CHAPTER ONE [Maryann]

       Ed arrived home to find a box, well hell more like great shipping case on his doorstep. The box was about 2’x3’x3’ and after looking around the sides he found the shipping slip, but surprisingly it was shipped from his own house back to his house. ‘Might as well take it inside,’ so he went off to find a dolly, then once back Ed pulled it into the living room. Sitting on the sofa he opened the envelope that was in the shipping pouch and started to read.

       “Master, you are so gentle and loving to me, and I find myself feeling good just being in the same room as you. Your touch makes me so excited, and when you place me in my bonds even more so. I want to give myself to you, and I want to be yours, because your bondage is always done with love. I spend most of my time when free, just thinking of being tied by you. I had myself shipped to you in this crate; so that you can tie me anyway you want. I went and requested help from the leather bondage shop, and they helped me set this up, for me to be shipped this morning. I am so excited at being your slave, and I have no fear, because I know my master will take care of me. Your slave; Maryann”                                                

‘Well’ he thought, and then he got to work to get the top of the box off. The strong smell of leather almost filled the room as he lifted the top, and Ed saw that she was in the bottom and in a tight hogtie. Getting the side off he lifted her up and placed her on the coffee table, and she moaned softly as he touched her. Then after cleaning the room of all the extra debris, he put the box in the corner, thinking that may come in handy some day.

       Ed then sat in an arm chair slowly drinking a Scotch while smoking a pipe. He blew smoke towards her, because he knew she could smell it, and know that he was there. She tried to squirm and appeared to move her hips, as she seemed to have an orgasm, but it was hard to tell as her head was encased in a full leather hood.

       While looking over the box he found another note in the bottom of it, that he was now reading. “Ed, she came in and set this up last week, and we placed her in the box this morning, but she doesn't know the dildos we used are remote controlled. Also they can give a small shock to her nipples or from one dildo to the other. These are new to the store, try them and please come and see us with the results. The leather bondage store”

       Looking into the sleeve he found a small disk and the remote.  He found the vibrate setting and put it on low. Telling her, “That should hold you for a while.”

       She tried to jump as a low soft humming came from her ass, and she started to moan as her breaths got shorter and shorter.

       Ed sat and watched her orgasm, and after getting up he went to his computer desk and inserted the disk, as his phone rang.

       “Hello”

       “Ed it's me Don, from leather bondage store, and I wanted to talk to you about Mary Ann.”

       “I think I know what you going to say.”

       “Good, because we've never seen a sub so willing as Maryann, and in the wrong hands she could be a danger to herself, and get herself hurt. While pre-packaging her, she wanted everything tighter and tighter.”

       “I know, and so do you know, that I will take great care of her.”

       “As you or one of my older customers I thought so, but I had to check.”

       “It's probably time I give her a proper lesson, and I'm going to push her to her limits and a little more, but should be all right. One more thing before i go, she will be coming in your shop from time to time, so let her use my card and add 20% for tip. Maybe you can join me and my sub for dinner? I'll be sure to give you a call,” and Ed placed the receiver down.

       With Maryann on the coffee table in front of him he sat back and began to worry and think. ‘She really doesn't know what she's getting herself into, but she needs to learn that her trust in him is not unfounded. He had to admit that she looked gorgeous, and it must be putting a strain on her body. The leather bondage store had done a great job, and starting with her boots, that were patent leather lace ups with a French heel and half inch platform. The laces were pulled tight, and later they would help her stand on the tall heels. Under the boots she wore a pair of sheer seemed pantyhose, and of course they had been put under the black gleaning leather of heavily boned corset, and it had been pulled extremely tight. Around her waist was a chastity belt, and that was also made of soft leather. He could see from the bumps underneath her belt that it held in the two vibrators comfortably. Her arms and hands were encased in a single sleeve arm binder, and unlike most arm binders, this one was extremely long and went all the way to her armpits. The sleeve was pulling her arms together, although an extra strap was pulled around her wrists and one at her elbows. Her head was encased in a severe discipline hood, and the only openings on the hood were to grommets at the nose for her to breath. The hood was pulled so tight, that you could see the outline of a blindfold and the gag, even through the leather. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail, and exited through a hole at the rear of the hood. Last but not least was the collar, and again it was tall, it was at least 3 inches in the nape of the neck and four inches covering the throat. Everything was locked on, and there was no way she could get free, at least not without the keys, even if her hands were free.’

