Let’s Make a Deal (MM/F)

Postby LordNelson » Wed Jul 30, 2014 12:27 pm

Patricia was making small talk with her co-worker Stuart and mentioned that she was going to be looking after a relative’s four year old son for the weekend. She referred to him as a “terror”. She didn’t elaborate but Stuart got the impression that he was a handful and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

As a long time TUG enthusiast Stuart is quite aware of the concept of the “tied up babysitter”. While it was hard to envision a four year old subduing a woman like Patricia it was still interesting to imagine how it might happen. She is a black woman of average build just shy of six feet tall wearing flats. Her pretty face is framed by her long ebony hair which she wears straight and down. She certainly doesn’t appear to be sort who would ever fall victim to a TUGger but that wasn’t going to stop Stuart from trying.

His comment to her was that she should re-direct his energy and he suggested that she engage him in a "cops and robbers" or "cowboys and Indians" type of game. He volunteered to assist by coming-over to give the young fellow some pointers.

To that she just rolled her eyes with a facial expression that said "Yeah right!" She was no fool and knew that the advice Stuart offered would also be accompanied by some assistance. It wasn’t the first time that he had hinted at something like this. While he thought he was pretty good at concealing the true meaning of what he said she was on to him but had never admitted it.

At the end of the day Stuart repeated his offer to assist her with the lad and once again she politely refused but this time she added a bit more. ‘Stuart’ she said ‘I’ve been working with you long enough to know that you aren’t joking. I figured you out a long time ago. You’re one of those guys that likes his women bound and gagged. Well dear, I hate to break it to you, but you’re not tying me up so put that silly though right out of your head.’

Stuart was taken aback at the revelation that his secret was out. He had a dozen panicky thoughts running through his traumatized brain but couldn’t find the words to vocalize any of them. She could see his discomfort and soothed him with the words ‘Don’t sweat it dear; I’ve known for years and I haven’t told anyone yet and I’m not about to.’

Patricia grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him close and gave him a kiss on the forehead. ‘Have a nice weekend’ she said ‘I’ll be seeing you on Monday.’

The kiss was not because they were close in that way. It was just an over the top gesture she added for shock value; she likes to tease Stuart. All the way home on the subway he was aware of how stressed out he must look because everyone who passed by glanced at him. It wasn’t until he saw his reflection in the glass doors of his apartment building that he noticed the outline of Patricia’s mouth in lipstick on his forehead.

That night he tossed and turned for an hour before falling asleep. He was going over, again and again, what he would say to her on Monday to ensure that his “dark side” remained hidden.

Saturday started out as fairly normal day for Stuart. Thoughts of what had happened were pretty much forgotten and he went about his business as usual; until the phone rang.

‘Stuart dear’ gasped an exasperated voice ‘you’ve got to come save me. I didn’t know who else to call.’

She explained that little Rodney had woken up at six that morning and had been going strong for ten hours. She tried to keep up with him but was sinking fast and needed help. Patricia’s friends and relatives, including her daughter, were all aware of his energy levels and it was pointless to even call; she knew they would either not answer or have an excuse not to help out.

Patricia’s daughter, Kara, had quickly talked a friend into inviting her over for a homework sleepover when she heard that Rodney would be invading their home. She was long gone before hurricane Rodney arrived leaving her mother to cope with the storm on her own.

Stuart has no children of his own and as such has no real feeling for what she had been put through but he deduced that if Rodney had reduced of woman of her stature to the whimpering begging mess that was on the other end of the phone he wanted no part of him. Doing his best to be polite he said ‘I’d love to help out but kids aren’t t really my thing.’ He had more to say but she cut him off by shouting into the phone.

‘Cops and robbers’ she shrieked. ‘Pardon me?’ queried Stuart. ‘Or cowboys and Indians. It’s your choice. Let's make a deal. I’ll give you half an hour if you can promise that you’ll take him afterwards for two hours while I take a nap.’

It was the second time Stuart was stunned in two days, and both times by the same woman. One day she disclosed that she knew his secret and vowed that it would never happen to her. The next day she was offering up her cooperation and freedom as a bribe. It was a deal too good to turn down.

Patricia lived about half an hour away. ‘I’ll be over in about an hour’ he told her ‘I have a few stops to make along the way. Can you survive until then?’ ‘I guess I’ll have to’ she replied ‘please hurry!’

When Stuart arrived he was greeted by an incredibly loud wailing as the door opened. A visibly shaken Patricia spoke loudly over the racket ‘He’s a fireman and he’s driving the truck, that’s the siren.’ Rodney came dashing by shrieking at the top of his lungs and carrying the hose from the vacuum cleaner (his fire hose). ‘I wish he would damn well get there already, he could of driven all the way across town by now.’

As if he had heard her the siren stopped and Rodney began to make hissing noises as he put out the imaginary fire that was consuming her sofa. Stuart entered carrying several shopping bags. She eyed them but said nothing; she had no idea what was in them but she knew what it was for and no questions were necessary.

