## It's raining

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:59 am

She, yet again, looked out of the window, only to find out it still rained. She let out a huge sigh. â€œThis is boringâ€, she thought. â€œIâ€™m stuck in here, with nothing to do, and I hate it!â€
She heard her father come in the room. When he saw how miserable she looked, he said: â€œWhy donâ€™t you and I go down to my workshop? Iâ€™m pretty sure I can find something for you to do, down there.â€ She gave him a half-hearted smile, but said:â€OK, dad. Itâ€™s better than sitting up here, being bored, I guess. But just so you know, I know youâ€™re doing it out of charity!â€
â€œWell, of course I do!â€ he grinned. â€œAnd besides, I just canâ€™t stand seeing my favourite daughter being bored to tears! Thereâ€™s enough water coming down outside. We donâ€™t need any more in here, thank you very much!â€
He looked at her, full of pride. She was a tall girl, and at age 16, she was almost as tall as he was, about 5â€ 6â€™, or 1, 7 meters. Today, she was dressed all in grey, from a grey sweater, via grey jogging pants down to grey socks. Her thick, waist-long, blond hair hung loosely down her back, only held in place by a couple of pins. She wore no make-up, and saw no reason to do so. She had what you might call natural beauty. She was the apple of his eye. It went without saying.
They went down the spiral staircase, and into his workshop. There he kept all sorts of things, he thought he needed. There were, among other things, saws, hammers, chisels, screw drivers, screws and nails of every conceivable size and description. Well, almost anyway. There was also an abundance of rope. He took some and motioned for her to sit in a chair. She did, and he went and stood behind her. â€œIâ€™ve got a challenge for you! Hereâ€™s the deal; Iâ€™m going to, carefully, tie you to this chair. I want you to get out of it, before I finish what Iâ€™m doing down here. If you manage to get free within that time, youâ€™re free to do whatever you want to.â€ He held up his index finger in the air, and continued, â€œBut, if you donâ€™t, then I can, and probably will, keep you tied up, and possibly even gagged, until tomorrow. What do you say? Do we have a deal, or not?â€
She looked at him for a minute or two, thoughtfully. Then she told him, he had a deal. He fastened a rope in the back of the chair and told her to sit down. She did, and he brought the ends of the rope up between her legs, looped them around her and the back of the chair, tying them off in front of her. Then, he bent down and tied her feet together. The third rope was used to tie her hands together, palms facing each other, behind the back of the chair. He made sure sheâ€™d have a hard time getting at the knots, but it could be done. It would only take a bit of effort on her part. â€œOK,â€ he said. â€Iâ€™m going to go over there and build a bird box, from scratch. Remember, I want you out of those ropes, before Iâ€™m done.â€
â€œOK!â€ she said, already working away at the knots. He gave her a smile, turned and went over to the work bench. In less than half an hour he heard her say:â€Hey, dad? Look, Iâ€™m free! Can we do it again? Please?â€ He turned around and saw her standing by the chair, among a pile of ropes. He agreed and tied her to the chair the same way as before, but with one modification. This time he crossed her hands, palms facing outwards, and put the knot on the back of her hands. Now it took her about forty-five minutes to get out, but she still did.
She made the fatal error of asking him to tie her one more time. By â€˜fatalâ€™, I mean him almost being finished with the bird box. This time, he tied her wrists to the opposite elbow, behind her back. Naturally, with so little time left, she was unable to get free. When he had finished and turned around, he saw her squirm trying to get at the knots on her wrists. â€œYou lose!â€ he said, triumphantly. â€œAccording to our agreement, youâ€™re all mine until tomorrow!â€
â€œI suppose I am,â€ she softly said. â€œWhat are you going to do to me?â€
â€œMe? Not much, really. Just keep you tied up till tomorrow, as per our agreement. That means in bed, too. Now, Iâ€™m going to untie you from the chair.â€ He did so and took a bandana, which he made into a ball. He told her to open her mouth, which she did, and he put it in, tying it in place with another bandana. She spent the most part of the rest of the day, with her hands tied behind her back.
At night, he tied her hands to the head board of the bed, turned out the light and said good night. Before he left, she made him promise, heâ€™d keep her tied up all day tomorrow, too. He gave her a smile, but agreed.
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Post by Tailsy » Sat Jun 04, 2011 1:42 pm

