School Maid             by: Anne O’Nonymous

 

Part Three--"I Got Roped Into It!"

Basements can be scary places, ’cause everyone knows that’s where ghosts live, right? This one was no exception. Michelle was first down the staircase to the basement, followed by Terri, then Gloria. If there was a second doorway out of the basement to the outside and freedom, it wasn’t visible at that moment.

Two conflicting ideas ran through ‘Mike’s’ head: One, fight; second, accept. He could fight the two women, thus vindicating a fear of the dark, unknown terrors. That would prove he was a coward -- unable to face a small dark room. On the other hand, as terrifying as it was, he could see this as a challenge. This could help. If he could not run, he would have to stand and face this fear, thus defeating it. "Fear is what makes you run away from something without reason," ‘Mike’ thought.

Terri took Michelle’s hand and lead her to a wooden door in the wall. To the right of the door, on a nail, hung a set of keys. Gloria picked up the keys, reported, "These are for the door and, emm, locks. There are two more sets upstairs, as a precaution."

As she said that, she turned a key in the lock in the wooden door and pulled it open. Almost instantly, bright lights went on in the interior of the box-like room, with a second door, a horizontal portcullis, barring the way. A second key used in a doorframe keyhole soon had the gate sliding back into its recessed position.

The room appeared to be about 8’ by 7’ by 7’, with something similar to a stainless steel toilet sitting at one end with a seat that appeared to be a saddle -- the front rising like a pommel. There were two woven cloth straps attached to it by rivets. In back, on the wall, was a tank with three metal pipes, rising from the floor, supporting it, and a metal hanger extending from it. Suspended by wires from the hanger was a bottle filled with a colorless liquid and a long tube with a screw fitting on one end extending from it. At the base of the "toilet" was something resembling opened stocks, the rounded portions padded with fleece. To the right of the entrance was a closed box, its contents unseen.

"OK, girls, off with your panties," Gloria said. After both complied, she then handed Terri the pair that was being worn by Michelle with, "put these on." Terri smiled at her friend, carefully stepped in and pulled them up.

The pair then took Michelle’s arms and guided her over the seat. "Pull up your dress and slip, and hold them up as you sit down." Michelle followed instructions, and found the "pommel" fitted her front quite snugly. The ladies pulled the cloth straps snugly around the hip, then fastened it somewhere behind her, securing her to the "toilet." The dress and slip were now dropped and draped over her, then the stock at ankle level was closed, securing the ankles. There was a distinct click of the hasp closing over the staple, and the sound of a padlock being fastened.

"Lean back, against the pipes," Gloria commanded, "and put your arms back around them."

Michelle followed the instructions, and felt a padded cuff being fastened to her left wrist, then a second on her right. There was a feeling of rope going around the arms, restraining her further. A "penis" gag with some sort of screw arrangement was inserted into her mouth, then taped in place. The tube from the bottle above her head was put through the leg holes of Terri’s panties, then screwed onto the gag.

"Michelle, on the floor there are chains with cuffs on the end. Your left wrist is chained to the right side, and right wrist is chained to the left -- arms are tied to the pipes, and your ankles are secured in stocks. The gag in your mouth will supply you with water," Gloria reported, "and a close-fitting glove leather hood goes over your head and laced in back. When that’s in place, there is a collar that goes around your neck, locked in the back with a padlock. We will leave you in total darkness, as all the lights will be out."

Terri gave Michelle a sad smile, then pulled the hood over her head. She felt the lacing up, next the collar being placed around her neck and fastened. A few sniffs brought Terri’s feminine aroma showing Michelle that she could breathe through a nose opening. A suck on the tubular affair gave her a bit of water.

