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Chapter 5 : Bottom or Top
Answering Machine
Hannah’s answering machine had five messages when she got back from the shops. Three of them were from Liz. The other two were the short click and buzz of someone hanging up as the answering machine cut in.
“Give me a call when you get back, if you’re free,” the last message said. “I wondered if you had time for coffee and, well, for coffee anyway.
Hannah pressed the button to clear her messages. Liz was showing all the enthusiastic signs of a convert, potentially annoying but, Hannah thought, understandable. To Hannah, Liz seemed like a woman that had never really thought about passion in her life and had now discovered something that brought out feelings that she didn’t fully understand and wasn’t entirely in control of.
Hannah called Liz. Liz managed to let the phone ring once before picking it up. “Hullo, Liz?” Hannah asked. “I wondered if you were still free for that coffee?”
“Yes, yes, please, do come over...”Liz’s response tumbled out. Soon after, Hannah joined her.
Bedroom Scene
Two cups and a jug of coffee, milk, sugar and biscuits stood on the low table in front of the couch in Liz’s lounge.
The coffee was cold. One cup, Liz’s, had not been touched.
Upstairs in the bedroom, behind drawn curtains, Liz was enthusiastically encouraging Hannah. “Don’t worry about those stockings, you can use those,” she said as Hannah held up a fistful of Liz’s hose from a drawer in her dressing table.
“All right,” said Hannah. “Face down, hands behind you. You’ll find this more uncomfortable than the rope. The stockings can really cut into your wrists, I’ll tie them over the cuffs of your blouse.”
“Don’t worry, I want to feel the tightness.”
“All right,” Hannah pulled the nylon tight and knotted it. “Now your ankles,” she said and did the same. Liz wriggled experimentally, testing the way that the bonds held her. Hannah smiled. “If you really want to feel helpless there’s a couple of other things I can do.”
“Mmm, please,” said Liz, rolling on to her belly.
“All right.” Hannah took another stocking and pulled it around Liz’s elbows, pulling them closer together behind her back.
“Ohhh,” Liz moaned, quietly at the discomfort the addition caused. Hannah, unphazed by Liz’s response, took the loose ends of the stockings that tied Liz’s wrists and ankles and used them to draw them together. “Ahh,” Liz reacted, “that’s cruel. That’s really cruel. I can hardly move.”
“Isn’t that the idea?” said Hannah sitting down on the bed beside her.
Liz looked up at Hannah. “I guess so,” she said, a little sheepishly. She gave an experimental wriggle. She didn’t think she would be able to free herself, no matter how much she struggled. There was something missing though. “Can you gag me too?” she asked.
Hannah looked down at Liz and smiled, remembering the first times she had surrendered to the embrace of ropes and straps and seeing in Liz’s bright eyes and flushed complexion the same combination of delight and desire. “Of course. Have you got a scarf or something like that?”
“Mmm,” Liz nodded. “Over there in the closet. There’s a drawer with a few in there.”
Hannah followed Liz’s nod and found a scarf. She spun the square of red and gold cloth until it made a narrow strip and then knotted it until she had made a big ball of cloth in the centre. “Open,” she ordered and, as Liz obeyed, she pushed the knot between Liz’s lips and deep into her mouth. Hannah knotted the scarf behind Liz’s head. Liz tried to say “Thank you”, surprised at how full her mouth felt and how little sense the resulting sound made.
Liz tested the strength of her bonds and the effectiveness of her gag, wriggling and grunting. Soon she was lost in her own fantasy; forced in here by a masked burglar, thrown on the bed, wrestled into submission and bound and gagged. She was aware that she was becoming more and more aroused, aware too that Hannah was watching closely, evidently concerned for her safety, or perhaps for something more.
Suddenly Hannah’s hand flew to the back pocket of her jeans. “Oops,” she said, “my phone. Shh for a minute.” She pulled the mobile out and flipped it open. Liz saw her swallow and lick her lips as she calmed herself to answer it. “Hannah Kleich,” she said.
There was a pause. “Oh, hi. Yes sure. Of course. No, not now. I can’t. It’s – difficult – sorry. No, not now. Julia, not now.” With a frown she flipped the phone shut and cut off the call. “Sorry,” she said to Liz. “I should have turned it off.”
