01 - Mark & Nancy: Wacky Wednesday
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By volatiledesire
Fictional TUG Story
Sat Apr 19, 2008 11:10 am
(Authors Note: This is a long story I wrote months ago. This is just the first part. Always like to know what you think.)
There comes a time in all kids lives when they realize that Mom is not just the person that makes dinner and cleans house. For some kids it happens when they first realize the jar of lotion in the nightstand is not for her hands, or perhaps that the short cylindrical object does not really ease Mom's tired shoulders. We discover by accident or by growing awareness that Mom is more than just a chauffeur and cook, she's also a woman.
For Mark, a 13 year old kid with a scrawny body and unkempt hair, it happened quite differently, most would say oddly. In the summer of '89 Mark was a typical high school freshman male. A T-shirt and jeans kind of kid who counted his day blessed if he managed to follow one of the sexy high school cheerleaders up the stairs. He came home loaded down with books to find his Mom and her best friend in the whole world, Teresa, sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee.
Teresa and Mark's Mom (her name was Sharon) were the same age, the same build, and had the same length of hair. The only difference was that his Mom was "blond", (that's what she told everybody), and Teresa was a red-head. They were both dressed in very nice clothes, skirts and heels. Sharon's outfit was mostly shades of red, whereas Teresa loved green. They both stood up from the table when Mark entered the kitchen for a drink of water.
"Oh, son, I'm so glad you got home on time."
"You're all dressed up, what's going on?"
"Teresa and I are going shopping and maybe a manicure if we have time."
Mark shrugged, "Cool, see you later."
Teresa spoke up then. "I hope it's ok, but our house is being renovated for the next couple of weeks and Nancy needs a quiet place to study. She's old enough to take care of herself but I don't trust all those filthy workmen in our house right now. Your Mom said she could stay here."
This was excellent news, Teresa's daughter Nancy was a gorgeous red-head that made every boy's burgeoning libido burst whenever she walked by. She also refused to date anyone, saying she was too busy with school and gymnastics to spend time with boys. She was sophomore in high school and as a freshman way out of Mark's league. He played it cool though, "Sure, no problem."
His Mom smiled slightly. This of course meant she knew exactly what he was thinking. "It's a big house, I'm sure you'll stay out of each other's way." With that, Sharon and Teresa left the house.
Fifteen minutes later the door bell rang. It was Nancy. She was oddly dressed, her legs were covered in shiny black spandex as were her arms and over this she wore a pair of jean shorts and a white T-shirt. Mark cocked his head at an odd angle while holding the door open for her to enter.
Nancy noticed the look. "Gymnastics practice," she said. Mark still looked confused. "Mom didn't want me to go to the house wearing my practice unitard so I have it on underneath."
"Oh, I see." Mark nodded quite pleased to see her wearing the sexy outfit even if it was mostly covered. Despite her being a year older a growth spurt put Mark at near her height though she could easily best him in any sport, including wrestling.
"I'll just grab the couch," Nancy said walking into the living room and turning on the television.
"Sure, let me know if you need anything." Mark said walking slowly upstairs desperately trying to think of a reason to stay in the same room.
As it turned out Mark got lucky and she came upstairs. "Hey Mark."
"Yeah, in here."
Nancy walked into his room. "I've got to run home and get a book I left there."
"Uh, but your Mom said she didn't want you to be there while the workers were there."
"Oh pulleeez, Mom is such a worry-wart. I'll be fine."
"Ok, but I'll have to tell her."
"What?" Nancy turned, her light hearted tone disappeared in an instant.
"I'll have to tell her you left." Mark smiled.
"Why you little rat, we've been friends for what 10 years and I've covered your ass more than a few times."
"Uh, you don't so much as smile at me in the halls at school, whatever I owe has been paid."
"Nobody is nice to freshman, what else is new. I was a freshman once and the upper class never smiled at me either."
Mark then did the one thing that would always drive his older sister nuts before she went to college, he turned around and ignored her.
"So I'll see you in a little bit." Nancy left the room.
Fifteen minutes later Nancy returned. Mark met her in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. "So how was it."
