My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:55 pm

In the wake of my Girl Detectives in Trouble tale "The Darius Allen Detective Club: Boyfriend Trouble," http://watertown.fr.yuku.com/topic/1571/The-Darius-Allen-Detective-Club-Boyfriend-Trouble#.UbgHKefii70, one of my characters, Paula Ryan, finds herself exploring strange new feelings related to her false abduction by her boyfriend Richie Dwight, who was anxious to scare her off her amateur sleuthing in the midst of what turned out to be a very dangerous mystery. Shy, literate Paula being Paula, she works through her feelings and the steps she took to resolve them in her diary, addressed to her fictional friend Sally in...

My Dear Sally Diary
--Paula Deborah Ryan


by Mister Mistoffelees

Dear Sally,
Now that the whole ugly mess with our detective club’s first case is over, I feel like I can breathe again! Well, at least I can breathe a little more than I could while everything was so disastrous, but you know what I mean about that. I still can’t believe what Kellie did with Cora, nor that they’re still involved with each other! I can’t believe that I’ve known Kellie for all my life and did not see that she was capable of “being with” another girl! I can’t quite look at her the same ever since all that happened with her and Cora Peabody; I can’t help but wonder if Kellie looks at me the same way she looks at Cora! She says it’s different with me, but I’m not sure if that’s so. Not that I’m accusing Kellie of lying, but maybe she wants to think it’s different with me so she doesn’t destroy our friendship. I can’t say what I’d do if Kellie actually did want to be with me like she is with Cora, and I don’t think I want to know! I still value our friendship, but I don’t know if it could survive something like that. It’s just as well that she keeps to Cora, even though I know that hurts Leslie Morgan badly. But if one thinks about it, Leslie also has another lover in Jimmy Housely, and I do suspect that they’re actually sleeping together, so it seems only fair to me that Cora has someone else to be with as well. It’s just strange that it’s Kellie! Kellie says she doesn’t know why she fell so badly for Cora, and I certainly don’t either, but I hope they’re both happy. I know how hard it is for Kellie to find happiness, and if it’s with Cora, then that’s all right. I just worry so much what will happen when her family finds out about them, for I know they’re all so very homophobic and would be very angry at Kellie if they knew she was with Cora, especially if they knew how intense their relationship is. It’s strange to me, but like I said, if it makes Kellie happy I’m all for it.

And speaking of strange…I know I’ve written to you before about this feeling I’ve been having, Sally, but I still can’t work it out in my mind! You know what I mean, of course; the feelings I had when I was tied up! The first time, when it was Chandler Hetrick and his friends who abducted Kellie and me, that was simply terror, of course, fear of being hurt. It was the same the second time, when I didn’t know it was Richie (xxxooo! <3!) who had “kidnapped” me, but then when I saw it was him, my feelings changed so very abruptly! Even after that third time, when the thieves abducted me after the dance and the mall, I still think about how I felt when I realized that Richie had kidnapped me. Maybe it’s because I could feel his desire for me (yay!), but that feeling of helplessness sitting there in front of him all tied up is more powerful than either of the other incidents, which still frighten me. I try to be rational about it, but no matter how much I try, I still come back to the same thing.

Yes, Sally, I know it’s crazy, but it’s true. I want to be tied up again! No, not by a real kidnapper, but by Richie. I want to know again what it felt like to be helpless beneath his gaze and his hands, to know he could touch me any way he wanted to (and that I want him to, heaven help me!) and I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to! But how does one go about asking for that? I try to think about how to bring it up in a way that won’t embarrass him or (even worse!) disgust him, and I don’t want him to think I’m cheap or perverted, but I can’t help it! I want my Richie to tie me up and make me his prisoner again!
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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Oct 28, 2011 10:39 pm

You never cease to tell an exciting story sir.
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My Dear Sally Diary, Entry 2

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Nov 03, 2011 2:09 pm

Shane, thanks for the compliment! I try my best!...and now, an increasingly-frustrated Paula tries to take matters into her own hands, so to speak...
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Dear Sally,
This whole thing about getting tied up is getting very much out of hand! I am so lucky I didn’t get caught! If Mom or Dad had found me, I think they would have had me sent to Allenbrook House! Of course, considering how strange my feelings have been lately, I might have gotten aroused at being put in a straitjacket!

How bad is it? I was watching another of those inane police shows that Mom and Dad so love to watch, and when the woman who was the criminal was captured and handcuffed, I felt my stomach flip-flop, and I know my face was so red I could feel it! Suddenly, I wanted to be that woman, and have my wrists pinioned behind my back in a way I can’t escape! I went to bed shortly after, and I dreamt that Richie was a policeman, and he arrested me and put me in handcuffs like the actress in the TV show, with my hands behind my back, and then all of a sudden he was kissing me with my hands still cuffed, and when I woke up—well, you know I had to change my sheets, don’t you, Sally? I’m going crazy thinking these thoughts about being tied up or handcuffed, but at least it’s becoming more clear what I want. In every case, it’s about having my hands bound behind my back, with my front defenseless for my dear Richie. Then, when Mom and Dad went out to the market this afternoon, I knew I had to do something about it. I still can’t ask Richie to tie me up like he did before, but I decided I could try to maybe relieve my feelings by trying to tie my own hands. I looked up the information on the internet under the term “self-bondage,” which in itself almost instantly aroused me! I can’t say the same for some of the pictures, which just looked simply dirty to me, but I did find a few tips on how to tie oneself up reasonably well, or so I hoped.

I found some old rope in Dad’s workshop one day, and I secretly took a length of it to use on myself. I wrapped it up in the way one of the websites suggested, with a sort of slip knot which would allow me to tighten the rope once I got it around my wrists. I waited until Mom and Dad were out of the house for a good ten minutes, then I started. At first I thought about being totally naked while I did it, but changed my mind and stayed in my bra and panties. I guess my body-image problems really haven’t let up, have they, Sally? I know my family and friends say I should be proud of my body for being so slim, but I feel like I’m totally flat in all the wrong places, which I know isn’t true—Richie’s told me so many many times (<3)—but I can’t help it! Even though I was alone in the house, I stayed in my bedroom and closed the door, as if I had to hide out even when I was all alone! Thinking about liking being tied up makes me feel almost ashamed from time to time, as if I’m not sure anybody else is like me, even though I can find all sorts of people on the internet who like it too. In any case, Sally, I wasn’t thinking about that when I took the rope I had prepared, and with an effort I managed to slip my wrists through it and pull the slipknot back a little until the rope felt tight on my wrists behind my back.

