Dreams Do Come True (Ff/f)

[KP Presents]

Looking at Belinda and Anne now, I have to admit that our situation – my situation - had exceeded my wildest dreams. I could see they were smiling as well, under the white tape that covered their mouths – and even their mum was smiling as she looked over.

But I could not help thinking back to where all this started,,,


My name is Josie – I’m twelve years old, just, and I live in this town next door to my best friend in the whole world, Belinda. We’re in the same class in school – she’s a couple of months younger than me – so she’s eleven, and her little sister Anne is nine. We do everything together – and have done since Belinda and I were toddlers and Anne joined in.

It was about six months ago, in the early summer, when we found that board on the web. We had spent the day in a park – I was wearing a white cap sleeved top and shorts with black dots, Belinda in white t-shirt and faded denim shorts, and Anne a pale blue shift dress. When we got back to their house, we kicked off our trainers and went up to Belinda’s room to see if we could find any new Taylor Swift videos.

So as Belinda booted up her laptop, Anne and I sat either side of her and looked at what came up. There are some videos, but not many I had not seen before – and then this link labelled “Me and Mummy as Swiftie Captives”, and it was linked to a bulletin board titled TTT Club. We looked at each other before Belinda clicked on the link, and this discussion board came up. The story was this twelve-year-old girl who had gone with her mother to a concert – they had dressed up, her in a pink slip dress with a spangly over dress, white sandals, and a pink cowboy hat. Her mother was wearing a pink lace dress and white cowboy boots, with her own white cowboy hat.

So far, so good – but as we read on, we found out that when they got back, there was an intruder in their house, a man with a stocking pulled down over his head, who told this girl he had been hired by her mother to play a game where they were both kidnapped for money. The man had then tied the girl up and put some tape over her mouth to keep her quiet, so that she could not move or talk while he did the same to her mother.

He then left them to struggle, before her mother managed to get the tape away from her mouth and told the girl they had actually been robbed!

There were other people on the chat, who asked her questions, but they all said they had been robbed by the same man – or by a woman who did the same thing – so they were like a community. I finished the story, and I admit, I was curious, I wanted to know more.

I asked Belinda to go to the main index, and there were so many stories there. As we read more, I saw Anne and Belinda were both interested as well, as we discussed what it must feel like to not be able to move, not be able to speak.

Anne then put her hands behind her back and closed her lips together, trying to talk as she wriggled round, and we both joined in as well. It was exciting, but I wondered if something was missing. I had to go home, however, but as I left Belinda invited me to sleep over with her and Anne next weekend.

I said I would, but over the next few days I could not get those stories out of my mind…






When I went round to their house the next Saturday, Belinda and Anne hugged me, and took me to their room while their mother prepared some food for us. They showed me some more of the stories - and I was amazed that so many young girls (and some boys) had been treated so nicely by a robber.

They had also uncovered what TTT stood for – Tied Too Tight. It had been started by a couple of girls who had met this Games Player, as they called both of them, and had been left with their mother so tightly tied they really could not move or call for help.

I sat and read some of them for myself, and I was excited to see what had happened. Left so many ways – on their beds, on the couch, on the floor, with their mothers or their brothers and sisters. But what came over from all of them was they were not afraid, even when they found out what had really happened.

Their mum then called us down, and we had some food before we took buckets of popcorn and drinks backup to Belinda’s bedroom, and we got changed. I had brought a pair of bluer pyjamas with orange and blue squares, while Belinda changed into a pink t-shirt and pants with sheep on them. Anne had on a white vest and pink checked bottoms.

We started a film on her Blu-Ray player, but we were not watching – we were reading more of the stories, before Belinda showed me three red bandanas she had “borrowed” from her mother. She challenged me to tie one over my mouth – so I folded it into a band and tied it over my mouth, round my head. Belinda and Anne then did the same themselves, and we tried to talk.

It was - disappointing. I had thought from the stories that if our mouths were covered, we would not be able to understand each other, but we could – it just sounded as if we had a pillow over our heads. IT was Anne, believe it or not, who then opened her mouth and pulled the bandana into her mouth, closing her lips over it as she tightened the knot at the back of her neck. We both looked at her as she tried to talk – and it was not that understandable.