"Unpleasant, they were cat calling me when I got out of the car so I just left."
"So I guess your Mom was right?"
"It appears that way. You're still going to tell her?" Nancy asked slowly.
"Afraid so, I'm a man of my word." Mark said sarcastically.
It happened really fast. Nancy grabbed him from behind and wrapped her arms around his body pinning them to his sides. Whatever she did in gymnastics made her really strong, she easily lifted him off his feet and carried him into the living room tossing him face down on the couch. With her knee in the center of his back she wrenched his arms painfully into the small of his back where she tied them there with rope she produced from her pocket. Two more lengths encircled his body at the ankles and knees.
She stood up and watched as her captive squirmed around until he faced her. There was a box of rope on the floor that smelled like storage area in the garage. She selected another length. "I don't think you'll be telling my Mom anything." She rolled Mark back over and wound the rope around his elbows cinching them close together. More rope was wrapped around his waist and shoulders pinning his arms to his body. A hasty, but effective job.
"Ok, ok, I won't tell. Let me go."
"Yeah right, I'll let you go. But first I have to get a few pictures to blackmail you into not telling." She knelt down and took off her shoes and removed her ankle socks. She then stood up and took off her shirt. Mark was obviously pleased by the sight of her womanly curves displayed beneath the tight garment. She stood wearing only her jean shorts and black unitard.
She then jumped on the couch and straddled Mark's chest holding her socks up to his mouth. "Don't worry they are clean." Mark jerked his head from left to right rapidly but she managed to grab his nose and held tight, eventually the combination of lack of air and the heady experience of being sat on by a gorgeous girl defeated his resistance and the socks filled his mouth. She then used her light weight, stretchy shirt to hold it all in place. Mark could not dislodge it once she tied it firmly behind his head.
"There now, no more talking." Nancy smiled at her success
Mark tried to make noise, but with his mouth propped open by her shirt and the small socks threatening to slip down his throat, silence was the only option. Nancy rolled Mark off the couch and began searching in her backpack. "Where is my camera?"
Mark manage to sit up and tugged with all his strength in an attempt to free his arms but the brute force attempt did not work. "It's in my car." Nancy ran outside.
Instead of struggling Mark quickly found the knot holding his wrists secure and frantically picked at it. When Nancy returned swinging her camera from her wrist the loops of rope were starting to loosen. The required concentration must have been evident in his eyes because Nancy stopped fiddling with the camera and looked at him. "What are you doing?" She quickly ran over and pushed Mark onto his side and retied all the knots. "I can't have you escaping." She ran out of the living room into the garage. Moments later she returned with a roll of black electrical tape. She wound the tape around Mark's hands, forcing them into useless lumps. "There we go, that will hold you."
Nancy stood up and flipped her red hair over her shoulder and began taking pictures while Mark struggled into a sitting position. With his fingers useless it took much longer to push himself up and all the while the camera flashed. Once Mark's back was against the couch Nancy set the camera to timer mode and sat down on the couch with his body between her legs like some kind of trophy. She soon tired of the taking pictures and pushed him into the middle of the room where she tied his ankles to his wrists in a firm hog tie and sat down on the couch and opened a book.
Escape was impossible and every attempt was greeted with mocking laughter from Nancy. "I'll let you go in an hour or so before our Mom's get back."
Mark laid his head down trusting that the consequences of being found in this situation would guarantee eventual release. The click of heels outside the front door caused Nancy to leap from the couch. She froze like a deer caught in the headlights when the door opened and Teresa walked into the house. "Hey honey," Teresa began, "Where's your shirt?"
Mark's Mom also entered and immediately saw her son bound on the floor and her eyes widened first in surprise and then in amusement. "I think I know where it is."
Teresa looked down and yelped. "Oh my goodness, what is going on here? Nancy what have you done to Mark?"
Nancy was still frozen in place unable to speak coherently. "Was my son bothering you?" Sharon asked.
The question jarred Nancy loose from her stupor. "Uh yeah, he was being a pest."
Mark strained to look at his Mom who he expected to free him at any moment. Instead though she just smirked at him. Both of the older ladies sat down on the couch on either side of Nancy. "That's some pretty good rope work," Mark's Mom said removing her heels.