Oh, how heavenly! I pulled a little at my bonds, and when they held my wrists, I felt my body go electric—my skin seemed to light up, and almost immediately I felt myself moisten, which made me glad I was wearing an old pair of panties! I pulled some more on the ropes, and the feeling only intensified! I happened to catch a glance at myself in the mirror on my door, and for the first time I didn’t hate seeing myself in it! My face was flushed red, and I could see how tightly my nipples had contracted with arousal, even through the fabric of my bra! I thought I could feel my moisture starting to seep down my inner thigh; I realized that I’d been rubbing my thighs together as I’d walked around the room, and that on top of my self-bondage was enough to arouse me utterly crazily! I stood and watched myself in the mirror for a long time, enjoying the feel of the ropes binding my wrists behind my back. I was in heaven!

But after a while, I wanted more. I wondered what it was I missed, and when I whispered to myself how much I wished Richie was there to keep me tied up, I realized what it was! Somehow, being able to speak lessened the feeling, so I decided that I needed a gag of some sort to keep me from talking. I thought about it for a minute, and decided to try something with one of my old scarves and a clean pair of socks. When Richie gagged me when he “kidnapped” me, and the other times too, I’d had a cloth pushed into my mouth and then covered up, and I decided that a pair of footie socks would do for stuffing my mouth and I could keep them in my mouth with the scarf. I didn’t want to slip out of my ropes, but the thought of being gagged excited me now almost as much as being tied! It took a minute for me to slip out of the ropes, and as soon as I did, I found the scarf and socks. Just thinking about it made me moisten again!

First, I wadded up the socks together, then pushed them into my mouth. They filled my mouth, and just that sensation began to arouse me even more. Then I tied the scarf between my lips to hold in the socks, and tied the knot at the nape of my neck, taking care to pull my hair up in a ponytail before I did so. And then, once I had my gag done, I reached down and took up my ropes again. I decided I wanted to be tied even tighter, and all of a sudden I wanted my feet tied too! So I found a pair of pantyhose I don’t really wear except for church, and used that to tie my ankles together while I sat down on my floor. Then I took another pair and tied my legs together just above my knees. The feel of my thighs rubbing together nearly drove me to climax even before I could tie my wrists again! Then, I took my wrist rope up again, and this time instead of just pulling the slipknot tight, I managed to get the ends of the rope in my fingertips and wrap them between my wrists, pulling the cinch as tight as I could. When I pulled as hard as I could and the ropes held my wrists tied, Sally, I did climax! It felt so incredible when I wriggled around on the floor, with my hands tied and my legs tied together, and crying out through my gag, that in just a few minutes I had an incredible climax, so intense it made me actually cry with arousal! I threw myself face-down on the floor and kicked and twisted, and the rubbing of the carpet against my breasts was so intense I climaxed again! The air was cool against my skin, and my helplessness soon had me in what felt like a constant climax! I was sweating profusely as I lay on the floor and wiggled my way from climax to climax, until I was absolutely exhausted on the floor!

In fact, Sally, I was so exhausted I must have fallen asleep, because when I looked again I could tell that the sun had moved, and it was well into the afternoon! I looked at my clock, and I knew that Mom and Dad must be home soon! I wished I could just stay there tied up and gagged, but I knew that I had to untie myself and get cleaned up before Mom and Dad got home.

But I couldn’t! The ropes must have tightened on my wrists, and I couldn’t pull them out! I tried even harder, but my wrists were still tied tightly! I somehow managed to get up to a sitting position on the floor, which was difficult not just because I was all tied up, but because every move I made aroused me again! I wanted so badly to climax, but I knew that if I did I’d get exhausted again and Mom and Dad would come in and catch me, which of course meant Allenbrook House for me! Finally, I managed to get up on my feet, and started to hop to my desk. I had to wriggle around to reach my desk drawer with my tied hands, but managed to get hold of the drawer and pull out my small pair of scissors.

But they didn’t cut very well! I had a hard time bringing the scissors to bear on the rope anyway, and even when I did, they hardly cut the rope! I felt it finally starting to nibble through one of the ropes, but right then I heard the car pulling in! Mom and Dad were home! I knew I was doomed, that they were going to catch me and have me committed to an institution for being such a pervert!

The thought must have energized me, because between the cutting and the pulling, I got my wrists free just as I heard their car doors shut! I cut through my old pantyhose with the scissors because I knew I’d never be able to undo the knots, and I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, stuffing my ropes, scarf, and the cut-up pantyhose in my desk drawer as I did. I just managed to make it to the bathroom and shut the door when I heard Mom come into the house and call out to me, just as I turned on the shower! I threw myself in the shower as quickly as I could, even before the water got warm! Probably that was for the best, because I was so overheated with excitement and arousal that I needed to be cooled down! Mom must have heard the shower going, because she called out to me asking if I was in the shower, and I answered that I was. I scrubbed quickly, and after a quick shampoo got out and wrapped myself up in a towel and bathrobe. By the time I came out, Mom and Dad had brought in most of the groceries, and because I didn’t help bring them in I had to put them away. Dad asked what I did while they were out, and I don’t know how I didn’t choke, Sally! But I managed to say “not much, just laid around,” and they believed me because they didn’t ask anything else. I guess I wasn’t being completely dishonest, because I was lying around—just lying around all tied up and gagged!

But despite the arousal and the whole series of climaxes, I know I can’t keep doing that self-bondage. For one thing, it’s too rare for me to have the chance I had today; for another, there’s simply too good a chance of me getting caught. But after today, I know for certain that I want—no, I need—Richie to tie me up! I don’t know how I’m going to make that happen, but I need it!
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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Chase Ricks » Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:45 pm

I have some female rp characters who would love meeting your character in this story.
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My Dear Sally Diary, Quick Entry

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:00 pm

Shane, we might have to do something about Paula meeting some of those characters of yours... :lol: But now, for a couple short diary entries as Paula tries to find a solution to her problem...
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Dear Sally,
Finally a solution! I was down at the mall tonight, and somehow Leslie Morgan and I got into the topic of being tied up. I’m sorry, Sally, but I still can’t quite use that word “bondage”—it sounds too dirty! See, Abbie Dwight and her boyfriend Jaden Ross were there tonight, and as you know, Abbie knows the actress Alexandra Blessington, from Sisters, of Course, and the old Bettina Bright series. Well, it turns out that they’re doing a Bettina Bright theatrical movie, and Abbie was telling us how Alexandra Blessington was complaining about certain “peril scenes” being too unrealistic for her liking. That sort of got us all the way to the food court, where Leslie started telling me about the time she had been kidnapped from her bedroom after watching an Alexandra Blessington movie called The Abduction of Candy Sweet, after spending that night tied up at Abbie and Serenity Mabrey’s hands. Somehow, I managed to get her to realize that I wanted to be tied up too, and when she finally finished giggling about it (fortunately Abbie and Jaden ate somewhere else at the food court and didn’t hear Leslie), I told her about what I wanted Richie to do and how I could get him to tie me up without embarrassing or disgusting him.

