Tracey "I should kidnap you." Her sharp intake of breath was all I needed to hear. "Where's your coat?" She pointed to the corridor. "One question. Limits?" "None but the old ones." "Good. Now, you will go and find your coat and then go to the end of the hall. Take off your bra and wait for me. Say any good-byes you need to and if anyone asks, say you are being kidnapped, taken away and being tied up for the next couple of days. You have two minutes to complete this complex task. Each additional minute will be punished by one hour. Go." "Yes, Master!" I love those words. I checked my watch and sat back to observe her progress. She stopped several times to say good bye. I saw one somewhat surprised expression and a few lustful ones. Tracey was a delectable morsel, especially since the surgery. She stood about five foot three inches in her stocking feet and I considered her painfully thin. She was a natural redhead with thick flowing tresses that reached just past her ass. Unusually, she had no freckles, but she shied away from the sun as her alabaster skin burned at the slightest exposure. We had been parted for about 12 years and in that time she had done something about the one aspect of her body that bothered her. Actually, there were two things. She constantly thought she was fat, which is not true, but she'd had an absolute idiot of a boyfriend who nicknamed her "fatty". Moron. The heaviest she had ever been was 110 lb. Now she weighed an even 100. And she had a nice new pair of tits, 'C's if I am a judge. She used to be 'AA' and on the small side of that, but had very nice sensitive nipples. She told me, as we sat cuddled on the couch in the common room that she had had them pierced and was hoping she would run into me to tell me about that, just to see my reaction. That was when I suggested kidnapping. Other details are relatively unimportant but I will fill you in regardless. As I said, we had been parted for about 12 years and she had found this moron to take my place. He was not the original replacement. No. She had chosen another jerk, Bruce, who decided she was trash and treated her as such. This other idiot, the moron who called this skinny creature fat was relatively well off. She stayed with him for about 8 years and had said she was happy. I knew she wasn't but kept out of it. I had put my suit of armour in mothballs. In a large trunk. I had buried that trunk in the backyard. On another continent. Anyway. She stayed with the moron. He complained about her tiny tits. In fact, he complained about everything about her, but her tits were just one thing that she caught him up on. "If you don't like my teeny boobies, buy me some big ones!" He did. And she left him about a year later. The surgeon seemed to have inserted some self-confidence with the saline. That was a year ago and the nipple rings were about the same age. Nicely healed she told me. Sensitive? She gave me a wide eyed expression. Her progress was not that quick. She got down the end of the coat aisle after four minutes. I followed her and grabbed my coat as I passed it. I used to be a boy scout and was always prepared. In my pocket was a hank of good white nylon rope about 15 feet long. Boy scout? Two hanks of rope!! I pulled one out as I approached her. She looked slightly nervous. And excited. I found the middle of the rope and doubled it. I told her to turn around. "Yes, Master." "Have you been trained?" "Yes, Master. I have had one master and two mistresses." "I shall have to hear some details about those last two. Are you going to make it easy? Or shall I have to force it out of you?" "Do whatever you want to me but I shall tell you nothing! Just don't throw me into the briar patch!" "Once I have you tied up, I won't be throwing you into anything but my bed... or dungeon!" As we spoke I was tying her elbows tightly together and cinching it in the middle. She had always been very flexible. I then lashed her hands together in the same fashion. That used up all of the first piece of rope. I fished the other length out of my coat, doubled it and began to wrap it around her waist. I tied it off in the front and let the remaining three feet dangle in front of her crotch. "Guess what this is for." She grinned, turned and moved her ankles 18 inches apart. I reached under and brought the rope between her legs and began to attach the loose ends to her wrist bindings. She turned around just as someone came looking for their coat. My back was to the intruder so Tracey was hidden from view. I took her in my arms and began to kiss her deeply. She responded passionately, thrusting her breasts into my belly and moaning into my mouth. She struggled slightly, getting a feel for her bonds. I had tied her well. She was well and truly bound. A few minutes after our visitor had left, I pulled away. I looked down at my prisoner. She