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“Rosie; come here will you!”
Andy’s voice had a “low-tolerance” tone to it, so I grabbed my bag and raced to the cloak-room, where I found him waiting for me, holding the cuffs I use when I’m going visiting someone. And, to my surprise, not just the hand-cuffs, he had them all; the hand-cuffs, the shoulder-straps, the ankle-cuffs, the waist-belt and strap, and of course the ball-gag. To my surprise, he also held a blindfold in his hands.
He quickly put the shoulder-straps on, tightened them almost as much as possible, cuffed my hands behind my back, locked the cuffs to the belt, and gagged me before cuffing my ankles. He grabbed my bag in one hand and the belt-strap in the other and led me out the door.
He had told me to pack leotards and pantyhose for a couple of days’ stay in the country, without giving any more specific instructions so now, naturally, I was curious.
When we got to the estate-car, I climbed into the boot; Andy hooked the strap to the floor, and drove off.
“I wonder where we’re going.” I thought. I guessed we probably weren’t going to a place within the city-limits, based on the sheer fact I was blindfolded. He had agreed never to do that when going on trips within the city.
Now; to anyone who doesn’t know Lynn, she seems timid, almost bird-like; a shy person beyond belief. But looks can be deceiving; she elegantly bossed people who were twice her size and age, and three times her weight around, as easily as that. Her trick was to do it without them knowing it, always polite and with a sweet smile, even though she could be, and often were, quite rude. She, for instance, often referred to her boyfriend, Jamie, as “that boy of mine”, or, when she wanted his attention, “Hey; you there”. She sometimes even managed to insult him and/or people around them, when gagged!
Now, don’t get me wrong; as long as everything works the way she wants, she is as sweet and docile as anything; it’s when they don’t, you need to be aware.
We got there, I climbed out of the boot, and had my blindfold and gag taken off. I could see Lynn wasn’t alone; beside her stood a girl about our age, looking quite pretty, but uncomfortable. In my eyes there was just one thing wrong with her, which could have caused her to look that way: her hands weren’t held together in any way; heck, she wasn’t even gagged!
Lynn saw my bewilderment and explained, in a rather more haughtily manor than usual:
“Karen is not from around here and because of that, she isn’t familiar with how we do things, nor is her boyfriend Allan. Your task, should you accept it, is to teach her our ways with my help, and Andy with the help of Jamie, to teach Allan. This ought not to take more than a couple of days, and the aim is for them to spread the word to the outside world.
My plan is for your boy to take your bags to your usual room, and then we will go into town and get her all the things she will need for a comfortable life around here. As we undoubtedly will have to explain things as we go along, none of us can be gagged; which of course is a shame, but there you are. Are you prepared to accept the challenge?” She looked at me in a disciplinary way.
Felling a bit unsure of myself, as always in her presence, and my ability to teach anyone anything, I stuttered: “Sure. Sounds like fun!” One look at Karen’s face however, told me she did not share our enthusiasm; yet.
Anyway, Andy carried our bags inside, and when he came back he recuffed my hands in front of me, and Jamie did the same to Lynn.
“Will I have to wear the same sort of cuffs as you?” Karen timidly asked.
“Sure,” Lynn and I said in one voice. “And you will have to wear a gag at all times, when outside of your home, and if you’re going on longer trips, you will even have to be blindfolded! That makes the arrival so much more fun and exciting, because you will of course never be told where you’re going!”
Karen seemed to accept everything we told her, without any problems. She even turned around to Allan, put her hands behind her back, and said: “Cuff me!”
Looking mighty surprised, he took the cuffs which Jamie gave him and put them on her, then asked the others if he had done a good job.
“That is never a thing you should ask another boy,” Jamie rebuked. “When in doubt, always ask the girl in question. But a tip is that because we will have to go by car and it will be quite crowded, cuffing her hands in front of her will be much more comfortable. You can cuff her hands behind her back when we get there, if you want to. If you want to, I could lend you a waist-belt and lead for now, so you won’t get separated. You will of course have to buy your own.”
Allan looked at Karen, who just nodded, and Jamie went and got it, showed how to put it on, and clipped her cuffs to it in front of her.
He gave the lead-strap to Allan, and we all climbed into our estate, which was the most spacious car of the three, us girls in the boot as usual. The straps from our waist –belts were fastened to the floor and the car drove off.
Karen looked at our leotards and pantyhose, and asked if she would have to be dressed that way too?
We looked at each other. That was a tricky question, because there were girls who were dressed in dresses, skirts or trousers, and t-shirts or sweaters, and no one seemed to care as much as if a girl walked around without any (visible) restraints.
Finally I replied:” No; not if you don’t want to. You can dress pretty much any way you want to; as long as your restraints are visible. That is the most important thing; always wear your restraints and wear them with pride, when you go out. Never, ever, be ashamed of wearing them.”
When we got to the store, we took her straight to where the prepacked sets of cuffs were. Andy took Karen’s wrist, waist and ankle-measurements, and picked out two packs of cuffs, one were thick leather-bands; the one other one were wide bands of metal. Karen wanted to know if there was any difference between them.
“No, not really, the metal-cuffs of course are a bit heavier, and maybe a bit more suited for when you go and visit someone. On the other hand, being made of metal they don’t break so often. As for prize, these are the cheapest ones you can get and still be safe. There are cheaper ones, but they don’t last very long.”
“Right,” Karen decided, “I’ll have them both; one for every-day use, and the other one for when I go visit someone. Now let’s move on to gaggers.”
We all moved over to where those display-shelves were. She tried some; finally saying she wanted two: one ball-gag, and one bit-gag. She also picked out two sets of cuffs without chains; one for bed, the other for when she sat in a chair, and a sleeping-mask.
After having returned from our trip to town, and Lynn and I set about teaching Karen how to move around, and getting someone’s attention, when in cuffs. Meanwhile the boys explained how, and when, to put the cuffs on.
“Because Lynn and Rosie have been wearing cuffs pretty much all their lives, they can wear them pretty much all the time, but I can imagine Karen needing some time to get used to them. But the most important thing to remember is; never gag her when you’re in bed, that’s why you have the blindfold.”
A couple of weeks later, I received a letter in which Karen invited Lynn and me to come and talk to some friends of hers. The subject of the talk, she suggested, would be “How to live your life, while wearing cuffs”.
The chosen subject intrigued and excited me. Had our way of life a chance to spread beyond our community? Well, I would at least give it a fighting chance!