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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS
only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.  If you
are under the age of 18 or 21 and reside in a state, country, or planet
that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!

   "My Bondage Valentine"

   Archiving permitted, but only if you include this statement of
limitation of use and notify the author by e-mail.

   The author forbids you to make, distribute, or sell multiple copies of
this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format.

   However, individual readers may make single copies of the story for
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   Copyright (C) 2008 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net

   Attn: Readers please feel free to send an e-mail to me.  I do want to
hear from you!

   "My Bondage Valentine" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net





   Once a month I have lunch with my girlfriend Brandi, and we discuss the
usual things.  Our jobs; clothes; shoes; and men.

   "How are things going with Mark?" she asked.

   Brandi and I are both 30, born just months apart, and we've been friends
since college when we shared a dorm room together.  She's in sales, and I'm
in advertising.  We both live on Long Island and work in NYC; taking the
train in everyday.

   Brandi is the more attractive of us, she's always been thin.  I'm well,
average.  Five feet five inches in heels, 130 pounds and I wear glasses. 
I'll never be in Vogue, that's for sure.

   "All right, but after what happened last Valentine's Day, this one is
going to be awkward," I replied.

   "OK, what happened last Valentine's Day?" Brandi asked.

   "In January, we were watching and adult film together before having sex,
and there was a woman on screen wearing a rubber bra and panty.  I said
that I'd really like to have that as a joke."

   "What happened next?"

   "On Valentines Day that's exactly what he gave me!  I never really meant
it!" I protested.

   "Did you at least wear it for him?" Brandi asked.

   "No, I just thanked him for it and put it in the bottom of my dresser
drawer.  It's in a red box, and each piece is wrapped in paper, and I think
there's talcum power to keep them from sticking."

   "How did Mark take it?"

   "Not well, I'm afraid I hurt his feelings.  The next weekend he gave me
a watch."

   "You could at least have worn it for him once you know," said Brandi.

   "But that nothing compared to what happened in April."

   "What did you do in April?" Brandi demanded.

   "Remember when my computer was infected with a virus?" I said.

   "How could you let your computer get a virus these days?" Brandi asked,
"Anti-Virus programs are even free these days on the net?"

   "I let my subscription lapse.  Anyway when I called Mark to ask if I
could use his PC he said to come right over.  We live only about fifteen
minutes apart.  So he welcomed me to his apartment, took my coat, and sat
me down in front of his PC and brought up Word, since I had to write a
short report."

   "What happened next?"

   "He was in the kitchen making coffee, and I decided to peek at his
computer.  In My Documents I discovered that he writes porn for the
Internet!  From the titles, I guessed they were Bondage Porn!  When I went
into My Pictures, I found dozens of pictures of girls in leather, latex,
all tied up in straps, chains, rope!  I was scrolling through that when I
gasped, and he came running into the room."

   "Wow, Amy, that's pretty good.  Your boyfriend lets you into his place
to use his PC, and you start nosing around.  Why didn't you just ask him
for his credit report and bank balance while you were at it?"

   "We had a long talk, and he admitted that he wrote Bondage Fiction,
showed me his book collection starting with "Story of O" and "The Image"
and paperbacks from Virgin Books; Silver Moon; and others.  I just listened
quietly, apologized for snooping, and asked to do my work.  We had coffee
and didn't mention it again."

   Brandi just sat in her chair and whistled in surprise.

   "That's deep, Amy," Brandi replied.

   "I told him that I wanted to continue seeing him, and that his hobby was
OK by me, but that I wasn't interested.  Then he called me later on in the
week, and we resumed dating as normal, and we never talked about it again."

   "Didn't Mark also take care of your cat when you were away on business?"

   "I gave him my key as a mark of trust, that it would be a way of showing
that I believed in him.  When I got back home not only had he cleaned the
cat box, but also went food shopping for me!"

   "That was very considerate of him, wasn't it?"

   "Yes," I admitted.

   "Now Mark is the same guy who stayed with you that September weekend
when you got sick, right?" Brandi asked.

   "I called him Saturday to say I wasn't feeling very well, but he came
over to my apartment anyway.  We didn't go out but watched TV together, and
then went to bed, and didn't have sex, I was so nauseous by then!  In the
middle of the night I got up and threw up into my garbage pail on the side
of the bed.  Mark felt my tummy, said it was either gastritis or
appendicitis and insisted he take me to the hospital.  Of course that's
exactly what it was, and he called my parents to come from upstate while I
was in surgery."

   "You know Amy this is the first man you've gone out with for a long time
who has his head screwed on right," Brandi pointed out.

   "What do you mean by that?" I asked defensively.

   "Remember when you told me that his car was paid off; he lived modestly;
no jewelry; expensive cars or clothes?  That he only drinks modestly, and
no drugs?  Men like that are hard to find, you know."

   "But he's got this bondage thing!" I pointed out.

   "OK, Amy, let's review some of your recent men: Todd, who couldn't stop
playing the ponies at Aqueduct or OTB; Sam, who was always asking you for
money; Frank, who only loved his sports car; and Tommy, who couldn't stop
drinking.  Is that a complete list or did I miss someone?" Brandi asked.

   "Yeah," I answered.

   "And how is the sex with Mark?"

   "He's the best lover I've ever had in bed.  He knows how to excite me
with foreplay, is a skilled lover with his cock, and cuddles me afterward,
not just rolling over and going to sleep."

   "What's his number?" Brandi asked.

   "Why?"

   "If you don't want him, and since I'm not seeing anyone at the moment
maybe I'll go out with him.  And I'll gladly wear a rubber bra and panty
for him.  I let a guy spank me in one relationship, and another tied me up
and made me wear handcuffs.  Another asked me to wear high heels and a
leather skirt.  No big deal!"

   "What?  That's kinky sex!" I protested.

   "No Amy, that's satisfying your boyfriend.  A man whose feelings you
hurt by not wearing his Valentine's Day gift; then snooping on his
computer; from a man who stayed by you when you were really sick and took
you to the hospital.  I'm surprised that he hasn't left you by now for a
more tolerant woman."

   "But..But," I sputtered.

   "What's his screen name anyway?  I'd like to read some of his fiction,
or maybe I have already by accident?  There's some very good fiction out
there on the Net, and I can't believe that these people do it for no pay!"

   "You're kidding!  You read porn?"

   "Why not?  I don't have to go to porn shop, not that they sell books
anymore.  I can sit in my pajamas eating ice cream at my notebook, scan
websites and the newsgroups, and see some pretty good stuff."

