Rope Practice With Brad and Diane: Complete! (m/fF)
Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2019 2:16 pm
[mention]Mask6185[/mention] requested a story about a Boy Scout who practiced his knots on a friend and her mother; my husband Don has been working on the story. Here's Chapter One (Then scroll down for Chapter Two!)
No, it's not the Brad and Diane from that song, lol!
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Brad Dew, 16, really enjoyed being in Boy Scouts. One thing he couldn't get the hang of was tying knots. He knew his friend, Diane Green, 16, could. Thus, he was visiting Diane one day at her house, to practice tying knots.
While Brad was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, Diane was wearing a flowery yellow short sleeved blouse (which went well with her short, curly blond hair), cut off jeans, and ankle socks. Diane's mother, 35 year old Stacy, was in her own bedroom, re-arranging her closet.
Brad and Diane were in the living room.
"Okay," Diane said, "What we haven't tried is the half hitch, or the diagonal lashing, because the things we have to use to tie them with aren't working. SOOO...." She handed him a piece of rope. "Try tying my wrists together with this," she said, handing him a piece of rope, then crossing her wrists in front of her.
Brad reluctantly took the rope. "Okay, sure. If you're sure." Diane nodded her head. "Go ahead and try."
Brad wrapped the rope around Diane's wrists, and tied it off. "You're kidding, right?," Diane asked. Brad moved his head quizzically. Looking straight at him, not her bound hands, Diane easily slid her right hand out of the ropes, and let them fall off the left hand, catching them with the right.
Brad looked at the rope. "I'm not gonna get this, am I," he said glumly. "Sure you will," Diane replied. You just have to practice. Watch." Diane tried wrapping the rope around one of her wrists, but couldn't tie it with just one hand. "I can't show you on myself, I'm gonna have to tie you, and you can watch."
"No way, nope," said Brad. "Getting tied up doesn't work for me, I can't do that. I can tie you, but getting tied myself...no, can't do it."
"Well,we're gonna need help," she said. "Hold on." Diane stood up, and walked away, towards the hallway.
"What are you doing?," Brad asked. "Getting help,", she replied.
Diane walked down the hall, and knocked on her mother's bedroom door. "Come in", she heard her mother's voice. Diane entered, and saw her mother, Stacy, finishing hanging a blouse in her closet. Stacy, with long, dark hair that went past her shoulders, was wearing a black blouse, just a bit small, and therefore showing off her figure. She also had on a knee-length red skirt, black pantyhose, and black heels. "Guess Dad's taking her out tonight", Diane thought to herself.
"Everything okay, honey?," Stacy asked.
"Yeah, fine, except Brad is having trouble learning a couple of knots. I tried showing but...I can't show him on myself. And he's squeamish about my trying to show him on himself."
Stacy closed the door on her closet. "I suppose I can help, then. But we're not doing this very long. This isn't quite how you said you were going to help him."
Diane and her mother walked back to the living room.
"Having problems with your rope tying?," Stacy asked.
"Yeah. I mean, yes, Mrs. Green. I know some, but I'm having trouble with a couple."
"And you tried tying Diane, correct?"
"No! I mean, well, yes, sorta. Just to try and figure out the knots, really." Stacy nodded. "Don't worry, I understand. And I can see how tying up someone could help. But you need to watch someone get tied first. "
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"So,", Stacy said, Diane's going to show you how to tie those knots by demonstrating on me."
"Ohhh", Brad said quietly. Stacy began to wonder if she should change clothes...her blouse, skirt, hose and high heels might very well be distracting for Brad, who was supposed to be paying attention to knots...not Stacy being tied up.
"I kinda thought, " Diane said, her arms folded, "that you were going to tie me up."
"No," Stacy said, "this is going to be strange enough. Brad, yes, Diane's going to tie me, and so are you. But understand, this is not something I want to hear you've been bragging about in school. I'm not really keen on this idea, but want you to get as much out of Scouting as you can. So pay attention, and keep all this to yourself."
"Yes, ma'am", Brad said.
"All right then", Stacy said. She picked up a piece of rope, and handed it to her daughter. "Tie my hands." Stacy turned around, and crossed her wrists behind her back. Brad wondered why she didn't just have Diane tie them in front of her? "That's interesting", he thought to himself. He watched as Diane tied her mother's wrists, and realized she really didn't need to tie them as tight as she did. What's more, Mrs. Green didn't protest.
"Okay, Mom, all done," Diane said. Stacy tugged at the ropes. "Good job, dear. Brad, do you think you can do this?"
Brad nodded.
