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by SwitchMan (switchman2002@yahoo.com)

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

Chapter 2 – The Bait

Ross didn’t sleep much Thursday night. What little rest he managed to get was intermittent. The anticipation of Friday night’s date kept him up most of the night, and the one time he did settle into a deep sleep, his roommate Scott stumbled into his room by mistake after a serious mid-week party. Despite his lack of sleep, Ross woke up Friday feeling more alive than ever. The schedule was tight, but it would be worth it. His plan was to gas up the car, wash his clothes for his date with Susan, and study for Monday’s Advanced Physiology final until he had to get ready for their date.

Ross quickly showered and dressed. On his way out of the house, he glanced into his roommate’s bedroom. Scott, still dressed in his shorts and Hawaiian shirt, was laying face-down in his bed.

“He must have had fun last night,” thought Ross as he headed out to his car.

Ross opened the garage door to a wall of heat. It was 11:00 am, and the temperature was pushing 90 degrees and quickly climbing. Ross was smart to wear cut-offs and a T-shirt. He threw his laundry in the back of his 1984 Volkswagen Diesel, and he was off to the gas station.

The closest gas station to campus that sold diesel fuel was in a nearly abandoned industrial section on the far east side. Not surprisingly, he was the only customer that morning. As he watched the meter tick away his money, a bright yellow Chevy truck pulled into the station parking lot. He couldn’t help but notice the beautiful blond as she stepped down from the cab. Her entrance was particularly noticeable because of the anticipation caused by the fully tinted windows.

In addition to her striking appearance and theatrical entrance, she parked on the far side of the convenience store and walked the entire length of the empty parking lot to get inside. At this desolate station, he would have parked as close as possible to the door if he looked like her. Before going inside to pay, he made it a point to move his car and park it beside her truck in hopes of getting a closer look.

As luck would have it, he hadn’t needed to move his car to get a better view. He ended up directly behind her in line. He couldn’t quite place it, but she looked strangely familiar. For a moment, he wondered if she was some kind of celebrity. She paid for her coffee and turned back to the self-service counter to add some cream. Ross paid for his gas and an iced cappuccino, and they ended up meeting at the front door. Ross, being the gentleman, opened the door for her, and they silently walked to their cars together. Of course, he wasn’t so gentlemanly that he didn’t sneak a peek at her ample, glistening bosom stretching the seams of her silk blouse as she passed in front of him.

At his car, Ross inserted his ignition key and looked through his passenger window at the woman and her truck. “Another day, and I’d have asked her out,” he thought. He turned his attention forward, and a flash of light caught his eye from the right. As the woman had opened her door, a reflection from a pair of handcuffs attached to her rear view mirror reflected the sun in his direction. Ross’ Dad used to have a pair in his truck to show support for his fellow police officers. Ross even had a pair for a while in high school. Hoping to get a clue as to where he knew her from, Ross rolled down his passenger side window and said “I couldn’t help noticing your mirror decoration. Are you in law enforcement?”

“Not directly, they’re my Dad’s old cuffs. He used to work for the city, but now he runs a private security company. The lock on lower cuff is broken, so I just keep them around to remind me of him and to start conversations like this.”

“Look, I know this sounds like a line, but I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere before. I’m kind of on the clock, but if you don’t mind taking a few minutes, maybe we could talk while we finish our drinks, and I could figure out where I know you from.”

“Why not. Come on over. We can sit in my truck since it’s air conditioned.”

As he walked over to her passenger side door, he felt a bit put off that she had just automatically presumed that his car wasn’t air conditioned. He would have protested, but of course, it wasn’t.

He climbed up into the passenger seat, and the polar breeze from the dashboard hit his face, instantly drying the sweat that had started to form on his brow. Of course, a part of him wished they were sitting in his car. It would be hot, but the heat would keep her glistening.

“My name’s Jennie, by the way,” she started. “Do you really think we’ve met before, or was that just a ploy to meet me… or maybe it was a ploy to see my handcuffs?”

“Yes, I really think we’ve met before. Besides, I don’t need a ploy to see handcuffs. My Dad’s a cop. That’s why I noticed them hanging from your mirror,” Ross replied. “Actually, I used to have a pair hanging from my mirror, but they attracted way too much attention.”

Jennie nodded in agreement. “That’s one reason for the tinted windows.”

“I’ll bet you get hit on all the time because of these… and of course, your other assets,” Ross said glancing downward.

“Yeah, but all of the guys who hit on me because of the cuffs want me to wear them,” Jennie said smiling back. “Of course, they’re always disappointed when I tell them the lock on the lower cuff is broken.”

“Well, I must admit, you would look great in them, but you’d look great in just about anything,” Ross said.

“Gee, now that you put it that way, I’d be tempted to model them if they worked,” Jennie said blushing.

“What’s wrong with them? Are they permanently locked?” Ross asked.

“No, actually they are permanently unlocked. Watch.” Jennie said, and she swung the hinged lower arm through the locking mechanism until it swung through and hung loose, again. The ratcheting sound was just like in the movies.

“That doesn’t prove anything. They’re supposed to work like that. The locking mechanism is designed to prevent the arm from loosening, not tightening. Loosening would be in the other direction.”

“Well, trust me. They’re broken,” Jennie replied shortly, and with that, she took his left hand in hers and held his wrist up to the dangling cuff.

Looking up from the handcuffs, their eyes met.

“Oh, I trust you,” Ross said slowly. “I can’t say why, but I trust you.”

Before he could say or do anything else, Jennie had swung the free arm of the cuff around his wrist, and the telltale ratchet sound announced that the cuffs were indeed in perfect working order.

