Postby lasse672000 » Tue Nov 09, 2010 1:43 pm
After her recent adventures, her parents kept a close eye on her, so nothing more adventurous happened during the summer. But when school began after the brake, she one day got an e-mail from someone that had seen her performance a couple of months earlier. The person writing the mail wondered if she would be willing to make a repeat performance one weekend, and that this individual would be willing to pick her up where ever she wanted to be picked up. The only request this person had, was that she would be dressed the same way as in her performance. You’d think she’d think twice about such a thing, bearing in mind what had happened during the summer, but she happily sent a reply saying that she was willing to comply. In her mail, she also named where and when she would be waiting.
On the day in question, she dressed in a leotard and thick, pantyhose, on top of which she put on the same cream-coloured dress, or at least a dress looking very much like it and a light-blue ribbon around her waist and tied a bow in the back. She told her mother she was going out for a couple of hours and left, before her mother had a chance to ask her where, exactly, she was going. As it was still warmish, she didn’t bother taking a coat, much less a hat. She could see the car coming towards her so she raised her hand and signalled for it to stop. When it did, the door on the front-passengers’ side opened and she got in and a man told her to get in.
“Before we go any further,†she said, when she had gotten in “I want you to know that when I was taken away to do those performances last summer, I had my hands tied on the way to the house and I was gagged. Do you think you could do that to me before we leave?â€
“Sure,†the man said, “but I don’t know if I’ve got any rope with me in the car, though. Let me just check the glove-compartment!†After having rummaged through it for a while, he said:â€I’m sorry. I don’t seem to have any rope, but I have a pair of handcuffs, if that’s all right? And I think I have enough material so I can produce a decent gag.â€
‘Handcuffs, huh? Hm, what an interesting man!’ she thought. Aloud she said:â€That’ll have to do, for now. While you drive you can tell me a little bit about what you had planned for me.â€
“Let’s take this one step at a time. Do you want to be cuffed with your hands in front or behind you?â€
“Behind me, if you don’t mind.†she said. While he fastened the cuffs, she asked him about where she would be sleeping after the performance. He replied by asking her where she had been sleeping in that house. She told him, before he gagged her, that she had been sleeping in a small cell in the basement while she had been there. She wouldn’t mind doing that again, she added just before he tied the gag around her head.
“Alas,†he said in a theatrical voice, “I don’t have a basement, only an attic. I hope that will be satisfactory, young lady? Otherwise I had prepared a bedroom for you.â€
As she was already gagged, the only thing she could do, was shrug her shoulders. So, off they went. When they eventually stopped, they had arrived at a villa at the outskirts of town, in the same general direction as the house she had been in before. She was taken to a small second-floor bedroom, containing only a narrow bed and a wooden chair. He took the gag off of her and asked: “What do you think of this bedroom? Does it have your approval, madam?â€
“It does,†she replied with a graceful nod, as queenly as she could.
“Good,†he said. “Do you want me to take the cuffs off? So you can prepare for the show, I mean.â€
“There will be plenty of time for that. You can come in and take them off, just before I go on stage, so I can take the dress off. Then you can put them on again and take me down. Just as I’m about to perform, then you take them off again, as he did last summer. As you might remember, he led me into the room where I performed, with a rope tied around my waist. If you like, you can do that, as well. The only request I have is that if there is to be any more performances, you don’t use the handcuffs anymore. It’s not that they’re uncomfortable, it’s just that I’m more used to the feeling of the rope around my wrists. One more thing, he never untied my hands to let me eat or use the bathroom, so you’ll have to help me with those things. Furthermore he tied my hands in front of me when I was going to bed.â€
“Has anyone told you, that your choice of words is more suited for a much older lady than you? But your wish is my command, my lady!†With those words, he left her blushing. True to his word, he helped her with all those things, and when it was time for her to go on stage, he came in, unlocked the handcuffs and let her take off the dress before he tied her hands behind her back, tied a rope around her waist and lead her downstairs to do her performance. He turned out to be as good a magician, if not better, as the previous man. She sang more or less the same songs, and at the end of the performance, he once again tied her hands and led her back to her room.
On Sunday night, he drove her back to her house and dropped her off. When she came in, her parents greeted her and said: “We hear that you have been giving the same kind of performances again. We were wondering, when you would be giving them in front of our friends? We can give you the same kind of terms and treatment as the ones before us, if you want.â€
They agreed that she’d be performing at her own house, the following weekend. Her parents looked a bit shocked when she told them she wanted to have hands tied that whole weekend, and that she wanted to sleep tied up in the basement, but they finally agreed to that, too.
Needless to say, she did an equally good performance as the ones before. Her father though, was not the magician, but the man who kidnapped her the first time.
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