STRANGE MEDIEVAL AND OTHER BONDAGE ADVENTURES

                              BY ROD

                             PART ONE

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

                           CHAPTER ONE

     I happened on the little museum solely be chance.  After finishing nursing school in California, I had delayed taking a job because of my father's death, my mother having died some years ago from breast cancer.  Now I was all alone and relatively wealthy because of my inheritance, and had decide to spend a little time in New York City, seeing the sites.  My friends in nursing had warned me that the city was no place for a 25 year old, single white woman.
     "Sure the city has more art, music, theaters and restaurants, but it also has a lot of crime and kinky stuff," one close friend said.
     But in a way it was because of all these things, with the exception of crime, that had
intrigued me and I had looked forward to exploring the city.  After arriving and finding a small apartment in the Village, I had purchased some rather mod clothes including tight leather pants and a leather jacket.  I also found a store that sold latex clothing but so far had not purchased
anything.  The one time I was there and tried on a few things, I got so hot and bothered that I had to leave before my feelings became obvious to the sales woman.  She had 
smiled knowingly as I left.  I guess she knew I would return sometime.
     Anyway, while walking down one of the off-Broadway streets late one  afternoon, I saw a discreet sign that advertised "Historical Artifacts from the Medieval Period".  The small museum was located in the basement of a large office building that housed multiple  financial companies,
and as such seemed a little out of place.
     My inquisitive and imaginative mind sort of impelled me to take the  elevator down and see what the place was all about.  When I saw a small sign on the door that read  "Open primarily by appointment, I hesitated but the door was open so I entered.  There was a  rather attractive woman about 40 years old sitting at a desk just inside..  She was dressed in 
a dark purple, long dress with a high white collar in keeping with the period.
     "Good afternoon.  Welcome to our little museum and yes, we are open.  The entrance fee is $12 and I should warn you that we are closing in less than an hour, but if you care to come in I will also give you a return pass for no extra charge.  That way you can come  back later if you don't get to see all the artifacts."
     I decided to see what the place had to offer and paid the fee which  seemed a little high, but perhaps it was designed to limit the curious.  There were a series of 
connecting rooms with a beautiful display of costumes, clothing, books, kitchen implements,  paintings, doctor's
instruments, religious icons, etc.  In one area I met a uniformed guard who pleasantly asked if he could help me, an offer I declined saying that I was enjoying taking my time 
and simply meandering. It seemed like I was the only spectator.
     Then I came into a large room which caused me to take a deep breath.  It was designed to depict instruments of torture and imprisonment used during the inquisition and perhaps up until the late 1700's.  In glass cases there were iron manacles and collars, whips and chains.  I recognized a "rack" consisting of a long table with devices at each end to 
put tension on chains running to cuffs.  There were several pillories, stocks, cages, and bilboes as well as huge axes
Presumably designed to decapitate people.  There was even a guillotine which looked hideous.
     I found myself getting a little nervous, excited, and dry mouthed.  At the end of the room stood a large iron contraption that was in the form of a full sized woman.  
Momentarily I couldn't think what it was called and then I realized I was looking at an "Iron Maiden".  Unfortunately I
Couldn’t really see into it for it was closed.
     Then there was a large wooden chair which really intrigued me.  The seat was made up of triangular wooden protrusions, each about two inches square, and similar but 
smaller protrusions covered the arms of the chair.  These arms ended in thick leather cuffs that could be placed over
the wrists.  Also there were crosspieces that would be used to force the neck, chest and waist of a person against the high back of the chair.  Finally the board on which the feet would rest had more of the wooden points and cuffs.
     Suddenly I was startled by the voice of a man standing close behind me. 
  "Rather gruesome, isn't it?"
     I jumped and turned to see a rather attractive man about 10 or 15 years older than I.  He was dressed in dark slacks and a blue shirt, open at the collar.
     "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.  I thought you heard me come up behind you," he said.  "I'm Don Grafton, the owner of this little show place.  We are about to close for the afternoon and I am sorry to cut off your visit."
     "No, the woman at the desk told me it was late and gave me a return pass which I am sure I will use.  You really have an exciting collection of artifacts.  Are they real? Oh, and I'm Pat Anderson."
     "Nice to meet you, Pat.  Yes, many of the things are genuine and the others have been made to specifications or from pictures and drawings.  This room is my creation and hobby.  What do you think?"
     "You mean, you yourself made some of these things?  Wow, I'm impressed. 
  And to think these devices were actually once used on people.  I wonder how they felt.  Do you think they
were terrified?"
     He smiled and said, "Well I am sure most were very scared.  Looking at some of these things now however can set off one's imagination in various ways."
     "That's what I was thinking, Mr. Grafton."
     "Please call me Don, Pat.  Anything in particular intrigue you?"
     "I guess everything," I replied.  "For instance, that chair.  Those points in the seat look rather blunt.  It's hard to tell how uncomfortable they would really be. Maybe they were originally sharp."
     "No, that's the way they really were.  At first a person would probably tolerate them quite well, but with time they might feel more painful.  I tried the chair myself and didn't mind it but I wasn't locked in and didn't stay long.  Are you interested in trying it?"
     "You're kidding me, aren't you Don?"
     "No, I'm just trying to see how intrigued you really are and how much nerve you've got. Why don't you stand there and think about it while I send the guard and the receptionist home, and close up the front door.  But seriously, if you want to leave now, you can do so and come back at another time."
     "Maybe I had better leave and that way I can think about it."
     "Fine, let's go.  He accompanied me to the entrance, said good-bye to the woman and the guard and went up the elevator with me.  I was surprised that I was not uncomfortable with him and realized that some of this was because he really was an attractive, honest appearing man.
     When we reached the front door of the building I could see that it was pouring rain.
     "Damn," I said.  "And me with no umbrella."
     "It's probably just a short down pour.  Why don't we run into the small restaurant that's next to the back entrance to this building?  We can have a cup of coffee and wait until the rain stops."
     "Sounds wonderful to me," I replied and followed him.  Despite the fact that the restaurant was not far, the run from one door to the next was enough to get us both rather wet. So when we got inside I excused myself and went to the woman's bathroom.  I had to laugh when
I looked in the mirror.  My hair was plastered to my head and my blouse clung to my chest showing off the contours of my breasts.  Even my nipples were obvious.  I dried myself off as much as possible and found a hair dryer to use on my blouse as well as my hair.  A little lipstick and I felt I was about as presentable as I was going to get.
     I found Don sitting in a small booth in the rear of the cozy dining area.  Two mugs of coffee were already there.  "Service must be good," I said as I sat down opposite him.
     "Should be.  I sort of own the place."
     "Don, is that for real?  First the museum and now the restaurant.  Next you will be telling me that you own the whole building."
     "As a matter of fact I do.  Basically I am a businessman and investor. 
  I come from a wealthy family and have been very lucky.  Now I can indulge my hobbies and enjoy life, even though it can be lonely."
     "You mean you don't have anyone to share it with?" I asked.
     "Not really.  There is my sister.  She has her own place and is married.  I came close at one point, but I guess I was just too busy and had to travel too much.  So my fiancée got tired of waiting and left me for a sure winner, actually a very nice guy.  I still travel some, partly for pleasure. How about you?"
     I explained what I was doing in New York as well as my background.  The conversation flowed back and forth very easily and I found myself enjoying his company.  With the rain still coming down hard on the restaurant windows, I readily accepted his invitation to order dinner right there.  Soon I was sipping a very good wine and sharing a large salad 
with him.  He suggested a blackened fish entree which turned out to be delicious.
     I was surprised when I suddenly realized that a couple of hours had passed yet I was reluctant to have the evening end.
     "Don, I still am curious.  You said you made some of those things in the museum.  Do you do this right there in the museum?" I asked.
     "Many of the things you saw such as the costumes, kitchen implements and books were collected by my sister who shares my interests.  The torture devices, cuffs and things I found in Europe and New England, or I made in my blacksmith shop at my home up the Hudson River.  I live there more or less by myself, but also have a small apartment on the top floor of this building. I guess that is a long answer to your question.  Actually, the collection I have at home is a little more extensive than that you saw.  And I do make some things on order for other interested collectors.  I'm thinking about extending the market somewhat but I really 
don't want my hobby to become a full time business."
     "Well, I am intrigued by what I saw and would very much like to spend more time seeing the things.  Do I have to make an appointment like it said on the entrance door?"
      "Pat, I would love to have you come back anytime we can coordinate our schedules.  I'm going to be here in the city for the next two days.  If you are free, why don't you come back tomorrow afternoon about three.  Wear some comfortable slacks and I'll let you try that chair that got your feelings going.  The artifacts that are in the glass cabinets I don't like to take out because I have a hard time getting them back in position but you can try a few of them if you wish. Afterwards, I'd enjoy taking you to a little Italian restaurant down in the Village."
     "I think I would love that.  The Village is where I live.  Was my reaction to the chair sort of obvious?"
     He laughed and simply nodded.  "Do you want more wine?  If not, I'll be glad to drive you home.  My car is right here in the garage, it's still raining, and I don't like you using the subway even though it probably is safe."
     "I think I should get home, especially if I am going to have an interesting day tomorrow. So I accept."
     His car turned out to be a late model, dark green Mercedes that he drove rather expertly and all too soon we arrived at my walk up flat.  I felt a little like a teenager when I considered asking him if he would like to see my place, but he simply accompanied me to the outside door and said, "Pat, I have enjoyed being with you very much and am looking forward to tomorrow. Do you want me to send a car or taxi for you?"
     "No, thanks for the offer but I can easily get there.  And thanks again for dinner.  You'd better get going before we both are soaked."
     When he got into his car he waved and drove off, leaving me feeling sorry to see him go. After getting to bed, it was some time before I was asleep.  I kept thinking of all I had seen and wondering what I would feel like, locked in irons or standing with my neck and wrists in one of the pillories.

                           CHAPTER TWO

     I spent part of the next morning looking up things in the large public library and became progressively more fascinated with the rather long period in history that 
included the inquisition and witchcraft.  Back in my apartment, I found that I was too excited to eat much lunch and then took a long shower and washed my fairly long hair.  I had decided to wear some dark gray, wool slacks, a tight sleeveless pink sweater and my leather jacket.  The weather 
was on the cool side and the museum had not been very warm.
     The taxi ride uptown didn't take as long as I had anticipated, so I walked around the block and tried to get my nerves settled down before taking the elevator down to the museum level. The entrance door was closed and locked, but there were lights on inside.  I knocked and when nothing happened, knocked louder, beginning to be disappointed.  Then Don came walking rapidly and let me in.
     "Sorry, I was on the phone in the office.  Come in.  Can I get you something to drink, or are you anxious to get started?"
     "Maybe we should see if I have lost my nerve, Don.  I do want to try some of the things but please don't laugh at me.  And are you sure you have the time to show me around?"
     "Pat, I've been thinking about you ever since last evening.  By the way, you look very nice and I like that leather jacket.  I hope you don't mind that we are alone 
here.  If you are, I can have the receptionist you saw yesterday come down from her job upstairs."
     "No, I'm comfortable being with you and somehow would be a little embarrassed with others present, I think."
     "Just one thing I want you to know, Pat.  These things are not toys.  They are real and some can be very uncomfortable.  You can stop whatever is happening at any 
time you wish simply by saying 'help' or moving a hand, head or leg back and forth rapidly.  Understand?"
     I nodded my reply.  By the time we reached the room with all the devices and things, I realized my pulse rate was up, my nipples were hard and I was aware of several urges.
     "Where would you like to start, Pat?"
     "Well, I guess I would like to try the chair, if that's all right with you."
     "Fine, I'll put you in it and you can see how long it takes before you are begging for mercy.  We'll see what you are made of."
     As he started to open up the cuffs and crosspieces, I was making up my mind to prove that I could take a great deal.  He helped me off with my jacket and I saw his eyes scan my chest. I didn't have the biggest breasts in the world but they were full and I knew from his expression that he approved.
     "When you sit down, go slowly and keep your weight on your feet between the foot rests. It also helps to support some of your weight by holding on the ends of the armrests.  Oh, and sit well back so all your buttocks and thighs are resting on the seat to spread out your weight."
     As I gradually lowered myself into the chair I said, "I guess if this were in olden times you'd simply push me down and fasten me in."  Surprisingly, the wooden protrusions didn't really feel too bad.
     "Are you doing okay?" Don asked.
     "Yes, this is sort of fun."  I now had my forearms resting on the chair arms and he was fastening the leather cuffs snugly around my wrists.  Then he took off my shoes and placed my bare feet on the rests, binding them there with the ankle cuffs.
     The first crossbar was the one shaped to go around the front of my neck and was attached to the chair back with large iron screws that he turned until there was pressure on my neck pushing my head back against the pointed knobs of the back rest.  The next piece went across in front of my waist and the final one went just under my breasts and pushed them upwards accentuating their curves.  As he was screwing these crosspieces into position, I happened to look at the front of his pants and smiled to myself when I saw that he had quite 
an erection.  Seeing this got my juices flowing and perhaps this helped me ignore that the chair was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable.
     With more bravado than I felt, I said, "I hope I don't fall asleep."
     "In that case, I think I will just go out to the office for a minute and get check on things.
Don't go away."
     "Er, Don, don't be gone long."  I really thought he was joking but he in fact walked out through the door located behind me.  At least I couldn't hear him any longer.  I sat there moving slightly in an effort to relieve the pressure from the things boring into my rump and thighs.  Then I
found myself trying to lift myself up a little with my forearms and feet, but they also were getting very uncomfortable.
     It was hard to tell how long it was before he returned but by then I was sweating and really hurting.
     "Are you okay, Pat?  And do you mind if I take your picture?"
     "No be my guest, as if I could stop you if I wanted, but I'm not sure I can manage much of a smile."
     He took several pictures and then approached me.  "I think you have had enough of that chair."  I didn't object as he was releasing me.
     I stood up carefully and smoothed my slacks down over my sore rump as I said, "That wasn't too bad.  I think I could have stood it for a few hours."
     A little sarcastically he said, "Sure you could, a brave girl like you. 
  Now I want you to try this iron device for size."  What he held in his hand was a 2 " foot long, black iron rod with a
hinged cuff at each end and a larger cuff welded to the middle.  It obviously was designed for the wrists and neck, and I meekly submitted to his fastening the thing on me, 
realizing that now I could do nothing with my hands.
     Clipping a chain to a ring on the front of the collar, he led me over to stand in front of a light colored screen, saying, "I want some more pictures of you and that makes a good backdrop."  Before taking the pictures, he pulled down on the bottom of my sweater which had risen a little, showing my bare midriff.  After snapping a few shots, he came close and said, "You really are very attractive and enticing locked into that thing.
     Before I knew what was happening, he pulled on the chain and brought my face very close to his.  I eagerly met his slightly open mouth with mine, and seconds later our bodies were pressed together and a hand was gently following a path from my waist up over one breast, playing with the nipple as the kiss became more ardent.
     Then he stepped back.  "Sorry, Pat.  I guess I couldn't resist."
     "Wow," was all I could say at the moment, fighting to keep from moving forward again.
     "Guess I'll have to do something about that pretty mouth of yours  before I get carried away.  Even heard of a brank?" he asked.  From a nearby cabinet, he took a cage-like device
designed to enclose the head, with a piece shaped like a pear that would be forced into the mouth. He opened the cage and placed it around my head, closing the front and back portions slowly, allowing me to take the pear into my mouth before locking the device in place.
     As I mumbled a few unintelligible words he said, "There, that will take care of you for a while.  I just wish I had a nice cell to keep you in for a few years.  I've got to get some more film so why don't you just wander around and see the sights."
     And this is just what I did.  There was really no place to comfortable sit down except for the chair I had been in, and I didn't at that point want to lie down on "The Rack" although that looked exciting.
     When he returned he took a few more pictures and then released me from  the brank and the bar.  Also, he handed me my shoes.
     "Guess my tour is over.  Just when I was getting really into it, Don, you make like it's time to go," I complained.
     "Pat, two things.  First, I did make an early dinner reservation, and second I was almost out of control a few minutes ago.  We can talk about things over wine and a good Italian meal."
     With mixed feelings I put on my jacket, used the restroom and we left.
     By the second glass of wine, I was finally fairly relaxed and like the night before, our conversation was free and not forced.
     "Don, I really enjoyed the afternoon and hope we can do it again sometime soon.  You are considerate, and I feel very safe with you.  I just can't figure out why I get so excited about those things you have and am looking forward to seeing the pictures."
     "Well, I get excited seeing you excited, helplessly struggling in them," he replied.
     "I wasn't struggling, was I?"
     "Yes, you were.  Now I have something to propose that I want you to think about.  You remember that I mentioned wanting to extend the market for these things a little.  For this, I need some pictures to make up a brochure or catalog and have been looking for a model.  You are ideal for this.  You have a wonderful figure, a beautiful face and actually 
seem to be interested in the artifacts.  I don't want an answer right this minute.  Also, you need to know that I would want to do the photography at my home where we would have more undisturbed time and  I have more things and more equipment.  Finally, we would make the decision together as 
to whether any of the pictures would be of an unclad model."
     "You mean you would want me to pose nude?"
     "Not if you don't want to."
     "No, don't misinterpret my question.  It's just that no one ever asked  me to do that before and I never considered myself attractive enough.  I think I would be too nervous to stand still."
     "Pat, you'd be great.  But remember those medieval scenes would try your patience and fortitude.  It wouldn't be all fun and games.  Think it over and I'll call you tomorrow.  If you say yes, we could probably go up there on Friday which I think is the next day.   Oh, and we can discuss the pay and have you sign a regular contract.  Now, let's get you home."
     I was rather quiet on the short trip to my apartment, thinking things over.  There were not things keeping me from accepting his proposal and I was dying to spend more time with him.  I was tempted to blurt out a big yes but knew I should consider things longer. 
  Was this really what I wanted?  Where would it lead?  But basically I was a big girl, could make my own decisions and
I really was only slightly afraid of my rather kinky side and interests.
     On the steps up to my flat, I turned to him and somewhat impulsively gave him a quick kiss.  As I was about to thank him for an exciting day, he put his arms around me, using one of his hands to hold both of my wrists behind my rump.  With his other hand he brought my lips back to his for a long kiss.  I could feel various parts of his anatomy against 
various parts of mine and the feeling was that of pure joy.
     When we separated slightly I said, "Don't you want to come up and see my little place?"
     "I'd love to, Pat, but that's asking you to make an emotional decision on our second time together.  Asking you to come up the Hudson with me to my home is a big enough question for one evening.  I'll call you early tomorrow.  What's your number and what  time to you get up?"
     I gave him my phone number and said, "I'm not sure I'll sleep much tonight but I'm always up my 6 or 6:30.  And I'll be upset if you keep me waiting very long."

