Chapter 41. Ollie’s Mom
Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2018 10:30 pm
Chapter 41. Ollie’s Mom
Ollie trembled like a leaf. Moaning came from beneath his gag that could only be translated as "No" repeated over and over. His reaction provoked a stab of fear, what did he expect her to do? Obviously something awful.
"Jack, is that you? Oh dear..." She stepped into view, and I could not reconcile the woman before me with the vague memories I possessed from the scattered times I had seen her in the past. She wore a sports bra and leggings in a pale blue color as if she had just returned from the gym. My memory said that Ollie's Mom was a little overweight and wore looser clothing to disguise this fact. This woman possessed a chest that would challenge any man's ability to focus and a curvy figure to match. I tried to compress the frumpiness of the her previous figure into the breasts and hips of this woman standing before me and failed utterly. Obviously the divorce had been a positive force in this woman's life.
She stepped back and walked around the pole several times. Ollie's trembling body slowly settled down. With a flip of her hair which was pulled into a high ponytail she stepped quickly toward the stairs. "Don't go anywhere I will be right back."
That joke was getting really old.
A few minutes later she returned carrying a camera. "I'm sorry Ollie, I just have to record this. You know for future blackmail." She laughed and tousled her son's hair. "Just kidding, but still..."
She held a traditional looking camera instead of a cell phone so I had some hope she would be able to keep the video off the internet if that was her intention. She slowly walked around us with the lens pointed in our direction. "There we go, only a couple minutes of video."
She set down the camera and approached us. "Now how should I start getting the two of you unglued? Damn those girls have some serious rope skills." She picked at the knots and cut the zip ties holding our necks to the pole. After several long minutes we were lying on the floor with our hands still connected to our feet but at least we no longer touched body to body The rope which connected my hands and ankles fell away followed shortly the bonds holding my ankles together. Ollie’s Mom pulled me to my feet.
It was the first time I really observed Ollie's clothing. We were bound so tightly I could see nothing but his face and one shoulder. The silver heels and nude tights he wore appeared to be the exact outfit that Kristy had first revealed many hours ago. Ollie kept his face down not looking at anything but the cushion upon which he now rested obviously aware of his humiliating costume.
Standing with the heels I towered over Ollie's Mom by at least six inches. She was not likely more than an inch or two past five feet tall. "There, is that better?" She said to her son as she knelt down next to him.
Ollie nodded.
"I'm sorry I can't release you yet. I want to speak with Jack in private so you'll need to hang out just a little longer." She used one of the discarded ropes and attached his ankles to the bottom of the pole preventing him from moving more than a few inches. A stab of concern shot through me as Ollie jerked his wrapped hands in obvious irritation. He growled through the gag at his Mom.
"Sorry, I'll text Kristy in a few minutes to sort you out."
I was a bit shocked at this turn of events and stared wide-eyed at this woman whom I’d only knew to be Ollie’s Mom, which in my mind meant a loving and nurturing woman much like my own mother. She stood and looked into my eyes. A mischievous smile crinkled the corners of her lips. "Alright Jack, go on upstairs please. I'll be right behind you."
I looked at Ollie for a long moment.
"Don't worry, we aren't leaving the house. He'll be fine."
I moved toward the door and after the second step I felt a hand rest on my butt. I looked back to see Ollie's Mom smiling at me. "I don't know how you and my son ended up in such interesting outfits but I'll be damned if I'm not going to enjoy the show a bit. Besides I doubt you're accustomed to such high heels and I don't want you falling and breaking something. Wouldn't that be a story in the emergency room."
I accepted the excuse but her fingers seemed to roam around my ass a bit more than strictly necessary. As I crested the top of the stairs she stepped around me and looked me from my eyes to feet. "I stand corrected, you have obviously spent some time in heels. How fascinating. Follow me please, just one more flight of stairs to my bedroom."
I froze in place.
Ollie's Mom stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "What? Come along?"
I shook my head.
Wrinkles of amusement appeared between the blue eyes of the older woman who had the body of someone ten year her junior. "Oh, you think I'm taking you to my bedroom, emphasis on the bed part?"
I nodded.
