Chapter 8
Maidens in Distress
I was alone again. I missed Dorothy even though I had been jealous when my man turned his attentions to her. I fought my handcuffs furiously while she was getting fucked! Even when she was whipped I felt a longing that my master not have another women in his house.
It was therefore with a feeling of relief and getting back to normal as I stood inside the big cage to gaze through the bars at the man I now called Master. If ever a man had mastered a girl, it was me. Watching him whip eight breasts and five bottoms had left me scared of his authority. The way he was looking back at me left me uncertain as to whether my own breasts and bottom were safe, or whether he would change their color.
I went close to the bars and said, "Thank you, Tom, for getting me off the hook over the brand. That was wonderful."
"It would only be wonderful if they recaptured you, sweetheart. He winked. "Think, only twenty-nine days until you walk out to the world and become fair game. That bunch I just whipped told you how much they wanted you."
"They won't get me. I'll never let them take me again!"
He was delighted by my feelings but cynical as ever. "The only way you're going to be safe from those girls, sweetheart, is to talk the police into locking you in a cell and keeping you there for the next ten years."
"That's not going to happen, either."
"How'd it be I let you out of that cage? I don't know why we're standing there talking through the bars."
Once out of the cage Tom gathered my into his arms to become a tender and loving male who couldn't get enough of me. This is a nice feeling for any girl and I loved every moment so when I stood back gasping it was easy to say, 'Tom, please let me be free. I couldn't put my arms around you just now and it was something I wanted very bad. Please, take the handcuffs from my wrists and the leg irons from my ankles. I'll love you to bits forever."
I'd touched him, I could tell. But I was a long way from wining a battle. Except that Tom's voice was now more sober and more thoughtful. "Honeybunch, you're forgetting I want a slavegirl, not a wife."
"Any man could say the same thing about marrying his secretary."
"But, gosh, we're not talking about marriage." He shook his head. "That's the way with you girls, if we give you an inch you want a mile. No, the proper way to handle you is exactly the way I have you now. And, anyway, what the hell would you do with yourself if you were completely free? You'd be bored stiff."
"That's another way of saying I'll be bored stiff in twenty-nine days."
"Well, won't you?"
The longing for my hands and feet had never been so great. And I knew ... Tom had somewhere a few bites of metal that could unlock my shackles and set me free. Unhappily, I shrugged. "If you think I'd be bored all day because I wasn't chained or tied, you reduce me to nothing more than a female body, convenient to appease your sexual urges." Even I heard the heart-break in my voice. 'Tom, is that the way of it? Is that all I really am? A convenient cunt?"
I could swear Tom Fredrick's winched at my vulgarity. I'd hit a nerve. But he was not defensive, simply matching his wits against a woman. "That's really all any girl is," he insisted. "A man can't even be sure of her being available for that unless he keeps his eye on her. Right now I've got you the way a girl should be." He shrugged. "It may be rough on the girl although you seem to thrive on it. But if a man is physically strong or financially stable, it's the best bet. The divorce statistics don't make a free girl the least bit attractive."
"If I were free, I'd be a lot more fun for you in bed."
"I'm not even sure of that. In fact, I think it's probably just the reverse. Think about it."
I had thought about it often. He was probably right. There had been something gorgeously erotic and exciting in our sexual encounters, some sort of extra factor, quite apart and in addition to his extraordinary sexual abilities.
I sniffed and put on the feminine act of pretending the subject beneath consideration. Tom wasn't fooled. "How would you like me to whip your ass again?" he asked as if offering help to a girl in need.
"That's your answer to everything, isn't it?" I sniffed again. "If a girl disagrees with you, whip her ass. In fact, whip her ass anyway, it will do her good. Tom Fredrick's, you make me so damned mad!"
"Just trying to help. Honeybunch, don't you realize it's the handcuffs and leg irons which make you back side as available as your front. If you were free, you'd make the damndest fuss about being whipped and probably run back to mother every second day. This way works fine."
"It works fine for you because I'm a slave, you own me. No need to be proud about it."
"Not a matter of pride, sweetheart, just convenience."
I stood there before The Master, my breasts heaving angrily, and my hands twisting for a freedom they weren't to get. This was getting on dangerous grounds, and I could tell I was likely to be whipped at any moment. Nothing bad, perhaps, but enough to calm me down and make me humble. "But, Tom," I pleaded, "couldn't we sort of forget that for now and you make me a present of half an hour's freedom? We could go upstairs and have a drink. Whenever you said the word, I'll stand quietly for you to chain me again the way I am. Please?"
