The games that we play. Part 13 added, (2/5) m/fffff
worth the waiting, indeed! And never you worry, quality's always preferable to quantity, and as quality is taking time and, concerning writing, mood and inspiration, I myself do not mind the wait.
Nice to see this story continuing and you picked up right where you left off. Well done, and talk about 'hot for the teacher'
I do recall, @Bandit666, that you are the Grand Master of Bondage Games, as this chapter proves so well. Little sister stimulates the imagination. But Julie hits the jackpot. You paint with a brush that is broad but detailed at the same time.
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This is great...playful fun, and pretty hot! Love imagining this...
Thank you @wolfman it’s always good to know I’ve helped someone enjoy the start to their day, and that my words can paint a scene as intended.
It’s great to be back, and this tale has much more to come, including the next hider to be stashed away
Have no fear there’s much more in store for his sister amongst others, from outfits to games, challenges to eventssome_wanderer wrote: ↑5 months ago Oh boy @Bandit666 ,
The way you describe how he's tying his teacher. Wish he did that more to his sister.
"Makes the adult section blush.", nice 4th wall breaking there.
A great continuation as always.
Thank you, I hope it will last for much longer this time
Thank you it’s good to be back and I am hoping to increase the fire of updates in the coming weeks and months for I have many ideas yet to explore.slackywacky wrote: ↑5 months ago Yes, I would like to see more frequent updates of this story, as it is one of my favorites, but we all know that dreams don't always come through. But even with a larger gap between chapters, it is always a pleasure to see writings coming from you. Your unique writing style is great, your fantasy is limitless and your characters are plentiful and beautiful.
Bottom line, welcome back with this chapter and hopefully you will have less real life issues, so you can write more.
It’s good to know you find my work worth waiting for, and I hope the wait won’t be so long this time,
Well I can give away no secrets, but let’s just say things might just get a lot hotter for a certain teacher in the updates and adventures to come.
I’m flattered to be worthy of the title Grand Master when place amongst those who wear the crown so well, but thank you most sincerely for your support and kind words about my efforts
The playfulness is far from over, nor the hotness either, so keep imagining and let’s see where our minds can take us
@Bandit666 Hoping you are doing well and anxiously awaiting another great addition to this adventure in the new year.
I am doing g well thank you just be incredibly busy, but there will be many more updates and additions to this tale in the coming months, so please bare with me as I’m hoping one such update will arrive in the not so distant future
Well I know you’ve all waited such a long time for an update and for that I humbly apologise, but sadly real life so often gets in the way of fun times. Though of course I hope you’ll all enjoy my efforts and be kind with any thoughts or comments you might leave. While in the meantime knowing I have the next two parts to edit so stay tuned for those in the coming few weeks.
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The games that we play.
Part 12.
It was with a huge smile upon my face, that I’d taken my leave of the securely bound and gagged Julie, as she remained helplessly tied to the poolside recliner, that skimpy little two tone red bikini straining to maintain even a modicum of dignity. Be it down entirely to the strict rope slipped between her legs, or the harness around her more that satisfying breasts, both of which I’d taken the time to caress and touch one last time, in ways I know you can picture, but I can’t possibly describe here and now. Or be it due to the way she’d deliberately been stretched out and placed purposefully on full display, mainly, I admit for my pleasure, my satisfaction, my boyish hormones.
Was with the same huge smile, that unable to resist the urge, I’d wandered back over towards the old stable block, come garage, not only to check on the expected, continued, helplessness of my sister, lashed tightly to the support beam, in just her delightfully revealing shiny black bikini. But also to wickedly tease and torment, trick by allowing her to imagine release was rapidly approaching, and treat by deliberately tugging on her crotch rope, by rather shamefully, and inappropriately caressing her body, not for my gratification but her playful humiliation.
“So it appears to me, it’s very much a case of two mischievous hiders down and merely one left to go, although I imagine this little challenge will be anything but easy for those seeking freedom”, I’d teased, when having had my fun, I finally arrived back at the utility room. My eyes gorging on the sight of the 4 remaining bikini clad beauties stood before me, my thoughts and plans suddenly altered by, not just the matching wardrobe malfunctions that displayed nice little protrusions in the bikini tops, but the goosebumps covering their delicious bodies, the slight shivers they seemed unable to control.
“Though I think, nows the time for a little location change, time for those tasked with locating their troublesome partners in helplessness to feel a warmer experience”, I’d commented, having realised the coldness within the utility room, gave me the perfect opportunity to correct my previous error, offered me the chance to get all three beautiful seekers bound, gagged and blindfolded, all be it quite simplistically, but effectively.
