Going to the mall

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Sep 26, 2012 5:58 am

It was early afternoon, and mid-teen Mandy was relaxing in a deck-chair, dressed in nothing but a red, spaghetti-strapped leotard, with a white trim and a pair of dark sun-glasses, trying to soak up some sun. Suddenly her wrists were forced together, and before she had any time to protest, they were lashed snugly together with a piece of soft rope. She looked up, and saw her boyfriend, Tom, standing over her holding the end of a rope in his right hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“There is something I want to show you. Come on, on your feet!” he replied as he yanked hard on the rope. She had two options: either she would do as he said, or risk getting her arms yanked clean out of their sockets. Quite sensibly, she chose the first option, as much out of curiosity as of not wanting to lose her arms.
“I can’t go anywhere! I haven’t got any shoes on, in case you haven’t noticed.” she tried to protest, a protest which he completely ignored.
“You don’t need any. Anyway, it’s not that far to go.” was the only thing he said.

With her in reluctant and constantly complaining tow, he walked across the street, and into the little meadow beyond and up a small hill.
“Aow! That hurt, that walk did!” Mandy angrily said, with a strong emphasis on the words ‘Aow’ and ‘hurt’. “I hope it was worth it?”
“Well, I don’t know. What do you think?” he said, and used his left hand to point out the view from up there and taking her sunglasses off.
She looked out over the meadow, and what she saw made her gasp. It was filled with flowers as well as thick, green grass. She had of course been up there many times before, but she had never actually noticed how beautiful it really was.

Tom led her, now rather more willingly, down the hill and to the centre of the meadow, and made her lay down on her back. He took out another piece of rope, and tied her ankles together.
“Why are you tying me up?” she asked, the heat from the sun already making her a bit drowsy.
He lay down beside her: “Because I want you where I can see, and touch you.”
“M-hm, I see! And you can’t do that at home?” she said, with a smile, and a nod.
“No,” he said, with a deep sigh. “Well, yes I probably could, but this place is so much more isolated. Don’t you think? If we were at home, I wouldn’t be able to do this!” He straddled her, and using one finger, he slowly started making circles wherever he could, from the waist up. The other hand he used to pin her hands to the ground above her head, thus exposing her armpits.
At first she didn’t react; she just smiled, drowsily. But as he picked up speed she started giggling, which turned into laughter, which before long, turned into a belly-laugh.
”No! Please don’t! I can’t take it anymore!” she howled, over and over again. The only thing that happened was him turning around and concentrate his attention to her legs and feet. That gave her the perfect opportunity to start pounding on his back.
“The more you pound on my back and beg me to stop, the longer I’ll continue!” he panted.

That made her stop and she even lifted her arms over her head voluntarily. He stood up, only to go down on his knees on one side of her. He looked at her, from her head to her toes, and back up again.
“Oh, you’re such a spoilsport, you are. It was much more fun, when you struggled,” he moaned. Then, his face suddenly lit up:”I know! Come on, up you come!” He untied Mandy’s feet, hauled her to her feet, and wound the extra rope around her bound-together wrists and waist.
“Now, where are we going?” she asked.
“Somewhere else,” was the slightly enigmatic answer she got.

He led her out onto the street again, but not back to her place. Instead, he started walking towards the mall!
“Why are you taking me to the mall?” she protested. “I can’t go there like this, you dimwit!”
“Like what? Oh, you mean you want socks and shoes?” he said, pretending not to understand what she meant. “There’s no time for you to home and put them on! I’ve got this sudden urge for ice-cream, and it can’t wait!”
“In that case, can’t you at least untie my wrists? You’ve got time for that at least. Haven’t you? I really don’t want to walk around town, with my hands tied!”
“Erm, nope! No time for that, either!” he said, shaking his head vigorously, and started walking even faster.

