## Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Apr 29, 2013 8:10 am

It was night. Fiona, the cat-burglar dressed in a black body stocking, black ski mask, black soft shoes, and black gloves silently crept through an open window on the ground floor of the posh-looking house. She paused for a minute to let her eyes adjust to the relative darkness inside, before silently starting to open drawers and cupboards, in the hunt for valuables.
Finding nothing of value in the first room, she silently opened a door and walked into another, bigger, room.
‘This must be the dining room,’ she thought. ‘I guess there must be silverware around here, somewhere. Let’s start by looking in the counter.’
Carefully, so not to make any sound, she opened the first drawer and immediately hit the Jackpot. The drawer was filled with forks, spoons and knives, all made of what looked like sterling silver! She picked them up, one by one, and looked at them. What she saw almost overwhelmed her.
‘If these are what they appear to be, I’m going to be filthy rich, once I’ve sold them!’ She took a table-cloth and put the entire cutlery on it. Then she opened a cabinet in the corner, and found yet more valuable objects inside, most of which she also put on the small pile.
Suddenly a hand was clamped over her mouth, and a strong arm was put around her waist, trapping her arms to her sides.
“Oh, my, my, my; what do we have here?” a male voice whispered in her ear. “You want my silverware, do you? I suppose you were going to try to find my jewellery-box next; weren’t you? Well, I’ll give you some bracelets to keep, at least till the cops get here.”
The man pushed her, face first, down on the floor, grabbed her wrists, brought them together behind her back and put handcuffs on her. Then he dragged her on her feet, and pulled off the ski mask, revealing the face of quite a young girl, with brown hair tucked inside the body stocking, and big, deer-like, brown eyes.
“Right,” he said, as he pushed her into a wooden chair and tied her feet together. “I don’t have to be a rocket-scientist to know what you are; but WHO are you, how old are you, and what are you doing in my house? Except stealing my silver-ware, that is. And by the way: how did you get in?”
Fiona tried, in vain, to get at least her feet free, so she could run away. She soon noticed however, that he had tied them too well.
“I’m Fiona, I’m fourteen, and I’m in your house doing exactly what it looks like; I’m relieving you of as much silver as I possibly can. Or at least I was, until I got caught. As for how I got in; you really shouldn’t leave a ground-floor window open at night.” Suddenly, she noticed he had tears in his eyes.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.”Why are you crying?”
“Well, Fiona, I’m Bruce, and I’m crying because I would have had a daughter just about your age, had fate not intervened. You see, my daughter, who incidentally also was called Fiona, and her mother were killed in a car accident a couple of years ago. A drunk-driver crashed into their car from the side, flipping it over, and killing them both more or less instantly.”
”I’m sorry to hear that,” Fiona said. “Both my parents died when I was a little girl, and I lived with my fathers’ parents, until they kicked me out last year. They thought I simply was too much trouble.
As I didn’t want the social services to take care of me I took to the streets, and became, with the help of some new-found friends, a cat-burglar. I’ve become quite a good one too, even if I have to say so myself. This is actually the first time someone’s caught me. But, to tell you the truth; I think I was careless, as I’m fed up with a life on the streets. It seemed glamorous at first, but the glamour wore off pretty quickly, if you see what I mean.”
He gave her a long, thoughtful, look. “So, you’re looking for a place to stay, are you? As far as I see it, you have three choices. You either contact the social services, or let the police take you into custody, or let me take care of you. If you take the last choice, I can start the adoption-process tomorrow. You can stay the night here.”
She really only had one realistic choice, so she made up her mind quickly. Contacting the police or social services was out of the question from the beginning, so she told him she’d stay. “OK, good; smart choice.” Bruce said. He untied her feet, helped her off the chair, and led her up the stairs and into a room whose former occupant clearly had been a girl.
“This was my Fiona’s room, and now it will be yours.” He opened a huge wardrobe, occupying almost an entire wall, from floor to ceiling. It was filled with clothes; everything from under-wear to dresses and skirts. ”And these, will be your clothes from now on. You look to be about the same size as her, so it shouldn’t be any problems for you to wear them.” That last thing wasn’t so much a question, as a statement.
He opened a drawer in the wardrobe, and took out a pink onesie pyjama. He told her to turn around so he could take the cuffs off. When he had, he gave her the pyjama, pointed to a door, and told her to go in there to change.
“And by the way,” he added, “there’s no use you trying to escape out the window. First of all; it’s too small even for someone your size, second of all; my daughter was a sleep-walker and constantly tried to climb out, so we had to change it to a real small one, so she wouldn’t get hurt.”
Fiona went into the bathroom, and sure enough, the window was nothing more than an aperture. She changed clothes, and found to her surprise the pyjama really was her size. She finished what she was doing in there and went back out to Bruce.
“OK, let’s get you to bed. It’s late and you have a lot to take in and do tomorrow, if you’re going to be my daughter.”
When she got close to the bed, she saw it had low railings all around it.
“What are those for?” she asked.
“We used to strap our daughter to the bed every night,” Bruce explained, “as I will do with you.”
“Handcuffs and bed-straps on a little girl, what kind of parents were you? No, don’t answer that; just treat me the way you treated her, and let’s get it over with. Within reason of course.”
“Oh,” Bruce replied,” I intend to, don’t you worry!”
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by hafnermg » Mon Apr 29, 2013 12:24 pm

