## Archive-name: lotto1

From: BJL <d-bernie@newnorth.net>

Subject: LOTTO1.TXT MF, bd, ds, cons

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

I would really like to get feedback. STANDARD DISCLAIMER. If you are under 18 or you don't like bondage mixed in with the love life of a married couple, read no further. I have no desire to force anything upon another that they would find objectionable; but, having said this, it is now your choice.

Three years had passed since that fateful morning when Mary shrieked at the breakfast table, "We Won!"

Startled at this outburst, and not quite sure what had brought on this inane behavior in his wife, Ike looked up with a bemused expression on his face.

"Honey," she shrieked again, "our numbers...." Her voice trailed off, her face redder than he'd ever seen it [even redder than the time he showed her the video of herself in bondage -- she had thought she managed to tape over all of them]. Frantically, she held out the lotto ticket.

With just a slight inkling of what she might be talking about, he tentatively reached out for the ticket she was holding. But instead of releasing the ticket into his fingers, she gesticulated, pointing her finger to the newspaper. He was more certain now, but still disbelieving, and then he too saw that the numbers on their ticket matched the six numbers in the paper.

They embraced, unable to speak, they laughed soundlessly, and then they hugged, kissed and just starred into the eyes of the other.

A few weeks had passed between that day and the day they were able to collect the first of the twenty annual checks they would receive. During that interval, they were besieged with people who would help them manage their affairs; others wanted to be their investment counselors; still others wanted to sell them everything from aardvarks to zoos! Within two days, they decided to get an unlisted phone; but then they had to tell their relatives they needed a new phone, and the explanation for that led to untold relatives suddenly materializing. Some were close, a few they had heard of only at family gatherings though they had never seen them; and then there came the day the black couple had presented themselves at the door claiming to be third cousins on Ike's great-grandfather's side.

Eventually, they got through this trauma, and collected their first check. The first thing they did, [well, not exactly the first thing], was to establish complete trust funds for the girls' college educations.

Ike decided to keep working, but with the safe knowledge that the corporation had no hold over him. He simply stated he would work 8 hour shifts, five days a week, with one full week off each month. They could take him on this basis, or he could care less. The outcome was predictable: they took him on his terms.

And then Mary and Ike took a trip.

Planning for this trip had begun even before they had won. Of course, it was then a day trip; now, it would be two weeks.

Mary and Ike were very deeply into bondage, D&S, CP and all that implied. They lived it. They enjoyed it. They thrived on it. And they wanted to experience everything they could.

A friend had suggested the day trip idea. Ike would rent a wheelchair and take Mary, bound, to a Mall, where he would wheel her around. In this way, she could be fully bound and encumbered, except no one but them would know it.

Now, after the win, they could expand on this theme. But they decided to go ahead with the day trip to see how it would go, and use that experience to prepare for their longer trip.

Renting the chair was not difficult. Ike picked it up the nite before. The clerk at the rental outfit was bored out of her skull, so Ike didn't have to offer the explanation they had so elaborately constructed. He smiled to himself, thinking once again how simpler it was to do natural things.

Once home, he and Mary studied it, and wondered how to do her so that she'd be fully encumbered, yet still able to move from car seat to chair. She clearly could not have her ankles bound together, as they would be visible.

Rope would be used to bind her above and below her knees, but that would mean wearing a skirt -- did she have even one skirt that was just ordinary? Piano wire, invisible to the eye, could then be used to bind her ankles to the sides of the chair once she wriggled out of the car and into the chair. A rope belt, with crotch ropes, could also be under that long skirt, and piano wire from the ropes could secure her waist to the chair.

So that she would not be spending the day in utter relaxation while Ike wheeled her around, they decided (well, Ike decided and she knew better than to disagree) she should wear her bondage bra. Then, with a loose fitting, pull-over sweater with a high, fluffy neck, more piano wire could be forced through the sweater material to secure her upper body to the chair. Under the sweater's collar, she would wear her leather collar, demurely covered, but with its own wires that would hold her head rigidly in place. Cuffs at her ankles and upper arms, under the sweater's sleeves, would similarly be wired to the arm rests of the chair.

Of course, once all was agreed to, Mary found herself very shortly secured to the chair. She was lacking the sweater and skirt, but that was alright in their own home. The theory worked better in practice than some other schemes, and Ike had only to make a few changes. When he was done, Mary could move only her fingers. It was her idea that she take a pair of close fitting gloves and sew the fingers together so that when they were on, there'd be no movement; she even added she would put a loop in the end of each so that more piano wire could be used to secure the fingers curled over the end of the arm rest rendering even this movement nil.

The next day was the expedition. Ike could tell from the twinkle in her eyes, that Mary was really up for this. She, of course, was unaware of a couple extra elements of her bondage that he had planned for her.

The first extra made its appearance after Ike tied the rope belt on her. It was a vibrating dildo for her pussy with a remote on/off switch. This really didn't perturb her in any big way, but, she nevertheless bitched about it, just to keep up appearances! And he, fully aware of her self-imposed obligation to bitch, cheerfully ignored her bitching. The bondage bra went on followed by the cuffs at wrists and upper arms; then, sweater and skirt [she had found an old, long skirt in the back of her older daughter's closet, as usual the imp had borrowed something from her mother and hadn't returned it]. Looking at Mary, Ike determined it would simplify things if he secured the wires to the cuffs and rope belt now, before they left, and just left lengths sticking out of her clothes. She giggled, as she saw how she looked with the wires sticking out. She wondered if indeed the thin wires might be noticeable, but Ike said she could see them now only because they were sticking out.

And then it dawned on her: she had no shoes on! She pointed this out, but Ike grinned as he brought out surprise number two: his work boots! She starred at him, and wondered aloud they were so large and wouldn't they look hideous? Well, he replied, the largeness was needed for the rest and who cared if they looked hideous? Doubtful, she sat as he indicated, and he then proceeded to bind her toes, pointing out she mustn't even be able to wiggle her toes. He then pulled his boots up over her feet and laced them tightly. She laughed as she tried to walk, clumping around, but she seated herself again while Ike applied the rope ties to her knees.

With a coat over her shoulders, they walked to the car. Ike had already stowed the chair in the back seat. Mary shuffled along as best she could, hoping none of the neighbors, who inevitably watched, would suspect anything out of the ordinary. ["Out of the ordinary?" Who knew what was ordinary with these two?]

The drive to the Mall took a little over an hour. Mary had insisted they go a great distance to preclude the possibility of meeting anyone they knew with her in a wheelchair. Once there, they drove around the parking lot to find a secluded place where the final steps of securing Mary to her chair could take place. They selected a place not too far from the entrance but with no other cars nearby.

Ike removed the chair, and then opened the door so Mary could squirm out and into the chair. He told her to find a comfortable position as she was going to be sitting there for a long while. She squirmed around, and then indicated she was ready. Very quickly, Ike secured her ankles, her waist, her arms and her gloved hands to the chair with the trailing ends of the piano wire. The final step was to secure the collar, and to then roll the sweater collar to conceal it.

When he had finished, he asked her to try to move. It was found she could move her knees back and forth, so additional wire was used to center and secure her knees. She tried to move, and confessed her inability to do so.

So, in rapid order, Ike produced surprises three and four. Three was a large, very wet, nerf ball, and she knew there was only one place that would go: in her mouth. With an ugly grimace, she reluctantly opened her mouth, and he pushed it in. He told her there would be nothing to hold it, except her own will, but he didn't think she would let it go while they were in the Mall. She glared back at him! Surprise number four was something brand new: Ike applied two, very small pieces of adhesive tape to the outside corners of her eyelids. The effect was to hold her lids open [more movement restrictions, he explained]. He told her too that he would occasionally squirt artificial tears in her eyes to keep them from drying out; and then he put wrap-around sun glasses on her so that nothing could be seen of the tape or her wide open eyes.

A blanket then was draped over her, and he began to push her to the Mall.

Once inside, he removed the blanket and stowed it under the seat. He then turned on the vibrator buried in his wife, on slow speed to give her a chance to adjust to it, and they moved off. Mary, if she had been able to, would have jumped when she felt the familiar buzz start in her pussy; but all she could do was hummmm.

As had been suggested to them, most people would look away when they came to the woman in the wheelchair. Even so, they had no fear of being found out for the wires were, for all intents, invisible.

Afterward, Mary reported she had cringed when she saw two people walking towards them, who seemed to be starring. Ike had picked that moment to turn up the vibrator's speed [he was doing it with short bursts of high speed and longer periods of slow, but unpredictably; his intent was to not let her cum, but to let her get really heated -- he was very successful]. The bondage bra was really digging in. She couldn't move at all. The tape on the eyelids was diabolical. She was thrilled beyond belief.

She began to fantasize: what would it be like if she didn't have on the skirt and sweater, just a blanket to cover her?

Ike, for his part, knew she would be fantasizing outrageous things. So, he added to her predicament whenever he could. He stopped to eat, and ate in front of her. Secretly, she slightly parted her lips to allow him a sliver view of the ball she held in her mouth. He smiled and nodded, taking a bite out of his hamburger.

After eating, and knowing the ball might have become dried out, Ike wheeled her to the facilities area. He filled a paper cup with water. Then, waiting for a time when no one was around, he told her to push the ball into his hand. He then held the cup to her mouth, which she drank of sparingly [she knew there would be no chance to pee soon -- mental note for future expeditions]. Meanwhile, he again soaked the ball and, checking for traffic, put it back to her mouth where she, this time, opened willingly and in a moment it was again embedded in her mouth. Twice more during the day, the same steps were repeated.

They found a portrait studio, and Ike wheeled her in. In her chair bondage, she wondered what this was all about. She saw him talking to the photographer, and then with alarm, she felt herself wheeled into the inner studio. They were going to have their picture taken! Incredible, she thought ... and just then Ike turned the speed up high and she cooked as the photographer took pictures of her alone and also with Ike. She thought sure she was going over the edge but Ike turned her down just at the last moment, and she was FRUSTRATED.

She also knew her pussy juices were really flowing. Ike had said he loved her odor, but she was still embarrassed, and she knew they were detectible now! Well, what the hell, she thought, I can't even move a fucking finger.

