The games that we play. *NEW* Part 11 added (23/11) m/fffff
I want a Miss Vickers for Christmas, on a side note great chapter
[mention]laz[/mention] has the right idea. I want Miss Vickers for Christmas too. And for the New Year, the Fourth of July, and any other holiday.
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Mind. Blown. If only my teachers in school were like Julie. All I have to say is 'wow', and please post another chapter, because inquiring minds want to know what happens next.
Wow what can I say, but thank you all for your continued support, views and comments, I’d never imagined that this tale would proved so popular, or that it would reach 16’000 so soon, so rest assured it will indeed continue, in fact chapter 8 shall arrive within the next 24 hours,
[mention]Caesar73[/mention]
Sadly I don’t know how to part quotes but yes it’s safe to say Julie is a very naughty girl, as will be seen no doubt
[mention]Nainur[/mention]
Again I don’t know how to be part quotes, I will divulge there might be the occasional guest appearance from another character, but then maybe there won’t, but I can say this much there’ll definitely be more predicaments, and interactions in the future,
Thank you, it’s truly humbling to know a master such as yourself is waiting for more, and it will indeed happen, soon,slackywacky wrote: ↑11 months ago > are you looking forward to what will happen next
I am always looking forward to what happens next. This tale draws you in, wanting more, not wanting to wait for the next chapter to appear. But we all know these things have to be penned, checked, rechecked (and we still miss things) and finally published for us to read. It has been six hours since you posted this chapter, I read it in scant minutes, so now I am waiting (again) for more. I can hear the chanting...
"We want more..."
"We want more..."
"We want more..."
"We want more..."
We will just have to wait until you deem us worthy of the next chapter!
Have no fear there will be plenty more scenes with his sister, and her name may well be revealed in time, so stay tuned,some_wanderer wrote: ↑11 months ago ...looking forward to what happens next?
Of course!
I wanna read what he'll do to them once they reach the cabin.
Specifically his sister (which from rereading, you never gave a name).
[mention]Bandit666[/mention] a full part just between them!
Oh the games and fun will continue at the cabin that’s for sure
[mention]Caesar73[/mention]
Sadly I don’t know how to part quotes but yes it’s safe to say Julie is a very naughty girl, as will be seen no doubt
I’m pleased to say it’s guaranteed there will be more of Miss Vickers, the girls, and hopefully the opportunity for your own imagination to be kicked into hyper drive, as long as my imagination continues to be worthy.GreyLord wrote: ↑11 months ago [mention]Bandit666[/mention], you wroteYou have drop kicked my imagination into overdrive, perhaps even into hyperspace.Though, naturally, I’d taken a little longer than with the others, save for maybe Ellie, when binding, had allowed my hands to caress and explore her soft, smooth skin, her nice pert butt, covered only by thin sensual satin, but once more, I’ll leave what else I might have done to you’re imagination.
Do I want more? Yes, I want more.
More of the wonderful Miss Vickers!
More of each of the delectable, tied-up, and scantily clad beauties.
More of this highly imaginative story.
More! More! More!
[mention]Nainur[/mention]
Again I don’t know how to be part quotes, I will divulge there might be the occasional guest appearance from another character, but then maybe there won’t, but I can say this much there’ll definitely be more predicaments, and interactions in the future,
Thank you my friend, your unfaltering support is constantly appreciated
Sadly I don’t think Miss Vickers will be available for Christmas, but who knows, if my brain continues to grant me ideas and thoughts there could be a seasonal special in this tale, (hot Elf costume anyone)
It’s great to know I can blow your mind, and there will be another chapter very soon
And so, as promised here’s the continuation of this tale, I hope you’ll all still find it fun and enjoyable, entertaining and worthy of you time. For it’s fair to say, I’d not expected such fantastic and much appreciated feedback and support, when first I’d decided to share, considered this something to mark my return. But now, I’m hoping to provide a tale that shall run and run, will be updated regularly with new adventures and possibly a twist or two along the way.
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The games that we play.
Part 8.
With my thoughts drifting back, to what, for the most part had been an uneventful journey from Miss Vickers, Julie’s home, through the picturesque Northumbrian countryside, with its rolling hills, and sweeping valleys, to what those within our family referred to as the cabin. Even though, it is, in reality, a rather spacious former farmhouse, with an impressive, centuries old complex, of attached buildings, from the similarly sized two story former stable block, situated at the rear, accessed by a fully enclosed courtyard, to a pair of single level long, outbuildings, one on either side, the alterations to which will become apparent as we continue. Is in fact a complex, that’s been lovingly, and sympathetically restored, on the outside, completely modernised and redeveloped, within.
Well, I say an uneventful trip, though maybe that should really be uneventful, save for some, rather loud, moans and groans of complaint, from my incapacitated, suitably muffled passengers, when purely out of devilment, I’d triggered the minivans air conditioning, turning the cabin into little more than a refrigerator. Which in return had coursed the most divine layers of goosebumps to form on their vast amount of exposed flesh, had coursed me to find somewhere quiet, secluded, discreet to stop, take a moment or two, just to turn and face them.
