"Mommy, please! Just a small party! We also promise not to drink any alcohol, to clean everything up afterwards and to only talk at a low volume! Please, Mom!"
But your mother remains firm. In her eyes, your recent school performance doesn't allow for even the smallest party - not even for your fifteenth birthday! You throw yourself angrily on your bed. Your mother wishes you good night, but you demonstratively turn away! Sighing, your mother turns off the light.
As you can't sleep for a long time because of the disappointment that the party was canceled, a short time later you hear your mother on the phone through the closed door. You prick up your ears. Apparently her boss has forced her to attend a full-day training course - on your birthday of all days! You punch your pillow angrily! Although - if your mother has to work, you could perhaps have your party in secret if you clean everything up afterwards - what Mommy doesn't know won't hurt her! You fall asleep in a much better mood.
In order not to attract too much attention, you only invited your best friend Kim. But today, luck doesn't seem to be on your side: Kim can't come to you for a few hours because she has tradesmen in her house and has to help her mother clean.
At least: The delay gives you enough time to buy a few things for the party and to do some tidying up. The latter isn't exactly one of your favorite activities, but you're overcoming your inner laziness for your birthday guest today. You even whistle a happy tune while you clean. Could it be that you have a little crush on Kim? Or are you even head over heels in love with her?
Whatever the case, the prospect of seeing your friend makes you swing the cleaning rag in a flash. You rush through the apartment, swinging the cleaning rag so hard that you almost miss the doorbell. Was your girlfriend able to tear herself away from her mother who was cleaning up earlier?
With a cheerful "I'm coming, Kim, my darling!" you open the door - and look down the barrel of a gun!
With your hands raised, I guide you into your mother's bedroom and tie you spreadeagled to her bed with ropes. A ball gag between your teeth gives me the peace I need to search all the drawers for money and jewelry in front of you.
Since I know that your mother is on a training course, I can take my time. In front of you, I search every drawer and find not only money and bank card, but also the outrageously expensive cell phone that you asked your mother for for your birthday. I read the card and put your cell phone away with the words: "How convenient that it's my birthday today too!" You feel like crying, but you can't do anything in your spreadeagled position.
I don't yet know the PIN number for your mother's bank card, but after my fingers have been running over the soles of your feet for a few minutes, this gap in my knowledge is closed. I wish you a happy birthday again and turn to leave - when I hear the front door being unlocked! A girl's voice says: "Hello, this is Kim! Phew, the workmen can finally manage our apartment on their own! Happy birthday!" A short pause in which I hold my hand over your mouth, which is already closed with the ball gag, to be on the safe side. Then I hear Kim's voice again: "Why aren't you answering? Is this supposed to be a surprise? Are you upstairs?"
While I continue to hold your mouth shut and point the gun at the door to the room with my other hand, I say: "This will indeed be a surprise for Kim!" The footsteps on the stairs are getting louder and louder...
Feedback requested.
Home Invasion Birthday - request by Tuggymale M/mf
Part 2:
One of my hands is still pressed firmly against your mouth. The other hand is pointing the gun at the bedroom door. You consider whether it is better to scream despite the two gags in your mouth - the rubber ball and my hand - and thus attract Kim's attention, or to remain quiet and hope that she somehow gets out of the danger zone on her own. Before you can make a decision, your girlfriend opens your bedroom door with a loud "Happy birthday, honey!" Now you let out a scream muffled by the gag.
Kim, on the other hand, is speechless for a moment. But then she laughs and says, to your great surprise: "That looks funny. Can I play with you? And don't you want to introduce me to your new playmate?" Then she turns to me and says: "My boyfriend does theater, you know?"
Seconds of tense silence follow. You pray that I don't shoot Kim immediately for her naive question. But after a short period of reflection, I say politely: "Of course! By the way: I'm... Jack, nice to meet you!" My short pause has immediately revealed to you that I've given her the wrong name. Your friend nods and asks: "Great! My name is Kim. And: What role has my boyfriend planned for me in this script? The heroic policewoman or the gangster's unscrupulous accomplice?"
I grin maliciously - which of course your naive friend doesn't notice: "Don't settle for supporting roles, Kim! You're playing a leading role - as the second hostage!" I say, and then immediately point my gun at her again.
Laughing, Kim raises her hands and says theatrically: "Please don't shoot, Mr. Burglar! I'll do what you want!" After a short pause, during which she can barely suppress a giggle, she says a sentence that makes your heart skip a beat: "I think you'll have to tie me up now too, Mr. Jack Burglar!"
To be continued - after feedback.
One of my hands is still pressed firmly against your mouth. The other hand is pointing the gun at the bedroom door. You consider whether it is better to scream despite the two gags in your mouth - the rubber ball and my hand - and thus attract Kim's attention, or to remain quiet and hope that she somehow gets out of the danger zone on her own. Before you can make a decision, your girlfriend opens your bedroom door with a loud "Happy birthday, honey!" Now you let out a scream muffled by the gag.
Kim, on the other hand, is speechless for a moment. But then she laughs and says, to your great surprise: "That looks funny. Can I play with you? And don't you want to introduce me to your new playmate?" Then she turns to me and says: "My boyfriend does theater, you know?"
Seconds of tense silence follow. You pray that I don't shoot Kim immediately for her naive question. But after a short period of reflection, I say politely: "Of course! By the way: I'm... Jack, nice to meet you!" My short pause has immediately revealed to you that I've given her the wrong name. Your friend nods and asks: "Great! My name is Kim. And: What role has my boyfriend planned for me in this script? The heroic policewoman or the gangster's unscrupulous accomplice?"
I grin maliciously - which of course your naive friend doesn't notice: "Don't settle for supporting roles, Kim! You're playing a leading role - as the second hostage!" I say, and then immediately point my gun at her again.
Laughing, Kim raises her hands and says theatrically: "Please don't shoot, Mr. Burglar! I'll do what you want!" After a short pause, during which she can barely suppress a giggle, she says a sentence that makes your heart skip a beat: "I think you'll have to tie me up now too, Mr. Jack Burglar!"
To be continued - after feedback.
Chapter 3:
Kim wants to be tied on the floor - far enough away from the bed that you can see everything. Of course I grant her this wish immediately! But when I cross her wrists behind her back, she shakes her head vigorously. "Not like that - like that!" She leaves her arms behind her back, but puts her palms together. "Okay - but don't try to fool me!" Even though I still don't quite understand her plan, I tie her hands parallel, as she asks. In addition to the tied wrists, she asks me to tie her elbows together first and then her thumbs.
When that's done, she beams and demonstrates to us that with this type of binding, her remaining fingers cannot possibly reach the knots on her wrists - not to mention the tied thumbs. I have to remember that! The binding of her feet is the same - legs parallel, with ropes around her thighs, ankles and big toes. At her request, I pull the rope around her ankles through her wrist cuffs once before tying it out of reach of her fingers. And now Kim is lying on the floor in a hogtie.
