After breakfast the next morning I spoke to her for the first time. She didnt seem too happy to hear that I planned to continue to show her what real bondage was all about and hoped she enjoyed her day. Her complaints, of course, fell on deaf ears. Naked, except for a gag, I had her restrained between the floor posts. A collar around her neck attached to the ceiling pulley rope and held her upright. Starting with the laced gloves and finger mitts her hands were soon immobilized and from the

She woke me with her struggles after a few hours but I needed to get up anyway and finalize my plans to cash in those travelers checks. Taking her through to sit on the pot I ran a strap around her elbows and across the back. This pulled her single gloved hands tightly against her stomach; her ankles got tied to the floor rings. Since she was still gagged and blindfolded I left her there and went to get dressed.

My most ambitious outfit for Dawn was also extremely expensive. Preparing for its use the next day I put all the components in a large bucket and lowered them into the hot tub overnight. To keep her quiet during the process Beth forced a large rubber ball in Dawns mouth and buckled a strap around her head to keep it in place. A blindfold kept her from seeing the rest of the preparations and I pulled the bucket from the hot tub,

Just after dark around pm, I had slipped the lock on the side door and now waited as she returned to her house through the connecting door from the garage. The leather bag with a drawstring opening was ready. As she moved passed me with her arms full of packages, I whipped it over her head and pulled the string closed around her neck. The packages fell as I reached around and grabbed both her wrists forcing them behind her back. Before she could react I snapped on a pair of handcuffs; there was no chain between them so they held her wrists

Since coming to live with me Beth had become almost insatiable. Whether she was tormenting Dawn with increasingly stringent bondage positions and outfits or was herself on the receiving end of my hobby, Beth kept coming back for more. Many days I would slow her down by simply tying her hand and foot, forcing a large gag in her mouth and leaving her to stew. The problem was that when I did release her she was so wound up and excited it sometimes took hours to get her satisfied.

Waking just after seven thirty, I showered and had a cup of coffee before getting dressed. The pink leather of my bra matched the short shorts and knee boots. I felt comfortable and ready to face my guest. Quietly entering the playroom I touched her cheek and she jerked against my hand. Sleeping, she had probably hoped this was just a nightmare that would be over when she woke up - she was wrong. Taking off the blindfold and removing her gag, I gave her a long kiss on the lips

I had several errands to do and started by visiting my bank and depositing most of Dawns cash; then spent time at my favorite leather store picking out some new outfits. Another stop was downtown in a store known for its "naughty novelties" and I paid cash for several items that would make life interesting for my guest. Removing the hat I started to get her out of the box with a lot of help from the ceiling pulley. Very carefully I cut the nylon strapping and left her on the floor to slowly recover. At least her legs moved away from her upper body and then straightened at the knee. She was still fully laced into the boot, corset and helmet so I just added a blindfold to

It was hard to believe that after all we had put her through over the last few months Dawn still had a spark of defiance left. Beth had been careless and that allowed Dawn to swing a free arm and catch her across the mouth with the back of a leather-covered hand. The damage had been minimal, except to Beths pride, but I was determined After a lecture about how useless it was for her not to accept her fate I told Dawn that there was one sure way to put out sparks. Now she was in dire straits. We had been working on her for over two hours with a costume I had been developing for weeks. Leather, molded plastic, straps, cords and metal brackets were involved and now we were

I tightened the seat belt and shoulder harness to keep Beth firmly in the front seat of the van. Her gloved hands were laced in leather mitts but seemed to rest quite naturally in the pockets of the belted leather trench coat she was wearing. In fact the metal rings on the ends of the mitts were attached to the snap hook on the crotch strap which ran from the front of the waist belt between her legs and up to the back of the belt.

It was my turn to play "The Meal Game"; Beth had done it last Saturday evening and failed. There were two main pieces of equipment needed for the game the chair and Dawn! The chair was an oversize, heavy, straight-backed dining room piece that we had modified. There were locking casters on each leg and just above them a piece of " plywood formed a solid platform.