"Look I think I know a bit of why Polly and Kristy did this to you two, and I would like to change out of my workout clothes. Unless you like looking at me in this?" She slipped her thumbs under the straps of her bra and tugged. Her impressive chest wobbled in a most intriguing way. She smiled as my eyes got wider.
I followed her toward the stairs and this time she went first allowing me a close and personal view of her shapely posterior barely contained within the blue spandex of her leggings. "Fair is fair I suppose." She smiled at me over one shoulder.
We entered her room which was neat and decorated simply with abstract art and flowing curtains around a large window overlooking the front yard of the house. "Have a seat." She pointed to a large chair in the corner next to a lamp and small table littered with books that appeared to be mostly romance novels interspersed with fashion magazines. She disappeared into her closet and returned minutes later in a black sun dress that probably revealed more of her body then the workout clothing.
She walked over to me and began to unwrap the tape that now felt like it had become part of my skin. Her efforts caused her deep cleavage to come within inches of my nose. I suppose any close contact would end up displaying that part of her body. I doubted there were any clothes in existence that could make them any less noticeable. What it must feel like to have that effect on the opposite sex just by existing? It would be a constant irritation.
The tape pulled free and I tried to dislodge the panties from my mouth, but a stiff jaw and parched tongue proved more than a match for my meager efforts. Delicate fingers tugged the wad of silk free and tossed them to the floor, she then offered water from a glass on her nightstand that tasted like it had been there since the previous evening. It was as ambrosia to my parched lips. "Thank you." I said after several swallows.
"Such a sweet boy."
"Sweet enough to be let loose?" I asked. A nearby mirror reflected my feminine attire as I sat on the edge of the chair. The heels forced me to keep my knees together and I looked like a young androgyne.
"No, I think you better stay bound. I have heard of your exploits and despite your delicate appearance the tales say you may be dangerous."
"Ma'am I assure you the stories are exaggerated." I answered with a snort.
"Heavens above, do not call me ma'am."
"Mrs. Evans?"
"Nope, that's my Mom. My friends call me Mary, you can call me Maria."
Requiring the more formal name was puzzling, perhaps she did not want us to be friends. "Alright Maria, I don't know what stories you've heard..."
"Let's see…” She tapped her red lacquered finger against her lips. “You saved Polly and Lisa from her estranged husband when he was drunk and violent, and Kate (Kristy's Mom) mentioned you somehow convinced a gunman to leave the spa where she is a client. That's just two." Maria took a deep breath which once against shifted the compressed skin beneath her dress in interesting ways. "There is also the simple fact that you are so goddamn sexy."
My mouth fell open in shock. “No...that’s not...I don’t...”
"Seriously?" Maria said. "Every woman I know gets stiff nipples at the mention of your name."
I looked away and felt blood flush to my face. Moments later Maria's cool hands brush my cheeks. "That. Right there. My god boy, you are like chocolate covered cherries dripping with sex and honey and you don't even know it."
I looked toward her and shivered. Her eyes blazed with undisguised lust and I would not be able to stop her from taking what she so obviously wanted. "Look Maria, Polly..." My voice trembled.
She closed her eyes, hugged her shoulders, and stepped back. "I'm sorry, it's just you've been the protagonist of my own personal romance novel ever since my husband left."
"I don't know what to say. Other women have..."
"Oh I know, Lisa's friend Selena, right?" Maria interrupted. "She got to take a nice juicy bite out of you didn't she?"
I shook my head as anger started to replace the embarrassment. "I did not realize my personal exploits were such public knowledge." I said softly
"Now don't get angry. What do you think we Mom's talk about all the time?” Maria stood up and flared out the skirt of her dress so that it covered her legs a bit more. “Look I did not bring you up here to banter. I think I owe you an explanation, at least about what happened today. A week ago or so, Kristy was over and Ollie fell asleep during a movie. Kristy and I started talking and unsurprisingly you and Polly came up."
"Unsurprisingly?" I interjected.
"Come on Jack, if it wasn't for you, Oliver would never have asked Kristy out, and more importantly he would not have started listening to her, or respecting her. I watched the change in him myself. One day he was playing around like some kind of gigolo and the next he adored Kristy like she was the most important human on earth. Hell even I was kind of jealous."