Kim tests her bondage and says: "Great - I can't get out of here without help! I guess I'll have to wait until my brave prince..." - she nods in your direction with a contented sigh - "has loosened his rope bonds, escaped from his castle dungeon, climbed down and defeated the evil dragon. Then he unties his princess and we kiss and...!" She is silent and gives you a doting look.
You don't return her gaze - after all, you - her "brave prince" - are still tied to the bed spread-eagled. There's no way you could "climb down"! Normally you admire your girlfriend for her vivid imagination - but today it seems to have completely clouded her senses!
Even when I put Kim's wallet and watch in my jacket, she still doesn't realize the seriousness of the situation. Only when I rip off her silver necklace with a strong tug - which leaves a slightly bleeding scratch on her neck, nothing dangerous! - does she ask in surprise: "Ouch, that hurts! Are you a robber baron, sir?"
"That's right, princess - but now your love songs are over!" I say, before I stuff a scarf into the completely taken aback Kim's mouth. Then I bow and say: "What a wonderful spectacle. Thank you for your performance - and your earnings!" Then I leave your apartment with my treasures and leave you both behind - she in a hogtie on the floor and you spreadeagled on the bed. No chance of freeing each other!
While your suddenly returned to reality girlfriend cries loudly into her gag, you seriously consider finding a less imaginative girlfriend - if you survive this "adventure"!
Do you still like it?
Kim wants to be tied on the floor - far enough away from the bed that you can see everything. Of course I grant her this wish immediately! But when I cross her wrists behind her back, she shakes her head vigorously. "Not like that - like that!" She leaves her arms behind her back, but puts her palms together. "Okay - but don't try to fool me!" Even though I still don't quite understand her plan, I tie her hands parallel, as she asks. In addition to the tied wrists, she asks me to tie her elbows together first and then her thumbs.
When that's done, she beams and demonstrates to us that with this type of binding, her remaining fingers cannot possibly reach the knots on her wrists - not to mention the tied thumbs. I have to remember that! The binding of her feet is the same - legs parallel, with ropes around her thighs, ankles and big toes. At her request, I pull the rope around her ankles through her wrist cuffs once before tying it out of reach of her fingers. And now Kim is lying on the floor in a hogtie.
Kim tests her bondage and says: "Great - I can't get out of here without help! I guess I'll have to wait until my brave prince..." - she nods in your direction with a contented sigh - "has loosened his rope bonds, escaped from his castle dungeon, climbed down and defeated the evil dragon. Then he unties his princess and we kiss and...!" She is silent and gives you a doting look.
You don't return her gaze - after all, you - her "brave prince" - are still tied to the bed spread-eagled. There's no way you could "climb down"! Normally you admire your girlfriend for her vivid imagination - but today it seems to have completely clouded her senses!
Even when I put Kim's wallet and watch in my jacket, she still doesn't realize the seriousness of the situation. Only when I rip off her silver necklace with a strong tug - which leaves a slightly bleeding scratch on her neck, nothing dangerous! - does she ask in surprise: "Ouch, that hurts! Are you a robber baron, sir?"
"That's right, princess - but now your love songs are over!" I say, before I stuff a scarf into the completely taken aback Kim's mouth. Then I bow and say: "What a wonderful spectacle. Thank you for your performance - and your earnings!" Then I leave your apartment with my treasures and leave you both behind - she in a hogtie on the floor and you spreadeagled on the bed. No chance of freeing each other!
While your suddenly returned to reality girlfriend cries loudly into her gag, you seriously consider finding a less imaginative girlfriend - if you survive this "adventure"!
Do you still like it?
First of all, I would like to thank you for your comments so far, @tuggymale, which I am collecting again in the right place:
- "It's amazing, thank you so much!"
- "Yes, definitely. But it would be nice if you could describe a bit more detailed how Kim gets tied up. But in the end is still up to you, you decide."
- "Very good, I like the twist, it's really good. Thank you so much for writing this."
- "This is awesome. I don't know if you included Kim's watch on purpose, but I love it. The hogtie is amazing. I am so excited to see where this goes. I mean... if you plan another part"
Thanks again. And now I'll satisfy your curiosity in
Chapter 4:
When I got to my hiding place, I had just stowed away my loot when I noticed that my handkerchief was missing. Not a normal paper handkerchief, but a cloth handkerchief with my initials on it, which my grandmother left me on her deathbed. I think about where I could have lost it - actually only in your apartment! I groan loudly! But since the handkerchief has a high emotional value for me, and secondly my fingerprints and initials are on it, I have to go back whether I like it or not. Well - those who can't use their head must use their back - and it's better to take the detour to your apartment than the direct route to prison!
I find you exactly as I left you: you spread eagled on the bed and your girlfriend hogtied on the floor in front of you. Your disheveled hair and sweaty bodies show me that you have of course tried to free yourselves - but I'm no beginner at my job! All the ropes are still as tight as when I left you, and the gags are still doing their job.
Your cries for help get stuck in both of your throats and you turn white as a sheet when you recognize me! You are both sure that my return can only mean one thing - to eliminate the only two eyewitnesses to my crime forever!
But that was never my intention! I find my handkerchief, put it in my pocket and am just about to leave your apartment when I think that you could perhaps use something to drink. I take the gags off you, get a water bottle from your fridge, open it and hold it to your lips one after the other with the words: "If you spit on me or scream, you will regret it!"
You both drink greedily - your throats were really dry! But while you, @tuggymale, politely thank me for the unexpected donation of liquid, Kim starts to rant: "Thank you? Thank you for what? For my jewelry being gone? For that guy holding me against my will? Well, thank you very much!" The sarcastic undertone is unmistakable.
You try to calm Kim down by pointing out that you both are at least unharmed so far, but she starts complaining again immediately: "The gentleman can say that, he is lying on a comfortable mattress!" She completely ignores your justified objection that every time you try to move, the ropes cut into your wrists and ankles and you are freezing without the blanket! "Stop it!", Kim complains. "Not only do I have to lie on my stomach the whole time, which makes it difficult for me to breathe, but unlike you, I also have these crappy and completely unnecessary cable ties around my poor innocent thumbs!" As if to prove it, she fidgets with her tied thumbs. Apparently she has completely forgotten that she herself requested this type of bondage when she still thought the whole thing was a harmless game...
You try again to calm your girlfriend down, but she has now worked herself into a rage. Logical arguments are no longer of any use to you. You are so desperate that you beg me to gag Kim again! I'm considering whether I should comply with your request - or go get some popcorn instead! This is truly Oscar-worthy cinema from both of you.
Feedback requested - on the right place this time.
- "It's amazing, thank you so much!"
- "Yes, definitely. But it would be nice if you could describe a bit more detailed how Kim gets tied up. But in the end is still up to you, you decide."
- "Very good, I like the twist, it's really good. Thank you so much for writing this."
