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I don't know if others are interested in this. It's an interview transcript with a woman who says her husband has kept her hands and arms fastened firmly behind her back (in a custom-made orthopedic device) without any break, day or night, for more than a decade.

She says she's happy with this arrangement, with no wish to be free.

I can't swear whether this is factual, or someone's creative writing. If it's real I suppose this would be a nightmare for some. Maybe a dream for others.

Here's the text:

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    Well, this worked into a regular affair. I’d come to his place all tied up and he’d take off my panties and I’d lie down on his couch. He hypnotized me, I mean really. He had this little light and I’d look at it. There wasn’t any other light in the room and I’d look at this light and it seemed as though I couldn’t look away when I wanted to. Only, of course, I didn’t really want to look away.

    
He’d talk to me real quiet-like and all the time he’d be playing with my pussy, with his hands, you know. Lordy Lord, how I loved to feel his hands on me down there!

    
Now the things he’d be telling me sort of all followed the same kind of pattern. You know what I mean. He’d say a bunch of things that were true, like I was all tied up and couldn’t do a thing but this felt kind of nice to have his hand there. It was dark and quiet and it was real nice to lie back and this way and let him do the things he was doing. And then he’d say things, like about how I really liked to have my arms tied behind me because it felt good to be helpless – and somehow, because he said it, it was true. I did like it. I enjoyed being all tied up that way and having him play with me. Lordy Lord, who wouldn’t like a thing like that?

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I don't know if others are interested in this. It's an interview transcript with a woman who says her husband has kept her hands and arms fastened firmly behind her back (in a custom-made orthopedic device) without any break, day or night, for more than a decade.

She says she's happy with this arrangement, with no wish to be free.

I can't swear whether this is factual, or someone's creative writing. If it's real I suppose this would be a nightmare for some. Maybe a dream for others.

Here's the text:

sta.sh/063rgmzwegx

Excerpt:

    Well, this worked into a regular affair. I’d come to his place all tied up and he’d take off my panties and I’d lie down on his couch. He hypnotized me, I mean really. He had this little light and I’d look at it. There wasn’t any other light in the room and I’d look at this light and it seemed as though I couldn’t look away when I wanted to. Only, of course, I didn’t really want to look away.

    
He’d talk to me real quiet-like and all the time he’d be playing with my pussy, with his hands, you know. Lordy Lord, how I loved to feel his hands on me down there!

    
Now the things he’d be telling me sort of all followed the same kind of pattern. You know what I mean. He’d say a bunch of things that were true, like I was all tied up and couldn’t do a thing but this felt kind of nice to have his hand there. It was dark and quiet and it was real nice to lie back and this way and let him do the things he was doing. And then he’d say things, like about how I really liked to have my arms tied behind me because it felt good to be helpless – and somehow, because he said it, it was true. I did like it. I enjoyed being all tied up that way and having him play with me. Lordy Lord, who wouldn’t like a thing like that?
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Some folks here seem to like these fun auction photos from the 1970s.

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They're stills from a movie.

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I hope the women had fun playing out this auction scenario. They all look really amazing and beautiful.

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If anyone wants to see more, you can do a reverse image lookup and I think you'll find a half dozen or so. Some more images from this series are here: forum.oneclickchicks.com/showt…

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    It was the day before all the women were hanged. Lucy and others were riding in a van.

    Over the centuries many traditions evolved for a hanging. The condemned could choose a last meal. They’d be clothed, and their hands would not be restrained until the last part of the preparations. They'd have a chance to say a few last words to the assembled crowd. If there was more than one hanging in a day, those who would hang later would not have to see those who go ahead of them.

    These were honored traditions that were always followed closely. But they applied only to men. None of those traditions applied to women.

    For those who volunteer for the Gallows Day, there was supposed to be a bright side. The girls get a shopping trip the day before they go.

    The local department store opened early for these shopping sprees – the sales clerks were at their stations, and the girls who are going to hang are allowed to make their purchases.

    For those who work at the store, it was a special day. They would usually wear their best clothes – the younger and prettier female employees made it a point to wear their skimpiest outfits and best makeup, each one trying to look sexier than the other. It was a day of fun and excitement.

    The girls to be hanged were in the charge of a young deputy, Matt. Lucy suspected this assignment to go shopping was unpopular with the male deputies. So it fell to Matt as the youngest and most junior of all. He was about the same age as Lucy, but seemed younger to her. He seemed young to wear the star pinned on his flannel shirt or to carry the big, old revolver on his hip.

    Matt’s girlfriend Andrea had also come along. She was there to help with the shopping – she was there to help carry the packages and help the other girls reach the merchandise they wanted to look at. Lucy couldn’t help staring at the blue cotton dress Andrea was wearing, and the way she would use her hands to gesture as she talked. There was nothing really unusual about Andrea’s dress – except that it brought to mind the simple pleasure of getting dressed in the morning which was just a distant memory to Lucy, along with the great feeling of having her hands free of the hateful handcuffs she had to wear much of the time.

    Lucy felt the whole tradition of shopping for a hanging was ridiculous. She didn’t want to shop, and she didn’t want to be out in public with restraints and no clothes. But the other women seemed happy. They chatted among themselves about what they were going to buy. They didn’t act like they minded being nude and they didn’t act like they minded their handcuffs much. Lucy didn’t want to be left out. And in a way she felt glad the other women seemed to be enjoying themselves - after all it was their last day on earth and it's nice if they can have some fun. She didn’t want to diminish the enjoyment of the others. So she listened and talked and tried to act as if it was a big day for her as well.

    The ground rules were simple – the women had a budget from the town government to buy whatever they wanted. Women could wear anything to their hanging – as long as it didn’t cover any part of their breasts, shoulder or neck area, or cover any part of the groin or buttocks area.

    When they got to the store, the feeling for Lucy was surreal. When they were in the prison together and all kept handcuffed for large blocks of time, it almost started to feel a little "normal" to Lucy since the other girls around her were kept the same way. But now, to walk into a department store, was almost more than Lucy could bear. She never felt so helpless and so exposed – she was extremely conscious of the way her breasts bobbled as she walked in the door and down the center aisle of the store. She tugged as hard as ever at her cuffs hoping for some relief from their grip, but they didn’t give.

    On the other hand there were some comforting and familiar feelings as well. She and her friends had come here many times before to shop – if she could close her eyes and imagine, she could almost pretend they had come to pick out a prom dress or clothes for a new year at school as she'd done in the past.

    The store was closed to the public, but with all the store employees present at their stations it didn’t feel empty. The men, as usual, were often speechless at the sight of the women as they walked down the aisle. Lucy noticed their slack-jawed, blank expression as they ogled the women walking by, staring mostly at their breasts. Obviously all higher thought processes had vanished from their brains at the sight of naked women. Lucy almost had to giggle to herself at their straight-forward reaction – men were just so simple and direct.

