Iliketights : Amy, Lucy, Rusty Ch. 1-12 (fff/ffm)

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Amy, Lucy, Rusty
By Iliketights

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Introduction

Me, Rusty, age 14. Totally average guy, slightly nerdy.

Lucy, my sister, age 17. Blonde, petite, very cute. Can be rather bossy and rigid about rules, but overall very good to me. Described by many as “spunky”. Highly resembled a young Reese Witherspoon in the movie “Election”. Can be too much of a perfectionist (when I asked her to tie me up last week, she actually researched bondage techniques on the internet and practiced tying her own legs together multiple times to make sure she knew how tight to make the ropes so that they were inescapable yet not painful).

Amy, best friend of Lucy, age 16. Although not in the same grade as Lucy, Amy lived two houses away and the two had been friends since elementary school. Amy was also petite, very cute, gorgeous eyes and brown hair that just reached just below her shoulders. Whenever she smiled, she lit up the room. Our mom always referred to Amy as “cute as a button”. Because she lived so close, she came to our house often (which made me happy).

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 1

This story picks up the Friday following the events in the previous story. I had just arrived home from school about fifteen minutes prior, when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door, and Amy was standing there. I was always glad to see Amy. Would it be awkward now? Would she pretend last weekend hadn’t happened?

“Hi Rusty,” she said. “Hi Amy,” I replied. Were we back to the way we used to be, just saying hello and goodbye to each other? I had a crush on her more than ever, but I was realistic enough to know that I was probably back to just being the little brother of her best friend.

“Lucy isn’t home. She has that dinner tonight at the French restaurant with her French club.” I told her.

“Oh, I know,” she replied. “I’m here to talk to you.”

My eyes went wide and I hesitated out of nervousness.

“Can I come in?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, sorry, of course.” I held the door for her. She placed her backpack down in the entryway, and then slipped out of her shoes, leaving her shoes between her backpack and my shoes. She had done this every time she came to her house, and it always gave me a thrill. My mom had always had a rule that shoes must be removed when coming in the house, and I was so grateful for that rule every time Amy came over. She was wearing the school uniform, which consisted of a white long-sleeved blouse, blue blazer, a blue pleated skirt that ended just above a pair of cute knees, and navy-blue tights.

I looked down at her pretty stockinged feet as she unbuttoned the blazer, took it off, and hung it on the coat rack. My biggest weakness is the total obsession I have with girls’ tights. Going to a school with a strict dress code, I was surrounded by dozens of girls wearing skirts and tights every day. I’m sure my grades would have been even better if I weren’t constantly distracted by cute girls sitting at their desks, popping their heels in and out of their shoes as they took notes. Occasionally a girl would slip one or even both of her feet completely out of her shoes, wiggling her toes as she concentrated on her homework.

“Do you want something to drink?” I asked as she walked into the living room. “A glass of water would be great, thanks,” she said.

She sat on the couch and tucked one foot under her. I handed her the water. “You wanted to talk to me?” I asked as I sat next to her.

“Oh Rusty, I’m so sorry about what Lucy and I did to you last weekend. I’ve been thinking of it all week. I don’t even know what to say.”

“What? Amy, please don’t worry about it. I’m the one who asked Lucy to tie me up, remember? I brought it on myself. Don’t forget, I liked it! Well, most of it anyway.”

“Yeah, but we got pretty carried away.”

“If anyone got carried away, it was Lucy,” I told her. “She’s the one who kept adding penalty time. You stuck up for me, if I remember right. And you were so nice, you gave me water, fed me popcorn, and then fed breakfast to me the next morning. I’m so grateful you made it a much better experience. Really, don’t feel bad.”

“I feel so bad about that prank we played on you at the very end, where I was pretending to be asleep. You sounded so panicked. It was a terrible thing to do to you.”

I decided to go for it. Since she was feeling a little guilty, maybe she would be more receptive to what I was about to ask. I would never again have this opportunity if I didn’t say it now.

“Well, if you really want to make it up to me, there is one little thing you could do.”

“Please tell me. If I can do it, I will,” she replied.

“Give me your feet,” I blurted out.

“What? I don’t understand.”

“I want to give you a foot massage,” I said nervously. “If it’s OK with you.” Would she think I was crossing a line?

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “My feet are yours. I would love that!” She repositioned herself on the couch, and plopped her beautiful stockinged feet in my lap. There’s an expression about something ‘being greater than the sum of its parts.’ That’s how I feel about girls wearing opaque tights. When a girl has great legs and pretty feet, that’s a very good thing. A pair of tights is also a very good thing. But when a pretty girl with great legs and pretty feet is wearing the pair of tights, the effect on me has been multiplied a hundred-fold. I began to massage her cute little feet. Oh, her tights felt so wonderful! They were so smooth and soft, made of nylon and a little bit of spandex (I found out later). I AM MASSAGING AMY’S FEET WHILE SHE’S WEARING TIGHTS! I was almost lightheaded. How embarrassing would that be if I passed out from happiness right now?

“Rub a little harder. My feet won’t break!” she said while sipping her water. “Oh, that feels wonderful. You have magic fingers. I’m still getting the better part of the deal here. I was mean to you, and in return you offer to give me a foot rub. You’re too good to me.”

“You weren’t mean to me, and believe me, I’m enjoying this more than you are. I really like tights.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that,” she said. “How did it come about that Lucy forced you to wear tights last Friday? Had you told her earlier that you like to wear them? How long has she known?”

“I have a confession to make. Lucy didn’t force me to wear them. A couple days before, I asked her if I could borrow a pair of her tights and wear them when she tied me up. She bought me a new pair instead, since she didn’t want us sharing them. I don’t know why she told you that it was her idea. I guess she didn’t want me to seem weirder to you than I already did.”

“Had you worn tights before? Had you been secretly borrowing them from her sock drawer?” Amy asked with a smile.

“No,” I said. “Last weekend was the first and only time in my life I’ve ever worn tights. You must think I’m so strange.”

“Absolutely not! The tights you were wearing really suit you. You should wear them more often. You looked so cute when you were all tied up and helpless,” she said while putting her water glass down on the coffee table.

“Thanks, Amy,” I said as I continued to massage her toes, her arches, her heels, and ankles. I was in heaven. My hands eventually moved up her legs to massage her knees. She didn’t seem to mind. After a short time, I asked her to roll onto her stomach so I could massage her calves and behind her knees. Her tights made such a delightful sound as my hands moved up and down her legs.

“Forgive me if I fall asleep,” she said. “This is so relaxing. You’re going to regret this massage because I’ll probably start demanding one every day!”

“That would be fine with me,” I told her.

She didn’t say anything for a while, and I thought she maybe had fallen asleep. However, she had just been thinking.

“Remember last week when you said you should tie me up, and Lucy too, to get even with us for tying you up?” she asked.

“Oh, please don’t worry. I was kidding.”

“No,” she said in a very relaxed, almost sleepy voice. “I really think you should.”

“Should what?” I asked. Was I really hearing what I thought she just said?

“You really should tie us up. We so deserve it. I won’t be able to stop feeling guilty otherwise.”

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 2

“You really should tie us up. We so deserve it. I won’t be able to stop feeling guilty otherwise.”

I was too stunned to speak right away. How should I respond to this? I didn’t want to sound like an over-eager pervert, but I definitely was not going to turn down this suggestion!

“Amy, I would love to tie you up,” I replied (are we really having this conversation?), “but I don’t want you to feel like you need to be tied up because of guilt or because I need to get even.”

She rolled back onto her back, but kept her feet in my lap. “No, that’s only part of it. I really want to find out what it feels like. When Lucy and I finished tying you to the chair, I looked at you all helpless in all that rope, and I kind of wished I could change places with you.”

“When do you want to be tied up?”

“Is your mom going on another weekend trip any time soon?”

“She usually spends the last weekend of every month with her boyfriend, so it should be in about three weeks.”

“Good. Well, not so good. I wish it was a lot sooner. That’s when you will kidnap me. I can hardly wait! Oh, and Lucy too. She deserves this even more than I do.”

“Now, tying up Lucy will be a bit of a challenge. When I joked about it, she threatened me.”

“We’ll think of something. What time will your mom and Lucy get home today?”

“My mom would be getting home in about an hour, normally, but today she’s having dinner with her boss and a couple of coworkers. And Lucy’s dinner with the French club is starting about now.”

“Good,” Amy replied. “My parents are at my aunt and uncle’s house for dinner tonight, and my sister is having dinner at a friend’s house. That gives us some time to practice and do some planning.”

“Practice?”

“Practice tying me up,” she replied as if she were the most normal thing in the world. “When you kidnap me for real in three weeks, I need you to know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, sure! That’s a good idea,” I answered, trying to sound casual.