- "This is awesome. I don't know if you included Kim's watch on purpose, but I love it. The hogtie is amazing. I am so excited to see where this goes. I mean... if you plan another part"
Thanks again. And now I'll satisfy your curiosity in
Chapter 4:
When I got to my hiding place, I had just stowed away my loot when I noticed that my handkerchief was missing. Not a normal paper handkerchief, but a cloth handkerchief with my initials on it, which my grandmother left me on her deathbed. I think about where I could have lost it - actually only in your apartment! I groan loudly! But since the handkerchief has a high emotional value for me, and secondly my fingerprints and initials are on it, I have to go back whether I like it or not. Well - those who can't use their head must use their back - and it's better to take the detour to your apartment than the direct route to prison!
I find you exactly as I left you: you spread eagled on the bed and your girlfriend hogtied on the floor in front of you. Your disheveled hair and sweaty bodies show me that you have of course tried to free yourselves - but I'm no beginner at my job! All the ropes are still as tight as when I left you, and the gags are still doing their job.
Your cries for help get stuck in both of your throats and you turn white as a sheet when you recognize me! You are both sure that my return can only mean one thing - to eliminate the only two eyewitnesses to my crime forever!
But that was never my intention! I find my handkerchief, put it in my pocket and am just about to leave your apartment when I think that you could perhaps use something to drink. I take the gags off you, get a water bottle from your fridge, open it and hold it to your lips one after the other with the words: "If you spit on me or scream, you will regret it!"
You both drink greedily - your throats were really dry! But while you, @tuggymale, politely thank me for the unexpected donation of liquid, Kim starts to rant: "Thank you? Thank you for what? For my jewelry being gone? For that guy holding me against my will? Well, thank you very much!" The sarcastic undertone is unmistakable.
You try to calm Kim down by pointing out that you both are at least unharmed so far, but she starts complaining again immediately: "The gentleman can say that, he is lying on a comfortable mattress!" She completely ignores your justified objection that every time you try to move, the ropes cut into your wrists and ankles and you are freezing without the blanket! "Stop it!", Kim complains. "Not only do I have to lie on my stomach the whole time, which makes it difficult for me to breathe, but unlike you, I also have these crappy and completely unnecessary cable ties around my poor innocent thumbs!" As if to prove it, she fidgets with her tied thumbs. Apparently she has completely forgotten that she herself requested this type of bondage when she still thought the whole thing was a harmless game...
You try again to calm your girlfriend down, but she has now worked herself into a rage. Logical arguments are no longer of any use to you. You are so desperate that you beg me to gag Kim again! I'm considering whether I should comply with your request - or go get some popcorn instead! This is truly Oscar-worthy cinema from both of you.
Feedback requested - on the right place this time.
Awesome! Really awesome. I Love this. Thank you so much
Part 5:
In the evening I bring you something to eat and drink. Firstly, you are of no use to me if you are dying of hunger and thirst, and secondly, hostages with full stomachs are usually much more sociable. You both ask me to at least remove the ropes from your wrists during your eating, but that is too dangerous for me. Instead, I simply hold the sandwiches with cheese, ham and tomatoes in front of your faces and let you take small bites until you have eaten everything. You don't mind at all that the tomato juice drips onto your T-shirts. I also simply hold the water bottles to your lips, again with the warning not to spit on me. You gratefully let the cool water run down your parched throats. After the events of the last few hours, the sandwiches and water seemed like a five-star meal.
But my hope that you would be more cooperative with full stomachs does not last long. Once again, Kim complains about the cable ties that firmly bind their thumbs together. She doesn't understand why only her thumbs are tied together and yours aren't. She doesn't accept your correct objection that despite her thumbs being tied she has more freedom of movement than you, who is tied spread-eagle on the bed. At some point you lose your patience and say that tied thumbs are an exclusive privilege of the biggest pains in the ass. Now your girlfriend is really speechless for a moment!
I'm not getting involved in your discussion - as long as you don't agree with each other, your already slim chances of escaping are zero. Maybe that's exactly what I wanted to achieve by tying you differently, i.e. the opposite of cooperation? After all, if you're angry, you can't develop a promising escape plan. We'll never know... Besides, I find it quite amusing to listen to your argument - better than the movies!
Unfortunately, at some point your argument reaches a volume that forces me to seal both of your mouths again - this time I decide to use silver tape. Problem solved!
Suddenly I have to yawn. A glance at the clock tells me that it's time for bed - for you too! But I'll write about the night in the next chapter - if you even want to and tell me again what you thought of the chapter, @Tuggymale.
In the evening I bring you something to eat and drink. Firstly, you are of no use to me if you are dying of hunger and thirst, and secondly, hostages with full stomachs are usually much more sociable. You both ask me to at least remove the ropes from your wrists during your eating, but that is too dangerous for me. Instead, I simply hold the sandwiches with cheese, ham and tomatoes in front of your faces and let you take small bites until you have eaten everything. You don't mind at all that the tomato juice drips onto your T-shirts. I also simply hold the water bottles to your lips, again with the warning not to spit on me. You gratefully let the cool water run down your parched throats. After the events of the last few hours, the sandwiches and water seemed like a five-star meal.
But my hope that you would be more cooperative with full stomachs does not last long. Once again, Kim complains about the cable ties that firmly bind their thumbs together. She doesn't understand why only her thumbs are tied together and yours aren't. She doesn't accept your correct objection that despite her thumbs being tied she has more freedom of movement than you, who is tied spread-eagle on the bed. At some point you lose your patience and say that tied thumbs are an exclusive privilege of the biggest pains in the ass. Now your girlfriend is really speechless for a moment!
I'm not getting involved in your discussion - as long as you don't agree with each other, your already slim chances of escaping are zero. Maybe that's exactly what I wanted to achieve by tying you differently, i.e. the opposite of cooperation? After all, if you're angry, you can't develop a promising escape plan. We'll never know... Besides, I find it quite amusing to listen to your argument - better than the movies!
Unfortunately, at some point your argument reaches a volume that forces me to seal both of your mouths again - this time I decide to use silver tape. Problem solved!
Suddenly I have to yawn. A glance at the clock tells me that it's time for bed - for you too! But I'll write about the night in the next chapter - if you even want to and tell me again what you thought of the chapter, @Tuggymale.
Nice story! Thank you @johopp 
I mean, I‘d still love to see where this will go, but in the end it‘s up to you whether you still write more or not.
So I‘m having some relationship issues with my gf, huh? Not bad haha, I still really like it, you‘re doing this great!
So I‘m having some relationship issues with my gf, huh? Not bad haha, I still really like it, you‘re doing this great!
As long as you like the story - and I don't run out of ideas - I'll keep writing.
Chapter 6:
Despite - or perhaps because of - the unusual circumstances, you try to get as much sleep as possible. After all, you don't know what the next day will hold for you, so you have to be as fit as possible, both physically and mentally.
But two things limit the amount of sleep you get this night: firstly, the ropes on your wrists and ankles, which keep waking you up as soon as you try to turn over, and secondly, your girlfriend, who keeps bursting into tears.