“But of course, you all know such luxuries come at a cost, as nothing comes for free, least of all your movements and options”, I’d added, grateful that mere minutes earlier, having decided to plan ahead, though admittedly not for this particular situation, but rather for the event that would occur once Megan had joined my sister and Julie in a state of serious restraint, I’d retrieved 3 sets of cold, effective steel handcuffs from our supplies, all of which had conveniently been placed on the small shelving unit next to the utility room door.
“Which is why these will come as no surprise, why I’m sure you know just exactly what is expected from yourselves”, I’d taunted while displaying the 3 set of cuffs, while handing one set of cuffs to Lucy in her sexy little black bikini that matched that of my sister, another set to Ellie, the girl I most longed to be alone with, in her metallic pink bikini, and lastly, though only because she stood the furthest away in her sensual white bikini, the final set to Katie.
“Now, now ladies, you know the rules, hands behind the back, and lock them tightly”, I’d chastise when, out of shear mischief, no doubt hoping for a little extra attention, a little increased punishment, as she loves a good spanking, Ellie had pretended to lock her wrists together in front
and not behind.
“See isn’t that much, much better”, I’d goaded having taken the suitably handcuffed trio of seekers from the utility room, whilst making sure I took the opportunity to step behind each one it turn, supposedly to check the security of their restraints. Though you won’t be surprised, I’m sure, should I admit, it was in reality simply an excuse to land a few well placed smacks to their bikini clad butts before giving them a quick stroke, caress and squeeze.
“Ah please don’t sulk, don’t pout my naughty little Megan, for I’ll be back to take care of you soon, real soon”, I’d mocked lightheartedly, when having stopping her from exiting the utility room along with the others, I’d closed the door once more, leaving her all alone in the chilled air.
But still, less than happy or impressed as she may have been from my comments, she knew herself, she’d need not fear being forgotten about, for I had no intention of depriving myself the chance to enjoy every possible second, when binding and gagging, when hiding and concealing, not to mention when caressing and touching.
“You know, I can’t help but think the time has arrived for a little more security, and these should do nicely”, I’d remarked having escorted my 3 bikini clad captives out of the main building, across the courtyard and into the much warmer confines of what passed as an on-site workshop, where our grandfather had kept all his, tools, parts, along side a couple of workbenches and substantial steel framed shelving units too.
“Well, I have to admit it’s always much better once you troublemakers are suitably detained. Wouldn’t you agree?” I’d asked, although they all knew it was a rhetorical question, as only I benefited from their new situation, only I could savour their new level of helplessness. For by the time I’d spoken once more, all three had their backs pressed against the unrelenting steel uprights of the shelving unit that ran almost the full length of the rear wall, ensuring they stood a good 4 feet apart, with their wrist and ankles locked in handcuffs, the short chains passed behind the supports.
“Though, for some reason I just can help but think there’s still a little something missing, a little something that’s guaranteed to leave you wondering what’s going happen next”, I’d suggested, though I wasn’t referring to the addition of a good gag in each of their mouths, as the time for that playful, and not overly unexpected humiliation, would come soon enough, would come when I could enjoy leaving them to wonder just what I’d placed in their mouths, just what felt so soft when in contrast to the multiple wraps of tape that would follow.
“Oh of course, I know what it is, silly me”, I’d scoffed, at their expense naturally, for I’d already reached into my pocked and produced three very nice, very soft, but most importantly, very effective sleep masks, that had, in all honesty been gathered from those pampering kits you get at Christmas. But at least two matched my little captives bikinis in colour, for one was black, another pink, though sadly the last one was, well navy blue.
“My, my don’t you all look so helpless and vulnerable now”, I’d ridiculed, having slipped the last mask in place, over the twinkling, mischievous, suggestive eyes of Ellie, who most certainly wasn’t perturbed by action, who was most certainly wanting a little more attention. And you won’t be surprised to hear that’s exactly what she got, though it’s safe to say, neither of us complained, for I will admit right now, there’s something delightful when you clamp your left hand over a girls mouth, just before she moans with pleasure as you right hand goes exploding. Not that I can divulged more details here, which means you’ll just have imagine what you’d do with the girl you seriously fancy when she’s helpless, vulnerable and wearing only a seriously skimpy metallic pink bikini.
