New Years Day has never meant much to me. Some people use it as an opportunity to make resolutions that will improve the upcoming year. Others use it as a time to reflect on the year that has gone by. I had never done either until the year I got married. A few days after Christmas I took a moment to consider the year that had just passed.
Shortly after getting married I TUGged my sister-in-laws best friend Patti. It was my first TUG in ten years. A month later I TUGged my sister-in-law Angela. Two days before Christmas I had managed a double TUG with Patti and Angela. As if that wasn’t enough on Christmas day Patti and Angela tied up Angela’s pretty cousin Natalie as a gift for me. It had been an amazing year; and it wasn’t over yet.
My mother-in-law, Gloria, answered the telephone. It was Angela calling from the fast food place she worked at. She asked for me. She told me that her friend Janice was to coming to the house for a few hours after work but she would need a ride home. She was wondering if I would mind driving her. I had no plans so I told her it would be no problem.
I had met Janice before and she definitely wasn’t one of Angela’s better looking friends. She had a round face with a pale pimply complexion, thin lips and dull eyes. Pale eye lashes and eye brows gave her face a featureless bland appearance. When I met her it was at work and her hair was tucked up under her uniform hat. The uniform itself was poor fitting in a terrible yellow gold color with burgundy trim. She was barely five feet tall and even with the loose uniform it was easy to tell that she was a few pounds to heavy to have a good figure.
When they showed up at the house I was pleasantly surprised. This didn’t look like the Janice I met before. Her short blond hair was not hidden under a hat and looked good. She had done an excellent job of her makeup. She had darkened her lashes and brows and put a bit of color onto her cheeks and lips. She was still no beauty but the improvement was dramatic. She took off her long winter coat and thankfully there was no sign of the tacky uniform. She was wearing a white blouse with small black buttons up the front and a knee-length grey pleated school-girl type skirt.
I watched closely as she removed her boots. I am a leg lover and full figured girls like her often have the nicest legs. No knobby knees, no skinny ankles, no scrawny calves; just nice smooth curves. She was no disappointment; her legs were quite nice and the black nylons certainly made them look that much better. Then she took off the first boot.
I usually don’t fancy feet more than any other part of a nice leg but in her case I was smitten. Her perfect toes, nicely curved arches and rounded heels won me over. They were two of the sexiest feet I had ever seen and only one thing could make them sexier; seeing them bound side by side. Under the circumstances there wasn’t much hope of a TUG but I now had her in mind for a future encounter.
It was about an hour until supper so Angela and Janice went to the kitchen to see if my mother-in-law and my wife needed a hand with anything. Another dozen or so relatives were invited for supper and I was the official family photographer so I went to my bedroom to make sure my camera gear was ready.
I had only been there a few minutes when there was a gentle knock on the open door. It was Janice.
‘I’m here to ask you a question’ she said. ‘Angela’s mom was joking that I should come here to see you. When I asked why Angela told me to come here and find out for myself. Your wife said the same thing. What were they talking about?’
I didn’t know it then but found out later that Janice likes to talk; to the point where she gets on peoples nerves. When Gloria, who knew about the earlier TUG’s, told Janice to visit me it was an inside joke to Angela and my wife that Janice needed to be gagged. Angela jumped on it as a chance to get Janice out of the kitchen for a while.
What I did know is that they had sent this poor clueless girl to me asking about a TUG. All three women in the kitchen were aware of what could happen. She had been set up and walked right into it. I was going to make sure she didn’t walk out.
‘They were playing a joke on you’ I answered ‘and a joke on me at the same time.’ Now it was time for half of the truth and some well chosen lies. I explained to her about how I had tied Angela up to punish her for pissing me off (the truth). I said that ever since then they had been teasing me that no woman was safe when she was alone with me (a lie). I told her that they were hoping I would be embarrassed by her question and then they could have a good laugh at the two of us (another lie). I said that I knew what to do so that their little prank would backfire on them (the truth).
I suggested to her that if we could tell them that I had tied her up their plan would fall flat. ‘So you want me to go tell them that you tied me up?’ she asked. ‘It’s not that easy’ I said ‘if I can’t prove that I really did it they will keep teasing me. Lying is not going to work.’ I stopped talking then; this would work a whole lot better if she thought that the next part was her idea.
I was beginning to think she wasn’t very observant; my camera gear was all over the place; but then she came through. ‘You could tie me up and take a picture’ was what I wanted to hear. I hustled into action before she could reconsider.
My mother-in-law uses several drawers in the guest bedroom for storage as well as part of the closet. I had collected several scarves from various locations and placed them all in one drawer for just such an occasion as this.
I tied her hands behind her. I think she thought that would be all there was to it because she was a bit reluctant to sit on the bed. With a gentle push from me I moved her over and she sat on the edge. I tied her ankles. In one quick move I grabbed her ankles, swung her legs up and rolled her face down. She didn’t resist but she looked back at me with a concerned face.
I took several photos but I wanted a good shot of those pretty feet which I couldn’t get with them lying on the bed. I hog tied her. At this point we had gone farther than she expected but not as far as I wanted to. She asked ‘Are we done yet?’ I didn’t answer and took a few photos. She asked again. I should have quit then but even though she was reluctant she had been cooperative so far so I decided to go all the way.
‘Just another minute’ I said ‘I want to do one more thing to make these pictures very convincing.’ Without warning her I stuffed a scarf into her mouth and cleave gagged her. She gave me two or three mmphs and then went silent. After a few more photos I quickly untied her.
She looked a bit confused but said nothing. I was wondering if I should offer some sort of apology when the doorbell rang. She quickly said ‘I’ve got to get back to the kitchen’ and hustled out.
My main duty during this week of Christmas holidays was to greet visitors at the door, take care of coats and boots and to make sure everyone was offered snacks and drinks. I followed Janice out of the bedroom door and headed for the front entrance to welcome the first wave of guests.
When Angela and I drove Janice home a few hours later no mention was made of her visit to the bedroom. On the way back to the house Angela confessed that it was them who had sent Janice to me to try and get rid of her for a few minutes. She didn’t know that Janice had already told me. They never expected her to actually come to see me but were grateful when she did. As far as I could gather Janice had said nothing of our activities to them at all.
To this day neither my wife or my mother-in-law or Angela has never questioned what happened during those twenty minutes. I met Janice again two or three times since then and she never said anything about it.