"I still don't see..." I began.
"Shh. I'm getting there." Maria played with the hem of her dress. "I asked him about his apparent attitude change. He just shrugged and said it was something you had said to him, I figured it was more likely that you and Polly were so in love."
I remembered the brief conversation in the hall, I never realized it made such an impact. See Chapter 20
"It was more than just your words Jack." Maria continued as if reading my mind. "He saw how you acted, what you did for Polly. I'll never forget the day Becca came home with her heart all pitter-patter over you."
"Becca? What?" I said trying to halt the ping-pong of revelations dancing around my skull.
"Yeah something about you standing up to a couple of bullies, I don't know all the details."
"Oh, yeah that was the day I..." I paused searching for the words. "Ended up in the hospital."
"Wow that was a crazy day." Maria said.
I nodded letting the memory sweep through me. "Ok, so what does all of that have to do with this?" I looked down over my body.
"Well like I said, Kristy and I were discussing you and I let slip how cute I thought you were."
I scrunched up my face in confusion. "You told Kristy I was cute and she decides to tie me to Ollie like some kind of Christmas turkey?"
Maria shrugged. "Well I may have said something a bit more descriptive than the word 'cute'."
I raised my eyebrows.
Maria sighed. "I told her I would love to have you tied to the foot of my bed all night." Maria blushed.
I swallowed and tried to push the image of myself hog tied to her bed out of my mind. "So Kristy talks Polly into helping her give you this," I looked down at myself, "...as a present?"
Maria shook herself and shrugged. "Maybe, that's my guess. You'll have to ask Polly."
"Well Ollie seemed really upset, he's not used to this. He was literally shaking when you walked downstairs."
Maria's face clouded over. "I think Kristy is using too many of Polly's ideas, too fast."
"I know the feeling, but I also had my Mom and Dad to talk about this stuff." I trailed off indicating with as much tact as possible that a conversation was overdue between herself and Ollie.
Maria stood and reached for her phone lying on the nightstand. "Speaking of that..." She ran her thumbs over the screen and held the phone to her ear.
"Hey Nancy, how's things?" Maria said.
"Fine. Fine." Maria said after listening to a voice I could not hear. "Your son Jack is here."
I closed my eyes dropping my chin to my chest. "Yes he's fine but he has found himself in a rather interesting situation." Maria said.
"Yeah it looks like Polly and Kristy dressed up our boys in some pretty cute leotards and tied them together in the basement for me to find." She held the phone up so I could hear Mom laughing.
Returning the phone to her ear she listened for several more seconds. "Just a moment I'll ask him." She lowered the phone to her shoulder and looked at me. "Did those girls leave you alone for long?"
I shook my head. "The last text you got from Ollie was actually Kristy using his phone."
Maria thought for a few moments and then nodded. "No they left just before I arrived, it looks like they were careful." She spoke into the phone. "Would you mind getting together and talking things over?" Maria said into the phone.
"Good, could you call Lisa and I'll call Kate, do you know Kate Collins, Kristy's Mom?" Maria asked into the phone.
"Ok great, let's meet at the Magic Bean, they serve great sandwiches, around 7 o'clock." Maria waited for an answer. "Ok see you then."
My ears would be burning tonight.
Maria set the phone down and looked at me. "Now what am I going to do with you?"
"I have a few suggestions." I said.
"Oh?" Maria arched an eyebrow in my direction and walked to a large chest of drawers along the opposite wall. "I'm listening."
"You could untie me, I'll borrow some clothes from Ollie, and..."
"I have a better idea." She pulled a shiny wad of red fabric from a drawer and walked over to me. "I'll give you a gift. Open your mouth."
"Maria, please..." I began but quick as a serpent Maria pushed the red panties into my mouth and worked them methodically between my lips. Her small hand covered my mouth as she pulled me to my feet. "Stand up please, and don't worry about those." She indicated the sodden mass of black silk that had previously served as my gag. "I'll be keeping them as a souvenir." She walked me into her bathroom where a roll of white tape normally reserved for bandages was wrapped around my face. "I'm sorry this tape doesn't match as well as what Polly used, but I didn't really have the same opportunity to plan."
