Betty 1

My story I hope is not out of place here. It started when I was 40. I came home from work early one day to find the house very quiet. I wondered where my two daughters where. I realised they must be outside in the back so went to investigate. I could hear male voices in our shed and realised it was the next door neighbour. I opened the shed door and there where my two girls, Susan the eldest was sitting on a kitchen chair hands tied behind her back. My younger daughter Janice was on the sun lounger hands tied behind back and ankles tied. The three youngsters blushed bright red and I asked what was going on. They explained they where playing spies. I said that was okay but they must be careful.

Some weeks past and I arrived home from the town. I'd been shopping. I was exhausted. I got on packing away the groceries and made myself a cup of tea. I could now hear voices from next doors shed and realised where the girls where. Call it mother's concern but I had worried that perhaps spies was perhaps a bit too adult. So I went to look. There was a gate behind the sheds that allowed you to move between the gardens of the two houses.

I knocked on the shed door and ask if the girls where okay. They said yes they where just playing. At that the door open and the boy next door, Peter, said they where just playing spies again. I could not see my two daughters but could hear them moving. Let me see your all right I said. Peter stepped aside and Janice was on a bench laid down hands tied behind back ankles tied together her skirt I felt was accidentally up showing her knickers. Cover yourself up girl I said and stepped further in to do it. I then got my shock. My older daughter was sitting in just panties and bra.

She blushed and said for me not to make a fuss, nothing had happened that she didn't want to happen. Well, I didn't see it that way and immediately demand peter untie my daughters. Which he did blushing somewhat. Susan said the game was her idea and not to punish Peter or tell his mum.

I said I'd not say anything but this had to be the last.

Some months later I was allowed home from work early because the boss was having his 60's birthday. It was the first week of the six week holiday. I arrived home to quietness and immediately figured out what was going on. I decided to investigate quietly in case I was wrong. I went to our shed first and in the shed was my younger daughter. She was tied to a stool from my bedroom. Her bare feet where tied at the ankles. Her bare legs where held together. Her skirt, and tights where on the floor. Her t-shirt was on the work bench. her bra straps had been pulled down off her shoulders. her hands where tied behind her back.

Where is your sister I asked. She's been interrogated in next doors shed. I was told. I went by the gate to next doors garden. They had recently brought a new shed. Much bigger than the old one and had four small windows. I peered through the window to see my oldest daughter stood facing the wall bare back to me. Just black frilly panties on below.

Peter turned and saw me looking. I felt like the naughty girl. he opened the door and said that they where just playing and everything was OK. I said it was far from okay my daughter was nearly naked. I suddenly remembered I'd seen her dress in the other shed. Where are her clothes I demanded. Peter quite mater of factly said in the other shed. How did Susan get here then I asked and Peter blow me away and said, Like that hands on head. Susan now turned and begged me not to say anything to her dad or get peter into trouble. I said I wanted these games to stop before they went too far.


Problem was I was strangely aroused by the site of my daughter like that. I had played similar games when young and with their father. I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.

The week after next the girls where away with their father. I was on my normal days off and had hung out the washing and did all the chores. peter was playing in his garden, kicking a football up against the wall. I made some lemonade and called him over. he was pleased for the company and lemonade. We got talking about any old thing then I asked if he was bored. He said yes he was without his play companions. I said, truly quite innocently did he want to come over and play with me. I had in mind a board game. What would you like to play he asked. I said whatever he wanted? Spies he said. I blushed at the thought. I started a conversation about gardening and after awhile I said i had to get some work done.

Peter smiled and said, that he had a better idea. He pulled a toy gun from somewhere. He'd obviously got it when I went and made another round of lemonade. He told me to put my hands upon my head.

I think it must have been the depression I was in. I put my hands on my head. Peter told me to stand and I did. He stood and beckon with the gun towards the shed and I moved in its direction. He came around front and opened the door of the shed. He smiled and said. I need you to agreed to play. I nodded and after a small pause said yes.

I really hadn't thought this through at all. I found myself sitting in the kitchen chair with my hands tied to the side uprights. My ankles where tied to the legs. Peter said I was to be held there until they where ready to interrogate me. he left me like that for what seemed like an age. I could hear him tidying up and then over in his yard.

The door suddenly opened and he was stood in the shed. Do you still want to play. Your last chance to say no. I shook my head. Was that a yes to play. I thought about my confusing signal. Then said Yes, I want to play.

