AN UNEXPECTED OVERNIGHT STAY 
  
I arrived at the party not knowing what to expect.  A friend in London had passed me the name of a business colleague in Birmingham and suggested I phone him, since he could introduce me to a few friends whilst I was attending a seminar there.   I phoned my contact and he said that he and a number of other friends were getting together.  I would be welcome if I  liked to come along.   It was a Thursday evening and I had no work on the Friday, so I gladly agreed. 
I asked what to wear and I was told casual, so I put on a tight pair of jeans with an open-neck shirt and got into a taxi to take me to the address I had been given. When I arrived at the door I saw that the girls were extremely well dressed, some in off-the-shoulder cocktail dresses and others in smart designer suits.  My hostess, a good looking girl probably in her late thirties, quickly made me feel welcome, introducing me to several men and women in the room.  There was plenty of food and drink, so that as the evening wore on everyone relaxed. There was music and I was able to dance with several highly attractive women. 
At about 1 AM I felt that it was time to go back to my hotel and I phoned for a taxi.  However, it appeared that all the cabs that night were taken and despite several calls I was still at the party half an hour later.  It was at that point that one of the girls, a tall blond called Lydia in an extremely short black backless dress, with whom I had already danced a couple of times, said that she was on her way home and perhaps she could take me along in her car.  She had said she was a doctor and I liked her a lot.  I agreed immediately and we got into her small sports car.  However, when she heard that my hotel was quite a few miles away she said that she would rather put me up in her house, if I didn't mind. She could lend me some pajamas and washing things. I had no objection to spending the night in the house of a beautiful woman, so I said that that was fine by me.  It occurred to me that maybe she had planned this all along and I had a warm feeling of pleasurable anticipation. 
After about ten minutes' drive we pulled up in front of a small house in a tree-lined avenue.  Lydia said that it wasn't the Ritz but at least I would get a night's rest and I could take a taxi later on in the morning.  She unlocked the front door and we entered a small rather cramped living room.  She said that if I would like to take a seat on the sofa she would bring me a drink and make me up a bed. 
A couple of minutes later she came back with a glass of coke from the refrigerator and then disappeared.  I heard her moving about in other rooms but I had no idea what she was doing and it was about fifteen minutes before she came back into the room.  I was disappointed to see that she had changed out of her cocktail dress into a simple black track suit which obscured her beautiful figure completely. 
"I realise you might have thought we should have some fun together tonight but I'm afraid I'm a very fastidious woman and I don't have affairs with men I don't know" she said to my surprise. 
Before I could reply she  went on to say that several years previously she had been raped in her own home by a visitor and for that reason she always took care to make sure that this could never ever happen to her again. 
I replied defensively that she would be completely safe with me and that I had absolutely no intention of taking advantage of her.  She replied however that this would not be sufficient for her.  "Would you be prepared to accept some form of restraint during the night?  It won't be very onerous but it will allow me to sleep more easily" 
"What sort of thing do you have in mind?" I asked, a little worried and confused. She said that it would simply be sufficient to prevent  me from attacking or overpowering her.  I wasn't sure what to do at this point, since I knew that there was little chance of my being able to get a cab to take me to my hotel. 
"Alright, I'll agree, but what do you want me to do" 
"If you go into the bedroom next door you'll find that I've put out something for you to sleep in and you can wash in the en-suite bathroom.  Once you're ready lie on the bed and call for me" 
I entered a small rather sparsely furnished bedroom which contained simply a bed with a mattress covered with what looked like a brown rubber sheet, a chair and a small chest of drawers.  I used the bathroom and washed myself.  On the bed was simply a pair of black briefs, but as there was no air conditioning and it was a hot night I didn't worry about this.  I put them on, lay on my back on the bed and called out that I was ready.  I must have waited at least ten minutes in ever increasing puzzlement until Lydia eventually came into the room carrying a small case. 
"Would you please lie on your front, close your eyes and put your hands behind your back.  This won't take long and I'll feel so much easier once it's done". 