Belinda an di then did the same thing – the material tasted funny on my tongue as I pulled it between my lips, but it did keep my tongue down, and it was certainly more difficult to talk. We kept trying to do so as we read some more stories, but I could feel my mouth was getting drier and the cloth was getting wetter, so in the end we took the scarves out, and each had a big drink.

Anne then looked at another story, while I opened my bag and showed something to Belinda. You see, one details had stuck in my mind from the stories I had seen last week – when the girls had tape pressed down over their mouths and were unable to talk to anyone. Well, I was fascinated by that, and when I had been in town earlier that day, I had managed to buy something.

The something was a roll of sticking plaster, made with brown fabric, and I watched as Belinda gingerly peeled a length free and then pressed it down over her mouth. I asked her how it felt, and she tried to talk – but nothing came out except a mumble.

That made Anne look round, her eyes wide as she looked at her sister – and then she took the roll from Belinda, tore a strip off and pressed it down over her own mouth.

They then both looked at me, and I knew the challenge had been issued – so I pressed a length down over my own mouth, and I felt the tug on the skin round my mouth. It did, however, certainly keep me quiet as we read some more stories.

Sure, we could not eat or drink for a while, but it meant we had more of an understanding of how they must have felt – and I certainly was wondering now how it would feel to be their captive as I put my hands behind my back and wriggled round some more…

There was one problem, however, and that was when we took the plaster off our mouths – and saw the sticky residue round our mouths. We managed to wash it off, and when we talked, we all agreed we wanted to feel that experience again – but we needed something that would not leave a mark.

So, we did a search online, and then looked at each other…

A week later, we gathered in my bedroom, and I opened the box to show the wide white rolls of tape. Taking one out, we each tore a strip off and pressed it over our mouths. It stuck just as well – and we could see the shape of our lips underneath as we tried to talk.

It was – AMAZING! I could see we all felt the same way, as sat and kept trying to talk, only mumbled sounds coming out. I knew then we had found a new thing to do together – which we did for some weeks, before we decided to try the next step.




For that Saturday, we all dressed the same – white t-shirts, blue jeans with ripped knees, and white socks. Belinda and Anne were in my bedroom – my mum and dad were downstairs doing some gardening, so I reckoned we had some time to be on our own.

I sat on the bed and picked up the roll of white tape, before they watched me bend my legs and put my ankles on the bed. I had read the story of how they made the girls tie themselves up with tape, and as I did so I could feel my legs rubbing together as well.

Belinda then sat on the bed net to me and put her feet up as I handed her the roll, and then wound the tape round her own ankles – and then Anne sat next to her and watched as her sister taped her wrists together.

She then allowed Belinda to put the white tape over her mouth, before she gagged herself – we now knew that was the right word – and I gagged myself before making sure I had a pair of scissors to hand.

I then gave the roll back to Belinda as Anne put her hands together in front of her. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she watched, and then held her hands up, wriggling them round as the tape crinkled. She then did the same to me before giving me the roll to hold, with the end peeled off. She then stuck one of her wrists to that and wound them round so that her wrists were taped as well. I dropped the roll of tape on the bed, as we looked at each other, our lips clearly smiling under the tape as we got off the bed and started to jump round.

It was amazing stuff, the greatest of feelings as we laughed and then collapsed on the bed, wiggling round. It wasn’t that tight- in fact, we were able to shake our hands free of the tape and then our ankles – but we kept the tape over our mouths.

Well, that is until Mum came in and found us. She looked at us, and for a moment we stared back at her, wondering what she was going to say. After what seemed like an eternity, she just turned and left the room - coming back with drinks and snacks.

“Mhmm?”

“Takes me back to when I played games with your brothers – although they used Mum’s silk scarves.

“Until she caught them and made them work off paying for the replacements.” She put the tray down and said “I want to talk to you later Josie. For now, have fun.”

We looked at each other as she left, closing the door behind herself, and then we looked at each other for a few minutes, before we peeled the tape away, wiped them with cleansing wipes, and then began to eat and drink.

After Belinda and Anne went home, Mum and I had a long. long chat, and I told her everything we had done. She then got her tablet, and I showed her the discussion board, the stories.

