STRANGE MEDIEVAL AND OTHER BONDAGE ADVENTURES

                              BY ROD

The following is pure fiction.  Any hint of factual people, places or happenings is purely accidental.

                          CHAPTER ELEVEN

     It was Sarah who awakened me.
     "Wake up, sleepy head.  Time for you to take a shower and get ready for an exciting evening with our friends, the Monroe's.  I'll tell you a little about them but want to leave a few surprises.  I want you to wear the light blue, full length latex dress I gave you soon after Don brought you here.  Don't worry, some of the other guests will be in latex or Lycra, and others, including myself, will be in leather.  Everyone there shares interests that are a little 
unconventional and I know this includes you."
     As she talked, sitting on the edge of my bed, I was already getting a little keyed up in anticipation.
     She continued, "Our hosts are Bill and Nancy Monroe.  They are a little older than we but are very exciting people.  Their daughter is Georgia and she is home from college.  A very stunning young woman I might add.  Don can't wait to present you to them.  He thinks you are a very special person as do I, and I believe you are in for quite an evening.  Now get your body in motion and let me know if you need help getting dressed."
     With that she leaned forward, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and left the room.  I showered and then spent a little extra time brushing my short hair and putting on more makeup than I usually wore.  Then I took out the latex dress.  It was really almost an evening gown and the material felt wonderful to my touch.  For a moment I pondered what to wear underneath it but realized that anything in the way of a bra or panties would produce ridges through the thin rubber.  So the answer was nothing.  I carefully applied talcum powder to my body and stepped into the gown, slowly easing it up into position.  It had a low, sort of circular neckline and was  sleeveless.  The dress reached almost to the floor with a side cut that only came up to my knees.  When I managed to full up the concealed zipper in the back, my breasts were raised and accentuated by the material and my nipples were quite obvious, more so because they immediately became erect as I looked at myself.  I put on low pumps, the same color as my dress, and walked around my
room getting used to the tightness and wonderful feel of the dress.  I knew that going down the stairs to where I hoped Don would be waiting was going to be interesting.
     And yes, both he and Sarah were there smiling at me.  I reached down and pulled the dress up a little to give my knees a little more room.  Descending the staircase, I could see that Don had on a white shirt and dark brown leather pants with a gold chain around his neck.  Sarah was wearing a black leather jumpsuit with a wide belt cinched in the middle by a pair of what appeared to be real handcuffs.  A one-inch studded leather collar went around her throat.  Both looked
exciting, especially Don.
     When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Don came over and embraced me, letting his hands wander down over my bottom.  It was almost as if I wasn't wearing anything for the latex was like a second skin.
     He whispered, "I love you."
     And I answered, "I love you, too."
     He then opened a small velvet box with the Cartier name on top.  In it were simple gold earrings, a gold chain choker and a gold bracelet.  I gave him a long kiss and felt his body push against mine.  Sarah helped me get the earrings through my pierced lobes and then Don insisted on putting on the bracelet 
     "Pat, this is a love bracelet which you won't be able to take off without this little gold screwdriver."
     I watched fascinated as it went around my wrist and he tightened two little screws.  Then he picked up the necklace which consisted of a moderately heavy gold chain.  It was made with a inch gold heart at one end and a rectangular open link at the upper.  Don went behind me and placed the chain around my neck.  When he inserted the link into the side of the heart, I heard a snap, and when he removed his hands letting the heart rest at about the level of my clavicles, I could see a small keyhole in the center of the heart.  Since the length of the chain was relatively short, I realized that only by unlocking the heart could it be removed.
     "Oh Don, it's so beautiful.....and I know you have the key to my heart.  Thank you very much," and gave him a warm embrace and an open mouth kiss.  I could feel a part of his anatomy poking my pubis and knew we were both enjoying the moment.
     "Come on you two lovebirds," said Sarah.  "Ed has to work late but will be joining us for dinner so I'm riding with you"
     When I saw the Monroe's home, I began to think that everyone in the area lived in big houses on large pieces of real estate.  We parked in the circular drive and were met at the door by our hosts to whom I was introduced.  "Bill and Nancy, I want you to formally meet Pat Anderson," Don said.
     "Welcome to our home, Pat," Bill replied.  "We sort of know you already.  First you appeared as a gilded statue and the second time as a poor wench hanging in a cage.  In both cases you weren't wearing very much.  And now we have the honor of your presence dressed in something that looks out of this world."
     "Bill, stop drooling or I will change the seating arrangements for dinner.  Come in Pat and make yourself at home," Nancy said.  She was dressed in a white Lycra jumpsuit with a white leather belt and boots.  Bill looked to be in his early 50's and looked like he was very fit.  He  was dressed in a black T-shirt, black pants and a black leather dinner jacket.  His waist was narrow and his pectorals and neck muscles were very well developed.  My hand sort of disappeared in his when we shook hands.
     I wondered where Georgia, the daughter, was as we walked through the entrance hall and down two steps into a very informal living room with large leather covered chairs and sofas arranged around a large, almost colonial appearing fireplace.  The room looked very comfortable and obviously was where the family spent a good amount of time.
     On one side there was a large television but as I scanned the room my eyes became riveted on a corner to the right of where we were all standing.  There was a slightly raised, three foot square wooden platform with a vertical 4x4 inch post that was about 7 feet high.  Bound to this post was what first appeared to be a glistening pink statue.  Then I realized that it was a woman wrapped tightly from head to toe with multiple, thin layers of pink plastic.  Her back was against
the post and her arms were behind it.  It was obvious that she had large breasts, a narrow waist and beautiful thighs, emphasized by the wrapping.  My heart started racing just looking at her.
     "Yes, Pat, that's our daughter, Georgia, home from medical school where she is trying to become a doctor," Bill said.
     "Did she do something wrong," I blurted out.
     "Oh no.  She just has a lot of energy and this is one way we have of slowing her down for a few minutes.  It was largely her own idea."
     "Can she breathe okay and how long has she been wrapped up like that?" I asked.
     "Yes, there are holes over her nostrils.  And she is trying to go one hour which will be up about the time we sit down for dinner.  Go ahead and feel her or try to talk to her, but you'll find she can't talk back. We're going out on the veranda off the dining room for drinks.  Take your time and come out when you're ready," Nancy said.
     Don hung back a little and said to me, "Intriguing, isn't she?  Don't torment her too much.  And what would you like to drink?"
     "A weak gin and tonic if they have it, or white wine, and I'll be right out."
     I walked up to the bound figure, wondering whether she had heard the conversation.  Very gently I ran my hands over her breasts and outlined her nipples.  I could hear her suck in her breath and she moaned softly as I touched the side of her neck and face.  I was sure that she was aroused but she did not move an inch.  My own excitement was building steadily.
     "Can you hear me, Georgia?" I whispered and got no response.  I caressed her some more and then impulsively embraced her, molding my body to hers with my arms around hers.  My lips pressed against the layers of plastic covering hers and her breath coming from the two small holes became more rapid as she moaned louder.
     Just before I started to grind my pelvis against hers, I came to my senses and backed off.  It was almost a whine that came from the figure.  Standing there beside her and knowing that she was pleading for more attention, I was trying to figure out why I was so aroused and was also feeling guilty of taking advantage of a person I barely knew.  I decided that I had better just join the others.
     Don whispered to me, "Pat you look a little flushed. Are you okay?"  I nodded and he handed me my drink.
     Sarah's husband joined us and for a while we sat around talking about one thing or another, and they made me feel I was part of the group.  Then Georgia came out, dressed in a simple white, cotton dress with a low neckline that showed the upper portion of her breasts.  She had shoulder length, naturally blond hair and was very attractive.  We were introduced and when we shook hands, she seemed reluctant to let go but maybe this was just my imagination.
     The remaining seat at the outside table was across from me so I really didn't have a chance to talk to her.  But when we went in for dinner, I was seated on Bill's right, and she was next to me.  Dinner was delicious although I was a little tense for multiple reasons.  For one  thing, I was fascinated by the maid who came in wearing high heeled shoes, a sleeveless. Tight fitting black knit blouse, short black rubber skirt, white short apron, white wristlets and a white cap.  When she turned and I could see her back, she was for all purposes nude for the shirt and skirt were entirely open in the back save for a strip of black cloth around her waist, the apron strap and the skirt belt.  While she was serving Don, I saw him look at me and with his hand feel her buttock, knowing that I was watching.  I swore I was going to get even at some point.
     Then I heard Georgia in a soft voice ask, "Well, what did you think of the statue in the living room?"
     I blushed a little and replied, "How did you know it was me?  Did you hear us talking?"
     "No, they plugged my ears with wax so I couldn't hear a thing, but I guessed it was you when you touched me so gently."
     "How did you feel wrapped up like that?"
     "I loved it, except you left me a few seconds too soon."
     "But how does it really feel?  Were you hot?  Can you breathe okay?  Can you see anything?  Do you get tired?"
     "You sure have a lot of questions, and I think I'm not going to give you answers.  If you don't suffer from claustrophobia, I'd love to help you find the answers."
     "Hm," I murmured and then realized that people were getting up from the table.  I told Bill and Nancy that the dinner had been great, wondering whether we soon would be going home.  At that point they turned to rest of us and announced that they had something new to show us.  Don squeezed my hand and we followed the group downstairs to a "playroom" where I was amazed to see a big X-frame, several harnesses, assorted straps, a rack of garments, some of which were obviously latex, a gas mask and a few other things.  In the center of the room was a foot high rectangular platform about 3 feet wide and 8 feet long.  The platform seemed to have a 2 inch thick black mattress covered my a rectangular metal frame on which was stretched a piece of black rubber.  Nearby sat what looked like a vacuum cleaner except it had several dials and knobs.  There was a small utility bar with stools, a small refrigerator, a small sink and a few  liquor bottles.  Beyond the bar, the room opened up to an indoor swimming pool.
     Bill stopped next to the platform, turned and asked Don, "Well, what do you think?"
     His reply was, "Bill, I knew you and Nancy would get one sooner or later.  And it looks
well designed.  Pat, do you know what you are looking at?"  I shook my head, not having a clue.
     Bill turned to his daughter and said, "Georgia, how about a demonstration?"
     "Sure, if you'll try to get Pat to follow.  And do you want me with or without clothes?"
     "That's up to you."
     Georgia kicked off her shoes and sat down on the platform, watching as her mother placed padded leather cuffs around her ankles, attaching them with short straps to the adjacent corners of the metal frame.  Then as her father started draping a black rubber sheet over the lower portion of her body, Georgia pulled her dress over her head and off, revealing that she was wearing nothing
underneath.  I could feel a little urge in the region of my clitoris and looked down to see my nipples standing erect.  I knew my hand in Don's was a little sweaty.
     Her father pulled the sheet up to her neck and watched as Nancy cuffed her wrists that fastened to the frame above her head.  Nancy was now stretched out, flat on her back.  Her father positioned what looked like an oral airway gadget that was part of the covering sheet, so that Georgia could take it in her mouth and I saw that there was a strap that went around her head to keep the airway from being dislodged..  Her parents then pulled the sheet taunt and placed a second metal frame over the first.  These mated together in such a way as to compress the two layers of rubber sheeting.
     Bill asked his daughter whether she was all set and there was a nod and a 'yep".  He then attached a hose coming from the nearby machine to a receptacle on the side of the platform, saying to rest of us that there were several holes in the bottom sheet from which stiff hoses connected to the inside of the receptacle.
     "Now here we go.  Watch everyone."  He flipped on a switch on the machine and I heard a motor rev up.  Watching the dials, he adjusted one of the knobs.  For a moment nothing seemed to happen and then I saw the upper sheet begin to mould to Georgia's body.  This continued until she was clearly outlined and held with no air pockets anywhere.  The sound of the motor increased in pitch and then steadied as Bill made another adjustment.
     "Well, that's it, folks.  My new vacuum bed.  Pretty neat, don't you think.  Both Nancy and I have tried it and it really feels great.  And to release he vacuum, all you have to do is flip this switch."  The motor stopped and I could hear air rushing in between the two rubber layers.  He took off the upper frame while Nancy unstrapped the cuffs, and Georgia emerged, smiling with just a little saliva around her mouth.
     Her mother handed her a robe as Georgia said to me, "Okay, Pat, now it's your turn, Really, you'll enjoy it."
     "No, I don't think....."
     "Come on, I dare you, and I know you'll get a kick out of it."
     I turned to Don who smiled and said, "It's up to you but I can't see you passing up an opportunity like this."
     "Okay, Mr. Monroe, or Bill.  But unless I start yelling or doing something, I want to stay in the thing longer than Georgia just to show her a thing or two."
     I climbed up the platform and watched as Nancy secured my ankles.  Sarah came over and said, "I'll help you off with your dress, Pat."  I started to resist but she had already unzipped me and with Bill easily holding my wrists, she and Nancy pulled the dress off.  Then I felt my hands pulled above my head and the wrist cuffs were snugly applied.
     The rubber sheet that Bill was holding up was faintly yellow and almost completely transparent.  As he explained to the group that this was an alternative to the black rubber, I saw Georgia coming at me with the mouth piece or airway.
     "Pat, seriously, it works real well and is plenty big.  The strap holds it in place and prevents you from accidentally spitting it out and we'll watch you closely."
     In fact it seemed to fit in my mouth comfortably as the strap was pulled tight.  Suddenly I felt the sheet pulled taunt.  I still could see vague shapes through the covering and heard the  clang of the second frame being positioned.  I jumped a little when the motor was turned on for I didn't expect it to be so loud inside.  Then the sheet seemed to swarm around me getting tighter and tighter.  I was forced to close my eyes as the sheet was drawn tightly around my head and the
pitch of the motor sound went up.  My toes were bent towards the foot of the table and my fingers were flattened.  When I tried moving my head, I found I could not do a thing, partially because of the attachment of the airway to the sheet but also because my head was held so tightly.
     And there I lay, completely immobile yet quite comfortable.  I was getting hot in more ways than one and wondered whether Georgia or Don would touch me.  A moment later, I was mentally begging for someone to touch me in various areas.  I realized that the upper sheet was tight across my labia but I couldn't move enough to get it to stimulate me towards a climax.
     With the sound of the machine droning away, my mind raced through all sorts of imaginative scenes and I enjoyed each one.  So when, I suddenly heard the motor stop, I was basically disappointed.  It had been a far too short, wonderful and very stimulating experience.
     When the sheet was removed, everyone clapped and smiled at my sweaty body.
     "Thanks every one.  It was sort of fun.  How long was I in it?"
     "About half as long as I," said Georgia.  "But we wanted to have time to demonstrate the other side of the machine.  Come on, Mom and Dad.  Give me a hand."
     "Now what are you going......?" I started to ask.
     "Shush.  Just relax and enjoy it, " Georgia commanded.  Nancy by this time was releasing
my ankles but my hands were still tied.  I saw Don looking at me with a big grin on his face.
     Nancy with her husband's strong help then inserted my legs into what looked a little like the pant legs of a green rubber, deep sea diver's suit.  The suit appeared to have two layers, both of which were quite loose but it did catch under my breasts momentarily.  Georgia did the honors, pushing my boobs down. Only then did they release my wrists which they immediately pushed into the arms of the suit.
     Bill continued to hold my arms in front of me and Nancy held my ankles as Georgia inserted a small earphone into one of my ears.  The wire ran to the side of the hood which she began to draw forward over my head, presenting me with another airway.
     "Pat, take it in your mouth like a good little girl or I'll make you.  It's just like the other except it has a more complex tube arrangement which I will explain to you later."
     "Georgia, please tell me what this is all about."
     These were my last words as she shoved the mouthpiece into position and pulled the hood down to my neck level where I could feel it being fastened with some type of zipper arrangement.  I was breathing rapidly but easily although there seemed to be no holes for my nostrils nor were there any eyeholes, so again I was in darkness with absolutely no light coming in.
     Then I sort of felt something being connected to my suit near the belt line and wondered whether the air was going to be evacuated.  There was an electronic click in the earphone and then I heard Bill's voice asking, "Are you okay, Pat?"  I nodded and said yes around the airway.  "Fine, now just relax.  You won't be harmed.  Perhaps I should tell you that you are inside two layers of strong rubber.  There are short bands running between the layers so the layers cannot be
separated more than a designed distance.  This may be confusing to you now but you will soon understand.  Sorry, but the motor will again be loud for a while."
     The earphone clicked off, the motor came on with a roar, and the expected collapse of the inner layer against my body occurred but this time I felt my body being lifted up off the table, my legs stiffened out away from each other and my arms moved until they were straight out from my sides.  I then realized that air was being forced between the two layers and I was being blown up inside a balloon-like suit.  The pressure build up steadily until I began to worry whether I would
be able to breathe.
     Suddenly the motor stopped but the pressure remained steady.  The earphone clicked on and Bill's said, "Pat, there are several sensors that are picking up you heart beat and respiratory rate so we know you are okay.  We will continue to monitor you closely.  Now I am changing microphones so you can hear everyone in the room.  The hose has been detached from your suit and valves are keeping the air from escaping.  I know you are hot because we are also using a thermal pickup against your skin.  The airway was a special tube arrangement as Georgia said. 
You will be breathing room air but should the airway be occluded on the outside in anyway, there is a special tank behind you head that will give you oxygen and feed your exhaled air out.  Now I'm switching mikes.  Stand by?"
     There was a click and then I heard room noise.  Some one said, "You look like you've put on a lot of weight, Pat."  "Talk about being blown up!" came from another source.  "Let's stand her up. Can we do that?"  "Sure. I'll give you a hand."
     I sensed the change in position although I couldn't feel any hands.  Now I was suspended and felt the support under my crotch, around my waist and under my arms.  Then I felt myself being bounced followed by a sudden fall backwards and a rebound.  "Sorry about that," someone said.  "Let's get her in the pool where we can really play with her."
     My God, were they really going to do that.  I tried moaning but doubted whether anyone heard me.  I was carried along smoothly until I was swung to the side and heard a splash in the earphone.  Obviously I was now floating on the surface of the pool right side up.  Then I sensed something pushing me down and heard Georgia's voice, "I bet I can stay on top of her longer than anyone else."  There was more splashing but finally I heard Don say, "I think she's had enough," and Bill agreed.
     When they took me out of the inflatable suit I was still at pool side.  Don, Bill and Georgia were there, the others having departed.  I knew I hadn't been hurt in any way and it sure had been a unique experience, so I smiled and said, "What's next?"  They seemed relieved that I wasn't mad and watched as I dove in the pool to get cooled off and rid myself of the sweat.  Don wrapped a big towel around me as I climbed the ladder.
     "You really are a neat person, Pat," said Georgia.  "I don't think I could go through that.  What was it like?"
     Repeating her answer earlier I said, "I don't think I'm going to give you the answer, but if you don't suffer from claustrophobia. I'll be glad to help you find the answer." She laughed.
     Don said, "Sarah has taken your blue latex dress so keep the big towel on."
     As we walked up the stairs I turned to Bill and said, "I really have had a great and memorable evening, and think you're great people, even Georgia here.  I don't know how it could have been any more fun."
     Georgia said, "I do.  Pat, I know you are all keyed up from everything that has happened, and if you go home now, you certainly are not going to be able to sleep.  I also know that you secretly want to experience the Saran wrapping.  I don't think you can say that's not true.  So how about it?  Or are you scared?"
     "How could I be scared after what I've been through?"  I looked at Don who smiled and said it was up to me.
     "Dad, get the stuff before she changes her mind."
     I made good use of a nearby bathroom and when I returned they were ready for me with multiple roles of the pink plastic.
     "I don't see the Saran label.  Is this something different?" I asked.
     "Yes, it is a type of shrink wrap and although still very thin, it is quite strong," Bill said.  "Now stand on the platform and hold onto the post for support, but keep your body away from it.  We'll do your feet first and then Nancy and I can both work at the same time."
     I lifted up one foot and watched as they wound on several layers.  After doing the same with the other foot, they had me spread my legs and went to work, spiraling their way up towards my groin.  The layers were tight but comfortable.  Then with my feet placed together, they wrapped both legs and thighs together.  I began to notice that my legs felt warm and somewhat sweaty.
     Just before the two of them started up over my pelvis, Georgia pushed her roll between my upper thighs and pulled upwards covering my vagina and clitoris.  I gave a little moan and felt them continue up my torso, taking care to nip in by waist and then to crisscross around my breasts, making the protrude more than usual before they covered them with several layers.
     "You're doing fine, Pat," said Bill.  "Now just lean back against the post.  I'll shove your heels against it as Georgia starts on your arms."
     I felt her wrap each arm separately and then she bound them tightly together.  As she worked her way towards my shoulders, my elbows were drawn together until they touched.  Looking forward I could see Don sitting on a sofa watching my skin slowly disappear beneath the layers of pink plastic.  With a word of reassurance, Georgia pushed some wax stuff into my ear canals and suddenly my view was lost as Bill wound a layer around my face.
     "Don't worry, Pat.  I'll puncture the layer right over your nostrils after each two or three layers."  And this is exactly what he did.  I was now wrapped completely except but it didn't stop there.
     They started at my ankles again, this time carrying the layers tightly around the post as well as my body.  This included my arms and then my head when they reached those levels.  I was now rigidly held in position and found I could no longer move anything.  I couldn't even bow or turn my head which was pushed firmly against the post.  I stood there savoring my feelings and feeling the sweat and juices pooling in my crotch
     My next sensation was of some flat and very warm surface being pushed and moved over every inch of my body.  The wrappings got even tighter and I thought of the meat cutters in the markets, sealing the chops and things using a similar heat sealer.  No longer could I hear anything but I certainly felt some ones hands moving and caressing me.  As my body responded some one's body pressed tightly against mine and I wondered whether it was Don or Georgia.
     After a period in which nothing happened, the post and I were tipped until I was horizontal and I then had the sensation of being carried, face down, placed in some type of vehicle, a truck I imagined, and driven for quite a distance.  The carrying business was repeated and then I was lying face down on a soft surface.  The next thing that occurred was a surprise.  Somebody was moving close to me and I was no longer held tightly against the post which was then pulled out from between my arms and my body.
     I was rolled onto my back and the layers of plastic between my legs and thighs were cut.  I gasped as fingers played with my labia and clitoris, my passion mounted and then someone mounted me.  From the way it felt, I knew it was Don and I felt I was in heaven.