looked back. "Naughty." I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes closed. I ran my free hand down the front of her, feeling the large breasts pressing against the fabric of her white blouse. Her nipples pushed against the material and the rings were clearly outlined. I pulled lightly at the rope that vanished into the crotch of her jeans. She gasped. "Master?" "Yes my slave." "I am sorry I am not wearing a skirt and stockings for you." "That's all right. We can rectify that at my place. Well, half of it anyway." She looked slightly puzzled for a moment and then realized I meant just the stockings, but without the skirt. I draped her coat over her shoulders. The coat was long and almost fell closed in front. The crotch rope showed only to those who were looking for it. We made it down the stairs and out the door without any encounters and we turned towards my car which was a couple of blocks away. "I would imagine you are finding the crotch-rope somewhat entertaining." "Yes, Master. I have suffered worse though." "Oh? Do tell." "Ben-wa balls and butt plug without any underwear." "Interesting." "Yes, Master. The butt plug was not a problem, but the balls wanted to slip out. You know how wet I get." "Oh yeah! Extra juicy, that's you. I am surprised about the butt plug, though. New explorations?" "A very firm Mistress. She introduced me to the concept of anal sex without asking first. Probably the best way for me at the time. We were getting into S&M and she, like you, was into gags. I still hate them." "But they aren't 'safe-word' material?" "Of course not! They still get me hot." "I created a monster all those years ago, didn't I?" "Yes, Master. And I will never forgive you for it!" "All those things you thought you wouldn't like, eh? Bondage. Lingerie. Women. And here were are, reunited for all of an hour and you are already tightly tied and about to be more so. Isn't life interesting?" "Yes, Master. More so, you say?" "Yes. This is my car. Trunk? Hog-tied in the back seat?" "Please. Not the trunk. It's so impersonal." "Briar patch? This is a kidnapping, after all." I opened up the trunk and began to rummage. She was beginning to think I was clearing some room for her in the chaos. I found what I was looking for. "Open wide, slave." She obeyed instantly and I popped the red rubber ball behind her teeth and proceeded to buckle the strap. I grabbed some more rope and shut the trunk. I opened the passenger side door and had her sit with her legs on the curb. I tied her knees together and cinched them tight. I crossed her ankles and tied them, leaving a two foot tail of rope. I turned her in the seat and tied the two foot section of rope to the seat mounting. I buckled her seat-belt as she seemed unable to do so at the moment. I pushed her hips back into the seat and made sure the lap-belt was tight. "Comfortable?" She shook her head no. "Good." I could see her eyes smile. It was just over an hour's drive to my home. Every now and then she would squirm in her bonds and I could hear her breathing getting heavier. Between major squirms, I could see the crotch-rope being pulled tight from behind. I turned into the drive and I heard a sharp intake of breath next to me. She was staring at my house. It was a big one. She turned to look at me, unable to speak for obvious reasons. "Lottery. Nice, eh?" I pulled in to the garage and triggered the closer. I shut off the engine and turned to her. She had a face that looked great in a gag. Some faces, the eyes get pulled down at the corners. I think this spoils the effect of a good gagging. The slave looks so sad. Tracey didn't have this, particularly when she was excited, like now. Her eyes brightened and lust stared back at you. I pushed the button on her seatbelt and got out of the car. I opened her side, turned her and helped her stand. I bent, heaved her over my shoulder and carried her into my home. I could feel her head swiveling around trying to see as she was carried in. I took her directly upstairs and into the huge walk-in closet. It was more of an ante room between the bathroom and bedroom. I placed her on her feet, keeping a hand on her to keep her steady as her ankles were crossed. "So, what brings you here? An appliance dolly?" Her eyes said, "Ha. Ha." I chuckled and opened a drawer beside her. "Pink tonight." I pulled out a delicate pink garter-belt, white seamed stockings and a quarter-cup bra that matched the garter-belt. I placed these items on top of the bureau. I pointed to a collection of shoes at the back of the room. I began to untie her after gently seating her on a stool. I started with her ankles and worked my way up until finally her elbows were freed. The last item was the ball-gag. "You have 30 minutes. There is the bathroom. You will find everything you need to make yourself even more beautiful. You