PART ONE
It was a clear and sunny Friday afternoon. Marcy carried her little tray full of
cleaning agents through the formal dinning room, on route to the great room. As
she walked, she took in the decorations that filled the rooms. Lots of crystal
and fine paintings. Mr. Greenfield had very good taste. Marcy was a maid. She
worked every day from 8 till 8 cleaning the rooms downstairs for Mr. Ronald
Greenfield, the owner. Thought the hours were long, the work was usually light
and the money was pretty good. The only time things got heavy is when there was
a party. Then there was a massive cleaning before and after the party. Plus, she
usually would help serve drinks to the guests. It wasn't bad for a girl trying
to raise money for collage. Mr. Greenfield was a good employer to work for.
Though this was only her second job as a maid, she did enjoy the job greatly. At
her first job, the master was an mean old eccentric that chased anything in a
skirt. She left there after the upstairs maid filed sexual harassment charges
against the old bastard. They were dropped later after, as rumors had it, he
paid her off to keep quite. Greenfield was much different. He talked to the
help. Always polite. A gentleman in the true sense. He was a tall, dark haired
guy, relativity young, and very good looking. He worked out everyday in his
private exercise room and relaxed in his whirlpool and indoor swimming pool.
He's what you call a overnight success. He invented some kind of device. Sold
the multi-million dollar production rights to a international firm. Went to work
for them as a high paid consultant, netted the company millions of dollars from
the sales, and a few years later sold the product and all rights to the firm,
which netted him a fortune. Now he invests his money, and reaps the reward from
the returns. At thirty-one, he has done quite well. Yet, the only thing he was
missing was a wife, or at least a steady lady. He wasn't the playboy. There
wasn't a stream of girls, to be used and then discarded. He seemed to want a
relationships, but they always fizzled. For the most part, Marcy was happy with
her job, but a little bored. The same things happened for day to day. At least
when there was a party, she had a chance to see new people, and talk to a few,
but only if they talked first. That was a trade rule. But there one strange
thing in this household. On the first level, at the end of the west hall, there
was a room that was off limits to all employees. It was guarded by a solid heavy
door and a brass dead bolt lock. Marcy would walk pass it almost every day and
wonder what behind it was so secret, that it had to be locked up so tight. She
never saw anyone go into the room for any reason. She never was asked to clean
it, or serve drinks in it. Whatever it was, Mr. Greenfield didn't want anyone to
know. As Marcy was walking, she heard the quick paced footsteps of the master of
the house. As she turned to look over her shoulder, her cleaning tray swung and
bumped a small display table, knocking off the vase that was sitting on it.
Marcy tried to catch the vase but it hit the floor and shattered into a thousand
pieces. Mr. Greenfield walked into the room just in time to see it hit. Marcy
was in shock for a moment, not knowing what to do. She looked up and saw her
employer standing there. With guilt written all over her face, she dropped to
the floor and started picking up the debris and apologizing to Mr. Greenfield.
'What happened, Marcy?' He asked. 'Your foot steps startled me sir, and I, I hit
the table when I jumped. I'll replace it for you, sir.' 'You realize that was a
one of a kind vase.' He said very calmly. 'I'm sorry Mister Greenfield. I didn't
mean to break it. Can I repay you for it.' 'That vase was worth more than your
salary for a couple of years. I'm afraid that won't be possible.' Marcy felt she
was going to loose her job. She didn't need that. She liked working there, and
didn't want to look for another job. Most of all, she needed the money. 'Please
Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me. I need the work.' 'You are a good worker, Marcy,
and I'd hate to do it, but what else is there for me to do? You leave me with
few alternatives.' He said. 'Please Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me. I'll do
anything. Work longer hours, work all weekends. I'll do whatever you want,
anything. ' He looked at her for a moment. She read in his eyes there was
something going through his mind. After a moment he spoke. 'You should never say
you'll do anything. You might not know what you are getting yourself into.' he
advised her. Here seemed a ray of hope. She thought maybe he was debating about
getting her in the sack. She'd do it, gladly. She often wondered what this good
looking guy was like in bed. 'I do mean it, sir. Anything.' she said very calmly
and quietly. 'Are you sure that you want to leave yourself that open, Marcy.'
'Yes, sir' Again he was silent and thinking. She could see that there was
hesitation in him mind. But then a look of determination came across his face.
He made his decision. 'Very well.' He spoke. 'So be it. Meet me in the billiard
room tonight at ten o'clock. Come alone and make sure that no one knows where
you are, or what you are doing, or where you are going. Understand?' 'Yes, sir.'
He made her repeat his instructions, told her to clean up the vase, and, with a
forgiving pat on her cheek, to get on with her work. The rest of the day, Marcy
tried to kept her mind on her work. She didn't need another foul-up like this
again. But from time to time, she wondered what was to happen tonight. Why
didn't he just have her meet in a bedroom. Or was there something else he had in
mind. When it came time for the help to leave, Marcy told them she had a couple
things that needed to be done before she could leave. Mark, the stable hand,
want her to go out for a few drinks, but she declined saying she was a little
tired and was going home after work. Marcy and Mark had a few flings together,
and with good reason. Though Marcy wasn't a tramp, when the mood hits her, she
had to do it. Mark was the house stud. He could sense a woman in heat, and knew
how to satisfy her needs while fulfilling his own. The first time they did it
was at one of Greenfield's parties. She walked around the place in her little
skirt, serving drinks to perverted old men. A few of them passes at her, a
couple made grabs for her. The whole thing was making her so excited, she didn't
think she could make it through the night. She went into the kitchen to find
Mark raiding the food. He knew right away, and started talking to her, saying
things that got her even hotter. Within a few minutes, they had slipped to the
stable, pulled off their cloths and were getting it on hot and heavy. She came
twice. Once in the sixty-nine position right before he came, and again as he
shot another load deep inside her. She got dressed, and returned to the party a
satisfied woman. Marcy stole over to the west wing, and hid in the small study
there. The room was almost never used, and was right next to the billiard room.
There she waited, listening for every footstep that went by. For almost two
hours she waited. At ten o'clock, she snuck out, and crept into the billiard
hall. Mr. Greenfield wasn't there yet. There was only one light on, which was
over the pool table. She looked around the room, wondering why they were going
to meet here. Maybe, she thought, he has a strange perversion with making it
with someone on a pool table. She started to giggle. Then the door opened. 'I'm
glad to see that you're in such good sprites, Marcy.' He said with a smile on
his face. 'I'm sorry sir.' 'Don't be. I like a positive, good natured attitude.'
