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ResidentSadist -> RE: chains! (4/23/2012 10:07:18 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Kana
We (meaning I) like chains.
1-They are heavy
2-They are cold
3-They make those lovely clanking sounds
4-They have serious dungeon connotations that linger in the subconscious
5-She's a tussler and has trouble sitting still during beatings. Rope stretches. Chains don't. So We(I) prefer chains for strict immobilization.
Course, grins, I did a scene a few days back using only dental floss-I think she's still in agony from that :-)
I kept my slave padlocked on a 50 foot chain, just long enough to get the front door and yell for help if the place caught on fire. Occasionally it would make a clanking sound against the moldings when she walked around.
I lived on the second floor of an apartment complex once. A lovely place with an enclosed balcony over looking a small lake. The spare room was a sitting room/convertible dungeon and there was a cross in it. However, the room was set up in a western theme and the cross hung out in the open, on the wall, sideways. The sideways cross looked just like a corral fence with a lasso, bullwhip, gun holster and cow skull on it. The Master bedroom was fitted with a D ring for chaining up slaves at night.
Soon after the people downstairs moved out, the neighbor across the hall befriended us. After a week or so she says asks us about potatoes. She mentions that she doesn’t see any large quantity of potatoes and says, “I have to confess, I like you guys and the guy downstairs was pretty grumpy. He said all kinds of crazy things about hearing ‘the ghost of Christmas past’ rattling chains and strange thumping at all hours of the night. He said it sounded like you guys dropped sacks of potatoes on the floor at night over and over again.” …there she was, in the sitting room , under that sideways cross, asking about strange noises because she finally deemed us as sane.
Unknown to us, despite carpeting, the chain linkage clicking noise carried straight through the floor and apparently when flogging someone on the cross, it also carried as a rhythmic sound like potato sacks hitting the floor. We smiled and nodded at her while in full view of the cross and agreed that the guy downstairs was pretty goofy.
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