Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:58 am

This is somewhat of a continuation of Held Hostage by Father's Ex-Girlfriend. I hope you all like it.

About a year after the situation with Debbie at my house I was going to the local community college getting my degree in arts and literature. Because of my father's good pension I could not recieve any grants or scholarships no matter how good my grades were. I was beginning to go into a ten thousand dollar student loan debt but I was determined to finish school.

Later on that evening I got onto Facebook and saw a friend request from Debbie. I accepted it immediately and sent her a long winded message telling her how I was doing and the amount of debt I was going into to get my degree. Not ten minutes later I got a response from her telling me that she was coming to be in town later that week for her upcoming class reunion. Debbie and my father both graduated in 1973 but my father never cared for such class get togethers. I sent her a reply back telling her we should catch up at the coffee house downtown. We agreed on a time and I logged off and went to sleep.

I was running late to the coffee house meeting because my work at the department store was beginning to wear on me. The upcoming debt was forcing me to work longer hours and seek better positions in the store. I was wearing my black skirt, black hosery, and white blouse which all were lightly coated in dust due to my new work ethic in keeping my department nice and tidy so the shift managers would notice how well I was doing and hopefully give me a decent raise or promotion. Debbie greated me warmly when I walked in. We both sat down and ordered lattes. She was wearing her famous brown capris and a black Colorado Rockies t-shirt.

We began to chat about the weather and other small talk topics. Eventually, after the drinks had been presented to us, we got on the discussion of my student loan debt. "Kim, I have a plan that can get you out of that debt fast." I looked at her kind of strange. She whispered in my ear, "Kim, what if we staged a kidnapping of you and collected on the ransom?" I was shocked.

After a few minutes of awkward silence and a small chat about she had seen Slade open for Mott the Hoople in 74' we got back on the main topic again. "Ok Debbie, I'll let you kidnap me." "Where would you keep me though?" "How much should we demand for my safe return to my father?" Debbie spoke in near silence, "I was thinking like fifty thousand." Fifty thousand dollars would keep me out of student loan debt forever. "I'm assuming you would want half of that money right Debbie?" "Well yeah, it would be a team effort," she chuckled. "I'd probably keep you hostage over at my parent's old house just in the next town over." "It's a short drive," she said.

To be honest with this audience I kinda liked this idea. My dad had been on my ass for a while and I was getting pretty sick and tired of how he was treating me. This would give him something to grieve over and it would get me out of debt forever, a win win situation in my book. Was this really gonna work? Was I really going to surrender myself to Debbie's will again?

I agreed to be kidnapped later that evening in the park by the dasterdly Debbie. I went to my house to grab a duffle bag of clothes and some other feminine necessities. Dad was wondering what I was doing so I told him I was meeting my friend Courtney in the park and then was going to help her with one of her final exam projects for American Literature. He said, "Cool."

I left the house and drove to the park on that cool May evening. I parked next to the old band pavilion, shot a quick text to Debbie, and within minutes her Buick Lasaber pulled up next to me and I got in the passenger seat.

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Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Wed Jun 02, 2010 6:53 pm

Part II

Looking up on that starlit sky evening was different for me. I felt like I was changing and I couldn't explain why.

Lights flashed by and the Buick rolled up along side me. "You ready?" Debbie asked. "Yep." I replied. Debbie popped the trunk and I tossed my bag into it. I opened the passenger door and buckled my seat belt and closed the door. The lights in the car went dim and I could only see the lighted clock and instrument pannel in front of Debbie. She flipped the light back on. "I got you something," she said. She handed my a plastic bag and inside was the album ChangesBowie, a greatest hits collection of David Bowie's material. I was excited. "Debbie you really shouldn't have, but thank you so much." "Aww, you're welcome, I needed something we bothed liked to listen to in the car on the way out to Ellensbrooke. She flipped off the light and I popped open the CD and placed it into her car stereo player.

I turned the dial until it got to the song Ashes to Ashes. We drove for around five minutes and pulled into a small drug store. "I'll be just a minute, I need to pick up some extra supplies and groceries." I knodded and waited in the car. The car was a boring green color that was a very tacky put off. I was suprised she still drove the thing. After a few minutes of being bored out of my mind Debbie returned with four or five plastic bags. She opened the back door and placed the bags in the back seats.

