I told you about when I made George so mad, didn't I? Well, I had another
experience a few weeks ago. George had been messing about with my car. He
was absolutely filthy and I'd just cleaned the bathroom out so it was looking really beautiful. George spent ages before we were married, getting it looking nice and ever so modern looking.

Well, in he comes and started to wash up in my nice clean bathroom. The towel was all stained with black stuff and the hand-basin was absolutely disgusting. I told him so and didn't mince my words. I even forgot to say "thank you" for fixing my car.

George didn't say much. He said, "I'll sort it out, but you haven't heard the last of this. I would have done it anyway and I don't want to hear you nagging like that again. In fact, I'm going to make sure that I don't. I shall arrange something later."

He cleaned up and I saw there that he'd  made it all nice and tidy in there
afterwards and got a clean towel. I thought my sharp tongue had been forgotten and forgiven. I should have known better! George never forgets anything, good or bad. He may forgive, but never forgets. He's a bit like a cross between an elephant and a volcano, really. Every thing goes quiet and suddenly there's an eruption! Well, the eruption came the next week-end.

That Saturday, he was up before me and that's always a bad sign. I got out of bed and looked for my dressing gown. It wasn't there and the wardrobe was locked. On the chair in our bedroom, there was that pair of handcuffs, a pair of my high-heeled shoes and nothing else!

Some months before, George had fitted locks on all the drawers in the house.
He said that it would make the job of a burglar a bit more difficult. They would not know, he said, which drawer had anything in it worth breaking in for and they would have to spend time smashing into them all before they would be able to get anything useful. Anyway, whether he was right or wrong, all the drawers in our bed room were locked and I couldn't get anything else to wear.

I went downstairs in my nightie and the shoes to find George. He was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his early-morning cup of coffee.

He smiled when he saw me. "Do you want a coffee?" he asked me.

I said, "What are you playing at? Everything is locked up. and what are these for?", holding up the handcuffs.

His smile vanished. He said, a bit peeved, "What do you suppose? Now answer
my question; Do you want a cup?"

I replied, "Yes, I suppose so."

He said, in that masterful way that he has, that makes me feel weak at the knees, "That's no way to speak. Get yourself your coffee and have a good breakfast. You won't be eating until supper-time, so make sure you're going to get enough to last till then. First things first. Get your breakfast and no more talk!"  I knew there was trouble and that I shouldn't have said 'Yes, I suppose so.' It wasn't very polite, after all.

I started eating. He said to me, " You have been a great deal too mouthy these last few days. I intend to correct that. When you have finished your breakfast, you are to take off that night-dress and put the cuffs on - behind, of course. I have some phone calls to make and then we'll be going out. Not another word, now. If you speak, you will regret it. Remember what's hanging in the garage!"

I didn't need reminding. He had hung a thick, heavy leather strap in the garage and had once given me some huge stripes with it when I'd upset him.
I've heard that some folk get some kind of pleasure from being beaten, but I'd experienced it once and I didn't plan ever to have that happen again!

I ate my breakfast silently. I washed up the pots and then did what George had told me. I took off my nightie and put the handcuffs on. He was in the study. I went in and he just nodded and said, "O.K., just come here a minute." He got a key and did something to the handcuffs, made them a bit tighter or something, then said," I'll speak to you later. Carry on with what you're doing."

I opened my mouth to protest that I wasn't doing anything and couldn't do anything at all, anyway, but then I thought about that strap! I went back into the bedroom and laid down, shrugging the bed-clothes round myself.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew was George shaking my
shoulder and saying, "Wake up! It's time to get ready!"

"Ready? Ready for what?" I mumbled.

"To go out, of course. I said we'd be going out; don't you remember?" he said, shaking me again. I woke up properly then and struggled to my feet, George steadying me as I wobbled about.

He told me to go into the spare room and put on the dress he had laid out for me. I reminded him I was wearing handcuffs and he unlocked them, but said, " They'll be back on again as soon as you're dressed. Now hurry up, I want to get on the way in a quarter of an hour."

My 'dress', as he called it, was a bikini, made of soft green leather, a matching leather collar with a loop at the back for a padlock and two ankle cuffs, also in green leather. I'd never seen any of it before. I washed up, did my make-up and put everything on, because I knew if he did it, everything would be a lot tighter and less comfortable.

I went down to him and when he saw me he smiled again and said, "Good! You
look good enough to eat!" He gave me a big kiss, but broke off. saying,
"Hang on! It's getting late."

I said, "Why? Late for what?"

