Chapter 10 - Scott's Trap
It took only two minutes for Mistress Jennie to return to Mistress
Christen's room after being paged, but to Scott it seemed like hours. After
knocking on the door several times, each series of knocks growing successively
more impatient, Mistress Jennie used her key and let herself in. Knowing that
trouble was afoot, she entered the room cautiously, and then she saw Mistress
Christen in the shadows of the now dimly lit bedroom. She instinctively
determined that she would call for backup as soon as she released her guest, and
she ran to the foot of the bed to release Mistress Christen.
Mistress Jennie had barely finished removing the blindfold when Scott
lunged forward from under the bed snaring her ankles with a strap. Scott
specifically selected the strap from the armoire because it had a one-way
mechanism that locked in place automatically when tightened, without requiring
him to fumble with normal roller buckles. With the sudden loss of her feet to
keep her stable, Mistress Jennie instinctively grabbed the post of the bed to
keep from falling, allowing Scott enough time to roll out from beneath the bed
to confront Mistress Jennie.
Reflexively, Mistress Jennie reached for the red-buttoned remote
attached to the left side of her belt. With her left hand on the bedpost, she
crossed her free right hand in front to reach the device, when Scott forcefully
grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm upward and back, painfully stressing her
elbow and shoulder.
Glaring into her eyes, Scott calmly said "We can do this the hard way,
or we can do this the easy way."
With tears welling up in her eyes, Jennie gritted her teeth and said "I
choose the hard way... for you!" And before she had finished the sentence, in
one fluid motion, she released her stabilizing grip on the bedpost, grabbed the
remote, aimed and fired.
Scott couldn't tell if the look of pained surprise on Mistress Jennie's
face was due to the remote's failure to activate the Persuader or because she
was helplessly tumbling to the ground from the force he had applied to her
twisted arm, but regardless of the reason, Scott pressed his advantage. He
quickly pinned her face down on the ground.
"Well, I've chosen the easy way for both of us." Scott quipped as
Mistress Jennie whimpered from her pain and defeat.
Scott reached behind him on the bed and pulled down the armbinder that
had rendered him helpless just a few minutes before.
"Please place both hands behind you and interlock your fingers." Scott
instructed.
As Mistress Jennie began to push herself upward, Scott unceremoniously
pushed her face into the floor.
"Just do it. I don't want to have to hurt you." He offered.
With that, Mistress Jennie became captive Jennie. Scott slid the
armbinder up her forearms and over her elbows. He adjusted and fastened the
wrist and elbow straps before helping her to her feet.
"It may sound cliche, but you'll never get away with this." Jennie
said, regaining her composure.
"You may be right." Scott admitted. "But I have to try, right?"
Scott let Jennie lean on the side of the bed as he fastened two straps
that ran from the back of the armbinder, crossed behind her neck, and attached
to the front of the armbinder. Turning her to face the bed, he checked,
tightened and locked the wrist and elbow straps causing Jennie to nearly
overflow the top of her leather bustierre.
Just as Jennie was beginning another round of banter, Scott slipped a
ballgag in her mouth and fastned it tightly at the nape of her neck. She
bucked and twisted like a wild mustang, but to no avail. Scott scooped her up
in his arms and carried her to the other bedpost at the foot of the bed.
Scott fastened Jennie to the pole using two wide straps under her arms
and at her waist, and he further restrained her legs with straps above and below
the knees. Scott then took Jennie's face in his hands and restsed his forehead
on hers.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn out your lights, now." He said
softly.
This frightened Jennie. She wondered whether that was a euphamism for
ultimate darkness. Scott then gently kissed her forehead and pulled a tight
leather hood over her face. Jennie thought she had reason to breathe easier
until she felt two leather straps wrap around her neck to further secure her to
the bedpost. They slowly tightened until they firmly held her head to the post.
"Tight enough for you?" Scott asked.
Jennie replied with an uncertain nod.
"Not for me." Scott said as he tightened each belt one more notch.
A muffled wimper escaped Jennie's hood. Scott tested the tension to
ensure that Jennie, while rather uncomfortable, was not in any real danger. He
listened to her breathing pattern to verify her ability to get the air she
needed, empathatically remembering his breathless moments earlier in the
evening.
Unexpectedly, out of the corner of his eye, the chandalier's reflection
off of a shiny set of nipple clamps captured Scott's attention. Although, he
knew better than to waste his time with curiosity, he couldn't help wandering
over to the armoire to have a look. As he inspected the toy, a worried look
from his former keeper told him they were a must. With a devilish smile, he
lowered the upper portion of Christen's bodice to reveal her ample, smooth and
white breasts. Her nipples were pert and ready to be bitten by the alligator
clips that would suspend a heavy connecting chain. Christen struggled futilely
to avoid the clips, but offered no real impediment to Scott who simply cupped
each breast in one hand and attached the clip with the other. A muffled yelp
told Scott he had hit his mark. Then, he gently replaced the blindfold over
Christen's tearing eyes.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Scott offered as he kissed her
forehead.
Realizing that he couldn't let Jennie off the hook so easily, he
unclipped her cellular telephone from her belt. Set the ringer to "vibrate",
and slipped the unit into the front of her panties. While it wouldn't be a
constant reminder of her plight, it would certainly be a noticable one.
With his two trophies so nicely displayed, he began to calmly improvise
the next step of his escape. He knew that he had a comfortable window of time,
but eventually, someone would notice that Mistress Jennie was missing He also
knew that a naked unrestrained male would stick out like a sore thumb around
this place. Armed with this knowledge, and little else, he did the only logical
thing.
Scott decided to put his restraints back on.
First, he removed Jennie's keys and hid them in the pouch of the thong
that he used to cover himself. Then, he locked his ankles in wide leather cuffs
separated by a two-foot chain. He picked out a small, relatively comfortable,
ballgag that he buckled in place. Finally, he put a 4-inch posture collar
around his neck and wide leather cuffs around each wrist, without locking either
the collar or cuffs.
Feeling nearly prepared for his adventure, he hobbled over to a desk
near the door. He found a "Do Not Disturb" sign, a set of note cards and a pen.
He discretely slippeed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outer doorknob, and in
his most feminine handwriting, he wrote "Deliver me to Mistress Susan's Room -
Mistress Jennie." on one of the note cards. He then clipped the note card to
the front ring of his collar with a four foot leather leash.
Taking a deep breath, he completed his ensemble with one final lock that
he connected to wrist cuffs. Placing his wrists behind his head, he further
connected the shackle of the lock to the back of the collar, but he was careful
not to close it. To the untrained eye, Scott figured himself to look like a the
perfect roving slave. He figured any questions would be answered by the
"instructions" of the head Mistress, and with the ability to remove his "bonds"
at his destination, Scott felt surprisingly confident as he left Christen's
guest room to look for Susan and Ross.