                          CHAPTER TWELVE

     Over the next few days, I led a rather idyllic life.  We arose early each morning, went for a run or a swim, had breakfast and then usually went our separate ways until late in the afternoon.  Don spent some time working in his shop or doing business things and I explored the place, helped Clara or read in the library.  He had many books on the medieval ages which I scanned, fascinated by some of the pictures and drawings.  I could find nothing to explain the term "Scavengers Daughter".  Also, I found one small pamphlet on pony girls and noted that there was a rather large space next to it on the shelf as if several books were missing or in use elsewhere.
     I wondered whether Don had taken these, maybe to keep me from seeing them or to increase my inquisitiveness.  The pamphlet described what an "owner" should look for in a potential pony girl such as body build, stamina, spirit, etc. and said that it usually took a period  of training to identify good prospects, the period varying according to the intensity and quality of  the trainers together with the commitment and caliber of the trainee.  I spent some time thinking about this but didn't discuss it with Don at the time.
     We usually had a drink and dinner at home and Hans and Clara would join us. Occasionally, Don and I would eat at some nearby restaurant.  Although we were in some ways acting like old married couples, our late evening and night activities were a crazy mix of teasing, cuddling, bondage in various devices, foreplay, role contests and wonderful lovemaking.
     On about the third morning after the evening with the Monroe's I asked him what he was doing in his shop.
     "Well, let me make one long distance call and then maybe I can show you," he said.  About 25 minutes later, he returned and said, "Okay, let's go, but you may be sorry."
     I looked at him quizzically but followed him downstairs.  I was wearing a sports bra, low cut panties, shorts, sandals and, of course, the chain collar and the bracelet which I couldn't remove even if I wanted to.  
     "If you're game, let's make this sort of a surprise," Don said when we reached the big room near his shop.  I told him I liked surprises.  "I know you do.  Now I'm going to blindfold you and then put in leather cuffs.  Okay?"
     I nodded and stood still while he covered my eyes with leather pads on a strap that fastened around my head.  The I felt the cuffs being snugged and locked on my wrists.  He then threaded a thin but strong chain through the D-rings of the cuffs and a moment later my hands were being hauled towards an overhead pulley until there was a slight strain on my arms but my heels were still comfortably on the floor.
       "Don't go away now, Pat.  I have to get something from the shop."
     I could hear him return a moment later and then his hands were opening my shorts and pushing them as well as my panties down and off, removing my sandals in the process.  Now I was nude from my bra down and already was getting aroused.
     He kissed me rather ardently and then said, "Spread your legs as far apart as you can and then try not to move for the next few minutes.  I'm not going to hurt you in any way."
     "I trust you, Don, and you know I can take some degree of pain.  What are you going to do?"
     There was no answer, but then I felt something like a stiff leather belt being placed around my waist and something cold and metallic touched me near my tail bone. One of his hands went from front to back between my upper thighs (I thrilled at his touch) and then a broad band of metal was brought forward and up to attach to the front of the belt.
     As he snugged the belt and the band together I realized I was now wearing a chastity belt. "You devil," I said as I heard a lock click closed.  Then he removed the blindfold followed by my cuffs.  I looked down to see a beautiful dark reddish brown leather belt covered by shiny steel encircling my waist tightly.  The band going down between my legs was also of steel and it had been molded to fit very snugly.  I put a finger down and traced it back to where it covered my
vagina.  And 'cover it' was right.  There were small perforations in that area and then the band narrowed to cover my anus.  At the end near the back of my belt, the band was again became somewhat wider.  The lock in front was no toy.  I stood there knowing my nipples and my crotch were asking for attention.
     "Don, it's beautiful.  You can take it off now."
     "No, it's going to stay on for awhile.  I do want to explain however that it is not yours.  It was made for your friend, Indira.  I just talked to Rahjiv and he gave me permission to use it on you providing you didn't harm it in any way before he had a chance to imprison his wife in it.  
     "You bastard.  I wish I had one to put on you."
     "Well, Pat, there was an old one for males around here someplace but I haven't seen it for months or years and it was pretty rusty when it was given to me.  I never did anything with it so you can forget that.  Get your shorts back on and I'll see you at dinner.  By the way, we've got to talk tonight about pony girls."
     For a few minutes after he left, I just walked around getting the feeling of the thing I was now wearing.  It was fairly comfortable although the sides of the band between my legs cut in a little.  In the bathroom mirror, the chastity belt reflected the light and looked neat.  But the bathroom reminded me that I had to urinate and this was going to be a problem.  With no other solution obvious, I sat down on the toilet and let go.  The result would have been hilarious on anyone else but on me it was a mess with urine leaking out through the holes and down my
buttocks.  The next few minutes were spent in trying to effectively wash and dry myself.
     Then I tried my best to get a finger in under the band and did succeed in touching my clitoris but just barely and there was no way I was really going to be able to stimulate things to the point of an orgasm
     Vowing to get revenge, I went looking for Hans who I found out in the barn.  "Hans, I need some help, but first I want to explain why?  You know that Don and I are getting along very well, and I realize that you think very highly of him, but sometimes he does some things that make me want to get even.  And this is one of them.  Look what he just locked onto me."
     I pushed my shorts down and Hans burst out laughing. 
     "Guess, he wants you all to himself.  I don't blame him but can see your point.  How can I help?"
     "Well, he tells me that there used to be a rusty, old, male chastity belt around here some where.  I'd love to find it and see how he likes being locked up, so to speak."
     Hans replied, "I sort of remember it but am not sure where it is.  Lets check the cabinets in the storeroom but be prepared for a mess."
     It took us quite a while but ultimately I was holding a dusty, rusty means of revenge.  Hans showed me how to use a wire brush to get most of the rust off and we oiled the hinges, polished the outside surfaces and found a lock that would work.  Now the big question was how we could talk Don "into it".  Hans was reluctant to try holding the victim while I did my dirty work, and I didn't have any access to knockout pills or anesthetics to use on him.
     Then Hans said, "But I am just finishing a new pillory built to a new design with four wrist holes, two for men's wrists and two for women's.  Maybe I can get him to try the thing.  Why don't you hide in the storeroom after lunch and I'll see if I can lure him down."
     The plan worked perfectly.  Don was excited about seeing the new pillory and wanted to make sure the holes were the right size so accepted Hans' suggestion and allowed the two crosspieces to be closed around neck and wrists.  Hans slid pins into place locking the pillory and
stepped back.
     "Yes, it works just fine, Hans.  Get another coat of polyurethane on it and I'll let the buyer know he can pick it up in a day or so.  You can let me out now and maybe I'll use Pat to check the other wrist holes.  I might even keep her in this until dinner."
     I walked in, smiled and stood in front of him.  "Don, I don't think I like that idea.."
     "Er, Hans, you'd better let me out of this.  Hans, where are you going? Hans, come back here this instant.......," but Hans had left the room.
     "Now, let's see.  Don, first of all you look very nice in that thing.  Your hair is a little mussed up but I love your hind quarters sticking out like that," I said, walking around him.
     "Pat, darling.  I love all of you.  Now if you'll just unlock this...."
     "No, Don. I have a better idea.
     I loosened his belt, unzipped him and lowered his pants and shorts until they were around his ankles. After taking off his shoes, I pinched and tickled him until he had withdrawn his feet
from the bunched up clothes.  I walked behind him and pulled his hind end against my pelvis so he could feel the chastity belt.  His penis responded nicely.
     "Oh, you naughty boy, getting all excited like that.  I bet you'd like me to kiss you down there.  But I have other ideas."
     The way he was standing, he really couldn't see what I was doing when I started by placing the old metal belt around his waist.  It was a good fit and I knew the cold metal on his skin was a surprise.  There was no layer of leather to make it more comfortable.  The belt had a band attached and hinged at the back just like mine, but the front was vastly different.  The most predominant feature was a metal tube, studded on the inside and designed to slip over the penis
when the organ was flaccid.  Also, there were loops of steel to go around the testicles.  Everything was welded together with the band finishing with a broad piece that fitted over a welded ring in the front of the belt such that the band and the belt could be locked together.
     Letting him stand there, I went to the bathroom, let the water run for a moment and returned with a large class of ice cold water. I proceeded to pour this on his genitalia which partially did the trick and a painful pinch of his foreskin did the rest.  As he cursed me, I  slipped the loops over his balls and threaded his penis into the tube of metal.  When I finally pulled the band up and locked it, his penis was held in a vertical position close to his body.  I found myself
getting a little sorry for him, knowing that any erection was going to not only be markedly limited by the diameter of the tube but also painful.
     "Pat, you little vixen.  I'll give you five minutes to get me out of this."
     "Now let's see.  I have been in my chastity belt for about three hours and think you should
at least enjoy equal time.  I will however take you out of the pillory," which I did.
     He immediately grabbed me and wrestled me down onto the floor after which he went through my pockets, checked inside my bra (which was sort of fun), and then sat back on my thighs.
     "Pat, I give you credit.  I didn't expect this.  Now tell me where the key is."
     "Don, I have a better idea.  Why don't we see who can last longer in these things, you or I?"
     "Fine with me."
     "But two things.  First, we have to spend the time together and second, I want to watch you piss."
     He just shook his head, got up and went to look at himself in the mirror, coming out of the bathroom laughing.
     The next few hours were interesting.  He initially tried to do some office work and I settled down with a book.  At one point I went over to him and nibbled on his ear while he was typing.  He groaned and gave me a playful swat.  Later watching him urinate was hilarious.  At least he had a stream out through the end of the tube, but it arched and went over the back of the toilet.
     It all ended when he pulled me onto the couch, held both my hands in one of his, and proceeded to explore the rest of my body.  I was soon aching for more and more attention and for release of the torrent that was building inside of me.  I also knew he was suffering so by common consent we unlocked each other and gave in to our passion.

