Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby TiedTight1 » Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:05 pm

Margaret came in the door of the house, dropped her briefcase on the floor,
kicked off her high heels, and sank into the recliner with a sigh of sheer,
total relief. It was Friday, and the end of the work week had not come one
second too soon for the overworked lawyer. The previous week had been
a monument to insanity, and she was looking forward to a relaxing weekend
at home with her family. She knew it was not quite time for her husband,
kids, or her sister-in-law or the others to be home, but they would be there soon
enough. Which meant she probably needed to get cleaned up so the others
would be able to use the shower when they got home from their respective
jobs, school, practice, and shopping trips.

Forcing herself to her feet, the tired 48 year old blonde went to her bedroom,
stripped and changed into a robe, and showered, shaved her legs and some
other portions of her anatomy as was her usual practice, and then got dressed
again, trading in her office-appropriate skirt, blouse, jacket, hose, and high
heels for a more comfortable weekend-style outfit of snug denim shorts that
came just below her rear end, a tank top, and bare feet. Her hair, worn up
on her head during work days, was now flowing free down her back, until
she bound it up into a convenient pony-tail.

When she got it all on she wriggled in delight at the comfort and freedom.

This last thought made her giggle, because freedom was a subject that she
was decidedly of two minds about!

With that in mind, Margaret walked over to a box in the corner of her and
her husband’s bedroom, opened it up, and examined the extensive contents
carefully, deciding on what ‘accoutrements’ seemed appealing for a nice
relaxing evening with the family. After a moment she made her various
selections, and put them on the bed. Closing the box, she got on the bed,
shivering with a mixture of anticipation and dread as she proceeded.

She started with her ankles, attaching one half of a pair of brightly polished
silvery metallic cuffs to her right ankle. About eighteen inches of heavy
chain linked the cuffs together, it too was polished and shiny, and now she
locked the other cuff on her other ankle, leaving her legs unable to get more
than foot and a half apart. She yanked at the chain with her legs, and found
as she knew she would that it was quite unbreakable to human strength.

“Ohh, yeah,” she said to herself in a murmur. “Nice!”

She knew she still had to fix dinner, so she had to leave herself some freedom
of movement, so she chose to leave her hands free. She did indulge in a metal
waist-belt with some loops on it, to which she attached long thing chains that
linked the belt-loops to the metal bracelets she clamped onto her wrists. That
left her arms and hands mostly free...but did limit her movement at least
a little, so it was better than nothing!

She got to her feet and hobbled over to the full-length mirror, enjoying the sight
of the shiny metal chains on her ankles and wrists and waist. She twisted and
grinned as she saw that the huge words “SPANK ME” that she had embossed
onto the seat of her short pants in sparkly plastic bits was clearly visible. Every
time she wore these pants, her family made sure to obey that instruction, she
was sure she’d be sitting down carefully by the end of the evening, a thought
that brought a smile to her pretty face.

She topped the ensemble off with a leather collar with attached metal loops,
at the moment it would leave her free but she could always attach something
to it later after dinner was done!

“Well,” she said aloud, “I guess I’d better get dinner started, they’ll be home
soon!”

Margaret shuffled out of her bedroom toward the kitchen, enjoying the sound
of the clinking chains as she did.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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Re: Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby TiedTight1 » Wed Aug 10, 2011 10:17 am

"Good game, Todd!" his friend Max said as the boys walked from the baseball
field. "That was a crazy hit!"

Todd had been at bat at the bottom of the ninth, with two outs and two strikes
against him, the other team had been ahead by three runs since the sixth inning
and Todd's team had been struggling to close the gap. They had managed to
load the bases, but Todd had swung two strikes, one more strike and the game
would have been over. Then he had connected solidly on a fast curve ball,
sending it straight between the outfielders and off the field, a perfect homer!

Basking in their unexpected victory, the boys were still in a good mood as they
hit the showers and cleaned up after the game, and the fact that it was the start
of the weekend made it that much better for the 14 year olds.

“Wow, it’s nice not to have to go to school tomorrow,” Max said, as he put
on his shoes. “Mom and Dad said that if I won the game, they’d let me go
to the store and pick out any kind of gag I wanted as a reward!”

“Cool,” Todd said, as he finished dressing in his weekend ‘uniform’ of blue
jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers. “Got one in mind?”

“Yeah,” Max said with a grin. “Black ball-gag with red flames painted on it!
I won’t be able to even make a grunt with it in!”

“I want to see it when you get it,” Todd said. “I’ve been after Mom and Dad
to buy me a shock-gag, you know the kind that shocks you if you try to
say anything with it in? They say I’m too young for that.”

