Rules for Kuomu

UNIFORM SPECIFICATIONS

The uniform to be worn by Kuomu depends on the temperature T (in Celsius degrees), which is calculated as follows:

T is the average of the current temperature and the average of the day’s (expected) minimum and maximum temperatures.

Example: on a day with minimum of 4 and maximum of 12 (average of those is 8), if the current temperature is 6, T would be 7; if the temperature rises to 12, T becomes 10.

The uniform is then determined by the following rules:

T <= 11: one hooded sweatshirt and one down jacket. (Hoods are always worn up, those of down jackets are always tightened; this is implicitly assumed in the following rules.)

T <= 8: add long down coat on top of down jacket

T <= 5: add scarf and mittens

T <= 2: add Moonboots 

T <= -1: tie hoods as tight as possible (only leave eyes and nose showing)

T <= -4: add balaclava, replace mittens with oversized mittens secured around wrists

T <= -7 (and every next step of 3°): add a down jacket

RULES

1. The uniform must always be worn outdoors. Note: this means it is completely put on while indoors, and stays on completely at least until after going in.
2. When putting on the uniform, one layer must always be completed before starting the next. This means a jacket must be closed and the hood put up before starting the next.
3. When going indoors, (partly) removing the uniform is not allowed for durations less than five minutes, between the moment of removing a part of the uniform and putting it on again. Exceptions may be made only for the reason of showing off the uniform better, by taking off the coat’s hood to reveal the down jacket underneath. Mittens can be taken off if the use of hands is necessary, but random browsing on the phone is not a good reason for this, and a bank card can be used with mittens on if it’s been taken out of the wallet beforehand (plan accordingly). Note: if you are not sure whether you will be inside for less than five minutes, it’s probably best to err on the side of caution and not risk punishment. Deliberately staying indoors longer than needed to avoid this rule is not allowed. 
4. On public transport, when arriving at the destination, the uniform must be put on completely before the vehicle comes to a stop. As always, be aware of the time needed to put everything on and plan accordingly. Risking a punishment is still worse than having to wear the uniform for a few more minutes.
5. When at rest, stand in a proper posture: stand straight up, look forward, keep arms to the sides, feet parallel and not too far apart. If Moonboots are worn, they must be touching.

PUNISHMENTS

Two types of infractions are distinguished:

Category 1: willingly not wearing (a part of) the uniform when it is required for a period of at least one minute

Category 2: shorter and/or unintended mistakes against the rules, e.g. being a bit too slow to put everything on.

Note that if a category 2 infraction is not corrected as soon as possible, it automatically becomes a category 1 infraction.

The severity of the punishment is determined by rolling two normal six-sided dice. The following procedure is applied:

1. Die 1 is the duration of the punishment, in days. It starts the moment of the first opportunity to wear the uniform under the rules of the punishment. It ends at the end (23:59) of the Nth day after that, where N is the die roll result. Days on which no uniform is worn are not counted.
   
2. Die 2’s result will be used to modify T. For a category 1 offense, it will be subtracted from the temperature T (as calculated above) and the modified T will be used to determine what uniform must be worn. For example, if the roll was a 4, while T is 7 degrees, uniform will be worn as if T were 3. For a category 2 offense, the die result is first divided by 2 and rounded up, then used in the same way.
3. If another infraction is made during the time of a punishment, its punishment time will be added immediately after the previous punishment’s end. (It will be as if the offense was made exactly when the previous punishment ended.) New dice will be rolled for the next punishment, but 1 will be added to both rolls. (In the case of the second die of a category 2 offense, this is done after the division by 2.)
4. If an infraction is made during the time of a punishment AND another punishment is still waiting to be carried out, the punishment for this new infraction will start at the same as the punishment that was queued up (after the current one ends). No more than two punishments can be in effect at the same time; any further punishment that is earned will start as soon as another one has ended.

A Cinderella story

 On a beautiful day in early October, Marina Jones met her new neighbours for the first time. The four young women seemed nice and pleasant to Marina. When she had opened the door, the tall woman with the curly brown hair - Veronica - had been in front, and she had made the introductions. Clearly the leader of the group, a woman who knew what she wanted and was used to getting it, was Marina's first impression. She wore simple, well-fitting jeans and a white shirt. Next to her was Sally, of average height, blonde and stunningly beautiful, dressed in a pale red summer dress with a matching silk scarf draped carefully around her neck. Then she introduced Susan - dark hair, glasses, dressed in dark pants and a round-neck grey-and-black sweater. And finally Yasmin, who they usually called Mini, the shortest girl of the group, standing at the back in a very thick looking yellow down jacket with the hood up and tied around her face.

Marina invited them in, and offered a refreshment. The women sat down - Veronica on a chair, the three others on the sofa. Yasmin had untied her hood and taken it off, but remained in the thick jacket, which looked even bulkier while she sat down. She had short light brown hair and looked a bit flustered. Meanwhile Marina learned that the girls had met in uni, and after finishing their studies they had decided to hire a house together, since they were all still single. Veronica and Susan did most of the talking, with Sally occasionally making herself heard, but quiet "Mini" in her down jacket just sat there and sipped from her hot chocolate. Marina Jones, who was a retired teacher, found this group of friends quite intriguing.

When they left, Marina noticed another peculiar thing. The girls stood up and Veronica was saying goodbye, but meanwhile she saw how Susan immediately grabbed the hood of Yasmin's jacket and pulled it over her head again. Then she took the drawstrings and tightened them, not simply pulling but roughly yanking them tight before knotting them.