                          CHAPTER TWELVE

     A few hours later as we lay entwined, he asked, "Pat, do you want to explore the pony girl thing?  Cause if you do, it's on for tomorrow."
     "Yes, I still can't quite believe it or imagine what it's all about, but I want to do it my  way.  I want to be a pony girl trainee or whatever the term is.  I want to commit to it, not be pampered as your guest, and not be asked every five minutes whether everything is okay.  What ever the program intensity, I want it to last until I flunk out or am accepted as possibly a good but inexperienced pony girl."
     "Pat, I admire you for that and thought that might be your approach.  I think I agree to it although it may be also hard on me.  Under those circumstances, the trainers might well not allow me to see you for a few days.  But that would make my plans in the city a little easier."
     "If they include any intimate time with your secretary, Gloria, you'll really live to regret it."
     "Pat, I'm madly in love with you and thinking seriously of asking you to be my wife.  Since we have only been together for a short time, I'm not proposing at this minute but I do want you to know that I am serious and want you to be thinking of how you might answer."
     I responded by climbing all over him and waking him up all over again.
     The next morning as we had breakfast, I asked what was going to happen and when did we have to leave the house.  He just answered that he would let me know and I should be patient.  When I inquired as to whether he had any books on pony girls, he said there were several in the library and we went there together as the front door bell rang.  Sure enough, the shelf was now full but as I started to look at the titles, Clara ushered in a man and a woman.  Both were clad in working, Western style clothing with blue jeans, boots and shirts.  Her shirt had some pretty embroidery.  He was carrying a small duffel bag.
     Don greeted them saying, "Hi, Phyllis and Jack.  You are right on time."
     They shook his hand and Jack said. "It's good seeing you again, Don.  Marlene sends her regards and says she misses you".
     Phyllis approached me and said, "We know your name is Pat.  Stand up and clasp your hands behind you."
     As I stood I said, "It's nice to meet you. I guess..."
     "Quiet.  Well at least you are not fat.  Your hair is too short and you've got jewelry on," she said.  
     Don came over, took out a little key, removed the neck chain and used the small gold screwdriver to take remove the bracelet.  He whispered, "I'll keep them safe for you," and gave me a quick kiss.
     Phyllis glowered at him and Jack said to me, "I want you to sign this consent paper that Don has already put his signature on and his cook can witness your signing."
     I glanced over the long legal-sized page but couldn't really concentrate on the words, so I put my name where Jack indicated and Clara signed also.
     "Fine.  Now take off all your clothes, put your hands behind you again and don't even think about saying anything," Phyllis said, interrupting my questions even before they reached my mouth. Well, even though I hadn't expected this approach, it was a little late to object, so I complied.
     Jack went behind me and, taking something from the duffle, placed some hinged cuffs on my wrists.  Then a chain went around my waist with an extension that ran through my crotch and fastened in from with a snap hook.  The next article was a plain two inch leather collar with D-rings and a simple hasp closure.
     Phyllis said, "Pat, I know you are itching to ask questions and say things.  Until you learn a few things, this temporary gag will help."
     She came at me with a ball gag and I said, "No, wait a moment. I want to tell Don, mmmph." She thrust the ball into position and fastened its strap behind my head.  A braided leather leash was snapped onto a collar ring and with a tug I was led towards the front door.
     "Don, we or Marlene will give you a call in a day or so about your pony.  She has nice breasts and haunches but as you know, that's not what it takes," Jack said.
     "Bye, Pat.  Have fun.  I'll miss you," Don said as I was pulled down the front stairs towards what looked like a regular double horse van.  The back ramp was already down and when I got near the vehicle I could see that a full sized horse was standing in the right side.   There was hay on the floor and several large horse turds.  Jack led me up to the bar running across the front of the interior and wrapped the lead several times around it.  The back of the vehicle was closed by dropping a piece of canvas over the opening and swinging the ramp up.
     A moment later the vehicle lurched into motion.  Both the horse and I stumbled back a step but the lead kept me going further.  I realized that I had stepped on one of the turds and the stuff had come up between my toes.  Ugh.  And although there were some louvered openings in the front of the small van, the air was heavy with horse smell.  From time to time the horse would sway towards me and I would be pushed against the sidewall.  What a beginning to my training.
     It took about an hour to reach our destination and by that time both the horse and I were covered in sweat.  After the ramp was lowered Jack backed the horse out first, saying that I was not as valuable.  Then it was my turn.  Outside I could see that we were near a large, rambling barn with an imposing home in the distance.  There were pastures, gardens, fenced in training areas and even a small race track nearby.  Without a word, Jack led me over to a hitching rail and
tied the lead to it.
     A few minutes later he returned with a girl dressed in work denims.  She appeared to be about 19 years of age and was a little overweight.
     Jack said to her, "This is our new possibility.  She's filthy, sweaty and completely untrained.  Scrub her down, get a little oil on her, brush what little hair she has, and tie her to  a ring in the harness room.  Phyllis or I will meet you there in a while."
     After he left, the girl got a pail of warm, soapy water and said to me, "Nice pony.  Just stand there and don't try to kick."  She began to wash and scrub me from the top of my head down, sparing no parts.  "Oh, how I envy you.  I'd love to be in your place but don't have the money it takes to be trained.  But at least I have a job here.  You have nice breasts and seem to be in fairly good shape.  I hope you do well.  Maybe they will let me help in your training.  By the way my name's Gert."
     When she was satisfied that I was reasonably clean, she hosed me down with cold water which had me straining against my lead to duck the stream.  Gert even gave me a douche with it.  Then she toweled me dry, brushed my hair and then covered me with a thin coating of some type of brownish oil.  She used her hands to do this and spent a little extra time on my breasts and between my legs to the point where I hoped she wouldn't stop.
     The inside of the barn was very imposing with several branching passageways, numerous rooms and rows of stalls, some of which obviously contained horses that occasionally snorted or  whinnied.  The tackle room was located down one of the side branches and was spotless with large cabinets, a large number of wall pegs from which leather things hung, a rack for riding crops, a trapeze bar that hung down from a pulley arrangement, and assorted other things.  Gert
tied my lead to a wall ring and sat on a stool to wait.
     It was Phyllis who joined us and chatted a few minutes with Gert before turning to me.  "Pat, as a new pony girl you have a great deal to learn.  If you use your imagination it will all be simple.  For instance, ponies cannot talk.  We will teach you to whinny and snort and you may be able to communicate a little by your actions such as stamping a leg.  But no words.  Any attempt to speak will result in severe gagging, whipping and other forms of punishment.  Also, if you give us a hard time, you can expect to be sorry.  On the other hand, good behavior and effort will be rewarded.  Now I am going to get you into a basic training harness.  The things are old and stained from use but still effective.  If you see a pony girl in shiny, new leather you'll know that she is an advanced trainee or a registered pony girl worth a lot of money.  At this point, you on
the other hand are worthless."
     I glared at her and the gag kept me from replying.  She unlocked my wrist cuffs and allowed me to move my arms around.
     "See, a trained pony can keep her arms behind her or anywhere else for long periods of time whereas you don't even like an hour or so."  She took one hand and slipped it into a leather gauntlet that reminded me of the gold ones I was in almost a week previously.  My fingers were held in one compartment and my thumb in another.  The wrist area was laced tight, small straps from the end of the finger and thumb areas were pulled towards my wrist, fastened there, and then a leather band was locked around my wrist covering the laces and buckles.  My hand was now a
leathered covered fist.  As she did this, Gert did the same to my other wrist.  The gauntlets were then hooked onto the ends of the trapeze using D-rings arising from the inside of the wristband.
     "Gert, see if you can find some training boots for her, probably about a size 7 or 8 while I get a belt on her."  She removed the chain from my waist and replaced it with a very wide, thick leather belt which was easily 8 inches wide in the front, tapered down to about 4 inches on the sides and then was again 8 inches in the back where it was held closed my three or four straps and buckles.  As Phyllis tightened it, I realized I would have difficulty bending in any direction.  
There were numerous D-rings and small loops in various places on the belt.
     By this time, Gert had returned and together they started getting my feet into the leather boots that came to mid-calf.  The toes had very thick soles and arches that were curved upwards.  After getting one boot laced up, I put my foot down and found myself standing on the toe area with my heel held about two or three inches off the ground.  I pushed my foot down and my heel did get lower but immediately sprang back up.
     "You catch on quickly, Pat," Phyllis said.  "The boots have a piece of spring metal in them.  When you walk, trot, canter, etc. your heels should never hit the ground but the spring steel will help propel you forward.  Incidentally, be careful walking on board floors because the toe areas have metal pony shoes under them and may slip.  And should you try kicking, we will assume that you are trying to seriously hurt someone.  Punishment for this is very severe.
     "Okay, next is your shoulder harness."  This turned out to be a vest-like affair with cutouts for my breasts.  It came almost down to the belt to which she attached it with numerous short straps.  Initially, the shoulder harness had a wide V in the back but when she tightened some cross straps, my shoulders were drawn backwards, thrusting my breasts out farther thru the cutouts.  
     Phyllis seemed very happy with the result and Gert said, "She'll look beautiful with nipple bells."
     "Yes, if she ever earns them.  Now get me the head harness with blinders and a rubber bit, Gert.  She still has her back teeth."  I was later to learn that some pony girls had their back  molars
removed so that a steel bit could be used and the mouth almost closed.
     The bit was placed in my mouth and the harness pulled over my head with straps that seemed to go all over the place. Including each side of my nose and under my chin.  When it was tightened the bit pushed back on the corners of my mouth and I involuntarily said, "Errr".  Phyllis
stepped back and looked sternly at me but then she did loosen things a little.
     "Now we have to get you covered up a little down below."  She showed me a arched, metal band that had a 1 inch star shaped hole at one point and an oblong slit about the same width a little farther back.  "See, it even has openings so you can piss in a stream although your bowels are a bit more of a problem."  She attached the band to the front and back of the lower edge of the belt.  The band immediately reminded me of the chastity belt I had worn the previous day.
     The final piece was a wide leather collar that replaced the one I had on.  The collar pushed up under my chin and the back of my head which now was held rigidly, with my chin high.  My wrists were released from the trapeze and immediately fastened to the sides of my belt.
     I saw Phyllis walk over to a side rack and return with a riding crop.  Before I could take any evasive action, I felt three quick lashes across my bare fanny and let out an "Owww".
     "What was that?  Ponies don't make noises like that."  This time I steeled myself and took the lashes without any noise.  My fanny stung but not really bad.  I wished I could see the marks and know I hadn't been cut.
     "Gert, take her to her stall, give her something to eat and leave her for a while.  We'll start her training this afternoon.  "Oh, you can leave her bit out while she's there and , if you have  time, teach her to make a few pony sounds. but whip her if she talks."
     "Yes, ma'am," Gert replied.
     The stall was about 6 x 8 feet with wooden sides up to about 5 feet above floor level and 1-inch bars to the ceiling where there were thick old beams.  Some had eyebolts in them and there were rings at several points around the stall.  The entrance door had a large hasp closure with a chain that could be run through the hasp and clipped to a ring low on the door.  I knew that even if I got my hands free, I was not going to be able to unfasten the chain.
     Gert led me inside, detached the lead from my collar and left closing the door securely behind her.  As I looked about I could see a thick layer of hay in one corner and two wool blankets lay on top.  Obviously this is where I was to sleep.
     I was about to lay down when Gert returned carrying two things that looked like big dog bowls.  "Pat, one of these has a refreshing drink for you that is similar to Gatorade.  The other doesn't look much but is actually a nutritious meal that just looks like oats.  We get it in dry  form,
add a little water, and that's it.  I've tried it myself and it's not bad.  Because it's important,  I have to report what you eat, so do your best.  It will be awkward at first, but you'll manage."
     She set the bowls on a shelf in one corner of the stall, took out my bit, and watched as I learned how to eat and drink from bowls without the use of my fettered and gloved hands.  Actually, both the liquid and the mush or mash were both rather tasty and I was able to eat all of the solid stuff.  Gert said I was a good little pony and offered me an apple which she held as I bit and chewed.  I almost laughed at what I was doing, but felt that would be un-pony like and
resisted.  Then she did leave me.
     I lay down for a while but could not nap for I was just too excited.  Here I was, a young, adult female woman, trying my best to adapt to the very foreign and kinky pattern of a pony girl. Well, my mother always told me to try my best no matter what the challenge.
     I must have fallen asleep for I was awakened by Gert nudging me with her foot.  She helped me to stand and proceeded to teach me how to whinny.  My first efforts were hilarious and earned me a few slaps with a leather strap.  But I finally succeeded in emitting something that faintly resembled a horse and Gert seemed pleased.  She brushed the hay off me, replaced the bit, attached a lead rope to the side of my halter and led me out of the barn to where Phyllis was
standing near a training circle.
     "Did she give you any trouble, Gert?"
     "No, she was just great.  And she ate everything, but I think she's holding back.  She hasn't urinated or crapped since she arrived."
     "Pat, ponies don't have the best toilet training in the world.  Most of the pony girls don't like going in their stalls, but basically, you should go when you feel the urge.  Just squat and let fly.  Try to do your shitting before you start your training in the morning or before being locked  in for the night.  That way it is easier for us to keep you clean."
     I was embarrassed by the plainness of her language but at least a few questions had been answered.  So I squatted and let fly with a stream that seemed for the most part to find the hole, but a little did run down my thigh when I stood.  They just smiled at me.
     "Now Pat, I want you to watch one of our guest pony girls who will be coming out in a minute.  She is an excellent show pony and you can learn from watching her go through her paces."
     Out from another part of the barn came a beautiful, black girl in a leather helmet with glistening skin and shiny harness.  She was pulling a small sulky driven by a young man.  Her long black hair was in a pony tail that almost reached her waist and from her rear, a long black tail curved downwards, apparently arising from the strap that went between her legs.  She was walking with a moderate gait, her knees rising almost to the level of her hips with each stride. 
Little bells attached to her harness jingled in pace with her and, although her actions seemed a little artificial there was a grace and beauty about her movements.  I watched carefully as she was made to walk faster, then canter and finally trot.
     Phyllis explained, "There are basically three types of pony girls.  She is a show pony.  We also have racing ponies that are trained for their speed and finally we have work ponies, trained to be strong and used to plow some of our gardens and fields, haul wagons and, hopefully, win pulling contests.  If you do well, you may qualify in one of the categories.  So, let's get to  work."
     She led me into a fenced in ring and attached a long rope to a ring on my collar, picked up a long, rather wicked looking whip, walked about twelve feet from me and commanded, "Walk, pony."
     I felt a little nip on my rear and lurched into motion, feeling the rope exert a pull on my neck and forcing me to walk in a circle.
     "Good," Phyllis said.  "Keep steady tension on the rope.  No closer or farther from me than right now.  And that's a good pace.  Try to look like the other pony.  Raise your knees up a little higher and keep your head and shoulders real steady."
     As I completed a circle, I could see little horseshoe marks in the dirt and realized they were mine.  Then, I felt the whip sting my bare thighs and the rope tugged at my collar.
     "Your head should be up.  Don't try to look at the ground.  Knees higher."
     She lashed me again, causing me to jump a little and glare at her.
     "Whoa, pony."  She came over to stand in front of me.  "Pat, keep that up and you'll flunk out.  I thought you were made of better stuff.  Show me I was right.  Now let's start again."
     Determined, I set out again, trying to mimic what I had seen and what Phyllis had told me.  In a few minutes, I seemed to fall into a much smoother pattern and was rewarded by some reassuring remarks followed by a command to walk faster.  Then she stopped me and explained that a canter was primarily a run, whereas a trot was sort of a skip.  Trotting was awkward, rarely used by pony girls and wouldn't be taught me at first.  On command, I started walking again and then she urged me into a run or canter as she called it.  I soon was sweaty, a little tired and knew that my rhythm was getting irregular with an occasional stumble.
     "Slow to a walk, Pat.  Twice more around and then stop."  I felt her release the rope but was wise enough not to look at her.  "That was pretty good, Pat, for your first session."
     She snapped a short lead on the side of my halter and led me to a little water bubbler that was activated my pushing down with me mouth.  The stream of water came up a short distance and I found it possible to swallow a little despite the bit across my mouth.  I was almost tried to say thanks but then decided to nod my head up and down.
     Phyllis smiled at me and said, "You're welcome, and you're learning.  Now I'm going to see how much stamina you have as well as hopefully get you back into that nice pattern you had for a few minutes.  And I want to adjust your harness a little and try your arms in a different position.  Hold still for a moment."
     She unfastened my wrists from where they were hooked onto my wide belt and had me hold them away from my body while she tightened up most of the straps.  Now the band between running through my crotch was pushing in more, my shoulders were farther back, my waist was smaller and my breasts were more prominent.  When she fastened my wrists high between my shoulder blades, I felt sort of wrapped up in the leather.
     I was led over to a different ring that had a tall, pylon sort of machine in the center and four long poles that formed spokes like helicopter blades coming out from the top.  Straps ending in a short cross brace and snaps hung down from the ends of the poles.  Phyllis positioned me near the end of one of the poles, snapped the hooks onto each side of my bit, adjusted the length of the strap and stepped back.
     "In a moment, I'm going to turn the 'hot walker' on.  Start walking at the pace set by the machine.  You will find that you have to keep you head up, your shoulders square and your pace even.  Otherwise it will drag you and you won't be happy.  Also, the machine will occasionally speed you into a gentle run.  I'll check you in a while, but it's hot out here in the sun and I'm going for some nice iced tea in the shade.  Have fun."
     I looked at her in dismay as she activated a switch, I heard a motor rev up, the poles started moving and I was pulled by the bit and my head harness, forcing me into a walk.  From the distance I heard, "Keep you knees up."
     It was initially a little difficult for me to match my pace to the speed of the machine, partly because the pull on my bit periodically forced me head back, but soon I was moving smoothly, even when the pace changed.  But this was only when I concentrated on what I was doing.  The second my attention lapsed, I was tugged and dragged back in line.  The periods of cantering could not be anticipated in their timing or duration.  They seemed to be getting longer and soon the sweat was running into my eyes and out of every pore in my body.  The thing between my thighs seemed to be cutting a little and my shoulders were aching from the forced position.
     Then I began to tire and I found it increasingly more difficult to stay in rhythm.  I whinnied a few times to see if I could get somebody's attention, and when I tried to look towards the barn, I stumbled.  Boy, was that a mistake.  I was pulled forward and fell onto my knees and for a moment was simply dragged by my head harness a short distance and then the machine mysteriously stopped.
     I got to my feet, dirty, sweaty and trembling.  When the machine started again, apparently by some built in mechanism or by someone using a remote control, I made sure I quickly got in rhythm and pace, concentrating on what I was doing.   After a few minutes, I was put into a fast canter that seemed to last for ever.  When it slowed to a walk and then stopped completely, I didn't think I could take another step.
     Suddenly I was aware that Phyllis and Gert were approaching me.  I turned to them and stamped my foot or hoof, and whinnied.
     Phyllis said, "Pat, for a first day pony girl you have done extremely well, we are proud of you even though you acted a little clumsy at times.  Now Gert is going to walk you without your bit, get you cooled down, wash you and give you a chance to relax.  This evening, if you are good, Jack may try you on a sulky for a short time, but I am sure you are pretty tired."
     And that I was.  Gert put a lead on me and led me out on the lawn under some tall oak trees where it was much cooler, and then over to a place near the barn where she could tie me, hose me down thoroughly and then wipe me with a rough towel.  I was hoping she would take off some of the harness but this was not to be.  As I was led into towards my stall from a different entrance to the barn than we had used before, I saw in one of the stalls a pony boy!!  He immediately snorted and kicked the sideboards.
     "That's Roy, and he's a mean one," Gert said.  "If he gets the chance, he'll mount you in a second.  That's one reason for that thing between your legs.  It makes penetration close to impossible."  
     This reminded me that I was hurting a little down there.  So when we reached my stall, I eagerly walked ahead of her and then raised one leg.
     "You want your band off?" she asked, and I shook my head.  "It's too tight?"  I nodded. "Okay, stand still and I'll loosen it a little."  When she did this, I rubbed my head against her shoulder.  "You're welcome and I can see it was getting red down there.  Good pony."
     I felt foolish trying to communicate to her this was, but it worked.  She removed the bit from my mouth and repositioned my wrists, attaching them to the sides of my belt which was much more comfortable.  Gert then brought me some fresh water and some more of the special fluid I had for lunch.
     Before she left, Gert said, "Pat, I like taking care of you and just wish our roles were reversed.  Maybe some day.  Now, I'm off until tomorrow.  Hope you sleep well."  She kissed the side of my face, patted my rump and left, latching the door securely.  A few minutes later I was sound asleep.
     "Wake up, little filly," came a male voice and I fought to regain consciousness.  I looked up to see Jack standing there with a different bridle.  "Get up.  It's time to see what you're made of."
     He grabbed a strap running up the side of my head and more or less hauled me to my feet.  Because of his roughness, I tried moving away from him but he yanked me back and said, "Stand still, Pat, or I'll take a whip to you."  He removed my present bridle and replaced it with the new one which was heavier, had blinders on each side and a bit that was larger in diameter with extensions that went down about 2 inches on each side of my mouth.  The piece running across my mouth seemed to be metal covered with rubber.  Attaching a lead rope to one side of the bit
he led me out of the barn to a place where I say a pony sulky.  I was backed between the two poles or tongues that came out from the sulky and at that point were resting on the ground.
     My wrists were unhooked from my wide belt and allowed to dangle while the poles were hooked where my wrists had been.  Then he unlocked each of my gauntlets, opened the flap and unbuckled the little straps holding my thumb and fingers together.  Now he had me grasp the pole on each side and locked them in that position using a different leather cuff.  Finally he attached reins to the extensions on each side of my bit and tightened a head strap that ran down to the back of the leather thing encompassing my upper torso.  This forced me head back still farther.
     "Now in a moment you will feel my weight as I mount the sulky.  Because of the way it is balanced, the weight won't amount to much.  If I shake the reins, it will mean Giddyap and you should start forward in a walk.  If I pull on both reins, slow down or stop depending on the pull.  A pull on one side or the other obviously will make you turn, and repeated tugs mean back up.  Remember what Phyllis taught you this afternoon about your knees and shoulders.  Okay?"
     I nodded as best I could and felt him get up onto the sulky seat.  He said, "Giddyap," and I felt the reins shake my bit. I pushed forward with my hands but quickly realized I could exert more thrust using my waist.  It was hard getting started but soon I was moving at a good walk, remembering to lift my knees.  A 'good filly' comment from Jack pleased me.
     Soon he was having me turn, stop, backup, start, etc. without any voice commands and I began to feel sure of myself.  But then I felt a little nip from a long whip which I had not seen,  and he urged me into a canter.  It wasn't long before I was panting and sweating again.  Trying to turn my head to look back at him I stumbled and nearly fell which could have been disastrous because of the momentum of the sulky.  He immediately pulled me to a stop, dismounted and came up in front of me.
     Reaching up, he pinched both of my nipples hard and I reared back with a snort.  He grabbed my nipples again and this time hung on while he said, "If you had dumped me with that little maneuver back there, you would have spent the night tied with your head covered and hitched to a post.  Now behave yourself.  And to help you concentrate, I going to close your blinders.  Then you won't be able to see me or anything."  He folded the blinders over my eyes and fastened them there.
     Then for the next hour or two he put me through my paces again and again, up and down grades, around rings, through puddles, over rough and smooth ground and finally right into the barn where he unfastened the sulky, took off the bridle and replaced it with a very simple halter and no bit.  My gauntlets were again fastened shut and locked.  With a rope lead fastened to my collar, he walked me until I had cooled off, rubbed me down a bit and took my to my stall.
     "Pat, you really did much better than I expected.  And you showed a lot of grit, natural ability and grace.  Here's an apple, there is fresh water for you and I hope you sleep well.  Tomorrow, Phyllis and Gert will use you as a work pony in the morning, and I'll race you in the afternoon against one of our other fillies.  If you are real good and we think you deserve it, the next day we will get you into a show harness and take some pictures."
     He left me wondering just how long this training was going to be.  I missed Don and really wasn't enjoying my life as a pony girl very much.  Being exhausted, I fell to sleep very easily despite being dirty and smelly.  Sometime during the night I was awakened by severe leg cramps from all the unusual muscular exercise.  I struggled to my feet and with some stretching managed to get the things under control, but it took a while and I ended up mad at the world.  So I kicked
the door to the stall a few times and went back to my bed in the hay.