Somehow Hannah’s remark seemed unbelievably funny. Turning off your phone in the cinema, the theatre, a restaurant, in a business meeting all seemed like the polite thing to do. But because you had a friend bound and gagged with her own hose, sprawled on her bed? That was a real case of ‘modern manners’ thought Liz.
Liz struggled for a while longer, feeling more and more aroused but conscious too of Hannah’s increasing distraction. Hannah was trying to look stern as Liz tried to free herself but she was evidently worried about the call. Liz relaxed, rolled over and grunted, “Untie me, please.” It came out as “ungg hi eee – gleeesh” but Hannah seemed to know what she was asking. She loosened off the knotted scarf and Liz pushed it from between her lips. Then she started on the stockings that bound Liz’s wrists, elbows and ankles.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “It was disrupting.”
“Don’t worry,” Liz said. “I’ve enjoyed myself. Thank you. And actually it was a bit sexy having you talk to someone on the phone while I was helpless.”
“Well,” Hannah said. “I’m sorry anyway. Julia can be a bit jealous, I guess.”
Liz looked down at her wrists. Dark groves in her skin showed where the stockings had held her. “I see what you meant about the marks,” she said. “I’ll be wearing long sleeves for a while, I guess.” She looked out at the bright sunshine, it looked like it was going to be a hot day. “Never mind,” she said. “It was worth it.”
Chapter 6 : Night Hawks
Confrontation
“I think we need to talk.” Liz said bluntly. “I wasn’t happy about things during the session with Sir Geoffery and I feel we have got some things that we need to sort out between ourselves.”
Liz was surprised with herself. She wasn’t usually this up-front, especially about personal relationships, even with her husband. Somehow, though, this was different. She had discovered this extraordinary new aspect to her life and she was determined not to let her enjoyment be spoiled by any issues that Julia had.
Her assertive approach startled Julia. “Oh,” she said, “yes. Well, if you want to talk. Sure. What do you suggest?”
“Let’s meet for a coffee. I know it’s late but the new place on the edge of town will still be open, I’ll meet you there in a quarter of an hour. OK?”
“Well, yes. OK.”
Liz, pleased with how she had handled it, put the phone down and called to her husband Ben. “I’m off out for a while, love.”
“It’s almost 11:00 honey. Will you be OK?”
“I’m just meeting Julia for a coffee at that new place. I’ll be back not long after midnight. Don’t wait up,” she said and headed for her car.
Diner Booth
She parked outside the Coffee Stop Diner just as Julia pulled up in her Toyota. The diner didn’t look busy. It was hardly surprising given the time. There was just one other car in the car park, a battered old pick up. There were only a couple of lights on inside the diner but the door opened when they pushed it and although there was no sign of a waitress or any other customers come to that Julia and Liz chose a booth and sat down opposite one another.
Liz looked around. There was still no sign of a waitress. “All right,” she said. “I’m going to be straight about this. Do you have some sort of problem with Hannah and me playing together?”
“Hey, hang on,” Julia protested, “what gives you that idea?”
“You mean apart from the problems she had on the phone with you when we were together and the business at Terry’s with Sir Geoffery’s display?”
“I was just joining in, being part of the fun. Why should it be more than that?”
“It shouldn’t but it is, isn’t it? I saw the look on your face when you chose that gag. You were punishing me for something. Look if it’s a problem with Hannah then fair enough. If you two have got some sort of exclusive thing going on then I don’t mind. But I didn’t think it was like that and I don’t think Hannah does either. If you do, then you and she have some things to sort out.”
Julia looked non-plussed by Liz’s plain speaking. She opened her mouth to speak and then threw her hands to her mouth, a wide eyed look of fear on her face. As Liz was about turn to look over her shoulder at where Julia was staring she heard a rough voice say, “What the fuck!” and another say “Oh, shit man, this is more trouble!”
Off to the kitchens
Liz saw at once what had scared Julia. The two men were dressed in black and both wore sinister ski-masks covering their faces. The taller of the two was standing right behind Liz. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from the booth. “Just keep fucking quiet, lady,” he snarled, “or things could get really nasty.” He pulled a knife from his pocket and with a click Liz felt a terrifying prick behind her ear as the blade touched her neck. Julia gawped in fright. He turned his head to his friend. “Grab the stupid looking one,” he said. “We’ll put them in the back with the others. But lock the fucking door first, this time.”
The other man slid past Liz and her captor to shut the front door of the diner and then came back for Julia. He pulled her to her feet and the two girls were pushed forward towards the door that led through to the kitchens.