"Good. Now, you untie my hands, pay attention to where the rope sits, and then tie my hands yourself."
"Um, sure, if you're sure it's okay."
Stacy sighed. "It's a little unusual, yes, but go ahead. You have my permission."
Brad quickly untied Stacy's hands, then started to retie them. "You'll have to tie me tighter than that, Brad, Stacy said. " Don't worry, I won't break."
Brad began tying tighter, hoping he wasn't hurting Stacy. Diane seemed a little concerned too, asking her mother "He's not tying you too tight, is he?" Stacy shook her head. "I'm fine, dear" she replied.
Brad finished tying Stacy's hands. "So, what do you think?," he asked Diane. She looked at her mother's hands, and checked the rope. "Not bad, pretty good. Maybe you should try again, though."
"Not my hands, though," Stacy said. "He can tie something else, but leave my hands alone. Constantly tying and untying them is a little rough."
Stacy sat down, with Diane sitting on her left, and Brad on her right. "How about your arms, can we do that?," Diane asked. Stacy looked at her. "It sounds like you plan for me to be completely tied up!" Stacy sighed. "I suppose it'll be all right. " She then looked at Brad. "I hoe you're learning something!" Brad nodded. "I am, really," he said.
"Good. Go watch Diane tie my arms," Stacy said. Brad stood up, walked over to Diane, and sat down on the floor. "Okay, watch carefully," Diane said. She took a piece of rope, and tied it to her mother's right arm. Stacy leaned over a bit, making it a little easier for Diane to wrap the rope around her upper arms. Neither of them said anything as Diane finished tying Stacy's upper limbs. Brad wondered, given how Stacy automatically leaned forward when Diane tied her arms, if they've done this before. "Nah," he thought to himself. "Ridiculous." Besides, he silently noted, those ropes. just above Stacy's breasts, were really showing off her busty figure. The white ropes against the black blouse really made the sight erotic.
Brad silently chided himself for thinking that about his friend's mother. "Concentrate on the knots", he told himself, as Stacy struggled a bit, testing the new ropes. "I guess it's your turn now. Get up here," Stacy said.
Brad stood up, and sat by Stacy, where he was sitting just moments before. He picked up a piece of rope, and began to tie it on Stacy's left arm, at the elbow. As he wrapped it around her, he realized the ropes would be just below her breasts. He wondered if he should take it off, and retie it a little lower. "You need to tie it tighter," Stacy said, breaking his train of thought. "Sorry," he mumbled. He did as asked, and pulled the rope much tighter, and did, indeed, tie it off.
Stacy tested the ropes now binding her. "You both did a good job," she said. She turned to Brad. "Do you think you have the hang of this now?," she asked. Brad nodded. I think I do, thanks. This was really cool of you, Mrs. Green."
"It was cool of you, Mom," agreed Diane, "but he's still gonna need more practice. Maybe he could finish tying you?"
"I think I have this down," Brad said.
Stacy looked at him. "Maybe. But since you've come this far, you might as well finish tying me up." She looked at her untied legs. "Give him the rest of the rope," she told Diane. "Let him finish tying me.. You don't need to show him again."
Diane tossed Brad the remaining ropes. "Here ya go," she said.
"Should I tie your legs or feet first?," he asked.
"Legs first, please," Stacy said. "Just above and just below the knees." Brad lined up the ends of a long piece of rope and began to move it under Stacy's legs. Stacy slightly raised her legs; Brad reached over them, took the ends of the rope in his other hand, then moved them above Stacy's legs. He then put the two ends of the rope through the loop at the middle, tightening it, bringing Stacy's legs together. Then he wrapped the rope around her legs, and tied it off near the loop.
Stacy tested the new binding. It was secure. "Pretty good job. What do you think, Diane?," she asked, turning towards her daughter. Diane stood up, and moved to her mother's other side. "Yeah, I think he gets it now."
"I think I should practice a little more," Brad said to both of them.
"Oh....well.." Diane looked to her mother, not knowing how to respond, or if she even should.
"If you think you still need practice, go ahead and finish," Stacy said, leaning back a little, and moving her legs forward a bit, giving Brad room to bind her lower legs.
"All right. Cool. Thanks," he said. He picked up another long rope, and tied Stacy's legs just below the knees. same as before. He tied them tight, and tied the rope off at the same place he did for the rope tying Stacy's thighs. He looked at her for a reaction. Her expression was blank, "Keep going," she said.
Brad sat on the floor, and began to tie Stacy's ankles. He tied them the same way he tied her legs, and tied them a little tighter.
"I think that's pretty good," he said.
