STRANGE MEDIEVAL AND OTHER BONDAGE ADVENTURES

                              BY ROD

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

                     

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

     The next morning I awoke before Don and my bladder told me it was past time to get up. I looked for the keys to my wristlocks and could see them on the bureau but there was no way to reach them.  For a while I lay there but the sensations from my bladder were increasing.  Finally I nudged him awake.  He rolled over, faced me and gave me a big kiss.
     "Don, I love you, but my bladder is very full.  Would you mind unlocking my wrists so I can go to the bathroom?"
     "No, that would deprive me a few more minutes with you."
     "You'd better or you may have to get a diaper or a catheter."
     "But then I would have to get up, and if I did that I might as well unlock you."
     "Bastard, please get the key before I burst."
     "Promise to behave all day?"
     "Maybe."
     "Just maybe.  Well then you'll just have to suffer a little longer."
     I gasped but he then broke out laughing and as he got out of bed I  tried to kick him but missed.
     "You call that behaving?"  For a moment I thought he would change his mind but he unlocked my wrists and I just made it to the bathroom.  We decided on a run before breakfast and then showered together which almost led to our going back to bed.  Then I took him out to show him the lambs and introduce him to Jeff who was busy with the horses.
     While on the tour we met Hans in the workshop and he asked Don about the rush order for an iron helmet.
     "That doesn't seem to be a problem.  Just go ahead and forge one, Hans."
     "I would but I can't find the form we used for the gold helmet for Rahjiv and Indira."
     "Hmm," Don observed.  "Kiko, how would you like to model for a while like a good little girl."
     "Your wish is my command, master," I replied like a good Japanese woman.
     The plan they explained involved making a plaster cast of my head.  I immediately raised a question about my beautiful long hair.  This got them thinking and discussing various solutions. The one they came up with was to use veterinarian's tape which supposedly doesn't stick to hair
very well but first Hans constructed a wooden box to go around my head.  It had no top and one side was split with an opening that fitted closely around my neck.  He also used a strap suspended from each side for me to rest my head on.
     When they came at me with the roll of tape, I still didn't know exactly what to expect. Don applied the first strip right across my mouth, kissed me through the tape and proceeded to completely encircle my head in multiple layers, leaving small openings near my nostrils.  When I raised my hands in protest, Hans grabbed my arms in a bear grip from behind  and Don continued the wrapping down over my breasts to about the level of my thighs, binding my arms tightly along the sides of my body.
     Then I felt myself lifted and placed on a rubber-covered table with my head in the box.  A little more tape was used to close the opening tightly around my neck.  When I tried to raise my legs, one of the two men used straps to bind me to the table.
     "You look very nice that way, Kiko, and you must be enjoying it for I haven't heard a word out of you in the last minute or so," came Don's voice through the tape.  My moans were ignored, if heard.
     Then I felt small rubber tubes being inserted into my nostrils and wax or something was used to seal the tubes in place.  For a short time nothing happened and I used it to try to move one way or another, to no avail.  I was able to turn my head a little but this motion was stilled when they anchored the breathing tubes somehow.
     When the liquid plaster was poured into the form, my only sensation was of a warm stream and all sounds disappeared.  During the ensuing minutes, the warmth increased and I realized the plaster was hardening.
     I found myself relaxing, concentrating on breathing evenly, and experiencing the stimulating sensations of being tightly bound and helpless.  I never ceased to be amazed at this body of mine and only wished that Don was doing something to satisfy the 
growing urge in my pelvis.
     All too soon, I heard some hammering as Don or Hans split the plaster cast of my head and within a short time I was freed.
     "Well, that was interesting.  How come you two didn't make a cast of my entire body while you were at it?" I asked.
     "Now that's a good idea, but I am not sure we have enough plaster to cover your rump," Don said.
     I glared at him as Hans laughed.  "Kiko, Don is kidding you.  You have a beautiful ass to go with the rest of your very attractive body."
     "I'm glad someone appreciates me.  How long will it take to make the helmet?"
     "Oh, several days.  Why do you ask?"
     "Just curious but Don and I will be going back to New York the day after tomorrow."
     "Kiko, I'll have Hans make two of the helmets and will make sure that you enjoy one of them at some point, to satisfy your curiosity."
     "No, that's not necessary," I replied but inside me I wondered what it would look like and how it would feel."
     I helped Clara prepare and serve lunch to the crew including Jeff and Ken.  Afterwards, Don and I took a long walk so we could talk and make some plans.  He said he 
would like to have a group in for dinner the following night which would be Sunday.  It would include his sister, Sarah, and her husband, Ed, as well as the Monro's who I remembered from  their love of rubber and the wonderful time we had at their house.
     "Yes," I said, "Bill and Nancy are great people.  I wonder whether there is any chance that their daughter Georgia might be home from medical school?"
     "We can certainly ask.  And if we are going to have that many, we might as well invite all our own group."
     "That's a lot of work for Clara," I observed.  "But I would be happy to help her."
     Don said, "Let's have the dinner catered and then we can all relax."
     "Sounds great.  Anything planned for tonight?"
     "Not really.  But I think Clara already preparing dinner for everyone  here.  I'm anxious to meet Jeff's wife."
     "You'll like Betty.  I met her last night while you were fooling around in the city.  She's very nice and seems intelligent.  I think she is going to be a big help to Clara and may be helping her with tonight's meal."
     We walked hand in hand for a while admiring the beauty of the hills.  Then Don surprised me by saying, "Kiko, I know you are looking forward to being with Diane for a week or so but am a little worried."
     "Worried about what?" I asked.
     "Well, I'm primarily concerned that it will somehow affect our relationship....and a little concerned about your safety."
     I threw my arms around him and gave him a long kiss.  "Don, I love you  and your concern means a great deal to me for it means you really care about me."
     "Of course I do.  Did you doubt that?"
     "No, I guess not, but there are times when I think we are still working out our relationship, and times when I want to me more than just a possession of yours."
     "Kiko, I love you and you are very important to me.  You're intelligent, beautiful, full of the devil, exciting, a great companion and very sexy.  And I really don't want you as a beautiful slave.  I could never 'own' you nor would I want to.  It's just fun at times to play with you."
     "I needed to hear that.  And I enjoy calling you master once in a while.  But does this mean that I'm not good enough to be your slave?" I said with a smile.
     As he was thinking how to answer that, I took off my shirt and had started on my slacks when he grabbed me and we sank to the ground together.  What followed was fast and furious. Not once did I wonder whether we were hidden from view nor did I care.  He felt so good inside of me and only later did I hope that the bite marks on his neck wouldn't 
show too much.
     As we walked back to the house I was still glowing and could feel my  nipples rubbing on my blouse.  "Don, don't worry about Diane.  I'm sure she won't leave any lasting scars on my mind or my body."
     "Are you going to put any restrictions on what she can and cannot do?" he asked.
     "I've thought about that and the answer is no, for reasons that I would have a hard time explaining."
     "Kiko, I could have predicted that would be your answer, and it is okay with me.  And when you've had your fun and successfully survived, we have to make some long term plans
together.  I do have one short-term request.  For the group tomorrow, I want to present you as Japanese woman to see how they react to you.  This is important for we still 
haven't decided with certainty whether you are going to remain Japanese or return to being Pat.  So I want you darken
your skin a little and use the makeup you were using in Japan.  Also, I want to warn you that I may show some of the pictures that were taken of you when you were with Yosh."
     "That's fine with me.  I knew that pictures were being taken from time to time but have never seen them.  And I also would like to see how they react to me.  But I don't have any of the skin dye."
     "Yosh sent some by air express and I guess you know how to use it."
     "Don, you really are something.  I suppose you will want to tie me up.  Do you remember the tricks of Karada and the pearls?"
     "Yes, but let's see how the evening goes."
     That evening I dressed in a tight silk, sleeveless Japanese print dress that came down to my mid thighs, emphasizing my figure...with nothing on underneath to cause 
any ridges in the dress.  Around my neck I put a simple leather collar with a simple silver buckle and a single D-
ring.  I helped Clara and Betty serve and then sat down with the others to eat.  The dinner was excellent as usual and everyone was relaxed, partly from the wine which everyone had except for Betty who said it might not be good for the baby.  After desert, Betty  quietly asked me if there was a place where she could feed her child.  I asked Don to excuse us for a few minutes and led Betty up to my room.
     "Is this okay?" I asked her.
     "Sure.  It's a beautiful room.  Thanks."
     "Do you want me to leave?"
     She shook her head and replied, "Not unless you want to."  She chose a straight-backed chair, opened her shirt and opened the front snaps of her maternity bra, exposing her big engorged breasts.  The baby quickly found one nipple and began to suck hungrily.
     As I watched I felt my own nipples getting hard and remembered the feelings of the little lamb's mouth.  After a few minutes, the baby seemed satisfied and fell asleep.
     "How does it feel, Betty?"
     "Wonderful.  But I seem to have more milk than the baby needs at times, and don't want my breasts to become too distended.  I have been told that might lead to more stretch marks and I don't want Jeff to think I am disfigured."
     "I don't think he would mind.  He seems so considerate of you and the baby.  He really impresses me."
     "Yes, I love him very much.  And he thinks highly of you.  He told me about you and the lamb.  Actually, I think you will make a great mother when the time comes.  He also related your questions about the taste of human milk.  Do you want to find out?"
     "Oh, I couldn't do that," I said, laughing.
     She just exposed her other breast and warned me not to bite.  Feeling aroused, I locked the door and knelt down in front of her.  When I got close she put her hand behind my head and drew me closer until my mouth closed on her swollen nipple.  I was surprised by how quickly the milk started flowing as I gently sucked and even more surprised my the taste  which was hard to describe but certainly different than cow's milk. I looked up at her smiling face and for a few minutes sucked greedily.
     "You make a nice baby, Kiko.  Had enough?"
     "Yes, and thank you.  You make a wonderful mother."  I stood up, wiping my mouth and feeling rather embarrassed.  "I'll see you downstairs," and fled.

                        CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

     The next morning, Don and I awoke about the same time, went for a brisk run followed by a swim in the pool.  As we walked into the house for breakfast, he said, "Kiko, you really have a beautiful body and I love you."
     "Just for my body?"
     "No, for every thing you are."
     "Don, that's one of the nicest things you have said to me.  And you have a beautiful physique, an intriguing mind, and I love you.  Now what brought all this on?"
     "Nothing, really.  Now let's eat and then I'll help you with the skin darkening business and help get you ready for tonight."
     We both ate too much, thanks to Clara's wonderful cooking and then Don led me over to the gym building.
     I asked on the way over, "Do you have a tub to put the dye into?"
     "No, we won't need that.  Yosh sent the stuff in a concentrated paste form.  He says it should be just as effective or even better than the liquid you have used in 
the past." Once we were in the gym, Don spread a plastic sheet on the floor as I stripped completely and he suggested that I pin my hair up which I did.  The goo in the container from Yosh didn't look very appealing but I sort of enjoyed the feelings as Don proceeded to spread the stuff all over my body using a broad spatula.  When he moved a long mirror into position, I looked like I had been covered in brown tar.
     "Now close your eyes so I can cover your eyelids with the stuff, and keep them closed."
     As I stood there I wondered how long the stuff was supposed to remain on me, but my thoughts were interrupted when Don told me to put out my hands.  The were a few clanks and then I felt metal manacles close on my wrists.
     "Don, just what do you think you are doing?"
     "Well, I'm just trying to keep you from wiping the stuff off too soon, or sitting down. And we are supposed to heat the stuff up in order to open your pores and allow penetration.  So come with me."
     I felt a tug on my bound wrists and realized he had a chain attached to them.  I heard a door open and immediately felt the heat of the sauna.  I opened my eyes and saw that he was leading me over to a wooden post where he passed the chain through an eye bold high up and pulled raising my hands high above my head.  He then attached the end of the chain to a wall cleat several feet away and I knew I wasn't going anywhere.
     "Kiko, I'm going to leave you here for awhile so that I can read the rest of his instructions.  Besides, it is a little hot in here for me."
     "Don, please, please don't forget me.  You know, you might make a good-looking Japanese male.  Have you considered that?"
     "Sorry, pretty woman.  See you in a bit."
     The door closed with a thud and darned if he didn't turn off the lights.  It only took a few minutes before I was hot and sweating.  Then the paste softened and began slowing oozing down my body, getting into every crevice and cranny.  There was no question of keeping my eyes open for the stuff was running down over my eyebrows.  I pulled ineffectively at 
my manacles and then tried to kick the chain loose with a foot but couldn't find it in the  dark.....and even if I had, getting it loose from the wall was clearly an impossibility.
     Just when the heat seemed to be overpowering, the door opened, a breath of cool air came in, and Don said, "Keep your mouth closed, Kiko.  I'm going to use a hose with warm water to wash you off."
     Actually it felt wonderful.  I twisted in my bondage to allow him to hit every part of me and soon found I could open my eyes.  Not only was Don standing there but also Hans who
watched with a big grin on his face.
     "I hope you two are enjoying this."
     Don twisted some valves near the hose tap on the wall and the next minute, the warm water turned frigid and I started yelping and trying to avoid the stream.  Happily he soon turned the water off and proceeded to dry me with a large beach towel, the rough texture felt great and he soon had me purring with excitement.
     "Hans, could you leave us for a while," I asked.
     "Don said, "No, Hans.  Give me a hand getting her on the massage table outside.  Kiko, you skin is a perfect color."
     I looked down and saw he was right.  Meekly, I allowed myself to be placed on the table and the two of them strapped me down with my manacled hands high over my head.
     "Thanks, Hans, you can go.  I can handle her now."
     "Don, just what are you up to."
     "Well, I though I might have the pleasure of shaving that pussy of yours."
     "Oh no you don't.  I don't trust you with a razor."
     "Well you'd better."  He secured my knees in stirrups that he attached to the table, got out a basin of water and some shaving cream, a safety razor and went to work as I squealed.  But I sure didn't dare to move.  It seemed to take him forever but he said he just was trying to do a very good job.  When he picked up a bottle of aftershave lotion, I pleaded and made all sorts of promises.
     "Kiko, which would you rather have.  The lotion or me?"
     "Don, you of course."
     "Well then ask me nicely."
     As I thought I was already was getting more and more aroused.  "Please master, I want and need you very badly."
     He started kissing me on my lips and neck and worked his way down, spending a lot of time on my swollen nipples before shifting his attention to my labia and clitoris.  My moaning got louder and as he entered me, only his hand across my mouth silenced my cries and pleadings.  I climaxed almost immediately but he didn't stop until he himself cried with 
delight.
     Afterwards, we went for our second swim of the day.  And as we walked  back to the house, I asked him about the evening plans.  He explained that there would be some surprises for me, but he wanted me to dress in a kimono, with my hair loose and with simple Japanese sandals.
     "Can I wear a sexy latex bra and bikini bottom underneath, just for you.  Or a slave harness?"
     "That's a nice thought, but I want you naked under the kimono, Kiko.  Depending on the mood of the group, maybe I'll have to demonstrate what I learned about Japanese rope work such as a full body Karada and perhaps a little breast bondage.  Is that all right with you?"
     "Don, I am yours to play with whenever and however you wish."
     He looked intently at me to see if I meant what I had just said.  "Thank you.  There will be times in the future when you can struggle against my desires but tonight, I 
would like you to be obedient."
     "Don, Yosh and Kazu were wonderful teachers and I have learned much of what turns men on.  Tonight I will be your Japanese slave."
     The day passed rapidly and late in the afternoon I took a long bath and washed my long, straight black hair, adding a little wash to make in lustrous.  I then started on my makeup, using a little lipstick on my nipples and areolas to make them stand out.  Looking in the mirror, I was pleased with my appearance.  Thanks to all the exercise I was getting, my body was trim with no excess fat and my make up around my eyes together with the work of the doctor in Japan and my skin coloring certainly gave me an Asian appearance, perhaps with a little  Caucasian blood.
     Slipping on a robe, I decided to call Diane to see if she had arrived home.  When she answered on the third ring, I said, "Is this Mistress Diane?"
     She laughed and said, "You'd better believe it.  Where are you, Kiko?"
     "Upstate but we plan to leave tomorrow morning.  Have you worked things out?"
     "Of course, and I can't wait to begin your training.  Enjoy the rest of today and tomorrow for after that you are mine.  I'll pick you up at Don's apartment at 10 AM.  Wear casual clothes such as slacks and a sweater."
     "Sounds great.  I can't wait to see you.  How much time will we have together?"
     "Kiko, you may wish you never met me.  And the time may seem like a lifetime to you. There is no need for you to know anything about my plans for you except that you will be in my
hands learning to be an obedient slave."
     I laughed and said, "Diane, your brain is all messed up. Maybe you haven't been getting enough oxygen on those long flights.  I can certainly take anything you can  dish out.....and it is likely that you will end up on the bottom.  See you Tuesday morning, love."  I hung up without giving her a chance to say anything further."
     As I selected and donned a pretty kimono I wondered just what she had in mind.  We had not talked at all about where I would be or how Don could reach us, nor had there been any
conversation about limitations, safe words, etc.  Well, this would make it more fun.  And I knew I could trust her, at least I hoped so.
     Don entered just as I was finishing dressing.  He took me in his arms and kissed me long and lovingly.  I could feel an arousal starting.  "You look beautiful, Kiko. 
  I'm tempted to rape you right here and now, but it is late and the guests will be arriving before long."
     "It wouldn't be rape, Don, but I should get down to help Clara and Betty in the kitchen. My passion for you will have to wait until later."
     Clara and Betty both complemented me on my appearance and together we got the table set, the hors d'oeuvres and drinks ready and main dinner items underway.  While we were doing this the doorbell rang and Clara urged me to join Don in welcoming our guests.
     The first to arrive was Don's sister, Sarah Lafferty, and her physician husband, Ed, who both smiled broadly and rushed to embrace me.  "Pat, or Kiko I should say, you are stunning as a Japanese woman.  Do you feel any different?" Sarah asked, holding me at arms length.
     I bowed in Japanese style and answered, "Yes.  And it is very nice to see you and Ed again."
     As we chatted, Don came over and put his arm around me.  "Don't you two  like what I brought back from Japan?"
     It was Ed who answered.  "She's fantastic, Don.  But of course I loved her as Pat."
     "So did I, and now I have the problem of deciding which I love the  most.  For now, Kiko and I like it this way.  Ultimately, it will probably be her decision."
     I beamed up at him.  This was the first time I had heard him say this and somehow it seemed important to our future.
     We were soon joined by Bill and Nancy Monro.  When they saw me it was almost the same greeting and conversation as with the Lafferty's.  Don led the way into the library where Jeff took the drink orders while Clara and I passed the shrimp and other goodies. 
  I found myself seated next to Bill who seemed fascinated by me and was asking one question  after another.
     Then the doorbell rang again.  Nancy said, "That might be Georgia.  She wasn't sure whether she could make it here with her schedule."
     Don started to get up but I said, "I'll be glad to see who it is," and almost added "Master”. Happily, it was indeed Georgia who took one look at me and then threw her arms around me.
     "I don't believe it, you little devil.  How did you do it?  Look at your eyes, and your skin coloring, and your hair.  You are stunning!"  She hugged me again and asked, 
"And did I understand that you have changed your name?"
     "Yes, I'm Kiko, and you look wonderful too."  In fact she did.  She was wearing, black leather slacks and a rather tight red, cotton sleeveless shirt that showed  off her full breasts.
     "Are you going to stay that way, Kiko?  What did you do to your eyes?  Don't you feel peculiar as a Japanese?"  She rattled off these questions at me.
     "Georgia, I don't know whether I'm going to change back.  This has been a fun experience and I love the Japanese culture, the people and the language.  As to my eyes, they did a little operation but this can be..."
     We were interrupted by Don calling out into the entranceway, "Are you two going to stand out there and talk all evening or are you going to join the rest of us?  Gloria, I'm glad you could make it."
     The others greeted Georgia, the men rising from their chairs until she was seated.  Betty came in and Don introduced her and Jeff to the ones who hadn't met them.  
Without really thinking, I pulled out a low, round cushion and knelt on it in Japanese fashion.  Realizing what I had done, I started to get up when Georgia said, "You really have become a Japanese woman, haven't you?"
     Everyone laughed and I said, "Give me a little time to adapt to your American customs, please."
     "No, we like you this way," Ed and Bill said almost simultaneously.  With another round of drinks, the little tension that I felt in the conversation disappeared and everyone seemed to relax.
     When Clara announced that dinner was ready, Betty and I helped her serve it.  I then took my place at the end of the table opposite Don who smiled approvingly at me.  The food was delicious as usual, and for a while the talk did not involve me.
     Afterwards, Don said, "It is great for Kiko and I to be with our family  and friends again.  I know you have many questions about what has transpired.  May I suggest we 
return to the library where I am going to bore you with some pictures that even Kiko has not seen."
     Once we were settled in the other room (Georgia joined me sitting on the floor), Hans turned on a computer that had a very large screen.  Immediately there appeared a beautiful picture of the hills, mist and fields of Japan.
     Don said, "I think our adventures could fill several books.  I regret that I don't have pictures of the start of our travels.  Kiko, or Pat as she was then, and I got separated at the airport, she got taken to jail because she was suspected of smuggling dope  or something while I was on the plane to Europe.  By the time we got her out of that mess, we decided to meet in Japan.  So Pat headed in that direction with the help of Diane, a stewardess who is my secretary's roommate.  They had some fun times in Hawaii on the way and Pat for one day played at being an Hawaiian hula dancer.  She got rave reviews, by the way.  Thanks to Diane, I  do have a few pictures of Pat doing her thing."
     Hans pushed some keys on the computer causing a series of pictures to appear.  Some were of Diane's house, us on the beach, the scenery, etc. but some were of me getting transformed into an Hawaiian...at times practically nude.  I could hear Georgia laughing and a few comments were made by others.
     Don continued, "I'll leave out some of the details.  But at last we got together in Japan and did a little traveling until I had to go to China.  This time it was I that ended up in prison which was something I don't recommend to any of you.  Happily I don't have any pictures to show you of this experience.  While I was trying to gain my freedom, Pat 
decided to spend time with a mutual acquaintance by the name of Yoshiro Matsuo who proceeded to change Pat into Kiko.  Her training was very extensive.  Not only did she learn the language but she learned to be a beautiful, helpful, obedient (there were a few hisses from the group) and loving Japanese
woman.  The pictures which follow don't really do justice to what transpired but I think you will enjoy them....and please keep what you see from leaving this room."
     The shots started with me as Pat, seeing the countryside with Don.  But soon I as seeing myself as Kiko being "trained".  They included pictures of me with Kazu and other men, me in various degrees of bondage and finally of me bound tightly with ropes and in various positions. The most spectacular was of me in the spider web with Yosh smiling up at me.
     Finally there were pictures of Don and me back together, and our return to America. When Hans turned the computer off, there was a brief period when no one spoke and then there
was loud applause.
     Don fielded most of the many questions that followed for which I was thankful.  I sat there a little embarrassed but mainly proud of myself and in awe of the beauty of some of the pictures which for the most part were artistically presented..
     Georgia asked me quietly how it felt being bound that way.
     "Usually, it was wonderful and sexually very stimulating, but at times it was hard on my body.  But as time passed my tolerance grew.  Basically I enjoyed it and think you would have had the same reaction, knowing how you enjoyed being taped up when we were  together the last time."
     "Did that man Yosh do most of the tying?"
     "Oh no.  There were several men and some paying customers who were involved.  Even Don learned some of the techniques but he is just an amateur."
     "You mean that Don can tie a person up that way?"
     "Yes, he know the principles of Karada which was shown in that picture of me with the triangle design ropes binding me and a little of Shinju."

