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Chapter 3: First Floor Facilities
While Sue-Linn was demonstrating Graham's compliant nature and her own skills as a young dominatrix in the lounge, Caroline was showing Isobel how she had things organised upstairs.
"Now, I know it's difficult to have proper containment facilities in a house like this, Ms Bullworthy," Isobel send with a tone that Caroline found at once condescending and pompous. "But we do make appropriate allowances for the nature of the property, provided – of course- that the basics are catered for. You need to have what's called a 'defined place of containment within the meaning of the act', I'm sure you know," Isobel prompted.
"Of course." Caroline's blunt response gave vent to her exasperation with what she saw as Isobel's unnecessary questions.
"And there also need to be 'adequate individual restraint facilities'. We have to check for those as well."
"I think you'll find," Caroline responded, trying to keep her irritation in check, "that the arrangements meet the agency's requirements."
"I'm sure. Perhaps you could show me the overnight arrangements." Isobel knew this was the most important part of the inspection. More males absconded in the hours of darkness than at any other time and the Agency was being very hot on this aspect. Her supervisor had told her that if there was any instance of a male absconding from overnight confinement after one of her inspections she'd be looking for a new job; and she didn't want that.
"We've converted one of the old built-in wardrobes, here," Caroline said, pointing to where a closet at one end of the second bedroom had been modified to provide a place where Graham could be securely lodged.
"That's a two inch thick door with a five lever lock and exterior bolts at top and foot. Inspection spy hole there, as you can see – same specification as the prison service, I'm told. The floor level door is for feeding during long term confinement." Caroline paused while Isobel ticked boxes on her tablet programme. "But, I expect you realised that."
Isobel looked up and nodded. "Err, could I look inside?"
"Of course." Caroline slid the bolts back and took the largest, brass key from a bunch that hung from a chatelaine attached to the belt of her skirt. A solid clunk was heard as she turned the key in the lock and swung the door open.
Isobel peered inside, checking off the essentials that were expected in an overnight confinement space. Rudimentary lavatory facilities (in this case a small bucket), solidly fixed attachment points for restraints (Isobel was pleased to note that these include the possibility of fastening a neck collar wrist and ankle cuffs to the wall), no obvious means of communication to the outside, and no access to the outside bolts or locks. "That seems completely satisfactory, thank you. It's much better than many I have seen."
Caroline smirked. She wasn't surprised. If Isobel had been inspecting the other facilities further up the street she must have seen some pretty slid-shod cages and cupboards. Caroline was amazed that none of her neighbours' males had absconded. "I had him in here for three days, once," she said. "He'd been particularly tiresome about something - although I can't for the life of me remember what - and I just put him in here until he came to his senses. They can be a bit stubborn sometimes, can't they?"
Isobel nodded but she didn't really have very much direct experience herself. Of course, she'd had a few males to stay overnight but for occasional stays the agency only recommended personal restraints and that was all she had. Obviously she'd have to have something like this if she ever took a male on full time but that wasn't really on the agenda. She was happy enough with a casual topping when she felt the need for it. "I suppose you have some personal restraints as well?"
"Of course," Caroline responded sniffily. "In my bedroom." She closed up the cupboard and gestured towards a door at the end of the corridor.
Caroline's bedroom was a haven of comfort for her. The floral wall paper, cosy curtains and large comfortable bed all reflected, what to Isobel was, a rather provincial, feminine, taste. Nevertheless Caroline delighted in its comfort. "I keep the 'personals' in here," she said almost conspiratorially, sliding a trunk from underneath her iron framed bed. "I don't need them much with Graham obviously but, well, you never know." She opened the trunk.
Inside it were a series of carefully separated compartments each holding its allocation of devices of restraint and correction. Along the back a long thin compartment held a collection of canes, and crops. In front of it three almost equally sized spaces held wrist cuffs, a selection of gags – both bit and ball, and blindfolds and hoods. The last row, closest to Isobel contained, on the left, butt plugs and vibrators and, on the right, a collection of clamps.
"I have more or less everything I need in here," Caroline smiled, smugly. "The keys are on my belt obviously."
"Obviously," Isobel responded. It was annoying. Caroline Bullworthy was a smug, irritating woman but she was entitled to be smug. There wasn't anything that Isobel could fault in what she had seen. "Thank you, Ms Bullworthy. That's fine." Isobel looked down at her e-pad. She seemed to have covered most of the things the inspection needed to look at. "There's just another couple of questions. Perhaps we could go back down stairs?"
"Well as long as you've seen everything you need to. I'd hate you to think that this house wasn't completely up to standard."
Isobel coughed and said that everything was fine. Caroline led the way back downstairs.
© Freddie Clegg 2012
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