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MY ROPEVILLE ADVENTURE HOTEL STORY [ part 6 ] Mary Ann's Sunday Scene Her "Scene" mother banging on her cage woke her again. Again two males unwrapped and guided her to the washroom for morning toilet. This time breakfast was eggs, cereal with fruit and a glass of orange juice. But they then held her by the elbows and moved her directly into the leather shop layout. Mary Ann had written the scene and was fully aware of what came next. Next was four males, each supporting an outstretched limb as they arched her back over a padded "T" and pulled the limbs downward to the four shackles at each end of the large wooden "X" it sprouted from. Spread eagle with her limbs stretched downward they adjusted the screw base of the "T" taking up the slack. A groan escaped from Mary Ann's mouth. Writing about and experiencing this degree of bondage were obviously two different things. The photographer clicked his way through two rolls of film before they released her. She thought her back would break. As they stood her up, she saw her sweat drenched form in the full-length mirror and thanked her stars she had not posted the racking story. Her "Mother" put a drinking tube in her mouth and she gratefully drank its sugared water. They dragged her over to an open area and sitting her down attached a spreader bar to her ankles. This was the part she really was not "Up" for. A whirring sound announced the decent of another spreader bar from the ceiling. Reluctantly she raised her arms and with wrist's securely spread, was drawn up. Up she went until her feet were about two feet off the floor. The photographer blazing away all the time. This really hurts she thought, I do not know if I can stand it, tears flowed and up in their room, her adopted parents stood, ready to terminate the scene. First her hands, then her shoulders went numb. Her hips hurt from being spread so wide, and it was getting hard to breathe. But the hotel staff knew the difference between writing and experiencing full suspension and lowered her down. After all they wanted to read more of her stories and wondered how this real time experience would effect them. An unbound rest on the bed followed, in the story; the cameraman had run out of film anyway. Her "Scene Mother" massaged her limbs and rubbed in medicated creams. "Look she is either a trained nurse or masseuse, kneading her muscles and bending the limbs to remove the strains of suspension" Her mother said in the darkness of their room. "I have watched her during the activities. She is in control, giving the others subtle hand signals and watching our daughters face all the time" "She is in good hands" After about an hour, they took her over to a four-foot square leather draped shape and lifted her on it. ""On hands and knees, head pulled all the way back, rear thrust up" ordered the "Scene Mom" "Kneel, hands behind head, fingers locked, elbows back" "Stand, hands on hips" "You are starting to like this posing in leather for boys aren't you?" asked her "Scene mom" "Yes" was the only word she spoke, but the smile that came to her mouth and eyes told even more. They took her over to a large round post and tied her arms up, but not strained. Next came a spider's web of rope crises-crossing her leather-clad form. Around the waist, across her hips and almost chest. Next multiple wraparounds of her ankles. Facing out from the post, Mary Ann found she could not move a muscle. Her "scene" stepmother heard a contented sigh as her charges little leather-clad body relaxed. A hand order from her and the crew withdrew to a coffee machine in the leather shop. She stayed and watched this little girl's content clearly shown on the relaxed face. The next few positions were not as relaxing, and a short break was in order. Unwrapped when they returned. Lunch being peanut buttered and jam sandwiches with milk. A walk to the washroom followed. Mary Ann was lost in the scene and no longer previewing the next action in her mind. She had crossed from author to supplicant. When they returned the positions was rougher. Ankles drawn up and back fasted at waist. Then, only briefly up to wrist height. Her body arching out from the post tears streaming. Next came a hunter's game suspension, hanging horizontally from a pole supported at each end on "X" frames. Finally bound by wrist to ankles, face up in a classic hog tie. But the climatic scene was next. While Mary Ann was in the hog-tie, a short conference was held. "The phone rang, Mary Ann's father answered. "Have we read her entire story?, well no, it is not my thing. You are kidding, I had better talk to her mother about that" He walked over, and for some reason whispered in his wife's ear. "Men" was all she said and walked over to the phone. "This is Mary Ann's mother, who am I speaking to? You are the one in charge, I see on the screen? Yes I saw her little smile too, when she saw the male's erections while binding her in the provocative leathers. Then we girls understand each other, and it is time she learned more of what her body can do for her. Yes I have read them all, I know about the hood. She is not afraid of the dark, make it the two full hours as she wrote it. Yes, she deserves it and I will handle her father" |