When Carla went to university, she lodged with her sister and her husband as they, conveniently, lived in the same city as the uni. Hana and Rory had quite an active social life which suited Carla as she would either be in her room studying when there were guests or, when her landlords were out, she would have the run of the house apart from the study which was kept locked.
Carla could not recall a time when she had not been tying herself up and this particular Friday evening, Hana had said they would be home probably sometime after 1am.
This left plenty of time for some fun so Carla took her plastic bag full of goodies from the bottom of her wardrobe and quickly stripped off her clothes before going down to the kitchen to grab the timer. Once in the lounge with its polished wood flooring, the excited girl tipped out the contents of her bag onto the floor and placed the timer beside her as she sat down feeling the initial chill of the wood on her buttocks.
From the items on the floor beside her, she took a pair of cotton briefs which she stuffed into her mouth and secured in place with a scarf tied around her head. Next, she used clothes line to tightly bind her ankles and also her legs just above the knees. This was the point at which she set the timer for ninety minutes. When the handcuffs were in place and she had thrown the key out of reach, she would be helpless until the timer rang. The key to the handcuffs was on a ring attached to a wooden sphere which would be relatively easy to feel for when blindfold. Carla threw the sphere and noted where it landed before tying another scarf around her eyes.
Her legs were now tightly secured and she was in darkness listening to the tick tick of the timer. She was becoming increasingly worked up as she took the cold steel handcuffs in one hand and lay face down on the floor. With her nipples pressed hard against the floor it was not too difficult to snap the handcuffs in place thus rendering her helpless in her sister’s lounge.
When the timer sounded, she would slither around on the floor in the general direction of the key until she felt the wooden ball. By this time, she would be covered in perspiration and her moist pussy would have deposited evidence of hot girl onto the floor. Her carrier bag contained a cloth which she would use to clean the floor before taking her toys upstairs and falling into bed.
Back when Carla lived with her parents she had regularly been in all sorts of restraint, some of them painful, when her parents were absent. Her slim body had been naked and chained in the lounge, utility room or the garage or even the garden.
Of course the underwear in her mouth was already soaking up copious amounts of saliva some of which dripped out of the side of her mouth and ran down her chin and onto the floor. It is almost impossible for a bound body not to struggle; it instinctively tries to get free even though Carla knew that this was impossible and she would be as she was until her ninety minute sentence had been served. Her breasts were being uncomfortably pressed into the hard floor and her arms and legs were waving about in as far as they could against their bondage. She was making all sorts of groaning sounds and was aware that her hair, in disarray, was becoming damp with perspiration and falling over her blindfolded eyes as well as sticking uncomfortably to her face.
Such situations always fed the imagination and Carla’s mind was filling with a laughing crowd of pervy men enjoying the sight of her writhing body. She knew that, at any moment, one of them could take advantage of her and she would feel thick hot fingers groping her breasts or….hatefully…probing her most sensitive area prior to having his wicked way with her. Her vaginal muscles were already flexing completely of their own accord and her fingers were wriggling in a futile attempt to caress her pussy and bring some relief to the tension which was building within.
Despite the noises which the bound prisoner was making, the slamming of the car door sounded like a pistol shot and she froze with her heart pounding even faster than it had been before. It could have been a car in the road but then there was a second slam – it sounded as if it were on the drive. Visitors? Burglars?
She was frozen in terror but there was absolutely nothing which she could do. It normally took a few minutes of rolling around on the floor just to find the handcuff key. Now there was no mistaking the sound of the key in the front door. She tried to remember whether the door to the hallway was closed or open.
It was definitely Hana’s voice although the bound girl did not register what was being said. But she did note that whatever was being said cut off in mid-stream. She could imagine her sister standing in the doorway…..or, even worse, Rory taking in her bare behind and her generally disheveled state.
And then Hana began to laugh uproariously. It was exactly the same laugh which had been used years ago when a very young Carla said something which she thought clever and big sister knew was stupid, naïve and ridiculous. The laughter just went on and on as Carla thrashed about irrationally trying to break free and grunting into her gag to be released.
