    It was a clear and sunny Friday afternoon.  Marcy carried her little tray 
full of cleaning agents through the formal dinning room, on route to the great 
room.  As she walked, she took in the decorations that filled the rooms.  Lots 
of crystal and fine paintings.  Mr. Greenfield had very good taste.

    Marcy was a maid.  She worked every day from 8 till 8 cleaning the rooms  
downstairs for Mr. Ronald Greenfield, the owner.  Thought the hours were long, 
the work was usually light and the money was pretty good.  The only time things 
got heavy is when there was a party.  Then there was a massive cleaning before 
and after the party.  Plus, she usually would help serve drinks to the guests.  
It wasn't bad for a girl trying to raise money for collage.

    Mr. Greenfield was a good employer to work for.  Though this was only her 
second job as a maid, she did enjoy the job greatly.

    At her first job, the master was an mean old eccentric that chased anything 
in a skirt.  She left there after the upstairs maid filed sexual harassment 
charges against the old bastard.  They were dropped later after, as rumors had 
it, he paid her off to keep quite.

    Greenfield was much different.  He talked to the help.  Always polite.  A 
gentleman in the true sense.  He was a tall, dark haired guy, relativity young, 
and very good looking.  He worked out everyday in his private exercise room and 
relaxed in his whirlpool and indoor swimming pool.

    He's what you call a overnight success.  He invented some kind of device.  
Sold the multi-million dollar production rights to a international firm.  Went 
to work for them as a high paid consultant, netted the company millions of 
dollars from the sales, and a few years later sold the product and all rights 
to the firm, which netted him a fortune.  Now he invests his money, and reaps 
the reward from the returns.  At thirty-one, he has done quite well.

    Yet, the only thing he was missing was a wife, or at least a steady lady.  
He wasn't the playboy.  There wasn't a stream of girls, to be used and then 
discarded.  He seemed to want a relationships, but they always fizzled.

    For the most part, Marcy was happy with her job, but a little bored.  The 
same things happened for day to day.  At least when there was a party, she had 
a chance to see new people, and talk to a few, but only if they talked first.  
That was a trade rule.

    But there one strange thing in this household.  On the first level, at the 
end of the west hall, there was a room that was off limits to all employees.  
It was guarded by a solid heavy door and a brass dead bolt lock.  Marcy would 
walk pass it almost every day and wonder what behind it was so secret, that it 
had to be locked up so tight.

    She never saw anyone go into the room for any reason.  She never was asked 
to clean it, or serve drinks in it.  Whatever it was, Mr. Greenfield didn't 
want anyone to know.

    As Marcy was walking, she heard the quick paced footsteps of the master of 
the house.  As she turned to look over her shoulder, her cleaning tray swung 
and bumped a small display table, knocking off the vase that was sitting on it.
    Marcy tried to catch the vase but it hit the floor and shattered into a 
thousand pieces.  Mr. Greenfield walked into the room just in time to see it 
hit.

    Marcy was in shock for a moment, not knowing what to do.  She looked up and 
saw her employer standing there.  With guilt written all over her face, she 
dropped to the floor and started picking up the debris and apologizing to Mr. 
Greenfield.

    'What happened, Marcy?' He asked.

    'Your foot steps startled me sir, and I, I hit the table when I jumped.  
I'll replace it for you, sir.'

    'You realize that was a one of a kind vase.' He said very calmly.

    'I'm sorry Mister Greenfield.  I didn't mean to break it.  Can I repay you 
for it.'

    'That vase was worth more than your salary for a couple of years.  I'm 
afraid that won't be possible.'

    Marcy felt she was going to loose her job.  She didn't need that.  She 
liked working there, and didn't want to look for another job.  Most of all, she 
needed the money.

    'Please Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me.  I need the work.'

    'You are a good worker, Marcy, and I'd hate to do it, but what else is 
there for me to do?  You leave me with few alternatives.' He said.

    'Please Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me.  I'll do anything.  Work longer 
hours, work all weekends.  I'll do whatever you want, anything.'

    He looked at her for a moment.  She read in his eyes there was something 
going through his mind.  After a moment he spoke.

    'You should never say you'll do anything.  You might not know what you are 
getting yourself into.' he advised her.

    Here seemed a ray of hope.  She thought maybe he was debating about getting 
her in the sack.  She'd do it, gladly.  She oftened wondered what this good 
looking guy was like in bed.

    'I do mean it, sir.  Anything.' she said very calmly and quietly.

    'Are you sure that you want to leave yourself that open, Marcy.'

    'Yes, sir'

    Again he was silent and thinking.  She could see that there was hesitation 
in him mind.  But then a look of determination came across his face.  He made 
his decision.
    'Very well.' He spoke. 'So be it.  Meet me in the billiard room tonight at 
ten o'clock.  Come alone and make sure that no one knows where you are, or what 
you are doing, or where you are going.  Understand?'

    'Yes, sir.'

    He made her repeat his instructions, told her to clean up the vase, and, 
with a forgiving pat on her cheek, to get on with her work.

    The rest of the day, Marcy tried to kept her mind on her work.  She didn't 
need another foul-up like this again.  But from time to time, she wondered what 
was to happen tonight.  Why didn't he just have her meet in a bedroom.  Or was 
there something else he had in mind.

    When it came time for the help to leave, Marcy told them she had a couple 
things that needed to be done before she could leave.  Mark, the stable hand, 
want her to go out for a few drinks, but she declined saying she was a little 
tired and was going home after work.

    Marcy and Mark had a few flings together, and with good reason.  Though 
Marcy wasn't a tramp, when the mood hits her, she had to do it.  Mark was the 
house stud.  He could sense a woman in heat, and knew how to satisfy her needs 
while fulfilling his own.

    The first time they did it was at one of Greenfield's parties.  She walked 
around the place in her little skirt, serving drinks to perverted old men.  A 
few of them passes at her, a couple made grabs for her.  The whole thing was 
making her so excited, she didn't think she could make it through the night.

    She went into the kitchen to find Mark raiding the food.  He knew right 
away, and started talking to her, saying things that got her even hotter.  
Within a few minutes, they had slipped to the stable, pulled off their cloths 
and were getting it on hot and heavy.  She came twice.  Once in the sixty-nine 
position right before he came, and again as he shot another load deep inside 
her.  She got dressed, and returned to the party a satisfied woman.

    Marcy stole over to the west wing, and hid in the small study there.  The 
room was almost never used, and was right next to the billiard room.  There she 
waited, listening for every footstep that went by.  For almost two hours she 
waited.  At ten o'clock, she snuck out, and crept into the billiard hall.

    Mr. Greenfield wasn't there yet.  There was only one light on, which was 
over the pool table.  She looked around the room, wondering why they were going 
to meet here.  Maybe, she thought, he has a strange perversion with making it 
with someone on a pool table.  She started to giggle.  Then the door opened.

    'I'm glad to see that you're in such good sprites, Marcy.' He said with a 
smile on his face.

    'I'm sorry sir.'

    'Don't be.  I like a positive, good natured attitude.'  He said.

    'So do I, sir.'
    'Marcy,' he said being more serious. 'I will ask you this question only 
once.  Think very carefully before you answer.  Once we start, there will be no 
stopping until we are finished.  I guaranty that no hard will come to you.  But 
you will follow my directions, and do as I say, regardless of what it may be.  
Are you still willing to go along with anything?'

    She sat silent for a moment, but her mind was already made up to do 
whatever it was he wanted her to do.

    'Yes, sir.' She answered.

    'Very well.  Now, you must promise to remain silent about what is to 
happen.  You must never tell another soul.'

    'I promise.  I would never do anything to hurt you, sir'.

    'Good.  Having settled that, we shall begin.  From this point forward, you 
shall not speak another word unless asked to.  Follow me.'

    She went with him out of the pool room and followed him up to the forbidden 
doorway that has puzzled her for months.  At last she would see all the secrets 
of what was behind it.

    'I'll have you know that no employee has ever seen what lies behind this 
door.'

    He unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door which led into a small 
corridor with three other doors.  They walked in and he closed and locked the 
door behind them.  To Marcy's surprise, there was a key lock on the inside as 
well as on the outside to lock the door.

    'Go through that door.  In there, you will find a outfit to ware.  Put it 
on and go out through the other door in the room.  I will meet you there.'

    She nodded her head, remembering not to speak.  He unlocked and opened the 
door.  She entered the room, and heard the door close and lock behind her.  
Again, a key was needed to pass back through the door.

    She was surprised to see what was in this room.  It was like a small 
dressing room.  There was a fine makeup table with soft lights around the 
mirror, filled with the finest makeups, expensive perfumes and hair products 
one could buy.  A solid chair and padded bench for sitting on while changing.  
An oak hutch with drawers for hanging and storing cloths in.  And a full length 
vanity mirror to review oneself.  This room looked like it belonged next to the 
Queens's bedroom.

    She went to the hutch to retrieve her new wardrobe.  She found hanging 
there a white satin and lace teddy, trimmed in red and garter straps.  A pair 
of white seamless silk stockings were laid next to it, and red spiked high 
heels were on the base on the unit.

    Marcy took out the outfit and and felt the luxury of it.  Never had she 
seen something so rich, yet so sexy.  For a few minutes, all she did was just 
hold it, not believing she was to ware it.
    She striped her cloths off and put the teddy on.  It was kind of buseling 
outfit, and she was worried it wouldn't fit.  But she couldn't have had a 
better fit.  It lightly pushed everything into the proper places.  The G-string 
panties showed off all of the curves without showing everything.  She pulled 
the stockings on her legs very carefully.  All she needed to do was get a run 
in them.  Greenfield would probably have a fit.

    The shoes were higher than she had ever worn.  Usually she wore a two inch 
heel.  But these had to be close to five inches.  At first she stumbled on them 
a bit.  But by taking shorter steps, she quickly got the hang of them.  The 
strangest thing was they were far more comfortable than she thought they would 
be.

    She went over to the table and touched up her makeup.  She accented her 
eyes and made her checks rosy.  She ran the brushes through her long dark hair 
and dabbed on perfume in all the key places.

    She went over to the mirror and looked herself over.  Never before had she 
look so sexy.  Her breasts looked bigger.  Her legs looked longer and leaner.  
Her buttocks was in perfect form.  If this was punishment, she could really get 
into it.  Maybe she would break something else.

    She realized that she was taking much longer than she should.  She hung up 
her maids outfit in the closet, gave herself one last glance in the mirror and 
went through the unlocked door.

    She expected to see a large bedroom, lit entirely in candles, and decorated 
in all the finest silks and lace.  The center piece would be a huge canopy bed, 
where she would find the master waiting for her.  But what she walked into was 
completely different world.

    The walls were panelled in a rich dark wood, moderately lit with recessed 
lights in the ceiling, which was actually a huge mirror.  The room was filled 
with contraptions that she had never seen before.  A large tubular rack was on 
her left side, and some kind of pulley setup was on her right.  There were a 
few others that she didn't know what the were.

    The center piece of the room was in the middle of the room.  A section of 
the floor was raised a few steps.  On that was a large wooded chair and the 
largest brass bed she had ever seen, the brass rails shinned in the light.  It 
was covered with a beautiful lace bedspread.  It had to be very expensive.

    Marcy stood there, looking at all the items in the room.  Finally, Mr. 
Greenfield's voice broke her thoughts.

    'If I may be so bold, you look very beautiful.'

    She almost thanked him, but remembered to remain silent.  Instead, she 
smiled and lowered her head.  He words were so calm and soothing.  She began to 
relax and trust him.  She could put up with his few off-beat practices.

    'Yes.  An excellent choice.  Please turn around slowly and model for me. I 
wish to take in the full range of your beauty.
    She did as he asked, slowly turning on her heels, showing herself to her 
master like a model shows herself to the cameras at a fashion show.  She played 
out the fantasy, enjoying the scenario.  A rich, handsome man, giving her 
expensive lingerie to ware, speaking wondrously captivating words to her about 
her beauty.  She was beginning to get into this.

    He looked the lovely creature over.  Her long brown hair.  Her lean legs, 
made more shapely by the stockings and heels.  Her firm buttocks and full, well 
rounded chest.  He couldn't have chose a better girl for his pleasures.

    'Yes, very lovely, my dear.' he said.  'Let me welcome you to my playroom. 
Please step over here, and we shall begin your punishment.'

    They stepped over to the closet doors.  He opened them to revile a huge 
assortment of ropes, chains, cuffs, straps, and various other restraining 
devices.  Marcy stared at the collection.

    'I hope you don't mind me placing you into bondage.' He said.

    So this was his secret.  He was heavily into bondage.  That's why he made 
her say all the promises, why they met so privately.  All the doors and locks.  
Suddenly, everything came into a new light.  This private man suddenly made 
sense.

    He pulled several strands of rope out of the closet and instructed her to 
follow him.  He led her over to a wooden post.  The post was about seven feet 
high, and about eight inches thick.  The surface was as smooth as glass.

    She was told to stand with her back to the post and her arms around it.  He 
tied her wrists together very snugly.  Her ankles were next, tied together, and 
a rope passing around the support, as were her knees.  More rope was passed 
around her waist and chest.  Lastly, he took one very long strand, and starting 
at her ankles, wound the rope up her body and around the post, securing the 
ends behind her.

    Thus satisfied that she was secure, he walked over to the closet to 
retrieve another article.  Marcy tested her ropes, seeing how good her masters 
work was.  She struggled for a moment with no success.  For soft as these ropes 
were, there was no give in them.  Greenfield walked back over to her with a red 
scarf in his hand.  He smiled at her as she struggled.  She stopped as he 
approached.

    'Go ahead.  Struggle as much as you like.  That's all part of this.  If you 
free yourself, then I didn't do my part well enough.  Of course, It's my part 
to keep you in there.'

    Marcy felt that little inch inside of her again.  She knew that if her kept 
this up, she was going to be in heat before long.

    He walked behind her. 'I know you promised not to speak until asked to, but 
lest not take any chances.'  He told her to open her mouth and gagged her with 
the scarf.  As he tied the ends behind her head, she realized the scarf was 
made of silk.  She thought to herself if she had to be gagged, at least it was 
with something as sensual as silk.
    He stepped around and looked at his prisoner.  She was indeed lovely.  He 
watched her struggle in her restraints and listened to the soft sounds she 
made.  Never before had he have such a woman in such a situation.  For several 
minutes, he indulged in his pleasure.

    She also was watching him.  She knew that he was enjoying her struggle in 
the ropes, and heard her muffled moans.  She played it up for him.  Twisting a 
little more than she could.  But didn't make it seem she wanted to escape all 
to much.  The fact was, she was liking this as much as he was.  This was 
something new to her.

    Finally he spoke. 'I'm going to leave you for a while.  But do not worry.  
I'll be very near by.  I'll be back soon.'

    She knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.  She also knew this 
was what her punishment was all about. First to get her excited, then leave her 
to squirm in it.  As a bonus, he got a sexy prisoner to do whatever he wished.

    He left the room, and she was all alone.  Again she tried to free herself, 
but with no avail.  He definitely knew what he was doing.  She felt that he was 
somewhere near by, watching her in her problem.

    As the moments passed, she grew more and more excited.  The thoughts of his 
return were running through her mind.  What would he do.  Would he return to 
ravish her, or to leave her in her excitement.  Maybe it would be hours before 
he returned.

    This wasn't the first time she had been tied up for a man.  Though she 
didn't do it on a regular basis, she had done it enough to know a few of the 
finer points of the game.  She thought back to her initial experience.

    The first time was a few weeks before her seventeenth birthday.  She was 
with her best friend, Kelly, over at Chuck's apartment, who was Kelly's 
boyfriend.  Kelly was only six months older than her, but Chuck was twenty-two.

