Bondage model by choice... (MMF/FFFF)

[Caesar73]

I wonder where this Experiment will lead in the End

[Solarbeast]

Again, I'm loving the continuation of this story and how each chapter is as amazing as the previous one. You have become one of my favorite writers on this site.

[Caesar73]

I do totally agree with [mention]Solarbeast[/mention]!!

[slackywacky]

Thanks guys. Working on the next chapter (in between some other writing).

[slackywacky]

Axes and ropes

The taxi had dropped them off at the Seaport Casino on the Lloyd G. Smith Boulevard. The weather was beautiful, no need for a jacket, and the sun was slowly setting, but it would take some time before it would be dark.

“Wow, this place is busy.” Robert said, looking around.

“That is because there are two cruise ships docked and all these people come to the casinos in the evening. One of the boats will leave at 10 PM, the other at midnight. It will be quieter after that. It is also the reason the busker festival is on in the park.” Mac explained.

Everybody had dressed up a little, nothing formal, but more casual dress. Jim was in a sandy colored cotton blazer, with a dark blue long sleeve shirt and white cotton pants, light blue socks and light Oxford shoes. The light khaki Levi’s jeans Robert was wearing was still considered casual enough for the casino, and the light green short sleeved shirt suited him well. The brogues, with no socks, completed the package. The women were looking hot tonight too, according to both Jim and Robert, who had complemented them when they finally got ready for the evening.

“Want to visit the park first or walk around the casino?” Mac asked them.

She was dressed in a short mini dress made of Chiffon and with a unique bright fluorescent green design. It contrasted perfectly with her dark skin and barely covered her butt. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra. Linda was a little less bright, but the dark red floral lace short sleeved cocktail dress fit her perfectly.

“Let’s do the casino first, so we have an idea of what the place looks like, the busker festival only just started, so we still have some time.” Jim replied, looking at the woman on his arm, who quietly stood next to him.

Diana had also dressed up for the evening. She wore a very dark green surplice wrap ruched sequins bodycon dress with long sleeves that clung to her body, showing a very generous cleavage in the V-shape neck. All wore 3-inch high heel shoes to complete the package.

“Let’s go.” Mac said, leading the way towards the entrance of the casino.

“How are you doing, dear?” Jim asked Diana, who slowly walked next to him, holding his arm.

“Hmmmppppppffffff.” She said softly.

The glue that Jim had used earlier that afternoon had not resolved yet and she could still not open her mouth. And she was still wearing the dark contact lenses, making it impossible for her to see where they were going. That’s why she held on to Jim and let him guide her. He was pretty good at it too, as she had not bumped into anything yet. He kept telling her what she was encountering and she could prepare for it. The taxi ride had been fun, the driver never suspected that she was blind and mute. Even now, walking around the casino, nobody figured out what was going on. Diana had walked often enough with a blindfold on, so she knew how to carry herself, and without the bulk of a real blindfold, it was hard to see for others that her vision was limited.

“Little step.” Jim told his wife when they entered the building.

It was a weird feeling, walking around in a public place without being able to see. She had never been here and therefore her mind could not fill in the shapes belonging to the sounds she heard. There was a waterfall to her right, but she had no idea of the size. At least her brain could fill in the slot machines she heard, although details were not present. She heard people, but she had no idea how they looked. She didn’t even know how the others were dressed. She could recognize the clothes Jim was wearing because she touched them, but since the others had not told her what they were wearing, she had no idea.

“Two regular steps down.” Jim told her.

Being blind, she also had no idea what the three females had on the male population in the casino. Linda and Mac did not have that problem and noticed that almost every man in the building was looking at them. Mac’s fluorescent green dress stood out like a beacon in the room. Linda was the lesser of the three women when it came to standing out due to her not so bright dress, but she could still see the men sneak peaks at her. Her dress still clung to her body.

“It almost feels like nobody has ever seen a woman before.” Linda sighed.

“All they get here normally are the people from the cruise ships, and they tend to not look like us.” Mac replied, enjoying the attention.

Being single, Mac had no issue flaunting her body. During the week she was the conservative lawyer, but here at the casino she could let go. Most of the people in the casino were not locals, and of the people working at the casino, only a few knew Mac.

“Let’s head to the park.” Jim said, after they crossed the casino floor.

Mac led the way to the Wilhelmina park, named after a Dutch queen. They left the casino and walked along the hotels to the park. There were a lot of people enjoying the buskers that were performing there. From juggling to fire eaters, from musicians to dancers, the variation of street performers was pretty decent. Jim and the group walked around the park, enjoying the performers. Jim took pictures with his phone for Diana and he explained what the individual performers did.

“I need a volunteer.” One of the street performers said when the five of them approached their location.

The act consisted of two jugglers and one of them came walking up to Mac and held out his hand. Mac smiled and took his hand, having him lead her to the middle of the circle that was around the two jugglers.

“Just stand still and look pretty.” He told her, positioning her between him and his partner.

They started juggling cones and soon they were throwing them to the other juggler, flying the cones on either side of Mac, who stood very still. When they stopped, a loud applause was heard.

