Ginnie was a little apprehensive, but then why now, she about about to let a man strap her to a bed. Part of her was scared at the thought, but most of her was intrigued by the idea of being put into restraints. The idea of not being able to move, being vulnerable, made her tingle on the inside.

She laid down, on her back, on the mattress. Her friend carefully guided her left ankle into a leather cuff. After wrapping the leather around the ankle, he pulled a small leather strap through a hasp, then through a buckle. The hasp kept the cuff from opening, and the small strap kept the cuff closed and secured around the hasp.

Her repeated the same procedure with other ankle. When finished Ginnie was partially sitting up, arms supporting her from behind, while admiring the leather cuffs wrapped around each ankle.

A few moments later her friend took her right hand and pulled it over her shoulder and towards the head of the bed. This force Ginnie to lay back. He then placed her wrist in a leather cuff similar to those around her ankles. Within a few seconds her right hand was secured. He repeated the same method of securement for her left hand.

Ginnie turned her head from side to side looking at each cuff around her wrist, occassionally glancing at the cuffs around her ankles. The feeling of restraint was being to sink into her mind. Despite her efforts to pull her hands free, the leather cuffs were doing there job well. Her petite hands would not slide through the leather cuffs not matter how much she tried to wiggle or contort her hands.

It was a strange feeling being strapped down, spreadeagle to a bed. She glanced down and noticed her t-shirt was no longer tucked into her tight jeans. Her belly and naval were exposed. This caused her to think of times when some of older cousins would tickle her, sometimes to the point of losing control of her bladder. She instinctly tried to reach down to retuck her shirt, but the leather cuffs around her wrists prevented her from bringing her hand anywhere near the top of her head.

Ginnie attempted to pull her legs up, but the cuffs around her ankles held her ankles securely to the sides of the bed. Then it occurred to her the severity of her situation.

Ginnie now realized she was completely exposed and vulnerable. Although she still had her clothes on, she realized her ticklish armpits, ribs, belly, thighs and feet were vulnerable. She also realized that if a rapist were to break into the room and subdue her best friend, she would have no way of defending herself.

"How do you like it," her friend said?

"This is great, but I would only let someone do this who I trust."

"I understand," he said. "You are very beautiful and must be careful allowing yourself to be put in such vulnerable situations." Would you like to try a variation of this restraint? It involves laying on your belly."

"Sure," Ginnie replied. "I have pleanty of time."

With that her friend undid the leather cuffs around her ankles and hands. Ginnie rolled over to her belly, automatically placing her wrists in the cuffs towards the head of the bed and her ankles towards the foot. She then teasingly said, "Oh, doctor. Please don't strap me down."

At the head of the bed, her friend replied, "Ah, but Ginnie you know you have to be strapped down. You have not been a very good girl."

By now he had secured her left wrist and was about the finish the right wrist when he said, "Ginnie. Do you know why we usually strap someone down by first doing the wrists?"

"No, doctor, I do not know. It never really occured to me," she said as she played the role playing game.

"It is simple. Once the wrists are securely strapped down, it pretty much gives us a 95% certaining the patient will not be able to escape. Restraint is nearly guaranteed once the hands are secured and strapped down."

Ginnie was again experiencing the tingle of arousal. She wondered to herself how it was that words could affect someone's feelings so easily, even if they are pretend.

Finally, her friend had secured the leather cuffs around Ginnie's wrists and ankles. Lifting her head from the bed, she stared at the wrist cuffs and began to pull. The leather returned a creaking sound indicating stress. Though she could not see the cuff around her ankles, she could feel then and attempted to pull her feet free.

"I can't seem to get free," said Ginnie as she continued to pull her hands and feet free.

"That's good," said her friend, "but I do not think you are trying hard enough."

Ginnie looked back towards him and replied, "What do you mean."

"I mean you need some incentive to try to escape," he said. Walking up to the foot of the bed, he began to remove her left shoe, then her right.

"What are you doing? Don't take off my shoes. You had better not be going to do what I think...," was all she could get out of her mouth before he starting tickling the souls of her feet.

Ginnie's laughter started out as "restrained" giggles, but eventually grew into larger chuckles and bursts of laughter as her friend cruelly assaulted the souls of her feet. Eventaully, the spasms became mixed with one or two gasps as she fought for a lungfull of air.

"Please, stop," Ginnie began to cry out. Her feet were bouncing up and down on the mattress desparately attempting to evade the touch of his fingers.

Eventually, he stopped.

"Why did you do that," she asked as she sniffled?

From behind her and at the foot of the bed she heard, "Because you are helplessly strapped to a bed, and I wanted to."

He began to walk towards the head of the bed towing something metallic behind him. Ginnie looked up to see a tall metal stand with a hook at the top and a red, rubber bottle or bag with a white tube hanging from the bottom. Her heart skipped a beat upon seeing the item.

"Do you know what this is," as he held up what appeared to be the end of the white tube, but with a long white plastic tube at the end.

Ginnie's mouth dropped open a little upon realizing her situation and the items on the rack and in her friend's hand.

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