Elbow Bondage
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Elbow Bondage
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Artemis took off her sword and armor then massaged her nylon covered legs after a hard day of work. Artemis undid her ponytail and let her hair spread by running her fingers through the pink strands. Knock. Knock. Artemis looked in the mirror. Without her armor, she only had a battle dress and tights. Nothing that would shame the royal families pride if someone saw her. "Come in," Artemis called out. Her bedroom door opened and a servant stood at the door. "My lady," the servant curtsied, "a letter for you." Artemis took the sealed letter from the girl. "Who sent it?" "I got it from the Roc family." The girl replied. Artemis checked the letter for a seal and found a waxed outline of an intimidating bird. "My lady." The girl curtsied and walked away after Artemis closed her door. Artemis broke the wax seal and read the contents of the letter. Knock. Artemis' door opened and in came a younger version of herself wearing a choker. "Letter about the kidnappings?" asked the
Brooke held her phone to her ear, nodding and agreeing with the person on the other line.
"Alright Mrs. Miles, 3 o'clock 'till 8 on Saturday? Okay. I'll see you then!"
Brooke hung up on Martha Miles, as she sat down on her bed. She'd just gotten a call from Martha, asking her to babysit her three children, Thomas, at the age of seven, Kate, who was ten, and Tilly, who was twelve. The seventeen-year-old girl thought she'd struck a goldmine, as Mrs. Miles was paying twenty-five dollars an hour, and she was babysitting for five hours, giving her a total of one-hundred and twenty-five dollars by the end of the day. Brooke grinned, as she texted
I'm 20 years old and I don't babysit as much as I used to but still on occasion do. I have straight, light brunette hair that hangs just past my shoulders, brown eyes and a curvy build. I first started babysitting when I had just turned sixteen, I used to do it regularly, at least once a week, for one family who had three kids, an eight year old, a ten year old and a twelve year old. The ten year old was a girl and the other two were boys, I'll call them Matthew (8), Katie (10) and David (12) rather than telling you their real names. The first few weeks with them went seamlessly, no problems at all, they always did what they were told and mos
The summer was coming to an end. Their was about a month left of school. I soon would begin my 8th grade year. It was sort of depressing as I knew I wouldn't have the same freedom I had in the summer. At this point in my, life I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. My parents were very rich and had a big house.
My parents would soon be leaving on their end of the summer vacation to Las Vegas for two weeks. This unfortunately meant that for all this time, I would have a babysitter. It wasn't all that bad though. My babysitter, Rachel, was very good at entertaining me. She would babysit me every day that both my parents worked and would leave
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My birthday passed a few weeks back and the only thing I wanted was to tie up a damsel. Not for any nasty business. I was always into tying up the opposite sex. Some may say it is too domineering or tying myself a damsel is degrading to the feminine gender. Maybe it is. If you think deep about it. To me though, I never thought tying up a girl was degrading I only thought it was something fun to do when I was little. Now that I am going through puberty, I try not to think about it. I only know what I like, and I am a man lead by my desires. So, when my younger sister started maturing as she entered high school I took note. Mind you, I never took note in the wrong way. I just thought my sister is growing to become a fine young lady.
It started one day when we sat in her room reminiscing about our past. She brought up the past tie-up games. When we were children playing with the neighborhood kids. She reminded me of how I would always tie up the girls in all sorts of ways.
I don't know why, but that pushed a button. I wasn't going to let it show though.
"That is the past." I said, "today is the present."
"Yeah even though you tried so hard in the end you could never keep me tied up," she smiled.
"Bondage," I replied. "I could never keep you in bondage."
I could see the question mark forming above her head. She was still so young, barely in high school and she still knew so little. Maybe I should teach her how much I have improved since then.
After my thoughts, I called out to her. "Haya, how about you..." I stopped, I was having second thoughts.
My mind retreated to think some more. I cannot possibly tie her up. She is my little sister. When I see a girl tied up I get stimulated and immediately have indecent thoughts. She is family. I can't do that to her.
We talked for a bit more. Our relationship was always close, because we had to team up as kids to face others. We stuck together and I am glad we were still close.
A few days later. Haya came to my room in an outfit I would never forget. She wore a white lacey dress and her long legs were clad in white tights. It was the same outfit from church a few days ago. The look of tights on a girls legs always got me stimulated. She wanted to talk about something, but my eyes are focused on her legs and my mind is thinking of ways to con her into being tied up. Wait I shouldn't tie her up. If I don't do it now when will I? This is the perfect chance. No she is my sister. She is a human being and she has a right to say no. Ask her about playing the old tie up game. Actually that sounds too childish. Just don't over think this and...
"Brother?" Haya called out to me, "are you listening?"
"Uhh yeah, you were talking about school." I paused, "I think."
"Not even close," she said, "also look at my eyes when we have a conversation."
"Yeah sure." I thought, might as well try . Looking at her eyes I asked. "Do you want to be tied up?"
Dang. That was too direct. Whatever go with it. "You know, like the games we played as kids."