He was still thinking, ‘Maryann should know better, because one of his joys is the binding of her, and trying to excite her as he makes her movements more restricted.’ Sitting and looking at her he did know whether to punish her or reward her. She had taken a lot of time and effort, but whatever he was going to do he needed to seriously talk to her first,’ and it was then that he decided to make a point. 

Ed started to release her from her bondage, the straps were really drawn tight, and she tried to fight him, because she wanted to stay bound. It took some time, but he now had her sitting on the coffee table; he had untied her except for the arm binder and the hood, and she was making noises inside it. He undid the collar and unlaced the hood, and felt that her hair was wet and matted from sweat. Ed then finally removed the gag, and she stretched her jaws and said, “Master may I speak?” “Yes.” “I don't understand, why did you untie me, I wanted to be the ultimate present for you, but how have I displeased you?” 

“Maryann; do you think I don’t care for you, and do you think I don’t want to take care of you? Then you are mistaken, but my joy is not just seeing you in bondage, but putting you in bondage. I am a Master and I will tie, where and when and how I like, but what you've just done is dangerous to yourself and I will not tolerate the possibility of you getting hurt. So I think I have a twisted solution. I'm going to untie you, so keep the clothes you have on, and the chastity belt will also remain.”

“Master there is a riding crop on the lid of the crate that I arrived in, please use it on me for whatever punishment you think I need.”

He went and collected the riding crop, and then holding it between his hands in front of her, he broke it in two. “I will never have a device around, that will give you pain. That was not a good idea and you need to talk to me more. I do have a set of devices that I think can be more effective, but first you must strip off your clothes and meet me in the bedroom.”

Maryann came into his room with her head hanging low, and she was naked except for 5 inch heels with ankle straps.

“I told you naked, so the shoes come off also.”

She slipped off the shoes, and stood before him naked as the day she was born, and as she did so, Maryann noticed a large set of boxes on the bed.

“I have this set to use as punishment, now sit on the bed.” From the first box Ed pulled out what looked like a stainless steel bowling ball, and he knelt in front of her. She could see that it had an opening, and watched as he split the sphere in two for her to place her right foot inside.  After closing the sphere it was like an ankle cuff and he locked it on her, and he then did the same to her left foot, and when she looked down she could only see two stainless steel spheres that were now her feet. 

“Master I cannot walk in these balls.”

“That's the point,” Ed answered.

From the next box Ed pulled out another set, but these were for her hands, first the right hand and then the left, leaving Maryann sat with her hands and feet encased in stainless steel spheres locked onto her. The last box was bigger than the first four and she was almost afraid, but when he pulled his hands out, he had another sphere and this one big enough for her head.  He pulled the hair back and slowly slipped it over her head. Maryann felt Ed locking the sphere around her neck, and she realized how truly helpless she was now. “I know you can hear me Maryann so lay on your back.” He connected her feet to each corner post, and her hands to the corners of the headboard. Next a chain was connected from the top of her head to the headboard also, and now she was lay spread-eagled with very little slack.

       “Master, may I speak?” “Yes.” “I hope there is more than what you have done; because you can tie me anyway you know you want to.” 

       “Yes I know this Maryann, but I'm not going to; you will now stay like you are with nothing on your breasts, nothing on your feet, nothing between your legs with no gag, and nothing touching you.”

She lay in bewilderment not knowing what to think, but knowing that she actually made him angry, and that anger had to do with his concern over her safety. Maryann also knew now that his ultimate joy was tying and gagging her, and now she also knew why it excited her so much, and that she truly wanted to be a slave with Ed as her Master.

