02 - Getting Lori Back
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By Jericho
Monday June 19th 2000 12:33:59
Hello again. I didn't get a lot of feedback from my last story, but I figured I'd try another one and see if more folks appreciate it. For those who read my last and liked it, I hope this is more of the same.
Lori had gotten me pretty good the last time we had played a tie-up game (see previous post) and we both knew I owed her a good one. I'm not sure of the year or our exact ages, but I remember these events happened pretty quickly that same summer. In retrospect, I think she was a little afraid of letting me tie her up, because she thought she might have gone too far when she was in control. We had a lengthy history of "one-upping" each other as children, so there was motive. I wasn't angry by what had happened previously, but in fact was even more interested in her, if that was possible. Maybe it was my first crush; I'm not sure, but we were pretty good friends.
Anyway, we ended up at her house one afternoon, and I finally got her to agree to get her turn at being the tie-up victim. Our Moms had been chatting in the kitchen, but went out to pick-up my little sister from ballet class (or something). We had been ranging outdoors most of the day (back and forth between houses) and we were generally good children, so we were told to look for my Dad (across the street) if we needed anything until they came back, as well as the usual instructions and warnings. As soon as they left, we ran inside and upstairs to her bedroom.
Lori had some reservations about the scenario, because we both knew our Moms would be back shortly. I was able to dare her into it, teasing her that she thought she couldn't get out of my tie-ups (she had a pretty decent record of freeing herself from previous entanglements). Regardless, she took the bait. Lori went to put on a dry swimsuit (hers was a bit damp from the pool), and I dug out my bag of gear I had prepared. She returned with her long brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a dark blue two-piece swimsuit. I closed her bedroom door and gestured to the bed, so we began.
Now while Lori had an affinity with ropes and knots (maybe because she was a girl, was a year older, had longer fingernails - whatever), I preferred heavier restraints whenever possible. I really liked things that were unyielding, and held people in place. I still carry that preference today, but I do have a fond eye for patient knot-work. I had chosen a series of leather belts to hold Lori, and had raided my personal stash, as well as that of my father, to gather them. They were of varied lengths and weren't uniformly colored, but they were good enough to do the trick.
I had Lori sit up on her canopy bed before me, and I went to work on her body. I buckled the first ones around her ankles, knees, and thighs, then had her use her arms to pull herself back onto the bed and turn herself lengthwise. I then pulled out a steel cable bike-lock (with a combination). I ran one end through the top of the footboard and the other through the belt on her ankles, locking her feet about 18" from the bottom of the bed. She offered that that was probably unneccessary, but we both knew the combination and I suggested that she let me finish things since it was my turn to be in control. She reluctantly agreed.
Lori had been sitting up, supporting her upper body with her arms. I let her remain so, but had her tuck her arms in a bit tighter. I wrapped a three heavy belts around her arms and torso, one above her chest, one below, and one at her elbows. At this point, she had difficulty remaining in a seated position, so I helped her to lie on her back, arms at her sides. I then slipped another belt around her waist and hands and secured it. Kneeling above her, I systematically tightened all the belts, particularly those that might have shifted or adjusted during her moving and my securing. Lori softly complained that they were tight enough, but she knew she had to wait until I was finished to test her bonds.
After Lori made her comments, I suggested that she had entirely too much to say for a prisoner. Lori suggested: "Well, if you don't like me talking so much, you could blindfold and gag me with some of my kneesocks". She directed me to her dresser from her position on the bed, and I pulled out a long, red pair. I helped her raise her head, and wrapped them about her eyes and cleave-gagged her mouth, knotting them behind her. It was a dream come true. She lay back on the bedspread, and asked a muffled "Are you done yet?"
I was almost there, and I had saved the best for last. Digging through the bag, I produced two more belts, the canvas kind the military wore. I slipped the end through the metal buckle making a tight loop. I tied the loose end to the belt around her knees, measured the length, and slipped the loop around her left wrist and pulled it tight. I repeated the same steps quickly on her right hand. This caused Lori some consternation, as she couldn't see what I was doing, and didn't expect me to tie her hands in such a fashion (in the past I had tried just the belts and she had wriggled her arms free). I chided her that she shouldn't struggle until I was done, and repeatedly checked the belts for tightness. She fumed, but was well secured, and the belts made her body bulge attractively, because I was breathing as heavy as she was. I told her she should try to get out, and the show began.