Michelle heard the slight sound of a door clanging shut, then the quiet. She wanted to scream, shout or do something to protest this treatment, but there was no one to hear her. A "mmfph" wasn’t likely to be heard outside her cell. Michelle started sobbing, then sensed it -- the beating of her heart, the feel of the ropes on her arm, the tightness of the shoes on her feet. A small drink of water -- the oddly wonderful taste of it, like it was just the first time. Inhaling a bit of air was the same. Funny, these little things are there every day, and you don’t notice them. Michelle gave up the useless straining against the very secure restraints and accepted her plight. She relaxed each muscle and appendage, giving herself over to her "self."

"I should hate this confinement," Mike thought, in the belief that he was never coming out again. "I thought water wasn’t supposed to have a taste, but it does. The same with air! When you think it’s your last day of living, the little things are more noticeable to you. When there is no tomorrow, you actually see the grass, the trees, flowers, and you want to experience everything because you’ll never get another chance."

Deprived of sight and hearing, touch and smell took over as the principal senses. There was the feel of the nylons on the legs, the cuffs on the wrists, the leather hood -- a feeling that there were neither good nor bad senses. The odor of rotten eggs was just the same as roses. The feel of nylons equal to the cuffs. The idea came to Mike, "Maybe all things are like that. That whether something is good or bad depends on viewpoint. You don’t appreciate the light until you are in the dark, but if you’ve lived mostly in the dark, you don’t know what light is."

Michelle, restrained as she was, sat back and listened to the noise of silence.

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There it was: the universe. Reaching out and touching the infinity of it was as easy as scratching an itch. Mars, Saturn, Pluto, the Milky Way -- all the asteroids between. We are not separate from it, we are a part of its vast expanse. Suddenly the silence was broken.

Michelle felt the hood being removed, then the water tube, followed by the gag. She blinked a few times in the bright light, then recognized Terri and Gloria smiling down at him.

"How are you feeling," came from Terri, followed by, "We’ll have you upstairs in no time," from Gloria.

Cuffs were removed, ropes untied, the ankle stock opened and the belt around the hips removed. Both the ladies helped him up into a standing position. After ascending to the kitchen, Michelle asked, "Can I have a clean pair of panties, please?"

"What’s the matter -- I’ve a nice warm pair for you. Don’t you want them!"

Michelle looked at Gloria trying, unsuccessfully, to hide her giggles, then replied, "Well, one of us will need a clean pair."

Terri grinned at Gloria and left the room to get panties for her sister maid. She soon returned with a pair of lacy peach-colored briefs.

"I learned something," Michelle said as she put on the pretty undies, "sometimes it is better to be poor than rich!"

"In the dark, a poor man lights a candle. A rich man would curse, because he has only a candle," Gloria responded as she went to the fridge to get milk out. "How about some chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk?"

"Sounds good!" Terri replied, while Michelle nodded.

After finishing their snacks, the pair dug into the neglected housework. Living room was vacuumed and dusted, dining room followed, then the kitchen -- dishes washed, counter wiped and floor mopped with a disinfectant. Then, upstairs was tackled. Beds were made, discarded clothes put into wash hampers, all opened drawers and closets closed. Bathrooms were the last to be cleaned. Soon, all wash was collected and carted downstairs to the laundry room. As Michelle passed the room where she was recently confined, she shuddered at thinking she would go through that again!

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After a very nice fish filet dinner, Mary lured all into the living room with the promise of a glass of wine -- which she kept. She patted the seat next to her, asking Michelle to sit. After all were seated, Mary put her arm around Michelle and asked, "Honey, you were put in a cell today. Are you OK now?"

"I’m fine! I wanted to fight at first, but I gave in because I wanted to trust you, Mary. I did so want to resist. As I sat there in that quiet, I drank some water." She stopped for a minute, cocked her head at Mary. "I really thought I would never see the outside again."

"Dear, I may do some things to you, but I would not leave you like that! Anything else?"

