| College Prisoner Bondage Cynthia flushed. Her heart leapt, and she found herself short ofbreath.She had just finished getting ready for church. This was the firsttime that she had gone to church with Jeff, and she had been a littlesurprised when he had asked her. They had not been going steady very long, but there Jeff stood at her door, dangling apair of shiny nickel handcuffs from his finger teasingly. "Jeff, I know that I lost the bet, but now?" she pleaded. Jeff walked into her apartment. He took her by both shoulders, andgave her a light kiss on the lips. "Now, you knew the stakes when youmade the bet. The Cougars lost, and the bet was that the loser spends the day as a prisoner, and today is your day.My, you sure look nice!" Jeff stood back to admire his girlfriend. "Thank you," she stammered, but she was unable to take her eyes offthe handcuffs. She did look nice. Her long brown hair was carefully curled, and hermakeup nicely set off her light blue eyes. She had chosen to wear alight orange chiffon blouse with sheer sleeves, and a slim black leather skirt that came to mid calf length with a slit uppast her knees. Her hose was seamed, and carefully centered along theback of her shapely calves, and she wore patent high heeled pumps.An extra sexy touch was the velvet black ribbon that she had tiedabout her slender throat.Since they were both students, Jeff usually saw Cynthia in jeans,although she did almost always wear a very feminine blouse and heels.The semester had just begun just over two weeks ago, and the two of them had met the first day of classes.Jeff had swept her off her feet. He was a senior who transferred infrom another school to be in the business program. They met in theregistration lines. Things between them progressed rather quickly, and they were quite close after only having known eachother a short time.At lunch, a few days before, they were talking about college football,which they both followed closely, and Cynthia remarked that she wascertain that the Cougars would defeat the Bears (Jeff's home schoolteam) by a sound margin. Jeff, sensing he had a fish on the line,carefully reeled her in. "Oh come on, now," he teased. "The Cougars don't have a chance!""A chance? They're going to win!" replied Cynthia. "How much do youwant to bet?""I don't like to bet money with friends, Cynthia," said Jeff. "I tellyou what. Since we are going to church this Sunday, and we areplanning to spend the afternoon together anyway, I'll bet you myfreedom for the day that the Bears will win."Cynthia was intrigued. "What do you mean, your freedom?" "Simple," said Jeff. "If the Cougars win, I will be your prisoner forthe whole day. I'll do whatever you want. I'll clean your apartment,do errands for you, whatever. You can even hogtie me on the floor forthe whole day, if you want."Cynthia smiled. "Hogtying you sounds fun. And if your Bears win?""I thought you were so sure that they wouldn't have a chance.""But if they do?""The same thing. You will be my prisoner for the day." Cynthia thought for a minute. "I'm not sure that I want to be trussedup, but it seems a fair bet." She held her hand out across the table."You're on!" They shook on it. On Saturday afternoon, Jeff had a study group session, and he wasunable to watch the game. It was about four o'clock when he came outof the library, and went back to his apartment. He picked up thephone and dialed Cynthia. They were going to a film that night.After a bit of small talk, Jeff said, "Good, then I'll be by at 7:30to pick you up.""See you then," said Cynthia, almost too quickly."Wait a minute," Jeff said. "Do you know who won the game?""See you at 7:30," stalled Cynthia. "Hey, now, I do detect a bit of reluctance to come out with the facts,here. Now who won the game?""The Bears won, 21 to 17," said Cynthia reluctantly."I knew it!" said Jeff. "Well, it looks like I won the bet. Well,don't worry, even though you will be my prisoner, I'll try to see thatit's not all bad for you. Tell me, do you prefer ropes or chains?" "Ropes or chains!" exclaimed Cynthia. "You're not going to keep metied up are you? I'll clean your apartment, anything!" "The bet was that you would be my prisoner. And besides, you saidthat you would keep me hogtied. I thought that a prisoner wassupposed to be tied up by definition.""OK, smarty, well, I hope that my sentence will be suspended fortonight, at least.""Prisoner at the bar, I hereby declare that your sentence is for thenight only suspended and that you will be remanded into custody thereto be taken into restraint come the morrow's sun. Tell me, what type of gag do you prefer?" asked Jeff."Very funny, Jeff," laughed Cynthia. "See you soon.""Bye, lover, pick you up at 7:30." . . . . . . . . . "Well, if you must lock those silly things on me, go ahead," saidCynthia reluctantly, proffering her wrists before her. "I just trustthat you will remove them before the service?"Jeff