He said. 'So do I, sir.' 'Marcy,' he said being more serious. 'I will ask you
this question only once. Think very carefully before you answer. Once we start,
there will be no stopping until we are finished. I guaranty that no hard will
come to you. But you will follow my directions, and do as I say, regardless of
what it may be. Are you still willing to go along with anything?' She sat silent
for a moment, but her mind was already made up to do whatever it was he wanted
her to do. 'Yes, sir.' She answered. 'Very well. Now, you must promise to remain
silent about what is to happen. You must never tell another soul.' 'I promise. I
would never do anything to hurt you, sir'. 'Good. Having settled that, we shall
begin. From this point forward, you shall not speak another word unless asked
to. Follow me. ' She went with him out of the pool room and followed him up to
the forbidden doorway that has puzzled her for months. At last she would see all
the secrets of what was behind it. 'I'll have you know that no employee has ever
seen what lies behind this door.' He unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door
which led into a small corridor with three other doors. They walked in and he
closed and locked the door behind them. To Marcy's surprise, there was a key
lock on the inside as well as on the outside to lock the door. 'Go through that
door. In there, you will find a outfit to ware. Put it on and go out through the
other door in the room. I will meet you there.' She nodded her head, remembering
not to speak. He unlocked and opened the door. She entered the room, and heard
the door close and lock behind her. Again, a key was needed to pass back through
the door. She was surprised to see what was in this room. It was like a small
dressing room. There was a fine makeup table with soft lights around the mirror,
filled with the finest makeup, expensive perfumes and hair products one could
buy. A solid chair and padded bench for sitting on while changing. An oak hutch
with drawers for hanging and storing cloths in. And a full length vanity mirror
to review oneself. This room looked like it belonged next to the Queen's
bedroom. She went to the hutch to retrieve her new wardrobe. She found hanging
there a white satin and lace teddy, trimmed in red and garter straps. A pair of
white seamless silk stockings were laid next to it, and red spiked high heels
were on the base on the unit. Marcy took out the outfit and felt the luxury of
it. Never had she seen something so rich, yet so sexy. For a few minutes, all
she did was just hold it, not believing she was to ware it. She striped her
cloths off and put the teddy on. It was kind of bustling outfit, and she was
worried it wouldn't fit. But she couldn't have had a better fit. It lightly
pushed everything into the proper places. The G-string panties showed off all of
the curves without showing everything. She pulled the stockings on her legs very
carefully. All she needed to do was get a run in them. Greenfield would probably
have a fit. The shoes were higher than she had ever worn. Usually she wore a two
inch heel. But these had to be close to five inches. At first she stumbled on
them a bit. But by taking shorter steps, she quickly got the hang of them. The
strangest thing was they were far more comfortable than she thought they would
be. She went over to the table and touched up her makeup. She accented her eyes
and made her checks rosy. She ran the brushes through her long dark hair and
dabbed on perfume in all the key places. She went over to the mirror and looked
herself over. Never before had she look so sexy. Her breasts looked bigger. Her
legs looked longer and leaner. Her buttocks was in perfect form. If this was
punishment, she could really get into it. Maybe she would break something else.
She realized that she was taking much longer than she should. She hung up her
maids outfit in the closet, gave herself one last glance in the mirror and went
through the unlocked door. She expected to see a large bedroom, lit entirely in
candles, and decorated in all the finest silks and lace. The center piece would
be a huge canopy bed, where she would find the master waiting for her. But what
she walked into was completely different world. The walls were paneled in a rich
dark wood, moderately lit with recessed lights in the ceiling, which was
actually a huge mirror. The room was filled with contraptions that she had never
seen before. A large tubular rack was on her left side, and some kind of pulley
setup was on her right. There were a few others that she didn't know what the
were. The center piece of the room was in the middle of the room. A section of
the floor was raised a few steps. On that was a large wooded chair and the
largest brass bed she had ever seen, the brass rails shinned in the light. It
was covered with a beautiful lace bedspread. It had to be very expensive. Marcy
stood there, looking at all the items in the room. Finally, Mr. Greenfield's
voice broke her thoughts. 'If I may be so bold, you look very beautiful.' She
almost thanked him, but remembered to remain silent. Instead, she smiled and
lowered her head. He words were so calm and soothing. She began to relax and
trust him. She could put up with his few off-beat practices. 'Yes. An excellent
choice. Please turn around slowly and model for me. I wish to take in the full
range of your beauty. She did as he asked, slowly turning on her heels, showing
herself to her master like a model shows herself to the cameras at a fashion
show. She played out the fantasy, enjoying the scenario. A rich, handsome man,
giving her expensive lingerie to ware, speaking wondrously captivating words to
her about her beauty. She was beginning to get into this. He looked the lovely
creature over. Her long brown hair. Her lean legs, made more shapely by the
stockings and heels. Her firm buttocks and full, well rounded chest. He couldn't
have chose a better girl for his pleasures. 'Yes, very lovely, my dear.' he
said. 'Let me welcome you to my playroom. Please step over here, and we shall
begin your punishment.' They stepped over to the closet doors. He opened them to
revile a huge assortment of ropes, chains, cuffs, straps, and various other
restraining devices. Marcy stared at the collection. 'I hope you don't mind me
placing you into bondage.' He said. So this was his secret. He was heavily into
bondage. That's why he made her say all the promises, why they met so privately.
All the doors and locks. Suddenly, everything came into a new light. This
private man suddenly made sense. He pulled several strands of rope out of the
closet and instructed her to follow him. He led her over to a wooden post. The
post was about seven feet high, and about eight inches thick. The surface was as
smooth as glass. She was told to stand with her back to the post and her arms
around it. He tied her wrists together very snugly. Her ankles were next, tied
together, and a rope passing around the support, as were her knees. More rope
was passed around her waist and chest. Lastly, he took one very long strand, and
starting at her ankles, wound the rope up her body and around the post, securing
the ends behind her. Thus satisfied that she was secure, he walked over to the
closet to retrieve another article. Marcy tested her ropes, seeing how good her
masters work was. She struggled for a moment with no success. For soft as these
ropes were, there was no give in them. Greenfield walked back over to her with a
red scarf in his hand. He smiled at her as she struggled. She stopped as he
approached. 'Go ahead. Struggle as much as you like. That's all part of this. If
you free yourself, then I didn't do my part well enough. Of course, It's my part
to keep you in there.' Marcy felt that little inch inside of her again. She knew
that if her kept this up, she was going to be in heat before long. He walked
behind her. 'I know you promised not to speak until asked to, but lest not take
any chances.' He told her to open her mouth and gagged her with the scarf. As he
tied the ends behind her head, she realized the scarf was made of silk. She
thought to herself if she had to be gagged, at least it was with something as
sensual as silk. He stepped around and looked at his prisoner. She was indeed
lovely. He watched her struggle in her restraints and listened to the soft
sounds she made. Never before had he have such a woman in such a situation. For
several minutes, he indulged in his pleasure. She also was watching him. She
knew that he was enjoying her struggle in the ropes, and heard her muffled
moans. She played it up for him. Twisting a little more than she could. But
didn't make it seem she wanted to escape all to much. The fact was, she was
liking this as much as he was. This was something new to her. Finally he spoke.
