1
It was a few days before Christmas. I was walking home from school, when I was approached by a man, middle-aged, (I guess), and kind of smart looking. He asked me, if I would like to earn some extra cash. He was throwing a party for some friends of his, and he wanted me to attend. He mentioned a hefty sum.
Not wanting to sound too eager, I said: “Well, I guess it would come in handyâ€. In my mind, I could see a lot of tables being weighed down with all kinds of food, and me eating and drinking it, till I could no more. Just the thought of it made me very hungry. Adding to that, all the things I could do and buy with that kind of money, and the juices really started flowing!
“Good,†he said. “The only thing is; the party is in one hour. You don’t have to worry about clothes; I’ve got plenty to spare at my place. I’ve got my car parked right around the corner, if you care to follow me.â€
At this point, every warning-bell, and –siren I had in my head, naturally should have started sounding, but all of them, unfortunately, were very quiet. I followed him to his car, a silver Rolls Royce no less, and we drove off.
When we arrived at his house; or should I say mansion, he directed me to a room and told me to put on the clothes laid out in there.
I looked at them; it was a bright red, long-sleeved leotard, with strips of soft, thick, snowy-white fur along the neck, bottom part of the sleeves, around the openings for the legs. There was a pair of bright red pantyhose laid out. All of it was in my size. Give or take a size or two.
My first reaction was “There is no way I’m putting these on!†But then I thought of all the money I’d earn, and put it on against my better knowledge. Thus clothed, I stepped out and found him waiting for me, just outside the door. He was holding some rope in his hands, and he told me to put my hands together in front of me, so he could tie them. Too stunned and shocked to protest, I did as he asked. He crossed my wrists and tied them together expertly. That was the last time, for long while, I could use them independently.
Then he tied a rope around my waist, looping it between my legs, tying it off snugly in the back. Then, he grabbed my bound hands and more or less dragged me to the dining-room. In there were three tables placed in a letter “Uâ€-shape, with a pole in the middle. He led me to the top of the “Uâ€, and led me to the pole. I was made to stand with my back against it, and he tied ropes around my feet, knees, waist and chest, below and above my budding breasts. He even attached a rope to the one going between my legs.
Now, my hands were tied to the pole, as far above my head as I could reach. In each of them, he taped a bunch of roses, (thorns still there) using clear tape.
He tied a final rope around my elbows, and put a rag in my mouth, tying it in place using a broad strip of the white fur.
Just as he was done tying me to the pole, the door-bell rang. He looked at me, smiled and said: “I hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere, anytime soon? Because, knowing my friends, this just might take a while. I doubt we’ll be done before midnight.†I started protesting vigorously, but all that came out were faint moaning sounds.
When he left to open the door, I started trying to free myself. I soon realized I couldn’t. I had been tied by a real expert.
When the door opened again, a couple of minutes later, five people appeared. Two ladies wearing long, flowing, light-coloured dresses, with lots of petticoats, were escorted in by three men (one of them being my captor) in black tuxedos. They all wore a plain masks and in total silence, they paired up and sat down at the tables. Suddenly, the doors opened again, and in came three girls, wearing very similar clothes to mine. They all had their hands cuffed in front of them. Their ankles were cuffed as well, and they were carrying heavy trays, overflowing with food. The only sounds during the rest of the night were my muted groans and cutlery being scraped over plates.
My captor sat facing me, all alone at the centre table. All through dinner, he stared intensely at me, and I couldn’t help but look back occasionally.
From where I was standing, I could see a clock hanging on the wall. To evade his looks as much as possible, I looked at it. I followed the minute hand around and around, as if mesmerized until, finally, he gave up.
Two hours later, as if on a sign, they all rose and went into another room. After the doors had closed, some of the girls, acting as waiting staff appeared and released me from the pole. I very nearly fainted from fatigue, as I collapsed into their arms. I had o be more or less carried to a room, where I immediately fell asleep, without even so much as a glance at the plate with two ham-and-cheese sandwiches and the small glass of milk, sitting on the table, next to the bed.
2
When I woke up the next morning, I discovered I, apparently, had a lot of thinking to do, because at first couldn’t figure out a number of things. Such as:
A why I was dressed the way I was,
B why I had puncture wounds all over the palms of my hands,
C why my arms were aching the way they were,
D why I had rope marks on some parts of my body,
E why my mouth tasted like wool,
F why I was dressed in a red leotard and red pantyhose
Gradually though, my memory began coming back. I remembered the evening I had spent tied to the pole, acting a living flower arrangement.
All of a sudden, the door swung open, and there he was, my captor/jailor. He was holding a pair of leg cuffs and hand cuffs. Imagine my surprise, when he actually asked me, if I would mind him putting them on me. What else could I say, except “Yeah, sure. Why not, it’s your house after all, isn’t it�
He bent down and clicked the ankle cuffs in place, and then the hands were cuffed behind my back. They were all quite heavy, so I found it very difficult to walk any faster than at a snails’ pace.
As the day wore on, I began wondering if I’d ever be allowed to go home. Sure, I was very well taken care of by the other girls. I somehow seemed to have some kind of special status among them.
Early that evening, I was dressed all in pearly white. I was taken back to the dining room. This time though, he had constructed kind of a huge sea shell, out of papier maché. I was, still hand- and ankle cuffed, dressed in something that looked (and smelled) like a fish’s tale. The only thing was; it ended just below my belly button! I soon realized this was going to be a very long, and very cold, night for me.
On my head, they put a long, blond, almost white, wig.
I was supported so I could, carefully, jump into position, and kneel in the middle of shell. As the night before, I was tied so I was facing the centre table. As my hands were already cuffed behind my back, all they had to do was fasten them the floor, using a thin chain. I was gagged with a scrunched up piece of cloth, held in place by something that looked as if there was water coming out of my mouth.
When it was time to eat, I noticed the guests were the same as the day before, and just as the night before, they ate their fish-courses in a nearly two hour long silence. The rest of the night, was almost a repeat performance of the night before, except this time, I ate the sandwiches. Tonight, tone had a tuna and the other on a mackerel spread on top. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what the following day might have in store for me.
3
Already early the next morning, I got my answer. One of the other girls helped me to get dressed in a musky green leotard and pantyhose. Then a foxes’ snout was placed over my nose and mouth, completely covering them. I could see, but that was about it.
I tried to say something, only to discover that the snout also served as a gag. My hands were cuffed in front of me, but my feet weren’t cuffed. Then, I was led outside. Green clothes and a foxes’ snout seemed a mismatch. But who am I to complain? I got the chance to breathe fresh air again, if only for a short while.
She led me to the edge of a smallish forest, and told the forest was teeming with hunters (using nothing more deadly than cameras), and to stay hidden for as long as possible.
There was a time limit, though. The search/hunt would only last three hours. After that, a buzzer, hidden in my clothes would go off, and I was to remain where I was. To find me after the three hours had passed, they also hid a homing device somewhere.
Let me tell you, it was the longest three hours of my life. I managed to stay out of all of the photographers’ viewfinders for the duration, but please don’t ask me how. I couldn’t tell you, even if I wanted.
When the three hours were up, I heard a buzzing sound, and felt high-frequency vibrations, between my legs. They weren’t painful, they just startled me. I sat right down and waited. They eventually found me, but by then, I was very frustrated. They had left the vibrator on, the whole time!
When I triumphantly returned, I was told it was time for me to go home. I was allowed to put my regular clothes on, and was driven back to, almost, the exact same spot, where I had been picked up.