## Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Kristen's Week

Post by KP Presents » Thu Nov 19, 2015 6:22 am

Prologue
“Yeah, yeah I know – but at least you arrived safely. I’ll call you tomorrow. Try not to get too sunburnt before then.
“Bye.”
“I take it Sam arrived safely,” Kristen said as she watched me put the phone down. It was the second week in June, and Sam was spending two weeks working as a counsellor in a summer camp. I had a job now at a store in the local mall, which meant I hadn’t been able to join her. Kristen was also at a bit of a loose end – her boyfriend was on a field trip, but as she had a dissertation to write over the summer she wasn’t able to go with her.
Actually, if truth be told it was very very quiet. Sam’s mum and aunt had skedaddled for a couple of weeks, and my mum had gone with Sheila to the coast for a holiday.
“So what are we going to do with ourselves all week,” Kristen said as I sat down.
“Oh I think we can find ways to keep ourselves out of mischief.”
“Or get into it,” I said with a grin.
“Or, as you say, get into it.” Kristen looked at me, and then said “you remember that time you went up to the lake with Mom?”
“How could I forget? We learned a few new things then – why?”
“Fancy trying that again this week?”
“It’s an idea – we could try a different theme every day.”
Kristen sat up and nodded. “Okay then – grab some pen and paper, and let’s set the agreement. First up – a theme for each day.”
“Agreed – we set each other a challenge for that day, and also agree to have some fun that fits in with that.”
“Each of us bound in turn, for a set limit of time, and the other does what needs to be done for meals and so on.”
“Sounds good – so what are we going to start with?”
Kristen smiled as she said “I’ve got an idea...”
Smart Sunday
Drying myself off, I started to get dressed before going down to breakfast. Kristen and I had already agreed we would dress properly for church today – a fact that would probably give Mom a heart attack and please Sheila no end.
So – underwear, a pale blue shirt, smart black trousers, and a v-necked sweater composed my outfit, with a smart blazer in my hand to wear once we were on our way. Putting on my smart black shoes, I walked down the stairs and left the blazer on the back of the chair, while I started to make some coffee.
“That smells good,” Kristen said as she came down a few minutes later, wearing a white cardigan over a green short sleeved dress that had a white floral pattern on it. The pleated skirt came to just above her knee, and she was wearing a pair of white heels. I also noticed she was walking slightly stiffly, but said nothing as she sat at the bar.
“Want some bacon and eggs, or would you prefer pancakes?”
“Let’s have pancakes,” she said as I handed her a mug of coffee, and then started to make some pancake batter up, cooking a few and putting them on a plate before I handed them to her.
“So you’re going ahead with the first part of your challenge?”
“Oh yes – but I full well know your turn is going to come later,” she said with a smile.
“That is most certainly the case,” I say with a smile, “so do you want me to drive this morning?”
“I think that might be better,” Kristen said with a smile as she started to eat, and I cooked my own pancakes.
A short while later, we both left the house, Kristen locking up as I unlocked the car and we made our way to the church. It was a short drive, but I noticed the way my sister was fidgeting around for the whole trip.
“Something wrong?”
“What do you think,” Kristen giggled as we pulled into the car park, and then made our way into the church itself. We smiled and talked to some of our friends before we made our way into the chapel, and the service started.
I have to admit, I wasn’t paying that much attention, as my mind was racing ahead to what was going to happen after the service...
Eventually, Kristen and I made our way out to the car park, trying not to show what was on my mind as we walked over to the car. I opened the door to allow Kristen to sit in, and then walked round and sat in the driver’s seat.
“Ready?”
She slowly nodded as I said “all right lady – you do as I say and you won’t get hurt, understand?”
“Please don’t hurt me,” Kristen whimpered, as I took from the side pocket of the car door a length of rope.
“No more talking – hands together in front of yourself, palm to palm.”
Kristen nodded as she watched me tie her wrists together, and then reach over to tie them to the door handle. I also took from the car door pocket a strip of brown sticking plaster, peeling off the backing paper and sticking it over her mouth before I started the car and drove off.
“Whrhrwgnn,” Kristen mumbled as she looked at him.
“Your house – I need a place to hide out and a change of clothes, and some money, which you are going to give to me.”
She watched me as we drove along, and then I pulled into the garage, getting out and closing the doors before I untied her wrists from the door and made her walk out.
“Let’s go,” I said as I held her arm, and unlocked the door to the kitchen, walking us both in as I closed the door behind us, and then took Kristen into the front room.
“Sit down,” I said as I took a bag from the back of the couch, waiting as my sister sat down before I took some rope out of the bag, and secured her ankles tightly together, followed by her legs below her knees. I then untied her wrists, but only so that I could take her wrists behind her back, crossed them and tied them tightly together.
“Lie down,” I said, helping her to lie on her side before I said “don’t move,” and made my way to the kitchen...
Last edited by KP Presents on Mon Nov 23, 2015 1:14 am, edited 1 time in total.
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### Re: Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Regina's Week

Post by SelenaGfan » Sat Nov 21, 2015 2:19 am

This story is about Mark and Kristen isn't it,you keep say Regina. Is Kristen
wearing pantyhose or stockings?

