## The try-out

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jul 14, 2010 4:50 am

I might as well post this one, while I'm at it!
She called me and asked, or rather more or less commanded me, to come over to her place the morning of following day, which was a Saturday. She had received a box of things she was dying to try out, but she said she needed help. Me being her best friend, and a perfect gentleman (!) at that, would fit the bill perfectly, she said. Me being all of 15 years old, wasnâ€™t entirely sure what that â€œgentlemanâ€-part meant. Anyway, we agreed Iâ€™d be there at ten oâ€™clock, said good-bye and hung up.
So the following morning, there I was, Peter; 1 meter 70, a bit overweight, with blond crew-cut hair, at the home of Anna; 1 meter 40, slim, with dark hair down to the small of her back. Between us in the hallway stood an un-opened, un-marked, cardboard box, maybe 50 centimetres squared, so it was quite large.
â€œI think know whatâ€™s in it, but I wanted to wait to open it until you came,â€ she said, referring to the box.
â€œWell, here I am. Letâ€™s get on with it, shall we?â€ I said.
She bent down and tore the box open, with an impatient look on her face. The first thing that came in to view was some heavy duty hand-, elbow-, and ankle-cuffs, as well as cuffs for the knees. There was also a belt with handcuffs attached. To top it all off, there were an assortment of gagges and blindfolds, lying in a plastic bag in the bottom of the box.
â€œYESâ€ she screamed, clenching her fist, punching the air. â€œAt last, itâ€™s all here! Iâ€™ve been waiting for this stuff for ages! I canâ€™t wait to try it all out! Come on; first gag me with that ball-gag!â€ She pointed to a rubber-ball with a leather-strap going through it.
â€œIâ€™d better! Seeing as your mouthâ€™s going 100 miles an hour, weâ€™d better let it rest for a while. Now, open wide!â€ I said with a grin. She did and I shoved the ball deep into her mouth. Then I went behind her and buckled the straps. While I was there, I took the elbow-cuffs and put them on her. She moaned a bit, as her elbows nearly touched wearing them, but shook her head, when I asked if they were too tight. Then I took the hand-cuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. Again, she shook her head â€œnoâ€ when asked if it was too tight. â€œYouâ€™re enjoying this, arenâ€™t you?â€ I asked astonished. She looked me straight in the eyes and nodded vigorously.
Whazzzz up!.