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Another test for Bree, it's very interesting to see how she copes with a different way of life. It must be better than life on the streets, she just has to get her head around her new friends lifestyles. Can she do it, she certainly is determined and creative. Perhaps in the near future, everything will fit into place. ?
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Tieup1 wrote: 2 years ago Another test for Bree, it's very interesting to see how she copes with a different way of life. It must be better than life on the streets, she just has to get her head around her new friends lifestyles. Can she do it, she certainly is determined and creative. Perhaps in the near future, everything will fit into place. ?
Totally agree! :)
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I have to admit that my heart melted when I read Brie saying "I smiled."

It's so good Brie is getting a break. Good people, good place to stay, and now the chance to tie somebody up, after spending the previous chapters being the one tied up or just as an spectator.

Go Brie!
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Tieup1 wrote: 2 years ago Another test for Bree, it's very interesting to see how she copes with a different way of life. It must be better than life on the streets, she just has to get her head around her new friends lifestyles. Can she do it, she certainly is determined and creative. Perhaps in the near future, everything will fit into place. ?
Yeah, Bree is getting tested a lot, or at least that is how she experiences it. For her, this is definitely more comfortable than on the streets, but she's still weary (which is maybe still justified?).
Caesar73 wrote: 2 years ago That was so delightful to read [mention]Beaumains[/mention] :) My favourite Part the first Third. Aoife offering payment to Bree and the Surprise of Bree when she opened the envelope. She seems still not used to her new world, because she thinks about using the money as the foundation for her Saftey Deposit, which was stolen from her a couple of chapters ago.

Also very well written: Her Hesitation what materials she should use to tie up Aoife.

But it seems that Bree is adjusting step by step to her new life.
Thanks a lot! That chapter was also a lot of fun to write. I am glad a bit of character development (the first third) was able to entertain you as much as the bondage.
Mineira1986 wrote: 2 years ago I have to admit that my heart melted when I read Brie saying "I smiled."

It's so good Brie is getting a break. Good people, good place to stay, and now the chance to tie somebody up, after spending the previous chapters being the one tied up or just as an spectator.

Go Brie!
Thanks! I am not sure that in this universe (opposed to yours) being the rigger is the highest possible achievement as some people just like being tied up. But it was a nice change of pace to let Bree do the tying.

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It was 7 o’clock in the morning, but habitually, I was already up and going. I did not have particular plans but was used to making the most of the light a day offered. The first signs of the new sun were already visible.

“Mornin’ Bree,” Aoife yawned. “Your lights’re burning. Care for a run?”

I had to think for a second: Did I want to wear myself out? Today, I was reasonably confident I would have food and a place to sleep, so that excuse had vanished. “Eh, sure, but I’ll hold you up.”

“No problem. It’s quite warm this morning, and only by training you’ll learn to keep up.”

“Gimme a moment. Let me change,” I replied. Knowing what lay ahead eased the decision, and after yesterday, Aoife scared me less. In general, this strange mansion felt less of a threat. Their unhealthy obsession with tie-ups and nudity was still way out of my comfort zone, but they had convinced me that their intentions were not to exploit me. It was their style of living. Completing the less humiliating and weird tasks, like going on a run with Aoife, would give me enough credit to decline something once in a while. But, I had to be careful: They could hurl me back on the streets every moment, whatever they promised.

Clad in the same lime-green shirt and black running shorts as two days back, I greeted Aoife in the hallway, where she handed me the pair of pink trainers. “Ready? Mistress left a challenge today.” She gave me a note.

Aoife, During your daily run, you will be cuffed to your new roommate. Moreover, you will do the obstacle course route.

“Oh, but she also left this,” Aoife said, handing me a second note.

If Bree declines or is not joining you today, run the usual route.

“It’s completely your choice. Don’t feel pressured.”

“Eh,” I mumbled. “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

Aoife’s big green eyes twinkled. “If ya deem it bad, ya don’t go. Simple as that. You ain’t forced to do anything.”

I experienced it differently.

“Shit, girl. Don’t look at me like that. I’m being honest. Asking you to do anything you don’t want would be fucked up. We have a very imbalanced power relation because you are, eh,”

“Homeless, I know.”

Aoife had darted around my reality as if it was a foul word.

