## You should have kept your nose in those books and out of my affairs my dear

Post by jennybond » Sun Oct 25, 2015 4:12 am

Chapter 1
After months of trying pretty little sixteen year old college student Isobel Ashton or Izzy as she preferred to be called, had got herself a weekend job. Her job was at a large second hand book shop in Denton town centre, called World of Books the shop was run by Gail Ward and her daughter Victoria or Vicky as she preferred to be called.
Izzy often visited the shop to buy books for her college work, even though in that time she’d got to know Gail and Vicky fairly well she was still nervous as she dressed for her first morning at the shop. Although she loved to wear jeans she decided that a skirt would make a better on impression on her first day, so she put on one of the few skirts that she owned a black knee length one with this she wore a white long sleeved jumper, and black knee length boots as the old shop always felt cold and damp whenever she had been in. She looked at herself in the mirror before deciding to bush her long blonde hair back and tie it in a ponytail.
When she arrived at the shop she was greeted by Gail Ward, a tall attractive woman with long jet black hair who Izzy guessed was in her early fifties. Gail always wore a long skirt which almost touched floor, today it was a navy blue skirt, she wore a white jumper and round her neck as always hung a pretty colourful patterned scarf.
Once the formalities were over Gail wasted no time in giving Izzy a tour of the shop, most of which Izzy knew anyway. They stopped a large black curtain which covered a doorway at the back of the shop. Above the doorway was a sign which read OVER 18’s ONLY.
“This is our adult section, as you can see it is strictly for over eighteens, so it is off limits to you, only myself and Victoria are allowed to take customers the other side of the curtain. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mrs Ward.” Izzy replied.
“Please dear call me Gail. Talking of Victoria where is that girl? She’s probably had a heavy night last night this is getting a quite a habit on a Saturday she should have been here half an hour ago. Now dear is there anything you’d like to ask me before we open up?”
“I don’t think so Gail.” Izzy replied.
“Good any problems don’t be afraid to ask myself and Victoria will always be around, that’s if she gets her arse out of bed.” Gail replied with a kind smile patting Izzy’s hand.
Just then the door opened and Vicky entered looking rather worse for wear after a Friday night on the town with her friends.
Izzy always admired twenty two year old Vicky’s beauty she often thought she was wasted working in a poxy bookshop she could make a fortune modelling or something, she was tall slim with long black hair like her mum, and had all the looks and figure any girl would kill for. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and tight figure hugging black top, and black knee length leather books.
“Is there any coffee going?” Vicky asked the moment she walked in.
“Izzy be a love and put the kettle on you’ll find everything you need in the back room.” Gail said pointing to a door at the back of the shop.
“I hope she’s not expecting me to be the bloody tea girl.” Izzy thought to herself as she left the shop floor.
While she was in the back room making the coffee’s Izzy could hear Gail and Vicky arguing but couldn’t quite hear what they were saying she guessed Gail was scolding her daughter for being late.
A steady flow of customers came in the shop throughout the morning and Izzy was pleased with the way her first morning going, her nerves had settled and she was really enjoying her work, Gail and Vicky were both really nice to work for and made feel right at home.
Towards the end of the morning the door to the shop opened and a strange women entered she wasn’t very tall and was dressed in a long black leather coat which touched the floor, and a wide brimmed black hat, her eyes were hidden by large dark glasses, Izzy immediately thought there was something frightening about her. She was accompanied by a taller athletic looking woman who Izzy guessed was in her late twenties she had short blonde hair and was wearing what looked like a chauffeurs uniform and cap.
Izzy spotted Gail and Vicky nervously glance at each other before Gail spoke
“Good morning Miss Bond.”
The woman never answered she and her chauffeur walked through the shop and through the black curtain into the adult section, Vicky followed them in and closed the curtain.
“Who’s that?” Izzy asked Gail.
“Never you mind who that is, it’s none of your business, get back to work, get a duster and dust off those shelves they’re a disgrace.” Gail barked.
Gail’s tone frightened Izzy she’d never seen anyone change in a flash like that before, and she immediately did as she was told, while all the time watching the entrance to adult section and wondering what was going on behind the curtain. After a while the curtain pulled back and Miss Bond walked through the entrance followed by the chauffeur girl who was carrying a brown paper package, Vicky followed them out and closed the curtain behind them. Before leaving the shop Miss Bond turned to Vicky and said.
“Well we’ll see you this afternoon then Victoria, three o’clock don’t be late.”
Vicky didn’t look very happy hearing this and just nodded.
Then she spotted Izzy who had stopped work to watch what was going.
“I see you have a new girl Mrs Ward, she’s very cute if you don’t mind me saying so, what’s your name dear?”
“Izzy.” Izzy nervously replied.
“She’d make a lovely little pet don’t you think Sonya?” Miss Bond said to her Chauffeur.
“Indeed she would Miss Bond.” Sonya replied with a wicked smile.
“You leave her alone she’s only a kid.” Gail barked.
“Relax we’re only teasing, Jesus one can’t have a bit of fun in this place.” Miss Bond replied.
On that note Miss Bond and Sonya left the shop.
Gail could see Izzy was shaken by what had gone on and told her to take a long lunch break.
After lunch the afternoon was quite normal until after fifteen minutes to three when Vicky left to meet Miss Bond and Sonya, Izzy couldn’t help noticing how unhappy she looked in fact she was close to tears as she hurried out of the shop.
The same thing happened for the next few weeks all the time Izzy was growing more and more curious about the mysterious Miss Bond. One Saturday after Miss Bond and Sonya had left Izzy overheard Gail and Vicky arguing in the backroom.