During the next few days, Marina saw how the girls settled into their new place. She didn't want to be that typical old woman spying on her neighbours (she was 64 and in perfect health, but admittedly a bit lonely at times ever since her husband had died), she found them quite interesting to watch. In particular that curious, silent girl Yasmin. Every time Marina spotted Yasmin outside, she was dressed in either the yellow down jacket she had worn on that first visit, or an orange down jacket that looked just as thick. And always with the hood up and firmly tied, despite the pleasant autumn weather. Did she have some kind of illness? And there were other things Marina noticed. It seemed like it was always Yasmin doing the grocery shopping, always alone. It was also Yasmin raking the fallen leaves or putting out the garbage. And however briefly she had to go outside - always with her head buried deep inside the thick hood.

One evening, several months later, Marina saw a taxi arrive at the neighbour's house. After a moment Veronica, Susan and Sally emerged from the house, all clearly dressed for a fancy night out. There was no sign of Yasmin.

On a whim, she decided to pay her remaining neighbour a visit. She walked the short distance to the their front door and rang the doorbell. Nothing happened. She rang again, longer now. She knew Yasmin had to be inside, why didn't she answer the door? She rang a third time and finally the door was opened, but only slightly, so she could not see anything inside.
"Yasmin?" she asked, "it's Marina Jones, your neighbour."
"What is it?" The girl's voice was shy.
"Can I come inside? It's cold out here."
Silence.
"Yasmin? Can I come in?"
"Okay." The door was opened further, revealing Yasmin. She was dressed in a red heavy one-piece down suit. The hood left an opening just big enough for her face; everything else was covered as the suit had attached mittens and socks with the same thick filling as the rest of it.

Marina followed the red fluffy person inside, and meanwhile she noticed that the suit zipped up the back.
"Isn't that quite warm to wear indoors?" she asked.
"Yes."
"So why don't you take it off?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because they've tied the zipper at the end, so I can't open it."
"So they left you stuck in this suit, while they went to party? Why?"
"I said I wanted to go too," Yasmin said, sounding genuinely ashamed for having suggested such a thing.
"Well that's perfectly normal. Why wouldn't you be allowed to go?"
"They said I could go if I wanted. So I was really happy. Then they all got dressed up and I asked what I could wear, because I don't have nice dresses. Veronica told me they had a beautiful red dress for me. I had to strip to my underwear and then go to my room. I did and then I found this on my bed. They all burst out laughing at my reaction. And then they put me in the suit and tied the zipper at the end so I couldn't get out. Then Veronica asked if I still wanted to come with them."

Marina was shocked at the cruelty of the other girls. "I could help you out of the suit," she offered. "And then you could even go to the party."
"I have nothing to wear though. And no way to get there."
"I can fix both of those. I still have some clothes from my daughter. You're about the same size as her, I think they should fit you fine. I'm sure you'll find something you like. And I have a car. I'll take you there."

And so Marina helped to transform Yasmin into a beautiful young lady. She brushed her hair, helped her select a dress, found fitting high-heeled shoes and applied a bit of make-up. Then she brought the girl to the city.
"I'll come back to pick you up at midnight, okay?"
"That's great. Thank you so much."
"Enjoy yourself."

---

Yasmin emerged from the building, clearly in a hurry. She seemed to stumble along as she headed toward Marina's car.
"Hurry, let's go please, quick," she begged as she got into the car.
Marina immediately started the engine. "What's the problem?"
"They're leaving. Veronica, Susan and Sally. They're going home, I saw them. We need to get there before them, or I'll be in a big trouble."
"Don't worry. We'll make it, you'll see." Marina sped up. It was snowing by then, but that was fine. She was confident she could get them home quickly and safely, and it would slow down the other girls.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked Yasmin when she'd caught her breath.
"Yes, it was great, I - oh! I'm so sorry! I lost one of the shoes when I left!"
"Don't worry about that, it's only a shoe. Tell me about the party."
"There was this really nice guy - Jamie. I danced with him and we talked and, well, I liked him a lot."
"That's great. Did you get his phone number?"
"No, but I told him where I live, and he said he'd come visit me soon."

Marina brought Yasmin home and helped her back in the down suit, tying the zipper like before. Then she went back to her own house with the clothes Yasmin had worn, well in time before the taxi with the others arrived. She was happy and pleased with herself. It's like a fairytale, she thought. She hoped that Jamie would show up and take Yasmin away from those wretched women she lived with.

Not every tale has a happy end though.

---

Veronica opened the hood of the sleeping bag and the one of the down suit below, revealing a bit of Yasmin's sweaty face.
"Had a good night?" she asked sarcastically.
"No," Yasmin whispered. "Please let me out. It's so warm." She tried to move, but the thick down-filled bag had been tied securely to the bed, and the ropes around it had kept her immobile all night.
"But maybe your memory is a bit better than it was last night now. So I'll ask again: did you have any visitors yesterday?"
"Yes, our neighbour came over."
Veronica smiled. A nice and uncomfortable night did wonders to help the truth. Of course the neighbour had come over - they had seen the fresh footprints in the snow.
"Why?" she asked.
"She wanted to borrow some milk," Yasmin said.
Veronica's smile disappeared abruptly. Did the girl think she was stupid? It had only started snowing when they left the party at midnight. No way that old woman had come to borrow milk at that time. And besides, there must be a reason Yasmin hadn't wanted to tell that woman was here. There was more to this.
"I think we'll have to give you the rest of the day to think about it some more," she said as she started closing the suit's hood again.
"Shall I get a heavy blanket so she doesn't get cold meanwhile?" Sally suggested.
"No, please, no!" Yasmin thrashed around her enclosed head as much as she could. "I'll tell everything! Really!"
"Everything? No more lies, nothing left out?"
"Yes! Please, open it again!"
Veronica considered for a long moment, then she opened the down suit's hood again. "Last chance, Mini," she said. "You'll tell everything now or I swear you'll be in this the rest of the day and the next night."