“Now to make it more difficult.” The same performer said, who had collected her from the audience.

He walked up to Mac and placed a bright yellow scarf over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head.

“Can you see anything?” He asked her.

“No, I cannot.”

“Good.” He said, making a movement as if to wipe the sweat of his forehead.

Everybody laughed, until the laughs turned into gasps, as the juggling cones were put away and each of the jugglers grabbed three small axes. They were brightly colored, but they were real. Robert filmed the thing, so that Mac could see herself later. The jugglers started juggling the axes and soon they were flying in front and behind Mac. They only did a few throws, before collecting the axes and taking a bow. The crowd cheered, while Mac stood still blindfolded in between the jugglers, unaware of what they had used.

“Thank you, my lady.” The juggler said, removing the blindfold and guiding her back to Jim and the others.

Robert showed her the video, so she had an idea of what just happened.

“Oh wow, I had no idea. Glad these guys were good.” She said.

“You could have sued them. I know a good lawyer.” Robert joked.

Everybody laughed. They walked further through the park and came to a young female who was preparing her act. She was dressed in only a black single piece swimsuit. The act was close to home for Jim and the others, as she was going to do an escape attempt.

“Who will tie me up? Win a hundred bucks if I do not escape. Lose a hundred bucks if I escape. One rope, one knot. Who accepts my challenge?”

Two young men, part of a larger group, raised their hands and she called them forward. She handed them a 10-meter long rope.

“You can wrap this around me any way you want, but you are only allowed one knot and it has to be with the end of the rope. If I escape, you lose 100 bucks, if I cannot escape, which has not happened yet tonight, you will win 100 bucks. No ropes around or above the neck.”

The men agreed and eagerly started to wrap the rope around the young woman. She looked around 20 years old, short black hair, Caucasian, with a pretty face and well-shaped body. Jim noted that the men were not really good at what they were doing, and as soon as they were done, the woman started to move around and only a few minutes later she was free of the rope.

“A good attempt, but not good enough.” She said, collecting the money from the guys, who looked defeated.

“Anybody else wants to try? One more attempt today, before I close up.” She said.

Diana gave Jim a little push. He had told her about the events taking place and she figured he was capable of keeping the young woman tied up. He had enough experience tying her up, so she pushed him.

“We have another volunteer!” The young woman said, motioning to Jim to get closer.

“You want to win a 100 bucks?” She asked him, looking confident in her abilities.

“I never say no to free money.” He replied, getting a laugh from the audience.

She handed him the rope and told her usual few lines.

“You can wrap this around me any way you want, but you are only allowed one knot and it has to be with the end of the rope. If I escape, you lose 100 bucks, if I cannot escape, you will win 100 bucks. No ropes around or above the neck.”

“Anyway I want?” He asked.

“Anyway you want.” She replied, looking at Jim.

Jim took the rope and doubled it up, creating a look from the middle of the rope. The woman looked a little more nervous at him than a few minutes before.

‘Hands behind your back, please.” He asked her.

She turned around and he wrapped the rope around her wrists several times, before wrapping it as a cinch around her wrists, using the loop of the rope to cinch the bindings. After pulling it tied, and he was pretty sure she would not escape her wrists bonds, let alone the rest he was planning, he wrapped the rope around her elbows. Testing to see how flexible she was, he was pleasantly surprised to find she could touch have her elbows touch behind her back.

“Any way I want, right?” He asked the now less confident looking young woman.

“Yes.” Was all she said.

Jim repeated the process on her elbows as he had used on her wrists, although he had to loop the cinch rope around her arms, before he could tighten it. He still had some rope left, so he guided it to the front of her and tied a single knot just above her breasts. Her breathing had changed and due to having her elbows tied together, her breasts were more prominent visible.

“All yours.” Jim said, stepping back, giving the young woman space to do her act, although he figured he would know the outcome.

He was not mistaken, as the woman started to fight her bonds, but she did not seem to make any headway. She rolled around on the floor, stood up again, but did not get loose. The crowd cheered her on, but it was no use. After 15 minutes of fighting the ropes she gave up.

“You win; I cannot escape your rope. If you let me out, I’ll pay you your price.”

Jim, being the gentleman he was, untied her and handed her the rope. She handed him the money, but he refused to take it.

“I can’t take your money.” He told her quietly, so that the crowd could not hear him. “I tie women up for a business, so I kind of cheated.”

“What do you mean?” She asked him.

Jim explained what he did for a living. The young woman, who introduced herself as Aryah, nodded and put the money that Jim did not accept away. The crowd had dispersed now the act was over. Jim introduced the others. He could see that Aryah looked at Diana, so he explained her situation.

“Wow, seems a bit much, having your lips glued together.” She said.

“Actually, it is a funny feeling.” Diana said, to the surprise of everybody else.

“Obviously the glue has resolved.” Jim said with a smile.

“Yes, a few minutes ago. So at least I can drink and eat something, I am hungry.”

“Will you join us for dinner?” Jim asked Aryah.

“Yes please. I want to know more of what you guys do. Give me a moment to clean up my stuff and dress up, I can’t go into the casino in my bathing suit.”

