February 28th, 2010 | 
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fresh. Her skirt hugged her hips intimately, and flared just above
the knees to where the skirt came to mid-calf length. Angelica's
curled tresses fell about her shoulders. Her high heels with the
straps made her posture somewhat strained, but she was used to it,
and it added an overall sexiness to her appearance. Both her hands
were clasped in front of her, nervously.
Jim spoke. "Colonel, will you please ask the guard to bring in
my things from the outside office?"
The Colonel picked up the phone and spoke briefly to the guard.
"I notice that you are wearing two rings. They would be safest
here in the Colonel's safe along with your confession and
consignment documents."
Angelica removed them, and handed them to Jim as if they were
her last remaining possessions, and her last vestige of freedom.
She then pulled a small key out of her belt.
Jim took it. "I had forgotten about this. Good, Colonel, this
is the key to a locker in the airport that contains Miss Perez's
purse, passport, and other belongings." Jim handed it to the
Colonel. He put it along with the rings in a plastic bag, and then
wrote the contents down on a slip of paper, and asked Angelica to
sign.
"Why does it say 'prisoner's signature' where I am supposed to
sign?" asked Angelica, taking in a sharp breath.
As if in answer, Jim took out a pair of bright nickel handcuffs
and handed them to her. She took them, not knowing at all what to
do. The metal hefted solidly in her hands, and she examined the
unforgiving workmanship that went into their making.
"Put them on, behind your back," said Jim, with a smile.
"Handcuff myself!" exclaimed Angelica, laughing. "Don't I need
the key?"
"I thought that you said that you had been tied before?"
inquired Jim.
"I said that I had been tied up, but that was with rope. I have
never been handcuffed!"
"Well, to answer your question, you don't need the key. See,
they just open up, even though they look locked. Then, they just
ratchet shut on your wrist." Jim stepped forward to demonstrate.
He took the 'cuffs from her and opened one of them, then gave them
back to her for her to open the second one. The Colonel watched the
instruction period smiling. When Angelica had opened the second
'cuff, she experimentally closed it about her left wrist, but too
loosely, then moved them around her back, and was searching for the
best way to close it onto her right wrist when the door opened. It
was the female guard, and she carried the leather octopus binding,
and the leather prod gag.
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