                          CHAPTER THREE

     Surprisingly, I fell to sleep easily, perhaps because I was emotionally exhausted, and awoke the next morning feeling very refreshed and excited.  I was having breakfast when Don
called shortly after seven.
     "Good morning, Pat.  I just wanted to see if you really got up early. Have you recovered from yesterday?"
     "Yes, I'm up and there wasn't much to recover from.  It was fun and I enjoyed the afternoon and being with you.  And yes, I have decided to accept your invitation to go with you
to your home and be your model.  I may be crazy but I'm looking forward to it.  I think that being someone's model to display weird things from another age is a real challenge, and think I can handle being photographed nude.
     "Pat, that's great and just what I wanted to hear.  Here's the plan.  I am going to have someone bring you over this noon some forms including a contract for you to sign.  Look them over very carefully.  They will include your salary which we didn't talk about but which I think you will find satisfactory.  Make changes as you see fit.  Then tomorrow, a 
car will pick you up about 8:30 in the morning and bring you here to my offices where we will sign the forms in the presence of witnesses and a notary public unless you want to do this in your lawyer's office.  Then we will get out of this city.  Incidentally, please plan to be away for two 
weeks.  The contract will allow you to stop working for me at any time and of course we may mutually  decide to quit earlier, but in any case the money will be yours."
     I thought I should probably ask how much he was paying me but somehow felt the amount would be generous.
     "Sounds great to me.  Do you have any suggestions about clothing to  wear and bring?"
     "Not really except to suggest comfortable things like you wore yesterday.  I loved the pink sweater.  Certainly you don't have to bring anything formal.  What size dresses, slacks and shoes to you wear?  Maybe I'll have my sister pick up a few things."
     I told him but said I didn't want her to go to any trouble and would cover any purchases she might make.
     He replied, "We can talk about that later.  But keep in mind that I may outfit you in some clothes from that period especially if I have play any particular roles for more than a day or so."
     This took a second or so to sink in.  "You mean you might want me to become a prisoner or victim or something?"
     "Well, it might make everything more realistic, but only if you were willing.  Maybe, you should your own thoughts on paper.  I know you have an active  imagination....and then I can agree to and sign any forms you might draw up," Don said.
     "I may do just that.  I really am looking forward to the whole thing.  Call me if there are any changes in the plan and I'll be waiting this noon and again tomorrow  morning."  I wanted to say a few more things about my feelings for him but sensed he probably knew what was going through my mind.  I hoped he felt the same way.
     I finished breakfast and then sat down at my little computer.  It took a couple of rewrites before I was satisfied with what I composed.  It basically said that I was 
putting myself in his hands, that I did not want to suffer any permanent injury or disfigurement, that I expected to be
nude at times in his and others' presence, that I agreed to be confined, imprisoned, shackled, etc., that I was submitting myself to be used as a model for some terrible devices of the medieval period in a realistic manner, and that this statement was being made without  duress or instruction from Donald Grafton or any other person who I would not hold responsible for any accidental injury.  I made a few changes and additions to the statement, swallowed a few times to ease some nervousness, and finally printed the thing out.
     I packed a few things, mainly to find out what I had and to think what I might need.  Right on schedule, a uniformed security guard arrived at noon and gave me an envelope containing some forms and some promotional material about the museum.  I read everything with interest and realized that Don was clearly concerned about my welfare.  I knew that 
some would consider me crazy but I felt I could trust him completely.  Perhaps he was bending over backward a little
too far and I found myself hoping that I would in fact be put into situations where I had no say in what was happening to me.  So added some statements to what I had written along these lines.
     That afternoon I shopped for a few more articles of clothing including some rather revealing half bras and low cut panties.  As I walked along one of the side streets I saw a store that primarily sold guns, hunting equipment and police supplies.  There was a pair of handcuffs in the window display which made me think of the shackles I might be wearing soon.  Curious, I went in the store.  There two male customers completing a purchase and I just browsed around
the place.
     The apparent owner of the store was a man in his late 60's or early  70's.  He came up to me, smiled and said, "Can I help you with anything?  I saw you looking at the handcuffs in the window.  We have several types available."
     "No, I was just sort of interested.  A friend of mine has some really old models or replicas."
     "Well, mine are not really old, but I do have one pair that he might be interested in."  He opened a draw and took a pair of shiny silver cuffs connected by three small links.  I was a little surprised at the weight and could see that there was no regular key slot.  Also, curved piece that opened and closed was smooth with no hard edges like standard police cuffs.  I suspected they would be quite comfortable to the wearer.
     Getting up my courage I asked, "How do they lock?  Is that the key  there?"  I pointed to a large key like thing protruding from the end of the cylindrical bar into  which the curved piece slid when the cuff was closed.
     "Yes, that is a simple screw with thumb tabs.  When screwed in, the cuff can be opened. If you take the screw all the way out, the cuff can be closed but not opened."  He demonstrated this on his own left wrist.  The mechanism worked smoothly and well.  He closed the cuff again on his wrist and suggested that I use the key to open it, which I did.
     "Do you want to try it on your own wrist?"
     Although I did, I had more or less decided to buy the handcuffs as a  present for Don. “Thanks, but I guess the answer is no.  But what is the price?"
     "$60.  They are replicas but very functional and they won't rust.  I should warn you that they are tempered steel and come with only one key.  Are they for you or for your friend, if you don't mind my asking?"
     I was a little embarrassed by his question but decided to answer truthfully.  "They will be a gift for a friend.  Why do you ask?"
     "Well, if there is a chance that you might try them on yourself, I suggest you do it now so that I can help you get them off if necessary.  Go ahead.  You can always  scream for help but I promise I won't do anything funny."
     Somehow I believed him.  This was the second time in a very short time I was putting my faith in a man who I didn't know, mainly because of my curiosity.  So, I removed the key, placing it on the counter.  Then I closed the cuffs around my wrists held in front  of me, hearing the mechanism click three times on each side.  I then tested the closure to see if I could pull my handout.  The cuffs held me securely but rather comfortable.  I was slightly tempted to leave them on
longer but picked up the key and with only slight difficulty due to the position of my hands was able to screw the key into the appropriate apertures releasing my wrists.
     "That was easy, and I will take them.....and thanks for letting me try them."  I paid with a credit card and was soon on my way home.
     For dinner that night, I used some of the frozen things in the refrigerator which I then more or less cleaned out, giving some of the stuff to a neighbor.  When I  did this I told her I would be away for two or three weeks and asked her to take care of my  tropical fish.  She asked if I wanted to leave a telephone number with her and I realized that I didn't have any idea of exactly where I would be, so I simply told her I would be moving around and  might give her a call.  But she was not to worry about me.
     Before turning out the light to sleep, I got out the new handcuffs and locked them on my wrists which I then put up to the top of my bed, playing that they were fastened there.  It took only a moment thinking about it before I was getting excited and feeling a desire between my legs. I rolled over on my stomach and thought of Don.  Then I decided not to give 
in to my urge to masturbate and get myself to come.  I wanted to be fresh in the morning.  I released one of my wrists and then decided to see if I could lock the other to one ankle.  Yes, that worked as well. Finally, I put the cuffs on my side table and soon was asleep.

                           CHAPTER FOUR

     I awoke a little earlier than usual the next morning, had a cup of coffee, finished the orange juice, ate a Danish and then took a long, luxurious hot shower, washing my hair and thoroughly washing every inch of my body.  I put on a little makeup and then hooked myself into one of the new bras, slid on the panties wondering whether they were a 
little too brief, and then chose my leather slacks and the pink sweater.  The shoes had two inch heels and perhaps would
make me look a little taller to Don for whom I realized I was dressing.  I went easy on the perfume and then finished packing.
     The clock said it was only seven so I still had a long wait.  I wrapped the handcuffs in a box and started to fill out a card, wondering what to say.  I finally simply wrote, "Have fun.  Pat" I then reread my statement as well as his forms.
     At precisely 8:30 my bell rang, I checked the monitor which showed the front door,
recognized the same security man, buzzed him in and got my things together, donning the leather jacket.
     "Are those your only bags?" he asked.  "My wife usually packs about four even if she is only going away for one night."  When we reached to full sized Cadillac, he opened the back door.
     "Do you mind if I sit in front?  I'm not used to this kind of service," I said.
     "No, that's fine."  During the ride uptown, he explained that he had worked for Mr. Grafton for about ten years, saying he was just about the best boss he had ever had.
     "Why do you say that?"
     "Well, he pays well including gifts at Christmas for not only himself but his family members, he is considerate, never gets very upset and everyone seems to admire his fairness and
honesty.  I hope that you aren't after his money. You don't look the type but I would hate to see anyone try to take advantage of him."
     "No, I guess I am more concerned about his taking advantage of me.  I do admit he is attractive, but keep in mind that I have only known him for a few days.  By  the way, my name is Pat."
     "I'm Ken, and I'm sorry if I said something I shouldn't have, Pat.  I hope you and he have a good time.  He has a real nice place and I may be up there with you at some point."
     He told me a little bit more about Don but we were soon at his building.  Ken told me to go up the corporate offices on the 14th floor and check in with the  secretary.  My bags and the present would be put in Don's car.
     The secretary was a stunning young blond woman who I was immediately  jealous of, but she appeared friendly and efficient as she immediately showed me into Don's beautiful big office. He came from behind his mahogany desk and sort of surprised me with a big kiss.
     He put me at ease by chatting about a few things and complimenting me on my appearance.  Then we went over the forms.  He smiled as he read what I had written and then said, "I think you have given me a fair amount of liberty but this is all  fine with me.  I really want you to enjoy your time with me."
     "Don, I'm looking forward to every minute."  We signed the forms, they were witnessed by the secretary and notarized by one of the office workers.  I didn't know what to do with my copies so put them into an envelope he provided complete with stamp and mailed them in the lobby on the way to his car.  When he put his bag and briefcase in the trunk he saw the present and immediately asked what it was.
     "Just a little something for you," I explained.
     He read the card and then opened the box in the car.  "Well, what do  you know?  I think they are Hiatt Darby handcuffs from the late 1800's.  That company is still  in existence in England. They are wonderful.  Where did you find them?"
     "Oh just a little shop I came across.  I'm glad you like them and am astounded that you know about them than the store owner."  I impulsively leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. The next thing we were kissing rather hotly and my body was responding.
     "Pat, if we are going to get to my place today, you are going to have to sit well over on your side of the car and behave yourself.  In fact, I think it would be a very good idea for you to show me how the handcuffs work.  Give me the key and put them on."
     I smiled and looked at him to see if he was serious.  He was, so I  said, "Yes, master".  As I started to comply he said that he wanted my hands behind my back.  I fumbled a little doing this but closed the cuffs until they seemed snug and leaned back against the seat.
     "There.  Now maybe I can manage to drive without worrying about going  off the road. But let me know if you get uncomfortable," he said as we set out.
     Actually, the position was not bad but I hoped that the trip wouldn't take too long.  The miles passed rapidly as we discussed many things.  Only one in particular caused me to
momentarily do some thinking.  He said that for a day or two I could just get to know his place and perhaps a few of his friends.  Then he was thinking about asking me to play the role of a woman in the 1700's who would be accused of crimes against God and country.  That way he could create a story to further illustrate some of the things that happened  in those days.
     "Don, I meant what I said in that thing I wrote.  Actually, it sounds like the sort of challenge I would enjoy."
     By the time we turned off the parkway and started going thru small villages, my arms were tired but not really hurting.  In a remote area he pulled off the road and stopped.
     "Pat, turn around so I can get to your wrists.  I'm going to again lock them but in front of you so you can get a little relief.  We are almost there."
     As he did this I said, "Thanks, you're very considerate but I was getting along fine."  It did however feel much better.
     The approach to his home, or rather his mansion, was up a tree lined  driveway. The main building was made of gray stone and was very imposing with several wings,  ledges, patios and dormers.  An archway covered a drive though passageway and connected to an adjacent building, and nearby were a large barn and several smaller houses that appeared to be servant quarters. Fenced in pastures spread out over the surrounding area and between some of the hills I could see
portions of the Hudson which was well below us in altitude.  Several horses grazed in the fields. It was a beautiful pastoral scene.
     "Don, this is rather breathtaking.  What a wonderful place.  I can see why you would rather be here than in the city."
     We went through the archway into a courtyard and parked in front of a three car garage. A tall, muscular man came out to meet us with a cherry smile on his face.  "Welcome home, Mr. Grafton.  I hope you find everything in order.  There are a few messages for you.  Shall I take the bags upstairs," he said with a slight German accent.
     "Yes Hans.  And this is Pat Anderson who will be with us for awhile.  Put her things in the guestroom at the end of the hall.  Pat, this is my main man here, Hans Heinson.  His wife, Clara, is our cook and together they more or less run this place."
     In a somewhat embarrassed way I held out my hands and said, "It's nice to meet you Hans.  I'd shake your hand but Don has been playing games with me.  You don't happen to have
some big wire cutters handy do you?"
     Despite the cuffs, Hans shook one hand and looked at Don who said, "Actually she put them on herself.  But I'm going to release her very soon.  Pat, let me show you a little of the place.  We'll see the barn, the blacksmith shop and a few of the other places later."  I was then led inside the main building which although imposing in size seemed warm and 
friendly, with large fireplaces, bookcases, paintings, comfortable chairs and sofas, etc.  The dining room could seat a large crowd and seemed a little formal with lots of space around the huge  table.  In the kitchen I met Clara, a somewhat heavy set woman in her early fifties, who was busy 
getting some food ready.
     "Oh, Mr. Grafton, you have brought me a maid and helper.  Danke."
     "No, Clara.  She is my guest, but if she misbehaves I may have you teach her a few things. Pat, meet Clara.  Try to stay on her good side.  If she tells you to do  something, it is in your best interest to obey immediately."
     I was a little puzzled by these words, but smiled a greeting and followed Don up the broad staircase.  He showed me his office which was rather business-like, I caught a quick glimpse of his bedroom with adjoining bath and he then opened the door to the nearby guest room.  This was almost as large as his and my eyes immediately went to a large, four poster bed with a beautiful canopy.  Sunlight poured warmly in through the large windows which looked out at the river in
the distance.
     "Don, it's beautiful.  I can't wait to try the bed tonight, or are you going to put me in a cage or something."
     He laughed and said, "No, not tonight.  Right now I want you to come  here and give me your wrists."
     I held them out thinking he was going to release the handcuffs.  Instead, he raised them up over my head and, using his hands, drew me close.  My locked hands went  behind him as his mouth opened to mine.  I closed my eyes and held him still closer.  His lips moved over my cheek and neck as I felt a hand go inside my open leather jacket to explore my 
breasts and nipples which rapidly hardened.  The next thing I knew, I was on my back in bed, moaning softly from his kisses
as he unbuttoned and pushed my slacks and panties down, finishing that job as I flexed my hips and knees.  Lying beside me, a hand then slid my sweater and bra up, allowing his mouth access to one breast.
     "Put you hands up towards the head of the bed, Pat, and keep them there," he whispered. Slowly I complied and soon was imagining them tied or chained to the crosspiece between the
head posts.  I raised my head and looked down his strong body as he pushed his own pants down, revealing a very erect and large penis.  Positioning himself over me and still covering me with kisses and nibbles, I felt his penis push gently and then more insistently  just behind my throbbing clitoris.  As he entered my wet passageway, I raised my hips to engulf him.  
Momentarily he pulled back eliciting a "No, please I..." and then I had all of him inside me, savoring the pure joy.
     When it was over, I was bathed in sweat and smiles.  Only part of the heat was from the sweater and jacket that were still half on me.  He lay close, seemingly reluctant to end the moment.
     "Pat, I sort of didn't want that to happen so rapidly and I hope the handcuffs didn't make you feel that I was raping you or taking advantage of you, but you sure are 
attractive and lovely that way."  I watched as he removed the handcuffs and I rubbed my wrists happy to see very little
discoloration.
     "You mean that the more helpless I am, the more you like me?  In that case, bring out the chains, strait jacket, mummy bags and whatever.  Seriously, Don, I loved  every minute of it.  Can we do it again?"
     "Hey, I'm no spring chicken.  For now, take a nap if you want, shower  if you wish, and get into some very informal clothes like shorts, levis or something.  I'll  meet you on the patio off the kitchen and we can have some lunch.  I've got to check the messages and get out of these city clothes."
     "I'm not sleepy.  In fact I am rather keyed up but the other  suggestions sound great. Incidentally, you are already pretty much out of those clothes.  See you soon."  I rolled off the bed and let him watch my rump as I ran into the big bathroom and closed the door.

