1. Sad Sophie

My colleagues, well I suppose my now ex-colleagues were slowly drifting out having shared our misery in the local pub. There were only a couple of guys and me and one other girl still here and none of us were really friends; just workmates sharing the gloom of our final days employment. I would have to watch my pennies from now on as I have nothing lined up and I have a mortgage to pay.

We had been here drinking and cursing the factory closure since finishing at twelve and I was getting just a little bit drunk; I was thinking about going home, I would make this my last drink.

I had my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees and was staring at my feet when a fresh lager appeared on the table in front of me; beyond it I could see bare thighs disappearing into a short black leather skirt. My eyes followed the body up past a tight white blouse barely concealing a black bra with the most fantastic breasts supported within and on upwards to the smiling face of Tracy; my older brothers former girlfriend. She had a matching glass of lager in her hand. Although she and Dave had broken up many years ago I had remained friendly with her, often bumping into her around town.

She greeted me asking "Hi Sophie, why the sad face?"

I took my head out of my hands, tried to smile and explained "Having a shit day, the factory has just closed; me and these other guys are the last of the farewell party, some fucking party; all two hundred of us out of work and only a handful with other jobs lined up; thanks for the drink though, like to sit with me?"

"Yeah if you don't mind, I was just popping in for a drink to see who was about, I will have to make some phone calls to see what my friends are up to, possibly hit the town; fancy joining me?"

I did consider it, hitting the town really appealed to me but I knew I would have to go home and change first, and besides, I couldn't afford to waste any more money until I was getting paid again and so instead I declined "Thanks Tracy but I think I have had enough, plus I am shit company at the moment; this was going to be my last before a good cry at home. Besides, you are dressed up to the nines and looking hot, and look at me in my shit work clothes; even worse because being the last day and just clearing out my space I am in these old jeans and shirt and frumpy shoes. No, thanks I will have this drink and scoot."

Tracy sat down and put an arm around me giving me a hug. I appreciated it. She looked absolutely fantastic. Long suntanned legs and sexy high heels; incredibly slim but with voluptuous curves and her hair really glammed up and perfect.

I often wondered about Tracy. Four years ago when I was just seventeen I saw a lot of her as me and David still lived at home and she was a frequent visitor, she even had her own key. I would often hear David humping her to high heaven in the next bedroom when our parents were out.

One day when David and my parents were all at work and I had the house to myself I was laying naked on my bed with my hands in cuffs behind me and a ball gag in my mouth, grinding my tits and hips into the bed in some fantasy moment.

Next thing I knew she was sitting on me, laughing and tickling me until I was almost pissing myself.

But that was four years ago and while extremely embarrassing at the time I am sure for Tracy it is long forgotten; however it does still haunt some of my fantasy moments.

Following that weird, sexy experience whenever I was out with David and Tracy and their friends Tracy would always sit with me, often putting her arm around me or her hand on my leg; just being girly friendly I suppose but I often wondered if she fancied me or something but discounted it because of her obvious highly charged sexual relationship with David.

The last of my colleagues were leaving, the guys having tried it on with me and Tracy with immediate but friendly knock-backs, and I was finishing my drink.

"Thanks for the drink Tracy but it's time I was heading home."

"Are you getting a taxi? You could drop me in town on the way?"

"No, I've got to watch my pennies until I get a new job lined up, I'm walking into town then getting a bus home."

"Oh, okay, I will have a walk in with you then, give me a chance to discuss a job offer with you."

"A job? A real job? Working for you, what at St Mary's?"

"Possibly, you ran the office in the factory didn't you? You can type and file and stuff?"

"Yeah, I done all the admin, emails, letters, basic accounts, manned the phone, general office work; anything and everything."

"Well my secretary leaves in a fortnight, I had already recruited her replacement but she has just told me she has had a better offer and won't be starting; I will be re-advertising on Monday."

Tracy was a student Doctor when she was with David; she is seven years older than me. She studied as a gynaecologist but with a secondary specialism in psychotherapy which then ultimately became her preferred profession. She wrote an article on early identification of Alzheimer's which was highly acclaimed in the medical journal and she is now the senior Director at St Marys Mental illness care home, which is strangely known locally as St Mick's causing much confusion.

