Boys Will Be Girls - Through The Ages (MF/MFmf)

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Tea with Mother

The clock on the bureau was chiming three as I walked into the front room, Mother watching me as I did so. She was wearing a light purple coat dress, with elbow length sleeves, buttoned up the front and with a lace collar, as well as black high heels.

“Very good, Sam,” she said as I walked slowly over, the way she had taught me, “be seated and I shall pour.” I was wearing the clothes she had laid out for me – a short sleeved white blouse with a lace collar, a knee length red skirt with a white lace trim at the hem, knee length white socks and black shoes. I sat down, my feet together and to the side, and smiled as she poured the hot brown liquid into the cups.

We were sat at an occasional table in old armchairs, with high backs and padded red upholstery. It was a Sunday afternoon, and while my Father was at the golf club, Mother and I would always do this.

She smiled as I took the cup and raised it to my lips. Sipping gently, I then put the cup down and sat with my hands on my lap, as a good young lady should.

“I must say,” Mother said with a smile, “your lessons are clearly having a – I am sorry, but who are you and what are you doing in our house?”

I looked to the doorway to see the smartly dressed man standing there, smiling as dark glasses covered his eyes – and then I saw the gun in his gloved hand as he pointed it at us, and said “I must ask you both not to move – although I am intrigued as to the manner of your dress, young man.”

“How Mother ask me to dress is none of your business,” I said quietly, and then heard Mother say, “do not be rude Sam – I think this man is intending to rob our home.” I looked at her, and then at the man as he put down the pilot case he was carrying in his other gloved hand and then opened it before he drew out lengths of thin rope.

“Your mother is quite correct,” he said as he looked at me, “and therefore I have to ensure you do not raise the alarm. You may finish your tea while I make sure you stay in your seats.”

Mother looked at me, and nodded as she said, “very well then, what are your school activities for the week Sam?” As we talked the man walked over and knelt by my side, taking a length of cord and using it to secure my ankles together, and then taking them to the side and tying the ends round the leg of the chair. He then took a second length and tied it round my legs below my knees, making me feel very strange as he did so.

I realized I was going to stay there as he walked round and knelt by Mother, and I watched him secure her ankles and legs as he had mine – but she kept looking at me and talking to me as well, keeping me calm, making me feel less scared…

“I trust you have had enough tea for the moment,” the man said as he took more ropes from his bag, “because I need to ensure you cannot use your hands easily. Kindly turn to the side and cross your wrists behind your back.”

“Remember Sam – always with dignity and poise,” Mother said as I watched the man make sure her wrists were held behind her back, and then I felt the thin rope on my own wrist as they were secured tightly together behind my back.

“Remember- poise and dignity,” Mother said as I twisted round, so I copied her and sat back in the char, feeling my hands against my back and the chair back, while the man said, “do you have a safe in the house?”

“We do.”

“May I have the combination? It would save on cleaning bills after – and ensure your child comes to mo harm.”

Mother looked at me, and then said “the combination is…” She gave a sequence of numbers and directions, the man asking her to say it backwards, and then said “good – now you must remain quiet.” He went to the bag and rolled up a white silk scarf, pulling it between Mother’s lips and tying it round her head.

She watched as he rolled up a blue chiffon scarf and pulled it between my lips as well, pressing my tongue down as I said “whattdhwhdhnh?”

“Nhhwwhwht,” Mother said as we watched him pick up the bag and walk out of the room, wondering how long Father would take at the course today…



The Princess Diaries

It was a Saturday afternoon, and my two children and I were coming back from a party -one where we all had to dress up as a Disney Princess. That was fine for six year old Ellie – she was wearing a purple Rapunzel dress with puffed short sleeves and a lace skirt.

I had agreed to do so as well – all the fathers di – so I was wearing the sleeping beauty dress with pale blue silk and a silver front. But the most embarrassed of us was my seven year old son Billy, He was Elsa – and he hated every second of it, but he still went along with it to keep Ellie happy.

And given what happened when we got home…

We walked into the house to find someone else was there – two youngsters, who were as surprised to see us as we were to see them . But then one of them produced a knife, and I gathered Ellie and Billy with me as she told us not to scream or call out, but to lie face down on the floor.

