## Lizzie and Jane

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:59 am

Lizzie and Jane, both in their early twenties, were having a serious conversation, girl-to-girl.
“When are you and John going to start living together?” Jane asked.
“I don’t really know. Soon, I hope.” Lizzie replied in a casual manner, shifting her handcuffs to a more comfortable position, “accidentally” letting her friend know she had a pair of new ones.
“What was that?” Jane asked. “Has he gotten you a new pair of cuffs? Turn around, so I can see them properly!”
Lizzie did as her friend told her, with a barely concealed look of satisfaction on her face.
“Oh; they are BEAUTIFUL!” Jane gasped. The handcuffs were lined with soft, beige leather and wool for comfort and made of brass, with decorations in the form of flowers and leaves. Hearts were hiding the locks, and the chain between them consisted of four small, heart-shaped, steel links. She stretched her feet out, revealing her new ankle-cuffs. As they weren’t meant to be seen as often as the handcuffs, (they were mostly going to be hidden by ankle-length skirts anyway) they were made of plain steel and not lined, as she was going to wear socks or pantyhose all the time from now on.
“I have a pair at home which looks almost the same as the handcuffs, to use when I’m not wearing a skirt or a dress. He even gave me a belt in the same style, “she glanced down at her waist, “so now I can have my wrists cuffed either behind my back or in front, and they won’t get in the way!” she told her friend. “AND a set of THE most beautiful bed-straps, you could ever imagine!”
“I, of course, am not jealous at all,” Jane jokingly said. “Oh, I do hope my Chrispin gives me something remotely similar to those things, when I move to his place.” Then she seemed to think of something. “What about the gag? Did he give you a new one? Where is it? I didn’t see you wear one when you came!”
“That’s because I didn’t wear one! Yes, of course he gave me a new gag. He gave me several, in fact, as well as a couple of blindfolds.” She turned towards the door and shouted: “HEY JOHN! GET IN HERE FOR A SECOND, WILL YOU! AND TAKE CHRISPIN WITH YOU!”
Both men, also in their early to mid twenties, came in. John looked at his fiancé, as always astounded by his good fortune to have won her heart.
“She really is beautiful,” he thought,” sitting there with her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed to the legs of the chair. Well, both girls are beautiful, but especially my Lizzie. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable for her, though, the chair being made of wood, and having no cushion.”
“Yes dear, what is it?” he asked.
“A couple of things, really; first I want you to gag me and put a blindfold on, so they can see what it all looks like together, and then I want you to tell Chrispin where you got my cuffs and the bed-straps, because Jane wants restraints like that, too.”
John told Chrispin where he had bought the restraints, ending up by saying:” If you tell them I sent you, I’m sure you’ll get a rather large discount.”
“Right; we’ll go there as soon as possible,” Chrispin declared.
John took the ball-gag they had brought, and Lizzie opened her mouth so he could put it in.
“The ball is effective, but so soft it doesn’t hurt her jaws or make it hard for her to breathe, as long as she doesn’t have to wear it for several hours, and the blindfold consists of two discs, shaped in a way they follow the curve of the eye-balls, blocking every bit of light.” He manoeuvred the blindfold over Lizzie’s eyes and buckled it behind her head. “Now,” he said, “she can’t see a thing. Of course we only use the gag when she really has to be silent, and the blindfold is mostly used when she sleeps. I’m thinking of getting her earplugs too, as she is complaining about my snoring!”
“Why don’t we go to the store where you bought this, and together we can pick things out for Jane?” Chrispin suggested.
“Sure,” John said, “let’s go!” The boys unlocked the girls’ feet from the chairs, instead using the cuffs to connect their feet, and helped them stand up.
“Do you want me to take the blindfold and gag off for now?” John asked, and Lizzie nodded. He unbuckled the blindfold, but when he reached behind her head once more to take the gag off, she shook her head.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded once more. “O.K, then; but don’t you dare blame me later on for not letting you speak in public!”
The four of them walked down to the bus stop, and the men helped the girls to climb aboard. The ride was quite uneventful, except for an older man congratulating the boys for having given their lovely girlfriends such useful gifts, a remark which made them start to giggle.
“Thank you, sir!” Chrispin said when he had calmed down, “That’s why we like to show them off as much as possible,” a remark which made both Lizzie and Jane growl.
“You’re so dead when we get home,” Jane whispered.
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### Re: Lizzie and Jane

