Bind of the Magi · Part 2 (2/2)
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“Don’t worry, fusspants. Your secret is safe with me. Now go get changed. We don’t have much time!”
“Yes, mistress.” Mary giggled as she strode into the bedroom. “I…oh my god…” Mary was speechless. There in front of her, at the foot of her bed, was the chest she had yearned for at the antique store all those months ago. Only…it wasn’t it. It was even better; newer, more vivid, crafted with such care. In an instant, she knew that Joe must have made it for her. The beautiful details, even the big iron hasp which was folded on top of the lid, taped down with a big red bow. She turned to Carol, her eyes welling with tears.
“He made this for me…All those nights, those weekends. No wonder he’s been so tired. Oh
Carol, we’ve got to make his present extra special.”
“Dry those tears Mary. We will. We will make it special.” An idea came to her. “We can even make his gift part of it! Now quick, get ready. You have red ones.”
Mary sprang into action, pulling open her lingerie drawer. “Yes, they’ve always been his favourites.” Deftly, she plucked various items from the drawer and began laying them out on the bed. Moments later, Carol was stunned at her friend’s transformation: gone was her friend
Mary, charming and loving wife. In her place stood this fiery goddess. A bright red satin corset hugged her curves, thinning her waist and pushing up her breasts deliciously. Across her mound lay the barest wisp of panties, a tiny triangle of red satin that matched her strict bustier. Garters dangling from the bottom of the corset held and caressed red silk stockings that traced every curve of her legs right up to her flirty behind. Beneath the stockings her calves arched as she stood on shiny red patent leather pumps with heels easily four inches high. From the shoes numerous straps looped around her ankles and buckled up, keeping her feet snugly secure.
“Wow…” Carol gasped.
“Yep. I told you he liked it. Hey, I just thought of something! That must be where Chris was this afternoon.”
“What?”
“Oh, I called Holly and
Chris’s place while I was at the mall to ask if they could bring over some extra napkins when they come tomorrow and Holly said that Chris had been out all afternoon. Joe must have gotten Chris to drop off the trunk while he was at work.”
“Does everyone have keys to your house?” Carol laughed.
“No, silly. Just Chris and Holly and you, of course.”
“Of course. Well, my dear, I think it’s time to wrap this present.”
“Okay,” Mary took a deep breath. She was starting to get nervous again. “It’s not going to be itchy is it? I mean, you didn’t get scratchy rope or twine or something. I think I’d go crazy waiting for Joe if it was itchy.”
“Relax. You’re going to be very comfy. I found you can get some very good stuff in some rather unexpected places. Like a fabric store.”
Opening the gift bag, Carol pulled out yards and yards of shiny green rope. Or what looked like rope.
“It’s actually designed to be used for sash cords, curtain tiebacks, and other Christmassy type stuff but I thought it would suit our purposes pretty well, too.” The cord was about half an inch thick, tightly braided and satiny.
“I had a look at those websites you suggested so I think I can get you pretty secure. What do you think about a hogtie on top of this beautiful new box?”
Mary felt herself getting wet just at the thought of it. “I think he’d like that very much…”
“Okay then. Here, toss me a blanket from the closet and we’ll make sure you’re comfy.” Watching Mary glide across the room in her heels, Carol was again stunned at the transformation in her friend. Every move, every gesture just cried out desire. As she stretched up on her toes to reach the blanket on the top shelf, her pert little behind swayed, emphasising the beautiful hourglass figure above. “Joe is one lucky man Mary, you are hot!”
Mary blushed as she handed
Carol the blanket and watched her nimbly fold it up to provide a soft place for her to lay on top of the trunk.
“Better get this out of the way. We don’t want it digging into that tender tummy of yours.” Carol un-taped the bow from the hasp on top of the chest then folded it down over the loop on the front so that the lid was tightly sealed.
“We can do something with this, though,” she said smiling wickedly. Undoing a loop of the ribbon from the bow, she wrapped it around
Mary’s neck, knotting it loosely in the back to form a festive collar.
“Aren’t you a pretty little present. Okay, turn around now, hands behind your back.” Mary spun around and placed her hands palm to palm behind her back. She could hear rustling as Carol began arranging the ropes, then felt the cool slinky smoothness as they began wrapping around her wrists.