As she lay on the bed she was thinking, ‘she realized there was absolutely no sexual input to any of her senses. She had no way to touch herself, or to feel any kind of sexual clothing on her.  One would think this would drive down her sexual desires, but all it did was start her mind to thinking of all of the positions and sex he given to her. She knew she could feel her crotch starting to get wetter and wetter, but in this position she had no way to satisfy. Then it finally came to her, that in this position she would be sexually starved. God I'll go crazy he knows exactly what he's doing to me.’

Maryann tried to explore her restraints, and found the balls on her feet were very comfortable, because she could wiggle her toes and just about rotate her ankles. The holes in the two balls were lined, and just big enough for her ankles, but tight enough so she could not slip her feet out. It was the same way with her hands, because she could move in wiggle her fingers and just about touch the spheres, but the openings were too small for her to remove her hands.  Then there was the headpiece the neck opening felt like a to inch steel band again lined. If she strained to wiggle her head it felt like she could almost feel the inside of the sphere. After this small exercise she knew she was going nowhere. ‘My master really knows what he's doing.’  She thought as I lie here he knows I can't move, but I can't stop wiggling my hips to cease the sexual desire that he knows it's growing in me. She was quite secure with comfortable pillows in all the right places, and so she tried to at least take a nap, just to escape the hunger in her hips.

Ed had gone to the kitchen and picked up a glass of ice from the fridge, and then he walked into the den to start a fire, drink Scotch and smoke a pipe. He would give her about an hour, as he knew that by doing nothing, would probably be exciting her more than if he did.

Maryann lay not asleep but almost in a drunken stupor. Her sexual desire peaked and was now manageable she thought.

Ed slowly walked into the room, and she was lying quietly and breathing normally, and he knew she had no he was there. Taking a feather from the dresser he ever so lightly caressed her right nipple with it, and she shook violently with surprise.

“Master” “Yes” “Do you really know what this is doing to me?” “Yes” “Master” “Yes.”  “Your slave needs to use the bathroom.” “That's easy enough.”  He unlocked all the spheres from the bed restraints and set her up on the edge of the bed. 

“But how can I Master?” 

He put a leash on the clasp of the headpiece and pulled the lead towards the floor, “You can use your hands and knees, and I'll lead you my pet.”

Maryann managed to get onto the floor and was slowly led to the bathroom, and then Ed picked her up and sat her on the seat. “Finish your business and I will clean you.” She did as ordered, and he lifted her back up, but this time laying or on the floor on her back, and then using a soft towel between her legs. Maryann was thinking ‘if he touches me just long enough, then I'll have an orgasm right here right now.’ Ed was good he quickly cleaned her but didn't let her cum. When she felt him pulling on the chain she rolled over, and then crawled back to the bedroom. He picked her up and placed her on the bed securing her back into the spread-eagled position.  When she was finally tied down he said, “I will see you later,” and he left the room. Maryann could hear his footsteps as he walked down the hall. She was once again laid on the bed in sheer sexual agony, and she realized that in their bondage games she always had something touching her. Whatever it was, she always felt like it was him, and it could've been anything, a gag, or a nipple clamp, or even the high heeled shoes that she loves so much and not forgetting the inserts.

       After what seemed like hours to her she had fallen into a deep sleep, she had no idea of how long he had been placed in these spheres or what time of day it was. All she knew was her sexual frustration was still at a high. In actual fact it had only been an hour since she made her bathroom walk. But it was a total of three hours of her in the helmet.

Ed knew he had to be careful, as breathing was not a problem but dehydration was. He walked back into the bedroom and saw no movement of her on the bed, thinking, ‘she must really be asleep.’ He stripped himself naked and went over to her, and his manhood was probably as hard as it could ever been. When he got on the bed between her legs she seemed to come alive. A soft “Master is that you?” came from beneath the helmet. He didn't say anything to her; he just got between her legs and rubbed his manhood over her clit. “Master, please, I could cum so easily, do you want me to wait for you?” 

“No my slave, you will cum as many times as you can.” He was stroking his manhood on her pussy she came instantly, and in the middle of her orgasm he plunged himself deeply into her, as she struggled for movement from her position. Even though the steel hood was heavy she shook her head moaned and screamed, at the same time Maryann wiggled her hips.

