The Games Players - Vacation 2025, Monday to Friday (MF/Fmf)

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Monday

It was the end of July, and we had deposited Tammy with her grandparents for the week so Steve and I could spend a week just driving round and doing whatever we wanted – and for us, that meant it was going to be a slightly unplanned Busman’s holiday. We did have one or two visits planned – and as we drove through the Nottingham countryside, we approached the cottage where we had our first visit planned. A warmup for the week ahead if you like.

We have in the past, from time to time, fulfilled wishes of young boys and girls who wanted a life experience before – well, let’s not dwell on the reasons why. Suffice to say we wanted to do this for her benefit – her being twelve-year-old Olivia Duncannon.

We pulled up on the suburban street on the outskirts of town and got out – both of us were casually dressed, but as we walked up to the front door we looked along the street, before we put on our gloves and pulled down the stockings over our heads.

I looked at Steve as he knocked on the front door, wating as it was opened by a woman in her late thirties, wearing a brown roll neck sweater, black leggings and black slippers, her long brown hair swept to one side. She looked at both of us as I said “hello- why don’t we go back inside, and we can explain what is going to happen.”

“Oh my god,” she whispered as we walked in, and I closed the door. “Now,” I said quietly, “this is a robbery – but we know you have your girls, so we’re going to make this a game, all right?”

“I know,” she whispered, “but this is a game, right?”

Steve and I nodded at each other, before he said “turn round and put your hands behind your back. Once we have you secured, we’re going to go and explain what is happening. Understand, Mrs Duncannon?”

She nodded as I soto ropes from my bag and secured her wrists together behind her back as well as her arms to her sides, and then we walked into the front room. Olivia looked at us, and smiled before she said, “oh my gods – are we being robbed Mum?”

“In away – this is a surprise game – and we’re all going to play along – aren’t we Sarah?”

Olivia was wearing a white top with an elasticated waist, and flowing sleeves from her elbows, as well as a red skirt, black tights and black shoes. I presumed Sarah was her sister, an eight-year-old girl who was wearing a long pink wool dress, black leggings with grey socks and black trainers.

“So, this is Olivia and Sarah,” I said as I smiled under the stocking. “We’re going to be playing a game of robbers with you, so remain calm, and we’ll all have fun together, all right?”

“Don’t worry, sis,” Olivia said, “we’ll take care of each other., all right. I see you’ve got Mum tied up already?”

“Well, I had to go first,” her mother said with a smile as Steve took some more ropes out of his rucksack. “That means it’s time to start with both of you,” he said as he handed me two ropes, “so stand up and face each other, and we’ll make sure you are both nice and comfortable.”

I could see the excitement in Olivia’s eyes as Steve secured her wrists together behind her back, while I dealt with Sarah. We soon had them both secured, their arms snugly held against their sides, and then sitting on each end of a couch, while we secured their ankles together and then their legs below their knees.

“Now then,” Steve said, “do we have to keep you both quiet while your mother comes and shows us her pretty things?”

“We’ll call for help,” Olivia called out as she smiled at the same time – so I rolled up two scarves and cleave gagged the girls, while Steve walked their mother out of the room. I left them trying to talk to each other as I closed the door, and she said, “I don’t know how you heard, but thank you for making her wish come true.”

“Our pleasure,” I said with a smile, “so when we leave, we’ll make sure you have a way to get free when you think it’s time. For now, may we fix you a drink.”

“A cold one please,” she said as we walked to the kitchen.



When we came back, Mrs Duncannon was cleave gagged as well so that when she sat between the girls, and Steve secured her legs, they rested their heads on her body. We had loosened the ropes on her wrists so it would be easy for her to get free – but she had the decision as to how and when, so we left them to enjoy their time together, and went back to the car, driving to our overnight stop…

Tuesday

We were visiting a museum when Janna directed my attention to a family who were walking past. The mother had long dark hair and was wearing a black jumper over a white t-shirt, a blue and black scarf wrapped loosely round her neck, and black jeans tucked into grey leather boots. There were two children with her – a boy who looked to be about thirteen years old, wearing a blue and black checked shirt over a black t-shirt,, jeans and grey trainers, and a ten year old girl who had a grey hairband holding back her long light brown hair. She was wearing a white cap sleeved top with faded jeans tucked into dark grey Ugg boots.

