I had arranged for us to meet, after she’d come home from her dance practice. I had told her not to change out of her dance wear. Luckily it was summer, so she wouldn’t get to cold on her way back, dressed as she was in a thin knee length, summer coat, a black, short sleeved leotard and sheer, white tights and runner shoes.
I put my hand in my trouser pocket just to make sure, I had the gear ready. She knew I was going to tie her up at some point, she just didn’t know when or where. She thought we were going to meet at her home, but I hid just outside the dance studio. The door opened and the girls (and boys) started to come out. There she was, one of the few that still wore their dance clothes. I recognized her because of her red hair, that was so long she actually could sit on it. Now it was held back with a rubber band, in a colour that really suited her red hair and pale skin. “Snap out of it!†I thought angrily. “You’re here to honour an agreement, not to gawk at girls!†The only downside was, she left in the company of some friends and I had to wait for them to part company. One thing I found peculiar, though, was that none of them had changed their clothes. They were all dressed the same way in leotards and tights with runner shoes on their feet.
I followed them for a while, until the parted company at a crossing. She went straight ahead while the others turned to the left. We were, by now, close to her home. I started walking a bit faster and caught up with her between two streetlights. I shoved my index finger in her back and hissed with my best `bad guy´ voice: “Do as your told and you won’t get hurt! Put your hands on your back!†She did as she was told. I quickly took out a piece of rope, two meters long. I folded it in half and started looping it around her wrists. Towards the end I changed direction and cinched it off in the middle, making sure she could not get at the knot to easily with her fingers. She now had her hands tied safely behind her back.
Then I took another piece of rope and put it around her waist, knotting it off in front. I then took the loose ends at put them between her legs, making a final knot around the middle of her already tied hands, so the harder she pulled on her hands, the more discomfort she would feel in the area between her legs. I then stuff gagged her and more or less dragged her towards her home. She had given me her keys earlier as her parents had gone away for the weekend and I was “babysitting“ her. We both felt it was unnecessary as she was fifteen years old.
Anyway! I opened the door and dragged her into the livingroom. I untied the rope that went between her legs and around her waist and pushed her down onto the chair that stood in the middle of the room. I had taken a car seat harness we had found in a box and fastened it to the chair. Now I quickly fastened the belt around her lap. Then came the straps over her shoulders and between her legs. I pulled the straps as tight as I could. She “Umphed†a bit as she still had her hands tied behind her back.
I took her shoes off, and I just couldn’t resist tickling her feet, rather mercilessly, for a while. After about five minutes of tickling I finally tied her knees and ankles together. I stood up and took out her gag, Then I asked if she was O.K. She said she was and I put the gag back. As by chance (Yea, right!) the chair was turned towards the TV and I put it on, turning it to a channel that showed cartoons and that she umphed that she wanted to watch. Then I went into the kitchen and made dinner. When it was ready, I went into the livingroom and freed her from that car seat harness, but I put her in another one in the kitchen before we ate. When she was secured at the table, I freed her hands and ungagged her, so she could eat.
She remained tied up, gagged, harnessed and in her dance clothes almost the whole time, until she went to bed that night, allowing only a few short bathroom brakes.
The next day I hadn’t planned to have her tied up, but some of her friends turned up, shortly after breakfast, dressed in dance leotards and tights. The sight of her friends dressed in that way, made her go in to her room and change, from the dress she had been wearing, into the dance clothes she had worn the night before. Then she walked over to me and whispered in my ear “Why don’t you tie us all up?†I whispered back, that the thought already had crossed my mind. I stood in front of them and made them stand on a line. Then I made them put their hands together in front of them and I tied them, making sure that the loose ends were knotted off at their backs, effectively pinning their hands to their crotches. Then I made them sit, back to back, on the floor and tied their waists together making four pairs of bound girls on the floor. Then I tied their feet together as well.
When I was done, I asked them if they were as comfortable as they could be and did they want to be gagged too? They all said “yes†and after a short while, I had myself eight bound and gagged dancers sitting on the floor.
They ended up being tied that way until lunch time. By then, they all indicated they had enough and I let them go. As they went out of the door, some of them said they actually wanted to do this again, soon.