Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Dec 06, 2012 11:12 am

It was in the evening, a couple of days before Christmas. I went over to Clara’s because she, and therefore her parents, had invited me to go with them to their house in the country.
Like the last time I was there, I was gagged, my wrists were cuffed behind my back, and my ankles cuffed as soon as I came through the door. But as I now knew what to expect, I didn’t become terrified.
Rolf put my suitcases together with the rest of the luggage, with a dry remark about their heaviness:”Can’t girls ever go anywhere without taking half a ton of stuff along?” Tina just smiled and said, in a sugary-sweet voice:”No.” Then, turning to us, she continued:”We want to look our best, don’t we?” Both Clara and I nodded, and Rolf snorted:”That would be an impossible task for you three. None of you can look more beautiful than you already are, no matter how much junk you pack.”
“Mmm, I’m flattered.” Tina purred, putting a finger under his chin. “As I’m sure we all are.” Clara, however, looked as if her gag was the only thing preventing her from throwing up.
“OK, girls” Tina said, in a stern voice, “time for bed! You go ahead and I’ll be right behind you.”
She held up a largish shoulder-bag. “Is what you’re going to wear tonight and tomorrow in here, Becky?” I nodded.
We went into the Clara’s bedroom, and Tina followed closely behind. She helped us get diapered and dressed in our nightclothes. Then she called Rolf, so he could come and help her strap us in our beds.

We left early the next morning; if you ask me, way too early. The bags were first loaded into their Volvo station wagon. When they were loaded, there was no place for us to sit in the boot, however large it was, so we had to sit in the backseat. We once again had straps around our necks, which were attached to the rings in the back of the seat. As the rings were positioned as they were, we had to sit up very straight the whole trip. Rolf asked us, if we wanted to be blindfolded, and Clara when said yes, I didn’t want to look like a sissy, so I did too. Unfortunately, that meant I wouldn’t be able to look at the no doubt beautiful scenery, but I consoled myself with the knowledge, I could look at it on the way home.

The car stopped, the boot lid opened and I could hear the bags being carried inside. Every time Rolf came close to the car, I could hear mutter several not so nice words about the amount of snow. After having waited for a long while, there was a click, and Clara was brought out of the car, leaving me alone, which pushed my imagination into overdrive. Every sound I thought was terrifying!
Eventually though, Rolf came back and it was my turn to leave the car. As soon as I had, I wished I had been left where I was, though. It was bitterly cold, despite me having both pantyhose, a pair of men’s long johns, as well as an ankle long, woolly dress with multiple petticoats, and an ankle long down coat.
Inside the house, it wasn’t much warmer, either. My handcuffs were unlocked long enough, so I could stand with my back against some sort of square-shaped pillar, and have them re-applied behind it. Soon though, I heard the sound, and a very welcoming one at that, of a fire being lit. My blindfold was taken off, and I could see Clara standing cuffed to a pillar much like I was; only she had a chain, which supported her knees. She looked at me, and I could see she was smiling, even though the bottom half of her face was covered by the gag.

Rolf wound a chain around my knees, and locked it behind my pillar, so I too had the support I needed to stop my knees from buckling.
“Right,” he said, “I want you two to stand there while the house warms up, and Tina and I get things organized. It shouldn’t take that long, and then we can all have something to eat. OK?”
We nodded, and they set about putting the things they had brought away, and get the beds ready for tonight. We were released from the pillars about three hours later, and our hands were cuffed in front of us, so we could unpack our bags, which had been put on our beds, ourselves. In the bedroom, I noticed two high backed, wooden chairs, to which cuffs were attached, both on the armrests and to the front legs. Rolf, who had come to monitor our progress, confirmed my suspicions when he told me we were to sit in them, one hour before going to bed, and one hour before breakfast.

