## Clara and I f/f

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:07 am

“Do you want to come and spend the weekend with me?” my best friend Clara asked one Friday.
I, of course, jumped at the chance to get to know her a bit better still and gladly said yes.
“OK, fine!” she said. “But just so you know Betty; my life at home is quite a bit different than yours,” she solemnly went on. “The simple reason why I’ve never invited you to my place before is I wasn’t sure you’d be ready for the kind of life I lead.”
“Oh; how do you mean?” I asked, suddenly not sure I should have accepted so easily.
“You’ll see!” was all she said, looking very mysterious.
Clara and I had known each other since before we started school, and we were now in our mid teens, so I thought I knew her petty well by now. She was everything I wasn’t; I had long blonde hair, hers was almost black and very short; I was tall for my age and slender, she was about a foot shorter, and muscular (for a teen-age girl); I’d always worn nice dresses, whereas she’d always dressed in jeans and boy’s shirts or, more recently, black leather trousers and black t-shirts, never in a dress. My family lived in a nice terrace-house, hers in a two bedroom council flat. I had several siblings, she hadn’t. The list of differences could go on and on.
We went directly to her place after school on Friday. I, apart from my school-bag, carried a big plastic bag with a few necessities, such as a tooth-brush and a couple of changes of clothes, including my favourite, pink footed pyjama. She knew I had it, and had seen it and others like it, on several occasions, when she had been sleeping at my place. “I love those pyjamas of yours! I actually think I want some for myself!” she told me, on more than one occasion.
As soon as we got to her place, and had hung up our coats, she went over to a chest of drawers and opened the top one. She took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands in front of her.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Putting handcuffs on, of course!” she answered, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “I always do, when I’m at home. I think it feels nice. Do you want to try?” She held up another pair.
“Mm, for a little while, I guess. Just to see if I like it.” I hesitantly said.
“OK! I can always take them off if you don’t, but you will; you’ll see. It may feel a bit strange at first; but knowing you, you’ll get used to them in no time.” She cuffed me, securely but not too tight, and I was really surprised by how right she was. Within a few minutes, I had almost forgotten I had them on!
“I was right, wasn’t I!” she asked, the worry shining through in her voice. “You do like the feeling, don’t you?”
I lifted my hands and inspected the cuffs. In my mind they were quite heavy, but not heavy enough to be of any consequence. I could still do whatever I wanted, and reach the things I wanted to reach.
“Yes, you were.” I told her.
“Good, I’m glad you liked them,” she said. “Are you ready for step two of three, then?”
“Step two?” I asked. “What’s that?”
She reached into the drawer, and took out two more pairs of cuffs. These looked even heavier, were larger and had longer chains between them. “These are for the ankles,” she told me, as she reached down and put one pair on her own ankles.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, and told her to go ahead and put the other pair on my ankles. She did, and I found they were put on just as securely, as the handcuffs.
She stood up, put her hands in the drawer once more, and took out two balls, attached to leather straps. “These are ball-gags,” she explained. “They’re designed to prevent the wearer from talking, or at least make as little noise as possible. They can make your mouth a bit soar if you wear them for a long period of time, especially if you’re not used to them. But they will make you drool pretty quickly. I usually wear one, the question is; do you want to?”
I looked down at my cuffed wrists and ankles, and said:”Having liked the experience thus far; sure, why not!”
She took out a key from a cabinet on the wall, and told me she had to un-cuff one of her wrists, when she put the gaggers in our mouths, but that she’d put it right back on when she was done. As she did before, she first put a gag in her own mouth. When I saw how deep in it went, I almost backed out; but then I thought she might consider me a chicken if I did, so I let her gag me. When it was buckled safely in place, I couldn’t close my mouth properly.
I looked at myself in a full length mirror they had hanging on the wall and saw myself with my hands cuffed in front of me, the ankle-cuffs just visible under the full-length, flowery skirt I was wearing, the gag in my mouth just visible behind my almost closed lips. It actually looked quite nice, I thought. We gave each other a “thumbs up” as a sign that we were OK, and went in to her room to get some homework done before her parents came home.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:39 am