“I’m not going anymore mum I can’t stand anymore of it.” Vicky sobbed.
“You’re going have to dear. You know what she said about trebling out rent on this place if you don’t, I can barely afford the rent we pay at the moment if she trebles it then I’ll have no option but to close this place down.”
“There must be something we can do mum surely?”
“I wish there was my dear but we have no other option but to do as she says I’m afraid. She pays you well doesn’t she?”
“I don’t want her money. I hate her and that big fucking dyke bitch that works for her I can’t take anymore.” Vicky sobbed.
“Please dear just one more week and then we’ll work something out before next week I promise. Please do it for me I’d hate to lose this shop it’s been in our family for years.”
“Ok just this one last week, and I’m never setting foot in the retched place again you hear?”
“Good girl.” Gail said kissing her daughters forehead.
Hearing this only made Izzy more determined to find out what was going on.
That afternoon around two thirty Izzy cracked on to Gail that she could feel one her migraines coming on and asked could she go home, reluctantly Gail allowed her to go.
Izzy found a place where she could watch the shop front without being seen and waited for Vicky to leave, she knew Vicky didn’t drive so she probably went to wherever she was going on foot. Right on time she saw Vicky leave the shop and followed her making sure she kept a good distance between them so not to be seen. After a few minutes Vicky stopped at the gates of a large house its own grounds she paused for a short while before opening the gates and walking down the drive. Izzy found a spot where she could safely watch as Vicky rang the doorbell, she saw Sonya open the door and take Vicky inside. Izzy remained in her hiding place for around half an hour to see if Vicky came out of the house, but she didn’t, so she decided to go and see if she could find out what was going on. She crept down the long drive and up the house only to find all the blinds on the downstairs windows closed. She then entered the porch to see could she see anything through the glass front door. To her horror and surprise the door opened straight away and she was pulled inside, but she before could cry out or scream her captor clasped their hand tightly over her mouth. She soon realized she’d been grabbed by Sonya. Izzy struggled but she was no match for the much bigger stronger woman.
Sonya dragged Izzy into a room off the large hall, where to her horror she saw Vicky hanging by her bound wrists from a piece of rope that had been thrown over a wooden ceiling beam the rope was pulled so tight that only the very tips of her toes touched the floor. Vicky was wearing only her white bra and panties, her legs too were bound tightly together with white rope and her ankles, knees and thighs, a large red ball gag was tightly strapped in her mouth. Her pretty face was blood red and tears filled her eyes. Miss Bond was sat a table close by on the table was a number of books and magazines, one of the magazines was open showing a picture of a girl bound in identical fashion to Vicky.
“Look who I spotted snooping around outside on the CCTV.” Sonya said as she pulled Izzy towards the centre of the room.
“Well if it isn’t cute little Izzy from the book shop, come to join our book club have you sweetie?” Miss Bond said getting to her feet.
For the first time Izzy saw the real Miss Bond she guessed she was in her early fortiess, she was really beautiful for a woman her age and had a figure most girls half her age would kill for. She was wearing a black silk blouse with full sleeves, tight cuffs, and a wide collar, a black pencil skirt slit up one side, and a pair of black leather knee-length boots. She had straight jet black hair that fell in a thick waterfall down her back
Izzy tried to reply but only a muffled sound came out due to Sonya’s tight hand gag.
Miss Bond then walked behind Vicky and removed her ball gag.
“Izzy what the fuck are you playing at following me here, this isn’t a fucking game.” Vicky raged once her mouth was free of her gag.
Again Izzy tried to reply but once more Sonya’s tight hand gag didn’t allow her words to come out.
“The question is Victoria what are we going to do with her?” Miss Bond asked her bound captive.
“Please Miss Bond she’s just a naughty little girl can’t you just spank her and send her on way?” Vicky replied.
“Hmmm what do you think Sonya?” Miss Bond asked as she replaced Vicky’s ball gag.
“I’d love to spank this cute little arse.” Sonya replied releasing her hand from Izzy mouth so she could give Izzy’s bottom a hard squeeze.
“What are you doing to Vicky? Let her go.” Izzy cried once her mouth was free of the hand gag.
But her cries fell on deaf ears
“Why should you have all the fun Sonya? Remove her jeans and tie her hands and place her across my lap.” Miss Bond replied as she returned to her seat.
“What? No way, get the fuck off me, let me go.” Izzy protested and struggled as Sonya who was now wearing black leather trousers and a black t shirt with the word BITCH in glittery big silver letters across her large breasts, began to unfasten her jeans.
“Keep still Izzy and allow Sonya to do what she has to or you’ll just make your punishment much worse.” Miss Bond warned her.
Izzy soon realized it hopeless to resist.
“You people are fucking sick.” She sobbed as Sonya pulled down jeans and told her to step out of them.
To step out of her tight jeans Izzy had to first kick off her trainers, leaving her just wearing white ankle socks
“Oh dear I think I’ve heard enough from Izzy’s dirty little mouth, she needs a gag Sonya before it get her into serious trouble, do you agree?” Miss Bond said hearing Izzy’s latest outburst.
“I certainly do Miss Bond her language is quite shocking ”
“Wait I’m sorry please don’t do this.” Izzy protested, as Sonya pulled her over to a table that had rope and other binding equipment laid out on it.
Once again her protests fell on deaf ears, she watched as Sonya picked up a large white napkin and folded up neatly into a long band, and then she tied a large double knot in the centre of the band.
Then to Izzy’s horror Miss Bond stood up and reached up inside her skirt and removed a pair of black satin panties.
“Here put these in her mouth.” She said throwing the panties to Sonya.
“No fucking way.” Izzy protested.
“Relax darling they were clean on only a couple of hours ago.” Miss Bond laughed.
