## Despite everything

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:16 am

Despite everything, she puts us through in this story; sheâ€™s still our favourite candidate if you want a babysitter, or someone to hang out with. We promise!
Who â€œweâ€ are? Let me introduce everyone of any importance in this story. They are, in no particular order:
Peter (thatâ€™s me) 14 years old
Sandra (my sister, and a major pain in the arse, if you ask me) 16 years old, rapidly advancing the 60â€™s
Wanda (the babysitter) 30 something
OK, here goes! Our parents were going away for a couple of hours, and asked Wanda if she could stay with us until they came back. She, naturally, said she could. It just so happens, she likes us as much as we like her. Sheâ€™s great at devising things for us to do. Sheâ€™s often said, she could spend time with us, even without her getting paid.
The moment she stepped through the door, the look she gave us, told me she had something special in mind for us. No sooner had we said â€œGood bye, see you soonâ€ to our parents and closed the door, than she said:â€I need you two,â€ she said, needlessly pointing at us, â€œto change your clothes. In this bag, Iâ€™ve got a few things I want you to wear. I think theyâ€™ll fit you.â€ She gave us a couple of plastic bags. When I looked inside mine, I saw a leotard and a pair of pantyhose. â€œAs I understand it,â€ she continued, â€œneither one of you have been tied up before. Is that correct?â€ We looked at each other and shook our heads.
â€œWell then!â€ she beamed. â€œWhy donâ€™t we try doing two things at once? In your case, Peter, make that three. I take it youâ€™ve never worn a leotard and pantyhose before?â€ Once again, I shook my head, too stunned to answer verbally. â€œWell then, off you go. When you come back, Iâ€™ll have everything set up here.â€
We did as she told us, and when we came back, she had put the contents of a third plastic bag on a table. When she saw us, she said:â€The two of you look adorable. You know that, donâ€™t you? Now come over here, and weâ€™ll begin. Weâ€™ll start with the basics.â€ Wanda told me to put my hands behind my back, about a foot apart, folded a piece of rope in two and gave it to Sandra. Before long, I had my hands tightly tied behind my back. Wanda inspected Sandraâ€™s work, giving her a thumbs-up. Then, using the same technique, Sandra tied a rope around my thighs, just above my knees, as well as around my ankles. She helped me sit down on the floor, and Wanda said; â€œNow you have a choice; either leave him like this, or put him in whatâ€™s called â€œhogtieâ€. If you choose the hogtie-alternative, you just put him on his stomach, bend his knees and connect his wrists to his ankles, using a rope. But if it were up to me, Iâ€™d leave him like this. A hogtie would be a bit too advanced, I think.â€ They left me there, bound, for about half an hour, before freeing me. Then I bound Sandra the same way.
When it was time for me to release her, I was told not to release Sandraâ€™s hands or knees, just her feet. Then Wanda tied me as before (but excluding the ankles), and told us both to sit down in a couple of chairs. She tied us to them, using a rope around our waists and chests. She went to get two long strips of cloth, folded in half lengthways. She tied a soft ball in the middle of it, and she forced it in our mouths, past our teeth, knotting them off behind our heads. Finally, she blindfolded us both. Then she said:â€Iâ€™ve just devised a little competition for you. Whoever gets out of the bonds first, get to decide what will happen to the one who loose. There will be no time-limit as such but remember, your parents can, and will, be coming through the door soon. So I suggest you get moving. But not until I say the word â€˜goâ€™.â€
Then, she left us sitting there, trying to get free. I managed doing so, just in time to hear a key being inserted into the keyhole and our parents coming in to the room. I thought theyâ€™d have a fit and forbid Wanda coming over ever again, but they just smiled and asked if weâ€™d had as great a day as they had had
It wasnâ€™t long, before Wandaâ€™s services were called upon, once again. This time, it would be for an entire weekend. When she came, we had already changed into our leotards and pantyhose.
She asked us, if weâ€™d like to spend the weekend at her place. That question surprised me at least, because it would mean Iâ€™d have to put my trousers back on, and maybe even a sweater. I must have looked a bit disappointed, because she said:
â€œDonâ€™t look so down in the dumps. Youâ€™re worried about your clothes, arenâ€™t you?â€ When I nodded, she smiled and said weâ€™d soon have other things to worry about, besides our clothes, or lack thereof. She was actually going to tie our hands behind our backs, before we left. That is, if we wanted her to? Sheâ€™d of course hang coats over our shoulders to hide our bound arms. As she lived not far from us, we immediately said â€˜yesâ€™. Luckily, the walk there was, for the most part, uneventful. We only got a few curious glances from people passing by.
