Postby Daniel » Thu Nov 08, 2007 12:26 pm
Mary lee Part II
I slowly opened the door and there was Mary lee still bound at ankles and knees with her wrists tied tightly behind her back. The gag looked even tighter now, than when I applied it over 10 minutes ago. I had left Mary lee in a kneeling position, she was now laying face down on the bed, and her legs were in a long, tense type of position. I could see that the young, sleek muscles in them were standing out. I attributed that to the intense struggling she must have done after I had left her alone. I had noticed her legs in the past; while not as long and defined as Eileen's, they were still some awesome gams for a 13 year old girl. Plus her pink short shorts and matching pink ankle socks helped to highlight both her legs and cute butt.
As soon as Mary lee saw me she started to squirm and frantically mew behind the extremely tight, white gagging cloth jammed in her mouth. I could tell by the frantic look in her eyes that something was wrong. (Other than the fact that she was helplessly tied and gagged by her best friend's older brother.) I asked her if everything was ok and did I need to untie her. (It would have crushed me to do so, but, I had to keep telling myself that this was just a game and these girls were only 13 years old and could get scared at any moment at the "game.")
Mary lee just answered my question with more frantic "mmmppphhing". I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to turn her over on her back. (For some reason I thought that she didn't want to be face down on the bed, but couldn't turn her-self over.) Boy was I ever wrong at this assumption. When I tried to turn her over she really went wild and her frantic gag talk came out as "ma blotthhh cam undothh uthigh ma hanth".
I quickly started working to un-gag her. I guess I didn't realize how well I had gagged her. It took me a good 2 or 3 minutes to work the tightened knots from the back of her neck. It didn't help that her long beautiful hair was a mess from her athletic like struggling. Finally when I had the gag loose she just kind of gasped for air and giggled.
I was worried about her welfare but Mary lee explained the problem to me. She said, "Alex, please untie my hands, my blouse popped open and I need to re-button it."
My immediate thought was to ask her if I could flip her over and re-button it myself but, I fought the urge and quickly untied her wrist.
She asked me to turn around while she buttoned up. I reluctantly did so. I then realized that I could easily just look in the dresser mirror to see all that I wanted to see, but, I really didn't feel like that was appropriate; plus I guess I was afraid of getting caught. I had no way of knowing what Mary lee's reaction would be. So, I just averted my eyes until she told me the cost was clear. (I guess I should mention that Mary lee's blouse was one of those sleeveless tank top type of deals, except it had both a collar and buttons all the way down in front. It was white, in color.)
I turned around and was met with an awesome sight. Here was a blond "Marcia Brady" look alike kneeling on the bed dressed in a tank top and short shorts, un-gagged, freed wrists, but still tied at her knees and ankles. Mary lee looked at me and outstretched both her arms and exclaiming "ta-da."
I told her to sit at the edge of the bed so we could talk.
She did as I asked.
I sat next to her (pretty close I might add). She didn't seem to mind. I asked her if she was ok with this game.
She went on to tell me that one time when she was babysitting she let the two little boys tie her to a chair. She admitted that my gagging was the first time that anyone had ever done that to her. She went on to say that she could have freed her wrists of the rope at any time, but, stayed "tied-up" for the boys for one half hour, so they would eventually go to bed. She also mentioned that the boys had tried to put a piece of tape over her mouth, but she wouldn't allow them to do so.
"So how come you let me gag you," I asked.
She looked at me and laughed, "like you gave me much of a choice Mr. burglar." With that she gently grabbed my arm and shook it to make her point. (I kind of liked that)
"Ready to continue being a kidnap victim?" I asked her.
She looked at me; I thought that for sure she would say that she was tired with the whole ordeal. "Since when does a burglar ask permission to tie up his victims?†She inquired.
I was ecstatic with that response but, remained cool' "ok." I said, "I want you to comb your hair and put it in a ponytail, so it won't get in the way again."
Mary lee did as I asked, getting up and hopping over to my mothers dresser. (Remember, her knees and ankles were still tightly tied with torn bed sheets. I watched as she stroked her long blond hair with the brush. It was really the first time that I had watched a young girl combing her hair (other than my sister) I found it quite enjoyable. After about 4 or 5 minutes of this. I walked up behind Mary lee as she was just finishing pulling her hair back and knotting a rubber band in the ponytail.
I said, "Ok. Good looking, we are going for a walk, so you can rejoin your little friend in the other room."
Mary lee took the cue and went right back into her damsel in distress type of character. "You won't hurt me will you" she pleaded.