As soon as they got there it was clear that the men had more on their minds than robbery. On the floor of the kitchen, three of the diner’s waitresses and the chef lay, bound, gagged and blindfolded with strips of grey tape. The three waitresses bore the signs of having given the men some sexual amusement, their pink, short skirted uniforms in varying states of disarray. All four reacted in fear to the sound of the men reappearing.
The girl nearest to them, who was struggling face down on the floor, had her skirt pushed up over her waist and her panties pulled down to where the strips of tape were wound around her knees. Behind her, a dark haired girl had been tied to the leg of the serving counter. Her dress had been pulled open at the front and her bra pushed up to expose her tits. The third had been tied kneeling by a chair; her wrists taped to the arms of the chair, her knees taped to the front legs so that she was facing whoever was sitting on the chair with her head at the level of their knees. From the wet streaks down the front of her dress that Liz could see as the girl struggled round to face them it seemed obvious that she’d been tied there and then forced to give one or both of the men a blow job while they sat in comfort.
The chef had faired no better. It looked as though her whites had been cut off her as she lay helpless. Now she was virtually naked, except for her cap, surround by tatters of her clothing that were only held to her body by the tape that had her helpless.
“Hullo again ladies, we were sure you’d be missing us so we thought we’d come back. Ain’t that what you waitresses say, ‘Come back and see us soon.’ - eh, girls?”
The four of them squealed in distressed response.
“Don’t worry ladies, we’ve finished with you,” the man holding Julia said.
“This time...” Liz’s captor cut in.
“But we’ve got two new playmates to deal with.” Liz could see the look of fear on Julia’s face as her captor said the word playmate. She was feeling scared herself but wasn’t going to show it, if she could help it. “Right ladies, through to the office.” He said as he wrenched Liz forward by her arm, slamming her against the door frame as he pushed her forward. The impact stunned Liz and she half stumbled, half fell into the room pitching forward on her hands and knees. “Stay down, there, darling.” The man threatened.
“You can join her,” the other man snapped as he pushed Julia down beside Liz.
The two girls looked around, in one corner was what had obviously been the men’s main objective. A small safe sat on the floor with its door open and a few papers scattered in front of it. The rest was completely empty.
Then they saw the men’s other victim.
The Office
The restaurant’s manageress was sprawled on the floor beside the safe. She had been tied to a chair but she had tipped it over in her efforts to free herself and was now laying, half stunned, looking up at the two men and their two new captives. Her head was inches from the handset of a phone that she had knocked from the desk in an attempt to summon help.
The man that had grabbed Liz bent down and picked it up. “Now that was naughty,” he said, chidingly. “And such wasted effort.” As he put the handset back in its cradle he grabbed the phone wire, showing the woman the torn end where it had already been pulled from the wall socket.
The woman growled into her gag, drawing an amused chuckle from the man. He picked the woman and her chair up, set it back on its four legs, and pushed it back against a pillar. He shucked a black rucsac from his shoulder, rummaged inside it and pulled out a hank of rope. Swiftly he looped the rope around the girls waist pulling her back against the pillar, tied a few knots and then, cruelly, took another loop across her throat. “If you don’t want to strangle yourself stay still,” he snapped. “Understand?”
The woman gave a muffled squeal of fright and sat frozen, straight upright against the post.
“Now you’re being better behaved,” the man smirked. “You know, we were so busy getting into the safe that we didn’t take any time to play.” He ran a finger down the woman’s neck and down the of the collar of her blouse to where her cleavage finally disappeared beneath white cotton. The manageress growled, the tpe and what ever was stuffing her mouth making her objections unintelligible.
“Let’s sort these two out first,” the other man said, turning back to Liz and Julia. “All right ladies, you obviously wanted to spend some time together so we’ll let you.” He nodded to his partner and the two of them went to work.
Julia and Liz were pushed together face to face and then their arms were dragged around behind the other’s back before their wrists were tied. More ropes followed around their waists pulling them tightly against one another. Their ankles were tied so that their legs were wrapped around each other too, the knots pulled more cruelly tight than anything that either of the girls had experienced in their play with their friends.
