Melissa FM/f

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:55 am

She was 17, and ordered (there’s no better word for it) to go and stay with her divorced aunt (whom she hardly knew) for a whole month that summer. Her parents were going abroad, and there was no way they could bring her.
She packed her bags, put on her best summer-dress and went, without making too much fuzz. In fact, she saw it as an opportunity to get away from home, for a while.

Her aunt lived alone way out in the countryside, with what seemed like miles of fields between her and the closest neighbour. She arrived early afternoon, after having been driven by her dad for a couple of hours. His sister, her aunt, and he didn’t really get along, so she had hardly time to get her bags out of the car before he drove off, leaving his daughter in a cloud of dust. She picked the heavy bags up, and slowly started walking towards the house. Her aunt, who had expected her, opened the door almost before she had a chance to knock. What she saw, was a scrawny woman, but at the same time formidable, the kind of woman, who never took ‘no’ for an answer. She was of an indeterminable age, but she must have passed 50. But by how much, Melissa really couldn’t tell.
She was invited in, putting her bags on the floor inside. Her aunt looked her over and said, in a not to warm voice: “So you’re Melissa, my niece, are you? I’m Margret, but you can call me Maggie. Why not? Everyone else does. And before you say it, loose the “aunt”-bit ASAP, will you. It makes me feel old. Your room is right through there.” She nodded her head in the general direction of the interior of the house. “Come on! Let’s get your bags in there, and then we can start getting to know each other a little bit better.” Together they managed to haul Melissa’s bags into a room at the back of the house, so she could unpack.

When she came back out, her aunt was waiting for her in the living room. “Before we do anything else; I can’t have a young girl like you, with hormones oozing out her ears, running around here unattended. There are far too many young boys around. Therefore, I have to do something about that, when I’m not here. I thought about it, long and hard. I’ve come up with this solution; the best way of preventing that from happening is to tie you up.” Beside her on the floor, lay a bundle of rope and some cloth. She picked the rope up and started moving towards Melissa. “I’m going into town to do some shopping. While I’m gone, you’ll be tied up in an outhouse. Come on, out you go!” She bundled Melissa out the door, to an outhouse behind the main building. Inside, she was pushed, so she stood with her back to it, and Maggie tied her hands firmly behind it. She tied them together in such a way, Melissa wouldn’t be able to get her hands free on her own, but not so tight, she would be harmed. Next, ropes were tied around her waist, knees and feet. The finishing touch was a ball cloth pushed in Melissa’s mouth, held in place by a strip of cloth, forming a kind of cleave gag. “There,” Maggie panted, when she was finished, “now I know you’re not going anywhere, anytime soon. See you soon!” And then, she left.

Sometime later, she heard a man shouting “Hello! Anybody home?” She “MMM: phed as loud as she could, in the hope, he’d hear her. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a man about her aunt’s age, appeared.
“What in the world...” the man said. He went over and took the gag out of Melissa’s mouth. “Is it Maggie who’s done this to you?” he asked.
“Yes. She did it, just before she went into town!” Melissa said. “Please, untie me!” The man took a step back and seemed to think it over. Then, he shook his head. “No I better not. I’d only get Maggie as an enemy. And believe me, that’s something I neither need nor want! If she tied you up in here, you’re gonna stay that way, until she gets back. I’m sure she had her reasons. Tell you what, though. How about, I keep you company till then. OK? You just gave me an idea. Or rather, she did.” He got an old chair from the corner and arduously sat down. “So,” he said, “let’s begin by introducing ourselves. I’m Tim. And you are?”
She told him her name, and the next half hour or so, they spent chatting about this and that, until they heard Maggie’s car coming up the driveway. Tim gagged Melissa again, making sure it was as tight as before, and went out. She could hear their discussion, but only as a mumble. The door swung open and Maggie and Tim entered. “Tim here says he got a suggestion to make to the two of us.” she said brusquely. She sat down in the chair Tim had been sitting in a couple of minutes earlier. Tim cleared his throat, and said:”Well when I saw Melissa tied up in here and all alone, I thought to myself: ’that looks as if could be dangerous! What if the poor girl needs urgent help or something?’ So I got thinking and came up with this; How about you tie her up at my place? I’ve got some empty outhouses on my property too, you know. I could keep her tied up and gagged in there, till you come get her. That way, I can keep an eye on her, and see to it she don’t get into trouble.”