“Not if you co-operate and don't give me any trouble.â€
"I'll be good", she promised.
"Here's the deal, I am going to untie your legs for right now, if you try and run or scream you'll be in big trouble, understand? Her only response was a frightened looking nod of the head. (At this time I realized that during our whole conversation we were looking in each other's eyes through the mirror. For some reason I found this extremely cool.) At this point I stooped down and started to unwind her ankles. Mary lee kind of shifted her weight and moved a little bit. Without even thinking I gently put my hand on the back of one of her bare thighs.
In my best most intimidating burglar voice I barked, "Hey, no moving around I told you." During this whole sentence I kept my hand on the back of her upper thigh, with the pretence of steadying her. "You have some very nice legs. Are you a dancer?"
Mary lee just smiled.
"OK sweetie", I said, "we have to get you into the other room. There is any number of ways to do this."
Mary lee interrupted. "We could do something real silly, and walk," she giggled.
I sternly looked at her. "That precisely is the kind of comment that will get you in a load of trouble young lady."
"Sorry," she cowered.
"Here are the options," I began to explain (by the way' we were still talking to each others ‘mirror images.’ I could tell that Mary lee thought this was rather unusual too.) “#1...I could tie you up again with bound legs and carry you, either like a husband carries a bride over the threshold. I could carry you over my shoulder. I could just tie your hands behind your back and let you walk with or without a leash around your neck (by the look in her eye she was opposed to that idea) or we could do the "abduction dance."
Mary lee took the bait perfectly when she inquired, "Alex, just what is the "abduction dance?"
I took my cue and very quickly put my hand over her mouth. Mary lee was very surprised at this action and let out an involuntary "mmmppphhhfff" sound. She brought her hands up touch mine. I looked in the mirror and remember thinking to myself that this particular instant in time was the very best of my 16 years on this earth so far. I looked in the mirror, right in the eyes of this beautiful 13-year-old girl. Her big blue eyes were wide and temporarily fearful as I held her mouth closed. It took all of 5 seconds for her to settle down. I quickly took my other arm and dragged both her arms down, pinning them to her sides as I held her from behind, with my left arm holding them at her waist.
I didn't want this moment to ever end. I pulled her close to me rather tightly. I got rather close and whispered in her ear that it was time to go see her friend in the other room. Mary lee seemed to enjoy me whispering in her ear (or maybe it just tickled), as she made half hearted squirms to escape my grasp. Throughout all this her eyes were expressive and wide, as she tried to talk behind my gagging hand
As we left the room I carried Mary lee with great ease. Her feet didn't even touch the carpet for the first 10 or so feet. Because I didn't want this moment to ever end I stopped at the bathroom mirror, so we could both see what a cute "couple" we made. What should have been a 1 minute walk turned into about a 3 minute "dance", with Mary lee perfectly acting the part of a distressed kidnap victim.
When we finally got to my little sister's bedroom door, I temporarily let loose of Mary Lee's waist with a stern warning that she shouldn't try anything crazy. I kept one hand over her mouth as I opened the door and escorted her into the room. Eileen looked very relieved to see us.
"I brought you company, good looking," I said to her.
Eileen gave a very half-hearted smile. She looked tired and uncomfortable, being in the tight hogtie for over 10 minutes.
I released my hold on Mary lee and instructed her to sit on the chair at my sister's dressing table. I went over to Eileen and examined her hogtie. Maybe I had been a little too stringent with her. She asked to be released and I agreed. I took off the hogtie rope and released her wrists. I left her knees and ankles bound though. I had taken the torn bed sheets with me that I had tied Mary Lee with.
Both girls eyed me up as I picked up the roll of masking tape. Mary lee's eyes were as wide and inquisitive as could be. As soon as ripped off the first 8-inch piece Mary lee said, "You're not going to put that over our mouths are you?"
Eileen looked at her and said, "Now you see what I go through, living with this guy." That was all my little sister had to say, as I tightly pressed the tape over her mouth. I ripped off a second similar piece. Mary lee's "last words", were a nervous but giggly, "I don't believe that I am letting you do this to me."
I stepped back, breathing very hard, and surveyed the best situation of my whole 16 years on the planet. Before me, sitting on my sister's bed were two 13 year old girls, dressed in short shorts, tank tops, tied with their hands behind them, ankles bound, and taped gagged (although the masking tape was a very sorry excuse for what I considered a "GAG". (But, I planned on rectifying that real soon.)