“Here’s a good one,” the first man said, his hand pushing between the two girl’s bellies to loop another length of rope around the one that went around Julia’s waist. He pulled it back, jerking it tightly up against her crotch and then tied it off again around Liz’s wrists. “Just to give you girls a bit of fun after we’ve gone.” he pulled at Liz’s wrists. The cords cut into them as the rope tightened but for Julia the sensation was quite different. As the rope across her crotch became taut it pressed against her and as the man pulled on Liz’s wrists the sawing motion of the rope between her legs began to have an effect that was completely inappropriate for her situation. The other man could see Julia’s reaction and she could tell he was grinning behind his mask. He took some rope and did the same for Julia’s wrists and Liz’s crotch and it was clear to the two girls that the more they struggled to escape the more the ropes between their legs would contribute to distracting them from their purpose.
“This is fun but we’d better get going,” the first man said. “You got any more of them napkins to keep these two quiet.”
“Sure,” said the other, not waiting for Liz or Julia to respond but wadding one into each mouth. Liz felt the stiff cloth pushing her tongue down and stuffing her cheeks until she thought her mouth would burst. It was far worse than anything that had been done to her by Sir Geoffery or Hannah. The man didn’t pause though and pulled strips of tape across her face, sealing her mouth shut. Julia got the same treatment in spite of her trying to pull her head away.
Friendly Embrace
Julia and Liz started to struggle to escape almost as soon as the thieves had gone. Face to face and sprawled on the floor the two women were soon sweating from their efforts.
Now that the immediate threat from the men had gone, Liz found herself disturbingly aroused by the situation. Even more disconcerting, the effect of the rope pulling across her crotch was making things worse, the tingling sensation in her sex was making it difficult for her to concentrate on her efforts to escape. Not only that, but Julia was nuzzling her face against Liz’s. Surely, Liz thought, she isn’t trying to get off on this? Then she realized that Julia was trying to dislodge the tape around her mouth, hoping to snag a corner of the tape gags that silenced them. Liz tried pushing back against Julia. To an observer it looked as though the two were engaged in a passionate kiss but the girls’ efforts were less about pleasure and more about trying to relieve their situation, albeit without success.
It was as Liz and Julia rolled, struggling on the floor that Liz felt something hard in the back pocket of Julia’s jeans. Realizing that it was Julia’s mobile phone, Liz started to try to push the phone out of the pocket. Julia, misunderstanding Liz’s fumbling at her backside, grunted in protest but Liz kept at her task. Eventually Julia recognized what Liz was trying to do and Liz’s efforts succeeded. The phone popped out of Julia’s pocket and fell to the floor. The two rolled around so that Julia could get her hands on the phone. It took her some time, fumbling with her hands tied behind Liz’s back, to first of all switch it on and then to dial 911. Once the operator answered, the two girls engaged in energetic, muffled grunting trying to convey their situation.
Luckily their plight was recognized, the call traced, and not long after the flash of police beacons could be seen reflected on the ceiling of the restaurant’s office.
Liz, Julia and the restaurant staff were soon freed by the police. The officers did what they could to calm the distressed women. The chef and the waitresses had borne the brunt of the robber’s attentions. Two women police officers busied themselves in trying to provide what comfort they could while at the same time trying to get as much information as possible about the robbery and assault. The manageress had been terrified by the men as they threatened her in order to get her to open the safe and then had been in fear of her life, tied with the rope tightly across her throat and was still shaking as she was wrapped in blanket and led out to an ambulance. Liz and Julia were relatively unscathed and, after the police had taken their details, they were allowed to leave.
Outside, as they went to their cars, Julia spoke, “I guess I ought to say thanks,” she said. “If you hadn’t got the phone out of my pocket, we’d still be on the floor back there.”
Liz smiled. “That’s OK. I guess we were both really scared. Playing around with bondage is one thing but when there’s someone holding a knife at your throat for real you get a new perspective on it.”
“A new perspective! Boy, you sure take a philosophical view! I was so frightened I couldn’t think straight at all. After they pushed that cloth in my mouth and taped it over it was all I could do to breathe.”
“You’re OK now though?”
Julia nodded. “Yes. We never got our coffee though.”
Liz laughed. “No we didn’t. Dreadful service, wasn’t it?”
Julia laughed too. “Look,” she said, “going back to what you said before. I’m sorry about the Hannah thing. I guess I was being a bit jealous. I think she and I need to have a talk. I’ll try and put things right. OK?”
“Sure,” said Liz. “Let’s talk again soon. Somewhere a bit safer next time!”
