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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Wed Dec 07, 2016 4:20 am

Hey – new member, wondering if you would like to hear my story?

Welcome Chloe – and of course we want to her your story. Tell us something about yourself first though.

Well, I’m eleven years old, and I live in a big house with my mummy. My daddy works abroad, and I miss him terribly, but mummy’s great and lets me have some friends round all the time. She also lets me have sleepovers – and it was a sleepover a few weeks ago when she came.

I had three friends round – Amy, Blair and Dani. We had been playing games on the PlayStation for a couple of hours when mummy came into my room with Pizzas and Coke.

What were you all wearing?

Well, I had on a pink long sleeved top with a V-neck, plaid shorts, white tights and pink socks. Amy had on a black t-shirt with a funny design on the front, a white long sleeved top under that, grey jeans and short black felt boots. Blair was wearing a black and white tiger skin top and black jeans. Dani had on a black jumper, a black skirt with a purple frilly hem and sparkles, black tights and shoes.
Mummy had been at the office all day – she was wearing a purple tank top over a green striped blouse, a long green skirt and brown leather boots.

So your mummy brought you in pizza and Coke?

That’s right – and we were eating, wondering what film we were going to watch next, when I heard the front doorbell ring. I wasn’t really worried – mummy would find out who it was and then we had the night to ourselves.

Well, a little while later there was a knock on my door, and mummy said she needed to come in, she had a surprise for us. We all looked at the door as she came in – and she was right. She did have a surprise for us.

The woman with her was taller, and wore a brown leather jacket fastened at the neck, brown trousers and knee length boots – but she had something covering her head that pressed her head down and made her face difficult to see. Mummy said this was an actress she had employed to play a special game with us.

A game of Robbers, right? You met the Female Games Player!

I didn’t know it at the time, but yes, it was her. Mummy said she was going to explain what was going to happen, and hoped we would all play along. I asked if we were still going to see a film, and the lady said we would – but she was pretending to be a robber, so she would have to make sure we could not call the police or raise the alarm.

I looked at the others, and then said as the nodded we would love to play along. The Player smiled, and said if we needed to go to the toilet, now was the time. So we all ran to the toilet, taking turns, before we came back in.

When we came back, I saw Mummy had her hands behind her back, and we all walked round to see the Player had crossed and tied her wrists together with white rope. Mummy said she had done this to make sure she did what the masked woman said, and all four of us were going to have the same thing done to us now.

I love that part – when he or she starts to tie you up as a game. Who went first?

I said I’d go first, the other three watching as the Player took a length of white cord from her pocket, knelt behind me, crossed my wrists and started to tie them together. It felt really snug and comfy – especially when she put the rope between my wrists as well. After she had tied it off, she smiled as I wriggled my fingers – and then the others had their wrists tied in the same way.

She then said she need to really make sure we could not move our arms and legs, but to do that we needed to go down to the front room. So we walked down the stairs – mummy first, then us, and the Player behind us. When we walked into the room, I could see a rucksack on the coffee table, and as Mummy sat down in a chair we all sat in a line on the long couch.

She took a length of white rope from the bag, and asked Dani to stand up and face all of us. As she did, she went behind my friend and wrapped the rope around her, pulling her arms into her sides as she made a band around her stomach, and one around her upper arms. She then did something behind her back, which made Dani giggle, before she passed the rope between her right arm and her body, took it up and around the back of her neck while holding her blonde hair up, and then under the other arm.

Did Dani tell you how it felt?

She said she felt like she was been hugged, as she sat down, and one by one the Player tied our arms to our sides in the same way. Then she took more ropes from her bag, and tied our legs together, below our knees and around our ankles, taking the rope around and between our legs each time. I remember swinging my legs up and down when she had done mine, and then talking to the girls about how different it felt.

Anyway, I asked if she was going to do the same to mummy, and she said she would, taking a longer length of rope as mummy stood up, and then binding her arms to her sides as she had done to us. I saw mummy squirming a little as this was been done, bit when it was finished she looked just like us.

The Player then said she and mummy were going to walk round the house, as if she was really stealing things, but we could watch our film while she did this. She then asked if we were all going to be good girls and not scream for help, and we all said we would. With that, she put on the Blu-ray player, and we all started to watch High School Musical as she took mummy out of the room.

She didn’t do something to stop you talking?

Not at that point, no – we watched the film, sang along and talked to each other. After all, we were all playing the game at this point.

Mummy came back with the player about half way through the film, and I saw that she now had some sort of white tape over her mouth. She tried to talk to us, but it was a mumble, so the Player told us she was all right, and asked if we were as she paused the film. The really funny thing was I could see her lips moving under the tape, but could not understand her.

We all said we were as the Player helped mummy to sit in the armchair, and then crossed her ankles before she tied them together, the rope and her boots squeaking which made us giggle as well. She then lifted mummy’s skirt back and tied her legs together below her knees, before she stood up and looked at us.

She asked if we thought mummy sounded funny, and we all nodded. That was when she said the next part of the game was to make it so that we sounded just like mummy.

I love that part as well – when they make sure we stay quiet. What did she do to all of you?

Well, once we all said yes, she took from her bag four squares of cloth, which she folded into pads, and then told us all to open our mouths. The cloth she put into my mouth felt very funny as she pushed it in, pressing my tongue down, but I closed my lips over it and waited as the others did the same, mummy watching all the time.

She then took from her pocket the roll of white tape, and it made a funny squishy sound as she peeled some away and tore it free. Holding it in both hands, she smiled as she put it over my mouth, and then smoothed it onto my face.

How did it feel?

Strange – it was soft, but as she pressed it on I felt to form to the shape of my face. When she had finished, I tried to open my mouth, but the tape kept my lips tightly closed. I could move them, but the tape moved with them as well.

Anyway, he put the tape over Amy, Blair and Dani’s mouths, and then asked us to try and talk. Well, we all sounded the same, as she said she had a challenge for us. She wanted us all to stay still and quiet and watch the rest of the film, while she hid somewhere in the house. When the film finished, we should then try and get free, and the first person to get free can try to find her.

We all nodded at that, so she re-started the film, and left the room. We played along, and then as the credits started we started to try and get free.

Did you manage?

Actually, it was Amy – she managed to get her hands free, bring her arms round, and then untied my wrists and arms. The ropes fell done me, and then I untied my legs before I peeled the tape from my mouth, and spat out the very wet cloth.

Mummy motioned for me to come over, and I peeled the tape from her mouth. There was a red edge of cloth between her lips, and as she opened it I pulled out one of her scarves. She coughed for a minute, and told me to get her mobile phone – that had been a real robber!

The police came after we had released each other, and talked to us, before the parents of my friends came and took them home.

That sounds like a fun night – have you done anything like that since?

Oh yes – Blair and I are both tied and tape gagged now, and I’m typing this with my wrists tied together in front of me…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Thu Dec 08, 2016 5:41 am

Sometimes, the concept of mothers and daughters dressing alike throws up some – interesting scenarios. Three weeks ago, I was waiting one evening outside the home of Jeff and Betty Carter in a Midlands town. Jeff is the area manager for a large supermarket chain, while Betty is a headmistress at a local school. They have a thirteen year old daughter called Yvette – and a very nice collection of coins that I felt needed to be taken elsewhere.

It was the afternoon, and I knew from my research Jeff was visiting some branches a distance from his home – which made this the perfect time to pay a visit. So I looked around the area, and got out of the car, walking quickly up to the garage and letting myself in through the side door.

I could hear music in the kitchen, so after I had prepared myself with gloves and sticking mask, I looked in the kitchen – and there as Betty, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders. She was wearing a brown short leather jacket over a dusky pink t-shirt, jeans – and a pair of over the knee burgundy leather boots with three inch heels. She also had a pair of steel hoop earrings on, and was obviously looking for something.

So I slipped in ad stood, gun in hand, until she closed the fridge door, looked at me, and said “what the…”

“I think you should put that food on the table before you drop it,” I said quietly, watching as she placed the meat and butter on the wooden table. “Now – where is your daughter, Mrs Carter?”

“Yvette? She… She’s upstairs… OH god, what are you going to do to us?”

“Nothing – except make it difficult for you or your daughter to raise the alarm,” I said quietly, “so long as you follow my lead. I want you to prepare her lunch, and yours, and then call her down. You can tell her I’m here to play a game of kidnap or robbers with her and you – your choice.”

“All right, all right – just don’t hurt us,” Betty said as I watched her, the gun in my hand as she prepared two sandwiches. I then invited her to sit down, before I took some rope from my rucksack, tied her waist to the chair and her ankles to the front legs.

“Now,” I said quietly, “call Yvette down.”

“Yvette,” Betty called out, “lunch is ready.”

“Coming Mum,” I heard her say as I put my gloved hand over Betty’s mouth, watching as her daughter came in. Her long brown hair was in a plait, and she was wearing a black cowl necked t-shirt with sequins on it, denim shorts over purple tights, and over the knee tight black leather boots.