For the most part, people gave them a wide berth. Still, there was one elderly couple who attempted to engage them in conversation. Mary, of course, could say nothing; Ike, however, was gregarious -- and, of course, he turned up the speed for Mary again. She became frantic as a cum came closer and closer; she was just about to give up and cum when the speed went down. She hadn't noticed the old couple moving on.

Finally, after nearly five hours, they left the Mall. With wire cutters, she was out of the chair and in the car in nothing flat.

Once home, they tore the clothes off each other and.......

Based on that experience, they decided on a slightly different approach for the longer trip. Mary would not be wheelchair bound the entire time. She would travel in leg braces and a cervical collar. On her wrists would be the sort of braces typists with carpal syndrome wear. Since she would be wearing all that metal, it was decided the bondage bra would be doable too -- hell, she could even handle a dildo, but that was eliminated since she'd have to be able to go to the bathroom by herself on the plane!

The day arrived when they would travel. Since the girls would be there to say their goodbyes, Mary could not be in her gear as they took their leave. But it was decided they would leave from home. Then, they could stop along the way to iron her up. A limo started them on their way: that had been the girls' idea, and both of them approved.

Ike had wondered how they would be able to deal with the limo driver. He would see a perfectly healthy Mary enter the motel and a short time later, she'd come out in braces. Ike had considered dismissing the limo at the motel, and then cabbing to the airport. But it was Mary this time who said no way. The girls had ordered the limo, so they would use it. So what if they made the driver wonder!

And that's how it worked out. The driver didn't say a word about stopping at the motel, he was being paid by the hour anyway. He probably thought the couple was going in for a quickie. Ike had gone earlier to the motel and rented the room, and laid out all the equipment, so as soon as they entered, all Mary had to do was strip. Very quickly, the bondage bra was on, the wrist braces and the steel, leg braces. And then she was dressed again though with sensible shoes that were secured to the braces. The collar was put on, and then after handing two canes to Mary, Ike made to open the door. She called out to wait a moment. Very laboriously, she slid a chair near the bed, and then she asked Ike to lay in front of her. It didn't take him long to figure out what she was up to, and he was quickly up to it himself. In a moment, he was there, she had his zipper down, and his cock in her mouth!

Finally, with her canes, after smiling to Ike that they couldn't disappoint the driver, they exited. As the previously unencumbered lady now walking with canes neared the limo, the driver's eyes widened, but he said nothing, and then smiled as Mary looked him in the eye.

Airport security was a breeze. Soon, they were in their first class seats, on their way to Great Britain.

Their first day was spent relaxing, resting from the long flight, and just doing what they did best. Fucking. Sucking. Fucking. About half way through the day, Mary's braces came off.

That had been a worry: how could Mary come and go in braces one day, and not in braces the next? In the end, they decided to test the highly touted British reserve: they would just do as they pleased and let the Brits wonder.

The third day they went to the fetish shops.

They were like two kids in a toy store. Mary got her leather corset and Ike added thigh high boots with 6 inch heels. For Ike, Mary ordered a leather outfit and a hood (she was shy about it, but he could see she obviously really wanted him to have one so he acquiesced). She also got him a full rubber, blow up suit. She found herself being fitted for penal chains, very heavy manacles and fetters with a collar of equal bulk. Ike also very gravely provided her with a new hood, but with breath control devices.

As they were making their purchases, they obviously received a good deal of attention. After all, even for the high priced fetish shops, a tab of over $6,000 attracts attention. So, when Ike inquired if they knew of any metal brace manufacturer, the shopkeeper was only too happy to make a referral, offering to make a call of introduction. Arrangements were made for Mary and Ike to visit the next day; and they were advised to bring along any braces they might already have.

The shop at which the cab dropped them the next day was a legitimate medical prothesis establishment. Mary was decked out in the same outfit she had been in on the plane, so their progress across the sidewalk was slowed by her using her canes.

Once in the shop, and after Ike introduced them, they were immediately whisked to a private office where they were joined by the manager, a woman in a very severely cut leather dress, with high heeled boots disappearing under the skirt.

She smiled and welcomed them, and complimented Mary on her garb, adding she assumed that none of what Mary had on was medically necessary. Mary waited for Ike to reply, but he stood mute, so a very blushing Mary had to reply that no they weren't necessary. The manager then asked if the braces were for disciplining a recalcitrant slave or just for their mutual enjoyment, and Mary replied very emphatically for their mutual enjoyment. The manager smiled and nodded.

Looking back and forth from one of them to the other, the manager inquired what degree of encumbrance they sought. When both returned perplexed expressions, the manager went on to say what Mary was wearing then was about one quarter encumbrance in that her walking was significantly restricted, and mobility of her wrists and neck was mildly restricted. Mary could be made totally immobile, or any variation of the above.

Starting with the legs, the braces she wore now came to just below the knees. The control they exerted was through their being fixed to the shoes. With sturdier shoes and a brace higher up the leg, her leg immobility could be increased. Her legs could be allowed to flex at the knees or not by a simple adjustment.

Ike inquired if the shoes could be high heeled. The manager smiled, and complimented him on his forward thinking. No, the boot could not be made with high heels as normally considered, but they could be fashioned with platforms with the heel raised within the shoe-boot. Ike glanced at Mary, and she nodded enthusiastically, so he ordered them that way.

For the arms, they were shown cloth wrapped braces much like the ones she had worn, except when Mary reached out to take it, she noticed it was considerably heavier than what she then was wearing. The manager helped her unwrap the one she had on, and remove it; and then she help her fit the new one. There were glove like holes for her to insert her fingers, but the metal didn't extend beyond the knuckle, leaving her fingers largely free. Straps then went around the wrist and the arms at three places.

Mary observed that these were far more secure, and would encumber [she got a kick out of using the manager's own word] her hands more than the others.

But the manager got back at her with the next device. She helped Mary remove the cervical collar, and then she unveiled a metal cage-like device. Even Ike smiled at the come-back by the manger. The cage opened under the breasts and at the waist. A serious metal plate was placed on her back and then the straps and what not secured it to her, even to the plate that extended up to the back of her neck where an attached cervical collar secured it to her neck. Mary commented very quickly that was a very seriously rigid piece of equipment. And that was all it took to convince Ike that was just what they wanted!!!

At the manager's suggestion [another "gotcha"], Mary wore all of her new braces back to the hotel. She was terribly awkward, and had to sit bolt upright in the cab, but Ike knew too that she was tremendously turned-on.

She didn't even take off her clothes, to say nothing about the braces. It was fast and furious, but so powerful that neither was able to move [well, even if she had wanted to move, Mary still was wearing all the metal; and, of course, Ike was all over her] for several minutes.

Following that excursion, there were several days of simple sight-seeing. After all, if they returned home with no sight seeing to report on, what else would they have been doing? Of course, Mary frequently wore one or more items to hold her attention focused, though usually not visible.

One day they went to an English Whip Maker. For this trip, and Mary knew immediately why, Ike suggested she wear just garter belt, hose, sweater and skirt with high heels. The Whip Maker had been a referral from the brace manufacturer.

By the time they left, Mary was the "proud" possessor of six new items to liven up her circulation -- and, much to his surprise, Ike had four of his own. Each item had been carefully field tested on the respective body parts, and judgement soberly exercised as to the value of the item. Of course, the field testing exacted a certain response too! The ride back to the hotel in the taxi seemed to be oh so long!

The following day, they took an overnight to Germany where Mary was fitted for a Pony Girl outfit, complete with small sulky. Petulantly, she had asked if Ike thought he'd be able to get his big ass on the small seat on the sulky, and he merely grinned that sneaky grin that she knew would be "reflected" on her body -- which was what she had intended in the first place. She also found herself fitted with a metal head cage, which the proprietor of the store, called a brank. He had helpfully suggested that, because of the lady's tendency to say things she might later regret, the brank could be fitted with a small iron ball gag, that optionally could have several spikes protruding to remind her to be very careful of what words she formed with her mouth. Of course, there was no doubt that Ike wanted this; Mary wasn't quite so sure.

Ike was amazed, and Mary even surprised herself, when she asked the shop keeper if Ike could be fitted with a saddle. A huge grin came over the shop keeper's face, as he nodded and replied ja ja. So, very quickly the necessary leather straps and what not had been produced. At Mary's insistence, Ike had to strip down so the leather could be fitted right to his skin!

It was quite embarrassing to Ike to find that he responded to being nude and having leather straps fitted on his body; indeed, he responded in a BIG way. Mary was enjoying Ike's discomfort, and when the shop keeper glanced at her, she wondered to the shopkeeper if there wasn't some way to contain that response. Of course, the shop keeper was only too happy to oblige, and soon Ike was wearing a leather chastity belt too! The shop keeper didn't even hesitate in giving the key to Mary!

Since all their items would be custom made, they had no parcels to carry back through customs. But the shop keeper did inquire if they had to rush back. When they said no, he suggested a side trip to Amsterdam where they could go to the Club Domina. Since they had read about the place in many magazines, their interest was aroused. The shop keeper said he would call ahead and make reservations for them, but he suggested they might want to wear more fetishistic costumes than they had with them. When they agreed, he directed them to another place in Amsterdam.

A few hours later, they were in the shop in Amsterdam, where Mary selected a full length rubber cat suit, complete with a hood that left her face bare. A small blindfold was optional. On her feet, she wore knee high, high heeled rubber boots. Ike's eyes nearly boggled out of his head as he gazed on his wife in this skin tight, stretchy outfit. He hadn't given much thought to rubber before, but now....... Ike's selection was a pair of leather trousers and a silk, open shirt and knee high boots (no high heels yet). Ike also took a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs for Mary to wear. The shop keeper wondered why Ike didn't put them on Mary right there, since they would next be heading to Domina. Mary was less certain, but the shop keeper assured her it would not be strange, in the neighborhood where they were, to see women or men wearing restraints or fetish outfits.

Sure enough, when they did depart the shop, with Mary with the leg restraints and her wrists cuffed behind her, the first couple they saw was a woman in leather and high heel boots, trailed by a man in a business suit with a collar around his neck with a leash attached and held by the woman.

Their visit to Club Domina was nearly over powering.

