Postby KP Presents » Mon Oct 12, 2015 2:00 am
The problem with that approach is, to get to the M4 from Holderness, you need to go round the M25 first – an experience Heidi aptly described as “like been stuck in a tin can as it’s pulled along on a piece of string.”
We endured that part however, and soon were heading west, past Maidenhead, Reading and Newbury, before we stopped at Leigh Delamere services for lunch. Getting out of the car, we all stretched our arms up and waited until Natalie finally admitted she would need to put her sandals on, before we went into the main building.
“All right then,” Cindy said as we looked round, “what is worth eating here?”
“It’s a British Motorway service station, Cindy,” Alicia said as she looked at the various franchises, “the definition of worth eating is a dangerous thing to bandy around here.”
“Tell you what – let’s grab some pasties from the shop,” Mr Bowden said, “and I’ll go into the store to get some drinks.”
“That’s a plan – come on,” I said as we all walked towards the Cornish Pasty shop.
“How are you feeling,” Heidi said as she walked beside me.
“Not bad – the rope’s holding up anyway. You?”
She nodded as we bought a selection of different pasties, and then found a table while Mister Bowden brought the drinks over.
“Well,” Mary said as she bit into a minced lamb pasty, “at least this is more edible than a Burger King meal.”
“Hey – what’s wrong with a Burger King meal,” Natalie said.
“It’s a different beast over here Nats – trust me,” Alicia said as she bit into her meal. “So where are we going to be staying Dad?”
“Well, I think it’s a little unfair to expose your grandmother to all seven of you the whole time,” he said quietly, “so I’ve booked us all into a hotel in Cardiff. We’ll get there mid-afternoon, and I’ll drive down to see her tonight – prepare the way for all of you visiting tomorrow.”
“So your grandmother doesn’t live in Cardiff itself, Ali?”
“Nope – she lives in a little village outside Cardiff. At least, I think she does – is that right Dad?”
“Oh yes, she still lives there – so do you think you girls could find a way to amuse yourselves tonight?”
“Oh we might be able to find a way – once we get something to eat,” Alicia said as she looked at us. “So how much longer are we going to be?”
“That very much depends,” Mr Bowden said as he took a drink from his mug of coffee, “on how bad the traffic is once we get over the Severn Bridge.”
“I’ve never been to Wales,” Cathy said, “I wonder what it’s like?”
“Generally, cold and wet in my experience,” he said, “but this may prove to be the exception to the rule.”
Well, it took another two hours to get to the hotel, and when we got there we found six of us would have to share rooms. So we drew straws, and Nats, naturally, got the single room. I agreed to share with Alicia, Mary with Cathy, and Heidi with Cindy.
Once we had got into the room, I sat down and folded my skirt up, untying the ropes that had held my legs together above my knees and finally shaking them out.
“Well, you were right – nobody noticed,” I said as Alicia emerged from the toilet, the rope in her hand.
“Well, I think Dad noticed, but he won’t say anything. So where do you fancy eating tonight?”
“I saw a Tex Mex place near here – do you think we can get a proper opinion on whether or not it is any good?”
“From three girls who live in New England?”
“Who went to Texas earlier in the year and lived on a ranch, correct?”
Alicia nodded and said “well, there is that. Go on then.”
There was a knock on the door, and as Alicia talked to her dad I quickly went to the other rooms and passed on the plan. Given the restaurant was only five minute’s walk away, and we all felt a bit drained, we agreed to meet in the lobby at seven and go on from there.
“It was about as authentic as what you call pizza,” Heidi said as we walked back to the hotel, “but it was good food nonetheless.”
“So what are we going to do for the rest of the night,” Cathy said as she looked round.
“Well now,” Cindy said, “that depends on what Alicia may have been able to bring from home.”
“Oh I may have a few supplies,” she said with a smile, “as well as the ropes we all wore today. So whose room shall we go to?”
“Let’s use ours,” Alicia said as she looked at me, “everyone take the time to change, and we’ll meet up in there.”
So when we got back to the hotel, I changed into a pair of light blue pyjamas, while Alicia out on a blue nightdress that came down to her knees. A few minutes later, Mary and Cathy came in, Mary in a pink velvet top and sorts, Cathy in a pair of white silk pyjamas.
Finally, our three American friends came in – all wearing pink onesies.
