“Well this sucks…” Yoko thought glumly. The young woman groaned miserably into her gag. A large rubber ball was clenched between her teeth. Two leather straps were attached to the sides of the ball. They circled around her head, buckled tight at the back. Two more straps extended up from these, joining into one at the bridge of her nose. This was pulled over her head and attached at the back. Another strap was pulled under her chin, holding her mouth clamped shut on the gag.
The 18 year old girl shifted her body, trying to find a less uncomfortable position. Her choices were…limited, to say the least. Yoko knelt on the ground in the yard. The trim, green grass beneath her legs was still damp with early morning dew. The teenage girl shivered. It was still rather chilly out and she was still dressed in the clothes she’d gone to bed in: a pair of light blue panties and an old t-shirt. Her straight, black hair was braided into pigtails, hanging over her shoulders.
Yoko’s legs had been folded over, so her feet touched the tops of her thighs, and bound with rope, in a simple, but effective frogtie. Her arms had been placed behind her back, wrists crossed and bound. More rope circled her arms and chest, wrapped around her breasts, shibari style. Each rope had been pulled snug against her body and tightly knotted, with no give to it.
A thick, leather collar completed Yoko’s bondage. It was buckled snug against her throat. A short, leather leash was clipped to the front of the collar. The other end was tied to a short, wooden stake, stuck in the ground, with a foot or two of slack. A cardboard sign had been stapled to the front of the post. It read:

“For Sale: One Sister. Good at doing chores, cooking, and helping with homework. Make me an offer.”

“What’s the matter sis?” Yoko’s younger brother, Hayate said, crouching down beside his big sister. “I said I wanted to hold a yard sale to sell of some useless things cluttering up the house, and you said it was a great idea!” He teased, grinning.
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…” Yoko thought to herself. She groaned softly into her gag. Already a crowd was beginning to gather…