“Really do you always have to make so much noise”, I’d declared, though only having taken a similar amount of advantage of both Lucy in her little black bikini and of course Katie in her white bikini, not that I can say more, yet again. But between you and me, if you promise not to say anything to the sensors and moderators, in the case of all three it involved a good amount of caressing and rubbing, over the top of their bikinis, if you get my drift.
“But not to worry, I know just how to take care of that”, I’d announced, even if, thanks once more to my lapse in judgment, by inability to truly plan ahead, what with those raging hormones and all the excitement of having Miss Vickers join us, I’d neglected to fetch the relevant pairs of panties and roll of tape.
“So if you promise not to go running off, I’ll be back shortly to remedy the problem”, I’d remarked, all be only after another quick bout of hand gagging and well you know what by now, and if you don’t, then where the hell have you been till now.
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The games that we play.
Part 12.
It was with a huge smile upon my face, that I’d taken my leave of the securely bound and gagged Julie, as she remained helplessly tied to the poolside recliner, that skimpy little two tone red bikini straining to maintain even a modicum of dignity. Be it down entirely to the strict rope slipped between her legs, or the harness around her more that satisfying breasts, both of which I’d taken the time to caress and touch one last time, in ways I know you can picture, but I can’t possibly describe here and now. Or be it due to the way she’d deliberately been stretched out and placed purposefully on full display, mainly, I admit for my pleasure, my satisfaction, my boyish hormones.
Was with the same huge smile, that unable to resist the urge, I’d wandered back over towards the old stable block, come garage, not only to check on the expected, continued, helplessness of my sister, lashed tightly to the support beam, in just her delightfully revealing shiny black bikini. But also to wickedly tease and torment, trick by allowing her to imagine release was rapidly approaching, and treat by deliberately tugging on her crotch rope, by rather shamefully, and inappropriately caressing her body, not for my gratification but her playful humiliation.
“So it appears to me, it’s very much a case of two mischievous hiders down and merely one left to go, although I imagine this little challenge will be anything but easy for those seeking freedom”, I’d teased, when having had my fun, I finally arrived back at the utility room. My eyes gorging on the sight of the 4 remaining bikini clad beauties stood before me, my thoughts and plans suddenly altered by, not just the matching wardrobe malfunctions that displayed nice little protrusions in the bikini tops, but the goosebumps covering their delicious bodies, the slight shivers they seemed unable to control.
“Though I think, nows the time for a little location change, time for those tasked with locating their troublesome partners in helplessness to feel a warmer experience”, I’d commented, having realised the coldness within the utility room, gave me the perfect opportunity to correct my previous error, offered me the chance to get all three beautiful seekers bound, gagged and blindfolded, all be it quite simplistically, but effectively.
“But of course, you all know such luxuries come at a cost, as nothing comes for free, least of all your movements and options”, I’d added, grateful that mere minutes earlier, having decided to plan ahead, though admittedly not for this particular situation, but rather for the event that would occur once Megan had joined my sister and Julie in a state of serious restraint, I’d retrieved 3 sets of cold, effective steel handcuffs from our supplies, all of which had conveniently been placed on the small shelving unit next to the utility room door.
“Which is why these will come as no surprise, why I’m sure you know just exactly what is expected from yourselves”, I’d taunted while displaying the 3 set of cuffs, while handing one set of cuffs to Lucy in her sexy little black bikini that matched that of my sister, another set to Ellie, the girl I most longed to be alone with, in her metallic pink bikini, and lastly, though only because she stood the furthest away in her sensual white bikini, the final set to Katie.
“Now, now ladies, you know the rules, hands behind the back, and lock them tightly”, I’d chastise when, out of shear mischief, no doubt hoping for a little extra attention, a little increased punishment, as she loves a good spanking, Ellie had pretended to lock her wrists together in front
and not behind.
“See isn’t that much, much better”, I’d goaded having taken the suitably handcuffed trio of seekers from the utility room, whilst making sure I took the opportunity to step behind each one it turn, supposedly to check the security of their restraints. Though you won’t be surprised, I’m sure, should I admit, it was in reality simply an excuse to land a few well placed smacks to their bikini clad butts before giving them a quick stroke, caress and squeeze.
“Ah please don’t sulk, don’t pout my naughty little Megan, for I’ll be back to take care of you soon, real soon”, I’d mocked lightheartedly, when having stopping her from exiting the utility room along with the others, I’d closed the door once more, leaving her all alone in the chilled air.