At some point, your patience runs out and you tell your girlfriend quite harshly that she should be quiet! Kim looks at you with teary eyes and says: "Have you ever thought that this could be our last night on earth? That he could kill us tomorrow? After all, we witnessed his crime!"
Although you've had this thought before, you try to keep a clear head and calm your girlfriend down: "If he had planned that, we would have been dead long ago, believe me, Kim! And even if it were our last night on this planet, at least we'll spend it together - `for better or for worse, until death do us part!` - in the truest sense of the word!"
Your girlfriend laughs: "Well, we're not married yet, but..." - she hesitates for a moment and then says: "As you know, I can't get on my knees now because of some ties - but I promise you here and now that I'll propose to you as soon as we're of legal age!" You nod. "If we survive this, we'll survive anything - even marriage!" Kim laughs again: "You idiot! But my promise stands! Good night!"
Now you both get some sleep this night - even with a pleasant dream, Including a wedding dress and suit. But when I wake you up the next morning, Kim suddenly complains that her thumbs have gone numb. She asks me to cut the cable ties around her thumbs and asks: "By the way, why did you only tie my thumbs and not my husbands ... I meant my boyfriend's?"
Instead of answering, I look for a pair of scissors. No matter - Kim is happy to forgo an answer in this case. She holds her thumbs out to me expectantly when I find the scissors. But before I cut, I disinfect a pin with alcohol.
You look at me questioningly. Kim asks: "What are you planning to do? OUCH!" The prick of the needle causes a drop of blood to come out of Kim's right thumb, and the alcohol makes the wound burn, but that's better than it getting infected!
I take out two plasters - I stick one over the wound on Kim's thumb, the other over her mouth. Then I scold: "You lied to me, Kim! If your thumbs were numb, you wouldn't have felt the prick of the needle at all!"
Kim mumbles an apology that is incomprehensible through the plaster on her lips, but I say: "Save it, Kim! The cable tie around your thumbs is staying on now. Your own fault! And I have to punish you
here and now for lying to me!"
To be continued - if you still want it!
Chapter 6:
Despite - or perhaps because of - the unusual circumstances, you try to get as much sleep as possible. After all, you don't know what the next day will hold for you, so you have to be as fit as possible, both physically and mentally.
But two things limit the amount of sleep you get this night: firstly, the ropes on your wrists and ankles, which keep waking you up as soon as you try to turn over, and secondly, your girlfriend, who keeps bursting into tears.
At some point, your patience runs out and you tell your girlfriend quite harshly that she should be quiet! Kim looks at you with teary eyes and says: "Have you ever thought that this could be our last night on earth? That he could kill us tomorrow? After all, we witnessed his crime!"
Although you've had this thought before, you try to keep a clear head and calm your girlfriend down: "If he had planned that, we would have been dead long ago, believe me, Kim! And even if it were our last night on this planet, at least we'll spend it together - `for better or for worse, until death do us part!` - in the truest sense of the word!"
Your girlfriend laughs: "Well, we're not married yet, but..." - she hesitates for a moment and then says: "As you know, I can't get on my knees now because of some ties - but I promise you here and now that I'll propose to you as soon as we're of legal age!" You nod. "If we survive this, we'll survive anything - even marriage!" Kim laughs again: "You idiot! But my promise stands! Good night!"
Now you both get some sleep this night - even with a pleasant dream, Including a wedding dress and suit. But when I wake you up the next morning, Kim suddenly complains that her thumbs have gone numb. She asks me to cut the cable ties around her thumbs and asks: "By the way, why did you only tie my thumbs and not my husbands ... I meant my boyfriend's?"
Instead of answering, I look for a pair of scissors. No matter - Kim is happy to forgo an answer in this case. She holds her thumbs out to me expectantly when I find the scissors. But before I cut, I disinfect a pin with alcohol.
You look at me questioningly. Kim asks: "What are you planning to do? OUCH!" The prick of the needle causes a drop of blood to come out of Kim's right thumb, and the alcohol makes the wound burn, but that's better than it getting infected!
I take out two plasters - I stick one over the wound on Kim's thumb, the other over her mouth. Then I scold: "You lied to me, Kim! If your thumbs were numb, you wouldn't have felt the prick of the needle at all!"
Kim mumbles an apology that is incomprehensible through the plaster on her lips, but I say: "Save it, Kim! The cable tie around your thumbs is staying on now. Your own fault! And I have to punish you
here and now for lying to me!"
To be continued - if you still want it!
This is amazing! Awesome. I also really like the love story part.
By the way, I actually learned something now, I didn’t know that you wouldn’t feel that sting if your finger would be numb.
Just asking: Do we ever change positions or the room? I think that could bring something new to the story, depending on what you‘ll do.
But it’s your story, write it as you want
By the way, I actually learned something now, I didn’t know that you wouldn’t feel that sting if your finger would be numb.
Just asking: Do we ever change positions or the room? I think that could bring something new to the story, depending on what you‘ll do.
But it’s your story, write it as you want
I'm always open to constructive suggestions
Chapter 7
A sudden noise makes all three of us jump. I look out the window and see that several police cars are stopped in front of the house. "Damn it - which one of you bastards called the cops?". I get a knife out of the kitchen drawer and hold it to Kim's throat. "If you don't tell me in three seconds which of you two called the cops, the little girl here is dead! One... two...!" I press the knife a little harder against Kim's neck.
From your and Kim's frightened whimpering and your eyes wide open in shock, I can see that none of you is responsible for the police operation. Otherwise one of you would have confessed long ago to save the other's life.
I look around the apartment in a flash - and discover your mother's car keys. Then I untie you and throw you one of your girlfriend's pink princess dresses while I tie Kim's hands behind her back again, this time wrists crossed, but without tied thumbs. "Thank you!" she says. You first look at the dress, then at me with a questioning look. What I then say leaves you speechless!
"You're going to put the dress on now and then we'll go to the garage! Hurry up!" You want to object, but quickly see the knife at your girlfriend's throat and her pleading look! You have no choice!
When you've changed, you turn away in shame. I direct you both into the elevator at gunpoint and then to the garage. Thank God no one sees you!
I open your mother's car with the remote key and order your girlfriend to climb into the trunk of the car. There I tie her in a hogtie again - this time without thumbs, which she acknowledges with a grateful sigh. I slide a narrow board between the trunk floor and the lid to ensure the air supply and close the lid. Your heart breaks when you see the trunk lid close to the narrow gap.
When Kim is safely stowed away, I order you to climb into the passenger seat. After tying your hands behind the backrest, I sit down in the driver's seat and start the engine. We drive off to an unknown destination.
I answer the question before you can ask me. "Why should you wear Kim's dress? Because it fits you, of course! Besides, you'll be so embarrassed to be seen in it that you won't want to draw the attention of other drivers or the police. And now relax and pray that we don't get caught in a traffic jam or a police checkpoint, then we'll soon be in our new hiding place and you'll quickly be rid of the embarrassing dress, and no one except the three of us will ever find out about it - I promise!" With these words, I start the engine. We're leaving and for the first time since we first "got to know each other" you'd like to swap places with Kim.