I jumped on the bed and sat between my too young captives. My left arm around my sister, my rights arm around Mary Lee. Both girls looked at me and made like they were trying to say something behind the gags. "It's time to split you too up, Mary lee you are coming with me. Eileen put on her best damsel in distress act (which, as I mentioned before, she was quite good at), and started to squirm and make pleading sounds behind the tape.
Mary lee needed no lessons at all. She did the same, even making like she was crying. Both girls realized that I was serious after I had unbound Mary lee's ankles and helped her to stand up. I grabbed Mary lee by the elbow's. I noticed that her wrists were getting loose. I had tied them that way on purpose. I was really afraid of scaring her off on the first time. Besides, I knew that once I had her alone, I could tie her tighter by telling her that this is the way my sister gets tied.
The girls exchanged looks were priceless as I "forced" my blond captive out the bedroom door. Eileen just rolled her eyes as if to say "oh well, just another day at the office". Mary lee kept up the "pleading, crying routine. I was in heaven.
Quickly, I brought Mary lee into my parent's bedroom and told her to sit on the bed.
She did so and I took off the pathetic masking tape gag. The first words out of her mouth were a very sure, "I could have got that tape off by myself you know."
"Really", I said, "I guess I'm not really that good at capturing girls."
"Oh, and another thing", she kept on giggling, "I was only pretending to be tied up. I could have got my hands free at any time."
"Get out?" I faked surprise. "Let me see your wrists."
Mary lee stood up and showed me the loose torn sheets around her hands. I reached down and simply pulled the material off.
"Hey, you’re a pretty good escape artist! Let me see if I could do better this time?"
She, very self assuredly, placed her wrist behind her and allowed me to tie her up again. This time there was no fooling around. I tied her the best way I knew how. "Gee, you sure did something different this time, but, watch me get loose."
In my best "burglar" voice I said, "Sit down on that bed young lady! You are not done yet."
Mary lee did as she was told. I tied her ankles quite tightly, which seemed to surprise her. When I started to tie her knees she looked at me with the biggest "doe" eyes and said, "Hey you're really tying me up!"
I didn't answer her at this time. I was too busy thinking about how good it felt when I brushed against her bare thighs as I tied her knees. Too good in fact not to make it last after I had her knees tied I made pretend that I didn't like the job I had done on them. I slowly untied her knees (and I mean slowly) and tied them again. My hands lingered as long as I dared as I reached between Mary Lee's inner thighs to tie off the cinching ropes. Lucky for me she just giggled, and acted like it was a normal thing. I did this a third time before I decided that I had better not push my luck. When I was done with her knees, I instructed Mary lee to kneel on the floor. When she did so (very hesitantly, I might add) I got out a strip of bed sheet about three feet long.
Mary lee eyed up the strip in my hand and inquired, "What are you going to do with that?â€
I just smiled and in a brotherly, gentle way held both her shoulders. "I'm sure you've seen the girl from u.n.c.l.e. Where April Dancer gets tied and gagged. We're just pretending that you are April Dancer."
She just looked over her shoulder at me. "But you gagged me with that tape before, let's just pretend that I can't get that off my mouth, ok?â€
I looked at her and said, "Remember, you bragged about getting the tape off, and getting your wrists undone? Well let me show you what it's really like to be a kidnap victim, ok?â€
Mary lee just looked at me, she seemed very hesitant. Maybe she wanted to keep playing this game and maybe not. I read this in her expression and kind of decided to make the decision for her.
"Open your mouth please", I asked. She quickly put her head down and I heard her giggling as she said uhhhh-uhhhh through a tightly closed mouth.
"Ok." I said, "Are you ticklish?" Mary lee screamed as my fingers did their dirty work. I couldn't decide which I wanted to do more of, tickle this cute blond or gag this cute blond.
Mary lee made the decision for me. She begged me to stop, and said that she would open her mouth for me. She did do this, but only very slightly.
I said, "Hey beautiful, the tickle monster is coming back unless that mouth gets open considerable wider."
She reluctantly opened, and I cleaved the sheet between her parted lips. I decided, for one reason or another that Mary lee was even more "gagable" than even Eileen was. I pulled the cloth very tight as I wound it around her head, looking at her in the eye the whole time. The first time around her head she looked rather amused; the second wind there seemed to be a questionable look on her face; the third time, her eyes seemed to get really wide and almost panicky. I didn't want to scare her so I decided that she was more than adequately silenced.
As I was tying off the gag at the back of her blond neck she lost her balance in the kneeling position, and the only thing holding her up was the gag itself in my hands. After tying the muffler again stepped back to survey my work. One 13-year-old blond fox, resembling "Marcia Brady", kneeing on the floor, hands tied behind her, torn sheets tied around knees and ankles.
