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MY ROPEVILLE ADVENTURE HOTEL STORY [ PART 3 ] Mary Ann’s Adventure Begins Mary Ann was not a plain child. The boys in her class watched her, but she pretended not to notice. About four foot six, long brown hair, pretty face, even now her breasts were "a handful". Promise of the future development of the 40+ set, they said her birth mother sported. But now what you mostly noticed was the sad face, big brown eyes and long skinny legs. She was hurrying home, another story, of the bondage adventures of her alter ego, half written in her mind. This one moving into introducing a little stretching on a bed rack, as her parents accented to photo sessions dictated by wealthy clients. Enough for a new sports car. No nudism, that would be much later for much more money. But a little spanking of a leather-covered rear was just a single scene in a future installment. Mary Ann did not notice the nondescript van following at a safe distance. She was in such a hurry to get her new story down on paper she decided to cut through the cemetery on the way home. As she approached the older, heavily treed section of the cemetery, the van pulled up along side. As she blissfully walked along, running through the new story in her head, two huge men dressed in black with baklava's covering their heads suddenly blocked her path. She tried to dodge, but two were behind. Tried to scream, but leather gloved hands wrapped them selves around legs, chest and mouth. She was carried to the open double doors of the van and dumped onto an old mattress. As One man still covered her mouth, another held her down with his knee in the middle of her back. A third swiftly bound her wrists, then elbows, knees and ankles. Then her hands were drawn back to her ankles in a classic hog tie. Turned over and balanced on her knees supported by two men. Finally a leather gag, with breathing holes, was forced into her mouth. Tears flowed down her face and she was shocked when one black face leaned close and said. "Mary Ann, we have read your stories and your parents thought you might want to really live out the "Dressed In Leather" one. You will not be raped, or assaulted, just dressed in leather, bound, photographed and then brought back" "Nod your head if you understand" "You do" "Do you want
it rough as you wrote it, or easy?" They then shoved her into the darkness of a large duffel bag, and drove off. The van traveled for quite a while before the duffel bag was picked up and carried. It was then dumped down on another harder surface. The noise and vibration she soon felt told her she was abroad a plane. Those vibrations soon slipped her into deep sleep. Mary Ann was woken when the bag was lifted up and carried again. By now the ropes were beginning to chaff. But it was a short trip and blinked under soft lights as she was slid out of her bag onto a hard bed. She attempted to roll over and nearly ended up on the floor, but two men grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back. The ropes started to come off, but each limb was held in strong hands. She panicked when they began removing her clothes, but they stopped at her panties. "Do you want to pee?" She nodded yes "We will walk you to the toilet" Two men, still holding her tight walked her to a small spare washroom. They turned her around, let go, and blocked the door by standing in the doorway. Mary Ann realized she would have pee right in front of them. With a beet red face, she pulled down her white panties, sat down and peed. After, she dried herself, replaced her panties and walked towards them. They smiled, grabbed each arm and led her back to the bed. She trembled as they approached the bed. Now laid out on it was all the leatherwear she had ever dreamed and wrote about. A curtain had been withdrawn, exposing a whole end of the room set out as a leather goods store, complete with modeling runway. Cameras on tripods, photographers light reflectors and everything she wrote about in her stories. "Strip" ordered a female voice. A lady in a very expensive blue dress ordered. It was just like her story! Four men and the woman stood there and watched as she reached down and slipped her panties off. The woman approached and she handed them to her. "You will not need these any more Mary Ann" And held out a little black leather triangle attached to three leather strips. A black leather thong. Mary Ann had always wanted to wear one. She fumbled with it until the frowning lady assisted her. On it was just as thrilling as she had written about. Her "Leather Scene" mother then picked up a clear bottle and began rubbing oil all over Mary Ann's body. As soon as she was done, she ordered. "Sit on the bed" Mary Ann did and two men proceded to slip long leather boots up her thin legs, and laced them up. "Stand" Mary Ann did, tottering on very high heels for the first time. And two other men approached to begin fitting a black leather bustier around her thin body. It must have been made for her as it fitted her little titties exactly. She gasped as one pushed her face down onto the bed and began pulling the lace-up back tight. "Sit Up" The first two men drew long shoulder length black leather gloves up her spindly arms, and laced them up. "Stand"
Mary Ann did, but started to fall over until two men caught her. Their
hands under her arms and on her firm young butt. Mary Ann nodded and started to walk towards the far wall, two men in attendance. They had to hold her up four times. On the return trip five times. After about an hour and thirty or forty trips it was down to one fall per trip. And a half-hour later she was doing it pretty well. "Over here Mary Ann" Her "Mother" ordered. Now if you make it down that runway once, you get a small plate of fries, another a hamburger, then a milkshake. With her empty stomach growling incentive Mary Ann walked carefully up the three stairs and negotiated the fifty feet of the catwalk a dozen times. Behind his large camera, with another hanging from his neck, the photographer snapped away. She made the walk with her hands bound behind her. A pause as she was fitted with a complete arm binder. And actually skipped down once caring a black leather teddy bear. As a reward the promised food was laid out and she ate standing up. It was very late by this time and the men, hand behind each elbow directed her to a corner and holding her head down, slid her into a dog cage with a thin blanket. They bound her wrists, elbows and ankles, completing it with a classic hog tie, wrists to ankles. They put in a bowl of water, turned down the lights and left. Mary Ann, not quite sure she was enjoying her stories made reality, eventually drifted off to sleep. |