The games that we play. Part 14 added, (9/5) m/fffff
Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2023 6:29 am
Hello ladies and gentlemen, friends and followers, it’s been far too long since last I attempted to entertain with a fun, lighthearted tale of adventure and bondage, since last I tried my hand at something fun and hopefully, at times amusing. So please sit back, relax, and hopefully enjoy my efforts, feel free to leave your thoughts and comments, remarks and suggestions.
Below I list a few of you have previously supported my effort, but please if you’d like your name removed, let me know.
[mention]Caesar73[/mention], [mention]slackywacky[/mention], [mention]GreyLord[/mention], [mention]gagged86[/mention], [mention]Mask6190[/mention]
The games that we play.
Part one.
Cautiously I slipped out of the girls changing room, careful not to be seen, glancing back I smiled, content that phase one of operation capture had been a success, that Megan, my sisters friend was securely bound and gagged inside the locked cubicle marked ‘out of order’. Satisfied she knew better than to draw attention to herself, especially in her state of partial undress, her modesty only preserved by a pair of black Lycra panties and pink satin bra.
Casually I wandered down the corridor, going pretty much unnoticed, even as I thoughtfully selected an image of Megan’s lovely face, her lips sealed with several layers of silver duct tape, gently pulled tight and wrapped on top of her shimmering straight brown hair. Though once more I was careful, making sure it could not give away her location, nor the fact she was already partially undressed by the time I made my move, by the time I clamped my hand over her mouth and announced the three key words, “caught in the act”, a signal she was not to resist, that she had been captured, the challenge having been accepted, and the game having begun.
Oh sure, she’d protested ever so slightly at being caught in such a composing position, but I’d merely stated that rules were rules, and she’d agreed to go along with them, which in turn meant she’d end up so scantly clad anyway, also whilst bound and gagged, just as she was about to be, for I’d arrived prepared, carried with me enough supplies to render all my intended victims helpless as events unfolded, while the end of of term fun continued unabashed.
“One down, four to go”, the text simply read, when along side the image of Megan tape gagged the message was sent to the other participants in our little game of capture and transport, transport to the family cabin off in the moors, to celebrate the start of summer, just the six of us, 5 girls, and 1 boy, me.
“You’ll not catch me that easy”, came the response from my sister, who like her friends, was the reason behind the whole idea. Yes that’s right it was all their idea, well almost all their idea, for I had suggested taking advantage of the cabin, with our parents agreement. Though, naturally they didn’t know just what would be occurring both before and after our arrival. Nor why, as the only one of the group old enough to drive, I wanted to borrow the minivan, the girl’s luggage already loaded and stacked.
Similar messages arrived moments later from two more of her friends, Katie, a very beautiful and popular natural blonde, with a wicked sense of humour, and a very naughty side, shared only with those she felt comfortable around, and Lucy, who I have to admit, has a rather unusual dress sense, when not in school uniform. But then I’ve always put that down to her Asian ancestry, her love of cosplay and anime, especially the bondage.
“I’m ready and waiting, you know where”, the last reply boldly stated, and the sender was right I knew where, just like I knew who. For the where was the unused, rundown temporary classrooms sitting at the edge of the schools main building. The who was Ellie, the tallest, oh and most curvaceous, of my sisters friends, with whom, despite her being nearly 2 years my junior, I’d shared some rather passionate kisses and wandering hands, on numerous occasion, in that exact location.
So naturally, she was the next to be “caught in the art”, when after some stealthy movement, knowing there was a need to go unobserved, just like the previous occasions we’d met, I’d slipped in the back door, delighted to see she was already prepared, and indeed ready, having undressed, removed her uniform, of black pleated skirt, grey shirt, black blazer and tie, leaving her in only white nylon panties and bra, white knee length cotton socks also.
“Mmpppphhhhh”, she’d squealed, when, after sneaking up behind, I’d placed one hand over her mouth, while, rapidly the other had snaked its way around her waist, pulling her body tightly against my own. And yet her cute little giggle, the way she wriggled her butt and squirmed playfully, told me she’d know I was there from the start.
