“You should know better than to fight your chains, convict! There is never going to be an escape for you, ever!” She smiled happily at me and stood. I stared up at her long, black nylon stockinged legs, rising beside me, into the envelope of her knee length, leather skirt. She spun on her heels and walked to the bottom of the mat.
“Straighten your legs you stupid cow!” She snarled.
With a small sob, I did as she commanded then felt her grasp the ankle spreader bar of my Spanish Trapezoid. She paused for a moment, holding it, to deepen my sense of vulnerability then gave it a sharp jerk! I heard the rattle of the lower fastening chain when she pulled it taut then felt the vibration of the lock’s shackle being slipped through the restraint loop on the bar, and the end link of the chain, th
