## Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Apr 10, 2013 5:13 am

It was a very hot summer’s day. 10 year old Sam was alone in the playground, sitting on a swing, just minding his own business, when suddenly the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen approached him.
She had her shoulder-long, blonde hair in two plaits, and she was wearing a short-sleeved, knee-length white cotton dress with strawberries all over it. The hem, neck and cuffs were laced, and she wore many lace petticoats. She had white lace ankle-socks and red sandals, and looked to be about his age.
He wore jeans, cut off just above the knees, a white t-shirt and sandals, but no socks. He had his dark brown hair crew cut, had freckles all over his face, and had glasses.
She walked right up to him and asked: “You’re Sam, aren’t you?”
“So what if I am? Who wants to know?” he replied rather grumpily, because although she was gorgeous, he just wanted to be alone with his feelings of being abandoned by all his friends, who had all gone away to wonderful, unknown places, to do wonderful, unknown things and left him in the boring old city, all alone all summer, ‘sigh, sob’.
“Oh, my; aren’t you the friendly type?” She gave him the kind of smile that could easily melt an iceberg in two seconds, and sat down in the swing next to his. “I’m Karen, by the way.”
Still pretending to be grumpy, but at the same time not forgetting his manors, he formally shook her hand.
Then, they just sat there, swinging gently to and fro, not saying anything.
They sat le that for a couple of minutes, until Karen gracefully jumped off her swing, and announced:” Come on! This is just about as exciting as watching the hair grow on your head. Wanna go and have some real fun, instead?”
“Sure,” he sighed, still longing for his lost comrades.
“Oh, do cheer up, will you!” Irritation had started to creep into her voice. She gave him a sly look:” I’m guessing,” she said, “your friends have all gone out of town and left you all alone. And you haven’t heard from them since school ended a couple of weeks ago. Am I right? “
“Yea, so what’ve you got to do with it?” Now he too was getting irritated.
“Mm, nothing,” she replied hesitantly. “It’s just that all my friends have gone out of town, and left me behind too. I just thought two lost and lonely souls could maybe find each other; somehow, somewhere?”
“Mm maybe; but not likely, I’d say. You see, I’m not into ‘girly stuff’ like playing with dolls, or doing my hair, or my nails like you and your girly friends most likely are. Shopping for clothes?” He shuddered.” The mere thought of it just gives me the creeps!”
She gave him a long, steady look. “Well, what do you know? The two lost and lonely souls found each other way quicker than even I could ever have imagined. You see, the things you just mentioned are my pet-hates too!”
“Oh, yea; then what do you like to do? When the other girls go shopping for clothes, I mean.”Against his will, Sam was getting intrigued. He suddenly wanted to know much more about this mysterious girl, who had stumbled into his life, out of the blue.
“I have my own, private, secret hide-away in the woods behind our house, that dad helped me build, where I can be alone, and amuse myself with the stuff I like to play with. I could take you there; if you want to?” she said, giving him another long, evaluating look.
He shrugged. “Sure,” he said. “It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do, right now!”
O.K; good!” Karen said, and they started walking, side by side.
Suddenly, she stopped and told him they had to turn left.
“What?” he asked, “You mean straight into the bushes?”
“Yea.” she replied. “It’s not so bad!” She turned and held the bushes aside, to let him pass.
“I see what you mean.” On the other side, the floor was relatively free from bushes.
They kept on walking for a few more minutes, until she stopped again.
“From here on,” she said, “you will have to be blindfolded.”
“Why?” Sam asked, suddenly suspicious.
“Well,” Karen replied, “I did say the place was secret, didn’t I; which automatically means, I’m the only person who knows where it is. Except for my dad, and he knows how to keep his mouth shut.”
“Yea, O.K,” Sam, who still thought it was a bit unnecessary, agreed, “whatever makes you happy!”
She tied a bandana over his eyes, grabbed his arms, and led him a bit further. When she stopped again, she told him they were at her secret place.
Then she continued: “Before I take your blindfold off, I have to cuff your hands, because I don’t want you messing with my stuff. But before I do that, I will put sweatbands on your wrists, to protect them.”
“Handcuffs?” he asked. “Where did you get those?”
“My dad is a police-officer, and he got some from work, that were old and were about to get thrown away. He also got some leg-irons. Now, I will first put wristbands on your arms to protect them, then hand- and leg-cuffs, and finally I will put some on myself, before taking your blindfold off. Don’t worry; I always cuff myself and whoever I take with me, whenever I’m here, and I keep the keys in a safe place, as he taught me.”
Sam felt her putting the bands on his wrists. Then she told him to put his hands together behind his back and he felt the hand-cuffs being closed around them. The fit wasn’t overly tight, just tight enough so he wouldn’t be able to just slip them off. Then she cuffed his ankles. He could hear her do the same thing to herself, before she took his blindfold off.
“TA-DAA!” she said. “What do you think of my hide-out?”
He looked around, and saw they were in a cave, dug into a hill. There were a couple of chairs standing around an old table, and in one corner there was a fire-place, the chimney sticking out through the wall. On one of the walls, there were a set of shelves. Half of them were occupied by books, the other half by many strange things, which he would have loved to have been able to investigate. On another wall, there was a clock.
“Mm, cosy!” he said. “Did your father excavate all this?”
“Well, no; the hole was already here,” she explained. “He just made it larger and safer for me to be here. He also made a door, so no one but me can get in, and so I can still be here when it’s cold.
But if you’ll excuse me, I know this was a short visit, but I actually don’t have time for you anymore! I’m going to have to blindfold you again, and take you back. You can keep the cuffs, if you want to.”
“Before you do, I don’t know where you live! If I want to come back here, I mean.” Sam said.
“Don’t worry; I’ll write down my phone number, and give it to you just before I leave you. Give me a call anytime you feel like coming back.”
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Zandor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:30 pm

