Boys Will Be Girls - Caught (MF/MF)
Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2025 5:39 pm
Sports Day
Charles and Eddie looked round the empty hall and then giggled as the sixteen-year-old boys made their way behind a screen. Charles had short wavy red hair, while Eddie had near black hair – and both were carrying holdalls which they placed on the floor.
“Do you think they’ll notice us when we sneak in?”
“Why would they – after all, we’ll be just like them.”
Eddie nodded as he slipped on the padded bar, and then pulled on the short sleeved red blouse, fastening it before he tied the ends at the front under his midriff. As he pulled on the grey denim skirt, he watched Charles pull up the tight knee length black skirt with a white stripe at the side, and then pull the blue open necked polo top down over his own upper body and the stuffed bra,
As he slipped on the red ankle socks and grey trainers, Eddie fastened the red sneakers and waited until they looked at each other.
“Right – girls’ changing room?”
“Got it,” Eddie said – and then he stopped and looked at his friend. Charlies, for his part was looking behind Eddie at Suzanne, the Girls captain, and her friend Carla. The eighteen-year-olds were six foot tall, and towered over the two boys, smiling as she said “so, wanted to sneak into the girls’ changing room? You do look kinda cute. Do you know what you would look even cuter as?”
Charles and Eddie shook their heads as Carla held up several ropes and said “cute captives. You girls have a choice – you let us tie you up or we force you to be tied up. Pick – carefully.”
As they looked at each other, Carla handed Suzanne some of the ropes and they moved behind the boys, smiling as thy folded their arms behind their backs and tied their wrists to the opposite elbow, before they were pushed over to where two chairs were waiting. More ropes were also there, the two looking at each other as they were used to form two bands that held their upper arms firmly to their sides. Shorter lengths were tied round the lower band between their arms and body, and then rope was tied behind them, taken under the upper band and around the back of their necks, and then back up and over their shoulders, both of them seeing the other with their tops stretched over their chests and the stuffed bras.
“What are you going to do to us,” Eddie asked as the two girls knelt in front of them and secured their ankles together, then their legs above their knees, the long fingers of the two girls stroking the bare flesh of their legs as they did so.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Suzanne said with a smile as more ropes were used to secure them to the chair backs, and then their eyes were covered with blindfolds – red for Charles, black for Eddie.
“Now, open wide.”
“No,” Charles said as he clamped his mouth shut – only to feel his nostrils being pinched closed, and then as he opened his mouth tasting sweaty cotton on his tongue before there was a ripping sound, and something was pressed down over his mouth, stopping him from talking.
“Hdhhhee?”
“Whstshpphnhn,” Eddie replied as he felt a bulge under his skirt. There was then the feel of hands on his body, and stroking his crotch as lips touched his neck, and he groaned.
Neither of them could see the line of girls that had formed silently up and were taking turns to grope and kiss them, watching their reactions as they did so…
Secretaries Day
“Good morning Ian,” Lana said as she walked into the outer office – and then she smiled as she saw the male secretary sitting at his desk, white blouse with a blue bow at the collar, along with a short blue jacket, a short matching skirt, and low heeled black shoes.
“Why on earth did I agree to do this,” he said as he looked at his co-worker. Lana was wearing a black blazer with a striped pocket handkerchief over a white blouse and short skirt, and her own black heels.
“Well, it is Secretary Day,” Lana said with a smile, “and besides – you like a dare.”
“Yeah, but to be like this all day – and what will the boss say?”
“Whatever he wants – it’s his problem,” Lana said as the door to the office opened, and they both looked over. It wasn’t their boss who walked in, but five people – wearing black boiler suits, black balaclavas, two with sawn-off shotguns, and one carrying a large black bag.
Ian looked over as one of them said “don’t even think it, sweet things. Tape them up.”
The one holding the bag put it on the table, both of them hearing the thump before he opened it and threw two rolls of silver tape to the two unarmed intruders. They tore the ends free and walked quickly behind the two secretaries, the look of fear in their eyes clear as her wrists were taped together behind their backs, and then the ripping sounds as the tape was wound tightly round their arms and body, the two silver bands framing their chests.
“What do you think they are going to do,” Ian whispered to Lana as they were pushed onto a white couch in the outer office.