It was one thing for Ike to bind Mary in yards of ropes, to gag her, to spank and whip her, to put her hood on her and to put clamps on her nipples, all this being in the privacy of their own bedroom. It was yet another thing for the two of them together to watch bondage and CP videos as prelude to their own play. But it was something else again to watch others do what they did, to hear those others just as it happened, and even to smell those others. And then, add to that others in the audience, who were getting just as excited as they, as everyone watched what was happening on the stage. . .well, that was fucking POWERFUL!!!

The first scene grabbed Mary right off the bat. A female dominant led her male sub onto the stage. How did she know which was which? Well, the female was dressed and the male was nude. Once she was seated in a throne like chair, he dropped to his knees and began to lick her boots. From time to time, she made comments about where he was missing or not taking proper care or to realize the privilege he was experiencing. She would punctuate her remarks with strokes from the quirt in her hand on his back. He always responded with an appropriate "yeii" as the quirt landed, but he never broke stride in licking her boots, all the way up her legs to her knees. At last she had him stand beside her, and with his erect cock, it was clear he had a ring piercing the hood of his cock. He grasped his hands together behind his back. She shortened her grip on the quirt and began to whack his cock with it. He managed to hold perfectly still for six or seven but then he began to wiggle and twist, but never back away as she continued to whack his cock. His erection would come and go, but she kept on regardless and relentlessly. After what seemed fifty strokes, surely, she shifted target to his nipples. He clearly enjoyed this more, though she was definitely hitting those nipples with authority. Very shortly, his cock was back up again, and it stayed up as she continued to sting his nipples. He tightened his grip on his hands behind his back. Pre-cum was seen to be dripping; and then, just as it seemed he was about to cum, she shifted targets back to his cock and flayed him as his cock jerked its cum.

The couple left after a few moments, and the audience clearly caught its collective breath. Mary mentioned to Ike that if this was the first act, what would the rest be like. Ike shrugged his shoulders, but he added he sure wanted to find out, and Mary nodded her agreement.

After a brief pause, while shaven-headed waiters/waitresses [impossible to tell in their uniforms which hid all signs of sex] passed through the group, two women went to the stage. Again, it wasn't difficult to tell which was dom and which was sub. The sub had handcuffs behind her back but nothing else. The dom looked up, and a metal cage began to descend on a chain. When the cage finally settled on the floor, it came to just about neck high on the dom. She bent over and flipped a bar, opening the front of the barred cage. Without any prodding, the sub bent over and headed in. When her head butted up against the rear, she shifted her ass to one side and, with a little push from the dom, was totally caged. The dom then shut the door and put a padlock on it. The dom signaled and the cage was raised a couple feet off the floor, whereupon, the dom turned it slowly around. Because of the dimensions, the sub could neither stand, kneel or sit. All she could do was crouch. Her cuffed wrists offered little or no assistance to maintain her balance. The dom then backed away, signaled again for the cage to be raised, and she left the stage. The caged sub was raised about ten feet off the floor, where she spent the rest of the nite, slowly twisting, except when the sub attempted to ease her cramping when the cage bounced and twisted a bit faster.

A shorter break intervened, during which time two ghosts arranged some furniture on the stage. One item was a slanted door like item, though it seemed longer. Another item was easier to identify: a full pillory/stocks. A man led two women out on stage. One he quickly imprisoned in the pillory/stocks. Bending her legs at the knees, she was quickly locked ankles and wrists in a one piece item. The head pillory was sort of unique in that it was fixed to the wrist/ankle piece at right angles. Her head was soon locked in, and the modification was clearly superior to the original in that she was able to watch was going to happen to the other woman. This other woman was led to the slanted door, where she stepped up and stood on pegs about a foot off the floor with her back to the door. A ladder was at her side, and the man stood on it to fix leather cuffs to her wrists and to fix them to hooks dangling down the board from the top. Not satisfied with the tension, he told her to try to stand on the pegs below on tip toes. When she had managed that, he tightened the tension. He then got off the stool and knelt near her ankles. He put cuffs on each ankle and then, after removing the pegs on which she had been standing [and throwing all her weight on her wrists], he put as much tension on the hooks to fasten her ankles. The woman was now spread-eagle, under fair tension, with her whole weight supported by her wrists. He inquired how she was, and she indicated all was okay. He made adjustments on the door frame and suddenly, she was flat and then upside down and then turning over from side to side. The table was in the middle of a large gyro. After she had been in every degree of a sphere, he stopped her back in the original position. Then he fitted a long steel bar in the side of the table, but on an up slope like a lever. He went to the end of the bar, reached up and grasped the bar, and pulled down. The middle of the table began to separate on an eccentric mechanism. The effect was to increase the tension drastically even with the two parts of the table only a couple inches apart. He applied greater force, the table seemed to separate more, and she moaned, moving her head from side to side. He relaxed the force, the table closed and she relaxed. After a brief moment, he said something, she nodded, and he pulled down on the lever again. The table separated, her limbs went taught, and her moan was even louder. He held her there for several moments, and then let up but not fully. Her gaze was fixed on him, and then she gave the briefest of nods; whereupon he hauled on the lever even harder. The table seemed to be separated a full six inches. She moaned, and then screamed. He held her for the briefest instant as she screamed, and then released her fully. He again adjusted the table so that she was horizontal, and he made a serious effort to kiss and massage her arms, her legs and, of course, her mouth. The audience knew this was not the end, and nobody stirred. Shortly, he moved the table top so that her feet were up. He changed the position of the lever, and hauled on it again. She went taut and moaned, and he hauled the harder on the lever, so that she seemed nearly rigid and she screamed again. He held her like that, screaming, until her scream died down to a ragged moan and then she emitted a feeble please, when he immediately released the lever. She was put back in the horizontal. He released her cuffs and then helped her to stand. She did, but with difficulty. But the whole audience applauded. This had been very impressive. The other woman, in the pillory/stocks, had looked on with fascination and a hint of horror. She gave every indication of being very much relieved when she was simply released and allowed to leave the stage, slightly stiff, but with no real damage.

Another intermission, and then a man was fixed to a pillar and very seriously whipped by another man. Frequently, during the whipping, the sadist would stop and kiss his male masochist, and otherwise feel him. After at least 50 strokes, there were a few bruises on the masochist's back. Another 50 or so produced the first blood. And then the sadist really began to lay on the whip, cutting the skin of the back, thighs or ass of the bound masochist. All through it, the masochist made not one sound! Once the whip tip caught the cage of the woman suspended from the ceiling. She was so startled, she eeeked, but the audience was so mesmerized by the full-blooded flogging the masochist was getting that no one even noticed. When at last the sadist threw down his whip, the entire backside of his masochist was a bloody mess. The sadist then released his masochist, who slid slowly to the floor. The sadist very gently helped him to his feet, and helped him off the stage.

The intermission this time was longer for there was a need to clean up the stage.

Mary caught Ike's eyes, and both knew that what they had just seen was way beyond anything they had even suspected might happen. Mary had been fascinated, deeply moved, but appalled at the idea she might one day be in either of the roles! Ike never told Mary how he felt.

Although they didn't know when the five people came on stage, this was to be the last event on the stage. Two people, one man and one woman, were in full length rubber suits. They were seated on short stools and the other three pulled full helmets over the heads of the two seated. It was clear this was to be breath control. The nostrils had tubes which went up over their heads on the helmets and a hose entered their mouths through a ball which went inside their mouths. One of the three announced that there were check valves on the end of the nostril tubes. To Mary's questioning glance, Ike said they would be able to breathe out, but not in through their nostrils. Both were then helped to stand. Their hands were secured to trapeze bars and raised up over their heads, but no real stretch was put on them. Each was breathing easily through the tubes in their mouths. And then one of the others rolled out a mechanical device. The mouth tubes were hooked up to this device. The same one who spoke earlier did so again to tell them the device would control how much air their would be able to breathe, and what sort of air, adding that they could mix into the air some laughing gas, the odor of shit, the odor of dead animals, and a host of other noxious things, but none that would be dangerous. And so it started. The air to both was shut off for a full minute and it could be seen that scared both the hanging woman and the hanging man. When air was restored, a few moments were allowed for both to gulp in quantities of air. But, unnoticed by either, one of the remaining three adjusted the device, and instantly, both were aware of a difference in the air they were breathing. It was clear this was air neither wanted to breathe in that they tried to back away; this was useless of course but the effect on the audience was profound. Again, no air at all; then something else. This went on and on. The two hooked up had become aware of the pattern, so that when air was shut off, they didn't get scarred as they had. And then came the time when the air stayed off! The woman seemed to sense something was wrong sooner than the man, but not by much. Their hooded heads turned and twisted. They stamped their feet. And then they seemed to sort of relax, and sink down, so that both were supported only by their wrists secured to the trapezes. When there was no movement out of either, the knobs on the device were quickly twirled and with the others supporting them, the man and woman were soon on their feet. Ike looked at Mary, shook his head from side to side, passing judgement on whether they would try that.

Audience participation was invited, and a few people took up the invitation, but the attention to detail was missing. Realizing the evening was over, Mary and Ike left, with Mary still wearing the leather restraints. She no longer noticed them. Her parting view of the scene inside the club was the woman in the cage, high over the stage. Since there were no more flights to England that nite, they went to the recommended hotel, where they passed the rest of the nite in some languid and satisfying sex.

The next morning, Ike finally released Mary from her restraints. They got out of their outfits, showered and then returned to England, for the flight home.

Things settled down in their lives after the first six months. Relatives no longer were on their doorstep every Sunday. Ike was nearly joyful in his work, being able to count on his regular hours, every day. He took particular delight in declining the overtime. It was still required, but he said he could just as easily retire, and so the superintendents subsided. Oh, he did work the occasional overtime, more as a favor to his fellow workers who might have something planned; that is, he gave favors when he and Mary did not have something planned.

Mary got a new mini van. She wanted to get a Masserati, but that was considered impractical for the suburban Mom, picking up and dropping off kids, shopping and filling all the other roles she had to fill.