i definitely can't wait for more of this!! keep is up Lasse!!

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Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Apr 29, 2013 12:31 pm

Hallo Lasse I also want read if she real can accept her new life and if not how he will hold her if he on work.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Apr 30, 2013 12:49 pm

When Fiona woke up the next day, she at first didn’t recognize the room she was in; then she realized she couldn’t move, which gave her panic for a few seconds. As her brain started working however, it all came back to her; Bruce’s story of a lost family and his promise to take care of her, and treat her as if she was his own daughter.
“I wonder what he meant by that?” she thought.
She would soon find out as Bruce came and released her from the bed. While she was in the bathroom, he went to the wardrobe and picked out an ankle-long dress for her to wear and helped her with the tiny buttons it in the back. Suddenly, she felt something pull her backwards, and Bruce told her to put her hands behind her back.
“When we got it, but before we gave it to our daughter, we put in a couple of extra things,” he explained, as he came around and stood in front of her. He held a short leather strap in his hands.
“Put your hands on your stomach,” he told her. She did as she was told, and soon noticed there was a wide, stiff belt of some sort, sewn into the waist-area of the dress.
“There is a belt sewn into every one of the dresses. I can, and will, attach handcuffs and a strap to them. That way, you will not be able to touch anything dangerous, and you will not be able to run away from me.” He took a pair of heavy ankle-cuffs and locked them on her, after having cuffed Fiona’s hands behind her back.
“The cuffs are real heavy, and the belt is too flippin’ tight!” she complained. “I won’t be able to move around, never mind breathe!”
“Mm, our daughter said so too in the beginning, but she soon got used to them, as she got used to the bed-straps, among other things.”
Now, Fiona was curious. “Among other things; what do you mean, ‘among other things’?” she wanted to know.
The only answer she got was; “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
Later that week, Bruce took her down to the cellar. He showed her a table, with cuffs hanging from chains in all four corners, released her wrists from the cuffs, and told her to turn around so he could unbutton her dress. He told her to take it off, and when she stood there in only her underwear, he told her to get on the table.
“Now, what?” she wondered, when she sat on the table.
“Lie down on your back, stretch your arms and legs as far out to the corners as you can, and I’ll show you something fun.”
She did as she was told, but he said he had to blindfold her before he went any further.
He wound bandages around her head, and over her eyes, completely blocking her vision. She felt him grab her arms and put them in the cuffs over her head. Then he cuffed her ankles to the lower corners of the table. She heard him turn some kind of wheel, and the slack in the chains, making her completely unable to move. All she could do was lie there; and wait.
It started as a light tingle on the inside of her left thigh and she yelped in surprise. Then the tingle moved to the inside of her right upper arm. It slowly moved from her elbow to her armpit. Then it stopped, only to reappear on her left upper arm, where it slowly took the same route, from the elbow to the armpit, only now it continued down her rib-cage. It stopped at her waist, went over her stomach, on the way making a couple of loops around her belly-button, and slowly up the other side all the way to her right elbow.
Then it seemed to pick up speed as it went down her body again, this time not stopping until it reached the sole of her foot. There, it slowly went up and down a couple of times, before starting its journey up the inside of the thigh.
By now, Fiona was laughing hard, trying desperately to get away from whatever it was tickling her mercilessly but, being stretched out the way she was, of course she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried.
Taking no notice of her yelling and screaming, the tingle continued its way up the thigh. When it had almost reached the top, it leaped over to the left thigh, where it took the same route back towards her elbow, again stopping at the foot for a while.
When it finally stopped, Fiona lay there almost unable to breathe.
“Please Bruce,” she begged, “please stop it! I don’t know if I can take much more of this!”
“Mm; I agree.” he said, but continued in a dreamy voice, “I guess we’ll have to continue this game another day. As you get more used to it, you will be able to take more of it. Hang on a minute, and I’ll release you.”
He helped her off the table and to get dressed; but before she had the chance to take the blindfold off, he grabbed her hands, and cuffed them to the belt, this time in front of her.
“I’ve got one more thing to show you,” he whispered in her ear, “and I want to surprise you with it.”
He led her up the stairs, out the back-door, and over much of the lawn. As Fiona hardly been outside since she got there, she drew deep breathes of the fresh air.
“The air certainly is nice and fresh this time of year; isn’t it?” Bruce agreed. “Well, my dear; here we are!”
He finally took her blindfold off, revealing a little hut. He led her inside, and what she saw made her knees almost buckle. It was the sweetest little play-house she had ever seen; a scaled down replica of a normal-sized house.
“Oh, Bruce,” she whispered, “it’s so pretty! But don’t you think I’m a bit too old to be using a play-house? I mean, after all I am 14, almost 15, years old!”
“Yes, I do,” he replied, “but you agreed to let me treat you as my own daughter, and that’s what I’m doing. It once was hers, and now it’s yours.”
Having her hands locked to her waist prevented her from giving him a big hug, so she just put her cheek to his, and whispered “Thank you, so much! I’ve dreamt of having my own play-house, ever since I was a little girl!”
“And now you have it!” he said, smiling at her, glad to have made her dream come true.
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by Plueschbabycd » Wed May 01, 2013 1:45 am

