I immediately grabbed the rope I had stashed earlier and started to lash her wrists together, palms together. Jasmine raised and lowered her shoulder one at a time, stretching them for what she knew was coming. After binding her wrists I started in on the elbows,pulling them close together with a few rounds of rope but not far enough to where they touched, since I figured her arms weren't used to that kind of stress as much as they were a couple months prior. As I cinched off all the knots, Jasmine was already getting into character, grimacing and lightly straining against the ropes. I got into character too, covering her mouth tightly and saying " alright, we're going to take a little walk upstairs my damsel, okay?" She nodded with wide eyes, started up the stairs as I followed close behind to make sure she didn't slip, but also to enjoy the show of course. When we got to the top I ushered her into my sisters room, which sits catty corner from mine at one end of our upstairs hallway. Sitting her on my bed and telling her to stay put (why on earth would she ever leave) I quickly grabbed my box of supplies from my room, along with one other surprise. Jasmine started in when I reentered the room. "Pleased you don't have to do this. I'll be good, promise. Please, I just want to be home." I knew what she wanted, and grabbed a sock to oblige. Jasmine, always a small, small bit of a control freak, immediately broke character and said "You know I like nylon better, there's an extra pair in my purse downstairs" I gave a sarcastic sigh and went down stairs, quickly returning with a pair of white nylon stockings that had been neatly folded in her bag. Back to business. "Alright, open up.", I said in as mean of a tone as in could muster. Jasmine turned her head away. I grabbed her chin and yanked it back. "I said open up!" I ordered. This time she lowered her head and shook it, before raising it and pleading for her release again, of course in reality she was giving me the opportunity to stuff the gag in her mouth, which I did, before sealing the stockings in with five large strips of shiny gray tape. She mmmphed in "protest", as always having no problem with being muted at all. " Now, I can work in peace", I said, which was met by Jasmine starting to lightly struggle again, mewing softly through the thick gag. I started in on lashing her elbows to her chest, winding two loops above and three below her breasts, , before binding her wrists to the small of her back with even more rope. After that I took care, great care I might add, with the legs, securing them together at the ankles, knees, and thighs, before adding two more sets of rope, one just above her skirt hem, and one in between her knee and ankle ropes. I finished it off with one of her favorite touches, winding rope around her feet and heels, pinning her sexy shoes to her hosed feet. Finally, I stepped back to admire my work. Jasmine stared up at me with wide, desperate eyes, mmphing a little louder now that she knew I had finished and immediately swung her feet up onto the bed, before rolling onto her side and starting to wriggle. She stared up at me again, sexy white legs bent in front as she strained, trying to pull them apart. Added with the fact that her hands were tied palm to palm, making made her breasts stick out a little more than they usually did in these tugs, which I'm sure she enjoyed. But it was obvious she needed and most certainly wanted more room to struggle, so I grabbed her by the legs and back and carefully hoisted her on to the carpeted ground, fingers lingering on the smooth nylon of her legs for as long as I could. She mmmphed loudly as I did this, and I noticed that she seemed to ne nodding at the tape. I made a small circle with my finger and she nodded yes, indicating that she wanted a tighter, wrap around gag (best tug partner ever!) So I of course did just that, holding her hair up and wrapping it around four times before smoothing it all down. Satisfied, she started to struggle again, mmphing louder this time and wriggling around in "desperation". I watched this for a little, eying her sexy nylon encased legs and pretty, fearful eyes, underneath which lay a equally as sexy stuffed and gagged mouth, lips pursed against the tape as she tried to cry out. She wasn't slowing down either, doing everything from raising her legs and banging her heels on the ground, to my personal favorite, arching her back. That is until I showed her the surprise, which made her stop cold.