   "I never would have figured," I answered.

   "There, so my little secret is out," Brandi answered.

   "But what do I do about Valentine's Day?" I asked, "how can I keep Mark
as my boyfriend?"

   "The first thing is that you're going to go home and start wearing his
rubber gift!  How would you like to do something really wild?" Brandi
asked.

   "What do you have in mind?" I asked.

   "Do you want to keep Mark as your boyfriend?"

   "Sure," I answered.

   "Do you want to give him the best Valentine's Day gift?"

   "Yes!  What can I give him?"

   "You," Brandi replied, "let me tell you what I have in mind..."

   Valentine's Day

   When the phone rang, I knew that Mark was on the way.  I picked up the
receiver, and sure enough it was him.  He told me that he would be over
shortly to pick me up for dinner.  I told him to use my key, and tried to
sound mysterious.

   I ran to the bedroom, and removed my bathrobe.  I was wearing his rubber
bra & panty, plus a pair of locking three inch high heels that Brandi & I
bought on a shopping trip to NYC.

   But that wasn't the only thing that we had bought!

   I sat myself down in my wooden bedroom chair which we had found was
ideal for my bondage.  Making sure that everything was close by (I had
rehearsed self-bondage with Brandi watching several times) I chained my new
shoes to the chair legs, which had decorative holes just large enough for a
small chain to run through them.

   With my heart pounding I locked a D-ring Collar around my neck, closing
the small keyed lock.  I pulled at it to make sure that it was closed. 
Next I placed a small chain around my neck that had all the keys to my
bondage.  I picked up the penis gag which had a small breathing hole.  In
the store I agonized over to buy the ball-gag or this, but as a novice I
thought it was better that I had something I could breath through.  It was
quite an interesting experience getting used to wearing it!

   I placed the penis gag in my mouth, closed the roller buckle firmly.

   "Mmmmmmph!" was all I could manage from behind the gag.  Until Mark
removed it, the gag was going to stay between my lips.

   Finally, I picked up the gleaming pair of stainless steel handcuffs. 
This was it, the final step!  I could either chicken out, or lock them
around my wrists!

   Now or never!

   I locked one cuff around my left wrist, and placed both arms behind the
chair.  I locked the other cuff, and I was a prisoner of my own making!

   I glanced at my bedroom digital clock, it was just past 7 PM.  Mark
would usually take just minutes to get to my apartment; the most he ever
took was half and hour.  Brandi was waiting in her apartment and she would
call me at 8 PM; if there was no answer she would come to my place and set
me free.

   Ever since Brandi had come up with the idea of me placing myself in
Bondage a gift for Mark I had been "training" for tonight.  Wearing the
rubber bra & panty.  Wearing the high heels locked upon my feet (once
realizing that I had to run an errand I wore them outside, complete with
the little locks!  I didn't realize I had them on until a woman asked me
where she could get a pair!); being gagged for longer and longer periods of
time; and the handcuffs!

   Finally, tonight, Valentine's Day, it had all come together!  So there I
sat in my wooden chair, ankle chains holding me immobile and wearing
rubber, gagged, with my wrists cuffed behind my back.

   "Mmmmmph!" was the only sound that I could make in my position.

   Looking at myself in the bedroom mirror, I realized just how strange
this idea really was!  Had I really acted so prudishly with Mark?  After
all, I always watched Adult films as a prelude to sex!  So why was I so
against using any bondage before?

   I pulled at my handcuffs again, and there was no escaping the implacable
steel that was holding me prisoner.  I breathed through my rubber penis
gag, my mouth welded to the shape of the male member within.  I stared at
myself in the mirror, and realized just how sexually excited I was.  I
decided that on my next trip to the city I just knew that I was going to
buy something else at that fetish shop!

   Brandi and I had both tried on Catsuits!  I couldn't believe the feel of
it, like a second black gleaming skin that hugged every curve of my body! I
wore it with my new heels, and could barely restrain myself from buying it
right there!

   "Mmmmmmph!"

   I breathed through my nose and the small hole in the penis gag.  My lips
surrounded the rubber gag made in the shape of a male cock, and having it
in my mouth for an extended period of time was making me very sexually
excited!  I began to think that sex toys weren't all that bad!  Everything
made me feel like I was exploring new sexual territory.  After this, there
would be no going back!

   Then I heard the key turn in the lock!

   "Amy?" Mark called as he opened the door, "what's this?" was followed by
the sound of the front door closing.

   On the carpet I had placed a red arrow pointing to the bedroom door.  I
heard the sounds of Mark removing his jacket and placing it in my closet,
and then he entered the bedroom, and it was his turn to gasp!

   "Amy, what's going on?"

   "Mmmmmmph!" I replied, the gag silencing any other reply.

   Mark was carrying a dozen roses, and what I guessed was a box of candy.
Maybe he had a jewelry box in his jacket as well.  But now, I was the
present!

   He put both on the night table, and walked behind me and opened the
strap holding the gag in my mouth.  I opened my lips, and it was out! 
Glancing at the clock I discovered that I had been in bondage for less than
thirty minutes.

   "What's going on?" Mark asked.

   In all the time we had been going out I never thought that he looked
more handsome than right now!  He was wearing a mock turtleneck sweater,
black jeans, and black slip on shoes.

   "Hello, Master!" I greeted him.

   "I'm not your Master," he replied, "at least not yet.  Why are you in
bondage?" he asked.

   "Mark, I'm sorry for the way I've treated you over the last year. 
You've always been so nice to me, and all I've ever done is to ignore your
kindness.  When you gave me the rubber bra & panty I should have worn them
to please you.  I'm sorry I snooped in your PC."

   "Where did the bondage idea come from?" he asked.

   "I went out for lunch with my friend Brandi, and she suggested the idea.
We went to a fetish shop in the city and bought the toys that are holding
me captive."

   "It's very dangerous doing self-bondage!" he cautioned, "what would have
happened if I had a car accident coming over here?"

   "At 8 PM my girlfriend Brandi is going to call.  If there's no answer
she'll drive right over and release me," I proudly answered.

   "This is quite a project," said Mark as he sat on the bed, still holding
onto my penis gag.

   "Did you like having this in your mouth?" Mark asked.

   "I felt really slutty with my lips surrounding the latex cock," I
answered.

   "How does the bondage make you feel?"

   "Helpless, and very sexy."

   "That's because you've lost control of your body.  That's the first
thing you learn in a D/s relationship," Mark commented, "do you know how
vulnerable you are?"

   "No," I answered.

