Big Cousin Lizzie(F/F)
Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 6:38 pm
Part 1 of 3
Lacy Bourne looks up the high rise apartment building. Her boyfriend, Matt, pulls up in the parking lot. She looked out to make sure he didn't accidentally park in a handicapped spot again. He was a sweet guy, but had a bad habit of overlooking little details like that.
"You're sure this is the place?" he asks.
"Yeah, this is it. Thank you so much." she says.
She reaches up and kisses his cheek.
"Don't you want help with your luggage?" he asks as Lacy gets out of the car.
"Nah, it's just one bag."
She gets her one suitcase out of the car, dragging it along on wheels. After exchanging another kiss and good bye, Matt promises to pick her up after her stay and drives away. A cool breeze passes by her, rattling some leaves.
Lacy Bourne is nineteen years of age, and if she seems to have a favorite color, it's black. It's the color of her long, flowing hair, of her t-shirt and socks, broken up with her blue jean shorts. She takes a deep breath. It's been a little while since she had last seen her older cousin, Lizzie. It wasn't the original part of her plan, she was going to stay at the dorms. However Lizzie offered her place to help save a little money.
Lacy drags the suitcase up, excited to see her again.
Lacy was eleven years old when her parents took Lizzie in. She had been an only child until then. Her uncle passed away, and her aunt simply didn't want the responsibility of raising a child, so Lacy's parents took the girl in.
She always loved Lizzie. When the family got together, lacy clung to her. She was so excited when Lizzie came to stay. Lizzie was fifteen at the time, a red head with long, sprawling hair. At the same, Lacy's hair was really short. In fact everything about the way Lacy dressed, she could almost pass for a boy.
Lizzie was always biting at the chomp to help. She would volunteer to wash the dishes, or help clean the house. Lacy thinks she was going through a lot of emotional turmoil at the time. Every now and then she caught her looking sad or troubled, but whenever her, or her parents looked at her, she smiled in return.
Lizzie really eased her parents burden by her willingness to babysit Lacy whenever they were out. This was when she really got to know Lizzie.
Her parents had just went out. She could hear Lizzie vaccuming downstairs still. She was big on keeping the house clean. She would take her shoes off and even make Lacy start doing the same, even though her parents never did. Lacy found that aspect of her a little annoying, especially cause she was really lookin forward to hanging out with her, yet there she was cleaning the floors.
Lacy got her home work done, cause Lizzie might get on her for it, but even then Lizzie was still vaccuming. With a sigh, she went into her cousin's room. Of course it was so neat and clean. It was such a small room, but Lizzie never complained. Not about anything.
She went under Lizzie's bed and started going through her things. School books, a photo album, some note books...no diary. That dissapointed her, but she saw something else at the bottom of the bag. She pulled it out: a pair of handcuffs.
"Hey."
Lacy whipped around and hid the cuffs behind her back. She wasn't paying any attention, or she would have heard the vaccume being turned off. Lizzie crossed her arms, with a smirk on her face.
"Hey, Lizzie..."
"You finding everything all right?" she asks, walking over.
"Y-yeah..."
Lizzie reached around and took the handcuffs away. With a smirk, she took lacy's wrists and cuffed them behind her back. Lacy can imagined how bu eyed she must have looked. She was taken completely by surprise.
She gently shoved her onto the bed. Lacy tugged and pulled. These were sturdy handcuffs!
"Lizzie, uh, what are you doing?" Lacy asks.
Lizzie pulls out some black electrical tape, taking Lacy's feet and wrapping tape around her ankles. Thankfully she was wearing socks, a layer between her skin and the tape. Lacy gulped. She wasn't that nervous, per se, as Lizzie's mellow mood was still there. She was, she didn't know, excited?
Lizzie took a single sock, making a "boop!" sound as she pushed it into Lacy's mouth with a single finger, and covering it with a few strips of tape.
"All right, up, up, up." she says, taking Lacy up to her feet by her shoulders.
Lacy giggled incesstantly.
"Hop like a bunny, Lacy. Hop, hop, hop." she teased, Lacy laughing so hard under her gag.
Lizzie kept a firm grip of her shoulders as she helped her down the stairs. Lacy accidentally hopped on Lizzie's also socked feet a couple of times, but Lizzie only kinda cringed. Lacy mumbled a sorry when they got to the bottom of the stairs.
Lizzie pulled her in for a hug.
"You're so sweet." she said, before helping her over to the couch.
Lacy lay down.
