A Weekend at Willow's

Postby bzzart » Sun Jan 22, 2012 5:38 pm

This is the second story involving my two recurring characters, Haley and Willow. If you haven't yet read "Discovering the Secret" I suggest you do.

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“So, how many people know your little secret?” I asked. It had been a few days since our last little bondage session, and it was now Saturday, and I had been scheduled to have a sleep over with Willow. My mom was practically jumping at the opportunity, saying that I didn’t spend enough time with Willow. It was either that or she just wanted me out of the house.

“Oh, tons of people!” Willow said. “My dad knows, my mom, my cousin Teagan, her parents, and these two girls who live down the street that sometimes do it with me.”

“Really?” I asked. “That many people?”

“Sure! It’s not really a big secret really. My dad tells me that he used to do it, and my cousin is from my dad’s side, so her family has done it too, so it really is just a natural thing in our family. Even so, my parents didn’t mention it until Teagan introduced it to me.”

“Wait a second,” I said. “Teagan? I think I’ve met her. She’s that girl that once came over to our school afterwards. The girl with the freckles. Isn’t she younger than you?”

“Yeah. So?”

“Never mind.”

“There’s still a few hours until bed,” Willow remarked. “Want to do something?”

It was currently 8:53, and on sleepovers we generally slept late. We had recently finished dinner and already had done a bunch of random stuff. I guess after our little conversation Willow wanted to go right into bondage. By now, I didn’t have a problem with that and I was genuinely interested in it. I had spent a few days and discovered that a bunch of websites did have bondage in them, even Wikipedia had pages on tying people up. Strange.

We wandered into the living room, going downstairs where were in Willow’s room. The living room had a big TV and a bunch of couches for lounging in. I remembered that Willow’s family always called it either the “TV room” or the “living room”, never sticking to one or the other. Personally, I liked living room better than TV room, but I supposed that TV room worked just as well.

We had both already changed into our pajamas (hey, they were comfy). Mine’s was this white nightgown that my mom had got me. It was really fluffy and comfortable, but I didn’t really pick it out. Despite shopping being a girl’s thing, I had never really liked it. I mean, you have to straight through the mall and look at a bunch of clothes and see if they fit you. I could be doing much better things with that time.

Willow had these pink regular pajamas with baggy long sleeve. Red dots were scattered all along them. I had teased her saying that it looked like she had chicken pox all over her sometimes, which she always replied that I looked like I was going to a wedding.

I quickly went to the bathroom. I didn’t want to have to pee when I couldn’t move.

Willow got out her box of bondage or whatever. “Ready to be unable to move?”

“As ready as I’m going to get.”

She started getting out some ropes. Lots of white cotton rope that was pretty thin. “I’m going to put you in a hogtie. Know what that is?”

“No,” I admitted. “But I can tell I’m about to find out. Are you going to tell me?”

“No,” She said. “Also, do you mind if I gag you?”

“Yes,” I replied, not really wanting to get something stuffed into my mouth. Both of us were barefoot, so socks were out of the question, but I still didn’t want to be gagged. I don’t know if it was one of those it-will-feel-good-once-you-actually-try-it kind of experiences but to me, I didn’t see how having a cloth stuck in my mouth could feel good. So maybe later, but I really wasn’t in the mood to try it today.

I watched Willow expertly tie a cinch noose and wrist coil. She got out a few more lengths of rope as well.

“Put your feet together,” She told me. I complied, pressing my legs together, though she probably couldn’t see it since I was wearing a nightgown. She started to tie my ankles together. In a minute or two, they were tightly tied together. Another few minutes and my knees and thighs were bound, my nightgown hugging my skin as the ropes pushed at it.

“Arms behind,” She said. I put my arms like before and she put the cinch noose and wrist coil through and tightened them. Maybe a foot was left of the remaining rope of the cinch noose, dangling on the floor.

Willow noticed my attention of it. “That comes later.” She told me. I nodded, wondering what it was.

“So, we almost done?” I asked. This was as much as we had done before, so I guess that was it. But Willow surprised me by shaking her head.

“Nope, I’m going to make it so you really can’t escape,” She said, getting out more rope.

“I don’t think I could escape anyways,” I argued.

“Well, this just means that you won’t escape, as I’m going to make you as immobile as a potato.”

She wrapped a rope a little bit above my belly, wrapping it around my entire body so they also wrapped my arms. She tightened it and I let out a little whine as my arms were forced against my back. She tightened it a little more and knotted it off. After that, she did the same above my boobs (which were still developing, mind you), tightening it the same so my arms couldn’t move. Finally she got some rope and tied the ropes above and below my breasts together between my breasts and by my back, so they wouldn’t slip.