Tom would always be a surprise but I did not underrate the pathos in my voice as I made my pitch. In less than a minute my golden shackles were on the floor and I was embracing my owner with two arms gloriously free. I nuzzled my lips against his neck, twisted a free foot around one of his, and generally behaved in a manner mother would not approve of.
The thank you I whispered in his ear was sincere. I got my bottom patted and was told to precede my lord and master upstairs. Reaching the lounge I was further instructed to mix the drinks for both of us and serve my master on my knees. I played my part very well.
"May I have permission to do the thing I want most of all?" I asked while on my knees.
"I won't ask. Go ahead."
All I wanted to do was leap and jump and kick and wave my arms in wild abandon. I was well aware my master approved and enjoyed this exhibition of a female body. When I once more knelt for his approval I was breathless and panting. Once more I said a demure thank you and meant it.
We later talked about the Sensuality Club's intent to recapture me and my coming freedom. I was sure I knew the Sensuality Club so well that I could avoid their traps. I could have the girls I liked visit me one at a time. I could handle one girl at a time. All I had to do was avoid their meetings. I will admit the seriousness of what the girl said to me really struck home. But I was sure they did what they did out of love.
"I sent that Dorothy Dawson back home, sweetheart, because I preferred you. No use having two girls around when you're happy with one. And, anyway, I proved my point that I can pick on up any time I wish. That Sensuality Club bunch now know that now a single one of them is safe. How would you like me to pick up that Connie slavegirl tomorrow?"
"Please don't until after I'm free. We don't need company."
"Jealous."
"I'll be everything you want in a slavegirl so you don't need Connie."
We sparred back and forth, enjoying ourselves. I felt wonderful and, of course, I was hoping Tom wouldn't chain me again. Then it occurred to me that I wouldn't mind marrying Tom. I was pretty sure I could train him so I wouldn't get whipped more than once a week, or once a month. I was pretty sure I could handle him even if I did get my skin marked once in a while. I was so happy with this pretty dream I forgot time. But time goes on and my fantasy fell shattered to the floor when Tom announced that time was us and I should stand for rechaining.
I was as sad little girl indeed as I put my arms behind my back and positioning my feet. I was bitterly disappointed but I had really hoped that Tom would really enjoy me running free enough to prolong that freedom. He must have read my thoughts for he said frankly, "Sorry, Angelique honey, but I didn't want that freedom to become a habit. Fact is, I am in love with you in these golden chains and I don't want you any other way. I guess I'm a kook."
If you're so much in love with my golden chains, why don't you let me go and sleep with them instead," I inquired bitterly.
"You're being lippy but I'll overlook it this time. I knew damned well I was making a mistake giving you that bit of freedom. You would be happier right now if I had left you chained in the first place."
"It's cruel to give a girl something than snatch it away."
"The thirty minutes was your idea, honey." Tom grinned and snapped the lock on my leg irons.
I wanted to cry. I know it was silly but that was the way it was. I should have known that lovely dream could not come true. My voice was teary as I asked, "Shall I kneel before you in my chains once more, Master?"
"Of course I want you there. And since you can't control your tongue you can leave your knees well apart and keep your head bowed for the next five minutes. Damn it, I must be going soft!"
It was then the door bell rang.
I could have eased dropped but the sound of my chains would have betrayed me. I stayed kneeling on the rug and heard only the distance sound of voices. I didn't care much who it was or what they wanted because I was pretty sure it wouldn't be the Sensuality Club again and I wasn't in any danger of being rescued. Besides, I wasn't sure I wanted to be rescued. It seemed a nice idea to serve out my time. I was pledge to Tom, and then a walk into freedom.
Approaching footsteps told me I would get to see the visitor. I looked expectantly to the door and will be damned if Tom didn't usher in a very pretty girl. It was several moments before I recognized Jennifer Seabright. The pleasure in her greeting was genuine, and I wished Tom had left me free long enough to use my arms in greeting.
I expect Jennifer knew the way I felt. Her reassurance was instant, "Don't worry about being chained, darling. The brute of a man used to keep me chained the same way." She paused dramatically, her "Angelique! Those glorious golden chains! And that beautiful belt and collar! Oh, wow!"
"I'm glad you like them, I get tired of them myself."
"You've been a slavegirl too long, dear," Jennifer said. "Or has Tom been abusing you? Let me see your bottom."
