short
On Display
Julia had been reclining in the garden for a good seven minutes, as an all to familiar battle cry reached her from within the house.
"Mom, we're bored... will you come play a game with us?" The twins, again.
Julia sighed. She was so longing for the end of the summer holidays! Those two couldn't entertain themselves for more than twenty minutes at a time. And then she would have to think of something: it was exhausting.
But this time it seemed different as she found them in the living room. Frankly, they didn't seem bored at all, quite the opposite: their faces were beaming with excitement. Sue was standing with her hands behind her back, and Bobby held something in his hand, one of her scarfs, she thought. What was going on here?
The Frog bench 3
Without warning, he suddenly reached down, and pinched it. She jerked in the stocks, but managed to keep her silence, brazing herself for another attack. But he stood upright again, looking down at her gleefully. He started to mock her more openly now, grabbing her face and squeezing it, making her cheeks bulge, deforming her features. She started to protest, trying to pull away, but he controlled her easily.
The Frog bench 2
He started to instruct her. "Now, put your ankles in the outer holes... right... OK, keep your knees up... good! And now your wrists in the middle ones...yes, just like that, perfect! Now hold it..!" With a swift move, he turned the other bottom half round, locking her limbs in place. There was a sharp click from the padlock, , and there was no way back; she would remain in this propped up awkward position for as long as he decided. "Now lean your head back, please. Yes, good..." Carefully, he conducted her long hair over the back half of the neck holder. He putted the front piece in place and locked it, trapping her neck, making her sit stiffly erect.
The Frog bench
Finally, the door bell rang. He had to keep himself from running, letting it ring once more. Then he opened the door, and again, he had to take hold of himself. She was huge!
Alright, that was just as he had specified in the phone call, but seeing her in the flesh was something else. She was wearing a short, white mini dress and white high heels, which accentuated a pair of diamond shaped calves. Those led up to her sweeping, bulging thighs. She had a particularly tiny waist, and small breasts (oh well, you can't have everything). Two massive shoulders beneath a surprisingly delicate face, which was crowned with a fountain of
long, blond strands of hair, streaming down right to her shoulder blades.
He took it all in for two seconds, and then regained his composure. Still, he had the feeling that she had noticed his initial reaction and had taken it for granted. Without waiting for further invitations, she entered the hall."Hello handsome! Please be a good boy and show me where I can change?" "You assume to much!", he thought, and chuckled. But for the moment he directed her to one of the bedrooms. He himself returned to the living room, full of anticipation.