---

When Jamie came over later that day, Susan answered the door.
"Hello, handsome," she said, leaning against the doorframe in a lazy, gracious pose.
"Hi, I'm here for Yasmin."
"Yasmin? We have no Yasmin here. It's just Veronica and Sally and me."
"Really? But... I met her last night and she gave me this address. I wanted to bring back her shoe, she lost it last night."
"She must have tiny feet," Susan said, examining the shoe. "I'm sure it wouldn't fit me, nor Veronica or Sally."
Jamie looked crushed. "Then I must have gotten the address wrong. If there's nobody else here..."
"Well do come in then, and you'll see there's nobody else here."
"No, I mean, I believe you of course, I didn't mean..."
"Don't worry, come in and meet the others, and have a look around."

"Sorry to disappoint you, it's just the three of us here," Veronica said after Susan had explained the situation. "And Mini of course."
"Mini?" Jamie asked.
"Our mannequin. We like to put our excess clothes on it. We call it Mini. See." Veronica opened a wall-high cupboard, and Jamie saw an expedition-quality down suit. The hood had been tied shut completely, and judging by how thick and tight everything was, there must be many more layers under the suit. Several straps were needed to hold the whole thing up apparently. On the mannequin's hands were huge mittens and its feet were in oversized Moonboots.
"Well, Mini won't get cold," he said.
"No. But I'm afraid she's not the one you're looking for either," Veronica said, pointing at the enormous Moonboots. "Those feet wouldn't fit that small shoe of yours either."
She closed the cupboard and locked it, leaving the mannequin in its darkness.

Aisha

Life is full of coincidences, and the way Ingrid and Aisha met is a perfect illustration of that. Had Ingrid not fallen at that exact moment, just when Aisha was the only person around, they would never have known each other and everything that follows would never have happened. And the fall itself was caused because Ingrid was distracted by a crossing cat, and lost her footing on the icy pavement. So in a way, we have the cat to thank for everything that comes next.

As said before, Aisha was the only witness of Ingrid's tumble, and that little coincidence was critical as well, because if anyone else had been there, Aisha would have hurried on instead of helping Ingrid. Aisha is not a particularly selfish person, however. The problem was how she was dressed at that moment. She was wearing her black, knee length down jacket, with the hood up and tied quite tightly, leaving just her eyes and nose showing. But the really weird thing, the thing that excited her but caused her to avoid contact with other people, was that she was locked in the hood. She had replaced the drawstrings with small chains, attached a padlock and left the keys at home. The padlock was covered by her long white scarf, but still...

So when Ingrid fell, Aisha's first impulse was to let somebody else help her, but with nobody around, she had no other choice than to approach the woman who was clearly hurt quite badly.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, and immediately realized it was a stupid question. Yes, she was hurt.
"Should I call an ambulance?"
The woman on the ground considered this, then said: "No, I live right around the corner. It will be easier to have the doctor come over. Better than sitting here in the snow, too. I just need to get home. Could you help me?"
"Sure. Where are you hurt?"
"Left ankle seems sprained, I won't be able to stand on it. And my left wrist hurts really bad. I think it's broken. Can I use your scarf as a sling?"
Aisha's face suddenly felt very warm under her hood. Taking off her scarf! She hesitated but there was really no possible explanation for refusing. She just had to hope the woman wouldn't notice the padlock. So she unwrapped her scarf and knotted it, creating a makeshift sling which she carefully hung around the woman's neck so she could rest her painful hand.

Next, Aisha helped the woman up. She stood on her right foot, with her right arm around Aisha's the base of Aisha's thick hood for support. Then they slowly advanced, the injured woman hopping on one foot, trying to be very mindful of more slippery patches. Aisha had her arm around the woman's waist, so she could catch her if she should fall again.
"I'm Ingrid by the way. And thanks for helping me."
"I'm Aisha, and no problem. How far is it to your house?"
"It's really close, just around the corner. The second house, number 23."

Once they reached Ingrid's place, Aisha, who was now carrying Ingrid's purse as well, found the keys and unlocked the door. Then she helped Ingrid inside, where she dropped down on a sofa. Aisha put Ingrid's bag next to her.
"Thanks again. Could you just do one more thing for me? I have ice in the freezer. Can you get it? And also a towel to put it in."
Aisha was feeling pretty uncomfortable in her tight down hood, but you can't really refuse in such a situation. So she went to the kitchen, and returned a moment later with the ice and the towel. Meanwhile Ingrid had managed to take off her shoes. Aisha handed her the towel - and then the dreaded question came.
"Thanks. Won't you take off your coat? Or at least the hood?"
Aisha's face (thankfully almost entirely hidden) turned scarlet. "I, uh, I,..." she stuttered.
"You can't take it off because it's locked?" It was more a statement than a question; Ingrid wasn't blind, after all, and the padlock had been right in front of her eyes when Aisha handed her the towel.
"Uh, yes..."
At that moment, when Aisha thought she couldn't possibly be more embarrassed, another person entered the hallway.