“I read a lot of articles on how to tie somebody securely and most of them recommended using this
‘larks head’ knot.” Carol took one of the longest cords, doubled it in half, and then fed the ends through the loop formed at the middle. This formed a new loop into which she tucked Mary’s wrists, pulling it snug then wrapping the ends around and around, up over Mary’s forearms.
“The trick is to make sure you cinch it up tight.” Tucking the loose ends between Mary’s arms she split them so that one rope fell down the front and one down the back. She pulled both ends back through the original larks head loop down by Mary’s wrists then back up to the top, cinching them tightly around the horizontal loops and tying the ends together snugly, safely away from any naughty probing fingers.
“I practiced a few times on my legs to make sure these knots would be secure,” Carol continued, pulling out another cord and starting a new loop, just below Mary’s elbows. “I didn’t want to risk tying my arms together and getting stuck,”
she said, gently tugging Mary’s elbows towards each other. “We don’t all have the luxury of a big strong man to come save us if we get stuck.”
Carol used even more cinch wraps around the elbow tie, keeping it secure without pulling Mary’s elbows so close together that her circulation would be cut off. It now looked like a thick green coil of rope, looping Mary’s arms together just below the elbows.
“One more loop up top,”
Carol continued, wrapping another loop above Mary’s elbows this time. As Mary’s arms pulled back it forced her breasts forward, straining even more against the firm confines of her corset.
“Wow, Carol. You’re pretty good at this.”
“Well, Christmas comes but once a year. Gotta make it special.” Taking another length of rope, Carol doubled it and looped it through the middle once more, passing the whole works over Mary’s head, shoulders, down to her waist so that the loops pinned her arms down against her body.
“Okay, Mary, down you go.” Gently, she guided her friend along to the side of the trunk and eased her down until her tummy was lying down on the blanket on top of the trunk. More loops went around Mary’s ankles and above and below her knees before Carol took one last cord to complete the hogtie.
“Alright sweetie, let’s truss you up like a Christmas turkey.” Folding Mary’s legs back she pressed her feet down against her buttocks and held them in place with her hand as she readied the last rope. Again, she doubled it and this time fed the loop in the middle behind the cinch rope above Mary’s elbows. Feeding the ends through the loop once more, she pulled the knot tight then fed the ends around the ropes joining Mary’s ankles. Tugging gently she forced Mary’s feet back further and further until they pressed against her behind with no wiggle room at all. Carol wound the ends of the rope back and forth between the elbow and ankle ropes three more times before tying them off and tucking the ends of the rope away from Mary’s prying fingers.
“That ought to hold you!” Mary tried wriggling around and was amazed at how little mobility her friend had left her with.
Carol bent over and checked
Mary’s arms, fingers, and toes to make sure they were getting plenty of circulation and hadn’t gone cold. The knots were snug but the ropes were soft and Mary’s limbs were warm and secure.
“Now, where’s that last little surprise of yours?” Carol asked, kneeling down to look into Mary’s eyes.
“Oh my goodness! I almost forgot. It’s in the box on the kitchen counter.”
Carol brought the box back into the room and pulled out the gag from inside.
“Oooh! Yes, I think this could keep even you quiet. Okay, open wide!”
Mary stretched her mouth open wide as she could. Carol slid the gag inside, then used her fingers to begin tucking the cheek flaps into her mouth, first on the left side, then on the right, grunting and giggling a little as she stretched Mary’s lips to cover it. With all the pieces firmly tucked into place, she looked down into
Mary’s eyes as she began slowly squeezing the inflation bulb. Carol watched the surprise and delight on Mary’s face as her cheeks began to bulge tighter and tighter as the inside of the gag swelled, filling her mouth completely.
“Any last words?”
“mmmmgggg….mmmmmgggg”. The faintest of moans, the tiniest of mews was all that Mary could produce.
“Just one last thing, to keep that from slipping out.” Carol reached into her bag and pulled out a long strip of red satin fabric. It was eight inches across and over 20 feet long. Smoothing the center of the fabric over Mary’s lips, Carol began winding it around her head, again and again, multiple layers of soft red satin forming a muzzle over the entire lower half of Mary’s face, holding the gag in place. Knotting the ends behind Mary’s head, she smoothed the satin over her cheeks one last time before lifting Mary’s chin in her hands.