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jun 26, 2013 6:13 am

At the store
“Ah, so you’re back,” Mr. H, the store’s proprietor, said. “And you’ve brought some friends along, I see. What can I do for you today?” When he saw Lizzie, he walked around her to inspect the cuffs:”There doesn’t seem to be any problems with the cuffs you’ve got on, young lady,” he remarked. He turned to John and said: “If I were you, I’d tighten the gag a notch or two. It works better the tighter it is, and it eliminates the risk of her pushing it out with her tongue. Besides, it will fit more comfortably, without her running the risk of getting chafes around the mouth.” He easily put a finger between the strap and her head.
“See what I mean?” he asked. “There should be no slack whatsoever, between the strap and the head.” Then he held up his index finger as a warning. “Do not tighten it more than this,” he said, “otherwise it will hurt her mouth and will, in the long run, damage her lovely teeth.”
“O.K, then; please tighten it as much as you think is necessary,” John agreed.
Having done that, Mr H turned his attention to Jane, or to be more specific, her shackles.
“Oh my; my; my; these are really old and worn,” he moaned. “I don’t know why you still put them on her; they look like they belonged to your grand-parents and can fall apart at any moment! Luckily for you, young lady, I have just the kit you need!”
He led them to a counter, opened one of the display-cases, and produced a box from within, opened it, and showed them what was inside. There were two pairs of wrist- and ankle-cuffs; one pair made of metal, the other made of the highest quality leather. There was also a waist-belt, and chains, so you could connect the wrist- and ankle-cuffs to either each other, or to the belt. There were also some pad-locks and keys. Lastly, there were a couple of gaggers. Every item was adorned with exquisite patterns, and both Jane and Chrispin gasped when they saw it.
As the kit was within their budget, albeit by a whisker, they bought it right away, and Mr. H instructed Chrispin on how to put the cuffs on. Jane was put in the metal-cuffs and gagged, as per Mr. H: s strict instructions and they went home.
Having said “Good bye” to their friends, John turned to Lizzie and said:
“Do you know what? I just realized they didn’t buy anything for her bed, and if her old cuffs were anything to go by, that is also urgent; very urgent indeed! Of course I don’t know if she’s ever strapped to her bed, or even blindfolded, but the way I see it is that she should have the opportunity, should she want it.” He suddenly noticed Lizzie nodding vigorously.
“What?” John asked. “Oh, you mean you know she is strapped to her bed and blindfolded?” Lizzie kept on nodding. “Good! Do you also happen to know, if it needs replacing?”
She thought it over for a while before nodding again, more hesitantly this time.
“Her birthday’s coming up soon, isn’t it?” John asked. “How about we go back to Mr. H, buy a set, and give it to her as a gift?”
Back at Mr. H: s store, they slowly walked pass the displays, until they came to the bed-section. There were plenty of things to choose from, and the first thing they had to agree on was whether to buy a set which would cuff Jane’s wrists and ankles to the legs of the bed, to the middle of the head- and foot-boards, with or without a waist-strap, or any combination thereof.
“Why don’t you buy these for your friends?” Mr. H took out a box and gave it to John. “It is a set of straps, which are fastened to the bed-frame in the corners, with sliding cuffs which allows the wearer to be fastened without the discomfort of having to be on her back all night. And may I be so bold as to suggest you buy her a hood to use at night?”
He held up a soft leather hood, looking a bit like a large version of an American football in shape, with straps and laces. “It is very light-weight; inside it is completely sound- and light-proof, without running the risk of the wearer being suffocated. In fact, it is at the top of its class, when it comes to such matters.
From outside you will hear faint mph-sounds. It is inevitable, really, as it only partially covers the neck.”
John took it from Mr. H: s hands, took the gag out of Lizzie’s mouth, and told her to moan as loudly as she could, once he had put it on. When all the straps and laces had been tightened, she panicked for a second, when she realized Mr. H hadn’t exaggerated in any way. From inside the hood, it was pitch-black and eerie silent.
When she realized she could breathe normally, she calmed down quite a bit, and started talking and moaning to her heart’s content.
John took the hood off, put the gag back in her mouth and strapping it to Mr. H: s satisfaction, asked first Lizzie whether to buy all the things, and then Mr. H how much it would be. When he was told the sum, he bought it all without a moments’ hesitation. Just before leaving, he asked her if she too wanted a hood like the one they had just bought to give to Jane.
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### Re: Lizzie and Jane