   Mark reached out with his left hand and began to play with my left
nipple, which was already hard under the latex cup of the bra.

   "Excited, aren't we?" Mark asked.

   "I joined a bondage site, and for the last two weeks I've been
downloading pictures of girls in bondage, and small videos also.  I have to
admit, they made me really hot!" I admitted.

   "I that what you want?" Mark asked, "to be placed in bondage and go
under the lash?"

   "Last night I watched one where a woman was bound into a body harness
and a Domme used a riding crop on her.  I got so wet!  I took my vibrator
and used it while I watched the video - twice!"

   "That's quite a change from the look you gave me when you found the
Bondage porn on my PC," Mark observed.

   "I'm sorry that I snooped, please forgive me?" I asked.

   "Forgiven," Mark replied, "but that still leaves you in bondage, doesn't
it?" he smiled mischievously.

   "You like seeing women tied up now," said Mark.

   "Yes, even better if they're wearing latex or some other fetish
garment," I replied eagerly.

   At that moment, the phone started ringing!  A glance at the clock showed
it was 8 PM.

   "That's my friend Brandi.  If I don't pick up, she'll be over here to
release me," I answered.

   Mark picked up the phone and held it to my mouth and ear.

   "Amy, are you all right?" Brandi asked.

   "I'm fine Brandi.  Mark is here and we're having a nice chat."

   "Are you still tied in the chair?"

   "Yes."

   "He hasn't released you yet?"

   "No."

   "I'll leave you two love birds alone then, have a nice night!"

   "Thanks Brandi!"

   "Bye!"

   Mark placed the receiver back on the cradle, and I wondered what he was
going to ask next.

   "Have you been wearing my gift since your friend came up with this
idea?"

   "Yes, and not just at home.  I've even worn it outside under a dress,
and it makes me feel very sexy inside, like I have a secret."

   His right hand snaked it's way down to my pussy, and his hot fingertips
massaged my rubber clad sex.

   "Ahhhhh!" I moaned.

   His hand continued to massage and probe my rubber clad pussy!  His
fingers reached down and under my crotch, and he cradled my hot sex in his
hand, while his thumb flicked across my latex clad cunt!

   "Ahhhhh!" I moaned again.

   I had read that there's something different about having sex if you're
helpless, and I didn't believe it was true until this moment.  My hands
strained against the cuffs, even as his assault on my pussy continued!

   I looked at the penis gag on my bed, would wearing that now increase my
sensations as well?

   Just when I was ready to come, my body all hot and bothered and eager
for my first climax in bondage, all of a sudden Mark withdrew his hand,
leaving me disappointed!

   "Mark!  I was just about to come!" I protested.

   "True," he said, "but we're not in bed having regular sex.  You've
placed yourself at my mercy by being in bondage.  I'll decide when you get
to have an orgasm, and not before!"

   "But I was almost there!"

   "If you want me to be your Master, that's one of the things you'll have
to learn, unless you want to be punished," he answered.

   "If I can't have an orgasm, maybe you'll release me so we can go to
Dinner?" I asked.

   "You said you read my fiction, right?"

   "Yes."

   "Then you should know that there's a certain way you have to ask a
Master."

   "Owwww!" I cried when he pinched my nipple.

   "Surely you must have learned something while reading?"

   "Please, Master, release me so that we can go to Dinner?" I begged.

   "That's better!" he replied.

   He removed the chain from around my neck and unlocked my handcuffs.  I
didn't move my hands until he had knelt and freed my ankle chains to the
chair.  When he stood up and sat on the bed I remained seated with my hands
still behind me.

   "You may rise." he ordered.

   I brought my hands forward and massaged my wrists, glad that I hadn't
clicked the ratchets too tightly to cut off circulation.  Then I cautiously
got to my feet, took a step, and knelt at Mark's feet.

   "Master Mark, please make me your love slave?" I humbly asked.

   "That's quite a request," he said, "do you have any idea of what's
involved?"

   "I don't, Master, but I'm sure it will test me as a woman," I replied.

   "You said that you had gone into a fetish shop, what was your impression
of the place?" he asked.

   "I couldn't believe that all the fetish clothes and all that bondage
equipment is actually for sale!  When Brandi and I walked into that store,
the aroma of latex almost gave me an orgasm!  It was the weirdest thing I
could ever imagine!" I replied.

   "So now you want to learn more?"

   "Yes."

   "I introduced a previous girlfriend to the scene; after we split up she
said that I'd 'ruined her' because regular sex just wasn't enough for her
any more, that she enjoyed being placed in bondage and receiving some mild
discipline."

   "That's incredible," I answered.

   "You may remove your collar, that will attract attention, and get
dressed.  We have reservations for dinner at 8:30 so we better get going.
You can keep your locking high heels on," Mark ordered.

   I chose my red dress, and Mark zipped me into it.  It hugged all of my
curves, and wearing my latex underneath made me feel all sexy.  I left the
gag (which Mark made me wash in the bathroom) and my handcuffs on the
dresser, along with the D-ring collar.

   Dinner was at a great steakhouse, and we had Porterhouse for two.  In
fact there was so much, we ended up having it wrapped up to take home. 
Mark wanted to go the movies, so we dropped off the leftovers at his place.

   "Do you have any other bondage toys?" I asked as he placed the paper bag
in the fridge.

   "A few," he answered.

   "I'd like to see," I asked.

   "Don't you want to go to the movies?" he questioned.

   "I'll bet that what you have might be more interesting than any movie."

   "All right, he answered, "let's go down to the playroom."

   Mark owned his own house, since his parents had given it to him before
they retired to Arizona.  In all the time we had dated, I had spent the
night within him here only once, and after my discovery of his "interest" I
had never broached the subject again.  The basement was puzzling.  There
was a room with the heating system, a washer & dryer; and a workroom.  But
there was another door, which Mark unlocked and opened.

   "Enter," he said.

   The room must have been designed as a basement apartment, but Mark had
changed it!  There was a large cage big enough for a person; chains hanging
from the walls; a rack containing all sorts of things (crops; whips;
paddles!); and a chain hanging from the ceiling - which I guessed that he
might be hanging me from!

   "Wow!" I said, "I can't believe this!"

   "It's a good thing that houses weren't built one on top of another here,
so there's some distance between me and my neighbors.  I only have a few
neighbors, and they're not that close; which has allowed me to create my
little playroom down here," he described.

   "Where did you get the cage from?" I asked.

   "It's obviously a large dog cage.  I got it from a garage sale and it
was never used; I still have the box, in fact."

   "May I look over your wall rack?"