Sheila entered the living room and stopped as abruptly as if she had ran straight into a brick wall. Picture the scene she arrived at: her friend and roommate Ingrid is sitting on the sofa, with one foot bare and her arm in a makeshift sling. Standing in front of her is a person in a thick black down jacket, with the hood up and tied tight. The person turned towards her, and amusingly, the expressions on both faces were identical: fear. Sheila's first impression was that Ingrid had been beat up by a robber, who would now lunge at her. Aisha felt as if she'd just been caught masturbating in front of strangers.

The moment passed, however, and Sheila realized her first impression was wrong. She was still shocked, however, and she wanted to ask "What happened?" but somewhere between her brain and her mouth the words got changed to "Who are you?" at the hooded person. It was Ingrid who answered though, and told her about the accident she had.

Aisha, meanwhile, just wanted to escape from the humiliating situation, and realized that, now that Sheila had arrived, it was time to bolt.
"Well, I really need to go now, so..."
"Yes, okay, thanks a lot Aisha. Please, can you just write down your phone number before you go? I'd like to call you again later."
Aisha did this, without the faintest idea about the consequences of that innocuous act.

---

A week after that incident, Ingrid called Aisha. They talked for a bit about Ingrid's injuries. (The ankle was better, she could pretty much walk normally. The broken wrist was in a cast.) Then Ingrid said she had a present for Aisha, to thank her for her help. Aisha said that wasn't necessary, but Ingrid insisted that it was something special for her, and she hoped Aisha would enjoy it. Aisha's curiosity was roused, and she agreed to come over on Saturday.

Of course this time Aisha didn't wear her lockable down jacket, so she was able to take off her hood and jacket. Ingrid and Sheila were both there, and the three girls talked for a couple of minutes before Sheila brought in the cardboard box that contained Aisha's present. She opened it and revealed a bright red long down coat. But, as Ingrid quickly explained, it wasn't an ordinary coat. Just like in Aisha's other jacket, they had replaced the hood drawstring with a chain so it could be locked. In addition, they had done the same with drawstrings around the waist, at the hem, and around the wrists. These last ones had been done in such a way that they could be led through loops in a matching set of mittens, making those also impossible to remove. And finally there was a pair of Moonboots, also with chains and locks to prevent them being taken off.

"So now you can be locked into your complete outfit," Ingrid concluded. "What do you think?"
Aisha was stunned. Not only had Ingrid noticed the lock on her hood and known what it meant, apparently she had taken the idea one step further. And why? To mock her? To please her? On one hand Aisha was embarrassed that someone knew her secret (two persons, actually); on the other hand she had to admit that she was excited to wear these clothes. In the end though, it was just her upbringing that kicked in and made her smile and thank them. When you got a present, that was the only correct response, her parents had taught her, even if you had your doubts about it. And she sure had her doubts. She was very uncomfortable about her secret being out.

But there was nothing she could do about that now. And of course she had to try everything on. A minute later she was dressed in the knee length down coat, the Moonboots and the heavy, down-filled mittens. Everything in a fiery bright red. Then, one by one, the chains which were worked into the garments were pulled tighter and locked with padlocks. One on each of her Moonboots. Then those around her wrists, which also kept the mittens on her hands. Next the one on her waist. And finally the one at the hem of the coat. This one Sheila pulled very tight, nearly forcing her knees to touch, before she locked it.

Aisha wanted to say that was too tight, she couldn't walk this way, but then she realized that didn't really matter. She wasn't realistically going outside like this anyway. All of those locks were clearly visible. She said: "It's a really nice outfit, but you know I can't go outside in it, right? Everyone would be able to see the locks." "Right! We've thought of that!" Sheila said, and quickly left the room. Aisha was momentarily puzzled, until Sheila returned with a green rubber raincape. Without a pause, she put it on Aisha. "There, all covered!" she grinned.

It was true. The cape was slightly longer than the down coat, so it even hid the odd position of her knees. It had no armslits, so her arms were entirely under it.
"Oh, one more thing," Sheila said. She pulled up the back of the cape and took Aisha's right arm. She did something with the padlock on her wrist, pulling her arm backwards a bit while she did this. Then she suddenly took her left arm as well, and before Aisha knew what happened, they were locked together on her back.
"Hey!" she exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"With your arms under the cape, they're useless anyway. Might as well lock them together, while we're at it." Sheila said.
"But I don't want that! Unlock them, please!"
Ingrid stepped in. "Don't worry, Aisha, we'll unlock them afterwards. Now it doesn't really matter, does it? With those mittens locked on and under the cape, you couldn't do anything with your hands regardless."
While that was true, Aisha didn't think it made her any happier.

Aisha tried a few tentative steps. "I can hardly walk like this, with my arms on my back and my knees  together. I feel like I'm tied up."
"Yeah, you are pretty well tied up," Sheila said. "Just one more thing." And suddenly she had something in her hand that made Aisha really afraid.
"W-what's that?" she stuttered, although she knew what the red ball that dangled on the leather strap was for.
"As you said, you're essentially tied up now, so it's only fitting that you get a gag as well," Sheila grinned, and ominously walked up to her. Aisha tried to step back but found herself stopped short by her hobble. Sheila was holding the gag right in front of her face now.
"No, no, I don't want a gag. Listen, I..." Aisha babbled, but that wasn't very smart. With her mouth open, Sheila could easily push the gag in, and she buckled up the strap and locked it. Aisha protested but nothing intelligible came out.

