Clara's lucky escape F/M
Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2021 1:01 pm
Clara, dressed in an ankle length, purple, long sleeved tulle dress, her eyes held modestly on the floor and her hands held together in front of her, walked into the room, in the middle of a row of girls, all wearing similar tulle dresses, except for the colours.
She managed to look around the room, without lifting her head much, and when she saw HIM leaning against the wall she almost sighed loudly with relief, because with HIM there, she knew everything would be alright.
Jock was taken aback, when he saw HER walking into the room together with the other girls. He, of course, had seen her before, but then she had always been dressed in pantyhose and leotards or t-shirts and jeans with her long, brown hair flowing freely around her head. Now, it had been braided and put into an elaborate doo.
The auction started, and soon all the girls, except Clara, had been auctioned off. Some turned out to be real expensive, while others were bought for a paltry sum. Then, finally, it was Clara's turn. She became more and more amazed as the sums kept getting higher and higher, but she could see HIM bidding every now and again, until HE finally got her.
"I could tell you really wanted her, even before the bidding started." The auctioneer noted.
"Mm," Jock growled, "I've had her for so long I've kind of gotten used to her. I thought I'd try another one the last time, but it was a complete disaster, as I couldn't stop thinking of her. I've even played with the idea of not returning her for the next auction, but keeping her indefinitely ."
"You know that's against the rules; don't you?" the auctioneer snapped. "They must be returned in pristine condition and in plenty of time before the auction starts. If not, the penalties are severe. You know that?"
Jock, who had seen what had happened to those who had tried to break the rules, shuddered and nodded.
"I sure have." he said. "Don't you worry; I'll bring her back, safe and sound." He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and a length of rope from a nearby table, cuffed Clara's hands in front of her, and picked up the chain and a strap with a soft foam rubber ball in the middle. He pushed it into her mouth, and walked behind her to lock the straps together. He used the rope to pin her elbows to her sides. Then, he grabbed her arm, and led her to the parking lot, where he stopped beside a fairly beaten up old car. He opened the passenger back door, with a lot of difficulty, as it had almost completely rusted shut.
"Get in!" he ordered, before leaning in to fasten the seat belt
Sometime later they stopped outside a large house, and Jock helped her get out.
"Recognize it?" he asked, and she took a couple of deep breaths, mumbled "M-hm!" and nodded. When he saw she had tears in her eyes, he put his arm around her waist and gave her a light squeeze.
"Missed it that much, have you? Or, is it possibly me you have missed?"
Their eyes met, and the answer was fairly obvious.
Inside he guided gently her to the living room, where he sat in a high backed leather arm chair, and pulled her down onto his lap, where she remained for pretty much the rest of the night, safe in the knowledge she was where she belonged.
When she woke up the next morning, she noticed her wrists had been cuffed together in front of her, and that a chain connected the cuffs to bars on the left side of the bed, the right being pushed against the wall. She looked along her body, and saw she was dressed in her favourite pyjama onesie with feet. Oh, how she had missed it all, while she had been living at that other place.
As if he had heard her thinking about him, he suddenly appeared beside the bed.
"Good morning, sleepy head." he smiled.
"Good morning, sir." she drowsily smiled back.
"Have you slept well?" he asked in that special, soft voice she remembered so well.
"Better than for many months, sir."
"Good." He breathed in so sharply, it almost sounded as if he was sobbing.
"Ready for the day ahead?"
"Always ready, sir. As long as we're together, sir."
"That's my girl!" he let his hand lovingly run down her cheek a couple of times, before releasing her, so she could make herself ready for the day ahead.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Slowly, almost unnoticeably, they fell into kind of a routine, where Clara played the role of a female servant and cooked and did chores around the house by day, being shamelessly spoiled by Jock by night. In short, she had her wrists and ankles locked in cuffs pretty much 24/7.
Suddenly one day, Jock entered the room where Clara was. She was dressed in a pair of black patent leather sandals, a pair of white nylon pantyhose, a black knee length, velvet dress with a white tulle petticoat, a white frilly apron and lace on the collar, cuffs, and hem. A white lace bow tie held her hair together on the top of her head.
"Good morning, sir." she said and curtseyed deeply, as she always did as soon as she spoke to him when in "maid mode".
"Good morning, Clara," Jock smiled, as he always did. "Do you know what day it is tomorrow?"
"It is Sunday, August 1, sir."
"Yes, it is." Jock nodded. "Very good, Clara. What I meant was; do you know what is scheduled to happen tomorrow?"
"No, sir."
"I was supposed to return you, before the next auction." Tears started welling up in Clara's eyes, and she whined a little.
"If I may be so bold, sir; I don't want to go back, and if you force me, I'll run away!" She stomped her foot and pouted like a little girl.
Jock started laughing out loud, and grabbed her by her shoulders. "I know you don't," he said "so you might be pleased to hear that I have struck a deal with the others so I can keep you indefinitely."
"Does that mean I have to stop wearing these, stop calling you 'sir' and being a maid by day?" she held up her cuffed wrists.
"Would you want to?"
