Twin Bondage

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Twin 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
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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.

Frequently Asked Questions about Bondesque
Bondesque is a bdsm and fetish store on Lake & Lyndale in Minneapolis. With Bondesque, you will find a safe, supportive, and welcoming space in which you can be yourself, explore new possibilities, and embrace your kink. We are committed to the privacy, confidentiality, and safety of our customers. The Bondesque team is dedicated to raising sexual awareness and to cultivating understanding and inclusiveness among people of all backgrounds, lifestyles, identities, and orientations. Bondage Boutique sells only the highest quality gear for men and women, including latex, leather, european fetish attire, steel boned corsets, exclusive shoes, whips, sex swings & aids, unique medical toys, private shopping, parties and classes available for members. What's your safe word? And come be kinky with Bondesque. …
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Bondesque's assortment of adult supplies has always been high quality and is in fact the store I stop at most often for my adult pleasure needs. Over the last two years, I have taken around 10 kink classes from bdsm professionals ranging from physical demonstrations to emotional conversations, educating attendees (beginners and experienced alike) on principles and techniques. The workers practice what they preschool and have always given excellent advice and recommendations.
This place is amazing! I go as often as I can since money is tight but all the workers all have LOTS of knowledge of the products and are happy to help new people learn how to be safe and have a good time! Definitely my favorite sex/BDSM shop!!!
You have to knock on the door to be let in (so Covid safe!) Sanitizer is by the door. Then once you get in, it's a bonanza of sexy clothing (mostly rubbery black and red and lots of leather), sex toys, humongous dildos, whips, paddles, gags, nipple clamps, enema kits, and multiple creepy little stainless steel medical looking devices. We actually asked what one set of tools did (we are so vanilla) and the answer was a bit shocking. One of the employees was wandering about, so innocuous, so ready to help, so knowledable. When we asked some questions about items we wanted to buy that they didn't have, we were told two websites where we could get what we wanted. For another more intimate product we were asked how much pain we wanted. Um, pleasure is more the goal, I guess. Another product we were considering got into the nitty gritty, but the thing is, I felt very safe and comfortable talking to both the tall Russian accented woman dressed all in black, and the innocent looking, portly, white male. This is not a low budget place and for the one item we were buying, the Russian lady said the tag had been switched on and it wasn't $25 it was $40 (a bit frustrating mid ring.) Overall, if you want to explore a non vanilla existence, this is a safe and wonderful place to start!
Staff is very helpful and friendly, they have great Covid precautions in place and a great selection of products.
I love this store so much! And the woman who runs it is the nicest and so helpful. Amazing service. And AMAZING PRODUCTS!!!!! Wearing a corset right now!
I love love love this store. If you're looking for something authentic this is the place to be. Their customer service is out of this world. I always enjoy my time spent there. Some people tend to be skeptical about the pricing of their products but due to everything actually being well-made everything is worth it. If you're trying to figure out if you're into a fetish or not feel free to go soft and cheap in shop at Venus first period after you find what you really love go to the real store where you should have been in the first place.
Fantastic spot for any adult needs! The staff is exceptionally knowledgeable, especially the Eastern European woman who I believe is the owner. She is always so friendly and happy to answer questions and point out the newest technology in the products. I personally appreciate that they don't carry lube with glycerin, which is a sugar derivative and a typical drug store lube staple. It's very irritating and causes a lot of stinging/burning so if you are struggling to find good lube, please check them out! If you are just dipping your toe into experimenting with toys or a professional, whatever your price range, you'll be able to find something at Bondesque. Few other sex shops come close to offering the variety of selection, shop keeper expertise, and overall comfortable sex positive atmosphere as Bondesque. They also offer a discount for students, military, and sex workers- can't complain there!
Amazing selection! I always find something unique when I come here. If you're looking to make a sexy statement this is the store for you. Great customer service, polite and respectful. Very helpful in finding looks that compliment your body. The store is tastefully arranged and well lit, like a funky and high end boutique.
This is The most personable adult store I've been to. Friendly staff with quality products. Even The shy ones would have a pleasant visit. Excellent atmosphere.
Update: Finally received refund 2 days after the promised date with no communication from management. My emails were ignored when I asked on the date promised why I haven't received anything and if it was still going to happen at some point. The woman who I spoke with originally is the only highlight to the store. She did everything she could to solve the issue but management was in the way. If it wasn't for the management I'm sure this would have been resolved promptly. Unfortunately I could not return to the store without concern for issuing them another loan against my will.
I cannot give this place a review that accurately quantifies how bad of an experience I have had with them. I want to like this place, it being one of a few small local businesses in the kink community. I really do, but there is simply nothing to recommend with the way they are doing business. To this day I am still owed over $100 for a purchase that I made a month and a half ago on their online store that I never received. I have email, called, shown up in person to no avail. Supposed refund will be issued in 3 days but have no faith at this point it will happen. After all this is the 4th time I have been told it is being taking care of. Rude workers, non-present ownership or management (basically anyone with the authority to make a decision), and barely an apology. I spent over $300 in my one visit. You would think a little respect could at least be bought for that amount. I guess customer service is an afterthought at best because they know there is no where else to go. I'd pe
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