Well, her solution seems very good, Sally. She suggests that I pick out a movie in which a heroine is captured and tied up, and suggest perhaps a game, or some kind of bet that I could get loose from what the heroine is facing. We thought about it, and figured out a movie to pick out to do that. Of all things, it was a copy of an old movie called The Missing, in which a mother is hunting for a daughter taken away by bad guys along with a bunch of other girls. Now, all I have to do is get Richie to watch it with me!
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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Chase Ricks » Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:36 pm

Perhaps to be safe I should make some female detective rp characters so Paula feels not so out of her element. As it stands I only have female wizard rp characters for her to spend time with. But if you want to have more detectives join her with my characters be my guest. I can promise it will be an experience they will probably not soon forget. :twisted:

Your story here is doing nicely indeed. Please keep it coming along.
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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Zaphod » Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:10 am

Ah, yes, The Missing is a good choice, since it has quite a few girls tied up, not just the main character. I hope Paula's plan works; can't wait for the next chapter to find out.

A Big Diary Entry!

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:31 am

Yes, I'm back again...like the new format, but hate the idea of having to edit all those posts...

Chase, I hope you haven't given up on your idea above! You can borrow whoever you want--after all, in Snowden World it's all fantasy!--just so long as you return them relatively unharmed. Leslie for one has her hand up to volunteer, and few others might as well... :D

Zaphod, Paula might be about to get a big surprise... :lol:
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Dear Sally,
This is going to be a very long diary entry tonight. I got home from Richie’s about an hour ago, and it’s now well past one o’clock in the morning. That’s no matter—I’m still so excited and aroused that I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep at all tonight anyhow!

At school today, Richie asked me what I wanted to do tonight. I wasn’t feeling very well—I think I might be coming down with a cold—but of course I’d never want to spend Friday night without Richie, so I told him I’d just be happy to spend the evening at his house. He asked what I’d like to do there, and all of a sudden it struck me that this was the perfect opportunity to get him to watch The Missing with me and hopefully tie me up like I’ve wanted! Thus, I told him I’d be happy just to cuddle up and watch movies if that would be all right with him, and he seemed happy to do just that! He asked what movies I’d like to watch, and I told him I’d have some with me when he picked me up that evening at my house. I grabbed my copies of the Deathnote movies, of course, mostly because I know Richie doesn’t like them and wouldn’t watch them if he had a choice. I know I’m awful for the deceit, but I wanted him to watch The Missing with me! I also thought to throw in a couple other random movies that Mom and Dad keep around so it would look that I just happened to accidentally slip The Missing in with a bunch of other movies I’d just grabbed at random. Yes, Sally, I know it’s awful of me to deceive him like that, but I didn’t dare let on that I really wanted him to tie me up!

Next was my choice of clothes for that night. Usually Richie’s basement is rather chilly, so I usually wear one of my Jack Skellington hoodies, but for tonight, since I was hoping to be nicely tied up, I decided against them in favor of my half-sleeve black-and-white-striped pirate top that I got from Lissy Mabrey (from when she was in middle school—that’s how much more developed she is! And yes, I’m jealous!). I thought about my black-and-white pleated mini to go with it, but I thought that might look a little too obvious, so I settled for a pair of my black skinny jeans and black Etnies. I kept my hair down, but with a little black headband to keep my hair out of my face. I’d barely finished dressing when I heard Richie’s truck pull up to our house, and Mom called out to me that Richie was here right as I finished putting on my shoes. For a second I thought about sneaking my rope into my messenger bag, but I decided that would be just a little too obvious, so I left it out. I was running a risk that Richie wouldn’t have anything to tie me up with even if he agreed to do it, but I didn’t want to be too obvious!

Well, of course there was Richie waiting for me when I came down from my room (he’s so gallant! <3), and he smiled when he saw me like he always does, and my first thought was what it always was, that maybe he needs to borrow my glasses! Mom said no later than midnight as we were heading out, even though I’m never late for curfew. She worries too much, Sally, but then again you already know that.

I snuggled close to him as he drove us back to Snowden, and he said I looked awful nice to be coming down with a cold. I rather blushed at that, as if he’d guessed my secret desire, but then he smiled (<3!) and said I always look nice, which is an utter lie but I love hearing it anyway! He asked what movies I’d gotten, and I lied that I just grabbed a handful from our video cabinet and we could look at them when we got to his house. I was so looking forward to the night!

Well, wouldn’t you know it but that his sister Abbie and her boyfriend Jaden would be there too? They decided that they too wanted to stay in that night, and it looked like they wanted to hang out with us! Then Richie told them they had to mind their own business so he could mind me, which Jaden didn’t seem to mind. Abbie is so beautiful, and I happen to know that after the fall and that horrible mistake Jaden made by kissing Serenity Mabrey (poor girl, her ex Joey Housely still won’t even talk to her all these months later!), Jaden will go to any lengths to show Abbie how much he loves her. So when Richie told them to go away, Jaden was perfectly happy. The problem was that Mrs. Miyazaki, Richie and Abbie’s mom, was going out with her husband Dr. Miyazaki on their own “date night”, which meant that Richie and Abbie were the only ones left to watch their baby twin sister and brother, Mia and Michael. They’re two now, and incredibly cute, but I didn’t want them interrupting my movie with Richie! It seemed to me like I would never get the chance to have Riche tie me up!

Well, leave it to that little sneak Abbie to find a way! I suppose it wasn’t nice for her to give Mikey and Mia those doses of children’s Benadryl, but it worked well, and soon the twins were fast asleep in their room. Which finally gave me my chance with Richie!

He smirked when he found the Deathnote movies in my bag, like I knew he would, and after a couple more picks out of the bag he found The Missing—and he put it aside! My heart fell into my shoes, Sally, at the thought that after all that work, I wouldn’t get my chance! But luck was still with me, because he got to the bottom of my stack and still hadn’t found a movie he liked! It was my chance!