And, of course, Ike had fulfilled a long held wish: they both got motorcycles, big brutish machines. Mary didn't like hers a whole lot, since she felt she wasn't strong enough; but Ike blew her off with a comment about all the muscle building she had been doing over the years. It pissed her off to no end that he was right! She could handle the beast. Of course, if she ever had to lay it down, she was pretty sure she'd never get it up by herself, but Ike promised he'd help. Still, as often as not, she was on his buddy seat.

Eventually, they went house hunting. Some years before, they had been riding around the area and found a home that advertised it had a dungeon. They went looking for it, and found it. But it wasn't for sale!

Disappointed, they decided to keep looking. Eventually, they went to see a realtor. They described their needs, but they emphasized they were not interested in an estate. As they talked, the realtor began to pick through several files, and then offered one house that might meet their needs. Five bedrooms, three of which had its own bath, with a Jacuzzi in the Master Suite. Living room, dinning room, country kitchen, den, family room and a full basement. There were fireplaces in the family room, living room and Master Suite. The realtor stopped, and then looked up, slightly embarrassed, to say there was a walled off portion of the basement that was labeled dungeon on the listing. Neither Ike nor Mary said anything, and then with a masterpiece of acting, Ike reached for the listing, and sure enough it had a picture of the house they wanted.

In the fullness of time, they bought it. The owners would not let the realtor show the dungeon, but they called Mary and Ike one nite and invited them over. When they arrived, they were greeted cordially and made comfortable in the Living Room. After ice-breaking chit chat, the female owner said you know about our special room in the basement? Mary countered that the realtor hadn't been able to show it to them. The male owner said that had been at their insistence. The female owner said she supposed Ike and Mary knew what a dungeon was, and both nodded, Mary a little more enthusiastically than they had planned. Well, then, the female owner went on, they could have the room as is or it could be cleaned out. Ike inquired what was in there, and the male owner said they weren't going to say -- the option was to take it as is or totally cleaned out. Ike looked to Mary and she smiled and nodded, so Ike said they'd take it as is. Both owners stood, followed by Mary and Ike. Hands were shaken all around, and then the male owner handed Ike a key and the female owner handed Mary a key.

Three weeks later, Mary and Ike took possession of their new house. Both of them had a special key in their pockets, that just seemed to be burning a hole, but since the girls were with them on this visit, they couldn't go near it.

Moving in was an horrendous time. Still, as is the case, inevitably, it was done.

At breakfast the morning after their first nite in the house, their older daughter inquired about a locked door in the basement. Now parents, over the years, get quite good about dead panning in front of their children, so neither paid much attention. Then, with just the right amount of casualness, Ike said he seemed to remember it and would check it out later. The elder then volunteered that it might be a wine cellar, but the younger opined that it could be a dungeon. Before Mary or Ike could say or react to that, the older girl said that Mom would like that, and she grinned impishly at her Mother. The younger smiled too, but then the conversation of the girls went on to other things, leaving Mary with a fast beating heart and a gleam in Ike's eyes.

Finally, the girls were off to school, and Mary and Ike got the opportunity to go look at their dungeon.

The key worked smoothly, but the door was double thick and swung quietly on well-oiled hinges. There was a light switch on the wall that produced subdued lighting to reveal a nice size room. Three steps led downward to give the room greater height. The temperature was just right, and the humidity was fine. It was clear that this room was set apart from the systems for the rest of the house. As they entered, the door swung shut behind them, and they could hear the lock click.

Surveying the room, they saw a pillory, an X cross, a gallows, a rack, a T cross, a whipping bench, and, in the middle of the room, a solitary pole. On the walls, hung chains and manacles that were imbedded in the stone walls. The floor was carpeted.

In the far wall, the outside perimeter wall of the house, there was a rough wooden door. That door opened onto a rather dark corridor, lighted by only one low-watt bulb. Two other doors led off this corridor: on the one side was a normal sized door, that opened onto a cell, which had a cot and a sink, and very many chains.

The other door was considerably smaller, and opened onto another cell, but it was a cramp cell: the occupant would not be able to sit, stand or lay down; and there was no sink or cot, just a floor drain.

And then they noticed at their feet a trap door. When they opened it, they peered down at a circular pit, maybe two and a half feet in diameter. A tiny ladder permitted a person to climb down, where s/he would just stand, able to do nothing else and, when the trap was closed, able to see nothing.

Tuned to a very sharp focus, it was Mary who said she had to see what that was like. Quickly pulling off her t-shirt and jeans (which, of course, left her naked), she sat at the edge of the pit, and then carefully turned over and began the descent of the ladder. When her feet were on the bottom, she looked up. Her expression spoke volumes, but Ike understood and he gravely lifted and then lowered the trap, sealing his wife in the pit. When the trap was down, he noticed some pegs and a sledge hammer. Taking one of the pegs, he put it into the handle and then drove it home with the sledge. No way would Mary ever be able to get out of the pit by herself.

Later, when she had been freed, she complained about the length of time Ike had left her in there; but when he said it had only been fifteen minutes, she was stunned. She said time just stood still. She found she could turn around, even wedge her body against the walls and she imagined, in time, the person in there would sleep. But it would be incredibly bad for someone with claustrophobia. Ike nodded, and then asked if it had been a turn on -- and Mary smiled.

Saying there was no time like the present, they began to experience the various devices in the dungeon.

And so they had gotten accustomed to having their lives with more money, and their life with their special brand of fun.

Some place along the way, they had a very serious discussion about over-indulging themselves. Now that they could afford almost anything, they worried they might get jaded; and so they had established a ration. Total number of hours per month for use of dungeon apparatus was fixed, although time spent in any of the three cells by either of them would not count against apparatus time. Significant whippings for each were limited, though love making sessions involving the use of whips, paddles and the like were excluded from the time limitations.

Very early, they realized that some of the dungeon play might be so exhausting that fucking and sucking might not be feasible. It was agreed that whenever that happened, some vanilla sex would follow before another trip to the dungeon. Of course, they realized they would not be punching a clock, so to speak, but they were serious about not becoming hedonists.

And so life went on.

The trip in the second year was to be made to some out-of-the-way places, not ordinarily on the agenda of the typical tourist, but which would have particular appeal to them. It had been amazing how their world had expanded since their first trip to Europe. The D&S community was small, but tight.

The trip would last 22 days, and would take them to every continent except Australia and Antarctica. From the time they left until their return, Mary would be in some form of bondage or another. That idea alone was enough to have her on edge for the whole fucking week before they left. And, it was a fucking week, indeed.

It was felt the elaborate brace outfit they bought two years earlier would be impossible to explain in their luggage, and Mary couldn't wear it for the full 22 days. Well, she could, but they planned on some energetic sight seeing and that wouldn't be possible if she was carrying all that steel.

For the flight, she wore a heavily boned corset and a locking chastity belt. On her wrists, were heavy bracelets which looked odd, but were discrete as there were electro magnets built in -- when the switch was on, the magnets held the bracelets together firmly and she was cuffed as well as she would be in any of their conventional cuffs.

Lacing the corset on her was always a thrill for both of them. She didn't corset every day, being torn by wanting the compression of the corset and the desire to be essentially naked under minimal clothing. The chosen corset was a silk brocade with metal stays every inch, very heavily boned indeed. She stepped into it, and, with Ike's help, pulled it up her body. Her titties rested in half hammocks, and it descended downward to just above her shaven pussy. In the back, her ass was mostly bare as the corset came down to just below the start of the crack of her ass. She held it up as Ike began the first tightening of the laces. As he did so, she felt herself begin to fall into the grip of the garment.

After he tied it off the first time, she did some stretching exercises. They had found this to be helpful so that the corset, while still somewhat lose, might accommodate itself to her figure; she also was able to release any skin folds. Then she grasped the post of their bed, and the serious lacing began. Her breath began to come in short, shallow gasps; sweat beads had begun to pop out on Ike's forehead and his breathing had grown more ragged.

When he tied it off the second time, Mary held on to the post for a few seconds, and then turned to him with that sneaky smile on her face. For years, he had known that smile: she was turned on. It still baffled the two of them how getting laced into a corset would turn her on, but it sure as hell did.

Because of her fairly rigid posture, positions were somewhat limited; but, over the last few months, it had become their chosen way to butt fuck when she was in her corset. She bent just a bit, reached behind her as best she could to grasp her ass cheeks and pull them apart, and Ike just stepped up; and, holding her shoulders, he pressed into her.

It never ceased to amaze her: before the corset, she really hadn't looked forward to butt fucking. Oh, the stuffing of her ass was good, but....well, it just wasn't something she looked forward to with a keen desire. And then came the corset, and she wanted him in her ass all the time. Who the hell cared why, it was just great. Ike wondered why the hell he hadn't bought her the corset years before!

Later, when he had withdrawn, and then had helped her to clean up (with a wry, inward grin, she thought the corset did have it's benefits), she again grasped the post, and Ike continued the constriction. As the corset closed in on her, relentlessly, she began to sense the moment when she would swoon. Geeze, the first time she had swooned while Ike was tightening the laces, he had been scarred out of his wits. She had just dropped, like a stone, without warning. Momentarily witless, he took a scissors and cut all the laces, and then was on the verge of calling the rescue squad when she began to come to. Her reaction utterly startled him: she giggled. From then on, when they wanted the constriction to be maximum, she would be laced to swooning. He would ease her down to the bed, and then loosen the laces just a tiny bit before tieing them off as he waited for her to come around. Mary had discussed this with her doctor, who was amused but who assured them no serious harm would occur provided they continued the habit of the slight loosening to ensure proper blood supply to her head.

With the corset firmly in place, the chastity belt was fitted to her. She had two, one to be worn alone, and one for over the corset. Both were made the same way, one being slightly larger to fit over the corset (even with the waist reduction, there was a slight swelling to her hips; they had tried to fit the first belt over the corset and, while it would work, they decided to spend the money to make a proper fit). There was a locking belt with a front piece that descended downward between her legs which ended in two chains going upwards over her ass cheeks to the belt in back. The front piece fit her pussy closely, with a thin slit through which the outer lips of her pussy would protrude slightly, but which prevented insertion of anything. The pressure on the lips kept her in a constant state of low arousal, which was just fine, for the both of them.