"Be your secretary? That would be great Tracy!"

"Not so fast Sophie, I am just thinking aloud and trying to break your gloomy attitude; we can talk more on the way into town and besides, I would have to interview you and you would have to bend over backwards, literally, to satisfy me."

She gripped my knee as she said this as though it was something sexual and I couldn't help but laugh my first laugh in a long time.


2. Washed out

We set off for town with me in a much better mood and Tracy struggling to keep up in her stilettos, she was going to suffer walking into town in those silly shoes.

Walking down the start of the high street Tracy popped into a shop for something and came back out just in time to see a truck hurtle right past me through a huge blocked drain puddle and sending a tsunami straight into me; I had turned at just the right time to be drenched in dirty stinking water from head to toe!

I could taste it and had to spit it out. My hair was soaking, my clothes wet through; I don't know what I looked like but I certainly felt like shit.

With my hands out to the side in disbelief, and shouting profanities at the back of the truck the following bus soaked me again! I turned to see Tracy doubled up in hysterics, bitch!

Once her physically shaking mirth had subsided she offered "I think a change of plan is needed Sophie, you cannot possibly go on like that. My place is just five minutes away; tell you what, come back to mine and get cleaned up and I will give you something to wear while I put your stuff through the washer, and I will take you for something to eat while it dries, my treat; it's only just after six, we have all night to get you sorted."

By now I was starting to see the funny side of it too and I liked her offer, I couldn't see any better way of sorting myself out and so I took her up on it.

We were soon at her place, a three floor old Georgian town house in a very well-to-do street; she has done well for herself.

Once through the door we were into the hallway which fortunately had a wooden floor, I could see all the rooms off it had a new looking cream coloured carpet fitted.

"Okay Sophie, you can go on but your shoes and clothes cannot; you are not messing my new carpet up. Get stripped off and I will get a carrier bag for your dirty stuff."

She didn't wait for a reply but headed off probably for the bag.

It felt strange standing here in my bra and pants waiting for her but I understood the obvious need for me to strip off. I just wish I had worn nicer underwear rather than these tatty shapeless old things.

Tracy come back with a laundry bag in one hand and a large glass of something brown and alcoholic looking in the other. She stopped short and took me in. "You have certainly grown up since I last saw you naked, nice bod! I don't like what you have done with your hair though; looks like you have been through a car wash!"

I took the glass off her, blushing at that memory again.

"I am putting your stuff straight in the washer so come on; I can see they are wet too, off with them."

My underwear? No chance, not like this, not here. I quickly thought and replied "Oh, these are just old things on my final wear; if I can have a shower I will just bin these things and travel back commando fashion; won't be the first time."

A flicker of a smile crossed her face and she asked "Okay, if you are sure? Last chance? Okay, but no sitting on my furniture in those dirty wet things." She headed off to the washer and I meandered into her lounge and had a look around as I nursed my drink, tasted like straight Brandy.

Tracy returned with a drink for herself and showed me around her place, a truly fantastic house the like of which I could only ever dream of owning. She topped our drinks up again and took me upstairs to show me the rest of the house.

This was strong stuff and following on from the pub I was feeling well tipsy.

She showed me into a spare bedroom on the third floor and through it to an en-suite bathroom "Sophie, please use this room as your own and relax and get yourself a shower."

She handed me a plastic bag and added "Once stripped off just bag and throw your dirty stuff out onto the landing and I will bin it for you. There is a hairdryer and mirror and brushes in the en-suite; a slight change of plan, we won't go out, I will order in a take-away for us later, give me a chance to tell you more about my secretary's vacancy and interview you; what clothes would you like me to leave out for you?"

She really is going to offer me this job! I don't believe my luck; God must be shining on me today.

"Tracy, if you are really going to interview me then I want to wear whatever will get me through that interview with gold stars and merits, so you choose. Anything, whatever is on this bed when I finish my shower I will wear happily."

She stood there, smiling, sipping her drink, and clearly thinking; she said "I know just the thing, come downstairs wearing this and only this and you are half way there I promise you, but be warned, I have kinks and fetishes you couldn't imagine; I would wager you will be coming down with a towel wrapped around you instead and demanding a taxi home telling me to stuff the job."

