Horsin' Around M/F
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Horsin' Around M/F
I slowly came round from my peaceful slumber to discover that I was lying on a bed of straw.
‘That’s strange’ I thought to myself absentmindedly, I didn’t recall bedding down in a stable last night.
Dimly recalling an old adage about the early worm catching the bird I resolved to get up but found, to my considerable surprise and alarm that my legs were reacting rather strangely.
Of course this wasn’t entirely without precedent, I was notoriously clumsy and it was a matter of public record that my left foot rarely let my right foot know what it was planning.
But this felt different.
It was almost as though my legs were stuck somehow.
Peering down the length of my black school trousers I could just about make out a length of coarse leather bound tightly around my ankles.
“Curiouser and curiouser” I thought to myself as I discovered that my wrists were similarly restrained behind my back.
Just then an anxious, weather beaten face with cut glass cheekbones peered down at me from over the nearest stall.
“Are you okay down there Miss?” asked the, admittedly rather pretty young stable boy.
He could have been no more than 20 and stripped to the waist he looked like the bashful hero in a Jane Austin novel.
“Well, I was a little tied up, but I’m feeling much better now,..” I said in a bright and cheery manner that rather belied my situation.
“Oh, that is a relief. I was getting worried when you didn’t wake up”
“Aww, how kind. But don’t worry this kind of thing happens to me all the time”
“Really?” He asked, sounding delightfully bemused “You mean you’ve been kidnapped before?”
I nodded. “Oh yes, this is rather par of the course for me - I’m a journalist”
“But you’re a school girl?!” He said, noticing my green and yellow uniform.
“Well, I may only be writing for the College paper now, but mark my words, I'll be working for the Herald Tribune as soon as I graduate!”
“Oh, I believe you. I’m sure you’re an excellent journalist”
I flashed him one of my very best smiles. The one I usually reserve for charming Hugh Grant types who cut me loose from my bindings.
“That’s kind of you to say, I’ll be sure to send you a copy of my story when I’m done. Speaking of which,..” I said wiggling my legs into a bent position, presenting the leather thongs for cutting.
“Actually, I think it might be better if you stayed as you are for the time being” He replied firmly
“Wait, You tied me up?”
“Apologies Miss, it was the express wish of my employers that you be kept out of the way until after the race”
“Well,” I snorted indignantly “if you’re not going to help, I’ll just have to get free on my own”
“Be my guest. But I should warn you, I tied them pretty tight”
“Hmph! Well, we’ll just see about that!” I said boastfully.
After all, how hard could it possibly be I wondered,..
Gritting my teeth I wriggled myself into a straighter position and pressed my wrists hard into the rough brick work. In the Nancy Drew novels she always managed to saw through her bonds by rubbing them against a jagged edge. Well, I quickly discovered how hard this was. After rubbing my wrists red raw I quickly abandoned this venture.
“Are you finished?” He said gloating
Boo! He wasn’t like Hugh Grant from the movies at all.
He was like the Hugh Grant from real life.
“Go boil your head!” I replied, rather petulantly.
For a while we sat in contemplative silence.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this sort of thing?” I said, changing tact.
“How do you mean?”
“Well I’m sure you have better things to do with your time than watch me all afternoon”
“Well, it’s part of the job isn’t it?!” He replied
“Yes, I see that, but still it must be frustrating being stuck here guarding me while your colleagues are off having all kinds of fun without you,..”
“Well, now that you mention it, this isn’t the first time this has happened,..”
“No?” I prompted gently
“No. I’m always being left out!”
I found myself agreeing that this was all very sad.
“But what’s the alternative?”
“Why, industrial action of course”
“You want me to go on strike?”
“Precisely. Withdraw your labour. Tell them you’re tired of being taken for granted, that you’re not prepared to be their stooge - their patsy any more!”
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea. I might lose my job?” He said, sounding suddenly horrified
“Not necessarily,..” I said, feeling the moment slipping away
“Look, I appreciate you taking an interest in my career, I really do, but if you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay as I am, the hours are good and we get five weeks paid vacation every year,..”
“Yes but,..” I spluttered
“And my daughter needs new braces,..”
“I see that but-”
“Sorry, but my minds made up” And with that he produced a bright yellow bandanna from his back pocket.
I told him I understood.