    Marcy had wondered what it was that made Kelly so interested in Chuck.  He 
wasn't too good looking, didn't have a lot of money, and wasn't real friendly.  
So she asked her friend what it was.  At first, Kelly didn't know if she could 
tell the truth.  But after an double oath of silence, she confessed.

    'It's what we do together. Or should I really say, what he does to me.'

    'What do you mean?  Great sex or something?'

    'Well...it's like this.  He have a kinda strange relationship.  He loves to 
have sex, really we both do.  But he likes it best when I'm somehow tied up and 
unable to get free.  To be honest, I do to.'

    'What??'

    'Really.  He ties me up, naked of course, and does whatever he wants to me. 
Sometimes, he puts me across his knee and spanks my ass for being naughty.  
Other times, I can't move as he goes down on me again and again.  It's really 
is fun.
    Kelly talked about the things her boyfriend would do to her and the effects 
it had on her.  She then showed her some of the gadgets and how they were 
used.  Kelly even put on a pair of handcuff on Marcy to show how they worked.

    'And you really get into this stuff and enjoy it, huh.'

    'Yep.  I always get so excited when we play.  Especaily if we play some 
kind of game, like the kidnapped cheerleader.  He says that was always one of 
his fantasies in school.

    'Sounds like it could be fun, if you are willing to really try it'.  Marcy 
remarked.

    It was then that Kelly decided that Marcy should really try it for 
herself.  She said that maybe she would enjoy the feelings it gave her, and 
make her orgasm like she did.  Marcy decided to give it a test run.  Why not. 
Chuck wouldn't be home for a few hours yet.  Might be something worth it.

    At first, Kelly tied Marcy up in a few different ways.  but it wasn't 
really exciting.  Neither of them were into lesbianism, and didn't want to try 
it.  But Marcy did admit she couldn't see all the excitement in it.  But then 
they hit upon an idea.

    They got on the phone and called Marcy's boyfriend, Chris.  They told him 
to come over to the apartment right away for a big surprise.  They both got 
ready for his arrival.

    When Chris got there, he was greeted at the door by Kelly.  All Kelly was 
wearing was her low cut sweater and bikini panties.  Her wrists and ankles were 
in cuffs, and a leather collar was around her neck, with a chain pulling her 
wrists up her back.  Chris was spellbound as he looked at her.

    She told him to come in and lead him to the bedroom, explaining that she 
was to escort him to his surprise.  He was told that he may do whatever he 
wished but not to release his present.  She opened the door and told the 
confused boy to enter and enjoy.

    He entered the room to find Marcy striped naked on the bed.  Her wrists 
were circled by leather cuffs and chained to the headboard.  Her legs were in a 
spreader bar, and chained in the middle to the bed.  And her mouth was stuffed 
with a huge ball gag, held in by a thin strap buckled around her head.  She 
twisted and turned on the bed, showing her boyfriend how much she wanted him.

    Kelly again prompted him to go ahead, but he hesitated for a moment.  Kelly 
saw the confusion in the boy and asked Marcy if she was truly going along with 
all of this.  Marcy grunted into her gag and nodded her head in approval.  
Kelly closed the door behind herself, and released herself from her bonds.

    Marcy body was erotically violated for over an hour.  Though she came only 
once, she did thoroughly enjoy this new sensation.  For some strange reason, 
Chris and Marcy never again play bondage.  Maybe Chris didn't really know what 
it was all about, or he was scared of it.
    The whole time she was reminiscing, Marcy had been twisting and squirming 
her body against the ropes that held her.  She came out of her dream when she 
heard the door open.  Greenfield entered the room and locked the door behind 
him.  He was being very careful not to let anyone know what was going on this 
night.

    He didn't speak a word, but untied her and directed her over to the tubular 
rack.  He went to the closet and retrieved several long strands of rope.  Going 
back over to the tubular rack, and ordered Marcy to standing inside the frame 
of the rack.  He tightly tied her right wrist over her head and to the side 
support of the rack.  Her left wrist received the same treatment.  She was told 
to spread her legs.  She obeyed, and her ankles were tied to the rack.

    He held up a red ball gag to her.  'This will be a little uncomfortable for 
you, but I don't think you'll complain too much about it.'  Without asking, she 
parted her lips to received the ball into her mouth.  He tied the ends behind 
her head.  It was a snug fit that kept her jaws pried apart.

    He checked the ropes once more, ran his hands down the sides of her body a 
few times, and left the room, again locking the doors behind him.  Once again, 
she was alone with her own thoughts.

    She struggled in the rope, but soon surrendered the idea of escape.  She 
still felt that itch between her legs, and it was growing even stronger.  She 
knew it would be a long time before he might take care of that.  The thought of 
being unreleaved just got her more excited as the minutes passed.

    Her mind began to wonder again.  It was Mark who last had done the honer of 
binding her. As they went out to the stable one night, he told her he wanted to 
do something a little different. When the got there, he instructed her to strip 
off her cloths.  When she was standing naked before him, he bound her hands 
behind her back.  He proceeded to played with her bound body for a several 
minutes.  Unable to resist he actions just made her all the more stimulated.

    She was then placed on her knees and ordered to 'suck the skin off' of his 
hard-on.  He pumped his manhood in and out of her hungry mouth for several 
minutes, moaning in pleasure the whole time before he felt his cum boiling up 
in his balls.  After he came all over her face and chest, he laid her down on 
the straw, tied her spread legs to the posts, and licked her cunt into an 
orgasm.  They finish with Mark replacing his tongue with his dick and screwed 
her silly.  It was one of the most wild, erotic experiences she had ever had.

    It was over an hour before Greenfield returned to his prisoner.  Marcy was 
hoping then he might release her and impose his will on her.  Instead, he 
ordered her into the dressing room for a change of attire.  She would find her 
new outfit on the closet.

    This time, her outfit was a black satin bussler, zipped in the front, with 
garter straps, lace G-string and matching black stockings.  But instead of 
shoes, there were a pair of gold toed, ankle high boots with spiked heels of 
gold.  She thought the boots were a strange thing to ware with lingerie.  But 
she knew she had no choice in the matter.
    She took off her white outfit.  As she hung it up, she noticed that her 
maids cloths were gone.  'Now why would he take it?' she wondered.  But then 
she thought why worry about it.  It was going to be some time before she was 
going to need it again.

    Comparing the two, she deemed the white one was better for romance.  
Something to ware when she wanted to be all woman, and let her man know it.  
But the black one was better suited for intense sex.  To let her man know he 
was about to get it, but good.  Maybe Greenfield had the same thoughts.

    She pulled on the teddy.  Again it was a perfect fit, although the style of 
this one was designed to be tighter than the other.  But it still was very 
attractive.  She pulled on the stockings and snapped them into the garters.  
The boots also fit just right, but again were very high.  She walked on them 
for a moment to get the feel of them.  Evidently Greenfield like women in high 
heels, and the higher the better.

    She sat down at the dressing table and redid her makeup  She made her eyes 
darker that before, and touched up her lips with a dark red lipstick.  She 
brushed her hair, giving it a little more of a wild look.

    Looking on the table, she noticed there as a thin box, like the kind 
jewelry come in.  A note was attached to it addressed to her.  She opened the 
note first.  It was from Greenfield.

    'Darling...' it read. 'Please except this gift that I am giving to you.  It 
is forever yours to keep.  I hope you enjoy waring it.'

    It wasn't signed, but it was defiantly Greenfield's handwriting.  She 
opened the box to find a gold necklace.  It was defiantly of good quality gold 
and very beautiful.  Her hands trembled as she put it on.  Even in the low 
lights, it sparkled in the mirror.  For a few minutes, all Marcy looked into 
the mirror at it and caress her fingers over it.

    Coming back to, she thought she had better get a move on.  She didn't want 
to make the master upset.  She checked herself out in the vanity mirror.  She 
was very surprised at the results.  Though it wasn't as romantic as the other, 
she defiantly looked and felt sexy.  The boots did pull off with the outfit.

    She went out to the playroom.  Greenfield was seated in one of the leather 
chairs.  He didn't look too upset or impatient.  In fact, he looked rather 
pleased.

    'Give me the full show, if you would.' he said softly.

    Again she slowly walked if front of him, turning on her heels, giving him a 
exhibition.  Marcy had done a little modeling in high school, and she knew how 
to walk and hold herself.

    'Very becoming.  Do you like you present?' he asked.

    Marcy wanted to tell him how much she loved it, but as she was about to 
speak, she caught herself.  She almost forgot her vow of silence.  Instead, she 
nodded her head and ran her fingers across it.
    'Good' he said.  'I'm glad you like it.  Now let's get back to business

    He guided her over to the pulley setup.  He attached a spreader bar to the 
hook.  Marcy knew well what a spreader bar was.  She had worn one before.  But 
instead of her ankles being spread apart, he locked her wrists into the leather 
cuffs.  He locked her ankles into a pair of steal legcuffs.  These were 
different from the usual kind, because there weren't any links between the 
cuffs.  Her legs were held security together.

    'Open your mouth' He ordered.  A black leather sack was pushed into her 
mouth, which was attached to a wide leather strap.  Her lips went over the 
strap, forcing her mouth to be held open wider than it was with the ball gag.  
The straps were buckled behind her head.  Though it wasn't the most comfortable 
thing she had ever worn, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

    He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button.  The electric motor 
slowly pulled the bar up.  He stopped it just was Marcy's heels were to be 
pulled off the floor.  If she stood strait, she could keep he feet on the 
ground.

    'There.' he said.  'That'll do, very nicely.  I must say, leather and steel 
agrees with you.'

    This was a new one for her.  She knew this position wasn't for sex, but he 
could do what he wanted to her, if he wanted.  Greenfield knew his plan was 
working.  Marcy was getting more excited every minute. He started his next 
phase.

    He stood behind her and ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, 
gently kissing her neck and shoulders.  Wild chills ran down her spine.  her 
body shivered as his hands cupped her breasts and felt her hard nipples.  He 
pressed her hard-on into her soft ass and glided his fingers over her satin 
covered lips.  He could feel the fever burning inside her.

    But for Marcy, it was over to fast.  He stopped after just a few moments of 
tantalizing.  He knew if her kept it up much longer, she would come.  It wasn't 
her time yet.  He kissed her shoulder, and left the room.  Marcy was left alone 
again, looking at herself in the mirror above her, and her lust running out of 
control inside her.

    She twisted her body around.  She pulled her ankles off the ground and let 
her body swing from the chain.  Her tongue played with the gag, wishing it was 
his cock instead.  She felt the fire in her cunt burning out of control, and 
her juices flowing from between her lips.  She planned that the next time her 
hands were free, even for just a single moment, she would throw her arms around 
him and release herself upon his body.

    It seemed like hours before he returned, but it was only half an hour.  She 
had calmed down a little by now.  But when she saw him enter the room, the 
burning lust inside her body returned to it's fever pitch.
    He lowered the bar far enough to be able to release her wrists.  Marcy 
thought this would be her chance, but it never came.  As fast as he released 
her hands, they were pinned into the center of her back.  A set of leather 
cuffs pinned her wrists together, and attached leather straps went around her 
upper arms to pull and hold her wrists between her shoulder blades.

    He went over to the motor control and lowered the bar completely to the 
floor.  He then unlocked the steel cuffs from around her ankles and ordered her 
to lay down on the floor, face up.  He spread her legs and strapped her ankles 
into the leather collars of the spreader bar.  Marcy wasn't quite sure what was 
to happen next.

    Greenfield knelt over his bound prisoner, watching her struggled in her 
bonds.  He knew she couldn't get loose, and he wasn't about to let her get 
loose.  He pulled the top of the bussler down a little and freed her breasts 
from the confines of the material.  His fingers lightly squeezed her fleshy 
mounds and hard nipples.  He watched the girl shiver with his every touch.

    He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handle.  Marcy quickly 
realized that it was a knife.  He touched the button, and the silver blade 
sprung out from it's cradle.  For a moment, she didn't know what was going to 
happen.  Was he going to cut her?  Maybe blood turned him on.  But he had 
promised not to hurt her.

    Her fears were soon relieved.  He reached down to her soaked G-string and 
slowly cut the the silk panties off her.  He slowly puLled them off of her, 
revealing her treasure.  Again his fingers probed her wetness and exploring her 
tunnel.  The girl made deep moans of pleasure into her gag.

    But for Marcy, the volcano inside her didn't get the chance to erupt.  He 
stopped just as she was about to release her orgasm.  She thought to herself 
that this guy was really an ass.  Why won't he let her come.

    But then she remembered, she was being punished.  What better punishment is 
there that not having your bodies greatest desire fulfilled.  It was diving her 
crazy.  To be so aroused and excited, and not allowed to release an orgasm was 
defiantly the ultimate in discipline.  What a punishment it was.  But it did 
have advantages over being spanked or fired.

    Greenfield walked over to the control panel and pressed the lift button.  
Slowly her legs were being pulled up off the floor.  Soon her hips were lifted 
up.  Higher and higher the motor pulled her up until she was hanging upside 
down.  Her head was several inched off the floor.  She hung there, slowly 
turning from the chain that held her suspended

    Greenfield walked back over to her.  She expected him just to play with her 
for a moment, drive her wild, and then leave her alone with her thoughts 
again.  But instead, he did what she wanted most.

    She was hanging at just the right height for him to reach down to her 
nipples and play with them while his mouth enjoyed the sweetness of her cunt.  
His tongue slowly licked her lips and toyed with her clit.  His fingers 
squeezed her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers.
    This was by far the biggest thrill she had ever had.  To be given exotic 
lingerie, expertly placed into immobility, situated into ingenious positions, 
teased for hours, and finally orally brought to orgasm was the greatest sexual 
experience she ever had, and probably ever would again.  Within minutes, she 
was on the edge of her orgasm.

    Marcy was squirming her suspended body around like a fish on a hook.  
Maybe, just maybe, that little itch inside her would finally be taken care of.  
Greenfield knew that she was on the edge of it and wanted to keep her there.  
He kept her from letting her orgasm for several minutes.  He would speed up, 
then slowed down, driving her absolutely wild.  He wanted her to reach the 
highest level of sexual fulfillment as possible.

    When, at long last her orgasm came, it was the longest, most violent and 
intense one she had ever had.  She screamed into her gag and her body shook 
wildly.  It seemed like it lasted for minutes, and it was the best she ever 
had.

    When it was completely over, she hung there limply, breathing deeply and 
continently.  He rolled at padded table under her and slowly lowered her body 
onto it.  He released her mouth from the gag.  She wooed for a moment, and was 
about to tell him how great it was.  A sharp, quick glance from him silenced 
her.  She remembered the vow.

    He undid the leather cuffs from her ankles and wrists.  She rubbed her 
wrists and looked at the red lines the left.  It could have been worse.  But it 
sure couldn't have been better.

    The bed covers were pulled down.  He gently picked her up, and carried her 
over to the bed.  She quietly laid on the soft white satin sheets as he removed 
the boots from her feet and covered her with the top sheet and quilt.

    'It's getting late,' he said 'and you must be tired.  Sleep for a while.  
I'll look in on you later.'  He then pressed his mouth onto hers and kissed 
her, long, slow and deep.  He turned, lowered the lights, and left the room.

    Marcy laid in the middle of the bed, all warm, comfortable, and content.  
She thought of the kiss he had given her.  She loved the feeling of his lips 
pressed against hers and the warm feeling it gave her.  It was then that she 
realized that it was the first time he had done anything to satisfy himself.  
Everything else was designed to give her excitement and pleasure.

    She fell asleep the folds of the satin sheets a happy and satisfied woman.


    Marcy awoke several hours later.  The room was still dimly lit.  She 
sighed, and rolled in the sheets.  She was going to sleep some more, but she 
began to relive the events of the night before.  After a few minutes, she gave 
up on sleep and sat up in the bed.