‘So what do you have planned’ she asked.

Stuart pulled out two blister packs from a bag marked “The Dollar Store” and showed them to her. They were a “BE A REAL POLICEMAN” toy set that included a tin badge, a holster with a gun that shot suction cups and plastic handcuffs. ‘We are going to be detectives and you are about to be arrested. How does that sound?’

‘As long as I get my nap’ she said ‘you can lock me up and throw away the key, I’m ready to do life in bed without parole. What do you need me to do?’

Stuart was not normally a very demanding person and under the circumstances he should have settled for the good fortune that had already smiled on him but he did have two conditions that needed to be met for this to be a perfect day. He knew that he could satisfy both of them with one simple request if she was willing. So far she had been very compliant so he hoped that would continue; what he had to ask was not only crucial to his plan but could also be a little insulting to her if she took it to heart.

‘All I need is for you to look a little better than you do’ he asked. ‘The Patricia I see at the office is always immaculate and this is not what I imagined when you called.’ He gestured at her rumpled baggy track suit that did a thorough job of hiding what Stuart normally considered to be a rather pleasing figure.

‘You want me to pretty myself up for a four year old terrorist?’ she growled at him.

‘Do it for me’ Stuart bargained ‘and I’ll give you an extra half hour on the nap.’ He knew that in her diminished mental capacity another thirty minutes meant more than gold. She agreed. She introduced Stuart to Rodney as a new playmate and while they became detectives she went off to the bedroom to change. Getting her out of the room was the main reason for his request.

As soon as she was gone Stuart quickly sprang into action. He emptied his second shopping bag onto the couch. First up was a video camera he had rented on the way over. He had shelves of commercial bondage DVD’s at home but the whole collection would not be as precious as one homemade disc in which he was one of the stars. He placed the camera discreetly on a bookshelf and started it.

Next he opened the blister packs. He pinned a badge to each of them and put the holsters onto their belts. He tossed the toy handcuffs back into the bag. He gave Rodney a pair of real ones that he had brought from home and showed him how to use them. He had another pair for himself. The last items from the bag he hid under a cushion. If she were to see them before he was ready to use them the deal would be off, in spite of her promise, he knew that for sure.

The cops were ready and all they needed now was someone to arrest. Patricia entered the room looking much the same way she had since Stuart had first meet her many years ago. A simple button front white blouse with a flat lay down collar, a black skirt and bare legs. Since she was at home she was bare foot. It is a fairly basic outfit, almost a standard uniform for office workers, but Patricia’s pleasant figure makes it look so much better.

The blouse was snug and highlighted her shapely bosom. The top buttons were open showing a modest amount of cleavage. The skirt hugged her hips and stretched nicely over her thighs with each step. The hemline stopped just above the knee and below that were a pair of curvaceous legs.

Not a day had gone by that Stuart had not wondered what she would look like in restraint and he had to wonder no longer. Rodney took the lead on the arrest as Stuart had coached him to. He flashed his badge and introduced himself. Stuart did the same. Rodney told her that she was a suspect in the theft of an ice cream cone (Rodney’s own idea, a drastic crime in his mind). He pulled his gun and told her to put her hands up.

Stuart struggled to resist the urge to pat her down for weapons. The idea of it seemed quite exciting but he kept in mind that Patricia lived on the second floor and while Stuart knew that being thrown from a window at that height would most likely not be fatal it would probably hurt like hell.

Stuart read her rights to her, as best as he could remember them from countless TV shows, and then asked her to turn around and put her hands behind her. Rodney dug into his pocket for his cuffs. The feel of the cold metal and the metallic click as they closed around her wrists should have been warning to Patricia but she was too tired to notice. Her entire focus was on getting through the half hour of this game and then locking the bedroom door and forgetting about Rodney.

Now it was time for Stuart to take control of the game. He took her by the arm and led her to a straight back chair he had moved over from the dining room table. The chair was of course central in the view finder of the video camera. This is where she was to be interrogated.

He winked at Rodney. That was his cue. ‘Do you think she might try to escape?’ the boy asked (as Stuart had coached him to do).

‘It’s a possibility’ said Stuart ‘but I think we can take care of that.’ He pulled the cuffs from his pocket and snapped them around Patricia’s ankles. This time she knew that they were real. She gave the ones holding her hands a twist or two and knew she had been tricked. A few choice cuss words came to mind and if it hadn’t have been for the presence of a child she would have used them all.

By now Patricia knew that Stuart was going to take advantage of the game and push it as far as he acceptably could in the presence of Rodney. If Stuart could have read her mind he would have agreed. The one last thing he wanted to do was going to be tricky. With Patricia in this helpless state he could just go ahead and do it but unless he made it part of the game Rodney would be puzzled and Patricia would be offended.