He untied my ankles then my wrists and said stand and put your hands behind your back.

I did has instructed. he now tied my hands behind my back. It still hadn't dawn upon me what predicament I was in. I suddenly felt him at the waistband of my skirt. I tried to turn put he held me too tight. No stop it I said. But he just said. You promised to play. You where given your chance but you agreed now you must do as you are told or be punished. I tried to struggle free but that just made his task easier.

My skirt dropped around my ankles and I felt a real pang of humiliation has my white bikini style panties came into view. I've seen those on your line he said which made the blush even deeper. he now made me regret my earlier decision. I thought I'd just be tied up. I was now wondering if I'd end up like my daughter. This just made me feel well hot flushed and needing to squeeze my legs.

He took hold of my top. It was a boob tube which covered my boobs and abdomen. All the rage in the early 1970's when this story took place. he pulled it down off my boobs revealing my white strapless bra. I now realised that he could strip me and there wasn't much I could do about it. I tried to get free of the bonds but they where too tight.

The top was pulled down and off over my panties nearly taking them with it. it too ended up around my ankles with my skirt.

Step out he said. I did has instructed. Losing my wood block Scholl's with a blue leather strap. He recovered these from the pile of clothing and allowed me to put them on.

OK move he said brandishing the gun. Where I asked. Outside he said. He didn't mean it did he. But yes he did. He pushed me out into my garden.

I was stood outside the shed between it and the back door. About say six feet. To my right was open space then the passageway that went between my house and the next door neighbours. Then the open space of there garden. To my left was a small brick wall. The garden on the other side was much lower. But across this garden was open fields and a raised up railway line. I could easily be seen by anyone passing. Luckily mid week must people would be at work.

Move he said and pointed me to turn right to walk up the side of the shed then behind it to the gate. Through the gate into his garden then along the side of his shed to the door. He opened it and I stepped in rather relieved not to be outside in panties and bra.

Stand up against the wall he said. I did has instructed. before I could say anything in complaint he was at my feet. He had me lift my feet one at a time taking off my Scholl's. Now barefoot he went in for the kill. My bra clasps.

NO I exclaimed but far too late the bra was undone. I was stood there bare back to window.he left me like that taking my bra and school's with him.

It was quite surreal stood there near naked hands bond behind my back in my neighbours shed. I suddenly worried about her coming home and finding me like this. I was beginning to panic when peter returned. He asked if I had had long enough and would I now tell him everything he wanted to know. I said yes if he'd release me. He asked me a few personal questions. My bra size, shoe size, dress size and personal measurements. I answered and he said the interrogation was over. he untied me and said I could go.

I said excuse me I'm near naked. Peter said that Susan had had to do it so I would too. I found myself sneaking out of the shed topless at least covered and run back to my house. I went straight in the house leaving my clothes out side.

That night I pleasured myself for the first time in ages. It felt naughty but oh so right.

Next day I had thought better of my experience. Until I heard peter again playing ball. I stopped myself for over two hours but in the end went out to him and offered him some chilled lemonade.

It wasn't long before we where talking about the spy game he played with my daughters and me. Then I found myself in my shed. This time he didn't tie me up straight away. He asked me to take off my top. I blushed at the thought but did has asked. I stood there in bra. He now asked me to take off my shorts which I did. Then he just stood back and looked. he had me turn around then around again. He now said I had to be tied up whilst he prepared the interrogation chamber.

I found my self tied hands behind back and ankles together on the sun lounger. I thought of my two daughters like this. I must me mad. I wanted out but could bring myself to ask. he then before he left unclipped my bra. Gosh. How would I explain if found like this. he was gone awhile and returned like before quietly. He untied my ankles and told me to stand up Which I did. He had me turn to face hi. My bra had slipped off my boobs and he could clearly see the bottom of them.

yesterday before I turned around I could cover. Now hands behind my back I couldn't. He smiled and before I knew it he pulled the bra clear and over my head for it to drop around my tied up wrists. I screamed than though better of it. I listen for ages to make sure no one came.

You can't have me go like this I said. He just nodded. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life here like that you do he said.

It was so humiliating walking from my shed into my garden then around into his garden then into his shed. Once in side he had a more longer inspection of my naked boobs. Then he questioned me at length about my underwear, and night wear. Did I ever sleep naked etc. When he seemed to have run out of questions he said right we'll take you back to your cell. Once more I had to walk the walk back to my shed.
Once back he had another look at my boobs then untied me and watched me dress.