As we did so, the other girl held up a roll of my silver duct tape, and I told my children not to be afraid as one by one, our hands were taken behind our backs and we felt the tape pulling on the skin of our wrists and ankles. I then watched as Ellei and Bobby were made to sit back to back, and the tape wrapped round their waist and arms to keep them together, before I was made to sit up against the couch and the tape was wrapped round my arms and body as well.

One of them then watched us as the other one searched the house – but before they left, they pressed strips of tape down over our mouths to stop us from calling out. We had to sit there until my wife came home…


Andy and Aunty

Andy was spending the weekend with Aunt Clarissa, and whenever he spent the weekend there, he was allowed to dress in any way he wanted. So today, the seventeen year old was wearing a short sleeved white silk blouse fastened over the special bra Aunt Clarissa let him wear on these occasions, a tight black leather skirt that came to his knees, so tight he could only walk with slow steps, and black heels with a three inch stiletto. His red hair was cut short, and he was truly happy as he walked along the upstairs corridor of her large house.

He heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, and walked out as he said “Aunt Clarissa, thank you for…” He stopped talking as he saw the two women at the top of the stairs, dressed from head to toe in grey, from the hood covering their heads to the soft boots they were wearing. The only thing that was not grey was their fac e- or rather, the featureless white mask with eye slits that was where he would normally see their face.

“Who... Who are you,” he whispered, but the two omen just stood there, cocking their heads to the side before one of them slowly raised their arm – and he saw the pistol in her grey gloved hand. Andy wanted to scream, but the other masked woman just slowly shook her head from side to side and put a gloved finger where her lips should have been, before she made a twirling motion with her finger.

“You want me to turn round,” he said, and they both nodded – and then he saw the coil of brown rope in the unarmed woman’s hand, as he slowly turned round while they walked forward.

The next thing Andy noticed were ethe two long lengths of rope as they were dropped down from his shoulders in front of him, and then the gloved hands as they wound the rope down his arms, pulling them behind him at the same time. He stared at the wall as the felt his forearms being folded and held together by the rope, and then the tug up as the woman fed the ropes through a small loop at the back of his neck and then made sure his arms stayed in place.

“What are you… Why are you doing this,” he whispered, but there was no reply as the gloved hands passed the rope round his upper arms and chest, framing the bra in a lattice of rope so that when the ends were finally tied off, he genuinely could not move a muscle.

“Why won’t you say anything,” he said as he turned round, but the two women just shook their heads, one of them taking him by the arm and walking him to the staircase as the second one went into one of the bedrooms.

Andy walked slowly with her, taking each step one at a time before he was walked into his aunt’s business office – and he gasped as he saw Aunt Clarissa, looking at him as she said, “oh my god – they found you?”

“Who are they, Aunt,” Anndy asked as he saw the other two identically dressed woman. Clarissa was wearing a cream silk blouse – but her arms were also behind her back, as he saw the lattice of rope that held her tight, forcing her chest out so that the two top buttons on her blouse had burst open. She had styled grey hair and was also wearing a tight knee length black leather skirt and high heels.

“They’re called the Chian Doll Gang,” Clarissa said as one of them opened her safe and knelt down, emptying the contents into a bag. Andy could see that his aunt’s pearls, rings, earrings and gold watch had been taken off her, as he said, “Did they say anything?”

“No – they never talk,” Clarissa said as one of the Dolls looked at Andy and motioned for him to lie on the floor. As he did, another Doll took from the bag a second length of brown rope, kneeling down and securing his legs together below his knees and then playing the rope out before they secured his ankles together as well.

“What do they want?”

“Whatever they can find,” Clarissa said as she was ordered to lie next to him, looking at Andy as her own legs and ankles were secured in the same way. They both twisted round, their skirts squeaking as the Doll stood up and closed the safe door, then nodded to the other two. They rolled Andy and Clarissa onto their stomachs, and pulled their ankles back, securing them to the ropes at the forearms as their fingers brushed the heels of their shoes.

“They both then watched as the Dolls took from a bag two large black scarves, rolling them into a band and the tying a knot in the middle, before that knot was pushed past their teeth and the bands tied tightly round their heads to gag them.