“So what are we…”

“Hello Yvette,” I said as I smiled under the stocking mask, “your mum and dad have booked me to play a game of kidnap with you and your mother. Will you play with us?”

Betty looked up at me, and then nodded as Yvette said “Kidnap? You’re a robber aren’t you?”

At times like these, honesty is best, so I said “yes I am – so sit down, and I’m going to tie you to the chair before you eat.”

She looked at me, and then said “cool”, sitting in the chair and raising her arms so that I could tie her waist to the chair, and then putting her ankles against the front legs as I secured them. She then began to eat as Betty said “he’s going to make sure we can’t raise the alarm, Yvette.”

“Will you tie us up so we can’t move,” Yvette said, and when I nodded she said “good thing we do Yoga then mum – relax, he’s got the gun, and we may as well do as he says.”

So they both ate their sandwiches as I sorted out some more rope, figuring I may as well take care of their arms once they had finished. Eventually, Betty said “are you finished?”

“Yes, Mum,” Yvette said as she rolled her eyes, “so what happens now Mister Robber?”

“I want you to lean forward,” I said as I picked up the first length of rope and walked behind her, “and cross your wrists behind your back.” I’d already decided they were going to be the next members of the TTTT club.

As she leaned forward, I used the rope to secure her wrists tightly together, as always taking the rope around and between her wrists, before I untied her from the chair. As she stood up, I took from my bag a roll of duct tape, and used it to tape her fingers together – and then started to wrap a much longer length of rope around her arms and body, pulling them into her sides as I took the rope above and below her chest.

“Please – she’s only thirteen,” Betty said as I pulled the ropes tighter, but as Yvette said “it’s all right Mum,” I took the rope between the band behind her, then under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, then under the other arm before tying the ends off. As she wriggled round, I released both of them from the chairs and waited as they stood up.

“So, Mrs Carter,” I said as I picked up my bag, “take me to your safe please, and then you can open it.”

“All right,” Betty said as she walked first, me following with one hand on Yvette’s arm, and the other carrying the bag.

“This is actually nice,” she said as she walked along, “almost comforting. What will you do when Mum opens the safe?”

“Bind her arms as well – after that, you will see,” I said as we went into an office, and Betty moved a painting, revealing a wall safe which she quickly opened.

“Good,” I said as I made Yvette kneel down, “come her, turn round, and put your hands behind your back.”

A few minutes later, both Yvette and Betty watched as I emptied the contents of the safe into my bag. Betty also had her wrists and arms bound like her daughter, and her fingers taped together, as I looked at the coins and put them in.

“Thank you,” I said, “now we go upstairs, and you tell me where you keep your jewellery. Your room first, Yvette.”

I helped them both to stand and walked them up the stairs, smiling as we entered a large room with posters on the wall. Directing them to sit on the bed, I took two more lengths of rope from my bag and knelt in front on Yvette, crossing and binding her ankles tightly together, and then securing her legs below her knees, the rope going between her legs in both places. As she tried to move, her leather boots squeaked making her giggle as well.

I then said “so Yvette – your jewellery boxes?”

“In the top drawer,” she said as I looked and said “good.” Emptying the contents into my bag, I said “now I need to keep you quiet – really quiet.” From the bag, I took a clear plastic bag and a roll of white tape, before I said “open your mouth as wide as you can.”

As Yvette did so, I pushed a compressed sponge into her mouth, and then pulled a knotted strip of towel between her lips to keep it in. I then tore the end of the roll of white tape free, and wrapped it tightly round her head, covering her lips and the cleave gag as I did so. It took several turns before I completed the winding, and then as Betty stood up I helped her daughter to lie face down on her bed, pulling her legs back so that the heels of her boots were resting on her shorts. A length of rope to secure them to her chest ropes, and I said “now don’t move” as I took Betty out. I could hear her move of course – the squeak of leather told me that.

“Now,” I said as we went into the master bedroom, “your jewellery, if you would be so kind.”

Thirty minutes later, I secured the mother’s ankles to her chest ropes, as she turned and looked at me over the white band. “Have fun,” I said as I left her, and checked on Yvette, before leaving the house…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby Wrapster » Thu Dec 08, 2016 7:19 am

Another great story!! I was wondering how the Players and Jay would deal with a blind victim. A friend of mine is legally blind due to an eye disease.

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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Thu Dec 08, 2016 7:53 am

Wrapster wrote:Another great story!! I was wondering how the Players and Jay would deal with a blind victim. A friend of mine is legally blind due to an eye disease.

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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Mon Dec 12, 2016 2:49 am

I know Steve has visited Southall on a number of occasions, but this particular visit I wished to make actually took me to the Brick Lane area of the East end of London, there to visit the home of Qira Patel. Her husband owned a chain of high end jewellery stores, and we both felt it would be a profitable visit. Our research showed her husband tended to work the later shifts, which left her at home a lot in the evenings with their ten year old daughter Eka.

So it was, one particular evening at about seven o’clock, I was walking from the tube station – parking around there is a nightmare – with the collar of my brown bomber jacket turned up and a brown woollen hat covering my hair, a rucksack on my back as I approached the road they lived on. It was a nice, quiet, tree lined avenue, so I was able to slip up to the front of the house fairly easily. All I had to do for once was reach up and pull down the stocking over my head from where it was under the hat, put on my gloves – and ring the front door bell.

To my surprise, it was Eka who opened the door. She had her long dark hair plaited into a pigtail, and was wearing a purple see through dress, with a polka dot top and a short patterned skirt. Under the dress she was wearing a dark purple vest top and light purple leggings, and on her feet were a pair of sandals with the same shade of purple as her leggings for the straps.

She looked at me, and said “who are you?”

“I’m someone your mummy and daddy has asked to come and play a game of robbers with you and your mummy,” I said quietly, “it’s a surprise for you. So would you like to start playing along now?”

She looked closely at me again, and then said “what would I have to do?”

“Let me come in – I’ll put my hand over your mouth, and we can surprise your mummy by showing her the game has already started Eka.”

“Who is it Eka,” I heard Qira call out, so Eka nodded and let me in, closing the door before I stood behind her and put my gloved hand over her mouth, my other hand on her shoulder.

“Eka, why won’t you…” Qira came into the hallway and stopped as she looked at me. She was traditionally dressed, wearing a long green tunic with orange and brown trim, crimson loose fitting pantaloons, and sandals, and her orange dupatta was over her left shoulder.

“Hello Qira,” I said, “Eka here wanted to start the game of Robbers right away. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Sllrlrtmmshtldm,” Eka mumbled under my hand as Qira looked at me, and then said “of course it’s all right – I had forgotten we were playing this game tonight.” Putting her hands in the air, she said “we’ll do whatever you say, just don’t hurt us?”

“I have no intention of hurting you,” I said as I smiled under my stocking mask, “but first things first. Why don’t we all go into the front room, and while your mummy pulls the drapes over the windows I can tell you what’s going to happen Eka?”

“Plsssmm,” the little girl said as Qira nodded and led the way to the front room, closing the curtains as I took my hand from Eka’s mouth. They both sat on the couch, Qira with her arms around her daughter as I sat down.

“So this is how the game of Robbers goes Eka,” I said quietly. “I am pretending to be a robber, and I have to make sure your mummy tells me where everything is. To do that, I am going to tie your arms and legs, and leave you on the couch while we walk round the house. When we come back, your mummy will be made the same as you, and I will also do something to stop you both from raising the alarm. But it’s all a game, so nothing really bad is going to happen, all right?”

Eka nodded as Qira said “so the masked lady is going to make sure you stay on this couch. You can watch some television for a while – if that’s is all right?”

“That’s fine – so come and stand in front of me Eka, with your arms by your side.”

She walked over and stood, talking to her mother as I crossed her wrists behind her back, and then used some rope to secure them tightly together. I then wound some rope around her arms and stomach in a double figure of eight, so that they were locked in place.

“I can’t move my hands and arms mummy,” she said as she twisted round, Qira nodding as she walked over and sat next to her mother. I then knelt down, crossed and tied her ankles together, and then tied her legs together below her knees. As Qira stood up, I put a cushion on the chair and helped Eka to lie down with her head there, before I said to Qira “come and show me your lovely house.

Eka wriggled round to watch the television as we went up the stairs, Qira saying “I have heard of you and your partner – you make it a game for the children. Thank you.”

“Thank you for playing along,” I said as we reached the top of the stairs, “now, cross your wrists behind your back please.” As she did so, I took the length of cord I had in my pocket and secured her wrists together, before I said “Each room in turn, and tell me where things are in there…”

Thirty minutes later, Eka looked up as we came back in, and said “You can’t move your hands either, can you mummy?”

“No I can’t Qira said with a smile as I took more rope from my rucksack, “and soon I will not be able to move my arms and legs either.” As she spoke, I wound the rope around her upper body, above and below her chest as her outfit stretched over it, and fixing the dupatta to her side as a result.