That was when she hugged me and asked me to invite Belinda and Anne to come next week – and to dress in a certain way.




I smiled as I opened the door to both of them, the cool autumn air blowing into the house. I was wearing a leopard print jacket over a black t-shirt, and a pair of jeans with the legs tucked into my knee length black leather boots.

Both Belinda and Anne were also dressed for the weather, as I had asked them to be – Belinda was wearing a blue cap sleeved dress with a short skirt, and a pair of black biker boots with straps that came up to my knees. Anne was also wearing a short skirted dress – her one had a black cap sleeve top half, and a sparkly skirt, but she was also wearing knee length black leather biker boots.

We went into the front room, where Mum was waiting – and we saw on the couch several lengths of rope, three pairs of white socks – and the roll of white tape. She asked if we had all been to the toilet, and after we nodded, she told us to hold our hands out, before she pulled the socks up over them.

Anne asked her why she did that, and Mum said it was to protect our wrists. She pointed to three dining chairs from the table, and told us all to sit in one, and then to put our hands and arms through the spaces in the chair back before we sit back.

Well, we did as Mum asked of course as she picked up a length of rope and walked behind my chair- and then I felt the rope over my wrists as she pulled them together. I tried not to wriggle as she made sure my wrists were secured together. I watched Belinda bite her lower lip as she then did the same to her, and then to Anne, as she suggested they may not want to tell their mother that she was doing this to us.

Once we all had our wrists secured, she wrapped some rope round each of us at the waist to hold us against the chair back, and then she knelt down in front of Anne, smiling as she started to bind her ankles together with another length of rope. She was watching the white band as it got bigger, and then Mum took the rope between her legs and tied the ends off.

Anne swung her legs up and down as she did the same to Belinda, and then to me, so that we were tied on the chairs and unable to get off. So this was what it felt like…

She then added the finishing touch, as she pressed the white tape down over each of our mouths, and then turned the television on, saying she had some housework to finish. We watched her walk out of the room and then tried to move our arms – with no success.

I knew I was smiling under the tape, and looking over I saw both my friends were as well. The shape of their lips was clear - the tape was snug on my skin and holding firm – so eventually we just stopped and watched Totally Spies instead.

Mum eventually freed us but allowed us to keep the tape on for a while longer. It was great.

And given what happened it was also a great thing to happen…



It was a couple of weeks ago, and the three of us had been to a party at our school – one we were told to wear out best party outfits for. In my case, that meant I got to wear the gold dress and matching jacket with gold sandals, which came to just above my knees.

Belinda was wearing a long-sleeved purple knee length dress, with a black leather band around the waist and a chocolate and a black leather band at the hem of the skirt, while Anne was wearing a red short sleeved dress with a short skirt. We all had our hair pulled back and in a ponytail, while the girls were wearing black slippers.

It was their mother who dropped us off at the school, and then picked us up again. She had a long black coat on over a cream V-necked sweater, and grey jeans with black ankle boots. As my parents were out until late, she took us back to their house, the three of us walking into the front room and talking to each other as she went to the kitchen to make us some snacks.

We were just sitting, talking to each other, when Belinda and Anne’s mum came in – but she was not alone. She had taken her coat off and put a tray with glasses and bowls on the low table – but it was the other woman who walked in with her that we all stared at.

She was younger than their mother and was wearing a tight black jumper and leggings with over the knee black boots, black gloves – and a stocking mask pulled down over her head and pressing her blonde hair down.

“Girls,” Anne’s mother said, “I’ve arranged a – a special treat for tonight. This is an actress, who is going to play the part of a robber, and she is going to have to make sure all four of us cannot raise the alarm. It is just a game – all right?”

I could see how scared she was – and Belinda could as well, but Anne could not stop looking at the masked woman. She then nodded as she said, “can we have a drink first, Miss Robber?”

“Of course you can,” she said, “so long as you allow me to make sure you cannot run away.” She took off the rucksack she was walking, and took some white ropes out, kneeling by Anne first before she used one to make sure her ankles stayed together – and then a second one below her knees, the band going around and between her legs.

This really was the Games Player, as she secured Belinda’s legs in the same way, and then knelt next to me. I had to look worried as she took the rope round and between my own legs to hold my ankles together – and then below my knees as well. This was more than Mum had done before -but somehow it just felt right for this to happen.”

