## The Girl in the Sweater

Post by TheDrummer94 » Mon Jan 23, 2012 5:41 pm

Today in one of my math classes, one of the girls in my class was wearing this really thick, really heavy, soft (it looked wool, but I'm probably wrong) sweater. I have had several classes with this girl, but never really noticed her. The class was boring, so I let my imagination run, and came up with the following story.
Late in the afternoon on Thursday, two girls were talking at the back of a classroom.
"Ugh, I don't know how I'm going to get out of this," Kasey said, scratching her head. "I really don't want to go to this family thing."
"Too bad there isn't some easy way you could get out of it, you know?" Haley replied.
I was eavesdropping on this conversation from the beginning. My mind began to unfold a plan of how Kasey could get out of it.
After class, I approached Kasey.
"Hey, I couldn't help but over hear your problem."
"Yeah," she said, the smile vanishing from her face. "I really don't want to have to leave town to go to my cousin's 21st birthday party. I wish there was some easy way out of it."
"Well, I could kidnap you," I said, expecting the worst. "I know we barely know each other, but Haley and I used to talk a lot, and maybe you could say you're going to spend the night at her house, and then I'll kidnap you from there, unless you don't really want to--"
"Taylor!" She said over my babbling. "I think it sounds like a good idea. But let's just take Haley out of the equation. I will go home with you after class tomorrow, and then while I'm at your house, you can do whatever it is kidnappers do."
"Alright," I said, thankful that my family was also going on a trip this weekend to Florida, and that I would be home alone. "That sounds like a plan."
The next day, Kasey kept looking at me during math. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a thick, soft, heavy sweater. It had a huge turtleneck that almost completely swallowed her head, and the sleeves were so big that she had to roll them up just to get her hands out.
The bell rang. Kasey came up to me, and brushed my arm with her sweater. It was extremely soft.
"Ready to go?" I asked her, picking up my books.
"Yep," she said, "I just have to stop at my locker and get my clothes."
"Your clothes?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah, I'm spending the weekend at your house, aren't I?"
"Uh, y-yeah. Yeah," I stuttered. I had expected an hour, maybe two, and three at the tops. She had taken it as me 'kidnapping her for the whole weekend. I did my best to keep my emotion calm.
We grabbed her stuff, and headed for my car.
"Give me your phone," I told her.
"Why do I have to give you my phone?" She asked me, confused.
"Because, you can't talk to people while you're being kidnapped and held captive," I explained. "It's all part of the weekend, Kasey."
She quickly gave me her phone, and I put it in my pocket.
As we got to my car, I took her bag from her, and popped the trunk. She sat down in the passenger seat. I put her stuff in the trunk, and closed the lid. I walked around to the driver's side, and got in. She was holding a pair of handcuffs.
"What are these for, Taylor?" She asked. I took them out of her hands.
"They're going on your wrists."
"Oh.." She said. I couldn't tell what the emotion was behind it.
I cuffed one of the ends around her left wrist. She held the other one out.
"Nope," I said. "I gotta cuff you behind your back, Kasey."
"You really get in to this kidnapping thing, don't you?" She turned, and put her other hand behind her back. I locked the cuff around her wrist, digging into the big sweater.
"If you're going to kidnap someone, you gotta tie them up. Then they can't escape."
"So am I going to be tied up a lot?"
"Most of the weekend, yeah."
"Oh, okay," she said. She smiled as she said that.
"Is that alright?" I asked. "If not, I can drop you off at your parents house. You should be just in time to leave for the party."
"No, no," she said, "I don't mind being tied all weekend."