When I had secured her arms, I helped Eka to sit up for a moment while Qira took her seat, and then crossed and secured her ankles before I secured her legs together below her own knees. As I did this, she leaned over and kissed Eka’s forehead, saying “are you enjoying the game so far?”

“I am mummy – but how will she make sure we stay quiet?”

“I’ll show you now,” I said as I tied the ropes off, and then helped Eka to rest her head on her mother’s lap. Looking in the bag, I took out the roll of white tape, and tore off a strip before I held it in both hands, and said “look at what happens when I put this over your mummy’s mouth.”

Eka looked up as I pressed and smoothed the tape over Qira’s mouth, the shape of her lips visible underneath as she asked “can you something mummy?”

“Eccnnttrke,” she said, Eka giggling as she saw her mother’s lips move, but no real words. She then nodded and closed her mouth as I taped her lips over as well, looking up at her mother as I left, collected my bag, and made my way home…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Tue Dec 13, 2016 2:59 am

There is an old saying in some circles that the family that prays together stays together. When I recently paid a visit to the home of one particular minister, that certainly proved to be true…

Now, as a rule, families of ministers of religion are off the list as a matter of principal, but for the Right Revered John McLean, I could make an exception on two grounds. One, he was also a collector of rare stamps. Two – he was a bigot, who was a very vocal critic on television shows of same sex marriages and other religions. Not the greatest example of the Christian doctrine of Love Thy Neighbour as God loves you, in my book.

At the same time, his wife and two daughters I felt were blameless in this. Jean McLean was in her early forties, with shoulder length dark hair, while Ginny and Moira were thirteen and eleven respectively, both with long hair the same sandy brown as their father. I had arranged to spend the weekend in their town of residence, in the Border country, and on the Saturday afternoon I was watching as Jean kissed her husband goodbye, before he got into the taxi that would take him to the station, and hence to London.

From what I could see, she was wearing a peach coloured knitted cardigan over a grey dress, dark grey tights and what looked like a pair of dark grey fashion wellingtons. She also had one of those chunky bead necklaces on, and dark rimmed glasses. Smiling, I took the time to check my bag as she closed the door, and then slipped out, putting my rucksack on my back as I walked up to the side of the manse.

I was dressed as I usually do for these visits – black jacket, jumper and jeans, dark trainers, and black leather gloves. As I looked round the wall to the rear garden, I saw Jean pegging some washing out on the line that hung across their lawn – which explained what I could now see were fashion wellingtons. As her back was turned, I used the opportunity to slip into the house, across the kitchen and into the front room.

By the sound of things, there was nobody else home – I had seen Ginny and Moira slip out earlier, so I felt I had time to make my preparations…

By the time Jean had finished hanging the washing out, and made herself a drink, I was ready – so when she came into her front room, to find her curtains drawn, and me sitting with the stocking over my head and the starting pistol in my hand, she was taken completely by surprise.

“Good afternoon Mrs McLean,” I said quietly, “please, sit and have your coffee – you look as if you need it.”

“As would you if a masked man holding a gun was in your house,” she said as she sat down, “who are you, and what are you doing here?”

“The press like to refer to me as the Games Player,” I said with a smile, “and as to why I am here – well, it has a lot to do with your husband’s stamp collection, and a little to do with a lesson in humility for him.”

“I see,” she said as she sipped her coffee, “so this is a robbery, correct? And the lesson in humility?”

“You will be aware of how – divisive your husband’s clearly stated views are. Not very Christian of him, if I may say so.”

To my surprise, she nodded and said “I would agree – but he is my husband. I am called to support him without judging or condemning – do you?”

“Mrs McLean, I am sitting here with a gun, saying I am going to rob you – and if you are aware of who I am, you know you are going to be unable to move or speak very much when I live. It would be hypocritical of me to say I judge him for that reason – but I do believe he is wrong.”

“You make a very valid point,” she said with a smile. “So let me guess – when my girls return, I have to tell them this is a game, and they should play along as well?”

“Very well then,” Jean said in her soft accented voice, “may I make a request for when they come in?”

“And that will be?”

Looking at the clock, she said “in approximately thirty minutes – my request is…”

“Mum – we’re home!”

“I’m in the front room – would you both come in girls? There is someone I want you to meet.”

I watched as Ginny and Moira came in, stopping as they saw their mother kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. Her hands were together in prayer, and her wrists lashed together with rope, while her arms were tied to her chest with a band of rope. Her ankles were also secured with rope, her boots squeaking as she moved on the cushion her knees were resting on.

“Mum,” Ginny said, “what’s going on – and who is he?” She was wearing a denim bombardier style jacket over a peach coloured dress, with a white slip underneath, white tights and baggy brown boots. Her younger sister was wearing a peach coloured slip dress over a long sleeved white top, white tights and brown ankle boots, a large coloured scarf wrapped round her neck.

“This man,” Jean said as she looked at me, “is an actor who I have hired to play a special game while your father is away. He is pretending to hold me hostage while he steals your father’s stamp collection – but now that you are both here, I want you to play along as well. As the first part of the game, he has tied me like this, to make sure I cannot escape – but also to give me the chance to pray for rescue, and offer other prayers to God.

“And now, I would like you both to play along as well, and join me in prayer for a short while. When some time has passed, he will release me and I will prepare supper for all of us, while you play along, and then after we eat there will be the next part of the game. He will not hurt you, and it is all acting – so please, kneel either side of me and put your hands together in prayer.”

“If that is what you want, mummy,” Moira said quietly.

“It is – and do not be afraid. The ropes are not painful.”

Ginny and Moira looked at each other, and then Ginny removed her jacket, and Moira her scarf, before they put two cushions on the floor and knelt either side of Jean. Taking some rope, I tied their ankles together first, then their wrists as they pit their hands together in prayer, and finally their arms to their bodies.

I left them for a few minutes as they closed their eyes, talking quietly before I made my way to their father’s study, and started to search for the collection…

A short while later, I came back in and released Jean from the ropes, the two girls watching as I did so.

“Now,” I said, “the next part of the game means your mother is preparing the food, while you two are still held hostage. Do they have rules on television?”

“I think, under the circumstances,” Jean said with a smile, “we can relax those rules.”

“Good,” I said as I removed the ropes from the arms of the girls, and then helped them both to sit on the couch. “One thing though – because you are hostages, I cannot have you calling for help.”

“How will you manage that,” Ginny said, and then she saw as I took two white bandanas from my bag, rolled them into bands, and used them as cleave gags on the two girls. I then turned the television on, put the remote in Ginny’s hands, and left them to entertain themselves while I accompanied Jean to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” she said as she put an apron on, “for not hurting them.”

“I have no desire to, so long as they do as they are told,” I said as she started to prepare some vegetables.

“Will you join us in eating?”

“Thank you, but no – after the meal, I will make sure all three of you are both comfortable, and quiet, before I take my leave.”

“And how are we to be freed? My husband is not back until tomorrow?”

“Your girls will think I am in hiding – which I will be – but I will inform the appropriate authorities after a suitable gap.” Jean shook her head as I said this, and replied “a real gentleman thief.”

“There are a few of us around,” I replied with a smile. “So what are you preparing?”

“Mince and Tatties,” she said with a smile as she started to prepare the potatoes…

“Thanks Mum – that was delicious,” Moira said as she pushed her plate away.

“Well I’m glad you liked it girls – all full up?”

“We are,” Ginny said as she looked at me, “so what happens now?”

“Well,” I said with a smile, “now, I need all three of you to come back into the front room, and to take your boots off. You will be more comfortable that way.”

“Let me load the dishwasher first,” Jean said as she started to collect the dishes, while I took the girls through, watching as they removed their boots and put them to one side.

“Now,” I said as I took out two lengths of ropes, “stand with your backs to me, and cross your wrists behind your back.”

By the time Jean came in, both Ginny and Moira were twisting their arms round, seeing if they could get their wrists free, while I was securing their ankles with more rope, having crossed them first. “So we will all be tied the same way, correct,” she said as I stood up.

“Correct – so watch what I do to your mother” I said, the two girls watching as I took Jean’s wrists behind her back, and bound them tightly together with rope. As I did so, she wriggled her stocking covered toes – I later discovered her boots were in the hallway.

I tied that rope off, and then wrapped some rope around her upper body above and below her chest, before cinching those bands between her arms and body. “You haven’t done that to us,” Ginny said as she wriggled round.

“Yet – I wanted you to see it on your mother first,” I said as I tied the ropes off, and then helped her to sit between the two girls before I secured their arms to their upper bodies in the same way. I then knelt in front of them, crossing and binding Jean’s ankles before all three had their legs secured together below their knees.

“So are you going to use those again,” Moira said as she looked at the damp bandanas.

“No – I need to do something a little more,” I said as I took three cloths from my bag, and folded them into pads. “Open your mouths please.”

“We’ll talk later girls,” Jean said as I put a pad of cloth into the mouth of each of them, and then covered their lips with white medical tape, making sure it stuck firmly to their faces. I then put on a film for them to watch, before saying “I am going to pretend to go now. You can try to escape, but I suggest you stay as you are until someone comes to set you free.”