     Before I could say anything more, Georgia called out to Don, "Don, Kiko tells me you know some of the rope techniques.  Is this true?"
     "Yes, Georgia.  Are you interested?  I'll be glad to demonstrate on you."
     The group laughed.
     Georgia said, "No, I think not.  But Kiko says she enjoys it."
     I exclaimed, "Georgia, will you keep quiet."
     But from Bill came the words, "Come on Don, how about a little demonstration?"
     And Georgia added, "Yes, what's this Shinju she mentioned?"
     Don replied, "Let me speak to Kiko for a minute outside, We will be right back."
     We walked out into the hall area and he said, "Kiko, this is up to you. 
  I sensed you were a little upset by some of the pictures and I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends.  I can easily tell them you would prefer not doing this and I know they would understand."
     "Don, the pictures were beautiful and I couldn't have looked at the one with me sitting on top of Kazu without becoming very worked up with all sorts of emotion.  I think you would like to show me off to the group and I will try not to laugh at your amateur-like efforts.  And it is not
as though they haven't seen me naked before."
     "I hoped you would say that.  When we start, just lower your kimono down to your hips and tie it there.  Okay?"
     "Whatever my master wishes," I replied smiling and giving him a little  kiss.
     Back in the library, Don asked Hans to get some things and then began explaining to the others about the various types of Japanese bandage.  In particular he described the art and technique of various rope configurations.  Then Hans came in with several long lengths of rope. Don asked me to stand up from my kneeling position at his side.
     "Georgia asked me what Shinju was.  The answer is that Shinju is the Japanese technique of breast bondage and this is what we will demonstrate."  He nodded at me and I loosened my kimono, shrugged it off my shoulders and tied it tightly around my hips.  Even though my hips and pelvis were covered I felt rather naked but warmed under the stare of those present.
     "We will start by binding her arms to keep her from interfering."  He had be put my arms behind me with my hands grasping the opposite forearms and proceeded to lash them securely using cinches to tighten the encircling strands.  Then he used a second piece of rope to pull my upper arms towards each other, pulling my shoulders back and thrusting out my breasts as my nipples got hard and erect.
     I smiled at him and whispered, "That's not very tight, but pretty good for a beginner."
     "What did she say?" Ed called out.
     "She made a somewhat disparaging remark, Ed, but I have a way of controlling that."
     Don went to the pile of things that Hans had brought in and returned with a roll of duct tape and a long broad band of black latex.  Before I could protest, the tape was across by mouth after which he wound the latex multiple times around my lower face and chin. Hans held me as I struggled to avoid being gagged.  I then tried kicking both of them.  This effort resulted in the tying of my ankles together.  Then Don had Hans throw a long piece of rope over one of the
overhead beams.  One end was tied to strands binding my upper arms and the other was tied off to one side with enough to cause my arms to be pulled back and up somewhat.  I hadn't counted on that and let out a string of words that turned out to be completely unintelligible but which caused Betty to ask whether I was all right.
     "She's fine.  Now let's get to work on her breasts."  Don started by  making a loop out of the center portion of a long piece of rope and placing the loop over my head with the ends down between my breasts.  A series of three knots were tied, one just above my breasts, one just below and one at my waist.  Then he encircled by waist several times, pulling the 
strands very tight and finally tying another knot behind me.  The two strands were carried up, crossing behind my shoulder blades and then came down in front to the highest knot, from where he carried the ropes around my chest pushing in on the upper portions of my breasts.  Then he did the same just below my breasts and finally proceeded to crisscross strands.  By now my breasts were compressed somewhat and I thought he might be finished.
     But he then took a thin piece of rope and proceeded to encircle each breast multiple times using the larger rope strands to anchor the circles. I looked down to see my breasts bulging and turning bluish from congestion.
     Don looked carefully at me and then bent to kiss each nipple.  To the gathered group he said, "Kiko would welcome your close inspection of what we have accomplished and I will be happy to answer any questions.  Georgia, would you like to model for a little Karada?"
     "Maybe some other time," she replied laughing.  She then came up to feel my breasts and look at my bound arms and chest..  By that time I was hurting a little and anxious to be released. When she pinched my nipples slightly, it really stung for a second but there was nothing I could do.
     Don seemed to sense that I was getting pretty uncomfortable and asked Hans to cut me loose.  When the thin strands around my boobs were removed, the blood rushed in and I sucked in air as there was a flood of pain.  But then I just felt warm all over.  Everyone clapped as the last ropes were removed and I knelt down, partly to bow to them and partly because I was a little unsteady.
     Georgia then helped me rise and get the kimono back over me.  "Did that hurt?  You looked very exciting."
     "It hurt a little but I enjoyed being helpless in front of all of you."
     The two of us went out in the kitchen to get some coffee and for a few minutes we talked about her training as a medical student.  She said she was starting a rotation through psychiatry which I said sounded interesting.
     "Yes, it should be fun, and perhaps you could be of help."
     "In what way?"
     "Well, as a project, I am trying to get a handle on the personalities of people by subjecting them to time in a sensory deprivation tank.  I've been in one myself, and it 
really is weird.  Kiko, I think you would find it very interesting and it would help me.  Would you do it?"
     "Georgia, I've heard a little about those things, and yes, I would be interested, but not for a while.  If you still want me, try calling me in New York in about two weeks."  I remembered I still didn't know how long I was going to be with Diane but thought it would only be for a week at most.
     "Great," she said.  When we returned to the library we found that people were getting ready to leave.  I received many complements and best wishes, and as the last person left, collapsed into Don's arms.
     Hans, Clara, Jeff and Betty said they would put things away and shut up the house, and it wasn't long before Don and I were exploring each other's body in bed.  Despite the tightness of the ropes, I didn't seem to have any rope burns or black and blue areas.
     "Guess I didn't put enough tension on those strands, Kiko."
     "You did very well for a beginner, Don, and I am sure I will have some sore areas tomorrow."
     "Well, how about I give you a little massage."
     "Wonderful."  I lay on my stomach as he proceeded to knead my back muscles, buttocks and thighs with a combination of some oil and some alcohol.  Then he had me roll over and went to work on my front.  I lay there enjoying his touch, his rubbing and an occasional slap to sensitive areas.  Suddenly I felt alcohol being poured down over my pubis 
and I let out a scream.
     "You bastard."  I got in two pretty good slams to his chest before he wrestled me flat, worked his way between my thighs and penetrated my moist and begging vagina.
     His last words were, "Yes, it does sting a little, but the rest feels wonderful."

