Hi. My name is Julie, and this is the story of how I began enslaving my cousin. Every summer, my family would spend several weeks at a small cabin in the woods. These summers gave me some of the best memories from my childhood. This cabin wasn't really primitive, but it wasn't modern either. We had electricity and running water and a basic flush toilet. We also had an outdoor shower and sink attached on the side of the cabin. There was no privacy for the shower, but in the family and the culture I grew up it, it didn't matter that much.
It was me and my mom, and my Aunt Ann, my mom's younger sister, and my cousin Dan. Both our dads had died in the army. Both moms were working and also received a decent pension from the army without which we could not have afforded these yearly trips. It also helped that all four of us now lived in the same house. Dan was a year younger than me. Even though I was a girl and he was a boy, Dan and I were the closest of companions and the best of friends; we were really more like sister and brother. This year, I was 19 and he 18.
My family weren't official nudists or anything like that, but basically this was a European culture where nudity was no big deal, especially at a pool or beach or sauna, even more so if it was among family and close friends. Naked bodies were not a mystery to Dan or me; we had seen each other and all our moms naked many times. We knew what girls and boys and men and women looked like, and it was just something we accepted without a lot of thought, and certainly without sexual connotations. There were two small bedrooms in the cabin and one small upstairs loft sleeping area. The moms used a bedroom each, and Dan and I slept up in the loft.
This particular summer, the moms mostly stuck together, as usual and they left Dan and me to amuse ourselves. We were given a lot of freedom to play and roam on our own. They had taught us a lot about how to be safe in the woods, how to not get lost, what to do in all kinds of emergencies, and they trusted us. They also had us take swimming lessons from a very early age, and we were both strong swimmers. Dan and I liked a lot of the same things. We liked to make up stories and act them out like a theater play. We liked to have play "fights". We never punched or hurt each other, but we would get pretty physical, with wrestling fights and tickle tortures for the loser. We liked to build things in the sand by the edge of the pond, we liked to go on long hikes in the woods, and especially, above all else, we loved to swim.
We had swim suits, but the pond was very sandy, and our suits would end up full of sand. Our moms had a rule that if we had been in the pond we couldn't go back in the cabin until we showered, and the swim suits had to be rinsed out and hung up on the line outside. So after we had been swimming, we would go to the outdoor shower, take off our suits, rinse them out and go naked to the back yard to hang them up, then we would shower together, dry off, and then we were allowed to go in to get dressed. Like I said, nudity in my culture was no big deal, and we thought nothing of this. After a few times of this hassle, we decided to just skip the suits and swim naked. Our moms said that as long as we were both OK with that, they were too. The nakedness wasn't anything new for us.
There is one other detail that is important to my story. For as far back as I can remember, Dan had said he wanted to be a police officer when he grew up. He had a toy police hat and badge he would wear, a plastic billy club, and a set of plastic handcuffs. They were sized for a school age kid, but they were surprisingly strong and secure. Instead of a chain between the cuffs, there were hinges, and they needed a real metal key to unlock them. They didn't have the silly little release tab like most toy handcuffs. The design with the hinges made them very strict since you couldn't twist your wrists around. In our play acting, Dan and I must have "arrested" each other hundreds of times, locked each other up in the cuffs depending on whose turn it was to be the "cop" and who had to be "the bad guy". Neither of us ever successfully escaped from these handcuffs without the key.
This summer, I and Dan were playing in the pond. Sand from the pond tended to get everywhere, but we had figured out a way to deal with it. We kept a bucket by the pond that we could use to get water to rinse with. We'd go down to the pond in our summer clothes and just bring towels. We'd strip naked, hang our clothes and towels on a low branch, and skinny dip together or play in the sand by the pond and build cities and towns and castles, and sometimes stuff like towers and volcanoes. We'd have play fights and cover each other in mud, but since we weren't getting our clothes dirty our moms didn't care. When we were done we'd be muddy messes, but we'd fill up the bucket from the pond and wash each other off, then we'd get our towels and dry off, put our clothes back on, and go back up the hill to the cabin. This really was one of the very best times of my life.
