Safe keeping

Postby lasse672000 » Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:31 am

Early yesterday morning, there was a knock on my door. Dazed, I looked at the clock by my bed. It said 5:30. “Who, in their right mind goes around knocking on peoples doors at this hour?” I thought. When I opened the door, I found it was my next-door neighbour along with her daughter.
“I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour!” she said, but didn’t sound at all sorry. “Although we don’t know each other that well, I didn’t know where else to turn. You see, my husband and I are going on a trip for a couple of days, and our daughter’s not invited. I was wondering; could you keep an eye on her, until we come back Sunday evening?”
I took a closer look at the daughter. She was a 15 year-old blonde, dressed in a home-made dress that covered her from the neck to her feet, and the sleeves were long. It was made of a kind of thick, velvety material and had narrow, navy-blue and white vertical stripes. The upper part was very tight-fitting, but the skirt-part was voluminous. Instead of having buttons, it was laced in the back. All in all, it looked like the middle-ages crashing into the 1800’s. “Of course I can,” I said. “But why don’t we go inside and talk about it?”
As they walked through the door, the mother explained: “It’s not only that we would like you to keep an eye on her; we’d like you to keep her hands tied up at all times, if you don’t mind? And maybe her feet and possibly even gagged, sometimes? I know it sounds weird, but, would you, please?” She handed me a couple of plastic bags. As I looked in one of them, it was filled with rope and gagging material. The other one, however, was filled with the same kind of clothes, as she was already wearing, from what I could tell.
I took one of the ropes out and motioned for the girl to come over and turn around. She did so and put her hands behind her for me to tie together. I did so, but kept the ends long enough for me to tie together in front of her. When I was done, she sat down in the chair next to mine. In all this time, she hadn’t said a word, but had stared at the floor and let her mother do the talking. She inspected my work on her daughter’s hands and gave me an appreciative look. “Good work!” she congratulated me. “It’s snug, however not too tight. She’s not getting out of that one in a hurry. Now, let’s see if you can gag her just as expertly?” Flattered by her words, I got up, went behind took two pieces of gagging material wadding one up. I went behind the daughter’s chair and put it in her mouth, wrapping the other one around her head several times, before knotting it off behind her head. When I was finished, she could only moan.
When her mother had inspected my handiwork, she said she was more than satisfied I was more than qualified to take care of he daughter.

Luckily I had a spare bedroom, complete with a four-poster bed, and we put both bags in there, before the mother left.

I unwrapped the girl’s head and took the gag out. But when I wanted to untie her hands, she said she didn’t want me to. Naturally, I was a bit confused by that, but she ended up having her hands tied behind her back, all day. Furthermore, she was gagged for the most part as well.
At night, when we sat down to watch some TV, I was even allowed to tie her ankles. The only time she had her hands free, was when I helped her out of her dress and into her green and blue onesie before bedtime.
She was specific about me tying her hands to the two upper posts of the bed, and he legs to the two lower ones. I threw a blanket over her and said good night, before turning in myself. It had been a long, interesting day!
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Safe keeping

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:10 am

Hallo,nice story. I miss bit why live in this way. I think my neighbour sure would not such thing ask and have a daughter only bit younger than the girl. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Safe keeping

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Aug 06, 2011 6:17 am

This morning, I got up wondering if yesterday really had happened. Did I really have a girl tied to the bed in my spare room? I had to check it out. I went in and sure enough, there she was, tied spread eagle wearing a yellow onesie. She was awake, so I untied her from the bed to let her use the bathroom.

When she had put on a similar dress to the one she wore yesterday, and at her request I had tied her knees together (she could still walk, but only take small steps) and helped her lace the dress in the back, I tied her hands behind her back.
After breakfast, I asked her how come she had her hands tied almost all the time.
She gave me this explanation:

“My name is Lisa, by the way, and the answer to your question is simple. I became interested in ropes, and their uses, from an early age (I couldn’t have been more than 8 or 9), mainly from sneak peeks at my parents films. I know I was way too young for them, but I became curious after seeing their covers. Instead of telling me ‘no’, they began gently tying my hands in various positions, using soft ropes and bathrobe-belts, just to see if I liked it. Obviously, I did, but when they tried to steer my interests in other, more conventional directions, I started hassling them until they concluded, it was best simply to give in. So they kept tying my hands whenever possible, adding ropes to my knees and/or feet at certain times, just to make me happy. They added the gagging a little over a year ago.
The clothes and my being tied to the bed, however, was entirely their idea. My mother is a dressmaker, and she thought it suited the ‘damsel-in-distress’-scenario I had created for myself. I must admit it does. Don’t you think so? She’s even offered to start making me corsets soon, for me to wear in school, whenever I can.”
Looking at her, I too had to admit, the clothes did suit the look. Adding a corset would probably enhance it even more.

Then she said:”This is actually the first time I’ve been tied up outside of home. You don’t seem to have any objections. Why is that?” I took a deep breath, looked her in the eye, and said:” I also, since an early age, have had an interest in TUG: s. I rarely get the chance nowadays, however. So this is an answer to my prayers, really.”
We looked at each other, and smiled. We had found our soul-mate.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: Safe keeping

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Aug 06, 2011 8:35 am

Hallo nice second part.It was good explanation the have very luck that really parents know that she not do under her control she would do it without, and this could harm more. But the parents should better put the film away. I will hat next. Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show