Feedback is welcome again.
Chapter 7
A sudden noise makes all three of us jump. I look out the window and see that several police cars are stopped in front of the house. "Damn it - which one of you bastards called the cops?". I get a knife out of the kitchen drawer and hold it to Kim's throat. "If you don't tell me in three seconds which of you two called the cops, the little girl here is dead! One... two...!" I press the knife a little harder against Kim's neck.
From your and Kim's frightened whimpering and your eyes wide open in shock, I can see that none of you is responsible for the police operation. Otherwise one of you would have confessed long ago to save the other's life.
I look around the apartment in a flash - and discover your mother's car keys. Then I untie you and throw you one of your girlfriend's pink princess dresses while I tie Kim's hands behind her back again, this time wrists crossed, but without tied thumbs. "Thank you!" she says. You first look at the dress, then at me with a questioning look. What I then say leaves you speechless!
"You're going to put the dress on now and then we'll go to the garage! Hurry up!" You want to object, but quickly see the knife at your girlfriend's throat and her pleading look! You have no choice!
When you've changed, you turn away in shame. I direct you both into the elevator at gunpoint and then to the garage. Thank God no one sees you!
I open your mother's car with the remote key and order your girlfriend to climb into the trunk of the car. There I tie her in a hogtie again - this time without thumbs, which she acknowledges with a grateful sigh. I slide a narrow board between the trunk floor and the lid to ensure the air supply and close the lid. Your heart breaks when you see the trunk lid close to the narrow gap.
When Kim is safely stowed away, I order you to climb into the passenger seat. After tying your hands behind the backrest, I sit down in the driver's seat and start the engine. We drive off to an unknown destination.
I answer the question before you can ask me. "Why should you wear Kim's dress? Because it fits you, of course! Besides, you'll be so embarrassed to be seen in it that you won't want to draw the attention of other drivers or the police. And now relax and pray that we don't get caught in a traffic jam or a police checkpoint, then we'll soon be in our new hiding place and you'll quickly be rid of the embarrassing dress, and no one except the three of us will ever find out about it - I promise!" With these words, I start the engine. We're leaving and for the first time since we first "got to know each other" you'd like to swap places with Kim.
Feedback is welcome again.
How did you even think of that??? Hell, I love it haha. That, well, really is embarrassing. Maybe you could have me keeping it on to embarrass me even more, especially in front of Kim.
By the way I just wanna add, I really appreciate that you do everything I‘d like to happen. At least so far you‘ve done that. That’s really nice of you, because, as I already said, in the end, you are still the writer and decide what comes into the story. But I‘m glad you actually listen to me.
You’re doing really great, thanks a lot
By the way I just wanna add, I really appreciate that you do everything I‘d like to happen. At least so far you‘ve done that. That’s really nice of you, because, as I already said, in the end, you are still the writer and decide what comes into the story. But I‘m glad you actually listen to me.
You’re doing really great, thanks a lot
Sorry for the delay
Chapter 8
For the first time since the beginning of this strange day, Kim can laugh again: the idea of you in her dress is just too funny. Even in her cramped, dark trunk, this image in her head makes the situation much easier to bear. Maybe she should make you wear this dress as punishment if you forget your anniversary again or don't pay enough attention to her? She has to laugh again - until the horrible thought pops into her head: "... if you both survive today!"
And you? You don't think much. You sit in the passenger seat with a bright red face. You don't feel the ropes that hold your wrists together behind the backrest, nor can you formulate a halfway clear thought. The only thing you really want is to sink into the ground in shame! You have completely forgotten about your girlfriend locked in the trunk - not because you are rude, but because you are completely preoccupied with yourself and your heart beating too fast with excitement, which must be heard for miles. You are not really aware of your surroundings - you are in a trance!
I, on the other hand, keep my eyes firmly on the road, because if we have an accident, it will not help either of us! But once we are in hiding, I will pay much more attention to both of my "honored guests", I promise!
Even if I had concentrated more on you during these minutes, you probably wouldn't have noticed. Nor do you notice the flickering lights that suddenly appear in front of us out of nowhere. Police! Damn it!
Stay calm! I hand the policeman my perfectly fake driver's license, which he gives back to me without complaint. Only then does he notice you in the passenger seat and laughs: "Well, you don't see something like that every day! Nice dress! Lost a bet, eh? But you need to drink more water, your head is already all red!" Apparently he didn't notice your hands tied behind your back - and that your red face isn't from the heat, but only from embarrassment!
The policeman gives me back the papers and says: "Everything's fine! Have a good trip!" But then he hears noises from the trunk. He points to it and asks: "Can I take a quick look inside?"
As always, I look forward to your feedback!
Chapter 8
For the first time since the beginning of this strange day, Kim can laugh again: the idea of you in her dress is just too funny. Even in her cramped, dark trunk, this image in her head makes the situation much easier to bear. Maybe she should make you wear this dress as punishment if you forget your anniversary again or don't pay enough attention to her? She has to laugh again - until the horrible thought pops into her head: "... if you both survive today!"
And you? You don't think much. You sit in the passenger seat with a bright red face. You don't feel the ropes that hold your wrists together behind the backrest, nor can you formulate a halfway clear thought. The only thing you really want is to sink into the ground in shame! You have completely forgotten about your girlfriend locked in the trunk - not because you are rude, but because you are completely preoccupied with yourself and your heart beating too fast with excitement, which must be heard for miles. You are not really aware of your surroundings - you are in a trance!
I, on the other hand, keep my eyes firmly on the road, because if we have an accident, it will not help either of us! But once we are in hiding, I will pay much more attention to both of my "honored guests", I promise!
Even if I had concentrated more on you during these minutes, you probably wouldn't have noticed. Nor do you notice the flickering lights that suddenly appear in front of us out of nowhere. Police! Damn it!
Stay calm! I hand the policeman my perfectly fake driver's license, which he gives back to me without complaint. Only then does he notice you in the passenger seat and laughs: "Well, you don't see something like that every day! Nice dress! Lost a bet, eh? But you need to drink more water, your head is already all red!" Apparently he didn't notice your hands tied behind your back - and that your red face isn't from the heat, but only from embarrassment!
The policeman gives me back the papers and says: "Everything's fine! Have a good trip!" But then he hears noises from the trunk. He points to it and asks: "Can I take a quick look inside?"
As always, I look forward to your feedback!
Oooh, nice twist. I‘m curious what will happen next. This is so awesome
Thank you very much
Chapter 9
For the next few minutes, neither you nor Kim are able to speak. But this time it's not because your mouths are gagged - that's not the case for once! Your unfamiliar clothing isn't the reason for your silence either - it's more your astonishment at the story I'm telling the officers!
To make a long story short: I claim that you broke up with Kim, but she didn't accept it. Instead of talking to you sensibly about it, she first destroyed all your clothes out of revenge and then threatened to kill herself if you didn't come back to her immediately! By chance, I just came along, overpowered her and tied her up - for our safety, but also for her own. And now we're on our way to a psychiatric clinic to have her mental state examined. Since she tore up all your clothes, you only had one of her dresses left to wear.
