Postby KP Presents » Fri Nov 06, 2015 5:29 am
I went and fetched my box, Tommy smiling as he opened it and took two sponges out. “Let’s make this a good one,” he said as he handed them to me, and I gripped them in my hand, smiling as he started to wrap the duct tape round my hands.
“So what do you want to go and see?”
“I’m not sure,” I said as Tommy went behind me, taking my hands behind me as I felt the rope start to hold them together. “The local paper’s there – you can have a look once you’ve got my arms tied.”
“Do they do a matinee at the multiplex down here,” he said as I felt the rope go between my arms, tightening the wrist binding before he took some rope around my waist.”
“What, like a kid’s film?”
“Not always,” he said as I felt my wrists been locked against my back, and then the rope around my stomach and forearms, “sometimes they show films you might like again. Comfy?”
“Very,” I said with a smile as I tried to move my arms, but the double figure of eight had them locked in place as well. “Quiet time?”
“Quiet time,” Tommy said with a smile as he took a large washcloth from my bag and folded it into a pad. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I felt the cotton on my tongue as he pushed it in, and then a thin chiffon scarf with a knot tied in it was used as a cleave gag.
Then I heard the sound I love – the squelchy rip as the white tape was freed from the roll, and pressed to my cheek before it was wrapped round my head. To my surprise, he then took the duct tape and added to the tape around my head, the silver band sitting in the centre of the white. Finally, he folded a brown scarf and tied it over my mouth.
“Bobby told me,” he said in answer to the question in my eyes, “ready for the extra ropes?”
“Whtt?” I was in two minds, but then Tommy wrapped the rope around my arms and below my chest, and I sighed as I felt the arms drawn into my sides, and rubbing on my chest over my dress. IT was nice, as was the next band he tied round my above my chest. I wriggle round, smiling under the tape as I expected him to use two short lengths to cinch and tighten them.
So when he stood in front of me, with a longer length of rope, I looked at him and said “wtsstthffr?” For a moment, I remembered the night we spent with Jenny and Alicia, and prayed this wasn’t going to be a repeat of that – but instead, he tied the end of the rope around the two bands under my right shoulder, between my arm and body, the bands coming together as I sighed.
He then did something that had never, ever been done to me before. Once he had tied the rope off, he lifted the rope up and took it carefully around the back of my neck, moving my hair out of the way, and then down the other side, before he tied it between my left arm and my body. It certainly tightened and cinched the ropes, but it felt more secure than before – and there was that nice funny feeling again...
I was as well tied as I had ever been – more so, in fact – so when Tommy picked up another length of rope, I looked at him curious as to what he was going to do.
So I felt him tie one end round my wrists, and then I could feel him taking it up my back, feeding it under all the other bands, and then I felt the ropes under my chest pulling up as he tied the other end to the band at the back of my neck! I wondered where he had got this idea from – especially as I tried moving my wrists, and it made the ropes on my chest rub me, making me feel even more funny...
A car pulled up outside, and as I turned my head – and that made me feel funny too – I saw Mum getting out of the car.
“Mmmsshrr.”
Tommy quickly grabbed my coat and put it on me, buttoning up the front, before he tied my scarf round my head, covering the gag ad with the ends hanging down my back.
“Patty? Are you and Tommy still here?”
“We were just going to go to the cinema, Mrs Pickering,” Tommy said as he put his arm round me, “if that’s all right with you of course?”
“Of course it is – will you come back for lunch?”
“No, we may get something afterwards.”
“Okay – have a good time Patty.”
I nodded as Tommy walked me out of the house, and to the car, Mr Boyle opening the door as Tommy helped me to sit in the back, and then got in the other side, fastening the seat belt over me.
“Where to, Tommy,” Mr Boyle said as he got behind the seat.
“The cinema please,” he replied before he turned and smiled at me.
I could see a few people out with long coats, and a scarf covering their mouths, so I knew nobody was going to look at me as if something was different while we drove to the Cineworld. Even when Mr Boyle parked, and Tommy and I walked into the cinema lobby, nobody gave us a second look.
“Right then,” he said, “I take it anything like an action film is not going to be good, correct?”
I nodded as we looked at the other posters.
“These are all 115, so no good – so we have a choice. Paddington, Big Hero 6 or BoxTrolls. Which if these do you want to see?”
Well, I was given the choice, so I nodded at the poster with the bear on it. “Okay then - wait here,” he said as he went over to the concession stand. I wondered why he had gone there – surely he wasn’t going to get something to eat or drink for himself?
