B and B, You're never too old for footie pajamas. (MF/F) (chapter 2 added)
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2019 2:44 pm
I haven't posted anything here in quite a while. I got a promotion at work not long after I posted the last story I shared here. The money is great, but I am working 50 to 55 hours a week right now. So, I just haven't had much time to write. Likewise, the little time I have had has gone to posting stories on the other two sites. That being said, The story I am posting here isn't one of mine. I am using my account to host for another author. I know that doesn't happen often here. But, she has posted in this community before. At least before the older site went down.
She finally has gotten a little more free time in her life and wanted to share a story. But, she wanted to see how it would go over with the community here before she went through registering her own account. So, I figured she could just borrow mine. So, I am going to end my introduction here and turn the pen over to the one who got me into writing in the first place. Take it away Jennifer.
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Hi, it's been quite a while since I have posted anywhere. The time in my life where I had unlimited time share stories kind of fell off when I got married. I still am by the way and I have 2 kids. Both of whom are finally in school. I will leave that aspect of my personal life out of the picture for now. But, I have some free time and I thought maybe I would resume this old hobby and see how it goes. I remember when I posted my first story on Canuck's original site and all the support I got on the old board. This community has always been a place where I have shared my more relaxed tales of bondage growing up. There have been a good number of you who wanted to hear about my adult experiences. So, I am going to share one now and see how it goes. Thanks to Amy for letting me use her account to share this. If there is interest in my continuing to write here, I'll make my own account shortly.
"MMMPH", I winced a little as I felt the knot pull tight against my stomach.
"Too tight sister?" My captor asked.
I shook my head in response. My wrists were already bound criss-cross behind my back with a piece of rope about 15 feet in length. There was a second piece that was folded in half around the center of the tie. The end of it had been passed through the center allowing it to be drawn down again against the center of the binding. Afterward the lengths of that rope had been wrapped both waist around my midsection twice. Then it was being knotted off in front of me well away from where my hand could get at the knot. The purpose was to keep my bound wrists pinned against my lower back. Nothing elaborate, but extremely effective.
"All right, I am going to get your feet next then." The one binding me continued.
I sat on the edge of the davenport and watched as my captor took a knee. The second length of rope about the same as my hands started encircling my ankles. I didn't put up any resistance to the tie at all. I was too burnt out to even try. I really hadn't expected to find myself trussed up. In fact, that was probably would make the least sense given my current state of affairs. But, as I felt the coils draw tight as my captor cinched off the middle. I was really starting to realize just how much I needed this. With my ankles and wrists secured the next set of rope was applied just above my knees. It was just to take the leverage away from my ankles. The tie was performed in the same mannerism as it's predecessor.
"There, that should do it for now. You can lie down and try to relax a little if you want." The offer came from my binder.
"That's it?! You're not going to put her in a rope harness or add a hogtie cord?" He asked.
"No Buck I'm not, that isn't what she needs right now," Mary replied.
"Well, you should at least get a better gag. That bandanna isn't going to keep her quiet. She could probably work it loose in 20 minutes." Buck complained.
"You know not everybody I tie-up is for you to pleasure yourself while they squirm around. I know in that pig head of yours everything on earth only serves one purpose. But, I think Jennifer really needs this all things considered. Besides, she hasn't said a word since we put the gag in and I don't think she is going to try and dislodge it anyways." Mary followed.
"Then there's her outfit. I know some people have weird stuff they are into. But, I thought you said you don't play host to adult babies?" He commented.
"I normally don't it get too messy. But, that isn't what she's into anyways. Geeze not everyone is into the silk underwear or that hardcore leather stuff. Just keep an eye on her and let her relax. There is a lot on her plate." Mary commented looking over at her boyfriend.
Mary took hold of my right shoulder and helped to guide my body down into a laying position. I let my older sister guide me downward until I was reclined on the davenport. As short as I was I could lay all the way out with only a slight bend in my knees. There was a pillow on one side and my head came to rest against it. I shifted onto my side to keep the weight off my bound arms and stretched my legs out.
"There, that's not so bad now is it?" Mary asked looking at me. "Try to just relax a little and maybe grab a light nap if you can. Do you want a blanket?" She asked.
I nodded in response.