"While I was in that cell, it gave me time to think. The ‘Mike’ in me was hell-bent on graduating from college because it was the way to a good-paying job. Exposure to new ideas wasn’t there. Sitting there with just air and water, I realized I could probably stay there for weeks with just that. And that made me question what was important: how I dressed, where I lived, and how much money I had." Michelle gave a big smile in Terri’s direction, then continued, "I think I feared the cell because it would force me to face myself, and I wouldn’t like what I saw. My father thought I was too soft because I didn’t play any sports. His idea was, ‘if you play some kind of sport, you’re a man’ and I just didn’t buy into it."

"Mike," -- she used the male name deliberately -- "sometimes you learn more when you have to. You have missed so much real education, even in your short life."

Much later, in bed with Terri, Michelle asked, "Despite how I’m dressed, do you think I’m a man?"

"Michelle, you are what you are, no matter how you are dressed. A gorilla in a tuxedo is still a gorilla. Now come over, nearer to me!"

Michelle slid over to be closer to her sister maid and friend.

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After three days had passed, Michelle was confined for a second time, this one being much easier. She now knew what would happen and that there would be release from her confinement. The darkness and silence became pleasant, rather than scary.

After a few more days passed, Ms. Murphy brought in the additional help she spoke about.

It was 11:00 a.m. Friday when Mary called them together in the living room. When the two maids and cook were seated, Mary did the honors. "Ladies, I’d like you to meet Christine Stanford and Bettie Ann Polanski. Chris, Bettie -- I’d like you to meet my regular staff: Gloria Henderson, my cook; Michelle and Terri, my maids."

After the introductions, there were hugs and kisses all around, and a brief history of the new girls was given. Chris was a blonde with a soft smile, blue eyes, and an athletic build. She, a lacrosse and soccer player, was working towards her Master’s in history. On the other hand, Bettie was a raven-hair, brown-eyed beauty with a slim, willowy build. She was into theatrics and was working towards her Master’s in art.

"Bettie and Chris will be living here while they attend classes," Mary continued, "and will use the other room down the hall from yours. They will do most of the downstairs work, take care of their room, and assist you at any parties. Bettie, Chris -- my regular maids do laundry, make beds and assist the cook. You are to help them in any way they request. Terri, would you give them a tour of the house, please?"

Yes, ma’am," was Terri’s answer, as she lead the two new girls out on the tour.

When the trio was out of hearing, Mary reported, "Michelle, these girls know about you! A part of the agreement with them is that they never reveal who you actually are or what happens in this house. Now, would you be a dear and take their suitcases upstairs for them to unpack."

"Yes, ma’am," Michelle replied, curtsied and hurried out. The new girls had four suitcases apiece, which meant four trips. On the last trip, Michelle and the tour group almost collided.

"Gee, thanks, emm, Michelle, isn’t it?" asked Chris.

"Yes, ma’am," she said.

"Michelle, that was very sweet of you to bring our bags up," Bettie commented, "We were going to bring them up after the tour, but you beat us to the punch."

"Oh, Ms. Murphy asked me to do it."

Chris walked over and enveloped her in a big kiss and hug. "You truly are a dear!"

With that statement, Michelle felt a blush come to her face, and she looked around at the room which was very similar to her own.

Terri broke the silence with, "There are uniforms in the closet -- please change. We will have tea with Ms. Henderson before we start work."

As Terri worked with Bettie, so did Michelle help Chris get ready.

Michelle helped her with the uniform, tied a bow in the apron, brushed her hair and affixed her cap with bobby pins.

"OK," came from Terri, "I now christen thee maids. Bettie, Chris, Ms. Murphy would like you to do the downstairs work; that is, dust and polish furniture, vacuum rugs, help with dishes and cooking. Michelle and I will do beds, get laundry together, and vacuum."

"Terri, I emm," Chris started, hesitatingly, "couldn’t we work in pairs, emm, upstairs and down -- just to break up, emm . . ."

"I don’t see why not! We’ll ask."

Now properly attired for the day, the group hurried down for the promised tea. After the four curtsied, one at a time, they sat down with Mary and Gloria for an afternoon tea and snack.

