Postby lasse672000 » Sun Apr 25, 2010 11:52 am
23/04
Dear diary
As I write this, I have had one of the strangest days’ of my live. I say “one ofâ€, because I’m sure there are more to come. To begin with, it all started, really, a week ago, when my parents asked me if I wanted to be part of a movie, about a kidnapped teenage girl, directed by a friend of theirs’. Of course I said yes. Little did I know, what the future was going to bring.
This morning, my parents and I drove to the location, where the first sequence of my part of the film was being made. It was a closed off street in the centre of town. When I got there, they dropped me off, kissed me on the cheek and drove off.
I discovered that I was not to be given a full written script of my part, but instead I was to be given day-to-day print-outs! This, according to the director, would ensure that I acted as naturally as possible. Also, I wasn’t to meet any of my co-stars, also for realisms sake.
Anyway, let’s fast forward to today’s’ filming.
Scene 1: I stroll along a street, all alone, when suddenly I am grabbed from behind! A hand is clamped over my mouth and I’m dragged to a nearby van. I’m shoved face first into the van, and someone shoves a ball gag into my mouth, buckles it tight and my hands are tied behind the back with a soft rope. A coarse sack is put over my head and goes all the way down to my elbows, so I can’t see a thing. Then the van speeds off.
When that scene is filmed to the director’s satisfaction, we move on to the next location. I thought I was going to be freed, during the location-switch but I’m not! The only change, for me, is that I’m allowed to sit in the backseat, instead of lying on the floor. A voice tells me that the windows are tinted so that no one can see into the backseat. There would be an awful lot of explaining to do, if they weren’t I guess.
After some time (an hour, I’m told) we stop and the next scene is shot.
Scene 2: I’m half carried, half dragged inside a house.
When that scene was filmed, I’m asked if I want to use the bathroom. I said I would, and an assistant leads me somewhere. The sack is pulled off me and I’m finally able to have a look at my surroundings. It’s so big it almost looks like an abandoned castle! The bathroom has (I hope fake) gold-faucets and -sinks, and there is gold-mosaic covering all four walls and even the floor.
My hands are untied so I can do my business alone, but the ball gag stays where it is. The assistant goes out and waits for me on the other side of the heavy, gold-inlaid, oak door. She tells me, I have ten minutes. When I’m done I get out (with difficulty, because of the heavy door), my hands are once again tied behind the back, much the same way as before and the sack is pulled over my head.
We go out into the hallway, where the others have been waiting. I can hear them stirring around and the director giving out orders with a booming voice. Everything is now ready for scene 3: The bad guys carry me down to what must be the basement of the house and shoves me into a small, slightly chilly, room. There they order me to sit down on a stool and close my eyes. I do as they say and they tie my legs to the stool’s legs, take off the sack, quickly close the door, and lock it. I know I’m still being filmed, because I can hear the motor of the camera running silently. I look around me and I can see that there is, besides the stool in the middle of the room that I’m tied to, a mattress covered with a blanket, lying on the floor. Beside it in one end, there is a ring mounted to the floor, with a short chain coming from it. Just under the ceiling near to the opposite wall to the bed, another chain, about one meter long, is hanging. At the end of it are cuffs. I wonder; what is that going to be used for and what kind of people has that in their basement, because they looked as if they’d been there for a while. There is also small window and a desk. Outside the window, all I can see are trees and snow. Suddenly, I’m glad to have been indoors for most of the day!
The director, after a couple of takes, yells ‘Cut, that’s a print!’ and the same assistant as before tells me that there will now be only a couple of minutes before my next scene is shot and that she won’t untie me from the stool, because of that. She does however take the ball gag out of my mouth so that I’m able to have a drink of water. When I’m done, she re-gags me but thankfully, doesn’t leave me alone for long periods at a time.
