I played with the handcuffs at first. I had worn them before. My best friend Darcy
and I had played with them when we were in high school. I got her under the coffee table
with the cuffs on and refused to let her loose until she begged to be my slave.
When I let her loose, we giggled about it, drank a little vodka from her parents’
liquor cabinet and then WHAM! she jumped me. The next thing I knew, I was on the sofa
with my hands cuffed behind my back.
The only way she got them on me was jumping me by surprise. She would not have
been able to do it otherwise. I thought I was the dominant one. At least I thought I was
until I ended up in the basement of an office building cuffed to a drainpipe.
The pipe was close to the wall so the cuffs would not move behind it easily. I
could not move my hands much to either side.
I wondered if these were real cuffs. Marissa was several feet away when she held
them up. I had not gotten a good look at them. I remember seeing a set when I was
little. You could release the lock mechanism merely by pressing a button. I felt around
but found nothing.
They were real. I was helpless.
I used my tongue to explore the rubber ball in my mouth. There was no need for a
gag. I would not have cried out for help. I did not want building security or a janitor
to find me like this.
The ballgag added to my sense of helplessness. I wondered how long they intended
to leave me down here. Then I remember Marissa saying something about “hours.”
“Mmmfffpht!”
That was great. They could leave me down here as long as they wanted, and there
was nothing I could do to get free. Maybe I should have set a time limit.
With the plan to protect my privacy, only three of them knew where I was. If they
plotted against me for some unknown reason, I would remain a prisoner down here for days.
I would remain a prisoner until one of the printers ran out of paper. Then
everyone would know about me and my bondage.
I still contemplated the vagaries of life, when the door swung open and the lights
came on.
“Having fun?”
Ellen closed the door behind her. At least I did not have to worry about anyone
seeing through an open door.
“Let me at those cuffs.”
I turned my body to the left, away from the basement wall so she could get at them.
She unfastened one cuff. I tried to pull the other between the pipe and the wall, but it
got stuck.
“Let me get that for you.”
She turned me to the right so she could get at the cuffs from the other side. Even
when it was off my wrists, she had trouble getting it out from behind the pipe.
I stood there rubbing my wrists while she worked to get it free. I still wore the
ballgag, but I was not certain whether it was supposed to come off or not. She had
escorted me downstairs bound and gagged, maybe it was her plan to take me upstairs in the
same condition.
“Turn around so I can get at that strap. I know that is only a rubber ball in your
mouth, but that must ache after a while.”
It was a little uncomfortable, but nothing that I would have complained about.
“How long was I down here?”
“About an hour.”
“Marissa – Ms. Caruthers said I should be down here for hours.”
“We wanted to test you. You have to remember that when you are bound and gagged,
someone else makes the decisions for you. Our intent was to test you, not to torture
you.’
Then we went back up to Marissa’s office by the freight elevator. Helen Givens had
already left.
“Please have a seat.”
She waited until I got comfortable.
“Was it intolerable?”
“No, actually, it was kind of fun.”
Okay, so I lied about that. I wanted to show some enthusiasm about this
promotion.
“Are you willing to do the investigation for us?”
“Sure. When do I start?”
“Go home, put something casual on. Then go to the bookstore. Here are directions
how to get there. Go in, look around, thumb through some of the magazines, look at a book
or two, then go to the stocks.”
“If I may make a suggestion.” Ellen interrupted her. I looked forward to the day
when I would have the nerve to interrupt my boss.
“Sure.”
“Show interest in the stocks first. Then look at some magazines. Then return to
the stocks. More magazines. Back to the stocks. Without saying anything, you will show
a lot of interest in them.”
“Excellent idea!”
She slid a ten-dollar bill across her desk toward me.
“This is all the money we want you to take. You do not have a car, do you? You
can take some change for the bus, but take this as the only bill.
“Tell them you have only ten dollars. Ask if they will lock you up for half an
hour. We don’t want to make this too obvious. If they want to see you in bondage, they
are going to have to work with you.”
“Who is ‘they?’”
Marissa gestured toward Ellen.
“Tina is there until four o’clock today. Tina is – well, let’s just say she will
spend that half hour or hour watching you in the stocks. She swings both ways. You
should be safe with her. We just thought you might be more comfortable having a woman
lock you up.
