The Seamstress
by Ink Stains

Susan Hollowell was finally getting used to life in suburbia.  She had spent the six years after graduation living in condo in the city with her husband.  Both worked as accountants.  After the birth of their child, they moved out of town and she had taken a break from business.  Now that their daughter was in nursery school part-time, she was starting to plot her future.  "When Anne starts school full time, I'll think about accounting again.  Until then...."
Her life was as fully occupied as it had been when she was "employed outside the home."  There were household chores and volunteer work at Anne's preschool.  But she could more or less make her own schedule which was a welcome change from her days in the business world.  One thing this allowed were coffee visits to the home of another mother of a preschooler, Alexis Wilson.
"Alexis" didn't fit her name.  Susan smiled that such a vampish name belonged to a woman of such non descript appearance and manor.  She had never seen Alexis wearing anything but casual dress, usually jeans and loose tee shirts.  
An "Alexis" should be a former model.  Alexis Wilson was a former school teacher who had decided not to return to the classroom following the birth of her daughter.  She and her husband were able to live comfortably off his earnings as an electrician.
An "Alexis" should be a sculptress or painter.  Alexis Wilson's craft of choice was sewing.  But she did make a small business of it.  On most occasions when Susan dropped by Alexis' sewing bench was covered with pieces of grey wool suiting.  Most of her customers were businesswomen like Susan had been not too many years ago.
After a trip to the grocery one April morning, Susan stopped in for coffee.  The front door was open.  Susan knocked on the screen door, announced herself, and as was her custom, walked in.  Alexis was often in the middle of a seam and didn't want to have to come to the door.  
When Susan entered Alexis' sewing room this morning, Alexis was trying to put her work aside.  The fabric wasn't wool suiting, but lightweight canvas.  Alexis looked at the calendar over her sewing bench, then at the pieces of fabric..and then lay them down.  "I guess I have to get this finished."  Her face was red as if she were blushing.
Susan tried to strike up a conversation about how things were going at the preschool but Alexis acted as if she wasn't really hearing anything Susan was saying.  She laid a piece of fabric flat and stitched a piece of nylon webbing over a seam.  "I guess you're wondering what I'm working on?" Alexis said nervously.

     "It's really none of my business.  Is it a tent bag or something?"

     "Oh, Come off it. Tent Bag!"

     "Honest, I thought maybe you were making camping equipment or something. That's sort of what it looks like."

     "No it's not camping equipment.  It's a straight jacket!

     Susan Hollowell thought to herself.  "No.  I refuse to believe this.  Alexis Wilson is not a dominatrix."

"It's not for me.  One of my regular customers asked me to make one about a year ago.  I'm afraid my reputation has gotten around.  This is the fourth one.  I don't know how many bondage freaks there are out there but they all seem to find my phone number."
"There are probably a few out there," Susan responded.  She was thankful the awkwardness had worked its way out of the conversation.
Alexis looked at Susan.  Her face showed bewilderment at the direction the conversation was taking.  "Aren't housewives like us supposed to be discussing recipes?" she thought to herself.
     "So, I suppose you're into bondage, too?" Alexis finally stammered.

"Not really.  My boyfriend and I fooled around with a few neckties and scarves when we were in college.  That was quite a few years ago.  I had a roommate that was into it real deep, though."
     "What's the point of it?  It seems crazy?"

"She talked about it some.  It was mostly acting out slave girl fantasies.  She read a lot of Gor books.  I guess it was her way of escaping from tension."
     "Was this something her boyfriend talked her into?"

"I don't think so.  He may have told her he was interested but she seemed to have started it.  She even had to get me to tie her up at first before she went out on dates.  I'd take a bandana and tie her hands together and we'd wait for Steve to pick her up.  The first time he showed up and found her like that he didn't look like he was expecting it."
     Alexis continued with her sewing.  "Did you feel kind of weird doing that?

"Not really.  At least not at that stage of things.  That was when we were in a garden apartment and Steve could drive right up to our door.  And all that was involved was a bandana.  The next year we were in a high rise building and Patty was in a lot deeper.  She had gotten all sorts of leather handcuffs and the like.  It would take a while to get her into them.  There was a belt around the waist.  You would wrap the cuffs around her wrists, and then put a padlock through one of the hasps that closed the left one, then slip it through the hasp that locked the belt, and then through the hasp on the right cuff.  It would pin her hands together in the small of her back.  She'd want me to put a piece of surgical tape across her mouth.  Then I'd have to put a cape over her shoulders and arrange a muffler to cover her face so no one could see she was fixed.  We'd go down to the lobby and wait for Steve.  We'd be in the elevator praying I wouldn't run into anyone we knew who would try and strike up a conversation with me, or, God forbid, her.  I kept thinking of how I was going to explain being in the elevator with my roommate bound, gagged, and not wearing any panties under her skirt."

     "What ever became of her?"

"I've lost track.  She changed to a different school before her junior year.  She decided to change her major to pre med.  For all I know, she's a doctor somewhere."
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Several weeks passed before Susan revisited Alexis.  When she arrived, Alexis was sewing a grey flannel skirt.  She thought about mentioning what a change that was from the last time but she remembered how Alexis was a little embarrassed by it and decided not to bring it up.  But Alexis did bring it up.
"Susan, I need to ask a favor of you.  I hate to bring it up since I'm not real comfortable talking about it....
     "You want me to help market straight jackets?

"No, but I need someone to try on the one I was working on last time.  It's a different design than the first three and I want to make sure it works.  It's something I can't very well try on myself."

"OK.  But this isn't going to be easy.  If I'd known I was going to be doing this I wouldn't have worn a dress.  Do you have a leotard or something I could wear?"

     Alexis went up to her bedroom and brought back a black spandex leotard.  Susan took it into the downstairs bathroom and undressed.  When she returned to the sewing room Alexis stood before her holding the jacket.  

