## Nathalie F/f

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Jan 06, 2013 1:07 pm

13 year old Nathalie, dressed in a yellow and orange bathing-suit, put her hands on the edge of the pool, kicked her feet once and heaved herself out of the water. Her swim-coach Dessie, who also was her aunt, came over holding a big, white, extremely fluffy towel which she wrapped around her niece.
“That was great, hun!” she said, smiling warmly. “You mark my words; keep doing those lap-times, and you’ll one day end up on the Olympic team!”
“It’s kind of you to say so aunty, but we both know that’s impossible.” Nathalie unzipped the sheath, firmly holding her legs together. “For one thing: I don’t think they’d allow these things on such events. It would probably be thought of as an unfair advantage.”
Dessie looked, long and hard, at her protégée: “Yes, I suppose it would.” she agreed with a deep sigh. “Pity, though. It’s a great thing for practicing.”
Nathalie stood up, and folded the sheath neatly together, before walking back to the changing-room together with her aunt.
She blow-dried her waist-long, blonde hair, dried off her long, slim yet muscular body and put on a pair of woolly, pink pantyhose, and a green, long-sleeved velvet dress. The sleeves ended in pouches, as all her dresses not meant for school did, so her aunt had to help her zip it up in the back and put her boots, knitted scarf, hat and down-jacket on, before walking to the car.
One of the pouches had a D-ring attached to it, and the other a hook, so the first thing Dessie did before starting the car, was to fasten the girls’ seatbelt and then hook the pouches together again in front of her, before going round to the drivers’ seat and start the car.
Nathalie was living with her aunt, and had done so ever since her parents died a few years ago. The sheath-over-the-legs idea came to both of them, almost by accident, when Nathalie watched “Mermaid” clips on Youtube, and thought it would be interesting to try one and see if it would improve her swimming, which it probably had. Nowadays, Dessie made them herself, but always excluded the tail-part. It always had been in the way, anyway.
Where the inspiration for the dresses with pouches, D-rings and hooks came from, neither of them knew, but it was just possible it came from clips on Youtube as well. It seemed to just sort of come to Nathalie one day, ready and packaged, out of the blue, and Dessie readily agreed. Nathalie always had her hands hooked together when not in school, or when swimming, and her aunt didn’t object. She had even sewn together nice, warm knitted socks for her niece to wear, when they both watched TV at night, before going to bed.
All her bedtime clothes exclusively consisted of diapers and onesies and the bed had straps at wrist-, waist- and ankle-level, so Nathalie was always secured on her back in bed, and had a sleeping-mask put on over her eyes.
All of the things mentioned above had sort of crept into their lives, from some unknown place; one day it was Dessie who came up with an idea for Nathalie to try; the next day, maybe Nathalie herself came up with another. All ideas were of course tested, and most of them rejected, for one reason or another, but some had stuck, and was now part of their daily routine.
It was probably Nathalie (though none of them was really sure) who came up with the idea that Dessie would tie her to a chair whenever her aunt had to go out to shop for groceries; something which Nathalie really, truly hated.
So now, whenever a trip to the grocery-store was needed, Dessie told Nathalie to sit down in a wooden armchair, and tied her legs and knees to the legs of the chair. Then she wound a rope a couple of times around her nieces’ waist and the back of the chair, finishing the procedure by tying her elbows and wrists to the armrests.
She was never gagged, even though she wanted to be in the beginning, because her aunt said it would be too great of a risk. “Besides” she would continue, “there’s no one around who could hear you, is there? Look, I can gag you when I get back. How’s that, for a compromise?”
She would moan, but agree to it, and her aunt had never let her down yet.
Today, when she was tied to the chair, she started thinking about how it all had begun.
She had been sent to live with her aunt, (who was generally considered to be quite an odd character, to say the least) when her parents had failed to return from a business-trip abroad. She had pretty soon told her aunt that she hated anything and everything to do with shopping; unless it was for clothes.
“U-hum, I see.” aunt Dessie had calmly said. “Well: see, I don’t like people digging around in my stuff, when I’m not present! So you either come with me, or I’ll have to make sure you leave my things alone.”
“As coming with you isn’t an option for me, so I suppose you’ll have to stop me from digging around somehow.” Nathalie looked around, adding:” But I’m not so sure you’ve got anything worth stealing.”
“Haven’t got anything worth stealing?” Dessie said, upset. “Well, that does it, young lady! If you’re not coming with me, I’ll have to tie you to something, while I’m gone!”
“Yea you do that, if you’ve got the guts!” Nathalie challenged her aunt, who grabbed a nearby wooden arm-chair, pushed her into it and tied her elbows and wrists to the armrests. Then, she tied her niece’s knees and ankles to the legs of the chair and, just to be on the safe side, tied a rope around her waist and the back of the chair.
“Sure I’ve got the guts!” she established.
“OK!” Nathalie said, in a matter-of-fact voice. Then she proposed Dessie would tie her like that every time she needed to go to the store. A proposal she gladly agreed to. “There’s nothing worse than going to the store, with a sulky child!” she concluded.
As a matter of fact, Nathalie had already found she liked being tied to a chair, which she had been whenever the opportunity presented itself, whether Dessie was going to the store or not.
The diapers and straps in bed had actually been part Nathalie’s own idea, part Dessie’s, which Dessie had vetoed at the beginning, saying it was too risky, what if there was a fire, what if this happened, what if that happened, all the grown-up objections she could think of. But Nathalie had been persistent, and had won that battle, in the end.
“It only makes sense, you strapping me in bed at night.” And adding a rhetorical question: “You don’t want me wandering around when you’re not there during the day, because it might be dangerous, somehow. But you’re fine with it during the night, when it’s pitch-black? Where’s the logic in that?”
Mm, you got me there.” Dessie admitted. The next time she had been out shopping, she gave Nathalie a bundle of straps.
”Will these do?” she asked. Nathalie said they’d be perfect, and they were installed on her bed that very same night. The only condition Dessie had was that Nathalie would start wearing diapers; just in case.
Last edited by lasse672000 on Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:24 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Jan 06, 2013 2:26 pm