"That's what I thought," I said jokingly. I put the car into gear, and drove to my house. My house was fifteen miles from school, and out in the country. Kasey sat pretty still for the most part. She did pull against the cuffs once or twice, but other than that she was pretty quiet. We arrived at my house, and I jumped out of the car, and ran around and opened her door. I grabbed her by the arm fairly gently, but firm enough to show her that I wasn't kidding. I dragged her out of the car, and started walking her to the house. I opened the door, and pushed her into the breezeway. I took my shoes off, and then took hers off. She was wearing thick punk socks.
"So have you ever been tied up before?" I asked her, leading her into the basement living room.
"Um, actually I have," She said. "It was truth or dare at a sleepover. My friend tied my hands in front of me with a bathrobe belt, but it was really loose, and I got out easily. I've never been handcuffed, before, though."
"I'm going to tie you a little tighter than a bathrobe belt around your wrists," I said as we got into the living room. "But I hope you enjoy it, though. Now, stand here, and don't sit down."
I left her standing in the room, and went to the spare bedroom to grab a straight-backed chair. I dragged it into the living room. I pulled the key from my pocket, and unlocked both of the handcuffs.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Kasey?" I asked her, motioning for her to sit in the chair.
"No, I don't. Why do you ask, Taylor?" She said, sitting down, folding her hands in her lap.
"I just don't want anyone to get mad at me for holding you here all weekend," I said, smiling. "Sit here, and don't even think about moving, okay?"
I left the room again to grab a couple rolls of duct tape out of the utility room. I came back, and she was standing up, taking off her thick sweater.
"What do you think you are doing, Kasey?" I asked her, picking up her sweater.
"It's so hot in here, Taylor," She said. She was wearing a cotton white shirt.
"I never gave you permission to take off your sweater," I said, handing her the sweater. "Put it back on, Kasey."
She did as she was told.
"Just to remove the temptation of you taking it off again," I said as I unrolled the sleeves, and wrapped tape around the edges. I then wrapped the tape around her wrists.
"Can you get out of it?" I asked her.
"No, I don't think so," she said, trying to get her hands out.
"Now sit back down," I told her. She did as she was told. I took one of her wrists, and began to wrap it to the chair. I did the same thing to the other wrist, making sure that it was very tight.
I knelt down, and began taping her ankles to the chair.
"Do you have to do my feet?" She asked.
"I don't want you to be able to walk," I said sternly. I wrapped the other ankle, and then stood back up. I ran to my bedroom to grab a bandana.
"What are you going to do with that?" She asked me.
"I'm going to gag you. I don't want you to talk anymore."
I quickly shoved it into her mouth, and then tied it behind her.
"Are you enjoying this, Kase?" I asked her. She nodded her head.
"Good!" I said, smiling. I took the roll of tape, and began to wrap her shoulders to the chair. After that was finished, I wrapped her tummy to the chair, as well,
"Do you think you can get out of that?" I asked her. She struggled against the tape, and after a while, she shook her head.
"Good. Now, I was going to let you out after a half hour, but since you disobeyed me and took off your sweater, I think I'm going to have to add a few hours to your punishment. So, it's four thirty now. That means you get untied at seven o'clock tonight. Does that work for you?" I asked her.
She nodded her head, and tried to get as comfortable as she could. I took out my phone, and took a couple pictures of her. She gave me a dirty look, but I just smiled, and sat down on the couch. I turned on the television, even though my mind was on the girl in the sweater tied up right in front of me.
Yeah. It was going to be a great weekend.
To be continued.

