Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby markusthe1st » Thu Mar 27, 2014 12:08 pm

"Thanks for letting me practice again like this, Mrs. Benson."

"Oh, it's okay, Johnny. I was once a scout myself, a Girl Scout that is, so I know all about merit badges."

"Well, I just think it's great that you let me tie you up like this. It's really practical experience - not like tying sticks together."

As Mrs. Benson nodded her approval, Johnny pulled the ends of the length of rope tighter, binding her wrists together behind her back.

"Oooh, that's quite snug, there Johnny."

Johnny cinched another knot tightly, fully securing her wrists in place. She wriggled her hands and fingers as much as space would allow, while Johnny checked her fingertips for circulation.

"I think you make it a little tighter each time."

"Well, your circulation looks good - thanks for showing me how to check that."

"No problem. Safety is important, especially when you practice knot tying on me like this."

Mrs. Benson, or Jane as her friends called her, had gotten herself "roped" into being a practice dummy for her neighbor's son's scout activities, though she never expected anything like this.

Sitting on the edge of the sofa, Johnny grabbed another section of rope and started wrapping it around her ankles. This was their third round of "knot-tying practice", so she knew what was coming next.

Earlier in the year, she had helped him with his cooking badge, and also woodworking; since his own mom worked so many hours and was often not at home. He was a fast learner, and quite tall - and smart - for his age.

She was currently alone, after leaving her abusive husband of 10 years. Their settlement meant that she didn't need to work full-time, so she often found herself with too much time to spare. That's ultimately how she met Johnny and his mother in the first place.

In her mid-thirties, everyone seemed to think that she was an older woman, when mainly she just tried to dress conservatively and basically kept to herself. Without a man around the house, she did her best to keep a low profile.

Once Johnny started wrapping the rope between her ankles, she knew he was almost finished binding them. She looked down to watch him put the finishing touches on the last knot - he always used two. The wraps of white rope looked nice against her shiny nylons, she thought.

"All done now?" she asked, knowing the answer already. Johnny had already grabbed another section of rope and was heading for her knees, next.

"Not yet. I want to add something since the last time."

"Okay, as long as you don't keep me tied up too long, you can keep practicing."

"I won't."

Just what did he mean by "Add something", she wondered. Their first adventure with rope was spontaneous, but was a lot of fun for both of them. Johnny had come to her house with some sections of rope, a wood dowel, and his Knots and Lashing Handbook.

After a few tries at some knots with the dowel, Jane let him tie her wrists together in front using the same knots. She didn't know how the thought actually came out as words, but Johnny thought it was the best thing ever, and tried every knot in the book!

For each try, Jane tested the bindings, and gave him a thumbs-up when the knot looked right when compared to the book. For the knots he couldn't get on the first try, she let him try again.

Before she knew it, he was asking to tie her hands behind her, and tying her ankles together for good measure. The very last bit of practice for the day found Jane tied to a kitchen chair, with her wrists over the back of the chair behind her and her ankles together.

Johnny had used extra rope to tie her ankles and wrists to the wood cross-members on the chair, and she found it just about impossible to get free herself. She also thought it was the most fun she had had in quite sometime.

Johnny cinched the knot tying her upper legs together, just above her knees, just like the last time she let him practice his knots on her. That extra bit of rope really made it hard to move her legs when she struggled.

"Are you enjoying your practice?"

"Yes, Mrs. Benson. Thank you for helping me."

"You're so polite, I feel like I can't say no to you, Johnny."

Jane took a moment to move her legs and wrists, as Johnny grabbed a much longer section of rope. She couldn't move much at all, and knew from their last practice that Johnny was going to tie the next section of rope around her upper arms, pinning them to her body. Movement would soon be even harder.

The rope he pulled out next looked brand new, and seemed a little thicker than the ropes he tied her wrists and legs with. As he made a loop by matching the loose ends and running them though the center fold, she felt the makeshift lasso wrap tightly around her upper body - with the first cinch anchored firmly under her breasts.

Johnny had introduced this new addition during their last practice session. Dressed in fairly tight sweater, knee-length skirt, flesh-colored nylons, and modest high heels, she thought she was quite conservative in her look. But the way the ropes looked wrapped around her chest, afterwards she wasn't so certain. She was not a flat-chested woman by any means, but didn't realize how large her babies looked until they were framed above and below with all that white rope. Something about it made her feel sexy.