                           CHAPTER FIVE

     The shower felt great.  I let the hot water run for more than the usual length of time as I thought of Don's hands touching and caressing me.  Someone had provided some  nice shampoo and after bath oil that had a very subtle and pleasing smell.  As I toweled myself dry I tried not to get myself all aroused again.  My choice of clothes was limited but I decided on some rather tight khaki shorts and a soft cotton, V-necked shirt that clung to my curves.  The shirt was white with a flowery print.  Should I wear a bra was a big question for without it I knew  my nipples might be
obvious if I got excited.  Well, that would be his problem, not mine.  Low sneakers without sox and a little makeup completed the job.  Bra-less I headed down the big  staircase.
     When I entered the kitchen, Clara looked me over carefully and said,  "Mr. Grafton will be here in a few minutes.  If you want to make yourself useful, you can carry 
these trays out.  Don't spill the ice tea and watch your step."  It was almost as if she were talking to a child and I got the feeling she liked issuing me orders.  I was tempted to tell her to bring out  the trays herself but wanted to stay in her good graces.
     Outside, I was glad I had worn shorts for the sun was beaming down and  was quite warm for that time of the year.  I walked over to the balcony and looked down, expecting I would be just above the ground level.  Instead I saw that the house was built on the  side of the hill so the ground sloped away.  There was a full level of the house showing below me 
with windows and doors opening out onto another small courtyard.  I wondered whether the floor below housed his
workshop and museum pieces.
     Clara's voice behind me made me jump.  "Well, you brought the things  out here.  You could have set up the table.  You youngsters simply don't know how to work or are just plain lazy."
     "Sorry, Clara.  I was just admiring the view."  I set out helping her and was trying to stay out of her way when Don emerged from the kitchen.
     "Pat, that's nice of you to help Clara.  Maybe I'll give you a job working in the kitchen. You look very nice in that outfit.  Are you hungry?"
     "Famished.  And everything looks so good.  What's the program for the  afternoon?"
     Clara had set out salad, some rolls, and some cold cuts together with ice tea and everything was delicious.
     Don offered me some wine but I wanted to stay sharp and enjoy everything so I declined. "Well, I could show you a little more of the place, you could read in the  library, take a walk, go horse back riding, or just relax.  I've got to finish up a big project for  an interesting man from
India which will take a while."
     "I think I would like to see more of the place if you have the time.  But what sort of project are you working on?"
     "It's a rather fascinating creation.  Rahjiv....that's the man's  name...found this drawing in one of the old books of India, and asked if I could make something similar.  He was aware of some of my other interests.  Price was no object and the work was quite a challenge, so I accepted the job.  I just have to install some springs that I had specially made and I'll be finished. I called Rahjiv and invited him over to see the finished project.  Actually, he will be joining us for dinner tonight along with my sister.  I'll be glad to show you what I've done and would welcome your comments."
     I tried getting more details from him but he told me I had to wait.  We chatted about his home and he told me a little of its history.  It felt great to be sitting in the sun, relaxing, but I kept wondering what this creation was all about.
     I think he may have sensed this for he said, "If your done, let's be on our way to see
something from a different land and time."
     As we passed through the kitchen, I thanked and complimented Clara on the lunch. "You're welcome, Pat," and actually smiled.  Maybe she wasn't so gruff after all.
     We went down some stairs off the hallway and came to a corridor which went towards the rear of the house.  I could see a doorway and thought it probably opened out below the kitchen. Don indicated a couple of storerooms which we passed by and then pointed to a heavy wooden door with iron trim and hinges.  The door appeared to be locked.
     "That's a stairway that goes down into the real basement where I have my dungeon."
     I looked sharply at him and saw a broad grin on his face.  "You're  kidding aren't you?  Or are you?"
     "You are going to have to wait for the answer, Pat.  Now here is the room where I have a thousand and one things including some of the duplicates of the things you  saw in the museum. You can browse this place anytime you want, so lets go on to the workshop."
     We entered what probably was the last room before reaching the rear  wall of the house. The room was large and was lit by overhead lights as well as from sun streaming through the windows.  There was all sorts of machinery and work benches, cabinets, tool racks and spare pieces of wood, iron and steel.  I could see an adjacent bathroom although 
the main room also had a large double sink.  Like most of the house, the room had a very high  ceiling and there were
several floor to ceiling posts, some of which were concrete and others of  steel or wood.
     Between two of the wooden posts standing about 4 feet apart, a piece of gray, heavy cotton cloth was draped over something that was about 2 feet taller than I, and it was in that direction that Don led me.
     "Stand right there while I undrape my newest work of art."  He turned on two floodlights that were pointed towards the object and then grasped the drape.
     With a tug he pulled the cloth completely off.  Fastened to the two  posts was a bright, golden archway of heavy filigree in an intricate design along with two side panels of similar design.  The most striking feature to me was a golden mask with eye and nose  holes.  The lower part of the mask hung below the arch and the upper part fused with the rest of the arch.  Then my attention was drawn to two golden hand-like gauntlets making up part of the  upper portion of the two side panels.  A minute later I saw two foot-like things about one or two feet off the floor.
     "Wow, it's beautiful but what is it?" I gasped.
     "Well, it's made of a strong alloy on which gold has been plated.  It is designed to go in a doorway or as a divider between two parts of a room.  The original drawing 
showed a woman with her head in the mask, her hands in the gauntlets and her feet in the golden boots.  Whether it
was used as punishment or to display someone beautiful is not known.  But that's what Rahjiv wanted and there it is."
     By this time I had walked up to it and was feeling the very solid panels with their intricate designs.  The gold sparkled under the lights which I noted were rather warm 
on my back. Standing under the mask I could see that it was hinged on one side and presumably could be opened.  I could not reach the golden hands. Immediately I imagined myself, 
spread eagled in the archway and felt my body quicken.
     "Wow," I said again.  "It must have taken you a year to make it.  It  looks like it is finished."
     "No.  Why don't you pull up a stool or chair while I get these springs inserted?"
     I did just that.  He explained that the gauntlets and the shoes or boots were designed to close and lock automatically when a hand or foot was inserted.  He had 
encountered a few problems in getting the things to work properly but thought that finally he  had the solution.  I
watched as he took he things apart which actually took a fair amount of time.  Then he compressed and inserted the new springs.
     As he continued to work, I said, "Don, are you going to show me how they work when you are done?"  He made no reply and I guessed he was too engrossed with  what he was doing.  I waited a few more minutes and then said a little louder, "Don, I'd like to  see how things work when you are finished."
     "Pat, I hoped you would say something like that.  My hand is too big to try the mechanism.  Let me try with a stick and make sure things are right.  If so, we'll give you a chance."
     I saw him step back and then push on the wrist area of one of the open gauntlets which immediately snapped shut.  He proceeded to test the other hand and then both of the boots with similar results.  By this time I was standing close to him.
     "You are curious, aren't you?" he said to me.  "See if your wrist comes in contact with that flange, it trips the spring which closes the gauntlet.  The release is located right here."  I watched as he pushed on a lever behind the panel and the gauntlet opened.  "Want to try one hand?"
     I nodded and he then positioned me slightly behind the panels and  guided one wrist towards the open gold hand which was quite a reach. The position was almost as though I was
grabbing hold of a crossbar and when I made contact the gauntlet closed rapidly.  My hand felt as though it was in a snug glove of iron.  I could wiggle my fingers just a 
fraction of an inch.  The inside of the wrist area was padded and held me tightly.
     "Now with your other hand, push on that lever."
     I did so and the thing opened with another snap.
     "Wonderful, it works just great.  Wait until Rahjiv sees it.  Actually  he has not seen it at all.  I wanted to wait until I was finished.  Pat, do you want to try the whole thing?"
     Sort of with a lump in my throat and something getting me excited, I  said, "If you want me to."
     "Yes, but it's up to you."
     I started reaching up again but he stopped me and brought over a low stool to stand on. Otherwise I could never have reached both gauntlets.  I put my right hand back where it had been a moment before and activated the closing spring, after which I did the same with the left.  Now by hands were held above my head in a wide "V".
     Then I extended a foot towards the right boot but he stopped me and explained that he doubted whether my sneaker would fit.  He slid both my shoes off, pausing  only to tickle the soles of one foot.  I laughed and tried to kick him.  He grabbed my ankle and rather easily shoved it into
the open boot.  It was not until he pushed my other foot out that I realized how spread out my thighs and crotch would be.  With a click I was now spread eagled and my face was right behind the mask.
     "Looks like I guessed your size pretty accurately, Pat."
     As he opened the mask, I replied, "You mean you thought I would help  you in this way?"
     "Well, I was hoping you would.  Are you game to try the mask?"
     "I think so."  But looking into the front of the mask I began to have second thoughts.  It was lined with thick leather as was the back.  Don but his hand behind my  head and guided it forward until it was in position.  When he closed the back and I heard it latch in the locked
position, my face was tightly held immobile.  This was particularly true of  the lower portion.  I not only could not open my mouth but my lips were held firmly together.  I could  see a little out through the small holes in front of my eyes, and I could breathe in easily through the two holes in front of my nostrils but I certainly could utter only a moan.
     "Are you okay?" came his question, the words sounding muted by the padding over my ears.
     "Uh huh," was my reply which apparently was unintelligible for he quickly opened the mask.
     "That was a yes," I explained.
     "Fine.  In the future a one word reply like 'Uh" will be a yes.  Several 'Uh's' will be a no, okay?"
     I replied with a single 'Uh" and then said, "Please close me in again  so I can see what it
feels like."
     A moment later I was thinking that I didn't tell him how long I wanted to be forming a living part of his new work of art.  I then felt his hands on the outside of each thigh.  Slowly they worked their way upwards across my waist and the up my front to cup my breasts.  I began to feel warm all over, only part of which was due to the flood lights.  My yearning to be touched between my legs began to build.  I so wanted him to take me right then.
     But very shortly, he opened the mask and began to unlock my feet.  "Don, would you mind giving me at least one little kiss before you free me."  It turned out  to be one, big prolonged kiss which only made me want for more.
     I couldn't help it but a couple of tears formed and he saw them.  "What's wrong, Pat. Were you suffering in that thing?"
     I shook my head.
     "Well, tell me what's wrong."
     "No, I'm fine.  Really.  I loved it.  Maybe I am sorry it's over."
     "Could you take it for longer?"  I nodded my reply and tried to compose myself.
     "Pat, thank you.  Now put you shoes back on and let's go for a cool, calm and collected walk so we can talk a little.  If you're serious about enjoying being spread eagled in my
contraption, maybe you'll let me put you in it again for Rahjiv when he  gets here."
     "It's fine with me.  Should I change my clothes?"
     "No, you look great.  Very attractive in that shirt and shorts."
     We walked out through the door on that level and he headed towards one  of the other buildings that seemed to be a little more modern than the main house.  Inside he showed me a beautiful swimming pool surrounded by lounge chairs.  There was even a small bar.  Sunlight streamed through high overhead windows.  In an adjacent room was a very nice Nautilus setup with exercise machines, weights, bars for doing chin ups, and mats.  Also opening off the pool area was a sauna lined with some type of wood, maybe cedar.
     Don opened the door to the sauna, led me inside, and the heat struck me in the face. There were tiered benches on one side, a couple of wooden pillars, and of course a closed in heat source of some type.
     "Like it?" he asked.
     "It feels great.  Can we try it?  I'm just sorry I didn't bring a bathing suit for the pool."
     "I think my sister is bringing some things for you, including a suit.   Maybe we can go for a swim after the others leave tonight.  Dinner will be early and very  informal."
     We wandered around outside for a while and then Hans came up to say  that Rahjiv had arrived and was waiting in the library.  He was much as I imagined.  Dark  skinned, black hair and quite handsome.  His handshake was warm and firm when we were introduced.  Don offered him a drink but he said he was very anxious to see what Don had made.
     "It's certainly taken you as long as you predicted and cost me enough.  So I can't wait to see it."
     Don said, "Well, I had planned to install it temporarily at the end of the dining room so we do it justice when you show it to your wife, but if you want to see it now, let's go."
     They allowed me to lead the way down the stairs and into the workshop where the flood lights still beaming sown on the golden arch and panels.  A huge smile immediately appeared on
Rahjiv's face as he almost ran to stand in front of his new possession.
     "It's gorgeous and exactly what I imagined from the drawing and illustration I gave you. Does it work?"
     "Yes, and very well.  I'm particularly happy with the springs I inserted in the locking mechanisms today.  And the feet and gauntlets still can be adjusted up and down as we discussed. Pat, here, was the first to try out our creation and perhaps could be talked into a little demonstration for you, if you wish."
     Rahjiv turned a beaming face at me and asked with a pleasant accent, "Would you, please? I would be very grateful."
     I slipped off my shoes as Don put the low stool in position.  I went  under the arch, turned
and faced the two men.  Mounting the stool I extended my right arm up and slowly inserted it into the open gauntlet as Rahjiv watched closely.  With a snap it closed tightly. 
  Rahjiv came close and examined the gauntlet and my imprisoned hand and wrist.  Then he guided my left hand into the other gauntlet.
     "Do they hurt, Pat?" he asked.
     "No, they are just snug, and I can put my weight on my entrapped hands without pain."
     I raised both feet and was only slightly surprised when Don removed the stool so I was now suspended.  I then pushed one foot into the boot on that side and felt it close shut.  Rahjiv seemed to want to help and moved my other ankle until it tripped the locking device.  Now I could bear my weight on the soles of my feet.
     Don explained that he had been chiefly worried about the tightness of the mask and showed Rahjiv the interior.  Don said that he had considered putting in a pear gag but decided on just a very tight jaw area with thick leather to muffle any moans or cries.
     "Are you ready, Pat?"  Without waiting for a reply, he gently pushed my  head forward, wedging it into the front of the mask and I felt the back close and snap in the locked position.  As before I was impressed on how compressed my face felt and how quiet the room became.
     "Can she hear anything?" came Rahjiv's voice.  Don's answer was almost inaudible. "Make her say something," came from Rahjiv.
     "Are you okay Pat?" Don asked a little louder.
     I tried to say I was fine but was sure the words came out as a series of soft grunts.  Don explained that he was certain I was all right.  The their conversation 
became quite faint as I saw them move a short distance away almost out of my limited view through the small holes.
     It gave me an opportunity to examine exactly how I felt.  As before I was a little embarrassed and excited by the spread eagle position, and began to feel my juices building up.  I could not move my head a fraction of an inch, but could sway and twist my body a little.  I was having no problem breathing but would hate to try the thing when I had a stuffed up nose.
     Then my mind began to wander with feelings that I was part of the Indian archway, displayed for all to see.  I could imagine all sorts of things.  But I was suddenly brought back to reality by feeling someone's hands touching my waist and then moving down over my hips to rest
on my bare thighs.
     It felt like Don and this was confirmed when I heard him say, "Pat, we're all alone.  Can you hear me?"
     I murmured a 'uh' indicating I could.  Then his hands traveled up to follow the curves of my breasts and finally I felt him kiss my neck below the mask.  Immediately all my wants came back and I groaned softly.
     For a moment he left me and then I caught a glimpse of him bringing the stool back.  I really wanted him to touch me more and more, not release me.  Then he opened one of the boots and guided my foot to stand on the stool after which he did the same to the other foot.  But instead of releasing my hands and head, I felt him open the belt and zipper on my shorts, and push them down and off.  Then he pushed my shirt up to expose my breasts after which I felt his lips enclose one nipple a hand played with the other.  Now I was really hot all  over.
     I voluntarily swung one foot out and felt for the boot which did its thing locking the foot in place.  I could hear him chuckle as I did the same with the left foot.  By now he was pressing himself against me and holding me in his strong arms.  Momentarily he stepped back and apparently dropped his pants for my next sensation was of is erect penis toying with my labia.  My stooping a little and then moving upwards, the head of his organ penetrated me slightly and a second later he was moving in and out in a slow rhythmic manner that was 
driving me crazy. There was nothing I could do to help him but I guess no effort on my part was necessary for we build up together and then went over the top.