"She's sitting on it," Tom said shortly. "And I've whipped her ass if that's what you're thinking of."
"It wouldn't be you if you didn't." Jennifer seemed well in control of things. "Angelique has given me the loveliest idea. Perhaps you would like to tell her why I'm here today."
"It's your story, you tell her."
Jennifer made herself comfortable on the couch in such a way that I was kneeling as much in front of her as my master. "We haven't see each other since that little time together in the cage," she said. "But I guess you remember I was working out my time with Tom, who had purchased me for a month, and a bonus of so much per stroke. It worked fine. Tom is a very honorable man."
Jennifer was cute and very sure of herself. I realized she had been Tom's prisoner for a month and they must have become close enough to reach some type of a rapport. I was jealous! I didn't trust their ease way with each other.
"I would have thought you would be scared to visit in case Tom tied you up and plumped you back in the cage," I suggested uncertainly.
"I'm not nervous. Like I said, Tom's an honorable man."
It now occurred to me I owned this girl a lot. It was not Jennifer's fault that going to the police in her effort to help had gotten me in deeper trouble. I now expressed the thanks I should have said before. But as I poured out gratitude I was only too aware that Jennifer was free and clothed while I was naked and chained. There was a gulf a mile wide between us.
"The reason I'm here is because I want to sell myself again." Jennifer shrugged. "I know it's ridiculous, but I belong to a family that's got more troubles than you can shake a stick at and I need a lot of money to bail them out. I'm going to ask Tom to make me his slavegirl again for a month or two. Or as long as he likes. I know he gets you free. Angelique, and I cost him a lot of money but I hope you two won't mind."
"I'm a slavegirl and I'm not allowed opinions," I said unhappily.
She turned to Tom. "How about you ... Master?" Her voice was loaded with mischief.
"I'm losing Angelique, so why not. I can afford you." Tom was enjoying the interplay between two females. "Owning Angelique for a month isn't all that important, I stole her."
"I don't see why you'd let her go, why don't you keep her?" Jennifer smiled at me. "She certainly can't get loose and run away."
"She and I made a deal. Forget it."
"I don't think she wants to share you with me."
"That's too bad. I can easily whip her into thinking it's a good idea. And that's free, too."
I was really burned up. I had never felt more helpless and scared. I knew myself the classic girl slave who must listen in silence while her owner carelessly discusses disposal of her body. This girl could interest a man like Tom and I didn't like that.
"How would it be you come the day after I set Angelique free?"
I longed to shout no at them but I was a most bitterly a slave and kept silent.
"That would be nice," Jennifer said. "But the trouble is I have to have money right quick and plenty of it." She allowed the words to hang for a moment. "The fact is I've fixed things so I can take off my clothes and offer my wrists right now."
Tom laughed delightedly. "Aren't you pushing things too hard?" he inquired.
"Not if you knew the story behind my need." Jennifer turned from Tom to me. "We shared a cage for a little while before and we can do it again. Please, darling, don't be jealous."
"You really are pushing your luck, Jennifer, my sweet," Tom said. "I think I should test the sincerity of what you've just offered. How about you pay an entry fee of fifty strokes without reward?"
Jennifer was stricken in shock. So was I! Fifty strokes was a terrible punishment, more than I had ever to endure. Unless he was joking, Tom was being terribly cruel so that now sympathy displaced jealousy in my mind. While Jennifer was gathering her wits, I said, 'Tom, that's too damned awful. Fifty strokes would half kill a girl."
"How about fifty for you, too, sweetheart. Give you something to share." Tom was very much The Master.
"Please don't punish Angelique for feeling sorry for me," pleaded Jennifer. She had suddenly become a small girl. "I've been too pushy, I know I have. I'll take the fifty." She visibly swallowed. "No charge."
There is something about a girl and a whip that changes the girl utterly. It was so now with Jennifer. She had become a young girl sentenced to a terrible punishment. Even though she was clothed and free, she had become a slave.
"My clothes ... ?"
"Strip."
I knew she was beautiful, I had seen her naked before. In this moment of anguish she seemed lovelier than before. Clothes slowly went off and were neatly folded. Then she knelt submissively the man who had become master to us both. I could also feel the power surge in Tom Fredrick's as he gazed down upon his new-found prize. He enjoyed the sentenced nakedness for several moments before barking, "Get the whip, you know where it is."