'I'm going to leave you for a while. But do not worry. I'll be very near by.
I'll be back soon.' She knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She
also knew this was what her punishment was all about. First to get her excited,
then leave her to squirm in it. As a bonus, he got a sexy prisoner to do
whatever he wished. He left the room, and she was all alone. Again she tried to
free herself, but with no avail. He definitely knew what he was doing. She felt
that he was somewhere near by, watching her in her problem. As the moments
passed, she grew more and more excited. The thoughts of his return were running
through her mind. What would he do. Would he return to ravish her, or to leave
her in her excitement. Maybe it would be hours before he returned. This wasn't
the first time she had been tied up for a man. Though she didn't do it on a
regular basis, she had done it enough to know a few of the finer points of the
game. She thought back to her initial experience. The first time was a few weeks
before her seventeenth birthday. She was with her best friend, Kelly, over at
Chuck's apartment, who was Kelly's boyfriend. Kelly was only six months older
than her, but Chuck was twenty-two. Marcy had wondered what it was that made
Kelly so interested in Chuck. He wasn't too good looking, didn't have a lot of
money, and wasn't real friendly. So she asked her friend what it was. At first,
Kelly didn't know if she could tell the truth. But after an double oath of
silence, she confessed. 'It's what we do together. Or should I really say, what
he does to me. ' 'What do you mean? Great sex or something?' 'Well...it's like
this. He have a kind of strange relationship. He loves to have sex, really we
both do. But he likes it best when I'm somehow tied up and unable to get free.
To be honest, I do to.' 'What??' 'Really. He ties me up, naked of course, and
does whatever he wants to me. Sometimes, he puts me across his knee and spanks
my ass for being naughty. Other times, I can't move as he goes down on me again
and again. It's really is fun. Kelly talked about the things her boyfriend would
do to her and the effects it had on her. She then showed her some of the gadgets
and how they were used. Kelly even put on a pair of handcuff on Marcy to show
how they worked. 'And you really get into this stuff and enjoy it, huh.' 'Yep. I
always get so excited when we play. Especially if we play some kind of game,
like the kidnapped cheerleader. He says that was always one of his fantasies in
school. 'Sounds like it could be fun, if you are willing to really try it'.
Marcy remarked. It was then that Kelly decided that Marcy should really try it
for herself. She said that maybe she would enjoy the feelings it gave her, and
make her orgasm like she did. Marcy decided to give it a test run. Why not.
Chuck wouldn't be home for a few hours yet. Might be something worth it. At
first, Kelly tied Marcy up in a few different ways. but it wasn't really
exciting. Neither of them were into lesbianism, and didn't want to try it. But
Marcy did admit she couldn't see all the excitement in it. But then they hit
upon an idea. They got on the phone and called Marcy's boyfriend, Chris. They
told him to come over to the apartment right away for a big surprise. They both
got ready for his arrival. When Chris got there, he was greeted at the door by
Kelly. All Kelly was wearing was her low cut sweater and bikini panties. Her
wrists and ankles were in cuffs, and a leather collar was around her neck, with
a chain pulling her wrists up her back. Chris was spellbound as he looked at
her. She told him to come in and lead him to the bedroom, explaining that she
was to escort him to his surprise. He was told that he may do whatever he wished
but not to release his present. She opened the door and told the confused boy to
enter and enjoy.
PART 2
He entered the room to find Marcy striped naked on the bed. Her wrists were
circled by leather cuffs and chained to the headboard. Her legs were in a
spreader bar, and chained in the middle to the bed. And her mouth was stuffed
with a huge ball gag, held in by a thin strap buckled around her head. She
twisted and turned on the bed, showing her boyfriend how much she wanted him.
Kelly again prompted him to go ahead, but he hesitated for a moment. Kelly saw
the confusion in the boy and asked Marcy if she was truly going along with all
of this. Marcy grunted into her gag and nodded her head in approval. Kelly
closed the door behind herself, and released herself from her bonds. Marcy body
was erotically violated for over an hour. Though she came only once, she did
thoroughly enjoy this new sensation. For some strange reason, Chris and Marcy
never again play bondage. Maybe Chris didn't really know what it was all about,
or he was scared of it. The whole time she was reminiscing, Marcy had been
twisting and squirming her body against the ropes that held her. She came out of
her dream when she heard the door open. Greenfield entered the room and locked
the door behind him. He was being very careful not to let anyone know what was
going on this night. He didn't speak a word, but untied her and directed her
over to the tubular rack. He went to the closet and retrieved several long
strands of rope. Going back over to the tubular rack, and ordered Marcy to
standing inside the frame of the rack. He tightly tied her right wrist over her
head and to the side support of the rack. Her left wrist received the same
treatment. She was told to spread her legs. She obeyed, and her ankles were tied
to the rack. He held up a red ball gag to her. 'This will be a little
uncomfortable for you, but I don't think you'll complain too much about it.'
Without asking, she parted her lips to received the ball into her mouth. He tied
the ends behind her head. It was a snug fit that kept her jaws pried apart. He
checked the ropes once more, ran his hands down the sides of her body a few
times, and left the room, again locking the doors behind him. Once again, she
was alone with her own thoughts. She struggled in the rope, but soon surrendered
the idea of escape. She still felt that itch between her legs, and it was
growing even stronger. She knew it would be a long time before he might take
care of that. The thought of being unrelieved just got her more excited as the
minutes passed. Her mind began to wonder again. It was Mark who last had done
the honor of binding her. As they went out to the stable one night, he told her
he wanted to do something a little different. When the got there, he instructed
her to strip off her cloths. When she was standing naked before him, he bound
her hands behind her back. He proceeded to played with her bound body for a
several minutes. Unable to resist he actions just made her all the more
stimulated. She was then placed on her knees and ordered to 'suck the skin off'
of his hard-on. He pumped his manhood in and out of her hungry mouth for several
minutes, moaning in pleasure the whole time before he felt his cum boiling up in
his balls. After he came all over her face and chest, he laid her down on the
straw, tied her spread legs to the posts, and licked her cunt into an orgasm.
They finish with Mark replacing his tongue with his dick and screwed her silly.