“Aah, this makes them stand out!” I complained.

“What, you don’t like it?” She asked. “They serve as to pin your arms to your back, making you immobile.”

“I was pretty immobile already,” I pointed out.

“Think of it this way, now you’ll never escape!”

“Hooray.”

“One last thing.” She pushed me onto my stomach and bent my feet back. Then, she got the little rope that dangled from the cinch noose and tied it to my ankle bindings, making my feet bent back a 45 degree angle, or something close to that, because that’s what it felt like.

“Aack, I can’t move,” I complained. And I meant it. There was no way I could move much like this, and I didn’t think I was going to get free. Another expert job.

“That’s the point, right?” She said. She got a wide dark blue scarf out. I shut my mouth, not wanting her to gag me.

“Relax,” She soothed. She tied it over my eyes, so I was bathed in darkness. Gosh, I couldn’t see, even though I could feel my eyes were open. What now? I wriggled in my bonds, squirming a little bit. No give. I was stuck, really stuck. Gosh, what now? What could I do? I rolled a little bit around, ending up on my side. This position was actually sort of comforting, being in a hogtie. I was stuck in this position, it was like a neutral position. I couldn’t do anything beyond it. The hogtie wouldn’t let me. So I could only just stay like that.

I could only feel with my eyes blindfolded. I felt as if I could just let go, since I couldn’t see anything my only sensations were hearing and touch. Since I didn’t really hear anything, I could only feel the soft brush of my pajamas, the tight rope in my skin, and the awkward position of the hogtie.

“This actually feels pretty goo-“ I managed before something big and wet was stuffed into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but a sticky strip was plastered across my cheeks. Then another, and another.

“MMMPH!” I protested. She had been waiting for this! Well, now I could taste too. The wet cloth or rag or whatever seemed to completely soak up my saliva. My lips couldn’t move a bit, sealed shut by the layers of tape. I knew I could probably get the tape off if there was only one strip, but multiple strips held it in place.
“Mmm mmph!” I complained. I couldn’t speak! Everything that came out was incomprehensible gibberish! Gosh, no real way to communicate. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move, I didn’t hear anything, and I was tasting something less than desirable. Talk about being helpless.

I could hear Willow giggling. “Looks like I managed to gag you after all! You look really cute like that, all trussed up and helpless.”

I tried to make out a sarcastic “thanks”, but it came out as “Mmph.”

“Ok, Haley,” I heard Willow say, somewhere to the left of me. “Don’t go anywhere.”

How cliché.
Last edited by bzzart on Thu Jan 26, 2012 7:24 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Jan 23, 2012 12:02 am

Very nice indeed.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby boundboy » Mon Jan 23, 2012 1:42 pm

great start. Can't wait to read more.
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags

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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby bzzart » Tue Jan 24, 2012 3:19 pm

I heard her walk out of the room to who knows where. I rolled around. There was nowhere to go, nothing to see, nothing to do. Just lie around and be helpless. I think I was an expert at that by now. I mean, being unable to move and having ropes restricting your movement at every turn made being tied up seem a natural thing. Yeah, I’m pretty sarcastic.

I listened with my ear on the ground. Sometimes, when I was bored in English class, I would put my ear to the desk and tap it, enjoying the sound of vibrations that the taps made. Of course, I wasn’t tied up and gagged in English class, and this was carpet, not desks, so I didn’t hear anything.

I decided I was going to test these bonds, see if I could get out. Willow would be so surprised, seeing me as I got out by myself!

I strained against the ropes. As usual, brute strength was out of the question. I couldn’t break ropes. It would take someone several times my current strength to break them. Probably. Next, I tried to slip out of them. But as usual, the cinch noose-wrist coil combination proved to be frustrating. I felt the rope dig into my skin but I strained further, seeking to gain at least a little headway. Nothing, I couldn’t even wriggle around, that’s how tight it was. Well, maybe a tiny little bit of wriggle room, but not enough to be able to slip out. Way not enough. It didn’t help that my arms were firmly tied to my back.

My legs were equally frustrating. I knew that my legs were much stronger than my arms, but they couldn’t break the ropes. With bindings at my ankles, thighs, and knees getting out of the ropes was not possible. Plus, I had to do it all in the hogtie, making struggling limited.

I plopped down, exhausted. I could feel myself sweating a little bit. I had been trying to get out for a while. How long had I been struggling? I dunno. I couldn’t answer the question of how long Willow had been away as well. She had just left me to struggle. So much for surprising her.

