Jamie opened her mouth wide before gently touching the lipstick to her lower lip. Slowly she drew it across her lip to the right then left and back to the center. She did this three times, just like her mother had shown her. She was proud that she didn't get any on her five-year old face.

She bussed, transferring the red satiny color from her lower lip to her upper. She made a kissy face and leaned in to check in the mirror. There were a few gaps which she touched up quickly. She kept her mouth open while the lipstick set. She knew that the makeup would stay on no matter what happened.

She loved the way her lips looked in lipstick. She made funny shapes with her mouth, turning her head from side to side until she started laughing and fell on the floor. She rolled around for a bit, enjoying the feel of the carpet on her bare skin, careful not to touch her lips to the fabric.

Catching her breath, Jamie returned to the mirror. She rummaged through the junk on the table in front of her until she came up with her eye makeup set. She liked bright blue eye shadow. She thought it was pretty with her light brown hair, so she put that on. Just like the lipstick she put more on than she needed.

Jamie batted her eyes at herself in the mirror bringing on some more giggling. She didn't need mascara. Her eyelashes were very long and jet black, so she was done.

She picked up a pair of earrings that her mommy had given her after daddy left. They were diamonds set into dangles about three inches long and a quarter inch wide. Yes, they were real diamonds. They were kind of heavy for her ears, but she loved to wear them. Especially when she played the game. She put them in her ears and shook her head from side to side. She loved the way they swung from her earlobes and caught the light.

Jamie next took a pair of sheer suntan pantyhose and put them on, slipping them on slowly, enjoying as always the kiss of the silky fabric against her skin. She stood and worked the hose carefully up her little girl legs and over her hips. This style of pantyhose was called "hip hugger" and it barely covered her hip bones. She made sure that everything was adjusted just so, then climbed on the chair and admired herself in the mirror. She loved the way the dark brown of the nylons contrasted with her creamy white skin.

Jamie leapt of the chair and raced across the room to leap up on her bed. She landed kneeling and picked up a panty. It was red and sheer, a grown-up sized panty that her mother had worn the day before. Jamie had grabbed it from the hamper before her mother collected the laundry that morning. Holding on to the panty, she picked up a black necktie that had belonged to her father. He really liked the thin look of the sixties and so the tie itself was about three-quarters of an inch wide, perfect for what Jamie had in mind. Careful not to chip the polish on her nails she packed the panty into her mouth. The last bit took effort but she was able to tuck it all inside. She picked up the necktie and used it to tie the panty into her mouth, pulling it as tight behind her head as she could before tying a perfect square knot. There was plenty of tie left so Jamie tied the ends together so they would be the perfect length down her back.

Next Jamie picked up a pair of tights that she had outgrown. She had already cut off the panty part and just the two leg pieces remained. She looped the first around her ankles, which she had crossed, making sure that the tights were tight enough so she couldn't uncross her ankles. She took the second and carefully measured the length she needed before tying a slip knot in the foot end and then tying the open end around her ankles so she couldn't bring her legs together.

Jamie checked the clock on her bed stand. It read "9 o'clock" in the morning.

Then Jamie picked up a pair of small swimming goggles. She had put clear tape over the lenses which was carefully cut to fit exactly. Then she put black electrical tape on the lenses so all what was left was a small square hole to see out of. When she wore them, Jamies field of view was severely limited. The clear tape limited the light that came through the hole, an effect similar to wearing sunglasses inside a building. Jamie would have to concentrate and stare at a thing for a bit (sometimes quite a bit) in order to make out what the object was.

Using touch alone, Jamie found and picked up a pair of child-sized handcuffs. These were toys that she and her father had bought from that giant toy supermarket downtown. They were metal, fairly good quality and sturdy. They had a safety release so you didn't need the key to open them. Her father was quite handy with tools so he ground down the quick release handle and inserted a small pin so that the cuffs wouldn't open without the key.

Jamie locked the cuff on her right wrist until the metal touched her skin. She liked the coolness of the metal and took a moment to caress the cuff, touching her skin and then the metal in turn, remembering fondly the games that her father used to play with her.

Jamie drew herself back to the present. She needed to concentrate as the next part was tricky. Working by touch, Jamie mated the loop from her gag and the loop from her ankle. Then she slipped the handcuff through both loops and clasped it on her left wrist. The chain was long enough for her to get a good push on the clamp and closed the cuff until it touched her skin.

Jamie loved this part and felt a thrill as she let go of the material and situated the cuffs. Right now she was kneeling and the two loops met near the small of her back. After staring for a few moments to be sure of her position on the bed, Jamie toppled forward landing with a woof and a squeal as she bounced towards the edge of the bed. One of these days she was sure she was going to miscalculate and wind up in hospital. But not this time.