Jennifer said no word but rose swiftly to obey her master's command. I could not believe a woman would hurry to fetch the whip for fifty strokes. Fifty! Terrible!
Her need must be great, indeed. I longed to comfort her. But handcuffed denied that ability.
Jennifer had been well trained. She knelt once more, kissed the whip, and offered it to the man who would use it to wound her skin. She said nothing but was breathless in suspense. Tom turned to me. His voice had changed, "What do you think, Angelique?"
"She's perfect. I've never seen anything more beautiful."
My tribute was sincere. I knelt in chains but Jennifer knelt in freedom. It was a tremendous gesture in giving. She did not move as Tom and I surveyed a submission complete in every detail. Tom broke the spell.
"Okay, Jennifer, you've prove your point. You're home free."
Jennifer's radiance was no longer brash. Her thanks were sweet and sincere. But as her voice fell away to a whisper, Tom turned to me. "Angelique, it's strange how things turn out. You wanted to be free and I wanted a slave ... and Jennifer's given us the answer."
"You mean ... ?"
"Sure. I take those golden chains from you and lock them on Jennifer. We get you dressed, we give you money and take you home. You'll be totally free in a wonderful world." His voice was almost anxious. "That is what you want?"
Suddenly that was the last thing I wanted. But there was the kneeling girl in need and somewhere beyond was the glorious freedom I'd been longing for. Stupidly I heard the voice of a girl named Angelique uttering a lie from a fantasy, "Of course, it's what I want. And you're right, Tom, it's worked out wonderfully." It took everything I had to keep my voice from breaking. "Thank you for everything you've done. I'm very happy."
I'm sure Tom knew. His voice was still faintly anxious, "You can still visit, nothing's changed, Angelique."
"That's right! I'd love to do that."
"You can feed Jennifer peanuts through the bars."
A man and two girls smiled away an awkwardness. "You mean you're giving me those lovely gold handcuffs and leg irons? Are you sure?"
"They're by way of the Sensuality Club," Tom explained. "If you're looking at Angelique's belt and collar, they belong to the Sensuality Club, too, but you can forget them, they won't come off. Angelique's stuck wearing that belt beneath her clothes. She'll have to explain to friends that she's so fond of that necklace that she never takes it off."
It was the way it had always been with vacations, you don't really believe in them until you're in the plane then quite suddenly it's true and wonderful and gorgeous. Suddenly all three of us were laughing as I was told to stand while Tom found the magic bits of metal and gave them the proper turns to set me free. I threw my arms around his neck in a way I rarely could. Then I hugged Jennifer. Excitement had me in its grip and I was suddenly really and truly happy.
I stood and glowed, still a slave, still awaiting direction.
Jennifer became shy. She looked at Tom who was holding the golden restraints and asked, "Would it seem silly if I wave my arms around and kick my feet this one last time?"
We watched. Jennifer was actually blushing when she turned her back to offer her arms. I shared with her shivers as the handcuffs clicked and snapped.
I had to stamp hard on jealousy as the golden bands, still warm from my flesh, encircled Jennifer's ankles and were locked tight.
In keeping with our mood, Jennifer's giggling suggest I wear her clothes seemed appropriate. Everything fitted. Jennifer had come with a handbag, the contents of which Tom now dumped into an envelope and sealed. He replaced it with a thousand dollars which he said would see me through until the banks were open. Jennifer looked at the money in pure envy.
We gave ourselves no time for the awkwardness of goodbyes. Tom announced he and I would ride in the front seat but the newly chained slavegirl would be placed in the trunk to let her know where she belonged. Not only did the poor girl get the ride but had to stay thus imprisoned as Tom and I discovered the hidden spare key to my house. He inspected the place with me. The club had kept it in good order but tomorrow I would have to change the locks. All I got in the way of a farewell was a quick kiss, my bottom patted, plus the verbal reassurance I should call him any time I had a problem, and visit whenever I had the urge. Goodness knows, it is a pretty good deal for a girl. But as I watched him depart, it was as though I stood in the loneliness of space.
My first act in freedom was to take off Jennifer's clothes. This was not because they were Jennifer's but because I had been naked so long I found clothes bothersome and uncomfortable. The clothes went safely into a drawer.
