Erika's new experiences

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 30, 2013 11:44 am

15 year-old Erika got off the train at the little mountain-village and looked around for the person she was supposed to meet.
“Are you Erika?” she heard a voice behind her ask.
“Yes, I am,” she confirmed as she turned around,” and you must be Philip; nice to meet you.” In front of her stood a boy who appeared to be about her age and height, with dark, crew-cut hair.
“Likewise,” Philip said. “Are those yours? Here; let me help you carry them.” He took the two trunks, which she had placed on the ground beside her, and carried them to a carriage, drawn by two horses.
She walked around the carriage, admiring it, and the horses. It sure would be much more stylish to arrive at the mansion in a horse-drawn carriage, than by car; that was for sure. She opened the door, lifted up the skirt of her heavy, ankle-length wool dress, and, aided by Philip, stepped inside. There she sat down on the plush covered seat, and the carriage started moving.

The mansion was big; it actually was more like a castle than a house. Philip helped her get out, and she slowly walked up the stairs. So this was going to be her home for the foreseeable future? “Mm; not bad,” she thought, as she looked around. “Not bad, at all! I think I’m going to enjoy my stay here. No; I know I will! The letter said something about special conditions, but with surroundings like these, it would have to be something very gross for me to want to go home, any time soon.”
“Mum, dad; we’re here now!” Philip shouted.

From a door to their right, two regal-looking persons, in their mid-forties appeared.
“Erika, I presume?” the man asked. “Welcome, to our humble house. I trust you had a pleasant journey?”
“Yes, thank you, uncle.” Erika politely answered and curtseyed deeply, just as her mother had taught her. Meanwhile, the woman had slowly walked around her, giving her a thorough inspection.
Surprised and a bit taken aback, Erika noticed she had her hands in heavy, ornate handcuffs in front of her, and she thought she had just glimpsed a pair of equally ornate cuffs on the woman’s ankles. Now she lifted her hands, and asked if Erika thought they looked nice against her dress. Suddenly unable to speak, the girl could only nod in response.
“Good; Charles said they did, but sometimes I don’t trust him in such matters. You will get your own in a couple of minutes, as soon as you’ve looked at your room.” When she saw the puzzled look on the girl’s face, she added: “Weren’t you told all women over a certain age have to be cuffed in this house, at all times, and sometimes gagged, too? It’s an ancient rule, dating back to God knows when, and for God knows what purpose, originally. I’m sure I wrote something about that in the letter I sent you.”
“Yes,” poor Erika stuttered, still taken aback. “Yes, you did. It’s just that I thought you were joking!”
“I NEVER joke about such matters,” the woman hissed. Then, she added in a normal tone: “Take her to her room, will you Phil, and make her comfortable.”

He led her to a room with a four poster bed, a regular bed, a desk and an office-chair. “This will be our room, for as long as you stay here. We will sleep in the same room, so I can help you at night, if need be.” She stepped closer to the bed and saw there were cuffs attached to the head- and foot-boards of the four-poster. Now it really hit home, what the woman had meant when she said, all women were to be cuffed “at all times”.
She picked up the wrist- and ankle-cuffs lying on the bed. “You’d better put these on me, before we do anything else. And before I change my mind, and take the next train home!”
“O.K,” Philip said, smiling from ear to ear. “It’s not all that bad, you know, once you get use to it! Or so I’ve been told, anyway.”
Five minutes later, Erika was cuffed and had to admit they weren’t as heavy as they looked. The only real problem she had, and she suspected it wouldn’t be a problem for long, was that she had lost her arms’ full range of motion. Being hand-cuffed meant she had to swing her body from side to side, in a way she wasn’t used to.
“It’s going to take some getting used to, not having your arms hanging by my sides as I usually have. Oh, well,” she thought. “You can’t have everything, I guess!”
Escorted by Philip, she rejoined the rest of the family.
“Now you really look as if you are a part of this family,” Philips mother, Ursula, said. “How does it feel?”
“And I really feel like I am a part of it. Being cuffed felt a bit strange the first few minutes, but I got used to it much faster than I thought I would.”

Later that night, it was time for yet another first for Erika. She and Ursula were asked to sit in wooden, high-backed chairs in front of the TV-set, and their wrists were cuffed behind the backs of the chairs.
“Charles;” Ursula haughtily said, “don’t forget my ankles!”
“Do I ever?” he sighed, and Erika thought he sounded a bit annoyed. He took a couple of short pieces of rope, and tied her ankles to the legs of the chair.
Philip asked if Erika would like to have her legs tied like that too.
Erika shrugged. “I might as well, so I really get the feel of how things are done around here,” was her reply. A couple of minutes later, there were two women tied and cuffed in high-backed chairs.