It was one of the most wild, erotic experiences she had ever had. It was over an
hour before Greenfield returned to his prisoner. Marcy was hoping then he might
release her and impose his will on her. Instead, he ordered her into the
dressing room for a change of attire. She would find her new outfit on the
closet. This time, her outfit was a black satin busier, zipped in the front,
with garter straps, lace G-string and matching black stockings. But instead of
shoes, there were a pair of gold toed, ankle high boots with spiked heels of
gold. She thought the boots were a strange thing to ware with lingerie. But she
knew she had no choice in the matter. She took off her white outfit. As she hung
it up, she noticed that her maids cloths were gone. 'Now why would he take it?'
she wondered. But then she thought why worry about it. It was going to be some
time before she was going to need it again. Comparing the two, she deemed the
white one was better for romance. Something to ware when she wanted to be all
woman, and let her man know it. But the black one was better suited for intense
sex. To let her man know he was about to get it, but good. Maybe Greenfield had
the same thoughts. She pulled on the teddy. Again it was a perfect fit, although
the style of this one was designed to be tighter than the other. But it still
was very attractive. She pulled on the stockings and snapped them into the
garters. The boots also fit just right, but again were very high. She walked on
them for a moment to get the feel of them. Evidently Greenfield like women in
high heels, and the higher the better. She sat down at the dressing table and
redid her makeup She made her eyes darker that before, and touched up her lips
with a dark red lipstick. She brushed her hair, giving it a little more of a
wild look. Looking on the table, she noticed there as a thin box, like the kind
jewelry come in. A note was attached to it addressed to her. She opened the note
first. It was from Greenfield. 'Darling...' it read. 'Please except this gift
that I am giving to you. It is forever yours to keep. I hope you enjoy wearing
it.' It wasn't signed, but it was defiantly Greenfield's handwriting. She opened
the box to find a gold necklace. It was defiantly of good quality gold and very
beautiful. Her hands trembled as she put it on. Even in the low lights, it
sparkled in the mirror. For a few minutes, all Marcy looked into the mirror at
it and caress her fingers over it. Coming back to, she thought she had better
get a move on. She didn't want to make the master upset. She checked herself out
in the vanity mirror. She was very surprised at the results. Though it wasn't as
romantic as the other, she defiantly looked and felt sexy. The boots did pull
off with the outfit. She went out to the playroom. Greenfield was seated in one
of the leather chairs. He didn't look too upset or impatient. In fact, he looked
rather pleased. 'Give me the full show, if you would.' he said softly. Again she
slowly walked if front of him, turning on her heels, giving him a exhibition.
Marcy had done a little modeling in high school, and she knew how to walk and
hold herself. 'Very becoming. Do you like you present?' he asked. Marcy wanted
to tell him how much she loved it, but as she was about to speak, she caught
herself. She almost forgot her vow of silence. Instead, she nodded her head and
ran her fingers across it. 'Good' he said. 'I'm glad you like it. Now let's get
back to business He guided her over to the pulley setup. He attached a spreader
bar to the hook. Marcy knew well what a spreader bar was. She had worn one
before. But instead of her ankles being spread apart, he locked her wrists into
the leather cuffs. He locked her ankles into a pair of steal leg cuffs. These
were different from the usual kind, because there weren't any links between the
cuffs. Her legs were held security together. 'Open your mouth' He ordered. A
black leather sack was pushed into her mouth, which was attached to a wide
leather strap. Her lips went over the strap, forcing her mouth to be held open
wider than it was with the ball gag. The straps were buckled behind her head.
Though it wasn't the most comfortable thing she had ever worn, it wasn't as bad
as she thought it was going to be. He walked over to a control panel and pressed
a button. The electric motor slowly pulled the bar up. He stopped it just was
Marcy's heels were to be pulled off the floor. If she stood strait, she could
keep he feet on the ground. 'There.' he said. 'That'll do, very nicely. I must
say, leather and steel agrees with you.' This was a new one for her. She knew
this position wasn't for sex, but he could do what he wanted to her, if he
wanted. Greenfield knew his plan was working. Marcy was getting more excited
every minute. He started his next phase. He stood behind her and ran his hands
up and down the sides of her body, gently kissing her neck and shoulders. Wild
chills ran down her spine. her body shivered as his hands cupped her breasts and
felt her hard nipples. He pressed her hard-on into her soft ass and glided his
fingers over her satin covered lips. He could feel the fever burning inside her.
But for Marcy, it was over to fast. He stopped after just a few moments of
tantalizing. He knew if her kept it up much longer, she would come. It wasn't
her time yet. He kissed her shoulder, and left the room. Marcy was left alone
again, looking at herself in the mirror above her, and her lust running out of
control inside her. She twisted her body around. She pulled her ankles off the
ground and let her body swing from the chain. Her tongue played with the gag,
wishing it was his cock instead. She felt the fire in her cunt burning out of
control, and her juices flowing from between her lips. She planned that the next
time her hands were free, even for just a single moment, she would throw her
arms around him and release herself upon his body. It seemed like hours before
he returned, but it was only half an hour. She had calmed down a little by now.
But when she saw him enter the room, the burning lust inside her body returned
to it's fever pitch. He lowered the bar far enough to be able to release her
wrists. Marcy thought this would be her chance, but it never came. As fast as he
released her hands, they were pinned into the center of her back. A set of
leather cuffs pinned her wrists together, and attached leather straps went
around her upper arms to pull and hold her wrists between her shoulder blades.
He went over to the motor control and lowered the bar completely to the floor.
He then unlocked the steel cuffs from around her ankles and ordered her to lay
down on the floor, face up. He spread her legs and strapped her ankles into the
leather collars of the spreader bar. Marcy wasn't quite sure what was to happen
next. Greenfield knelt over his bound prisoner, watching her struggled in her
bonds. He knew she couldn't get loose, and he wasn't about to let her get loose.
He pulled the top of the buster down a little and freed her breasts from the
confines of the material. His fingers lightly squeezed her fleshy mounds and
hard nipples. He watched the girl shiver with his every touch. He reached into
his pocket and pulled out a small handle. Marcy quickly realized that it was a
knife. He touched the button, and the silver blade sprung out from it's cradle.
For a moment, she didn't know what was going to happen. Was he going to cut her?
Maybe blood turned him on. But he had promised not to hurt her. Her fears were
soon relieved. He reached down to her soaked G-string and slowly cut the silk
panties off her. He slowly pulled them off of her, revealing her treasure. Again
his fingers probed her wetness and exploring her tunnel. The girl made deep
moans of pleasure into her gag. But for Marcy, the volcano inside her didn't get
the chance to erupt. He stopped just as she was about to release her orgasm. She
thought to herself that this guy was really an ass. Why won't he let her come.
But then she remembered, she was being punished. What better punishment is there
that not having your bodies greatest desire fulfilled. It was diving her crazy.
To be so aroused and excited, and not allowed to release an orgasm was defiantly
the ultimate in discipline. What a punishment it was. But it did have advantages
over being spanked or fired. Greenfield walked over to the control panel and
pressed the lift button. Slowly her legs were being pulled up off the floor.
