Your blood ran cold as you saw Roxanne with a wicked smile on her face and wondered if you had just walked into some kind of trap for a prank. Only, to your surprise, Roxanne motioned you to follow her with a single finger. "Try to be quiet." Amused, she said. "I don't want to embarrass him, not yet."
"What are you talking abo..." Confused, you began.
The words died in your throat as you saw Roxanne's younger brother, Shea lying on the spare bedroom floor, tied up and gagged! He was wearing a strange girls' leotard that looked a size too small for him with a flat pad in the crotch area. Around his neck was a thick heavy leather collar, locked in place at the buckle, that had a leather arm binder attached to it. The binder kept his arms pinned to his back by a belt that ran through the D rings on two leather cuffs around his ankles, again with buckle locks, making it impossible for him to spread his legs more than a few inches. Filling his mouth was a large ball gag, held into place by three leather straps with small locks on the buckles.
The sight of the thirteen year old boy in such a helpless situation brought mixed emotions, most of them negative. "What did you do to him?!" Whispering, you demanded. "He looks utterly terrified!"
"He did this to himself." Surprising you, Roxanne replied. "You see, I was into escape artistry when I was his age and it sort of turned into a bondage fetish." She blushed slightly, adding, "I got over it quick though after a few close calls but I saved all of the toys just in case I might pick it up again later."
"You mean Shea found your bondage toys and began to experiment?" Disbelieving, you said. "How did he get himself into that arm binder by himself?"
"It's self sealing." Serious Roxanne replied. "A button on the inside activates it and it can open it again in case of trouble." She giggled slightly, seeing Shea struggle a bit more. "Only it's battery operated and I suspect its charge went out the second it closed all the way on him since he can't get it to open again."
"What about the tight leotard?" Wincing, you asked. "What possessed him to put that on and what does it have to do with escape artistry?"
You received your answer when a soft buzzing sound reached your ears and Shea began to moan painfully. Roxanne winced then turned to you, looking guilty. "That's my fault, I'm afraid." Almost timidly, she said. "It's a fetish outfit with a built in remote operated vibrator." She sighed. "I gave it to him by mistake when he needed to borrow a dance outfit and I suspect he was still wearing it when he tried on the bondage."
"Why is it going off, then?" Worried, you asked.
Roxanne sighed, pointing into the room. "He found it and started playing with it." Softly, she said. "From what I can see, its set on random intensity."
You sighed, hearing Shea moaning miserably. "Why exactly did you call me over?"
Roxanne smiled and replied...
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