"You mean the one where you tied me up?" She asked.
"Yeah. I tie you up and..." Hold it what did I do after I tied the girls? I guess watch them escape or let them struggle while hanging out with the guys.
"If it is not today then I probably won't ever tie you again." I said as my face felt hot.
"Sorry, I just don't want to be tied." She said, then she turned and left the room.
I watched as her knee length dress swished and went through my door. Her white nylon legs and feet took steps out of my room and I heard her go back to hers. My last hope ended with her closing her door. Or did it. There is no one else home right now. I could, perhaps ask her again.
Making up my mind I grabbed some cotton rope. The ones I used back in my elementary days of tying up the neighborhood girls. Then I went to her room.
Closing the door behind me, Haya didn't looked up from her Mac book. She sat on the opposite side of the room. Her back against her bed frame and the Mac placed atop her lap. Her dirty white feet pointed towards me as she continued with whatever she was doing on her Mac.
"Still want to tie me up?" She said simply.
"Yes," I said, "I want to tie you up."
The light on her face paused before distorting with different colors. I assume she is scrolling through some website.
"As I told you before I don't want to be tied up."
"That is okay." I said trying to calm my emotions "A bit disappointing. I remember you asking me to always tie you up when you were younger."
"That is because you seemed happy when you tied someone up." She said. Still not looking at me.
"So you wanted to make me happy?" I asked.
"It is the past." She said, "presently I don't want to be tied up."
"Cool." I shrugged, letting my inner turmoil run wild, "you're not supposed to want to be tied."
Haya paused then realization dawned on her. She put her Mac aside while I pulled rope out of my pocket. We stared at each other before making a move. She tried to run past me and out through the door. Not on my watch. She squealed as I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into the air before dumping her on the bed. She turned on the bed and tried to get away from me. Bad choice. Never show your back to an opponent. I grabbed at her pure white feet. More squealing came from her as I dragged her towards me. Her nylon clad ankles felt amazing. The feeling of flesh covered in nylon is always divine. Holding both her ankles in one hand I started tying them together. Haya started kicking and when that didn't work she got on her knees to push me away. I put her ankles above my head then turn around so her waist is on top of my shoulder while her legs are in front of me. Ignoring the stimulation that comes from feeling her legs clad in tights against my skin. I bind her ankles together before cinching them. I do this in under a minute. Good thing too as Haya figured out she has long nails and now knows where to put them. I throw her legs off me. She quickly tries to untie her ankles.
I push her down and flip her onto her belly. Straddling her back I take both her arms. I place my legs under her armpits and above her head. Crossing my ankles together I hold her arms in a joint lock with my legs. Her head is stuffed into her mattress from the weight of my feet on her head. She mumbles something, but I am too focused to hear it. I take her arms and wrists into my hands and tie them together. First I tie her elbows. Then her wrists which was hard considering she loves scratching and holding onto any loose rope to stall her inevitable predicament. Using generous amounts of rope for both I also cinch them. Elbow ropes are tricky because they can slip off and cause damage if the damsel is not flexible. Haya is somewhat flexible so I don't make her elbows touch. Instead I take more rope and tie it around her elbow rope. I then take that rope and go under her armpit, behind her neck, under her other armpit, and back to her elbow rope. Now the elbow rope won't slip downward. I take more rope and connect her wrists to her elbows. Now there won't be any slippage at all. The only way to escape from this is to push off the rope atop her shoulders, before working on the other rope, but I doubt she knows that.
Now I step off my little sister to admire my rope work as well as her almost fully developed curves.
Haya grunts, "I hope you had your fun."
She struggles in her bonds while I mover all her papers and other items from her bed to her desk. When done I take a moment to admire her figure squirming around on her bed. Her legs look amazing. The porcelain white tights stretches to reveal tan skin with each struggle.
"Like what you see?" She asked while glaring.
Soon she stops and shows signs of defeat.
"How long do I have to stay like this?" She asked.
I don't answer. Instead I run to restock on rope. When I get back. I see Haya halfway to grabbing some scissors from her desk. I silently approach her and take the scissors away while she squeals in surprise. I then push her back onto the bed tie her wrists to her waist. I then tie her legs together a bit above her knees before flipping her onto her belly and putting her in a hogtie by connecting her ankles to her wrists.
"Aren't you going to say something?" She asks.
I contemplate what to say while the steam in my head clears. Taking control of my emotions again I begin to touch her nylon feet.
"You look really good tied up like this." I said tracing my finger along her dirty white foots sole. She spasms and tries to kick me before realizing she can't. Instead she moves her foot away from me.
She remains silent as I chase after her feet. Finally grabbing her white as snow ankles, I begin tickling her.
Between spasms she said, "how long do I have to stay tied like this."
I stop and let go of her ankles before asking a question. "Do you not like this?"
She tries to look at me. Since I am close to her feet she has to roll onto her side. Her hands pinned behind her back. Her feet forced into an arch. And finally her skirt hiked up enough for me to see her white thighs.