"Susan Hollowell, bondage model, reporting for duty."  She felt really silly doing this.  

"Hold out your arms in front.  This fastens up the back."  Susan slid her arms into the arms of the jacket.  The ends came to a point like mittens, pressing her fingers together.  She could see a strip of nylon webbing running up the sleeve's side and acting as a reinforcement to the shoulder seam.  About 18 inches of the strap extended beyond the sleeve.  A buckle was on the right strap.
Alexis moved behind her and pulled the fabric tight across her upper back.  She then bent to start the heavy, industrial zipper.  She zipped it up to the two inch high collar.  

"I don't know if a zipper is right for this.  But it seems strong enough.  I've always used straps before but they're sort of clumsy to put on."  She straightened the collar which had a nylon dog collar threaded through it.  The zipper pull was aligned so that it could be locked to the buckle on the collar.  "Now, fold your arms across your back."
Susan complied.  "I thought you were supposed to cross them in front?"  

"That's the way I've done it before, but this woman wanted it this way.  I've designed it so this one could go either way."  Alexis grabbed the webbed straps and threaded them through loops at the garment's waistline.  She pulled them together across Susan's stomach and fastened the buckle loosely.  "Now take a deep breath".
She pulled the buckle tight pinning Susan's arms flat against the small of her back.  All that was left to do was bring a strap dangling in front up between Susan's legs.  It was fastened to a buckle at the base of the zipper. 
"This woman was really concerned about her not being able to escape.  I read some books about escape artists.  They get loose by working the straps up so they pass over their head.  With the belt loops, that would be impossible even if the arms were crossed in front.  And the crotch strap keeps the jacket from riding up.  Why don't you try and get out?  I've got some other work to do."  
Susan walked over to a chair, sat down on the edge of it, and started working her upper body around.  She made tentative motions, not sure when her moves would be stopped short by the fabric.  She learned quickly not much movement was possible given the design and the awkward position in which her arms were crossed.  And the taut strap between her legs made it difficult to bend forward.  Doing so pulled it up against her crotch.  Not that it felt bad.  But it wasn't going to be possible to get loose that way.
Before Susan realized it, nearly half an hour had passed.  She hadn't spoken a word.  Her mind was totally occupied with the restraints on her body.  Alexis had started to cut out another garment.
"Well, I don't think your client has to worry about getting out of this.  When you get a moment I could use some help."

Alexis looked up at her and smiled.  "Gee, I didn't want to disturb you.  You looked like you were sort of enjoying it."

"Enjoy isn't the right world.  I have a feeling that in a few more minutes, I'd start to get the cramps.  I bet my shoulders are going to be stiff from this."
Alexis walked over.  "Stand up."

She unbuckled the straps across Susan's belly.  Susan slowly dropped her arms to her sides.  "Boy they are sore.  I didn't realize how it pushes the joints out of line."  

Alexis undid the crotch strap, then the collar, and then the zipper. Susan shrugged her shoulders together and the jacket fell forward.  She instantly felt cold.  Her leotard was soaked with perspiration.  "I hope you send that through the wash before you deliver it," she joked.
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In the following days, Susan became obsessed with the trance that had fallen over her while she was bound in the jacket.  She didn't recall becoming sexually aroused.  But clearly the event had triggered some sort of fantasy.
On Friday, a week after she had last visited Alexis, she again passed by her friend's house.  She saw an unfamiliar, black Ford Taurus parked in front.  Alexis wondered.  "Could this be the 'regular customer' Alexis had spoken of?"

"I know it's none of my business," was her next thought.  But she felt compelled to stop.  She walked to the house and knocked on the door.  But she didn't walk in.  "I should at least give Alexis the chance to say she's busy.  I know she's probably embarrassed."
Alexis approached the door, saw it was Susan.  "Come on in."  The door entered into a storm porch, just off the living room.  A woman in a blue, straight skirt and an off white blouse sat on the sofa.  She and Alexis had been drinking coffee.  Next to the woman was a garment box.  Susan didn't have to ask what was in it.  She knew.
"Hi, I'm Allison.  And you?  Are you Susan?"  Susan was startled the woman knew her name.
Alexis interjected, "I'm afraid we were just talking about you.  I explained I had thoroughly tested the jacket.  And, well, we started talking about bondage.  I sort of felt like I should know more about it if I'm making a living this way."
"I'm happy to talk about it.  But you have to understand that I have to be very careful who I talk to.  Some men would think this means I want to get tied up and raped.  And some women think that if I choose to do this, it's an invitation for someone else to sexually assault them.  This is something I do when I want to do it, with someone I know and trust...and only for as long as I arrange in advance.  It's a game...a hobby."
"Kind of like needlepoint...except they don't exhibit it at the county fair" Susan said wryly.
"I'm glad you can joke about it. I get nervous talking about it with someone I've just met.  Although I sort of feel like I've met you."
"I really don't know what to think about this.  But I've been thinking about it a lot."  Susan told Allison the story about her college room mate.
"I wish I had known her...or you when I was getting started.  This isn't the sort of thing you experiment with in bars.  You could get killed that way.  There was a woman I worked with several jobs ago.  She was a lesbian.  She put me in touch with some of her friends who were into bondage.  I do my scenes with them.  I'm personally straight but I haven't found a guy I feel comfortable doing this with.  They'll put me in restraint, and leave me to fantasize.  We have set times for release with a code word..or sound if I'm gagged,  I try to return the favor by restraining one of them so they'll be bound and ready for fun when their partner returns."
Allison pursed her lips, nodded as if she were thinking over what she had just said.  Then, in a bizarre, matter of fact manner added, "How about you?"
"What do you mean, How about me?"  

"I mean are you into the scene.  With your husband? boyfriend? girl friend?  The meter reader?"  

