## Lauren part 5, Andy in the denim device

Post by charlie » Sat Sep 14, 2013 5:30 pm

[Lauren strikes again! -- Charlie]
Hi again from Lauren, my naughty but cuddly friends!
I was going to write about getting Glen into my TUGs, but a couple of fans privately let me know they wanted to hear about what I did to Andy next after his wonderfully naughty game which ended with him secretly watching me get myself off. This is a good time to also tell you about a little "textile engineering" project of mine. I had something I was eventually planning to surprise Glen with, but I thought it wise to test it thoroughly first, and I had exactly one available "test pilot": Andy.
I wanted something that could be used to restrain the arms of my "prisoner of love" that would be as secure and inescapable as a few well tied ropes but much quicker to put on. It would be even better if it looked very innocent and non-threatening. My unauthorized online research had given me a few ideas, but the final design was my own original work, and I was proud of it.
I wasn't exactly a world class seamstress, but my Mom and her sister (who was and still is a world class seamstress) had at least done a good job of teaching me to use a sewing machine. I obtained a supply of well worn but still useful denim from our family "rag bag". Most of it came from worn out jeans. I also got a couple of straps including the all important strong sliding adjustable buckles from a worn out book backpack.
We had plenty of extra heavy duty thread in Mom's sewing supplies. The last critical item I needed were a pair of strong, stiff plastic rods. Stored with some scrap lumber in the workshop, we had a bunch of red plastic stiffening rods from some vinyl siding when we had our house fixed up. They were perfect; they were fiberglass reinforced, and they flexed a little (like a fiberglass fishing pole), but they were much too strong to break by hand, They did cut just fine with a fine toothed hacksaw.
The final thing I needed were some measurements. I didn't have a good way to measure Glen directly without arousing suspicion. However, Glen and Andy were about the same size, and in a few cuddle sessions I was able to compare each of their arm lengths to my own, and also get a good idea of wrist circumferences. I didn't need things perfect; just close enough. Fortunately, Glen and Andy were close enough that it was easy for me to make a "one size fits both" design.
So off to Mom's sewing machine when I had plenty of time home alone. I used lengths of old jeans legs to make a pair of arm sized tubes. I folded and sewed one end of each one tightly shut. I sewed a couple more layers of denim over the closed end of each, to make them stronger and give them some padding.
The next piece was the cleverest part of my design. I started like I was going to make a denim belt, but I sewed it so I left two long thin open tubes in it. From my measurements, I had determined that about ten inches was the perfect length. I cut two pieces of the strong plastic rod and slipped it into the tubes. I sewed the ends tightly shut, and padded the whole thing with a second layer of denim.
The fiberglass reinforced plastic rods were kind of scratchy, especially at the ends. I didn't want them touching my prisoner's skin, so a third layer of denim went over the rough ends for good measure. The end result was something about the size and shape of a regular school ruler, but covered in denim and much too strong to break or even to bend much.
Final assembly consisted of sewing the two tubes together tightly, with the stiffening rods between them and the openings at opposite ends. The finishing touch was to use the old backpack straps with their sliding adjustable buckles to make cuffs that could be tightened around my prisoner's wrists while his hands were in the closed and thickly padded ends. I had also worked one extra pair of bands of denim into my design that would fold over the straps and buckles to keep everything neat.
I couldn't fully test my creation on myself, at least not without help, and I wanted to surprise Andy first. Just in case anyone should ever want to give me a taste of my own medicine (a very sweet tasting medicine indeed!), I did deliberatly make it adjustable enough to fit even somebody with thinner wrists like me. As was happening all too often that spring, private playtime was scarce, so my wonderful invention stayed hidden in my bottom dresser drawer (along with my favorite rope collection).
Finally the opportunity came. Our parents were once again gone on business until the next day. Andy had been out doing some outdoor work for an elderly neighbor (not the despised "Mrs. Figleaf"; this a very nice neighbor!). He was washing up in the shower, and I made my final preparations.
Andy finished his shower and put on gym shorts, his usual home attire in warmer weather. I think I've already told you my usual home attire in hotter weather, but this time I was actually dressed in summer clothes. Andy must have suspected something was up; the fact that I was dressed and not paying much attention to him would have been two big clues.