“Yeah, asking you to do bondage or be nude would likely be illegal. So, really, the choice is yours. Being tied together is annoying, and the obstacle course is a challenge, but...”

“Thanks.” I had to distill her words first. The unhealthy sex-in-exchange-for-a-life scheme had attracted many desperate souls in similar situations, but I had vowed to avoid them. Still, a similar atmosphere hung here. “I’ll give it a try.”

“Okay, cool!” Aoife cheered, somehow happy she would run chained to me. “Which arm do you want to have cuffed? Left or right?”

“Left please,” I uttered without much thought. Aoife fastened a piece of leather around her right wrist, locked it with a tiny padlock, and connected it to a chain with another padlock. These were not toys. The locks were proper, requiring a key (or truthfully, they seemed ordinary and could be opened easily without a key). Aoife then applied the same procedure to my left wrist such that our hands would never be separated by more than two feet.

Aoife photographed the first note and her locked wrist locks. “Mind if I picture the chain? It will feature your hand and arm, but without tats and scars, you’re unrecognizable.”

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, glad she asked. This decreased the odds my previous adventures had been filmed and sold on dozens of websites. Again, Aoife emphasized I was in control.

“Awesome,” Aoife thanked. “My subscribers already know I have a new roommate. The pics Cecilia took of what you did to me yesterday and that otherworldly drawing were also credited to you. Of course, I did not share your name or circumstances.”

I nodded, and Aoife opened the door, ready to step in the November cold butt-naked. She pulled me out and accelerated to full speed, almost jerking my arm off. “Sorry, let’s go!” she apologized. “It’s cold.”

We took off once more, and the red-haired girl expertly navigated the narrow paths, holding her right arm steadily behind her. This allowed me to remain behind her and not smash into trees and bushes, which were hard to spot at this hour. The night’s shadows still danced here.

“Come on, almost there!” she shouted. “Prepare yourself.” Her voice was excited and fair as my lungs and legs suffered greatly. I was far from ready. I had expected an almost military obstacle course where I could give up before the first wall, but it was doable. It started off with a balance beam over a muddy pool, and only a few feet high, it was far from scary. Falling would mean being drenched in freezing mud, and Aoife would come down with me. Yikes. Luckily, we traversed it effortlessly.

Next, we hopped over a series of three-foot-high wooden fences. Aoife leaped over them like a young deer while I stepped over them. We crawled through some metal pipes, which the handcuffs made awkward. Aoife went ahead, and despite her carefulness, my face almost bumped into her bare ass. She did not notice, and I wanted to avoid a scene. Without saying a word, she hauled me under thick wooden beams that forced me on my knees through the wet sand. Grains stuck to my legs and arms, making me feel dirty. On the streets, avoiding dirt was the key to hygiene. At best, you showered once a week.

“That ‘as the easy part,” Aoife announced, having lost some of her enthusiasm. Goosebumps covered her limps, and although she would not mention it, my slow pace irritated her. I understood her. I was also cold, preferring to go right back inside or put on some sweaters and a jacket. But, well, we were ordered to this, so we continued. I expected she would be punished otherwise.

A cargo net was next. The fifteen feet of vertical madness were easy to climb, but staring down, I felt dizzy. Falling would mean breaking my leg. Aoife had been right. She pulled me over the edge of the wooden platform with one arm wrapped around her bare belly and her legs together to shield her vagina. When I rose, the wind surged past my arms and legs. Aoife prepared for the next terrifying stage.

A rope swing.

She pulled the rope forward and explained we had to grab the cargo net on the other side. I was nervous, knowing the chances of succeeding were slim. I was exhausted, and it had gone too quick for me to even consider saying no.

“Ready?”

My hands clamped the thick rope below Aoife’s, and we jumped on three. We fell towards the water, and my hands grasped the rope. In the free fall, it had lost its tension. Then, my arms had to support my weight and counter the gravity at once. Absolutely hopeless. They failed. My palms slipped past the hemp, and the cuffs pushed my left wrist up for a brief moment. Aoife could never lift us both. I touched the water first, and the Irish girl plunged on my back, pushing me in deeper. The light faded in the unclean, frosty water.

I pushed my legs up – it had been years since the last time I had swum – and I was almost surprised I had not died. I was hyperventilating.

“BREE!” Aoife screeched. “Thank God, are you okay?”