“We are going to do whatever we want,” the leader said as their binders knelt down and taped their rankles and legs together, before the man said, “close your eyes.”
Lana and Ian had no choice as their eyes were covered with the silver tape, and then more strips were pressed down over their mouths to keep them quiet. They heard a door open, and their boss say “what the hell…” before it was slammed shut.
“Lhnhnh?”
“Yhshsuhhn..."
“Whjttwhllthdhthhs.”
“Hey – these little chicks look as if they aren’t relaxing. Any idea how we can do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know – maybe get them warmed up and then give them a little present?”
Ian started to struggle as he heard that, and then he felt the gloved hands on his shoulder as the high-pitched voice said “hey, hey – relax, let that tension go – I can help you to if you want…”
He heard Lana start to moan as the gloved hands travelled down in front of him, but there was something else – a strange feeling between his legs, one he had never really experienced below as the hands stroked up and down his body, and then unfastened the bow as his jacket and blouse were pulled open.
“Well now – this is just perfect…”
“Hyhhsss,” lan said in a very strange way as Ian felt the hands go away, and then his skirt been lifted up, the panties he had borrowed from his sister pulled down, and a gloved hand stroking him as the voice said “Very nice – let me help you along.” He then felt the kiss and the warmth spreading through him before the mouth went over his cock, the female intruder working him as his partner worked on Lana…
Summer Breeze
Matt walked slowly down the stairs to see his friend Amy standing there, looking at him in an appraising manner. She was wearing a striped t-=shirt and denim hotpants and said, “the perfect look for a hot summer afternoon.”
“Thank you,” Matt said as he did a little twirl. The eighteen year old boy was wearing an orange sun dress, held up with this shoulder straps and a little bow at the front, the skirt of which came down to his knees, cork open toed sandals with a white top, and a blue scarf tied in a silk bow in his hair.
“So, what are you going to do to me now,” he said as he looked at Amy.
“Why, hold my lovely lady hostage,” she said as she walked behind Matt and guided his hands behind his back, holding his wrists together as she picked up a length of brown rope and secured them, Matt smiling as she did so. More ropes were then used to secure his arms to his sides, the lower band round his waist and secured with shorter lengths between his arms and body, the upper band holding his bare upper arms firmly in place.
“Very nice,” he said with a smile as he sat on the pale blue couch, watching Amy as she secured his ankles together side by side, and then his legs below his knees.
“There,” she said as he cinched the last band and tied off the ends. “Comfy?”
“Yeah,” Matt said as he wriggled round. “I’m ready.” He then pursed his lips as Amy tore the strip of duct tape form the roll, and pushed it firmly down over his mouth, two more strips following as he closed his eyes and said “thhfhflsshghhdd…”
Amy looked at her captive as he squirmed round, a smile on her face before she heard an older woman say, “well now, what do we have here?” She slowly turned to see Matt’s mother standing there, wearing a cream-coloured sundress with a deep neckline and short puffed sleeves, as well as brown sandals.
“Mhmmm? Hghddhhhh…”
Matt stayed still as his mother looked at him, and then at Amy before she said “She makes such a cute girl. Are you his captor?”
“I am,” Ay said quietly as he looked at the woman, a red ribbon tied in her brown hair as a bow as well. “Do you want me to…”
“No.”
Matt wondered what was happening as she feel this mother’s hand on his cheek and then looked into her eyes.
“Would you – would you like to join him?”
His eyes opened wider as his mother said “why not – just let me go to the toilet first…”
And so it was, a half hour later, that Amy gently pressed the silver tape down over his mother lips as she sat next to him, bound in the same way. She stepped back and looked at them both, as she nudged Matt and said “fnhssshmhthtnuhhhr.”
“Mhmhmhhknhhhwthslhks…”
“Chhht.”
Matt turned and looked at her as she wriggled round, the bands of rope rubbing on her chest, and mumbled “hwwdhdlhhk.”
“Hmmm – hhhht?”
She blushed as she said “Fhnnkuh – uhdhnhttlhkshbhduhrshlf. Shhlhn?”
“Fhhhmhsshsh….”
She nodded and said “whhlwhththphnshnh?”
“Whtthfhuhehnt?”
“LHhhhnmylhpphauhuhsedthdh.”
