04 - Settling The Score With Andrea
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By Jericho
Friday June 30th 2000 08:29:25
Well, this story follows my previous post (6/23). I'll probably branch off to other stories, but I wanted to wrap up any loose ends from the most recent tale before moving on.
When last we left things, Lori had been victimized by someone during the Mitchell's visit. I found that afternoon rather disturbing, and I probably wasn't a very good host or friend for the remainder of the day. For her part, Lori seemed to want to forget the incident, and was very reluctant to discuss it. Over the course of a couple weeks of prying and pushing our friendship, I got to the truth of what happened. I'll try to re-create her story and fill in what I figured out.
Lori had been semi-tied and fighting to get out while I was back and forth with company. She had progressed somewhat, and was trying to escape and sneak home without being discovered. Sometime after I had left her, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She froze, but the person came quietly around the stairs and pulled the curtain open. She heard the light came on, but remained blindfolded and unable to identify the person. She asked "Jer? Who's there?", but nobody answered her. Hands untied the rope cleave-gag and "shushed" her when she tried to ask a question. A whispered voice asked who had done this to her and why she was there. Lori lamely explained the game to the stranger and my role. There was a brief pause, then Lori was asked if she liked it. Lori said "I guess so. Why?"
She never got the question answered. She tried to follow up with a "Who are...mmmpphhh" as her rope cleave-gag was tightly re-tied around her head. Her mouth was forced open and the entire rope was wound between her teeth. The whispered voice replied "I'm not one to interfere in people's games, and since you like this, I'll help you out a bit." Lori felt her t-shirt pulled over her head and knotted tightly into a hood. She protested, but it was barely understandable the way she was gagged. She clawed for the buckles that her right hand could reach, but she couldn't free herself in the hands of this person.
Hands re-buckled her right hand in place, and checked the knots at her back. After examining her position, Lori heard "I don't see how... Oh, I get it!", and then her collar to ankle belt was re-secured, taughtly holding her in place. She groaned over the tightness and strain on her muscles, but she was patted on the head and heard a "Too bad. You shouldn't allow yourself to be tied up if you can't take it." The person backed out of the hideout and returned moments later with clothesline and tied her wrists together with a line that ran from thigh-to-thigh where they were belted down. Lori claimed she fought continuously during this assault, but after her hands were tied she stopped, feeling helpless and defeated.
Lori expected to be abandoned, but she felt hands touch her. She realized that her swimsuit, which I had untied, had drooped significantly and she was showing a little too much skin. The voice commented, "You even let him see these, huh? Tramp!", and prying fingers pulled down her top. Lori shook her head, murmuring "No!" into the gag. Lori claimed her nipples were briefly pinched and then her top was tied around her neck. The voice responded, "I'm going to leave now. No more games with Jer. And you better hope I never find you tied up like this again." That was it.
I spent some time trying to figure it out, and concluded it had to be Andrea, or one of her brothers, Matt and Joe. Between the memory of Andy's smile and some comments Lori made, I figured it had to be Andy, but I didn't understand what she did. The behavior sounded more like her brothers, or what I would have done if I found a girl tied up! I thought she would have freed her or something, maybe blackmailed me. But I guess I didn't understand jealousy at the time. I would be ready for Andy during our next visit.
A few weeks past, and the Mitchells came over on a Saturday. We spent a great day together, and I didn't let on that I knew anything about what happened. When evening came, everybody was watching TV and I invited Andy out to the pool for a post-dinner swim. She agreed, and we walked out to the deck by the pool. I talked blandly about their last visit, and mentioned, "So, what did you think about Lori?", thinking to shock her. I didn't. She paused, then said, "The girl you had tied up? She's OK. But I don't think she's your type." I was floored. She admitted it.
We talked for some time, and I tried to get some reasoning out of her for what happened. She wouldn't admit it, but it became obvious she was jealous of my attentions to Lori, and at the same time, disgusted with her weakness to allow herself to be tied and unable to escape. I was sure Andy's two older brothers had played many games with her, and she was a tie-up veteran. I suggested that it was improper for her to have done what she did to Lori, and she agreed it probably was. I then followed it up that she should try it out for herself, if she was unimpressed with my technique. She replied that I would have to catch her first, and it wasn't that easy. I then chased her around the pool briefly, and couldn't get her, so we negotiated.
I reluctantly agreed to have a race with Andy to see who would tie up whom, 50 laps up and down the pool length. It was my only shot to tie her up that evening, and her family would eventually have to leave. She wore a black one-piece suit, and pulled her sandy-blond hair back into a ponytail. We started, and I managed to keep pace with her. We merited some attention from our families, but with our pace, they left us alone as night fell and we continued. I don't know how long it took, but we were both exhausted, and it was dark when we finished. I had beaten her, by one-half lap, and I was rather surprised I had done it. My form was probably lousy, and maybe some part of her wanted me to win.
