Author's note: I wrote a story twenty years ago, and it turned into a twnety plus part series. Some of the later stuff came out really well in my opinion. But the original parts... are hard to look at now. So, as an experiment, I took my original chapter and completely rewrote it. The basic plot is the same ridiculous thing. Just the structure, dialogue and characters are updated. Is it better? We'll see.
All characters are over the age of 18, do not, to my knowledge, resemble any real people, and don't try this at home.
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'I... should have thought this through a little better.' thought Lori Clark. 'I'm gonna get bored before I can get out.'
The red-headed college student knelt on the floor of the room she still kept in her parents' house, largely unable to move. Leather cuffs encased her ankles, locked together and secured with small orange padlocks. Two additional leather straps bound her legs. One held her knees together, while a second frog-tied her, pinning her calves to her thighs. A collar was buckled around her neck with a thin chain running from the front O-ring down around her knee strap, between her legs, under her joined ankles, and up to a pair of handcuffs encircling her wrists. A red ball gag was strapped in her mouth. Aside from the restraints, she was naked.
'And the metal handcuffs were a bad idea.' she mused internally. 'They're gonna get uncomfortable. Plus, it's one more key to keep track of. Use some of the leather ones next time.'
Now you might be thinking, a young woman (or anyone really) in a similar situation should be alarmed, and Lori's internal dialogue seemed very calm. In truth, she had been waiting for an opportunity to place herself in this position for quite some time. While attending a local college, she was still living at home with her parents and younger sister (who had just graduated high school). Her Father and Mother (in particular) were attentive parents and their vigilance had the potential to interfere with her new, kinkier interests. The elder Clarks, however, were away for the weekend. As soon as their car had left the drive, Lori had leaped into action to prepare for her little adventure. She retrieved two of the several keys she'd hidden in the freezer (for the orange locks and handcuffs) and hung them above where she planned to be. When the ice melted, the keys would unravel and drop into her cuffed hands. She'd been trapped and struggling uselessly for perhaps fifteen minutes when her plans hit the first of several snags. She heard the back door open. And someone entered the house.
"See?" said Beth Clark "Gone for the weekend. Aside from Lori, we have the place to ourselves." Beth's appearance was similar to her sister's. Her brilliant red hair was shoulder length as opposed to Lori's pixieish style, and her build was a little more athletic, but the two looked like sisters.
"Nice." replied Lindsey Maeder, following her in. Lindsey was slightly shorter than her companion. Their hair was styled similarly, though Lindsey's was not quite platinum blonde. Her blessing, perhaps a curse, and the first thing people noticed about her was her chest. Her endowments were better than average, to say the least. "Do you think she'll bother us?"
"Why don't we go ask her." replied Beth. "Her light was on when we pulled in." She lead the way to the central stairs, bounding up to the second floor. Her sister's door was the first on the right, so she arrived quickly and knocked twice. "Hey, Lori! I'm home! What are your plans for the night?" Beth waited a moment, receiving no reply. "Lori, you in there?"
Once again there was no response, at least not directly. There was, however some subtle shuffling and creaking along with a metallic clink or two from inside the room.
"Well, that's not creepy at all." said Lindsey quietly.
"Lori?" Beth put her hand on the knob and pushed the door open. The light was indeed on and her older sister was, indeed, inside. She was obvious immediately, crouched on the floor and wrapped like a Christmas package.
"Mmph! Humph!" Lori grunted, rocking frantically back and forth.
Beth tensed, her eyes only lingering for a moment on her bound and seemingly naked sister. "Is there someone else here?" She asked quickly, scanning the room, even checking behind the open door.
Lori sighed. She couldn't quite meet Beth's gaze with her head held so low to the floor. After a beat, she shook her head. "Mm mm."
Beth dropped to crouch in front of her helpless sister. "What the hell, Lori? What's going on?" She ran her hands over the gag strapped in Lori's mouth, only to feel a small padlock. "Who did this to you?"
"She did, I think." said Lindsey, still standing in the doorway. "There's some ice hanging above her. I bet she's got the key to those handcuffs in there. It's a common self-bondage release timer." She looked down as Beth turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "What? I read a lot of stories, okay?"
Beth smirked before turning back to Lori and tilting her head downwards until their eyes could meet. "True?" she asked.
Lori struggled against her bonds for a moment, but it seemed she wasn't getting out of this. "Mm hm." she nodded.
"So there's not a serial killer in the house." A little tension drained from Beth's body. "So now what?"
"Mmph. Mmmph." Lori desperately tried to share her ideas.
"Well, she won't be bothering us." said Lindsey with a grin.
"I suppose not." grinned Beth. "But we can't just leave her like this."