I had trouble staying above water, and some entered my lungs.

“C’mon, let’s get you out,” Aoife said calmly. Her panic had already been replaced by rationality to address the crisis. The cold water had little effect on her. “I grab you. Don’t fight me.” She seized my midriff and pulled me on my back, steering me towards the muddy shore of the puddle. I crawled out in my soaked, filthy clothes with Aoife on my side. She was laughing, probably her way of coping with stress. Soon, cold replaced the adrenaline. “Are you hurt?”

I bobbed my head.

“Can you run back?”

I nodded. I had feared we would have to finish the obstacle course, but Aoife had decided to disobey Cecilia and Ambrose. The half-mile back was cold and miserable, and she escorted me to a shower outside the house. Warm water dripped over our filthy, freezing bodies. For once, Aoife was correctly nude while I was showering clothed. The temperate water made me human again.
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what a test!
Glad both weren't hurt! I'd vote for better safety procedures, however. Awesome read!
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Well that was unexpected - another challenge for Bree, and can see the friendship growing as she shows her concern for Aoife after the 'failure' on the cargo net.
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Nice.

Very standard obstacle course... but running cuffed to a partner is a whole other thing. Really believable stuff: Bree has no experience with it, no experience running cuffed to a naked partner and I'm not sure if Aoife has done it cuffed to somebody else either.

I like that people are kind to Bree. Aoife is risking a punishment by deciding to help her in the first place. I hope she can become a true friend to Bree.
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[mention]Beaumains[/mention] whenever I read one of your chapters I am always fascinated by two things: Your Creativity and your ability to le t us readers take Part in the feelings of the Characters. In this one too: The Obstacle Course was a classic, but what fascinated me truly was to read about Bree´s still ambivalent feelings to her new life. And the Jump is a great one for her: Since many a year she is used to living on the Street and to get accustomed to a new way of life must be difficult. Well done!
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Nainur wrote: 2 years ago what a test!
Glad both weren't hurt! I'd vote for better safety procedures, however. Awesome read!
Thanks a lot!
Mineira1986 wrote: 2 years ago Nice.

Very standard obstacle course... but running cuffed to a partner is a whole other thing. Really believable stuff: Bree has no experience with it, no experience running cuffed to a naked partner and I'm not sure if Aoife has done it cuffed to somebody else either.

I like that people are kind to Bree. Aoife is risking a punishment by deciding to help her in the first place. I hope she can become a true friend to Bree.
Thanks. Spoiler alert: Aoife being punished is only Bree's conclusion, not something that will likely happen. Having her punished for not risking her safety or well-being would not be good.

Also, that obstacle course should not be too hard. Aoife and others should be able to complete it with a little handicap ;)
Caesar73 wrote: 2 years ago [mention]Beaumains[/mention] whenever I read one of your chapters I am always fascinated by two things: Your Creativity and your ability to le t us readers take Part in the feelings of the Characters. In this one too: The Obstacle Course was a classic, but what fascinated me truly was to read about Bree´s still ambivalent feelings to her new life. And the Jump is a great one for her: Since many a year she is used to living on the Street and to get accustomed to a new way of life must be difficult. Well done!
Thank you very much for your kind words! The difference in feelings comes partly from the first-person perspective that I chose for this story. It makes one much more involved with the characters, at the cost of the ability to switch perspectives or note anything outside your protagonist's view. It is fairly restrictive, but for this story with some mystery and not wanting to tell to much about the intention's of others, it's a fun choice.
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Having run many an obstacle course in my younger military days, much of it I could not see performed attached to a partner. But some, I could. Makes for interesting thinking. Was the course designed with this in mind? Or was this entirely an invention of Aoife? In any event, it was very thought provoking and interesting to read.
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Another very interesting read. I really feel for Bree, she has been through so many challenges, and ordeals, yet she has always been brave, and honest. I hope she finds the lifestyle to suit her. :)
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GreyLord wrote: 2 years ago Having run many an obstacle course in my younger military days, much of it I could not see performed attached to a partner. But some, I could. Makes for interesting thinking. Was the course designed with this in mind? Or was this entirely an invention of Aoife? In any event, it was very thought provoking and interesting to read.
Obstacle courses come in all sorts and sizes, and although the obstacles look serious, a small change makes them almost trivial. For example, the fences they hopped over were only three feet high, which (I suppose) would be a joke in the real military. This course was designed with this exact challenge in mind, but people who are not entirely fit are have a little handicap, should still be able to do it. So maybe it is more like something in a park than military.
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Here's another update. I hope y'all will enjoy it.

