If only!

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:37 am

If only!
Hello everybody! I’m a new(-ish) author (but an avid reader) on this forum. Before you cause the server to break down, I do have a thing for pantyhose and skirts and not just on girls. But absolutely no forced cross dressing or anything like that! All parties concerned have to agree to it.

Anyway, here’s my (made up?) story:
First some info of the main characters, the place and time:
Time: Early one spring in the early 80-ties, when there still was snow on the ground and not just on postcards.
Place: a suburb just northwest of Stockholm, Sweden.

The characters:
Me, Peter (boy, 1m 70-ish. 60 kg early to mid teens, brown longish hair mostly combed straight back using wax. Green eyes, thick glasses with BIG AND UGLY plastic frames. A jeans kind of a guy, I.e. I loved to wear jeans (Trousers as well as jackets. I still do.) almost all year around. Big secret: loved TUG:s. I still do as well.

My friend, nicknamed Wendy in this story 1m 50-ish (girl, similar age, dark brown almost black eyes and hair, so long she almost could sit on it, also dark brown. She never used to wear it in a ponytail or anything. It was always free flowing. She seemed to prefer it that way. She also loved to wear jeans or trousers in general. I never saw her in a skirt or a dress at all. Or pantyhose, for that matter. Until now, that is.)

Her younger sister Carin. 1m 40-ish. A couple of years younger. Similar sort of appearance and taste in clothes as her sister. Only difference was that she did wear dresses or skirts from time to time. With or without pantyhose, depending on the time of year. She had a shorter hairstyle.

Introductions over. Now for the story:
My friend (who just happened to be THE most seriously cute girl, like 100 on a scale from 1-10 and with a body to match!) asked me one Thursday on the way to school:
‘Since we don’t have to go to school tomorrow, do you want to come over to my place around mid-day? We could study for next week’s test or something? Tell you what! You could ask your parents if you could sleep over this weekend. That way, we would have lots of time for studies. Besides, my parents won’t be home at all this weekend.’ she said teasingly, looking at me with those big, almost black, eyes that always made feel like I was drowning and flicked her hair back and started fidgeting her knitted pink, green and red scarf. ‘Call me tonight and let me know, will you?’
I stumbled and almost fell flat on my face, at the prospect of spending at least two whole days in the company of this seriously gorgeous girl.
‘O.K. I will.’ I said trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to sound casual. Mostly due to the fact that was stuttering badly which I never normally do and suddenly gasping for air.

To cut a long story short my parents, seeing how eager I was, reluctantly agreed to me sleeping over, as they knew of the family. I immediately called my friend and told her I was coming some time around noon.
‘Oh, goody!!’ she said in a purring sort of a way. ’When you do, remember to go through the garage, as the front door is closed off, due to repairs in the hallway!’
I thought this was kind of strange. But hey, who cares? Remember, she was gorgeous.
Anyway, early the next day I packed my pj:s and a toothbrush and went over to her house. I knocked on the front door and…nothing. Then I remembered I was supposed to go through the door leading to the garage. I quickly went down the front steps and went over to the doors to the garage. I knocked once again and heard something that sounded like ‘Come in, please!’ but muted, as if coming from a great distance or from behind thick curtains. I entered and stopped dead in the doorway at what I saw. There was Wendy, handcuffed, on her tiptoes. The handcuffs were fastened to a chain that hung from a hook in the ceiling. Her mouth was covered with duct tape, but it had started to come loose. That was he reason she had sounded so strange. As I came in, Carin was peeling it of.
She was dressed in a light blue leotard with long sleeves and dark green cotton pantyhose. (They had a very peculiar sense of colour matching in that family.) In front of her stood Carin, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat at the look on my face. She was dressed in a black leathery skirt that ended up just short of her knees, black pantyhose and a black satin blouse. ’Oh! Master is here already!
‘Master?’ I thought. ’What’s she on about? But, if that is the way she wants it! I’m up for the game!’
‘What do you think of this? Do you like, what you see?’ she asked. ‘Oh, don’t worry, she’s agreed to it! Besides, it’s not like she haven’t done it before and she hasn’t been hanging there for long. She did it just for you, you know. Just to see how you’d react.’ Carin explained. I just stood there, perplexed, and didn’t know what to say. After a long while of just staring, I managed to say ‘Yes, well. ERM, If you say so?’
‘Carin?’ Wendy said. ‘My arms are starting to hurt. Would you mind…?’
‘No, not at all! I think it’s time for my sister to come down from there. Don’t you?’ Carin said as she took out a key ring and climbed on to a stool to unlock the padlock that connected Wendy’s handcuffs to the chain. ‘Let me just.. There we are. Now that is out of the way, we could sit down in the living-room and have a little talk about this weekend. I think it’s only fair we if lay down some rules, don’t you?’ she said coming down off the stool. With a sigh of relief Wendy lowered her arms. But before Carin could unlock the handcuffs, I said with a slight smile ‘Of course we will. But since you called me master, let me take care of those. Do you have an other pair of handcuffs in the house? Or better still, some rope?’
‘We’ve got lots of rope as well as handcuffs. Why?’ Wendy asked as I took the keys to the handcuffs from Karin and stood in front of her.
‘I will tie you both up, of course! Well, at least your hands and knees, for now. That is, if you really meant what you said. Enough talking. Give me four pieces of that rope. And some stuff to gag you with.’
Karin hurried away to give me what I wanted with a gasped ‘Yes, master!’. While she was away Wendy asked shyly ‘Does this mean we don’t get to study at all over the weekend? I was kind of hoping we would?’
I looked down at her and said ‘Don’t you worry. We’ll study all right! It is an important test for both of us. But who is to say, you can’t study and be tied up at the same time? By tomorrow things will have changed, I promise. But I won’t tell you any more, just yet, wait until Karin comes back and all will be revealed. By the way, come here and I will take off those handcuffs.’ I said winking at her. Just when I had finished saying that Karin came back with four bundles of rope and gagging material.

