## A Fresh Day (Continued)

Post by Games_Bond » Thu Oct 13, 2011 9:02 am

Hi folks. For the keen followers, I am sorry about these long hiatuses. They are not 100% intnentional. It is about time I continued one of my stories and for personal reasons I am continuing with A Fresh Day. Chapter One, for those who need it is here: viewtopic.php?f=48&t=10674 Of course, clicking a link and reading through that isn't everyone's cup of tea, so I'll don my best deep announcer voice:
Previously in a Fresh Day: The emminently cute Leila is moving into student accomodation. She harbours a secret love of bondage, and hides it from her new friend, Rosin. She visits a hardware store to buy some bondage supplies, but makes a mistake and leaves herself helplessly tied lengthwise to her bed, wearing virtually nothing, and gagged. Nobody knows she is there.
CHAPTER TWO: Rosin
The day had gone well so far. I hadn't expected that I would meet anyone early on; I had the flat to myself for the longest time. But I had already met one person and she seemed nice. Leila, her name was. She'd been a little bit shy, but friendly all the same. I liked her. I'd chatted with her for a bit and got to know her just a little. I was surprised when she had asked for directions to a hardware store. It seemed a little bit strange for a place to want to go on your first day. I did have to wonder. Maybe it was my dirty mind playing tricks on me, but - could it be...?
In any case, after she left, I had things to do. Sure, I put stuff away in cupboards and drawers, but that's not really what I had in mind. The big task for the day was making sure I could connect to the Internet, and setting up all the technological gear. That took the best part of my afternoon. It was all set up by about 5pm, by which time I was a little bit peckish. I thought I best go to the student shop, and get a sandwich or something.
I got as far as the communal lounge when the front door opened before I got there. I immediately stopped in my tracks. This had to be another new flat-mate to greet. I just waited politely for them to come in. This person was carrying a suitcase and a bag. He was rolling the suitcase behind him with his left hand; the bag was strapped over his right shoulder. He stopped when he saw me, and greeted with "Hi!" and a wide smile. He was just a bit taller than I was. His arms were as thick and athletic, but they were darker in tone. His face, by contrast, was pale but full of fun; he smiled with clear blue eyes. His messy black hair was lightly gelled and pointed upwards at the front. He surely played some sort of sport.
"Hiya." I said back. "Can I help you with that?"
"No; I got it, thanks." he grinned. He seemed genuinely friendly enough, but part of me did wonder if he was refusing the offer through some out-dated idea of chivalry rather than because he could actually manage.
"I'm Rosin."
"I'm Tyler. Pleased to meet you." He extended his hand, and we shook - and he caught me looking. "Is something the matter?" he asked.
"No, not at all!" I said warmly. My eyes had been on his wrist. The rolex didn't quite hide the mark. "It's just - you seem to have quite a bit of rope-burn on your wrist there. I'm sorry; I just - notice these things, I guess."
"What?" Tyler flushed. "Oh! Well, no. That's..."
"It's cool." I assured him, preventing him from inventing some sort of excuse. "We're all students here. Nobody cares about things like that. But if you don't want me to mention it-"
"Look." He cut me off. "I wouldn't want you getting the wrong idea. That mark - well, all I'll say is: it's not what it looks like. I wouldn't want you, shall we say, forming any opinions of me - especially when I don't know anything about you." He paused for a moment. "Obviously, I hope that I'll be seeing more of you, but... if you don't mind me asking, what made you jump to that conclusion?"
I smiled back at him. "Jumping to what conclusion? It's like I said: you're a fresher - anything goes. You know, whatever you're into. There's no way your watch caused that mark, and - well - don't jump to conclusions about me, but - let's just say I know a rope burn mark when I see one." I paused, to let that one sink in. "Anyway, if you do want to clarify further... well, I'm flat 69. I was going out to grab something to eat... you can come with if you like?"
He looked at his luggage. "I better get this stuff into my room - give me a minute?"
I nodded. "Sure." So, that was how Tyler and I ended up in the refectory, just generally talking about each other's lives. What did we talk about? If you had supper with someone you'd never met before, what would you talk about? Because that's what we talked about. I hadn't completely given up hope of finding out the story behind the marks on what I had noticed were both his wrists. I was sure that they had come as a result of being tied up, but I had been casual enough about it, hadn't I? What was so wrong that he wasn't keen to talk about it?