Then Sheila put Aisha's hood up and pulled it tight to hide the gag. Only her nose and eyes remained visible. She used a scarf to cover everything up further, and finally pulled the rubber hood of the cape over it all and tied that in place. It still left a good amount of the red hood visible.

"Okay, let's go," Ingrid said as both girls put their jackets on. Aisha shook her head as much as the hoods would allow. She didn't want to go out like this, all tied up and gagged! But they each put an arm around her and gently but firmly pushed her towards the door, ignoring the wild shakes of her hooded head and the pathetic grunts in her gag.

That was the first time Aisha went out completely tied up and gagged - but of course it wasn't the last time. Once her initial panic subsided, she enjoyed the afternoon, and Ingrid and Sheila took good care of her. So if you ever run into these three girls, one of which stays covered under her coat and cape, with the hoods up and tied tightly, always silent and never moving her arms - you'll know you've found Aisha. Go say hello to her; I expect her face will turn red while she lowers her hooded head to escape your attention.

Raissa's Revenge

After she discovered the truth about what had happened during her "quest", Raissa's first instinct had been to rush to Francesca and... do what? She didn't know, and that made her pause. She wanted revenge, that was certain. And she realized she wanted Francesca to be humiliated in public, because that had happened to her. She needed to find a way to get Fran outside in her beloved gear. That would cool off that horny bitch! Well, not literally, perhaps.

---

It was Saturday, and Francesca wanted to spend the day locked inside her Glosssuit. She called her good friend Raissa and asked if she could come over later to free her. That was no problem, Raissa said, and she asked what she was going to wear.
"My blue Glosssuit, with the open face, and a gag," Francesca said.
"You should put the orange pants and jacket on underneath," Raissa suggested.
"Hmm... Why not? This will be a hot day," Francesca laughed.
"Enjoy!"

Twenty minutes later, Francesca was lying on her bed, dressed in the orange down pants and jacket, with the blue Glosssuit on top. Exactly like Raissa had been dressed when she had sent her to the fetish party. The thought of poor Raissa, dressed like this outdoors, made her extremely horny. It had been a naughty thing to do, she thought. Francesca had agreed to go to the fetish party, but then started having second thoughts. She wanted to know what it was like, but she didn't dare to go. She had thought up a plan to make Raissa go in her place, and once that plan was formed she couldn't get it out of her head. And eventually committed to it.

It had been Raissa's idea to wear the jacket under the suit... just like how she was dressed that day. Usually Raissa didn't mind what she wore. Was it possible that Raissa had enjoyed wearing this outfit? Perhaps they could do some sessions in down together? The idea drove her wild and she climaxed.

She was dozing on the bed when suddenly the bedroom door opened. Half asleep and with her head packed in down-filled nylon, she had heard nothing. So she had the fright of her life when there was suddenly a man in her bedroom, dressed completely in black, with a balaclava over his head. She jumped up and would have screamed, but the gag and her hoods blocked the sound almost completely. She backed away in the furthest corner but the man closed the distance in a few steps. She was paralyzed with fear when he grabbed her and threw her face down on the bed. At least he can't rape me, shot through Fran's head, and the absurdity of that caused a brief panic-induced giggle which made her briefly choke on her gag. She made a snorting sound as she sucked air through her nose.

Meanwhile the man was sitting across her legs and ass while he pulled her arms behind her and tied them together. First her elbows, then the wrists. Despite the thick filling of her suit, he managed to tie her arms securely together. He had still not said a word, and neither had she, obviously. Wasn't he surprised about that? Wasn't he surprised to find her in a down suit? Or was he just too professional to show it? That thought sent a cold shiver down her spine despite the fact that she was hot and sweaty.

Once her arms were tied, the man shifted his position and started on her legs. Francesca feebly tried to kick but her struggles only resulted in more heat trapped inside the suit. Finally the man got off her and she felt her ankles being pulled towards her ass. The connecting rope between her ankles and elbows was pulled as tight as possible, completing her hogtie.

The man left the room and she was alone, her mind filled with fearful thoughts, her body drenched in sweat.

Some time later - half an hour, perhaps? - she heard a rustling sound. The man was back, and he lifted her knees while pulling something under them. He worked it further under her body and when he reached her head she could see what it was. An huge, brown garbage bag. Fresh panic engulfed Francesca and she desperately tried to kick and scream, but of course, tied up and gagged as she was, this had absolutely no effect. The bag was pulled over her and closed. Francesca noticed that their were tiny holes in the bag, which would allow air passage. She hoped that meant the man didn't want to kill her.

Now she was lifted up, one person holding her knees, another her shoulders. So there was a second robber. Carefully they carried her out of her bedroom. Then she was placed down again. She judged they must be at the top of the stairs now.

Nothing happened for a moment, and then suddenly she was pushed forward! She screamed in her gagged as she was pushed face forward towards the stairs! But instead of tumbling down the stairs (and likely breaking her neck) she slid over a smooth surface, accelerating downwards. This didn't quite stop her panic however, and she kept howling in her gag while she slid faster. Then the surface leveled off, she was still carried forward by her momentum, until hands stopped the motion of her bagged form. A slide, she realized when she finally calmed down a bit. They had placed a slide on top of the stairs, with soap or oil on it to make it more slippery. At that point somebody bumped against her knees - the second robber coming down.

