kidnapping cousins 3a

Postby hosieryhostage » Wed Sep 29, 2010 8:26 pm

hey all

apologies for the confusing title but this tale occurs between 3 and 4, kind of, it was over 20 years ago, at least i think this is how it happened. I was around 16, Laura (my cousin), 15. We lived close to each other and were close friends - we also shared a love for bondage/kidnap games which we had enjoyed together for several years previously.

Being around the same age it was decided by our parents to be a good idea to escort our gran down to Torquay for a 2 week holiday - my sister now lived there and she had plenty of room for the three of us. Air travel in those days was not an option, rail was - an 9 hour journey lay ahead. By this time Laura was kidnapping me regularly and had made me wear her tights on a few occasions. it was no surprise in the run up to the journey/holiday when she told me I would be wearing her tights often, certainly on the train journey and whenever possible after that. Of course I protested, if she made me wear tights on the journey down it would be uncomfortable and possibly our gran would notice - she replied she would be wearing tights too on the journey down (with a short skirt), and our gran would never notice if I wore natural tights under my jeans with long socks.

Sure enough on the day we were to leave my cousin appeared at my door ten minutes early...in my bedroom she pulled a pair of natural tights from her pocket, she grinned, "put them on now or I'll tell everyone about the photos I took a while back." Of course i protested but she merely stuck to her guns, put on the tights or she would tell my pals about me wearing tights and show them the photos of me tied up wearing tights. She was a total bitch and insisted on staying in my bedroom as I removed my trainers, socks, jeans and put on her tights, followed by my socks, jeans and trainers. She, by the way, was wearing her usual attire - flat red shoes, glossy tan tights, denim shorts, white t shirt and a red cardi. As soon as my socks and shoes were on hiding my nylons, she acted as if everything was normal.

The journey down was pretty long and uneventful, except me wearing tights under my jeans, which got a little uncomfy, and Laura crossing and uncrossing her glossy nyloned legs in front of me as often as she could without arousing suspicion. We arrived at our destination without anyone noticing our little secret - namely I was being blackmailed into wearing tights by my younger cousin, who revelled in the Dominatrix role - she would check i was still wearing her tights (discretely) if I went to the loo.

My sister had been living in Torquay for a couple of years and was working as a PA for a law firm, she had a spare bedroom (where my gran and Laura were to sleep) and a couch in the living room (my bed). Torquay is a lovely town and after we arrived (and I handed my cousin her tights which she had made me wear) we had a lovely first few days on holiday. The only time my cousin had to make me wear tights was at night, she would leave a pair in the laundry basket for me (which was in the bathroom), I had to go in last thing at night and put them on, ready for her (discrete) inspection at bedtime and first thing in the morning. She didnt make me wear her tights during the day as it was pretty hot although she wore glossy tan tights with shorts (it was the 80s!).

Then on the second day of our holiday came some bad news - our grans sister had passed away. Obviously my Gran had to travel home for the funeral, and my sister wanted to return home to pay her respects - the only problem was me and Laura. It was decided that air fare was too expensive for the four of us and that me and Laura should remain in Torquay, after all I was 16 and Laura was 15, we were adults.

I kind of had a funny feeling in my stomach when I was told my gran and sister would be flying home, leaving me and Laura in Torquay. They would only be away for 2 days, but still I kind of knew what was in store. I swear Laura and I didnt say a word to each other, but when the taxi beeped its horn at 7am and my sister and gran kissed us both goodbye, we both knew exactly what was about to happen.

Funnily enough neither my gran or sister noticed that Laura was wearing glossy tan hosiery underneath her fluffy pink dressing gown, kind of odd for a 15 year old girl in the middle of summer on the English Riviera? i closed the door, Laura was smiling, "whats so funny?" I asked, "Oh nothing" she replied, "except now I can tie you up and make you wear tights whenever I want!!", came the reply. She locked the door with the key and put the key in her dressing gown pocket - "Now you're my bitch!!" she laughed. She twisted my arm behind me and pushed me back towards the bedroom - I was bigger and stronger than Laura but over the past few months she had certainly developed the stronger personality and will, her hand was over my mouth as her other hand twisted my arm behind me.