took one of her wrists, and clasped the bright metal around herblouse cuffs between the bottom third and fourth buttons. He did notfasten them overly tightly, but assured himself that there was not toomuch play between her wrists and the handcuffs. She coulld not escapeand she could not even succeed in moving the handcuff clasp over herblouse button. With one of wrists thus clasped, and its mate danglingin the air, he took her into his arms and hugged her warmly. "Be careful," she admonished, "you might get makeup on your jacket." He held her firmly at arm's length, looked at her and said, "You're sobeautiful.""You didn't answer my question," she said. "Are you going to takethese 'cuffs off me before we go into the Church?" He kissed her firmly and deeply on the mouth. Cynthia hesitated a bit, then responded to him. Her jaw relaxed. Her breathing becameshort and quick. After over a minute, they came up for air, and he said, "Let's go.""I have to fix my lipstick, and you need to get the pink lipstick offyour lips."She went to the mirror, and redid her lips as the handcuff dangledfrom her wrist. She seemed slightly annoyed by the dangling metal,but quickly redid herself as Jeff took Kleenex and removed herlipstick from his lips.As soon as Cynthia put the lipstick back into her purse, she began to examine the clasps at her wrist. The free end was closed, and sheasked Jeff, "Are you going to unlock this part, or do I just wearthese like this?" "No need to unlock them," he said. "They just ratchet through." Hedemonstrated. The clicking sound opened the clasp, and made themavailable for her wrists. Again, she proffered her wrists in front ofher. He took both of them in a firm grip, gave her a light kiss, andthen twisted her wrists behind her back, with his arms around her."Are you going to lock up my wrists behind me? That's the way theycarry criminals around." "Well, you are my prisoner, and this is only the beginning of yourrestraint today. In fact, just handcuffs are hardly sufficient totransport you to church." He clasped her free wrist into the metal shackle. She was now handcuffed.Cynthia stepped away. She tried to look at the metal bands that held her wrists behind her. With her arms locked up behind her back, herlacy slip and bra were visible through the sheer orange material ofher blouse. Twisting her wrists in the cuffs brought her neitherrelief nor freedom. She relaxed her efforts, allowing her wrists todrop, and they fell with a clatter to the small of her back.A wisp of her brown curls fell in her face, and she instinctively reached up to remove it. When her motion was stopped by her oppositearm's inability to twist further, she gave her lover a dependent, exasperated look. "Please?" she asked.Instead of brushing the brown locks aside, Jeff took her in his arms.Her body, convex due to the handcuff's locking of her wrists behindher molded against his. She raised her lips to his to receive a kiss.Instead of kissing her, however, he brushed the hair from her eyeswith his lips. He heard the single link of chain that joined hercuffs rattle behind her. Reaching into his jacket pocket, Jeff pulled out a set of leg irons.Before Cynthia even had a chance to comment, he stooped down andswiftly clasped them about her ankles."Now I feel like a hobbled harem girl!" said Cynthia. "Jeff, youknow, this is kind of sexy.""It sure is, just the thing for a Sunday morning before church. Itwill give us something to look forward to afterwards. Oh, there's onemore thing.""What is it now, or dare I ask?" Jeff pulled out a leather strap that ran through a bright red rubberball. "What on earth is that for?" exclaimed Cynthia.Jeff had taken all her generous head of hair in his grip, forming aponytail, and raised the ball up to her mouth. She opened, and Jeffset the ball on her bottom teeth and twisted down and back. There wasa bit of pressure required, but the ball slipped under her white upperteeth and seated itself firmly in the cavity of her mouth. Her eyes immediately widened, and Jeff paused for a moment to enjoyher reaction to this new higher level of bondage before tightening thestrap tightly at the soft nape of her neck. As the roller buckle waspulled, the gag bisected her jaws, and the ball was pulled furtherback into her mouth, and her lips stretched around it, forming aperfect seal. Jeff took a small lock from his pocket and ran itthrough the hole closest to the buckle, making it impossible to unbuckle without his key. Cynthia tried to talk, and all that would emit from her mouth wasfeeble moans. She clearly was not pleased with this latest restriction imposed upon her, but Jeff took her keys from her purse, left it on the table, took her by the arm around the softgeorgette fabric of her blouse and lead her out her apartment door,locking it behind him. . . . . . . . . . Cynthia sat quietly in the car on the way back from Church. Herwrists were