   "Go right ahead," Mark answered.

   I looked over his "toy" rack, and I was familiar with his selection.  I
picked up a riding crop and ran my hand down it's length.

   "Do you really use this on naked girls?" I asked.

   "Would you like a demonstration?" he replied.

   I put the crop back and removed a large, triangular piece of red leather
with two straps hanging from it.

   "What's this?" I asked.

   "A good friend of mine, Mistress Sally, just gave that to me.  Her
career as a Domme is over now that she's a Mom with two kids.  It's an
armbinder, one of the most confining devices ever."

   "How does it work?" I asked, "you mentioned it in once of your stories,
but I forgot."

   "Your arms are zipped inside the leather glove, and then the straps are
locked above your shoulders.  Impossible to get out of, and very painful
after a while since your arms are welded together."

   "I'd like to try it?" I asked.

   "From prude to bondage slut in one jump!  That's quite a change, isn't
it Amy?" Mark questioned.

   "Yes," I answered, "I realized that I want to be a more sexual person,
not just lay in bed as you make love to me."

   "You didn't just lay there like some girls, you matched my thrusts,"
Mark answered.

   "Thank you, but Brandi pointed out to me that sex could be so much more
than just lovemaking, and now that I have an opportunity to experience
something different I'd like to take it," I said.

   "What did you think of the Fetish Shop?" he asked.

   "I can't believe that there is an entire industry devoted to making
things to place girls in bondage and punish them," I said.

   "Not just girls, plenty of men go under the lash too.  I can introduce
you to my Dominatrix friends who'll glad stripe your bottom."

   "Wow!  There are women into this also!"

   "Yes, both as Dominants and submissives," Mark answered.

   "Instead of going to the movies I'd rather stay here," I said.  I walked
over to Mark and knelt on the carpet, and presented him with the armbinder,
"please place me in this?" I asked.

   "You're a cheap Valentine date," Mark answered, "but if you desire a
scene, so be it!"

   "A scene?" I asked.

   "I'll give you a little sample of what you can expect, Amy.  A spanking,
some bondage, I'll hang you from the ceiling, then place you in the
armbinder for a while.  Is that what you'd like?" he questioned.

   "Yes," I answered.

   Seeing everything in his playroom made me feel like I had in the Fetish
Shop; all sexually excited!  Plus the experience of eating out while
wearing the rubber bra & panty.  When I had excused myself to go to the
Ladies room, and I had to delicately pull the rubber from my body it felt
like it was welded to me!  Underneath I was all hot, sweaty, and bothered,
and if I had a vibrator in my purse I would have plunged it into my hot,
wet, sex!

   Sitting in the stall I wondered if the woman next to me had glanced down
and seen the black rubber panties around my ankles!  Since it was
Valentine's Day I knew that many women were now receiving gifts of
lingerie. Few would get Rubber Fetish garments!

   After I finished I carefully pulled the rubber panties up my legs, and
back on, careful not to rip them!  I had worn them repeatedly since Brandi
had suggested the idea so they felt normal to me.  I had worn them on
errands, shopping trips, even to the Library!

   My neighbor in the next stall had exited as the same time as me, and we
washed our hands next to one another.  She was a woman in her thirties, and
nicely dressed.  I could see the way her eyes looked over my shoes, seeing
the small locks that held the ankle strap in place.

   "Did your boyfriend make you dress like this?" she asked.

   "No, I dressed this way for him myself," I answered, "it makes me feel
sexy."

   "My husband doesn't care if I wear a sack," she answered.

   "Try going online, I'm sure that you'll find something to excite him," I
suggested.

   "I'll give that a try," she replied.

   "Good luck!" I told her, like I was suddenly an expert in the field of
kinky sex!

   There comes a moment in every girl's life when she decides that this is
THE MOMENT to undress before a man.  That he is THE ONE, for whatever
reason.

   I had, of course, undressed many times before in front of Mark: in my
bedroom; a package of condoms on the night table, with sex next on the
agenda.  But this was different!  Here I was, in my red dress, wearing his
rubber gift underneath, in his playroom surrounded by all sorts of bondage
devices asking to be bound and punished, just like I'd read in his stories.
It all seemed too weird.

   "May I get undressed, Master Mark?" I asked.

   "Yes," he said.

   I placed the armbinder back on it's hook, and I noticed a small shelf
and a clothes hanger hanging from a hook nearby.  Without prompting I
walked over (my heels clicking on the floor); and managed to unzip myself.
I stepped out of my red dress; and hung it up.  Then I removed my rubber
bra; folding it carefully and placing it on the shelf; and carefully
slipped the rubber panties from my hips, letting them fall to the floor. 
They joined the bra on the shelf!

   There I was, naked in the playroom!

   Mark had sat himself down in a large wooden chair, and I knew what was
expected of me next!

   Clicking my heels back to the wall rack I again removed the dreaded
armbinder.  Should I take the paddle as well?  Or the riding crop?  Was it
a breach of etiquette to take more than one thing?  Strangely, all of the
bondage fiction I'd read never had anything to say about it.

   I meekly walked back to Mark, and knelt before him naked and presented
the armbinder, figuring that he would choose whatever punishment instrument
he wanted to use on me.

   "Is this what you want?" Mark asked.

   "Yes, Master," I answered.

   "No intermediate bondage steps?  Right to the armbinder?"

   "Yes, Master," I replied.

   "As you wish," he said, "stand up and turn around."

   I did as he ordered, and placed my arms palm to palm, figuring that this
was the way I was supposed to be.

   "Very good," he complimented.

   I stood still as the leather encased my hands and he pulled the
armbinder up around my forearm, next below my shoulders.  Then he zipped it
up ever so carefully!  At once my arms were held together, and my breasts
stuck out obscenely from my chest!  Mark then closed the strap at the
binder's top, securing the roller buckle.

   Working silently, he next drew the shoulder straps around me, locking
them both in place by means of the same method.  Once complete, he sat back
in his chair.

   "All done!  Why don't you go look at yourself in the mirror?" he
suggested.

   "Yes, Master," I answered.

   I walked carefully over to the mirror, since the armbinder had changed
my center of gravity!  With my arms taken away from me I now had to walk
carefully indeed!

   Seeing myself in the mirror was like seeing a different person!  I was
naked and exposed, my skin still bearing the imprint of the rubber that I
had worn for so long.  My sexy locking high heels made me feel naughty. 
But the armbinder that encased my limbs and made me helpless; which made my
chest thrust out obscenely; made me feel like a different person.