What had attracted Janna’s attention were the bags from designer stores they were carrying – and we had agreed this visit except for a couple of occasions we would go with our gut instinct – so we followed them out of the museum and into an exclusive looking residential area, where they walked into an end terraced house.

We each were carrying a rucksack we had stocked up with supplies earlier, so we waited until the street was clear, and then walked to the front door. We were both casually dressed, but we took a moment to put on the gloves and pull the stockings down over our heads, before I knocked on the front door.

It was opened by the young boy, who stared at us as we walked in and Janna turned him round, putting her hand over his mouth as I looked at him and put a finger to my lips. He was staring at us, not sure of what to do as I closed the door, and said “hello – where are your sister and mother?”

He moved his eyes to the side as Janan said “If I take my hand away, are you going to shout and scream, or are you going to be quiet and do what my friend tells you?”

“Hlbbhghghhd,” he mumbled as Janna took her hand away and turned him round, outing her gloved hands on his shoulders and saying “good – my friend is going to make sure you can’t use your hands, and then we’ll go and see your sister, all right?” As she talked to him, I took his hands behind his back and tied his wrists tightly together, then passed a longer rope round his arms and body so that two bands formed to keep his arms in place. As I tied the ropes off, Janna said “is it too tight?”

“No…”

“Good – what is your name?”

“Toby…”

“And your sister?”

“Gemma…”

“Well, let’s go and see Gemma,” she said as she turned him round and he walked in front of us, waiting as I opened the door to the front room before we walked in. Gemma was alone in the room, as she looked at us and said, “oh my god – what is this?”

“Well,” I said as I closed the door, “this is a surprise game your mother has booked. We’re robbers, and we have to make sure nobody can stop us stealing things – but it is just a game, I promise you. Toby here is already playing – and now it is your turn.”

“So, this isn’t a real robbery,” Toby said as he looked at Janna.

“No,” she said with a smile, “but we make it very lifelike, so you sit on the chair and my friend will finish by tying your legs, while Gemma is taken care of by me.”

“Okay,” Toby said as he sat down, and I helped Gemma to stand up, turning her and securing her wrists and arms with ropes from my own bag. She then sat on her own chair again, watching as Janna used the thin white rope to secure her ankles and how the binding sank into the soft grey fabric of her boots, and then used another length of rope to secure her legs below her knees.

As we both watched them twisting their legs round, the door to the room opened and their mother came in, carrying a tray with two glasses and a plate of biscuits.

“So who was at the door Toby,” she said as she turned round – and stood still as I took the tray and set it down, Steve saying “Thank you – and thank you for booking us to play this surprise game with your children. As you can see, they are playing Robbery already – but my friend can make sure they get a drink while you join in as well.

“Game? Wha…” She looked at both of us, and then said, “I had forgotten – Toby, Gemma, drink carefully while the bad robber takes care of me, all right?” they both nodded as Janna helped them to have a drink, while I took her hands behind her back and secured her wrists tightly together and then passed the rope round her arms and framed her chest with the binding.

“I am going to take your mother round the house,” I said as I opened the door, “but my friend is going to take care of both of you, all right?” The two children nodded as I took their mother out and closed the door before I said “Well done – so long as they believe this is a game, they are happy and won’t panic. Your job is to keep the pretence up when we come back, and after we are gone, all right?”

“You’re not going to hurt any of us?”

“Not beyond being secured and kept quiet no – so, shall we start in your bedroom?”

We took in every room of the house, and found some very nice items to take, before I said “we’re going to go back and join your children now – and you are going to be quiet when you go in.” From the rucksack, I took a roll of white tape and peeled a length from the end, before I said, “put your lips together.” As she did so, I covered them with the tape and then walked her back to the front room. As we walked in, we saw Toby and Gemma lying on their stomachs on the floor, their ankles bent back and secured to their chest ropes, and white tape over their mouths as well. Their heads were resting on cushions, and Janna had laid out another one out for their mother to put her head on a sshe lay on her stomach, the three of them trying to talk as I secured her ankles and legs and then hogtied her as well.