"Not since college.  But to tell you the truth," she paused, "I guess Alexis told you about the trial run?  It's kind of addictive isn't it?"
"Addictive is probably a good word.  I always worry about things getting out of control.  Well, I guess I might as well ask.  Do you want to do a scene with me some time?"
"I'm not sure.  Just the two of us, or with my husband?"

"Your choice.  Do you think he'd be interested?"

 Susan shrugged.  Allison went on to answer her own question.  "Most men are, after they get over the shock of realizing their wife is interested  in getting tied up.  And you need to lay out some ground rules in advance."

"Look, think about it.  I'll call in a couple of weeks.  What day are you usually home?"
"Thursdays are usually open.  Or I can arrange to have them open."

Allison looked Susan straight in the eyes.  "Here's what will happen. I'll call and introduce myself.  If you're not interested, just say no.  I understand.  But if you want to give it a try, just invite me over.  We'll go from there.  In case you are interested, let me give you something."
She reached down and picked up her briefcase.  She opened it and sorted through the pockets in the lid.  She pulled out a sheet of paper, folded it, and slipped it into a plain white envelope.  She licked and sealed it.
"Keep this, but don't open it.  If you decide you're not interested, you can rip it up without reading it.  If you are interested in doing something, we can talk about it when I call."
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Two weeks passed.  Susan thought about what she would say when the phone rang.  She was leaning towards saying yes.  The experiences of the past few months had raised question after question that would have to be answered.  Allison's offer was the only way to find out what lay behind the feeling she had sensed sitting, bound in a straight jacket, in Alexis' sewing room.

It was Monday, June tenth.  The phone rang.  Susan walked to the phone. She had her purse nearby, containing the envelope, still unopened, that Allison had given her.  On the third ring, she picked up the receiver.
"Susan?"

There was a long pause.  "Yes."

"This is Allison.  Will you be home on Thursday?"

Again, there was a pause, and a one word answer.  "Yes."

"Would you like me to come visit you?"

The shock was starting to wear off.  "Yes, it would be good to see you."

"Do you have the envelope?  I want you to open it, read it, and sign at the bottom.  Leave it on you kitchen table where I can see it.  If it's not there, nothing will happen.  We can just drink coffee and talk.  If I see it, the scene will start.  Is ten o'clock all right?"
"Ten o'clock will be fine."   

Susan said good bye, and hung up the phone.  She dug the envelope out of her purse and read it.  There was only one paragraph, with a blank for her name, and a line at the bottom for her signature.
"I, __________, hereby request that Allison Jackson place whatever physical restraints on my body as she so chooses.  If she feels it is necessary, I may also be blindfolded and gagged.  Allison Jackson agrees to exercise all possible care to prevent injury while I am in restraint, although I understand there are some risks due to constricted circulation.  Allison agrees to abide by the safety word, "Asparagus", or a "Shave and a Haircut" grunt if speech is restricted.  There will be no sexual contact with her or any other party during the event.
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Susan was sitting watching CNN.  The sheet of paper was on the coffee table in front of her.  It was already signed.  She saw Allison's car pull into the driveway.  Allison got out.  She was wearing a tee shirt over black spandex leotards.  She was carrying a black canvas briefcase and a shopping bag.  Susan noticed her white socks and running shoes and thought how Allison looked as if she were stopping off on her way to an aerobics class.  Susan went to the door and opened it even before Allison had a chance to knock.
"Good Morning Allison," Susan said in a soft monotone.

"Good Morning Susan".  Susan sensed the same firm eye contact she had noticed the last time they had seen each other.

Allison walked in and immediately saw the contract on the coffee table. She handed Susan the white paper sack.
"Susan, take this bag into the bedroom and change in the items you find in it.  Put on a pair of comfortable shoes and be back here in ten minutes."
In her bedroom, Susan took off the jeans and blouse she had been wearing.  In the bag, she found a grey, two piece exercise outfit.  There was a cropped top that didn't seem out of the ordinary.  But the bottom had a thong back that was obviously meant to be worn over tights.  There were no tights.
She pulled the top on over her bra, then took off her panties.  She stepped into the bottom, realizing that it was designed for someone who spent a lot more time shaving than she did.
     Susan looked at herself in a full length mirror on a closet door.  She realized her ass was totally exposed.  She thought about the contract she had signed.  Was there anything about spankings?  She didn't think so but her outfit sure wouldn't get in the way of any.
She walked back into the living room where Allison had spread out some leather items on a tabletop.  Allison spoke to her before she could say anything.
"Put your hands behind your head, then stand against that wall with your elbows touching it."  Susan never stopped, walking into the ordered position.  Allison walked behind her and began wrapping leather cuffs around her wrists.  Susan realized this was like the harness with which she had once confined her college roommate.  Her wrists were soon secured to a ring on the belt which had been buckled around her waist.
Susan was then led to a kitchen chair.  She was pushed firmly into it, and Allison started cuffing her ankles together.
"Now, slide your butt back in the chair."  Allison clipped a leather strap to the link that joined the ankle cuffs.  Her legs were pulled back and up under the chair, and the strap was snapped onto the ring on the back of the belt.  The downward pull of her legs held her rear end in firm contact with the seat of the chair.
Allison looked at her for a moment, then walked over to a chair and sat down.  "Comfy?" she asked, as if she were honestly interested in how Susan felt.
Susan grimaced for a moment.  How many of these abrupt personality shifts would there be.  

Allison took a sip of coffee, no more excited than if she had just finished a round of bridge.  

"No, honestly, I'm always interested in how women feel when they're in the position you're in."

"Well, nothing's pinching or anything.  I have a feeling not being able to move my butt to a different position may get uncomfortable in a while."

"Emotionally?"

"I feel powerless."

