## Going Rogue: A Daughters Life (F/FF)

Post by LordNelson » Thu Apr 24, 2014 11:42 am

Being the daughter of a high level politician can be a pain in the ass. Not only is your mother’s life constantly under scrutiny but so is yours. As a result you are expected to behave in a responsible manner at all times which is contrary to being a normal teenager. When Bristol looked into the mirror she didn’t see the sixteen year old privileged daughter of the new Governor of Alaska. What she saw was someone who just wanted to grow up her own way which was often in conflict with what her mother expected.
That morning they once again disagreed and once again they had heated words. It was an argument that couldn’t be settled because both sides thought they were right. It ended when Bristol stormed out of her mother’s office. Sitting in her bedroom she was angry and she wanted to get back at her mom. It was a feeling she often felt before; a feeling which usually faded away. This time it was a feeling that she was going to act on. The last thing Sarah had said to Bristol motivated her to show her mom just how rebellious she could be.
Being the mother of a teenage daughter can be a pain in the ass. Not only do you have to fulfill the requirements of your job and the needs of your family but you also have to provide guidance to a girl who is just starting to find her place in the world. It was guidance that wasn’t always welcome. When Sarah looked at Bristol she saw her pretty daughter who was rapidly becoming a woman. What she also saw was a liability that had to be kept in check.
That morning Bristol once again rejected her advice and once again they argued. It was a dispute that Sarah knew couldn’t be resolved because for any other mother the issue would have been trivial but unfortunately the daughter of a governor is held to a higher standard. When Bristol walked away angry, which was quite often, she always came back later to settle the dispute. This time though Sarah had lost her temper. As Bristol stormed from the room Sarah shouted at her ‘What will it take to keep you under control? Do I have to tie you up and gag you?’
Bristol was not a typical teenage girl. Growing up in Alaska as a member of a family that loves to hunt and fish gave her a set of skills that most girls don’t have. When she was young she enjoyed the outdoors and eagerly learned the many things that were required to live and play in the wilds of Alaska. As she got older her interests became more typical of a teenager; music, fashion, boys. It was this drift away from the family values that caused the most friction with her mom. Now those old skills were going to come in handy.
The argument that morning had been about dressing appropriately. Bristol had wanted to go out wearing an extremely tight hot pink t-shirt, a black mini-skirt and black leather boots. Angry words were exchanged and Sarah had made the comment that implied Bristol was out of control. Bristol was pissed off and decided to get her mom “under control”.
The first part of Bristol's plan was to get dressed in that outfit. The t-shirt was quite snug and highlighted her generous bosom. The tight skirt did an equally good job of putting her nicely curved bottom on display. Last of all was what her mom called “hooker boots”. The knee high black leather boots made her sexy legs look even better. Then she set about getting the rest ready.
Sarah sat in her office doing the things that governors do. She liked to work from home. When she left the house on official business she would dress in attire more appropriate for a governor but until then she was dressing casual. Today she was wearing a pale yellow blouse, a green skirt with a floral pattern and was bare foot.
Bristol completed her preparations more quickly than she had expected. The various things her mom and dad had taught her years ago came back to her easily and she found that she would be ready before lunch. That worked out to her advantage. Making lunch for her mom would appear to be a peace offering when it was in fact just a ruse to get her out of her office.
Bristol had just one more thing to take care of before putting her scheme into motion. Fifteen minutes later when that was done she was in the hallway outside of Sarah’s office. She paused for a moment to review all of her preparations. She went over a mental checklist and was satisfied that she was ready. The whole set up hinged on one critical step but other than that the rest should be easy.
She took a deep breath to calm her nervousness and put her head around the corner of the doorway. She wanted to keep her body, and the offending outfit, out of sight. ‘Hey mom’ she said ‘are you just about ready for some lunch?’
‘I just have one thing to finish up first. I’ll be about five minutes.’ Bristol couldn’t see it but Sarah was smiling. She was pleased that her daughter had put their differences aside and she was looking forward to a more pleasant conversation over lunch. She had no idea that there was going to be slight delay before eating.
‘I’ll be serving lunch in the living room, meet me there’ said Bristol. She hustled off to await her mother’s arrival. The dining room did not have the floor space needed for the ambush that she had planned. The living room was perfect.
Bristol did a quick inventory of her gear. The snare was set in the doorway, her lasso was handy, the ropes she needed were neatly coiled and placed within easy reach and the gag was ready. She had been taught how to catch small game by her parents and she was going to use that knowledge to capture a much bigger target; her mother.
When Sarah had said “Do I have to tie you up and gag you?” Bristol was totally offended. It was enough that she already had severe restrictions on her behavior and the way she dressed but the thought of physical restraint, even if her mom wasn’t serious, really pissed her off. It was time to show her mom just how hurtful those words were.
As Sarah walked down the hallway towards the living room Bristol stood ready just out of sight. The success of the capture relied on the next few seconds. The snare, just inside the doorway, was a larger version of a foot hold trap her dad had shown her for catching small game. It is normally made of strong wire but Bristol had constructed hers with a thin nylon rope so that her mom wouldn’t get cut when it tightened.
In the forest the snare would have been hidden under leaves but that wasn’t possible indoors. Bristol had to leave it in plain view on the floor which meant that she was going to have to distract Sarah so that she wouldn’t see it and step into it. There was also one other modification that Bristol was quite proud to have thought of. The trap would normally rely on a bent sapling to spring up when the snare was tripped and pull the noose tight around the prey’s foot. Bristol had tied it to the leg of an armchair. Once Sarah’s foot was in the noose Bristol would tip the chair over and it would pull the rope tight.
Just as Sarah came into the room Bristol stepped out from where she was hidden knowing that the sight of her outfit would distracting enough to keep her mom from seeing the snare. Sarah stepped into the noose and Bristol placed her foot against the chair and pushed.
The foot snare was supposed to stop her mom long enough for Bristol to drop a lasso over her to immobilize her arms. It didn’t go quite as planned. First off all Sarah had both feet in the noose so as it closed it pulled her ankles together putting her off balance. Secondly the rope was a bit shorter than Bristol had planned. It went tight before the chair hit the floor so as it continued to fall it pulled Sarah’s feet out from under her and she dropped towards the floor.
Bristol was ready with the lasso in one hand and the loose end in the other. Her quick reaction saved Sarah from a possible injury. She dropped the lasso over Sarah as she fell and held onto the rope firmly. Sarah’s drop pulled the loop tight just below her boobs and across her elbows pinning her arms to her sides. Bristol hung on as Sarah stopped an inch from the floor. The jolt of the sudden stop tightened the loop even more.