Matt nodded as he slowly lowered his head onto his mother’s lap and stretched his legs out, Amy adjusting the skirt of his dress before she left the two of them alone…
Daddy’s Home
“Hi Mom,” Chrissy said as the eighteen-year-old Senior came into the house, dropping her books on the table as she closed the door. She had collar length blonde hair, and was wearing a long-sleeved grey top, black jeans and dark brown baseball boots.
“Mom?”
Ever since her father had been kicked out by her mother, it had just been the two of them at the house - and they were both happier for it. Her father was not the most – understanding of people, especially when tow years ago Chris had announced he wanted to transition to being a girl. He had never felt as scared as he had that month, before his mother had found him threatening to kill him and thrown him out – then went with him to the clinic to start the process. Now, two years later, Chrissy was happier than he had ever been. The hormone treatments and the operations were past now, and Chrissy was the woman he had always felt he should be.
The house was quiet, and the door had been locked, so she figured her mom was just not home yet – but as she walked to the kitchen, she was grabbed from behind and screamed as a rough-skinned hand was pressed down over her mouth.
“Whththhfhfkhshsthhhrhhr?” Chrissy suddenly realised that something had been pressed down over her mouth as well, stopping her from calling out as her hands were pulled behind her back and she felt the rough rope forcing them to stay together.
“Whtthhurrhuhdhhn,” she called out as she saw more rope going round her stomach and arms, forcing them against her side as the ropes sat under her small chest, and to tell the truth she was very, very scared.
She was then dragged back into the front room, seeing the sunlight filtering through the closed curtains, and made to sit on a chair before her captor came and knelt in front of her.
“DHD?”
She watched as her father bound her ankles tightly together and then stood up. “Stay there Chris,” he said quietly, yet in a menacing tone – and Chrissy was too scared to move.
“You are weak – but I’m going to change all that,” he said quietly as he walked off, Chrissy twisting and screaming to try and raise the alarm – but with little success. Whatever was pressed down over her mouth as thick and strong – and silencing her totally.
“Hghhddnhh – Chrrsshhshe!”
Chrissy suddenly looked over to see her father make her mother jump into the room. Helen was wearing a long sleeved yellow jumper with a dep neckline over a black top, her blonde hair up in a bun, as well as a long yellow skirt with a white belt round her waists that came down to her ankles – her tightly bound ankles, with rope framing her chest and her hands behind her back. She saw the grey tape pressed down over her mother’s mouth as well as she was sat in a chair next to her.
“Mhhmmhhwdhdhdhghthhnnn?!
Helen just looked at Chrissy and shook her head. He had been waiting when she had got home – how he had got a key she did not know – grabbed her, bound her, gagged her, and now she and her daughter were wondering what he was going to do next.
A fear that just grew as they both watched him leave the room, and then noises form the basement, as he prepared the means he had ‘devised’ to punish his wife, and ‘cure’ his son…
Joyeux Noelle
“Here we go,” I said as I and my son handed the mulled wine to the other members of the family. Rhona, my wife, was wearing a red top and long pyjama pants with white trim and a little bow at the front of her top, while my mother-in-law Ronnie was wearing a pink kimono with white trim, both of them also wearing white ankle socks.
“So, what is it you want to do,” she said after she had taken a drink from the glass cup, her white hair pulled back in a bun while my wife had her dark hair up in a bun on her head.
“Well, you’ve seen those ‘Silent Night’ photos?”
“The ones where the family are taped up and smiling?”
“That’s right Mum,” Noel said, “and I was hoping I could join you and let Dad do a generational one with the three of us.”
“With Noel or Noelle?”
My son smiled as he said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” and left the room as I said “so, which of you wants to be first?” I held up a roll of green tape as Ronnie said, “do me – but tape my wrists in front of me, I can’t put my arms behind my back anymore, and I still need to finish my drink.”
I nodded as I took the cup from her for a moment and then taped her wrists together in front of her. She smiled as I did so and then handed her back the cup as Rhona put hers down and put her hands behind her back. I adjusted them so her elbows sat in the palms of her hands. And then taped her arms together at her wrists and halfway along. I then wrapped the tape round her arms and body under her chest, as she said, “so you’ll just take pictures?”