"It look really tight, Brad," Diane frowned, looking at her mother's bound ankles. Diane looked at Stacy. "If that too tight? You want to be untied?"
Stacy shook her head. "Let me try and get loose." Brad and Diane both watched as Stacy struggled against her ropes. Brad hoped, and hoped hard, neither of the women realized he was enjoying the sight of Diane's mom, in her black blouse, red skirt, black stockings and black high heels, fighting the ropes that bound her arms and legs. He maintained a serious look, and tried to concentrate his gaze on the knots, not on Stacy's figure. He didn't always succeed. Fortunately, Stacy was too busy struggling to notice, and Diane was, in fact, concentrating on the knots.
"Well," she said, "Looks like I'm stuck, until you release me." She continued to struggle. "Just like the damsel in distress in those old movies, who were bound and gagged by the villain." Diane giggled. "Except you're not gagged, and Brad is a Boy Scout, the good guy."
"What if I did gag you?," asked Brad. I mean..." Brad stopped mid-sentence, as Stacy was now looking at him in shock, and Diane was looking at him as if he was insane.
"What does gagging her have to do with knots?," asked Diane. It was more of a statement than a question.
"Nothing. Just an idea, sorry. Here, I'll untie you." Brad and Diane sat on opposite sides of Stacy, and was about to start untying her when Stacy stopped them.
"Wait, I still want to see if I can make any headway with this on my own, "she said. She looked at Diane. "It's okay if he wants to gag me. It won't help with his knots, but if you want the whole damsel effect, I think I should be gagged.
"Ah, are you sure about this?," asked Brad. He really did want to gag her, but he also didn't want to get Diane angry with him.
"I'm sure," Stacy replied. She tuned to Diane. "Honey, go get some scarves from the closet, please."
Diane stood up, and walked to the closet. "Ooookay, if you're really sure."
Stacy and Brad watched as Diane retrieved several scarves from the closet near the front door. Stacy noticed Brad's intent look on her daughter. She understood he was imagining her tied, in the blouse, cut off jeans and ankles socks she was wearing. The idea of Diane being tied up didn't bother her, but she thought an outfit other than Diane's blouse, shorts and ankle socks would be better.
Diane returned with several scarves. and held them out for her mother.
"The red goes with my skirt, so I can be gagged with that, Stacy said. "He can use the white, green, and the other white one for stuffing."
"Stuffing?," Brad asked, confused.
"it goes in the mouth first," Stacy said. "It doesn't totally silence anyone, but it's better than nothing. Just wrapping cloth over someone's mouth looks good in movies, but in real life, it doesn't do anything."
"All these scarves, huh, " Diane said. Stacey nodded. "Roll up two of them, put them in the third, then bundle them up. Tie the four corners of the third scarf, like it's a pouch."
Diane did as she was told.
"Now, after I'm gagged, I want fifteen minutes to try and get free," Stacy told the teens.
"Okay. Sure, Mom," said Diane.
"Fifteen minutes. You'll need more time, I bet," offered Brad, who checked his watch.
"Brad, do you think you need any more practice?," Stacy asked, in a probing manner.
"I dunno. Maybe. Do you think I should tie you again, after we untie you?," Brad asked, then quickly adding "Or you get free?"
"You're already tied really tight, Mom," added Diane. "Maybe another time?"
"I wasn't thinking about me, dear," said Stacy. "I was going to suggest if you both think he needs a little more practice, he might practice on you. If you're fine with it, of course. It's totally your choice."
"Oh," said Diane, straightening up a bit. Well, yeah, sure. Cool. We'll need more rope. And a gag?" She looked at Brad. "Do you want to use a gag?"
Brad tried to say something, but couldn't. Stacy could see he was imagining Diane bound and gagged. She knew if she didn't say something right away things were going to get awkward.
"You can decide on that after you're tied," said Stacy. "But first, you need to change clothes."
Stacy could see the disappointment in Brad's eyes. Diane nodded. "Longer pants?" she asked.
"I was thinking one of your leotards and a pair of tights. You don't need rope marks all over your body," Stacy replied. She looked at her own arms. "I'm certainly going to have them."
"Yeah, you are. Sorry." Diane looked and felt guilty about her mother's impending rope marks. Brad also looked as if he had regrets.
"Go ahead and change, and don't worry about me," Stacy smiled.
"All right, I'll be right back," Diane said, spinning around in on her sock-clad heel. As she walked towards her room, Stacy watched, waiting for her to close the door behind her. She noticed Brad watching too, for other reasons.
