The Damsels Guidebook to Distress and Other Unfortunate Situations Part 2
"Uh-uh. It didn't work like that for the Angels did it?" That surprised me. I know why I remember Charlies Angels because of the kinky side of my personality. That Abbie remembered those games too was an eye opener. "And you Darling aren't in a position to bargain with me at the moment. In fact I can do almost anything I like to you and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Is there?"
I had to twist over to glare up at her. ""Nice belly button piercing. Don't show Mother. So I guess you still like being tied up huh?"
I wasn't a god damn child. I was a god damn damsel. I have dimples for god sake. Today was going downhill fast and it wasn't even eleven o'clock. Besides all my girlfriends said my belly button piercing looked hot. Especially when I wore a two piece bathing suit drinking rum punch sunbathing by the pool.
"Yes I like being tied up Okay!!" I half shouted back at her.
"Good." Quick as a flash Abbie was on her knees and rolled me back over on to my stomach, much to my chagrin. She had a mouthful of very unladylike abuse from me, while squealing my most abject displeasure. That's another reason cute damsels in distress have to be gagged. They have exceptionally potty mouths when someone comes along and disturbs their precious time in subspace.
Abbie was behind me and she was pulling the end of the Ziptie and all of a sudden my easy loose fitting Zip hogtie was gone. Vrrrrup, Vrrup, Vrp and my fingers could suddenly feel the heel of my feet. There was no slack left and all of a sudden I was back playing Charlies Angels whether I liked it or not.
"You know. You have a lot of these Ziptie thingy's left over. I remember us playing with rope as kids. Mom's washing line I think it was."
She picked up one of the smaller ones and the Bitch set about cinching the tie on my crossed ankles. Vrrrup. It tightened my ankles to just that side of very snug and I twisted my head around and I mewed in protest. Then I saw her take up one of the bigger ties. I felt it as she slid it under my arms and brought the Ziptie slowly up higher until it was under my elbows and still it moved higher. "No Please. Not that." I yelped in protest.
Then I heard the Vrrrup and the plastic tie was resting snuggly against my skin. Vrrrup. My elbows were now forced in and I could feel my shoulder blades moving unnaturally towards each other. Vrrrrup. Vrrp. Before I could protest, Abbie had forced my elbows to touch and suddenly I was in the most uncomfortable hogtie of my life. I sucked in my breath in shock.
"That's better Paula. Not so chatty now are you, huh?"
I think I squealed to her. It went against everything a stoic cute damsel was supposed to act like in the "Damsels Guidebook to Distress and Other Unfortunate Situations".
"Please release my elbows. I'll do anything you want! Please?" I whimpered. I would have stamped my foot but hogties make that so hard to do when trying to get your own way.
It got me a swat on my naked bottom and I yelled. Then I was rolled over on my side and she took another Ziptie and cinched the knee tie.
"Shouldn't you be releasing me now so we can meet Mommy?" I tried to change tact. Abbie hates to be late for anything.
"Nice try Twerp. You said we have two hours and that was twenty minutes ago." She picked up a couple more of the medium sized Zipties. I stared at her. It was imperative for all subdued damsels to look forlorn and helpless with big sorrowful, slightly tearful eyes. Well either I was out of practice on that score, or Abbie was playing hard ball.
It could also be the fact she was so intent to Ziptie the ties around my chest between my arm and my torso. When I struggled to try to stop her she swatted me on the thigh and I could see the red hand print on the top of my thigh. I didn't have any choice but to let her do it. First she joined all the Zipties into one long piece of plastic. Vrrrup. Vrrrup. Vrrrup. Vrrrup. With the long Ziptie she pushed it under the torso ties and pulled the length of plastic around the back of my neck, around and back under the zipties on my other side and back to join then at the mid-point of my back.
Vrrrrrrrrrup. Abbie was slow and deliberate. As she pulled the big Ziptie together is started to cinch between my arms and my back. Vrrrup, Vrrrup, Vrrrup. The tie was pressing into the back of my neck the more she tightened. My arms felt welded to my body and I knew I couldn't shuck off the body cables over my head which would have been the easy option. I was now completely helpless until my darling sister wanted to cut me free.