She led me downstairs and into the living room where I was allowed to fall onto the couch. "Stay there, I'm going to check on Oliver." She was gone for a few minutes and returned holding my phone. She flipped through the applications before holding it to her ear. "Not Jack. This is Oliver's Mom." Maria said into the cell phone.
Maria listened and smiled. "Don't be nervous Polly, I'm not mad. Jack is here in the living room waiting for you. Kristy should come too but I think she should be aware that Ollie is not taking this whole adventure very well."
She listened for a few more seconds. "Ok, the front door is unlocked. Don't dawdle when you get here just take him home."
"No I'm not angry and I sort of appreciate what I think Kristy was trying to do but Ollie is going to be upset." Maria placed the cellphone in my lap where it slid between my legs she kissed me over my gagged lips and slid her fingers through my hair. "I'll deny everything I told you." She walked away.
A few minutes later Polly and Kristy entered. Kristy ignored me and moved quickly toward the basement door. Polly stepped into the living room now wearing her more typical Saturday attire of T-shirt and leggings. She had a nervous look on her face and pulled me to my feet. She tossed the long beige-colored trench coat she had worn earlier over my shoulders and tied the belt in front while putting the empty coat sleeves into the pockets. "Come on, let's go."
I pulled away and shook my head trying to make her understand that I would not be going outside dressed in a leotard, tights, and heels with taped wrapped around my face no matter how long of a coat I wore, it just made me look like a perverted flasher.
"Listen Jack, I will make this up to you later and my car is right outside in the driveway. Just a few steps."
I growled through the gag but if I tried to resist too long Ollie's Mom could return and likely force me into the car anyway.
"I'll take your gag off when you get in the car. I promise."
I nodded and as quick as the treacherous heels would allow I walked to Polly's car. She helped me into the passenger's seat and buckled my seatbelt before walking around the car to get behind the wheel. Luckily a light rain had started to fall so no one was out and about and the rain on the windshield would further obscure my predicament from other eyes.
"I've got a bottle of water here, just let me get that gag off. I guess Ollie's Mom took off the first one?"
I nodded while Polly picked at the tape encircling my head. "I told Kristy what Ollie's Mom said and she got real upset. I think she expected it to be a big laugh." The tape came off taking a bit of my hair with it and Polly pulled the red panties from my mouth. "I guess there is a story here." Polly said with the wet silk dangling from her index finger.
She held the water to my lips and I drank deeply before answering. "You can't get irritated with what happens to the gift you leave wrapped up for someone else."
Polly laughed. "I suppose that's true, what happened to my panties?"
"Maria kept them. As as souvenir she said."
"Maria huh?"
"She didn't like ma'am or Mrs. Evans."
Polly smiled and shook her head. "I'm taking you home before she tries to keep you. We'll come back for your car later. Do you think Ollie is ok?"
"Eventually, we sort of talked things over before you two vixens showed up. He is just not used to all this." I looked down over my body. “What possessed you to tie us together like that? It should be obvious that we aren’t exactly touchy-feely with other guys.”
“Kristy’s idea mostly, I just helped her with the implementation.” Polly said.
“So you suggested the whole lesbian kiss to get our hands tied?” I asked.
Polly grinned. “Worked like a charm.”
“I haven’t seen you wear these leotards before.”
“They are some old ones I had. You can keep it.” Polly smiled.
“I wonder how Ollie’s doing, he seemed to really hate the leotard.”
Polly's hand slipped inside the coat and began to slide between my thighs. My rolled back into my head. "How is it that he doesn't like this?" Polly pulled her hand back with a smile.
"Roller coasters are scary if it's your first time." I answered.
"So wise and so deliciously cute." Polly said while shifting the car into reverse to back out of the driveway.
"Did you know Maria setup a meeting at 7:00 with your Mom, my Mom, and Kristy's Mom." I asked after we were halfway home.
"Oh yeah?" Polly said checking her mirror.
"Which means..." I began.
"The house will be empty. And you're already tied up." Polly's eyes seemed to glow with green fire and her smile was as bright as the lightning flashing outside.