As soon as Diane her bedroom door, Stacy turned her attention to Brad. "I hope all this is going to help with your Scout knots," she said. Brad turned towards her, again trying not to show that he liked seeing Stacy tied up. "What do you mean?," he asked. "OH!" He remembered the reason Stacy let herself be bound, and was now going to allow the same for Diane. "Yes, the knots. For Scouts. Yes, this is really helpful, thank you," he said quickly.
"Good", said Stacy. "I'm going to let you tie up Diane, but that's all. You can tie her up in her bedroom, but having her bound and gagged is it. And if you do anything, trust me, I'll know."
Brad nodded in agreement, unsure if he should say anything.
"All right, go ahead and gag me," Stacy said. She opened her mouth, and Brad gently pushed the bundled scarves in. "That okay?," he asked. Stacy nodded her head.
Brad wrapped the red scarf around Stacy's head, tightening it off behind her. "Too tight?," he asked Stacy. She shook her head.
Even though he hadn't added any more ropes, Stacy began to struggle against her bonds. Brad took a couple steps back, and watched. Once more, he tried to focus his attention on the knots, but more and more found himself just watching Stacy struggle best she could. She kept moving from side to side, her arms testing the ropes that bound them. She raised and lowered her tied legs. She leaned forward and back.
And she made noises through her gag. "Mmmmph" and "uggg", with no intelligible words. Brad wondered if she was even trying. He found he didn't really care, she looked great bound and gagged.
As Stacy continued to fight the ropes binding her, and Brad continued to watch, Diane walked back in the living room, unnoticed. It was clear to her that her mother was enjoying trying to get free, even though she really had no hope of doing so. Brad certainly didn't mind watching.
Diane made a fake cough . Stacy stopped struggling, and looked at her.
Brad didn't realize Diane was behind him.
Stacy shook her head, and looking at Brad, darted her eyes over to one side. He realized she was trying to get him to look behind his back. He did so, and saw Diane, decked out in a black leotard, which showed off her own busty figure, and black tights. She had no footwear.
Diane had her arms folded in front of her, with a look of slight annoyance on her face. "Hi," she said to Brad. "I'm Diane. Remember me?" Brad stammered a bit, not sure what to say. Diane hid her amusement well, turning her attention, and therefore Brad's, to her mother.
"You want to be untied? Because you're REALLY tied pretty tight."
Stacy shook her head. "Uck elk ee uu ee oor" she said through her gag.
Brad and Diane looked at each other and back at Stacy. " ELLLK EEE UUU EEE OOOR" she repeated, nodding to the floor. "The floor," Diane said, understanding. She wants us to help her to the floor. " Stacy nodded to confirm. Diane and Brad walked to opposite sides of Stacy, and helped her up, helped her turn around, and sat her down on the floor. Stacy immediately rolled over on her stomach, and raised her bound legs behind her.
"Oooh, I get it," said Diane. She sat down near her mother and looked at Brad. "Get another rope, and sit over there," she said, motioning to the floor on the other side of Stacy.
Brad, understanding, picked up a piece of rope a little longer than what was used to bind Stacy's wrists and ankles, but not as long as what was tied around her chest and torso. He sat down by Stacy's legs, opposite from Diane.
Brad began to tie one end around the rope binding Stacy's ankles, but Diane shook her head. "that's not what we were practicing," she said. Brad, thought a moment, lined up the ends of the rope, and slid them between Stacy's ankles, just below the rope that bound them.
He looked at Stacy. "Um, is it okay if I take your shoes off? I think it'll work better." Stacy nodded in agreement; Brad pulled off one of her high heels, then the other. With Diane looking on, Brad wrapped the two ends of the rope above the rope tying Stacy's ankles, and through the loop under them. He pulled the rope tight, then began slide the ends of the rope under Stacy's bound hands.
Again, Diane stopped him. "Tie it to the rope tying her arms. Her upper arms. That way there won't be so much pressure on her wrists. 'Wonder how she knew that', Brad thought, as he slid the rope under the rope that tied Stacy's arms above her breasts. He pulled the rope so Stacy's legs were bent at the knees, with her feet straight up.
"Pull it tighter", Diane suggested. Brad looked at Stacy, who again just nodded in agreement. He did so, pulling her legs so they were just slightly over her back. He then tied the ropes off.
Brad stood up, as did Diane. They both looked at Stacy, who now began to struggle again, though she couldn't move much at all. She mumbled something unintelligible while looking at the teenagers, then just struggled some more, while looking away.