“Well, anyway, it’s time to catch the bus,” Max said. “Wanna keep talking
or should we go ahead and gag ourselves now?”

“Let’s do it,” Todd said. “It’s Friday!”

“Deal!” the other boy said. He pulled out his ball-gag and looked at it, and
said, “I’ve had this since I was 12, it was my first ball-gag! It’s not as cool
as the one I’m gonna get, but it does the job!”

Max inserted the device into his mouth, carefully positioning it, and secured
it behind his head. His mouth was now blocked by a blue ball.

“Mmmpphh!” Max said, eyes happy and grinning as best he could through
the object in his mouth.

Todd grinned and said, “You sound a lot smarter that way!”

Max rolled his eyes, as Todd opened his mouth wide and inserted his own
favorite ball-gag, carefully positioning it so that it would not make his jaws
ache and would successfully silence him, and then he pulled the straps of
it tight behind his blond hair and secured them with the ease of practice.

“Ummpphhslks!” Todd said, and Max nodded in approval, his overdue-
for-cutting red hair shifting as he did.

The two silenced teenagers walked out of the locker room, joining the flow
of people heading for the bus stop and the ride to their respective homes.
The crowd was moving more slowly than usual since it was the start of the
weekend and many people had chosen to tie, chain, or otherwise hobble and
slow themselves early. The ride was quieter than usual, too, since so many of
the passengers had silenced themselves when they left school or work!

Todd looked around the bus, there were of course many people unbound and
ungagged, some people even in this day and age just didn’t get into bondage,
though Todd found that hard to understand, and some people were waiting
to get home, some still had work or other matters to attend to. Still, at least
half the passengers were wearing some kind of restraint, gag, or device that
limited their freedom.

Sitting across the aisle from Todd and Max were a husband and wife in their
fifties, his left arm and her right arm cuffed together. She was trying to read
a novel and he had a magazine and they kept interfering with each other’s
motions every few moments as they tried to read.

Kind of romantic, Todd thought in approval.

He looked forward and saw Misty Davis, a 24 year old who had often babysat
him when he was younger, now she worked as a clerk at the bank. She
was clearly ready for her weekend, she had her hands cuffed behind her and
was wearing a hot-pink ball-gag and matching blindfold, and she had on a
leg-shackle, she was being guided by her boyfriend who had contented himself
with just a gag.

Todd settled back in his seat, wishing he could talk to Max and enjoying the
fact that he could not. He would be home in a few minutes and he wondered
what his mother was making for dinner.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Re: Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby TiedTight1 » Fri Aug 12, 2011 8:50 pm

"I still can't quite believe we got the account!" Barbara Jo exclaimed. "Right
up until the end I was just certain that Ms. Anderi would decide to pull
the account and go with Billings and Morton instead of us!"

"It's all on account of you, Sis!" Amy Jo said. "I told you your work
was the best the company had done in years!"

"Yeah," Tammi Jo said from Barbara's other side. "You are the best ad
agent the company has!"

"Well, anyway," Barbara Jo said to her identical sisters, "since it IS Friday...
and we DO have a victory to celebrate...what say we celebrate by using the Ball?"

The identical triplets were walking into the house where they still lived with
their parents and younger siblings. Though they were 28 years old, they liked
the emotional security and comfort of family life enough to live at home,
even though the triplets were all successful enough to afford places of their
own, very nice places. At the age of 28, they were already successful in their
work, all three being employees of a successful ad agency.

“Oh, yeah!” Amy Jo replied. “Let’s do it! As soon as we eat!”

They passed through the kitchen as they came into the house, seeing their
mother busily fixing dinner. She was wearing leg cuffs, and chains connecting
her wrists to her waist-belt. There was some loud music playing on the sound
system, and the older woman had no idea her triplets were standing behind
her. She was wearing her ‘SPANK ME’ shorts, too!

Grinning, Barbara Jo walked over, drew back her hand, and applied her palm
firmly to the denim-covered rear end of her mother!

SMACK!

“EEK!” Margaret squealed, whirling around to see her daughter. She grinned
and hugged her, she had no had a chance to talk to the triplets all week, their
schedules and hers had been nutty!

“Hi, Mom!” Barbara Jo said, “what’s for dinner?”

“Steaks,” Margaret said, “with baked potato, sour creme, salad, cooked carrots,
fresh bread, and mint chocolate cake for dessert!”

“Wow, you’re really going all-out,” Tammi Jo said.

“I got carried away,” Margaret admitted. “I started thinking it would be a
lot more frustrating and difficult to fix a big meal in chains, and once I
realized that I couldn’t resist!”

“Well, don’t expect any help from us,” Tammi Jo said. “We’re going to
let you do all the work and just enjoy the results!”

