Sanna and Rick

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Oct 06, 2016 12:35 pm

Rick silently crouched behind some bushes. He looked through pair of binoculars, but not at birds or wild animals. Instead he was intensively watching Sanna coming out from the house, dressed in only a pair of red flip-flops, her pink and red bathing suit, a wide straw hat, and a pair of huge sun glasses. She sat in the sunlounger, picked up a book and started reading.
"I'll give it five minutes, ten at the most, before I make my move." he smiled. "She won't know what hit her."
In fact, Sanna was very aware of where Rick was hiding, but she decided she'd wait and see what he'd do. In fact, she had a little surprise of her own.

The game had started, when Rick came to spend a couple of days with Sanna and her family. They soon realized they both had a taste for tie-up games, it was just that they hadn't been able to play them as much as they would had liked to before, as none of their friends liked them. They soon agreed on the rules, which were: they could do pretty much anything, as long as no one got hurt, at least not too much; minor scrapes and bruises were acceptable, anywhere except the bathroom, any time day or night, except when they ate, and with anything, as long as the prisoner could escape within a reasonable time frame. Since they started, she had only worn bathing suits or leotards, and little else. Rick on the other hand, had only worn tank tops and bathing trunks or shorts. Neither of them had worn socks all summer.

Sanna used the cover of her sun glasses to scan the area, and soon saw where Rick was hiding, and she pretended to get drowsy and fall asleep.
When Rick saw this, he picked up his bag, containing several feet of rope, cuffs, chains, blindfolds and gagging materials. He got to his feet and started slowly walking towards her, careful not to make any noise. He stood in front of her and took a deep breath, before slowly opening the bag, taking out a pair of handcuffs and a ball with a string running through the middle. Giving her virtually no time to react, he rammed the ball between her teeth, and slammed the cuffs on her wrists in front of her body. He forced her to her feet, and led her towards a small playhouse Sannas' father had built many years earlier. He opened the door and pushed her inside, made her sit on the floor in one corner and, using a long piece of rope, tied her ankles together, making very sure the knot was almost, but not totally, out of reach of her fingers.
"Right", he said as he got to his feet, "the key to the cuffs is at the bottom of the chest over there." He pointed at a large chest at the other end of the house. "You may start, as soon as I've closed the door. And remember; as always, the gag has to be the last thing you take off!" He threw the bag over his shoulder, slowly turned around and went out the door.

He leaned his head against the door for a couple of seconds, as he started thinking about all the fun they, or at least he, had had these past weeks. In the beginning, he had felt a bit awkward tying a girl, especially one as beautiful as Sanna, up, or being tied by her, but now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He looked through the window, and saw her trying to undo the knot.
"She hasn't done much progress." he observed, "I wonder why? The knot wasn't THAT hard! Oh, well; I might as well go back to the house. She knows I always come back if it takes too long. Besides, she'd get real mad if she realized I use to spy on her."
He started walking back towards the house, but didn't get very far. Suddenly, an arm was put around his neck, and he heard a woman's voice hissing in his ear:
"Where do you think you're going? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, boy; leaving a young girl alone, tied and helpless!"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. B!" Rick whimpered. "I won't ever do it again." Which was true, as he was going home later that day.
"Of course you will; next time!"
"Wha..." Rick stuttered. "Next time? What do you mean; 'next time'?"
"Stop it!" Mrs. B smiled. "You're starting to sound like broken record! Let me put it this way; There's always Christmas and New years; right? I think someone we both know would be devastated, if you didn't show up here for those. Don't you think so, too?"
"Mm; you're probably right."
"Of course I am! Now, I don't want my daughter to be left alone much longer, so you; start moving back!" Mrs. B put her hand on Rick's back, and shoved.

Sanna had almost managed to untie her ankles, when the door opened and Rick stumbled in, closely followed by her mother.
"Stop right there!" Mrs. B ordered. "You sit down beside her" she gave Rick a push so he fell, face first. He turned around and sat beside Sanna.
"No; I don't think so!" Mrs. B smiled. "You move to the other corner! That way you won't be able to help each other." She opened Ricks' bag, and took out a pair of handcuffs, and a long piece of rope. She cuffed his wrists together in front of him and tied his ankles, before retying Sanna.
"Right!" she said as she got to her feet again. "See you back at the house!"