"Tracy, I really need work, I would interview in a wet suit, flippers and a snorkel if it would help!"

"We'll see" she said, and kissed me on the cheek and left me to it.


3. Some interview!

I took a quick slurp of my drink wondering what the hell I was getting myself into but not really caring as long as there was a job at the end of it; I stripped my old underwear off and tossing it onto the landing I shouted down to her "Undies" and headed for my shower, taking another gulp of my drink on the way.

It was a lovely walk in shower with a big raindrop head and she had some choice shampoo's and bathing gels and soaps to choose from. I thoroughly enjoyed my shower and sat at the dressing mirror on a bar stool and done my hair; I was looking hot, naked and hot!

I stepped out of the en-suite to a shock, all that was on the bed were a pair of handcuffs, a collar with a lead attached, and below them on the floor a pair of shocking red high heeled stiletto shoes!

There was a brief note by the cuffs "If you want this job badly enough then wear these to the rear; if not then go down one floor, first room on the left, my dressing room; help yourself to clothing and the front door isn't locked, let yourself out on your way home xxx"

Oh!

I sat on the edge of the bed with the cuffs in one hand and the drink in the other, trying to think clearly but struggling. Looking at the shoes I could see that the ankle strap was actually a cuff that locked on.

Putting the drink and the cuffs down I laid back on the bed and tried harder to think straight; it wasn't working.

I found Tracy in her lounge, sitting in the centre of her couch with a drink in her hand. She smiled, really smiled, and studied my naked body.

"Congratulations Sophie, you have passed the first part of the interview. Come over and kneel in front of me and we will continue."

I tottered over to a side table and put the empty glass down, taking care as it wasn't easy in these cuffs on these heels and at least a little drunk.

I knelt in front of her.

"Knees apart."

I opened my legs, I have never felt so naughty or so horny in my life, not since the time she found me like this and tickled me.

"Okay Sophie, before we begin let's get any awkwardness out of the way. I can see you are hesitant, possibly wary about this position you are in and you are desperate to say or ask something, spurt it out."

I did so, quickly "Why? Why do you want me naked and restrained like this? Are you lesbian? Do you fancy me or something? Is this about having me like this or is there really a job at the end of it for me?"

"Oh so many questions! Slow down! You look like a frightened little bunny caught in my headlights."

"Yes, there really is a job, as my personal secretary but doubling as the receptionist. I will not discuss salary here as I need you to want the job itself not just the money that comes with it. As for my sexual preference well I do not think of myself as lesbian or heterosexual, I just think of myself as sexual, extremely sexual."

She continued "As you know I have had my fair share of sex with men like your brother and I very much enjoy it but I have come to the conclusion that I may never actually feel love for a man, just the sex he can give me and the dominance he can have over me; your brother was a bit of a wimp in that respect."

She took another sip and continued "I have never had sex with another woman; the closest I ever came was finding and tickling you those many years ago; an event I still have dreams about."

I gulped, realising we both shared the same dreams from a one-off event so many years ago.

"The reason I want you naked and restrained like this, a very good question by the way, is because the opportunity presented itself and I am interested in discovering the pleasures of female sex with you."

"My house is full of sex toys, restraints and fetish clothing and I often restrain myself and pleasure myself but always I am thinking of that time with you; and that you were wearing cuffs, locking yourself into them first, before I had even thought of it; you have always really excited me."

"The simple answer is that I want you like this because I can, I fancy you, and I want to play with you."

I gulped again wondering if I was up for what she obviously intended with me and started drawing my knees together "Knees apart!" she almost shouted and I immediately spread them wide again.

I asked "But, but what makes you think we are going to have sex? That you will get to play with me like this?"

"Ha, be serious Sophie, the moment you snapped the cuffs onto your wrists you gave yourself up for this and now you can do nothing about it."

"But you can't insist on sex as part of the interview process, I am sure there are laws against that kind of thing."