Carla had not heard approaching footsteps but she did feel hands pulling off her blindfold.
“I knew I was right. You do look (laughter) a frightful sight.”
She stared up at her sister and grunted even louder for the gag to come off. From her prone position, Carla had no view of Rory but he had to be nearby which was a mortifying thought.
Hana dragged the gag scarf up over her sister’s head but, if she detected the now soaked lingerie, she made no move to touch it. Using her tongue, Carla managed to spit out the pink cotton dishcloth (that’s what it looked like) onto the floor and she worked her aching jaw back into life.
Curiosity drove Carla to twist her body around looking for Rory who was in the doorway looking shocked and bewildered. That was when Carla realized that changing her position had just given him a good flash of her breast as she twisted her body in his direction. Instinctively she curled into a ball to hide her breasts and her even more secret parts but now her buttocks were angled straight at him. Nature designed the female body in such a way that she cannot hide all her sensitive areas at the same time in fact Carla realized that, even though her legs were tied together, her vulva would be clearly on show between her thighs. Peeping back over her shoulder, she saw that Rory was no longer in sight.
Nodding towards the handcuff key which she could now see on the floor, Carla asked her sister if she could uncuff her. As a grinning big sister unlocked the handcuffs and then began to remove the ropes from Carla’s legs (leaving the inevitable deep wheals in the skin) she explained that, as they were driving towards their friend’s house, the friend sent a text message postponing the dinner due to a family emergency.
Carla gently helped Carla to her feet saying that she was sure her little sister would be anxious to go to bed but then, without warning, she locked a handcuff onto Carla’s right wrist.
“It only seems fair as you were a long way short of the timer ringing.”
While Carla was assimilating this turn of events, she found her left arm grabbed and the cuffs applied in front of her.
“Come on. I’ll walk you upstairs.”
Carla said that she had intended to put on her pajamas for the night and she could not do this while handcuffed but Hana had an easy answer to that situation.
“You’ll be sleeping naked tonight in fact you might not be dressing until Monday morning. It’ll give you a chance to get used to Rory seeing your cute little body on a regular basis which will be horrible in one way but you know it’ll also be really be delicious for you won’t it.”
Carla took a very long time to get to sleep that night.
She found herself awake around 6am and she lay there contemplating her plight. Would they really keep her completely naked all weekend? And the thought of Rory seeing her every private asset almost made her mind shut down……and yet Hana had been right that there was a wicked thrill.
As she lay there with all these thoughts chasing themselves around her head, she lost track of time so she was totally unprepared when the door suddenly opened and in came, not just Hana but also Rory.
Rory was dressed in normal casual weekend clothes but Hana wore an American style prison uniform. Her feet were bare and she wore loose fitting trousers and a baggy, short sleeved smock. The orange fabric was very thin so that Hana’s very erect nipples were plainly visible. Without ceremony or warning, Rory grabbed the bedcovers and pulled them back to expose the naked and handcuffed girl beneath. Her cuffed hands made simultaneous covering breasts and pubis impossible so Carla’s hands went to her pussy.
Hana spoke.
“You will be wanting a shower especially as there was not time for one after your exertions yesterday. In fact you stink. As we are easing you in gently, it will be me and not Rory who helps you this time.”
Carla tried to say that she was quite able to wash herself but it was made clear that this was not an option. Hana walked beside her victim with her arm on Carla’s forearm and Rory followed very close behind just a few feet from Carla’s neat buttocks.
In the bathroom, Rory perched on the side of the bath while Hana turned on the shower and nodded for Carla to enter the spray still handcuffed. It was Hana who rubbed the shampoo into Carla’s hair and Hana who washed every part of her body spending more time than was necessary “underneath”.