The two captives could only watch as the final Doll came in and placed tow velvet bags in the larger one, and then they walked back out as the room fell into silence…



Mother knows best

I was having a very pleasant conversation with the lady of the house as I surprised her in the front room of her house. It was early evening, and she was obviously dressed for an evening out – wearing a blue silk dress with short sleeves, the skirt coming down below her knees, and brown leather heels.

She was on the telephone, looking at em as she said “I know, Alice, but Sean has fallen ill, and I cannot find a babysitter.

“Yes – I hope you all enjoy the evening,” she said as she put the telephone down. and looked at me. “Now what?”

“Now,” I said with a smile, “you give me your pearls and jewelry.” I was wearing a grey jacket over a black seater, dark trousers and shoes – and a black balaclava over my head as well as leather gloves on my hands. I had made clear I mean business when we started talking, as she slowly unfastened the pearls round her neck and put them in the black velvet bag I was wearing, followed by her rings and her earrings.

Her son Sean was watching me from the end of the short couch he was sitting on – he had wanted to try and stop me, but his mother had stopped him, calmed him down, told him to just do what I said he had to do because she knew best. While his mother had tightly styled dark brown hair, Sean had light brown hair neatly parted – and he was wearing a blue and white gingham dress with short sleeves, and white sandals, his hands together on his lap.

I already had his silver watch and bracelets in the bag, as I said, “thank you – now turn and face Sean, and put your hands behind your back.” As she did so, I put the velvet sack in a briefcase I had come in with, and drew out a length of thin white rope, doubling it over and using it to secure her wrists together.

“You don’t have to tie us up, you could just disconnect the phone,” she said as I tied the ropes off, and then turned her round.

“I do – professional standards and all that,” I said with a smile as I indicated she should sit down and said, “your turn Sean – stand up so that I can tie you up and take your family’s money.”

“Do as the man says, Sean,” his mother said, watching as her son had his wrists secured together behind his back and then sat next to her, both of them watching as I used more of the thin rope to secure their ankles after I had crossed them. I then stood up and pulled the telephone wire out of the wall, before I pushed a clean folded handkerchief into their mouths, the edges sticking out as I used two thin scarves as cleave gags as well.

“Whnnhmhfhr,” Sean said as he looked at her.

“Wshtthhheechlmhlh,” she said as I watched them, and then set off to raid the rest of the house. It was a simple tie, but I did not think they would try to get free before I left them.

After all, I had convinced his mother, and she does know best…



Quality Time

As Annabelle opened the door, she ethe last thing she expected to find there were the two men, the taller of the two smiling as he said, “good afternoon – why don’t you allow us to come in, and we can avoid any unnecessary unpleasantries.”

As she stepped back in, the two men entered, the smaller of the tow closing the door behind himself before he turned round, a large workbag in his hand. Despite the fact there was about a foot of difference in their heights, they were identically dressed – black leather jackets over jumpers, black pants, black shoes, black leather gloves, black balaclavas over their heads so only their eyes and lips were visible…

“What… Who…”

“Oh, where are my manners,” the taller of the two said with a smile. “I am Mister Tall – my partner Mister Small. May we know your name?”

“Annnn…. Annabelle.”

“Well, Annabelle, I have to inform you that we are here to rob you – but if you remain calm and do as we say, I can assure you no harm will come your… Good afternoon – and you are?”

“Lesley,” the seventeen year old said as they came out of the front room. They had short light brown hair, the same shade as Annabelle, and was wearing a sleeveless party dress – pale blue silk with a white floral pattern on the skirt and a lace like collar on the top, as well as white high heels. Annabelle had longer hair, and was wearing a pink, black and white floral print dress with sleeves over her elbows and a skirt to her knees, as well as black open toed shoes.

“Well, Lesley, as I was saying to your mother, we are here to rob you – on which note, Mister Small, would you be so good as to check the handbags of these ladies in the front room for their mobile phones, collect them, and then take care of the security system for the house.”

“Of course, Mister Tall,” the second man said as he went into the front room, Lesley joining Annabelle as she put her arms round her child.

“I see you prefer the feminine form of that name?”

“I do – does that bother you?”