She lived on the top floor, but there was no elevator. When we got there, we soon realized just how difficult it is to climb stairs, when you canâ€™t use your arms for support or balance. We entered Wandaâ€™s apartment, and Sandra almost immediately blurted out she had almost fallen down the stairs a couple of times.
Wanda herded us into a room, with chains hanging down from what looked to be slots in the ceiling. She said she was going to temporarily release our hands, and retie them in front of us. â€œNo need,â€ Sandra said. â€œPete and I are so flexible we can get them in front of us, without first being released. Arenâ€™t we, Pete?â€ If it had been possible, I would have burnt her to a crisp, with my stare. As it was, I only nodded.
â€œOK! A little less talk, a little more action then, if you please.â€ With those words, we got started. At first, I intensely studied what Sandra was doing, but as I got the hang of it, I gradually overtook the lead, more and more. The most critical moment, both for Sandra and me, came as we were trying to get our bound hands past our feet, but after having looked like overturned tortoises for a while, we finally did it. I got to my feet one minute or two before my sister, and Wanda praised us for having done such a great job. As it had been hard work, we could only manage a nod.
Wanda grabbed the ropes connecting our hands, and led us to the chains. She connected my hands to one chain, and Sandraâ€™s to the other. Then she bent down and, spreading our legs wide apart, tied our feet to rings bolted into the floor. After having done that, she went over to a winch, and slowly, very slowly, started cranking. Gradually, our hands were raised in the air. In fact, she didnâ€™t stop until our feet would have left the floor, had it not been for our bound feet. She walked behind us, tightly blindfolding first Sandra, then me.
After that, I could hear Wanda leaving us, only to come back, sometime later.
She must have changed at least her shoes, as it now sounded as if she wore very high heeled ones. As the â€œclick, clackâ€-ing sound of the heels got closer, I could hear Sandra starting to writhe, and start laughing uncontrollably, a few moments later.
Then suddenly, while Sandra was still laughing, I started having strange sensations, kind of like little feet walking up and down my body. At first, I clenched my teeth. â€˜No,â€™ I thought, â€˜she is NOT going to make me laugh, the way Sandra is! She simply is NOT!â€™ But of course, within a few minutes, I was. An eternity later, the tickle torture ended. We were allowed to catch our breath. Then I heard Wanda say:â€As the two of you made such a noise, I will now gag you. I donÂ´t want the neighbours wondering what IÂ´m doing, now do I?â€
I heard Sandra moan, but it gradually got fainter and fainter, until I could hardly hear her. I also heard what sounded like tape being applied to something, presumably to her head.
Then, I felt a firm grip on my lower jaw, forcing my mouth open. Something was put into it, filling it almost to the point of bursting. The lower half of my face was covered with strips of fabric. Then my head was thoroughly taped up. Our mouths and eyes were from then on, as it were, â€˜out of commissionâ€™. For how long, none of us knew at that point.
The torture lasted for quite awhile, far too long, in my opinion. Then, my hands were brought down, and unhooked from the chain, and my feet freed. It was quite a relief to be able actually to walk around, after all of that.
Suddenly I heard my sistersâ€™ voice, whispering in my ear: â€œHaving fun yet, bro?â€ It suddenly dawned on me, that maybe I was the only one being tickled, the whole time. If so, my revenge would be slow and gruesome. Definitely not swift, but all good things come to those who wait. Doesnâ€™t it?
The tape and fabric around my eyes were removed and I could indeed see, I was the only one, having my hands tied. Sandra even had had time to change clothes. If I hadnâ€™t been gagged still, I would have called her some things, highly unsuitable for a boy my age. Or any age, for that matter.
As there were two of them, and only one of me, my hands were swiftly tied behind my back, and I was forced to sit, next to one of the rings in the floor. My hands were fastened to it, and I was forced to bend my knees, so my feet could be tied to the other one. It was a bit uncomfortable, and I was left like that, for some time. Eventually, I was led to the, by now badly needed, bathroom.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Despite everything

