continuation of a story I wrote about 10 years ago and couldn't decide what to do with it. Make sure you read the preceding parts before continuing

I awoke the next morning as the light came streaming through my parted curtains. I glanced over at my alarm and it said 8:10. I stretched and sure enough I was free. I didn’t even feel the hobble bands. I swung out of bed, attached the walking bag then switched tubes and got up and made my bed. I put on the peignoir and mules and went out to see what was going on as it seemed quiet out there.

Everyone was gone already. There was a note from mom about having to go to work today and then getting with dad tonight so I’d probably be in bed by the time they got home tonight. Then dad had to be at the airport at 7 in the morning so she was taking him and then heading to work so unless I saw them tonight, it would be tomorrow evening when mom got home before I saw anyone.

She had left food in the frig and clothes in the spare bedroom so take care and enjoy myself today. If I needed anything I could always call her cell. I put everything back into the case and put it away then had a light breakfast and went and started to do my sponge bath then realized it was Thursday and I get to have a REAL bath today. As I ran the water I found bath salts and bubble bath under the sink and added both. When the tub was near full I shut it off and slid in.

HEAVEN! I sat till the water began to cool. For some reason I decided to shave my legs while I was sitting there. That was kinda fun. When I got out I used mom’s deodorant since I didn’t have any. I dried off then headed into the spare room to see what color mom had prepared for me today. Everything was virgin white. Bra, crotchless panties, garter, hose, and the dress…oh my! Satin, floor length with elbow-length lace sleeves, Victorian collar and a gathered waist.

It was gorgeous! Next to everything on the floor were white 3” heeled pumps and on the chair, my nightie and peignoir for tonight. All white satin and lace. It had to be a part of a bridal set it was so beautiful. As I dressed, my pink bracelets almost looked out of place. How I wished at that moment they were also white not to ruin the illusion.

I wish Sara were here, we’d treat this as our honeymoon day! I tried to call her but only got her voice mail so I left a message saying I loved her and then called mom and told her everything was beautiful. She thanked me then reminded me she and dad would be late so don’t wait up. She loved me and would see me tomorrow night.

Once dressed, I spent till noon playing Susie Homemaker around the house doing the dishes for mom, did a few loads of laundry, a little vacuuming, all the while my mind was running wild with kinky ideas. I wasn’t sure where they were coming from, but I really wished Sara were here to help me fulfill some of them. At around 1pm I stopped and had a light lunch. Sara finally called but said she was busy with her mom today but might be able to come over tomorrow afternoon. I really wish mom had left the keys to the car; I’d go to the mall and just shop.

I AM SO BORED! And we all know where boredom leads. I went to the hall closet and pulled out the case. I pulled out the collar and put it on. It fit right behind the collar of the dress and all but disappeared. Then I lifted my skirt and put the hobble bands on. I then went to the living room and pressed the button being careful not to get my hands close to my waist but just incase I did I put the remote on the end table low enough that I could reach it if needed. The bands did their thing and I assumed the collar was shut but that was hard to tell behind the collar of the dress.

I didn’t know what to do now but I just felt better for some reason. At that moment the doorbell rang and I absolutely no qualms about answering the door as I was dressed (talk about drugged!). It was a delivery for dad from the same company that made the bands and collar I was wearing now. I put the box in his office and closed the door, locking it, so as not to be tempted to open the box and see what else he’d gotten.

At about 6 I had a light supper then sat to watch some TV. I managed to make it to 9 at which point I was falling a sleep and decided I would just hit the sack. I actually managed to do everything so far this afternoon and evening without tripping the wrist locks. I was so proud of myself.

Changing into the nightie and removing the garter and hose was a trick that I finally had to push the release button to get the hose off from under the hobble bands. The nightie tonight had a similar high collar so I decided to wear the collar to bed tonight along with the hobble bands. Feeling kinky I put the leash on as well. I swapped the bags, turned out the light then swung my feet under the satin sheets, pulling the sheets under my chin then reached down and performed the duty,,, CLACK, CLACK.

