Motels are rarely so considerate.Motels are rarely so considerate. The next obvious anchor points are the legs of the bed. This one, though, was a platform bed -- no legs at all. But if you run a chain under the mat- tress, with a Y to connect to both ends of that bar, you have two ideally placed rings. You can do the same at the head of the bed, of course, but John preferred a single chain for handcuffed wrists -- that way, he could fasten me to the bed without ever releasing my hands, a favourite fantasy of his. There wasn't much more to see. John had brought his toybag, but it was closed. Judging from the shape, there wasn't much left in it; in particular, it was flopped over enough that I didn't think his riding crop was there. Just as well -- in his current mood, I didn't know if he'd remember to restrain himself enough with it. The vodka bottle suddenly dropped to the dresser, startling me. John staggered over, barely keeping his feet. I said nothing. He threw me onto my back, rather roughly, and fastened my hand- cuffs to the head chain, pulling my legs over my head. He didn't leave me that way, though, but he also didn't tease my bottom the way I wanted him to. Instead, he use a short chain to fasten my ankles together, and then released the chain holding them to my hands. |