“How about this one?” I asked as I picked up The Missing, hoping my face wasn’t too red. “I heard about it, but I’ve never seen it! It was just in that pile of movies I just grabbed, but I never got to watch it!” I sounded like I was excusing myself too much, but Richie didn’t seem to catch on! He just smiled (<3!!!) and asked if I wanted popcorn for our movie. We made microwave popcorn in the downstairs microwave Richie fixed that he had gotten from a yard sale (he’s so frugal!), and got some sodas out of the fridge. I curled up on the basement sofa while Richie put in the movie, hoping I wasn’t so aroused I gave myself away! It seemed that I wasn’t, because Richie didn’t do anything out of the ordinary after sitting down with me; he sat so very close, and of course had his arm around my shoulders, which is arousing enough!

He was a little bored at first, the scenes with Cate Blanchett’s boyfriend and the daughters, but when Tommy Lee Jones (who was Cate Blanchett’s father in the movie) came in and trouble started, Richie got more interested, but the movie went rather slowly for him until the part where Cate Blanchett’s boyfriend and older daughter failed to return home. I was startled by the part where Cate Blanchett found her boyfriend murdered and her younger daughter hiding out, but Richie pulled me even closer, which was thrilling as always! That seemed to get him into the movie, and we were both spellbound until we got to the first scenes showing the older daughter being held captive by the gang, with the cowardly photographer offering to take pictures of the chief with his prisoners. I peeked up at Richie to see how he reacted to seeing the girls tied up, but I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking. As for me, watching those girls with their hands behind their backs immediately got me aroused again, but I did the best I could to hide it from Richie. I was desperate for him to tie me up, but I was equally desperate that he not realize how much I wanted him to tie me up! I didn’t know what to do! I was so desperate, and thinking so much about the time when he “kidnapped” me during the mystery, and I didn’t even know what I said until I said it!

“Maybe we shouldn’t watch this, since you kidnapped me and all! You might get ideas!” Only after I said it did I remember what Leslie said I should do, and I was sure I’d completely messed up and lost my chance! And then—the miracle!

Richie looked at me so strangely for a long time, and I was sure I’d ruined everything, until I saw how hard he was blushing! It’s a little hard to tell because he has a ruddy complexion anyway, and of course his beard, but after a moment I could tell it—he was really blushing! And I don’t really know what I was thinking to have said what I said next, and looking back I can see where it could have been a total disaster, but I said it anyway! I smiled at him, and then I said, “Or do you already have ideas? Is that maybe why you kidnapped me before?” My face was so hot as I said it, and as soon as I did I was sure I’d done something really foolish again! Then he started stammering, and I tried hard to think of something to say to get us out of what we were heading into! But he beat me to it!

“Was I that obvious?” he said, hesitant and uncertain like he almost never is, and that’s when I realized the miracle—he liked it! He liked tying me up! He liked it, and now that I’d mentioned it, he was embarrassed—like he was afraid of me knowing! It was so amazing I almost laughed, Sally—not laughing at him, but laughing because everything I was so afraid of wasn’t even real! I was terrified that he would be repulsed by my wanting him to tie me up, and all along he liked it!

Well, of course I still didn’t want to mess things up now that I was so close to getting exactly what I’d dreamed about, so I was still careful. “Well, you’re blushing!” I said, and I know I was smiling from ear to ear, and I snuggled up close to him to let him know I wasn’t disgusted by what he confessed. “At least you only kidnap me and nobody else!” I felt him breathe a little deeply, like he was relieved I hadn’t been disgusted with him, then I felt him looking down at me, and there was that little I-caught-you smile that’s so cute on him, and I felt my heart thump!

“You know, you’re blushing too!” he teased, and I felt my heart not so much thump as stop in my chest! “So maybe…” and then he caught himself, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to say what was on his mind, but I’d already sensed his question—and the answer was yes! We both wanted it!

“So…” I murmured, my face glowing red I know, “…maybe I’m in danger, all alone in the basement with a kidnapper? Maybe I should escape!” He hesitated a moment, almost like he wasn’t sure I was really saying what I was saying! Actually, Sally, I wasn’t sure I believed what I was saying! “Before the kidnapper gets the idea to grab me and tie me up so I can’t!” I was laughing so much he must have thought I was utterly silly!

“Oh, you think you can escape me?” he smiled, and he gave a funny little bad-guy laugh, so I jumped up and did my best damsel-in-distress gasp.

“Why, sir!” I played along as a damsel (hopefully) about to be in distress, with my hands clasped together at my breast. “You wouldn’t be such a villain! Surely you wouldn’t tie me up and make me your prisoner!”

Richie had been looking around furtively for a second as if he was looking for something, but as soon as I followed his eyes toward the door, he reached down into the sofa cushions and came up with a big handful of clothesline! It was really going to happen! “Of course I’ll make you my prisoner, missy!” he giggled, jumping up and circling around to cut me off from the basement stairs. “And don’t call me Shirley!” He’s so hilarious! (<3 <3 <3)

“Oh my goodness!” I cried out, playing the part like mad, and I started to run—but not very fast—toward the stairs, making sure Richie could catch me, which he did! Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, he reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me back against him. My heart was beating more wildly than I think it’s ever beaten in my whole life! It was so much fun, and so arousing too! “Oh, help me! Help me!” I cried out in my best damsel voice even as Richie picked me up and turned me back into the basement. “I must scream for help!” I giggled, and gather a big breath to make him think I was really going to scream, and as soon as I did, he clamped his hand over my mouth. He ‘s so much bigger and stronger than I am that he could still pick me up with one arm around my waist and his other hand over my mouth. I was so excited! I squealed into his hand, and I started moistening right away, I was so aroused! I wiggled around a bit as he carried me back into the basement, and I pretended to kick and struggle against him—but not enough to make him let me go!

Well, at least until he brought me back to the sofa, where he lifted me up so he could put me down on my knees on the sofa with him standing behind me! I cried out “Help me, help me!” a couple times through his hand before he took it away from my mouth and grabbed at my wrists. I was having so much fun! I kept playing the damsel part, and I cried out “Sir! Please don’t tie me up! Please! Save me! Save me!” And he laughed his villain laugh as he pinned my wrists together behind my back, crossed over each other!

As much as I was desperate for this to be happening, and no matter how much I looked forward to it, I was startled when I felt Richie begin to wrap the clothesline around my wrists! I must have gasped, because he hesitated a little, as if he wasn’t sure he should keep tying my hands. I did my damsel voice again to reassure him; “Oh my! Help me! Save me!” And I wiggled back against him to let him know I really did want him to keep tying me, and when my bottom brushed against him, well, I could tell he was really enjoying it too! “I must escape!” And when I twisted my wrists a little—but not so much it would loosen the clothesline, of course!—he realized I wanted him to keep going, and he wrapped more rope around my wrists. Oh, Sally, I can’t describe the feeling I had when I felt the rope grip my wrists so firmly, and I realized that he was really tying me up! He would wrap the rope all the way around one wrist, then all the way around the other one, then back to the other again, until both my wrists were tightly wrapped in what must have been a half-dozen loops. I can’t tell you how moist I was when he lifted my wrists up a little and tied off the knot! My hands were really tied! He really was tying me up—but I wanted him to keep tying me up!