"You having fun?"
Lacy nodded.
"You ever been tied up before?"
She shook her head.
"You want me to untie you right now?"
She shook her head.
Lizzie sat next to her.
"I need you to promise me, that you won't tell your mom and dad about the cuffs, and that you won't try to use them without me. If you don't know what you're doing, you could get yourself in big trouble. Can ya promise me?"
Lacy nodded, Lizzie giggling.
'Good girl." she said, giving her feet a slight tickle.
She squealed and pulled back.
"I'm gonna make us a pizza. I'll let you go when it's done."
Lacy nodded.
Lizzie patted her cheek and went to the kitchen, where Lacy was still in easy view. Lacy would call out to her from under the tape. At first Lizzie would turn her head and stick her tongue out, but after a bit she ignored her, pretending not to notice, but Lacy would sit up enough to notice the smirk on her face.
When the pizza was about to finish, Lizzie knelt on the floor beside her.
"Would you like me to tie you up more often?"
Lacy nodded immidiately.
"Okay, but you have to make a few more promises. First, you have to keep out of trouble, and keep your grades good. Second, ONLY when your parents are out, and only when I'm here. Also, try not to tell anyone else. If people hear your cousin is tying you up, they're gonna ge the wrong idea. I wouldn't want anyone thinking I'm an evil mastermind."
Lacy giggled and nodded.
"Good, good girl." she said, ruffling her hair.
She then ripped the tape off her face and pulled the sock from her mouth.
"If the tape stings, I can use a cloth or something." Lizzie says.
She ran to get a kitchen knife and cut the tape from her ankles. At last she uncuffed her hands.
"Do you use those on yourself?" Lacy asked.
Lizzie paused before answering.
"Yeah. It relaxes me, but I always keep the key in my hands. Plus I have experience. I don't want you messing around with this. You could get hurt and both of us-
Lacy put a hand over her mouth.
"I know, I know."
Lizzie giggled and pried her hand off.
"All right, brat, food's almost ready." she says with a giggle.
Nineteen year old Lacy knocks on the door. A moment later it opens up, Lacy dropping her bag and throwing her arms around her older cousin.
"Easy! Don't tackle me!" Lizzie laughs, hugging her back.
Without being prompted, Lacy takes off her shoes and pulls her bag inside. It's a small little apartment, and Lacy felt kinda bad for taking up even more space. Lizzie took her bag from her. She was in her waitress outfit. Lacy gave a mock cat call.
"Looking good, cuz." she teased.
"You joke...anyway, we'll be sharing a room. I wish I had more time to talk, but I've got work in twenty minutes."
"No problem." Lacy said, sitting on he couch.
Lizzie's hand suddenly clamped on her mouth.
"Try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone, all right?" she teased, taking it off.
Lacy stuck her tongue out.
"We'll catch up tonight, or tomorrow, all right?"
"Sure!"
Lacy spent the better part of her night lounging around and watching television. She didn't want to go raiding Lizzie's fridge on her. She used to let her when she was a kid, to a degree, but now it's her food and drinks. There were a few days before she had to go to classes, and she was all ready partially fatigued from the long drive up.
She messaged her parents, letting them know she arrived safely. She didn't really have the energy to start scrolling through twitter or facebook. She set the phone down beside her on the floor and stares up at the ceiling. if she's this bad, Lizzie's going to be exhausted when she gets back home.
She lets out a stuttered breath. It's a little scary, actually. Not living with her parents. Matt isn't a two minute drive away. If she weren't living with Lizzie, this might be hitting her a little bit worse. She's not going to get to spend a ton of time with her, not as much as the old days, but she could sleep a good wink or two in general comfort.
Her eyelids grow heavy as the television continues on in he background. She sits up for a second, but her body might as well be made of concrete. Before Lacy knew it, she was fast asleep.
Her eyes snap open and she lets out a scream. it comes out muffled as her mouth is covered with a hand, Lizzie putting a finger to her lips. She pushes her hand off.
"Lizzie, you scared the day lights out of me!"
"You feeling all right?" she asks, feeling her head.
"I was just tired. Sorry about that."
"You should know you can help yourself to my fridge. Here." Lizzie says, bringing her a soda.
"Then you wouldn't have a fridge left." Lacy jokes.
"Oh really? Should I leave you tied up when I'm gone?" Lizzie asks.
Lacy nearly spits her soda out. if she were still eleven she would be chomping at the bit to play, but she can't believe she's having this conversation now.