   "If it hurts, ask me to take it off right away," he cautioned, "the
armbinder is for more advanced submissives."

   "I'm fine, Master Mark." I told him.

   The confinement imposed by the armbinder is total!  There's no way that
a naked girl could ever possibly escape from it.  With my arms palm to palm
drawn tightly together (welded is a good description), and the strap at my
upper arm, and the shoulder straps, I was a prisoner until released.

   "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, "Not for sale at Macy's."

   "No, I answered, "the armbinder wouldn't be for sale at Macy's - or any
other store in the mall, Master!"

   For the first time, I was suddenly fearful.  Here I was, naked in his
playroom, surrounded by all of these things meant to be used on naked
girls! I'd always watched movies where the heroine was tied up and tortured
in movies; and now here I was for real!

   I stared at myself in the mirror, took a few steps here and there, and
wondered what was going to happen next.  Should I ask to be punished, or
would Mark just grab me and begin?

   "Come here," he ordered.

   Gingerly I stepped back to his chair, and waited in front of him.  He
looked different somehow, now that I was helpless!

   "Turn around," he ordered.

   I did so, and I was relieved when I watched as he loosened the shoulder
straps!  Next he opened the strap at the top of the armbinder, and he
unzipped the armbinder from my limbs.

   "Ahhhhh!" I moaned.

   "I only wanted you in the armbinder for a half-hour," he said, "later on
you'll be able to wear it longer," he said as he slipped the confining
leather from me.

   "Thank you, Master," I told him gratefully.

   Actually, I was glad that he had removed the thing from me!  I enjoyed
the feeling of helplessness that I got from wearing it, but it was
beginning to strain my shoulders!  My nipples were hard and my sex was wet,
but I was happy to be free of the armbinder for now.

   "Still want a scene ?" he asked.

   "Yes, Master!" I answered.

   "Don't you want to try a mild spanking first?" Mark asked.

   "As long as I'm in a Dungeon, I'd like to experience something a little
more intense.  Could I be punished with a riding crop, please?" I asked.

   I wasn't going to leave his playroom without experiencing at least some
form of discipline!  If I had gone this far I wasn't going to chicken out
now!

   "Very well.  I want you to get a collar from the wall, matching wrist
bracelets, and to spreader bars from my toy collection.  I'll hang you from
the ceiling in the shape of an X and use the riding crop on you," he said.

   "Yes, Master!"

   I couldn't believe this!  If you had told me two months earlier I'd be
standing naked in Mark's house wanting to be tied and punished, I'd have
said you were crazy!  But now my pussy was all wet with desire!

   I selected the collar first, locking it around my neck, followed by the
wrist cuffs.  I removed the two spreader bars, and walked back to Mark and
knelt before him, who had again seated himself like a Master of his Domain.

   "Very good," he answered.

   "Thank you."

   "Do your arms feel better?" he asked.

   "Yes, they're fine."

   "Good, go to the ceiling chain and I'll confine you there, and you'll be
cropped with your feet on the floor.  Later I'll hang you without any
contact with the floor," he said coldly.

   In a few minutes I was naked; my body in the shape of an X.  Totally
helpless, I looked at myself in the mirror.  I was shockingly exposed!  My
breasts, my underarms, my thighs, and my sex were all easily accessible to
the riding crop that Mark had placed on a silver tray on a high stool right
in front of me!

   The usual question for a girl is whether she is "good" or "bad" for
having sex with a boyfriend.  I wondered what my position of helplessness
made me?

   The answer was simple: a slave girl, awaiting punishment from her
Master.

   Just a few hours before, I'd locked myself into bondage awaiting my
boyfriend Mark before he picked me up for Valentine's Day dinner.  Now I
was naked in his bondage playroom waiting for him to use a riding crop on
me!

   Once I had gone out with a man who was literally scared to death to
touch me!  I told him that I liked it a little rough in bed, that I wanted
him to use me "as a man" hoping that it would liven him up once and for
all. One night I got up from under the covers, and up on all fours and told
him place his hands on my hips and take me from behind.

   That was the last I ever saw of him.

   After Mark had released me from the armbinder, I located the collar and
bracelets that he wanted me to wear.  The collar was made of black leather,
and had four D-rings around it's circumference, no doubt to attach things
to!  I placed the collar around my neck, and secured it use the use of a
small lock that was nearby.  After closing the lock, I pulled at the
leather collar.  There would be no getting it off until it was unlocked,
and the key didn't seem to be anywhere!

   Then I locked both my wrists in similar bracelets, and I was beginning
to feel more like a slave girl!  I'd stripped off my clothes to go bed with
guys, sure!  But to be naked and confine myself in bondage devices?  This
was bringing sex to a whole new level for me!

   I found the two spreader bars easily enough, and brought them over to
the ceiling chain.  Mark had placed a stool nearby to indicate it's
location!

   I stood there, uncertain about what to do next.  Should I again kneel,
or ask to be confined?  My dilemma was solved when Mark appeared next to
me.

   "Are you ready for your bondage?" he asked.

   "Yes, Master," I answered.

   "Good, stand under the chain and open your legs," he ordered.

   I did so, and he took one of the spreader bars and taking one of the
small locks from his pocket, secured one end to my right locking heel! 
These shoes had more than one use!  My left heel was next attached and my
legs were opened and I couldn't close them!

   "Right hand, please!" he asked, "left hand!"

   My hands were confined to the other bar, just as my ankles had been to
the first!  Mark then raised my hands above my head and snap-locked the
spreader bar to the ceiling chain, but I still had some slack and freedom
of movement.

   He walked over to the wall and activated a small switch.  At once I
heard a motor whine, and suddenly the chain began to tighten!  By skillful
use of the motor Mark put just enough tension in the chain that my feet
could just gain a slight purchase on the floor.

   "How do you like it?" Mark asked.

   "I'm not sure, Master!"

   I was stretched taut and vulnerable!  My pretty breasts stuck out again,
just like they had when my arms were encased in the armbinder.  But now my
legs were open and I couldn't close them!

   "I'll be right back," said Mark, "don't go anywhere!"

   Mark left me alone hanging in his playroom!  I pulled at my wrist cuffs,
but I knew that there was no escape!  I could see myself in the mirror, and
what a sight I looked like!

   Naked, exposed, vulnerable!  Whatever adjective that you want to use
could fit me just now!  Here it was Valentine's Day, and I recalled that a
previous guy had given me a Valentine's Day pendant with diamonds (I still
had it in my jewelry box!) for the holiday.  Now I was giving a gift: of my
own naked body!