"Ms. Murphy, emm, I was . . .," Chris began.

"First, please call me Mary. I think I know what you were about to say -- girls, you may arrange the duties among yourselves. As long as the house stays neat, there is food cooked, dishes washed, laundry done . . . I leave the work up to you!"

"Thank you, ma’am," replied Chris.

"Chris, how will you get to school. Will you drive?"

"I have my car parked outside, next to Ms. Henderson’s. Bettie will use my car when she goes to classes. Our schedule is fairly close, so no problems there."

"Bettie, how are things on campus," Michelle asked, curious to see how his disappearance was being taken.

"Well, some time back, a man named ‘Mike Green’ (here, Bettie gave a not-too-subtle wink at Ms. Murphy) vanished from campus. I mean he was there one day, then poof -- gone! Seems he had this crush on his roommate, and had to leave before he was found out . . ."

Chris interrupted, saying, "Yeah, it was the talk of the campus. Nobody thought he was gay!"

"Can I continue?"

"Sorry! Please do," Chris said, rather contritely.

"Well, nobody really believed it, but his roommate started looking for him -- gave up after a few tries to locate him. Let’s see now -- what else. Oh, Tom Jeffords, he was a baseball player. Found him in the Delta Gamma house! Dressed in a nurse’s uniform, yet. And, last Monday, I think it was . . . yes, Monday, Paul Marshal, the hunky guard on the football team? Well, his girlfriend gets a call to go to a certain address, a brothel, and there he is servicing several guys. Man, was she pissed! She kneed him in the groin so hard he had to go to the hospital!"

"Did they find this Mike Green?" Terri asked anxiously.

"Still missing," was Bettie’s reply.

Ms. Murphy coughed slightly for attention, then said, "Paul Marshal was none of the cult’s doing was it?"

"Cult? What cult," Bettie asked with a grin. "This, emm, cult that you refer to didn’t do anything there. A certain player on the football team, a minor player I might add, was found, oh two weeks ago, I think -- on campus in a girl scout’s uniform selling cookies. Actually, he volunteered to do it as a stunt."

Chris looked at Bettie, and broke out in a Cheshire grin, then announced, "That was the official statement. I heard that another campus is starting to have problems with these outbreaks of ‘sissy’isms. I think the count now stands at sixty."

Soon, the tea and snacks were finished and table cleared. Gloria retreated to the kitchen, with Terri and Bettie following with cups, saucers, and dishes. Chris went upstairs to unpack, and Mary took Michelle to the living room.

"Michelle, honey, I feel like relaxing this weekend. Both the girls are free, and I would like to let you out once in a while. Would you give me your solemn word that you will not do anything . . . stupid . . . I’m sorry, that’s the best word I can use."

"Ms. Murphy, look at me. I’m wearing a maid’s uniform, female underwear and, to my friend, I’m gay or dead. My family’s gone, my education is shot, moreover I certainly have no place to go. What I’m trying to say is, I have nowhere else to go -- if I did leave, the only job I could get would be to flip hamburgers. No ma’am, I’m not mad. I have every right to be, moreover I’m not. Being nosey, I brought this all on myself."

"Michelle, you don’t know the whole story of what’s going on. I would like to tell you right now, but I can’t. Please, leave it at that. Now, a simple yes or no."

‘Mike’ thought it over. He could easily say "yes" and escape, but that was not him. "No" and surely he would be stuck inside. "Ma’am, I would like to say ‘Yes,’ however I can’t."

"I understand, Michelle."

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The next two weeks were quiet. Chris and Bettie attended classes as well as helped around the house in their "free time," Gloria and Mary did most of the shopping, as Michelle and Terri coped with laundry, breakfast dishes, in addition to vacuuming rugs up- and downstairs. The meals Ms. Henderson cooked made the work worth it -- she was as good as any chef on TV! Chris and Bettie were both very nice, and talk at the dinner table was the most pleasant time of the day. Mary appeared to be deep in thought several times over that period.