Soon her hips were lifted up. Higher and higher the motor pulled her up until
she was hanging upside down. Her head was several inched off the floor. She hung
there, slowly turning from the chain that held her suspended Greenfield walked
back over to her. She expected him just to play with her for a moment, drive her
wild, and then leave her alone with her thoughts again. But instead, he did what
she wanted most. She was hanging at just the right height for him to reach down
to her nipples and play with them while his mouth enjoyed the sweetness of her
cunt. His tongue slowly licked her lips and toyed with her clit. His fingers
squeezed her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers. This was by far
the biggest thrill she had ever had. To be given exotic lingerie, expertly
placed into immobility, situated into ingenious positions, teased for hours, and
finally orally brought to orgasm was the greatest sexual experience she ever
had, and probably ever would again. Within minutes, she was on the edge of her
orgasm. Marcy was squirming her suspended body around like a fish on a hook.
Maybe, just maybe, that little itch inside her would finally be taken care of.
Greenfield knew that she was on the edge of it and wanted to keep her there. He
kept her from letting her orgasm for several minutes. He would speed up, then
slowed down, driving her absolutely wild. He wanted her to reach the highest
level of sexual fulfillment as possible. When, at long last her orgasm came, it
was the longest, most violent and intense one she had ever had. She screamed
into her gag and her body shook wildly. It seemed like it lasted for minutes,
and it was the best she ever had. When it was completely over, she hung there
limply, breathing deeply and continently. He rolled at padded table under her
and slowly lowered her body onto it. He released her mouth from the gag. She
wooed for a moment, and was about to tell him how great it was. A sharp, quick
glance from him silenced her. She remembered the vow. He undid the leather cuffs
from her ankles and wrists. She rubbed her wrists and looked at the red lines
the left. It could have been worse. But it sure couldn't have been better. The
bed covers were pulled down. He gently picked her up, and carried her over to
the bed. She quietly laid on the soft white satin sheets as he removed the boots
from her feet and covered her with the top sheet and quilt. 'It's getting late,'
he said 'and you must be tired. Sleep for a while. I'll look in on you later.'
He then pressed his mouth onto hers and kissed her, long, slow and deep. He
turned, lowered the lights, and left the room. Marcy laid in the middle of the
bed, all warm, comfortable, and content. She thought of the kiss he had given
her. She loved the feeling of his lips pressed against hers and the warm feeling
it gave her. It was then that she realized that it was the first time he had
done anything to satisfy himself. Everything else was designed to give her
excitement and pleasure. She fell asleep the folds of the satin sheets a happy
and satisfied woman.
PART 3
Marcy awoke several hours later. The room was still dimly lit. She sighed, and
rolled in the sheets. She was going to sleep some more, but she began to relive
the events of the night before. After a few minutes, she gave up on sleep and
sat up in the bed. She noticed the nightgown and robe that were laying at the
foot of the bed. It was then that, except for her boots, she was still wearing
her outfit from last night. Greenfield must have brought the gown in earlier,
and she should change. She took of the teddy and slipped into the gown. It was
made of satin and lace, and a light pink in color. She pulled the matching robe
on and pulled the tie tight around her waist. She almost stepped on the slippers
that were next to the bed. The slippers were the kind you find in the expensive
Hollywood catalogs. The had a three inch heel, and fluffy feathers across the
toes. This guy sure knew how to spoil a lady. Marcy turned up the lights. Not
having much else to do, she took a walk around the room. She looked at all the
items in the room. The supply cabinet was of special interest to her. She
studied the neat items that were stored there. Some of them were completely
escape proof, others were merely for show rather than hold. She had just put
down a pair of leg cuffs when the door open, and Greenfield walked in. Marcy was
worried the he might be angry for looking at the stuff. But he smiled and walked
over to her. 'Do you like my collection?' he asked. Marcy didn't answer, but
nodded her head. 'Good. You remembered not to speak. If you like, you may now
speak.' 'Thank you, sir.' 'Does all this frighten you?' he asked as he looked
into the cabinet. 'Oh no sir, not at all. I was just admiring it.' she said as
she picked up a coil of rope. 'I know what some of these thing are, but others,
I'm not quite sure. 'Are you asking me because you thing I want you ask, or
because you want to know yourself?' She was took back for a moment. She thought
over the question very carefully. The real question is if she enjoys this or
not. 'I am truly interested in this sir.' she answered. 'And I really did enjoy
last night.' 'Is that the truth Marcy?' 'Yes sir. It's the truth.' Greenfield
was satisfied with her answers. He gave a small smiled to the girl. She returned
one of her own. He took the rope from her hands. 'We'll look at this stuff
later. But first, let's have something to eat. You must be hungry.' She realized
that she hadn't eaten a thing since dinner the night before. He opened another
door to exposed a small room. There was a small dinner table in the center,
covered with a table cloth, fine china and silverware. Soft, soothing music
played in the background. Against the far wall was a buffet, covered with a
large assortment of breakfast and brunch items. There were pancakes, eggs,
bacon, toast, sweet rolls, fruit and nuts, coffee, juice, and champagne. They
filled their plates, and sat down to eat. Marcy wasn't sure what to say, if
anything. But Greenfield started the conversation. They talked about everything.
He was an excellent conversationalist. But not once did they talk about the
night before, or any related subject. 'I took the liberty of talking to Ms.
Breeker for you. I informed her that you were going out of town to visit
friends, and you wouldn't be in the rest of the weekend. I gave you the weekend
off.' 'I was wondering about that sir. I... I wasn't sure what to do.' 'What you
mean to say is, you were wondering if you punishment is over or not.' 'Well, I
guess that's what I mean.' she answered shyly He put his fork down. 'Tell me
what do you think.' 'Well,' she said. 'under the law, the more severe the crime,
the greater the punishment is. It was an expensive vase, I was caught at the
scene of the crime, and I don't seem to have a lawyer. The evidence is against
me, and I guess I must expect the most harsh sentence under the law. I must
plead guilty to the charge, and except whatever sentence the court feels is fair
restitution' Greenfield laughed. 'Quite a analysis, young lady. Am I to assume
that I'm the Prosecutor, Judge, and Warden in this case?' 'Yes, your Honor.'
'Well then. Does the defendant feel the punishment fits the crime?' 'Yes, your
Honor.' 'Should I let you off so easy. Give you time off for good behavior and
an early parole or make you serve the full sentence? 'As the defendant, I'll say
whatever it takes to get out easy. But I know I must pay my debt to society, you
Honor.' She knew what he was doing. He was trying to find out if this was all to
much for her and if she wanted to get out of this now. She respected him for it.
She knew she had been kidnapped by him. Nobody knew where she was, or what had
happened to her except for him. She realized she was completely under his
control, and couldn't escape without his permission. But she didn't want to walk
away. Something was keeping her here. She wanted to do more, and please him. She
had enjoyed everything that has happened, and was looking forward to what was
next. 'Well,' he said, 'I can see that you haven't been reformed. And you
haven't fulfilled you debt to society yet. Therefore, I sentence you to the full
term under the law. Detention to begin immediately. This court stands
adjourned.' He hammered the table with a butter knife. This was the judgment she
was hoping for. 'Thank you, your Honor' she replied. He stood up and ordered her
to remain quit, and led into the main room. She was taken over to the bed, and
told to remove her robe and slippers, and lay face down on the bed. She did as
commanded, now wearing only the gown, as he collected what he needed. Her wrists
were pulled behind her back and tied tightly together with red velvet strips.