Liz climbed into her pick up to head home. She looked at her watch. Half past one. Ben would be worrying about her.
Chapter 7 : Chez Sir Geoffery
Liz & Ben
Liz had to tell Ben about her adventure with Julia, although she left out some of the details, particularly about the delightful sensation of the rope across her crotch and the unexpected way in which she had found it exciting as well as very frightening. Naturally he was horrified, probably even more horrified than Liz was herself. After all, she had had the opportunity to get used to the sensations of being bound and gagged, even if it was in more friendly circumstances.
Ben was so concerned about his wife’s experiences that he was very worried when Liz announced that she would be going out the following evening.
“Look, love,” he said with sympathy, “I know that you’ll get a lot of support from your new friends but no one will mind if you miss a meeting. What’s so special about tonight’s anyway?”
“Oh,” said Liz, elusively, “it’s a follow up to our guest speaker, from last week. He’s showing us some more about his business. It would be rude if we don’t have as good an audience as we can, wouldn’t it?”
“Well,” said Ben, giving way reluctantly. “As long as you feel OK. Perhaps it will take your mind off that terrible business at the diner.”
That’s not very likely, Liz thought to herself as she got the car out of the garage and headed off for the eastern side of town where Sir Geoffery had what he called, his studio. But even though that was the case there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity presenting itself.
Sir Geoffery’s Welcome
For the visit to Sir Geoffery’s studio had decided that the best look was black. A roll neck sweater, tight trousers, a and a broad leather belt cinching in her waist were teamed with her favorite short pixie boots with their spiky heels and pointed toes. She’d looked in the mirror before she left and thought that the outfit struck just the right tone..
Sir Geoffery’s studio was in an old clapperboard house in a neighborhood that had seen better days. The houses may not have been as elegant as those in other parts of town but they housed an amiable group of residents who did what they could to keep their properties well maintained.
Liz parked up outside and, seeing that the glow of lights inside seemed to indicate that her friends were already there, headed for the wicket gate that lead to the side of the house. Sir Geoffery himself welcomed Liz at the door. “Come in,” he said, “your friends were just telling me of your terrible experience.”
Liz smiled. “Yes,” she said. “It was frightening but I’m OK, really.”
Sir Geoffery showed the way into the house. Hannah and Julia were all ready there. They had come to the same conclusion about the venue’s dress code, Liz noted; Hannah in a black pants suit with a well cut jacket over a silk camisole and Julia in something altogether more flirty; a short, high necked dress with sheer black tights that disappeared into stiletto heeled patent court shoes.
“Well welcome ladies,” Sir Geoffery said. “I understand that it’s just yourselves, this evening.”
Liz was puzzled. She had been expecting most of the others to be there too.
“Now, before we go on to look at the studio itself, I’d like to say a few words that that I say to all my guests here. Bondage is about many different things to different people. For some it is a simple question of the sensations of the ropes or the straps. It may be a matter of the aesthetics of the bound body. For others it is part of something broader, bound together – if you’ll pardon the expression – with questions of dominance and submission, or humiliation or punishment. Whichever it is for each of you, please make sure that you understand the desires of the others.”
The three women nodded in agreement. Sir Geoffery smiled.
“Well,” he said. “Let’s have a look at the studio.”
Into the Studio
“Let me explain about the studio,“ Sir Geoffery began. “I started it as a display space for some of the bigger toys that my suppliers offer but then I found people were asking to rent it out so I decided to set it up as a sort of play space that couples or groups could use for their own fun or experimentation as well. It’s very much a community resource though, I don't host events or sessions and I don't participate in other people's.” Liz felt a bit disappointed, she could imagine that a session with Sir Geoffery might be considerable fun. “It's up to whoever wants to use the space to come up with their own scenarios and so on. I am always interested in the equipment side of course so I like to hear people's views on new devices but what they do with them, as long as they play safe, is up to them.”
The room was quite brightly lit. That made sense, Liz thought, you want to be able to see what you are doing. There was plenty of conventional bondage equipment ranged on racks around the wall, all carefully organized into category, color and size. Straps, lengths of rope, chain, gags, hoods and other restraints lined one wall while on the other a selection of whips, floggers, crops, canes and paddles was arranged just as neatly. Sir Geoffery saw Liz's gaze follow the lines of equipment, impressed. “I guess I'm a bit OCD about it,” he said, “but I justify it by saying you have to be able to find what you need when you want it.”
