Postby spandexm » Sat Aug 20, 2016 10:12 am
As a kid while playing spies, found myself bound and gagged in my friend's bedroom. As luck would have it it stopped raining and his drop dead gorgeous divorced mother came home early and made Brad do his chores, the other two boys fled, afraid to be sucked in to helping. All three left me and I could not get free, and to make matters worse could not call out for help.
Four hours of poor Brad outside mowing the lawn, trimming the bushes, and cleaning the above ground pool and I was still helpless, plus I had been tied up an hour before Mrs. F came home. I ended up wetting myself.
The sound of highheels coming up the stairs really terrified me! The door was partly open and she heard me. I could only blush and meow incoherently as she looked down at me. At first she was mad, and even opened the window, more to clear the smell, and yelled at her teenage son, but he was running the weed whacker and most likely ignored her as well.
"Well at least you're alive." She finally laughed and untied me, swearing about using her good clothesline again.
Brad got grounded for a week and fortunately neither ratted me out to my parents.
I must admit being found by Mrs. F ended up being a turn-on.