Iliketights : Amy, Lucy, Rusty Ch. 13-24 (fff/ffm)

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Amy, Lucy, Rusty
By Iliketights

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 13

Watching these two cute girls struggling while bound, gagged, blindfolded, and wearing brightly colored tights was certainly an excellent way to pass an hour. When the timer went off, I removed Lucy’s blindfold. She no longer had a look of defiance and anger in her eyes. I next removed Amy’s blindfold, and came back and removed Lucy’s gag.

“Please, Rusty …, I mean, Sir, please untie the rope that’s keeping my feet tied so close to my hands. Even if you don’t untie anything else, please untie that one. It’s terrible. I hate it so much. I would still be tied up enough without it,” Lucy pleaded. She sounded so sad and helpless that I felt sorry for her. She almost sounded as if she were going to start crying.

“Just a second,” I told her, and I went to remove Amy’s gag. “Do you think I should remove her hogtie?”

“It’s up to you, Sir. You’re our captor.” Amy said. “But a hogtie is really uncomfortable, and she’s been hogtied for an hour.”

I went back to Lucy. “Alright. I will remove your hogtie rope. But I will replace your blindfold. Which would you rather be, blindfolded or hogtied?”

She didn’t hesitate at all. “I would rather be blindfolded. I can’t stand being hogtied one more minute. My legs are cramping.”

I replaced her blindfold, and then began untying the rope that kept her hogtied. She moaned in relief as she unbent her legs and lowered her feet to the floor. “Thank you, sir,” she sighed. I began to massage her legs and feet. She didn’t protest. Her red tights felt so wonderful.
After I massaged Lucy’s legs for about five minutes, I went to Amy. I knelt in front of her and rubbed her knees. “And how are you doing?”

“Completely unable to move, but other than that, I’m fine. Are you OK, Lucy?”

“I’m not speaking to you, traitor,” Lucy replied. “Thanks to you, we’re both being held prisoner by my little brother.” Lucy was still lying on her stomach, bound hand and foot and hardly moving.

“I guess I deserve that,” Amy said.

After another ten minutes, Lucy started to struggle. She rolled around, trying to pull her wrists free from the rope, to no avail. Suddenly I heard Amy say, “Oh no.” I looked over at Lucy, and she had moved her bound wrists down below her butt, then tucked her legs in and pulled her wrists under her feet. Her hands were now tied in front of her, instead of behind her back.

“Don’t worry, she’s still tied up,” I told Amy. Lucy easily slid the blindfold over her head and tossed it aside. She rolled herself over to the couch and sat up, still sitting on the floor but leaning back against the couch. She was breathing hard from her exertions. “Could you bring me a glass of water?” she asked me. I noticed there was no ‘please’ or ‘sir’ any more, but I decided not to press the issue. I put a glass of water into one of her bound-together hands, and she eagerly drank it all. She handed the glass to me without saying another word, brought her wrists up to her mouth and began picking at the knot in her wrist rope with her teeth.

“Maybe you should stop her?” Amy suggested. “Maybe tie her wrists to her knees so that she can’t reach any knots with her teeth?”

“No, I’m pretty sure she can’t undo the knot with her teeth. I’m enjoying watching her try.”

Lucy continued to pick at the knot for the next ten minutes. Occasionally she would mutter in frustration at her lack of progress. Suddenly the knot loosened, and she doubled her efforts to undo the knot completely. Eventually, she succeeded. She began to unwind the rope from around her wrists. Soon her hands were free.

“Oh no,” Amy said again. “You shouldn’t have removed her hogtie. I’m sorry I suggested it. Quick, tie her hands again before she’s completely free.”

Lucy made a fist as I started to walk towards her. “Anyone who comes anywhere near me is going to be punched in the mouth. Back off if you don’t want to be missing some teeth. Amy’s not able to help you hold me down this time, so don’t even think it.” Even though Lucy’s legs were still tied securely together and she was incapable of chasing me, she was a formidable opponent, so I got no closer.

“Rusty, I’m getting scared,” Amy said in a nervous voice. “Please untie me, before it’s too late!”

I frantically started to work on the knot that held her wrists bound together. Lucy was starting to untie the rope around her own knees.

“Hurry!” Amy said, beginning to panic. “She’s almost free!”

The knot came undone and I untied her wrists as quickly as possible. Lucy’s knees were now free. Amy’s wrists were now free too, but I had tied her too well to the chair. The ropes that bound her upper body to the chair were all knotted behind her chair, and she couldn’t reach a single one. Even with free hands she would never be able to escape from the chair on her own.

“I’m going to get a knife and cut the ropes off,” I told Amy.

“It’s too late,” Amy said sadly.

It was too late. Lucy had untied her ankles and stood up. Amy was still bound to the chair and could offer me no assistance.

“Amy’s right. You shouldn’t have removed my hogtie rope. You two are going to pay dearly for ganging up on me,” Lucy said with an evil smile. She calmly walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out a comic book that was in a clear protective sleeve.

“That’s mine!” I yelled. “You took it out of my room? Give it to me!”

She started to pull it out of its sleeve. “I think I may have to rip this up to pay you back for keeping me hogtied for a whole hour, not to mention keeping me gagged and blindfolded.”

“No! That’s thirty years old and in mint condition! I saved up all last summer mowing lawns to buy that. Please, Lucy, if you have one shred of decency, don’t touch it!”

“Will you do exactly as I say?” she asked, pulling the comic book out a little farther.

“Yes.”

“Good. Amy’s hands are free. You need to fix that.”

“Please do whatever you want to me. Let me untie Amy first,” I pleaded.

The comic book sleeve fell to the floor, and Lucy was holding the unprotected collector’s item in both hands. I gasped.

“I just told you to do something, and you’re not doing it. Don’t make me say things twice.”

“Rusty, it’s OK,” Amy said. “I was planning on being a captive today anyway. I don’t mind, really. Please tie my hands again.”

She put her hands back behind the chair.

“And make sure you tie her securely. I will check,” Lucy said.

Now it was my turn to shoot daggers at Lucy with my eyes, but I too lacked that super power.

“I’m sorry, Amy,” I said as I tied her wrists again.

“I’m more worried about you,” Amy replied. “She doesn’t look like she's in a very good mood."

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 14

“Please put the comic book back in the sleeve,” I pleaded.

“In a minute. But first, lie down on your back with your hands next to the front legs of Amy’s chair,” Lucy commanded.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“You’re both going to be tied to the same chair. Amy is sitting in it, and you’ll be lying on the floor with your wrists tied to it,” Lucy said. “Once I’m sure you’re not going anywhere, I’ll put your precious comic book back in its sleeve.”

I did as she asked. As she was tying each of my wrists to the front legs of Amy’s chair, I had a nice view of Amy’s knees, which were directly over my head. Her cute little feet were behind my head, so unfortunately I couldn’t see them. Lucy then crossed my ankles and tied them securely. She cinched them so well that I soon found that I couldn’t uncross them. Not that it mattered – I was unable to hop around, so crossed ankles didn’t make a difference.

