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BOOK 1
Chapter 3
����� Her escort led
Traci up what seemed to be a very long walk and then rang a doorbell that
sounded like a gong.� After a moment the
door opened and she was surprised to hear a woman�s voice.� She had been told that the client was a
man.� �Sign here� the driver said.� �I�ll be back for her on Monday at eight in
the evening�.� Traci felt like a package,
as she heard the driver�s footsteps retreat down the walkway.� A tug on her leash pulled her forward.� �Welcome� said the woman.� �Please come inside�.� Traci followed the pull of the leash and
decided that she really didn�t have a choice.�
She heard the van start back up as the door closed with a thud.� She was a bondage play toy for the weekend
whether she liked it or not.
���� She was led what
seemed to be a great distance and then the woman helped her sit in what felt
like an over-stuffed chair.� �My name is Constance.� I am Mr. Proctor�s assistant.� I�ll be entertaining you until he arrives
later tonight.� He has been detained unavoidably,
but he shouldn�t be too long.�� Traci
nodded dumbly, as if waiting bound and gagged in an unfamiliar house was
something she did on a regular basis.� Constance
fished the ring of keys out from inside Traci�s shirt and then lifted the chain
over her head. ��I�ll just hold these for
you, if you don�t mind.� You are an
adorable girl.� Mister Proctor will be
very pleased.� If I remove your gag, will
you behave like a well mannered young lady?�
No shouting for help or other such nonsense?�� Traci nodded her head vigorously.� She heard Constance
trying different keys until the locked clicked open.� The gag was unbuckled and the ball pulled out
from between her sore jaws.� A few drops
of spittle ran down her chin, but Constance was ready,
and quickly wiped them away with a cloth.�
�Thanks� croaked Traci. �I�ll get you some water in a moment.� I need to secure your legs first, so you
don�t get any ideas.� If you scream,
you�ll immediately be gagged again, but don�t worry about anyone hearing.� This house is on a huge estate in the middle
of nowhere.�� She tied Traci�s legs
together with a length of thin white rope.�
She ran the cord around her ankles five times, cinching up the slack in
between several times before tying it off.�
She then repeated the process above and below her knees.� �Behave yourself.� I�ll be back in a minute� Constance
told her.
����� �This is about as close to insane as it
gets� Traci thought.� She tried to
move her legs, but they had become one.� �She tied my legs like I was going to go
blindly bumping around a house I don�t know while chained up like this.� At least that awful ballgag is out of my
mouth�.� Constance
was true to her word, and returned shortly.�
A glass of water was soon pushed to her lips.� When she had finished the whole glass, Constance
took the leg irons off Traci�s legs.�
They served no purpose now.� �If I
take the handcuffs off your wrists, are you going to fight me?� Constance
asked.� Traci pondered this a moment
before answering.� �Am I supposed
to?�� Constance laughed
merrily.� It�s your first time isn�t
it?� Mr. Proctor just loves newbies.� They have no perception what true bondage is
about�.� Traci confessed that it was her
first bondage assignment, but she had done other jobs for the agency
before.� Constance
seemed interested, and they discussed her previous jobs at length.� �Let me get those terrible handcuffs off of
you.� They can really cause some pain
when they�re left on too long.� If
they�re not put on correctly you can even bruise the radial nerve.� I suppose that Triple F prefers them because
they are quite secure, but as you�ll find this weekend, rope and leather
restraints can keep you very helpless also.��
She unlocked the handcuffs from Traci�s wrists, but left the dangling
from the back of the leather belt.�
�Thank you, Constance�.� �Give me your left hand� Constance
instructed.� �I�m going to put some
bondage mittens on you, so you don�t have to worry about untying any
knots.� Do you know what they are?�� �No, I don�t" she admitted.� �You know what mittens look like, of
course.� These mittens have no thumbs and
are made of leather.� They lock onto your
wrists and keep your fingers from doing anything that they shouldn�t.�� Traci could feel the leather mitten encasing
her hand, and then the strap being buckled securely around her wrist.� She moved here fingers experimentally inside
the leather sack.� It was like a mitten
with no thumb hole.� The leather felt
thicker than a normal leather glove would be.�
�Make a fist� Constance told her.� When she complied, she felt the top of the
mitten being pulled over her clenched fingers and back towards her wrist.� Constance attached a
ring at the tip of the mitten to the open padlock on the buckle of the wrist
strap.� Traci heard the lock click shut,
and her hand was stuck that way.� �Right
hand, please�, and then the process was repeated.� �Okay, try to get them off�.� Traci fumbled with her bound hands, but it
was clear to her that the mittens wouldn�t be coming off until they were
unlocked.� �Now you get the picture.� It�s all about control, and I�m now the one
in control�.
