Daughters and their mother. ff/F par two is up m/ff
Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2020 10:50 pm
Request by Mask6190
Claire Donovan sits in her home office trying to make sense of a few logistics papers rubbing the crease in her brow. Her deep red hair bound tight in a thick bun at the back of her neck. Deciding it was the cause of her headache she unpinned the bun and let her hair down into the thick braids she had wound it in.
Dressed in a peach-colored blouse and smokey grey skirt. Her legs glistening in the sleek nude hose. Her feet growing tired of the black inch heels. Her gaze turns to her fifteen-year-old daughter. Sophie.
Entering the room dressed in jean shorts and short sleeve shirt and blue and pink ankle socks (because she needs to be hip) approaches Claire's side and speaks calmly.
“Mom, could I borrow a skirt from your dresser?†Claire turns to her daughter curiously at thirty-four years old Claire considered herself definitely heavier than her youngest daughter who did not weigh more than ninety pounds.
“It is for a school play, I plan on using my own belt to keep it up†Claire sits back looking to her daughter for a moment before saying.
“We will see†Sophie whines rolling her eyes walking from the room Sophie marches out of the room. Shaking her head Claire went back to work.
a few minutes later.
Sophie was angrily stewing in the livingroom. Her strawberry blond hair hung just above her shoulders as she sat forward hands on her knees. She had been so excited to use her mother's skirt for the play.
It would work perfectly for the fifties style they were going for everything from the smooth looking Fedora’s the whole nine yards. The closest skirt she had in comparison was far too high the school would not allow her to wear it for her day dress. Let alone a school play. Growling Sophies' mood did not improve upon the sight of her older sister Eliza.
Seventeen years old long brown hair was draped down well behind her back. All too happy and pleased with herself.
“Hey little sis... someone is looking crankyâ€
“I am angry Eliza leave me alone...â€
“I heard... some of your mopings... I know a way we can get into mom's closet†her sister's eyebrow arched with a grin on her lips. Eliza was a lean girl but a beautiful developing body.
Sitting down beside her sister she grins looking over her shoulder. Sophie inches closer.
“You grab the old camera, I am going to grab my bag†Sophie raced to do what her sister had suggested. When she came back down Eliza had her backpack slugged over her shoulder while Sophie held the camera.
“Alright follow my lead okay†Eliza speaks grinning as she straightens backpack in hand.
“Hi, mom whatcha doing?â€
“Finishing up some work sweetheart you will need to wait a little while before you can use your laptop†her mother spoke as if she was on a pre-recorded audio track. Annoying Eliza to no end.
“This isn’t about that... not yet anyway I was wondering uhm well I was hoping I could get your help with somethingâ€
Claire’s eyebrows arched in amazement Eliza had reached the point of she knew best she knew everything she did not need the words of wisdom from her mother. Instantly Chalire was suspicious.
“with what sweetheart†Claire said alerting Eliza to her suspicion. Meanwhile, Sophie hung back around the corner listening to her sister and mother talk.
“I have this English assignment where I need to try and reproduce an older classic style advertisement. Everyone is just taking little things like watches and phones and trying to show it in the old bright matte colors, I thought of something different†Claire now turned very curious as to what Eliza was talking about.
“My thought was a short, very short commercial scene from a Saturday morning show like the littlest hobo or the jetsonsâ€
“Do you mean kind of cartoony?†Claire asks and her daughter responds “I have a classmate helping me with a voice-over, I just need you to sit for me and follow a few directionsâ€
“What are we shooting?â€
“So you will help†excitement filled Eliza as she inched closer and Claire looks over her daughter skeptically before nodding.
‘Yes I will help you†Eliza grins and smiles
“Alright, I am going to get Sophie to help me I’ll be right back†Claire nods quizzically as her daughter scurries off. Surely a short video couldn’t be so bad. Maybe it was just a harmless prank or something.
“Alright, mom lets get you ready?â€
“Do you want me to change into something different?†Claire asked trying to see her daughter react strangely but she shrugged
“no that outfit should be okay can you do up the top two buttons please?†the please had really caught Claire off guard. But obliged. Fastening the top two buttons she looks to her daughters as they pull lengths of rope and twine from their bag.