“I bet you have your CD's alphabetized too,” Liz laughed.
“Oh yes,” Sir Geoffery smiled. “I'm a stickler.”
Liz felt a fluttering in her stomach. Something about the way that Sir Geoffery said that simple phrase stimulated a whole series of fantasies in which she submitted to his direction and suffered the consequences of the slightest failure to perform exactly as she was directed.
“Now, ladies, if you will excuse me, I will leave you to amuse yourselves.” He paused at the door. “I suppose I don’t need to remind you that you should have a safety word? If you need me I’ll be upstairs.”
It wasn’t what Liz had expected. She had thought she Liz turned to Hannah. Julia was off examining the toys around the room. “What is this, Hannah? How come the others aren’t here? This is a fabulous playroom but what’s going on?”
“I thought we all needed to get together. Especially after your ordeal. Where better than here?” Hannah’s approach was blunt.
“I think I owe you two an apology.” Julia looked embarrassed. “I suppose I was being jealous. About you, Liz, joining in.”
“And maybe I was a bit too quick to leap in as well. That was what I was wanting to say over at the Diner.” Liz was keen to keep the placatory tone going.
“Before we were so rudely interrupted.” Julia laughed.
“Frightfully bad form, darling!” Hannnah’s plummy response had the other two laughing. They all knew that events in the diner could have turned out far worse.
“Well, we needn’t worry about interruptions here,” Liz was determined not to let the opportunity to use Sir Geoffery’s equipment go to waste. “How are we going to organize this?”
Julia picked up a set of leather cuffs. “I’d really like to try these and I think Hannah should to, so why don’t you pick some stuff Liz and do your worst on us?”
Liz looked a little disappointed for a moment. “Well,” she said. “I want to feel what some of this stuff is like too. But maybe I can put something on myself when I’ve made you helpless. What did Sir Geoffery mean about ‘safe word’?”
“It’s something you say to stop the scene; if something’s gone wrong and you really aren’t having fun anymore. Something nonsense. Julia’s is ‘polyanna’. She says that and everything stops.”
Julia blushed. She hated the word and hated the fact that she’d had to use it several times with Hannah.
“That’s not going to work if I use one of these on you,” Liz held up two of the largest rubber ball gags from the rack on the wall.
“No, you’re right. If you’re gagged you need something you can do without speaking,”
“Nod your head vigorously. That’ll make it clear. Right come on you two hand, behind you!”
“And this is the girl that said ‘being tied of course’ when I asked her which way she wanted to play!” Hannah smiled as Liz fastened the leather cuffs around her wrists.
“How about the bondage chair?” Julia suggested, pointing to a heavy oak seat in one corner of the room.
Liz led her new victim across to it and sat her down. She found a high leather collar and fitted it around Hannah’s neck. A clip on thick frame of the chair was positioned just right to fasten to a ring at the back of the collar. This leather straps around Hannah’s waist and chest did more to hold her on the seat and more straps around her thighs and ankles stopped her wriggling her legs.
“Oh, that’s very good,” Hannah said. “I can barely move and whatever I do these straps push back at me. Mmm!”
“Can you still nod?”
“Sort of,” Hannah replied with an experimental bob of her head. The neck collar stopped any real movement but it would be obvious if she was trying to nod.
“All right then,” Liz said, happy that the safety signal would work. “It must be gag time.”
“How about this?” Julia passed Liz a bright red rubber ball gag.
It was only as Liz went to push it into Hannah’s mouth that she realized just how big it was. With her mouth wide open, Hannah could only just get the gag in and she was grunting with discomfort even before Liz had finished bucking the gag’s strap behind her head. Liz caught sight of Julia’s smirk of satisfaction and determined not to let her get away with humiliating Hannah unpunished.
“Well, how about you?” Liz turned her attention to Julia. “And how about this?” She picked up a long steel bar with cuffs fastened to either end. Suddenly Julia looked less keen than she had been but Liz didn’t let that discourage her. She grabbed one of Julia’s wrists and buckled the strap around it before pulling her other arm out so that she could do the same for the other wrist.
“Hey!” Julia exclaimed. “That’s not comfortable!”