“You people really are fucking sicmmmpphhhh.” She was cut off as Sonya forced the wad of panties into her mouth.
Sonya picked up the knotted napkin she pushed the knot into Izzy’s mouth, on top of the panties, and then pulled the ends behind her head, under her ponytail, and knotted them firmly, securing Miss Bonds underwear in her mouth and gagging her effectively.
“That’s much better, sweetie” Sonya said as she tugged the trailing ends of the napkin tight and then tied the second knot.
Sonya then pulled Izzy’s arms behind her back and held them there with one hand while she picked up a length of rope from the table. Izzy flinched and moaned into her gag, as Sonya crossed her wrists and tightly bound together with the rope.
Miss Bond smiled and patted her lap saying.
“Come along dear, over you go.”
Sonya pushed Izzy down so she lay face down across Miss Bonds lap.
“Remove her panties for me please Sonya.”
Sonya grinned as she placed her fingers in the waistband of Izzy’s little pink panties and pulled then down around her knees.
“As the nuns used to say at my old convent school this is going to hurt me far more than it will you Isobel. Lying bitches those nuns were.” Miss Bond laughed.
Then SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Izzy screamed into her gag five stinging slaps landed on her bare bottom.
Vicky too screamed into her gag out of frustration she felt so guilty she was horrified watching what they were doing to poor Izzy this wasn’t what she had intended to happen when she suggested a spanking all she meant was a couple of slaps on her legs or bottom.
Izzy continued to cry into her gag as the persistent hard slaps landed one after the other on her cute little bottom.
After a while the spanking stopped much to Izzy’s relief but her relief was to be short lived, as Miss Bond said to Sonya.
“My hand is beginning to hurt, maybe you’d like to take over.”
“It will be a pleasure Miss Bond.” Sonya replied with an evil grin on her face.
Sonya roughly pulled Izzy off Miss Bond’s lap and took a seat next to her, Miss Bond then positioned Izzy over leather covered lap.
Sonya was younger, much bigger and powerful than Miss Bond Izzy knew her spanking was to be much worse, and she was right. Sonya’s slaps were rapid and extremely hard alternating between the two perfectly rounded globes of Izzy’s bottom. Vicky who was on the other side of the room could see Izzy’s bottom clearly begin to redden as Sonya spanked it at a rapid speed. After what seem an eternity to Izzy who was now sobbing uncontrollably Miss Bond said.
“Ok that’s enough, I think our little snoop has learnt her lesson.”
Izzy had never been so relieved in her life. Miss Bond helped the sobbing girl to her feet and replaced her panties.
“So do we just let her walk out of here now?” Sonya asked.
“Hmmmm, I don’t know what to do with her.” Miss Bond replied.
“We could always sell her to the gypsies or white slave traders.” Sonya replied.
Izzy screamed into her gag hearing this.
“Relax dear Sonya is only teasing.” Miss Bond said.
“Maybe I could keep her as pet?” Sonya said rubbing her hands over Izzy perk little breasts and kissing her gagged mouth.
“Lock her in the spare bedroom for now I’ll decide in the morning.” Miss Bond replied.
Izzy squealed into her gag as Sonya picked her up like rag doll and easily threw her over her shoulder and carried her out of the room.
Vicky couldn’t believe what was happening she knew Miss Bond could be wicked, but she never expected her to treat Izzy like this.
Sonya threw Izzy down on the bed and sat her up so her legs hung over the side and to Izzy’s surprise she began to untie her arms, but her surprise turned to horror as Sonya started to remove her white t shirt, leaving her wearing only her pink bra and matching panties. Once she had done this Sonya retied Izzy’s arms tightly behind her back once more.
“That’s much better isn’t it? I can have a good look at you now.” She said with a wicked smile as she ran her fingers over Izzy’s small pert breasts.
“Very nice, very nice indeed.” She purred as she gently stroked Izzy’s breasts through her bra, and ran the fingers of her other hand over the crotch of Izzy’s panties.
Izzy had never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in her life, this was even worse than the spanking she’d just received.
Eventually Sonya stopped much to Izzy’s relief.
“Play time is over I’m afraid, Miss Bond will be wondering where I have got too.”
Sonya then knelt down at Izzy’s feet and started to bind her ankles tightly together with rope she brought with her. Izzy was so tempted to kick Sonya in the face and make a run for it, but knew she wouldn’t get very far in just her bra and panties with no shoes on and her hands tied behind her back. Sonya then bound Izzy’s knees tightly together. Sonya then rolled Izzy onto the bed so she lay on her tummy.
“This is called a hogtie sweetheart. “She said as she quickly and expertly bound the poor girl while she lay prone on the bed.
Sonya linked Izzy’s bound wrists to her bound ankles with a short length of rope, the tightness of the rope which linked her bindings forced to body into a painful almost bow shape position, rendering her quite helpless.
“I really hope Miss Bond lets me keep you for a pet then I can tie up every single day, you’re so adorable I want to tie you up forever.” Sonya said with one of her wicked grins.
Sonya then threw a quilt over Izzy just leaving her head exposed.
“Good night sweetie.” Sonya said before giving Izzy’s gagged mouth another kiss and leaving the room.
Izzy struggled to free herself as much as the tightness of her hogtie would allow, but she soon realized it was hopeless, all she could do was try and find the most comfortable position to lie, which was on her side. After a short while she heard the door being unlocked, she hoped someone had come to untie her but was disappointed when Miss Bond entered the room.
Miss Bond pulled the quilt off the bound girl and said with a huge smile,
“I’ll say one thing for Sonya she certainly knows how to tie a girl up.”
Then she threw then threw the quilt back over Izzy who looked up at her through tear filled eyes kind of pleading to be set free.
“Its no good looking at me like that with those sad puppy dog eyes it will do you no good. You should have kept your nose in those books and out of my affairs my dear.”
Last edited by jennybond on Sun Oct 25, 2015 8:09 am, edited 1 time in total.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