Bristol lowered Sarah to the floor and quickly pounced on her. She crossed Sarah’s wrists behind her and using the loose end of the lasso she tied a diagonal lashing. It’s normally used to tie two crossed poles together when building a shelter but it works just fine when tying someone up. Ironically it was her mom had shown it to her when she was young.
Then she turned and un-tied the end of the snare from the chair leg. In spite of Sarah’s struggling the snare had remained tight around her ankles because Bristol’s dad had shown her how to make it using a slip knot that kept it from loosening. Using this rope she tied Sarah’s ankles together with a sheer lashing. Again it was Sarah who had taught her how to tie it.
Then Bristol picked up a pair of triangular bandages she had taken from her wilderness first aid kit. One of them she had left neatly folded. The other she had opened up and refolded into a long thick dressing called a narrow bandage which was ideal for a cleave gag.
Up until now Sarah had calmly negotiated with Bristol trying to talk her out of what she was doing. She hadn’t struggled much thinking that her composed reasoning would resolve the situation. When she saw that Bristol was about the stuff the first bandage into her mouth she changed her tactics and called for help.
‘Willow! Come here’ she yelled loudly to her other daughter ‘mommy needs you.’
‘Don’t waste your breath’ said Bristol as she stuffed the large wad into Sarah’s mouth. ‘I went to see Willow earlier to ask if she wanted to help me. She didn’t think it was a good idea.’ As she tied the cleave tight forcing the wad deep into Sarah’s mouth she said ‘I couldn’t have her warning you so right now she’s lying on her bed tied up. It was good practice before tackling you.’
Sarah had been able to remain composed until now. Being tied up by an upset daughter was something that she thought she could deal with but knowing that she had also tied up her sister was disturbing. Willow was only twelve and had to be frightened. Her protective mothering instincts kicked in and she began to struggle with all she had to get free.
Another thing that Bristol had been taught about lashings was that if they are under stress they will eventually loosen up. Spreading the stress across several lashings can prevent that from happening. Close at hand she had a number of additional ropes. She rolled Sarah onto her back and lifting her legs slightly she added lashings above and below Sarah’s knees. Then she reinforced the lasso around Sarah’s torso by adding several more layers of rope above and below her boobs and cinching it under her arms.
When she was done she leaned her mother against the couch. Sarah glared at her. She was angry and Bristol knew it. It was time to talk.
‘You yelled at me this morning. We may argue but we never yell at each other. That tells me you were out of control. This is how you said you were going to keep me under control so I’m just applying the same solution to you to see how you like it.’
Sarah listened carefully. It was the logic of an angry teen so it didn’t entirely make sense. Bristol had over reacted which Sarah could identify with; she had done it several times herself when growing up but not to the extent of a physical altercation. As a politician Sarah had learned that sometimes people just needed to express their concerns even if, as in Bristol’s case, they didn’t pick the best way to do it.
Now that the excitement of the capture was over and Bristol had said what she wanted to say she began to settle down. Sarah could see that she was calmer and held out hope that now that Bristol had made her point she would release her. Remembering the rope skills from her youth had also reminded Bristol of something else from her childhood.
‘When I was little and I was bad’ she told Sarah ‘you used to give me a time out. I had to sit quietly for half an hour. By my calculation you have about twenty minutes left. That should give me just enough time to make lunch.’ Bristol went to the kitchen.
As soon as Bristol left the room Sarah tested her bonds. It was as she suspected; there wasn’t any hope of getting free. When the family went camping Bristol's shelters were always the most difficult to take apart afterwards because the knots were always perfect and tight. Sarah’s bindings were no exception. Sarah had been proud of her daughter’s talent with a rope but had never suspected that she would put it to use in this way.
She then tried to remove the gag by rubbing it against the couch she was leaning on. The bandages were made of cheap cotton which left her mouth dry and tasting of lint. Unfortunately for Sarah the coarse fabric was excellent at holding knots and had no stretch at all so the gag wouldn’t budge.
She stopped her attempts to escape and thought about the situation while waiting for Bristol to return. If she was to ignore the fact that her daughter had reduced her to a helpless captive there were a few positives to the current state of affairs.
Bristol had not only remembered what she had been taught but had applied the knowledge correctly. Her innovations to the snare had worked. The lasso was a good idea and greatly helped in subduing her victim. Bristol had used the appropriate lashings for the arms and legs. Using the bandages for a gag was clever.
As for her actions they too had a positive side. Bristol had an issue that was bothering her and acted to resolve it rather than ignoring it. She may have been a touch too aggressive but in Sarah’s opinion aggressive was better than passive. Crafting an elaborate scheme and executing it showed creativity. Voicing her grievances once her subject was restrained showed an ability to communicate effectively. And last of all applying the thirty minute time limit and using the time to make lunch displayed an aptitude to efficiently schedule and multitask.
In the short time that she sat bound and gagged on the living room floor, using the compassion that only a mother can show, Sarah managed to forgive Bristol for most of her transgressions. The only outstanding matters were the binding of Willow and the interruption of Sarah’s work day. These were items that would be dealt with later.
After thirty minutes Bristol returned and un-tied Sarah. In the interest of diplomacy Sarah volunteered to go get Willow; if Bristol were to go her presence might be greeted with hostility on Willow’s part. Sarah entered the bedroom to the sight of Willow, still in her pajamas, hogtied and gagged on the bed. She had been tied up with a long skipping rope and gagged with pair of white tights. A white sweat sock had been stuffed into her mouth.
When Sarah entered the dining room without Willow Bristol asked ‘Where is she?’ ‘As soon as I un-gagged her she started to blame me for being tied up. She said it was my fault that you were upset. I gagged the ungrateful little bitch again and left her there. It seems she’s pissed off with both of us so we may as well have lunch in peace and then we’ll flip a coin. The loser is going to have to untie her.’
That night in bed Bristol was lying wide awake on her back and staring at the ceiling. She was thinking about the conversation she had with her mother over lunch about what she had done. She still couldn’t believe that Sarah was willing to forget about most (but not all) of it. Normally she would have rolled onto her side and fallen asleep quickly but that was difficult to do when you are tied spread eagle to the bed posts. It was her punishment for tying up her sister. She agreed with her mother on one thing though; the bandages did make an awful gag.
As Sarah lay in bed she still had one more item to resolve with Bristol. It was a long standing family policy that if you do something wrong you do it over again until you get it right. Since Bristol had planned perfectly except for disrupting her work day that meant that Bristol was going to have to tie her up again at a more convenient time. Sarah smiled because she knew that it wasn’t necessary and it hardly amounted to punishment but she was really looking forward to doing it again.
Last edited by LordNelson on Thu Apr 24, 2014 3:00 pm, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Going Rogue: A Daughters Life (F/FF)