Nice part I wish I had such aunt, my parents would never do it.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Nathalie F/f

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Jan 06, 2013 2:32 pm

Nor would mine, that's for sure!
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Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Jan 07, 2013 2:48 am

Hallo you tell only not why she ware in night a sleep mask ? Chance she direct after school her special dress or aft she make her homework and exercise?
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

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Post by lasse672000 » Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:00 pm

After having slept strapped to the bed, and being diapered for the first time, aunt Dessie asked her niece if she liked it.
“Yes, actually I did.” Nathalie admitted. “I am a bit stiff, but that’ll disappear, once I start moving around, I suppose. But having said that; the light coming from the street made sleeping a bit difficult.”
“OK, I see. Tonight I’ll put a sleeping mask on over your eyes. That will block out most of, if not all light. By the way; I saw you had some long-sleeved dresses? I was thinking about our conversation earlier, about me not wanting you to touch any of my stuff? I’m going to sew some hooks and D-rings on some of them, so you can wear them at home.” Dessie told her, as she prepared to take the girls’ diaper off.
“OK, fine, whatever.” Nathalie indifferently said, adding: “Oh, aunty. Can’t you just put a new diaper on me? I like having one on!”
And from that day on, Nathalie was diapered all day and all night, and when she came home from school and had done her homework, she changed clothes and wore one of the modified dresses. On the weekends, she never again wore anything else.
One day, when Dessie helped her hook the sleeves together behind her back (she usually wore them that way) she said: I was surfing around, and saw some films with girls swimming around, wearing mermaid-tails. I thought they looked cool! Do you think it would be possible for you to make one for me? All it is; is a bathing-suit, and a tube of shiny fabric with a mono-tail attached to it. It looks cool; except for the actual tail. Without that, I could use it when swimming in the indoor swimming pool.”
“I suppose I could take a look.” She did, and realized it wouldn’t take much effort to make one. If she used stretch fabric she could make it really tight, and Nathalie could still move around when she had it on.
She took some measurements, bought the fabric and started sewing, and a new kind of swimming costume was born.
All this went through Nathalie’s head as she sat there.
“Nowadays, aunt Dessie unhooks my arms and ties me to this chair, whenever I want to. At first, she was reluctant to do so, but when she saw I liked it, she surrendered and let me have it my way. It’s funny; something forced on you can actually be turned into something that is enjoyable!”
When aunt Dessie returned home however, she wasn’t alone. Nathalie panicked big time, when she saw her aunt being accompanied by Mrs. Larsen, the villages’ No. 1 gossipmonger, who of course honed straight in on Nathalie as soon as she had come through the door.
She cleared her throat and asked, “Erm, Desiree? Mind if I ask you why that girl is tied to a chair?”
“Well Flora; that girl happens to be my niece Nathalie, and she’s tied to the chair because she likes it and I tie her to it, every time I go grocery-shopping. Girls her age generally hate going to the grocery store anyway, and you know how I loathe people rummaging around in my stuff, so this was the best solution, we both thought.” aunt Dessie explained.
“M-hm, I see.” Mrs. Larsen nodded, however looking very sceptical. “And why are her hands covered, and a hook and D-ring sewn on to the cuffs of her dress?”