Almost the entire first day Tina and Rolf spent getting the place ready, so Clara and I spent our day cuffed to pillars, with only the occasional bathroom and food-break.
It wasn’t until late, that Tina found time to put the two of us in diapers and footy pyjamas, so Rolf could strap us in our beds.
I went to sleep with the sound of them getting the place ready for Christmas.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Dec 06, 2012 11:33 am

Nice new story, time even with a blindfold. :) I hope too read fast what come next. I know only one my Christmas would not so nice :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:55 am

I woke up, confused and a bit scared, because I couldn’t move. To top it all off, I didn’t recognize the room. Then I remembered; I was to spend the Christmas holidays with Clara and her parents at their cabin. I lay cuffed to the spare bed, dressed in a footy pyjama, and wearing a diaper. Then, I felt someone poking my side. I looked over, and Clara said:”Well, good morning sleepy head! Thought you’d never wake up. I’ve been up for the past hour or so! I trust you slept well?”
She was already cuffed and dressed. When I looked closer, I saw she was wearing one of my dresses, pink and ankle long with long sleeves and white ruffles. Beneath it, she wore just about every petticoat I had brought, and my pair of white, woolly pantyhose.
”What are you doing in my clothes?” I drowsily asked.
She stood up and twirled around, the best she could considering she had her ankles cuffed. She looked amazing, I must admit. Even more so than me, and I look very pretty wearing it.
“Do you like it?” she asked. All I could do was nod; I was too astounded to speak. Here was a girl who said she hated the very idea of wearing a dress, and now she voluntarily was; and by the looks of things, liking it!

Clara stood up and hollered:”MUM! SHE’S FINALLY AWAKE NOW!”
Tina came into the room, and asked:”What are you hollering about? Do you want to wake Becky up?”
Her daughter pointed at me and remarked:”Can’t you see she already is.”
Tina looked at me and said:”Good morning, sweetie!” She uncuffed me and I was told to sit in the chair next to my bed, and she cuffed me to it. Late waking up or not; I was to be cuffed to the chair, all the same!
The mother and daughter went over to the cupboard, where Clara kept her clothes and Tina started rummaging around. After much discussion, they decided I was to wear a pair of her black jeans, t-shirt, and pull-over, not bothering to ask my opinion. The only things of mine I was apparently allowed to wear today were my underwear, and pantyhose.

When the allotted hour was up, Tina uncuffed me from the chair, and I lie down on my back on the bed, so she could take my pyjamas and diaper off, and put my day-clothes on. It turned out I had used the diaper, and she asked me if I wanted a new one. I said I didn’t, and she continued dressing me. Eventually she finished, and I got to my feet, but not before having my ankle cuffs put on. She cuffed my wrists behind my back, gagged both me and Clara, and told me:”As you woke up so late in the day, you won’t get any breakfast, simply because it’s nearly time for lunch.” When I looked at the mantle clock, I could see she was right. It was almost eleven thirty!

Later that afternoon, Clara and I were told to go for a walk. There was a fenced in, round track in the yard. There was a track bolted on the fence, about half-way up. Rolf fitted belts on us, which had chains connected to them. He grabbed the chains, led us to the track, and locked them to a motor on the track. He started the motor and we were forced to walk, first slowly, then faster and faster, round and around for quite a while. Pretty soon, both I and Clara were so dizzy we could hardly walk straight. Rolf then stopped the motor, and put hoods on over our heads, which acted as both blindfolds and ear-mufflers.
I’m not sure how long we had to walk like that, but when the motor was stopped and we were released, I was more tired than I had been for quite a while.
“Did you enjoy your walk?” Rolf asked when he escorted us back to the house. As we both of course were gagged, we could only grunt, but I think we agreed on that the pleasure of the walk had been somewhat limited, to say the least. And when he told us we had to do it all over again every day it wasn’t snowing, I for one whished it would snow every day!