Also, we reached the 75k views. That's way too much to comprehend for me.
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The warm bathwater kissed my bare skin, a thick layer of bubbly foam floated atop, and lavender and roses floated through the air. It was a scene from a romantic movie or a millionaire’s hotel room. A dream that was now a reality. I loved it. This was heaven. I had been here for at least half an hour, and although the water was cooling down, I was not leaving soon. The disastrous morning work-out still roamed my mind as I had not seen Aoife ever since.

“Bree, breakfast,” Rachel said, knocking on the bathroom door.

I sighed. I was enjoying myself too much. “One minute, then I’m coming.”

“No problem, but I also have it with me. If you allow me to enter, you can eat here.”

The foam concealed me like a layer of fresh snow. The woman in the maid’s costume placed a tray loaded with delicacies on the edge of the bathtub. The fresh fruit, perfectly roasted toast, and orange juice were delicious. The creamy water touched my skin, which I would have sworn had dissolved it already. My life was unreasonably good.

“Luckily, you seem fine. Sorry, again, if we had known you couldn’t swim, we would not have dared you.”

“I believed I could,” I said, disappointed by myself. It had been eight years since I had been in the water. The combination of shock and coldness had stopped my brain for a moment. “Not your fault.”

Rachel sat down on the toilet seat. “You had not expected it and had to decide. We put you in that situation.”

I did not comprehend why Rachel said ‘we’. Cecilia had written that note, or did the mansion’s maid also organize these tie-ups? I refrained from asking, but something else dwelled in my mind as I enjoyed the luxurious bath. “Did Aoife get punished for failing the course?”

Rachel laughed sheepishly. “No, silly, it was a safety issue, so she had one choice. We aren’t monsters. Punishment is part of the lifestyle, so part of the profession. It used to generate content, not to pain her or even discipline her.”

At least I had not caused Aoife to suffer on a torture rack.

“Aoife is streaming all day anyway,” she added. “Boredom stream.”

“Boredom?” I was unsurprised that Aoife transmitted her private parts to the entire world.

“Yeah, doing menial jobs for hours with a bondage handicap. It makes her open up and get very direct,” Rachel smiled proudly. The format had to be successful. “Today, she’s to make a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle featuring herself in various bondage positions. She’ll detest it, which the viewers will adore.”

Those fans did not care about their idol. Rachel grinned, and I noticed my mouth had dropped. I understood nothing about this world. Why would anyone do that voluntarily? I nodded.

“But, there’s also a challenge for you.”



I smirked in the mirror, wearing the outfit that Rachel had selected. The white jeans, a black shirt, a blue jean jacket, and to top it, a black beanie made me look ordinary, not like a homeless. I loved them. Time to go to the first floor, where my task awaited.

I had never visited this room before. It was almost empty with high white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor, all spotless like a studio. Massive windows provided natural light. In the middle lay a circular red carpet, which held a wooden table and chair. I walked towards them, and the appearance of pencils and paper delighted me: drawing time. So, no tie-ups. I picked up the envelope, saying “For Bree” in curly letters. It made me feel special: Cecilia had put effort into writing my name down. I tore it open, noting the paper was scented.

Dear Bree,

Today, we want you to test your creativity. Your assignment is straightforward: Depict a scene involving a tie-up you have never encountered before. It may contain familiar elements, but the characters, outfits, and positioning should come from your imagination. To aid you, we gathered potential ideas in this box. You have all day. The best of luck.


The rose-scented paper had diverted my attention from the short note, so I read it a second and third time, and my heart rate lowered. I could do this.

I sat down and opened a cardboard box on the floor. I was not surprised to find a rope, leather cuffs, whips, chains, ball gags, other gags, metal clothespins, tape, blindfolds, and scary-looking black hood. I positioned everything on the 7-feet-wide table and realized it weirded out. Touching them was nasty. From the bottom of the box, I retrieved a stack of paper. A yellow post-it note was stuck to it.