“Sorry,” Natalie said, “it’s another silly bet we had. Be assured, as soon as we’re done here, this is off...”
“Oh I don’t know,” Alicia said as she took a picture on her mobile phone, “I’m sure Alice would love to see you in that...”
“Oh you are so dead, Alicia Bowden,” Natalie said as she jumped at her, only to fall laughing on the bed as Mary held her wrists together behind her back.
“So I’m thinking a little escape challenge,” she said as she looked at us, “Natalie against two of us.
“Well, we haven’t got sponges and socks with us...”
“We’ll have to settle for taping her fingers together then.”
“Nope – I have a better idea,” Alicia said as she passed Mary a length of rope, “do her hands so they are back to back please.”
“Like this,” Mary said as she moved Natalie’s arms so that her hands were beside each other, and then secured them together, taking the rope around and between her wrists as always.
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Nats said as she looked over her shoulder, and then saw Alicia pass Mary one of her shoe laces. “Hey, not fair – tying the thumbs together?”
“Old school, definitely old school,” Cindy said as Mary took some more rope, and crossed Natalie’s ankles, lashing them tightly together before she bound her legs together below her knees.
“Now then,” she said as she helped Nats to sit up, and then started to bind her arms to her sides, “you get to pick the second of the three players.”
“I choose Cathy,” Nats said as the ropes at snugly above and below her chest.
“Why not – I’ve been practicing,” Cathy said as she took her glasses off, folded the legs and put them to one side, and then put her hands behind her back, Heidi doing the honours as she put her hands back to back and started to tie her wrists together.
“How did you manage to sneak so much stuff out of the house,” I said as I looked at the bag.
“I just told Dad we may want to have some fun while we’re here,” Alicia said as Cathy grunted a little, Heidi securing her wrists tightly and then binding her thumbs together with another shoestring before wrapping the rope around her chest.
“Has Sam got any better with the ropes?”
“Better than you may think,” Cathy said with a smile as she looked at us.
“Oh no,” Mary said as she took a cloth and the white tape from the bag, “don’t tell me he’s...”
“Oh yes – a couple of times now,” Cathy said. “Turns out I’m a bit of a squealer when that’s done as well.”
“Well, we’ll have to make sure we keep you real quiet,” Mary said as she pushed the cloth into Natalie’s mouth, and then wrapped the white tape around her head, before helping her to lie on the bed and hogtying her.
“You too young lady,” Heidi said as she finished binding Cathy’s legs together, and then gagged her before making sure she was secure next to our American friend. “So, who’s the third contestant?”
Alicia and I looked at each other, and then at Cindy, as Heidi said “oh – stupid question really, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was,” Cindy said as she pulled her sister’s hands behind her back, and we all got to work.
And so it was, fifteen minutes later, that we had three willing and ready victims on the bed, facing the television as I turned it on, and found a really cheesy film to watch.
“Hmgdgdnwstpppgn!”
“Oh – I thought you liked dance films Nats,” Cindy said as she began to tickle her sides, making her laugh into the gag as she wriggled round.
“It’s just such a pity you don’t have ticklish feet Cathy,” I said as I looked at her, “unlike Heidi here.”
“hnnddntuuHMGGDDDD” she called out as I started to tickle the soles of her feet, Cathy been bumped on both sides by them as they wriggled about.
“Oh dear, feeling left out,” Alicia said as she looked at Cathy. “Is this the right moment to tell them about your sides?”
“Uwldnhhtddr...”
“Watch me,” she said quietly as she stood in front of the foot of the bed, and reached over, tickling Cathy’s sides as she wriggled as much as the others.
“She is a bit of a screamer, isn’t she,” I said as Cathy laughed into the gag, making these peculiar high pitched voices. And so we continued for a while, making sure they had their fair share of treatment, before we left them alone to try and free each other.
In the end, and to my surprise at least, it was Cathy who managed to get free first, finding the knot that held her ankles to her chest and untying that with her fingers, and then wriggling round so that she loosened the ropes on her wrists enough to slip them off.
“That’s better,” she said as she sat up and removed her gag, “so anyone want a drink before we head off to bed.”
“Alicia?”
As I sat in the bed, waiting for her to come back from the toilet, there was something on my mind.”
“Yeah?”
“Just how bad are relationships between you and your grandmother?”
“I honestly don’t know,” she said as she came in, “but it must be serious to get Dad out here. I’ll worry about it in the morning...”