Message-ID: <38650asstr$1033758602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews3 From: Felix Dartmouth X-Original-Message-ID: Reply-To: felix.dartmouth@archw.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.6 9412 g94CBX21018650 mailbox3.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 04 Oct 2002 07:10:52 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} AEJ R 1 (bondage story segment) Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2002 15:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman Felix Dartmouth Archives BBS WWW Site (C) Felix Dartmouth 1996 http://www.archw.com/ felix.dartmouth@archw.com AEJ R1 Jim could see Angelica blanch as she saw the bindings arrive, so he quickly stepped up behind her, took her right wrist, and clasped the remaining 'cuff around it, and tightened to the proper tightness the one on her left wrist. "Do you have a pair of standard-keyed leg irons that we can borrow?" Jim asked the guard. "Of course," she said, and went forthwith to fetch them, after handing the leather strappings, rope and gag to Jim. Angelica's arms were in a relaxed position behind her back. Her bra and slip showed against the dark tan background of her skin through the sheer white blouse that she wore. She made a tentative check by pulling her wrists forward, but only found that they moved upward on her back. After taking a couple of steps, as if that would help her to free herself from her manacles, she tried again, and she lifted her wrists about half way up her back, and twisted them, attempting again to gain freedom. Jim and the Colonel watched the lovely young lady's vain attempts at escape with interest. Angelica, with her chained wrists halfway up her back, tried to look back as if she could see some method of gaining their removal, but all she saw was unforgiving steel tightly clamped about her lacy sleeves. She looked up at Jim, saw him smiling, and then gave up in exasperation. Her wrists fell back into their natural handcuffed position with a quiet clatter of the steel links. Jim began to arrange the leather harness, and then laid it over a chair. He approached Angelica with the rope. "Surely you're not going to strap me up in that, that thing!" exclaimed Angelica, unable to find words to properly describe the device that sought its place about her body. "It's necessary, because we need the press coverage as we exit," explained Jim. "Now turn around, and let me tie up your elbows." "So this is why you asked if my elbows could touch behind me," said Angelica, and she turned and held out her handcuffed arms. "Won't this wrinkle my blouse?" she asked nervously. Jim looped the thin rope several times around her arms, and then pulled. Angelica's polyester sleeves provided no resistance as cotton sleeves might have, and the multiple loops acted as powerful pulleys, inexorably uniting Angelica's limber elbows. Jim made a knot, then cinched the ropes by passing loops between Angelica's sleeves, then knotted again. He remarked to himself that this was a pretty good job of tying. "Don't worry about your blouse," said Jim. "We will get it laundered and pressed at the hotel tomorrow morning." The guard had returned with the leg irons. They were not the standard type, but a variety that was used more often in Mexico that provided a much shorter chain between the ankle cuffs. Standing to the side, as is prudent when affixing irons on women with heels, she clamped the cuffs about Angelica's slim ankles, then rose, and handed Jim the key, which he pocketed. Angelica watched objectively the incremental severity of her loss of freedom. "Don't you think that I am being tied up just a bit too much?" asked Angelica. "Not really," replied Jim. "This will make a great impression on the press." "Then I guess I will be unchained when we get to the hotel room?" "You will be untied, but of course you can't be released altogether. Probably, I will just tie your arms and legs and gag you for the night. That should not be so uncomfortable that you could not get any sleep." "You mean that I have to spend the night tied up and gagged!" exclaimed Angelica. Felix Dartmouth (C) 1993 Archives BBS -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+