Chapter Four

Closet Case

“We advise our guests to place their valuables in the room safe. Additional secure space is in the locking close.”....hotel guidelines booklet.

An unadvertised feature of the Grand Hotel in Frankfurt was the large hanging closet with plenty of space for visiting guests to hang their clothes and store shoes and luggage. The closet had unusually heavy sliding wooden doors and it took some effort to move them from open to closed position. With the one side of this space devoted to hanging garments, an ironing board and iron, there was still considerable space unseen between this area and the other end of the closet, which contained a safe and shelves for folded clothing.

It was against this inside partition that Sidney found herself immovably bound. The partition had a chromed steel handle bolted in place at eye level, perhaps intended to hold some sort of hanging bag or luggage. About five feet below it was another U-shaped metal fitting, also of undetermined function, but sturdy enough to retain Sidney’s small feet and ankles which were closely cuffed together with two common handcuffs welded together to form a rigid double restraint. Her feet were then bound as well with braided Dacron rope that held them to the U-bolt. The rope also reached higher and secured her legs with single rope strands slightly below and above her knees. The long rope then went around her narrow waist, was tightly knotted and pulled through her black-thonged crotch, digging into her sex. Finally, it was knotted to the waist rope at the base of her spine. As she applied pressure to her legs, seeking some relief from the rope and cuffs, the crotch ropes tightened and further split her bisected sex, sending complicated signals to her brain. She was already terribly confused by the fear and anxieties about her capture and yet strangely stimulated by the careful and thorough binding that her captors applied to her unresisting body.

She already hated the fact that she dressed hurriedly that morning in the black nylon thong, a tiny, black, under-wired bra and thigh-top, stay-up black hose with a lacy pattern at the elastic top. It was, in her mind, bare minimum underwear in this warm, summer-like weather for this part of Germany and now she was sorry she hadn’t worn something that she considered to be a bit more modest.

They stripped her down to these basics quickly, cutting and tearing her T-shirt and skirt, pulling off her new boots and then making her stand still while they finished the job of immobilizing her.

Sydney’s head was wrapped in elastic bandages, sealing her eyes and mouth, which contained a pair of h