“Gracious!” I exclaimed in my damsel voice, “My hands are tied ever so tightly! I won’t ever be able to get them free! I must run away before you tie my feet, you villain!” And I jumped down off the sofa, turning toward him, and as I did I twisted my wrists against the cords which tied them, and oh Sally! I didn’t think I could feel any more aroused than that! I backed away as if I was going to run away toward the stairs, and he jumped up and seized me by an elbow, dragging me back to the sofa.

“Not so fast, missy!” he growled in his villain-voice, and my heart was beating wildly when he pushed me down to a seat on the sofa. It was so strange and exciting to fall back onto my bottom and not be able to break my fall with my hands, and the feeling was so intoxicating, Sally! Then he knelt down and took hold of my ankles, pressing them together. Well, you know how small my feet and my ankles are, so he could hold them pinned together with one hand while he got more clothesline with the other. Not that I was going to try to escape anyway! He lifted up my jeans legs a little, and started wrapping more clothesline around my ankles (lucky I wore socks tonight!). I certainly didn’t give him a fight, Sally—I was too busy pressing my knees together and intoxicating myself with the feeling to fight him! He wrapped the rope around my ankles four times, then drew two loops of the cord vertically between my ankles before tying off the knot, and my feet were tied together so tight I don’t know how I didn’t climax right then! And while he finished tying the knots, I heard myself silently telling myself again and again, I’m all tied up. I’m all tied up! I’m bound hand and foot! I’m all tied up! I love him so much!

Oh my goodness, Sally! It’s almost three in the morning! I shouldn’t have looked at the clock, because all of a sudden I’m so exhausted I can barely think! Well, considering what happened tonight, no wonder I’m exhausted! I’ll finish telling you about tonight tomorrow when I’m more awake! For now, I’m going to go take that long shower (even if it’s ice cold, I’m still exhausted!), get ready for bed, and spend the night dreaming about being Richie’s tied-up prisoner! And now it’s not just a dream—it really happened! Good night, Sally! A very very very good night! <3 <3 <3!!!
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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue Apr 03, 2012 1:12 pm

Oh do not worry. With but a thought I have changed some of my adult female characters back into teenagers so your characters will not be feeling out of depth for too long. And yes I can see that perhaps I'll need to bring in my very special bondage tape indeed. Now where did that little brat Corrine Daniels (my rp character) run of to with it? "Ooommmpph!" (Gagspeak for Oh hi Corrine. Nice tackle you did to me there and looks like I'll be taped up for awhile.)

Corrine: Oh Chase, you very silly goofball. You seem to forget that when you created me you made me very tough physically and I feel afraid that those poor detectives will not stand a chance against me so I am borrowing some of my own rp friends to help them feel more comfortable. Relax for now and remember this tape can't be broken except by me or Jayariel because that was how you created it.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Apr 09, 2012 7:02 pm

Well, for you, Chase, I decided to post another entry of Paula's date-night with Richie! Things get a bit more intense...
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Dear Sally,
Mom and Dad just went off on the Saturday grocery run, which leaves me time to write more to you about last night! I just can’t stop thinking about it, and to be honest I don’t want to stop thinking about it! It was Heaven!

I see I stopped just when Richie finished tying my ankles, and I was right on the edge of climaxing, I was so intoxicated with the feeling of being Richie’s tied-up prisoner! He stood back a step just to look down at me, and I obliged him by wiggling around a little in my seat on the sofa, pulling at my bound wrists and ankles and twisting from side to side a little. The lights were dim, but I could see that Richie was just about as aroused as I was! After all, Sally, there are some things boys don’t hide very well, especially that they’re aroused, and it’s very easy in Richie’s case to tell when he’s aroused, if you know what I mean! Of course you do, Sally—I’ve told that to you before! (*blush!*) It seemed to me that he got more excited the more I wiggled around, so I did it some more, and you wouldn’t believe how red his face was! I was so happy, and so thrilled that my fantasy was coming true, so I kept playing my damsel character. “Oh, you villain!” I cried in my damsel voice. “I’m your helpless prisoner! Whatever are you going to do to me?” It took him a second to think of something to say, he was so excited!

“I think I’ll keep you, missy!” he answered in his villain voice, and I gave him a very theatrical gasp in reply. “Do you mean to tell me you’re never letting me go? I’m to be your prisoner forever?” I was so wishing I could be! He wasn’t quite sure how to answer that, because after all he would have to take me home before my curfew, but I could imagine him answering me yes, I was going to be his prisoner forever!

“As long as I can keep you, missy!” he chuckled in a villain’s laugh, and then he sat himself down beside me, saying “Now, to make sure you don’t hop away on me!” And in a moment he was sitting beside me again with his arm around my shoulder, like we were before except with me all tied up. He must have sensed my heat, because he dropped his voice and smiled on me like Richie and not the villain he’d been playing. “Nice and snug?” he asked, pulling me just a little closer to him.

“Perfectly snug,” I purred back to him and wriggled against him even more. “So now that you’ve kidnapped me, what are you going to do to me next?” He looked a little confused, as if he wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to do, and I gnawed my lip a little just to give him a suggestion.

Which he took up perfectly! With his big firm hand, he pulled me around toward him, and in a breathless moment his lips were on mine, just like I’d dreamed, kissing me with all his might. And as our mouths explored each other, my body went electric with the wildest climax I’d ever felt! It felt like it went on for hours, and every little twist of my bound wrists or ankles only provoked it even more. It’s a word I rarely use, but there’s no doubt that what I was feeling was a real, true orgasm! I wished that kiss would never end!

It did, of course, with a ragged sigh and a shudder from Richie just before his lips pulled away from mine. For a moment I wondered why he stopped, but a glance showed me just what happened—he’d climaxed too! Even in the dim light in the basement, I could see the evidence spreading across his abdomen, and then I saw that his face was absolutely scarlet with embarrassment! Not only had he liked making me his prisoner, he liked it so much he—well, he came!