     As we came down together, he kissed me in all sorts of spots and then he released me from the archway.
     "That's what I wanted earlier in the day," I said.
     "I thought you might but I wasn't sure, but I guess that was the reason  for those tears. Now get your clothes back on.  We don't have a lot of time before the cocktail hour.  My sister, whose name incidentally is Sarah Lafferty, is here and wants to meet you.  Her husband, Ed, who is a physician won't be joining us tonight because of his schedule but may 
come up tomorrow. And I think I told you that Rahjiv will be eating with us.  Pat, thank you  for posing for us, and
thanks even more for what followed.  I haven't felt that way for a long  time."
     "I'm still in seventh heaven," I said.  "But I must look like a mess."
     "No, you're gorgeous and I love the way you're put together.  Let's go. 
  I'll let Sarah know you are in your room and will see you at dinner."
     I took another shower and when I came out, a very attractive, dark haired woman was sitting in my easy chair near the bed on which there were several boxes.  She was rather expensively but modestly dressed in a black cocktail dress with high boots and some jewelry.
     "You must be Pat.  Don has told me a little about you and frankly I was dying of curiosity to see what you looked like.  You're every bit as cute as he said, even draped with that bath towel.  I can see why he is attracted to you."
     "And you must be Sarah.  I can see the family resemblance.  This whole business has been overwhelming and I feel somewhat out of place in these beautiful surroundings and with an important man like your brother," I said.
     "Well, I'll be glad to help make you feel at home.  There are some  things on the bed for you including something you might want to wear tonight.  I hope I got the  sizes right.  Don doesn't understand women's clothing."
     The next few minutes were like Christmas.  One box contained several bras and panties that looked like they may have come from Fredericks of Hollywood.  In the  next was a very nice, sort of peasant outfit with a white, square and low necked blouse with puffy  short sleeves, a wide leather belt and a full brown pseudo-suede skirt.  There was also a pair of  low, simple black shoes and a gold chain necklace which weighed enough to suggest that it was more  than costume jewelry.  I held the blouse up against my chest and realized that it was going to look very nice on me.
     "I thought you might wear that tonight because things will be very informal," Sarah said. "Now I hope you didn't bring a bathing suit for I bought you two and hope you like them."
     The first was little more than a bikini and was a shocking pink.  The  second was a tight fitting, one piece suit, cut to show all ones hips and was made of a shiny, 
silver cloth that had a wet look.  I had a hard time taking my eyes off of it and think I turned a  little red in the face as Sarah beamed at me.
     The next box contained jean pants and shorts together with several blouses, one of which
was in a tight Western style.  In the same box was a pair of beautiful, tooled knee-high riding boots.  And in the final box was something that really rocked me back on my heels.  It was a black, full length, light blue, latex dress which I was sure would show every curve on my body.  I was very happy that I wasn't overweight and was in good condition.
     "Sarah, I don't know what to say.  I'll never be able to pay you back  for them.  They are all beautiful but maybe a little more revealing then I usually get."
     "Pat, Don is very wealthy as you already know. He would consider it an insult if you tried to reimburse him, even if your relationship doesn't last as long as I would  like.  And I did think you probably are a little more conservative in dress, but I wanted to get  you some things that would get and hold his attention.  Remember, you can blame me for the 
choices.  There are some more things in my car that Hans will bring up and put in your closet later.   They are mainly,
medieval period clothing which as you know both Don and I are interested in. 
  I'm real happy you are here.  He's been working pretty hard and I hope he hasn't forgotten how to play and have fun. From the flush on your face, I gather he hasn't, or is that from the  shower?"
     I stammered out some type of reply and am sure the flush became more obvious.  She rose and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.  "Have fun trying the things on and I'll see you in about an hour in the library."
     After she left. I went through the things again, marveling at them.  I  decided to try the latex dress on first and when I picked it up I found a container of powder 
underneath.  That would make things easier and I used it to powder the inside of the dress  which I then pulled down
over my head and inched into position.  The feeling of the rubber against my skin was out of this world and when I finally got the dress into position and zipped up the back, 
I could not believe what I was seeing in the mirror.  It was beautiful and fit me perfectly if I didn't gain any weight.
My nipples swelled at the feeling of the rubber and I began to get excited.  It wouldn't do to come down to dinner smelling like I had just had an orgasm so off came the dress.
     I then tried the silvery bathing suit which also fitted me like a second skin.  The upper portion began at my neck line and swarmed around my breasts, clearly showing my engorged nipples.  The lower portion covering my crotch was rather narrow and some of my pubic hairs
poked out on each side but I thought I could tuck them in. In the back, my buttocks were largely bare and I liked the appearance.  The suit should certainly catch Don's eye.
     Looking at the clock I couldn't tell how much time had elapsed since Sarah had said an hour.  So I took the suit off, dabbed on a little perfume and started on the peasant blouse and skirt.  I thought I should wear a bra and selected one of the new pieces that Sarah had brought.  It was a push up half bra and seemed to enhance the swell of my breasts.  Then I put on the low shoes, followed by the other things.  The blouse left the upper portions of my breasts exposed in a
very nice way and the belt emphasized my narrow waist.  The final touch was the gold chain. When I picked it up, again wondering about the heavy weight, I noticed a little tag which read, "Pat, put the chain choker on without checking the clasp.  Sarah."  It was certainly peculiar but I
followed the instructions.  After snapping the clasp closed, I tried to open  it and found that it certainly didn't work in the usual way.  In fact, I couldn't get it to open. Oh, well, she'd help me later.
     A little makeup and some hair combing and I was on my way downstairs, only to find the library empty.  So I wandered into the kitchen where Clara was working in her usual busy manner. "Can I help you, Clara?" I asked.
     She looked me over carefully from head to toe and then said, "Yes, thank you.  You can put those hors d'oeuvres on the serving platters and get the white wine out of the refrigerator. Also, fill the water glasses on the table with ice and water."
     As I was working she glanced at me several times and then said, "Pat, I  know you are trying hard to get on my good side, which I appreciate.  But I am not sure  you have what it takes to make Mr. Grafton happy and that's the only way you'll ever make me happy. 
  He's a very intelligent man with tremendous energy and stamina.  He's had a few other  good looking women up here over the years and they have all lasted just a few days.  They don't seem to be on his wave length or just get frightened and clear out.  They just have not been able to 'take it' or something, and I think you probably are just as soft as they."
     She walked away from me, leaving me to ponder her words and continue with the tasks she had given me.  I sort of bristled at the challenge she had thrown out. No one had ever
accused me of giving in, and I certainly wasn't scared of her.  At least I didn't think so.
     At that point, Don walked in, stopped and whistled his appreciation of my appearance. “That’s very becoming, Pat.  Is that one of the outfits Sarah bought for you?"
     "Yes, and I really want to thank you both.  Everything is great and I am dying to show the clothes to you but you are going to have to wait.  One piece at a time."
     "That's fine with me.  I am glad you like whatever she got.  Now before everyone comes down, I have a big question to ask you. Let's sit together on the sofa."
     It sounded sort of serious.  He continued, "Rahjiv was very impressed with the gold archway and also with you.  The archway is a present to his wife and he would like to present it to her tomorrow night here at my house.  He has come up with some ideas that I was a little doubtful about but which I said I would present to you.  He wants you to be in the archway when it is undraped."
     Although it was a bit of a surprise, I didn't think it sounded like something I couldn't handle and I said this to him.
     "Well, there's more to it.  He wants you nude and gilded so that you appear to be part of the creation."
     "Gilded?" I gasped.
     "Yes, we could coat you with a gold oil paint which would be quite stunning, but it's quite a challenge and I told him I was a little doubtful about the whole thing."
     He watched as I thought through what he was asking.  I could hear Clara's words in the back of my mind and imagined her saying good by to me as I ran away from Don, the house and everything.
     With my pulse racing I answered, "Don, it would be my pleasure to be  used to demonstrate the beauty of your archway.  Do with me whatever you wish but please continue to
be sensitive to my feelings and wants."
     The smile on his face confirmed his delight in my acquiescence to what I knew he wanted. He leaned forward and we kissed as Sarah entered the room.
     "No fair smooching before dinner you two.  Pat, stand up and let me see how you look. Good, and I see you got the necklace on okay.  I'm glad you followed directions but I should explain that only I know how the clasp opens.  Of course, you could have someone like Don cut it off."
     "It's wonderful although a little heavier than I usually wear, Sarah."  Don got up and came over to inspect the choker after which he said, "Sarah, you and I have a few things to talk about."
     Rahjiv came into the room shortly after this and was effusive in his thanks when he heard that I had agreed to his plan.  After wine and other drinks.....I only had one glass of the white wine.......we were seated next to each other at dinner and he told me a great deal about himself and his wife, Indira, who he obviously loved.  Almost as an aside, he said that I would receive $1000 for posing in the archway the next evening.  I nearly fell off my chair.
     After he had left leaving Sarah, Don and I sitting at the table drinking coffee while Clara and Hans, who had helped serve the delicious meal, clear away the dishes, Don insisted that Sarah show him how the clasp opened.  She held off for a while but then said that one had to insert a
little pin in the side of the clasp which she then demonstrated.  It wasn't until later that I realized why this was important to Don for I sort of liked the idea of having the chain locked on me.
     Finally Don and I were alone, Sarah having said her goodnights.  "You've had quite a day,
Pat.  I'm proud of you.  Can you stand me for another day?"
     "You mean this is all over?  I thought you mentioned a swim and even a sauna."
     "I'm game if you are.  Get your bathing suit and I'll meet you right here in two minutes."
     I quickly selected the bikini which brought a smile and a leer from him.  He was wearing rather conventional trunks but they were a rather bright green and were snug.  We exited the house through a side entrance and ran across the grass through the cool evening to the gym and pool building.  Without hesitating, I made a shallow dive into the warm water and decided to show him that I had been on the swim team in college.  But he rather easily passed me before I reached the far end.
     "You're good but no competition for a man.  And you forgot to take the mandatory shower before getting in the pool," he said with a smile on his face.
     "Sorry about that.  Are you going to punish me?"
     "I may.  How about racing me two laps and I'll give you a head start?'
     I was off in a flash and for most of the distance I thought he had waited too long before starting.  About ten feet from finishing, he grabbed one of my ankles and pulled himself by me.
     "You cheat," I said breathlessly and splashed water in his face.  The next thing I knew he had me pinned to the side of the pool with his body and his mouth was exploring mine.  I wrapped my legs around him and felt the pleasure of his body against me.
     When we broke for air, he said, "Let's try the sauna but I have to take off your gold chain. Otherwise it may burn you," which obviously is why he insisted on Sarah's explaining the clasp. The sauna felt great.  He had me lie on the lower bench, face down, picked up a bottle of some type of oil and proceeded to cover me with it.  As he did this, he untied  the bra string but left the briefs in position. I was soon purring from his massage which was a little rough at times.
     "Okay, it's my turn.  On your stomach and keep still."  We reversed positions and I straddled his lower body.  I poured oil on his upper back and went to work, kneading his muscles, pulling his hair and then started pounding him with the edge of my hands.  I thought he might moan or do something so I hit him harder.  Finally I got tired and gave up but not before pulling his shorts down onto his thighs and biting his hind end.
     That got his attention.  "Ouch, you little vixen."  I sprang up intending to run from the room, but he grabbed my hair and pushed my back against one of the posts.  "Pat, I want you to put your hands together high above your head and keep them there."
     I looked into his eyes and followed his instructions.  He untied the strings holding the bikini bottom in place and then his oily hands were exploring every inch of my sweat covered body as he nibbled all over my face, neck and chest.  I finally couldn't keep my hands up and, lowering them, brought his lips to mine.
     Just when I thought things might progress, he picked me bodily up,  pushed open the door to an adjacent dimly lit room, carried me in and dumped me into a large vat  of ice cold water.  I came up to the surface, yelling bloody murder.  I grabbed a towel and started to dry myself, realizing that he had left the room.  He was no where to be seen in the main 
pool area or the gym. Also, he had taken the two pieces of my bikini.
     After looking some more, I wrapped the small towel around me and ran bare footed and wet headed over to the house, getting madder by the minute.  He was nowhere 
to be seen and then as I started up the stairs, I saw Hans grinning at me.
     "He said to tell you good night," Hans said.  I let out a couple of expletives and headed for his room only to find his door locked.
     In my own room I finished drying myself, brushed my teeth, opened the  window and put on the old fashioned soft flannel night shirt I found on the bed. It was sort of big but only came down to mid-thighs.  The bed felt wonderful and I thought back to my first time lying on it with my hands in cuffs, making love for the very first time to Don. Under the 
covers, one of my hands went to a nipple and the other down over my pubis to touch my clitoris.  No, I had better not.  I
wanted to save myself for the next day.
     I was just about asleep when I sensed, rather than heard, the door to  Don's room.  I
opened one eye and good see him in the little light from the moon.  He appeared to have on a pair
of boxer shorts and nothing else.  When he reached the side of the bed he whispered, "Pat, are you awake and do you have room in there for me?"
     "No, I'm sleeping and the bed is too narrow for both of us," I replied  as I pushed down the covers and slid to the other side.  He got in and moved towards me, feeling with his hand to find out where I was.
     "I should be mad at you, you bastard.  Heaving me into that tub of ice water and leaving me naked.  I'm not mad but I intend to get even."  I rolled onto my left side away from him and curled up with my arms across my breasts.  He moved even closer, fitting his  body to mine, and I realized that he had dropped his shorts for something was poking between my 
buttocks.  His left arm was now under my head and his right hand worked its way under my right  arm to follow the
swell of my breast.  It felt like we were made for each other, and I began to feel very comfortable and sleepy.
     "Pat, I think I may love you a little."
     "A little?" I murmured.
     "Well, perhaps just a tiny bit."
     "Bastard....." and I guess I fell asleep.
     I was awakened by his moving his arm from under my head.
     "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you but my arm is asleep and has been for about two hours."
     "Oh, poor baby.  I feel so sorry for you."  I turned towards him making  sure he felt my breasts against his chest, and said, "Anyway, I've got to go to the 
bathroom.  Don't go away."
     I probably didn't have to go but my mind was racing through a hundred things I wanted to do to him.  I flushed the toilet and on the way back to bed saw the  handcuffs on the dresser. Holding them behind me out of sight, I pulled up my shirt and sat astraddle  his pelvis with my knees along his chest.
     "Don, I want you to close your eyes and raise your hands up."
     "Pat, what...."
     "Just do it like a good boy."  I was a little surprised when he obeyed. 
  He in turn was very surprised when he felt the cold steel clamp shut around one wrist.
     "No, wait a minute, woman.  We have to discuss this."  By then I had hauled his wrist in the cuff roughly up over the crosspiece, and he automatically reached up with his other hand.  It was a bit of a struggle but somehow I managed to get his free hand in the  other cuff.
     "Listen, you little vixen.  This not how things are supposed to happen. I want you to.." but my kiss on his open mouth silenced him and I felt him respond.
     Then I began to systematically kiss, nibble, bite and caress him from his ears downwards. When I reached his penis it was standing at attention, and attention is what I gave it.  In this I was rather inexperienced but I could tell from his moans that I was doing okay.  I turned around on him offering my butt and was rewarded by some well directed licks and kisses.
     I was not sure what he wanted at that point, but I knew what I desired so I turned around again and began to rub the head of his organ on my slit which was beginning  to almost drip.
     "Pat, there are condoms in my room.  It might be best if..."
     "Shut up or next time I'll gag you.  I'm the boss here, and besides,  I'm on the pill."  I lowered myself very gradually feeling him fill me up, and then began to  rhythmically move in various directions, slowly building up the speed and force.  He came first  but I wasn't about to
stop just because he was satisfied.  Finally my emotions crashed and I felt  my spasms squeeze his juices.
     I lowered my sweaty body onto his and was nearly asleep when I  remembered his wrists were still locked tight.  I felt for the key on the bedside stand and gave it to him, making him struggle to work the release in the darkness.