I heard footsteps, two people coming.

“See Mom,” I heard Willow say.

“Oh, Haley,” I heard Willow’s mom say. “Are you really enjoying this?”

I couldn’t see her but I nodded in her direction, based on where their voices were coming from.

“See!” I heard Willow say. “I finally have someone to do it with me. So are you going to do it or not?”

“Ok, Willow. But I’ll have to make it quick.”

I felt Willow pat me on the head. “Mom’s going to tie me up too! Then we can’t escape even if we want to.”

“Mmph! Mmm!” I complained, not wanting to spend too much time like this. I mean, it was great, but still.

She ignored me. “Go on, Mom.”

After a few minutes of a bunch of moving around and small comments, I could hear them talking a little bit.

After a little while, Willow’s mom said “Done!”

My blindfolded was taken off. Willow’s back was towards me, but she bent her head back and smiled. I could see that her wrists were tied tightly and binned to her back in the same above and below breast fashion that mine was in. She shifted to the side and showed how her legs were tied tightly at the knees, ankles and thighs, and the knee bindings were attached to her breast bindings, making it into a little ball. Lastly, a rope that connected with her wrists snaked under her but and through her legs, tying to her breasts bindings, making a sort of crotch rope.

She smiled. “My Mom does a good job.”

Her Mom smiled playfully at her daughter. “Yes I do, sweety. Now open up so I don’t have to hear you.”

Willow opened her mouth wide as her mom put some cloth in and tied a tight cleave gag. Willow tried a smile past her gag, and it sort of looked like one.
She rolled down next to me and made a “Mmph” sound. Willow’s mom left us tied up in the room, nowhere to go. She turned off the lights too.

We were left there, tied up, gagged, and helpless. Neither of us were going anywhere, we were tied too tightly. We started to roll around, knocking into each other playfully.

I liked this. There was a certain feeling of helplessness that I enjoyed, feeling like I could just let go of the world and lay there, because really, what else was there to do? Nothing could make me do anything, because I wasn’t really in control. I had no choice but to accept whatever happened to me.

Which I found out all the more the next day.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby bzzart » Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:19 pm

Truth to be told, I already have this story done and most of the next one, I'm just holding them off in sections. So, rest assured, more is coming.


I woke up, stiff, and in an awkward position. What was happening? I tried to move but found myself unable, I was tied up! I gave a little yelp and started struggling.

Wait a second, we had done bondage all last night! I remembered how that I was starting to feel drowsy, and I had realized that Willow was already asleep. So I followed suit and closed my eyes, reawaking here.

I realized I was ungagged. I guess it was dangerous to sleep like that. Willow’s mom must have done it. Or maybe her dad. Who knows?

“Man, you sleep like your hibernating!” Willow said, grinning at me.

“Oh, I wish that you were still gagged,” I told her. “When will your mom untie us?”

“I’m not sure she will,” Willow replied. “One time she just let me escape by myself. It took three hours, and that one was nowhere as tight as this ball tie.”

“She’s not going to do that, is she?” I said, scared that I might be stuck like this for the rest of the day. I had to go to the restroom.

“Probably not,” Willow said. “You’re a guest right now and plus it’s your second time. But I wouldn’t count it out that she might do it in the future.”

“Cheers,” I said. I noticed that Willow’s mom had walked into the room.

“How was your first night tied up?” She asked.

“Great, actually,” I said truthfully. I mean, at first I didn’t like the awkward position the hogtie was, but after a little while I came to enjoy it. Besides, I found it much easier sleeping in a forced position than sleeping when you can roll around and try to get comfortable. You weren’t comfortable in the first place, so whatever, right?

“Good,” She said, and bent over and started untying me. “I ungagged you once you two were asleep. It’s dangerous like that.” Soon my wrists and arms were free, and she let me untie my legs by myself. She started to untie Willow.

“Thanks Mom, you’re the best!” Willow said.

“You’re welcome,” She replied. “Come and have breakfast.”

I untied my legs and made a beeline for the bathroom. Once I was done with that I ate some cereal with Willow. I wondered what we would do now.

“What now?” I asked her.

“Uh, I have to finish some homework before we can do something,” She said. “Can you wait for like ten minutes?”

“Sure, take as much time as you need,” I said. This would give me some time. I had been thinking about how she had just let me spend a night tied up. Fun, but a little restricting and tiresome, if you know what I mean. Time to get back at Willow.

