Boundonbury

Postby vantran » Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:08 pm

A twist on the UK festival Glastonbury...females tied and gagged only!

The vehicle suddenly struck a pothole and I gave a "Mmmmpppph!" muffled cry. A sunglass-covered face peeked into the central rear view mirror and I heard dad's voice, "Sian, are you alight?"

"Mmmm..." I replied, half lying, My wrists are sore from that bum.

"Come on you can say the code louder than that," dad said.

"Mmmmm...." I gave a louder gag reply.

"Liz dear?"

My mother next to me gave the same, though I suspected she too was bruised. Ok, you would wonder why we were both gagged. Or rather tape gagged with hypoallergenic tape, our wrists tied behind us and our ankles equally tied. No Dad and my younger brother Bryn were not some lunatic kidnappers or sadistic people. Rather, Our whole family was going to the annual Boundonbury Festival. This was an early summer event where girls from across the country would be restrained and gagged by their partners or family members and go through several competitions to win a grand prize. My family, well the females in my family had a history with this competition. My grandma was the reigning champion for five years in the 1950s, my mother clinched the second runner's up post a few years back. I myself had tried it each alternative year since I was fourteen, (some years I had other activities on) but always blundered or was disqualified. This would be my third time in it and my family was counting on me to score in the teenager's section.

As it is females who are under "distress", males have to guide them around the competition grounds, choose which tests/games to enter and dictate everything for the girl: what to wear and what restraints to wear each day etc. Total obedience towards the male sex in other words. Naturally it can be physically and mentally draining, but the prizes, usually money, were worth it. Anyway, as it was summer that meant summer clothing which helped as it was a scorching heat. Mum was dressed in a knee length thin strapped floral dress, the straps so thin that her beige bra straps were evident poking out. I was in a Y-back style peach-coloured top with a blue bra, jeans skirt and pink high waist knickers--don't ask me what colour pants mum wore!

I readjusted myself as the caravan chugged on. Yeah it was a caravan, consider the competition was across the week. We would live out of if although some families would be brave and stay in tents or simply lie on the grounds. No thanks! Just as I found a comfortable position with my hands behind me, the vehicle slowed down. What now?

"There's a police vehicle ahead," dad announced, as he brought the caravan to a stop. "Funny, I thought they knew the exact date of the festival." Boundonbury was supported by the national police but being an event with hundreds of thousands, they naturally hand a say over parts of the event. "Hello, officer," my dad answered, winding down the window.

"Inspection sir. All out of you out of the vehicle," he ordered. With help from my brother, I was guided out into the blazing heat of the day. "Inspection of all vehicles sir. It's to check for contraband and any prohibited items." For fifteen minutes all four of us were in the sun as dogs and officers searched our vehicle. I my have been bound and gagged before, but its still not easy to stand it with those on! Especially since I chose to wear heeled shoes--silly me.

"Sir, we'll have to do a pat down of each of you," the inspector said. Pat down?! "It's a compulsory one. You'll get a more thorough search before you enter the grounds." I really didn't the sound of that. Luckily, it was a female constable and she wasn't that rough, though she checked every area of my body! "Thank, sir, you're clean, move along."

"Well that's indeed new," dad said, as we re-entered the vehicle. Noticing my sweat on forehead, he reached for the small fridge and extracted to bottles. "Let's hydrate the girls," he told my brother. I was thankful for that and accepted the squeeze bottle of icy cold water, even though it lasted for a few seconds."Ooops," my brother said, as water dropped onto my nice top. I glared at him--based on the rules, we ladies were not allowed to talk at all, even un-gagged unless it was an emergency." We finally moved off and ten minutes later, we reached the festival's entrance.

TBC.
Last edited by vantran on Wed Mar 19, 2014 5:03 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Boundonbury

Postby xtc » Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:26 pm

Hmmm. Intriguing festival.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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It's sort of like...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Mar 16, 2014 5:00 pm

...the Bondage Olympics! All they would need is good TV coverage to make this perfect!... :lol:
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Re: Boundonbury

Postby LordNelson » Sun Mar 16, 2014 6:50 pm

Do many of the events end in ties? It only stands to reason that it's bound to happen sooner or later.

Re: It's sort of like...

Postby vantran » Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:10 am

Mister Mistoffelees wrote:...the Bondage Olympics! All they would need is good TV coverage to make this perfect!... :lol:


I'm sure there's a TV crew!

Re: Boundonbury

Postby vantran » Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:10 am

LordNelson wrote:Do many of the events end in ties? It only stands to reason that it's bound to happen sooner or later.


Oh there's always a winner.

Re: Boundonbury

Postby vantran » Mon Mar 17, 2014 1:18 pm

There was a short line up of vehicles but we managed to enter. "Park here," waved the man with his sign. Dad did so and with their help again, I got out. "Sir, as the police informed you, there's a thorough body search involved. The event was plagued by drug selllers and uruly groups in previous years so the authorities have ordered this."

