Going To Lunch (sequal to Happy Anniversary Honey)...

Postby TiedTight1 » Fri Feb 19, 2010 12:04 pm

"Hi, Ann," my daughter-in-law said as I went out the front door.

"Hi yourself, Kay," I replied as I ran down the steps to my daughter-in-law's big old Caddy. For a modern woman, my daughter-in-law has the occasional bit of retro taste, she drives a very nice old Cadillac, for ex, well-maintained and very pretty. It can be an absolute bear to park, though! Every time I get in it I have a wave of memories from the old days, I can remember when this was a new model. No need to think about how old that makes me, though!

"Ready to go to lunch, Annie?" Karen asked me.

"Sure, I'm hungry enough to eat a horse!"

It was early autumn, and the weather had turned off cooler. It had been a couple of months since the day my family and I had ‘posed’, for want of a better word, for a picture Karen wanted to make for my son’s anniversary present. Since then, life had gone on and I hadn’t thought about that day...much. Anyway, school was back in session, and with the twins back in class Karen had some free time, and the two of us had decided to go out to lunch on a fine lovely Thursday.

(Yes, I get along splendidly with my daughter-in-law, stereotypes be damned.)

The Caddy was a comfortable ride, its air conditioner worked, and so the two of us were quite content as we rode into town, talking about the twins, politics, clothes, life in general. On our way to the restaurant, Karen mentioned that she wanted to stop and run into a local store for a minute to pick up some laundry detergent, since I was there to watch the car while she did.

That comment puzzled me a little, Karen had never struck me as paranoid about having her car stolen, certainly she’d left it unattended many times in the past. I meant to ask why she’d said that when she got back, but I had the radio on, listening to some old songs, and one of my favorites came on. I started to sing along to it and forgot about my curiosity by the time Karen got back.

The two of us were both singing along with the music as we reached the restaurant, and we were in a good mood as we went inside. It was there that Karen did something else that struck me as just a little bit odd: she insisted on a table near a window where she could watch her car! That brought back my earlier curiosity about why she’d wanted me to stay with the car when she went into the store, and I asked her what was going on.

“Oh, nothing, Ann,” Karen said, an impish smile on her pretty face. “Just being...careful.”

At that point, I knew something was up, but for the life of me I could not quite figure out what!

Anyway, we had a good meal, grilled chicken and salads, filling and not too terribly fattening with the light vinegar dressing, though Karen looked longingly at the honey-French dressing.

“If I put that on my salad,” she told me sadly, “it won’t just be its own calories, but it’ll magically double all the calories in the rest of my meal, I just know it. But it’s so good...”

I could sympathize, though for me it isn’t the salad dressings that tempt, but the fried chicken. But still, it was a good lunch, and good company.

After lunch, we drove over to another friend’s house, Karen and I were going to be helping her with a cleaning project, which was why we had both gone to lunch in casual clothes. Karen parked in a shady spot near our friend’s house, there was plenty of room since she lives a little outside of town, with a big yard and lots of trees.

“Ann,” Karen said to me softly, a wickedly amused grin on her face as she did, “remember you wanted to know why I didn’t want the car unattended today?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Wanna see why?”

“’See’ why? I guess so.”

“Come here,” Karen urged me, and I followed her around behind the car. It was then that I noticed that the trunk of the car had holes in it! Little holes in the back that looked like they’d been made intentionally. A moment later, as she raised the lid, I saw why there were holes in the trunk: they were air holes!

As for why the trunk needed air holes, I saw the reason as soon as she raised the trunk: lying there on a layer of thick blankets and a big fully pillow was my best friend Lisa, who also happened to be Karen’s mother!

She was dressed in a one-piece red swimsuit, barefoot and casual, but her wrists were tied in front of her and the ankles tied to her thighs, with a rope connecting her knees to her wrists! She had some flexibility to move, but only so far, and she had a piece of tape over her mouth!

“Hi, Mom,” Karen said to the bound woman. “Still nice and comfy?”

Lisa glared at her daughter, then she saw me and blushed scarlet behind her duck-tape gag.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Re: Going To Lunch (sequal to Happy Anniversary Honey)...

Postby TiedTight1 » Mon Feb 22, 2010 2:16 pm

TiedTight1 wrote:
She was dressed in a one-piece red swimsuit, barefoot and casual, but her wrists were tied in front of her and the ankles tied to her thighs, with a rope connecting her knees to her wrists! She had some flexibility to move, but only so far, and she had a piece of tape over her mouth!

“Hi, Mom,” Karen said to the bound woman. “Still nice and comfy?”

Lisa glared at her daughter, then she saw me and blushed scarlet behind her duck-tape gag.

TO BE CONTINUED...


"What on Earth?!" I asked in shock, as I looked down at Lisa, helpless in the trunk
of the car.