“What are you doing with that?â€
“Oh relax mom it is just a little rope I borrowed from my buddy the one doing the voiceover... the commercial is showing a charming damsel in distress in danger calling out for a hero to rescue her†Eliza spoke when Sophie says quietly “a teaser trailer, to keep the kids on the edge of their seatsâ€
“Yeah totally†Eliza unravels the coil of rope and hands Sophie a length.
“I will show you how to tie her wrists then you do the same to her ankles†Claire watches as her daughters descend upon her. Carefully Eliza nudges Claire forward and with careful attention not to make it awkward or painfully cross her wrists behind her back.
Taking the silk fabric rope. Sophie watched as Eliza first makes a loop then wraps the loop around her wrists pulling it good and tight. Her older sister took the length of rope remaining and began to wind it around like it was crawling up her wrists. Knotting the rope at the edge of her sleeve.
“Okay, you go for her ankles there Sophie I will start on her elbowsâ€
“Elbows is all that necessary?†Claire asks. Testing her wrists alone she could not move them apart. It was quite uncomfortable trying to move her forearms between the arms of the office chair.
“We will need to have lots of rope to really sell the damsel aspect its one thing to have a picture of a woman in a chair her hands behind her back. But the show of ropes all over the same woman... gives people the mindful layout... like, oh she’s tied up and she doesn’t wannabe†Sophies explanation made very little sense but Claire went along with it.
Sophie had crossed her ankles and was looking over the pantyhose binding the rope snuggly in the same general style as her sister had done.
“Sophie, I was thinking you wanted to wear my little blue skirt right?â€
“It’s okay mom I’ll live†Sophie retorts her little fingers digging deep into the rope to bind the know where she could hardly reach them herself.
“Okay I got her ankles†standing up the fourteen-year-old stands beside her mother and Eliza asks for help with the longest stretch of rope.
“Above and below her bosomâ€
“Okay girls I really have to protest ankles and wrist fine elbows maybe but the rope around my chest this is not some type of sick perv film is it?â€
“Lord no yuck!†Sophie replies disgust thick in her pitch and Eliza turns to her mother “why do you think I asked for you to button up your blouse mother so you do not get rope marks on your chest skin, now I am going to pin you to the chair to show you can’t move aroundâ€
“I can’t move as it is!†Claire protests looking up to her oldest daughter. Moving awkwardly to peer over her own shoulder.
“Eliza comes on this is enough!â€
“Almost done mother, Sophie takes this last strand and bind her knees too please†Sophie took the last length of white rope and began to bind her mother's knees pulling the joints together Sophie looped above the knees before cinching it snugly keeping her knees together.
“Alright, let's get a look at our model Sophie†Eliza pulls her sister away to gawk at their mother. Amusement plain on Sophie’s small grinning face.
The teenage girls had taken their mother and had her now bound ankles, knees below her bosom, and above her arms tucked harshly behind her back by her elbows and wrists. Her hair and face were undisturbed by their bondage
Their victim, however. Was growing more and more annoyed and anxious to have the binds taken off and Claire turns to her girls.
‘Alright okay, you have me tied up to get the camera out and start filming whatever you need the sooner this is over the sooner...ah this is really uncomfortable you guys†Eliza turns to Sophia
“One thing is missing?â€
“The cloth thing that goes over the victim's mouthâ€
“The gag yes†Eliza agrees with her sister before kneeling down rifling through her bag to produce a pair of socks and a roll of white wrap.
‘Vet wrap, if it is gentle enough to use on horses it should be gentle enough for us right†Eliza smiles and Sophie takes the socks and approaches their mother. Who fought as valiantly as she could but tied down to the chair as she was.
When Sophie and Eliza were finished with the wrap and socks. Claire’s mouth was filled with weird tasting cloth soaking up all the saliva in her mouth and five layers of vet wrap encircling her head from her neck all the way up just below her nose.