After about one hour, it’s time for my fourth scene of the day. The kidnappers’ have called my parents, with a ransom-demand, and now comes to feed me. I’m ordered, through the door, to close my eyes, so I can be blindfolded. When that is done, my gag is taken out, and I’m fed ham-and-cheese sandwiches with water. Then the rest of the film crew takes a break for lunch. I’m, on the other hand, is left tied to the stool, gagged but without the blindfold and with the door to my room opened, so I can at least hear the others. When the others have eaten lunch, it’s time for scenes to be shot elsewhere in the house, so I’m left pretty much to myself, still tied to the stool in my room. There are however, people coming to check on me from time to time, asking me if I want anything. The only thing I want, by now, is to get up and walk around a bit with my hands free. Unfortunately, as I might have to be in some additional scenes, they daren’t grant me that particular whish. Sure enough, I’m in some scenes in the late afternoon and early evening as well, among them a scene where my captors put me to bed. Now I get to know what the shackles are there for. They blindfolded me, release me from the stool, and make me lie down on the mattress. My hands are untied and instead tied together in front of me. My legs are also tied together and the door is closed and locked. That scene is filmed with only two or three re-takes.
Then it’s time for dinner. The director comes in to me and says that he is going to let me loose for a while and I can have a proper meal for the first time since this morning. When I was done eating, I was gagged once again, (I wonder why?) the cuffs where taken off the chain by the wall and I had my hands cuffed in front of me. I was told to sit at the desk and a pen and some paper were brought to me, so I could write down the events of every day, which I’ve now started doing. The questions however, that at the same time has started to stir in my head are; why am I being kept tied up and gagged all the time and is this the making of a film, or is this for real?
24/4
After I had finished writing down all of the events of yesterday, the clock had passed ten p.m. After a final trip to the bathroom, my hands were once again tied together in front of me, and I was blindfolded and told to go to bed. My feet were then tied together and I was left to try to sleep as best I could, with the door to the room slightly ajar, so I presume I’m not left alone down here, even at night. But, as I lay there, I couldn’t stop thinking about the rest of the crew, having nice soft beds to sleep in.
Anyway, the same assistant as yesterday came in to my room (or my cell. As I’m now starting to call it) and I was, still handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded, escorted to the bathroom. Once there, I was told not to wash my face, just use the toilet. ‘How could I do anything else, when I’m blindfolded?’ I thought. I did, with difficulty, and I was escorted back to ‘my cell’. I was given the layout of today’s scenes. The first scene of the day would be the kidnappers bringing me breakfast, which again were some cheese-and-ham sandwiches and some water. The gag was taken out and I ate and drank with the film-camera running. After that, the script called for me to be gagged and have my hands fastened to the chain hanging from the ceiling. The chain was just long enough, so I could sit on the floor but I couldn’t bend left or right and thus had to sit bolt upright all day. That was the position I sat in for most of the day, when I didn’t have to use the bathroom or ate my dinner. I haven’t had much to do today, so it has been a long solitary day for me, except for the occasional visit by members of the crew, wanting to see how I got along. At lunch, I again was fed the usual ham-and-cheese sandwiches. I’m really starting to get fed up with those sandwiches by now!
The afternoon was spent, again chained to the wall and mostly alone. There were, however, some scenes with me and the kidnappers, so I wasn’t forgotten about totally. Just as my arms threatened to fall out of their sockets, from being raised up in the air all day, dinner time was called. I was released, and I finally had something else apart from ham-and-cheese sandwiches to eat.
When I had finished eating, I was gagged once again, handcuffed and told to write down my experiences of the day.
25/4
My last day! Yay! I spent last night much the same way as the night before; hands cuffed in front of me, feet tied together, gagged and blindfolded on a mattress on the floor of ‘my cell’.
After breakfast, again ham-and-cheese sandwiches with water, I read the script for today. I discovered that I was only in some random shots that morning and, therefore, I would be going home after lunch. I again was chained to the wall, with my arms stretched above me, then gagged and blindfolded. Curiously, the only scene I had that day, was when I was released to my parents, later that day, so I would have to sit like that all morning!
