## Happy New Year! m/ff

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:55 pm

18 year old Fred, dressed in a black tuxedo and white shirt, turned away from the window, as the last of the fire-works burst into a magnificent rain of sparks and stars. “Happy New Year, girls!” he greeted the girls, one a fiery red-head with brown eyes, and the other one a cool, blue-eyed blonde, standing behind him. Both had their hair hanging loose, and reaching well below their waists. They both softly “Umph”:ed back at him.
Anita (the blonde) and her friend Diana (the red-head), both 17 years old, had ‘invited’ him to a New Year’s dinner. When he arrived, they were both dressed in long-sleeved and high-necked, creme-coloured silk ankle-long dresses, and with a lot of white petticoats, which made them very voluminous, and elbow-long gloves made of the same material as the dresses. The dresses also had tight-laced bodies.
“Before we start,” Diana said, when he had hung up his coat, “there are some things I’d like to verify. You are willing to tie us up any way we want?”
“Da, dat is carject.” Fred said in a voice, which seemed to come from the cellar, and had a fake Russian accent, looking at the girls along his nose.
“And you want us to be dolled up like this?” she continued.
“Da, dat is also carject. And you may call me count Fredlinovitchski.”
“Like hell we will!” Diana and Anita snarled in chorus. “Having to wear these clothes all night just to get what we want, is bad enough without having to listen to you, pretending to be some kind of Russian. That has to be one of, if not the worst Russian accents we’ve ever heard, by the way! And we’ve heard quite a few at the theatre. So drop it right now, or you’ll have to find two other girls, willing to participate in your little play!”
Fred turned to Diana, smacked with his tongue a couple of times, and remarked, with a much lighter voice:”That red hair of yours really goes well with your temper. You know that, don’t you? Whereas your temper,” he told Anita, “certainly don’t match the colour of your hair and eyes. Judging by them, I thought you would be more cool and collected than your sister, but obviously I was wrong!”
“Mm, I guess you were.” she flirtatiously said. They stared deep into each other’s eyes. “But she’s not my sister; she’s a very dear friend of mine.”
“Oy, break it up, you two; right now!” Anita put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. Then, turning to Diana:”I know he’s your boyfriend as well as my brother, and all that, but today he’s our guest for dinner. So let’s eat already!” She stomped into the dining-room, with the other two following her, at a much calmer pace.
The sat down at a nicely laid out table, Fred at “the place of honour” with the two girls flanking him. They ate and drank (non-alcoholic beverages, of course) and had a generally good time, and ending the meal with a cup of tea each.
Afterwards, they watched TV, like any normal teenagers would do, with the girls sitting in wooden, kitchen chairs, until 11.30, when Fred brought a plastic grocery bag from his room. He moved the coffee table out of the way, put his hand in the bag, and took out two long coils of rope.
“OK, you two,” he said, “lift up your feet, and let’s get started.” They did as he asked, and he pushed their skirts up, ever so slightly, so he had room to work. He noticed they both wore woolly pantyhose, Anita’s green, and Diana’s pink.
He started by folding one of the ropes in two, and wound it around, and between his sisters’ ankles, and tying it off between them. Then, it was Diana’s turn.
“Before I start, I want you to tell me if this hurts. If it does, I’ll stop immediately.” he said.
“No, it doesn’t.” she said, after having tried to separate her feet.”It’s tight, but not too tight. I think I can stand this for quite a while actually.”
“Neither does mine, thanks for asking!” Anita said, in an annoyed voice.
“I didn’t because I know from previous experience you can stand it, and much more if need be. But I’ve never tied Diana up before, so I don’t know where her limits are. And I don’t want to scare you the first time; do I?”
“You’re so sweet; you know that, honey?” Diana said stroking her hand along his cheek, “But if you don’t hurry up, you’ll miss the fireworks. And you don’t want that, do you?”
Anita let out a disgusted “Bleh!” and pretended she was about to throw up.
“OK, my ladies; now for your hands! Please put them behind the back of the chair for me!” They did as he told them, and he tied them together snugly, threading the ends through the bars and tying them off in front of them. Then he told them to open their mouths and put balled up rags inside, which he tied in place with strips of cloth.
“Comfy?” he asked, and they nodded.
He turned around, turned the TV off, and drew the curtains aside, so they could all see and hopefully enjoy, the fireworks.
When it had ended, he let them sit there for a while longer, as he left to get the beds ready. He returned, untied them, and they all went to bed, him and Diana sharing his bed.
When she had gotten out of her clothes and into her long-sleeved, voluminous pink cotton night-gown, Diana turned to Fred, and said:
”Would you please tie my hands together again? I actually kind of liked it!”
“Sure thing!” he said, fetched a rope from the living-room, and tied her hands together again in front of her before they went to bed.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Happy New Year! m/ff

Post by BoundBadBoy » Tue Jan 08, 2013 12:52 pm

Cool bew year story! By the way, i took your comment on my story to heart. Now jake has much more... Unusual punishments.
I won't struggle, i promise! Just pull that rope down so i can reach it easily.