She conceeded, and toweled off as we discussed where I wanted her. I thought it best to stay on the pool deck, as it was away from the house, and screened by big shrubs and trees. I had Andy sit on the pool deck, with her back to one of the fence post supports. It was a large piece of pressure-treated wood, with twin rails running out each side and a flat cap shelf on top. Andy looked at me as I pulled a bag out of the pool storage closet, and asked, "Are you gonna tie me up with those belts you used on Lori? Cause you better get used to disapointment; they won't hold me." I just smiled and pulled out several bundles of clothesline.
I had planned the tie for a week, and jumped into it. Once I made sure Andy's back was firmly against the post, I tied her ankles, knees and thighs tightly. I had learned the cinch-tie recently, and wrapped a good 6' of rope around each spot. Her legs weren't going anywhere, but Andy didn't complain. I then pulled another length out and ran it from her ankles to another post across from her and back, stretching her legs out in front of her.
I returned to her, and noticed she was surveying my handiwork with a free hand. I could tell she wasn't expecting this. I asked her to grab the lower rail with her hands on each side as I tied her middle to the post. I even got her to shift enough that I could run twin lengths of rope between her upper thighs on each side that followed the line of her suit up her thighs (not a crotchrope), pulling each leg around the post. I also coiled many feet around her waist and middle, tying it off in back. I left her chest alone, but I did keep an eye on her damp suit and how Andy had been developing. She didn't advertise it, but she really looked good.
She shrugged and asked about her hands. I smiled and blindfolded her with my t-shirt. I then gagged her with hers, cleave gagging her as I tied it behind her head. I then took her hands and lifted them over her head and behind her. With this 'reaching-back' pose, her hands were above her head and behind her. They just reached above the second rail and behind the post. I secured each one there individually, cinching the ropes on either side the post (at her wrists and elbows). I used so much rope I didn't bother with her elbows or arms at all.
I stepped back to look her over. As anticipated, lifting her arms also lifted Andy's bustline attractively. She didn't have Lori's breasts, but they must have been a respectable A-cup. Andy murmured "Are you done yet?" I had planned this part also. I knelt next to her, and reached behind her to pull her suit open. It seemed fitting after what she did to Lori. I had even considered walking over to Lori's after I had her tied to bring her over, but that plan was complicated with many areas that were dangerous. I slipped my hands over her back reaching for the catches.
I shamefully realized I had outdone myself again. In my haste to tie Andy, I hadn't realized which suit she had on. The black suit was a pull up; the only way the top was coming off was to cut it or pull it down by the arm/shoulder holes, and neither of which was an option. Andy chuckled as she figured out my dillema. I growled that I wasn't done and continued to tie her with the remaining rope (I had an awful lot). I looped lengths above and below her chest and knotted them off neatly behind her back. I then ungagged her and folded her shirt behind her head. I took a long length and tied a rope cleave-gag around her head and the post, and then around her neck and the post, effectively immobilizing her (I had gotten the idea from first-aid ties on a back-board).
Andy was silent, tied up with more rope than I had ever imagined, and it was only 9-9:30pm. We both knew she was beaten. I sat on her lap, daringly and briefly caressed each breast, then ran a several lengths over her chest, cris-crossing over each boob. I then got up and walked back to the house. She must have struggled for an hour or so, and got absolutely nowhere. I returned from time to time, and once dumped a five-gallon pail of pool water over her while she sat there. I eventually freed her (around 11pm) and I think she looked at me with new respect. Andy didn't protest anything I had done, but asked me to not tie up other girls. I agreed as long as she continued to play.
I had pretty much gotten her back for Lori, and found a new tie-up partner as well. Andy had a competitive streak that wouldn't be denied, but I think she wanted to be conquered now and again. Anyway, that's the story. Hope you liked it.
Jericho
USA
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Jericho's stories
- 01 - My First Bondage Memory (f/m)
- 02 - Getting Lori Back (m/f)
- 03 - Rainy Days With Lori (m/f)
- 04 - Settling The Score With Andrea (m/f)
- 05 - Eye-Opener Freshman Year (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 06 - Capture The Flag (mm/mf)
- 07 - Lifesaving 101 (m+/f)
- 08 - Mandy Loses the Escape Game (M/F) (in Adults archive)
- 09 - Friday Evening Playtime with Mandy (M/F) (in Adults archive)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section