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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM:  Campus Parking Ticket Part 11 (bondage text)
Date: Sat,  4 May 2002 15:10:04 -0400
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Campus Parking Ticket Roundup - Part 11

Characters:
Jim Cranston - Assistant Chief of Police
Donna Cranston - his wife, now being held in custody in medical
restraints
Ron Johnson - Chief of Police
Regina Strong - Police Sergeant
Billy Marks - Rookie Officer
Candy - arrested wearing a white blouse and leather slacks, on the bus
to Women's Prison
+++Justine Rogers- arrested and bailed out by her parents.+++
+++Tony, Justine's Boyfriend+++
Mr. Rogers - Justine's Dad
Mrs. Rogers - Justine's Mom


Text file by Felix Dartmouth
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Jan 10, 2000

"Mom's really got me good", she whispered.  "She's got me in a
chastity belt.  It covers me up all the way, and is really tight
around my waist.  She has the key at home."

Knowing that Justine's sex had been locked away from him gave Tony a
serious case of blue-balls.  He held her tightly during the rest of
the film, trying to calm down.

When the film was over, the couple waited until almost everyone had
left and they made their way out through the exit at the front of the
theatre.  Hobbled as she was, Tony had to assist her all the way out
to the car.  Justine leaned on him, grateful for his kind support.

They made small talk as they went home.  Tony then realized that it
was early.

"Would you like to go out for a drink, or dessert?"

"In these chains?" asked Justine laughing.

"Sure, who's going to care?"

"I will!  I can't be seen like this!  Let's just go home, and we can
have ice cream before bed."

"Ok," smiled Tony.  "Is your mother going to let you go, or will I
have to feed you?"

"You will.  She told me that I could only be out of bonds while I'm in
the bathroom with her, either using it, or getting changed.  I had to
talk her out of making me wear a locking ball-gag.  I told her that I
would be a boring date if I were gagged."

"Next time, I'll ask her if I can bring along the gag.  I don't see
why you should be un-gagged unless we are talking."

"Tony!" Justine admonished him.

They had arrived at Justine's house.  Tony left the big overcoat in
the backseat and helped Justine from the car.  Holding her firmly by
her arm, and the chain that connected her elbows to her collar, he led
her to the backdoor.  Justine looked up at him.

Her kissed her lightly on the lips.  She did not move, but waited for
more.  He kissed her again, with a bit more pressure.  Her heard her
wrists move in her handcuffs with a clicking sound.  They jangled a
bit more as she found a more comfortable position.

"Kiss me harder," she asked.

Tony complied, and held her tightly.  The metal band of her chastity
belt pressed hard against him.  Soon, they were both breathless with
lust.  Justine pulled at her chains in frustration, and Tony only
kissed her more deeply and felt her nipples hard under the sheer
fabric of her dress.

The porch light came on.  They both quickly tried to regain their
composure, and Tony opened the door, still holding Justine's elbow
quite tightly.

"Hello, guys!" her mother said brightly.  "How was the film?"

"Great," said Tony.  "We were going to go for dessert, but under the
circumstances . ."

"I didn't know how these chains would go over at the Baskin Robbins!"
added Justine.

"Let me fix you something before bed.  I'd like Justine locked up in
bed before 10:30.  Come sit with me in the kitchen."

Tony sat down, but Justine remained standing.  She squeezed her elbows
together, and this gave her a bit of slack in her collar.  She pulled
it forward, which in turn tightened the slipknot about her elbows.
The sheer organza sleeves of her dress provided no traction for the
thin chain, and it tightened and loosened as Justine balanced the
pressure of her elbows and her throat.  The net effect was that her
elbows were pulled closer together, but the pressure was taken off the
somewhat thin leather collar that was locked about her throat.

Quickly, Mrs. Rogers had made two small hot-fudge sundaes.  Tony
carefully spooned ice cream and the fudge to Justine, who gratefully
ate every bit.  The sugar rush, right after the sex rush made her
blush.

"It's almost 10:30, so its time for Justine to change into her night
gown.  Tony, would you like to wait just a minute, and you can wish
Justine good night in her bed?

"Uh, sure!" said Tony.  How could he say no to that?

Mrs. Rogers took Justine by her left arm, and hustled her into the
master bedroom.  Tony waited outside, and in a few minutes, Justine
emerged in a lovely very sheer chiffon pink nightgown with
spaghetti-string straps.  It was a baby-doll mini that came just to
the top of her thighs.  

Her breasts, which Tony had never seen, were clearly visible through
the fabric, and he could also see the shiny metal bands of her
chastity belt.  It encircled her waist at its slimmest point, and from
her belly button, it descended down to her sex, and up through her
derriere to be padlocked at the base of her spine.

Her wrists were in handcuffs in front of her, and she was also in
leg-irons.

Tony was glad to see that Justine was to be only thus mildly
restrained as she slept.  He walked behind them and appreciated the
full intricacies of the chastity belt and they went into her room.

It was soon apparent that handcuffs were only meant to restrain
Justine as she was escorted to her room.  A heavy canvas straitjacket,
with leather-reinforced stitching lay on the bed, along with a mass of
other straps and chains.

Mrs. Rogers removed Justine's handcuffs and tossed them onto the bed.
She held up the straitjacket.  Justine placed her arms into its
sleeves, and crossed them in front of her.  They were buckled in back.
The rest of the buckles down the back were fastened crushingly tight.
The crotch-strap, almost redundant in view of her chastity belt, was
then taken between her legs and buckled.

Justine smiled over a Tony.  "Eat your heart out!"

Tony smiled back, and came over and kissed her on the cheek as Mrs.
Rogers retightened all the straps, and applied padlocks on every strap
down Justine's back.

Justine was then collared in locking leather, and she was helped by
her Mom to lie down.  The collar was then chained to the top left
bedpost, and then her right ankle was chained and locked to the bottom
right bedpost.

"Mom!", she protested.  "Isn't this a bit much?"

"You're just lucky your father's not here.  Now, open up!"

Mrs. Rogers took a mass of leather straps.  Tony could see that it was
a type of harness that included a ball-gag that went completely around
Justine's head.  The ball was popped behind Justine's white teeth, and
then a strap was taken and buckled underneath her hair.  Next, a strap
went up over her face, on either side of her nose, and back down to
the strap that held in her ball.

Tony noticed a "D" ring on the top of the harness.  Another strap went
underneath Justine's chin.  Now that the whole arrangement was in
place, Mrs. Rogers set about buckling the straps much more tightly,
and then she applied small locks.

Finally, a tough cord was taken from the D-ring at the top of
Justine's head and tied to the headboard, restricting her movement
rather completely.

Tony was rather breathless with the whole scene.

Mrs. Rogers then picked up the handcuffs, and took Tony's wrist.  He
did not expect this, but neither did her resist.  His wrists were
handcuffed behind his back, and the cuffs were double locked.

"You understand Tony.  Nothing personal, but Justine is a virgin, and
we cannot take any chances with a young man in the house.  If you
spend the night here, you will have to remain in bondage also.  I hope
you understand."

"I understand, Mrs. Rogers.  But, can I give Justine one more kiss
goodnight?"

"Of course, Tony," replied Mrs. Rogers.  She continued to hold his arm
as he bent down and kissed Justine as near to her mouth as he could,
between the leather straps that bisected and crossed her cheeks.  She
moved to receive him in her restraints and groaned softly.

"Come on, Tony," said Mrs. Rogers, pulling him firmly away.  "Bed
time!"

End of the campus parking ticket roundup, part 11

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