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Subject: {ASSM} AEJ R 1 (bondage story segment)
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Felix Dartmouth
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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
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