"I don't think my teachers would approve."
"Imagine how they would react if you showed up to class bound and gagged."
'Don't even joke about that. I'm nervous enough." Lacy says.
"Take it from me, college is nothing like highschool. There's a lot more space. People won't give you crap."
"They will if I showed up like that."
Lizzie snorts.
"it's true!"
"yeah, yeah, I know." she said, sitting beside her and putting an arm around her shoulder. "I have missed you, ya know."
"Yeah, me too." she says softly.
"By the way, I'm not so hard ass about the shoes thins here. This is my place."
"Oh, NOW you tell me, after hard wiring it in my brain."
Lizzie scoots closer.
"So tell me about this boyfriend of yours."
"Nope." she says, standing up, but Lizzie takes her by the arms and sits her down.
"Oh no you don't. You're telling me or else."
"Or what, you'll throw me out?" lacy asks with a snort.
"Oh, just the opposite." she says, pulling Lacy's wrists behind her.
"You kidding me? I'm not a kid anymore!" Lacy exclaims, yet despite her words, with a single arm, Lizzie keeps her arms together.
"Yeah, you may be older, but I can still hand you your butt on a platter." she said, dragging her to the bedroom.
Lacy tried to get out, but wow, Lizzie's grip was iron strong. Pretty effortlessly, her cousin got some rope out from the closet, shoved her onto the bed, pounced and had her wrists tied together. Lizzie pretty effortlessly caught her ankles, tied them up, and held them together using a half foot length of rope in a loose hogtie.
Lizzie dusted her hands and pushed Lacy onto her side.
"H-hey, I'm not a kid!" she complained, immidiately trying to bust loose.
Except Lizzie had not lost a step! She really couldn't get out!
Lizzie left the room for a moment, while lacy fought with all she had.
"Isn't it a little late for this?"
Lizzie came back in, looking through her phone. Lacy's phone.
"Hey!"
"Awwwe, is that him?" she asked, showing a picture of the two of them.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Lacy asked with a blush.
Lizzie sat beside her.
"So, are you going to tell me about him?" lizzie asks as Lacy thrashes and kicks about "Or should I send him a picture of you like this?"
"Oh god, FINE!" Lacy snaps, making Lizzie chuckle.
So Lacy told her about Matt. There wasn't that much to it, they had been dating for about a year or so after knowing each other through a similar circle of friends.
"Does he know you're a little damsel?"
"Don't even start that."
"What? He'd love to rescue his little princess." she cooed, squeezing her right cheek.
"Okay, okay, I told you."
"After too much prompting." Lizzie said, suddenly shoving a sock in her mouth.
"MMMPH!"
"Shush." Lizzie says, sealing it with silver ductape.
"NMMM!"
"and just a little more." she said, putting on more layers.
"MMMPH!"
"He does sound sweet." Lizzie whispered, giving her head a pat.
"MMM! MONT MAY MAYMING!"
"I'm not that cruel. I'm just having a bit of fun with my favorite girl."
Lacy blushed a bit.
"Welll, my second favorite girl." Lizzie said, sitting next to her and taking out her own phone.
It showed a picture of her and another girl, one who was a bit nerdier looking in some kind of cosplay outfit. Some sort of knight?
"My girlfriend. Her name's Carol. Maybe you'll meet her some day."
Lacy was one of the few who knew, although she found out mostly by pure luck. She happened to spot her twelve year old cousin sharing a kiss with another girl. She begged Lacy not to tell and seemed so genuinely scared of anyone finding out, Lacy swore not to say anything. It probably doesn't matter so much to lizzie now that she's on her own, but for years she had been keeping that secret.
Specifically, from her parents. Lizzie didn't seem to care if anyone else knew, but at the time she feared ruining her good will with them, though Lacy doubted either of them would care that much.
"I'll give you a few minutes to enjoy yourself, all right?"
"mmm!" she whimpered.
Lizzie giggled and patted her feet before leaving the room. As she lay there, she wondered what Matt WOULD think if she knew she had this sort of thing. Would it weird him out, or would he play along with it?
Probably better to veer on the side of caution.
Lizzie came in a couple of moments later and completely untied her. As lazy ripped the tape off her own mouth, Lizzie was putting some on her face. She then locked herself in her own handcuffs and lay down.
"Getting tired?" Lacy asked.
Lizzie nodded. She found this sort of thing helped relax her before bed.
Lacy gave her a hug.
"Night, Lizzie."