                       CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

     The next morning, the entire staff gathered for breakfast together.  Don explained that he and I would be away for awhile.  Each individual was complemented on their 
roles in keeping the estate in tiptop shape, saying he couldn't be happier with the place.  He asked Hans about progress on the catalog of medieval and other devices and was rewarded by Hans' presentation of a number of completed pages, some of which contained rather spectacular pictures of me.
     Don said, "Those are great and when we finish putting it all together, we'll need to set up some type of manufacturing facility or farm the work out so that the business can run by itself.  I don't want our group bogged down but would rather concentrate on special orders.
     "And Jeff, You are doing a great job keeping the things looking  wonderful and the animals in good health.  If you get bored, let me know....and feel free to make suggestions at any time. We are going to miss being here with you and will return as soon as we can."
     The group went off in various directions when Don and I went upstairs to pack.  In many ways I was reluctant to leave and for a few minutes considered staying and simply helping the others.  But I was excited about being with Diane.  A few minutes later I heard a helicopter getting closer and closer.
     "Sounds like our ride is here, Kiko."
     "You're kidding."
     But he wasn't, and soon I was taking my first helicopter trip.  At Don's request, the pilot gave us a tour of New York City and I particularly enjoyed seeing the lower Hudson and the Statue of Liberty.  At the east side terminal, we were met by Ken, Don's head security man, and by Gloria, his secretary, who immediately presented a meeting schedule.
     Arriving at Don's building, he said to me, "Ken will help you with the bags.  Why don't you get settled with his help and then come down to the offices about noon.  The four of us can have lunch together, and then Ken can go shopping with you if you wish."
     Lunch turned out to be sandwiches and tea in his office suite, and he seemed wrapped up in business matters.  I was bored and definitely not in the mood to shop.  So I persuaded Ken to show me some of the areas of Manhattan where the Japanese population tended to live.  This turned out to be great fun.  Ken was a little concerned about my safety but 
I persuaded him to park the car and together we explored the shops.  The people obviously  accepted me as one of them and only on a few occasions corrected my pronunciation.  Soon I was picking up the local slang.  At a small restaurant, Ken and I had tea and chatted with the owner who offered me a job
as a cocktail waitress.  She showed me pictures of the skimpy uniforms the girls wore and I was tempted to try one on.  But by this time Ken was frowning.
     Back in the car, he said, "Kiko, were you really considering working there?"
     Partly to add to his concern I said, "Sure.  I think it would be fun.  Don't you think I would look good dressed like that?"
     "I think you would get huge tips and many requests for dates.  Also, I think Don would whip that pretty little ass of yours and I would get fired."
     "Relax, Ken.  I was just kidding you.  But honestly, I may have to find something to keep me busy if I am going to be spending much time with Don in the city."
     "Kiko, you are great for Don.  May I ask how you two are getting  along?"
     I laughed and replied, "Actually, pretty well.  But recently, neither he nor I have discussed marriage.  I guess we are still getting to know each other and figuring out  what we want to do. But please don't tell him I said that."
     Ken said, "No, I won't.  I like you both too much."
     The rest of the day passed rapidly.  I was getting more and more keyed up about spending time with Diane and found myself feeling variously excited, aroused, apprehensive and confused. Don and I dined at a quiet, excellent but too expensive restaurant in midtown.  He sensed that my thoughts were roaming all over the place and neither of us had much to 
drink.
     Back in his penthouse suite, I stripped and put on a thin silk, Japanese robe.  With the sash pulled tight I knew that a lot of my figure was being displayed nicely for him.  I walked into the living room and stood looking out at the spectacular view of the city.
     A moment later, Don's hands slid around my chest to cup my breasts and tease my nipples.  His lips caressed the side of my neck and his arousal poked at my buttocks causing me to
arch my back into him.  One of his hands dropped to my crotch and pulled me even tighter against him and I opened my robe to let the cool air try to fan the heat rising inside of me.
     With ease he picked me up and unceremoniously he dropped me on the couch.  I playfully turned onto my stomach but he quickly knelt between my thighs, pushed my robe up onto my
back, and lifted my hips.  Rather roughly, his very erect penis slipped a short distance into me and quickly pulled out.
     "Nooo," I moaned.  "Please."
     "Who do you belong to, Kiko."
     "Me," I replied and got a hard swat on my fanny as a reward.'
     "Who?"
     "Me."  This time the result was a series of stinging swats that aroused me still further.
     "You, master, and I want you right now."
     For a moment nothing happened but then he penetrated me completely saying, "You know I can't resist you at a moment like this, you devil."  His motions increased in pace as I bit into a pillow and as I felt his fingers digging into my sides we both came with a rush.
     A while later after we had moved to lie naked in bed together, he said he was going to miss me very much and asked whether I really wanted to spend time with Diane.
     "I think so, partly because I have more or less committed myself.  But I will miss you.  Do you know where she is going to take me and for how long?"
     "Not really.  I have some ideas and wanted to know more but felt this was between the two of you.  Do you want me to find out?"
     "No, I guess not."
     "I'm hoping that you will get some things out of your system and return, loving me as much as I love you."
     "Don, I already love you more.  And just maybe it will be good for you to miss me for a while.  Just don't forget me."
     "Never."  With that we fell asleep curled up together.
     When morning came I arose early, showered, dressed in black slacks and a soft pullover. By the time Don joined me, I had a big breakfast ready for him.  Actually I ate more than I usually do despite a few butterflies in my stomach.  We chatted about the weather, the news, and his schedule, avoiding any more conversation about Diane.  Then he stood and picked up his briefcase.  I quickly ran to him and gave him a tight hug and long kiss.  He  started to say something but then gave me another kiss and left for his offices.
     The suite seemed very empty as I picked up things and washed the dishes.  I packed some toilet articles, some more underwear, a robe, and another blouse.  I was looking around for something else to do when the intercom buzzed and the security man on the main floor said that a Diane Sawyer was there.
     "Yes, I was expecting her.  Please have her park in one of Don's slots in the garage and then send her up.  We will be leaving soon afterwards, probably using the private elevator.  And thanks."
     I had the door of the suite open when she arrived on the floor, and she emerged from the elevator with a broad smile on her face.  She was wearing leather pants, a tight red shirt and a black, cloth choker.
     She held out her arms and we quickly embraced.  Immediately I relaxed some for she certainly wasn't starting out like I thought she might. I showed her some of the things she hadn't seen previously in the suite and we had a cup of coffee together talking about her travels.
     Then she said, "Kiko, I will be real disappointed if you back out at this point, but I would understand and still like you very much."
     "No, Diane.  My curiosity and the challenge you pose won't let me."
     "Good.  I assume you packed a few things in that bag, so we're all set. 
  Let's go."
     "I'm ready and suggest that we take the private elevator that goes down to the garage.  I assume that you did come by car."  She nodded and followed me out.
     The car was a rather ordinary looking sedan except that it did have tinted windows.  Once we were in, Diane asked me to lean forward and put my hands behind me.  I  looked at her and then did as she had asked.  From beneath the seat she took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them on my wrists.
     "Thank you for not resisting.  Incidentally, any resistance will be held against you.” Another pair of handcuffs were then placed around my arms above my elbows, 
pulling them close to each other, thrusting out my breasts.  "You can lean back now if you wish.  I know that you will be a little uncomfortable but am sure you can tolerate it well.  For several reasons which I will not explain, I don't want you to see where we are going so..."  She placed dark glasses on me and immediately everything was black.  The glasses were opaque with cushions around the edges that
pressed against my face tightly and had an elastic band which she went around my head holding them in place.  Then I felt ankle cuffs snap shut and when I tried to separate my feet I found that there was an 8 inch chain holding them together.
     "From now on, you will answer direct questions but should otherwise remain silent.  How are you feeling?"
     "Excited but fine."
     "Yes, I can see your nipples standing up.  Try to relax and enjoy the ride."  She started the car and headed towards the exit which had a closed gate.  "How do we get out, Kiko?"
     "Punch 8-3-4-7 into the control pad and the gate will open."  Which it did, and off we went into the streets of Manhattan.
     At one point I realized we were crossing a bridge but I didn't appreciate any tollbooth. Apparently the car had an automatic EZ-pass or something.  We drove for about an hour in silence and then slowed and turned into a garage of some type for I heard a door being raised.
     When my door opened a female voice said, "Did she give you any trouble?"
     "None at all.  Kiko, get out of the car and stand there."
     My shirt was pulled up and off my head.  The arm cuffs were opened, the shirt pulled down to my wrists, the arm restraints replaced, the wrist cuffs removed and the shirt pulled off, and my wrists again locked.  In a similar way my pants and shoes were removed.  Then I gasped as my bra and panties were cut off me."
     I was about to comment but thought the better of it when I felt a rubber ball being pressed against my mouth.  I clenched my teeth but a hands pinched off my nostrils and held my head until I had to allow the ball gag to enter my mouth.
     "For resisting the ball you will be rewarded by this."  I felt a wide roll of rubber tape being wound around my lower face and chin, securing the gag in place and tried ineffectively to voice my objection.  Only a very brief moment passed as my glasses were removed and then the rubber
tape blocked my vision again as she wound it around the upper part of my head.  Soon I was swallowing my saliva and trying to remain calm.
     I heard something heavy being dragged close to where I was standing. "Down on your knees, Kiko."  The command was enforced my someone forcing my head down.  Then when a strap or whip lashed across my buttocks, I lurched forward, shuffling my  feet to keep from falling on my face.  Before I knew what was happening, I was inside a cage of some type and the door was locked shut.  The walls of the cage were only inches from my body, and I was hunched over, my bare breasts pushing into my thighs.
     Then the two of them lifted the cage up and slid it forward.  A door shut and I heard Diane say, "Thanks for the help.  See you later."  When the vehicle started up, I realized I had been put in some type of van or pickup truck.
     My inability to move very much became more and more uncomfortable as we drove for what seemed like a long time.  Diane had a radio playing and seemed oblivious to my moans
which at first were quiet and then louder.
     Finally we reached our destination and the cage was unloaded onto some type of dolly which they used to wheel me some distance.  The door to the cage was then opened and Diane commanded me to back my way out.  I did so and slowly straightened my aching back.  Still in the kneeling position, I felt the wrapping of rubber tape coming off.  When my eyes were uncovered I looked around to see Diane and a nurse standing in there.  We were in some type of medical examining room.
     "Before I remove your gag, Kiko, remember that you are not to speak unless specifically asked and your questions should be short and to the point.  You will address me as Mistress Diane.  Understand?"  I smiled and nodded.  She then removed the ball gag and the nurse wiped my face.
     "She's very pretty.  Wherever did you find her?" the nurse asked.
     "Don't flatter her.  She's an untrained, disobedient, stupid poor excuse for a human, aren't you, Kiko."
     "No, Mistress Diane."  The last two words were expressed very  sarcastically.
     "That remark will cost you dearly.  Now it gives me great pleasure to  put this around your neck."  It was a inch wide metal collar, fairly thick, with a locking device and several D-rings. There was number etched into it, and it felt heavy and cold as it snapped shut.
     "You are now wearing a special slave collar, the key to which is available only to the directors of this place.  Even I do not know where the keys are kept.  The collar means you are a slave, subject to the whims, wants and wishes of anyone who is not also a slave.  Furthermore, should you go near any of the doors, large windows or other exits from this place, they will automatically close and lock very quickly.  So don't think about trying to escape.  Should you trigger the doors to lock you will be very sorry.  Now get up on that 
examining table so that you can be processed by the nurse and the team doctor."
     I shuffled over to the table and sat down on its edge..  Diane unlocked the cuffs around my arms and wrists, and allowed me to bring my arms down to my sides where upon she locked my wrists in front of me.
     "Lie down, slave and let me get you secured so I can leave you and get into some different clothes." She swung my legs up and attached the ankle chain to something at the foot of the table while the nurse did the same to my handcuffs at the head.
     Diane said to the nurse, "You two have fun.  Here are the keys to her cuffs in case you need them.  And please page me when you are done with her."
     After Diane had left the nurse said, "I'm Susan and you can talk to me since I'm not involved in training or disciplining you.  My job is to check you out and make sure you are healthy."
     She picked up a clipboard with some forms on it and proceeded to take a very complete medical history.  From the way I answered her questions she soon realized that I had some medical training and soon we were chatting about the fact that I was a graduate nurse.  Then she took my temperature, checked my pulse and blood pressure and accepted the weight and height figures I gave her.
     "The doctor will do your abdominal and pelvic exams but I'm going to check some of the other things, so just continue to lie there."  She started with my head checking my hair for lice, my ears, nose and mouth for various things and then listened to my heart and lungs.  Her breast exam was very thorough feeling carefully for lumps and any nipple discharge.  Suddenly I felt her lips come down to my nipple on one side and her tongue brought it to attention very rapidly.
     "You really are beautiful, Kiko, and I love your breasts."
     I looked intently at her, trying to figure whether she was coming on to me...and decided she was.  To change the subject I asked, "Just what kind of a place is this. 
  I thought I was just going to be with Diane."
     "Well, it's referred to as 'The Club'.  I'm not sure how many members there are but they have to be pretty wealthy.  Like you, they are screened as far as health is concerned.  They are of both sexes and many sexual preferences.  There are also male and females slaves who can be used in any way by the members.  Incidentally, the slaves may be prisoners, like you, but some spend periods of time here and also have lives and jobs outside.  I'm sure that most make more money
as a slave than they do with their other jobs.  The building you are in has several floors and many rooms as well as a full kitchen and various types of dining and sleeping 
facilities.  Also, there are several branches of 'The Club' located in other states."
     "Susan, do you work here full time?"
     "Yes, in fact there are three nurses.  We work out our own schedules but basically only one of us is here at any one time.  For instance, I came back to work yesterday and will be here for three weeks, 24 hours a day."
     "Why do they need a nurse continuously?"
     "Well sometimes we have very little to do, but at other times we are very busy.  We have a very nice infirmary where we care for slaves, members and staff when they  need it, and are also equipped to do certain procedures.  You realize that although the members have great respect for the slaves, people can and do get hurt.  The games can get very rough at 
times.  Incidentally, I'd love to have ask for medical attention and can always come up with an excuse to keep you in the infirmary for a few days.  Wouldn't that be fun for both of us?  Just keep it in mind, Kiko.
     "Now I have to draw a sample of your blood to check for disease and  your DNA type, give you an injection, and then call the doctor."
     "Why the DNA and what is the shot?"
     "Well the injection is hormones to keep you from getting pregnant and the DNA is to establish parentage if you do."
     "You mean that men are going to have intercourse with me?"
     She stepped back and gave me a surprised look.  "Kiko, Diane, the rest of the staff and the members are going to do anything they want with you, and with a body like yours, you may need the infirmary very quickly."  She drew the blood specimen very skillfully, gave be the injection and
the doctor walked in as we were finishing.
     He was dressed in a classic white coat, seemed to be in his fifties and was short, balding and over weight.  Without a word, he put on a pair of latex gloves and felt my belly.  The nurse then freed my ankles and put my legs in stirrups.  His pelvic exam was rough but thorough enough to get me oozing, much to Susan's delight.  Then he did a rectal exam.
     "She's very tight down there.  Make a note of it.  Her trainer should do something about it, or else we are going to have her back with lacerations.  Anything else I should check?  And what is she, Japanese-American?"
     "I think so.  Oh, you might like to see her little tattoo.  It's on her buttock."  They bent my ankles way up towards my shoulders and they admired my little dragon.  "And 
her ears are the only things that are pierced."
     "I wonder how long that will last," he said as he departed.
     "Susan, what did he mean by that?"
     "Oh, most of the slaves have been pierced one place or another.  Here, I'll show you mine."  She unbuttoned the front of her uniform under which she wore no bra, and revealed her beautiful, full breasts, adorned my slender, gold nipple rings.
     "Don't they hurt?  And yes, I guess they are attractive."
     "No, they were for a few days at first, and when someone plays with them, I really get excited.  In fact, I have to leave them out a good part of the time to keep from playing with myself."
     "Susan, you really are something.  Now please tell me what you think Diane is going to do with me."
     "I really don't know but she has the reputation of being a very strong and strict dominant. I don't envy you for a moment.  Now I've got to give her a buzz."
     When Diane arrived a few minutes later, she was dressed in black leather shorts, a matching black toreador type leather jacket, opened to show a leather bra,  knee high boots, short leather gloves and a studded collar.  From the broad belt of her shorts dangled a cat-o'-nine-tails whip, a set of nipple clamps and an extra pair of handcuffs.  The sight of 
her made me smile and I think I would have laughed if her glare hadn't stopped me.
     As she and the nurse released me from the table and re-cuffed my hands behind my back, Diane said to Susan, "Please get the information into the computer today.  I've already filed some pictures of her and may add a few more later.  I think the members are really going to enjoy her."
     "I agree, Diane, but remember that she doesn't have medical clearance until her we get the AIDS and other test results back sometime tomorrow."
     "Fine.  If you haven't had lunch, how about getting something in the  dining room now?"
     "I'd love to.  Do you want to leave Kiko here or take her with us?"
     "We'll take her, but one improper move or response on her part will change that very quickly.  But I do want to dress her up a bit before we leave."
     From a bag she had brought in she took out a brown, leather shoulder and breast harness that she strapped on me tightly.  It pulled my shoulders back as well as cupped my boobs.  The second article was a broad leather belt with a crotch strap to which a dildo and an anal plug were attached.
     "How does that look to you, Kiko?  And answer me correctly."
     "Terrible, Mistress Diane."
     "Wrong answer, Kiko.  You should thank me for anything and everything I provide you with.  But you tried and were correct in the way you addressed me.  Now bend  over and let me get this on you."
     I hesitated one second too long.  She grabbed my long hair and pulled my head forward and down until she could wedge it between her thighs.  Then there was a swish and whip crashed across my buttocks several times as I yelped.  The stinging pain was not real severe but was surprise.  Her gloved hand then caressed my bottom.
     "Next time, you will obey immediately.  Now hold still while I put a  little lubricant on these plugs and get them into you."
     The dildo went easily and I felt a rush of pleasure but the other was something else.  It felt like a red-hot poker.
     "Careful, she's pretty tight," Susan said.
     ""Well, that's changing as of now."  The straps were buckled and locked, after which she released my head and attached a lead chain to my collar.  "Lunch time, girls."
     With tears in my eyes, I shuffled as fast as my ankle chain would permit.  There were numerous tables in the large dining area with a variety of people already sitting and eating.  They were in various stages of dress and undress.  Some were obviously businessmen and women. Near several of the tables, slaves were kneeling and this is how I found 
myself a minute later. Diane, locked the neck chain to one of the table legs and she and Susan went to get their food.
     When Diane returned she said to me, "Slaves are not allowed to sit at the tables.  But you wouldn't be comfortable sitting with those plugs in you anyway.  She used 
her napkin to wipe the tears off my face and started eating.  From time to time she would offer me a fork full.  The first
time, I refused the offering, but she used my hair to pull my head back and forced the food into my protesting mouth.  When she and the nurse had eaten enough, they both put  their plates on the floor and made me eat what was left.  Then Diane gave me a drink of water and wiped my face clean.
     As they got up, Susan said, "I think she will make a good slave.  Let me know if I can be of any help, and I'll post her test results into the computer system as soon as they are reported."
     "Thanks, Susan.  See you later.  Okay, Kiko, on your feet.  It's time to take you to my quarters."  We took an elevator up to the 4th floor and down a long hallway to a doorway that had 'Mistress Diane" printed on it.  She unlocked the door and we entered what seemed like a very nice apartment, except that there were numerous eyebolts in various parts of the walls and ceilings together with several pulleys and tackle designed for suspending slaves like myself.
     She removed the lead chain and then the belt and crotch strap, letting the last drop onto the floor.  "Kneel and lick the dildo clean, Kiko, and make it snappy.  Otherwise you'll be licking the anal plug as well."
     For a moment I considered disobeying but thought the better of it and did as she commanded.
     "Very well done, Kiko.  Now I'm going to explain a few things to you.  You are my slave. I can do anything I want with you.  You have some value, despite your lack of training, and therefore I won't kill you or sell you to an outside agency.  You will obey all my orders and always thank me, and the members of this club for anything they do to or with you.
     "If you prove to me that you are an appreciative submissive and if I find that you give me pleasure, then you will be rewarded and your life will be easier.  Do you 
understand?"
     "Yes, Mistress Diane, but I thought..."
     "Stop right there.  Your only thoughts and desires should be to make me happy and proud of how subservient you are.  Now you can start by licking the bottom of my boot."  She sat and crossed her legs, shoving one dirty boot sole into my face.
     "Ugh, it's dirty and you don't know where you've been walking."
     "Hm.  I take that for a refusal.  And I don't suppose you would kiss my ass hole either."
     "Diane, that's gross.  Why can't we be very good friends and have fun?"
     "Oh, Kiko, I'm going to have lots of fun.  Stand up immediately and follow me."  She led the way over to a different part of the room and pulled back a small rug to 
reveal several recessed rings.  Then she replaced my ankle cuffs with leather cuffs and chained them out to two of the
rings set about five feet apart so I was now standing with my feet separated about 2 " feet.
     "What are going to do, Diane?"
     She ignored my question as she locked a short chain around my waist.  After unlocking one of my handcuffs she immediately locked it to the waist chain and buckled a broad leather wristlet on the other.  A wire cable was lowered from one of the ceiling pulleys and attached to a D-ring on the wristlet.  Then she cranked the cable up to where my hand was 
just above my head. The other handcuff was replaced with a similar wristlet and I struggled a little as she clipped it to the same cable.
     "Aren't I kind to you?  Those wristlets are specially designed to not cut in when you are hoisted.  Watch."
     She began cranking again until I was up on my toes but she didn't stop until my hands were close to the high ceiling and until the ankle chains had become taunt  spreading my thighs markedly apart.
     As she wedged a ball gag into my mouth she said, "I hate to hear loud  screams.  They hurt my eardrums.  Now Kiko, here's the situation.  You elected to see what I was like as a dominatrix and whether you could resist becoming a full fledged submissive.  And you behaved pretty well at first.  But when we reached my rooms, you refused to kiss my boots and my ass, you spoke when I didn't want you to and you failed miserable in addressing me properly.  By  tomorrow you will act very differently.  I can guarantee that."
     I hung there suspended and spread-eagled, my wrists clamped tightly in the wristlets, and watched as she selected several whips and canes, but first she took out the nipple clamps and approached me.  She wet her fingers and twirled my little buds which immediately became engorged and erect, even more so when she kissed and tongued them.  I couldn't help but watch as she spread the jaws of one of the clamps, pulled the nipple out and let the jaws come together. I felt immediate pain but realized it wasn't severe.  The other clamp was dangling by a thin chain from the first and soon it was on my other nipple.
     I couldn't believe it when she picked up a second set of the clamps and proceeded to swing my hips around as much as possible as she fastened the jaws on the little folds guarding my vagina.  I was now torn between the pleasure of my arousal and the pain of the clamps.  She selected the cat-o'-nine-tails to begin my whipping and at first the blows 
were mere slaps that stung slightly and were actually sort of fun.
     ""I like to get warmed up a little.  This way I don't get tired too quickly."  Soon the blows had more force behind them and I had to fight to remain quiet.  This lasted 
until she changed to a riding crop and proceeded to cover just about every inch of my writhing body as I screamed into
the gag and fought strenuously to get loose.  Sweat was pouring down my body  and the fact that Diane was also sweating and breathing hard didn't help.  Every so often the 
blows would land on my breasts and finally she knocked the nipple clamps off.
     Finally she stopped and watched the tears running down my cheeks.  She left the room and returned with a glass of ice tea which she drank standing in front of me.  I let out a muffled, "Nooo," as she picked up a rigid slender cane and started all over.  For a few minutes I struggled to twist by body away from the blows but soon could do this no longer.  I 
was crying and pleading for her to stop.....and finally she did.  I was slowly lowered until my feet reached the floor but I would have fallen if it had not been for the cable suspending my  locked wrists.
     "Now, Kiko, you can nod or shake your head as I ask you some questions. 
  We can either resume your whipping or you can begin to behave like a good little slave.  Do you want to be whipped some more?"  I shook my head quickly.  "Are you going to do as I  request?"  I nodded affirmatively.
     "Good.  Now I'm going to lower you into a kneeling position and lock you hands in front of you.  When I remove your gag, I want you to thank me nicely for the beating.  I will then tend to your welt marks.  Understand?"  I nodded.
     She removed the ankle chains and cuffs, detached the cable and replaced the wristlets with standard handcuffs in front of me.  Finally she removed the gag, pulled up a chair and sat down. "Take a moment to settle down and use it to do some thinking, slave."
     And that's what I did.  I really wanted to be home in Don's arms and wished I had never met Diane.  How could she do this to me?  I looked down at the vivid red streaks on my poor pain filled body on which I still wore the shoulder harness and waist chain. 
  But I didn't think there was any chance of her releasing me.  And in a way I would have failed to really find out
what it was like to me a submissive under her.
     Finally I said, "Mistress Diane, thank you for whipping me.  I deserved it, and am sorry that I disappointed you.  I am a stupid untrained slave.  Please help me to do better."
     She smiled and replied, "That was pretty good, and I hope you meant it. 
  Go take a shower, dry yourself off and come back here on your hands and knees."
          When I passed through her bedroom I saw my little bag and took out my toilet kit.  I showered without much difficulty despite the handcuffs.  The water stung in 
several places until I turned down the force of the stream, but in general it felt glorious.  While washing, I realized that I still had the clips on my labia, but they were only slightly uncomfortable so I left them there.
     I finished drying my self and brushing my wet hair, got down on my  hands and knees and crawled into the living room where she was having a glass of wine.
     "Oh, Kiko you look refreshed.  Come over here and I'll give you a sip of my wine.  Do you feel better?"
     "Yes, Mistress Diane, thank you."
     "Now Kiko, I want you to lick the my boots and you needn't bother with the soles."
     I crawled over to where she was seated and did as she requested, looking into her eyes from time to time.  Then she stood up and asked me to undress her which I did slowly admiring her very good figure.  She took my cuffed hands and led me into the bedroom where she proceeded to kneel down on the bed.
     "Kiko, now you may kiss my ass hole and you'd better not hesitate."
     Remembering the whipping I had received, I quickly spread her buttocks and kissed her where she requested, happy to see that she looked quite clean.  With that she lay down on her stomach and directed me to get some body lotion from a cabinet nearby.
     "I would like a good massage and don't be too gentle, Kiko."
     "Yes, Mistress Diane," and I went to work on her shoulders working my way down to her thighs, legs and even her feet, kneading, rubbing and even pounding a little.  Then she rolled over onto her back.
     "You may continue and go slowly so I can enjoy it," she said.
     This time I started on her face, caressing her lips with my finger tips before moving down over her neck.  When I came to her breasts, I took my time, watching and feeling her nipples stand up and harden as I softly touched her.  When I reached her lower abdomen, she drew her knees up and let them fall to each side.  I took this as an invitation and let some of the ointment drip on her labia before beginning to rub and massage her.  She raised her somewhat flushed face and moaned a little.
     "Kiko, make me cum, please."
     Then I really went to work using just my fingers to enter her but then started kissing and tonguing her clitoris and folds.  Her hands came down behind my head and she pulled me deeper into her and she breathed and moaned louder.  I found myself getting almost as aroused but when she climaxed I still had a way to go.
     "Lie with me for a while my pretty little Japanese slave......and you may remove your labial clips if you wish."
     "Mistress Diane, it is an honor to wear them for you and I have enjoyed the last few minutes so much, I had forgotten they were there."  I curled myself next to her and I guess we
both fell asleep.
     I awoke when she got up from the bed, bent over and gave me a little  kiss.  "Kiko, I have to bathe, get dressed and then attend a business meeting which includes cocktails and dinner. Slaves are not included so I will feed you before I go.  Please draw my bath while I pick out some clothes to wear.
     It gave me pleasure to help with her washing and dressing and I found myself beginning to enjoy this experience more and more.  She then explained that the food she was about to serve me was designed to look like dog food but actually was very good dinner food, ground and blended
to make it look like a mess.  She took some of this from the refrigerator, heated it in a microwave and served it to me in a dog bowl that she placed in the corner of the kitchen along with a bowl of water.  Nearby she placed a small blanket and then locked a three-foot section of chain to my collar and a ring fixture in the wall.  Obviously I wasn't going to be doing any exploring and dinner for me with my wrists in handcuffs was going to be messy.
     After she left, I did taste the stuff and found it be rather bland but not too bad, so I finished every bit of it and drank some of the water.  Then time really dragged.  I was bored silly and wished she had left me with something to read.  I would have settled even for a book on slave training.
     Finally she returned and unhooked the chain, making me crawl behind her into the living room where she sat down in her easy chair.
     "Kiko, I'm going to give you some latitude in what you say for the next few minutes but continue to refer to me as Mistress Diane.  I have a little problem because I like you very much and therefore am having difficulty handling you properly.  I'm tempted to take you back to Don. Please tell me what's going through that mind of yours."
     "Well Mistress Diane, I was enjoyed some parts of the trips  here..wherever here is...but rebelled when you asked me to kiss your dirty boot soles.  Probably it wouldn't have hurt me but I wasn't ready for it.  And the whipping really was painful.  Thinking back on it, I realize that I was also turned on, confused and scared.  Now I don't know what to expect.  The nurse said that I probably would be available to the members of this Club, whatever it is, and I don't know what that means.  I was sort of expecting, bondage, pillories, X-frames, rubber and maybe even a strait jacket."
     "Kiko, I'm not about to answer most of your questions.  But I guess you are telling me that you don't want to say you're not able to continue our time together.  Is that right?"
     "Yes, Mistress Diane, I still have lots of unsatisfied curiosity."
     "Okay, let me arrange something for you then."  She went over to her computer which I guessed was constantly on, started doing some typing and used the computer mouse a great deal. When she came back over to me, she said that things were all set and that my computer profile was looking very good.  "All it needs is your test results and medical 
clearance.  Tomorrow your picture will probably be on the front page of the member's bulletin.  Now stand up and walk with me," she said, picking up the collar chain to lead me.
     We took an elevator down to a basement floor and then followed a long corridor past many doors until we got to one which Diane entered after pushing some numbers into a code box. Inside stood one of the largest black men I had ever seen.  He was dressed only in black leather pants and boots.  When we entered he said with a Jamaican accent, "Good 
evening, Mistress Diane.  I have things ready for you.  Do you wish me to help."
     "Yes, please, Macon, and this is my new slave, Kiko.  Please hold her while I remove her handcuffs."
     He moved in back of me, encircled my body with his huge arms and grasped my forearms firmly as Diane unlocked my wrists.  I could feel his body behind me and quickly became aware that his erection was pushing into the crevasse of my buttocks in a way that was quite stimulating. After removing the chain from my collar, Diane picked up a peculiar, 
figure-of-eight shaped, thick, strap arrangement that encircled my breasts and fastened in the back. 
  Although it made my boobs push out, I couldn't but think it had some other purpose.  Then she  selected a white canvas
Straitjacket and approached me.
     "Kiko, I think I am about to satisfy one of your curiosities."
     Enjoying the embrace I was in, I made like I was struggling as my hands slipped into the sleeves.  Macon released my forearms but moved his hands until he was 
holding my breasts tightly which served to stimulate my nipples and to bring me tighter against him.  Diane clipped the ends of the jacket sleeves temporarily together to hinder my arms movements and  then had Macon force me onto my stomach on the floor.  The two of them then laced up the 
back of the straitjacket, fastened the straps tightly across my back and waist and then pulled my arms through loops on the sides and in front until I was hugging myself very tightly.  The jacket came down only to my waist but I had seen a strap dangling from the lower edge and knew what it was for.
     "Keep her there while I get her helmet."
     At this point, Macon was sitting on my bare thighs with his hands on my buns, easily controlling my attempts to roll free.  I tried to see what kind of a helmet Diane was getting and it turned out to be made of thick black leather, molded to fit tightly and devoid of eye, ear and mouth openings although it looked like the mouth covering was detachable.
     "Mistress Diane, I....mmf."  That was my attempt to express some sentiment but I was cut off as they roughly pulled the thing over my head and a small pear gag entered my open mouth.  I could then feel them lacing up the back of the helmet and fastening straps.  I was now breathing rapidly through the openings over my nostrils.
     "Kiko, those few unsolicited words are going to cost you some extra time in that jacket as well as a few more restraints."  Diane's words were muffled by the thickness 
of the leather and I guess some padding.
     Macon said, "She sure has nice long hair, Mistress Diane."
     "Yes.  I think I may cut it much shorter if she doesn't learn to be a good slave very quickly."
     I gasped at what she had said.  I loved my long hair.  Meanwhile, they had rolled me onto my back and I could feel his strong hands raising my ankles and holding them apart.  I knew he must be looking right at my perineum and enjoying the view.  The thought  caused more excitement to grow inside of me and I knew I must be getting very wet.
     "Good, Macon.  Now hold her there while I get this diaper and plastic covering on her."
     I couldn't believe what I had heard, and I realized that I had not urinated in some time.  I tried to ask her to let me use the toilet, but couldn't even understand the very distorted words that came from my plugged and tightly covered mouth.  Then I felt the strap being fastened, pushing the cloth of the diaper into my vaginal area.
     "Macon, I probably should have let you use her but her test results are  not back.  Maybe some other time."
     "I would like that very much, Mistress Diane.  I would like to be of service to you and Kiko anytime."
     "Now, let's get her bound together with some leather straps and I then want to use some chains or rope to hogtie her, but not severely.  Just enough to make her really enjoy herself."
     Within minutes, my lower limbs were tight against each other and I then felt my ankles being drawn towards my waist until my knees were at right ankles.  Finally they hooked
something on the top of my helmet and drew my head back a ways.  It really wasn't too bad but certainly restricted me.
     "Is the room ready, Macon?"
     "Yes and I set the temperature as you requested."
     I felt myself lifted up, presumable by Macon, and then carried a short distance to where I was gently lowered onto my knees.  Under them I could feel a thick pad of some type as I sat back onto my legs and heels.
     "Have a good night, Kiko."
     There was a thump as I heard a door close, and then there was total and complete silence. I knelt there for a minute and then tried to inch my way forward.  Very quickly my chin met a padded wall and I fell onto my side.  Obviously I was in a padded cell of some type and it sounded as if I was going to be there for sometime.  I could lie on either side or on my stomach, and actually could get over on my back if I pulled my heels against my thighs to produce slack in the ankle chain.
     For a few minutes, I lay still and concentrated on getting my breathing into a slow, even pattern.  Happily I didn't have a cold so my nose was clear for I certainly 
couldn't breathe through my mouth.  I noticed that the room was fairly warm and I had already begun to sweat a little.  The fullness in my bladder wasn't bad as yet but I knew the time would come when I would be forced to urinate.  Ugh.
     Without much real hope, I began to test the jacket, seeing if I could get a enough slack in the sleeves to pull my arms out, or in the body of the thing to allow me to 
raise my arms up over my head.  But the loops prevented this and at most I could move my hands back only an inch or so.  What I did find was that when I pulled up on my arms, the strap running through my crotch pushed the diaper deeper into my vaginal area.  This began to heighten my arousal that had started with Macon and had increased as Diane bound me into the strait jacket.
     So I went to work repeatedly lifting my arms up and then lowering them. 
  I got hotter and hotter, my juices were running, but unfortunately the stimulation was just not quite enough.  I
ended up frustrated and sweaty.  For a few minutes I rolled around the floor, determining the size of the cell, and came to the conclusion that it was relatively small.  I laughed at myself for this knowledge did me absolutely no good.  Then I simply lay on my left side and relaxed.
     I guess I must have fallen asleep because for a moment I didn't know exactly where I was. Then it all came back to me together with a real signal from my bladder that the time had arrived to do something about the pressure.  I rolled onto my back and let go, feeling my urine squirt into the diaper, particularly in the area between my buttocks.  What a mess.  I only hoped I didn't have to shit.  For a few minutes, I did some loud moaning into the gag, wondering whether someone
was listening somehow.  This also seemed futile.  So I tried to get comfortable and went back to sleep.
     This time I was awakened by someone unhooking the chains from my helmet and my ankles to my waist area.  Then the straps holding my ankles and knees together were removed, after which the person proceeded to remove my diaper, washing my crotch, applying a little powder and then putting on a new, dry nappy, holding it in place with the crotch strap as before. But my legs were not strapped back together.
     Then whoever was with me, removed the mouth covering and the gag.  As I was about to speak, I felt a finger placed on my lips signaling me to keep quiet.  I was helped into a kneeling position and a glass of water was held up to my mouth.  It was cool and tasted delicious.  After several swallows, I was unceremoniously pushed laterally causing me to fall onto my side.  Of course the padded floor made the landing soft but I still let out a yelp followed be a few
expletives.  Then the door closed with a thud and I was again alone.
     The fact that my legs were free as was my head seemed glorious.  I rolled around some more and then even worked my way into a standing position.  But moving around the small cell, feeling the walls with my knees didn't help me find any doorway, so I just kicked the four walls a few times and lay back down and fell back asleep, enjoying the helplessness of the jacket.