“All done. You sure you’re going to be okay?”
Mary nodded enthusiastically.
“Okay. You guys have fun! I’ll be back at 9:00 tomorrow morning to help you get the turkey ready. Merry Christmas!”
Carol began gathering her things together. Picking her bag up off the floor, she noticed the big brass padlock sitting on the ground in front of the trunk.
Dang, must have knocked that off by mistake, she thought. Feeding the padlock through the hasp, she snapped it shut, leaving the key sticking out of the keyhole. There, much tidier “Oops! Almost forgot!” she giggled, reaching into the bag and pulling out a gift tag. With a firm smack, she slapped the tag on Mary’s behind, eliciting an startled mew from Mary. As she went out the door, she took one last look at her tightly trussed friend, with the words “Do Not Open Until Christmas” now shining from her behind.
Joe really wanted to give
Mary a twofold surprise. The first part was the trunk itself. The second was that they would be having much more time for each other now. Cavanaugh had been so impressed with his work over the last few months, come the new year he was making Joe a partner. More time overseeing the different job sites but much less crippling overtime.
And man, I could use a break Joe thought, trying to stifle a yawn. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay awake to finish his preparations. First, he slipped off his boots and hid them beside the dresser. He didn’t want Mary to know he was home early. Next, he got a big red ribbon that he’d purchased from the card store earlier that week and taped it to the front of the box. For some reason, the tape wouldn’t stick to the varnish he’d used. Finally, he just folded the hasp up on top of the trunk and taped the ribbon on there.
Now, somewhere to hide to surprise her. That could be tricky. There weren’t a lot of hiding places in a 600 square foot bungalow. His eyes fell back on the trunk. Well, why not? Try it out, see if it’s going to be comfortable for Mary.
Slipping off his jacket, he tucked it under the bed, then gently lifted the lid. The inside smelled rich and woody. Joe stepped carefully into the box, then sat down and pulled his knees into his chest. Nope, not going to fit that way. Maybe if I scooch down. Sliding along his backside, he lay down until his back was on the floor of the trunk and his butt cheeks pressed up against the far side. Once again tucking his knees into his chest he could see there would be just enough clearance for the lid to close. Oh Man! She is going to freak out when she opens the lid and finds me, he thought to himself. Slowly, he reached up above himself and gently pulled the lid closed.
Looking around the warm cocoon, he could see two shafts of light shining into the box from the two handle holes he’d cut into the ends. This is cozy. She’s going to be surprised…man, am I sleepy… just got to close my eyes for a second…surprised…man…so…sleeeppyyy….
Again and again, Mary tried wriggling around. Carol had done an amazing job of immobilizing her. She smiled as she thought of how she must look, all red and green, a perfect
Christmas parcel.
Squirming around, she noticed something beside the dresser. Joe’s boots. Joe never went out without those boots. If they’re here that must mean…
With a start, Joe snapped awake. He could swear he’d heard some sort of rustling or squirming sound. What time is it? Can’t see my watch in here. Well, I’ll just crack the lid for a quick peek. Pushing upwards, he found the lid wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard he pushed or pounded, it was stuck. Oh great, the latch must have fallen down. He figured he and Mary would have a good laugh over this when she got home.
Some kind of squirming, pounding sound from inside the trunk? Oh no!
“mmmm! Mmmmggg!”
“Mary, is that you?”
“mmmg!”
“One grunt for yes, two grunts for no”
“mmmgg!”
“Can you open the trunk, I seem to be stuck.”
“mmmggg mmmmggg”
don’t tell me, you’re kind of tied up too?”
Mary smiled. “mmmggg”
great. Carol’s still coming over before everyone else tomorrow, right?”
“mmmggg”
“Aren’t we a pair. I wanted to be underneath you tonight but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
either! Mary thought. “mmmgg ermmmger”
“Well, it’s good to be with you, anyway I can. I love you Mary.”
“mmmg mmmooo”
“Merry
Christmas, darling.”
“Mmmmgg gmmmg”
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