Maggie looked at first Tim and then Melissa, shrugged and said:”Sure. Why not? I didn’t think things through as thoroughly I should have, I guess.” She looked up at Melissa and asked: “What do you say?” Melissa, still being gagged, of course couldn’t say anything. She just hung her head, shrugged too and then nodded.

So, from then on, whenever Maggie went anywhere, she first dropped Melissa of at Tim’s place so she could be tied to a post and gagged. She soon got used to it. Tim kept his word, and kept Melissa tied up and gagged for as long as she was there. He only took the gag out, if he gave her something to drink. She also was gagged and had her hands tied together behind her back when Tim came to visit. But then she was allowed to stay in the main house.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Melissa FM/f

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Apr 10, 2011 8:50 am

One day, Melissa was sunbathing, wearing a swimsuit, for modesty’s sake, if nothing else. Who knew when, or if, Tim would come around for a visit? Suddenly Maggie called her in the house. The only thing she said was: “I’m called to an urgent meeting! There’s no time for us to go to Tim’s place, so I guess I’ll just have to tie you up here.” She held up the now familiar bundle of ropes and motioned Melissa towards a chair by the table in the kitchen. “Sit down and I’ll tie you up! Tim’ll be over as soon as he can!”
“Can’t I just go and put some clothes on first!” Melissa begged, but Maggie said there was no time for that. She tied Melissa’s’ hands together behind the chairs’ backrest, fastening them to it at the same time. Then she tied her ankles to the legs of the chair, finishing the whole thing off, with a rope around her waist and chest. Last but not least, she gagged Melissa, saying:”Tim said he’d be over as soon as he could. Don’t expect you have to sit here alone for long, though.” Maggie looked Melissa straight in the eyes, and said: “I think he fancies you. I can’t imagine why? Can you?” Melissa shook her head. Maggie took the keys to the car and left.

After about fifteen minutes, she could hear a car coming up the drive way. As it was too early for her aunt to be back, Melissa could only assume it was Tim.
But it wasn’t. Instead, it was two men, coming to rob the place. They were amazed to find a girl tied up and gagged in the kitchen, all ready to be used as hostage. They quickly untied her from the chair, but retied her hands behind her back, and lead her out to their car. Thinking they had hit the proverbial jackpot, they put her in the back and left in a cloud of dust, just as Tim came up the driveway.

They took her to a house and put her in a chair. They started planning, all the time keeping an eye out for any unwanted visitors. They quickly worked out, how much money they were going to demand. They took her into another room and tied her, spread-eagle, to a bed. She could hear them moving about out there, but had no way of telling them, she needed to use the bathroom. Eventually, one of the men came in and took the gag out, to give her some water. She told him, she needed to use the bathroom first, and he untied her from the bed. He took her to a shoe-box sized toilet in the back of the house, and she did what she had to do.
After that, he took her to the back of the house and out the back door. He made her lie down in a lawn chair and put a rag in her mouth. He wound a strip of cloth around her head to hold it place, tied her arms together in front of her, tied her legs together and left, thinking she’d be safe and couldn’t get away.

As she lay there, she heard a noise coming from the bushes. She looked over and saw Tim hiding in the bushes. He got up and sneaked towards her. Quietly he lifted her up and carried her back to his car, which was parked some distance away. “Wow! He’s really strong, for an old man!” she thought, impressed. “But then he would be, after a whole life out here in the wilderness.”

