Boys Will Be Girls - Family Ties (M/MFmf)

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Disco Divas

I made sure the last rope was secured and smiled as I looked at the woman. She was in her late thirties, and was lying on her back on her bed, her arms above her head and her wrists bound to the headboard with rope. More rope was holding her ankles together and then to the foot of the bed, while a pair of her pantyhose had been pushed into her mouth and the legs tied round her head.

She’d come into the room to find me climbing through the window, so I had to make sure she stayed there while the music played downstairs. Now she wasn’t going to be able to stop me, I made sure I had her valuables and then slowly walked downstairs to see what else I could find.

The music was certainly getting louder, and as I reached the foot of the stairs, I heard laughter coming from the front room, so I went there to make sure nobody else could raise the alarm. I wasn’t ready for what I saw, however.

There were two boys dancing to the music, one about eleven I would guess and the other a year younger. They both had short brown hair, but the first thing I noticed was the red gloss on their lips and the paint on their fingernails.

Then I saw they were both wearing dresses – the older boy was wearing a sea blue short sleeved lace dress with a sash tied round his waist, and black ankle boots, while the young boy was wearing a strapless floral print dress with a tiered body, and black ankle socks.

Then they both saw me, and io put as gloved finger to my lips before I told them both to kneel in front of the couch and put their hands behind their backs. They looked at me, then at each other before they did what I asked, and I took out of my bag a roll of silver tape, using it to make sure their wrists stayed behind their backs and then their arms against their sides, before making them sit on the floor and taping their ankles, as well as their legs above and below their knees.

I then pressed the silver tape down over their mouths to keep them both nice and quiet, the music still playing as I emptied the display cabinets. Looking at them both, I could see them squirming round – and that they were enjoying the experience.

In more ways than one…


Family Snatching

Seriously, it had only been my intention to bring the mother of the family for a visit but – well – things got a little complicated.

I pulled the van up to the driveway and let myself in through the kitchen, smiling as I walked along the corridor and looked in the front room. There was a blonde-haired woman there, wearing a white woollen dress with a black leather belt round her waist, dark hose and knee length grey leather boots – I could also see the silver hoop earrings in her lobes as she held up a red phone and smiled into a mirror.

Well, you know the way I work – I waited until she had taken the photo and then walked in, putting a gloved hand over her mouth and telling her not to make a sound. That was when I realized I had made a – small error of judgement, because this was not the mother of the family.

This was the father – but he didn’t try and fight, instead mumbling into my gloved hand as I asked him if he was going to raise the alarm. He shook his head, and so I told him to put his phone down, and then slowly to put his hands behind his back.

When he did so, I took some rope from my bag and started to bind his wrists together, as he asked me what I was going to do. So, I told him – I was going to take him with me and wait for his wife to pay the ransom for his safe return. I also asked him if his wife knew what he was doing – and he said she did as I took the rope between his wrists to make the binding tighter.

I then wrapped more rope round his upper body to keep his arms against his sides as he watched me in the mirror, before I sat him down and knelt down to bind his ankles together – which was when he said who was going to make sure his boys were safe?

I looked at him as the rope constricted the grey leather round his ankles, and then secured his ankles together, before I asked where they were. He told me they were upstairs, so I said I’d look in on them – once I had pressed the white tape down over his mouth and told him not to move.

Walking slowly up the stairs, I looked in the first door on the left to see a thirteen-year-old boy looking at himself in the mirror. He had short dark hair and was wearing glasses – as well as black top with a white picture of a cartoon on the front, black tights and Dr Marten boots – and a short grey skirt with a fern print on the material.

He also had a white phone in his hand and was admiring his look – and then he took a selfie of himself. Well, what else was I going to do after that? A few minutes later, his father looked over to see me walking him in, his hands bound behind his back and rope round his arms and upper body, and white tape covering his mouth as well. They both raised an eyebrow as I sat him next to his father and used more rope to secure his ankles together, and then his legs below his knees, before I stood up and said I was going to take them to the van next.

“Am I coming as well?”

Both of them shook their heads as I turned round to see an eight-year-old boy standing there, wearing a platinum blonde wig on his head. He had on a cap sleeve white t-shirt with a thin leopard print belt, a knee length pink skirt with a lace overskirt, and silver sandals. Well, I could not exactly leave him home alone, could I? So, I went behind him and lashed his wrists together, then wound ropes round is upper body before I covered his mouth with white tape, then told him to walk in front of me while I carried his older brother to the van.

Once we were in the back, I got the young lad to sit down and secured his ankles and legs, before I went back and frog marched their father into the van as well, then closed the house door behind me before I drove off. I had left the two phones with a note saying what to do before all three would be coming home…


After School Surprise

I was so proud to walk down the street holding Mummy’s hand, after the school had accepted, I could wear my new uniform. I had my black puffa jacket on over it, while Mummy was wearing a long grey gilet over a light purple top and shorts, with white ankle socks and sneakers.

I had the broadest grin from ear to ear as we walked into the house – and then I heard a strange man saying, “well now -what do we have here?”

Mummy asked him who he was, and then I saw her raise her hands in the air – and I did the same when I saw he had a gun in his hand. He looked at both of us and then told us to take our coats off and hang them up, then walk into the front room with our hands in the air.

He was a thin man with grey hair, wearing a denim jacket and jeans, but I was scared – and then Mummy said we would do what he said, so long as he didn’t hurt us. So, he nodded, and then threw a ball of twine at Mummy, before he told her to tie her daughter up.

