When I walked into my room, I saw a very different outfit from that morning laid out. It was a light pink cardigan and top, white socks and what looked like black and white bowling shoes, but it was the skirt that was different. It was very long, blue in colour, with a pink flamingo printed on the front. I’d seen this type of skirt in old movie stills – a poodle skirt, if I remembered rightly. I soon had my shoes and the dress off, and put on the clothes, using the wide brown leather belt around my waist as well.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled as the skirt fell over my knees, going almost to my feet as the pleats flowed down – so my knees were still covered. But I had a dilemma – the socks.
But then I thought “what the heck” and put the socks on over my tights, before putting on my shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled and then went out to find Patty and Rachel waiting in the corridor. They were both wearing similar outfits – Patty in a long red skirt with a pair of dice on the side, and a peach coloured top, while Rachel had on a red jumper and a grey skirt with a black circle and “5 ‘s” on each side, then “Rock N Roll” on the circle. She had a red belt round her waist, Patty a black one.
“So,” Rachel said, “what do you want to do this afternoon?”
“Honestly – I want to be tied up all afternoon,” I said with a smile.
“Fair enough,” Patty said as we walked to the playroom, “but I think we need to see how much you have learned.”
“Oh – how?”
“You get to tie Rachel up,” she said as we walked in. I stared at both of them, before I whispered “can I?”
“Sure,” Rachel said with a smile, “so, what do you want to do first?”
Well, in my excitement I grabbed the rope first, but then I remembered. “Nope – I need to cover your hands first, right?” Patty nodded as I looked for two sponges, and handed them to Rachel, waiting as she made the fists before I took the duct tape and wrapped them round her hands.
I then found a pair of sports socks, and pushed her sleeves up so that I could pull the socks over her hands, up her arms, and then tape them to her skin with the white tape. Looking at her sleeves, however, I then pulled them down over the socks and taped the cuffs to her covered wrists.
“Very clever,” Patty said, “I’ll need to remember that one. Now tie her wrists together – the Square lash, then the usual binding.” I nodded as I arranged Rachel’s wrists at right angles, and then took the first length of rope.
Well, I did my best with the square lash, but it probably wasn’t as tight or neat as when Patty did it to me. Still, I made three passes round, cinched it and tied it off, and then added the second wrist binding.
“Okay,” I said quietly, “now I fix your arms to your body.” Patty and Rachel both nodded as I used one long length of rope to tie her wrists to her back, passing it round her waist and then between her wrists and her back, and tied the off. Next was the rope around her arms and stomach, in the double figure of eight.
As I tied that off, I wondered again about those extra ropes, but I had no idea how they were tied, so I said “time to start keeping you quiet Rachel.”
“Gotcha,” she said as I found two clean hankies, balling one up and placing it in the centre of the other, before rolling that into a band. I asked her to open her mouth as wide as she could, waiting as she did so before I eased the wad behind her teeth, and left the ends hanging in front of her mouth.
“That’s it,” Patty said as I got it all in, “now for the next part.”
Nodding, I took a strip of towelling and tied a knot in the middle, then pushed that into her mouth as well, before tying it tightly round her neck. I felt strange as I then tied the handkerchief round her head, the knot on top of the first one.
“Uhhlrht,” Rachel said as she looked at me. “Yeah – just a very different feeling doing it to someone else,” I said as I looked at her, trying to remember what was next. She smiled and looked at me, and when I said “oh yeah – duct tape” she smiled and nodded.
So I took the roll of silver tape and tore strip after strip off, pressing it down until her face from her nose to the tip of her chin was silver.
“Now for the wrapping,” I said as I took the white tape, and wound it tightly round her head, covering the cloth and the silver tape as Rachel got quieter and quieter. I then tore the tape free and pressed it down, before taking the silver tape and wrapping that round as tightly as possible, keeping Rachel’s head steady with one hand as I did so.
For the finishing touch, I found a grey scarf, folded that into a band and tied it tightly round her head, covering everything. This really was fun – almost as much fun as someone tying me up and gagging me…
“Are you finished,” Patty said as she looked at me, and I looked at Rachel, kicking her feet to and fro…
“D’OH!” I found some more rope and tied her ankles tightly together, taking the rope around and between her sock covered ankles, before tying it off. Looking up at her, I said “do you want your legs tied together under the skirt?”
Rachel nodded, so I folded her skirt back and secured her legs below her knees. As I took the rope between her legs, I suddenly realised I may end up tied this way as well – but it was too late now…
As I folded the skirt back, Patty smiled and clapped as she said “well done – ready for your turn?”
“Oh yes,” Debbie said as I picked up two sponges, Rachel mumbling and swinging her legs to and fro, her skirt moving with her. As I started to tape over her hands, Debbie said “I can’t believe you thought of all these ideas. Where did they come from?”