When she lay on her back in bed, dressed in an ankle-long, over-sized, cotton long-sleeved frilly night-gown, she asked Philip:
“Just out of curiosity; do you know how long I am supposed to be here?”
Philip, standing at the foot-end of the bed busy cuffing her feet, was taken aback by the question.
“No, I don’t. Why do you ask?” he wondered. “Don’t you like it here?”
“Yes, I do; very much. As I said; it was just out of curiosity. Ouch, that’s a bit tight isn’t it?” she added, as he locked her wrists in the cuffs.
“Oops; sorry!” he apologized. “There, I’ve loosened it a bit. Better?”
“Much better,” she replied, as she tried to yank her wrists out of the cuffs. “It’s much more comfortable, and I’m still not able to free my hands, either by accident, and certainly not deliberately.”
“Good; I’m glad to hear that! As a finishing touch, I will put a blindfold over your eyes. It will also ensure you won’t see me change into my pyjamas.”
She could her him throw his clothes about, and then he gave her a kiss on her fore-head.
“Good night,” he whispered.
“Good night,” she replied. “I really hope you pick up the clothes you threw around, before I’m released from bed tomorrow.”
“Yes, dear,” he joked; or at least she hoped he did.
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Re: Erika's new experiences

Postby hafnermg » Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:13 pm

*grovels* I am not worthy oh great one. *more groveling* You sir are a master. You never fail to write a good story. Thanks so much for another one!

Re: Erika's new experiences

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Jul 31, 2013 1:53 am

Thank you for your kind words, though a bit exaggerated, (he modestly said). There is a part two coming up soon. I hope it will be as good as this.
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Re: Erika's new experiences

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:26 am

A couple of days into her stay, Philip told her they were going to host a party that night for some like-minded people, as he uncuffed her from the bed. He opened a drawer and took out a ball-and-string thingy.
“As long as the guests are here, you and mum will wear these.” While he helped her zip up the dress in the back, and cuff her ankles and wrists, she examined the thing.
She was puzzled. “What is it?”
“It’s a ball-gag, of course!” he replied, as if she ought to have known that already. When he still saw she didn’t understand, he took it from her and explained:
“Before the guests arrive, you put the ball in your mouth, as far in as it is still comfortable, and I will then fasten the strap behind your head, before I cuff your wrists behind your back; simple!”
“How are we supposed to talk and eat, with these things in our mouths, and our hands behind us?” Erika chocked asked.
“Women, talking at one of our parties; now, that’s a strange notion.” He seemed genuinely amused. “You women-folk are not supposed to talk, or even look into a man’s eyes! No, of course you aren’t. Don’t worry; the gag will come off just before you eat. I will help you, and then put it right back afterwards.”

That evening, Erika and Ursula changed into light yellow and green, floor-length satin dresses, with a multitude of tulle petticoats, high necked and long-sleeved, and Philip and Charles cuffed their hands behind their backs and gagged them.
“Remember;” Philip whispered in Erika’s ear, “don’t look anyone in the eyes; especially not the men. Always keep your eyes on the floor. That saves you the embarrassment of tripping over something, too!” He giggled at his own joke.

When the guests arrived, she, even though she stared intensely at the floor, noticed all the women wore floor-length dresses and, judging by the odd grunt and rattling sound, they were all gagged and cuffed. However, by sneaking peeks out of the corners of her eyes, she soon determined theirs were, by far, the most elaborate ones. All of them, except one.
When Erika first saw the diamond-studded hand-cuffs and dress, she drew a deep breath. By again looking out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the gag was every bit as nice. Her own cuffs and dress suddenly seemed plain; she at least wanted a set of cuffs such as those! Even though she suspected she would only ever use them at parties such as this.
She made eye-contact with Ursula, and managed to tell her, by using her eyes and nodding, she had seen something to die for.
They started cruising around the room, and when they came to the woman in question, Erika stopped for a second or two. Ursula raised an eye-brow, the younger woman nodded, and Ursula nodded back.
“Does that mean I’m going to stay here for a long time?” Erika thought. “I’m pretty sure it does, because I don’t think they’d be willing to spend that kind of money, if I was to stay here for a short time.”