“That looks like one of those gags on the shows, alright let's get started†Sophie took the camera while Eliza explained to her mother what she had wanted from her.
“I want you to wiggle around try to move your arms legs look around eyes wide like your panicking okay?†Claire rolls her eyes but nods. Sophie got the camera ready holding it Eliza directs her sister the way she wants the film to commence.
Starting with a close-up. Sophie drew back slowly. Eliza nods before signaling her mother to wiggle. Rising up as high as she could Claire began to shuffle her arms from side to side. Kicking her legs and wiggling her feet. Turning her head and gag talking.
“Hephf helphf plphf hphf!†her blue eyes wide calling out in fear she wiggles herself around on the chair looking down on her feet as she wiggled her ankles. Her daughters had done a very good job of tying her up. She had expected maybe a long rope around her body. Not several ropes are strategically placed around her most flexible places.
Five minutes later.
Eliza had taken control of the camera herself and began to move around the room getting the different angles of their mother's form. Smiling as she had kept their mother occupied for a while. The charade did not need to continue.
“Alright, that should do it... thank you, mamma, now the bad newsâ€
“Huphf!â€
“We did not need this footage, we did not even need to tie you up, we just wanted a way to get you out of our way as Sophie sneaks that skirt and I get a good chance to try on that burgundy dress†Eliza sets the camera safely in the camera case before leaving.
“Epha gephf baphf hphf utiphf mphf phiphf mophfephf!†shaking in her chair Claire struggles to get free this time putting real power behind her movements each one did nothing except pain the part of her body the ropes clung to or ware her out. It was only a couple of minutes before she had to lay back into her chair heaving air as she could not get anything out of her mouth. When she noticed it.
The gleam of a lense on the other side of the house. The neighbor boy! She realized she may have a saving grace after all. Wiggling closer to the window she began to call out.
“Pleaph phee mmm, plphf!†calling out did not do anything but cause and ache in her throat as she wiggled and squirmed trying to cause attention. Then the lens moved and the person behind them put the lens down. Oh, thank the lord someone was coming.
Claire Donovan sits in her home office trying to make sense of a few logistics papers rubbing the crease in her brow. Her deep red hair bound tight in a thick bun at the back of her neck. Deciding it was the cause of her headache she unpinned the bun and let her hair down into the thick braids she had wound it in.
Dressed in a peach-colored blouse and smokey grey skirt. Her legs glistening in the sleek nude hose. Her feet growing tired of the black inch heels. Her gaze turns to her fifteen-year-old daughter. Sophie.
Entering the room dressed in jean shorts and short sleeve shirt and blue and pink ankle socks (because she needs to be hip) approaches Claire's side and speaks calmly.
“Mom, could I borrow a skirt from your dresser?†Claire turns to her daughter curiously at thirty-four years old Claire considered herself definitely heavier than her youngest daughter who did not weigh more than ninety pounds.
“It is for a school play, I plan on using my own belt to keep it up†Claire sits back looking to her daughter for a moment before saying.
“We will see†Sophie whines rolling her eyes walking from the room Sophie marches out of the room. Shaking her head Claire went back to work.
a few minutes later.
Sophie was angrily stewing in the livingroom. Her strawberry blond hair hung just above her shoulders as she sat forward hands on her knees. She had been so excited to use her mother's skirt for the play.
It would work perfectly for the fifties style they were going for everything from the smooth looking Fedora’s the whole nine yards. The closest skirt she had in comparison was far too high the school would not allow her to wear it for her day dress. Let alone a school play. Growling Sophies' mood did not improve upon the sight of her older sister Eliza.
Seventeen years old long brown hair was draped down well behind her back. All too happy and pleased with herself.
“Hey little sis... someone is looking crankyâ€
“I am angry Eliza leave me alone...â€
“I heard... some of your mopings... I know a way we can get into mom's closet†her sister's eyebrow arched with a grin on her lips. Eliza was a lean girl but a beautiful developing body.
Sitting down beside her sister she grins looking over her shoulder. Sophie inches closer.
