Wintertime M/F
Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2021 1:42 pm
Thanks to Canuck 100, for making me want to write this. Who knows; there may be more
Here are the original stories: Lasse K : 03 - Kidnapping in Wintertime (f/f, F/ff) - Stories of Tie Up Games (tugstories.com)
The years went by, and Anna got married to Steve, but she couldn't get the feeling of being so helpless as she had been that day in school out of her mind, nor the feeling of having gone outside with her hands tied together behind her back, dressed in a snowsuit. She and Steve talked about it so many times, he one day threw his hands in the air and sighed:
"You know what? I'm getting pretty tired of you talking about it all the time! Buy a snowsuit and ropes, and I'll tie your hands as often as you want, when we go out. O,K? Oh, and by the way; do you remember what your teacher's name was?"
Yes, I sure do. It was Ms. Abbey, but I don't think she is still alive, and even if she is, she must be pretty old by now and besides; it's been so long, she could hardly remember that."
"You get whatever you need, and I'll try to find her!" Steve determined. "Let's take it from there; O.K?"
"Oh; would you? I'd be forever in your debt, if you did!" Anna kissed him on the chin. "You can't possibly understand how much that would mean to me!"
A couple of days later, Steve returned home, beaming with joy.
"Guess what? I found her! Or rather, I found her daughter, as she herself died a couple of years ago. I talked to her and explained the situation, and she has agreed to meet us."
"Oh, really; when?" Anna was flabbergasted.
"Whenever you want, love. All I have to do, is give her a call, and tell her we're coming." Steve smiled when he saw his wife's reaction.
Anna ran out to the entrance, put on her boots, took down her new snowsuit, pulled it up to her waist, and took a coil of rope from a bag hanging on the coat rack.
"Well; what are you waiting for?" she impatiently said, and handed him the rope. "Call her, tie my hands behind my back, and let's go already! Is it far? Maybe we can walk over there?"
"No it isn't far; and sure, we can walk. She actually lives only a couple of streets from us, in fact." Steve laughed.
Steve knocked on the door, and a woman, not much older than they, opened.
"Ms Abbey?" Steve asked.
"Yes, but please; call me Linda." she replied in a very pleasant voice.
"I was one of your mother's students many years ago..." Anna started explaining.
"Oh, it's you?" Linda smiled. "My mother told me so much about you, and that day in school. I'm so glad to have finally met you. Come in! Can I get you anything?"
"Thank you." Steve said as they walked inside, and he helped Anna take off her boots and snowsuit. "A cup of coffee would be nice."
"So; you still do that; do you?" Linda noted.
"Yes; I've finally managed to persuade Steve to do what I want. It took many years, though." Anna smiled.
"Yes; she can be very persuasive at times." Steve smiled, as he hung his coat and her snowsuit on hangers.
Linda motioned for them to go into the living room, and she went into the kitchen and started the percolator.
"These takes me right back!" Anna studied the pictures that hung on the wall and stood scattered around the room. "She was one of the best teachers I've ever had. If not THE best."
"Mm; that's what they all say." Linda entered holding a tray with three cups of steaming hot coffee. "Every one of her students I've met over the years. They all think fondly of her. As do I. But then again, I would; wouldn't I? No, she really was the best mother a daughter could wish for. I just hope I was even a fraction as good to my kids."
Steve and Anna, who still had her hands tied together, sat in the sofa, and he helped her take a sip.
"So," Linda began in a businesslike tone, "you've come to talk about those old wheelchairs; have you?"
"Yes," Anna nodded. "I was wondering what became of them?"
"Oh, I still have them, for some reason. They're somewhere in the basement."
"Mind if we go down and have a look?"
"Sure, but I doubt they're probably rusted solid, and can't be used anymore. Besides; the leather straps have probably dried up by now, from lack of care."
When the chairs were pulled out of their hiding place, they were every bit as rusty and the leather was as dry as Linda had feared.
"As I told you," Linda said, "they're destined for the scrap yard."
"Mm; it breaks my heart to say so, but I'm afraid they are. Well, it was nice to see them one last time." Anna sighed. What none of the girls noticed, was that Steve had been busy taking pictures with his cell phone.
Sometime later, Steve came home and told Anna they were going for a ride down town.
"Oh? Where to?" Anna wanted to know, but he didn't reply properly, he only gave her a look that could have meant just about anything and said; "I'm not going to tell you where we're going, but I think you'll like what's there."
He stopped the car in an alley way, and they walked over to a nondescript door, which he opened. They walked down a narrow passage and into a big, empty room. Empty, that is, except for a big wooden box in the middle of the floor.
"Is that what I think it is?" Anna was so excited she could hardly breathe, let alone speak.
"Dunno." Steve shrugged and smiled. "Depends on what you're thinking."
She found a crow bar and started forcefully attacking the boards on one side of the box, to get it opened.
"Oh, Steve!" she sighed, beaming with joy, when she saw what was inside. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, a million times more! " She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug.
"Can I try it?" she hardly dared ask.
'Cause you can!" Steve smiled. "Not only that; I've arranged for someone to take it to our home, when we've gone. But first; why don't you sit in it, and see if it is as you remembered?"
She slowly sat down, and he started tightening the straps which would immobilize her entire body and head.