“Now,” I said, “stay still for an hour, then try and get free – the winner comes to the kitchen.” All three nodded as we left the room, closed the door, and left the house…

Wednesday

How did it happen? Well, I was just working at home on an article while my girls were watching television downstairs. I have two daughters – Lavinia is ten, and Celeste six. We all like to dress in a similar way – which made the way we were left actually, looking back, quite a picture…

Anyway, as I said I was working in my office. I write books and design clothes, and today I had my black hair swept back in and was wearing a dusky pink wool dress with a cowl neck that came to just above my knees. I was also wearing a pair of over the knee black fabric boots.

As I said, I was working, but I knew it was coming up to lunchtime, so when the door opened, I said, “don’t worry Lavinia, I am coming to prepare some lunch now” and turned round.

It wasn’t Lavinia I saw – not unless Lavinia had turned into a man wearing a black jumper and pants, black leather gloves - and a stocking pulled down over his face as a mask.

“Hello,” he said quietly as I stared at him, “I need you to listen very carefully. We are here to rob you, but to do so, we have to make sure you and your daughters do not stop us or have the opportunity to raise the alarm.”

“My… Oh no, where are they?”

“My friend is talking to them,” he said as he put a rucksack down, “and telling them this is a game you have arranged, to help with one of your projects. They think this is a game – do you understand what I am saying?”

“I think so – you’re that Games player, aren’t you?”

“We both are – so I need you to keep telling them this is a game, so they are not scared, and that way everyone has a good time. Now, where is your mobile phone – we already disconnected the internet.”

I slowly passed him my bag, which he opened and removed the phone form. As he turned it off, he said “thank you – now open your safe, then stand with your hands behind your back.”

I slowly stood up and opened my safe, then stood still as he drew a length of white rope from the bag and walked behind me. I had to bite my lower lip as I felt the rope rubbing on my wrists as he secured them together, then tried to find the knot – with no luck as he drew a longer length of rope out and doubled it over, before he passed it round my arms and body and pulled it tight under my chest. I gasped as he took it round me again above my chest, feeling my arms as they were forced against my sides and the rope stretched my dress over my chest.

When he had tied that off, he said “sit down for a moment” which I did, watching as he emptied my safe of my valuables, and then he took me to the bedroom.

“Where are my girls,” I said as I watched him search for my jewellery.

“As Is aid, my friend is taking good care of them,” he said as he emptied trays of my rings and other items into his bag and then said “we can go and join them now. Just remember – they think this is a game.”

I knew I had to keep them calm as we walked down to the front room, and we walked in. the first thing I saw was Lavinia stretched out along the smaller of our two couches, smiling as she said, “look at me Mum!” Her black hair was held back with a black satin bow, and she was wearing a light pink dress with a knee length pleated skirt, and knee high black suede boots – but I could see her hands were behind her back, and there were two bands of rope holding her arms against her sides, as well as her ankles together and her legs below her knees.

“Ah – so this is your mother? Well, Lavinia is ready, and I’m just making sure Celeste is ready to join you in the game.”

The woman who talked was also dress in black, with her pants tucked into knee length leather boots – but she also had a stocking pulled down over her head, and as she stood up I saw Celeste lying on her back, smiling as she said “I’m going to be with you Mamma.” She had a black band holding her hair back, and was wearing her own light pink dress – but she had her wrists crossed and tied together in front of herself, with rope round her waist and her arms, her ankles and her legs below her knees, the white band on the black leather of her short boots.

“Now then,” the man said, “if you will hold Olivia for a moment, we’ll make her mother nice and comfortable and then she can rest her head on Mamma’s lap.”

Are you both enjoying the game,” I said as I sat down and watched the man take more rope from his rucksack before he sat down and passed it round my ankles the white cords sinking into the fabric of my boots.