But still, less than happy or impressed as she may have been from my comments, she knew herself, she’d need not fear being forgotten about, for I had no intention of depriving myself the chance to enjoy every possible second, when binding and gagging, when hiding and concealing, not to mention when caressing and touching.
“You know, I can’t help but think the time has arrived for a little more security, and these should do nicely”, I’d remarked having escorted my 3 bikini clad captives out of the main building, across the courtyard and into the much warmer confines of what passed as an on-site workshop, where our grandfather had kept all his, tools, parts, along side a couple of workbenches and substantial steel framed shelving units too.
“Well, I have to admit it’s always much better once you troublemakers are suitably detained. Wouldn’t you agree?” I’d asked, although they all knew it was a rhetorical question, as only I benefited from their new situation, only I could savour their new level of helplessness. For by the time I’d spoken once more, all three had their backs pressed against the unrelenting steel uprights of the shelving unit that ran almost the full length of the rear wall, ensuring they stood a good 4 feet apart, with their wrist and ankles locked in handcuffs, the short chains passed behind the supports.
“Though, for some reason I just can help but think there’s still a little something missing, a little something that’s guaranteed to leave you wondering what’s going happen next”, I’d suggested, though I wasn’t referring to the addition of a good gag in each of their mouths, as the time for that playful, and not overly unexpected humiliation, would come soon enough, would come when I could enjoy leaving them to wonder just what I’d placed in their mouths, just what felt so soft when in contrast to the multiple wraps of tape that would follow.
“Oh of course, I know what it is, silly me”, I’d scoffed, at their expense naturally, for I’d already reached into my pocked and produced three very nice, very soft, but most importantly, very effective sleep masks, that had, in all honesty been gathered from those pampering kits you get at Christmas. But at least two matched my little captives bikinis in colour, for one was black, another pink, though sadly the last one was, well navy blue.
“My, my don’t you all look so helpless and vulnerable now”, I’d ridiculed, having slipped the last mask in place, over the twinkling, mischievous, suggestive eyes of Ellie, who most certainly wasn’t perturbed by action, who was most certainly wanting a little more attention. And you won’t be surprised to hear that’s exactly what she got, though it’s safe to say, neither of us complained, for I will admit right now, there’s something delightful when you clamp your left hand over a girls mouth, just before she moans with pleasure as you right hand goes exploding. Not that I can divulged more details here, which means you’ll just have imagine what you’d do with the girl you seriously fancy when she’s helpless, vulnerable and wearing only a seriously skimpy metallic pink bikini.
“Really do you always have to make so much noise”, I’d declared, though only having taken a similar amount of advantage of both Lucy in her little black bikini and of course Katie in her white bikini, not that I can say more, yet again. But between you and me, if you promise not to say anything to the sensors and moderators, in the case of all three it involved a good amount of caressing and rubbing, over the top of their bikinis, if you get my drift.
“But not to worry, I know just how to take care of that”, I’d announced, even if, thanks once more to my lapse in judgment, by inability to truly plan ahead, what with those raging hormones and all the excitement of having Miss Vickers join us, I’d neglected to fetch the relevant pairs of panties and roll of tape.
“So if you promise not to go running off, I’ll be back shortly to remedy the problem”, I’d remarked, all be only after another quick bout of hand gagging and well you know what by now, and if you don’t, then where the hell have you been till now.
Another most delightful addition - you have not lost your touch my friend - not in the slightest @Bandit666 !!
Thank you @Caesar73, it’s good to know I can still post a new addition that matches previous efforts 
Absents makes the heart grow fonder, @Bandit666. The wait was well worth the time for this gem. Well done.
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You sell yourself short. Everything you post builds on ehat came before, it is a gift. Great work
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Oh no, how could you?
It is not like the lovely ladies will go somewhere any time soon. So an easy action to remedy in this great story. Yes, we might have to wait for new chapters due to real life (a problem we all have as writers), but the wait is worth it. Another great addition to this story. Thank you.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
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Bandit666 has returned with another wonderful chapter 
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Another great chapter from @Bandit666
Best part is the sister never got ignored.
It's always the best part when it's just him and his sister.
Best part is the sister never got ignored.
It's always the best part when it's just him and his sister.
If your story has a little sister tied up by their brother,
I'll be there with comment and rating
I'll be there with comment and rating
nice continuation
Firstly I’d like to thank you all for your continued support and incredibly generous comments, they do as always help encourage me to work harder and harder on each and every update. So I hope you all know and understand how much an appreciate the time you spend reading my efforts and leaving your thoughts.