“Ask me if I’m surprised,” Margaret laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any
other way, girls!”

“We’re going to go get cleaned up,” Amy Jo said, “but first...”

Amy Jo slapped the back of her mother’s pants, as did Tammi Jo,
and then to make their mother’s task a little more frustrating for her
(and thus more fun), Barbara Jo adjusted the chain length on her
mother’s bonds to reduce her arms’ freedom.

They left their mother working in the kitchen, and headed for the
bedroom they shared.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Re: Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby sarobah » Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:13 pm

Sarah like.
:o)
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Re: Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby TiedTight1 » Mon Aug 15, 2011 11:38 am

Carl really enjoyed Casual Fridays at his workplace. It was not just that they
could dispense with the stuffy suits and ties and other annoying accoutrements
of business life, many places permitted that on Friday. What made Casual
Friday a major benefit at his workplace was the relaxed attitude to bondage,
on Friday the employees were allowed to restrain themselves as long as it did
not interfere with work!

Carl was a high-ranking legal analyst, with over fifteen years experience at
the company. He normally loved his work, but this had been a long week, a
week that left him ready for a break. Fortunately, thanks to the Casual
Friday policy, he was able to get a bit of a head start on his needed weekend.

He had started the day simply, nothing more than handcuffing himself to his
desk whenever he was going to be there for long. He had enough work to do
that there was no spare time for anything more elaborate until after lunch. At
lunch he had made some preparations, because he had something in mind for
the afternoon.

Then, though, things slowed down for the first time in a week, and Carl had
felt free to ask his secretary, Channa, to take the key while he handcuffed
himself to his desk and gagged himself with the green ball-gag his wife had
given him for his birthday. Channa had instructions not to let him leave his
desk or take out the ball-gag (which the same key would unlock) unless in
her judgement it was absolutely necessary, and to ignore any other requests
from Carl for freedom!

Channa, a pretty 29 year old redhead, had smirked and promised as she took
the key and went back out to her desk in the front, the small ball-and-chain
set on her right ankle that was her Casual Friday indulgence clinking as she
went. She left the door between their offices open and made a point of sitting
where he could clearly see the shiny little ball of steel and its gleaming metal
chain and cuff on her slender ankle pretty much no matter how she sat. She
knew it would make him crazy, and it was working.

Channa was a wonderful secretary.

Carl could still work, he could sent and receive emails, even if he could not
talk on the phone, and use his computer, his left hand was cuffed but his right
hand was free to write and take notes, and the computer keyboard was right
beside the hook he had installed for cuffing purposes.

As the afternoon went on, Carl felt a need to use the bathroom, and smiled
and groaned to himself in equal measure behind his gag. He had made a
point of drinking a lot of water and coffee earlier, to create just this effect,
now he was in a contest with himself to see how long he could keep from
pleading with his secretary to uncuff him. In the event, he gave in after a
couple of hours and sent Channa an email requesting release.

Channa looked over her shoulder at her boss through the open door, rolled
her eyes, and shook her head and said, “Sorry, Boss. I don’t think it’s an
emergency yet, and I promised!”

Thirty minutes later he sent another email to his secretary, this one with a
pleading note, and she just looked in at him and shook her head.

Fifteen more minutes had him ready to make promises, plead, and finally
Channa knew it was about time, she had no wish to actually make her
boss wet his pants, after all! That was not the point of their game.

She got up, came into the office, sat down on his desk corner and put
her ball-and-chain on the desk, and said, “Do you really want
out, Carl?”

She rarely used his first name at work, except in moments like this.

He nodded eagerly, unable to speak but trying to plead with his eyes.

“Poor baby,” she cooed. “All trapped and needing to go pee, and you
can’t, and you did it to yourself!”

Carl tried a trick his kids had used on him when they were tiny, the
‘big eyes’ look.

Channa giggled and said, “I get to take as long a lunch hour as I want,
every day next week! Deal?”

He nodded frantically.

“And you crawl to the bathroom and crawl back here, deal?”

He nodded even more frantically, he was running out of time!!

“And one more thing!”

She leaned in and whispered in his ear, and his eyes widened.

“Don’t worry,” the young woman said, “I already cleared it with
your wife, so is it a deal?”

He nodded, and she took out the key from somewhere in her outfit
and released his cuffs, and he started to run to the rest room.

“Boss!” Channa said sharply! “Crawl! And remember the rest!”

Channa got to her feet, took out a pair of clean but worn red panties,
and handed them to him. “Put them on in the rest room, Boss, and
wear them home!”