“And if you’re going to successfully tie up Lucy, you can’t be a novice at this. Now, where’s the bag full of rope?”

“I don’t know. Lucy kept it. It’s probably in her room.”

“Well, let’s go look,” she said as she leapt up and held out her hand. I grasped her hand and we went upstairs to Lucy’s room holding hands, acting like a couple of little kids going to a candy store. Amy was actually giddy with excitement!

When we got to Lucy’s room, I suddenly got nervous. “Lucy is going to kill me if she finds out we went looking through her stuff.”

“We’ll be careful and not mess anything up. She’ll never know,” Amy said confidently.

We went through her dresser drawers, looked under her bed, and Amy started looking in Lucy’s closet. “Ta-da!” she exclaimed, holding up a plastic grocery bag filled with coils of rope. Lucy had carefully wrapped each section of rope neatly around itself so they wouldn’t tangle. Amy seemed genuinely happy to find the rope that would soon bind her.

She handed me a section of rope, and turned her back to me. “Give it your best shot, Mr. Kidnapper,” she said as she crossed her wrists behind her and waited. I was trying not to shake like a leaf as I proceeded to tie her wrists together.

She turned around and struggled for less than ten seconds. “Oh, Rusty. It’s a good thing we’re practicing. You’re going to have to do a lot better than that,” she said as the rope tumbled to the floor and she showed me her free hands. She bent down and picked up the rope and handed it to me.

“Try to think how Lucy tied your wrists. Think how secure it was. Don’t be afraid of hurting me. It has to be a lot tighter. I promise, if it hurts too much, I’ll tell you. OK, do it a little slower this time, and a lot tighter.” She turned around and put her hands behind her back again.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 3

She again turned her back to me and crossed her wrists behind her. I thought about how Lucy had done it to me. I began again, slower this time, and with more concentration. I wound the rope neatly several times horizontally around both wrists, then vertically around both wrists, and then made a knot and pulled it tight.

“Oh,” she sighed. “That’s much better. You’re a quick learner. Do you have your phone with you?”

“It’s in my pocket. Why? Who do you want to call?”

“No, I want you to take pictures and videos of each step of the process, so that you can study later. We probably won’t get too many chances to practice before the big weekend. Besides, later I want to see how I look.”

“Oh, OK,” I said, pulling the phone out of my pocket. She was really encouraging me to take pictures and videos of our bondage practice?

I snapped a few pictures of her crossed and bound wrists. I also took a video and told her to try to pull her wrists free again. I couldn’t resist panning down her shapely legs to her feet. She must have seen me do this, because she said, “No use filming my feet, they’re not tied yet. Or do you want before and after comparison?”

“I decided to go the honesty route. “No, I just like your legs and feet a lot.”

“You little devil! Speaking of which,” she said as she sat on Lucy’s bed and extended her legs, “it’s time to see how well you tie my legs and feet. Remember, make it tight.”

This was by far the best day of my whole life. The pretty girl who I had a crush on was sitting on a bed with her hands tied behind her back, and she was wearing a skirt and opaque tights with no shoes, and asking me to tie her legs together. So many of my fantasies were coming true all at once, my head was swimming. I knelt in front of her and placed her stockinged feet together and rested them on one of my legs. I began tying her ankles together. I cinched the rope and was about to make a knot.

“Pull it a lot tighter before you make the knot. It has to be tight. Pull it slowly, and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

I pulled the ends of the rope, which cinched the rope around her ankles tighter and tighter. “Are you sure? This looks awfully tight.”

“A little bit more. I promise it’s not hurting me. OK, that’s good. Make the knot.”

I proceeded to tie another rope around her legs just above her knees. Again, she wanted it tight.

“Oh, yes,” she said, looking down at her legs while trying unsuccessfully to find any slack in the ropes. I took more photos and another video of her squirming legs. I put one hand under her knees and one hand behind her back and lifted her, and placed her so that she was lying on the bed. I rolled her onto her stomach, telling her that I wanted pictures of her wrists and the backs of her legs.

“OK, I’m going to make a video of you struggling. I want to see if the ropes and knots hold,” I told her. She started to squirm and to try to free herself.

She gave up after a few minutes. “I think you’ve mastered the art of tying up teenage girls, Mr. Russell Venton. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to escape unless someone rescues me.”

“Do you want me to untie you now?”

“Oh, gosh no! I haven’t completely given up trying to free myself yet. Besides, it’s kind of exciting.”

I rolled her onto her side, and then I climbed onto the bed and put my head down close to hers. Some of her hair was over her eyes and mouth, and it must have bothered her, because she was trying to blow the hair off her face. I gently pushed the hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. My fingers brushed against the soft skin of her cheek and her ear. Her hair felt so soft. I AM LYING IN BED WITH AMY WHILE SHE’S BOUND HAND AND FOOT AND I’M TOUCHING HER FACE AND HER HAIR!

“Thank you,” she said. “It’s strange being so helpless. I can’t even move my own hair without help!”

“Something has occurred to me,” I said. “I just tied up the daughter of a policeman.”

“Yes, you’re living pretty dangerously, Rusty,” she said with a giggle. “You could get into a lot of trouble over this!”

“I suddenly got a mental image of your dad barging in here with his gun drawn. Seeing me here, lying in bed with his tied-up daughter would not make him happy.”

“Oh, I think my dad would congratulate you on finding a way to keep me out of trouble!” she said, and we both laughed.

“How do you feel?” I asked her.

“It’s pretty strange. If I had been tied up this securely by a burglar or a kidnapper, I would be totally terrified right now. But I’ve been tied up by a friend, so I’m feeling the warm fuzzies. It’s exciting and relaxing at the same time.”

“I know what you mean, after my experiences last week. But I’m a guy, so I don’t call it the ‘warm fuzzies’.”

We both burst out laughing.

“I’m kind of sad that I’m so good at tying you up, because that means you won’t let me practice on you again.”

“Don’t get overconfident. If we get another chance before your mom’s weekend trip, I still want you to practice tying me up. You’ve got the technique down really well. Next, we need to work on your speed. If you want to tie up Lucy, you can’t expect her to stand still and let you do it.”

How I was hoping that my mom, Lucy, and Amy’s parents would all decide to go on a cruise together, leaving Amy and me alone for a week to practice my rope tying skills. Alas, not all of my fantasies would come true. But at least one more tie-up practice alone with Amy would be great.

“What were your plans for dinner?” she asked.

“Since I’m on my own for dinner, I was just going to heat up a frozen pizza.”

“Oh, can you share it with me? I’m on my own for dinner too, and I’m starving.”

“Absolutely. You’re ready to be untied now?”

“No,” she answered. “If you can take care of preheating the oven for us and putting in the pizza, I’ll just stay here and engage in futile attempts to free myself from my bonds,” she said, with a big smile.

“You sound so dramatic! I like your way with words.”

“I’m glad! Don’t forget to come back and keep me company while the pizza is cooking.”

“I won’t forget you, I promise,” I said, touching the tip of her nose with my finger. I went downstairs in a daze of happiness. Not only had I fulfilled my lifelong dream of giving Amy a foot and leg massage while she was wearing tights, but I had tied her up in the same day! I turned on the oven and ran back upstairs. When I entered Lucy’s bedroom, the sight of Amy nearly took my breath away. She was still lying on her side, with her back to me. I had a great view of her bound wrists. Her shapely legs were bent slightly, so that the soles of her stockinged feet were facing me. Her feet were small and perfectly shaped. Her hands and feet made tiny movements, not in a serious attempt to try to escape her bonds, but as if she were exploring the tightness of the rope. I grabbed a short piece of rope from the bag and proceed to tie it to her wrist rope.

“You’re back! What are you doing?”

I pulled the other end of the rope through her ankle rope, and started to pull the rope back toward her head. This was pulling her ankles closer and closer to her wrists.

“Oh!” she said in a tiny voice. “You’re not done tying me up yet, I see.”

“This is called a hog tie. It’s to prevent you from standing up and hopping around. I don’t want you to fall and get hurt when I have to leave you again to put the pizza in the oven after it preheats.”

When I had finished, she was still lying on her side, but now securely hogtied.

“Oh, this is very cool! Did you invent this?”

I laughed. “No, I’m afraid I can’t take credit for inventing the hog tie. Now that the oven has probably preheated, I’m going to go put the pizza in. Will you be OK like this for a few minutes?”

“I’ll be fine. Don’t forget to take some pictures of me hogtied. I’ll really want to see how I look.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, pulling out my phone. I took a few photos from different angles. “Let me get some videos of you trying to escape.”

“Escape? I’m reduced to being able to move my fingers and toes now, and that’s about it.”