I'll admit that I enjoyed watching a struggling girl, as unchivalrous as that sounds. I don't know where the desire came from, but there it is. The way she blindly, methodically tested the leather and canvas, one hand at a time, pulling, and picking for releases and buckles. The way she rolled her body back and forth, rolling her shoulders and twisting her legs. The way she strained to sit up, then flopped back, and pulled at the bindings anchoring her legs, limiting her movement. Her stomach was a special treat, inhaling, flexing and twisting with her efforts. I could have been there all day watching her, but after 15-20 minutes of her frustrated struggles, I interrupted.
Lori had flushed red with her efforts, and was breathing deeply, but was still secured fairly well. She had rumpled the bed and herself a bit, but had only tugged her hands a bit back and forth beneath her belt harness. I sat on the bed next to her, and commented "You know, I don't think you're trying hard enough." Lori grunted her thoughts on how unfair her predicament was, but I ignored her. I suggested that if I added a different twist to her situation, it might motivate her. She asked a muffled "What did you have in mind?" I smiled and reminded her about her liberties with my swimsuit the week before, and she said she remembered.
I sat atop her torso, pinning her flat. She moaned softly as I gently slid her swimsuit off her shoulders. I was quivering with excitement, facing the unknown of a budding girls chest. Unfortunately, I was stopped by my own design. With the belts secured about her upper body, I couldn't slide the swimsuit down any further, and I was afraid of actually touching her chest and upsetting her. I think she realized my predicament and sighed. I ashamedly climbed off her and offered that she continue freeing herself, my excitement building again as I looked at my handiwork.
Unfortunately, Lori was content to lie there and enjoy the embrace of the belts at this point, much to my frustration. She was in her own little world, humming to herself as she lay there. I went to get a drink and she remained in the exact same position when I returned. I encouraged her to try to get out, and she conceded that she couldn't. I waited for some minutes more quietly observing her, then thought of an idea as I listened to the sounds of the suburban neighborhood outside. At the next sound of a car, I raced over to the window, then turned and spun onto the bed next to her.
"Quick, you have to get out! Your Mom is home!"
Lori jerked herself unto a seated position and leaned towards me, urgently mmmphing "Help untie me." I told her I couldn't, but had to race downstairs to stall them. I then ran to the door and threw it open, racing down the hall and stairs. I waited a few moments, then silently tiptoed back up the carpeted steps and hall to behold Lori in her glory. She was writhing with renewed vigor, fighting the leather straps with everything she had. She twisted and rolled, frantically seeking escape, her hands clawing at the canvas cuffs. I stood in the door transfixed. Every couple minutes she would freeze, listening for sounds of our parents, then would continue wrestling with her confinement.
After fifteen minutes, her sweat and wild movements slipped the blindfold off her eyes. She stared at me standing in the doorway. I think I probably had my first hard-on. She was still gagged, the belts mostly still secure, but she had desperately slid her whole body to the bottom of the bed and curled her legs up behind her. This gave the wrist belts some unanticipated slack, and she had removed the left one and slipped her hand out from the waist belt as well. She had been freeing her other hand when she saw me. She was still gagged and her swimsuit was damp and had slipped down a little more.
We stared at each other for a couple minutes, and I walked over to help her undo the rest of the belts. I admitted she could relax and she wasn't in danger of being caught. She called me a name or two for scaring her like that by pretending. I told her that she should also be ashamed for not trying to get out as hard as she could, because that was the game. She conceded that point, and agreed that it was fun not being able to get out easily. We agreed to play more games in the future, but were even, for now. By the time I had bagged most of the belts and she had tugged her swimsuit back up, we heard a car in the driveway. Unfortunately, Lori's body had the red marks of the tight belts all over her body, so she quickly tossed a towel over her shoulders and we raced to the pool. We were past them in the water before the Mom's could object, and my little sister wanted to swim as well, so we were OK. Nobody ever found out. Let me know if you liked it.
Jericho
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Jericho's stories
- 01 - My First Bondage Memory (f/m)
- 02 - Getting Lori Back (m/f)
- 03 - Rainy Days With Lori (m/f)
- 04 - Settling The Score With Andrea (m/f)
- 05 - Eye-Opener Freshman Year (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 06 - Capture The Flag (mm/mf)
- 07 - Lifesaving 101 (m+/f)
- 08 - Mandy Loses the Escape Game (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 09 - Friday Evening Playtime with Mandy (M/F) (in Adults archive)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section