I nod, since I can’t speak, to show interest in her proposition.
“You want me to swap the blindfold for the cuffs?”
I nod again, more avidly. She has me doing nodding dog impressions. The light is suddenly in my eyes and my skin itches where the elastic around my head has been. I don’t get the chance to flash her warning glares. She is already buckling my wrists tight. Why do I make no effort to stop her?
“Now I have you secure, I might think of other things to do to you besides spanking,” she announces. “Before, if you had removed the blindfold you could have seen how to set yourself free. I assume you didn’t want to.”
I look back over my shoulder and do indeed see that metal pegs in holes through the scaffold secure the bars. I could have pulled the pegs out and got free easy as pi
