Normally, he'd have been commenting, or teasing, or fondling.Normally, he'd have been commenting, or teasing, or fondling. Instead, he seemed interested only in his vodka bottle. I knelt there silently, and looked around to see what props he'd set up. At the head of the bed, there was a short length of chain, with an open padlock. The chain vanished between the headboard and the mattress. At the foot, I saw a bar running the full width of the bed; each end had an adjustable strap with snap hook lying on the sheets, and a chain dangling off the bed. It looked like a gadget I'd built a number of years ago, to deal with motel furni- ture. For that matter, I needed it when visiting some of my lovers; they weren't well equipped for bondage, either. In fiction -- or at my house, for that matter -- the bed is always a four-poster, which provides convenient anchor points for ties. |