She then tied my knees together. As I had noticed last week when I was tied up for the first time, I enjoyed the process of being tied up. Especially my legs, and especially when wearing tights. There’s something about wearing tights and having someone tie my legs together with rope that make for a great combination. I could hear Lucy doing something under the chair, behind my head. I soon found that she was untying the rope that held Amy’s feet back.

What happened next was unexpected, but so amazing. Lucy placed Amy’s stockinged feet directly on my face! I had a moment of panic when my nose settled in between her feet. Since her feet were still tied together, there was very little room, and my nose was squeezed shut. I had a feeling of suffocation for a moment. Her feet also covered my mouth, but by leaving my lips open, I could breathe well enough through my mouth. After my initial panic subsided, I started to really enjoy this! Here was the pretty girl I had a crush on, and she was wearing new white tights, and her stockinged feet were all over my face! How lucky can I be? Lucy retied the rope from Amy’s ankles to the chair again, so that Amy couldn’t move her feet any further forward.

“Oh no, Lucy!” Amy cried, “This is too cruel to him! I don’t think he can breathe!”

“Rusty, wiggle your toes if you can breathe,” Lucy said. I wiggled my toes.

“See, he’s OK,” Lucy told Amy. “He’s probably having the time of his life. You know how much he likes tights.”

“Yes, but, my feet, all over his face … even if he likes tights, this must be so humiliating for him! And he must feel all grossed-out!”

“You’re wearing brand-new tights. There’s nothing gross about it,” Lucy replied. She must have sniffed Amy’s legs, because she said, “Your tights have that new smell. It’s not like you’re wearing tights that you had been wearing all day at school. I wouldn’t be doing this to him if they weren’t new tights.”

“Even so, please take my feet off his face. I feel so bad for him.”

“Look, he was gagged and blindfolded with tights when I tied him up a last month. This is the same thing, except you now happen to be wearing the tights that are his blindfold and gag. And, this can be part of the ‘Tights Aversion Therapy’ you talked about before. Either he’s enjoying this, or he’s so grossed out and humiliated that we’ve cured him of his tights obsession. It’s good for him either way. Oh, Rusty, I’m taking good care of your comic book.” Then I heard a long, slow ripping sound. I thrashed and screamed in anger. I used words I had never used before.

Lucy roared with laughter. “That was the sound of me ripping up yesterday’s newspaper. Did I fool you? Amy can vouch for me that I’m putting your unharmed comic book back in its sleeve.”

“Lucy, that was terrible!” Amy said. “You probably gave him a heart attack.”

Lucy was still laughing. “Now, you two have fun. I’m going up to my room for a little while. Oh, I should check to make sure Rusty tied your hands securely.” After she inspected Amy’s bound wrists, Lucy said, “He did a really good job tying you up. It doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere soon. I’m not going to gag you so you and Rusty can talk. Well, I’m not sure how well he can talk with your feet all over his mouth.”

“Please don’t leave him like this!” Amy pleaded, to no avail.

“She left us!” Amy said. “Oh Rusty! I’m so sorry about this! It must be awful for you!”

“I’m OK,” I said. My voice wasn’t muffled too much by her feet. I could speak a lot better than when I had been gagged by a knotted pair of tights by Lucy, or when Autumn had stuffed one of her socks in my mouth before taping my mouth. I thought it was funny that Lucy thought she was punishing me, and that Amy was worried I was being humiliated, when I was enjoying every second of this! I can’t describe how good her tights felt against my lips, nose, cheeks, and eyelids.

Amy wasn’t gagged, so we were able to converse somewhat, even though I’m not a great conversationalist when a pretty girl’s stockinged feet are tied in place over my face. One thing I knew with absolute certainty - if this was part of my Tights Aversion Therapy, it was not working. On the contrary, this had thrown my tights obsession into high gear.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 15

Most people can’t remain motionless for very long, unless they’re unconscious. Amy was probably not aware of it, but she moved her feet a lot more than she intended. Every little wiggle of her toes and every involuntary move of her feet to try to escape their bonds gave my face a delightful little massage. For a while, she tried to keep her tights-covered feet lifted off my face as much as possible, although no matter what she tried, some part of her feet maintained contact with my face. Soon she grew tired of trying to hold her feet up, and to my delight her cute stockinged feet rested fully on my face for the duration of our captivity. She apologized, and I told her not to worry about it.

As much as I was enjoying this, I did eventually yearn to have my hands and legs untied and to have full use of my eyes, nose and mouth restored again. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that the Tights Aversion Therapy was working, but I did need a break.

Eventually Lucy came back to the living room. “How are my captives doing?” she asked in a fake-concerned voice. “Since you kept me hogtied for an hour, I felt it only right that you two should be tied together for an hour. I’m even ten minutes early. Are you ready to be untied?”

“Oh yes, please,” Amy pleaded.

I couldn’t see, but Lucy must have picked up Amy’s cell phone up from where she had placed it on the coffee table. “It looks like you have a text from your sister.”

There was a moment of silence while Lucy read it. “What the heck is this?” Lucy said in an angry tone of voice. She read it aloud. “Mom & dad are at the movies can I come over for a while? Did u and Rusty get that bossy witch all tied up as planned? R U glad we practiced?”

“Let me get this straight. Not only does Autumn know about you tying me up, she helped you practice? And who the hell is she calling a bossy witch?”

“Don’t let her upset you,” Amy said. “Autumn can be like that sometimes. You were about to untie us?”

“Wait. Let me think,” Lucy said. “Do you mind if I borrow your phone?”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m just going to reply to your sister.”

“Please don’t. She didn’t mean anything by that. Maybe she was talking about someone else.”

Lucy scoffed. “How many bossy witches have you and Rusty tied up lately? OK, here’s my message to her: ‘come on over. Lucy is all tied up. Put on tights, you know how much Rusty likes them.’”

“Please don’t send that text. You were about to untie us?”

“There’s no time for that now. Besides, I already sent it. Autumn will be here in a few minutes. I’m going to put a note on the front door, ‘Come on in. We’re in the living room.’ I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she walks in and sees you two are tied up, and that I’m not!”

“No, please … mmmfff!” That was evidently the sound of Amy getting gagged again. I could hear Lucy open the front door to tape the note to it. She came back and said, “Now you two just relax and wait for Autumn to come rescue you.” She paused for a moment and then laughed. “Rescue you? Yeah right. I don’t think so. The real question is, who’s going to rescue Autumn?”

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 16

A few minutes later, I could hear the front door open. I certainly hoped it was Autumn. I suddenly had a thought that it was our mom coming home two days early for some reason. What would her reaction be if she walked in and saw her son lying on the floor wearing tights, with legs bound together with rope and wrists tied to a chair, while her daughter’s best friend was tied seated to the same chair with her tights-covered feet tied in place on her son’s face? Fortunately, I heard no screams coming from my mom. Autumn took a moment to leave her shoes in the entryway, and then I heard her come in and gasp.

“What in the world … oh my god! Where’s Lucy?”

Neither Amy nor I could easily answer her question, since we were both gagged with tights (although in much different ways).

“Here I am,” I could hear Lucy say. I heard another gasp from Autumn. I wished I could see what was going on, but Amy’s feet were keeping my eyes closed.