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Post by OverLooker » Sun Oct 25, 2015 4:31 am

I loved this story. If you ended it here I think it would be a good cliffhanger. It would also be interesting to see where this goes. I think this should be put in one of the 17+ areas of the site though.
Good work.
"Mmmmppphhhhhhh"

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Post by Tieup1 » Mon Oct 26, 2015 1:44 am

A superb start, I can see this being another great story

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Post by pickle11111 » Mon Oct 26, 2015 4:33 am

WELCOME BACK ! (You have been missed VERY much.)

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Post by jennybond » Mon Oct 26, 2015 7:01 am

Thanks guys.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

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Post by jennybond » Mon Oct 26, 2015 7:14 am

Chapter 2
Miss Bond returned to what she called her special room, where Sonya busy photographing Vicky from all angles. While she did this Miss Bond flicked through the magazines that were spread out on the table.
“Is there a photo of two girls tied together, we could do that next?” Sonya said once she’d finished taking her photos.
“Not yet, let the little one stew up there by herself for a while.” Miss Bond replied.
“What next then?” Sonya asked.
“I like this one.” Miss Bond replied, showing Sonya a photo of a girl tightly bound to a wooden chair with lots and lots of rope. The girl in the photo was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt which was unbuttoned three quarters of the way down and pulled open to show off the girl’s bra and large breasts, round her waist was a broad black leather belt with a large gold buckle, she was gagged with a thick blue cleave gag.
“I do like a good old fashioned chair tie.” Miss Bond continued.
“But that’s boring.” Sonya replied.
“I beg your pardon? I think you sometimes forget who is boss around here young lady, if I say that is what we are doing next, then that is what we are doing, now set Victoria free while I get everything we’re going to need.” Miss Bond snapped.
“Yes Miss Bond.” Sonya replied in a sulky tone.
Miss Bond then left the room.
“Bitch.” Sonya said once Miss Bond was out of the room.
Sonya freed Vicky but kept the gag in her mouth as she knew Vicky had a foul temper, she threw Vicky her jeans and told her to put them on. Miss Bond returned carrying a number of items including a pale blue scarf, white shirt and broad leather belt similar to the ones the girl in the photo was wearing, she placed the items on the table and then dressed Vicky so she looked identical to the model in the photo, and led her over to a high back wooden chair, once Vicky was sat down Miss Bond removed her ball gag.
“What have you done with Izzy?” Vicky cried once her mouth was free of the gag.
“Hush dear, or the gag goes back in. Your little friend is quite well a little tied up but quite well.” Miss Bond replied putting her perfectly manicured finger to Vicky lips.
“Please let her go, do whatever you want with me but please let Izzy go she’s only a stupid kid I’m sure she’s learnt her lesson now.” Vicky begged risking having the gag put back in her mouth.
“I’m sorry my dear that isn’t possible, now that’s enough chat about Izzy. Let’s gets started shall we Sonya.” Miss Bond said before taking a seat to watch.
Sonya gently helped Vicky to her feet.
“Put your arms behind your back with wrists side by side.”
Vicky obeyed Sonya, but was starting to shake as she felt rope begin to snake around her wrists.
“Keep nice and still for me.” Sonya told her.
Thin rope was circled tightly three or four times around her wrists and tied off with a double knot. Then the rest of the same length of cord was passed between her wrists a couple of times and made tight with another double knot.
Next Sonya bound Vicky’s arms just above her elbows and pulled the rope tight, forcing her arms closer together as far as her bound wrists allowed without excessive pain.
“She’s good isn’t she Victoria?” Miss Bond asked with a hint of a chuckle.
Vicky didn’t reply she just stared at the gloating woman.
Vicky arms were tied now so securely that her breasts were lifted and the outline of her nipples were clearly visible through the lace of her bra.
“Sit down now my dear.” Sonya said pushing Vicky back down on the chair.
As she sat down Sonya lifted her arms over the backrest of the chair it fitted nicely beneath her armpits. For Vicky to remain comfortable in this position Sonya knew her back had to remain tight up against the wooden slats of the backrest on the chair, she made sure it would remain that way by tightly winding a long piece of rope four or five times around Vicky’s slender waist. She then deliberately knotted it at the side so that it would be away from Vicky’s fingers. Sonya then knelt and bound Vicky’s ankles tightly together side by side, cinching the rope between in the same way that her hands had been done but a lot tighter so that there was no freedom of movement for her legs. She repeated the binding tying Vicky’s legs together with rope higher up below her knees, then above them, and around her thighs.
“How does that feel Victoria? Not too uncomfortable I hope.” Miss Bond asked.
“What do you think?” Vicky replied.
“What do I think? I think Sonya is doing a sterling job, and you'd better watch your mouth carry on Sonya.”
More rope was then applied across Vicky’s lap and around the seat of the chair, Sonya then finished off the lower part of her body by lashing her ankles to one leg of the chair so she had to sit with her legs to one side, just like the girl in the photo.
Sonya then asked for Miss Bond to help her.
Between them the bound Vicky’s upper body passing a long piece of rope under Vicky’s breasts and through the struts of the backrest of the chair wrapping it around four or five times before knotting it off. They then repeat the process above the girl’s breasts.