“At four, Derek starts work. He is harmless too. You can be buck naked and he
will not come after you, if you get my drift.”
I nodded.
“We want you to get there after about one-thirty. The lunch browsers will be gone
and the after hours businessmen will not have arrived yet. There is a chance someone
might come in, I will warn you of that. Just remember, you are a professional doing a
job. You should be safe. I would not suggest you go otherwise.”
It was ten till before noon when I left the building. My further instructions were
not to return to work until Katrina was found. To keep me busy, and to enhance my lure as
bait, Marissa bought me a membership at a health spa.
I took the bus home. With the more money this job promised, I would be able to
afford a car soon – an expensive car. A sleek foreign car. Maybe a convertible.
Something with a lot of power.
The bus dropped me at the end of my street. I had only to walk past half a dozen
uniform apartment buildings to get home.
My apartment was one of four on the third floor. I had the right rear – Darcy had
the left rear. She worked at a call site for some catalog company so I knew she would not
be home until later. I could get in and out without having to answer questions about why
I was not at work.
I retrieved the key from the doorframe. Once in the apartment I glanced at my
watch. I did not have much time. I had to change clothes and return to the bus stop if I
was going to make it to the Inferno bookstore on time. The bus route did not go directly
there. I would have to take the bus downtown, then switch to another that would take me
out Eighth Avenue. I removed my jacket as I headed for the bedroom.
The question was: What outfit to wear?
I thought about wearing jeans or cutoffs, but they did not seem right.
I finally settled on a denim miniskirt with large pleats. I could project any
image with it – all the way from an innocent coed out on the town to a hooker plying her
trade on the corner. If Marissa wanted them interested in me in bondage, I would tease
them along.
For a top I decided on the Ozfest baby tee my boyfriend had bought me years ago at
the concert. It had been tight on me then. I had “blossomed” a lot since then.
I tried a variety of panties and bras before deciding on the rose-colored thong and
omitting the bra. That tight top without a bra would provide a tantalizing picture.
I knew the top would be tight, but I had no idea how tight it would be until I
tried to get it on. It fit over my head and shoulders okay. The problem was my titties.
They were much too large for this size tee shirt. Having made my decision to wear it, I
resolved to get it on. After much tugging and pulling, I finally got my boobs covered.
The problem was that it was now so short that my navel was exposed.
I glanced at the clock while I slipped into dark blue flats. The heels might make
me look sexier, but with that miniskirt, I would really look like a hooker.
With luck I could get there by two. Arriving by two o’clock would put me in the
bookstore between the lunch and after work crowds as Ellen suggested. It would also get
me out of the apartment building before Darcy got home.
The bus went down Eighth Avenue, right past the bookstore. As soon as it had
turned onto Eighth, I began looking for places where I could get off. I rode for two
blocks beyond the bookstore to insure that no one on the bus would know where I went.
I found the bookstore with little effort.
I also found half a dozen potential boyfriends – guys who would even pay me to go
out with them. I wonder what would have happened if I had worn the heels.
I crossed the street as soon as I saw the sign on the storefront. I wanted to take
at look at it before I went in. Ellen had said little about the exterior. It was an old
building – probably over a century old, with a fresh coat of blue-gray paint over the
brick. The door was on the left. Most of the front was one large display window. In it
were three mannequins, two female, one male, all wearing black leather and some form of
chains. A black curtain surrounded the display area so no one outside could see inside
the store through the window.
I continued down the block past the bookstore to the corner where I crossed the
street at the traffic signal. With false courage, I continued back up the street in the
direction I had come.
A bell rang overhead when the top of the door hit it.
How low tech.
My senses were immediately assailed by a strong scent of lavender. It was not
unpleasant, but it was different.
The stocks were right where Ellen said they would be. My view of them was
partially obstructed by the magazine rack, but the bondage device was much taller.
I was to feign interest in them. I might as well check them out first.
As a navigated my way through the store, I glanced at the Tina without turning my
head. Though we were inside, she wore sunglasses low on her nose. She tilted her head
forward to get a clear view of me.
I ignored her to check out the stocks.
They were tall – about eight feet high. The two vertical posts were about eight
inches by eight inches. I wondered if someone built it elsewhere and assembled it on the
spot, or had built it from scratch in the store. The device appeared to be too heavy to
move.