More.
You are q immortal

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Plueschbabycd » Wed Apr 10, 2013 11:27 pm

Yes there should more, but if he get cluffs than he need also the key or should he only use it with her.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Apr 12, 2013 11:34 am

Sam called couple of days later, and he and Karen arranged to meet at the playground an hour later. He came there, dressed in another pair of cut-off jeans and a t-shirt, this one deep blue, and tennis socks and sandals. The day before, he had bought a pair of white-and-red striped wrist-bands, which he was also wearing. In a small plastic bag, he had the cuffs that Karen had given him, and a bandana to use as a blindfold.
She was also wearing clothes looking very similar to the ones she had worn when they first met, but this dress had small, faint blue and red flowers strewn all over it.
Sam stood by the swing-set waiting for her.
She walked up to him and, to his horror, gave him a light kiss on the cheek.
“Wanna go back to my hide-away?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” he beamed,” if it’s O.K with you? I’ve even bought my own bandana and wrist-bands!”
“O.K then; let’s go!” she said, as she started walking.
Having gone through the barrier of bushes, Sam stopped.
“What is it? Why have you stopped?” Karen asked.
“Aren’t you going to blindfold me?” Sam was surprised.
“Course I am, but not just yet.” Karen was getting a bit worried. She had counted on this guy being as easy to freak out, as the rest of the boys in the neighbourhood. Instead, he seemed to like it! “And I’m thinking about whether to handcuff you now, or after we get there.”
Sam’s eyes shone like lanterns. He had had this dream of being cuffed, hand and foot, for some time now, but hadn’t dared talk to his friends about it. But with Karen he was actually living his dream, and he didn’t even have to ask!
“How about,” he cautiously asked, “you hand-cuff AND blindfold me now? As far as I can remember, there are no big obstacles on the way, so you could even put the leg-cuffs on.”
“No, you’re right; there aren’t. Very well, then; put your hands behind your back, and close your eyes.”
He did, and heard the familiar sound of cuffs being opened, and felt them being closed around his wrists and ankles. He tried to bring his arms in front but found he couldn’t.
“Are the cuffs tight enough?” Karen asked.
“They are a bit, but not so much they hurt. I’ll let you know if it gets too uncomfortable.” he replied.
Then he felt the bandana being tied around his head, and tightly knotted off behind his head, and when he tried to open his eyes, he found he couldn’t.
‘Let’s see how he handles this!’ Karen thought, and took a handkerchief and a second bandana from one of her pockets.
She balled up the hanky and pushed it in between his lips. He made a startled “MMPH” -sound as she tightly tied the second bandana around his head, to prevent him from spitting it out.
She took a couple of steps back and looked at him.
“How’s this?” she asked. “Are you still comfortable?”
He nodded enthusiastically, and she could almost have sworn he was smiling.
“Right, O.K! Now I’m going to ask you a question, which you might think strange; do you trust me? More specifically: Do you trust me enough to let me lead you to my hide out, using only my voice?”
The nod, when it came, was more hesitant this time.
‘How is she going to guide me, using only her voice?’ Sam wondered.
“Good!” Karen said, in a voice that had suddenly become very authoritative. “Right; here’s what I want you to do: if and when I tell you to turn; you turn. If and when I tell you to stop, you stop; right then, right there, and not one or two steps later. Is that clear?”