Nice first part. I want read more. I hope your surprise me little with par when she go bed and perhaps a bit history why she do it.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Dec 02, 2012 11:19 am

I kind of lost track of time as we sat studying at her desk, and suddenly a key was put in the lock, and Clara’s parents came in. I panicked and started “Mmph” ing, wanting to get free, not wanting them to think I was weird or anything. Then I realized they must be so used to their daughter being cuffed, they wouldn’t mind me being cuffed too. Or so I hoped. As I steadied my nerves, I caught a glimpse of Clara’s face; she actually seemed to enjoy seeing me having a panic-attack!
“Did you think they’d get mad, or something?” she wrote on a piece of paper. I nodded, and she wrote:” They’re used to me being chained; why should they think you’re weird?” I shrugged. At that moment, the door to Clara’s room opened, and her father looked in.
“Ah; there you are, Clara!” he said. “And you must be Betty. Clara’s told us so much about you over the years. Why haven’t you visited us before, I wonder?”
‘Because Clara’s never invited me before, that’s why!’ I thought as I quickly got to my feet, and tried to curtsey. In my haste I forgot my shackled ankles, and very nearly lost my balance. I grabbed hold of the edge of the desk to steady myself, and I could swear I saw a smug smile on his face as he turned away. Was this something he had expected me to do and now his suspicions were confirmed?
Then, Clara’s mother, Tina, looked in and said: “Nice to meet you, dear! Will you be staying for supper?”
Horrified, I looked at their daughter, who just smiled, as much as the gag in her mouth allowed. Hadn’t she told them I was coming to spend the weekend there?
I started reaching behind my head, to take the gag off. Clara’s father, who introduced himself as Rolf, saw my dilemma and offered his assistance, which I gladly accepted. When I was free of the gag, I said: “Haven’t Clara said anything to you about me staying the weekend? If not, please let me out of these cuffs, and I be on my way home.”
Rolf just looked at me, and put the gag back in my mouth, ramming it deeper inside than it had been before.
“Nonsense my dear,” he said, as he buckled it behind my head. “Granted, she didn’t tell us anything about you staying here, but you are more than welcome to stay for as long as you want to.” Then, turning to his daughter; “Have you finished studying yet, or do you want to be left alone for a bit longer?”
Clara looked at me, and when I shrugged, she got to her feet, and we went and watched TV instead, before being fed dinner.
When it was time for us to go to bed, I saw that a spare bed had been placed in Clara’s room. Her mother unlocked our cuffs and took our gaggers out, but instead of undressing herself, Clara let Tina undress her, and dress her in a footy pyjama, looking very much like one I had. Then, she was diapered.
Just to get in the spirit of things, I let her do the same to me (except for the diaper), and soon we looked so much like twins, we had a giggle-attack.
“Maybe I’ll start letting my mum do this when I’m back home!” I gasped. “But then again, she’d probably start wondering why I suddenly can’t do it myself anymore!”
“Mm,” Clara agreed, “she probably would! But, would you care?”
“Nope; not one bit!” And we laughed even harder.
While we were busy laughing, Tina had fetched something from a cupboard. It was a tangle of straps, which she put on my bed. She locked half of them at the bottom end of the bed frame; and the other half about halfway to the head board. Then she took two longer straps and locked them on the bed-frame just below the upper ones. When she was done, she had two more, which she put on the floor. When I took a closer look, I noticed Clara had straps on her bed too.
“What are the straps for?” I asked.
“I’ve put them there, to keep you from getting out of bed, of course! These, (she pointed at the upper, smaller straps) are for your wrists, these (the bottom ones) are for your ankles, and the large one will go over your waist.” Tina told me, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Don’t you want them? Clara’s had them for years. Ever since she was a little girl, she’s been sleepwalking, and we’ve had resort to this to stop her from falling and getting hurt. It’s a very long way to the ground from the fourth floor, especially if you’re a little girl.”
I looked at Clara’s smiling face, and not wanting to disappoint her, I agreed to let me be strapped to the bed, as well.
When we were alone, I said:”OK, so I sort of, kind of, understand why the straps are needed; I think I do anyway. But, why do you want the cuffs? That, I cannot understand. And, what’s with the gag? You’re not that talkative!”
“No, I’m not,” she said, “but you saw how my parents are! They give me, and let me do just about anything I want, as long as I don’t get hurt, because that’s their biggest fear. I’ve never told you this, but before we moved here I had a sister. They gave us a real strict upbringing, and when she couldn’t take it anymore, she jumped out of her bed-room window. Since then they’ve let me do pretty much what I wanted. Out of guilt of robbing me of a sister, I suppose. Me being cuffed at home is a way to keep them from not getting too worried, when they leave me alone, I suppose. They bought them, and these straps, after I gave them the idea, but I’ve let them believe it was theirs from the start.” Adding, as she started giggling; “Parents are so very easily manipulated; don’t you think?”
“Mm,” I agreed. ‘Some are, at least,’ I thought. ‘But not mine, I don’t think!’
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:49 pm

