A comet speeds through space at 70 kilometers per second racing past a green and blue planet. On that planet lives billions of humans. One of those humans is stuck in a bound and gagged trap. Patrick is on the ground crossdressed wearing his sister's old clothing, a white blouse, black and green flannel skirt, white pantyhose and green heels. His ankles, calves and thighs are bound together. His hands are tied behind his back with rope around his torso pinning his arms to his body. A red ballgag is his mouth with black strap around his head fastened behind his head.
Patrick is rolling around on the ground struggling to escape. "Mmmmph mmmph mmmph." He said as he continued to struggle.
His sister Amy walked in his room wearing a red dress, black pantyhose and red heels. "Thanks for helping you're a life saver, little bro." She said.
"Mmmmph mmmph mmmph." Patrick said something unintelligible.
"I can't understand you." Amy said as she walked to the window and looked up at the comet passing by. "Are you sure you don't want to see this comet?" She asked.
"Mmmmph mmmph mmmph." Patrick said with focused eye brows.
"Remember you said you would do this for me." Amy said.
"Mmmmph mmmph mmmph." Patrick said with sorrow.
The doorbell rang and Amy started walking to the door. "I'll let you out when I get home." She said. "Chow." She said with glee.
"Mmmmph." Patrick said struggling in his bonds. "Mmmmph mmmph mmmph." He said thinking about how he got himself into this situation.
Hours earlier
Patrick got home from school to an empty house. A television screen on the wall in front of the couch. The kitchen was to the right of the couch. He walked down the hallway turning left, his room was on his left side. He sees his desk as he enters, a bed on the far side with a dresser to his right against the wall. He tossed his backpack on his bed. He hears his sister Amy enter the house.
"Hey little brother." Amy said out loud.
"What do you want?" Patrick asked.
"I'm going to a party..." Amy said. "...and I need your help."
"Help with what?" Patrick asked.
"As I said..." Amy said. "...I'm going to a party." He said. "We are going to play spin the bottle and if the bottle lands on me, I will have the opportunity to tie up the person that spun the bottle." She said looking in Patrick's room.
"I fail to see what I can help you." Patrick said.
"Easy, I tie you up to help me prepare for the party." Amy said.
"What kind of party are you going to?" Patrick asked.
"Party of tie up games." Amy said. "They have ten minutes to escape." She said. "If they don't escape I spin the bottle, then I get tied up to try to escape."
"Let me get this straight..." Patrick said. "...you want to practice on me before the party." He said.
"Yes." Amy said.
"Fine." Patrick agreed to help.
"One more thing..." Amy said. "...I need you to wear my old clothes." She said. "My middle school uniform should fit you."
Patrick looks at her thinking. "Okay." He said.
"Fantastic." Amy said.
To be continued...
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Party (f/m)
As long as Patrick is just lying there all tied up it would be remiss of me not to pay him a visit, kidnap him and take him to my Dungeon to practice bondage on a new young man. Sounds like a great plan to me, there's a possibility of keeping him. 
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
Patrick is lying on his bedroom floor struggling to free himself from the bonds that that hold. His sister did a good job tying him up, she's going to be the life of the party. He barely moves his legs within the limitations of the ropes that binds him. He rolls around on the floor some more as he starts to drool. He tries to get the heels of his feet, if he can do that he might be able to free his legs.
Patrick gave up on trying to remove the heels and started trying to free his wrists. He moved his wrists around wiggling within the confines of the bonds. He failed to free his wrists probably due to how tight the rope is around his torso. He feels like doing the same thing over and over again is getting tedious. He tries to work on his feet again trying to get the heels off.
An hour earlier
Patrick's sister gave him a white blouse, a flannel skirt and white pantyhose with heels to change into. He gets undressed. He first slips on the white pantyhose, then the white blouse and finally the flannel skirt. He sat on his bed thinking about what he's getting himself into. He puts on the heels and stands up trying to maintain his balance.
A knock at the door then his sister walks in with alot of rope looking at him up and down. "Not bad." Amy said.
"I feel like an idiot." Patrick said. "Are you sure about this."
"Yes..." Amy said. "...now turn around." She said as her brother turned around placing his hands behind his back. She tied his wrists together. "Now try to get out."
"Okay." Patrick said as he tried to free his hands.
"Good." Amy said as she started wrapping rope around his torso cinching it tight. "Now try."
"You know this is a pointless exercise." Patrick said as he tries to free his wrists again.
"Excellent now for your legs." Amy said. "Sit down." Patrick sat down to let Amy tie up his ankles, calves and thighs. "Okay now try to escape." She said. "Oops I almost forgot." She said as she pulled out a ball gag from her pocket. "Open wide." She said as her brother opened his mouth, then she placed the ballgag in his mouth fastening it behind his head. "Okay, you try to escape while I go change for the party."
To be continued...