Well, I said I was not her daughter – but he looked at me and said I was dressed as a girl, so I was a girl. Mummy said it would be all right and told me to sit on the couch and cross my wrists in front of myself. So Idid so, adjusting the skirt of my red tartan pinafore dress which I was wearing over a white polo shirt, and watched as she used the twine to make sure my wrists were tied together in front of me.

She then looked at the man, who told her to use the thin rope around my legs, so she tied it round my bare legs where the hem of the pleated skirt of the dress was, and then on top of my knee length red socks before she tied my ankles together, and then used a knife the man gave her to cut the twine off and make a knot. I could only wriggle round as the man took Mummy out of the room and told me to stay where I was.

Well, I was too scared – and too excited – to go anywhere, so I just sat still and waited until he brough Mummy back in. She had her hands behind her back, and when she sat next to me, she kissed my head while the man tied her legs together below her knees and round her ankles with the twine.

He then folded a cloth and pushed it into her mouth, before he rolled up- a cloth and did the same to me, the material on my tongue as the edges stuck out from between my lips. We both watched him walk out, before I fell onto my side and looked up at Mummy, seeing her crying as I said something like “dhntntchrrmhmmheewhrfhn…”



Dress Up Day

“You want me to play a game of Robbers with my family?”

I nodded as I looked at Laura, who was wearing a vintage grey Laura Ashley dress. It had elbow length sleeves and a square neckline, the waist gathered and then the pleated skirt flowing down to cover the tops of her Dr Marten boots. She had shoulder length dark brown hair, and her dress had a square neckline.

I saw the smile on her face as she said “all right – today is Dress Day anyway, so we’re all going to be the hostages of the bad robber. I suspect you will star with me, correct?”

I nodded as I drew a length of cord from my rucksack. And walked behind Laura, pulling her wrists behind her back and then making sure they were tightly lashed together, with no chance of her getting to the knot holding the ends together.

I then took the longer rope and started to secure her arms to her sides. I knew Laura had three children – Ten-year-old Laurie, eight-year-old Tim and six-year-old Ben, so once I had her secured it was a case of making sure they joined her in the game as well.

I pulled the ropes tight round her body and secured the ends behind her back, before I asked her to sit down on the end of the couch and knelt in front of her, securing her ankles tightly together before I passed another rope round her legs above her knees, gathering the material of the skirt of her dress around her legs as I made sure they were secured as well. As I stood up, the door opened, and Laurie came in. The young girl was wearing a brown cap sleeved dress with aw white floral print on it, the skirt coming down to her knees, and a blue collar.

“Mum – what’s going on,” she said as she saw me and her mother on the couch.

“Well – this man is pretending to be a robber, and he’s going to make sure we are all hostages in our dresses,” Laura said as she looked at her daughter.

“Hostages? All of us?”

“that’s right,” I said, “so put your hands behind your back, and in a few minutes, you can be just like Mummy.”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it Mummy?”

Laura shook her head as I went behind Laurie and took her hands behind her back, making sure they were tightly secured together before a longer rope round her arms and stomach made sure they were locked against her sides. She then sat on one side of a longer couch, watching as I secured her ankles together and her legs below her knees - and then we saw Tim and Ben come in and stop to look at their mother and sister.

Tim was wearing a long blue dress with white stars, held up by straps over his shoulders, and a long sleeved green striped top under the dress. He was also wearing grey pyjama bottoms. As for Ben, he was wearing a pair of blue pyjamas with an animal print – and over them he was wearing a blue, grey and red tartan print dress with elbow length sleeves.

“Dress Day,” I said as I looked at Laura, who smiled and nodded as she explained to the boys that they were going to play a game of Hostages with the rest of the family. Well, they agreed they wanted to play, so I made sure both of the boys had their wrists and arms secured in the same way as Laurie, before they sat on the couch as well and I bound their ankles together – and then their legs in the same way as their mother.

I then used rolled up bandanas with knots tied in the middle to gag each of them, hearing their muffled talking before I checked the ropes again and said I was going to look round the house – which was when Laura’s husband Peter walked in. He was also taking part in Dress Day – in his case, a pink one with a red rose print, the skirt coming to above his knees, and a pair of matching pink high heels.

Well, he looked angry, but Laura Shook her head and looked at the children, while I explained this was a game to keep the kids happy. He slowly nodded – and a few minutes later, he was sitting next to Laura, looking at his children and twisting in the ropes as I gagged him with a knotted bandana as well.

After all, the family that plays together stay together…

[TuggyMale]

Absolutely amazing. I love Boys will be Girls.

The only thing missing would be a hogtie and a nice tape gag with a stuffing like their own socks or panties

[KP Presents]

Absolutely amazing. I love Boys will be Girls.

The only thing missing would be a hogtie and a nice tape gag with a stuffing like their own socks or panties

Well, who knows what may happen when Hell has to babysit...

[TuggyMale]

Ohhh Great!

Although I rather meant something like that happening in Boys will be Girls, but that’s also fine

[KP Presents]

Ohhh Great!

Although I rather meant something like that happening in Boys will be Girls, but that’s also fine

Well, Boys can be Girls anywhere...

[TuggyMale]

I know, but what I really like about your writing style are these kind of shorter stories. Several short stories, you know?

And that’s your strength in my opinion, but you’re in general an amazing writer. I hope you get what I mean

[TuggyBoundMale]

Wow, amazing. Boys who are dressed as girls, that is such a cool idea. I also really like this style of several shorter stories. You‘re a really good writer