IRONWOOD REVISTED 


IRONWOOD REVISITED. In IRONWOOD, the reader was invited to visit that unique 
enterprise, that singular institution, where submissive young beauties were 
rigorously trained in the many arts of love. James, our narrator and host on 
that journey, was to become an entrepeneur in the Ironwood Concern. And in 
IRONWOOD REVISITED, we follow his rise to power in that garden of erotic 
delights. In this volume we come to understand how Ironwood, with its strict 
standards and iron discipline has acquired its premier reputation among that 
select circle of its clients -- the world's most discriminating connoisseurs.


Excerpt from Ironwood Revisited

The contrast of the sexy black lingerie with her pale blond beauty was striking. 
Her silvery blond hair hung in shimmering waves, framing her finely-drawn 
features. Alicia had a face of classic proportions with high etched cheekbones, 
a long narrow nose and the slightly flaring nostrils of a high-strung 
thoroughbred. Her chiseled lips seemed perpetually drawn in smug unsmiling line. 
Her eyes, a soft blue-gray, were capable of delivering a gaze that was both 
seductive and yet curiously distant.

First, she had to be collared, and for that she was ordered to her knees. 
Without a word, Alicia slid off the bench and knelt before us, her head tilted 
forward, eyes downcast. She eased back to sit on her heels, automatically 
assuming the "presentation position", the one adopted by Ironwood girls when 
being introduced. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, the hands extended and 
open, as if in offering. The light shone on the shiny ash blond hair of her 
tilted head as she waited in silent submission before us.

I picked up a short strap and gestured to her, and Alicia obediently bowed her 
head, offering me her neck, which I now banded with the wide leather strap, 
forming that eloquent Ironwood symbol, the high slave collar. Now she heard her 
sentence: for her unbecoming conduct, Alicia would be sentenced to the "rack". 
She was to remove her brassiere. We would begin. No trace of emotion flickered 
over Alicia's handsome face, yet I knew she was secretly excited.

Without the slightest hesitation, the elegant blonde moved to obey, reaching 
back to loosen the black lacy contraption, brushed down the thin ribbons that 
looped her shoulders, and sloughed the tangle of straps and cups, casually 
baring her breasts, two wide-based slightly flattened cones, firm and high-set. 
The exposed aureoles were of a delicate pink coral and their tiny nubs were 
already distended, protruding stiffly with anticipatory excitement, sticking 
straight out at us, in what must have been mute evidence of feminine arousal. I 
knew Alicia well. The very thought of her long body displayed in wanton 
exhibition on the rack thrilled her to the core, causing her to moisten between 
the legs, sending a distinct sexual twinge through her.

It was to that bizarre device that the leggy blonde was now ordered. She knew 
the routine. With no further prompting, she walked to the table, perched on the 
edge and then slid upward, pulling up her nyloned legs and easing herself back 
till she could lay flat on her back, her legs extended in a loose sprawl. She 
shifted to get comfortable, then reached up high over her head, offering her 
outstretched arms to us where we stood at the head of the table. Working 
silently, we cuffed her wrists with wide leather bands, and the cuffs were 
linked together and attached in turn to a line which led to a drum, a small 
revolving cylinder bolted to the top of the table. Working quickly now, we 
banded her ankles in a similar way, running the leads from those cuffs to the 
anchors set at the lower corners of the table. These lines were pulled taut, 
stretching the nylon-clad legs until the strain was evident in the taut sinews 
of her long smoothly tapering thighs.

Now Victor manned the crank at the side of the drum and began reeling in the 
overhead line, taking up the slack until the girl's arms were pulled upward 
straight over her head. Victor cranked in several more notches until the sinews 
of her arms were pulled taut before the ratchet was secured and locked in place.

The girl made a breathtaking picture stretched out on the table, her sleek lines 
elongated, her feminine charms exposed; arms stretched high overhead; svelte 
torso streamlined into long flowing lines. Her mounded breasts were slightly 
flattened, pulled into two distended swells, while her upstanding nipples stood 
erect from aueroles that had expanded and darkened with passion, a sure sign of 
her tingling state of arousal. The low-slung panties spanning her narrow hips, 
moulded the gentle mound of her sex in shiny opaque satin bordered by sidepanels 
of sheer black lace.

I paused to contemplate the exciting picture . Victor offered me a cigarette, 
and we just stood there awhile, just staring down at the outstretched blonde. 
She was indeed an awesome sight, her lithe blond body so elegantly curved in 
smooth feminine contours, displayed in nothing but those black lace panties and 
the high-topped stockings. Much as the sexy outfit contributed to the erotic 
effect, it was necessary that she be completely naked for what we meant to do to 
her. And so the panties must be removed. Victor gallantly proposed that I do the 
honors.



  
IW Revisited