   Next I heard the sounds of Classical Music from upstairs!  Mark had
turned the stereo system on, no doubt to use the sounds to muffle my
screams from the crop!

   I recalled that from one of the DVDs I had bought, and now it was to be
used for me!  Again I pulled at my chains, but they were implacably locked
upon my wrists.  There would be no escape for me until I was punished.

   But now, by my own choice, here I was, helpless, naked and in bondage,
waiting for Mark to use a riding crop on me!

   I shivered (even though the playroom wasn't a bit cold) with
anticipation.  How would I react under the crop?  Would I feel pain and
pleasure like I had read about?

   Mark appeared before me, and casually picked up the riding crop, flexing
it between his fingers.  I watched in dreaded fascination as he handled the
instrument of torment.

   "Is this what you want?" he asked.

   "Yes, Master," I answered.

   "Kiss the crop," he ordered.

   I kissed the proffered handle of the riding crop which was soon going to
marking my naked body!

   "How do you feel?" Mark asked.

   "Scared, Master," I replied.

   "Because of the pain you may experience or what you may discover about
yourself?" Mark demanded.

   "Both, Master!"

   Truth was, I was terrified.  The first time I'd been with a man it was
just a brief moment of pain when he penetrated me, and I was little sore
afterwards.

   "You're so exposed right now," he observed.

   "Yes, Master."

   "With the crop I can strike anywhere I want without mercy," he said.

   "Yes, Master," I agreed.

   Holding the crop in his left hand, he brushed the tip against my left
nipple, which was erect.  Then he tapped the tip against the underside of
my left breast, and then between my breasts!

   I sucked in a cautious breath as the crop explored my naked body, and my
punishment hadn't even started yet!

   The tip traced it's way down my tummy finally coming to my sex!  I
thought that Mark would press the crop between my legs and force the tip
inside me, but instead he ran the tip over the sensitive skin of the inside
of my thighs!

   "If I strike you here, you'll scream horribly," Mark observed.

   "Yes, Master."

   "Is that where you want to be punished?" he asked.

   "No Master, but you may use my body wherever you desire," I replied.

   "Just so that you understand your position now that you're in chains,"
Mark answered, "you're totally at my mercy."

   "Yes, Master!"

   My naked body was taut with excitement as I waited for my punishment to
begin.  What had started with me confining myself to my wooden bedroom
chair would now reach it's climax with me being punished with a riding
crop, all by my own choice!

   "Since you've been doing all the research, what is your safeword?  I'm
sure that you must have been thinking about one all this time?" he asked.

   "Pain," Master Mark.

   "That's good, at least you didn't choose something as unoriginal as
mercy," he said, "now ready yourself for the crop!"

   My body taut within it's steel and leather prison, I awaited the final
(or was it the start) of my debasement.  I wondered just what my girlfriend
Brandi was doing this evening.  Probably curled up in front of the TV
watching a romantic movie for the holiday, and here I was about to be
cropped by my boyfriend!

   When the first stroke of the crop struck the outside of my thigh I
screamed with all of my lungs, as all of the tension in my body was
released in one instant of time.  However, I felt pretty silly when I
realized that all I had received was a modest stroke, not a severe one.

   "Feel better?" Mark asked.

   "Yes, Master," I answered.

   The first stroke had broken the ice, and I realized that the crop was
capable of light as well as harsh strokes.

   "Since you're a novice I'll bring you along slowly," he said.

   "Thank you, Master," I replied.

   Mark circled around me like a shark orbiting it's prey, striking out
with the crop onto various parts of my exposed flesh.  Onto some areas of
skin I received a mild tap, onto others the crop sliced across my virgin
skin.  I had read that some Masters had their slaves count every stroke,
but Mark had dispensed with that.  Instead he administered stroke after
stroke that gradually accustomed me to the bite of the crop.

   Some strokes he would use the folded lather tip at the end of the crop;
for others he would strike me with the body of the crop; which was leather
cased bamboo.  During the major strokes I would gasp and moan, my
fingertips buried in my palms, tears beginning to run down my cheeks.

   My feet vainly sought purchase on the floor, and my body wanted to
escape from the crop's punishment.  But I was helpless in my chains!  What
could a naked girl do when confined like this?

   Worse, I had put myself in this position!  Was I out of my mind?

   Abruptly, Mark stopped!  Just as I had gotten used to the relentless
assault on my flesh, my ordeal had stopped.  Or had it?

   "How do you feel?" Mark asked.

   "Please stop!" I cried instinctively, "there's better things to do with
naked girls tha use the crop on them?" I pointed out.

   Mark reached out with his right hand, his forefinger and index finger
extended and plunged them into my hot hole!  He thrust them several times
inside me, making me moan and buck inside my chains, embarrassing me even
more then my response under the crop.

   Finally, he withdrew them and showed me my juices on his fingers.

   "The mouth says no but the body says yes!  Your body betrays you, Amy.
You may resist the crop mentally but you crave it all the same.  This is
what you have desired all the time, even if you never knew it!"

   I opened my mouth to protest, only to have thrust his juice clad fingers
into my mouth, and I didn't have to be told to lick them clean.  My
response under the crop was further evidence of my debasement under the
crop.

   "You are doing very well, Amy.  After a few more strokes of the crop
I'll be done for this evening, and then I shall take you to my bedroom and
continue using you there," said Mark.

   Once he had dried off his fingers of my saliva he again offered me the
crop.  I kissed it as before, and again tensed myself in my chains!

   "Owwww!" I cried as the crop slashed between legs, onto the sensitive
part of my thighs.

   During the entire time of my punishment, Mark had not let me see what I
looked like!  I imagined that my naked body was covered in welts from the
crop, and I would be wearing these marks for days, if not weeks!

   The crop stung my naked flesh, and I desperately sought release from my
trial.  But again the steel and leather defeated me.  There would be no
escape from the prison of my own making until Mark was finished with me!

   "Owwww!" I cried again as the crop struck my pretty breasts.

   It was during this second series of strokes with the crop that something
strange began to happen.  Before, every time that the crop struck me, it
hurt!  But now, my flesh marked by the crop, I actually began to feel
pleasure!

   My heart racing I again pulled at my wrist cuffs, in a futile attempt to
escape my discipline.  But did I really want to?  Being bound and
vulnerable like this was new to me, and I was at Mark's mercy!  This wasn't
just going to bed with a guy I liked, no this was definitely something a
lot more intense than just sex!

   I could, of course, call "pain" and everything would come to an end. 
Not only my punishment, but my relationship with Mark as well.  That was a
chance that I didn't want to take, and if the cost my love was my naked
body, then so be it!