Once we entered my sisters bedroom she shoved me onto the bed - she untied the fluffy dressing gown letting it fall to the floor, revealing a black satin short nightdress with those glossy tan tights. "I hope you like this outfit cus, because this is what you're wearing tonight!"

"No fu#### way" I was about to shout when she jumped on top of me, managed to roll me over, produced a pair of tights from God knows where and proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back. Of course, if it was a matter of life and death I would have struggled, but with Laura wearing those tights and satin nightdress, and tying my wrists with tights, i didnt struggle too hard. She rolled me over onto my back and sat on top of me, both of us panting after the initial struggle. As always she looked beautiful, evil yet playful, "gotcha now cus, you're mine until teatime on Thursday (it was only Tuesday morning, 2 and a half days away). She clamped both hands over my mouth and put her head next to mine, her eyes boring into mine, "promise to do everything i say until gran and your sister come back?". I was hardly in a position to refuse and meekly nodded my head.

"Good boy, that pleases me, now we can do everything I've been thinking of.........oops silly me, you dont know what that is, do you?" she asked playfully, I shook my head. " Well", she started slowly, "you know that I enjoy tying you up and making you wear tights....", I nodded as best I could with her hands over my mouth, " Well, ...erm.......I cant think of anything else that I'd rather do to be honest!! When Gran suggested I keep her company on her holiday, I suggested you should come too. She wasnt sure at first but I persuaded her, and your sister of course, that it was a great idea! I didnt know quite how it would work out but I knew at the very least I could make you wear tights under your trousers, and at night time too! But with our dear great aunt passing away, it honestly couldnt have worked out more perfectly, now I have you all to myself for 2 days!!. I mmppphhhedd and tried to shake my head from her grasp, attempted to free my bound wrists, but it was useless, over the past few months/years she had become adept at tying knots.

"shhh shhh dafty, just lie back and enjoy. You dont have any other choice to be honest" she laughed. Quickly she released her hands from over my mouth, but just as quickly she had reached into a bedside drawer and grabbed a handful of nylon, quickly nylons were stuffed into my mouth (it felt like two pairs of tights), and a further pair of tan tights tied over my mouth and around my head several times, tied tightly in a double knot. No sooner had she finished than she was at my legs, using a pair of tan tights to tie my ankles together, again cinching and knotting them off tightly.

I was now helpless, but she wasn't finished. Another pair of tights were used to bind my already bound wrists, then a tan stocking was pulled over my head down to my neck, followed by a final pair of tights tying my torso to the bedframe.

She stood up to admire her handiwork, "Ha ha, your gran and sister aren't gone ten minutes and look at the state of you!! Oh well, only two and a half days of being my hostage to go. And don't get any ideas of escaping, you'll be tied up in the shower and when you have to go the loo as well, dont worry babe, I've thought of everything! I've been dreaming of this for a few years now, you being my hostage, and you know what, I'm only 15, you've got the rest of your life to go yet sugarplum!!"

She got up and left the room, my nyloned head followed her black silk and tan nylon silhouette until she vanished.

Re: kidnapping cousins 3a

Postby fratboydanny » Thu Sep 30, 2010 5:01 am

very nice story. thanks sooo much for sharing. as one into tights in a roleplay/superhero context, it helps me appreciate your story even more.

Re: kidnapping cousins 3a

Postby Crazyman2774 » Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:14 am

I am still waiting for this one to be finished... :(

Re: kidnapping cousins 3a

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:43 am

Hallo I also hop that It can read the end one day.
Andrew

Re: kidnapping cousins 3a

Postby milagros317 » Fri Mar 18, 2011 3:45 am

Yes, it would be great to read the end of this story. :D

Re: kidnapping cousins 3a

Postby Crazyman2774 » Tue May 10, 2011 8:02 am

Ever gonna be an end?