Horsin' Around M/F
Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 4:53 pm
I slowly came round from my peaceful slumber to discover that I was lying on a bed of straw.
‘That’s strange’ I thought to myself absentmindedly, I didn’t recall bedding down in a stable last night.
Dimly recalling an old adage about the early worm catching the bird I resolved to get up but found, to my considerable surprise and alarm that my legs were reacting rather strangely.
Of course this wasn’t entirely without precedent, I was notoriously clumsy and it was a matter of public record that my left foot rarely let my right foot know what it was planning.
But this felt different.
It was almost as though my legs were stuck somehow.
Peering down the length of my black school trousers I could just about make out a length of coarse leather bound tightly around my ankles.
“Curiouser and curiouser†I thought to myself as I discovered that my wrists were similarly restrained behind my back.
Just then an anxious, weather beaten face with cut glass cheekbones peered down at me from over the nearest stall.
“Are you okay down there Miss?†asked the, admittedly rather pretty young stable boy.
He could have been no more than 20 and stripped to the waist he looked like the bashful hero in a Jane Austin novel.
“Well, I was a little tied up, but I’m feeling much better now,..†I said in a bright and cheery manner that rather belied my situation.
“Oh, that is a relief. I was getting worried when you didn’t wake upâ€
“Aww, how kind. But don’t worry this kind of thing happens to me all the timeâ€
“Really?†He asked, sounding delightfully bemused “You mean you’ve been kidnapped before?â€
I nodded. “Oh yes, this is rather par of the course for me - I’m a journalistâ€
“But you’re a school girl?!†He said, noticing my green and yellow uniform.
“Well, I may only be writing for the College paper now, but mark my words, I'll be working for the Herald Tribune as soon as I graduate!â€
“Oh, I believe you. I’m sure you’re an excellent journalistâ€
I flashed him one of my very best smiles. The one I usually reserve for charming Hugh Grant types who cut me loose from my bindings.
“That’s kind of you to say, I’ll be sure to send you a copy of my story when I’m done. Speaking of which,..†I said wiggling my legs into a bent position, presenting the leather thongs for cutting.
“Actually, I think it might be better if you stayed as you are for the time being†He replied firmly
“Wait, You tied me up?â€
“Apologies Miss, it was the express wish of my employers that you be kept out of the way until after the raceâ€
“Well,†I snorted indignantly “if you’re not going to help, I’ll just have to get free on my ownâ€
“Be my guest. But I should warn you, I tied them pretty tightâ€
“Hmph! Well, we’ll just see about that!†I said boastfully.
After all, how hard could it possibly be I wondered,..
Gritting my teeth I wriggled myself into a straighter position and pressed my wrists hard into the rough brick work. In the Nancy Drew novels she always managed to saw through her bonds by rubbing them against a jagged edge. Well, I quickly discovered how hard this was. After rubbing my wrists red raw I quickly abandoned this venture.
“Are you finished?†He said gloating
Boo! He wasn’t like Hugh Grant from the movies at all.
He was like the Hugh Grant from real life.
“Go boil your head!†I replied, rather petulantly.
For a while we sat in contemplative silence.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this sort of thing?†I said, changing tact.
“How do you mean?â€
“Well I’m sure you have better things to do with your time than watch me all afternoonâ€
“Well, it’s part of the job isn’t it?!†He replied
“Yes, I see that, but still it must be frustrating being stuck here guarding me while your colleagues are off having all kinds of fun without you,..â€
“Well, now that you mention it, this isn’t the first time this has happened,..â€
“No?†I prompted gently
“No. I’m always being left out!â€
I found myself agreeing that this was all very sad.
“But what’s the alternative?â€
“Why, industrial action of courseâ€
“You want me to go on strike?â€
“Precisely. Withdraw your labour. Tell them you’re tired of being taken for granted, that you’re not prepared to be their stooge - their patsy any more!â€
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea. I might lose my job?†He said, sounding suddenly horrified
“Not necessarily,..†I said, feeling the moment slipping away
“Look, I appreciate you taking an interest in my career, I really do, but if you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay as I am, the hours are good and we get five weeks paid vacation every year,..â€
“Yes but,..†I spluttered
“And my daughter needs new braces,..â€
“I see that but-â€
“Sorry, but my minds made up†And with that he produced a bright yellow bandanna from his back pocket.
I told him I understood.
“No hard feelings?†He said pulling the gag tight between his fists
“None at all†I assured him magnanimously
“That’s very magnamous of you
“Well, all things considered, I am really pretty great†I said with a grin
He smiled back at me as I opened my mouth allowing him to tie the scarf firmly between my teeth forcing me to bite down on it.