This is merely inspiration. Please work in your preferred style. The number of creative pencil drawings of bondage is limited.

I discarded it and was greeted by a blonde girl in a white straitjacket on a brown couch, and another girl leaned against her, reading a book. The cartoonish shapes and bright colors as smooth only a computer could generate were not how I drew. Her cleave-gagged face and big blue eyes read tranquility and happiness, and maybe even love as if they formed a couple. The rise of the internet had made this style dominant, but without a computer and working on the streets, it was magical to me. I had no experience drawing on a tablet or with the software these artists used.

Next up was a scene in a train: a boy handcuffed a sleeping woman to an armrest with a grin, implying he deemed the prank funny. Further context was lacking, though I suspected he would run away with the key. I wondered whether they knew each other.

I continued through the pile, spotting a schoolboy tied to a chair in a classroom where everyone still wore uniforms. He had to be a troublemaker, trying to pierce the heavy cotton gag with his voice. I agreed with the artist: These attention-seekers deserved to be tied up.

Most of the other drawings had similar, moderate themes. There was barely any nudity or sexual innuendos even though these pictures were drawn for more than ‘inspiration.’ Cecilia and Ambrose wanted to shield me from the more obscene matters, and I did not mind. Knowing that drawings are often ten times more artistic and inventive than photographs, such tame would be a minority. Or, my hosts intended my result was less mature as well.

I sat down and deliberated: What could I do? I had to render a scene, but portraits were my specialism. Hands and faces were challenging, so that skill set me apart from other street artists. Depicting an individual from a distance seemed silly to me. They would look generic and lack character, but I did not want a portrait with a face with a gag and blindfold. None of the examples had that composition as they showed stories.

Gradually, an image formed in my head. A girl in despair was duct-taped to the ceiling. Her head would be at the top of the drawing and gaze right at whoever examined my creation. Her head would be upside down, and her hair would fall down. I had no clue if people could be taped to the ceiling, but I didn’t care. Many of the cartoonish scenes were also unrealistic. People would party underneath, staring up and carrying drinks and snacks. This would add depth.

I grasped one of the examples and sketched what I had in mind on the back. I pitied the girl, but fortunately, it was all fictional. Still, the composition was incomplete. Then I envisioned why she gazed that way: She was about to be gagged by someone before her. She would stare at that person -- whoever studied this image -- as their hands reached towards her holding a strip of tape. A small part of a ladder in the corner would finish the foreground off. I had a plan and hoped it was creative enough.

Save for the quick sketch, I flung everything in the box, snatched one of the pencils with low hardness, and began drawing the contours. The pencil itself was excellent, and the paper was thick and rough, likely a premium brand. Cecilia and Ambrose had to have bought it for me in the past few days.

I lost myself in the drawing process, and the day flew by as I included more and more details. The girl got long curly hair, and the party-goers would sit on a set of couches. I furnished and decorated the entire living room, adding paintings, a cat, a glassware cabinet, and snacks to make it homely. I had to make an art piece, so I made a piece of art. The other drawings lacked such elements and focused on the main components of the scene, but I had time. In her expression, the sheer desperation and pleas for help begged for release, but the party-goers denied her freedom. I was a monster, treating her like this, but these people would enjoy it.

“Bree, dinner’s ready,” Rachel shouted. I had lit the lamps as the sun had set, having lost all sense of time and space. Inside, it was warm, and nothing could disturb me.

“Coming,” I returned.

“Have you had lunch? Drinks?” she inquired. “It’s seven o’clock. Don’t forget to take care of yourself.” She was not angry, only worried.

“Sorry,” I apologized as we descended to the dining room.
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Great work, [mention]Beaumains[/mention]. This segment has real depth to it.
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A wonderfully deep update - reading about Bree and her passion in this context was just lovely!
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago
Also, we reached the 75k views. That's way too much to comprehend for me.
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That's huge indeed! Well earned, too. Alas, the number of comments cannot keep up with it, but this is sadly a general issue. Please, carry on. I really like the development!
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First Congratulations [mention]Beaumains[/mention] 75 K Clicks are quite the achievement.

To this Update: Bree enjoying herself in the Bathing Tube enjoying this simple creature comfort. Well done.