The bracelets were then fixed in place. They really were massive, but most people who even looked at her when she had them on simply considered them rather bold statements, but nothing more.

The rest of her traveling costume was a very tight leather skirt, stay high hose, knee length boots with a moderate 3 inch heel, and a loose fitting suede blouse. On her neck, was a gold collar that locked on with a concealed lock. Her coat was leather.

Getting through security at the airport was much simpler now. One of their very many new friends/contacts put them in contact with the head of Security at JFK. They frankly told him that Mary wore corsets with metal stays. The result was that when they traveled, they would notify him in advance; then, when Mary would pass through the metal detectors and blow all the alarms and whistles, Ike would suggest the guard at the gate call the head of Security. Ike would identify himself, and they would be passed through.

For Mary, the security gate was always an ordeal. She just couldn't not blush, and she always felt everyone was looking at her. In truth some would look, but mostly in sympathy for who hadn't been stopped at least once. But their permission to proceed after a single phone call would result in curious stares but never questions.

Of course, this time Mary's outfit also attracted attention. The narrow waist could not be missed [Ike had required that once in the airport, she carry her coat over her arm], but even if one could tear their glance away from the waist, there was the skirt and the boots. But Mary had learned to turn her embarrassment over attracting attention to her advantage, and she proudly sailed through the airport, knowing a growing confidence.

Once on the plane, seated in first class, with Mary by the window, Ike activated the bracelets and she sat with her hands demurely clasped in her lap. Only the keenest observer would notice that she rarely moved her hands. And, when things had settled after dinner and the lights went down, Ike produced the ubiquitous nerf ball, which Mary gladly opened wide to receive.

The nerf ball came out a couple times to be wetted, but stayed in until just as a sliver of dawn appeared. Ike also released the magnets so Mary could freshen up. The beauty of wearing the leather was that it didn't wrinkle and her clothes looked just as fresh as they had when they boarded.

The limo met them and whisked them off to their hotel. Once there, they both stripped; well, that is Ike stripped and Mary went down to her corset. Ike activated the bracelets and tied a rope between her cuffed wrists that he pulled over the top of a door and secured it so that her arms were up over her head. He then secured her ankles with manacles and, after removing the chastity belt, he began to loosen the corset. Mary expressed her usual relief to be freed of the constriction, and then they both stepped into the Jacuzzi, where they relaxed for an hour or so. Bed, with sleep, followed with Mary still secured at wrists and ankles.

Refreshed after a six hour sleep, Ike ordered room service. The nude, cuffed and shackled Mary stepped into the bathroom while the meal was set-up.

There followed some "private" time. Suffice to say showers were essential afterward. Also, Mary's ass tingled!

The day's entertainment wouldn't begin until very late, so they decided to go for a walk. Mary was locked into her chastity belt and she wore the bondage bra too. Her outer garments were more prosaic than on the plane, and although in leather jacket, sweater, jeans and boots, she attracted no more than the usual attention a beautiful woman might. In point of fact, it was clear that Ike's very full beard was more of an attraction than the woman who was with him.

After their walk, they had a light supper, and just hung out in their suite. Around 10, they began to dress for the evening. Mary would wear a full-length rubber suit. The nude Mary was heavily talcum powdered. Her legs went in first and then, holding her arms straight out in front, Ike pulled the upper part to her, and then on to her body. The suit was zipped up the back. Naturally, the fit was not loose! A full hood went over her head. There were holes at eyes and mouth, but these, Mary knew, would shortly be covered. Her long red hair exited her hood in back in a huge pony tail. Next, Ike put a rubber straight jacket on her. Her arms were crossed in front of her and then secured behind her back. Rubber, high heeled boots were laced on her by Ike, and then a shackle with a comfortable length of connecting chain was attached to her ankles.

She sat while Ike dressed in soft leather slacks, knee boots and a silk shirt. His beard covered the fact the shirt was open. On his head, he wore a leather cap. He wore a belt from which a quirt and a paddle dangled. Finally, he produced a rubber pump gag, which Mary opened to receive. Ike pumped it until she nodded that it was enough, and he squeezed the bulb once more for good measure. She had known that he would do that so she had nodded early, as he had known she would -- so they were even. He then produced wrap around sun glasses like she wore that first time in the wheel chair. She could see others, dimly. And they left.

Mary felt very brazen indeed, strolling through the hotel lobby, dressed as she was. Yet, the British reserve held, and no one screamed, starred or in any way gave any indication of having seen them.

The limo awaited them at the door.

After a short drive, they were at a private party at a large, English mansion. The host met them at the door, collar and leash in place, and nothing else. Mary noted that how different reality was from fantasy. While the host was definitely sub, and being humiliated, he was more the normal, middle aged male, with pot belly and fleshy thighs. He might not make a good subject for a magazine cover, but it was reassuring to see someone more like the average male in such a setting.

Half the guests were in some form of restraint and/or embarrassing costume. Mary and Ike moved easily through the crowd, and both marveled at how they had changed from the days when their bondage was very private, just between them, and now when they regularly moved among others who lived the lifestyle they did.

One female guest sub was in a spider web. That is, she was tied spread-eagled to a rope web. On her head was a heavy leather, feature-less hood that covered her down to the nape of her neck. Her eyes were covered with a shield. The reason for such protection was that she was the target for the darts game: other guests used modified darts to aim at particular bulls-eyes painted on her body: each nipple, the navel and the area of her groin just above the pussy. The darts were lighter, and the needles shorter, but if the dart struck her correctly, it stayed stuck into her. That was why her face and neck were protected. A few darts stuck in her, but most missed. It was considered fair for her to be able to twist a bit, and that often deflected the darts rather than permitting them to stick her. Here and there were spots of blood on her body, but she was not claiming distress.

Subs who were able [those not encumbered] could throw an unlimited number of darts at their hapless simpatico; doms had to agree that if they were unable to stick her once in five times, they had to offer up their sub for some sort of event. Ike tried: the first three were serious attempts to stick that sub, but the last two were half-hearted. The Mary, who had cheered his first three efforts, loudly booed his two failures, knowing something awaited her later in the evening.

To her surprise, Mary was immediately taken to work off Ike's failed attempts at sticking the sub female target. Mary was confidant that nothing really serious would happen to her, and she looked forward to being released from her straight jacket. . .but it didn't happen. She was led to a metal frame. She was assisted to step up onto pegs that were well within the range of her shackles. Her legs were then secured to the frame. Then, she was bent over a bar and secured that way. She was in a whipping frame. Well, she'd done that before, many times in fact, so she really didn't fear it. But she had reckoned without the experience of being in rubber, or the fibre glass wands that would be used to beat her ass.

The first stroke she felt on her ass was a revelation. Never had she felt such fire in a first or a fiftieth stroke. She wasn't sure she'd be able to do this. But then, what could she do: she still had the gag, she was secure, and everyone calmly expected her "to do her duty."

She did her duty. She did her duty to the tune of 10 strokes, each blood curdling, and each the equal of all the other strokes added together she had ever endured. [Later, when they were in the limo, on the ride back to their hotel, with Mary sitting very lightly on the edge of the seat, she informed Ike that if he was going to continue to play darts, she was going to see that he practiced when they returned home. He inquired if he'd have a similar target, and she retorted, that could be arranged for whatever good it would do.]

Her ordeal over, Mary was released. For the rest of the evening, she avoided every opportunity to sit. She even refused her turn at sitting on a guy's face, the old smother game. She marveled at the guy who wore a saddle on his back, giving rides to all the females present, dom and sub alike.

She came up on Ike visiting with some others, and he was discussing their travel plans, and the fact that Mary would be bound some way for the whole trip. A female dom smiled at her and announced that Mary was a very lucky woman to have such an attentive dom. Mary's response was that Ike wasn't always the dom. The female dom glanced from Mary to Ike in some confusion, and then she laughed, figuring Mary had spoken out of turn. But it was Ike who agreed with Mary, stating what she said was true. The female dom stalked off. One of the men with whom he had been talking poked him in his ribs with his elbow and said the woman who left was none too pleased. Ike merely shrugged.

Ike took Mary's straight-jacketed arm and led her away. He related the conversation in which the one man had suggested a side trip in Africa where some women and men did the most amazing things with animals. Excitement arose in Mary's eyes.

A couple they met was Fanny and Frank. Fanny was a very imposing figure in black leather: thigh high boots with very high heels, a black leather corset-like outfit that did not so much draw her in as to re-distribute what she had in an Amazonian fashion. She wore long leather gloves to her arm pits, with sharply-pointed studded cuffs on each wrist. Her hair hung loosely to her shoulders and on her head she wore a broad-brimmed, low crown, leather hat. In one hand was a long, black cigarette holder in which a long, white cigarette glowed. In her other hand, she held a leash that led to Frank's collar. They knew Frank, not because he said who he was, but because Fanny introduced the two of them. He had on a full leather hood, with eye holes and with the mouth covered over with a strap that presumably had a large leather bulb in his mouth. He was wearing a French Maid's outfit, with a very frilly skirt that stood out perpendicular to his waist. The bodice of the outfit was cut in such a way to display his nipples, on which were comfortable clamps [it might be debated if there were such things as "comfortable" clamps; decidedly, there were clamps which were distinctly uncomfortable; these were suitable for long-term wear]. While his male equipment could not be seen, several weights could be seen dangling between his legs, so presumably he was supporting some strain. On his feet were thigh high boots, similar to Fanny's except the heels of his boots were higher, and shackles with a moderate length chain. His arms were behind, enclosed in a single glove. Even though built like a male, because of repetitious training by Fanny, his elbows were only a few inches apart [they had been together at various times, but it was felt better to not go the max since he'd be in the glove for a long time that nite].

Fanny explained that she had learned Frank liked to be bound, that she had studied the whole scene, on her own, unbeknowningst to Frank, and then became the dom to his fem/sub side. It was a funny thing, she said, drawing on her cigarette, that there had been times when she knew Frank wanted something but since he never told her, she was puzzled and even hurt. She knew he liked bondage, and she initiated bondage related love-making on occasion, but while he responded, and seemed to enjoy, she knew she hadn't found the right combination. Then there was a time she found some of his collection of erotica, and hoped that would unlock his secret. She learned then that he wanted to be the one tied, but his fem side she didn't learn about until she discovered a file on their computer about a "Terri." She read it, and was fascinated by her husband's skill at writing erotica, and it was then she finally puzzled out the last piece: Frank was Terri, and she, Fanny, his wife, was Jennifer!