The dinner itself, was divided into two. First the men ate, while the women, now with their wrists cuffed behind the backs of chairs, with chains around their waists and placed around a table in another room.
This meant the women could look at, and possibly admire, each others clothes and cuffs. Although the gaggers prevented them from speaking, sometimes a glance and/or a grunt, can say more than a thousand words, as Erika soon discovered.
By chance, she was seated next to the woman she had admired before, and could therefore now more openly look at her dress and cuffs. For the first time she now saw the intricate embroideries and bead-work on the cream silk dress, and how it seemed continue on the wrist-cuffs, which were covered with the same silk fabric, almost making them a part of the dress itself. The woman noticed her interest and stretched one of her feet out, so Erika could see her ankle-cuffs were just as nicely decorated. “Oh, I so want a pair of cuffs, such as those! And maybe even a dress like that, too. I’ll see to it Uncle Charles, or Ursula, find out where they were purchased. I’m almost certain they’re not meant for everyday use. They’re much too nice for that.” She looked at Ursula, who was sitting across the table from her and nodded, for the first time looking openly at the dress and cuffs in question. Ursula seemed to try to smile despite her gag, and nodded.

Then she started thinking about the fact that she seriously was considering a thing like that. “Less than a week ago,” she reflected,” I wouldn’t even have looked twice at a dress like that, or the one I’m wearing, much less contemplating having someone buy cuffs for me. The conversation would go something like this: So, you want to buy me a new dress. Yes, please! So, you want to buy me a new dress looking like that; Erm, maybe not, huh? So, you want to buy me a set of cuffs; are you completely out of your freaking mind!? Never mind buying cuffs for the bed. I would have called someone who suggested those things completely bonkers; or worse!
Now; today, I don’t think I can stand the thought of not being cuffed, at least! If that’s what a hearty dose of fresh mountain-air does to you, it is a medicine I most certainly will recommend everyone I know to try.”
At that point, the men appeared carrying plates of food and drink for the women, which they then helped them with. Unfortunately, everything on the plates was so finely chopped up, it was almost impossible to tell what was what. It tasted good, though.
The rest of the evening the men spent talking about just about every boring subject known to man, and drinking.

Before she was cuffed to her bed, she had a chance to talk to Ursula.
On the subject of the cuffs and dress, she was informed they belonged to Ashley, a neighbour of theirs, who recently got married.
“Would you like to go and visit her tomorrow?” Ursula asked. “We’ll go without any man-folk, of course. Maybe she can take you to the shop where she bought the things you so admired.”
Erika smiled from ear to ear. “Yes, please! You know, it is funny; before I came here, I wore dresses and skirts, of course I did sometimes. However, I was for the most part a jeans-wearing girl; the tighter the better in fact; and naturally I had heard of hand- and ankle-cuffs, even seen them being used on film or reading about them in books, but never in a million years imagined I’d be wearing them 24/7, and liking it.”
Ursula chuckled.”That is funny, but you know what? I’m not from this town either originally, and I was like you before I met Charles. And we’ve been happily married now for more years than I care to admit.”
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Re: Erika's new experiences

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Aug 01, 2013 10:13 am

When Ashley opened the door, she was dressed in a pair of slacks and a mohair cardigan and she wasn’t cuffed, which Erika actually thought was a bit disturbing, even though she wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone why.
Ursula and Erika were of course dressed in floor-length, long-sleeved velvet dresses, Erika’s emerald and Ursula’s sapphire, as usual with a lot of tulle petticoats, brown leather ankle-boots, and soft leather gloves in the same colour. And as usual they had their hands cuffed in front of them, and cuffed ankles. But unlike Ursula, Erika was securely gagged.

“Ursula! Oh, what a nice surprise, darling. Please; do come in!” she cried, and put her hands together under her chin. “To what do I owe the honour of your visit today?”
“Well,” Ursula replied, after having exchanged the prescribed number of fake cheek-kisses, “it’s not actually for me we’re here, but my husband’s niece, young Erika here, became so enamoured with what you were wearing yesterday at the party, she promptly wanted to know where you got it from. I do have a sneaking suspicion, but I’ll let you tell her.”
Ashley turned her full attention to Erika. “So you liked my outfit, did you?” Erika nodded. Which part of it; the dress? “Erika nodded. “Well, of course you did. You liked the cuffs and gag too then, I suppose.” Erika nodded again, more cautiously this time. “I’ll let you in on little secret; they were standard cuffs with slipcovers that matched the dress, and I’ve got lots more in different colours. Let’s see, now; it’s been a while since I bought them, but I think he still has them in store; otherwise he’ll just have to get them for you somehow. But I warn you; I have expensive tastes, so it’ll probably cost you a pretty penny.”
“Let’s worry about money later, shall we?” Ursula interrupted.

