OH, I'M SO STUPID!

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Jul 07, 2009 6:24 am

I can't do spellchecks right now, as my computer has had a minor nervous breakdown, so bear with me, guys. Ignore the odd spelling-/grammar mistakes, please! Btw I know this is a borderline story. I hope it doesn't get thrown out by the mods!
Last night I was STUPID enough to say yes, when a friend asked me if I would play a game of cards. We played "Go fish!", as it was the only game of cards we both knew how to play when we were only two, (apart from strip poker, that is. But as she is only 10 years old that is, obviously, out of the question!). Before we got started, she looked me over, from head to toe, whispering to her self "Yes, I think they'll probably fit!" I went "Huh?", but she said "Never mind! I was just checking something out."

We agreed on best of three and whoever won could choose the prize. Then we started playing. We won one game each. The third game she won, by a slight margin! She stood up from the table and told me not to go anywhere. Then she went down to the basement. I tiptoed to the door and heard her rummaging down there. When I heard her come back, I quickly ran back to my seat. She came back dragging along a big suitecase, which she put on the floor in front of me.
"I won and here is what I want you to do!" she said, with an evil kind of a smile all over her pretty face. "Take this suitecase with you into the bathroom, and put what ever it is on! No arguements, please! just do it! Then come back here, and I'll explain a few things for you!"

I did as she told me. From the suitecase I took out a plastic bag (the environmentalist in me crinched). I opened that as well and found a powdery pink dress with long sleeves and what looked like a lot of petticoats and a pair of thick, red pantyhose. In the bag were also a pair of high heeled shoes. I put my head out the door and asked "Are you sure it's the right bag?"
"Yes, I am! Now get a move on, or do you want my help?"
"No," I said and shut the door. I did as she told me, but I took my time changing, mostly because of the unfamiliarity of the clothes. When I had finaly put them on, I went out, on wobbely feet to her again. She burst out laughing. "Oh, boy! You should see yourself!" she said, whiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Sit down."

When I had sat down on the sofa, she said: "I won and I get to choose the prize." she said pacing from left to right and back again in front of me. "I want you to be dressed that way until monday morning (it was now friday afternoon.) I will have the right to tie you up at any time of the day or night, without a word of protest from you. The only protests allowed are if it gets too uncomfortable, nothing else. And don't say you haven't thought about something like this yourself, because you have! I've read it in your journal! Your brother said I could read it, so I did and came up with this idea."
My brother, huh! He will be so dead by the time I'm finished with him, he's going to wish he was dead for real.
She was right about one thing, though. I do like to be tied up, so that wouldn't be a problem. It was the dress part of the scheme that I wasn't sure about. But hey, I can try most things! At least once! Since I already had the dress on, I let her tie my hands behind my back. I soon found out that, although she is young, she has experience of TUG:s! She can really tie an inescapable knot. She also tied my ankles together, so I couldn't walk. I thought that her mother would let me go, but instead she incouraged her! She (the mother) went out to the store, to buy something.

When it was time for bed I was untied and they asked me, no they TOLD me to stay the night. I was to sleep on a couch in the daughters' room. It is kind of narrow so it wasn't the most comfortable of beds, but still. I undressed and we prepared to go to bed, she said, "Just so nothing bad happens during the night, I'm going to let mum tie you up." With those words her mother came over to us and said " I've got some additional protection for you. Here, put this diaper on. You'll be diapered and have your hands tied for the rest of the weekend. One of us will help you change it, when it is necesary. And of course, you'll be wearing those clothes all weekend, too!" With that they put me in a diaper and tied my hands together infront of me. When I was in bed, the daughter tied my feet together as well.
This morning, after a very uncomfortable night, I was untied and told to write this story down.

This is how I will spend my weekend.
Whazzzz up!.