Great story Lasse ^_^ , very well writen and thought out , it was a real tweet to read ^^
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Post by lasse672000 » Sun Jun 05, 2011 5:32 am

This time the sun was shining, it was 25 C/77 F and it was a beautiful day. This morning, she had still managed to nag her father into tying her up, which wasnâ€™t all that hard to do, considering him adoring her so much. She also managed to talk him in to gagging and blindfolding her, for most of the day. Maybe, if she was lucky, the entire day, even. That remained to be â€œseenâ€.
Now, she stood tied to a fairly wide tree, her hands crossed behind the trunk. Her feet and knees were also tied together and fastened to it. A rope was going between her legs and around it, as well. It was tied off in front of her, at waist-height. Her torso and elbows were also tied to the tree with a rope going around her, in such a way, it made her budding breasts stand proud from her body.
Her mouth bulged from all the packing he had put in it, and several layers of bandages held it in place. All the packing and bandages made her unable to make any audible sound. She stood there in complete darkness, because her eyes were covered in several layers of bandages, too. She was unable to move her head, because some of the bandages also went around the tree. He had packed foam-rubber in the empty spaces between her ears and the trunk. The packing covering her ears made it almost impossible for her to hear anything. She had been standing there for a while, listening to her father mow the lawn, with his hand-driven lawnmower. She knew she wouldnâ€™t be freed until he was done. In fact, she would remain tied up, one way or another, the whole day. Such was their agreement. It was kind of a win-win situation, he liked to tie her up, and she liked to be tied up. Not necessarily by him all the time, but still.
She was dressed, once again, all in grey. This time in a grey leotard, thick grey pantyhose and grey tennis-shoes. She had put the pantyhose on by mistake. She had meant for them to be thinner. It was an easy mistake to make, considering she had been more or less dragged out of bed at 6 that morning. â€œI must be, if not the, at least one of the dullest persons in the entire world,â€ she thought. â€œNearly all my clothes are one shade of grey or another. Oh well. I like it, and thatâ€™s the only thing that matters.â€
Suddenly, she felt the bandages holding her to the tree being taken off, but only enough for him to take the gag and the packing out of her mouth. Then a straw was put in her mouth. â€œI thought you looked warm standing there, so I brought you some water. Iâ€™m finished with the mowing now. Do you want to stand out here any longer? Or do you want to come inside with me? Itâ€™s nearly noon, so I was thinking about making some lunch.â€
She drank a couple of sips, and then said she wanted to go inside with him. He gagged her again. Then he began the process of untying her from the tree, and tying her hands behind her again, once she was free of it. However, he did not remove the blindfold entirely, just reinforced it with the bandages that had previously gone around the tree, trapping the foam-rubber over her ears.
He took her by the arm, and escorted her into the house. He asked her if she wanted to use the toilet, and she nodded. He freed her hands, and took her there, leaving her do the best she could, given she was still blindfolded. When she came out, he took her to the kitchen, put her in a chair, tied her hands to it and started preparing their meal.
She spent the afternoon in the outside, tied either to a chair or to a tree, and had a great time.
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Post by lasse672000 » Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:28 pm