                       CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

     A gentle hand over my mouth awakened me from a deep sleep.  The touch was soft and I immediately thought it was probably a woman.  The hand reminded me to remain silent but to make sure a few seconds later the mouth portion of the mask was pressed into position, effectively gagging me.  Then I was rolled onto my back and the person knelt between my thighs to unbuckle the crotch strap and remove the diaper which happily had remained dry.
     Fingers caressed the inside of my thighs and slowly worked their way towards my labia and clitoris.  By the time they reached those sensitive spots I was ready to go and the fingers slid into my vaginal introitus easily as I moaned in ecstasy.  I was sure now that this was a woman for only a female really knew where the very sensitive regions were, and just how gentle and slow to touch me.  It had to be Diane.  The fingers were withdrawn and I heard a buzzing before the
vibrating dildo was inserted.  It didn't take long for the person to work wonders with me but just before I climaxed, the dildo was withdrawn and I cried in disappointment.
     My helmet was unbuckled, unlaced and removed after I had been brought to a sitting position on the padded floor.  And there sat Diane with a big smile on her  face.
     "Did you have a good night, Kiko?"
     "Yes, Mistress Diane, and I knew it was you who awakened me.  Thank you but you stopped tantalizing me too soon."
     She laughed and said, "Stand up and I'll get you out of that thing if  you've enjoyed it long enough."  The jacket was removed as well as the thick crossing bra, and my wrists placed in handcuffs in front of me after which she snapped a lead chain onto my collar.  We made our way back to her quarters, encountering one or two salves and their mistresses or masters on the way. I wondered how they had spent their nights.
     "Kiko, tell me how you felt in the strait jacket."
     For the next few minutes I described what it was like and told her I really enjoyed being held so tightly, although I was a little worried about the tightness of the  helmet and the fact that I could only breathe through my nostrils.
     "Mistress Diane, supposing I had gotten into trouble in that padded room?"
     "We would have known it immediately.  That bra we put on you had sensors that measured your pulse, breathing and oxygen levels.  They were constantly monitored by Macon or
one of the other staff all night.  Now Kiko, I want you to make us some breakfast and I hope you are a good cook.  Then we will get some exercise."
     "Yes, Mistress Diane.  What would you like?  I am not much of a cook but think I can please you."
     "You had better....and don't take all day."
     In the refrigerator I found orange juice, bacon, eggs, milk and a few other things. Although it was more than I usually ate, I decided to fix some omelets.  When I came out I was surprised to see that she had set the table for two.  And she immediately began eating apparently pleased with what I had placed in front of her.
     I knelt down on the floor beside her but she immediately said, "Kiko, join me at the table. You must be hungry and this is delicious."  So, except for the fact that I wore handcuffs and was nude, we sat chatting and eating almost like a normal couple.
     After we finished, Diane said, "What do you say to a little work out down in the gym, Kiko?"
     "Whatever you wish, Mistress Diane."
     She went to a closet and returned with a green sports bra and matching tight low cut shorts that hugged my hips and upper thighs.  Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised that the bra had openings for my nipples and areola to poke out and the shorts had no covering for the crotch.  Diane herself came out in armless, tight black cotton jump suit and sneakers.  Around her waist she buckled a wide leather belt on which she hung some keys, and extra set of handcuffs and
a whip.  Then off we went.
     The gym was a big room with lots of Nautilus equipment, treadmills, automatic stairs, weights, etc.  The were about a dozen men and women already there exercising at the various
machines.  Some were obvious slaves like me but only one of these appeared to be undergoing any punishment.  She was hanging upside down by her ankles while her master was using a riding crop on her hind end.
     Diane led me over to a pair of treadmills and indicated that I was to climb on.  She set the dials and used my handcuffs and her extra pair to cuff me to the side rails. 
  Then she pushed the button and I was immediately in a fast but comfortable walk.  She then mounted the adjacent treadmill and started it in motion at about the same rate as mine.
     I watched her closely admiring her strength and ease of motion.  She really was an attractive woman.  About this time, she reached across and twisted the speed dial up to a slow run, after which she did the same with her machine.  Initially the faster speed was easy to keep up with but then I began to breathe hard and broke out in a sweat.  When I 
looked at Diane, she seemed to be breathing normally and was cool as a cucumber.
     I resolved to not let her beat me but a few minutes after she increased the speeds even farther, I was panting and beginning to stumble.  Sweat was running into my eyes and I feared that I might fall onto the swiftly moving treadmill surface .  Diane was still running easily and was grinning at me.
     "Kiko, I thought you were in good condition.  Just look at you.  Have you had enough?"
     As much as I hated to admit it, I said, "Yes, Mistress Diane."
     She slowed the machines and then stopped them.  After my handcuffs were unlocked from the rails, I stepped off and only then happened to see that my treadmill was set at about an 8 degree slope whereas hers was level.  So I had been running uphill all this time.  Diane saw that I had figured things out and just laughed while I bent over to catch my 
breath.
     "Next, Kiko, I want to see you exercise your pecs with a little weight lifting."  She led me over to one of the machines, had me lie down on the flat mat and reach up 
for the barbell in the rack.  Diane set some weights and had me try to take the bar off and do some presses, which I
found I could do fairly easily.
     She then added some additional weights, at down on astride my thighs and ordered me to do twenty presses.  "I'll count for you, Kiko."
     Just as I did the first I felt her swat my exposed nipples with her little whip.  "One," she said.  By the time I got to twenty, I could barely press the bar up onto the 
rack and both breasts were on fire.  She leaned forward and kissed me while I felt one of her hands playing at my
vaginal introitus.  I was almost too tired to moan but couldn't hold it back.
     "Grab a towel and let's get back to my rooms for a shower."  Happily she didn't put the cuffs back on me.  In fact we walked hand-in-hand back to the elevator and hence to her suite. There she had me get in the shower with her and wash every inch of her body after which she did the same for me.
     A few minutes later, she lay down on her bed pulled me on top of her, and said, "Kiko, I want you to pleasure me.  Take your time and use your imagination."
     "Mistress Diane, can I use your handcuffs on you?"
     For a moment she didn't answer.  Then she replied, "Yes, but no gags, and if I ask to be released you must do so at once.  Understand?"
     "Yes, Mistress Diane."  I made sure I had the key for the cuffs and then proceeded to lock her wrists around on of the uprights in the headboard.  Then I found a silk scarf in one of her drawers, wound it up and used it to blindfold her as she tried to make up her mind about objecting.
     Then I started something I had longed to do to her for a long time.  It was series of kisses, nibbles, caresses, licks, sucks, touches, light pinches and swats, covering 
just about every inch of her beautiful, naked body. Gradually, I zeroed in on her clitoris and introitus.  By this time she was writhing, pulling on her bound wrists and giving soft cries as I found one sensitive spot after
another.  Finally with my tongue licking away and with two fingers deep inside of her, she bucked and cried loudly as she came with ecstasy.
     I fell on top of her sweaty body and kissed her long and deeply.  As I removed her blindfold and released her wrists, she said, "You are a beautiful woman, Kiko.  Thank you.  If this goes on much longer, I may admit to loving you."
     "Thank you, Mistress Diane.  I'm afraid I enjoyed it also."
     "Kiko, lie with me for a while."  After I had laid down, she curled her body around mine and said, "We are going to have a late lunch with Macon and then you can spend the afternoon relaxing.  Tonight, you will be presented to the members and undoubtedly, one or two of them will have already put in bids for you.  I want to see how things go. Frankly, I had planned to keep you here for 10 to 14 days, but am becoming concerned about you."
     "Why, Mistress Diane, aren't I doing all right, and don't you think I can play games like any of the slaves?"
     "Yes, but some of the games can be rough, and my feelings for you may interfere with my sharing you with certain members."
     I was pleased by what she was saying, but confused by what she thought might happen. But she refused to answer any further questions and simply told me to shut up and lie still.
     We must have both fallen asleep for when I looked at the bedside clock it was past 1 p.m. "Mistress Diane, what time are we supposed to meet Macon?"
     She opened her eyes, kissed me and said, "In about thirty minutes.  Get yourself made up, brush that beautiful long hair of yours and I'll get you something to wear." 
   From a closet she brought me a pink, sarong-type dress that reached from just above my breasts down to my upper
thighs.  It closed tightly around me using a double ended zipper.  Obviously it could be opened from either end, providing easy access to breasts and crotch.
     Diane dressed in a tight black latex outfit that was essentially a cat suit.  As usual she buckled a broad belt around her slender waist and then had me lace up her black, calf high boots, kissing the toes when I was finished.
     "Now Kiko, it is appropriate for a new slave girl to wear leather wristlets and anklets so I am going to put in a request to our storeroom and we can stop by there on our way to the dining hall."  This was all done through her computer and before we left she punched in a few more keys and showed me the write up and pictures of myself.  I didn't have time to  read the description but it looked reasonable accurate and the pictures were well chosen to show me in various stages of bondage, dress and undress.
     At the counter in the storeroom, an attendant had the items ready for Diane as well as a set of transportation chains.  The leather wristlets and anklets were thick and at least five inches wide, closing with a broad flap and buckle which locked.  It didn't take long for my wrists and ankles to be encased and Diane had the attendant keep the keys. Then she locked the chain around my waist, fastened my wristlets to the back, and attached my anklets so that they would only go about 8 inches apart.  These keys, she kept.
     "Kiko, now you look more like my slave.  Let's not keep Macon waiting any longer."  As I took short, fast steps trying to keep up, she observed, "That's how I always imagined Japanese women walking."
     We found Macon sitting on a stool at a bar in the dining room, drinking a beer and eating some pretzels.  When he saw us, he started to get up but Diane said we would join him there rather than sit at a table, and much to my surprise, she had me sit on the stool next to him rather than kneel on the floor.  She then took the stool on my other side.
     Macon said, "You both look stunning.  I took the liberty or ordering a  large platter of oysters but didn't know what you wanted to drink."
     Diane replied, "Sounds great, although Kiko gets aroused very easily.  Who knows what the oysters will do to her.  I am surprised you decided to lunch with us on your day off."
     "I was honored by your invitation and a chance to see Kiko again.."
     Diane ordered iced tea and salads for both of us and Macon had a large roast beef sandwich.  Obviously when we were served, I wondered how I was going to eat with my hands
locked behind me.  Without any discussion between them, both Diane and Macon took turns shoveling food into my mouth and bringing the tea to my lips.  Also, Macon seemed intent on my
consuming a big share of the raw oysters, something I had always enjoyed.
     And his manner of feeding me was more than interesting.  He swiveled his seat towards me, bring his thigh against mine, grabbed my long hair in his closest hand, tilted my head back, and dropped in the slippery oysters.  When we were nearly through, he held me this way and poured tea into my mouth so fast that some ran down my chin and bare upper 
chest.
     "Oh, I'm sorry, Kiko.  Let me wipe that up."  With a napkin he started drying up the tea, using my hair to turn me even farther towards him.
     I think it was his touches, the helplessness of my locked wrists behind me, and perhaps the oysters together with my proximity to this very large, muscular black man 
that had me excited, flushed and very much aware of the protrusion of my nipples that were very apparent through the thin material of my sarong.  As he finished wiping me, he brought his lips to mine, his tongue seeking an opening.
     When he released my hair I looked quickly at Diane who was sitting there amused and smiling at me.  I didn't dare look at Macon's face so I looked down at my  lap and couldn't help to see his erection pushing up at the front of his leather pants.  I quickly looked back at Diane who this time was smiling at Macon.
     She said, "I'll unlock her ankles to make things easier for you, Macon. 
  And Kiko, I don't want to hear a sound out of you."
     A moment later with my ankles free, I felt his hand unzipping my dress first from the bottom up and then from the top down so only the waist chain kept it from falling off completely. Rather easily, he put a large hand on either side of my waist and lifted me high, turning me in the process, until I was facing him, my thighs astride his.  At some point he had opened his pants and I looked down to see a huge, very erect penis pointing up at me.  It was the largest I had ever
imagined and I thought that there was no way it would ever fit in me.
     I squirmed a little in his hands as he gradually lowered me until his  glans was poised at my introitus, my lubrication in the turned on position.  His mouth again closed on mine to stifle the moan that started as he lowered me farther and farther.  He felt so big....and so wonderful.
Maybe later I would have pain but at that point I just wanted all of him.
     My bare feet found the rungs on his stool and I began to help him raise and lower me, the depth of his penetration proving to be amazing.  Soon he let me control his thrusting while his hands squeezed my bare breasts and he nibbled at my neck.  Then as our movements became more frantic, his hand reached up to cover my mouth tightly.  A wave of warm glow 
spread throughout my system as I felt him gush into me in spurt after spurt.
     As I collapsed against him, I heard applause from some of the other people sitting at the tables not far away, and I hung my head in embarrassment.
     "Thank you, Kiko.  You are every bit as good as I expected, you are truly beautiful, and I don't know how I managed to stay away from you in that padded cell all night.  Diane, I'll be glad to help in her training in any way you wish."
     "Macon, this was just my way of showing you how much I appreciate your help in the past.  Hopefully I will be able to count on you in the future as well.  Now would you please put Kiko back on her stool and zip that weapon of yours back up."
     This he did and I then spent a few minutes trying to get my emotions under control. Diane zipped my dress closed. When we stood up to leave I looked down to  see the stool seat spotted with my secretions and his cum.  Much to my dismay, Diane had me lick it clean and I obeyed until a waiter said he would finish cleaning up.
     Back in her suite, Diane had me lie down on her bed after she had covered it with a rubber sheet.  Then she fixed my limbs in a spread eagle position using ropes between the bedposts and my ankles and wrists.  All this was dome without a word of explanation until she said, "Kiko, you
probably are wondering why I let Macon have his way with you.  Well, it was just to show you that as my slave I can do with you anything I please.  And beginning this evening, you are also subject to the whims and fancies of the members.  Now I want you to be  particularly presentable for whatever anyone chooses to do to you, so I'm going to be sure that your are properly shaved."
     As she got together a basin of water, some shaving soap and a razor, I was tempted to ask her a few questions but she sensed this and placed a finger across her mouth  indicating that I was to remain silent.  Then she set to work lathering me up and then giving me a very close shave. When she poured after-shave lotion on me there was a few seconds when it felt soothing but then the fire set in.  I let out a series of "Oh, oh's," and writhed against the ropes that bound me in
position as she simply grinned.
     "Now, I am going to let you get some sleep in case you have to be awake most of the night."  She pulled the curtains and departed, leaving me smarting from the lotion, but after a while I guess I did fall into a nap.
     The next thing I knew Diane was saying, "Time for you to get pretty.  Go take a shower and I'll lay out your clothes."  With this, she untied the ropes and released me, leaving the anklets and wristlets in place.
     I showered, brushed my hair, put on some make up and emerged from the bathroom to find Diane sitting and sipping some wine.  On the bed were a red, strapless bra and some sequined slacks that were hip huggers cut low on my belly.  Their chief feature turned out to be the fact that they had no covering for my crotch.  There also was a short, clear 
plastic rain jacket which told be to put on as well as the other articles.  As usual, I was expected to be bare foot as befitted a slave.
     Once I had the things on, she put me in transportation chains with my hands locked to the belt behind me.  With a leash on my collar, she led me from the apartment.
     "Now Kiko, I want you to make me proud.  Be courteous to the members  and it is okay to moan or plead when they do things to you.  But don't get caught faking.  I have no way of knowing what is planned for you but sooner or later they will deliver you back to my rooms.  If I'm not there, lock your self in a cage I'll leave open for you.  Any questions?"
     "Not really Mistress Diane, but what will you be doing?"
     "Having fun as a dominatrix....and worrying a little about you."
     Soon we reached a small ballroom that had a large, slightly raised platform at one end. There multiple tables at which a fair number of people were sitting chatting, drinking or having dinner.  We went up to one table and joined some men and women who Diane knew.  She pointed at the floor and I immediately knelt by her knee, keeping my eyes down as she had instructed. Otherwise she ignored me until an announcer read a list of names, including mine, and request that they by brought up to the stage and be displayed.
     Diane pulled me to my feet with the leash and led me up to where a male attendant was standing.  There she removed my chains and leash.  Immediately the attendant removed my clothes, hooked my wristlets to a crossbar that was suspended by a single rope from a rafter.  My anklets were then hooked to short ropes that were anchored to eyebolts in the stage.  The crossbar was then raised until I was spread-eagled with my feet just touching the floor.  I looked out on a sea of faces of the people sitting at the tables and also noticed the slaves suspended on the stage with me.  One was a slightly overweight white man who was sporting an erection. Obviously he was excited by what was happening.  Come to think of it, I 
myself sensed a certain want in my nipples and vagina.
     The announcer walked around, using a portable microphone and describing each of us in detail.  Then he said the members were now free to come up onto the stage and get acquainted with us, after which we would be turned over for the evening to whoever had placed the highest bids for us.
     Rather quickly I was surrounded my five or six people, men and women. One of the men moved in front of me and reached up to cup my left breast, feeling its weight and fullness.  "What is your name, slave?"
     "Kiko, master."
     "I understand that Diane is your mistress.  She usually trains her slaves well.  Right now, I am not your master so you can call me Sir.  If my bid for you wins, then I will be your master. And you can call these women, Ma'am.  You have very nice breasts and I bet your nipples like to be stimulated."  His fingers caressed my nipples and he smiled at their response.
     "And I love your hair, Kiko," said one of the women.  "Maybe I'll put in a bid to shave it all off.  It would make a beautiful pony tail for one of my male or female ponies, don't you think?"  With that she pulled my long hair down forcing my head back.
     "Ma'am, I'm sure it would do nicely but I beg you not to cut my hair.  I can pleasure you in many other ways."
     Just then one of the other men, swarthy and rather over weight, swatted my ass hard with a whip and I responded with an, "Oh, thank you Sir."
     "You liked that, Kiko?  In that case, let's raise her up and see how long she remains thankful."  He pushed a button on a nearby pedestal and the crossbar went up until my feet were clear of the floor.  Then he untied my ankles and immediately I started slowly turning, suspended by the single rope to the crossbar.  One of the people spun me faster as the man started to whip me, the blows landing on various areas, stinging like fire.  Within a minute it was clear that he was out of control and I was yelping with pain.  "Asiatic whore, I am really going to enjoy doing all sorts of things to you."
     The man who had felt my breasts restrained the other man and held him until an attendant came up and led him off the stage.  The first man stopped me from spinning and said, "Kiko, I apologize for that member.  I think he has had too much to drink..  I'll get some salve for those welts."
     He went towards the side of the stage and his place was taken my a tall, full-breasted white woman who held my shoulders and slowly moved closer until her chest was against mine and her lips were inches from my mouth.  Before I knew it, she was kissing  me fervently, her tongue playing games with me.  Then one of her hands slid down my sweaty body until she was cupping my mons.  My body immediately went into second gear and then overdrive.
     "You like that, don't you, Kiko?"
     "Yes, mistress...or ma'am."
     "Would you like to spend the night with me, Kiko?"
     "Yes, ma'am.  I would like that very much."
     She turned me around and fitted her body to my back, her teeth nibbling at my neck and both hands exploring my labia.  "Well, I'll give it some thought."  She then wandered away
towards one of the other slaves.
     This time it was a rather heavy black man who started examining me.  "Open your mouth, Kiko," which I did.  "You are very pretty and well built for a Japanese woman, not chunky like some.  And I like your little tattoo.  I see your ears are pierced.  How about your nipples?"
     He pulled these out rather roughly to inspect them as I said, "No, Sir."
     "Oh, that's regrettable.  They should be adorned with beautiful rings or pendants, don't you think?"
     I didn't know what to say in reply.  "Er, I'd rather they remained as they are so that men could play with them and see them respond, Sir."
     "No, play would be more fun for me if I could lead you around with leashes attached to your rings.  I could make you do anything.  I could pull them out like this."  He pinched both nipples and pulled forcefully.