“But thanks for taking an interest. Most people just ignore me!â€
“Dhn't mmntnhn Hmt!â€
‘That’s strange’ I thought to myself absentmindedly, I didn’t recall bedding down in a stable last night.
Dimly recalling an old adage about the early worm catching the bird I resolved to get up but found, to my considerable surprise and alarm that my legs were reacting rather strangely.
Of course this wasn’t entirely without precedent, I was notoriously clumsy and it was a matter of public record that my left foot rarely let my right foot know what it was planning.
But this felt different.
It was almost as though my legs were stuck somehow.
Peering down the length of my black school trousers I could just about make out a length of coarse leather bound tightly around my ankles.
“Curiouser and curiouser†I thought to myself as I discovered that my wrists were similarly restrained behind my back.
Just then an anxious, weather beaten face with cut glass cheekbones peered down at me from over the nearest stall.
“Are you okay down there Miss?†asked the, admittedly rather pretty young stable boy.
He could have been no more than 20 and stripped to the waist he looked like the bashful hero in a Jane Austin novel.
“Well, I was a little tied up, but I’m feeling much better now,..†I said in a bright and cheery manner that rather belied my situation.
“Oh, that is a relief. I was getting worried when you didn’t wake upâ€
“Aww, how kind. But don’t worry this kind of thing happens to me all the timeâ€
“Really?†He asked, sounding delightfully bemused “You mean you’ve been kidnapped before?â€
I nodded. “Oh yes, this is rather par of the course for me - I’m a journalistâ€
“But you’re a school girl?!†He said, noticing my green and yellow uniform.
“Well, I may only be writing for the College paper now, but mark my words, I'll be working for the Herald Tribune as soon as I graduate!â€
“Oh, I believe you. I’m sure you’re an excellent journalistâ€
I flashed him one of my very best smiles. The one I usually reserve for charming Hugh Grant types who cut me loose from my bindings.
“That’s kind of you to say, I’ll be sure to send you a copy of my story when I’m done. Speaking of which,..†I said wiggling my legs into a bent position, presenting the leather thongs for cutting.
“Actually, I think it might be better if you stayed as you are for the time being†He replied firmly
“Wait, You tied me up?â€
“Apologies Miss, it was the express wish of my employers that you be kept out of the way until after the raceâ€
“Well,†I snorted indignantly “if you’re not going to help, I’ll just have to get free on my ownâ€
“Be my guest. But I should warn you, I tied them pretty tightâ€
“Hmph! Well, we’ll just see about that!†I said boastfully.
After all, how hard could it possibly be I wondered,..
Gritting my teeth I wriggled myself into a straighter position and pressed my wrists hard into the rough brick work. In the Nancy Drew novels she always managed to saw through her bonds by rubbing them against a jagged edge. Well, I quickly discovered how hard this was. After rubbing my wrists red raw I quickly abandoned this venture.
“Are you finished?†He said gloating
Boo! He wasn’t like Hugh Grant from the movies at all.
He was like the Hugh Grant from real life.
“Go boil your head!†I replied, rather petulantly.
For a while we sat in contemplative silence.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this sort of thing?†I said, changing tact.
“How do you mean?â€
“Well I’m sure you have better things to do with your time than watch me all afternoonâ€
“Well, it’s part of the job isn’t it?!†He replied
“Yes, I see that, but still it must be frustrating being stuck here guarding me while your colleagues are off having all kinds of fun without you,..â€
“Well, now that you mention it, this isn’t the first time this has happened,..â€
“No?†I prompted gently
“No. I’m always being left out!â€
I found myself agreeing that this was all very sad.
“But what’s the alternative?â€
“Why, industrial action of courseâ€
“You want me to go on strike?â€
“Precisely. Withdraw your labour. Tell them you’re tired of being taken for granted, that you’re not prepared to be their stooge - their patsy any more!â€
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea. I might lose my job?†He said, sounding suddenly horrified
“Not necessarily,..†I said, feeling the moment slipping away
“Look, I appreciate you taking an interest in my career, I really do, but if you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay as I am, the hours are good and we get five weeks paid vacation every year,..â€
“Yes but,..†I spluttered
“And my daughter needs new braces,..â€
“I see that but-â€
“Sorry, but my minds made up†And with that he produced a bright yellow bandanna from his back pocket.
I told him I understood.
“No hard feelings?†He said pulling the gag tight between his fists
“None at all†I assured him magnanimously
“That’s very magnamous of you
“Well, all things considered, I am really pretty great†I said with a grin
He smiled back at me as I opened my mouth allowing him to tie the scarf firmly between my teeth forcing me to bite down on it.
“But thanks for taking an interest. Most people just ignore me!â€
“Dhn't mmntnhn Hmt!â€