I did as I was told and with my head on one side I could smell the rubber of the sheet. I heard the clink of something metallic whilst Lydia was delving inside the bag.  She took my hands and placed them firmly in a position where the palms were facing outwards and then to my consternation I felt the cold chill of metal just above my wrist bone and then the sharp constriction as a what I assumed were handcuffs were snapped on tightly.  At the start they didn't hurt much but I couldn't move my hands more than a very little, since the manacles appeared to be solidly connected together and there was very little freedom of movement. 
"I'm really sorry to have to do this to you and I know it's a bad way to behave to a guest, but I now feel a lot safer" Lydia commented.  "You can lie on your side now if it's more comfortable but please stay lying down for the time being and I'll come back in a little to check on you.  You're wearing rigid police handcuffs and there's no chance of escape from them".  She then turned out the light, left the room and closed the door.  I heard the key turn in the lock. 
It didn't take long for me to feel how tight the handcuffs were.  I tried turning my wrists to ease the position but I found that this was impossible and it was clear that I was in for an uncomfortable night.  After a while I found that by lying on my side with one hand lying on the mattress the handcuffs didn't seem to cut into my wrists as much and I managed to relax into a position that was tolerable. 
I'm not sure how long it was but I suspect that about half an hour went by before the door opened, the light went on and Lydia came back into the room.  She was still wearing the shapeless black track suit. 
"Well, how are you making out?  Are you ready for me to fix you up for the night?" she asked. 
"Couldn't you slacken the handcuffs off a little?  They're quite painful and I don't know if I'll be able to sleep" I replied. 
"I'm really sorry about that, but security comes first.  If I make the handcuffs looser I'll have to release you a little to do so and for me that's simply too dangerous.  In fact I'll probably need to tighten them a little, since your wrists have almost certainly got used to them by now" 
Lydia pushed me onto my front and I felt her snapping the handcuffs click by click more tightly into my wrists.  Eventually she stopped and I heard a couple of little clicks.  "I'm just setting the safety locks" she said.  "These will prevent the handcuffs from getting any tighter during the night.  However I'm not quite finished yet, since I don't want you to be able to walk freely around the house" 
"I don't know why you think I could do that, since you locked the door" I retorted. 
"I just want to be sure of things and then I can go to sleep happily" she replied and with these words I had the clank of metal again and she fitted manacles tightly to my ankles.  "These are oversized hinged handcuffs" she said "and you won't be able to walk in them at all.  I'm afraid they'll be a little painful and I'm going to chain them to the bar at the bottom of the bed, so that there's no chance you can get up". 
I watched her as she fitted a short chain with a padlock and I realized that there was no way out of my dilemma "What do you really want of me?" I asked. "This seems to go a lot further then simple self-protection." 
"We'll talk about that in the morning" Lydia commented blandly and without saying another word she turned the light out and left the room, once again locking the door behind her. 
Both my wrists and my ankles ached from the tightness of the manacles and some time later, I suppose after about twenty minutes, I started to lose the feeling in my hands.  The pain in my wrists began to subside but my thumbs went numb and my shoulders started to hurt because of the constrained position.  I relaxed into the pain but started to get seriously worried about the numbness.  Had Lydia cut off the blood supply to my hands?  I yelled out and called her name. The door opened and Lydia came back into the room and I was dazzled by the brightness when she turned the light on. 
"I chained you up so that I could sleep properly and I didn't expect you to yell like that" she said annoyed. 
"My wrists have gone numb and I think you really must slacken the cuffs off" 
"Is that all?  You've simply got the nerves trapped and you'll live" she replied "but I'm not going to allow you to wake me up like that again" and with these words I saw her take something black out of the bag. 
"I'm going to mask you, since you've been so stupid as to wake me.  I won't be hearing another word from you tonight". 
Lydia pulled a rubber mask hard over my head.  For a few seconds I couldn't breath and I panicked.  "Take it off, please!" I yelled but she went on pulling until the mask was in place and she then pushed a tube into my mouth which was evidently part of the mask.  I couldn't breath through my nose but I was able to draw air in and out through the tube, although it  prevented me from talking and all I could do was to make moaning noises.  I could see nothing and everything was black. 