Simply so I could delight in the sight of my sister’s humiliation, as two clearly defined bumps appeared through the cups of her thin grey Lycra bra, savour the sight of Katie, squirm in her gold bikini, whilst suffering the same incredible, embarrassing wardrobe malfunction. Purely so I could be impressed by Miss Vickers stoicism, be amazed my her lack of movement, save for the way she squeezed her lovely toned, securely bound thighs even tighter together, be amazed by her lack of verbal complaint.
But then, maybe, before I continue, describing all that happened, I should jump to my own defence, for I did offer the chance for them to be warmed through, considering I’d pulled over, somewhere quiet. Even if it meant yet more groping and fondling, in all bar one case, my sisters, despite it meant a little wardrobe alterations, once again in all bar one case, my sisters, would have involved their temporary removal, and a good spanking. And for reasons I’d not understood, they’d simply uttered more incoherent complaints and protests, refused my offer, before falling silent, acting like I was evil personified.
Though maybe that should be, uneventful, save for the few, agonising minutes where my heart was in my mouth, my pulse had been racing, for behind me sat one of Northumbria police’s motorway patrol cars. A situation that had, quite naturally left me wondering, how I’d explain, should they decide to pull me over, for some random check, why I happened to have five teenage girls, my sister and her friends, one woman, in her mid twenties, our teacher, tightly trussed up, gagged and blindfolded in either just their underwear, which in my eyes looked so damn hot and sexy, or in the case of Lucy a bathing suit and for Katie a very skimpy bikini.
After all I’d very much doubted they’d be willing to escort me to the nearest maned police station, well save maybe for being in cuffs myself, yet alone grant me the opportunity to hold my beautiful little captives in the cells for a few hours. Nor join in the fun by either granting me the opportunity to bind all six to the cots or better yet the bars, or do so for themselves with their own handcuffs. The same sort of handcuffs I’d imagined they’d not share, not pass over, along with the keys, purely for effect of course, or the girls continued helplessness, you decide. Or even hand over some quick cuffs, though that too would be nice, but never likely to happen, which is, admittedly a shame, as I’d have enjoy increasing my damsel’s incapability to escape.
Still I digress, must really continue describing what happened once I’d come to gentle stop outside the farmhouse, once I’d silently, save for the sound of gravel crunching beneath my feet, exited the vehicle, purposely opened each and every door, just to increase their feelings of vulnerability. Though I was, blissfully aware they’d come to no harm, was completely satisfied, in knowledge we’d not be seen, that no one could be overlooking our activities, even as I deliberately, teased, and tormented, by unloading the luggage first, by wandering back and forth as I set the suitcases, side by side within the spacious living room, save for Julie’s little red travel case, that I’d kept to one side to explore at my leisure.
Must, be honest, be open and frank, by admitting, even once the luggage was removed, was placed in situ, I’d remain cruel, unarguably devilish, despite being aware that all my captives had been tightly restrained for quite a prolonged period. Were, without doubt, in need of some release, a chance workout the stiffness in their muscles and joints, freshen up and possibly even grab a change of clothing, even if the accepted rules dictated they were to remain scantly clad. Must concede I’d been wicked and mean, for I’d left them alone with their thoughts, left them to ponder what was in store, to question when they’d gain some freedom, wonder if they were in fact genuinely in a place of relative safety.
But, in the end, my own conscience, could take no more, wouldn’t allow me to continue, wouldn’t permit me to elongate their torment and suffering any longer, so having indulged myself with a long, cold, refreshing drink, I’d returned, I’d begun to unload my captives. Starting with Miss Vickers, for the order had naturally been dictated by how they’d been loaded, been forced upon me, by the access available.
Though, to her credit Julie, proved to be incredibly cooperative, as she felt the seatbelts increased grip slacken, as she felt my hands wander across her barely covered breasts, the soft warm satin of her bra, so sensual to my touch, her skin too, but as for more, well it’s back to your imagination to determine. For all I can say, is she then felt herself being held in my arms, felt herself being guided from inside, and bundled over my shoulder, felt her butt being caressed and stroked, slapped and smacked, as she was carried indoors, before being lowered into a kneeling position. All I can add is she experienced the sensation of having her breasts groped and fondled, experienced the sort of contact upon her crotch, you’ll still have to imagine for yourself.
“You know, I think you’re going to prove to be, very, very popular as a captive, during your stay”, I’d whispered in Julie’s ear, having decided, since she’d willingly surrendered herself to me, decided she wished to be part of our little games, that she should not be treat differently to the others, well save for my sister, though honestly, thankfully. She’d not complained about my attention, not shown any signs of discomfort, of unhappiness, much to my relief, as I’d most certainly felt a little nervousness manhandling her in such away, getting so close and personal with her body, her breasts, crotch and butt. Had most definitely felt a little fearful, I’d gone too far, for she was many years my senior, was at the end of the day one of my teachers, all be the most beautiful, supportive, kindhearted, and apparently naughty too.
