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by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

F/m, M/f, bdsm, bondage, machine, slave, toys, kidnapping, nc, torture, XX

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 cliché, but you’ll never get away with this,” Jennie said, regaining her composure.

“You may be right,” Scott admitted. “But I have to try, don’t I?”

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 fastened 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 rested 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 noticeable 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 slipped 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 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.

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Links to Susan's Return Chapters 1-14:
1. Lost and Found
2. The Bait
3. The Trap
4. About Those Books...
5. The Next Victim
6. The Waiting Room
7. The Preparation
8. The Presentation
9. Scott's Predicament
10. Scott's Trap
11. Back to Captivity
12. Susan's Turn
13. The Escape
14. The Semester Ends

Description
by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

F/m, M/f, bdsm, bondage, machine, slave, toys, kidnapping, nc, torture, XX

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 cliché, but you’ll never get away with this,” Jennie said, regaining her composure.

“You may be right,” Scott admitted. “But I have to try, don’t I?”

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 fastened 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 rested 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 noticeable 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 slipped 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 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.

* * * * *

Links to Susan's Return Chapters 1-14:
1. Lost and Found
2. The Bait
3. The Trap
4. About Those Books...
5. The Next Victim
6. The Waiting Room
7. The Preparation
8. The Presentation
9. Scott's Predicament
10. Scott's Trap
11. Back to Captivity
12. Susan's Turn
13. The Escape
14. The Semester Ends