Female Novel
Chapter 21: Surprise
Chapter 21: Surprise
The black-clad figure creeping along the balcony was outlined against the evening sky for only asecond, but had an observer been present, he would have seen the unmistakable shape of a youngwoman outlined against the final faint glow of sunset. Then she slid open the glass door and was withinthe apartment and out of sight.
Brandy flattened herself against the wall and tried to calm her beating heart. Quickly she surveyed thebedroom to confirm it was empty. Her normally pale green eyes were glowing with inner excitement asshe eased off the small backpack.
What a rush, she told herself. This sneaking into a man’s apartment without being seen is quiteexciting.
Silently she closed the drapes. Only when none could see within did she dare to light the small lamp onthe nightstand. Quickly she confirmed that the rest of the apartment was as empty as the bedroom.
Then she sighed with relief. The breaking and entering part was over. Now for phase two of her plan.
First off were the black jogging shoes. Then she pulled back the hood of the black spandex body suit,followed by the rest of the skin-tight suit. There was no underwear.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught her image in the mirror and turned to look at it. She saw anaked twenty-year-old woman with large, firm breasts and a trim, very sexy body. She shook her headto arrange the golden waves of soft hair gracefully over her shoulders and smiled at the sensual imagereflected back to her.
Moving with practiced speed, for she had indeed practiced what was to follow many times in her ownbedroom, Brandy opened the backpack turned it upside down. Two lengths of white cotton clothesline,
wrapped into short coils, tumbled onto the burgundy bedspread. There followed a pair of handcuffs, arubber ball gag, a short length of chair, two small padlocks, and what looked like a leather sack. Thebackpack was tossed on top of the black body suit on the floor in the corner.novelbin
Each length of rope was unwound and laid upon the bed. The handcuffs, chain and padlock wereplaced up by the pillow. The gag and leather sack joined them on the other side of the bed. She pulledboth pillows out from under the covers and placed them to one side. Then she took a handful ofpaperback books from the small shelf, revealing a thick metal ring that had been screwed into theheavy wood of the headboard. Taking the chain, she placed one of the padlocks through the last linkand that ring, clicking it shut. Then the chain was laid out.
Working quickly in case Bill returned earlier than expected, Brandy went to the end of the bed andthreaded the end of a piece of rope through another metal ring screwed into the underside of thewooden frame at the corner. The rope was then laid on the bed with both ends equal. She repeated theprocess with the other corner. Then she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself sitting with legsspread wide towards the bottom corners.
Bending forward, she took one rope in hand and fed the rope back through the small loop tied at oneend, making a larger sliding loop. She placed that loop around her left ankle and pulled it snug. Shepicked up the other end of the rope, threaded it through the last link of the chain, and pulled it until therope was taut and her leg pulled towards that corner. She tied it with three solid knots, and thenrepeated the process with her right ankle.
She wiggled her bottom and moved backward until both legs were pulled as tightly as she could makethem. She smiled. So far, so good. Then she reached over for the ball gag. She opened her mouthwide and inserted the ball. It was a tight fit and she had to push to get the rubber to wedge behind herteeth. Then she buckled the strap behind her head. She knew that before too long the muscles in herjaw would begin to ache from being forced wide open. It would be uncomfortable. But a little pain wasnothing compared to the excitement she was feeling and the anticipation of what was to come.
She made sure that the second padlock was next to the end of the chain. Then she picked up the blackleather sack and spread it apart like she was peeling an orange. She put her face into the leather.There was the delicious aroma of leather as she smoothed what is called a discipline hood around herhead. There were eyelets and laces in the back and she began carefully lacing the hood shut. Workingonly by feel, it took a while but she was very careful to make sure all of the hood was tight and smooth.When the final lace was pulled tight at her neck, the only portion of her head not covered by leatherwas her nose sticking out through a small hole. She knotted the laces three times.
The thought occurred to her that it was appropriate that she was putting a discipline hood on. After all,she had broken into an apartment, was trespassing, and should be punished for it. And a disciplinehood was not called that for nothing, as she had found out on several occasions.
The soft leather made the wearer blind. Used with a gag as she had, it also made the wearer silent, atleast as far as articulate speech was concerned. It even muffled the hearing. But mainly it was tight,confining and uncomfortable. Gradually her head would become warm and then hot. She haddiscovered that one summer day when she had to wear that discipline hood for three hours, apunishment she had no choice but to endure since she was tightly bound in a hogtie at the time, totallyhelpless.
She didn’t expect to have to spend too much time in the discipline hood that night. But if fate conspiredto lengthen the time she must endure it, then so be it. Such events only added to the excitement of thegame.
Satisfied that the hood was properly on and could not be worked off, Brandy felt to her right for thepillows she had placed there. She rolled left and inserted the pillows under her bottom. Then sheleaned back and lifted her arms above her head. The handcuffs greeted her fingers like old friends, thesteel cold but welcome. With practiced ease, she encircled one wrist with shiny metal and shut it, click
after click, until the metal was snug against her flesh. She repeated the process with the other cuff,locking her wrists securely a couple inches apart.
Her breathing was coming faster now as the moment was at hand: the point of no return. Up to now,she could back out of this adventure, remove the restraints she had placed upon her own body, packup her belongings and depart into the night as silently as she had come. But once she locked thatpadlock, she would be helpless. She picked up the chain and pulled her body up with both hands. Theropes on her ankles tightened. When she had her body as far towards the headboard as she could, sheheld the chain with one hand and picked up the lock with the other.
Brandy worked in darkness and by feel, but these were operations she had practiced and knew shecould perform. With the lock through the link of the handcuffs and the far most link of the chain shecould reach, Brandy paused, savoring the exquisite tingle of fear and excitement within her. All she hadto do was push it closed and hear the click, and she would be helpless.
She pushed. The lock clicked. She felt a shiver race down her spine.