"Well?" Steve then asked. "Is it as you remember it?" He smiled when the only answer he got from her, was a deep sigh.
Here are the original stories: Lasse K : 03 - Kidnapping in Wintertime (f/f, F/ff) - Stories of Tie Up Games (tugstories.com)
The years went by, and Anna got married to Steve, but she couldn't get the feeling of being so helpless as she had been that day in school out of her mind, nor the feeling of having gone outside with her hands tied together behind her back, dressed in a snowsuit. She and Steve talked about it so many times, he one day threw his hands in the air and sighed:
"You know what? I'm getting pretty tired of you talking about it all the time! Buy a snowsuit and ropes, and I'll tie your hands as often as you want, when we go out. O,K? Oh, and by the way; do you remember what your teacher's name was?"
Yes, I sure do. It was Ms. Abbey, but I don't think she is still alive, and even if she is, she must be pretty old by now and besides; it's been so long, she could hardly remember that."
"You get whatever you need, and I'll try to find her!" Steve determined. "Let's take it from there; O.K?"
"Oh; would you? I'd be forever in your debt, if you did!" Anna kissed him on the chin. "You can't possibly understand how much that would mean to me!"
A couple of days later, Steve returned home, beaming with joy.
"Guess what? I found her! Or rather, I found her daughter, as she herself died a couple of years ago. I talked to her and explained the situation, and she has agreed to meet us."
"Oh, really; when?" Anna was flabbergasted.
"Whenever you want, love. All I have to do, is give her a call, and tell her we're coming." Steve smiled when he saw his wife's reaction.
Anna ran out to the entrance, put on her boots, took down her new snowsuit, pulled it up to her waist, and took a coil of rope from a bag hanging on the coat rack.
"Well; what are you waiting for?" she impatiently said, and handed him the rope. "Call her, tie my hands behind my back, and let's go already! Is it far? Maybe we can walk over there?"
"No it isn't far; and sure, we can walk. She actually lives only a couple of streets from us, in fact." Steve laughed.
Steve knocked on the door, and a woman, not much older than they, opened.
"Ms Abbey?" Steve asked.
"Yes, but please; call me Linda." she replied in a very pleasant voice.
"I was one of your mother's students many years ago..." Anna started explaining.
"Oh, it's you?" Linda smiled. "My mother told me so much about you, and that day in school. I'm so glad to have finally met you. Come in! Can I get you anything?"
"Thank you." Steve said as they walked inside, and he helped Anna take off her boots and snowsuit. "A cup of coffee would be nice."
"So; you still do that; do you?" Linda noted.
"Yes; I've finally managed to persuade Steve to do what I want. It took many years, though." Anna smiled.
"Yes; she can be very persuasive at times." Steve smiled, as he hung his coat and her snowsuit on hangers.
Linda motioned for them to go into the living room, and she went into the kitchen and started the percolator.
"These takes me right back!" Anna studied the pictures that hung on the wall and stood scattered around the room. "She was one of the best teachers I've ever had. If not THE best."
"Mm; that's what they all say." Linda entered holding a tray with three cups of steaming hot coffee. "Every one of her students I've met over the years. They all think fondly of her. As do I. But then again, I would; wouldn't I? No, she really was the best mother a daughter could wish for. I just hope I was even a fraction as good to my kids."
Steve and Anna, who still had her hands tied together, sat in the sofa, and he helped her take a sip.
"So," Linda began in a businesslike tone, "you've come to talk about those old wheelchairs; have you?"
"Yes," Anna nodded. "I was wondering what became of them?"
"Oh, I still have them, for some reason. They're somewhere in the basement."
"Mind if we go down and have a look?"
"Sure, but I doubt they're probably rusted solid, and can't be used anymore. Besides; the leather straps have probably dried up by now, from lack of care."
When the chairs were pulled out of their hiding place, they were every bit as rusty and the leather was as dry as Linda had feared.
"As I told you," Linda said, "they're destined for the scrap yard."
"Mm; it breaks my heart to say so, but I'm afraid they are. Well, it was nice to see them one last time." Anna sighed. What none of the girls noticed, was that Steve had been busy taking pictures with his cell phone.
Sometime later, Steve came home and told Anna they were going for a ride down town.
"Oh? Where to?" Anna wanted to know, but he didn't reply properly, he only gave her a look that could have meant just about anything and said; "I'm not going to tell you where we're going, but I think you'll like what's there."
He stopped the car in an alley way, and they walked over to a nondescript door, which he opened. They walked down a narrow passage and into a big, empty room. Empty, that is, except for a big wooden box in the middle of the floor.
"Is that what I think it is?" Anna was so excited she could hardly breathe, let alone speak.
"Dunno." Steve shrugged and smiled. "Depends on what you're thinking."
She found a crow bar and started forcefully attacking the boards on one side of the box, to get it opened.
"Oh, Steve!" she sighed, beaming with joy, when she saw what was inside. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, a million times more! " She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug.
"Can I try it?" she hardly dared ask.
'Cause you can!" Steve smiled. "Not only that; I've arranged for someone to take it to our home, when we've gone. But first; why don't you sit in it, and see if it is as you remembered?"
She slowly sat down, and he started tightening the straps which would immobilize her entire body and head.
"Well?" Steve then asked. "Is it as you remember it?" He smiled when the only answer he got from her, was a deep sigh.