### Re: Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Kristen's Week

Post by KP Presents » Mon Nov 23, 2015 1:14 am

Yeah - I crewed that up. Corrected and re-posted
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### Re: Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Kristen's Week

Post by KP Presents » Tue Dec 15, 2015 5:43 am

When I came back in, I had two glasses of water, with a straw in one of them. Setting them down, I removed the sticking plaster from her mouth and put the straw to her lips.
She took a long drink, and then said “thanks – did you get the meal started?”
“I did – it will take a couple of hours, so once you have this drink sorted out I’ll make sure you can’t move for a little while, then release you for lunch.”
“Do you mind if you leave me alone with my – thoughts?”
“I would not do it any other way, O sister of mine – after all, you get to take care of me later.”
“Very true,” I said with a smile as I took a drink, and then let her finish hers, before I replaced the sticking plaster gag. I then took some more rope which was behind the couch, and made sure her arms were secured tightly to her body, the bands sitting above and below her chest before I tightened them still more with a rope bra.
As she lay down, her skirt rode up a little, revealing the top of the stockings she was wearing. It also revealed the crotch rope she had been wearing all day – which I made sure her ankles were attached to as she lay on her stomach and I hogtied her, the rope from her ankles taken round her chest ropes and then tied to the crotch rope.
I removed her heels and gently tickled the soles of her feet, making her giggle and squirm round, before the giggles turned to deep sighs and groans – which was my cue to leave her to her own devices while I went and prepared the rest of the meal.
“Thanks,” Kristen said as she put her knife and fork down, “you did a good job of cooking that kiddo.”
After I had released her, she had for fairly obvious reasons gone to the shower, and was now wearing a white silk blouse and black leather trousers with a pair of pumps on her feet. I was still wearing the same clothes – given I knew my turn would be coming next. Her challenge had been to wear the crotch rope and be hogtied while I prepared the food.
And my challenge? Well, it started as we cleared the dishes away, and I took the car down to the 7-11 to pick up a few extra things.
When I came back, I closed the door behind me and put the grocery bag on the kitchen table, before I walked into the front room. When I went through the door, however, a leather gloved hand was placed over my mouth, and I heard Kristen whisper “not a sound, young man – you’re going to do what I tell you aren’t you?”
“Hrruuu?”
“Hush – turn round, slowly...”
As the hand was taken away, I saw my sister standing there – a black stocking pulled down over her head, and a toy pistol in her hand. I swallowed hard as she said “there is a very nice chair in the centre of the room – take a seat, and put your hands behind the chair back.”
“What do you want?”
“All in good time – come along now, there’s a good boy.”
I slowly walked over and sat in the dining chair, moving my arms round the side as I heard Kristen kneel behind me, and use rope to secure my wrists together before she tied them to the chair back.
After that, she reached round and stroked her gloved hands up and down my chest, making me wish it was Sam and not my sister doing this – but then she took a long length of rope, and lashed my upper body and arms to the chair back, the rope winding me and the wood. By the time she had finished, I could barely move – and I certainly had no chance as she moved my legs against the chair legs, and lashed them in place, as well as my legs below my knees.
“Now then, my dear young man,” Kristen cooed as she stroked her gloved hands over my legs, “tell me where your safe is, and the combination.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Now you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
I had to admit, I was enjoying this too much, so I shook my head and told her where I had previously put a metal box in the dining room.
“Good, very good,” she said quietly, “now close your eyes and open your mouth.”
I soon felt the silk on my tongue as she put a clean pair of her panties into my mouth, and then smoothed a wide strip of white tape over my lips after I closed my mouth. “Now then,” she said as she turned the television on, “why don’t you watch something while I take care of your valuables, hmm?”
I nodded and then realised just how much of a challenge she had set me – I had to watch the Twilight movies, and they are not exactly my favourites.
As I watched, however, it gave me time to plan for tomorrow – and how I would get my revenge on her for this.
“All right, I guess we both passed the challenges for today,” Kristen said as we sat watching a movie later that night, the empty popcorn bowl on the table in front of us. We were both wearing our pyjamas, having decided to end the day on that note.
“So you go first tomorrow,” Kristen said as she looked at me, “and you haven’t forgotten the time fro tomorrow?”
“Oh no – but I hope you enjoy your morning’s freedom,” I said with a smile, “because I have an oldie but goodie in mind for you for tomorrow afternoon.”
“Oh I can hardly wait,” Kristen said with a smile...
Manacle Monday
When I came down the stairs, I saw that Kristen was wearing a pair of grey joggers and an old sweatshirt, while I had put on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved top. I knew what was coming after breakfast, and wanted to be ready for it.
“Right,” Kristen said as we sat at the breakfast bar, “let’s get the grocery list sorted out. Might as well get some things in for the rest of the week.” She grabbed a pad and pen, and between us we managed to sort out what we needed to get to take us through to Friday.
“Good,” she finally said as she put the pen down, “then we just need to get ready.” Walking to a drawer, she took out a set of handcuffs, and said “need to go to do anything first?”
I nodded as I went quickly to the toilet, and then came back, turning round as Kristen used the cuffs to secure my wrists together behind my back. She then took an old leather belt and passed it round my upper arms, trapping them against my sides as she pulled it tightly.
“You sure you want this in as well?”
“You sure you don’t want someone hearing me?”
“Point,” Kristen said as she eased the rubber bung into my mouth, the leather panel pressing against my lips as she buckled the straps round my head, and then walked me out of the side door to the garage. Popping the trunk, I sat on the lip and watched as she shackled my ankles together, and then attached a chain to the links between the cuffs, allowing me to lie down before she ran the chain up to my wrists.
“Ready?”
I nodded as she closed the trunk of the car, and I heard her open the garage door, before she started the car and reversed out. The car stopped, and I heard her get out to close the garage door and get in again before the car moved off – and we were on our way to so some shopping.
The supermarket is about forty minutes drive from our house, so I lay as still as I could, wondering what would happen as the car finally stopped. The trunk opened for a moment, as Kristen put some ear buds into my ears and the music started playing, before slamming the lid shut again.
And there I was – wondering how long she was going to be, or if anyone would even notice...
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### Re: Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Kristen's Week