    The female store employees were different -- they’d look at the face and eyes and also run their eyes over all the bodies of the naked women, hair, shoulders, breasts, waist, hips, legs and more.

    They headed for the first stop, the lingerie department. Jo wanted a pair of black stockings and a garter belt. The other women had their own goals also, like a skimpy, short little corset or some sheer, thigh-high stockings with a black seam up the back. As they walked past the clothing displays Lucy looked longingly at the racks of clothing. A pair of jeans on a shelf looked like heaven. She would have traded anything just to put on some jeans again for an hour. But it was not allowed. Even the tiniest thong panties looked good to Lucy – they just sat there on the shelf and mocked her, making her feel more naked than ever.

    The women made their selections. Lucy chose a pair of thigh-high stockings in dark grey, with ruffles at the top. Then they were off to the shoe department.

    The women’s shoe department was well stocked. The manager personally brought out various styles to show. All the women talked among themselves about what kind of style they wanted, and how high the heels should be. The more they talked and looked at the options the higher the heels became. By the time they were done, each woman had a pair with such a dangerously high spiked heel it would have been hard to stand or walk if their hands were not tied, and much harder still with no way to use their arms for balance. They all agreed they didn’t have far to walk, and they wanted to look their best tomorrow. Lucy groaned at the idea of having to stand for long or walk far in those shoes. But on the other hand she had to admit they looked fantastic.

    They spent awhile at some makeup counters, choosing lipstick and a few other cosmetics. Lucy got talked into a shade of dramatically bright red lipstick. She was almost shocked to find herself agreeing to such an eye-catching shade. But in the end it didn’t take a great deal of persuasion from the other women – Lucy knew when the clerk put it on her that it looked great.

    Then it was on to the last stop, the hair stylist. The girls where chatting with more and more excitement. It was becoming quite a turn-on to realize they had whole store to themselves with every staff member focused only for them – it was an ultimate shopping fantasy. Even Lucy had to admit it was fun to be the only customers in the store. Matt looked at his watch, and gamely accompanied all the girls to the next stop.

    Andrea was clearly having a great time. She talked with each of the girls, and made suggestions. She admired their selections, and got advice about what she should buy. She was enjoying the trip so much that she bought stockings for herself, and picked out a pair of shoes also when Matt said it was okay to include her items on the city credit card he’d been given. At first it was hard for Lucy to accept Andrea’s presence on the shopping trip – Lucy resented the fact that Andrea was clothed and her hands were free. But Andrea proved to be so bubbly and so pleasant that after a short time it felt like she was "one of the girls" and Lucy was glad she was there.

    All five of the girls sat down to have their hair done. Tradition dictated that all the girls have their hair cut short, or at least pinned up, so their neck would be clear and unobstructed. Lucy rebelled at this – there was no way she would allow her long blond hair to be cut. This caused quite a discussion among all the women. In the end the women all reached a compromise. Lucy agreed to have her hair braided into a thick ponytail with a decorative ribbon.

    The hair stylists put clear plastic capes over each of the women before starting their work. For Lucy, the cape felt great – it was the first piece of "clothing" she’d worn all week. Even though it was transparent it felt nice around her shoulders, bringing back memories of clothes she’d enjoyed in the past. Pleasant thoughts helped put her more at ease. Next she bent over the sink so the stylist could wash and condition her hair. For Lucy this was the highlight of the trip. She closed her eyes and felt the warm water running through her hair. She felt the hands of the stylists as she worked in the shampoo, then rinsed it thoroughly, and went on to the conditioner. It was heavenly, and she wished it would never end. Lucy kept her eyes shut and felt all the familiar smells and sensations of having her hair done as she’d had it done in the past. For a few minutes she forgot about being naked, and handcuffed, and she forgot about tomorrow.

    After their hair was done the last step arrived. The women could ask for whatever trimming or waxing they wanted. Lucy asked to be totally bare – she felt women, including herself, look best that way.

    It was over all too soon and they all got up to leave. There were too many packages for Andrea to carry, so she handed some of them off to Matt. The five girls and Matt started walking back to the exit. Andrea was the only female who wasn’t wearing cuffs. But she walked along holding her hands clasped behind her back as if to get the feeling of what it was like to be handcuffed in public, and to show solidarity with the other four.

    It was now late morning and the store was getting ready to open to the public. As they exited the front door Lucy saw with a shock that a small crowd had gathered. She just wanted to hurry to their van and get out of sight, but it didn’t work that way. The girls had to wait on the sidewalk while Matt laconically strolled across the parking lot to the van, picked up four sets of leg irons, and slowly strolled back. He started to put one of the hobbles on each of the women.

    "Can I help?" Andrea asked cheerfully.

    "Sure," Matt said, and handed her two of the hobbles.

    Lucy was glad that it was Andrea, not Matt, who bent down in front of her to put the irons on her ankles. Lucy spread her legs a bit, so that Andrea could put the hobbles on her easily.

    The irons had only a short length of chain between the two ankle cuffs. A girl could walk, but only slowly, with many short steps. Lucy had heard some men say that the slow, short steps for naked, handcuffed girl gave a very attractive sway to the breasts. "Men!" she thought with a combination of disgust and a chuckle, ". . . always thinking about just one thing."

    One by one the girls were slowly escorted to the van, until they were all seated inside, buckled in, and driven back to the jail.

    Lucy was glad to be back at the lockup, out of the public eye. It was about noon, and there was not much to do before tomorrow but wait – the preparations were complete. All the girls were led back to their individual cells. All the women got a few hours to be free of their cuffs, but they were warned it would only be for a short time - then they'd be cuffed until the next day. Lucy hated the idea of being cuffed all night, but there was nothing she could do about it. And a few hours later, sure enough, one of the guards put the restraints back on her.

    Later that afternoon she thought she heard someone new coming into the jail. But she couldn't be sure.

    Not much happened that evening and that night. Lucy tried to lay on her cot and relax. But she was too agitated and too uncomfortable to get more than a little sleep. Her sense of time was confused -- in some ways time seemed to be creeping by very slowly but in other ways she felt like her last night was racing by.

    Morning came early.

    The guards tapped on the cell doors, then got all the women up.

    A few of the female guards were there. Andrea was there also, with her friend Judy, who was a clerk for the Judge.

    To Lucy’s pleasant surprise, the handcuffs were removed. All four were led naked to the showers, were they were washed up. Lucy felt like a little child. Judy was with her, washing her down. Lucy didn’t have to do anything but stand there almost limp in the warm water. Judy washed her body, raising each of her arms to wash her better.