"Might."
This was another thing she found out through pure accident.
Lacy Bourne looks up the high rise apartment building. Her boyfriend, Matt, pulls up in the parking lot. She looked out to make sure he didn't accidentally park in a handicapped spot again. He was a sweet guy, but had a bad habit of overlooking little details like that.
"You're sure this is the place?" he asks.
"Yeah, this is it. Thank you so much." she says.
She reaches up and kisses his cheek.
"Don't you want help with your luggage?" he asks as Lacy gets out of the car.
"Nah, it's just one bag."
She gets her one suitcase out of the car, dragging it along on wheels. After exchanging another kiss and good bye, Matt promises to pick her up after her stay and drives away. A cool breeze passes by her, rattling some leaves.
Lacy Bourne is nineteen years of age, and if she seems to have a favorite color, it's black. It's the color of her long, flowing hair, of her t-shirt and socks, broken up with her blue jean shorts. She takes a deep breath. It's been a little while since she had last seen her older cousin, Lizzie. It wasn't the original part of her plan, she was going to stay at the dorms. However Lizzie offered her place to help save a little money.
Lacy drags the suitcase up, excited to see her again.
Lacy was eleven years old when her parents took Lizzie in. She had been an only child until then. Her uncle passed away, and her aunt simply didn't want the responsibility of raising a child, so Lacy's parents took the girl in.
She always loved Lizzie. When the family got together, lacy clung to her. She was so excited when Lizzie came to stay. Lizzie was fifteen at the time, a red head with long, sprawling hair. At the same, Lacy's hair was really short. In fact everything about the way Lacy dressed, she could almost pass for a boy.
Lizzie was always biting at the chomp to help. She would volunteer to wash the dishes, or help clean the house. Lacy thinks she was going through a lot of emotional turmoil at the time. Every now and then she caught her looking sad or troubled, but whenever her, or her parents looked at her, she smiled in return.
Lizzie really eased her parents burden by her willingness to babysit Lacy whenever they were out. This was when she really got to know Lizzie.
Her parents had just went out. She could hear Lizzie vaccuming downstairs still. She was big on keeping the house clean. She would take her shoes off and even make Lacy start doing the same, even though her parents never did. Lacy found that aspect of her a little annoying, especially cause she was really lookin forward to hanging out with her, yet there she was cleaning the floors.
Lacy got her home work done, cause Lizzie might get on her for it, but even then Lizzie was still vaccuming. With a sigh, she went into her cousin's room. Of course it was so neat and clean. It was such a small room, but Lizzie never complained. Not about anything.
She went under Lizzie's bed and started going through her things. School books, a photo album, some note books...no diary. That dissapointed her, but she saw something else at the bottom of the bag. She pulled it out: a pair of handcuffs.
"Hey."
Lacy whipped around and hid the cuffs behind her back. She wasn't paying any attention, or she would have heard the vaccume being turned off. Lizzie crossed her arms, with a smirk on her face.
"Hey, Lizzie..."
"You finding everything all right?" she asks, walking over.
"Y-yeah..."
Lizzie reached around and took the handcuffs away. With a smirk, she took lacy's wrists and cuffed them behind her back. Lacy can imagined how bu eyed she must have looked. She was taken completely by surprise.
She gently shoved her onto the bed. Lacy tugged and pulled. These were sturdy handcuffs!
"Lizzie, uh, what are you doing?" Lacy asks.
Lizzie pulls out some black electrical tape, taking Lacy's feet and wrapping tape around her ankles. Thankfully she was wearing socks, a layer between her skin and the tape. Lacy gulped. She wasn't that nervous, per se, as Lizzie's mellow mood was still there. She was, she didn't know, excited?
Lizzie took a single sock, making a "boop!" sound as she pushed it into Lacy's mouth with a single finger, and covering it with a few strips of tape.
"All right, up, up, up." she says, taking Lacy up to her feet by her shoulders.
Lacy giggled incesstantly.
"Hop like a bunny, Lacy. Hop, hop, hop." she teased, Lacy laughing so hard under her gag.
Lizzie kept a firm grip of her shoulders as she helped her down the stairs. Lacy accidentally hopped on Lizzie's also socked feet a couple of times, but Lizzie only kinda cringed. Lacy mumbled a sorry when they got to the bottom of the stairs.
Lizzie pulled her in for a hug.
"You're so sweet." she said, before helping her over to the couch.
Lacy lay down.
"You having fun?"
Lacy nodded.