Vrrrup Vrup Vrr. I cursed her again at the jolt in my arms shouting that if she pulled any more, my arms would probably fall off if she didn't stop tightening the bloody cables so tight. I twisted as much as I could to get free from her grip. I had rolled over and the knotted bandanna was now right by my chin.
"Shit. Will you please let me go?" I murmured. I was waiting for her to grab the gag and finish the job.
She sat on the floor next to me stroking my hair out of my face. It felt nice after the horrid things she had done to me. "You know I am going to worry about you now. Whether or not you are doing this to yourself every evening and whether Mom and Dad are going to get a crazy call in the middle of the night to say my kinky sister has been found dead in her bedroom half eaten by the local cats because she had bound and gagged herself so tightly she couldn't get free." I know she was joking, but her point hit home though.
She sat stroking my hair. "Come over next Saturday evening. I have to take Mark to the airport as he is away on a business trip to Japan next week. We can go for Pizza with the kids and then put something on Netflix. Once I put the kids to bed, maybe I can tuck you up nice and snug. But only if you want though?" The last part was said quietly like she was almost embarrassed.
W.T.F
I couldn't believe my ears. All I wanted was to be let go now not worry about next weekend. Then Abbie was up and she was rummaging in my laundry basket. Two pairs of my cotton panties were tossed close to my head and I groaned as Abbie knelt beside me and picked up the red pair of briefs and slowly and deliberately started to fold them up in front of my face.
Every smart damsel knew what was about to happen. It's been in all the story books since time immemorial and now was all over the internet. I was wondering if my mouth was big enough to cope with two pairs of pantie briefs stuffed in my mouth.
"Be a good girl and open up." Abbie cooed.
Yeah. Like that was ever going to happen. An intrepid damsel would never have willingly opened her mouth to be gagged. It just wasn't the done thing! Well not without putting up a modicum of a struggle first! Didn't my sister know the rules?
As I twisted my head away she pinched my nose. It wasn't like I could move very much with all the Zipties pulled taut. She pulled my nose up raising my head back. When I had to suck in a gasp of air, the panties were forced into my mouth and that was that. A cute damsel's worst nightmare was to be left chewing on her own panties. Yesterday's panties! Eeeuuw. Abbie was a nasty bitch.
She had her hand over my mouth to prevent me spitting them out too. Maybe she had read the rules after all, but just forgot the part about not volunteering one's self to be gagged. I was twisting my head to get free when I noticed her reaching for the blue pair of briefs. I tried to scream no, but she just carried on. The panties were shaken out and she was stretching them over my head. That surprised me for I thought I would be chomping on them for the rest of the morning.
The gusset went over my nose and I knew Abbie was trying to humiliate me. The hand over my mouth was adjusted as she straightened the panties over my face and then I felt the knotted bandanna pushed against my lips and forced back into my mouth. She pulled the bandanna tight and then she gave it several tugs before she knotted it at the back of my neck.
She took one last Ziptie and she pushed me flat on my stomach. Then I felt the plastic on my upper arm and Vrrrupp. My elbows suddenly felt very tight. I growled at Abbie to stop cinching my elbows. They were already tight enough I thought they would drop off. "You are so cute Paula. You are much more fun to play with now than when you were a kid. You are much more realistic at trying to escape." She laughed while I squealed curses at her.
I got a swat on the bum and then she said. "I'll cut you free in an hour or so and maybe then we can meet Mommy." And then she was gone.
"Yeah! Run Bitch. You better run!" I screamed into the gag. Okay. As much as I tried to scream it at her I could only come up with a half muffled "OO EDDA UN."
She sure wasn't running, damn her. It was a sashay. The damn heels she was wearing enhanced her calves and her bum was all pert and provocative. She pulled my escape method off the door lintel and picked the bowl up and shut the bedroom door. Then I heard the pad, pad, pad down the stairs and the heels tap away down the hallway to the kitchen. When the kettle started to whistle I knew she must be having a coffee and reading the newspaper I had left on the kitchen table.
With the door shut I couldn't get out of my bedroom without her help. Abby had the medical scissors I usually use to escape too. It took a lot more effort to move now I was bent up like a pretzel. I tried to wriggle my fingers in the ankle Ziptie. If I could pull it really hard I might be able to break the zipper function. I tried to pull my feet away from my body with my index finger partly under the Ziptie. With Abbie using another Ziptie to cinch my bonds, it really was the best I could do. It was also quite useless.