“Well, they developed over time I suppose. At first, it was just the ropes round our wrists and ankles, and our stomach and waist, while the gag was just strips of tape, sometimes with something in our mouths. It was Uncle John who first taught me the double figure of eight…”
“And the gag? Where did that come from?”
“Well, it was Jay Edwards, when he kidnapped all of us and took us to Wissenden Hall, who first wrapped the tape round our heads,” I said, Rachel nodding in agreement. “He used duct tape at first, with a scarf tied over our hair, but he also used the special tape – the white one – which doesn’t need that. IT was some boys we know, when they invaded a sleepover with other friends, who used both at the same time.”
“And the hand,” she asked as I pulled the sleeves of her cardigan down and taped them to the socks.
“That was a way to stop us using our fingers. At first, just the socks, but then Granny Miranda showed us we could rip the socks.” Debbie sat down as I crossed her wrists behind her back, and started to bind them together. “So we taped out fingers together for a while. Believe it or not, it was Angela who showed us how to hold sponges and then cover our fists in tape, then cover them with socks.”
“And the cloth over the tape?”
“A big summer party we all came to,” I said as I tied the second rope around her wrists, and then wound the rope around her wrists and waist. “Anyway, we call it the full works, and over time we’ve perfected it.”
“But the extra wrist binding?”
“Oh yeah – that’s new. Maybe I should call this the full full works,” I said as I tied the rope around her arms and stomach, and then went to fetch two hankies. “Anyway, you have had the full works, and now you are fully inducted.”
“No I haven’t.”
I turned from where I was preparing the first stage of the gag, and said “What do you mean?”
“When we were at your house,” Debbie said as she twisted round, “there were two more bands of rope around your arms and chest, and they made sure you really could not move. I can move – a little – and I want to be unable to.”
I glanced at Rachel, who also looked surprised, before I said “are you absolutely sure you want them?”
“YES,” Debbie said as she looked at me, “until I have them, I do not have the full works, do I?”
“Well, all right,” I said as I put the handkerchiefs down, “If you want the extra ropes, you shall have the extra ropes.” I took another length of rope, and tied it around her arms below her chest – then one above…
As she tied the extra ropes round me, I felt them pressing on my chest, and now knew I really was getting everything. It was almost as if they wanted to keep the extra ropes, and how they kept them from moving, a secret – but so far, it just seemed – nice.
I glanced over as Patty found a shorter length of rope, and passed it round between my left arm and body, tightening… Oh. Tightening the ropes so they pressed more firmly on that side.
“Are you sure we want me to carry on,” she said as she took a second shorter length of rope. I nodded and said “Yes” – and then let out a little gasp as the rope tightened on the other side.
The band had felt nice before, but now I could see my breasts were essentially framed by the ropes, and they were rubbing on them. It felt different from what I was expecting, and I tried to shake them off – and then realised I was tied up. It was annoying, and I for the life of me could not figure out why they would want them – although I knew now why they could not move.
Patty picked up the first part of the gag, and said “do you want me to remove the extra ropes?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to feel this way, so I opened my mouth to say remove them…
“No – carry on.”
I was shocked to hear myself say that, but as Patty walked over I knew I needed to speak quickly, to ask her to take them off, to… Bu tit was too late, as I opened my mouth and the wad filled my mouth again! “Tkkthtmmff” I mumbled, but Patty didn’t understand me, as she finished the second part of the cleave gag ad tied the ends off.
“So, shall I remove the ropes now?” “Nod, nod,” I thought to myself as they ribbed more on mw – and then I shook my head from side to side! “So you want them to stay on?” This time, I thought “shake your head, shake your head…” and nodded!
What on earth was going on? How could I get this feeling to stop if I cannot tell Patty to remove them? As she covered my mouth with the duct tape, I tried to say something, but it only came out as a low mumble…
“Sorry – can’t understand you,” she said as she applied the two layers of tape, and then tied a folded blue cloth round my head to complete the gag. “You’d better tell me later when you can talk.”
Patty then stood in front of me and said “Is your nose itchy?” I shook my head from side to side, and then she asked “well, do you need to go to the toilet?” Once more I shook my head, before she said “so do you want me to take the extra ropes off?”
This time I wanted to nod – and instead I shook my head again, as the ropes rubbed even more on me, and I felt so, so strange…
“Well, you’d better take a seat,” she said as she walked me over to a stool next to Rachel, sitting down and tying my ankles tightly together side by side as I tried to get comfortable. She then looked up at me and said “do you want your legs tied together under your skirt as well?”
I nodded, Patty folding the skirt back and saying “are you wearing tights?” I nodded as she tied my legs together, the rope rubbing on the tights, and then folded the skirt back down again.
I squirmed round, the ropes rubbing even more as Patty looked at Rachel, and her friend nodded, Patty tying the extra ropes round her chest as well. I watched as she seemed to sigh and shake a little when the ropes were tightened, and then look over at me.
“Now, you both stay there,” Patty said as she left the room, and I tried to decide what to do next…
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