Again, Sam nodded. Had he been able to, he would probably have replied” Yes, ma’m!”
She couldn’t resist it; she just had to ask: “Any questions?” to which there was only a moan for an answer.
“No?” she cheerfully said. “Well; then let’s go! Keep walking straight ahead, until I tell you otherwise.”
Slowly and tentatively at first, but with slowly growing confidence, he followed her instructions.
Much to his surprise, but also relief, he got safely to her hide out.
“See? That wasn’t so bad; was it?” she asked, still surprised by his willingness to do as she asked.
When she had taken off the blindfold and gag, she just had to ask:
”I know you wanted to be blindfolded and cuffed; but why didn’t you protest when I gagged you? Most, if not all, boys I know, would have?”
The simple answer was: “You told me to trust you; so I did!” Then he told her about his dream.
“Aha,” she said. “I see! So, you don’t mind me cuffing you, every time we meet?”
“Not if we’re going to this place, I don’t. I’d probably have second thoughts if we were to go anywhere else, though.”
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Zandor » Fri Apr 12, 2013 2:11 pm

More?
You are q immortal

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Apr 13, 2013 3:57 am

> Dann432432 wrote:More?

Maybe one or two, maybe more; who knows? I don't know yet.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by tedbangor » Sat Apr 13, 2013 5:09 am

THis is great in it's slow progression. Hope there is going to be a lot more

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Apr 13, 2013 6:17 am

Hallo, perhaps next time her father had some rakes, chains and hooks make in walls and ground of cave that look like dungeon. She can him also surprise him that say have stay over night wither in cave. He naturally chained to the cave blindfolded.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Apr 13, 2013 6:42 am

Dungeons and hooks in walls? Come on, Andrew! They're ten years old! I wouldn't be that sadistic.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by bigboobs » Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:12 am

No hooks or "rakes" (sic) for 10 year olds. at 18 maybe.
I'd love to spend the night in the dungeon naked and chained to the wall but I'd have big problems with anyone who thought that was appropriate for a 10 year old.
If he were just going to be kept hand cuffed, shackled and gagged he might enjoy it, or I think this is leading to him being led gagged and blindfolded to her home.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:59 am

> lasse672000 wrote:Dungeons and hooks in walls? Come on, Andrew! They're ten years old! I wouldn't be that sadistic.

Ok was perhaps bit to much. I only though he have all ready hand and foot cuffs a chain more would not so much. For him would make like adventure or challenge, nothing where not really could escape. Like a Pirate. Nice read first part it was for so fantastic that I wait on point that Karen transform in evil witch.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:21 am

Well, I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you, yet again, Andrew. She may have a mean streak to her, but she's not evil. She just likes to test boys, to see if they can cope with her idea of having fun, and if they can follow orders, which Sam apparently can.
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### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:24 am

> bigboobs wrote:If he were just going to be kept hand cuffed, shackled and gagged he might enjoy it, or I think this is leading to him being led gagged and blindfolded to her home.