Johnny wrapped his rope around and around, but also ran it in-between her arms and body, cinching her arms even tighter to her sides. Was this the new thing he wanted to add, she wondered?

He often stopped by in the afternoon before dinnertime. Sometimes just to check in and say, "Hi," and other times to ask for help or just plain advice. When he did today, Jane had just returned from food shopping and asked if he wanted to stay for dinner. Johnny's mom was working late, so of course he accepted. With spring in full bloom, Jane dressed accordingly, with a tank top, pair of squorts, sneakers, and her shiny nylons - a bit different when compared to the sweater and long skirt from their last "practice". She felt young for once.

Johnny helped her put the food away, but once done he asked if she would like to practice knot tying again. She didn't think much about it, since it had been a couple weeks since the last time and he obviously wasn't pestering her about it.

She just said, "Okay." After all, she didn't really know why she enjoyed this new tie-up game, she just knew that it seemed harmless enough. Besides, it made her feel a little like an actress on TV, all on display, but she didn't dare share that with anyone. She didn't quite understand the thrill that being tied up gave her, and honestly thought it was better that way.

At the very end of their first practice, Jane remembered telling Johnny about how she felt like she should be yelling for help because she was so helplessly tied up, like a robber broke in. So, she did.

"Help me, somebody help me!" Jane used her actress voice, but kept it at a normal level.

Not sure what to do, Johnny looked around. This was so spontaneous, they were both playing it by ear. He noticed one of Jane's scarves draped over another chair across the table, so he grabbed it, and rather loosely wrapped it over her mouth and tried to tie it behind her head. It fell off a couple times, until Jane opened up and let him pull the scarf between her teeth.

In their last practice, he asked her for her scarf at the beginning, and surprised her by gagging her with it before he started tying her wrists together. She didn't get to say much until he untied her.

What was different already today, was that for the first time, he had her sit on the sofa instead of in a kitchen chair like the last couple of times. It seemed like the ropes were just a bit tighter this time as well. Was he practicing his knot tying elsewhere?

"So, Johnny, should I sign off on something in your merit badge book? You're getting really good with tying knots; especially on me."

Johnny tied the final couple of knots, lashing the ropes around her upper body. Jane felt It tighten all at once for just a second, pulling her arms in even closer.

"Would you?" Johnny smiled at his practice partner and captive.

"Of course, but I don't think I can sign anything right now, the way you have me all trussed up like this."

Jane started to wonder what was next. It wasn't exactly rocket science - there was just so much on her he could tie together.

"Can you get free now?"

Jane put on a bit of a show struggling for a few moments as Johnny watched. Her sneakers squeaked when she moved her legs and feet, while the couch shook as she twisted back and forth. No amount of twisting her wrists or pushing against the ropes binding her seemed to make any difference at all.

"I think you got me tied up but good here. Is this the new thing you wanted to try? 'Cause if it is, it's working!"

"Not exactly. I have another rope to add if it's okay with you?"

"Like I said before, okay as long as you don't keep me tied up too long."

"Okay, here goes. I'm going to help you lie down on your stomach now, okay?"

"My stomach? On the sofa?"

"Yes, or the rug if you like. There might be more room there."

Just what did he have in mind, now, she wondered? And why didn't he gag her like the last time?

"This is your practice - whatever you think is best."

Being her third ever time getting tied up in her rather full life, Jane had no idea of what to expect. This whole thing was something new. She just knew that it brought out feelings she had never felt before, and currently had no intention of working on. Because she trusted him, she moved along as best she could as Johnny guided her fully bound body onto her knees first, and then onto the soft rug at the foot of the sofa.

As soon as she rolled onto her stomach, Johnny pulled her ankles up towards her wrists. So that's what he had in mind - to tie her ankles and wrists together?

"This is quite an addition, there Johnny. What made you think of this?"

She felt the rope being tied through her wrists and ankles, with them coming closer together as he worked to tie the knots off.

"I saw it on TV, on some old show my mom was watching."

"Well, I thought I couldn't move much when you tied me to the kitchen chair last time. This is quite different. I guess this is what being really tied up feels like!"

Johnny walked away for a moment. Jane took advantage of his absence to explore this new way of being bound. She rolled onto her side, and then onto her back, but the pressure on her wrists made her roll right back again. Every move meant trying to get her brain to co-ordinate moving her arms and legs together, because right now, they were stuck that way.