While Ike paid close attention, and observed the mute and bound Frank closely, Mary paid especially close attention. This situation, including the names of Terri and Jennifer, was very much like something she had read long ago on a bbs. The author then had been named Frank. They had been very close, and had exchanged some very hot chat; but then they sort of drifted apart. Finally, Mary asked Fanny if they lived in a certain city, and Fanny first blinked, and then said yes; adding was she the Mary of the huge gags?

For about an hour, the three of them visited, while Frank continued to stand, mutely, in his high heels and single glove. Finally, it was agreed they would meet in some months in the USA.

Later that nite, back in their hotel room, Mary laid on her tummy, bound at wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Her bonds didn't stretch her, but she was secure enough so that she couldn't use her mouth or either hand to free herself.

The next day, in corset and chastity belt, but with leather jeans and jacket, and walking boots, Mary went with Ike to Madame Troussard's. They had missed the famous wax museum on their previous trips, and this time they had set aside a particular time. They made quick work of the main exhibits, but both marveled at the artistry.

Their main interest, however, was the torture chamber exhibit. As soon as they rounded the last corner in the corridor, Mary felt her inner lips, contained within the chastity belt, moisten. Ike too was looking "forward".

The first exhibit was a depiction of Joan of Arc, burning at the stake. For a moment, there was confusion in their minds: the wax figure was nude, but a reading of the card explained it. It was normal that one to be burned alive would be naked so that those watching could watch the skin bubble and there would be less fuel to cause smoke that would obscure the vision. The addition of clothes in depictions of burning was done only in the 19th century when it wasn't considered tasteful to depict a naked Saint being burned alive. Using the latest in computer virtual reality, it actually seemed as if Joan's body was being licked by flames and that her skin was bubbling. The figure was secured to an upright post with chains criss-crossing her upper body, a chain around her neck and her hands were chained behind her. Faggots were piled up to her knees, and the flames leaped up from these. Mary stood there, transfixed. It was so incredibly real!

Finally, she managed to tear herself away, and moved to catch up with Ike. He was observing a man, whose feet were locked in stocks and his hands bound to a pole behind him, having his feet bastinadoed. The torturer was swinging a metal rod, and the figure's feet were already dripping blood, with the flesh cut to the bone in some places. The card for this explained that a person who underwent a serious bastinado rarely walked again; a less serious treatment resulted in crippling or at least incapitation for several weeks.

In another scene, a woman was having one of her tits cut off; the other, already cut off, lay on the floor. Ike observed that this would have been a real waste. Mary giggled.

The next scene was more elaborate. A woman was on a rack. She was naked. Her feet were tied by ropes to a drum at one end of the table; her wrists to a similar drum at the other end. The rack was far less massive than what they had at home in their own dungeon. The explanatory card described the rack, and the effect it had, pointing out dislocation of one or more limbs was likely. It then urged pushing a small button for a demonstration. Mary pushed the button, and a narration began, overtalking the moaning of a woman, presumably the patient. The drums were set in motion, and the woman model's body was seen to rise slightly, and stretch; and then the ladder under her dropped away, suspending the body in space between the two drums. Mary turned to Ike and said that they had to try that. Ike queried her about the possibility of a dislocated shoulder or hip, and she said they could be careful. He shook his head, but it was clear he was intrigued. When the narration stopped, the lights in the exhibit went out; and when they came up again, the ladder was back in place.

The next thing they saw was a man seated on a bench, with one leg in an iron boot. A torturer was setting a wedge between the leg and the inside of the boot. Two other wedges were already in place, and blood could be seen oozing from the leg. The explanation card stated this was the Iron Boot, designed for the simple purpose of crippling a person.

In the next scene, a man was undergoing a penal whipping. He was secured to a pillar, back outward. His back was a mess of open wounds, some of which dripped blood. The model swinging the whip actually did so, and the single strand bull whip, about 12 feet long, continually snapped in the air.

A small scene had a man sitting in an iron chair that had a fire under it. The seat of the chair acted like a skillet and his ass was literally frying.

In another scene, a woman was being pushed into an Iron Maiden. When the doors would be closed, many spikes would penetrate her body, none of which would kill but all would injure. She would be left to bleed to death.

Two methods of hanging were side by side. The one was a gallows, where a man stood on a trap door, and then the trap was sprung, the model fell a few feet to be jerked up. The other had a man standing on the floor with a rope around his neck. Two torturers hauled on a rope, hoisting the man off the ground by his neck and he was left to twist and kick until he strangled. Ike studied this one very closely, telling Mary as they stood there, that it was possible to hoist someone by their neck to induce asphyxiation, but to lower them before any damage was done. So she studied it more closely, and as she was wondering how that might feel, Ike said with pulleys she should be able to hoist him. She glanced at him curiously, but said nothing.

There were other smaller exhibits depicting the beheading of Charles I and Ann Boylin. There was another showing the drawing and quartering of a nobleman.

Finally, there were three scenes showing more modern methods of execution. One was the Russian method of a man tied to a chair, being shot behind the ear. Another was a scene depicting Barbara Grahm being executed in the California Gas Chamber. The final scene was man being electrocuted, his body surging against the heavy leather straps binding him to the chair, with a little bit of smoke coming out from under the leather mask over his face.

When they made their way outside, both were quite subdued. The realism of the wax dummies and the apparatus made it all seem so real. They thought they had seen several people die that afternoon, to say nothing of the bodies that had been broken.

But, a session in the Jacuzzi and a moderate session with Ike whipping Mary rejuvenated them. He was careful not to strike her still heavily marked ass. Back in her chastity belt and with her bondage bra on, they went to a play and dinner, and then back to their hotel.

The next day, they were off to France, where they went to see the dungeon in the Bastille. While there were no wax figures in or on any of the engines, these were the real devices. Blood stains were still visible on the base of a guillotine. Marks from fingernails in the wood of pilars used to secure people for whippings were eloquent in describing the agony of those under those whips.

From Paris, they went to Morocco. Here they went to a modern day slave trading auction. Ike had been warned it was dangerous to take Mary to such a place, for she would fetch a nice price. But they were determined, so one of their friends directed them to one of the actual traders who agreed to protect them.

Discreetly concealed from the bidders, Mary watched an auction. In a burnoose, Ike was out in the crowd. The poor wretches who were to be sold were about equally divided between men and women, but they were a sorry lot. Mary couldn't tell what the prices were but it didn't seem as if anyone was happy with the outcome. She had lost sight of Mike out in the open, and was beginning to wonder could she go look for him, when suddenly, a hand clasped over her mouth and another over her breasts. When she attempted to struggle, she felt other hands grasp her ankles. Panic stricken, she flayed out, but found she was well secured in the grasp of these people. Momentarily, a thought flashed through her mind about the futility of all that body building pain she had endured over the years; but then the terror returned.

She felt her ankles and legs being tied, and then that tieing went on up her body. A black cloth was pulled over her head, and then on down her body. Her arms and mouth were free, and she did her best to battle with both, but the bag was too secure and her screams, grunts and yells had absolutely no effect.

The next sensation she had was of being carried in a horizontal mode through corridors and around corners. There was talking around her, and even laughter; and once she thought she even heard women laughing. She felt herself being placed down on something, and she thought she understood a car trunk lid being closed on her. When the motor started and the car began to move, she knew she was going for a ride. It was futile to attempt to recall the turns as she had no idea where she had started from.

The drive felt like it had left the city for the open road, as speed seemed to pick up and there were fewer turns or stops. This part of the trip seemed to last for a quarter hour. Mary was glad for the diversion of trying to analyze the ride as it kept her mind off the terror.

The ride was back in a built up area again, and very soon it came to a stop altogether. The trunk was opened, and she was quickly hoisted out and carried somewhere. Then she was put down. A door closed. Nothing happened, and she could hear nothing. Tentatively, she tried to move. Nothing happened to her. She attempted more movement, and noticed a glimmer of light. The bag was open; in a moment, she was out of it.

Her prison was a small room with a dirt floor. One small cot was all the furniture, if you excluded the pot and basin in the corner. One small light bulb was in a ceiling fixture, providing the only illumination in the room. There were no windows and but one door, without a knob. She stood by the door, listening, but could hear nothing. She considered pounding on the door, and yelling for someone to set her free, but she reasoned that was not likely and the yelling might get her into trouble.

Well, she thought, this is one hell of a fix. She wasn't even sure if Ike was aware she was gone. Where had he gone? Had something happened to him too? And she began to weep. Not wail, but just a steady, convulsive sobbing.

How long this continued she was not sure. It was interrupted by the door opening. A man in a burnoose stood there in front of her when she raised her eyes.

He said Good Day Mary Elise. With a start, she realized he had called her by her given name. She never used it. No one called her that except her Mother. And then she reasoned, he had her passport.

The man then proceeded to explain what had happened. White women were highly sought after in this part of the world. She was to be sold, of course, and as quickly as possible. No doubt she was hoping to find some way to escape, and he encouraged her in her thinking -- it helped to pass the time and kept the spirits up. Would her husband be able to enlist the aid of the American Embassy -- sure, but to what end? She had just dropped out of sight, and would stay out of sight for as long as her owners wanted. Did she start at the fact she was now owned? -- she had best come to grips with that for that was a fact. For how long? -- that was a decision to be made by her eventual owner. Some slaves were released after a time; others were sold again and again, but each successive sale was to a lesser position.

As he anticipated her questions, and then answered them, she alternately stared and glared at him in amazement. She vacillated between this couldn't be happening and when would the charade end to this has happened and I'll never see Ike or the girls again.

She came out of her self pity to hear the man acknowledging her chastity belt with approval. That would enhance her value at the sale, which would be the very next day. She was a hot commodity, and the quicker she was sold, the better he would like it.