Hm, not a bad idea, that. Or maybe she will be.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Suestruggles » Sat Apr 13, 2013 11:11 am

Then we find if Karen's Mum and dad have taught her these games.
Sue
Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Apr 13, 2013 12:10 pm

Hallo lasse672000, I never say what I thing is right. I see all as option and you as author can make a decision what come in story.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Zandor » Sat Apr 13, 2013 12:34 pm

> lasse672000 wrote:

> > Dann432432 wrote:More?

> Maybe one or two, maybe more; who knows? I don't know yet.

Its a epic story
You are q immortal

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:10 am

The simple answer was: “You told me to trust you; so I did!” Then he told her about his dream.
“Aha,” she said. “I see! So, you don’t mind me cuffing you, every time we meet?”
“Not if we’re going to this place, I don’t. I’d probably have second thoughts if we were to go anywhere else, though.”
“Speaking of which; do you have a secret place? I mean something like this one?” Karen suddenly asked.
Sam thought long and hard, because he suddenly found himself between a rock and a hard place. Of course he had a secret place, (doesn’t every boy?) but that was only for him and his closest friends, who of course were all boys. You couldn’t take a girl there; could you?
No, he concluded, she’d probably start rearranging everything in there the second she got there, so no one would be able to find anything when she had left.
On the other hand; she had shown him her secret place; hadn’t she? And she had done so within an hour of them meeting each other, and had even given him her phone-number, and told him to call her whenever he wanted to go back, hadn’t she; despite not knowing the first thing about him, except his name.
‘Ah, decisions, decisions!’ he thought. ’Whatever am I to do? Come on brain, step on it, will you! What’s happened? You’re usually so quick.’
Then, the proverbial light-bulb was turned on. ‘Ah, of course; how could I have been so stupid?’
“Of course I, or rather my friends and I, have. I could take you there, on one condition; you let me do to you, what you do to me before I get here.” he said; feeling rather pleased with himself.
“Mm, O.K. I’d love to see your secret place, and I’d go along with anything you say; promise.” Karen said.
“Good! I could give you my phone-number, and you could call me, when you’re ready.”
As soon as he got home that afternoon, he raided his piggy-bank, and went to the hard-ware store to buy some things, which he put in the cave the boys and he used as a hide out.
She called him a couple of days later to tell him she wanted to meet him, and they arranged to meet at the playground.
One of the last things he said was:” Don’t forget to put something on to protect your wrists.”
When she came, she was dressed in a white, knee-long, sleeveless lace-dress, as usual with multiple petticoats, red ankle-socks, and sandals.
He wore a pair of cut-off jeans and a short-sleeved denim shirt.
“Don’t you have anything but dresses to wear?” he asked.
“No, I don’t.” she replied. “I even have ankle-long ones, to wear in the winter. You see, I like the feeling of them moving around my legs when I walk. It’s a feeling you can’t get, wearing any kind of trousers.”
Sam raised his eye-brows, and shrugged:” O.K. Here’s the deal: I don’t have the same access to hand-cuffs as you do, so when we go to my hide out, I have to tie your hands together behind your back. That’s why I asked you to put something on, to protect you wrists. I hope that’s O.K with you?”
“Tie my hands together?” she asked, with a curious look in her eyes. “As in: ‘with a rope’?”
“Yes, of course with a rope!” he said, with just a hint of irritation in his voice. Was this girl thick? He took out a long coil of soft rope, which he had in a plastic bag.
She took it from him, and thoroughly inspected it before giving it back to him. “Oh,” she giggled, “this should be interesting. I’ve never had my hands tied together before!”
Sam walked behind her. “Well, it actually doesn’t feel all that different from being hand-cuffed. The only difference, really, is that your hands are much closer together. Here, let me show you.”
He grabbed her hands and crossed them, palms facing out, behind her back. Then he wound the rope a couple of times around her wrists, both horizontally and vertically, and tied the ends together, careful not to make it too tight.
He stood in front of her: “How’s that?” he asked.
She tried to bring her hands in front of her a couple of times, and when she failed, she looked at him and smiled. “That feels fantastic! You sure know how to make a girl feel secure. There is no way I can get out of this as easily as I thought I would!”
“And yet I’ve made sure you can get loose, whenever you want to. I put the knot within easy reach. Now; I think it would only be fair if I gag and blindfold you, since you do it to me every time we go to your hide out, and mine’s actually not that far from yours.”
“O.K; seems fair to me.” Karen said, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He put a handkerchief in her mouth and tied a bandana around her head to hold it in. Another bandana tied around her head, made sure she wouldn’t be able to see anything. He took a deep breath, grabbed her arm, and started walking.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Apr 14, 2013 5:13 am