The group waited for Aryah to clean up and change by adding a green wrap around skirt to her outfit and sandals, before they entered the restaurant of the casino for a nice meal.

[Mask6190]

So another model enters the group. This ought to be fun

[Caesar73]

Fun it will be, I'm sure of that

[Beaumains]

So I finally made it to the end of the story and have to admit I am impressed. On the one hand, it is a well-written collection of smaller stories. On the other hand, there is a red line where a small group of main characters keeps meeting new and unique people.
Due to the different backgrounds of the characters, you keep every bondage scene interesting. In some longer bondage stories, the author shows a tendency to have many similar scenes or one-up each scene by a more extreme tie. But you don't seem to have that problem. Due to the mix of backgrounds, locations, and circumstances they meet, you come up with scenes that are unique in their own way. A problem that could arise is that there are too many side-characters with their own subplots. But since all shorter stories and subplots are well-rounded, you don't have this problem. So good job! I am curious where this tale is going.

[Caesar73]

Nicely put, [mention]Beaumais[/mention] And I agree wholeheartedly!

[slackywacky]

So I finally made it to the end of the story and have to admit I am impressed. On the one hand, it is a well-written collection of smaller stories. On the other hand, there is a red line where a small group of main characters keeps meeting new and unique people.

Thank you for your kind words. It is always fun to come up with something new for the main characters. The fun thing is, I don't plan out most of the story, I sit down (mostly when I am stuck in hotel rooms), I have a general idea what I want and I start to write. A chapter will shape when I am writing it. I reread it several times, leave it alone for a few days and reread it again, taking out the spelling errors I find and occasionally, but not very often, change the story.

A problem that could arise is that there are too many side-characters with their own subplots. But since all shorter stories and subplots are well-rounded, you don't have this problem. So good job! I am curious where this tale is going.

I tend to leave the side characters alone. Somebody shows up and is part of the story and is gone again. Only occasionally, like the French mistress, will they show up again and only when it makes sense. The only characters outside of the main story at the moment, the university experiment (which is probably the most extreme of the whole story) will come around again when Linda goes in for her time, but in most case they don't show up again.

As long as I have fun writing it (and I must admit it is more fun to write when you have an audience), I will continue. For over 10 years this story was only a file on my drive with only me as audience. I am glad more people can enjoy it now. I have no clue yet where this will be going, I have several ideas, but we'll see.

Thank you all for your comments, they are much appreciated.

[slackywacky]

Surprise package

“Who replaced my wine with water?” Diana said softly to the others.

They had been enjoying a very good dinner, while talking about everything and nothing. Aryah was well versed and an easy talker, once she got to know the group a little better. Jim was the one who had silently replaced Diana’s wine glass with a glass that contained water, and since she still wore the contact lenses that blocked her vision, she had not noticed. The others all laughed and Jim handed her the real glass, containing an excellent red wine.

“I think I cannot eat anymore.” Mac said, leaning back in her chair.

The casino dining room was full when they had come in. It was a good thing Jim had made reservations. It had not been an issue to add an extra person to the table, and the menu selection was vary varied, so that everybody had found something to their liking on the menu list. The women still attracted the attention of mostly men, although there had been a few looks from a few women.

“I think she likes you.” Mac had said earlier during dinner to Linda when an elderly woman walked by, eyeing Linda with interest.

She ignored it and kept eating. When the waiter came with the desert menu, nobody made a selection, instead after dinner drinks were ordered.

“I like the lifestyle of the rich and famous.” Aryah said, when the brandy and cognac was brought to the table.

Robert had told her dinner would be on them, she was their guest.

“The not so rich and definitely not famous.” Diana added, generating a laugh from the others.

“Compared to me you are.” She said. “I live with my boyfriend above a garage, it is not very large, but it is home. And most of all it is cheap.”

Mac asked where she lived and the name of the street did not mean anything to the others, but Mac seems to know it.

“I used to live three blocks down from there. It is very much a student area.”

“It is a nice area to live.” Aryah replied.

“Can we drop you off afterwards?” Robert asked.

“That would be nice, normally I walk or take a taxi, depending on the weather.”

“Walk? That must be almost an hour walk.” Mac added.

“Yes, but that is fine, as my boyfriend is not coming home till 3 in the morning from work. He works at a bar on the beach near our place.”

“How did you become an escape artist?” Linda asked.

“Or, like today, a not so escape artist?” Aryah added with a laugh. “I saw somebody do it in Paris, France, last year. She was really good, much better than me, but most people do not know how to really restrain a person, so not being as good was still good enough to make some money, so I tried it a few times and now a year later, this is my evening job during the season the cruise ships dock, which is most of the year.”

“You were pretty good too, just not against Jim’s ropes. We hardly ever get to escape when he ties us up.” Diana added.

“I wish my boyfriend was a bit better at tying. He does his best, he is just not very good at it, but he good at almost everything else.” Aryah added, winking.

“How about we drop you off and tie you up in your house, leaving you to be found by your boyfriend? Naturally, we won’t really leave you alone, we’ll stick around till your boyfriend comes home, but what happens afterwards is between the two of you. Maybe he learns from it.”

Aryah considered the plan.