Her ankles were also tied together with another strip. A third strip was
inserted in her mouth with another covering it and tied behind her head. Longer
strips were wrapped around her thighs, knees, chest and waits. A final strip was
placed over her eyes and tied behind her head. 'You will be serving the rest of
your sentence in this room. Consider it your cell for the weekend. I'll check up
on you later.' He got up, turned down all the lights except for the bright one
over the bed. Marcy couldn't see a thing through the blindfold. She knew he was
leaving the room and would return when he wanted. She lay on the satin sheets,
trying to get free. She thought this might be to simple, and she would be loose
in a moment. But it wasn't going to be as easy as she had hoped. For as soft as
the were, the velvet cords were strong and didn't give an inch. It was some time
before she gave up. If she was going to be a prisoner, she might as well try to
escape. Not that she wanted to, but she felt she had to try. But she knew the
effort would be fruitless. Even if she did get free, where would she go. All the
doors were locked. All in all, she couldn't escape is she really wanted to. Her
mind raced around. In the darkness, she began to imagination his return. What
would he do next. She had just about given up on guessing on him. But most of
all, when would he satisfy his needs. When would he just screw her like crazy.
She wanted that just as bad as he must. It was two hours before he returned.
Marcy was laying motionless on the bed when she heard the door open. She heard
his slow footsteps walking toward her, but couldn't see him. At last, she felt
him sit down on the bed. She jump at the touch of his hand on her back. His hand
slowly moved up and down her back, her legs, and her ass. His touch was so
light. As his fingers slid over the satin material, shivers ran down her spine.
He removed the strip from her eyes. She blinked in the strong light, but soon
adjusted to it. She rolled over and looked up at him. He was dressed in a
comfortable shirt and black dress pants. His hands continued to play with her.
His fingers ranged up and down her body. She sighed as he cupped his over her
chest. She closed her eyes and let the flood of sensation flow through her body.
He continued to let his hands slowly play with her as he spoke to her in a
authoritative voice. 'Go into the dressing room and through the other door.
There you will find a small bathroom with shower. You should find whatever you
need. Take as much time as you like. In the dressing room you'll find change of
cloths in the closet. Change into the outfit and return here. If you return
before I do, wait here, I won't be long. Do you understand?' She nodded her
head. He untied the velvet cord from her body and removed the gag from her
mouth. She slowly walked over to the room and the door closed behind her. She
rushed over to the hutch to see what was there for her. There was a set of
matching red lace bra, panties, garter belt and a set of red silk stockings with
seems running up the back. The red high heels she wore before were also there.
'Red is the color of passion.' she said to herself. She went into the bathroom.
The room as better than the typical bathroom, The decor was bright and tasteful.
The shower had the best scented shampoos and conditioners. The towels were thick
and plentiful and the finest imported soaps were available. The room was heated,
to avoid chills. She let the warm water run down her body. It felt good to let
her arms stretch, and the sweat wash off her. She got out and rapped a thick
bathroom around herself. She dried her hair, and used the curling iron. When she
was done, she went back to the dressing room. She put on her makeup first. She
kept the red theme going by using red-tinted eye shadow and extra blush. She
used the brightest red lipstick in the table. She put on the outfit and
carefully pulled on her stockings. Nothings is worst than a run in your
stockings. Lastly, she pulled on the pumps. She stood in front of the mirror.
Normally, she didn't like the way she looked. She thought she was too fat, or
her chest was too small. But every time she looked into this mirror, she liked
what she saw. She just hoped Greenfield like it too. It was a little more than
an hour before she went back into the playpen. The lights were on more even
throughout the room. Greenfield was nowhere to be seen. The bed had been changed
into black satin sheets and the quilt was gone. Other than that, nothing else
was different. Her instructions were to wait for him, so she went over to the
bed. She hesitated to lay down on bed. Maybe she had better wait to see what he
wanted. So she elected to sit in the wooded chair. The chair as an old heavy
one, and it creaked as she sat in it. She didn't have to wait long before he
returned. He was wearing a white silk shirt and a tight pair of leather pants.
He entered the room and slowly walked over to her. Before he got there, she
stood up and modeled for him before he would ask her. 'Yes' he said. 'I do like
it, and what's in it. Do you?' She nodded her head. 'Take you seat again. You're
just where I want you.' She sat down in the chair. He produced several coils of
soft white rope and began to tie her to the chair. Her wrists were tied to the
arms of the chair and her upper arms were roped to the chair back. He passed
rope around her waist and chair back. Her chest received the same treatment.
Lastly, her ankles and calves were tied to the legs of the chair. He went around
and checked all the knots. Marcy knew getting loose from this one would be
impossible. All rope ends were beyond reach, and all knots were tight. He showed
her the red ball gag. 'You remember this, of course. As you can see, it's is
style with you attire.' Marcy opened her mouth to receive the gag. He pushed it
in, and tied the secured the ends. He stepped back and watched the girl. Marcy
struggled in the ropes, trying to make some slack. Thought the ropes weren't too
tight, there wasn't any room for movement. The chair creaked as she worked her
body around. Greenfield was satisfied with his work. He walked behind her and
laid his hands on her shoulders. She loved the touch of his hands on her bare
skin. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his hands lightly roamed around
her body. But after only a minute, he stopped and left the room. She felt the
itch between her legs again. She felt herself getting hot and wet once more.
Again she knew the punishment of both the body and the mind was working on her.
She began to wonder who else had been brought into this room. There had to have
been others. She fantasized about a tall red-headed woman, chained tightly to
the rack. Her body stripped of her cloths, except for red spiked heels, and held
immobile. Her mouth filled with a leather gag. Greenfield had her so horny, that
the juices were running down her legs and he rolled her nipples between his
fingers. It was hours before she had her needs taken care of. She then thought
of another scenario where two women were tied together at the waists. Their arms
pulled above the naked bodies, and their spread legs tied together at the
ankles. The sweat poured off their hot bodies as he played with them. Then they
were tied kneeling back to back, as he took turns receiving the blow jobs they
hungrily gave him. Marcy couldn't help herself. The whole time he was gone, she
squirmed in the chair and fantasized. Her body getting hotter, and her mind
getting hornier. She dreamed of his return. She needed it so badly. When would
he return? It was less than an hour later before he returned to her. He spoke
not a word, but slowly untied her from the chair, but left the gag in her mouth.