Nothing ever turns out the way we think. In those first months of my enslavement to the Sensuality Club I had thought of this moment almost every waking hour. But now in freedom I felt let down and knew in honest it was because of Jennifer and Tom. Jennifer could not shed the golden chains as I had shed her clothes. I did not see her new enslavement as her being Tom's possession, I saw it as Jennifer possessing Tom. I knew it was silly so I went upstairs and found some of my clothes were they had been left. I dressed so I could walk to the corner store for food. It was evening before the phone rang. It was Avis and I felt so damned good at hearing the voice of a girl with whom I had shared love and who's whip had marked my skin, I am sure I sounded overly thankful. Especially when I remembered her seat was probably purple and her breasts scarlet from Tom Fredrick's whip. What she had to say only heightened my thankfulness.
"I know you're back home, darling. That Fredrick's guy isn't as omnipotent as he thinks. I'll bet you're lonely."
"Gosh, how did you know!"
The silvery laugh was an oasis in a desert. "You're forgetting how you spent the last fourteen months, darling. That was habit forming."
"Thank you, but I don't want to be chained again."
"That wasn't why I called. And the club doesn't know I'm calling. Would you like me to come and spend this first night with you? It's sort of an occasion."
I wanted Avis so bad. Tom was off to one side and something else again. I wanted to kiss her wounds and let her play with me. But I could not forget the club. "And in the morning I'd wake up chained hand and foot and a slave to the Sensuality Club again." I hoped I didn't sound too bitter.
Once more the silvery amusement. "You have to think that way, sweetheart. But, honest, the club doesn't know a thing about my calling you. But there's things we have to talk about and I want you very much. Do you want me after that awful man?"
"Yes."
"I'll come right over. Just so you can sleep easily I'll bring a pair of handcuffs and the key so you can make me helpless for the night. That way you'll be safe. I'm coming because I think it would be fun."
"Come on over," I said without a second thought.
Sure, I should have known better but maybe I'm a natural born slavegirl and chains are my destiny. But when Avis and I danced up the stairway, we weren't thinking of anything except each other. It wasn't until later when we were sharing coffee in my kitchen that Avis insisted, "Darling, I think you've forgotten that I want you to be safe all night." She fetched her bag and removed a pair of handcuffs. "Don't be shy, do it!"
So much in so little time! Yesterday I had been owned and kept in chains by a man. Today I had the chance to chain a girl who had been my mistress. Things were changing too fast. The handcuffs were cold to my touch as I picked them up and walked behind Avis. She put her hands behind her back without a word. The metal clicked shut and she was my prisoner. Feeling strange emotions, I grabbed a handful of her hair and led her to the bedroom.
We laughed later but for a while there was only the sounds of lovemaking as I lay gloriously free upon silk sheets and my own little slavegirl serviced me! Wonderful!
We slept late. When I woke up my wrists were handcuffed behind my back. Avis was beside me in the bed, looking as innocent as all get out. I had to suppose she had gotten up during the night and gotten the key where I had hidden it. Or had brought with her a second key. But I was now her prisoner instead of she being mind. Tears filled my eyes.
I had trusted Avis and now she would return me to slavery. Without hands I dried my tears upon the pillow and woke her up.
"Hello, Angelique, darling. When you sleep you really sleep. Are you mad?"
"I'm mad and hurt." I was sitting up to gaze down at the beautiful woman in my bed. "I suppose this means chains and the whip and all the rest of the Sensuality Club?" I gave a short and bitter laugh. "Gosh, what an idiot I was!"
"Helpless?"
"Of course I'm helpless. I'm surprised you haven't locked leg irons on my ankles."
"I did, darling, you haven't noticed!"
It was true! I now felt the secure grip of ironed ankles. Avis had me for sure. The Sensuality Club would be laughing their heads off. I wanted to scream.
"I'll bet you hate me, sweetheart?"
"I could never hate you but I'm terribly disappointed."
"And why shouldn't you, darling," Avis felt under her pillow and found the keys. "Lay on your tummy and I'll do all the work."
"But why? I don't understand!"
"To teach you a lesson, Angelique, my pet. You're a blonde innocent waiting for disaster." The keys clicked and the handcuffs fell off. Then the leg irons.
I sat up, once more totally free. I had my hands, I had my feet. I looked down at the girl who's prisoner I had been to demand, "But why! Tell me why?"
"I've just told you. Here, just to prove I love you, darling, hold on a minute." I watched while Avis rose up from the bed, turned her back, and offered me her wrists. "There you are, my beloved Angelique. Do you need any other proof that I love you?"