That afternoon we were again handcuffed to the posts. As it turned out, that, and the walking, would be a reoccurring theme. We would be “forced” to walk for anywhere between one and three hours. This first day, it was only for one hour, but it sure felt like much longer.
We were as usual, prepared for bed around nine by Tina and Rolf. When we lay in our beds, I asked her if her parents had ever done this before.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Have they ever forced you to walk round and around like we were this afternoon?” I clarified.”
“Oh! No, they haven’t. Wonder what’s happened to them? They usually let me tell them what to do, but today my suggestions have pretty much been ignored! I really hope they haven’t started thinking for themselves. Because if they have; this could end very badly for both you and especially for me!”
I don’t know why, but her words sent shivers down my spine.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:51 pm

It become ever more interesting. Why do it, is Becky´s parents how want as challenge. :) I want read asp more thank you. :D
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby hafnermg » Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:35 pm

i can't wait to see more of this! your stories are always so good!

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Dec 09, 2012 11:26 am

It was the morning of Christmas day. Both I and Clara woke up early, and had to wait to get out of bed, until Rolf and Tina woke up. We were of course blindfolded, but thankfully not gagged, so we spent the time chatting.
“What do you think of your stay, so far?” Clara asked.
“It’s been fun. It is just such a shame I won’t be able to continue doing this, when I get home. I really love the fact that I’m not ALLOWED to do certain things, and have to ask someone’s help, to perform simple tasks. I guess it’s my lazy side which is starting to come through. My siblings and parents will have a hell of a time getting me to do things I normally do with no questions asked, when I get home.”
When I sensed she had a doubting look on her face, I said:”No, I really do mean it. It has been fun as usual, and I have become lazier! But tell me, how has it been having me here?”
“Mm, it is a good thing not having chores to do all the time.” Clara agreed. “But judging by the way my parents have acted lately, I wouldn’t be surprised if they suddenly wanted me to actually do things. Besides studying, I mean. As far as having you here is concerned, I think it’s great! Now I have someone to share my thoughts and experiences with; someone who understands me, and don’t think I’m weird or something. Not that I gave you any reason to think I was weird before all this began, did I?”
“No, you’ve never done, I can assure you.” I said, adding:”I hope they’ll come soon, because I need to get out of this diaper!”

As if on cue, we could hear the door being opened, and Tina saying: “Good morning and Merry Christmas, girls! Is there anyone who wants to get out of bed?” as if talking to kids half our age.
We both said we’d love to and she released us and instead cuffed us to the chairs, one by one.
“I heard you talking on my way in here, and we can’t have that. Now can we? You might even get someone in trouble, and that would be most unfortunate, if you ask me!” Tina sternly said. I heard her put a gag in her daughter’s mouth, despite Clara’s protests, shortly followed be her putting a ball-gag in my mouth, leaving us both blindfolded and gagged.
‘I’ll be glad when all this is over, and I get home to my own family,’ I thought. ‘Other people trying to take control of my life, I get enough of at home, thank you very much. I only started doing this, because I thought she had the perfect life, and having full control over it. And now, it turns out she might not have that control for much longer! If she hasn’t lost it already, that is!”

Having been released from the chair, Tina put me in the knee-length dress I had told I wanted to wear today. It was red, with white fake-fur details, so it looked like a “Mrs. Santa Claus”-costume, well kind of, anyway, and had a lot of petticoats. To finish it off, she put me in my white, woolly pantyhose, before cuffing our hands behind our backs, and putting us in leg-cuffs, before giving us breakfast.
Later on we were all but ordered to wander around the ‘walking pit’, as we had started calling it. Because it had snowed heavily during the night, and the temperature was well below zero C, I had hoped we weren’t going out there, but there you are.
‘I sure hope we won’t get our private parts frozen solid!’ I thought, as I trudged along around the track in a snow-covering, maybe two feet deep, because no one had bothered to shovel it away. In the end though, we had managed to make ourselves a fine, wide trail in the snow.

When we were walked inside again, I looked at Clara. She was dressed in a pair of knitted woolly leggings and a woolly jumper, both of them red with white snowflakes all over them, and she had knee-high red leather boots.
Finally, it was time to open our presents. From Clara and her family, I got stuff which were suitable for use, when I slept there; like a couple of specially made footy pyjamas, which had straps sewn onto them; around the wrists, ankles, and toes, which meant they could be fastened to any kind of bed-frame, but I had to promise not to use them anywhere else, except at Clara’s.