When they came to the ice-cream place, they went in, Tom chose a round table in the middle of the locale, and she sat down, as quickly as she could. Tom bent down and, using the rest of the rope, tied her knees together, tying it off on one leg of the chair.
A draggy voice from behind his back suddenly asked:”What are you two kids having?” Tom spun around and said they would like two large bowls of strawberry-and-vanilla ice-cream with chocolate sprinkles on both, and two large sodas.
The waitress went and got it, and Tom sat down beside Mandy. When the ice-cream came, Mandy mildly asked Tom how she was supposed to eat it. He said he’d help her.
He did, but by the time they were finished, the place were full of people. There was even a long queue, snaking its way outside.
She was untied from the chair, but, because of the queue, it took them a while to get out the door, much to Mandy’s frustration.
Instead of going straight back home, Tom seemed to have developed a sudden urge to go window-shopping. He dragged her along the three-story mall, stopping at almost every shop, sometimes even going in to them, and having a closer look around.

Two hours later, he finally seemed to have had enough. As they slowly walked back home, Mandy remarked:”Tom? Did you notice something odd at the mall? There weren’t many people taking much, if any, notice of me having my hands bound, being dressed the way I am, and that you were dragging me along. Most of them looked as if it was something quite normal.”
“Yes, I noticed that, too. It says a lot, when something like this can be allowed to go unnoticed. Not even the cop we met said anything. I was so sure he would.”
When they got back to Mandy’s place, she said:”Let’s do it again, some day! But this time, give me a ‘heads up’ first, will you? My feet are killing me!”
He just smiled, took her back out to the patio, tied her to the deck-chair, and left her to be released by her parents.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Going to the mall

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Sep 27, 2012 12:06 pm

Mandy was once again wearing nothing but a leotard, but this time she was on her knees rummaging through her wardrobe.
“Where are they?” she wondered out loud. “I’m sure I put them in here somewhere!”
Growling and muttering, she kept on searching until she heard voice behind her. It was Tom, revelling in the sight of her upturned backside.
“That’s a nice view from here, that is! Looking for something in particular, are you?” Ignoring his comment about her backside, she said in a rather annoyed voice: “As a matter of fact, I am. I’m looking for some birthday presents I got from my dad a couple of years ago. I’ve been looking absolutely everywhere for them, and I just can’t find them!”
Sauntering into the room, Tom held up a pair of wrist- and ankle-cuffs.
“You looking for these, by any chance?” he asked, in a mock-disinterested manor.
Sitting back on her heels, Mandy held out her hands to take the cuffs from him.
”Yes, it is, actually.”
“Mm, thought so. As a matter of fact, I found them in there,” he waved his thumb in the general direction of a cabinet, on the other side of the room,” still in their original boxes, and still unopened. You’ve never actually used them, have you? Well, in that case, it’s high time you did!” With lightning speed, he grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back, then yanked her to her feet, and put the second pair of cuffs on them.
“Aow, you’re hurting me!” she cried out. “You take them off, right now!”
“No, I will not! They rather suit you, you know. There ‘s just one thing missing, I think.” And with that, he shoved a ball-gag in her mouth, and buckled it behind her head. “Right, now the ensemble is complete!” he gloatingly said.
“Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” she yelled, stomping her feet in frustration, making the chain between her feet rattle loudly.
“Sorry? What did you say?” he said as he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying! I’d better let you cool off.” He grabbed her arm, and dragged her out the door and into the kitchen, where he opened the door to the freezer, and took out some ice-cubes, which he promptly put down the back of her leotard. The sudden shock of having something freezing cold being put next to her body, made her squirm and shriek, and try to get away.
He just laughed, and put some more down the front, “for good measure,” as he called it.

“Cool enough yet?” he asked, with an evil grin, plastered all over his face.
She nodded, tears of frustration and anger streaming down her face.
“Ready to go for a walk?” he suddenly asked.
“Ngh?” she muttered, aghast. Then she violently shook her head; “Ngh-ngh!”
“OK then; let’s go!” He tied a rope around her waist and hauled her out the front door, and down the street. This time, though, instead of taking her to the nearby mall for some ice-cream and soda (which she very much longed for), he took her to the library across town. That meant a bus-ride of about half an hour, the driver giving them a strange look, and a whole lot of walking.