He came to my room and asked what I was up to. I told Andy I had just finished a sewing project. He asked if I would be modeling something for him soon, and I told him that actually he'd be modeling something for me. He rolled his eyes as usual, but he also smiled a little. I sensed that Andy was bored, and he wanted to "play" almost as much as I did.
I started with a reminder of just how naughty he had been to me in our last little game, and how he had promised me I could do anything I wanted to him next time. Then I told him to hold his right arm out. I pulled out my "denim device" and slipped his arm into one of the openings. I pulled it onto his arm, until his hand was all the way at the sewn shut end. Andy asked me if this was supposed to be the world's smallest straightjacket. I just smiled and told him he'd see soon enough.
Andy had some idea what was coming, and he held out his other arm. I told him to fold his arms behind his back. He hadn't expected that at all, but my "prisoner" obediently followed my orders. With Andy's arms behind his back, I put his left arm into the other tube and pulled it on all the way. Now Andy's arms were parallel, folded behind his back, with his right hand by his left elbow and his left hand by his right elbow.
I folded back the outer denim flaps to reveal the straps and buckles. I had them already buckled, but adjusted to be very loose so I'd easily be able to slip Andy's arms in. I pulled both adjusting straps up nice and snug. I folded the denim flaps back over the straps and buckles to keep them neat, keep the buckles from scratching or pinching, and make sure everything was thoroughly out of reach.
The whole operation only took about a minute. I asked Andy to try to take it back off. With the straps pulled snug around his wrists, he couldn't get his hands out, and the stiffener kept his arms neatly folded so he couldn't scrunch up the denim or get his fingers anywhere near any important parts. Also, his hands were almost completely useless trapped inside the multiple layers of denim.
I gave my loveable prisoner a big hug and just a gentle little tickle on his ribs. I told him he'd better hurry up and figure out how to get out of it or he'd be in for even worse things.
I was so excited about finally having Andy strapped into my creation that I got a bad case of the giggles. Andy told me I was the cutest captor he could ever imagine and he surprised me by knocking me over backwards onto my bed and pinning me down with his body, even while his arms were strapped behind his back. He kissed me and I hugged and kissed him back. We were both having so much fun; somehow everything just clicked; we were both in the perfect mood for this magic moment.
After I got my prisoner back "under control", I opened my "toy drawer". I held my hand over Andy's mouth and asked if he could breathe OK through his nose. He gave a muffled "uh hum". Of course he knew what was coming, but he offered no resistance. I popped my rubber ball into his mouth, pushed it way in, and took my medical tape and taped over it very thoroughly. I checked again to make sure he was breathing OK with his mouth all taped up, and he nodded he was fine.
More often as not, I was the "victim" who was asking for more, but now it was Andy's turn. I teased him a little and asked him if he wanted to wimp out and have me let him go now. He gave me an aggressive "no" head shake. I asked if he wanted it naughtier, and he nodded a "yes". "MUCH naughtier" I asked, and I got an unusually enthusiastic yes. I was so glad I had caught Andy when he was bored and playful.
The next things out of my drawer were three ropes. I teased more. "The nice thing about having your arms strapped behind you like that with your hands in my padded mittens that is that I don't have to worry about your naughty fingers getting to my knots.
I helped Andy up off my bed and he stood for me. I took the first rope, and I just started to loop it around his legs at his ankles, but I stopped. My fingers went into "tickle mode" and slowly worked their way up his outer legs and to his ribs. Andy expected a much worse tickle torture than he actually got at this point.
My fingers started heading back down, but before they got far they slipped into the elastic waistband of his gym shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. A second swift motion relieved Andy of his briefs too. I ordered him to step out and he immediately obeyed. I went back to the ropes, and in a couple of minutes I had Andy's legs tightly bound together. I got my big soft black sleep mask and tossed it to the foot of the bed near Andy.
I was thinking of blindfolding Andy with the sleep mask, but I thought it would be a shame not to show him just what he looked like. He was in the wrong place at the wrong angle to see himself in my full length mirror, and with his knees and ankles bound and cinched up tightly, he wasn't exactly going to take a leisurely stroll across my room.
