The Games Player: Lockdown Gurls (F/Fmf)

[KP Presents]

It may seem as if it was yesterday, but it’s four years now since the Covid restrictions were lifted – but this happened when the first loosening took place, in the autumn of 2020. There was a large country house up a country lane, and it was still the case that travel was very restricted. As it was, I had to be extra careful driving there to make sure I was not stopped – but there was a window of opportunity to visit the home of the celebrated television cook, Donna Jones.

Donna was in her early forties, and she had a thirteen year old son called Donald. During lockdown she had been posting weekly cooking lessons, her son helping, and it was obvious over the passage of time – and the absence of a haircut – how much like his mother Donald looked. At any rate, Steve and I had discussed paying her a visit before lockdown, and I was getting itchy for a visit.

I parked up on the driveway and walked the rest of the way to the house, dressed in my brown leggings and boots, a dark jumper, and black leather gloves on my hands. Stopping outside the front door, I slipped a mask on over my mouth, and then pulled the stocking mask down over my head before turning the door handle and letting myself in – only to be met after I closed the door by a voice saying “who are you?”

I turned to see a teenage girl standing there, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and wearing a candy striped woolen sweater, a white lace skirt with animals printed on it, white tights with a floral print with white trainers. Only – well, it wasn’t the voice a girl would normally have.

In fact, it was a boy’s voice as an older woman said, “who is it Jo,” and then she came into the hallway, staring at me as I showed them both ym starting pistol. She had long brown hair, and was wearing an Aztec style smock, red leggings and brown laced Dr Marten style boots.

“Hello,” I said quietly, “you’re not Donna and Donald, are you?”

“No,” the woman replied, “I’m Donna’s sister Jane, and this is my – my son Jo.”

I looked at them both and smiled as I said, “where are they?”

“Upstairs?”

“Well. It means we start the game a little early,” I said with a smile, “please, both of you, walk back into the room with your hands in the air, and I will explain.”

As they walked in, I followed and closed the door, before I said, “so Jo – is this how you usually like to be?”

“Yes – but it’s been so long since I had a haircut, I don’t need a wig. What are you?”

“An actress hired to play special games to relieve the boredom of lockdown. I pretend to be a robber and rob those I visit – which today, includes you – and that means I have to make sure they cannot raise the alarm.”

“What,” Jane said as she hugged Jo, “you mean you are going to…”

“Oh yes – so please both of you, kneel in front of the couch and put your hands behind your back. Then I can start to get you both comfortable and playing before I find Donna and Donald.”

“You mean Aunt Donna and…”

“Let her find out for herself, Jo,” Jane said quietly as she knelt down, Jo doing the same as they put their hands behind their backs, and I fetched from ym rucksack the length of white cord…


“Jus sit quietly, and they will join you,” I said as I closed the door and walked up the staircase, listening to the music getting louder as I did so. I looked through the crack in the doorway to see Donna Jones sitting at a desk, smiling as she said, “I hope that answers your question, Amanda.” She was wearing a purple and white floral print dress with a round neckline, her blonde hair falling loose, as she said, “that’s all for this week – I’ll speak to you all again next week.” She stood up, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders and walked round in her white pumps as she said “posted?”

“It is Mum,” I heard a younger voice say – and then a smaller version of Donna walked across the door – the only difference the white hairband holding their blonde hair back as they smiled.

“Thank you, Don,” Donna said with a smile as she looked to the door – and then saw me standing there with a gloved finger over my twice covered lips. Don turned and gasped as I said, “well now – I am glad you managed to complete your podcast in time, Mrs. Jones – because it means you and your daughter can take part in the special game you organized.”

“Special Game? Mum what does the woman mean?”

“The game of robbers – your aunt and cousin are already playing, and I think it is time you started to play as well. So turn off the computer, Mrs. Jones, while I make sure your daughter is ready to play the game by tying her up.

Donna looked at me, and then at Don, before she said, “I had forgotten – Don, the lady is going to make sure we are safe as well, so do whatever she says, all right?” Don nodded, his eyes widening as he saw the rope I took out of my rucksack.

“Just turn it off, Mts Jones, or your daughter will not like it.”

Donna looked at me and nodded as I took Don’s hands behind his back and bound them tightly together with the rope, before using a longer length to secure his arms against his sides. He looked at his body as Donan came over and looked at him, saying “are you all right Don?”