    She noticed the nightgown and robe that were laying at the foot of the 
bed.  It was then that, except for her boots, she was still waring her outfit 
from last night.  Greenfield must have brought the gown in earlier, and she 
should change.
    She took of the teddy and slipped into the gown.  It was made of satin and 
lace, and a light pink in color.  She pulled the matching robe on and pulled 
the tie tight around her waist.

    She almost stepped on the slippers that were next to the bed.  The slippers 
were the kind you find in the expensive Hollywood catalogs.  The had a three 
inch heel, and fluffy feathers across the toes.  This guy sure knew how to 
spoil a lady.

    Marcy turned up the lights.  Not having much else to do, she took a walk 
around the room.  She looked at all the items in the room.  The supply cabinet 
was of special interest to her.  She studied the neat items that were stored  
there.  Some of them were completely escape proof, others were merely for show 
rather than hold.

    She had just put down a pair of legcuffs when the door open, and Greenfield 
walked in.  Marcy was worried the he might be angry for looking at the stuff.  
But he smiled and walked over to her.

    'Do you like my collection?' he asked.

    Marcy didn't answer, but nodded her head.

    'Good.  You remembered not to speak.  If you like, you may now speak.'

    'Thank you, sir.'

    'Does all this frighten you?' he asked as he looked into the cabinet.

    'Oh no sir, not at all.  I was just admiring it.' she said as she picked up 
a coil of rope.  'I know what some of these thing are, but others, I'm not 
quite sure.

    'Are you asking me because you thing I want you ask, or because you want to 
know yourself?'

    She was took back for a moment.  She thought over the question very 
carefully.  The real question is if she enjoys this or not.

    'I am truly interested in this sir.' she answered.  'And I really did enjoy 
last night.'

    'Is that the truth Marcy?'

    'Yes sir.  It's the truth.'

    Greenfield was satisfied with her answers.  He gave a small smiled to the 
girl.  She returned one of her own.  He took the rope from her hands.

    'We'll look at this stuff later.  But first, let's have something to eat.  
You must be hungry.'

    She realized that she hadn't eaten a thing since dinner the night before.
    He opened another door to exposed a small room.  There was a small dinner 
table in the center, covered with a table cloth, fine china and silverware.  
Soft, soothing music played in the background.  Against the far wall was a 
buffet, covered with a large assortment of breakfast and brunch items.  There 
were pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, sweet rolls, fruit and nuts, coffee, juice, 
and champagne.

    They filled their plates, and sat down to eat.  Marcy wasn't sure what to 
say, if anything.  But Greenfield started the conversation.  They talked about 
everything.  He was an excellent conversationalist.  But not once did they talk 
about the night before, or any related subject.

    'I took the liberty of talking to Ms. Breeker for you.  I informed her that 
you were going out of town to visit friends, and you wouldn't be in the rest of 
the weekend.  I gave you the weekend off.'

    'I was wondering about that sir.  I... I wasn't sure what to do.'

    'What you mean to say is, you were wondering if you punishment is over or 
not.'

    'Well, I guess that's what I mean.' she answered shyly

    He put his fork down.  'Tell me what do you think.'

    'Well,' she said. 'under the law, the more severe the crime, the greater 
the punishment is.  It was an expensive vase, I was caught at the scene of the 
crime, and I don't seem to have a lawyer.  The evidence is against me, and I 
guess I must expect the most harsh sentence under the law.  I must plead guilty 
to the charge, and except whatever sentence the court feels is fair 
restitution'

    Greenfield laughed.  'Quite a analysis, young lady.  Am I to assume that 
I'm the Prosecutor, Judge, and Warden in this case?'

    'Yes, your Honer.'

    'Well then.  Does the defendant feel the punishment fits the crime?'

    'Yes, your Honer.'

    'Should I let you off so easy.  Give you time off for good behavior and an 
early parole or make you serve the full sentence?

    'As the defendant, I'll say whatever it takes to get out easy.  But I know 
I must pay my debt to society, you Honer.'

    She knew what he was doing.  He was trying to find out if this was all to 
much for her and if she wanted to get out of this now.  She respected him for 
it.  She knew she had been kidnapped by him.  Nobody knew where she was, or 
what had happened to her except for him.  She realized she was completly under 
his control, and couldn't escape without his permission.
    But she didn't want to walk away.  Something was keeping her here.  She 
wanted to do more, and please him.  She had enjoyed everything that has 
happened, and was looking forward to what was next.

    'Well,' he said, 'I can see that you haven't been reformed.  And you 
haven't fulfilled you debt to society yet.  Therefore, I sentence you to the 
full term under the law.  Detention to begin immediately.  This court stands 
adjourned.'  He hammered the table with a butter knife.

    This was the judgement she was hoping for.  'Thank you, your Honer' she 
replied.

    He stood up and ordered her to remain quit, and led into the main room.  
She was taken over to the bed, and told to remove her robe and slippers, and 
lay face down on the bed.  She did as commanded, now waring only the gown, as 
he collected what he needed.  Her wrists were pulled behind her back and tied 
tightly together with red velvet strips.  Her ankles were also tied together 
with another strip.  A third strip was inserted in her mouth with another 
covering it and tied behind her head.  Longer strips were wrapped around her 
thighs, knees, chest and waits.  A final strip was placed over her eyes and 
tied behind her head.

    'You will be serving the rest of your sentence in this room.  Consider it 
your cell for the weekend.  I'll check up on you later.'

    He got up, turned down all the lights except for the bright one over the 
bed.  Marcy couldn't see a thing through the blindfold.  She knew he was 
leaving the room and would return when he wanted.

    She lay on the satin sheets, trying to get free.  She thought this might be 
to simple, and she would be loose in a moment.  But it wasn't going to be as 
easy as she had hoped.  For as soft as the were, the velvet cords were strong 
and didn't give an inch.

    It was some time before she gave up.  If she was going to be a prisoner, 
she might as well try to escape.  Not that she wanted to, but she felt she had 
to try.  But she knew the effort would be fruitless.  Even if she did get free, 
where would she go.  All the doors were locked.  All in all, she couldn't 
escape is she really wanted to.

    Her mind raced around.  In the darkness, she began to immagion his return.  
What would he do next.  She had just about given up on guessing on him.  But 
most of all, when would he satisfy his needs.  When would he just screw her 
like crazy.  She wanted that just as bad as he must.

    It was two hours before he returned.  Marcy was laying motionless on the 
bed when she heard the door open.  She heard his slow footsteps walking toward 
her, but couldn't see him.  At last, she felt him sit down on the bed.  She 
jump at the touch of his hand on her back.

    His hand slowly moved up and down her back, her legs, and her ass.  His 
touch was so light.  As his fingers slid over the satin material, shivers ran 
down her spine.
    He removed the strip from her eyes.  She blinked in the strong light, but 
soon adjusted to it.  She rolled over and looked up at him.  He was dressed in 
a comfortable shirt and black dress pants.  His hands continued to play with 
her.  His fingers ranged up and down her body.  She sighed as he cupped his 
over her chest.  She closed her eyes and let the flood of sensation flow 
through her body.

    He continued to let his hands slowly play with her as he spoke to her in a 
authoritative voice.

    'Go into the dressing room and through the other door.  There you will find 
a small bathroom with shower.  You should find whatever you need.  Take as much 
time as you like.  In the dressing room you'll find change of cloths in the 
closet.  Change into the outfit and return here.  If you return before I do, 
wait here, I won't be long.  Do you understand?'

    She nodded her head.  He untied the velvet cord from her body and removed 
the gag from her mouth.  She slowly walked over to the room and the door closed 
behind her.  She rushed over to the hutch to see what was there for her.

    There was a set of matching red lace bra, panties, garter belt and a set of 
red silk stockings with seems running up the back.  The red high heels she wore 
before were also there.

    'Red is the color of passion.' she said to herself.

    She went into the bathroom.  The room as better than the typical bathroom, 
The decor was bright and tasteful.  The shower had the best scented shampoos 
and conditioners.  The towels were thick and plentiful and the finest imported 
soaps were available.  The room was heated, to avoid chills.

    She let the warm water run down her body.  It felt good to let her arms 
stretch, and the sweat wash off her.  She got out and rapped a thick bathroom 
around herself.  She dried her hair, and used the curling iron.  When she was 
done, she went back to the dressing room.

    She put on her makeup first.  She kept the red theme going by using 
red-tinted eye shadow and extra blush.  She used the brightest red lipstick in 
the table.

    She put on the outfit and carefully pulled on her stockings.  Nothings is 
worst than a run in your stockings.  Lastly, she pulled on the pumps.  She 
stood in front of the mirror.

    Normally, she didn't like the way she looked.  She thought she was too fat, 
or her chest was too small.  But every time she looked into this mirror, she 
liked what she saw.  She just hoped Greenfield like it too.

    It was a little more than an hour before she went back into the playpen.  
The lights were on more even throughout the room.  Greenfield was nowhere to be 
seen.  The bed had been changed into black satin sheets and the quilt was 
gone.  Other than that, nothing else was different.  Her instructions were to 
wait for him, so she went over to the bed.
    She hesitated to lay down on bed. Maybe she had better wait to see what he 
wanted.  So she elected to sit in the wooded chair.  The chair as an old heavy 
one, and it creaked as she sat in it.

    She didn't have to wait long before he returned.  He was waring a white 
silk shirt and a tight pair of leather pants.  He entered the room and slowly 
walked over to her.  Before he got there, she stood up and modeled for him 
before he would ask her.

    'Yes' he said. 'I do like it, and what's in it.  Do you?'

    She nodded her head.

    'Take you seat again.  You're just where I want you.'

    She sat down in the chair.  He produced several coils of soft white rope 
and began to tie her to the chair.  Her wrists were tied to the arms of the 
chair and her upper arms were roped to the chair back.  He passed rope around 
her waist and chair back.  Her chest received the same treatment.  Lastly, her 
ankles and calves were tied to the legs of the chair.

    He went around and checked all the knots.  Marcy knew getting loose from 
this one would be impossible.  All rope ends were beyond reach, and all knots 
were tight.

    He showed her the red ball gag.  'You remember this, of course.  As you can 
see, it's is style with you attire.'  Marcy opened her mouth to receive the 
gag.  He pushed it in, and tied the secured the ends.

    He stepped back and watched the girl.  Marcy struggled in the ropes, trying 
to make some slack.  Thought the ropes weren't too tight, there wasn't any room 
for movement.  The chair creaked as she worked her body around.

    Greenfield was satisfied with his work.  He walked behind her and laid his 
hands on her shoulders.  She loved the touch of his hands on her bare skin.  
She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his hands lightly roamed around her 
body.

    But after only a minute, he stopped and left the room.  She felt the itch 
between her legs again.  She felt herself getting hot and wet once more.  Again 
she knew the punishment of both the body and the mind was working on her.

    She began to wonder who else had been brought into this room.  There had to 
have been others.  She fantasied about a tall red-headed woman, chained tightly 
to the rack.  Her body stripped of her cloths, except for red spiked heels, and 
held immobile.  Her mouth filled with a leather gag.  Greenfield had her so 
horny, that the juices were running down her legs and he rolled her nipples 
between his fingers.  It was hours before she had her needs taken care of.

    She then thought of another scenario where two women were tied together at 
the waists.  Their arms pulled above the naked bodies, and their spread legs 
tied together at the ankles.  The sweat poured off their hot bodies as he 
played with them.  Then they were tied kneeling back to back, as he took turns 
receiving the blow jobs they hungrily gave him.
    Marcy couldn't help herself.  The whole time he was gone, she squirmed in 
the chair and fantasized.  Her body getting hotter, and her mind getting 
hornier.  She dreamed of his return.  She needed it so badly.  When would he 
return?

    It was less than an hour later before he returned to her.  He spoke not a 
word, but slowly untied her from the chair, but left the gag in her mouth.  He 
pulled her to her feet, and lead her over to the bed.

    He turned the girl around and stood behind her.  She felt arms reach around 
her and unhook the front clasp of the bra and it being pulled off of her.  Her 
hard nipples welcomed the cool air.  Next, her panties were slowly pulled down 
her legs.  She stepped out of them without a word.

    He moved her to be laying on her back on the bed.  He pulled out leathers 
straps with leather cuffs on one end.  He placed her left wrist in the cuff, 
buckled it, and tied it to the brass headboard.  Her right one received the 
same.  Her legs were spread, and two more straps secured them in place.

    Marcy loved the smell and feel of fine leather.  She loved the sound it 
made as it moved, and how it felt on her skin.  Greenfield as also a fan of 
leather, and used it whenever he could.

    The girl worked her arms and legs, but found no relief form the straps.  
She was tightly restrained, and slightly stretched.  Completely vonderable to 
whatever he wanted.  She stared up into the mirrored ceiling.  She watched the 
reflection of her naked body, squirming in it's bonds.

    He sat down on the bed next to her.  He gently glided his finger over her 
skin.  She shivered at his touch.  His fingers played with her, squeezing and 
probing wherever they wanted.  They felt her hard nipples, and entered her wet 
cunt.  Marcy wished he wouldn't stop.

    His tip of his tongue touched her nipples as he fingers her clit.  Soon, 
his whole mouth was on her breasts, gently sucking them.  His fingers worked 
faster on her clit, building her into a huge orgasm.  Again her held her on the 
edge, not allowing her to release.  Marcy thrashed on the bed as much as her 
restraints would allow.

    After several minutes of closeness, he finally let her explode.  She came 
as long and hard as the night before.  She tensed her body as the wave rolled 
over her body.  Then it finally calmed again, as she lay limp on the soft 
sheets.

    Greenfield stopped for a moment.  Again his fingers gently glided over her 
soft skin.  The girl was breathing fast and deep, recovering from her ordeal.  
But it wasn't long before she released she was getting excited again.  
Greenfield was again playing with her nipples and clit.  She felt the itch 
return, and began to squirm again.  She never got this excited so quickly after 
and orgasm.

    His touch got her hot once more.  What a talent her had for it.  But this 
time, she wanted him deep inside of her.  She wanted to feel his body slam into 
hers as he pumped in and out of her.  She wanted him like no man ever before.

    Greenfield stood up.  Marcy was worried he was going to leave again.  But 
instead of leaving, he slowly removed his shirt.  She got more and more excited 
as she did a slow striptease.  She loved his muscular body, his chest, his legs 
and tight waist.

    At last, he was down to his black bikini brief.  Marcy could see the huge 
bulge in them, and wanted to see the true thing.  He slowly pulled of the brief 
to reveal his manhood to her.  It was long and firm, and it stood hard like a 
pole.

    He gently stroked it, and it grew even larger.  Marcy wanted do badly to be 
doing it herself.  Her twisted and turned as much as the leather would give.  
She grunted and groaned into her gag, leading him to shove it into her.

    He crawled on top of her and pressed her hardon onto her excited clit.  He 
slowly moved his body on top of body, dry humping her.  Marcy returned as much 
as she could.  She could feel her orgasm building to monster proportions.

    He then lifted up and slowly pushed is cock into her.  He did it so slowly, 
that she wondered if it was too big to fit inside her.  At last her was totally 
in her, and the tip seemed to touch bottom.  Marcy moaned deeply as her pushed 
it in a little harded.  He squirmed it inside of her, driving her wild.

    He strokes started long and slow.  He wanted to savor this for as long as 
possible.  Marcy too wanted it to last.  But with each stroke, he got a little 
faster, and she moved her hips a little more each time.

    Finally, they were at full speed.  He was ramming in to her, and she was 
bucking like wild.  Her muffled grunts and groans mixed with his, as they both 
were heading toward their climaxes.

    The wave of pleasure shot through Marcy's body.  She tensed her body as it 
shook her.  Within a few seconds of starting, Greenfield rammed deep inside of 
her and shot a huge load of cum deep into her.  He pushed in deeper as the cum 
poured out of him.  At last, they were through.