“Caught in the act”, I’d whispered in her ear, but only after enjoying a couple of minutes worth of divine squirming, and playful moaning, but hey, who could blame me for that, right. After all wouldn’t you enjoy having the girl you fancy most, grinding their scantly body against your own, wouldn’t you delight in knowing she’s doing it of her own free will.
“Oh you cad, just what do you intend to do with me”, she’d managed to say despite her giggling, the words stolen straight from the script of the recent school play, in which she’d had the staring role. But I need not have worried, for the mischievous grin, the twinkle in her piercing blue eyes gave away her joy at being captured, the kiss upon my lips, told me I’d be having plenty of fun, later.
Though still I had to answer her question, allow her to discover, what, at least a few of the items within the black rucksack, that had, up to point remained slung over my right shoulder might be, had to grant her the opportunity to realise what my intentions may be. And I did, for soon enough just like Megan some 20 minutes earlier, she too as securely trussed up, bound, at the wrists, arms, ankles, calves and thighs, with crotch rope, breast harness, and yes, before you ask, I’d coped a good feel, and hogtie too. Leaving only the need to ensure her luscious lips were encased in layer after layer of silver duct tape, limiting her moans, while I stole the chance to explore just a little, tease only slightly once more, merely to guarantee the worked of course.
“Well that’s two, who’s next, I wonder”, my next text message had enquired, when sent along side another facial image of a suitably gagged girl, this time, of course Ellie, who’d known what was coming, upon seeing me withdraw my smart phone, who’d happily posed, at only the cost of a kiss on her sealed lips, and slow teasing caress of her rope bound the thighs.
“Ha, that’s Ellie, you didn’t catch her, she gave herself away”, Katie’s reply had stated, almost matching the sentiments of my sisters message to the word , and of course, in her case, as you now know, that wasn’t a lie, nor even a thinly disguised trick, for she knew our little secret, had, to her credit, never divulged to anyone, especially our parents, that we were much more than just friends.
“Well you’ll not find me such an easy target”, Lucy’s response had taunted, not knowing, I was already stalking her every move, had been watching her movements, as she’d cut back across the sports field, blissfully aware of her destination, that I’d delighted in seeing her wearing the little black satin shorts, and navy blue swimsuit, even before I slipped back out of the old classrooms. Once satisfied Ellie had been deposited under a long forgotten desk, was safely out of sight should someone take a look, that the door was securely locked, thanks to the key, I’d managed to acquire, in my role as hall monitor.
“Caught in the act”, I’d rapidly blurted out, when having, literally sprinted the length of the schools main building, simply to deposit myself within the dark confines of the walk-in stationary cupboard, I’d taken Lucy completely by surprise, for she’d mistaken believed, having not seen me anywhere around, she was safe. Instantly she’d surrendered herself, as was the agreement, though maybe she was at least a little reluctant to do, for out of all those participating, she was the only one determined to derail, resist and therefore win our little game, our little challenge, was the only one who believed she could rescue the others, spare them from a weekend or more in captivity.
“Well I guess you’d better get on with then”, she’d exclaimed, puffing out her cheeks, hands on hips, with petite little body swaying from side to side as she shifted her weight over each short, toned leg. And of course, who was I to deny her request, how could I not quickly bind her wrists and lower arms, wrap her slender body with strong, unrelenting rope, whilst enjoying the feel of spandex over flat stomach and small pert breasts. How could I not, remove her shorts, for a little added embarrassment, and the application of a stringent crotch rope, linked into her wrist bindings. What was wrong with then binding ankles, calves and thighs, before making sure she was the second to be tightly hogtied. How could I not, seal her lips with layer upon layer of duct tape, for what had become the obligatory face shot, after all, announcements had to be made.
“Tick, tock, we’re down to 2”, my next text had teased, when delivered along with an image, that this time not only showed her face, but also just how helplessly trussed up Lucy had become, for I had no fear her location could be guessed, her rescue enabled, and anyway, the cupboard door was locked behind me, and she’d never reach the catch, let alone the handle.
“Damn you’re far to good at this”, my sisters reply had stated, along with an emoji showing a concerned, worried face, which was true, for there was a reason Katie never responded, as by pure chance she’d stumbled into my grasp, no doubt believing there’d be safety in numbers, that by tagging along behind a group of other friends she’d be safe.