“No,” Liz responded, “and neither will this be.” It was the work of a moment for Liz to clip chains to either end of the rod that spread Julia’s arms. Hauling on the other end of the chains, Liz grinned as Julia realized the chains ran up over a pulley in the playrooms ceiling. She soon found herself standing on tip-toe, her wrists held wide apart by the bar. “Just one more thing.” Liz found another spreader bar and did for Julia’s ankles what had already been done for her wrists, making balancing even harder for Julia as she swayed from side to side. “Since you think big gags are a good idea, let’s try this.” Liz reached across to the rack of silencers and picked out a ball gag every bit as large as the one that Julia had given her for Hannah.
“Oh, no,” Julia protested shaking her head and trying to move as far away from Liz as the chains on her wrists would allow. Encumbered as she was by the spreaders her resistance lasted only a moment or two before Liz was able to wedge the ball between her teeth. “Ganngh!” Julia protested as Liz buckled the strap.
With Julia silenced, Liz stepped back and looked at her two captives. She had to confess to herself that she really enjoyed the sense of power she got from having made them helpless. It was obvious from the way that Hannah was looking at her that she had exceeded her expectations of how good she would be at putting Sir Geoffery’s toys to use. As for Julia, Liz could see that she was suffering some embarrassment from the way that her short skirt was riding up as she struggled to stand upright, on tip toe because of the way that the chains had hoisted her up towards the ceiling. Liz couldn’t help grinning, especially when she thought of how worried she had been about the idea of getting anyone else tied up.
For Liz though, the problem was that, with Julia and Hannah both helpless, she felt a bit left out, somehow deprived of the sensation of being helpless and struggling against her bonds, not able to enjoy any of Sir Geoffery’s toys. She made what, she would agree later, was one of her less good decisions. Why shouldn’t she try out some of the toys on herself anyway?
Do It Yourself
On one of the shelves that ran along the left hand wall, an array of masks and hoods offered a range of alternative “Head Trips” as the sign above them said. While Julia swayed and Hannah struggled on the chair, Liz looked at the array of masks, hoods and harnesses. A rubber pig face mask stood next to ones of politicians, film stars and, bizarrely, Martha Lane Fox. Respirator style masks, leather head bags and clingy rubber hoods stood side by side. Liz picked up a leather harness that held its own built in ball gag.
Wedging the ball between her lips, she started to fit the straps around her own head. She hadn’t thought that doing something like this to yourself would be sexy. After all, she reasoned, tickling yourself doesn’t work. Almost as soon as the ball was in her mouth, though, she felt herself absorbed by the feelings of helplessness that she now found herself delighting in. A grunted “iss ungs eerly goog” to Julia who was closest to her didn’t seem to get her any sort of response though.
Liz buckled and tightened the straps that ran around her head like a cage. It was a bit awkward. Some of the buckles were up behind her head and the leather was stiff. She caught her hair in the straps and pulled it painfully a couple of time but, in the end it was finished and she had the harness fitted tightly to her head, a band across her forehead pressing tightly, straps down either side of her nose linked to the gag strap stopping any chance of her removing the gag, a think heavy strap around her throat making sure that the harness stayed in place. The tightness of the straps and the hard filling sensation in her mout were both powerfully exciting.
Liz’s excitement clouded her next decision. Keen to see what other sensations of restraint she could enjoy, she found a whole series of polished metal restraints neatly placed on another shelf. Liz had never realsiied that there were so many different sorts of hand cuffs. Each had its keys hanging from a series of pegs on a board at the end of the shelf. Each was neatly labeled. “Thumbcuffs” read the label over the smallest, “Clejuso Regular”, “Clejuso Hinged”, “Rigid Wrist Cuff”, “Knee Shackle”, “Ankle Shackle”. Liz lifted up the rigid wrist cuff. A dark painted shape on the shelf showed just where it should be returned to; another tribute to Sir Geoffery’s tidiness.
Picking up a pair of ankle shackles, Liz put them on. The short chain between the shackles and the high heels of her short boots made walking challenging but certainly contributed to her enjoyable feelings of helplessness. She turned and saw Hannah looking at her disapprovingly, but thought Liz why shouldn’t she have some fun too.
A set of shackles, labeled “slave bangles” drew Liz’s attention. The cuffs were heavy and smooth with rounded edges. They looked like they were made of brass, as did the length of chain between them that was coiled up on the shelf. Liz closed one of the cuffs experimentally around her wrist with a solid, satisfying clunk. She giggled and looked up at Hannah. Hannah was nodding enthusiastically at her. “Go for it, Liz!” Hannah’s look seemed to be saying so Liz did just that, clicking the other cuff in place. As that clicked shut, Liz held out her arms towards Hannah and Julia, “Ooogh, gime elgless goo.” she grunted through her gag.