"Search...all of this?" My dad raised his eyebrows. This was certainly something new for us.

"Yes, it may some distressing but it's to keep the fair clean from any criminal activity. This way please," the official indicated. With no other choice, we separated and I entered a line for teenaged girls. Two boys came forward and grabbed me by my arms. I recognised them; the were from my neighbouring and rival school. Great, they get to see me tied up and now strip search me?! The latter was thankfully was not to be but my heart sank as a young guy in medical coat stood in front of me. With my restraints and gag roughly removed---ow! I was told to undress. The next twenty minutes were really really humiliating as he searched my naked body all over, prodding even my vagina.

"All clean," she said and I rushed out, pulling up my underwear. Outside, mum's look gave the indication that she too suffered the same detailed search as I did. "Well, it's part and parcel of the whole event," Dad remarked. "Let's get a move on."

My younger brother responded by yanking my arms behind my back and tying a tight round of rope around my wrists. As much as I wasn't suppose to make noise, I twisted my head in protest. "Easy on your sister, Bryn; health and safety still applies."

"It's not the tightest of knots, dad," he replied. Liar, I thought. You do enjoy this moment don't you? Bryn had always to pick on me despite being younger. As a boy he was naturally taller and stronger than I was.

We finally reached the competition stands and dad announced our names. "Ah, yes Mr. Bebbinton, you family's back. You wife, a former competitor, I believe? And your daughter, well hopefully she gets through more rounds this time. You get the priority package, being old timers."

"Thanks," my father replied signing the rest of the declaration forms. Mum and I had two tags hooked around our necks like necklaces. These not only spelt out our names but had vital medical data on them just in case of emergencies. Numbers were also sprayed onto your arms. "These will only be removed at the end of Boundonbury and only using our special cream." In a way, it was like receiving a prisoner's number.

"All right, Bryn, it's exactly 3pm. You can take Sian and wonder off across the stall and we'll meet back at 6 pm at the 'van. Enjoy yourselves and score well but nothing too extreme. Remember, the safety and emergency codes. Good luck!" With that, he head off leading my bound and gagged mother away.


TBC

Re: Boundonbury

Postby vantran » Tue Mar 18, 2014 3:41 pm

"Come on prisoner, time to start the fun," my brother's hands dug into my bare arm. You lucky boy, I thought. Enjoy this moment.

All around us, families or couples were flooding in, girls/ladies naturally in restraints and gagged. Most of them were like me: bound with a simple rope and given a tape gag or OTM gag. A few had additional bindings around their arms, waists and breasts. Some had ball gags, bit gags, tube gags and the adult stuff. Well, you start with those if you want to go for the really advanced games. Every main or boy had clipboard with sheets attached to them. The rules were relatively simple: You spend the few days by participating in any stall to gather points. Some stalls give you points even if you don't win. Others may deduct points if you lose a game or are competing against other girls. At the last days, the top five scores will go through a series of challenges to see who will be the winner. I was in the late teens category, being a sixth former and just eighteen. Mum was in the fifties category. I don't think there was any woman above her early fifties in Boundonbury. You need great stamina.

"Hey, Sian, over here. You love these type of games. Good way to start," my brother literally turned me around and I saw a shooting type of game. "You get to shoot as many targets with bound hands within two minutes. Any dropping of the gun and you lose 100 points from your total."

Gee, that simple, I thought, as the plastic gun was positioned in my hands. "Three...two...one...go!"

I pressed and wildly shifted my hands around. "Go, Sian, Go!" I heard my brother yell over and over. Just as I thought everything was fine, a fly whizzed past my nose and I shifted, dropping the gun.

"Minus 100 points!" Came the shout, as the gun was pushed back into my quite sore hands. "Fifteen seconds left!"

The stall owner counted down and then yelled an ear-bursting stop. "And the winner is...Miss Sian Bebbinton! Congratulations!" I turned to see my brother getting his clipboard signed and a medal was clipped around my neck.

"Great job there, sis," my brother congratulated me, giving me a hug. I hate being hugged by him; he's like a a pincer grabbing a small morsel.

TBC

Re: Boundonbury

Postby vantran » Wed Mar 19, 2014 5:04 am

PS: I know Glastonbury Festival isn't a competition but a show case of music groups. I just adapted and changed the name.

Re: Boundonbury

Postby Sealherlips » Sat Mar 22, 2014 6:05 pm

LordNelson wrote:Do many of the events end in ties? It only stands to reason that it's bound to happen sooner or later.


Nelson, what would this board do without your wonderful puns?

Re: Boundonbury

Postby vantran » Sun Mar 23, 2014 3:30 am

Sealherlips wrote:
LordNelson wrote:Do many of the events end in ties? It only stands to reason that it's bound to happen sooner or later.


Nelson, what would this board do without your wonderful puns?


It's just a pun.