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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Like I said, I woke up around 10 o'clock in Randy's bed, not Mom's. I
sincerely wondered what they had done to me during the night, while I
slept. I knew that, most probably, I'd never find out.
The first thing that I did was to go and change into normal clothes. I wore
the girls' faux-leather pants and a normal girls' black T-shirt. I tried to
do 'normal' things that 'normal' people did, but it felt strange not being
able to talk. I went outside to play with the animals in the yard. And I
found that the garlic silenced me to them as well - I could hear them
talking to me, but I couldn't respond, not even in my mind! I knew it had
to be something psychological - there was no other explanation. And yet,
try as I might, I had no way of overcoming it. And because of that... I
felt even more animal than the animals. And when a group of cats
'commanded' me to take off all my clothes, completely, and let them lick me
all over, I complied. I knew I could refuse if I wanted to, but somehow I
just couldn't. I hoped against all hope that none of the neighbours were
home and looking out their upstairs windows to see me. And I hoped that
none of my family members would come home early. Lucky for me, the cats
released me at 2 o'clock after I begged them to do so. At 2:30 my ability
to talk FINALLY returned.
At 3:00 Mom called. She said that they'd all be home between 4 and 5, and
asked if I could perhaps cut vegetables for a salad for them. She was going
to bring home the rest - take out.
She also asked me how I felt. She thanked me, over and over again, for
giving them such a fun time the evening before. She asked when my speech
returned - when I told her about 2:30, she said that was exactly what she
expected; her calculations were correct. She asked what I'd been doing. I
told her I had just watched TV. I didn't want her to know about the cats.
I was about to ask her to tell me what happened to me after she'd given me
the ginger, and how I'd ended up in Randy's bed - knowing that she probably
would refuse to tell me. But before I could do that, she said, "I bought
you a present, a surprise."
I WAS pleasantly surprised.
"I went out shopping this morning. Well, I'd seen this in the store a while
ago, but now I thought it was a good time to get it for you. So I went and
got it while you were asleep. It's on the top shelf in your bedroom. But
read the instructions, there are detailed instructions on it. I've gotta go
- have fun, and be careful!" And she hung up before I could ask more.
'A surprise?' I thought to myself, happily. I went and found the package.
It was wrapped in shiny pink wrapping paper, with a card that said 'Darling
Jasmine' on the envelope.
I opened the card and read it.
"Dear Jasmine, Last night was so much fun! What you were wearing made me
think of this outfit I saw in a store a while ago. I think you might like
it now. Please note, you are under no obligation to wear it, now or ever.
That's totally up to you. I just have one request. IF you want to open the
package and see what's inside it, before you do so, I want you to swallow
the garlic that is inside this envelope. For no reason at all, just for my
pleasure. Please do not open the package until you've swallowed it. Of
course, I'll probably have no way to know if you've listened to this
request. But I'm asking you, on your honour, to fulfil it. Either leave the
package closed until we come home, or swallow the garlic first. And be
careful. There are more instructions inside the package."
I wondered why she wanted me to swallow the garlic like that. But I was
curious to know what was in the wrapping paper. I looked inside the
envelope for the garlic. She'd left me two whole cloves! Two whole cloves?!
That would last at least, what, five, six hours? I thought about just not
opening the package. I thought about opening it and faking having taken the
garlic, or opening it, looking inside, and closing it again before she came
home, pretending like I never did open it. I thought about taking just one,
and flushing the other down the toilet - she'd never know. But in the end,
I took them both. I silenced myself, probably for the rest of the evening.
I comforted myself in the fact that, other than being silenced, I was still
free to decide what to do from then on. She wasn't going to force me to
wear the outfit, whatever it turned out to be.
I carefully opened the wrapping paper. Inside, was some clothes sealed in a
clear plastic bag. The bag also jingled a little. I was very curious. There
was another note inside the plastic bag as well.
At first, the clothes in the bag didn't look at all threatening or unique.