“I think that would be really fun. He would never guess who tied me. There is enough rope in the house, as I just bought a few new bundles, as some of the ones I use are getting old. And I have a few scarves that can act as gag and blindfold. If we do this, I want it to be the complete package. It must look real.”

“Oh, don’t worry, it will be real. I bet you will not be able to get out of what these boys can come up with.” Linda said.

Everybody grinned and the conversation moved in other directions, while the group enjoyed their drinks. It was past one in the morning when they left the casino. Linda had been lucky and made some money, while most of the others either played even or lost a little money. None of them was a big gambler, but Linda got lucky and made 400 dollars.

“We know who paid for dinner tonight.” Robert joked when they settled their bill.

The cruise ships had left; it was a magnificent sight, seeing those enormous ships float over the water. It had left the casino almost empty and staff was already cleaning up.

“We’ll take a taxi to the house.” Mac said, taking Diana and Linda with her.

“The boys can go with Aryah and prepare her for her boyfriend. What is his name?” Linda asked.

“Vincent, but everybody calls him Vince.”

“And you are sure he will be on time?” Robert asked.

“Yes, he always is.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Jim said.

The group split and they took two taxis. Mac and Linda taking the still blind Diana under their care and heading towards the villa, while Aryah went with Robert and Jim in another taxi. It took almost 15 minutes to get to the part of the island where Vince and Aryah lived. It was a clean neighborhood, but nothing fancy. It was not really a separate town, but more a bunch of houses together near a popular beach.

“Here we are.” Aryah said when the taxi stopped in front of an old garage building. “The garage is not in use anymore, but it is full with the owners’ stuff, but we have the whole floor above it.”

She guided Jim and Robert up the stairs, unlocking the door and letting them in.

“Don’t mind the mess.” She said.

The place was almost the opposite of a mess. It was clean and spacious. A single bedroom separated from the living room by French doors and a bathroom were the only dividers in the room, the living room and kitchen were not large, but there was enough space for two people to live comfortably. It was a mix of things, nothing really matched, but that was not uncommon for people with small budgets.

“Nice.” Jim said, looking around.

“Give me a few minutes, while I change into something more comfortable.” Aryah said, leaving Jim and Robert in the living room.

She disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes later into the bedroom. It did not take long before she walked out again, dressed in a bright red mini babydoll lace dress with matching panties. It featured strap design, lacy patchwork and bow décor, but the boys just noticed it was sexy and short.

“Wow.” Was all that Robert could say.

“One lucky boyfriend.” Jim added.

Aryah grinned.

“I like to look good for him.” She said.

She handed Jim a bunch of rope and some scarves and walked back into the bedroom. It was as tidy as the rest of the house. A large king sized bed stood against the wall, with a small make up table and chair to the side. Two dressers filled up the rest of the room. An open window left in some fresh air.

“I assume you would like me on the bed?” She asked, slowly crawling onto the bed, teasing Robert and Jim.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Jim said, focusing on the task at hand, instead of the sexy young woman on the bed.

“You can wait in the living room once you are done. Just be outside by 2:45, as he will be home soon after that.” She said.

Aryah laid down along one side of the bed and soon she experienced the real bondage from Jim and Robert. Her wrists were tied behind her back, palm to palm, as was almost customary with the men when tying a woman. Testing her elbows, Jim found they could almost touch, but since Aryah would be bound for some time, he left a little space between them when he tied them together. Robert had tied her legs at ankles and knees, cinching the ropes, but nothing too tight.

“Stand up please.” Jim said, which was easier said than done, so he helped the now tied up woman.

With Aryah standing, it was easier to tie a rope around her waist and her upper body, including the bound arms into the ropes, making it impossible for Aryah to move her arms.

“Crotch rope?” Robert asked Aryah, before he applied one.

“Yes please.” She said.

She squealed a little when Robert tightened the rope between her legs, but for the rest she was quiet while the men tied her up.

“Open up.” Jim said, pushing a scarf in her open mouth and tying another one around her head and between her lips, keeping the first scarf in place.

“Hmmmmpppfffff.” Aryah grunted, trying the gag.

A blindfold was added using another scarf, before Jim pushed Aryah over, letting her free fall onto the bed.

“Hmmmpppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Was all they heard as she fell onto the bed, as the gag silenced her very decently.

A grin could be heard from Aryah after she landed on the bed. Robert added a rope from ankles to her upper body ropes, pulling her into a snug hogtie, with her hands only a few inches away from her heels. As she would be tied for some time, they did not want to make things too tight. It would be bad if Aryah got hurt waiting for her boyfriend.

“You okay?” Robert asked when they were done and Aryah was helpless on the bed.

She nodded.

“We’ll be waiting till 2:45 in the living room, before we will leave you. Hum a song if you need something.” Jim added.

They left the bedroom and sat in the living room, talking about nothing special, just biding their time, until it was 2:45. Jim walked into the bedroom, finding Aryah on her side, her dress had ridden up a bit, but she looked hot and sexy, so he left it alone.

“Have fun.” He said.