    He laid on top of her, his softening dick still inside her.  He pulled the 
ball out of her mouth, and pressed his lips onto hers.  They kissed hard and 
passionately for several minutes.  Their bodies pressing into one another, 
trying to become one.

    Within minutes, Marcy noticed that he was hard again, and was slowly 
starting to hump again.  He stopped after a minute, and pulled out, much to 
Marcy's disappointment.

    But is only for a moment.  He untied the rope for the ball gag.  He then 
moved down to her ankles, unbuckled the belts and pulled them off of her legs.  
Lastly, her wrists were freed from the straps.  He then laid down on the bed 
next to her.  Again their mouths met.  This time, Marcy could return all the 
favors he had bestowed upon her. 
    Her hands stroked his chest as his caressed her hips.  Her fingers wrapped 
around his cock, as his played with clit.  He both were breathing hard.  His 
lips kisses and sucked her nipples as she ran her fingers through his hair.

    She rolled him onto his back, and moved her head down to his groins.  She 
licked the tip of is head, and tasted his cum.  She kissed the shaft, and 
finally took the whole thing into her mouth.  She loved to give men head.  She 
almost got off on it as much as they did.

    After a few minutes, she pulled her up to him, and she straddled his hips.  
They humped for a few minutes, as the kissed deeply.  She them moved up, and he 
slid his rod inside of her.  They fucked for a few moments with her on top if 
him.  Even though she was in the superior position, he still controlled the 
situation.  They moved well together, as they moaned and groaned.

    He then rolled them over, and was on top again.  She rapped her legs around 
him and squeezes tight.  They fucked faster and faster.  Their sweat covered 
bodies mashing into one another.  They rolled from side to side on the sheets.  

    She felt his body tighten up, and him ram into her.  Just as he shot his 
second load, she felt her climax hit.  She screamed out with delight as he 
grunted out his.  Again the matched the orgasm together.  Within a couple of 
minutes, they were exhausted, with him laying on top of her.

    After a few more minutes, the rolled over, pulled up the sheets, and 
cuddled together.  Marcy sighed continently as her held her in his arms.  For 
several minutes, neither of them spoke a word.

    'May I speak, sir.' she dared asked.

    'Of course you may.'

    'If this is punishment, I hope I'm in detention for life.'

    'Discipline has many forms.  This happens to be my favorite.'

    'It's mine now.'  She hugged him tightly.  She felt strangely  content and 
safe in his arms.  Not since she was a little girl and her father's hugged her 
to drive the night creeps away had she such feelings.  He felt happy.

    'Say' he said after a few moments, 'how would you like to get out and do a 
little shopping.'

    She giggled a bit. 'But I thought my term isn't up yet.'

    'Call it a work release program, if you want.'

    'Oh yes, sir, but I hope you are coming with me?'

    'Of course.  You can't leave without a guard.'

    They got up out of the bed.  It was the she realized one small problem.
    'What am I going to ware.  I don't think this is appropriate streetwear.  
And I don't know where my uniform went to.'

    'I feel it's appropriate myself. In fact, it's perfect, but not practical.  
We can't have men falling all over you.  But it's already covered.  You'll find 
proper attire in the dressing room.'

    A complete change of cloths was waiting for her.  A white blouse, tight 
blue jeans, pantyhose, bra, white high heels and matching purse.  By someway, 
everything she had worn in the past 36 hours has fit better than her own 
cloths.

    She met him the the playpen.  He had changed into blue jeans and cowboy 
boots.  'A prisoner should be shackled if they leave the jail.  But I think 
handcuffs will do.'  She held out her wrist, and he snapped them on her.  
Having her secured, they walked out the door to the garage.

    'I gave the help the day off, except of Wayne.'  Wayne was the butler, and 
the head of the staff.  He had been with the master for years.

    'Why Wayne, Mr. Greenfield.'

    He's the only one I trust.  He knows all about my little quirks, except for 
you now.  He also helped me construct the room, and furnish it.  In return, he 
and his wife us it on occasion, with my permission.

    'Does he know about me?'

    'No.  He knows there is someone here, but doesn't know who.  He's upstairs, 
and will not pry into this affair.  All and all, he's a very good man.'

    'He must be. sir.'

    He stopped them at the garage door.  'For the rest of the weekend, you 
don't need to call me sir.  You know my name is Ronald.  Use that, or Ron, if 
you like.  I really hate formalities.'  He smiled at the girl.  She knew that 
she didn't have to worry about anything.

    'I like Ronald.  It's a handsome name.' she stated.

    They walked into the garage.  'I don't think we need these for a while.  
But I'll hang on to them in case you get jumpy.'  He unlocked the cuffs from 
her wrists.

    'Which car do you like to take?'  he asked.

    Greenfield was a car buff, and had several.  A few imports, a Caddy, and a 
couple old muscle cars from the late sixties.

    Marcy walked over to the little red Mersadies Bends convertible.  'I always 
wanted to drive around on a country road, doing about ninety, in a little car 
like this.  Could we take this one.  At least I can say I've been in one'

    'If you like.  Maybe we can make your dream come true.'
    They jumped in, put the top down, and took off.  I wasn't a long drive to 
the mall, but it became one.  The went out onto the highway, and opened it up 
to 100 MPH.  It was a warm afternoon, and the breeze blew through their hair.

    The got to the mall about an hour later.  The shopped around for a while 
before the got to the shoe store.  Marcy saw a pair of red spiked heels, with 
ankle straps.

    'Do you like those?' he asked.

    'Yes, I do.  I'm sure you do too.'

    'You've guessed I like high heels on a woman.  I think the make a woman 
truly a woman.  Men can have long hair, and can dress more feminine, but heels 
a strictly a ladies item.'

    'Why's that?'

    'The make the leg look longer, and leaner.  There's also something sexy 
about them.  But you must thing I'm strange.'

    'Oh no.  Not at all.  I completely agree with you.  I love heels, but never 
really ware them.  I don't think I have the legs for them.'

    'Oh shit.' he said 'What woman thinks she does?  A woman is either never 
satisfied with herself, or she is so conceded, no one is good enough for her.  
My dear, you look sensational in heels, and everything else you ware.  I happen 
to believe that you are a most attractive woman.'

    She was speechless.  He had never been given such complements, and she was 
deeply flattered.  Not knowing what to say, she looked into the case at she 
shoes.

    'Would you like them?' he asked

    'Yes, I would.  But I can't afford them.'

    'No, but I can.'

    'Oh no.  I can't let you do that.  That's not fair.'

    'Why do you thing I brought you here.  I intend to spoil you rotten.  This 
is only the start, and it continues in line with my plans.  Like I said, there 
are many forms of punishment.  Are you coming with in with me, or do I have to 
buy them without you trying them on?'

    At first she wasn't sure if she should protest more or not.  But she felt 
his air of mastery.  If he wants her to have it, one way or another, she will.  
The went into the store.  She tried them on and fell in love with them.  Again 
she offered to help pay, but he wouldn't hear of it.

    The went into another store and he bought her a red silk blouse.  Again her 
protested, but gave in to him.
    'I told you once, and I'll tell you again, it's all part of the plan, and 
you will have it, one way or another.'

    They proceeded next to a leather shop.  She stopped out side the door.

    'Really, Ronald.  This is too much.  I like leather cloths, but I don't 
want you to spent all your money on me.  It makes me feel cheap or something.

    'Listen to me.  First of all, I have enough money, but no one to spend it 
on.  I like to spoil people.  I gives me pleasure, and something to do.  
Second, you're not asking for it, nor expecting it.  So, your not cheap or 
something.  And third, I want to, and I want you to have it.  Besides, I like a 
woman in leather and silk.'

    'That too much.  I can't let you buy everything in the place for me.  
Besides, where am I going to ware all of this stuff.'

    'Out to dinner with me tonight at Club Roger, then dancing at the Outrage, 
if you must know.'

    'Are you serious?' she asked.

    'Serious as a heart attack.  Remember, spoiled rotten.  Come on now, in we 
go.  We have to get a move on.  Hup, two, three, four.'

    He had her try on a white leather miniskirt.  The smell of leather, and the 
way it moves on a body really turned her on.  She came out of the dressing room 
and showed her master.  He smiled, and nodded in approvement.  She changed and 
came out.  Ronald was over by the leather jackets.  He held up a red one.

    'Try this on.  I think it will be a good fit.'

    She slipped in on, snapped it closed and tied the sash  'Well?'

    'Very nice.  Take a look for yourself.'  He pointed to a mirror.

    'Oh.  I love it.' She said turning around and looking at the back.  She 
looked at the price tag on the cuff. 'Ronald, are you sure?'

    'Yes, I'm sure.  Discipline comes in many forms.  I happen to like this 
form, not to mention, your form.  You also need a purse to go with it.'

    They took the skirt, jacket and purse up to the register and payed for 
them.  The counter girl put them in boxes and bags, and the left the store.  
When they were outside the store, she stopped and turned to him.

    'I guess I should thank you for all of this.  I never had anyone do so much 
for me.'

    'No thanks are necessary.  I just hope you enjoy them all, and tonight.'

    'With you, I know I will'
    The went out to the car.  The air was still warm, but he pulled the top 
up.  He then opened the glove box, and pulled out hand and legcuffs.

    'You were a little to disagreeable in there.  I'm afraid you must ware 
these home.'

    'I was a bad girl.'  she joked as he locked her wrists behind her back, and 
locked her legs together.  He started the car and drove off.  This time, he 
went strait home.

    The whole time, the girl struggled in the chains.  She fantasized that he 
picked her hitchhiking.  He said he would give her a ride only if she agreed to 
be handcuffed during the drive.  Of course she played it out that half way 
through the drive, he stopped the car and proceeded to give her a lesion on not 
thumbing for rides.

    Her dream didn't come true.  Soon they were pulling up the drive to the 
estate and in the garage.  He unlocked her ankles, but kept her wrists 
together.  They went into the house and back to the playpen.

    'Since you weren't the model prisoner,' he said, 'I an afraid that you must 
be put into solitary confinement for a while.'

    'Yes sir, warden.' she replied.  He removed her cuffs and ordered her to 
strip her cloths off.  When she was naked, she was commended to lay on the bed, 
face down.

    He pulled her wrists behind her back and tied and clinched them tightly 
with lots of rope.  Her ankles were then roped together in a similar manner.  
He then attached a length of rope to her wrists, bent her legs, and tied the 
other end to her ankles.  She laid on the bed in a very tight hog-tie.

    She rolled around an the bed for a few moments, trying to get loose.  She 
grunted and groaned as she tried to loosed her ropes.  Greenfield looked at her 
struggled.  The both knew that she wasn't going to get loose.

    He shoved a cloth into her mouth and held it in place with another one tied 
around her head.  Her groans were muffled as she continued to fight the bonds.  
He collected her cloths, and left the room.

    She laid on the bedspread, rolling and turning around, trying to free 
herself.  She really didn't want to get loose, but it was fun to try.  Soon her 
body was getting hot and sweaty.  Was the room getting warmer, or was she 
getting hot from her struggles.

    Marcy struggled for quite some time before she was exhausted.  She felt her 
body begin to ache.  But she still relished the ropes that held her.  She felt 
herself getting sleepy.  She never had slept when she had been tied up.  But 
then again, she never had been tied up in so many different ways, with so many 
different restraints, for so long.  She closed closed her eyes and gave in to 
sleep.
    She awoke to find her body covered with sweat.  During her nap, she had 
horny dreams about being tied and ravished by several men.  She then noticed 
Greenfield sitting in the chair, watching her.  She again started to struggle 
as her got up and came over to her.

    He untied her ankles form the wrists, and then removed the ropes around her 
ankles.  He spoke to her in soft, erotic words.

    'I've been watching you.  Did you have dirty little dreams?  You must have, 
because your body is wet and your ass is twitching.  Your ass is so soft and 
firm.  You like it touched, don't you.  Does this feel good too?' he said as 
his fingers explored her and played with her clit.  Marcy moaned into her gag.

    Within a moment, she was hot with desire.  Greenfield knew it, and was 
horny himself.  He dropped his pants, climbed on top of her and rammed his rod 
into her.  His hips ground into her ass.  He rammed into her hard and fast.  
Marcy was squirming under him, her orgasm building higher and higher.  She 
raised her ass up, trying to get him in deeper.

    It was several minutes before he felt his climax building up.  He moved his 
sweat covered body faster and faster as it got closer.  Marcy released her 
orgasm, groaning through her gag.  Greenfield knew it, and it made him all the 
more excited.

    Marcy couldn't wait for him to explode inside her.  She wanted to feel his 
load rush into her.  Greenfield held it back for as long as her could.  When he 
shot, it was like a dam had burst.  He mounded loudly, plunging himself into 
her deep.  Marcy arched herself, trying to let it deep inside her, and moaned 
deeply.  It seemed like he pumped in more and more each time.

    He didn't move for a moment, letting the feeling of relief flow over him.  
He then pulled himself off her and pulled on his cloths.  Marcy expected him to 
release her, but instead he tied her ankles together, untied her wrists, rolled 
her limp body over, and retied her wrists together. He then attached her wrists 
to the head board, her ankles to her footboard, and left the room.

    For a few moments, she was upset.  Why didn't her untie her and lay next to 
her.  She wondered if she was really just a good lay for him.  But then she 
remembered what this was all about.  She was being punished.  He had his plan, 
and she had to follow it.  She knew that she was more that just a good time.  
She felt in her heart that she was falling for him, and would do whatever her 
wanted.  This was what he wanted, and what she deserved.

    She again slept soundly for a while.  She was awoke by the gentle touch of 
his hands on her body.  His fingers sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.

    'A nice nap, my love?' he asked as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

    'Yes' she answered, 'I dreamed about you.'

    He united her body.  'It's about time for you to her ready for dinner.  
Your cloths are in the dressing room.  Meet me back here.'

    'May I ask you something?'
    'You may.' he answered as he handed her the satin rope.

    'How did you know all these cloths would fit me so well.'

    'I got the sizes from you uniform.  After that, it was very simple.  I did 
have to guess on a couple things, but I think I was correct.'

    'It was amazingly correct.  Did you buy it all.'

    'Yes.  I picked everything out for you specially.  And it's all yours to 
keep, if you like.'

    'You're too good to me.  I, I don't know how to thank you.'

    'You've thanked me by being here.  Now get along, we have reservations at 
seven, and I'm getting hungry.  I can be a real animal when I haven't eaten.'

    'You are already one,'

    He laughed, took her hand, and went with her to the dressing room.  There 
he kissed her, and left.

    The hutch and dresser were filled with all the cloths she had worn in the 
past day.  A few other outfits were also there, all in her sizes.  What a way 
to be punished.

    She showered and cleaned up.  She did her hair and makeup again.  She want 
for a more refined look, yet still attractive and sexy.  She took her time, 
trying to look her best for him.  She didn't want to have him embarrassed to be 
seen with her.  She selected a wonderful soft perfume that she hoped he liked.

    She found a white lacy bar and panties, and matching garter belt.  He 
seemed to like that Victorian look in lingerie.  She wasn't quite sure what 
stockings to ware.  Red would be too much, and white didn't quite seem to fit.  
She then found the perfect choice.  She chose the ever traditional seamless tan 
stockings.  They were of pure silk and so smooth.  She gently glided them on, 
and gently moaned.  The felt so good against her skin.

    She slipped on a white pair of heels and stood in front of the mirror.  
Though she never was a real fan of garter belts, stockings, and lingerie 
before, she was now.  There was something special about it.  It made her feel 
so feminine and attractive.  And the heels brought it out in her.  Greenfield 
was right about that.  Next week, she was going out and buy some new outfits  
for herself.