“Wlldthth,” Jean said before she pressed her taped lips to the cheeks of both girls. I then left, the stamp collection in my bag, hoping her husband would take this lesson to heart…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Thu Dec 15, 2016 7:33 am

The world of magazine fashion modelling is a strange one, and even more so if it involves mothers and daughters – and sons. Well, I tend to only meet sons on rare occasions, so let me relate the tale of Olive and Daisy O’Hare, who I visited recently.

Olive is in her late thirties, and was a reasonably well known model in her day – before she married her husband, a footballer now turned coach. Daisy is her ten year old daughter, and has done some shoots with her mother for catalogues and the like. So, she and her family were fairly well off, so I decided to visit one Sunday morning.

They lived in Aylesbury, in a nice little discrete house, complete with gated and walled access, so I needed to adopt a little disguise. Which is why you may have seen me on that particular day as I pulled up in a borrowed brown transit van, getting out in a brown polo shirt and cargo shorts, brown gloves on my hands and a baseball cap on my head.

Walking up to the gate, I pressed the button and waited until I heard Olive say “yes?”

“Courier delivery – I need a signature for it Mrs O’Hare.”

“Oh all right,” she said as the gate swung open, and I went in, my satchel over my shoulder as I looked round. When I got to the front door, I made one tiny addition to my costume, and then rang the doorbell.

“One minute,” I heard quietly from behind, and then Olive opened the door. She was wearing a lilac dress, with short sleeves that were more capped than sleeves, ad a skirt that came half way down her thighs, and a pair of orange kitten heels. He blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders.

“Right – where do I…” She looked at me, the stocking pulled down over my head, as I walked into the house, the gun in my gloved hand. “Good afternoon Olive,” I said quietly, “no sudden noises please. I am not going to hurt you or Daisy, as long as you do as I say, understand?”

“Who… Who are you?”

“A person who likes to get families to play games – that way, everyone stays happy. So my question, Olive, is can you persuade Daisy to play this game with you?”

She looked at me, and then said “and you will not hurt us?”

“I will make sure you spend some quiet quality time with each other, but apart from that, no,” I said as I took from my satchel a length of cord. “And with that in mind, turn round please and put your hands behind your back.”

Olive turned and did as I asked, biting her lower lip as I secured her wrists firmly together, taking the cord around and between her arms. As I tied the ends off, out of reach of her fingers, I said “and where is Daisy?”

“Reading a book in the main room,” Olive said quietly.

“Good – here’s what we are going to do…”

Five minutes later, I opened the door to the room to allow Olive to go in first, smiling as she said “Daisy, Mummy wants you to join her in playing a very special game.”

The blonde haired girl looked at her and me, before she said “why is the woman’s head covered, and why are your hands behind your back Mummy?” She was wearing a cream coloured vest top and mid-calf pants, with little purple flowers in them, and a short peach jacket with ruffed capped sleeves. Her hair was held back by a white Alice band, and she had a pair of silver sandals on her feet.

“Well,” Olive said as she looked at me, “she is pretending to be a woman who has come to steal something from the famous mother and daughter model team. So you need to do what she tells you, and she will do to you what she does to me, all right?”

“Pretending to be a robber? Wow – is that why your hands are behind your back Mummy?”

“That’s right,” she said as she turned round and wriggled her fingers. “So, let her do the same to you now, all right?”

“Okay Mummy – where do you want me, robber lady?”

“Come and stand with your mummy,” I said, and as she came over she hugged Olive, before allowing me to tie her wrists together behind her back. “It feels nice,” she giggled as I tied the ropes off.

“Now, I need to bind your arms to your sides – makes it harder for you to get free,” I said as I slipped my satchel off, and took two longer lengths of rope out, using them to secure their arms to their bodies with two bands, and cinched between their arms and their chest.

“Sit down,” I said, Olive talking to her daughter and telling them how I was going to make sure they could not move while I looked round. As she did this, I crossed and tied Daisy’s ankles together, and then her legs below her knees, the white bad over her pants. I then crossed Olive’s ankles and tied them together as well, and then her own legs.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I said as I picked up my satchel, “stay there.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Daisy said, Olive nodding as I searched their house. When I came back, I smiled as I said “now I need to make sure you stay quiet. Open your mouth as far as you can, Daisy.”

As she did so, I rolled up a white silk scarf and pulled it between her lips, seeing her smile as I tied it round her head, the ends hanging down her back. I used a second scarf to gag Olive as Daisy wriggled round, before saying “hwllngrwlkthsmm?”

“Slnnatksfrrscu,” Olive said as I tied the scarf tight, and then watched as Daisy rested her head against her mother. Looking at the, I smiled and said “now stay there – help will come soon enough.”

The both nodded as I left, my satchel with some nice things on it as I pressed the gate release, crossed the front of the house and left, making sure I had removed the stocking as I went back to the van…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Sat Dec 17, 2016 3:42 pm

Sometimes, it is good to spread a little Christmas love, and to see a Christmas wish fulfilled. Even as the Games Player…

This was actually something that had been planned for a few months, but for reasons that may become clearer later, the window of opportunity got narrowed to the weekend before Christmas. Rosanne Burr was a writer and lecturer, well known on the political program circuit as an ‘honest broker’ on those discussions. She lived with her husband and two daughters, ten year old Michelle and six year old Laura, in the Chilterns, in the town of Beaconsfield. Which is where I was watching them on this particular Saturday, as they waved the man of the house off. As he drove off, I smiled to myself – I knew I had a few hours, but a few hours was all that I would need.

As they went back into their house, I checked my rucksack, and then got out of the car, walking briskly up to the garage which had been left open. Once out of sight, I pulled the stocking down over my head, and then the leather gloves on, before I tried the handle of the door into the kitchen.

It opened noiselessly, and as I stepped in I looked round the modern décor, smiling as I closed the door behind myself. The kettle had just been boiled, given the steam rising from the nozzle, so I knew that someone, probably Roseanne, was having a warm drink. Looking in the hallway, I saw the tinsel hanging from the ceiling, and smiled as I walked along, and looked into the front room.

Roseanne was sitting on the couch, sipping from a mug of coffee without looking up. She was wearing a leopard print top, her long brown hair falling over the shoulders, black leggings and brown leather mid-calf boots, complete with faux straps.

I waited for a few minutes, and then heard a little gasp. Stepping back, I saw Michelle looking back at me. She had on a long sleeved leopard skin top over a black t-shirt, red jeans and black knee length boots, and was about to speak when I put my finger to my lips, and walked her into the room she had just come out of.

“Hello Laura, Michelle,” I said as I closed the room door, “don’t be afraid – this is just a costume I’m wearing because your mum and dad asked me to come and play a game today.”

“Wow – are you pretending to be a bad man,” the six year old said as she stood up. While Michelle had long blonde hair, Laura had black hair in two pigtails, and was wearing a short sleeved black dress with a tiger print over dress, black tights and short dark brown leather boots.

“That’s right,” I said with a smile, “so I want you both to play along with the game, so that your mum knows when we join her that you are happy with this. Now, to play the game, I have to start by using some of this rope.” Slipping my bag off, I took two lengths of rope and handed them to the girls.

“Are you going to tie our wrists,” Michelle said as she felt the rope.

“I am – behind your backs – and then I’ll use some more rope to fix your arms to your sides. Then we’ll go and surprise your mum, so that she can play the game as well.”

“All right,” Michelle said and she turned and put her hands behind her back, holding them together as I used the rope to tie her wrists tightly together. Laura watched as I then tied her sister’s arms to her body, using a double figure of eight to do so.

“It’s good, Laura,” Michelle said as I tied the rope off, “you can do this as well now?”

“Okay.” The younger sister stood in front of me as I knelt down, and tied her wrists together, before wrapping the rope around her stomach and arms as well. She wriggled round as I tied the ropes off, and said “will you do this to mum as well?”

“Yes I will,” I said with a smile, “and now it is time to get your mum to play. Now, because I’m pretending to be a bad robber, I’m going to walk behind you, and put my hands over your mouths before we go into the room. All right?”

Both girls nodded as I opened the door, and we walked along the corridor to where I had left the door open. I looked at both of them, and then put my hands over their mouths as we made our way into the room. Roseanne looked round, and then looked again as she put her magazine down, and whispered “oh my god…”

“Sllrrhtmmsegm,” Michelle mumbled under my hand.

“That’s right, Mrs Burr,” I said as I smiled under the stocking mask, “I came as agreed, to play the game of robbers with you and your daughters. They’ve started to play along already, and now it’s time for you to join in. Isn’t the right girls?”

Roseanne watched as they both nodded, before she raised her hands and said “please don’t hurt us mister robber…”

“I won’t – if you all play along,” I said with a smile, “I want you to come and stand in front of me, hands on your head.” As she did so, I said to Michelle and Laura “as for you two, go and sit on the couch while I make sure your mummy cannot move her arms either.”