"You are."  Allison smiled.  "This is the paradox of bondage.  The women who are into are the ones with the best educations; the best paying jobs.  That's the same thing I read about the men who pay women to tie them up and abuse them.  It's judges, politicians, executives.  Professional doms never do much business with fry cooks and cab drivers.  Although that may be because they can't afford them."
Susan stared into space.  "I know this is real politically incorrect.  I know women get upset by the fashion ads and perfume ads with bondage themes.  But men aren't customers for these things.  Most of the ads are in magazines men never read."
"I used to think it was brainwashing.  Maybe if I lived in a world run by women I wouldn't feel the way I do," replied Allison.  "I don't know."  
"But speaking of women running things, I do have a business I have to take care of.  If you don't mind, I'd like to use your phone."
"Please, go ahead."  Susan realized she was once again slipping into the "everyday conversation" mode.  If this was supposed to be a played scene, no one was playing any role other than themselves.
Allison took out an appointment book and thumbed through it.  She started making calls.  Susan could tell from what she overheard that Allison sold real estate.  She was calling back people and setting up showings of houses.  Susan realized she was suffering from one of her paranoias.  She couldn't see a clock from where she was seated.  She had to know what time it was.  She feared that somehow, she would be kept in bondage all day.  With drapes drawn, she couldn't even tell much about where the sun was in the sky.  When she heard Allison hang up the phone, she asked the obvious question.  "Excuse me, what time is it?"
Allison looked up from the papers before her.  Susan could tell it was mood change time again.
"You aren't supposed to ask questions.  I guess you need to be gagged.  You've agreed to that, you know? "
Allison walked to the shopping bag and pulled out a cloth strap.  She walked behind Susan.  "Open your mouth."  
There was a cloth covered ball that Allison pushed into Susan's mouth. With a quick motion, Allison pulled it tight across Susan's face.  The ends overlapped, and were joined with a Velcro closure.  Susan moved her jaw.  She realized the ball was filled with foam rubber of some sort and no matter how wide her mouth opened, the ball expanded to fill it.

"Another triumph of women's engineering,"  Allison proclaimed.  "Guys shove rubber balls in your mouth.  They hurt like hell.  Besides, this is more effective.  There's an elastic strip sandwiched in between the layers of cloth.  If you try and push the ball out, as soon as you relax your tongue, the ball pushes right back in.  There's also a piece of foam in there to deaden the sound.  And it's more comfortable.  Honest."
Allison went back to her calls.  She never said what time it was.

Allison completed her work, then sat down, coffee cup in hand, to watch TV.  From what was on channel two, she could tell it was 12:30 or so.  She had been immobile for at least two hours.  No wonder she was feeling stiff.  And her mouth was dry.  She made a humming sound.  Allison looked at her.  
"I guess you could use a drink of water."  She went to the sink and returned with a glass.  "Now here's the rules.  I'll take off the gag.  You take a drink.  Then the gag goes back on.  If you say anything other than 'Thank you, Allison,' I have other gags that aren't as comfortable as this one."
Susan took several sips as Allison held the glass to her lips.  She said thank you as directed.  The soggy gag was then reinserted and wrapped firmly around her head.  Allison went back to watching TV.  Oprah was interviewing women who went to male strip shows.  "I wonder if she'll be doing a show on women like me some day."  Nothing seemed too kinky for daytime TV. 
An hour later, Allison stood up and carried her coffee cup to the sink.  Susan heard her rinsing it.  She returned and stood before Susan.

"You should know that you've taken quite a bit here.  I've had plenty of other women in a state of panic after an hour."  She stepped behind the chair and unsnapped the strap that held Susan's feet up.  They dropped like a rock.  Susan felt blood rushing to her toes causing a tingling.  She instinctively rocked forward lifting her buttocks off the seat.  There was a dull ache at the base of her spine. 
"Stand up."  Susan started to jump to her feet, then realized her balance might not be too steady after sitting stiffly for three hours.  She rose slowly, testing her ability to stand.  Allison stooped, and unclipped the metal link between the cuffs.  She replaced it with the leather strap.  This wasn't freedom, yet.
"You're going to be released slowly.  I'm going to take off the gag.  You can talk, but I expect respect or it goes back on."  She peeled the velcro apart and pulled the foam ball from Susan's mouth.  "Why don't you walk over to the sofa and sit on something more comfortable."  Susan took careful steps, not knowing how long the strap was.  Her bottom was itching, the bare skin having been stuck to the wooden chair seat for hours.
She backed up to the sofa and lowered herself onto the cushion.  She wondered if she would be able to get back up again since her cuffed hands would make it difficult to lift herself up.  Susan moved her jaw around.  It, like the rest of her body, was aching.
"So, was it what you were expecting?"  Allison said.  Susan wondered what the "respectful" answer was.  
"I really didn't' know what to expect.  I guess it lasted longer than I would have thought.  I'm still not sure if I would want to do it again.  An I'm not sure how it would feel with my husband around.  I thought I might feel horny but right now all I feel is sore."
"I can tell you when you'll feel horny.  The next time you're having sex with your husband, think about what just happened.  Remember, the largest sex organ of all is the brain.  I have all sorts of fantasies based on what happens during the bondage scenes I get involved in.  By the way are you thirsty?"
Susan nodded.

"Well why don't you try walking into the kitchen and I'll turn on the faucet for you."