"Sophie, there are laws against pretty much everything fun, but equally there are opportunities. I have the opportunity to explore your body and my sexuality; you have the opportunity to get a good job and some fun in your life. Do you want to stop now and phone the police?"

I thought about my options, she was right, she could and would get away with this; with anything she wanted here with me; and I really did want the job.

My throat was dry, I was starting to sweat; "No Tracy, I am ready to continue, but any chance of a sip of your drink?"

"Oh sorry" she apologised, "that was thoughtless of me."

She took my glass and filled it up and brought it back with a straw in it and set it on an easy table beside me. I took a good drink, I needed it.

Tracy started the interview.

"Okay, age?"

"Twenty One."

"Relevant qualifications?"

"I have 'A' grades in English language and oral, and French oral; good 'O' grades in mathematics, geography and integrated science; and above average grades in pretty much all other school subjects. I also have a diploma in basic accountancy and I am accredited as a touch typist. I can provide certification for all my qualifications."

"Previous employment?"

"Fairfields plastic production plant since age seventeen, just various part time work before that as I finished schooling, mainly shop work."

"Any periods of more than two consecutive sickness days in the past four years?"

"Not a single day off work."

"Obedience level?"

"What?"

"What is your aptitude to acceptance of discipline? I need a personal secretary that will do as I say when I say it and not someone who thinks their own way is best and questions me all the time. Did you tend to argue with your parents and your bosses or just tend to do as you were told?"

"Oh, well I had the odd tiff with my parents but always done as I was told; I would say then that I am very obedient."

"Right, well I will test you on that."

She took a drink and thought some and then asked "What previous sexual experience have you had?"

"That's a bit personal, why do you need to know?"

"Oh, questioning me already? You were doing so well too."

"But that is very personal and, oh, right, yeah, well, very little really. I have had boyfriends; tried to have sex once but he was too drunk and we never got there."

"What? You are still virgin?"

"Well I figure I have popped myself with my toys but yes, still pure."

"Any female sex?"

"I was tickled once while naked and restrained."

She laughed at this and nearly spilled her drink.

"Hobbies and interests?"

"Movies, city breaks, keep fit, reading, self-bondage."

"Okay, nearly there, you have passed the entrance test, i.e. naked in cuffs; you have passed the interview, now we just need to test that your obedience is as high as you claim. Stand up. Good, turn around, yes, face away, legs apart, bend right over."

I done all that she asked, my god this was getting to me; not just her questioning, or the naked in cuffs bit or even standing here bent over like this with my pussy on show; but the sheer helplessness of the situation, not being able to cover myself or use my hands at all and having to do what she said; and yes, I suppose, the nakedness; I have never been naked quite like this in front of anyone before.

"Right, have another drink, you are going to need it, then come lay across my lap."

"Er, Tracy, what are you going to do?"

"I am going to spank you for starters."

"Why would you want to spank me? What have I done wrong?"

"Sophie you do ask some silly questions! You have done nothing wrong; you are naked, and helpless, and have the most gorgeous bum that is just begging to be spanked; and I have the opportunity and I want to. Also I have the pathetic excuse that it is a good test of your obedience, getting across my lap to be spanked just because I tell you to."

I took another slurp through my straw and stood staring at her. I could feel my legs shaking and it wasn't just these ridiculous heels or the fact the shoes were locked on; it was my internal libido brimming with excitement and making me sweat in anticipation of venturing into the unknown; well beyond my sexual experience.

I knelt up onto the couch to her right and settled over her thighs so that my head was to her left and my bum presented to her right hand. She hauled me further onto her so my bum was right on top of her lap.

She took my lead and threaded it under the couch armrest the back down between my neck and my collar then around my cuffs and back up to the collar. She drew my hands up my back and fastened the lead off.

I felt her pull my left foot down and fasten something to the ankle cuff keeping it taut, but only my left leg, she didn't bother at all with my right but I positioned it with my left and kept my legs closed.

My whole body felt electric, like every hair was standing up and tingling for attention. I pulled on my cuffs but the way she had looped the lead through them it just pulled on my collar. My bottom felt so bare, so vulnerable. Her right hand slid up the inside of my thighs and I shivered and pressed my thighs together momentarily trapping her hand.