He was so embarrassed! He wasn’t sure what to do, but I think he could tell I knew what had happened to him, and he wasn’t sure what to say or how to react. He edged a little away from me, and I was sure it was because he was embarrassed. I didn’t want him to feel bad about what we’d done, so I spoke quietly and lovingly to him. “Richie…” I murmured, not smiling like I was laughing at him, but smiling with sympathy and love, “…I did too. It’s how much I love being your prisoner.” Now it was time to giggle! “The only bad thing is, I don’t have a change of clothes here!”

“Well…maybe Abbie can…”

“No, Richie!” I giggled. “I’m not borrowing Abbie’s clothes! But if you want, you can go up and clean up and change if you want. I’m not going anywhere!” He gave me a sudden uncertain look. “Not that I’d want to anyway, even if I wasn’t tied up! But maybe you should pause the movie. We sort of missed a lot of it!” He did with a sheepish grin, and with his face still red, he ran upstairs to clean up and change. I loved that I could have that effect on him! Sometimes I’m so uncertain about my looks, Sally, as you well know, and knowing I made Richie come made me feel desirable and pretty. I know I shouldn’t feel that way when Richie loves me so much, but you know how hard it is for me to believe that I’m not ugly!

In any case, without Richie there and with the movie paused, and with me still deliciously tied up, I tested the bonds on my wrists and ankles again, and the feel of the ropes binding me still intoxicated me! I closed my eyes and imagined Richie there kissing me like he just had, and me pressing my body against him as far as my bonds allowed, and the arousal instantly returned. I still don’t know why being tied up makes the experience so much more intense physically, but the arousal I felt and still feel at being bound is literally intoxicating! I understand now how lab animals, when they can press a lever and get an intense reward, will keep pushing the lever until they starve, because all I ever wanted to do was sit there in Richie’s basement all tied up awaiting his touch. So when I heard the footsteps tapping down the stairs, my body instantly pulsed with even deeper arousal, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of Richie. But then I heard a giggle, and I don’t know how I didn’t have a heart attack! It wasn’t Richie! It was Abbie! I opened my eyes, and there was Abbie standing above me laughing herself silly!

It took Abbie a few seconds to think of something to say, and I was so mortified that I knew I couldn’t speak! Finally, after what felt like a few hours, Abbie’s laughter slowed down a little, just enough so she could barely make herself understood. “Is Richie afraid you’ll run away on him or something?” She wasn’t taunting; while she was still laughing, the way she said it was like an invitation, and after a few seconds more of me being so mortified I couldn’t speak, she stopped laughing—although she still had a huge grin on her face—and spoke again. “Or are you playing ‘kidnapper and hostage’ or something?” I still couldn’t speak, but I nodded, which made Abbie’s eyes sparkle and sat her down in the chair beside the sofa, like she really wanted to talk about it.

“So,” she asked as she curled up on the sofa, “why did he leave you down here? Is it part of the game to give you a chance to escape?” I tried to answer, but Abbie, who was gazing very closely at me, glanced down at my lap and started giggling again. “Oh!” she spluttered. “Or are you having more fun not escaping?” I realized what she had seen, and there was no point in denying it!

“Actually, yes,” I murmured, and I know my face was as red as…well as red as every cliché ever made about redness! “I sort of like it!”

“Enough to need to borrow some of my clothes for the trip home?” Abbie giggled, and then a realization seemed to strike her. “And—hey! Did Richie…well…”

“Not for me to say,” I answered, not wanting embarrass Richie with his kid sister, but it didn’t really work.

“So, it was a little too much fun for him, too!” Abbie grinned, then grew a little smilingly reflective. “Well,” she said, “it makes them come back to us, I guess! Not that we do anything like you and Richie did, just regular making out, but, well…” She must have noticed I still looked mortified at having our secret discovered, so she leaned over a little confidentially. “You’re not the only one, you know. I mean, you probably already know Leslie likes it too, at least with Jimmy Housely. I’m not so sure about it when she’s with Cora, though. I think it’s just not Cora’s thing. And there are others I know who like it. Joey Housely does, too, sort of a brother thing I guess. Runs in the family.”

“You mean…when he was with Serenity.” I felt my heart tighten a little thinking about that—it was a very bad breakup, and almost wrecked the detective club. Serenity is still simply shattered by it—she truly loves Joey, I’m sure of it, and it’s sad to know that one little mistake on her part was enough to break them up. I know some people sort of enjoy seeing Serenity Mabrey brought down like that—the superstar jock and scholar getting dumped—but I know heartbreak enough to not wish it on anyone. Besides, Serenity has always treated me well, when most of the other girl-athletes in school seem to go out of their way to pick on me, and I’m grateful for that. “Was it something she…well…”

“Enjoyed?” Abbie answered. “Not at first, like when they were still in elementary school. She never let him catch her when they would play cops-and-robbers stuff up in their yards, but something happened after that crazy kidnapper took her and tried to make her replace his dead daughter. After she came back, she started letting him catch her and…well, she got to really like it, but now…”

“So I’m not the most perverted person in the world,” I wondered out loud.

“If the worst thing people can say about you is that you like playing tie-up with your boyfriend, then no, you ain’t the most perverted person in the world,” Abbie affirmed. “And besides,” she said, raising her voice as more footsteps clattered down the stairs as if she knew who was coming, “Richie seems to like it a lot too, you know! After all, he did have to go clean up and change, didn’t you, Richie?” she teased as Richie nearly fell over at her words. “And no, Paula didn’t tell me!” Abbie added when it was clear that Richie thought I’d told on him. “I just saw that Paula had her own little accident and I figured you did too!”

“Well, that may be,” Richie said, recovering his humor at knowing I wasn’t telling on him, “but…” and as he circled around to the front of the sofa, I saw he had on fresh jeans with something bulging in one of the pockets, “…you know, I was just thinking I couldn’t take any chance about that.”

Abbie started laughing again, and gave me a wry little look. “I think you’re in trouble, Paula!” she teased. “Maybe you’re not the most perverted person in the world, but”—

“But if you don’t get your little butt back up to Jaden…” Richie scolded, but not without a mordant smile on his face. Abbie giggled her way up the stairs, and Richie pulled out a big blue bandanna from one hip pocket, and a small roll of duct tape from one of his front pockets. The last part of my fantasy! The gag! My eyes must have gotten huge, because—uh-oh, Mom and Dad are pulling back in! I better go help them, Sally, and I’ll be back later to tell you all about it!
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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Zaphod » Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:37 pm

Yay, I was wondering when you'd have time to come back to this story, and I discover that you have two new chapters posted!

I'm really liking this story, especially since Paula and Richie are so far from the forefront in your other tales. Good for Abbie on being so good natured with her teasing. Maybe seeing this will give her some ideas of things she and Jaden could be doing...

