"No, no no! Don't do this!" Nancy shrieked, clenching her fists under her chin, her eyes filled with tears of frustration. They just weren't listening, and she couldn't shake their resolve at all. She would have run, if she could. But Joani, standing behind her chair, had a tight grip on both shoulders, and was pressing down firmly. At her left side, Cindy had her fist doublewrapped good and tight in Nancy's long curling brown hair, holding her head back. And in front, standing over her, patiently waiting for this outburst to stop, Marly held the shiny metal handcuffs, swinging them gently to and fro between pinched fingertips.
"Yes, we will," Joani whispered in Nancy's ear.
Marly nodded confidently. "We can, and we will. Don't try to deceive us, Nancy. We know that you want to do this, very badly. We have your boyfriend Gregory's word for it, and we've read your personal journal over very carefully... "
Nancy's face reddened. With anger, and shame. How dare they!
My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing just how much she could getaway with doing some form of our bondage in public. She does this partly because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out of my tree. Usually, I'm able to fast talk my way out of potentially embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got me fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she accompanied me back to my place of work. I thought this slightly unusual, since she had never before expressed an interest in my work (electronic engineering,) but it didn't occur to me that she had something planned.