“Thank you Miss Bond.” Sonya said as Miss Bond returned to her seat.
Vicky thought the binding had finished but Sonya still wasn’t satisfied, Vicky could still move her arms slightly, this freedom was taken away from her as Sonya passed a short piece of rope between the girl’s bound wrists and attached it to a rung beneath the chair. When the rope was tightened, Vicky’s arms were painfully stretched downwards so that she could not move them at all, causing her cry out.
“Would you like to finish off Miss Bond, I do know how much you like to gag your girl’s”
“I I don’t mind not being gagged.” Vicky nervously said but she knew it would be in vain.
“Well you would say that wouldn’t you.” Miss Bond replied.
Miss Bond took a pair of silk panties from the array of binding materials on the table close by.
“Open my dear.” Miss Bond said scrunching up the panties.
Vicky reluctantly did as she was told and the scrunched up panties were immediately stuffed between her teeth.
“Don’t you dare spit those out.” Miss Bond warned her as she coughed and gagged on the wadded silk which seemed to fill her whole mouth.
Vicky watched as Sonya folded the pale blue scarf into a thick broad band and passed it to Miss Bond.
Miss Bond forced the centre of the folded scarf between Vicky’s red painted lips and pulled it tight so it stretched the corners of her mouth, she asked Sonya to lift Vicky’s long black out of the way so she could tie the gag tightly behind her head without trapping it, with the gag tightly tied Sonya then let Vicky’s hair fall back into place over the double knotted scarf.
Miss Bond then studied the photo of the bound girl in the magazine, and opened Vicky’s shirt up wider to expose her bra covered breasts even more.
“Isn’t she gorgeous Sonya?” Miss Bond said taking a step back to admire the bound girl.
“Beautiful Miss Bond just like a real bondage model.” Sonya replied.
Vicky tried to move, but all she succeeded in doing was to strain against her bonds. She was fixed rigidly to the chair, unable to budge at all except for her head which she could turn from side to side. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as looked down at her bound state.
“Hey come on less of that.” Miss Bond said in a gentle tone wiping Vicky’s tears away with her handkerchief.
“We can’t have you crying on your photographs can we, look the girl in the magazine isn’t crying is she?” Miss Bond continued holding the photo up for Vicky to see.
Eventually Vicky stopped crying to allow Sonya to photograph her again.
“While you’re taking your pictures I’ll go and check on the little one.” Miss Bond said.
“Still here then.” Miss Bond said with a laugh as she entered the bedroom.
But Izzy was in no mood for laughing, her whole body ached like it had never ached before.
Miss Bond pulled the quilt off the hogtied girl, who hoped she was about to be set free, or at least made more comfortable, but her hopes were dashed as Miss Bond checked the ropes binding the girl.
“All still nice and tight, that’s good.” She said as she checked all the knots.
Izzy started to cry again.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll bring you a nice drink of water, you feel much better after that.” Miss Bond said showing some compassion.
Izzy watched Miss Bond leave the room, she returned a short while later carrying a glass of water, what looked like another pair of panties and medical tape dispenser.
“Now Izzy if you promise not to scream or cry out I’ll take your gag off.”
Izzy nodded.
Miss Bond untied the napkin and helped Izzy spit out the sodden panties.
“Thank you.” Izzy said relieved to have mouth free of her gag even if it was only to be temporary.
“Please let me go I won’t tell anyone about this I promise.” Izzy begged.
“I’m sorry dear that isn’t possible.” Miss Bond replied.
“Why not? Please untie me and let me go I promise I won’t tell.”
“Hush now or I’ll gag you again and take this drink away.” Miss Bond snapped.
Izzy not wanting to annoy Miss Bond remained silent.
“That’s better, now take a few sips of water, not too much or you’ll be wanting to pee before long.”
Miss Bond sat on the bed and lifted Izzy’s head slightly and held the glass to her dry lips, Izzy took a couple of mouthfuls of the water before Miss Bond pulled the glass away.
“That’s enough. Does that feel better now?” She asked.
“A bit.” Izzy replied.
“I’ve brought you a fresh gag too, open up honey.” Miss Bond said holding the clean panties to Izzy’s lips.
Izzy so wanted to refuse but knew that Miss Bond would only force the panties in her mouth if she did, so she opened her mouth and allowed the panties to be stuffed inside. Miss Bond then cut a long strip of the flesh coloured medical tape which was about five centimetres in width from the dispenser.
“Don’t look so worried dear it won’t hurt you. Purse you lips tightly together for me.”
A moment later the sticky cloth was strapped neatly over Izzy’s pursed lips and Miss Bond’s strong fingers smoothed it for a few moments to make it stick smoothly to her skin.
“I think one piece should be sufficient, but I always like to make doubly and sometimes trebly sure, they don’t make this stuff like they used to.”
Miss Bond then repeated the process twice more, the tape was now stuck like a second skin to Izzy's face, she tried to move her jaw, the tape pulled at her lips which were stuck together like they’d been super glued and it hurt like hell the harder she tried to move her mouth.
Miss Bond then replaced the quilt over Izzy’s bound body, as she did she said.
“Sonya and I have had great fun this evening with Victoria, if you’re a good girl maybe tomorrow we’ll let you join in the fun with us too.”
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