“No hard feelings?” He said pulling the gag tight between his fists
“None at all” I assured him magnanimously
“That’s very magnamous of you
“Well, all things considered, I am really pretty great” I said with a grin
He smiled back at me as I opened my mouth allowing him to tie the scarf firmly between my teeth forcing me to bite down on it.
“But thanks for taking an interest. Most people just ignore me!”
“Dhn't mmntnhn Hmt!”
‘That’s strange’ I thought to myself absentmindedly, I didn’t recall bedding down in a stable last night.
Dimly recalling an old adage about the early worm catching the bird I resolved to get up but found, to my considerable surprise and alarm that my legs were reacting rather strangely.
Of course this wasn’t entirely without precedent, I was notoriously clumsy and it was a matter of public record that my left foot rarely let my right foot know what it was planning.
But this felt different.
It was almost as though my legs were stuck somehow.
Peering down the length of my black school trousers I could just about make out a length of coarse leather bound tightly around my ankles.
“Curiouser and curiouser” I thought to myself as I discovered that my wrists were similarly restrained behind my back.
Just then an anxious, weather beaten face with cut glass cheekbones peered down at me from over the nearest stall.
“Are you okay down there Miss?” asked the, admittedly rather pretty young stable boy.
He could have been no more than 20 and stripped to the waist he looked like the bashful hero in a Jane Austin novel.
“Well, I was a little tied up, but I’m feeling much better now,..” I said in a bright and cheery manner that rather belied my situation.
“Oh, that is a relief. I was getting worried when you didn’t wake up”
“Aww, how kind. But don’t worry this kind of thing happens to me all the time”
“Really?” He asked, sounding delightfully bemused “You mean you’ve been kidnapped before?”
I nodded. “Oh yes, this is rather par of the course for me - I’m a journalist”
“But you’re a school girl?!” He said, noticing my green and yellow uniform.
“Well, I may only be writing for the College paper now, but mark my words, I'll be working for the Herald Tribune as soon as I graduate!”
“Oh, I believe you. I’m sure you’re an excellent journalist”
I flashed him one of my very best smiles. The one I usually reserve for charming Hugh Grant types who cut me loose from my bindings.
“That’s kind of you to say, I’ll be sure to send you a copy of my story when I’m done. Speaking of which,..” I said wiggling my legs into a bent position, presenting the leather thongs for cutting.
“Actually, I think it might be better if you stayed as you are for the time being” He replied firmly
“Wait, You tied me up?”
“Apologies Miss, it was the express wish of my employers that you be kept out of the way until after the race”
“Well,” I snorted indignantly “if you’re not going to help, I’ll just have to get free on my own”
“Be my guest. But I should warn you, I tied them pretty tight”
“Hmph! Well, we’ll just see about that!” I said boastfully.
After all, how hard could it possibly be I wondered,..
Gritting my teeth I wriggled myself into a straighter position and pressed my wrists hard into the rough brick work. In the Nancy Drew novels she always managed to saw through her bonds by rubbing them against a jagged edge. Well, I quickly discovered how hard this was. After rubbing my wrists red raw I quickly abandoned this venture.
“Are you finished?” He said gloating
Boo! He wasn’t like Hugh Grant from the movies at all.
He was like the Hugh Grant from real life.
“Go boil your head!” I replied, rather petulantly.
For a while we sat in contemplative silence.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this sort of thing?” I said, changing tact.
“How do you mean?”
“Well I’m sure you have better things to do with your time than watch me all afternoon”
“Well, it’s part of the job isn’t it?!” He replied
“Yes, I see that, but still it must be frustrating being stuck here guarding me while your colleagues are off having all kinds of fun without you,..”
“Well, now that you mention it, this isn’t the first time this has happened,..”
“No?” I prompted gently
“No. I’m always being left out!”
I found myself agreeing that this was all very sad.
“But what’s the alternative?”
“Why, industrial action of course”
“You want me to go on strike?”
“Precisely. Withdraw your labour. Tell them you’re tired of being taken for granted, that you’re not prepared to be their stooge - their patsy any more!”
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea. I might lose my job?” He said, sounding suddenly horrified
“Not necessarily,..” I said, feeling the moment slipping away
“Look, I appreciate you taking an interest in my career, I really do, but if you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay as I am, the hours are good and we get five weeks paid vacation every year,..”
“Yes but,..” I spluttered
“And my daughter needs new braces,..”
“I see that but-”
“Sorry, but my minds made up” And with that he produced a bright yellow bandanna from his back pocket.
I told him I understood.