Hallo Lasse,
with kind of the rack you surprise me, after was what tell in Sam's summer or make the 5 year difference it possible.
Become she Homeschooling that he is rocket-scientist let think he he work for NASA. He can employ a female teacher had work in Juvenile Detention Center.
Anderew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by lasse672000 » Wed May 01, 2013 10:37 am

When Bruce released Fiona from the bed-straps a couple of days later, he had a thoughtful look on his face.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, when he helped her lace the belt and button up the dress in the back and cuff her hands behind her back.
He came around and stood in front of her, as he clipped the “guiding-strap” to the belt. “Well,” he said, “you see, I’ve got a problem, and a possible solution to it. Here’s the problem; I’m going to have to go back to work tomorrow; right? But what am I to do with you? I can’t very well leave you alone when you’re cuffed in case you get into trouble; but having said that, I don’t want you running around and risk getting hurt that way, either.
Now, here’s the possible solution: I have a lady-friend, Lee, who is willing to come and stay with you when I’m not here, just to keep you safe and me from worrying too much.”
When he saw she was about to protest, he quickly added: “No, you’re right about you not needing a babysitter as such; you’re far too old for that. But what you maybe COULD use is somebody to keep you company when I’m at work. Anyway, I’ve invited her over later today, so you two can get to know each other.”
Fiona gave up; there was obviously no point in her trying to convince Bruce she actually could take care of herself. After all, she had been for years; hadn’t she?
That afternoon Lee came over. She was a lady in her early forties, with a friendly, freckled face, green eyes, and a lot of curly red hair. She and Fiona instantly became friends, although Fiona could sense there was a sterner side to the older woman.
“So,” Lee said, when introductions were over,” you’re Fiona! Tell me; are you always cuffed and on a lead, or are you allowed walking around freely sometimes?”
“No,” Fiona told her, “I’m cuffed and on a lead pretty much all the time, when I’m not in bed. Bruce straps me to it every night because he’s afraid I might start sleep-walking and fall out the window, or run away or something. One of the only times the cuffs and lead is taken off, is when I’m in the bathroom. There he has made sure I can’t hurt myself on anything sharp, and the window is too small even for me to climb out of.”
Lee nodded: “M-hm, I see,” she said. “So he keeps you inside all day long, does he?”
“No, his daughter had a play-house in the bottom of the garden. I’m allowed to use that, whenever I want to. That’s the only other time during the day I’m free to do whatever I want to. He locks the door when he leaves and there’s a phone I use when I want to get back in the main house. I can’t use it to call anyone else, though, but I don’t have anyone else to call, anyway.”
Lee looked at her for a long time and thoughtfully. “So, you could say you’re a prisoner on this property?” she said.