They had heard her struggle during the wait, but there was never a hummed song, so they figured she was doing fine. They left the house, waited a short distance away and noticed after a few minutes how Vince came home and entered the house. The light in the living room went on and that was all they saw, as their taxi showed up and brought them back to the villa.

“I hope she gets what she was looking for.” Robert said during the ride home.

“We exchanged contact info, I’ll bet we will hear about it.” Jim replied. "Now let’s see what the women are up to. I have a feeling they might not be in bed.”

Both Jim and Robert grinned, while the taxi arrived at the villa.

[Beaumains]

Another good part!

I must admit it is more fun to write when you have an audience

And what kind of audience. I don't know if you have noticed it, but you just passed 20.000 views and this is momentarily the 4th most read story on the site.

For over 10 years this story was only a file on my drive with only me as audience.

May I ask how you are dealing with this? Should I read the story as if it happened in 2009 or in 2019? Both technology and the internet have changed quite a lot. Like the phone Jim takes pictures with. Is it a blackberry or a modern smartphone?

[Risperdaltied]

This is a stunning story - enjoyed every chapter and has never gone stale!

[Caesar73]

No it never gets boring. What fascinates me always: This story developed over a long time. If you do not know that, you do not see it. At least I don't

[slackywacky]

I must say I always look forward to the comments (good or bad) after I add a chapter. Thank you for taking the time to react.

> This story developed over a long time. If you do not know that, you do not see it.
I started on this over 10 years ago, but I revised and updated and added and removed parts as I reread it. So it might not feel 10+ years old in the first chapters. But I never published it until here on this site a year ago.

> Should I read the story as if it happened in 2009 or in 2019?
I try not to get hung up on specifics, I will say phone, but not BB or Android. Bondage is timeless, tying somebody in 2002 is not much different than it is in 2019. The difference might be that it is a bit more accepted than during the previous century. Read the story anyway you like, 2009, 1998 or 2019

> enjoyed every chapter and has never gone stale!
For me a bondage story has to be (at least for a decent part) believable, even when it is in the fictional part of the site. And that is how I write mine. That does not mean everybody should write like that, it is just my preference.

> you just passed 20.000 views and this is momentarily the 4th most read story on the site
I did see the 20,000 mark come by (funny that difference in using comma's and periods between NA and Europe), although I did not go through the site to see if I was number 4 or 145. I don't write to be #1, I write because I like what I write. I just put my fantasies to 'paper' (my age showing). There might be 20,000+ views, I think (did not go and count) that there are about 15 or so different users that have reacted to it, which is not unexpected, as most people only read, which is fine by me too. As I said above, I look forward to comments, but even without, I would still add chapters.

Some more stats:
- The Word document this story is written in has 283 pages (letter format, including index and header pages)
- The story so far is 75 chapters (counting the one I am working on too)
- It contains 137,933 words
- File size of the word document is 434 KB

Thanks guys, you keep me going!

[slackywacky]

Fenced

When Jim and Robert walked into the villa, they found the place deserted. There was no sign of any of the women. The beds were undisturbed, but the dresses the girls had worn that night were on their beds, so the guys knew that the women had gotten to the villa.

“I need a drink first.” Jim said, pouring himself a drink from the extensive bar collection. “You?”

Robert also had a drink and they enjoyed the drinks while talking about where the women could be.

“I suspect they are at the beach. It is still nice and warm; I think they are swimming.” Robert said.

“Yeah, I agree. We’ll have a look once we finish our drinks. There is no hurry, whatever they are doing.” Jim added.

“I’ll go and change first. I don’t mind these clothes, but I prefer shorts with this weather.”

Jim agreed too and not long after they had changed into t-shirts, shorts and sandals, finishing off the drinks that Robert had refilled after changing.

“If we wait much longer, the sun will be up soon.” Robert stated, looking at the clock that showed 3:30 AM.

“It is not like we have anything to do tomorrow. I figured we might do a photo shoot while we are here, but that does not need to happen early in the morning.”

When both Jim and Robert finished their drinks, they walked out of the back of the villa onto the deck. There was no sign of the girls out here either, although there was a bottle of wine on the table and three glasses. They walked towards the beach, taking their time, walking slowly, enjoying the still warm temperature. When they reached the beach, they did not see the women. Although it was getting lighter in the east, both Jim and Robert were pretty sure the women were not on the beach.

“I wonder where they went.” Jim said, looking around.

When they turned around to walk back to the house, he spotted something a short distance away, besides the beach.

“I think I found them.” He said to Robert and pointed in the direction of the area next to the grounds of the villa.

The area next to the villa was undisturbed nature, the owner had not developed it yet, and it was separated by a chain-link fence about 2 meters (around 7 feet) high. The fence ran all the way from the beach to the road on which their villa was located. Jim had heard from Mac that development plans were being processed by the island planner, but nothing was set in stone yet.

“Interesting.” Robert said when they approached the fence.

Mac, Linda and Diana all stood with their back to the chain-link fence, each around 3 meters away from the others. Diana was closest to the beach with Linda next to her and Mac completed the line. Diana was barefoot and dressed in a dark blue two-piece bathing suit that did little to hide her curves, while Linda was also barefoot and wearing her yellow two-piece bathing suit. Mac was dressed in the familiar white bathing suit, she had worn before, with no shoes either.

