What might happen at night m/f
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2020 1:55 pm
It was a cold, dark, wet and miserable winter's night. June, mid teen, average height and build, sat in an high backed, brown leather easy chair in front of the fire, reading a book, dressed in a floor length, white, floral patterned dress with a tulle petticoat, and lace on the collar and cuffs On her feet she had pink, furry slippers. The room was only lit by the fire and an oil lamp on the table beside her.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"I wonder who that can be?" she said to herself, as she put the book on the table, carefully marking the page she had just begun reading with a strip of paper, and got to her feet.
When she opened the door, she saw it was a man, slightly older than her, maybe in his early twenties, and who looked vaguely familiar. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a waist long blue corduroy jacket with a faux fur collar, a white sweatshirt, and brown shoes.
"Excuse me, miss." he said, in a well modulated, deep voice. "My car broke down, not far from here, and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call for a tow truck, to take it to the nearest service station?"
"Sure! It's right over there." she pointed towards a little table, with an old fashioned telephone, with a large receiver.
"Thanks." he smiled. "Won't be a minute!" She turned and started walking back to the living room and her book. Therefore, she never noticed him, picking up a plastic bag from his pocket, taking out a rag, and sneaking up behind her. It was only when she felt the smelly rag being pressed against her mouth and nose, that she realized something was wrong. She took a deep breath to protest, but instead lost consciousness. The man put an arm under her shoulders, and one under her knees, and carried her upstairs, and into her bed room.
When June woke up, she at first couldn't figure out where she was. When her head had cleared and she had had a proper look around, she realized she had her wrists above her head, was lying on her back in her own bed and in her own bed room. When she tried to bring them down, she noticed she couldn't. She looked up, and saw that someone had strapped leather cuffs around them. She tried moving her legs, but felt that something was cuffed around them as well, stopping them from moving. She tried looking down, but the fluffiness of the dress made it impossible to see her feet.
"Well! Good morning, sunshine!" She looked around, and saw the man who had knocked on her door.
When she tried asking him who he was, she only managed a faint "O a ou?" and she realized he must have put something in her mouth too.
"Who I am?" he sat on the side of her bed, and smiled. "You have such a short memory span, so you don't remember me?" He raised an eyebrow.
She studied his face closely, but no; she didn't have a single clue.
"I'm Sam; your BFF from a few years ago. I lived with my family a few houses down the road, and we used to play some fairly rough games, you and I. Games you actually won, for the most part. Ring a bell?"
June's eyes widened as she started to remember what sort of games he was talking about; games where they had tied each other up in every conceivable way (and some they were sure no one had ever thought of, and had found out it was for a good reason). Then, they tried to escape, sometimes with the help of their parents.
Then she remembered they had to stop in the middle of a game, as he and his family had to move to another town.
"If I remember correctly, it was my turn to immobilize you, which I have already done." Sam said, and looked at his watch. "Now; you have two choices. You either try to free yourself (I've put the keys to your cuffs where you can reach them) or you can wait for your parents to come home. But then, you will probably have a lot of explaining to do. It is up to you." He placed a card on the bed side table. "Here's where I'm staying, for the next few days. Too-de-loo"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"I wonder who that can be?" she said to herself, as she put the book on the table, carefully marking the page she had just begun reading with a strip of paper, and got to her feet.
When she opened the door, she saw it was a man, slightly older than her, maybe in his early twenties, and who looked vaguely familiar. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a waist long blue corduroy jacket with a faux fur collar, a white sweatshirt, and brown shoes.
"Excuse me, miss." he said, in a well modulated, deep voice. "My car broke down, not far from here, and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call for a tow truck, to take it to the nearest service station?"
"Sure! It's right over there." she pointed towards a little table, with an old fashioned telephone, with a large receiver.
"Thanks." he smiled. "Won't be a minute!" She turned and started walking back to the living room and her book. Therefore, she never noticed him, picking up a plastic bag from his pocket, taking out a rag, and sneaking up behind her. It was only when she felt the smelly rag being pressed against her mouth and nose, that she realized something was wrong. She took a deep breath to protest, but instead lost consciousness. The man put an arm under her shoulders, and one under her knees, and carried her upstairs, and into her bed room.
When June woke up, she at first couldn't figure out where she was. When her head had cleared and she had had a proper look around, she realized she had her wrists above her head, was lying on her back in her own bed and in her own bed room. When she tried to bring them down, she noticed she couldn't. She looked up, and saw that someone had strapped leather cuffs around them. She tried moving her legs, but felt that something was cuffed around them as well, stopping them from moving. She tried looking down, but the fluffiness of the dress made it impossible to see her feet.
"Well! Good morning, sunshine!" She looked around, and saw the man who had knocked on her door.
When she tried asking him who he was, she only managed a faint "O a ou?" and she realized he must have put something in her mouth too.
"Who I am?" he sat on the side of her bed, and smiled. "You have such a short memory span, so you don't remember me?" He raised an eyebrow.
She studied his face closely, but no; she didn't have a single clue.
"I'm Sam; your BFF from a few years ago. I lived with my family a few houses down the road, and we used to play some fairly rough games, you and I. Games you actually won, for the most part. Ring a bell?"
June's eyes widened as she started to remember what sort of games he was talking about; games where they had tied each other up in every conceivable way (and some they were sure no one had ever thought of, and had found out it was for a good reason). Then, they tried to escape, sometimes with the help of their parents.
Then she remembered they had to stop in the middle of a game, as he and his family had to move to another town.
"If I remember correctly, it was my turn to immobilize you, which I have already done." Sam said, and looked at his watch. "Now; you have two choices. You either try to free yourself (I've put the keys to your cuffs where you can reach them) or you can wait for your parents to come home. But then, you will probably have a lot of explaining to do. It is up to you." He placed a card on the bed side table. "Here's where I'm staying, for the next few days. Too-de-loo"