                           CHAPTER SIX

     I awoke the next morning feeling loved and well rested, but Don was no longer there.  I looked in his room but it was empty.  So I bathed, brushed and did the other usual things.  After a little thought I put on some shorts and a simple short sleeved shirt over a set of sexy underwear and went downstairs.  The dining room was void of people so I went into the kitchen.
     "Good morning, Clara.  Where is everybody?"
     "Well, it's about time you got up.  If you are looking for Mr. Grafton, he was here hours ago, went for his run and is probably working hard in the office.  Sarah went to town for some things, Hans is in the barn, and I am here.  Who else are you interested in? 
  And if you want some breakfast, you know where the coffee is, there are fresh buns in the warmer, juice in the refrigerator and melons around here somewhere.  I've got to keep working on dinner for tonight because Mr. Grafton wants me to help with you this afternoon, as if I didn't 
have enough to do."
     "What are you going to do with me?" I asked.
     "I'm sure he will explain everything."
     I poured some coffee and made up a plate of the other things, going out to sit in the sun on the patio to eat.  It was another beautiful day.  But I was sorry that I had not awakened earlier. After such a gruff interplay with Clara I was a little surprised when she brought out the morning
paper, gave it to me and sat down with a cup of coffee herself.
     "Thank you for joining me, Clara."
     "Hmmpf," was her reply, but she did smile.  A few minutes later she said, "I give you credit.  You've certainly got his interest and you're a plucky lass.  Mr. Grafton's seems to be happier and more content than I've seen him in a long time.  Would you like  to help me in the kitchen for a while?"
     I told her I would and soon she had me pealing potatoes, slicing beans, cleaning her pots and pans, polishing the silver and setting the table.  I was a little  surprised when she told me there would be ten people that night.  In the dining room, Hans was busy attaching the golden archway
and panels to upright posts on one side of the area.  It looked like this is where I was to be displayed and I felt a little nervous about it.
     Thinking that a little exercise would settle me down and because I wanted to stay in good shape, I decided to go jogging and, after changing into sneakers set off down a path towards the river.  At the end of the return trip, I stopped in at the gym and with no one around went skinny dipping.
     At the end of about six laps, I saw Don standing there holding a big towel which he wrapped around me as I emerged from the water.  This was followed my a long kiss.
     "Good morning, Pat.  You look prettier than yesterday."
     "Thank you.  You look very attractive yourself.  I wish you had awaken me earlier so I could have gone running with you, although I probably couldn't keep up to your speed."
     "You looked so nice sleeping that I decided not to wake you.  There will be other mornings.  Now, dry yourself off and get into some clothes.  Sarah's going to cut your hair a little shorter and then we'll have lunch."
     "Cut my hair?  Is it too long?" I asked, puzzled.
     "Well, I think the gold stuff would make long hair a mess, your head  would fit in the mask better, and besides, I want to see you with short hair.  Okay?"
     After a pause, I replied, "Sure.  I said you could do whatever you wished with me and I meant it," reaching up for another kiss and enjoying his embrace.
     A few minutes later, Sarah had me sitting in her bathroom in front of a mirror.  She had shown me a picture of the hair style she had selected and it really looked quite good.  I was skeptical that she could duplicate it, but as she worked I could see that she was almost as good as the professionals.  Still, it was funny to feel the breeze on the back of my exposed neck and I did look a little 'shorn'.
     I was happier about things when I saw Don's approving smile when we met for lunch. Again we ate out on the patio.  Sarah and Don discussed some business things, and I admired the way they got along.  She was about three years older and they seemed to have a great deal of mutual respect although I bet they were rivals and fought when they were young.  After lunch, Don invited me to drive into town in Hans' pickup truck to get a few things. 
  The place was fairly small and seemed to be thriving, probably because of the rather affluent people who lived in the surrounding area.  I found myself enjoying the ride and just being with him. 
  The main stop was at a hardware store where the owner and Don loaded a small drum of something into the truck.  I
wondered what was in the drum but didn't ask we drove off to see the rest of the town, returning to his home by a different route that wound through the countryside overlooking the Hudson.
     It was after 3:30 when we parked near his garage.  Don led me into the kitchen and said to Clara, "She's all yours.  Let me know if you need any help and I'll join you in a while."
     "Don, what is she....?"
     "Just do as she says like a good little girl."
     Clara grasped my upper arm and led me down the hallway to a room that I hadn't been in
before.  It actually was two rooms, the first being a small sitting area.  "I don't know whether Mr. Grafton told you, but this house was once owned by a doctor.  I think he was a gynecologist. And he saw patients right here."
     The next room was obviously for examining patients and doing minor procedures.  It seemed well equipped but not very modern
     "Dr. Lafferty, Sarah's husband, has restored the place as he thought it once was.  Now, get undressed, put on the gown there and climb up on the table."
     "What are you going to do?"
     "Are you going to follow my orders or do you want me to call Mr. Grafton?"
     Although I was still protesting in my mind, I disrobed, donned the short gown that tied in the back and lay down.  Clara had me move a little towards the foot of the table and then put my legs up in stirrups, holding them there with straps above and below the knees.  When she went between my separated thighs and pushed my gown up, I reflexivly put both hands down over my pubis.
     "That won't do," she said.  Coming around the table, she took each wrist in turn and encircled it with a leather cuff attached to the side of the table.  Broad  restraining straps across my chest, waist and upper pelvis completed the immobilization.
     "Clara, please tell me what....?"
     "Yes, I will tell you, and if you don't keep quiet, I will take pleasure in gagging that pretty little mouth of yours.  I'm about to shave your pussy barer than a baby's 
bottom.  They don't want a lot of pubic hair hanging all over the place this evening."
     "No, wait a minute.  I want to discuss this with Don.  He didn't say.....mmmph."  That was I got out before several broad strips of elastic tape went across my mouth.
     Clara got a few things out from a nearby cabinet together with a wash basin of hot water. Her touch was not exactly gentle as she lathered me up and started shaving 
me with a straight razor which horrified me.  For a brief minute I struggled and then realized  I could do little and
lying still was probably in my best interests.  The job took her quite a while and I guess she was just being careful.  When she washed off the soap, she saw a few remaining 
hairs and felt some stubs, so she more or less shaved me a second time.
     "I don't have any after shave lotion so I guess you'll have to accept this alcohol."
     I let out a muffled shriek as the cold solution started burning.
     "I didn't think you could stand much.  I'll get the boss and see if he thinks I need to do any more."
     I was still breathing deeply when he walked in, smiling.  "Now isn't  that a pretty site. “He kissed me through the layers of tape, caressed a breast and slid a warm hand down to feel the newly shaved area.  Going between my thighs, he first touched me some more and then tantalized me with his tongue, exploring my very sensitive spots.  I was now nodding 
and obviously begging.
     "Too bad you can't tell me what you want, Pat.  Maybe I'll have check you out with a speculum."  I shook my head from side to side.  "You want something else."  I nodded.  Moments later he had dropped his pants and was filling me up in a very wonderful way.  This time he was far from gentle and the whole thing was driving me crazy.  I came quickly 
and he just continued until we moaned together, me for the second time.
     He removed the tape from my mouth, released my wrists and legs, and  helped me sit up. With his arms holding me tightly, I said, "If I didn't enjoy you so much, I think would have you arrested for assault and battery.  Come to think of it, I might like to see you locked up."
     Kissing me again, he said, "I sort of liked kissing your bare lips, and I don't mean up here. Now it is time to make you my golden girl.  Put this robe on.  We're heading 
for the dining room. Incidentally, I'm going to leave your gold necklace in place."
     As we walked along with arm around me, I said, "Don, I know you're going to cover me from head to foot with some gold stuff.  I remember a James Bond movie in which the girl dies from being coated with gold, and it sort of scares me."
     "Pat, I have been assured that won't happen. Remember that people  wearing tight latex coverings or casts get along fine.  But Sarah's husband is arriving shortly and will be here for the rest of the night.  He is a fine physician, mainly a general practitioner.  Incidentally he also a team
doctor and does minor surgery."
     "Just what I need, a team doctor when my skin can't breathe."
     "That's a myth.  Your skin doesn't have to breathe."
     "If you say so.  And I do trust you.  I keep telling myself it is going  to be fun."
     In the dining room in front of the gold archway, which was now in place, was spread a large clear plastic sheet on which sat a simple wooden stool.  Sarah was  there and Hans was mixing what looked like gold powder into the drum.
     "Is that real gold?" I asked.
     "No, it a synthetic metal powder that looks like gold.  And that is mineral oil.  We're going to start with a standard, water based gold paint, let that dry and 
then coat you with the oil-powder mix.  We think that will achieve the desired appearance."
     "I hope the appearance will be desirable," was my quiet comment as he removed my robe and sat me on the stool.  Both he and Hans then donned aprons and gloves, picked up fairly good sized brushes and dipped them into cans of paint resting on the tarpaulin.
     With broad smiles on their faces, they both began painting me, starting at my neck and working downwards.  Occasionally. They would have me stand, raise my arms, 
spread my legs, lift one foot and then the other, etc.  Don was the one who did the job between my legs and as I felt the brush penetrate me a ways, I saw Sarah lift her hand to her mouth, somewhat appalled. Then using smaller brushes they attacked my face and neck but spared my hair, saying that they were not sure how easy it would be to get the paint off.  I guess they didn't think of my eyebrows which were not spared nor were my lips.  Using heat lamps and hair dryers, 
the first layer was then dried.  A few places needed some touching up but finally they were satisfied.
     Sarah came over to ask how I felt, saying I looked like a statue.  She asked Don whether that one coat wasn't sufficient but he said that they wanted a glistening look and indeed the paint was rather flat.  I was wondering whether the oil alone wouldn't have sufficed but who was I to say.
     Don looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late and people will be arriving before long. Let's get the oil on my beauty."
     They used another set of brushes for the oil and this time they started on the top of my head, laughing as the oil seeped down over my face, into my ears, nose and 
mouth.  I laughed but this led to some sputtering when the stuff went into my mouth.  It then occurred to me that my
face was going to be in a mask!  Why paint and oil it?  Well, it was  certainly too late to raise the question.  Meanwhile the rest of my body was being covered.  Finally they finished.  I was standing in a puddle of the golden oil and wondered whether I would slip.  Sarah took a large mirror from the wall and brought it over so I could see myself.
     It was sort of unbelievable.  There stood a gold, very feminine statue....and it was me. Don and Hans took off their gloves and clapped their approval.  Sarah then insisted on some photographs and I later found out she had taken several during the painting process.  She had me pose with my hands covering some strategic spots as well as some that showed 
everything.
     "Okay, Pat.  It's time for you to become part of my creation.  I'm going to let you get up in it so I don't get that gold oil all over myself.  But leave you head out 
while we pick up the tarpaulin, brushes, paint and oil."
     I carefully mounted the low stool and one after the other locked my  limbs into their receptacles.  After the things had been cleared away, Don came over to me and was about to put my head in the mask.
     "My God, Pat, we didn't have to paint your head, and that stuff is  going to coat the inside of the mask."
     "Now's a great time for you to finally put your brain in motion.  How about wiping the stuff off and maybe putting a little Saran wrap inside the mask?" I asked.
     He thought it was a good idea but decided to wrap my head with the Saran wrap rather than try to cover the inside of the mask.  He apologized several times as he applied the transparent film, making sure to avoid covering my nostrils and leaving small openings  for my eyes, not that I could see much through the small apertures in the mask.
     I realized my face was going to be quite hot and already my lips were sealed, but I tried to relax as he put my head in position and swung the back of the mask closed.  It latched with a snap.
     "You are truly a beauty, Pat.  I'm going to pull a drape over the archway so everything will be dark.  We've got to go and get dressed.  People will be here very soon. The plan is to have drinks in the library and we will then come in here for the unveiling and for dinner.  I don't know how long you are going to be able to stay as you are, so I'll check with you  several times.  See you soon....and don't go away."
     Suddenly it was completely dark.  I was happy I didn't suffer from claustrophobia.  I moved slightly trying to adjust my feet a little and from time to time  shifted my weight as best I could, but in reality I was pretty fixed in position.  I imagined how I was going to look when the drape was removed and wondered what the people would think, seeing me.  The thoughts got me a little excited for I knew I would be stimulated if I saw a woman or a man displayed this way. As the minutes crawled by I decided that when the time came, I would try to hold as still as possible and keep my breathing smooth and slow in order to see if they could tell if I were real.
     Happily I didn't seem to have any itches, but my face was sweating like mad and a little of the oil was running into the boots making my feet slide outwards, but still I was fairly comfortable.  Soon, I had no idea how much time had passed.  At one point, someone lifted the corner of the drape and I heard Clara ask, "Pat, are you okay in that  thing?"  I grunted and she said that she guessed that was a 'yes'.  I grunted again after which I was again in darkness.
     Finally I heard some distant voices and knew there were people in the room.  After a minute, it grew quiet and I heard Don speaking.  It was very hard for me to make out the words. I recognized India, Rahjiv, drawings and a few others but most of what he said was unintelligible.
     There was another moment of silence and then suddenly I was struck in the eyes with bright light as the drape fell, the flood lights having been turned on at some point.  There were immediate oh's and ah's and then considerable applause.  I could just see Don and Rahjiv standing on each side of me.  Then the others were walking closer and I heard, "Where 
did you get the gold manikin?"
     "She's very real, thanks to Don here," Rahjiv said.  "Well, Indira, what do you think of my gift to you?"
     Then Don's voice, "Indira, the woman does not come with the archway."
     There was a little laughter and then someone asked, "Is she really real?"
     "Yes.  You can touch her if you wish but be careful to not get any stuff on your clothing. There are some paper towels on that table to wipe your hands and the oil should come off with soap and water."
     A few hands did touch me mainly on my arms and waist, and I knew that my nipples were erect and large.  Then a dark skinned, slender woman with a red, religious spot on her forehead was standing in front of me.
     "It's all so marvelous, and she is so beautiful, Don.  How can we ever thank you?"
     "Oh, your husband has been generous and I have enjoyed the challenge, Indira."
     "I would have done only one thing differently, Don."
     "And what is that?"
     "I would have posed her with her gold chain running from one nipple to the other.  The chain is sort of lost up around her pretty neck."
     If it were possible, I would have gasped, particularly when Don said he could change things.  He was gone for several minutes as more people felt me.  Then suddenly he was applying some type of clips to my nipple after which he opened my necklace and attached it somehow to the nipple clamps.  I proudly stifled a moan as people gasped and clapped.
     "Okay, time to eat.  Would everyone please take your seats."  He then came close to be and said, "You're spectacular, Pat, and everyone loves you.  Can you stand 
it a little longer?  If so, I plan to release you just before dessert, and you join us at the table. 
  I have a gold robe for you.  Or do you want to be released now?"
     My uh-uh-uh indicated a 'no' and he said he was proud of me.
     The nipple chain felt heavy and I knew they would be sore tomorrow.  By the time people had finished the main courses, I really was tired and my feet hurt but I resolved to say nothing, particularly if Clara was around.  Then Don dropped the drape, opened the mask, unwrapped my sweaty head and kissed me.  I chuckled at him for he now had a gold lipstick mark on his mouth.
     After he released my hands and feet and helped me stand, steadying me for a moment, I said, "Thanks.  That was quite an experience.  Now will you please, please take those clamps or clips off my nipples before I sock you or smear my body on you nice tuxedo." 
  If I had known how much it was going to hurt when the blood rushed into my poor nubs, I might have been able to stifle the soft quiet cry that followed.
     He opened a door I had not seen in back of me, wrapped me in a blanket and carried me upstairs to my bathroom.  He was till there when I finished washing off the oil and most of the paint.  Still my body had a gold hue which with my tan had a rather pleasing effect.
     "Don, I'm afraid the rest is going to have to wait for a sauna or something stronger than soap.  Am I presentable?" I asked as I stepped out of the shower.
     "You're just great.  I guess you could really get dressed but, having been a model, let's just see how you look wrapped in the gold robe.  I also have some knee high gold colored boots for you.  The final touch was the replacement of my chain, this time where  it belonged on my neck.  I blew dry my hair which also had a gold tinge and proudly 
accompanied him down stairs.
     The people stood up and clapped when we entered, and this continued until I was seated on Don's right. Practically everyone had finished eating, but some were drinking coffee.  I in turn was still far too excited to eat anything.  My biggest surprise came when I saw that the maid who served me the glass of wine I requested was the efficient, attractive 
receptionist or secretary from Don's office.  Boy, was he going to have some explaining to do.
     I was bombarded with questions from the guests about how I felt in the archway, and my basic answer was that it felt like I was part of the archway and was unaware of anything else that was happening around me.  I met Sarah's husband, Ed, and he seemed happy that I had not apparently suffered.  Most interesting was Indira.  She was truly beautiful, dressed in a blue sari wrapped around a white cotton shirt.
     Indira took off a little from the others and said, "I am sorry I suggested the nipple chain.  I hope you forgive me. It just sort of came out.  You see, I have pierced  nipples and wear a little chain sometimes for Rahjiv.  Was it really hard to be in that archway,  spread eagled that way?"
     "No, not really.  Actually I was pretty excited and still am.  Do you really have holes in your nipples?"
     "Yes and I'll be glad to show them to you if you wish.  But I have a favor to ask of you.  I know Rahjiv would like place me in that archway when we get it to our home in India, but I would like to have you show me how it works so I won't be afraid when the time comes.  Would you do that for me, maybe tomorrow before we leave?"
     "I'd be delighted if it is all right with Don.  I'll ask him tonight.  And maybe you will show me how to dress like you do and will tell me more about yourself and  Rahjiv."
     The party soon broke up, some of the guests going to their own homes, the Jammu's and the Lafferty's going to their rooms, Clara and Hans were still cleaning up and Don was just standing there smiling at me.
     "What's so funny, Don?  And by the way, what's with that pretty young thing from your office that you had waiting on you tonight?"
     "Oh, that's Gloria.  Are you jealous?"  He grabbed my wrist as I swung at him, and pulled me into his arms.  "You don't have to worry about her.  I once thought she was attractive, but it turns out that her tastes run in a different direction.  She has a live and sleep in partner who is a professional dominatrix.  Gloria is actually an excellent and intelligent  secretary who likes to make a little extra money by helping out up here on occasions such as tonight.  I won't have her come back again unless you approve.  But in a way, I am glad you're jealous for it must mean you care fore me a little."
     "Perhaps just a tiny bit.  I guess I am just a little tired.  Do we still have time for a sauna without you throwing me in that tub?"
     A few minutes later, I was lying face down on the middle bench in the hot room, sweat beginning to open my pores as he poured oil on me and massaged some slightly sore and tense
muscles.  He then asked if I didn't want to be switched a little and I looked at him, puzzled.
     "You know, feel a few light cane or strap pats on your rump?"
     "Do you think it would wake me up?"
     "It might."  He left me for a moment and I then felt and heard a snap as a strap came
down gently on one buttock, followed by another gentle crack.
     "That's sort of nice.  But I'm still half asleep."  The next few blows were very slightly painful and I began to get excited.
     "Pat, it's time for bed.  One of these days we can continue this if you ask but I'm not in favor right now.  Let's shower and then get you tucked in.
     Later making love to him was ecstasy.  He took his time, waiting until  I was very ready before he possessed me and I fell to sleep in his arms.