"That's better" I heard Lydia say through the rubber.  "I don't think you'll be disturbing me again but I'll probably come in from time to time to check on you. Sweet dreams!”  I heard the door close and the key turn again.  Then there was silence. 
The time dragged on.  I tried various different positions but after a few minutes each one became painful and it was pretty clear that the whole arrangement was designed to prevent sleep.  I realised that I was in the hands of an expert and that Lydia had no intention of giving me any respite.  I wondered in my mind how long this was going to last.  However, after a while I got used to the mask and whilst it was extremely restrictive and unpleasant I gradually got the feeling that it was part of me. 
My hands were now numb and I could not feel my thumbs at all.  Gradually I relaxed and I believe I probably slept a little, since at one stage I woke in panic thinking I was drowning but then realized that I was simply masked and that I could only see rubber blackness.  I'm pretty certain that Lydia did indeed come in and check on me fairly regularly, but as the night wore on it became more and more difficult to separate imagination from reality.  I tried at one stage to pass the time by counting, trying to mark off the seconds off and I found that I usually succeeded in counting myself into what I though was sleep, but I was then jerked awake by a false movement which caused the manacles to bite. 
I heard the door opening rather noisily and Lydia's voice saying that it was early morning.  "I'm really sorry I've had to do this to you" I heard her say "but I'm sure you realise by now that I've simply had to put you under restraint.  I'm going to take the mask off now, so lie still while I do it."  I felt the mask being pulled off  forcibly and closed my eyes against the brightness of the light. 
"Why have you got your eyes closed?  Would you like me to put the mask back on again?" she asked. 
"No, please, it's been terrible.  Don't put it on again" 
"We'll see about that in a little while.  Meanwhile I'm going to get dressed and then we'll have a little chat".  I saw that she was wearing a loose black cotton nightgown.  It had long sleeves and it didn't show off her figure at all.  She left the room with the door open and I heard her moving around in the house. 
After what seemed like an age she came back in.  She a smart black business suit on with an extremely short skirt, black tights and black patent leather shoes with high heels.  She wore a formal white shirt and a black tie which was forced into the collar tightly with a gold clip.  She was fully made up and she looked beautiful but stern and forbidding.  She drew up the chair, sat down and crossed her perfect legs.   I looked at her long brilliantly shiny dark red nails and I have to admit that she was quite something. 
"I'm afraid I can't let you go yet, since I need somebody else here when I release you, just  in case you try to attack me.  I've phoned a friend and asked her to come round but she can't make it until later on, so you're going to have to remain here while I go to work." 
"No, please!" I called out in rising panic.  "Don't leave me!  What will happen if a fire breaks out or something?" 
"Don't talk rubbish!  You'll be perfectly alright here and you've already told me you're not working today.  However, I don't want you here in the bedroom when my cleaner comes, so I'm going to put you somewhere else which is a little more suitable.  Anyway, I expect you're getting used to the chains now and you probably don't really want me to release you yet, do you?" 
I was stunned by her remark, which I had not been expecting, but the realization slowly dawned on me that she was probably right.  I had become used to the manacles and although it would be nice to be free I could in fact stand them for a little longer.  I thought about the situation in silence for a while and Lydia looked at me expectantly.  She was highly attractive but dominant in her attitude and I felt the need to accept the situation and obey her. 
"Alright" I said "if  it has to be then we'd better get on with it". 
"I'm pleased you're reacting this way" she replied.  "It makes things much easier for me, but once I've got you properly fixed up in the basement I'm afraid it isn't going to be any better for you.  You've probably realised by now that I like doing this kind of thing to people.  I've had both men and women in captivity here and it really gives me a kick.  Please make no mistake about it, however.  There's going to be no intimacy between us and I'm going to make you 
suffer in silence, since that's what turns me on.  I know I'm good looking and sexy but that doesn't mean that I'm going to let you get away with anything." 
"Do I have an option?" I asked. 