“Not at all young Lesley – I applaud your decision. But nevertheless, we do need to take steps to ensure during our visit neither of you are able to prevent us as we go about our work. Do you have them, Mister Small?”

“I do – ladies, I require you both to put your hands behind your back, so that we may ensure they cannot be used by you for the duration.”

“Do as he says,” Annabelle said to Lesley, her son nodding as they both put their hands behind their backs, biting on their lower lips as the felt the thin rope forcing their wrists together in a secure binding.

They looked at each other as Annabelle saw a longer rope go over her head and round her body, then felt her arms forced against their sides as the rope went round in two bands, framing her chest and stretching her dress over her breasts as the binding was completed.

She then said “it’s not that uncomfortable” to Lesley as their upper body was secured in the same way, the teenager watching the way her own dress was tightened by the tension of the bands until the ropes were tied off behind her.

“Excellent – shall we go and have a seat in the front room,” Mister tall said as they walked in, siting on a couch as Mister Small started to search the room, Mister tall sitting and looking at them.

“You haven’t finished tying us up have you,” Lesley said as he looked at the masked man.

“Regretfully, no,” Mister Tall said with a smile, “before we vacate the premises, we need to ensure both of you cannot raise the alarm at all, but for now, you are secured sufficiently…”

They then heard the front door open and close, and a male voice call out “I’m home – has Lesley left for the party yet.”

Annabelle looked to the doorway and said, “not yet – we have been delayed for a good reason?”

“Oh – what reason?” Mister Tall turned and smiled as the new arrival came in, wearing a short sleeved grey top with a patterned brown scarf tied round their neck, a soft pleated brown leather knee length skirt, and cream high leather boots. They stared at the other two, and then at the armed man, as he said, “Hello there – I do not think they were expecting you home quite so soon.”

“I had to pick something up – but I’m not going to be leaving for a while, am I?”

“No, you’re not Greg,” Annabelle said as she looked at her husband, the brown wig on his head, “you’re going to be spending the afternoon here with us, like us, as well.”

“So I see – may I know your names?”

“I am known as Mister Tall – if you would put your hands behind your back, my colleague and friend Mister Small wishes to ensure your hands stay behind your back as well.

“The Gentlemen Robbers?”

“You’ve heard of them Dad,” Lesley said as he looked over.

“I have – so relax, it may seem bad, but they will not hurt us,” Greg said as he felt the rope rubbing on his wrists, and then his bare arms as his upper body was held in place by two bands of rope as well. He then walked over and sat down, watching as Mister Small left the room, and Mister Tall put the gun down.

“there – now I can secure your legs,” he said as he started with Lesley, kneeling in from of him and binding the rope tightly round his ankles, before a second band held his legs together below his knees.

As he twisted his legs round, he watched the masked Gentleman as he moved to his mother, Annabelle watching as her won ankles and legs were secured as well. They then both watched as he walked over to Greg and secured his legs, saying “Forgive me for a moment” as he folded back the hem of his skirt to allow him to secure his legs together below his knees, and then folded the hem back again.

Greg twisted his legs round making a squeaking sound as Mister Tall said “you may talk for a few moments, while we complete the removal of your valuables.” He stood up and left the room, as Lesley said “Well, there goes the party.”

“Are you both all right?”

“We are, Dad,” Lesley said, “although it does feel strange to be tied up with both of you, as if we were three women .”

“Well, if we think as women, and dress as women, at least they are treating us accordingly,” Greg said as Annabelle nodded.

“I know – I mean, I was shocked to see them and the gun, but now – is it wrong to say this is almost – pleasant?”

Lesley and Greg looked at each other before they both shook their heads and then they heard Mister Tall say as he came back in “there now – I regret to say the time has come to keep you all quiet.”

Mister Small folded a clean white cloth and said to Annabelle “open wide – this will soon settle, so remain calm.” As she opened her mouth, he pushed the cloth in and waited for her to close her lips before covering them with a strip of micropore tape that formed to the contours of her chin.

She watched as her son and husband were gagged in the same way, before Mister Tall said “thank you for your cooperation. The Gentlemen Robbers bod you adieu – may we never meet again.” Both men bowed as they left the room, the family sitting quietly and looking at each other…

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Man I just LOVE Boys Will Be Girls

Amazing as always KP, great job