Today, I guess Dan was feeling especially mischievous. Remember those handcuffs I told you about? Well Dan had hidden them in the pocket of his camp shorts and brought them with him down to the pond. We did our usual swimming together and building sandcastles together and roughhousing together (all while we were completely naked), then I rinsed myself off with the bucket, and I laid my towel out in a nice sunny patch of grass just a little way up the hill to the cabin and I lay face down on my towel to enjoy the sun and let it dry me off. I shut my eyes and I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of the sun and the warm summer breeze on my bare skin.
I had just about dozed off when Dan pounced on me. He locked the toy handcuffs on one wrist, and before I even realized what was happening, he got my other wrist as well. In a few seconds I was face down on my towel, completely naked, with my hands cuffed together behind my back. We sometime got pretty physical and rough in our games, but this was kind of over the top. We hadn't made up a story together, and we had never handcuffed a naked prisoner. I stood up, looked Dan in the eye, and demanded he get the key and let me out. He got kind of a funny look, and he soon admitted that he had forgotten the key; it was back in the toy box up in our loft in the cabin. I ordered him to go back to the cabin and get it. At first, I thought he was going to do that. He looked at the path up the hill back to the cabin. Then he got a really mischievous look on his face. He grabbed my towel that was still on the ground, and he went over to our tree branch and got his towel and all his clothes and also my T-shirt and shorts and even my panties and he ran off down the path that went deep into the woods.
I looked down at my nakedness. With my hands locked behind my back there wasn't a thing I could do to cover myself. My eighteen-year old body was kind of at a matured stage. My breasts had budded out into a decent-sized cones, my nipples had gotten puffy, and I had started to get some dark pubic hairs.
I thought about my options. My towel and all my clothes were gone, and so was Dan. With my hands locked behind my back I couldn't run very fast, so even though I was faster and stronger than him, I knew I wouldn't be able to catch up with him.
I decided I'd just go retrieve the key and let myself out. I knew both moms would be there, and they'd surely see me naked. Being in the handcuffs did make it kind of embarrassing, but I didn't have a better plan. So, I made my naked hike up the hill back to the cabin. When I got there, both moms were out on the patio behind the cabin. My mom saw my nakedness and asked somewhat amusedly what had happened to my clothes. I turned around with my back to my mom (and my front to my aunt), and I showed my handcuffed wrists. I said that Dan and I had been playing around with the toy handcuffs but he had forgotten the key. They asked why Dan didn't come back for the key himself. I guess I was a little too nice and I didn't want to rat him out for his mischief, so I just said that he was busy playing in the sand.
I went into the cabin. I had to be very careful going up to the loft with my hands cuffed. Digging through the toy box was easier said than done with my hands stuck behind my back. To make things worse, I had just come in from the bright summer sun, so I could barely see in the dim light of the loft. I eventually found the key way at the bottom. Trying to use the key in the cramped, dark loft wasn't working out well, so I held it tightly in my hand and very carefully made my way back down. I went back outside to the patio where the light would be better to get myself out. Of course, I was still completely naked, since there was no way I could pull on any clothes with my hands cuffed like that.
I asked for some help getting out. All eyes were on me. It was a funny feeling. I felt very exposed and vulnerable and embarrassed being completely naked with my hands stuck behind my back. Still, at the same time, I was feeling proud of my developed body, and I knew I was completely safe. The adults started back in with their comments. Aunt Ann said I was so beautiful maybe they should keep me locked up here and not let me out. Mom said she agreed with her sister; she though they should just keep me locked up to enjoy my beauty. It was fun being the center of such positive attention, but still, I needed to get free.
I asked again for someone to help me unlock the cuffs. The moms decided that I was hiding something about what had happened with Dan and me and how I had ended up like this, and they told me they wouldn't let me out until I told the truth and the whole truth. I didn't want to get my favorite cousin and my best summer friend in trouble, but I really didn't have a lot of options. I was completely naked and completely helpless, and certainly in no position to be defiant. Hence, I spilled the beans and told the story of sunbathing naked and dozing off and being pounced on and locked up by Dan. My mom fleetingly seemed very angry. It was just for a moment. But, it was certainly there. Finally, Aunt Ann told me to come over to her and turn around. I turned my back side to her, and held out my hands.