Katie, then Megan and Lucy, had quickly followed, had been the next to find themselves exposed to a little deliberate caress, of the breasts and stomach, as was, admittedly expected, when the seatbelts were removed. Reminding me how lucky I was, to have three of my sisters friends, willing to allow me to get hands on and personal, how blessed I was to have another, ready and willing to let me go much further, how amazing it was to have a sister, amongst others in our family and group of friends, that enjoyed being bound and gagged, didn’t mind a little more, within limits of course.
Over my shoulder, in turn, they’d gone, permitting me the chance for yet more groping, this time of their delightful butts, along with a modicum of caressing and some well placed smacks, as I’d walked, from minivan to living room. Though I’d had no fear, no feelings of nervousness, with Katie, Megan and Lucy, for they kind of knew the routine, weren’t adverse to being manhandled, groped, fondled, spanked and generally tormented, considering it had, as we’d grown, become part of these games, become accepted, even if really it shouldn’t have. And yet I still wondered, what Julie made of the sounds, of the muffled moaning, the pretend complaints as she knelt still bound, gagged and blindfolded only a foot or two away from where her fellow captive had been placed.
All of which, had of course left only two, those closest to the window, those closest to myself, one because she was my significant other, my special girl, even if that still remained a closely guarded secret, shared only by a handful of others, all of whom were either already deposited in the living, or awaiting collection. The other being my sister, the one who’d instigated this round of games, who’d suggested we celebrate the end of school with such a challenge, had devised the results, results they were now all experiencing, would continue to experience in the days ahead.
It had been Ellie I went to first, my hands once again wandering all over her beautiful body, even before the seatbelt was released, my hands working their way over her breasts and nether region, even before she was freed, but once again you’ll have to use your imagination for how, where and what went on. Though I can admit, she made the most delightful of muffled moans, the sweetest incoherent suggestions, as I continued, as I removed the seatbelt and helped her shuffle to the open door, when she went over my shoulder like all the others, when I carried her into the living room, placed her nicely on her knees next to the others.
Leaving only my sister to collect, but then that was my biggest issue, for having removed the others, it had become apparent, my hands would end up in places they really shouldn’t, though it wouldn’t be the first time, I’d been embarrassed by doing so. Not that she’s ever truly protested, maybe because she knows it makes me feel uncomfortable, possibly because she likes the attention, knowing she’s safe, unlike with other boys, conceivably because she’s aware such things will happen, and it’s not deliberate or filled with sexual connotations.
But still I’d bit my lip, as the backs of my hands made contact with the soft warm grey Lycra of her bra, stroked against her breasts as I leaned over to loosen the tape pulling the seatbelt incredibly tightly, still I’d felt flushed and awkward as my hand ran over the hem of her matching grey Lycra panties during its removal. Though those emotions had been surpassed, when it came to helping her move over towards the open side door, as I’d had no option other than to run my hand under her butt, passed the other around her back, making her moan, in ways I’d rather not contemplate.
And yet, I had no such hang ups when it came to landing plenty of hard smacks to her firm, pert butt, once over my shoulder, for it wasn’t the first time she’d experienced such actions, but be honest, how many of you, with little sisters of your own, have longed to drag them over your knee and spank them for acting like a brat. And yet, I’d had no such inhibitions when it came to playfully, tenderising her firm, pert butt, with the occasional caress and squeeze in between blows, until it came to its natural conclusion and we entered the living room, until she was left kneeling next to her friends and Miss Vickers.
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The games that we play.
Part 8.
With my thoughts drifting back, to what, for the most part had been an uneventful journey from Miss Vickers, Julie’s home, through the picturesque Northumbrian countryside, with its rolling hills, and sweeping valleys, to what those within our family referred to as the cabin. Even though, it is, in reality, a rather spacious former farmhouse, with an impressive, centuries old complex, of attached buildings, from the similarly sized two story former stable block, situated at the rear, accessed by a fully enclosed courtyard, to a pair of single level long, outbuildings, one on either side, the alterations to which will become apparent as we continue. Is in fact a complex, that’s been lovingly, and sympathetically restored, on the outside, completely modernised and redeveloped, within.
Well, I say an uneventful trip, though maybe that should really be uneventful, save for some, rather loud, moans and groans of complaint, from my incapacitated, suitably muffled passengers, when purely out of devilment, I’d triggered the minivans air conditioning, turning the cabin into little more than a refrigerator. Which in return had coursed the most divine layers of goosebumps to form on their vast amount of exposed flesh, had coursed me to find somewhere quiet, secluded, discreet to stop, take a moment or two, just to turn and face them.