My Dear Sally Diary--conclusion

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Jun 11, 2013 9:27 pm

Long ago, I promised Zaphod that I'd revisit this tale, so here is its conclusion! Hope you enjoy!...

Dear Sally,

Well, where was I, Sally? I see I was at the moment when Richie came back down to the basement with a bandanna and a roll of duct tape. It seemed pretty clear to me what Richie had in mind; he would fill my mouth with the bandanna and cover it with the duct tape. To be honest, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that, because the times I was captured by bad guys, they used tape to gag me and I didn’t really like it. The duct tape is very sticky, and some of the adhesive sticks to your cheeks when you finally get it off. And of course, it hurts to have it pulled off your face! Remember that when I gagged myself before, I tied the hanky into my mouth, which didn’t sting as much as tape.

But leave it to Richie to be thoughtful! Even while I was wondering if I really wanted to have my mouth taped, he pulled out a couple more big bandannas, then dropped the whole lot into his lap when he sat down beside me again (always a wonderful feeling, you know! <3). “Well, now I can’t have you screaming for help, can I?” he smiled with his evil villain-smile. “But I’m a nice villain, so I’ll give you a choice. I’m using this here bandanna (a small red one) to stuff your mouth, but you can choose how I keep it in there. We have tape, a bandanna over your mouth, or a bandanna through your mouth. Any preferences?”

I though about it for a second. “Through my mouth,” I said, thinking that if the bandanna went through my mouth, Richie could still maybe kiss my lips since they wouldn’t be covered.

“A good choice!” Richie snickered, and he wadded up the small red one in his hand. “Open wide, little prisoner!” he told me, and of course as a good little prisoner I did as he told me, opening my mouth wide (and hoping my breath wasn’t bad!). Richie was so gentle pushing the bandanna into my mouth, careful to not set off my gag reflex (an interesting pun if you think about it!) with it. I sort of scrunched my tongue back a little so the cloth wouldn’t get my uvula, which left just a little bit of the bandanna sticking out of my mouth. Then he took a big long dark-blue bandanna and rolled it up into a long rope, the middle of which he gently placed between my lips and teeth and pulled back to knot at the base of my neck. Before he did that, though, he swished my hair out of the way so it wouldn’t get caught in my gag, which was so thoughtful of him! My mouth was very full, but the way the blue bandanna cleaved between my teeth left my lips uncovered for whatever use Richie wanted to make of them! “Now let’s see you try to scream for help, prisoner!” he giggled, which I took as a request for me to try to talk through my gag.

It’s really not possible to talk through a gag! I tried to say something, but with my mouth full, my voice was very muffled, and I couldn’t move my tongue or lips enough to make any understandable words. All that came out was what I’ve heard called “mmphing,” a sort of grunt which vibrated back down my throat, reminding me of how helpless I was! I was already about to climax again!

“Can you breathe all right?” he asked me, as Richie and not as the villain, and all I could do to answer was nod. Strange and exciting to know I couldn’t use words to express myself, and was reduced only to mmphs and nods. It’s such a feeling of total helplessness! “Then you won’t be able to disturb me while we finish watching the movie?” I shook my head and mmphed again; “uh-uh” actually almost works as a “no” answer through a gag! “Then behave yourself and sit still,” he grinned, taking up the remote with one hand and pulling me close to him with the other, his arm wrapped protectively around my shoulder while he restarted the movie. I was so pleased when he rewound the movie to the first scenes where the girls were first seen tied up, and as I watched, I really could imagine being with them, helpless, unable to run or fight or even cry out! The difference—and it’s a heavenly difference!—is that I’m not the prisoner of double-dealing Native Americans and bandits, but the prisoner of the boy I love! I felt so secure, so protected while I sat there with his arm around me, secure and bundled up with my hands and feet tied, and my mouth gagged. I was literally his to do anything with!

And I was glad that after a while, his hand started sneaking down my shoulder, down my arm, and as he pulled me closer I knew what he wanted to do! His fingers started reaching across, and he hesitated a moment with a sort of question on his face. I knew what the question was—is it okay to touch you there? If I could have talked, I would have said “of course,” but I couldn’t, so I just nodded and cuddled back against him a little more. And soon, his fingertips were brushing against the underside of my breast, and even through the cloth of my top and bra, the sensation was heavenly! Not too rough, and not too light, a sort of tickling which nearly drove me wild! I pressed myself against his fingertips, and he responded by raising his fingers up my breast until he found my nipple, hard and taut beneath the fabric, and gently teased it between his finger and thumb—and I climaxed again! Oh, the feeling of climaxing against tight ropes and a filling gag! It was such a heavenly release, Sally! Richie laughed and pulled his hand away as my climax began to fade a little. “You know, you make it hard to watch a movie!” he grinned teasingly, and I blushed. “I think I’m going to have to do something about that!” This scared me a little—what did he mean? Then I saw what he had in mind, and I don’t know how I didn’t climax again right then!

“You’re just going to have to lie down here on the floor so I can watch the movie!” he giggled, and he guided me ever so gently to the floor, where he rolled me over onto my face. I knew what he had in mind, and I was so excited! It’s what is called a hog tie; he was going to tie my feet to my hands! Already the brush of the carpet against my breasts was thrilling me, and the thought of lying pressed against the floor was terribly arousing! “Pull back the feet!” he teased as he picked up my feet and bent my legs back, and I could see the rope he was going to use. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked in his own character, and I nodded and mmphed for him to keep going. He bent back my legs until my feet were practically touching my hands, and then he wrapped the rope so that my hands and feet were tied tightly together. “Well, see if you can get loose, prisoner!” he taunted, and I tentatively wriggled in my hogtie.

How heavenly! My whole body felt electric as I wriggled and brushed against the floor, pulling back with my feet and my hands, arching my body back so that I could fairly roll back and forth on my tummy—and each time my breasts brushed against the floor, my body got even more aroused until I was climaxing almost constantly!

“You know,” Richie grinned, “who needs a movie when I can watch you! Enjoying yourself?” I nearly nodded and mmphed myself silly at that—of course I was! The he sat himself down on the floor beside me, and I could see how aroused he was again! I think he enjoyed watching me struggle in my hogtie! “Well, now,” he teased, “would you still enjoy yourself if I put my hand…right here?” he asked, laying his hand on the back of my knee, gently kneading my leg, and I don’t know how I didn’t just simply dissolve with pleasure! “Well, how about here?” he snickered, slowly sliding his hand up the back of my thigh, and I pulled so hard against my bonds with pleasure! “Well, then, how about here?” he grinned as his hand glided over my bottom, his fingertips exploring down into the cleft between my thighs as he did so—and I screamed! Yes, I literally screamed with arousal and climax, nearly pulling myself apart straining against my bonds! I’ve never felt like I did at that moment!