Rodney began the interrogation and was actually doing a great job asking some very sensible questions in the pursuit of justice. Stuart was hoping for just the right moment to step in. He hadn’t had time to coach Rodney on this part so there was no set-up; he had to rely on fate. Patricia inadvertently sealed her own destiny.

Wanting to play along and be an uncooperative prisoner she snarled ‘I’m not telling you stinky cops anything.’ Stuart smiled.

‘That’s a really bad attitude you have’ he told her as he reached for the last toys he had hidden under the cushion ‘my partner doesn’t deserve such abuse from a crook like you. What do you think partner; did you like what she said to you?’

Rodney stuck out a pouty lower lip and said ‘No.’

‘Well we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.’ Patricia was no fool and she knew what Stuart was up to but he moved too quickly for her to plan a defense. He tugged hard on her ear lobe and when she squealed in pain he stuffed a roll of cloth in the moment she opened her mouth. He then proceeded to wrap a wide white handkerchief over her mouth and tied a tight knot in it.

When Stuart was buying the toy police gear in the Dollar Store he also visited the men’s wear department. He found a big handkerchief and he added it to his shopping basket. Then he made a trip to the pharmacy to get a two inch wide roll of gauze bandage.

Stuart could see the fury in her eyes but Rodney thought it was hilarious and his laughter calmed her down quickly. As his amusement settled down to giggles Rodney asked ‘What do we do next?’ Patricia looked at the clock; the half hour was almost done. Stuart knew it too and he had to act quickly before it was time to release her; he needed to get her away from Rodney.

‘Since she is not answering your questions anymore I’m going to put her into a jail cell for a few hours.’ Stuart undid the cuffs around her ankles and helped her to stand up. ‘I’ll be right back’ he said as he handed Rodney his gun ‘you practice your aim.’ Rodney gleefully took the pistol and was thrilled to now have two of them. Stuart led Patricia from the room.

If Patricia hadn’t been so effectively gagged she would have been smiling from ear to ear; it was finally nap time. When they entered her bedroom she walked up to the bed and turned her back to Stuart to have the cuffs removed. Unexpectedly and surprisingly quickly he dropped to his knees and put the cuffs back onto her ankles.

Startled she tried to turn around to confront him but the cuffs on her ankles caused her to tip over. She was on the way down and he was on the way up and somewhere in the middle his head met her breasts. He grabbed at her to keep her from falling down and they came together with his arms around her waist and his face buried in her bosom.

He straightened up quickly but kept his arms around her. She glared at him with anger. For being so well gagged she managed to communicate rather effectively and Stuart knew exactly what she was saying.

‘Whu uh huh ah oh ohing?’ (What the hell are you doing?)

‘I realize the gag was a bit of a surprise’ he said as he helped her to sit on the side of the bed ‘and I apologize but I have one more thing you may not have expected. He lifted her legs and rolled her onto her side on the bed. ‘I promised you a nap but I didn’t say anything about untying you first.’ She rolled back again to face him with such ferocity that she nearly feel off of the bed.

Stuart reached out to prevent her from falling and as fate would have it he grabbed her by the boobs. ‘Those tits are getting in the way again’ he blurted out. Then Stuart blushed a deep crimson as he realized he had said that out loud. It was the best thing that could have happened. The combination of his comment and the redness of his face started her laughing; as best she could with a roll of gauze in her mouth.

‘Patricia, I have something to tell you’ confessed Stuart ‘you know my secret but you don’t know all of it. I have wanted to tie you up since the day we met those many years ago. This is a dream come true for me and I really don’t want it to end so soon. I would be eternally grateful if I could sit and watch you for five minutes before letting you go. May I?’

In a way that she couldn’t comprehend she was touched by his honesty and flattered that he had harbored a desire for her for so long. He was a really nice guy and had been a friend for so long that the revelations about his unusual longings didn’t change the fact that she liked him. She nodded her agreement and Stuart said ‘I’ll go check on Rodney and I’ll be right back.’

The living room looked like a war zone with lamps knocked over, cushions on the floor and suction cup darts stuck to the television and the windows. Rodney was lying on the floor, a pistol in each hand, sound asleep with his head on one of the cushions. Stuart took the chair and carried it to the bedroom to sit on while watching his bound treasure.

When he got there Patricia was also soundly asleep. He had an idea. He went back to the living room and retrieved the video camera. In the bed room he stood and looked at Patricia. A twinge of conscience poked at him. Making a video of her like this on the bed, without her consent, would be unscrupulous and devious. It’s not the sort of thing that one friend should do to another. He knew in his soul that it was wrong.

He lifted the camera, pressed the REC button and thought “What the hell, she’s never going to know.”

Re: Let’s Make a Deal (MM/F)

Postby Tugsfan » Sun Jan 03, 2016 12:31 am

Nice story bud
A very good roleplayer, waiting for play with you

Re: Let’s Make a Deal (MM/F)

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Jan 03, 2016 4:44 am

"Thank You" on BEHALF of the author!
(But I DON'T know WHY your message came to ME?!)