That boy and girl have luck that both have cave. I could not remember to have such thing even no secret place.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Apr 14, 2013 7:02 am

He took a deep breath, grabbed her arm, and started walking.
As was the case on the way to her hide out, the path he chose through the woods wasn’t overly difficult to negotiate, even if you had your hands tied behind your back, and was blindfolded.
They soon arrived at his cave, which was a rather grandiose and somewhat misleading name for what basically was a hole, dug deep into a sandy hill. At its highest point, it was just high enough for an average-height ten-year old to stand straight, without scraping the roof. Thanks to lots of tree-roots stabilizing it, the hole was in no danger of collapsing. Along the walls were some wooden, untreated stools and a pile of rope.
He led her to the middle of the cave, took her blindfold off, and was about to also take the gag out, when she shook her head.
“You don’t want me to take the gag out?” She shook her head.
“O.K; and I suppose you still want to have your hands tied behind your back?” this time, she nodded.
She walked around the cave, inspecting it closely, but found it to be as empty, except for the stools and the pile, as it had first seemed.
She then walked over and, using her foot, started dragging one of them towards the middle. He came over, lifted it up, put it in the middle of the floor, and she neatly sat down. Then she put her feet closely together, and looked towards the pile, then back at her feet.
“What?” he asked. Then:”Oh, you want me to tie your feet together?”
She nodded, and seemed to give him a radiant smile.
He went over to the pile, took out four ropes, used one of them to tie her knees together, and the second to secure her feet to one of the legs of the stool. The third rope, he used to tie her thighs to the stool, and lastly, the fourth one to tie her elbows to the sides of her chest.
“Is this tight enough?” he asked. When she had tested the ropes and nodded, and he had made sure they didn’t hurt her, he took another stool and sat down by her side, close enough for their shoulders to touch.
She startled him a bit, by sighing and putting her head on his shoulder, but when he looked down at her and saw the gentle smile in her eyes, he let her keep it there.
‘This is actually quite nice! She’d probably do just about anything I tell her to.’ he thought, and put his arm around her waist.
‘I finally found my boy!’ she thought, overjoyed. ‘He’d probably do just about anything I tell him to.’
And at the same time, and without knowing it, they thought: ‘And he’s/she’s not at all afraid of being restrained, either! He/she is my kind of boy/girl!’
They continued seeing each other all through the summer, and when Sam’s friends returned in the fall, he tried to divide his time between them and Karen. However, there were times when the two collided, and when they did he always gave her priority.
Around mid-October, the weather turned chilly, and she started wearing long-sleeved, woolly, ankle-long dresses with multiple layers of petticoats, woolly pantyhose and thigh-high leather boots, as she said she did every year.
One other thing they started doing already that summer, was inviting each other over to spend the night. But first, they of course talked it over with their parents, and then the parents met and talked it over. It was agreed that they could sleep in the same bedroom, however with certain conditions attached.
The first thing Sam noticed was that there one day was an extra, collapsible, bed in his room, and when he went to bed that night his wrists, waist and ankles were strapped in a set of kid-sized bed-straps.
“This,” his dad told him, “is how you are going to spend the nights from now on, whether Karen’s here or not. I hope you don’t mind? And we’ve got an extra set, for when she comes over, so we can strap her to the guest-bed. As you know, we’ve talked it over, and her parents have done the same. But one thing that they told us made me a bit curious, though. Maybe you can tell me if I understood them right or not: I thought they told me she liked to have her hands cuffed? Is that right?”
“Yes, dad. You understood them correctly. And I like that, too. In fact, Karen’s got a set of hand- and wrist-cuffs, which she got from her father, who’s a police officer. She puts them on me every time I go there. And we both like being gagged and blindfolded.”
“And you actually like being cuffed and restrained?” He looked at his son, amazed. “You’re one strange kid; you know that, son?”
Sam looked up at his father and smiled:”Yes dad,” he said, “I know.”
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Sun Apr 14, 2013 11:58 am

