The fancy-dress party

Postby lasse672000 » Wed May 27, 2009 5:49 am

One day, one of our classmates said she was going to have fancy-dress party at her home the following Saturday evening. She asked us if we would like to come? We said “Sure!”
When we came home that afternoon, my sister said she would like to go as a prisoner. That way she could use handcuffs, and no one had a reason to ask any questions. She asked me if I wanted to be her guard? I said I did and we went to ask our mother, if she could make us costumes. She said she wouldn’t have the time, but why didn’t we go and rent the costumes, at our local fancy-dress store?

The following Friday, we went to the store, and found what we were looking for. They also had a belt with handcuffs on either side of the buckle, which went along with the prisoner’s jumpsuit. The shopkeeper told us that it was called a “transporter belt” and was used when prisoners had to be moved from prison to prison. We also rented a guard uniform for me, and we promised that we would have all of the things back by Sunday.
When we came home, we tried the costumes on. They fit perfectly.

When Saturday came, we got dressed in our outfits and I put the transporter belt on my sister. I also ball gagged her and took a pair of handcuffs, to use when we got there. I told her, it was because I wanted her to be quiet. After that we went and sat in the car and our mother drove us there.

When we got there, we caused quite a stir. I realised my sister from the belt, and put it in a plastic bag, we had brought along. Then I told her to face me and I put the handcuffs on her. Some of the kids asked if they were real handcuffs. I said they were and put the keys in my pocket.
We saw that, apart from the other kids from our class, our “hostess” had invited some other kids that she knew. There were a couple more “prisoners”, but my sister was the only one girl prisoner and none of the others were wearing cuffs and a gag. None of the grown ups that were there, said anything. After all, it was a fancy-dress party!

She stayed in the cuffs all through the party. The only time I had to take them off, was when she had to go to the bathroom. We danced with different partners all night and ate (I had to take the gag off for that but not the cuffs. I put it back on when she was finished.) and had a generally good time.

When it was time for us to leave, I took the handcuffs off, and put her back in the transport belt. Our mother drove us back home and asked us if we had had a good time. My sister nodded with an amused look in her eyes, and I said “yes”.

That night, when we were both cuffed and in our beds, we talked a while about the party.
“Did you see the look on their faces?” my sister asked with a chuckle.
“Yes, I did. Our teacher didn’t know what to do or say, when she saw you dressed and cuffed like that. Promise me one thing. The next time there is a fancy-dress party, I want to go as a prisoner, dressed up like you were. And then you can be the guard.”
“OK,” she said. “I can’t wait.”
And with that we, both fell asleep.

We returned the costumes as promised and the shopkeeper asked us if we had had a good time?
We said, with a smile, that we had.
Whazzzz up!.