I saw some black, and some leopard-print. Then I noticed some silver-
coloured chains in the bag, and I wondered what they were. And then I
noticed a tiny, miniature set of handcuffs in the bag. I gulped. What had
Mom bought me, and why?
I took the clothes out of the clear plastic bag and carefully began to
unfold them. The tiny handcuffs fell to the ground. I picked them up and
looked at them. They looked like real handcuffs - two cuffs joined by a
tiny chain. But they were small enough for a finger or a toe instead of a
wrist. I noticed that they had a lever on the side, the kind that you could
press to open trick handcuffs without using a key. I figured that these
must be trick thumb-cuffs as well, and felt a little relieved that she
hadn't bought me real ones.
I unfolded the clothes, shocked by what I saw. And then I discovered a card
with a photo of how it would look on a teenager. She was on her knees,
smiling, with her hands behind her back, while an adult man dressed like a
cowboy stood behind her with a whip in one hand, holding tightly her
ponytail with his other hand's fist. In the background, an open oversized
bird cage could be seen.
I was getting angry with Mom for buying me this, thinking that I might wear
it for her. And I was angry with her for WANTING me to wear such a thing.
And then I discovered another note from Mom. A rather long one, too.
I began to read it.
"Dear Ralph/Jasmine,
Don't be afraid or upset by what you see in this bag - I have absolutely no
demands on you to ever wear it. It's totally up to you. It's just for fun.
Our game last night was so fun, and I was happy to see that you are not
embarrassed to wear little shorts or tank-tops anymore. You looked great!
The game we played, and the captions on the shirt you were wearing reminded
me of this outfit I'd seen months ago in a novelty shop, around Halloween
time. I doubted they'd have it anymore, but since I was going out grocery
shopping this morning anyway (there are more carrots in the refrigerator
for you), I swung by the store and looked for it. They actually had one -
only one left, and in your size. When I told the store-keeper about your
play style and about yesterday's outfit, he let me have this for a third of
its original price. I couldn't say 'no' to that! He also asked that I send
him a picture of you wearing it, or, better yet, that I bring you to the
store wearing it. If I do that and let him take some pictures of you for
promotional purposes, he said he'll refund the money completely. But you're
under no pressure to do that.
I think it will look extremely cute and adorable on you, if you do decide
to try it on. And I'd love to see it on you, if you are willing to let me.
But no pressure.
I would just suggest that you not try out the little handcuffs before one
of us gets home to help you undo them if you get stuck. They SEEM easy
enough to open, but I didn't have time to try them. So best to wait till we
get home, but if you do try them, then it's at your own risk.
Love,
Mom."
I rolled my eyes. And then I started to look at the clothes up close.
There were little arm bands made of leopard-print material. Based on the
picture, these were meant to be worn just above the elbows. They closed
with a buckle, which, once closed, was hidden from view because it was
under the leopard-print. They also had hidden metal eyelets which could be
pulled out if wanted; obviously those could be used to lock the wearer's
elbows to chains, objects, or each other. There were two more matching
cuffs, just slightly bigger than those two - these were meant to be worn
just above the knees. I tried one the arm bands on. It fastened easily, and
came undone easily as well. They were kind of cute. I looked at the picture
once more. And then and there I decided that, since I was home alone, I was
going to try the whole outfit on. But I wouldn't try the mini-handcuffs -
that would be too risky. And, obviously, I'd be careful to take it off and
change into normal clothes before any of the others got home.
Since I'd decided I was going to try the outfit on while home alone, I took
off all my clothes. The outfit came with a pair of very thin, shiny black
lycra panties? In any case, after taking off all my clothes, I put those
briefs on. I was a little surprised by how small they were when they were
on - although they had higher leg openings, the waistband fit a lot lower
down than my other panties. And then I put the leg bands on, just above my
knees, like in the picture.
The thing that came next was a tiny little dress. It was a halter-style
tank-top with an attached frilly miniskirt on bottom. The bodice part was
made of black shiny stretchy lycra, while the skirt was made of leopard-
print. It looked quite complicated to put on, so I studied it in detail
before attempting it.