So I put my arms around him in a big hug so he'd be safe and I could hold him tight if he started to fall. I had him hop over to my mirror like this. The trip was lots of fun; if you ever get the change to hug somebody naked and tied up while they hop, I highly recommend it.
Andy got to my mirror safely, and boy was he a sight. He looked himself over in the mirror, starting at the floor. Rope number one was neatly wound around his ankles and cinched up very snugly between his legs. Rope number two was similarly tied and cinched just below his knees. The third rope just above his knees completed his matching ensemble.
My rope tying skills work pretty good by this time. I used soft thick white nylon rope. It was way stronger than necessary, but the nice thing about the thick rope was that it spread out the force so it wouldn't cut in and hurt the prisoner, even if she or he struggled a lot. And when the prisoner was me, she definitely struggled very hard. The discovery that I really couldn't get out always helped to get me even more excited and turned on.
But back to poor Andy looking at himself in the mirror. Moving up from his knees, the next thing to be seen was his naked manhood. Andy was 18 now, and he had grown from a boy into a very handsome young man. His manly equipment was trimmed by beautiful soft brown fur. I saw Andy blush slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was really just as comfortable with his body as I was with mine, but he lacked my exhibitionist tendencies.
From the front view that the mirror offered Andy, the "denim device" was completely hidden behind his back. The casual observer would think he was simply standing with his arms folded behind his back.
Continuing up the view, we come to Andy's strong chest, which was starting to get furry too, although not so thick like his pubic hair.
Finally, the last noteworthy landmark on our body tour was Andy's face. His upper lip, cheeks, and chin were covered in white medical tape. From all that tape, it wasn't obvious that his mouth was filled with a rubber ball, but my prisoner's silence was striking.
I wanted to give Andy the rest of the view, so I hugged him again and had him hop around so his back was to the mirror. He looked back over his shoulder to see his bare behind and his denim clad arms and hands.
I told him it was finally time for me to get him back for all the naughty things he had done to me last time we had played. Of course he and I both knew I'd had the most fun of my life while he did those things to me, but "revenge" was a big part of our games. I told him that if anything I did was too much for him, he could just say "please stop". Of course with that ball taped in his mouth, he could barely even grunt.
With his arms strapped into the stiffened denim tubes, Andy couldn't even get them quite down to his waist. That left his whole behind completely uncovered and vulnerable. I gave him a pretty good spanking. Andy wasn't particularly into spanking, but it was fun for me to rub in just how exposed and helpless he really was. Also, my hands are small and soft so I know it didn't hurt much. I still did manage to give a little bit of pinkness to his bottom.
Next on my agenda was a tickle torture. With my fast little fingers and my years of practice I can drive Andy completely insane this way. I was planning on a particularly intense tickle session, and the last thing I wanted was for Andy to fall and hurt himself, so with another big hug I hopped him over to my bed and flopped him onto my bed on his back.
The way his arms were behind his back looked uncomfortable to me, so I sat him up and arranged my pillows under his back. Naughty little Lauren likes to keep her prisoners nice and comfortable during their torture sessions. I asked Andy if he was nice and comfy like that and he nodded a "yes".
I remembered Andy's "interrogation" of me about Glen while I was gagged with the rubber ball and tied to my bed topless in just my bikini bottoms. This time I happened to have something juicy to interrogate Andy about, and I decided that would be more fun than starting with a tickle torture.
A couple of months ago, Andy had taken notice of a girl in a school club we were in. Emma was a junior like me. Also like me, she liked the smart, handsome, quiet, shy guys (like Glen and Andy). Glen and I were known to be dating at school, but Andy was "unattached". When a club project needed a pair of volunteers, Emma asked Andy if he'd volunteer with her. I knew Andy had a big crush on Emma; he had admitted this to me months ago. Of course he couldn't turn down an offer like this.
Andy's nosy little sister knew something about the project, but it was time to get the whole story out of Andy. Now it was my turn to tease Andy with awkward and embarrassing questions, and my poor naked and helpless Andy had to nod or shake his head to answer yes or no. I started with the obvious stuff.