“I’m sorry I impersonated your sister when I answered your text. She’s in no condition to send any text messages, as you can see. You look disappointed that I’m not tied up! Being the ‘bossy witch’ that I am, I deserve to be, but I managed to escape.”

“Oh, about that, I was just joking,” Autumn said in a quiet voice quaking with fear. “Did you really overpower both of them?”

“You were just joking? For some reason, your joke isn’t making me laugh very much. No, I didn’t have to overpower both of them. In fact, they overpowered me, and then Rusty tied up your sister. I eventually escaped, so I only had to tie up Rusty.”

“Is Rusty OK? Can he breathe like that?” Autumn asked.

“Why is everyone so concerned about whether Rusty can breathe or not? Rusty, wiggle your feet to show Autumn you’re still alive.”

I purposely kept still just to spite Lucy. In retaliation, Lucy poked me really hard in the side with her foot and tickled me with her toes. I squirmed and begged her to stop.

“See? He’s alive. He’s having a wonderful time. Now the question is, what should I do with you?”

“Nothing! I’m going to untie Amy, then she and I are going to untie Rusty. This has gone way too far. How can you treat your best friend and your own brother like this?”

“Excuse me? Didn’t I just tell you that they ganged up on me? They’re getting what they deserve. And evidently, you helped them practice how they were going to overpower me and tie me up. You deserve to be taught a lesson too. Put your hands behind your back.”

“I will not! Amy and I are getting out of here as soon as I untie her. This is getting out of hand. Rusty, you can come with us too, after we untie you.”

“Oh, Autumn,” Lucy said. “You should have made this easy on yourself by just obeying me.”

“Get off me!” Autumn yelled. “Let me go or I’ll tell my parents what you’ve been doing. What do you think your mom and my parents will do when they find out you kept us all tied up?”

“And you think your parents will be happy when they find out the part you played in this too? The way the three of you were practicing how to tie me up? No, we’re all in this too far for any of us to tell anyone anything.”

I wanted to see what was going on, but Amy’s feet were keeping me effectively blindfolded. There was a lot of muffled pleading coming from Amy’s gagged mouth, a lot of protests coming from Autumn’s mouth, and a lot of commands coming from Lucy’s mouth. Eventually Autumn’s voice became muffled. Our rescuer was obviously now gagged, and therefore at least her hands were tied too. More muffled protests from Autumn and a triumphant “you’re going nowhere now” from Lucy, and I surmised that Autumn was now completely bound and gagged. Lucy had all three of us at her mercy.

I could feel Lucy untying my wrists from the legs of the chair. Once my wrists were free, she grabbed my ankles and pulled me away from the chair. Amy’s stockinged feet slid off my face (a most pleasant sensation). Lucy rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my hands behind my back, and began to tie rope around my wrists. It was all happening too fast for me to put up much of a fight, and my legs were already bound together anyway, so I couldn’t have tried to run away. I could now see Autumn. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a pair of opaque black tights, just like the pair I was wearing. She was very securely hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded. She was whimpering behind her gag. I wanted to rescue her so badly, but I was now in no way able to offer her any assistance. Lucy was bending my legs, and I too was soon securely hogtied.

“Please, Lucy, do what you want with me, but let Autumn and Amy go.”

“Very gallant of you, but all three of you are going to spend some time hogtied. You all conspired together to hogtie me, so it’s only fair”. A pair of pantyhose from Amy’s bag was knotted, crammed into my mouth, and tied behind my head. “I’m not going to blindfold you, so that you can watch your co-conspirators as they struggle in their ropes. You’re welcome.”

Lucy then turned her attention to Amy. Amy was frantically trying to talk. Lucy removed her gag. “Please, I have to go to the bathroom really urgently. Please untie me,” Amy begged.

“Well, you have been tied up longer than anyone else. I hope I can trust you to come back for your hogtie.”

“I promise. If you let me go to the bathroom, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Lucy untied Amy, which took quite a long time. I had tied Amy to the chair very securely. After Amy went to the bathroom and returned, she allowed Lucy to tie her hands, feet, and knees. A hogtie and blindfold soon followed, and her gag was replaced.

From where I was lying, I had an excellent view of both sisters as they struggled in their tight bonds. One wearing white tights, the other wearing black. I wanted to rescue them, but I also enjoyed seeing them all tied up like that. This in turn made me feel guilty for enjoying their misfortune. I was a mess of conflicting emotions.

Lucy walked up to me until her feet were close to my face. She was still wearing her red tights. “Enjoy your hog ties, everyone. Rusty, you did eventually remove my hog tie, but that was after, what, an hour? So, it’s only fair that the three of you stay hogtied for that long too.” Lucy tapped my nose with her stockinged foot. “Enjoy!” she said with a laugh as she left the room.

Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 17

Amy, Autumn, and I were left alone. I tested my bonds, but unfortunately, Lucy was even better at rope tying than she was last month. These ropes were tight! I could barely move, and by the looks of it, Amy and Autumn were tied every bit as tight as I was. Evidently, Lucy was showing no favoritism to anyone, not even her best friend. At least I could still see. Amy and Autumn had been denied even that. I soon had to give up any delusion that I would escape my bonds and be the hero who frees the two captive damsels.

With escape out of the question, my only remaining task was to find a comfortable position to ride out our hour-long hogtie. Even that was doomed to fail. The only thing I could do to change position was to occasionally roll from my stomach to my left side, from my left side to my stomach, and from my stomach to my right side. I noticed my two co-captives doing the same thing. Even that provided no relief, was difficult to do, and only tired us out. We all eventually gave up on trying to find any comfort at all. Moaning behind our gags soon became our sole activity, and even that faded away. It suddenly occurred to me that Lucy said we would remain hogtied for an hour, but she didn’t say she would free us at that time. Would she simply remove our hogtie ropes, and leave us tied up longer?

My heart sank as I remembered that I had removed her hogtie rope after an hour, but left her tied up with the other ropes. She had escaped on her own after that. She was probably going to do that to us in retaliation. Maybe we too could then escape by bringing our wrists under our feet so we could untie our wrist ropes with our teeth. No, she probably learned from my mistake and would find some other way to keep our hands behind our backs. At this point I hardly cared. I was so miserable from the hog tie, I wouldn’t mind being tied up an extra hour or two if it meant I could stretch out my legs.

I was the only one who could see the clock. Time seemed to drag so slowly. At last, our hour had passed. But, there was no Lucy. I didn’t know for sure exactly when she had finished hogtying us. Maybe it hadn’t been a full hour yet? Another excruciatingly slow five minutes passed. Still no Lucy. Another five minutes passed. Finally, Lucy appeared. I couldn’t easily lift my head, so all I could see of her was her feet. I had assumed she would remove her tights during our captivity, but I was glad to see she hadn’t.

“How was your hogtie party, everyone?” Lucy said cheerfully. All three of us moaned. Are you ready for the hogtie ropes to come off?” We all begged as much as we were able. “I believe Autumn was hogtied first, so I will start with her.”

