Herbert

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Mar 23, 2013 7:20 am

Herbert, 15 years old, was on his way to his aunt Krissies’ farm, to spend some time there. How long he would have to stay, would depend on his behaviour. He was kind of a wild child, and his parents thought spending some time on the farm once in a while would do him some good, and calm him down. It had in the past.
His behaviour always seemed to get worse as the spring went on, to get completely out of hand as the summer set in. The truth was; the only thing he was really looking forward to every year, was meeting his cousin Amanda, who was about his age, and to whom he had developed a massive, but hopefully as yet secret, crush over the past few years.
She in turn, had developed a love of everything made of denim and to which she could attach shoulder straps, as well as chequered shirts of all colours. He just may have had something to do with that, because he had a faint memory of one day seeing her wearing a ¾ length denim skirt with white shoulder straps, and a yellow-and-black chequered shirt, and telling her he liked it.
“Which do you mean? The skirt or the shirt?” she had asked.
“All of it; especially those shoulder straps of yours.” he had answered.
“Oh; you like ‘em, do you? A-ha, right; I see.” was her rather cryptic response.
“Mm; that, and being tied up, or tie someone else up with ropes.” he for some reason blurted out.
She gave him a long, hard look, which made him want to vanish. ‘Why did you have to go tell her that?” he scolded himself.
To his surprise, she calmly asked: “Any good at it? Tying someone up, I mean.”
He had to admit to not having had the chance to do either, and probably was no good at it, anyway.
“No? You wait here.” she said, and ran into the barn.

When she came back out, she was carrying a long piece of rope, which she handed to him.
“Here,” she said, “tie my hands with this. I can tell straight away, if you’re any good at it, or at least have the potential to be good!”
She held out her hands, keeping them parallel to each other; he wound the rope around them several times, and managed to make what you might call a knot, if you wanted to be nice.
Despite the apparent complexity of the binding, she managed to get free fairly quickly, using a combination of her fingers and teeth.
“You really have no experience at this, aren’t you?”
“Mm; told you so, didn’t I?” Herbert said, looking at his shoes, so she wouldn’t notice his embarrassment.
“Hey, you,” she softly said, pushing his chin up with one finger, “that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I was just as useless as you in the beginning. Then my mum showed me how to do it properly a few years back, and now I’m a genuine expert.”
He looked into her big, brown, doe-like eyes, and whispered: “I really want to be able to do it properly. Can you show me, please?”
She gave him the first of many hugs, as well as the first of many kisses on his nose, which was covered in freckles, smiled and said: “Course I can!”
He hugged her back, and whispered:” Thank you!”

She spent the next week or so, secretly teaching him (by first tying him, then letting him practice on her) different techniques to tie someone up; starting with a simple “wrists in front-tie”, gradually making it more and more difficult and complex.
By the end of the week, she congratulated him on having successfully completed “the basic course, with straight A: s”. However; when Amanda suggested:
“Let’s go ask mum if she got any further ideas.” Herbert froze.
“Do you think that’s such a good idea?” he asked.
“Course I do;” Amanda replied, “after all, she was the one who taught me; remember?”
He gave in, because he had found it to be as fun, or more, as he thought. “O.K; if you say so!” he agreed.
She put her hands behind her back, grabbed her elbows, and instructed him to tie her arms like that, which he did. Then he tied her knees together, put a handkerchief in her mouth, and tied a bandana around her head.
He grabbed her arm, took a deep breath to try to steady his nerves, and said: “O.K Mandy; here goes nothing!”

He found his aunt in the kitchen, preparing lunch.
“Erm, aunt?” he said in a trembling voice, suddenly feeling very unsure of her reaction. “What do you think?”
“Think, dear? About what?” she asked, still facing the sink.
“About what Amanda has been teaching me?”
“And exactly what has she been teaching you?” Krissie said as she turned around, saw what her daughter had been teaching him, lifting an eyebrow and letting out the single word:” Oh.”
She slowly walked around Amanda, taking in every last detail of the binding, testing the knots and the gag for tightness, asking in-depth questions on how and why things had been done in a certain way, finally giving him top marks on his work.

“So, that’s what you’ve been doing in the barn all day long, is it? She taught you how to tie her up, has she?” Krissie remarked.
“Well, yes.” Herbert said, adding defensively: “But she has tied me up several times too, to show me how it is supposed to be done.”
“And you claim to have learned this in a WEEK? You must have had prior knowledge!” The surprise in her voice was obvious.
“No, I really, honestly hadn’t; but what I did have was a good, patient tutor, whom in turn had had a good, patient one herself.” If his aunt’s voice had been full of surprise, Herbert’s was full of pride.
“M-hm: and you claim you are now able to get out of any predicament, she puts you in; is that right?”
“Pretty much I do, yes.”
Later, Herbert repined himself for not having foreseen his aunts’ next suggestion.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Herbert

Postby xtc » Sat Mar 23, 2013 9:57 am

Hmm. . . I wonder . . .
No I don't, I think I can guess.
Nice to read yor work again. Thanks.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Herbert

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:14 am

xtc wrote:Hmm. . . I wonder . . .
No I don't, I think I can guess.

Don't be too sure! I might surprise you. But then again; maybe not. ;-)
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Herbert

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Mar 23, 2013 10:27 am

Lasse first I would nothing and see what come next. I was sure what come. I think guess self as xtc, but now you can me surprise in way she do it. :)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Herbert

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:23 am

boundfan46 wrote:greatness again as always lasse, hope amandas mom ties her tight to show him how

Thy will, be done. I'm working on it.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Herbert

Postby SelenaGfan » Mon Mar 25, 2013 7:41 am

I would love to see Herbert tie and gag both Aunt & cousin then tickle their stockinged feet.

Re: Herbert

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Mar 25, 2013 8:09 am

lasse672000 wrote:Thy will, be done. I'm working on it.

Hallo Lasse wait to read it. :)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show