He pulled her to her feet, and lead her over to the bed. He turned the girl
around and stood behind her. She felt arms reach around her and unhook the front
clasp of the bra and it being pulled off of her. Her hard nipples welcomed the
cool air. Next, her panties were slowly pulled down her legs. She stepped out of
them without a word. He moved her to be laying on her back on the bed. He pulled
out leathers straps with leather cuffs on one end. He placed her left wrist in
the cuff, buckled it, and tied it to the brass headboard. Her right one received
the same. Her legs were spread, and two more straps secured them in place. Marcy
loved the smell and feel of fine leather. She loved the sound it made as it
moved, and how it felt on her skin. Greenfield as also a fan of leather, and
used it whenever he could. The girl worked her arms and legs, but found no
relief form the straps. She was tightly restrained, and slightly stretched.
Completely venerable to whatever he wanted. She stared up into the mirrored
ceiling. She watched the reflection of her naked body, squirming in it's bonds.
He sat down on the bed next to her. He gently glided his finger over her skin.
She shivered at his touch. His fingers played with her, squeezing and probing
wherever they wanted. They felt her hard nipples, and entered her wet cunt.
Marcy wished he wouldn't stop. His tip of his tongue touched her nipples as he
fingers her clit. Soon, his whole mouth was on her breasts, gently sucking them.
His fingers worked faster on her clit, building her into a huge orgasm. Again
her held her on the edge, not allowing her to release. Marcy thrashed on the bed
as much as her restraints would allow. After several minutes of closeness, he
finally let her explode. She came as long and hard as the night before. She
tensed her body as the wave rolled over her body. Then it finally calmed again,
as she lay limp on the soft sheets. Greenfield stopped for a moment. Again his
fingers gently glided over her soft skin. The girl was breathing fast and deep,
recovering from her ordeal. But it wasn't long before she released she was
getting excited again. Greenfield was again playing with her nipples and clit.
She felt the itch return, and began to squirm again. She never got this excited
so quickly after and orgasm. His touch got her hot once more. What a talent her
had for it. But this time, she wanted him deep inside of her. She wanted to feel
his body slam into hers as he pumped in and out of her. She wanted him like no
man ever before. Greenfield stood up. Marcy was worried he was going to leave
again. But instead of leaving, he slowly removed his shirt. She got more and
more excited as she did a slow striptease. She loved his muscular body, his
chest, his legs and tight waist. At last, he was down to his black bikini brief.
Marcy could see the huge bulge in them, and wanted to see the true thing. He
slowly pulled of the brief to reveal his manhood to her. It was long and firm,
and it stood hard like a pole. He gently stroked it, and it grew even larger.
Marcy wanted do badly to be doing it herself. Her twisted and turned as much as
the leather would give. She grunted and groaned into her gag, leading him to
shove it into her. He crawled on top of her and pressed her hard-on onto her
excited clit. He slowly moved his body on top of body, dry humping her. Marcy
returned as much as she could. She could feel her orgasm building to monster
proportions. He then lifted up and slowly pushed is cock into her. He did it so
slowly, that she wondered if it was too big to fit inside her. At last her was
totally in her, and the tip seemed to touch bottom. Marcy moaned deeply as he
pushed it in a little harder. He squirmed it inside of her, driving her wild. He
strokes started long and slow. He wanted to savor this for as long as possible.
Marcy too wanted it to last. But with each stroke, he got a little faster, and
she moved her hips a little more each time. Finally, they were at full speed. He
was ramming in to her, and she was bucking like wild. Her muffled grunts and
groans mixed with his, as they both were heading toward their climaxes. The wave
of pleasure shot through Marcy's body. She tensed her body as it shook her.
Within a few seconds of starting, Greenfield rammed deep inside of her and shot
a huge load of cum deep into her. He pushed in deeper as the cum poured out of
him. At last, they were through. He laid on top of her, his softening dick still
inside her. He pulled the ball out of her mouth, and pressed his lips onto hers.
They kissed hard and passionately for several minutes. Their bodies pressing
into one another, trying to become one. Within minutes, Marcy noticed that he
was hard again, and was slowly starting to hump again. He stopped after a
minute, and pulled out, much to Marcy's disappointment. But is only for a
moment. He untied the rope for the ball gag. He then moved down to her ankles,
unbuckled the belts and pulled them off of her legs. Lastly, her wrists were
freed from the straps. He then laid down on the bed next to her. Again their
mouths met. This time, Marcy could return all the favors he had bestowed upon
her. Her hands stroked his chest as his caressed her hips. Her fingers wrapped
around his cock, as his played with clit. He both were breathing hard. His lips
kisses and sucked her nipples as she ran her fingers through his hair. She
rolled him onto his back, and moved her head down to his groins. She licked the
tip of is head, and tasted his cum. She kissed the shaft, and finally took the
whole thing into her mouth. She loved to give men head. She almost got off on it
as much as they did.
PART 4
After a few minutes, she pulled her up to him, and she straddled his hips. They
humped for a few minutes, as the kissed deeply. She them moved up, and he slid
his rod inside of her. They fucked for a few moments with her on top if him.
Even though she was in the superior position, he still controlled the situation.
They moved well together, as they moaned and groaned. He then rolled them over,
and was on top again. She rapped her legs around him and squeezes tight. They
fucked faster and faster. Their sweat covered bodies mashing into one another.
They rolled from side to side on the sheets. She felt his body tighten up, and
him ram into her. Just as he shot his second load, she felt her climax hit. She
screamed out with delight as he grunted out his. Again the matched the orgasm
together. Within a couple of minutes, they were exhausted, with him laying on
top of her. After a few more minutes, the rolled over, pulled up the sheets, and
cuddled together. Marcy sighed continently as her held her in his arms. For
several minutes, neither of them spoke a word. 'May I speak, sir.' she dared
asked. 'Of course you may.' 'If this is punishment, I hope I'm in detention for
life.' 'Discipline has many forms. This happens to be my favorite.' 'It's mine
now.' She hugged him tightly. She felt strangely content and safe in his arms.
Not since she was a little girl and her father's hugged her to drive the night
creeps away had she such feelings. He felt happy. 'Say' he said after a few
moments, 'how would you like to get out and do a little shopping.' She giggled a
bit. 'But I thought my term isn't up yet.' 'Call it a work release program, if
you want.' 'Oh yes, sir, but I hope you are coming with me?' 'Of course. You
can't leave without a guard.' They got up out of the bed. It was the she
realized one small problem. 'What am I going to ware. I don't think this is
appropriate street wear. And I don't know where my uniform went to.' 'I feel
it's appropriate myself. In fact, it's perfect, but not practical. We can't have
men falling all over you. But it's already covered. You'll find proper attire in
the dressing room.' A complete change of cloths was waiting for her. A white
blouse, tight blue jeans, pantyhose, bra, white high heels and matching purse.