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Post by nazjbu » Mon Jan 23, 2012 6:45 pm

This is incredible! Looking forward to more from you.
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Post by canuck100 » Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:45 pm

TUGs and girls wearing soft sweaters... Two of my favorite things! Looking forward to the rest of the story.

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Post by Rope-Maniac » Tue Jan 24, 2012 12:59 am

Lucky girl

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Post by bondagegirl1995 » Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:55 am

I agree! Lucky girl!

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Post by boundboy » Tue Jan 24, 2012 1:32 pm

great start!
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags
-boundboy

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Post by canuck100 » Wed Jan 25, 2012 12:46 pm

It would be nice if she eventually got her revenge on you. She could use that nice sweater of hers to blindfold you. Just a thought...

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Post by bound-black-girl lover » Thu Jan 26, 2012 9:05 am

Binding and gagging her in her white cotton button front-shirt would have "worked", also!
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Post by JTRD » Thu Jan 26, 2012 5:46 pm

Agreed, nice sweater and bondage combination. Can't wait for the rest of the story.
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Post by TheDrummer94 » Fri Jan 27, 2012 10:43 pm

I sat there, trying to figure out what I was going to do for three and a half hours. I decided to pop in a movie, figuring that part one of the Godfather would be able to take a decent size chunk off of the time.
After that was finished, I decided that I would be nice, and let her out a little bit early.
"I'm going to let you out so you can go to the bathroom, and get into your pajamas," I told her, as I started to remove the tape off of her shoulder. "Should you try any funny business, I will not be as nice the rest of the weekend. I'll turn you into my pet, understand?"
She nodded. I took the gag out of her mouth.
"I want to hear you say it," I told her. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said. "I understand."
I unwrapped her from the chair.
"I'll let you use the shower, too," I told her, finishing unwrapping her legs. "But you don't get to lock the door. I won't come in without knocking."
"Yes, sir."
After about a half hour of her being in the bathroom, I knocked on the door, and opened it. I found her on her iPod, updating her Facebook status.
"I'm hackin' your Wi-Fi, hope that's okay."
I told you that you couldn't have any contact to the rest of the world. I have to punish you now."
"What does a punishment entail?"
"You don't get to choose what happens," I told her, taking her iPod away from her. "So put your sweater on, and let's get started."
She put her sweater on, and I handcuffed her hands behind her back. I grabbed her arm, and led her into my room. I pushed her into a smaller closet, and locked the door. Now, I just had to get everything set up.
I decided that the best punishment, I would put her in many different layers of clothing, and then tie her and leave her to struggle for a few hours before I put her to bed.
I went up to the main closet of the house, and grabbed two heavy down jackets, one of which had a thick fur hood. Also out of the closet I grabbed three wool scarves. I brought all of this down to the basement, and set it in the living room. I went back upstairs to my parents room, and opened my mother's wardrobe. I grabbed the two thick, heavy, white fur coats that hung in there. I also grabbed the fur blanket that laid on the bed. I brought all of those downstairs, and laid them next to the other jackets and scarves that I found. I went to my bedroom, and grabbed some pajama pants that were on the floor.
After I picked up the pajama pants, I unlocked the closet, and pulled Kasey out.
"Put the pants on," I told her. "I'm going to make you nice and toasty for your punishment."
I uncuffed her, and she began to put the pajama pants on. They were too big for her, which somehow made her look very beautiful. I then led her out to the living room, where she saw the big pile of clothes. I handed her the down jacket first. She put it on, and then zipped it up. I handed her one of the white fur coats, next. She began to put it on.
"Nope," I told her. "Put it on backwards."
She did as she was told, and I handed her the final coat. She put it on, and then I tied the rope around one of her wrists. I wrapped the rope around her body, pinning her one arm to her side. I did the same thing with her other arm, and tied it off. It looked like she was giving herself a big hug. I could see her fingers stroking the coat.
"Do you like fur?" I asked her.
"I love anything soft," she said, smiling. "Wool, fur, cotton, anything."
"Good," I laughed. I held the ball gag up to her mouth, and she opened. I put it in, and then strapped it behind her head. I wrapped more rope around her torso, and tied it tightly. Then I picked her up, and set her down on the couch. I began to tie her ankles with more rope. I took the two scarves, and wrapped them around her mouth, gagging her even more than she already was.
After she was all bound and gagged, I sat down on the couch, and pulled her onto my lap. I started stroking the coat she was wearing.
"You know, Kasey," I said, stroking her hair. "I've always wanted to tie you up like this. And now you're telling me that you like soft material as well? This is just too good to be true. I never wanna let you go."
I sat there, holding her, stroking the fur for an hour and a half. After the time had passed, I patted her arm, and told her that it was time for bed.
I untied her, and then allowed her to take off all three of the coats. I told her to take off her sweater, and just get down to her bra and panties again. After she was almost naked, I handed her the bigger and softer of the two coats.
"You're going to sleep in this one."
"Sounds good to me," She said. "Is your mom going to care that we're using her fur coats?"
"She's never going to find out," I winked.
After she put the coat on, I brought her into my bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, and began to tie her to it. After her arms and legs were bound to the bed, I took off my shirt, and put the pajama pants on. I shut the lights off, and then crawled in to bed next to her.
"I'm not going to have to gag you for the night, am I?" I asked her jokingly.
"No, hun," she laughed. "I'll be quiet, I promise."
"Alright, good," I snuggled into the fur coat. "Good night then, Kasey."
TO BE CONTINUED

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Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Jan 28, 2012 3:33 am

Very good next part like it very much and hop the mother not find it out or punish both with sweaty punishment.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

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Post by randomentity » Sat Feb 11, 2012 9:15 am

Great story so far! Please continue it!