It was me that brought up the subject of girlfriends. It turned out he didn't have any. He had had - past tense - but had come to University currently available. I had to get in quick to make sure I was only asking out of casual conversation - it was way too early for me to think that something could happen and I didn't want to give the wrong impression. I was very tempted to say something stupid like: "So, it wasn't a girlfriend that gave you those marks, then?", but I thought I better leave it. It was not news to me that some people who were into that kind of thing didn't like to talk about it - particularly not to someone they had just met.
Now, at this point, you might be asking: "Well, that's all well and good, Rosin, but what, specifically, was your interest in the subject? I mean, all we know about you is that you're a Fresher in Uni and that you are quick to notice any signs that another person might just be interested in bondage." That's a fair question, but - I might as well leave you hanging for now. The bondage isn't far away and I think I'll leave it as a surprise. Suffice to say that before we go too much further, I might just find out a little more about Tyler, and why he got those marks. But you might have figured by now that Tyler isn't exactly the story-telling type.
Tyler and I went our separate ways once we were back in the flat. I wanted to set up my laptop; Tyler wanted to actually unpack things. Having done most of the work beforehand, it didn't take long to set everything else up; get it installed etc. In fact, just forty five minutes after entering my flat, I was beginning a video conference with my little sister.
You might be thinking that maybe that was just a little bit too soon to be establishing contact with home. After all, there was a reason that I moved into student accommodation despite the fact I already lived in the same city. But it wasn't too soon for her. Rhada doesn't look too different from me - her hair is slightly shorter, and the colour of hay. She doesn't accessorise apart from a red heir band (fair enough; the look suits her), she has a million more freckles than me (that's exactly one million that she has then) and of course, she's almost a whole head shorter. If you look at her limbs, they're quite weedy compared to mine, but then, she doesn't play many sports. She is four years my junior, but we're still pretty close, and I think I can put my finger on ONE reason.
Alec.
Yeah, he's my brother. Smart Alec, as we call him, and take it from me: it's not a compliment. He's loud, rude and bossy. Well, every brother has his faults. I have to question whether he's even family - Rhada and Sully are identical twins (oh yes, by the way - just like you, we didn't get any say in our names and our parents fancied themselves as quite good at picking), and they are reserved, respectful and still a whole lot of fun. Alec is just a plain nuisance. That was fine when he was eight years old, but he's twice that now and we're still waiting for him to finish start growing up. I should hold my hand up and say that I never got the worst of it. He's my little brother. But not to Rhada and Sully.
Rhada was joined by Sully pretty quickly when the former started complaining about Alec. I'd been gone a matter of hours and Alec was already trying to lord it over the other two now that big sister was out of the picture - or so he thought. You know the saying "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"? Well, now picture that same woman with a twin sister and a big sister joining in the scorning.
"Sounds like Smart Alec needs put in his place." I winked at them. They were grinning back - they could see on my face the unmistakeable sign of gleeful, evil contemplation. They knew what was coming. Over the next few minutes we talked and plotted. They were conferencing from their shared room, which was useful, as there was no chance Alec would be anywhere near overhearing us decide his fate.
Decide it we did. I watched on avidly as Rhada called Alec into their room. I waited to fulfill my part in the plan as they explained to him that Rosin was doing a video call on the computer and she'd asked to speak to him. I did my best to hide a smirk as he sat down on the chair that they provided. No sooner had he sat, and faced me, than the twins moved. Sully grabbed one arm and clasped her free hand over his mouth, hand-gagging him. Rhada brought his other arm round, and with a combined effort, the girls lashed his arms together with some jump rope, and tied that to the wooden back supports on the bcak of the chair. That took a good half-minute to do, with Alec struggling all the way. He knew that a punishment was on its way.
"Don't struggle, Alec, they're doing this on my orders." I told him. "And if you dare make this difficult for them, the next time I see you, I'm going to give you a much worse punishment than they have in store for you today. Understand?"