In a flood of thankfulness I pushed Avis back down and fell upon her. The handcuffs were forgotten as two females engaged in lovemaking of a very passionate and wild nature. When we lay side by side, sweating and panting and knowing the world was good, Avis said dreamily, "I still want you to handcuff my wrists behind my back."
"We can do that next time," I informed. "What am I saying! Avis, darling, I'm not going to handcuff you now or ever!"
"Yes you are. It's an experience we both need. It think the cuffs are somewhere in this bed."
"That's a good place for them. Forget them. I won't turn a girl into a slave like I was."
"You mustn't think that way, Angelique. This is something I really want. You'll think it's crazy but I used to love watching you move in the handcuffs and leg irons and twist your hands against the cuffs when you though no one was looking. And when you made love you were so damned cute. Please."
We searched the bed and I did to Avis what had been done so often to me. The steel clicked and she was a prisoner, just as I had been. I suddenly realize how right Avis was. This was going to be a glorious thrill. "Too tight, darling?" I inquired.
"They don't hurt so I guess they're not too tight." Her voice was breathless.
We bathed and I did all the things that had been done for me. I made coffee and helped her drink. It was wonderful and my mind kept repeating over and over, "She's mine, she's mine, she's mine ... ."
After breakfast I put the leg irons on Avis and watched her practice walking the tiny steps allowed her. It was then I realized the changed demeanor of a girl confined. She was quickly becoming a slavegirl, submissive, obedient, surrendering her will to that of another. When I helped her back up after each fall, we shared the laughter of female happiness.
During a pause in which Avis stood there, smiling, hands behind her back, she made a laughing guess, "I'll bet I know what you're thinking, darling. You're wondering if you should keep me for an hour or a day. Or perhaps a week or maybe forever. Right?"
"Of course it's right! What else would I be thinking?"
"How long is my sentence?"
"How long do you want it to be?"
Avis's eyes were shining in content. "This is the nicest feeling I've ever known. I want to belong to you, and I want you to compel me to do all the things I made you do. I want you to whip me whenever you feel like it. Will you do that, Angelique?"
"Of course I will." Life was opening to fresh vista of delight. But then suddenly I saw the fatal flaw. "But what about the Sensuality Club? They'll never let us get away with it!"
Avis twisted in her steel bonds as if it gave her pleasure. But the lovely eyes were slowly clouded in thought. "Oh, shit! I forgot the club and the club is the most important thing I had to tell you about. Darling, do you realize they are already making plans to repossess you? I was going to tell you to pack up and we could go far away." She laughed. "But now look at us! If the club walked in on us right now, they'd take us both, and they'd punish us both just like they're punishing Dorothy Dawson right now."
"They wouldn't dare!"
"Yes they would. And they will. Angelique, darling, surely by now you realize how easy it is to kidnap any girl. Look, Angelique, keep me your prisoner until tomorrow morning. It's something I've wanted for so long. Tomorrow set me free and I'll go back to the club, tell them I've visited you and see if I can't talk them into giving you complete freedom. But the way things are, they consider you a runaway slave. Your time with Tom Fredrick's because they believe when he let you lose you should have gone straight to them, instead of coming home. It's crazy but they figure you should have offered them your wrists and asked to resume your interrupted life sentence. You know the rules."
"That's crazy, no girl would do it."
"Yes they would. Look at me right now. If something could be worked out, I want you to keep me as your personal property for always. And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy half of your own slavery."
"Well ... yes, I suppose that's true." I was struck by a sudden thought. "Avis, the club didn't send you here to talk me into going back, did they? I mean surrendering without a struggle? Going back to be punished?"
"No. It was my idea. I suppose if I walked back with you, everyone would be overjoyed. Feeling the way I do right now, I should go back and offer myself in your place. In return for your freedom. Am I crazy?"
"Yes you are. I know how you feel but the club wouldn't do it. They don't want willing victims, they want girl who will always be trying to escape. Then they've got a justifiable excuse for keeping her chained and helpless. Supposing I do as you and go to some distant place, where would you suggest? Would you come too?"
"Sure I would go, so long as you promised to keep me captive. How about Spain?"
I was suddenly excited, seeing visions while I watched Avis twist her wrists against the handcuffs. I went to her handbag and found the other pair I knew she had. "I don't see why should have all the fun," I said laughingly as I turned my back and closed metal around each wrist. "How's that, darling? Now we're both in the same boat!"
With a tremendous erotic thankfulness for having Avis at my house, I added, "I'm so glad you came. Oh, darling, this is so much fun!"
It was right there that Debbie walked in.