She was glad that Johnny offered the floor as an option - there was definitely more room on the floor. She would have fallen off the couch by now, or not have been able to move at all.

She looked over her shoulder at her ankles, all drawn up, and saw that there were no knots in sight for her to grab hold of. It was like every part of her body was tied, which was a stupid thought, because it actually was.

"What do you think?" Johnny asked, looking down on her.

"I can barely move at all, Johnny. I feel even more helpless than the last time, like a real burglar came in and tied me up."

She gave him this cue, to let him know it would be okay to gag her again. At this point, Jane wanted some time to herself, to feel her helplessness, and maybe even pretend a real burglar had tied her up. The gag seemed to really set the stage for her to be "the actress", all on display.

Johnny was ready with the scarf, but first he stuffed a wadded piece of cloth in her mouth. Jane thought it felt like it was filling her cheeks as he tied the scarf over it.

"Moooph, urooumph," she muttered, realizing that this time she wouldn't be talking to him through the cloth between her teeth. For the first time, she really felt completely helpless. Just where did he come up with all these new ideas?

He approached her with another scarf in-hand.

"I'm going to blindfold you - is that okay?"

Tied like she was, she wondered if she said no if he would comply. But that thought went against everything they had experienced so far - this was still just a tie-up practice/game, and she was enjoying playing her part. He was always attentive and sweet, and never left her tied up for very long.

Jane nodded her approval, but kept herself from another muted, talking into her gag, response. Before she knew it, her sight was gone as Johnny wrapped the scarf tightly around her eyes. The second knot this time seemed so different, because not only was she helplessly bound hand-to-foot, she was also unable to look around to assess her predicament.

Just then, Johnny's cell phone rang.

"Hi, Mom. I'm at Mrs. Benson's. She invited me to dinner."

There was a brief silence as he listened to his mother.

"Okay, but can I come back after?"

Another silence, followed by, "Okay, okay."

He turned to look down on Jane as she squirmed around on the floor, looking up at him.

"My mom is going to come over right now if I don't leave right away. I have to meet her or she's about to knock on the door."

"Muumpph?"

"She'll walk right in - you know she will. I have to run."

To be continued...
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Mar 28, 2014 7:07 pm

There is an old saying, "practice makes perfect", and Johnny is certainly trying to achieve perfection. I can't wait to see how this session turns out.

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Mar 28, 2014 8:29 pm

This is why I should have been a Boy Scout... :big:
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Mar 28, 2014 9:16 pm

So far this is the best story from you I've read since Aunt Teri a few years back. :D
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Mar 28, 2014 9:27 pm

Truly Trussed wanted me to pass on this video clip from a 1950's TV show showing a boy scout tying a woman up. The entire clip shows tie-ups but the first two minutes are the most interesting and relevant.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbFnj5cTFKc
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby hafnermg » Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:17 am

ah the joys of Boy Scouts and knot tying:) I just wish when I was a scout I had a girl who was let me practice on her.

Great Job! I look forward to the next part!

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby markusthe1st » Mon Mar 31, 2014 8:57 am

Funny thing is that I was a scout - and there was never any mention of practicing on my den mother. Back then the idea would have been strange to even bring up :).

Thanks, Jason for the link to the video. Whatever happened to that kind of programming on TV?

And thanks to everyone for your comments - the next part is coming this week.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Mar 31, 2014 9:22 am

I'm willing to bet that even the 'true' stories we hear of scouts tying their mothers is more wishful thinking than actual reality, but i don't care whether a 'true' story is true or not as long as it is interesting and well told. A well-told fiction (like this one or Aunt Teri) is worth more than a hundred poorly-told really-true true stories any day.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F) - Part 2

Postby markusthe1st » Mon Apr 07, 2014 11:44 am

As Johnny ran out the front door to meet his mother, he rushed so quickly he didn't take a moment to make sure it was closed and locked properly. Jane, tightly bound, gagged, and blindfolded hand-to-foot on the livingroom floor, just 10 feet away from the door, heard it open quickly, but not fully close. There was no second "bang" or even a "click" to let her know she was safe and sound inside a locked house.

It was impossible for her to tell whether it was open at all, or wide open, or not... and in her current predicament, getting closer to find out also meant taking a chance that a passerby might see her.