Then, I got a big package from my parents, with a, somewhat cryptic, note attached to it. As I had my hands cuffed in front of me, which meant I could open the note myself. When I did, I gasped. It said:
“Dear Becky.
We’ve talked about this many times in the past, and I know your father and I have always been against it thinking that if you were, so your siblings would want to. We’ve secretly talked to them, and they all said, and I quote: “never in a million years, do I want to be cuffed; or strapped to my bed, for that matter. But if she wants to be, I won’t stop her.”, or some version thereof.
So, we hope you will find the enclosed items satisfying.
Merry Christmas; from your loving mom and dad.
P.S. There are more things waiting for you, when you get home.”

More things? I wondered what that could be, as I showed the note to Clara and her family.
While they were busy reading it, I opened the package. Inside were a set of cuffs, and a gag. The cuffs were made of a white metal (not silver, though) and had the most exquisite “flower, twig and leaf”-decorations all around them. In the centre of each of the handcuffs my name was engraved with old-fashioned, squiggly letters. I so wanted to try them on, but there were no padlocks, nor keys for that matter, so I couldn’t.
I also found a plain inflatable rubber gag, when I searched the package, just before throwing it away.
Tina gasped when she saw the cuffs, and Clara’s eyes nearly fell out of her head. Rolf’s more quiet reaction was a mere:”Mm. Those were nice!”

That night, when we lay in our beds, Tina said: “I wonder what your parents meant by you having more things waiting for you, when you get home?”
“I haven’t a clue, “I said, “and frankly, I don’t really care. I’m just so very glad they’ve changed their minds, and let me do whatever I want to do!”
“Mmm,” Clara growled, “lucky you!”
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Dec 09, 2012 12:10 pm

now would home coming interesting. :)
Andrea(s)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Dec 11, 2012 1:54 pm

A few days later, it was time to go home. This time, however, due to us having eaten so much food and us girls having used so many diapers during our stay, we could fit in the boot of the station-wagon. It was a real tight squeeze, but we managed. As the case was when we went there, Clara and I were both blindfolded. We had our hands cuffed in front of us, fastened to the rings, and off we went.

It was a long, tedious journey, but as I was so excited to come home and see what else my parents had given me for Christmas, I thought it was endless. Nevertheless, we did get home, and they were waiting for me in the parking lot. Mum gave me a wave before they helped Rolf and Tina carry everything to their flat.

When I got out of the car, my parents gave me a hug. I wanted to give them a hug back, but that of course had to wait until I no longer had my hands cuffed. We were led inside the building and up to their flat, Tina leading Clara, and Amanda, my mum, leading me, albeit somewhat awkwardly. ‘Not to worry,’ I thought, ‘they’ll both soon get the hang of it, and things will be just the way I want them to be. If I play my cards right, that is!’
In Clara’s apartment, the parents released our hands long enough to let us sit down. Then they were cuffed behind the backs our chairs. Then Tina and Rolf started telling my parents all about what had been going on, not just these past days, but every time I had gone to visit Clara. While they talked, they never once paid their daughter, or her friend, any attention, whatsoever.
After a Q&A session, my parents wanted to see our beds. Tina again grabbed Clara’s arm, and my mum grabbed mine, and we went to the bedroom. Rolf told them the rails on Clara’s bed weren’t strictly necessary, but were excellent for fastening the bed-straps.

Amanda wanted to know, how Tina changed my diapers, as she was the one most likely to do it; for the time being, at least. Tina said:”Sure! I’ll show you.” and told me to get on the bed. After having shooed the men out of the room, she pulled down everything she had to, in order to show my mother how to do it.
“Well, that was easy!” Amanda said. “Not much different than I have done in the past, really.”
Then I was released from the cuffs I was wearing, and the ones I had got for Christmas were put on. My parents and I left and went to our car. Once again I was put in the boot and they took off. I looked down, and could hardly believe my eyes. I was, for the first time, cuffed with cuffs my parents had bought just for me, sitting in our car; and none of my siblings were from now on going to be treated just like me! Oh, what a joy!