The back of the dress was almost completely open - it had a very low U-cut,
similar to girls open-back tank swimsuits. The top of the dress in the
front was slightly curved, ending in two points over the breasts, and sewn
into the material at each of those two points was a silver eyelet with a
diameter of about 2 centimetres. A thin silver chain was attached to each
of those eyelets - this chain, apparently, was meant to hold the dress up
by connecting behind the wearer's neck, like the straps on normal tank-
tops. Across the chest, the word 'playtime' was written in bright pink, in
a very rounded cursive, with a small heart-shape outline instead of a dot
on the 'i'. Just below the bust-line, on the sides, two more small eyelets
were sewn into the fabric, and these, too, were attached to thin chains. I
guessed that those chains were meant to go across the wearer's back to keep
it fitting properly.
At the waist was a feature that was even more shocking. A line of 2 cm
sewn-in eyelets went across the entire waist, with about 2 cm between each
two eyelets. Between each two of the eyelets, a silver hoop - like another
eyelet, but not sewn into the material - linked them together. Unlike the
rest of the waistline, right in the centre of it the sewn-in eyelet was
about three times as big. I knew what that was for - it kept the wearer's
belly-button visible, framed by the silver ring. The last eyelet on each
side was attached to yet another short chain. A short way inwards from each
of those, there was another miniature handcuffs attached by one end to the
ring between two eyelets, and with its other end just dangling there, open.
A short distance below where this last chain would fasten on the wearer's
back, the black lycra material of the bodice finally showed up, making that
U-shape that I mentioned. On that black material, in white machine print
letters to resemble a clothing tag, was written:
"CONTENTS: ONE EXPERTLY TAMED AND TRAINED PET, MADE PURELY FOR YOUR
ENJOYMENT." And below that, in smaller but still legible print, it said,
"INSTRUCTIONS FOR USE: * Pet loves attention: touch & rub as desired *
Needs no privacy; she is not human, she is YOUR toy * Can be taught new
tricks * 100% edible * Fun to sleep with * Remove pet's clothes to wash her
* Lift skirt to spank * Never tolerate disobedience * Tough love works
best." Reading that, I rolled my eyes in disgust.
And, like I said, below that, low around the hips, began a very short,
bouncy, wavy skirt made of leopard-print material.
I was really shocked and disgusted by the whole outfit. And yet I was
undeniably curious. I HAD to try it on and see myself in the mirror before
anyone came home. I HAD to see that writing on my body, to imagine how it
might feel to be treated that way, even if I knew I'd never want to try it,
not even for a few minutes, in real life.
So I pulled the thing over my head, and pulled it into position. It
wouldn't stay up without somehow fastening the chains, and there was no way
to tie them or link them together without using some kind of lock, so I
looked at the package again and saw a small ziplock bag containing a number
of small suitcase locks and keys. I looked at the picture to see how
exactly it was meant to be locked behind the neck. And then I discovered
one more thing - a small silver heart-shaped pendant with 'Jasmine'
engraved in it, attached to a slightly larger silver ring. I looked at the
card again and saw that the girl in the picture was wearing a similar
pendant, with the word 'Yours'. Mom must have had it engraved especially
for me! I examined the picture a little more, and figured out what needed
to be done to fasten it in place.
First, I made sure that the dress was in its proper place, using the ring
that was to frame my belly-button as a guide. Then, standing up straight, I
pulled the top chains up and behind my neck. One of those chains was short,
and the other was much longer. The tip of the short chain reached exactly
the centre of the back of my neck. I brought it in contact with the longer
chain, and looped the ring of a small padlock through them. Before locking
the lock, though, I brought the long chain around my neck. I picked up the
Jasmine heart pendant, and threaded the long chain through its ring. I
wrapped the long chain around my neck and through the pendant's ring four
more times, and then, finally, its end touched the padlock. I put the lock
through the end of that chain, took a deep breath out of nervousness, and
locked the lock, double checking that there were, indeed, a few keys in the
ziplock bag where I'd found the locks. For the first time in my life, I had
a very solid chain locked securely around my neck.