And if they did, what might happen next? A friendly neighbor would have a lot of questions to ask as to how she ended up this way - and a stranger might have even more devious intentions. Intentions she didn't want to think about just yet.

The only thing she had going for her was that the door opened into the connecting hallway, so a glance inside only meant a view of a stairway to one side and the distant kitchen at the end of the hall. Someone would have to walk in and look into the living room to see her in her fully bound form.

And bound she was. Johnny had tied her tighter and more thoroughly than he ever had before - and she let him! With her wrists tied tightly behind her, and tied to her ankles, and ropes wrapped around her upper body and knees, she could hardly move at all. With a cloth stuffed in her mouth and a scarf tied tightly around it, and another scarf tied around her eyes, she couldn't speak above a muted grunt, or even look around to see a thing.

"What happened with Johnny and his mom," Jane wondered? Did his mom suspect something was going on between her son and her? Did Johnny act strangely or let something slip out unknowingly about their knots and lashing practice?

Instinctively, she started struggling against her bonds while she thought, moving her wrists back and forth. If Johnny's mom did want to stop by, or anyone had plans on investigating her open door, getting herslf untied was the highest priority - for her safety - and her sanity.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Apr 07, 2014 1:51 pm

Pretty short second chapter... little more than a tease, really. Oh well. Still can't wait to see where this is going.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby markusthe1st » Mon Apr 07, 2014 2:52 pm

Recovering from a serious flu - more to come, I promise <evil grin>.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:52 pm

Yeah, i'm coming off a cold myself, and that's still bad enough to slow me way down, so i can relate.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F) - Part 3 - The Plot Thicken

Postby markusthe1st » Mon Apr 07, 2014 4:01 pm

"Geeze, Mom, what's the big hurry?"

Johnny was about ten feet away from his mom, and she was just across the driveway, heading towards Mrs. Benson's house.

"Did you forget what today was?"

"What, that you were working late again?" he replied.

"No - it's our anniversary! I can't believe you forgot - it's been five years since we moved into our home, and started our new life."

Johnny thought about it for a minute, but had to stop his mom from heading into Mrs. Benson's house. He ran up and gave her a hug.

"That's awesome, Mom!"

As she hugged him back. she said, "We have to go out tonight and have some fun. I got a bonus at work today, so the sky's the limit. She stepped back for a minute to continue.

"So, I was thinking, since Jane, I mean, Mrs. Benson has been so great to you, and us, why don't we invite her along? She can celebrate with us."

"Crap," Johnny thought. This wasn't going good at all. Before he had a chance to speak up, his mom started walking towards Jane's house. he knew her well, and it was going to take something big to stop her in his tracks.

When she turned to walk, he fell to the ground, "OWW, Mom. I think I sprained my ankle!"

"What happened?"

He pointed to the crack in the driveway - "I musta tripped on the crack."

"Good thing you didn't break my back," she said, grinning a silly grin.

"Help me get up, Mom."

She immediately fell into "Mom" mode, forgetting for a moment about their celebration. Johnny played it for all it was worth, limping as he walked and making "Ow" sounds when he put weight on his "bad" leg. As the two headed towards their house, Johnny felt like he dodged a real bullet this time. How could he explain having Mrs. Benson all hogtied on her living room floor?

While he didn't feel good about lying to his mom, the thought of Mrs. Benson like that made him smile a huge ear-to-ear grin. Now, what was he going to do about getting back over there to help her get free? The longer he waited, the harder it would be to make an excuse.

As they entered the doorway to their home, Johnny noticed that the nosey next door neighbor's daughter was staring at him limping along with his mother. When he looked back at her, she stared back with her typical evil little grin. Little Cammilla Smith, only a year younger than Johnny, but with a mouth three times the size of any normal child, was up to something; but what? He must have caught her attention with his fall, the way she was looking at him with her, "I've got a secret, and you're going to pay for it" look. He only hoped she wasn't watching earlier when he applied his knots and lashing practice to his willing captive, Mrs. Benson.

This was getting more complicated all the while. He hoped Mrs. Benson was okay, and that when it was over, that he didn't lose his practice partner.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Kuro.Lolita » Mon Apr 07, 2014 5:47 pm

I like your story so much!! Keep the good work nwn
There are no facts, only interpretations.