Finally, the time came for my shot! My hands were released from the chain, but not from the cuffs. Instead, I had my hands cuffed behind my back and was lead upstairs. The sack, which had been used on the first day, was put over my head and I could hear my real parents’ voices, as they said a couple of lines. That scene had to be re-shot a couple of times, so it was late afternoon before I finally was able to go home. My father apparently, was given the keys to all of my cuffs and was told not to take the sack or cuffs off before we arrived home. Then I was put into the car, had my feet cuffed together and the seatbelt buckled. The director gave my parents these notes and we drove off. After a very uncomfortable one-hour drive home, I, at last, was released, had the gag taken out of my mouth and the blindfold taken off, but not before I was inside. Tonight I’m going to sleep like a log in my own bed.
Some weeks later: I’ve since heard, that the film have received a couple of minor awards, and is nominated for an Oscar! Fancy that! I haven’t seen the film myself, as it has a 18+ rating and I’m only 15. My father has promised me that he will buy me a copy as soon as it’s released on DVD. As I read this, I hope it will all be worth it!
Whazzzz up!.
Postby lasse672000 » Sun Apr 25, 2010 11:55 am
I know I haven't written anything for a while. But I hope this makes up for it?

Whazzzz up!.
Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Apr 25, 2010 12:19 pm
hallo Lasse nice read again form you. Intresting Idea of a story.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show
Postby lasse672000 » Tue Apr 27, 2010 12:34 am
26/06
Dear diary!
Yesterday, when I looked through the drawers of my desk, I happened to find the diary I wrote a year ago. It just so happens that, last week, the same director asked me, through my parents, if I wanted to be interested in making a sequel to the film I was in last year. It would be, for me, more or less the same script. It would be about a girl who is kidnapped for a ransom. I was hesitant to play the same part again, but eventually I said yes, but only if I wasn’t to be fed ham-and-cheese sandwiches half the time!
Apparently, they had another girl in mind for this film, but she chickened out, when it became clear to her what the film was about. Luckily, she was about the same height and hair colour, so they wouldn’t have to do it all over again. Also, it makes my part about half a day shorter, than the last time. All my parents had to do was to drive to the location, where I was going to be held this time. All I had to do was to wear the same clothes as last time. That is a flowery cotton skirt, which goes down to my ankles and thick pink pantyhose. In addition to that, I have to wear a thick, high necked purple sweater. In the middle of summer!
Sadly, I don’t know where I am, because my father handcuffed me behind the back, gagged and blindfolded me. Then he put a sack over my head before we left. I spent the whole journey there, lying on my side in the backseat of our car! All I can say is that it isn’t the same place as before. This place is an apartment located at the top, or very near the top, of a building. All I can see, when I look out the windows on one side of the apartment is a semi-deserted parking lot and on the other side a busy highway.
When I got here, my blindfold was taken off. Then the director took me to one side; gagged and with my hands still cuffed behind me, and explained that there would be some changes from the previous film. Then he asked me to grunt one time for ‘yes’ and two times for ‘no’ if I understand and agrees with the conditions.
1, I won’t have to be confined to one room. Well, not all the time, at least. I will be free to walk around the apartment as I please, with the exception of the balcony. It is on the side with the highway, which was the shadowy side as well, so I’m not interested in going out there anyway.
2, as on the last occasion, I will have to endure to have my arms and/or hands (and sometimes my legs and feet), tied or cuffed 24 hours a day, one way or another, for the next two days. I also have to endure, being gagged a large portion of the time.
3, I can have pretty much anything I want to eat this time, as there are no ‘eating scenes’ planned for this film.
Does that sound OK with me?
I thought about it for a second, shrugged, then looked him straight in the eye, and grunted one time. So here I am, free to do pretty much what I want, as long as we’re not filming.
On the desk in my bedroom there is a computer (yay) so I can now write my diary-notes, instead of handwriting them. I have no internet-access, but that is something I can live with. It is quite laborious to write with my hands tied together, but I’ll do my very best.