"Never mind, stand up!" was the reply. I stood whilst he fastened green leather handcuffs on me instead of the metal ones, but now they were at the front. He put  a  matching green belt tight round my waist and he locked the handcuffs to it with a little padlock.

"In the car!" he ordered me.

I made my way to the garage. It was not too easy to get in the car; the chain between my ankles was much too short and I couldn't reach forward with
my handcuffed hands. George lifted me into the passenger seat and then he
fastened me in with the seat-belt.

He sat down and leant over to me. "Here!" he said, "Open your mouth!"  I
couldn't see what he'd got in his hand, but when I did as he said, he forced
a big hard green apple into my mouth. It was too hard for me to bite, when
it was pressed so far in and my teeth dug into it so I couldn't move it at all and I couldn't speak, only dribble down my chin.

"That ought to keep you quiet till we get there!" he remarked.

All I could say was,"aaah Gor!"

We set off, through town and out somewhere on the other side, pulling up outside the gate-house of a big house - well, it was almost a mansion.  The gate opened and a man waved us through when George said something like, "Acheson to see Mr. Wainwright!".

George got me out of the car and went to the front door of the house. It opened as he got near to it. A woman was standing there. She was dressed in a black two-piece, black, sheer nylons and low-heeled shoes, very smart, business-like and formal.

She said, "Mr. Acheson?" When George answered, she said,"O.K., Mr.William
will see you now. Leave the subject here." and she indicated a metal post with
two pairs of handcuffs attached to the top of it.

"There?" George said. "Yes, lock her there." the person said.

George hesitated and she asked him for the keys to my handcuffs. She attached a leash to my collar and pulled me over to the post. There was nothing I could do or say. The person was very strong and not in the least afraid of using her strength. She took my right arm and fastened two of the cuffs on the post onto it, one at my wrist and the other higher up on my forearm, then she undid my green cuffs from my left wrist and pulled me round to face the post and did that arm the same way.

The apple was still in place so all I could do was moan and drool! They both
went inside and left me standing there, mad as could be, wondering what would be the next awful indignity that would be heaped on me. I hoped it wouldn't rain!

It wasn't too bad, actually. I had only been there a few minutes, trying as hard as I could to bite through that apple, so I could call out and make someone come and see what was the matter, when another girl came, took the leash, put my green cuffs back on again, at my back this time, unfastened my arms from the post and led me into a room where she gently got the apple out of my mouth. I flexed it a bit, to try to relieve the ache in my jaw from having my mouth forced open for so long and then said, "Thank you! Where is this place?"

She pointed to her own mouth and shook her head. I didn't understand and
 I asked her again, "Where is this?" She just repeated the gesture, and I understood - she could not speak. There did not seem to be anything wrong with her; she wasn't gagged or anything, so I supposed she must be dumb or something. She showed me into a bathroom where there was a shower.  She turned me round and I felt metal handcuffs being put on before she took off the green leather cuffs. Then she came round in front of me and made signs for me to use the shower. She touched the fastening of my bra and raised her eyebrows. I said, "O.K." and she unfastened it, top and bottom, leaving me quite nude.

I said, "What about my shoes?" She knelt and took them off, then turned the water on in the shower and set it to be nice and warm. I showered and she wiped my face and then dried me with a big towel.

She put my  bikini and shoes in a locker and took my arm again, despite my pulling back and saying, "What about my things? Hey! I've got no clothes on, where are you taking me?"

She just kept smiling and kept pulling at my arm.

She took me into another room where there was a chair, like a dentists' and a small circular platform. She led me up to this platform and picked up a blindfold, fastening it over my face with a strap round the back of my head.
I felt myself turning round very slowly, then felt her putting my shoes back on again. Again, I went round. I was beginning to feel a bit groggy by this time.

She must have noticed it, because she took my arm again and sat me down in
the chair. Then, she surprised me by fixing a chain on the back of my collar to the chair, leaving me and going out of the room.

The other woman that sounded like the woman who had shown George and me in,
came back and said, "Open your mouth. I need an impression of your teeth."

She pressed a lump of something that felt like Plasticine into my mouth. I didn't think there was much point offering any resistance. I had already seen she was far too strong for me, so I submitted as nicely as possible.

"Bite!" she said and when I did, and opened up again, she took the lump of stuff out and put it away in a little plastic box.

Then she said," We haven't finished on the turntable yet. If you will do as you are told, I'll unfasten your restraints."

I said "O.K." and she freed me. The first girl came back and made me stand back on the turntable,  blindfolded again, with my arms held behind my head, then again holding a bar high up over my head. Before she was finished, she took my hands down behind my back and I felt them being cuffed together.

