She woke up, felling all warm and secure. She enjoyed the feeling for a minute or two, but then she tried to move, and noticed she couldn’t. Looking down her body, she couldn’t help but admiring it, even though most of it was covered. She had an athletic body, tall and slim, perfectly suited for swimming, or most other sports, for that matter. But, it was swimming and diving that had captured her heart, from an early age.
Now, it was covered in a onesie, made of pink fleece. Her hands were put in pouches, also made of pink fleece. Then they had been cuffed and bolted on to a belt, made of a wide strip of thick leather. So wide in fact, it covered most, if not all, of her stomach. Then, it too had been covered in pink fleece. Further down, her ankles were cuffed too, and a chain ran from the foot-end and to the ankle-cuffs. The hand-cuffs, as well as the ankle-cuffs, were covered in a pink, fluffy material. In fact, she loved the colour pink so much everything in her room was pink, from the colour of it (from the ceiling to the door and to the floor), to the rug on the floor, and to the furniture and the bed-cover.
In short, she was mad for the colour pink. And she loved being tied, or chained, up.
When she tried to sit up in bed, she noticed the belt was attached to the bed-frame, via D-rings and a chain.
At that moment, her boyfriend came in. Without saying a word, he unlocked the ankle-cuffs from the chain. Then he unlocked the belt from around her waist.
“Did you have a good night’s sleep?” he asked, looking lovingly at the girl that, up till now, had been tethered to the bed.
“Yes, thank you,” she said as she yawned. “I see you managed to add the ankle-cuffs, without waking me up! I must either have been sleeping very hard, or you were very gentle and quiet.”
“A little bit of both, I suspect, with a large side-dish of luck, thrown in for free!” He helped her to her feet. “What do you want to do today, then?”
“Not much,” she replied. “As it is Saturday today, I’d like to just relax all day.”
“Mhm?” her boyfriend hummed sarcastically. “And I guess you want to be cuffed all day?”
“What an excellent idea! Or,” she made a theatrical pause, as she stepped close to him, and in a cooing voice said:” maybe you could keep me in cuffs until noon, tie me up in the afternoon, and I’ll be at the mercy of your dirty fantasies tonight!”
He grabbed her by her hips, kissed her on the mouth and whispered: “Sounds good to me! One other thing, though: the pouches on your hands stay on till tonight. O.K.?”
She pretended getting cross, nibbling at his nose, but then her face lit up: “You’ll have to spoon-feed me every meal! That’s what you wanted all along. Isn’t it?”
“That thought crossed my mind, yes. Now, get a move on! I’m hungry!!
They both found out there is no way you can hurry if your ankles are cuffed.
After lunch, it was time for her to be tied. He let her use the bathroom, before putting a thick diaper on her. Then he grabbed high-back chair, pushed her into it, took several pieces of rope and tied her elbows, wrists, chest, waist, knees and ankles to it.
“You really don’t want me to get out of this chair, do you?” she observed. “And what’s the diaper for?”
“Of course I do! It’s just that I don’t want you getting out of it just yet! Let’s just say; you’ll probably going to need the diaper, at least at some point during the afternoon. Now, open wide!” He pushed a ball in between her teeth, securing it by a strap running through it, and tied off at the back of her head.
He started walking around the chair, poking her sides (from her armpits to her waist), thighs and shins, at irregular intervals, using his fingers or a hard object. He stopped every few minutes, to let her catch her breath. He even let her have a drink of water, from time to time.
After two, possibly three, hours of poking-torture he put a blanket over her, and left her sitting there. Suddenly, she started getting these tingling sensations. It was the blanket, giving off very faint electric shocks, nowhere near strong enough to do any, physical, harm. Nevertheless, they were just as annoying as the poking had been.
When it was time for dinner, a few hours later, she had laughed and cried so much, she was completely exhausted. He fed her a couple of bowls of clear broth and a few glasses of water through a straw, while she was still sitting in the chair.
When she had finished her meal, she said: “O.K, now it’s my turn! First I want you to untie me, and we’ll go to the bed-room, where you’ll change my diaper. Then, we’ll go to bed and...”
Let’s just end the story, with them having a perfect ending to a perfect day!