Anyway, this morning we filmed me getting here. I was half dragged, half hoisted up the stairs and inside and then, quite unceremoniously, dumped on the mattress on the floor in here. Yes, the ever-present mattress and blanket is here as well! I had to endure being handled that way about five times! Then, I was left there, hands bound on the back, feet bound together, gagged and blindfolded, while there were other scenes filmed elsewhere in the apartment. After about an hour and a halt or two hours, the same assistant as on the previous film-set came in and asked me if I wanted to use the bathroom. I grunted ‘yes’ and she took my blindfold off, released my feet and retied my hands in front of me. After the short bathroom-brake, she took my gag out and gave me a drink of water, after which she put the gag back, escorted me back to my room and told me to lie down as I had been lying before. Then she once again tied my hands on my back, tied my feet together and put the blindfold back on. Then I was left alone until lunchtime.
She then came in and took the gag out, untied my hands and feet but handcuffed my hands in front of me and escorted me to the kitchen so I could have a bite to eat. None of the other actors was there, but I had a long conversation with the director and his assistant. After about forty-five minutes, it was time for me to shoot the scenes for this afternoon. Back to the room I went, and back on the mattress. It turns out that my scenes this afternoon were only a few, so I’ve been left alone for most of the time. At dinner-time, the same procedure repeated itself, from lunch-time.
As I sit at my desk and write this, I’ve had my hands continuously tied, or cuffed, one way or another, and been gagged since about ten o’clock this morning. It is now ten o’clock at night. I’ve watched TV until about an hour ago and now it is time for bed.
27/6
It is late morning by now and I’ve been strolling around the apartment, avoiding the places where the film crew is and I think I know where I am! I recognize some of the buildings I can see, from the windows. As usual, I have my hands tied in front of me and the ball gag is in place. To tell the truth, I daren’t take it off, even though I probably could.
My only scene today is my release later this afternoon. So I can write this without too much interference (I hope). I long to get home; have shower and a change of clothes. Tomorrow, it’s back to being a normal teenage girl again, whatever that means. One thing is for sure, though, I will ask my parents if they would be willing to tie my hands and feet when I go to bed from now on! I’ve kind of gotten used to the feeling of ropes around my wrists and ankles by now. I think I’d miss it, if they didn’t. A gag would probably be too much to ask for, I suppose. But that is still in the future. This is here and now and they want me to come and have some lunch. Finally, I’m starving!
Later at home: after shooting the release-scene a couple of times, I was handed over to my eagerly awaiting parents. As the last time I had my hands tied together at my back, blindfolded and gagged and they were again told not to take it off before we got home. Not that it mattered, as I had already figured out where we were. They were given a copy of my notes and off we went. I had to lie down in the back seat all the way home, which wasn’t the most comfortable of positions.
As I was hoping, they agreed to letting me be tied, hands and feet in bed. Father said he’d do it, if that were what I wanted. They’ve even agreed to me being gagged, as long as it is a soft ball gag! YIPPIE! Now, I’m a happy bunny! It’s been a strenuous day, so I think I’ll let them tie me up and then I can get some sleep in a proper bed. Good night. See you tomorrow.
Whazzzz up!.
Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Apr 27, 2010 1:17 am
Very nice second part. The girl have very much luck that she this parents. My parents would not do this. The only what you could better described was the sack.

Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show
Postby lasse672000 » Wed Apr 28, 2010 11:17 am
Epilogue
A friend of mine, who happens to be a boy, accidentally saw the diary-notes I made while making the movies, a couple of years ago. He said that he’d bought both movies, when they came out on DVD a couple of months ago, but he hadn’t realised that the girl in the movies was I. He thought she looked like me, but then, so do many girls. “I’m nothing special. In fact I’m a bit of a bore†as the ABBA song goes. When I told him, I hadn’t yet seen either of the movies myself he went back to his place and got them. While he was gone, I went to my room and fetched the bag with all the cuffs and ball gagges I had saved from the filming. When he got back and was about to put the first DVD in the player, I told him I wanted to “get in to the moodâ€. I held out the cuffs and a ball gag and asked him to put them on me. He looked at me in a funny sort of way, but did as I asked.