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Thank you wolfman and I’ll try nit to sell myself short in the future
It is not like the lovely ladies will go somewhere any time soon. So an easy action to remedy in this great story. Yes, we might have to wait for new chapters due to real life (a problem we all have as writers), but the wait is worth it. Another great addition to this story. Thank you.
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Well if I hadn’t where would the fun be
Though it’s me that should be saying thank you, not only for your comments but for all the effort you place in your tales.
I hope not to be absent half as much as has been the case of late my friend, and am of course delight to know you think my effort was a gem.
You sell yourself short. Everything you post builds on ehat came before, it is a gift. Great work
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Thank you wolfman and I’ll try nit to sell myself short in the future
Oh no, how could you?slackywacky wrote: ↑1 week ago [quote=Bandit666 post_id=177700 time=<a href="tel:1713805296">1713805296</a> user_id=1271]
I’d neglected to fetch the relevant pairs of panties and roll of tape.
It is not like the lovely ladies will go somewhere any time soon. So an easy action to remedy in this great story. Yes, we might have to wait for new chapters due to real life (a problem we all have as writers), but the wait is worth it. Another great addition to this story. Thank you.
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Well if I hadn’t where would the fun be
Though it’s me that should be saying thank you, not only for your comments but for all the effort you place in your tales.
I have indeed returned and there’ll be many more chapters to come so I hope you continue to find them wonderful
Even if there may at times be a little less action between brother and sister it’s always destined to happen so please stay tunedsome_wanderer wrote: ↑1 week ago Another great chapter from @Bandit666
Best part is the sister never got ignored.
It's always the best part when it's just him and his sister.
Thank you very much
Happy to see a new installment of this tale, and the fun's only just starting apparently.
And so here as promised, I present to you the next instalment of “The Games That We Play”, and as always I hope you will enjoy my humble offering and accept my appreciation for all the views and kind comments. When first I started I’d not really given any thought to where it would go or how it would play out. But now I’m pleased to say I have and know. So while there’s still plenty left of this, the second game of the tale, there’s far more to follow and new cast members to meet. Which is why I hope you’ll stay tuned, stay interested and continue your support
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The games that we play.
Part 13.
In near silence, with more than just a little reluctance, I’d slipped out of the old workshop. Leaving a certain trio of bikini clad beauties to wonder what I had in store for them next. To ponder when or even if I’d return to keep my promise. Though of course they needn’t have worried, after all how could I not reappear to enjoy their helplessness. Not only that first night, but also many days, evening and nights to follow. So I let them discuss what nefarious method I’d use to muffle their complaints and protests, or should I say the complaints and protests from Lucy and Katie. For I think it’s safe to say Ellie was a little too hot and bothered to utter much in the way of comment, but then that’s just as intended, was merely a sign of things to come.
“Knock, knock, guess who”, I’d taunted upon my return to the cold utility room, home of the beautiful Megan. Who, as the only girl left to play a role in our latest game, looked sensational clad in her shiny gold spandex bikini. That as I’m sure you can picture for yourselves, did little to disguise the small hard protrusions beneath, or the goosebumps that covered her body.
“Well you’re certainly not Jonny, for even he wasn’t this cruel, wicked or outright evil”, Megan replied making reference to what some might describe as the classic film ‘The Shining’. Though despite her cheeky response, her folded arms, which seemed to highlight her ample firm breasts all the more, and less than joyful demeanour. There was no mistaking how she constantly shivered and trembled, and it wasn’t out of fear or nervousness.
“That as maybe, but you should be grateful for small mercy’s my scornful little game player. As finally, not to mention luckily for you. I’m here to remove you from the cold. Have decided, despite your current less than appreciative demeanour, you still deserve, at the very least, the remotest chance of rescue”, I’d told her having stepped to one side so she could exit the scene of her incarceration. Though there was no mistaking where my eyes were looking, what was forming in my pants.
“Oh really. So pray tell, just what exactly will you do. If I bravely make a bid for freedom right here and right now?”, Megan foolishly mocked, blissfully unaware that had she not spoken so boldly. Had she not laid bare the possibility of a sudden attempt to become the one and only seeker. I would have merely escorted her to the scene of her entrapment.
“Well there’s an unlikely scenario if ever there was”, I’d retorted, whilst with the swiftness of a cheetah taking down its prey. I’d leapt forward and wrapped my left arm around her body, placing her in a vice like grip against my own. While with my free hand, reaching down, I’d landed a nice pair of stinging blows to her lovely firm, pert, butt before giving it a quick squeeze.