The first thing that happened when I got back home was my sister Therese asking me, why I was wearing those cuffs, and what I had in my mouth. As I of course was gagged, mum answered:”We’ll tell you all about it, don’t you worry. Please get the rest of the family in the living-room.” That wasn’t how I would have replied. My reply would have been:”Mind your own business, would you!” Ah, sisterly love, at its’ best. I love it!
Anyway, we all gathered in the living-room, and I had to sit on a hard kitchen chair.
Dad explained that from now on I was to have my hands cuffed, either in front of me, or behind my back, and wear ankle-cuffs all the time when at home, which included the back yard. The gag I was wearing had to be in place at all times, except for mealtimes and when I had gone to bed, when I instead was to be blindfolded. My bed was to be fitted with lockable straps, which would make it impossible for me to get out of bed unless our parents, and only them he emphasized, wanted me to. I was to wear diapers when in bed. He ended his little speech, by saying that anyone (he looked sternly at his beloved kids) breaking these rules, would end up in the same situation I was.
When he had finished speaking, he asked if anyone had any questions, and if so would that person raise their hand. I had a lot of them, but as I was cuffed I couldn’t raise my hand; and even if I could, I suspect I would have been ignored.

When I lay strapped to my bed that first night, my younger sister Sarah, with whom I share a bedroom, asked me how it felt being strapped like that.
“Well”, I explained, “at first it felt kind of strange. But it didn’t take long, maybe an hour or so, before it was as natural for me as breathing.”
I could feel her tugging at the waist-belt, then the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, as if to make sure they were properly applied, all the time making little “u-hum”-sounds.

Then, she suddenly wanted to know about the cuffs, and if it felt strange wearing them.
“Strange? Not really.” I thoughtfully said. “The only thing is that they are really very restrictive. You can’t really do anything when you have them on.”
“Well, duh!” she scornfully said. “I don’t think you’re supposed to, either!”
Then she dreamingly said” Oh, how I wish...”
“What, Sarah?” I softly asked. “What do you wish?”
“Oh, it’s nothing! Mum and dad couldn’t afford it, anyway.” she said, breathing a deep sigh. By the sound of it, I could almost swear she was disappointed.
‘Well, well, well! Wadda you know?’ I thought. ‘Maybe I’ve started something here, which could prove to be contagious! In that case; Heaven help our parents, because I won’t!’
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:47 pm

Hallo lasse,
nice Part. What is Sarah wish? More cluffs, footedsleeper and bed strap for them too would cost so much. The only think I would cost much more would diaper too and perhaps bigger car the more luggage if have two or more person. Is that would live live female friends for school that deal with like clothes that religion and tradition force to ware.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Dec 17, 2012 1:52 pm

Then she dreamingly said” Oh, how I wish...”
“What, Sarah?” I softly asked. “What do you wish?”
“Oh, it’s nothing! Mum and dad couldn’t afford it, anyway.” she said, breathing a deep sigh. By the sound of it, I could almost swear she was disappointed.

But, as it turned out, there was no need. When my mum dressed me the next morning, I told her about my suspicions.
“M-hm, I see!” mum said and nodded. “Well, I’m not entirely sure we can afford buying another set of all of this; not all at once, at least. But before I do anything, I’ll talk to her and see if that is really what she wants. If it is; well, then I’m sure we can come up with some kind of solution. Maybe you could share? Things you don’t use one day, maybe she can use? How’s that for a solution?” By now, she had finished dressing me as well as cuffing my ankles together and my wrists behind my back and gagging me, so I could only nod in response. We went into the kitchen and mum took out a chain and a padlock from a drawer and wound it around my waist a couple of times before locking it behind the back of the chair I was sitting in.
Then she turned to Sarah, and said: “I’d like to talk to you. Let’s go to your room, so we can be alone.”

