Gail’s blush deepened and then she looked at my crotch. I didn’t have to follow her gaze to know that I still had enough control to keep her from following through with her threat to my testicles.
“The way I remember it you could never get my pants off without having the front of your jeans bulging.” She smiled coyly. “Have I lost my sex appeal, Jesse?”
“You know better than that. Now sit, wench!” I commanded in mock sternness.
She sat and demurely covered herself with her hands. “As you wish.”
“That’s more like it.” I started with the anklets, trying to keep my eyes off the clock as I picked them up.
I knelt at her feet, slipped both anklets on, and tightened them down. I stood and Gail held out both wrists for me to bind. I did so and then picked up a snap hook to fasten the bracelet’s D-rings together behind her. Taking the collar, I slipped it around her neck and tightened to the point where she began to complain earlier.
Taking two of the 8 mm silver chains, I wrapped them loosely around each wrist and then fastened the ends together. The silver wasn’t strong enough to hold her, but the bracelets held her wrist tighter together and would provide the necessary strength.
“Ready for the arm restraint?” I asked picking up the white leather.
Gail nodded, but I could see she was still unsure of the leather contraption. She stood up and then sat down with her back to me. She leaned forward against the cane back chair. I bent to slide on the restraint and found myself grinning at the tiny bow on the back of her panties. Again, I thought that if it weren't for the circumstances, I could get used to doing this with Gail. Then I remembered her threat; I wiped the grin off my face and slipped the restraint on. I hurriedly fastened the shoulder straps and then tightened the laces until it was snug against her arms.
I stepped back to view my creation and found my self-control slipping. We’d never tried bondage back when we were together. My other lovers had never suggested it and I was a little too small-town to bring the subject up. “Damn,” I muttered to myself. “I should have gotten a blindfold.”
“A blindfold? What good would that do?” Gail asked.
She suddenly leaned back and pivoted on the chair. Her gaze went straight to my crotch. Rather than cursing and threatening my manhood, she smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to do this without getting aroused. I’ve missed you, too, Jesse … but I’m still going to kick your ass.”
“Maybe, but not until I set you free tomorrow morning.”
I bent beside her and leaned her back into my arms. She didn’t resist as I lifted her and carried her to the bed. I pulled the covers back with one hand and then laid her gently on the sheet. Gail waited patiently, flat on her back, her arms pressed into the mattress by her weight.
“When I’m finished, I’ll position you on your side so you’ll be more comfortable,” I said.
“And so you’ll have a better view of my backside?”
“Well sure, but that’s just an added benefit. I’m just trying to make you as comfortable as possible.” Then I grinned.
She gritted her teeth but remained silent.
I went back to the table to retrieve the tape and silver, noticed the countdown timer, and was surprised at how much time had passed. I shouldn’t have wasted time playing mind games with Gail.
I ran tape under Gail’s armpits and fastened four more of the medallions against her skin. I had just wrapped one thigh when Gail moved away from my touch. I stopped and met her gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m starting to feel something.”
I shot a glance at the clock; we should have another half hour. “Already?”
“Yes, I should have peed before you started.”
Relief warmed me and I nodded. “Is that all? No problem.”
Before she could protest, I picked her up and carried her into the small bathroom. She was starting to squirm before I stood her on her feet in front of the toilet.
“Damn, Jesse, just undo my arms for a minute. I’ll be quick.”
“There’s not enough time for me to unlace that contraption and the links and still get you fastened back and finish everything else too. Stand still,” I ordered.
I gripped the sides of her panties, turned my head to the side, and then yanked them down to her ankles.
“Damn you!” Gail snapped, but then sat down and snarled, “at least turn your back for a minute.”
“Anything to oblige,” I said, doing as she asked.
She peed for a couple of seconds and then sighed.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“Look, sometimes I get a nervous urge … don’t ask. Take me back … oh, hell. Look, Jesse, I don’t want to wear damp panties all night.”
“I could take them the rest of the way off,” I suggested.
“And have you getting hornier by the minute. Hell no, look, could you …”
“Never let it be said that I’m not a gentleman,” I said.
I unrolled some paper. “Spread a bit.”
I dabbed lightly, dropped the paper into the bowl between her legs, and then repeated the motion with another length of paper. I flushed the toilet and knelt at her feet with my head once more adverted.
“If my lady is finished with her ablutions?”
“Yes, please,” Gail said softly and then stood.
I pulled her panties back up, keeping my eyes on the wall and letting her swivel her hips until they were comfortable.
“Okay, that’s fine,” she said.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her back to the bed.
I finished wrapping a section of the tape around each thigh and another around each calf and then slipped medallions beneath the tape. “Ready to finish the legs?”
“Yes, Jesse.” For whatever reason, Gail sounded calmer, more relaxed than she had all afternoon.
I used another snap