“What do we have here?” Jim asked, looking at the three women.

Based on the fact that Diana was looking straight at him, he surmised she had removed the dark contact lenses. All three stood with their backs to the fence, arms wide and legs spread about 2 feet (60 cm) apart. The only difference between them was the fact that both Linda and Diana were tied to the fence solely with white cable ties, while Mac was sporting handcuffs on each wrist that were fixed to the fence.

“Hello ladies, enjoying yourselves?” Robert asked.

A bunch of gag talk was the only reply they got. Jim took a closer look at Diana. Cable ties were used to tie her to the fence at her ankles, below her knees, above her knees, on her upper thighs, around her waist, just below her breasts, above her breasts, but running under her arm pits, around her neck, her upper arms, at her elbows and at her wrists. These were not the house and garden cable ties, but professional heavy duty half inch-wide ties. All the left-over materials had been cut after they were applied and there was a small pile of cut ties lying not too far from the fence. Diana’s gag consisted of a grey piece of drain pipe, about 4 inches long, with a cable tie running through it that was linked at the back of her head to the fence and was pulled pretty tight into her mouth, forcing her to keep her head still. It was pretty clear she would not be moving much until somebody released her.

“Hmmmppppppffffff.” She exclaimed when Jim examined her, winking at him.

“Interesting.” Jim heard Robert say.

He found that Linda was pretty much tied up the same way. All ties were pulled pretty tight, not allowing the women much movement. Linda looked at Robert with pleading eyes, but he did not seem to be interested in releasing her yet.

“Looks like Mac took control here.” Jim said, looking at the dark beauty who smiled around her gag.

It was pretty clear that Mac had done the tying and then tied up herself, using the handcuffs instead of cable ties to fix her hands. She had cable ties around her legs at the same spots as the other women and also around her waist, below and above her breasts and around her neck, but none on her arms.

“Shouldn’t we finish the work?” Jim asked Robert, which resulted in a few grunts from Diana and Linda.

“Yes, I should think so.”

The bag with unused cable ties was lying at the feet of Mac, together with a pair of pliers that she had used to cut the cable ties. Robert picked up the bag and handed a few ties to Jim, before they quickly strapped Mac’s arms in the same way to the fence as the other women had.

“Hmmpppfffff.” Mac grunted in her gag, still grinning.

“What would you have done if somebody else would have found you first?” Robert asked Mac.

She shrugged, as she knew that there were not many people around and most were not on the beach at 4 in the morning. A fishing boat might have seen them from the water, but the harbor was a good distance away and most would set out to sea, not head along the coast. Plus, she had waited until she had seen the lights from the taxi before dropping the pliers to the ground and locking the handcuffs.

“Hmmpppfffff hhhhmmmpppffff hmmpppfff.” Mac said, making no sense to either Robert or Jim.

When they came home from the casino, they had changed into their bathing suits, opened a bottle of wine, had a few glasses and since the boys were not there, they decided to have some fun on their own. When Linda found the bag of tieraps, Diana had come up with the idea of being tied to the fence and before they knew it, both Linda and Diana were tightly strapped to the fence. Only after they were gagged, Diana had cut the pieces of pipe herself, did it sink in that they had left a lesbian in charge. Mac had some fun with the women and had left them with a little surprise before strapping herself to the fence. All three were wearing wireless clit butterfly vibrators. Jim and Robert had not noticed yet, as the random program that she had selected on the remotes, which were lying on a table on the patio, had not kicked in yet.

“Hmmmmmppppppffffff.” Linda exclaimed suddenly and Robert could hear a light buzzing sound.

“Looks like they gave themselves some entertainment.” He said to Jim, pointing at the source of the buzzing sound.

The hour that they had been tied to the fence had been interesting to watch, if anybody had been there to see them. Randomly the vibrators would kick in and tease one or more of the women, sometimes allowing them to reach a high and experience an orgasm, other times stopping way to early, resulting in an angry grunt from whomever had been denied release.

“Maybe we should leave them alone a little longer.” Robert said.

“No, I think we should get some chairs, snacks and drinks and watch this. This could be fun. The batteries in these things run for a couple of hours, we don’t want to spoil their fun, do we?” Jim replied. “Plus it will be light soon and I am not sleepy yet.”

This caused a number of gagged sounds to emit from the three women, but they were ignored and left alone when Robert and Jim walked back to the villa and got the chairs, snacks, drinks and some additional materials, alongside with a camera. When they came back 15 minutes later and settled themselves in front of the three helpless women, Mac had just had an orgasm, while Diana’s vibrator kicked in.

“Just in time.” Jim said with a smile, walking over to Diana, who was groaning in her gag from the vibrator.

Jim played with the bound form of his wife, kneading her breasts, kissing her and playing with his tongue. That, together with the vibrator humming, did not take long to bring her to a powerful orgasm and her body spasmed in the tight cable ties. The whole fence shook, as that was about the only motion that the Diana had, swinging the fence back and forth. Only when the vibrator stopped, did Jim stop. Diana hung exhausted in her bonds.

