London, England - August 1906. It was time for one of the traditions in her Ladyships house; the house ball. Since her Ladyship had no husband, and since she was pleased with the service that the maids gave to her, she had decided that her maids should have one night off from their duties and have a ball. It had been on the lips of the maids all summer and now was the time for it had finally arrived. Every maid had the whole day off. Hired help came in early in the morning, so the maids could, if they wanted to, go out and explore London. Emma had decided that she and Clara would look at the crowds in the parks before seeing an early evening play. They had a good time and Clara could feel that all the fresh air was revitalising her body. They had fed the pigeons, and looked at the boats on the Thames, before finally seeing the play by Shakespeare. At last it was the time to return for the ball. After being out all day, Clara and Emma went upstairs to their room and kicked off their boots. They wiggled their feet from the restraining leather, and laughed while telling each other about the day's adventures. There was a knock on the door, and in came one of the hired helps with two boxes. She putted the boxes on their bed and left the room. "What is it?", Clara asked. "The dresses for the ball!" Emma excitedly told Clara, quickly going over to the boxes. Quickly and carefully she removed the top of the boxes. Inside each of them, wrapped in tissue paper, was a beautiful dress and a pair of shoes. They also found elbow length gloves and small boxes that contained makeup. They giggled and laughed as they unpacked the boxes. "Tell me about your first time here, Emma." Clara asked as they held up the dresses to the mirror in the room. Emma laid the dress out on the bed, and began to undress slowly. First off came her gray skirt and blouse. "I came here four years ago Clara. When her ladyship's husband was still alive. times were different then, Clara everything has changed now." "Four years. That is a long time, Emma. Don't you ever want to do something different?" "Me? Do something different? You most be joking, Clara. Once a maid, always a maid. Besides, her ladyship doesn't hurt me, so I don't have to worry. She takes care of her girls. I am better off staying here." Emma said, as she removed her underwear, and found fresh garments in her chest of drawers. "I dreamed of becoming a dancer, but my fat legs stopped me. Is Emma your real name?" Clara asked carefully as she admired Emma's naked body, while finding her own new underwear. Emma stood up and looked at Clara. After a moment of silence she replied. "No, my real name is Tina." "Do any of the maids actually use their real names?" "Of course. Erica is Erica. She is kind of jealous of the rest of us that have other names, so she sometimes uses Beatrice just to have us laugh. I am sure she will use Beatrice tonight." Emma said, putting on new underwear. Clara was still admiring her dress in the mirror. "How is it you know how to tie someone up?", Clara asked. "Why all these questions? I used to play cops and robbers with my younger brother, and he always wanted to be tied up, so I obliged. No big deal." "I find it amusing and exciting to be tied up. I wish you could tie me up in the dress and that you could be my robber. That would be so much fun, Emma." Clara said, beginning to undress. "I am sure it would be, but now we must get ready. I don't want to miss the ball. Maybe we can find something exciting to do afterwards." Quickly they helped each other into the dresses, and finished applying their make up. And off they went to the ball - almost all night long. When it was over the the night was, as they say, still young and Clara's wish came true. As the the two maids were retiring for the night a quiet little giggle left Clara's mouth as Emma began to bind her wrists behind her back with the ropes. "Be quiet my little prisoner, or I'll have to gag you." Emma whispered. "Oh no!" Giggled Clara. Emma pressed Clara down onto a chair, and started to bind her ankles together, wrapping ropes under her heels too. She tied the ends of the ropes to the crossbar under the chair. "I can't move." Clara whispered. "That is the idea. Now hush." Emma said, and pushed a napkin into Clara's mouth, tying it tightly behind her neck, who let out a moan as the gag was tightened. Emma proceeded to tie ropes around her waist, and lap binding her to the chair. Then as a last detail, she tied her already bound wrists to the back of the chair, with the knot on the crossbar underneath the chair. "I think that will hold you, don't you think?" Emma giggled. Clara tried to answer her, but couldn't. She was helpless. She could hardly move, and couldn't cry out for help - not that she wanted to. Emma started to get undressed in front of her. Slowly she slipped out of her dress, then gave Clara a little kiss on her cheek before she blew out the candle and tucked herself in the bed. "Good night Clara. Enjoy yourself." She giggled. "Good night," Clara tried to say, but only a muffled sound came out. She was left by herself, and her wish had come true: she had been tied up and gagged and left helpless on a chair in a beautiful gown. Her friend had done this for her. Now she had to figure out a way of getting loose and back into her bed, so her body could get some rest before tomorrow's trials began. But what could she do? She knew she had made her debut in her Ladyship's fantasies and she knew that she would be part of them again and again. Her path to the debut had been a long day of doing nothing and now here she was, with the moonlight shining in through the window in the ceiling. There had to be a way out of the ropes, but where to begin? Next
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