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Post by TheDrummer94 » Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:29 pm

The next morning, I untied Kasey from the bed.
"Hop in the shower, slave," I told her. "You've got a big day ahead of you."
"What do you mean?" She asked me, getting ready for the shower.
"I mean you're going to be tied up a lot. A lot more than maybe you want to be tied up."
Kasey got this uncomfortable look on her face.
"Do I need to remind you that this is a kidnapping, Kasey? I can take away the shower, if that's what you want."
"No, I'm sorry," she said. "Please let me take a shower."
"You get fifteen minutes," I told her. "After that, I come in and tape you up no matter how dressed or how ready you are."
"I understand," she said. She got down to her bra and panties, and then I led her to the bathroom.
"Fifteen minutes," I said.
"Fifteen minutes."
She went in and closed the door.
Fifteen minutes passed, and I burst into the bathroom to find her coming her hair in nothing but a bathrobe.
"Time's up."
I grabbed her hands, and quickly taped them behind her back. I wrapped the tape around her torso, and pulled the white, fabric belt out from the loops, and wrapped it around her eyes, back around her head, and then into her mouth, and tied it. I pushed her out into the living room, and pulled her onto my lap on the couch.
"Now, I was trying to decide," I whispered as I wrapped her legs with tape. "would you rather be locked in the closet for two hours, or spend two hours locked in the trunk of my car. Then I thought, I have this old dog kennel that we don't use anymore, and I bet you, being my new puppy girl, would love to be locked in that for three hours, instead of two, am I right?"
She moaned and struggled, but I just held her tight. Her legs were all taped by now, and there was nowhere she could go.
"You like being my puppy girl, don't you?" I asked her. "Maybe if you're a good puppy, I'll take you for a walk later."
I tickled her, and she just giggled and struggled. I left her on the couch, and I went to go get the dog kennel. Thankfully, it was downstairs, and I didn't have to worry about dragging it up and down the steps.
After it was set up in front of her, I took off the belt that was gagging and blinding her. She gasped.
"Am I going too far with this, Kasey?" I asked her.
"No," She giggled. "Not at all. I'm your pet, aren't I? And this is a kidnapping. I like being tied up a lot more than I thought I did."
I pointed to the kennel, and she crawled in. I was feeling generous, so I left her ungagged. Using some rope and a pad lock, I made sure that she couldn't get out of the imprisonment. After she was stuck for good, I decided that I should take a nap, because it was going to be a long night.
Four hours later, I woke up. I let Kasey out of her kennel and gave her a small bathroom break, and allow her to change
"Have you ever been used as furniture?" I asked, as she came out of the bathroom.
"What?" she laughed, rubbing her wrists. She was wearing yoga pants, and that sweater. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're going to be my foot rest," I told her, taking a seat on the couch. "Get on your hands and knees right in front of me, facing the wall."
She did as she was told, and I placed my feet on her back.
"Oh!" I said, as I got up. "I almost forgot!"
I grabbed the ball gag, and silenced her, before putting my feet back on her back.
I put on a movie, and began watching it, hardly even acknowledging her presence.
To be continued.

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Post by randomentity » Sun Mar 11, 2012 12:32 pm

Thanks for continuing!! I really enjoyed it, please keep going!!

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Post by Nuclearo » Wed Mar 14, 2012 6:31 pm

Very good story you came up with. I agree about nice thick sweaters, they look amazing!
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Post by TheDrummer94 » Sat Mar 17, 2012 12:12 pm