    When the showers were over, the four women were dried off and led to a bench.

    Their hands were tied with rope. Lucy had been wearing handcuffs for a week with only a few breaks. For her, the hemp felt scratchy and unfamiliar, but Judy knew what she was doing and the rope was very snug – it wouldn’t be coming off. Steel handcuffs were quick and effective, especially the female-sized cuffs typically used on the women. But long tradition in the old west dictated their wrists should be tied with hemp for the actual hanging.

    Judy helped Lucy put on the stockings and shoes and makeup they had bought the day before. The human touch felt great. Andrea was helping Kate get ready, and a couple of the female guards helped Jo and Sally.

    After awhile, the four were led outside to the holding area at the base of the gallows. Each walked slowly and carefully. There was no need to rush and it was hard to walk in their heels with arms tied back. Anyway, the slow walk from the jail to the gallows was part of the overall show for the crowd -- it was a chance for eager spectators go get their first good looks at the women.

    To Lucy the gallows looked huge, dark and foreboding. She just tried not to think about it too much.

    Someone had used chalk to mark out a small box on the ground, to show their waiting area. It was near the base of the gallows – each girl would have a close-up view of the action until it was her time to walk up the steps.

    Some joker had placed a sign near one corner of the box, saying "Please wait behind the line until your name is called."

    A crowd had already gathered, and gradually growing.

    All the girls were surprised to see that the first hanging was to be someone new – someone from out of town. None of them had known about the new girl. Furthermore, the new girl was wearing a dress. To the others who had been naked for weeks, this caused a real problem. There was anger and agitation. For the first time, it looked like the deputies might have a mutiny on their hands, or some of the four might turn hostile. It took quick thinking on the part of one of the senior deputies to explain that the dress was only temporary – it was simply needed to make this new girl go along with the program, and would be torn away at the first opportunity.

    This helped calm the situation, but only a little. The four women remained resentful and agitated that someone else was wearing clothing while they had none, and even though they all remained in place, they were all worked up about this.

    A more somber mood returned to the holding box as the lengthy preparations came to an end. The new girl, Penny, didn’t seem very willing. But in the end, Penny went along – they got the noose over her and positioned her on one of the sets of trapdoors.

    Lucy knew that the girls in the holding box were required to face the gallows and watch all that happened, from set-up to conclusion. One of the big female guards was standing behind the girls with a switch, ready to deliver a swift "swat" on any girl who looked away. The first stroke might fall on the back of the legs – the second stroke might fall on the belly or the breasts or some place even more sensitive. Lucy watched everything going on.

    The actual hanging was very vivid. Lucy could see every gesture and hear every gurgle as the new girl fought the rope. The hangman had tied the rope for slow strangulation. To the girls waiting in the holding box it seemed like hours, as they saw Penny struggle and they got an up-close look at what was in store for them.

    A few men gave her a good hard banging while she was helpless. The hardest thrusts were just enough for her to gulp some air, which only prolonged her agony.

    Finally the Judge drove his sharpened walking stick up inside Penny to finish her off. Still, her body kept jerking for quite awhile until it was finally still.

    While all this was going on, yet another new girl had arrived. Lucy’s feet and calves were already hurting from the shoes she was wearing, and she dreaded the feeling of more time like this. But on the other hand, she really didn’t mind hearing they’d all wait a bit longer while this second new girl, Marsha, took her turn with a noose.

    Lucy never really heard the full story about how Marsha came to be there. Evidently she was visiting town with her new boyfriend, and he had been telling her in detail about the town tradition of female hangings that take place one day each summer. Maybe he’d been trying to recruit her to participate. In the end, Marsha said she’d do it, but only if it happened right away – she wouldn’t allow any delays for second thoughts. Faced with this option, the Judge agreed to take her on for a hanging very quickly.

    The girls in the holding box were glad to see Marsha was naked like they were, with her hands bound and wearing heels.

    Marsha’s hanging proceeded smoothly – as smoothly as one can see the life taken from a gorgeous, healthy strong young woman. Each hanging followed a certain script, yet each one was completely different – the struggles and mannerism of each girl were unique to that person.

    The day was getting on and there were still four hangings to go. Lucy wondered if they would all get done that day.

    Kate’s name was called next. Kate showed a nervous smile. She turned to the others, saying "Good luck to you all – be brave." She gulped and walked slowly up the stairs.

    Kate’s preparation for hanging went smoothly.

    When the trap doors first opened on Kate, she didn’t move much. For just an instant, Lucy thought that maybe the hanging wouldn’t work. Maybe Kate was so strong and could stay so still that the noose wouldn’t tighten around her neck, and the hanging wouldn’t work. Didn’t some circus performers hang by their neck in their acts, and live? But at almost the instant this thought came to Lucy, she knew it was nonsense. Kate jerked her body a bit, flexing her legs in an unnatural-looking way, and made a slight jerking motions with her hands. It was just the start of a build-up to a long, intense struggle. And in the end the rope won – it always did. After what seemed like a very long time Kate finally hung limp and lifeless, twisting and swaying slightly as she hung for her allotted time.

    When time was up her body was dropped on the ground in a heap, then tossed into the waiting wagon next to Marsha's corpse.

    By then it was past lunch time. The Judge called an adjournment until after lunch, when the hangings would resume.

    Lucy, Jo and Sally were allowed a short break inside the jail building, then brought back out to the holding box. Lucy was relieved to see that a bench had been placed in the box so they could sit a bit – Lucy’s legs were hurting and she felt she’d fall over if force to stand any longer.

    They didn’t want any food and only a little water.

    Andrea and Judy came by to talk with the girls in the holding box.

    "You look really tense, sweetheart" Andrea said to Lucy, putting her hand on Lucy's shoulder.

    "I am," said Lucy, nodding.

    "I would be in your situation," said Andrea. "Let me see if I can help you with that."

    As Lucy sat on the bench, her hands still tied like Jo and Sally, Andrea gave her a vigorous massage of her shoulders, neck and back. It felt absolutely amazing. Lucy could just close her eyes to feel the warmth of the touch of another person, and feel the immense tension in her body reduced a bit.

    Andrea wrapped up the massage by cupping Lucy’s breasts and kneading them roughly. Then she gave a playful, hard pinch on each nipple that made Lucy shudder and yelp, but also smile. Then Andrea finished up by stroking her neck and giving a single kiss between her shoulder blades. The feelings were fantastic for Lucy. She blushed. When Andrea was done she stepped away.

    After the lunch break the bench was taken away and it was Sally’s turn on the gallows. Again, the process went on with all its horror and fascination for those watching. Again, there was a long, hard struggle with the rope.