"You ever been tied up before?"
She shook her head.
"You want me to untie you right now?"
She shook her head.
Lizzie sat next to her.
"I need you to promise me, that you won't tell your mom and dad about the cuffs, and that you won't try to use them without me. If you don't know what you're doing, you could get yourself in big trouble. Can ya promise me?"
Lacy nodded, Lizzie giggling.
'Good girl." she said, giving her feet a slight tickle.
She squealed and pulled back.
"I'm gonna make us a pizza. I'll let you go when it's done."
Lacy nodded.
Lizzie patted her cheek and went to the kitchen, where Lacy was still in easy view. Lacy would call out to her from under the tape. At first Lizzie would turn her head and stick her tongue out, but after a bit she ignored her, pretending not to notice, but Lacy would sit up enough to notice the smirk on her face.
When the pizza was about to finish, Lizzie knelt on the floor beside her.
"Would you like me to tie you up more often?"
Lacy nodded immidiately.
"Okay, but you have to make a few more promises. First, you have to keep out of trouble, and keep your grades good. Second, ONLY when your parents are out, and only when I'm here. Also, try not to tell anyone else. If people hear your cousin is tying you up, they're gonna ge the wrong idea. I wouldn't want anyone thinking I'm an evil mastermind."
Lacy giggled and nodded.
"Good, good girl." she said, ruffling her hair.
She then ripped the tape off her face and pulled the sock from her mouth.
"If the tape stings, I can use a cloth or something." Lizzie says.
She ran to get a kitchen knife and cut the tape from her ankles. At last she uncuffed her hands.
"Do you use those on yourself?" Lacy asked.
Lizzie paused before answering.
"Yeah. It relaxes me, but I always keep the key in my hands. Plus I have experience. I don't want you messing around with this. You could get hurt and both of us-
Lacy put a hand over her mouth.
"I know, I know."
Lizzie giggled and pried her hand off.
"All right, brat, food's almost ready." she says with a giggle.
Nineteen year old Lacy knocks on the door. A moment later it opens up, Lacy dropping her bag and throwing her arms around her older cousin.
"Easy! Don't tackle me!" Lizzie laughs, hugging her back.
Without being prompted, Lacy takes off her shoes and pulls her bag inside. It's a small little apartment, and Lacy felt kinda bad for taking up even more space. Lizzie took her bag from her. She was in her waitress outfit. Lacy gave a mock cat call.
"Looking good, cuz." she teased.
"You joke...anyway, we'll be sharing a room. I wish I had more time to talk, but I've got work in twenty minutes."
"No problem." Lacy said, sitting on he couch.
Lizzie's hand suddenly clamped on her mouth.
"Try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone, all right?" she teased, taking it off.
Lacy stuck her tongue out.
"We'll catch up tonight, or tomorrow, all right?"
"Sure!"
Lacy spent the better part of her night lounging around and watching television. She didn't want to go raiding Lizzie's fridge on her. She used to let her when she was a kid, to a degree, but now it's her food and drinks. There were a few days before she had to go to classes, and she was all ready partially fatigued from the long drive up.
She messaged her parents, letting them know she arrived safely. She didn't really have the energy to start scrolling through twitter or facebook. She set the phone down beside her on the floor and stares up at the ceiling. if she's this bad, Lizzie's going to be exhausted when she gets back home.
She lets out a stuttered breath. It's a little scary, actually. Not living with her parents. Matt isn't a two minute drive away. If she weren't living with Lizzie, this might be hitting her a little bit worse. She's not going to get to spend a ton of time with her, not as much as the old days, but she could sleep a good wink or two in general comfort.
Her eyelids grow heavy as the television continues on in he background. She sits up for a second, but her body might as well be made of concrete. Before Lacy knew it, she was fast asleep.
Her eyes snap open and she lets out a scream. it comes out muffled as her mouth is covered with a hand, Lizzie putting a finger to her lips. She pushes her hand off.
"Lizzie, you scared the day lights out of me!"
"You feeling all right?" she asks, feeling her head.
"I was just tired. Sorry about that."
"You should know you can help yourself to my fridge. Here." Lizzie says, bringing her a soda.
"Then you wouldn't have a fridge left." Lacy jokes.
"Oh really? Should I leave you tied up when I'm gone?" Lizzie asks.
Lacy nearly spits her soda out. if she were still eleven she would be chomping at the bit to play, but she can't believe she's having this conversation now.
"I don't think my teachers would approve."