"Not really.  You've delivered yourself into my hands and although you didn't know in advance what was going to happen to you it's probably an experience you wouldn't want to have missed.  Now you're stuck with it and I'm going to have my fun.  It's your fault for thinking I'd maybe go to bed with you!" 
I looked at her and tried to detect some compassion in her expression but there was none.  I took in her perfectly made up face, beautifully lined eyes and her dark red shiny lipstick  but there wasn't a hint of a smile. 
"I suppose I've earned this and I'll accept my fate, but please don't  be too unkind.  I've had an extremely unpleasant night and I don't know how much 
more I can stand" I said. 
"I'll be the judge of that.  I'm going to release the manacles on your feet so that you can walk, but I'll replace these with regular leg irons.  I'm also going to fit you out with a prison belly chain, so that when I take you downstairs you'll have no chance of escape.  You'll need to walk slowly and I'll help you, since otherwise you'll trip and hurt yourself. " 
Lydia looked into her sports bag again and took out a pair of what turned out to be leg irons with a long chain.  She locked my ankles into the leg irons and then took the end of the chain and brought it up to my waist level.  I Heard a click behind my back as the chain was padlocked onto the handcuffs and the loose end of the chain was then pulled tightly around my waist and locked to the handcuffs, so that my wrists were pulled sharply into the small of my back.  She then freed me from the oversize handcuffs on my ankles, so that I was able to 
swing myself off the bed and stand up. 
"Now go to the bathroom and relieve yourself, but be careful, since I don't wasn't the toilette soiled.  I won't bore you with the details of how I accomplished this.  Suffice it to say that it was difficult and I was unable to wash my hands afterwards. 
"I'm going to lead you down the stairs" Lydia said.  "Don't move too fast or you'll fall down them and hurt yourself."  She held my arm firmly and we moved very gradually towards the door.  The leg irons were fitted with a short chain, so that slow movement on the level were no problem.  However, once we reached the stairs I had to go down one step at a time, since the chain was only just long enough to allow each foot to be moved onto the step below. 
Eventually we reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in a small basement passage.  There was a single unmarked metal door on the left hand side with what looked like two locks.  Lydia used two keys from a key ring, one to open each lock, and pulled the door open.  Inside there was a black void but she operated a switch in the passage and a dim light came on inside the room.  The walls were of black brick and there was a concrete floor.  Towards the back of the room stood a black metal cage about 100 cm high mounted on a wooden floor 
fitted with castors, so that the whole thing could be moved around.  Lydia took me towards the cage and pulled the door open. 
"You don't mean me to go in there, do you?" I said horrified. 
"Of course" she replied.  "If you sit down and move your backside towards the back of the cage then you'll be perfectly safe.  Reluctantly I did as I was told. Lydia had to hold me to prevent my losing my balance as I shifted myself little by little inside the cage.  Lydia then shut the door and secured it with a padlock. She pulled the cage out from the wall on the castors and went around to the rear of it.  I felt her hands pulling me tightly towards the rear bars.  She told me to pull my knees right other towards my stomach and I then heard a click as the padlock on the belly chain was released and then locked again onto one of the 
back  bars. 
"You can move your feet forwards again now, if you like" she said.  I found that the chain connected to the leg irons was just long enough to allow my feet to be moved forward to a point where they almost touched the front bars of the cage. This position was pretty uncomfortable but at least I was sitting down. 
"I'll be back in a minute or two", Lydia said and left the cell, leaving the light on and the door open.  I heard her going up the stairs and her footsteps on the floor above.  There was then a period of quiet, after which I heard more footsteps and she came down the stairs and into the room again.  She was holding in her hands a plastic bottle fitted with a tube, something in a hygienic packing, a pair of rubber gloves and a large pair of scissors. 
"Remember, I've done this before and I know how to fit a catheter.  I don't want you passing water whilst you're in the cage, since it's tiresome to clean up afterwards," she commented whilst drawing on the gloves. I looked at her stupefied.   "You can't really mean this?" I retorted. 
"Of course I mean it.  I always do what I say I'll do" and with these words she squatted down beside the cage, put her hand inside the cage and cut my briefs off with the scissors.  She pulled the material away and dropped it in a heap outside the cage on the floor of the cell.  Then she took a small tube and squeezed some gel into her hand. 