“You get to make it all up to me.” I smiled.
“My pleasure.”
Ollie trembled like a leaf. Moaning came from beneath his gag that could only be translated as "No" repeated over and over. His reaction provoked a stab of fear, what did he expect her to do? Obviously something awful.
"Jack, is that you? Oh dear..." She stepped into view, and I could not reconcile the woman before me with the vague memories I possessed from the scattered times I had seen her in the past. She wore a sports bra and leggings in a pale blue color as if she had just returned from the gym. My memory said that Ollie's Mom was a little overweight and wore looser clothing to disguise this fact. This woman possessed a chest that would challenge any man's ability to focus and a curvy figure to match. I tried to compress the frumpiness of the her previous figure into the breasts and hips of this woman standing before me and failed utterly. Obviously the divorce had been a positive force in this woman's life.
She stepped back and walked around the pole several times. Ollie's trembling body slowly settled down. With a flip of her hair which was pulled into a high ponytail she stepped quickly toward the stairs. "Don't go anywhere I will be right back."
That joke was getting really old.
A few minutes later she returned carrying a camera. "I'm sorry Ollie, I just have to record this. You know for future blackmail." She laughed and tousled her son's hair. "Just kidding, but still..."
She held a traditional looking camera instead of a cell phone so I had some hope she would be able to keep the video off the internet if that was her intention. She slowly walked around us with the lens pointed in our direction. "There we go, only a couple minutes of video."
She set down the camera and approached us. "Now how should I start getting the two of you unglued? Damn those girls have some serious rope skills." She picked at the knots and cut the zip ties holding our necks to the pole. After several long minutes we were lying on the floor with our hands still connected to our feet but at least we no longer touched body to body The rope which connected my hands and ankles fell away followed shortly the bonds holding my ankles together. Ollie’s Mom pulled me to my feet.
It was the first time I really observed Ollie's clothing. We were bound so tightly I could see nothing but his face and one shoulder. The silver heels and nude tights he wore appeared to be the exact outfit that Kristy had first revealed many hours ago. Ollie kept his face down not looking at anything but the cushion upon which he now rested obviously aware of his humiliating costume.
Standing with the heels I towered over Ollie's Mom by at least six inches. She was not likely more than an inch or two past five feet tall. "There, is that better?" She said to her son as she knelt down next to him.
Ollie nodded.
"I'm sorry I can't release you yet. I want to speak with Jack in private so you'll need to hang out just a little longer." She used one of the discarded ropes and attached his ankles to the bottom of the pole preventing him from moving more than a few inches. A stab of concern shot through me as Ollie jerked his wrapped hands in obvious irritation. He growled through the gag at his Mom.
"Sorry, I'll text Kristy in a few minutes to sort you out."
I was a bit shocked at this turn of events and stared wide-eyed at this woman whom I’d only knew to be Ollie’s Mom, which in my mind meant a loving and nurturing woman much like my own mother. She stood and looked into my eyes. A mischievous smile crinkled the corners of her lips. "Alright Jack, go on upstairs please. I'll be right behind you."
I looked at Ollie for a long moment.
"Don't worry, we aren't leaving the house. He'll be fine."
I moved toward the door and after the second step I felt a hand rest on my butt. I looked back to see Ollie's Mom smiling at me. "I don't know how you and my son ended up in such interesting outfits but I'll be damned if I'm not going to enjoy the show a bit. Besides I doubt you're accustomed to such high heels and I don't want you falling and breaking something. Wouldn't that be a story in the emergency room."
I accepted the excuse but her fingers seemed to roam around my ass a bit more than strictly necessary. As I crested the top of the stairs she stepped around me and looked me from my eyes to feet. "I stand corrected, you have obviously spent some time in heels. How fascinating. Follow me please, just one more flight of stairs to my bedroom."
I froze in place.
Ollie's Mom stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "What? Come along?"
I shook my head.
Wrinkles of amusement appeared between the blue eyes of the older woman who had the body of someone ten year her junior. "Oh, you think I'm taking you to my bedroom, emphasis on the bed part?"
I nodded.