“Excellent. Let’s see those wiggling toes and fingers.” After making a video, I put my phone away. “Try not to squirm too much. Falling off a bed while hogtied can’t be a very good experience.”

“Don’t worry. I’m staying put.”

“I’ll be right back,” I called from the door.

“I’ll be here,” she said, giving me a wink while looking at me over her shoulder.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 4

I ran downstairs, eager to get back to my beautiful captive. I unwrapped the pizza, threw it on a pizza pan, threw it in the oven, and set the timer. I ran back upstairs. Again I was stunned at how amazing Amy looked, completely tied up and hogtied, lying on Lucy’s bed. She looked so pretty and delicate, I almost felt guilty about tying her up. I climbed onto the bed and lay down close to her, facing her.

“Almost ready to be untied? By the time I untie all this rope, dinner will be ready.”

“Not really. I’m feeling very content right now, which is the opposite of what a tied-up girl should be feeling. But I’m getting really hungry.”

“Don’t worry,” I told her, “you’ll get lots of time to enjoy these ropes when you become my captive for real in three weeks.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said as I began untying her legs. Once the hogtie rope, the ankle rope and the knee rope had all been removed, I massaged her ankles. “Are you sure the ropes weren’t too tight?”

“Oh no,” she answered contentedly. “They felt good. But, after dinner I will need a thorough leg massage. It’s the least you can do after being such a meanie and tying me up.”

“Yes, you certainly deserve a leg massage. It’s a tough job, but I’m willing to tackle it.”

She smiled. “Do a really good job massaging my legs and feet, and I promise not to tell my daddy that you tied up his precious little princess.”

“I would just tell him the truth. You asked me to tie you up.”

“Which of us will he believe? ‘Oh Daddy, I can’t believe it! I was at Lucy’s house waiting for her, and out of the blue her brother grabbed a bunch of rope and tied me up so tight I couldn’t move! I was so scared!’”, Amy said in a theatrical way, a devilish smile on her face. “You’ll be looking at life in prison, and that’s if he doesn’t shoot you first.”

“Wait, I thought you said he would approve of me tying you up, because it’s a way to keep you out of trouble!” I protested.

“Oh, that. I was lying so that you wouldn’t be nervous. No, he would shoot first and ask questions later. You had better pamper my legs and feet really well after dinner so that I’ll forget to tell my dad.”

“I’m being blackmailed, but somehow I don’t really mind,” I told her as I untied her wrists.

After she was completely free, I rubbed her wrists for a few seconds, then we wrapped each piece of rope around itself and put them all back in the bag. I replaced the bag in Lucy’s closet. Amy was standing up, stretching.

“Feeling OK?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. I wasn’t tied up very long.”

We were walking down the stairs just as the oven timer went off. I took out the pizza, threw a quick salad together, poured drinks, and we sat at the kitchen table to eat. I had no sooner taken my first bite, when I felt something land in my lap. I reached under the table, and found Amy had rested her stockinged feet in my lap and crossed her ankles.

“I hope you don’t mind if I put my feet up. It’s been a long day.”

“Not at all,” I said. I ate with one hand while rubbing her feet with my other hand.

“When ‘kidnap weekend’ arrives, tying me up will not be a problem. I’m a willing victim. But, we have to think of a way to tie up Lucy. She’s probably not going to volunteer,” Amy said.

“I’ll try the direct approach first. I’ll tell her I’m going to tie her up. Maybe she’s like you, and she wants to see what it’s like. She might just decide to let me,” I answered.

“Yeah, good luck with that. It could happen, but it’s not likely,” Amy said.

“Well, then I could make it more of a challenge. I could say, ‘Are you too chicken to let me tie you up? Don’t you think you could escape?’ Maybe she’ll dare me to tie her up then, just to prove that she’s not afraid.”

“It might work,” Amy conceded. “We’ll call that Plan B. We need a Plan C if the first two don’t work.”

Amy didn’t seem to like any of my suggestions.

“How about we use chloroform? That’s what they use in movies before they tie up someone,” I proposed.

“Yes,” she said. “Excellent idea. We’ll wander over to the chloroform factory after school on Monday and tell them we need a bottle for our tie-up games.”

“OK, I admit I didn’t think that through. What about sleeping pills? We can get those over-the-counter at any store, crush them up and put it in her drink.”

“I’m so glad you graduated from medical school so you can figure out how many pills would make her unconscious without putting her in a coma for the rest of her life.”

“I’m seeing a sarcastic side of you I’ve never seen before, Amy. I like it. OK, let’s forget chemicals. How about a blow to the back of her head? Or I put her in a choke-hold until she passes out?”

“Rusty, we don’t want to accidentally kill her!”

“Oh, that would be bad, I suppose.”

“I’m overwhelmed with the grief you’re showing over the potential demise of your only sister. No, we need something a lot simpler.”

Amy suggested a plan that just might work. A simple plan, that wouldn’t result in any bodily injury to any of us (I hoped). We finished dinner and she removed her feet from my lap. “Let me clean up,” she said, “and we can watch some TV.”

I loved watching her tinker around the kitchen in her skirt and tights. It was a lovely sight, those little stocking feet walking around, and standing on tip-toes to put plates away in the cabinet. When she was done, we went into the living room and sat on the couch. She again put her feet on my lap, and I eagerly resumed massaging her legs and feet. I would never get tired of the feel of her tights.

“Oh, I need to see the pictures and videos you took of me being tied up,” she suddenly said. I handed her my phone and she became engrossed in seeing herself bound in ropes. “This is so incredible! I was so tied up! You did a really good job on me. And I look good in rope, if I do say so myself.”

“Yes, you certainly do,” I answered. She handed my phone back to me, and we watched television for the next half-hour.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 5

We heard the front door open. Lucy came in, and took off her shoes in the entryway. She noticed Amy’s shoes and backpack, so she called out, “Amy, I didn’t know you would be ...”

“What the heck are you two doing?” she said as she walked in the living room and saw us on the couch.

“Watching TV,” Amy said.

“No,” said Lucy, looking at me. “I mean, why are touching her feet?” Then she looked at Amy. “Why are you letting him touch your feet?”

“It’s called a foot massage. He’s wonderful at it,” Amy replied.

“He’s never given me a foot massage,” Lucy said, sounding almost offended.

“You should ask him. It feels so good,” Amy said. “And it’s part of his therapy.”

“Therapy?”

“Yes. You’ve probably noticed that he is obsessed with tights. He even wanted to wear a pair when you tied him up. The poor guy is surrounded every day by girls wearing tights. It must be terribly distracting for him. I’m trying to cure him of his tights addiction.”

“By letting him touch your legs while you’re wearing tights?” Lucy asked. “You’re not making sense. Aren’t you making it worse?”

“Well,” said Amy, “It’s like when a kid is caught smoking a cigarette, and his dad makes him smoke a whole pack until he gets sick, and the kid never wants to smoke again. This is the same thing. I’m going to make him massage my legs and feet when I’m wearing tights, as often as I can, and you should too. He’s going to be so sick of tights. I’m going to call it ‘tights aversion therapy’.”

Lucy looked skeptical. “I don’t know …”

“Are you thinking it’s too humiliating for him? Maybe you’re right. We have no right to turn him into our personal foot slave,” Amy said. “It’s sounding like a dumb idea now.”

If there is anything that would encourage Lucy to do something, suggesting that it would humiliate her little brother would be it. Lucy suddenly liked the idea. “No, I think it’s a great idea,” she said as she sat on the opposite end of the couch from Amy, with me between them. I then found two pairs of legs lying across my lap. Lucy had changed out of her school uniform after school, and dressed up to go the restaurant with her French club, to practice ordering and conversing in French. She was wearing a nice blouse, a black skirt, and a pair of tan pantyhose. If I had to choose between pantyhose and opaque tights, I prefer opaque tights. But pantyhose are wonderful too. And even though she is my sister, I couldn’t help but admire her legs and her cute little feet. And if things go according to plan, I will be tying up Lucy in three weeks, so massaging her legs and feet doesn’t sound too inappropriate in comparison.

“My turn,” Lucy said.

“No,” said Amy, “I’m getting the massage right now. You live with him, you can get a massage anytime.”

“Ladies, please,” I implored. “No need to fight over me. I can give attention to two pairs of legs at the same time.”

Lucy put head back on the couch pillow and sighed. “Oh, you’re right. He’s really good at this. We finally found a use for him.”

Unfortunately, Amy had to go home after another half hour. She motioned for me to follow her to the door. As she was slipping into her shoes, she whispered in my ear, “Thanks for tying me up. I hope we get a chance to practice again.”