Next, the chains attached to the eyelets at the sides of my 'bust line',
about an inch or two below my armpits. Those were both short, and their
ends didn't quite touch each other behind my back. By using a second
padlock, though, and pulling the material just a tiny bit, I was able to
get those two chains locked together behind my shoulder-blades. Next I did
the same thing to the two lengths of chain extending from my waistline.
That was all the locking that needed to be done. I left my room and went to
prance around the house a bit, to see myself in the mirrors around the
house. I was surprised that a skirt so short was actually long enough to
keep my butt and crotch covered - if I still had a penis, it surely
wouldn't have been. If I jumped or twirled the skirt flew up a bit, showing
the panties I had on underneath. Although I knew that I would just die if
someone saw those like that, I knew that this was a dance-style outfit, and
those panties were meant to be seen - they weren't underwear, they were
part of the costume! Despite how silly, exposed and vulnerable it made me
feel, I found the outfit to be extremely comfortable physically, and fun to
wear. If I could forget about the problem of the panties showing all the
time, I was able to jump around and dance and really have a good time
frolicking away.
Despite it looking really silly and really sexy (inappropriate, I thought,
for a young girl my size), I could not deny that Mom was right - in my
opinion it really did look EXTREMELY cute on me. I couldn't believe my
belly-button was on display like that. The silver ring around it called
further attention to it. Remembering that it had come with scrunchies as
well, I went back to my room, divided my hair in two, and put it up in two
high pigtails, to add silliness/cuteness to my look.
And then I caught sight of the miniature handcuffs dangling at its sides. I
went to look at the other miniature handcuff that had been in the bag. I
was home alone and curious to see for myself what the whole, 'complete'
look looked like, but didn't want to risk getting stuck and not being able
to get free before my family came home. So I picked up that third little
handcuffs and inspected it. Both sides were already open. When I depressed
the little lever on the side of each cuff, I could see the locking
mechanism moving inside. They didn't seem to require a key, and seemed easy
enough to open. Part of me told me to try it out to be sure, before putting
my finger inside, but my curiosity and a little desire for danger convinced
me otherwise. I remembered seeing lots of keys in that little ziplock back,
and felt confident that even if it would turn out to require a key to
unlock, the key would be in that bag. Fearing that I might back out if I
took too long, I quickly locked one miniature cuff to each of my big toes.
That was a funny sensation, having my feet locked together like that. I
hopped over to the mirror, saw myself, and laughed. The miniature handcuffs
were VERY effective - there was no way I could get my feet apart. But it
wasn't painful or uncomfortable - just a strange feeling, different from
what I was used to. And in truth, I kind of liked it.
I decided I might as well complete restricting my legs. I saw that there
were three remaining padlocks in the ziplock bag. I took one, pulled out
the little rings, and locked the two knee bands together. Once more I
hopped over to a mirror and looked at myself. Since, with my legs pinned
together like that, I had no choice but to hop in order to move, my skirt
now flipped up all the time. There was no way to keep those panties covered
unless I was to remain in place without moving.
I jumped back to my room once more. I thought about stopping there and
unlocking the locks and cuffs, and changing back into regular clothes.
'Nah,' I told myself, checking a clock. I was certain that I'd have at
least half an hour before anyone came home, perhaps even more.
So I decided to put on the other two miniature handcuffs too. My heart was
racing. As I was about to do so, I noticed that there was more written on
Mom's note, on the back. I couldn't wait, though, and told myself that I'd
read the rest afterwards. The handcuffs were already in place, with one
cuff of each locked to a ring at each side of my waist. Both together, I
placed my thumbs in the open cuffs and pushed them closed using my other
fingers. And that was that - I was totally and completely restrained -
hands locked to my sides, knees locked together, toes locked together, with
a chain locked around my neck and a little heart-shaped pendant tag with my
name in the front, like an ID tag on a dog's collar. And I couldn't say a
word or utter a sound.