“Oh of course,” I said with a smile as I tore the tape off and smoothed it down, then kissed her gently on her lips before I knelt down and taped her legs together above her knees, and then around her ankles to keep her snug and safe.
I then went over and took the cup from Rinnie, and then as she put her hands between her legs at her lap I secured her ankles together, and her legs below her knees, before I wrapped the tape round her arms and body below her chest as well.
“Well now, you both look amazing.”
“So do you,” Rhona said as Noelle came in. My son was now wearing a chestnut wig, as well as a short sleeved light bout pyjama top and shorts with a snowflake print on the material. He also had white ankle socks on, as his mother and grandmother watched me secure her in the same way as her mother before she sat down between them on the couch.
“Now then,” I said as I peeled a length from the roll and stood in front of Ronnie, “please, purse your lips and once you’re all ready, I can take the photographs.”
Ronnie nodded, Noelle and Rhona watching as I pressed the tape down over her lips, and then gagged the rest of my family in the same way, before I turned the lights down and then picked up the camera, the three of them wriggling round as they played up for the photographs.
So, when I fixed the sleep masks over their eyes, it took Ronnie and Rhona by surprise, before I lifted Noelle up and carried her out of the main room, and up to the bedroom.
“You sure you want to spend some time like this,” I said as I laid her face down on the bed, Noelle nodding as I bent her legs back and used a robe belt to secure her ankles to her arms. She had asked me to do this earlier when I had explained the rest of my plan for the evening.
“Whhthshghnhhnh,” Rhona said as she heard me walk back in.
“Tell you in a few minutes,” I said a I picked Ronnie up, hearing her grunt as I carried her out of the room.
“I’m going to put you on your bed,” I said quietly as she looked at me, “and I’ll release you later. Ronnie and I are going to have some us time.”
Ronnie nodded as I laid her down and turned her radio on, and then I walked down the stairs.
“Hruhththrrhh hmmmthhfhlslsghd,” Rhona said as I stood behind her and started to gently knead her breasts as she wriggled round.
“Now that I have you alone,” I whispered, I think I want to give you satisfaction -my way. I hope you enjoy it.”
She moved her head to the side as I kissed her neck and then knelt in front of her, unfastening her top and opening it up before my lips touched her bare nipples and sucked gently…
Charles and Eddie looked round the empty hall and then giggled as the sixteen-year-old boys made their way behind a screen. Charles had short wavy red hair, while Eddie had near black hair – and both were carrying holdalls which they placed on the floor.
“Do you think they’ll notice us when we sneak in?”
“Why would they – after all, we’ll be just like them.”
Eddie nodded as he slipped on the padded bar, and then pulled on the short sleeved red blouse, fastening it before he tied the ends at the front under his midriff. As he pulled on the grey denim skirt, he watched Charles pull up the tight knee length black skirt with a white stripe at the side, and then pull the blue open necked polo top down over his own upper body and the stuffed bra,
As he slipped on the red ankle socks and grey trainers, Eddie fastened the red sneakers and waited until they looked at each other.
“Right – girls’ changing room?”
“Got it,” Eddie said – and then he stopped and looked at his friend. Charlies, for his part was looking behind Eddie at Suzanne, the Girls captain, and her friend Carla. The eighteen-year-olds were six foot tall, and towered over the two boys, smiling as she said “so, wanted to sneak into the girls’ changing room? You do look kinda cute. Do you know what you would look even cuter as?”
Charles and Eddie shook their heads as Carla held up several ropes and said “cute captives. You girls have a choice – you let us tie you up or we force you to be tied up. Pick – carefully.”
As they looked at each other, Carla handed Suzanne some of the ropes and they moved behind the boys, smiling as thy folded their arms behind their backs and tied their wrists to the opposite elbow, before they were pushed over to where two chairs were waiting. More ropes were also there, the two looking at each other as they were used to form two bands that held their upper arms firmly to their sides. Shorter lengths were tied round the lower band between their arms and body, and then rope was tied behind them, taken under the upper band and around the back of their necks, and then back up and over their shoulders, both of them seeing the other with their tops stretched over their chests and the stuffed bras.
“What are you going to do to us,” Eddie asked as the two girls knelt in front of them and secured their ankles together, then their legs above their knees, the long fingers of the two girls stroking the bare flesh of their legs as they did so.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Suzanne said with a smile as more ropes were used to secure them to the chair backs, and then their eyes were covered with blindfolds – red for Charles, black for Eddie.