“Ouch you evil bully”, Megan squealed in response as she pushed hard against me. For no other reason, but it happened to be what she wanted. Though I’m sure she could already feel the bulge in my pants, but hey don’t you dare judge me. For your body would have behaved in same way if you’d been gripping, groping and spanking a beautiful bikini clad girl.
“Evil, me. Well if I’m evil then that must make you a brat”, I’d shot back not releasing my grip even though I knew it was all bravado on her part. For despite her procrastinations, just like the others. Who also liked played the innocence card, or claimed to be the ones that are being wronged and unfairly treat. She loved our little games, was almost certainly in her happy place when tied, gagged and experiencing, or should that be sampling a few other things I’ve hinted at often enough by now.
“And as you well know, I have a rather unique way of dealing with those who act like a brat”, I’d add while gently placing her wrists together behind her back. Not that she made any attempt to step back, or even put the slightest space between us.
But then, with that said, I’ve known for quite sometime Megan has a crush on me, and therefore would happily swap places with Ellie. Which is why, in all fairness, it had come as no surprise when she made no attempt to make what followed difficult to achieve, offered no resistance when the first coil of black rope began to snake its way around her wrists, while it found itself being weaved in the opposite direction to form a snug, secure, escape proof cinch.
“No stop you fiend, don’t you dare tie me further”, Megan had then exclaimed before gently biting her bottom lip. Though truthfully, as she knew well enough, that was a total pointless exercise. Which explains, just why she’d already squeezed her lower arms together in preparation for the inevitable second coil, had already thrust her breasts against my chest in the process. Allowing me to feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin gold spandex of her bikini top and my equally thin shirt.
“There, I think that should do nicely for now”, I’d commented when her elbows had been glued together by the second coil applied to her lower arms. Though naturally, I didn’t stop there, despite my words, my comment to the contrary. For once we’d both felt the pleasure of some hands on activities, that you can imagine for yourselves. There was the small issue the of a snug breast harness, and addition of a devilishly taught crotch rope that I was sure would prove to be entertaining and not just for Megan, hint, hint, wink, wink.
“You do know, we’re all well aware of just why you bind us in certain ways”, Megan stated following a few less than discreet gasps and fluttering eyelashes. Though not from actions for which I was responsible. For it was Megan herself and that made the sort of gently movements that pulled and twisted on the crotch rope she modelled so well. That had mysteriously found itself attached to her securely bound wrists.
“I should hope so after all if you didn’t it would be such a waste”, I’d replied with what could best be described as a mischievous grin upon my face and unmistakable twinkle in my eyes. And yet I’m sure even before she spoke, Megan knew fine well I’d have a comeback for anything she had to say, or claims she wished to make.
“But then I think it’s safe to say, that when all is said and done, you’d make the same comment about the use of these extra curricular items”, I’d then added producing a pair of Katie’s bright yellow satin panties from my pocket and the same black PVC tape that had been utilised on my sister and Miss Vickers.
“Oh you’re just so mean”, Megan exclaimed, her face suddenly becoming flushed red. But before you worry that it was one step too far for Megan. Let me put your minds at rest, as it had nothing to do with uncontrollable discomfort, nor fear of the inevitable. For in truth, just like the others, she liked the added humiliation of being gagged by a pair of her friends panties, loved the concept of being so dominated she had no choice, longed to be caught in such a compromising situation.
“So are you doing to do this the easy way and walk to you hiding place, or the hard way and be carried over my shoulder. Experiencing the regulation firm hard smacks to you butt with every step”, I’d asked once, without any form of resistance Katie’s yellow sensual panties had been slipped in her mouth and held in place by multiple wraps of the black tape.
“Ah the hard way, how delightful, for me at least”, I’d commented when Megan stiffened and refused to move, though I wasn’t surprised. As save my own little sister, also known as the mega brat, she most definitely likes the feeling of a good spanking more than most.
Which is why, in all fairness, once I’d hoisted her over my shoulder, instead of walking directly to the planned scene of her captivity, in other words, the warmest room of all, the sauna. We’d taken a detour around the courtyard, twice, her lovely soft, but firm butt, ending up the most delightful shade of red in the process. Her yelps and moans, for let’s just say my hands did a little more than just land blow after blow. Use your imagination and you’ll get the idea. Filling the air as we went.