"Hey Mary lee, you should be ok. For a few minutes if I leave you alone. I have to check up on you friend in the other room. I went over and gently put my hand on her shoulder. Nod if you're ok, and remember that this is only a fun game, and nothing more than a game.â€
Mary lee nodded her head and her eyes looked sparkly. I could see her working to try and loosen the sheet in her mouth. With an amazed look on her face she looked at me with her big blue eyes and said, "ah cont gethh ith outh ov ma mothh". After asking her to repeat what she was saying I realised she was trying to tell me that she was amazed that she couldn't work the gag out of her mouth."
“That's the whole idea behind being gagged and tied. There isn't a whole lot that you can do. Now, be a good girl. I want to see you kneeling in this position when I get back. I have to better secure my little sister in the other room."
Mary lee didn't even try and struggle as I left. I knew that she was saving her energy, after I was out of the room. It wasn't in her nature to give up so easily. Grabbing a handful of torn sheets, I headed for my sister's room
As I opened the door of my sister's room, I was a little surprised that Eileen had not freed herself from the loose bonds that I had previously tied her with. I had done this because she was the first to be bound, (with Mary lee observing) and I was afraid of scaring off my new "victim".
Eileen was lying on her stomach, with her face toward the wall, where I couldn't see it. I noticed that her ankles were still tied. I also noticed that a pillow was placed on top of her bound wrists, to conceal them. I wondered what that was all about.
"Let me see your face", I barked in my best ‘burglar voice.’
Eileen complied, and looked right into my eyes. The masking tape was still over her lips but it was quite evident that it had been taken off and then re- applied.
"Keep quiet, and don't make any noise, and you and your pretty blond friend might make it to your 14th birthday," I growled.
Eileen's dark brown eyes opened wide in feigned terror.
"I have to go check on your friend and finish ransacking your home, lay still and be a good girl."
I stepped out of the room, closed the door behind me, and counted to ten. At ten, I quickly opened the door just in time to see Eileen trying to untie her ankles, the tape still over her mouth. My little sister screamed in both a surprised and laughing type of way. She knew that she was in big trouble.
A brief wrestling match ensued. Eileen and I had wrestled in the past many times. The more we got older the more I enjoyed it. The matches always ended exactly when I wanted them to. I would let Eileen get the upper hand for a few minutes, at times. In the long run though it was a moot point. Although Eileen was in very good shape, she weighed 110 pounds soaking wet. I, on the other hand tipped the scales at 200, and was pretty strong from weight training for the various sports I participated in. (Hey reader maybe you would like to hear about my athletic endeavors instead of Eileen and Mary Lee.............NO??????................Okay, don't yell).... The wrestling match ended as quickly as it started.
Within minutes I had my brunette 13-year-old sister, hogtied with torn bed sheets. With out a doubt, this was by far the tightest I had ever tied Eileen. I can only describe this hogtie as BRUTAL. My little sister's wrists were not only touching her ankles, but also were past them pointing towards her knees. (This is one of the reasons that I always used either torn bed sheets or neckties to bind Eileen. you can really bear down on them and effectively tie the victim, without cutting off circulation or ripping the skin). Eileen had commented in past games on how they didn't hurt as much as rope. I had tried rope on her in the past, but I didn't really know how to use it properly. It's a whole different ballgame.) Eileen also was tied at the knees.
"Eileen, do you think you can be quiet long enough for me to go get Mary lee from the other room and bring her back in,†I asked.
"Maybe", she said, "what are you going to do if I decide to scream for help?"
With that we both broke up laughing. "Is this your first tie-up game young lady", I asked. "I think you know that I will gag you as tightly as you are now tied. I will set a record on the torque meter when I pull this cloth between your lips."
"Okay, okay, okay," she hurriedly exclaimed, "I will keep my yap shut."
I got up, opened the door, and took one last look at my 13 year old sister laying on her stomach, her wrists tie cruelly tight behind her back and anchored to her bound ankles, so tight that I could probably play her like a guitar string.
Her parting words were "Alex, please don't leave me like this for too long. I don't know if I can take it."
"If it's any conciliation Eileen, you will have company in a few moments, and I plan on tying Mary lee just a little tighter than you."
Eileen just let out a low 'I give up' type of moan as I closed the door behind her. Mary lee was probably ready for a new position, and I was just the guy to put her in it.
After leaving my sister, Eileen alone and tightly hogtied in her bedroom; I immediately headed back to my parent's room.