A few hours later, Sanna looked out the window as Rick got in his parents car, now dressed in a white, floral patterned, sleeveless dress.
"There goes the best time I've had all summer!" she sighed.
"Is it him, or the game, you're referring to?" her mum asked.
Sanna turned around, and there were tears in her eyes. "Both, I suppose." she replied. "As far as I'm concerned, you couldn't have one without the other. They kind of go together from now on, in my mind."
Mum put hands on her daughters' shoulders, and looked her deep in the eyes.
"They kind of do; don't they?" she agreed. "So here's a suggestion: I could continue tying you up every once in a while. Obviously, it wouldn't be as often, and I probably wouldn't be as good as Rick who, clearly, is somewhat of an expert, but it would be the next best thing; wouldn't it?"
Sanna almost told her mother she didn't want to, but when she saw the eagerness in her face, she didn't have the heart to.
And so, the game continued.

From then on until Christmas, the following happened; as soon as Sanna woke up and saw a leotard on the chair next to the bed, instead of the clothes she had put there the night before, (which happened once a week at least, sometimes two or three) she knew she'd be turned into her mothers' hostage some time during the day or night, at least for a couple of hours. Or she could wake up to find her wrists, and sometimes her ankles too, had been tied to the bed frame. Then she knew she'd eventually be allowed out of bed, albeit with her hands now cuffed in front of her and still in her night gown, until her mother told her otherwise.
Last edited by lasse672000 on Sun Oct 09, 2016 12:18 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby Domination » Thu Oct 06, 2016 12:49 pm

Interesting.
Woah, don't mind if I do.

Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby xtc » Thu Oct 06, 2016 12:53 pm

Nice to hear from you again.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby arkane » Sat Oct 08, 2016 2:33 am

nice story. Is there a sequel?

Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 08, 2016 6:56 am

yes very nice. I would love read what happened on Christmas.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby lasse672000 » Mon Oct 10, 2016 7:35 am

'twas the day before Christmas, and Sanna and her parents had spent the best part of a week decorating the house. Now, they stood with their arms around each others' shoulders, admiring all their hard work.
"Oh mum; dad!" she breathed. "The house is beautiful, inside and out! I'm sure Rick'll like it, just as much as we do! Speaking of which; when's he coming?"
"He'll be here any minute now, so you'd best get ready!" Dad smiled
"I'll be as fast as I can!"
She ran to her room, where she practically tore off her bibbed denim skirt, and red shirt. The only piece of clothing she kept on, were her white ribbed wool pantyhose. She kicked off her slippers, which she almost always wore indoors. She grabbed the wine, velvet leotard from the bed and quickly put it on, before running back to the living-room.
Her father stood beside the tree in the middle of the room, holding long pieces of gold ribbons. She went over to him and sat down behind the tree so she couldn't be seen from the door, bent her legs so she almost rested her chin against her knees, and put her arms to her sides to let him turn her into an early Christmas gift. After having practiced this a couple of times, she knew it wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but it was the one which made her look like a parcel the most. He went to work, and after a couple of minutes had her completely immobilized, and covered in ribbons. He finished the ribbon tying of his daughter, with an elaborate knot, which he put on top of her head, in the process creating kind of a gag.
"It's a good thing you're so agile, sweetie. I know it still is rather uncomfortable, but you won't be like this for long, because I can hear his parents' car pulling up outside now. Just hang in there; I'm sure he'll appreciate the early gift!"