The lady then gave each of us a drink, and a bowl of snacks, as she said she now had to make sure our mother was not going to be able to raise the alarm. She asked her for her handbag and mobile phone, which she handed over, and then she asked her to put her hands behind her back, and we all watched as the Player made sure they were secured tightly together behind her back. I knew how that had felt when Mum had done it – but the Player wasn’t covering her wrists.

She then did something none of us had seen before – my Mum had tied ropes round our waists, but the Player took a long, LONG rope and pulled it round their mother’s body, below and above her chest, so that her arms were held against her sides in two places. It looked really tight, but she could see I was staring at her, so she smiled and said it just felt as if she was being hugged.

“Are you going to do that to us as well?”

The Player looked at Anne and nodded as she said she would do it once we had finished, so as we looked at each other we slowly put our glasses on the bowls and looked at Anne’s mother. She nodded as the player took the bowls and put them on the table, and then walked behind Anne as she told her to put her hands behind her back.

Belinda and I watched as the masked woman used the rope to secure her little sister’s wrists together behind her back, and then a longer rope around her arms and body so that they were forced against her sides as well. As the ropes were tied off, I asked “is it like being hugged?”

“Yes, it is,” Anne said as she wiggled round her body, while the Player then took Belinda’s wrists behind her back and tied her upper body up in the same way.

She also wriggled round as I felt the rope on my won wrists. It was tighter then when Mum had done it to us, but it also felt softer – does that sound strange? Then I felt the rope pulling my own arms against my sides, my jacket opening up a little as she wound it round me – and I did feel as if I was being hugged for a very long time.

We all were smiling by now, as Belinda said, “this is a fantastic game, Mum – thank you.”

“Now, I need to take your mother for a walk round the house,” the Player said, “but I need to make sure you cannot call for help either.” She looked in her rucksack as Belinda and I looked at each other – and then we saw the roll of white tape, wide, perfect…

I could hardly contain my excitement as she peeled a length off and then pressed it down over my mouth, the tape sticking to my chin and lips as she smoothed it down, then moved down and made sure that Belinda’s and Anne’s mouth was covered with the tape as well. She then helped their mother to stand up as they went out of the room, all three of us watching as they went up the stairs and then looking at each other.

“Htsrhrhlhrr?”

I nodded in response to Anne’s question, and then said “Hwwdhdshtfhhll?”

“Fhnnthsthk.” Belinda’s lips were moving under the tape not opening as she spoke, and we all nodded in agreement. IT did feel fantastic – not being able to move easily, certainly not being able to talk, and we all could see each other’s smile as we wriggled round safe in the ropes.

When their mother came back down, we saw she also had the tape over her mouth as the Player helped her to sit on the chair, and then knelt down as she secured her ankles and legs together in the same way as us. She looked at us, and said “huhhghrlshhlrht?”

“Whrfhfhnmhm – fhnksfhrfdhhnths,” Belinda said as Anne and I nodded in agreement, before the Player stood up and turned, before she collected the tray from the low table.

“Watch this program for an hour,” she said, “and then you can try and get free. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

We watched her walk out and heard water running, and then we just looked at each other as the three spies were captured again. Looking at Belinda and Anne now, I have to admit that our situation – my situation - had exceeded my wildest dreams. I could see they were smiling as well, under the white tape that covered their mouths – and even their mum was smiling as she looked over.

It felt so good, and I did not want it to end – but it had to in the end, as two hours later my mum came in and said “Edie, are the girls in… What the…”

“Chhlltthphlhs,” their mother said as she wriggled round, Mum nodding as she said over her shoulder “Billy – call the police. There’s been a robbery.” She peeled the tape away from my mouth and held my head as she said, “are you all right?”

“Yes Mum – it was a game, right?”

She nodded as she took the tape from everyone else’s mouth, and then started to untie me – but I had one thought on my mind.

All three of us could add our story to the board.

While white tape covered our mouths, of course…

[BoudBoy22]

Thank you so much for this great story, KP

[zarquon]

Thank you!

I like when the girls discover that they like and then try and experiments with TUGS.

They deserve a membership to the TTT club, with reverse prayers