“Are you sure?†he asked, with a trembling voice.
“Of course, I’m sure,†I said. “If you have read the notes properly, you would have seen, that I was cuffed or tied up the whole time we were shooting my scenes in those films, so being gagged and cuffed for a couple of hours means nothing to me nowadays.†I went on. “If you’d asked me before I made the first film, the answer probably would have been different.â€
“Well, in that case,†he said, took the handcuffs and cuffed my hands on the back. “Tell me if this is too tight, will you!†Then he gently pushed the ball in between my teeth and buckled it behind my head, careful not to catch any of my hair. I tried to push the ball out with my tongue, only to discover, that although he might have been gentle, no matter how hard I tried the gag wasn’t going anywhere. Then we went back and I sat on the sofa. He knelt down and put the cuffs on my ankles. Then he looked up at me and asked: “Is this too tight?†I shook my head ‘no’ and he went and started the DVD-player. Somehow, during the time we watched the two films, I ended up with my head in his lap and with his right arm on my hip.
When we had finished watching the second DVD, he looked down at me and asked me, if the films had turned out the way I had thought. As I hadn’t given them much thought, since making them, I wiggled my head from side to side.
“What is that supposed to mean?†he asked.
“WOUMPF!†I said.
“What? I don’t understand! Oh, you’re gagged. Here, let me take your gag off!†he said with a smile.
When he had unbuckled the gag and taken it off, the first thing I said was:â€I’ll answer your question, but first give me a glass of water. You get very thirsty, with that thing in your mouth, let me tell you!â€
He went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of ice-cold, lovely water! I took a couple of gulps of the water and said: “Ah! That’s better. To answer your question, about the films: as I had no expectations, I don’t really know what to say. So the answer is both ‘yes, they were’ and ‘no, they weren’t’, I guess. I can’t give you a more accurate answer than that.â€
“Were you serious before, when you said you were tied the whole time you shot the movies. Like, even between takes and at night?
Yes, I was. The director said they didn’t have the time to tie me and untie me all the time. And as for nights, you saw for yourself, there were a couple of night-scenes. They really were filmed at night and I guess a lot of them ended up on the editing-room floor, or wherever they end up.â€
My friend took a long thorough look at me and said:â€I’ll tell you what. I want to test something! I’ll call you when I have everything set up. When I do, bring the ‘cuff bag’! I think you know what to wear!†Before he left, he was kind enough to release me from the cuffs.
The days went by in a blur. Suddenly I found myself outside his house about to knock on the door. Obviously, the clothes I had worn in the film didn’t fit me anymore, but I had bought some, that closely resembled them. He must have been watching through a window, because before I had time raise my hand, the door swung open and a hand grabbed me by the arm and yanked me inside. I landed hard on my hip causing me to yelp. Immediately, a hand was clamped over my mouth and something heavy landed on my back. A hoarse voice, that I knew very well, whispered in my ear:â€Did I scare you?â€
“No, but you’re squeezing me to death!†I spluttered through the hand over my mouth.
He quickly tied my hands behind the back, put a ball gag in my mouth and lead me to the bedroom. He re-tied my hands in front of me and I was ordered to lie down on the bed. He went to the foot of the bed and tied my feet to the bar across the foot-end of the bed. Then he went to the head-end, took a piece of string, and with the help of that, tied my hands to that the bar that went across the head-end. Then he lay down next to me and...
Fade out
We married shortly after this. He still keeps me tied up during weekends.

Whazzzz up!.
Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Apr 28, 2010 1:45 pm
Very nice finish. But the film sound not like blockbuster.

But think I would like to act such a film. But I have now advantage that I old anove to see direct.

Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show