     Without thinking I lashed out with a foot and caught him right in the crotch.  He gasped and said, "Bitch, you'll pay for that.," and staggered off as I saw the first man returning.
     "Kiko, that's a bad man to make angry.  How can you get into trouble in just a minute or so?"
     He lowered me down until my feet were back on the floor and began to apply a little of the soothing ointment to some of the raised red, lash marks. One of these marks was right across my nipples and he administered to these as well.  His touch was a caress and was followed my a tantalizing lick with his tongue eliciting an involuntary moan of delight 
from me.
     "You have very responsive nipples, don't you, Kiko?"
     "Yes, Sir."
     "In a few minutes, you will have to call me Master for the rest of the evening.  My bid for you was the highest."
     "Thank you, Master."
     "You're welcome.  Would you like to see how big your nipples can be?"
     "What do you mean, Master?"
     He didn't answer but instead said something to one of the attendants and then applied salve to the rest of my marks.  The attendant rapidly returned holding some tubing and a cylindrical object about two inches in diameter.  The tubing was in the form of a "Y" and the cylinder was plugged into the long end.  The other ends terminated in small, clear plastic cylinders about a half inch in diameter and two inches long.
      His mouth came down to my left nipple and his tongue began playing a tune followed by a little nipping with his teeth.  He then switched to my right nipple and both were now standing at attention.  Without a word he held the two small cylinders over my erect buds as the attendant pulled a plunger slightly out of the larger cylinder.  The result was to apply suction to both nipples.  Repeatedly the plunger moved back and forth, each time to a greater extent.
     From my lips came a soft moan.  The sensation was like someone sucking on my nipples but stronger, bordering on discomfort but basically really turning me on.
     "Do you like that, Kiko?  And look how big they are," my new master asked.
     "Yes, Sir...I mean Master."
     He nodded at the attendant who pulled the plunger out as far as possible and I quickly looked down as the pleasure and discomfort increased.  With a simple maneuver, the tubing was
unfastened from the nipple cylinders, small valves maintaining the marked suction.  My nipples were now filling the ends of the cylinders, swollen far more than I had ever 
seen.
     My master flicked the cylinders sending shivers through me and said, "I'm going to leave those in place for a while and move you to a private room where I can enjoy you a little more intimately".  He spoke to the attendant for several, obviously ordering multiple things.  Although curious, I didn't think it wise to inquire what he had in mind for me.
     When the attendant returned, he was carrying a large bag and was pushing an upright metal device which had two wheels and obviously used to move heavy boxes or even refrigerators.  The first thing my master took out from the bag was a white, 
leather strap harness which he quickly buckled tightly around my chest and waist.  The cross strap beneath my breasts caused them to pout out nicely and the piece that ran through my crotch from the front to the back of the belt quickly made itself known to my sensitive vaginal lips.  Then came a wide, white leather collar which he put on over the one already in place.  This held my head high and almost immovable..  After having me move my feet together, white straps were used to bind my thighs, knees and ankles tightly.
     Meanwhile the attendant was braiding my long, black hair. I didn't realize it at first but when I felt my hair pulled upwards towards the center of the crossbar, I looked up to see that he had braided a rope into my hair and was fastening the rope to the bar, causing me to go up on my
tiptoes.  I hoped that he wasn't planning on trying to lift me any farther by my hair.
     The attendant then released my wrists from the bar and held them together behind my low back as my master bound them together with still another strap.  I teetered a little on my toes but my hair prevented me from falling.  Then from the bag came a single, white single glove which was pulled up my arms, laced very tightly and the upper straps were used to 
encircle my shoulders, pulling them back.  By now there were several bystanders watching as I became more and more helpless.  I was looking at their expressions when a leather helmet with only nose holes came down over my face.  A thick sponge pad fixed to the inside covered my mouth and, as the
helmet was laced, pushed tightly against my lips.
     Although my ears were covered, I could still hear enough to understand my master when he said, "Kiko, you look very nice, bound up that way.  For your information, the helmet is also white."  To the onlookers, he added, "Sorry to take her away from you good people but from now on I am going to enjoy her charms in private."
     I felt the metal piece of the box carrier slide beneath my feet, I pushed back against the upright portion and straps were used to bind my body to the cold metal.  Then the carrier tilted backwards and we began to move.  It was a crazy sensation and I of course didn't have any idea
where we were going.  All I knew was that tight bondage, the vacuum cups on my nipples, the immobilization, the swaying motions and the pelvic strap were getting my hormones flowing.  I tried to sink against the strap but of course it simply moved with me, not that much motion was possible.  I simply hoped that I was having an effect on my temporary master.
     I know we changed floors for I could feel the motion of an elevator.  Finally we stopped and the straps binding me to the dolly and then those binding my lower extremities together were all removed.  Hands on my shoulders guided me a few steps and then held me as someone hooked a rope or wire to the tip of my single glove.  With an upward pull I was 
forced into a classic strap ado position, bent forward at the waist, hands held as high as my 
shoulders would allow and my feet just reaching the floor.  I knew that my rump was sticking out and wondered when it
would receive a blow.
     Although I had experienced no particular problems with the helmet, I was happy to feel it being removed.  My master stood in front of me smiling as he wiped saliva from my face.  I turned a little and saw that the attendant was also present.
     "How are doing, Kiko?  Did you enjoy the helmet and being moved that way?" my master asked.
     "Yes, master.  Being bound tightly and being made to feel helpless for some reason usually turns me on."
     "I hope you don't mind my punishing those pretty buttocks of yours."
     "Master I am pleased you have chosen me rather than one of the other slaves and you can do with me as you wish.  I doubt if I could interfere even if I wanted."
     He laughed and picked up a broad leather strap and walked behind me.  Although I expected the first blow, it still caught with some surprise when the audible slap, the sting and then the warmth occurred.  I involuntarily started to swing my body around to avoid the next blow but he simply circled with me, raining well-directed swings at me.  Then the attendant grabbed my long hair and held me.  From time to time, my master would stop and caress my rump, taking pleasure in the redness and heat that I am sure were there. The blows came faster and harder until I finally was crying out with each and begging for him to stop.
     "Kiko, you took that very well.  Obviously you are well trained."  He turned to the attendant and said, "Let's get her up on that horse so I can really enjoy her."
     The two of them pulled something that resembled a large sawhorse out from the corner to the room.  I could see that the crosspiece on the top was about four inches wide so I didn't expect that sitting on it would be particularly uncomfortable, but most surprising was the fact that at one
end was a sort of pillory with holes for wrists and neck. The wide collar of white leather and the single glove were removed, and I was made to mount the "horse", finding that 
there was a little step-like projection on each of the rear legs.  By bearing weight on these, I could almost hold
myself up off the crosspiece.
     Each of the two men grabbed a wrist and bent forward into the open pillory which was then closed and locked around my neck and arms.  Happily the holes were padded so they weren't abrasive but they were snug and I knew I couldn't pull my hands out.
     My master brushed my hair away from my face, pulled my head back, bent over and kissed me on the mouth, lingering to tantalize me with his tongue.  I could see that his erection was pushing on his pants.  He then went beside me and played with the little vacuum devices on my nipples, sending feelings down to my pelvis.  Then his fingers began exploring my nether folds, gently rubbing my clitoris and circling my vaginal orifice.  A moan of delight erupted from me.
     "You like that, don't you?"
     "Yes, master.  Very much."
     "How about this?"  I sensed him go behind me and realized that the length of the crossbar was such that it ended at my pubis leaving my pelvis out in the breeze.  His 
strong hands lifted my hips slightly and then the head of his penis was searching for my vagina.  I moved a little higher by pushing down with me feet of the steps and was rewarded my feeling him slowly slip into my well-lubricated channel.
     He began moving in and out, varying the rhythm and depth as I said, "Yes, please, oh..and a few more things."  As his motions became more rapid, his hands reached up to my breasts, pulled the vacuum things off and began squeezing me.  I came all too quickly but he didn't quit until he himself was satisfied a minute or so later.  Moving in front of me he again kissed me and then sat down in a chair.
     To the attendant he said, "Do you wish to use her mouth?  I can see that you also are aroused."
     I considered objecting but doubted if it would matter.  Giving "head" was something I was never comfortable with from the time I was instructed in the techniques by Kazu.  But I guess I did pretty well for it didn't take long before my face sported spurts of cum.  My master then led me into the adjacent bathroom where we showered together.  I truly enjoyed being washed and returning the pleasure.
     Later, with both of us wearing thin robes, we sat at a small coffee table, sipping wine and talking.  He was interested mainly in my emotions, asking what I enjoyed and 
didn't enjoy.  I in turn wanted to know what gave him pleasure.  It seemed that he was happiest in his role as a
dominant male but this didn't include making a woman feel debased.
     "I think that when a beautiful female like you is bound and helpless, you really are extraordinarily attractive and as such hold tremendous power over me."
     I guessed I had really never thought about this and the idea was intriguing.  I wondered whether I had the same effect on Don...or Diane.  At that moment I really missed being with Don and hoped that this flight of fancy with Diane was not going to be long.
     My thoughts were interrupted by this man in front of me asking, "Kiko, would you consider letting me put you through one other thing before we call it quits? 
  It is on the scary side and I won't do it if you say no."
     "Master, how can I answer that without knowing what's involved?"
     "It involves total immobilization and some sensory deprivation."
     "Those never bothered me before.  Now you're getting me excited again."
     "Well let me make a call to see if the facility is available.  If so, I'll take you here.  You can back out later if you change your mind."
     He dialed a number and then spoke into the phone, "Is Room 44 being used?......Good....How about a technician?........Sounds great, we will meet her there in a 
few minutes.....yes, Kiko and I".
     "Kiko, I'm going to get some pants and a shirt on but you might as well go as you are. But since you are my slave, snap that lead on your collar and lock your wrists behind you.  You'll find handcuffs in that cabinet over there."
     It had been some time since I had engaged in self bondage and the concept made my heart rate increase.  I attached the lead strap and opened the cabinet.  There 
were all sorts of cuffs, chains, gags, helmets and ropes there.  I looked around and saw that my master had gone into the bathroom so I decided to do a little more than he had asked.  I choose a transportation set of chains and quickly locked the ankle cuffs and the waist chain in place, leaving the attached wrist cuffs dangling behind me.  Next came a ball gag which was hard to get in because of its size,
followed my a blindfold in the form of eye pads and a head encircling strap. 
  Finally, I put my hands behind me, closed the cuffs on my wrists and stood there in the darkness waiting.
     I never heard him approach me and therefore jumped when I suddenly felt his fingers grab my nipples.  "What, no little clamps for you beautiful buds here?  But you did a great job on the rest of you.  I think I could enjoy you for a long time.  Okay, off we go."  I followed the tug of
the lead strap as we went out the door.
     After short trip on the elevator and a walk, presumably down a corridor, I heard a voice say, "You must be Mr. Reinhoff with Kiko.  I'm Lois your technician and assistant.  Let me unlock this door and turn on the lights."  I could sense we followed her in and then felt someone removing the blindfold.
     We were now in a dimly lit room but a spotlight shone brightly on a slightly raised platform in the center.  On this platform was what appeared to be a sarcophagus, in the shape of an Egyptian figure in bright colors, lying on its back.
     "Have you seen this before, Mr. Reinhoff?"
     "Yes, Lois.  In fact I tried it but only for a few minutes.  I hope you know how to run it."
     "Yes, Sir.  In fact I am the head technician.  Does Kiko know what she is faced with and did she resist coming?"
     "The answer is no to both your questions.  Kiko and I have had a splendid evening together and I am very impressed with her.  Because she enjoys bondage, immobilization and loss of control, I thought of this.  She is here more or less voluntarily and knows she can turn back. I’ll relieve her of that gag and her chains while you explain this thing to her."
     As Lois walked over to the sarcophagus, I had a chance to examiner her. 
  She was a tall, well-built blond dressed in a tight red jumpsuit that had a broad leather belt from which dangled
some keys, a short whip and a few other things.  Her trouser legs were tucked into short, black leather boots with three inch heels.
     "Well Kiko, you are looking at our newest toy.  As you see it is shaped like an Egyptian sarcophagus in which gods and goddesses were mummified and buried.  I'll explain the tubes and wires running from the side over to that machine by the wall in a minute.  And don't worry we are not going to wrap you up like a mummy."
     "Lois......I hope you don't mind my using your name.....I have been wrapped up before and rather enjoyed it.  But please go ahead with your explanation."
     "Let me open it for you."  She unhooked about four clamps along one side and lifted on a handle.  Obviously the thing was rather heavy, probably being made of steel, but slowly the top opened on hinges along the other side from where we stood.  Inside I could see a layer of thick rubber sheeting that was attached to the periphery of the sarcophagus bottom and lay in an irregular fashion.  There were some shiny tubes at the head end, a few cuffs and chains at appropriate sites, and another sheet of rubber inside the top.
     "Now Kiko, let me say that we have this on a trial basis and have used it only about six or seven times.  I guess I wasn't present when Mr. Reinhoff tried it but when I have been in charge the 'victims' have usually panicked after only a few minutes.  One person did stay in it 27 minutes but said she would never do it again.  The main problems have been the 
feelings of claustrophobia, confinement, immobilization and pressure.  It's much worse than a vacuum bed if you know what they are."
     "Yes, I've been in one of those, but I didn't think it was particularly bad.  But I still don't understand exactly what happens here."
     Mr. Reinhoff.....my 'master' said, "Kiko, because it is late and I don't want to keep Lois here too long, let me suggest that we place you in this thing and explain how it works as we go along.  But we won't close it unless you agree."
     "That's fine with me, Master."
     Lois came up and opened the sash on my robe.  "Mr. Reinhoff, please don't worry about my time.  My job is to help use the thing on as many people as possible and help the members decide whether we should but it."
     By this time I was standing there, nude except for my collar.  After  looking me up and down, Lois led me up on the platform and had me lie down inside the sarcophagus.  As she
fastened the cuffs tightly around my wrists and ankles, she said, "You are  lying on a rubber sheet which is draped over some cross straps which you can't see but I'm sure you can feel behind your head, chest, waist, buttocks thighs and legs.  The straps keep you from touching the bottom.  In
the top is a similar layer of rubber as you can see.
     "Now the way this works is that we put a breathing tube into your  mouth, attach some monitoring gadgets, close the thing up and then pump air into the space above the upper rubber layer, and below the bottom one.  The sheets then swarm tightly around you. In fact the pressure can be adjusted up to a very high level.  You will not be able to move at all.  We use positive pressure breathing to help your respiratory efforts and make sure you are getting enough oxygen. Actually we use a mixture of gases similar to what is given to hardhat divers working at considerable depths.  In fact there are many similarities and if you were to stay at the high pressures for very long we would have to be careful 'bringing you up' to prevent bends."
     "Wow, this sounds rather exciting, but a little dangerous.  How would I let you know that I had enough and wanted out?"
     "Kiko, you won't be able to hear us but we can hear and grunts you may make.  If you let out with three grunts in a row and then repeated it, we would stop immediately."
     Mr. Reinhoff said to me, "Kiko, I would love to see you try it...and we would be very careful with you."
     I thought for a moment and then said, "Sure, let's go."
     They smiled at me and started fastening EKG leads to my chest, followed by a band that went around me beneath my breasts.  Apparently this helped to monitor my breathing.  Next, she wrapped a blood pressure gadget around one arm and put a little sleeve over one finger, saying that this was a pulse oximeter to measure my oxygen saturation.  I didn't 
know exactly what she meant but it sounded good.
     Then Lois, moved the shiny tubes down over my face.  I could now see that there was a mouthpiece like that on a scuba tank and obediently opened my mouth to accept it.  She explained that there were two tubes attached, one for inspiration and the other for expiration.  To prevent
accidental dislodgement of the mouthpiece, she used what looked like the lower part of a mask or gag.  It covered my mouth and chin, and fastened tightly in back of my head. 
  I was now breathing through the tubes and could hear valves opening an closing.  Obviously I could no longer talk.
     "Are you okay, Kiko?" Lois asked.
     I grunted and tried to nod my head.  The grunt was successful, the nod was not for the mouthpiece and tubes would not allow it.
     "Try grunting three times."  This I managed without difficulty.
     "One last thing, Kiko," Lois went on.  "For your enjoyment and to take you mind off things a little, I'm going to put a little something in your vagina."
     I could feel her insert a slender rubber tube of some type and sensed that she was attaching the other end somewhere.  Lois then went out my field of vision but I could 
still see my master who bent down and caressed my neck and breasts.
     Lois then returned saying that all the monitoring equipment was working and I had good, normal values.  "I think we are ready to go.  Okay, Kiko?"  I grunted affirmatively, wondering why the hell I was doing this, but somehow getting excited and stirred up.
     The two of them slowly closed the top but still there was a bang when the top met the bottom.  Metallic sounds indicated that the clamps were being fastened.  I lay there moving my arms and legs a little within the limits of the restraining cuffs and chains.  A little sweat broke out
and I heard a machine start to chug.
     For a while, nothing seemed to happen and then I noted that the upper rubber layer was touching by breasts and belly, followed by pressure as the lower layer began to swarm around my back and between my thighs.  Instantly I recalled the vacuum bed and got still more excited.  As the swarming sensations progressed, I realized that my entire body was now 
enclosed in tight rubber.  Even without the cuffs and chains, I could no longer move very much.  And with in a few
more minutes, even slight motion was impossible.  I was now being squeezed and the pressure was considerable.
     Suddenly I sensed that something was also happening inside my vagina.  The slender tube was now the size of a large penis and felt wonderful.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to move up and down on it.
     Then I began to worry about the breathing.  I was having a hard time expanding my chest but almost immediately, I heard a change in my inspiratory sounds and felt my cheeks bulge out a little.  Obviously, the machine was helping me.
     I wondered how much more pressure I was expected to withstand.  I felt  flattened, squeezed, completely cut off from the outside world, plunged into darkness with this rubber layer pushing down on my eyeballs, into my ears, circling my breasts, pushing on my thighs and filling my pelvis.  I began to panic, wondering whether I could grunt even if I wanted to do so.  I let out a little grunt but immediately wondered whether it could really be heard 
outside.
     Just when the pressure seemed to be reaching the unbearable point, the chugging sound stopped.  Now all I could hear was my shallow breathing.  For some reason, I 
began to relax and just lie there.  Was I getting enough oxygen?  But someone had told my that hypoxia produced
anxiety so I guessed I was okay.  Why not enjoy things?
     How much time had passed?  I thought of many things, but mainly of Don, Diane, my Japanese friends and everyone else I had met since I had started going with Don.  Maybe for a while, I didn't think of anything, but I don't believe I fell asleep.
     I was startled to hear a rather loud voice ask, "Kiko, are you okay?  Grunt if you can hear me."  I grunted once.
     "Wonderful, we are going to start decompressing you but will have to go slowly because of the length of time you have been at high pressure."  I grunted again and relaxed.
     It was again hard to judge the passage of time but gradually the rubber sheets released their hold on me.  Then I heard the clamps and the top opened, my eyes being blinded by bright light.
     "Hi there, Kiko," my master said.  "Welcome back,"
     Lois added, "Lie still while I get that thing out of your mouth and get those leads off."
     It wasn't long before they were helping me stand and were drying the sweat off my body.
     Finally with my robe back on I asked, "Well, how long was I in there?"
     "You've set a new record.  Two hours and ten minutes," Lois answered.  "How would you like to be my model for this horrible thing?"
     "I wouldn't mind but could you arrange to put a little life in that thing you shoved into my pussy?"
     They laughed.  Mr. Reinhoff said, "Kiko, I know you are tired.  I  certainly am.  Let me get you back to Diane's room so you can get some sleep.  I'm already looking  forward to seeing you again sometime, may be outside this place if you don't stay here long."
     I said goodnight to Lois and thanked her for the experience.  At my door, my master took me into his arms, kissed me lovingly and departed after making sure I could 
get in.