They returned, half an hour later and mum said:”You were right, Becky. She did want to be treated just like you, diapers included. So from now on, when we buy diapers; instead of buying two packs a month, we’ll have to buy four. As for the rest of the stuff, like cuffs and so on, we’ll just have to buy it one piece at a time, just like we would have done anyway.”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise of her daring to take such a momentous decision on her own. My thoughts must have been evident in my face, because she said:”Any decision involving you girls I can make on my own, without involving your father. You know that, as well as I do. I then leave up to him to figure out a way to get the extra money needed.”

After having called Clara’s parents to borrow the restraints I used there, she set to work. She cuffed Sarah’s wrists and ankles and gagged her. When she was done, I took a close look at my sister. She looked gorgeous, wearing an ankle-long, long-sleeved, sea-green velvet dress and a pair of woolly, pantyhose with black and white squares (none of us girls wore anything but dresses or skirts and pantyhose, all year round) and my cuffs and gag.
Mum asked me if I liked what I saw, and I nodded. She then reminded Sarah that the only thing she had to do was tell her she didn’t want to be cuffed anymore, and she’d be a free girl once more.
Sarah looked at our mother as if she had just told a very bad joke. You could almost see in her eyes that she was thinking:”You HAVE to be kidding me; right? If Becky can stand this, so can I. It’s not that difficult.”

Adam came home from work that night, finding not one but both of his daughters cuffed and gagged. He became a bit sulky, when he realized he had to find a way to pay for twice as many diapers as he had planned for, not to mention buying restraints and gaggers for Sarah. But he just had to put up a brave face, and start planning.
“That’s what you get when you have three strong-willed girls at home, I guess!” he moaned. Thankfully, from his point of view, we both had a lot of footy pyjamas, at least. Then, Amanda dealt him or rather his wallet another, and perhaps bigger blow, when she said:
”I’ve realized I can’t take care of both of them. Not at once, at least. So we either have to hire someone, or only restrain one of them at a time“.
“By ‘we have to’ I guess you mean ‘I have to’. Right? Oh, well; is there anything else, I have to do?” he moaned again, this time almost teary-eyed.
“Mmm no, I don’t think so!” Amanda said giving her husband the sweetest smile she could muster.
As he left the room, we could hear him mutter something about “girls” and “expenses”.

The new helper, a 25 year old brunette called Sophie, arrived within a few days. At first she seemed a bit shy and nervous, but within a day or two, she became more confident at her task as mum’s helper. As it turned out, she was a natural at restraining limbs so they were secure, but not hurt. She and mum took turns watching us, and she soon became like a second mum to me and Sarah. She was there to uncuff and recuff us and help us put on and take off our snowsuits, and she always fed one of us, or sometimes both of us, at meal-times, sometimes even staying the night, when our parents wanted some ”alone time”.
Those nights, we were a bit “naughty” as she let us stay up well past our actual bedtime, and fed us soda, pop corn and crisps, till we could take no more, and let us watch any DVD we wanted! She even stayed in our bedroom after she had strapped us in our beds chatting about boys, clothes and whatever else we wanted to talk about. She was firm however, not letting us get away with (too much) naughtiness.
We soon learned where she drew the line. As a punishment for crossing it, and sanctioned by our parents, she would release the guilty party from her cuffs and gag, and let her wander around like that, until she had changed her mind. As you might imagine, we were very careful to not, intentionally, cross that line. But to be fair, she had very generous limits.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby cloud » Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:11 pm

Sounds like an expensive business, all of the new restraints and hiring a person ;)
Oh, a TUG! Do I have to play alone?
First Fictional Story (chapters 0-18): Moved Closer by Bondage

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Dec 18, 2012 3:02 am

Hallo, I wish I had such family. Now I wait for get-together form Clara, Becky and Sarah perhaps with a sleepover. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:20 am

One day Sophie took Sarah and me on a drive through town. We wore snowsuits; hers was bright pink, and mine was a solid red, with matching knitted, woolly hats, scarves and mittens: and we were cuffed with our hands in front of us, and our ankles were, as usual cuffed together. We were then gagged and blindfolded, and loaded onto the uncovered bed of her minivan. A heavy chain was wound a couple of times around our waists, and secured on either side of the bed.
Even though she drove fast she actually drove pretty smoothly, even though there were some incidents of hard braking and turning, which made at least me skid forward or from side to side until the chain caught me, and caught me hard at that. Judging by the sound coming from her, Sarah too was thrown around pretty badly.