I think same. please do ASP.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:09 am

I will! I will! I'm writing so fast, there's smoke coming out of the keyboard!
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:21 am

hallo the remind little fake error message for Window3.1 had picture. But was in German.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Dec 03, 2012 11:40 am

The next morning, as we lay waiting for her parents to come and get us out of bed, I asked Clara:”You told me why you are cuffed, and that you like it; but why the gag? And why do you wear a diaper? And why do you let your parents undress, and I suppose dress you, like a little baby?”
She looked up at the ceiling before answering:”It was something that sort of came with the cuffs, I suppose. You can’t be cuffed without being gagged, can you? And you can’t use the bathroom during the night if you need it, either.
“No,” I sighed,” I suppose you’re right.”
And as far as them helping me with the clothes is concerned; they want to, so I let them.”
At that moment, Tina came in to the room, and started the process of freeing us from our beds. She asked me if I had had a good night’s sleep, and I said I had. “I’m just a bit stiff from not being able to move around as I’m used to, that’s all.” Then I told Tina I had changed my mind, and wanted to be diapered tonight too.
“Good!” she beamed. “We always got plenty of diapers, and we don’t want you to have an accident in that nice pyjama of yours, do we?” God, I thought she sounded as if talking to a small child!
Having seen how it was done the day before I cuffed my wrists in front of me before putting cuffs on my ankles, and we went to have breakfast. Afterwards, Clara told Rolf we wanted to have our wrists cuffed behind our backs for a while, and he helped us that.
That afternoon, Clara said being inside all the time bored her. ”There is a fenced-in area behind the house. Let’s go there for a while!”
Expecting her to want to take off the cuffs, before going out, I said yes. I was a bit puzzled, and somewhat horrified, when she immediately went for the door.
“Wait!” I said. “You’re not going out like that, are you?”
She turned around and smiled:”No, how silly of me. I forgot the gag! Thanks for reminding me.”
I sighed; that wasn’t exactly what I had meant. I clarified: “No, I mean; are you sure you want to go outside while still being cuffed?”
“Course I do!” she told me, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I’ve done it a million times, and none of the neighbours has even said a word, neither to me, nor to my parents. Come on now. Let’s go!” And to her parents, just before she was gagged: “Come down and get us in about an hour, will you?”
I sighed yet again (I seemed to be sighing a lot while visiting Clara), allowed myself to be gagged, and followed her out.
In the elevator, we met one of the neighbours, who said:”So you’re a friend of Clara’s, I see. I hope she’s treating you nicely?”
When he realised I was gagged, and therefore unable to give an answer, he just looked intensely at her and hissed:”I sure hope you do young lady, or else I’ll tell your parents, and then you’ll be mighty sorry!” He left the elevator and we looked at each other for a second or two, before starting to laugh, as much as our gaggers allowed.
I could practically see in her eyes that she thought: ’See? No one in this building cares about anything, unless you wander around completely naked, and that’s one thing I definitely won’t do!’
‘Me neither!’ I thought.
As it was a cold day, I was glad to see Rolf coming to get us back home. Or at least I thought he was. Instead, he put straps around our necks, and connected longer straps to them. At first, Clara looked every bit s puzzled as I was, but then she seemed to understand what was going on.
She gave me a reassuring look, as we were towed towards their car, a Volvo station wagon. We were put in the spacious boot and put with our backs against the back of the seats and the straps around our necks were tied to rings embedded in the seats’ back. It turned out he was going shopping, and he left us in the car where every passer-by could see us, when he walked into the store. It seemed to take him quite a while to get what he needed from the store, and as it was Saturday, there were a lot of people walking in, and out of, there.
At first, I tried to hide as best I could and trying not to look back at any one staring at us, and having failed miserably, I soon changed tactics. Now, instead of trying to hide, I stared back, defiantly, as if saying;”What are you looking at? Pea-brain!”
Sadly, that tactic didn’t work either, so I had to put up with being stared at for as long as we were there. It was only for an hour, but it was just about the longest hour in my life!
When Rolf eventually came back, he carried two large plastic bags. He opened the door to the boot and put the bags inside, and drove home. He hadn’t said a word since he picked us up in the yard. When we had returned home, he seemed to make very sure he didn’t park the car to close to the house. He took the two bags in first, and then came back for us. The neck-straps were untied, and he motioned for us to shuffle onto the sidewalk. He grabbed the straps, one in each hand, and started casually strolling back home. Maybe he wanted someone to see us, but fortunately for us girls, there were no one.
That night, when Tina had put us both in diapers and footy pyjamas, and strapped us to our beds, I started sobbing.
“Oh, my; what’s the matter, dear?” she asked, as she stroked me over my hair; trying to comfort me I guess.
“I’m going home tomorrow!” I sobbed, “And then there will be no more cuffs, or gaggers, or diapers! I know my parents wouldn’t put them on me, and they certainly wouldn’t allow me to put them on myself!” By now, I cried so much, I practically wailed.
“There, there, Betty dear!” Tina comforted me. “I’ll call them tomorrow. I’m sure we can work something out! OK?”
I looked up at her, and smiled bravely. “Would you do that, for me?” I asked, astonished by this woman’s generosity.
She pinched my nose: “Of course I will, sweetie! Now, good night, you two!”
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Dec 03, 2012 12:36 pm