Lucy removed Autumn’s hogtie rope and her blindfold. Autumn stretched out her legs and sighed in relief. It was my turn next. I nearly wept with joy being able at last to stretch my legs. Finally it was Amy’s turn to be released from her hogtie and blindfold, and she mumbled, “Thank you,” behind her gag. We were all free from our hog ties, but still securely bound hand and foot and gagged. As I suspected, Lucy didn’t seem to be in any great hurry to untie any more ropes. I was so happy to have the hogtie removed that I didn’t even mind the rest of the ropes now.

Lucy pulled Autumn up by her shoulders until she was in a kneeling position, then helped her stand. “Let’s get you all comfy on the couch, shall we?” Lucy said, and helped Autumn hop over to the couch and sit down. She came back and did the same for me. It was even worse for me, since she hadn't just tied my feet together like she had the girls. She had crossed my ankles.

The rope was cinched tight enough that I couldn't uncross them. It wasn’t easy hopping when your legs are cramped from spending the last hour bent in a strict hogtie and ropes are still tightly bound around your ankles and knees. Ropes that are very tight when you’re lying down become painfully tight when you’re hopping. Plus, hopping with crossed ankles made it practically impossible.

I would have told Lucy all of that, but I was still gagged. She was surprisingly gentle and patient, though, as she got behind me, put her arms around me, and pulled me toward the couch. Instead of hopping, my feet sort of dragged across the floor. Once I was seated, she helped Amy to stand and helped her hop to the couch. I was sitting between Amy and Autumn, all of us still securely tied up and gagged, but much more comfortable than we had been for the last hour.

“There, is everyone more comfy now?” Lucy asked. We all nodded. “Good. You probably think it’s time to be untied now, but I’ve got some bad news. Autumn, you weren’t here then, but Rusty and your sister ganged up on me and hogtied me. Rusty then left me that way for an hour, like I just did to all of you. He was nice enough to remove my hog tie rope after one hour, so I’ve done that to all of you as well. However, he didn’t completely untie me. Who knows how long he intended to keep me tied up? We’ll never know, because I managed to escape. Here’s how I did it.” Lucy got down on the floor and pretended her hands were tied behind her. She demonstrated to Autumn how she had rolled up in a ball, moved her hands down below and past her feet, so that her hands were tied in front of her. “Then I worked the knot loose with my teeth.”

Lucy stood up again. “Rusty made a mistake not securing my arms to my back. I won’t make that mistake with the three of you. Sorry I have to do this.”

It was then I saw that Lucy had a new roll of duct tape in her hands. She made Autumn lean forward, and began to wrap the duct tape around her. She made six or seven circuits around Autumn until her arms were held immobile against her back. She then did the same to me. I didn’t protest or struggle, as it would have been pointless. The tape was tight, and my arms could no longer move at all. She repeated the process with Amy. The three of us were now gagged, tied with rope at wrists, ankles, and knees, and duct tape held our arms firmly in place against our backs. There was no chance now of moving our hands in front of us, the way Lucy had done.

Lucy stepped back and looked at us. “You all look so adorable like that! I love it! Now, Rusty, if I hadn’t escaped, how long had you intended to keep me tied up after you removed my hogtie rope? Five hours?” I frantically shook my head. “Four hours? Three? Two?” I shook my head with each number. “One hour?” I shook my head again. “A half-hour?” I shook my head again. “Fifteen minutes?” I nodded. “Oh, Rusty, I’ve caught you in a lie. It was more than fifteen minutes before I even started to free myself. I’m going to have to assume it would have been an hour, at least. You all behave yourselves. I’ll see you later.”

Autumn, Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 18

Once again Lucy went upstairs, leaving us alone in the living room. Autumn was beginning her second hour of captivity. I was beginning my third hour, first having been a human footstool under Amy’s feet for an hour, then hogtied for an hour. Amy, poor Amy, was now beginning her fourth hour of bondage. Her first hour she was my prisoner after I tied her to the chair, then she spent another hour tied to the chair with me underfoot (literally), then a third hour in a hog tie. At least she had been given a restroom break. I felt awful for them. I had started this whole chain of events last month when I asked Lucy to tie me up. Little did I realize that our strange game would spiral out of control and would involve Amy and Autumn too. They probably hate me now. I hadn’t untied Lucy after one hour, and now they were suffering the consequences.

“I’m sorry,” I told each girl. It was muffled because of the gag, but they understood. “Not your fault,” they said through their gags. It was too much effort for us to talk and be understood through our gags, so we gave up trying. I was beginning to feel hungry, as our regular dinner time had passed. But, freedom did not seem imminent, and there was nothing I could do.

Autumn turned sideways and placed her bound legs across my lap and lay back with her head on the padded armrest of the couch and closed her eyes. Evidently, she was going to try to take a nap. I looked at her gorgeous legs and feet in black tights. Oh, if only I could massage her legs and feet, but my hands were imprisoned behind me. How frustrating this was! Amy looked at Autumn and must have thought it was a good idea, and she did the same. I now had two beautiful pairs of rope-bound, tights-covered legs and feet across my lap, one pair in white tights and the other pair in black tights. How I lamented not having free use of my hands, to feel those pretty tights! In spite of the discomfort of all my bonds, I felt very content. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. If I could take a nap, it would definitely make the time pass easier. I must have fallen asleep.

“Oh, the three of you look so cute!” Lucy exclaimed. I woke up, startled. Both girls removed their legs from my lap and sat up. “Are you happy to see me?” Lucy asked. We nodded, hoping that she didn’t have more un-pleasantries in store for us.

Lucy brought a kitchen chair into the living room, placed it so that it was facing us, and sat down and crossed her legs. I was literally surrounded by cute girls wearing tights. Lucy looked at us for a minute and we all wondered what was in store for us now.

“You’ve been tied up for the additional hour. I’m going to release you in a few minutes,” she began. “I’m naturally reluctant to do that, because of a fear I have that you three will immediately overpower me and hogtie me again.” We all shook our heads, as if promising we would not do that.

“Here’s my proposal. After you are all free, I want you to tie me up again, but you have to promise not to hogtie me. I detest being hogtied.”

Autumn, Amy, and I all looked at each other, completely stunned. Did Lucy just ask us to tie her up? What sort of trick was this?

“You all look surprised. I can’t believe I’m suggesting this, either. It’s just that, well, after you removed my hogtie rope, I kind of enjoyed being tied up. I was actually disappointed that I was able to escape so soon. So, I would like to be tied to this chair, with tons of rope, the way we tied Rusty to the chair last month. Then I want you to set a timer for two hours, and promise me that you won’t untie me until the timer goes off, no matter how much I beg. The three of you will fix dinner, carry the chair with me in it into the kitchen, and feed me. Of course, you will have to do the cleanup too. I will just relax and let you all take care of me. Then you’ll have to carry me back to the living room and we’ll watch a movie, and I'll remain tied up until the timer goes off. What do you think?” We all nodded.

“There is one condition though,” she said. I knew it. There must be a catch. “You get to keep me tied up for two hours. But tonight, one of you must volunteer to be tied up in bed. All night long. Until morning.”

