The castle

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jun 05, 2012 3:03 am

There was a corset-dress waiting for me on my bed, when I got home from school.
It had a note attached to it, saying:”Please put this on, and go down to the road-crossing. I will pick you up. Robert” I picked it up and had a closer look at it. It was strap-less and made of black velvet, with a variety of green patterns and lots and lots of tulle in the floor-length skirt. I put it on and looked in the full-length mirror. The black and green colour contrasted beautifully with my very long, very blonde hair, which went all the way down to the upper parts of my thighs, and my watery blue eyes. There was also a pair of black, velvet gloves, ending just above my elbows.

As I arrived at the road-crossing, I saw a horse-drawn carriage coming towards me. Robert helped me to climb up. The volume of the skirt made it somewhat difficult, but I managed without any serious mishaps.
When I sat comfortably, Robert said: “I want you to put this on,” and a blindfold was handed to me. I did, and he went on: “Now, bend forward and put your hands behind your back.” Again, I did as I was told, and I could feel a pair of hand-cuffs being put on. I knew what they looked like, because he had used them on me several times in the past. They were covered in a fluffy, multi-coloured material.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To a secret location.” he whispered in my ear.

The ride was slow and seemed to go on forever, but we eventually stopped. Robert told me to stand up and he helped me down by grabbing my waist, lifting me down.
He guided me up some stairs and in to what seemed to be a huge hall. He took my blindfold off, and I could see I was in an old castle. He led me up the winding stairs, and into a room, almost as big as my living-room back home. It had a queen-sized four-poster bed, with stairs leading up to it, a wardrobe with several more dresses like the one I was already wearing, a table and a chair. A huge ring was attached to the headboard. Dotted around the room more rings were embedded in the walls, at different heights. Heavy-looking cuffs were locked on to all of them.

“How long do you want me to stay? I thought it was only until tomorrow! There are enough dresses in there to last for weeks! I may be over 18, but I’m still at school. Remember? I can’t just do whatever I like, whenever I like.”
“Oh, but you can!” Robert beamed. “I’ve phoned your school, and said you had to leave town on urgent business, and won’t be back for at least a week, maybe even more.”
“Mmm, naughty! Me like, a lot!” I cooed, turning around so I could face him. “Now could you please take the cuffs off, so I can get settled in?”
“Take the cuffs off? I will, in due time, but not just yet. First, I want to take you on a tour of the place!” He led me out of the room, and we wandered through the castle, from top to bottom, ending the tour in the dungeon.
“I can’t believe you own all of this!” I said afterwards.
“That’s because I don’t. I’ve only borrowed it from a friend, for as long as I want too. Here’s what I’ve planned for the time being:
You’ll live here alone.
You’ll be cuffed, the whole time. I’ve hired some people to help you, in your daily life. The one thing they won’t help you with, as getting out of here. There is however a court-yard, were you can exercise, as much as you want.
You have free access to the whole castle.
The dresses you’ve already seen are the only kind of clothes you’ll be allowed to wear, for as long as you are here.
You will spend a minimum of one hour every day, cuffed to the wall in the dungeon.
I’m going to try to stop by, as often as I can.”
“So I’m really your prisoner? Is that what you are saying?” I asked, as my lower lip started trembling. He just smiled, kissed me on the nose, turned around and walked out of the castle.
And so my new life began. As I had my wrists cuffed behind my back most of the time, I had to be fed, and I had to have someone with me all the time, wherever I went. One thing he forgot to mention was I was gagged almost all the time, but I soon found ways to make myself understood anyway. Luxurious as the place was, it was still a prison. Robert stopped by every evening, and we talked about what had happened during the day. When we talked, I had my hands cuffed behind me, and was always cuffed by the neck to the wall of my bedroom, as he sat in the chair.

This went on for two weeks, Robert later told me. One thing he never told me was why he had put me through all of this, in the first place.
One evening, he just grabbed the chain attached to the cuff around my neck, and led me out of the house, and up into the carriage. I was driven back home, the cuffs were taken off, and Robert told me, I was free to go. He said, I’d be back in the castle on a regular basis, though.
Whazzzz up!.