hallo lasse, miss little the blindfold. Perhaps Betty parents insisted on this. perhaps she er challenge bound, blindfold and deaf for week in her free time. If they graciously than can Clara stay by her under same the conditions or have ware clothes she would not ware.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Dec 03, 2012 1:41 pm

> boundfan46 wrote:another awsome part lasse, wonder what betty"s parents will think or do; by the way, you never gave the ages of them

as long she live by her parents age is most irrelevant fact, there is a saying "How long put you feet under my table, have you do what I say. "
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Dec 03, 2012 2:10 pm

> boundfan46 wrote:another awsome part lasse, wonder what betty"s parents will think or do; by the way, you never gave the ages of them

No, that's right, I didn't, did I? I only said they were in their mid-teens, leaving the rest to you. As for what Betty's parents will say or do: watch this space, as they say!
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Dec 04, 2012 2:43 pm

When Tina came in to un-strap us the last morning of my stay, she told me she had been in contact with my parents and they, as I predicted, were categorically against the whole idea of straps and cuffs, in any shape or form.
“In fact,” she told me, as she took off my diaper and helped me get dressed: “they actually thought it was quite a revolting idea! Oh, well!” she sighed, raising an eyebrow in wonderment, “There’s a place for all kinds of people in this world, I suppose!” As if their way of life was the norm, or something! “But they did agree to let you stay here as often as you like.”
She started brushing her hand over my crimson, ankle-long velvet dress.
“Oh, how I wish my Clara would dress in something like this, every once in a while!” she sighed.
Clara, who had already been dressed, tightly gagged, her ankles cuffed, and her wrists cuffed behind her back, could only growl and shake her head in response. Tina cuffed me, also behind my back, and my ankles. But just before she put the gag in my mouth, I blurted out:”Clara and I have wear roughly the same size clothes, don’t we? She could borrow some of my clothes, and maybe I could borrow some of hers?”
Tina thought it was a splendid idea, but the look on Clara’s face wasn’t so easy to interpret.
In the end, we decided on a light green, ankle long, velvet dress, which I had worn the day before. (I feel like I owe you an explanation here: nearly all my dresses, and skirts too for that matter, are made of some sort of velvety material. Partly because both my parents and I think the material looks good on me, almost no matter what the colour, and partly simply because I think it’s a nice material to wear next to my skin.) Tina put it on a very reluctant Clara, buttoned it all the way up behind her back and put the apron that belonged to the dress on her, and tied it behind her back (almost all my dresses are equipped with aprons).
“There”, she sighed, and led her daughter in front of the mirror, “what do you think? Do you like it?”
Clara looked at herself for quite some time, and then wiggled her head from right to left, as a sign that she wasn’t sure what to think.
