips down on to my chest. I rolled over onto my back and enjoyed every sweet little peck and kiss, every sweet embrace as her hands slowly worked on me.

I barely noticed as she moved my shorts down, her hands stroking my cock as she continued to kiss and play with my chest and neck. I could feel it hardening, and I wasn’t about to stop her as she gently eased me into a rising state of arousal.

It was when I felt her kissing my shaft that I opened my eyes and looked down. She smiled at me and moved back up to kiss my neck and gagged mouth, her hands continuing to stroke me there, before she looked into my eyes.

“Do you want me to,” she said as she looked at me, her hand gently holding me between my legs.
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby SelenaGfan » Tue Dec 17, 2013 5:54 am

Mark would be a lucky S O B if these were true stories.Was Sam in tights or stockings while tied up? :D

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby elanshof » Tue Dec 17, 2013 5:54 am

Holy hotness!!!

Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Tue Dec 17, 2013 1:43 pm

Vivianfan wrote:Mark would be a lucky S O B if these were true stories.Was Sam in tights or stockings while tied up? :D


Tights- but later this day...
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby KP Presents » Tue Dec 17, 2013 1:44 pm

elanshof wrote:Holy hotness!!!


Indeed - but what is Sam thinking of doing? Answers on a postcard...
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Re: Elanshof request - the birthday and the party

Postby SelenaGfan » Tue Dec 17, 2013 2:34 pm

What I think she is thinkng would change where this should be posted.Thank You for the story
and the Heidi stories.