“Nice show.” Robert said from his chair, sipping a drink.

“Don’t let me stop you.” Jim replied with a grin, sitting down in the other chair they had brought along and took a drink from Robert.

“Cheers.” He said.

“I wonder if they still think that tying themselves to the fence was such a good idea.”

“Probably not, but then, you never know.” Jim replied.

They sat watching the women until the sun came up. The batteries in the vibrators had stopped, much to the relieve of the women, as it had been a long few hours, but their ordeal had not, as Jim had taken some photos of Diana and Linda and then both Jim and Robert had walked back to the villa, carrying their chairs and other stuff, leaving the three women still tightly strapped to the fence. Luckily it had only been for another fifteen minutes, as they returned with a second pair of pliers and handcuff keys and quickly cut the women loose from the fence.

“I might not have been tired when we started this, but now I am exhausted.” Linda said once her gag had been removed.

The other women agreed, even the men were tired now, and after picking up all the garbage from the cable ties, they headed to the villa for a well deserved rest.

[Caesar73]

Just great again! I liked the Idea of Mac tying up Linda and Diana and then herself And they Boys watched the Show

[Caesar73]

I wonder what Linda, Diana, and Mac will do, after they had some sleep

[slackywacky]

You'll have to wait until I post the next chapter First I'll add a new chapter to the other story I am working on...

[Caesar73]

No rush, I will gladly wait

[slackywacky]

The wait is over

Taped package
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That morning they all slept in till late in the afternoon and other than some swimming, nothing much happened. The next day also started uneventful, Mac, Linda, Diana and Jim were out for a dive. Robert, dressed in swimming trunks only, was making lunch in the kitchen of the villa, when a courier service truck showed up. The driver got out and walked up to the villa. Robert went out to meet him.

“A have a package for Jim & Robert.” He said.

“I am Robert. What is it?”

“A wooden crate.”

He was not expecting any packages, but he did not know if Jim had ordered anything. Together with the driver he walked to the back of the delivery truck. The driver opened the rear sliding door and Robert could see the wooden crate standing in the middle of the truck.

“Here’s the paperwork.” The driver told him and handed a bunch of papers.

From the paperwork Robert could see it was a local delivery, but all it stated was that the crate contained one undefined item. The crate looked like it had been used before, it had decals on it for brands that Robert had never heard off. The truck driver pulled out the elevator platform and raised it, so he could winch the crate with the pallet car he had. Several minutes later the crate was standing to the side on the back porch of the villa.

“Thanks.” Robert said, once the delivery guy had him sign the delivery notice.

He looked at the crate, it looked like they used to ship tires in it or something like that. It was 2 feet wide, 2 feet high and 3 feet long. As he was still making lunch and the others would be back soon, he decided to leave it for now and deal with it once Jim was back.

“What’s with the crate?” Diana asked, dressed in her diving suit with the zipper open showing a nice cleavage, when she and the others returned to the villa 40 minutes later.

“I have no idea. It got delivered earlier this morning and was addressed to Jim and me, but I have no clue as to what it is. Lunch is ready, if you guys are ready for it.”

“Yes, I am hungry.” Linda said, while walking into the kitchen.

She was, just as the others, still dressed in her diving suit and barefoot.

“Deliveries?” Jim asked, when he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.

“No idea. We’ll sort it after lunch. Eat before it gets cold.”

Robert had made sandwiches and vegetable soup, with scrambled eggs and bacon. He knew they never ate much before a dive, so he made sure they had a decent meal when they came back from a dive. Mac came in last and, just as the others, grabbed food and went back out to the patio.

“What’s with the crate?” She asked.

Just as Diana she had opened the front of her diving suit. Her skin still wet from the dive.

“We don’t know yet.” Linda replied, before Robert had to answer the same question four times.

They ate their lunch sitting in the shade from the pergola on the back porch, with the crate standing to the side. Nobody paid really much attention to it, until Cat, who was sitting closest to it, turned around and moved her head next to the crate, listening to something.

“What’s up?” Linda asked.

“I thought I heard something. It seems to come from inside the crate.” She replied.

“I’ll get a screwdriver.” Robert said, getting up and leaving the patio.

The others all gathered around the crate and listened. There were indeed sounds coming from the crate.

“Let’s open this thing up.” Robert said when he returned with a large screwdriver.

He used the screwdriver as a crowbar and soon there was a gap between the sides of the crate and the top. The sounds coming from the crate seem to intensify. Jim and Robert lift the lid, and everybody looks in the crate, wondering what is in it.

“Packing peanuts?” Robert says, looking at the white flaky packing material that fills the crate all the way to the top.

“Packing what?” Linda asks.

“They call this stuff packing peanuts, as they look like peanuts.”

“Whatever it is that is inside, it is moving.” Diana said, pointing to the moving peanuts.

Quickly they started to scoop the peanuts out of the box, until they saw black tape. After removing some more of the packing material, the black tape turned into 2 arms fully taped up from elbows to fingertips.

“This is a person.” Mac exclaims, seeing more tape and more body being uncovered by removing more peanuts.