Saturday came, and everyone pitched in to make breakfast. Chris made pancakes, Bettie set the table, Terri had coffee duty and putting out the OJ, while Michelle put everything on the table. This time, Gloria walked in with a smiling Mary, as all the maids were standing behind their chairs. After she sat, the rest followed -- Terri filling all the coffee cups.

Most of the talk centered around the day’s football game, as the team was on a two-game winning streak. The team they were to play was very good, coming off a last second loss to a powerful university team. The last play of that game was a forty yard field goal attempt that just cleared the crossbar by inches. Now, they were looking for someone to beat up. Book was giving the home team thirty-two points, and there were no takers.

Amid all the football talk, Mary said to Michelle, "There will be someone to see you later on. I’d like to see you get out a bit."

Mary’s assertion made Michelle feel good. It was a statement that Mary was starting to trust her.

By noon, all the day’s work was pretty well finished, a few miscellaneous jobs remained. "Michelle, come with me to the living room," Mary said, turned and went down the hall. Michelle followed, and, upon entering, curtsied. Mary was with another woman, who turned just as Michelle entered. "My, she is pretty!" the woman said with a smile.

The unknown woman was another attractive female, possibly about 5’8", about 140 pounds, with green eyes, jet black hair, caught up in various places with hairpins. She carried a bag, so she may be staying overnight. Another of Mary’s friends was the thought that came to Michelle’s mind.

"Will you need much room and is there anything else you require?" Mary said to the stranger.

"Just some alcohol. I have everything else," she replied, patting what appeared to be a doctor’s medical bag. "Can we go up to your room, Michelle?"

Michelle nodded, and looked to Mary for guidance. A small nod, and Michelle was leading the stranger up to the room she shared with Terri.

Upon entering the room, the woman remarked, "My, what a nice room. I hope you’re happy here. I would be very disappointed if you aren’t."

Michelle wondered at that last remark. Why should that woman care about how she felt.

"OK, Michelle. Let’s get to work, shall we? First, off with the uniform, slip, and bra. I need your back bare down to the waist."

While removing the requested clothing, Michelle watched as the woman removed some items from her kit. A hypodermic was one of the first things out. A knife of some sort was next. As the bra was removed, the woman said, "Up on the bed, dear, face to the right and on your stomach. Now I need to give you an injection so you won’t feel any pain, OK?"

After nodding, Michelle got on the bed in the requested position. In a minute she felt a cool liquid being applied to her back; a second or two later, the prick of the hypodermic needle. It was nice laying there, no cares or worries -- just relaxing calm. Soon Michelle was out to the world.

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"All over, dear. Wake up," the stranger said.

Slowly Michelle came out of her dream-state, and back into what passed for reality. There was a dull throbbing pain in her back, accompanied by the feeling of being bandaged.

The woman showed her two strange objects covered in blood (hers?), and commented, "Now you can go shopping!"

"Wha are th . . . , th . . . , th-o-ose th-i-n-g-s," Michelle managed to get out.

"One tells your exact location at all times, a miniature locator. The other, well if you tried to leave the house, alarms would sound, and you’d have one hellofa pain in your body."

A second vision floated into view. "How is she, Susan?" Ms. Murphy asked, the concern showing on her face.

"Fine, Mary. If dinner is about ready, I don’t see she can’t eat downstairs."

"Good!" With Susan’s help, Mary got Michelle into a seated position, then standing. A bra and robe was soon placed on her unresisting form. "Feel OK?" from Mary got "Yes, I’m a little weak, but other than that, I’m OK!" from Michelle. Susan added, "You’ll need a little padding for the lower back, but you’ll be fine tomorrow."

It was slow progress down the stairs, with Susan thinking she should have left her to sleep. When Terri appeared, Susan said, "Put something on Michelle’s chair to cushion her back."