“Now, open wide.”
“No,” Charles said as he clamped his mouth shut – only to feel his nostrils being pinched closed, and then as he opened his mouth tasting sweaty cotton on his tongue before there was a ripping sound, and something was pressed down over his mouth, stopping him from talking.
“Hdhhhee?”
“Whstshpphnhn,” Eddie replied as he felt a bulge under his skirt. There was then the feel of hands on his body, and stroking his crotch as lips touched his neck, and he groaned.
Neither of them could see the line of girls that had formed silently up and were taking turns to grope and kiss them, watching their reactions as they did so…
Secretaries Day
“Good morning Ian,” Lana said as she walked into the outer office – and then she smiled as she saw the male secretary sitting at his desk, white blouse with a blue bow at the collar, along with a short blue jacket, a short matching skirt, and low heeled black shoes.
“Why on earth did I agree to do this,” he said as he looked at his co-worker. Lana was wearing a black blazer with a striped pocket handkerchief over a white blouse and short skirt, and her own black heels.
“Well, it is Secretary Day,” Lana said with a smile, “and besides – you like a dare.”
“Yeah, but to be like this all day – and what will the boss say?”
“Whatever he wants – it’s his problem,” Lana said as the door to the office opened, and they both looked over. It wasn’t their boss who walked in, but five people – wearing black boiler suits, black balaclavas, two with sawn-off shotguns, and one carrying a large black bag.
Ian looked over as one of them said “don’t even think it, sweet things. Tape them up.”
The one holding the bag put it on the table, both of them hearing the thump before he opened it and threw two rolls of silver tape to the two unarmed intruders. They tore the ends free and walked quickly behind the two secretaries, the look of fear in their eyes clear as her wrists were taped together behind their backs, and then the ripping sounds as the tape was wound tightly round their arms and body, the two silver bands framing their chests.
“What do you think they are going to do,” Ian whispered to Lana as they were pushed onto a white couch in the outer office.
“We are going to do whatever we want,” the leader said as their binders knelt down and taped their rankles and legs together, before the man said, “close your eyes.”
Lana and Ian had no choice as their eyes were covered with the silver tape, and then more strips were pressed down over their mouths to keep them quiet. They heard a door open, and their boss say “what the hell…” before it was slammed shut.
“Lhnhnh?”
“Yhshsuhhn..."
“Whjttwhllthdhthhs.”
“Hey – these little chicks look as if they aren’t relaxing. Any idea how we can do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know – maybe get them warmed up and then give them a little present?”
Ian started to struggle as he heard that, and then he felt the gloved hands on his shoulder as the high-pitched voice said “hey, hey – relax, let that tension go – I can help you to if you want…”
He heard Lana start to moan as the gloved hands travelled down in front of him, but there was something else – a strange feeling between his legs, one he had never really experienced below as the hands stroked up and down his body, and then unfastened the bow as his jacket and blouse were pulled open.
“Well now – this is just perfect…”
“Hyhhsss,” lan said in a very strange way as Ian felt the hands go away, and then his skirt been lifted up, the panties he had borrowed from his sister pulled down, and a gloved hand stroking him as the voice said “Very nice – let me help you along.” He then felt the kiss and the warmth spreading through him before the mouth went over his cock, the female intruder working him as his partner worked on Lana…
Summer Breeze
Matt walked slowly down the stairs to see his friend Amy standing there, looking at him in an appraising manner. She was wearing a striped t-=shirt and denim hotpants and said, “the perfect look for a hot summer afternoon.”
“Thank you,” Matt said as he did a little twirl. The eighteen year old boy was wearing an orange sun dress, held up with this shoulder straps and a little bow at the front, the skirt of which came down to his knees, cork open toed sandals with a white top, and a blue scarf tied in a silk bow in his hair.
“So, what are you going to do to me now,” he said as he looked at Amy.
“Why, hold my lovely lady hostage,” she said as she walked behind Matt and guided his hands behind his back, holding his wrists together as she picked up a length of brown rope and secured them, Matt smiling as she did so. More ropes were then used to secure his arms to his sides, the lower band round his waist and secured with shorter lengths between his arms and body, the upper band holding his bare upper arms firmly in place.