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Post by Tieup1 » Mon Oct 26, 2015 7:55 am

Great continuation

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Post by OverLooker » Mon Oct 26, 2015 4:36 pm

Please do continue
"Mmmmppphhhhhhh"

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Post by LordNelson » Tue Oct 27, 2015 5:59 pm

I'm looking forward to seeing what the ladies are going to do next.

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Post by jennybond » Wed Oct 28, 2015 2:51 am

Chapter 3
As Izzy once more lay alone, trussed up like a turkey on Christmas morning. For the first time it really began to strike home the perilous situation she was in, for the first time she began to realize this wasn’t a silly game that had gone wrong, it was something far more serious than that, as it was now quite clear that Miss Bond had no intentions of letting her go.
Izzy lived alone with her mum after her father had left them when she was very young. At the present time her mum was on holiday in Australia visiting family, so she was home alone, and no one would realize she was missing when she hadn’t returned home that evening, and then tomorrow if she didn’t turn up for work at the book shop, Gail Ward would probably presume she was still ill. she was also growing concerned for Vicky, as she guessed that with Vicky being the only person knowing that Miss Bond and Sonya were holding her prisoner, there was no way they would let her leave either.
Back downstairs Vicky still remained rigidly bound to the chair, while at other side of the large room Miss Bond and Sonya, at a table sharing a bottle of red wine and chatting, Vicky couldn’t quite hear what they were talking about as they were speaking very quietly, but she guessed they were discussing what they planned to do with her and Izzy as every so often they would stop and look across the room at her.
After a short while Vicky watched as Sonya got to her feet and went over to her personal belongings which had been left on a chair in the corner of the room she searched through Vicky’s things until she found some keys in her purse.
“Are these the keys to the shop?” She asked holding them up to Vicky.
Vicky just looked away from her.
This enraged Sonya who walked over to Vicky and placed her hand inside one of the cups of her bra and twisted her nipple as hard as she could.
“I’ll ask you again are these the keys to the shop.”
“HMMMPPHHH HMMMPPPHHH” Vicky screamed into her gag nodding her head.
“Thank you.” Sonya replied removing her hand and straightening Vicky’s bra.
Then Miss Bond got to her feet and walked over to Vicky.
“Your stupid little friend up there as caused us a problem Victoria, a very big problem indeed, but Sonya has come up with the perfect solution to our problem. First thing tomorrow before daylight and while the streets are quiet, we’re going to take you both to the shop, you’ll be tied up in the basement, then we’ll wait for your mother to arrive, and she will join you in the basement. All those books and wooden bookshelves, and the wooden floors in that old building it wouldn’t take much for it to go up in flames would it my dear?”
Tears rolled down Vicky’s cheeks and she screamed into her gag and thrashed her head from side to side hearing this.
“Our problems will be over and I get the insurance money for that crumbling old building which I own, ingenious my Sonya isn’t she?”
Again Vicky screamed into her gag.
But first we plan to have one final bit of fun with two tonight. Sonya show her the photo.
Sonya showed Vicky a photo of two girls tied spread eagled at either end of large double bed, one had her hands tied to wooden posts at the head of the bed and her feet tied to posts at the foot of the bed, and the other had her hands tied to posts at the foot of the bed and her feet to posts at the head of the bed, their bodies crossed in the area of their thighs which were bound to one another’s, both girls were dressed identical in pink leather corsets, black panties, and black stockings and suspenders, both girls had a big red ball gag strapped in their mouth. A stern looking woman who looked to be roughly around the same age as Miss Bond, dressed in black leather stood over her two pretty bound captives.
“I do like this photo, don’t you Victoria?” Miss Bond teased.
Vicky screamed something into her gag which just came out as muffled nonsense this made both Miss Bond and Sonya laugh.
“I’ll take that as a no then, shame we don’t have any of those pretty pink corsets, you’ll just have to make do with the underwear you are wearing. Sonya you go and prepare the little one, I’ll bring this one up when you’re ready for her.
Sonya picked up all the remaining rope that off the equipment table, and two ball gags and left the room.
Izzy began to panic when she saw Sonya enter the room carrying more rope.
“Relax sweetie I’ve come to set you free.” Sonya told her.
Izzy wasn’t stupid and knew this wasn’t exactly true or she wouldn’t have brought more rope and gags, but she was relieved when Sonya began to untie her hogtie, Sonya untied Izzy legs too but kept her hands tied behind her back, she helped Izzy to her feet and told her to walk up and down the room for a short while to get her circulation working again, after a couple of minutes the stiffness had gone from Izzy’s body and she was able to walk normally again in a moment of madness she spotted the open door and decided to make a run for it as Sonya wasn’t pay attention to her she was too busy uncoiling the ropes she’d brought with her.
“Come here you little bitch.” Sonya screamed as Izzy fled.
Izzy was fast but with her hands tied behind her back she wasn’t fast enough and Sonya caught her before she reached the stairs.
“Nice try you stupid little bitch, you’re going to regret that.” She hissed in Izzy' ear as she took her back in the bedroom.
“Sit there and don’t fucking move.” Sonya said pushing Izzy down on the bed.
Once Sonya was ready she roughly pulled Izzy to her feet.
“You and your friend down stairs are going be spending your last night in Miss Bonds room.” Sonya told her.
“What did she mean by last night? Where they going to be released tomorrow?” Izzy thought to herself.
On the way to Miss Bond’s room Sonya allowed Izzy a toilet stop off, but to Izzy's embarrassment and humiliation Sonya kept her hands tied, she watched over her like a hawk and did everything for her including cleaning her afterwards.
Once they were in Miss Bonds room Sonya pushed Izzy face down on the large four poster bed, and gave her bottom and legs and good hard spanking.
“That’s for trying to run away.” She told the sobbing girl.
She then positioned Izzy in the centre of the large bed and finally untied her hands. She rolled Izzy onto her back and pulled her hands above her head, she looped one end of a length of rope around Izzy’s left wrist a number of times, and double knotted it tight, the other end was end secured to the nearest bedpost allowing no slack, she then repeated the process on her right wrist, before moving down to her ankles and doing the same to the them forcing her legs wide apart, so she lay spread-eagled and unable to move.
The large wad of panties in Izzy’s mouth muffled her cries of pain as Sonya quickly ripped the medical tape off her mouth, she helped the sobbing girl spit out the panties.
“What are you going to do with us?” Izzy asked once her mouth was free.
“Hush dear, let’s just say it will all be over tomorrow shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“I said hush.” Sonya snapped slapping Izzy's leg
Sonya then took one of the ball gags and held it to Izzy’s mouth.
“Open wide my dear.” She said with grin
Izzy wasn’t having that stuffed in her mouth and clamped it shut shaking her head.
“Ok we’ll do it the hard way if that’s what you want.”
Sonya pinched Izzy’s nose closing her nostrils, Izzy held her breathe as long as she possibly could in fact Sonya had never known anyone hold their breathe for so long, eventually Izzy gave in and gasped for air, allowing Sonya to force the big red ball between her lips, she lifted Izzy’s head and buckled the strap of the gag as tight as she could under Izzy’s ponytail. Izzy screamed and shook her head violently as she hated foul tasting rubber ball in her mouth.
“Relax honey, it will feel strange at first but you’ll soon get used to it.” Sonya told her.
The gag was so uncomfortable and even after this short time the large ball was already making her jaws ache, Izzy thought she’d never get used it.
Just then the door opened and Miss Bond entered with Vicky. Vicky was now wearing just her bra and panties, her hands were bound behind her back, and she was still gagged with the pale blue scarf. Izzy was horrified to see Vicky crying her heart out. What had they done to her? Or was it more of a case of what they were going to do?
“Perfect timing Miss Bond, I was just going to call you” Sonya said.
Miss Bond untied Vicky’s arms and then handed her over to Sonya. Sonya positioned Vicky on the bed so her head was at the opposite end to Izzy’s, her legs crossed over Izzy’s thighs, Sonya then tied her spread- eagled in an identical fashion to Izzy. Sonya then took an extra-long length of rope, she used one end of the rope to tightly bind one of Vicky’s legs to one of Izzy’s where they crossed, and she then crawled under the bed with the other end of the rope and got up on the other side, and then used the other end of the rope to tie the girl’s other leg to each other’s again making sure she left no slack in the rope.
Next Sonya untied Vicky’s gag and helped her spit the sodden panties.
“CRAZY FUCKING BITCHES YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU’RE PLANNING.” Vicky screamed.
Miss Bond moved quickly and clasped her hand tightly over Vicky mouth.
“And who’s going to stop us my dear, you and little Izzy? You’re both a little too tied up and gagged for that I think. Pass me the gag Sonya.”
Izzy then knew that they were planning something bad, and began to cry
“Now look what you’ve done.” Miss Bond snapped.
Quick as a flash Miss Bond removed her hand and expertly forced the ball gag in the protesting girls mouth, and buckled it tightly behind her head painfully trapping some of her hair the process.
Sonya made one final check of all the knots binding the girls, once she was satisfied with her work, she said.
“I’ll go and fetch the camera.”
“Not now dear, later maybe. First we have to make plans for morning.
On that note the two women left the room to the sound of gagged sobs.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