When they stepped inside, Tom casually walked among the shelves, not looking for anything special, it seemed. He grabbed a book at random, and they sat down at a table, and he absentmindedly started turning the pages.
Suddenly, a little old lady (it’s always them, isn’t it?) came over, and asked if Mandy was okay. Mandy nodded, as she looked down at the floor.
“That’s good, my dear. Remember; if he gives you any trouble, you just come to me, and I’ll sort him out! You hear?” the lady said and patted Mandy on the head. “I’ll leave you to it then, shall I?” and left.
They, somehow, managed to refrain from laughing, as the old lady periodically kept looking their way. When she was convinced there was no “foul play” involved she left them alone, for some mysterious reason, looking rather displeased.
“Oh, did you how she longed to give me a whack round the ears, or two! I’m almost, sorry I didn’t give her any reason to!” Tom told Mandy, whose eyes were glistering with laughter.
“Ngh!” she said and nodded, then in a sad tone: “Ngh, ngh!” meaning “Poor her!”

“Look, it’s almost time for something to eat, and I‘m starving.” Tom said, two hours later. “How about we go to my place? I’m sure there is something for us to eat there. If not, my mum probably could make something.” Mandy nodded, and as the day was sunny they, side by side, walked back, Tom holding the rope in only a loose grip.

Mandy was more than welcome to share a meal with Tom and his family, provided he first wash her feet, as Tom’s mum didn’t want dirty foot-prints all over the floors. Tom gladly obliged, as it gave him an excellent opportunity to tickle Mandy feet, which he did, until she wept from laughter. He then asked if Mandy could stay the night, and his parents said “Sure! Why not?” Mandy’s said almost exactly the same thing.
What Mandy’s parents didn’t know, was that there was only one bed in Tom’s room, which they had to share.

When they went to bed, Tom used rope to fasten Mandy’s shackled hands and feet to the ends of the bed, stretching her out on her back, and lay down beside her.
“Mmm,” he delighted said, raising an eyebrow, “tonight I can tickle you as much as I want to.
“Ngh,” Mandy despondently moaned, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he said, while thinking: ‘Not tonight, anyway,’ “but I am going to remove your gag. But, here’s the thing: You will not say a word from now on, to any one unless you are being asked something. Is that clear?” Mandy nodded. “And another thing: tomorrow it goes right back in, and I cuff your hands behind your back again, after breakfast. Agreed?” Another nod from Mandy once again answered the question.
“Good,” Tom said and took the gag off. Mandy slept surprisingly well that night, despite being forced to sleep on her back.

The next morning, after breakfast, Tom gagged her, as he promised he would. Just as he had finished, his dad John came and told them to follow him.
The three of them went into the room next to Tom’s and John said: “I think we could adapt this room to accommodate your special needs, Mandy, should you choose to move in with Tom. You see, I called them when you had gone to bed last night, and they gladly accepted my offer to let you move in here. At least during some weekends and/or holidays.” he explained. “Should you choose to do so.” he once again added. Mandy just nodded, as it was all she could do. The room contained a wooden-framed, narrow bed, a desk and a chair, that was it.

Tom walked her home. When they got there, Mandy’s dad, Andy, stood waiting for them on the front-porch.
He greeted them, and told them to go inside, to where Mandy’s room was. He followed them, and when they stopped, he told them: “I heard what your family’s done for our daughter. We’d like to return the favour.” He opened a door, and they saw a room, furnished much the same way as the one Mandy would use at Tom’s place.
“I hope you like it.” Andy said.
Tom nodded and said it was perfect. He took off Mandy’s gag and she said: “I’ll make you a deal; I’ll only wear leotards and be cuffed or be tied up when I’m at your place, if you agree to wear bathing-trunks and being cuffed or tied up when you’re here, how’s that?”
Andy said it was only fair, and Tom, after having thought about it for a while, agreed.

On their way out, Tom looked in to Mandy’s room, and saw her bed had several straps attached to it, on the top, sides and bottom.
“Do you always sleep strapped to the bed?” he asked.
“Mm,” she nodded, “I somehow feel much more secure that way. You see, I fell out of the bed once, when I was a little girl, and I definitely do not want to do that again!”

As he left, he gave her a kiss on the nose, and said:”See you Friday!”
“Yes,” she replied. “But then, can’t we sleep here?”
“Course we can!” he said and waved Good-bye.
Whazzzz up!.