“Well, yes I am and no, I’m not.” Fiona hesitantly answered. “Yes, I am in the sense I can’t go anywhere on my own, and haven’t been allowed off the property since I got here; and no I’m not, because I chose this way of life from the beginning. Admittedly, my life has become way more complicated than I thought it would be, but then again, I did promise Bruce he could treat me as he would have treated his daughter. So, if he wanted to treat her this way; who am I to complain? I’m just a teenage cat-burglar turned foster-daughter, who’s got no one to blame, but herself.”
Lee turned her attention to Bruce. “If I’m to be her company while you’re at work, you have to allow me to take her away from here, sometimes. She has to start seeing other things besides this house and garden, however lovely it might be. I promise I will keep her cuffed and on the lead at all times.”
“Well, all right then,” Bruce reluctantly agreed. “But only if you promise you won’t let her out of your sight at any time!”
“No, Brucie dearest; I promise I won’t.”
Now came a time of freedom, the likes of which Fiona hadn’t experienced since she allowed herself to become Bruce’s foster-daughter. Weather permitting, Lee cuffed her hands in front of her, and they went by bus to the nearby town to go window-shopping or to the small café on Main Street, where they always sat at a table outside. When they came home from such trips, Lee nearly always took her cuffs and clothes off and told her to get in the shower. She then gave the younger girl a freezing cold rinse, before putting a new dress on her and cuffing her hands back together.
As it was getting colder, Lee gave her a pair of thumb-less wool mittens, a knitted wool hat with earflaps, a very long wool scarf and an ankle-long down coat. The mittens had lockable leather straps around the openings, so they could continue their walks in town for as long as possible.
When the weather was bad however, and Fiona had to stay inside, Lee tried to make her days as interesting as possible; like taking her down to the tickling-table, something they both loved. Some days Fiona had to endure tickling sessions from both Lee and Bruce, within a couple of hours of each other.
One night, Bruce sat in the sofa watching TV, Fiona lying beside him with her head in his lap.
“When are you two going out on a date?” she blurted out. “You and Lee, I mean. You know you both want to.”
“Me and Lee on a date, huh?” Bruce dreamily said, absentmindedly stroking her hair. “I don’t know. I’ve never asked her, if she actually WANTS to go on a date with me. And another thing; if we were to go out and leave you alone, what are you going to do if you get into trouble?”
“Oh, come on, ‘Brucie’! Course, she does. You have to start living again some time. And as far as me getting into trouble is concerned, I’ve got the perfect solution. You put a TV in my room! I get into my pyjama, you strap me to the bed as you always do and give me the remote. That way I will be safe in bed, having the TV as company while you’re gone. I promise I’ll be asleep, by the time you get back!”
Fiona’s eyes were glowing with excitement; she really did want them to go on a date, she really did want to be left alone, strapped to her bed, just to see if she could handle it.
“Please, Brucie! Please do it for me!” she begged.
“Oh, all right, then; but only if you stop calling me ‘Brucie.”
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by lasse672000 » Thu May 02, 2013 6:08 am