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jun 26, 2013 12:39 pm

One day in August, there was a fiesta in the village, why had been lost in the mists of time. All anyone remembered was that on a cart, drawn by a girl dressed all in grey, would be a man handing out gifts and candy to anyone who wanted it for five hours that day, following a specific route.
Today it was Lizzie and John’s turn.
She had put on a pair of woolly, grey pantyhose, a grey, long-sleeved satin leotard, and grey sneakers.
When they arrived at the starting point, where the cart was, she was told to stand between poles, and her hands were strapped to them so she could steer. Then a five-point harness attached to a leather breast-plate was strapped on her so she could pull the cart, and a bit-gag was strapped deep inside her mouth, with reins attached to it so John could tell her where to go, without having to shout.
Last, but by no means least, a big sack of gifts and candy was placed beside John, for him to give out. He was given a whip with strict instructions not to use it on anyone, but just crack it in the air to get attention.
“GIDDY UP, GIRL!” he hollered, cracked the air just above her head, and she started moving.
They soon found a walking-pace, which made her less tired. Even so, she had plenty of opportunities to rest, because they were stopped all the time by people wanting to know how to apply for next year (you don’t, there is a committee which selects the lucky couple from the high-school yearbook), if the harness and bit were uncomfortable (Lizzie shook her head), if the cart was heavy (she made a moaning sound and wiggled her head, and translated that into “not particularly”) and if John ever used the whip directly on her (“Are you mad? Of course I don’t; nor do I use it on anybody else, even though I sometimes get a strong desire to do so!”).
Every half-hour they made a short ‘pit-stop’, the bit was taken out, a towel was used to dry her off and she was allowed to have a drink of some sort of energizer, the sack was refilled, and John asked her how she was. If she said she was tired, he simply stayed where he was until she said she was strong enough to go on.
At one such stop she asked him how many presents and candy he reckoned he had handed out.
“Oh, I don’t really know” he replied, scratching his head, “but this is our fourth lap and the third bag, so at least a couple of hundred. I know for sure some of the kids who by now have had two or three present and candies.
So, are you up for another couple of laps? Do your arms or legs hurt? Can you still breathe O.K?”
“Don’t you worry ‘bout me!” she stoically replied.”Sure, I’m likely to have a sore body tomorrow, especially the legs, and I’m likely to sleep very deeply tonight, but this is a fun way of getting my exercise.
By the way, how long is it left?”
He looked at his watch. “Oh, about an hour and a half,” he replied, grabbed the bit put it in her mouth again and buckled it as before.
Finally, her duty as a horse was over and they could return to where they had started from.
She moaned loudly as her hands were finally released from the poles to the cart.
“Are they sore?” John asked. She nodded and showed him the blisters on the palms of her hands. “OUCH! That looks very painful. Don’t worry; I’ll put some soothing cream on it, when we get home.” he promised.
Then he tried to undo the buckles to her harness, but she moved around so much he eventually gave up.
“Is it O.K if we keep the harness?” he asked one of the organizers, who replied: “Sure! And you can keep the bit too. If you hadn’t already asked, I would have told you they are custom made each year, and if they’re not kept by the girl and/or her partner, they’re destroyed. But that happens very rarely.”
“O.K, thanks!” John said. He turned to her, grabbed the reins, once again said; “GIDDY UP, GIRL!” and she started walking.
On the way home, they met Jane and Chrispin, who took her gag out so she could talk.
“I saw you pulling the cart with him onboard earlier!” she said. “Was it fun?”
Lizzie nodded, and the two girls started whispering; well Jane whispered while Lizzie, still having the bit firmly in her mouth, nodded or shook her head. The two boys were polite enough to let them talk alone, and went and sat on a bench.
From where he sat, John could see that Jane never took the bit out, so he supposed she did the talking and his girlfriend’s part of the conversation were reduced to nods and headshakes. Even so, they kept it up for quite a while, and John was actually on his way over there, when Jane grabbed Lizzie’s reins and led her over to the boys.
“I’m going to visit Mr. H: s store tomorrow and see if he can make me as set of reins and a harness like the ones Lizzie has.” she said. “When he has, you can take us both around town wearing our new harnesses and bits. I bet you anything all the girls will go ballistic with envy!”
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