Chapter 4: Hanging Around and Waiting

Did you ever hear that old song about a yellow polka-dot bikini? The girl stays in the shower because she’s embarrassed to come out in public. It was like that. I took off my clothes and put on the jock. That much was normal. It was a simple cotton jock strap like I wore all through High School sports.

The wrist and ankle cuffs were next, nothing new so far. I had worn leather cuffs for dozens of shoots. Then came the harness, it looked like a weightlifter’s belt with suspenders, and it had enough tie rings to run a horse show. It was impossible to tell the front from the back. I put the belt buckle in front, which meant all the other buckles were in the back. Rings were front and back either way. There was one other item, a pink gag. I pulled the straps tight and decided to go without it.

Finally, I stepped out but taken too long. Cynthia was pointing at me when I came out the door. She said, “Richard, Paul, fetch that young man for me. I believe he may be a little reluctant to begin.”

They did not grin but put a definite sense of desire into their task. Side by side, they strode up and picked me up by the armpits. As they carried me to her, she smiled and my blood froze. I realized that omitting the gag was a serious mistake.

“Tsk. Tsk.” she said, “Jason, I am put out with you. I was very sure that we had a meeting of the minds as to what the appropriate garb would be. But now, here you are unprepared. We will have to remedy that.” OK. All right, give me the damn gag. For some reason, I never made a sound.

Surprisingly, she did not tell me to get the gag or send one of the guys after it. Instead, she turned to a table and picked a big padlock. She knelt and locked my ankles together. A gesture had Richard and Paul position my wrists for another lock. No sweat so far, right? I was sweating so hard it was cold. Then she had Paul and Richard force me to my knees so she could lock my wrists to my ankle. The position quickly convinced me that the human body does bend that way. I started to protest, but she gave me a tiny shake of her head, and I thought better of it. Cynthia eyed me for several seconds, waiting for a reaction. I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid. There was perhaps a tiny glimmer of approval when she turned to Paul.

“Paul, Jason seems to be under sufficient control for the moment. Would you be so kind as to fetch the item he neglected to bring?” I could not see Paul, but there was a feeling of a soldier saluting before he left. Cynthia walked back to her table and picked up a riding crop. She flexed it a few times, then swished it through the air. With an air of unconcern, she said, “Dear boy, please understand that I only want to get the shoot to work correctly. To do that, I need your full cooperation. You do want to cooperate, don’t you?” Yah. No problem. I did my best not to move anything but my head to nod.