So it was that the three ladies, Ursula, Ashley, and Erika walked arm in arm to the little shop in the village. It was as close to an old fashioned country store as you could get these days, with shelves packed with everything from clothes to food, and what you couldn’t buy right then, you could always order.
When Mr. Lund, the proprietor, saw them he put his hands together and said;
“My word; if it isn’t Ursula and Ashley! What a nice surprise, indeed. What can I do for you?”
“Mr. Lund,” Ashley began,” you know the dress and cuffs you sold me a while back?”
“Yes, yes; I had to order them from far away, so it took a while before they got here. And it sure was expensive. Why; has anything happened to any of it? If so, there’s still some warranty-time left on every item. At least I think so!”
“No, no; everything is as it was when I picked them up!” Ashley hastened to calm the worried man. “No, the reason we’re here today, is because Erika here saw me wearing the outfit yesterday, and was completely enamoured by it. The dress, the cuffs, everything; and wanted to know if there was any possibility for her to get something similar, or preferably the exact same outfit?”
“Yes, of course! I don’t see why she can’t have that, if that’s what she wants.”

He produced a measuring-tape from a drawer, and asked Ashley to help Erika take her handcuffs and dress off, so he could take some measurements.
When that was done, and Erika was fully dressed and cuffed again, he started calculating. He then showed the older ladies the result.
“I presume that’s the cost of the slipcovers?” Ursula said, pointing to something on the paper. When Mr. Lund confirmed that to be the case, she wrote something down on a piece of paper and gave it to him.
“I want those colours, please! But only for the slipcovers, I only want the one dress.” she told him. She pointed;”In that colour!”

When they were out on the street again, Erika muttered something into her gag.
”No, your uncle won’t mind the expenditure; even though it may have been a bit on the high side. At least I hope he won’t.” Ursula replied, looking a bit worried.
Ashley pushed herself between the two dress-clad women and put her arms under theirs.
“If he won’t pay the bill,” she said, “then I will. Now, how about a nice cup of tea at my place? Henry won’t be home for another couple of hours, and it gets so lonely sometimes being in that big house.”
Both Ursula and Erika gladly accepted the invitation.

When they got to Ashley’s place, Erika’s gag was taken off.
“Phew,” she sighed, as she massaged her aching mouth, “That’s the longest I’ve been gagged since I got here; which means ever! Ouch!” She held the tea-cup in her cuffed hands and took a sip of the hot liquid.
Ashley peered inquisitively at her two friends: “What I can’t understand is how you can stand being cuffed all day?”
“You get used to it, as with everything else.” Ursula replied. “Now even Erika tells me she can’t understand why someone would not want to be cuffed all the time.”
Yes, well; each to his or her own then, I guess.” Ashley shrugged.

After having finished their tea, Ashley asked if Erika would like to see her collection of cuffs, and other restraints.
“Yes, please,” the young girl said, and they all went to a walk-in closet. After an invitational wave from Ashley, Erika opened the door and took a surprised step backwards. At least half of the closet was filled, from floor to ceiling, by box upon box containing rope of different thickness, chains, locks, you name it, she probably had it; in short, it must have been every TUG-lovers idea of heaven!
“Woau,” she breathed, looking around her with eyes as big as saucers. “Were have you got all this from?”
“I used to run kind of a mail-order service selling these things, up north, before I met Henry. We fell in love, and he persuaded me to pack up my things and move down south. This is the sad remnants of my once thriving business. However, I don’t think I bother starting over here; it’s just too much work. Oh well,” she sighed. “Tell you what; if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to tell me. I just might have what you’re looking for, stowed away in a box in here. You can have it for free, or for a nominal amount of money, as I now have all the money I’m ever likely to need.”
“Thank you!” Erika and Ursula said, in unison.
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Re: Erika's new experiences

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:26 am

The days turned to weeks, and Erika lost track of time. One day Ursula told her that some of her friends from school wanted to come and visit.
”Oh, great,” Erika cried out. “When are they coming, and where are they going to stay?”
“They should be arriving right---about---NOW!” Ursula said, as the door-bell rang.
Erika looked around in panic and started protesting: “What—wait—I can’t—“.
Ursula looked calmly at her: “Yes,” she said, with a diamond-hard sternness in her voice, which Erika hadn’t heard before, “you both can and will! Now go and open that door, and greet your friends!”