                         CHAPTER THIRTEEN

     It was Gert who woke me up the next morning with breakfast if you could call it that.  Then she watched me as I responded to one of nature's calls and did a good job of washing me thoroughly afterwards.  The day passed rapidly.  In a slightly different harness, I spent the better part of the morning pulling a small plough while first Phyllis and then Gert walked behind, shouting encouragement accentuated by a few stings with a whip.  But by noon I was amazed to see that I
had ploughed furrows in a sizable vegetable garden.
     The afternoon was a little different for it was back to the sulky but with a very simple harness and no collar.  Jack explained that I could forget about form.  Now I should concentrate on speed.  He would control the pace, trying to judge my stamina and reserve.  The pony girl we were racing was one of the best, so I should not be disappointed if I lost.  However how I did could well determine my future.
     I doubted if this was indeed true but my competitive nature wasn't about to lie down.  After two laps around a small racetrack, I was brought to a starting line together with a very attractive, black pony girl driven by Phyllis. I was given the favored position on the inside of  the track and suddenly we were off and running.  Jack encouraged me to get into a comfortable rhythm which I quickly did, and for a while I was clearly ahead of the other girl.  But slowly they
passed me.
     I would have sped up but Jack held me back with pressure on my bit but then encouraged me to stay right behind the other sulky.  Then I heard him say in a soft voice, "Okay, Pat, when you're your ready increase your speed gradually, keeping that nice rhythm, and then try to pass them.  We have a half of a lap left to the finish line.
     My experience on the track team in college came back to me and I realized that staying behind the other sulky had made them break the wind, giving me a slight breather.  Now I was able to pull abreast the other girl and we both broke into a sprint.  But she was just too good.  I finished about six feet behind her, panting and sweating but basically pleased as was Jack.
     "I'm very proud of you, Pat.  The pony girl you were racing has won many medals for us.  With some good training, I think you would be almost as good."  It was Jack himself who walked me to allow me to cool down gradually, washed me down a little and then dried me off.
     "Pat, you've earned yourself a reward.  You probably don't know that Don is planning to come for you tomorrow.  We want to fix you up in the morning as a beautiful show pony for him, but tonight you have the choice of spending it as you did last night, or we can take you out of harness, give you some clothes and you can eat with us in the main house.  Don will never know the difference."
     It was this last remark that decided my answer.  I shook my head and started towards my stall where I could see Gert waiting.  Jack's parting words were, "Somehow I thought you would see this through.  Have a good night."
     Gert was in real good spirits.  Apparently Phyllis had told her that if she lost a little weight, she would be given a chance at becoming a pony girl without training charge, providing she worked part time in her present role.  Although it was hard for me to understand her enthusiasm, I realized that this was something she really wanted.
     Gert put a simple halter on me and removed the leather "jacket" I was wearing as well as the band from between my legs.  She then washed and oiled me thoroughly before getting my usual gunky but good mash, the Gatorade and an apple.  Finally she brushed my short hair observing that it wasn't going to look like the usual hair of a show pony, shook out my blankets, put it some fresh hay and locked me in for the night.
     That night I slept very well with no cramps and was standing there waiting when Gert arrived the next morning.  It was again embarrassing, but I managed to squat, piss and relieve my self, but at least it didn't have to through the chastity band.  After cleaning me up, she led me down to the main tackle room where Phyllis was waiting with a pile of shiny black leather gear.
     First, I was stripped completely including boots and gauntlets.  Simple rope nooses were placed around my wrists and the ropes were then tied out to nearby stanchions.  Gert applied a coating of some type of grease or ointment to my entire body until I sort of shone.  Then came all the leather.  In many ways the articles were similar to those I had been wearing except that the leather was new and jet black with numerous silver ornaments and little bells.  Also, instead of the head bridle, Phyllis picked up a black leather helmet and showed it to me.  It had a large opening for the face with rinds for attaching the bit and reins, but the most striking feature was a plume  of long black hair that came out of the crown.  In effect, she was making up for the shortness of my own hair.
     When Phyllis pulled it over my head, I found that it really was comfortable and even the bit seemed to fit me, although the collar that followed seemed wider than before, My stamping the ground was met with a smile and Phyllis said, "Oh, Pat, stand still.  I want your head up high. You've won that honor.  Now, you probably won't like your gloved wrists where I am going to put them, but the position is standard."
     I felt them hauled up, crossed behind my shoulder blades and held there with straps.  Indeed it was uncomfortable.
     I still didn't have anything below my wide, tight belt and wondered whether I was going to be given a band with a long tail like I had seen the first day.  I soon found out the answer was yes but the tail came in a form I didn't like at all.  It consisted of a bundle of long black hairs  arising from a butt plug which Phyllis lubricated and not too gently eased into my anal canal until my
sphincter closed around the neck of the plug.  A contoured, broad leather strap running from front to back was used to secure the thing in place and hold the tail in a graceful plume behind me.
     I had never enjoyed rectal examinations, tubes, enemas, etc. and twisted my rump around to let them know I didn't like it.  This earned me several swats with a crop. So I quickly resolved to take whatever they did to me.  This resolve almost disappeared when Gert hung little bells from my nipples, licking them first to make them rise up and then applying little clamps that she screwed down.
     "Pat, they're so pretty, and just listen to them when you jump around like that," Gert said.
     Reins were attached through the helmet rings to my bit and I was 'driven' out of the barn.  They were taking pictures of me when Don arrived by car.  I started towards him but was quickly halted by a strong tug on the reins.  So he came to me with a big smile on his face, reached out to put a hand on each side of my face and bring his lips down to mine.  Somehow it made everything all right and I even forgot about the huge thing in my rectum.
     Jack came out to join us and welcomed Don.  "She's been an excellent trainee, one of our best, and we'll be happy to take her on for complete training."
     Because Gert was still pulling on my reins, I couldn't shake my head, but happily Don said, "No, I have other plans for her, but thanks for the offer.  Maybe someday, she will want to come back.  Did she give you any trouble?"
     It was Phyllis who answered.  "Not really.  She basically did very well, although I sensed a little lack of longterm motivation.  Wouldn't you like to see her in motion?"
     Don said that would be interesting and a few minutes later I was hooked up to a sulky, walking with high knees and square shoulders, my numerous bells tingling away.  It was Phyllis who was doing the driving but she then stopped, gave a few instructions to Don, helped him onto the seat and started me in motion holding the side of my bit at first.
     When we were a little distance from the others, Don said, "Pat, I love your bare ass and the way you swing your tail.  Wish I could see your breasts bounce from where I'm sitting but they are taking pictures with a camcorder so we'll have a nice record of this memorable moment."
     For a brief second I thought I might enjoy trying to dump him, but then I found myself getting very, sexually aroused by his comments as well as the pinching of my nipples and the pressure of the belt between my legs.
     And this arousal seemed to persist as Gert took me to the barn, relieved me of all the things I was wearing, and showed me where there was a wonderful shower.  When I stepped out she was holding a warm, large towel and I saw that Don had brought some jeans and a soft, sleeveless shirt to wear.  After watching me get dressed, Gert threw her arms around me and hugged me with tears in her eyes.  And I found myself hugging her right back.  Even though my stay had been short, we had grown close.
     Phyllis and Jack saw us to Don's car, gave me a 'diploma' and said they would send the pictures.  A moment later we were on our way with me sitting as close to him as I could get, enjoying his hand moving between my thighs.
     "Where to?" I asked.
     "How about Europe, India and Japan?  But first, I'm taking you home," was his reply.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      The night after we turned to Don's home was one of reunion with emphasis on 'union’. We explored each others bodies and I was happy that he remembered all my arousal buttons.  In fact he found a few new ones, and I didn't do a bad job on him.  The next morning we were late for breakfast and Clara gave us hell, saying that she wasn't about to hang 
around all morning for us appear.
     Then Don and I went for a long walk.  He told me he wanted to take me down to the city for a few days for numerous reasons.  It didn't come as a complete surprise 
when he asked me to move my belongings from my little apartment into his suite, saying it would save me money and
he wanted to keep an eye on me.
     "I don't think I can trust you out of my sight very long," but this was said with a twinkle in his eyes.  "Also, I want you to buy some new clothes so I can take you to 
Europe and Asia."
     "What did you say?"  He reaffirmed what he had just said and I couldn't believe it at first.
     So the next day we said goodbye to Hans and Clara, piled into his car and after reaching his office suite, he had Gloria get one of his security people to give me a hand moving my things. I talked to my landlord and he allowed me to close out my lease without a penalty, saying he hoped I would call him if I was ever looking for an apartment again.
     Don's suite turned out to be the top floor of his office building and was beautiful.  The security man explained that Don had a maid who came in each day to clean, do any laundry, stock the refrigerator, etc.  He also explained the phone system and showed me how to reach Don on his private office line or through Gloria.
     That evening, Don took me a little private restaurant down in the  village where he had to show an invitation to get us in.  There were some customers there when we arrived and a few others joined us.  But I also a number of couples and singles, enter and take an elevator to a different floor.  The waitresses were rather scantily clad, almost like the 
bunnies in a playboy club (a place where I had never been but I had looked at the pictures carefully), and all wore leather
collars and wristlets that were locked in place.
     "Okay, Don.  You've got my curiosity raring.  What is this place?"
     "Well it's a restaurant with a bondage motif.  They have special nights devoted to such things as latex, leather, chains, etc.  Actually, the restaurant is only a small part of the operation. There is another floor, or perhaps floors, where full members can go."
     "And you are a member?" I asked.
     "No.  I have been invited but wouldn't want to do it as a single  person.  But I do have a standing invitation to use the restaurant."
     "I would have thought you'd have jumped at the opportunity, knowing what you've put me through.  Do you have to be married?"
     "No, you don't.  It's just that it would be more fun and a little less embarrassing going through the initiation and then joining in some of the activities, if you  did it with someone you loved and trusted.  Someone like you."
     "So that's why you brought me here tonight.  Why you devil."  I raised my hand to playfully swat him but he easily caught it and held it tightly.
     One of the waitresses quickly came over to the table and asked, "Sir, do you want her restrained?"
     Before I could say anything, Don responded, "Yes, if you please.  She  gets out of hand periodically."
     The waitress grabbed my other hand and signaled the maitre d'.  Quickly  he sent over another waitress with a pair of handcuffs and a couple of straps.  Together  with Don, the two girls locked my wrists behind me and used the straps above and below my breasts to bind me to the back of the chair.  I lashed out with a foot and caught Don's shin with the toe of my shoe. Moments later, my ankles were being bound to a rung of my chair.
     "Don, please get them to release me.  I'll behave."  I said this but didn't really mean it.  It was sort of exciting to be in a public place with strangers looking at me,  trussed and trying to figure out how I was going to eat and drink.
     Don ignored my request, thanked the girls and ordered for us both.  Or the next hour we talked as if nothing had happened but it took longer than usual for me to eat.  In fact it had been a very long time since I was spoonfed.  Happily, our waitress supplied me  with a bib to catch the
wine and food that failed to make it into my mouth.
     At one point the owner came by to ask if everything was satisfactory.  I complained about the way I was treated but he ignored me completely.  Don asked if he could  still apply for membership, saying that perhaps it would be a good way to teach me my place in the world.  As I sputtered, the owner said he would send the necessary forms.
     After he left, I said, "Don, you'll never, never make me be something I don't want to be." But even as I said this, I wondered whether I wasn't finding life fun and interesting no matter what we did together, so I said, "I guess I don't mean that completely," and  explained my feelings.
     "You're quite a woman, Pat.  Let's go home."  He got the waitress to release me, tipped her generously, and paid the bill.
     On the way uptown in the taxi, he started in on me and my the time we  reached his building, my panties were down around my ankles, his zipper was down and we both were just
about out of control.  The driver was enjoying the whole thing and asked if we didn't want to see Central Park.   Don told him it was a great idea and somehow we managed to couple (or copulate) very nicely, although I was sure to have some sore spots.
     In bed together and before he turned out the light, he kissed me and said, "Pat, I would like very much to take you to Tiffany's tomorrow and buy you a beautiful ring."
     My heart flipped a few extra beats, I snuggled even closer to him, and asked, "Does this mean you want our lives to continue in the mixed up way we've enjoyed since we met?"
     "Yes, I want to make you mine."
     "There you go again.  But the answer is a big and definite YES.  I love  you very much and hope you never stop making my life wonderfully unpredictable.  I just pray you'll never get tired of me."
     "That is something I can't imagine.  You are making me a very happy man.  Sweet dreams."
     I lay there wondering whether there was any chance of falling asleep.  And then wondered whether this was all a dream and I would wake up in the morning with him beside me.  Well, I could do something about that.
     "Don, are you asleep?"
     "Almost, why?"
     "Please get the handcuffs if you have them, and don't ask why?"
     He got up, went to the dresser and crawled back in bed with me.  "Now  what?"
     I turned away from him, made him curl around me, locked on of the cuffs  on my right wrist, and said, "Place your right hand on my breast, please."  When he did this I snapped the other cuff on him.  He didn't seem to mind and his fingers immediately toyed with my nipple.
     "Now I know you'll be here in the morning.  Goodnight, lover."