Then she was being carried again. Through the door - outside now. Placed down again, on something soft. Then, unmistakable - the crashing sound of a trunk being closed, right above her. She was being kidnapped!

The engine started, and now they were driving. Soon she realized the entire trunk was filled with soft things, pillows or mattrasses, so she didn't get hurt when the car turned. So her kidnappers were concerned with her well-being. That was a good thing, at least. That wasn't to say that she was comfortable though. She was still in a tight hogtie, with a large ball in her mouth, dressed in layers of down inside a plastic bag, in a stuffed trunk. Her nostrils were wide as she kept taking deep breaths of warm air that would rapidly run out of oxygen. She wondered how long she could survive here.

Thankfully, it was a short ride. After ten minutes the car stopped and the trunk was opened again. Then the bag was opened and even her ropes were being untied. Still facedown, Francesca had not seen her kidnapper yet. Once she was untied, her legs were pulled over the edge of the trunk so she could easily climb out. She turned and faced her captor.

"!!" No sound escaped her suit, but "Carl" was what she had tried to say. The man - now without balaclava - was Carl, Raissa's boyfriend!

"You've done something pretty nasty to Raissa," he said, "and this is payback time. You'll have to walk home like this. Raissa will be waiting for you. I suggest you use the time to reflect on what you did and think of how you will apologize to her."

He turned back to the car and took something from the passenger seat. Her oversized Moonboots, which were meant to fit over the attached feet of her Glosssuit. "You'll need these," he said putting them on the ground. Then he closed the trunk, got in the car and drove away.

Francesca was standing in a clearing in the forest. She recognized the place. She had picknicked here last summer. With Raissa, of course. She was about 10 km from home.

Awkwardly, she picked up the oversized Moonboots and walked over to a bench. She sat down and started putting them on. It was difficult work with her limited vision and the suit's thick mittens, but she took her time for it. She was in no hurry. She knew she deserved this, but that didn't mean she looked forward to her walk of shame.

Of course, some part of her did look forward to it. While she was lacing up the Moonboots, she felt excitement and fear doing a strange dance in the vicinity of her stomach. She managed to tighten the hood of the Glosssuit, making the opening very small. At least that hid the other hood underneath, and the gag. When she finally stood up and started walking, it felt like she was dreaming. This couldn't be happening. But it was. And she knew there was no way out, no way to avoid this.

---

It was horrible. Every person she passed stared at her. She tried to avoid their gaze, but she still saw their amazed and amused faces. Even through her hoods, she could hear giggles and laughter and people talking about her right after she passed. She could never understand the words, of course, but by the way conversation abruptly broke off when people noticed her, she knew it was about her.

The worst was when she had to pass four young women, about her own age, all immaculately dressed in a way that showed they cared about fashion. They were wearing heels that made clacking noises on the pavement - until the moment Francesca crossed them, and she knew they had stopped and turned around to look at her. She thought she'd never forget the sound of their laughter.

And it could get worse still. Three boys, about 15 year old, were walking in the same direction, and they were now right behind her. They talked about her loudly, clearly not minding that she could hear them.
"I think she's going to climb the Himalaya!"
"Yeah, she must've taken a wrong turn on her way to Africa!"
That one's not passing any geography tests soon, Fran thought.
"Look at those boots!"
"Yeah it says Moon Boot on them. Maybe it's a spacesuit?"
One of them now danced to the front of her, and asked: "Hey are you going to the moon? Or the Himalaya?"
When she didn't reply he went back behind her and said to his friends: "She's got her hood tied almost shut! Like Kenny from South Park!"
Another one now came in front of her and asked: "Are you Kenny?"
He went back and reported: "She's not answering!"
"At least Kenny makes noises, this one's dumb!"
"Look! There's a lock on her zipper! She can't get out of that suit!"
This was going bad. She had to get rid of them. Francesca turned into a side street, hoping they wouldn't follow. It didn't work. The first boy showed up in front of her again. "Can't you talk?" he asked. He peered into her hood opening and deliberately blocked her path. She tried to go around him but he stepped in front of her, forcing her to stop. She tried to turn away again but then he grabbed the drawstrings of her hood, pulling it completely closed. She pulled her head away and grabbed at the drawstrings with her mitten, but he easily held on.
"Let me tie this for you," the boy said. He was starting to make a knot, which would seal her in the darkness of her hood, with no way to escape. Gagged and blind and unable to open the knot with her mittens, how would she ever get out? Panic gave her strength, and she roughly pulled the strings out of her hands and managed to open her hood a bit again. Then, before he could try again, she pushed herself between the boys and ran away as fast as she could.

Francesca ran until she was out of breath, which was soon because of her gag. She breathed heavily through her nose and turned to look behind her. They hadn't followed her. If they had, they would of course have outrun her with ease. Francesca was now even hotter than before, and completely exhausted. Her nostrils were wide, making snorting noises as she greedily sucked in air. She walked on for a bit but eventually she had to rest. The heat inside the suit completely drained her energy. Francesca entered a park, located a bench and fell down on it.