I felt a rush of excitement and emotions run through my body, and I wished
that one of my brothers would come home early and surprise me, see me this
way, and play with me. Then I imagined a burglar breaking into our house,
seeing me like that, and taking me away. I couldn't believe that such a
horrid thought actually excited me!
I could still hop - but had no other way of moving. I hopped through the
house and looked at myself in different mirrors. Feeling daring, I went and
stood in front of our living room window and looked outside, wondering if
anyone would see me. Cars were driving by, but it didn't look like anyone
noticed me.
I tested out my different abilities. I lay on my stomach and wriggled
around for a while. I was able to move like a snake or worm, but much
slower than usual. Doing so, obviously, caused my panties to show; I had
absolutely no way of controlling that. I could also roll from my stomach to
my back, and back again. And I could get back up to my feet, though it was
a little difficult to manuever that, and took about ten seconds.
Just then I heard the phone ring. There was no point in answering it even
if I could, because I wouldn't be able to talk. I wondered who it was. It
rang eight times and then stopped - the voice mail must have picked up. A
second later, it rang again. And then it rang a third, and a fourth time.
The fourth time, I hopped to the living room where we kept a phone, and
with great difficulty, using my chin and teeth, managed to knock the
receiver off the hook and put my ear to the phone. Of course, I couldn't
even say "Hello".
It was Mom. "Hello? Hello? Is anybody there? Hello? Pick up the phone!
Jasmine, are you there? Pick up the phone, honey, it's Mommy. I have
something important to talk to you about. Honey, pick up the phone for
Mommy. Hello? Where are you." And then she hung up. I felt frustrated that
I hadn't been able to respond to her, and frustrated that she didn't
realize that I was listening. With great difficulty I managed to get the
phone back on the hook, in case she tried again. She did. This time, after
knocking the phone off the hook I tried tapping the mouthpiece with one of
the handcuffs a few times, hoping that she'd hear the clicking and
understand that I was listening. She finally did.
"Maybe that's you, Jasmine? Maybe you obeyed your Mommy and took the
garlic. Well, then you're a very good little girl. But it's too bad,
unfortunately, because there's a change of plans. Well, it's not the end of
the world.
"Randy should be coming home pretty soon - probably in fifteen minutes.
I've asked him to start preparing dinner, and I'd like you to help him if
you can. Roger's going to be away for the evening; his girlfriend's father
is very sick and he went to keep her company in the hospital.
"I don't know if you tried on the outfit I got you or not, but it's
probably not a good idea to be wearing it when I get home today - probably
in about an hour. I have to bring my boss home for dinner. That's the
change of plans. It's an important dinner, important for my career.
"Randy doesn't want to stick around for dinner - he doesn't like Peter, my
boss. So he's helping me with the cooking but is planning on leaving just
when Peter arrives. He'll spend the night at his friend's. If you want to
stay awake and join us for dinner, you can - in fact, that would be nice. I
think Peter would really love meeting you, and it would take some of the
pressure off me, entertaining him all on my own. But it's going to be a
semi-formal dinner, so you should get dressed up for it. Maybe you don't
have to wear a dress, although it would be best. But you could probably
wear those shiny black leggings you wore to the pizza hut together with a
nice shirt.
"Anyway, I just wanted to warn you about this so that you wouldn't be
wearing the special costume when I come home with Peter.
"I love you, see you later."
And she hung up.
I got very nervous hearing this. I did not like the idea of having to go to
a formal dinner with Mom's boss, behaving like a girl. And I didn't like
the fact that if I did go, I'd be there without Roger or Randy. But
something about the way Mom talked about it, something about how she said
that it would take pressure off of her if I was there, made me feel like I
should be helping her somehow. I wondered if her boss expected her to have
sex with him, and if I was there, too, she wouldn't have to.