She took me into a big room. There were people working in there and I felt upset again, being led, all naked, past men and women. They were all busy with their own things, none of them took any notice of me at all. Evidently I was not the first  prisoner to pass through there!

She went to a rack and got a leather garment which she put on me and strapped it round me. I was covered and decent again, well, fairly decent anyway. It was very tight all over. It pulled my waist in and was tight under me between my legs. There were dangling straps hanging behind me near my waist and she fitted these round  the link between my cufs.
There was another pair of straps behind me, but  she just fastened them together, to stop them dangling. Then she took me out of the front door and fastened me back to the post there.

No-one had given me the slightest inkling of why I had been taken there, nor
did George, when he took me back to the car, strapped a ball-gag into my
mouth again and drove me home. The ball-gag was a lot more comfortable than
the apple. It was not very big, although it went right back into my mouth and it  stopped me making any kind of proper speech. I could make a noise, but couldn't make him understand a single thing. It was the same when we got home, he kept the gag in until I'd made the dinner, dressed in the leather outfit still, that we had brought back from that place. Before he undid the ball-gag for dinner, he told me, if I asked him anything about our afternoon's outing, or even spoke about it, he would gag me again.

It was agony! I suppose I'm pretty talkative at the best of times and that night wasn't the best night I've ever spent. It was Thursday before I was put out of my misery of not knowing was going to happen and not being allowed to ask George about it.

At dinner, that Thursday, he told me he had been very busy at work all day,
but he helped me to wash up after our meal. Really, he's good that way. He often does some little chore or other for me when I'm not expecting it.
Then he looked at his watch. "Time to go!" he said.

"Go? Where?" I asked him. "Where we went on Saturday. Go and put your green
bikini on again."

When I got back down again, he said," Stand still, I've got your handcuffs."
When he saw that I'd already put the green leather ones on he said, " Ah, I see you've got ready a bit more than I thought you would. Did you enjoy last
Saturday's visit?" But then he put the ball-gag in, to stop me answering or asking any more questions.

It didn't seem as long getting there as it had done at the week-end, probably because it was dark.  He must have made arrangements, because the gates opened automatically and the big front door as well. He led me straight in and the door closed silently behind us.

He took me into the room where the turntable was, and I was fastened into the chair again with a chain to my collar.

A man I hadn't seen before came in, dressed in a white overall over a smart suit. He shook hands with George, but he ignored me completely. He said.
"This is the subject, eh? Well, let's get on. Take the gag off."

George undid the ball gag.

I started to say, "What's going on?" but they both said, together, "Silence" or "Shut up", I don't remember which.

The man said, "She's not very well trained, is she?", as he pulled on a pair of those thin rubber gloves that doctors use.

I said "Hey!" but George said, "Shut up!" to me and "Well, I've not had her long. Anyway, that's why I brought her here."

"Very well, then this is what you do." he replied. He took hold of my hair at the
back. He didn't pull much, just enough to make me say "Ouch!" As I did so.
I felt him slip something in my mouth. It was made of some sort of hard plastic, not cold like metal but it seemed to be very strong. It slid in and clicked as it slipped behind my back teeth, where it kind of locked. There was something on top of my tongue and something else under it.

It didn't hurt and it didn't stop me saying "Wha' ish hish? Wha' are you 'oing 'oo me?" George tried to reassure me. "Don't worry, nothing's going to hurt you. I said last week that I didn't want to hear any more of the kind of nonsense you were giving me last Friday, and this is to make sure I don't. Show her, Wainwright."

The man put his thumb under my chin and pressed, not very hard, but when he
did, the thing in my mouth clicked again, a bit differently this time and I  couldn't move my jaw or my tongue at all. In fact, I couldn't make any kind of noise apart from a faint moan.

"Now," the man said, "If you want to let her speak again, you can, with this
magnetic key, without taking her 'tongue restrainer' out." He took my face in his hand and pressed a metal thing against my upper lip and I could open my mouth again.

He continued. "Getting it out completely is something you must be very careful about. It's easy to hurt the subject when you're doing that. Watch closely when I do it."

He got a different, hook-like implement, did something to the device and lifted it out of my mouth. He rinsed it off at a sink nearby. He returned.
"It's impossible for the subject to stop you from fitting a 'tongue restrainer'" he said. "I designed them to be fitted to a resisting female. If you hold her head still, using the hair at the back of the head, she has no chance of stopping you from gagging her. Try it for yourself"

He was right. George took hold of me as the man said and it didn't matter how I tried to clamp my jaws closed,  the thing just slipped in and clicked fast so I couldn't move it at all. Then, when he put his thumb where the man said, I couldn't make a sound again.