will wear this." I pointed to the lingerie and then to a silk kimono hanging near the door. "The shower is an excellent one, please enjoy it. Towels aplenty in the closet in there. There is a shower cap in the cabinet. I am going to smoke a joint. There is stuff here. Don't, if you don't want to. When you are ready in 30 minutes, enter this door and kneel in the light, eyes down. I will satisfy your curiosity about this place after I have satisfied mine with your body. That should only take a few hours. Don't be late. You already have a two hour punishment coming. Any questions?" "No Master." "Good! You look like you will clean up nicely. I want you primed when you enter, but you are not allowed to cum until so ordered. There is a nice vibrator in the medicine cabinet, if you need it. There is a clock in the bathroom. There will be a two minute warning. Later, slave." I gave her a kiss and left her only slightly bewildered. I left by the same door we had entered and turned to fetch several items from other rooms. I had somewhat less that 30 minutes to get ready and far more to do to be prepared. After gathering all the necessary equipment from seemingly the furthest reaches on my estate and setting up, I was finally able to have my own shower with only ten minutes to spare. I decided to dress for the occasion. Leather chaps, codpiece and white shirt open to the crotch with full pleated sleeves. I also chose a black satin mask that covered my face down to the upper lip. Add riding boots with spurs and I was ready and horny beyond belief! I sat down in a leather club chair and lit up a joint. Beside the chair was a portable PC that was wired to the entire house, controlling such niceties as heat, air conditioning, lighting and the sound system. Enya was called for, followed by Clannad, Loreena McKinnett. We might get into the Black Sabbath and Beethoven a little later. The room was pitch dark except for a single shaft of light about 10 feet away from my chair. The light fell on a cushion on which my all too willing victim will place herself in just three minutes. My codpiece was getting uncomfortable containing my now throbbing erection. The smoke was just starting to creep up on me when she entered. She could follow orders, I gave her that. She was a stunning vision to an old pervert like me. She entered the room, turned and closed the door behind her without looking up. Truth be told, the light from the change room had spoiled the effect, but she didn't look up. She understood the game and the melodrama it entailed. The lingering smoke from my joint drifted into the shaft of light, enhancing its effect. She came directly to the cushion and knelt down in the light. Years ago, she would have done the same thing but her posture would have been different. She would have slouched, her shoulders forward creating almost a hollow of her chest. Now she sat with pride, her chest out, shoulders back and her hands resting lightly on her thighs. Her knees were parted about six inches, her head was up and her eyes down. I sat and drank her in letting her submission and beauty wash over me along with the pot. Her posture was perfect but I had to put my own stamp on it. She had been trained to kneel this way. There were probably several other positions she was trained for including fingers laced behind her head, gripping her elbows behind her back and wrists crossed. She had chosen a very neutral position and probably knew I would direct her to another. "Hands behind you, slave. The backs of your hands against each cheek." She shifted instantly. "Who trained you, slave?" "My Mistress, Master. She is a very beautiful woman. Very dominant. She owns me still." "Do you like the taste of pussy, slave?" "Yes, Master. I love the taste of my mistress." "Only your mistress?" "Yes, Master." "Not other women?" "No Master. I am not allowed to be with other women, only my mistress." "What about men? What about me?" "I am not allowed to be with new men, Master. I have permission from my mistress to be only with men I have already been with. There is only you that I would want to be with and Mistress knows this. Also, my mistress gives me to other women occasionally as a punishment." "Your mistress knows about me?" "Yes, Master. She knows all about you. She knows about tonight." "Eh?! How could she? Wait. Was she at the meeting tonight?" "Yes, Master." "Do I know her?" "Yes, Master." "Who is she?" "I cannot tell you Master." "Stand, slave. You will tell me what I want to know." I stood up and approached her and she saw me for the first time in my finery. I grabbed a leather harness from off of a coat-hook as I passed. I reached down and plunged my hand between her legs. She gasped and staggered slightly. I thrust two fingers deep into her. She was soaking. I noted that her nether lips were shaved but she retained