“I want you to do it, and I want you to do it; NOW!” Isabelle, who was 15 years old, and wearing a knee-length denim skirt, half red and half blue woolly pantyhose but no shoes, a white, long-sleeved, frilly blouse, and had red, frizzy hair and freckles more or less evenly spread out over her cheeks, crossed her arms in front of her, and stomped her foot like a little girl. She had a leather-belt buckled tightly around her waist and onto the back of it a chain was locked, the other end being locked to a small ring in the ceiling.
Her friend Ashton lay on his stomach on the bed, reading a book. He was 14 years old, wearing jeans, a black t-shirt with an “Iron Maiden” logo, also having red hair, but his being crew cut. He put the book down, and looked at her.
“Isn’t it enough I locked the chain to your belt?” he sighed.
“No, it isn’t,” she replied, using a tone of voice, which really asked him if he was daft or what. “And you know it! I said I wanted it all, and I really did mean all of it!”
“Oh, all RIGHT, I will!” Ashton said, in an irritated voice. He liked being with her, he really did, but sometimes she drove him mad. The thing he hated the most about her was that once she knew she wanted something, she thought that nothing could stop her from getting it.
He got off the bed, and went over to a plastic bag, hanging on the back of a chair. He put his hand into it and took out a solid, black rubber ball, with straps attached to it. He put the ball in her mouth and closed the straps behind the chain, preventing her from looking down. It was so large she couldn’t quite close her mouth.
“Right,” he said,” that ought to have solved the most urgent of my problems; your mouth running amok!” He thought for a minute her eyes were going to pop out of her head.
“But now, I’ve got another one!” he joked when she started waving her fists about.
He grabbed them, and crossed them behind her back. Holding the wrists firmly with one hand, he grabbed a long piece of rope from the bag and tied her hands snugly together, the knot being almost out of reach of her fingers. Job done, he went back to his book.
She tried to reach and undo the knot for a couple of minutes, but gave up. Instead, she started kicking about.
“Now, what?” he moaned.”Aren’t you satisfied yet?”
She gave him an angry look, shook her head and “MMMPH”: ed loudly several times.
“Very well, then!” he sighed, got off the bed, went down on his knees, and tied her ankles and knees together.
“How about now; is THIS to your satisfaction, ma’am?” She squirmed around and yanked at the ropes, before nodding and mumbling “mm,” through the gag.
“Good!” he said, sarcastically. “Would you mind terribly, ma’am, if I went back to reading my book now? Or is there something else I’ve forgotten?” She shook her head, and he lay back down on the bed, and went back to reading.
Thirty minutes later, he looked up. “You’re howling so much I just can’t concentrate. I’ve read the same page four times by now, but it still doesn’t make any sense!” He released her ankles, but not her knees, climbed onto a chair and unlocked the chain from the ring in the ceiling. He loosened the straps behind her head, to let the chain pass through but strapped them back together again, as soon as possible.
He led her into his brothers’ bed-room across the corridor, and made lie down on the bed, on her stomach. He tied her ankles back together again, bent her knees, and used the chain to prevent her from straightening the out again, unless the wrists were freed first.
“Comfy?” he asked, and she shook her head. “No? Good; that means you’ll try to get free, and not lie around relaxing!” He lifted her skirt up, gave her butt a couple of hard, yet playful whacks, and she yelped.
He again went back to reading, keeping the door between the two rooms open, so he could keep an eye on her.
After having finished the book, and noticing she wasn’t making much progress, he put it on the bedside table and went to her.
“You gave up a long time ago, didn’t you?” he asked, and she nodded. He gave her butt a couple of more hard whacks, but not even that seemed to make her more motivated to get free.
He looked at the clock on the wall. “Right,” he said,” let’s see if this doesn’t want to make you want to get free. My brother is due back home in about half an hour. Now, you have these options; you either get free before then, on your own, or I let him do his thing. A third option would be to ask me to set you free; but then you’d be my prisoner for the rest of the day, and you would have to tell my brother and my whole family, I managed to tie you up so good you couldn’t escape. I’m going to take that gag out now, and you can tell me your decision. And let me just point this out before you start protesting; I’ve had to do it in front of your family many times, and for far longer periods of time, so I’m considering this my ‘pay-back time’.”
To his astonishment she managed, quite easily and gracefully, to roll onto her side and then to her knees. Then, she just sat there, staring at the floor.
“Huh? I can’t believe you gave up so easily!” he remarked, astonished.
She shrugged, and he pushed her over on her side again, so he could unlock and remove the chain. He took the gag out, and the first thing she said, after getting the ability to move her jaw back again, really surprised him.
“Make it a full twenty-four hours, and you’ve got a deal!”