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MY ROPEVILLE ADVENTURE HOTEL STORY [ part 7 ] Her first "Ride" "Mary Ann, we have a very special treat for you" Her "Scene" mother told the hog tied Mary Ann. "This next scene will net us a quarter million. Enough for that secluded ranch we always wanted in the California hills. You remember, the one were we said we could use to teach you how to be a sulky cart race pony?" Unfortunately Mary Ann's ball gag prevented any response. The two males undid the hog tie and walked her around to relieve her limbs. The "scene" mom was watching her carefully. They then walked her over to a large wooden sawhorse, its top rail a narrow leather ridge. They lifted the resigned supplicant on to the horse and tied her ankles and wrists to a ring on top of a post protruding from the rear. A chain went around the narrow leather clad waste to a ring on the front. She was effectively forced down onto the narrow ridge, her female cleft parted by its saw blade shaped leather ridges, running its length. The scene "Mother" leaned close to Mary Ann's ear. "Your mother and I have agreed, it is time for you to move from little girl to woman" She then produced an all-encompassing leather hood and Mary Anne's wide unbelieving eyes disappeared into its clutches. Totally sensory depravation was now Mary Ann's world. Only the ache in her hips and shoulders, from being drawn up behind her, kept her in reality. But another feeling was growing and driving all other sensations away. A part of her she had ignored was assuming its rightful place, and in doing so changing her concepts of being for the rest of her life. A future filled with literary accolades was ahead of her, but right now the first tingling sensations from her little button, as she attempted to move her hips to relieve the pressure on her limbs was all she could think about "George, it is time you went for a game of golf, followed by a long massage and cocktail or two" Mary Ann's mother told her father. "This next part is just between Mary Ann and me" " Yes, I think you are right, I would not let it continue" replied her father, as he grabbed his jacket and left. The TV showed his little princess's body totally encompassed in leather bound helpless to a sawhorse. Only the scene mother was left the four males and the photographer having exited after shooting a role of film. For the next two hours, each stood alone but joined by concern over Mary Ann's welfare. Two adult females watches closely as little preteen Mary Ann's hips slowly moved back and forth, first tentatively, then a little faster, finally tugging at the chains limiting movement in each direction. They both smiled, when the little form, now covered with sweat slumped forward, held up only by the restraints. Both checked watches, Mary Ann still had an hour to go. Mary Ann returned to reality as she felt hands moving over her body removing the leathers. Vision still blurred, and only small sounds of leather sliding and buckles undoing were coming to her ears. She tingled all over from new sensations, unsure she should, but at the same time knowing she would seek them again. They stood her up, and in the semidarkness half carried her to the same washroom, and back. The site of the washroom reminded her parents were photographing her pre-teen body in bondage again so they could sell them to rich voyeurs. Back on the bed, she was sat up and a drinking straw pushed into her lips. Warm tasty fluid flowed down her parched throat, as she drank her fill. Still sleepy she felt them start to strip of the Leather thong, but a murmur of protest, stopped that. They then proceeded to dress her in a skirt, knee socks, blouse saddle shoes and put a backpack on her. Must be a little schoolgirl scene next, her half-asleep mind told her, as she felt wrists being tied to ankles. And when she was slid into a duffel bag, took the opportunity to let go of the conscious world. |