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Post by nadal1234555 » Wed Oct 28, 2015 8:38 am

brilliant

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Post by Headmistress » Thu Oct 29, 2015 3:37 am

Very good story, Jenny. Glad to see you back.

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Post by jennybond » Thu Oct 29, 2015 5:13 am

Thank you, its great to be back.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

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Post by jennybond » Thu Oct 29, 2015 5:30 am

Chapter 4.
Miss Bond and Sonya had got both girls up well before dawn, and forced them to dress in the clothes they arrived in, before taking them out to a van that Sonya had borrowed off a friend.
Vicky and Izzy lay side by side on the mattress in the back of the van as it sped off.
The two women had secured their captives for the journey.
The girls had their wrists and elbows bound behind their backs and their knees and ankles bound together.
Each of their mouths were stuffed once more if anything, Miss Bond had managed to force even more cloth in before sealing their lips with strips of medical tape, the two girls were also blindfolded with cloth pads that had been stuck over their tear filled eyes with more medical tape.
The journey to the shop didn’t take long, when they arrived Miss Bond kept a lookout as Sonya easily carried the girls inside one at a time by throwing them over her shoulder like rag dolls.
Once inside the girls were carried down to the basement.
Miss Bond spotted two wooden posts that were supporting the ceiling, sit them up against those posts and secure them to them.
Sonya dragged Vicky over to one of the posts and sat her up against it while Miss Bond dragged Izzy to the other one.
Sonya untied Vicky's arms and pulled them behind the post and retied them again at the wrists and elbows, Miss Bond did the same to Izzy.
Both girls then had more rope tightly wrapped around their upper bodies above and below their breasts securing them to the posts.
“Now we wait for mummy.” Miss Bond told the two terrified girls.
The blindfolded girls heard footsteps going up the wooden stairs and the door close at the top, when they were certain they were alone both girls began to struggle franticly to free themselves, even though they both thought it was hopeless they couldn’t just sit there and do nothing.
Izzy was the first one to scream into her gag in frustration as the tight ropes refused to budge, Vicky wasn’t giving up that easily, but eventually exhaustion got the better of her and she too screamed with frustration.
After what seemed like an eternity the two captives heard the door opening and footsteps on the stairs, Miss Bond lead the way followed by Sonya who had a tight hold of Gail Ward.
“Victoria, Isobel what have you done to them?” Gail cried seeing the two bound girls.
“Relax Mrs Ward they’re fine, for now anyway.” Miss Bond smugly replied.
“Are you girls alright?” Gail asked as she forced towards the girls.
Both girls could only moan into their gags in reply.
“God help you Bond if you’ve harmed them.” Gail cried.
Miss Bond ignored her and picked up some rope which she threw to Sonya.
“Here tie her up and gag her.”
“Not a fucking chance bitch.” Gail screamed.
Miss Bond and Sonya didn’t know about Gail’s past, before taking over the running of the book shop from her parents she spent fifteen years in the military where had become an expert and instructor in unharmed combat and martial arts, even to this day she still teaches martials arts at night school three times a week.
Quick as a flash Gail turned tables on the stunned much bigger woman that was holding her, and easily knocked her face down on the ground, she climbed on top of Sonya and forced her arm painfully high up her back.
“ARRGH GET THE FUCK OFF ME.” Sonya screamed.
“Not until your boss has untied those girls.” Gail replied.
“MISS BOND DO AS SHE SAY’S SHE’S BREAKING MY FUCKING ARM.” Sonya screamed.
“Do it Bond.” Gail said forcing Sonya’s arm further up her back causing her to scream out loud.
Vicky and Izzy both screamed in frustration as they couldn’t see what was going on.
“PLEASE DO AS SHE SAY’S.” Sonya begged.
“Do it Bond or I’ll break her arm into a thousand pieces and then come after you and break you into a thousand pieces too.
“Ok ok, that’s enough. Miss Bond replied.
Miss Bond walked slowly over to Vicky
“No tricks bitch just untie her.”
“Please Miss Bond just untie them.” Sonya begged.
“Alright, alright I know when I’m beat. Miss Bond replied in dejected manor.
Vicky had never been as relieved in her life as she felt the tight ropes binding her wrists and elbows being untied, Miss Bond then left her to free herself as see started to untie Izzy.
The first thing Vicky did was rip her blindfold and gag it off, it hurt like hell but right now she didn’t really care.
“Mum you’re amazing.” She cried.
“It’s not over yet dear, quickly untie yourself and help Isobel.”
“If I had my way I’d leave her tied up like for ever, stupid little bitch this is all her fault.” Vicky replied.
“Don’t be silly Victoria if we’re to get out of here in one piece it’s going to need all three of us working together.” Her mum told her.
Once she’d freed herself reluctantly Vicky helped Izzy who was struggling to get free.
“Ok you two tie Miss Bond up, make sure it’s good and tight I don’t want her getting free the moment our backs are turned.” Gail told the girls.
“Let’s hogtie her.” Izzy said.
“No wait a couple of weeks back they tied me in a position they called a frog tie, believe me it was far worse than any hogtie.” Vicky replied.
“Ok a frog tie it is just tell me what to do.” Izzy laughed.
“GET AWAY FROM ME.” Miss Bond who was cowering in a corner cried out.
“Sorry Miss Bond the boot is on the other foot now.” Vicky replied as she and Izzy grabbed their one time captor.
The girls pulled Miss Bond into the centre of the room and forced her face down on the floor.
“Collect up as much rope as you can.” Vicky instructed Izzy, while she sat on top of Miss Bond to stop her from moving.
Once Izzy had returned with the rope Vicky wasted no time in binding her wrists tightly together.
“You little bitches are going to pay for this.” Miss Bond raged.