"No, sir; I wouldn't. I've become too used to it by now."
"Well then, by all means; we can keep our daily routine intact, in that case. For now, at least. Who knows what the future may bring?"
She managed to look around the room, without lifting her head much, and when she saw HIM leaning against the wall she almost sighed loudly with relief, because with HIM there, she knew everything would be alright.
Jock was taken aback, when he saw HER walking into the room together with the other girls. He, of course, had seen her before, but then she had always been dressed in pantyhose and leotards or t-shirts and jeans with her long, brown hair flowing freely around her head. Now, it had been braided and put into an elaborate doo.
The auction started, and soon all the girls, except Clara, had been auctioned off. Some turned out to be real expensive, while others were bought for a paltry sum. Then, finally, it was Clara's turn. She became more and more amazed as the sums kept getting higher and higher, but she could see HIM bidding every now and again, until HE finally got her.
"I could tell you really wanted her, even before the bidding started." The auctioneer noted.
"Mm," Jock growled, "I've had her for so long I've kind of gotten used to her. I thought I'd try another one the last time, but it was a complete disaster, as I couldn't stop thinking of her. I've even played with the idea of not returning her for the next auction, but keeping her indefinitely ."
"You know that's against the rules; don't you?" the auctioneer snapped. "They must be returned in pristine condition and in plenty of time before the auction starts. If not, the penalties are severe. You know that?"
Jock, who had seen what had happened to those who had tried to break the rules, shuddered and nodded.
"I sure have." he said. "Don't you worry; I'll bring her back, safe and sound." He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and a length of rope from a nearby table, cuffed Clara's hands in front of her, and picked up the chain and a strap with a soft foam rubber ball in the middle. He pushed it into her mouth, and walked behind her to lock the straps together. He used the rope to pin her elbows to her sides. Then, he grabbed her arm, and led her to the parking lot, where he stopped beside a fairly beaten up old car. He opened the passenger back door, with a lot of difficulty, as it had almost completely rusted shut.
"Get in!" he ordered, before leaning in to fasten the seat belt
Sometime later they stopped outside a large house, and Jock helped her get out.
"Recognize it?" he asked, and she took a couple of deep breaths, mumbled "M-hm!" and nodded. When he saw she had tears in her eyes, he put his arm around her waist and gave her a light squeeze.
"Missed it that much, have you? Or, is it possibly me you have missed?"
Their eyes met, and the answer was fairly obvious.
Inside he guided gently her to the living room, where he sat in a high backed leather arm chair, and pulled her down onto his lap, where she remained for pretty much the rest of the night, safe in the knowledge she was where she belonged.
When she woke up the next morning, she noticed her wrists had been cuffed together in front of her, and that a chain connected the cuffs to bars on the left side of the bed, the right being pushed against the wall. She looked along her body, and saw she was dressed in her favourite pyjama onesie with feet. Oh, how she had missed it all, while she had been living at that other place.
As if he had heard her thinking about him, he suddenly appeared beside the bed.
"Good morning, sleepy head." he smiled.
"Good morning, sir." she drowsily smiled back.
"Have you slept well?" he asked in that special, soft voice she remembered so well.
"Better than for many months, sir."
"Good." He breathed in so sharply, it almost sounded as if he was sobbing.
"Ready for the day ahead?"
"Always ready, sir. As long as we're together, sir."
"That's my girl!" he let his hand lovingly run down her cheek a couple of times, before releasing her, so she could make herself ready for the day ahead.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Slowly, almost unnoticeably, they fell into kind of a routine, where Clara played the role of a female servant and cooked and did chores around the house by day, being shamelessly spoiled by Jock by night. In short, she had her wrists and ankles locked in cuffs pretty much 24/7.
Suddenly one day, Jock entered the room where Clara was. She was dressed in a pair of black patent leather sandals, a pair of white nylon pantyhose, a black knee length, velvet dress with a white tulle petticoat, a white frilly apron and lace on the collar, cuffs, and hem. A white lace bow tie held her hair together on the top of her head.
"Good morning, sir." she said and curtseyed deeply, as she always did as soon as she spoke to him when in "maid mode".
"Good morning, Clara," Jock smiled, as he always did. "Do you know what day it is tomorrow?"
"It is Sunday, August 1, sir."
"Yes, it is." Jock nodded. "Very good, Clara. What I meant was; do you know what is scheduled to happen tomorrow?"
"No, sir."
"I was supposed to return you, before the next auction." Tears started welling up in Clara's eyes, and she whined a little.
"If I may be so bold, sir; I don't want to go back, and if you force me, I'll run away!" She stomped her foot and pouted like a little girl.
Jock started laughing out loud, and grabbed her by her shoulders. "I know you don't," he said "so you might be pleased to hear that I have struck a deal with the others so I can keep you indefinitely."
"Does that mean I have to stop wearing these, stop calling you 'sir' and being a maid by day?" she held up her cuffed wrists.
"Would you want to?"
"No, sir; I wouldn't. I've become too used to it by now."
"Well then, by all means; we can keep our daily routine intact, in that case. For now, at least. Who knows what the future may bring?"