"I think her older brother taught her that, he used to love being tied up." Teresa said.
Mark struggled and grunted loudly through his gag trying to get anyone's attention. Nancy was also wondering why they were not freeing him. Teresa reached into the box and grabbed a handful of the rope. She quickly dropped it, "That stuff is filthy."
Mark's Mom smiled. "If you two are going to do this more, we're going to have to get you some proper equipment. These ropes are way too coarse. Silk scarves and satin ribbons feel so much nicer."
It was at that moment that things cracked apart inside Mark's brain. His Mom suddenly transformed before his eyes from a middle-aged homemaker into something else entirely, a strange hybrid between an alien and a supermodel. Mark's eyes locked onto hers and a mischievous little smile bloomed on her face.
Teresa interrupted the non-verbal exchange. "But these will do nicely, don't you think, Sharon."
Nancy realized what her Mom just said. "Do nicely for what..."
At that moment both women jumped on Teresa's daughter, the two older women had surprise on their side and in moments Nancy lay face down on the couch with her hands tied behind her. They were far more efficient than Nancy and in less than 10 minutes she was lying beside Mark in an identical position and gagged with her mother's hosiery which she removed from beneath her dress.
Mark's world was coming unhinged. His Mom was going crazy. Nancy looked to be having similar issues.
The two women went into the kitchen and spoke quietly together. Nancy and Mark tried to wiggle together to help free each other but with Mark's useless hands he could not do anything and Nancy's hands were so well bound she could not reach her own knots.
One thing became absolutely clear when the two formerly normal homemakers walked back into the room smiling. Mark and Nancy knew very little about their respective mothers. "Enjoying yourself?" Both Nancy and Mark wagged their heads back and forth and made unintelligible sounds through the garments held in their mouths.
"Good, we've decided that it is nice knowing that your kids aren't misbehaving or getting into trouble. It's like a breath of fresh air compared to our constant worrying." Teresa said.
Mark got a worried look on his face, he feared his immobility was going to be extended further.
"So since you enjoy the confinement we thought we would help you." Mark's Mom finished.
Mark's eyes widened but Nancy lost it, she started thrashing about pulling at the ropes, but both women already left the room. Moments later they returned each with a plastic grocery sack in their hands. "We're not mean so we want to make you more comfortable." Scarves were pulled from the sacks and were used to quickly blindfold the struggling teenagers. Angry sounds came from beneath Nancy's gag. Mark seemed resigned to his fate. His legs were released and he was pulled to his feet by two pairs of hands. His Mom led him upstairs and into the master bedroom.
"Yeah, that will be perfect." Teresa said to something Mark could not see, "but you better have him use the bathroom."
Once inside the large master bathroom Mark's Mom began to unfasten his jeans. He struggled immensely, obviously not wanting to be naked in front of these women. "Stop it Mark, it's just me. Teresa has gone to deal with her daughter" His Mom answered. Of course being 13 years old he was still not too keen on being disrobed by his Mom. "I've seen you naked thousands of times, just relax."
Sharon quickly removed her son's jeans and allowed him to use the bathroom in relative privacy, though he could not see to confirm that. Once the process was finished Mark felt something cool and slippery being pulled onto his legs. Still bound with his hands wrapped in electrical tape it was difficult to discern what his Mom was doing until the garment reached his waist. His earlier encounter with Nancy gave him the experience of Lycra against his skin. He realized she was putting some kind of tights on him. He immediately started yelling through the gag and struggled to kick the garment off his legs.
"Listen Mark," his Mom began. "Calm down, I promise you will eventually appreciate what is going to happen. If you don't sit still things will only get worse. What's it going to be, are you going to trust me?"
Mark paused for several seconds judging the sincerity of his mother's tone of voice. The idea of the most beautiful girl Mark knew seeing him wearing tights drove the reasonable answer out of his head. Mark shook his head and struggled with the tape still binding his fingers.
Sharon sighed impatiently, "I've got two choices here, black or hot pink. If you continue to struggle guess which one I'm going to choose. The unitard is simply going to protect your skin."