Post by xtc » Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:31 am

Hi Lasse. Nice to hear from you as ever. Does this story continue?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Despite everything

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:55 am

Yup!
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Despite everything

Post by lonewolfandfriends » Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:18 pm

well please continue

### Re: Despite everything

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Oct 04, 2011 6:53 am

The next morning, I woke up in bed feeling a bit stiff. I panicked a bit at first, because I wasnâ€™t able to move, or see! Then I felt all the various straps, fastening my arms, chest, waist, knees and feet to the bed frame. The answer to the question why I couldnâ€™t see anything was; I was still blindfolded.
I was to remain bound and blindfolded 24/7 (except for flying visits to the bathroom), until it was time for us to return home. That was our deal. In return, I was to receive all the help I needed. And I had an â€œimmunity cardâ€, as far as tickling was concerned, anyway.
Why I made this deal with the girls? I honestly donâ€™t know.
Probably because Wanda promised to subject my sister to my â€œdoseâ€ of daily tickles, as well. And I was promised to â€œlisten inâ€ on it. To prove to me they werenâ€™t cheating, I was to receive a DVD of it all, afterwards.
I heard Wanda come in to release me, so I could get out of bed. As I was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, she tied my knee together and my hands behind my back, and we went to the kitchen, so I could have some breakfast.
As the hours past, I found I got better and better at getting around, even though I was blindfolded. I especially enjoyed hearing Sandra laughing to the point of gasping for air, while getting the long overdue tickle-sessions, she so richly deserved. The only times I found things awkward were mealtimes (but I soon got used to being spoon fed), and using the bathroom while still blindfolded. At night, Wanda led me to my bed, and made sure the straps holding me down in bed were tight enough, so I wouldnâ€™t be able to move around too much, but not to the point of discomfort.
When Sunday evening came and it was time for us to leave, she hid my bound hands underneath my jacket, as we were heading home. However, I wasnâ€™t allowed to change my clothes.
We had just settled down to watch the DVD I got from Wanda, (still without changing clothes) when our parents came home. After having seen it, our father mumbled something, and left.
About an hour later, he came back carrying two large plastic bags. He let mum have a look at the contents. There were an exchange of looks, and I could hear them whisper something. Afterwards, mum, nodding once towards us, said in a formal sort of a way: â€œPeter? Sandra? Would you be so kind as to come here, please?â€ We looked at each other. But, wisely, we did as she said.
She and dad positioned themselves behind us; mum behind me, and dad behind Sandy. Our hands were grabbed and forced behind our backs. A rope was wound several times, tightly, around my wrists, and then knotted off, just out of reach of my fingers. Sandy (as I will call her from now on) and I were ordered to sit down on the floor, back to back, and another rope was wound several times around us, from the armpits down to our waists, forcing our upper-bodies tightly together, thus making it impossible for us to use our fingers to free the other. Our legs were tied together at the knees and wrists. Large pieces of cloth were shoved in or mouths and a long scarf was used to keep them in place, at the same time making sure we were unable to move our heads independently, if at all.
â€œYou might wonder why weâ€™re doing this?â€ dad said. â€œThe answer is actually, really quite simple. It starts with us seeing the DVD. It brought back memories, from when we were your age. We had just started dating, but you mothersâ€™ parents really did not trust us. So, every once in a while, they tied her much the same way you were, Pete. Just to â€˜prevent things from going too farâ€™, they said. That was especially true, if I was to stay the night. It wasnâ€™t long before my parents picked up on the idea, and started tying me up, when we were at my place.â€ As the explanation went on, his eyes started glazing over, and it was becoming more and more difficult to know, to whom he was talking.
â€œHer father, who was a retired locksmith, even went so far, as to make a chastity belt for her. Of course, she never had the key to it. Then I got it. I still have them, the belt as well as the key, in a box in the garage. Donâ€™t know why I kept them, but I did.â€ He shook his head, as if waking from a (pleasant) dream, left us and, presumably, went into the garage. Meanwhile, mum kept an eye on us.
He came back, a couple of minutes later, carrying a cardboard box. He put it on the table, opened it and took out a large metal-plate-shackle thingy, with a hinge in the middle and two steel bands either side. It must have weighed around two kilos. He gave it to mum and came over to release Sandy leaving me, still tied. They disappeared for a while, and when they came back, Sandy wore that metal thingy.
She stood in front of me and turned around, so I could get a good look at her. When asked, she admitted it was a bit heavy and uncomfortable, with all that metal between her legs, supported only by her waist, but sheâ€™d probably get used to it, sooner or later. To be fair, all the sharp edges were covered with a thick layer of foam rubber and leather.
She winced when she realized, she wasnâ€™t getting out of it, until she got married. When it had to be cleaned, there was a spare.
Meanwhile, dad had continued to, silently, rummage through the box, and now, he produced four cuffs. Judging by the size of them, they were leg- and handcuffs. My hands and feet were released, but instead locked in cuffs, as were Sandyâ€™s. Then, out of the box, which, somehow seemed to be bigger on the inside than on the outside, two massive-looking metal-gags where taken, and put on us. The gags completely covered the lower part of our faces and necks, from our shoulders to just below our ears and noses, preventing us from moving our heads. Or make a sound, for that matter. On the inside was a bulge, which went inside our mouths. Chains were clipped into rings in front of the gags, and we were lead to the kitchen table.
â€œHereâ€™s the deal,â€ mum said.
â€œ1. You will be locked in these cuffs a couple of times each week.
2. Sandy: Your chastity belt stays on 23 hours a day.
3. Pete: Fastened to your bed tonight, you will find the restraints you had, when you were at Wandaâ€™s place. You will be in them every night, from now on.
4. Once locked in the restraints, there is no getting out of them, unless there is a real emergency.
And lastly: if you want to be tied up at other times, just let us know, when and how. It is better if we do it than some stranger, even, and including, Wanda.
These terms are not negotiable.â€
Sandy and I looked at each other, as best we could. I liked the idea, but I wasnâ€™t sure she did.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Despite everything

Post by xtc » Tue Oct 04, 2011 7:19 am

Yet another entertaining masterpiece from the master of the world of the surreal. Thank you.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729