Phil stood the foot of the stairs, looking up. "Nat," he hollered, "come down! I wanna ask you something!"
Natasha, dressed in a long sleeved navy and pink striped leotard, light blue wool pantyhose and white trainers, came bouncing down the stairs.
"What?" she asked.
"I was thinking of taking a stroll down to the mall; wanna join me? One thing, though; I don't want you to change your clothes."
"O.K, then; I won't." she shrugged. "And I'm guessing you want to..?"
"Of course I do: Wouldn't let you step out the front door without having done that, would I?"
"No; of course you wouldn't."
Her brother, Phil, for some reason only he knew, had started demanding she'd wear leotards and pantyhose around the house about six weeks or so ago, and had made cuffs from two wide pieces of leather, two D-rings and a small piece of chain, which he used to cuff her hands together in front of her. He had also made a hole through a foam rubber ball and threaded a leather band through it, so he could gag her every time they went into their secluded garden, and she had actually gotten used to it terrifyingly quickly. However, this would be the first time she actually went anywhere like that, and she was as excited as she was terrified. They had been planning this for quite some time, but what if someone called the police; then what? She had come to love it, and he wasn't treating her bad in any way, shape or form. Their parents had had some "parental" reservations to start with, but when they realized he treated her much the same way as before, they stopped worrying. As their father put it: "As long as you both know what you're doing, and you don't harm your sister, you have our blessing."
Phil waited impatiently until Natasha had put on her sneakers, so he could cuff and gag her. She, however, having sensed his nervousness, prolonged the procedure by fumbling with the shoe laces as much as she could, just so she could really get under his skin.
Eventually though, she had to let him cuff and gag her, which he did a bit more forcefully than might have been necessary.
"Thought you were funny, did you?" he hissed, as he buckled the ballgag behind her head.
"Ng-hng!" she nodded, her pig-tails bouncing up and down and her sweet smile made her eyes beam.
"Thought I'd change my mind, did you?"
"Ng-hng!" This time she shook her head emphatically, her eyes were still beaming with laughter.
"Good! Cause you weren't and I'm not!" He grabbed her arm and lead her outside, where he tied a long leather strap between her handcuffs, to use as a lead.
They walked slowly through the village, eventually getting to the High street. Natasha got a bit hesitant as she saw all the people walking in and out of the stores, but Phil walked straight towards the biggest and most busy one.
"NNNGGG," she whined in protest, desperately shaking her head, but he just smiled.
"Come on. Isn't this what we've been talking about? You wanting to be 'out and about' and not having to hide anymore? You wanting to see peoples' reactions when seeing you dressed like that and cuffed?" He yanked the strap hard, so she was forced to continue forwards.
They walked very slowly down the street, partly because it was a Friday afternoon, and a lot of people around, but mainly because Phil appeared to have developed a sudden urge to window shop, and there was nothing Natasha could do to speed him up, as he also seemed to have developed some kind of selective hearing.
Eventually, Phil reached the halfway point, where some metal benches with wooden seats were strategically placed. They sat down, and Phil tied the strap to one of the metal arm rests.
Suddenly, his cell phone rang. After having talked for a while, he put the phone back in his pocket, excused himself and walked into the shop closest to them.
Natasha sat patiently waiting while people walked around her, some commenting the fact she was cuffed as if she wasn't there, most not even noticing her, no one trying to help her. However, after some time had passed and Phil hadn't returned, she decided she had had enough, and wanted to go home. It was only then she realized he was very good at tying knots, even though he had never been a scout. It took her several minutes to get one undone, but by then Phil, at last, had returned. But he wasn't alone; his friend Tom walked beside him, with girlfriend Frida just a few steps behind.