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MY ROPEVILLE ADVENTURE HOTEL STORY [ PART 4 ] Saturday: It must have been next morning when her "Mother" banged on the cage waking her. Two men then unbound and escorted her to the washroom while she went through her morning toilet, brushed her teeth and returned her to the "Studio". A bowl of cereal and orange juice was breakfast while the photographer loaded up. Accompanied by two guards they walked her around the room a few times to exercise her muscles, after a night in hog tie. Then they sprayed her with oil, and the photo shoot continued. This time she carried a long bullwhip, held suppliantly in her teeth. She crawled down with a horsewhip in her teeth. One trip with just high boots, thong and gloves. Another with very short leather skirt. Then a trip without the gloves, followed with one without the boots. Down to just the thong, she was posed on a white canopied "Princes" bed, cavorting with the black leather teddy bear, flogger, horsewhip and a black leather baby soother. Everything she wrote about in her stories was being acted out. It was just Saturday in her story line and the next was a day of strict rope bondage while she was dressed in leather. She wondered if hanging by her wrist, or the "Ride" on a horse was as painful or stimulating as she had wrote about. She was about to find out. Maybe it was a good thing this was taking place before she published the racking story. After feeding, they dressed her in a very slinky ankle leather dress, slit right up to her almost hips, or tried to. Even stripping her down to the thong, it simply would not go over her. Exasperated, her "Session" mother said; "This session is requested by the Asian collector we sent your measurements to. He had this dress made especially for you and ordered special shots" She took her aside and rubbed more of that scented oil all over her body. Then they walked her over to the elevated runway and tried again. This time though, two of the men held her ankles from runway height and lowered her upside down into the dress held by two more. When they righted her, she could hardly walk, and even the thong had slid off down to her feet. "Reality Check" thought Mary Ann. I must do more leather wear research. Red leather flats completed the costume. Then her hair was platted into one long single ponytail down her back. They carried her up to the runway, as she could not even bend her knees. As she started her first walk, she caught herself in a large mirror just brought over. "Dam but she looked great in leather, she thought. As she minced forward, and the camera flashed, she looked down at the males standing on both sides. But was disappointed as they just did not appear at all aroused by the sight of her slim form, fully revealed in the skin tight leather. "Well that part of the story isn't working out, she thought" When she returned to the start, a red leather arm binder was there in the hands of her "Mom". "You did not think this session did not contain restraint, did you?" After forcing her arms into the tight restraint, shackles were added to her ankles. The next walk was even slower. But when she turned at the end to return, she found they had advanced behind her. "Kneel" and the arm binder hands sock were attached to the ankle chains. After a few shots, they carried her to the ""Princess Bed" scene and posed her on it. Then attached a chain to a neck collar and a few shots of her chained to the foot of the bed. But the attendant males seemed totally oblivious to her femaleness amply displayed by the form fitting leather. She was disappointed, but by now she had to stifle yawns. "Enough shots for today" announced her "Scene" mom. They descended on her, stripping off the arm binder and everything else. Her "Mom" slipped on the thong, and then the men assisted with the bustier, leather gloves and thigh high boots. Two men escorted her first to the washroom and then her cage. As they bent her over to assist her in, she paused and after a short hesitation they bound her wrists, and elbows together. When she was lying on her thin coverlet they bound her ankles, arching her back into a hog tie, joining wrists to ankles. But as they walked away, she noted they sported obvious erections. For the very first time in months her sad face was replaced with a broad smile. |