    After it was over, Lucy could only marvel at Sally’s body as it slowly twisted and hung the full allotted time. One moment she had been so full of warmth and life, and now her body hung limp and lifeless. The nipples on Sally’s breasts were engorged and hard – they stuck out in an obscene way, as if the body was still aroused. And occasionally the body made a jerky spasm as it slowly twisted. Lucy knew these were just post-mortem reactions, but they bothered her anyway. Lucy wondered if her body would do the same things.

    Finally the full time had passed – Sally’s body was dropped to the ground, and thrown on the back of the wagon on top of Marsha and Kate like an old, discarded roll of carpet.

    Lucy knew her time was getting short. She braced herself for what she knew was coming.

    The hangman called their names.

    She gave a nervous smile to Jo. She walked over to the base of the stairs, paused, took a few deep breaths, and started her one-way climb.

(edited March 20, 2017)

GALLOWS DAY AT THE OLD WEST FESTIVAL Part 3
Comments are welcome. 

This is part of a longer story in several parts.

Part 1 is here:

GALLOWS DAY AT THE OLD WEST FESTIVAL Part 1    “Just step this way sweetie,” said the hangman, holding an open noose. His voice was warm – Lucy had imaged he’d bark out harsh commands like an angry drill sergeant.
    She stepped slowly as she reached the top of the stairs. “Ugh – I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she thought for the millionth time.
    She walked carefully on the uneven wooden surface, worried she’d trip or her knees would buckle. When she was standing next to the hangman she closed her eyes, nodded a few times rapidly, and then lifted her chin to indicate she was ready for the noose.
    He eased the rope over her head, pulled her braided pony tail out from inside the noose, and pulled it snug around her neck.
    The rope was thick, with prickly hairs that tickled the bare skin of her neck. She opened her eyes. Standing high on the gallows platform she could see people milling around in the town squar


Part 2 is here: 

GALLOWS DAY AT THE OLD WEST FESTIVAL Part 2    [Excerpt: As the women got near the gallows and got a good look, some of their bravery and confidence seemed to fade. But still they kept walking.]
THIS IS PART 2. A LINK TO PART 1 IS BELOW.
    Back in 1875 horse thieves must hang. Everybody knew that. So when two thieves were caught outside of town along with their girlfriends, it was only a matter or working out a few simple details.
    The new judge in town said there should be a trial. People grumbled that this wasn't necessary. But the judge promised he'd make it quick, and then the guilty would hang.
    True to his word, the trial went fast. The young men sat in court and looked nervous, but stoic. The girlfriends sat behind them, in the spectator’s gallery. They looked worried too. They whispered a lot to each other about what was going on.
    Katie was the smaller of the two but a bit older and a bit bolder. Ann was a bit taller, slim, and more often quiet.
 


I might post other parts of the story here later if others are interested.

It's probably obvious to most of you I was inspired by this mother and daughter image, which always seemed fascinating: 

Z17a by DjEtla

If you don't know the "Tightrope Zone" story, you can click on the image above and you'll find a link for the full story.
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For those who like Dolcett's artwork, one of his stories has been made into a live action movie.

It's based on his story, "A Current Affair." A young woman agrees (somewhat reluctantly) to be fastened naked to an electric chair and "go all the way" on it in front of a wealthy audience for their entertainment, with money going to charity.

Dolcett's work is dark. But I think it has a bit of humor that keeps it from being TOO serious.

The movie version is about 13 minutes. The link is here:

motherless.com/BB3E728

(I don't think DA will let this link work if you click on it. But anyone can copy and paste this link, or paste this link: motherless.com/BB3E728 . Or you can search for this movie by its title, "Dolcett Tales 1.")

I like the first half of the movie best, when she gets an explanation about exactly what she's being asked to do. As she learns the details she's not exactly happy, but not exactly unwilling. The actress does a good job -- I hope she had fun playing this role.

For a link to Dolcett's original story, click here:

Km01 by DjEtla
I think this is a charming little anecdote (about 1.5 pages) about extended bondage in a leather single glove.

CORSETS, COLLARS AND CHAINS - Part III - European

I can't swear if it's mostly true or not. It might be.

Here's my short summary for those who want it: 

     Charles Ardmore loved for his beautiful young wife Yelinda to be in bondage.

     She had a several single-glove restraints, in different colors and made with different types of leather. They held her arms strictly behind her back. He had her were one each day for his pleasure, usually a few hours a day.

     When he had to leave town on business he left strict orders with her maid that his wife should be restrained each day.

     The two women disagreed about exactly what he meant. Yelinda said her husband wanted her to wear the single-glove each day for a few hours, to stay in practice with the restraints. But the maid said he meant for Yelinda to wear it all day, every day, from the time she got up until the time she went to bed at night. The maid was adamant that she had her orders and she wouldn’t listen to any other point of view. So early each morning she placed Yelinda snugly in an arm binder and kept it on her until bedtime.

     Yelinda was staying with her mother in law, Lady Ardmore, for much of this time. Lady Ardmore offered to try to clear up her son’s intentions.

     She wrote to get more information.  Since her son and her husband were in India on business (for 2 years), it took several months to get a reply.

     Her son Charles said he only meant for Yelinda to wear the single glove a few hours a day, to stay familiar with the feelings of being restrained. But now that the maid had established a new pattern that had been in place for a few months already, he decided it made sense to continue for his wife to be restrained all of her waking hours every day until he returned. In addition, he said he wanted her to practice getting sleep in her restraint too.

     Lady Ardmore had her own single-glove restraint. She had her maid put it on her from time to time. She liked how it looked and she liked the feelings. She would sometimes wear it for formal dinner parties and other special occasions. But she said it was only enjoyable for the first 1-2 hours. After that it started to became very uncomfortable. Once she wore it for seven hours – she said that was an agony she never wants to go through again. She said she can only imagine what her daughter in law must have been going through, wearing a snug single-glove armbinder 13-15 hours a day, every day, with no chance for a break or a day off, plus wearing it all night in bed every other night also.

(For the exact text of this story and a link to more information, click the link above.)

I love this ponygirl photo. It got me inspired to write a little tale.

Pony Carting 2 By Kantaka66-d6avzkk Caption by DjEtla

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I hope folks won't mind if I occasionally share an image I like here. I saw this the other day -- I think it's really fun and pretty.

C3UR2DDWEAA1GCB - Gene Oryx by DjEtla

The photographer is Gene Oryx. His work is easy to find on the web and there's a lot to like in his work.
I came across a photo the other day that I think is really fun and pretty -- just thought I'd share for those who are interested and haven't seen this.