���� Constance
sat on the arm of the chair and started massaging Traci�s shoulders.� She had very strong hands.� �Does that feel better?� she asked.� �You had a long ride with your arms pulled
behind you like that�.� Traci had to
admit that she was sore, and it did feel good.�
For a brief moment, as the strong hands massaged her sore muscles, she
wondered if Constance really was Mr. Proctor playing
some sort of kinky game.� The voice
sounded very much like a woman and not faked at all.� In her close proximity, she could smell Constance�s
perfume.� It was a light flowery
scent.� �Was it possible?�� �Constance,
can you take my blindfold off, please?��
�As I said, it�s all about control.�
I don�t want you to be able to move about, so I bound your legs.� I don�t want you to be able to untie your
legs, so I captured your fingers.� I
control your legs and fingers.� I don�t
want you to be able to see right now, so I keep you blindfolded.� If I no longer wish for you to talk, you�ll
be gagged again.� For now, you have the
use of your arms.� Don�t get used to
that.� S&M is about pain and
humiliation.� Bondage is about dominance
and submission.� It�s sometimes called
B&D.� One party has all the power,
all the control.� The other person has
none.� Get the picture?�� �I�ll take that as a no�.� �Correct, my dear.� One reason that having someone in bondage is
good is that they can just feel.��
�Feel?� questioned Traci.� �What
do you mean by that?�� �Just to feel
helpless, feel controlled� she told her.�
�Do you feel like you are in control right now?�� �No, how could I?�� �Exactly.�
Just be yourself, and go with it.�
Sometimes we get girls who aren�t quite as submissive as you.� They feel that the control needs to be
won.� They want to fight, struggle, and
try to escape.� Some dominants like that.
They want a power struggle.� They like to
fight for the other�s submission.� That�s
not Mr. Proctor�s style.� He is the
dominant or top.� You are the submissive
or bottom.� The end result is the same
anyway, whether you give up control, or he takes it from you.� It�s the same old story.� You can do it the hard way, or the easy
way.� Either way you end up helpless and
bound in the end.�� �I think that I
understand.� stated Traci, �But what does he get out of it. �The agency�s rules say no sex.� I get paid, but what does he get?�� �He gets gratification, sexual and
otherwise.�� Constance
replied.� ��There are many forms of gratification.� Mr. Proctor is insanely wealthy and is
willing to spend his money on what he wants.�
He bought a painting for over a million dollars last week.� What gratification does it give?� I don�t imagine that he is planning on having
intercourse with it.� It is just
beautiful to look at, like you are, my dear.��
Constance�s hand slithered down her chest to her
left breast, hefting it and giving a light squeeze.� �They�re real. That�s wonderful, I thought as
much.�� Traci�s hand came involuntarily
up towards her breasts, but Constance pushed them back
down into her lap.� �Remember, you�re not
in control now� she warned.�
���� She removed her
hand from Traci�s and her other found Traci�s nipple through her T-shirt and
bra.� She gave a gentle tug with her
thumb and fore finger.� This time Traci
kept her hands planted firmly in her lap.�
�You�re a quick learner, Traci.�
Put your arms up above your head, straight out, like you are
surrendering.�� She complied and Constance
pulled her shirt up and over her head in one quick yank.� Next she helped her of with her bra.� �Such perky breasts and your nipples are
perfect!� she exclaimed.� �Have you ever
worn nipple clamps?�� �No� replied Traci,
a little shocked.� �Would you care to try
them?�� �No, thank you.� I�m not into pain.� They said that there would be any pain with
this job.�� �You misunderstand, sweet
one.� There are many different kinds of
nipple clamps.� Some can cause
excruciating pain, but not all of them hurt.�
It�s more of a constant pressure on the tender little bud, like a
lover�s pinch to let you know that they have also been captured.�� Constance caught
Traci�s nipples between her thumbs and first fingers and squeezed them
lightly.� �Just leg your hands, legs, and
eyes are captured so would be your nipples.�
They would be the perfect decorations for these perfect breasts.�� She rolled them lightly between her fingers,
not letting up on the pressure.� When she
released them, they stayed erect.� �It�s
your choice.� I�ll ask you again later.