"Mom and I made a little bet," Karen said to me with a happy smile, "if she won I'd
spend a day cleaning up her place, if I won she had to spend a day with me in bondage.
As you can see, I won the bet!"

“And she has to be tied up all day?”

“Any way I feel like,” Karen said with satisfaction. “That’s why I wanted to make
sure you stayed with the car when I couldn’t see it, I wanted to make sure we weren’t
going off and leaving poor Mom all tied up and unattended. Wasn’t that thoughtful
of me, Mom?”

“HHMMMmmmmff!”

I started to chuckle at the thought of poor Lisa, lying in the dark in the trunk while
we had been eating lunch!

“I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten that gag off yet, it’s just tape,” I said.

“Tape can be harder to get off than you’d think, Ann,” Karen answered me, “if you
can’t use you hands! ‘Sides, that’s part of the terms of the bet, she isn’t allowed
to try and escape, if she got the gag off she’d forfeit another day in bondage!”

“Wow, you really goofed up, Lisa!” I said to my friend. On an impulse, I reached
into the trunk and ran my finger tip down the sole of her bare foot, and Lisa made
as much of a laughing sound as she could through a tape gag, then glared at me.
Her helpless, frustrated anger was definitely kind of fun!

“Now you be good and keep quiet here,” Karen ordered her mother, “while Ann
and I go help Nancy with her work. It’s nice and quiet and shady and the time
will just fly, I’m sure!”

In spite of her teasing words, Karen was carefully adjusting the pillows and blankets
to make sure her mother was properly comfortable. Lisa lowered her head to the pillow
and seemed to relax, as if accepting that she was stuck in her predicament. As Karen
lowered the trunk lid and secured it, I couldn’t help but giggle at my friend’s situation.

“I can’t believe you’d do that to your own mother!” I teased Karen. “You’re awful!”

I was laughing when I said it, and I’m sure she knew I was not really shocked, because
she just giggled and said, “If she’d won the bet, she’d have run me ragged cleaning
her place up! Besides, it’s fun to have Mom all helpless like this!”

“Suppose she makes trouble?” I asked her. “If she started kicking against the trunk
lid or something, what would we tell Nancy?”

“Relax,” Karen told me. “Nancy knows all about our family’s games, I think she’d
be kind of amazed I got Mom roped in, literally, but she wouldn’t be upset! Heck,
she’s joined in herself a few times!”

I blinked and said, “Really?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Re: Going To Lunch (sequal to Happy Anniversary Honey)...

Postby TiedTight1 » Sat Jun 05, 2010 4:29 pm

"Ann! It's so good to see you again!" Nancy said in delight as she saw
Karen and myself coming up the steps.

Nancy Kellerman was a forty-something friend of ours, a widow with
two kids, she was active in a lot of the same circles Lisa and I were,
but she was also young enough that she and Karen knew each other
pretty well. In fact, judging by what Karen had just told me, she must
know my daughter-in-law and her family really well!

“You too, Nancy! Ready for us to tackle that house of yours?” I said.

“Sure am,” Nancy said as she led us inside. Nancy had just recently
moved into a new house, and though it was structurally fine, the former
owners had not taken real good care of the interior. Nancy had been
needed to get a lot of cleaning work done before she could paint, and
Karen and I had volunteered to help out. Karen had in fact already
been helping Nancy on the previous three weekends, I had decided
to volunteer for this one.

“Uh...Ann,” Karen said, looking a little nervous and blushing a bit,
“there’s something I need to mention. I didn’t think you’d mind, since
you knew about the games we play...Nancy and I like to liven things
up a little when we’re doing otherwise boring work.”

“Oh, how?” I asked, though I was sure it involved somebody being
tied up some way.

“Well, it’s mild weather, so partly we’ve been dressing kind of light
when we do this, since we have the place to ourselves anyway.”

“How light?” I asked dryly, glancing from Karen to Nancy.

“Birthday suits,” Nancy said with a grin. “Saves a lot of work on
laundry afterward, and it’s kind of fun!”

“You want me to strip down?!” I asked, though I wasn’t exactly
shocked. More like surprised.

“Oh, no, it’s up to you if you want to,” Nancy assured me, getting
a kick out of my reaction. “We just wanted to warn you so you
won’t have a heart attack when we take it off!”

I sighed. “Well, compared to some of the rest of what I’ve seen
lately, that’s no biggie.”

“Oh yeah!” Nancy said, “Kay told me you were part of their big
anniversary thing!”

Nancy insisted I tell the story of that from my point of view, she
seemed to find it amusing and interesting. She got an especial kick
out of hearing how I’d been tied up in Lisa’s lap!

“Oh, I’d love to have seen that!” my friend said, running a hand
through her red hair. “That would have been so cute!”