                          CHAPTER SEVEN

     This time I wakened before he did.  For a few minutes I just looked at him, admiring what I could see of his body.  Then I gently disentangled his arm from its position around me and headed for the bathroom.  It was my intention when I returned to get dressed and leave the room without waking him, but he had moved a little, turned down the covers and 
was looking at me, inviting me back to bed.
     Little did I know that while I was in emptying my bladder, he had found the handcuffs from wherever they had been.  The next thing I knew we were struggling and 
laughing as he tried to fasten them on me.  I rolled onto my stomach and managed to keep my hands under me for a short time but he was far stronger than I.  First he got my right hand, fastening one cuff around the wrist and hauling it towards the head of the bed.  The metal bit in a little and I reached with my other hand to relieve the pull.  This was a mistake for he got both hands above the bed's crosspiece and my left wrist felt the cold metal go around it.
     Well at least I was on my stomach and for a moment I thought this would thwart any plans he had.  But he pushed the covers completely off me, straddled my thighs,  grasped my hips and lifted.  With my hind end up and my weight on my knees, he moved forward and I felt his now erect penis slide over my anus heading for parts he was now fairly familiar 
with.  I was still a little dry but this changed rapidly when I felt his hands grasp my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples that were still sore from the clamps.
     "Bastard.  Let me go before I scream.
     Two things happened that silenced me.  The first, and most important, was the fact that his penis slid easily into me.  The second was that he grasped my hair, bent my head back and covered my mouth with his hand.
     As he began moving in and out he said, "Next time maybe I'll gag you."
     I quickly found I could increase our pleasure by moving my butt in such a way that he went deeper and deeper, faster and faster until I cried out in the throes of extreme pleasure.  He let me collapse forward and fell on top of me.
     Later with his arms still holding me and my wrists still cuffed over the rail, I asked, "Do you think you will ever run out of ideas?  I hope not.  The things you do  are driving me crazy."
     "As attractive, understanding and playful as you are, and as long as you stimulate my mind as well as my body, I don't think you have to worry."
     "Maybe I should be worried.  Now I have a small favor to ask.  Indira  wants me to show her how the archway works without her husband knowing it.  She is a little  afraid.  I said I would if it was all right with you.  In return I want to learn more about her, find out how she wears that
beautiful sari.  That silk looks so inviting."
     "It's fine with me.  Actually I think the archway now belongs to her and Rahjiv.  If she herself tries it, you may have to adjust the height of the boots for she is shorter than you.  Do you want me present?"
     I told him I didn't think so.  We went to our own bathrooms, dressed, met for a run followed by breakfast and I then went to find Indira.  Clara was nowhere to be seen and Don had told me that she and Hans had the day off.  Sarah and her husband also had  departed for their own home.
     I found Indira in her room alone.  She was dressed like me in a simple shirt and shorts. Almost her first words were, "Did you ask Don?"  I told her what Don had said and she seemed happy that he would not be present.  The archway was still in position in the dining room and sparkled in the sunlight coming in through the windows.  I first showed her 
the spring mechanisms operated and how to open the gauntlets and boots after they closed into the locked position.  In
doing this, I locked my left hand and then released it with my right while  standing on the stool. Then I had her do the same.  She was tense but seemed very interested in proceeding.
     "Pat, do you get into the thing by yourself?"
     "I can except for the mask which has to be closed by someone else," and  proceeded to show how that worked, after which I had her lock it and then open it.  Do you want to try it?"
     "I don't know.  I think I would like you to go first; then maybe I'll feel more at ease."
     Although I was a little nervous about relying on her, she seemed to have learned how to release things, so I locked my limbs in place.  She then stood on the stool 
and enclosed my head. "Can you hear anything or move?"
     I mumbled a yes and immediately she popped the mask open.
     "I couldn't understand what you said, Pat, and got nervous."
     As she released my hands and feet, I said, "The uh you heard was a yes. 
  A series of uh's means 'no' or 'please release me. Understand?"
     "Yes and I think I'm ready."
     "Wonderful, Indira.  I think you will love it once you relax and let it  happen.  Let me adjust the position of the boots to your height.  Other than for that, we are about the same size." It took only a moment to figure out how to loosen the fitting that clamped the boot to the side panel, slide it up and re-tighten it.
     She climbed up on the stool, placed her right hand in the gauntlet and jumped a little as it locked on her.  As she was reaching up with her other hand, I stopped her and said, "Indira, wait a moment.  If you truly want to feel what it's like to be immobilized in the archway, you really should be naked."
     "I don't think I.....well, if you say so, but please don't leave me, even for a second."
     I released her hand and she slipped off her shirt, shorts and panties.  Like me, she wasn't wearing a bra.  As she climbed back up and, one by one locked her hands and 
feet into their receptacles, I admired her brown skin and the deep pigmentation of the areolas of her breasts. There were no rings in her nipples which sort of disappointed me.
     "Pat, this isn't too bad but I'm pretty exposed down there just like you were last night.  I guess I'm ready to put my head in the mask."
     I gently pushed her face into the front of the gold mask and felt her momentarily resist as she felt the pressure of the leather.  I closed and locked the back shut and heard a little moan.
"Are you okay?"
     There was an 'uh' and then silence.  I could see her try to move her body and sensed that her nipples were more prominent.  I touched the lower curve of her breasts and felt her move a little towards me.  Then I realized that I also was getting excited.  This was a side of me that I
really had never explored but I found myself feeling and looking closely at her nipples.  Indeed there were holes for rings.  Somehow I couldn't keep from planting a gentle, 
moist kiss on one nipple, eliciting a muffled moan from Indira.  Then she was moving a little more strenuously,
seeming to try to pull her hands out from the gauntlets.  Quickly I released her head, hands and then her feet.
     "No, Pat, I didn't want to be freed.  I wanted you to touch me more A  lot more."
     "Do you want to go back in?
     "No, I guess not.  My feelings were getting the better of me and I was losing control."
     This seemed like an odd statement and certainly was foreign to me.  I suddenly realized that I enjoyed being under someone else's control.....and occasionally controlling someone else. But I respected Indira's feelings and helped her step down.
     After she had dressed, she took my hand and led me up to her room.  "Now it's your turn to get undressed.  I'm going to make you into a proper Indian woman but keep in mind that
women are looked down upon in my country.  They belong to their men who can as they please. Rahjiv is quite considerate but occasionally scares me.  Let's start with your caste mark."
     With me seated at her dresser, she took a special pen and very carefully drew a deep red dot on my forehead, lining it slightly with another pen.  "Let that dry. It won't be as dark as mine and should wash off fairly easily if you use alcohol.
     "Now, stand up and slip the sandals on your feet.  As far as the sari is concerned, it usually is worn with a shirt but in real hot, humid weather the sari alone can be used."  She picked up a beautiful blue, broad and long piece of silk, had me hold one end under arm, and showed me how to wrap it around me sort of like a sarong, but with the tail end going over one shoulder and my head to drape finally down my front.
     I noticed that although the silk was very thin, it was surprisingly  strong and my body felt very nice in its tight wrap, remarking in this to Indira.
     "Yes, Pat, and if your husband thinks that you have stared or in some  way encouraged another man, he can wrap you very tightly from head to toe, binding you in silk in an inescapable way.  Rahjiv did this once to me and I learned my lesson."
     "It's just silk.  I think I could escape," I said.
     "From what, Pat?" came a question from Rahjiv who had quietly walked in.  "Incidentally, you look very nice dressed that way.  I hope you wear it to lunch that way.  We will be leaving this afternoon after that."  He listened as Indira confessed what she had told me.  He then left and Indira said that she also would put on a sari and I could watch.  Also, she  would show me her nipple rings if I wanted to see them for she knew I was interested.
     The rings were gold of course and had tiny hinges that allowed them to opened.  I winced as she threaded one through a nipple but she said that it was only slightly sensitive now that the holes were well formed.  With both in place she invited me to examine them closely, which I did.
     "I don't think I would like my nipples pierced," I observed.  "Someone could snap a leash on them and lead me around."  But I was aware that my pulse was more rapid  and my palms moist.
     Indira finished dressing and we went down to the patio hand in hand, joining the men who were already there.  Both stood up politely and Don looked particularly pleased when he saw how I was dressed.
     "Do you think Pat would be worth anything in your country, Rahjiv?" Don asked.
     "Like most women, the answer is 'very little' unless she bears children easily and is a good worker."
     "Don, don't listen to him or you will be sorry," I exclaimed.
     After lunch, Indira with a twinkle in her eye said to the men that I  had been interested in the strength of silk but felt I could escape from any wrapping.
     From Don came the words, "That sounds interesting."
     Before I could say anything, Rahjiv said, "Don, maybe this could be my parting gift to both of you.....a wrapped up package of one Pat Anderson.  Let's get her upstairs."
     I jumped up and started for the door but Don was quicker than I.  He encircled my arms within the sari as Rahjiv grabbed my feet.  Bucking and yelling with everybody laughing except me, I was unceremoniously carried up to Indira's room, thrown on the bed and Don held me there while the other two took out 3 or 4 more big sheets of silk.  The first two covered me from neck to beyond my toes and as I was rolled onto each, they were pulled as tight as possible several
times, binding my arms tightly to my sides.  The last two covered me from above my head down, forcing me to close my eyes.  I wondered whether I was going to be able to  breathe but found that air passed through the layers fairly well.  However as moisture built up near my mouth from yelling and salivating, I found myself breathing entirely through my nose.  They finished the job with what I later learned were multiple sashes of silk tied tightly around my trunk at several levels.
     And there I was.  I was hot, sweating and struggling, completely unable to get any purchase on the inner silk layers with my hands, and I found I could not really bend my elbows or slide my arms in any direction.  For a moment I rested wondering whether everyone had left.
Then I started again to strain and buck.
     Sounding like he was several feet away, I heard Don ask, "Pat, I don't think you are going anywhere.  Do you want to give up?"
     "Unnnh, unnh, unnh." and struggled harder.
     "Well, I'll just sit here with the morning paper..  Please grunt every so often so I'll know you're getting enough oxygen."
     I gave a grunt and tried rolling but couldn't bend my knees and hips very much.  Finally, I just lay there and enjoyed the feelings of helplessness and confinement.  Maybe I should have grunted again because Don was suddenly untying and unwrapping me as fast as possible.  As my face was exposed, I just smiled at him.
     "I think you scared me on purpose, you imp.  Now you'll claim that with  time you could have freed yourself."
     "But of course," I said as he finished the unwrapping right down to my  soaked panties.  I kissed him, dressed in my own American clothes and we went for a walk, hand in hand.
     When we came to the barn, he took me inside and showed me the stalls which were mainly empty except for a couple that contained cows and three that contained beautiful horses.  There was a tackle room with all the harnesses neatly hung up and places for the  saddles.  In one room
near the back entrance, a small sulky was sort of displayed.  The two  tongues going forward from the foot rest, seemed awfully close together for an average horse and I  asked Don about it.
     "Well it is designed for a pony or a pony girl."
     "A what??"
     "A pony girl.  Some of my friends have pony girls which they show or  even race.  I got interested but could never find the right one, and besides, I couldn't  spend the time looking and buying."
     "Don, please don't kid with me.  You mean people really have pony girls?  I don't believe it."
          "Maybe I'll show you sometime.  You'd make a very pretty pony."
     I was convinced he was pulling my leg and dropped the subject.
     "What's on our schedule now that the Jammu's have left.  I assume they took the archway."
     "Hans will pack that up tomorrow when he returns from his day off.  Tonight, we have been invited to a dinner at the Hastings.  They were here last night but you 
probably didn't meet them.  Sarah and Ed will be there along with some others.  It's sort of a birthday party for Sarah
and in her honor, everyone will dress in early European dress.  She put some things in your closet for you to wear,"
     "Sounds interesting.  But when do I get to try your medieval things?"
     "The scenario that you so kindly offered to play a major role in will start when you least expect it.  Thought you should have a few days of peace and quiet first."
     "Well, I think this is my third wonderful day with you, and I don't think my heart rate has been normal since I arrived.  And I have loved every minute."