News flash, she was wrong, a conveniently unoccupied classroom providing me with the perfect location, the fact her friends were paying her little attention, affording me the exact opportunity I’d needed, the sound of loud chatter, disguising her muffled protests before I was able to make the now all so familiar claim, “caught in the act”.
“You sneak”, Katie exclaimed with a sigh, once released from my grasp, having turned to face me, seeing the smirk upon my face, undoubtedly spotting the twinkle in my eyes, and rope already hanging from right hand. And yet, her blazer was already slipping off her shoulders. Only to be followed moments later by her tie and shirt, revealing, she’d cheated on our deal ever so slightly, for it wasn’t the view of her breasts in a nice little bra that greeted my hormone driven mind, but rather them cupped in a shiny gold spandex bikini top.
“And you’re a cheater”, I pointed out, signalling she should keep going, should remove her skirt as well, secretly hoping she was wearing the matching bottoms, as truth be told, I’d seen her wearing that very bikini before, had found it very appealing and pretty much as revealing as any underwear she might have chosen.
“Well, still think I’m a cheat, considering I know you liked looking at me wearing this last time”, Katie cheekily asked, whilst giving me a twirl, allowing me the opportunity to see how the top strained against her pert, firm breasts, the bottoms hugged her crotch and pulled against her butt.
Actions, an image, which of course, had easily changed my mind, lead me to eagerly begin the binding, wrists and arms first, breast harness and crotch rope second, followed by ankles, calves and thighs, then, a snug, but not strict hogtie, finishing off with the, obligatory wrapping of silver duct tape over lips.
But that’s where it all could have ended, with four down and only my sister left, for I’d been so busy with the rope work, so distracted by the sight of Katie, clad in that, well, let’s be honest here, seriously sexy little bikini, that I hadn’t heard or noticed the classroom door, hadn’t anticipated that someone was about to confront me, confront us.
“And exactly what’s going on here”, a voice suddenly boomed, moments after the clicking of the door alerted me to another persons presence. A familiar voice had asked sternly, though it was still easy to detect the sweet tones of Miss Vickers, by far the most attractive, most popular teacher in our school.
Below I list a few of you have previously supported my effort, but please if you’d like your name removed, let me know.
[mention]Caesar73[/mention], [mention]slackywacky[/mention], [mention]GreyLord[/mention], [mention]gagged86[/mention], [mention]Mask6190[/mention]
The games that we play.
Part one.
Cautiously I slipped out of the girls changing room, careful not to be seen, glancing back I smiled, content that phase one of operation capture had been a success, that Megan, my sisters friend was securely bound and gagged inside the locked cubicle marked ‘out of order’. Satisfied she knew better than to draw attention to herself, especially in her state of partial undress, her modesty only preserved by a pair of black Lycra panties and pink satin bra.
Casually I wandered down the corridor, going pretty much unnoticed, even as I thoughtfully selected an image of Megan’s lovely face, her lips sealed with several layers of silver duct tape, gently pulled tight and wrapped on top of her shimmering straight brown hair. Though once more I was careful, making sure it could not give away her location, nor the fact she was already partially undressed by the time I made my move, by the time I clamped my hand over her mouth and announced the three key words, “caught in the act”, a signal she was not to resist, that she had been captured, the challenge having been accepted, and the game having begun.
Oh sure, she’d protested ever so slightly at being caught in such a composing position, but I’d merely stated that rules were rules, and she’d agreed to go along with them, which in turn meant she’d end up so scantly clad anyway, also whilst bound and gagged, just as she was about to be, for I’d arrived prepared, carried with me enough supplies to render all my intended victims helpless as events unfolded, while the end of of term fun continued unabashed.
“One down, four to go”, the text simply read, when along side the image of Megan tape gagged the message was sent to the other participants in our little game of capture and transport, transport to the family cabin off in the moors, to celebrate the start of summer, just the six of us, 5 girls, and 1 boy, me.
