Postby iliketights » Sun Oct 15, 2017 11:38 am
Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 3
She again turned her back to me and crossed her wrists behind her. I thought about how Lucy had done it to me. I began again, slower this time, and with more concentration. I wound the rope neatly several times horizontally around both wrists, then vertically around both wrists, and then made a knot and pulled it tight.
“Oh,” she sighed. “That’s much better. You’re a quick learner. Do you have your phone with you?”
“It’s in my pocket. Why? Who do you want to call?”
“No, I want you to take pictures and videos of each step of the process, so that you can study later. We probably won’t get too many chances to practice before the big weekend. Besides, later I want to see how I look.”
“Oh, OK,” I said, pulling the phone out of my pocket. She was really encouraging me to take pictures and videos of our bondage practice?
I snapped a few pictures of her crossed and bound wrists. I also took a video and told her to try to pull her wrists free again. I couldn’t resist panning down her shapely legs to her feet. She must have seen me do this, because she said, “No use filming my feet, they’re not tied yet. Or do you want before and after comparison?”
“I decided to go the honesty route. “No, I just like your legs and feet a lot.”
“You little devil! Speaking of which,” she said as she sat on Lucy’s bed and extended her legs, “it’s time to see how well you tie my legs and feet. Remember, make it tight.”
This was by far the best day of my whole life. The pretty girl who I had a crush on was sitting on a bed with her hands tied behind her back, and she was wearing a skirt and opaque tights with no shoes, and asking me to tie her legs together. So many of my fantasies were coming true all at once, my head was swimming. I knelt in front of her and placed her stockinged feet together and rested them on one of my legs. I began tying her ankles together. I cinched the rope and was about to make a knot.
“Pull it a lot tighter before you make the knot. It has to be tight. Pull it slowly, and I’ll tell you when to stop.”
I pulled the ends of the rope, which cinched the rope around her ankles tighter and tighter. “Are you sure? This looks awfully tight.”
“A little bit more. I promise it’s not hurting me. OK, that’s good. Make the knot.”
I proceeded to tie another rope around her legs just above her knees. Again, she wanted it tight.
“Oh, yes,” she said, looking down at her legs while trying unsuccessfully to find any slack in the ropes. I took more photos and another video of her squirming legs. I put one hand under her knees and one hand behind her back and lifted her, and placed her so that she was lying on the bed. I rolled her onto her stomach, telling her that I wanted pictures of her wrists and the backs of her legs.
“OK, I’m going to make a video of you struggling. I want to see if the ropes and knots hold,” I told her. She started to squirm and to try to free herself.
She gave up after a few minutes. “I think you’ve mastered the art of tying up teenage girls, Mr. Russell Venton. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to escape unless someone rescues me.”
“Do you want me to untie you now?”
“Oh, gosh no! I haven’t completely given up trying to free myself yet. Besides, it’s kind of exciting.”
I rolled her onto her side, and then I climbed onto the bed and put my head down close to hers. Some of her hair was over her eyes and mouth, and it must have bothered her, because she was trying to blow the hair off her face. I gently pushed the hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. My fingers brushed against the soft skin of her cheek and her ear. Her hair felt so soft. I AM LYING IN BED WITH AMY WHILE SHE’S BOUND HAND AND FOOT AND I’M TOUCHING HER FACE AND HER HAIR!
“Thank you,” she said. “It’s strange being so helpless. I can’t even move my own hair without help!”
“Something has occurred to me,” I said. “I just tied up the daughter of a policeman.”
“Yes, you’re living pretty dangerously, Rusty,” she said with a giggle. “You could get into a lot of trouble over this!”
“I suddenly got a mental image of your dad barging in here with his gun drawn. Seeing me here, lying in bed with his tied-up daughter would not make him happy.”
“Oh, I think my dad would congratulate you on finding a way to keep me out of trouble!” she said, and we both laughed.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
“It’s pretty strange. If I had been tied up this securely by a burglar or a kidnapper, I would be totally terrified right now. But I’ve been tied up by a friend, so I’m feeling the warm fuzzies. It’s exciting and relaxing at the same time.”
“I know what you mean, after my experiences last week. But I’m a guy, so I don’t call it the ‘warm fuzzies’.”
We both burst out laughing.
“I’m kind of sad that I’m so good at tying you up, because that means you won’t let me practice on you again.”
“Don’t get overconfident. If we get another chance before your mom’s weekend trip, I still want you to practice tying me up. You’ve got the technique down really well. Next, we need to work on your speed. If you want to tie up Lucy, you can’t expect her to stand still and let you do it.”
How I was hoping that my mom, Lucy, and Amy’s parents would all decide to go on a cruise together, leaving Amy and me alone for a week to practice my rope tying skills. Alas, not all of my fantasies would come true. But at least one more tie-up practice alone with Amy would be great.
“What were your plans for dinner?” she asked.
“Since I’m on my own for dinner, I was just going to heat up a frozen pizza.”
“Oh, can you share it with me? I’m on my own for dinner too, and I’m starving.”
“Absolutely. You’re ready to be untied now?”
“No,” she answered. “If you can take care of preheating the oven for us and putting in the pizza, I’ll just stay here and engage in futile attempts to free myself from my bonds,” she said, with a big smile.
“You sound so dramatic! I like your way with words.”
“I’m glad! Don’t forget to come back and keep me company while the pizza is cooking.”
“I won’t forget you, I promise,” I said, touching the tip of her nose with my finger. I went downstairs in a daze of happiness. Not only had I fulfilled my lifelong dream of giving Amy a foot and leg massage while she was wearing tights, but I had tied her up in the same day! I turned on the oven and ran back upstairs. When I entered Lucy’s bedroom, the sight of Amy nearly took my breath away. She was still lying on her side, with her back to me. I had a great view of her bound wrists. Her shapely legs were bent slightly, so that the soles of her stockinged feet were facing me. Her feet were small and perfectly shaped. Her hands and feet made tiny movements, not in a serious attempt to try to escape her bonds, but as if she were exploring the tightness of the rope. I grabbed a short piece of rope from the bag and proceed to tie it to her wrist rope.
“You’re back! What are you doing?”
I pulled the other end of the rope through her ankle rope, and started to pull the rope back toward her head. This was pulling her ankles closer and closer to her wrists.
“Oh!” she said in a tiny voice. “You’re not done tying me up yet, I see.”
“This is called a hogtie. It’s to prevent you from standing up and hopping around. I don’t want you to fall and get hurt when I have to leave you again to put the pizza in the oven after it preheats.”
When I had finished, she was still lying on her side, but now securely hogtied.
“Oh, this is very cool! Did you invent this?”
I laughed. “No, I’m afraid I can’t take credit for inventing the hogtie. Now that the oven has probably preheated, I’m going to go put the pizza in. Will you be OK like this for a few minutes?”
“I’ll be fine. Don’t forget to take some pictures of me hogtied. I’ll really want to see how I look.”
“Oh, yeah,” I said, pulling out my phone. I took a few photos from different angles. “Let me get some videos of you trying to escape.”
“Escape? I’m reduced to being able to move my fingers and toes now, and that’s about it.”
“Excellent. Let’s see those wiggling toes and fingers.” After making a video, I put my phone away. “Try not to squirm too much. Falling off a bed while hogtied can’t be a very good experience.”
“Don’t worry. I’m staying put.”
“I’ll be right back,” I called from the door.
“I’ll be here,” she said, giving me a wink while looking at me over her shoulder.
To be continued ...
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iliketights on Sun Oct 15, 2017 11:51 am, edited 1 time in total.