“And you actually like being cuffed and restrained?” He looked at his son, amazed. “You’re one strange kid; you know that, son?”
Sam looked up at his father and smiled:”Yes dad,” he said, “I know.”
One week passed, before Sam had gathered enough courage to invite Karen to stay the night. That Friday, they went home from school together, Sam doing his best to ignore the more or less rude, but still friendly, comments his friends made about her being his girl-friend.
When they had gotten out of sight of the school, Karen took out two pairs of handcuffs from her dress-pocket, cuffed her hands in front of her, gave the other pair to Sam, and instructed him to do the same. He did and they continued walking.
They reached Sam’s house, and he expected her to give him the keys, so he could take his coat off. Instead she ran to his bedroom, and threw her school-bag on his bed, saying:” Come on! Let’s do some studying!”
“Yes, we will,” he replied, “but first, I’d like the keys to the cuffs so I can take them off, just long enough for me to take my coat off.”
“Oups, sorry!” she said, looking rather sheepish. Then she explained she had, temporarily, forgotten he wasn’t as warmly clothed as she.
“You see,” she went on, as she locked the cuffs back around his wrists, “I don’t really need any more clothes than the dresses and warm underwear I wear for most of the year, so I tend to forget other people have to.”
“It’s O.K.” Sam said, and they started studying in earnest.
At around 6.30, Sam’s mother put her head through the door and told them dinner was ready and on the table. Karen unlocked their cuffs, but then told him to cuff her hands behind her back.
When he wanted to know how she was supposed to eat with her hands behind her back, she calmly told him she had always been fed by one of her parents, so it had been a bit of a shock when she realized she would have to feed herself in school. After a couple of days, though, she had got the hang of it, but she still wanted to be fed, when she wasn’t in school.
“O.K, I see,” Sam said. “I’ll talk to mum and dad, to see if they’ll go along with that. If not; well, then you’ll just have to feed yourself, just like you do in school.”
However, much to Sam’s surprise, they went along with it without any questions. “When we talked to her parents, they told us about this, you see,” his father explained. “If, or rather when, you go to her house for a sleep-over, they’ll most likely do the same to you.”
”Cool!” Sam exclaimed. “I wanna try it tomorrow morning! May I; PLEASE?”
“You may, but you have to remember it has been a long time since we had to feed anyone, so we might take us some time to get up to speed.”
That night Sam, wearing a foot-less, royal blue onesie with yellow crowns, was the first one being strapped into his bed. He looked at Karen as she was led into the bedroom. She was wearing a baggy, white, wool night-gown, with small, pale pink flowers. She lay on her back, and Sam’s mother began fastening the strap around her waist, then the arms and finally the ankles, all the time making sure she made it snug, but not too tight. When Karen asked for a sleeping-mask she was told there were none.
“It’s O.K,” she said,” a bandana will do just as well.” Sam’s mother tied one around her head, knotting it off in front of her face. Then, she asked Sam if he wanted one, too.
When he said: “Yes, please,” she went and got a second one, and tied it around his head, as she had done with Karen.
Needless to say, the two kids were way too excited to fall asleep immediately and lay awake talking until the small hours of the night.
Just before finally drifting off to sleep, Sam thought: ‘Ah; this is life! And there will be more of it tomorrow!’
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by lasse672000 » Mon Apr 15, 2013 6:11 am

