Fun in 'da Hood (M/F)
Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2021 2:09 am
Gemma was proud of the tracksuit she wore, one from the Royal High School Edinburgh. It was a prestigious tracksuit as only alumni could wear this suit, and it was wonderfully comfortable too. Maybe someday her own son, Isaac, would also graduate from the academy!
On this day in the north land of Scotland, it was dark and rainy. Grey light filled the house, and the drizzle was steady and relaxing. Such days made for good days on which to get much work done. Alas, however, an assignment was due soon and cast more grey upon the day!
Gemma's parents had done such a wonderful job with her formation and that of her brother, Paul. As such, Gemma knew she could leave Isaac in their hands for the day while she labored; she could trust them in both practical and spiritual matters.
These days, however, also made for great days on which to wear her red ball gag with black straps. Today she would see if she could make it to the four hour mark with it in. At 8:15, she put it in as she waved to Gareth, who headed out the door.
At 8:33, a text arrived in which Paul announced he was on his way to visit and almost there. Gemma knew Paul would be more than understanding of her quest, and she found no reason to remove the gag from her mouth. Gemma's acquaintances on TUGStories were encouraging her to go to the four hour mark!
Sure enough, Paul arrived soon in, ironically, his own Royal High School Edinburgh tracksuit! What wonderful coincidence! thought Gemma as she welcomed in her own flesh and blood and led him to a sofa on which to sit.
Through signs, Gemma conveyed the story to Paul, who naturally was more than understanding. He, too, would make a good cheerleader, having been her top TUG buddy since day 1 over 15 years earlier! Paul said he knew a great way to ensure her success.
"Hmph?"
"It's elementary, Gem!" Paul produced some rope.
"Hmmmmmm," Gemma thought long and hard.
"It'll be great!" Paul bound her wrists behind her back.
Paul bound his sister's wrists, elbows, ankles, and thighs with the care that only a brother could. He searched and found a belt to secure her arms below her breasts. He gave her a pat on the head and admonished her that she still had over 3 hours.
"You can handle worse! I survived 3 hours of 'The Satanic Rites of Dracula.'"
"Mm hmm!" Gemma agreed.
"I must, I suppose, keep your friends happy."
So Paul kept her cheerleaders happy with updates.
"Gemscot is in a bit of trouble. Paulscot updating now "
"Now at 90 minutes in. Gemscot still helpless."
"2 hours. Will the champ make it to 4? "
Then, Paul had an idea. He knew a way to enhance this experience. He emptied a Royal High School gym bag and opened wide.
"This is our friend. With this, you are guaranteed to make it to the goal!"
"Hmmmmm!" Gem liked this idea.
"You are bound and determined!"
"Ugghggghhhhhhh!"
"Never mind!" he hooded his sister with the bag and pulled the drawstrings shut just enough that she could not remove it
"Mmmm!"
"Now you shall experience your own hooded experience. It will get a bit warm in there, but I am right here should you need anything."
Gemma was more than happy to experience a remastered version of "The Satanic Rites of Paulscot" in which she was the captive. She was now in a brand new world as she couldn't speak or see, and now she was in this gym bag that would, with time, become extremely warm. She wished to escape her captivity but also wished not to do so, for such would potentially end part of the adventure.
Time seemed to stop inside this new place. She was alone with her thoughts as Paul was entirely silent. All she heard was the occasional sounds of typing updates to her TUGstories cheerleaders. In such a place, perhaps magic was, in a sense, real? Here, she could be any time of bound, gagged, and hooded person: a kidnapped damsel, a captured spy, a trussed-up sister, and more. This mutual transportation from ordinary to extraordinary is part of what made TUGs so special for Gemma and Paul.
With no sense of location, Gemma carefully put out her feet and arms before moving in any direction. The sounds told her where Paul was, and from there she knew where the rest of her home could be found. She didn't roll too much because there was too much of a moment to absorb. As time went by, the temperature inside the bag slowly increased.
"Gemma, it's 12:45. Are you sure you're not hungry?"
"Huh?" she gag talked.
"You have been hooded for almost 3 hours!"
"Eally?"
"Yeah, let's get you out," he removed the bag,
"Wow!" now she could see how wet her head was.
"Now let's take this off."
"That was so amazing. I lost track of time there!"