After the movie was over, I decided to feed her. She had to have been getting hungry by now.
"I'm going to get you food," I told her as I wrapped her eyes with a scarf. "Stay."
I grabbed her some chips, and was about to put them into a bowl. But then I thought about it, and went downstairs. I saw that she was still sitting the way I left her, and then went into the back room of my house. I grabbed two dog bowls (they hadn't been used for years), and brought them upstairs. I filled one with water, and the other with potato chips. I brought them downstairs, and placed them before her. I took off her blindfold and gag.
"I really am your pet, aren't I?" She smiled keenly. "Whatever my master wants."
She ate some of the chips, and then lapped at the water. I couldn't believe how insanely cool she was being about all of this. I was having so much fun with her.
"May I speak?" She asked me. I never told her that she had to ask permission to speak. I guess some things are just learned quickly.
"You may."
"Are we really going to go on a walk?" She asked me, moving back onto her knees.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want, Kasey," I told her, sliding from the couch to the floor. "This is just for fun. I don't want you to feel like you're in any sort of real danger."
"Well, I want to be brought on a walk," She said, looking down. "I don't know why, but I'm really starting to enjoy feeling all helpless and humiliated, and..and..."
"And what?"
"I like feeling like an animal, I guess I'm trying to say."
"You do?" I asked, smiling slowly.
"I do," she said, scratching her head. "I like it a lot."
"Well, after this weekend is over, do you want to do it again sometime?" I asked her.
"Of course. I would love to."
"Great," I said, laughing. "Well, let's get you ready for your walk!"
I gave her one of the fur coats to put on, even though it was fairly nice out, and then once she put it on, I tied her hands behind her back, and wrapped more rope around her chest. Using a ball gag, I silenced her. I tied her knees, so that she could only take short, hobbled steps. I went back to where I got the other dog stuff, and grabbed a collar. I fitted it around Kasey's neck, and then attached a leash. I gave it a good tug.
"Ready for your walk?" I asked. She nodded, and struggled a little bit.
I pulled it, and slowly led her up the stairs. It was hard for her, because of the hobbling rope on her knees. After we made it up the stairs, I led her outside, and started walking down the street. We went about two or three blocks, and then turned to walk around the whole block. We did this several times, and she was very willing the whole time. A couple cars drove past, but she didn't even care. I really think she was starting to enjoy this.
After we got back to my house, I untied her to let her go to the bathroom.
"Taylor, we need to talk," She said as she came out.
"Okay, let's talk."
"I'm really enjoying everything that's going on here," She said.
"Is that a bad thing?" I laughed.
"No, I'm just saying that I really want to do this again...a lot...and I want somebody that I know will always be there to do this to me..."
"Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend?" I smiled.
"Well, yeah, but maybe a little bit more than that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Taylor, I want to be your pet. Your slave."
"You want to be my little pet?" I scratched her head, like I was petting a dog.
She smiled, and laughed.
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Good," I said. "Anything else you want to talk about?"
"Yeah."
"What's that?"
"This is our last night of this, so I wanted to be tied up super tight. I want it to be painful, it's so tight. I want you to use all the rope you have, and I want it to be pinning me tight. Is that okay?"
"No," I said, sarcastically. "It's not okay for you to be tied up tight. You have to be tied up loosely."
She smiled and laughed. I tied one end of a rope around each of her wrists separately. I then wrapped them around her torso, like she was giving herself a hug, and then wrapped it several more times before tying it tight. I took another rope, and tied it around the same area.
"Is that tight enough, you bondage-lover, you?" I giggled.
"It is. I love it."
I took more rope, and told her to sit criss cross on the floor. Using the rope, I tied each ankle to the other kneecap, and cinched it tight. I took more rope, and tied the area where her two legs crossed, pinning them together. Then, using the scarf, I gagged her tightly. Then, bending her down, I put her into the lotus fold, and tied that tight. I then picked her up, and brought her into my room. I placed her in the closet. I gave her a kiss on the head, and said goodnight, and then went to my bed, and went to sleep.
To be continued.

### Re: The Girl in the Sweater

Post by randomentity » Thu Mar 22, 2012 2:28 pm

Another great continuation! Really looking forward to the next part!!

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Post by TUGfan-M001 » Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:31 pm

Really fun to read Continue please??

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Post by TheDrummer94 » Thu Apr 05, 2012 5:59 pm

The next morning, I woke her up early by untying the lotus fold. Her body quickly unfolded itself, and she moaned. I took the gag out of her mouth, and put my hands on her jaw.
"How was that for so tight it hurts?" I asked her, sweetly.
"It was good, master," she gasped. "I don't want this weekend to be over. I wish it could have lasted forever. I want to be yours forever and for always."
"You will always be my slave. We just have to wait until our next session before you get tied up again, alright, slave?"
"Sounds like a plan master."
I completely untied her, and we got all of her stuff, and got into my car.
"So, when can you do this again?" She asked me.
"Well, I can do it whenever you want to.."
"What are you doing next weekend?"
"Not a thing. What about you?"
"Nothing. You should kidnap me."
"You've got it."
The End.

### Re: The Girl in the Sweater

Post by Gunnychicken » Mon Nov 19, 2012 10:12 am

Can you make another story with the same people? c: