JD : 02 - Janet’s Revenge (mf/ff, ff/mf)

[TamatoaShiny123]

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All right, to get things rolling, here's another contribution to the ongoing saga of damsels in distress. With reference to the earlier story about my babysitter and my sisters, I will tell the tale of the time Janet extracted her revenge, sort of. It must have been at least two weeks later before Janet was over to babysit again. The buildup was tormenting. When you've had such a mind-blowing experience (for a thirteen-year-old), it's hard to sit on your hands (or do anything else) and wait for another. I had to spend that time fantasizing in my head about rescuing my bound beauty, and planning her revenge against the horrid little monsters that I lived with (from an older brother's standpoint). I think it was on another Friday night that my parents left once again for the evening. I wonder sometimes if the girls drove them out of the house - if so, Kudos. Of course, we all asked for Janet to babysit and my parents obliged. I was a little worried and embarrassed still about the previous babysitting session. Worried because I wasn't sure if the time had dulled Janet recollection of the events and her thirst for revenge. Embarrassed because I was still unsure how this newfound knowledge of hers was going to play out. Boy was I nervous.

She came over a little after 7:30. I didn't want to seem too anxious, so I didn't come out immediately to greet her, but sulked behind a door out of sight to watch the proceedings. Alas, she was wearing her boots again. A good sign. That meant that although she knew what made me tick, she didn't shy away from it. My love had not forsaken me.

"Oh, get a grip, she's your babysitter not your girlfriend," my mind quickly corrected me.

I decided to join them.

"Here's the instructions on where we will be and phone numbers. We should be back by eleven or so but if we don't make it till midnight will that be okay?"

"That will be fine, Mrs. _______. Can everybody stay up a while tonight?"

"What ever you think Janet. We trust you."

My dad was impatiently and loudly making his way to the garage trying to get my mom in gear.

"Any questions?"

"No. I think you've covered everything Mrs. _______."

I could hear my dad starting the car - any minute now there would be a slight honk, followed by a longer honk, then still longer, and I guess that if no one emerged, eventually the car would explode from the noise.

"Hurry mom," I thought impatient for the night's activities to begin.

"Janet, you sure look cute in that," my mom said stepping back. I think she liked to infuriate my dad just a little just to show he wasn't really the boss. "You like to wear boots a lot."

"MOM!!!!" I thought.

"Honk!" from the garage.

"I guess I like the way they feel on my legs," she said glancing over in my direction with a sly smile.

"I used to have quite a few pairs of boots myself. I don't wear them much anymore. You are welcome to them if you wish. They are in a box with a bunch of other clothes in the linen closet. JD knows where they are if you are interested."

Comments like my mom's always got me. I had to sit there and think about what she meant by that. "Why would she make a point to say that I knew where her boots were? Oh, get a grip." (With deference to JCL, your mom wasn't the only one to keep those things around. Ah, to be a child of the seventies.)

"Hooonnnkkkk!" from the garage.

With a slight wink in my direction, Janet answered "Okay, Mrs. ______. I might take a look at them later.

My heart jumped. "What was this women doing to me?"

"Gotta go! John's going to wake the dead if I don't" my mom laughed as she headed for the garage.

"So you know where these boots are? Huh!" Janet looked at me.

I turned red. "She's just talking about her old clothes." I covered myself quickly.

"Yeah, sure!" Janet smiled and walked into the other room to find the girls.

"Oh please! Oh please!" I thought picturing Janet in mom's boots. I knew darn well what my mom had in that box. I was never fixated in any way on my mother, but she sure had some nice looking boots. I think it came from having to grow up too fast. My parents had me at a young age and I don't think my mom ever really wanted to fit the idea of a homemaker. She still wanted to be cool even though she was settling down, so she dressed that way. Up till a few years ago at least. I always thought the late sixties/early seventies were a boot-lover's dream, and my mom went smack through the middle of it.

Some noise from the other room brought me back to my senses. I went to investigate. The girls (Dana and Sam) were playing Barbies on the floor in the den. Janet had sat down next to them and was playing along.

"Oh no! Flirting with the enemy." My hopes of retribution were dashed. I walked over the sofa and sat down to read, keeping an eye on Janet for any good views. I really was smitten by this girl.

They played for a while, may be an hour or so. I eventually got up and went to my room - disappointingly throwing myself on the bed. "She had forgotten."

A few minutes later I hear this knock on my door.

"JD, can I come in?"

"Janet!" my mind raced. "What did she want?" I straightened the room and my hair while I yelled out "Just a minute."

She came in and sat herself in my desk chair. I sat on the bed across from her.

"Well, what about it?"

"What about what?" I asked.

"Are you up for anything tonight?"

"Up for what?" I asked not trying to presume the direction of her discourse.

"Revenge!" she said putting a wry smile on her face.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Have you heard the phrase 'Turnabout is fair play'?"

I thought the phrase was 'Turnabout is fair game' but I nodded my head anyway.

"Well! Turnabout!" she said.

"What do you have in mind?" I repeated.

"Well, they tied me up and ... what is it called?" she looked at me.

"Blindfolded?" I asked dumbly.

"No, you know. When something is tied over your mouth."

"Gagged?" I offered acting like I didn't know exactly what she was talking about. Janet always forgot or at least seemed to forget that word.

"Yea. They tied me up and gagged me, and so it's their turn."

"What's your plan?"

Janet outlined a plan whereby the two would be separated for a short period of time. Both of us knew that we would not be able to take them on two-against-two and tie them up. With all of our ages reasonably close, this had to be a two-on-one situation. Janet reasoned that the girls were going to use the restroom eventually. When one was gone we would jump the other, keeping her quiet while we tied her up sufficiently for Janet to whisk her out of the room. When the other sister appeared, I was to delay her until Janet returned and then the other sister would get the same treatment. Good plan, if only it would have worked that way.

"Put together all the stuff we will need and bring some of it into the den and leave the rest in your parents' room" she commanded. "I'm going to hangout with the girls." She got up to leave. "Gotta go before they get suspicious." She smiled as she walked out the door. "I'll have to try on the boots later."

Oh that woman knew how to fire my engine. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to call her back and suggest that we forget about the girls, or go forward with plan. There was no doubt in my mind that I enjoyed tying up my sisters, on the rare occasion that I wasn't on the receiving end. But seeing a grown woman like Janet (in my mind) wearing boots was breathtaking. However, I did as she said and we were all soon sitting around in the den.

Sure enough, not more than ten minutes later, Sam (the eldest) got up and headed for the bathroom.

As soon as the door was shut, Janet called over to Dana," Come here a second I want to show you something."

My cue. I snuck up behind Dana, clamped a hand over her mouth, and pulled her other arm behind her. Janet quickly grabbed her other arm and we wrestled Dana to the ground. Reaching over and grabbing the bag of tricks, I pulled out some rope and handed it to Janet. As I was the one with my hand over Dana's mouth, Janet had to do the tying. She quickly looped the rope around Dana's wrists and pulled it tight. Dana just struggled, kicked and yelled into my hand still firmly clamped over her mouth. We knew we didn't have much more time.

"I'll take her," Janet said as we pulled Dana to her feet. She offered her hand and was able to quickly replace mine over Dana's mouth before much of a sound was uttered. "This is fun." I thought. I only wished that I could have sat back and watched Janet, running around in her boots, tying up my little sisters. "Oh well. Can't have it all." I watched as Janet marched Dana back to my parents' room at the end of the hallway, kicking the door shut behind her. We did have extra time. It was another minute before Sam emerged from the bathroom.

"Where's Dana?"

"Oh, she and Janet are having a talk in mom and dad's room," I said thinking quickly. Sam seemed to accept that and sat her self down on the floor to play.

A few minutes later Janet appeared from out of my parents' room and shut the door behind her. Walking down the hallway, Janet was immediately questioned by Sam, "Where's Dana?"

"I'm sure you'll see her later. She's a little tied up right now" Janet giggled.