"Imagine how they would react if you showed up to class bound and gagged."
'Don't even joke about that. I'm nervous enough." Lacy says.
"Take it from me, college is nothing like highschool. There's a lot more space. People won't give you crap."
"They will if I showed up like that."
Lizzie snorts.
"it's true!"
"yeah, yeah, I know." she said, sitting beside her and putting an arm around her shoulder. "I have missed you, ya know."
"Yeah, me too." she says softly.
"By the way, I'm not so hard ass about the shoes thins here. This is my place."
"Oh, NOW you tell me, after hard wiring it in my brain."
Lizzie scoots closer.
"So tell me about this boyfriend of yours."
"Nope." she says, standing up, but Lizzie takes her by the arms and sits her down.
"Oh no you don't. You're telling me or else."
"Or what, you'll throw me out?" lacy asks with a snort.
"Oh, just the opposite." she says, pulling Lacy's wrists behind her.
"You kidding me? I'm not a kid anymore!" Lacy exclaims, yet despite her words, with a single arm, Lizzie keeps her arms together.
"Yeah, you may be older, but I can still hand you your butt on a platter." she said, dragging her to the bedroom.
Lacy tried to get out, but wow, Lizzie's grip was iron strong. Pretty effortlessly, her cousin got some rope out from the closet, shoved her onto the bed, pounced and had her wrists tied together. Lizzie pretty effortlessly caught her ankles, tied them up, and held them together using a half foot length of rope in a loose hogtie.
Lizzie dusted her hands and pushed Lacy onto her side.
"H-hey, I'm not a kid!" she complained, immidiately trying to bust loose.
Except Lizzie had not lost a step! She really couldn't get out!
Lizzie left the room for a moment, while lacy fought with all she had.
"Isn't it a little late for this?"
Lizzie came back in, looking through her phone. Lacy's phone.
"Hey!"
"Awwwe, is that him?" she asked, showing a picture of the two of them.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Lacy asked with a blush.
Lizzie sat beside her.
"So, are you going to tell me about him?" lizzie asks as Lacy thrashes and kicks about "Or should I send him a picture of you like this?"
"Oh god, FINE!" Lacy snaps, making Lizzie chuckle.
So Lacy told her about Matt. There wasn't that much to it, they had been dating for about a year or so after knowing each other through a similar circle of friends.
"Does he know you're a little damsel?"
"Don't even start that."
"What? He'd love to rescue his little princess." she cooed, squeezing her right cheek.
"Okay, okay, I told you."
"After too much prompting." Lizzie said, suddenly shoving a sock in her mouth.
"MMMPH!"
"Shush." Lizzie says, sealing it with silver ductape.
"NMMM!"
"and just a little more." she said, putting on more layers.
"MMMPH!"
"He does sound sweet." Lizzie whispered, giving her head a pat.
"MMM! MONT MAY MAYMING!"
"I'm not that cruel. I'm just having a bit of fun with my favorite girl."
Lacy blushed a bit.
"Welll, my second favorite girl." Lizzie said, sitting next to her and taking out her own phone.
It showed a picture of her and another girl, one who was a bit nerdier looking in some kind of cosplay outfit. Some sort of knight?
"My girlfriend. Her name's Carol. Maybe you'll meet her some day."
Lacy was one of the few who knew, although she found out mostly by pure luck. She happened to spot her twelve year old cousin sharing a kiss with another girl. She begged Lacy not to tell and seemed so genuinely scared of anyone finding out, Lacy swore not to say anything. It probably doesn't matter so much to lizzie now that she's on her own, but for years she had been keeping that secret.
Specifically, from her parents. Lizzie didn't seem to care if anyone else knew, but at the time she feared ruining her good will with them, though Lacy doubted either of them would care that much.
"I'll give you a few minutes to enjoy yourself, all right?"
"mmm!" she whimpered.
Lizzie giggled and patted her feet before leaving the room. As she lay there, she wondered what Matt WOULD think if she knew she had this sort of thing. Would it weird him out, or would he play along with it?
Probably better to veer on the side of caution.
Lizzie came in a couple of moments later and completely untied her. As lazy ripped the tape off her own mouth, Lizzie was putting some on her face. She then locked herself in her own handcuffs and lay down.
"Getting tired?" Lacy asked.
Lizzie nodded. She found this sort of thing helped relax her before bed.
Lacy gave her a hug.
"Night, Lizzie."
"Might."
This was another thing she found out through pure accident.