Legs  Co around 1979 by DjEtla

I'm told this is the dance troupe "Legs & Co." which was part of the BBC show Top of the Pops from around 1976 to 1981.
I took down a couple of my stories because they seemed to be the less popular ones, and I didn't want them to draw attention from those that seem to be more popular. They're still available here: 

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    [Excerpt: As the women got near the gallows and got a good look, some of their bravery and confidence seemed to fade. But still they kept walking.]

THIS IS PART 2. A LINK TO PART 1 IS BELOW.

    Back in 1875 horse thieves must hang. Everybody knew that. So when two thieves were caught outside of town along with their girlfriends, it was only a matter or working out a few simple details.

    The new judge in town said there should be a trial. People grumbled that this wasn't necessary. But the judge promised he'd make it quick, and then the guilty would hang.

    True to his word, the trial went fast. The young men sat in court and looked nervous, but stoic. The girlfriends sat behind them, in the spectator’s gallery. They looked worried too. They whispered a lot to each other about what was going on.

    Katie was the smaller of the two but a bit older and a bit bolder. Ann was a bit taller, slim, and more often quiet.

    As the trial was winding down, the judge said he needed a few minutes in his chambers to put things in writing.

    While everyone was waiting, the sheriff came up to the young women and told them the judge wanted to see them in his chambers. They were nervous about this unexpected turn of events but didn't want to annoy the judge by asking questions. So they went with the sheriff.

    The judge was waiting for them. The sheriff joined them for the conversation. Another young woman was there too -- the judge's secretary, a beautiful young woman who sat still with no smile, reflecting the seriousness of the situation.

    The judge asked the women if they'd ever seen a hanging. Neither had. He said it's a gruesome process, watching the condemned struggle and kick their life away while swaying and strangling. Depending on how the knot is tied, and other variables, it could go on quite a long time.

    Both women quickly decided they were being asked for sex to prevent or at least delay the executions of their boyfriends. But if they were being asked for sex why did the judge allow his secretary to sit in? That was odd. Would she be in on whatever perverted desires the judge had in mind?

    The judge put that notion to rest. He told the women they’re there to make a decision. If they’d plead guilty to the thefts the judge said he'd find the men not guilty and let them go.

    The two of them asked for a while to talk and decide. The judge said, "I'll give you two minutes. Decide quickly. Also, if you hang you'll be naked -- something to think about."

    On top of everything else that was an extra shock.

    They talked quickly. In the end they agreed. Both felt scared, but felt good to save their boyfriends.

    The judge found them guilty right there in his chambers. He signed off on the verdicts, and signed their death warrants, and set their execution for one week. Then he told them to go with the sheriff to the local jail.

    The judge went back to the courtroom to deliver the news and tell the accused young men they were free to go.

    People in town weren't sure what to make of all this. They'd get their hangings. So while it was an odd outcome most folks accepted it. Many of them started to look forward to the spectacle of the hanged women.

    The women were scared. They were stunned and pale as could be. They didn't resist the sheriff and walked with him to the jail. The jail had two small cells. The sheriff asked if they wanted to be locked up separate or together. They said together. The cell was small -- just big enough to hold a cot, and a bucket for a latrine, and not much more. They both stepped inside. The sheriff closed the heavy door with a solid “clunk,” and applied a heavy padlock. He tugged hard on the padlock several times to show that it was secure.

    After their close brush with death the young men wanted to get out of town promptly. By that evening they had new girlfriends -- a beautiful pair of sisters who were highly adventurous and eager to leave small town life behind to be with these dashing outlaws. By later that night the four were all many miles away, moving onward. By leaving so fast the guys wanted to ensure the judge could not change his mind, and no lynching party would get them either.

    The women had nothing to do but sit and talk, sleep when possible, and try to comfort each other. The only nice feature they enjoyed, other than their mutual company, were the meals. The sheriff’s wife was a great cook. She took pity on the girls and brought them a wonderful food. She also made sure they had enough water and soap to clean themselves and their clothes. And she made sure they had a broom and mop and water so they could keep the cell tidy each day.

    Outside, they could hear workmen erecting a scaffold.

    Within a day or so their worst fears started to fade. Both of the girls were high spirited and they helped each other get a good attitude. Soon they could smile and laugh a little, and flirt with the jail guards.

    As the end of the week approached, they could laugh and think about putting on a show that people in town would never forget.

    With about 24 hours left they told the sheriff they were ready to give up all their clothing and made him take all of it. They knew the word would get around town that the girls locked in the jail were naked. Sure enough, that gossip spread fast and it piqued the interest of people in town even more.

    The night was chilly, as it often is in the desert. They partly regretted their decision to give away all their clothing. But they took it as a fun challenge to stay as warm as possible. The cell had a single blanket. They wrapped it around both of them together as best they could and snuggled together for warmth.

    On the day of the hangings the girls did not disappoint. After a light breakfast —- just coffee and a biscuit -– they both let the sheriff tie their hands very tightly, and elbows too, forcing their shoulders back and chests outward. They both giggled and laughed at this, and waited in the cell together. As midday got closer it was time to make the short walk to the gallows. They stepped out boldly.

    As the women got near the gallows and got a good look, some of their bravery and confidence seemed to fade. But still they kept walking.

    In the end they put on a terrific show. Everyone in town agreed they'd never seen hangings like these. The girls willingly walked up the steps, willingly lifted their heads up when the nooses were put in place, and exchanged some sideways glances and grins. When the trap door opened they fell only a few inches -- the ropes were very short. Both put up terrific struggles.

    When the struggles were done, the bodies were left on display to twist and sway in the sun and the hot western breeze for a day. Spectators could watch and ogle the young women as much as they wanted. Finally, after sunset, they were cut down and fell on the ground with a big "thud!" They were taken away and buried at the boot hill, still naked with their hands and arms tied back.

                   *     *     *

    In the 1950s the town began having an annual "Old West" festival. It proved to be fun and good for business -- folks would visit from all around and spend money in local hotels, stores, restaurants, and bars. Many dressed in 19th century clothing. Food, drink and music flowed freely.

    A reenactment of the 1875 hangings was part of the festival right from the start and was always popular. The replica hangings were held in a part of the old town where ages of the spectators could be checked and young folks kept out.

    The town used to hire a magician. He would bring out two naked assistants, take plenty of time putting them on display and then getting them all set up. He’d “hang” them one at a time. Each would put on a vigorous “struggle” before she “died.” It was tough to get the illusion right because of the safety gear and precautions. But the crowd didn’t care – they loved it anyway. When the execution illusion was done right it brought out lots of powerful emotions in those who wanted to watch – from shock, worry, sadness and empathy to lust, admiration, and fascination.

    In the late 1970s the festival organizers discovered to their shock and surprise it was possible to get a real-life volunteer who'd actually hang. The town judge handled all the paperwork to keep it legal. A new tradition was born.