The next few days were uneventful, and Amy didn’t get a chance to come over for a few days. Lucy no longer went upstairs immediately after school to change out of her uniform. Instead, she started leaving her uniform on so that she could give me ‘tights aversion therapy.’ I don’t know if she really believed Amy’s made-up therapy, or if she simply enjoyed getting a foot rub while wearing her opaque navy-blue school tights. Or perhaps she thought it was a humiliation for me. I tried not to let her know that I really enjoyed massaging her legs and feet.

We grew so accustomed to the ‘tights aversion therapy’ that one time we forgot to end it before our mom got home. Mom came in and saw us on the couch, with Lucy’s stockinged feet in my hands. I immediately stopped massaging them because I thought Mom would think it was very inappropriate. Instead, Mom said, “I love it when you two get along. Lucy, you’re so lucky you have a brother who’s willing to give you a foot rub.”

“Yeah, I guess we’ll keep him,” Lucy mumbled, then looked at me. “Hey, who told you that you could stop? Get those fingers busy again, buster.”

“Oh Lucy,” Mom said. “I don’t know why he puts up with you sometimes. Anyone ever tell you that you’re kind of bossy?”

Two days after that, I got a text from Amy. “Stop by my house after school.”

I hoped it was a chance to do some ‘rope practice’. Or maybe a session of tights aversion therapy? Either was fine with me. Of course, both at the same time would be even better.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, chapter 6

I stopped at Amy’s house after school the next day, as she requested. Her sister Autumn answered the door. The fact that Amy’s sister was home probably meant there would be no rope practice or tights aversion therapy today. How would Amy have explained either of those to her sister?

“Hi Rusty, come on in. Amy, Rusty’s here", she called out.

I went in and took off my shoes, in case the Mitchell family had the same rule that my family had.

Amy came down the stairs and hugged me. “Thanks for coming. Come in and sit down.”

I couldn’t help but notice both Amy and her sister were still wearing their school uniforms, except for their shoes. Autumn was my age, and being in the same grade at the same school, we had a couple of classes together. But, I hardly knew her and had only said hello to her a few times. Amy was best friends with my sister, so I actually saw Amy more often, and she often came over for sleepovers at our house. Autumn was also very cute, sort of a younger version of Amy, but more quiet and shy than Amy. They sat on the couch across from the easy chair I was sitting in. They both crossed their legs at exactly the same time, and I became momentarily distracted by those two pairs of stockinged feet in navy-blue tights. Being distracted by tights was the story of my life.

“Rusty,” Amy began, “I told Autumn about our plan to tie up your sister.”

“What? I don’t think we should be telling people about that!” I said, startled.

“It’s OK. She promised not to tell anyone. And we kind of need her help. We’re going to practice how we’re going to capture Lucy. We have a couple of hours before our parents come home, and you can text your mom that Autumn needed help with homework and that we invited you to stay for dinner. Lucy is staying at school late to decorate for the dance, so this is an excellent chance for us to practice. Now, I’m going to pretend to be Lucy, and Autumn is going to pretend to be me. The two of you are going to gang up on me, overpower me, and tie me up.”

“Oh, that sounds good,” I said, and really meant it. “I’ll run home and get Lucy’s bag of rope.”

“No need for that,” Amy answered. “Yesterday, I ran into the hardware store and bought a package of rope. I also went to the drugstore next door to it, and bought several pairs of cheap pantyhose, to use for gags and blindfolds. I also bought some 2-inch wide medical tape. I want to try out a couple different types of gags to see what works best.”

“Wow,” I said. “You thought of everything.” I turned to Autumn. “Are you sure you want to help us practice this?”

“Yeah,” she said. “It sounds like fun, and I’m really going to enjoy it when Amy is gagged. She talks too much.”

“Very funny,” Amy responded. “OK, here’s the bag of supplies, and scissors. I’ll let you cut the rope into whatever lengths you think we need.”

I remembered Lucy mentioning that my hands were tied with a fifteen-foot length of rope, so I cut three sections that I estimated were about that length, plus a shorter section. Autumn watched me, apparently fascinated that these ropes would soon tightly bind her sister.

“OK,” said Amy. “I’ll come into the room and pretend I’m Lucy. Do you both remember what we discussed?”

Autumn and I nodded. Amy walked out of the room and then walked in again.

“Hi, I’m Lucy,” Amy said. “I’m going to start bossing people around now.”

“Hey ‘Lucy’,” I told her. “It’s your turn to get tied up. Put your hands behind your back.”

“You have got to be kidding,” she told me. “There’s no way you’re tying me up.”

I nodded to Autumn, and she went behind Amy and put her arms around her. I then grabbed Amy’s ankles and pulled up while Autumn pulled her back. Amy was struggling for real, but she was now off her feet and more vulnerable. We eased her down to the floor, rolled her onto her stomach, and Autumn sat on her back while I straddled her and sat on her upper legs, facing her feet. Amy was flailing her arms and legs, but she couldn’t go anywhere, nor could she hit or kick us. “Get off me!” she yelled. I doubled a section of rope and made a loop, then tried to grab her flailing ankles. It took a few attempts, but I managed to get the loop around her ankles, and soon I was winding the rope securely around them. I cinched the rope and made a knot.

“No! Untie my feet right now!” Amy yelled.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I commanded.

“No! You can’t make me. Get off me!”

Now that her feet were tied together, it was easier to grab hold of them, and I held them tightly with one hand while I began to tickle her stockinged feet with my other hand.

“No! Stop!” she wailed, while laughing uncontrollably. I stopped tickling her feet, but I held them tight. “Put your hands behind your back.”

“No! You have no right to do this! Let me go!”

I resumed tickling her feet. More hysterical laughing. “No! I give up! Stop! My hands are behind my back! Stop!”

“Beg me to tie your hands together,” I told her, while still tickling her.

“Please … please tie my hands!”

“Beg me to make it tight,” I commanded.

“Please, tie it tight! Tie me up and make it tight! Just please stop tickling me!”

I stopped tickling her and grabbed another section of rope. Autumn got off her sister but held her arms in place while I bound Amy’s hands behind her back.

“No fair! You two ganged up on me. You can untie me now.”

“Untie you? I’m not finished tying you.”

A third piece of rope was soon bound around her legs, just above her knees. The shorter piece of rope left her hogtied, with her feet only inches from her hands.

“No! Please! Don’t do this to me!” She looked at Autumn. “Please, ‘Amy’, you’re supposed to be my best friend! Why are you helping my brother do this to me! Please help me!”

“Afraid not, ‘Lucy’” Autumn responded. “You’re getting what you deserve.”

I pulled a pair of pantyhose out of the bag and pulled it over her eyes and tied them behind her head.

“Oh, no! Please, don’t blindfold me! Why are you being so mean to me?”

I looked at Autumn. “Do you think ‘Lucy’ needs to be gagged too?”

“Oh yes, she definitely does. Let me do it!” Autumn said with enthusiasm.

“No, no gag, please! I promise I’ll be quiet!” Amy wailed.

Autumn started to pull a pair of pantyhose between Amy’s teeth.

“No,” I told her. Let’s tie a knot in it first. That way it will partially fill her mouth and make her a lot quieter. Oh, and pantyhose stretches, so make sure you pull it back until it doesn’t stretch anymore, and then tie the knot.”

“Don’t you dare gag me! I’m going to ...” was all Amy said before Autumn stuffed the knot in her sister’s mouth. She pulled the ends back and made a knot behind her head. I had no cause to be worried that Autumn wouldn’t make the gag tight enough. She made it very tight. Amy was screaming and struggling, but it was obvious that she was going nowhere. Her screams were muffled very well.

Autumn and I looked at each other, smiled, and high fived.

“That was so much fun!” Autumn exclaimed. “Lucy doesn’t stand a chance.”

We stood up and looked down at our squirming, pretty captive, who was now bound hand and foot, had her knees tied together, was bound in a hogtie, and was gagged and blindfolded.

Autumn got a pensive look on her face. “You know, this doesn’t make sense,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “It’s crazy. Lucy, Amy, and I really need to find another hobby.”

“No, it’s not that,” she said. “You and Amy wanted to practice overpowering and tying up Lucy. You got to practice that, but Amy didn’t because she was pretending to be Lucy. It would make more sense if Amy was herself and I pretended to be Lucy.”

“But then that means you would be …”

“Yes,” said Autumn. “You and Amy should be practicing on me instead,” while looking at our bound and helpless captive.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, chapter 7

“Oh, that’s so nice of you to offer, Autumn,” I told her. “But you just saw what happened to Amy. She was wrestled to the floor, tickle tortured, then tied up, gagged and blindfolded. We can’t ask you to go through that.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I think it might even be fun.”

“Amy, is it OK with you if we practice capturing and tying up Autumn?”

Amy said something unintelligible behind her gag, and nodded her head.

“Are you ready to be untied?” Again she nodded.