Autumn, Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 19

“Your hour isn’t quite up yet, but I’m so nice, I will start freeing you now. Let’s start with your gags.” Lucy removed each of our gags and tossed them aside. “Who needs a drink of water?” We all answered in the affirmative. Lucy came back with a glass of water and a straw. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a straw. I don’t feel like bringing in three glasses of water. None of you have a contagious disease, do you?” We all said no. She held the glass and straw for each of us in turn, and then came back and gave us each a second drink.

“OK,” Lucy said, putting down the water glass. “I think you’ve been punished enough for conspiring against me. You’ve all been tied up way longer than I was. I hope you’ve learned that Lucy gives back more than she gets.”

She knelt down in front of me and picked up my feet and began to work at the knot at my ankles. “Please untie Amy first,” I said. “She’s been tied up for four hours.”

“No, I’m going to untie you, and then you get to play the hero and rescue the ladies. You can untie them in whatever order you want, or you could leave them tied up for another couple of hours if you want! It’s your choice.”

After a few minutes, I was completely free of all my ropes and duct tape. After stretching, I immediately began untying Amy. She received a very thorough leg massage, foot massage, and arm massage from me! I helped her get to her feet. “How do you feel, Amy? You’ve been tied up longer than any of us!”

“It wasn’t so bad. I feel pretty good. Thanks for untying me. Lucy, what if none of us volunteers to spend the night all tied up?”

“Nothing. It just means none of us gets tied up tonight. And, I think we need to call a truce. No more ganging up on each other. Someone could get hurt. From now on, if one of us wants to be tied up, or if we want to tie up someone else, we simply ask. And if the other person says no, then that’s it.”

“Well, Lucy,” Amy said. “You’re sounding uncharacteristically reasonable.”

“Uncharacteristically?” Lucy asked. “I’m always reasonable. It’s just that all of us continually trying to get even with each other is just going to keep escalating. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being afraid that one of you is going to jump out of my closet at any time and tie me up.”

“You’re right, Lucy,” I said.

“Hello? I’m still tied up over here. Don’t forget about me,” Autumn said.

“Oh, you want to be untied too, I suppose?” I asked.

“Only if it’s not too much trouble,” she said with a smile. “Amy, while Rusty is untying me, could you text Mom and Dad and ask them if I could stay for dinner?” Autumn asked.

“Sure, I’ll tell them that you can’t ask them yourself because Rusty hasn’t untied your hands yet,” Amy said in jest.

“Autumn, you should ask if you can sleep over, too,” I suggested.

“Are you sure it’s OK?” she asked.

“Of course. You’re one of the gang now,” said Lucy. “I will leave you three alone to discuss my offer.” She went upstairs again.

“Mom and Dad said it’s OK for you to have dinner here and join our sleepover," Amy said.

I untied Autumn’s legs and gave her an ultra-deluxe leg massage and foot massage. I had been looking at her legs and feet in black tights for two hours and had been unable to touch them until now. My hands were no longer tied behind my back, so now I definitely made up for lost time!

“What do you two think of Lucy’s offer?” Amy asked. “I will definitely not volunteer to be tied up overnight. I hate the thought of waking up and having to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, only to find myself all tied up. Besides, I was tied up for four hours today, and that’s about my limit.”

“Yeah,” replied Autumn. “It might be fun to tie up Lucy, but it’s not worth it.”

“Ready for me to untie your arms?” I asked her.

“In a couple of minutes. I’m still enjoying how you’re massaging my legs and feet. You should do this for a living. You would get great tips.”

Soon, Autumn was completely free of all of her ropes and duct tape. For the first time in hours, there were no tied-up people in my house.

Lucy came down and asked what we had decided.

“We’re going to decline being tied up overnight,” Amy said. “It’s a bit extreme.”

“I’ll volunteer,” I said.

“Rusty, no!” Autumn exclaimed. “It’s not worth it. She wants to be tied up for two hours, but she would then keep you tied up overnight? It’s not even close to being fair.”

“I’m calling her bluff,” I said. “I don’t think she can fulfill her part of the agreement. She’ll be begging for release soon. If she doesn’t make it the full two hours, then the deal is off.”

“It’s settled then,” Lucy said happily. She sat on the chair and put her hands between the slats behind her. “Start tying me up! And make it inescapable.”

I was a little surprised. I expected her to change her mind, but she really intended to go through with this. We proceeded to tie her very securely to the chair. As Lucy and Amy did to me, and as I did to Amy, we used way more rope than strictly necessary to prevent escape. We were going for almost complete immobility. When it was time for me to tie those cute legs, it was rope around her ankles, rope below her knees, rope above her knees, then ropes going around her lap and under the chair, and even ropes from her knees to both legs of the chair preventing her from even moving her knees side-to-side. I finished by tying her feet back under the chair until only her toes were touching the floor. I stood back and looked at her leg bondage. She looked so good in ropes and those new red tights!

“Wow, you guys. You sure didn’t hold back! I can’t move. Are you getting even with me for tying up each of you? Not that I blame you. Hey Rusty, are you getting nervous that I can make it two hours like this? You know what happens to you if I can.”

“A little,” I replied. “If I do end up tied overnight, you can’t put me in a hog tie, and no blindfold or gag, please.”

“It’s not really fair to make demands after you have me all tied up. But yes, I promise. I wasn’t going to do any of those things anyway. Just being tied up for eight hours is intense enough. Now you all get to the kitchen and fix some dinner, please. I’m starving. Mom left lots of stuff for us to eat, so all you have to do is reheat. Oh, and clean up too, of course.”

“Right away,” Amy said. “Funny how even when you’re all tied up and can’t move, you still think you’re the boss.” We all laughed, even Lucy.

We had dinner ready quickly, and Amy and I picked up the chair, and Lucy too, of course, and carried it to the kitchen and placed Lucy at the table. We were all hungry, it being later than our usual dinner times. We took turns feeding Lucy and ourselves.

“Hey Rusty,” Autumn said. “I’ve been wondering, what’s the deal with you wearing tights? Did Lucy force you to wear them, or do you just like wearing them?”

I was stunned for a moment. I had gotten so comfortable with the idea of wearing tights tonight, that I completely forgot I was wearing them. I must look so ridiculous! What is Autumn thinking of me? I decided to be honest, and told her about how last month I asked Lucy to tie me up, and I asked if I could wear tights.

“Then yesterday, I gave you a note to give to Rusty. In it, I asked him to wear tights today,” Amy told her. “I think he looks so cute in tights, don’t you?” Autumn, and to my surprise, Lucy, both agreed with her.

“Don’t look so embarrassed, Rusty!” Autumn said. She placed her hand on my tights-covered knee. “There’s nothing wrong with it! We both chose the same color, too.”

We continued eating, and fortunately changed the subject away from my legwear. After we finished, we cleaned up the kitchen, and we carried Lucy and her chair back to the living room. Movie night at my house was becoming interesting. I had been tied to a chair last month, and now it was Lucy’s turn. Plus, we kept accumulating more pretty girls in tights to join us each time, apparently.

“Hey Rusty,” Lucy said at one point. “You thought I was bluffing about me being able to last two hours tied to this chair. The clock is ticking, and I’m still feeling fine. Are you getting scared about tonight?”