"Already done, ma’am. Shall I take her, Ms. Murphy?"

"Yes, please!"

As Terri took over helping on the stairs, Mary headed to the dining area. Chris had just finished setting the table, and Bettie pouring the wine when the pair bearing Michelle entered. She was guided to the table, seated, and Mary gently eased in Michelle’s well-padded chair for her, before taking her own seat.

"Susan, can she have wine?" Mary asked.

"I gave her a local -- wine would be fine."

Michelle was a little subdued during dinner, still rather shocked by the devices she was shown. Their removal was a symbol of Mary’s respect and trust in her. The ice cream after dinner was especially good, as more senses came back to life.

"Mary, I’m sorry! I was supposed to . . ."

"Nonsense, girl. Now you listen -- my maids take care of me. When they are sick, I will take care of them. Susan, you are invited to . . . , no . . . , make that requested to stay overnight, please."

"I was planing on it!"

Just after Gloria poured the second coffee, Mary tapped on her wineglass for attention. When all was quiet, Mary stood and announced, "Ladies, I’d like you to meet Dr. Susanne Marlowe. She has a PhD in electronics, also in medicine. She will be teaching at the school this year to certain promising students."

Questions came from Chris and Bettie. Mary had a few of her own. Then Michelle had a question -- one she had to ask. "That thing," she started, "the object you took out of me -- you made it, didn’t you!"

"Yes," was the answer. "It’s a device that shows great promise in keeping track of sex offenders. The other ‘object’ could be used to keep prisoners in jail."

"Then I was a guinea-pig, an experimental rat?"

"No! You were one of two hundred subjects."

"But that thing -- it kept me a prisoner. I could’ve walked out, if it wasn’t for that device!"

Susan looked at him with a sad smile, then said, "The device was encapsulated. It was placed just under your skin, to test its reactivity to body fluids. There was no power supplied to it. In other words, they were dummies."

Mary spoke next: "Michelle, I’ve been thinking of this for awhile. You can walk out now if you want. I have friends in other schools where you can go. I can easily arrange for Mike to re-appear, along with all his records. I can even arrange a scholarship award, if you want."

"Why!" was her one word answer.

"I took you by force, held you by coercion. When a man does that to a woman, it’s called rape. I have a vendetta against males who do things like that, but I did the very same thing to you. I have been thinking about what I did to you, and you really did not deserve it. I want to try to right my wrong by offering you an education."

Her admission came as a shock to Michelle. Right out of the blue, she came out and confessed, well -- practically confessed, she was behind those girly changes. "Aha, I was right! So? What happens, Mike," Michelle thought. "Mary and the others get exposed, what she did will come out, prison sentences for all of them!"

"Campuses will be cleaned of all those groups -- boys can be boys again -- yeah, boys will be boys," he thought sarcastically, "all so little Mikey can go and get his effing ed-ju-ma-ca-tion." A name popped up in his memory -- Janice Welsh. He remembered her -- beautiful blonde hair, her blue eyes, and the gorgeous figure. She was two years ahead of him in high school, but friendly to everybody. His eyes started to get wet at a memory he did not want. She had been raped, beaten and left for dead. The left side of her face was a bloody mess, the left arm was broken and her clothes were bloody and ripped to shreds. He remembered all too well -- he was the one who found her! It took a long time before he was able forget the horror he saw that day. Every girl he saw was Janice, and the tears came just thinking of her. He remembered the funeral, and the flowers. Once a month, for eighteen months, he would visit her grave, leave flowers, say, "I love you, Janice," walk home crying all the way.

"Michelle, are you in pain? Does your back hurt?" came from Susan.

"I’ll get another pillow for you!" was Terri’s reply.

Michelle, confused by the attention, felt her body, then the tear-soaked cheek. "No, I’m alright! I was just remembering a person."