He paused, remember his promise, and dropped down to his
hands and knees and crawled to his private executive rest room,
where he took care of business. He put on the panties that he
knew belonged to his secretary, and then crawled back to his
desk. Channa recuffed him, kissed his forehead, and said, “Thanks
for being a good sport, chief!”

Oh, well, he mused, it’s not the first time I’ve had to wear
Channa’s clothes!


Channa had returned to her post out front, smiling hugely, and
Carl turned his attention back to his own work.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Re: Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby TiedTight1 » Fri Aug 19, 2011 8:18 pm

"Carmen," Natalie said leadingly, "it's a lovely day."

Carmen rolled her nineteen year old eyes and said, "And you're thinking it might
be fun to walk home instead of taking the bus, right?"

"Well, we could both use the exercise, and-"

"Speak for yourself, Mother! I'm not the one who gained four pounds over the last month!"

"That was nothing but water," Natalie asserted firmly. "But yes, I could use some
exercise, and it's not that far from here to the house."

"And I suppose," Carmen said, smiling a little, "that since it's Friday, you thought
that maybe...just maybe, we could have some fun on the way?"

“Well, it is Friday, we’re entitled to some fun!”

“Fun for you, Carmen reminded her mother. “When do I get to have a little
fun?”

“What did you have in mind?” the 43 year old woman asked her only child.

For about ten minutes, mother and daughter negotiated who would get to have
what fun during their walk home, while they finished up work. Carmen worked
with her mother in their small business, and both were tired after a long and not
entirely smooth week.

“Oh, all right,” Carmen said, “I give in! We’ll do it your way for now, but I want
to do it my way over the weekend!”

“Deal,” Natalie said. “Now let’s get the leash!”

Carmen walked over to a drawer in one cabinet, and removed a pair of leather
doggie collars, each with a name-tag attached to it, and metal loops for the linkage
of a leash. Natalie walked over, eager to start a strictly relaxing weekend!

“Hold still,” she ordered her daughter, as she took one of the collars and very
carefully, lovingly buckled it around Carmen’s neck. She lifted up Carmen’s
long brown hair and bound it up so it would leave the leash clearly visible on her
daughter’s pale neck, and made sure the name tag that held the name CARMEN
was clearly visible as it hung from the leash. Each collar had a box of electronics
attached to it.

“Okay, my turn!” Carmen said, and lifted the other collar and duplicated the same
actions, buckling the collar snugly in place around her mother’s neck. Unlike her
daughter, Natalie wore her hair in a short, sophisticated bob, so her neck was quite
visible without further ado. Carmen put the name tag in place, and then she smiled
and said, “Hand me the leash, Mom.”

Natalie obeyed, closing her eyes and smiling as her daughter attached the leash to
the metal ring at the back of her collar, giving a gentle tug to make sure the leash
was solidly attached. Natalie felt her head pulled slightly back and gave to the
pull, and shivered in pleasure.

Carmen picked up a remote control from the drawer and pressed the button, and
Natalie jumped and made a cute little yelping sound as her collar gave her a little
painful zap of current.

“Oww,” Natalie said.

“No more talking, Mom,” Carmen ordered. “You’re a doggie until we get home, so if
you make any sound other than a bark or a whine, expect me to give you a zap. I
won’t have my doggie pretending to be a human!”

“ARF!” Natalie said with a happy grin. This was one of her favorite bondage games.

Carmen spent a few more minutes preparing her human doggie for the walk home, and
then pondered her own accoutrements, muttering, “It’s the weekend, no reason Mom
should have all the fun!”

Carmen pondered the bondage gear still available, and selected a ball-gag in red for her
own mouth, which she buckled behind her head and tested.

“Mmmmphhh! Maiumpph!” she grunted, unable to make a coherent word.

Satisfied that she had successfully silenced herself, Carmen kicked off her high heels,
planning to walk home in her stockinged feet. She was wearing a brand new pair
of expensive pantyhose and the idea of totally destroying them that way was kind
of fun!

A few moments later, Carmen locked the door to the office behind her, shuffling out
to the sidewalk, her mother crawling along on the ground in front of her. Carmen had
made her mother strip to her thong underwear and a bra, and put on her doggie-ears and
doggie-nose for decoration as well.

Carmen could not speak, but it was easy enough to guide the older woman with the
leash, and the occasional zap, as the two women made their way home through the
evening crowds.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Re: Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Aug 20, 2011 3:58 am

Interesting story.

Re: Strictly relaxing...(many combinations)

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Aug 20, 2011 6:58 am

Hallo yes good story. I would know what I would do. That would surly include, a fur-lined blindfold or bondage helm, ear plug, straight jacket and some blanket, addition faux fur jacket and coat would be optional. :)
Andrew
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