They both nodded as I removed my hands, and they walked over to sit on the couch. For my part, I walked behind Roseanne, slipped my rucksack off and took some rope out, and then crossed her wrists behind her back before I started to bind them together.

I made sure, as I had with the girls, I cinched the bands by taking the rope between her wrists, as she talked to them, made sure they were all right, and it was not hurting. They both nodded and said they were fine, wriggling round as I used more rope to bid Roseanne’s arms to her sides in the same way as them.

When I had finished, I watched as she walked over and sat next to Laura, Michelle at the far end of the couch. The Christmas tree was lit, the lights twinkling, which was when Laura said “can we have a Silent night photo?”

Now, I had seen some of them, so I said “I’ll tell you what – the bad robber needs to make sure you cannot walk away from the couch first, but when he has done that, if your mum will tell me where there are some spare lights, I’ll take a photo of all three of your, all right?” Well, both girls nodded as Roseanne said “all right – in the store cupboard under the stairs.”

“Thank you,” I said as I knelt down, crossed her wrists, and secured her ankles as tightly together as I had her wrists. I then secured her legs together below her knees, hearing her giggle slightly as I took the rope between her legs.

Laura was next – she was sitting back on the couch, her feet just over the edge, so I tied her ankles sides by side, and then tied her legs below the hem of her skirt. As she tried to move her legs, she heard the leather and rope squeak as they rubbed against each other, and looked at Roseanne as she said “it sounds funny, Mum.”

“It does, doesn’t it,” she replied with a smile as she moved her own legs, while I secured those of Michelle. She smiled as she said “We’re going to stay here now Mum.”

“Well, keep quiet for a minute,” I said as I went and found two sets of lights. Putting them down, I moved the two girls so they were sitting back to back, their legs bent, and then wrapped one set of lights around their upper bodies to hold them together. The second set I wound round Roseanne, starting with her arms and then moving down to secure her legs as well.

“We need to be quiet for the photo as well,” Michelle said.

“Yes you do,” I said as I held up a roll of green tape, and then smoothed a long strip over each of their mouths. Roseanne’s handbag was there, so I found her mobile phone and took some pictures of all three of them, the lights twinkling on them as well as they posed and smiled.

“Now then,” I said as I put the phone down, “I need to remove the lights – they could hurt you if I leave them on. I’ll put them away, and then I need to move you so that you can all be together while I pretend to rob the house.”


“For the moment, yes,” I said as I untangled all three of them, “but when I come back, the bad robber needs to change them for something to keep you all really quiet. Now sit quietly while I put the television on.”

There was a musical starting, so I left them to watch it while I went and looked in the bedrooms. Coming back down, I went to the kitchen and got three drinks, in glasses with straws, and then took them into the front room. I peeled the tape from their mouths and allowed them to have a drink, before putting a folded cloth into each of their mouths and then covering them with white medical tape.

As Laura tried to speak, she looked at her mother, and then at me – so I lifted her onto Roseanne’s lap, and secured the two of them together with some rope round their waists. As I did this, Michelle wriggled over and rested her head against her mother’s arm, Roseanne gag kissing both of her girls on her head.

“Now, you all stay there until our dad gets back, all right,” I said, leaving Roseanne’s phone on the table out of reach of them before I left the room. I knew they would be all right – b my reckoning, their father would be home some thirty minutes after I left.

Actually, that was what Roseanne had said when she left a message on the board, asking if I would do this. The jewels I found were left by her, the money to go to a local charity – as the family were emigrating to America after Christmas, and she knew the girls were visitors to the board, she and her husband wanted them to have a very special last Christmas in the UK – starting with my visit…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Thu Dec 29, 2016 1:54 pm

Sometimes you have to be spontaneous – case in point. I had picked up some supplies for future visits, and was putting the bags of ropes and tapes into the boot of my car when I heard this woman say nearby “we need to get back before Miss Dunbar returns – I still have a lot to do.”

“Okay Mummy,” a young girl said, and I looked over to where a nine year old girl was standing. She had flaming red hair, and was wearing a purple cardigan over a grey tiered top, a black skirt with a large white flower print, grey socks and grey felt boots. Her mother had long dark hair, and was dressed in a yellow cardigan over a black blouse with white polka dots, black pants and black shoes.

I don’t know why I did it, but I got behind the wheel of my car and followed them out of the car back, onto the main road, and then to a detached house on the outskirts of town. I parked a short way down and watched as they collected some bags from the car and carried them in. A few minutes later, a second car pulled up and a woman in his late thirties came out, with a twelve year old daughter – and I knew who they were straight away.

So I got out of my car, and took from the back a couple of rolls of tape, as well as a pair of stockings and my gloves. I was wearing a white jumper, jeans and black ankle boots, so this was going to be an improvised game.

Walking round the back, I glanced through the kitchen window, and smiled as I saw the first couple in the kitchen, one cooking while the young girl was doing something at the table. So I took a deep breath, opened the back door, and before her mother had a chance to do anything I walked over and put my gloved hands on her daughter’s shoulders.

“Hello,” I said quietly, “please, don’t call out. I want to surprise the others with the game we’re going to play, and I want you and your daughter to play first. So turn off the stove, and take the pan off the heat, and then come and sit down.”

She looked at me, and then said “it’s all right Hettie – this lady has come to play a game with all of us, so we’ll play together, all right?”

“Okay mummy – how do we play, lady – and why is your head covered?”

I smiled under the stocking mask, and said “to hide my face – now, will you sit here while Mummy sits in the other chair, and then I’ll make sure you both stay together?”

“All right,” she said as she watched her mother come over and sit down, and then gasped as I took a roll of duct tape from my bag, tore the end free, and used it to tape her mother’s left wrist and elbow to the chair back. I then taped her other arm into place, before kneeling down and taping her ankles and legs below her knee to the chair legs.

“Will you do that to me,” Hettie said as I tore the tape free and smoothed it down.

“Not quite,” I said, “I’m going to use the tape to keep your wrists and legs together, and then I’ll sit you on your mummy’s lap, and make sure you stay right there. So, will you cross your wrists for me?”

As her mother watched, I taped Hettie’s wrists together, then slipped off her boots before I taped her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees. As she squirmed round, I nodded and said “ready to sit on Mummy’s lap?”

Hettie nodded, as I lifted her and sat her on her mum’s lap, watching as she swung her legs up and down while I used the tape around both of them to secure them to the chair back.

I then tore a strip of tape away and smoothed it over her mum’s mouth, before Hettie smiled as I taped over her mouth as well. “Sit quietly,” I said as I looked in Mum’s bag, and removed her mobile phone, before I walked down and looked in the front room.

The twelve year old girl was sitting in a chair, a large blue scarf wrapped loosely round her neck, a light blue jacket over a white top, jeans and yellow baseball boots. Her mother was sitting opposite, wearing a white jacket over a purple jumper, a leopard print scarf round her neck, tan pants and patterned Vans trainers.

Neither of them heard me as I came in – the first the mum knew was when her daughter gasped as I put my leather gloved hand over her mouth. Looking at me, she said “what the…”

“Hello,” I said quietly, “I hope you remembered the game you booked me to play with you today.”

“The game?”

“That’s right – the game where I pretend to be a robber, and make everyone in the house stay where they are. So I need you and your daughter to remain calm – your housekeeper and her daughter are already playing.”

She stared at me for a few more minutes, before she said “Angela, we’ll play this game together, all right?”

“Ysmmmee,” the girl said, and then I removed my hand before I said “why don’t you stand in front of each other?” As they stood up and walked over, I said “Mummy, I want you to take your scarf off, and use it to keep Angela quiet as she opens her mouth. And make it tight – you both need to be kept very quiet.”

Nodding, she unwrapped her leopard print scarf, and then tied it round Angela’s head as she opened her mouth, the scarf filling the space behind her teeth as it went twice round and then she tied the ends off at the back of her neck, under her blonde hair.

“Fair is fair, Angela – use your scarf to gag your mother.”

She nodded, and mumbled “sreemmm” as she rolled her own scarf into a band, and passed it twice round her mother’s head, filling her mouth as well before tying the ends off. I made sure both were tightly gagged, before I handed the mother a roll of tape, and said “tape Angela’s wrists together behind her back, then wrap it round her body to keep her arms at her sides.”

As I watched, she put Angela’s hands together behind her back, a dark damp stain forming on the scarf in her mouth as her wrists were secured together, and then her arms pinned to her sides.

“Lie down on the couch,” I said, and as Angela lay down I directed her mother to tape her ankles together, then her legs below her knees, and finally her calves. Angela then watched as I taped her mother up, making her lie on the door and putting a cushion under her head.

“Don’t move,” I said as I quickly searched the house, collecting a fair number of nice pieces, and then checking all four before I left the house.

The owner? Frances Dunbar, my local MP – well, I didn’t vote for her…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Wed Jan 04, 2017 5:16 am

The world of the child fashion model is a strange one. I don’t mean the stars of child beauty pageants – that is a whole new world of strange and unfathomable. I mean the kids who model for designer wear for the younger girl.

