straitjackets all the way

The road to academic success often skirts the tumultuous route of torture and doubt.

a Study in Purple

All photos from BondageCafe.com

I guess Jim Weathers has a thing for purple-clad damsels in distress...

Two women stare at the keys between them. Are they sisters, lovers? More likely they were accomplices, partners in crime, to have deserved such a fate. Each little shift, pulls at the cable, tugs at the other, and the keys rattle, clink, loud in the tiny glass cage.

"Hnnnngh!" The taller one tugs at the cable in frustration, pulls at the straitjacket, trying to scratch, trying to get the sweat to stop tickling, to no avail. Clink, clink. She lets out a furious, gagged moan, and again the keys clink brightly, goading her. The slow, crawling tickle of sweat along her sides, down her back, between her breasts. She jerks at the cable again, and her hands remain bound to her body, far from the taunting, teasing keys.

"Hnnn, hmmmf, hnnnNNNGHH!!!" The shorter one pulls back in turn, glaring, and the keys jingle, clink again, scraping at her brain. She tries to twist her body away, but with her hands so tightly folded and locked to her body she barely twists a few degrees before she is forced back into position. The keys jingle, clink, so close and yet so far.

With a snug straight jacket on, and some thick padding, I decided that I’d give my faggot a challenge.

If he managed to escape from his bondage by the time I unlock his door in the morning, then he’s free to go. However, if he’s still struggling then he’s mine to keep!