Jamie's legs were bent with her feet sticking up into the air. She straightened her legs slowly until the slipknot closed on the handcuff chain. She felt a moment of excitement as she realized that she was really tied. At this point she would need help to get out of her bonds. If she wasn't gagged, Jamie would have been grinning from ear to ear at that moment.

Wiggling, Jamie succeeded in sliding off the edge of the bed until her foot touched the ground. Carefully she stood up on the one foot. She practiced gymnastics and so had great balance. The tights connecting her ankle to the cuff didn't give much and so she was limited in two ways; first she could only hop on one foot or the other, and second she couldn't straighten out her legs without dragging her head back and forcing herself to look at the ceiling. If she wanted to see where she was going, as much as she could wearing the goggles, she needed to hop.

Jamie hopped across her room to the door or I should say into the door, which she had closed without thinking. She bounced off the door and it took a great deal of skill and quick hops but somehow Jamie kept herself upright. Unharmed and giggling, Jamie hopped back to the door, slowly this time, and examined the handle like a myopic mole, her face barely an inch away from the handle. The handle to her door wasn't standard for most bedroom doors. Instead of a round handle, her father had installed one that had a bar sticking out parallel to the surface of the door so he could use his elbow to open the door when he would carry his bound little girl to bed. It had a lock built into the handle with a little knob so he could secure the door so they wouldn't be disturbed as they played. Jamie couldn't remember if she had locked the door. Finally she determined that the door wasn't locked and she used her chin to pull on the handle and open the door.

Jamie hopped slowly out into the hallway. Now she was in tough territory as the floors in the main areas of the house were polished wood and her foot tended to slip a bit as it landed. On the way to the stairs Jamie slipped twice, both times catching herself on the wall.

Jamie was smart enough to know that the stairs were dangerous in her current state. She had carefully counted the number of hops from her door to the top of the stairs and practiced until she could do it without thinking. Balancing at the top step, Jamie sat down on her nylon-clad tush. She slid her feet forwards until she felt the next step and slid until she felt the edge of the landing against her butt. Then she pushed her feet out past the edge of the step. The end result was that her butt slipped off the landing and fetched up hard against the step below.

Jamie moaned and drew in a sharp breath through her nose. Her butt hurt like she was being paddled, which was why she liked going down the stairs this way. The stairs had twenty steps and when she regained her footing at the bottom, her skin showed red through the nylons.

Slowly Jamie hopped down the downstairs hallway and into the kitchen. Already her tush was throbbing and her legs protested loudly. She was panting heavily from the exertion and even though the house was cool enough for her bare nippies to stand at attention, Jamie was warm.

In the kitchen, Jamie hopped to the blob that she knew had to be her mother. She focused her gaze on what must have been her mother's face. Her mother said, "Well, what a little beauty you are today. Out for a stroll?"

Jamie wanted to banter with her mother but all that came out of her packed mouth was a muffled "mmmmmph."

Jamie's mother bent down and grasped Jamie's face gently in one hand. "Are those my good red panties you have stuffed in there young lady?"

Jamie blushed. She hadn't gotten permission to use her mother's panties. Her mother tolerated her need to be tied up, even tying up Jamie and her friend Stephie a few times, but Jamie wasn't sure how she would react to having her panties in someone's mouth.

"I am very cross with you young lady. I have half a mind to turn you over my knee and paddle your bottom redder than it is right now, but you would like that too much."

Jamie had to agree.

Jamies mother smiled impishly. "I know what. Maybe I won't give you the key to your cuffs. Maybe spending the weekend tied and gagged like that, going hungry and thirsty, peeing and pooping in your pantyhose will teach you to ask first. Hmmm? What do you think?"

Jamie shook her head violently from side to side. She squeaked, startled, as the earrings struck her in the face. She growled.

"So, you won't take mommies things again without asking her?"

Jamie nodded her head with the same enthusiasm.

"Good. Here's your key."

Jamies mother tossed the key in the direction of the living room. It skittered and clattered across the floor. It bounced at an odd angle off a table leg before stopping against the wall.

"Mmmmmm!," Jamie said as she heard the key hit the living room floor. Her mother wasn't playing fair. She was supposed to drop the key on the floor of the kitchen and then Jamie would find it in a few minutes, no more than half and hour. This would take hours and Stephie would be over around noon.

As if she could read Jamies thoughts her mother said, "This will remind you not to use my things without asking first."

Resigned, Jamie carefully sank to her knees. She bent low at the waist until the floor came into focus. Then she scooted off to search for the key.