With an abruptness that startled and disappointed her, he was gone. So long as he was talking, she had a grip, albeit minor, on reality. Now, alone in the Spartan room, despair began to creep in. But, being a practical sort of person, she realized her future was beyond this room, so the best thing to do would be to try to get some rest.

A torrent of some language raised her to consciousness. She was jerked upright and pushed out the door. She gave a single thought to bolting, but seeing the armed guard at the end of the corridor ahead of her ended that notion. She was prodded into a second room where there was a tub and an old crone, who motioned her into the tub.

The water was warm, and she was allowed to relax in it for several minutes. Then, the old crone began to soap her up, skin and hair. Mary was a little put-off when the old woman began to soap her breasts; it had been a very long time since another female had touched her there.

Within an hour, she was scrubbed and coiffed. She actually felt pretty good. She was fed, and thus, under other circumstances, she would have felt quite pleased with herself.

The man who talked to her the day before now came for her, and asked her to come with him. He said that he would put handcuffs on her to discourage any idea of running. He felt no concern that she might trip for he was reasonably sure she had worn cuffs often. [Damn that chastity belt, she thought. That's how he knows.] Thus, she was startled when he continued to talk, saying it wasn't just the chastity belt she was wearing but just her whole demeanor. . .she had been born to wear handcuffs! [Christ, she wondered, how can somebody be "born" to wear handcuffs? And then she answered her own question -- I really am born to wear them because I damn well want to wear them.]

After turning several corners, she found herself in the room where yesterday's auction had been held. She knew it from the way it looked, but she also saw where she had watched the proceedings the day before. She looked at her escort questioningly, and he smiled as he nodded. Yes, he said to her, the ride in the car trunk was bogus, just to confuse her and to make her less resistant. She wanted to be angry, but at whom and for what, so she merely shrugged. The man led her to a pole where there was a chain with an open collar. He put the collar around her neck and locked it, and then left her.

There stood Mary Elise, naked but for a metal chastity belt, with a collar on her neck and chained to a post in a slave market in Morocco. Now what?

"What" was soon answered, as some men began to drift into the slave market. There were curious stares directed her way, and she tried to hide her nudity.

When fifteen or so men were milling about, the man who had talked to her came back. In a conversational tone, in a language she did not understand, he addressed the men in the market. The listened very seriously, and then grins came over them. Some even laughed out loud. They turned to her with renewed interest.

The man then turned to her and told her to stand away from the pole. If these men were to be to bid good money for her, they deserved to see what they were bidding on. Mary was in a quandary. She didn't want to expose herself more; but, she reasoned, perhaps if she did her buyer might look more kindly on her. In the end, vanity prevailed. She was stacked, and she knew she was stacked, so she stood away from the pole, threw her shoulders back and spread her legs slightly. She was ready to be sold.

While she didn't understand the language, she was surely able to understand the auction. Bidding for her was spirited, and from the smile on the man's face, she felt the price to be paid for her would be high.

Finally, the bidding slowed, with only two in the audience keeping it up. And then, the man swung his arm to punctuate a word. It was over. She had been sold!

To her dismay, everyone then left, including the man who had been conducting the auction. She was left as she was: naked, hands cuffed behind her and a collar holding her to the post.

Time passed. The chain on her collar was not long enough to permit her to sit.

She stood.

And stood.

And stood.

At last, she saw three men coming towards her. One was the man who conducted the auction. He told her that she was to be prepared for shipment. He ignored her question as to where she was to be shipped. She was unlocked from her post, but her hands were not freed. The silent men walked on either side of her around corners and down corridors. [She had thought to herself, she'd never have escaped. This place was like a lambrythe.]

Finally, they entered a room. There, in the middle, was an old fashioned steamer trunk, standing on one end and open. She did not like what she saw: a small chair built into the base of the trunk but the two men quickly had her sitting on it. Then, very rapidly, leather straps held her at ankles, knees, upper thighs, waist, chest, arms, and neck. Her mouth was forced open, and it was packed with a huge amount of cloth. Mary had been gagged before, but this was ridiculous. She couldn't begin to close her mouth! And then, non-stick, hospital tape was wrapped around her head several times to secure the packing. On her head, they put a football-like helmet, and this was in turn strapped to the sides of the trunk. Except for the seat bottom, everything was heavily padded.

The man cautioned her not to worry; her handlers would be most careful for it would mean their lives if she got so much as a scratch. The man who purchased her was very interested in her safety and good condition. Besides, the trip would not be a long one. With that, he signaled the handlers, and the trunk was closed.

Mary felt the trunk tip slightly, and then she knew it was on a small, 2 wheel truck. She was wheeled away on her journey into slavery.

Ventilation was adequate, and despite the warnings to her handlers about her safety, she was jostled enough so that she would have been marked up pretty badly had it not been for the rigid pose she was held in. She knew when she was put on a jet...the familiar jet fuel odors were very strong. The take-off was smooth, and very soon they were airborne.

Wryly, she wondered if this would be a circular flight and she would end up back in the slave market. The flight was longer than the auto ride had been.

She must have dozed for the screech of the wheels touching down startled her.

She, that is her trunk, was removed from the plane, and placed on a truck. Very soon, she heard what must have been the customs people inquire as to what was in the trunk. [Good, she thought, somebody speaks English around here.] It pissed her off that she was referred to as old clothes and second hand books. But, there was no mistaking the stamp of approval of the customs person, and the continuation of the journey.

The trunk was placed on a truck, and the rid was slow. Even so, she rocked quite a bit. Thank God I don't get seasick, she thought.

Ultimately, the ride stopped, and she (in her trunk) was placed on the ground. She heard the hasps and locks on the trunk being undone, and then the trunk was opened. She wondered what her purchaser would look like.

He had a very long beard! Ike! What the hell?

And then she saw some of the others from the party in London, and she knew it had all been a very elaborate hoax. Even the man who conducted the auction was there.

The immediate relief was replaced by extreme anger, but that quickly turned to joy. Ike was hurriedly removing her gag and undoing the straps that held her in her trunk. When at last she was free, she stood up and fell into his arms.

That evening, the events of the past three days were explained to her. She was loudly complimented on her pose during the auction. Other subs who had gone through it had turned into whimpering, whining wretches, but not Mary: she had pride and pizazz!

Her only question was to inquire the true amount that was the winning bid.

There were embarrassed and then sheepish looks, before the auctioneer stated she had fetched eleven and a half cents.

There was silence, and then she started to giggle, and that turned to guffaws, and she really did pee her pants [well, that is, she would have peed her pants if she had any on].

This whole event had been the special part of the trip that had been added on. She smiled benignly at all, and admitted it was very well done, and she held no grudges [but she had her fingers crossed when she said no grudges].

It happened that they were exactly where their itinerary said they should be. It was an African game preserve, the hotel in the trees. Here tourists were in the cage, and the wildlife had the run of the preserve. Residents could look out their window at the wildest of wildest Africa.

In residence at the hotel were several primates. All were for sale. One in particular took a liking to Mary, a reddish haired Orangutan, who looked a lot like the Clyde of the Clint Eastwood movies.

One nite, Mary and Ike were sitting in the glassed-in lounge, overlooking the jungle below, at twilight, when the nocturnal animals began to come out to hunt. The Orangutan came and sat by Mary, and very calmly reached his arm over her shoulder and cupped her breast! She was too startled to move, and then she saw that Ike was laughing so hard, he could barely get his breath. She demanded to know what was so fucking funny, and he recalled for her a computer adult image where a chimp was squeezing a woman's boob, all the while smiling that toothy grin. She got laughing too, and the Orangutan chimed in too.

One of the attendants came over to see what was the fuss. Both Ike and Mary spoke as one that there was no fuss. Then, Mary asked the price of the Orangutan, and when told what it was, she said to Ike she wanted it to take home. She said she'd call the beast Bernie in honor of a friend they both had. For some reason, the Orangutan chose that moment to really squeeze harder, and Mary squeaked, and Ike, laughing so hard that tears were running down his face, came over to help separate Bernie from his wife's tit.

What they thought would be wildly erotic, observing men and women having sex with various animals, turned to be a bummer. Oh, they watched women fuck ponies and donkeys, a man had a snake pushed up his ass, women fucked everything imaginable: goats, dogs, pigs. It just didn't work for them.

That nite, Mary wondered if Bernie had been trained in the same place. They laughed.

The next day, Bernie was crated for shipment to the USA, and they continued their trip to East Africa. Here they were guests of local business people. The blacks were in the process of taking over, or had already taken over the government. Even so, on private land, servants and others were brought for corrections of behavior.

To Mary, it was just like the penal flogging that they had seen at Madame Troussaud's. The man or woman was secured to a pilar around which they tried to wrap their arms -- some men could, but most men could not and none of the women could. The executioner then was told how many strokes were thought to be correct for the problem, and they were administered with a bull pizzel. None whose back was caressed with the bull prick escaped without at least a bead of blood; some displayed a great deal of blood. The most serious infraction, stealing from the lady of the house, got the accused seven strokes. His back was a bloody mess when he was taken down.

As they stood there, watching, Mary felt a growing heat in her loins. This was, by far, the most serious CP she had ever seen. Finally, she whispered in Ike's ear she had to be able to grasp that pillar while that pizzel was applied to her back. He looked at her with concern. Never before would there have been such a serious application. The likelihood that she would be marked was nearly 100%; that the marks would be permanent was better than 50%. He expressed his reservations with regret: he knew that she wanted it, but he was fearful. She acknowledged his concern, and she agreed with him; yet, the fire in her pussy was nearly overwhelming. Never had she felt such a need to feel a whip.

And so, it was arranged. When all the punishments had been meted out for the day, one of their friends approached the executioner. With much gesticulating, and glances at Mary and Ike, but more at Mary, the executioner finally nodded. Their friend came to them and said it was arranged. But Mary refused to move towards the post. With some impatience, their friend inquired if she wasn't serious, and she replied that she was utterly serious, and that she wanted to be reassured that the executioner was not going to soften his strokes. Caught in a subterfuge, the friend faltered, and then he returned to the executioner, who nodded and smiled.

In a thrice, Mary was stripped to her chastity belt, and she attempted to wrap her arms around the pillar. She was tied tightly, and she waited.