                         CHAPTER FIFTEEN

     The next day was as wonderful as any I had ever experienced.  The sun was warm, everyone seemed cordial and happy, and it was almost as if the world knew about us.  We agreed that we wouldn't get married until after we returned from our trip for he  had business meetings in several countries that could not be postponed.
     The ring we selected had the new Tiffany design.  I was eager to take home the display ring I tried on, but Don wanted a different diamond, one with a slightly different color.  So it was going to be several weeks before it was on my finger. I was disappointed but Don reassured me he wasn't going to change his mind.
     I had my picture taken for a passport and we went to the federal office to complete that application.  Happily, I had all the necessary papers such as my birth certificate.  At Don's suggestion, I filled out the forms using the name "Patricia Grafton".  It was the first time I ever wrote this and seemed wonderful.
     "Will this work," I softly asked him.
     "Sure. Just watch.  They won't ask for a marriage certificate, and it  will mean that we don't have to get another passport when your name is officially Grafton."
     Indeed, the agent looked things over and said he would be glad to expedite the application, promising that we would have it in two weeks.
     Then he gave me two of his credit cards and turned me loose with instructions to get clothes and bags that would travel well, but we could also pick up any  needed things in other countries.  I was happy with my necessary purchases, but also picked up some things in Frederick's of Hollywood that I would never have dared to wear for anyone else.
     That evening I cooked dinner for the two of us and it turned out real well, thank goodness.  In a way it was our first dinner all by ourselves with no one else around.  I then suggested he could leave the dishes in the sink but asked that he put the  leftovers away while I got ready for bed.
     When he came into the bedroom I was standing there clad only in a little vinyl pair of shorts that had a snap closure running between my legs.  Over my upper chest was a little halter with false chains that ran transversely across my breasts.  Also I had a narrow studded leather collar around my neck and had fastened my wrists behind me with the 
handcuffs.
     Don stopped in the entrance way and a big grin spread over his face as I turned around for him.  "Pat, you really are something.  I'd go get my camera except I have  the sudden urge to do something else."
     When he took off his clothes, his urgency was very obvious.  Lying on the bed, he pulled me on top of him, found the snaps and guided my wet channel down to engulf him.  I think we both tried to go slow but it didn't take long.
     The next two weeks passed very rapidly.  On several occasions I looked at our tickets for the trip that was to take us to London, Amsterdam, Delhi (where we would stay with Rahjiv and Indira) and then Japan.  The first two stops were of very short duration but he had arranged no definite date of return to the United States.  I was thrilled at the prospect of actually going around the world.  From some books that I purchased at Barnes and Noble, I learned  a little about Japan and even tried some conversational Japanese.
     For Don, it was primarily a business trip and he apologized for this, saying that we might return to Europe for our honeymoon if we wished.   I was so happy about 
everything that the schedule made no difference.
     Finally the day of our departure arrived.  I was packed and ready to go by ten in the morning even though our flight wasn't until early evening.  On several occasions, I looked at my new passport, made sure we had our tickets and rechecked the list of the  things I wanted to take.
Don, on the other hand, was very relaxed.  He went down to the office for a while, returned to have lunch with me, and then suggested we take a nap. That was fine with me but I reminded him I was just getting over my period.  To be sure, for a while I stopped worrying.  But it meant taking another shower, fixing my hair, etc.  And I started spotting again.  
Oh well, a sanitary napkin would take care of that and I used a little cloth belt arrangement to hold that in place.
     Late in the afternoon one of Don's security people drove us out to Kennedy Airport and dropped us off.  The place seemed a little chaotic but we checked our two suitcases, and headed for the gate with our carry on's.
     Suddenly Don stopped and said, "Darn, I forgot to tell my vice-president something. Here's your ticket.  Go on through the security area and I'll be join you at the gate in a few minutes."
     "Don, you can probably call from the boarding area.  You don't have much time."
     "There are phones right back there.  Don't worry, Mrs. Grafton, I won't miss the flight for anything."
     I realized that my concern was simply because I was a neophyte when it came to international travel.  Still I was nervous when I approached the security check point and on
several occasions looked back to see if Don was coming.
     My carry on went through the machine and I passed through the detector without setting off any bells or whistles.  But on the other side was a security man with a 
German police dog. The dog had gotten up from where he was lying and was straining at his leash, his nose pointing
either at my carry on or my crotch.
     The security man was immediately at my side saying, "Ma'am, don't be  alarmed.  This is just routine, but would you please come with me for a few minutes."  He said 
something into the walkie-talkie he was carrying but I hear his words.  By this time I was really nervous and simply
allowed myself to be led into a nearby room where he asked to see my ticket and passport.
     "Sir, my plane...," I started to say.
     But he interrupted me, "Relax, you have plenty of time.  This will only take a few minutes."
     A female security officer came in at that point and the two of them  conversed briefly over on one side of the room as I looked at the door hoping that Don would walk  in.  Then she said to me, "Ma'am, something got Rex, our dog, excited.  We want you to place the contents of your bag on that table," which I did.  They checked everything carefully while the dog continued to look at me.
     Then she said, "Pete's going to step out while I do a strip search.  Please take everything off and put your things beside your carry on."
     "Now just a minute.  I want one of you to get my husband.  His name is Donald Grafton and he should be right outside.  I don't want...."
     "Ma'am, Pete will look for him but it would save time if you would just do as I requested."
     Partly because she was asking nicely, I took off everything after Pete and his dog left the room.  She went through my clothes very carefully and then had me turn 
around several times with my hands above my head.
     "Take your pad off, ma'am."
     "But I don't have another."
     "Do as I say and stop giving me a hard time."  The tone of her voice was changing with each request or order.  She examined the pad and saw the few blood spots.  "Now spread your legs way out and bend over the table."
     I heard her pull on a plastic glove and then felt her finger enter first my vagina and then my rectum.  She was thorough, not gentle and certainly in no rush.
     "Didn't find anything, did you?" I said a little sarcastically.
     "Just shut up.  Although it is possible that Rex smelled your menstrual period, I've never seen him make that mistake before.  You could have some dope in there somewhere and you look a lot like a Pamela Erickson who we are looking for.  We think she has been smuggling computer chips out of the country.  Now wipe yourself and sit in that chair.  I'm 
going to run your things through the x-ray machine out there."
     I was left standing there, stark naked.  I tried to open the door a little and found it locked. I also noticed that the windows were covered with a thick wire screen.  Obviously I wasn't going anywhere.  Without my watch, I couldn't tell how much time I had before our flight would be called but knew we had arrived in plenty of time.  But what a mess.
     When the female security agent returned, she handed me a terry cloth robe to put on. "Okay, here's the plan.  A custom's agent and I are going to take you over to the main terminal where we have a special x-ray or CT machine to check you.  If that's normal, you're on your way."
     The custom agent arrived a few minutes later, looked at me and said to the woman, "She does look a little like the picture of that Pamela Erickson.  Has she given  you any trouble?"
     "A little.  She's been very nervous and reluctant to obey orders.   She's bleeding a little down there and didn't want to be examined.  It's possible that she has something stuck up in her uterus or way up in her rectum.  She has a tight ass hole and I couldn't do a very good exam."
     "That's a lie.  I've done everything you wanted.  Now I'm not going anywhere without Mr. Grafton," and started to struggle as they grasped my arms.
     "That does it.  Whoever you are, you are now officially detained by the customs department."  They spun me against the wall and I felt a plastic loop cuff my wrists together
behind me.  I was bodily pulled towards another door which opened onto a stairway going down to the lower level.
     "Wait," I said.  "At least bring my carry on, ticket and passport."
     "Shut up and keep walking.  Your things will be in the boarding area if your cleared."
     I was piled into the back seat of a security car and found myself staring forward through a metal screen.  Obviously I was making things hard on myself and knew that 
things would move faster if I did whatever they wanted.
     In the main terminal I was taken to a special room, made to disrobe and placed on a cold x-ray table that moved through a large circular tunnel.  With my nurse's training, I recognized this to be a rather typical CT machine.  It soon started humming and the table  moved a few inches and stopped.  Then it went back to the starting position.  The process was repeated several times and more and more time passed.  At that point, I called out, "Would someone  please come in here?"
     For a few minutes, nothing happened and then three people entered, the security woman who threw some orange coveralls over me, the customs man and a third man  dressed in white shirt and business suit, who said, "I'm Dan Reed, special agent for the FBI, Ms. Erickson.  We are detaining you for possible smuggling.  You are not, I repeat, not being 
arrested until the time when we know you have something inside you.  Unfortunately this machine is  not working.  We
have checked with Bellevue Hospital which is our back up, but they won't do a routine CT scan tonight.  So you are going to be taken over to the Riker's Island Detention Facility for the night. Tomorrow, we hope to be able to schedule the exam but you have to realize that tomorrow is Sunday.  Now get dressed we'll get you ready for transportation."
     "No, please.  This can't be.  Please Mr. Reed.  Just listen a minute," I said beginning to cry a little.  You've got to get hold of my husband."
     "I know you claim your name is Patricia Grafton, which I seriously doubt.  But anyway we have paged this Mr. Grafton and think he probably has departed on his flight.  Now let's go."

                         CHAPTER SIXTEEN

     Sobbing, I put on the orange coveralls with the big P on the back and submitted to the handcuffs, wrist cuffs and the connecting lengths of chain.  Like a common criminal, I was led out to a NYPD police car, transported across the East River to Riker's Island and taken into an imposing, old building with heavily barred windows.  None of the three people who had started me on this journey accompanied me and at the entrance office, the officer simply turned some papers over to the woman officer in charge.
     "This is Pamela Erickson who is being detained for smuggling on order of the FBI.  Here are the papers.  I guess they plan to get some special x-rays or something  tomorrow or the next day.  In the meantime, she is to be watched carefully to make sure she doesn't shit anything important or pass anything out of her womb.  Good luck with her.  Bye, Pam."
     I was taken into an adjoining room where a prison matron soon appeared. 
  "Pam, where are your things?"
     "They took them all away from me at the airport.  And my name isn't Pam, it's Pat Anderson,....er...Grafton.  And don't I get a chance to call a lawyer?" I asked.
     "Hm.  Guess you don't know your own name.  That's interesting.  Anyway,  you officially are Pamela Erickson. And no, you don't get a free call to anyone for you're only being detained, not arrested yet.  Now let me get these chains off of you, get up against the wall and let me check
you."
     The pat down was getting to be a routine.  I was then led down through two more locked doors to a corridor with cells on each side.  Some contained women who immediately started shouting one thing or another at us.  I was taken to a cell that was empty except for a simple iron bed and a pail.  For a moment I balked at the door and received a shove in return.  The barred door slid shut and locked with a resounding clang.  And there I was.
     My wonderful day had turned to pure disaster.  I had no idea where Don was, I didn't know where my passport and other things were, I was locked up, accused of all sorts of things
and had no way of knowing how I was going to get out of there.  I finally curled up on the bed, pulled a blanket over me and tried to sleep with all the noise echoing through the place.
     Sometime during the night, a siren woke me and a loudspeaker system  announced that all inmates were to line up near their cell doors for a thorough inspection of the entire facility.  One by one we were taken from the cells and attached by handcuffs to long chains.  Each group was then taken out into the cold courtyard and commanded to sit on the ground while our cells were inspected.  Thoroughly chilled we were then led back to our cells, searched again and locked in
for the remainder of the night.
     When morning came I felt more tired than ever, having slept very little.  Breakfast consisted in water, coffee, a hard roll and a half rotten orange.  When I tried to find out about any plans for me I was just ignored.  Some of the other prisoners tried to engage me in conversation and when I remained silent the result was a series of obscene accusations.  I had used the pail a couple of times to urinate into and finally pooped resulting in a nauseating 
odor to my cell.
     One of the trustees or other prisoners was made to go through the stuff under the eyes of one of the guards, and finally I was given another pail.  Lunchtime came and went without any news of further tests, release or anything else.  Finally, in the late afternoon, a guard came, put me in handcuffs and took me to a 'visitors' room where a black, well-dressed man in a business suit was seated.
     He rose as soon as I entered and said, "Don sends his love.  He is in London and is extremely upset.  I am one of his lawyers and it has taken me all night and the better part of today to trace what happened to you.  Part of the problem stemmed from the fact that we initially asked for Pat Anderson and then Pat Grafton. All the people who were involved with you last evening are off duty and it took a while to trace them.  Finally we got some leads and found you here under the name of Pamela Erickson, whoever she is.  Don has been frantic and nearly got the first flight back here when we found your trail.
     "Anyway, it looks like you are at least safe.  I'm trying for an immediate release but these things take time, particularly on a Sunday.  Unless things change, it looks 
like you will have to go through some tests tomorrow and will then be released when they find you're not smuggling anything.  Gloria, who is the one who called me and who located some of the people involved yesterday, has been working on plans for you.  It now looks like the best 
solution is for you to meet Don in Japan as soon as she can make arrangements.  By the way, my name is Booker T. Washington," he concluded with a smile.
I threw my handcuffed arms around him, ignoring the guard watching us, and said, "Mr. Booker T. Washington, I love you and will be eternally grateful, as long as I can see my way out of this mess.  Will I see you again?"
     "Yes, tonight if we are real lucky.  Otherwise, the judge has given me permission to go with you over to Bellevue Hospital tomorrow morning."
     "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
     I was returned to my cell and spent a boring night, although I did talk to some of the other prisoners, most of whom were there for drug problems or prostitution.
     The next morning after breakfast and another search of my excrement, I was taken out of my cell in chains.  Mr. Washington met me in the warden's area and we were off to Bellevue, a hospital that I had heard of but knew little about.  There was some confusion about the CT exam for the FBI were now asking for a thorough GYN exam and colonoscopy instead, saying that any x-rays would damage any computer disks I might have in me.
     The gynecologist was gentle, probing my uterus through my cervical canal, and interested in the fact I was a nurse.  The gastroenterologist who did the GI exam also was well trained and insisted I be given some sedation for the test.  Apparently the officer who had brought me from Riker's notified the involved judge by phone but I still had to return to the island before I was officially released.  Thoughtfully, Don's (and now my) lawyer had brought 
some clothes for me to wear and as I exited the sun never looked so warm and glorious.
     Back in Don's suite, I tried my best to phone him but was unsuccessful. 
  At least there was a wonderful message from him waiting for me there, together with instructions that I should report to the same airlines office in the afternoon where my carry on and passport would be waiting, together with a ticket to Honolulu.
     Booker T. stayed with me until he handed me off to Ken, one of Don's security people who I knew very well. Apparently, Don was insisting someone be with me until I reached Japan where he would probably be waiting.
     I insisted that Ken get me to the airport long before flight time.  The  airlines representative and the head of security were extremely apologetic for everything that had 
happened and the three of them ushered me to the boarding area, even though I again had to go through the usual
security check.  This time there were no dogs sniffing at my crotch.
     Just before I boarded the flight to Hawaii, a tall, good looking stewardess came up to where we were standing and said, "You must be Pat.  I've heard a lot about you.  I'm Diane and will be taking care of you on the flight.  Come with me and I'll get you seated right now."
     I guess I was the first passenger to board.  What service.  She took me back to the rear of the plane and indicated which seat I was to take, saying that first class 
was full.  But I wasn't to get to comfortable for she had other plans for me as soon as we reached cruising altitude for the long flight.
     As soon as we were airborne, one of the other stewardesses brought me a glass of champagne, courtesy of the airlines.  The passengers seated next to me wondered who I was but I simply answered I knew one of the crew.  Then Diane came and suggested I get  my carry on and follow her to the tail of the plane which incidentally was the largest plane 
I had ever seen.
     She used a key to open a door into a compact but very nice compartment, equipped with a double berth, a small refrigerator, some small receptacles for clothes and a 
numerous other cabinets with closed aluminum doors, some of which were locked.
     As soon as we were in the compartment, she said, "If I didn't tell you  before, I'm Diane Sawyer and am the chief stewardess on this flight.  We are a little short handed so this area is all mine.....and yours.  Make yourself at home.  I know what you have been through and realize you must be tired, so you may want to take a nap.  I'm going to leave you for a while but have already put in quite a few flight hours today so will be able to join you after I get things settled outside.
     "By the way, I have met Don Grafton only on a few occasions but know a lot about him. You see, Gloria is my roommate, and I think you know her."
      I gasped, "I don't believe it.  Are you really a dominatrix?  Er...I'm  sorry.  Did you help to get me on this flight?"
     She laughed and replied, "Yes and yes.  We'll talk some more in a while.  There's a big T shirt in that locker with my name on the door.  Put that on and get some rest. Oh, the door locks behind me when I leave so no one else can enter, but you can exit whenever you wish."
     I did get undressed and donned the shirt which had an advertisement for Hawaiian rum on it.  I left the lights on and crawled under the top blanket but found I was too keyed up to sleep. So I started looking at the cabinets.  Several were marked with first aid supplies including a defibrillator, oxygen tank, intravenous fluids, emergency medications etc.  Others were labeled 'Security'.  This aroused my curiosity but I didn't think I should stick my 
nose where it didn't belong.
     When Diane returned, she went to the refrigerator and took out a couple of cans of Coke. "Do you want something different?” she asked.  I said that Coke was fine.  She sat on the edge of the bunk and asked me to tell her exactly what had happened at the airport two days ago.  As I described my adventures, she interrupted several times with questions, 
obviously enjoying all that had occurred.
     "Was it in any way fun?" she asked.
     "Well, in retrospect, I guess there were parts that were 'interesting' such as wearing the
orange prisoner's uniform and what they called transportation chains, but  frankly I was upset, partly because I knew Don would be frantic."
     "Pat, sounds as if your concern about him was as important as what was happening to you.  I think that's nice.  Anyway, you are now on your way to meet him.  We  still don't have a flight from Hawaii to Nagoya where Don is going to meet you, but we're  working on this.  I have two lay over days in Honolulu and am reasonably sure you'll get to Japan the  same day he does, which will be three days from now.  You'll love the islands."
     I was dying to ask her about her other job or past time but restrained myself and instead asked her about the 'security' cabinets along the wall.
     "Oh, they have all sorts of things.  We are very well equipped for  practically any emergency.  Highjacking, drunks, unruly passengers, as well as medical emergencies. Here, I'll show you."
     I said, "The First Aid boxes are pretty straight forward but I was curious about the others."
     She started opening cabinets saying, "Here we have a .38 caliber revolver, plastic handcuffs and ankle cuffs, spray containers to help subdue people and a few  other things.  And this cabinet has sedative drugs that are already in syringes.  Some are strong enough to knock out even a very large man.  Happily we can usually talk a person into quieting down but I had to use the handcuffs once during a flight."
     "I suppose you have used them at other times as well," I said with a  smile.
     "Of course.  Want to try these?"
     "No, I've had my fill for a few days, but thanks.  How about the lower  cabinet?"
     She opened it and took out one of two bundles.  This one was marked 'small', the other 'large'.  "They are strait jackets for our crazies.  Interested?"
     I looked at her smiling face and said slowly, "I don't think so," realizing that my face was turning a little red and my palms were moist.
     "From the way you answered, I think you’re interested.  I promise I won't keep you in it any longer than you want.  It really is sort of neat. Okay?"
     I thought that I really could trust her and was actually dying to see how it felt, so I said, "Okay, but be sure no one comes in that door.  I'd be mortified."
     Diane first took off her uniform and found another T-shirt, saying that she didn't want to get all wrinkled.  As she turned around I saw that she had a black panther tattooed on the back of one hip.  Seeing me looking at her, she asked if I liked her little kitty and I honestly could answer
that it was beautiful.
      Then she opened the bundle and lifted up the canvas affair with all the straps, grommets, and things.  She waited while I started my hands down through the long  sleeves and then had be turn away from her.  Then she started lacing up the back using some strong cord.  The jacket didn't seem very snug but this changed when she threaded the crossing straps 
through their buckles and pulled them very tight.  Then she threaded my crossed arms through some side loops and buckled the straps extending from the closed ends of the sleeves behind me.  Her final maneuver was to pull a strap up between my upper thighs and fasten it in front.
     With a little shove, I was pushed flat on the bunk and she grabbed a foot.  Before I could protest she was tickling me unmercifully.  I yelled, laughed and kicked but  she didn't relent until the tears were rolling down my cheeks.
     "You beast," I said and succeeded on pushing her onto the floor with my other foot.
     She immediately climbed on top of me, held my head between her hands and kissed the side of my neck. I got out an "oh" and felt all my emotions shift into second or third gear.  There was something about her that was turning me on very rapidly and I couldn't believe it when I said,” Please touch me."
     As her hands worked their way down, I felt my breasts squeezed, my nipples pushing up against the canvas and then she was unfastening the crotch strap.  Then her fingers began playing a wonderful tune, my thighs spreading almost automatically.
     "My, you're wet," she whispered and her tongue went into my open mouth. 
  Her fingers did things perhaps only a woman could do.  At least at the moment it seemed that way and I was soon pleading to be brought to orgasm.
     But her fingers were withdrawn and I blurted out, "No, please don't stop."
     "If you want more, close your eyes and don't go away."  She got up, I heard her shirt fall to the floor, she did something else and then was back on top of me.  But this time I felt something a little cool and slippery pushing at my passageway and realized that she had donned a strap on dildo.
     "Yes, do it to me right now."  And she did, taking her time to play with me as I tried to help in every possible way.  The result was pure glory.
     I guess we then fell asleep for I awoke to hear her taking a shower.  When she came out I asked where she was going.
     "I have to check on things but I'll be back in a bit.  Do you want out?"
     "No, I want to enjoy it a little longer.  But come back soon.
     And enjoy it I did.  It was a wonderful feeling to be lying there, relatively helpless yet in no discomfort.  I curled up like I was in a womb and soon was back in slumber 
land.
     I had lost all track of time when she woke me.  She said, "Pat, time to get up.  Hope you had some nice dreams.  I did, and I was wide-awake.  We will be landing in about a half hour. Feel free to use the shower."
     She released me from the strait jacket and I immediately embraced her, thrilling at the feel of her strong body against mine.  "Yes, I understand you want me to get dressed, but I really have enjoyed the last few hours with you even if it's got me confused..  Thank  you."
     Diane hugged me right back.  "Pat, you're quite a woman and I enjoyed it as much, if not more than you.  But don't be confused.  You love Don and he loves you.  I hope that things work out beautifully for both of you.  I'm just an adventure along the way and any time between us shouldn't interfere with your time with him.  But keep in mind that I would 
love to teach you a thing or two any time you pick.  And besides, I'm not letting you out of my  sight just yet.
     "As soon as we land and I finish my paper work, we will try to reach Don and then we're going to a little place that I own with some of the other stewardesses.  We both need some more sleep.  Then I'm going to show you a small portion of Oahu."
     She added, "And this is for you."  She handed me an official looking diploma signed my the pilot and co-pilot for "Extraordinary Activity While Flying At 42,00 Feet".  I laughed with her and vowed that Don would never see it.