Mark stopped struggling, a unitard was bad, but a hot pink unitard was beyond-the-pale awful.
"Thank you. I know you think I've gone crazy or that you've fallen down the rabbit hole but not really. Teresa was just saying how she wishes you and Nancy would hit it off so she would not have to worry so much about her. And I'll admit I've been worried about you too, Mark."
Mark's confusion was apparent despite the blindfold and gag. "How exactly was getting tied up in black spandex outfit going to get Nancy to like him." He thought to himself
"Hold still now I'm going to release your fingers and arms and take off your T-shirt so I can pull the unitard on the rest of the way."
Mark held still while she worked to remove the rope and tape and then moved only enough to flex his sore arms and rub his chafed wrists once they were free. His Mom grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. The shirt's collar pulled the blindfold off with it and Mark blinked in the harsh lights of the master bathroom. His Mom did not seem to notice as she pulled the unitard over her son's stomach and guided his arms into the long sleeves then closed the small closure behind my head. Mark looked down over his body, wondering if he had been coated in some kind of oil.
Mark glanced over just in time to see his Mom lean into the bathtub and grab a pile of white rope. The sight of the ropes made Mark realize the he was free and could flee if he wanted too. He leapt to his feet and accidentally shoved his Mom as he sprinted from the bathroom causing her to topple over into the bathtub with a yelp. Mark did not look back and ran out of the bedroom and down the hall to his own.
Mark ran inside his room and slammed the door quickly, locking it behind him, with a sigh of relief. "Finally a bit of luck on my side," he though to himself. Then for good measure he slid his dresser in front of the door.
A small grunt and sigh from the bed caught his attention He turned to see Nancy staring at him with a white piece of material pulled between her teeth. Her black unitard matched his own except white ropes crisscrossed her body from her ankles to her shoulders. Her hands were bound to her ankles so tightly that her heels were pressed into her buttocks. Her elbows were also tied so that they almost touched. The strain in her eyes above the gag brought Mark back to his senses. Mark pulled open the drawer on his night stand and grabbed a pocket knife quickly severing her bonds.
She took a moment to rub her arms and pulled the gag from her mouth. "Thanks, that was not fun."
Mark tried to respond but realized he still had not pulled the gag from his mouth. He quickly yanked Nancy's T-shirt down to his chin and worked the socks out before untying the T-shirt hanging snuggly around his neck. "What is going on?"
"My mom has gone crazy. And by the look of what your wearing your Mom has too." Nancy answered.
Mark blushed. "Yeah, she was getting ready to tie me up when I ran out of the bathroom and ran in here."
"Do you have any clothes I can wear?" Nancy asked.
"Sure," He tossed her a sweat shirt and went to get one himself when his Mom knocked on the door. "Oh Mark, that was not very kind."
Mark shook my head. "That was an accident. I panicked. Are you two on drugs or something? Nancy looked like she was in pain before I freed her."
There was a small silence. "Nancy, honey, were you in pain?" It was Teresa.
Mark watched Nancy who had just pulled on the sweatshirt. It made her even more beautiful with her Lycra covered legs sliding out from beneath the hem of the oversized shirt. Mark stepped closer to the dresser, prepared to hold it against them if necessary.
"No, not really. I guess." Nancy responded the last part fading into a whisper.
"See Mark," His Mom said.
Mark shook his head at Nancy who shrugged. "I'm a gymnast," she whispered, "very flexible."
Mark rolled my eyes and whispered back. "What do we do?"
"Open the door so we can talk about this." Mom said even though she could not have heard the question.
Nancy shrugged. "I don't know."
"I have a nasty bruise on my shoulder from where you shoved me in the tub." Mom said.
"Look Mom, I'm sorry. I freaked out. In fact I'm still a little freaked out here."
"Open the door, son." Mom said.
"I don't think so."
There was a long drawn out silence. Mark found the time to pull on a shirt and sweats while their mothers discussed things in hushed whispers. Finally Teresa's voice came through the door. "Nancy honey, do you remember what is happening next Saturday?"
Nancy's eyes widened. "Yes of course, the gymnastics competition."
"You can't go."
Nancy's hands flew to her mouth and moisture immediately formed in the corners of her eyes.
"Unless..." Teresa's mother continued from the other side of the door.
"Unless..." Sharon took up for her friend. "Mark allows you to tie him up and then you, Nancy, must open this door."
Mark's eyes stared at Nancy in stunned shock. The two devious women were playing a game and their beloved children were just a couple of pawns they could push around the board. "What!" Was all Mark could muster in response.
Nancy stood up and came over to where Mark stood by my closet, moisture glistening in her eyes. "Please, please Mark. I have to go to the competition."
A beautiful redhead sophomore wearing nothing but a black unitard stood before a skinny, shy freshman asking, no begging, if she could tie him up. Mark would have said yes to anything short of castration. He dropped his head in acquiescence when Teresa spoke again. "Oh, and one more thing, there is a satchel in the room on the far side of Mark's bed. It contains some rope for you to use Nancy. And since Mark hurt his mother he has to wear the outfit that is inside there too or no deal."
The one-two punch, first his Mom shocks him with an inescapable situation and the other piles it on. Nancy stepped over to the bed and picked up the canvas bag. Inside was a pile of loose rope and a pink leotard, not hot pink but a soft ballet pink color. "Oh my God," Nancy said barely suppressing a giggle. "They have got to be kidding." Then she remembered her gymnastics competition and she dropped the leotard on the bed and pulled out a pair of matching pink tights and ballet shoes. "Thank God there isn't a tutu."
"No way, I can't do that, not ever by myself, and no way in front of you."
Nancy tossed all the ballet clothes on the bed and stepped closer. "Oh please Mark, I won't tell a soul. I have to go to the competition. I've been working for months and months."
"I can't, Nancy."
"It's just clothes, you're wearing a black dance outfit right now and I've seen you in it already." Nancy begged tears now falling down her cheeks.
"It's a girl's ballet costume, though. I just can't."
"Oh come on, Mark. You look kind of cute in the black one. It is probably made for a girl too. Just change in the closet I'll tie you up and this will be over." Despite the tears Nancy managed a seductive smile.
"Oh Nancy," her Mom called through the door. "If he is able to free himself inside an hour. You forfeit the competition. We'll be downstairs waiting for you, whatever you decide."
Mark heard the footsteps move away from the door and move down the steps. "What is with them. This is wacky Wednesday if ever there was one."
"I promise never to treat you badly again, Mark. We can be genuine friends. You've already rescued me once today. If you do it twice, you'll always be my hero."
"You won't be able to stop laughing." I retorted. "And you will forget your promise the day after Saturday."
"I didn't laugh when you first came in, did I?"
"You were gagged."
"But I didn't laugh. Like I said, you look cute in the unitard. Take off your sweats and shirt and I'll prove it."
"Alright if you can keep from laughing while I'm wearing this black outfit I'll wear the pink one. If you so much as giggle, you'll have to miss your gymnastics thing, deal."
"Deal, strip."
Mark took off his sweats and then quickly pulled off the sweatshirt while searching for any sign of a smirk on her face. Nancy stepped closer, put her hands on Mark's shoulders and kissed him full on the lips. Mark's eyes flew open at first and then slowly closed as Nancy maintained the contact. "There now, doesn't that prove that you're my hero?"
After a full 30 seconds, Mark was finally able to respond. "Stay out here, I'll change in the closet." He grabbed the pink leotard and pink tights and stepped inside his walk-in closet. The neck closure of the black unitard proved a challenge but once he figured it out, he was able to peel the garment off quickly. The tag on the black unitard had a stylized silhouette of a female dancer, which proved Nancy was right about the unitard. Obviously the tights were next and he had no idea how to put them on but after lots of tugging and pulling on the fabric Mark managed to get the strange garment into position. Now his legs were a shiny pink in the light of the closet. "Good grief this sucks."
The leotard was next and it had the same kind of neck opening as the unitard. In just a few seconds he pulled it up his legs, slipped his arms into the long sleeves, and quickly fastened the closure behind his neck. The sleeves were different then those of the unitard. They were tight at the wrists and forearms but puffed out at the shoulders, it looked so girlish. "I would appreciate it if you didn't laugh." Mark spoke loudly through the door.
