Archive-name: Bondage/plka.txt

Archive-author: Felix Dartmouth

Archive-title: Pledgeship





    Ron, pulling his neck-chain to the utmost, went down as 

far as he could and began to suck on Roxanne's nipples.  They 

instantly sprung erect, and she began to breathe heavily 

through her nostrils.  Soon, Roxanne was in a frenzy from 

Ron's ministrations and after Ron tired and leaned back to 

relax, Roxanne moaned, urging him on. 

    "It's no use, Roxie," he said, also very frustrated.  

"This was their plan.  If only I could get my handcuffs in 

front of me, we might be able to make some headway." 

    Ron struggled to move his hands over his rear end, a feat 

that Kathy had accomplished when Roxanne had carelessly 

handcuffed her too loosely.  It took Ron about three minutes 

of grunting and straining, but soon he had his cuffed wrists 

over his rear end, and he was stuck into a type of fetal 

position with the bend of his knees.  His leg irons were no 

deterrent, and within minutes, his hands were in front of him.  

He began exploring the methods used to secure his bed-partner, 

but he quickly found that all was secured in a manner that 

prying hands, without keys or knives, could not loose. 

    Also, he found that he could not even embrace Roxanne 

because of the way they were chained up by the throat.  So, 

his hands, handcuffed before him, were almost a type of 

barrier to their pressing their bodies against one another. 

    An opportunity was presented by this, however.  Roxanne 

with her body showed him what she wanted him to do with his 

hands, and Ron complied with her unspoken wishes. 

    For hours into the night the pair lay in their chains, and 

for much of this time they were both engulfed in ecstasy.  

Roxanne was left panting, covered in a thin layer of 

perspiration, and lying looking up at the ceiling, trying to 

adjust her handcuffs behind her, and trying to adjust the 

ball-gag in her mouth.  Ron, still hard, was lying stomach 

down, and was tying to calm down, because he knew that 

satisfaction would not come for him. 

    "Roxanne," he said, "I want you to promise me something.  

We we get out of this situation, and after my pledgeship is 

over, I want you to spent another afternoon in bondage in bed 

with me, and I promise you that I can make you as happy as you 

are now.  Have we got a deal?" 

    "Of course," Roxanne tried to say through her ball-gag, 

and she took a deep breath through her nostrils. 

    "Well, I guess that we should make some attempt to get 

some sleep, and if we do, I'd better have my hands behind me 

in case they come in to check on us.  I'm sure that they 

wouldn't exactly like it if I did this.  I would be bound to 

increase our punishment." 

    Ron began maneuvering to get his hands under his leg-

ironed ankles and he had just accomplished this when Annette 

walked into the room.  "What is this?" she said angrily.  The 

sheet had long been pushed down to the feet of the two 

prisoners, and Annette placed her hands on Roxanne and began 

examining her and determined that her panties were damp.  

"Well, it's obvious that you two need a little additional 

restraint for the evening."  She stormed out of the room. 

    "Gosh, Roxanne, I'm so sorry.  It looks like I've done it 

too you again.  I really . . ." 

    But Ron was cut short by Annette, who strode in with 

various items in a canvas bag.  First she drew out a ball-gag, 

wrapped in plastic, and strapped it tightly in Ron's mouth.  

Then, with a thin cord, she tightly tied off Ron's 

knees and ankles, but his leg irons remained locked. 

    "Now Ron, I want you to see what your shenanigans are 

going to cost your friend here."  Annette took a thin cord, 

and tied it around Roxanne's waist and brought it in a single 

strand down between Roxanne's legs and up to the handcuffs 

that linked Roxanne's wrists behind her and after passing the 

cord through one of the two links that joined Roxanne's 

wrists, she looped the rope back through the crotch, and tied 

it off at Roxanne's belly-button.  Roxanne passively watched 

as Annette corded her into the additional bondage.  Roughly 

Annette turned Roxanne over onto her stomach and corded her 

elbows tightly together with the proper windings and cinchings 

that are appropriate in elbow bondage.  After this was done, 

the rope that passed through Roxanne's crotch and handcuffs 

was retightened to make up for the slack that resulted in 

having her elbows trussed. 

    Annette stood up to observe her work.  She was pleased.  

Next, she took out a black silken hood, and seeing the hood, 

Roxanne went wild in protest, bucking and heaving in her 

bonds.  Before the hood covered her eyes, she exchanged one 

last glance with Ron, who was also wide-eyed.  The cords drew 

the hood shut about Roxanne's collar.  Her vision was thus 

sealed off for the remainder of the night. 

    Ron was still in the awkward position of having his hands 

'cuffed under his bent knees, and Annette helped him get them 

behind his back.  To prevent this from happening again, 

Annette chained the cuffs around his waist, and locked the 

chain at is belly.  There was also a hood for Ron, which was 

not put in place until Annette had thoroughly tested the 

integrity of Ron's bonds and ball-gag.  This done, she fondled 

him for a second, and then hooded him, drawing the strings 

shut and tying them off.  Thus Ron and Roxanne, totally 

chained and hooded, passed the remainder of the long night. 



(C) Felix Dartmouth 



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