CHAPTER EIGHT

     Sarah was in my room when I arrived there and had laid out some interesting, Spanish appearing clothes.  Where they came from was not clear but being an authority on just such things, she was not about to have me dress in anything that was not authentic for that period.  After I had showered, she watched as I first donned a light camisole or slip.  The she picked up an "old-fashioned" corset with stiff stays.
     "Now Pat, we'll see if we can do a few things to your figure.  As I lace this up, please try to hold in your gut.  And you can't object for I am wearing something similar."
     The corset ran from just below my breasts down to my pubis, and it progressively constricted my waist, pushing my boobs up, as she drew it tighter and tighter until my ability to breathe seemed a little restricted.  Then she had me put on several more layers, the outer one being a fine, purple velvet gown that buttoned up to my neck.  The numerous under garments
gave me sort of bustle and I wondered how I was going to be able to sit comfortably.  The final touches were a wide and thick, ruffled thing that formed a high collar under my chin, and a wig into which she inserted a fashionable comb.  The shoes were lace ups with high heels.
     As I looked in the mirror, I really looked like someone from two or three centuries earlier.  My thoughts went to my commitment to Don to play a role in his enactment of some dark pages in history, but this was slated for several days hence.  He joined us a few minutes later, planted a quick kiss on my rouged cheek and off we went, with Sarah dressed in even finer clothes than I and Don in a dark, frock-like suit and ruffled shirt.
     The home of the Henderson's was older and larger than Don's.  It was mainly a manor with more of a farm setting, including a large cobblestone courtyard complete with hitching posts.  I was presented rather formally to Mr. And Mrs. Henderson, bowing as instructed my Sarah, and then Don and I began to mix with the other guests.  Sarah as the guest of honor was sort of the center of attention, and I was quite content to be sort of ignored.  The cocktails and dinner were
delicious and were served by multiple maids and servants, all dressed in period costumes.  It was really quite a presentation but I was a little bored, particularly during dinner for I was seated between two rather elderly gentleman who had imbibed a little too much, and Don was seated far away.
     At least it was boring until......the doors to the dining room were thrown open and in marched several soldiers or guards accompanied my a priest, The soldier who seemed to be in charge came to the head of the table and asked, "Is there a Patricia Anderson present?"
     A hush fell over the crowd and everyone looked at me.  "I'm Pat Anderson," I said in a soft voice.  The soldiers immediately surrounded me and grasped my arms firmly.  "Wait, what are you doing?"
     "You are wanted by the king and the church for crimes against the country and for heresy.  Also, you are under suspicion for adultery and for casting spells.  Let no one present interfere as we put her in irons and to keep her speaking she is to be placed in branks and hooded."
     As a hand was clamped across my mouth and I started to struggle, I saw Sarah coming towards me and wondered whether she was going to intervene.  "That woman has stolen one of my gowns and should also be accused of theft.
     The hand was taken from my mouth but before I could yell my wig was torn off and an iron cage was placed on my head with a round protrusion that was jammed into my mouth, filling it and muffling my words.  I recognized it as the same one Don had put on me in the past, and I now knew for sure that my time had come to serve as a model and play the role we had discussed.
     I was wrestled to the floor and hands quickly unbuttoned and removed my gown, the lace collar, my petticoats and my shoes, leaving me in the corset and the camisole.  Then a crossbar with attached collar and wrist irons was placed on me.  This also was the same as I had worn for Don.  I then became aware of Ken, Don's security man, taking pictures of me surrounded by the others.  He was using both a still camera and a camcorder.  Well, I might as well make it look good so I continued to struggle and kick.  One of the soldiers then tied a short rope to one ankle and then did the same to the other so that I was effectively hobbled.
     Using another rope attached to a ring in the iron collar I was then more or less dragged out of the house and into the courtyard, aided also by soldiers pulling on my arms.  I was confronted by a low wooden cart with wooden wheels, a ass or donkey standing quietly in place in front.  I felt myself lifted up and the back of the cart was slammed closed behind me after which a chain was passed around my waist holding me in an upright position against the rear of the cart. 
The people who had followed me out were yelling and accusing me of one thing or another and a few picked some small stones and started throwing them.  One of the guards, perhaps feeling a little sorry, threw a heavy cloth over me and it did protect me although it prevented me from seeing where we were going.
     The journey seemed to take for ever.  It was bumpy and I kept being thrown from one side to another.  Luckily it was not particularly cold.  My biggest concern was keeping the collar from cutting into my neck.
     Finally we came to a stop.  Without removing the cloth covering my head, I was taken into some type of building.  The stone surface of the floor beneath my feet seemed rough and cold.  
     "Stand still, Patricia.  We are going to remove the cloth, your brank and your irons.  If you try to escape, you will be beaten severely," came a female voice.  And when I could see again, it was Clara, dressed in a gray uniform of sorts with a wide leather belt from which dangled a large key ring.  Hans was also there, dressed as some type of guard.  Neither was smiling.
     I was standing in a basement of some type with several cells, some of which had bars and others simply thick wooden doors.  Chains and ropes hung from the walls and there were low benches, stools, tables and chairs.  On one of the tables lay several whips, canes and floggers which immediately got my attention and fear.  An Iron maiden stood in a corner and there was a copy of the infamous rack along one wall.  The only heat came from a large fireplace in which coals burned on a grate.  
     With the brank removed from my head and the bar uncoupled from my neck and wrists, it felt wonderful to lower my hands and move my head around, wondering what was going to happen next.
     "Turn around so I can remove your corset and then get out of that camisole.  Here the accused wear this," Clara said and handed me a coarse, dirty white simple garment without collar or sleeves.  She watched as I stripped and then pulled the garment down over my head.
     "Clara, what's going to happen to me now?" I asked.
     "Quiet, Patricia, and my name is not Clara.  Pedro has something new for you to wear and then we are going to lock you up in a cozy place for the night."
     I looked behind me to see Hans....or Pedro....coming at me with some peculiar type of iron collar.  As he locked it around my neck I could see that it had about six radiating bars sticking out about ten or so inches from the collar to which they were welded.  I immediately grasped two of the bars to steady the collar and keep it from pressing in on my neck.  Then I was led to the side of the room, pushed down and made to enter a cage that was about four feet square.
     I grabbed at the edges of the cage entrance and uttered a loud, "No, please," but Pedro pulled my arm free and shut the door with a loud clang.  Looking out I could see Ken taking pictures and guessed that he was going to be doing this with each event.  I wondered where Don was.
     After they left me I saw there was a pail of water in one corner but otherwise the cage was empty.  Immediately I realized that getting comfortable was going to be a major problem.  I couldn't stand or stretch out, and the horrible collar kept me from resting my head against practically anything.  As I was shaking the bars of the cage and trying to get at the lock, the  lights went out and I was in complete darkness.
     Finally, I just squatted on my haunches and rested my head forward against my thighs, the bars of the collar resting on my knees.  In this position I fell asleep.  But the rest of the long  night was a series of aches, pains, struggling to find a comfortable position, and yelling for anybody, interspersed with short naps.  At one point I tried drinking a little of the water from the pail but
because of the collar spikes or bars, most of the water went onto the front of my garment, making me even more miserable.  And when my bladder got uncomfortable full, I said the hell with it, and pissed right through the bottom of the cage.

                           CHAPTER NINE

     By the time the lights came on, I was tired, cranky and ached all over.  Hans entered carrying a bowl of gruel, a cup of what turned out to be tea, and two apples, followed my Ken with his cameras.
     In a pleading voice, I said, "Listen, you two, this business has stopped being fun.  I thought you were my friends and if you have any compassion for me, please tell Don that I want very much to speak to him."
     It was Ken who answered.  "Pat, I guess we both feel a little sorry for you.  I am going to take a few more pictures in your pitiful state.  Then I will talk with Don.  Hans is just carrying  out orders so don't blame him.  After you eat we will be back to take you out of the cage and will get that thing off your neck.  You are slated to appear before a priest soon after that."
     I mumbled some type of acceptance, started eating and was surprised when everything tasted wonderful.  Ken had left when Hans (?should I call him Pedro?) opened the cage, helped me to stand on my cramped legs, and removed the horrible collar.  When Don appeared a few minutes later, I was almost feeling my usual self and had stopped hating everybody.
     Don quickly embraced me and I responded by snuggling against his warm body.  He raised my chin with his hand and his mouth tenderly found mine.  "I'm sorry, Pat.  I didn't think it would be so terrible on you.  We'll call the whole thing off."
     "Wait, Don.  I guess I sort of over-reacted.  And if getting you to hold me this way is my reward for last night, maybe I'll I consider going through it all again.  I don't want you to stop your little scenario just because of my little outburst this morning.  And please don't tell Clara.  She thinks I don't have what it takes."
     "Are you sure?  You know I wondered whether you might be doing this to examine yourself.  But Pat, please don't feel that our relationship depends upon how you do over the next day or so.  I'm very much taken with you.  Now if you still are willing to go ahead, here is what's planned for today.  You will be questioned by the priest with particular attention to the most serious accusation.  That is the crime of heresy.  If you deny it, you will be questioned in a more
severe manner, namely by the strap ado and rack.  It will all be filmed so refer to Hans as Pedro if you have to call him anything.  At some point you will confess to heresy, and then you will be sentenced.  Now, do you want to go ahead?"
     "Don, the answer is yes, but it would make me feel better if you could arrange to be with me tonight.  I miss you."
     "I think that can be arranged."  He hugged and kissed me again, unmindful of the fact that Hans was still in the room.  "Pedro, the prisoner is all yours."
     As Don left, Pedro ordered me to turn around and I felt him begin to lash my wrists together behind my back using a leather strap of some type.  He wasn't being particularly gentle. Next he locked an iron collar around my neck.  This was a simple affair compared to what I had worn all night. Attached to it was a three foot length of chain and he used this to lead me out into the large room where the table was now in the middle with several chairs arranged on one side. 
Clara was sitting in one of them and rose to meet us.  Nearby was the wooden chair with all the pointed bumps or pyramids that I had sat on in Don's museum and I thought this was where Hans, or Pedro, was leading me.  Instead I was led up to a post on top of which was sort of a pillory with holes for hands and neck.  Clara opened the two sections, Pedro forced my head into position, and she closed and fastened the sections together.  I was now bent forward looking primarily at my bare feet.  My hands were still lashed together behind me.
     "Remain silent, slut.  The high priest will be here in a while," said Clara.
     Happily, the priest arrived before I got too uncomfortable.  He was dressed in a long, brown robe and sandals  with the cowl of his robe pushed back.  He was moderately overweight and I almost laughed for he looked exactly like a story book friar.  However his stern countenance gave me pause.  He walked around me several times before he sat down at the table.
     "Patricia, you have been accused of multiple crimes.  Do you confess to them all?"
     Deciding to go along with the act, I answered, "Father, I do not know what I have been accused of, and therefore cannot answer.  Besides, don't I get a lawyer?"
     "The judgment of the Church is not influenced by any counselor, and you don't look like you could afford one anyway.  We will proceed.  Don Alfredo, who visited you earlier, has accused you of casting a love spell on him and luring him away from his fiancée.  His sister says you stole from her.  How do you plead?"
     "Sir, I admit to loving Don but he shares that love willingly, and his sister loaned me the clothes."
     "I am entering a plea of innocent on your record."  He went ahead with several other accusations which I also denied any knowledge of and then said, "Your most serious crime is that of heresy, and you have blasphemed God in front of others.  How do you plead?"
     "I have never taken the Lord's name in vain, Father."
     "Pedro, I have heard enough from this woman and believe she is lying.  Test her with the strap ado.  I will return later to hear her confession.....and don't go easy on her."
     "Sir...," I tried to answer but he had already left the room.  Pedro unfastened my head from the stock and led me over to a corner of the room where a rope dangled down from a pulley high overhead.  He looped the rope around my bound wrists, walked over to the wall and started pulling down on the other portion of the rope.
     Gradually my hands were pulled upwards and I bent forward to relieve the tension.  But there quickly came a point when the strain began to hurt my shoulders.  He stopped pulling and simply watched as I moved around, centering myself under the pulley, finding a little slack.  Immediately, he pulled some more, causing me to moan from the discomfort and rise up on my toes.
     He again stopped, fastened the rope and walked over to me, taking out a leather whip which he lashed across my protruding rump.  When I moved away from him, the pull on my shoulders increased, as it did with each subsequent blow.  By then I was crying and pleading.  He stopped and I was about to thank him when he unfastened the rope and pulled my hands even higher.  I thought my shoulders were about to dislocate and yelled for him to stop.
     At first he ignored my pleas but when I said, "Please get the priest," he released the rope and allowed me to fall to my knees.  After attaching my neck chain to a U-shaped fixture low down on the wall, he left the room and I was again aware of Ken taking more pictures.
     About two or three hours seemed to pass before Pedro returned carrying a tray on which there was a hard roll, a pear, a ham bone and a tankard of what turned out to be red wine.  Without a word, he untied my wrists and again left me.  It took almost a minute before I could
comfortable get my shoulders loose enough to move my hands in front of me and begin eating.  The wine tasted particularly good and, in anticipation of what else might happen that day, I drank
it all.  Pedro returned soon afterwards, this time with the priest.
     "Well, Patricia, I understand you wish to confess to your crimes."
     I had thought about this moment and decided that admitting to practically everything wasn't going to hurt me, but the idea of saying I had blasphemed God and was a heretic seemed wrong even in this setting.  When I told the priest this, he became irate, cursed me and also told Pedro that he had done a very poor job.
     "Now, strip her and put her on the rack.  I want a full confession or you will find yourself being put to the question.  I'll return at the end of the day to have her sign the necessary documents, and I don't want to find her resting comfortably."
     After he left, Pedro said to me, "I'm very sorry, Pat.  Will you disrobe or will you make me do it?"
     "Well, I can't pull it up over my head with the chain fastening my collar to the wall. Anyway, why don't we just wait a few hours and then you can put me on the rack," I said.
     He looked at me a moment, unfastened the chain from the wall, and pulled me over to the rack which at that point looked very formidable.  Without hesitating as I started to protest, he picked me up and dropped me, not too gently, on the table.  I struggled as he fastened heavy wristlets and anklets in place, went to the head of the table and spun the roller device several times, the chains drawing my limbs a short distance towards the corners of the table.
     "Hans, please wait a minute.  I have to go to the bathroom, and besides we should talk about this.  Otherwise, I'm going to start yelling and calling you all sorts of things."
     His answer to this was to quickly place a leather gag over my lower face, forcing an attached leather ball into my mouth.  "You will do no yelling or name calling.  I will go slow but when you are ready to confess, I'll know it."
     At that point he used a knife to start a rip in my simple garment and then used his hands to tear it from neck to bottom, pulling the coarse material from under me and staring at my nudity. There was no way I could cover up my bare breasts or my pubis, and I felt much more naked than when he had seen me covered in gold paint.
     Partly to retaliate and partly because I really had to go, I urinated all over the table.  He
looked at me a moment longer, left the room and returned with a bucket of water which he proceeded to pour over me.  It was icy cold and I yelled into the gag.  Then he turned the spokes attached to the roller some more until I was spread out with only a little slack left in the chains running from the cuffs.
     For a moment he left me and went to stoke the coals in the fireplace.  He turned on some type of blower and immediately the coals were burning more fiercely than before and I could feel the heat where I lay.  To my dismay he put several pointed iron bars and a long branding iron into the coals and left them there.  One move of these towards me was going to lead to shrieks and immediate confession to anything.
     Pedro returned to the head of the rack and turned the roller still farther until my limbs were clear of the table and I could feel the strain in all my joints.  I moaned and tried to turn or twist but found all movement except for my head, fingers and toes to be impossible.  I was now breaking out in a sweat.  Ken moved in for some close-ups of my glistening body.
     Strangely, although my joints were somewhat uncomfortable, the immobilization
combined with my nudity and lack of control over what was happening began to sexually arouse me, something that had not happened in the morning.  These feelings caused my nipples to harden and a craving to be felt between my thighs.  When Pedro picked up a long set of tongs and started to gently pinch my breasts, arms, thighs and belly, my moaning was more from delight than from discomfort.
     This all changed when Pedro pulled on the spokes and chains became very taunt, clacking through the ratchets.  Now I was truly hurting and beginning to worry about real injury.  He felt my arms and legs, testing the pull on them, after which he turned the roller a little more.
     Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I cried out in pain.
     "Do you confess to heresy, Patricia?"  The words came from the priest who I had not seen return.
     I nodded vigorously, all thoughts of holding out further having disappeared.  He mumbled something to Pedro who immediately lifted the latch and allowed the chains to slacken.  My arms dropped onto the surface of the table and blood started to return to my hands.
     "Release one of her hands so she can sign this confession."  With a quill he handed me I signed where he indicated, not caring what was in the document.
     "Patricia, you have confessed to all the accusations brought against you.  It is the judgment of the Church that tomorrow you shall be put in an iron cage and hung for public display, after which you will be burned at the stake."
     I tried to scream a 'NO' but he had already left the room.  With a few tears still flowing, the cuffs were removed completely and Pedro led me by the chain to a small cell that was empty except for a pail, a tankard of water and several blankets lying on a thick layer of straw.  I stumbled forward on aching legs and lay down as he closed and locked the heavy wooden door.  A little light came in through a barred window set in one wall.  Within minutes I was asleep.
     It was difficult for me to know how much time passed before being waking, lying on my side with Don curled around me, a hand covering one of my breasts.  "Oh, that feels so nice," I said as I pushed my rump against his thighs and scrotum.
     "I agree, Pat.  Are you okay, and do you want something to eat?  There is some roasted chicken, potatoes, and salad for you as well as some wine.  You should try to eat."
     "I'm fine but not very hungry.  But I guess I should eat.  How about you?"
     "Let's share."  I sat up and realized I was still naked when he draped a blanket around me.  We ate off a common tray and everything tasted delicious.  By the time I was finished I was a little heady from the wine.  "Was it too bad on you?"
     "Well, I got a little scared and I guess I really don't like pure pain and the threat of being seriously hurt, but I confess there were a few moments when it was sort of fun.  And I can't figure Hans out."
     "Pat, he thinks you're wonderful and was very concerned about you.  He wanted things to go according to plan but didn't want to hurt you.  It was difficult for him to know how much strain to put on you.  In any case, it's essentially over.  If you are willing, we will hang you out  in
the open for a short time tomorrow, give you a break and then put you on a stake as if we were going to execute you.  But that's it.  End of filming and pictures.  Everyone goes home and you and I can relax and enjoy each other.  You see, I really think I love you."
     I turned to look at him, then gave him a long, warm kiss and said, "Is this something you tell every girl you lock up in your torture room and are about to burn at the stake?"
     "No, just the pretty ones."
     I swung at him but he caught my hand, pushed me back on the blankets and began a slow tease that had me begging for orgasm before finally entering me and taking me up, up and over.
     My night was filled with embraces, dreams and one funny moment when I got up, squatted on the pail and let forth a loud stream of urine that got us both laughing.  When I finally awoke again, the sun was streaming in the window, the cell door was locked shut and breakfast was on a tray nearby.  The coffee was delicious as was everything else.  After eating I lay back, wrapped in the blanket, thinking of all that had happened.  I was about to see if I could get myself excited when I heard a knock on the door and the sound of the lock turning.  Hans entered.
     "Pat, just another couple of hours.  Keep the blanket around you for now and I am going to lead you out by the collar chain.  By the way, I am really sorry if I hurt you in any way.  Clara and I are very happy that you and Mr. Grafton seem to be getting along real well."
     I thanked him and followed him out into the big room where Clara and the priest stood on each side of an iron cage shaped like a human form.  It was hanging from a rectangular frame rising from a small square platform that was on wheels.
     As the priest spoke some Latin phrases, Clara swung the front of the cage open, took the blanket and helped as Hans turned and backed me.  They lifted my hands and passed them above a transverse arc of iron at waist level.  My back was pushed against several horizontal and one central vertical pieces, the iron feeling cold against my bare skin, the blanket having been pulled from me.  Clara immediately closed a band around my upper arms, forcing my elbows together and thrusting my shoulders back and my breasts forward.  Hans pushed my feet back until they were resting on a small foot piece that had a single cross bar only about an inch wide.
     Then the front of the cage was swung closed, the cross pieces snuggling down on my waist, upper chest, lower chest, pelvis, thighs, legs and ankles.  Several locks were used to secure the front to the back of the cage.  My head was still more or less free but Hans then closed the separate front head section.  The back of my head was pushed against iron that was almost a form fitting cast, and the front bars pressed on my forehead with a metal pear that was forced into my
mouth and a piece that cupped my chin above the iron collar I still wore.
     I was now standing on the narrow foot rest, held immobile by the encircling bands of wrought iron.  My breasts were pushed lewdly out above one of the cross pieces and final indignity occurred when a curved piece was brought forward and upward between my thighs until it could be attached to the waist band,
     Gagged and secured, I was then wheeled out into the sunshine and found myself in the courtyard behind Don's house.  There were about 15 or 20 people present, most of whom I recognized from the party at the Hastings where this all began.  They started laughing and pointing at me, making remarks that I couldn't really hear, as Hans attached a chain to the eye on the top of the cage.
     I tried looking up but my head was held too firmly.  It was soon clear, however, that the chain came down from some type of hoist for the cage rose up until my feet were at the level of the people's heads.  Immediately the cage started rotating, first in one direction and then the other.  When the motion almost came to a halt, someone reached up and gave me a spin, starting the rotation all over.  Other people picked up pieces of sod or dirt and threw then at me but most missed.
     Soon my feet tired from resting on the narrow bar and I sought to relieve this by lowering my body onto the band running through my crotch.  I was immediately aware of the fact that there were several knobs on this bar and one corresponded to the site of my vagina.  The result was
immediate arousal and I wondered if I could move my pelvis enough to increase the stimulation.  But unfortunately, this was not possible so I just hung there, hot and horny as the people enjoyed what they thought was my discomfort.  Little did they know how I really felt.
     Food and drinks were brought for the people by Clara and others including Gloria, Don's bland secretary-receptionist.  I still wondered about her, as well as the information that she lived with a dominatrix.  Except for an occasional spin, I was to some ignored as people became bored and tired of tormenting me.
     Finally, the cage was lowered and opened.  Immediately I was given a gray cotton robe and taken to a large stake set in the ground not far from the house.  Chains were wrapped in spirals around my body after which wood was pile around my feet.  I began to worry when burning torches were brought towards me but I then heard Ken say he had enough pictures.  Don appeared, thanked everyone for coming, waited while people sauntered off and then came over to stand close in front of me.
     "Patricia, you make a beautiful Joan of Arc.  Thank you.  Now I wonder where the key is to your chains."
     "Don, I'll give you about 30 seconds to release me or else you are going to be very sorry."
     The chains fell off in about 25 seconds and he took me in his arms.  "Just what did you have in mind, Pat?"
     "I'll think of something.  It's about time our roles were reversed."
     "No, I think not."  When he tried to pin my arms behind me, we started wrestling and it didn't take more than a few minutes of laughter and wild blows before he was on top of me, pushing my robe up, his pants down, etc.