She was tied up in the closet in her room. The door wasnâ€™t really locked, but she pretended it was. The ties, however, were real. Her father had tied her hands in front of her and to the clothes-rack, and her feet to the shoe-rack. She was, again dressed in her grey leotard and thick, grey pantyhose, but she didnâ€™t wear shoes this time.
It was a test to see how long it would take her to get out, not just from the closet, but also from the room. To prevent her using her teeth, he had stuffed her mouth full with cloth and wound a bandage around her head, fastening it with a generous amount of tape in the back of her head. He was sitting on her bed, reading some papers from work. She had been trying to escape just long enough to start breaking a sweat. She was slowly but steadily, and to her own delight, making headway.
Suddenly, the door bell rang. Her father hurriedly stepped into the closet. When he saw far she had come towards freeing herself he smiled. However, he tied her back up again, saying;â€A few more minutes, and you would have been free, I see. But youâ€™ll be a good girl and stay in here, just a little while longer? Iâ€™ll get rid of whoeverâ€™s at the door as soon as I possibly can, I promise. And then, we can continue.â€ He kissed her fore-head, closed the closet-doors and left.
She sighed, but made no further attempts to get free. As she liked being tied up, this wasnâ€™t a real problem for her anyway.
She heard him opening the door, and let someone in. To her horror, it was their next-door neighbour, an elderly, lonely, widower, who just couldnâ€™t seem to stop talking, once he got going. She made a frustrated sound, though it wasnâ€™t heard very far. She thought she could hear the percolator being filled, and then she knew sheâ€™d be in there for a long time. The closet-doors didnâ€™t close properly, and in the crack between them, she could see the clock on the bedroom-wall. The crack also meant she had enough air to breathe.
After hearing them drinking coffee and chatting away in the kitchen, she heard them take a tour of the house. They even came into her room, but the neighbour luckily didnâ€™t notice the closet door being ajar.
The neighboursâ€™ visit lasted for another hour or so but at last, she heard them say â€œGood byeâ€ to one another and the front-door being closed.
As she heard her father come up the stairs, she hurriedly began the process of freeing herself. She had almost succeeded, when he opened the doors to the closet and sighed:â€PHEW! I didnâ€™t think heâ€™d ever leave! How are you doing? Heâ€™s a sweet old man, but he could talk the ears off of a statue! Almost free, I see! Good! Iâ€™ll wait till youâ€™re finished and then weâ€™ll have something to eat. Do you want to be tied up any more today?â€
As she obviously hadnâ€™t had the chance to take out the gag yet, the only reply she could give was a nod. And then another, this time towards the bed, which he interpreted as her wanting to be tied to the bed that night. â€œYou want to be tied in bed, do you? And before that too, I suppose? Very well!â€
She looked at him, with a smile in her eyes. She had the best father in the whole, wide, world!
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Post by hafnermg » Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:36 pm

i love your stories!!!

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Post by lasse672000 » Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:51 pm

Thanks! There will be one, possibly two, more installments of this one. I think. I'm kind of running out of steam/ideas.
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Post by Tailsy » Sun Jun 05, 2011 1:13 pm

> lasse672000 wrote:Thanks! There will be one, possibly two, more installments of this one. I think. I'm kind of running out of steam/ideas.

Can't wait ^o^ *feeds Lasse some coal*
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### Re: It's raining

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Jun 05, 2011 1:23 pm

Thanks "gulp"! I needed that! I'm going to turn in for the night now. Let's see what a good nights' sleep will do! All I know at this point, is that the next part won't involve her father.
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Post by lasse672000 » Mon Jun 06, 2011 1:04 am