“For the same reason, really; so she’d leave my stuff alone. I also put a diaper on her and strap her in bed at night, so she can’t wander around breaking things in the dark.”
“Erm, Mrs. Larsen?” Nathalie tried to explain, “That’s not entirely true.” That was as far as she got, before her aunt shoved a balled up handkerchief in he mouth, and tied it in place with a scarf.
“Children should never be heard, and seldom seen!” she haughtily said. Then, directed at Mrs. Larsen: “Would you like cup of coffee, Flora?”
“Yes, please.” Mrs. Larsen replied. You could see in her face she had plenty more questions for aunt Dessie to answer, and Nathalie realized she would remain in the chair for a very long, and very boring, time.
When they were finally alone two hours later, Dessie excused her behaviour by saying she had no choice. She had bumped in to Mrs. Larsen, who more or less had invited herself. “But I did a smart thing! I know that whenever you tell Flora to keep a secret, it’s out on the streets, not two minutes after you’ve shut your mouth. So that’s why I didn’t say anything. That’s usually the best way to keep a secret, when she’s around.” She explained, as she released Nathalie from the chair, and hooked her wrists together behind her back.
The secret might not have hit the streets, but the following week Mrs. Larsen was back, this time escorted by her own niece, Claudette and her parents.
Claudette was around 15, with crew-cut hair, dyed black. She was dressed in a pair of very tight black jeans, and a black t-shirt, with the picture of a white kitten on it, and she seemed bored with life.
“Now, Desiree,” Mrs. Larsen said, as soon as they come through the door, “I want you to show my son and his family, what you have done to keep young Nathalie here happy!”
“Hello! Nice to see you too, Flora! Please, come in!” Dessie reprimanded. “Of course I can show you everything once again. I can even use some of it on Nathalie, so you can see how things work. Would you like that?”
“Yes! Yes, of course they would. Why else would we be here?” Mrs. Larsen impatiently said.
“That woman really is the mother of all harpies!” Nathalie thought, as she was forced to twist and turn, so that the others could see her dress, and the hook and D-ring the sleeves, and inspect the gag in her mouth, up close. Then, she was tied in the arm-chair, and aunt Dessie helped her get undressed, take the gag out, and put the onesie on.
When Claudette saw the thick diaper, she winced: “Do I really have to wear diapers and onesies? It makes me look like a baby!”
“If you behave like one, you might as well be dressed as one!” Seth, her father snapped. “Is she diapered all the time, Desiree?”
“Yes she is; day and night.” aunt Dessie said. “Get in bed, Nathalie, so we can show them what else I do.” Nathalie obeyed, and was strapped to the bed, and the sleeping mask put on, as if it was night. When she was done, Claudette and her parents inspected all the straps.
“She’s not going anywhere, anytime soon; is she?” Seth noted, as he tugged hard on the straps.
“I sure hope not!” Dessie answered, with a little laugh, as she pulled the cover up under Nathalie’s chin.
“Well, it’s settled then!” Seth sighed with relief. “Could you tell me where you get all the stuff from?”
Why don’t we call them right away, so you can place an emergency express-order? That way, you can have all the things you want at your home by tomorrow; Monday at the very latest!”
“Have all of you gone completely BONKERS at the same time?” Claudette yelled. “I refuse to be treated that way! There is ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NO WAY, you can force me!”
“We’ll see, hun; we’ll see!” her father calmly said, as they left the room, with Nathalie still strapped to the bed.
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Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:35 pm