"This is antiseptic gel, it helps getting the catheter in a help prevent infections,” she remarked.  She put her hand against into the cage, smoothed the gel onto my penis, then undid the hygienic packing and took out the catheter, which looked like a long tube with a small plastic ring at one end and a tap at the other.  She fed the end with the plastic ring into my penis and I felt it making its way up into my inside.  There was then a small presure as it reached its destination, other than that I felt nothing. Lydia put the plastic bottle outside the cell, attached the tube to it and turned on the tap. 
"You'll now have no control over your urination and the fluid will simply end up in the bottle" she commented as I looked on in despair.  "Don't worry, this is all perfectly hygienic and everything has been properly sterilized." 
A minute later she returned carrying two objects, one of which was a metal collar and the other a small metallic frame.  She unlocked the collar, threaded it between the bars, put it around my neck and then secured it with a padlock to the rear of the cage. 
"Because you're going to be here some time whilst I'm out and I don't want you calling to the cleaner I'm going to use a dental gag" she told me.  "I'm going to insert this frame between your teeth and then wrench your mouth wide open. I'm afraid it won't be very pleasant and you won't be able to say anything at all. This cell is more or less soundproof and once the door is closed and I've locked the door at the top of the steps then nobody will be able to hear you.  Anyway, I've had enough of your complaining, so just get ready to endure it" 
Lydia took the frame, put her hands inside the cell and held my nose, so that I had to open my mouth.  She slipped the frame in between my teeth and I felt my mouth being forcibly opened wider and wider, my facial muscles being pulled tighter and tighter. 
"There now, try to talk" she said.  I found that I couldn't say anything at all and all that came out was a feeble meaningless moan. 
"That's shut you up" she commented.  "I'm going to work now and I'll see you again later on.  My friend's coming in this evening and we'll see then about releasing you."  She left the cell, closing the door behind her, and I heard the key being turned in each of the two locks.  Then the light went out and I was left in total darkness. 
I can't begin to describe the horror of that day.  There was no really comfortable position.  My body started to ache all over and the dental gag caused my face to hurt more and more.  I tried everything I could think of to pass the time, counting seconds, working out business projects and thinking of what I would do when I was released.  I also wondered how Lydia thought she would get away with it, since by now I was seriously thinking of going straight to the police if she did ever let me out.  Maybe I was simply going to be disposed up and dumped somewhere.  After all, she was a doctor and it would be only too easy to inject me 
with something.  Panic alternated with despair and at the start there were few relaxed phases.  However, as time progressed I became calmer and calmer, accepting with stoic resignation whatever fate awaited me. 
At one stage I heard footsteps on the floor above but nobody came down and it was eventually quiet again, so I assumed that the cleaner had been and gone. After what appeared to be a lifetime I heard footfalls upstairs again and it sounded like more than one person was coming down the stairs.  Then I heard the keys turning in the two locks but the light wasn't switched on.  Suddenly a brilliant light dazzled my eyes and I realised that I was looking into a powerful torch.  I couldn't see who was behind the light. 
I heard Lydia's voice first. 
"Well Jennifer, here's our prisoner.  What do you think of him?"  she said. 
"He looks well and truly fixed up to me.  It's a good thing you're prepared to defend yourself against rapists, since otherwise just think would might have happened to you last night.  I'm sure you're absolutely right to have reacted in the way you did.  Do you want me to contact the police now or later on?" 
I tried to say something, but I simply couldn't speak.   Was I going to be arrested for attempted rape and taken to court?  The prospect was ghastly. 
"I'd like to talk to you about it first, Jennifer, if you don't mind" replied Lydia. 
"OK" said the other voice.  "Let's go back upstairs and we can discuss it over a glass of wine together". 
I heard the door being closed and locked again.  It sounded as if both girls were going back up the stairs.  I then heard footsteps again overhead followed by silence.  I don't know how long I had to wait, since I was by now unable to keep track at all, but eventually it sounded is if both persons were coming down the steps again.  This time the light was switched on.  Lydia and another girl, presumably Jennifer, came into the cell.  Jennifer was dark haired, tall and good looking , but she was dressed in a police officer's uniform and did not look at all 
friendly to me. 