���� �What do you look
like?�� Traci asked.� �I�m not nearly as beautiful as you.�� Traci thought she was going to leave it at
that, but after a long pause, she continued.�
�I have dark hair that is straight, and shoulder length.� My eyes are blue.� I am white.�
I�m five foot even.�� That was as
much as she was getting.� She tried to
picture Constance in her mind.� Her voice was smooth and cultured.� She guessed she was somewhere around
forty.� She wondered why she didn�t
describe her body type.� �Five feet tall.� Maybe she�s three hundred and fifty pounds
and round as a ball.� Or maybe six foot
four and two hundred and fifty pounds with a hairy chest, just pretending to be
a woman.� No, that was wrong.� If this was a guy playing female, he would be
a mousy little accountant type.�� �I�m
tempted to take a look at your green eyes.�
I bet that they�re spectacular� Constance told
her. �How do you know what color my eyes are?��
�They give us a bio on each girl when Mr. Proctor signs a contract.� He never takes the picture they offer though.� He likes the surprise.� Yours is a pleasant one.� Looking at you, I wouldn�t think you weigh
One hundred and twenty-eight pounds.� You
wear it very well.�� �Definitely heavier� Traci thought.�
She couldn�t resist the temptation any longer, and her mittened hands
shot up to the blindfold and attempted to dislodge it.� Constance had hold of
both of her wrists before she got the chance.�
She yanked her out of the chair, and before she knew it, Traci was face
down on the floor with Traci maneuvering her hands behind her.� Constance sat on her
butt as she re-applied the handcuffs over the mittens.� �Decided to get a little feisty?�� Constance asked, with
a laugh.� She was panting, as was Traci,
after their brief tussle.� �I�m sorry; I
don�t know what came over me.� I just
wanted to see what you looked like.�� She
could feel Constance�s weight on top of her.� Definitely not heavy, but she was quick and
strong.� �Obviously you have figured out
that you lose the use of your arms for that little stunt.� I�m going to stand up now.�� She stood up, and then with surprising ease,
she reached under Traci�s armpits and pulled her to her feet. �You have already
had your arms like that.� I think it�s
time to try something new.� You have two
choices.� One is to give me your word
that you won�t try anything like that again while I�m retying you.�� She paused.�
�What�s the other choice?�� �The
other is that I gag you, and put a leather discipline helmet on you and lace it
down tightly.� With your hands locked in
the mittens, there�s no way you could get it off.� I wouldn�t have to worry about you trying
anything.�� �I�ll take the first one� she
said quickly, �You have my word that I�ll behave and do everything you tell
me.�� �That�s what I like to hear.� That is your only warning.� Any more misbehaving and you�ll get no more
choices.� Understood?�� �Understood� she replied meekly.�� �
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