"I don't particularly mind." She said.
"In that case I will keep you until I can get you to say uncle." I said.
"Okay. But what if I say uncle right now?" She asked.
"Un.." She started and I interrupted.
"I will release you from this tie and tie you up another way." I smiled.
She glared. "This is going to be a long day."
"Come on, you're enjoying this as much as I am." I said.
"The world will never know." She said before submitting to her fate.
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I know this is a site dedicated to mothers being tied up but my story is about my aunt Kristie. The story took place about 10 years ago and it was the only time I ever got to tie her up. It was the summer before my freshmen year in high school and Aunt Kristie was about 38 or 39. My mom and dad went out of town for the weekend to attend the wedding of a family friend and they asked Kristie if she would stay the weekend with me at our house. Aunt Kristie and I had a very good relationship. She was extremely fun loving but she always drew a line with how far things could go. In so many ways she was like a second mom. I had, and still do have, a great deal of respect for her. To this day, she is still my favorite aunt. Mom and dad left for the wedding Friday afternoon and when I got home, Aunt Kristie had not arrived yet. She worked in the clothing department at a store in the mall. She always dressed very nice and elegant. I guess I should describe her. Is is about 5'10" and maybe 130 lbs. She has dark hair, which she usually keeps at medium length. She was an athlete in college and kept herself in great shape. I thought it was cool that my friends thought she was hot. At the time, I knew nothing about bondage or anything like that. I had never looked up anything on the web. All I knew was that I really liked seeing women tied up in movies and TV. Like any kid, when I was younger, we played tied up games and such with the neighbor girls. But that was when I was 8,9, and 10. Before the situation with Aunt Kristie, the last time I had tied up someone was a few summers before. The girls complained that they could never get free when I tied them up, so they stopped playing...plus we got older and became interested in other things than "kid games". After I got home, I did my usual, I showered, grabbed a bite to eat, and began watching a little TV. Aunt Kristie would be getting home around 4:30 with pizza and a few DVD's. Nothing good was on TV and I did a bunch of channel changing. I finally decided to leave the TV on a channel that was playing "old" movies (remember, it was 2003 so any movie made before 1990 is old to me lol). A new movie was about to start and at that moment Aunt Kristie arrived home. I went into the kitchen to greet her. I was happy to see her for several reason. I liked her a great deal, she had pizza, and most of all, she had DVDs. I have to admit, I did notice how good she looked. She was wearing a black form fitting dress, sheer black hose, and black heels. I jokingly told her that if i took a picture of her, my friends would pay a million dollars for a copy. She laughed and said something about retiring early. I put a few slices of pizza on my plate, grabbed the DVDs and headed back into the living room. When I saw what was on TV I almost dropped my plate. There was a guy tying up a bunch of women. I think I froze as I was starring at the TV because I didn't even notice Aunt Kristie had moved past me and took a seat on the couch. But I do remember her saying, "Oh, Terror Among Us. I haven't seen this in ages. It use to give me the creeps." I was in shock as I took a seat. The guy has several beautiful ladies tied up at one time. Needless to say, I was so so happy and I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. I loved the scene but I didn't like the part where the blonde lady (Sarah Purcell) hopped across the room and jumped out the window to attract attention. But besides that, WOW...what a scene. Well, I have to admit; as the scene was playing out, I started to think about Aunt Kristie tied up. I had never thought like that before but watching that scene make me visualize her bound and gagged. My mind began racing, trying to come up with ways of getting her to let me tie her up. Understand, I don't remember exactly how the conversation that followed went, but it was something like this: A commercial came on and I asked her why the movie always creeped her out. She said something about how scary it would be to be tied up, gagged and threatened by a strange man. I told her that seeing that I care for her safety, she should practice being tied up and trying to get free. She laughed it off. But I persisted. I remember making a comment about how I bet she could free herself in no time seeing that she worked out all the time and was in great shape. Finally, she looked at me and with a serious look on her face she said, "why do you want to tie me up so bad?" I was a little nervous a first because she looked like she was annoyed. I said the first thing that came to my mind. I told her about the tie up games we use to play with the neighbor girls and how they couldn't get free. I just thought it would be cool to see if I could tie her her and see if she was able to get free...plus, it would be good practice for her incase the department store got robbed. She laughed it off and said, "I don't think so." With that, she got up off the couch, smiled at me, rubbed my head and headed into the kitchen. I felt so stupid and totally embarrassed. I felt like a fool. A few minutes passed and Aunt Kristie came back in the room. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. Again, she had a semi-serious look on her face. I felt a lecture coming on. She sat down and said, "There have to be rules." I had no clue as to what she meant. I thought she meant rules about our relationship. Then she said words I will never forget, "If I tell you it's too tight, you have to loosen it up." My heart raced...she was going to let me tie her up!!!! She said she thought about it and as long as I didn't go overboard, I could "help her practice." I literally jumped off the chair and began to thank her a million times. I promised her that I would r
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