“Really?” Vicky replied.
“I think she needs a gag.” Izzy said.
“So do I.” Vicky replied.
Vicky reached up inside Miss Bond’s leather skirt
“Leather panties too very nice Miss Bond.” Vicky laughed as she removed them.
“Lift her head up.” Vicky continued.
Izzy yanked on Miss Bond’s hair causing her to scream as her head was lifted up, allowing Vicky to stuff the leather panties inside the protesting woman’s mouth.
Izzy picked up the strip of medical tape which she’d carefully peeled off her own mouth early and stuck it over Miss Bond’s lips, along with a couple more strips of the used tape.
Vicky then took hold of one Miss Bond’s legs and folded it up so her heel touched her bottom
“Hold her like that don’t let her move.” She told Izzy.
Vicky then tightly secured it in this position, by tying two lengths of rope one around her bent knee and the other round around her ankle securing it to her thigh.
“You do the same to her other leg I’ll hold her for you.” Vicky told Izzy.
With Vicky’s help Izzy managed to bind Miss Bonds leg exactly like her other one.
“Ribbit ribbit.” Izzy laughed making a noise like a frog.
But Vicky hadn’t finished there.
“Help me sit her up.”
It was difficult but they managed to sit Miss Bond up.
“Now you can see why it’s called a frogtie.” Vicky said pointing to Miss Bonds legs that were not positioned like a crouched frogs.
Vicky untied Miss Bonds hands and pulled her arms in front of her, she forced the woman to cross her arms over chest before pulling them forward bending the woman over as she did.
“Tie her left wrist to her right ankle. I’ll do the other one make sure it’s good and tight now. ” She told Izzy.
Even Sonya who was watching while being held by Gail was impressed by this piece invention, she would never have thought of doing anything like this.
Vicky checked Izzy’s knots and tightened them slightly.
“Good work.” She said giving Izzy a high five.
Miss Bond’s body was already beginning to scream with pain from the uncomfortable unnatural position she’d been tied in, and she began to moan into her gag.
“What are we going to do with Sonya, mum?” Vicky asked switching her attention away from Miss Bond,
“You seem to be the expert you decide.” Gail replied.
“We’ll start by gagging her anyway, mum can I use your scarf.”
“Of course dear.” Gail replied.
Vicky removed patterned the scarf that Gail always wore from around her neck while she kept her tight hold on Sonya.
Vicky tied a large knot in the centre of the scarf that she had folded into a long band.
“Open bitch.” She said holding the knot to Sonya mouth.
Gail made sure she opened her mouth by forcing her arm further up her back causing her to cry out in pain.
“Thank you mum.” Vicky said as forced the large knot between Sonya’s teeth, and knotted the scarf tightly behind her head.
“Put her against one of the posts please mum, Izzy be a dear a run upstairs and fetch me a pair of scissors, also in the first aid cupboard in the back room you’ll find a large jar of deep heat gel rub bring me that, and a pair of those latex gloves that are in there too.”
Izzy left the basement, when she returned a few minutes later, Vicky and Gail had tied Sonya to the post with her arms stretched way above her head, more rope was tied around her upper body above and below her large breasts and around her waist, Vicky was busy tying Sonya legs to the post at her thighs, knees, calves, and ankles, when she had done that she finished off by tying a tight rope around Sonya neck securing that to the post too.
“Cut off her t shirt and bra.” Vicky told Izzy.
Izzy wasted no time doing this and soon Sonya was naked from the waist up.
Vicky picked up some small thin lengths of rope and tied them tightly around the base of each of Sonya’s breasts, flicking her now-hard nipples with the ends of the ropes before tucking those ends roughly under the tied loops, making them tighter still.
Sonya watched helplessly as Vicky put the latex gloves on, and took the jar from Izzy.
Opening it she dipped her hand in and brought out some form of gel. The room was filled with a medicinal smell like menthol.
“Hold still” She told Sonya, like she had a choice.
She began to rub the gel all over Sonya’s breasts, then a second handful was applied, she continued until the jar was completely empty.
“Takes a few minutes to start working.” Vicky laughed.
Being a former Athlete Sonya knew all about deep heat a treatment used for sports injuries and how it reddens and burns the skin for a while after its been applied, and knew what to expect especially on a sensitive area like her breasts.
“That’s cruel.” Gail said trying not to laugh.
“Yeah but not half as cruel as this bitch has been to me over the past few months.” Vicky replied.
The deep heat had now begun to warm Sonya’s skin, she could feel the burning sensation begin to increase, and her eyes had begun to water because of the strong smell.
“Don’t cry Sonya.” Izzy laughed seeing this.
Vicky moved her head close to Sonya’s and speaking in a low voice she said
"I think you’re getting a kick out of this aren’t you? You naughty girl. Good, you'll enjoy the next few hours then. Titties nice and warm yet?"
Indeed they were, hot and most uncomfortable causing Sonya to moan into her gag.
Which made all three laugh
“Do you think we ought to call the police now I need to open the shop?” Gail said.
“Not yet mum, Izzy and I don’t feel much like work after out ordeal, don’t open today have a day off we want to play with our new pets for a while longer.
THE END.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

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Post by Tieup1 » Thu Oct 29, 2015 11:06 am

A great story, good work.

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Post by pickle11111 » Thu Oct 29, 2015 5:16 pm

GREAT STORY! Again, welcome back!

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Post by The Wrapster » Sun Nov 01, 2015 6:04 am

I've never met pickle, but I agree with him wholeheartedly! Welcome back Jenny!! I,too missed you and your great stories.

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Post by jennybond » Sun Nov 01, 2015 8:12 am

AWW thanks guys.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...