   The frequency and force of the strokes began to lessen, and I knew then
that my chastisement was just about over.  I tried to stand tall and proud
in my bondage, and when Mark offered me the crop's handle, I kissed it
eagerly.

   "How do you feel?" Mark asked.

   "Fine, Master," I replied.

   "Would you like to see how you look?" he asked.

   "Yes, Master, please?"

   When he turned to mirror towards me, I expected that my flesh would be
striped like a zebra.  Instead I had just few stripes that looked mild and
would fade shortly.

   Once I had locked myself out of my apartment in the summer and a
neighbor helped me crawl in through an open window.  I had cut and bruised
my legs on the sill and rosebush nearby.

   The next day I was out on a date and I wore a skirt, and it seemed like
every other girl was looking at me.  Finally in the ladies room another
girl asked me if my date had abused me, and I told her the story but I
don't think that she believed me.

   Now I had gone under the riding crop for Valentine's Day, the holiday of
love.  How strange!

   "Thank you, Master for the punishment that I have received and the marks
I'll carry for a while," I said.

   "You're welcome, darling, now let me release you."

   The motor was activated again, and my feet rediscovered the floor.  I
stood unsteadily as Mark unsnapped the spreader bar from the ceiling chain,
and my arms fell to my tummy.  Mark supported me and sat me on the stool.

   I sat impassively as he unlocked my hands, only to be surprised when he
locked them again behind my back!  My ankles were freed, and Mark hung the
spreader bars back on the wall rack where I had removed them from.  Then he
took a leash and clipped it to my collar.

   "Follow me to the bedroom," he ordered.

   With my hands locked behind my back, I followed Mark in silence to his
bedroom.  I had only spent a few nights here since I preferred him to stay
at my place.  But now that I was his submissive I knew that this was going
to change from now on.

   He sat me down on the bed and removed my locked shoes, and then made me
drink a glass of water.  He asked if I had to go to the bathroom, and I
said no, not yet.  Then he undressed, removing his shoes, mock turtleneck,
black jeans, and underwear, all placing them neatly on a chair next to the
bed.

   Mark then unlocked my hands, and said "on all fours, please!"

   "Yes, Master!" I cried in delight.  Finally a boyfriend who was going to
make love to me in my favorite position!

   I got on the bed as ordered, and Mark unrolled a condom onto his erect
member.  He held onto my hips, and his cock found it's way between my legs
and into my hot waiting sex.  He thrust inside, making me gasp with pain
and delight, and son began to piston his shaft inside me!

   "Ahhhh!  Ahhhh!" Ahhhh!" I cried with pleasure as his rod pounded into
me again and again.

   I had never felt such intense sexual sensations before!  It was as if my
cropping had intensified my sexual responses to Mark's thrusting's inside
my pussy!

   "Ahhhh!  Ahhhh!  Ahhh!" I moaned.

   "What do you desire more, my crop or my prick?" Mark asked.

   With the memory of his cropping still fresh in my mind, I really
couldn't answer.  I had never confessed that I had begun to like the crop
during the second series of harsher strokes, so in reality I now wanted
them both: his crop and his prick!

   "Both, Master!" I answered.

   Sexually, I had never felt like this before.  My whole naked body felt
like it was fire, a combination of the riding crop and now Mark's taking me
from behind had lit a sexual fire within me that I had never experienced
before!

   "Ahhh!  Ahhh!  Ahhh!" I cried out with pleasure.

   "Next time I'll fuck you with a gag in your mouth, and your pleasure
will be further increased!" said Mark.

   At that moment I would have done anything that Mark had asked, but all I
was concentrating on was his cock in my pussy.  I felt his hardness inside
me shudder, and I knew that both he and I were about to climax together.

   Then I felt his cock jerk in the latex, and we both came with a
shuddering, moaning climax together at the same time!  I felt as if a bomb
had exploded inside me, and suddenly the crop marks that I had taken to get
them didn't matter.

   He came time after time inside me, his cock slamming into my clit,
banging me to one orgasm after another.  When he was spent he rested
against me, still holding onto my hips, his breathing ragged after the
exertion of lovemaking.

   "That was fantastic, Master," I said between gasps of breathing, the
sweat pouring from my fevered body.

   "Very good, Amy," Mark said as he withdrew from me, and holding his hand
over his cock to prevent losing the condom, "I'll be back," as he staggered
to the bathroom.

   I remained on all fours on the bed, not having been given permission to
do anything else.  I waited in silence as Mark attended to himself, my
hands still locked together.

   "You may be seated," he said when he returned from the bathroom, when he
saw that I was still in the same position when he had left me.

   "Thank you," I said, as I finally sat on my bottom.  Striped by the crop
I knew that every time I sat down this week, I'd remember this night!

   "Do you want to use the bathroom?" he asked.

   "Yes, Master, please," I begged.

   He unlocked my wrists, and I walked to the bathroom.  As a slave, I
realized that I now had no privacy, so I didn't close the door.  Instead, I
attended to my toilet with the door open, and Mark ignored my bodily
functions.  After washing myself and taking a good drink, I rejoined him.

   Mark was naked and sitting on the bed, and I knelt at his feet.  I
waited for him to tell me what to do next!

   In my absence I noted that Mark had placed a crop and paddle on his
night table!  So it was possible that I would again be punished that night!

   "Come to bed and we shall have sex again!"

   Mark climbed under the covers and I joined him, and he held me tenderly
in his arms.  Just a short time ago her had been using a riding crop on my
bare body, now he was holding me warmly!  Meanwhile I was still wearing
collar and bracelets, reminding me of my new position in our relationship.

   "I have many other instruments that I can use on you: the cane, the
whip, and the paddle.  Would you like to experience more of them?" he
asked.

   "Yes, Master," I replied.

   What was I getting into?  Brandi had suggested I place myself in bondage
to please Mark, and then I had asked to be his love slave, and now that was
coming true!  If Mark was as skilled with the whip as he was with the crop
I was certainly going to be in for quite a painful training period.

   His cock soon stirred to hardness again, and he unrolled another condom
over it as it sprang to erection.  I opened my legs to receive him, and he
again plunged inside me, his shaft filling my hot hole and driving me wild.

   As the bed rocked I could hear the D rings on my collar and bracelets
tinkle in response, like small bells as the stainless steel pieces rang
against each other.

   Mark pounded his hard cock into me again and again, and we moaned
together our passions synchronized again as he drove me into the mattress!
I've never been with another man who could do this to me, and I certainly
wasn't going to give Mark to Brandi now!