                        CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

     Inside the suite I found a note:
          Kiko, make your self at home.  Heard wonderful things about you.  Don't wait up for me but I'll see you soon.  Love, Diane
     I had a glass of tonic, took a warm, luxurious bath and crawled nude into the Queen sized bed, feeling rather exhausted.  Sleep was just coming over me when I heard the door to the suite open.  Diane entered dressed in a black, tight jump suit, a studded collar around her neck, with
leather belt equipped with whip, handcuffs and nipple clamps.
     She came over to the bed, smiled at me and said, "Don't go away.  Let me get out of these clothes and I'll join you."
     After a quick shower or bath, she approached me wearing a loose T-shirt bearing the words "After trying with Adam, God succeeded with Eve".  She joined me in bed, gave me a big, open mouthed kiss and said, "Tell me all about your evening."
     So I related all that had happened since she left me on the platform.  Diane was particularly interested in the sarcophagus, amazed that I had tolerated it so well.  Then she described her evening.
     "It really was quite boring.  A very submissive man paid me to humiliate him, making him run around on all fours like a dog, pissing on newspapers, eating out of a dog dish, fetching things, submitting to whippings, and so on.  I finally had to use a vacuum  device on him to get an
erection but it quickly disappeared when I mounted him.  Finally I dressed him in baby clothes and put him to bed in a crib with diapers and a pacifier.  With the side rails up and with a restraining harness, he'll stay there until tomorrow....or today.  I guess it is past midnight.  I would have much rather spent the time with you, Kiko."
     We talked about a few other things and then she said, "Kiko, put your hands up and grab the rungs of the headboard.  I want you to pretend that they are chained there.  Should you move them, I will spend the next hour beating you unmercifully."
     Knowing that she probably would carry out her threat, I hastened to comply with her order.  Diane then straddled me, took off her shirt and proceeded very slowly to start kissing and caressing just about every square inch of me.  When her lips got down to my lower belly, she put my knees over her shoulders.  Her full breasts were pressing against the backs of my thighs and I felt her fingers begin to play a tune on my most sensitive parts.  It was all I could do to keep my hands from coming down to reach for her head.
     Just when I was nearing a climax, she got up, went to a closet and returned pulling a harness with a double-ended dildo up her legs.  I noticed that her end slid into her quite easily and the same was true of the other end when she mounted me.  The rest didn't take long....and some where along the line my hands left the headboard.  Either she didn't notice or was just too content to have it matter.  We curled up together and were soon fast asleep.
     I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee.  Diane came out of the bathroom wearing a beige jumpsuit with leather boots and belt.
     "Good morning, sleepy head.  It is past ten and I have to get going, but get that pretty ass of yours out of bed and join me for breakfast..or brunch."
     She had prepared fruit, toast, juice and I saw bagels on the sideboard.
     "You know, Kiko, our time together last night was what I hoped these few days would be all about.  But this place has changed, making me concerned.  I don't have as much control over what happens as I used to have.  That business with the sarcophagus could have been dangerous for you."
     "It really wasn't...and I enjoyed it, as you know."
     "Anyway, I want you to be careful today.  I have a couple of appointments I have to keep and will try to find out whether the members have purchased time with you.  If possible, I want to terminate your stay here late today or tomorrow at the latest.  As a "slave" your minimum period
will be up then but I may be able to hasten our departure."
     "Diane, I'm fairly content being here although I must say it isn't exactly what I expected. But in a way I didn't know what to expect.  So anything you decide is okay with me.  What do you want me to do?"
     "Well, why don't you go down to the gym for awhile.  Then return here.  I'll call you about one o'clock or will try to get up here.  It would be unusual for anyone to put in a bid for your time before then.  Have fun....see you soon."  With a kiss she was gone.
     After relaxing a while, I did go to the gym and worked out for close to two hours After returning to Diane's room, I took a shower, dressed to shorts and a sports bra, and was about to raid the refrigerator when there was a knock on the door.
     "Hi, this is room service with the food and things that Diane ordered," came a female voice through the door.
     As I unlocked the door I smiled and thought how considerate it was for Diane to do this. But as soon as the door started to swing open, I was rushed by a large and 
strong, black female together with two male attendants.  I got in one swing with my right fist that connected with the
face of one of the men, but the outcome of my struggling was never in doubt.
     Quickly the three of them got me pinned down prone the floor.  I felt steel cuffs going on my ankles and then my wrists as I yelled, "What he hell is going on?"  A hand quickly went over my mouth, my head was tilted roughly back and over my face came some type of rubber mask with large glass covered eye holds.  I could hear valves opening and closing as I breathed, and sensed that this was like an old gas mask.  When I yelled again, the sound was markedly muffled.
     One of the men said, "Okay, fill the canister with Trilene and let's get her knocked out. Kiko, this stuff is a mild anesthetic used primarily in obstetrical procedures.  It doesn't smell bad and you won't be nauseated.  So just breathe normally and don't fight it."
     That was fine for him to say but I didn't feel I could trust him so I immediately held my breath and continued to struggle against whoever was sitting on me.  It didn't take long before I had to get some air and I didn't smell anything except rubber on my first breath.  On my second, I was aware of a sweet odor that wasn't bad.  Within a minute or so I was 
feeling woozy.  The sounds in the room became rather metallic and I felt like I was floating....
     The next thing I knew I was lying on my back looking up at a fuzzy bright light.  Off to one side there was someone standing there dressed in white.  Slowly my vision cleared and I could see that it was Susan, the nurse who I met earlier and someone who I had liked.
     "Well now, Kiko, it looks like you are waking up.  I hope you had a good sleep."
     "Where am I Susan, and what's going on?"  My speech was a little slurred but the effects of the anesthesia seemed to be disappearing.  But I was having trouble moving around.
     "You are in the medical procedure room and seem to have gotten yourself in a bit of trouble.  And don't try getting up.  You are pretty firmly attached to our operating table."
     I then realized that although I could move my head and look around, I was naked with only a small towel covering me from my breasts to my upper thighs.  My legs were extended
towards the lower corners of the table, held there by cuffs on my ankles.  Tight straps went across my legs, thighs and waist, and my arms from armpits to beyond my hands were 
inside inflexible tubes about four inches in diameter, lying along side my body.  Finally, two tight straps ran from
above my shoulders, crossing my chest above my breasts to attach to the sides of the table.
     "What are those tubes my arms are in?"
     "Pretty clever, don't you think?  They are made of PVC and are attached  to the table making it impossible for you to move you arms or use your hands."
     "Susan, I thought you were my friend.  Now are you going to tell me 
"I am your friend, Kiko.  But I have to take orders and follow procedures just like everyone else here.  One of our members is a real bastard.  You met him last evening apparently. I understand that he suspended you on the exhibition platform and was whipping you until someone stopped him."
     "Oh, I remember him.  Rather dark complexion and on the fat side."
     "Yes, that's him.  Anyway, he got into a little trouble over you and apparently wants some revenge.  So he is paying a rather large sum to give you something to remember him by.  And that something is pierced nipples."
       I gasped and exclaimed, "No way.  You can't be serious."
     "Unfortunately I am.  Although piercing a slave’s nipples is on the books as an available procedure, it is essentially never done without the permission of the person.  The directors are outside right now arguing with him and trying to talk him out of it, but I'm not sure they will be successful."
     "Well I'm not going to allow him to do it, and besides, Diane will stop him."
     "Kiko, you don't have any say in this, nor do I.  He has paid his money and rules are rules. I am sure the directors will terminate his membership but I am not sure they can do this before they fulfill their obligation to him.  And as far as Diane is concerned......incidentally we are paging her....if she interferes with any procedure, the rules are that she has to undergo the same treatment even if she is a key member of the organization.  So pray that she doesn't 
get her page or get out of hand."
     This was all sinking in when the door opened and the doctor and the fat slob came in.
     "Kiko," the doctor said, "I'm sorry but the decision has been made to go ahead with the procedure that Susan has probably explained to you."
     I shouted at the man, "You stinking son of a bitch, if you touch me, I'll see you rot in hell."
     At that moment, Diane burst into the room, ran to my side and started to unbuckle the straps.
     "No Diane.  Please don't try to help me."
     She got one of the straps off as the doctor, nurse and a male attendant who had followed Diane in tried to restrain her.  "Kiko, I can't let them do this to you."  But she was hauled to one side, placed in handcuffs and led screaming obscenities from the room.
     The fat man smiled even more broadly and said, "Great.  Now I can get back at that dominating Amazon as well as our precious little Jap whose outburst a minute ago merits a good
gag.  The rules read that slaves will be gagged if they swear at members."
     Susan looked at the doctor who shrugged in frustration.  Several pieces of elastic tape were placed across my mouth and then elastic bandage was wound tightly around my lower face and chin.  Susan said she was sorry as I shook my head from side to side and moaned into the very effective gag.  The doctor said that he could not do the operation if my head was in motion so I just shook it more violently.  This resulted in Susan parting my long hair into two portions,
braiding two ropes into each portion and tying the ropes to the upper corners of the table.
     I was now completely immobile, staring up towards the ceiling where for  the first time I could see a television monitor and camera lens.  A moment later, the monitor flickered on and I was looking at myself of the screen.
     "Let the fun begin, and I am really going to enjoy it," the fat man said coming over to the side of the table.
     The doctor came up to the other side and said, "Kiko, I'm very sorry and just hope that you won't hold this against me.  Maybe you have considered having this done anyway.  Susan loves hers.  It doesn't take long and I'll try to be gentle.  I'm going to scrub my hands while Susan prepares you.  Again, I'm sorry."
     I moaned and looked at him.  It did appear that he was upset by the whole situation. Susan removed the towel and drew up a stand on which were sponges and containers of a red
soap solution.  The man reached out and pinched my left nipple before Susan slapped him hard.
     "Get your filthy hands off her.  You have paid to watch, but that's all."
     She then put on sterile gloves and proceeded to start washing me from the straps down to my belly.  For a moment longer I strained against my bonds but gave up and tried to relax, watching every move in the monitor above me.  In fact her caressing my breasts and particularly my nipples was starting to have quite an effect on me.  My helplessness, the 
bondage, the bright lights and touches were stirring up all sorts of responses.  And Susan sensed this when she noted
the nipples becoming erect and engorged.  A little smile appeared on her face although she still was upset at having to play a role.
     The doctor reentered the room, dried his hands on a sterile towel and donned latex gloves. Carefully he inspected my nipples and then gently pulled the right one out a bit.  With a sterile marking pen, he placed dots on each side at the base of the nipple, after which he did the same to
the other.  Meanwhile, Susan had also put on gloves.
     "Kiko," he said, "the piercing is done with a little gadget and this part doesn't hurt as much as you probably anticipate."  He nodded at Susan who grasped my right nipple in her fingers and pulled it out away from the areola as the doctor slid the gadget into place, aligning it so that it covered the two dots.  Although I knew it was happening to me, looking up at the screen made me feel a little detached.
     Then the gadget tightened down, pinching me.  Suddenly there was a snap and I felt a sharp brief pain.  The gadget had been removed and in the monitor I saw a steel pin transfixing my nipple.  I began to jabber into the gag but stopped when I realized that no one could understand my plea to take the pin out.  Within another minute, my left nipple was sporting a similar pin.
     "Unfortunately, Kiko, we are not quite through.  This bastard as paid for some nice gold rings and getting them through your new holes will be painful, but hopefully will not take long." To Susan, he said, "We'll use the number three dilator.  As I pass it through follow it with the
upper half of the ring."
     I watched fascinated as he inserted the tapered dilator while pulling the pin out.  At least I watched until I felt the pain mount and closed my eyes.  When I opened them, a half circle of gold had replaced the pin.  When they repeated this on the left I managed to keep my eyes open, only to see Susan fumble, I guess from a little blood on her fingers.  So they had to reinsert the dilator. By now both nipples were aching and there were a few tears in my eyes.
     "That's all the pain, Kiko.  You did real well.  We just have to glue in the other halves which are made to snap into the uppers, using another gadget which is like a small vice.  You won't feel it."  He was partially right.  Any motion of the upper half was a little painful but I heard the clicks and then saw perfect and rather pretty gold rings in place.
     The doctor then turned to the man and said, "Okay, you've had your fun. 
  Now get the hell out of here, and I hope I never see you again."
     As the man departed, he said, "Kiko, now you have something to remember me by."
     Susan unwrapped the bandage and removed the tape from my mouth.  "Kiko, they really are very pretty."
     And the doctor added, "I agree.  Susan will explain things to you and give you the benefit of her experience.  I have to write this up and send a statement to the directors saying I am resigning unless this and similar procedures are removed from the list."  With this he left the room.
     "Susan, now what happens?  And how do I remove them?"
     "Well I get you freed up from that table.  Unfortunately, the protocol  calls for you to be restrained until you leave the premises so that you can't hurt yourself by pulling on the rings.  And the only way you can remove them is with a say or special ring cutters.  That glue is an epoxy and is stronger than the ring itself.  I am going to give you a list of instructions in the care of the nipples as well as some antibiotic ointment.  Any other questions?"
     "A hundred.  What if I get an infection?  I suppose then I have to remove the rings."  She nodded.  "And what if I want to become pregnant?  Can I breast feed?"
     "Yes, that's why the doctor places the ring at the base of the nipple.  It doesn't seem to interfere with the little ducts that carry the milk.  Now promise you won't give me a hard time. I'm going to get you off the table, give you a loose shirt and trousers and then lock your hands behind you.  Okay?"
     "I guess so.  And do you think they are going to do the same procedure  on Diane?"
     "Probably, but I won't know until after I take you down to a holding cell where you will stay overnight."
     A few minutes later I was walking down the corridor, my hands in cuffs locked behind me. The holding cell was just like the one I had been when I was in jail.  Susan made sure I had water and spoke briefly to the female guard who smiled and said she would take good care of me.  I was a little surprised to see that the cell had only one mattress and this was lying on the floor rather than being in a bunk.  There was a small toilet on the other side together with a sink.
     The guard had followed me into the cell and tossed a blanket on the mattress.  "Turn around, Kiko, and let me unfasten the button on your shirt.  That way you  will be able to see your rings in the mirror over the sink, and I want to see them, too.  I've considered getting at least my
belly button pierced but thought the nipples would hurt too much."
     "It wasn't too bad but I didn't have any choice in the matter."
     "Yeh, that's what I heard."  Together we looked at my rings.  There was a little increased redness to the nipples and when she touched them gently I flinched a little, but I sort of thought they were exotic and interesting.  I wondered what Don's reaction to them would be.
     After the guard left, locking the barred door behind her, I used the toilet, finding that the trousers had an elastic top rather than a belt, and this allowed me to push 
them down.  I looked again at the rings and then curled up on the mattress.
     I was half asleep and unable to tell how much time had passed when I heard someone coming down the cell row.  Looking out I saw it was Diane, dressed like Susan, as well as the guard and me.  Diane was struggling against them and was not only cuffed but also had a ball gag in her mouth.  This was removed just before they shoved her inside the adjoining cell to mine.
     Immediately Diane blurted out, "Just wait until I get my hands on that slimy bastard.  And I'm not sure I like you two as much as I did before today."
     Susan said to her, "We were just following rules that you yourself had a hand in making."
     "Just shows how dumb I can be.  Now the least you can do is to put me in with Kiko providing she won't kill me for getting her involved in this place."
     "Diane, I'd love to have you here but there is only one mattress."
     The guard said she could fix that and dragged in the mattress from the next cell.  As soon as she and Susan left, I got up, looked at Diane's rings and kissed her warmly.  She started crying a little, saying how sorry she was at what had happened.  We pressed against each other, putting up with the soreness of our nipples, as I said I didn't blame her.
     "Actually, Diane, I'm beginning to like my new adornments."
     "Really.  Well I hate mine and I think Don will kill us both when he sees us." We chatted with each other for quite a while and were surprised when a male guard came down with supper trays."
     His first words were, "Well, if it isn't my old enemy Diane, the dominatrix.  Remember you complained to the management one day about how I did my job as an attendant, which got me demoted to a guard.  And now here you are.  And what the hell are you doing together in one cell rather than two."
     "We wanted to be together and I'm sorry about the demotion," Diane replied.
     "I'll give you a half hour to eat your supper and then will be back for the trays.  I'll probably have to clean up your faces, seeing as you have your hands locked behind you.  Have fun girls."
     We did manage to eat some of the slop that had been placed in dog dishes on the floor, laughing as we tried to keep from inhaling the stuff as we bent and pushed our faces into the bowls.  Some of this we could wash off in the little sink but everything was awkward and we were happy to see the guard returning.  He ordered us to stand with our faces 
against the back wall and not move while he removed the trays.  Then he used wet and dry towels to roughly clean our
faces.
     "Now if I remember correctly, Mistress Diane,....he said this sarcastically...you said that you both were in this single cell because you wanted to be together.  With this in mind...."
     I felt his hands come from behind me and pull my partially opened shirt down off my shoulders so that it was dangling from my waist and my cuffed hands. Turning my head, I watched as he did the same to Diane.
     "Okay, you two.  Face each other and kiss."
     "What?" Diane exclaimed.
     He gave her a hard swat on her fanny and said, "You heard me."
     We carefully approached each other avoiding rough contact between our sore nipples, and as our lips met, he said, "Good.  Now don't move or I'll get out my whip."
     Suddenly I painfully felt him fumbling with my right nipple ring. I moaned and looked down to see him placing a small, brass lock through my ring and also Diane's. She let out a yelp and started swearing at him as he moved around us to do the same with our other nipple rings. We were now locked together, unable to move much in fear that the rings would pull.
     Diane shouted, "You son of a bitch, they'll have your ass if we get seriously hurt."
     "I'm not done yet," he replied.  He unbuttoned the bottoms of our shirts and completely removed them.  Then he picked up some chains from a bag he had outside the 
cell and locked them around our waists.  Ignoring my question about what he was doing, he proceed to unlock my wrist cuffs, place my hands in back of Diane, and lock them there with 
the cuff links around her chain.
     After repeating the process with Diane, he stepped back to admire his handy work.  Diane and I were now holding each other in our arms, our breasts pressing against each other,
wondering what was going to happen next.
     "What a pretty picture.  In fact I should get my camera and record this."  And this is exactly what he did.  "Hope you can get some sleep, darlings.  I'll check on you later. Bye-bye."
     I kissed Diane and said, "Now what?"
     "Well we can't stand here like this all night.  I think I am strong enough to hold you by your fanny if you can bend your hips and knees, straddling my thighs.  Then I will carefully go down on my knees, bend forward until your rump hits the mattress and then we can carefully topple you onto your back."
     "Sounds better than trying to squat simultaneously but let's go as slow as we can. Otherwise we might end up with torn nipples."  Somehow or other, her plan worked and a minute later I found myself lying on my back with her on top of me.  I became acutely aware of her thighs between mine, her tongue went into my mouth and my juices started flowing.  
I only wished she was wearing that strap-on dildo.  Despite our efforts we only worked up a sweat and disappointment, no orgasms.  So we finally rolled onto our sides and actually fell asleep, holding each other.
     We were awakened by the flash of the guard's camera.  He smiled and removed the locks between our nipple rings.  "Promise you won't report me and I'll unlock your hands."
     Diane and I looked at each other and agreed to his request.  A few minutes later we were back asleep, this time with Diane cradling me in her arms.  We awoke refreshed when we heard the first sounds of activity down the corridor.  We found our shirts, washed our faces and began to make plans.
     Diane spoke first.  "Kiko, again I am sorry for how this whole business turned out.  As far as I can tell, all rules have been followed and neither of us have any more obligations.  Therefore, I am going to request our immediate release and I am reasonable sure this will be granted.  I'll
arrange transportation and again you will have to be, blindfolded to protect the location of this place.  I also plan to hand in my resignation."
     "Sounds good to me, but I want you to know that I really don't harbor any real bad thoughts about you or this place.  Don't resign because of me.  You are in a position to turn what has happened into a revised set of rules that will greatly improve things and make the place better than ever."
     "Well, I may hold up on resigning until I give it more thought.  But in any case I intend to return you to Don before anything else happens."
     "Thanks, Diane.  I appreciate that.  And I do love you....just not as much as I love Don."
     "Kiko, thanks for saying that.  And I can't wait to get back together with Gloria, if she'll have me."

                       CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

     And things transpired as Diane had predicted except that she was informed on our departure that she had been elected to the Board of Directors at a secret meeting that previous
night.  And the fat slob who had my nipples pierced had been banned from the club and similar clubs for the rest of his life.
     Diane left me in front of Don's building in the city, giving me a long kiss goodbye and saying that she couldn't face seeing him but would call me later.  I also knew that she had called ahead.
     When I walked in his office, Gloria rushed up and kissed me.  "I'm glad to see you survived, Kiko.  I sort of hate you for your time with Diane but think it  may have done you both
some good.  Don has been impossible in your absence and has made my job as his secretary pure hell, but he is waiting for you in the apartment.
     "What mood is he in, Gloria?"
     "That you will have to find out by yourself.  But I'm glad the suite is on a different floor so we won't hear all the noise."
     As I entered the private elevator I wondered what I was going to say to Don when I saw him and even more important, what was he going to say to me.  I didn't have time to really
consider these questions for when the elevator door opened on the appropriate floor, there stood Don with a concerned but furious look on his face.  But when he saw me, the look turned to a broad smile and he rushed to pick me up, squeeze me (my tender nipples didn't object too much) and plant a very warm kiss on my mouth.
     "Kiko, I've missed you very, very much and I'm very, very happy to see you looking more or less intact.  I had a call from Diane so I know a little about what has happened.  I guess I should be mad at you or somebody, but right now I can't be.  Welcome home you lovable thing.
     "Don, I'm all yours.  Do with me as you wish.  Just don't let me go running off on a similar stupid spree...at least for a while.  I know I love you and have missed you.  And I do feel guilty about running off to satisfy my own impulses."
     "Oh, I fully intend to fiendishly punish you, but right now I just want to hold you, look at you, kiss you..."
     "Is that all?" I asked as I realized  that his erection was pushing a very sensitive part of my anatomy and producing an exciting response in multiple areas.  His left hand was entwined in my hair holding my head kissing me again as his right was unbuttoning my shirt and slacks.  And I was doing my best to get his trousers open and down.
     When he got my chest exposed, he gazed at my nipple rings, looked me in the eyes and said, "They're beautiful and obviously will give me a new way to keep you from straying."
     I was about to jump up and straddle him when he pushed me back onto the thick carpet, finished the job of pulling off my pants, planted one big lick on my clitoris and then we meshed in a very wonderful way.  It was fast and furious.  I thought he would drive me through the floor and I hoped he would.  But apparently he had in fact missed me for he shot 
his wad into me all too soon.
     For a moment we just lay there, sweating.  Then he said, "Sorry that  was so fast but I wanted you very badly."
     "I could tell, but you have to promise to want me some more soon."
     "That's very high on my list of promises.  Now put on one of your pretty kimonos and let's talk."
     "Yes, master," and ran into the bedroom and did as he had ordered.
     When I returned he indicated I was sit on the couch next to him.  Then after a kiss he said, "You realize that it is almost dinner time.  Would you like to out to eat or order something to be delivered here?  I am afraid there is not much in the refrigerator or freezer."
     "It's up to you, Don.  I just want to be with you..and guess I would prefer not going out. How about you’re ordering some Chinese food and I'll be glad to make us some drinks while we wait."
     "Sounds great.  Incidentally I haven't been drinking at all in your absence.  But a gin and tonic would quench my thirst."
     After he had phoned in an order and we had our drinks, he asked me to relate all that had happened in the previous couple of days.  He listened to my adventures, occasionally smiling and occasionally frowning.
     When I had finished he said, "I think you had it pretty easy.  Maybe I'll have to send you back."
     I immediately looked at him and was about to protest when I saw he was laughing and not serious.  He continued, "No, I'll keep you here for now.  I may want to comment further sometime but I do intend to make sure you don't forget running out on me."
     "That sounds fair, but what do you have in mind?" I asked.
     "I'm going to keep you guessing.  But this evening after we eat we have some much more important things to discuss.  Now let me bring you up to date on what has been happening up at our estate."
     I was warmed by the fact he said 'OUR estate' and listened while he talked about Hans and Clara Heinson, the cook and general manager, Jack and Betty (additional hands), and all the neighbors and friends.  Just hearing about them made me want to get up there as soon as possible.
     Dinner was delightful.  I was relaxed and very happy to be with Don.  I had just finished putting the dishes in the washer and cleaning up the kitchen when he came up behind me, gently covered my breasts with his hands and kissed me on the side of my neck.  I quickly turned, pushed myself against him and hugged him tightly.
     A minute or so later, he stepped back a little, separated the upper parts of my kimono and looked at my breasts.  "Yes, I like your rings but it is up to you whether 
you keep them or we get them removed.  However, I have an additional one which I hope you will never remove."
     With that he opened a small, velvet ring box to reveal the engagement ring that we had selected at Tiffany's weeks and weeks ago and which I had never worn.  He took the ring out and slowly slid it on my finger as I gasped with joy.  I smothered his mouth with kisses.
     "I also have these," Don said as he opened another box to reveal two beautiful wedding bands.
     "Does this mean we are going to really get married?" I blurted.
     "I certainly hope so and the sooner the better."  Then he hesitated and looked at me.” You do still want to marry me, don't you?"
     "Oh yes, yes, yes," as tears came to my eyes.  I gazed at the sparkling diamond on my finger and tried to get my mind thinking rationally as he led me into the living room and pulled me down close to his on the sofa.
     Over the next hour or so we raced through many questions and shared the answers.  He let me choose the wedding site, the small church not far from the estate, and he selected a date in about three weeks.  I decided to invite all our close friends but still keep the wedding small.  I had no close family and had not talked to my nursing school friends for months.  He wanted me to wear a traditional, white wedding dress which we would order the next day. I wanted the reception to be at the estate and he picked a trip to England for our honeymoon.
     I immediately wondered about a passport and then remembered that I had two.  One under the name of Pat Anderson Grayson and the other as Kiko Grayson.  Just who 
was I to be.  My mind shifted to the question of babies.  Despite my artificially induced appearance as a Japanese or Japanese-American, I knew that our children, if any, would be very American.  So I decided to officially revert to Pat but to let people know that I preferred being called Kiko.
     Somewhat impishly Don said, "And I want to wedding ceremony to include your saying that you will 'love, honor and OBEY' me while I will say that I will 'love, honor and cherish' you. I thought about this for a minute and came to the conclusion that I in fact wanted to at least occasionally be ordered for certainly I had proved that I was not by nature a dominant person.
     So I replied, "Don, I will be happy to say those words, and will obey you most of the time. But may intentionally or unintentionally fail to obey on occasion, at which 
times I expect to be punished."
     "You'd better believe it," he replied and kissed me.
     "Now as my wife," he went on, "I intend to make you a board member of several of my enterprises and will transfer a significant amount of stock to you, keeping a controlling interest myself.  I value your opinions and know that you are an intelligent woman."
     "Don, I'm flattered.  Why don't you just draw up an appropriate will or prenuptial agreement?  Whatever you want is okay with me."
     "Also, I want you to be more or less in charge of the estate."
     "Oh, Clara will love that."
     "Kiko, she'll still order you around just the way she does me.  Now that we've made all those minor decisions, I think it is time I took you to bed.  We didn't quite make it that far when you arrived here earlier."
     I replied, "No, I think I'll watch television or find something to read."
     The next thing I knew he had me by the hair, yanking me to my feet whereupon he twisted one arm behind me and propelled me into the bedroom.  As I broke out laughing, he shoved me face down on all fours on the bed, pulled my kimono up to reveal my bare ass.  My laughter extended through the first ten or so wallops with his hand and then became a series of minor ouch's as the blows continued.
     Finally I said, "Sorry, master. I guess I miss-spoke."
     "Yes, I think you did.  Now do you want a few more slaps on your behind or do you want this?"
     I then realized he had pushed his pants down and something was finding its way into my cleft.  Rather than answer, I just reached back and guided him into me.  He 
pushed my head down, grasped my shoulders and slowly took me.
     Afterwards, I curled up in his arms, kissed the palm of one of his hands and dropped quickly into a deep sleep.