                        CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

     At the airport immediately after landing, we went into the stewardess' lounge and she placed a call to Gloria back in New York where it was some time during the night.  When the ringing phone finally succeeded in waking her up, Diane indicated to me that she wanted to talk to Gloria in private, so I walked to the other side of the room and got us cups 
of coffee.  When I saw Diane hang up I rejoined her.
     "I apologize for asking you to move away but, as you know, Gloria and I have a live in arrangement and our conversation can get rather intimate at times.  Anyway, 
she thinks Don is in Amsterdam and gave me several numbers to try.  This time I'll leave you unless you want some help with the calls. You should be able to reach him at his hotel for it would be about 7 AM there.  Tell him I'm taking good care of you."
     Using one of the credit cards Don gave me, the call went through in a very short time and he answered on the second ring with a sleepy "Hello".
     "Mr. Grafton, this is Mrs. Grafton, you lovable creature."
     "Pat!!  Am I glad to hear from you.  Are you okay and where are you?"
     "I'm fine now that I've at least heard your voice.  I love you, and I'm in Honolulu with Diane, Gloria's roommate.  How are you?"
     "Wonderful but I never should have let you out of my sight.  Why can't you stay out of trouble even for a few minutes?  I made my call in New York and then searched frantically for you.  Finally. Just before they shut the doors to the plane, one of the attendants said she thought
you were on the plane.  So I boarded, they locked the door behind me and the plane started taxiing.  When I saw your empty seat, they checked the restrooms and looked all over the place. And when we decided you were not there, they would abort the takeoff.
     "When I finally got a call through from the plane, it became even more of a mess for I frantically first asked them to look for Pat Anderson, rather than Pat Grafton.  Then I guess everyone at the airport who might have information about you went home.  So when..."
     I interrupted, "Don, I love you very much and am dying to be with you and tell you everything that happened to me.  But for now, just tell me you love me and  still want me to be your wife, despite getting in trouble."
     "You know I love you and can't wait to hold you and do all sorts of things to you.  Now what are your plans?  Did you get the word that I'm going to meet you in Japan?"
     "Yes.  Diane, Gloria and a few other people are working on a ticket for me.  I understand that you hope to get there sometime in two, or is it three days.....I'm all mixed up on days because of all these time changes......anyway, on the 17th.  This should work out just fine.  I'll call you tomorrow and if by chance I can't reach you, your office or Gloria will know the plans.  In the meantime, I'm off to see the island with Diane who is taking real good care of me.  She is really something and I like her a lot....but not as much as you."
     "She hasn't tried to dominate you, has she?"
     "Not exactly, but there apparently is a side of me that finds her interesting.  I'll tell you all about it when I see you.  Now have you been behaving yourself?"
     "Well, you know what Amsterdam is all about. Prostitution is legal and the city has a wild side.  Last night I met this beautiful French girl and she showed me..."
     "Don, at second thought, I'm just going to stay here in Hawaii for a few weeks."
     "Pat, you know I'm kidding.  And I think I know you well enough to not worry about any lesbian tendencies on your part.  Diane might be very good for you.  You know, get you to learn to obey.  Just stay away from any handsome males. Remember that I'm leaving for India tonight. Can I reach you in Hawaii?"
     "Well, I'm going to be at her place but I don't know where that is or what the phone number is.  I'll call tomorrow and have Indira's number.  You just go ahead 
and enjoy your French girls.  I love you."
     "Love you, too, Pat.  Have fun."
     I felt a little sad, hanging up, but it was great hearing his voice.  I  found Diane at a gift counter and she presented me with a guidebook to Hawaii.  Arm in arm we 
went down to the main airport area where I received a lei from a beautiful Hawaii girl.  The book and the lei marked
me as a typical tourist, but Diane in her uniform kept the sellers of trips, souvenirs, etc. away from me.
     Diane said her place was about 20 miles away and we decided to rent a car rather than take a taxi so we would be free to go where we wanted.  Because it was now night, I couldn't see much on the trip but realized that the island was hilly if not mountainous.  She showed me the turn off to Kaneohe which she said was a small city and that the place she owned with two other stewardesses was near Kahaluu and not far from the ocean.
     Before long we arrived at what appeared to be a little cottage, snuggled against the side of a hill.  A moon was coming up and there was a mist in the valley.  It looked 
like a Japanese painting.  There was a car parked in the driveway and Diane said that one of the other stewardesses was probably there and asleep so we entered quietly.  Diane 
confirmed that someone was in one of the bedrooms as we headed for the other.
     "Let's keep things quiet, Pat.  And frankly, I'm pretty tired as I know  you are, so strip and get in bed... and behave yourself."
     A few minutes later I curled myself around her back and let my upper  hand roam over her body from her lips down to her lower lips.  She moaned a little, but pulled my hand up to one of her breasts and held it there.
     It seemed like only a few minutes, but when I awoke, sun was streaming through the windows and I was alone in bed.  But I could smell bacon cooking.  I took a quick shower, put on a kimono that Diane had obviously left for me and joined her outside on a little porch overlooking a beautiful valley.  She had heard me get up and had a hot cup of coffee waiting for me.  It was delicious and she explained the coffee was grown on 'the big island'.  The breakfast that followed
tasted very good and I realized that I had not eaten much in days.
     When we finished, Diane said that the other stewardess had left real early and we had the place to ourselves but suggested we see some of the surrounding countryside and maybe picnic on the beach.
     "And tonight, I want to take you to a special luau.  There will be quite a few tourists there and it's quite a show, but the food and the dancers are just about the best 
in the islands."
     "Sounds great to me. You lead and command, and I'll follow and obey."
     "Okay.  I am going to make one quick phone call to see if we can use a private and rather secluded beach owned my some friends of mine. It's a little hard to get to but well worth the hike. By the way, do you have some shoes that will take you over some rocks and hills?"
     I shook my head.  But she said we could stop at a sport's shop not to far away.  Together we packed some backpacks with fixings for lunch and headed up into the hills to the west. Soon we were able to look back over the east coast.  The colors were beautiful and even a brief shower was accompanied by a rainbow.  Returning to the coast, we found that no rain had fallen there and she explained this was rather typical.
     I bought a pair of lightweight hiking boots in the store she mentioned and, after driving another ten miles or so, we parked in a little lane off the road.  Diane 
took two long hiking sticks out from the back of the car and we started up a narrow path that led over a lava ridge and then dropped precipitously down along a mountain stream to a small sandy beach  that was almost white in the bright sunshine.
     I was still in the process of setting thins down under a tree when  Diane let out a whoop and ran stark naked into the blue water of the ocean.  I was a little worried about rocks, sharks and things but said the hell with it and followed her in.  The water temperature was very pleasant and waves were fun.  She was obviously quite a swimmer and I was a little 
concerned when she swam out quite a way, but she soon returned and we ran up onto the beach together.
     After spreading some large towels out in the sun, Diane got out a bottle of sun tan lotion.” Pat, lie on your stomach and let me cover you with this.  Otherwise you're going to end up with quite a sun burn."
     The oil felt cool and refreshing as she massaged it into my skin.  Then she had me roll over.  What followed started as a simple application of the oil and turned into a very sensuous series of caresses.  Some parts of my anatomy didn't seem to be in danger of too much sun and yet they received special attention.  When things began to get almost out of hand, she stopped, smiled and held out the bottle to me.
     I didn't need any more of an invitation and went to work on her.  Although she was taller and weighed more than I, she had little excess fat and her breasts were full and firm.  After getting her nipples to swell and stand up, I leaned forward and took one in my mouth, flipping it with my
tongue and feeling my own body respond with hers.
     Suddenly she rolled me off of her and asked, "Pat, please slow down for a while.  I'm not sure you know where you're going, and I'm getting as confused as you.  Let's 
have lunch."
     "You're right. Sorry.  And I do seem to have worked up an  appetite.....for food as well as what we were doing."
     We broke out the wine and sandwiches and sat side by side enjoying the view, food and companionship.  Then came a long swim and a walk exploring the limits of the beach.  Despite being nude, I didn't seem to be embarrassed.
     When we returned to where our bags were, Diane said, "Okay, Pat.  I want to lie here a while longer and don't want you bothering me.  You said you'd obey so I want you to just sit there for a moment and then do as I say."
     Was this her dominatrix side, I wondered.  She went over and picked up the two long liking poles we had carried, and laid one down behind me after she had made  a shallow groove in the sand.
     "Okay lay down with you back on that and stretch your arms out along the pole on each side."
     I did so looking up into her eyes and watching her breasts as she squatted on top of me. Using a roll of duct tape that she had taken from her knapsack, she taped my 
wrists, forearms and upper arms to the pole. The she placed the second pole behind my ankles,  made me spread my feet as far apart as possible, and proceeded to tape my ankles to that pole.
     "How do you feel now, Pat.  Helpless?"
     I wasn't about to tell her what I was feeling up inside of me so I simple said, "Well I can still sit up and bend my knees."
     "Hm," was her only response, but then she began to cover me sand.  At one point, she placed a towel behind my head to keep it elevated, but soon I had up to six inches covering my
anatomy and was surprised that it packed so tightly about me.  When she then lay on top of me, my body began to cry out for more and more.
     She kissed me long and deeply, backing off a little when I tried to  kiss her back.  The she dug down, exposed a bit of each breast and played with my nipples.
     "Sure wish I had brought some clamps for those pretty buds of yours but I left them back in New York."
     After getting me even more worked up, she said, "You're getting too hot to handle.  Time for a dip in the ocean."
     "Diane, please don't stop now," I almost pleaded, but she uncovered the rest of me, unfastened my ankles, but helped me up with the pole behind my arms.  With a  swat on my rump, she forced me into the water and then led me back to lie down on a towel.
     This time she didn't stop.  Using her hand, fingers, mouth, teeth,  tongue, knee and just about everything else she slowly took me higher and higher until I gasped, cried and came. Sometime in the minutes that followed, she untaped my arms and we lay entwined.
     Later I said, "Diane, it isn't fair that you won't let me do that to you."
     "I'll let you when the time is right.  Now let's take our things up to  that little stream. There’s a pool there and we can wash off the salt water and sand, but I warn you the water is very cold."
     Yes, it was cold but very refreshing.  We drove back to her place and started getting ready for the luau.  I wasn't sure of what to wear and asked Diane for her suggestions.
     "Well, it's very informal and we may be sitting on the ground when we  eat.  People will be dressed in everything from jeans to beautiful Hawaiian dresses.  Let's see what you have in your suitcase."
     She looked through my things and picked out a red bra and panties, and some tan shorts. Then she loaned me a colorful Hawaiian shirt.
     "Why the red bra?" I asked.
     "Well, they usually ask for volunteers to come up and do some of the hula dances.  Some keep their shirts on, others strip down to a bra and others go without anything.  The flowers in the leis cover things pretty well."
     "Are you going to volunteer?"
     "Sure.  It's lots of fun and I know some of the dances from doing them before.  And they're not difficult.  You just have to let yourself go and sway with the music and words.  I think you would enjoy it."
     "I guess I probably would.  Only you would be there to laugh if I made a fool of myself. Actually I love some forms of dancing and at one point in college got involved in learning belly dancing from a very talented Turkish teacher."
     Diane observed, "They do have some similarities but I think that the Hawaiian native dancing is more graceful.  I've called ahead and reserved places for us because they usually have a packed crowd.  I know the people that put on the dinner and show pretty well, and they are looking forward to seeing us."