We began driving to Elensbrooke and the ride was a short and windy one from the high winds on the high way. The car shook like crazy but Debbie and I didn't seem to mind too bad. Around ten minutes later we finally pulled up a long dirt driveway to a gold colored house. We got out of the car and she brought all the groceries in and I got my bag out of the trunk. My jeans and my white t-shirt were getting dirty from all the dust and dirt around the outside of the house. Debbie's capris and shirt were always a little dirty and distressed looking.

Debbie unlocked the door and hit the lights of the main living room. It was very modern looking inside compared to the outside of the house. Debbie layed down the bags on the couch and went into the kitchen which was right beside it. She came back in and sifted through the bags. She brought out a pack of Poise Panties. I had to take a double take and looked at her. "Sometimes I have accidents," she said in a very quiet manner. "It's ok," I said, "Remember when I wet the bed up until I was fifteen?" "I had to wear a Goodnite to bed every night and would sometimes soak onto the sheets." She kind of looked at me with a sense of shame. I had never seen this side of her before. "Would you feel any better if I wore one too?" I asked as a joke. She smirked and looked at me with a smile. "No, you don't have too." I went over to the package of panties and stripped off my jeans and pink panties. I took the diaper out of the pack and slipped it on and then put my jeans back on.

"Maybe you need to be tied up tonight so you won't slip away?" She whispered in my ear. I turned to her and giggled.

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Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby chloroformmeplease » Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:46 pm

I like it so far. I knew when I started reading it that she was going to suggest a fake kidnapping. I am also impressed that you know the group Slade. Quiet Riot made Cum on feel the noize a hit but Slade wrote and recorded it first among other great songs. Wow way to go. I can't wait for the next chapter.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.

Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:20 pm

Keep it up, well written!

Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Thu Jun 03, 2010 4:41 am

Part III

The new diaper panty was definetly bulky under my jeans but I didn't mind it too much. It was just a plain white undergarment that rode up to my lower backside and bellybutton. I was used to that aspect because I always wore panty briefs that rode up that much because I never much cared for thong underwear or other styles. As I took a few steps around the living room I could feel the cushioning rub up against my thighs and private areas and it felt warm and relaxing. To feel the kind of helplessness that I had when I was growing up wetting the bed, especially in the sticky situation I was in being "kidnapped" and all was exhilerating.

Debbie walked up and asked "Would you like something to eat?" "What do we have?" I asked. "Well, I can make spaghetti." "I'd love that," I smiled. I helped her put the water on for the noodles and waited for the stove to heat up. In no time we had the spaghetti made and were eating it on the kitchen counter because there was no dinning table left after her parents died around ten years back of natural causes. We ate a plate a piece and almost got Ragu sauce everywhere but we were lucky enough to catch all the spills just in time.

"There's a bedroom upstairs if that's ok?" Debbie said. I knodded and we went upstairs with some supplies to look at the room. The room had white walls and a white ceiling which was kind of boring but it would do. Debbie shoved me on the bed with my face looking down at the sheets. My neck then recieved a few soft kisses. I was getting turned on quite a bit but suddenly she ceaced. I turned to her and smirked. "Ok, let's get you tied up for the night, and if you have to go to the bathroom tonight just let the panty do the work." I decided I better go to the bathroom one last time before I was stuck in bonds all night. I also put on my green flannel pajama pants which was acceptable becasue the central air in the house was still turned on at full blast. "Kim, those pj's are adorable," Debbie said as I stepped back into the room.

"How are you gonna keep me prisoner tonight?" I smiled. Debbie giggled and grabbed my wrist as she brought me around to the other side of the bed. "Be a good little hostage and don't move ok?" she said. I knodded in approval. My wrists were brought up to her level and were tied up in front of me. I was getting excited. She began to tie my ankles together with the same style of nylon rope that she had used to hinder me before. After she had completed that Debbie then wrapped the rope around my legs and torso in a half assed mummification style but it I definetely couldn't move at all. She swept me off my feet and cradled me to the bed. A red bandanna was presented and placed inside my mouth to make sure I could't scream and moan for help. "Nighty night Kim." "Get some good sleep." I knodded at her and she closed and locked the door behind her.

I rolled onto my back and began to doze off to sleep feeling very comfortable and secure in my new bonds and gag. The diaper was a neat effect too. Debbie always knew how to suprise me.

More to Come...

Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Thu Jun 03, 2010 6:53 pm

Part IV

I woke up around 7 a.m., or so the green glowing clock stated next to me in a very blinding light. I began to search with my eyes to see if Debbie had unlocked the door. She hadn't. My body was screaming at me to use the bathroom. I wrestled around in my bonds for a moment to get myself a little more comfortable and to sit myself upright. I decided I would get myself up and untied instead of Debbie helping me cause I also wanted to grab a quick shower and straighten my hair a little. Debbie had really tied me up good this time. Even though my wrists were in front of me it was hard to maneuver them around. Finally, after about an hour of intense squirming, I had gotten off the gag and my hands were free, and not ten minutes after that had untied my ankles and the wrapping around my legs and arms. I rushed to the door to again realize it was locked. With my bladder I got the closest and most blunt object towards me, a shoehorn at that moment, and shoved it against the spacing of the door knob and door crack. Somehow after a couple bashings with a piece of plastic the door could be opened.

The bathroom was just down the hallway and my bag was sitting by the toilet just as I had left it the other evening. Still no sign of Debbie but she was probably still asleep or downstairs doing something. Just then I saw the sack of Poise panties sitting open by the sink and magazine holder. The diapers were nicely folded in the package. Then I remembered my urge to pee and thought what the hell, I'll just go in the diaper and see how well it holds up. I would then know if I could were it to bed again or not for protection. I took off my pj's and stepped into the shower stall to make sure if an accident did happen it wouldn't be too big of a deal. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and began to urinate in the padding. I could feel the warm liquid rush out of me and hear the padding soaking up the fluid. The pad became warm, wet, and drenched very quickly, as I had flooded the diaper. After a complete urination the diaper stood up to the test. As I stripped off the soiled panty I realized it had little ruffles at the top of the brief to make it look more like a pair of run of the mill panties. I tossed the used product into the waste basket under the sink and sprayed some Febreeze to cover up the urine smell.

I hopped in the shower for about ten minutes and then quickly fixed my hair for around thirty or so minutes with the hair dryer and straightner I had brought. Then it was time to put on some clothes. Again I had to look at the sack of diapers just begging me to slip one on under my jeans. I dove head on into my new found fetish and slipped the diaper on under my jeans once again. Next came the white underwire bra and a black Clash t-shirt. I'm sure Joe Strummer would have been proud.

As I walked downstairs I saw that Debbie was not there. Taking a look outside to see that the Buick Lasaber was gone put me in a state of shock. All of a sudden I heard a loud crash from the back of the first floor near the kitchen.

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Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby chloroformmeplease » Thu Jun 03, 2010 8:16 pm

And that is how it's done,you left us wanting for more. Well at least for me anyway.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.

Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:07 pm

Part V

The noise was like that of a crack in the sky but it didn't feel that epic. I heard two men walk in through the back door. "Debbie where are you, you fucking bitch!" The voice wasn't of my father's but it sounded much deeper and way more aggressive. I darted up the stairs as fast as I could and went back into the bathroom. Knowing that this was no longer the time for fetish delving I unzipped my jeans and removed the dry diaper off of me and put on some white panties. The jeans were quickly put back on and my bag packed up with a few extra Poise panties in case the opportunity rose again to were them.

The two men were walking up the stairs after hearing the obvious noises of my sprint up the stairs and closing of the bathroom door. I was in a panic. Two loud pounds came on the door. "Debbie get out here so we can settle this!" "I'm not Debbie." I said bleakly. The men ceased pounding and swearing and had a small whisper of a discussion. The lighter voiced man then said, "Well whoever you are, just let us in so we can talk about this." I checked my bad to see if my cellphone could call out, and of course out here in Ellensbrooke, it couldn't. I decided the best thing to do was just open the door and see what the two men had to say.

I opened the door as slow as I could and hoping the men weren't going to hurt me. The two men were dressed in black pants and the deeper voiced man had on a white t-shirt and the soft voiced man had on a Ellensbrooke Amateur Baseball League t-shirt on which was red. "Why are you looking for Debbie?" "Are you her daughter Beth?" "No, I'm,.... I don't see how that's any business of your's," I said in a slightly aggresive tone. "Grab her quick!" The soft voiced man grabbed me by the arms and flipped me around to where his arms were around my waist and I was facing the deep voiced man. I could feel the soft voiced man breathing down my neck. My heart was racing.

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Re: Debbie and I Meet Again. (F/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:10 pm

I am going to start a new continuation tomorrow for this story under a new headline because the main characters are changing up a bit. Thank you all for reading. Comments are always appreciated.