Chapter Twenty-One
Plans and Promises
John
Christine lay on the bed, her head twisting wildly from side to side while I locked her crotch-cover in place, then connected the extra long extension bar; the one that descended a half metre below her heels. From its ring, I ran a loose chain to a heavy staple welded to the lower frame of the bed, then released her feet from their straps and joined them with a 50 cm long hobble, passed through the tip-ring. Shed be able to pull her legs up a little, but other than that, the bed-straps held her almost motionless. Next, I connected the cables, then zipped the thick rubber sheet around the sides, tensioning it over her body. Christines eyes snapped open when I picked up her gagged head and pulled the other zipper down from the top of the bed to