One of the most well known in the UK is a girl called Libra Clarke – and yes, that really is her name, and her star sign according to the research I had undertaken. She’s reasonably famous, and her parents had invested her income wisely – which, given she was ten, is not too surprising. They were both business executives, and well off in their own right – which is how they ended up on my list of people to visit and play the game with.

It was around six pm on a weekday night when I was outside the house – I knew the man of the house would be late home that night, which meant I had time to visit Libra, her older sister Naomi, and her mother Alice. I checked my bag, and then got out of the car, making my way round to the side of the house and in through the garage door.

I listened at the door that led to the kitchen, and then made my way quietly in, through the empty kitchen and then looking in the front room. Alice was sitting in an armchair, wearing a peach coloured v-necked sweater and white jeans, while eleven year old Naomi was sitting across her lap, wearing a white short sleeved blouse and black tights.

I took a deep breath, made sure the stocking mask was tucked under the collar of my own jumper, and then walked in, saying “Good evening Mrs Clark – I am here as requested, to play the game tonight.”

Naomi stared at me as Alice held her in her arms, and looked at me for a moment. She was quick on the uptake, as she said “oh yes – I remember now, but Libra is out. She should be back in half an hour or so.” Looking at her older daughter, she then said “Surprise Naomi – this is an actor I hired to pretend to be someone who wants to hold us all hostage as a game. I know it’s not how you wanted to spend the evening, but we should all play it anyway.”

I looked at them both, with their shoulder length blonde hair, before Naomi said “all right Mum – but what will the bad man do to us?”

“I need to make sure my hostages can’t get free,” I said as I slipped my rucksack off, “and also that when your sister comes home, she gets surprised as well. But you can both stay there – I just need to make sure you cannot get up, starting with you Naomi.” I took from the bag some lengths of cord, and as I knelt by the chair and started to tie the young girl’s covered ankles together, Alice said “Remember it’s all a game sweetheart – and I will cuddle and keep you safe and then cuddle and keep Libra safe all the way through, all right?”

She nodded as I tied the rope around and between her ankles, and then around and between her legs below her knees, before they both watched me secure Alice’s legs in the same way.

“So how will you make sure I stay on Mummy’s lap,” Naomi asked as I took two more lengths of rope from my bag.

“Let me show you, can you fold your arms in front of yourself, while your mum puts her hands on her head?”

She nodded, and I then tied her wrists to her elbows, before saying “now Mum is going to give you a big hug.” Alice nodded as she hugged Naomi, while I crossed her wrists and tied them together with more rope.

“Now then,” I said as I sat down, “we wait for your sister to come home, and then we can get her to play as well…”

We didn’t have long to wait, as the door opened and closed, and I heard Libra Clark saying “I’m home Mum – have you got…” She stopped in the doorway as she saw her mother and sister bound in the chair, as Alice said “Surprise Libra – I hired someone to play the part of a kidnapper, and now that you’re back, he’s going to hold all three of us for ransom.”

She stared at me as I stood up, and then giggled as she said “you read my diary, didn’t you Mum?”

“I’m afraid I did – so do as the man says, all right?”

“I need you to take your coat off Libra,” I said with a smile, and she removed her duffle coat to reveal a white long sleeved blouse, a short black leather skirt, tights and flat Mary Jane black shoes.

“Now, I’m going to tie your arms and legs just like your sister,” I said with a smile, “and then Mum is going to cuddle you while Naomi lies on the couch. I then need to get the lair ready to take all three of you too, and keep you hidden there.”

“The lair?”

“Your mum’s bedroom – ready?”

She nodded as she folded her arms in front of herself, and I tied her wrists to her elbows as well. I then lifted Alice’s arms up, and carried Naomi over to the couch, before Libra walked over and sat on her mother’s lap, cuddling in as Alice lowered her arms over her. I then used two more lengths of cord to secure her in the same way as the other two, and then smiled as I stood up.

“Because I need to leave you alone, I need to tie your arms to yours legs, and also do something to stop you talking for a little while,” I said as I looked at them. Taking two more lengths of cord, I tied one round the forearms of each of the girls, and then secured the other end to the rope between their legs. As for Alice, I tied a length of rope from her wrists to her ankles.

“How will you keep us quiet,” Naomi asked as she rested her head on the arm of the couch. To answer her, I took a roll of medical tape from my bag, tore off a strip and pressed it firmly over her mouth, before doing the same to the other two, and then turning the television on.

I then left them to try and talk to each other as I went to prepare Alice’s bedroom – and also avail myself of the opportunity to find her valuables. When I came down, Libra was asleep, her head resting on her mother’s chest as she and Naomi looked at me.

“Your other daughter first I think,” I said quietly as I lifted Naomi in my arms and carried her out, returning a few minutes later and lifting Libra carefully from under her mother’s arms. She watched me walk out of the room, and then come back.


“Waiting for you,” I said as I carried her out of the room, and up the stairs. As we entered the master bedroom, she saw Naomi and Libra lying with their heads on the pillows, and I place Naomi between both of them, before I secured her ankles to the foot of the bed. As I did this, Naomi wriggled over and lay with her head on her mother’s chest, and I put Libra on the other side, Alice kissing the foreheads of both of them with her taped lips.

“You remain here until the ransom is paid,” I said quietly as I left the room, and then the house…
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Postby KP Presents » Mon Jan 09, 2017 4:11 am

This is a sweet little tale, and it actually made the visit go a lot more quickly than I thought it might have done…

It was mid-summer, and Steve had suggested I may a visit to the owner of a children’s fashion store in this town. Her name was Ming, and as I watched her talking to one of her customers in her store I sized her up. Late thirties, with black hair tied back, wearing a sheer long sleeved blouse, blue with a red floral print and a mock scarf tied at the neck, a short denim skirt, and brown sandals that came up and over her ankle.

I smiled as she talked to the other customers, then made a purchase and went out. Returning to the car, I checked the notes we had on her, and made my way to her house. I wanted to be sure her husband had left before she got home with their daughter…

It was about six when I saw her pull up – her husband worked as a supermarket manager, and we had ascertained he was on the evening/late shift that week, so as she got out of the car and opened the back door, I knew I would have time to make sure they could both play along. Their daughter, Jenny, was ten years old, and had a pink band with a flower on it holding her hair back. She was wearing an orange t-shirt with a cat and “Hurricane Spirit” printed on the front, a pleated fawn coloured skirt, and silver grey trainers.

I watched as they walked into the house, and figured I had a short while before I needed to go in – allow them to have their tea, and so on, before I began the games…

It was about seven o’clock when I put my rucksack on my back, and made my way up to the house, checking before I went round the side and slipped my stocking mask down over my head. The side door was open, and as I slowly looked inside I saw the kitchen was empty – allowing me to slip in and close the door behind myself, and listen for a few moments.

I could hear the television was on, so I walked slowly along the corridor and looked in. Jenny was lying on her floor on her stomach, kicking her legs up and down as she watched a Scooby Doo cartoon, while Ming was sat in an armchair, watching the show as well.

“Does Daphne always get caught like that,” Jenny said as she saw the titular damsel on the screen, once more tied with a scarf round her mouth.

“She always seems to,” Ming said with a smile. “I wonder how she must feel.”

“Well, it seems I arrived in time to show you.”

Both of them looked round as I came in, and said “hello Jenny. Your mother asked me to come and surprise you tonight, but letting you be like Daphne for an evening.”

“You did?” Jenny looked at her mother, who was staring at me, and then said “yes I did – thank you for coming, but I need to talk to you once you have shown Jenny what it is like.”

“Of course – Jenny, do you think you can put your hands behind your back for me?”

“Wow – I really am going to be Daphne,” she said with a grin as she put her hands behind her back, and I took a length of cord from my bag, Ming watching as I secured her wrists together, and then her ankles, making sure I cinched both bindings. “Now, if I tie the scarf over your mouth, will you stay here while I make sure I take care of everything your mother wants,” I said with a smile, Jenny nodding as I took a black scarf, folded it into a band, and then tied it tightly over her mouth, securing the ends at the back of her neck.

“Will you be all right,” Ming said as she stood up, Jenny nodding as she and I went out into the corridor. Closing the door to, she said “you are the Games Player, correct?”

“That’s right,” I whispered back, “so you know I want you to treat this as if it is a big game, to keep your daughter calm and safe.” Ming nodded, and then said “then you must bind me in the same way, but I suspect you will need to make sure we are more secure before you leave, correct?”

I nodded as she smiled and said “then you must allow us to prepare for bed and bind us in that way before you go – let us just say it will make things easier.”

“Of course,” I said quietly, “now, please, turn round and put your hands behind your back.” A few minutes later, Jenny looked up and giggled as I brought Ming back in, sitting her in the chair with a black scarf tied over her mouth, and then tied her ankles together with some cord.

“Now, Daphne and her mother have to wait here for a while, understand?” They both nodded as I left them in the room – yes, not really secured, but I had Ming’s mobile phone, and the telephone was disconnected, as I went in search of her valuables.