    Of course, real volunteers were always very rare and scarce. But every year at least one or two willing women would always come forward. The annual hangings were popular and continued to draw good crowds.

    Young women in town would often joke about the hangings. Someone having a rough day could laugh with her friends and say, "Oh my God I am definitely volunteering for the festival this year!"

    Sometimes a young woman might say with more seriousness or sadness, "I think I'll volunteer this year."

    Nearly always, women who talked this way didn't mean it. It was just a casual fantasy of escape, or a way to vent some frustration about the normal ups and downs of daily life. But occasionally someone really meant it -- she could work through the local judge and sheriff to set up the process.

                   *     *     *

    Technically, once the paperwork is done the execution is legal and women aren't allowed to back out. They were expected to walk on their own from the jail to a holding area at the base of the gallows. They were expected to wait there until their name was called. This could be for an hour or much longer, so everyone in the crowd had time to see and ogle the naked, bound women as much as they wanted. When it was their turn they were expected to walk up the stairs on their own.

    Throughout the process, they were expected to keep a smile and good attitude as much as possible, to put on a good show for the crowd, and not speak unless spoken to. The hangman would take care of everything else. Typically they're scared as the day approaches. But usually they were stoic, if not always upbeat, and there were few problems getting them play their part in the process.

    Some spectators said the display and setup process was the best part. They liked the anticipation. The women on display at the base of the gallows often had vastly different reactions. It was a lot of fun to see the different personalities. Some were nervous and looked unhappy or at least uncomfortable being naked and bound and viewed by the crowd while they waited to take their turn with a noose. Others seemed to have mixed feelings and wanted to make a positive impression. They seemed to try hard to keep a nervous smile and a positive body posture, trying hard to keep their head up and shoulders back, and breathe deep for all to see. A few other women seemed to love being bare and bound and put on display – they were obviously soaking up the attention and having a great time.

    When there were several women waiting to hang it was also fun to watch their interactions. One bold woman in the group seemed to help the more timid ones smile and feel a bit more cheerful.

    When a woman heard her name called there were a variety of reactions. Some got pale. Some gave a nervous sigh. Others could manage some kind of smile. All were expected to walk to the bottom of the stairs and make the one-way journey up to the gallows platform.

    Once a few years ago, one young woman, Cindy, seemed truly terrified. She totally lost her composure as her time approached. When her name was called she shrieked and cried and threw herself on the ground, crying "No! No! No!"

    The sheriff and his deputies didn't know what to do. They considered dragging her up the stairs to the gallows and making her hang. But after a quick discussion with the judge they decided against this. They untied the ropes holding her arms behind her back and told her she wouldn't have to hang. This calmed her a lot, although she was still distraught. Someone put a blanket around her naked body. A young female deputy walked her back to the town jail to regain her composure, collect her clothing and be released back to her home.

    There were two other gorgeous women waiting to be hanged that year. So there was plenty of spectacle for the crowd to see and enjoy. The audience didn't feel too cheated.

    Cindy made an appointment to meet with the judge and the sheriff two weeks later.

    When she arrived for her appointment she made quite a different impression – she was calm and poised. She spoke clearly. She was dressed in a beautiful short dark dress, black hose, and lovely black patent leather pumps.

    She explained why she was so upset. She said she expected her boyfriend to attend but he wasn’t there. This was really disturbing and upsetting for her since he was the one who first brought up the idea for her and it was partly with the idea of pleasing him that she had volunteered.

    She apologized profusely for letting her emotions get the better of her. She said she was willing to hang at the festival next year. She promised to do it with great enthusiasm and a big smile, and give the audience a really good show.

    The judge was angry at her for making such a scene at the festival. But outwardly he kept his cool. He felt it was important for Cindy to hang, to keep up the precedent that volunteers aren't allowed to back out.

    The paperwork as all in order. The judge told Cindy he could set up a hanging within the next hour or two if Cindy was agreeable with that.

    She was stunned and shocked at the idea. She gulped. She thought for a moment, and opened her mouth as if to speak. Then she thought better of it, and closed her mouth. With a big sigh she nodded and said “Okay.”

    The judge called his clerk Katy into the room. He told her there’d be a hanging that afternoon. Judge Peterson planned to use a large old oak tree a few miles outside of town. Rumor had it this tree was used for some hasty hangings in the old west days, and the judge liked tradition.

    The sheriff left to get a wagon and a few deputies to help with the process.

    Katy nodded. She looked at Cindy kindly, put her hand on Cindy’s shoulder and said, “Whatever things you leave here I’ll make sure get back to your kin, sweetheart.” She stepped out of the room.

    Cindy said softly to Judge Peterson, “I need to get undressed, don’t I?”

    He nodded.

    Cindy slipped out of her clothing piece by piece. She folded her clothes neatly and put them on a chair. When she was down to her bra, panties and shoes she stood up, hesitated a moment, and took a few deep breaths for courage. She knew it was okay to keep her shoes on. She removed the other two items.

    Instinctively she wanted to cover the front of her body with her arms. But she decided this was not a good idea. With great willpower she forced herself to keep her arms at her sides.

    Katy came in the office carrying three pieces of rope.

    She turned to Cindy. “Wow – you look fantastic and gorgeous, dear!” she said sweetly in Cindy's ear.

    This got a small smile from Cindy and a bit of extra blush.

    "Now put your arms behind your back for me, sweetheart," Katy said pleasantly.

    With only a little delay Cindy put her arms behind her back and waited patiently.

    "That's a good girl," said Katy. "Now let's get you tied nice and tight."

    Cindy nodded just a little.

    Katy got one of the pieces of rope. Then she tied Cindy's arms, taking her time to make several loops for extra security, and making the rope very snug.

    “Let’s get a good look at you, sweetheart – turn around and face me,” Katy said.

    Cindy turned around.

    “Lookin’ good,” Katy said cheerfully. “I know the ropes can be frustrating, but they’re there for good reasons.”

    Cindy just nodded somberly.

    “Now do you want me to fluff you up a little in the nipple areas, dear?” Katy asked, smiling. Her hands moving up toward Cindy’s breasts.

    “No no no no!” Cindy said in a rapid-fire burst. “Please don’t!”

    Katy smiled some more. “Well okay then, maybe just a little,” she said sweetly.

    Cindy took a step back, she smiled but looked worried.

    “Step up close, sweetheart,” Katy said. “Step toward me.”

    Cindy felt like she had no choice. She took a step forward.

    “That’s a good girl,” Katy said sweetly. “Now let’s get you a little plumped up.”

    She reached up to Cindy’s nipples. She started to rub, pinch and and twist them.

    Cindy gasped. Being nervous and afraid just made her whole body more sensitive. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to handle the pain and the pleasure.