“You’ll not catch me that easy”, came the response from my sister, who like her friends, was the reason behind the whole idea. Yes that’s right it was all their idea, well almost all their idea, for I had suggested taking advantage of the cabin, with our parents agreement. Though, naturally they didn’t know just what would be occurring both before and after our arrival. Nor why, as the only one of the group old enough to drive, I wanted to borrow the minivan, the girl’s luggage already loaded and stacked.
Similar messages arrived moments later from two more of her friends, Katie, a very beautiful and popular natural blonde, with a wicked sense of humour, and a very naughty side, shared only with those she felt comfortable around, and Lucy, who I have to admit, has a rather unusual dress sense, when not in school uniform. But then I’ve always put that down to her Asian ancestry, her love of cosplay and anime, especially the bondage.
“I’m ready and waiting, you know where”, the last reply boldly stated, and the sender was right I knew where, just like I knew who. For the where was the unused, rundown temporary classrooms sitting at the edge of the schools main building. The who was Ellie, the tallest, oh and most curvaceous, of my sisters friends, with whom, despite her being nearly 2 years my junior, I’d shared some rather passionate kisses and wandering hands, on numerous occasion, in that exact location.
So naturally, she was the next to be “caught in the art”, when after some stealthy movement, knowing there was a need to go unobserved, just like the previous occasions we’d met, I’d slipped in the back door, delighted to see she was already prepared, and indeed ready, having undressed, removed her uniform, of black pleated skirt, grey shirt, black blazer and tie, leaving her in only white nylon panties and bra, white knee length cotton socks also.
“Mmpppphhhhh”, she’d squealed, when, after sneaking up behind, I’d placed one hand over her mouth, while, rapidly the other had snaked its way around her waist, pulling her body tightly against my own. And yet her cute little giggle, the way she wriggled her butt and squirmed playfully, told me she’d know I was there from the start.
“Caught in the act”, I’d whispered in her ear, but only after enjoying a couple of minutes worth of divine squirming, and playful moaning, but hey, who could blame me for that, right. After all wouldn’t you enjoy having the girl you fancy most, grinding their scantly body against your own, wouldn’t you delight in knowing she’s doing it of her own free will.
“Oh you cad, just what do you intend to do with me”, she’d managed to say despite her giggling, the words stolen straight from the script of the recent school play, in which she’d had the staring role. But I need not have worried, for the mischievous grin, the twinkle in her piercing blue eyes gave away her joy at being captured, the kiss upon my lips, told me I’d be having plenty of fun, later.
Though still I had to answer her question, allow her to discover, what, at least a few of the items within the black rucksack, that had, up to point remained slung over my right shoulder might be, had to grant her the opportunity to realise what my intentions may be. And I did, for soon enough just like Megan some 20 minutes earlier, she too as securely trussed up, bound, at the wrists, arms, ankles, calves and thighs, with crotch rope, breast harness, and yes, before you ask, I’d coped a good feel, and hogtie too. Leaving only the need to ensure her luscious lips were encased in layer after layer of silver duct tape, limiting her moans, while I stole the chance to explore just a little, tease only slightly once more, merely to guarantee the worked of course.
“Well that’s two, who’s next, I wonder”, my next text message had enquired, when sent along side another facial image of a suitably gagged girl, this time, of course Ellie, who’d known what was coming, upon seeing me withdraw my smart phone, who’d happily posed, at only the cost of a kiss on her sealed lips, and slow teasing caress of her rope bound the thighs.
“Ha, that’s Ellie, you didn’t catch her, she gave herself away”, Katie’s reply had stated, almost matching the sentiments of my sisters message to the word , and of course, in her case, as you now know, that wasn’t a lie, nor even a thinly disguised trick, for she knew our little secret, had, to her credit, never divulged to anyone, especially our parents, that we were much more than just friends.
“Well you’ll not find me such an easy target”, Lucy’s response had taunted, not knowing, I was already stalking her every move, had been watching her movements, as she’d cut back across the sports field, blissfully aware of her destination, that I’d delighted in seeing her wearing the little black satin shorts, and navy blue swimsuit, even before I slipped back out of the old classrooms. Once satisfied Ellie had been deposited under a long forgotten desk, was safely out of sight should someone take a look, that the door was securely locked, thanks to the key, I’d managed to acquire, in my role as hall monitor.
