Never having been tied up before, Katie had no idea how long it would take to become uncomfortable, or for cramps to afflict her arms and shoulders. Surprisingly, she had no such problems, and wondered whether the pills she'd been given had something to do with it. She had read in her stories that slaves could be protected from muscular aches and cramp, and even arthritis, if they suffered from it. She kept flexing her arms as much as she could, and waggled her fingers to keep the blood flowing freely, but the professor, who had disappeared briefly, returned and told her to be still. She had a bag with her that jangled as she put it down on the mattress. She didn't reveal the contents immediately. 'You've had nothing to drink since you've been here', she said, producing a bottle of fresh-squeezed orange juice. 'It's easy to get dehydrated, so drink.' She poured it carefully into Katie's mouth. Fortunately it was something she liked, and she gulped it down quickly. She was sitting up on the mattress, propped up by her bound hands, and the professor pulled her closer to the foot of the bed. Then she emptied the bag.

The contents didn't really take Katie by surprise, but she still gasped at the sight of them, and felt quite dizzy for a few seconds. She also felt juice between her legs even though she'd been thoroughly dried only a few minutes before. The bag disgorged a complete set of steel restraints; wrist cuffs, ankle irons, a collar and a waistband. There was also a separate bag of heavy, high-quality padlocks. The professor followed a procedure that would become a familiar routine during the weekend. She locked the ankle irons on first; they were a snug fit but not too tight, so she had probably estimated the sizes with an experienced eye. Katie's ankles were then locked together and attached with a short chain to the foot of the bed, where there was a ring set into the centre of the frame. The professor then showed Katie the key to the padlocks, and took it over to the far side of the room, leaving it on the dressing table. The message was clear: if Katie attacked and overcame her new mistress- if she forced her to agree to let her go- it would be for nothing. The key was further away than the combined lengths of their bodies.

The irons had a profound effect on Katie, and she could not resist the temptation to pull at the chain, futile as it was. Rope is an effective restraint, but it always gives its wearer a chance. Katie simply didn't know whether, if she was left alone for a couple of hours, she would be able to get loose. She knew with absolute certainty that she could never escape the steel restraints. The collar came next, and although it was not- at about an inch and a half- deep enough to restrict her head movements, she knew she would always be conscious of its presence, and of her inability to remove it. When fitted and locked, it was attached by a loose chain to the side of the bed for extra security. Then while she was still sitting up, the professor fitted the waist band, which padlocked at the side, and was a little tighter than the collar, and would act as a powerful motive to avoid putting on weight. The professor then untied her wrists, inspecting the rope marks, which were shallow but clear, and told her to exercise her arms for a couple of minutes, while she used the bathroom. Katie looked at them herself, almost wishing they could remain as a permanent souvenir of her first bondage, but then obeyed and swung vigorously until it was time to fit her cuffs. They also seemed very final, and heavy enough to affect the way she used her arms, though that was not going to be much of an issue. Professor Clynes locked them together in front of her body, made her lie down on her back, and pulled them over her head to chain them to the ring in the centre of the bedhead. Then she bent down and kissed her lips briefly, and told her to take a nap while she 'attended to some chores'. Before she left she tucked a small pillow under her head.