                       CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

     I was awakened the next morning by clothes falling on my face.  They were my running togs and Don was standing there already dressed and holding a cup of coffee.
     He placed the coffee on the bedside stand, kissed me and said, "Come on, my beautiful bride to be.  Drink up, get dressed and let's get a run in before breakfast."
     "After last night, I must look a mess, but your wish is my command."
     We ran in the nearby park and returned sweaty and happy.  He beat me to the shower and so I poured some juice, got out some eggs and bacon for him, some fruit for me and toast for
both of us.  Then it was my turn in the bathroom.  Refreshed and wearing just a thin robe, I joined him at the table.  For a few minutes we chatted about the weather, his office work and other non-consequential stuff.  Just for the hell of it, I lifted my foot under the table and wormed it between his thighs until it produced a reaction just a little higher up.
     "Keep that up and you may need another shower, Kiko."
     "Think you're man enough?" I inquired demurely.
     He rose from his chair, manhandled me out of mine, and half pushed and half carried me into the bedroom where he threw me on my back.  I was giggling as he got a pair of steel handcuffs from the bedside drawer and fastened my hands around a rung on the top of the bed. From the same drawer he procured leather cuffs for my ankles and with pieces of rope proceeded to draw my feet up to the upper corners of the bed.  Now my thighs were bent back along my body and my shaved pussy was looking up at him in a very open way.
     As I started to gush he used the head of his penis to tantalize me unmercifully until I was pleading for him to enter me, not that I thought he could hold out much longer.  Yes, he proved he was man enough.  He finished with several hard slaps on my exposed fanny which was still sore from the night before.
     "Don, that was very nice.  Is this the way we are going to get up every morning?"
     "I'm not quite through with you yet.  I have a little present for you, so don't go away," as if I could escape from the cuffs or change my position.
     He went into the other room and returned with a box covered with colorful paper.  "This is a present from Hans and I.  And seeing that you cannot unwrap it yourself, I'll have to do it." He tore off the paper and slowly from inside the box drew out a leather and steel chastity belt.  I
didn't know whether to laugh, gasp or cry.
     "In view of your recent adventures, I thought that we both should protect my investment in you.  So from now until I decide otherwise you will wear this gift except when we are not alone together."
     As he fastened the belt portion around me, I squirmed trying to swing my ass away from him and said, "Don, you can't be serious...but it is rather pretty."
     "I thought you'd like it, and it comes with one or two accessories. I'll just use one now." From the box he took out a small steel dildo which he fastened to the crotch portion.  This time I did gasp as he slid the dildo into me and finished closing and locking me  tightly into the thing.
     "Don, you're not going to leave it on are you?" I asked as he removed my ankle and handcuffs.  He just smiled in reply.
     "Now get dressed, Kiko.  I've made an appointment for us with a friend of mine who runs a bridal salon, and Gloria is going to meet us there to help with the decisions about your gown and whatever else you need.
     "Don, I'm certainly not going with this chastity belt on me."
     "Kiko, if you are not dressed and ready to go in fifteen minutes, I am going to do one of several things, none of which you would enjoy.  How about a dog choke collar?  Or a leash locked onto a nipple ring?  Or being carried out in a packing box by Ken and I?  You remember Ken, our security man?"
     "He's my pal.  He wouldn't help you.  But if you insist I being boorish, I'll go, but only under protest.  When your bridal salon gal sees me, she'll probably call the cops."
     Thirteen minutes later, dressed in a tight black, cotton sweater, leather trousers, short boots and a wide leather belt, I went with Don down to the garage where Ken was waiting with the car.  He greeted me with a nice hug (my nipples were much less tender than the previous day) and we were off.
     On the way I said to Don, "How come you know someone who runs a bridal salon?
     "Well, Leanne is the brother of a college classmate and I met her through him many years ago.  For a while we dated and, although that came to an end, we have remained good friends. Some of her interests are the same as yours and mine."
     I sat there thinking about his reply.  I found myself just a tiny bit jealous of someone who had dated him and probably shared his bed.  But that must have been some 
time ago and I had not exactly been a virgin before we met.
     Soon we arrived at a nice looking store in an upper class commercial strip.  There were several mannequins in the window, dressed in pretty bridal gowns.  I noticed a small sigh that read "By Appointment Only" with phone numbers beneath.  Don rang the door bell and almost immediately the door was opened by an attractive red-haired woman about my 
age.  She was dressed in a low cut white peasant blouse, a long black skirt with a side slit that came to her lower
thighs, high heeled shoes, and a broad belt.
     She threw herself into his arms, kissed him and said, "Don, it's wonderful to see you again.  And you must be Kiko, the lucky bride to be.  Come in.  Can I get you some coffee or anything else to drink?"
     "No," Don replied.  "We ate breakfast rather late.  You're looking as beautiful as ever, Lee."
     "Thank you.  You were always a charmer.  Now are you going to leave Kiko and I alone, or are you going to get in the way?"
     Don looked at me and when I shrugged my shoulders he said, "I think I'll stay.  Kiko has very good taste and I trust her to make good decisions, but I enjoy being with her when she tries various things on.  Also, I've always enjoyed being with you, Lee."
     I was beginning to feel left out of the conversation but Leanne turned to me and said, "Okay, Kiko, come with me and take your time looking at the displays of gowns."
     We wandered by about six or seven mannequins, all dressed in beautiful dresses of various styles.  In an adjacent room with several chairs, a low dais, and floor to 
ceiling mirrors, Don tool a seat as Leanne ordered me to take off all my clothes.  This took me a little by surprise but her look didn't seem to allow any argument on my part so I complied.
     She watched me carefully, helped me up onto the dais and then walked around examining my body.  I felt myself turning a little red as she smiled broadly on seeing my chastity belt, my nipple rings and the bruises on my rump from the spanking I had received from Don.
     Leanne observed, "Don, you really are still a devil.  How could you treat Kiko this way?"
     "Isn't there something about having the punishment fit the crime?  Kiko has been misbehaving recently, but I still love her very much."
     I was dying to ask Leanne the details of her relationship with Don but couldn't really do this with him present, so I just stood there while she took a series of 
measurements, noting them on a form clipped to a writing board.  Then I answered a series of questions about style, veil, color, etc.
     She then went over to Don and softly asked him a question to which he replied just as quietly, smiling and looking at me as he did so.  I couldn't hear what was said exactly but thought she used the word 'corset'.
     From the nearby wall she detached a trapeze like bar which was suspended by a rope through a ceiling pulley.  Although it lacked cuffs, it sure looked like a few arm spreaders I had experienced in the past.  She simply ordered me to latch on to the bar and adjusted its height so I
was stretched upwards but still had my bare feet on the dais.
     "Don't let go, Kiko, or I will fasten your hands there," she said as  she placed a heavily boned corset around my middle and began fastening the many little catches. I did pretty well until she started tightening the laces at which point I lost my grip when she pulled particularly strongly.
     "Don, give me a hand with this woman of yours."  A few moments later, my hands were tied tightly to the ends of the trapeze with leather straps.  I murmured a few words of protest but in reality I was enjoying every moment.  As the corset grew tighter and tighter, slimming down my waist and pushing my boobs up, my body responded in its usual wonderful 
way, especially when she bent forward and brushed an enlarged and erect nipple with her lips.
     "Enough of that, you two," Don said.  "Or I will have to punish you both."
     "That might be fun," I quietly replied.
     "I agree," murmured Leanne, smiling at me.  But she returned to business, took some more measurements and played with my nipple rings for a second.  Finally she untied my hands and let me lower my arms.
     "Kiko, you shouldn't be difficult to fit at all.  Let me get a sample gown in what I think is your size, and have you try it."
     For the next 45 minutes or so, I tried on several gowns, she noted where alterations were going to be indicated and we looked at several books of styles.  Don, I guess, got bored for he wandered out leaving Lee and I together.  Finally I decided on two choices, both of which were cut rather simply with short trains and which would show my figure very nicely.
     I said to her, "Let's get Don's opinion, but first I hope you don't mind my inquisitiveness, but how well did you know Don in the past?"
     "Kiko, it was a long time ago.   We dated pretty steadily for about a year, but we were both young and not ready to consider any long-term commitment.  In retrospect, I think breaking up was a good decision for both of us."
     "Why do you say that?"
     "Well, we both are rather dominant people and I certainly would have  never let him put me in a chastity belt or spank me.   But he is a wonderful, intelligent, sexy man and I wish you great happiness.  You have no reason to be jealous of me.  Now sit down and let me show you a few more things before we go out and join him."
     Leanne went into the next room and returned with several boxes.  From the first she took out a simple white hair band or clip.  "You said you probably didn't want a veil, but I think this would look nice and would hold your beautiful long hair back while allowing it to fall nicely over the back of your gown."
     I liked it immediately and felt the same way about a pair of lace up white boots that came to above my ankles and had three-inch heels.  It would make up for some of the difference in Don and my heights.
     "Now for some fun things," Lee said.  From another box she took a pair of handcuffs.  I laughed but explained that Don and I had quite a few pairs.  "I might have known," she observed.” But how about this little combination."  She brought out a bra and low cut briefs in pseudo tiger skin.  The bra will barely cover you and the panties have an appropriately  placed slit that is held closed only with a Velcro strip.  And there is an accessory in the form of a 
tiger tail that starts as a dildo, goes through a firm contoured piece of leather designed to cover your perineum and the crease between your buttocks, and then emerges through hole in the rear of your briefs."
     "Sure, why not.  I can't wait to pounce on Don on our wedding night.  But don't you have something for him?"
     "What did you have in mind, Kiko?"
     "Oh something that would allow me to control him a bit."
     "I think I have just the thing."  She went into the next room and returned carrying a hinged ring and attached chain.  For a moment I couldn't figure what it was for but then I saw that it was designed to go around the penis and scrotum behind the balls, and when latched closed and locked, it could not easily be removed.
     "Great, Leanne.  I'll probably be punished for putting it on him but it will be worth it. Now how are we going to keep these things hidden from him?"
     "Easy.  Don has invited me to the wedding, primarily because he wants  me to dress you and help with your makeup that day.  I'll simply bring everything up at that time.  Actually I am coming two days early so you can try on the gown and I can make any necessary alterations myself."
     I got dressed, she gave me a big hug and we went out to join Don.
     "Well, that took you two long enough.  And you look happy, Kiko."
     I kissed him and we showed him the pictures of the two gowns.  Happily, he said he favored the one that showed off my figure the best even though it was a little more daring than the other which was sort of sedate.  Don then explained to Leanne that she could drive up to the estate with Gloria and Diane, or could come by herself.  And of course she could bring a friend if she wished.  I said I would talk to her in a few days and finalize the arrangements.
     On the way back to the suite I gushed to Don, "I'm so excited.  I can't believe this is all happening to me......well, us.  Tell me it's real."
     He kissed me long and hard, saying, "It better be real because if you are just a dream, I'm going to be very disappointed when I wake up.  Aren't you a little bit 
scared?  Or is it your adventuresome spirit that's keeping you from running away from me?"
     "Don, I love you.  That's keeping me here.  Besides, if I tried running away, you'd probably do awful things to me.  At least I hope you would.  Hmmm..maybe I should try."
     He reached up inside my sweater, found a nipple ring and gave a little tug.  I gave a yell, Ken looked back at us from the front seat and we both simultaneously told him everything was just fine.
     "Now be serious, just for a moment, Kiko.  Have you thought about who you want in the wedding party?"
     "I would be content with just the two of us, but it would also be fun to share it with our closest friends.  So I guess I would like to have Diane, and maybe Gloria and Georgia as bride's maids.  Who do you want for a best man?"
     "I was thinking it should be Hans, since I rely on him for so much."  We then went on to list those who we would like to invite including Bill and Nancy Monro (Georgia's parents), Don's sister, Sarah Lafferty, and her husband, Ed, Ken, of course, since he would still be involved with
security as well as being a close friend, the Hastings (friends from near  the estate), Jeff and Betty, our young couple at the estate, and of course, Clara.
     Don added, "There are a few others from the office here I should include since you may be involved with them by virtue of serving on some boards, and we should invite 
the members of the small church where the wedding will be held. Plus we may think of others.  Are there some of
your nursing friends you would like from California?"
     "No, I don't think so.  Now is there anything else we have to do here in the city, or can we get to our real home?"
     "Let me do one or two things in the office, we'll pack whatever you want and we can be on our way.  Why don't you break the news to Gloria, and maybe call Diane?"
     Gloria was ecstatic when I told her and immediately took me into the  employee lounge so she could pump me for details.  From there I called Diane and luckily caught her at home.
     Her first words were, "Kiko, are you calling to tell me you're suing  me?"
     "No, Diane, I just wondered what you are doing on Saturday in three weeks?"
     "Probably nothing, if I'm not flying somewhere, why?"
     "Because I would like you to be one of my bride's maids?"
     There was a pause and then, "You're serious, aren't you/" Then came all the questions that I had just been through with Gloria.  Diane assured me that she could certainly arrange her schedule to be there for as long as I wanted.
     Before we hung up she said, "And, Kiko, I thought you might like to know that I decided to stay on the board of the establishment you recently visited.  They are going to institute many changes which you would approve of.  So, if you'd like to return in the near future, let me know."
     Jokingly I replied, "I think I should wait until after the honeymoon.  Call me in a few days when you have a chance."
     I was packing and trying to think of what I would need upstate when Don  joined me, lifted me up and dropped me on the bed.  He tugged a few times on the chastity belt causing the prong inside me to start me going.  A moment later I was pleading for him to get the key.
     "No," he said getting up.  "You are going to have to wait a few more hours.  Let's get going.  I'm driving because Ken has other things to do.  So no hanky-panky on the way."
     In he car I snuggled up against Don and babbled about a million and one things, obviously excited and having a hard time staying rational.  "I can't wait to see Clara and Hans, and Jeff, Betty and the new baby, and the horses, and the hills....What time will we get there?"
     "Kiko, we'll be there in mid-afternoon in time for you to take a cold shower.  Maybe that will slow you up.  Now sit back and relax."
     For a few minutes, I did just that, but then I started thinking again. "Don, on the Wednesday of Thursday before we get married, let's have an informal party at the house for those in the immediate wedding group.  They'll all be staying at the house, won't they?  And we'll include your sister and her husband."
     "Fine with me, Kiko.  I was thinking along the same lines.  Then on Friday night we probably wouldn't need to have any formal dinner if we are going to have a big reception for everyone after the ceremony.  How does that sound?"
     "Great.  Now what are your ideas about a honeymoon? "
     "If it's okay with you, I think I'd like to make that a surprise."
     "Hmmm, I guess that's fine, just as long as we're together.  And if it involves any flying I'm not going to let you out of my sight in any airport.  Remember what  happened to us in New York.  You ended up in Europe and I in Hawaii."
     Contented, I settled down for a while enjoying the ride.  Then realizing that my hand was on his right thigh, I began to caress him in light, short movements.  Gradually I worked my way up and soon was stroking his penis which immediately responded.  He tried moving away and did manage to grab one hand, but I used the other and was about to bend down with my lips when he turned into a rest area.  I just knew that he would have to get out the key to my chastity belt and let me gain some release from what had been building all day.
     But no, he grabbed me in one arm and opened the glove compartment with the other hand in order to take out a pair of handcuffs.  Then we were both laughing and struggling with me getting hotter by the minute.  I was holding my own until his hand again grabbed a nipple ring.
     "Ow, ow, ow..stop, Don.  That hurts and you'll tear my nipple."
     "I'll stop when you put your hands behind you like a good little girl."
     I immediately complied and felt the cuffs close securely.  "You're a beast and don't play fair," A second later his mouth found mine.
     Back on the road and after some time, I said, "Don, I would very much like you or Hans to remove these rings from my nipples, please.  There are several reasons for my request, but right now the main one is to remove the advantage they give you in controlling me."
     He looked at me for a moment and replied, "Sure.  They are sort of cute and exciting but I worry about infection and a few other things.  Besides, I don't need them to control you.  There are a thousand and one ways of doing that.  I'd better get Hans to do that tomorrow.  If I did it, I might be tempted to play some games with them first."
     "Thank you.  Now will you give me the key to the cuffs?"
     "No."
     I pouted for a few minutes but basically was very, very happy.  When we got to the estate, Don went past the main entrance and continued around his property until he reached a little used, dirt lane across which there was a chain.  I looked at him quizzically but he just smiled, unlocked the chain, drove in, replaced the chain and then we went a little farther. I now recognized the fact that we were on one of the horse trails that was familiar to me.
     Again he stopped the car and this time from the trunk removed a blanket which he spread on the nearby grass.  Then he came around to my side of the car, opened the door and said, "Kiko, every since we were in the suite in the city you have been tormenting me with your kisses and caresses, plus just looking adorable.  I can't stand it a moment longer."
     With this he pulled me from the car and ceremoniously lowered me to the blanket. Playfully I tried to get away from him but in reality I was now burning with desire.
     He pulled down my slacks, unlocked and removed my chastity belt (what a relief), and said, "Now if you'll roll over on your side, I'll unlock one of your handcuffs but it goes back on when we are through."
     "Fine, master, just hurry up."  As wet as I was, he slid into me easily as I raised myself to him.. For a moment he just pinned me to the ground, sinking deeper and deeper, making me cry with delight.  Then he slowly began to withdraw and thrust as I dug my fingernails into his hips. It didn't take long before neither of us could stop even if we wanted and I heard myself say a long "please" as we both came and collapsed in each others arms.
     "Don, if this is what happens when I torment you, I think I am going to make your life miserable quite often."
     "Kiko, just remember who is the boss.  Now get dressed and fix your hair.  Our crew at the house will think we've been making love."
     "Yes, boss," I said as I kissed him, got my pants up, smoothed things out, brushed my hair and turned so he could again fasten the handcuffs.  But he didn't replace the chastity belt.
     He drove back onto the main road and we soon arrived at the house.  As always I was impressed with its size and beauty.  And to think it was going to be ours rather than his.  Hans and Clara came out to meet us, and both gave me a big hug.  I looked at Don trying to figure out
whether he had told them the news.
     "Go ahead and tell them," he said, reading my mind.
     "Tell us what? Kiko.  And look what that bum has done to you.  Handcuffs.  You should turn him in for assault or something," Clara exclaimed.
     "Clara, I couldn't turn in my fiancé.  It would ruin our wedding plans."
     Both of them said, "What?" simultaneously and then burst into congratulations and more hugs.  Hearing the commotion, Betty came out from the house and Jeff ran up from the barn.  I found a few tears of happiness coming from my eyes leading Don to remove the handcuffs so I could wipe my face.
     I said to the others, "See, he can be nice as well as being a bastard at times."