“Yes, Mum – it was a bit scary when they came in, but once they told us this was a surprise game you had planned, we knew nothing bad was going to happen to us.”

“no nothing bad is going to happen,” I said with a smile as he took the rope between my legs and tied the ends off, then did the same thing to my legs below my knees, before the masked woman lay Celeste down with her head on my lap.

“Now, we need to make sure none of you can raise the alarm,” the man said as the woman folded tow small cloths and pushed them gently into the mouths of my daughters before she covered their lips with grey tape. The man folded a cloth and pushed it into my mouth as well, the pad pushing my tongue down before he pressed the tape down over my mouth. It tugged a little on the skin round my lips, but it wasn’t too bad, and I could ee the girls were not complaining.

Even if they could…

“Now,” the woman said as she turned on a Blu-Ray player and started a film, “enjoy the game – you need to stay as you are until the film finishes, and then you can try to get free.”

They both left as I sat still, watching the girls as their eyes slowly closed while the film played, and then started to wonder just how we were going to get free and raise the alarm…

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Amazing! I hope the week continues… maybe even with a other boy

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Thursday

Janna and I were having lunch in a local café when we were witness to a – well, a very loud disagreement between a family at a nearby table and the waitress. The mother looked as if she was in her early thirties, long straggly brown hair dyed lighter at the ends with a red sleeveless top and tight blue jeans with red slippers.

She was loudly complaining about the food and service, but she was baked up the two little princesses with her. Princesses in their belligerent look, and princesses in the way they were dressed – I guessed the oldest was ten and had her blonde hair in a bun with a pink ribbon round it – the same shade of pink as the princess dress she was wearing. It had elbow length sleeves which flared out, a lace underskirt, and she had gold slippers on her feet.

The younger girl was about eight, and dressed as Snow Whitem, complete with the yellow skirt and puffed sleeves on the dress, and a red bow in her hair, with red slippers. All three had earrings, bracelets, and attitude which they were certainly demonstrating.

I looked at Janna, Janna looked at me, and as they left, we stood, left some money on the table, and followed them along the road. They deserved a little lesson in our mind…



We watched as they went into a block of flats, and then walk along to a door on the second floor, the mother letting them in. It was obvious there was no way we could quietly slip in, this would have to be a little bit more – direct – so we walked up and I knocked on the front door, then I stood to one side and Steve to the other, pulling balaclavas down over our heads - this was not going to be a Games Player situation. This sometimes happened, and neither of us really liked it, but this family at that time deserved it…

It was the younger girl who opened the door and looked out, turning her head from side to side – then staring at Janna as I hand gagged her and lifted her up, her legs kicking as I carried her back into the house and she followed.

“What’s all the racket about,” I heard the mother say and then she came out of the kitchen, looking at me holding her daughter as she put her hands to her mouth and – well she would have screamed if Janna had not put the starting pistol we used to her head and told her not to make a sound, then told her daughter to stop struggling or she was going to hurt herself.

“Well, the string of expletives that came out of her mother’s mouth – and then Janna just said “Feel better? Good – because we are taking your two princesses hostage and you are going to have to pay the ransom. Where is the other young lady?”

“MUM! What’s all the ohbloodyhellwhatsgonigon?”

“Well,” I said as I looked at her, “we hear there are two spoiled little princesses here that need to have a forced time out – looks like we were right – so don’t scream, and walk back in, both of you, with your hands in the air.”

They both walked in as I carried the other daughter in, and said “close the curtains, then kneel down and put your hands behind your back.” As their mother did so, Janna forced the other girl to kneel down, and I made her sister kneel next to her, before her mother came over and knelt next to them.

“Don’t move unless we tell you to,” Janna said as she covered them, and I opened my bag up, taking out a roll of white tape and making sure all three of them had their wrist and hands taped tightly together behind their backs, then wound a band of tape round their waist to make sure they really could not move their arms.