"We'll be back to check on ya", Diane said to Stacy, then correcting herself. "Well, Brad will." She took Brad by the hand--which surprised him--and led him down the hall. "C'mon," she said.
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To Be Continued... Scroll down for Chapter Two!
No, it's not the Brad and Diane from that song, lol!
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Brad Dew, 16, really enjoyed being in Boy Scouts. One thing he couldn't get the hang of was tying knots. He knew his friend, Diane Green, 16, could. Thus, he was visiting Diane one day at her house, to practice tying knots.
While Brad was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, Diane was wearing a flowery yellow short sleeved blouse (which went well with her short, curly blond hair), cut off jeans, and ankle socks. Diane's mother, 35 year old Stacy, was in her own bedroom, re-arranging her closet.
Brad and Diane were in the living room.
"Okay," Diane said, "What we haven't tried is the half hitch, or the diagonal lashing, because the things we have to use to tie them with aren't working. SOOO...." She handed him a piece of rope. "Try tying my wrists together with this," she said, handing him a piece of rope, then crossing her wrists in front of her.
Brad reluctantly took the rope. "Okay, sure. If you're sure." Diane nodded her head. "Go ahead and try."
Brad wrapped the rope around Diane's wrists, and tied it off. "You're kidding, right?," Diane asked. Brad moved his head quizzically. Looking straight at him, not her bound hands, Diane easily slid her right hand out of the ropes, and let them fall off the left hand, catching them with the right.
Brad looked at the rope. "I'm not gonna get this, am I," he said glumly. "Sure you will," Diane replied. You just have to practice. Watch." Diane tried wrapping the rope around one of her wrists, but couldn't tie it with just one hand. "I can't show you on myself, I'm gonna have to tie you, and you can watch."
"No way, nope," said Brad. "Getting tied up doesn't work for me, I can't do that. I can tie you, but getting tied myself...no, can't do it."
"Well,we're gonna need help," she said. "Hold on." Diane stood up, and walked away, towards the hallway.
"What are you doing?," Brad asked. "Getting help,", she replied.
Diane walked down the hall, and knocked on her mother's bedroom door. "Come in", she heard her mother's voice. Diane entered, and saw her mother, Stacy, finishing hanging a blouse in her closet. Stacy, with long, dark hair that went past her shoulders, was wearing a black blouse, just a bit small, and therefore showing off her figure. She also had on a knee-length red skirt, black pantyhose, and black heels. "Guess Dad's taking her out tonight", Diane thought to herself.
"Everything okay, honey?," Stacy asked.
"Yeah, fine, except Brad is having trouble learning a couple of knots. I tried showing but...I can't show him on myself. And he's squeamish about my trying to show him on himself."
Stacy closed the door on her closet. "I suppose I can help, then. But we're not doing this very long. This isn't quite how you said you were going to help him."
Diane and her mother walked back to the living room.
"Having problems with your rope tying?," Stacy asked.
"Yeah. I mean, yes, Mrs. Green. I know some, but I'm having trouble with a couple."
"And you tried tying Diane, correct?"
"No! I mean, well, yes, sorta. Just to try and figure out the knots, really." Stacy nodded. "Don't worry, I understand. And I can see how tying up someone could help. But you need to watch someone get tied first. "
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"So,", Stacy said, Diane's going to show you how to tie those knots by demonstrating on me."
"Ohhh", Brad said quietly. Stacy began to wonder if she should change clothes...her blouse, skirt, hose and high heels might very well be distracting for Brad, who was supposed to be paying attention to knots...not Stacy being tied up.
"I kinda thought, " Diane said, her arms folded, "that you were going to tie me up."
"No," Stacy said, "this is going to be strange enough. Brad, yes, Diane's going to tie me, and so are you. But understand, this is not something I want to hear you've been bragging about in school. I'm not really keen on this idea, but want you to get as much out of Scouting as you can. So pay attention, and keep all this to yourself."
"Yes, ma'am", Brad said.
"All right then", Stacy said. She picked up a piece of rope, and handed it to her daughter. "Tie my hands." Stacy turned around, and crossed her wrists behind her back. Brad wondered why she didn't just have Diane tie them in front of her? "That's interesting", he thought to himself. He watched as Diane tied her mother's wrists, and realized she really didn't need to tie them as tight as she did. What's more, Mrs. Green didn't protest.
"Okay, Mom, all done," Diane said. Stacy tugged at the ropes. "Good job, dear. Brad, do you think you can do this?"
Brad nodded.
"Good. Now, you untie my hands, pay attention to where the rope sits, and then tie my hands yourself."
"Um, sure, if you're sure it's okay."