Nice part and poor Claudette, I hope she learn to love. Perhaps Claudette parents cam new idea because she punish her daughter by wearing gag over long time even outside for that give special ski mask other for hands out could new coat fur lime leather with sleeves in pocket. The coat could even Claudette idea, because like have fur lime leather that new fashion but her parents think that she not need. Tell them would way keep hand out way she would accepted. She know her parents would like hide that fact with hands public.
The coat give her parents a point make to wear ear muffs that absorb sound because child don´t need hear everything that adult talks. She do it because she know that Claudette is like her aunt, keep nothing what she hear and don´t want form her. She keep only things her parents secret because her parents tell she wound than that other girls full truth, and she have to ware diapers she want keep secret in ever way. Her parents told that thy had medical certificates that prove she need it. That could fake Claudette believe them, because she know parents act like she say. The new things would show Nathalie on next visit bey them. That surprise for her aunt let wear on drive the sleep mask.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

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Post by lasse672000 » Thu Jan 10, 2013 1:08 pm

“Thanks a lot, Nats!” Claudette dryly said, in school a couple of weeks later. She had come over to Nathalie during lunch break in school. “Now I’m forced by my parents to wear diapers all the time, and my hands are hooked together just like yours, whenever I’m not in school! On top of which, I’m forced to wear dresses to hide the diapers; and I hate wearing dresses!”
Nathalie looked closer at her. “But you like having your hands hooked together don’t you? I can see in your face you do.” She cautiously asked.
“Hands tied together? Fine.” Claudette threw her hands in the air. “Feet tied together? No problem. Strapped in bed at night? Sure, why not? Gaggers or blindfolds? Yea, bring ’em on. All that I can live with; it’s all the other stuff I just can’t stand.” Claudette moaned. “Look, why don’t you come after school, and I’ll show you?”
“Sure!” Nathalie agreed.
When they arrived at Claudette’s home, they were asked by Mrs. Larsen if they needed changing, which they both did.
Afterwards she dressed her daughter in a converted dress, and hooked her hands together behind her back.
“I’m sorry I can’t do the same for you” she said to Nathalie, “but would it be all right if I used a piece of rope, and tied your hands together behind your back, instead?”
“Course it is.” Nathalie said. “My aunt Dessie actually does it quite often. In fact, you can tie them together quite snugly, and I’ll let you know if it gets too snug. So go right ahead and don’t worry.”
OK, thanks!” Mrs. Larsen said, with a relieved smile. She took a rope, placed Nathalie’s hands palm-to-palm, wound it around them, first horizontally, then vertically a few times, before knotting it off in between, safely out of reach of any fingers trying to reach it. She also tied a rope around the girl’s waist, to hold the wrists in place, tying it off in front of her.
“How’s that?” she asked. Nathalie wiggled her hands around, trying to find any weak spots in the tie, but to her surprise, she found none.
“Have you done this before?” she asked, but Mrs. Larsen just shook her head, smiled and called it beginners luck.
“Claudette never lets me tie her hands. She always uses the ring and hook.”
The girls walked into Claudette’s room, and she asked Nathalie to look in her closet, and tell her if she thought there were any unusual items in there.
Nathalie looked, but only saw the usual stuff you find in just about any girl’s closet; dresses, blouses, skirts, that sort of things. On some shelves along the side and on the floor of the closet, were several big bags of thick diapers, plastic pants and extra straps for the bed. In a clear-plastic box on one shelf, labelled “For the mouth”, lay several gaggers of different types, anything from ball-gags to simple strips of cloth, to use either as actual stuffing, or to hold the stuffing in place. There were even a couple of rolls of silver duct tape, and a pair of hand-cuffs and a pair of ankle-cuffs.
“Um no; I can’t see anything out of the ordinary.” she said.
“If you look real close, you might find there is something missing there, something that was very dear to me; namely pants! There is not a single pair of jeans, or trousers of any kind, in there anymore! I used to be famous for my jeans. Oh, well, they’re history now I suppose. But there are some things in there I WILL give you credit for introducing me to, especially the cuffs and the various kinds of straps.”
Nathalie stayed another hour or so. When she left, Mrs. Larsen put a long cape, almost a cloak over her shoulders, so she could walk home, still with her hands tied behind her back, and no one would notice.
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Post by Plueschbabycd » Thu Jan 10, 2013 2:51 pm

Hallo lasse nice next part I will see what come next.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show