Once again, she was dressed in a grey leotard, her pantyhose and shoes being of similar colour, and tied sitting cross-legged to a tree. Her father had blindfolded her, using several layers of bandages fastening them with tape, and gone inside to do some work, and maybe make some phone calls. He said he didnâ€™t want to gag her, because he wanted her to be able to call for help if need be.
She sat there, having a good time, when she heard a voice she recognized as that of a boy from her class saying: â€œWhy are you tied to that tree? Is it some kind of a game?â€ She turned her head towards the sound of the voice and replied: â€œYes, it is.â€ Then she told him the story about how her father had tied her up as part of a â€œrainy-dayâ€ distraction, and how she had liked it so much, she now took every opportunity she could, to be tied up. And, lastly, that the clothes were an essential part of the game. They were for her, at least.
As she told the story, she could hear him come closer. She felt him running his fingers gently around the blindfold, the rope around her wrists, then the ones pinning her crotch, waist and chest to the tree, ending up inspecting the ropes tying her knees and ankles together. He seemed to be especially interested in the knots in the crotch-rope. â€œPlease, donâ€™t untie me!â€ she begged him.
â€œNo, I promise I wonâ€™t,â€ he said. â€œIâ€™m just inspecting the knots and how they were done. You know, seeing you like this, reminds me of a dream Iâ€™ve had for a long time.â€
â€œOh?â€
â€œUhum,â€ he snarled. â€œIâ€™ve often wondered what it would be like, tying someone up. Do you think you could find it in your heart, to let me have a go at it, some time? To see, if itâ€™s as hard as I think it is? To get right, I mean.â€
She turned her head towards the sound of his voice, and smiled. â€œHow about I come by your place tomorrow after school? Iâ€™d like to wear this outfit. If you donâ€™t mind, that is?â€
â€œOK,â€ he said. She could hear him walk back out of the garden, humming to himself.
Soon afterwards, her father came out and said heâ€™d thought he heard her talking to someone. She said she had, and told him about what she was about to do the following day. Her father sounded concerned when he told her to be careful. It was one thing playing this game with him, quite another playing it with someone not familiar with their unwritten rules.
â€œDonâ€™t worry, dad,â€ she reassured him. â€œYou know as well as I do, I can take care of myself. Besides, that boyâ€™s so tiny and eager to learn; he wouldnâ€™t dare give me any trouble.â€
â€œI hope youâ€™re right about that, love,â€ he softly said, stroking her hair.
The next day they went to his home, as agreed. She wore a pair of grey tights and a leotard under her school clothes. In a bag, she had put several coils of rope, as well as blindfolding- and gagging-material. She took all of it out before she took off her clothes, revealing what she wore underneath them.
He perfected his tying-up techniques under her strict supervision for the next hour, before they turned their attention to their homework, which she did with her hands tied in front of her, palms facing each other, her ankles and knees tied together and gagged.
Before she left, he made her promise sheâ€™d come back another time, so he could practice some more.
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Post by lasse672000 » Mon Jun 06, 2011 12:48 pm