    “All eyes will be on you,” Katy said, obviously enjoying herself. She continued to stimulate Cindy and not be gentle about it. “Any girl wants to look her best.”

    After a little while longer Katy said, “Well I think that’s enough.” She finished what she was doing with an extra-hard pinch and twist.

    Cindy gasped and whimpered, then opened her eyes when it was over.

    “What you’re doing is very difficult,” said Katy seriously, putting her hands on Cindy’s bare shoulders. “I know you’ll be very brave.”

    She moved in close and gave Cindy a kiss on her lips. Cindy closed her eyes for the kiss. She seemed to appreciate the kind, warm gesture.

    “Now go ahead and lay down on the carpeting for me, dear,” she told Cindy.

    Cindy did so and Katy tied her ankles tightly together.

    Finally she used the third rope to connect her ankles to her wrists, forcing Cindy into a tight hogtie position with her ankles by her wrists.

    Katy stood back to admire her work. She knew what she was doing, and she knew the judge would be pleased.

    The position was very uncomfortable for Cindy. But she didn't complain.

    The sheriff and a few deputies came by the courthouse with a horse-drawn cart.

    Being on the floor Cindy could see much -- mostly just their boots. She tried to twist and strain her head to get a little better look at who was in the room.

    The deputies, two young men and one young woman, lifted Cindy. They weren't particular about where their hands wandered on Cindy. They carried her outside.

    Being carried this way was a strange sensation for Cindy -- she didn't want to squirm or move too much, worried that they would drop her.

    When they got to the cart they tossed her in roughly with a thud. She cried out in pain, then bit her lip and said nothing more about the harsh handling.

    The trip to the hanging tree was long and rough, along a well-worn dirt road. Each rock, rut and pothole in the dirt road made the cart jostle and bounce and delivered quite a beating to the helpless, hogtied young woman. There was nothing she could do to protect her body from the blows. She was close to crying or whimpering, but made a huge effort to stay quiet.

    When they arrived at the tree they were in no hurry to get Cindy set up. They left her hogtied in the cart awhile while they positioned it just right. They tied the rope properly and got the noose set up.

    Finally, to Cindy’s great relief, they cut the rope that kept her legs connected to her wrists, so she could at least stretch out her knees. Her wrists and ankles were still tied together. They made her stand, and positioned her under the rope. They put the noose on her, pulled it snug around her neck, and made some final adjustments to the rope so she’d only fall a short distance when the time came.

    Lastly they untied the ropes around her ankles so she could move her legs freely, and made sure her shoes were buckled on snugly. Naturally they left her arms tied tightly behind her back.

    Once everything was set there was little need for any ceremony. Cindy was breathing hard. The judge approached her and gave vent to some of his anger. "Young lady, you embarrassed yourself the other day. You embarrassed your town. You disrupted our festival. You ought to feel ashamed of yourself" He berated her for a few more minutes.

    It was clear from the Judge’s demeanor that he didn’t want to hear anything from Cindy. And she didn’t try to speak in her own defense.

    When the judge was done he waved his hand at the young deputy who was holding the horse steady. Cindy’s eyes grew wide with fright, realizing this was the signal to take the cart away. She looked quickly at the horse and the young man holding the bridle. She gulped and looked down quickly at the cart she was standing on. She looked up quickly at the rope above her and the stout tree limb overhead. Her chest was heaving as she breathed deeply and her fear and panic ramped up to a whole new level. And in other ways too, her body looked perky and alert. The young deputy led the horse forward slowly. Cindy was standing in the middle of the cart. As it moved forward she walked to the back edge, trying to stay upright until the very last second. When she reached the back edge of the cart she could go no further. The cart kept moving. She screamed as the rope around her neck drew tight and it tugged her slightly off balance. She lost her footing, stumbled off the back of the cart, and stepped off into the air.

    Her scream stopped instantly and became a weak gurgle. She hung still for a second or two, swaying from the tree limb like a pendulum. Then her struggles started.

    The others stood by to watch. Cindy started bucking her body and kicking her legs. She twisted and thrashed with all her might. She tried desperately to get her arms free but she was tightly tied. Her legs flailed wildly in all directions, stretching out with her toes, frantically trying to reach for some footing that just wasn’t there.

    The onlookers couldn’t help seeing how hard her belly muscles worked. Her hips and shoulders sometimes moved sharply in opposite ways. Her breasts swayed and bobbled. Her nipples were engorged and protruding. She kept opening and closing her mouth as if to speak, but no sounds came out beyond a few weak gasping sounds.

    Her struggles got more intense as the first few minutes went by. But no matter how violently she jerked, twisted and thrashed she couldn't get any relief from the noose.

    After quite a while everyone could see her movements were finally getting slower. Even then, she kept kicking and fighting the rope quite a while, losing the fight slowly.

    After quite a long time her body finally showed no more signs of life, and she was left to hang the legally required hour. The magnificent, still body swayed and twisted slightly in the hot afternoon breeze. Once in a while there were a few small, post-mortem muscle jerks. But with time those too died away. Finally the cart was brought back under the body and she was cut down, landing in the back of the cart with a big "thud." They left her naked with her arms tied back. They brought her body back to town and brought it over to Nick's place.

              *     *     *

    When Lucy learned her mom and some friends had volunteered for the annual hangings it brought a surge of mixed feelings. Lucy felt baffled about why anyone would make that choice. But she knew her mom felt differently. Jo seemed to enjoy the annual hangings -- she would attend every year. She often joked about volunteering, and basically seemed to find the whole process funny and appealing and kinky in a good way. Lucy could imagine her mom out partying and drinking with friends when someone suggested they volunteer -- Jo would approve and whip up support for the idea.

    Lucy didn't understand the appeal of the annual hangings -- she thought it was an odd tradition. True, Lucy sometimes wondered what it would feel like, being naked and the center of attention to all the spectators, like every young woman in town did. That brought a wave of good and bad feelings. And it was also true that now she was old enough, she was curious to attend the festival and watch a hanging – she had talked about it with a few friends and they had plans to go see the hangings together this year.

    Lucy was sad and scared for her mom, but also felt a bit of relief. Honestly since her teen years started she had never felt extremely close to Jo. They often clashed on many topics, from clothes to boys to her hairstyles to the amount of time she spent studying. Jo had never liked school and dropped out early. Lucy was a straight-A student who was constantly pushing herself to do better. Lucy never cared much about clothes, while Jo loved skimpy, lacy, frilly clothing and was constantly pushing Lucy to show off her fantastic body with tighter and more revealing outfits. By the time Lucy was mostly through high school she learned to avoid home as much as she could, dressing in the comfortable jeans and sweatshirt or t-shirt she liked, and spending her time studying in the school library or at one of the good coffee shops in town.