Rick looked out of the window of the car at the house, where he would be spending the best part of two weeks.
Unlike Sanna, he hadn't had anyone who could fulfil his dreams, so he was rather starved in that sense. His face lit up in the biggest of smiles, when he saw Mr. and Mrs. B opening the front door, and he threw the car door open, ran over to them and gave them both a big hug.
"My, my, my," Mrs. B moaned and held him at arms' length, "you must have grown at least half a meter since we saw you last summer! You've become quite a handsome young man!"
"Mm," Mr. B agreed, "You must be quite a ladies' man now; aren't you?"
Rick looked down at his green one piece snow suit and leather boots, embarrassed.
"No, not exactly," he murmured. "You see, Sanna's the only girl for me!"
Mrs. and Mr. B gave each other a look which Rick couldn't quite understand, before Mr. B grabbed his bag and carried into the house. He took his snow suit off, and was shown to his room, which was next to Sannas'.
As he didn't have much in the way of luggage, he had soon unpacked, and went on an tour of the house. He was stunned by the abundance of Christmas decorations, albeit very tastefully arranged, in all the rooms.
Lastly, he came into the living room, where Mrs. and Mr. B was sitting in a couple of brown leather arm-chairs in front of a roaring fire.
"Have you liked what you've seen so far, dear?" Mrs. B asked.
"Yes, very much! We've never decorated this much at home. Sure; a couple of mini-bulb strands and some garlands and some presents under the tree, but that's about it!"
"Speaking of which;" Mr. B said. "We've got one or you, that I think you ought to open right away. It's on the other side of the tree."

Sanna was getting quite desperate, mostly because of her position, which made breathing properly very hard. She tried to shout, but only had enough air in her lungs to whisper.
"I hope they'll get here soon!" she thought, and as if by magic the door opened and her parents walked in. To her dismay, they went straight over to the chairs in front of the fire place, and her father placed a couple of big logs inside and lit them.
He sat down and reached for his wife's hand, and they just sat there in complete silence, enjoying each others' company. They sat so for a very long time, while Sanna could hear Rick slowly walking from room to room. She had always liked living in a large house with lot of rooms, where you could hide, whenever you wanted to be alone, but right now she hated it for just that same reason. Eventually Rick found his way to the living room, and she breathed a sigh of relief; now she was finally to be rescued. But no; he just slowly walked around the tree, although she thought she could see, just for moment, his eyes getting a bit wider.

He turned around and saw a huge tree, almost touching the ceiling. He walked over to it, and saw her sitting there, but decided to play her a trick.
"It's a mighty fine tree you've got there!" she could hear him say, as he returned. What she of course couldn't know, was that he put his hands together in front of him, bowed and smiled.
"Aren't you going to open your present?" Mrs. B asked.
"Mm, I will; I'm just going to sit down and relax for a couple of minutes before I do. The journey here was actually quite tiring." he replied giving her a wink. Mrs. B smiled and nodded; she had understood.
Mr. B said: "I could get it out from under the tree, if you want to?"
"Yes, please!" Rick replied. "It looks quite heavy!" Mr. B formed an "O" with his mouth and almost exploded with laughter.
He fetched his trussed up daughter from under the tree, and put her in the middle of the floor.
"The packaging look quite nice." Rick thoughtfully remarked. "I've always loved red velvet combined with gold ribbons. It looks regal, somehow; don't you think? That bow is particularly nice."
"Mm, me too." Mr. B nodded, "And I hope you'll like what's inside."
"Oh, I'm sure I will!" Rick agreed. "I've got a feeling I'm going to have lots of fun, while I'm here." He started to slowly undo the bow, and before long Sanna was able to get to her feet and stretch her sore muscles.
"You took your sweet time!" she growled. "I was beginning to think you didn't see me, when you inspected the tree."
"Of course I did," Rick said, "but I thought I'd play you a trick. I'm sorry if I went a bit over board."
"It's O.K, but I'm not sure I want to see another piece of rope near me, for the rest of the day."
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Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby xtc » Mon Oct 10, 2016 7:46 am

What chance of that, I wonder?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Oct 10, 2016 11:43 am

Hello wait see rest of holidays would for both.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Oct 15, 2016 2:12 pm