“ I think this shall do nicely”, I’d informed having placed her upon the hard wooden bench, convinced, what with her red glowing butt, she’d feel a little added discomfort, a little fluttering of excitement. As I know such a feeling gets her rather revved up, seems to get her almost as hot and steamy as my choice of venue.
“There now, that’s just perfect, wouldn’t you agree? I’d asked, once Megan’s ankles had been crossed and bound with black rope. After her fine toned legs had been lashed together just above and below the knees with yet more of coils.
“I bet your nice and comfy now”, I’d mocked having pulled her legs back using one final length of black rope, having placing her in a seriously secure, almost strenuous hogtie. Though as expected she’d offered no resistance, had in fact strained to get her heels as close to her butt as possible, much to my delight.
“Well I guess that’s it, though I’m sure your rescuer will arrive, eventually”, I’d teased, after finishing her state of helplessness and uncertainty with the addition of a well placed and suitably tied off sleep mask, of the red satin variety.
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The games that we play.
Part 13.
In near silence, with more than just a little reluctance, I’d slipped out of the old workshop. Leaving a certain trio of bikini clad beauties to wonder what I had in store for them next. To ponder when or even if I’d return to keep my promise. Though of course they needn’t have worried, after all how could I not reappear to enjoy their helplessness. Not only that first night, but also many days, evening and nights to follow. So I let them discuss what nefarious method I’d use to muffle their complaints and protests, or should I say the complaints and protests from Lucy and Katie. For I think it’s safe to say Ellie was a little too hot and bothered to utter much in the way of comment, but then that’s just as intended, was merely a sign of things to come.
“Knock, knock, guess who”, I’d taunted upon my return to the cold utility room, home of the beautiful Megan. Who, as the only girl left to play a role in our latest game, looked sensational clad in her shiny gold spandex bikini. That as I’m sure you can picture for yourselves, did little to disguise the small hard protrusions beneath, or the goosebumps that covered her body.
“Well you’re certainly not Jonny, for even he wasn’t this cruel, wicked or outright evil”, Megan replied making reference to what some might describe as the classic film ‘The Shining’. Though despite her cheeky response, her folded arms, which seemed to highlight her ample firm breasts all the more, and less than joyful demeanour. There was no mistaking how she constantly shivered and trembled, and it wasn’t out of fear or nervousness.
“That as maybe, but you should be grateful for small mercy’s my scornful little game player. As finally, not to mention luckily for you. I’m here to remove you from the cold. Have decided, despite your current less than appreciative demeanour, you still deserve, at the very least, the remotest chance of rescue”, I’d told her having stepped to one side so she could exit the scene of her incarceration. Though there was no mistaking where my eyes were looking, what was forming in my pants.
“Oh really. So pray tell, just what exactly will you do. If I bravely make a bid for freedom right here and right now?”, Megan foolishly mocked, blissfully unaware that had she not spoken so boldly. Had she not laid bare the possibility of a sudden attempt to become the one and only seeker. I would have merely escorted her to the scene of her entrapment.
“Well there’s an unlikely scenario if ever there was”, I’d retorted, whilst with the swiftness of a cheetah taking down its prey. I’d leapt forward and wrapped my left arm around her body, placing her in a vice like grip against my own. While with my free hand, reaching down, I’d landed a nice pair of stinging blows to her lovely firm, pert, butt before giving it a quick squeeze.
“Ouch you evil bully”, Megan squealed in response as she pushed hard against me. For no other reason, but it happened to be what she wanted. Though I’m sure she could already feel the bulge in my pants, but hey don’t you dare judge me. For your body would have behaved in same way if you’d been gripping, groping and spanking a beautiful bikini clad girl.
“Evil, me. Well if I’m evil then that must make you a brat”, I’d shot back not releasing my grip even though I knew it was all bravado on her part. For despite her procrastinations, just like the others. Who also liked played the innocence card, or claimed to be the ones that are being wronged and unfairly treat. She loved our little games, was almost certainly in her happy place when tied, gagged and experiencing, or should that be sampling a few other things I’ve hinted at often enough by now.
“And as you well know, I have a rather unique way of dealing with those who act like a brat”, I’d add while gently placing her wrists together behind her back. Not that she made any attempt to step back, or even put the slightest space between us.
But then, with that said, I’ve known for quite sometime Megan has a crush on me, and therefore would happily swap places with Ellie. Which is why, in all fairness, it had come as no surprise when she made no attempt to make what followed difficult to achieve, offered no resistance when the first coil of black rope began to snake its way around her wrists, while it found itself being weaved in the opposite direction to form a snug, secure, escape proof cinch.