An old woman shuffled past and then sat down on the bench. "That's a fancy suit," the woman commented. "You must think it's really cold to wear a thing like that. Me, I don't think it's cold at all now. We used to have real winters. This is nothing. You young people have grown weak." Francesca of course remained silent during this monologue. "Yeah, ignore me, I'm just a babbling old fool. That's what my son seems to think too. Respect for your elders, that's another thing of the past it seems." Francesca stood up and walked away as fast as she could.

On and on she walked. She was humiliated, tired, and sweating so much it seemed her clothes must all be glued to her body by now. But eventually she got home, and went in through the back door. Raissa was waiting inside, sitting on the sofa. Francesca went down on her knees in front of her and hung her head in a mute apology.

"Francesca, I'm willing to forgive you for what you did to me, on one condition."
Francesca looked up at Raissa.
"From now on, you will wear your hood up whenever you are with me."
Francesca nodded.

It's been a while since my previous post...

Writing is not easy.

You need inspiration, time, and the willingness to spend that time writing. And unfortunately, there isn't a whole lot of pay-off. My hope when starting this blog was to get in tocuh with people with similar fantasies, or who can in another way appreciate mine, but such contacts have been few. Getting comments on my stories really makes all the difference between writing and not bothering to.

That said, another problem has been the story "Alissa Razatski". It's not that I don't have ideas for how to continue - I do. The problem is, the plan I have for this story is rather big - it should become my longest story so far. But because of that, I can't get myself to actually write it. It's a lot of work, and I never find the energy to do it. I still intend to write it, eventually, but for now the best solution was to pause that story so I could at least allow myself to write others. Like a sequel to Raissa's Quest. I hope you will enjoy Raissa's Revenge.

Firestarter: What is your favorite story and why?

Endangered Blog

Hi all,

I just received an email from Blogger, saying they will further restrict blogs containing sexually explicit images or videos. My blog does not contain those specifically; there are only stories here. Still the fact that I got that email is a bad sign. It seems possible that this blog will be shut down. There new policy will be in effect on 23rd March 2015.

So I'm posting this here to
1) give you a fair warning that the blog might suddenly disappear a month from now. If so, it's not because I closed it.
2) ask if anyone has ideas for the best alternative place to post my stories. Preferably where they can be picked up by Google searches.

Meanwhile, enjoy part 3 of 'Alissa Razatski'.

Kuomu

Alissa Razatski (part 3)

They drove for hours, through an increasingly desolate landscape. Evelyn had no idea how far they had to ride, but her discomfort grew every minute. She had tried in vain to open the hood of the suit, to at least allow some fresh air to reach her face, but it was impossible with the mittens on. With the hood tied over her mouth and nose, her own breath kept heating her up further. She had also struggled against the belts, but that only generated more heat. She could feel the nylon of the inner jacket cling to her sweaty body inside the suit and Anouchka's coat. She had managed to unzip the top of that coat, but only until the belt that ran below her breasts, which was too tight to allow her access. And the enormous Moonboots were like furnaces for her feet.

Shortly after dark, they reached a small village. It consisted of maybe ten houses. The SUV stopped in front of the largest of these shacks, and Tatjana stepped outside and opened Evelyn's door. The blast of cold air was very welcome to Evelyn. Tatjana undid the belt and helped Evelyn out of the car. Then she took off Anouchka's coat and handed it back to her so she could put it on. Evelyn was too exhausted by the trip to say anything and allowed them to escort her to the house, where a man, having heard them arrive, opened the door. There was some talk in Russian, after which Anouchka led the way upstairs. Apparently she knew the way here, and she opened a door to what turned out to be a fairly large bedroom. There was a bed for two persons, a small television, a table with two chairs, and a relaxing chair.

Anouchka and Tatjana took their coats off and threw them on the bed.
"Where are we?" Evelyn asked confused.
"Well, I don't know if this village even has a name," Anouchka said. "Anyway, we're staying here for the night. Driving around after dark is too dangerous in this area. We've rented this room before when travelling to the airport. It's not very luxurious, but there aren't many options around here. And the food's decent."
"Can you help me out of this suit?" Evelyn asked. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "my bag with my clothes is still in the car!"
"You can keep the suit on," Anouchka said, while she sat down on the bed. "It's not very warm in here."
"But I'd rather..."
"There's not much point in changing your clothes now. I hear footsteps on the chairs. Our food is coming."
Indeed, a moment later their host knocked and then entered, carrying their dinner. He showed no surprise at seeing one of his guests still in her red down suit, with the hood pulled tight around her eyes. He placed the food on the table, exchanged a few words in Russian, and left.

Anouchka opened Evelyn's hood so she could eat. It was still difficult, in her thick suit with the clunky mittens. And the hot food made her sweat again.
"Can't you take off my hood?" she asked.
"No, the zipper goes from top to bottom," Anouchka said. "So the hood can't be taken down."
"Can you just unzip the suit then? I could keep the pants on and take the top half off. That would be easier for eating, and I'm very warm."
Tatjana looked up from her food, looking annoyed. "Do you always complain so much?" she asked rather angrily. "Can you just shut up and eat?"
Evelyn was taken aback by Tatjana's temper and dared not ask again. She started to work on getting the food in her mouth.

