A twist on the UK festival Glastonbury...females tied and gagged only!
The vehicle suddenly struck a pothole and I gave a "Mmmmpppph!" muffled cry. A sunglass-covered face peeked into the central rear view mirror and I heard dad's voice, "Sian, are you alight?"
"Mmmm..." I replied, half lying, My wrists are sore from that bum.
"Come on you can say the code louder than that," dad said.
"Mmmmm...." I gave a louder gag reply.
"Liz dear?"
My mother next to me gave the same, though I suspected she too was bruised. Ok, you would wonder why we were both gagged. Or rather tape gagged with hypoallergenic tape, our wrists tied behind us and our ankles equally tied. No Dad and my younger brother Bryn were not some lunatic kidnappers or sadistic people. Rather, Our whole family was going to the annual Boundonbury Festival. This was an early summer event where girls from across the country would be restrained and gagged by their partners or family members and go through several competitions to win a grand prize. My family, well the females in my family had a history with this competition. My grandma was the reigning champion for five years in the 1950s, my mother clinched the second runner's up post a few years back. I myself had tried it each alternative year since I was fourteen, (some years I had other activities on) but always blundered or was disqualified. This would be my third time in it and my family was counting on me to score in the teenager's section.
As it is females who are under "distress", males have to guide them around the competition grounds, choose which tests/games to enter and dictate everything for the girl: what to wear and what restraints to wear each day etc. Total obedience towards the male sex in other words. Naturally it can be physically and mentally draining, but the prizes, usually money, were worth it. Anyway, as it was summer that meant summer clothing which helped as it was a scorching heat. Mum was dressed in a knee length thin strapped floral dress, the straps so thin that her beige bra straps were evident poking out. I was in a Y-back style peach-coloured top with a blue bra, jeans skirt and pink high waist knickers--don't ask me what colour pants mum wore!
I readjusted myself as the caravan chugged on. Yeah it was a caravan, consider the competition was across the week. We would live out of if although some families would be brave and stay in tents or simply lie on the grounds. No thanks! Just as I found a comfortable position with my hands behind me, the vehicle slowed down. What now?
"There's a police vehicle ahead," dad announced, as he brought the caravan to a stop. "Funny, I thought they knew the exact date of the festival." Boundonbury was supported by the national police but being an event with hundreds of thousands, they naturally hand a say over parts of the event. "Hello, officer," my dad answered, winding down the window.
"Inspection sir. All out of you out of the vehicle," he ordered. With help from my brother, I was guided out into the blazing heat of the day. "Inspection of all vehicles sir. It's to check for contraband and any prohibited items." For fifteen minutes all four of us were in the sun as dogs and officers searched our vehicle. I my have been bound and gagged before, but its still not easy to stand it with those on! Especially since I chose to wear heeled shoes--silly me.
"Sir, we'll have to do a pat down of each of you," the inspector said. Pat down?! "It's a compulsory one. You'll get a more thorough search before you enter the grounds." I really didn't the sound of that. Luckily, it was a female constable and she wasn't that rough, though she checked every area of my body! "Thank, sir, you're clean, move along."
"Well that's indeed new," dad said, as we re-entered the vehicle. Noticing my sweat on forehead, he reached for the small fridge and extracted to bottles. "Let's hydrate the girls," he told my brother. I was thankful for that and accepted the squeeze bottle of icy cold water, even though it lasted for a few seconds."Ooops," my brother said, as water dropped onto my nice top. I glared at him--based on the rules, we ladies were not allowed to talk at all, even un-gagged unless it was an emergency." We finally moved off and ten minutes later, we reached the festival's entrance.
TBC.