Chapter 7 Polly's PastimePolly immediately stepped back and grabbed my arm. "Great! Let's go."
I stumbled, nearly falling, as she tugged my arm. "Hey wait." I said trying to recover my balance.
"Oh sorry." She slowed still moving toward the stairs.
Upon entering her room she pulled the black duffle from beneath her bed. I caught glimpses of various colors, black, purple, and pink while she rustled through the bag. She was deliberately trying to keep me from seeing inside so I could not identify anything. "What's in there?"
"Surprises." Polly grinned over her shoulder. "Ah this must be it." She extracted a white silk bag with a drawstring closure from the duffle and returned it beneath her bed. She pulled several silk scarves in various patterns and shades from the bag. Selecting one that was silver with a blue triangle pattern she moved behind my back and I felt her tying it near my wrists. Once done she nudged me toward the bed where she attached the other end to the bed post. Polly had connected the new scarf to my existing bonds and tied it high up on the bed post so I had to bend at the waist a bit to take the pressure off my shoulders. I could stand up straight if I wanted but my wrists were pulled higher up my back. "Ok, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." Polly darted out of the room.
I discovered if I crossed my wrists I could more comfortably stand straight but my hands were pulled higher up my back forcing my elbows to stick out. I tried to reach the knots but my searching fingers were incapable of finding any. Polly returned moments later gripping something shiny and red in her hand.
"Found some." She twirled the shiny red fabric around her finger.
"I have to ask? Is it wise to take those from your Mom?"
"We'll I don't have any like this and I doubt she'll even miss them since they were stuffed in a bottom drawer she rarely ever opens."
The mundane queries had allowed my mind to process what was about to happen. "Don't you think this is a little odd?" I asked.
Polly stopped and scrunched up her brow in confusion. "Odd? What do you mean?"
"You know what you are about to do."
Polly laughed at my inability to verbalize. "Oh you mean slowly remove your shorts and underwear and slide these silky little panties over your cute little bum?"
I closed my eyes and tried to think icy thoughts. "Yes." I whispered.
Polly shrugged, "I don't know, let me check?"
"Huh?" I asked snapping my eyes open.
Polly had her phone out and was running her fingers over the surface with practiced ease. "There we go."
"What? You asked somebody?"
"Yeah, I texted Kristy?"
I swallowed hard. "You texted Kristy what exactly?"
She held the phone up to my eyes.
"Hey girl, if you could, would you dress up Ollie in a pair of sexy panties?"
I laughed. "She likes Ollie?"
Polly shrugged. "Most girls think he's cute. I don't know if she would date him or not." She tossed the phone onto the bed. "Now where were we?"
She slithered up beside me and again pushed her hands down into the waist band of my shorts her hands passing beneath my boxers and over the tensed muscles of my buttocks. She continued downward slowly pulling everything down my legs. I looked down to see my shirt tenting outward over a prominent erection. "See you like the idea too." Polly giggled having noticed my new extremity.
"We'll he does." I nodded my head toward my waist. "But he is an idiot."
Polly snickered. "He has a mind of his own?"
"Oh, definitely."
She rubbed her hands down my legs slowly pulled on an ankle. My dignity demanded attention, I had to at least try and forestall the unusual trend this relationship was following. It was important to see what happened if I was less accommodating to her wishes. So I firmly kept my foot on the carpet. She waited a heartbeat and then slowly stood back up. "Are you going to be difficult?"
"Maybe." I said trying to look serious.
Polly stepped back and folded her arms beneath her breasts. Heavens above, she was beautiful standing there with a faux disappointed look on her face. She seemed to know that I was enjoying the view. She quickly turned and disappeared into her closet, she returned moments later and spread a shiny blue short sleeved leotard on the floor in front of me. Beside this she unfurled a pair of nude colored hosiery. "Since you want to be difficult you will have to wear this as well."
"If you can't get me in the red underwear," I hate saying the word 'panties'. "How do you figure you'll force me into a leotard, especially with my hands tied?"
Polly smirked and removed the scarf binding my hands to the tall post of her bed. She then passed this scarf through my legs and used it like a leash to lead me from her room. "Come along, Jack." If I did not keep pace things would get really uncomfortable.
She led me down the hall into a much larger room with plush white carpet and a similar sized bed which had shorter but more ornate posts at each corner. A large desk and chest of drawers lined one wall and a archway on the opposite led to a bathroom as large as my own bedroom. There was a television and a treadmill inside the bathroom with room to spare. Polly led me over to the nearest bed post and tied off the scarf with it still between my legs. If I did not stand on tiptoes the scarf would slip between my buttocks which was not a pleasant feeling.
"I'll just leave you here until my Mom get's home. If you were curious what it's like to wear thong, just rest back on your heels." Polly laughed and started toward the door.
I choked a bit, Polly's Mom was as intimidating as hell, and she was not afraid to be extremely hands on, so to speak. I would be in her bedroom half naked. "Ok, ok you win."
"Ask me."
"Please Polly, take me back to your room." I said with a whine coming into my voice.
"And?" Polly said her voice rising in impatience.
"And hurry?" I asked hopefully.
"Fine if you can't figure this out smart guy, I will just leave." Polly left the room.
"Wait, Polly." I yelled. "Please."
Polly's head stuck back into the room. "Last chance." She had the most irritating smirk on her face.
"Please take me back into your room and put the red underwear on me." I said my face growing ridiculously hot.
"And?" Polly said taking another step into the bedroom.
I sighed and mumbled a long sentence. I could not even understand it and it was coming from my own lips.
"I didn't catch that." Polly said placing her hands on her very lovely hips.