* * * * *

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 2 – The Bait

Ross didn’t sleep much Thursday night. What little rest he managed to get was intermittent. The anticipation of Friday night’s date kept him up most of the night, and the one time he did settle into a deep sleep, his roommate Scott stumbled into his room by mistake after a serious mid-week party. Despite his lack of sleep, Ross woke up Friday feeling more alive than ever. The schedule was tight, but it would be worth it. His plan was to gas up the car, wash his clothes for his date with Susan, and study for Monday’s Advanced Physiology final until he had to get ready for their date.

Ross quickly showered and dressed. On his way out of the house, he glanced into his roommate’s bedroom. Scott, still dressed in his shorts and Hawaiian shirt, was laying face-down in his bed.

“He must have had fun last night,” thought Ross as he headed out to his car.

Ross opened the garage door to a wall of heat. It was 11:00 am, and the temperature was pushing 90 degrees and quickly climbing. Ross was smart to wear cut-offs and a T-shirt. He threw his laundry in the back of his 1984 Volkswagen Diesel, and he was off to the gas station.

The closest gas station to campus that sold diesel fuel was in a nearly abandoned industrial section on the far east side. Not surprisingly, he was the only customer that morning. As he watched the meter tick away his money, a bright yellow Chevy truck pulled into the station parking lot. He couldn’t help but notice the beautiful blond as she stepped down from the cab. Her entrance was particularly noticeable because of the anticipation caused by the fully tinted windows.

In addition to her striking appearance and theatrical entrance, she parked on the far side of the convenience store and walked the entire length of the empty parking lot to get inside. At this desolate station, he would have parked as close as possible to the door if he looked like her. Before going inside to pay, he made it a point to move his car and park it beside her truck in hopes of getting a closer look.

As luck would have it, he hadn’t needed to move his car to get a better view. He ended up directly behind her in line. He couldn’t quite place it, but she looked strangely familiar. For a moment, he wondered if she was some kind of celebrity. She paid for her coffee and turned back to the self-service counter to add some cream. Ross paid for his gas and an iced cappuccino, and they ended up meeting at the front door. Ross, being the gentleman, opened the door for her, and they silently walked to their cars together. Of course, he wasn’t so gentlemanly that he didn’t sneak a peek at her ample, glistening bosom stretching the seams of her silk blouse as she passed in front of him.

At his car, Ross inserted his ignition key and looked through his passenger window at the woman and her truck. “Another day, and I’d have asked her out,” he thought. He turned his attention forward, and a flash of light caught his eye from the right. As the woman had opened her door, a reflection from a pair of handcuffs attached to her rear view mirror reflected the sun in his direction. Ross’ Dad used to have a pair in his truck to show support for his fellow police officers. Ross even had a pair for a while in high school. Hoping to get a clue as to where he knew her from, Ross rolled down his passenger side window and said “I couldn’t help noticing your mirror decoration. Are you in law enforcement?”

“Not directly, they’re my Dad’s old cuffs. He used to work for the city, but now he runs a private security company. The lock on lower cuff is broken, so I just keep them around to remind me of him and to start conversations like this.”

“Look, I know this sounds like a line, but I could swear I’ve seen you somewhere before. I’m kind of on the clock, but if you don’t mind taking a few minutes, maybe we could talk while we finish our drinks, and I could figure out where I know you from.”

“Why not. Come on over. We can sit in my truck since it’s air conditioned.”

As he walked over to her passenger side door, he felt a bit put off that she had just automatically presumed that his car wasn’t air conditioned. He would have protested, but of course, it wasn’t.

He climbed up into the passenger seat, and the polar breeze from the dashboard hit his face, instantly drying the sweat that had started to form on his brow. Of course, a part of him wished they were sitting in his car. It would be hot, but the heat would keep her glistening.

“My name’s Jennie, by the way,” she started. “Do you really think we’ve met before, or was that just a ploy to meet me… or maybe it was a ploy to see my handcuffs?”

“Yes, I really think we’ve met before. Besides, I don’t need a ploy to see handcuffs. My Dad’s a cop. That’s why I noticed them hanging from your mirror,” Ross replied. “Actually, I used to have a pair hanging from my mirror, but they attracted way too much attention.”

Jennie nodded in agreement. “That’s one reason for the tinted windows.”

“I’ll bet you get hit on all the time because of these… and of course, your other assets,” Ross said glancing downward.

“Yeah, but all of the guys who hit on me because of the cuffs want me to wear them,” Jennie said smiling back. “Of course, they’re always disappointed when I tell them the lock on the lower cuff is broken.”

“Well, I must admit, you would look great in them, but you’d look great in just about anything,” Ross said.

“Gee, now that you put it that way, I’d be tempted to model them if they worked,” Jennie said blushing.

“What’s wrong with them? Are they permanently locked?” Ross asked.

“No, actually they are permanently unlocked. Watch.” Jennie said, and she swung the hinged lower arm through the locking mechanism until it swung through and hung loose, again. The ratcheting sound was just like in the movies.

“That doesn’t prove anything. They’re supposed to work like that. The locking mechanism is designed to prevent the arm from loosening, not tightening. Loosening would be in the other direction.”

“Well, trust me. They’re broken,” Jennie replied shortly, and with that, she took his left hand in hers and held his wrist up to the dangling cuff.

Looking up from the handcuffs, their eyes met.

“Oh, I trust you,” Ross said slowly. “I can’t say why, but I trust you.”

Before he could say or do anything else, Jennie had swung the free arm of the cuff around his wrist, and the telltale ratchet sound announced that the cuffs were indeed in perfect working order.

* * * * *

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