The mansion M/f

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The mansion M/f

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The door swung open, and a young man entered. He was dressed in a pair of knee high boots, blue jeans, a light blue t-shirt, and a black hooded cape. He was holding the end of a chain in one hand. The other end was locked to a pair of handcuffs, which in turn were locked onto a girl's wrists. She was dressed in an ankle long, long sleeved, high necked, crimson velvet dress with lace on the stiff collar and cuffs, and adorned with gold and silver decorations. Her hair was covered in a sheer veil, and another covered the lower part of her face, so the only thing you could really see, were her big dark eyes.
They walked over to a man sitting in a high backed chair, looking out the window. He was dressed in a long sleeved shirt with frills on the collar, chest and cuffs, a pair of tight fitting, dark blue velvet trousers.
The young man put his hand on his chest, and bowed deeply.
"I have brought you what you so desired, my lord Angleforth!" he said, and bowed deeply again.
"Ah; young master Gurmain! At long last!" lord Angleforth cried out, and smiled a condescending smile. He waved two fingers, to let them know he wanted them to come closer. When they had, he got to his feet, and put a finger under the girl's cheek, gently lifting her face up.
"You look more and more like your dear mother every day!" he smiled. "How old are you now, child?"
Instead of an answer, she only produced a series of unintellible grunts.
Lord Angleforth lifted the veil covering the girl's face and gasped when he saw the ball pushed between the girl's teeth and held in place by leather straps.
"Why is she gagged?" he growled. "And handcuffed? And dressed like this, come to think of it?"
"Ah; the cuffs, gag and costume you mean, my lord?" Gurmain stuttered. "Well, you see, my lord; she was a bit reluctant to come, and told me, and the world, so. So I had to gag and cuff her, to keep my sanity. And I thought it appropriate to dress her like this."
"Well, she has always had a mind of her own." lord Angleforth sighed. Then he turned his attention to the girl and said: "Now, Sonya; I will remove the gag on one condition; you will answer my questions, and nothing else. Agreed?"
The girl looked down at her feet for a second or two, before looking him straight in the eyes and nodding.
"Good girl!" Lord Angleforth reached behind her head and undid the clasp, holding the ball in place.

Lord Angleforth took the chain from Gurmain's hand and waved for him get another chair and leave them alone. When they were alone, he said; "Sit down, and tell me all about it, Sonya."
"Well," Sonya hesitantly began her story, "it all began this afternoon. When I returned from school, I found cousin Gurry waiting for me. He told me you would like to see me to discuss some urgent matter. When I refused to come, he forced me to change into this outfit, before gagging and cuffing me, and dragging me out the door and across town. People must have thought we were a couple of wackos, or something."
"Well; I have to admit I would too, had I not known about his flair for the dramatic. Which he must have inherited from me, by the way." Then, he looked at the clock which stood on the mantelpiece.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize it was that late!" he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. "Would you mind staying for supper?"
"No, not at all. But what was so urgent you had to kidnap me, uncle?"
"Oh, nothing really; I just wanted to know what your plans were for the summer? But that can wait until after we've eaten."

After dinner, which Sonya managed to eat with her wrists still cuffed together, they went back into the salon, to have some tea.
"Uncle?" Sonya hesitantly asked, when she had finished.
"Yes, child?"
"Would you mind cuffing my wrists behind my back, for a while?"
"Of course not, child!" Lord Angleforth took a set of keys from his pocket, unlocked one of her cuffs, and relocked it behind her back.
"Now, about this summer," he began, as he sat back down in his high backed leather chair.
Thus began a planning session, which only ended when Sonya started yawning, and they both realized it was quite late.
"Everything in your room is as you left it, the last time you were here, child. If you want to spend the night?"

He escorted her to her room upstairs, and unlocked the cuffs keeping her wrists together.
"Shall I call you or Gurry, when I'm ready?" she asked, as she headed for the chest of drawers to get a Flannel footy pyjama.
"As I know you're quick, I can prepare your bed, and wait here." her uncle said.

Sonya took the tartan pyjama under her arm and quickly went into the bathroom, where she very hastily, but nevertheless thoroughly, did what she had to do, and came back out. Meanwhile, her uncle had strapped leather cuffs to the four bed posts, and three leather belts to the of the frame.
"Oh, uncle!" she cried, when she saw what he had done. "You remember? That is exactly how I want it done, when I'm here!"
"Oh, come on! I might be old, but my memory is still pretty much intact!"
"Sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like that." she looked genuinely sorry. "Shall we begin?"
"Apology accepted! See you in the morning!" He took a custom made canvas hood from the bed side table, and pulled it over her head. He adjusted it so it was snug, and buckled it behind her head. She could not see, hear nor speak as long as she had it on.
He helped her lie down on her back on the bed, and tightened the straps as much as he dared. Then he first put his hand gently on her stomach and held it there for a minute or two, before placing it on the side of her head, which was his way of saying 'Good Night', when she was hooded.

The next morning, Sonya and her uncle sat in the breakfast room. She was back in her dress, her wrists once again cuffed in front of her.
"I bet you're dying to get home now; aren't you?" the old man said with a gentle smile.
"Not particularly, but as I have to go to school tomorrow, I'm going to have to."
"Well, it won't be long until we meet again."
"No. And I've already started longing!"
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Post by WyattW5 »

A really enjoyable beginning.
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Post by Wheezy »

Interesting, waiting to see where this goes. Great start so far.
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