Susan realized this was Allison back in her dominant mood.  "Just another way to humiliate me," she thought.  She struggled to her feet and walked in short steps across the room.  She could only take eight inch steps because of the hobble between her ankles.  Allison waited until she had made it to the door before she got up.  Allison opened the faucet to a dribble, and then stepped back.  Susan had to bend over and put her mouth to the spigot to drink.  She knew Allison was back there staring at her minimally covered ass.  
"I guess I can take the restraints off now," sighed Allison.  She unfastened the metal clip that held Susan's hands to the back of the belt.  Susan moved her hands forward only to feel a sharp cracking sensation in her shoulders.  It almost felt like they had been dislocated by being pulled back for such a long time.
Susan started packing the restraints into her briefcase.  "I'm kind of in a hurry.  I have a house showing in a little while.  Tell you what, why don't you keep the clothes you're wearing.  If we don't see each other again, take them over to Alexis'.  I'll pick them up there sometime.  Listen, I hope you enjoyed this."  Both women realized at the same time how absurd that sounded, and both broke into a giggle as a result.  They walked to the door.  Susan watched Allison as she walked briskly down the driveway, got into her car and drove away.
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A month passed.  Allison never called back.  Alexis was on vacation so Susan didn't have a chance to take the exercise wear back.  Susan wasn't sure what she would say.  How would she explain what had happened if Alexis asked?  Then, on a Thursday afternoon, the phone rang.
"Hello Susan, this is Allison.  I want to have coffee with you...and I mean that, I just want to have coffee with you.  Can you meet me at my office later today?"
"I pick up my daughter at nursery school at three.  She was going to a friends house to play after that.  I could meet you at four.
"That's fine.  My office is in a strip center on West Belmont at Midvale.  The Realtor sign is on the door."
Susan picked up an at the nursery.  She visited a few minutes with her playmate's mother, and then went on to Allison's office.  She had driven past it many times and never realized that was where her one time captor d'jour worked.
She walked into the small suite of offices.  A secretary was at a desk in the front.  Through an open door, she could see Allison sitting in at a desk in a private office at the far rear.  "Hi, I'm here to see Allison," she said as she nodded in the direction of her office." 
"She's in.  Go right on back."  Susan entered the office.  She instinctively closed the door behind her."
"Good Afternoon."  Susan smiled at Allison.  "I was worried something had gone wrong when you didn't call back."  
"No, nothing was wrong.  I could tell you needed time to think things over.  I can usually tell when I have a raging submissive, I know that's an oxymoron, on my hands.  You seemed sort of ambivalent.  But that's not why I called."
"What did you want?"

"I'm telling you this in confidence.  I know you understand the need for discretion here.  But, do you remember when we first met at Alexis' house, how I talked about my lesbian friends?"
Susan nodded, wondering where this conversation was leading.

"As I said, I'm straight, and I've been seeing a guy.  We were dating when I came over to your house, but we've been getting serious.  He and I talked about bondage.  We've done a few simple scenes but I need something a little more elaborate to make sure he really understands where I'm coming from."
"Allison, if this is a three way deal, I'm really not interested."

"No, no, no...please don't jump to conclusions.  Although this is an area that unfortunately lends itself to that sort of thing.  What I need is this.  I want you to put me in bondage.  Then you'll have to place a call to Dave at his office.  He'll be expecting to meet me tomorrow evening at my house for dinner.  But you need to give him some sort of not real subtle hint about my condition.  Wait around to make sure I'm all right until he gets there, then slip out the back door when you hear him coming.  If you don't see him drive off after about ten minutes, you can go.  I just want to make sure he doesn't panic and abandon me."
"What sort of excuse am I going to give my husband? " Susan thought.  "And do I want to get further involved in this whole crazy scene."  She paused a moment.
"I guess I can do it.  Are you sure you trust the guy this soon?"

"I think so.  He didn't get real intense the times we played around.  If you feel better, hang around just outside the back door and see if you hear anything out of the ordinary."
"What's ordinary?" Susan wondered.

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Susan asked her husband if he could pick up their daughter after her dance lesson and fix dinner.  She said she wanted to attend a sewing class at a fabric store across town.  
She knew Allison planned on finishing up work at about four-thirty.  The original scene called for her to meet Allison at home but Susan figured she might as well go the extra mile.  Susan opened the trunk of her car and took out the box of restraints Alexis had given her so she could become familiar with them.  As if she needed lessons at this point!   She noticed an envelope stuck under the flap of the box.  She looked inside and found a signed release identical to the one she had signed prior to her "session."  She got into the car and placed the box on the floor of the front seat so it would be at Allison's feet when she got into the car.
Susan drove the short distance to Allison's office.  She parked close to the door and leaned down to make sure the box was open.  She didn't want any delays.
She went inside and smiled at the receptionist who seemed to greet her as if she were a regular.  She walked straight to Allison's office.  Allison was working on some papers at her desk.  She seemed surprised to see Susan.  Susan, in turn, took a shallow breath as she assumed what she hoped would be the role of a domineering woman.
"It's time to go Allison," she said in a firm and slightly lower than normally pitched voice.  "That work can be finished later, can't it."
Allison instinctively knew how to react.  She lay down her pen, stood, and started to walk away from her desk.  She said nothing, not even a greeting.  Her face was devoid of emotion.
The two women headed to the door, nodding to the receptionist as they left.  Susan issued one more command.  "Get into the car and place your hands on your lap with your wrists crossed.
Susan started the car and drove to the edge of the parking lot.  She spotted a drive up phone that seemed the logical place to park.  She looked at Allison's hands and saw they hadn't moved.
She stopped the car and reached into the box.  She pulled out pair of nylon straps about half an inch wide.  They had been stitched into the shape of an "X".  She suspected this was more of Alexis' handiwork.

She slipped the straps under Allison's hands so their intersection was directly below her wrists.  She buckled first one and then the other, pulling each one notch past tight.  Susan then pulled another single strap from the box and cinched it around Allison's ankles.  It was only then that she noticed Allison was wearing what had to be four inch heels.  She wondered if she had suspected the visit and was trying to get into the mood of the scene.  She realized she had yet to say anything more about what Allison was supposed to do.
"Consider those temporary bonds.  We'll find something more permanent when we get to your house."  Susan restarted the car and drove off.  She realized she had yet to figure the logistics of getting an albeit minimally bound woman into a her house without attracting attention.  
The trip involved a short distance on an expressway in early rush hour traffic.  When things came to a standstill, Susan looked over and saw they were next to a large semi.  "I wonder if the driver can see her hands?" she thought.  There was nothing to throw over them to hide them.  
Susan was glad she had picked Allison up early.  It was approaching five o'clock by the time they reached Allison's apartment.  As it turned out, it was a duplex with a driveway leading to an attached garage.  It would be only a few steps from the car to the front door.  Susan parked the car and reached into her purse where she had placed the key Allison had given her.
"Here's what we're going to do.  In a minute I'm going to take the strap off your ankles.  Then I'll unlock the front door.  I'll come back and open the car door for you.  Then we'll walk inside.  Is that clear?"  Allison nodded.