“You grab the old camera, I am going to grab my bag†Sophie raced to do what her sister had suggested. When she came back down Eliza had her backpack slugged over her shoulder while Sophie held the camera.
“Alright follow my lead okay†Eliza speaks grinning as she straightens backpack in hand.
“Hi, mom whatcha doing?â€
“Finishing up some work sweetheart you will need to wait a little while before you can use your laptop†her mother spoke as if she was on a pre-recorded audio track. Annoying Eliza to no end.
“This isn’t about that... not yet anyway I was wondering uhm well I was hoping I could get your help with somethingâ€
Claire’s eyebrows arched in amazement Eliza had reached the point of she knew best she knew everything she did not need the words of wisdom from her mother. Instantly Chalire was suspicious.
“with what sweetheart†Claire said alerting Eliza to her suspicion. Meanwhile, Sophie hung back around the corner listening to her sister and mother talk.
“I have this English assignment where I need to try and reproduce an older classic style advertisement. Everyone is just taking little things like watches and phones and trying to show it in the old bright matte colors, I thought of something different†Claire now turned very curious as to what Eliza was talking about.
“My thought was a short, very short commercial scene from a Saturday morning show like the littlest hobo or the jetsonsâ€
“Do you mean kind of cartoony?†Claire asks and her daughter responds “I have a classmate helping me with a voice-over, I just need you to sit for me and follow a few directionsâ€
“What are we shooting?â€
“So you will help†excitement filled Eliza as she inched closer and Claire looks over her daughter skeptically before nodding.
‘Yes I will help you†Eliza grins and smiles
“Alright, I am going to get Sophie to help me I’ll be right back†Claire nods quizzically as her daughter scurries off. Surely a short video couldn’t be so bad. Maybe it was just a harmless prank or something.
“Alright, mom lets get you ready?â€
“Do you want me to change into something different?†Claire asked trying to see her daughter react strangely but she shrugged
“no that outfit should be okay can you do up the top two buttons please?†the please had really caught Claire off guard. But obliged. Fastening the top two buttons she looks to her daughters as they pull lengths of rope and twine from their bag.
“What are you doing with that?â€
“Oh relax mom it is just a little rope I borrowed from my buddy the one doing the voiceover... the commercial is showing a charming damsel in distress in danger calling out for a hero to rescue her†Eliza spoke when Sophie says quietly “a teaser trailer, to keep the kids on the edge of their seatsâ€
“Yeah totally†Eliza unravels the coil of rope and hands Sophie a length.
“I will show you how to tie her wrists then you do the same to her ankles†Claire watches as her daughters descend upon her. Carefully Eliza nudges Claire forward and with careful attention not to make it awkward or painfully cross her wrists behind her back.
Taking the silk fabric rope. Sophie watched as Eliza first makes a loop then wraps the loop around her wrists pulling it good and tight. Her older sister took the length of rope remaining and began to wind it around like it was crawling up her wrists. Knotting the rope at the edge of her sleeve.
“Okay, you go for her ankles there Sophie I will start on her elbowsâ€
“Elbows is all that necessary?†Claire asks. Testing her wrists alone she could not move them apart. It was quite uncomfortable trying to move her forearms between the arms of the office chair.
“We will need to have lots of rope to really sell the damsel aspect its one thing to have a picture of a woman in a chair her hands behind her back. But the show of ropes all over the same woman... gives people the mindful layout... like, oh she’s tied up and she doesn’t wannabe†Sophies explanation made very little sense but Claire went along with it.
Sophie had crossed her ankles and was looking over the pantyhose binding the rope snuggly in the same general style as her sister had done.
“Sophie, I was thinking you wanted to wear my little blue skirt right?â€
“It’s okay mom I’ll live†Sophie retorts her little fingers digging deep into the rope to bind the know where she could hardly reach them herself.
“Okay I got her ankles†standing up the fourteen-year-old stands beside her mother and Eliza asks for help with the longest stretch of rope.