Stacy sighed. "It's a little unusual, yes, but go ahead. You have my permission."
Brad quickly untied Stacy's hands, then started to retie them. "You'll have to tie me tighter than that, Brad, Stacy said. " Don't worry, I won't break."
Brad began tying tighter, hoping he wasn't hurting Stacy. Diane seemed a little concerned too, asking her mother "He's not tying you too tight, is he?" Stacy shook her head. "I'm fine, dear" she replied.
Brad finished tying Stacy's hands. "So, what do you think?," he asked Diane. She looked at her mother's hands, and checked the rope. "Not bad, pretty good. Maybe you should try again, though."
"Not my hands, though," Stacy said. "He can tie something else, but leave my hands alone. Constantly tying and untying them is a little rough."
Stacy sat down, with Diane sitting on her left, and Brad on her right. "How about your arms, can we do that?," Diane asked. Stacy looked at her. "It sounds like you plan for me to be completely tied up!" Stacy sighed. "I suppose it'll be all right. " She then looked at Brad. "I hoe you're learning something!" Brad nodded. "I am, really," he said.
"Good. Go watch Diane tie my arms," Stacy said. Brad stood up, walked over to Diane, and sat down on the floor. "Okay, watch carefully," Diane said. She took a piece of rope, and tied it to her mother's right arm. Stacy leaned over a bit, making it a little easier for Diane to wrap the rope around her upper arms. Neither of them said anything as Diane finished tying Stacy's upper limbs. Brad wondered, given how Stacy automatically leaned forward when Diane tied her arms, if they've done this before. "Nah," he thought to himself. "Ridiculous." Besides, he silently noted, those ropes. just above Stacy's breasts, were really showing off her busty figure. The white ropes against the black blouse really made the sight erotic.
Brad silently chided himself for thinking that about his friend's mother. "Concentrate on the knots", he told himself, as Stacy struggled a bit, testing the new ropes. "I guess it's your turn now. Get up here," Stacy said.
Brad stood up, and sat by Stacy, where he was sitting just moments before. He picked up a piece of rope, and began to tie it on Stacy's left arm, at the elbow. As he wrapped it around her, he realized the ropes would be just below her breasts. He wondered if he should take it off, and retie it a little lower. "You need to tie it tighter," Stacy said, breaking his train of thought. "Sorry," he mumbled. He did as asked, and pulled the rope much tighter, and did, indeed, tie it off.
Stacy tested the ropes now binding her. "You both did a good job," she said. She turned to Brad. "Do you think you have the hang of this now?," she asked. Brad nodded. I think I do, thanks. This was really cool of you, Mrs. Green."
"It was cool of you, Mom," agreed Diane, "but he's still gonna need more practice. Maybe he could finish tying you?"
"I think I have this down," Brad said.
Stacy looked at him. "Maybe. But since you've come this far, you might as well finish tying me up." She looked at her untied legs. "Give him the rest of the rope," she told Diane. "Let him finish tying me.. You don't need to show him again."
Diane tossed Brad the remaining ropes. "Here ya go," she said.
"Should I tie your legs or feet first?," he asked.
"Legs first, please," Stacy said. "Just above and just below the knees." Brad lined up the ends of a long piece of rope and began to move it under Stacy's legs. Stacy slightly raised her legs; Brad reached over them, took the ends of the rope in his other hand, then moved them above Stacy's legs. He then put the two ends of the rope through the loop at the middle, tightening it, bringing Stacy's legs together. Then he wrapped the rope around her legs, and tied it off near the loop.
Stacy tested the new binding. It was secure. "Pretty good job. What do you think, Diane?," she asked, turning towards her daughter. Diane stood up, and moved to her mother's other side. "Yeah, I think he gets it now."
"I think I should practice a little more," Brad said to both of them.
"Oh....well.." Diane looked to her mother, not knowing how to respond, or if she even should.
"If you think you still need practice, go ahead and finish," Stacy said, leaning back a little, and moving her legs forward a bit, giving Brad room to bind her lower legs.
"All right. Cool. Thanks," he said. He picked up another long rope, and tied Stacy's legs just below the knees. same as before. He tied them tight, and tied the rope off at the same place he did for the rope tying Stacy's thighs. He looked at her for a reaction. Her expression was blank, "Keep going," she said.
Brad sat on the floor, and began to tie Stacy's ankles. He tied them the same way he tied her legs, and tied them a little tighter.
"I think that's pretty good," he said.
"It look really tight, Brad," Diane frowned, looking at her mother's bound ankles. Diane looked at Stacy. "If that too tight? You want to be untied?"
