Marc Anthony : 01 - A fun weekend (f/m)
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01 - A fun weekend
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By Marc Anthony
Monday, January 23rd 2006 - 08:48:58 PM
A fun weekend Part 1
Here is my story. Let me know if you want more detail or any thing.
Let me know how I could have made it better and I will put that in my next story(ies).
Last Saturday I went over to my girl friends house. She had to attend a very formal dinner, and not only was I going, but she wanted me to give her advise on how to dress. I brought along my dress clothes in a bag but I had on my dress socks, because they are comfortable, and it was less to bring along. She has rope at her house from pass experiences but as far as I knew she had lost them. (For shame)
So I arrived over there and the fist thing she did was put on her fashion show. She's about 5'6" or so, brown hair, greenish blue eyes, nice legs and a very curvy and full body, that was heighten by the tight dresses she was wearing, that showed her off quiet well I thought. Then me in black dress socks, blue jeans, and a salt and pepper black shirt, shaggy dirty blond hair and green eyes.
I watched her fashion show and made my comments, finely deciding on a pretty black dress and white shawl. She took her clothes back into her room, and came out in a tight red shirt and short black pants - by now I was very pleased that she was my girl friend and not someone else's. She laughed at my black socks, and pulled them off saying I looked silly. I took the sock she pulled off and hid my other foot under my leg.
"It might look silly but I bet it would make a good gag" I said as I pulled it around her head - it wasn't long enough. She pulled back and laughed saying it wouldn't be that easy. Then sat back on the couch, I had no rope and as such sadly sat back on the couch as well.
After a few minutes she told me to get up and change the channel, because the remote wasn't working. I took it and pushed the buttons but nothing - (Later I found out that the batteries weren't even in the thing) so being a gentlemen I got up and changed the channel. Not thinking anything I bent down and started pushing buttons.
"I'll tell you went to stop" she said.
As I pushed I realized that it had gotten quiet in the room, so I turned around to see what was up. There was Katie inches away already in the air. We went down in a slide; I got the worst of it cuz I was on the bottom.
"You all right?" she asked as she held me down and pulled my wrists behind my back. Tighter and tighter she pulled the binds tying it all of well away from my fingers. Then she went to my ankles. I saw this a little; using a uni knot she tied both ankles together, then wrapped the rope around and around horizontally, then between my ankles vertically. Some times the simplest things are the best and that was true in this case.
"Ha, now it's torture time" she said, leaving me in the middle of the living room and running into hers. "Not good" I though.
I have home work to do and don't want to be up late so I'm going to leave y'all for now, but I shall return. Let me know if its good and you want to hear more.
Also anyone that wants to talk or trade pic's, or NE Thing that i missed, email me.
(By the way im 16 and so is she.)
Marc Anthony
moptop22@att.net
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Wednesday, January 25th 2006 - 09:07:03 PM
A fun weekend part 2
So when I left y'all I had been tied up and Katie had left me on the living room floor, tied and gagged with a blue bandana, and one of the black dress socks I had been wearing. (see fun weekend part 1) I had used it and so it wasn't clean, but it didn't taste too bad. And off she had run to her room, I knew this wouldn't be a good thing for me. She came out with a strip of cloth I had given her earlier. She blindfolded me and dragged/ helped me hop into her room.
"Don't run me into anything" I said, but with the gag it sounded like noise, and she couldn't understand me. I was drug to her bed and dropped there to struggle.
"Alright" she said, "you have 5 min to get out before the fun starts."
I was sure the fun wouldn't be fun for me, so I began to struggle and squirm. She had done a very good job, my wrists were behind my back tied side by side, with the knots well away from my prying fingers. And my ankles tied together much in the same way, with the rope running around my legs then between them. Plus the gag and blind fold. I squirmed and mmmmmppphhhhed and managed to loosen the binds. "HA! I don't think so" she said and proceeded to wrap tape around the ties. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT THAT EASY. For that I'm gunna start your torture now". And she ran out of the room. I struggled harder wondering what she had planed and plotting my own plans.
A camera click alerted me to her being back.
"Oh, don't stop squirming cuz I'm here now" she said and I could hear her smile. She took several more pictures with her phone before; her mom came in to see what we were doing.
"oh", she said and I could feel my face getting red, "is marcey tied up?" she said, despite the obvious.
"yeah" Katie said, "he was being a bad boy and so now he's gonna be punished".
"Ok but be careful" she called and left.
I couldn't believe it and for a second I wished my mom was so ok with tying as her mom was. This was all forgotten though when the ice wend down my shirt. It was cold, and had there not been a gag covering my mouth I would have sucked in my breath. "MMMMMMMMMMM" I moaned. Katie laughed as she put another cube down my pants, making me colder, thought I wouldn't have thought it possible.
And this is just stage one she laughed as she moved the ice in my shirt around on my back. Leaving the ice in my pants to melt on its own and leave a big wet spot.
After the ice had melted she asked how I was and I "mmmmmpppphhhhed" back. "Does that mean you're ok?" she asked and I nodded, I was more than ok, but I was also cold.
She helped me stand up and then started working something up my legs, I would latter find it out to be a skirt. Then she left me standing there with threats of punishment, if I didn't stay in place. She came back with a bra and proceeded to fit it on me. She was smiling and laughing as she worked, and once again I thought of revenge.
There is a little more for n e one that wants me to post it. let me know if you want to hear it.