I walked up to the living room. She still had that metal box of hers, she had neglected to move it up to her room again. Willow was always a little lazy, part of the reason that she was doing her homework last minute. I bet that her mom made her do it. But it was fine with me, it would give me time to prepare. I examined all her stuff. It would probably take too long to tie up all the fancy knots that Willow had showed me earlier, I wasn’t good enough to do them without the diagrams. But what about the other stuff? She had handcuffs, which would be good. They would go on fast.

I examined them. The handcuffs were all shiny and silver. I had never used handcuffs. I tested how they worked, tightening them. The mechanics were fairly simply, and I tested it, locking one of my wrists inside. I quickly unlocked myself with a key she kept inside the box. This would do the trick.

That may take care of her hands, but what about the rest? A gag, her legs, stuff like that? I would take care of her hands first, I decided.

I searched through, and I found the zip-ties. Perfect! They would be fast, and there purpose was easy. Just tighten them over her legs or whatever. They would be just as fast or faster than the handcuffs. I wondered if they should be used. They were one-time only things. But I shook my head. This was what Willow had intended them for, but she probably wasn’t thinking that she would be bound by them.

Finally, the gag. I examined the choices. Duct tape would be the quickest, but in order to make an effective gag, I would probably have to stuff something in. So stuff a cloth, then apply duct tape.

Ok, the plan. Depending on how willing Willow would be, this would probably go good. I would hide behind a corner so when Willow turned, I would get her. She would most likely be surprised, so that would be good. Then what?

My mind shifted through the possible ideas of what to do first. First, grab one wrist and pull it behind, followed by the other wrist. Then I would handcuff her. Then, cover her mouth and get her on the ground. Gag, then finish restraining. That sounded pretty good.

So that meant I would carry handcuffs as my first item.

Got it. I waited for Willow to come down.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby Chase Ricks » Wed Jan 25, 2012 12:23 am

Confucius says "Revenge best served after lots of preparation rarely fails in Tugs. Revenge rushed though leads to unwanted results if foe is stronger." Looking forward to reading the next part of this story.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby bondagegirl1995 » Wed Jan 25, 2012 11:46 am

Very fun story! I am enjoying reading about these girls!

Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby nazjbu » Wed Jan 25, 2012 7:07 pm

Your writing is excilent! Looking forward to your next installment.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby bzzart » Thu Jan 26, 2012 7:24 pm

Normally, I would only post one part, but since I didn't do it yesterday I'll just put in both.


“Hey Haley!” I heard Willow say after more than ten minutes. “I’m coming down! Let’s do something!”

“Sure!” I said. “Hurry up!” I had been practicing with the handcuffs the entire time, and I was getting pretty good at locking them quickly. Time to show my stuff.

I heard her clomp down the stairs. I was currently hidden in the kitchen. When she would go into the hallway to the kitchen, which would lead to the living room where she thought I was in.

I heard her bare feet walking across the wooden hallway. Gotcha.

She walked into the kitchen passed me, her back in my sights. I dashed forward, and grabbed both her wrists with my hands and brought them towards the small of her back. After fumbling a little bit, I locked one of her wrists in place, followed by the other.

All this happened in around eight seconds, which Willow let out a little yelp. To stop more yelps, I grabbed my hand around her mouth and grabbed her arm. I could tell Willow was surprised, but she relaxed in my grasp. Well, that would make things easier.

I lifted her down and she sat. I got out my cloth and after a little prodding, she opened her mouth. I stuffed it in and got out the tape, silencing her with three strips. Soon, her cheeks were plastered in tape.

I realized that I could take my time with her legs, I could even use ropes. But I didn’t feel like it, I wanted to use the zip ties. I was thankful that Willow had the extra-long kind, long enough to be used on her knees at least.

I wrapped a white zip tie around her ankles and pulled it tight. I followed up by putting a black one around her knees. I went behind her back and pulled her elbows close together again and tied it with another zip tie.

I could tell that Willow was giggling behind her gag. I don’t know why, she just was. Maybe she found it funny that she was caught, or maybe she was just really happy like this. But that gave me an idea.

I stared at her bare feet. It would be a shame to let such an ample opportunity go to waste….

I started tickling her feet, which she made muffled laughter and her eyes squinted. I never knew she was ticklish, but I just took advantage of it. I tickled her feet again, my fingers dancing across her feet. I lifted up her shirt a little bit and tickled her belly, which gave similar results. I could see her pulling at all her restraints, her wrists, her legs, I could even see her trying to open her mouth, but I had bound her too tight for her to do more than wiggle around.

I tickled a lot for maybe ten minutes, by which then Willow was red in the face and I could see a small tear running down her face from laughter. She was still giggling by the time I stopped. Man, she was ticklish.