“Not so fast,” Autumn said. “I’m kind of enjoying her being quiet.” This elicited a grunt of indignation from her gagged sister. “Plus, we already know you’re efficient at tying up girls. We now need to see if your ropes and knots can keep her prisoner in spite of escape attempts. Amy, for the next fifteen minutes, struggle like your life depends on it. We need to see if Rusty needs to improve his tie-up skills. While you struggle and attempt to escape, Rusty’s going to give me a foot massage.” Autumn turned to me. “If you want. Amy told me you’re really good at it.”

I assured her that it was indeed fine with me. I had certainly hit the jackpot lately regarding pretty girls wearing tights wanting foot massages.

We went to the couch. Autumn lay back and put her legs in my lap. As I began to massage her cute little stockinged feet and legs, I thought about how prior to today, Autumn and I had barely known each other. Now I was massaging her legs while she was in her school uniform, and I was soon going to tie her up! And this shy girl had instigated it all!

“You were right, Amy! He is great at this!” Autumn exclaimed. “Amy, I don’t see you struggling enough! Try harder.”

Amy moaned in frustration, not being used to having her little sister being in complete control. But, she did as Autumn commanded, and started struggling harder. She didn’t accomplish much. “No need to get too mad at me,” Autumn said. “We’ll be trading places soon enough.”

After fifteen minutes, well, actually closer to twenty minutes, Autumn asked Amy if she were ready to switch places. Amy nodded her head.

Autumn and I began untying Amy. When she was completely free, we asked her how she felt about our latest practice session. “That was amazing!” she said. “I can’t wait for the real thing!”

“Are you ready?” I asked Autumn. She nodded, a little nervous now that her capture was imminent. “Just promise me that you’ll use a fresh pair of pantyhose when you gag me. No offense, Amy, but I don’t want to share saliva with you.”

We helped Amy stand up, and I asked her if she had any suggestions. “No, you and Autumn did it just right. I really was trying my best not to get tied up.”

“OK, ‘Lucy’, I’m going to tie you up now,” I told Autumn.

Autumn put her hands on her hips in a defiant manner. “You and what army?” she asked. Amy wrapped her arms around Autumn while I quickly bent down to grab her ankles. As we had happened with Amy, Autumn was soon face-down on the floor. She too put up a good fight, but once her ankles were bound together and the tickling of the feet commenced, it was only a matter of time before she gave up in exhaustion and begged me to tie her hands behind her back. Now she lay on the floor, hogtied, as her sister had been. Even though she was only two years younger than Amy, and exactly my age, she suddenly looked like a frightened little girl. I felt so guilty when I looked at her and saw conflicting emotions in her eyes.

“Autumn, are you alright? Do you want to be untied?” I asked her.

“My name is Lucy. Keep going,” Autumn said in almost a whisper. Then in a louder voice, “How dare you do this to me? Untie me now!”

Soon she was blindfolded with the same pantyhose that had previously covered Amy’s eyes. She did, however, get a fresh gag as she had requested.

Amy gave me a quick hug. “We are really good at this! I think we really can tie up Lucy. Time for my leg massage now. I deserve it after being tied up by you mean people.”

Amy prodded Autumn in her side with her stockinged foot. “You need to be trying to escape. Let’s see some struggling.”

Now it was Autumn’s turn to grunt in exasperation, but she did begin to struggle as Amy and I went to the couch. As I massaged Amy’s legs and feet, she asked, “How’s that tights aversion therapy going for you?”

“I’m afraid it’s not working,” I answered truthfully. “I’m not repulsed by girls’ tights yet. In fact, I think I’m more obsessed than ever.”

“Well, any kind of therapy takes time. We’ll keep trying,” Amy replied.

Autumn was trying to say something behind her knotted pantyhose gag. “Be patient,” Amy told her. “You haven’t even been tied up ten minutes. You kept me tied up longer than that.”

After another few minutes of massaging Amy’s tights-covered legs and feet, I suggested that we better release Autumn. “If we must,” Amy answered.

We both began freeing Autumn, and soon she was completely free. She sat up on the floor, rubbing her wrists, while I rubbed her ankles. “That was really cool,” Autumn said. “Thanks for tying me up. I never thought I would be saying those words!”

I excused myself to use the restroom. I also remembered to send my mom a quick text, telling her that I was having dinner at Amy and Autumn’s house. When I came back, the girls were picking up the rope from the floor. I knelt down to help them, when all of a sudden both girls knocked me over. I fell on my side, and before I could react, they rolled me onto my stomach and they both sat on me! They were both pretty light-weight, but with two of them on my back and legs, I couldn’t get leverage to roll over or get up on hands and knees to try to buck them off. They had obviously been making sinister plans while I had been in the bathroom. I knew what was going to happen to me. Part of me was excited, in a good way, but part of me was scared at being overpowered so unexpectedly. My struggles were real, but ultimately futile.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 8

“No,” I yelled. “What are you doing?”

“I think you can guess,” Amy said.

I was purposely holding my feet apart, because I knew they were going to copy the way I had tied them.

“Put your feet together and bend your legs. Put your feet in the air,” Amy commanded. She must be the one who was sitting on my upper legs.

“No!”

“Autumn, do your thing until he complies.”

Evidently, Autumn’s ‘thing’ was tickling my sides. I started to laugh uncontrollably. It’s a good thing I just went to the bathroom, because her insanely effective tickling may have made me wet my pants.

“Give me your feet,” Amy commanded.

“No!”

My tickle torture continued unabated. I held out as long as I could, but eventually I had to stop it.

“OK, please stop! STOP! I did what you said! STOP!”

“Beg me to tie your feet together,” Amy said. “Autumn, don’t stop tickling him until I say to stop,”

“Please, Amy, tie my feet together! I’m begging you!”

“Ask me to make it tight.”

“Please, make it tight! Tie my ankles as tight as you can!” I said, barely able to breathe now.

“OK, Autumn, you can stop. For now,” Amy told her.

I was wearing my navy-blue school uniform pants and navy-blue socks. I had left my shoes by the front door when I came in. I soon felt rope going around my ankles, and it got tight. Very tight. Amy certainly knew how to cinch a rope. My socks cushioned my ankles somewhat, but the rope was still tight enough to make me gasp when she cinched it.

“There’s no reason to tie me up! I was supposed to be practicing tying up Lucy.”

“And you did practice,” Autumn said. “You got really good at it, so now you can just relax and let us tie you up. Now put your hands behind your back.”

I could have just put my hands behind my back immediately and surrendered. I knew what they would do if I didn’t. I had just taught them the whole ‘tickle you until you give up’ thing, and now it was going to be applied to me. I had been ‘hoisted by my own petard’. Why didn’t I just submit? Maybe I didn’t want to go down without a fight. Maybe I was actually looking forward to being tickled by two pretty girls. Maybe I wanted to see if I could hold out longer than they did before they had begged to be tied up. I don’t really know, but I refused to obey.

“I said to put your hands behind your back.”

I still refused, and fingernails went to work on the soles of my socked feet. I fell apart into hysterical fits of laughter. I begged and pleaded for mercy. I held out as long as I could, but I reached the breaking point. I put my hands behind my back. My wrists were then securely bound, but at least the tickling stopped. I panted in exhaustion while more rope was tied around my legs, just above my knees. I felt more rope being tied to my wrist rope, and I knew the hog tie was coming. I tried to kept my legs stiff, but with one girl holding my knees down and another girl pulling my feet up, my legs eventually bent and I experienced my first ever hogtie. I liked it and hated it at the same time. As I was lying in utter defeat on my stomach, hogtied, a pair of girl’s feet in navy-blue tights walked up to me and stopped inches from my face. I had no idea which girl it was, and I couldn’t look up. I didn’t want to look up. I longed to put my hands out and touch the tops of her feet, but of course I couldn’t.

“Kiss my feet,” Amy said.

She stepped even closer. I kissed each of her feet. “Do it again, and I won’t gag you.” Again I kissed each pretty foot. The tights felt even more amazing when I was touching them with my lips!

“Mine too!” Autumn said, as another pair of cute stockinged feet appeared in front of me. I eagerly kissed her feet too.

“Just kidding,” Amy said. “We’re still going to gag you no matter what.”

I was rolled onto my side, and Autumn stuffed a piece of cloth into my mouth. “It’s one of my socks,” she said. “But don’t worry. It’s clean.”

Amy took the medical tape she had purchased and placed some over my mouth, then proceed to wrap it around my head and over my mouth four times! When she tore the tape from the roll and smoothed the end down, I knew there was no way I was ever going to be able to dislodge the sock that filled my mouth. I whimpered and tried to elicit sympathy with my eyes, but they didn’t seem to notice. The pair of pantyhose that had served as a blindfold for Amy and Autumn had now become a blindfold for the third time. Each girl tickled my side with their feet, and Autumn said, “Let’s see you struggle. Try for real to escape.”