“Yeah,” I said. I really was starting to feel nervous. Spending the night bound hand and foot suddenly seemed probable. Would I be able to sleep? Sleeping would certainly help the time pass, but I wasn’t sure it was possible. What if I had to go to the bathroom during the night? I hardly ever did, but with my luck it would happen tonight.

“Hey Lucy,” I said. “Let’s call off this challenge. We’ll untie you right now. You’re tied so tightly, I’m sure you’re aching to be free again.”

“No way,” Lucy said. “I’m staying tied until the two hours are done, and then not long after that, it’ll be beddy-bye time for Rusty. It’s not much longer now. Tick-tock, tick-tock.”

Autumn, Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 20

“Could you pause the movie for ten minutes?” Autumn asked. “I didn’t know beforehand that I was going to spend the night here. I need to run home and get pajamas and my toothbrush.”

“If your parents are home, tell your dad I’ve been tied to a chair and I require police assistance,” Lucy said.

“Nice try, Lucy,” Autumn said. "He's not on duty tonight, and he would probably just recommend that we tape your mouth shut."

“Oh, OK,” Lucy responded. “But you don’t really need to go. We have some extra new toothbrushes, and I can lend you a pair of pajamas.”

Just then Lucy’s timer went off. “Well Rusty,” she said. “I made it. Two hours. You know what’s in store for you tonight. Don’t look so sad, Rusty. I won’t tie you up for a little while. I don’t intend to get up before 7:00 in the morning to untie you, so I’ll wait until 11:00 to tie you up and tuck you into bed. I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep you tied up more than eight hours. OK everyone, start untying me. Rusty, you untie my legs and massage them while the girls untie my upper half.”

Even though she was my sister, I still looked forward to rubbing her legs in those pretty red tights. We had tied her so securely and with so much rope that it took some time to free her from the chair.

“Wow, the three of you sure know how to tie a person to a chair!” Lucy said. “I really enjoyed that.”

We finished the movie while I rubbed Lucy’s feet and ankles. With dismay, I saw that it was almost 11:00. Lucy told me to use the bathroom, since it would be a long time before I had the chance again. When I came back, Amy and Autumn begged Lucy not to do this to me, but I told them I had volunteered, and I would stick to my part of the bargain.

“Hold out your hands,” Lucy said. Was she going to tie my hands in front of me? That would be better than behind my back. Lucy picked up a black, over-the-knee sock, slipped it over my hand and pulled it up my arm past my elbows. I had seen her wear these socks once. They felt like tights, and it was actually a pleasant feeling wiggling my fingers in the smooth, stretchy material.

“Since your arms will be tied with ropes and duct tape for eight hours, these socks will protect your skin. I don’t want Mom wondering why you have rope marks on your arms,” Lucy said as she pulled the other sock onto my other arm. “I could have just asked you to put on a long-sleeved shirt, but I thought you would enjoy this. As an added bonus, your hands are now covered, and it will be practically impossible for you to loosen any knots with your fingers. Not that I intend to leave any accessible knots anyway.”

My hands and arms completely covered by long socks, Lucy turned me around, placed my hands together behind my back, palm-to-palm, and began to bind rope around my wrists. The rope was tight and then cinched even tighter. She knotted the rope, and I knew without any doubt that I would not be able to free my hands before I was rescued eight hours from now. But of course, she was just getting started. Duct tape was soon going around my body, as she had done earlier today, so that my arms were held firmly against my back. There would be no getting my hands in front of me so that I could work on the knot with my teeth. By the time she tore the tape off the roll, my arms were not only tied together at the wrists, but were practically immobilized against my back and encased in long socks so that even my fingers were useless for any kind of escape attempt.

“I’m going to sleep in Rusty’s room tonight,” Autumn suddenly said. We all stared at her. “It’s not safe to leave someone alone when they’re tied up, and especially for eight hours. Someone needs to be there in case he has any kind of emergency. I was looking up tie-up-games on the internet, and it’s one of the big rules. You’re also not supposed to leave someone alone when they’re gagged, and we’ve already violated that rule too.”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have done that,” Lucy said. “You’re right. Do you want us to fix you a place on the floor? We’ve got some pads and sleeping bags around here somewhere.”

“I might as well just sleep in his bed with him,” Autumn said.

“Are you out of your mind?” Amy yelled. “What do you think Mom and Dad would say if you spent the night in bed with a boy?”

“Well, first of all, none of us are going to tell them, are we?” Autumn asked. “And second, he’s going to be all tied up. He won’t be able to molest me, or anything like that, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

We were all shocked into speechlessness, even Lucy, and that had never happened before.

“I’m not going to leave him tied up and alone for eight hours, no matter what any of you say,” Autumn insisted. “It’s either this, or we call the whole thing off. I insist.”

More silence. None of us had ever heard Autumn be this forceful.

Lucy looked at Amy. “I guess she’s right,” Amy said.

Lucy looked at me. “It’s up to Rusty,” she said. “It’s his room and his bed. Do you mind sharing it with Autumn all night?”

“Thanks for the offer, Autumn, but I would rather sleep alone,” I said.

Just kidding! That’s definitely NOT what I said!

Autumn, Amy, Lucy, Rusty, Chapter 21

What I really said was, “Thank you, Autumn. I would feel a lot better if you were there.”

“It’s settled then,” said Lucy. “Say goodnight to Amy. It’s time to tuck you into bed.”

Amy hugged me and said goodnight (I was unable to hug her back, but it was still nice). Autumn, Lucy, and I went upstairs and went to my room. Lucy told us to wait a minute and left the room. She came back with a pair of pajamas and a toothbrush for Autumn. Autumn went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Lucy pulled down my bedspread, blanket, and top sheet, and had me lie down on the bed. She began binding my knees and ankles with rope. This was always my favorite part of tie-up games – having someone securely bind my legs together while I was wearing tights. It was an incredible feeling. I knew that the thrill I felt during the process of being tied up was one thing, but spending the next eight hours tied up was quite another. The thrill would soon wear off, and I would be very uncomfortable for a very long time.

Autumn came back, and she looked so incredibly cute. Her borrowed pajamas were a long-sleeved gray shirt and striped drawstring shorts. She walked around to the other side of the bed so I could see her. She remained standing but plopped one foot onto the bed. “I thought you might like it if I left my tights on, since we’re wearing matching pairs. Is that OK with you?”

“Oh, absolutely!” I responded. What an incredibly pretty stockinged foot it was! She put her foot back on the floor and started to climb into bed with me. I’m going to spend the night in bed with the prettiest girl in my class! I could not believe my good luck.

“Before you make yourself too comfortable, I have to ask you to make a decision. If you want to stay, you have to be tied up too,” Lucy told her.

“What?” Autumn exclaimed.

“No!” I said. “You said no one was going to be forced to be tied up anymore!”

“I’m not forcing anyone to do anything,” Lucy answered. “She can leave right now if she wants to. But if she spends the night in your bed, she has to be tied up exactly as you are.”

“But why?” Autumn asked nervously.