Simply so I could delight in the sight of my sister’s humiliation, as two clearly defined bumps appeared through the cups of her thin grey Lycra bra, savour the sight of Katie, squirm in her gold bikini, whilst suffering the same incredible, embarrassing wardrobe malfunction. Purely so I could be impressed by Miss Vickers stoicism, be amazed my her lack of movement, save for the way she squeezed her lovely toned, securely bound thighs even tighter together, be amazed by her lack of verbal complaint.
But then, maybe, before I continue, describing all that happened, I should jump to my own defence, for I did offer the chance for them to be warmed through, considering I’d pulled over, somewhere quiet. Even if it meant yet more groping and fondling, in all bar one case, my sisters, despite it meant a little wardrobe alterations, once again in all bar one case, my sisters, would have involved their temporary removal, and a good spanking. And for reasons I’d not understood, they’d simply uttered more incoherent complaints and protests, refused my offer, before falling silent, acting like I was evil personified.
Though maybe that should be, uneventful, save for the few, agonising minutes where my heart was in my mouth, my pulse had been racing, for behind me sat one of Northumbria police’s motorway patrol cars. A situation that had, quite naturally left me wondering, how I’d explain, should they decide to pull me over, for some random check, why I happened to have five teenage girls, my sister and her friends, one woman, in her mid twenties, our teacher, tightly trussed up, gagged and blindfolded in either just their underwear, which in my eyes looked so damn hot and sexy, or in the case of Lucy a bathing suit and for Katie a very skimpy bikini.
After all I’d very much doubted they’d be willing to escort me to the nearest maned police station, well save maybe for being in cuffs myself, yet alone grant me the opportunity to hold my beautiful little captives in the cells for a few hours. Nor join in the fun by either granting me the opportunity to bind all six to the cots or better yet the bars, or do so for themselves with their own handcuffs. The same sort of handcuffs I’d imagined they’d not share, not pass over, along with the keys, purely for effect of course, or the girls continued helplessness, you decide. Or even hand over some quick cuffs, though that too would be nice, but never likely to happen, which is, admittedly a shame, as I’d have enjoy increasing my damsel’s incapability to escape.
Still I digress, must really continue describing what happened once I’d come to gentle stop outside the farmhouse, once I’d silently, save for the sound of gravel crunching beneath my feet, exited the vehicle, purposely opened each and every door, just to increase their feelings of vulnerability. Though I was, blissfully aware they’d come to no harm, was completely satisfied, in knowledge we’d not be seen, that no one could be overlooking our activities, even as I deliberately, teased, and tormented, by unloading the luggage first, by wandering back and forth as I set the suitcases, side by side within the spacious living room, save for Julie’s little red travel case, that I’d kept to one side to explore at my leisure.
Must, be honest, be open and frank, by admitting, even once the luggage was removed, was placed in situ, I’d remain cruel, unarguably devilish, despite being aware that all my captives had been tightly restrained for quite a prolonged period. Were, without doubt, in need of some release, a chance workout the stiffness in their muscles and joints, freshen up and possibly even grab a change of clothing, even if the accepted rules dictated they were to remain scantly clad. Must concede I’d been wicked and mean, for I’d left them alone with their thoughts, left them to ponder what was in store, to question when they’d gain some freedom, wonder if they were in fact genuinely in a place of relative safety.
But, in the end, my own conscience, could take no more, wouldn’t allow me to continue, wouldn’t permit me to elongate their torment and suffering any longer, so having indulged myself with a long, cold, refreshing drink, I’d returned, I’d begun to unload my captives. Starting with Miss Vickers, for the order had naturally been dictated by how they’d been loaded, been forced upon me, by the access available.
Though, to her credit Julie, proved to be incredibly cooperative, as she felt the seatbelts increased grip slacken, as she felt my hands wander across her barely covered breasts, the soft warm satin of her bra, so sensual to my touch, her skin too, but as for more, well it’s back to your imagination to determine. For all I can say, is she then felt herself being held in my arms, felt herself being guided from inside, and bundled over my shoulder, felt her butt being caressed and stroked, slapped and smacked, as she was carried indoors, before being lowered into a kneeling position. All I can add is she experienced the sensation of having her breasts groped and fondled, experienced the sort of contact upon her crotch, you’ll still have to imagine for yourself.
“You know, I think you’re going to prove to be, very, very popular as a captive, during your stay”, I’d whispered in Julie’s ear, having decided, since she’d willingly surrendered herself to me, decided she wished to be part of our little games, that she should not be treat differently to the others, well save for my sister, though honestly, thankfully. She’d not complained about my attention, not shown any signs of discomfort, of unhappiness, much to my relief, as I’d most certainly felt a little nervousness manhandling her in such away, getting so close and personal with her body, her breasts, crotch and butt. Had most definitely felt a little fearful, I’d gone too far, for she was many years my senior, was at the end of the day one of my teachers, all be the most beautiful, supportive, kindhearted, and apparently naughty too.