"So you really like that Emma from the club?" [nod]
"She's super cute, isn't she?" [nod]
"That was clever of her to volunteer you to clean up the storage room with her, wasn't it?"
I discovered that in addition to "yes" and "no", Andy had a third answer, as he shrugged his shoulders.
"That gave her plenty of unsupervised private time with you in that storage room off the stage, didn't it?"
Andy didn't respond at all to this one.
"Did she hug you and kiss you when she got you in there?" [after a long pause, Andy nodded]
"Did she do anything else to you?" [no response]
"Maybe pull down your pants just like your naughty little sister did?"
Andy blushed a little as he shook his head.
"Some of the shelves in the storage room are pretty high aren't they?" [nod]
"Did you have to use a ladder to reach them?" [nod]
"LIAR!" I was working on something else for the club, and the only possible ladder was folded up in the room with me that whole afternoon. Andy had been caught. I told Andy that since he had been caught in a lie, he was due for a severe tickle torture. With his arms strapped behind him in my diabolical denim device, he was very vulnerable.
My fingers went to work. Andy's sensitive ribs and his even more sensitive tummy were my prime targets, with an occasional detour to his feet. On the way back and forth my fingers went up and down his legs. I'd tickle him up to the edge of his most sensitive manly places, just enough to tease him even more and remind him I really could do absolutely anything I wanted with him without really touching him "there".
Andy thrashed wildly on my bed as I tickled him. He struggled for all he was worth, but my arm restraint proved to be inescapable. When I'd finally decided I'd given Andy enough, I stopped the tickle torture and went back to my interrogation.
I actually knew a little more of what had gone on in that storage room than I had let on. Another girlfriend of mine from the club had walked by the storeroom and seen Andy and Emma in there, and I had gotten a full report. It was all good natured; I liked Emma a lot, and I was glad she and Andy were taking an interest in each other. But back to my interrogation.
"You lied about using a ladder, didn't you?" [slow, sheepish nod]
"Emma knew how to get to those high shelves, didn't she?" [no response]
"You let her sit on your shoulders, didn't you?" [slow, sheepish nod]
"Did you pick her up by her cute little butt?" [no response]
"Did she just climb up you like a tree?" [no response]
I told Andy I remembered cleanup day. In particular, I remembered how Emma was wearing a cute tiny little spaghetti strap top and tight little short shorts. I teased Andy even more. "I saw how you were looking at Emma."
"Did you like the way those tight shorts showed off her cute little bottom?" [nod]
I turned around and wiggled my own bottom at Andy.
"She's skinny but she has some nice curvy padding."
"She felt nice and soft and warm up on your shoulders, didn't she?" [another nod]
"Did she rub herself against the back of your neck?" [no response]
"I'll be she wanted something of yours besides your neck between her legs!"
I was probably being a little too mean, but Andy had it coming after what he had done to me. I picked up the phone and pretended to dial.
"Hi Emma, this is Lauren. I have a big surprise for you that you'll really like! Yes indeed, my surprise is Andy; how did you ever guess? You'd like to talk to him? Oh, I'm sorry, he's tied up and he can't come to the phone now! Ha ha ha!"
"Hey Andy, do you think you could deal with two wild women at once? You know I've always been good about sharing my toys, even my favorite ones of all."
I pounced on Andy and cuddled him close to me. "You could get snuggled up between us; you'd stay so nice and warm." I started to sing... "And the Northern girls with the way they kiss ... They keep their boyfriends warm at night". I kissed Andy on his chest and his forehead and cuddled him close again. "I really should get Emma over here; she'd have so much fun with you like this, and I'm sure you'd love every second of it!"
I'm out of time for writing now, so I'll stop here for now. Of course my poor sweet helpless Andy will still be tied up for my further tickling and teasing when I get a chance to write up the next part. I promise you it will be naughtier than this one.
Hugs! -- Lauren

### Re: Lauren part 5, Andy in the denim device

Post by Zaphod » Sat Sep 14, 2013 6:17 pm

Another excellent story! I'm really looking forward to what happens next to Andy.

### Re: Lauren part 5, Andy in the denim device

Post by Sealherlips » Sat Sep 14, 2013 10:29 pm

Please continue soon! When will the next part arrive?

### Re: Lauren part 5, Andy in the denim device

Post by canuck100 » Wed Sep 18, 2013 6:39 pm

Andy is quite a lucky guy! I'd love to be in a similar situation. It also makes me wonder if Emma will eventually join in for some tugs... Can't wait to read about Glen's introduction to tugs as well. I hope you have many more stories to tell once this one is finished.