That must have been substantial enough of a clue as Sam got up and rushed for my parents' room. Fortunately I was positioned between her and the hallway and was able to tackle her before she got away. Janet ran to assist.

Before long, Janet had tied Sam's wrists and with no worry about her making noises, grabbed the bag of goodies and started marching her down the hall.

"Do you want some help?" I asked.

"Naw. You can check'em later. I want a little time alone with these monsters."

I tried to picture what Janet was up to. The girls had gotten her pretty well the previous time and if I had to guess, a little tickle torture was in order. I could imagine the wicked ways in which my temptress in boots was tying them. "It might be more fun to be surprised." I thought.

I flicked on the TV and sat down on the sofa. "Maybe she'll try on those boots now?"

My mind raced. I must have lost track of the time, as it seemed like more than five minutes passed. Still no word from the temptress. I got up and made my way to my parents' room, opened the door and looked in.

"Janet did a good job" I thought as I gazed upon Dana sitting on the bed, arms behind her back and a white handkerchief gag over her mouth. Sam was the same, sitting on the floor in front of the closet. Both girls also had rope looped once around their ankles.

"Janet?" I called which was immediately met by much "mmmmpppph"ing by both of my sisters. I could see that the light in my parents' bathroom was on so I strolled over there to congratulate Janet on a job well done.

"Funny, I wonder where she went" I thought as I glanced into the bathroom only to find it empty. It was at that point that I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to find both sisters, still with gags over their mouths but no ropes, closing quickly on my position. I had no chance. Two-on-one is not a fair fight. To make things brief as this is not Canuck's page, they tied my hands behind my back, tied my ankles together, stuffed one handkerchief in my mouth and tied another very tightly over it. It was funny seeing them both still gagged as they applied my ropes. I was dragged over to the bed and thrown down on it. Squirming sideways to watch what they were up to, I saw Dana throw open the door to the closet. From the light inside, I could see Janet hog-tied on the floor, gagged as tightly as before. She looked up at me and shrugged as she could see that I was not in much better of a predicament. Dana removed the hog-tie and the girls dragged Janet up on the bed and threw her beside me. We just looked at each other in despair.

"That'll teach you two!" Sam retorted teasingly as they walked out of the room. "No one gets the better of us."

I looked over at my lovely damsel tied and so tightly gagged beside me. She just let out a "mmrrgh mmpphhgrh" and relaxed on the bed. I could tell that she had struggled mightily to free herself but had long since given up. I test my bonds and was also unable to free myself. Pushing myself up with my head, I managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Janet saw what I did and did likewise. We were able, over a course of minutes, to make our way so we were back-to-back.

My sisters were good at this. It took me over five minutes to release the knot on the rope around her wrists. Struggling free, Janet had to untie the gag over her mouth as she found it too tight to simply pull down.

Spitting out the packing, she seethed "Ohhh, this makes two! Boy are they going to get it."

She reached down and untied the rope securing her ankles. Completely free, she looked over at me. "Turn around."

I turned so she could reach the ropes around my wrists. She began working on the knot and then I hear this "hhmmgh!" from behind.

"Can't get this loose, I guess I have to try your feet first."

I could see Janet smile as she bent down to untie my ankles.

"Ohh, this is tough knot! I don't know if I can untie this." she giggled.

I started to turn red knowing full well what she meant.

"Let's see. Maybe I could get some scissors. No. Let me think." Janet grinned as she looked my way. "Oh heck JD, I can't do that as well as you can."

Janet did untie me - ankles first, then the gag, then the wrists; no doubt enjoying the role change.

I think the second time around took the edge off the revenge idea as we didn't try it again. Eventually, I did get her to model some of mom's boots although she never did take any home with her. But that was another day and there wasn't any bondage involved so it certainly isn't fodder for this page - it'll just remain in my memories. Of course, this wasn't the last time Janet was bound and gagged...

The end

[Canuck100]

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• 01 - My Final Shade of Red (ff/f)
• 02 - Janet’s Revenge (mf/ff, ff/mf)
• 03 - Sometimes the Boys Get It (f+/m)
• 04 - JD's Revenge (m/ff)