Katie, then Megan and Lucy, had quickly followed, had been the next to find themselves exposed to a little deliberate caress, of the breasts and stomach, as was, admittedly expected, when the seatbelts were removed. Reminding me how lucky I was, to have three of my sisters friends, willing to allow me to get hands on and personal, how blessed I was to have another, ready and willing to let me go much further, how amazing it was to have a sister, amongst others in our family and group of friends, that enjoyed being bound and gagged, didn’t mind a little more, within limits of course.
Over my shoulder, in turn, they’d gone, permitting me the chance for yet more groping, this time of their delightful butts, along with a modicum of caressing and some well placed smacks, as I’d walked, from minivan to living room. Though I’d had no fear, no feelings of nervousness, with Katie, Megan and Lucy, for they kind of knew the routine, weren’t adverse to being manhandled, groped, fondled, spanked and generally tormented, considering it had, as we’d grown, become part of these games, become accepted, even if really it shouldn’t have. And yet I still wondered, what Julie made of the sounds, of the muffled moaning, the pretend complaints as she knelt still bound, gagged and blindfolded only a foot or two away from where her fellow captive had been placed.
All of which, had of course left only two, those closest to the window, those closest to myself, one because she was my significant other, my special girl, even if that still remained a closely guarded secret, shared only by a handful of others, all of whom were either already deposited in the living, or awaiting collection. The other being my sister, the one who’d instigated this round of games, who’d suggested we celebrate the end of school with such a challenge, had devised the results, results they were now all experiencing, would continue to experience in the days ahead.
It had been Ellie I went to first, my hands once again wandering all over her beautiful body, even before the seatbelt was released, my hands working their way over her breasts and nether region, even before she was freed, but once again you’ll have to use your imagination for how, where and what went on. Though I can admit, she made the most delightful of muffled moans, the sweetest incoherent suggestions, as I continued, as I removed the seatbelt and helped her shuffle to the open door, when she went over my shoulder like all the others, when I carried her into the living room, placed her nicely on her knees next to the others.
Leaving only my sister to collect, but then that was my biggest issue, for having removed the others, it had become apparent, my hands would end up in places they really shouldn’t, though it wouldn’t be the first time, I’d been embarrassed by doing so. Not that she’s ever truly protested, maybe because she knows it makes me feel uncomfortable, possibly because she likes the attention, knowing she’s safe, unlike with other boys, conceivably because she’s aware such things will happen, and it’s not deliberate or filled with sexual connotations.
But still I’d bit my lip, as the backs of my hands made contact with the soft warm grey Lycra of her bra, stroked against her breasts as I leaned over to loosen the tape pulling the seatbelt incredibly tightly, still I’d felt flushed and awkward as my hand ran over the hem of her matching grey Lycra panties during its removal. Though those emotions had been surpassed, when it came to helping her move over towards the open side door, as I’d had no option other than to run my hand under her butt, passed the other around her back, making her moan, in ways I’d rather not contemplate.
And yet, I had no such hang ups when it came to landing plenty of hard smacks to her firm, pert butt, once over my shoulder, for it wasn’t the first time she’d experienced such actions, but be honest, how many of you, with little sisters of your own, have longed to drag them over your knee and spank them for acting like a brat. And yet, I’d had no such inhibitions when it came to playfully, tenderising her firm, pert butt, with the occasional caress and squeeze in between blows, until it came to its natural conclusion and we entered the living room, until she was left kneeling next to her friends and Miss Vickers.
WOW! [mention]Bandit666[/mention], you are moving your story along. Great insight into the thoughts of our protagonist. I'm looking forward to uncovering more of the delicate issues between brother and sister. And, of course, his significant other. Well done.
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very, very good - despite, or rather: because of the actual lack of action, as mentioned by [mention]GreyLord[/mention] : superb insight.
oh, and, yes...erm, well: is there a video availlable?
oh, and, yes...erm, well: is there a video availlable?
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[mention]Bandit666[/mention] This part is so INCREDIBLE!! 
Do not be embarrassed dear protagonist, enjoy that feeling.
All the parts where he interacts with his sister makes me feel ALIVE!!
Do not be embarrassed dear protagonist, enjoy that feeling.
All the parts where he interacts with his sister makes me feel ALIVE!!
If your story has a little sister tied up by their brother,
I'll be there with comment and rating
I'll be there with comment and rating
That's an excellent piece of writing Bandit666!
great chapter
Nice chapter, and great insights into the mind of our protagonist.
So the ladies have arrived at the cabin and are probably wondering what will happen now. I love look in our "kidnappers" head 
His exitement! Very very lovely [mention]Bandit666[/mention] !
His exitement! Very very lovely [mention]Bandit666[/mention] !
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This is such a fun story, and combining it with your writing style makes it a gem to read.
Thank you. Looking forward to what happens next...
Thank you. Looking forward to what happens next...