Then I realised – that was the only place you could buy a ticket if you wanted to pay cash!
I smiled under the scarf as he came back over, and we made our way through to the screen. It was already dark, but we managed to find our seats, and I sat next to Tommy as the adverts started to play. I was really excited – we’d been to the cinema before when I had clear tape over my mouth, but never with a full gag, and never tied as tightly or as well as this.
I didn’t really want to lean on my arms, so I sat forward and watched as the trailers played, and then the film started. I just felt so comfortable and safe and happy as I glanced over at Tommy, and then watched the scenes unfolding.
After a while, I started to get tired and relaxed a little, but it took me a while to realise I was leaning over, my head on Tommy’s shoulder as he put his arm round me. I rubbed my cheek on him, and then shivered as the ropes rubbed on me.
I mean, I’ve had those extra ropes before, and it’s felt different at times – especially when I was wearing a corset – but the way he had tightened them was different this time, not to mention that extra rope rubbing on my back. At one point, I got an itch there, and I found moving my wrists a little meant the rope rubbed and eased the itching – but boy did it make me feel all giddy and faint elsewhere...
Then there were the times Tommy decided it would be a good idea to tickle my ribs. I’m ticklish anyway, but normally the coat would block that. The way I was feeling... I could feel it, and I jolted, almost giggling until Tommy put his finger on the scarf, over my mouth, and I quietened down.
Eventually, the film finished, and we sat for a moment as most of the rest of the audience left.
“Did you enjoy the film, Patty,” Tommy whispered into my ear as I sat up and nodded. “Good – I thought it was wonderful, and I really enjoyed it as well.”
Now, I might have believed him, had I not caught him nodding off once or twice, but I was thrilled that he said that.
“Hungry?”
I nodded as we stood up, and he put his coat and scarf on.
“Come on then – let’s go and get something to eat.”
He escorted me back to the car, Mr Boyle holding the door open as I got in, and we drove off.
“Swwhhrwlwet?”
“Oh, it’s a surprise,” I said, so I sat back and looked out of the tinted windows. I soon realised we were heading out of town, and onto the motorway – the one that led to Wissenden Hall.
So I wasn’t surprised as we drove up to the front door, and Mr Boyle opened the door while Tommy helped me out. We walked up to the front door, Mrs Boyle opening it as Tommy hung his own coat and scarf up, but left mine on.
“Come and wait in here,” he said as we went into the front room, and he sat me down on a couch, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I nodded and wriggled round, wondering just why this was starting to feel nice, when I heard Suzie say “oh my – aren’t you hot in that?”
I looked at her, standing in the doorway wearing an old cream sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, as she held Lucy in her arms.
“Ltllbt,” I said as she sat down.
“Oh – let me guess, sore throat?”
“Haahhrhhrrr.”
She put Lucy down in her play seat, strapping her in before she came over and removed my scarf. “Oh my – you and Tommy went out with you like this?”
“Uhhffnnedee.”
“So I hope you went to the cinema? What did you see?”
“Peddngtn?”
“And Tommy sat through it? He must really like you,” she said as she poked me in the ribs, making me squirm round again as the ropes irritated and teased me...
“Heeestpttt.”
“Oh come on – let’s see how he...”
“Hi Suzie.”
I looked past her to see Tommy standing there, with a basket in his hand.
“I hear you’ve had fun this morning,” she said as she winked at me. “So where are you going with that pic-a-nic basket?”
“Into the woods,” Tommy said as he helped me stand up, “see you later.”
“Have fun,” Suzie said as Tommy took me out through the kitchen, into the back garden and then out into the woods at the back of the Hall. I’d been here a couple of times, but not recently, and I looked up into the trees as we walked, the leaves starting to turn brown as the sun shone through them.
We eventually got to a little clearing, Tommy putting the basket down and taking a blanket out which he spread on the ground. He then helped me to sit down, and took food and drink out of the basket. He had chicken legs, sausage rolls, crisps, carrot and celery sticks with dips, little fruit pies – lots of lovely things, as well as a bottle of squash and two glasses.
“Now then,” Tommy said as he started to remove my gag, “this does look good doesn’t it?”
“Ysstddss,” I said as layer by layer it was taken off, until the washcloth was taken from my mouth, “but I really need a drink.”
“Not a problem,” Tommy said as he poured some squash into a glass, put a straw in and then put it to my lips. I took a long drink, and then said “Thanks – but how can I eat?”
“Oh I’m feeding you – just tell me what you want to eat first.”