Alec managed the tiniest of nods from his held fast position.
"The reason they are tying you up, little brother, is because I want to make something very clear to you. They are in charge when I'm not there. Not you. Just because you're the eldest child now doesn't mean what you say goes. Rhada and Sully are my deputes while I am not there, so giving them trouble is like giving me trouble. All right?"
While I had been speaking, Rhada and Sully had continued securing his arms and hands to the chair. Again, he gave a nod of compliance. He had stopped struggling now, for fear of what would happen to him when I actually got my hands on him were he not to comply. Sully still had her hand fastened firmly over his mouth. Rhada had moved on to securing his elbows to the chair. I could see that she was using knots that I had taught her - I felt so proud. There was no way Alec would escape by himself.
Rhada and Sully moved on to the next part. Rhada went over to their laundry basket, and put her hand right in - fishing around right at the bottom; for stuff that had probably been sitting there for a few days. She pulled out a pair of Sully's socks and her own underwear. She balled the socks together, and put them inside her own garment. She was advancing from behind - Alec had seen nothing of what she was doing. So, when Sully used her now free hand to cover his eys, and then slid her other hand up to pinch his nose, he unwittingly opened his mouth to breathe without sounding out. Rhada shoved the clothes gag into his mouth. She then fetched some duct tape, and after a few strips of that, he was completely gagged.
Now they got to work downstairs. First, between them, they pulled off his jeans. All the way down. He was not getting let off easy. They each took a leg as they bound them to separate legs of the chair. They started at the ankles and worked all the way up to his knees, making sure that his legs were spread as widely apart as possible. There wasn't a lot more left to do after that. They weren't doing any ties around his waist yet, and Sully soon showed him why.
My sisters might be the same age, but Sully is the one that is more, shall we say, adolescently aware. She knew exactly what she was doing next. She sat on Alec's lap, straddling him, sliding one leg down each side of the chair. At first, she was sitting squarely on his thighs, but she deliberately slid up, pressing herself quite snugly against his torso. She also knew what she was sitting right on top of. Then, ever so gently, she slid her fingers down either side of his tummy and grabbed hold of his T-shirt. She pulled it all the way up, and stretched it, folding the front of it right over the back of his head - an improvised but effective hood. It had the added bonus of making him breathe in his own sweaty T-shirt. Added to what was in his mouth, it was the foulest of air that was entering his lungs; only just breathable.
Then the tickle torture began. Twenty fingers ran all over his exposed tummy, causing him to splutter and wretch. Importantly, my sisters showed him absolutely no mercy. We all knew he was finding it difficult - but not impossible - to breathe. The more he struggled, the harder it became. We knew that he was on the verge of passing out. But we knew that there was another effect that was far more likely to happen first. The way he was moaning through his gag, we knew it was happening. Then his body started jerking erratically. This would be the ultimate embarrassment for him, but he was a sixteen year old boy, he could take it. We had decided he would be all right. I had been part of the plan thus far; the next thing I expected to happen was for Sully to wait - right up until the peak of the spasms- before she finally removed herself from the tight embrace, and then she or Rhada would pull the now sticky pants off of him and tease him about how disgusting he was.
But today was the day I found out I was not the dirtiest minded girl in on this. Because Sully, four-years-younger Sully, kept sitting there. Not only that, but when he - you know - she laughed. So far, I could run with it. But as the spasms died away, as his hyper-ventilation slowed back towards normal, she pulled herself in tighter, pulled her mouth past his cheek, and whispered something to her brother that he will live with for the rest of his life. And I can tell you, when I heard, about a week later, exactly what she whispered in his ear, I cringed - not just any cringe, from a standing position into a fully crumpled amazed wreck on the floor. I watched what she did next, and I swore, if I ever met a dirtier minded girl than my sister Sully, that girl was NEVER getting to tie me up.
Not that I expected I ever would meet said girl.
But little did I know, I was one step closer to meeting her with the timely knock on my bedroom door.

### Re: A Fresh Day (Continued)

Post by Games_Bond » Sun Oct 16, 2011 4:44 am

There are still a few more chapters if anyone's interested?