I did struggle, but the ropes didn’t loosen a bit. I was going to remain like this until someone untied me. My consolation was that we didn’t have a whole lot of time before Amy and Autumn’s parents came home. Surely, I would be released soon?

“We’re going to fix something to eat,” Amy said. “Don’t get into any trouble.”

I had no way of knowing how long I struggled against my bonds, but it was nowhere near as long as I had been tied up last weekend. I eventually felt my hogtie loosen, and then it was removed completely. I stretched out my legs while someone removed my blindfold. The girls helped me to my knees, and then pulled me up to a standing position. To my surprise, they neither removed my wrist rope nor my leg ropes. They also made no attempt to remove my gag. Instead, they told me to hop to the kitchen chair they had pulled out from the table.

“Seriously? Isn’t it easier to untie me?” I tried to say, but it was unintelligible thanks to Autumn’s sock and Amy's tape.

With one girl on each side holding me so I wouldn’t fall, we made slow progress from the living room to the kitchen table. I was especially worried when we reached the tile floor of the kitchen. Hopping in socks on a floor that looked slick gave me pause, but fortunately I safely reached the chair and sat down. Amy started picking at the tape while Autumn tied a rope around the chair and my lap, kind of like a seat belt. The tape eventually came free, and Amy pulled the sock from my mouth.

“How are you?” Autumn asked. “Please don’t hate us for jumping on you and tying you up. We just wanted to see if we could do it.”

“No, I could never hate the two of you. I don’t mind this at all. I pity any burglar dumb enough to break into this house, what with a policeman father and his two daughters who are so good at tying people up.” The girls laughed.

Amy and Autumn evidently intended to feed me dinner before untying me. I loved all the attention I was getting. When we all finished dinner, the girls cleaned up and started to free me from my bonds. I wasn’t tied nearly as securely to the chair as I had been last week, but it had still been inescapable. I was finally free, and both girls gave me a hug and thanked me for being such a good sport. They walked me to the door and I put on my shoes.

I turned to Autumn. “Autumn, did you want to join us for our ‘abduction weekend’? I’m going to keep Lucy and Amy tied up for hours and hours. You can be my assistant, or you could be my third captive for as long as you want. Unlike the other two, I’ll untie you whenever you ask.”

“That sounds like fun,” she said. “Let me think about it. I’m not sure my mom and dad would let me join the sleepover.”

“Actually,” Amy broke in, “I think they would be thrilled if you came with me. They would probably worry less if we go more places together.”

“Maybe. I just don’t like being around Lucy very much. I’ve never understood how you two can be best friends,” Autumn said. “No offense, Rusty, her being your sister.”

“You won’t mind Lucy so much, because she will be gagged most of the time!” Amy said. Amy said goodbye and ran up to her room to put her rope and tape away.

Autumn turned to me and said, “I really will think about it. But if I decide not to, I still intend on tying you up again someday!”

“Only if I can tie you up again too,” I answered.

“You better!” she said, hugging me goodbye.

I walked home as if walking on air. My mom asked how my evening was. I didn’t mention how Amy, Autumn, and I had each been hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded. My life had certainly become exciting. I went up to my room, counting the days until ‘abduction weekend.’ Would I have two helpless tied up captives, or three?

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 9

It was still a couple of weeks before ‘abduction weekend,’ but I had one more opportunity to have a bit of fun with the Mitchell sisters.

I answered a knock at the door. It was Amy. It was a Saturday, so she wasn’t wearing her school uniform. Instead, she was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. After inviting her in, Amy said, “I know we don’t have a lot of time, but Lucy said she and your mom were going shopping at the mall. I just wanted you to see this. I saw it on the internet. Do you think you could do this to me? It looks so cool.”

She handed me a folded piece of paper. It was a printed-out picture of woman wearing a bikini, taken from behind. Her wrists were bound together behind her back with duct tape, palms together. But what surprised me the most was that tape was bound around her elbows so tightly that her elbows were touching. I had never seen that before. I didn’t even know at the time that it was possible for a girl to touch her elbows together behind her back! In addition to that, more tape was bound tightly around her, keeping her arms securely anchored to her back. It didn’t look like she could move her arms at all.

“Oh no, Amy!” I finally said. “This looks painful!”

“It does, but I have to try it! Just for fifteen minutes. Please?”

“Well, OK, run home and put on a bikini,” I said.

Amy pretend-slugged me in the arm. “You’re missing the point. What she’s wearing isn’t important. Here, I brought some duct tape. My dad had some in the garage,” she said as she pulled some out of her shoulder bag. I was again stupefied that cute girls have recently been asking me to tie them up, and bringing tape with them! What kind of wonderful alternate universe had I entered?

“This will be so cool!” she said. “I’ve never been tied up before with tape, and I’ve never had my elbows tied together, so this is killing two birds with one stone!”

She remained standing while I pulled her hands behind her back, palms together. Once her wrists were securely taped together, I told her, “I’m going to push your elbows together. Tell me if you want me to stop.” I slowly pushed her elbows together, waiting for her to stop me. She didn’t tell me to stop, so I pushed her elbows until they touched. “Doing OK?” I asked. “Yes, I’m good,” she answered. I wound the tape around her arms just below her elbows. Finally, I bound the tape around her several times, keeping her arms trapped firmly against her back.

“How is that?” I asked when I was done.

“Oh, this is so intense!” she exclaimed as she tested her bonds. “This is even more immobilizing than rope! Especially with my elbows together.”
I helped her sit on the couch. “Do you want me to tape your legs?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Oh, wait. I forgot I was going to put on socks so that the tape wouldn’t leave marks on my legs. Could you get them from the side pocket of my bag?”

I pulled out the socks and got very excited. They were long. They must have been over-the-knee socks. They were obviously for St. Patrick’s Day, as they were alternating stripes of white and green, with a shamrock in each white stripe.

“These are very pretty!” I blurted out.

“Thanks! Could you put them on?”

“I don’t think they would look good on me.”

“Oh, silly,” she said, kicking me gently with one bare foot. “I mean, would you put them on me? I don’t think I’m able to put my own socks on right now. Someone has tied up my arms with tape!”

Putting over-the knee socks onto a pretty girl wearing shorts was mind-blowing amazing. Pulling them up over her knees, smoothing them, making the seam fit just right over the toes … I was in heaven. Once they looked perfect, I bound her legs with tape around her ankles and just under her knees.

“Oh, this all feels great!” she said. “Could you text Autumn and tell her to come over? I want her to see this.”

I asked for Autumn’s number, saved it in my contacts, and sent her this message: “I have your sister. Come to Rusty’s house if you want to save her.”

Almost immediately, I got a reply: “You can keep her.” Another message followed immediately: “I’ll be right over.”

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I let Autumn in. She too was wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

“Did you tie up my sister again?” she asked while she took off her sandals.

“Come see,” I told her. She gasped when she saw Amy bound with tape and wearing her long socks.

“Amy, it’s not St. Patrick’s Day today. What’s with the socks?”

“It’s just so the tape doesn’t leave marks on my legs. Rusty, show her the picture I printed out.”

Autumn gasped again when she saw the picture of the woman bound with tape. “Oh, wow, I wouldn’t have thought anyone could touch their elbows behind their back!”

“My elbows can!” Amy said.

“Your elbows are taped together?” Autumn said. Amy nodded. “I have to see that!”

Autumn and I helped Amy sit up so that Autumn could see Amy’s arms. Autumn gasped a third time.

“What do you think?” Amy asked.

“I think … I think I need to try that!” She turned to me. “Do you have enough tape for me?”

Within minutes, Autumn’s arms were also taped together at wrists and elbows, and more tape went around her body to secure her arms to her back.

"I'm impressed," I told them, "that both of you can so easily touch your elbows behind your backs.

"We finally found our talent," Amy laughed. "Do you want to tie us up for the talent show at school?"

“Tape my legs now. Too bad no one told me to bring long socks. I have a pair that I bought but haven’t had a chance to wear yet,” Autumn said with disappointment.

“Rusty, look in the bottom of the bag I brought. Not the side pocket, but … yes, that’s it,” Amy said as she leaned back.

I pulled out another pair of over-the-knee socks. These were white, with a cable-knit texture.

“Hey, are those mine?” Autumn asked in surprise.

“Yeah, I brought them just in case,” Amy answered.

I noticed that Amy had neglected to mention the socks until Autumn’s arms were taped behind her and unable to put them on herself. Did she do that on purpose, so that I would have to put them on for her? If so, thanks Amy!