Hannah looked exasperated, which Liz didn’t understand given her earlier enthusiasm. Liz went to show Hannah the bangles close up but she only got a foot or so from the shelf when she was jerked to a halt. Liz looked around surprised at being stopped in her tracks. Under the shelf, the chain linking her cuffs was fastened to a ring in the wall. She hadn’t noticed.
Annoyed by her own foolishness and more than a bit embarrassed at how she had almost fallen over when the chain stopped her, she went back to the shelf to unlock the cuffs. It was then that she discovered that the chain wasn’t long enough to let her reach the rack of keys either. “Eeeegh!” she squealed. Hannah and Julia both now looked annoyed as all three girls realized that they would have to stay helpless until someone discovered them.
It took quite a time. All three girls moaning in unison failed to attract Sir Geoffere’s attention. Liz sank to the floor beside the shelf, uncomfortable and unable to free herself. Julia had no choice but to dangle from the chains that held her wrists in the air on their bar and Hannah, perhaps the least uncomfortable of the three could only surrender to the stiff straps that held her secure.
Sir Geoffery didn’t return for over an hour.
Not So Safe
Seeing the three women all helpless provided Sir Geoffery with considerable amusement. “It is conventional,” he said in his affable tones, “for at least one of you to be the top and the others the bottom. Otherwise it gets very complicated. He could see Liz blushing even behind the straps of her head harness and quickly realized from her position what had happened. “It probably would have been better if you got the keys first,” he said good humouredly as he picked them off the rack.
As soon as Liz was freed from her shackles, she set to unbuckling her head harness and pulled the rubber ball free of her mouth. She pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of her trousers and wiped the streaks of drool from her chin. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she joined with Sir Geoffery in freeing Hannah and Julia.
“You idiot,” Hannah chided as her own gag was pulled free. “Why on earth didn’t you stop when I nodded?”
“I’m sorry, I thought you were encouraging me. It looked like you were urging me on, why wouldn’t it?”
“Because we said that was the safety signal. Remember?”
As soon as Hannah said it, Liz realized how stupid she had been. “Oh no! Of course. That was dumb!”
Julia groaned as Sir Geoffery loosened the chain that had held her on tip toe. “Oh, my arms! They must be a foot longer.”
“Oh well,” Sir Geoffery smiled, “no harm done and some lessons learned, I think. It just goes ot show how careful you have to be with these games. I suspect that’s enough of the playroom for the time being. Perhaps you’d like some tea, ladies?”
The three women accepted his offer gratefully and sat themselves comfortably in the large arm chairs of Sir Geoffery’s lounge. Finally freed the three had to confess that while it had been an uncomfortable hour for them, it had been quite erotic as well.
“I suppose it was the not knowing when we might get free,” Liz said.
“You were thinking about ‘when’?. I was more concerned ‘if’!” Julia reacted. She sat there trying to rub some blood back into her wrists. Her arms felt like they had lost all sensation. “But it was rather sexy, feeling myself strung up there in a position where I couldn’t have stopped anyone handling me. If Sir Geoffery had come back or someone else I imagined his hands all over me.”
“Well it was an experience,” Hannah admitted, “even if I think I’ll never move my neck again. That collar was so stiff!”
Sir Geoffery re-appeared. “Tea as promised,” he said reaching down to small round table and ringing a brass hand bell that sat there.
As the three girls looked up another woman that none of them recognized appeared. She wore a black maids dress and carried a tray of tea things. Unsurprisingly, given the venue for their afternoon refreshments, she also wore heavy shackles and a thick leather padding gag that covered the lower half of her face. Sir Geoffery clapped his hands and the slave-maid set to serving Sir Geoffery’s guests. As she finished, a wave of a hand from Sir Geoffery dismissed her.
Hannah picked up her cup of tea and watched as the fettered girl left them. “You know, Liz,” she said, “I’ve just worked out how you can make amends for today.”
Liz was pretty sure what Hannah had in mind.
“What a very good idea,” Julia added.
Liz was finding it difficult to see how she might avoid this. Sir Geoffery looked on in quiet amusement too. He could guess what the other girls were planning as well.
© 2011 Freddie Clegg
All characters fictitious.
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