The horizontal pieces – those with the hole cut in them, were about two inches
thick. A pair of brass clasps on the front kept them locked together though I suspected
that someone with their head and hands locked in it would find it difficult to push up on
the upper board to get free because of the upper board’s weight.
The upper board moved on slots cut into the vertical posts. There was a third
horizontal piece at the very top to provide support. A chain ran from a ring at the top
of the upper board through a ring on that third board. It continued from there to the
vertical post on the right where I now stood. Once through another ring, it ran down to a
lever mounted on the back of the post.
Yes, I was pretty certain that once a person was locked into those stocks, she – or
he – would find it almost impossible to get free without help.
The whole bondage apparatus was not attached to the floor. It rested on a
framework of four by four posts that continued in each direction to form a large
rectangle, six feet wide, three feet before the stocks, five feet behind them.
There was no question about which side the captive was to stand on. Attached to
the side of the framework were chains with leather cuffs at the end. The stocks
themselves would hold the captive’s upper body, while the chain kept the captive’s legs
spread.
I looked over my shoulder when I heard movement behind me. The Tina – what was her
name? – was coming in my direction. I thought about moving on to look at the magazines,
but that would only delay the inevitable. I had to get myself locked up in those stocks
if I was going to have credibility.
“Hi, I am Tina. You can try them out if you want. Only twenty dollars an hour.”
I looked at her as soon as she started speaking. She had ditched the shades.
She was attractive, in sort of a goth way. Her makeup was normal, if a little to
heavy for the middle of the afternoon. The front of her blouse was unbuttoned down to the
top of the pink bra.
I turned my attention back to the stocks.
“A tempting offer but…” I reached into the tiny pocket on the right side in back to
extract the bill that I had folded up into a tiny rectangle. “I only got ten. Could you
give me half an hour for ten?”
She turned her head to glanced at the clock on the wall over the cash register. I
guess she was wondering if she would get caught. It all had to do with time.
“Sure,” she said, plucking the folded up bill from between my fingers.
She had not even checked to see if it was a ten.
She placed her left hand on my shoulder to get me to step back. She had to hit the
lever twice with the palm of her hand to free the handle.
“How you ever been locked in stocks before?”
“No, my experience is with ropes and handcuffs.”
Click-click-click-click-clank.
The upper board rose about two inches in the air.
“The stocks are not are compressing as ropes as you won’t find you arms pressed
against your body.”
Click-click-click-click-clank.
“The problem is that your body is immobile, but totally exposed.”
Click-click-click-click-clank.
“My girlfriend likes it a lot. She brings me here on Sundays. I spend a couple
hours in these stocks every week.”
She used both hands to raise the board in the air. It was every bit as heavy as I
had thought it was. If she had trouble pushing it up from the side, how would I ever be
able to get it up bent over, with the weight pressing against the back of my neck and
hands.
“Believe me, in these your helpless. You are exposed. She loves to take advantage
of me when I am helpless.” She turned to me with an impish grin on her face. “Hey, I
like it when she takes advantage of me when I am helpless.”
When she had the upper board about eight inches above the lower one, she pushed the
handle back into the device, hitting it with the palm of her hand an few times to insure
she had locked it tightly.
“To really get the full effect of these, you need something else.”
Without specifying what that something else was, she bounded across the room. She
moved bent over along a counter until she found what she sought. She squatted to get it,
then rose and returned.
“We must not forget the essentials.”
She held up the object she had retrieved.
“Oh, good! A ballgag.” I practically gushed. I wanted her to think I was in on
the scene.
“Turn around and lift your hair away from your neck. You have such nice blonde
hair I do not want to mess it up.”
She reached around me to get the ball in my mouth.
“I knew this girl, Marilyn was her name, she used to go around all the time wearing
a ballgag. She had this waist-length light brown hair that was perfectly straight. I
heard she used to iron it each morning to get it that way.
“Anyway, she used to wear a ballgag with the strap over her hair. Of course, you
know there is only one way to wear a ballgag and that is with the strap pulled real tight.
Well, after wearing it that way for several months, she developed a crease in her hair.
Right about at the bottom of her ear lobes there was a crease. No matter how she tried,
she could not get that crease out. I don’t think she ever realized what caused it.”
There was enough chatter in the room for two people and one of us, me, had a rubber
ball in her mouth.