Post by LordNelson » Thu Apr 24, 2014 11:55 am

When I read the comment by danusri;
"Just wondering? Am I the only one fantasizing about Mrs. Palin tied up barefoot?"
it inspired me to write a story. I also find her rather attractive and enjoyed the idea of her being tied up so I thought I would do something about it.
About the same time as I found his posting I also found this bit of art which looks remarkably like the characters in the story.

### Re: Going Rogue: A Daughters Life (F/FF)

Post by bound-black-girl lover » Thu Apr 24, 2014 6:59 pm

ALWAYS LOVE stories of women capturing other women and also younger/smaller capturing bigger/older!

### Re: Going Rogue: A Daughters Life (F/FF)

Post by hujikelmop » Fri Apr 25, 2014 6:31 am

This was a fantastic story! I'd love to read more about any adventures the Palin's get up to

### Re: Going Rogue: A Daughters Life (F/FF)

Post by danusri » Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:00 am

nicely done, love the way u use the daughter's revenge factor "bringing back the punishments" mom gave her when she was a kid etc. all powerfull mom now at the mercy of her daughter.. nice...

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### Re: Going Rogue: A Daughters Life (F/FF)

Post by LordNelson » Fri Apr 25, 2014 4:56 pm

> hujikelmop wrote:This was a fantastic story! I'd love to read more about any adventures the Palin's get up to

The Palin's have a lot of potential so I have a feeling we will be seeing accounts of their future adventures.

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Post by The Wrapster » Fri Apr 25, 2014 6:55 pm

A clever story, good sir! If there are more tales I will read them with great interest.

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Post by jennybond » Sat Apr 26, 2014 6:46 am

Good story
It only gets tighter if you struggle...