                       CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

     Dinner that night went on for hours, primarily because we all had so much to talk about, and perhaps because the food was so good.  Finally, Clara sent Betty and  Jeff home, saying that I could help with the dishes.  I realized that this was a chance for she and I to talk.  Basically, she
wanted to make sure that I really wanted to marry Don and that we would be happy together.
     "You know he's a very intelligent man, busy with a million and one things, restless and moody at times, and a little prone to be here one day and gone the next.  He is very thoughtful of those who work for him but until you came along I never saw anyone really get close to him. Aren't you concerned that he might not have time for you?  And what does all his money mean to you?"
     "Clara, I appreciate your concern, both for me and him.  Yes, I love him very, very much. No, I probably can't keep up with him in all his activities. Nor do I necessarily want to try.  I can't believe he would ever disappoint me, and I aim to do my best never to disappoint him.  There may be times when he has to be away from me and this won't bother me.  I would be very content just being here with you people and our friends.  And I am not interested in his money or in really
living the life of some wealthy people.  I have already told him I will sign any pre-nuptial agreement he wants.  I guess I should also tell you that he has won my love, my support, my mind and my body.  I will try to do anything for him.....but at the same time I expect to intentionally
irritate and bedevil him at times.  So there."
     "Kiko, we all love you, respect you and wish you great happiness. Now there is just one other little thing.  Don said something to Hans about you being more or less in charge of running the estate here.  I don't intend for you to get bossy with me so start doing the dishes or I'll whip that pretty little butt of yours."
     I gave her a big hug, put on an apron and went to work saying, "My butt has been whipped before and usually it just excites me, but at least tonight I won't give you any orders."
     After Clara and I finished, I found Don already in bed, reading some financial paper.  I took a quick shower, put on an oversize tee shirt and climbed in next to him.
     "Did you and Clara have a nice talk?  I bet she tried to talk some sense into you and said many bad things about me."
     "Gad, you're egotistical.  Your name never came up in the  conversation."
     "Liar.  You just added another item of bad behavior to the list."
     "What list?"
     "Your punishment list."
     "Don, why don't you shut up and just hold me nicely."  I rolled away from him and he curled around my back with one of his hands holding my right breast gently.
     I must have been real tired for the next thing I knew it was beginning to get light outdoors.  Rested and eager, I gently eased out from beneath Don's arm and sneaked into the
bathroom to relieve my bladder, brush my hair, etc.  As I was putting my toothbrush away, Don came in, sat on the toilet and pulled me down to sit on his lap while he took a piss and kissed my neck.
     "Vulgar beast.  Can't I have any privacy?
     His answer was to pull my shirt off over my head, hug me close to his naked body, kiss me and say, "Get into your jogging outfit and let's try to run 5 miles."
     "Easy for me but for an old man like you...." for which I received a not too gentile swat.
     Our run left us both breathless, hot and sweaty but the dip in the rather cold pool took care of that.  At least momentarily because I had no more than climbed the pool ladder when he had me pinned on one of the nearby exercise mats.  My struggling gave way to tender caresses, exploration of erotic body spots and prolonged engagement requiring another dip in the pool.
     Betty was in the kitchen with her baby and offered to get us breakfast but I wanted to do this while he read the morning newspaper.  Happily, he put this aside when I put his plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of him, together with juice and coffee.
     "I knew there was something about you I liked," as he started eating.  "But you're only having juice, melon, unbuttered toast and coffee."
     "Your former flame Leanne said she'd kill me if I gained a pound, and that awful corset says she's right.  And if you eat that much breakfast every day, you'll have a hard time getting into a tux."
     "I'm just wearing a work shirt and jeans, but they'll be clean if you wash them the day before."
     I just went into the kitchen to talk to Betty and hold the baby who appeared to be growing faster than I expected.  Don stuck his head in a few minutes later to say that we had a date with Hans in the workshop in a few minutes.
     As we walked towards the shop. Don said, "Kiko, I know you are looking forward to getting rid of the nipple rings and I agree it's a good idea.  But I'd love to get some pictures of you before we remove them."
     "Fine with me.  I sort of had the same thought.  But please be a little careful.  My nipples are still a little sore, but go ahead and have fun with me if you wish."
     Hans was waiting for us and had set up a backdrop, floodlights and a camera in one corner of the large room.  The rest of the shop was filled with all his tools and some things he was constructing.  As Don disappeared into an adjoining room, Hans said, "Time to get to work, Kiko.  Strip and I'll try to be objective in my approach to you.  Let's see these rings of yours."
     A few minutes later I was standing naked in front of the bright lights when Don walked out.  I burst out laughing for he was dressed as an executioner or something.  Black tight pants, black, sleeveless tight tee shirt, studded leather wristbands and a black mask that covered the top of his head down to his mouth.
     He laughed as well as he proceeded to lock handcuffs around by wrists behind me and used another pair to fasten my elbows together, pulling my shoulders back.  Ankle cuffs with a short length of chain between them hobbled me and he then hooked a short chain from one ring to the other.  Then as Hans took pictures, he lifted the nipple chain bring me 
quickly up on my toes as I let out a yell.  That resulted in a red ball gag with close up pictures of my face and chest.
     To simulate sweat (dif they had waited a moment the simulation would not have been necessary under the hot lights), Don smeared by body with some type of oil and then sprayed water on my.  Then a slender rope coming down from an overhead pulley was tied onto my nipple chain and a moment later I was back on my toes trying to take the tension 
off my nipples.  Despite the pain I was now very aroused and found myself hoping he would pay a little attention to the
craving between my legs.
     "I think she's had enough, Hans.  I'm getting a little concerned about her.."  With that they removed the chain and all the cuffs.  Don took off his mask and I could see that he also was sweating.
     Hans had me put on my sweat pants and then had me lie down on a cot.  "Are you sure you want me to remove those rings, Kiko?  I'm going to have to cut them twice in order to get them out without hurting you and they'll be worthless afterwards.  Someday you'll have to tell me why you had them put in."
     "Hans, just get the things out."
     Holding the right ring tightly with pliers, he used diagonal cutters to snip the circle on each side of the nipple, allowing the dependent portion of the arc to fall 
away.  He did the same with the other ring and then applied some antibiotic solution to the portions still in the nipples. Carefully he used tweezers to remove what remained of the rings, causing only a little discomfort. I looked down to see that I was back to normal and there was no bleeding.
     Don kissed me and said, "I talked with a plastic surgeon friend of mine and he told me the holes should heal completely for the rings have only been there a few days.  
The only instructions were to wash the nipples gently each day and let him know if any redness increased.  Also, I was
not to bite them for at least a week."
     I turned to Hans, thanked him and then asked that he leave us for a while as I had something I wanted Don to do.  After Hans departed, Don looked at me wondering what I had in
mind.  A minute later, he was flat on his back on the cot, I had pulled his  pants down and was going to work on him.  But this time, I was the executioner.  Each time he got close to a climax, I got off.....until neither of us could stop.  Happily the swimming pool was not far away and soon we were cooled off.
     We ate lunch out on the back veranda with all the crew present.  Most of the discussion centered around the coming wedding and the many things that had to be done.  I was tempted to ask Don if we couldn't just elope but realized that everyone was looking forward to pitching in and having a great time.
     When we were about through eating, Don said, "I think Jeff here wants some time with you this afternoon."
     "Yes," Jeff said.  "Unless you have something else planned, I'd like to take you someplace and show you something.  No need to get dressed up.  Jeans, boots and a work shirt would be fine."
     "Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" I asked.  He just shook his head and smiled.
     Soon we were off in his pickup truck, heading northwest away from the river on back roads.  It was a beautiful day and I was enjoying the ride despite the fact that Jeff wasn't giving me any clues about our destination.  Finally we came to a nicely kept up farm with some horses grazing in the pasture.  An elderly woman came out of the house to greet us.
     "Hi, Mrs. Jerome, I'm Jeff and this is Kiko.  I called earlier."
     "Yes, you wanted to...."  She stopped and just smiled when she saw Jeff put his finger to his mouth.  "Come out to the barn."
     Not too far inside was an open stall and when we approached we were met by a rather tired looking golden retriever wagging its tail and followed by six little, 
energetic puppies.  They all started yipping, falling over our feet and smelling us with their wet noses.  I quickly grabbed one and held him to my chest from where he planted a kiss on my face.
     "Oh, they're beautiful, Mrs. Jerome.  How old are they?"
     "Nearly eight weeks.  Molly, the mother, gave birth to seven but one was stillborn.  The puppy you are holding is a male and is one of the more dominant ones of the  litter.  We're going to keep one of the pups and that one over there has been sold."
     "They are all darling.  Jeff, is this what you wanted to show me?"
     "Yep.  Betty, the baby and I want to give you something for a wedding present, and thought a puppy would be nice to share the dog's life you are about to lead. 
  Seriously, we think it would be wonderful to have a dog around to share the fun.  Although Don would probably
allow Betty and I to have one, we are just employees, and therefore were reluctant to ask.   Then we decided to ask Don if we could give one to you as a gift, hoping that you 
would allow us to help train him and care for him.  Plus, he would be good with the baby.  Also, he probably would augment our security system."
     Jeff was talking a mile a minute trying to justify things.
     "Jeff, stop for a minute, please," I interrupted.  "I would love to have a puppy and can't think of a nicer gift from you.  And I assume that it's okay with Don, although I'd accept your offer even if he said no."
     "Great, Kiko.  I just knew you'd feel that way.  So, just take your time and pick one out."
     While Mrs. Jerome explained that the puppies had received their shots and that the litter was registered. I played with all the puppies as their mother lay watching us 
while suckling two.  I kept coming back to the first one I picked up, realizing that he seemed to be one of the larger and more inquisitive of the litter.
     Finally I said, "They are all so cute it's hard to decide, but I guess I would choose this little fellow.  How soon can he be separated from the rest of the litter?"
     She answered, "Much as I hate to see him go, the answer is whenever you're ready. Incidentally, the puppies are all kennel-trained meaning that they have each been using a cage for the past two weeks.  Thus they're pretty well toilet trained as well.  We can sell you the cage he has been using or you can get your own."
     Jeff immediately said we would take the cage and started writing a check.  I whispered to him that I thought Don should be helping with the amount since I sensed that the dog was not inexpensive.  He whispered right back that Don had given Betty and him a sizable bonus recently.
     Mrs. Jerome got the cage and put it in the back of the pickup but I insisted on holding the puppy.  Molly sort of came out of the barn as if she didn't want to see one of her litter depart but Mrs. Jerome told me not to be concerned.
     On the way home I thanked Jeff several times.  The puppy lay happily on my lap and soon went to sleep.  "I think I'll name him Charlie, Jeff. What do you think?"
     "Sounds good to me."
     As we drove in the driveway, Don came out to meet us with a big smile on his face..
     "Come on Charlie. Meet your new master."  I put the puppy on the ground and he immediately ran over to jump up on Don's leg.  Don picked him up and said, "Now Charlie, I'm
happy to have you on board.  Your mistress is a handful, has too much energy and is prone to go off on her own.  I hope you can change all that."
     I took the puppy from him and didn't resist when he turned me around, worked his hands onto my breasts from behind me and kissed my neck until I felt his teeth nip 
me.
     "Don, he's so cute."
     "Already I'm jealous of him.  And don't think he's going to sleep in our bedroom."
     Jeff stood there beaming as we both thanked him.
     Later there was some discussion about where to put Charlie's cage.  Over a few half-hearted objections from Clara, it ended up in the pantry off the kitchen.  It was a quiet area, somewhat dark, and close to the kitchen where we all spent a fair amount of time.  Jeff and betty's quarters were not really suitable, and I didn't want Charlie to be 
consigned to the barn even though he knew about horses and stalls.
     After dinner that night, I played with Charlie for quite a while, using  an old sock with a knot tied in the middle.  We then went for a short walk outside during which Charlie did his business after doing a fair amount of smelling of the bushes and trees.  He went into his cage without any argument, curled up and I think he was asleep before I left the room.
     When Don and I made love in bed an hour or so later, he said, "I think Charlie and I will get along okay providing I get a chance to see you once in a while."
     "I'm counting on it.  It really was very thoughtful of Betty and Jeff.  Charlie will help me settle down a little and will be good company when you are away.   But I hope you aren't away very much."
     "I don't intend to be, darling," Don said and gave me a nice squeeze.  "But I'm counting on keeping your life exciting so don't feel you can get to domesticated."
     I replied, "And I intend to give you surprises, especially if you get too complacent."  With that we both fell asleep.

                          CHAPTER FORTY

     The next two weeks passed very rapidly.  My daily routine started by arising early, taking Charlie for a walk, feeding him, running or swimming with Don, breakfast and 
then a training period with Charlie who was growing very rapidly.  His feet already seemed too big.  Then there
were usually things to be done preparing for the wedding such as getting the invitations out, meeting with the minister and the organist, arranging for a caterer, etc.
     Occasionally there were things Don wanted me to help Hans with.  In this regard, the manufacture of the medieval instruments such as the rack, the horse and the cross as well as the iron cuffs, collars and chains was being switched to a tool and die shop in a nearby town.  The man who had been running the shop had been considering putting up his shop 
up for sale because of lack of business.  Don had found out about this and offered to go into partnership if the man
would assume the job of meeting the orders that were coming in increasing numbers following release of our catalog.  Don had also found someone to run the New York museum where he and I had first met.
     Although these changes should have made our lives simpler, there always seemed to be more things to do than there was time in the day.  I found myself doing chores for Clara, Hans and Jeff as well as for Don and myself.
     We quickly found that we needed another vehicle and Don surprised me with a top of the line dark green Jeep that became our "gofer" car.  It was "Go fer this, go fer that, etc.".  And Charlie was always at my heels, barking excitedly whenever I headed towards for the Jeep.  It didn't take him long to realize that I frequently ended up getting puppy 
chow, food, tidbits, etc. and he somehow persuaded me to give him some tidbits before we got home.  His training, thanks
in part to suggestions from Jeff who had owned dogs most of his life, was proceeding well and easily passed through recognizing his name, coming, sitting, lying and staying on command. Walking "at heel" was something his enthusiasm would not yet let him do.
     It was turning out to be one of the happiest periods of my life.
     We did a little entertaining of neighbors and Don's sister, Sarah and her husband Ed (the doctor) dropped in on us from time to time.  And there was one memorable evening when we were invited to the home of Bill and Nancy Monro for their daughter Georgia was going to be home to talk to me about her dress as a bride's maid.
     Knowing their taste for rubber and leather, both Don and I dressed accordingly.  He had purchased for me a sleeveless, short brown leather dress which had laces up one side and across the shoulders, insuring that it would fit tightly.  He wore leather pants, a tight black tee shirt and a handsome leather jacket..  As expected, all the Monro's were clad in latex.
     As soon as we arrived, Georgia and I went for a walk.  She was anxious to hear everything that had been happening to me, particularly the plans for the  wedding.  I guess my
excitement was contagious for we were soon babbling about a million and one things.  She seemed happy with her medical training and again asked whether I wouldn't be a guinea pig in her sensory deprivation experiment.  I replied that it looked like I was going to be busy for the next few weeks, but maybe some time after that.  It sounded like fun.
     I asked whether her folks had any new toys or things.
     "You mean like the vacuum bed you tried here some time ago?"
     I nodded and she said, "Well, I'm not sure.  You can ask them later.  But do you want to try that bed again?"
     I didn't think we had time before dinner and a little reluctantly we joined the others for drinks followed be a wonderful meal.  During the conversation afterwards I did ask Bill about his rubber interests.
     "As a matter of fact I recently acquired a great rubber gas mask which we have modified to make it more of a discipline helmet."  He had Georgia go into one of the 
adjoining rooms and get it.  When she returned she dropped into my lap.  It looked like it was of World War II vintage
with a single large bore tube that went down to a filter canister.  There were broad straps that went around the wearer's head and these had been widened so that they would 
cover the ears. Also, I saw that the plastic lenses for the eyes had been painted or changed so that they were now an opaque black.  It looked intriguing.
     "Why only one breathing tube?" I asked.
     "Well that's the intake tube and obviously any air going in had to go through the canister where the poison gases were filtered.  The expiratory air goes out through a one-way valve on the side of the mask and we've installed a baffle so that the air gets out only slowly and speech is muffled.  In fact the wearer can't shout for the valve shuts immediately.  
Want to try it?"
     I looked at Don who was sitting there smiling, knowing that I would say yes.
     So Bill led me over to a straight-backed chair and had me sit while he adjusted the straps a little.  Standing behind me he then placed the mask in front of my face and 
slowly pulled it back. My chin went in first and then my ability to see disappeared.  I could smell the rubber and sensed the air coming up through the tube.  The helmet was pulled farther back until the top of my head was covered and my face was tightly compressed into the thing.  As he fastened the straps back, I could feel pads come over my ears and sound almost disappeared.
     I made myself breathe slowly as he tightened things more and I started to reach up to feel the mask.  Faintly I heard him say, "No, keep your hands down like a good girl," and then I felt my wrists being fastened behind me with handcuffs.
     Now what, I thought.  I assumed they were talking but I could hear only murmurs.  When I tried to speak, the air seemed to build up in the mask and slowly dissipate.  Obviously no intelligible words were getting out.  Nothing happened for a few minutes and I started to fidget.
It was almost as though they were paying no attention to me.
     Then hands grasped my upper arms and helped me to stand after which I was led into an adjoining room which I assumed was the den.  I wondered whether they were going to put me in
the vacuum bed, and this became more likely when someone started unlacing  the leather jumper I was wearing.  With the laces pulled out, it simply fell off and a moment later my panties were pulled down so I was now standing there nude, except of course for the mask.
     A broad leather collar was placed around my neck and buckled snugly.  Hands then had me take a few more steps until with my bare feet I could tell I was standing on some type of rubber sheet.  Again there came a murmur of sound as if someone was ordering me to do something.  I was forced to lie down on the sheet which seemed to have redundant parts to it. Then portions of the sheet were being folded and pulled tightly over me, parts going between my thighs and legs.  Slowly I was being mummified in thick rubber.  My handcuffs were removed and before I could do anything with my hands, they were placed at my sides and more of the sheeting was wrapped around me.
     Then I felt a zipper being pulled up, the tube was led out somehow and they finished me, my body quickly beginning to get hot and sweaty.  I could still move somewhat inside but this ceased to be the case as I felt straps being drawn very tight every eight inches or so up my body until I was completely immobilized.
     And as usual, the result was a crescendo of sexual excitement.  Where was Don when I needed him.  At least they could have put him inside with me.
     I was roughly turned from side to side and then I was lifted, carried  and deposited on a hard metal surface which I found out was the back of a pickup truck.  It was in this manner that I was driven home where Don after what seemed like two hours released me and made mad love to me right on the bag.
     Afterwards I said to him, "That was sort of nice but I don't know how you could just sit there and watch them do all that to me."
     "Kiko, the whole thing wasn't planned.  And after things got rolling, I knew you would enjoy it.  But being a little selfish, I wanted it to end here at home, particularly when I was getting very excited myself."
     The days following our dinner with the Monro's passed in a blur.  Plans seemed to be gelling, people came and went, Don and I exercised daily, and Charlie continued to grow in size, intelligence, and obedience.  He was a constant joy despite getting into trouble occasionally. Happily the things that he chewed and considered his possessions were easily 
replaced or given to him gladly.
     Early on the Thursday before our wedding, Leanne arrived with Gloria, Diane, ken and his wife around noon.  We had lunch together and then, accompanied by the girls, I tried on the  wedding gown.  With the girdle laced tightly, the dress fitted beautifully with no need for alterations and looked gorgeous.  Everything was so perfect that I felt it was all a dream.  Later in the afternoon, most of our guests were touring the place with Jeff and Hans. 
  I was helping Clara and Betty (Jeff's wife) in the kitchen, getting ready for the dinner that night, when Don joined us.
He looked a little nervous and seemed lost in all the excitement so I  persuaded him to take Charlie and I to town for an ice cream cone, something which Charlie adored and I 
didn't need, but it gave us a chance to be together for a while.
     "What are you wearing tonight, Kiko?  I know we told everyone the dinner was informal but I'm not sure how people will dress."
     "I'm thinking that the sari that Rahjiv and Indira sent me would look nice, and then you could wear that loose, white Indian shirt with those tight, black pants that show off your tight butt."
     He laughed and said he wouldn't wear anything underneath if I didn't.  I told him I didn't intend to do otherwise and realized we were both getting a little excited.  But time didn't allow space for any release.
     Gathering for drinks, everyone seemed to be in a relaxed and festive mood.  The hors d'oeuvres were delicious and I managed to control my urge to eat, knowing that I might not fit into my dress in two days.  I realized that the girls were doing a little secret planning but couldn't tell if it was malicious.  I could imagine Charlie trying to protect me. 
Basically I knew that Don and I could survive whatever might happen.
     After a delicious dinner we all moved into the den.  Despite the fact that the wedding invitations had said "no gifts", quite a few of our friends had sent or brought things, and these were arranged along one wall.  Jeff played Santa Claus bring the presents to either Don or I. Some consisted of nice crystal, picture frames and such, but others were in  a different vein and tended not to be accompanied by cards.  They included a beautiful, leather 
straitjacket, a pair of matching slave collars, an oversize dildo, a set of birch rods and a supply of duct tape, vets tape, and electricians tape.  By this time everyone was laughing.
     Then Diane got up and said, "We really do wish you both much happiness and long lives together.  And there is one additional surprise for this evening and it centers on my very close friend Kiko who I hope will cooperate and not give me a hard time as she has occasionally in the past.  Kiko, will you come up here and sit in this chair facing the others?"
     She brought over a straight back, wooden chair and held it as I sat down.  Now what, I thought, but managed to keep smiling.  Don's expression suggested that he didn't know what was planned.
     "Kiko, I'm going to blindfold you.  Just relax and sit back."  She tied a black folded cloth tightly around my head, completely blocking out all light.  I started  tingling a bit with excitement. Then I felt my hands hauled behind me and handcuffs were snapped on my wrists.
     "Diane, I thought you said you were my friend."  These were my last words for she or someone else tied a second cloth across my open mouth.  Then I felt what I suspected was the tape used by veterinarians being used to tightly wrap multiple layers over my entire head, leaving only my nose out.  I struggled to get up from the chair but hands on my 
shoulders held me in place.
     I faintly heard Don say something but couldn't make out his words.  There were also some heavy sounds as if furniture was being moved, after which I was led a few feet and made to step up and kneel on a platform that obviously had been placed there.  Then the  terminal end of my sari
was unwrapped from over my shoulder so that I was now bare down to the upper portions of my breasts.  If the unwrapping continued, soon everyone would know that I wore  nothing
underneath.
     The next thing I felt was someone placing a wooden pole across my shoulders.  I sensed that it was about three inches thick.  The handcuffs were removed and my arms placed outstretched along the pole.  Quickly rope was used to start binding my wrists, arms and shoulders to the pole using a series of turns and knots ending with figure-of-eights that pulled my shoulders back.  Whoever was doing it certainly was adept.
     There was a mechanical noise from above me, the pole was moved about a little, and when the noise started again, the pole was pulled upwards towards the ceiling, dragging me up until I stood on tiptoes.  To my dismay, my sari was then completely removed leaving me standing nude before my friends as a collar was locked around my neck.
     My heart rate was increasing, I was sweating, and I found myself hoping for touches or caresses.  Instead, I felt a long piece of rope begin to encircle my body in an intricate series of triangles and knots.  Immediately I realized that there was only one person who could be doing
this and that was Yoshiro Matsuo, my Japanese master, teacher, philosopher and friend.  I let out a muffled cry of joy causing him to momentarily stop.  He kissed my breast 
and then continued to immobilize me, finishing by lowering me, placing another pole across behind my thighs, and lashing them as well as my legs and ankles in such a way that my knees were bent as far as possible, and as far apart as possible, exposing my privates for all to see. 
  Happily I had shaved the whole area the previous morning.
     By now I was covered with sweat and my juices were flowing.  The shoulder bar was again raised until I was completely off the platform and sensed that I was slowly turning one way and then the other.
     Faintly I heard people clapping and then the tape, gag and blindfold were slowly removed. In front of me stood Matsuo-san, grinning as he said, "Kiko, you knew it was 
me, didn't you?"
     "Yes, Matsuo-san.  Only you could use a rope and tie knots like that.  Welcome to our home.  If I could I would give you a big hug but I'm tied up at the moment."
     Everyone laughed and I looked up to see that Don was sitting in the wooden chair.  His shirt was gone, his hands were behind him, a collar similar to mine was locked around his neck, and he was gagged.  Later I heard that he had started to protest what was being done to me, and as a result, Georgia, Diane and Gloria ganged up on him.
     For awhile the girls together with Hans and Jeff took turns spinning me around, tickling me, using a feather on my nipples, my nose and my feet, and generally tormenting me.  Finally, Yosh removed all the ropes and the two poles and the group then led me over to Don.  And eight inch length of chain was locked between our collars, his gag and removed, my 
wrists were handcuffed behind him, and, as a last touch, a very large tee shirt with various pictures and naughty words was pulled down over both our bodies, our heads emerging 
through a single opening.  I noted that there were no arm holes for either of us. Immediately he kissed me and cheers broke out.
     Diane's final maneuver was to reach up inside the shirt, pull Don's pants and shorts completely off and then remove his handcuffs, after which he hugged me close, my nipples
responding eagerly to the pressure from his chest.
     Gloria then announced to the others, "Dinner tomorrow night will be at  7 p.m.  Dress is optional but everyone is expected to be covered up more than the hosts were tonight.  Feel free to make use of the gym, pool, horses, torture chamber, etc.  And if you're wondering, our bride and groom will remain as you see them now until 3 p.m. tomorrow.  Good night all."
     From me came the words, "Gloria and Diane, get back over here immediately."  But Don and I were completely ignored as our guests left.  Clara and Betty were busy cleaning up as we
awkwardly made our way up to our bedroom.  The collars were loose enough to allow Don to turn so his back was to my front and we then learned to coordinate our feet. 
  Using the toilet and brushing our teeth produced giggles and laughter, particularly since I  didn't have the use of my
hands.  This meant that after urinating, Don had to wipe me dry....which  really turned me on.  But the cuffs, chains and collars didn't interfere with some wonderful lovemaking.  I fell asleep, very contented, very tired, very much in love, swearing to get even someday with  Diane who appeared
to me the chief instigator, and hoping that someone had taken Charlie for a run before putting him in his cage.