Richard: around the waist, around the chest, across the shoulders, sleeve length, height, everything in fact but his inside leg.
But her next measurement surprised him. Ingrid asked him to hold one end of the tape at his waist in front, while she stooped down and took the other end through between his legs. With her free hand she grasped his cock and held it upright against his belly while she took his measurement through the crotch and up to his waistline at the back. He felt himself growing stiff in her hand.
So did Ingrid. With a chuckle, she said, ‘Richard, you promised to behave correctly.’
‘And it’s incorrect to get an erection when an attractive woman is holding your cock?’ he retorted.
‘So you think I am attractive?’ Ingrid asked. ‘I am almost old enough to be your mother.’
‘And aren’t all healthy boys supposed to have a crush on their mothers? Freud said so.’
‘Do I remind you of your mother, then?’ Ingrid asked him.
Richard, who remembered his mother as a rather plain and very ordinary middle-aged woman, said, ‘No. She didn’t look anywhere near as good as you do. Nor have I ever wanted her as much as I do you.’
‘So. Gallantry too,’ Ingrid said, sounding pleased nevertheless. She stood up with a grunt and put away her tape. When she removed her hand, Richard’s cock returned to its normal position, and his erection was much more obvious. She looked at it for a long moment before saying, ‘Now he tries flattery. Enough already.’ But she was smiling. ‘Thank you for the compliment, for so I shall take it. But it will have to wait for another time. I have much to do today.’
‘So there will be another time?’ Richard asked quickly.
‘Perhaps. We shall have to wait and see.’ Ingrid gathered her things together and picked up the handcuffs from the bed.
Richard wondered if she had been instructed to re-apply them, but she was moving towards the door. There she paused to smile broadly back at him.
‘ Auf Wiedersehen , Richard.’ She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Before she closed it again, he caught a glimpse of a strange man passing with a suitcase in his hand. It was the same type of case he had seen earlier in the hall upstairs. Was it part of the same delivery? He wondered what it might contain. But the door closed and locked behind Ingrid, and he was alone again.
Although his hands were now free, he was still chained to the ring in the floor. He took the chain in his hand and walked towards the bathroom. There was enough slack to allow him to get inside. There was a toilet, hand basin and shower stall, all within reach. There was also a bidet. For female trainees, he assumed. He caught sight of a white card on the side of the basin. When he picked it up, he saw that it was Ingrid’s business card. He learnt that she was also a Wagner. Was she related to Margaret? Possibly, but Wagner was a common name in Germany. He saw that her dress shop was in the village. There was a telephone number too. But on the back there was another, written by hand. Her personal number? Why had she left the card for him?
There was no way to find out. He would have to wait and see, as Ingrid had suggested. He put the card away into the side pocket of his case and returned to the main room.
There was no clock in the room, so Richard had no way to measure how long he had been there. He thought of turning on the TV to get the time, but when he did so, he found it only worked for viewing videos. So he looked through the video collection for something to pass the time while he wondered how Helena was doing.
Richard woke again when the door opened. He still sat in the armchair in front of the TV, which displayed only a grey and white pattern. The video had ended and the machine had shut itself off automatically. He didn’t realise how hungry he was until he smelt food. Heidi entered the room with a trolley from which the tantalising smells were coming.
‘Good
But her next measurement surprised him. Ingrid asked him to hold one end of the tape at his waist in front, while she stooped down and took the other end through between his legs. With her free hand she grasped his cock and held it upright against his belly while she took his measurement through the crotch and up to his waistline at the back. He felt himself growing stiff in her hand.
So did Ingrid. With a chuckle, she said, ‘Richard, you promised to behave correctly.’
‘And it’s incorrect to get an erection when an attractive woman is holding your cock?’ he retorted.
‘So you think I am attractive?’ Ingrid asked. ‘I am almost old enough to be your mother.’
‘And aren’t all healthy boys supposed to have a crush on their mothers? Freud said so.’
‘Do I remind you of your mother, then?’ Ingrid asked him.
Richard, who remembered his mother as a rather plain and very ordinary middle-aged woman, said, ‘No. She didn’t look anywhere near as good as you do. Nor have I ever wanted her as much as I do you.’
‘So. Gallantry too,’ Ingrid said, sounding pleased nevertheless. She stood up with a grunt and put away her tape. When she removed her hand, Richard’s cock returned to its normal position, and his erection was much more obvious. She looked at it for a long moment before saying, ‘Now he tries flattery. Enough already.’ But she was smiling. ‘Thank you for the compliment, for so I shall take it. But it will have to wait for another time. I have much to do today.’
‘So there will be another time?’ Richard asked quickly.
‘Perhaps. We shall have to wait and see.’ Ingrid gathered her things together and picked up the handcuffs from the bed.
Richard wondered if she had been instructed to re-apply them, but she was moving towards the door. There she paused to smile broadly back at him.
‘ Auf Wiedersehen , Richard.’ She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Before she closed it again, he caught a glimpse of a strange man passing with a suitcase in his hand. It was the same type of case he had seen earlier in the hall upstairs. Was it part of the same delivery? He wondered what it might contain. But the door closed and locked behind Ingrid, and he was alone again.
Although his hands were now free, he was still chained to the ring in the floor. He took the chain in his hand and walked towards the bathroom. There was enough slack to allow him to get inside. There was a toilet, hand basin and shower stall, all within reach. There was also a bidet. For female trainees, he assumed. He caught sight of a white card on the side of the basin. When he picked it up, he saw that it was Ingrid’s business card. He learnt that she was also a Wagner. Was she related to Margaret? Possibly, but Wagner was a common name in Germany. He saw that her dress shop was in the village. There was a telephone number too. But on the back there was another, written by hand. Her personal number? Why had she left the card for him?
There was no way to find out. He would have to wait and see, as Ingrid had suggested. He put the card away into the side pocket of his case and returned to the main room.
There was no clock in the room, so Richard had no way to measure how long he had been there. He thought of turning on the TV to get the time, but when he did so, he found it only worked for viewing videos. So he looked through the video collection for something to pass the time while he wondered how Helena was doing.
Richard woke again when the door opened. He still sat in the armchair in front of the TV, which displayed only a grey and white pattern. The video had ended and the machine had shut itself off automatically. He didn’t realise how hungry he was until he smelt food. Heidi entered the room with a trolley from which the tantalising smells were coming.
‘Good
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