December 24, and Rick woke quite early, but apparently not as early as Sanna who sat on the side of his bed, just looking at him. Startled, he tried to cover himself as his blanket seemed to have slipped down, but found he couldn't move his arms; or his legs either. for that matter. When he looked down, he saw that his wrists and ankles had been cuffed to the side of the bed.
"Merry Christmas!" she smiled.
"Merry Christmas to you to. Did you do this?" he asked.
"No actually; mum did." Sanna replied. "Your pyjama-overall is SO CUTE!" She purred like a kitten who's just had a bowl of milk all o herself and placed a hand on his tummy. He was wearing a red pyjama-overall with feet and a blue race car-decoration, and ribbed green cuffs and collar.
"Thank you." he replied, as politely as ever. "So is your night gown!"
She got up and stood in the middle of the room. She slowly turned around, so he could admire it. It was a pink, ankle length gown, with white flowers and frilly cuffs and collar, generously cut.
"Why; thank you! It's actually one of my favourites. I'm so glad you liked it!"
"You're welcome! Now; would you mind releasing me?"
"Of course. As soon as I've used the bathroom, and put on some clothes. It won't take long!"
When she returned, after quite a long time (or so it seemed to Rick, anyway), she released him, so he could get dressed, too.

They had just started eating breakfast, when Sannas' dad picked up a canvas bag he had hidden under the table the night before. He opened it and looked inside.
"Ho, ho, ho;" he laughed, "Santa wonders if you've been good kids this year?"
Sanna and Rick smiled and nodded.
"Oh, you have; have you? Well, then Santa will give you an early present each, provided you solemnly swear to use them!"
"We do!" they both promised.
He picked up two, rather flat, packs and gave one to Sanna and the other to Rick.
When they opened them, they contained what looked like sweaters, but when they lifted them they saw it was actually some kind of jackets, albeit made of canvas and reinforced with thick leather straps. The sleeves were abnormally long and ended, not in cuffs, but in a strap and a buckle.
"What are these?"Rick asked, flabbergasted.
"Those are straight-jackets; though not the kind magicians use when they perform their escape acts, but real ones I bought when an old mental institution had to close. Now; they might be a bit too big for you at the moment, but at the rate you two are growing, they'll soon fit as they should. Now; would you like to try them on?"
"Yes, please!" the kids answered, in chorus.
"Mm; thought you might!" Mr B. nodded. He and his wife held up the jackets so the kids could put them on.
"Remember; they close behind you!" Mr. B instructed, as he strapped his daughter in her jacket. "And you put your arms through the loop in front of your chest so the straps on the sleeves can be closed behind your backs. Last, but by no means least, we tighten the strap which goes between your legs. Remember; all the straps has to be tightened as much as possible, to prevent you from escaping. There; how's that feel?"
"Fine!" Sanna said, and Rick said:
"I wouldn't exactly say it would be comfortable wearing this for a whole day, but I'd be O.K for a couple of hours."
There you are then; we'll let you out just before lunch!" Mrs. B. smiled.

The kids spent most of the afternoon and evening tied to chairs in front of the T.V, the only breaks being visits to the bathroom, and dinner.
Before they went to bed, Rick asked Sanna if she thought they'd wake up tomorrow, finding themselves cuffed to their beds again.
"Maybe you will, and maybe you won't!", was the cryptic answer.

The Christmas holidays went by without anything happening, as there were always guests, and suddenly it was the last day of the year.
"Something just HAS to happen tonight!" Rick desperately thought. "I can't stand not being restrained one way or another, or seeing her unrestrained one more night! I know; I'll ask Mrs. B. if there will be any more guests tonight! If there won't be, I'll capture Sanna and tie her up on her bed, maybe even tickle her! I'd enjoy that, and I think she will too!"
However, he was disappointed to hear there would be someone coming over after dinner.
"Why do you ask?" Mrs. B wondered.
"It's just that I haven't had a chance to tie Sanna up, or her me, for so long, we're both starting to get withdrawal symptoms!"
"Oh, you poor kids!" Mrs. B lamented. "Tell you what; after dinner we can set some time off
before the guest arrives, so you can play the game. Is that O.K?"
"That would be GREAT!" Rick beamed. "But I won't tell Sanna!" he thought. "That'll be my secret!" Little did he know, the grown-ups had a surprise of their own, just for him.