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
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Thank you, I’m sure more will be revealed as we travel along on this little tale, the next part of which is finally about to be posted.
Sadly at this time I’m unable to find willing volunteers to play the leading rolls
I’m pleased to say you can continue to feel ALIVE as mores adventures and games are about to followsome_wanderer wrote: ↑10 months ago [mention]Bandit666[/mention] This part is so INCREDIBLE!!
Do not be embarrassed dear protagonist, enjoy that feeling.
All the parts where he interacts with his sister makes me feel ALIVE!!
Thank you my friend
Glad to know you’re still enjoying this tale, my apologies for the delay in continuing
More insights will follow I’m sure
Thanks, I’m planning more flash backs to previous adventures and games amongst current activities so stay tuned for more
It’s high praise indeed coming for the grand master of bondage tales to read such comments, I feel humbled by you wordsslackywacky wrote: ↑10 months ago This is such a fun story, and combining it with your writing style makes it a gem to read.
Thank you. Looking forward to what happens next...
Well it’s finally arrived, chapter 9 is here, my apologies for the delay, but sometimes real life can get in the way of a persons fun, still here’s hoping you’ll all enjoy and pass on your kind words of encouragement, pleasure, and support
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The games that we play
Part 9.
“In a moment I’m going to remove your blindfolds, let you see the true reason for the delay, why it was necessary for you to spend so long nice and secure”, I told them, having given the girls, Julie too, a few minutes to settle, accept they were indeed safe indoors, always from prying eyes, not that any existed. Though it did no harm, for me at least to allow their imaginations a moment or two to run wild, while I’d taken the time, the opportunity to circle them like a lone wolf delighting in the sight of his next prey, while I’d taken the chance, the opportunity to snatch another caress here and grope there, to sneak another, fondle here and squeeze there.
“But still, before I grant you such relief, prove to you all I’m not the meanest of captors, before I allow you the chance to experience a short time free of restraints, display a kindness undeserving of such mischief makers. Let me remind you all, that an agreement was made, a metaphorical golden handshake shared, should I succeed in catching you all, while avoiding being caught myself, while avoiding the ticking of the clock, either one of which would have brought your challenge to an end”, I’d added, once the muffled, incoherent comments, most of which I’m sure it was best not to understand, mainly for the benefit of Julie. For I knew the girls would, while no doubt finding new ways to course mischief, to get into trouble, accept events as they unfolded, perform their duties as expected.
“And yet, I can’t help but wonder, whom shall be first, should be the one that squeals loudest”, I’d teased, after lining myself up behind my sister, once I’d positioned myself at such an angle, that landing a nice stinging blow or two, or three, to her firm, pert, grey Lycra clad butt, would prove to be easy, whilst also strangely feeling a little less perturbed at doing so, possibly as a consequence to having to be so hands on during her extraction for the rear of the minivan.
“Or how about the one that moans the sweetest”, I’d hinted, following the dying down of my sisters squeals, and yelps, not that it truly mattered, for I was already indulging my secret need to play with Ellie’s fantastic breasts, savouring a moment of cardinal pleasure, that you’ll just have to imagine once more, while she moaned so sweetly, groaned so softly, gasped so invitingly.
“Though, how can I ignore the option, the opportunity to chose the one, who offered the least resistance, surrendered herself, more willingly than any other, handed herself to me, without concern, or fear of the consequences”, I’d proposed, focusing my attention upon Julie, as my hands gently slipped over her shoulders, till they were cupping her more than ample satin clad breasts, as my hands seductively, tastefully, began to caress and fondle.
“Then again, maybe it should be the one that offered he greatest resistance, made it harder than it needed to be, instead”, I’d implied, while giving Lucy the impression I was going to take my actions further than ever before, when I slid my fingers under the straps of her bathing suit, when I began to ease them towards the top of her arms, making her struggle just a little, seeing her grumble through her gag.
“Ah decisions, decisions, decisions, as you’re all so naughty, so misguided and mischievous, though one more than any other”, I’d teased, referring to how Katie had picked out a rather racy gold spandex bikini, that quite honestly, I must admit, felt so good to the touch, when stroked and caressed over her breasts, and tight little butt.
“And yet, it seems only fair, the one who was captured first, was caught off guard, thinking I’d not enter the girls changing room, thinking I’d not leave her there, helpless and scantly clad in a locked cubicle, shall have the truth revealed first, should see the truth, should when the time is right, be released first also”, I’d announced, but only after she too had been entertained, or rather had entertained, with her sweet squirming, and faint moaning, followed by a loud gasp when swiftly I’d removed the blindfold.
“So now you know the truth, and let me be honest I’m so very pleased you’ve accepted what has happened, understand and are willing to include Miss Vickers as part of our games”, I’d said once my sister and her friends, Ellie, Katie, Lucy, and Megan had, along side Julie been released from their restraints, had been allowed to freshen up, workout the stiffness in their joints, the aches in their muscles. Had been able to quickly shower and change, change into something equally as inspirational as before, correspondingly as appealing, skimpy and desirable, had joined me in the living room.