“No stop you fiend, don’t you dare tie me further”, Megan had then exclaimed before gently biting her bottom lip. Though truthfully, as she knew well enough, that was a total pointless exercise. Which explains, just why she’d already squeezed her lower arms together in preparation for the inevitable second coil, had already thrust her breasts against my chest in the process. Allowing me to feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin gold spandex of her bikini top and my equally thin shirt.
“There, I think that should do nicely for now”, I’d commented when her elbows had been glued together by the second coil applied to her lower arms. Though naturally, I didn’t stop there, despite my words, my comment to the contrary. For once we’d both felt the pleasure of some hands on activities, that you can imagine for yourselves. There was the small issue the of a snug breast harness, and addition of a devilishly taught crotch rope that I was sure would prove to be entertaining and not just for Megan, hint, hint, wink, wink.
“You do know, we’re all well aware of just why you bind us in certain ways”, Megan stated following a few less than discreet gasps and fluttering eyelashes. Though not from actions for which I was responsible. For it was Megan herself and that made the sort of gently movements that pulled and twisted on the crotch rope she modelled so well. That had mysteriously found itself attached to her securely bound wrists.
“I should hope so after all if you didn’t it would be such a waste”, I’d replied with what could best be described as a mischievous grin upon my face and unmistakable twinkle in my eyes. And yet I’m sure even before she spoke, Megan knew fine well I’d have a comeback for anything she had to say, or claims she wished to make.
“But then I think it’s safe to say, that when all is said and done, you’d make the same comment about the use of these extra curricular items”, I’d then added producing a pair of Katie’s bright yellow satin panties from my pocket and the same black PVC tape that had been utilised on my sister and Miss Vickers.
“Oh you’re just so mean”, Megan exclaimed, her face suddenly becoming flushed red. But before you worry that it was one step too far for Megan. Let me put your minds at rest, as it had nothing to do with uncontrollable discomfort, nor fear of the inevitable. For in truth, just like the others, she liked the added humiliation of being gagged by a pair of her friends panties, loved the concept of being so dominated she had no choice, longed to be caught in such a compromising situation.
“So are you doing to do this the easy way and walk to you hiding place, or the hard way and be carried over my shoulder. Experiencing the regulation firm hard smacks to you butt with every step”, I’d asked once, without any form of resistance Katie’s yellow sensual panties had been slipped in her mouth and held in place by multiple wraps of the black tape.
“Ah the hard way, how delightful, for me at least”, I’d commented when Megan stiffened and refused to move, though I wasn’t surprised. As save my own little sister, also known as the mega brat, she most definitely likes the feeling of a good spanking more than most.
Which is why, in all fairness, once I’d hoisted her over my shoulder, instead of walking directly to the planned scene of her captivity, in other words, the warmest room of all, the sauna. We’d taken a detour around the courtyard, twice, her lovely soft, but firm butt, ending up the most delightful shade of red in the process. Her yelps and moans, for let’s just say my hands did a little more than just land blow after blow. Use your imagination and you’ll get the idea. Filling the air as we went.
“ I think this shall do nicely”, I’d informed having placed her upon the hard wooden bench, convinced, what with her red glowing butt, she’d feel a little added discomfort, a little fluttering of excitement. As I know such a feeling gets her rather revved up, seems to get her almost as hot and steamy as my choice of venue.
“There now, that’s just perfect, wouldn’t you agree? I’d asked, once Megan’s ankles had been crossed and bound with black rope. After her fine toned legs had been lashed together just above and below the knees with yet more of coils.
“I bet your nice and comfy now”, I’d mocked having pulled her legs back using one final length of black rope, having placing her in a seriously secure, almost strenuous hogtie. Though as expected she’d offered no resistance, had in fact strained to get her heels as close to her butt as possible, much to my delight.
“Well I guess that’s it, though I’m sure your rescuer will arrive, eventually”, I’d teased, after finishing her state of helplessness and uncertainty with the addition of a well placed and suitably tied off sleep mask, of the red satin variety.
Hot and steamy it was - and there is nothing wrong with a good spanking Well earned in this case. Very well done @Bandit666 - as always.
Well earned in this case. Very well done @Bandit666 - as always.Thank you @Caesar73 it was and will remain my intention to keep this tale within the realms of PG, while also including just enough to make it hot and steamy