Patrick gave up on trying to remove the heels and started trying to free his wrists. He moved his wrists around wiggling within the confines of the bonds. He failed to free his wrists probably due to how tight the rope is around his torso. He feels like doing the same thing over and over again is getting tedious. He tries to work on his feet again trying to get the heels off.
An hour earlier
Patrick's sister gave him a white blouse, a flannel skirt and white pantyhose with heels to change into. He gets undressed. He first slips on the white pantyhose, then the white blouse and finally the flannel skirt. He sat on his bed thinking about what he's getting himself into. He puts on the heels and stands up trying to maintain his balance.
A knock at the door then his sister walks in with alot of rope looking at him up and down. "Not bad." Amy said.
"I feel like an idiot." Patrick said. "Are you sure about this."
"Yes..." Amy said. "...now turn around." She said as her brother turned around placing his hands behind his back. She tied his wrists together. "Now try to get out."
"Okay." Patrick said as he tried to free his hands.
"Good." Amy said as she started wrapping rope around his torso cinching it tight. "Now try."
"You know this is a pointless exercise." Patrick said as he tries to free his wrists again.
"Excellent now for your legs." Amy said. "Sit down." Patrick sat down to let Amy tie up his ankles, calves and thighs. "Okay now try to escape." She said. "Oops I almost forgot." She said as she pulled out a ball gag from her pocket. "Open wide." She said as her brother opened his mouth, then she placed the ballgag in his mouth fastening it behind his head. "Okay, you try to escape while I go change for the party."
To be continued...
SNAFU
It's sure fun watching Patrick wiggling, squirming, and fidgeting trying to untie himself. I think I'll sit here with a nice stiff Dr Pepper 
🌶 and watch the fun.
🌶 and watch the fun.To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
Patrick gave up struggling, he sat up leaning on the side of his bed waiting for his sister to return from her party. His mind drifted in and out of consciousness as he tries to stay awake. His mouth is drooling from the ballgag in his mouth. He wondered when Amy was going to get home. He keeps moving his knees up and down contemplating his fate alone in these bonds. He is unaware of the passage of time, as he hopes his sister comes home soon.
Patrick hears the front door open, then footsteps belonging to his sister's feet. The door to his room opens and he sees his sister. "Ewwww..." Amy said. "...you're drooling." She said.
"Mmmmph mmmph mmmph." Patrick said let me out.
"I will remove the ballgag." Amy said as she walked over to pull the ball out of his mouth. "Gross it all slimy." She said.
"I couldn't help it." Patrick said.
"I know the ballgag was big and you couldn't swallow your saliva." Amy said as she sat down on Patrick's bed unfastened the ballgag strap. "Thanks for helping me win the bondage competition." She said as she unties the rope around his torso.
"What did you win?" Patrick asked.
"Respect, I guess..." Amy said. "...no one escape my tie up." She said as she untied his wrists.
"I spent hours like this for respect." Patrick said untying his thighs, calves and ankles.
"You can keep that uniform." Amy said standing up and gathering up the ropes.
"Did any one wear a gag?" Patrick asked putting his knees up.
"No..." Amy said. "...you're a champ for having one in you mouth."
Patrick takes off the heels. "I'm the champ." He says getting up off of the ground." Funny, I don't feel like one." He said.
"Thanks." Amy said kissing Patrick on his cheek and walking out of his room.
Patrick looks in the mirror on his dresser to make sure lipstick wasn't on his cheek. He then closed his door and laid on his bed.
Completed
Patrick hears the front door open, then footsteps belonging to his sister's feet. The door to his room opens and he sees his sister. "Ewwww..." Amy said. "...you're drooling." She said.
"Mmmmph mmmph mmmph." Patrick said let me out.
"I will remove the ballgag." Amy said as she walked over to pull the ball out of his mouth. "Gross it all slimy." She said.
"I couldn't help it." Patrick said.
"I know the ballgag was big and you couldn't swallow your saliva." Amy said as she sat down on Patrick's bed unfastened the ballgag strap. "Thanks for helping me win the bondage competition." She said as she unties the rope around his torso.
"What did you win?" Patrick asked.
"Respect, I guess..." Amy said. "...no one escape my tie up." She said as she untied his wrists.
"I spent hours like this for respect." Patrick said untying his thighs, calves and ankles.
"You can keep that uniform." Amy said standing up and gathering up the ropes.
"Did any one wear a gag?" Patrick asked putting his knees up.
"No..." Amy said. "...you're a champ for having one in you mouth."
Patrick takes off the heels. "I'm the champ." He says getting up off of the ground." Funny, I don't feel like one." He said.
"Thanks." Amy said kissing Patrick on his cheek and walking out of his room.
Patrick looks in the mirror on his dresser to make sure lipstick wasn't on his cheek. He then closed his door and laid on his bed.
Completed
SNAFU
What else are brothers for than wearing girls clothes, being tied up, gagged and drool for their sisters. Good story.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME