04 - Halloween Hogtie - The Final Chapter
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By Lisa
Wednesday, January 8th 2003 - 06:52:17 PM
Halloween Hogtie - The Final Chapter (preview)
The evening outside was still cool, and a gentle breeze could be heard rustling the tall grasses in the nearby field. The moon was full that evening, and the crickets played a constant background symphony with their constant chirping. As you recall, dear readers, it was a perfect night for Halloween, and there could not have been a better place to celebrate it than at my girlfriend Kelly's homestead. Being an old home, situated the way it was out in the countryside, it was the perfect place to stage a Halloween party. The decorations were fabulous and spooky, and they were the equal of any scary movie or Hollywood party.
There was one person, however, who was not enjoying the festivities, unable as he was to escape from his present predicament. The cowboy lying on the barn floor, inexorably bound in a strict, tight hogtie, could only glower at the five girls stood around him, tormenting him. In spite of his most valiant efforts, Steve was unable to loosen the ropes binding him, and could only await the fate we had in store for him.
I, as you may recall, dear readers, was dressed as a French Maid. Kelly was looking great as a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. Rhonda was disguised as a she-devil. She wore a revealing, tight red outfit, complete with devil's horns on her head, and was brandishing a pitch fork. Amy was looking radiant as a blushing bride, resplendent in a flowing white gown and tiara. Amanda completed the party, dressed as a sexy witch, with a short, tight black skirt and pointed hat.
Steve wriggled some more against the bands of rope confining him in his hogtie. "Come on, girls, please untie me". He looked around at me, "Lisa, I'm sorry. I think I have learned my lesson. Could you please untie me, now? Please?"
Kelly was the first to speak up. "I think that we should leave him here until next Halloween". She nudged him gently with the toe of her cheerleader boot. "Better yet, he would make a great lawn decoration for next year's party".
I could understand Kelly's amusement at finding Steve in his current situation. He was one of those boorish oafs who could not accept "no" as an answer. Being as he was a jock, he felt that every girl in sight was in love with him, and he acted accordingly. Kelly, being a cheerleader in real life, as they say, often caught the attention of many of the guys on campus. Steve was like human superglue, always bugging her, not taking the hint that she wasn't really interested in him. And , of course, she was basically much too nice a girl to turn around and tell him to take a hike. I guess it was one of the curses of being blond and beautiful.
"Lisa, this in amazing! Where did you learn to tie a guy up like this?" Amy was examining the intricate bands of rope that encircled my captive. "I don't think that anyone could get out of that". Hiking up her dress slightly, she learned forward to admire my handiwork. Amy had known Steve since grade school. In those early years, he often tormented her the way that boys and girls tease each other when they are very young. She never knew whether she would get pelted with a snowball walking home, or have her pigtails pulled at her desk in class.
I laughed. "Amy, when you have spent as much time babysitting as I have, you learn to tie a mean knot or two. There were more evenings than I care to remember when I was tied up like Steve, here. You could say that I earned my PhD from bondage university".
Several years ago, I had earned extra money babysitting a boy named Malcolm. He was quite fond of being tied up, and of tying me up as well. Eventually, it got to a point where every evening that we spent together, I was either tying him up, or I would be the one bound and helpless for the evening. The first time that Malcolm had tied me up, it was to a chair. In spite of my initial confidence about freeing myself, I soon found that the feat was impossible. From chair ties, Malcolm moved on to hogties, and many a night I found myself on the living room floor, hands brushing against my feet as I fought to escape. Of course, I tied Malcolm up as well, and surprised him with how well I caught on.
All of this proved to be invaluable, as tonight would prove . . . .
Lisa
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Lisa's stories
- 01 - Halloween Hogtie (F/M)
- 02 - Lessons from Lisa (F/F)
- 03 - Lisa's Adventures in Babysitting (m/f)
- 04 - Halloween Hogtie - The Final Chapter (F/M)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section