It was the first time I'd ever seen her legitimately scared when there was no risk of us getting caught. She shook her head wildly, mmphing in fear for real this time. " Relax, relax", I said with a reassuring grin. "I just want you to see what you look like. These pictures won't be seen by anybody but me, you, Amanda, and Jon, promise. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, laughing nervously a little under her gag. I held up the camera again. " Now, lets look good for your enjoyment", I said. Jasmine started in again, fighting against the ropes. Along the way, I instructed her to do a couple of things, such as raise her legs and lean on her back again or sit up and bend her legs, taking multiple pictures (and a couple of videos

) in the process. Finally, she rested her head, exhausted from the mini shoot. "Great work haha, want me to untie you? " I said with a chuckle. She thought for a moment, then rubbed her face on the ground. "Just the gag?", I relayed. She nodded yes, so I very carefully removed the layers of tape and let her spit the now soaked ball of nylon out of her mouth. "Gah, that's so much better", she said with a couple of deep breath's. "All that moving around tired me out". She laughed a little. " Everything else good?" I asked, making sure. "Yeah, nothing hurts or anything, so I'm fine", she replied. " I just want to see those pictures. "Haha, sure thing", I responded. " You looked great." "Aw, thanks," she said, still tightly tied and catching her breath. "I was curious as to if I looked pretty or just sweaty", she said with a grin. " Definitely the first one" , I reassured, and showed her the camera screen. Her eyes and this time mouth widened as I did so. "Woah", She exclaimed. "I do look good", she said, scooting forward on her butt to get a closer look. As I flicked through the photos, some better than others (I'm not a professional photographer by any means, so you bet there were a couple of finger covering the lens shots, you know you've done it too), she oohed and ahhed, raising he eyebrows whenever she found one she liked. When I showed her the videos however, Jasmine laughed. " No wonder you and Jon stare at us while were tied up", she said with a grin. "I make one sexy damsel". I laughed back. " I can assure you it is quite funny to watch" , I replied. "Well then put my gag back in, I'm tired of all this talking," she said with a mischievous smile. (Man I love this girl). "Really, already?", I said. " Figured you'd wouldn't be this accustomed to it after a few months". "Eh", she said with a shrug, arms still tightly bound. "Self-bondage and stuff like that. I've gotten quite close to the real thing." "Well then I'd love to see it sometime", I said reaching for the roll of gray tape. " I can show you right now if you want me to", Jasmine replied. "Just, let me struggle a little bit longer? This is fun". "Sure thing", I agreed (of course, duh), before sticking the nylon ball back in her mouth and sealing it in with three long, gray strips of tape. She mmmphed her gratitude, before slowly lying on her side and starting to lightly struggle again. I decided to leave Jasmine for a bit in her fantasy, so I turned off all the lights (eliciting a small surprised squeal from her), shut the door, and went downstairs to grab a drink. I stared at the clock. Holy crap, an hour and a half had passed by already? (Let me tell you, time moves fast when you're having fun, but it moves at pretty much warp speed when you have a gorgeous girl tightly bound and gagged in your sister's bedroom.) I sat my glass in the sink. There was no time to waste. When I got back upstairs and opened the door, Jasmine was still lying there just as I had left her, back into character however as she looked up at me with pleading eyes. She mmphed, before sort of doing the worm on her side, kicking her still tightly tied feet forward. I noticed that all of this struggling had accumulated into her skirt rising almost to her waist, showing that she was wearing tights that came up to there as well, no bare skin in sight. She rolled onto her stomach, giving me a clear look at her hands and arms, wirsts crossed, arms tied, and both tightly secured to her back. Her feet and legs were also on full display, ankles, knees, and thighs enveloped in sexy white nylon, tightly lashed together, tall white heels giving that amazing squeaking noise as they rubbed against each other, still securely roped to her feet to ensure that they were there to stay. Lastly, her face, scrunched up and desperate, eyes wet with tears (that is 10+ years of acting people, I can do it too actually, sometimes anyways) knowing that she was helpless and trapped until someone decided to rescue her. Which is exactly what I started to do, much to her surprise. "Mmmph?" She questioned. "Mmmph, mmmph!", She angrily responded, not wanting her fun to end as I started to take her gag off. Once I removed the tape, she spit out the nylon ball and demanded " What are you doing?" "Its amost 7:30", I told her, " Were only got two and a half hours until our parents get home. "Jeez", she said, sitting up straight. " I thought it'd been like a half n hour or something". "Me too", I said, and started to untie her arms, as she turned her head back to look. "So you want me to show you how I tie myself up then?" ,She said with a grin. "Yeah, and then maybe I can, improve it a little. " She grinned again. "Sweet. Leave the legs then, they're tied exactly how I did it, since I pretty much learned it from you." She said. "Too bad, I want to see you do it", I replied and started to unwind the rope at her thighs. " She laughed. "Alright, fine. Let me help you then." She reached for her knees and started to unwind the rope, wrists a light shade of red from her previous predicament. When we finished untying everything completely, she stood up and smoothed out her skirt, which had risen all the way up past her butt at this point (the manner at which Jasmine does these types of things normally seen as embarrassing is insane), and then sat on the bed, hosed legs, now with fresh rope marks, hung over the side. "You ready?", she asked. "Go for it", I replied, and sat back to watch the show.
There you go! Before any of you asks yes i still have the pictures but no I can't post them here. Sure I could just blur her face out and everything, but it's more that I made her a promise not to show anybody, and posting them to the internet is showing them to, well, everybody. Besides that I hope you guys all enjoyed the update, once again thanks for all the support and feedback, glad to be back. As always, happy tugging and God Bless!