                         CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

     We got there in plenty of time and mixed with the crowd.  They had big bowls of punch and Diane warned me to go easy on the one that had a rum base.  Then we gathered around as
they uncovered the large pig from its wrappings in leaves, burlap and stones where it had been cooking and steaming for hours.  Around the pig were piles of vegetables and some type of taro or other root crop.  It was a little barbaric but the meat looked delicious  when they began to slice it.
     The place was set in the foothills and was lit by a great number of torches.  Off to one side was a small stage facing a natural amphitheater in which there were logs for 
people to sit on.  The people who had gathered for the feast and the performance were a mixture of tourists from at least several countries as well as local people, and everyone seemed relaxed, especially those who had sampled the punch.
     We ate with some couple from England who were a little on the stiff side but they didn't seem upset over the fact that Diane and I were sitting close together, sharing quiet thoughts from time to time.
     Then we moved over to the amphitheater and the show began.  It was lead by a very good emcee who told a few jokes, taught us some Hawaiian words and then introduced the dancing group of men and women.  There was a pretty good range in their ages and all appeared to be native to the islands.  The girls were clad in typical, rather long grass 
skirts, with leis, wristlets and anklets of flowers as well as some headbands with and without a flower.  Most of them had long black hair that reached their waists.  The men were lithe and muscular and were wearing shorts and bands around their biceps.  All the dance group were of course barefoot.
     The band consisted mainly of drummers but there were a few instruments. 
  When the music began I suspected they were also using some recordings for some of their numbers.
     In any case, there was no question about the ability and grace of the dancers as they presented both slow and fast dances, interpreting folk tales and love  stories.  I was enthralled by the movements of the women and realized that in fact, the use of the pelvic and belly muscles was very similar to what I had learned quite a few years ago.  I also could see that the women were not wearing any bras.
     After one spectacular fire dance in which the men twirled and tossed flaming torches, their oiled or sweating skin accentuating their physiques, the emcee announced 
that we now were at that point in the program where members of the audience could come up on the  stage, learn a few
of the movements and show their stuff.
     There was a pause in which no one seemed to move and then first one and then a few others got up.  Diane looked at me and said, "Let's go".
     We were led backstage, the few male volunteers in one direction and the  rest of us in another.  There one of the lead female dancers directed us to take off our shoes, leave any hand bags (assuring us as to their safety) and then, if we wished, we could take off skirts and shirts, saying that we would be well covered.  I followed Diane's lead and soon was putting on a grass skirt that had a tight band at the top which rested low on my hips but which seemed secure.  We
were given several leis to drape down our fronts and a flower for our hair.
     Before we were led out in front of the audience, I had a chance to ask the lead dancer, "What do you and the other female dancers wear under the skirts?"
     "Nothing," she relied with a smile.  "Panties would interfere with the ability to interpret the stories and move with the music.  Take yours off.  The audience will never know or see anything."
     This I did, and saw Diane's mouth gape open.  We were led out, lined up and taught a series of movements with our hands, arms, legs and body to fit with a simple story involving the sun, moon, day, night and the growing of food.  Then the music began and we  tried to do the movements, watching several of the regular dancers in front of us.  There  was a fair amount of laughter, stumbles and lack of coordination, but the second time, I thought we performed pretty well and there was applause for our efforts.
     The emcee came up and picked six of us to go and stand on one side.  Both Diane and I were among the chosen.  He thanked the others who were given another round of clapping and went backstage to get their belongings.  "Now you six don't get to sit down  as yet.  Each of you clowns has shown just a tiny bit of ability and therefore we are going to 
give you another chance to make fools of yourselves."
     We were paired with the native dancers and told to follow their movements during the next number.  The girl I was paired with was young and stunning.  I was gazing at her breasts when she took me by the hand and positioned me beside her on the stage.  During the first time through the slow music, I was several seconds behind her in trying to follow 
her actions, but I concentrated and the second time, I felt we were essentially dancing together.
     The applause subsided and the emcee said that there would be one more presentation by the group including the six of us 'volunteers' before the finale.  The music would be faster and then the audience would decide if any of us were worthy of spending a day being made into a genuine Hawaiian dancer and performing the next night as one of the troupe.
     "That is if any of you six are still standing," he added to general laughter.
     Before I had time to digest what he had said, my partner asked me my name and said, "Pat, don't try to follow me exactly.  Let the music lead you and when the rhythm speeds up, let yourself go."
     The drums began beating and soon I was trying to at least match the pattern of my partner as we moved, first standing beside each other and then circling to where we 
were facing.  This made things easier.  But then the rhythm began to accelerate and I saw she was now moving primarily her pelvis in relation to her trunk.  Trying to mimic her grace, I found myself doing a Hawaiian dance and half was pure Turkish belly dancing.  The drumbeats were now coming
faster and faster, I knew I was sweating but I seemed to let the music and rhythm take over.  Just as I was reaching a point of collapsing, the music reached a resounding climax and stopped as I followed my partner's lead and fell on my knees with my arms stretched out on the stage in front of me.
     There was loud applause and I raised to see that my partner and I were alone in front of the audience.  The emcee came over and shook my hand.  "Whoever you are, you deserve that ovation.  Your partner will get you a robe and you can watch the finale with your friends, but I would like to talk to you back stage after the performance."
     As I walked off with Diane and the native girl, I thanked her giving me the clues to most of the movements during the dance.
     "You are very good, Pat.  I think the dance master is going to offer you an exciting day tomorrow and hope you will accept.  If so, it may be my humble pleasure to help in your
transformation."  She handed me a robe and disappeared.
     Diane was flabbergasted and pounded me on the back.  "You were  terrific, Pat. How did you do it?"
     We talked for a few minutes and then realized that the music had started.  By the time we had circled around to the back of the audience, the finale was about half over.  They were depicting some type of sacrifice and I say two of the male dancers drag a struggling, completely nude, dark skinned native girl out from a cage and bind her to a post. Kindling and larger pieces of wood were piled about her feet and then dancers approached carrying torches.  These were the only sources of light for all the other torches had been doused.
     The music reached a crescendo, there was the loud sound of thunder with crashes of lightning, the torches were thrust into the wood piles and flames seemed to engulf the bound girl as people screamed and the stage went totally dark. After a brief moment, there was loud applause and cheers.  When the lights came back on, the entire cast was lined up to take a bow, and this included the sacrificial victim who now wore a beautiful kimono.
     I certainly was impressed with the spectacle and wondered how they had made the flames so realistic.  I was still thinking about it when Diane said, "Well, are you 
going back stage?"
     I laughed and said, "At least I have to get my clothes.  What do you  think I should do?"
     "Why don't you listen to what the man has to say.  We have nothing planned so you follow your instincts and desires."
     Backstage, the emcee came up to me and shook my hand.  "I'm Sam Matsuo, the leader of this group.  At least, they call me Sam.  You did extremely well.  It is rare for any of those from the audience to stay with the music until the end.  And it would be our pleasure to introduce you to what it really is like to be a Hawaiian dance.  Here's what would be 
involved."
     He proceeded to tell us that things would begin around noon the next day.  My appearance would be changed by doing certain things all of which were reversible.  Then my body
would be gradually purified of all bad spirits, I would be fitted with a regular costume and would be given a crash course in many of the dances.  Providing he as dance master 
thought I had achieved enough in the way of knowledge and grace, I would perform with the other girls that night.  If I decided I wanted to back out at any point, I could go with 
their blessings.  He did want to warn me that they dye they used on my skin might not wash completely off since it was
designed to withstand some sweating.  Therefore, I might look like I had a nice tan for a few days.
     I looked at Diane who shrugged her shoulders and said, "Pat, it's up to you."
     "Sir, I think it sounds like a very interesting experience and challenge.  I'd like to do it, but would it be all right for Diane here to sort of accompany me if she wishes?"
     "Certainly.  I recognize her from previous visits.  She can even join in the fun if she wants."
     We shook hands and said we would be there at noon the next day.
     As soon as we got to Diane's house or cottage, I called Don in India.  Indira answered and sounded happy to hear from me but she said that it was one in the afternoon there and Don was somewhere in the city with Rahjiv.  I was disappointed but Don had left a message to tell me he loved me and things were on schedule for meeting me in Japan.
     Indira said, "Oh, by the way.  I'm wearing that chastity belt you were the first to wear. It’s sort of fun but I hope my husband gets the idea out of his system pretty soon.  I'm a little sore down there.  I'm trying to talk Don into taking it with him when he flies out to Japan."
     "No, Indira, you keep it.  Well, tell Don I love him and can't wait to see him."
     After I hung up, Diane wanted to know whether I wanted to sleep in the second bedroom but I said I preferred being with her if that was okay.  I was still confused about her refusal to let me make love to her, or rather make her climax for I was sure she cared a great deal for me and did get somewhat aroused.  But she had said she would let me know when the time was right.
     I was exhausted from the long day and, at the same time excited about the next day.  We curled up together and I was soon fast asleep.
     When I awoke it was already mid-morning.  Diane was up doing some laundry, pressing her uniform, watering the plants, etc.  "Good morning, sleepy head.  I thought you were going to sleep all day."  She came over and gave me a big hug.  "Help yourself to the fruit and things, the coffee is on the stove and I'll bring you up to date on plans."
     After I had gotten myself some breakfast, or lunch, she told me that I  had a ticket from Honolulu to Tokyo the next afternoon at 4 PM.  Apparently, Diane had called Gloria in New York and it was Gloria who had made the arrangements.  Also, Gloria had already talked to Don so he would meet that flight.
     "Sounds like things are all set, providing that I can clear customs and  get through the security check."
     "Pat, I'm going to make sure there are no foul ups.  It's going to work  out fine for my flight back to New York doesn't leave until 6 PM."
     "Wonderful.  I appreciate that.  You know I'm going to miss you, Diane."
     "Now don't go getting sentimental on me.  We have another day and a half together, and I think it's going to be unforgettable."
     We sat and chatted about a million and one things.  I was dying to ask  her about her life with Gloria and her 'occupation' as a part time dominatrix, but decided against it.  Then it was time to leave for our meeting with Sam Matsuo and my transformation into an Hawaiian dancer.
     He met us backstage and immediately realized that I was nervous, but as we chatted I began to relax.  He left us for a few minutes and returned with some cold drinks and with the girl I had danced with the night before.
     "Pat and Diane, this Haleiwa.  Most of us call her Hale.  She is going to be in charge of you and it is important that you do everything she says.  But, as I told you last night, you can quit at any time.  Diane, I see you have brought your camera.  Feel free to take as many pictures as you like, but releasing any pictures to the media or for profit is 
prohibited.  Finally, Pat, there are no papers for you to sign.  You will not be paid for your performance and come here voluntarily. Correct?"
     "Yes, sir.  Hale, I'm in your hands.  Where do we start?"
     Sam said he would join us later and left us.  Hale took my hand saying she was delighted to serve me.  In one of the nearby buildings, she told me to take off all my clothes and any jewelry, placing them in a small bag for safekeeping. Then she had me lie down on a low table.
     "Hawaiian girls have very little body hair, Pat, so I am going to shave you down there," she said bringing over a wash basin with warm water, soap and some type of razor.
     "Hale, I.......oh, what the hell.  Go ahead."
     Hale started in on me but after a few minutes, Diane said she wanted to help and finished the job, somewhat to my dismay, particularly when they did a little more poking and laughing than I expected.  Hale then put  some sweet smelling oil on the newly shaved  area.  Happily it didn't sting. In fact it felt warm and stimulating.  I didn't get a hand down quick enough to stop Diane from taking some pictures.
     Then Hale led my out behind the building where there was a large, copper bathtub like I had seen in old Western movies.  The tub was filled with a dark fluid which she said was like a strong tea and was made from the leaves and roots of certain trees.  She indicated that I was to get into the tub and lay back with my head on a small shelf, designed to 
keep the head above the surface of the bath water.  As I did this, I found that my legs went on each  side of a separate
compartment which connected to the main portion of the tub through numerous holes.
     Before I could ask questions, Hale turned up a covering for the tub, attached with a long hinge.  Now I was completely covered except for a small opening over my head.  Diane look down at me and asked, "How is it in there, Pat?"
     "Delightfully warm.  Want to join me?"  I got a no for an answer and the next moment, Hale was pouring some of the liquid over my entire face.
     "Diane, you can help by keeping her head, particularly her face, wet that way while I get some hot rocks," Hale said.
     "Where did she go, Diane?" I asked.
     "She's over where they have the big fire in the pit where they will be roasting the pig very shortly.  Now she's bringing back some stones from the pit."
     Hale appeared within my limited field of vision along with one of the  male dancers.  They were carrying several stones in a metal basket which they lowered into the separate compartment, immediately closing the lid again.  There was a loud and prolonged hiss as the tub fluid momentarily boiled.  Steam swirled around my face and Diane poured some more fluid on me.
     "Now, Pat, you cook and steam for about one and a half hours.  Remember that patience is very natural for an Hawaiian woman."
     The time seemed to pass very slowly.  Diane and Hale talked quietly, occasionally would disappear to go somewhere, and when they reappeared it was to pour more  fluid on me or reheat the tub.  At one point I tried to get an arm out to see if I was changing color, but found that this was not possible due to the tightness of the tub.  Finally, Hale removed the cover and helped me stand up.
     I looked down at my breasts and gasped.  They were a beautiful shade of brown, closely matching Hale's own skin.  I wondered whether I would ever be my own color again.
     "Stand there and let your skin dry, Pat.  And then we go to get you purified."
     "And what does that mean?" I asked.
     She explained that to be able to dance well, one couldn't have any evil spirits inside. Otherwise the Gods would be angry and refuse to communicate with the girl.
     After Diane took some more pictures, we went to an area not far from the roasting pit where I could see them placing the huge pig.  The men seemed to ignore us despite my nudity but I was still a little embarrassed until I saw several of the female dancers standing without a stitch on.  Hale, at this point, also disrobed and I followed the others as they 
each lay down on pieces of tarpaulin, tended by several older women, one of whom came over to me with a glass of warm fluid, indicating that I should drink it.  Because the others had drunk theirs, I followed the instructions.
     The I saw Sam walk up and chat briefly with Diane who much to my surprise took off her clothes and lay down not far away.  The women then poured some different fluid over our breasts and between our legs, causing me to wonder whether that was where evil spirits resided.  The woman was then laying large leaves all over me after which she wrapped the 
tarpaulin very tightly around my body, essentially making a mummy out of me.
     Then I began to feel a little dizzy and my lips and tongue didn't seem to feel the same.  I was aware that the sun was beating down on all us mummies, and that I was 
Sweating considerably.  But more evident was the fact that I was getting very aroused.  I tried moving my hand to where I could touch my sensitive spots but the wrapping was too tight.  So I just lay there and enjoyed the feelings.
     For a short time I must have slept for I was awakened by Sam.  "How do you feel, Pat?"
     "A little funny, Sir."
     "That's the potion we gave you.  Don't worry.  It will work off rapidly.  You will feel refreshed, very strong, happy and able to accomplish great things.  Now as 
you lay there I am going to put some stuff on the skin between your eyes and the tops of your ears.  It won't hurt
but as it dries, it will tighten your skin in those areas, drawing the corners of your eyes outwards, giving you an oriental appearance.  After the show, you simply have to peel 
the layer off and your eyes will be normal."
     "Thank you, Sir," I mumbled somehow knowing that the potion was making  me agreeable to anything he suggested.  The stuff he applied was sort of cold, smelled a little of acetone, and dried rapidly.  Indeed I could feel the tightness of the skin and wondered what I looked like. Then I looked up to see Diane, fully clothed, standing there taking more pictures.
     "How do you feel, Pat?  Wasn't that stuff they wrapped us in great?  My body feels wonderful."
     Sam said I might not answer just yet but soon would be able, and explained the potion which evidently Diane had not been given.  Soon the woman unwrapped me and took me over to
where Hale was waiting with some of my costume including a long grass skirt which she wrapped tightly around my lower belly.  I saw that Hale did not seem affected by the potion but this did not seem important to me and didn't ask any questions.
     Hale also had two leis and a wig with long, glossy black hair for me.  She sort of wound my own hair into it a little and used some special cement in other areas.  When she was done, she gave a few tugs on my new hair and I felt the pull on my scalp.
     "I don't think that will come loose no matter what you do, Pat, but you also will be wearing a headband.  For now, you'll just have this simple leather band.  Now, you're almost ready for some intensive training.  But I want you to eat some food first."
     I joined others at a long table and munched happily on cold cuts, fruit and bread.  By the time I was done, I felt fine.  Maybe a little better than fine.  And for the next two hours, I was led through about four hula dance numbers right on the performing stage, using recorded music. Hale was a strict teacher, constantly reminding me to keep all my movements graceful and to think of the words and story I was interpreting.
     But she was obviously pleased with my progress as was Sam who came and watched near the end of the period.
     Finally he said, "Pat, I think you will be a big hit, and you do look like any of the other performers.  Hale is going to teach you one more number which is a love story.  If you are doing well, you will dance this with one of the male dancers who will be here in a minute.  I have to go now and probably won't see you again until the performance in about two hours."
     I sort of recognized the man from his dancing the previous night and had admired not only his skill but his physique.  He was dressed only in a skimpy tight thing, 
little more than a jock strap. I thought to myself that this was going to be interesting.
     I watched Hale go through the dance with him and admired every movement she made including the last part in which her belly did some things I knew I couldn't duplicate.  But try I did and they seemed satisfied.  The hardest part was going through all the  motions, close but not touching the man's body until the last moment when we embraced.
     After he left, Hale said, "Tonight, let yourself go, just like you did yesterday.  Don't feel that you are bound by what we just did.  Now, we have time to walk and talk. 
  It's important not to sit and have your muscles tighten, and don't think about the dances.  Okay?"
     She told me about herself, her boy friend and her aspirations, and I told her about Don, saying I would be meeting him in Japan the next night.  She seemed envious 
of me.  Then she led me to a building where we donned our full costume, complete with flowers, wristlets, anklets and
very pretty leis that nestled around my bare breasts.  I had become very accustomed to the feeling of the grass on my bare rump and didn't feel at all self-conscious, just a little worried about doing a good job.  I looked at myself in a full-length mirror and couldn't believe what looked back at me.  I really did look Hawaiian, bare feet, flowers, grass skirt and long black hair.  Diane, who had been sitting outside during the rehearsal, took some additional pictures and said she would try to get backstage during the intermission.
     Then the show began.  When they lit the torches, I was on stage not far from Hale.  I knew I was a little stiff at first but then started flowing with the music and story.  The show proceeded and I did get some rest during the numbers that did not involve me.  The other girls said I was doing well and seemed to be interested in where I was from, what 
I was doing there and where I learned to dance.  During intermission, Diane did come back and was enthusiastic over how I was doing.  She also brought with her an attractive woman who was one of the other owners of the cottage and who would be there that night.  She seemed nice and I didn't have time to worry about whether she would affect my relationship with Diane.
     After the break, my dancing seemed to improve.  I was less nervous and felt that I was gliding rather than stepping, and swaying rather than bending.  It really was feeling quite natural. We finally came to the last number before the finale.  Sam came up and congratulated me on an
outstanding job.  He then asked whether I wanted to do the duet with the male dancer.  I said I would providing he thought I would do a good job.
     "There is no doubt in my mind, Pat.  Go for it."
     As the man and I walked out in the semi-darkness of the stage, he said, "You are beautiful.  Just let the music direct you and follow my lead, but don't hold back at the end."
     I couldn't understand the end of his sentence but at that point , the lights came up as more torches were lit and we were into the dance interpreting the time when we first met, did things together, fell in love, were ship wrecked and separated by a violent storm and finally found each other again on a deserted island.
     At this point we drew closer and closer together as the music began to accelerate.  I felt myself getting aroused as I gazed at his muscular sweating body and he brought his hands very close to my breasts.  I moved my pelvis closer to his as we began to gyrate faster.  Then he gradually bent backwards as if he were doing the limbo, finally resting back 
on a mat.
     I moved over him, my pelvis now keeping time with the rapid music and  felt my nipples, lips and labia swelling as I got more and more excited.  I was getting closer and closer to climaxing just from the music, the story, my emotions and this healthy, muscular Hawaiian man lying between my out stretched legs.  The image of Don beneath me brought me closer and closer, and finally when the drums became deafening, my pelvic muscles contracted in  spasms and I
came, falling forward onto him as darkness fell.
     He held me for a moment and I feet his erection pushing up at me before  I realized where I was and rolled off.  I was half in seventh heaven and half confused at what had happened.  He wanted me to stand and take a bow, but instead I remained kneeling beside him as the lights came back up and the audience roared its approval.
     I ran backstage and Hale gave me a big hug,  just holding me until I got my emotions under control.  Sam came up to me, kissed my forehead said that the entire cast wanted me to play the victim in the finale.  I looked at him a little confused and said I  didn't want to be burned at the stake.  He shook his head and said tonight's finale would be 
different.  I would appear as a sacrifice to the Gods of the Volcanoes.  Initially I would be locked in a cage but would then be taken out, dragged against my will to a sacrificial palate and then slain by a dagger through the heart. All I had to do was resist everything until the stabbing and then I 
was to lie perfectly still as if dead.  Sam, Hale and other members of the cast said it was an honor to be chosen and they wanted me to do it.
     I nodded my acquiescence and they quickly removed my flowers, leis, grass skirt and headband, leaving me only with my long hair cascading down over my bare breasts. 
  I was pushed into a bamboo cage that kept me standing upright and the door was tied shut just as the lights came up
and the music began.  Sam, as emcee, described the scene, and then let the dancers take over as the rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning became more frequent.  Then, two of the males, one of whom was the man I just had essentially made love to, came up and hauled me out of the cage. One wound a white sash tightly around my lower face, filling my mouth and 
effectively gagging me as I struggled against them.  They dragged me over to an inclined palate consisting of a framework of poles and intervening leather skin.  My wrists were quickly and tightly bound to the upper ends of the poles, and then my thrashing legs were bound to the lower ends.  I raised my head, crying into the sash, and could look out at the people packing the  tiered amphitheater.  They
seemed spell bound by the scene.  Now my struggles were limited but no less violent.
     The music was rapidly reaching a climax, the thunder was louder and I saw a man dressed as a priest raise a sharp dagger over my body.  As his hand came plunging down, there was a bright flash of lightning and a very loud crash.  The stage was plunged into darkness and I felt hands somehow fastening the hilt of a dagger between my breasts and then 
pouring some liquid on my chest.  A voice said, "Pat, lie real still."
     The lights came back up, there were a few spontaneous cries from the audience and then a tremendous and prolonged ovation, with everyone standing except for me as I lay there
motionless.  After several more curtain calls, the lights went out and I was untied and helped to my feet by Hale and the male dancer.  Looking at my chest, I saw that the liquid was some type of red paint.  No wonder people were screaming.
     I was exhausted, cold, and just wanted to get a robe on.  Back stage, Diane rushed up and gave me a warm kiss.  Sam congratulated me and said I could join his troupe anytime I wished. He then peeled off the stuff holding my eyes in an oriental configuration and said that a sauna and
hot bath would lighten my skin up considerably. Hale helped me take off the wig and watched as I dressed.  Then she hugged me tightly and said good bye with a tear in her 
eye.  She was gone before I could really thank her, but Diane said she knew Hale was aware of my feelings.
     Before we left, I did find Sam and thanked him for a wonderful and unbelievable experience.  He handed me his card and said he had written the name of his cousin who lived in
Kyoto, Japan.
     "Yoshiro Matsuo knows all my tricks and many more.  We grew up together there together but I have now lived here for many years.  If you want to be Japanese girl, just give him
a call. Sayonara and Aloha, Pat.  And be happy."
     On the way to Diane's we stopped at a small Japanese bathhouse that was still open.  I almost fell asleep several times despite Diane's scrubbing and soaping of every inch of me.  We crept quietly into her place, crawled into bed together and soon were sound  asleep.  I dreamed of drums and torches and men and women swaying in the wind.
     The next morning I awoke before Diane, showered, admired my "tan" in the mirror (but thought it was a little on the dark side) and started breakfast, making eggs and cheese on muffins when I heard her stirring.  She was just coming out of the bathroom when I carried a large tray of food in and insisted she return to be to eat with me there.  I just was 
wearing a loose robe and she had on an old T-shirt.
     We kissed and I said, "I wanted to prepare breakfast in bed for my wonderful hostess and companion."  We ate slowly chatting mainly about the previous day and evening.  She had many questions of how I felt at various times.  Among them was a query as to whether I had climaxed at the end of the duet with the Hawaiian man.
     As I set the now empty tray aside I said, "Yes.  It was amazing to me but despite not really touching him my body went out of control.  It probably will never happen that way again."
     "Pat, I have to explain something to you.  The reason I didn't want to let you really turn me on was that I can't recall ever really climaxing.  It is so frustrating, 
but I just can't seem to let myself go.  So I don't like trying and being disappointed."
     "You don't even come when you are with Gloria?"
     "No.  She does, and I occasionally let her think I do, but that's  almost like lying to her."
     "Diane, I think if I got you to really come, you'd relax and let it happen with her.  You're just uptight about it.  How about letting me try?"
     "Right now?"
     "Right now, before you have a chance to start worrying."
     "Well, I am already worrying a little, but okay.  What do you want me to do?"
     "Just lie back and close your eyes while I get something.  And trust me."  It took me a few minutes to find all that I was looking for, and when I returned I sat on the 
right side of the bed and gave her a quick kiss, warning her to not open her eyes.
     I then took a roll of duct tape and wrapped several turns around her right wrist after which I bound the wrist to right portion of the headboard using the tape.  This was repeated with her other wrist and I saw her looking at me and at her wrists.
     "What are you doing to me, Pat?"
     "I'm taking control.  As of now, you no longer have a say in this, but be assured, I'm not going to hurt you....and the tape will not leave marks."  I then wrapped tape around her ankles but this time used robe to loosely fasten them to the sides of the bed.  Now she could not bring her ankles together but she could move them up and down a fair amount.
     Then I got on the bed and straddled her waist.  Starting with her ears, mouth and neck, I began kissing and gently nibbling, working my way down to her chest which was still covered by the T-shirt.  Careful cutting with a pair of scissors got rid of that and to emphasize the point, I cut
the shirt into three-inch strips.  I moved my rump down to where I was sitting on the junction of her thighs and pelvis, and went to work on her nipples, licking and teasing them, pleased as they responded.
     "Are they sensitive, Diane?"
     "A little especially when you do that."
     I slowly applied spring clothes clips to each of them as she struggled a little and sort of bit her tongue.
     "Ow.  That hurts a little.  Please take them off."
     I played with them for a few minutes and then removed the clips, allowing the blood to return.  When I again kissed and licked the nipples they were quite engorged and she moaned and said something like 'Oh, yes'.  Spotting a little strawberry jelly left on the breakfast tray, I smeared her breasts and then licked them clean, feeling her knees trying to rise beneath me.  Then I slowly continued down her body, caressing and kissing various points until I started down over her pubis.  At that point I stopped.
     She immediately raised her head, looked at me and said, "Oh, why did you stop.  I was just......"
     "Diane," I interrupted, "I didn't tell you to open your eyes.  Can't you take orders?"
     "Well, I sort of wanted to see...."
     Her words ceased as I used the strips of her T-shirt to blindfold her securely, using duct tape on top of the cloth to make sure she couldn't see.  Then I poured some of her body lotion in a slow steam from her neck to her lower thighs, and kneeling between her knees proceeded to slowly massage the oil into her skin, making sure that her nipples remained erect.  After caressing the inside of her thighs I worked closer and closer to her labia at which  point she involuntarily flexed her hips and knees.  I spread her folds exposing her little clitoris  and gently licked it.
     By now she was moving her pelvis up and down, moaning softly and straining a little at her bondage.  Using one finger I went a short distance into her, finding the 
passageway wet and inviting.  She tried pushing herself onto my finger but I moved back and could see her shaking her
head from side to side, moaning a little louder.  Then I stimulated her more  using my tongue, occasionally biting her gently as I used my hands to squeeze her breasts.
     When I heard her first "please" I stopped completely, moved off the bed and picked up the strap on dildo that she had used on me, and which I had found in her dresser. 
  When I got back on the bed, I was careful to avoid letting it touch her until I was ready.  I  more or less started at the top again, finding her mouth open and eager for kisses.  And she almost  writhed as I licked the inner aspect of her thighs and explored her outer vagina with my fingers.  She was now holding her legs high in the air.
     Grasping her hips, I lifted her a little and began inserting and withdrawing the dildo. Although she paused momentarily when it first touched her, she was now saying 'please' repeatedly.
     I guess I should have anticipated what effect this would all have on me, but at that point I became acutely aware of the fact that I was now in an advanced state of arousal and occasionally was feeling my own breasts and mouth with one hand as I plunged deeper and more rapidly into her.  Her hands were opening and closing, and it felt like I was riding a bucking horse.  Her thrashing reached a crescendo and she then let out a loud wail of delight as I felt my own muscles
contract repeatedly.  I fell forward onto her, kissed her and watched a few tears roll down her cheeks.
     A few minutes later, still lying close to her, I removed the blindfold and cut the tape going around the head posts. She rolled towards me, hugged me close and said a quiet, "Thank you."
     There was no question in either of our minds about her climaxing and I assured her that she had a very responsive body, wonderful emotions and could look forward to many more
moments of passion.  We talked about why she had come with me and I made a point of saying that I didn't think the bondage was an important factor.  But she made me  admit that with me, it probably was.