locked in hard steel in front of her, and run through theseatbelt, and the leg irons had been reaffixed to her ankles. The service was quite enjoyable. The music was beautiful,and the sermon inspiring. The rector had greeted them warmly as they left.She was trying to deal with the almost overpowering desire she feltfor Jeff's touch throughout the service. He had driven her, chainedup and ball-gagged to the Church, and when they had arrived slightly early, he had removed her gag and kissed her deeply.She wanted him to take her right then, but said nothing, knowing thatthis would have been impossible.Back in the car after Church, he kissed her again, and smiled. "Areyou going to put me back in the handcuffs and the gag?" she asked.She was almost hoping for the ball-gag to keep her from saying something that he might find too desirous or silly."Handcuffs only, and this time in front of you. And leg irons, of course."After her seatbelt was fastened, the handcuffs were removed from hisjacket pocket and clasped about her wrists, and the leg irons, storedbeneath the car seat were taken out and locked about her ankles. He kissed her again, and placed his hand on her breast."Do you want to go to lunch, or would you like to go back to myapartment?""Take me back to your apartment," was her reply. Jeff's apartment was perfectly neat. Cynthia thought this unusual fora man. Several of the pieces of furniture were antiques. Cynthia wasleft standing in the living room in her chains as Jeff went into hisbedroom to get her something "more appropriate".In several moments, her emerged with a complex set of black leatherstraps, and a ball-gag wrapped in Saran Wrap. Throwing these on thecouch, he unlocked her handcuffs from one wrist, but not the other.He put his arms around her, and she returned his warm hug. "Jeff,"she said. "I want to feel you inside me." "You will," he assured her. "But it may be a while." He kissed herand pressed himself against her. Her desire was all the moreinflamed. Jeff began to unbutton her blouse down her back, and thenon her wrists, and removed it. He left her to stand as he went tohang it up in the closet. He then removed her bra. Her skirt wasnext, and he was pleased to see that she wore no panties, and she worea garter belt with her stocking rather than pantyhose."My compliments, beautiful lady," he said, taking her into his armsand kissing her once more.With the handcuffs still locked about her one wrist, he turned herabout and began to strap the leather shoulder harness around hershoulders and buckled it, making sure that her shoulders were properly drawn back. Then, he twisted her wrists behind her, andcarefully strapped them together. This strap was run through theD-ring at the nape of her neck, forming an anchor by which her wristscould be drawn up to the small of her back. The ball-gag was strappedabout her throat, but as yet was not inserted into her mouth."Where did you get this harness?" she asked. "In New York City, when I visited there last summer," he said. "I'vebeen wanting to try it out ever since." Cynthia stood back and tested it, trying to take it off her shoulders.Her bare breasts stood out at attention as she manipulated the blackleather straps that were strapped about her shoulders, holding her arms suspended. As if it would help in someway, she bent forward, and wrestled with her bindings, and her browncurls fell over her head into her face as she stood. The handcuffsdangling ineffective and redundant from her pinioned wrist flashed inthe lamplight and rattled. As it became obvious that her harness could not be simply pulled offby her, she resorted to brute force, straining by pulling downwardwith her wrists, but these had been drawn up so far behind her backthat it was difficult at best for her to get any leverage, andbesides, these leather straps were so thick that they would have helda horse. Certainly a young girl could make no headway. Defeated, she looked up at Jeff, who, holding a pair of leg irons, waswatching her with high interest. Cynthia was short of breath from herexertions against her constraints, and was becoming ever morefrustrated by the desire that welling up inside her. "You are goingto hobble me as well, I presume?" she asked, and proffered her anklefor his attentions. This done, he took her in his arms, gave her adeep kiss. He stroked her nipples gently."Jeff, please take me to bed," she moaned in his ear. He responded bykissing her again. He looked at his watch, then looked up at her. "It's almost 2:00, time for the football game," he said as he unstrapped the gag from around her throat, and made it ready forinsertion. "Let's make another bet. Tell me, do you favor the Oilers or the Saints?" "I'll take the Oilers," she said. "Well," Jeff said, "It looks like this is not the only afternoon youwill spend like this." She parted her lips for her gag, knowing it would be a long afternoon. |