“But now we must eat, for you will need all your strength and energy for all I have planned”, I’d stated looking them up and down, aware of just what my friends would think, what they’d have to say if they could see my ever popular sister in just a newly purchased shiny black spandex bikini, that cupped her breasts like a slightly under sized bra, that clung to her firm pert butt and nether region link a second skin. If they could see my bow, the ever beautiful Ellie, who I knew was deliberately teasing me in her choice of metallic pink bikini, the two triangles that made the top, barely managing to contain her ample bosom, the strings hardly able to avoid snapping through the straining coursed, the bottoms coping no better, looking so enticing, and yet, for now at least frustratingly out of reach.
“Which is why, I’ve taken the liberty, and ordered a substantial delivery from the Chinese in town”, I’d continued, turning my attention first towards Miss Vickers, Julie, who’d managed to go from rocking blue satin underwear, to being a knockout in a two tone red bikini, the top being more like a soft sensual camisole that failed entirely in its efforts to conceal the hard protrusions of her nipples, the bottoms being nothing more than a thong. Then towards Katie, in her second bikini of the day, this one in pure white, this one looking more like the underwear I’d expected upon her initial capture, not that I’d complained at any point you understand, as she looked incredible in both options.
“Though of course being so far out, being here in a more rural setting, it means we have a long wait, a good hour or more to kill before it arrives”, I’d added, no sign of disappointment in my voice, as I’d looked directly at Lucy in a shiny black bikini that matched my sisters to perfection, leaving me wondering if, as secret lovers, they’d chosen them together, had made plans of their own, when enjoying how they look and feel.
“Giving us time for a little game, a nice little challenge for you all”, I’d suggested, making a straightforward hand gesture to cut out any complaints before they even began, to stop any protests before they could arrive.
“But first, you need to be split into pairs, one to be found, the other to seek”, I’d informed, with a huge smirk upon my face, for I knew just what was about to happen, though of course that’s no surprise to yourselves, was well aware of just how the girls, Miss Vickers too, would be gagged, would be bound.
So join me here next time on the ‘games that we play’, to learn for yourselves, just how tight the bindings may be, how tantalisingly humiliating the gags become, but most of all, discover what becomes of my not so unwilling captives……..
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The games that we play
Part 9.
“In a moment I’m going to remove your blindfolds, let you see the true reason for the delay, why it was necessary for you to spend so long nice and secure”, I told them, having given the girls, Julie too, a few minutes to settle, accept they were indeed safe indoors, always from prying eyes, not that any existed. Though it did no harm, for me at least to allow their imaginations a moment or two to run wild, while I’d taken the time, the opportunity to circle them like a lone wolf delighting in the sight of his next prey, while I’d taken the chance, the opportunity to snatch another caress here and grope there, to sneak another, fondle here and squeeze there.
“But still, before I grant you such relief, prove to you all I’m not the meanest of captors, before I allow you the chance to experience a short time free of restraints, display a kindness undeserving of such mischief makers. Let me remind you all, that an agreement was made, a metaphorical golden handshake shared, should I succeed in catching you all, while avoiding being caught myself, while avoiding the ticking of the clock, either one of which would have brought your challenge to an end”, I’d added, once the muffled, incoherent comments, most of which I’m sure it was best not to understand, mainly for the benefit of Julie. For I knew the girls would, while no doubt finding new ways to course mischief, to get into trouble, accept events as they unfolded, perform their duties as expected.
“And yet, I can’t help but wonder, whom shall be first, should be the one that squeals loudest”, I’d teased, after lining myself up behind my sister, once I’d positioned myself at such an angle, that landing a nice stinging blow or two, or three, to her firm, pert, grey Lycra clad butt, would prove to be easy, whilst also strangely feeling a little less perturbed at doing so, possibly as a consequence to having to be so hands on during her extraction for the rear of the minivan.
“Or how about the one that moans the sweetest”, I’d hinted, following the dying down of my sisters squeals, and yelps, not that it truly mattered, for I was already indulging my secret need to play with Ellie’s fantastic breasts, savouring a moment of cardinal pleasure, that you’ll just have to imagine once more, while she moaned so sweetly, groaned so softly, gasped so invitingly.
“Though, how can I ignore the option, the opportunity to chose the one, who offered the least resistance, surrendered herself, more willingly than any other, handed herself to me, without concern, or fear of the consequences”, I’d proposed, focusing my attention upon Julie, as my hands gently slipped over her shoulders, till they were cupping her more than ample satin clad breasts, as my hands seductively, tastefully, began to caress and fondle.
“Then again, maybe it should be the one that offered he greatest resistance, made it harder than it needed to be, instead”, I’d implied, while giving Lucy the impression I was going to take my actions further than ever before, when I slid my fingers under the straps of her bathing suit, when I began to ease them towards the top of her arms, making her struggle just a little, seeing her grumble through her gag.