"Do you need another kiss?" Nancy said back.
Mark stepped out of the closet. "That might help."
She didn't laugh but she did not kiss him either. "Here sit on the bed and I'll help you with the shoes."
Nancy slipped the pink satin slippers onto his nylon covered feet and than wrapped the ribbons around his ankles, crisscrossing them up his calves making a large bow behind his knees. She did the same with the second shoe and then grabbed a length of the rope without even looking up. She quickly wrapped it around his ankles several times and cinched the ropes by passing the last length between his ankles perpendicular to the loops.
"Bend your knees." Mark did as instructed and she repeated the process with another length of rope just above his knees. A third length of rope was tied across the soles of his feet and tied to the ankle bindings. A fourth was wrapped around his thighs and Nancy struggled to get the ropes to pass between his upper legs to cinch them down.
"Good grief why so much rope."
"You heard them, if you escape I can't go to the competition. Turn around and put your hands behind your back, palm to palm."
Mark felt the ropes again wrap around his wrists and cinch down. Another length of rope passed around his upper arms forcing his shoulders back. His elbows were no where near touching like Nancy's had been when Mark found her, but he had no more freedom of movement. Another length of rope cinched the elbow tie tightly and Nancy strung the remaining length around the ball of Mark's shoulders, across the back of his neck, around the other shoulder, and down to the elbow tie. This elaborate configuration ensured that it would not be slipping down the taper created by his bound arms. "Drat, I'm out of rope. Do you have anything in here that will work?"
"I think you've done quite enough."
"Perhaps, but I can't take any chances." She pushed Mark down on to the bed face first where he quickly turned around and sat up. Nancy was going through the drawers of his dresser and night stand. She found a roll of black electrical tape, the sash from an old robe, and several shoe strings. "This will have to do." She glanced under the bed. "Oh perfect," She pulled out the ropes that had been cut when Mark freed her earlier. She selected the longest pieces and tossed them onto the bed next to her pink victim.
Quickly resuming her work she wrapped a length around his body and over his wrists pinning them down. Other pieces were used to cinch these tightly making it impossible to move his arms away from his back. A final piece of rope was then used to tie his ankles to the rope between my elbows pulling him into a strict hog tie. "Ugh, you're done right?"
"Not quite." Nancy picked up the shoe strings and used them to wrap and cinch both his thumbs and pinky fingers together. Then she picked up her T-shirt that had been used as Mark's gag earlier and knelt down in front of his face. "Open wide, this is pretty thin material so it will fill your mouth nicely.
"A gag, you've got to be kidding, I can't even roll over."
"I can't take any chances, sorry."
Nancy stuffed the stretchy cloth into his mouth and wrapped the sash cord several times around his head to hold it all in. She then went through all the ropes that remained and found nothing but really short pieces. "I need something to hold you to the bed. I'm all out of rope."
Mark groaned though the gag and tried to rock back and forth with little success. "I'll go ask our mom's, maybe if I ask right I'll get on their good side." Nancy slid the dresser away from the door and left the room. Mark was positioned perpendicular across the bed with his head a few inches from the edge. He continued to attempt to roll over or slide forward but only succeeded in slight rocking. Nancy soon returned carrying a plastic sack. "They are watching television, they gave me the rest of the rope they had." She pulled his body to the foot of the bed and rolled him onto his side so his legs and arms were touching the metal tube frame of the foot board. She then wove the long rope around the foot board and Mark's cinched bonds. When she was done he could not so much as wiggle. She even threaded the rope around the back of his gag so that his head was held still. "I know you aren't comfortable but your Mom will release you soon. Thanks Mark, for saving the day." Nancy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Mark did not even bother to grunt in response. She left the room shutting the door behind her.
