Chapter zero: Welcome to my life… (M/F and f/m)
Howdy… it's me Asrid. Welcome to my life! It's quite ordinary to be perfectly honest… I just woke up from my slumber in my room. It's like any teenager's room of my age which is eighteen by the way. I’m quite happy about it because shortly I’ll move out find a job and maybe settle down in New York were I dream of living since always! but that's not any soon since a thew things are keeping me in ''Woodshench'' our little town that we call home.
First thing: my sweet sweet mother. Her name is Suzanne she's thirty-four and still pretty hot… well… that's my friends tell me everyday it's a thing who replaced the casual ''yo mama jokes'' when I’m around. At least her beauty wasn't unnoticed by the other teen boys.
“- Yo Asrid! I tell you mate your mother… she's so hot! I could just kidnap her one day and then do unspeakable things to her!”
“- Then shut up about it already… do you know the signification of unspeakable?'' i would reply. But no matter how hard I tried I would always end up hearing the details about every fantasies of my friends that only had one goal now in life: not being a bunch virgins anymore. Great…
“- I Swear! One day I’ll get in her bedroom by climbing up her window she keeps open at night then slowly crawl to her bed where she would be sleeping with maybe some tape and rope and then: I hand gag her in her sleep tightly pushing my hand on her pink perfect lips before adding a piece of sticky white tape that I would apply with both of my thumbs sliding on her goddess cheeks. Then she would wake up scared and surprised as she would make a cute mumphing sound that I would enjoy to the end before she starts struggling in her blankets. As I grab her two thin arms and tie them with some rope quickly lacing her wrists tightly together securing it all with a strong double knot as she would then understand she is at my mercy!"
That's the things my buddy's would say about my mother Suzanne. However she was a really serious woman with a real time consuming job making her difficult to see at all except the weekends. To give you a physical description that won't make you go insane:
She's a black tall slim woman with I have to admit an amazing body… nothing more nothing less. She had two chocolate brow eyes that matched out with her skin a little freckles on her cheeks and short black straight hair. Her casual types of outfits were a tight blue jean most of the time to small for her that would make her butt curves show off a bit to much for me but hey… who am I to judge my own mother?
And then on top of it she would wear a random shirt and her favorite denim sleeveless jacket. She told me that back in time everyone would call her the ''African Gazelle'' but I just prefer ''mom'' for short. To finish it off some black leather boots with fur on it to keep her feets nice and cozy. By the way… to conclude why she is my number one reason of why I can't get out of Woodshench… she's overly protective towards me and still handcuffs me to her when we go to the park… yeah… it sucks.
Oh! and before I forget there's Another girl in the family that I love without limits but hate at the same time hate more than anything in this world. It's my little sister Clara. She's 14 and she can be too damn adorable one moment and then turn all evil and do weird things to you! Basic little sister stuff you know… she was mom's biggest accomplishment in life… yup more than lazy old me. Straight A's member of three clubs and leader of the martial art's club in her college so no one dared to mess with her… except me because I’m… me… Asrid.
Quite short like any girl of her age she had a pale skin like my father and some freckles on her cheeks too. Brown curly hair a serious look and super famous death stare from her dark brown eyes. She's a sweater and jeans girl like her brother. Pink Hollister hooded sweater with black jeans and pink converse shoes.
We kind of argued about not stealing each others style which was clearly mine to start with… and it ended into me tying her up in her own dressing closet so that she would time out and think about a new style… but In the end it didn't change a thing so I just lived with it. I don't get it though I helped her choose her clothes from the dressing as she was bound with some rope rolled tightly several times around her arms blocking them to her waists as for her hands I stuffed them into her favorite rainbow long fuzzy socks and had rolled more rope around her wrists. Maybe it was my fault as I couldn’t quite catch what she was saying because of her thick gag… I know It's dumb to ask questions to a gagged person but seriously! She yelled me for several minutes before I realized I HAD to shut her up. So I took some clean panties and stuffed it in her mouth as she almost bit me of fury before I would then take on of her shirts to make a cleave gag tying it around her face tightly securing it with a large knot on the back of the head. Honestly she was still pretty loud after that so I had to add three more shirts to make a thick enough OTM (over the mouth) gag. Sure it made the clothing selection a bit smaller but hey… It needed to be done. That's Clara… Energetic and unpredictable. I call her the '' annoying cutie-brat.''
You want to know more about me? How cute and nice of you! Ere… anyways! I compared to my sister am brown chocolate skin colored with black long hair and brown eyes. I’m not that buff or even athletic I mean I’ll be honest with all the jocks out there… I’m more about the brains than muscles. My mom knows that and harasses me with tons of studies everyday but that's okay I love to think. If you cross me around Town or anywhere in the world actually you will probably see me wearing a hooded sweater a black t shirt with something random on it with some black jeans and a brown belt. Also a fan of converse shoes they will always match my sweater and just to be sure one last little detail which is a golden chain around my neck with a smiling drama mask on it's edge. It helps me focus on the fact of being happy all the time and showing others that life is bright not dark. Oh and of course I have purple eyes… yeah normally they are brown too but I wear coloring contacts because I find it wicked awesome.
Oh… But trust me! It's not over yet! Like I said… my family isn't the only the first thing keeping me here in Woodshench.
Secondly: Like in any little town with less than a thousand habitats everyone knows each other more or less and there's a girl I fear more than anything In this world: Crystal Devin.
She's my sister's best friend and nuclear weapon against me! She's eighteen like me and already a deep down crazy Yandere. She loves me to the point of madness and want's to keep me to herself. I’m not even paranoid about her but this broad is the reason why I learnt to tie up girls in the first place! Well… if you putt aside everyone in this crazy place who doses it which is justified by the fact that one of the biggest businesses in this town is made from a kinky BDSM store called “Kinky and Sexy” Two streets away from my home… and oh wait! You haven't heard the worst about it: Crystal is the assistant manager since the shop belongs to her father that is as crazy as her… yeah I wonder how I sleep at night as well. I’ll tell you how! With an iron locker on my door. (Sigh…) but seriously though. What scares me the most is that she's always complaining about being a maiden without an ''official'' boyfriend and won't leave me alone since six months now. A rumor has it that when she was fourteen she would capture humiliate and torture boys that would bully girls. She's weird yeah… and now she's after me and won't let me leave town always finding a way to ruin my escape plans.
What doses she look like? Well she's actually a thin sized girl with long blond hair ending in a pony tail… green pretty emerald eyes pale perfect peachy smooth skin that smells like strawberry and leather which sucks because I hate both!! erm… yeah sorry. Around one meter sixty four she practically only wears or yoga outfits for class or mini-shorts and bikini's under expensive puffy rubber and nylon branded coats. Her nickname for me? (Brainless Incompetent Terrorizing Catastrophic Horror.) or B.I.T.C.H for short. Sometimes I think about all the money I could get by dating her but… that's just plain wrong and discussing since I really dislike her and… her dream in life? Put her hands in my pants… yup. that's so deep as a life goal. Brainless is a good definition for this girl.
So how was that for an introduction? Good? Bad? Meh… I’m sure you enjoyed it a bit… after all you can't start a story without presenting the main characters am I right? And now that I think about it… it's not quite ordinary to be honest. Welcome to my life!