Just before finally drifting off to sleep, Sam thought: ‘Ah; this is life! And there will be more of it tomorrow!’
In the morning Sam’s mother fed Karen and his dad fed him breakfast, before letting them get dressed. Sam put on a pair of sweat-suit, which he almost always wore during the weekends, and Karen, with the help of Sam’s mum put on a pair of woolly pantyhose and a rather heavy-looking velvet dress. Then, she held out her hands so they could be cuffed, a duty which Sam was more than willing to perform. She also, from her over-night bag, took out another pair of cuffs, with a longer chain between them, and told him to lock them around her ankles. After Karen, in her turn, had put cuffs on him, they spent the day doing just about nothing, as could be expected on a weekend.
After she had left after dinner, Sam told his parents that from now on, he would like one of them to continue feeding him. They gave him a strange look, but agreed.
Another couple of months passed, and soon it was time for Christmas. On Christmas Eve Sam, wearing a suit and bow-tie and having his hands already cuffed behind his back, and his family were watching a cartoon on TV, when the door-bell rang. Sam’s father went and opened the door, and when he came back, he had Karen and her parents with him.
She was dressed in a long, red velvet cloak, with white edges, and underneath, a red, ankle-long velvet dress with a black leather-belt and white, fluffy edgings around the neck and cuffs, and as usual with several layers of petticoats. She wore black, thumb-less, leather mittens with similar edgings as the dress, and had her hands crossed and tied in front of her with a wide, green silk ribbon. In short; she looked very much like Ms. Santa Claus!
When her father took the cloak off, he could see she also was gagged, and that a long leather strap was fastened to the gag, so it worked as a leash.
He took the gag off and put it in a pocket on the cloak, and tied his daughters’ hands behind her back before they all sat down to eat Christmas dinner.
When they had eaten as much as they possibly could, and the kids had gaggers in their mouths and strapped behind their heads again, it was time to open the presents.
The kids got several new items for them to use in their TUG: s, such as several types of gaggers, handcuffs, leg-cuffs and belts with cuffs on the sides, all of them specially made, and kid/teen-age sized. Karen’s father explained they were called transport belts, and were used to transport violent prisoners. They could also be equipped with leg-cuffs, if there were fears of the prisoner trying to escape.
When she heard that, Sam’s mother frowned, and said she wanted a private word with him. They walked into another room, but Sam could clearly hear their conversation.
“Are you sure giving the kids those kinds of gifts is such a good idea?” he could hear her ask. “Won’t it only serve to feed their weird fantasies? I thought it was just a phase they went through, and that they would have forgotten it in a couple of months.”
“Yes, I’m sure, as long as you insist on keeping a spare set of keys, and no; I don’t think I’m feeding their fantasies. And I agree it’s just a phase they are going through, and they probably will have forgotten it in a couple of months’ time. I bet that by next summer, at the latest, both Karen and Sam will have grown tired of the game, and their interests will have moved on to something else. We just have to go along with their wishes; for now. The more obstacles we put in their way, the harder they will try to maintain Status Quo.”
They kept on talking a while longer, but had lowered their voices so he couldn’t hear more.
When they left, later that evening, Karen’s parents surprised her, by saying if she wanted to, she could stay at Sam’s until Boxing Day, and that Sam was welcome to spend New Year’s Eve, and day at their place.
That night, when they lay strapped to their beds, Sam asked Karen if she too had heard the conversation between their parents.
“Yes, I did; and it made me kind of angry. They are assuming we will grow tired of this? Well, let me tell you something; if my father thinks that, he’s got another thing coming. You mark my words!”
“Yea, that’s my girl!” Sam said. “Best TUG friends, forever.”
“Yea, forever!” Karen agreed.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Apr 15, 2013 7:42 am

Hallo lasse now I wait happened if the parents found that is nothing that go way because is sexual preference. Than parents only teach that better to keep it private.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: Sam's summer

Post by Zandor » Mon Apr 15, 2013 1:52 pm

I like it.
You are q immortal