"Look I think I know a bit of why Polly and Kristy did this to you two, and I would like to change out of my workout clothes. Unless you like looking at me in this?" She slipped her thumbs under the straps of her bra and tugged. Her impressive chest wobbled in a most intriguing way. She smiled as my eyes got wider.
I followed her toward the stairs and this time she went first allowing me a close and personal view of her shapely posterior barely contained within the blue spandex of her leggings. "Fair is fair I suppose." She smiled at me over one shoulder.
We entered her room which was neat and decorated simply with abstract art and flowing curtains around a large window overlooking the front yard of the house. "Have a seat." She pointed to a large chair in the corner next to a lamp and small table littered with books that appeared to be mostly romance novels interspersed with fashion magazines. She disappeared into her closet and returned minutes later in a black sun dress that probably revealed more of her body then the workout clothing.
She walked over to me and began to unwrap the tape that now felt like it had become part of my skin. Her efforts caused her deep cleavage to come within inches of my nose. I suppose any close contact would end up displaying that part of her body. I doubted there were any clothes in existence that could make them any less noticeable. What it must feel like to have that effect on the opposite sex just by existing? It would be a constant irritation.
The tape pulled free and I tried to dislodge the panties from my mouth, but a stiff jaw and parched tongue proved more than a match for my meager efforts. Delicate fingers tugged the wad of silk free and tossed them to the floor, she then offered water from a glass on her nightstand that tasted like it had been there since the previous evening. It was as ambrosia to my parched lips. "Thank you." I said after several swallows.
"Such a sweet boy."
"Sweet enough to be let loose?" I asked. A nearby mirror reflected my feminine attire as I sat on the edge of the chair. The heels forced me to keep my knees together and I looked like a young androgyne.
"No, I think you better stay bound. I have heard of your exploits and despite your delicate appearance the tales say you may be dangerous."
"Ma'am I assure you the stories are exaggerated." I answered with a snort.
"Heavens above, do not call me ma'am."
"Mrs. Evans?"
"Nope, that's my Mom. My friends call me Mary, you can call me Maria."
Requiring the more formal name was puzzling, perhaps she did not want us to be friends. "Alright Maria, I don't know what stories you've heard..."
"Let's see…” She tapped her red lacquered finger against her lips. “You saved Polly and Lisa from her estranged husband when he was drunk and violent, and Kate (Kristy's Mom) mentioned you somehow convinced a gunman to leave the spa where she is a client. That's just two." Maria took a deep breath which once against shifted the compressed skin beneath her dress in interesting ways. "There is also the simple fact that you are so goddamn sexy."
My mouth fell open in shock. “No...that’s not...I don’t...”
"Seriously?" Maria said. "Every woman I know gets stiff nipples at the mention of your name."
I looked away and felt blood flush to my face. Moments later Maria's cool hands brush my cheeks. "That. Right there. My god boy, you are like chocolate covered cherries dripping with sex and honey and you don't even know it."
I looked toward her and shivered. Her eyes blazed with undisguised lust and I would not be able to stop her from taking what she so obviously wanted. "Look Maria, Polly..." My voice trembled.
She closed her eyes, hugged her shoulders, and stepped back. "I'm sorry, it's just you've been the protagonist of my own personal romance novel ever since my husband left."
"I don't know what to say. Other women have..."
"Oh I know, Lisa's friend Selena, right?" Maria interrupted. "She got to take a nice juicy bite out of you didn't she?"
I shook my head as anger started to replace the embarrassment. "I did not realize my personal exploits were such public knowledge." I said softly
"Now don't get angry. What do you think we Mom's talk about all the time?” Maria stood up and flared out the skirt of her dress so that it covered her legs a bit more. “Look I did not bring you up here to banter. I think I owe you an explanation, at least about what happened today. A week ago or so, Kristy was over and Ollie fell asleep during a movie. Kristy and I started talking and unsurprisingly you and Polly came up."
"Unsurprisingly?" I interjected.
"Come on Jack, if it wasn't for you, Oliver would never have asked Kristy out, and more importantly he would not have started listening to her, or respecting her. I watched the change in him myself. One day he was playing around like some kind of gigolo and the next he adored Kristy like she was the most important human on earth. Hell even I was kind of jealous."
