Theresa m/f
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 2:17 pm
Bill;
I hid behind some bushes that surrounded the pool, where Theresa was swimming. The bushes were planted in such a way, that no one could see you, except from a few windows of the mansion. Today, however, there was no one but us at home. I looked down at the bag of supplies at my feet, relishing the thought of what I was about to do to her.
We, our friends, or a mix thereof, had already been 'kidnapping' and tying each other up on a number of occasions this past summer, but I planned to do it one last time before school started and we went to separate boarding schools, half a country apart. I had already spotted the perfect place to hide her, while she was trying to escape.
Now; the rules of the game were quite simple; in fact there were no, except that the one catching you, had to give you a time frame in which to escape and return to where you came from, otherwise you were at his, or her, mercy. Furthermore, the hiding place had to be within reasonable walking distance from home. Other than that, you had a carte blanche, as far as where, how and when was concerned.
Theresa, dressed in a flowery bathing suit put her hands on the edge of the pool and pushed herself up. She squeezed some of the water out of her long hair, that had gone a bit bleached by the sun. She gracefully got to her feet, and sauntered slowly over to a deckchair, where she lay down and closed her eyes.
She opened one eye and yawned lazily. "Well; get on with it, Bill! Or have you lost your nerve, all of a sudden? I've been expecting to be kidnapped for a long time by now, and you're just standing there, like a buffoon!"
Realizing the pointlessness of hiding, as she had already spotted me, I grabbed the bag, and walked over to her.
"Where to this time?" she asked.
"You'll see." I replied. "Get up!"
"Do I have to put my shoes on?" she asked, as she got to her feet.
"No, you don't." I replied. "Nor do you need a bath robe. Now, close your eyes, put your hands behind your back, spread your legs, and open your mouth."
She obediently did as I told her, and I quickly tied a scarf tightly around her head, over her eyes. Then I bunched up a handkerchief and stuffed that into her mouth, before tying another scarf around her head, to hold it in place. Then I took a piece of rope and tied her wrists together, making sure it was snug, but not overly so, and that she could reach the knots, albeit not without having to struggle. Lastly, I took another, much longer, piece of rope and used it as a crotch-rope and to use as a lead/something to use to tie her to a tree.
I grabbed her arm, and ordered her to start walking.
Theresa:
We seemed to keep walking for ages, but I guess he was leading me in circles, most of the time.
Finally, he pushed me to the ground, and tied my ankles together.
"Right," he said, "you've got exactly one hour to get back home. Your time starts---" he was quiet for what I thought was an awfully long time, "NOW!"
I could hear a stream gurgling nearby, and realized where we were! He had actually left me quite some distance from home, all of a sudden making that hour he had mentioned very short. Remember, not only did I have to get free, I also had to be back home before that hour was up!
"Calm down, will you!" I told myself. "He wouldn't dump you like this and then just go home! He's probably somewhere close by, just waiting for something to go wrong."
I started to methodically search for a knot I could undo, so I could get my hands free. I found one fairly quickly, only to realize it was a complicated one, and that there were at least two more, equally complicated, before I could even start to get my hands free!
"Oh, Bill! You are SO dead, when we meet again for the Christmas holidays!" I thought.
As it took me quite some time just to get my wrists free, I realized I hadn't much time for all the rest, but those knots were surprisingly easy to undo.
When I had taken the blindfold off, I looked around, and actually saw glimpses of the top of the roof of our house, through the trees. I started jogging back home.
Bill:
I stood close by, silently, watching her get her wrists free surprisingly quickly, before I headed back home, confident she wouldn't make it back in time. But I was wrong. She did make it; albeit with only minutes to spare, and I could see she was already plotting her revenge.
I hid behind some bushes that surrounded the pool, where Theresa was swimming. The bushes were planted in such a way, that no one could see you, except from a few windows of the mansion. Today, however, there was no one but us at home. I looked down at the bag of supplies at my feet, relishing the thought of what I was about to do to her.
We, our friends, or a mix thereof, had already been 'kidnapping' and tying each other up on a number of occasions this past summer, but I planned to do it one last time before school started and we went to separate boarding schools, half a country apart. I had already spotted the perfect place to hide her, while she was trying to escape.
Now; the rules of the game were quite simple; in fact there were no, except that the one catching you, had to give you a time frame in which to escape and return to where you came from, otherwise you were at his, or her, mercy. Furthermore, the hiding place had to be within reasonable walking distance from home. Other than that, you had a carte blanche, as far as where, how and when was concerned.
Theresa, dressed in a flowery bathing suit put her hands on the edge of the pool and pushed herself up. She squeezed some of the water out of her long hair, that had gone a bit bleached by the sun. She gracefully got to her feet, and sauntered slowly over to a deckchair, where she lay down and closed her eyes.
She opened one eye and yawned lazily. "Well; get on with it, Bill! Or have you lost your nerve, all of a sudden? I've been expecting to be kidnapped for a long time by now, and you're just standing there, like a buffoon!"
Realizing the pointlessness of hiding, as she had already spotted me, I grabbed the bag, and walked over to her.
"Where to this time?" she asked.
"You'll see." I replied. "Get up!"
"Do I have to put my shoes on?" she asked, as she got to her feet.
"No, you don't." I replied. "Nor do you need a bath robe. Now, close your eyes, put your hands behind your back, spread your legs, and open your mouth."
She obediently did as I told her, and I quickly tied a scarf tightly around her head, over her eyes. Then I bunched up a handkerchief and stuffed that into her mouth, before tying another scarf around her head, to hold it in place. Then I took a piece of rope and tied her wrists together, making sure it was snug, but not overly so, and that she could reach the knots, albeit not without having to struggle. Lastly, I took another, much longer, piece of rope and used it as a crotch-rope and to use as a lead/something to use to tie her to a tree.
I grabbed her arm, and ordered her to start walking.
Theresa:
We seemed to keep walking for ages, but I guess he was leading me in circles, most of the time.
Finally, he pushed me to the ground, and tied my ankles together.
"Right," he said, "you've got exactly one hour to get back home. Your time starts---" he was quiet for what I thought was an awfully long time, "NOW!"
I could hear a stream gurgling nearby, and realized where we were! He had actually left me quite some distance from home, all of a sudden making that hour he had mentioned very short. Remember, not only did I have to get free, I also had to be back home before that hour was up!
"Calm down, will you!" I told myself. "He wouldn't dump you like this and then just go home! He's probably somewhere close by, just waiting for something to go wrong."
I started to methodically search for a knot I could undo, so I could get my hands free. I found one fairly quickly, only to realize it was a complicated one, and that there were at least two more, equally complicated, before I could even start to get my hands free!
"Oh, Bill! You are SO dead, when we meet again for the Christmas holidays!" I thought.
As it took me quite some time just to get my wrists free, I realized I hadn't much time for all the rest, but those knots were surprisingly easy to undo.
When I had taken the blindfold off, I looked around, and actually saw glimpses of the top of the roof of our house, through the trees. I started jogging back home.
Bill:
I stood close by, silently, watching her get her wrists free surprisingly quickly, before I headed back home, confident she wouldn't make it back in time. But I was wrong. She did make it; albeit with only minutes to spare, and I could see she was already plotting her revenge.