Things were beginning to come clear in Carla’s mind. For Hana and Rory to already own such a thing as a prison uniform it was obvious that they were not quite as vanilla and conventional as they had always appeared. Carla wondered if the kink were genetic but she pondered the fact that some latent quirk in the two girls may have been kicked into life by their shared upbringing. It had been a loving, caring homelife but their mother had been very keen to protect her daughters. It is entirely natural for any growing girl to perhaps sit in an unladylike way on the sofa displaying tomorrow’s laundry or to be a bit careless if her dressing gown happens to fall open after a shower but, for Hana and Carla, her mother’s catchphrase ran like a thread through their growing years.
“Cover yourself up this minute.”
Of course Mummy had only been teaching her girls decent habits but it did heighten the forbidden thrill of exposure.
After the shower, Hana dried her sister with a big fluffy bath towel, all under Rory’s inspection, and they went downstairs for breakfast and for the rest of Carla’s day of humiliation. The first time that she attempted to on the sofa after breakfast Rory told her quite firmly that naughty girls in punishment do not get to use the sofa – they sit only on the floor with their legs wide apart at all times. Modesty is a privilege which must be earned. Carla was an adult and, of course, in theory could have protested but that possibility just did not seem to be within reach.
The three of them each spent Saturday in their own ways. Hana, still barefoot and in her orange uniform, did domestic chores all day including cooking and serving lunch. Rory sat in the lounge with his laptop doing the things which a small businessman has to do and Carla, after asking permission, brought a book from her room and did reading for her course. Of course she was only a few feet from Rory and he was taking full advantage of the view of her naked charms.
They ate lunch at table with Rory seated directly opposite Carla who was constantly aware of his eyes feasting on her exposed breasts.
During lunch Rory looked at his wife.
“Why don’t you tell your sister how a bad girl eats her meals Hana?”
Hana was visibly embarrassed and her head slightly dipped as she replied.
“Sometimes I have to be chained up on the garage floor and I have my meals out there.”
The afternoon and evening passed much like the morning with Hana constantly working. As the clock approached 9pm, Rory again addressed his wife.
“9pm lockup.”
He stood up and motioned for Hana to stand before him.
“Take off your clothes please.”
Hana was obviously accustomed to Rory’s dominance but her face briefly showed outrage.
“I haven’t done anything. Why do I have to be naked?”
She must have known that dissent was bound to have consequences but Carla could not be certain whether her question was genuine or a deliberate provocation to some delicious penalty.
Rory took a pair of handcuffs from his trouser pocket.
“I was going to cuff your hands in front but not now. Get your clothes off girl.”
With a face like a pouty pre-teen, Hana pulled her smock up over her head and then dragged down her trousers which had an elasticated waistband. To Carla it seemed surreal to see her big sister standing naked and exposed and ready to be handcuffed. Rory ordered Hana to turn around and, none too gently, he cuffed her wrists behind her back. Then he waved Carla towards a set of drawers set against a wall and told her to find a pair of shackles; this caused Hana to make a sort of noise again like a disgruntled teen complaining that it’s not fair.
Carla took the shiny leg irons from the drawer and Rory told her to “do the honours”. Carla knelt on the floor, displaying her behind to Rory, and clicked the shackles onto her sister’s ankles.
With Rory now satisfied, all three of them went upstairs and Rory took a small bunch of keys from his pocket to unlock “the study”. Of course, my gentle reader will have realised that it was not a study. It was, in fact, a small box room with a bucket in one corner and bare boards on the floor. In the centre of the space lay a cheap blue plastic mattress on the floor. From the outside, the study window appeared to have a white blind but, on the inside, there was a piece of board cut to shape and painted white. The board had four vertical slits cut into it to allow a small amount of whatever light was outside. Now, the slits admitted just a weak moonlight.
Rory slammed the door shut and they heard the sound of the key in the lock. There was nothing to do apart from sink down together on the mattress. Carla had now been in handcuffs for over 24 hours and it was going to be a very long night squeezed against her naked sister on the single mattress but she was grateful not to have her hands cuffed behind her back like Hana.