"I still don't see..." I began.
"Shh. I'm getting there." Maria played with the hem of her dress. "I asked him about his apparent attitude change. He just shrugged and said it was something you had said to him, I figured it was more likely that you and Polly were so in love."
I remembered the brief conversation in the hall, I never realized it made such an impact. See Chapter 20
"It was more than just your words Jack." Maria continued as if reading my mind. "He saw how you acted, what you did for Polly. I'll never forget the day Becca came home with her heart all pitter-patter over you."
"Becca? What?" I said trying to halt the ping-pong of revelations dancing around my skull.
"Yeah something about you standing up to a couple of bullies, I don't know all the details."
"Oh, yeah that was the day I..." I paused searching for the words. "Ended up in the hospital."
"Wow that was a crazy day." Maria said.
I nodded letting the memory sweep through me. "Ok, so what does all of that have to do with this?" I looked down over my body.
"Well like I said, Kristy and I were discussing you and I let slip how cute I thought you were."
I scrunched up my face in confusion. "You told Kristy I was cute and she decides to tie me to Ollie like some kind of Christmas turkey?"
Maria shrugged. "Well I may have said something a bit more descriptive than the word 'cute'."
I raised my eyebrows.
Maria sighed. "I told her I would love to have you tied to the foot of my bed all night." Maria blushed.
I swallowed and tried to push the image of myself hog tied to her bed out of my mind. "So Kristy talks Polly into helping her give you this," I looked down at myself, "...as a present?"
Maria shook herself and shrugged. "Maybe, that's my guess. You'll have to ask Polly."
"Well Ollie seemed really upset, he's not used to this. He was literally shaking when you walked downstairs."
Maria's face clouded over. "I think Kristy is using too many of Polly's ideas, too fast."
"I know the feeling, but I also had my Mom and Dad to talk about this stuff." I trailed off indicating with as much tact as possible that a conversation was overdue between herself and Ollie.
Maria stood and reached for her phone lying on the nightstand. "Speaking of that..." She ran her thumbs over the screen and held the phone to her ear.
"Hey Nancy, how's things?" Maria said.
"Fine. Fine." Maria said after listening to a voice I could not hear. "Your son Jack is here."
I closed my eyes dropping my chin to my chest. "Yes he's fine but he has found himself in a rather interesting situation." Maria said.
"Yeah it looks like Polly and Kristy dressed up our boys in some pretty cute leotards and tied them together in the basement for me to find." She held the phone up so I could hear Mom laughing.
Returning the phone to her ear she listened for several more seconds. "Just a moment I'll ask him." She lowered the phone to her shoulder and looked at me. "Did those girls leave you alone for long?"
I shook my head. "The last text you got from Ollie was actually Kristy using his phone."
Maria thought for a few moments and then nodded. "No they left just before I arrived, it looks like they were careful." She spoke into the phone. "Would you mind getting together and talking things over?" Maria said into the phone.
"Good, could you call Lisa and I'll call Kate, do you know Kate Collins, Kristy's Mom?" Maria asked into the phone.
"Ok great, let's meet at the Magic Bean, they serve great sandwiches, around 7 o'clock." Maria waited for an answer. "Ok see you then."
My ears would be burning tonight.
Maria set the phone down and looked at me. "Now what am I going to do with you?"
"I have a few suggestions." I said.
"Oh?" Maria arched an eyebrow in my direction and walked to a large chest of drawers along the opposite wall. "I'm listening."
"You could untie me, I'll borrow some clothes from Ollie, and..."
"I have a better idea." She pulled a shiny wad of red fabric from a drawer and walked over to me. "I'll give you a gift. Open your mouth."
"Maria, please..." I began but quick as a serpent Maria pushed the red panties into my mouth and worked them methodically between my lips. Her small hand covered my mouth as she pulled me to my feet. "Stand up please, and don't worry about those." She indicated the sodden mass of black silk that had previously served as my gag. "I'll be keeping them as a souvenir." She walked me into her bathroom where a roll of white tape normally reserved for bandages was wrapped around my face. "I'm sorry this tape doesn't match as well as what Polly used, but I didn't really have the same opportunity to plan."