And just as soon, the magic was gone. But Gemma knew that anytime she and Paul wanted, they could transport each other to a new world through a combination of the different toys that bound their relationship so tightly,
On this day in the north land of Scotland, it was dark and rainy. Grey light filled the house, and the drizzle was steady and relaxing. Such days made for good days on which to get much work done. Alas, however, an assignment was due soon and cast more grey upon the day!
Gemma's parents had done such a wonderful job with her formation and that of her brother, Paul. As such, Gemma knew she could leave Isaac in their hands for the day while she labored; she could trust them in both practical and spiritual matters.
These days, however, also made for great days on which to wear her red ball gag with black straps. Today she would see if she could make it to the four hour mark with it in. At 8:15, she put it in as she waved to Gareth, who headed out the door.
At 8:33, a text arrived in which Paul announced he was on his way to visit and almost there. Gemma knew Paul would be more than understanding of her quest, and she found no reason to remove the gag from her mouth. Gemma's acquaintances on TUGStories were encouraging her to go to the four hour mark!
Sure enough, Paul arrived soon in, ironically, his own Royal High School Edinburgh tracksuit! What wonderful coincidence! thought Gemma as she welcomed in her own flesh and blood and led him to a sofa on which to sit.
Through signs, Gemma conveyed the story to Paul, who naturally was more than understanding. He, too, would make a good cheerleader, having been her top TUG buddy since day 1 over 15 years earlier! Paul said he knew a great way to ensure her success.
"Hmph?"
"It's elementary, Gem!" Paul produced some rope.
"Hmmmmmm," Gemma thought long and hard.
"It'll be great!" Paul bound her wrists behind her back.
Paul bound his sister's wrists, elbows, ankles, and thighs with the care that only a brother could. He searched and found a belt to secure her arms below her breasts. He gave her a pat on the head and admonished her that she still had over 3 hours.
"You can handle worse! I survived 3 hours of 'The Satanic Rites of Dracula.'"
"Mm hmm!" Gemma agreed.
"I must, I suppose, keep your friends happy."
So Paul kept her cheerleaders happy with updates.
"Gemscot is in a bit of trouble. Paulscot updating now "
"Now at 90 minutes in. Gemscot still helpless."
"2 hours. Will the champ make it to 4? "
Then, Paul had an idea. He knew a way to enhance this experience. He emptied a Royal High School gym bag and opened wide.
"This is our friend. With this, you are guaranteed to make it to the goal!"
"Hmmmmm!" Gem liked this idea.
"You are bound and determined!"
"Ugghggghhhhhhh!"
"Never mind!" he hooded his sister with the bag and pulled the drawstrings shut just enough that she could not remove it
"Mmmm!"
"Now you shall experience your own hooded experience. It will get a bit warm in there, but I am right here should you need anything."
Gemma was more than happy to experience a remastered version of "The Satanic Rites of Paulscot" in which she was the captive. She was now in a brand new world as she couldn't speak or see, and now she was in this gym bag that would, with time, become extremely warm. She wished to escape her captivity but also wished not to do so, for such would potentially end part of the adventure.
Time seemed to stop inside this new place. She was alone with her thoughts as Paul was entirely silent. All she heard was the occasional sounds of typing updates to her TUGstories cheerleaders. In such a place, perhaps magic was, in a sense, real? Here, she could be any time of bound, gagged, and hooded person: a kidnapped damsel, a captured spy, a trussed-up sister, and more. This mutual transportation from ordinary to extraordinary is part of what made TUGs so special for Gemma and Paul.
With no sense of location, Gemma carefully put out her feet and arms before moving in any direction. The sounds told her where Paul was, and from there she knew where the rest of her home could be found. She didn't roll too much because there was too much of a moment to absorb. As time went by, the temperature inside the bag slowly increased.
"Gemma, it's 12:45. Are you sure you're not hungry?"
"Huh?" she gag talked.
"You have been hooded for almost 3 hours!"
"Eally?"
"Yeah, let's get you out," he removed the bag,
"Wow!" now she could see how wet her head was.
"Now let's take this off."
"That was so amazing. I lost track of time there!"
And just as soon, the magic was gone. But Gemma knew that anytime she and Paul wanted, they could transport each other to a new world through a combination of the different toys that bound their relationship so tightly,