       Ed realized she was having one orgasm on top of another, but he just kept pumping and stroking, and hoping to get as many orgasms as he could out of her. After what seemed like quite a while she slowed down, but only to restart again. It was after about the third time she slowed down considerably, and he knew Maryann was waning. 

“My slave” he said, but she never replied. “Shake your head if you can hear me.” She did as he asked, and he responded, “One more time.” 

Weekly she said through the helmet “I don't know if I can Master.” 

“I didn't ask if you could, I said do.” The response was instantaneous as she began wiggling her hips, and again after a short while Maryann came one more time, but he knew she was lying.

       Maryann finally awoke in his bed, and Ed was lying next to her with his arms around her, and she was free of the steel balls. She still felt almost intoxicated, but her movement must've woken him, and she turned towards him will with a love in her eyes. “Master” “Yes” he softly replied. “You know I would do anything for you.” 

“Yes but that doesn't mean that you should. I found the e-mails, from the other submissive friends that you’re online with. I hear that they're sent out for training, and they let others tie them up and use them, and I see some of them let their Masters use a crop or a whip on them. If that's the type of Master you need then leave now, because I will never inflict pain on you. If you need to be punished, it is up to me to find a better way. I'll accept self bondage from you or bondage from someone I think is worthy to tie you.”

       “Master from the chat rooms on the net, it seems to be that you are too kind to....”

       Ed had cut her off midsentence “You are not living in the chat room, and you're not serving under a different Master you serving under me. Do not compare what I do to you with what other Masters do to their subs, concern yourself with our relationship, and judge it on your happiness. Also, the term Master although it’s well intended its overkill, and I would prefer you call me Sir.”

       “Yes Sir; and I got the idea of being shipped to you by one of my friends on the Internet.  She's a sub, and told me every master would love a present like that. I told her all about our relationship with you as my Master. I guess I didn't even realize at what the depths the relationship was. But Sir; I still want to give myself to you, and to let you know how much you mean to me.”

       Pulling her to his body he wrapped his arms around her, “Now listen, I’m not even sure how much and how deep this relationship is, but I know we both need to find out. I also know and have seen on the web how some masters use their slaves it makes me on easy. I believe the only tears a Master should ever give a slave is that of joy, call it silly call it old-fashioned but that, is me. If you find that you need someone with a sterner hand, then once again I will understand, because this is about happiness for both you and me. I'm going to get up and I want you to stay and I want you to think. I know all your experiences in this type of relationship with your ex, and one of the biggest things you have to get over is that I am not him. I need to go to see a dear friend of mine in Connecticut, and I will be gone two to three days, and when I get back we'll talk some more. I want you to think long and hard as this is all new to me, and maybe a master can't be a nice guy. Not only do I think he can I think he should. With your submission to me I intend to try to let it be free running.”

       To Maryann's surprise and astonishment, he slipped out of bed, and then he turned around and kissed her so tenderly she could feel herself melting. Maryann was thinking there must be something wrong. She had lost him; could she be so stupid as to let a man like this go.  There has to be something wrong, or was this just too good to be true? She was amazed how quickly he got everything ready and was out the door, and here she was sitting in his bed, and her mind swirling with thoughts of him. She then decided, that for now she would just to take a nap and think of her position.

       She had been sleeping deeply, but her body had other ideas, because all she could dream of was him tying her taking her teasing her. The dreams were so tender yet so soft and so meaningful, that she had woken up in a pool of sweat realizing that her whole body ached for him. It no longer seemed to matter how he tied her, because she knew every rope, every restraint, and every high heel that touched her skin came from him. She knew more than ever now that he would never hurt her, and for all the years of disappointments, she knew that he was the one.  She got up and quickly ran to the window, only to realize he had left, and he had left three hours ago. Looking around the room she realized she was in his house; and glancing over at the table.     He left his cell phone ’God’ how will I keep in touch with him, and when will he be back?     Will he be back? I don't know who he's visiting in Connecticut, and if he will he call? Now she was so happy, because she found a master who would truly care for her. Not as just a sub, but for being her, and all she could do now is wait for him to get back from his trip.