Friday morning arrived almost too early. I glanced over at the clock and it said 5:30. No…I’m not getting up even if it is the only time I might be able to see mom and dad. Wiggling a bit I determined that they hadn’t been up yet to hit the button anyway so I might as well just go back to sleep. The sun was shining when I awoke the next time. The clock saying it was almost 9. I…I couldn’t move. Nothing was released. Great.

I knew I had left the remote on the end table so all I had to do was get there and I could release myself. Problem was, I couldn’t reach the tube and I couldn’t reach the walking bag. If I could get disconnected I would need to run, yeah right run in hobble bands, to the living room and push the remote before my body decided to pee somewhere in between. I decided to at least give it a try as I had no other choice but lay here in bed all day. I made it to the living room and … no remote.

At that point, I knew where I was going to be spending my day. I had two choices. Go back to bed and attempt to reconnect the bed bag to the tube, or go sit on the toilet all day so I could pee at random. Since there was no way I was going to be able to get two hands to push the tube back in the bag, I knew I was going to be spending the day on the toilet. This was going to be a crappy day.

Thankfully, the phone was still on the end table so I picked it up as I went by headed for the throne. I called Sara. On the fourth or fifth time to hit redial she answered. I had to use the speaker phone function to talk to her. She said she’d be there as quick as she could. About twenty minutes later I heard a knock on the door.

Sara found the emergency key and let herself in. I was sitting on the toilet crying. She brought me the walking bag and after attaching it to me and hooking up the tube I finally was able to relax. She got me to the couch and we sat and she just held me till I don’t think I had any tears left. She searched around and indeed the remote was gone. Sara called mom for me to find out where it was. Mom apologized that she had picked it up and thought she pushed the button as she put it in her purse.

She asked if I was going to be ok with Sara there till she got home or did she need to bring it now. I told her that if Sara could stay, I’d be ok. Sara promised she would and then Mom said she be here by 6. It was 9:30 which meant I had another eight and a half hours to be so bound. We sat for awhile on the couch in silence. Sara broke the ice first when she started fondling my breasts. She reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I started to tell her she couldn’t but she “shushed” me.

She started by kissing my neck, and then she worked her way down to the vee of the nightie. She stopped briefly to pull the nightie up over my breasts and pulled the bra down what she could. She kissed her way into my cleavage then across the surface of the breast to the right nipple. She did this for several minutes then suddenly quit. She stood up, towering over me as if I were a small child, and picked me up like she was going to carry me across the threshold of our honeymoon suite.

She carried me into my bedroom and gently lowered me onto the bed. Pushing back the covers she laid me in my normal sleeping position. I begged her not to leave me. She “shushed” me again and began to transfer the tubes from the walking bag back to the bed bag. Suddenly, she made my day. She took off her own top and bra, and then dropped her pants and wearing only her panties, slid under the covers with me.

Sara’s mind was in a quandary. She didn’t know how to make love to a woman, but at the same time knew she wasn’t. She knew how she’d been touched by boys, and knew how she liked to be touched, but really knew nothing else. She thought about watching a girl on girl flick on cable, but in all honesty that wasn’t practical right now. She just started touching Jamie how she liked to be touched. He was warm and smelled pretty.

She had to imagine herself being touched and wished that Jamie was able to reciprocate right now. This was twice now they’d had an opportunity to explore each other but Jamie was bound both times. So, she was going to explore him and see if something clicked. Jamie laid there as Sara began to touch him as she was before laying him down. She started gently kissing his breasts and lightly suckling his small nipples. She also knew she liked to touch herself “down there” and decided to see if Jamie had someplace similar.

While she was suckling his nipple, she worked her finger under his scrotum (not real easy since his legs were bound together) and began to lightly massage the soft tissue in the area. Jamie began to breathe very deeply and after a few moments began to squirm and then suddenly a big gasp. Jamie had “her” first orgasm as a girl would, internally. Sara continued to cuddle and caress Jamie until he fell asleep. Sara snuggled deeper into his side and drifted off as well.

