Well I know you’ve all waited such a long time for an update and for that I humbly apologise, but sadly real life so often gets in the way of fun times. Though of course I hope you’ll all enjoy my efforts and be kind with any thoughts or comments you might leave. While in the meantime knowing I have the next two parts to edit so stay tuned for those in the coming few weeks.
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The games that we play.
Part 12.
It was with a huge smile upon my face, that I’d taken my leave of the securely bound and gagged Julie, as she remained helplessly tied to the poolside recliner, that skimpy little two tone red bikini straining to maintain even a modicum of dignity. Be it down entirely to the strict rope slipped between her legs, or the harness around her more that satisfying breasts, both of which I’d taken the time to caress and touch one last time, in ways I know you can picture, but I can’t possibly describe here and now. Or be it due to the way she’d deliberately been stretched out and placed purposefully on full display, mainly, I admit for my pleasure, my satisfaction, my boyish hormones.
Was with the same huge smile, that unable to resist the urge, I’d wandered back over towards the old stable block, come garage, not only to check on the expected, continued, helplessness of my sister, lashed tightly to the support beam, in just her delightfully revealing shiny black bikini. But also to wickedly tease and torment, trick by allowing her to imagine release was rapidly approaching, and treat by deliberately tugging on her crotch rope, by rather shamefully, and inappropriately caressing her body, not for my gratification but her playful humiliation.
“So it appears to me, it’s very much a case of two mischievous hiders down and merely one left to go, although I imagine this little challenge will be anything but easy for those seeking freedom”, I’d teased, when having had my fun, I finally arrived back at the utility room. My eyes gorging on the sight of the 4 remaining bikini clad beauties stood before me, my thoughts and plans suddenly altered by, not just the matching wardrobe malfunctions that displayed nice little protrusions in the bikini tops, but the goosebumps covering their delicious bodies, the slight shivers they seemed unable to control.
“Though I think, nows the time for a little location change, time for those tasked with locating their troublesome partners in helplessness to feel a warmer experience”, I’d commented, having realised the coldness within the utility room, gave me the perfect opportunity to correct my previous error, offered me the chance to get all three beautiful seekers bound, gagged and blindfolded, all be it quite simplistically, but effectively.
“But of course, you all know such luxuries come at a cost, as nothing comes for free, least of all your movements and options”, I’d added, grateful that mere minutes earlier, having decided to plan ahead, though admittedly not for this particular situation, but rather for the event that would occur once Megan had joined my sister and Julie in a state of serious restraint, I’d retrieved 3 sets of cold, effective steel handcuffs from our supplies, all of which had conveniently been placed on the small shelving unit next to the utility room door.
“Which is why these will come as no surprise, why I’m sure you know just exactly what is expected from yourselves”, I’d taunted while displaying the 3 set of cuffs, while handing one set of cuffs to Lucy in her sexy little black bikini that matched that of my sister, another set to Ellie, the girl I most longed to be alone with, in her metallic pink bikini, and lastly, though only because she stood the furthest away in her sensual white bikini, the final set to Katie.
“Now, now ladies, you know the rules, hands behind the back, and lock them tightly”, I’d chastise when, out of shear mischief, no doubt hoping for a little extra attention, a little increased punishment, as she loves a good spanking, Ellie had pretended to lock her wrists together in front
and not behind.
“See isn’t that much, much better”, I’d goaded having taken the suitably handcuffed trio of seekers from the utility room, whilst making sure I took the opportunity to step behind each one it turn, supposedly to check the security of their restraints. Though you won’t be surprised, I’m sure, should I admit, it was in reality simply an excuse to land a few well placed smacks to their bikini clad butts before giving them a quick stroke, caress and squeeze.
“Ah please don’t sulk, don’t pout my naughty little Megan, for I’ll be back to take care of you soon, real soon”, I’d mocked lightheartedly, when having stopping her from exiting the utility room along with the others, I’d closed the door once more, leaving her all alone in the chilled air.
But still, less than happy or impressed as she may have been from my comments, she knew herself, she’d need not fear being forgotten about, for I had no intention of depriving myself the chance to enjoy every possible second, when binding and gagging, when hiding and concealing, not to mention when caressing and touching.
“You know, I can’t help but think the time has arrived for a little more security, and these should do nicely”, I’d remarked having escorted my 3 bikini clad captives out of the main building, across the courtyard and into the much warmer confines of what passed as an on-site workshop, where our grandfather had kept all his, tools, parts, along side a couple of workbenches and substantial steel framed shelving units too.
“Well, I have to admit it’s always much better once you troublemakers are suitably detained. Wouldn’t you agree?” I’d asked, although they all knew it was a rhetorical question, as only I benefited from their new situation, only I could savour their new level of helplessness. For by the time I’d spoken once more, all three had their backs pressed against the unrelenting steel uprights of the shelving unit that ran almost the full length of the rear wall, ensuring they stood a good 4 feet apart, with their wrist and ankles locked in handcuffs, the short chains passed behind the supports.
“Though, for some reason I just can help but think there’s still a little something missing, a little something that’s guaranteed to leave you wondering what’s going happen next”, I’d suggested, though I wasn’t referring to the addition of a good gag in each of their mouths, as the time for that playful, and not overly unexpected humiliation, would come soon enough, would come when I could enjoy leaving them to wonder just what I’d placed in their mouths, just what felt so soft when in contrast to the multiple wraps of tape that would follow.
“Oh of course, I know what it is, silly me”, I’d scoffed, at their expense naturally, for I’d already reached into my pocked and produced three very nice, very soft, but most importantly, very effective sleep masks, that had, in all honesty been gathered from those pampering kits you get at Christmas. But at least two matched my little captives bikinis in colour, for one was black, another pink, though sadly the last one was, well navy blue.
“My, my don’t you all look so helpless and vulnerable now”, I’d ridiculed, having slipped the last mask in place, over the twinkling, mischievous, suggestive eyes of Ellie, who most certainly wasn’t perturbed by action, who was most certainly wanting a little more attention. And you won’t be surprised to hear that’s exactly what she got, though it’s safe to say, neither of us complained, for I will admit right now, there’s something delightful when you clamp your left hand over a girls mouth, just before she moans with pleasure as you right hand goes exploding. Not that I can divulged more details here, which means you’ll just have imagine what you’d do with the girl you seriously fancy when she’s helpless, vulnerable and wearing only a seriously skimpy metallic pink bikini.
“Really do you always have to make so much noise”, I’d declared, though only having taken a similar amount of advantage of both Lucy in her little black bikini and of course Katie in her white bikini, not that I can say more, yet again. But between you and me, if you promise not to say anything to the sensors and moderators, in the case of all three it involved a good amount of caressing and rubbing, over the top of their bikinis, if you get my drift.
“But not to worry, I know just how to take care of that”, I’d announced, even if, thanks once more to my lapse in judgment, by inability to truly plan ahead, what with those raging hormones and all the excitement of having Miss Vickers join us, I’d neglected to fetch the relevant pairs of panties and roll of tape.
“So if you promise not to go running off, I’ll be back shortly to remedy the problem”, I’d remarked, all be only after another quick bout of hand gagging and well you know what by now, and if you don’t, then where the hell have you been till now.