We went into the livingroom and I sat down in the sofa. ‘I’m getting cold. Don’t I get to change clothes before you start anything?‘ Wendy asked.
‘No, I like you dressed that way.‘ I told Karin not to change her clothes either and to stand next to Wendy and don‘t move, as I immediately got to work releasing Wendy from the handcuffs and retying her hands behind her back with one of the ropes, palms out, making it as effective as if I would have tied her elbows as well. I folded it in half and wrapped it horizontally around her wrists a couple of times before I cinched it of in the middle, making it as tight as I dared, but at the same time making sure she couldn’t get at the knots. Then I took another rope and tied her legs together, just above the knees in a similar fashion a couple of times horizontally cinching it of out of the way of her fingers. That way she could still walk, but it would be difficult for her to do so. ‘Is it tied to tight?’ I asked her.
She wiggled around a couple of minutes, trying to find a way to get out of the ropes. After having tried to get free in any way she could think of she said, completely exhausted ‘No, I can’t. I’m a good Christian and I don’t usually use bad language, but (PEEP) this is a good tie! Its not to tight, but I’m sure as (PEEP) won’t get out of this in a hurry, let me tell you! I could walk around like this for quite some time. Trust me, as I’m kind of an expert at this.’ She said happily.
‘OK, good, because you will.’ I said turning my attention to Carin ‘Now it’s your turn, young lady!’ I tied her the same way I did her sister. When I had the two of them securely tied up, I fetched two chairs from the kitchen and told them to sit down. I sat myself back in the sofa and we started planning.
We agreed of certain safe words, or sounds, if they were gagged.
They were only to be tied up and/or gagged two hours maximum each time, that meant three hours 9.30 to 12.30 a.m. and three hours 2 pm to 5 pm. In the evenings and when they went to bed they would decide if they wanted to be tied or not. I would respect their decision, any way they chose.
When I and Wendy studied Karin would be tied to a chair and gagged, but in the same room that we were.
They would have to somehow signal me if they wanted to use the bathroom. I would release their hands for a while, so they could go.
We would have a rolling schedule, which meant that tomorrow one of the girls would be in charge instead of me, and the day after that the other girl. The order was to be decided later that evening.

After half an hour it was time to have some lunch. It turned out that their mother had prepared food for all of us, for the entire weekend and stored it in the fridge. The only thing we had to do was heat it up in the microwave.
As it was already 12.35 I released them and we ate our lunch. The girls requested once more to change clothes and once more I turned them down.
At two o’clock I tied them up again (hands and knees) and we sat down in Wendy room Karin on the bed and the rest of us at Wendy‘s desk. But before that I fetched some napkins and some scarves to gag the girls with, starting with Karin, as I and Wendy needed to talk to each other every once in a while. I asked Karin nicely to open up, but she refused saying she would be as quiet as a mouse and we wouldn’t even notice she was there.
‘Now, why don’t I believe you? Come on open up, young lady!’ I said pinching her nose. She held her breath for as long as she could, but eventually she had to breathe and that is when I shoved a couple of balled up handkerchiefs in her mouth and quickly tied one of the scarves around her head. ‘MMMMMPF’ she protested, squirming like mad on the bed.
‘Oh stop it, will you!, It’s so you don’t disturb us that much when we are studying. Be thankful I didn’t bring a camera. Come to think about it, maybe I should have. You both look so lovely tied up and dressed that way.’ I said harshly, as I sat down next to Wendy.
Eventually she did calm down and we got on with the studying.
At 5 p.m. I released them both and we had dinner. After dinner I said to Wendy ’You know, it’s only fair you were tied up and gagged for a while, since Karin were for two whole hours this afternoon. What do you say?’ I didn’t wait for her reply though, but instead set to work tying up and gagging her.
We sat down and watched TV for a couple of hours, me in the middle, Karin on my right side and Wendy on my left, squirming like she had ants in her pantyhose beside me most of the time, and at 8 p.m. I released her again.
At 10 we got ready for bed and we put on our pj:s. I was taken aback when it turned out the girls both had footy pj:s in flannel Wendy’s was blue and Karin‘s was red.
We decided that Wendy was to be tied up for the night, so I put her hands in mittens. Then I cuffed her hands in front of her before she went to bed, and when she had laid down on the bed I took the other pair of handcuffs and cuffed her feet as well, but no gag. I blindfolded her instead with the scarf, taping it to the sides of her head, so she couldn’t take it of, either by accident or deliberately.
Meanwhile Karin had gone to bed, so I just said goodnight to the girls and went to bed.

What happens next? Please give me suggestions!