When I returned an hour or so later, Jenny was sitting against her mother, as they both looked up at me.

“Now,” I said as I untied the scarves and removed them, “Jenny, your mother has told me you have a special request – that you and your mother are held hostage by a bad man in her bed. Is that right?”

Jenny blushed before she said “yeah, I saw it in a film once. Can we do that?”

“Yes we can,” Jenny said as I untied their wrists and ankles, “but first we all go to the kitchen while we have some milk and cookies, and then you need to wash and put on the nightdress – and I will as well. All right?”

Jenny nodded as we all walked into the kitchen, Ming handing her a glass of milk and some biscuits before she had some herself, and then we went up the staircase. As Jenny went in first, Ming said to me “we need to be next to each other, so that we can rest together, but not tied together – I want her to have the freedom to move a little.”

I nodded in understanding as Jenny came out, wearing a floor length white nightgown, with long sleeves and a ruffed collar. “Now then,” I said as I looked at her, “I’m going to tie your wrists and arms while Mummy gets ready, so put your hands behind your back again.”

As Ming went into the bathroom, and closed the door slightly to, I crossed Jenny’s wrists behind her back and tied them together with cord, the rope going around and between her arms as I made sure they were secured. I then took a longer length of rope from my bag, and wrapped it around her upper body, securing her arms in two bands above and below her chest, and then tying it off behind her.

“There – how does that feel,” I said as I tied the knot off, Jenny smiling as she said “it feels nice and secure – look Mum, my arms are tied now.”

“So I see,” Ming said as she came out, also wearing a white nightdress that went to the floor, hers in an Edwardian style. “So do you think she will tie my arms in the same way?”

“Please,” Jenny asked – and how could I refuse such a polite request? A few minutes later, Jenny smiled as I tied the ropes off behind Ming’s back, her wrists secured and two bands of rope framing her chest as well.

“Now then – into your mother’s room,” I said with a smile, “and both of you sit on her bed.”

They both walked into the main bedroom and sat next to each other on the bed, talking to each other as I first crossed and secured their ankles together, and then tied their legs together above their knees, gathering the skirt of their nightdresses round their legs as I did so.

“Now, I need to keep you both quiet, so the good guys who are looking for you cannot hear you,” I said as I took a wide roll of white medical tape from my rucksack. “Mummy first – lie down, make yourself comfortable, and then look at me.”

“Watch me,” Ming said as she wriggled down and lay with her head on a pillow, then looked at me as I tore a strip of tape from the roll, and pressed it firmly over her mouth, making sure it formed to the shape of her chin and her mouth.

“My turn,” Jenny said as she wriggled down, resting her head on Ming’s shoulder as I taped over her mouth as well, and said “now stay quiet – help will come soon.” I went out of the room, and picked up the pillowcase with the valuables inside, before I made my way out of the house…
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Fri Jan 13, 2017 2:50 am

There is a wonderful story by P G Wodehouse called “Buttercup Day” about a thief who uses the pretence of selling buttercups to raise money for charity to rob a house. I mention it because it is an idea I have – well, adapted to my own purposes on one occasion, to visit the home of an actress who was a great supporter of charities.

As you know, normally I make my presence known in a fairly – dramatic way, but I happened to know that Daisy Roots – and yes, that was her name – had been the victim of a rather nasty robbery some months before, so what was needed here was the gentle approach – and that approach involved her live-in housekeeper, Amanda, and her six year old daughter Amy. I made an appointment with Daisy, to discuss if she would be willing to support a charity called Sunflower Day – except I had another motive in mind, and I would be arriving a little earlier than planned.

An hour early, in fact, as I drove up to the gate of the high wall that surrounded her house. I knew from my research they did not have a security camera at the gate – a bit clumsy that – so when I rang and said I was here for a meeting with Daisy Roots I was buzzed straight in, and drove up to the front door.

I was dressed for the occasion – dark suit, white shirt, dark tie, polished shoes. That meant I only needed to get out of the car and ring the doorbell, then take the time it would take Amanda to open the door to pull a stocking down over my head and put on leather gloves.

When she opened the door, therefore and said “I’m sorry that…” I walked quietly in, putting my finger to my lips as I said “hello – please, no loud noises or attempts to raise the alarm.” I then looked at her and said “not the normal attire for a housekeeper?” Amanda was wearing a blue denim jacket over a dark blue top, a peach layered skirt, and black boots.

“No – I was at a party with… Look, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt Amy?”

“I have no intention of hurting either of you,” I said with a smile, “but I do need to make sure you both stay quiet and out of the way, so you need to help me to convince her this is a game. Understand?”

“Yeah – we just came from a party, we can say it’s something all the girls there are getting.”

“If that will work fine – where is your daughter?”

“In my room, at the back.”

“Then let’s go,” I said as I held my bag in my hand, Amanda walking in front of me as we went into a very nice sitting room. Amy was sitting on a couch, wearing a white long sleeved t-shirt, a pink tutu style skirt, and white tights.

“Hello Amy,” I said as I came in, “I hear you’ve been to a party today?”

“Yeah – who are you?”

“I’m a special surprise from the party,” I said with a smile, “me and others are visiting all the girls, and pretending they and their mummies are going to be held captive so that a prince can come and rescue them!”

“OH wow,” Amy said with a smile, her brown hair cut in a bob, “so what are you going to do to us?”

“I’ll show you,” I said as I put the bag down, “Mummy is going to make sure your wrists and legs are tied so you cannot move them, then I will do the same to her, and keep you both together.” Taking a length of cord from my bag and handing it to Amanda, I said “can you put your hands together in front of you, as if you are praying?”

Amy did that, as I instructed Amanda in the correct way to secure her wrists together, so that they stayed tied. “This is a fun game,” she said with a smile as I handed Amanda two more lengths of rope, and told her to tie her ankles together, and then her legs below her knees.

“Now then,” I said as she finished that, “you sit there for a minute while I tie Mummy’s legs, and then you can sit on her lap.” Amy nodded as I took two lengths of cord, and secured Amanda’s ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees and above her boots. As she tried to move her legs, Amy giggled at the squeak…

“There we go,” I said as I lifted Amy onto her mother’s lap, “now she’s going to give you a big hug for as long as the game lasts.” As Amanda wrapped her arms round her daughter, I crossed her wrists and tied them together, before I secured them to the rope around Amy’s legs. I then secured Amy’s ankles to her mothers, as she kissed her daughter on the head.

“Now comes the real fun part,” I said as I looked at them, “can you put your lips together for me…”

I glanced out of the window of the front room as the Octavia drew up, and Daisy Roots got out. The actress had long dark hair, and was wearing a grey wool jacket over a black roll neck sweater, black leather pants and suede ankle boots. I also saw her daughter Rose – she was eleven, her brown hair in two pigtails, and was wearing a sundress made of blue material that had a large sunflower print on it, and a wide yellow belt. Her legs were in white tights, with white Mary Jane shoes.

I smiled as they came in, and Daisy called out “Amanda – are you back yet?” The door to the room opened and Rose came in, her eyes wide as I held her and put my gloved hand over her mouth before Daisy came in.

“Oh my god,” she whispered as she saw me, “who are…”

“Hello,” I said quietly, “we had an appointment this morning to discuss some charity work, but I wanted to demonstrate how the charity would work, Daisy – may I call you Daisy?”

“And that is…”

“A charity kidnapping – and I want you and your daughter to have an idea of what might happen. It’s all a game, of course, so will you both play along?”

“What do you say, Rose,” Daisy said with a smile as she recovered her composure, “shall we play along?”

She seemed to have calmed down from the initial shock, as she nodded and I took my hand away. “Well,” I said with a smile, “the idea is someone – perhaps you – is snatched from home or work, a web page is set up to collect donations to free them, and when the target is reached they go free.”

“And just how realistic do you make this – charity kidnap?”

“Allow me to show you both – would you put your hands behind your back for me, both of you? I assure you, it doesn’t hurt?”

“Let’s do this together darling,” Daisy said to Rose as she hugged her daughter, and then crossed her wrists behind her back, smiling as I secured them together. I then did the same to Rose, as she said “it feels funny Mum.”

“Where are Amanda and her daughter?”

“Oh they are playing along as well,” I said as I tied the cords between Rose’s wrists, “would you like to see them?”

“Yes I would.”

“Good – but first, I need to make sure you both have your arms secured to your bodies.”

I used longer lengths of rope to tie their arms to their sides, and then walked them to the back room. “Hnnn – ruppnswwlmssrets,” Amanda mumbled under the tape that covered her mouth, as Amy said “Wrrpllenneggmrsss.”

“Yes, we’re all taking part,” Daisy said, “so we will see you later.”

Smiling, I turned on the television and gave the remote to Amanda, as she pressed her taped lips on Amy’s head and her daughter snuggled into her. As for Daisy and Rose, I walked them up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms.