"All right, I'll be right back." She commented rising up from where she was standing.
I laid there on my side and tested the ropes. They weren't overly complicated, but they did their job. My hands were tied and anchored behind my back and my legs were at the very least disabled. It wasn't something I could get out of without a major struggle and I was too tired to put up the effort. I looked across the room and Buck. He was just sitting there in an easy chair watching me. I wasn't really in the mood to put on a show for him. He was a big guy nearly 6 and a half feet tall. Buck was quite muscular and build like an ox. He was 300 plus pounds and all of it was muscle. I don't know what Mary saw in the big dumb redneck, but there was something she liked about him.
I was dressed in some footed pajamas. A staple from my childhood. The sleeper was very identical to a special one some of you might remember from my college stories. It was the typical fleece once piece set with the built-in feet and a hood. The whole outfit was made out of sweatshirt fleece and the pajama feet had the little while vinal bottoms with toecaps and grippy stuff on them. However, inside of the pajamas, there was a second layer of material. They were lined top to bottom with flannel on the inside. So, they were a little fluffy, but they were quite warm and comfortable.
The pajamas were not the same ones as my previous story although they were an identical twin in terms of features. They were made by the same company and sized perfectly for me. The sleeper I had used in college was getting worn out and Mary had bought these as a birthday gift for me. But, given the state I had arrived in she decided to let me have them a little early. In addition to what I described above the pajamas also zipped in the back and had a snap tab over the zipper. This made them hard to get out of alone. Likewise, at the end of the sleeves, there was a second set of pajama feet. Although those went overtop of my hands instead.
They were a great outfit for any tie-up. They were warm and very comfortable. However, at the same time, they were quite confining, especially when paired with ropes. The double layers of fleece and flannel meant the ropes didn't dig into the skin. But, having the second set of pj feet over my hands were like big thumbless mittens. They were really comfortable for sleeping or lounging. But, they made finding and untying knots nearly impossible.
Mary returned into the room and was carrying a large wool blanket. "There why don't you see if you can get a quick nap in and relax a little." She commented as she threw the blanket and spread it over top of me.
She gave a quick wave to Buck and the two of them departed the room letting me have a little quiet time to myself. I twisted my wrist against the ropes two or three more times and they held fast. I tried shifting my legs against each other as well. Overall, the ropework wasn't elaborate. But I was helpless and not going anywhere for a while. When Mary asked me if I wanted to be tied up for a while. At first, the answer coming from my mouth really surprised me. But, now that I was secured I was finally starting to relax a little.
I let out a light yawn into my gag. I had never hand much success trying to sleep with my hands tied behind my back. Normally, I could close my eyes and drift off for about 15 to 30 minutes at the most. Just enough not to reach REM sleep. At least normally something would bother me enough I would have to shift and wake back up. Still, it felt good to be laying there. Being tied up right now was probably not the thing I needed to do. My life wasn't going particularly well at the moment. I had come over to Mary's just to vent. My sister had sat there and listened quietly.
I was 23 at the time of this story and just fresh out of college. I had found a job about 2 weeks after graduating. Things had been going well, I had found my own apartment and was just getting on my feet. Then, the company I was working for folded and I found myself without a paycheck. I hadn't been there long enough to get unemployment and I wasn't having much luck finding another job in my field. After 3 weeks of no luck, I swallowed my pride and started looking something just to pay the rent. The bank I worked at two summers ago wasn't hiring and I had just been turned down for a hostess job at the local Bob Evans. I was deemed overqualified and told they picked someone else.
My parents had just moved out of our current town to the lake community Amy mentions in her stories. My bank account was down to less than $300. I had an eviction notice taped to the door on my apartment for nonpayment of rent. Finally, my 6 month grace period on my student loans would be up next month and I had no money to pay them. I had nearly been in tears when I showed up at my sister's house. I didn't know where else to go or what to do.
Now, I was just laying here on my side with my hands and feet tied. I really couldn't do anything. I couldn't even itch my nose at the moment. So, trying to deal with everything else in the world really didn't matter all that much. It was midafternoon on a Friday and I was just laying there trussed up on my sister's davenport. Somehow the stress I was facing melted away. Even if was just for a while. I decided to take Mary's advice and tried closing my eyes. I knew I wouldn't get much rest tied like I was. But, I was finally relaxed and little so I tried.