-Nietzsche

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby markusthe1st » Tue Apr 08, 2014 9:09 am

Thanks! Definitely more to come.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F) - Part 4

Postby markusthe1st » Wed Apr 09, 2014 6:09 pm

Part 4

Jane had managed to wriggle over towards the edge of the sofa. The constant struggling against the ropes was starting to take its toll. Her wrists were sore, and she felt tired all over.

After trying in vain to kick her legs out in an effort to loosen the ropes binding her wrists and ankles together, she decided she might have better luck with rubbing the ropes against the hard edge of the bottom of the dark leather that covered the sofa.

She could feel the corner with the tips of her fingers. It was smooth, but firm, and very slippery. Suddenly a car drove by, which made her think about the open door and the real possibility of uninvited company. Where had Johnny gone with his mother? How soon could he get away and come back to untie her?

The last couple of times he tied her up, the thought of getting free herself had never even entered her mind. Since she helped him learn his knots, she knew how well he had tied her, so she just stuck with their tie-up game and waited for him to set her free afterwards. Not that she didn't try - Johnny always asked her if she could get free herself. The truth was that she liked being the helpless captive, if only for a little while. Until this turn-of-events, it was a game that made her fell safe.

Now, she was the helpless captive in some real potential danger. The thought of a stranger walking in and finding her like this did not sit well at all. They lived on a quiet street, but it was in a pass-through neighborhood that lead away from the high school toward the center of town. There was always some sort of foot traffic, along with the neighborhood children, and of course, the cars that drove by fairly regularly.

Rubbing the ropes that held her wrists so tightly together against the sofa didn't seem to make any difference at all. Nothing budged - the leather was just too smooth, and not sharp enough to make any difference at all. The way her wrists and ankles were tied together, and the relatively short piece of rope that held them there, made rubbing the ropes even harder to do.

Jane scooted her body around to put her face close to the sofa's edge. Once there, she rubbed the scarf blindfolding her against the corner. It moved, if only just a little bit. "Mummph," she blurted out, excited. She rubbed even harder, and harder again as the cloth peeled away from around her eyes and hung on her ear. "Muroomph!" She could see out of one eye now!

With a little more effort, the blindfold fell free from her face and her sight was fully restored. Now that she could see, she had to try and get to the door so she could close it. Jane gathered up her strength and started working her way towards the front door.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Crazysocks88 » Wed Apr 09, 2014 6:19 pm

More please!! Gets more excited with each new part!
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F) - Part 5

Postby markusthe1st » Wed Apr 09, 2014 8:31 pm

Part 5

"I just know he's up to something!"

"Whose up to something, dear?"

"Nevermind, Mother. I wasn't talking to you."

Camilla stood firm on her perch, actually a cleared out portion of hardwood floor, in front of her balcony window. She did not like, or even understand, the strangeness that played out in front of her window on this day.

First, she saw Johnny, probably the c-u-t-e-s-t boy in all of Harbordom High School, disappear into their next-door neighbor's home. Mrs. Benson, who wasn't even really a "Mrs" because she divorced her ex-husband under "non-disclosed" reasons that left her quite comfortable in his removal.

Next, she saw Johnny take quite a liking to the old bat, dropping by in his scout uniform and spending his scout-ordered "help the old lady cross the road" time with her. Of course, Camilla didn't really care if this was a Scout-thing or not - as her idea of helping other people out was limited to who she let her mother buy Girl Scout cookies from. In fact, she found it even bought her leverage at school - something Camilla liked very much.

What happened this evening made no sense at all. Johnny's mother rushing towards Mrs. Benson's house, with Johnny rushing out to stop her. Then falling to the ground when she continued towards the Benson home. This was like something out of a Twilight book - an older woman with obvious sway over a younger gentleman; with the gentleman trying to cover something up.

"Mother, does it look like Mrs. Benson's front door is open to you?"

Camilla's mom stepped over to take a look out their bay window. While she didn't have a clear shot of the door, it sure looked open to her.

"Yes, dear. I think it is. But what of it? It's a sunny day and still light out - maybe Jane wanted to get some fresh air in?"

"She could open a window for that, Mother."

Something was up; Camilla could just feel it. She slipped her cell phone out of her back pocket to see what her spies were up to right now.
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Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Apr 10, 2014 2:02 am

Camilla looks like she is going to be a nuisance but I have a feeling that Johnny is going to find a way to deal with it.