The officers ask you if the story is true. Kim vehemently denies it. You want to say something too when you feel a familiar object in your ribs. I position myself so that the officers cannot see the gun. I put my other arm on your shoulder, apparently to comfort you.
You have no choice. Intimidated by the gun and with a trembling voice, you confirm your friend's alleged mental illness. You avoid looking her in the eyes.
The paramedics first give Kim a sedative injection and then put her in a straitjacket before taking her away for further diagnostics. When the ambulance has left, you and I have to go to the police station to report the whole thing. I whisper to you: "Don't say a word about how it really was - then your girlfriend will be out again tomorrow! I have my contacts there! And you could maybe even get rid of that humiliating dress! And from the police station you call your parents so they don't worry!" Suddenly you realize that my sphere of influence seems to be larger than you previously thought...
Your parents? Damn it! Your mother strictly forbade you from having a party - if only you had listened to her! But what do you tell her now? And what do you tell Kim's parents? The list of your problems isn't getting any smaller...
Feedback as always.
Chapter 9
For the next few minutes, neither you nor Kim are able to speak. But this time it's not because your mouths are gagged - that's not the case for once! Your unfamiliar clothing isn't the reason for your silence either - it's more your astonishment at the story I'm telling the officers!
To make a long story short: I claim that you broke up with Kim, but she didn't accept it. Instead of talking to you sensibly about it, she first destroyed all your clothes out of revenge and then threatened to kill herself if you didn't come back to her immediately! By chance, I just came along, overpowered her and tied her up - for our safety, but also for her own. And now we're on our way to a psychiatric clinic to have her mental state examined. Since she tore up all your clothes, you only had one of her dresses left to wear.
The officers ask you if the story is true. Kim vehemently denies it. You want to say something too when you feel a familiar object in your ribs. I position myself so that the officers cannot see the gun. I put my other arm on your shoulder, apparently to comfort you.
You have no choice. Intimidated by the gun and with a trembling voice, you confirm your friend's alleged mental illness. You avoid looking her in the eyes.
The paramedics first give Kim a sedative injection and then put her in a straitjacket before taking her away for further diagnostics. When the ambulance has left, you and I have to go to the police station to report the whole thing. I whisper to you: "Don't say a word about how it really was - then your girlfriend will be out again tomorrow! I have my contacts there! And you could maybe even get rid of that humiliating dress! And from the police station you call your parents so they don't worry!" Suddenly you realize that my sphere of influence seems to be larger than you previously thought...
Your parents? Damn it! Your mother strictly forbade you from having a party - if only you had listened to her! But what do you tell her now? And what do you tell Kim's parents? The list of your problems isn't getting any smaller...
Feedback as always.
Love it!
Man what are you? Elon Musks secret brother? lol
Anyway really nice part again, this story is awesome, and you don’t seem to run out of ideas, which is awesome. I can also repeat myself: This is great, thank you so much
Man what are you? Elon Musks secret brother? lol
Anyway really nice part again, this story is awesome, and you don’t seem to run out of ideas, which is awesome. I can also repeat myself: This is great, thank you so much
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TormentedSlave
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This story has taken some crazy turns, but almost all of them are entertaining
Just almost every part?
Well, then I hope the next part counts, @TormentedSlave.
Chapter 10
When Kim wakes up, she has to close her eyes again immediately. And even then, the bright white light from the ceiling still shines through her eyelids. Instinctively, she wants to cover her eyes with her hands, but something is holding her arms. On top of that, she has a bad headache!
Speaking of arms: Not only can she not move her arms at all, she also holds them as if she were hugging herself! But why? The only people she normally hugs are her mother and you - her best friend! So get out of this degrading position. She pulls with all her might - but again her arms don't move.
Besides the bright light, her senses perceive something else: A sharp smell of disinfectant! She closes her eyes and thinks: Bright white light plus disinfectant plus immobility plus inability to speak plus headaches equals...
Cold sweat breaks out of every pore: The only logical explanation is that she must have had either a serious accident or a stroke and has just woken up from the anesthesia in the hospital - paraplegic! The thought of either having to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair or - in the best case scenario - having to laboriously learn everything from scratch again, like walking, speaking, writing etc., brings tears to her eyes again.
But after the first torrent of tears has burst out of her uncontrollably, she notices something: The room is completely empty! No bed, no bedside table, no operating table, no monitors - only some kind of white hard pillows all over the walls! This can't be a hospital! To test it, she wiggles her toes briefly and an enormous weight falls from her heart: No paralysis - no future wheelchair! But what is wrong with her then? And why is she sitting on the cold floor? Where the hell is she anyway?
The door opens and a woman enters the room. Kim wants to ask her something, but can only make indistinct noises. OK, at least she's not completely mute, another thing that speaks against paralysis! The woman laughs: "Don't panic, Kim! You'll soon be able to chatter as much as ever! I just had to close your mouth for your own good. Judging by the color of your fingernails and toenails, pink is your favorite color. That's why I chose the pink ball gag for you. But I also have black, blue, red or white available if you like that better, Kim? Your color preference is my command!"
Of course, Kim's "None at all!" is so indistinct due to the gag that the woman interprets it as "Pink is perfect!" So the pink gag stays in Kim's mouth. The woman nods and says: "Then I'll call my partner. Nice straitjacket by the way, it suits you! The black of your straitjacket matches the color of your ball gag and your nails perfectly! Good choice!"
At that moment my cell phone rings. I exchange a few words with the person on the other end and then say: "Yes, he's still here! Yes, I got the photo. Yes, I'll show it to him. Is everything OK with the girl? Good - see you then! And give her all she needs to enjoy her free stay in her 'padded-cell-spa'! Bye."
The photo he shows you stabs you in the heart. Your girlfriend Kim, in a black straitjacket, barefeet and with a pink ball gag between her tooth. Her eyes seem to be begging you! I say: "As you can see, your girlfriend is fine. But you want it to stay that way, don't you?"
Feedback as always!
Well, then I hope the next part counts, @TormentedSlave.
Chapter 10
When Kim wakes up, she has to close her eyes again immediately. And even then, the bright white light from the ceiling still shines through her eyelids. Instinctively, she wants to cover her eyes with her hands, but something is holding her arms. On top of that, she has a bad headache!
Speaking of arms: Not only can she not move her arms at all, she also holds them as if she were hugging herself! But why? The only people she normally hugs are her mother and you - her best friend! So get out of this degrading position. She pulls with all her might - but again her arms don't move.
Besides the bright light, her senses perceive something else: A sharp smell of disinfectant! She closes her eyes and thinks: Bright white light plus disinfectant plus immobility plus inability to speak plus headaches equals...