“For two reasons. First of all, Rusty agreed to spend the entire night tied up. I don’t want any unauthorized people untying him before the agreed upon time. You were probably planning on untying him five minutes after I leave the two of you alone. The second reason is the same reason you gave Amy. You told her that you would be safe because Rusty would be tied up and unable to molest you. Well, I have to consider Rusty’s safety too. My poor little brother is all tied up and helpless, and I don’t want to run the risk of some girl molesting him all night long.”

Of course, the only reason her “poor little brother” was all tied up was because she had done it to me herself, but my protest was cut off by Autumn.

“But that would defeat the purpose of me being here to help him in case of an emergency!” Autumn said.

“No it wouldn’t,” said Lucy. “Let’s say one of you has a heart attack or something. Neither one of you will be gagged, so the other person can scream for help. Amy and I will come running. Now, what will it be? You can remain free and join the girls, or you can spend the night all tied up in bed with Rusty. Your decision.”

I was, excuse the expression, ‘fit to be tied’. I had come so close to spending the night in bed with Autumn, and now Lucy had ruined it. I could have killed her. Autumn would be leaving, and I was going to spend the next eight hours tied up and alone. I almost cried in frustration.

I almost couldn’t believe my ears when I heard Autumn say, “OK. Tie me up.” Did she really just choose to allow herself to be tied up to spend the night with me, when she was given the choice to remain free? Evidently, Lucy was surprised too.

“Definitely not the choice I would have made, but OK,” she said. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Lucy had brought the bag of ropes with her, and pulled out a piece. “You’re wearing long sleeves, but do you want socks on your hands to prevent rope marks on your wrists?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” Autumn said as she turned and put her hands behind her back.

“Autumn, you don’t have to do this!” I exclaimed. I wanted her to stay, but I didn’t want her to have to endure eight hours of bondage either.

“Hush, Rusty,” Lucy said. “She made her decision.”

Soon, Autumn’s wrists were securely bound together with rope. The roll of duct tape came out of the bag, and Lucy bound it around Autumn the way she had taped me. Autumn's arms were now as immobilized as mine. Lucy made Autumn sit on the bed and tied her knees and ankles securely with rope. She helped Autumn lie down on the bed, and then pulled up the sheet, blanket, and bedspread up and over us. I felt like we were a couple of babies being tucked in by our mom. We were indeed as helpless as a couple of babies.

“Good night, you two. See you in the morning!” Lucy said cheerfully as she left. "Oh, Autumn, don't count on Amy rescuing you. She has no idea that you're tied up, and I'll forget to mention it to her. See you tomorrow!"

Autumn, Amy, Lucy, Rusty Chapter 22

“Oh Autumn! I’m so sorry you got pulled into this again! I …” I started to say, but Autumn interrupted me.

“Wait,” she said quietly. “Let’s turn over so that our backs are together. Your hands are trapped in socks, but I told Lucy not to put any on my hands. I wanted my fingers to be free. Hopefully I can reach the knot with my fingers, untie your wrists, and then you can take off the socks from your hands and untie my wrists.”

“Good idea,” I answered.

It took some time for us to roll over and get in a position where Autumn’s fingers were near my wrist rope.

“Oh, I can’t believe this!” she exclaimed.

“What is it?”

“The sheet and blanket are bunched up between us. I can’t get to your wrist rope. We’re going to have to try to pull them out.”
Our arms were duct taped to our bodies, and my hands were encased in socks, so doing this was almost impossible. I couldn’t grab hold of the sheet, and even if I could, I couldn’t move my arms at all. Autumn too had no ability to move her arms, but at least she could grab the sheet in her hands and try to pull it out from between us.

“This is sad,” she said. “Our great escape may be foiled by a bed sheet.”

She kept trying, squirming and rolling. “It’s working!” she said. She must have gotten a good enough grip on the sheet and blanket and managed to pull it away just enough. “I’m actually touching your wrist rope now!” she said quietly but enthusiastically.

She squirmed around some more until she was just in the right position to explore my wrist rope with her fingers. Our bodies were firmly pressed together, which was an added bonus. She spent the next fifteen minutes attempting to free my wrists.

“Oh Rusty, I’m so sorry,” she said sadly. “I think she put the knot on the other side of your wrists. With my arms taped to my back, I really can’t get to it. We’re totally screwed.”

“No, please don’t worry about it. Let’s roll over again so we’re facing each other, so we can talk easier.”

After another great deal of squirming, we managed to roll onto our sides and faced each other. Autumn had changed in the last twenty minutes. Before we rolled back-to-back, she had been a girl with a plan – a mission to free us from our bonds. Now, she looked defeated. Her hair was disheveled. She had a sad and almost frightened look in her eyes. She knew now that we would not be getting free of our own accord. She was helpless, and she knew it now. In spite of all this, no, probably because of all this, she looked lovelier than ever.

“Are you scared?” I asked her. She nodded sadly.

“I wish you could hold me,” she said.

“Me too,” I said. “Can I …”

“Can you what?” she asked.

“I can’t hold you. But can I kiss you?”

She nodded, smiled, and squirmed and wiggled until she was pressed up against me. Our lips met. My first real kiss. It wasn’t awkward or disappointing, as some first kisses can be. For one thing, we didn’t have to worry about what to do with our arms! It was heavenly. Our bodies were rendered helpless by ropes and duct tape, but our lips and tongues were unhindered, and we gave them free rein. We were the only people in the world at that moment, and it felt so right. When I am 105 years old, I will still be remembering this kiss. It was perfection.

We ended the kiss, and she nestled her head under my chin. Her hair felt so soft, and smelled so good! We didn’t speak for a long time. I closed my eyes and felt perfectly happy.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my neck. “Ouch!” I yelped. I opened my eyes and found Autumn sucking on my neck. I almost screamed in terror that I was tied up in bed with a vampire (vampiress?) with no way to defend myself.

Ohhhh! She’s not sucking my blood to turn me into one of the undead – she’s giving me my first hickey! Yes, this day is certainly one I will never forget. It hurt and felt amazing at the same time. I trembled in excitement. She finished, and looked at me with a wicked smile on her face. “Don’t even think of giving me one. If my parents saw me coming home with a hickey, I wouldn’t be allowed to come here for a sleepover ever again. And I LOVE sleepovers at your house.”

Before I could respond, she kissed me again. It didn’t last as long as the first one, but it was just as wonderful. She eventually pulled away and nestled her head under my chin again. We both sighed in perfect contentment. It turned out that our lips and tongues weren’t the only parts of our bound and helpless bodies we could use. As she nestled against me, she started to rub her feet along the tops of mine. Playing footsie when you’re both wearing tights is incredible, and doing it while completely tied up was mind-blowing. We even rubbed our knees together in a newly discovered means of showing affection. I pretended that Autumn and I had been kidnapped, and our abductors had tied us up and abandoned us for the night, and that we were trying to comfort each other as much as we could despite our severely restricted mobility.

Autumn continued to snuggle against me, and we tried to get some sleep. I fell asleep fairly quickly, but awoke several times during the night every time I tried to roll over.

I woke up when Autumn was prodding my legs with her knees. “It’s almost 7:00, Rusty,” she said. “We’ve almost made it! Hopefully Lucy will un-tie us soon.”