Sara woke about an hour later. She slid out of the bed, and seeing Jamie’s peignoir lying on the chair, draped it around herself and walked into the living room and looked out the big window. It was still raining outside although not as heavily as this morning. She suddenly had a very kinky idea. Such an idea that she almost got wet just thinking about where it could lead to. She picked up a paper and checking times, decided to put her plan into action. Going back into the bedroom she quickly dressed.

Jamie was still fast asleep so she jumped on the bed and began kissing him all over. This quickly woke him with a smile.
“Thank you” he told her. “That was a wonderful feeling, not to mention a heck of a way to go to sleep”.
Sara smiled and asked him how kinky was he feeling.
“Let’s see…I’m bound at the wrists to my thighs, I’m hobbled at the knees and I’m wearing a posture collar that is locked on. How much more kinky are you thinking?” he said smiling.
“I want to go to a movie” she said straight faced.

“Now?” he responded. “I think I’m a little under dressed for such an outing”.
“Maybe” Sara said, “But you need to look outside first before saying that”.
With that, she helped him slide over and up, switched his bags then walked him into the living room. Jamie said that all he saw was furniture. Sara giggled at him and then said “outside silly”.

“Rain” was all he replied.
“Exactly” said Sara and with that went to the hall closet and retrieved his moms white vinyl rain coat and draped it around him and buckled it up. If he’d had shoes on, he’d look no different than any other woman out in the rain.
“Now that’s kinky” he told her. “You’re going to help me in and out of the car and in and out of the theater like this?”
“Sounds fun doesn’t it” she said with a big grin on her face.

“I need to put my bra back on and some shoes don’t you think? And hose, should we try and fit hose under the hobbles?” he asked.
She took the slicker back off him and reattached his bra then they considered hose but there was no way there was enough room to get hose under the hobbles as tight as they were. Since his legs were fresh shaven, she went to the bedroom and got his pink heels and fitted them to his feet (and locked them on). Then she brushed his hair and put it in a clip and then put the rain coat back on him. Nothing looked out of place except his arms weren’t thru the sleeves. Sara grabbed her rain coat and they headed out the front door. She helped him into the car and buckled his seatbelt, then climbed in and headed towards town.

They were chatting and giggling like two teenage girls all the way to the theater as if nothing were out of the normal for either of them. Thankfully, the theater has close parking and being a Friday matinee was not very busy. Jamie walked slow and deliberately, stretching his stride as much as he could so as not to be too noticeable on how short his steps were. Sara went to the window and paid, and ushered her “date” past the ticket guy (who was checking out both of them closely) and over to the concession stand for the mandatory pop and popcorn, then into the theater.

Sara helped Jamie into a seat then as the lights went down, undid the rain coat so he’d be comfortable. It was also a turn on for Sara knowing that her boyfriend now girlfriend was sitting next to her in the movie wearing nothing but a satin nightie and heels under a rain coat with her…oops...his arms bound to his side.

The movie started and it took Sara about 10 seconds to start feeling Jamie up. Probably another few minutes passed and they shared a big French kiss. Sara was really enjoying being in control of this situation. They continued to play throughout the movie, or should say she continued to play as Jamie could do nothing but sit and receive her advances. Not that she…sorry…he was minding it a bit.

When the movie was over, Sara stood up then helped Jamie to his feet. The other patrons were leaving and no one really paid any attention to the two girls in the top row, except someone did noticed one of them was wearing a really short dress under her raincoat. Sara waited till they were at the bottom of the steps before buckling Jamie back into the slicker then they headed out the side door and stepped into the bright sunshine of a beautiful afternoon. The raincoat was now both hot and very unnecessary in the afternoon heat. Since no one was parked near them, Sara removed the rain coat before helping Jamie into the car.

Jamie wasn’t too keen on this idea but Sara had already done it before Jamie voiced his objection. Their drive home was uneventful but Jamie was still a bit nervous about how he was dressed and out and about. They arrived home and much to their surprise, Jamie’s mom was already home as well. Parking in the driveway, Sara helped Jamie out of the car and did her best to hide her (oh screw it,,, Jamie is a her from now on) and drape the rain coat over her shoulders and they walked in the door.