a neatly trimmed bush above. Good, I thought. I hate for a woman to look like a child down there. Besides, I liked it when the hairs tickled my nose, but I loved the feel of smooth, hairless pussy on my lips. The best of both worlds! I brought my hand up and licked a little juice of off one finger. I then held it out to her. "Lick it clean, slave." This she did with enthusiasm, greedily sucking my fingers and making the codpiece more uncomfortable. After I had her stop I began to put the leather harness on her lovely body. It was very like a full ponygirl harness but with few attachments. After the harness had her flesh bulging in the right places I began to apply a single sleeve. This drew her elbows tight together and made her arms into a single, useless limb. It took some time to apply as it was a lace-up type and not the simpler zipper variety. This added more leather straps to her torso and added further tension to her shoulders. But she did not complain. She knew that she would not get a whipping or a spanking from me and this was her torment. She didn't know how long she was to be bound thus and also knew that there was more to come. I grabbed an 18 inch spreader bar with cuffs attached and put it to use on her slim, well defined ankles. I ran my hands up her legs which had begun to tremble slightly. I love the junction of stocking top and thigh and lingered there for several moments. I held up a high posture collar and three small padlocks. "With this collar, I make you my slave. I will not remove this collar until I am finished with you this weekend. In fact, the keys are out in the garden, in the dark. I won't be able to find them until morning and neither will you. Are you willing to submit completely, slave?" "Yes Master." Her voice was soft and compelling. She had changed much in the years. I liked this one. "Bend over." She bent over at the waist and I pushed her long red hair over the top of her head so I had unrestricted access to her neck. The collar was very high, rigid and inhibiting. Very little movement was possible when properly applied. The three padlocks fit into the grommets of buckles and locked it irrevocably into place. I wasn't kidding about the keys. If she was in severe distress, I could cut the collar off, but only in an emergency. I had her stand straight again and brushed her hair out of her face. The effect was electric! She was stunning. Lust shone out of her eyes and I couldn't take it anymore. "Kneel slave and suck your masters cock!" She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, waiting for me to impale her face. I shoved the codpiece aside and fed my dick into her waiting mouth. She attacked my cock with gusto. I couldn't believe it! Twelve years ago she couldn't make me cum orally. She was just too gentle. Granted, it was wonderful to watch that sweet face making slow gentle love to my root, but face it, she was a lousy cock-sucker. Now she was sucking until her cheeks hollowed and I could feel her tongue dancing all over my hard cock. She rocked back and forth on her knees, riding my hardness with her face. I couldn't help it! I came. My seed gushed out of me and splashed the back of her throat. She slowed her rhythm and took my whole length into her mouth. I was cumming and jerking about like a fish on a hook and could feel her throat massaging the helmut of my cock. I tried to pull back but she sucked harder, keeping me in her mouth. She knew how sensitive I became after orgasm and she was milking my cock deliberately, causing almost unbearable sensation. I pulled out of her mouth forcefully and due to her bondage, she could not follow. I staggered to my chair and sat down to gather my thoughts. I was very stoned and my cock was singing. I looked down at it. It lay against my thigh entirely flaccid. It would be hours before It would get back up. I looked at her. In as much as an exotically clad and very tightly bound woman can look it, she managed to look sweet, demure and innocent. Yeah, she knew what she was doing. "That, my dear, was truly amazing. But I am going to have to punish you for it." "Thank you, Master." She said quietly, her eyes down. She glanced up at me. I saw her eyes were red. So, she had smoked as well. Cool! I reached for my most severe gag; a combination harness ball-gag with too many straps and a built-in blind-fold. She looked at it with trepidation but opened her mouth to accept her punishment. It took several minutes to put it on her. "Well that took some time. I hope you like it because you will be wearing it for a while. Punishment time. A few hours at least." I sat back down and watched her for a few minutes. Her helplessness was very nearly complete. She looked great, but I knew she could look greater! I had a plan... End of Part 1 Lord Zaphod
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