In a matter of seconds, she had the strap pulled tight and buckled. She followed
her philosophy that the strap had to be pulled tight. She put her left hand against my
left shoulder as she pulled the end of the strap. As the circle of leather about my head
grew smaller, it pulled the rubber ball deeper into my mouth.
“Is that uncomfortable?”
Yes it was, but I shook my head. I was supposed to be an old hand at this.
“Come over here.”
She took my right hand to lead me to the back of the stocks.
“Head and hands go through the holes.”
I bent over to fit my head through the center hold. She had opened it enough for
me to do it easily. I looked to my left as I placed that wrist in the lower groove.
Twisting my head in the other direction, I did the same on the right.
By then she had moved around in front of me. She grabbed my hair and pulled it
toward her until it fell down on her side of the board. She repeated this several times
until it all hung down freely on the far side of the board.
She checked the two clasps before moving back behind me.
“Smile!”
I do not know how she did it, but the upper board crashed down on the lower. I had
to jump, but I was correct about the weight of the upper board. The weight of it kept me
from raising it any at all.
She stepped around in front of me again. With a simple flick of the index finger
of one hand, she locked the clasp. Stepping over to the other side, she repeated the
process.
The clasp was pointed down so it would have to come up to unlock. Coming undone
would not happen accidentally.
I looked from my right to my left and back again as I wiggled my hands in the small
holes. The boards were well polished so it did not rub against my skin. It was less
constricting than the handcuffs. Ellen had closed them tightly about my wrists. I was
just as helpless in these stocks and yet it was far less uncomfortable. I was hardly like
bondage at all.
“Mmmmmffffftttt!!”
She grabbed my left leg so she could pull it out to the base of the framework. I
felt her fasten the leather cuff about my ankle. I felt her hands disappeared from that
leg. I moved my right leg to the right. She still had to adjust the position a little,
but she did not have to drag my foot into position.
It was then that I discovered the bad part of this position.
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!!”
Snap!
“Mmmmmfffffftttttt!!”
I squealed through the gag the first time when I felt her hand under the short
skirt. I squealed the second when she pulled on the thong to snap it.
“I don’t know about you, but the next hour is going to pass quickly for me.”
I could not see her when she said that. I heard her footsteps as she moved in the
direction of the cash register. I guess she was going to spend the next hour watching me
in bondage.
Well, I hope she enjoyed the show.
After a few minutes, my body began to ache. I decided I needed to take Marissa up
on the idea of going to a health to exercise. You would think that when you were in
bondage you would not be moving so you did not have to be fit. My lower back ached after
just a few minutes. Another ache began near the ankle of each leg and slowly worked it
way up toward the knee.
My thoughts of my petty aliments disappeared when I heard the bell above the door
ring.
“What’s new?”
The man laughed as soon as he said that. He must have been referring to me.
He arrived near me to my left, but I could not twist my head about enough to see
him. He continued in front of me. I thought that since I could not see him on the side,
I surely would be able to see him when he stood in front of me, but I discovered that I
could not raise my head enough to see him. I twisted my head to the left and right to get
a peek, but my then he had moved to my right. I twisted my head in that direction, but
had no better view than when he stood on my left.
He then moved around behind me. I just stared at the floor below my head. I knew
the skirt was real short. He would have no trouble seeing my ass when he stood behind
me.
“When does the floor show start?”
“You are looking at it. She got tired of cuffs and ropes and wanted to try
something different.”
Well, the stocks certainly qualified as something different. There I stood, bound
and gagged in public display.
“Can I touch?”
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
I did not want some guy I did not know fondling my body. Or worse, it could be
some guy I knew.
“Ask her. If she does not say no, go ahead.”
“What do you say? Can I take your tits out for a test drive?”
“Mmmmmffffftttt!”
“I take that as an affirmative answer.”
Tina was no help. She encouraged the guy. I guess on Sundays she enjoyed this.
He played with me for only a minute, but it was enough to get be aroused. While it
was frustrating being aroused and not be able to do anything about it, what was far worse
was that the top had ridden up on my boobs. The bottom curve, at a minimum, must be
visible. I could not see, but I hoped the nipples were not visible.
The man abruptly lost interest in me. I heard him moving toward the opening to the
video booths behind me.
I tried to see the clock on the wall, but could not turn my head enough. Not that
it mattered. I was locked in those stocks until Tina decided to release me.
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