After dinner Anouhcka said: "Well, let's go to bed then. We want to leave as early as possible tomorrow."
So early, Evelyn thought. Although she didn't actually know what time it was, it felt really early to sleep. But perhaps she was just a bit jetlagged. And there was something else. "There's only a bed for two persons," she pointed out.
"Yes, but we're prepared for that," Anouchka said, opening a suitcase she had taken with her and showing Evelyn a sleeping bag. She threw it to Tatjana who started taking it out of its bag. "We'll share the bed, you get the bag."
"Okay, but do you have something I can lie on?"
"You can sit in the relaxing chair, that's soft enough, and we can tilt it back so you're almost lying down."
"But it can't be put completely horizontal. I'll slide down."
"We've thought of that. You'll see," Anouchka said. Meanwhile Tatjana had unrolled the sleeping bag, which was a thick black down-filled mummy bag. They helped Evelyn out of her Moonboots and then she stepped in the bag.
"Hey, won't you take off my suit first?"
"Just keep it on," Anouchka said while they lifted the sleeping bag over Evelyn's body. She helped Evelyn sit down on the relaxing chair.
"But... I need to go to the toilet first," Evelyn tried to stop them.
"You have a diaper on, don't you?" Anouchka said. "So that's not a problem." Meanwhile Tatjana had gone to the suitcase and now she returned holding a bunch of ropes.
"What's that for?" Evelyn asked nervously.
"As you said, you'd probably slide or roll off the chair. So we'll simply tie the sleeping bag to the chair," Anouchka said while she started looping the rope around the sleeping bag and the chair. Then she pulled them tight and started knotting them.
"That's tight! I can't move anymore," Evelyn complained.
"You don't need to move, you need to sleep," Tatjana countered. She'd taken another piece of rope which she was wrapping around her legs, while Anouchka continued on her upper body. They were doing a thorough job, Evelyn thought.

Once her complete body was lashed to the relaxing chair, Anouchka tilted it backwards so she was almost lying down. Evelyn could only look up at the ceiling. Then Tatjana's face appeared in front of her. "Lights out," she grinned, and pulled at the drawstring of the red suit's hood.
"No, don't!" Evelyn protested, but it was too late. The next moment Evelyn's hood was closed completely and she could see nothing.
"Please, open my hood," Evelyn begged, but Tatjana ignored her and was already closing the hood of the sleeping bag over the hood of the suit, muffling the sound of Evelyn's voice.

"Little girls have to go to bed early," Anouchka said in Russian to Tatjana, "but I'm not tired yet."
"Me neither. Let's watch some television," Tatjana agreed.
Anouchka took her coat from the bed, and put it on the bound sleeping bag, carefully putting the hood over where Evelyn's face was. "This way the sound of the television won't disturb her," she grinned.
"Good idea," Tatjana said, taking her own black down coat and putting it on top of Anouchka's white one.

They turned on the television and ignored the barely audible cries for help that came from the pile of down.

---

When Anouchka and Tatjana woke up, they went downstairs to have breakfast, leaving Evelyn to smother under the pile of down a while longer. They refreshed themselves, then they prepared to leave. Only when everything else was done, they removed their coats from the sleeping bag and started untying Evelyn.

“Good morning,” Anouchka beamed when she opened Evelyn’s hood, revealing her tired eyes blinking in the light. She only opened the hood slightly though, and quickly tied it again, not allowing the rest of her face access to fresh air. “Did you sleep well?”
“I don’t think I slept at all,” Evelyn retorted. “I was way too hot and I was nearly suffocating in that closed sleeping bag.” She had no idea she had been under two additional down coats, which were at least in part responsible for that.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Anouchka said. “Maybe you can sleep some more in the car.”
“I’d rather have a shower first. I’m all sticky with sweat.”
“I’m afraid we don’t have time for that. We want to arrive at Mappisi by noon. So we’ll leave immediately.”
By now, Evelyn was free of the ropes and the sleeping bag and shakily got to her feet. “How about some breakfast first?” she asked.
“Sorry, no time,” Anouchka said, sounding genuinely sorry. “But here’s a bottle of water. Sit down and have a drink, while I help you with your Moonboots.”
“Won’t you help me out of my suit first? I need to use the toilet.”
“That’s a waste of time, it would take too long and you’re wearing a diaper anyway. Here, have a drink and sit down.”

Soon Evelyn was ready to go again. Because of her tiredness, her limited vision and her gigantic Moonboots she nearly tripped and tumbled down the stairs, but Tatjana grabbed her by the hood before she could fall. “Take care,” she said curtly, sounding more angry than concerned.
They reached the car and Anouchka got out of her coat and behind the wheel again. Tatjana once more held out the coat for Evelyn.
“No, I really don’t need –“
“Can you stop being so stubborn already!” Tatjana exclaimed.
Evelyn was a bit scared of Tatjana, who didn’t seem so friendly. Too tired to argue, she stuck out her arm and allowed Tatjana to pull the sleeves of the coat over her down suit again. Once both arms were in, Tatjana hoisted the coat over her shoulders, from front to back.
“Hey, it’s backwards!” Evelyn said. Tatjana was already behind her, zipping it up. The large white hood was pulled closer to her face as the zip was closed.
“That’s so you can sleep some more while we drive,” Tatjana said, while she opened the door and pushed Evelyn into the seat. She lifted Evelyn’s legs and put them inside, then started doing up the special seat belt again. Once Evelyn was secured, she closed the suit’s hood completely, pulled up the thick white hood and tied it at her back, so she wouldn’t be able to take it off.
“Have some rest,” Evelyn heard Tatjana’s voice, as if from far away. “You’ll need every bit of rest you can get at Mappisi.”