When the car door opened, Allison swiveled her legs out and placed them on the ground.  She leaned forward, keeping her bound hands pressed against her lap, then stood up.  Susan was glad she hadn't decided to cuff the hands in back.  There was no way she could have balanced on the high heels with her arms in an awkward position.  Allison probably would have taken a spill on the driveway.
Once inside, Susan directed Allison to stand in an empty corner of the living room, eyes to the wall.  Allison had left the gym bag containing the bondage gear on the kitchen table in anticipation of the event.  Susan zipped it open and started looking through the devices inside.  On top was the harness she had been trapped in for an afternoon.  Rolled up in the bottom was the straight jacket that had begun her foray into this bizarre little world.  Maybe this was the occasion Allison had purchased it for.
Susan pulled it out and unrolled the garment.  It seemed smaller than she remembered.  Maybe it shrank in the wash.  She returned to the living room, ready to issue the next set of orders.
"I think we're ready to proceed.  Turn around and hold our your hands." Allison complied.  Susan began unbuckling the nylon straps.  "You're to go to your room and get your exercise tights.  Then come back and I'll tell you what comes next.  Allison said nothing and left the room.  She was back in less than a minute.

"You're being very obedient.  That's important.  Now strip to your panties."  Allison's face tightened as if she hadn't anticipated Susan's aggressiveness.  She reached behind her and unhooked her brown, tweed skirt and stepped out of it.  She wore a champagne colored garter belt and thong underneath.  Susan hadn't remembered how long her legs were.  Next off was Allison's off white silk blouse.  "May I have permission to speak, mistress?" Allison said in quiet voice.  
"Yes, you may speak."

"I would like to hang up my blouse so it won't wrinkle."

"I can permit that."  

Allison walked out of the room.  Susan admired Allison's well exercised ass.  The thong left it almost totally bare.  The garters and stocking tops provided a nice frame.  The tall heels forced her hips to sway in an exaggerated motion.
When Allison returned she stepped out of the heels unhooked the garters. She rolled down the stockings and laid them across the back of a chair.  The garter belt soon lay beside them.  Allison then reached behind her back and unhooked the beige, lace push up bra and shrugged her shoulders forward.  It dropped down her arms and she placed it besides her other undergarments.  Her breasts were small and firm.  Susan hadn't asked Allison's age but decided she wouldn't be surprise if she were older than she looked.
"Well, you're probably getting sold so we're going to dress you again!" Susan said with a wide smile.  She held up the straight jacket with the back facing Allison.  "Hold your arms straight out and slip them into the sleeves."
It took a few minutes to zip up the jacket, secure the collar, and wrap Allison's arms behind her back.  When Susan started to fasten the crotch strap, she realized she had forgotten to have Allison put on her tights.

"You're friend might want to take you out somewhere so I suppose we ought to let you put on some pants.  I guess I'll have to help.  Sit in this chair and we'll slip them on.
Susan pulled them up one leg at a time.  She told Susan to stand, then pulled up the bottom of the jacket so she could boost the tights up around Allison's hips.  Allison started to lose her balance.  They both broke character and started laughing.  
Susan tried to get back into her role as a dominatrix but kept cracking up.  "Okay, now sit down while I get the..."
"If you don't stop laughing I'll have ....."

She decided she better leave the room and compose herself.  She had to get leg cuffs out of the bag in the kitchen, anyway.  She walked into the kitchen and started looking into the bag.  There were a few leather straps, and a pair of heavy, canvass lined cuffs that looked as if they came from a medical supply house.  She remembered seeing ones like them hanging from the side of an examining table in an emergency room one time.  She also picked out the gag Allison had introduced her to and carried them back into the living room.  Allison had seated herself in a chair.  She still had a goofy smile on her face.  Susan took a deep breath and proceeded.
"That sort of outburst means I'm going to have to put the gag on now.  I had hoped I wouldn't have to do it this soon since I know you won't enjoy it.  Open up."  She placed her hand on Allison's forehead and pushed her head back.  She held the gag in the other hand and pushed it into Allison's open mouth.  She then took both ends of the strap and pulled it tight behind Allison's head, then sealed the Velcro closure with a swipe of her palm.  "I guess it's time to call your friend and let him know you're expecting him.  You did leave the phone number, didn't you."  Allison hummed what seemed to be an affirmative and nodded her head.  She tried to say the number was on a pad by the phone but could utter nothing more than a series of mumbles.  Susan was still able to guess what she was trying to say and headed towards the phone.  She found a legal pad with the name "Dave" written on it and two numbers, one marked office, the other cell phone.  She tried the office first.  She dialed the number and started to carry the cordless phone handset back to the living room.  The phone was ringing in her ear.  On the fifth ring, there was an answer.  "Central audit, This is Dave."
"Hi, Dave, I'm Susan, I'm a friend of Allison's.  Apparently you had plans to go somewhere tonight."
"Yes, we did."  He sounded kind of disappointed.  He was probably expecting to get stood up.  "Is there a problem?"
 "Well, not really a problem.  Look, Allison's here at home."  Susan looked at Allison and smiled.  "I guess she might as well try and explain."  She held the phone up to Allison's mouth.  A look of panic burst from Allison's eyes and brow.  A totally unintelligible stream of humming followed as Allison tried to say, "Dave, I've done a really bizarre thing.  I had this woman put me in bondage.  There's no way I'm going to get loose.  Would you please come over her and get me out of this mess."  At that point, she ran out of breath and started inhaling and exhaling loudly through her nose.
"Dave, this is Susan again.  Allison's fine.  I don't know how much she's talked to you about some of her interests.  Do you sort of get the idea of what's going on?"