“Very nice,” he said with a smile as he sat on the pale blue couch, watching Amy as she secured his ankles together side by side, and then his legs below his knees.
“There,” she said as he cinched the last band and tied off the ends. “Comfy?”
“Yeah,” Matt said as he wriggled round. “I’m ready.” He then pursed his lips as Amy tore the strip of duct tape form the roll, and pushed it firmly down over his mouth, two more strips following as he closed his eyes and said “thhfhflsshghhdd…”
Amy looked at her captive as he squirmed round, a smile on her face before she heard an older woman say, “well now, what do we have here?” She slowly turned to see Matt’s mother standing there, wearing a cream-coloured sundress with a deep neckline and short puffed sleeves, as well as brown sandals.
“Mhmmm? Hghddhhhh…”
Matt stayed still as his mother looked at him, and then at Amy before she said “She makes such a cute girl. Are you his captor?”
“I am,” Ay said quietly as he looked at the woman, a red ribbon tied in her brown hair as a bow as well. “Do you want me to…”
“No.”
Matt wondered what was happening as she feel this mother’s hand on his cheek and then looked into her eyes.
“Would you – would you like to join him?”
His eyes opened wider as his mother said “why not – just let me go to the toilet first…”
And so it was, a half hour later, that Amy gently pressed the silver tape down over his mother lips as she sat next to him, bound in the same way. She stepped back and looked at them both, as she nudged Matt and said “fnhssshmhthtnuhhhr.”
“Mhmhmhhknhhhwthslhks…”
“Chhht.”
Matt turned and looked at her as she wriggled round, the bands of rope rubbing on her chest, and mumbled “hwwdhdlhhk.”
“Hmmm – hhhht?”
She blushed as she said “Fhnnkuh – uhdhnhttlhkshbhduhrshlf. Shhlhn?”
“Fhhhmhsshsh….”
She nodded and said “whhlwhththphnshnh?”
“Whtthfhuhehnt?”
“LHhhhnmylhpphauhuhsedthdh.”
Matt nodded as he slowly lowered his head onto his mother’s lap and stretched his legs out, Amy adjusting the skirt of his dress before she left the two of them alone…
Daddy’s Home
“Hi Mom,” Chrissy said as the eighteen-year-old Senior came into the house, dropping her books on the table as she closed the door. She had collar length blonde hair, and was wearing a long-sleeved grey top, black jeans and dark brown baseball boots.
“Mom?”
Ever since her father had been kicked out by her mother, it had just been the two of them at the house - and they were both happier for it. Her father was not the most – understanding of people, especially when tow years ago Chris had announced he wanted to transition to being a girl. He had never felt as scared as he had that month, before his mother had found him threatening to kill him and thrown him out – then went with him to the clinic to start the process. Now, two years later, Chrissy was happier than he had ever been. The hormone treatments and the operations were past now, and Chrissy was the woman he had always felt he should be.
The house was quiet, and the door had been locked, so she figured her mom was just not home yet – but as she walked to the kitchen, she was grabbed from behind and screamed as a rough-skinned hand was pressed down over her mouth.
“Whththhfhfkhshsthhhrhhr?” Chrissy suddenly realised that something had been pressed down over her mouth as well, stopping her from calling out as her hands were pulled behind her back and she felt the rough rope forcing them to stay together.
“Whtthhurrhuhdhhn,” she called out as she saw more rope going round her stomach and arms, forcing them against her side as the ropes sat under her small chest, and to tell the truth she was very, very scared.
She was then dragged back into the front room, seeing the sunlight filtering through the closed curtains, and made to sit on a chair before her captor came and knelt in front of her.
“DHD?”
She watched as her father bound her ankles tightly together and then stood up. “Stay there Chris,” he said quietly, yet in a menacing tone – and Chrissy was too scared to move.
“You are weak – but I’m going to change all that,” he said quietly as he walked off, Chrissy twisting and screaming to try and raise the alarm – but with little success. Whatever was pressed down over her mouth as thick and strong – and silencing her totally.
“Hghhddnhh – Chrrsshhshe!”
