Early yesterday morning, there was a knock on my door. Dazed, I looked at the clock by my bed. It said 5:30. “Who, in their right mind goes around knocking on peoples doors at this hour?†I thought. When I opened the door, I found it was my next-door neighbour along with her daughter.
“I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour!†she said, but didn’t sound at all sorry. “Although we don’t know each other that well, I didn’t know where else to turn. You see, my husband and I are going on a trip for a couple of days, and our daughter’s not invited. I was wondering; could you keep an eye on her, until we come back Sunday evening?â€
I took a closer look at the daughter. She was a 15 year-old blonde, dressed in a home-made dress that covered her from the neck to her feet, and the sleeves were long. It was made of a kind of thick, velvety material and had narrow, navy-blue and white vertical stripes. The upper part was very tight-fitting, but the skirt-part was voluminous. Instead of having buttons, it was laced in the back. All in all, it looked like the middle-ages crashing into the 1800’s. “Of course I can,†I said. “But why don’t we go inside and talk about it?â€
As they walked through the door, the mother explained: “It’s not only that we would like you to keep an eye on her; we’d like you to keep her hands tied up at all times, if you don’t mind? And maybe her feet and possibly even gagged, sometimes? I know it sounds weird, but, would you, please?†She handed me a couple of plastic bags. As I looked in one of them, it was filled with rope and gagging material. The other one, however, was filled with the same kind of clothes, as she was already wearing, from what I could tell.
I took one of the ropes out and motioned for the girl to come over and turn around. She did so and put her hands behind her for me to tie together. I did so, but kept the ends long enough for me to tie together in front of her. When I was done, she sat down in the chair next to mine. In all this time, she hadn’t said a word, but had stared at the floor and let her mother do the talking. She inspected my work on her daughter’s hands and gave me an appreciative look. “Good work!†she congratulated me. “It’s snug, however not too tight. She’s not getting out of that one in a hurry. Now, let’s see if you can gag her just as expertly?†Flattered by her words, I got up, went behind took two pieces of gagging material wadding one up. I went behind the daughter’s chair and put it in her mouth, wrapping the other one around her head several times, before knotting it off behind her head. When I was finished, she could only moan.
When her mother had inspected my handiwork, she said she was more than satisfied I was more than qualified to take care of he daughter.
Luckily I had a spare bedroom, complete with a four-poster bed, and we put both bags in there, before the mother left.
I unwrapped the girl’s head and took the gag out. But when I wanted to untie her hands, she said she didn’t want me to. Naturally, I was a bit confused by that, but she ended up having her hands tied behind her back, all day. Furthermore, she was gagged for the most part as well.
At night, when we sat down to watch some TV, I was even allowed to tie her ankles. The only time she had her hands free, was when I helped her out of her dress and into her green and blue onesie before bedtime.
She was specific about me tying her hands to the two upper posts of the bed, and he legs to the two lower ones. I threw a blanket over her and said good night, before turning in myself. It had been a long, interesting day!