“Would you consider occasionally wearing dresses? Or are you still totally against it?” Clara nodded as a response to the first question, and shrugged to the second.
Tina gave her a big hug, took her face in her hands, and kissed her on the fore-head. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice cracking with barely contained tears.
“OK, Betty! Now, it’s your turn to see what you’d look like if you wore some of Clara’s clothes.” Tina took my cuffs off, so she could take off my dress, put a pair of Clara’ black jeans and a black t-shirt on me, and put the cuffs back on.
“Um, what do you think, Clara?” she said, sounding very unsure. “I think that outfit looks real strange on her don’t you?” Clara vigorously nodded. I shuffled over so I could see myself in the mirror, and had to agree with them; I looked ridiculous. Maybe it wasn’t so much the trousers and t-shirt in themselves, as the colour which made me think that. I promised myself never to buy or wear black or even dark–coloured clothes, if I could help it.
“OK! So now I’m going to take away the gaggers for a while, one at a time, so you can tell me what you think of each other, of yourselves, and what it feels like wearing those clothes.”
Both of us agreed that the other one looked great in the different style of outfit, and that we could consider wearing it from time to time, however in a different colour, and the occasions being fairly far apart. We both thought it was a strange feeling against our legs; my legs being enclosed in fabric for the first time in my life (I do wear woolly pantyhose in cold weather, but it still isn’t the same), and hers without the comfort of being enclosed in some kind of fabric, for the first time in her life.
Clara, however, could not see herself wearing a dress in school, whereas I definitely could see myself wearing jeans, or at least trousers.
We were put back in our original clothes, and sent out to the yard for a bit of sunshine and fresh air. Unfortunately, by the time we got out of the building, it had started raining and the wind was picking up, so Rolf had to take us back in again.
When we got in Tina gave me some, in my mind, good news. She told me my mum had given me permission to stay another night. That meant Clara and I could go to school together!
When we lay strapped to our beds that night, Cara asked me how I had found the weekend.
“Well,” I said, “Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, I was actually thinking quite seriously about going home. But then, I don’t know why, I changed my mind. I would really love to come back for more sleepovers, in the future. Do you think that’s possible?”
“Oh, I’m sure it is.” she answered in a very sleepy voice, and within minutes, we were both fast asleep.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Clara and I f/f

Post by cloud » Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:23 am

Ah, finally had time (and effort) to read this. Very good story if not a bit of a strange scenario (a family all thinking it is compleatly normal and everyone else was the wired people ) but a good story.
Hope their are more parts coming out soon of Monday morning before they go to school and possible any other sleep overs they have.
Oh, a TUG! Do I have to play alone?
First Fictional Story (chapters 0-18): Moved Closer by Bondage