"My name if Jennifer Brown and I'm a police officer.  Lydia tells me that you attempted to rape her last night after she invited you to stay" she said .  "You'll see that I'm a police officer and I'm empowered to arrest you for attempted rape.  Lydia knows how to look after herself and she's taken prudent precautions.  However, she's prepared not to give evidence provided that you leave town and don't give us trouble again.  I expect you've had a justifiable shock and this will maybe convince you not to try any dirty tricks on single ladies again." 
I tried to remonstrate with her but I couldn't articulate the words. 
"If you agree to leave immediately then nod your head.  Otherwise, I'm going to arrest you" said Jennifer. 
If didn't take me long to make up my mind.  I would do anything to get out of this situation.  I nodded my head. 
"Bring him his clothes and unlock the handcuffs.  He can dress in the cage" ordered Jennifer.  "I'll wait here whilst he does it and I don't want to hear a word from him.  If he complains about his treatment by you then I'll arrest him at once." 
Lydia left the room, went upstairs and came back holding a bundle containing my clothes.  She first of all pulled the catheter out from my penis. Then she went around to the back of the cage and removed the dental gag followed by the handcuffs, leg irons and belly chain.  I could now move about in the cage but I still couldn't get out.  My jeans and pants were fed in through the gaps in the bars and with some difficulty I managed to get dressed.  I didn't say a word. 
"Now please handcuff him again with his hands behind his back" said Jennifer. Lydia reached in through the bars and secured my wrists tightly again, palms outwards. 
"Please call a taxi, Lydia.  I'll wait here" instructed Jennifer. "I strongly recommend that you don't open your mouth" she added, then stood in the cell motionless, looking at me with the utmost severity. 
About ten minutes later Lydia came down and said that the taxi had arrived. The cage was unlocked and I levered myself stiffly out on my backside.  Jennifer helped me up and I found that it was very difficult to stand.  She took my arm as we ascended the stairs and we went out of the front door to the street, where as taxi was waiting.  She unlocked the handcuffs. 
"This guy's been a nuisance here but he's been persuaded to leave quietly.  If he gives you any trouble at all phone me immediately.  You've got my number" she said to the taxi driver. 
I stepped into the taxi and I gave the driver the name of my hotel.  He drove off immediately and half an hour later I entered my hotel room.  My wrists and ankles were raw and my mouth and shoulders still ached.  I ran a bath and relaxed in the hot water.  Then I went to bed and slept properly for the first time in twenty four hours. 
The phone rang.  I awoke and picked it up. 
"Hi" said Lydia's voice at the other end of the line.  "Are you OK?  I was really getting worried about you.  You looked so ill when you left after spending the night with me.  I hope you're not going down with something." 
"Lydia, I don't believe this" I retorted.  "Why just you don't drop dead.  I've had enough!" 
"That's a pity, since you would be welcome to stay again any time you like" she responded, but I hung up on her without another word. 
I've been thinking about my adventure ever since and yesterday I decided to write it up.  However, as the narrative progressed I became more and more convinced that this wasn't the end of the story.  I picked up the phone and found out the number of my hostess at the party. 
"Have you any idea how I can contact Lydia?" I asked her as soon as I got through.  She gave me a number which I keyed in. 
"Hi, this is Lydia.  How can I help you?" came down the wire in a voice I recognised only too well. 
"Do you remember the night I spent in your house?" I said after giving my name. 
"Sure, what about it?" came the reply 
"I'm coming to Birmingham again next month.  Could we meet again?" 
"Yeah, but you'll have to stay with me for at least three days and I'll have to let Jennifer know as a precautionary measure.  Would that be OK for you?" 
"I reckon it will have to be" I replied.  "I'll phone you again and tell you when I can come". 
"That's good" said Lydia. adding "You know, you guys always come back for more.  I'm simply a good judge of character".  Then she hung up. 

End