When she opened the door, she saw it wasn’t just any old class-mates; it was her best friends, Cicci and Jane. They were dressed in red jeans, cut off just below the crotch and pink, sleeveless t-shirts. Erika suddenly felt clumsy and hot in her dark grey high-necked, long-sleeved, floor length dress, with the usual amount of tulle petticoats, and made of thick velvet. She drew a deep breath in an effort to steady her nerves and invited them inside.
Both of them looked inquisitively at her.
“Why are you wearing such a hot dress in the middle of summer?” Cicci asked.
“Are they forcing you to wear those cuffs?” Jane asked.
“Nice to see you too. No Jane, of course not; you of all people ought to know, no one can force me into doing anything. I’m much too stubborn for that! I simply wanted to know what it was like, and I sort of have never taken them off; although I suppose I can, whenever I want to. Now, I think I wouldn’t know what to do with my arms, if they weren’t restrained one way or another. The same goes for the dress: I wanted to know what it was like, and I liked it. Yes: it’s hot, and yes; it’s heavy, And yes again; I sometimes long to be dressed like you are now, especially on a day like this, but I like it like this far too much to bother changing.” Then, in an effort to get away from the subject, she asked:
“So, guys; how long are you going to stay?”
Before any of them had a chance to answer, Ursula said:”You’re both welcome to stay here for as long as you want to.”
“Great; thanks!” both girls said. Then Cicci asked if she maybe could borrow one of Erika’s dresses; just for a day, and just to see what it was like, she hastened to add.
“I want to borrow one too, if it is possible,” Jane said, “and some cuffs. As the saying goes; ‘When in Rome---‘.”

They rummaged through Erika’s wardrobe, and found two velvet floor-length dresses which fitted reasonably well, and two sets of tulle petticoats. After having put them on, the girls went over to their neighbour, who immediately let them know she had just what they were looking for. She took them all down to the store-room and, after having rummaged through quite a few boxes, got what she was looking for.
“And I suppose you want bed-restraints and ball-gaggers too, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes we do; but only if Erika has them!” Jane said a bit too enthusiastically for Cicci’s taste.
“Those, I do know where they are. But first, I will put the cuffs on you, so you can get used to them.”
She did, and started searching for the next set of items.
“Wow,” Jane breathed, “how do you get anything done, wearing these things? I don’t think I can walk the way I normally do, without falling flat on my face within two steps. I can’t even see where my feet are!”
“I’ll give you a hint,” Cicci smiled,” They’re somewhere under your nose!”

Once back on the street, Erika asked her friends if they wanted a tour “around town”, as she put it, and maybe stop for a soda or a cup of tea, in the village café.
“What; dressed like this and cuffed? Are you out of your freaking mind?” Jane started protesting.
“Yes; dressed like this and cuffed! “Erika confirmed. “No one’s going to pay any attention whatsoever to what you wear, as long as you don’t make too much of a fuss it; I promise. Remember; I’ve lived here, like this, for several weeks now, and no one’s even raised an eyebrow! On the contrary, everyone’s been most helpful if I’ve found myself in any kind of trouble. On a couple of occasions, I’ve even managed to persuade the village hunk to lend me a hand, if Philip wasn’t around.”
“A village hunk, huh; well, if they’ve got one of those, I suppose this place isn’t as dull as I thought!” Cicci said, suddenly pretending very hard to seem blasé.
“The only thing is,” Erika said, suddenly a bit worried, “girls in ‘my’ family aren’t supposed to go anywhere without a male escort or, for the most part, being gagged. I’ve got one, Philip, who’s practically my boyfriend these days, and I suppose he could get two more guys to come along.”
“The village hunk and his even hunkier pal would be nice,” Jane giggled.
“I’ll see what I can come up with,” Erika promised. “And remember; we might wear the cuffs and gaggers, but we’re also in complete charge; always! Even when they think they are.”

So it was that two hours later, the three girls sat in the villages’ only café, having lemonade and chocolate-chip cookies and talking, just like some of the other villagers, the only difference being they had their hands cuffed behind their backs. They had boys as helpers, and all of them were now wearing long-sleeved floor-length dresses, with many petticoats.