Sanna sat in her favourite chair and watched her favourite soap when, suddenly, a rope was thrown over her head and knotted tightly off behind the back of the chair, and hands grabbed her wrists and forced them behind the back of the chair to be tied snugly together. Then, Rick appeared and bent down to tie her ankles together.
"Rick; STOP it!" she moaned. "The guest will arrive in just a few minutes and we don't have time for this!"
"Well; then you'll have to escape before then; won't you!" he grinned.
She had just started feeling around for the knot on the rope around her wrists when , out of the corner of her eyes, she could see her parents sneaking up behind Rick. Her father put a finger to his lips to keep her quiet, and they both pounced on Rick, trussing him up like the Christmas turkey they had eaten a couple of days before.

When he lay on the floor, wrists tied behind his back, ankles tied together and connected to the wrists, they turned their attention to her. But instead of helping her get free, her mother checked her bonds, retightening them wherever needed, before she sat down with her husband and turned on the TV.
"Aren't you forgetting something? There's a guest arriving shortly, and you wouldn't want him, or her, to find us like this; now, would you?" Rick snapped, but just then they heard the door bell ring.
"Ah, she's early!" Mr. B said, as he went to answer it. Sanna and Rick looked at each other, and started struggling to get free.

"They're in there!" they heard Mr. B say, as Sannas' parents entered.
"What the ---?" Mr. A, Ricks' father said, when he saw his son lying tied up on the floor. "Rick! Are you O.K?"
""Yes dad, I am!" his son replied.
"So; this is what you've been up to this week; is it?" his mother said.
"Yes mum, it is."
"M-hm! And I suppose you want us to help you get free; do you?"
"Yes, please!" Rick pitifully said.
"Well; tough! Oh; we'll help you, don't you worry about that; but not before we've packed your bags.

That night, he said "Good night!" to Sanna and her parents for the last time, and went into what he had started to think of as his room. His father stood beside his bed, holding a bundle of straps in his hands.
"Is this what you've been using in bed?"
"Yes, sir." Rick replied.
"And you'd like to continue using them, I suppose?"
If you had asked Rick where he found the courage to answer a he did at that moment, I'm not sure he would have been able to answer you. He said, loud and clear:
"Yes, sir!"
"Well, then get over here, boy," his father smiled, "and I'll grant you your wish!"

The next morning, Rick woke and found he had, once again, been cuffed to the bed, but this time, instead of Sanna, it was his mother who sat on the bed.
When his brain had started working, he saw she had his straightjacket in her hands.
"We thought you'd like to wear this, on the way back." she said.
"Sure; why not?" he replied, and they both smiled.
"Mum?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I'm so glad you and dad seem to be all right with all this!"
"With you being tied up from time to time, you mean? Of course, we are. and there's no reason you can't continue when we get home. You just tell one of us, and we'll gladly help you!"
"Thank you, mum!" Rick was relieved.
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Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Oct 16, 2016 7:21 am

When Sanna came home, she always shouted: "YOHOOO! I'm home!", when she opened the door. She wasn't expecting anyone to come and greet her, her parents usually being at work all day, but as it was something she had done ever since she was very young, it had become sort of a habit.
Today, she was dressed in a long-sleeved, tight fitting, grey dress, which barely covered what needed to be covered, and a pair of grey, wool pantyhose, and today someone did come and greet her. But it was someone she didn't know, though he looked vaguely familiar.
"Who are you?" she asked, but he only waved her into the living-room, instead of answering.
When she saw her parents standing in a corner, looking frightened, she too became real scared.
"Mum? Dad? You're scaring me! What's going on? Who is he? What does he want?" Sanna winced.
"We don't know." her father replied. "But you just do whatever he wants and you'll be fine, you'll see!" Somehow, Sanna didn't find that reply especially reassuring.