“Caught in the act”, I’d rapidly blurted out, when having, literally sprinted the length of the schools main building, simply to deposit myself within the dark confines of the walk-in stationary cupboard, I’d taken Lucy completely by surprise, for she’d mistaken believed, having not seen me anywhere around, she was safe. Instantly she’d surrendered herself, as was the agreement, though maybe she was at least a little reluctant to do, for out of all those participating, she was the only one determined to derail, resist and therefore win our little game, our little challenge, was the only one who believed she could rescue the others, spare them from a weekend or more in captivity.
“Well I guess you’d better get on with then”, she’d exclaimed, puffing out her cheeks, hands on hips, with petite little body swaying from side to side as she shifted her weight over each short, toned leg. And of course, who was I to deny her request, how could I not quickly bind her wrists and lower arms, wrap her slender body with strong, unrelenting rope, whilst enjoying the feel of spandex over flat stomach and small pert breasts. How could I not, remove her shorts, for a little added embarrassment, and the application of a stringent crotch rope, linked into her wrist bindings. What was wrong with then binding ankles, calves and thighs, before making sure she was the second to be tightly hogtied. How could I not, seal her lips with layer upon layer of duct tape, for what had become the obligatory face shot, after all, announcements had to be made.
“Tick, tock, we’re down to 2”, my next text had teased, when delivered along with an image, that this time not only showed her face, but also just how helplessly trussed up Lucy had become, for I had no fear her location could be guessed, her rescue enabled, and anyway, the cupboard door was locked behind me, and she’d never reach the catch, let alone the handle.
“Damn you’re far to good at this”, my sisters reply had stated, along with an emoji showing a concerned, worried face, which was true, for there was a reason Katie never responded, as by pure chance she’d stumbled into my grasp, no doubt believing there’d be safety in numbers, that by tagging along behind a group of other friends she’d be safe.
News flash, she was wrong, a conveniently unoccupied classroom providing me with the perfect location, the fact her friends were paying her little attention, affording me the exact opportunity I’d needed, the sound of loud chatter, disguising her muffled protests before I was able to make the now all so familiar claim, “caught in the act”.
“You sneak”, Katie exclaimed with a sigh, once released from my grasp, having turned to face me, seeing the smirk upon my face, undoubtedly spotting the twinkle in my eyes, and rope already hanging from right hand. And yet, her blazer was already slipping off her shoulders. Only to be followed moments later by her tie and shirt, revealing, she’d cheated on our deal ever so slightly, for it wasn’t the view of her breasts in a nice little bra that greeted my hormone driven mind, but rather them cupped in a shiny gold spandex bikini top.
“And you’re a cheater”, I pointed out, signalling she should keep going, should remove her skirt as well, secretly hoping she was wearing the matching bottoms, as truth be told, I’d seen her wearing that very bikini before, had found it very appealing and pretty much as revealing as any underwear she might have chosen.
“Well, still think I’m a cheat, considering I know you liked looking at me wearing this last time”, Katie cheekily asked, whilst giving me a twirl, allowing me the opportunity to see how the top strained against her pert, firm breasts, the bottoms hugged her crotch and pulled against her butt.
Actions, an image, which of course, had easily changed my mind, lead me to eagerly begin the binding, wrists and arms first, breast harness and crotch rope second, followed by ankles, calves and thighs, then, a snug, but not strict hogtie, finishing off with the, obligatory wrapping of silver duct tape over lips.
But that’s where it all could have ended, with four down and only my sister left, for I’d been so busy with the rope work, so distracted by the sight of Katie, clad in that, well, let’s be honest here, seriously sexy little bikini, that I hadn’t heard or noticed the classroom door, hadn’t anticipated that someone was about to confront me, confront us.
“And exactly what’s going on here”, a voice suddenly boomed, moments after the clicking of the door alerted me to another persons presence. A familiar voice had asked sternly, though it was still easy to detect the sweet tones of Miss Vickers, by far the most attractive, most popular teacher in our school.