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Apr 10, 2014 11:38 am

Sounds like there's a second person in this story who needs some tying up!!!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Kuro.Lolita » Thu Apr 10, 2014 7:51 pm

Moar moar!! :3
There are no facts, only interpretations.

-Nietzsche

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F) - Part 6

Postby markusthe1st » Fri Apr 18, 2014 8:51 am

"Hi there Rachel - whatchauptoo?"

"Playing Cops and Robbers with my little brother and mother. They're a little tied up right now, you could say. Hee hee."

Rachel's mother and little brother were indeed tied up, and not just a little.

"Keeping your spy training sharp for me, I see," Camilla quipped.

"You could say that. You could also say that this girl is incredibly bored, and tying up my family is the best thing I can think of to pass the time away."

Rachel walked into the living room and gave her captives a friendly, yet menacing look. Both seated on the floor with their backs against the couch, the ropes that bound them were visible around their ankles, knees, and upper body. Thick white bandannas were tied tightly between their teeth as they struggled next to each other.

In response to Rachel's look, they looked at each other, and then at her, making "Mmmmph" sounds as they did. Rachel turned away to continue her call.

"Well, I have a job for you."

"Really?" Camilla's "jobs" were always fun, even if she almost got arrested once because of her."

"Really. We need to investigate that old bat Jane Benson. How soon can you get over to her place?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking you're selling Girl Scout cookies or something. Her door is wide open and it's just strange. I need intel."

"Need intel," Rachel thought. Camilla always sounded so realistic when she came up with their missions. Just what was she up to this time?

She turned to look back at her captives, and said loudly into the phone, "You will not regret paying the ransom." She then turned around and said to Camilla, "Give me ten minutes to clean up, and I'll head over."

"Make it five. Every minute counts."

Rachel stuffed her cell phone back into her pocket and looked down at her mother and brother.

"Okay you two, I'm the police. What happened? Who tied you up like that?"

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Back at Johnny's house, his mother helped him sit down on the sofa as he pretended that every bit of pressure on his right ankle was causing excruciating pain.

"We're going to have to go to the emergency room," Johnny's mother said.

"It's not that bad. I just need a minute."

She picked up the phone and started dialing.

"She's not answering."

"Who?"

"Jane. It just keeps ringing."

At Jane's house, the sudden noise of her ringing phone broke her caterpillar-like stride towards her front door. Just as tightly bound hand and foot as Johnny had left her, she was only a few feet away from closing her door. And well over 10 feet away from the nearest phone.

"Why won't the ropes budge, even a little for me?" she thought. The real problem for her now was that the last three feet put her in plain view of anyone walking by. Like she had expected - once she glanced around the corner, she saw that the door was wide open.

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"She's probably taking a shower or something, Mom," Johnny said. Then he got an idea - if he could get his mom into her own shower, he could run over and set Jane free.

"Hey, Mom - you just got home from work yourself. Why don't you grab a shower while I rest my ankle. Hopefully I'll be able to put some weight on it, so we can still go out and celebrate."

She made one more attempt to call Jane - Johnny could hear the subtle ringing from where he sat as his mom paced in front of him. She finally gave up and put her phone away.

"That's a good idea, Johnny. Do you need anything before I get cleaned up?"

Johnny was thinking to himself, "That was way too easy." He also thought that the quicker she got in the shower, the faster he could run over to Mrs. Benson's house, untie her, and get back before his mom was out of the shower.

"Mom, I'm fine. Go ahead and grab your shower."

"How did I get so lucky with you, Johnny. You're such a good boy!"

"Stop it, Mom. Just go already."

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Jane made the final dash to her front door, despite putting her bound and gagged body in plain view for any passerby to see. It was dinnertime, after all. With any luck, most people were home eating their food and not out running around. She only needed a couple minutes, after all.

As she scrunched closer to the door, a shadow covered the entrance. She looked up to see the silhouette of a man, staring down at her.

"Murumph?"
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Apr 18, 2014 8:59 am

More characters, more victims, more TUG's , more problems for Jane, more complications for Johnny and more story to come. So much more to look forward to. Keep it coming.

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby Jason Toddman » Fri Apr 18, 2014 9:43 am

Sounds like this isn't going to be the simple but fun story that Aunt Teri was. Oh dear. What will happen next?
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Practice Makes Perfect (M/F)

Postby markusthe1st » Fri Apr 18, 2014 9:48 am

Yeah, this is a lot more complicated. I think you'll like what's coming next.
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!