   In my mind's eye I saw Brandi downstairs, naked and chained, being
flogged by Mark, and enjoying every stroke!  Had she told me everything
about all of her kinky sexual experiences, or had she held something back?
Had she gone under the lash before?

   I was suddenly brought back to reality, Here I was, being jealous of my
best girlfriend over whether she had ever been flogged before!

   "Ahhhh!  Ahhhh!  Ahhh!" I cried, as we both neared climax.

   I could feel Mark's sweat drip down onto me as our passions combined,
then his cock pumped his seed into the latex condom again, the hot liquid
driving me to another earth shattering climax!

   We moaned together again and again, our limbs inter-twined, my legs
holding Mark to me so that he could drive deeper into my hot pussy!  Mark,
exhausted by the effort, collapsed onto me, and I held him tightly to my
naked body.

   He took several deep breaths, and I could feel his shaft shrink as his
fantastic erection soon passed.

   "That was fantastic," said Mark.

   "Yes, Master."

   I released my legs from around his body, and soon he was no longer
inside me.  He withdrew to the bathroom to clean himself up, but quickly
rejoined me under the covers.

   We lay together quietly, in each other's arms.  I thought that he would
drift off to sleep, but instead he got a second wind!

   "Do you want to go the bathroom again?" Mark asked.

   "No thank you, Master," I told him.

   "You've got to be chained up for the night," Mark replied.

   From the night-table he removed a leather extension that he locked to my
collar which extended a few inches downward, to which he locked both of my
wrists.  Then a small chain was used to lock my collar to one of the
bedposts.  He kissed me tenderly on the lips, and was soon asleep.

   I lay awake on my back, my hands locked before me as if in prayer.  I
couldn't touch either my breasts, and certainly not my pussy, which was
probably the intention all along!  Soon the events of the night finally
took their toll, and I joined Mark in sleep.  The world faded from view.

   ***

   It wasn't until April that Brandi and I met together again for lunch. 
In March she had come down with pneumonia, and even though I called to say
I'd take care of her, she had urged me to stay away so that I wouldn't get
sick as well.

   Then both of us got busy at work, so our monthly lunch just had to wait.
But finally, in the middle of April, we met again as usual.

   Brandi had arrived early and was seated at a booth when I came in.  I
scanned the restaurant, and walked over to join her.

   "Brandi!" I greeted her, "it's been too long," we kissed and sat down
together.

   "You look very good, Amy.  How's everything?" she asked.

   "Great!  After your idea to place myself in bondage for Mark it
transformed our relationship."

   "Amy, what's that collar you're wearing?" Brandi asked.

   "That's just it," I told her softly, "I'm Mark's collared slave, we
signed a contract together."

   "Huh?  Slave contract?  What are you talking about?"

   "I'm famished, mind if I order?" I asked, "I'd really like to eat
lunch."

   "Sure," Brandi replied.

   Once I had ordered an I had a Diet Coke in front of me I began to relate
the whole story.  Of how Mark had freed me and we went out to Dinner,
ending up at his place and my discovery of his bondage playroom.  I
described our bondage scene, and Brandi looked shocked when I described how
I had endured the riding crop.

   "I just can't believe that you allowed yourself to be punished like
that! Two weeks before you didn't even want to wear his rubber bra & panty.
Now you get thrashed with a riding crop!" commented Brandi.

   "You know, Brandi, the strangest thing happened after a while as I was
being cropped.  Yes it hurt, and I moaned and screamed, more with fright
than actual pain as the crop struck me time after time.  But then I began
to feel pleasure!  I know that it sounds weird, but it's true!  By the time
he finished I was ready to come!" I told her.

   "Why didn't you?" Brandi asked.

   "Because he didn't want me to, that's why!  He wanted to take me to bed,
and I've finally found a man who'll do me doggy style from behind!" I told
her softly.

   "That's been one of your complaints for years," Brandi replied.

   "I thought that it was worth the cost of a few marks on me, besides they
faded quickly anyway," I told her.

   "Let me see this collar you're wearing?" Brandi asked.

   I pulled at the small leather collar that had a small symbolic D ring in
front.  It was secured in back with a roller buckle that I was allowed to
open.

   "After we signed a slave contract that Mark printed up off the net, he
gave me this collar to wear.  It's like an engagement ring that says I
belong to him."

   "Slave contract?" Brandi asked, "you've got to be kidding!"

   "Well it's not legally binding, obviously.  It's more a code of conduct
between us.  Mark promises to protect me, and it lays out strict guidelines
what he can & can't do; and I have to obey him and submit to his
discipline."

   "Okay, what can't he do?" Brandi asked.

   "Screw me up the ass, which I've never really liked," I replied.

   "And you enjoy being his slave?"

   "I love it!  For the first time I really like going out with a guy who
treats me properly."

   "By keeping you in bondage and using a whip on you?"

   "You're the one who said that I should cater to his interests,
remember?"

   "I guess so."

   We chatted about the usual things, money, work, our families.  But the
collar had introduced a new factor in our relationship - just like when a
girl gets an engagement ring.

   "Does he flog you every weekend?" Brandi asked.

   "No, silly, not every time we meet!  I had my period last weekend, so he
cooked dinner and we had a quiet weekend at home together."

   "You sound terribly domestic," said Brandi.

   "We're just like any other couple," I told her, "except that I submit
myself totally to him, and he keeps me in thrall with the whip."

   "Sounds nice.  My new boyfriend wants to double date next week, want to
join us?"

   "When did you start dating again?" I asked Brandi.

   "We met in the Library on Sunday a few weeks ago, he took me out for
coffee afterwards.  On our third date I got him into bed.  Matthew is
rather nice," Brandi replied.

   "I'll ask Mark, I can't see why not," I told her.

   After lunch we kissed and parted.  On the way home and before my date
with Mark that evening I had to do some shopping.

   It was in the Computer Store that it happened.  I was picking out an
external Hard Drive when the sales clerk came over to help (a pretty girl
in her 20s) when I noticed that we were wearing the exact same collar!

   She winked at me as I made my purchase, complete with a knowing smile.
On her left hand was the same ring that I had seen in the movie version of
"O"; so this was no fluke!

   I drove home confident that there were others like me; and looked
forward to my scene with Mark that night.

   He had promised that for the first time I'd be punished with a ball-gag
in my mouth, and my safeword would be to hold some coins in my hand.  He
said that being gagged introduced a whole new level of being helpless.

   The night couldn't come fast enough!
   THE END

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