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 pledge ship 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 cinching
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.
THE END
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