“Why don’t you sit side by side on the bed,” I said, “and I’ll tie your legs to make sure you stay there.” Once they were sat side by side, I took more cords and crossed their ankles, securing them and then their legs below their knees, before I helped them to lie with their heads on the cushions. Strips of white tape then covered their mouths, before I turned on the television at the foot of the bed.

After I had searched the house, I came to check on them both, before I said “you will be freed in a little while. For now, enjoy the game…”
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Re: Mother and Daughter Moments

Postby KP Presents » Mon Jan 16, 2017 5:26 am

Somehow, the thought of visiting the home of a minister of the cloth, and ‘inviting’ his wife and daughters to play a game of hostages while I robbed the place, was a thought that intrigued me. So when I proposed to Steve the visit I was about to make, he made a suggestion that I decided to put to full use.

It also gave me the opportunity to visit one of my favourite parts of the country – the Yorkshire Dales, in this case near the town of Aysgarth. Maria Cairns was married to the local Anglican minister, and they lived in a farmhouse with their three daughters – ten year old Sophie, nine year old Grace and seven year old Mary. What made her an interesting person was her sideline – she was better known in the book community as Maddie Pryor, best-selling writer of the Inspector White mysteries.

At any rate, I had been staying in the area for a few days, surveying and checking. And on this particular afternoon, I was watching as the family walked back to the farmhouse. Maria had long light brown hair, pulled back and held in place by a clasp, and a black coat with a pink scarf kept the wind off her body. I could see the kneed length black suede boots under the coat.

As they walked along, Mary was holding her hand, her padded jacket keeping her warm, as were the white tights she was wearing, and the grey ankle boots over her feet. Both Sophie and Grace also had on padded coats, Sophie looking round through the glasses she was wearing, just like her mother.

I watched as they went in the front door, and allowed them a few moments to remove their coats, before I got out of the car and walked up to the side of the farmhouse. I made sure the stocking was pulled down, and tucked under the neck of my sweater, as well as the leather gloves pulled over my hands, before I looked into the kitchen, and saw all four of them at the table.

Maria was wearing a black jersey dress that came down to her knees, the black patterned hose visible between the hem and the cuffs of her boots. Grace was wearing a blue short sleeved dress, with red and white bands at the hems, and black and white rugby style tights, her lower legs still in the black boots with a patterned top.

Sophie was sitting in the third chair, wearing a brown dress with a floral pattern, the short sleeves revealing a long sleeved white top underneath, black tights and dark grey mid-calf fabric boots. Finally, Mary was swinging her legs to and fro, the pink dress with black polka dots now visible.

They were all eating a meal, so when I opened the back door and walked in, they all turned and looked at me, Maria putting her knife and fork down and saying “oh my lord…”

“Hello, Mrs Cairns,” I said with a smile as I looked at the family, “I hope your publisher let you know I was coming today.”

“My… My publisher,” she stuttered as she looked at me.

“Yes – they reviewed your next proposal for the Inspector White stories, and liked the idea of him trying to find the kidnapped family, but they wanted you to have some help working through how the family would feel. Don’t tell me they didn’t tell you?”

Now this was a ploy that had worked for Steve once or twice, and I could see Maria quickly thinking things over, before she said “no they didn’t tell me – but it doesn’t surprise me they would suggest this. Let me guess – they want me and the girls to be the family?”

“That’s right – do you want me to explain to the girls?”

“No, I’ll do it,” she said quietly as she looked round the table. “Girls, Mummy has been discussing a new book with her editors, and in one a family is going to be kidnapped to force their daddy to rob a secret facility. They thought it would be a better story if I acted it through – but I never said yes or no. Or at least, I did not think I had, but it appears I may have.”

“What do you mean Mummy,” Mary said.

“I have been hired by your mummy’s publisher to pretend to be the person who kidnaps the family – they should have been in touch to explain this, but obviously… I have come some way, but if you are not prepared…”

This was a gamble, but as she looked at me, she said “no, it is all right. Girls, this young lady is going to pretend to kidnap us and hold us hostage, but she is going to allow us to finish our lunch first, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am,” I said with a smile.

“So what is she going to do,” Grace asked.

“Well, a kidnapper makes sure the family stay in one place,” I said with a smile, “so we’ll find a room to keep all three of you together in, while I make your mummy send a massage, and then she will join you. It means you won’t be able to move or talk for a little while, but it is just a game, all right?”

The three girls looked at each other, before they nodded in agreement. “Good,” I said with a smile, “so eat up, and we’ll start to play when you are finished.”

“Can we watch a film while we play Mummy,” Grace asked.

“I tell you what,” I said with a smile, “do you have access to Netflix?”

“We do – why?”

“We’ll set it up to run through a series of a show you can all watch – one your mother approves of – all right?”

Maria nodded as she said “you all should go to the toilet as well – now, eat up…”

A short while later, I said “if you have all finished, then stand up, and you girls go to the toilet. You can join me and your mother in the room the television is in.” As they went up the stairs, I whispered “your mobile phone, please.”

“You’re one of the Games Players, aren’t you,” Maria said quietly as she handed me her handbag, and I removed her phone.

“That’s right – so you’ve done the right thing,” I said as I removed the battery, and put both parts in a high cupboard. “Where are we going?”

Maria led me into a room with a bean bag on the floor, two comfortable armchairs and a couch. Nodding, I took my rucksack off and put it on a chair, removing a length of cord as I said “good – now, put your hands behind your back please.”

As she looked to the door, I crossed and secured her wrists together behind her back, making sure the rope went around and between her arms, before I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. “Play along,” I whispered as I put a gloved hand over her mouth, smiling as the three girls came in.

“Oh no,” Grace said as she giggled with Sophie and Mary, “Mummy, who is this?”

“Hello girls,” I said with a smile, “I want you to do what I tell you, isn’t that right Mummy?”

I took my hand away, as Maria said “do what the lady says girls – we’re all going to be going on a little trip.”

“What has she done to your arms Mummy,” Mary said as she looked at us.

“I’ll show you,” I said with a smile as I let Maria sit in an armchair. “Please turn round for me, and put your hands behind your back.”

As the girls watched Maria, I walked behind them and secured their wrists together, keeping their hands together palm to palm, but making sure the final knot was out of reach on top of the binding. “Now then,” I said as I helped Maria to stand up, “I want you all to close your eyes, and pretend I have blindfolded you, and I’m going to take you somewhere out of the way.”

The three girls nodded and closed their eyes as Maria and I led them out of the room, around the ground floor and out into the secluded back garden, then back into the house and to the room we started in. As they walked in, I closed the door and the curtains, before I said “We’re here – the blindfolds are off.”

“Where are we mummy,” Sophie said as she looked round.

“I don’t know,” Maria said as I took more ropes out, and wrapped them around the arms and stomachs of the girls, before I said “now then – youngest one on the bean bag, middle one on the couch, oldest one in the armchair. Mummy can sit in the other armchair – when I say.”

As the three girls walked to their seats, I took another long length of rope and tied Maria’s arms to her sides, taking the rope above and below her chest, and then allowed her to sit in the other chair as I took several lengths of cord.

“Why are you holding us hostage, you bad lady,” Grace said as I put her ankles together, and used some cord to secure them.

“I want your father to get something for me,” I said in a mock Russian accent as I took the rope around and between her legs, tying the ends off before I used a second length to secure her legs below her knees, “so you all stay here, and then when he has done it, I’ll let you free.”

Once I had her legs secured, I moved over to where Mary was sitting, ad tied her ankles and legs together as well as she giggled. Finally, I tied Sophie’s legs together, Maria all the time talking and joking with them.

“Now I need to take your mother and record a message to your father,” I said with a smile, “can I trust the three of you to keep quiet until she comes back?”

“We’ll be quiet,” Grace said, Maria nodding as she said “I will be back soon girls.” Before I went, I put the television on, found Netflix and saw they had a series of Veggietales available, so I started that off.

As we left the room, Maria said “thank you for making it a game.”

“My pleasure – now, your valuables…”

When we came back in, the girls looked at Maria as Grace said “have you sent a message to Daddy?”

“Ysseddd,” Maria said – her voice somewhat muffled by the fact I had rolled a black scarf into a band, and tied a knot in it, and used it as a cleave gag, her lips and teeth closed over the knot. I helped her to sit down, the girls watching as Larry the Cucumber started a new story, and I secured her ankles and legs together.

“Now, while I deliver the message, I need to make sure you girls stay quiet as well,” I say as I rolled up a black scarf, ad tied a knot in the middle, “so you all get one of these as well. Oldest first.”

Grace nodded as she opened her mouth, and I eased the knot past her teeth before tying the band tightly round her head. “Ssllrrhhtt,” she mumbled as I rolled up the next scarf, and used it to gag Sophie, before I helped her to lie on her side with her head resting on cushions.

Once I had Mary silenced as well, I said “now you keep quiet here while I go and let your father know what’s happening. I’ll be back soon.” I left them starting to sing along to the next song, as I took the valuables Maria had shown me, and beat a retreat.

Two follow up things – I made sure their father got a message to go home a couple of hours later. And that was the plot of the next Inspector White story…
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