## Modelling experience M/f

Post by lasse672000 » Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:06 am

They were out driving, thirteen year old Kristen, three year old Ben, and their parents. They usually did on Sunday afternoons, just driving for pleasure. Some might say, they wasted petrol and what not, but they didnâ€™t care. This particular Sunday, certain events would put them off car driving for a long time.
It was the middle of winter so she was, for the first time, dressed in the one-piece ski suit she got for Christmas the week before. It was a dark red and blue colour and she was proud of it. As it happened, she loved the colours red and pink, so all her clothes that day, including her pantyhose were different shades of pink. She had on her mittens and hat (Christmas gifts, too) and a pair of fur lined fake-leather boots. Suddenly, John, her father, stopped the car. When asked why, he said heâ€™d seen somebody he knew a long time ago and wanted to talk to him again. Be put the car in reverse, backed until he came alongside a man, who looked dishevelled to say the least. John opened the back door and his acquaintance hopped in. John introduced his wife and kids. â€œYou smell!â€ Ben immediately noted. His parents started giggling nervously, but Jim, as the manâ€™s name was, didnâ€™t seem to mind at all. When asked, he said heâ€™d like a ride home, and gave an address in the not-so-fancy part of town.
He and John started talking about old times (they apparently went to the same class in grammar school). Soon, they lost themselves in memories. For the next half hour or so, it was one â€˜do you rememberâ€™ or â€˜do you know, what happened toâ€™ after another. Boring, and ancient, stuff when youâ€™re thirteen.
When we got there, her brother suddenly became violently ill, for no apparent reason. Jim said Kristin could stay with him, while they took Ben to the ER, as it could take a while. Her parents agreed, and they went up to his apartment.
He apparently worked in the clothing business, as he had rows of hangers and shelves full of clothes in a room up there. It was mostly clothes for sporting and gymnastics. She took off her ski suit and he asked her if sheâ€™d like to try some of the clothes. She said she would, and they went into the room. He asked what size clothes she had, and she told him. From one of the shelves he took out a leotard, and told her to try it on. She did, and when he saw her, he said: â€œYou know; I have a show coming up later today. Would you like to be a model for a couple of hours? I think youâ€™d be great at it. You seem have a talent for it!â€ Flattered, she agreed. After all, that would give her something to do, while she waited for her parents. Jim called her father, who gave his permission.
What happened next stunned her. He took out a ball with a strap running through it. Before she could react, he put it in her mouth and buckled it. He then ordered her to put her clothes back on, including the ski suit, mittens and boots. Then he tied her hands behind her back and grabbed her arm. They went out to his car and drove off. It all happened so fast, she didnâ€™t even have a chance to protest. None of the people they met said anything.
He took her to the place, where the show was to be held and, without giving her a chance to take anything off he tied her to a chair in a room, locked the door and went back to his place to get the clothes for the show.
When he came back, he had a bag full of leotards and other things, all more or less her size. He untied her from the chair (but left the gag, and it was to remain there all the time) and ordered her to take off all of her clothes and put the first of the leotards on, because the show was about to begin, he said.
Frightened, but intrigued, she did as he told her, and for the next two hours, they rehearsed. When they had finished, he unbuckled the gag long enough for her to get a drink of water, but put it back in before she was allowed a visit to the bathroom. When she came back out, he tied her hands and elbows behind her back. Then he told her the show was about to start. He cuffed her ankles, using two leather cuffs with a chain between them. The chain was just long enough for her to take small steps, but not run.
During the two hour show, he helped her change leotards when needed. He untied and uncuffed her, just long enough for her to change leotards. Then he tied and cuffed her again and pushed her out on stage.
At the end, she was completely exhausted, but he was happy. He told her, he had sold more clothes during those two hours, than during the previous two weeks and for that, he thanked her. He let her put her clothes back on, before tying and cuffing her again. They got in his car and went back to his place. At no time during the show, had she been allowed to take the gag out.
By the time they got back, her parents were all finished at the ER, and had come to get her. When they saw her hands were tied, and her feet cuffed, they wanted to know why, and when Jim told them, they too wanted a show. He invited them up to his place, and she had to go through it all again.
When they left, he gave them a check. When they saw the amount written on it, they promised him, sheâ€™d remain tied, cuffed and gagged the same way she was for the rest of the day, and that they would let her do some more modelling like that, whenever he called.
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### Re: Modelling experience M/f