“Do you want me to put them on you?” I asked Autumn.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I’m kind of tied up at the moment, and you’re the only one in the room with free hands.”

She sat down on the other end of the couch and I began to put on her socks. I probably spent way more time than necessary getting them on just right, but I so enjoyed how they felt. When they were perfect, I wound tape around her ankles and knees. I raised her legs onto the couch, sat between the two sisters and put their legs across my lap.

“Who needs a foot massage?”

Two thoroughly tape-bound teenage girls wearing over-the-knee socks answered “Me” at exactly the same time. Life is good.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 10

I was enjoying massaging the girls’ legs and feet while they were wearing the over-the-knee socks, but I could tell that the strict arm bondage was taking a toll on them. They were being good sports about it, but I could see on their faces the little winces of discomfort every time they moved.

“I think it’s time to cut you both loose. Are your arms hurting?”

“Yeah,” Amy responded. “I kind of like having my elbows together, but I can’t do it for very long. But before you cut the tape, could you put us on our stomachs and take pictures so that we can see how we look later?”

“Whoa, wait a minute, I really don’t want my picture taken when I’m tied up,” Autumn said

“He’s taken pictures of me, and he didn’t include my face, so there’s really no way anyone would ever know it’s us,” Amy replied.

We finally convinced Autumn to let me take pictures of her. I picked her up and moved her to the floor and rolled her onto her stomach. “Besides,” I told her, “tied up as you are, you really have no choice!”

“I can always think of ways to get revenge later!” Autumn said jokingly.

I picked up Amy and placed her on the floor next to Autumn. Now that they were face down on the floor, I had a great view of their arms, which were held firmly together from wrists to elbows. It did look very uncomfortable, but they looked incredibly sexy that way. I told them to struggle as I took out my phone to make a video. They weren’t able to struggle very much. I panned the camera down their gorgeous legs which were bound together tightly by tape at ankles and knees. Those pretty over-the-knee socks looked incredible.

I put my phone away and went to get scissors. “I’m going to release Amy first, since she was tied up first.”

Autumn said, “This was her idea, so I think you should release me now and keep her like that for five more hours.”

Amy protested, but I ignored Autumn’s suggestion and started to carefully cut the tapes that bound her wrists, elbows, and upper body. She gave a big sigh of relief as her elbows were freed. I started to move down to free her legs.

“Leave my legs taped for now,” she said. “I really need you to massage my arms. It’s weird – I can’t move my arms, even though they’re free.”

This scared me. Had I taped them so tightly that I caused nerve damage or circulation problems? I rubbed her arms wondering how I would explain this if I had to call an ambulance.

Fortunately, she told me it was getting better. “I think it’s just that my arms had been held in an unnatural position for a while. I can move them now.”

“Are you sure? Do we need to get you to the emergency room?” I asked.

Amy laughed and told me not to worry.

“You two are scaring me. Can you free my arms too?” Autumn pleaded.

I had been so worried about Amy that I had forgotten Autumn. I quickly cut her arms free. I rubbed her arms and asked how she was feeling.

“I’ll be OK. My arms are a little stiff too, but they’ll be fine.”

“Maybe we should put an end to these tying up games we’ve been doing before someone gets hurt,” I said.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Amy retorted. “Abduction Weekend is coming up soon, and no way are you going back on your promise to tie me up and keep me captive for hours. I will concede, however, that we shouldn’t do the elbows touching thing for more than twenty minutes. That’s about my limit. When you keep me tied up longer, the crossed wrists method we’ve done before is much more tolerable.”

Since Amy had been tied up longer, I moved on to Amy’s legs after I was sure Autumn’s arms were feeling better. I cut the tape that bound Amy’s legs, peeled it off, and began massaging her legs and feet, enjoying how soft her socks felt. Autumn got to her feet and hopped over to the couch, waiting patiently for me to free her legs. She made no attempt to peel off the tape herself. When Amy’s legs had been sufficiently massaged, I went and sat on the couch, put Autumn’s feet on my lap, and cut and peeled off the tape from her ankles and knees. Her socks were soft too, and they had that nice cable-knit texture. Of course, Autumn too received a thorough leg massage.

We gathered up all the used duct tape and threw it away. I enjoyed the sight of those two cute girls walking around my living room in their long socks. I asked Amy if I could throw away the photo of the taped-up woman she had printed out. “Yes, you should,” she answered. “What would your mom say if she found it lying around? Oh, show us the pictures and videos you just took!”

They took turns with my phone looking at themselves all tied up. They seemed fascinated at how securely they had been taped.

Unfortunately, the morning was passing quickly, and my mom and Lucy were probably on their way home. I was slightly sad to see the girls take off their long socks before they left. They both hugged me and thanked me for another tie-up practice session.

That was the last tie-up practice we had before ‘Abduction Weekend’. That was still almost two weeks away.

One benefit of our recent tie-up games is that Autumn and I started to really hit it off as friends. We started hanging out together more during school. Because we lived so close, we were often at each other’s houses doing homework together. My guy friends were a little surprised that one of the cutest girls in our grade seemed to enjoy my company and would sometimes join us for lunch at school. I wonder what they would have thought if I told them that Autumn and I had practiced tying each other up with ropes and duct tape.

It was the day before my mom was going away for the weekend that Autumn handed me an envelope as we were walking home from school. “Here’s a note from Amy. She said it’s about this weekend.”

She’s probably changing her mind about being my captive this weekend, I thought. After I got home, I read Amy’s note:

My parents gave the OK for me to have a sleepover at your house. After your mom leaves for the weekend, I’m going to convince Lucy that we need to tie you up. Don’t worry, it’s a diversion. We’ll tell you to go put on your tights (because I like you in tights!). When you come back, we’ll gang up on Lucy and tie her up instead, the way we practiced. Then you’ll tie me up, telling her that it’s so I won’t feel sorry for her and untie her. Could you tie me to a chair this time? I haven’t tried that yet. Promise me that no matter how much we beg, you will leave us tied up for a long time! I can’t wait for tomorrow! Rip this up and throw it away before anyone else sees this!

The part about Amy convincing Lucy “that we need to tie you up” gave me pause, even though it was apparently to catch Lucy off-guard. Was this whole thing a ruse, to get me to believe I was going to be the captor, when really I was going to be the captive? Amy didn’t seem deceitful, but one never knows. But the more I thought of it, the less I cared. Either I was going to get to tie up two cute girls, or two cute girls were going to tie me up. Either way, tomorrow was going to be fun!

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 11

It was Friday afternoon. Our mom was leaving around 4:00, and would return Sunday afternoon. Amy, Lucy, and I came home from school. I was hoping Autumn would spend the night at our house, but it looked like she wasn’t coming. Our mom said her goodbyes, and as soon as the door closed behind her, Lucy turned to me and said, “Go put on your tights, right now. We’re going to tie you up. No arguing. Get moving!”

I passed Amy on my way, and she winked at me, which I hoped meant ‘Lucy is in for a surprise’. I went to my room and got my black tights and the panties Lucy had purchased for me. I had washed them after my captivity last weekend, and they felt like new again. I stripped down to my t-shirt, and put on the panties, tights, and a pair of shorts. It was only the second time in my life that I had worn tights, and it was still such a new and exciting experience. I loved how they felt when I walked around. I went downstairs, but there was no sign of the girls. Did they leave? Were they going to jump out of a hiding place and overpower me? I sat on the couch to wait. Soon, I heard them coming down the stairs. They too had changed clothes. Ordinarily, this would have disappointed me, since I was looking forward to tying them up while they were wearing their school uniforms. However, I was in for a very pleasant surprise. Lucy had put on a pair of shorts and was wearing red opaque tights. Amy was wearing what looked like a short figure-skating dress and a pair of white opaque tights. Neither girl was wearing shoes. They looked absolutely fantastic! Lucy was also carrying her bag of ropes. They walked up to me.

“How do we look?” Lucy asked. “We know you like to watch girls wearing tights, so we thought we would give you a little variety. You’re probably tired of girls in navy-blue tights, so Amy bought us some new tights in bright colors. What do you think?”

“Wow, you both look really nice. I like the colors! Good idea, Amy!”

“If you behave yourself, we’ll let you give us a leg massage later. But for now, turn around and put your hands behind your back,” Lucy commanded.

I gathered my courage. “There’s been a change in plans. I’m going to tie up both of you.”

Lucy looked at me for a moment, then erupted in laughter. “You seriously think you’re going to tie us up? Have you forgotten, you’re outnumbered? Now stop acting crazy and put your hands behind your back. Your ridiculous threat just earned you an extra hour of being tied up.”

I looked at Amy and nodded, which was our signal. This was the crucial moment. Would Amy side with me and help me overpower Lucy, or would she double-cross me and help Lucy overpower me?

