The Seamstress – December 2005
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The Seamstress – December 2005
“You do make restraints... for hospitals?”
“Yes, ma’am. Humane, comfortable, our designs are time tested. When properly adhered our systems inhibit the patient from harming himself... and others. But we don’t do custom work... not normally. Our stuff is more ‘one size fits all’.”
“I can more than reimburse for any costs. Just some enhancements to your normal design... for the wrists and ankles... and the neck.”
“We don’t make neck restraints.”
“It won’t be burdensome. Same shape as an ankle restraint only larger. Consider it a medical necessity. Like a neck brace for spinal injury.”
The seamstress glances at the offered drawings. She nods. Someone has measured to the millimeter.
“Quite similar to our base design. But the metal lining is unusual... with attached steel eyelets. No velcro. Added padding. And you want the stitching to be piano wire?”
“I want long term wearability, thus the thick layers of padding beneath the sheaths of metal. And as you may surmise, once in place these restraints cannot be cut with a knife or scissors. I’ll not want some interloper abruptly offering freedom. Long term bondage needs to be just that... long term.”
The seamstress notes the devilish smile and represses her own. It is common in her industry to receive orders that apparently are not to be shipped to hospitals, prisons and other such institutions. Home use? Ah, the world of kink...
But business is business. One asks few questions. Yet a custom order is unusual... and to be hand delivered and so brazenly discussed...
“Snaps to be added to the perimeter of the neck restraint?”
“For his hood. Being made as we speak. Thick layers of leather covering metal mesh with accouterments for additional restraint and sensory deprivation.”
The smile can no longer be suppressed. Years of sewing while imagining the mental torment of the bearer of her labors comes to a froth. The seamstress cloaks her giddiness but with flesh anserine, her reaction of lustful interest is apparent. Her sheepish look is returned by the knowing smile of her customer.
“Never used your own apparatus? You’re young. All women should experience the power of thorough restraint at least once. It can be intoxicating...”
- Writer