"That's excellent!" George said. The man, whom I now know is called Wainwright, took the thing out of my mouth again and had George do it several times until he and George were satisfied he could do it without hurting me, then they went away, leaving me chained up there by myself. No-one came in until George came back.

He said, "Now, you know what we came here for. It's been expensive, but I'm
sure I'll get my money's worth in peace at home." I could only look daggers at him; he had locked up my jaw before he had left me. When I thought about it on the way home - I had plenty of time to think, because I couldn't say anything - it was much nicer than the apple or the ball-gag. It didn't hurt, nor did it stretch my jaw.

He took me to that place again after a week. He said he wasn't entirely satisfied with the 'tongue restrainer' and that he was going to get another one for me.

It was day-time on a Saturday when we went the second time. He didn't let me
out of the car straight away, but went in and got a key. He locked me to the post outside again and went in, I suppose to talk to that Mr. Wainwright. I was stood by that thing for at least half an hour. I couldn't do anything but look around. I could see a couple of girls playing tennis and two others strolling about. It was a lovely day and except for a fly that kept buzzing round me, it was quite all right standing there. I couldn't do anything, but anyway, George hadn't said I had to do anything, and I didn't have any plans to do anything myself, so I was O.K.

In the end, George and Mr. Wainwright came out. Mr. Wainwright was saying,
"Yes, this Handistat is very useful if you want to put a woman where you can
find her again. She can be dressed for going out and you can be sure she will still be properly turned out when you come for her. You can see, the tiled area is too wide for her to reach anything, even with her feet. Of course you can still fit hobbles or knee braces. Then with a tongue restrainer locked, she will not trouble your neighbours, either." That was how he talked, sort of precise all the time.

George  said, "Well, I'll have to think about it. It's rather expensive and I'm not sure I'd get very much use out of it. After all, it's not like you, with a lot of girls to keep under control. I only have one wife, you know."

Mr. Wainwright added, " Well, you never know. You might like to have another, or to get a slave or someting." They laughed. "This model of 'Handistat' is less expensive, though, " he continued. "The one in the catalogue is the de luxe model and can be used for punishment as well as restraint. The head on that model is removable for adding additional devices, such as a pillory head, and the column is telescopic, to allow the head to be extended to hang the subject from it, or can be lowered to floor level, to keep her crouched down or restrained by the ankles, it
that is the wish of the trainer. But now, is it your wish to fit the new restrainer?"

"O.K." said George. They took me inside and Mr. Wainwright took the thing out of  my mouth, with one of the little tools he had used before, and George fitted the new one.

"There," he said to me, "that's better, isn't it?"

I didn't know what was wrong with the one I'd had to wear, until the new one was in.

I said, "This one's more comfortable, yes, George."

I could talk properly with the new one in, so no-one would know it was there if it wasn't locked, but it's just as good as the other at stopping me talking, as I found out straight away, because George locked it as soon as I'd spoken.

"When we are here,'Sir' is the correct form of address!" he told me quietly.

While we were there, he bought me some 'jewellery' too. Locking bracelets for my wrists and ankles. They don't look like handcuffs at all and I can wear them when we're out with other people and they won't know what they are, but he can fasten them together and they work just the same. He does look after me very well, doesn't he?

He unfastened me from the post and put the new jewellery on me, locked behind me. He had a chain with clips on and he put that on my ankle-bracelets. He often says now that I look more lady-like when I can't make big strides.

He made me wear the chain on my ankles for a whole day last week, as well,
with those high heels he had for me locked on so I couldn't take them off.
It was only just long enough for me to get upstairs. That was because he hadn't liked the dinner I'd made the night before. And I was only looking after him, too! The TV said we ought to eat more green stuff and I gave him a salad. Well, I didn't know he didn't like raw cabbage, did I?

So far, George hasn't had me wear the 'tongue restrainer' all day when he's gone to work. He has threatened to, though, if I nag him again, but I've been careful not to. He has used the thing on me when he's taken me out in his car, . . well, . . I mean, every time we've been out in his car!

Oh, yes, I didn't tell you - whenever we're in his car, George likes to keep me in handcuffs as well, with a chain to my collar . He says it stops me fidgeting. I'm quite used to that now, but it will take me some time to get used to not being able to ask him things - like what speed we're doing and such like. It's going to be a bit awkward if we're ever stopped by the police, well, me being handcuffed and not able to say it's O.K., isn't it?
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