    She finished getting dressed.  She slipped on the silk blouse and leather 
skirt.  She was afraid her new shoes were going to kill her feet.  But they 
were soft and flexible.  She walked comfortable in them.  She put on her gold 
necklace, grabbed her purse, took one last glance in the mirror, and was about 
to go back to the playpen when she noticed a little jewerly box on the table 
addressed to her, labeled "To be worn tonight".

    She opened it to find a beautiful gold ankle braclet that matched her gold 
necklace.  It shined in the light as she put in on her right ankle.
    Greenfield was already in the playpen when she got there, reading a leather 
bound book.  He was waring black slacks, white shirt, a tweed jacket and 
leather shoes.  He put the book down as she approached.  She turned on her 
heels, and gave him a fashion show.

    'Do you like it?' she asked

    'Yes.  I like it very much.  You look ravishing my dear.'

    'I hope I wouldn't dissappoint you.'

    'The only way you could do that is if you didn't wish to go with me.  Shall 
we go.'

    She thanked him for the present.  "No thanks needed.  Just enjoy it" he 
said as he held out his arm and the left the room, arm in arm.

    The went to the garage and got into the caddy.  It has smoked windows, 
power sunroof, and every option they made.  On the set was a single red rose.  
He didn't say a word about it, but Marcy held it the whole time they drove to 
the restaurant.

    The place was a kind of casual elegance.  Most of the men were waring 
jackets, and a few had ties.  The women ranged from long formal to overly tight 
jeans.  Marcy was worried she would look out of place, but soon relaxed.  The 
host was a tall blond woman who was the most poised woman Marcy every had 
seen.  She warmly welcomed them and lead them to their table.

    The waiter was the one Greenfield requested.  He got them their drinks and 
described the chefs creations.

    'This is the best place in town for a steak.'  Greenfield said. 'Also the 
prime rib is excellent

    'It all looks so good.' she said looking at the outragous prices. 'I don't 
know what to have.'

    'Do you mind of I ordered for us?'

    'Please do.'

    'We'll both have the surf and turf, done medium, and a bottle of Red Wine.'

    'Excellent choice, Mr. Greenfield.' the waiter said.  'I'll be back in a 
moment with your salads.'

    'I never had lobster before.' Marcy stated.

    'Well, then, you are in for a treat.'

    Suddenly, a short, stout man walked up to the table.

    'Greenfield,' he said almost shouting, 'Ronald Greenfield.  How the hell 
are you old boy.'
    'Well hello James.  It has been a while'  Greenfield replied, shacking his 
hand.

    'Oh, it's been almost a year since I saw you last.'

    'You're looking very fit.'

    'Lost twenty pounds on one of those Califorina diets.  Never felt better.' 
He turned to Marcy.  'But who is this lovely creature.'

    'Excuse my manners.  James Rolland, meet Miss Marcy Hughes.  James and I 
are old friends.'

    'How do you do, Mr. Rolland.' she said holding up her hand.

    'Oh, James, please.  The pleasure in all mine.'

    Greenfield gave Marcy an approving glance and nod.  She knew she just 
passed the society test.

    'Come join Racial and I for dinner.  We have much to talk about.'

    Marcy was worried.  What would she have to say to rich upper classes.  What 
did she have in common.  But Ronald took care of it for both of them.

    'I sorry, James, but I must decline.  We came for a quiet little dinner.  I 
sure you understand.'

    'Now don't tell me you're going to keep this lovely lady away from us and 
captive all to yourself?'

    'Yes, that is my idea.'  He shot Marcy a quick smile.  She got the joke. 
His captive, all to himself.

    'Oh, well.  Our loss.'  He looked at her with a lust in his eye.  She could 
tell the man was undressing her with his eyes.  Marcy just accepted it as a 
complement.  'Don't keep the boy up all night.  He needs his rest.  A pleasure 
Miss.'  he shook her hand.

    'Nice to have meet you.' She replied

    The two men shook hands, said a word of salutation, and Mr. James Rolland 
waddled off to his table.

    'Thank you for not accepting his offer of dinner.' she said

    'Marcy.  The old man is a coot, and to be perfectly honest, a jerk.  He 
came over here not to see an old friend, but to impress the rest of the place.  
He wants everyone in here to think he's some kind of hot shot.  And, more than 
likely, would have made a play for you right in front of his wife.  I hope you 
really didn't want him to maul you under the table.'

    'It's not that.  It's just I don't know how to act around these people.  
I'm not that sophisticated
    'I understand what you are saying, but you don't have to do an act.  You 
don't need to be fake like the rest of these people.  Just be yourself.  Make 
them fall for you like you are, like I have.  As for sophistication, you have 
plenty of that, more than these fakers.'

    'But I don't fit in.  We have different experiences and backgrounds.'

    'You fit in better than you think.  See that woman sitting over there with 
the tight blue dress.' he pointed to a table across the room.  'That's Lucy 
Palmer.  Before she met Palmer, she claimed she was an actress.  But in 
reality, she was a stripper at a low class joint.  Palmer came in one night, 
they played nookie in the back, and whammo, she's got him hooked.  Two months 
later, they're married.  She married old man Palmer for the money, and has 
cheap little affairs on the side when he's at work or out of town.'

    'You're making that up.' she replied.

    'Nope.  Every word of it is true.  She made a play for me one night, at a 
party I was giving, right under the old man's nose.'

    'What did she do?'

    'She asked me if I could tell he all about foreplay.  What a line.  I told 
her to consult Websters.'

    Marcy giggled.  'You didn't.'

    'I sure did.  Since then she hasn't spoke a word to me, which is no great 
loss, I assure you.  And the real kicker of it, she can't say a word to the old 
man.  It must drive her crazy.'

    'I don't believe it.  Your making up every word of it.'

    'I give you my word, it's the honest truth.  I could give you a dozen 
stories similar to it.  So you see, the social circle is in no way, shape, or 
form and better and anyone else.'

    Marcy felt better.  If the stories were true, then she could fit in without 
any problem.  If they weren't, then it meant Ronald didn't care if she didn't 
fit.  All he wanted was for her to be comfortable.

    The dinner was excellent, and the conversation was enjoyable.  They left 
for the night club.  As they drove, Marcy felt comfortable with this man.  He 
was warm, sensitive, and kind.  Something was kindled in her heart, a feeling 
she never had before.

    They arrived at the club, and were escorted to the best table in the 
house.  The music was loud, and the lights were low.  They ordered drinks, and 
danced away the night.  Greenfield was a good dancer.  He knew how to move his 
body to the music.  Marcy was good too.  They danced well together.

    At about two o'clock, they left the bar.  The car was pulled up for them by 
a Spanish man with a heavy accent.  Greenfield gave him a tip, and they drove 
off.
    Marcy felt his hand close around hers.  She didn't pull it away.

    'I had a wonderful time.' she said.

    'I did too.' he replied. 'It was the company.'

    They drove the rest of the way in silence.

    Back at the house, the walked in together, with his arm around her waist.

    'Does this mean the work release program is over.?' she asked.

    'For tonight.  You did miss curfew.'

    'Then I better pay the price for it.' she said.  Marcy turned around and 
placed her wrists behind her back.  Greenfield pulled out a pair of handcuffs 
and locked her wrists.

    'Back to my cell, I assume'

    'You assume correctly' he replied.  The red ball gag was placed in her 
mouth, he tied the ends, and led her to the playpen.

    They entered the room.  Marcy turned to face her master.  Greenfield threw 
a large pillow in front of her.

    'Get on your knees.' he ordered.  Marcy dropped to the floor and knelt on 
the cushion.  He opened her jacket and pulled it down off of her.  It bunched 
around her wrists.  He knelt behind her and carefully unlocked her right wrist, 
pulled the jacket off her arm, and relocked the cuff.  He then did the same 
procedure with her other arm.  Her jacket was laid in the chair.

    Greenfield walked behind her and locked her left ankle in a legcuffs.  He 
looped the other end around the chain of the handcuffs and locked the other end 
on her right ankle.  Thus she was loosely hog-tied.

    Marcy struggled for a moment.  The cold steel held her extremely tightly.  
She looked at her master and saw the big bulge in his pants.  For several 
minutes, she squirmed and grunted as she stood by looking on.

    She wasn't surprised at his next action.  In fact she expected it.  He 
stood in front of her, and open his pants.  His freed rod sprang out.  He held 
it with one hand, slowly stroking it for several minutes.  It seemed to grow 
bigger with each moment.  Marcy jabbered through her gag, telling him not to 
tease her and how much she wanted to suck on it.

    'Now it's your turn to please me.' he said.

    He pulled the gag out of her mouth, and replaced it with his cock.  She 
hungerly took it in and started to pump on it.  He pulled it out of her.

    'Slowly.  Don't rush it.  That way we make it last longer.'
    He slowly inserted it back into her mouth.  Marcy gently moved her lips 
over the shaft.  She was excited, and wanted to really go down on him, but knew 
he would just pull it out again if she did.  Inch by inch, his manhood moved in 
and out of her.

    She tried to speed up, but again he pulled it out and warned her to slow 
down.  The problem was she was very excited now, and wanted him to explode in 
her mouth.

    The minutes went on.  Bit by bit, she moved faster.  Greenfield didn't pull 
away.  He stood there, with his hands playing with her hair.  He moaned softly, 
and Marcy moaned herself.

    Soon she was pumping on him like mad.  She wanted it, and he wasn't going 
to stop her.  She knew he was close when he groaned aloud.  She took it in as 
far as she could, and prepared for the flood.  Greenfield held his hands on 
her, pushing in farther, and shot his cum.  She quickly swallowed down every 
drop he gave her.

    There seemed no end to it all.  Marcy was amazed at the amount of cum he 
shot.  This was his fourth time today, and he still shot more than most men do 
on there first.

    When he had finally stop shooting, he pulled himself out and pulled up his 
pants.  He then replaced the ball back in her mouth and unlocked the legcuffs.  
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed.  He unlocked the handcuffs, 
pulled the gag out of her mouth, and ordered her to strip off her cloths.

    She stood up, and did a slow striptease for him.  Each button on the blouse 
took it's own sweet time.  She slowly slid the leather skirt off her wiggling 
ass.  Her bra and panties also delightfully drag on.  At last, when she was 
down to her garter belt and stockings, he stopped her.

    She was ordered onto the bed.  Her wrists were tied together in front of 
her with lots of soft white rope, then attached to the headboard.  Her ankles 
were also roped loosely together, and tied to the footboard.  A soft white 
cloth served as a gag.

    'My dear, you looked very lovely tonight.  I never had the pleasure of 
escorting someone as ravishing as you.' He kissed her on the head.  'Until 
tomorrow, sleep well.'  He covered her up with the comforter, turned down the 
lights, and left the room.

    Marcy laid awake for a few minutes.  She knew the rope was meant to tell 
her that he was still in control, and everything was according to his will.  
Still, she felt she meant more to him than just a wild fantasy.  The rope was 
just a reminder to her to keep in line for the rest of the weekend.  But maybe 
tomorrow, she could have one of her fantasies acted out.  She fell asleep, with 
visions of him doing all sorts of wonderfully wild things to her tomorrow.


    She awoke in the morning refreshed and happy.  She rolled around as far as 
her ropes would let her in the satin sheets.  They were so comfortable to sleep 
on, and felt so good against her skin.
    Greenfield returned to the room carrying a small tray.  This he set next to 
the bed, and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.  He leaned over, 
pulled the gag out of her mouth, and passionately kissed her.  She was ready 
for another love making session.  But instead, he gave his orders for the 
morning.

    'I brought you something to eat.' he said as he untied the ropes on her 
wrists.  'The door to the dressing room is open.  I'll be back in two hours.  
Be waring only a black garter belt, stockings, and heels.  Understand?'

    Marcy nodded as he untied the last of the rope from her wrists.  He stood 
up, and left the room.

    Marcy's breakfast consisted of muffins, fruits, and juice.  He ate quickly 
because she was hungry.  After she was finished, she sat in bed for a few 
minutes, cuddling a pillow.  She wondered what was in store for her today.

    She went to the dressing room and found her cloths.  The heels were just 
like the red ones, and had little ankle straps  In the room, there was 
entertainment center with a television and stereo.  She turned on her favorite 
station, and got ready for the day.  She showered, dried and styled her hair, 
did her makeup, and put on the cloths he requested.

    She didn't know what time it was.  It had to be late morning, or early 
afternoon.  For the past few day's time was unimportant to her.  She didn't 
even know if it was early or late.  But she didn't care.

    She went back to the playpen.  Greenfield wasn't there, but had been 
sometime ago.  The sheets on the bed had been changed to black satin.  The 
blankets was gone too.  She laid down on the bed and awaited his return.

    He came back waring tight black leather pants, a black shirt, and carrying 
a small bag.  Marcy watched him approach her.  He looked good in black, very 
manly

    'Come over here.' he said.  Marcy got up off the bed and walked over to 
him.  He was standing by the pulley setup.  Her wrists were chained together 
with a bright silver chain and padlock.  Her wrists were then locked to a loop 
on the pully setup.  He started the motor and lifted her wrists above her 
head.  He shoved a black penis gag into her mouth and latched the straps behind 
her head.  He then spread her legs and locked her ankles into a spreader bar.

    For a moment, he stood back and watched her.  Marcy struggled, trying to 
free her wrists from the chains.  He wondered if she really liked to struggle, 
or if it was an act.  He then opened his case and took put some kind of plastic 
device with leather straps attached.

    'Do you know what this is?' he said as he held it up to her.  Marcy shook 
her head.

    'This is the latest in sexual technology.  It's a remote controlled exciter 
vibrator.  It so thin and decreet, it can even be worn under clothing.  Let me 
show you how it works.'  He walked behind her and talked like a salesman while 
he worked.
    'This inserts into the virgina, and this part covers the clitoris.  These 
straps hold it in place.  This one goes around the waist like so, these strap 
around the thighs, and this one goes from front to back like this.'  He tightly 
strapped the thing on her body.  Marcy was wondering how well it worked.

    'As you can see, it was designed to hold snugly in place while you ware 
it.'  He held up a small black box that looked like a TV control.  'This is the 
remote control.  It has a range of about one thousand feet.  It turns the unit 
on and off, and controls the speed of it.  Allow me to demonstrate.'

    He pressed the button.  Immediately she felt the thing slowly vibrating 
between her legs.  It didn't make much noise at all, like a bee buzzing far 
off.  It was very arousing feeling, like a tongue lightly licking her.  He 
pushed the accelerators button and the unit vibrated a little fast.  Her 
insides were tickled and her clit was stimulated.

    He kept speeding it up, making it move faster and faster inside her and 
over her clit.  Marcy squirmed more, her breathing got faster, and her heart 
pounded.  She felt herself burning red hot, and the juices flowing between her 
legs.  She sucked on the penis gag like it was a hard cock, ready to shoot it's 
load into her.  If he kept this up, it wouldn't be long before she would come.

    She was on the edge of a climax.  He knew she was about to come, and watch 
her thrash in her chains and listened to her moan and groan.  As the wave of 
pleasure hit her, she closed her eyes and screemed into her gag as she felt 
herself let go.  She twisted and turned as her body tensed up.  Within a 
moment, it was over, and the unit was lightly buzzing again.

    'You get the idea.'  he said as he took her down from the hook and carried 
her over to the bed.  He used soft leather straps to tie her wrists and ankles 
to the bedframe in a spread eagle.  He then got something else out of his bag.

    'Now, for the rest of the morning, we'll let you try it out.  See if you 
like it.  But it seems to work best when one is in the dark, so here we have 
the solution to that.'  He covered her eyes with a black leather blindfold, and 
buckled the straps behind her head.  'That's better.  It will give you the full 
effect.  I'll leave you alone to enjoy it.'  He turned and left the room.

