Hurry

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:10 am

She was in such a hurry, she ran down the street. She was dressed in a pair of jeans she had cut the legs off just below the pockets, and a sleeveless top, that ended just below the rib cage, leaving her stomach bare. She wore a pair of light brown sandals, but no socks. She was on her way to his house, for some fun.

She skidded on to his drive way and kept her finger on the doorbell, until he opened the door. When he saw her, he laughed and asked where the fire was.
“I wanted to get here as fast as I could, so we could get started,” she panted.
“Well then, let’s not stand here talking. I’ve got some new toys I’d like to try on you. The first thing is a chair and it’s in there,” he said, pointing in the direction of the spare bedroom.
She nodded, stepped through the door and sat down. It was a plain wooden chair with a high back, and armrests. There were some straps bolted on to it.
She bent down and strapped her lower legs to the legs of the chair using the two sets of leather straps bolted to them. Then she strapped her waist and chest to the back of the chair, and put her arms on the armrests for him to strap into place. He first inspected her work, tightening the straps wherever needed. Then he strapped her arms down and, using sticky tape, put electrodes on her neck, arms above and below the elbows, stomach and sides, high up on the insides of her thighs, almost under the hem of her shorts, and on her lower legs and feet.

Then he gagged her, using a thick leather bar, which he buckled behind her head, and said: “Soon you will feel a trickling sensation. Let me know if it’s uncomfortable,” and sure enough, as soon as he had stopped talking she felt it, all over her body, starting from her stomach and sides, running all the way down to her feet. The sensation grew stronger until she started squealing and squirming in the chair. Then it suddenly stopped, only to return randomly for the best part of an hour, by which time she was panting as if she had been running the marathon.
He let her go from the chair, and asked: “What do you think? Is it something you’d like to try again?”
“Yes I would, but not for a while, please! I have to catch my breath first. How does it work, anyway?”
“It’s simple, really. It’s an electrical current with low amperage, only strong enough to cause you to jerk. As you’ve might have noticed, there are more electrodes built into the back of the chair. Would you like to have something to eat and drink?”
“Yes, please,” she said.
“You can use the little bathroom in the next room. There’s some clothes laid out on the bed in there. They’re for you, so you might as well put them on, while you’re in there. Just for a while, so I can see if they fit.”

Curious, she went into the next room. On the bed, a long-sleeved leotard and thick tights were laid out. The leotard wasn’t just one colour, but looked as if it had been caught up in an explosion in a paint factory, colour splodges representing every colour of the rainbow strewn all over it. The tights, though, were a solid, light grey colour.
When she came back after having used the bathroom, she picked the leotard up for inspection. It was a bit heavy and stiff, but she didn’t think much of it. She took off the clothes she thus far had been wearing, and put the other ones on, before joining him for something to eat.
“Before we begin,” he said, holding up a couple of long pieces of rope, “I think it’s best if I tie you up and feed you. It’s better to be safe than sorry. Don’t you think? New clothes and all, I mean.” he added, winking at her. He tied her hands quite firmly behind her back anchoring them to her sides using the other piece of rope, and sat down beside her. The reason being she was a sloppy eater, sometimes putting almost as much food and drink in her lap, as in her mouth. She was used to the treatment, though. She had her hands tied the same way at home during meal-times, too.

Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation from somewhere, shortly thereafter followed by several others. It felt like ants walking up and down her upper body, sometimes taking a detour between her legs and down to her feet. She somehow managed to finish her meal, and stood up. She looked up at him and noticed, for the first time, the broad grin on his face. As he had his hand in the pocket, she guessed he had some kind of remote.
“Can you feel it?” he asked.
“Yes, I can!” she answered.
“Good! Get your other clothes on and I’ll take you home.

He walked beside her all the way home, and she felt the random tingling all over her body all the way.
When she got home, she turned to him and said: "Thanks for a great few hours, dear brother of mine!"
Whazzzz up!.