“Above and below her bosomâ€
“Okay girls I really have to protest ankles and wrist fine elbows maybe but the rope around my chest this is not some type of sick perv film is it?â€
“Lord no yuck!†Sophie replies disgust thick in her pitch and Eliza turns to her mother “why do you think I asked for you to button up your blouse mother so you do not get rope marks on your chest skin, now I am going to pin you to the chair to show you can’t move aroundâ€
“I can’t move as it is!†Claire protests looking up to her oldest daughter. Moving awkwardly to peer over her own shoulder.
“Eliza comes on this is enough!â€
“Almost done mother, Sophie takes this last strand and bind her knees too please†Sophie took the last length of white rope and began to bind her mother's knees pulling the joints together Sophie looped above the knees before cinching it snugly keeping her knees together.
“Alright, let's get a look at our model Sophie†Eliza pulls her sister away to gawk at their mother. Amusement plain on Sophie’s small grinning face.
The teenage girls had taken their mother and had her now bound ankles, knees below her bosom, and above her arms tucked harshly behind her back by her elbows and wrists. Her hair and face were undisturbed by their bondage
Their victim, however. Was growing more and more annoyed and anxious to have the binds taken off and Claire turns to her girls.
‘Alright okay, you have me tied up to get the camera out and start filming whatever you need the sooner this is over the sooner...ah this is really uncomfortable you guys†Eliza turns to Sophia
“One thing is missing?â€
“The cloth thing that goes over the victim's mouthâ€
“The gag yes†Eliza agrees with her sister before kneeling down rifling through her bag to produce a pair of socks and a roll of white wrap.
‘Vet wrap, if it is gentle enough to use on horses it should be gentle enough for us right†Eliza smiles and Sophie takes the socks and approaches their mother. Who fought as valiantly as she could but tied down to the chair as she was.
When Sophie and Eliza were finished with the wrap and socks. Claire’s mouth was filled with weird tasting cloth soaking up all the saliva in her mouth and five layers of vet wrap encircling her head from her neck all the way up just below her nose.
“That looks like one of those gags on the shows, alright let's get started†Sophie took the camera while Eliza explained to her mother what she had wanted from her.
“I want you to wiggle around try to move your arms legs look around eyes wide like your panicking okay?†Claire rolls her eyes but nods. Sophie got the camera ready holding it Eliza directs her sister the way she wants the film to commence.
Starting with a close-up. Sophie drew back slowly. Eliza nods before signaling her mother to wiggle. Rising up as high as she could Claire began to shuffle her arms from side to side. Kicking her legs and wiggling her feet. Turning her head and gag talking.
“Hephf helphf plphf hphf!†her blue eyes wide calling out in fear she wiggles herself around on the chair looking down on her feet as she wiggled her ankles. Her daughters had done a very good job of tying her up. She had expected maybe a long rope around her body. Not several ropes are strategically placed around her most flexible places.
Five minutes later.
Eliza had taken control of the camera herself and began to move around the room getting the different angles of their mother's form. Smiling as she had kept their mother occupied for a while. The charade did not need to continue.
“Alright, that should do it... thank you, mamma, now the bad newsâ€
“Huphf!â€
“We did not need this footage, we did not even need to tie you up, we just wanted a way to get you out of our way as Sophie sneaks that skirt and I get a good chance to try on that burgundy dress†Eliza sets the camera safely in the camera case before leaving.
“Epha gephf baphf hphf utiphf mphf phiphf mophfephf!†shaking in her chair Claire struggles to get free this time putting real power behind her movements each one did nothing except pain the part of her body the ropes clung to or ware her out. It was only a couple of minutes before she had to lay back into her chair heaving air as she could not get anything out of her mouth. When she noticed it.
The gleam of a lense on the other side of the house. The neighbor boy! She realized she may have a saving grace after all. Wiggling closer to the window she began to call out.
“Pleaph phee mmm, plphf!†calling out did not do anything but cause and ache in her throat as she wiggled and squirmed trying to cause attention. Then the lens moved and the person behind them put the lens down. Oh, thank the lord someone was coming.