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The third option was the most risky.  There was no certainty that Mel would be pleased to
see Tasha, bound or not.  If Andrew’s observations had been correct Tasha would be leaving
herself vulnerable to Mel’s wrath from her earlier encounters.  At this moment Tasha had
no way of guessing Mel’s mood or if despite the rules revenge would be in order.  The
thought of subduing Mel was intriguing.  Tasha had never thought of herself as an
aggressor.  The episode earlier had been an opportunity but it was not of her instigation,
but it was this third option she was seriously considering.  She could use Mel’s own
handcuffs to catch her wrists through the bed head.  Then, with her hands out the way the
rest should be easy.  Once Mel was secure Tasha would lie down next to her and coax Mel
into submission, but first she must get rid of her own restraints.  Mel had a key, Tasha
assumed it would be with her own keys in the top drawer of her dresser.

It wasn’t.  All the other keys were there but not Tasha’s.  Desperately she started
shuffling through the rest of Mel’s drawers.

“Looking for this?”

Once again Tasha froze, but there was no escape this time.  Mel sat smirking on her bed
swinging the little chain that held the missing key.

“Haven’t you done enough for one day?  Can’t a girl rest in peace?”

Tasha’s mouth opened and closed.

“I was not going to hurt you ...” she started, “you looked so ... cute ... no ...
vulnerable ... no ... sexy ... I just wanted to lay down naked with you.”

“And the handcuffs?”

Tasha blushed from head to toe.  She had no real answer to that.  Was it that obvious? 
Yes she had already found and prepared Mel’s handcuffs.  She could claim they were for her
but then why would she be looking for her own key?

“Yes ... I was going to ...” her voice tailed off.  She wished the ground would open up
and swallow her.  “Just in case ...”  

“Come here.”  It was not a command, more of an invitation.  Mel’s voice was soft, tinged
with amusement.  “Come on, you want the key, I have it.”

Tasha stood uncertain.

“I am not angry with you,” Mel assured her.  “I damn well should be, but I am not.  Now
come here.”

Tasha stood placidly while Mel undid the harness.

“Now fetch the handcuffs.”

Tasha did what she was told, expecting Mel to now use them on her.  Mel smiled, snapped
once bracelet on her own left wrist and lay down quickly securing her own hands over her
head.

“Now show me what you were going to do next,” Mel purred.

Once again Tasha was speechless.  Eventually she stammered, “I was going to secure your
ankles ... So you couldn’t kick me.”

“Go on then,” Mel encouraged, “I won’t struggle, not yet any way.”

Tasha picked up a spreader bar and lashed Mel’s ankles to it, then pulled it towards the
bottom of the bed stretching Mel out.  Her rope work may not be up to Andrew’s standard
but Mel was now going nowhere.

“That feels good.  No gag?”

“You were asleep, I could not risk it.”  Tasha’s confidence was growing.  Mel was already
completely helpless.

“Well I’m not asleep now.”