"And dress me in the leotard and tights," I said really fast.
Polly's face split into a wide grin. "Ok, if you really want me to."
My chin fell to my chest.
Polly untied the scarf and we returned to her room the same way we left. Polly whistled some kind of happy tune the whole way. I was soon standing with my back against her bed post with my wrists nestled into the small of my back. She tugged the shiny, too small wisp of silk up my legs. "There we go, nice and smooth." She said as she patted my crotch with her hand.
She grinned while I twitched at her touch She picked up the nude hosiery and rolled the nylon into her hands and knelt down at my feet. The tight material rose over my legs. There was a significant shine to the nude colored hosiery making my legs twinkle in the light of the bedroom.
"Ok, now for the leotard."
"Really? You can't get it on me with my arms tied." I said hoping she would stop.
"Raise your leg." She flicked her finger against my right leg, ignoring my comment.
I complied with the release of a long breath and seconds later she was pulling the garment over my waist and beneath my shirt. She then grabbed my cotton shirt, pulled it up over my head, and slid it down my arms. From the bag beneath the bed she grabbed something, I soon felt the cool touch of metal. There was a ratcheting sound and my left arm was attached firmly to the pole. "Try not to move, I don't want to pinch you."
"Right, don't move." Sarcasm, it's all I have left. My dignity is dead and buried.
Polly quickly untied the scarves from both my wrists and the pole which left my right arm completely free. My shirt slipped to the floor. I turned to the left and could see my left arm connected to the pole by a metal handcuff. The short sleeve of the leotard rose over my free arm followed by my shirt. I was surprised she put the cotton T-shirt back on. I assumed she wanted me totally exposed in the extremely feminine and humiliating clothing.
A few minutes later she had repeated the process with my left arm and then tugged my shirt down so that it mostly covered the leotard. My shorts were yanked into place before Polly tucked my boxers into one of her own drawers. "You don't need these anymore." She then released me from the pole after making sure my hands were still firmly scarved behind my back. "Let's go see what's on TV."
The walk down to the main floor of the house was a new experience. The nylons compressed my toes and reduced my grip with the floor. I was extra cautious walking down the stairs. Polly led me into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch while grabbing the remote control, I fell onto the plush leather and realized immediately that without my arms I would have difficulty standing up.
We watched some television or at least Polly did since she spent her time lazily moving her fingers across my spandex clad body. I couldn't tell you what was happening in on the screen since my eyes were screwed shut with pleasure.
"When do you have to go home?"
"I need to be home around ten." I responded.
"Let me get my phone and we'd better take off." She was back in moment carrying my shoes and her phone. "Hey check this out." She held the phone before my eyes.
I saw that Kristy had responded to her previous text.
"Damn straight, sister"
I just shook my head. "I wonder what Ollie would do if Kristy tried it?"
"Kristy is hot, I bet he'd be wearing panties." She touched my nose with her index finger. "Just like you."
I shook my head.
"We'd better go, it's past nine o'clock." She knelt down and began to put on my shoes and socks.
"Seriously?" I said with obvious irritation. "I have to go home wearing this?"
"It's way better than last time, your normal clothes cover it mostly." Polly smiled up at me from where she was putting my shoes on. She spent a few seconds rubbing her hands across my nylon-covered legs sending jolts of electric pleasure through my body. "My legs are pretty obvious."
"It's dark outside." Polly countered.
"Not inside my house." I said my voice rising a bit. "Please Polly."
"Nope, and make sure you keep my leotard and tights with your clothes, I may want them back."
I rolled my eyes. "Do you know what would happen if Mom or Dad caught me like this?"
"No, do you?" Polly responded with a look back over her shoulder.
I paused to think about it for a second, they would both require an explanation of course but I was not sure if they would be upset or amused. Dad would be happy I had a girlfriend, he was always teasing me about girls. Mom would... "No, I don't know, but that's what scares me."
Polly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips before helping off the couch. "I bet they would think it was cute. Just like me."
I followed Polly to her car and pointed out that compared with my experience in the green dress, this was much better, It would be hard for anyone to see what I had on unless they looked closely or saw my legs. We soon pulled into my driveway and Polly had me lean forward to remove the scarf binding my arms. "Ok, there you go. See you tomorrow." She kissed me on the cheek.
"You aren't going to text Kat to clear the way like last time."
"No, you are pretty well covered. Hop out, see you tomorrow."
I glared at her and remained sitting. She just smiled and waited patiently. I reached for the handle of the door and quickly reversed myself flinging my hands into her hair and behind her neck pulling her into a tight kiss. She flinched away at first and then slowly melted into the embrace. Several moments later I relaxed away from her. "I have waited for a long time to do that."
Polly was breathing heavy. "Wow. Just wow."
I opened the door and walked toward my house. I waved to Polly and then made a quick circuit of the house to make sure my parents were not in the kitchen. I then quickly entered the back door and shouted. "Mom... Dad... I'm home." And then sprinted up the stairs into my room and closed the door.
I had gotten my shirt and shorts off when Kat opened the door sticking her head in. She immediately started laughing. She closed the door behind her quickly. "Need some help?"
I dashed into my closet and pulled the door shut. "No, Kat."
"Man can I pick 'em." Kat said still giggling. "Any regrets yet?"
"No, not really. I just didn't expect this little quirk of her's when I dreamt of having a girlfriend."
Kat nodded. "Yeah, I bet."
"You are going to have to tell Mom and Dad soon. They are suspicious."
"Ok, I'll tell them tomorrow." I came out of the room and placed the leotard and tights in a rarely used drawer.