They quickly drove back to her aunt’s house. When they got there, she stood outside waiting for them. Melissa was untied and sent to bed after having had a hot bath to relax. She could hear her aunt and Tim talking in the other room.
“It was a pity I wasn’t there with you! I’d given those guys a walloping, they wouldn’t forget in a hurry.” Maggie said, with what sounded like tears in her voice. “I hate to think what could have happened to her, if you hadn’t followed them to their house, and took her out of there. On the other hand, I’d liked to have seen the looks on their faces, when they realized she was gone!”

Melissa drifted off to sleep, with a smile on her face. Aunt Maggie wasn’t so bad, after all!
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Melissa FM/f

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Apr 12, 2011 1:06 am

“Phew! It’s hot today. Do you want to go for a swim?” her aunt asked her a couple of days after she had been kidnapped. “There’s a little pond on the property. We could use that.”
“Sure”, Melissa replied.
“Good!” From a wardrobe, Maggie took out a couple of swimsuits, looking like they were from the early 1900’s, and they put them on. Just before they went out the door, Melissa took a piece of rope and handed it to Maggie.
“Are you sure?” Maggie asked. “After what you went through the other night, I mean. Aren’t you afraid those men will come get you again?””
“Of course I’m sure!” Melissa replied. “And no, I’m not afraid.”
Maggie gave her a long, hard look, but tied her hands in front of her, and put some more rope in a basket she was carrying.

They went down to the pond, which was just out of sight from the driveway. There was a small meadow on the far side of it. She released Melissa’s hands, and they got in the water. It was crystal clear and cool, but nowhere was it deeper than chest depth.
After they had bathed for a while they got out of the water, and Maggie told Melissa to sit by one of the trees, and cross her hands behind it. She tied Melissa’s hands and feet together, and took out the picnic she had prepared. “It’s hot enough for you to dry, even in the shade,” she told her niece.

They had their lunch (her aunt fed her) and after a couple more dips, Maggie tied Melissa’s hands in front and they went home. When they got back, Maggie said:”You know; I’ve got some clothes, which might fit you. They’re old, but if you don’t mind that, I’d like you to have them.” She went over to the wardrobe she had got the swimsuits from and started taking out dresses. Melissa was untied and spent the afternoon trying them on. For some reason they all had a slot in the back of them, and when asked, Maggie explained” They’re there so you can wear this!” She held up a curios-looking leather contraption.

“You see,” she explained,” these straps go over your shoulders like so, and fastens behind your back and in front of you. It’s to prevent you from getting round-shouldered. It doubles as some kind of harness.” It consisted of two leather-hoops, connected by two leather straps, one in the back and one, slightly larger, in the front. “See the metal ring in the middle of the strap in the back? You can hook a chain or a leash to it, thus preventing the wearer getting away from you. It’s a handy thing my dad devised this is, if you’re a young girl from the country going into town with her parents, where there are a lot of tempting young boys. You can add this, if need be.” She held up another strap, longer than the other ones. ”This one fastens in the middle of the harness-front, goes between your legs and fastens in the back. Do you want to try it, too?”

“Yes, please.” Melissa said.

“Very well,” Maggie said, “but then you’ll have to get undressed, because it goes on under your clothes.” Melissa did and the harness was put on, albeit with some difficulty. She noticed that even though it held her shoulders back, thus making he chest-area more pronounced, it wasn’t that uncomfortable to wear, even when the strap going between her legs was added. Sure, it was tight at first, but she got used to it fairly quickly.
She had a look in a mirror Maggie held up for her, and was impressed by the way, her boobs protruded. From then on, she wore the whole contraption 24/7. They water-proofed it so she could even wear it while bathing, or taking a shower. When in bed, she got her aunt to hook a chain to it and then to a ring in the wall, preventing her “falling out of her bed”.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Melissa FM/f

Postby Amagi420 » Sat Apr 16, 2011 9:55 pm

Great story love to hear more. Espesaly about the harness.
Any other lifejacket/five point harness/safety gear fans out there? Shoot me a message!

Re: Melissa FM/f

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:10 am

Hallo yes the last part is really what I like. I wish that you had more told about living with the harness. I would interesting what she get next, that can´t look after the boy if her Aunt is not there. :D
Andrew
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