"Ohh-h-h-h," Peter groaned loudly. "I'm coming. Hang on Isabel," he said softly as he pounded her mercilessly 16 more times. Isabel gritted her teeth as she felt waves of orgasm wash over her as Peter unleashed the biggest ejaculation he had ever felt deep inside her.

"Mm-m-m-nnnn-oo-o-o-a-a-a," Isabel's long, low moan of her intense climax sounded almost animal-like and it surprised even her. Another, equally-powerful orgasm convulsed her hips and body scant seconds later. It seemed to go on for minutes as Isabel gripped Peter even harder.

She thrust her hips against him as hard as she could, burying his cock deep inside her, as they both collapsed into a sweaty heap, Peter still on top with Isabel's legs splayed wide on either side of his hips, her ankles tight against their chain at the small of his back.

Panting, they lay still until their senses began to restore.

"Wow, best yet," Peter offered. "Mmm, very good," Isabel replied after a pause. They couldn't help notice "Little Pete" was still very erect deep inside Isabel's pussy and Peter, the proprietor, decided to make a few tentative thrusts again. Isabel responded with her own upward motions and soon the action was on again.

"Let me get on top for awhile," Isabel said, stopping Peter in mid-thrust. Peter happily agreed and slid his way easily out and under the grasp of her legs, rolling onto his back beside her. Isabel smiled as she climbed atop and placed her knees on either side of his hips, lowering herself onto his still-rigid cock.

"Mm-m-m-, always good this way, too," she said as she buried his pole deep inside her once again, tangling her ankle chains around his legs. Her 38-C breasts bounced and swayed sexily as she thrust her hips against his, feeling another orgasm loom.

"A-aa-a-gg-g-g-h," Isabel cried suddenly as her pussy began to spasm rhythmically. She flexed her lower abdominal muscles, which she had toned specifically to grip his cock harder, and the orgasm swept over her. Peter held her breasts with both hands, massaging both gently as she climaxed again and again on top of him, her pussy juices running onto his groin and down her legs. She bent down further, dangling her breasts near his mouth and gently and playfully ran her ringed nipples over his lips so he could kiss and play with them, making them harder. Peter thrust up again inside her one last time and held her tightly, his arms clasped around her back, as he pounded another load of goo deep inside Isabel's loins.

They stayed like that for almost half an hour until Isabel pushed her matted hair away from her forehead, slid off him with a wet "plop," and hobbled into the bathroom to clean up.

"Mon," she said to herself quietly, I won't have any trouble getting pregnant by him. What a load he shot into me. And it's still coming out!" Peter, his ears still ringing and burning from his intense double orgasm, knew this sex session was the best yet and began to wonder if her new chains had anything to do with it.

"Come back to bed when you're done in there, woman," Peter called out. "Alright," she said. A moment later, when were snuggling again on top of the bed covers, playing with each other's body.

"Did you find that your orgasm was more intense than usual today, Is.?" Peter asked.

"Yes it was; yours, too, I think," she replied.

"Tell me again how you got those chains on your legs last night. I think they have something to do with this."

Isabel related her story once again and Peter was at once excited and awed such an event could happen to her so close to home.

"Peter, do you think Dr. Ledstone will be able to help to get these off me?" Isabel said, looking down her body at the chains that had contributed to their lustful pleasure.

"I don't know, sweetheart. Do you want me to contact him again or should we just wait until he contacts us - if he ever does."

"Let's wait," Isabel said. "I'm on sick leave today and I'm seriously thinking of putting in my letter of resignation tomorrow. I've worked there 17 years and I should get some sort of allowance or return of pension contributions that I could invest. It won't be much but I can't very well go back to the mill and become a safety hazard among the machinery with these on my legs, can I?"

Peter liked the way this conversation was headed and agreed.

"Okay, let's wait until Ledstone calls. And I fully support your decision to resign. I can hire myself out as a carpenter. There's a new housing subdivision being planned for the eastern outskirts of town so let's think about this for a bit. I'll probably go over there tomorrow and see if they're hiring.

"I'm going outside to soak up some rays; how about you?"

Peter slid out of bed, put on his jean cutoffs and sandals, bent over to kiss his woman again on the lips, chin, breasts and navel, and strode out of the bedroom, down the hallway and out the patio doors onto the backyard sundeck. Isabel moaned quietly with renewed sexual energy - och, those kisses - and stood up, walked over to her closet and selected her blue-silk, mid-thigh-length dressing gown which she put on to cover her nudity but not her shackles.

She felt herself actually getting rather fond of them as she tied the belt snugly around her waist, enjoying as always the sensuous feel of the material against her body and upper legs as she shuffled her clinky steps down the hallway out the doors to join Peter on the deck.

The mid-afternoon June sun was bright in the backyard and Isabel squinted as she stretched out in the chaise longue beside her man.

"Oh, this is so nice; sex and then sun. A rare treat in this part of Scotland this time of year," Isabel said. "I should really get some tanning time in," she said, as she got back up to go into the bathroom to look for suntan lotion. She found the bottle underneath the bathroom sink and smiled as she felt her still-sensitive breasts sway against the loose, sleek material of her dressing gown. She went back out onto the sundeck, breasts swaying, and sat down again.