Marc Anthony
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - A fun weekend
Story index at the bottom
By Marc Anthony
Monday, January 23rd 2006 - 08:48:58 PM
A fun weekend Part 1
Here is my story. Let me know if you want more detail or any thing.
Let me know how I could have made it better and I will put that in my next story(ies).
Last Saturday I went over to my girl friends house. She had to attend a very formal dinner, and not only was I going, but she wanted me to give her advise on how to dress. I brought along my dress clothes in a bag but I had on my dress socks, because they are comfortable, and it was less to bring along. She has rope at her house from pass experiences but as far as I knew she had lost them. (For shame)
So I arrived over there and the fist thing she did was put on her fashion show. She's about 5'6" or so, brown hair, greenish blue eyes, nice legs and a very curvy and full body, that was heighten by the tight dresses she was wearing, that showed her off quiet well I thought. Then me in black dress socks, blue jeans, and a salt and pepper black shirt, shaggy dirty blond hair and green eyes.
I watched her fashion show and made my comments, finely deciding on a pretty black dress and white shawl. She took her clothes back into her room, and came out in a tight red shirt and short black pants - by now I was very pleased that she was my girl friend and not someone else's. She laughed at my black socks, and pulled them off saying I looked silly. I took the sock she pulled off and hid my other foot under my leg.
"It might look silly but I bet it would make a good gag" I said as I pulled it around her head - it wasn't long enough. She pulled back and laughed saying it wouldn't be that easy. Then sat back on the couch, I had no rope and as such sadly sat back on the couch as well.
After a few minutes she told me to get up and change the channel, because the remote wasn't working. I took it and pushed the buttons but nothing - (Later I found out that the batteries weren't even in the thing) so being a gentlemen I got up and changed the channel. Not thinking anything I bent down and started pushing buttons.
"I'll tell you went to stop" she said.
As I pushed I realized that it had gotten quiet in the room, so I turned around to see what was up. There was Katie inches away already in the air. We went down in a slide; I got the worst of it cuz I was on the bottom.
"You all right?" she asked as she held me down and pulled my wrists behind my back. Tighter and tighter she pulled the binds tying it all of well away from my fingers. Then she went to my ankles. I saw this a little; using a uni knot she tied both ankles together, then wrapped the rope around and around horizontally, then between my ankles vertically. Some times the simplest things are the best and that was true in this case.
"Ha, now it's torture time" she said, leaving me in the middle of the living room and running into hers. "Not good" I though.
I have home work to do and don't want to be up late so I'm going to leave y'all for now, but I shall return. Let me know if its good and you want to hear more.
Also anyone that wants to talk or trade pic's, or NE Thing that i missed, email me.
(By the way im 16 and so is she.)
Marc Anthony
moptop22@att.net
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Wednesday, January 25th 2006 - 09:07:03 PM
A fun weekend part 2
So when I left y'all I had been tied up and Katie had left me on the living room floor, tied and gagged with a blue bandana, and one of the black dress socks I had been wearing. (see fun weekend part 1) I had used it and so it wasn't clean, but it didn't taste too bad. And off she had run to her room, I knew this wouldn't be a good thing for me. She came out with a strip of cloth I had given her earlier. She blindfolded me and dragged/ helped me hop into her room.
"Don't run me into anything" I said, but with the gag it sounded like noise, and she couldn't understand me. I was drug to her bed and dropped there to struggle.
"Alright" she said, "you have 5 min to get out before the fun starts."
I was sure the fun wouldn't be fun for me, so I began to struggle and squirm. She had done a very good job, my wrists were behind my back tied side by side, with the knots well away from my prying fingers. And my ankles tied together much in the same way, with the rope running around my legs then between them. Plus the gag and blind fold. I squirmed and mmmmmppphhhhed and managed to loosen the binds. "HA! I don't think so" she said and proceeded to wrap tape around the ties. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT THAT EASY. For that I'm gunna start your torture now". And she ran out of the room. I struggled harder wondering what she had planed and plotting my own plans.
A camera click alerted me to her being back.
"Oh, don't stop squirming cuz I'm here now" she said and I could hear her smile. She took several more pictures with her phone before; her mom came in to see what we were doing.
"oh", she said and I could feel my face getting red, "is marcey tied up?" she said, despite the obvious.
"yeah" Katie said, "he was being a bad boy and so now he's gonna be punished".
"Ok but be careful" she called and left.
I couldn't believe it and for a second I wished my mom was so ok with tying as her mom was. This was all forgotten though when the ice wend down my shirt. It was cold, and had there not been a gag covering my mouth I would have sucked in my breath. "MMMMMMMMMMM" I moaned. Katie laughed as she put another cube down my pants, making me colder, thought I wouldn't have thought it possible.
And this is just stage one she laughed as she moved the ice in my shirt around on my back. Leaving the ice in my pants to melt on its own and leave a big wet spot.
After the ice had melted she asked how I was and I "mmmmmpppphhhhed" back. "Does that mean you're ok?" she asked and I nodded, I was more than ok, but I was also cold.
She helped me stand up and then started working something up my legs, I would latter find it out to be a skirt. Then she left me standing there with threats of punishment, if I didn't stay in place. She came back with a bra and proceeded to fit it on me. She was smiling and laughing as she worked, and once again I thought of revenge.
There is a little more for n e one that wants me to post it. let me know if you want to hear it.
Marc Anthony
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- 01 - A fun weekend (f/m)
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