Chrissy suddenly looked over to see her father make her mother jump into the room. Helen was wearing a long sleeved yellow jumper with a dep neckline over a black top, her blonde hair up in a bun, as well as a long yellow skirt with a white belt round her waists that came down to her ankles – her tightly bound ankles, with rope framing her chest and her hands behind her back. She saw the grey tape pressed down over her mother’s mouth as well as she was sat in a chair next to her.
“Mhhmmhhwdhdhdhghthhnnn?!
Helen just looked at Chrissy and shook her head. He had been waiting when she had got home – how he had got a key she did not know – grabbed her, bound her, gagged her, and now she and her daughter were wondering what he was going to do next.
A fear that just grew as they both watched him leave the room, and then noises form the basement, as he prepared the means he had ‘devised’ to punish his wife, and ‘cure’ his son…
Joyeux Noelle
“Here we go,” I said as I and my son handed the mulled wine to the other members of the family. Rhona, my wife, was wearing a red top and long pyjama pants with white trim and a little bow at the front of her top, while my mother-in-law Ronnie was wearing a pink kimono with white trim, both of them also wearing white ankle socks.
“So, what is it you want to do,” she said after she had taken a drink from the glass cup, her white hair pulled back in a bun while my wife had her dark hair up in a bun on her head.
“Well, you’ve seen those ‘Silent Night’ photos?”
“The ones where the family are taped up and smiling?”
“That’s right Mum,” Noel said, “and I was hoping I could join you and let Dad do a generational one with the three of us.”
“With Noel or Noelle?”
My son smiled as he said, “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” and left the room as I said “so, which of you wants to be first?” I held up a roll of green tape as Ronnie said, “do me – but tape my wrists in front of me, I can’t put my arms behind my back anymore, and I still need to finish my drink.”
I nodded as I took the cup from her for a moment and then taped her wrists together in front of her. She smiled as I did so and then handed her back the cup as Rhona put hers down and put her hands behind her back. I adjusted them so her elbows sat in the palms of her hands. And then taped her arms together at her wrists and halfway along. I then wrapped the tape round her arms and body under her chest, as she said, “so you’ll just take pictures?”
“Oh of course,” I said with a smile as I tore the tape off and smoothed it down, then kissed her gently on her lips before I knelt down and taped her legs together above her knees, and then around her ankles to keep her snug and safe.
I then went over and took the cup from Rinnie, and then as she put her hands between her legs at her lap I secured her ankles together, and her legs below her knees, before I wrapped the tape round her arms and body below her chest as well.
“Well now, you both look amazing.”
“So do you,” Rhona said as Noelle came in. My son was now wearing a chestnut wig, as well as a short sleeved light bout pyjama top and shorts with a snowflake print on the material. He also had white ankle socks on, as his mother and grandmother watched me secure her in the same way as her mother before she sat down between them on the couch.
“Now then,” I said as I peeled a length from the roll and stood in front of Ronnie, “please, purse your lips and once you’re all ready, I can take the photographs.”
Ronnie nodded, Noelle and Rhona watching as I pressed the tape down over her lips, and then gagged the rest of my family in the same way, before I turned the lights down and then picked up the camera, the three of them wriggling round as they played up for the photographs.
So, when I fixed the sleep masks over their eyes, it took Ronnie and Rhona by surprise, before I lifted Noelle up and carried her out of the main room, and up to the bedroom.
“You sure you want to spend some time like this,” I said as I laid her face down on the bed, Noelle nodding as I bent her legs back and used a robe belt to secure her ankles to her arms. She had asked me to do this earlier when I had explained the rest of my plan for the evening.
“Whhthshghnhhnh,” Rhona said as she heard me walk back in.
“Tell you in a few minutes,” I said a I picked Ronnie up, hearing her grunt as I carried her out of the room.
“I’m going to put you on your bed,” I said quietly as she looked at me, “and I’ll release you later. Ronnie and I are going to have some us time.”
Ronnie nodded as I laid her down and turned her radio on, and then I walked down the stairs.
“Hruhththrrhh hmmmthhfhlslsghd,” Rhona said as I stood behind her and started to gently knead her breasts as she wriggled round.
“Now that I have you alone,” I whispered, I think I want to give you satisfaction -my way. I hope you enjoy it.”
She moved her head to the side as I kissed her neck and then knelt in front of her, unfastening her top and opening it up before my lips touched her bare nipples and sucked gently…