    Marcy layed on the bed in total darkness, having wave after wave of delight 
roll over her.  The minutes seemed like hours.  From time to time, the unit 
would speed up, but then slow down.  Sometimes, it would speed up just in time 
to make her climax.  Other times it would slow down before she could.  She came 
five more times before he returned to the room, almost two hours later.

    The sheets were covered with the sweat from her body.  Marcy was 
exhausted.  She just layed there as her removed the vibrator and took of her 
shoes.  Greenfield undid the straps, removed the blindfold and gag, covered her 
with the top sheet, and left.  Within a few minutes, she was sound asleep.


    Marcy woke up a few hours later.  At first, she didn't see Greenfield was 
sitting in the chair watching her.  But he spoke up.

    'Did you have a nice nap?' he asked.
    She nodded her head.

    'You may speak, if you like.'

    'Yes.  After all that, I needed one.'

    'I can imagine.  Tell me, how did you like the little toy?'

    'It was incredible.  I couldn't believe how turned on I was.  I couldn't 
rest for one minute before I would start getting excited again.'

    'Good.  I'm glad you liked it.'

    'But' she said softly, 'it's not as good as the real thing.'  She sat up 
and put her heels back on.  She then laid back down in a most suggestive 
position.  She wanted him, but didn't want to ask for it.

    He took the hint and came over to the bed.  Marcy began to undress him.  
Button by button, until his shirt was off.  He played with her legs, slowly 
stocking them from her hips to her ankles.  When all he was warning was his 
leather jeans, she pushed him down onto the bed and sat onto of his legs.  She 
undid the button, and pulled down the fly to reveal his monster prick.

    She pulled his pants off and laid down between his legs.  She laid gentle 
kisses up and down his hard shaft.  Her tongue lightly ran the length of it and 
teased the tip.  Bit by bit, she took more of him in until at last her lips 
were surrounding his cock at the base.

    Greenfield breathing got faster as she moved her mouth faster and faster up 
and down his manhood.  He felt himself throbbing inside her.  Her tongue played 
with him as her lips pumped his rod.

    At last, he felt his orgasm about to flow.  Marcy knew it, and slowed 
down.  Now it was her turn to be the tease.  Each time he got close, she would 
slow down and wait until it receded, then speed up again.

    She kept it up for twenty minutes before she let him finally release.  When 
he did, he seemed to pump gallons down her throat.  But she swallowed every 
drop until he softened.  Proud of herself, she laid beside the master and 
listed to his heart beet.  For several minutes, they didn't speak.

    Without a word, he rolled the girl over onto her back, spread her legs, and 
moved his mouth down to her lower lips.  He began that great head action he had 
done so well before.  Within minutes, Marcy's clit was stimulated, and her 
insides were drenched.

    She rolled her ass into the mattress as she felt herself getting closer and 
closer to her own orgasm.  She moaned and groaned as his tongue explored her 
insides and he kissed her clit.  She felt it about to hit and wonder if he was 
going to tease her also.

    But he didn't.  Her body tensed, and she exploded in a wave of pleasure.  
Every nerve in her body jumped.  Then it was over, and she was limp on the 
bed.  Greenfield slowly and gently kissed her virgina for another minute.
    He then rolled her over and told her to get on her hands and knees.  With 
her ass sticking up in the air, he rammed himself into her and began to ravish 
her with long, fast, hard stocks.  Marcy squealed with delight, and groaned 
with almost every strock.

    Within minutes, the both felt their orgasm building.  Greenfield rammed 
even harder, bottoming out inside her.  Marcy dropped her chest to the 
mattress, but kept up on her knees.  The groaned together as the rush of 
pleasure hit them together and the both released their orgasms.

    When they were through, the fell down on the bed, pulled up the top sheet, 
and laid together hugging one another.  They didn't speak a word, relishing the 
moment.

    'Do you feel like getting a little something to eat.' he asked after a 
while.

    'In a minute.  I don't want to more just yet.'

    After a few more minutes of cuddling together, Marcy went to the dressing 
room to put on some cloths.  She found a pair of blue jeans and a bulky 
sweater.  She rejoined him in the playpen.  He was waring a pair of jeans and a 
polo shirt.  Together, the went to the kitchen and whipped up lunch.

    They made themselves sandwiches and soup.  The conversation was light and 
fun.  They joked together, and he even paddled her behind with an egg turner.  
The meal was of the same spirit.

    When they finished, they cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher

    'Where's Wayne?' she asked.

    'I gave him the day off.  I thought you might want to be alone today.'

    When they were through, they went over to the den.  This is where 
Greenfield spent most of his time.  I was panelled in a dark oak finished, 
furnished with a leather couch and chairs, a heavy wooden table and chair set, 
and the best entertainment center she ever seen.

    He turned on the receiver to a adult contemporary station.  The acustics 
were perfect.  Each note and word could be heard in perfect harmony.

    They sat on the couch, and talked for a while.  He asked her questions 
about her past, her family, her schooling.  It seemed to her that he wanted to 
know everything about her.  Even when she asked him a question, he would turn 
it around in a minute and be talking about her.

    After a couple of hours, he decided she wasn't telling him everything, and 
she needed a few minutes in restraints again to help her remember.  She was 
told to sit on one of the heavy wooden chairs.  He tied her wrists to the arms 
of the chair, and her upper arms to the back.  Her ankles were tied tightly 
together and attached to the crossbar.  Her knees were also tied together.  A 
final long rope was tied around her chest and waist and to the chair.  When he 
was finished, he pulled up a chair in front of her and watched her struggle.
    'Why do you struggle so much when you are tied?' he asked.  'Is it you 
don't like it and really want to get free, of is it something else.

    'No' she said. 'I do like it, very much.  It's simply more fun to 
struggle.  The more I fight it, the more I know I can't get free.  I makes me 
feel more helpless and how I'm under the control of someone.  And it carries 
the excitement out more.'

    He liked the answer she gave.  It was what he wanted to hear.

    'Are you going to gag me?' she asked.

    'How can I question you if you cannot speak.' he respond.

    He asked her how she got into bondage, and what her past lovers did for 
her.  She told him about the first time, how Kelly showed her, and the first 
time it happened.  She told him about a few other times too.  She felt so at 
ease with him, she could tell him everything.

    'And what about Mark?' he asked.

    Marcy stopped her struggling and sat there spellbound with her mouth open.  
She didn't think he knew about that.

    'Yes' he spoke 'I know about your little trips to the stables.  I over 
heard him tell one of the other boys.  He did pay you a great compliment in a 
left-handed way.

    'What did he say'  she spoke at last.

    'In a much cruder way, he said you were very good in the hay.  Actually, I 
envy him.'

    'Why?'

    'Perhaps I shouldn't say, at least not now.  But what about Mark'

    Marcy could tell he didn't want to talk about it right now.  So she thought 
she might ask him a few questions.

    'Oh, nothing really.  He's OK, but kind of a jerk.  He was just there when 
I needed..., what I mean is...'

    'I understand.  You don't need to say anymore.' he said as he untied her 
from the chair.

    'But that's enough about me.  Tell me somethings about you.'

    'Like what?'  he asked as he led her over to the couch.

    'Tell me about you first time.  How did you get so involved in bondage?'

    He looked at the floor.
    'That's a long, rather complicated story.  If you really want to know, I'll 
tell you, but it might make you think of me in another light.'

    'If you don't feel comfortable about it, then please don't.  I don't want 
to upset you.'

    He thought for a moment, and then looked deep into her eyes.  He smiled.

    'Perhaps it would be good to talk of it.  I never told anyone about it 
before, and since you told me all, I would be a hypocrite if I don't tell you 
what you want to know.  But yo must agree to keep it between us alone.'

    Marcy nodded her head.  Ron sat back and told his story.

    'First off, I'm the only natural child my parents ever had.  Before I was 
born, My parents thought they couldn't have children.  Since they wanted kids, 
they decided to adopt a child.  But as fate would have it, the very day they 
signed the papers for my sister, my mother learned she was pregnant with me.  
As a result, my sister, Sandy, is less then a year older than myself.  They 
decided they could love two children as much as one, and that they did.  They 
never cared for one more than the other.  My sister and I became very close, 
and even to this day, we are.

    'Until the time I was twelve, our mother stayed home with us.  But then our 
mother decided she wanted to go back to work.  We had no problems with it, and 
when we started back for the fall semester, she got herself a job in a 
marketing firm, and went to work.  It was strange to come home to an empty 
house, but we soon adjusted to it, and carried on.  My sister and I became 
rather good cooks because of it.

    'But when the summer vacation came on, that's when things were different.  
If it was raining outside, we couldn't go out.  Before we would go to the 
museum, or the library.  But now Sandy and I would watch television, or play 
together.

    'By now, I was thirteen, and she fourteen.  At that age, you get pretty 
cocky.  I guess that had a lot to do with it.  We were watching a movie where 
the heroin was tied to a tree and gagged, setting the trap bait for the hero to 
walk into.  My sister made a remark that the girl could get free, if she really 
wanted to.  One thing led to another, until I made the comment betting her she 
couldn't get away either.

    'Oh yeah, I bet I could' she said.  I, of course, replied she couldn't.  So 
I told her to put up or shut up.  She agreed to the challenge, and went to the 
basement.  I got a piece of rope, and tied her wrist around the support post.

    'She got free in a matter of moments, and proceeded to tell me so.  I said 
she got lucky, and couldn't do it again.  Again she accepted, and I retied 
her.  This time, I did a much better job, and she couldn't get free.

    This time, she said I got luck, and we were even.  So we made a contest.  I 
would tie her five more times.  If she could get out of three, she won and I 
would make her lunch for the rest of the week.  But if she didn't, she would do 
the same for me.  It turned out, she only got out of one.
    'Well that night, I had trouble sleeping.  I kept thing about what we did, 
and how I could improve upon my talents.  I thought of new way of tying her, 
some of which were impossible to do.  But the one thing I knew I needed was a 
lot more rope to work with, cut into shorter lenghts.

    'The next morning, I got on my bike, and rode down to the hardware store.  
I bought two hundred and fifty feet of soft, white rope.  I remembered the 
marks the other kind made on her wrists, and I wanted to spare her from that.  
I remember standing in line, thinking everyone knew why I was buying this 
stuff.

    'When I got home, my sister wasn't there, so it was easy to get the 
materials into the house and prepared.  I cut the rope into six and ten foot 
lengths, and two lengths of twenty five feet each.  I even remembered to burn 
the ends to keep them from fraying.

    'Sandy came home around one o'clock.  I asked her if she wanted to get even 
and bet double or nothing.  She agreed.  Thinking about it, I really believe 
that, even at that early of an age, she was getting into it, and liking it.

    'We went to the basement, and I pulled out all of my ropes.  She almost 
popped her eyes out when she saw it.  At first she said no way, but I said a 
bet was a bet, and she went along with it.  This time, it was a best of seven 
contest.  Again she lost, and was stuck in each one.  I even took her upstairs, 
and tied her to the coffee table and a kitchen chair.

    'Well, from then on, we play bondage a lot.  Most of the time, she was the 
bound victim, and me the rope worker.  Once in a while, she would tie me.  But 
she wasn't very good at it, and I usually got free in the matter of minutes.  
But since she liked to be bound and foot, and I liked to do the tying, that's 
how we played most.  We would played little surprise attacks on one another.  I 
would catch her sitting in a chair or something, and tied her up tight.  Sex 
had nothing to do with it.  We played because we both enjoyed it.

    'I even remember the first time I used a gag on her.  I had caught her 
laying on the floor, watching TV.  I tied her wrists behind her back, tied her 
ankles and knees together, and wound length of rope up and down her body.   But 
she was crabby that day, and complained the whole time.  I told her the longer 
she grumbled, the longer she would be bound.  That didn't stop her.  At last, I 
warned her that if she didn't stop complaining, I would gag her.  It seemed she 
didn't take me serious, so I got one of her bandanas, shoved it into her mouth, 
and tied the ends behind her head.  She tied to shake it out of her mouth, and 
work it free.  But she had no luck what so ever.

    After about an hour, I finally released her.  I expected her to be mad, but 
she wasn't, surprising.  She said she liked it.  The gag removed the last bit 
of freedom she had, making it more exciting and fun.  She remarked that she 
didn't think I would have done it, and that she would believe me from now on.  
From then on, we seemed to use gags more and more until it was use constantly.

    When school started again, we continued to play when we were bored.  We 
knew our parents wouldn't approve of it, so we hid it from them.  To this very 
day, it's still our little secret.  We tried new things, and I even invented a 
few gadgets of wood and leather.'
    Marcy had been listening very intently.  She really didn't see what was so 
bad about the whole thing.

    'Of what you told me' Marcy said, 'I don't see anything wrong.  It's just a 
couple of kids playing a different kind of game.'

    'Well, now we come to the, well I guess you might call it, the darkest 
part.  We continued to play for several years.  In the summer vacation, when I 
was fifteen, and she was sixteen, thing took a strange turn.'

    'Sandy was outside one morning, suntanning waring just a string bikini.  I 
decided she needed a good roping.  So I went up to her room, and called out the 
window that she had a phone call.  I knew she would take it in her room, so I 
hid behind the bedroom door.'

    She came in and picked up the phone laying on the bed.  When she found no 
one there, she hung it up, and I jump.  I wrestled her onto the bed, and tied 
her wrists to the headboard.  Her bed was a four poster kind, and lent itself 
perfectly to bondage.  We had used it several times before.  With her hands 
secured, I shoved a hanky into her mouth and covered it with a scarf.  I then 
tied her ankles to the other posts, with her legs spread apart.

    'With her full tied down, I sat in a chair and watched her.  For several 
minutes, she struggled to get free, and grunted and groaned in her struggle.  
But after a few moments, her fight seemed to change.  Her breathing was faster, 
and her grunts turned to moans.  I watched her body move around, finding myself 
strangely unable to look away.

    'It was then I realized the erection in my pants.  A first I didn't know 
why I had one.  But I looked over at my sister.  For the first time I noticed 
her full breasts, her sharply legs, and her fleshy buttocks.  I realized that 
she was no longer just my sister, but she had become a woman.

    'I moved over to the bed.  I thought that I better release her, but instead 
I moved in for a closer look at her.  She looked up at me, still twisting and 
squirming her body.  She made soft groans and would close her eyes.  I didn't 
know it then, but what she was doing was tell me she was horny and excited.  I 
still was a virgin, but I could tell she was aroused.

    'The next thing I know, my hands are lightly caressing her body.  She 
closed her eyes, and let my touch roll over her.  I looked at her breasts, and 
just had to hold them.  I gently rolled my hands over them, and she moaned very 
deeply.  I wanted to see them, so I untied the string bikini covering them, and 
pulled her top off.  Her nipples were hard, and they were so soft to hold and 
play with.

    'She didn't once resist me.  She laid on the bed, with her arms and legs 
tied, her mouth gagged, and enjoying everything I was doing to her.  For 
several minutes, I played with her chest, and she loved it.

    'Finally I wanted to see under her panties.  At that point, I really didn't 
care what she wanted or not.  It was what I wanted now.  She couldn't resist, 
and I took advantage of it.  I untied the strings and pulled her panties off.  
That was the first time I ever saw the flesh of a woman.
    'My fingers just naturally played with her.  I remembered how hot she was, 
and thought there might be something wrong.  Her juices were flowing by now, 
and she seemed to be twisting and moaning more and more.  I was rubbing her 
clit, and sucking on one of her nipples.  For some reason, I couldn't stop.

    'It was then her whole body tightened, and she groaned loudly into her gag, 
then her whole body shock violently.  I thought I did something wrong, and 
stopped.  After a minute, she was just laying there, breathing deeply, making 
soft little sighs.  I pulled the gag from her mouth to see if she was alright.