Robert and Jim stand on either side of the crate and grab hold of the body and lift it up out of the crate. All the others see is miles of black tape and skin. Diana slides the lid back onto the crate, creating a surface to put the tightly taped body on. Carefully Jim and Robert lower the body. It is clear it is a woman, tied into very tight ball-tie. Tape covers almost every part of the body, including the pantyhose covered head.

“Hmmmppppffffffff,” The helpless female grunts.

Cam got her diving knife out that was attached to her leg and carefully started to cut away the tape. She was very careful, but slowly more and more skin and less tape became visible. She focused on the head and after a few minutes all the tape was off an she could pull the pantyhose of the female’s head.

“That is Aryah.” Linda said when she saw the face.

“Aryah? You mean the escape artist?” Cam said.

“Yes, the woman we met at the busker festival.” Linda replied.

“And the woman we left hogtied on her bed for her boyfriend to find.” Jim added, looking at Robert who just raised his shoulders to indicate he had no idea what was going on.

Mac kept working on the tape. Aryah had been tied in a tight little ball. The wide black electricity tape was wrapped from her ankles to just below her knees, from just above the knees to her upper legs, from above her elbows all the way to her fingertips. More tape was wrapped over her upper legs to her ankles, keeping her legs folded. The tape also kept her upper body folded to her legs, by being wrapped over her bound arms all the way around her folded legs. The tape Mac had removed from around the pantyhose covering Aryah’s head, had covered her mouth and eyes and ran from under her chin to the top of her head, but under the pantyhose more tape had covered her mouth another time, running all the way around her head. The same for her eyes, they had been taped, covered with pantyhose and taped again. At least after removing the tape from her mouth, it was clear there was no mouth packing.

“Somebody definitely did not want this woman to move much.” Jim said.

Finally, Aryah was completely free, she was also completely nude. Robert and Jim helped the young woman down from the crate, while Diana grabbed some clothes.

“What were you thinking?” Mac asked, a bit angry, as what Aryah had done could have gone horrible wrong.

Aryah sat quietly for a moment, rubbing her arms and legs.

“This was my idea.” She finally said. “When Vince found me on the bed, we had a great night. Thank you for that. He also told me, the next morning with me still mostly tied, that he was asked to tend bar on one of the cruise ships for a 7-day cruise, starting tonight. I told him that was great, as it was better than working at the bar he worked so far. But it would also mean I would be alone for 7 days, and I am not good with being alone, so I figured maybe I could come here, I do not have many friends on the island.”

“Here.” Diana sad, handing her a few pieces to wear.

“I figured that if I showed up bound and gagged, you would have to ‘rescue’ me. And it was not as dangerous as it looked. We used a friend of ours who works for the courier service. He had no idea that I was in the crate, but he did know it was an urgent delivery. The crate came from the garage beneath our apartment. Vince wrapped me up just in time for the pickup of the crate. The pantyhose made sure none of the packaging could get into my airways. Although Vince was a bit overexcited when he tied and gagged me, but who can blame him, how often do you get to wrap up your girlfriend. Don’t answer that, you guys are the exception to the rule.” Aryah grinned.

“You could have just asked.” Mac said. “You would have been welcome.”

“I figured that now, but this was more interesting, right? I did feel helpless, more so than when Jim and Robert left me hogtied on my bed, as at least I knew Vince was coming then. This time I had no idea how long I would be in the crate. After the delivery, it had become very quiet and I was afraid you guys might have gone out. Right after the delivery, the driver called Vince to tell him that the package was delivered. Vince would check if he did not hear from me after a while, which reminds me, can I use somebodies’ phone to send a text?”

Mac gave her phone and Aryah texted her boyfriend that she was okay.

“Now, did I smell food?”

"You are one crazy woman." Mac concluded.

Everybody laughed and Robert brought out some more soup and sandwiches for everybody.

[Caesar73]

That was really fun!

[Bandit666]

As always such a wonderful read, with wonderful ideas. It doesn’t matter how long a break I may have to take from the site, from writing myself, or even from being in the mood to read a story or two. This tale is always my first destination, is always the first tale I look for and read.

In fact it’s probably about the only story I can read over and over again, so thank you, thank you very much for all the effort you’ve put into this, for not only posting what had taken you so long to write, but for also continuing once you’d ran out of archive material.

It’s great to see that plenty of other enjoy your efforts and comment, long may that continue, and I can’t wait for you to find the time to write more and share more.

[slackywacky]

In fact it’s probably about the only story I can read over and over again, so thank you, thank you very much for all the effort you’ve put into this, for not only posting what had taken you so long to write, but for also continuing once you’d ran out of archive material.

Thank you @Bandit666. Funny you say that you can reread this story over and over again, as even I do that once in a while. Maybe I draw inspiration from it, I don't know. Sometimes the chapters flow easier than other moments and now that I ran out of older material, the gaps might be a little bigger between posts, as I need to find time to write. And sometimes I need to write something else (hence the other stories on the site), some other characters, some other situation, so that I can get back to this story with fresh ideas.

I always appreciate comments, whether good or criticism, as both are useful.

[Risperdaltied]

Just continues to be one of the best stories on here!