A relaxing week-end

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Jun 03, 2012 12:07 pm

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!
Whazzzz up!.

Re: A relaxing week-end

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Jun 04, 2012 3:26 am

Not so fast, mister! How dare you end the story there? That way, I wouldn’t be able to tell them, what happened the day after! Well, if you won’t, then I will!
He and I woke up at about the same time the next morning; “How are you feeling, after yesterday’s ordeal?” he asked. “I know, you’ve been tied and/or chained up before, but never that long. Not that I know of, anyway.”
“I’m O.K.” I said. “You’re right: it is the first time I’ve been in chains or tied up for an entire day. I actually liked the feeling of utter helplessness, as I pretty much couldn’t do anything, because of the pouches over my hands. They’re still there I notice. I’m guessing I’ll have to go through it all over again today, won’t I? And if so, could you at least change my diaper, before breakfast? I’d like to wear diapers today, if you don’t mind.”
He confirmed that was the case, and did as I told him.

Sometime after we’d eaten, there was a knock the front door. Before I had time to go and hide, my dear partner opened it, letting whoever it was right in! I, of course, started protesting but he just used the same gag as the day before, to silence me. It was Oscar, a friend of his (definitely not one of mine!) and when he saw me, he stopped dead in his tracks. I can understand his confusion at what he saw: his best friend’s girlfriend, a gag in her mouth, dressed in onesie pyjamas, her wrists cuffed in front of her, and to a belt, and her ankles cuffed together, too. My boyfriend assured him I liked being chained up, while I nodded, vigorously.

“Well, well! What do you know?” Oscar stunned said. He gestured to my boyfriend, and went into our bedroom. But before they did, I was made to sit in the chair again, a chain around my waist making sure I wasn’t going to follow them anywhere. A while later they came back out, Oscar holding a plastic bag in his hands. He went back home, while my boyfriend got another chair and put it beside mine.
“Soon you’ll have company, my dear,” he said.
A couple of minutes later, the door-bell rang. It was Oscar, returning with his girlfriend, Amanda. He helped her takeoff her coat, revealing she was dressed in a onesie pyjamas, like I was, only hers had a floral pattern on it. I immediately recognized it as one of my old ones. She had her hands in pouches too, and I wasn’t sure, but it looked like she was wearing a thick diaper, like mine. She was fitted with a belt and handcuffs, like I was, and made to sit in the other chair. The boys put a chain around her waist, and one of my ball-gags in her mouth. Lastly, her ankles were put in cuffs. Then they left us, and went out “to see some friends”, as Oscar said. “Back soon!” my boyfriend chimed.

A couple of hours later, my boyfriend and Oscar came back. The first thing they did was releasing our hands, instead cuffing them to the armrests, and putting plugs in our ears. The earplugs didn’t cut our hearing off completely; it just muffled it. We were both blindfolded, as a finishing touch. I was pretty sure what to expect, but I don’t think Amanda was. My suspicions were confirmed, when I heard a rather annoyed yelp coming from her direction, shortly followed by someone poking me in my side with what felt like a finger. Then a feather-like thing was suddenly and lightly dragged down the side of my neck. That made me yelp, I can tell you! Soon, we were both howling with laughter, as the tickle/poking-torture went on. Before long, there wasn’t an inch of my body, except the back of my thighs, that hadn’t been either poked on or tickled. Even the reachable parts of my face and scalp were tickled mercilessly, either by a feather or a finger or two.
A couple of hours later, the torture finally ended, and the blindfolds were taken off. I looked over at Amanda, who was breathing as heavily as I was. But, we both had big grins on our faces.

After having our diapers changed, they kind of invited themselves to dinner, which the boys fed us girls, while we were cuffed in our chairs. They stayed till late that evening, and Oscar took Amanda home, still wearing my old onesie, one of my prisoner transport-belts, ball-gag and a set of ankle-cuffs.
She later told me, it had been a thrilling experience, going home like that, using public transport.
Whazzzz up!.