“So, tell me;” Cicci said, “How did this come about? You’ve never said anything about you wanting to try anything like this, as long as I’ve known you. And I’ve known you the longest!”
Erika, who just had taken a sip from her glass, quickly swallowed.
“I didn’t know anything like this existed before I got here. Philip’s father is an uncle of mine, but we’ve hardly ever met. Philip and I were around five or six, the last time we met, and that was at our place. Ursula wore a modern dress at that time and no cuffs I guess because, young though I was, I probably would have remembered if she had come dressed anything looking remotely like this.”
“That’s because she didn’t. She only started a few years ago, and the cuffs entered our lives at about the same time.” Philip explained. “Mum wanted to know what it was like wearing the clothes, and dad said something like: “Sure, I don’t mind; if you don’t mind being cuffed as well, while you wear them”. He probably thought it would discourage her, but NO, it only made her want it even more.
She had dreamed about being cuffed ever since she was a little girl, she said, and about wearing long, poofy dresses, being surrounded by cuffed girls, in long poofy dresses.

At first, there were some comments, some of them of a not so nice kind, but we’ve slowly gained acceptance in the village for our way of life. So when they found out Erikas’ school was out for the summer, they wrote a letter asking her parents if they would allow her to come and visit, which they said they would. They would even let my parents dress her like my mum and even cuff her, if Erika said it was O.K.
She apparently said “Yes” to wearing dresses the whole time, and agreed to everything else once she got here.”
“Yes, they told me what it said in the letter,” Erika said,” but at the same time, they also said I could come home at any time. But I can tell you this much; it took me rather a long time to convince myself. Being cuffed, wearing ancient clothes, and having a man telling me what to do all the time? No thank you, I thought, I’m a modern girl, who likes being independent!
Anyway, I gave myself one week. If I hadn’t come to like it by then, I’d pack my stuff and go home. That was three months ago; I’m still looking for an excuse, but haven’t found one yet! To tell you the truth, I don’t think I ever will.”

Leaving the café, Philip used the ball-gag to silence Erika. He showed the others how to gag their girls, and then they went for a stroll.
“I’d like to tie all of you to chairs for a while, when we get back home,” he said. “There are a few things I want to discuss with Tom and Russ, and I’d prefer to do it without us having to worry about your well-being.” When he saw Erikas’ puzzled look, he said:” The things I want to discuss involves Cicci and Jane, but I want to talk to the boys alone first.
The three girls looked at each other and shrugged. ‘I wonder what what’s so secret?” they thought.

When they came home, the girls sat down in chairs in the kitchen. Their hands were freed from the cuffs, but tied behind the backs of the chairs instead. Ropes were tied around their waists and the backs of the chairs, to make it impossible for them to get up, and their gaggers were taken out.
The boys went into another room but left the door ajar, so they could hear if the girls had any trouble.

Philip looked at the other two.
“So what do you say?” he whispered. “Are you prepared to take on the responsibility of caring for one girl each, and follow the rules I gave you? Having them live in your home, the way Erika’s living in mine, keep her in dresses, hardly go anywhere without her by your side so you can keep an eye on her all the time and, above all else, keep her in cuffs day and night? I know it sounds like you’ve completely lost your freedom, but believe me; if they’re anything like Erika, you’ll have the time of your life!”
“I think I am” Russ, who had been Cicci’s escort, said.
“Mm; I guess I am too” Eddie, who had been Jane’s, said.
“Good!” Philip beamed. “And remember; as in all relationships, you can end it whenever you want to. Just do it in your usual, subtle manor, and everything will be just fine!”
“What do you think they’re talking about? I can’t hear a thing,” Cicci looked at the other two girls.
“Whatever it is, I bet it’s got something to do with you!” Erika said. She tried real hard to listen in on what the boys were talking about, and thought she heard the word “caring”.
“Mm, I was right; it is about you. I bet they’re going to ask you to move in with them, and lead the same kind of life as I, which means you’ll never again be free of cuffs, not even in bed, you will be gagged when you go out, you will be required to wear floor-length poofy dresses, and always have him by your side when you go out. That’s the down side; the upside I just mentioned.” She burst out in giggles when she saw the puzzled look on their faces.
“Being cuffed and having him by your side means you can boss him around as much as you like, and he can’t say a word! Play your cards right and you’ll never have to lift a finger again, if you don’t want to, for the rest of your lives. Sure you’ll be gagged most of the time, but use your body-language right, and he’ll do whatever you want without you having to say a word!”
They looked at each other and burst out laughing, the way teen-age girls always do, and always have done since time in memorial.

That night, when Philip cuffed her, he asked her why they had laughed. She looked at him and gave him an elusive smile.
“Mm,” she purred,” wouldn’t you like to know!”
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