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Little Susan had just eaten her breakfast on that beautiful late July morning when her Mum told her the good news.
"Really really, Mum?!?"
"Really really, darling. And your outfit is here, and they'll be here and collect you in about a couple hours".
Susie was impatient. And, well, somewhat thrilled. She was to take place into a totally new game she had suggested herself.
So Susie's Mum proceeded to show her the outfit she was about to wear.
"Oh, wow..." she commented. Not much of a comment, indeed.
"Not much of a comment," her Mum replied. "Aren't you going to give up, are you? Otherwise we must tell them as soon as possible".
"No no no," Susie said. She had had the idea four months ago, she had gone through all that exercising, she had had that marvellous chance, she surely wasn't about to give up.
So, with some necessary help from her Mum, she began putting her outfit on. They had chosen a "darling-candybar" style with some interesting details. First she slipped into a pair of skimpy knickers and then little white socks were next.
When the socks were in place, Susie's Mom reached for a pair of nipple clamps and attached them one by one to her daughter's tender litle nipples. Susie winced and cried out as the clamps pinched her little buds but her Mom smiled and said the pain will last for a short while only and that she had to suffer a little if she wanted to make an impression on the TV audience.
Next came the corset. Her very first corset. It wasn't so strict, well, at least she'd expected it to be much more strict. Mum laced it on her very firmly but didn't squeeze her too tightly. After all she had to exercise for four days before performing, so there was no need to demand too much from her right away.
For little Susie, it wasn't the beginning of a dream but the apex of it. She had sent that idea with so few hopes they'd accept it or at least read it. But their reply came after just one week- the concept had been accepted and if she wanted to perform, well, she'd have had the chance of being the front line girl!
She was thinking about that while her Mum bound her little feet with rope. It was weird how she managed to lace her up so to force her feet into a permanent en-pointe position, and in order to stand she would have to let her whole weight be on her toes. But how can I walk bound like this? the little girl wondered. Then she remembered she wouldn't have to walk around very much.
"Hey! Are you dreaming about your success?" Mum called. Yes, they needed to hurry. Those painful nipple clamps and corset had taken some time to be put on her. So Mum put on her a nice choker with a "S" on its front made of little pearls, and a PVC miniskirt. The skirt was amazing: it was extra short, and had a slit right on the behind that revealed her panties with every movement she happened to make.
All the elements of the outfit were candybar pink.
Mum helped her to stay on her pointed toes for a while so she'd be able to admire herself in the mirror. The little girl absolutely loved her new self. She was feeling so- well, she just didn't know the right word for that.
"So, are you ready for the final touch?" Mum asked.
"Uh uh," Susie murmured.
The first half of the final touch was tying of her hands. Mum laced her forearms firmly with leather restraints, behind Susie's back. She was feeling aroused herself. She had dressed her little daughter up that bizarre and erotic way, and now she was tying the child up. And all because little Susie had won a Summer TV contest.
"Have you any last words?" Mum asked.
When the staff minicoach hooted, Susie was ready. Mum took her up since a walk would take ages, and carried her daughter up in. Mum saw the staff had already collected half a dozen little blond-haired girls. All were wearing a pink outfit exactly like the one Susie wore, and everyone had their tiny little nipples painfully clamped with cruel metal nipple clamps and a nice pink ball gag that was keeping them silent. Susie had hers on, too. Mum secretly smiled. If I only had thought of that solution on long trips when Susie kept talking, squealing or making noise for hours..!
Mum waved bye-bye to her daughter that was riding away to her idea.
And she happened to think about the strange facts of life. A little girl decides to send along a TV show concept idea for a cable network, and she's called to be a star for it.
Susie was so enthusiastic, and well excercised to boot. She could do that.
Meanwhile, in the minicoach that was entering the highway...
"OK, girls, you all know what you are here for" the young man said. All girls nodded yes.
So, after four days of training and practicing, the seven girls were ready for the show.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to RVTV's newest show," the showman greeted. "As usual, this is Harry J. Bondwise. I hope you enjoy the evening. As you perhaps know, this show is based upon formulas conceived by our audience. This evening we're offering you a special treat: we're live from the theater of Ropeville Adventure Hotel, in, er, well, in Ropeville, [sitcom-style hahhahha] and connected with the Rose and Denise Cable Network. Today we'll enjoy a synchro-bondage exhibition, performed by seven pink-clad blonde angels. We'll have also Tierra Lee as a special guest who will sing "Chained To The Blues" in a very special attire, and a big surprise for the end of the show. But let me say hello to our audience in the theatre. They are parents and relatives of the little girls who'll perform tonight. And now, since I think you all want to see what synchro-bondage actually is, let's start with the show. The synchro-bondage idea is by little Susan B. Dinkins, who will be the soloist in every scene. Her proposal was chosen as the best one among all the ideas who entered our May contest, 'You decide the show!'. The first scene is 'Suspended by hands while pulling on nipple clamps'. Enjoy the show!".
And yes, Susie's Mum was sitting in the first row and had her digital camera ready to capture her little daughter as she hangged suspended by her hands while Harry J. Bodwise slowly pulled on the nipple clamps attached to the child's little buds....
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