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:33 am

Her parents kept their promise, though sheâ€™d expect them to free her as soon as they arrived back home. They actually did, but just long enough for her to get out of the ski suit and boots. They more or less demanded she undress and put on one of the leotards, they had been given by Jim.
Her father, once again, tied her hands and elbows behind her back, but took the gag out. But he put it back in and told her to sit down in a chair, just as soon as she had had the chance to drink a glass of water. From now on, they explained, sheâ€™d have her hands and/or elbows tied, either behind her back or in front of her, whenever she was at home. That was because she wouldnâ€™t get into any mischief like that. No sooner had they told her that, than her father tied her hands to the back of the chair and her ankles to the legs of it, so she had to sit with her knees wide apart. With her brother being ill, they explained when they saw her bewildered look they wouldnâ€™t have much time looking after them both, so this would be the best way of doing it, for the time being, anyway.
Her brother recovered from his illness a couple of days later. Kristin, when asked, said she had gotten used being dressed like that when at home, and wanted to go on having her hands tied when she was at home. The result was that, as soon as she got home from school, she put on pantyhose (if she hadnâ€™t already worn any that day) and a leotard. Then one of her parents tied her hands in front of her, so she could do her homework, and put a ball gag in her mouth, and shackled (now padded with foam rubber for comfort) her feet. When she was finished, she had her hands and elbows tied behind her back. She soon developed a technique, allowing her to eat with her elbows still tied behind her back. In the end, the only time she wasnâ€™t tied in any way was when she had to use the bathroom (but then she still had her ankles shackled), or when she was at school. At one time, she was even had her hands tied, when they had a visitor.
At night, she had her feet shackled and, after putting on her night gown, she let them tie her hands together in front of her, before going to bed.
Over time, it became second nature to her to be tied up at home, so when Jim called and asked if sheâ€™d like to be another fashion show, she naturally said â€˜yesâ€™, provided sheâ€™d be tied like last time. He sounded a bit puzzled when he said â€˜yes, she wouldâ€™.
When he picked her up outside her house, she was already tied and shackled, so the only thing he had to do was drive her there. This time there was not only leotards, but also swimsuits to be shown. She really had her work cut out for her, she thought. The show lasted about two hours, and by the end of it, she was completely drained.
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### Re: Modelling experience M/f

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:42 am

Christina got the phone call she feared, way sooner than she hoped. In fact, she kind of hoped theyâ€™d forgotten all about her, when the phone rang on a Friday afternoon and someone said: â€œHello Christina. Remember me?â€ in a familiar, honey-sweet voice. She felt her knees buckle, but she managed to answer: â€œYes, sir. I do.â€ with a voice so faint, she could hardly hear it herself.
â€œGood!â€ the voice on the other end purred. â€œI can hear you havenâ€™t forgotten how to answer in a polite way. I was almost afraid youâ€™d forgotten. Now, would you be so kind as to step outside in about 15 minutes? A car will come and pick you up, by that time. From there, it will be the same procedure as last time. She knew there was no point arguing, so she didnâ€™t even try. She just hung up and went down to wait for the car.
15 minutes later a car appeared with blackened rear windows, and she got in. Three girls (she recognized all of them from last time) were already in the back seat, blindfolded and with their hands tied. She sat down in the last available seat and a man, sitting beside the driver, turned around and tied her hands together, and blindfolded her. He did a very good job too, considering he had to work in such an awkward position. She tried to free her hands, both using her fingers and teeth, but there was just no way, she could get at the knots.
â€œYou know thereâ€™s no point in trying, love.â€ she could hear him say. â€œI know my craft only too well, to be outsmarted by a young girl!â€
They drove for quite a while, before stopping. The girls were ordered out of the car, and were marched into a big house. There, they walked along a corridor, one by one being pushed into rooms with Christinaâ€™s at the end. Inside, a girl took off her blindfold and helped her get free of the rope around her wrists. She motioned at the bed, where there lay a leotard as on the previous occasion. This one however, was red and had no rabbitsâ€™ tail. Instead, it had a cat tail made of foam rubber and fake, red and white fur. It was held in a graceful arch, by a thick wire at the centre. Alongside the red leotard and tail, lay a cat head-mask. As before, there were no socks or shoes. Underneath lay a collar and some leather cuffs.
Christina looked at the leotard for a while, sighed, but changed into it. She found the tail to be a bit annoying, as she couldnâ€™t turn around without hitting something with it. Next, she put on the â€˜catâ€™-mask and the collar and cuffs (she noticed they looked like catsâ€™ paws), suddenly realising that with the mask on, she wouldnâ€™t be able to speak. That was because it had a ball in it, and she would have to have it in her mouth, which meant her lower jaw would be jammed against the bottom of the mask, unable to move at all. The girl, who had helped Christina get rid of her rope and blindfold, now took the same rope that had been used to tie her hands together earlier, passed it through some holes at the back of the mask, and tied it off making sure no hair was caught.
â€œCan you breathe in there?â€ she asked and Christina nodded. She tried to make a sound of any kind, but only managed to produce a â€œmewâ€, sounding very much like a cat. The girl hooked a leash to Christinaâ€™s collar and led her out of the room, to join the other three girls; all of them dressed and masked the same way as she. Out in the corridor, the â€œcatsâ€ got their hands fastened together in such a way, they formed a line, with one girlsâ€™ left hand hooked to the other onesâ€™ right, and so on. It kind of looked like they were walking hand in hand.
They were marched into the dining room and unhooked from each other. They held out their hands in front of them, and got a chain hooked between the cuffs. They were ordered to set a place each. They did, and the guests arrived. Like last time, their tasks were to service their â€œguestâ€ with everything needed, during the meal. When the guests had eaten, the â€œcatsâ€ were linked together once more and marched to their rooms. There, they had a change of masks, to one with a hole in the rubber ball in their mouth. The hole was just large enough for a drinking straw. They would have to drink their meals this time. They were also allowed a short bathroom break.
The girlsâ€™ had leashes attached to their collars, and were once more, handed over to their â€œguestâ€. Following the pattern of last time (and every subsequent time) the girlsâ€™ spent the next couple of hours, being mostly pets but, when need arose, servants. When they came back to their rooms, they were, not only very tired, but very hungry too. Christina had some difficulty gripping with her hand-turned-into-paw, but eventually, she got the hang of it. She had to sleep with the mask and tail on, but by then she was so tired, that that wasnâ€™t a problem.
The following morning, they changed masks and put on one that allowed them to eat. Only food divided into small pieces, and they still could not say anything, though. As the guests left by midday, Christina let out a huge sigh of relief.
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