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now, she’s going
to leave and find someone else to help her.”
    I didn’t want that to happen. Rob deserves
some fun and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was a
good thing that he got in touch with me because he’d never figure
out how to exploit the situation properly. “Tell her that you’re
going to unlock her in a few minutes but you have to do some stuff
first. Tell her to be patient because she’ll get unlocked faster if
she waits to let you do it than if she has to go out and find
someone else and explain herself all over again.”
    There was a pause then he typed back, “Ok. I
did that.”
    I thought for a minute, then got an idea. I
typed, “Now, ask her to turn around. When she isn’t looking, you
grab her shirt and hide it. Do it quietly so that she doesn’t know
where you put it. You can unlock her after you’ve secured her
blouse. But don’t give the blouse back until you’ve talked to me
again.” I’ve known Rob for several years and I know that he’s a
pushover when it comes to women. I thought that he’d need my
guidance to keep the upper hand. I didn’t know that he’d
immediately understood the implications of taking the woman’s shirt
hostage and was already executing my plan even better than I
anticipated.
    Rob told the woman, “Turn around and clasp
your hands behind your neck.”
    She looked at him. “That’s going to hurt.
Raising my hands like that is going to push my breasts against the
tacks.”
    He shrugged. “You’re hurting now. It’ll only
take a few seconds to unlock your bra and then you’ll be free.”
    The woman laid her shirt across the back of a
nearby chair, turned and raised her hands to clasp them behind her
neck. She moaned loudly as she assumed the position. “Hurry. This
hurts like hell.”
    “Okay.” Rob could do better than to merely
hide the blouse, he carried it to his desk, threw it into a drawer
and locked it.
    “What are you doing?” the woman whimpered.
The tacks were punishing her severely now. She asked because she
could not see him when she was facing away and holding her head
straight with her hands clasped behind her neck.
    “Getting the combination,” he replied. “I
wrote it down.”
    “Five eight six nine,” the woman hissed
through clenched teeth. “You just had to ask.”
    “Oh, right.” Rob put his face close to the
lock and turned the rings to their proper position. His fingers
tingled where the brushed against the soft skin on the woman’s
back. He had never touched a woman as intimately as this
before.
    The spindle slipped out of the lock and the
ends of the bra strap came apart, slipping out of the loops at the
end of the shoulder strap. The woman lowered her hands and gingerly
pulled the cups off her breasts, whimpering softly as the points of
the tacks scraped against her tender flesh.
    She did not turn around until she had raised
her hands to cover her breasts, shielding her modesty from Rob’s
sight. The bra dangled from her right hand.
    He said, “I’d like to see that,” and took the
bra in his hand. She relaxed her fingers enough to let him take it
from her.
    The leather cups were stiffer than he
anticipated. Mostly because, as she had said, there were dozens of
thumbtacks glued to the inside of each cup, probably with a good
strong epoxy. They were packed so densely that almost no leather
could be seen between the broad heads. While he was examining the
torture device, she was scanning the room, looking for her shirt.
She wanted to cover herself and saw that it was not lying across
the back of the chair where she had put it.
    “Where’s my shirt?”
    “Umm. It’s safe. Don’t worry. I haven’t lost
it.”
    “Give it to me.”
    “Soon. Not right now. We’ve got some things
to discuss first.”
    “Give my shirt to me right now,” she snapped
in irritation, trying unsuccessfully to keep her fear from
showing.
    “Or what? You can leave if you want.”
    She looked down at her hands covering