The van suddenly made a sharp left turn, followed seconds later by an equally sharp right turn; it then slowed right down, before making a final right turn and coming to a halt. I could hear cars roaring past, people talking, and doors opening and closing nearby. She had driven us to the parking-lot of our local shopping mall! My parents would never be able to set foot there again! If they found out, that is.
She hopped onto the bed and unlocked the chain from the sides, and then used it as a towline, locking Sarah’s cuffs to one end of it, and mine were locked onto the middle, and Sophie grabbing the other end, and starting to pull. She helped us get down from the bed, and made us walk in a line through the doors of the mall.

The place seemed to be packed with people whispering comments about us, some more audible than others, and some quite rude even, to tell you the truth. As my sister and I only could take small steps, due to the shortness of the chain connecting out ankle-cuffs, we must have had a fairly decent crowd following our every step. People asked Sophie who we all were, and she told them our names. So now the mall was really a place to avoid! Thanks, Sophie!
She stopped at the little café in the middle of the mall, made us sit down and ordered a cup of café au lait, which she drank very slowly, and then another one. The two cups of coffee made her want to use the restroom, before we went back home. She towed us there and locked the chain to a rail outside the “ladies room”. I knew from experience we were still fully visible from there, but having spent an unknown amount of time there, and having been seen, and probably recognized, by an unknown amount of people already, this didn’t bother me at all. What did bother me however, was the fact that I too had to use the “ladies room”, but realized I had to wait until we got home.
When we eventually got home an hour later, Sophie took the gaggers out us and asked us what we had thought of our “little excursion”. I told her that, after having fought down the panic having set in when I realized where we were, I had enjoyed it, although the stay was a bit long.
That night, when we lay strapped to our beds, Sarah and I talked a bit about the day’s events, and both agreed that we’d probably like to do it again.

The next morning, as we were about to be dressed in our ankle-long, dark blue dresses, with masses of tulle petticoats by mum and Sarah, it hit us; today was the first day of school after the Christmas break! I started crying, and when mum asked me why, I told her I was sad because we had to go back to school, which meant we couldn’t be tied up or cuffed all day.
“Oh honey!” she said, and stroked me over the head. “Neither of you have to worry about that! We’ll cuff now as usual, and then Sophie will follow you to school, and take the cuffs off just before you enter the schoolyard. And then she’ll meet you after school and put them right back on! Would you like that?” Both Sarah and I smiled from ear to ear, and nodded.
Mum looked at us with an impish smile, and asked if any of us had a PE class today. When we said we hadn’t, she said:
“You know, we could keep you in diapers all day. That way you would need to come home during the lunch break, to get it changed. Then we could cuff you, feed you, and change your diapers before you go back to school.”
“Yea, that would be cool!” I said. “I’m pretty certain Clara does the same, except on days when we have PE.”
“Well, then it is settled!” Sarah said, as she tied off the white apron behind Sophie’s back. “Now, you have talked enough for today, Becky! Not another peep out of you until you’re in school! You hear?”
I looked down at my boots and nodded, but I was really glad all of my, all of both Sarah’s and my, problems had been so easily solved.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Dec 22, 2012 8:17 am

Hello, again a nice part. In school can Becky inform Clara what happened that home and invite to come over to her. Clara is in one subject not so good and Becky cane give her private lessons.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Dec 22, 2012 2:09 pm

boundfan46 wrote:cannot wait for more lasse,this is awsome

I'm afraid it might take a while, as I'm running low on inspiration for this story. I'll try to "refuel" as soon as possible. I promise.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Clara and I cont. Christmas

Postby Zandor » Wed Dec 26, 2012 3:35 am

Yo lasses have a friend of theirs walk in and join them in helping them do things
You are q immortal