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REST OF SUNDAY Hi, it’s me, Lana. Sorry I got back to you all so late. But, when Lois and I woke up we were still shackled to the bed. We yelled for Clark, but he didn’t come right away. When he did come, he unlocked us, then told us to go shower. We did, and while in the shower we played with each other, all soapy, inserting our fingers into each others vaginas and anuses, played with each others clit until we both orgasmed. We rinsed off, dried off and went back to my room. Clark was waiting. He told me to lie down on the bed again, and relocked me to it so I couldn’t go anywhere. He told Lois to get dressed and go down and talk to our folks. I looked at my clock, and it read 0930. When she came back it was 1000. She stood over me, still with her clothes on, holding up the key to my locks in her hand, smiling. I asked her what was going on, but she didn’t say anything. She unlocked my ankles, then took my hand and led me to Clark’s room. Clark wasn’t there, but Lois seemed to know exactly what to do. She put cuffs on my wrists and locked them behind my back, put cuffs on my ankles but left them unlocked. She put a collar one me, gagged me, attached a chain to the ring on the collar under my chin, blindfolded me, then attached the nipple clamps. Last, she tied a single rope around my waist, and pulled the end from the front, into my clit, between my labia, up the crack of my bottom, and yanked it up to make it as tight as it could be, then tied it off in the back. I felt a tug on the collar, and I had to follow her. She led me downstairs. I heard the TV, so I knew it was the TV room. My mom and dad began talking to me, telling me that I must do whatever Lois tells me to do. She is now my “mistress.” I now knew I was the only one naked in the entire household. I must have blushed a thousand different kinds of red, being naked in front of my folks, Clark, and Lois, while they were all fully clothed. Lois led me around the house for a while, just for the fun of it. Then, she led me outside. She pulled me around the large yard, my bare feet feeling every little piece of grass. Finally she stopped, unlocked my wrists, then pushed me against a tree. There she pulled my wrists around the tree and locked them there. She then did the same to my ankles. I could barely move. I felt a soft hand against my bare bottom, a finger moving the rope aside and being slowly pushed inside my anus. Another finger went into my vagina. I could do nothing. I moved with the rhythm of the fingers being moved in and out, but as I was just about to reach orgasm, they stopped and pulled out. I screamed through my gag at frustration. Next, I felt a very hard sting against my bottom. She said it was a wooden paddle with holes in it, which makes it hurt more. Every swat became harder until I was literally screaming through my gag (as good as I could scream) and tears soaked into my blindfold. Soon I was rubbing against the tree, and as a final whack smacked into my bottom I orgasmed. Lois unlocked my wrists and ankles, then relocked my wrists behind my back, and locked my ankles together. She led me, my hopping all the way, back up to my room. There she lay me on my bed and ran a chain from my ankle cuffs to the foot rail so I couldn’t get up. She left be blindfolded and gagged, and the nipple clamps on. I lay there in total excitement. I didn’t know what was coming next. Finally, she said her mom was here, and she would see me soon. She came over and kissed me on my forehead, and on my clit. The next thing I knew, my blindfold was removed and there stood my parents and Clark, just looking at me. I looked at my clock, and it read 1230. They told me I would remain the way I was until 1700, when I would be uncuffed and allowed to eat supper. Then, until next time . . . |