    Lucy's sister Annie was just one year younger and much like her mother. Annie and Jo loved the skimpiest and sexiest clothing, flirting, and partying. Annie couldn't care less about her school work or grades. At home the two of them would sometimes wear nothing more than a little frilly lingerie, or less, and encouraged Lucy to do the same. Lucy felt silly wearing just skimpy lingerie or less, but the other two seemed to love the feelings and Lucy learned it was easier to go along than argue.

    When Annie heard her mom had volunteered for the hanging, she instantly said, "Oh my God we've got to join her!"

    "What are you talking about?" Lucy asked.

    "We have to join her! We can't let her do it by herself! What if she feels scared or lonely or wants someone to talk with -- we need to be there with her for moral support!"

    "That's crazy," Lucy said. "She decided to do this. She's a grown woman. She doesn't need our moral support. Anyway she's there with friends -- they can talk a get moral support with each other."

    Annie wasn't ready to give up the idea. She insisted it was the right thing to do. Lucy thought that attitude was dumb and figured Annie would change her mind soon.

    But Annie didn't change her mind and said proudly she was going down to the courthouse to volunteer herself.

    Lucy was shocked. This was a surprise turn of events. In spite of their personality differences she'd always felt very close and protective of her little sister. The idea of Annie volunteering to hang was far too much to deal with.

    Seeing there was no easy way to talk her out of the idea Lucy very reluctantly tried a different tack. "What if I do it?" she asked softly.

    "Seriously?" Annie asked.

    Lucy sighed. "Yeah, what if I do it? I'll volunteer and be there for Mom if she wants moral support. If I do, will you stay out of it?" she asked seriously, hardly believing what she was saying.

    "God that's brave," Annie said, taken aback. "Okay. Yeah if you feel that strongly I'll agree. I'll stay out of it."

    "Promise me you'll stay safe, take good care of yourself, and have a good life," Lucy said somberly, feeling stunned by the reality of what she was doing.

    "I will," Annie said. "Well I'll try," she said with a smile.

    Lucy sighed. She tried to decide what she needed to bring with her to volunteer. A change of clothes, maybe? Her phone? Nah, she thought -- that probably won't be needed. In the end she grabbed just her wallet with ID for the walk across town to the courthouse.

    "Do you want me to come with you?" Annie asked helpfully.

    "No, please -- I'd rather do this by myself," Lucy said. "Take good care of yourself."

    “Okay,” said Annie. “Tell Mom I said Hi. Give her my love.”

    “I will,” said Lucy.

    Lucy wasn’t sure what to expect at the courthouse. What if the process didn’t go smoothly -– what if they turned her away for some reason? She had a hunch they probably wouldn’t. (Modesty aside she knew her great looks had an effect on people. Even if there were already enough volunteers to hang this year, she suspected the authorities at the courthouse would not turn her away.)

    On the other hand, if the process went smoothly they might lock her in a holding room right away. Or they might take her straight to the town jail, to be locked up for the rest of the week before the hangings.

    “And God,” she thought, “what if they treat me like a criminal, and maybe make me wear handcuffs? Or what if they make me get undressed right away? What if there are other people around? How will they react?”

    Lucy was a bright girl with a very active, vivid imagination. All the unknowns and uncertainty brought our strong good and bad feelings in her and set her heart beating.

    There was a coffee shop on her way. Lucy thought about stopping there. She could sit outside, sip a hot drink, take some deep breaths to stay calm, and enjoy the mid-morning air. It was a lovely day. She thought she might be locked up all week. This might be her last chance to enjoy sunshine and outdoor fresh air before the hanging day. It might be her last chance to see wispy clouds overhead and hear birds chirping. It might be her last chance to see normal people on the sidewalks going about their daily lives, her last chance to wear clothes, and her last chance to be a free person. It was very tempting to take a few minutes to savor all of these sights and sounds and feelings.

    But Lucy was worried she’d be pale or tremble when she placed her order and paid the barista. Her voice might shake. The staff knew her well -– someone might ask, “What’s wrong?”

    She didn’t want to tell anyone what she was doing. She didn’t want anyone try to talk her out of it. And she didn’t want anyone to express sadness or pity for her.

    In the end she decided it was best to walk straight over to the courthouse.

    She thought about the week ahead. “I might be locked in a cell naked all week, waiting to hang naked, struggle, and die in agony just to entertain an audience for a few minutes,” she thought. “I wonder if they’ll have coffee in jail. I suppose that’ll make the whole situation a little more bearable,” she thought with a rueful smile, only half joking.

(edited Apr 30, '17)
GALLOWS DAY AT THE OLD WEST FESTIVAL Part 2
Comments are welcome.

This is part of a longer story in several parts. I might post other parts of the story here later if others are interested.

Part 1 is here: 

GALLOWS DAY AT THE OLD WEST FESTIVAL Part 1    “Just step this way sweetie,” said the hangman, holding an open noose. His voice was warm – Lucy had imaged he’d bark out harsh commands like an angry drill sergeant.
    She stepped slowly as she reached the top of the stairs. “Ugh – I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she thought for the millionth time.
    She walked carefully on the uneven wooden surface, worried she’d trip or her knees would buckle. When she was standing next to the hangman she closed her eyes, nodded a few times rapidly, and then lifted her chin to indicate she was ready for the noose.
    He eased the rope over her head, pulled her braided pony tail out from inside the noose, and pulled it snug around her neck.
    The rope was thick, with prickly hairs that tickled the bare skin of her neck. She opened her eyes. Standing high on the gallows platform she could see people milling around in the town squar


Part 3 is here:

GALLOWS DAY AT THE OLD WEST FESTIVAL Part 3    It was the day before all the women were hanged. Lucy and others were riding in a van.
    Over the centuries many traditions evolved for a hanging. The condemned could choose a last meal, and have a chance to say a few last words to the assembled crowd. They’d be clothed, and their hands would not be restrained until the last part of the preparations. If there was more than one hanging in a day, those who would hang later would not have to see those who go ahead of them.
    These were honored traditions that were always followed closely. But they applied only to men. None of those traditions applied to women.
    But for those who volunteer for the Gallows Day, there was supposed to be a bright side. The girls get a shopping trip the day before they go.
    The local department store opened early for these shopping sprees – the sales clerks were at their stations, and the girls who are going to hang are allowed to mak


I was inspired by this mother and daughter image from "The Tightrope Zone," which has always seemed fascinating: 


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If you don't know the "Tightrope Zone" story, you can click on the image above and you'll find a link for the full story.

If you like this Part 2 of the story and want a bit more, I wrote a short (1 page) extra bit that's here: 

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