Stacy shook her head. "Let me try and get loose." Brad and Diane both watched as Stacy struggled against her ropes. Brad hoped, and hoped hard, neither of the women realized he was enjoying the sight of Diane's mom, in her black blouse, red skirt, black stockings and black high heels, fighting the ropes that bound her arms and legs. He maintained a serious look, and tried to concentrate his gaze on the knots, not on Stacy's figure. He didn't always succeed. Fortunately, Stacy was too busy struggling to notice, and Diane was, in fact, concentrating on the knots.
"Well," she said, "Looks like I'm stuck, until you release me." She continued to struggle. "Just like the damsel in distress in those old movies, who were bound and gagged by the villain." Diane giggled. "Except you're not gagged, and Brad is a Boy Scout, the good guy."
"What if I did gag you?," asked Brad. I mean..." Brad stopped mid-sentence, as Stacy was now looking at him in shock, and Diane was looking at him as if he was insane.
"What does gagging her have to do with knots?," asked Diane. It was more of a statement than a question.
"Nothing. Just an idea, sorry. Here, I'll untie you." Brad and Diane sat on opposite sides of Stacy, and was about to start untying her when Stacy stopped them.
"Wait, I still want to see if I can make any headway with this on my own, "she said. She looked at Diane. "It's okay if he wants to gag me. It won't help with his knots, but if you want the whole damsel effect, I think I should be gagged.
"Ah, are you sure about this?," asked Brad. He really did want to gag her, but he also didn't want to get Diane angry with him.
"I'm sure," Stacy replied. She tuned to Diane. "Honey, go get some scarves from the closet, please."
Diane stood up, and walked to the closet. "Ooookay, if you're really sure."
Stacy and Brad watched as Diane retrieved several scarves from the closet near the front door. Stacy noticed Brad's intent look on her daughter. She understood he was imagining her tied, in the blouse, cut off jeans and ankles socks she was wearing. The idea of Diane being tied up didn't bother her, but she thought an outfit other than Diane's blouse, shorts and ankle socks would be better.
Diane returned with several scarves. and held them out for her mother.
"The red goes with my skirt, so I can be gagged with that, Stacy said. "He can use the white, green, and the other white one for stuffing."
"Stuffing?," Brad asked, confused.
"it goes in the mouth first," Stacy said. "It doesn't totally silence anyone, but it's better than nothing. Just wrapping cloth over someone's mouth looks good in movies, but in real life, it doesn't do anything."
"All these scarves, huh, " Diane said. Stacey nodded. "Roll up two of them, put them in the third, then bundle them up. Tie the four corners of the third scarf, like it's a pouch."
Diane did as she was told.
"Now, after I'm gagged, I want fifteen minutes to try and get free," Stacy told the teens.
"Okay. Sure, Mom," said Diane.
"Fifteen minutes. You'll need more time, I bet," offered Brad, who checked his watch.
"Brad, do you think you need any more practice?," Stacy asked, in a probing manner.
"I dunno. Maybe. Do you think I should tie you again, after we untie you?," Brad asked, then quickly adding "Or you get free?"
"You're already tied really tight, Mom," added Diane. "Maybe another time?"
"I wasn't thinking about me, dear," said Stacy. "I was going to suggest if you both think he needs a little more practice, he might practice on you. If you're fine with it, of course. It's totally your choice."
"Oh," said Diane, straightening up a bit. Well, yeah, sure. Cool. We'll need more rope. And a gag?" She looked at Brad. "Do you want to use a gag?"
Brad tried to say something, but couldn't. Stacy could see he was imagining Diane bound and gagged. She knew if she didn't say something right away things were going to get awkward.
"You can decide on that after you're tied," said Stacy. "But first, you need to change clothes."
Stacy could see the disappointment in Brad's eyes. Diane nodded. "Longer pants?" she asked.
"I was thinking one of your leotards and a pair of tights. You don't need rope marks all over your body," Stacy replied. She looked at her own arms. "I'm certainly going to have them."
"Yeah, you are. Sorry." Diane looked and felt guilty about her mother's impending rope marks. Brad also looked as if he had regrets.
"Go ahead and change, and don't worry about me," Stacy smiled.
"All right, I'll be right back," Diane said, spinning around in on her sock-clad heel. As she walked towards her room, Stacy watched, waiting for her to close the door behind her. She noticed Brad watching too, for other reasons.
