It was in the evening, a couple of days before Christmas. I went over to Clara’s because she, and therefore her parents, had invited me to go with them to their house in the country.
Like the last time I was there, I was gagged, my wrists were cuffed behind my back, and my ankles cuffed as soon as I came through the door. But as I now knew what to expect, I didn’t become terrified.
Rolf put my suitcases together with the rest of the luggage, with a dry remark about their heaviness:”Can’t girls ever go anywhere without taking half a ton of stuff along?” Tina just smiled and said, in a sugary-sweet voice:”No.” Then, turning to us, she continued:”We want to look our best, don’t we?” Both Clara and I nodded, and Rolf snorted:”That would be an impossible task for you three. None of you can look more beautiful than you already are, no matter how much junk you pack.”
“Mmm, I’m flattered.” Tina purred, putting a finger under his chin. “As I’m sure we all are.” Clara, however, looked as if her gag was the only thing preventing her from throwing up.
“OK, girls” Tina said, in a stern voice, “time for bed! You go ahead and I’ll be right behind you.”
She held up a largish shoulder-bag. “Is what you’re going to wear tonight and tomorrow in here, Becky?” I nodded.
We went into the Clara’s bedroom, and Tina followed closely behind. She helped us get diapered and dressed in our nightclothes. Then she called Rolf, so he could come and help her strap us in our beds.
We left early the next morning; if you ask me, way too early. The bags were first loaded into their Volvo station wagon. When they were loaded, there was no place for us to sit in the boot, however large it was, so we had to sit in the backseat. We once again had straps around our necks, which were attached to the rings in the back of the seat. As the rings were positioned as they were, we had to sit up very straight the whole trip. Rolf asked us, if we wanted to be blindfolded, and Clara when said yes, I didn’t want to look like a sissy, so I did too. Unfortunately, that meant I wouldn’t be able to look at the no doubt beautiful scenery, but I consoled myself with the knowledge, I could look at it on the way home.
The car stopped, the boot lid opened and I could hear the bags being carried inside. Every time Rolf came close to the car, I could hear mutter several not so nice words about the amount of snow. After having waited for a long while, there was a click, and Clara was brought out of the car, leaving me alone, which pushed my imagination into overdrive. Every sound I thought was terrifying!
Eventually though, Rolf came back and it was my turn to leave the car. As soon as I had, I wished I had been left where I was, though. It was bitterly cold, despite me having both pantyhose, a pair of men’s long johns, as well as an ankle long, woolly dress with multiple petticoats, and an ankle long down coat.
Inside the house, it wasn’t much warmer, either. My handcuffs were unlocked long enough, so I could stand with my back against some sort of square-shaped pillar, and have them re-applied behind it. Soon though, I heard the sound, and a very welcoming one at that, of a fire being lit. My blindfold was taken off, and I could see Clara standing cuffed to a pillar much like I was; only she had a chain, which supported her knees. She looked at me, and I could see she was smiling, even though the bottom half of her face was covered by the gag.
Rolf wound a chain around my knees, and locked it behind my pillar, so I too had the support I needed to stop my knees from buckling.
“Right,” he said, “I want you two to stand there while the house warms up, and Tina and I get things organized. It shouldn’t take that long, and then we can all have something to eat. OK?”
We nodded, and they set about putting the things they had brought away, and get the beds ready for tonight. We were released from the pillars about three hours later, and our hands were cuffed in front of us, so we could unpack our bags, which had been put on our beds, ourselves. In the bedroom, I noticed two high backed, wooden chairs, to which cuffs were attached, both on the armrests and to the front legs. Rolf, who had come to monitor our progress, confirmed my suspicions when he told me we were to sit in them, one hour before going to bed, and one hour before breakfast.
Almost the entire first day Tina and Rolf spent getting the place ready, so Clara and I spent our day cuffed to pillars, with only the occasional bathroom and food-break.
It wasn’t until late, that Tina found time to put the two of us in diapers and footy pyjamas, so Rolf could strap us in our beds.
I went to sleep with the sound of them getting the place ready for Christmas.