Cold sweat breaks out of every pore: The only logical explanation is that she must have had either a serious accident or a stroke and has just woken up from the anesthesia in the hospital - paraplegic! The thought of either having to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair or - in the best case scenario - having to laboriously learn everything from scratch again, like walking, speaking, writing etc., brings tears to her eyes again.
But after the first torrent of tears has burst out of her uncontrollably, she notices something: The room is completely empty! No bed, no bedside table, no operating table, no monitors - only some kind of white hard pillows all over the walls! This can't be a hospital! To test it, she wiggles her toes briefly and an enormous weight falls from her heart: No paralysis - no future wheelchair! But what is wrong with her then? And why is she sitting on the cold floor? Where the hell is she anyway?
The door opens and a woman enters the room. Kim wants to ask her something, but can only make indistinct noises. OK, at least she's not completely mute, another thing that speaks against paralysis! The woman laughs: "Don't panic, Kim! You'll soon be able to chatter as much as ever! I just had to close your mouth for your own good. Judging by the color of your fingernails and toenails, pink is your favorite color. That's why I chose the pink ball gag for you. But I also have black, blue, red or white available if you like that better, Kim? Your color preference is my command!"
Of course, Kim's "None at all!" is so indistinct due to the gag that the woman interprets it as "Pink is perfect!" So the pink gag stays in Kim's mouth. The woman nods and says: "Then I'll call my partner. Nice straitjacket by the way, it suits you! The black of your straitjacket matches the color of your ball gag and your nails perfectly! Good choice!"
At that moment my cell phone rings. I exchange a few words with the person on the other end and then say: "Yes, he's still here! Yes, I got the photo. Yes, I'll show it to him. Is everything OK with the girl? Good - see you then! And give her all she needs to enjoy her free stay in her 'padded-cell-spa'! Bye."
The photo he shows you stabs you in the heart. Your girlfriend Kim, in a black straitjacket, barefeet and with a pink ball gag between her tooth. Her eyes seem to be begging you! I say: "As you can see, your girlfriend is fine. But you want it to stay that way, don't you?"
Feedback as always!
Dude, what kind of asylum is this that uses ballgags? Or is that normal? I mean, I have no idea.
Not the best part in my opinion, but still good, because it gives a lot of background information. I still really like it
Not the best part in my opinion, but still good, because it gives a lot of background information. I still really like it
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Nightly Binds
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This story is interesting for sure, it has taken some bizarre turns , though these past couple chapters I do have to say.
the route it has taken is a bit confusing now, like the whole bit when the man takes them to the authorities, the boy could have easily reported the truth when he was in the police station, and could have ended things there ( Embarrassment or not,at least he'd know they'd be safe and free ) second, sending Kim to the asylum would require a lot more info and consent from her legal guardians, paperwork and question her as appose to just sticking her in as cell ,then just accepting the story of others who brought her her to be committed. and also why would a psychiatric hospital use/have a ball gag in such a place?.
The story is interesting overall, but those are some major things I wanted to state during my read, though I am curious to see what you'll do next.
the route it has taken is a bit confusing now, like the whole bit when the man takes them to the authorities, the boy could have easily reported the truth when he was in the police station, and could have ended things there ( Embarrassment or not,at least he'd know they'd be safe and free ) second, sending Kim to the asylum would require a lot more info and consent from her legal guardians, paperwork and question her as appose to just sticking her in as cell ,then just accepting the story of others who brought her her to be committed. and also why would a psychiatric hospital use/have a ball gag in such a place?.
The story is interesting overall, but those are some major things I wanted to state during my read, though I am curious to see what you'll do next.
Thank you for your honest feedback. I promise to do better inChapter 11
I had actually hoped that it would be easier if I only had to take care of one hostage without giving the second one the opportunity to tell the cops on me! But I quickly realized that there is absolutely nothing left to do with you now.
You just stand there apathetic and say "Kim, my poor Kim!" every few seconds, nothing else! Your pupils are fixed and directed into the distance. Your eyes are moist and you fight against tears. All the orders I give you remain unexecuted.
Even when I threaten to publish a photo of you - you are still wearing Kim's dress - on the Internet under your real name, you just answer: "Even the most embarrassing photo of me is still easier to bear than what Kim is going through right now!" When you say her name, your voice fails you. "Poor Kim!" you add, before bursting into tears.
In this state, you are more of a burden than a benefit to me. Of course, I could just shoot you, but I'm not a murderer! And in your current state, you probably wouldn't even protest. How boring!
After thinking for a moment, I sigh deeply. "Okay! Then we'll just get the little pain in the ass back!" From one second to the next, you are a different person. Before I know it, you are already sitting in the passenger seat of the car and folding your hands behind the backrest without being asked. After I have tied you up and taped your mouth shut, we drive off.
Since I have supported the psychiatric hospital with generous sums of money several times (and received only slightly sugar-coated reports in return), it is no problem for me to get the director to release Kim immediately. When all the papers are signed (with fake signatures, of course), Kim is taken out of her cell and freed from the straitjacket. When I ask Kim to climb into the trunk, she asks for a few seconds with you. She climbs into the driver's seat and you have a thousand questions. But before you can ask a single one, Kim presses her lips firmly to the tape over your lips. Even though the tape prevents direct contact, it is the most intense and longest kiss you have ever had.
Kim then willingly lets me tie her up (this time she even insists on her thumbs being tied up) and climbs back into the trunk. We arrive at my hiding place without incident.
As soon as we get through the door, our stomachs suddenly start rumbling - no wonder after all the excitement. Since you both agree that Kim's cooking skills are much better than yours, she should prepare a feast for the three of us. When Kim objects that she can't cut things up and measure quantities with her thumbs tied, I say: "Don't make such a fuss! You asked for it, remember? But your boyfriend can help you! So let's go! If the food isn't on the table within an hour, you'll both go to bed hungry tonight! Time is running out. And heaven forbid it doesn't taste good! Go on, surprise me!"
I leave the kitchen and you hear something heavy being pushed against the door from outside - probably a dresser or something similar. Since the kitchen has no windows, you're locked in.
Even though you're otherwise a good couple - unfortunately you both have completely different culinary preferences! What should Kim cook? Yours favorite or hers? And, much worse, you both have absolutely no Idea what are MY favorites. But you don't want to know my reaction when I don't like the meal!
Then you hear my voice through the closed door: "You still have 45 minutes left!" The deadline doesn't make your decision easier...
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Yes, I think this is a lot better. I really like it. But damn, time‘s running out
We should agree on pasta or something like that, that’s easy
We should agree on pasta or something like that, that’s easy
Sorry for the delay.
Do you really think pasta is easy? Let's find out in
Chapter 12
"Let's make spaghetti with pesto! It tastes good, is healthy and doesn't take much work. You can even tear the basil with your tied thumbs!" I try to back up my suggestion with logical arguments. But Kim wrinkles her nose. "I don't like basil, you know that very well!" she calls out annoyed.
You just sigh - you really don't have time to force your own favorite spaghetti sauce through a long discussion! Besides, Kim has already been through a lot since I met you two - you might as well meet her halfway! "Agreed! Tomato sauce it will be!" Kim's triumphant smile would probably have led to an argument between the two of you under normal circumstances, but today you are just happy that Kim is happy again too.