                         CHAPTER NINETEEN

     We showered together and then took the car to the beach for a swim, lay in the sun, ate a fish salad at a little restaurant looking out at the ocean and then returned 
to her place to pack, shower again and dress.  Realizing that we still had some time to spare, we  took a slow walk
together and I said, "Diane, you are pretty wonderful and I'll never forget what you have done for me and what we have experienced together.  Thanks a million."
     "I think I owe you much more.  For everything.  And I hope the pictures  turn out real well.  There are many more things I would like to say to you, Pat, but am having a hard time saying them and keeping my emotions until control.  I do have to ask whether you enjoy making love to Don more than to me?"
     I laughed and said, "Well, the two of you are quite different.  But Don  would win out for I love his strength and what he does to me.  But I have to admit that I can 
get carried away with you as well.  And I am not about to try to sort those feelings out."
     "Thanks for being honest with me.  And I am looking forward to being with Gloria again real soon.  Now I want to say something else, Pat.  I want you to find a time during the coming months before you get married to be my guest at my little establishment in  New York.  I think a little training from me would be very good for you.  It might even teach you 
how to behave in the presence of a superior woman," she concluded smiling broadly at me.
     "Hah!  I think I would have a hard time keeping a straight face.  Superior?  It might be a hilarious experience and certainly would be interesting."
     "Good.  Now before I get teary, let's load the car and get to the airport."
     On the way, we were both rather quiet.  After turning in the rental car, we checked flight times, picked up my ticket and she accompanied through the checkpoint and then we sat down together.  Her hand found mine and squeezed it.  When they started boarding my flight to Japan, we stood up and held each other.  Both of us had moist eyes.
     "Thanks, Diane."
     "Thank you.....and see you in New York."

                          CHAPTER TWENTY

     The flight to Tokyo was smooth and passed rather quickly for I kept thinking of the trip from New York to Hawaii with Diane, especially the part when I tried on a strait jacket and she made love to me at 42,000 feet.  As we got nearer to Japan, my thoughts turned to Don and I got a little excited just thinking about him.
     After landing, I happily cleared customs with no difficulty and Don was waiting with open arms into which I leaped.  I hung around his neck with my arms and let my 
legs and thighs encircle his pelvis.  I think he and some of the other travelers were a little embarrassed but I could
tell from his bulging zipper that he was experiencing some other emotions as well.
     We piled my few bags into his rental car and we headed into the city, with me sitting as close to him as I could get and with one hand playing with the inside of his thigh.
     "I was going to show you a little of the city but think I would rather get you settled in the hotel suite we have," he said.
     "Sounds good to me providing 'settled' means what I want it to mean, and can you drive a little faster."
     The suite was beautiful but I didn't take much time looking out the windows before I had kicked off my shoes and was unbuttoning his shirt.  But then I stepped back and said, "This is for abandoning me at Kennedy airport," and took a big swing at him.
     He rather easily caught my wrist and twisted both arms up behind my back.  Holding them there with one hand as I struggled....not very hard.....he undressed me with the other, pushed his pants down......and, well, we never made it to the bed until we were both sweaty, exhausted and
very happy on the floor.
     His last words that night were, "We'll talk in the morning Mrs. Grafton and I love you."
     To which I mumbled, "We're not married yet but I feel as though I am, and I love you, Mr. Grafton."
     The next morning, we both awakened early, having a hard time adjusting to the time changes.  He started to get out of bed but I grabbed him by his hair and hauled him back down
beside me.  After doing a few things to a certain part of his anatomy, he rolled on top of me and progressively drove me wild.
     Afterwards I said, "Okay, Don, now you can get me coffee."
     "Pat, it is obvious that you have a few things to learn.  But this time I will obey your command."
     "Good."  This earned me a hard slap on my behind.
     A little while later, eating breakfast together on a little balcony overlooking the city, Don said to me, "First of all, I like your tan or whatever you want to call it.  
Diane called Gloria who relayed the information to me after you had boarded the flight here about how you were transformed into an Hawaiian dancer and won all the prizes.  Now would you please, start at the moment I left you in New York and tell me all that happened?"
     I really did my best but somehow left out some of my feelings and emotional highs, particularly as they related to the dancing and the intimate time with Diane.  Don had a number of questions about my brief imprisonment and, I think, realized that I considered Diane someone special.
     Suddenly he surprised me with the question, "Did you make love with Diane?"
     I paused before answering and then said, "Well, at one time or another, we both had orgasms, but I'm not sure you'd call it love. At least it was no where near the level of my love for you, Don."
     "Thanks for being honest with me.  So you are not inclined to declare yourself a lesbian, but have acknowledged a few bisexual feelings.  Pat, I don't love you any less for that even though I myself have no desire to explore a relationship with another man. I guess I have a great many more questions but I'm going to ask only one more now.  You said that the man who ran the hula dance show was a Sam Matsuo.  The name sounds Japanese.  Do you know anything
more about him?"
     "Not really.  Oh, I do know that he has a cousin in Kyoto.  In fact I have his address somewhere.  Why do you ask?"
     "I'll explain later.  Right now, I would like you to come over and sit on my lap so I can tell you how much I've missed you and how much I love you."
     It took me only seconds to comply.  I then had him tell me about his travels, his time in Amsterdam and with Rahjiv and Indira in India.
     "You didn't say anything about the women you met or were with."
     He began saying all sorts of things which I recognized as being  fanciful. I made him stop and later realized I never did get a straight answer. He did say that Rahjiv 
and his wife were sorry you were not there to enliven the party and they hoped that we would stop there on our way
home to the United States.
     Our conversation worked itself around to plans for the day.  "Well," he  said, "How about seeing a little of the place, doing some shopping and dining tonight in a top notch, real Japanese restaurant.
     "Sounds great. Let's go."  Actually it sounded a little boring after what I had been through in the past week, but at least I would be with Don.
     It turned out to be fun and interesting.  I was impressed with the millions of Japanese going in all sorts of directions, the quiet beauty of some to the little shrines, the feel of simple silk sheathes and dresses on my body (I bought several) and the kimonos, but the highlight of the day, other than how it started, was the dinner for which I dressed in Western clothes.
     We went to a very small restaurant that had only private rooms.  I was surprised with Don's ability to converse almost fluently in Japanese and we were soon escorted into a beautifully decorated room with a low table, cushions on the floor, soft music, etc.  We left our shoes outside and then met the woman who was to wait on us.  I say woman but it was hard to tell her age and I never did find out whether she was a true Geisha.  But she had the white face, the bundled hair,
the robes and all the other fixings.  Her voice was singsong and somewhat high pitched, but most impressive was the way she anticipated our every need, her subservience, particularly to Don, and the beauty of her movements.  The food was delicious but Don had to explain some of the things
that I was eating.  Also, I may have downed a little more of the sake than I should have, for my the end of the long meal, I was feeling very warm and a little dizzy.  In  fact, I don't remember the trip back to the hotel or how I got to bed.
     The next morning I asked Don if I had made a fool of myself and if we had made love.
     "No, you only needed a little help getting here and undressing; no, we didn't make love, and so, I had to go out on the town and find a little excitement."
     I looked sternly at him and he broke out laughing.
     We decided to go for a run in a nearby park, returned for a shower and a little lunch, and then headed for one of the rural areas out side the big city to do a little sightseeing.  Don also wanted me to try one of the baths or onsen that had not been "civilized" by  the western world.
     "Is it one of those places where pretty young Japanese women do things like walk on you?" I asked.
     "Not really but I'll see what I can arrange."
     At the time I thought he was kidding.  The countryside was indeed beautiful and it was obvious that most of the people were tidy and proud of their land.  Finally we came to a little village where I could decipher not a single sign but Don seemed to find what he was looking for. I wondered whether he had ever been there in the past.
     He explained, "Now when we go in this onsen or sento, I will pay for the soap, towels and the bath.  Go with the attendant.  She will show you where to undress, and leave your things. Then wash yourself, head to toe, using a bucket and the soap.  Then cover yourself as best you can and join the others and me in the bath.  The towel will be small but 
don't be embarrassed. The other women will have the same sized towels.
     And that's exactly what happened.  The women, or girls, who greeted us bowed politely to Don and took his money.  One of them led me into a room, pointed to a mat for my clothes and watched as I stripped.  She then handed me a bar of crude soap and a towel that was only slightly bigger than a washcloth. In an adjacent room she filled a wooden bucket with hot water, gave me a brush and left me.  Initially I checked the only other door from the room and saw the large bath
area.  Closing the door I started on the scrubbing, finding the brush to be far from soft, but scrub I did, rinsing off under a stream of hot water from a showerhead.
     Obviously, the small towel was not going to cover very much so I held  it in front of my pubis, opened the door and entered the bath area, trying not to look to see if the men were watching me.
     I heard Don's voice say, "I'm over here.  Come on in, the water's fine."
     I located him and stepped down into the rather deep bath, leaving the little towel on the deck and finding the water hotter than I expected.  Don grasped my hand and 
indicated that I was to sit next to him.  For the next hour, we sat side by side, discussing things in a matter of fact sort of way with me trying to ignore my nudity and that of the men....and women.....around me.  More people came and some left as I began to feel that I was slowly being boiled. 
  Don didn't know the exact temperature of the water and perhaps this was a good thing.
     Finally he said, "If you've had enough, let's get out.  At your request I have located a young woman to take care of me while you can watch or participate as you wish."
     "What did you say?  I didn't request any woman."
     "Well, you wanted to see how women serve their men and here's your opportunity."  With that he led me up the steps as I grabbed my so-called towel and tried to ignore the looks of both the men and women as I emerged.  Outside the bath enclosure, we were met by what I considered a beautiful, very young Japanese woman, dressed in a short, wrap-a round  green uniform.  Her black hair was pinned up, her feet bare and her first move was a low bow to Don.  She indicated that we were to follow her and she led us down a long hallway to a rather 
small room with a mat on the floor, some indirect lighting and a couple of wall cabinets.  Some soft Japanese music came
from hidden speakers
     Don immediately went and lay down on his stomach while she pointed and indicated that I was to sit or kneel to one side of his feet.  From a cabinet she took two bottles of lotion of some nature and proceeded to pour small quantities on his back.  Then she took off her dress revealing that she wore nothing underneath.  I was very tempted to object at that point but was also intrigued with the question of what she was going to do.
     She squatted down, straddling Don's good looking butt and started to massage the skin and muscles of his back, rubbing the oily stuff into him in long, strong strokes that extended up onto his neck and down to his tail bone.  Then she switched to gentle pounding using the edges of her hands, slowly increasing the force of her blows, intermingled with deep  massaging.  Switching her position a little, she raised her feet off the mat and was now kneeling entirely on Don, finally standing up and walking carefully and slowly up his back as he moaned a little.
     At his head, she indicated that he was to roll over on his back which  he did, smiling at both of us.  She grasped his arms and moved them aside his head, after which she slowly sank down sitting high on his chest.  I knew that Don was now looking at her behind and back, but my gaze was on his growing erection.
     The woman looked at me and beckoned me over to sit on Don's knees.  She poured some of the fluid from the bottles into my hands and together we started in on his belly, thighs and the things in between.  Before I could stop her, she bent forward and took Don's prized possession in her mouth, sucked and backed off, indicating that I should do the same, something with which I had very little experience....and no training.  But I certainly didn't want  the woman to continue so down I went and spent the next few minutes trying to see what produced the biggest reaction.
     At one point I looked up to see that the woman had pushed back and raised herself so that Don was eagerly trying to lick or kiss her very private parts.  But I quickly took his attention away from her at my end and, as he ejaculated, I finished him off and looked with a smile of triumph at the woman who smiled back at me and nodded.  She handed us both 
towels, bowed deeply to Don and left us.
     "See, Pat, that's how a man should be treated.  Let's shower and get something to eat."
     "Don, you deserve the best, but I'm not sure you want me to bow to you."
     "Maybe not, but it sure is nice to be respected and have someone who doesn't run off and get herself into all sorts of situations.  But I still love you."
     Not too far away from the onsen, we found a small restaurant in which we were the only Caucasian patrons.  We were warmly welcomed and seated.  Don could not read the Japanese menu but was able to converse with the waiter who apparently said that the food was similar to Szechwan cooking in China.  Don ordered the fish which turned out to be delicious and much more spicy than I expected.  This time I took it easy on the sake and saw that Don also was more
careful than the night before.  I wondered whether he in fact had gone out on the town after putting me to bed.
     It was rather late when we got back to Tokyo but we decided to stop at a small night club which featured some magic acts, Inside we found seats at a bar from which the stage could be seen and Don ordered some Sapporo beer for both of us.  Despite not being much of a beer drinker, I found it to be light and rather tasty.
     There were some juggling and acrobatic presentations and then some things with levitation and rings on the stage as I struggled to stay awake.  But then came an act in which a man dressed in black T-shirt and trousers appeared with a pretty, scantily clad woman.  On a stand was a wooden box with iron hinges and clasps.  He demonstrated the fact that the box was empty, turned it around several times and crawled beneath it proving that we could see through the space below the stand.
     Then he proceeded to bind the woman very tightly using multiple pieces of rope until she was in a small ball, completely unable to move.  As I projected myself into 
her position, I became flushed and very aroused, wondering what the woman was feeling.  I could almost feel the ropes
myself.
     He picked her up in his arms and gently placed her inside the box after which he closed the top and padlocked in shut with two witnesses standing close by.  Rope slings 
were passed around the box and attached to a hook suspended by rope from an overhead hoist.  Gradually the box was lifted until it was about eight feet in the air.  Suddenly the box came crashing down onto the stage and broke entirely open, the sides falling apart and revealing that the woman was no longer there. I gasped and then joined the others in applauded the act.  To this day, I don't know where
she went or how she got out.
     Don said to me, "Let's go home.  You're sweating and almost trembling.  Do you feel okay?"
     "Yes, I'm really fine but I keep thinking of that girl."
     "Because you don't know what happened to her or because she was tied up?"
     "I guess a little of both," but knew that it was mainly the bondage.
     Back at the hotel we crawled into bed together and I curled up in his arms, my back against his front but asked, "Do you want another massage like you got earlier?"
     "No, maybe tomorrow.  For now, I want you just to lie there as you are, and don't want you to participate.  Okay?"
     "Yes, Sir."
     "You're learning."  He proceeded to start with my breasts and nipples.  Then with one hand keeping them happy, the other went down to explore my lower anatomy, teasing me until I moved onto my back and pulled him on top of me.  It surprised me how easily he entered me and I guessed that we were really getting to know each other in a very nice way.