    'But instead of her yelling at me, or being upset, she smiled, and sighed.  
"That was wonderful" she said.  I looked at her not knowing what I had done.  
She must have realized it, because she giggled and asked me if I had ever seem 
a girl come before.

    'I quickly untied her from the bed.  I expected her to put on her cloths, 
or tell me to get out.   I fact, I was about to leave, when she told me it was 
alright, and we should talk about it.  I was nervous, feeling like I had done 
something wrong.  But at the same time, I felt like I had really made her 
happy.  He words were soothing and she confessed the fact that she had enjoyed 
it, and she was pleased.

    'She began to tell me a lot of things.  She wasn't a slut, but she was no a 
virgin either.  And she told me all the things a man and a woman could do for 
one another.  I felt myself getting excited, and my erection getting bigger.  
She then ran her fingers over my crouch, and told me she would like to show me 
what she was talking about.

    'She told be that it was OK, and to take my cloths off.  I took of my 
shoes, and shirt, but stopped when it came to take off my pants.  She came over 
to me, again said it was alright to be nervous, and kissed me deeply on the 
lips.  It was my first real kiss, and my head was spinning.  Before I knew it, 
my pants and underwear were at my ankles, my arms around her, and she had my 
erection in her hands, gently stocking it, making it even bigger.

    'She led be to the bed, and removed the cloths from my ankles.  My emotions 
took over from there, and I suppressed any thoughts of wrong doing from my 
head.  We laid in each others arms, kissing and feeling one another.  I almost 
flipped when she began to kiss my chest, and then suck on my cock.  But it all 
felt so wonderful, and she was so gentle with me.  Within a few minutes, I felt 
my orgasm build, and shot off.  Sandy took every drop down her throat.

    'I laid there, exhausted for a few minutes.  Sandy got up and went to the 
bathroom, then came back and laid down next to me.  Before I knew it, we were 
necking again, and I was hard once more.  She was surprised how fast I was able 
to get it up again.  A little while later, she showed me the experience of 
going inside her.  I remember moving my hips with hers, and the wild feelings 
of pleasure I had.  Sandy was also enjoying it, moving with me, and came before 
I did.  I shot my second load deep inside her.  Even when I went soft, I didn't 
pull out.  All I wanted to do was lay there naked with her.

    'After a while, we got dressed and made lunch.  We talked quite a bit.  She 
was so gentle, and I felt so guilty.  I was worried that we would get caught, 
or she would get pregnant.  But she reassured me no one would know, that she 
would tell a soul, and she was on the pill.  She confessed how much she enjoyed 
teaching me, and how much she enjoyed what we did.  I told her the same.

    'After lunch, she cleaned herself up, and we went back up to her room.  
There, we stripped naked, and for the rest of the afternoon, she showed me all 
the wonderful things a woman and a man can do together.  Never before had I 
felt so much love between two people.  She showed me how to please a woman, and 
how a woman could please a man.

    'Over the next two years, we spent a lot of time in our bedroom.  It wasn't 
really a perverted thing.  We explored one another, played with one another, 
tried new thing together.  Bondage was a big part of it.  Sometimes, I would 
tie her for hours, teasing her into huge orgasms.  Other times, she would be on 
her knees, with her wrists tied behind her back, and my erection sliding into 
her mouth.  For some reason, it felt so natural that we would learn about sex 
from one another.

    'Our parents never found out.  I don't think they even suspected a thing.  
We never took many chances.  Once in a while, we would sneek into one another 
room, and lay together for a while.  But even when we did go all the way, I 
felt it was alright.

    'As we grew up, we did things less and less, until we stopped completely.  
We didn't say we should stop, we just did.  To this day, I don't have any 
guilty feelings, and Sandy has told me she doesn't.  To be honest with you, I 
don't think I ever will have any quilt.  I seems to me that it was the best way 
I could have had to learn about relationships.

    'Well, that's my story.  Please tell me what you are thinking.'

    Marcy didn't say a word for a moment.  She sat there thing about his 
story.  At last she spoke.

    'Where is she now?'

    'Out in Texas.  She's married to a great guy name Robert.  They met in 
collage, and were married after they graduated.  They have two kids, and seem 
to be very happy together.'

    'Do you see them much?'

    'A few times a year.  I'll fly down and spoil her kids rotten.  I've 
brought them up here twice.  The kids have even spent a couple of months with 
me during the summers.'

    'Do you still, well...'

    'I know what you mean.  No, we don't.  We both have no desire to.  We talk 
about what we had done before when we are alone, but never have we thought 
about doing in again.  I guess the two of them get into little games of there 
own.  She's happy in her marriage, and I'm happy for her.'
    Marcy was silent for a moment.  Ronald thought that she thought less of him 
now.  He thought maybe he should have not told the story, or at least, changed 
it around a little.  But a last, she spoke again.

    'What a wonderful story.' she said.  'What love she must of had for you.  
To show you all those things, so you know what to do later in life.'

    'You didn't find it a little strange?'

    'No.  No, not really.  You weren't really blood relations.  I guess it 
would be more difficult to understand if you were, but it seems to me that you 
two showed more love and emotions to one another than most siblings do.  You 
just were more physical about it, and more open.'

    'Do you really see it like that?'  he asked.

    'Yes, I do.  I'm sure that in most cases, a brother would think about doing 
it with his attractive sister, and vice versa.  It probable happens more often 
that we think it does.  But in your case, I see nothing deeply wrong with it.'

    'I'm glad you think that way.' he said with a smile.

    'I really do think that way.' she responded.

    He wrapped his arms around her, and the cuddled there for several minutes.  
There lips met one another several times.

    'Have you ever made love on a leather couch before?' he asked.

    'No.  But there's a first time for everything

    He pushed her down onto the couch and laid on top of her.  The passionately 
kissed as the pressed the hips together.  He pulled of her sweater and jeans. 
He continued to undress her until she was naked.  He also pulled of his cloths 
and laid on top of her again.

    By now, Marcy was very hot and Greenfield was very hard.  They rolled their 
naked bodies around on the soft leather.  It was very erotic for Marcy.  The 
sounds and sensations the leather made to her skin made her even more excited.

    He kissed her neck, licked her thighs, sucked on her nipples, and played 
with her clit.  She kissed his chest, caressed his ass, and stroked his cock.  
They played with one another, both moaning and groaning as the sensations 
flooded their bodies.

    At last, when neither could take much more, her pushed his erection into 
her.  She wrapped her legs around his, and began to rock back and forth as he 
slid in and out of her.  She came quickly, and was fast building up to 
another.  Greenfield held back as long as he could, wanting her to come again.

    At last, he could hold back, and shot another massive load into her.  That 
was enough to send Marcy over the edge for the second time.  Again they had 
come together, and each time, it felt better than the prior.
    They laid on the couch, slowly kissing with his softening cock still inside 
her.  In a few minutes, he was hard again, and willing to go once more.  But 
she stopped him before he could get to far.

    'Could we, maybe, play out a fantasy of mine?' she asked him.

    'If you like.  What is it?'

    'Let me surprise you.  I need to get into the dressing room, and to the 
servants changing room.'

    'Very well.' he said and pulled on his cloths.  'Here are the keys that 
will need.  And where are we to meet?'

    'I'll meet you in the Billiards room in one hour.  Bring lots of rope, some 
leather restraints, and a black ball gag.'

    'Very well.  Just remember, young lady.  It's still the weekend.  You are 
still a prisoner of the law.  And you haven't made parole yet.'

    'Yes, your honer.'  she said with a smile and went on her way.

    She went to the servants changing room and collected up what she needed.  
She then made a stop in the kitchen to pick up one more item.  She then 
proceeded to the dressing room to change into her outfit.  She had to hurry.  
She didn't want to keep her master waiting long.

    Greenfield put down the book her was reading.  He really didn't get much 
read.  He kept thinking of what Marcy was up to.  What did she need from the 
servants chambers, and what was her fantasy.  The hour was finally up, and he 
would soon find out.

    He went to the playpen and collected the items listed before and placed 
them in the tan bag.  He then went to the billiards room.  The lights were on 
over the table, and the balls were racked.  Marcy was no where to be found, but 
he did find a note on the center of the table addressed to him.  He opened it 
and read it.  It was from Marcy.

    "This is what I was thing of when you met me here on Friday night.  I will 
be the little wench who has been teasing you for weeks.  You are the master who 
has had enough of it.  Seeing you opportunity, you seize me and proceed to 
teach me a hard lesion.  Tie me tight using the items in this room so I can't 
get free.  Gag me so the other help can hear me.  Do things to my body while I 
can't resist.  Do whatever you want to show me what happens to bad girls when 
the tease.  Make me an obedient servant.  I'm yours you use."

    Greenfield was impressed.  Now he knew that this girl would do anything for 
him, and would enjoy doing it.  He finally met a girl that could steal his 
heart away.  At last, maybe he could be happy with someone.

    He folded up the note, put into his pocket, and placed his bag in a 
cupboard.  He then picked up a cue, and broke the rack.  Greenfield was a good 
pool player, and could make some tough shots.  He completed one game, reracked, 
and started a second when Marcy finally entered.
    She was waring her cocktail waitress uniform.  The outfit was made of black 
satin with white lace trim.  The skirt was short, and the neckline was low, 
pushing her breasts up and almost out of the outfit.  The skirt barely covered 
the tops of her black seemed stockings, and she walked on the black five inch 
spiked heels.  She wore the little lace bonnet on her head, white lace 
fingerless gloves, and carried a pink feather duster.

    She made a little sound of surprise when she entered the room, and talked 
in an almost little girls voice.

    'Oooh.  I'm sorry, Mr. Greenfield.  I did not know you were here.'

    'That's all right.  Continue with your work.' he responded.

    'Yes sir' she said. 'I'll just need to dust a little bit.  I won't long.'  
She walked around the room, brushing the tables and lamps with the feather 
duster.  When something was low, she would bend at the waist and give him a 
view of her ass.  She wasn't waring panties, and the black garter straps 
crossed her behind at just the right places.

    He made another shot and looked at her.  'Where's the other help?'

    'Oh.  They're on the other side on the house.  I don't think they'll 
disturb you sir.'

    'I'm glad to hear that.' he said as he put the cue down, walked over to the 
door and locked it.

    'What are you doing that for, sir?'

    'Because' he said in a firm tone.  'It's time for you to learn a lesion 
about teasing men, namily me.'

    'Oooh.  What do you mean, sir?' she said in a little voice as he got out 
his little bag a gadgets.

    'I mean that you have been parading around here, showing off that little 
body of yours, giving every man in the house a hard on.  It's time for you to 
learn the real meaning of the word servant.'  He pulled out a pair of leather 
wrist cuffs.

    'What are you going to do with that, sir?'

    'This is a very interesting little device.'  he said. 'It's going to keep 
you from resisting anything I want to do you you.'  He grabbed her wrists and 
pulled them behind her back.  Marcy gave a half hearted struggle, but soon her 
wrists were strapped into the cuffs.  Next, he pulled out a black ball gag with 
leather straps.

    'What's that, sir?' she cooed.

    'Something to keep you from asking to many questions.'  He shoved the ball 
into her mouth and buckled the straps behind her head.
    Her ankles her encircled with leather cuffs that had a short chain between 
them.  She could walk if she took very short steps.  As she struggled, he then 
pulled out one more thing, a leather collar.

    Marcy looked at it and tried to step back.  But she couldn't move fast 
enough.  He got a hold of her, and placed the collar around her neck, buckling 
it under her chin.  The attached leather strap was looped around her wrist 
cuffs, and buckled.  Thus, her wrists were pulled up to the middle of her back.

    The collar was tight, but not enough to cut of her breathing.  It was a 
strange feeling for her.  The collar was a symbol of his domination over her.  
She felt completely under his control.

    Lastly, he took a thin, smooth, silver chain, snapped it to the collar 
ring, ran it down between her legs, up the back, pulled it tight, and attached 
the other end to the wrist cuffs.

    He released her and sat down in the chair in front of her.  Her fingers 
fluttered, trying to reach a buckle, but had no luck.  She tried to free her 
wrists from the straps hold them pinned to her back, but failed.  She grunted 
into her gag, making a plead to him to release her.  But the master just sat, 
watching her useless struggles, with a smile on his face and a bulge in his 
pants.

    She understood why the chain was between her legs.  Every time she moved 
her wrists, the chain would move across her clit, teasing her and making her 
hot.  The more she struggled, the more excited she got.

    For several minutes she stood struggling.  He spoke to her, asking her if 
the strap were tight enough, or should he tighten them a little more.  He asked 
her if she felt tied down in the job.  With each question, she struggled a 
little more.

    He then pulled her over to him, and made her lay over his knees, with her 
ass sticking up to him.

    'This is for being a little tease.' he said as he lifted up her skirt and 
started to spank her behind.

    Marcy didn't expect him to do this.  Though he didn't hit her to hard, it 
still stung a little, and the slapping sounded worse that it hurt.  He did more 
grouping that spanking, rubbing his hand over her ass, then slapping it.  This 
he kept up for several minutes before stopping and placing her back on her feet 
again.

    She stood fer a few minutes before dropping to her knees.  She tried again 
to free herself, but again failed.  She the laid on the floor, using a new 
idea.  She rolled around, and put on a show for the master.  The chain still 
caressed her clit, driving her wild.  Her grunts became moans.  If she kept it 
up, she just might come.

    He came over to her and knelt next to her.  His hand ran up and down her 
legs, over her chest, and under skirt.
    'If you do everything you are told, I might help you get off.  If not, 
you're going to be squirming around for quite some time.  Are you going to 
cooperate?.'

    She nodded her head and grunted yes into her gag.  He placed her on her 
knees, and ran another chain from her collar to her ankles, placing her into a 
vertical hog-tie.  She had a good idea of what was ensuing next.

    He stood in front of her, with his hands on his waist.  'You know what's 
coming, don't you?.'  Marcy nodded her head, and nuzzled her nose in his 
crotch.

    'You better do it right, or else I'll make you hornier than you've ever 
been before, and then leave to to squirm for hours.'  Even the way he was 
talking made her more excited.  She was really getting into the fantasy, and so 
he seem to be also.

    He opened his pants, and pulled out his hard-on.  It seemed to be pulsating 
as her stroked even bigger.  Marcy rubber her gagged mouth over it, trying to 
get it in her.  Greenfield pulled the gag out, and replaced it with his rod.

    Marcy started to pump it like crazy.   She expected him to pull it out, 
like he did before.  But instead, he placed his hand on the sides of her head, 
and let her go.  He groaned as she slid her lips up and down him.

    'You do this well' he maoned to her.  Marcy was even groaning now.  The 
chain was rubbing her clit closer and closer to an orgasm.  She pumped faster 
and faster, trying to make him come, and hoping the same for herself.

    But it wouldn't happen for her this time.  Greenfield felt his load boil 
up, ready to explode.

    'Swallow every drop.' he told her.  Within a few seconds, he shot his load 
into her mouth.  Marcy took him in deep, and swallowed like crazy.  She took 
every drop he released.  It tasted so good to her.

    When at last he stopped, he pulled up his pants, and replaced the gag in 
her mouth.  He sat down in the chair and watch the girl struggle in her chains 
again.

    'You do that well, my dear.' he said.  'I could let you do that all night.  
Maybe I should make you wait until I can do that again.'

    Marcy thought he just might.  He seemed to like it when she gave him head.  
She also thought he might make her squirm some more.

    'But I have other plans for you.'  he said.  I can always come back to it 
later, if I want.'  He came over and unhooked the chain from her ankles.  He 
picked her up and carried her over to the pool table.  There he deposited her 
on the green velvet.