"Put some on my legs, please?" she asked Peter nicely. "You bet," he replied. Once again, he knelt at her feet and squirted some of the viscous, white lotion onto his palms, massaging it into her calves, shins, knees and her thighs. Isabel parted the hem of her dressing gown and let him massage the upper reaches of her legs and around her pussy mound.

She opened her ankles as wide as the chain would allow and then undid the belt, letting her gown fall open, revealing her white breasts with her erect tawny-pink nipples.

"I'll tan these tomorrow," Isabel said, feeling her breasts and ringed nipples lightly with her hands. "Legs today."

Peter put a second light coat on her legs and the tops of her feet, noting to himself the skin underneath the cuffs will likely be pale and her legs nicely tanned, weather permitting. The couple held hands as the sun continued its path across their backyard, bathing each in a warm glow and helping to erase the mysterious private event of the night before as well as the embarrassing public moments at the university and pub a few hours ago.

The two were happily quiet as they let the sun warm and brown their bodies. Isabel's white legs started to tingle and turn pink in about an hour when they decided to go back in and think about supper.

"What would you like to eat for supper, sweetheart?" Isabel called out to Peter who had gone into the bedroom for a moment. "There's leftovers, cold roast beef or I can warm up some spaghetti if you like." Isabel heard some rustling around in the bedroom but could not identify the sound.

"Would you like me to dress for supper - or just the way I am?"

No answer, just rustling sounds and a faint clink. Isabel tied her short dressing gown a little tighter around her waist and bent to look inside the refrigerator. She decided on cold roast beef sandwiches, a small salad and lemonade. She knelt down to get the items from the bottom shelf of the fridge and stood up again, nudging the door shut with her shoulder instead of her foot - the way she usually did - until yesterday.

When Peter walked back into the kitchen, Isabel was at work at the counter getting the sandwiches and salad ready for them. She looked over her shoulder and saw he was carrying some material and a small bunch of light cord in his right hand.

"What's that for?" Isabel inquired as she put down the kitchen implements. "Oh, just something for my sexy slavegirl to wear around the house this afternoon," Peter said, as he placed a long, narrow rectangle of pale yellow chiffon material and a three-ft. length of gold cord on the counter beside her. Puzzled, Isabel looked at the items, then at Peter.

"How am I going to wear that?" she asked him.

"Allow me," he replied, as he untied her dressing gown, looping the cord around her hips, tying it in a snug square knot over her left hip. He then passed the chiffon under the cord at her belly, down between her legs and back up to tuck underneath the cord at her back.

He then adjusted the front and back panels so they were roughly the same length, falling to about six in. above her knees.

The eight-in.-wide strip of translucent material instantly turned Isabel into Peter's image of a chained harem girl - a picture he had waited many months to see - and Isabel graciously agreed to wear the sexy little garment for him.

"Mmm, nice," Isabel said as she felt the silky material against her thighs and loins. "Makes me feel kinda sexy, like your slavegirl in chains should. I think I must be the first woman in western Scotland to be dressed like this. And summer's just started."

Peter agreed, Isabel re-secured her dressing gown over her little undergarment and got on with the supper preparations, her ankle chains making a delightful, little clink as she moved from the counter to the kitchen table with their plates. Always handy in the kitchen, Isabel had supper ready soon and the two sat opposite each other in their kitchen that overlooked the backyard, watching the June afternoon sun draw its first shadows among the bordering trees.

"Brri-ing, brring," the Scottish telephone rang. Isabel answered and it was her best friend, Moira McPeak, from the mill. Peter listened absently as Isabel cooked up some lame excuse why she phoned in sick today.

The two women chattered about mill gossip, the weather and other goings-on in the town and Isabel suddenly invited her over for tea the next afternoon, much to Peter's surprise.

"Good for you, Is." Peter said, after she hung up. "Are you going to tell her about your chains?"

"I might," she said. "If not, I'll just be sure to keep them quiet while she's here. Maybe wrap them in something."

That would ruin the entire image, he thought, as he put that possibility out of his mind.

"Long skirt again tomorrow, eh?"

"Quite possibly," Isabel said. "But I have other skirts and dresses in my closet, too."

"Oh, yes. I like that straight black one that comes to just above your knees. And we both know what that hemline would show, don't we?" Isabel nodded quietly as she pondered what she would wear for her friend's visit tomorrow.

They finished up their light supper, Isabel cleared away the plates and cutlery and they retired to the living room to watch the 6 p.m. BBC news. Peter sat on his large comfortable recliner and Isabel joined him, sitting on his lap with her left arm around him and her right on his chest.

Her legs were draped over the arm of the chair, the chain dangling in a nine-in., U-shaped bight between her ankles, and she purposely let her dressing gown fall open as she turned her head to watch the television news. Peter took the opportunity to toy with her nipple rings with his right hand, pushing the left, then the right one, gently through the little slits pierced through the base of each nipple while he massaged her still-sensitive clit with his left. Isabel moaned quietly as the BBC news anchor began his half-hour newscast. With Peter's attentions, Isabel was soon near another gasping orgasm by the first commercial break and at 6:20 p.m. was writhing in ecstasy as she approached another climax on his lap.