## What life is like for her

Post by lasse672000 » Tue Jul 09, 2013 1:04 am

Early one morning John watched his sister Jessica, as she had her wrists tied behind her back and being gagged with a handkerchief and a bandana by their father, before they went to school. She was dressed in her favourite, ¾ -sleeved, pink velvet leotard, and ballerina-shoes.
“I wonder what that’s like,” he said to himself, not realizing he did it loud enough for the others to hear him.
“What do you mean?” his father asked. “Do you want to know what it’s like wearing a leotard, or what it’s like having your hands tied together?”
“Well, a bit of both really,” John said, clearing his throat and feeling very embarrassed. “But mostly what it feels like being tied up.”
“I see,” his father snarled. “Well how about this; when you get back from school, I tie you up?” He finished buckling the belt, which held his beloved daughters’ arms pinned to her waist, and gave her a playful slap on the bum. “Off you go, or you’ll be late for school, both of you!”
“Yes, dad; see you later!” John said; grabbed the strap which hung from his sisters’ belt, and hurried out the door.
All day long John was absentminded and mostly giving way wrong answers all day long, because he just couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen after school.
As soon as his school-day was over, he raced to the girls’ holding-area, picked up his sister, and practically ran home, forcing her to do the same. He got really upset with her, every time she tripped on something and fell.
When their mother saw the state her daughter was in, mostly abrasions on knees and elbows, she got angry; but their father calmly said:
“Let’s deal with that after we’ve shown him how Jessica has to spend most of her days, and all of her nights, shall we? And if he likes it, well; then we’ll just have to figure out something else, won’t we; if he doesn’t, well then the problem is solved, don’t you think?
Let’s see; today is Tuesday. How about we keep this experiment of yours running until, oh, I don’t know, Thursday at roughly the same time? With the option thrown in for you to quit, whenever you like?”
“Sounds great, dad!” John beamed.
His father used the same rope he had used to tie his daughter’s wrists together and gagged him the same way, although using a clean handkerchief.
When Jessica protested and asked what she was supposed to use if she had to go out, he thought for a while, looked at his wife and wondered:
“Do you think they’re still up in the attic? I haven’t seen them since the day John was born.”
She looked at him, clearly wondering what he was talking about. Then, she suddenly seemed to understand.
“If no one has thrown them away, and I certainly haven’t, they ought to be in their boxes still. Do you want me to go and check?”
“Yes, please do; otherwise I think someone very dear to both our hearts will refuse, the next time she is supposed to go out!”
She came back, carrying two different sized boxes, both of them marked with big, bright-red letters: “Anette’s personal belongings. Do not touch! Failure to obey is punishable by death!”
“These are some of my old things. I refused to let rope, of any kind, touch my body when I was your age (please don’t ask me why, I’ve forgotten my reasons after all these years), so your grand-dad was forced to hire a blacksmith to custom-make these cuffs for me. Of course they’re much heavier than rope, but seeing as you’re not going to use them for long: I hope you don’t mind them not fitting you perfectly?”
“Of course I don’t!” Jessica looked expectantly at the boxes, as her mother opened them.
She turned to her husband and said:” Everything seems to be there and in surprisingly good nick, considering their age. Would you mind locking her into them, Jeff?” she asked her husband, who immediately did so.
From the smaller of the boxes, he took out something that looked like a leather-lined steel-ring, half of it being higher than the other. He put the higher end of the ring behind his daughters’ head, so the lower end covered her mouth, chin, and a good portion of her neck, which in turn meant she could no longer open her mouth, nor could she change the position of her head in any direction. When she tried to make a sound, she discovered it was virtually sound-proof as well.
From the bigger of the two boxes he, albeit with some difficulty, took out a pair of long wrist-cuffs, with two metal-bars holding them apart.
When he had put them on, locking her arms behind her back, they covered everything from her elbows to her wrists. He went back to the box, and took out something which looked like a belt, only it was a very wide one. When he had locked it around her waist, they could see it actually served at least three purposes; one, having somewhere to fasten the arm-cuffs; two, because it covered the hips it made walking hard and running impossible; and three, it gave the one leading somewhere to fasten the strap.
Then he looked in the eyes and told her to look up, if she was O.K, and could breathe all right, otherwise keep looking straight ahead. He could see her chest heaving a couple of times, before she turned her eyes towards the ceiling.
He patted her on her head. “Good girl” he said. “Do you think you can use this, instead of the ropes; for the time being I mean? If he wants to be tied when you are, maybe we can modify it to fit your face, and you can use it instead?” She looked up once again, and judging by the glow in her eyes, she had pretty much abandoned the idea of being tied up, in favour of being cuffed the way she was now.
Whazzzz up!.