She and her new boyfriend (thatâ€™s what all three of them were starting to consider him to be) spent most of the following weeks, alternating between her place and his.
One day, just after he had tied her to the tree in the garden, where he had first laid eyes on her and gagged her, he said:â€Iâ€™m going to go and talk to your dad. As I donâ€™t want you to hear what Iâ€™m about to say, Iâ€™m going to put these on you.â€ From a back-pocket, he took out the foam-rubber covers she had used over her ears to make it harder for her to hear. He took a couple of bandages and wrapped them as tight as he could around her head, thus covering both her ears as well as her eyes. She felt him gently stroke her cheek, and then he was gone. A minute or so later, she thought she could hear her father and boyfriend engaged in a somewhat heated discussion. What the outcome as far as she was concerned would be, she couldnâ€™t even have begun imagining.
Suddenly, someone freed her from the tree. But then her knees were tied together again and he hands were tied together in front of her. She was more or less dragged away from her home, and shoved into a car seat. A seat belt was put on and the door slammed shut. Soon she heard two more car doors being slammed shut, something sounding like a semi-heavy bag landing on a seat and the motor being started. Whoever drove did it surprisingly smooth. â€œThatâ€™s not my father driving,â€ she thought. â€œI know how he drives, and it sure as hell isnâ€™t as smooth as this!â€
A couple of minutes later, her suspicions were confirmed, when the blindfold was taken off and she saw who was driving. â€œSorry about that,â€ her boyfriend said. â€œBut it was a great way to get you out of there. Donâ€™t you think? Your father of course knows where weâ€™re going, whom weâ€™re going to be with and for how long. I even gave him a telephone number, just in case.â€ He put a hand on her leg. â€œOh man; I just love the feel of pantyhose, beneath my hands. Thatâ€™s why that and leotards are the only clothes youâ€™ll be wearing, while youâ€™re in my custody. If you look behind you in the back seat, you can probably see a bag. That holds your entire wardrobe for the next couple of days, along with some other stuff.â€ She awkwardly managed to turn around and saw a half filled bag, lying on the seat behind her.
Sometime later, he stopped the car. He took off her seat belt and helped her on her feet. In front of them was a rather run down log cabin. Surrounding it was a lawn and in the middle of that, a weathered flag-pole.
They went in and she sat down on a chair, while he got the luggage from the car. When he was done carrying bags (it wasnâ€™t just the bags with their stuff, there were some with food and other things, too), he took off her gag and sat down opposite her. â€œFirst of all, that was the only time I did anything to you without asking. I made a deal with your father that I wouldnâ€™t do anything to you without first asking. OK?â€
She nodded, and then asked:â€How long have you been planning this? You couldnâ€™t very well have thought of it, like, today. It must have taken you at least a couple of days, to get it all organized?â€
â€œNo, actually I came up with the idea this morning. I called your father and he, as Iâ€™ve said, agreed. The only thing is; I told him my parents were going to be here, almost the whole time, but theyâ€™re not. In fact, weâ€™re going to be alone out here pretty much the whole time. Theyâ€™re just going to check in on us a couple of times a day, thatâ€™s all. And, donâ€™t worry! They know Iâ€™ve got a girl with me, and that she, most likely, will be tied up, one way or another, when they come by.
Now, how do you want to do this? You have some choices to make;â€ he said, holding up his fist. He loosened the first finger from the fist, held it up in the air and said:
â€ Choice number one: be tied up between meal times, but not at night.â€
Next finger:â€Then, thereâ€™s choice number two: between meals, AND at night.â€
The third finger: â€œNumber three: 24/7, with the exception of visits to the bathroom, to take a shower or whatever else you might want to do in there.â€
The fourth finger:â€ Number four: 24/7, INCLUDING visits to the bathroom.â€
She, surprise, surprise, chose option number four, adding she wanted to be gagged as much as possible, and blindfolded at night. â€œI hope you realize, that the only time, youâ€™ll be free from the ropes are when you change your clothes.â€
â€œNo, I know! Isnâ€™t it wonderful?â€ she beamed at him. â€œMe being tied up, a helpless victim for you to do whatever you want with. Iâ€™m going to be the ultimate â€˜damsel-in-distressâ€™ Not that youâ€™re ugly or nasty or anything, but you know what I mean. Itâ€™s going to be a wonderful time here, however long we stay.â€
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Post by Wyatt9999 » Mon Jun 06, 2011 12:52 pm

haha this girl's so cooaperative

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Post by lasse672000 » Mon Jun 06, 2011 1:07 pm

> Wyatt9999 wrote:haha this girl's so cooaperative

Yup! Just the way I want them!
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Post by Wyatt9999 » Mon Jun 06, 2011 1:35 pm

Is this girl gonna be tickle tortured becuase it looks like she'd really enjoy it

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Post by lasse672000 » Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:31 pm

> Wyatt9999 wrote:Is this girl gonna be tickle tortured becuase it looks like she'd really enjoy it

I don't know. Honestly, I don't!
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Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 5:55 am