I decided to leave her tied. Or handcuffed, whatever. But then she could just wiggle to her box and get the key. I could just take the key. But then, she would probably never get out, seeing how I put the handcuffs snugly on her wrists. So maybe something else?

I flashed the key in front of her face. It was a small silver thing, a small key with a tiny loop at the bottom.

“I’ll leave it at the top of the stairs,” I teased. I walked away leaving the key on the top of the staircase. She would have to wiggle out of the living room, past the kitchen, into the hall, somehow up the stairs, unlock the handcuffs behind her back without seeing them, while she was tired. I was mean.



I checked my facebook, wondering when Willow was going to get back at me for that little stunt. I was currently on her computer, maybe an hour and a half after I had tied her up. No doubt that there would be revenge, Willow was not the kind of person that would just let this go. There would be payback.

It was a while, I wondered how long it really took her to get the key. Willow’s mom had already given me lunch and when I told her of Willow’s predicament she just smiled and said that she would wait until Willow got out. She probably had to eat lunch.

I was actually quite excited about what Willow would do. Probably something worse than what I did. I was absolutely thrilled about what it might be.

That felt really, really weird. A while ago, I would feel mortified at the thought of being tied up. Now, I was looking forward to it. Look how things have changed.

I looked at myself. I was still in pajamas. Wow, that was lazy. I decided to get changed. I shifted through my backpack, where I had some clothes. I went into Willow’s upstairs bathroom and changed into a yellow T-shirt and jeans. I folded my nightgown and put it back into my pack.

I briefly considered if it was wise wearing a T-shirt, seeing as how I might get taped up and that would hurt when it got taken off. I put on my white aeropostale sweater. I zipped it up and went out. I walked around the house, wondering when Willow would get me. The anticipation was killing me!

I waited a while. Right in the open. You had got to be kidding me. She didn’t get me. This was impossible! Willow would never just accept something like this, especially in a fun way like this! She always had to get even. Well, no. Not exactly. In most games, she was fine with losing. Most of the time. With me, she always liked to be playfully competitive.

Which didn’t make sense here. In character, Willow would want to get back at me for tying her up, probably by tying me up. But it wasn’t happening. Weird.
I decided to go back on her computer. But while I was doing random things, Willow was always in the back of my mind.

I needed to go to the restroom. I got up, thinking that, if Willow didn’t come to me, I would have to come to her. Right after I was done, I would find her.
I walked across and opened the door. I stared at Willow in the face.

“Surprise!” She said, then she grabbed my hand and spun me around. I stumbled, and then felt my hands being cuffed behind my back.

“Payback time,” She said smiling.

“I have to go,” I complained.

“Exactly!” She said. What was that supposed to mean. She pulled off my socks. Oh no. She grabbed my ankles and tied them together tightly with some white cotton rope.

“Open up, Haley!” She said smiling. I kept my mouth shut until she started tickling my now-bare feet, which I burst out laughing. I think I was even more ticklish than her. Sure enough, my ankle socks were stuffed into my mouth then I felt a quick cleave gag being put into effect around my head.

“Mmph!” I complained. I really did have to pee! How was I going to do that while tied up?

“Oh, I selected this time personally!” Willow told me. She unlocked one of my wrists and then raised my cuffed wrist to the pole of the shower curtain above me. She lifted the chain over the pole and locked my other wrist in place. Now, my hands were lifted over my head and useless.

“That’s not all!” Willow said. She then lifted my ankles into the tub and my bare feet touched water. Warm water. I really needed to pee now.

She had been waiting until I needed to pee! Then, she would tie me up while I still needed to! This was way worse than tickling!

“Mmph! Mmm! Mmmph!” I cried in my gag, because the water was really making me want to go.

“Don’t pee in your pants Haley!” Willow said. And with that, she closed the curtain.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby bzzart » Fri Jan 27, 2012 4:41 pm

“I’ll get you next time Willow!” I said as I left. I was let go before I peed in my pants, but I think I got very close. It had been a fun weekend, and I think that despite myself, I was actually liking bondage. It had a certain feeling to it that I couldn’t really describe. Now, I was looking forward to more experience’s like this one. But that would be for next time.


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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Jan 28, 2012 12:01 am

Your stories get better all the time I think. Keep going.
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Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:17 am

great story

Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby Tugsfan » Mon Jun 17, 2013 3:48 pm

Very good story
A very good roleplayer, waiting for play with you

Re: A Weekend at Willow's

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Jun 22, 2013 6:11 am

Great story.