Also, she said that Randy would be home in fifteen minutes. That meant I
needed to get changed, quick. Hearing Mom's phonecall really brought me
back to reality and calmed my excitement, and I REALLY didn't want Randy to
see me like that.
Feeling a little disappointed that I had to take it off, I did a quick hop-
around-the-house before going back to my room to unlock myself.
And that's when I started to panic. I pressed the levers on the mini-
handcuffs, and nothing happened! They wouldn't open! I tried harder and
harder. I tried using my teeth to press the levers on the toe-cuffs.
Nothing worked. I looked closer at my feet and saw that there were very
small key-holes on each side of the cuffs. I would probably need a key.
With great difficulty, I lay down on my side, beside the ziplock bag of
locks and keys, and managed to dump the bag on the floor. I sifted through
the keys. I saw some that looked like they would fit the padlocks but not
the cuffs - the cuffs' keyhole was round. While opening some of the
padlocks might have made it easier for me to move my hands until I managed
to get the cuffs open, there was just no way to bring my hands close enough
to any of the padlocks to be able to do that, without first opening the
thumb-cuffs.
I saw one key that had a long, round tip to it, and looked like it would
work on the mini-handcuffs. I felt relieved, and carefully picked it up in
my fingers. I tried to somehow manuever it over to the keyhole in the cuff
that was holding the thumb of that hand, but it was very, very difficult. I
finally managed to sort-of get it in one of the holes, but I didn't have
the right access or leverage to be able to turn it. I tried harder and
harder, and FINALLY managed to get the lock on the cuff to click. Only, it
clicked, but nothing happened! I tried again - still, a click, but no
result. I tried a little harder, and nothing happened.
I was getting more and more scared. I pulled that key out of the lock and
dropped it to the floor, and then moved my body around and picked it up in
my other hand. I tried it on the other hand's cuff. Again, after a lot of
effort I managed to turn that key in the lock, but it only produced a
click. It didn't open the cuff. I dropped that key back on the ground.
I sat up and brought my feet as close to my face as I could. I inspected
those mini-handcuffs. I noticed that each cuff had a keyhole on each side.
They all looked identical. Though I was really, really flexible, there was
no way I could get my hands close enough to my toes while I was bound like
that. I shed a few tears, feeling utterly helpless. And then I realized I'd
need to think of another way to get out. I needed someone's help. That
meant that someone would see me. The thought of that really disgusted me.
And I worried that, not being able to communicate verbally, whoever saw me
like that probably wouldn't understand what I needed.
I turned on my computer. I thought I might be able to send a message to
Roger - if I could somehow type, I could explain my mistake, and ask him to
come home and rescue me before anyone else saw me. I didn't want him seeing
me, but rathered that it be him than someone else.
My computer wouldn't turn on. It wasn't plugged in, and the power cord
wasn't there. I hopped through the house in search of another computer. Mom
usually used a laptop, and it wasn't there. Roger's laptop was in his room.
Tied up as I was, it was REALLY hard to get its lid open and press the
button. But I managed to do it. Once it came on, though, it asked for a
password. I had no idea what his password was! I tried to guess it, typing
words with my nose. But after four false guesses the computer shut down,
after giving a warning that to prevent a break-in, the computer would be
disabled for one hour.
I went into Randy's room. He had a desktop computer, which I'd never used.
It took me some time to finally find its power button and turn it on with
my toes. This one, too, was password protected.
I was out of ideas. All I could do was to wait for Randy to come home, and
hope that he understood that I didn't want to be that way, and needed help.
I was still in Randy's room when he came home. I could hear him downstairs.
He didn't come up to his bedroom right away. I heard him calling my name,
though, and figured he'd come looking me and discover me pretty soon. I
thought of one more idea - finding a pen and a piece of paper, and writing
the word 'HELP', to show him when he found me. Randy's room wasn't that
tidy, and it was hard to find a pen, and equally hard to find paper.
Nervous and annoyed, I gave up on that idea and decided to just bite the
bullet, and go find Randy.
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