“I’ll bring over the picture next time,” Karen promised. “But it
probably won’t surprise you that we like to have a little fun
with bondage while we work, Ann.”

“I figured,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So how do you do that
and still work?”

“Same way I garden,” Karen said. “Come on, let’s get started
and we’ll show you!”

I followed my friend and my daughter-in-law down into the
basement, where we were going to be working, and when we
got there Nancy and Karen started stripping down as casually
as you please. Karen shed her blue jeans and top, removing
her bra sneakers along the way, Nancy had been dressed in an
ordinary light dress and she just pulled it off over head. As
she had already been barefoot, that left her in panties and
nothing else, like Karen. And as I watched in a mixture of
amusement and amazement, both women peeled out of their
underwear and tossed them on the pile with the other clothes.

When both of them were nude, Nancy went over to a box
and took out some items I recognized from Karen’s place: my
daughter-in-law’s manacles.

“I’ve been leaving them here since I use them every weekend
here, and I’m too busy at home right now to work in the
garden,” Karen explained to me, as she attached the leg-cuffs
to her slender ankles. The click of the locks was easy to hear
in the quiet of the basement.

Then Karen attached the cuffs to her arms, the twenty-inches
of chain between them reducing her freedom of movement by
a lot!

“There, now what about you, Nan?” my naked daughter-in-
law asked our hostess.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Re: Going To Lunch (sequal to Happy Anniversary Honey)...

Postby oaktree » Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:15 am

Great story so far.
Already looking forward to the next chapter

oak

Re: Going To Lunch (sequal to Happy Anniversary Honey)...

Postby TiedTight1 » Sun Jun 06, 2010 10:47 pm

I turned toward Nancy, curious myself about what bizarre idea my friend
was about to present. It was a very odd feeling, by the way, being the only
one there wearing a stitch! But it was Nancy’s house, and if she and my
daughter-in-law were comfortable working in the nude...well, who was I
to say anything?

“I’m not as fancy as Kay here,” Nancy told me with her familiar infectious
cheer, acting as casual as if she was fully dressed and not birthday-bare.
“I just use ropes.”

As I watched in fascination and surprise, my friend proceeded to take
some ropes out of the same box that had held Karen’s chains. The ropes
had loops tied in the ends, which she slipped her feet into, and then pulled
them tight and used the excess to tie one ankle to the other. It was the
same soft yellow rope I’d often seen Karen, Kevin, and their daughters
use in their own games, I figured it must come from the same place.

“It’s softer than chains, and not as cold,” Nancy explained. “Besides, I
don’t have any chains yet, I’m still a little new at all this!”

Having finished securing her ankles, Nancy now took another piece of
rope, wrapped it around one wrist and with Karen’s held tied it off, and
then she wrapped the excess around her trim waist a few times, and
repeated the process on her other wrist! She needed Karen’s help again
with the knot, but when she was done, her wrists were snugly tied to her
waist!

I looked at my nude companions and shook my head in disbelief. Karen
had on chains that gave her ankles only a few inches of freedom, but left
her wrists with about twenty inches. Nancy had secured herself so she
could walked more easily, she had a foot or so of ‘slack’ between her ankles,
but her wrists had a lot less freedom than Karen did!

“I still don’t get why this is suppose to be fun,” I muttered as I
watched. “Working naked, OK, I can see that, it would be less messy.
But how does it make work any more fun to make it harder?”

“I don’t really understand it myself,” Karen said. “I just know I enjoy
being helpless! It’s kind of fun and exciting and it keeps things from
getting dull!”

“I never thought I’d be doing anything like this,” Nancy put in, as we
began the work of scrubbing and cleaning the walls and scraping off
the paint. “But when I tried it...well, I liked it.”

“How did you get into it?” I asked as I scraped some flecks of paint
off of a facing.

“My sons wanted to tie me up,” Nancy said casually.

Nancy had two sons, Brad and Kyle, who were 14 and 15 respectively.

“And you went along?” I said in disbelief. “Just like that?”

“Not quite,” Nancy admitted. “I thought it was a nutty idea. But they
wore me down, and finally I agreed that if they could both get ‘A’ grades
on their report cards, I’d let them tie me up as a reward. I didn’t really
think they’d want it badly enough to study that hard, but they did!”

Nancy laughed ruefully as she said it.

“So I had to let them tie me up, and the first time I found it wasn’t so bad,
and I started using it as a reward for good behavior and good grades, and
it got to be more and more fun as we went along. I found out later that
my boys had gotten into it after her girls tied them up!”

She gestured as Karen as best she could with her bound arms, and Karen
just laughed and said, “Don’t blame me! Nobody make you like it!”

I shook my head in amazement that anyone would find being tied up
fun...and then I remembered he feeling of being tied to Lisa, and blushed.

TO BE CONTINUED...