“Ah decisions, decisions, decisions, as you’re all so naughty, so misguided and mischievous, though one more than any other”, I’d teased, referring to how Katie had picked out a rather racy gold spandex bikini, that quite honestly, I must admit, felt so good to the touch, when stroked and caressed over her breasts, and tight little butt.
“And yet, it seems only fair, the one who was captured first, was caught off guard, thinking I’d not enter the girls changing room, thinking I’d not leave her there, helpless and scantly clad in a locked cubicle, shall have the truth revealed first, should see the truth, should when the time is right, be released first also”, I’d announced, but only after she too had been entertained, or rather had entertained, with her sweet squirming, and faint moaning, followed by a loud gasp when swiftly I’d removed the blindfold.
“So now you know the truth, and let me be honest I’m so very pleased you’ve accepted what has happened, understand and are willing to include Miss Vickers as part of our games”, I’d said once my sister and her friends, Ellie, Katie, Lucy, and Megan had, along side Julie been released from their restraints, had been allowed to freshen up, workout the stiffness in their joints, the aches in their muscles. Had been able to quickly shower and change, change into something equally as inspirational as before, correspondingly as appealing, skimpy and desirable, had joined me in the living room.
“But now we must eat, for you will need all your strength and energy for all I have planned”, I’d stated looking them up and down, aware of just what my friends would think, what they’d have to say if they could see my ever popular sister in just a newly purchased shiny black spandex bikini, that cupped her breasts like a slightly under sized bra, that clung to her firm pert butt and nether region link a second skin. If they could see my bow, the ever beautiful Ellie, who I knew was deliberately teasing me in her choice of metallic pink bikini, the two triangles that made the top, barely managing to contain her ample bosom, the strings hardly able to avoid snapping through the straining coursed, the bottoms coping no better, looking so enticing, and yet, for now at least frustratingly out of reach.
“Which is why, I’ve taken the liberty, and ordered a substantial delivery from the Chinese in town”, I’d continued, turning my attention first towards Miss Vickers, Julie, who’d managed to go from rocking blue satin underwear, to being a knockout in a two tone red bikini, the top being more like a soft sensual camisole that failed entirely in its efforts to conceal the hard protrusions of her nipples, the bottoms being nothing more than a thong. Then towards Katie, in her second bikini of the day, this one in pure white, this one looking more like the underwear I’d expected upon her initial capture, not that I’d complained at any point you understand, as she looked incredible in both options.
“Though of course being so far out, being here in a more rural setting, it means we have a long wait, a good hour or more to kill before it arrives”, I’d added, no sign of disappointment in my voice, as I’d looked directly at Lucy in a shiny black bikini that matched my sisters to perfection, leaving me wondering if, as secret lovers, they’d chosen them together, had made plans of their own, when enjoying how they look and feel.
“Giving us time for a little game, a nice little challenge for you all”, I’d suggested, making a straightforward hand gesture to cut out any complaints before they even began, to stop any protests before they could arrive.
“But first, you need to be split into pairs, one to be found, the other to seek”, I’d informed, with a huge smirk upon my face, for I knew just what was about to happen, though of course that’s no surprise to yourselves, was well aware of just how the girls, Miss Vickers too, would be gagged, would be bound.
So join me here next time on the ‘games that we play’, to learn for yourselves, just how tight the bindings may be, how tantalisingly humiliating the gags become, but most of all, discover what becomes of my not so unwilling captives……..
I find it so disappointing, [mention]Bandit666[/mention], that my sister did not have friends like this. Or did she and I was just too much of a wuss to take proper advantage? No matter, your wonderful writing has certainly unleashed my imagination. Thank you.
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some_wanderer
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As usual [mention]Bandit666[/mention] , another great chapter that brings happiness to us readers. 
I just hope that the dear protagonist never feels awkward handling his sister, he should feel blessed
, and stronger with every moment with her.
Now waiting for what he has planned.
I just hope that the dear protagonist never feels awkward handling his sister, he should feel blessed
, and stronger with every moment with her.Now waiting for what he has planned.
If your story has a little sister tied up by their brother,
I'll be there with comment and rating
I'll be there with comment and rating
excellent stuff! Eagerly awaiting the next chapter!
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slackywacky
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"He who has a way with words".
That's what this was, an example on writing a chapter in which nothing happens, but a lot happens.
Well done.
That's what this was, an example on writing a chapter in which nothing happens, but a lot happens.
Well done.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
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great chapter
What an outstanding Chapter [mention]Bandit666[/mention] - the build up of thrill and suspense is fantastic And everything else of course!
And everything else of course!Very nice chapter, and I definitely wanting to see what happens next.
This is really good......a little surprised I just now saw it. Gonna have to go back and read from the beginning, lol.
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This is interesting, and unexpected. It's very well written, and not at all creepy. Nice job!