"Well, I mean we could." replied Lindsey. "She's theoretically got a way out eventually. And now she's got us to check on her if that fails. But, since she won't stop us, I'd rather see what other goodies she's got kicking around here."
Beth glanced down at her trapped sister and sighed. "Might as well. I mean she'll say something if she doesn't like us snooping, right?" She stood, reaching for the suspended chunk of Ice. "Meanwhile, I'm gonna go melt this and see what we got for keys in here. She's locked up pretty good."
Lindsey watched Beth take the ice out of the room before turning to Lori. "Well, we've got your keys now." She pointed out. "So, do you mind if I dig through your toys?"
Lori too, had watched her keys, the only way she was getting herself out of this, leave the room. She was, she realized, currently screwed. On the bright side, she and Beth got along fairly well. Despite some initial panic, she was embarrassed, but not worried. She tilted her head to try to get a better look at Lindsey, her sister's best friend since the third grade. "Mm." Lori sighed, before gesturing with her head toward her bed and, more importantly, the suitcase sitting on it.
Lindsey followed the gesture, noticing the case, and pulled it open. "Oh wow." She marveled. "You got quite the collection." She stuck her hand in and pawed around, coming out with a leather cuff. "A little surprised this is the first time you were caught. You must be a leather ninja."
"Hmm, mmph." Lori replied mysteriously.
Lindsey swirled the contents of the case around looking for the mate to the cuff in her hand. "I'm going to try these on if you don't mind." Then she chuckled. "Really, under the circumstances, I'm gonna try them even if you do." Lindsey added, starting to unfasten the leather for application.
Lori watched jealously from the floor. She should have used those. Her handcuffs weren't bad yet but she could feel the potential.
"There we go." said Lindsey, lowering her leather-wrapped wrists so Lori didn't have to strain to see. "What do you think? Are they me?" She showed off for a moment before turning back to the case to see what else she could find.
Shortly thereafter, Beth returned, dangling a pair of keys from a length of string. "You were right." she said. "The handcuff key and what looks like a small padlock key. Probably for the ones I can see on her face and collar." Beth sighed. "You know, Mom would have a fit if she found out about this. 'As long as you're under my roof...' and all that. But... your secret is safe with me."
Lori grunted appreciatively into her gag. She had assumed, but it was nice to hear aloud.
"I won't tell either." added Lindsey turning to face them. She had added a leather collar with a complicated-looking buckle. "Not that your mom pays much attention to me." She spread her arms, showing off her new accessories. "Do you like them? Thinking of getting a set for myself."
"They look good on you." replied Beth. "But then, what doesn't." She took an aborted step toward Lindsey, before holding her position.
"Mn." sighed Lindsey. "Just a... thought. But you know Lori's big dark secret. Well at least one of them." She paused. "You could... tell her yours."
Beth didn't answer right away but shuffled her feet nervously. From her vantage on the floor, Lori couldn't see Beth's face, but she knew her sister well enough to know she didn't do 'nervous'. And what secret? She had so many questions. If she'd have known she'd be caught, she'd have left off this stupid gag.
"Sorry." put in Lindsey quickly. "I know. I'm not going to twist your arm. I understand."
Lori's field of vision was limited by her predicament, but she could hear the wince as Beth prepared to reply and twisted her head to see a little higher.
"Don't... apologize." Beth sighed. "I understand too. It shouldn't be such a big deal and you're dying to tell someone." Beth stood still for a moment. Then she reached a finger forward hooking it on the ring of Lindsey's collar before, lowering herself to her knees and pulling her other girl down with her. Her lower position made it easier to look Lori in the eye. "This situation is already weird." she said. "Let's make it weirder." Using the ring she still had her finger hanging from, she dragged Lindsey's face forward to meet her own.
The blond's eyes widened for a second, only a second before a grin crept across her face. She offered no resistance as her lips were pulled into Beth's, though the smile made their kiss a little awkward.
Lori stared, blinked, and stared some more. She didn't make a sound; it seemed rude to interrupt, but after a long moment, she was beginning to think she might have to do *something to regain their attention. They still had her keys after all. She was a captive audience.
Lindsey was breathing a little heavily when they finally broke apart. Her grin, which had melted during the kiss came back with a vengeance. She entirely ignored Lori, instead staring into her partner's eyes.
Beth, however, remembered her sister. "Well..." Beth breathed, "There you have it. I'd call us even now. Mom finds out about this..." She gestured to Lori's predicament. "She'll be pissed. She finds out about..." She broadly gestured to Lindsey's entire body with a grin, "This, she'll be pissed. Let's not tell her?"
Lori blinked, meeting her sister's eyes. She had questions. So many questions. "Mmph?!" She asked. "Mn mmm mmph? Mmn... mrrrr." Realizing she was accomplishing nothing, she gave up with a low growl.