He tried to struggle, but there was no point. There was a good view of the clock and he watched as the minutes slowly ticked away. After 45 minutes had past Mark was beyond uncomfortable. His arms and legs screamed to be moved and his jaw was throbbing. Time moves slowly when you watch the clock, it moves slower still when you are tightly tied down with nothing else to do but watch the clock. Mark went over the day in his head: waking up, going to school, coming home to the news Nancy would be over. Then how it all went crazy: getting tied up by Nancy, Mom finding out, leaving him tied, trying to tie him up. It was becoming clear the reason Mark was wearing a pink ballet outfit strictly tied to the foot of his own bed was his mother's fault. Mark figured he slipped into some sort of alternate universe on his walk back from school.
After one hour and twelve minutes passed, the door to the room opened and his Mom walked in. "I guess she did a good enough job then." Sharon had changed out of her nice red dress and now wore a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. Instead of releasing her son, she examined the knots and ropes and patted her son on his spandex covered bottom. Mark squeezed his eyes shut trying to communicate his discomfort.
"Yeah, she was highly motivated." She continued trying to wiggle a finger underneath the robe sash holding the gag in his mouth. "Nancy and her mother have gone home, so it's just you and me now. I think my ploy worked by the way."
Mark's eyes widened in confusion, "What ploy?" He thought.
"I think Nancy is slowly warming up to you. You saved her gymnastics event, but mostly I imagine it is the vulnerability you managed with her. I mean putting on a pink spandex and letting her make you helpless is the ultimate in vulnerability."
Mark was beginning to get upset, he wanted free. Mom smiled and continued talking. "The leotard and tights fit well. They are actually Teresa's, even the shoes fit perfectly." Mom said to herself giving his bound feet a squeeze. "That's good to know."
Mark sighed and stopped straining, his Mom continued talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Teresa and I are nearly the same size too, she has a bit more up top but that rarely matters."
Mom pulled over the chair from the desk and sat down. "Alright, I know you want to be released but it's easier talking to you when you can't blow me off. So I'm taking advantage." She reached for an envelope from the pocket of her sweatshirt. "Remember this?" She held up the manila paper. Mark immediately recognized his report card. Where was she going with this?
"We're going to start with your worst grade and work from there. The "D" you have in history is first." At this point his mother removed the gag and left the room for a few moments returning with a glass of water and a straw. After a few sips Mark had worked his jaw enough to speak. "My arms and legs are sore Mom, can you let me go, please."
"As soon as were done with our discussion. Tell me, when is your next history test?" Mom asked.
"Friday."
"Do you feel prepared for it? Have you studied?"
"No, not yet, I was planning to cram for it the tomorrow night."
Mom shook her head. "Do you like the predicament you are in now?"
"No," Mark responded immediately.
"If you can't get an "A" on that test, there will be consequences."
Mark mouth fell open, but I could think of nothing to say. Did she mean she was going to tie him up if he did not get an "A" or just consequences in general.
"Do you understand?" Mom asked slowly.
"Not really," he whispered. "What happens if I don't get an "A"?"
"I'm not going to hurt you Mark. I love you, but you have been slipping away. Your grades have fallen. You prefer solitude. I'm worried about you."
"So what, you're going to tie me up so you worry less?"
"Not exactly, but I'll do anything to make sure you turn out ok. And besides Nancy is cute, this might turn out well for you."
Mark shook his head. "You never answered my question. What happens if I don't get an 'A'?"
"I'm sure it will depend on how good or bad you actually do, but Teresa will decide what happens."
"Nancy's Mom. Why?" Mark asked.
Mark's mom shrugged her shoulders, "We think you can be a positive influence on Nancy, and vice versa."
Mark was really confused now but stopped asking questions. During the pause Mark's Mom slowly released the ropes, beginning with his feet and working up his body. It took a few minutes after all the ropes were removed for him to stand and remove the ballet costume. Mark took a hot shower to help relieve his aching muscles and joined Mom downstairs while she watched the news.
"So how did you end up getting tied up today, Mark?" His Mom asked.
"Nancy went over to her house to pick up a book. I told her I was going to tattle on her. She never actually got the book but I said I would tell anyway. That's when she jumped me and tied me, she took pictures as blackmail."
"Yeah, we saw those. Don't worry they're gone."
Mark nodded. "I'm off to study for history."
"Good night son."
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- 02 - Mark & Nancy: After the Test (FF/mf)
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