At the mall. And beyond. MM/FF

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Apr 10, 2016 11:57 am

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.
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Re: At the mall. And beyond. MM/FF

Postby bandit666 » Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:34 pm

Interesting story so far I hope it will continue soon

Re: At the mall. And beyond. MM/FF

Postby xtc » Sun Apr 10, 2016 2:15 pm

Long time, no see.
Welcome back.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: At the mall. And beyond. MM/FF

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Apr 11, 2016 5:14 am

Thank you, xtc. I've have kind of a writing anxiety for a while, but now it's gone. I hope!
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Re: At the mall. And beyond. MM/FF

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Apr 18, 2016 4:45 am

Phil and Tom looked out the window of the shop at the struggling girl on the bench.
"You know," Tom remarked, "I kind of feel sorry for her. She has no idea what's going to happen, and probably feels quite exposed and vulnerable!"
"Perhaps," Phil replied, "but we've been talking about this for quite some time. She actually gave me the idea in the first place, so you don't have to feel too sorry. Besides, she'll have all the company she'll need: won't she?"
He looked over his shoulder towards Frida, who stood just a few steps behind them.
"Oups!" Tom suddenly said. "She's actually managed to undo one of the knots, and it looks like she's about to leave! Quick, let's continue with our plan!" The boys giggled as they left the shop, but Frida just sighed and rolled her eyes.

As they got closer, Natasha could see Frida was dressed like her, only her leotard, pantyhose and sneakers were red, and she was cuffed and gagged, just as Natasha. Only her cuffs and gag, although also being made of black leather, had intricate patterns sewn onto them using silver thread; something which actually made Natasha quite jealous. Why weren't hers as embellished?
"Well, wadda you know; I just happened to meet these two! How about we all window shop for a while? Just this street, end to end? Then we can decide if we want to either go to a café for a while, to their place, to ours, or go our separate ways."
Natasha looked at Frida, and both girls shrugged in unison, knowing the boys probably would do as they pleased, regardless. Besides; as the girls were gagged, they couldn't protest, whatever happened.
The boys grabbed the straps hanging from the girls cuffs and Tom declared he had seen something in a window a while back he wanted to take a closer look at, but he had forgotten where the shop was. So started a slow walk, up and down the High Street, past vast numbers of staring and commenting people, a couple of times.

Finally, Tom stopped outside the hardware store.
"Ah; there it is!" he declared, triumphantly. "Let's go inside so I can have a closer look!"
"Do you think they'll allow us to bring the girls?" Phil asked.
"No, probably not." Tom replied with a concerned look. "I know! Let's tie the straps to this lamp post." Before anyone had the chance to react, the girls were tied to the post like dogs, albeit without a collar.

As soon as the boys had left, Frida glanced at the knots and then at Natasha. It was perfectly clear she meant: "Come on, girl! I know you can get us out of this. I sure as hell can't!"
Her friend shrugged, and once again started trying to undo one of Phil special knots. She soon realized it had actually been Tom who had been tying both knots, and he WAS a scout, so he definitely knew how to tie a knot that would resist pretty much any attempt to undo it.
"GRAAAH!" she growled, frustrated, but stubbornly kept on trying, over and over again.

After a few minutes, they heard a voice that Natasha knew all too well; it belonged to Grandma Leone. And sure enough; it wasn't long before she and Grandpa Oscar stood there. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you'd see it), the boys emerged from the shop at that moment.
"Why are Nat and this girl", she waved her hand vaguely in Frida's direction, "dressed like that, gagged, handcuffed and tied to a lamp-post?"
Phil took a deep breath, and started explaining.
"Well, in Nats' case; it's because we've talked about it for a long time, and she has tried it several times at home in the back yard, so now we thought we'd test peoples' reactions when they saw her. So far it has been quite a mixed bag, but for the most part they have ignored it, or at least tried to."
Then Tom took over.
"It's much the same in Frida's case, only we haven't been doing it for long."
Grandma Leone looked at her husband, and there seemed to be some sort of silent communication between them, the kind you develop when you've been together for most of your lives.
Grandpa Oscar cleared his throat a couple of times before saying:
"We've got some things back home, that you probably would like. It's things we used on your father when he came to visit your mother, before we knew if we could trust him to be alone with our daughter or not, and way before they got married. Would you like to see them?"
Nat shrugged and Phil said: "O.K."
"Right. Well, then Frida and I'll say 'good bye' and go back home. I trust you'll give me a call, and tell me all about it later, won't you?"
"Cause I will!" Phil untied Nat's strap from the post, and they walked over to the parking lot, where Grandpa Oscar had parked his car.

When they got to their grandparents house, Nat was told to sit in a kitchen chair and her hands were re-cuffed behind the backrest.
"Would you like me to clean the gag? By now, it surely must be quite disgusting." Grandma asked.
"Oueff, poeeff." Nat mumbled.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Oscar went up to the loft, and came back a couple of minutes later carrying a cardboard box, which he placed in the middle of the table. When he had ripped the tape off and opened it, Nat and Phil could see it was filled almost to capacity with rope and things made of leather or fabric, but also chains and other metal objects.
"What is all this?" Phil and Nat asked in unison.
"Well," Grandpa started explaining, "we've kept all the things your father had to use when he came to visit." Phil took out a jumble of leather straps, blindfolds and gaggers, along with about a dozen small pad locks and keys. Grandpas eyes immediately widened.
"So; I did keep all of it, after all!" he whispered. He pointed at the jumble: "Those, my dear kids, are some of the most versatile items I have ever ordered, barred nothing. I'll show you!"
He started untangling the straps and locks, dividing them into a couple of separate groups.
"This", he pointed at one of the longest straps, "is obviously a waist belt. You can either attach two of these," he pointed at another group of smaller straps, "or the strap you used to lead Nat around, or all three. Or you can connect the small straps to each other, thus creating hand- or foot cuffs. Or you can use them to cuff your victim to a chair or a bed. The waist belt can also be put onto the longest strap, and you can lock it to the bed frame, preventing you victim from getting out of bed at night."

"Nice," Phil cooed, "can't wait till tonight, so I can strap you to your bed, sister dearest!"
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Re: At the mall. And beyond. MM/FF

Postby xtc » Mon Apr 18, 2016 5:02 am

I'm glad the writer's block has cleared.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: At the mall. And beyond. MM/FF

Postby civpl » Mon Apr 18, 2016 5:09 am

Great so far, I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with.