When I finally recovered a little sanity, I saw Richie had a red face, and a glance showed me that he’d just had himself another “accident!” It was intoxicating to know I had such power over him to push him to multiple climaxes just from being bound and gagged before him! I smiled and giggled a little as if to say I didn’t mind his accident, and after a long gaze down at me he said, “Oh, what the hell!” and in an instant he had lifted me up to my knees. My hands and feet were still hogtied together, but we were kneeling face to face—my heart was pounding!—and he gently took the gag from my mouth. “I love you to death, Paula!” he murmured, and in an instant our lips were crushed together, his kiss drawing my very soul out of me, and in return I kissed him as fervently as ever I’ve kissed, forcing my mouth onto his, pressing my bound body against his, and the most profound climax I’d ever felt, even after all the climaxes I’d felt that night—

And then his stupid alarm went off! You have to understand that Richie always sets an alarm when we’re at his house so he won’t make me late for my curfew. It’s so considerate of him, but at that moment I really didn’t care about my curfew! All I wanted was to be Richie’s bound prisoner forever! Even he didn’t want it to end, but he sagged and said we had to get ready to go. I knew it was true, but I certainly didn’t have to like it!

His touch was wonderful as he slowly, gently untied me, lifted me to my feet, and spared another deep, soul-drowning kiss, his hands all over my body! It was a kiss I lost myself in, for by the time I realized what was happening and where I was, it was 11:45 and I only had fifteen minutes left before curfew! I wouldn’t be able to clean up, and neither would Richie! We hurried to his truck, and he drove like a madman, getting me to my front door at 11:58, just before my curfew! I hated all curfews at that moment!

And the lights were on in the house, which made my heart sink! They were waiting up for me! Did Richie make a mistake on the time and make us late? I knew the rules—Richie had to walk me back into the house—and I knew that as soon as Mom and Dad saw us, they’d know we’d misbehaved terribly! I’d tried to put myself together on the trip back home, but beyond having my hair brushed I was a mess! I could barely stand as Richie escorted me through the door, imagining the grilling I was going to face when Mom and Dad saw the state I was in—

“There you are, honey!” Mom smiled sleepily up to me as I entered with Richie behind me, and it looked like Mom had just woken up from a nap. Then I saw she had a photo album in her lap, and I knew why Mom was still awake. I should have remembered, and I felt awful! “Just looking at the pictures Paula, Richie,” she yawned with a sad smile on her face. “You never knew Paula’s little sister Hesther, Richie,” she said sweetly, and I felt awful for forgetting the day! “She was such a little sweetheart, just like Paula. We buried her today—eight years ago, this very day. She put up such a fight, was so brave.” Hesther had died of leukemia, and I’d forgotten the day she was buried! I felt so ashamed! Mom was so lost in her memories she didn’t seem to see me, which was fortunate for not getting in trouble, but I still felt terrible for forgetting! “She’d be so happy to see you happy, Paula honey,” she smiled up at me lachrymosely. “She loved you so much. Richie, I know I can be a little…well, distant, but I just want you to know how glad I am that you and Paula are together. You make her so happy, and that makes me happy! Don’t ever forget that, Richie—just keep her happy for me!” She managed a glance up at the clock over the fireplace. “But you better hurry home and get some sleep, shouldn’t you? Kiss Paula goodnight and call us when you get home, okay?” Richie stammered out an “okay,” and we shared a little peck of a kiss at the door, and I watched him go back to his truck and drive away letting myself be a little less ashamed of myself for what Mom had said. She’s right—Richie does make me happy! So happy! I love him so much! After he went around the corner, I closed the door and turned back inside—and there was Mom! All of a sudden very awake!

“So, Paula Deborah,” Mom smiled with that caught-me-in-the-cookie-jar smile of hers, “sit down and tell me how you got so disheveled! You weren’t just pecking each other at the door, were you?” I didn’t know what to say! “Just don’t do anything to give me a grandchild before I’m ready, honey! You didn’t, did you?” I wasn’t sure how I should react!

“Ah…no, we didn’t, Mom!”

“Good! Otherwise your dad would feel like he had to shoot Richie, and I don’t think either one of us wants that, do we?” I shook my head, trying to figure out what Mom was on about—“Now, tell me all the juicy details, honey! Any hickeys?”

“Mom!” I gasped, and Mom laughed herself silly! “We’re not that depraved!”

“That’s my good girl!” she giggled, as if she knew perfectly well I was lying. Then—“And why are your sleeves down so far, honey? Should I take a look? Handcuff burns?”

Mom!

“All right, keep your secrets, Paula Deborah!” Mom smiled as she yawned her way to her feet. “Just remember, no grandchildren before I tell you, okay?”

“Okay.” This was the strangest talk I ever had with Mom!

“Then sweet dreams, honey,” she said as she went toward the stairs. “Of course, I think Richie already took care of that, didn’t he?” And then she was gone up the stairs! But she was right, Sally—he did take care of that! I even think Hesther was happy for the dreams I had that night!
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Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Zaphod » Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:39 am

Awesome!! I've been checking every once in a while in the hopes that maybe you'd come back to this story, and sure enough you have. Thanks for finishing it!!

This was a fun little story, and I love reading some of these stories of what the Snowden gang get up to when they're not on a case. This one was a nice mixture of intimacy and innocence. It's nice to see that sweet little Paula, who normally has so little self-esteem, was able to find a way to feel good about herself and make Richie feel good too. I'd love to see other stories in a similar vein, if you're interested in writing more of them. Maybe some fun game with Kellie, Cora, Leslie, and Jimmy?

Well, now, about that, Zaphod...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:19 pm

Most of those characters are in my Gleeks Ahoy! tale at dA and GDIT, and without giving away too many spoilers, the situation they are in is about to go wildly out of control in about two chapters, and not all of them are going to be all right when it sorts out. I have some ideas for more Paula/Richie adventures, but (again, not to give away too many spoilers) the situation with the detective club will have to sort itself out first...
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Re: My Dear Sally Diary

Postby Chase Ricks » Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:24 am

*glares at his female rp character captor while struggling angrily and mumbling through his gag* (Translation: This was a fun short story to read Mister Mistofoleese. If you decide to write more stories here with your cute and beautiful femme fatales in distress, I'll be among those who will comment lots. Now if Corrine will be so kind as to untape me I can not have to use her as a translator.)
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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