A couple of minutes later I was drifting off to sleep. I am going to break part one of this story here. If you have comments you want to share please do. Thanks for reading and I'll have part 2 later this week.
She finally has gotten a little more free time in her life and wanted to share a story. But, she wanted to see how it would go over with the community here before she went through registering her own account. So, I figured she could just borrow mine. So, I am going to end my introduction here and turn the pen over to the one who got me into writing in the first place. Take it away Jennifer.
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Hi, it's been quite a while since I have posted anywhere. The time in my life where I had unlimited time share stories kind of fell off when I got married. I still am by the way and I have 2 kids. Both of whom are finally in school. I will leave that aspect of my personal life out of the picture for now. But, I have some free time and I thought maybe I would resume this old hobby and see how it goes. I remember when I posted my first story on Canuck's original site and all the support I got on the old board. This community has always been a place where I have shared my more relaxed tales of bondage growing up. There have been a good number of you who wanted to hear about my adult experiences. So, I am going to share one now and see how it goes. Thanks to Amy for letting me use her account to share this. If there is interest in my continuing to write here, I'll make my own account shortly.
"MMMPH", I winced a little as I felt the knot pull tight against my stomach.
"Too tight sister?" My captor asked.
I shook my head in response. My wrists were already bound criss-cross behind my back with a piece of rope about 15 feet in length. There was a second piece that was folded in half around the center of the tie. The end of it had been passed through the center allowing it to be drawn down again against the center of the binding. Afterward the lengths of that rope had been wrapped both waist around my midsection twice. Then it was being knotted off in front of me well away from where my hand could get at the knot. The purpose was to keep my bound wrists pinned against my lower back. Nothing elaborate, but extremely effective.
"All right, I am going to get your feet next then." The one binding me continued.
I sat on the edge of the davenport and watched as my captor took a knee. The second length of rope about the same as my hands started encircling my ankles. I didn't put up any resistance to the tie at all. I was too burnt out to even try. I really hadn't expected to find myself trussed up. In fact, that was probably would make the least sense given my current state of affairs. But, as I felt the coils draw tight as my captor cinched off the middle. I was really starting to realize just how much I needed this. With my ankles and wrists secured the next set of rope was applied just above my knees. It was just to take the leverage away from my ankles. The tie was performed in the same mannerism as it's predecessor.
"There, that should do it for now. You can lie down and try to relax a little if you want." The offer came from my binder.
"That's it?! You're not going to put her in a rope harness or add a hogtie cord?" He asked.
"No Buck I'm not, that isn't what she needs right now," Mary replied.
"Well, you should at least get a better gag. That bandanna isn't going to keep her quiet. She could probably work it loose in 20 minutes." Buck complained.
"You know not everybody I tie-up is for you to pleasure yourself while they squirm around. I know in that pig head of yours everything on earth only serves one purpose. But, I think Jennifer really needs this all things considered. Besides, she hasn't said a word since we put the gag in and I don't think she is going to try and dislodge it anyways." Mary followed.
"Then there's her outfit. I know some people have weird stuff they are into. But, I thought you said you don't play host to adult babies?" He commented.
"I normally don't it get too messy. But, that isn't what she's into anyways. Geeze not everyone is into the silk underwear or that hardcore leather stuff. Just keep an eye on her and let her relax. There is a lot on her plate." Mary commented looking over at her boyfriend.
Mary took hold of my right shoulder and helped to guide my body down into a laying position. I let my older sister guide me downward until I was reclined on the davenport. As short as I was I could lay all the way out with only a slight bend in my knees. There was a pillow on one side and my head came to rest against it. I shifted onto my side to keep the weight off my bound arms and stretched my legs out.
"There, that's not so bad now is it?" Mary asked looking at me. "Try to just relax a little and maybe grab a light nap if you can. Do you want a blanket?" She asked.
I nodded in response.
"All right, I'll be right back." She commented rising up from where she was standing.