Fiona lay strapped to her bed, wearing a red-and-white striped onesie which, she thought, made her look like a candy-cane. She had a remote control strapped to one hand, and the TV stood at the foot of her bed. But, to tell you the truth, she had long since lost interest, she was only flipping through the channels, to see if there was anything that would make her want to stay awake for at least a few more minutes. She was desperate to hear all about Bruce and Lee’s date. They had been gone for hours. How long was this date actually supposed to be?
They had planned to go to a movie (the tear-inducing, sickly-sweet, everything-turns-out-well-in-the-end, kind of a movie) and then to dinner. Surely, the movie must have ended by now; and the dinner too, for that matter?
At that moment, she heard the door open, and Bruce and Lee’s voices. She quickly turned off the TV and pretended to be fast asleep.
“I’m just going to check on Fiona. Won’t be a moment,” Bruce said, just before opening the door to her bed-room a fraction of a centimetre. She pretended to wake up as the light from the hall-way hit her eyes.
“Bruce, is that you?” she wondered.
“Yes, it’s me. Were you asleep?” he whispered, but she could hear in his voice he had had quite a few drinks tonight.
“Yes I was, but it doesn’t matter! I want to hear everything about your night and I want to hear about it NOW!” she ordered, though a broad smile lit up her face, from ear to ear.
“Yes ma’am!”
A few days later Fiona and Lee were at a burger-joint. As Lee helped Fiona with her food and drink, she asked:” What would you say if Bruce and I were to get married?”
Fiona started laugh and cough at the same time. When she could talk again, she smiled broadly.
“Well, finally you got there!” she said. “I’ve been waiting for one of you to tell me that for months!”
“We wanted to be certain before we said anything, but if you ask me he could have asked a long time ago given we’ve known each other since before he adopted you.” Lee said, as she put the last of the fries in Fiona’s mouth. She chewed and swallowed them, and opened her mouth to say something. Whether deliberate or not, but Lee took the opportunity to put the last of the burger in, so she had to swallow that too, before again opening her mouth to say something. But then the straw from the soda can prevented her from saying something.
“Do you mind?” The irritation was evident in Fiona’s voice. “I’ve been trying to congratulate you. A couple of questions, though; what will happen to me? Will I have to change my way of life?”
Lee gave her such a long look, it almost became uncomfortable. Then she shook her head. “Not if you don’t want to. I’d actually be very disappointed if you did.”
The wedding-day came.
Fiona dressed in a creme-coloured, ankle-long lace-dress with many tulle petticoats (hiding the fact she had her knees cuffed) was off her lead, as she stood beside the bride and groom at the altar. However, the gloves she wore doubled as handcuffs, the small padlock hanging between them hidden by a bouquet of flowers, almost as big as Lees’.
After the ceremony and the party at the local hotel, Bruce helped both his new wife and his adopted daughter to climb in the car.
“Phew”, Bruce sighed, “what a day! I don’t think I’ve danced so much, since I went to high-school!”
Lee and Fiona both had complained about their feet aching from trying to dance in high-heeled shoes. “Me neither. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk very far tomorrow! Thanks for unlocking my hand- and knee-cuffs so I could dance!” Fiona said.
“You’re welcome! Right,” Bruce cheerfully said,” all three of us are now a family, with equal say in all things. So, all those in favour of going on as before, even though we’re now three, say: ‘aye’! ”
All three said ’Aye’ almost at the same time.
“Right! O.K; no changes there, then.” Bruce established. “Next thing, about tonight; Fiona, would you be very upset, if I put you to bed when we get home?”
“No, of course I wouldn’t! As a matter of fact, I’m completely exhausted! So if you hadn’t suggested it, I would have. Ouch; my poor feet! Just give me the remote as you did before, and I’ll manage.” she said.
When they came home, Lee helped Fiona out of the dress and into the onesie. Then she strapped her to the bed for the first time, supervised by both Fiona and Bruce. Just before they left her, Bruce made sure she could reach the remote to the TV.
Just before closing the door, Lee turned and said: “I’d like you to try something new tomorrow. I’d like to tie you to a chair and gag you, if it’s all right with you?”
“Gag me?” Fiona asked. “I’ve seen gaggers on TV, and often wondered what it’s like.”
“Well, why didn’t you ask me to gag you, then? Then you could have found that out a long time ago.” Bruce annoyed asked.
“I didn’t have the guts to bring it up myself,” Fiona confessed.
“Well then, consider tomorrow the start of phase two of your stay here!” Lee said before closing the door.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by Plueschbabycd » Thu May 02, 2013 6:46 am

ever part nice story.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by Zandor » Thu May 02, 2013 8:08 am

