Hi, I’m Cecilita, but my person is of no interest in this story. We are many girls in different ages in a group in the South of Sweden. We are joint by our feelings submissive, that is why we choose the name SUBLIGAN (Sub-gang) for our group. We met regularly on first Tuesday in the month and then one of us is telling about an event or experience from the last time. Mostly the stories are true, but sometime they are more a wish or a fantasy in a hope to come true.

I’m chosen to handle the protocol, or more precisely to record and later write down the stories.

That also means that I can’t take credit for the story only the blame for the poor translation.

If you decide to read it you have to live with that. The alternative is that the story would never be told.





One Tuesday we were temporary out of stories and Alice announced that she had a story, but at the same time she winked at me. It was a so quick wink that I wonder how quick our brain is to perceive small signals. One of the problems in this rapid process is that when we looked our mind in a decipherment it will block out other alternative.

I was unsure if her winking indicated that her coming story not rested on her real experience. I have forgotten to ask her because when she started her story it didn’t felt that important.



Alice is a girl in her early twenties. She is around 160 cm (5 ft 3 in) and has a dark hair, which is filled by millions of small curls. So many that her hair looks frizzy, as it lived its on life. The length is just to her shoulders.

She looks like my doll Mary, as I had when I was a little girl and that my mother bought at the shop Boreus in Helsingborg. Her face is baby-sweet with a little nose. Her lips that are just perfect and she has cheeks that you want to bite, even as a girl.



From her chin and down every comparison with Mary stops.



Alice has a generous bust and promising curves, without of being chubby, but I can imagine her after 15 years being a little Madame in her body if she doesn’t watch for it. But for that scenario she has many years left and now she is just between being thin creeper and a buxom.



(In Sweden we have a special word for when something is between, LAGOM Just medium and I like it as it is”.)



Her voice is high and soprano and has a tendency to give away when she is excited.



When she stand in front of us she is dressed in a dark brown pleated skirt, that follows her lines and fit close to her inner thighs when she moves, an autumn brown plain blouse (shirt-waist) in the same hue as high heels (pumps). Her movements are abstemious as she mostly stands still and rather stiff.



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To give her story a fair background I have later had an interview with Jimmy. He also admitted and confirmed his part in the manipulation of her. You will quickly understand why I start with Jimmy’s confession”.

/Cecilita.



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JIMMY JIMMY JIMMY JIMMY



JIMMY



My crime: I’m not at all proud of what I did, but I’m a man and want to feed my eyes with pictures of beautiful girls to look at and I’m also a person who wants to be (must be) in control of things.

I plead guilty!



The flat (apartment) beside of mine in the block of flats (apartment house) has been empty for two months and that was rather unusually because of demand.



So it suddenly sprang out in activity in the flat. Different craftsmen started to repaint and repaper in there.



Curiously I visit the flat and watch electrician work with their cables and things.



They told me that a single, young and good-looking girl was to move in to the flat and they also told me that she was a spiritualist or something similar.



In the middle of the wall, facing my flat (apartment) was a big electric tin in the wall. I ask them what it was and they told me that the same family had rented both mine and this flat before my time. That was why the family has had a communication installed between the flats, with microphones and loudspeakers on both sides. The cables went through the common wall.



Now the painters (coming Monday) were ordered to repaper the wall and its hollow space.

I had not noticed anything on my side of the wall, but would surely investigate it.



It was late Friday and the workman wanted to go home. I was still in the flat and they were in a hurry. There was nothing to steal in the empty flat so they ask of me to lock the door when I went in to my flat.



Suddenly I was alone in the empty flat and stood in the room with the tin.



The electricians were ready with their work and the painter should put paper over the tin on Monday.



The technician in me started to wonder. The factors were:

The tin in the wall, a single girl was to move in to the flat and she was a spiritualist. The last meant that she believed in ghosts and spirits.

In any case was a secret communication between the two flats useful, now or in the future a good thing. In any way nothing negative.



I didn’t lock the door but went in to my own flat and opened my tool-box. I didn’t find what I searched for so I went down to my radio store.



I have I radio-shop with five employees. They are two male sellers, one girl at the pay-desk and two technicians beside of my self. The shop has a good location and is giving me good money. The girl in the cash-audit has give in her notice. She is moving to another town with her boy-friend. I will miss her and the female company at the firm.



Back in the flat I put together supervision equipment, with a new all-around-loudspeaker, web-camera and a microphone. I paste a piece of wall-paper and putty over it all and a bit of sticky tape to protect the lens and the microphone. The camera had an electric motor to steer the zoom.



I don’t want to bore you stiff be details, but when I tested it in my computer I got a surprising good picture over the room. I could even read the text in a paper I put on the opposite wall.



To divert the painter’s watchfulness I put some putty on other spots on the wall. It must look like someone had prepared for their wall-paper-work.



I the rest-time on Saturday and Sunday I tested the sound by putting in a radio and when I tested the loudspeaker I was surprised that I was difficult to determine from where the sound was coming.



Monday the painter arrived and I talked to him and he suspected nothing.

Now my only problem was if the girl could put up a painting or a print over the camera lens. But that was out of my hands.