looked at them then up at her. "They don't look very threatening."
"I can attach them together, like this." She did something and I found my wrists clipped together as if I were wearing handcuffs. "Pull apart, see how secure it is. Try to get free."
I pulled and twisted, but my wrists remained bound.
"If you tried, you could unlatch yourself," she said. "You can probably reach this and unclip it." She pointed to the short piece of metal between the two cuffs. She unclipped it then moved around to my side and said, "I want to clip your arms behind you now. Will you let me?"
"Will you let me go?"
"Yes."
"All right."
She pulled my wrists behind me and clipped them together. "You could still free yourself," she said. "It might take you a few minutes. It would only take a few seconds with practice. " She paused. "If I were semi-serious about this, I would clip them with something that locked."
"Semi-serious?"
"You can probably undo the velcro if you were motivated."
She reached behind me and unclipped my wrists. "I could clip these to a loop on your jeans, if you were wearing any," she said. "Or I can use some sort of tie and tie you to the bed with your arms spread. Depending upon how I do it, the only way for you to free yourself with these cuffs is if you can undo the velcro. If I left you alone long enough, you could get free. If I'm watching you, you probably couldn't."
I looked at her and thought about it. "Do it."
"Seriously?"
"If I ask, will you release me?"
"Yes."
"Then do it."
She smiled at me before walking back to her dresser. She returned after just a moment holding a bundle of cloth straps. "Lean against the headboard," she said. "I'll do this so it's comfortable."
I crawled backwards so my back was to the headboard, adjusting the pillows behind me so I was comfortable. She walked to my left and showed me that she had two straps. They had a clip on both end. She clipped one end to the cuff on my wrist, wrapped it once around a loop in the headboard, then clipped the other end to the cuff. I had a lot of slack, but then she did something which shortened the strap, drawing my wrist against the headboard. She smiled at she walked to the other side of the bed and treated my left wrist the same way. I tugged experimentally against the restraints.
"It would take me about twenty seconds to get free from that," she said. "It's about the least secure way I could have done this."
"Why did you do it this way then?"
"To avoid scaring you."
I struggled for a bit then fiddled with a buckle on one of the straps. She stood watching me while I figured out how to release myself.
"Do it right," I told her once my wrists were free again.
She nodded and used the same straps, but she attached them differently to the headboard before pulling them taut. This time I couldn't reach the little buckle she had used to shorten the straps. I struggled with it for a while before looking at her.
"You can still get free," she said. "You either have to snag the velcro somehow, maybe reach with your teeth, if you can lean that far. Or you might be able to unclip the strap from the tether. If I weren't willing to let you get free, I might use a small lock to secure the tether or another pair of cuffs that lock and are inescapable by most people."
She watched while I tried to free myself from the cuffs. I only worked at it for a minute or two. She reached over and patted my leg. "You'd get free eventually, if I left you alone to work on it." She paused. "Do you want me to release you?"
"You can show me the other toy first," I told her.
"All right," she said, walking to her dresser. She returned in just a moment with what looked like a big woolen mitten on her hand.
"What is that?"
"Exactly what it looks like," she said. "It's a big woolen mitten."
"What is it for?"
"Just for touching you. Will you let me show you? I'll stop if you ask me to stop."
"All right," I said.
She walked closer to me and began to caress my foot
"I can attach them together, like this." She did something and I found my wrists clipped together as if I were wearing handcuffs. "Pull apart, see how secure it is. Try to get free."
I pulled and twisted, but my wrists remained bound.
"If you tried, you could unlatch yourself," she said. "You can probably reach this and unclip it." She pointed to the short piece of metal between the two cuffs. She unclipped it then moved around to my side and said, "I want to clip your arms behind you now. Will you let me?"
"Will you let me go?"
"Yes."
"All right."
She pulled my wrists behind me and clipped them together. "You could still free yourself," she said. "It might take you a few minutes. It would only take a few seconds with practice. " She paused. "If I were semi-serious about this, I would clip them with something that locked."
"Semi-serious?"
"You can probably undo the velcro if you were motivated."
She reached behind me and unclipped my wrists. "I could clip these to a loop on your jeans, if you were wearing any," she said. "Or I can use some sort of tie and tie you to the bed with your arms spread. Depending upon how I do it, the only way for you to free yourself with these cuffs is if you can undo the velcro. If I left you alone long enough, you could get free. If I'm watching you, you probably couldn't."
I looked at her and thought about it. "Do it."
"Seriously?"
"If I ask, will you release me?"
"Yes."
"Then do it."
She smiled at me before walking back to her dresser. She returned after just a moment holding a bundle of cloth straps. "Lean against the headboard," she said. "I'll do this so it's comfortable."
I crawled backwards so my back was to the headboard, adjusting the pillows behind me so I was comfortable. She walked to my left and showed me that she had two straps. They had a clip on both end. She clipped one end to the cuff on my wrist, wrapped it once around a loop in the headboard, then clipped the other end to the cuff. I had a lot of slack, but then she did something which shortened the strap, drawing my wrist against the headboard. She smiled at she walked to the other side of the bed and treated my left wrist the same way. I tugged experimentally against the restraints.
"It would take me about twenty seconds to get free from that," she said. "It's about the least secure way I could have done this."
"Why did you do it this way then?"
"To avoid scaring you."
I struggled for a bit then fiddled with a buckle on one of the straps. She stood watching me while I figured out how to release myself.
"Do it right," I told her once my wrists were free again.
She nodded and used the same straps, but she attached them differently to the headboard before pulling them taut. This time I couldn't reach the little buckle she had used to shorten the straps. I struggled with it for a while before looking at her.
"You can still get free," she said. "You either have to snag the velcro somehow, maybe reach with your teeth, if you can lean that far. Or you might be able to unclip the strap from the tether. If I weren't willing to let you get free, I might use a small lock to secure the tether or another pair of cuffs that lock and are inescapable by most people."
She watched while I tried to free myself from the cuffs. I only worked at it for a minute or two. She reached over and patted my leg. "You'd get free eventually, if I left you alone to work on it." She paused. "Do you want me to release you?"
"You can show me the other toy first," I told her.
"All right," she said, walking to her dresser. She returned in just a moment with what looked like a big woolen mitten on her hand.
"What is that?"
"Exactly what it looks like," she said. "It's a big woolen mitten."
"What is it for?"
"Just for touching you. Will you let me show you? I'll stop if you ask me to stop."
"All right," I said.
She walked closer to me and began to caress my foot
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