                           CHAPTER TEN

     Early the next morning I opened my eyes to see Don smiling and looking at me from his position on the large bed in his room where we had spent the night after a quiet and restful evening.
     "This is a wonderful way to awaken.  I must look a mess.  How can you stand looking at me?"
     "Pat, you're beautiful.  You just look a little wild, and it's going to be a challenge to tame you."
     "Lover, you'll never tame me nor will anyone else."
     "We'll see about that," he said, reaching for me.  But I rolled out of bed and streaked into the bathroom where I took a long shower trying to ease the aches I felt in my joints.  When I emerged, Don had left so I wrapped a towel around me, went to my own room and dressed in a sports bra, shorts and sneakers.  I found Don waiting on the patio outside the kitchen, having a cup of coffee.
     "Well you look a little better, almost passable.  Ready for breakfast?"
     "No, we are going for a run first.  I've got some joints to limber up and you need the exercise," I observed.
     "Now she's giving orders, but all right.  You lead and I'll follow you anywhere."
     I ran out across the lawn in a fast pace and started down one of the trails that I knew circled back to the house in about two miles.  Don apparently had to grab his running shoes before starting, and was initially quite far behind me.  The last part of the circle was uphill and  I was sweating and breathing hard when the house came in sight.  Having finally caught up to me, Don was breathing just as hard.
     "It's about time," I panted and headed for the gym.  Entering the pool area, I stripped off my clothes, kicked off my sneakers and dove into the rather cool water.  Coming up to the surface I turned and saw Don at the edge of the pool looking at me.  "You said you'd follow me anywhere.  Come on.  The water's fine."  And watched as he stripped, dove and swam under water towards me.
     Being close to the side of the pool, I climbed out, ran to where his clothes were piled, grabbed them as well as my own and ran for the house.  Clara was on the patio, laughing when I got there.  We then looked out to see Don start across the lawn, stark naked, but when he saw Clara, he quickly went back in the gym.  When he finally reached the house, he was wearing bathing trunks. I had dressed in a loose muumuu and was drinking coffee, looking like I had been there for hours.
     Clara, with a twinkle in her eyes, said to Don, "Mr. Grafton, I don't know why you went back for a bathing suit.  You weren't showing anything of any size.  I don't know what Pat sees in you or maybe she pities you."
     "Clara, watch your tongue or you will spend a few days down below just before you get fired," Don said.
     From me came the words, "I sort of like him the way he is.  And, Clara, be kind to him.  He is all tired out from his run and swim."
     Clara left us to bring out a late lunch while Don and I chatted in the warm sunshine.  He again asked whether he had put me though too much over the preceding two or three days and I assured him the answer was no and that I was looking forward to seeing the pictures.  I did tell him I was a little sorry not to have been put in the Iron Maiden and the bilboes.
     "Pat, if you mean that, we can try you in both after we eat.  Pictures of you in the bilboes would be great but wouldn't show much of you in the Maiden.  The reason I didn't include her in the scenario was for that reason plus the fact that it hasn't been working smoothly.  I'll show you what I mean, but Hans thinks he it fixed."
     I realized that I had lost a little of my appetite and Don sensed my increased tension.
     "Don't worry.  I won't leave you in either apparatus very long.  Maybe just a day or two."  I looked sharply at him but he continued, "I'm just kidding.  Now I want to discuss the next few days with you.  First, we have an invitation to go to a small dinner tonight, given by two of my sort of kinky friends."
     "Kinkier than us?" I asked with a smile on my face.  "It already sounds like fun."
     "Well they don't have our imagination but I think you will enjoy them.  Sarah and Ed will be there as will the Hastings.  You've not met our hosts but they have seen you on two or three occasions already.
     "Then in a day or so I've got to go down to the city on business, but thought you might like to visit a farm that belongs to other friends of mine."
     "Why would I be interested in a farm?  I'd sort of rather be with you, Don."
     "Well, they have a collection of farm animals and historical farm equipment, plus the fact that they have one or two pony girls."
     "Don, are you kidding me again?  You are serious, aren't you?  Are they locked up or kept in stalls?"
     "I've got your interest, haven't I.  No, they are not locked up unless they want to be.  Actually, the two that I know have very good jobs and simply are pony girls in their spare time, making a little extra money by posing, racing and entertaining.  Basically, they do this because they like to."
     I told him I was sort of interested and asked whether he would like to see me as a pony girl.
     "Yes, particularly when I know how fast and far you can run.  But, it's up to you.  And you don't have to tell me until tomorrow when I told him I would let him know."  Apparently Don had already discussed this with the farm owner.
     After eating, Don changed into khaki shorts and a light shirt but said he liked seeing me in the muumuu, knowing that I probably didn't have anything on underneath.  We went down into his "torture" room and with somewhat sweaty hands, I walked up to the black "Iron Maiden" which was locked shut.
     As Don took out a key and removed the lock, he said, "As you may know, the Iron
Maiden was basically used to torture and execute people.  Inside the front are iron spikes which penetrate the victim as the Maiden gradually is closed.  There are cuffs and chains inside to hold the person in place during the process.  Note that I keep the thing locked for I don't want anyone fooling with it.  Only Hans and I have keys.  Now I'll show you the screw mechanism on the side that engages and gradually pulls the front to the back, and will also show you that we have
modified the design so that the spikes retract against springs, so they really don't penetrate anything now.  That's what Hans has been fixing for the spikes were catching a little."
     "Are you very sure they are fixed?"
     Don answered that he was but added, "But we will go real slow and you can let me know if you feel more than slight pressure from the spikes.  Are you ready?"
     He turned a large screw like device on the side and the front slowly opened to the point where the device could be disengaged, allowing the two parts to swing completely apart.  My eyes immediately riveted on the black spikes and then on the cuffs and chains.  I momentarily stepped back but then said, "Yes, I'm ready to meet my maker."
     Hans had joined us and the two of them first fastened a chain tightly around my waist and another crisscrossed my chest, accentuating my breasts. The cuffs were then closed on my ankles and wrists with my arms held tightly at my sides.  Don then carefully checked each of the spikes,
making sure they retracted.
     He placed a kiss on my lips and said, "Have fun, Pat.  See you a little later."  I saw the front begin to close on me and realized that one of the spikes was heading right for my mouth.  Others were positioned over my breasts, belly, and thighs.  Just before they touched me, Don asked, "Are you okay?" to which I answered, "Yes, I think so."
     I then heard the screw turning, bringing the front of the Maiden closer and closer.  As the light was gradually blacked out, the spikes pushed in on me.  Happily, they did indeed retract but the pressure of the points was increasing.  I had to open my mouth and when the spike was between my teeth, I bit down to hold it in position.  To my relief, I found that this spike was hard rubber and immediately stopped moving towards me due to the clenching of my jaw.  But I did
not dare open my mouth for fear that the spike would move towards the back of my mouth.  With a soft clang, the front closed completely and I was now in complete darkness.
     "Pat, how are you doing?" came Don's words, muffled and in the distance.  I moaned an okay and the sound seemed metallic inside the Maiden which now held me in her bosom.  I then heard him say, "Hans, go get Ken and tell him to bring his cameras.  I'll stay with Pat."
     Gradually I became less tense and sort of savored the feelings of the bondage and the multiple points of discomfort, particularly from the spikes poking into my breasts, but the spike in my mouth was getting to be a problem for my jaw was getting tired.  I tried relaxing a little and immediately it moved farther into my mouth.
     Just when I was about to start moaning a warning to Don, he unlatched the front, unscrewed it and finally opened it completely.  "Hi, beautiful.  Having fun?"
     "Darn it, Don.  Just when I was really beginning to enjoy things, you had to come to my rescue," I complained falsely.
     "Well, in that case we will simply have to close you up again."
     "No, no. I didn't mean it.  Your timing was just right."  Later, in response to his questions, I told him exactly what it felt like and suggested he get rid of the mouth spike.
     He unfastened the chains and cuffs and I stepped into his arms for a kiss.  Then I noticed that Ken had joined us and was carrying a gray, pullover garment similar to the one I had worn in the scenario.
     "I guess you want me to put that on for the pictures," I said and went into the nearby cell to change.  When I came out, the three men were standing there talking about nothing in particular.  "Well boys, let's get on with it.  Where are the bilboes?"
     Don replied, "In the store room with all the junk."
     I was surprised to see so much stuff of various shapes and sizes.  There chains hanging from the walls, leather harnesses, a full size pillory, a pair of metal shoes, and a lot more other things.  Picking up the shoes I asked Don, "What are these for?"
     He took one and showed me the flange on the bottom that had a sharp spike directed up towards a hole in the heel.  "The shoes are locked on a person who must then stand on his or her toes to prevent the spike from penetrating the bottom his heel.  Pretty wicked, don't you think? 
Hans, where are the bilboes?"
     "Over near the Scavenger's Daughter, I think."
     "The what?" I asked.
     Don answered, "The Scavenger's Daughter is something that might be more fun than the bilboes.  Here let me show you."
     He picked up a somewhat heavy triangular shaped, iron object about 3 feet from top to bottom.  At the top was a two inch wide collar to which two pieces of flat iron bar were rigidly welded.  The pieces spread progressively so that the bottom ends were about 2 feet apart. 8 inches from the collar, two cuffs of iron were welded and, at the bottom of the flat pieces, there was a crosspiece that went through eyes on two more cuffs.  At first I didn't immediately see how the thing worked.
     "I'll hold her Hans while you do the honors," Don said fiendishly.
     Hans opened the collar, placed it around my neck and locked it shut.  This forced me to bend forward, the rest of the apparatus dangling downwards.  Ken moved a chair under me so I could sit down as Hans locked my hands into the cuffs below the collar.  He finished by securing my ankles in the cuffs that could slide back and forth on the bottom cross bar.
     "Let's see you get out of that," Don challenged and stepped back so Ken could get pictures.  "Ken, use the camcorder and I'll lead her out into the big room."  He hooked a chain several feet in length to the front of the collar and lifted me so that I was standing on my feet in  a very bent posture.  With a tug on the chain, I had to start waddling forward to keep from falling on my face.
     "Oh, Don, be careful," I yelled.  With each step the ankle cuffs twisted a little forcing my body to twist as well, and several times I nearly stumbled.  When we finally reached the center of the room, Don hooked the chain around a post.
     "Diabolical thing, isn't it?  Just where it got its name is not clear to me.  The bottom piece is similar to the bilboes and probably both come from the same country.  Now, we are going to leave you to enjoy life for a while but I'll be back in plenty of time for you to dress for dinner tonight."
     "Don, if you leave me like this, I swear you will regret it.  I'll make your life so miserable...." but my words trailed off as they left and shut the door.
     It was pretty obvious that there was no way for me to get out of the thing nor could I move very far in the room.  So for a while I just stood there.  My back began to hurt from being bent over and I longed to stand up straight.  Perhaps if I got down on the floor I would be more comfortable but how was I to get there?  I knew I couldn't fall forward nor sideways, so I lowered my behind as much as possible, held my breath and toppled backwards, landing high on
my rump and then rolling up my back.
     The partially controlled fall pulled on my poor neck and now my feet were up in the air somewhat, my garment riding up over my thighs.  The next move was to try lying on my side and this worked out quite well.  My feet slid together and I found I could relax a little which eased the strain on my still curved spine.  And there I lay until the door opened and Don walked in.
     "Hi, Pat.  Fancy meeting you here.  Comfortable?"
     "You beast.  I'm going to get you if it's the last thing I do."
     "Let's see if I can rearrange things a little, my pretty one."  He put an arm around my
waist and lifted, rolling me face down in such a way that I was balanced on my forehead, my hands, my knees and my toes.  To stabilize me a little he forced me to spread my legs, sliding my ankles apart on the bar.
     "That's no better, darn you," I exclaimed.
     Then he pulled the bottom of my garment up onto my back, exposing my bare rump and a few other things.  With his hand he paddled me a few times but they were playful slaps.  I immediately became aroused, even more so when he kissed and nipped one upper thigh.  The next thing I knew, he had pushed his pants down and was kneeling between my legs and his erect penis was rubbing my wet folds.
     I moaned as he entered me a short way and then said a loud, "No," when he pulled out.  He did this twice more eliciting a louder plea on my part.
     "What do you want, Pat?"
     "You know what I want.  Please."
     "Tell me, and be appropriately respectful."
     "I want you in me."  A hand came down hard on my rump, stinging me, and he again pulled back.
     "That wasn't very respectful.  And you had better retract those threatening statements you made a while ago."
     "Sir, I'm sorry.  I retract them and regret saying them.  I want you to make love to me. Whenever you're ready, and I hope it is real soon.  Please."
     This time he penetrated deeply and I pushed back to engulf him.  What followed could not be called gentle but it was deliriously glorious.  Afterwards he gently lay me on my side, unlocked collar, wrists and ankles, and curled around me, holding my sweating body close.
     Later, hand in hand, we went upstairs and I headed for the bathroom and then took a nap.