    'My my, what an interesting game of pool would this make.'  he said as his 
hand ran over her legs.  She squrimed under his touch.  She was so close to 
coming.  She needed that little itch taken care of.
    He picked up his bag, grabbed two cues, and came back to her.  He unhooked 
the chain from her wrists and collar, and rolled her onto her stomach.  Again 
he caressed her ass and legs.  He told her how much he liked her body, and he 
planned on getting to know more of it.  Shivers of pleasure ran up her spine.

    He then took off her ankle cuffs, and pulled the gag out of her mouth.

    'I'm going to take off you wrist restraints.  Don't try anything.'

    He released her wrists and told her to sit up on the table.  Once she was 
seated, she rubbed her wrists and ankles.  The cuff had left them red.

    'Now, you will do exactly as I say.'

    'Ooohh, yes sir.' she nodded her head.

    'Take off you dress.' he ordered.

    'Ooh' she said in her little voice.  But I'm not waring any undies.'

    'I know.' he said.  'That's why it's called being naked.'

    She pulled down the zipper, and lifted the dress over her head.  Her 
nipples stood up hard.  She was only left waring were her garter belt, 
stockings, heels, and the collar.  He then ordered her to lay down on the top 
of the table, face up.

    He pulled her arms above her head and spread them apart.  Using lenghts of 
rope, he tied her wrists to a pool cue.  Another length of rope ran from the 
middle of the cue to the legs of the table.  He then drew her taut, and spread 
her legs apart.  More rope bound her ankles to another cue, rapping around her 
heels.  And still another secured the cue to the other legs of the table.  She 
was now tied spread-eagle on top of the table.

    Thereupon, he shoved a cloth into her mouth, and covered it with a black 
silk scarf, tying the ends behind her head.  He stepped back and watch his 
captive struggle.

    'Yes' he said, ' a very interesting game of pool this makes.'

    She tried to free herself from her ropes.  Her fingers tried to reach the 
knots, but her out of her reach.  Even if she could reach, they were too tight 
for her to loosed.  She writhed on top of the table, with the sole light 
shining down on her, moaning softly into her gag.  The master laughed.

    Since he stood outside the light, she couldn't see him for a few moments.  
But she knew he was there, watching her wiggle on the table, the full focus of 
his interest.  She felt his eyes upon her, taking in her shackled body.  The 
anticipation was driving her wild.  What would he do.  When would he do it.  
What sensations would she feel.

    She felt his fingers lightly touch her ankles.  Shivers ran up her spine 
again.  His fingers slowly moved up her silk covered legs, lightly rubbing and 
stroking them.  Marcy softly moaned into her gag.
    His fingers lightly ran up the inside of her thighs.  Her body shivered 
with excitement.  His finger lightly ran up the sides oh her body, over her 
chest and neck.  He had a wonderful touch.  Each time he touched her, chills of 
pleasure would surge through her body.

    His fingers found her breasts.  At first, he lightly ran his fingers over 
her hard nipples.  Then, he started to caress them, then lightly roll them 
between fingers.  His hand squeezed and groped them.  Marcy was getting so 
hot.  At last, his lips kissed and sucked on them.  She was in heaven.

    As he sucked on her hard nipples, his fingers made their way down to her 
crotch.  He played with her clit, making her even more excited.  He pushed two 
fingers into her and slowly fucked her with them.  Marcy felt her orgasm build 
up to a tremendous level.

    Greenfield must have been a mind reader.  Just as she was about to come, he 
removed his fingers, and just lightly played with her.  Marcy moaned deeply.  
She was hanging on the edge, and that's where he kept her for several minutes.

    Marcy thrashed around as far as her restraints would allow.  She moaned and 
groaned, hopping her muffled pleads would tell him how excited she was, and how 
much she wanted to come.

    He then stopped playing with her altogether.  She silently pleaded with him 
not to.  But instead, he moved his lips down to her clit, and lightly kissed 
it.  The feel of his hot breath on her drove her crazy.  He continued to kiss 
and tongue her, keeping her on the edge of her orgasm.  She indeed was learning 
a lesion on teasing.

    After what seemed to be an eternity, His fingers rolled her nipples, and 
his tongue plunged into her.  At last, she felt herself build up to the point 
of no stopping.  Her climax hit her like a tidle wave.  She tightened and shook 
her body, and really screamed a moan into her gag.  It was the longest orgasms 
she ever have.  She just kept coming and coming, as he lapped her juices up.

    Finally, it was over.  She laid on the table exhausted and satisfied.  She 
was breathing hard and deep.  Her whole body tingled with pleasure.  By far, 
this had been the best of this weekend.

    Greenfield untied her legs from the cue.  He untied her wrist from the 
other cue and let her lay there for some time.  But he didn't remove the gag.  
Marcy just laid there, relishing the feelings that flowed through her body.

    After a few minutes, he came over and rolled the girl over.  Her wrists 
were pulled behind her back and tied together with rope.  More rope tightly 
tied Her ankles together.  He then picked her up and carried her over to the 
couch.  There, he laid her down again, and began to lightly run his fingers 
over her shoulders, her back, and her behind.

    Again, her body tingled where he touched her.  She felt a new wave of 
excitement run through her.  Her nipples were getting hard, and her cunt was 
getting hot once more.
    He rolled her over, and continued to play with her.  Each minute, she grew 
more and more excited.

    At last, he stripped of his cloths, untied her ankles, pick her up, seated 
himself on the couch, and placed her on his lap facing him, with her legs 
straddling him.  She felt his hardon pressing against her clit.  She squirmed 
on top of him, wanting it inside her.  His hands played with her chest as 
moaned deeply into the gag.  If her hand were free, she would have pushed him 
down and screwed him like mad.

    Just when she couldn't take anymore, he lifted her up, and slid his cock 
into her.  She immediately started to hump him like crazy, riding him like a 
horse.  She pushed down hard, trying to get him in deeper and deeper.  She 
moaned loudly and longily

    His hand roamed over her body, going from her chest to her ass.  Marcy mind 
was a whirl as he moved his hips to match hers.  They both felt themselves 
getting closer and closer to their own climaxes.

    Marcy came first, screaming a load groan into her gag.  Greenfield was now 
humping like mad, and moaning himself.  Within a few seconds, he grabbed her 
ass, held her down on his rod, and shot his load deep into her.  Marcy head 
fell back as she felt his load hit inside her.

    She was exhausted.  She sat on his lap, making soft moans through her gag.  
Greenfield lifted her off himself and laid her on the cough.  He slipped on his 
cloths, and knelt beside the girl and tied her ankles together.

    'That's your lesion on teasing for today.' he whispered into her ear as he 
retied her ankles and knees.  'If you ever want another one, you know where to 
find one, and how to get it.'

    He stood up, walked over to the pool table, and racked the balls.  Marcy 
laid on the couch quietly and motionless.  She just relaxed, and allowed him to 
complete her fantasy.  He shot another game of pool before coming back over to 
her.

    'Was that what you wanted?' he asked as her removed her gag.

    'Oh, yes.' she cooded.  'It was, and more.  You played every part perfect.'

    'So did you.' he responded as he untied the ropes that held her body.  
'Might I add that this was somewhat a fantasy of my own.  I couldn't ask for a 
more attractive servant to play it out with.'

    She sat up and wrapped her arms around him.  For several minutes, the 
didn't move.  They just sat on the couch, holding one another.  At last, the 
broke apart and Marcy went to change into some regular clothing.

    The meet him in the den, where a small tray of cold meats and cheeses was 
waiting for them.  They ate the morsels, and drank the white wine.  The talked 
together, mostly about the past two days.  She admired all the ideas he had 
come up with, and explained why certain ones were better that the others.
    When they were finished, Greenfield look distant for several minutes.  
Marcy knew he was thinking over something.  She didn't interrupt him, for  she 
was wondering what was going to happen next.  Would he fire her over knowing to 
many of his secrets.  Would he expect her to do this when ever he wanted her.  
At last he spoke.

    'Marcy,' he said, 'You are planning on going back to school, aren't you?'

    'Yes, I am, when I can afford it.  It's so expensive.'

    'How much schooling do you have left?'

    'About another two years.  Why are you asking.?'

    'I think you should go back the next semester.  The sooner, the better, 
before you forget what they've already taught you.'

    'I would, but I can't afford it right now.  Maybe in a year or so.'

    'So you would go back in the fall, if you could.'

    'Yes.  Why all the questions?'

    'Because, I want to know what you want before I offer something.  I want to 
pay for your schooling, and whatever else you need to go back to school.'

    Marcy was surprised.  'It's a generous offer, but I, I couldn't let you.'

    'Why.  Because you think I'm trying to make you a kept woman.'

    I know it's not that, but it certainly would look like it, wouldn't it.'

    'It might.  But I see it a little different than that.'

    'Alright, I'll bite.  How do you see it?'

    'It's very simple.  One, I'm very attracted to you.  I wish to keep on 
seeing you, if you want me to.

    I do, and I want to continue to see you.

    I'm happy to hear that.  Second, I couldn't continue to see you if you are 
still employed by me.  I don't mean to sound pompous, or snobby, but think of 
how that would look from both sides of the issue.  From my point, I'm keeping 
you for a plaything.  From your point, you're looking for an easy ticket.  How 
both of our friends would talk.'

    'Yes, I see you point, so far.'

    'Good.  This is how we solve the problem.  You would no longer work for 
me.  That way, it ends a lot of talk, and saves a lot of embarisment for both 
of us.  You get to complete your education.  I'll give you the money for 
school, a place to stay and study, and a large bank account to support yourself 
on.  But more important, I'll be able to continue to see you.'
    'It's a most generous offer.  Where would I stay?'

    'Here, if you like.'

    'Oh, that wouldn't give plenty of fuel for gossip.'

    'Alright.  I'll get you your own place, either on campus, or a place near 
by.  Would that be better.'

    'It would.  But, Ronald, I don't know.'

    'But what, my dear.'

    'I would feel so guilty taking all that from you.  I would feel like a 
tramp, or a husler.'

    'Nonsense.  I offer it to you for selfish reasons.  I've never meet anyone 
like you.  I feel as though you've stolen my heart.  I know it's been such a 
short time we've been together.  I can't explain it, but I hope you believe me, 
and feel the same way I do.'

    'Oh Ronald, I do, I truly do.  But I'm just afraid I won't be able to live 
up to your standards.  I would probably fail you, one way or another.'

    'You give yourself to little credit.  It's I who would fail you, and not be 
able to live up to your standards.  Your someone special, and very dear to me.

    'But what happens if we don't make it together?'

    'I've already thought of that.  I'll set an account for you, in your name 
only.  I'll put enough in there to cover the rest of your schooling and plenty 
to live on for a few years.  That way, if we don't work out, you'll be safe and 
secure for a good while.  Does that help you feel better?'

    'It's not the money I'm worried about.  I just don't want to dissapoint 
you, or hurt you.  All I want right now is to make you happy, and go on making 
you happy.'

    'At this moment, I am very happy.  And I want to do the same for you.  This 
way, I can go on trying, and at the same time, make myself happy.  Does that 
make sense to you?'

    'Yes, it does.  But couldn't I just move out, and get another job or 
something.  That would solve a lot of problems.'

    'It might, but not completely.  This way, you are sure of making it.  A 
good education, a place to stay, and a guy like me to spoil you rotten.' he 
said with a laugh.

    Marcy laughed to. 'All right, you win.  If it's the only way to keep you 
around, I can live with it.  But I want to work the month through before we 
start.  And I will use my own money to help make the payments.  Is that fair?'

    'Fair enough' he said as he wrapped his arms around her.
    They held one another for some time before they spoke again.  The afternoon 
was now early evening.  Greenfield felt it was time to end the weekend, and 
allow his captive a night in her own bed.

    'Well' he said.  'A very interesting imprisonment you have had this 
weekend, young lady.  Do you feel like you've fulfilled your debt to society?'

    'An early parole, your honer?' she said.

    'Call it a work release program.  But I think you may need to serve one or 
two more nights in jail this week.'

    'Maybe for the weekend too, your honer.  I like it here.'

    'Very well, your free until so ordered back this week.  But report here 
this Friday night for you weekend confinement.'

    'Oh, thank you, your honer.  I'll be here.'

    'Case dismissed.  Come to my chambers, young lady.'

    'Can't I just give the judge a blowjob here in court.' she said as she 
stroked the hardon in his pants.

    'It would please the court.' he said as she opened his pants and slowly 
stroked his manhood.  Within a minute, she was kneeling in front of him, with 
his hard member in her mouth, sucking and licking him.  As he shot his load, 
Marcy was amazed on how many times he could come in a single day.

    After they were finished, he took her out to her car.  Marcy's uniform was 
in the front seat.  They kissed deeply, not wanting the day to end.  But at 
last, the broke apart, and she drove home.  That night, she slept in her own 
bed, wishing he was next to her.

    During the next week, Marcy continued to perform her duties.  She gave her 
notice of leaving at the end of the month.  Greenfield didn't act like anything 
had happened, which Marcy thanked him for.  Only when they were totally alone 
did they pass flirting glances and jesters at one another.  But for the most 
part, things went on as usual.

    On Wednesday, Greenfield came up to the Head Maid and told her to have 
Marcy clean the Billiard room after her other work was finished.  The last 
thing she did was clean the room.  Greenfield slipped in, and snuck her up to 
his private bedroom, where they made love for an hour.  By then, the other help 
had left, and they could slip into the playpen.  Marcy spent the part of the 
night there, stripped naked, and in ropes, chains and leather straps.  Again 
and again, she climaxed by the skillful hands of the master.

    Shortly past midnight, she was allowed to dress and leave for home.  It was 
hard to leave, but for now they had to play these sneaky games.  Rumors would 
run wild if they didn't.
    On Friday night, Marcy left for home early, but returned after the other 
help had left.  She spent the entire weekend there, which will fill another 
story in itself.

    The following weekend, he took the his prisoner up to a lake cottage for a 
weekend.  Again they had to sneak to do it, but that became part of the fun.  
They spent the time relaxing, boating, dancing, and of course, bondage.

    On Saturday night, he stripped her naked, laid her down in the warm sand, 
tied her wrists to a tree, spread her legs and tied them to a tree branch.  He 
filled her mouth with a cloth gag.  He licked on her clit under the moonlight 
for an hour, bring her to several orgasms.  He then rammed himself into her, 
exploding his hot cum deep inside her.  One Sunday, she spent an hour gagged 
and tied to the sailboats mast, only waring her swimsuit and high heels, as 
they sailed around the lake.

    At the end of the month, Marcy left the house.  For the next month, she 
spent her time getting ready for the fall semester.  On weekends, Greenfield 
picked her up and took her out dancing and to classy dinner parties.  On 
weeknights, the spent time at her place, watching television, and making love.

    The decided not to use the playpen until she was back in school, and could 
come over without the help getting into an uproar.  After the first night Marcy 
came to the house, one of the younger girls made a comment about the "tramp".  
Greenfield came down on her, and instructed her to make an apology to Marcy or 
be fired.  After that, not another word was spoken.

    Greenfield didn't push himself on her.  If she had the time, they would see 
each other.  When she needed to study, he stayed away.  He also encouraged her 
to spent plenty of time with her own friend, and got along with them when they 
would get together.  For the next two years, they became very close, but still 
with their own identities.

    After Marcy graduated, she got herself a good job at a small company.  
Greenfield had started a small company of his own, doing consulting work.  For 
then next year, the worked on their wedding plans.  After they were married, 
they spent a lot of time together, and took weekend trips up to the mountains, 
and out to the lake.

    The playpen was use almost every weekend, and even a few nights a week. 
They added some things, and made a few improvements over the months.  Marcy 
acquired a large assortment of attire for waring while playing.  From a leather 
jumpsuit, to a lace body sock, to crotchless panties and nippleless bra, to 
silk and satin teddies.  But they never lost interest in playing with ropes and 
chains, and Marcy still got her strongest orgasms when she was tightly tied and 
well gagged, a prisoner of the master of the house.