As soon as Diane her bedroom door, Stacy turned her attention to Brad. "I hope all this is going to help with your Scout knots," she said. Brad turned towards her, again trying not to show that he liked seeing Stacy tied up. "What do you mean?," he asked. "OH!" He remembered the reason Stacy let herself be bound, and was now going to allow the same for Diane. "Yes, the knots. For Scouts. Yes, this is really helpful, thank you," he said quickly.
"Good", said Stacy. "I'm going to let you tie up Diane, but that's all. You can tie her up in her bedroom, but having her bound and gagged is it. And if you do anything, trust me, I'll know."
Brad nodded in agreement, unsure if he should say anything.
"All right, go ahead and gag me," Stacy said. She opened her mouth, and Brad gently pushed the bundled scarves in. "That okay?," he asked. Stacy nodded her head.
Brad wrapped the red scarf around Stacy's head, tightening it off behind her. "Too tight?," he asked Stacy. She shook her head.
Even though he hadn't added any more ropes, Stacy began to struggle against her bonds. Brad took a couple steps back, and watched. Once more, he tried to focus his attention on the knots, but more and more found himself just watching Stacy struggle best she could. She kept moving from side to side, her arms testing the ropes that bound them. She raised and lowered her tied legs. She leaned forward and back.
And she made noises through her gag. "Mmmmph" and "uggg", with no intelligible words. Brad wondered if she was even trying. He found he didn't really care, she looked great bound and gagged.
As Stacy continued to fight the ropes binding her, and Brad continued to watch, Diane walked back in the living room, unnoticed. It was clear to her that her mother was enjoying trying to get free, even though she really had no hope of doing so. Brad certainly didn't mind watching.
Diane made a fake cough . Stacy stopped struggling, and looked at her.
Brad didn't realize Diane was behind him.
Stacy shook her head, and looking at Brad, darted her eyes over to one side. He realized she was trying to get him to look behind his back. He did so, and saw Diane, decked out in a black leotard, which showed off her own busty figure, and black tights. She had no footwear.
Diane had her arms folded in front of her, with a look of slight annoyance on her face. "Hi," she said to Brad. "I'm Diane. Remember me?" Brad stammered a bit, not sure what to say. Diane hid her amusement well, turning her attention, and therefore Brad's, to her mother.
"You want to be untied? Because you're REALLY tied pretty tight."
Stacy shook her head. "Uck elk ee uu ee oor" she said through her gag.
Brad and Diane looked at each other and back at Stacy. " ELLLK EEE UUU EEE OOOR" she repeated, nodding to the floor. "The floor," Diane said, understanding. She wants us to help her to the floor. " Stacy nodded to confirm. Diane and Brad walked to opposite sides of Stacy, and helped her up, helped her turn around, and sat her down on the floor. Stacy immediately rolled over on her stomach, and raised her bound legs behind her.
"Oooh, I get it," said Diane. She sat down near her mother and looked at Brad. "Get another rope, and sit over there," she said, motioning to the floor on the other side of Stacy.
Brad, understanding, picked up a piece of rope a little longer than what was used to bind Stacy's wrists and ankles, but not as long as what was tied around her chest and torso. He sat down by Stacy's legs, opposite from Diane.
Brad began to tie one end around the rope binding Stacy's ankles, but Diane shook her head. "that's not what we were practicing," she said. Brad, thought a moment, lined up the ends of the rope, and slid them between Stacy's ankles, just below the rope that bound them.
He looked at Stacy. "Um, is it okay if I take your shoes off? I think it'll work better." Stacy nodded in agreement; Brad pulled off one of her high heels, then the other. With Diane looking on, Brad wrapped the two ends of the rope above the rope tying Stacy's ankles, and through the loop under them. He pulled the rope tight, then began slide the ends of the rope under Stacy's bound hands.
Again, Diane stopped him. "Tie it to the rope tying her arms. Her upper arms. That way there won't be so much pressure on her wrists. 'Wonder how she knew that', Brad thought, as he slid the rope under the rope that tied Stacy's arms above her breasts. He pulled the rope so Stacy's legs were bent at the knees, with her feet straight up.
"Pull it tighter", Diane suggested. Brad looked at Stacy, who again just nodded in agreement. He did so, pulling her legs so they were just slightly over her back. He then tied the ropes off.
Brad stood up, as did Diane. They both looked at Stacy, who now began to struggle again, though she couldn't move much at all. She mumbled something unintelligible while looking at the teenagers, then just struggled some more, while looking away.
"We'll be back to check on ya", Diane said to Stacy, then correcting herself. "Well, Brad will." She took Brad by the hand--which surprised him--and led him down the hall. "C'mon," she said.
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To Be Continued... Scroll down for Chapter Two!