Since Kim is more restricted due to her bondage, you take care of the tomato sauce while Kim cooks the pasta. But suddenly you hear her scream. When you look, the uncooked spaghetti is scattered all over the floor. "The packet slipped out of my fingers. I really can't do anything with these stupid tied thumbs!" explains Kim. "Yes - you are the world champion in spaghetti Mikado, Kim!" Kim has to laugh again.
And Kim seems to be on a lucky streak. Because when you are sitting at the table (after finish cooking on time) I actually untie both of your hands so that you can eat. But while you silently reach for your fork, your friend suddenly jumps up and runs to the door. But the door, which was locked as a precaution, stops her attempt to escape very early and seconds later Kim is sitting tied up on the chair, hands tied behind the backrest, thumbs tied again, upper body and bare feet tied to the chair. I shake my head sadly. "I thought you were smarter, Kim!"
Kim mumbles an apology, but I cover her mouth with my hand. "I'm giving you exactly three options now, Kim! First: you go to bed without dinner! Second: you are freed from the chair, but your hands stay tied behind and you only eat the spaghetti with your mouth. Third: you stay tied to the chair and ask your boyfriend to feed his favorite baby! If I take my hand off your mouth now, I only want to hear `first`, `second` or `third`, nothing else! Got it, Kim?" Kim nods submissively.
How do you like the chapter and what will your girlfriend decide, @TuggyMale ?
Do you really think pasta is easy? Let's find out in
Chapter 12
"Let's make spaghetti with pesto! It tastes good, is healthy and doesn't take much work. You can even tear the basil with your tied thumbs!" I try to back up my suggestion with logical arguments. But Kim wrinkles her nose. "I don't like basil, you know that very well!" she calls out annoyed.
You just sigh - you really don't have time to force your own favorite spaghetti sauce through a long discussion! Besides, Kim has already been through a lot since I met you two - you might as well meet her halfway! "Agreed! Tomato sauce it will be!" Kim's triumphant smile would probably have led to an argument between the two of you under normal circumstances, but today you are just happy that Kim is happy again too.
Since Kim is more restricted due to her bondage, you take care of the tomato sauce while Kim cooks the pasta. But suddenly you hear her scream. When you look, the uncooked spaghetti is scattered all over the floor. "The packet slipped out of my fingers. I really can't do anything with these stupid tied thumbs!" explains Kim. "Yes - you are the world champion in spaghetti Mikado, Kim!" Kim has to laugh again.
And Kim seems to be on a lucky streak. Because when you are sitting at the table (after finish cooking on time) I actually untie both of your hands so that you can eat. But while you silently reach for your fork, your friend suddenly jumps up and runs to the door. But the door, which was locked as a precaution, stops her attempt to escape very early and seconds later Kim is sitting tied up on the chair, hands tied behind the backrest, thumbs tied again, upper body and bare feet tied to the chair. I shake my head sadly. "I thought you were smarter, Kim!"
Kim mumbles an apology, but I cover her mouth with my hand. "I'm giving you exactly three options now, Kim! First: you go to bed without dinner! Second: you are freed from the chair, but your hands stay tied behind and you only eat the spaghetti with your mouth. Third: you stay tied to the chair and ask your boyfriend to feed his favorite baby! If I take my hand off your mouth now, I only want to hear `first`, `second` or `third`, nothing else! Got it, Kim?" Kim nods submissively.
How do you like the chapter and what will your girlfriend decide, @TuggyMale ?
I again like it. I begin questioning myself how this relationship was working in the first place lol
I think she probably would say third, right? Because of Love and all that stuff and her boyfriend has to care for her.
I really like what you‘re doing here, thank you so much
I think she probably would say third, right? Because of Love and all that stuff and her boyfriend has to care for her.
I really like what you‘re doing here, thank you so much
Chapter 13
When I take my hand away from Kim's mouth, she starts to rant. "That's so humiliating! I haven't been a baby for years... mmmpfmm!" I cover her mouth again and look for the roll of tape. "Really? At the moment you're acting like one, Kim! I thought my instruction "don't speak!" was clear enough! Too bad - then I'll just have to force you to be quiet by putting a strip of tape over your mouth - and no more food for today!" "Mmmpfmmm!"
Finally, you manage to persuade me to give Kim food by arguing that Kim's rebelliousness is just the result of a hunger-induced hypoglycemia. But I insist that Kim asks you to feed her! Again, Kim starts saying that she's no longer a baby, but then she catches my warning look - if you want to get anything to eat today, better do as you are told!. With a look as if she had bitten into a lemon, Kim finally asks you to feed your little baby, which you do - spoon by spoon - until the plate is empty! Kim's bright red face puts a grin on my face.
Finally, it's time for bed again! Although neither of you has exactly earned it with your behavior today, this time I'll let you sleep together in one bed - lying on your back, hands and feet tied, your hands tied to the headboard and your bare feet tied to the footboard of the bed. Your friend lies next to you tied up in the same way, only that her hands are tied to the footboard and her bare feet to the headboard. But Kim is happy to just have her thumbs free and lying softly - at least for a few hours!
After I've taped your mouths shut, I turn off the light. You're just about to fall asleep when a pungent smell hits your nose! When was the last time Kim washed her feet? The smell is so extreme you are near to choke. And the night has just begun...
Feedback as always, @TuggyMale!
When I take my hand away from Kim's mouth, she starts to rant. "That's so humiliating! I haven't been a baby for years... mmmpfmm!" I cover her mouth again and look for the roll of tape. "Really? At the moment you're acting like one, Kim! I thought my instruction "don't speak!" was clear enough! Too bad - then I'll just have to force you to be quiet by putting a strip of tape over your mouth - and no more food for today!" "Mmmpfmmm!"
Finally, you manage to persuade me to give Kim food by arguing that Kim's rebelliousness is just the result of a hunger-induced hypoglycemia. But I insist that Kim asks you to feed her! Again, Kim starts saying that she's no longer a baby, but then she catches my warning look - if you want to get anything to eat today, better do as you are told!. With a look as if she had bitten into a lemon, Kim finally asks you to feed your little baby, which you do - spoon by spoon - until the plate is empty! Kim's bright red face puts a grin on my face.
Finally, it's time for bed again! Although neither of you has exactly earned it with your behavior today, this time I'll let you sleep together in one bed - lying on your back, hands and feet tied, your hands tied to the headboard and your bare feet tied to the footboard of the bed. Your friend lies next to you tied up in the same way, only that her hands are tied to the footboard and her bare feet to the headboard. But Kim is happy to just have her thumbs free and lying softly - at least for a few hours!
After I've taped your mouths shut, I turn off the light. You're just about to fall asleep when a pungent smell hits your nose! When was the last time Kim washed her feet? The smell is so extreme you are near to choke. And the night has just begun...
Feedback as always, @TuggyMale!