And then as she immersed herself totally in Drawing, forgetting the Time. Another Highlight. And the way the Idea what she would dran took shape? I enjoyed following her creative process very much.
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Another excellent chapter
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Another great chapter in a tremendously layered tale.
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Thanks a lot for all the kind words! Reading these comments is one of the best things of this forum.
Caesar73 wrote: 2 years ago And the way the Idea what she would dran took shape? I enjoyed following her creative process very much.
I am glad you liked that part. Strictly speaking, it was still bondage but it was described in an unusual way.
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Another very good chapter, Bree was obviously pleased to doing some artwork. I guess it made he feel more comfortable. Glad to see, she is enjoying herself.:)
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Tieup1 wrote: 2 years ago Another very good chapter, Bree was obviously pleased to doing some artwork. I guess it made he feel more comfortable. Glad to see, she is enjoying herself.:)
Thanks a lot!

After this chapter, there will be one more before this story ends. Maybe I will continue with some of these characters, but Bree's journey will be over.
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Five months later

Yuna’s hand rested on my shoulder. “Ready?” she yelled, trying to beat the rock music on the radio. She turned it off.

“Yeah, but I’m a little nervous. Thanks again for sacrificing your weekend for me.” I removed the seat belt and snatched the envelope from the backseat. We had been driving for 8 hours to one of the shabbiest neighborhoods of this city. Timber covered many windows, and the grass ranged from knee to hip height.

“Again, no problem. It’s been a while since I’ve been road-tripping. See ya soon. I got a surprise for you.”

“See you,” I said, suspecting ropes would follow later tonight. I stepped out of the car, forgetting the bondage immediately. I strolled through the familiar street to the previous place I had called home: A tiny wooden structure painted in hideous apple green. I hesitated before knocking on the door. Chrystal had remained kind, being the sole person to stay in touch with me. She even remembered my birthday.

The door swung open, and two arms grabbed me in a tight embrace. Chrystal’s curly black hair pressed against my cheek.

“Thank God, Bree,” she shrieked. “You’re alright. You survived. I’ve worried so so much all those years. You shouldn’t have ...”

“It’s okay, Chrys. It was my own choice. You know why.”

Only Chrystal and her parents had been willing to aid me when my foster parents departed on their world voyage. Chrystal’s father lost his job two weeks later, and thus we often lacked heat, electricity, and food. I had felt blameworthy, not being a part of the family, and had disappeared one morning, wishing it would help them pay the bills. Otherwise, I had reasoned, I would make us all homeless. I had applied for a dozen jobs and had received as many rejections. I had no car, bicycle, and connections while bearing my monstrous scar.

Chrystal wept silently in my arms, and I consoled her. At that moment, I had not realized the impact of my decision on them. If I had died, they would have blamed themselves.

Ultimately, she let me go, allowing us to scrutinize each other. Time had transformed her. Her face had aged and looked full, strong, and confident, and even though we had known each other for less than a year, we met like old friends. Indoors, I reunited with Chrystal’s family and discussed my time living rough. Omitting the worst details, I detailed how I had endured hardship and how a tremendous amount of luck and kindness had saved me eventually. Their life was still challenging, and they still struggled to come by. It was a continuous cycle of despair. Chrystal wanted to move to a place with her boyfriend, but no housing existed in her limited budget. Even fresh groceries were already too expensive.

My stomach dropped. As I had on the streets, they lacked any prospect of a better future, but I could draw decently. They had no particular skills while I had a steady income. Cecilia had been right: A fetish artist could make a good living. She had not only given me a place to live but also a network of customers. I earned more than triple what Chrystal and her parents made together.

I was grateful, but life was unfair. So, when I had to leave, I handed them an envelope with a few thousand dollars. It was a small gesture for the sacrifices they had shown to be willing to make.

My throat was sore as I traversed the broken asphalt. I phoned Yuna to pick me up, holding the trip’s goal: an old, dusty shoebox. It contained pictures of my early years and my mom, official documents, and other items dear to me. My first plushy, a tiger, still smelled the same, and I recognized my favorite drawings. A tear ran down as I trod to the car park. Yuna had not arrived yet, so I sat down on the concrete, browsing the memories I had lost. I had abandoned the box at Chrystal’s house with a note, praying it would survive. On the streets, I would have lost all forever. I tasted the salt tears in my mouth.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Yuna whispered, getting out of the car. She kneeled next to me and put her hand on my back. Not leaving, she offered me time to process my emotions and sieve through the old memories of my few happy years. I envisioned my mom’s cheerful smile, warm hugs, and untidy hair. Our house with its gigantic u-shaped couch, our backyard with its flowers in a million colors, and my own room with posters of every imaginable princess. I recalled a sense of childlike innocence. Then I closed the box and showed a weak smile before we drove off. For me, it had been worth the journey. I could not have asked Chrystal to send it as a parcel.