“No hard feelings?” He said pulling the gag tight between his fists
“None at all” I assured him magnanimously
“That’s very magnamous of you
“Well, all things considered, I am really pretty great” I said with a grin
He smiled back at me as I opened my mouth allowing him to tie the scarf firmly between my teeth forcing me to bite down on it.
“But thanks for taking an interest. Most people just ignore me!”
“Dhn't mmntnhn Hmt!”
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Yet another great story! Always loved the idea of snooping journalists and school girls in distress. And you combined both!
very nice story I like the gentlemanly approach to the 'antagonist'
Nicely done.
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Nice fun story
Another great story to read. The smart mouthed reporter with a considerate side for her captor's feelings.
Personally would gag you earlier but that's just me.
Personally would gag you earlier but that's just me.
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Ha, ha! Hurrah! Like Lois Lane in a straw boater and tie - I’m a double threat!
Thanks for the feedback - really glad you liked the story.
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Thanks so much! Good manners cost nothing. I like to think Mr Darcy Jr (he never told me his actual name) came from a good and loving home where he was taught to always be respectful to women (even if they were your bound and gagged prisoner at the time!)
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Cub reporter and part time escapologist - They call me Houdini in heels
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Really happy you enjoyed it! Hey - we all have a job to do I guess- whether it’s fixing horse races, feeding the swamp monster or keeping snooping reporters under lock and key
As for gagging me earlier - what? And miss out on all my wonderful banter and biting social commentary? How could you even entertain such an idea?
(that said, these stories would be far quicker to write if there was only one character talking,..)
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49% snooping detective, 51% Damsel in Distress.
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Stiletto Amore wrote: ↑4 years agoReally happy you enjoyed it! Hey - we all have a job to do I guess- whether it’s fixing horse races, feeding the swamp monster or keeping snooping reporters under lock and key
As for gagging me earlier - what? And miss out on all my wonderful banter and biting social commentary? How could you even entertain such an idea
(that said, these stories would be far quicker to write if there was only one character talking,..)
Oh, I do enjoy your social commentary. I just also feel that snooping reporters are better seen and not heard.
This was a really fun read! I loved the style of your writing and any story with plenty of back and forth between characters is worth reading in my opinion!
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I think our snooping heroine talks too much, if I had captured her, I would have soon gagged her
Nice, fun story =D
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Well-written story, fun to read.
Is she out there, she who ties you up and then you stay tied up?
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Ok, so you want me to act like Erin Brokowitz,.. but with a scarf tied over her mouth?!Reidy wrote: ↑4 years agoStiletto Amore wrote: ↑4 years agoReally happy you enjoyed it! Hey - we all have a job to do I guess- whether it’s fixing horse races, feeding the swamp monster or keeping snooping reporters under lock and key
As for gagging me earlier - what? And miss out on all my wonderful banter and biting social commentary? How could you even entertain such an idea
(that said, these stories would be far quicker to write if there was only one character talking,..)
Oh, I do enjoy your social commentary. I just also feel that snooping reporters are better seen and not heard.
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Well, empathy IS my Superpower.
Well, that and escapology!
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Yay! Thank you so much for the feedback. Really nice to hear that you enjoyed the dialogue (especially since so many of my other readers would rather I simply shoved a sock in the protagonists mouth at the first avaliable opportunity )
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I am personally offended to the core
"Talk too much" - I happen to think I talk just the right amount to earn myself a well applied gag!
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Thanks loads - really appreciate the feedback!
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I mean, there's nothing wrong with doing it that way either but there's something satisfying about letting her run her mouth a bit first and shutting her up later thoughStiletto Amore wrote: ↑4 years agoYay! Thank you so much for the feedback. Really nice to hear that you enjoyed the dialogue (especially since so many of my other readers would rather I simply shoved a sock in the protagonists mouth at the first avaliable opportunity )
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Haha! Well I'm relieved to hear that you're not opposed to someone stuffing my mouth with dirty linen on moral groundsRtj65 wrote: ↑4 years agoI mean, there's nothing wrong with doing it that way either but there's something satisfying about letting her run her mouth a bit first and shutting her up later thoughStiletto Amore wrote: ↑4 years agoYay! Thank you so much for the feedback. Really nice to hear that you enjoyed the dialogue (especially since so many of my other readers would rather I simply shoved a sock in the protagonists mouth at the first avaliable opportunity )
Rather your objection seems to be that I should be seen to work to 'earn' my gag,..
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