"Yeh, I understand.  I guess this is something I should have done something about myself.  I hope this didn't cause you any problems."  

"No, no problem.  I sort of had to return a favor anyhow.  You are still coming over, aren't you?"
"Uh...yeh, but, funny you should call like this.  I'm running a little behind.  I was about to all her and tell her I'll be about 45 minutes late."
Susan sat there for a second.  Was this part of the set up?  She knew what she had to say next but wondered if she could say it with a straight face.  She paused another second.  "No, that's fine.  She's not going anywhere."
"Well, I'll be there when I can.  Maybe we can phone out for pizza or something."
"I'll pass the message.  The door will be unlocked when you get here.  I'm sure Allison will be fine."  She pushed the hangup button on the phone.
Susan got sarcastic at this point.  She started talking real slow and deliberate.  "Gee, Allison.  Dave says he's going to be a little late this evening.  I guess you'll just have to wait until he gets here.  Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable in the mean time?  Oh, I almost forgot, you could walk right out of here.  Dave would be s-o-o-o disappointed.  We sure wouldn't what that to happen."  She placed her hand on Allison's shoulder.  "Let's go over to the couch and take care of that little problem." She pulled on Allison's shoulder to signal her to stand up.  They walked over to the couch.
"Lay down on your tummy and put your feet up."  Allison sat, then rocked onto her side and then rolled onto her stomach.  Susan already had the leg cuffs waiting.  They almost seemed too big for Allison's delicate ankles but there were enough slots in the cuffs so she could make them quite snug enough.  A metal ring with a threaded coupling to close it dangled from one cuff.  She looped it through the hasp on the other leather piece and twisted the elongated nut until it was finger tight.  "Hold on a moment, I need one more thing."
Allison sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.  It was ten until six.  She'd have to spend over an hour and a half like this...or longer depending on what Dave decided to do.  Susan had returned with a foot long leather strap with snap hooks on both ends.  
"I think it might be a good idea to hog tie you."  She clipped one end of the strap to the ring between the ankle cuffs and pulled Allison's calves down towards her ass.  She snapped the other end to a D ring just above where the crotch strap was buckled.
Allison tried to wiggle around and get as comfortable as possible.  She had been hoping to be tied to a chair but it really wasn't up to her, was it?  Her knees spread out a little which stopped her rocking from side to side.  She relaxed the arch in her back and lay the side of her face on the sofa cushion. 
Susan had been getting a snack from the kitchen.  She returned and picked up the remote control and switched on the TV just as the news was beginning.  Allison was happy she could see the screen.
Just as the weather was beginning, both women heard a car door slam outside.  Susan was concerned because Dave wasn't supposed to be there for over an hour.  She quickly drew a mental sight line from the front door to the couch where Allison lay bound.  If need be, she could open the door if need be and no one would be the wiser.  She then walked to the front window and peeked through the curtains.  Maybe it would be someone she could just ignore.  It was a mutual friend:  Alexis.  This would take some explaining, but at least Susan felt she could explain.  The doorbell rang.  Susan walked over to open the door.
"Hi, Alexis.  I guess we're both surprised to see each other here.  I know Allison will be surprised to see you, too.  Come on in."  Alexis entered, carrying a department store shopping bag.  
"I just wanted to drop off some curtains I made for Allison.  Honest.  They really are curtains."  At that point she saw Allison lying there, staring back at her, the exposed part of her face red with embarrassment.  
"You know Allison, I guess I really shouldn't be surprised by this, should I?  You guys having fun?"
"Allison is expecting a friend over in a little while and she wanted to surprise him.  Although it isn't a surprised.  We called to prepare him so it wouldn't be a total shock.  It wasn't.  Allison's not totally in the closed about her interests."
Alexis nodded. "How does it fit?  If you have any problems and slip out of it or something I can see if I can adjust it."  She didn't sound like she was trying to be sarcastic or anything.  She was just a craftswoman concerned about doing right by her customer.
"I don't think she can get out of it.  Especially with her legs tucked up like that.  If she tries to straighten them it pulls the upper part of the jacket tighter.  By the way, can I get you a drink?  I'm just waiting around for her friend to show up?"
"A diet pop would be nice."  Alexis sat down and looked at Allison with awry smile.  

"I hope you've been getting good use out of the jacket.  So what are your plans for tonight?  Maybe you should rent a movie or something."  Allison responded with a mumbled "I don't know?"  She continued to wonder if this was all that great an idea.
Susan brought Alexis her drink along with a box of crackers and some cheese spread.
"I was just talking to Allison about her plans for tonight."

"I'm not sure what she expects.  Maybe we should offer Dave some suggestions."

"Like what?"  

Allison uttered a garbled phrase.

"So what do you want to get out of this Allison?  Are you just out to feel humiliated or do you want to show Dave a good time?"  Susan winked at Allison.  "Ya wanna get laid?"  Allison twisted her shoulders and nodded her head.
Susan looked at Alexis.  "Well, I guess we could script out a little scene.  I suspect I know what Allison's fantasies are.  I've had a few myself since I started fooling around with this.  There's a legal pad and pen out on the kitchen table.  Go get it and we'll take dictation...well, I guess she can't really dictate anything so we'll just make it up."
With pad and pen in hand, the two woman sat beside each other and started to composed something.
"Dearest Dave," it began.  "I'm not the best of dates.  I get a lot of last minute calls to show houses to people or draw up offers and I've been known to stand guys up.  But that won't happen tonight.  My friend has made sure I'll be here waiting for you.
"I know you had a long day at the office.  There's a chilled bottle of wine in the refrigerator and some snacks.  Why don't you order a pizza, too.
"The gag Susan put on me makes me really thirsty.  I hope you'll let me sip on a pop through a straw.  I promise not to complain or anything.
Alexis watched Susan write out the words as she spoke them.  