As Janne then made the girls stand up, I told their mother to lie face down on the couch, and she watched as Janna covered their mouths with strips of the white tape, telling them not to panic or struggle before she walked them out of the room, taking the tape from me first. As they walked out, I knelt next to their mother and said, “I think some time out will help all three of you to consider when you need to be grateful.” I then removed her earrings and necklace, before I taped her ankles together and her legs above and below her knees, then rolled her over and taped over her mouth as well.

“Uhfffbhsthredds,” she mumbled as the tape crinkled over her lips.

“No – but you keep thinking that, you keep struggling, and you may start to cough – and that tape means you cannot cough anything up. A nasty way to leave this earth…”

The implication hit her like a cannonball as I stood up and walked to a bedroom. Janna had the two girls lying on a bed, looking at each other with their ankles and legs taped as well, while she had taken their jewellery as well.

“They stay there until the ransom is paid,” I said, Janna nodding as we walked out of the flat and left them to learn their lesson…


Friday

There was a second visit we had planned this week, and this was a rather unusual one. The person we were going to see was a successful authoress called Marjorie White – Steve was a great fan of her work, and when we researched her we found out she was bringing up her three grandchildren – twelve year old Diane, eleven year old Anne and ten year old Simon. Their parents had died in a crash, and she had brought them up since then.

The family lived in a farmhouse in the Northumberland countryside, so we drove up and parked outside, watching from the side of the house as a bus drew up and the three children got out, walking up the pathway to the front door. They walked in, while Steve and I pulled the stockings down over our heads and then tucked them under the neck of the roll neck sweaters we were both wearing. We adjusted the gloves we had on our hands and made our way to the rear of the house letting ourselves into the kitchen. I could see the sandwiches and finger food laid out on trays, but the filling was things like Spam and potted meat – very old fashioned.

There was also a large jug of orange squash – and then into the kitchen came Marjorie White. She had brown hair styled in a bob, and was wearing large glasses with tinted lenses, while she was wearing a Laura Ashley long sleeved dress with a pink and white fern design, dark tights and black high heeled sandals – and a shocked expression as she said “oh my god…”

“Now, Marjorie,” Steve said quietly, “please do not scream or shout – we don’t want to upset your grandchildren, do you? After all, you need them to stay calm and happy.”

“I like your dress,” I said as I looked at her, “is it an original?”

“Sorry – yes, from the early seventies – are you robbing me?”

“We are,” I said quietly, “and we need you to…”

“Convince my children this is a game I’ve organized.” I was surprised to see her smile as she said “well, that might be easier than you think. You see, we like to play a type of dress up after school – and today we’re dressing as if it is the seventies, when I was their age. I have some old programs for them to watch – so I think telling them this is one of those stories where the family are held hostage by armed robbers might be something they can play along with.”

“So, you will do that,” Steve said.

“Yes – but if we are going to be tied up, let them have their tea before you make sure they cannot use their hands please.”

I looked at Steve and nodded as he said, “all right – if we help you carry these through, then we secure your legs first, understood?”

“Acceptable,” Marjorie said as I took one tray, Steve another and she took the jug of squash and some glasses and we took them into the front room, laying them down on the low table as I looked at the DVD box.

“The Goodies?”

“A favourite of mine,” Marjorie said as she sat in an armchair, and said “you may as well get me ready before the first of them comes down – they have to finish their homework before they change anyway.”

Stev knelt in front of her and took a length of rope from his bag, doubling it over and using it to secure her ankles together, before he folded back the hem of her skirt and di the same thing to her legs below her knees.

As he folded back the skirt of her dress, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so I stood to the side of the door as Stave stood behind Marjorie, watching as Diane came in. She was wearing her brown hair in a bob, while her dress had a white lace top with a red ribbon tied round her waist and a red bow at her neck, and a red gypsy style skirt with a white band near the bottom. She was also wearing a pair of seventies style knee length black boots with a short square heel – and a surprised look as she said “Gran, what’s going on?”

“Well, we’re still having our tea and watching the show,” Marjorie said, “but as an additional treat, I’ve arranged it so that we are a family being held hostage by two armed robbers. Come and look at the way they have tied my legs.”