A couple of hours later, she and her boyfriend, whom she just recently found out was called Wyatt, went in the forest. He tied a rope around her waist, trapping her hands in front of her. He used one of the loose ends as kind of a tow rope. It was at that point, she asked: â€œCould you blindfold me, please? Iâ€™d like to experience the surroundings with my ears and nose only, today.â€He smiled, but wrapped her head in a bandage, and then they were off.
As she couldnâ€™t see, and her knees where tied together, he chose to walk where the ground was relatively free of fallen trees and boulders.
After having silently walked, or in her case hobbled, for a while, they sat down on a fallen tree trunk. She took a deep breath and in an astonished voice blurted out:â€ I never knew the forest was so filled with sounds and smells?â€
Instead of answering, Wyatt took her in his arms and, gently, laid her on the ground. Then he lay down beside her. For a minute or two, he didnâ€™t do anything, just looked at her. Then, he gently started caressing her face. When his fingertips were over her mouth, he could feel her kissing them. He let her do so and then he slowly and gently let them work their way down her body to her hips and in between her thighs. As he did so, they kissed each other. All the time she was moaning with pleasure.
That night, she laid, only wearing only her panties and a t-shirt that had been cut off just below the sleeves, leaving most of the sides bare and vulnerable, arms and legs spread apart and tied to the frame of her bed. Still blindfolded, as she had been most of the day, she wondered what was going to happen now. The answer came in the form of a feather-duster gently being stroked all over the soles of her feet. She started giggling, begging him to stop, but the feather kept on going. It went up and down her legs inside and out. It went up and down her sides and stomach and under her t-shirt. It tickled her neck, ears and face. All of this was done several times over.
Before long they were both glad, they were in a cabin, far away from everybody else. She screamed at the top of her lungs from laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. He went on, relentlessly tickling her with the duster, and didnâ€™t stop until she said, she needed to use the bathroom, and she needed to go NOW. She was still chuckling, when she came back and laid down on the bed, for him to tie her to it.
The next morning, before Wyatt tied her hands, she said she wanted him to tie them behind her back and, after breakfast, to gag her too.
After they had finished eating, he gagged her with a cloth. Then he used panel gag to hold it in place. It had lots of tiny holes in it to let the air circulate. He also tied a rope around her waist, trapping her arms behind her. They went for a walk, along what she presumed was the same trail as the day before. He took her to a tree trunk that had been broken. Probably during a storm, she guessed.
â€œThis must be where he brought me yesterday,â€ she thought. As then, he started caressing her face and body, and they, once again, ended up cuddling on the ground. Well, he did the cuddling, she just enjoyed it.
When they came back to the cabin, he tied her hands, chest, waist and feet to the pole in the middle of the lawn and went inside. Shortly thereafter, he came back out, carrying a blanket, and wearing only the smallest pair of bathing trunks. They were so small; they almost seemed to burst at the seams. He spread the blanket out on the ground, and lay down. He looked up at her and said; â€œI hope youâ€™re not too hot? I could get you a hat or something, if you want to?â€
â€˜Ha, ha! Very funny,â€™ she thought. â€˜How am I supposed to answer? Iâ€™m gagged. Remember?â€™ She tried to get some revenge, by first shaking her head, and then nodding. To her disappointment, he understood her right away, and went go get her a hat. When he came back, he had a cap in one hand, and a big glass of ice chilled water and a straw in the other. He opened a little flap in the gag, and put the straw inside. That way, she could drink the water, without having to take it off.
When she had drunk all the water, Wyatt took some ice cubes, or what was left of them, and put them between the leotard and her back. The shock made her scream through the gag and snort. Undeterred of the noises she made, he gingerly poured the rest of the cubes down the front of her leotard, between her breasts, the fabric and her body. Though quite nice, the shock almost made her wet herself. Wyatt only stood there.
He went in a couple of times to get some more ice cubes, and water, in the hours they spent basking in the sun. It was always the same procedure, she drank the water and he poured the ice cubes inside her clothes.
When they came in after having spent a couple of hours in the sun, he took something from a drawer and said:â€Look what I found! If you wear these when you use the toilet or take a shower, your hands will be free, but still useless. You will still be dependent on me, to do whatever you have to do in there.â€ In his hand, he held what looked like two oval-ish shaped pieces of leather. One side was thick and the other was soft. On the top, there was a draw-string. You could open it up and put your hand in it, so that way it was more like a pouch. He put one of her hands in one of the pouches, and pulled the string. Now she could move her hand, but she couldnâ€™t grab anything. â€œThey're supposed to be water-proof, but I thought weâ€™d test that claim tomorrow, when I hose you down.â€
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Post by Wyatt9999 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 8:34 am

haha very cool

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Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 12:49 pm