By someway, everything she had worn in the past 36 hours has fit better than her
own cloths. She met him the playpen. He had changed into blue jeans and cowboy
boots. 'A prisoner should be shackled if they leave the jail. But I think
handcuffs will do.' She held out her wrist, and he snapped them on her. Having
her secured, they walked out the door to the garage. 'I gave the help the day
off, except of Wayne.' Wayne was the butler, and the head of the staff. He had
been with the master for years. 'Why Wayne, Mr. Greenfield.' He's the only one I
trust. He knows all about my little quirks, except for you now. He also helped
me construct the room, and furnish it. In return, he and his wife us it on
occasion, with my permission. 'Does he know about me?' 'No. He knows there is
someone here, but doesn't know who. He's upstairs, and will not pry into this
affair. All and all, he's a very good man.' 'He must be. sir.' He stopped them
at the garage door. 'For the rest of the weekend, you don't need to call me sir.
You know my name is Ronald. Use that, or Ron, if you like. I really hate
formalities.' He smiled at the girl. She knew that she didn't have to worry
about anything. 'I like Ronald. It's a handsome name.' she stated. They walked
into the garage. 'I don't think we need these for a while. But I'll hang on to
them in case you get jumpy.' He unlocked the cuffs from her wrists. 'Which car
do you like to take?' he asked. Greenfield was a car buff, and had several. A
few imports, a Caddy, and a couple old muscle cars from the late sixties. Marcy
walked over to the little red Mercedes Bends convertible. 'I always wanted to
drive around on a country road, doing about ninety, in a little car like this.
Could we take this one. At least I can say I've been in one' 'If you like. Maybe
we can make your dream come true.' They jumped in, put the top down, and took
off. I wasn't a long drive to the mall, but it became one. The went out onto the
highway, and opened it up to 100 MPH. It was a warm afternoon, and the breeze
blew through their hair. The got to the mall about an hour later. The shopped
around for a while before the got to the shoe store. Marcy saw a pair of red
spiked heels, with ankle straps. 'Do you like those?' he asked. 'Yes, I do. I'm
sure you do too.' 'You've guessed I like high heels on a woman. I think the make
a woman truly a woman. Men can have long hair, and can dress more feminine, but
heels a strictly a ladies item.' 'Why's that?' 'The make the leg look longer,
and leaner. There's also something sexy about them. But you must thing I'm
strange.' 'Oh no. Not at all. I completely agree with you. I love heels, but
never really ware them. I don't think I have the legs for them.' 'Oh shit.' he
said 'What woman thinks she does? A woman is either never satisfied with
herself, or she is so conceded, no one is good enough for her. My dear, you look
sensational in heels, and everything else you ware. I happen to believe that you
are a most attractive woman.' She was speechless. He had never been given such
complements, and she was deeply flattered. Not knowing what to say, she looked
into the case at she shoes. 'Would you like them?' he asked 'Yes, I would. But I
can't afford them.' 'No, but I can.' 'Oh no. I can't let you do that. That's not
fair.' 'Why do you thing I brought you here. I intend to spoil you rotten. This
is only the start, and it continues in line with my plans. Like I said, there
are many forms of punishment. Are you coming with in with me, or do I have to
buy them without you trying them on?' At first she wasn't sure if she should
protest more or not. But she felt his air of mastery. If he wants her to have
it, one way or another, she will. The went into the store. She tried them on and
fell in love with them. Again she offered to help pay, but he wouldn't hear of
it. The went into another store and he bought her a red silk blouse. Again her
protested, but gave in to him. 'I told you once, and I'll tell you again, it's
all part of the plan, and you will have it, one way or another.' They proceeded
next to a leather shop. She stopped out side the door. 'Really, Ronald. This is
too much. I like leather cloths, but I don't want you to spent all your money on
me. It makes me feel cheap or something. 'Listen to me. First of all, I have
enough money, but no one to spend it on. I like to spoil people. I gives me
pleasure, and something to do. Second, you're not asking for it, nor expecting
it. So, your not cheap or something. And third, I want to, and I want you to
have it. Besides, I like a woman in leather and silk.' 'That too much. I can't
let you buy everything in the place for me. Besides, where am I going to ware
all of this stuff.' 'Out to dinner with me tonight at Club Roger, then dancing
at the Outrage, if you must know.' 'Are you serious?' she asked. 'Serious as a
heart attack. Remember, spoiled rotten. Come on now, in we go. We have to get a
move on. Hup, two, three, four.' He had her try on a white leather miniskirt.
The smell of leather, and the way it moves on a body really turned her on. She
came out of the dressing room and showed her master. He smiled, and nodded in
approval. She changed and came out. Ronald was over by the leather jackets. He
held up a red one. 'Try this on. I think it will be a good fit.' She slipped in
on, snapped it closed and tied the sash 'Well?' 'Very nice. Take a look for
yourself.' He pointed to a mirror. 'Oh. I love it.' She said turning around and
looking at the back. She looked at the price tag on the cuff. 'Ronald, are you
sure?' 'Yes, I'm sure. Discipline comes in many forms. I happen to like this
form, not to mention, your form. You also need a purse to go with it.' They took
the skirt, jacket and purse up to the register and paid for them. The counter
girl put them in boxes and bags, and the left the store. When they were outside
the store, she stopped and turned to him. 'I guess I should thank you for all of
this. I never had anyone do so much for me.' 'No thanks are necessary. I just
hope you enjoy them all, and tonight.' 'With you, I know I will' The went out to
the car. The air was still warm, but he pulled the top up. He then opened the
glove box, and pulled out hand and leg cuffs. 'You were a little to disagreeable
in there. I'm afraid you must ware these home.' 'I was a bad girl.' she joked as
he locked her wrists behind her back, and locked her legs together. He started
the car and drove off. This time, he went strait home. The whole time, the girl
struggled in the chains. She fantasized that he picked her hitchhiking. He said
he would give her a ride only if she agreed to be handcuffed during the drive.
Of course she played it out that half way through the drive, he stopped the car
and proceeded to give her a lesion on not thumbing for rides. Her dream didn't
come true. Soon they were pulling up the drive to the estate and in the garage.
He unlocked her ankles, but kept her wrists together. They went into the house
and back to the playpen. 'Since you weren't the model prisoner,' he said, 'I an
afraid that you must be put into solitary confinement for a while.' 'Yes sir,
warden.' she replied. He removed her cuffs and ordered her to strip her cloths
off. When she was naked, she was commended to lay on the bed, face down. He
pulled her wrists behind her back and tied and clinched them tightly with lots
of rope. Her ankles were then roped together in a similar manner. He then
attached a length of rope to her wrists, bent her legs, and tied the other end
to her ankles. She laid on the bed in a very tight hog-tie. She rolled around an
the bed for a few moments, trying to get loose. She grunted and groaned as she
tried to loosed her ropes. Greenfie
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