“I already bought take-away sushi,” Yuna mentioned after I had inhaled my nose. It had reeked fishy inside. “Let’s go to the hotel.” She was wise enough not to demand any specifics of my adventure.

It was already eight o’clock, and the sun was setting. I was drained despite sitting down all day. Yuna had to be exhausted after driving here. We reached the hotel and checked into our premium suite. Having the money and lacking many expenses, I had not skimped for today. The enormous bed with red silk sheets soon became our dining table as we drank fruity white wine. It moved my mind from the prior events while Yuna pondered about her earlier threat. After we had devoured the fish and Rachel's banana cake dessert, a mean twinkle entered her eyes.

“Are you prepared for trouble?” she invited. Her face was still composed as she prioritized my mental state over her desires. I required a distraction as otherwise, I would be miserable all night.

“Put this on,” she ordered, handing me a bag and directing me into the bathroom. It was tie-up time. We were not in a relationship, and I was not comfortable enough to be naked around her. The Green Viper had restrained me up often and knew my boundaries. I had to credit her for lifting my confidence and self-esteem.

Today’s selection consisted of a Japanese-style school uniform. I found a knee-long navy blue pleated skirt, a white shirt with a broad Egyptian blue collar, and a shiny red tie. Yuna had added matching knee-high socks, latex panties, and a bra. She had plans.

I went to the toilet (I had learned my lesson the hard way) and put the clothes on. My mirror image told me I was cute enough to seduce Yuna. Aoife would adore this outfit, although she had been tied in many similar costumes. Ironically, the only time I wore a school uniform was not in my adult high school classes. I tidied the tie, put my hair back, and left the bathroom, ready to be bound.

Only, I had not been ready.

“Aaaaaampppffh,” I exclaimed, startled.

Yuna had crept behind the door and suplexed me onto the gray, fluffy carpet with one of her infamous judo throws. I had enjoyed weekly practice sessions – which always ended up with me tied up and gagged – but could not have countered her, even if I had been prepared.

I hated being scared, and although I wanted to avoid screaming and drawing attention, my body had acted. Luckily, Yuna had already hand-gagged me.

“What kind of cutie do we have here?” she questioned, pressing her face almost into mine. “An innocent little ferret, all alone? Tonight will be fun.”

My Japanese friend grasped a rope as she pushed my back against the floor. She desired me to struggle back. Yuna loved playing with her prey and enjoyed the hunt more than the actual meal. With my back forced down, one arm kneed to the floor, and the other restricted in a rope already, so my options were limited. I rocked on my back and landed a knee against her lower back. She cursed.

“You little shit,” she lowered even further, still covering my mouth with her hand. Our noses touched. “You will pay for that.”

In one fluid movement, she spun me on my stomach and pulled my wrists together with a prepared loop. A subsequent cinch made escape already demanding, but Yuna preferred to restrict me before tying neat knots.
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That Chapter was very touching, sensible. Bree confronts her past, meeting Chrystal. The Content of the Box must mean much to Bree. And that she is generous to Chrystall and her Family shows how kind she is. Bree had gotten the Opportunity for a fresh start. Obviously she grabbed that Opportunity with both hands. Also a great moment; That Yuna is wise enough to leave Bree space.

One Part of me is sad that this Story ends, another part says: Well done [mention]Beaumains[/mention] ! And if I may say so, it seems a wise decision to end the Story for now at this Point. We learn that Bree has adjusted to her new Life. So that is a good point to end the Story.
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I haven't posted before but I've been waiting for updates to this story with bated breath. Your writing is truly incredible and I'm happy to have read it as long as I have. I can already tell that whatever story you write next will be just as good.

Thank you for such an amazing story
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I really need to start catching up on these stories (reading Caesar's epic tale at the moment).
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