To my relief, she quietly went behind Lucy and put her arms around her, while I bent down and grabbed Lucy’s ankles before she could have a chance to kick. As we had practiced, Amy pulled Lucy back while I pulled up on her feet. Lucy gasped in surprise. “What are you doing?” she yelled as she found herself lying on the floor. We quickly rolled her onto her stomach, and Amy straddled her and sat on her back while I grabbed the rope that Lucy had intended for me. I straddled Lucy and sat on her upper legs, facing her feet.

“Get off me! What do you two think you’re doing?”

I folded the rope in half and pulled the ends through the middle, making a loop. After a few tries, I managed to get the loop around her flailing ankles. When I pulled on the two ends of the rope, the loop got smaller until it was tight around both ankles, holding them together. I soon had the rope going around her ankles several times. A cinch and a knot, and her feet were securely bound together.

“Untie my feet right now! Amy, I can’t believe you’re helping him! You’re supposed to be my friend!”

“Just relax and enjoy it, Lucy,” Amy told her. “We’re just tying you up, that’s all.”

“JUST tying me up!” Lucy shouted. “Enjoy it? Look, you’ve had your fun, both of you. Untie my feet and I’ll forgive you both.”

I wrapped another piece of rope around her legs several times, just below her knees.

“Stop it! That’s enough!”

I finished tying her knees together, and she grunted when the rope was cinched and knotted.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I commanded.

She put her hands underneath her. “No, this has gone far enough! Get off me now!”

I held her bound feet with one hand and started to tickle the soles of her stocking feet with my other hand.

“No!” she screamed, tying to hold back the laughter. It was hopeless. Soon she was convulsing with hysterical laughter.

“I’ll keep tickling you until those hands of yours are behind your back,” I told her.

“No fair! Please stop!”

I continued her tickle torture, until she finally screamed, “OK, I give up! Stop tickling me!”

“Beg me to tie your hands.”

“I will not! You need to …” but that’s as far as she got before the tickling resumed.

“Please, tie my hands! I give up!”

Amy held Lucy down while I crossed Lucy’s wrists and bound them securely.

“How can you do this to me, Amy?” she asked in a much more subdued tone of voice. “Please untie me. He’ll listen to you if you tell him I’ve had enough.”

“I won’t be able to help you,” Amy said. “I’m soon going to be tied up too.”

“You’re going to let him tie you up too?” Lucy asked in shock. “Are you crazy? Then we’ll both be completely at his mercy!”

While they were talking, Lucy was distracted and didn’t notice that I was tying more rope to her ankle rope. As I passed the end of the rope around her wrist ropes and started to pull her feet toward her hands, she moaned. “What are you doing now?”

I didn’t answer but continued applying the hog tie. Soon her hands and feet were only inches apart, and she was securely hogtied.

“Oh my God, what are you doing to me?”

“You tied me up last week, so I’m just returning the favor,” I told her.

“But you asked me to tie you up! You wanted it! I don’t want to be tied up. And I didn’t tie your hands to your feet. This is cruel. Please untie me!”

“You’ll get used to it,” I told her. I gently rubbed the soles of her feet, enjoying the soft, smooth, brand-new tights.

“Stop touching my feet and untie me, NOW!”

“I’m afraid you are in no position to make demands. Now, I would be blindfolding you right about now, but I want you to watch while I tie up your best friend. Other than me, she’s the only person in the world who knows that you’re all tied up. But soon, your only possible rescuer is going to become bound and helpless too. No, no blindfold for you yet, but I think a gag is in order, don’t you?”

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 12

I reached in Lucy’s bag and found the two old pairs of tights that had previously been my gag and blindfold. Lucy had obviously washed them since then. Lucky for her. She wouldn’t have to share my week-old dried spit. I tied a knot in one. Lucy watched in horror.

“Rusty, please, I’m begging you, don’t gag me. If you untie me, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll do your chores for a week. I’ll give you the $50 gift card that Dad sent to me on my birthday. Please, you can’t … mmmfff!!!” The knot was pushed firmly in her mouth. I pulled the tights back until they would stretch no more, and tied them behind her head. She screamed in frustration.

“I’m in charge now, Lucy,” I told her. “I’m getting pretty tired of you bossing me around. When I decide to remove your gag, and it won’t be soon, you will address me as ‘sir’. Now, just relax while I tie up your best friend. Amy, could you bring one of the kitchen chairs in here and place it so that Lucy has a good view of it?”

“OK,” Amy said. “Oh, I mean, ‘yes sir!’” I almost told Amy that she didn’t need to call me ‘sir’, but what the heck? I like the sound of it!

Amy brought in the chair and sat in it. She looked incredible. Her dress wasn’t really a dress at all. It was more like a long-sleeved leotard with a short skirt attached. The skirt was much shorter than the school uniform skirt she wore on weekdays, revealing even more of her legs than shorts would. Her long sleeves were transparent – almost like wearing pantyhose on her arms. She put her hands through the slats in the back of the chair and waited for me. It was a whole different experience tying a willing – no, eager – victim than it was tying up Lucy. I crossed and bound her wrists together behind the chair. I tied more rope securing her upper body to the chair, with ropes around her waist and below her chest. Even though she was a willing victim, I made sure her upper body was completely and thoroughly tied to the chair. A willing victim should be tied just as securely as a protesting victim, I would have told her if she had protested. I told her to wiggle, and there was hardly any movement possible. Then it was time for her legs. Oh, her legs! I nearly passed out, my heart was beating so fast. Those white tights were like a dream come true.

“I absolutely love your tights, and Lucy’s too!” I gushed, as I rubbed my hands up and down her legs and feet. “You made good choices.”

“Thanks, Rusty,” she replied. “I knew you would like them.”

I sat on the floor in front of her and placed her stocking feet in my lap. I tied her ankles and knees together as tightly as I had Lucy’s.

I massaged her feet and asked if any of the ropes were hurting.

“Nothing hurts, but it’s all very tight. I love it! I’m glad you didn’t go easy on me. I can barely move a muscle. This is so exciting!”

Lucy mumbled something behind her gag, probably in disparagement of Amy’s enthusiasm. We ignored her. After massaging her feet for a minute, I tied a short rope to her ankle ropes, pulled her feet back until the back of her ankles were against the decorative piece of wood that went horizontally between the front legs of the chair, and tied the rope securely to it. Her feet were now anchored securely to the chair, and only the tips of her toes were able to touch the carpet. “There, now you can’t accidentally kick the chair over, or pound on the coffee table with you heels to attract the attention of a salesman knocking on the front door after you’re gagged.”

“Wow,” she said in amazement. "I thought I was tied up thoroughly a few minutes ago. Now I can’t move anything!”

“Your friend can’t help you now, Lucy, even if she changes her mind! You’re both my captives now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lucy gave vent to more sounds behind her gag. It was probably a good thing I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.

“You will both be gagged and blindfolded now. I will set my timer for one hour. If you both behave, I will remove your gags and blindfolds after the hour is up, and let you talk to each other. Notice I didn’t say anything about removing any ropes.”

“How can we not behave, when we’re tied up so tight we can’t move, and we can’t speak?” Amy asked with a smile.

“I guess you’re right. My determination of good behavior will have to come after I remove the gags.

Amy had previously dropped off her bag of ropes and the pantyhose that we had used for gags and blindfolds at her house, so we had plenty. I blindfolded Amy with a pair of pantyhose. “What are you going to do for the next hour?” she asked me. “Please don’t leave us alone. I don’t think that’s safe.”

“Oh, I won’t leave. I’m going to watch you two struggle while I read a book. I probably won’t be able to concentrate very well on my book, though, while admiring you two in your pretty tights.”

I knotted another pair of pantyhose and then Amy was securely gagged. I approached Lucy with another pair of hose. If she had the ability to kill someone with the furious look in her eyes, I would have been dead instantly. Fortunately, she didn’t have the super-human ability to kill with a glare, and I tied the pantyhose over her eyes. She again screamed in anger and frustration.

I turned on the stereo and played a CD that I liked but Lucy hated. I sat down with my book, but first I admired my beautiful captives. I had actually done it – I had abducted two girls. Sure, I had help from one of them, but still, it was a nice feeling. Amy was wiggling in the chair trying to find any slack in the ropes, and having no luck. Lucy was not tied to anything, so she had a little bit more ability to move, but even that consisted only of rolling from her stomach onto her side, and then after a few minutes back onto her stomach, in an endless cycle of trying to find a comfortable position. She tried to find knots with her fingers, but there was no hope of that.

As I watched Lucy, I knew that I would eventually have to let her go, and then there would be hell to pay. She would be looking for revenge in a big way. But for now, I was just enjoying being a captor.