Liquid fire erupted on her back. Oh, shit, she thought. Ike was right. This WAS too much. She wanted to say stop, but before she could......

Stroke number 2 wrapped her back in more fire. She KNEW her back was bleeding in many places. Thank God, there would only be....

Stroke number 3 was both the hardest and the last. She knew she would never have lived through more. She simply collapsed in her bonds. My God, what have I gotten myself in for. The mist of pain had clouded her vision.

Moments later, sitting in a chaise, she re-orientated herself. She sat upright, and looked behind her, checking for her blood on the chair. There was none. Perplexed, she looked at Ike, who shrugged. [I want to see], she insisted, so a mirror was brought, and she observed.

YES, there were three bright red lines.

YES, there were bruises even brighter red where the lines intersected.

No, there was no blood; and she realized she was disappointed.

From East Africa, they moved on to Asia, to Ankara, Turkey. Here they were taken on a tour of a prison for dangerous prisoners. And because they were dangerous, each one of them wore connected wrist and ankle fetters. While most were men, there were women too. Their uniforms were all alike: a sort of sarong. It had to be simple since the chains just did not come off -- there were no locks, they were riveted on. Mary and Ike also saw the solitary confinement area, and it was remarkably like what they had in their own dungeon. [As yet, Ike and Mary hadn't made a whole lot of use of their cells. That nite, they agreed neither had seen much to encourage them at this prison to make more than the occasional use of them. But then Mary added that being in there alone was scary, but if Bernie was locked in with her, that might make it better. Ike wanted to know if she wanted them in the same cell, but she said no; she'd want Bernie to be a separate cell so that when he smelled her juices, he'd be all the more frustrated. Ike just shook his head at the diabolical thoughts his sweet, cuddly loveable wife could come up with.]

They were quite happy to move on to the next stop in Nepal. Although officially outlawed for many, many years, the practice of settee, the practice of burning the widow --alive-- on the pyre of her dead husband, was still done in some places. And they were going to watch.

Of course, it was necessary to have a corpse, and none were at hand, so no widow in waiting either. They had realized that possibility when they put Nepal on the itinerary, but who knew. Their second nite, the couple who were their host and hostess arranged a small party. This couple knew Ike and Mary only as friends of friends who wanted to see settee, if possible; they did not know of Ike and Mary's D&S.

Thus, both were quite surprised after dinner. Furniture was pushed to the side, musicians set up their instruments and the rug rolled up. And the very first dancer came in laden with tiny links, light chains, and began to dance! Of course, the young woman was in colorful costume, but there wasn't much of that. Mary began to count the chains. The young woman had a golden (gold?) collar around her neck, and cuffs of similar material around her upper arms and wrists, and around her thighs and ankles. A belt, also of the same material, encircled her waist.

Starting at the top, the girl had piercings in her eye brows, her nose, several in each ear, at the top of each shoulder, in her nipples (these were covered, but with the thinnest veil imaginable), in her navel, many in her pussy (this too was theoretically covered), and in her inner thighs. Tiny chains connected each of these piercings to each cuff/collar/belt. On each chain was a different sized bell that she was able to sound by just the right muscular action. Her dance steps were slow, but the melody she made with her bells was fantastic.

While not exactly erotic, Ike and Mary agreed the dance was provoking, and especially well done.

The next part of the entertainment was far more violent. Two nude, young women duked it out. They fought with their fists, they wrestled and the used knives. At first it had appeared to be a fairly well choreographed event, but then the fists seemed to make contact and cause result, the wrestling got more violent, and it came clear this was for real. Mary slid to the front of her chair where she watched intently. With her body building, she felt she could buy into this. These gals were hurting each other. Both would be very sore the next day. But then, when they picked up knives, Mary didn't know what to think. The two women went at each other with the blades with the same reckless abandon as they had pummeled or threw each other. If there had been any doubts about the fighting or wrestling, there could be none when two cuts were opened on the shoulder of one of the women. Mary and Ike finally came to understand: the fighting and wrestling was to soften each up; the cutting was the way to victory. How many cuts would each combatant take, while trying to cut the other, before herself giving up.

It turned out to be quite a few cuts! Both were quite bloody, and moving very slowly when finally one woman backed away and dropped her knife. The other immediately dropped hers. And then, to the amazement of Mary and Ike, they embraced and kissed.

That nite, Ike and Mary discussed what they had seen. They were moved, that was certain; but they were uncertain about their total reaction.

After a while, that nite, Mary whipped Ike. While it was very good, it was clear to both her mind was still partially occupied by what they had seen.

Two days they waited in Nepal, before finally deciding to go on to South America.

In Argentina, the world's human pony gathering was taking place. Mary's harness and sulky had been shipped directly from the USA, and was there when they arrived. After a day of soaking and resting from the long, tedious journey from Nepal, they went out to the track. Here, horse barns had been cleaned out, and in the stalls were human ponies, haltered just the four legged ones. Mary had been assigned a stall in a very new barn, so the odor of horse shit was not overpowering. Her harness was in her stall, and the sulky was just outside.

There were very many nude women ponies, and an equal number of male ponies about, so Mary was not terribly embarrassed to remove all her clothing. The first thing that went on her body was the pair of special, knee high boots: instead of a normal foot, the base was rounded and flared out so that it looked like a hoof; and it sounded like a hoof too. Ike then began the task of putting her harness on her. A very wide leather belt was first. Straps from this belt went up over each shoulder and rejoined the belt in back. Similar straps connected through her groin. Wide bands went around her thighs, and these two connected to the waist belt. Her wrists were cuffed, and these were secured to the back of the waist belt. A very high, rigid collar went around her neck. This gave her minimal movement of her head, unless she bent her whole upper body. On her head went a bridle like collection of straps: one around her head like a head band, one over her head at the temples and under her chin, a bit for her mouth secured by two straps running behind her head and each of these secured to the over the top strap. A plume of ostrich feathers was secured to the top of her bridle. And then, the part she liked least, Ike pushed a butt plug into her out of which a clump of horse hair stuck so it looked like she had a tail.

Like that, Ike lead her to an exercise path, and required that she walk, then trot, then run, then trot, then walk. Once into it, Mary enjoyed herself. She worked up a nice sheen of perspiration, and was really into being harnessed and required to act like a pony. Being naked, outside, added to her zest; and seeing others harnessed in similar fashion, doing the same things she was doing, was exciting. When that thought dawned on her, she wondered what the hell is happening to me. And she answered her own question: she didn't enjoy being nude in a crowd so much as she enjoyed her obvious better conditioning. And then a thought crept into her mind: there was to be a race in a couple days and maybe, just maybe, she could win. Nothing like introducing a little competition to get Mary's blood coursing through her veins!

So, she threw herself into the training. Ike noticed the change in her manner and was perplexed by it, but he said nothing. Instead, he helped her along, using his thin whip to cause her to pick up her knees when trotting.

After a work out, her harness was removed and Ike used a hose and cloth to clean her. He then took her to her stall where he left her.

In the afternoon, he was back. She was quickly re-harnessed, and then, after a brief warm-up, he harnessed her to her sulky. Her hands were released from behind her back and then fastened to the staves of the sulky. This permitted her to hold it up as well as to grip it to pull it. When she was in position, the staves extended out about two feet in front of her for there was a bar connecting the two staves that was secured to the front of her belt. Behind her, there was about two yards to where the seat was. When the rider of the sulky was in place, his or her legs (it had always been only Ike up till now) rested on the staves, and there was just the right distance to use the sulky whip. The tip could be snapped on her ass cheeks, or the full tail could be laid on her back. Ike led her out to a track (there were three, two for practice and one for the event) and let her get a feel for the footing (hoofing?). The ground was slightly soft, but not quite as soft as it would be for horses. After getting an acknowledgement that she was ready, he swung himself into the sulky, positioned his legs, and then with a snap of the whip tip on her right buttock, they began. She started off slowly, and they did one circle of the track at walking speed. This was designed so that she could again learn the balances required to walk in the hoof boots, and the effect of Ike being in the sulky. By shifting his weight, he could make the staves want to head downward (in which case, she had to pull up) or head upward (in which case she had to hold them down). For walking, they had found she did better holding them up, so his weight was forward in the sulky; for trotting, either way was about the same; but, for running, definitely holding the staves down was better as she could allow the bar to which her belt was fixed to ride up just a little higher so that she was able to get her chest into it (below her massive boobs, for it was most important that the boobs be free to swing and sway and jiggle and jounce according to the rules of the pony girl association!). Very little about pony girl racing pleased Ike more than to watch all those boobs bounce and sway, but Mary wasn't too pleased since it tended to wear her out.

Training went on like that for two days. Mary ached that first nite, sleeping on the floor of her stall. Of course, she didn't spend the entire nite there, but enough so that it met the association requirements. And, she was back before dawn, with that sticky, glistening stuff on the inside of her thighs, and a smile on her lips.

On the third day, it was clear excitement was in the air. Today was the day of the races. Only four sulkies would race at a time, so there had to be some elimination races. Mary won her first two races in a breeze. In both, there were two female and two male ponies, and none of the other six were in anywhere near the good condition she was in.

The third elimination race had a guy who kept pace with her for most of the way, and it took Ike applying the whip to her back to get that extra ounce of energy so that she crossed just a boob in front of the guy. A protest was made that she had unfair advantage, but Ike blew them off, saying if the pony boy had gotten it up, with what he had, he would have more in front than Mary.

And that put them in the championship. The ponies were permitted to rest, but Ike kept Mary moving, even if slowly, so that her muscles didn't tighten up. And that undoubtedly was the difference. She had some very stiff (well, one was) competition, but, from the head of the stretch run, there had been no doubt. She was in front and nothing or nobody was going to catch her.

In the tradition of racing, a blanket of flowers was draped over her shoulders and Ike got to drink champagne from the silver cup.

That evening, they were the featured guests at the banquet.

The next day, tired but happy, they flew home.

The girls were just overjoyed with the idea they would be having an Orangutan coming to live with them. It seems the shipper had notified them their Orangutan had arrived, but that it would be in quarantine for 30 days. They excitedly wanted to know what it was to be named, and when Mary said she had already named it Bernie, the older girl winked and smiled knowingly.

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