“Yes Mum,” he said as I took Donna’s wrists behind her back and secured her wrists together as well, and then the longer rope that framed her chest as I made sure she really could not move her arms. I then picked up my rucksack and said, “Well now – why don’t we take your daughter to join the others, and then we can see what happens next.”

They walked down the stairs and into the front room in front of me, Don looking at Jo as she lay on the floor, her bound ankles pulled back and tied to her ankles, while Jane was sat on one side of the long couch. Both of them had their hands behind their backs, their arms secured to their arms with bands of rope, their ankles secured and their legs below their knees, and white tape pressed down over their mouths, their cheeks puffed out.

“Jane, are you all right?”

“Sit on the other side of the couch,” I said to her, and as she sat down I compressed a red sponge ball in my gloved hand and pushed it into Don’s mouth, before I peeled a length of white micropore tape from the roll and pressed it firmly down over his mouth.

“What are you going to do to him,”! Donna said as she watched me lie face down next to his cousin.

“Make sure he stays right here,” I said as I bound his ankles tightly together, and then his legs below his knees, before pulling his ankles back and securing them to the ropes around his arms and chest. Jo and Don looked at each other, as I stood up and said “now, Mrs. Jones, your family is going to stay here while I take you for a walk, and…”

“Mrs. Jones? Is it safe for me and Eddie to come in?”


“Oh god,” Donan whispered as the door opened and a woman in her mid-thirties came in, wearing a black jacket over a white t-shirt, blue jeans and grey shoes. With him was a twelve year old boy – but like Don and Jo, he was dressed as a teenage girl. In his case, it was a printed smock top over a white t-shirt, a grey pleated skirt with white polka dots, and black knee length boots.

“Oh dear,” I said as I closed the door behind them, “this is Eddie -and what is your name?”

“Erin,” the blonde haired woman said, her son wearing a copper red wig, “what…”

“It’s a game of Robbers, Erin,” Donan said as she looked at the new arrivals, “and, unfortunately, a breach of Covid rules…”

“Well, I am sure they understand, and we are making sure you cannot infect each other,” I said, “but now you are here, you get to play along as well - don’t they Donna?”

Erin looked at Donna as she said “yes – play with us, and we can have a good time together, all right?”

“Then it is decided,” I said with a smile, “please both of you, put your hands behind your back.”

“Mum?”

“Htshshlrhthddhe,” Don said as he and Jo wriggled around, “whrhrdhmhslslshndhtrhshh.” Eddie nodded as he felt me guide his hands behind his back, and then the rope as I bound his wrists tightly together and then gasped as the rope forced his arms against his sides. I secured the wrists and arms of his mother next, before taking sponge balls from the clear bags I had them in and pushing them into their mouths, then covering their lips and chin with the white tape.

I then indicated Edie should sit in an armchair, while I helped her son to lie next to the other two damsels in distress and hogtied him as well. I then secured the legs and ankles of Edie, before taking the mobile phones of both of them from their handbags.

“Now,” I said as I helped Donan to stand, “you all stay where you are. I will turn the television on, and I am trusting the two mothers to make sure the three of you do not get up to anything stupid or hurt themselves. Will you do that?”

“I’ll be back with you soon, and then we can all try to escape, all right,” Dona said, Jane and Edie looking at each other and then nodding as I walked her out of the room, first turning the television on, and closed the door.

“You’re the Games Player? At least you’re taking precautions – but us in the same room?”

“Unfortunate – but I am sure you will explain to the authorities,” I said, smiling under the face mask. “So – shall we start with your office?”




“Hllhh,kmhmh,” Don said as I brought Donna back into the main room, the white tape now covering her mouth and chin as her cheeks were puffed out by the sponge behind her teeth. She nodded as she sat on the far end of the couch from her sister, watching as I secured her ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees.

“Have they behaved themselves,” I said as I looked at Jane.

“Ewhlhlhhljlhhmhhthfhhnjhdhtthhmsdh,” she said as I looked at the hogtied boy, who blushed as he looked up.

“Ah – well, stay as you are for now,” I said quietly as I looked at the other two, both of them blushing and nodding as well.

“Now, the bad robber is going to leave you and make their getaway,” I said as I looked at the six captives. “Wait thirty minutes, then try to escape – the first one free will find me in the kitchen with scissors and a prize. All right?”

They all nodded as I made my way out of the room, into the kitchen, and out of the back door…

[TuggyBoundMale]

Amazing!!! Three boys, I‘m sorry, I mean girls getting hogtied?

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Loved it, thanks KP for another great story