The try-out

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:50 am

I might as well post this one, while I'm at it! :quirk: :lol:
She called me and asked, or rather more or less commanded me, to come over to her place the morning of following day, which was a Saturday. She had received a box of things she was dying to try out, but she said she needed help. Me being her best friend, and a perfect gentleman (!) at that, would fit the bill perfectly, she said. Me being all of 15 years old, wasn’t entirely sure what that “gentleman”-part meant. Anyway, we agreed I’d be there at ten o’clock, said good-bye and hung up.
So the following morning, there I was, Peter; 1 meter 70, a bit overweight, with blond crew-cut hair, at the home of Anna; 1 meter 40, slim, with dark hair down to the small of her back. Between us in the hallway stood an un-opened, un-marked, cardboard box, maybe 50 centimetres squared, so it was quite large.
“I think know what’s in it, but I wanted to wait to open it until you came,” she said, referring to the box.
“Well, here I am. Let’s get on with it, shall we?” I said.
She bent down and tore the box open, with an impatient look on her face. The first thing that came in to view was some heavy duty hand-, elbow-, and ankle-cuffs, as well as cuffs for the knees. There was also a belt with handcuffs attached. To top it all off, there were an assortment of gagges and blindfolds, lying in a plastic bag in the bottom of the box.
“YES” she screamed, clenching her fist, punching the air. “At last, it’s all here! I’ve been waiting for this stuff for ages! I can’t wait to try it all out! Come on; first gag me with that ball-gag!” She pointed to a rubber-ball with a leather-strap going through it.
“I’d better! Seeing as your mouth’s going 100 miles an hour, we’d better let it rest for a while. Now, open wide!” I said with a grin. She did and I shoved the ball deep into her mouth. Then I went behind her and buckled the straps. While I was there, I took the elbow-cuffs and put them on her. She moaned a bit, as her elbows nearly touched wearing them, but shook her head, when I asked if they were too tight. Then I took the hand-cuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. Again, she shook her head “no” when asked if it was too tight. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I asked astonished. She looked me straight in the eyes and nodded vigorously.
Whazzzz up!.