Glamour bondage by Uncle M

Every story, every situation, has a reason.  You don’t get from point A to point B without something happening in the interim.  However, one can make their own assumptions, as wrong as they may be.  So it was that Helen and Brandi were in a living room, tied, that one could make assumptions.  Brandi was tied tightly on the floor in a sort of hogtie, wearing a beautiful dress and shoes, struggling mightily to reach her Blackberry as it sat on a coffee table.  Helen was on the other side of the table, her fingers crying out in their struggle to touch her own cell phone.  How did this happen?  Was this some kidnapping gone wrong?  No no no…it had a much lighter mood to it, and it had all started early that Saturday morning… 

Uncle M, Brandi and Helen had come over early in the morning to prepare for an upcoming shoot.  They were going to do a dry run of some of the ties, so as to get everything perfect on the day of the shoot.  Uncle M is a master of all ties, and Brandi and Helen are phenomenal models, but they still wanted to perfect their craft.  

Brandi and Helen were both tied down on the floor; M did his usual magic, putting them into a sort of hogtie, but leaving their hands some movement.  No gags were used, as the plan was for them to talk through their struggles.  They were a few feet away from each other…close enough for her to see, but far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to untie each other.  On the coffee table, M had placed Brandi’s trusty Blackberry on one side, and Helen’s cell phone on the other.  As part of the shoot, they would be doing a combo reaching scene, where Brandi and Helen would both struggle to reach their just out of reach cell phones.  Some of their fans were very appreciative of the reaching scenes, and M and his models always did a great job with them.  This would be their first dual-reaching scene, and they wanted to make it perfect. 

However, after the ties were completed, M got a call on his cell phone.  “I’ll be right back, just have to take this call,” he said, walking outside.  Brandi and Helen made themselves comfortable.  “He does know how to do a good tie,” said Helen, giggling.  “Definitely,” said Brandi, adding “This may be our best shoot yet!” 

It turns out, the phone call was about some new, state-of-the-art bondage equipment that Uncle M had ordered earlier in the month.  It was equipment that was extremely comfortable for the models, and that looked great on camera.  He had gotten a great deal on the stuff, and it finally came in.  However, the store would only be open for about an hour more.  In a momentary lapse of memory, M said “Sure, I’ll be right there,” and got into his car.  It was a long ride, about a half hour, so he wanted to make sure he got there in time. 

Of course, he had forgotten that two lovely ladies were currently bound, inside of the house.  Helen, taking a glance out the window, let out a little yell when she saw Uncle M’s car pull away.  “What’s he doing?!” said Helen, with a nervous laugh.  “What happened?” asked Brandi, concerned.   “He just got into his car and left…I think he forgot about us!” answered Helen, with a bit of frustration in her voice. 

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” said Brandi, in a re-assuring tone.  “He’ll realize in a couple of minutes that we’re still here, and come right back.” 

However, Brandi was a bit mistaken.  After about 15 minutes, the two lovely models realized that, in fact, Uncle M had had a bout of forgetfulness. How would they get out of this? 

First, they tried to loosen themselves from their bonds; this, of course, was futile.  Uncle M always made things quite tight, and this was no exception.  They scooted over to each other, which took a few minutes, as they tried to wiggle their hands towards each other’s ropes.  They tried loosening each other’s bonds, but neither got very far.  After a couple of minutes of struggling, they realized that there was no way to get loose.

Then, Helen’s eyes fell upon the table, and Brandi’s Blackberry and her own cell phone.  “Hey, if you can reach your Blackberry, you can call Uncle M and tell him…I’ll try the same thing with my cell phone.”  she said.  Brandi smiled at Helen.  “That’s good thinking; he’s one of my speed dials, I can just hit the button and tell him about forgetting about us.” 

So, Brandi scooted herself over closer to the table, as did Helen to the other side.  The Blackberry was a bit above Brandi, but looked to be in reach.  When she had gotten close enough, she turned a bit to her right, and tried to grasp it with her fingers.  As she turned her head, though, she noticed a problem…the Blackberry sat a few inches beyond her fingertips.  With a little groan, she tried to strain out further, and found that it was still barely too far away. 

“Helen, can you get to yours?” asked Brandi, wondering if she was having better luck.  However, Helen was not.  She was half-lunging towards the table, her fingertips wiggling madly, clenching and unclenching, but the cell phone was just too far away.  “No, I can’t get to mine either!” exclaimed Helen. 

“It’s….just….barely….to…far…away,” groaned Brandi, as she strained out mightily with her fingertips for her trusty Blackberry.  She spread her fingers wide, and could feel the strain on her shoulders, wrists, and hands as she struggled to get the object within her grasp.  Her fingertips were coming slightly closer, but still, there were a couple of inches seperating her from her goal.  “So…close…must reach it…to call Uncle M…” she said, straining with all her might. Her eyes were focused on her goal, as the sunlight shone off her Blackberry. The sweat dripped down her brow as she strained and struggled so hard…and the Blackberry sat there, mocking her, from just beyond her grasp.  She gazed up at it, with a bit of hopelessness, wishing that it was within her grasp, instead of just barely exceeding it. 

Helen was having no better luck.  “If one of us…could just…reach it….we could call M.” she said, through gritting teeth.  Her fingertips were stretched to their limits, and she could feel the muscles in her arms tightening.  She tried to will her fingers to be a bit longer.  “If only I could just…touch it,” she said, adding, “maybe…I could…bring it…closer!”  It was no use, though, as the cell phone was a quarter inch beyond even the touch of her fingers.  Helen was quite impressed by Uncle M’s placement of the phone, and quite frustrated that the cell phone, which had been within her grasp hours earlier, now was just barely too far away. 

Then, the girls heard a door open, and in stepped Uncle M!  With their struggling and focus, they hadn’t even heard the car pull up to the house.  “I’m so sorry about that!  I can’t believe I…”  Uncle M exclaimed, then he stopped himself. 

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” asked Helen, as both women looked up at him with a combination of amusement and anger. 

“Well, I’m sorry for leaving you like this,” said M.  Then, with a smirk, he said, “But I’m glad you’ve been getting in some practice!” 

The three laughed at the situation, and went on with the practice.  The shoot ended up being one of BrandiBondage’s greatest successes. 

xoxo Reacherfan