The intruder, still without having shown them any type of weapon, pushed her onto a chair, and produced pieces of rope from somewhere, which he gave to Sannas' mother, motioning her to tie her daughter to it.
She crossed Sannas' wrists behind the back of the chair and tied them snugly together. She then knelt in front of her daughter, and tied her knees and ankles to the legs. The last piece was used to snugly tie her chest to the back of the chair.
"Are you still O.K?" she asked, and when Sanna said she was, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The intruder went over and checked that the ropes were properly knotted off, and that Sanna wasn't easily able to get at them, before shoving a rag in her mouth, tying a scarf around her head to hold it in place.
He whispered something, and Mrs. B replied, in a miffed voice: "Of course I know what I'm doing! After all, I have been doing it for many years!" Then, she turned to her daughter, and said:
"This 'gentleman', or whatever you want to call him, want your father and me to go on a little trip, which shouldn't take more than an hour; two at the most. I've called my brother, Sylvester, over to keep an eye on you until we get back, but given him strict instructions not to cut you lose or take your gag away, unless there's a REAL emergency. Do you understand?" Sanna nodded.
"Good girl; I knew you would." Mrs. B smiled. Just then, the door bell rang, and Mr. B went to answer it.

Sylvester was a burly man with a sense of humour to match, and light red, curly hair. He came into the living room, and stopped.
"What have you done to my favourite niece?" he asked, horrified.
"As I explained on the phone," Mrs. B patiently said, "it'll only be for an hour or two. Don't touch her in any way until we get back, unless you absolutely have to! If he" she nodded towards the intruder "notice her bonds having been tampered with, I suspect we'll all be in a lot of trouble. So, please don't!"
"O.K; I promise!" Sylvester replied, and held up his hands.
Her parents kissed Sanna on the forehead, and whispered: "See you soon, love!"

When they had stepped into the car and closed the door, they all burst out laughing. "Did you see the look on her face, when I tied her to the chair?" Mrs B asked, when she had calmed down bit. "She was genuinely scared!"
"No wonder, given the circumstances." the intruder, who in fact was employed at Mr. and Mrs. B:s company, said. "Wouldn't you have been? Now, let's go and find her some nice presents for her birthday tomorrow. What has she said she'd like?"
"She hasn't said anything, really, Allan." Mr. B replied. "She knows we usually give her things she either wants or needs, or both. So, I guess the first stop will be the post office, to pick up some packages. After that; we follow our gut instinct!"

Sanna and Sylvester heard the car drive off. "I hope they won't be too long!" Sylvester sighed. "I've got some things of my own to take care of myself, before the shops close!"
Sitting there, it slowly dawned on Sanna, that it was her birthday tomorrow. What if all of this had anything to do with that? She would have burst out laughing, if her mouth hadn't been packed with the rag. This had to be their way of keeping her from finding out what they were up to! She just hoped they'd be quick, because she had preparations of her own to take care of.
"What are you grinning about?" her uncle asked. "Ah; you've figured out what they're up, haven't you?" When Sanna nodded, he added: "I hope you don't mind? " She shook her head. "Good! Now; would you mind me turning on the T.V?" Another head shake.

When her parents returned a couple of hours later, they found the two of them watching an old Laurel and Hardy comedy, Sylvester belly laughing.
"You're enjoying yourselves, I see? Have you missed us?" Mrs B commented. Both Sylvester and Sanna shook their heads. Allan went over and checked Sannas' bindings and gag, and found them to be untouched. "Still comfortable?" he asked, and Sanna nodded.
"Good! I'll be leaving you soon, and then your parents can set you free. But not before then! O.K?" Sanna nodded again.

The grown-ups, including Sylvester, went into the kitchen, but left the living room door open. Sanna could her them whispering, and paper being cut."They've seem to have bought quite a few things for me this year!" she thought.
"Right; I'll be off, then!" the intruder, or Allan, opened the front door. "Remember, don't let her loose, until you are sure I'm long gone!"
"No, sir; we won't!" Mr. B assured him, before he went to watch the rest of the film. She wasn't freed until dinner time.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Sanna and Rick

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Oct 16, 2016 7:56 am

Nice part. On this idea had my parents never come. On other hand, I probably also not that I want it. Have her parents send her to sleep tied up and possible blindfold?
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show