"I think the answer is obvious," Amy replies with a gleam in her eye, "Why don't we start by having you grab the OTHER box I have over there?"
Both yours and Ellen's eyes turn towards the area where you found her diary and notice a box that had indeed escaped your view. It is slightly bigger and innocuously unmarked with any writing. The lack of explanation about its contents makes you both curious.
Calmly, Ellen walks over there and picks up the box. As she carries it over, you both can hear things rattling around in it. You give it a look over with curiosity, while Amy just leans back against the door quite casually.
"Go on. Open it up," the redhead says, "I think you will both like what you see."
Ellen opens up the box with all the caution and tenacity that one has opening up a snake charmer's basket. Amy continues to just smile.
The buxom blond gets a very strange look on her face after she removes the lid. She does not move or speak.
"What's in the box, Ellen," you ask with a hint of fear in your voice, "What could possibly be so bad?"
Your comment seems to wake her from her stupor, but she still does not answer you.
"Ellen," Amy interjects, "Why don't you just dump it all out on the bed? That's where most of it will end up anyways."
Your childhood friend is still too shocked to speak, but she does respond to the redhead's suggestion. She turns away from you, covers the short distance to the bed and dumps the contents out on the bed sheets.
What you see is quite surprising and makes you understand why Ellen froze up. It is an assortment of....
Ropes
Chains
Handcuffs
Ball gags
Blindfolds
Nipple clamps
"So," Amy says, walking closer to you both, "Which one of you wants to go first? I promise that we will all have a good time no matter who you pick." |