Post by KP Presents » Tue Jan 19, 2016 2:57 am

The roads round our neck of the woods are perhaps not the most even, so it was a fairly bumpy ride, with me getting shook from side to side for the whole journey. Eventually, however, we came to a stop and I heard Kristen get out of the car, before the doors locked.
Now, bear in mind my situation – lying in the trunk of the car, listening to music while my wrists and ankles were shackled, and a belt held my arms to my sides, and a leather panel gag over my mouth with a bung keeping my tongue depressed. I was beginning to have some fairly serious thoughts, I can tell you.
The music was low, and I could hear as well as the tunes people walking to and for outside, chatting to each other. I began to understand why they like to show the captive in the trunk in movies and so on – there’s a feeling of desperation that help could be so close, but you just cannot reach it...
On the other hand, I did recognise a number of the voices, from church and college, and I had to stop myself from laughing when I considered what they would say if they saw me...
Eventually, I heard the doors at the back of the car open, and someone loading bags into it.
“Hey Kristen – problem with the trunk?”
I almost choked when I recognised the voice of our pastor.
“Yeah Reverend,” I heard her say, “the lock seems to have jammed. I’m going to take this lot home, then take it down to Dan’s place and see if he can fix it.”
“Maybe I can...”
“No, it’s all right Reverend – I can see your wife waiting for you, but thank you for the kind offer.”
“Well, safe driving Kristen.”
“And you,” she said, before I heard the doors close, and then felt the engine start.
“That was close,” Kristen said when she eventually opened the trunk, and helped me out before she unfastened my ankles, “you all right Mark?”
I nodded as I stretched my legs out, and then walked into the house. I could see the grocery bags on the table, as Kristen walked me through to the front room and helped me to sit down.
“I’ll fix lunch and then release you,” she said as she looked at me. “You’re going to have a few bruises.”
“Urttrrnltr.”
“Yeah – looking forward to it,” she said with a smile as she left me there to relax.
“That’s better,” I said as I rubbed my wrists, and took a long drink from the bottle of water Kristen had handed me, washing the taste of the rubber bung out of my mouth. Putting the bottle down, I picked up the salad bowl and fork and started to eat.
“So how did it feel to be like that?”
“Frightening and exhilarating at the same time – but are you sure you want me to do what you planned this afternoon? That seems even worse.”
“I trust you to keep an eye on me while I do this,” Kristen said before she put a mouthful of salad in her mouth, “but you cook dinner, agreed?”
“Agreed – let me know when you are ready.”
“Let me finish this,” Kristen said, “and then I need to change. I’ll call you up when it’s time.”
“Take your time, I’m going nowhere,” I said with a smile.
And so it was, a short while later, that Kristen called down and said “All right Mark – I’m ready.”
I walked up the stairs and into Kristen’s room, to find her wearing a blue swim suit over a black body stocking, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiled as she handed me a pair of handcuffs, and then turned, waiting as I fastened the cuffs round her wrists and made sure they were secure.
“Lie on your stomach,” I said quietly, watching as she did so and I fastened a pair of manacles around her ankles as well. I then took something she had picked up at a certain specialist store – a set of elbow cuffs, leather cuffs which fastened round her arms below her elbows and had a short chain connecting them.
I could hear Kristen gasp as I fastened them in place, and then took a length of chain with a padlock. Pulling her ankles back, I wrapped the chain around the ankle and elbow cuffs, and used the padlock to keep them together, before I knelt next to my sister.
“Don’t worry – I washed it earlier.”