I laid there on my side and tested the ropes. They weren't overly complicated, but they did their job. My hands were tied and anchored behind my back and my legs were at the very least disabled. It wasn't something I could get out of without a major struggle and I was too tired to put up the effort. I looked across the room and Buck. He was just sitting there in an easy chair watching me. I wasn't really in the mood to put on a show for him. He was a big guy nearly 6 and a half feet tall. Buck was quite muscular and build like an ox. He was 300 plus pounds and all of it was muscle. I don't know what Mary saw in the big dumb redneck, but there was something she liked about him.
I was dressed in some footed pajamas. A staple from my childhood. The sleeper was very identical to a special one some of you might remember from my college stories. It was the typical fleece once piece set with the built-in feet and a hood. The whole outfit was made out of sweatshirt fleece and the pajama feet had the little while vinal bottoms with toecaps and grippy stuff on them. However, inside of the pajamas, there was a second layer of material. They were lined top to bottom with flannel on the inside. So, they were a little fluffy, but they were quite warm and comfortable.
The pajamas were not the same ones as my previous story although they were an identical twin in terms of features. They were made by the same company and sized perfectly for me. The sleeper I had used in college was getting worn out and Mary had bought these as a birthday gift for me. But, given the state I had arrived in she decided to let me have them a little early. In addition to what I described above the pajamas also zipped in the back and had a snap tab over the zipper. This made them hard to get out of alone. Likewise, at the end of the sleeves, there was a second set of pajama feet. Although those went overtop of my hands instead.
They were a great outfit for any tie-up. They were warm and very comfortable. However, at the same time, they were quite confining, especially when paired with ropes. The double layers of fleece and flannel meant the ropes didn't dig into the skin. But, having the second set of pj feet over my hands were like big thumbless mittens. They were really comfortable for sleeping or lounging. But, they made finding and untying knots nearly impossible.
Mary returned into the room and was carrying a large wool blanket. "There why don't you see if you can get a quick nap in and relax a little." She commented as she threw the blanket and spread it over top of me.
She gave a quick wave to Buck and the two of them departed the room letting me have a little quiet time to myself. I twisted my wrist against the ropes two or three more times and they held fast. I tried shifting my legs against each other as well. Overall, the ropework wasn't elaborate. But I was helpless and not going anywhere for a while. When Mary asked me if I wanted to be tied up for a while. At first, the answer coming from my mouth really surprised me. But, now that I was secured I was finally starting to relax a little.
I let out a light yawn into my gag. I had never hand much success trying to sleep with my hands tied behind my back. Normally, I could close my eyes and drift off for about 15 to 30 minutes at the most. Just enough not to reach REM sleep. At least normally something would bother me enough I would have to shift and wake back up. Still, it felt good to be laying there. Being tied up right now was probably not the thing I needed to do. My life wasn't going particularly well at the moment. I had come over to Mary's just to vent. My sister had sat there and listened quietly.
I was 23 at the time of this story and just fresh out of college. I had found a job about 2 weeks after graduating. Things had been going well, I had found my own apartment and was just getting on my feet. Then, the company I was working for folded and I found myself without a paycheck. I hadn't been there long enough to get unemployment and I wasn't having much luck finding another job in my field. After 3 weeks of no luck, I swallowed my pride and started looking something just to pay the rent. The bank I worked at two summers ago wasn't hiring and I had just been turned down for a hostess job at the local Bob Evans. I was deemed overqualified and told they picked someone else.
My parents had just moved out of our current town to the lake community Amy mentions in her stories. My bank account was down to less than $300. I had an eviction notice taped to the door on my apartment for nonpayment of rent. Finally, my 6 month grace period on my student loans would be up next month and I had no money to pay them. I had nearly been in tears when I showed up at my sister's house. I didn't know where else to go or what to do.
Now, I was just laying here on my side with my hands and feet tied. I really couldn't do anything. I couldn't even itch my nose at the moment. So, trying to deal with everything else in the world really didn't matter all that much. It was midafternoon on a Friday and I was just laying there trussed up on my sister's davenport. Somehow the stress I was facing melted away. Even if was just for a while. I decided to take Mary's advice and tried closing my eyes. I knew I wouldn't get much rest tied like I was. But, I was finally relaxed and little so I tried.
A couple of minutes later I was drifting off to sleep. I am going to break part one of this story here. If you have comments you want to share please do. Thanks for reading and I'll have part 2 later this week.