She led me downstairs and into the living room where I was allowed to fall onto the couch. "Stay there, I'm going to check on Oliver." She was gone for a few minutes and returned holding my phone. She flipped through the applications before holding it to her ear. "Not Jack. This is Oliver's Mom." Maria said into the cell phone.
Maria listened and smiled. "Don't be nervous Polly, I'm not mad. Jack is here in the living room waiting for you. Kristy should come too but I think she should be aware that Ollie is not taking this whole adventure very well."
She listened for a few more seconds. "Ok, the front door is unlocked. Don't dawdle when you get here just take him home."
"No I'm not angry and I sort of appreciate what I think Kristy was trying to do but Ollie is going to be upset." Maria placed the cellphone in my lap where it slid between my legs she kissed me over my gagged lips and slid her fingers through my hair. "I'll deny everything I told you." She walked away.
A few minutes later Polly and Kristy entered. Kristy ignored me and moved quickly toward the basement door. Polly stepped into the living room now wearing her more typical Saturday attire of T-shirt and leggings. She had a nervous look on her face and pulled me to my feet. She tossed the long beige-colored trench coat she had worn earlier over my shoulders and tied the belt in front while putting the empty coat sleeves into the pockets. "Come on, let's go."
I pulled away and shook my head trying to make her understand that I would not be going outside dressed in a leotard, tights, and heels with taped wrapped around my face no matter how long of a coat I wore, it just made me look like a perverted flasher.
"Listen Jack, I will make this up to you later and my car is right outside in the driveway. Just a few steps."
I growled through the gag but if I tried to resist too long Ollie's Mom could return and likely force me into the car anyway.
"I'll take your gag off when you get in the car. I promise."
I nodded and as quick as the treacherous heels would allow I walked to Polly's car. She helped me into the passenger's seat and buckled my seatbelt before walking around the car to get behind the wheel. Luckily a light rain had started to fall so no one was out and about and the rain on the windshield would further obscure my predicament from other eyes.
"I've got a bottle of water here, just let me get that gag off. I guess Ollie's Mom took off the first one?"
I nodded while Polly picked at the tape encircling my head. "I told Kristy what Ollie's Mom said and she got real upset. I think she expected it to be a big laugh." The tape came off taking a bit of my hair with it and Polly pulled the red panties from my mouth. "I guess there is a story here." Polly said with the wet silk dangling from her index finger.
She held the water to my lips and I drank deeply before answering. "You can't get irritated with what happens to the gift you leave wrapped up for someone else."
Polly laughed. "I suppose that's true, what happened to my panties?"
"Maria kept them. As as souvenir she said."
"Maria huh?"
"She didn't like ma'am or Mrs. Evans."
Polly smiled and shook her head. "I'm taking you home before she tries to keep you. We'll come back for your car later. Do you think Ollie is ok?"
"Eventually, we sort of talked things over before you two vixens showed up. He is just not used to all this." I looked down over my body. “What possessed you to tie us together like that? It should be obvious that we aren’t exactly touchy-feely with other guys.”
“Kristy’s idea mostly, I just helped her with the implementation.” Polly said.
“So you suggested the whole lesbian kiss to get our hands tied?” I asked.
Polly grinned. “Worked like a charm.”
“I haven’t seen you wear these leotards before.”
“They are some old ones I had. You can keep it.” Polly smiled.
“I wonder how Ollie’s doing, he seemed to really hate the leotard.”
Polly's hand slipped inside the coat and began to slide between my thighs. My rolled back into my head. "How is it that he doesn't like this?" Polly pulled her hand back with a smile.
"Roller coasters are scary if it's your first time." I answered.
"So wise and so deliciously cute." Polly said while shifting the car into reverse to back out of the driveway.
"Did you know Maria setup a meeting at 7:00 with your Mom, my Mom, and Kristy's Mom." I asked after we were halfway home.
"Oh yeah?" Polly said checking her mirror.
"Which means..." I began.
"The house will be empty. And you're already tied up." Polly's eyes seemed to glow with green fire and her smile was as bright as the lightning flashing outside.
“You get to make it all up to me.” I smiled.
“My pleasure.”