I rolled over to face her. “Good morning,” I told her, sighing as I took in the sight of waking up to Autumn in my bed.

“Kiss me again!” she pleaded.

“I’ve got to warn you, I have morning breath pretty bad,” I said.

“Me too! So it doesn’t matter!”

Our third kiss was as wonderful as the first two. We were still lip locked when we heard a gasp and giggling from the hallway.

“Get a room, you two!” Amy exclaimed. “Oh, they already have a room, don’t they?”

“Hey Amy,” Lucy said. “It’s a very good thing Rusty is fully dressed and tied up, or you and I might have become aunts nine months from now. You don’t think it’s possible to become pregnant through two pairs of tights and two pairs of shorts, do you?”

“Lucy, stop being so crude! We were just giving each other a good morning kiss,” I said.

“Yeah right, a good morning kiss. You two were playing tonsil hockey,” Lucy said with a laugh. She turned to Amy. “My sweet innocent little brother is being corrupted by your sister. Let's switch siblings - you untie my brother and I'll untie your sister," Lucy said as she pulled the blanket and sheet off of us.

"Oh my god!" Amy shrieked. "Autumn's been tied up all night? Lucy, you promised you wouldn't tie anyone up again against their will! How could you do this?"

"Relax Amy. I gave her the choice to join us or be tied up with Rusty. She chose Rusty."

"Autumn, is this true?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, it's true. Can we please continue this discussion later? I have to go the bathroom!"

Autumn, Amy, Lucy, Rusty Chapter 24

Fortunately, Amy and Lucy came prepared with scissors, and the duct tape was cut. We had an unspoken rule, however, that it would be wasteful to cut ropes. So, our wrists were untied rather than being cut loose. It took a little longer, but at last our wrists were free.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Autumn cried out. We all asked what was wrong, but in a couple of seconds I found out. Our arms had been held in unnatural positions for eight hours, and the muscles in our shoulders were cramped. How ironic that being released hurt a lot more than being tied. I explained the problem to Lucy and Amy. They massaged our shoulders, which helped a lot, but it was a long time before I could even move my arms. Amy pulled the long socks off my arms and massaged them. They untied our legs, and for the first time since 11:00 last night, we were completely free. I had almost forgotten what it feels like to have the use of my arms and legs.

Amy and Lucy told us that they would fix breakfast for us. When we came downstairs, it smelled so good. We sat down at the kitchen table while Amy and Lucy finished cooking. All four of us were still wearing tights. Of course, Autumn and I had slept in our tights (we couldn’t have taken them off even if we had wanted to). But, I was pleasantly surprised to see Amy and Lucy were still wearing theirs.

Amy and Lucy brought the food to the table and we all eagerly started eating. It’s amazing how being bound hand and foot for eight hours can build up one’s appetite.

Amy looked at me and nudged Lucy with her elbow. “Did you see your brother’s neck?”

Lucy looked at me, and she and Amy burst out laughing. “Nice hickey, Rusty! Or should I compliment you, Autumn, on your hickey skills?”

Autumn and I both blushed and tried to ignore the teasing. After we finished eating, Lucy said, “Amy and I will clean up. It’s the least we can do after keeping you two tied up all night long. Why don’t you go to the couch and relax?” Then she said with a wink, “I’m sure Autumn needs a leg massage. I had tied up her legs pretty tightly.”

Autumn and I eagerly took Lucy’s suggestion. All too soon Amy and Autumn said they had to go home. Amy went to Lucy’s room to change out of her skirted leotard and white tights. Autumn hadn’t brought extra clothes, since she hadn’t planned on staying overnight. She was going to walk home in her shorts and black tights. I walked her to the door and she slipped on her shoes. She hugged me, gave me another kiss, and said, “We really need to do this again sometime."

THE END

Epilogue - FIVE YEARS LATER

My calculus class had just ended, and I was strolling on the lawns of the university, enjoying the beautiful spring morning.

“Rusty! Rusty – is that you?” a voice called out.

I looked around, and saw a very attractive girl heading my way.

“It is you!” she yelled as she ran up to me and threw her arms around me for a big hug. She nearly knocked me over, but I wouldn’t have minded.

“Autumn? Oh my god! What are you doing here? Last I heard you were planning on going to the University of Oregon!”

“It didn’t work out, but I got a scholarship here, so here I am! I am so glad to see you! Do you have time for coffee? I would love to get caught up on all your news when you’re available.”

“Sorry, I have a lot of calculus homework to do,” I said.

Just kidding! That is not what I said.

“I’m done with classes for the day,” I replied. “I would love to!” Even if I had more classes that day, I would have skipped them. Heck, even if I had been scheduled to have heart surgery, I would have skipped that too.

We got some coffee and found an empty table. “How is Amy?” I asked.

“She’s fine. She got her bachelor’s degree in the fall, and she’s engaged!”

“That’s great! Please tell her hi from me next time you talk to her,” I said.

“And what is Lucy doing now?” Autumn asked.

“She’s at the convent. She’s going to be a nun,” I answered.

Autumn rolled her eyes. “No, really, what is she doing?”

I brought up a photo on my phone. “No, really,” I said, showing Autumn the picture. “This was taken when she was a postulant. She’s a novice now.”

Autumn looked at the picture. “Holy crap …, uh, sorry, I mean, that’s wonderful! Wait, is this for real? She’s going to have to give up guys? She’s going to have to be obedient and holy?”

We looked at each other for a second, and then we both laughed hysterically.

“It’s all true,” I said. “I never saw it coming. My sister is going to be a sister. I’ll never be an uncle now."

“Well good for her! She’ll probably be mother superior in no time! And what about you? Any serious relationships going on?”

“No,” I answered. “Not really. I’ve gone out with a couple of girls, but nothing serious."

“A couple of girls!” Autumn exclaimed. “At the same time? Rusty, I’m impressed!”

“No, not at the same time!” I laughed. “What about you? Any special guy in your life?”

“No. I had a boyfriend, but we broke up before I moved here. It never got very serious anyway.”

She took a sip of her coffee, and leaned toward me, speaking quietly enough that the people at the next table couldn't hear. “Remember those crazy tie-up games we used to play whenever your mom left town?”

“Oh yeah! How could I forget?” I said. “Those were fun times.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “I miss that.”

She put her hand on my hand, squeezed it, and said, “I really, REALLY miss that.”

THE END (or is it only the beginning?)

[TJtrack99]

Oooh I’ve never wanted to shake somebody through the screen as much as when Rusty lets his sister escape. Silly boy! Still, being tied up in tights doesn’t sound so bad...

Also we see that Rusty Amy and Autumn have much better hearts. They didn’t even try to use her being tied to the chair to their advantage! But I suppose she was right, it would just keep escalating...

Amazing story! Are there any others from the author?

[iliketights]

@T[mention]TJtrack99[/mention]

Thanks TJtrack99! I appreciate your comments! Yes, I do have more stories here.

The prequel to this story "Prisoner in My Room" http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=1361

A story with different characters, "Thirteen Cents" http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=17&t=838

[Alboreland]

Nice story