As Diane came over and looked, Marjorie said “they are going to do the same to you and the others, while we have our tea and watch a program – but eventually, we’ll also have our wrists and arms tied up, and something to stop us talking for a while.”

“Just like that show you let us watch – Freewheelers?”

“Just like that – so sit on the couch, and let the masked leader secure your ankles and legs as well, then when the others come down, we can all eat, drink and have fun, all right?”

“All right Gran – but when Simon…”

“When Simon comes down, he will be just like you, me and Anne, all right?” I let Diane sit down and took some ropes out of my bag, before I knelt down and wound one length tightly round the young girl’s ankles, making the leather squeak as it went round and between before I tied the ends off. I then folded back the skirt of her dress and secured her legs together on top of the boots, before I said, “Would you like a sandwich and a glass of squash?”

“Please,” Diane said as I gave her a plate with some food and a drink – then looked at Anne as she came in. She was wearing her blonde hair long and was wearing a Laura Ashley dress as well. Hers had a brown pattern at the top, with long sleeves and a bow at her throat, while the skirt was a pleated one with stripes halfway down and a spotted lower half of the pleats. She was also wearing boots -in her case tight chocolate brown ones, as she said “Wow – is this a game Gran?”

“It is Anne dear – sit next to Diane, and let the masked lady secure your legs as well while I explain what is going to happen.” She kept talking as Anne sat down and pushed herself back, watching as I secured her ankles and legs as well and then gave her some sandwiches and a glass of squash.

That was the moment when Simon walked in and said “Are… Are we being robbed.”

“Looks like it Simone – you’d better join your sisters,” Marjorie said as Steve and I looked at the youngest grandchild. He was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse and a short pleated dark brown skirt, with knee length chocolate brown boots, and a brown wig on his head.

“So, you are Simone,” I eventually said as Steve walked over. “Well, we are playing a game where my friend an di are holding the Seventies family hostage – so sit there, he will bind your legs and give you some food, while I give your grandmother some and then start The Goodies.”

Marjorie nodded as Simon – sorry, Simone pushed himse… herself back on the couch and watched Steve pull the rope round her ankles, while I put some food on a plate and handed it to Marjorie, raising an eyebrow as I did so.

“Her choice,” she said quietly, “and I love all my grandchildren equally.”

I nodded as I said “I understand – well, we need to keep these three girls, and their grandmother distracted while they eat, and we look for valuables. Let me turn the television on.” I turned on the screen and started the DVD, the three of them twisting their legs round and making the leather squeak as they ate, drank and watched Kitten Kong…


Eventually, I said “so who are we going to secure first?” The three children looked at each other before Marjorie said, “Take care of me first.” I took her plate and glass and then helped her to lean forward as she put her hands behind her back, while Steve doubled over another rope and started to bind her wrists together. The girls watched as Steve then wound the longest rope round her upper body, as I took some rope and walked over to stand behind Simone.

“Youngest first – lean forward and put your hands behind your back” I said, Siane and Anne watching as I crossed and bound her wrists tightly together, then used the second rope I had to hold her arms against her sides, forming two bands so she looked like her grandmother.

“It’s like being hugged,” Simone said, “not scary at all.” Diane and Anne looked at each other as I went behind Anne, and Steve behind Diane, and a few minutes later they both had their wrists and arms secured as tightly as Simone and Marjorie.

As all three wriggled round, I said “now, in a minute we need to make sure none of you can raise the alarm – you can still watch the program, but try to remain nice and still, all right?” They all nodded as Steve took from the bag a roll of grey tape, tore a long wide strip off, and pressed it firmly down over Marjorie’s mouth, before he did the same to the three girls. I started the next DVD as Marjorie said “whllbhfhfnghllssshmhnwhlfhndhss.”

“Hfchcrwshllghrhnthasahgm,” Simone said as the other two nodded, me watching them while Steve raided the house, and then I skipped quietly out with him…

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Also really cool. Hopefully the boy‘s appearances continue haha. And who knows, maybe there’s even going to be another hogtie