Mary frowned, then commented, "Janice Welsh, right?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"The name came out when we had you under. A little encouragement and the whole story came out. Apparently our attempt to suppress the memory failed. Did you know that the person who raped her was caught a week later? He’s a serial rapist and now serving life in prison, with no possible hope of parole."

"I should be elated at that news, but he really deserves the death penalty. Ms. Murphy, I may sound crazy, stupid, dumb, maybe all three, but I think it might be better if I stay as your maid. Ma’am, I want to let you do something to those idiots out there, before there is another Janice Welsh."

"Oh Goddess, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me! Let’s make a deal, ‘Mike,’ at the end of each six-month period, you’ll be given the right to leave here, no questions asked. You have my word on it, agree?"

‘Mike’ thought about it for a second. Her word would have to do. "I agree!"

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Much later in the evening, when Michelle was too tired to keep her eyes open any longer, a committee (or it seemed that way) helped her up to the bedroom. She was directed to a different room, not the one she shared with Terri. After being stripped, placed on the bed and examined, she heard Susan exclaim: "There is a little blood oozing out. I’ll put on some merthiolate and a new bandage." There was a sensation of someone trying to remove the taped cotton pad.

"I see! It’s just a little bit. I’ll have a new pad on in a jiff," Susan said as she cleaned the exposed area with a cool solution.

"I’m going to fix it so you don’t have any pressure on that wound," informed Mary as she pulled the covers down on the bed.

Michelle felt the thick pad being placed behind her, then the command "roll onto your back." As she turned, the pad was brought up between her legs -- it was a diaper. Soon, the safety pins were applied, and elastic panties pulled up into place. As Susan helped her into a sitting position, Mary pulled a shortie nightgown over her head, the arms and down. A pacifier was placed in the mouth, secured with a ribbon tied in the back of the head. A baby cap was next, held in place by ribbons tied in a big bow under the chin.

"Oh my, she’s so cute," squealed Chris who had just entered the room. "Can I put her panties on her?"

"Be my guest," Mary replied.

Chris held up the pink satin item in question. There was a lace edge at the waist, six or seven rows of lace in back, and four rows of lace on each extended leg hole. "Come on, sweetie. Let mommy put your pretty panties on you," she cooed as the article was being put into place.

It was when booties were being put on Michelle’s feet that she noticed Chris was in a nightgown. Chris moved to the other side of the bed, got in and moved closer to Michelle. "It’s going to be baby Michelle tonight, sweetiekins," Chris stated.

"Get nice and close to Chris, dear," Mary commanded.

There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation.

"OK, Chris, bend your knees and lift the top leg," was next.

As Chris did so, Mary told Michelle to bend her legs, place the lower leg between Chris’s, then the upper leg on top. Working together, Susan and Mary crossed the intertwined legs at the ankle. Rope appeared, and was quickly used to tie Chris’s left ankle to Michelle’s right ankle; then, the right ankle was secured to the left. The four ankles were put together, then rope wrapped around them in a "+" fashion. The tie was repeated just above the knees with each of the knots "slipped" so it could be easily undone.

"OK, mommy. Hug baby Michelle. Baby Michelle, give mommy a big hug," Mary told them, as she guided their arms around each other.

Michelle gladly put her arms around Chris, pulling her tight. She felt the fleece lined cuffs, with a long chain attached, being put on the wrists by Susan. She believed Chris was also being cuffed in a similar manner. The long chain was taken to the side of the bed, pulled down to the bed frame. "The chain is wrapped around the sideboards of the bed and padlocked to the spring," Susan said, showing her the lock before she placed it on the chain.

Now that the duo were chained, tied, cuffed, and otherwise secured for the night, Mary gave each a good night kiss, covered them up, then she and Susan left locking the door behind them.

In the darkened room, Chris started giggling, then reported, "At last! I got you alone, but look what good it does me."

The only response she got was a sucking sound from the pacifier.

 

End of Part Three.

Annie O

 

 

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