She nodded as she opened her mouth, and I eased the bung on the inside of the leather pad into her mouth, before I fastened the straps round her head. I then left her alone to enjoy the silence, while I turned and left the room.
“Cnuuprssthbttn?”
I looked at the bedside table, and saw a small remote control. That’s when I realised she may have something else on her body, so I turned the device on, hearing the gentle hum as I left her alone to enjoy the silence.
“Relaxed?”
“Oh yes,” Kristen said as we sat eating supper, “much more relaxed, O brother of mine. So what have you got planned for me tomorrow?”
“Now that would be telling,” I said with a smile, “but I think you will appreciate it...”
Tape Tuesday
As we sat at the breakfast table, I looked at Kristen and said “remember, you wanted to go first today, and this was your idea.”
“Oh I know, and believe me, I am enjoying it already,” she said as I allowed her to take another bite of her pastry. It was a bit difficult for her to use her hands – I had used duct tape to secure her wrists to the back of the chair, and her ankles to the front legs. She was wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, so the tape was stuck firmly to her skin.
“Orange juice?”
“Thank you,” she said as I lifted the glass, and allowed her to take a sip through the straw. The scenario we had picked was that she was going to be held hostage all morning, and her captor – yours truly – would only use tape to keep her in place and keep her quiet. Now, that allowed quite a bit of leeway, and I intended to make full use of that scope.
“When we have finished,” I said, “I’ll cut you free, but you must have your wrists taped together in front of you.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that,” Kristen said with a smile before she took another drink, and we both ate our breakfast. I was as good as my word, cutting her wrists free from the chair and then taping her crossed wrists together in front of her before I cut her legs free.
“Come with me,” I said as I helped her to stand up and walked her to the downstairs bathroom, waiting as she did whatever she needed to do before she came back out.
“So what are you going to do to me, you fiend,” she said as she looked at me.
“Make sure you have a nice, quiet, comfortable morning,” I said with a smile as I walked her back into the front room, and made her stand in front of our long couch. From behind the couch, I took a large roll of red tape, and wrapped it round her waist, keeping her wrists against her lap as I slowly wound the tape up her body, keeping her arms to her sides until her upper body looked as if it was in a red sheath from waist to neck.
“Okay – you need to sit down now for a minute,” I said as I helped her to sit down, the tape crinkling as I found a second roll, and started to secure her ankles together. From there, I wound the tape up her legs to her knees, and then helped her to stand again, before continuing to wind the tape up her legs until her entire body was covered, including her hands which she had palm down against her body.
I then helped her to lie on her back, as she smiled before I covered her mouth with several strips of the red tape, and then started the DVD of the last part of the Hobbit.
“Enjoy – I have to go and take care of something,” I said as I left her there...
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### Re: Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Kristen's Week

Post by SelenaGfan » Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:57 am

More with Mark,Kristen and Sam.

### Re: Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Kristen's Week

Post by KP Presents » Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:00 am

I need to get back to this, but I'm still dealing with some other things...
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### Re: Elanshof Request Story - Mark and Kristen's Week

Post by ninterz » Wed May 17, 2017 10:16 pm

I still hope you get back to this.