Moar.
You are q immortal

### Re: Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by lasse672000 » Sun May 05, 2013 3:59 am

The next morning, Fiona woke with the feeling something was different. Then she remembered: her best friend Lee was, as of yesterday married to Bruce, and had promised she’d show her something new. Well, the fact she was going to be tied to a chair was nothing new; Bruce had tied her to one when she had tried to rob his house. But the fact that she this time was going to be gagged, was.
She lay there speculating how it would be; if it would be uncomfortable, and if she would be able to breathe properly.
She tried to breathe normally through her nose, and found she probably could.
‘All I have to do is not panic. If that happens I’ll probably be in trouble pretty quickly. So calm, deep, breaths. Think of a happy place, if necessary. Then she remembered; she already was in her happy place.
A couple of minutes later, Lee came in and released her. When Fiona came back after having used the bathroom, Lee told her to get dressed in a denim skirt and white, frilly blouse, with no sleeves. When that was done, a leather-belt with handcuffs in the back, and a lead in front, was put on, and her hands fastened to it.
“I thought you were going to tie my hands?” Fiona remarked.
“Well yes I am, but I have to go and buy a couple of things first, and I thought you’d like to come with me.”
Fiona was puzzled. “Why do you want me to come along? I thought you already knew what to buy.”
“Granted, I do;” Lee said, “but as it is such a lovely, warm, day, I thought we’d have lunch and at least do some window-shopping in town, just the two of us. That’s one reason. The other is so I can keep an eye on you all the time, as I promised Bruce.”
An hour later, Fiona and Lee were on the bus, on their way to town. Fiona didn’t wear a coat, so her cuffed hands and the lead were fully visible. As the seats were all occupied, they had to stand all the way, rubbing shoulders with other passengers.
Despite that, no one commented the fact she had her hands in cuffs, or maybe it was because it was a warm summers’ day.
They spent over an hour weaving their way out of, and into, crowds, trying to get glimpses of what was offered in the display-windows, but finding nothing of real interest.
“Well, that was a complete waste of time; wasn’t it?” Lee complained, when they sat in the café, having sandwiches and sodas. “All I got out of it were aching feet, and I had enough of that yesterday, thank you very much!”
“No, I don’t think it was a COMPLETE waste of time.” Fiona protested. “I had a great time watching people trying their hardest to pretend they hadn’t noticed I wore handcuffs, and that you were dragging me along on a lead. I think it gave several mums, with kids on leads themselves, something to think about, at least.”
“Yea, that was fun!” Lee agreed. “I don’t know, whether you noticed it or not, but some of them almost commented on that fact, but then remembered they too were dragging someone along on a lead, like I was. Granted, not as old as you, but still!”
They left the café and went to a little shop, tucked away in a corner of the mall. It was filled with ropes and chains of all sizes, pad-locks, and just about everything else you could find in a normal hardware-store.
They were approached by a clerk, and Lee asked him if what she had ordered had arrived.
“Yes it has,” the clerk answered, “if you would like to come this way, please.”
He showed them the way to a small booth at the back of the store, and told them to wait while he went and got the items.
He returned carrying a little box, containing a foam rubber ball, with a hole going right through it, a thin leather-string, and a wide strip of leather, with two almost circular padded leather patches. When he left, Lee threaded the string through the hole in the rubber ball, and told Fiona to open her mouth. She did and the ball was placed inside, filling her mouth completely, although she could close it. Lee tied the string together behind her head, and held up a small pocket-mirror so she could see how she looked.
“What do you think? How does it look, do you think? Is it comfortable, or is it too big for you?”
Fiona looked in the mirror. The string being tied off o tightly behind her head meant that the corners of her lips were drawn back almost as far as they could go, her cheeks were bulging, and the yellow ball was just visible between her lips but, in an odd kind of a way, she liked the way it made her look. She shook her head, and by repeating the questions, one by one, they worked out that she liked it, because it was comfortable despite being big.
Then Lee took the wide leather-strip, told Fiona to close her eyes, and placed the two leather patches over her eyes. She tied it together behind the younger girl’s head.
“Right!” she said. “I am going to take a couple of pictures of you, so you can see for yourself, what you look like. But before I do that: is the blindfold comfortable? Grunt once for ‘yes’, and twice for ‘no’.”
The answer was one grunt.
She heard four clicking sounds, the blindfold was taken off and Lee showed her the four pictures she had taken with the camera on her cell-phone.
“I think the blindfold looks good on you; don’t you?” Lee asked, and Fiona nodded.
All the items were put back in the box, Lee paid, and they took the bus back home.
“I wonder what Bruce’ll say when he sees me wearing those things. I really hope he likes them!” Fiona thought.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Fiona, the cat-burglar

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun May 05, 2013 5:20 am

Has Fiona from now on stay in house gaged and blindfoded? Perhaps she get son some silver and gold for her birthsday as cluffs and chains.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show