The next morning, she was woken up by Wyatt violently shaking her bed. â€œGet up, you sleepyhead,â€ he said, way too much awake for her taste. â€œItâ€™s almost 6 oâ€™clock, and weâ€™ve got a lot to do, so Iâ€™m going to see to it you get out of there, right now.â€ He took the cuffs holding her hands and feet to the bed-frame off. He let her strip out of the pyjamas, and then put the mittens he had found yesterday on her hands. He put a chain, made of stainless steel, around her knees, locked it in place with a stainless steel lock and led her to the bathroom. He let her relieve herself and then put her in the shower. He took his own pyjamas off and connected her hands in front of her with a padlock fastened to small D-rings, located at the very top of the mittens. At the same time he connected the mittens, he fastened them to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. Then he began showering them both.
It was a new sensation for her not to be able to take a shower unassisted, but a good one. She felt immensely pampered and she liked it. She liked it ALOT. She especially liked how meticulous he was, when it came to getting everything located between her hips squeaky clean. Letâ€™s just say, he gave her as thorough a tongue- and mouth-check there as everywhere else on her body, if not more so.
When they were done showering, Wyatt took her, still naked, outside and over to two poles, she hadnâ€™t seen before standing in the middle of the lawn. He put her between them, and told her to hold her arms up high. He attached short chains to mittens, so she had to stand with her arms raised. If nothing else, it was an energy-efficient way to get her hair dry. While she stood there drying, they ate their breakfast, pick-nick-style.
It took the wind and the heat from the sun little over an hour to dry her hair, and everything else, completely.
He unhooked her from the poles, took her inside and helped her brush her long hair till it shone and to get dressed. As always, the clothes consisted of a leotard and thick pantyhose. The ones she wore that day were green. The leotard was light green, almost pistachio coloured, while her pantyhose were dark green almost the colour of moss. â€œLetâ€™s see,â€ Wyatt said, while he took the mittens off and tied her hands behind her back, â€œweâ€™ve been to the â€˜magicâ€™ clearing twice, havenâ€™t we? Once when you were blindfolded and once when you were gagged. That just leaves one visit, and I thought weâ€™d go there now, if you donâ€™t mind.â€ Without waiting for her response, he tied her knees back together again, tied the â€œtow-ropeâ€ around her waist, temporarily tying it to a door knob. Then, he left her. When he came back, he had the foam-rubber pieces he always used tie to her ears, to muffle the sounds around her.
This time however, when they got to the clearing, she was disappointed. The magical feeling she had had on her previous visits just wasnâ€™t there. During their usual cuddling-session, she just couldnâ€™t stop thinking about how dead and â€œflattened outâ€ everything around her seemed. Wyatt almost immediately noticed she wasnâ€™t â€œall thereâ€ and soon gave up his tries to get a response from her. Disappointed at the outcome, he took her back to the cabin, and they ate lunch, her with the mufflers still on. Meal-time over, he tied her to the poles out on the lawn, blindfolded her, and went into the house.
She could sense his disappointment, and understood why. What she didnâ€™t understand though, was why it had all seemed so flat today. That was a question sheâ€™d contemplate for a long time to come.
Later that evening, they went home. Just before they arrived, he took all the gear off her, and when she could speak and move again, she put a hand on his cheek, and said: â€œIâ€™m so sorry for having spoiled your visit to the clearing earlier today! I hope you can forgive me?â€
â€œCourse I can!â€ He smiled as he continued:â€Not many people have the exact same experience three times in a row, when they go there.â€
â€œOne more thing before I go. All the rope, chains, cuffs and all the rest of it, weâ€™ve used these past days; which one of you does it belong to? Not to mention the cabin.â€
â€œAll of it sort of belongs to everyone in my family, on sort of a â€˜first come, first servedâ€™ basis. Comes in handy days like these past four days, doesnâ€™t it?â€
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 12:52 pm

Phew! I think that was the last peek into their lovelife. For now, anyway.
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by Wyatt9999 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 1:20 pm

Nice I think the girl wants to do the tying for a change

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Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 1:27 pm

OK. Any particular kind of clothes?
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by Wyatt9999 » Tue Jun 07, 2011 1:33 pm

well just in shorts and shirtless and have her tickle me