"Do do you think we should bring up sex before or after the pizza arrives?"  Alexis asked.

"Maybe before and after?"  Susan said as she looked at Allison.  "How horny are you Allison?

"How horny is Dave?"  Alexis chimed in.

"Lets let him have some first.  If he wants it."  Susan resumed writing.

"Here's a reward for taking my gag off.  After you get something to eat, unfastened the strap holding my legs to my waist.  You can refasten it after I'm down in a kneeling position.  Sit in a chair in front of me and unzip your pants and pull out your dick.  I'll give you a blow job you'll never forget.  And it will be a real blow job.  Remember, no hands!"  Susan and Alexis giggled.  Allison sighed, wondering how long it would take her to bring Dave off with her mouth and tongue.  She couldn't remember doing it "no hands" before.  Maybe he'll get desperate and let me loose, she thought.
"I hope you'll feed me a few slices of pizza.  I haven't had anything to eat since noon.  After we've eaten, I suppose you'll want to strap the gag on me again.  I'll probably manage to say something that will offend you.  But I want you to know something, in case I can't tell you, that getting bound up like this makes me really hot.  Having your cock shooting off in my mouth makes me even hotter.  I'm going to be desperate to have something rammed into my pussy in the worst way."
Susan looked at Alexis.  "Are some ways worse than others?  I guess without a condom.  We better remind him or he'll forget."
"I hope you're able to get your dick erect so I can have it in my pussy.  I'd be happy to tongue it some more first if that will help.  If that doesn't work, I beg you not to leave me unsatisfied.  There's a vibrator on my dresser that will do the job nicely."
As she heard these words spoken, Allison pulled her thighs together and started squirming.

"I think we're on the right track with this note,"  Alexis said with a slow nod of her head.  "Dave's going to be here pretty soon.  Are you going to stay and watch?"
"Watch!  Gee, Alexis, what kind of deviate do you take me for?"  Susan paused for a moment.  "Don't answer that."
"You probably should get going soon.  I'll wait until Dave shows up, then dip discretely out the back door.  We should straighten things up, first, though.  Let's put the cheese spread back in the fridge, and get these glasses to the sink."
"We could leave the note with the crackers on the table...kind of like the note for Santa and his reindeer," quipped Alexis.
Susan had an immediate reply.  "Let's leave reindeer out of this.  This is kinky enough as is."
Minutes later, Alexis was out the door.  Susan noticed Allison looked really hot and sweaty.  "I think it might be a good idea to get you a drink." Allison grunted her approval."  
Susan fetched a can of soda and a straw from the kitchen.  She pulled Allison towards the edge of the couch so her head hung over the side.  She released the strap holding the gag across Allison's face and slowly worked the foam plug from between her teeth.
"Listen, we can drop character for a moment.  Is this what you had in mind?"  
"Generally, yes.  You could have picked a different restraint than the straight jacket.  I got this for one of my girl friends who has a fetish for the damn things.  My shoulders are killing me.  But I can't say I didn't ask for something like this to happen.  Maybe Dave will get off on it."
"Here, have a sip of soda."

Allison took a long draw on the straw, paused for a breath, and then took another.

"Are you sure you're going to be all right?"

"I've been through worse.  If you do a scene and anyone mentions suspension, run.  That can leave you out of joint for a week.  Another sip, please?"  
Susan held the straw to Allison's lips.  By the time she was done the can was nearly empty.

Susan checked the clock.  It was 7:15.  Dave would be here any minute.

"I think it's time for the gag to go back on."  

"I think I'm going to hide it if I ever attempt this...MMMPH."  The sentence was left incomplete when Susan forced the soggy cloth covered cylinder into Allison's mouth and strapped it into place.  She pushed Allison's torso back to the center of the couch.  Then she heard the phone ring.  It was Dave calling from his car phone.
"Hello, is this Susan?"  

"This is she."

"Can you let Allison know I'm on my way there.  I should be there in about five minutes.  I already phoned for the pizza.  It should be there a little after I get there."  
"I'm sure she'll be glad to hear that.  I think she's hungry."

"I hope Allison knows how lucky she is to have helpful friends like you."

"Oh, She as much as told me that a few minutes ago herself."  Seconds later, the conversation ended.

"Dave says he'll be here any minute now.  He's ordered pizza." 

Allison stared back at Susan.  Susan couldn't tell if the look in her eyes was nervous anticipation, or fear.  "I'm getting a little worried.  Are you sure you want to go through with this?  Can you trust Dave?"  Allison nodded her head slowly.
"Look, I know it's not what we planned but I'd like to stay at least a few minutes after Dave gets here.  I'd feel more comfortable if I could at least see how he reacts.  Is that OK?"  Allison waited a moment, then nodded her head in agreement and hummed what sounded like, "That's fine."  
A few seconds later, there was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.  Susan looked through the curtains and saw a man in a business suit getting out of a red pickup truck.  "Does Dave drive a red truck?"  Allison gave an affirmative signal.  Susan walked to the door, and started to open it.
"Hi, you must be Allison's friend.  I'm glad you're here. I wondered how I would get in.  I would have hated for Allison to be in there with the door unlocked for very long."  Susan was glad to hear Dave seemed concerned about Allison's welfare.  
"I just wanted to make sure you got here.  Come on in."  The two walked into the living room.  "Hi Allison, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.  I stopped off to rent a movie.  I didn't know if you'd be able to go anywhere tonight...and I guess I was right."  Susan could tell he knew what was going on.  "Why do I feel like the entire evening is going to consist of what sounds like dialogue from a porno flick?" she thought to herself.

"Well, I guess I'd better be going.  You guys have fun tonight.  Allison, this has been quite an experience...maybe you can come visit me sometime," she said with a sly smile.  Just in case Allison didn't get the point she added, "My husband could use a surprise sometime."

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