She continued to sip from the glass in her left hand as her right stroked my bum and she spoke about how she had always wanted but never thought she would ever get me in this position; and then just as I was starting to feel more relaxed her hand landed.

"Ouch!" My bum smarted instantly and my head tingled with a huge mixture of emotions.

She reached across me and put her drink down, probably so she could really start in earnest.

"How did that feel?" She asked me.

"It hurt, well a little anyway; and kind of shocked me; I have never felt like this before, it is a different feeling to when I tie myself up alone. Is this something you like, you know, being spanked?"

She surprised me, "I don't know, I have never been spanked before."

"Oh, Ouch!" The bitch! "Ouch!" It really started, slap after slap after slap, soft hard, fast, slow; she was taking her time, stopping for a drink, smoothing my bum with her hands and starting again. My bum must have been red raw and glowing, I certainly was; but I was not crying. It was weird, I was gasping, out of breath, yet I was not doing anything. To be honest, if I was feeling anything, it was excitement.

I wanted to keep my legs closed but it was impossible, my right leg going all over the place and ending with my foot on the floor and my legs akimbo and my body accessible; and she did; access overload!

It must have been the situation and the spanking but she only just touched and entered me with her fingers and I was coming and crying out and my body juddering.

"I get the feeling you enjoyed that then, either that or I am just a natural at this; but don't worry, either way I will get better with practice."

Oh shit!

Tracy wiped me off with a tissue, mustn't spoil her lovely suite! Then released my left ankle and pushing me off got up and walked out. I was on my knees still fastened by my lead to the armrest.

She returned with a steel collar and releasing me from the armrest she removed the collar and lead and replaced it with the thick high collar which locked on.

Tracy asked me "I want to test your obedience further; if I remove your cuffs will you remain in here naked and do as I say?"

I must admit that although I think she had spanked me a little too hard a little too much I was somehow enjoying this experience; the tsunami and the shower had sobered me up but the brandy was getting to me, I was tipsy on alcohol and sexual tension and emotion. "Yes, I am completely obedient, have I got the job yet?"

"Nearly there, wait here and have your drink."

She took the collar and lead away leaving the cuffs on the table.

She was away some time but when she returned "Wow! Tracy, you look awesome!"

She had changed into black leather thigh boots, a black leather bra and a matching miniskirt, well not really a skirt; it had a front and a back but no sides. The front and rear leather panels fixed onto a leather belt that had lots of steel rings fitted to it. The belt was locked on.

Looking down on me, smiling, Tracy replied "Thank you, you look pretty hot yourself." I looked down at myself, totally naked and not even attempting to cover myself.

She sat back where she had been on the couch "Okay Sophie" tapping her thigh "Back in position where you belong."

"What, you are going to spank me again? But we have done that and my bum is still hurting, still glowing."

"Are you going to question everything I say?"

Oh, like that is it? I put my drink down, wondering why I was still using the straw with my hands free.

I climbed back onto her and she said for me to grip the armrest. She spanked me again and it hurt but I did not let go.

I was hoping for a repeat performance between my legs but she said for me to turn over. I rolled over and was told to grip the armrest again.

"Okay Sophie, another test, this one of your commitment, your ability to stick to the task and see things through."

She parted my legs and with her left hand playing with my breast her right really explored.

I was soon gasping for breath, my eyes closed as I endured this dream, this unspoken fantasy; my pussy being tortured with pleasure and my body writhing in ecstasy as I come and come again, raising my knees and spreading them wide apart to accommodate her; and then raising my head she kissed me, and I kissed back.

I got up and off her but my legs didn't want to support me and once again I was on my knees in front of her.

She asked me to pass her the cuffs and shuffled her bum to the end of the seat, her legs wide apart. She unclipped the front cover from the belt and threw it aside and cuffed herself behind her back.

"Sophie, obedience, your tongue between my legs now and return your debt, or part of it at any rate."

"Er, Tracy, I have never done this before, I don't even know if I want to."

"I have never done this before either, but I have sucked many cocks and this should be easy by comparison; you said you were completely obedient, did you lie?"

That was not fair, and she knew it; but I slid my hands down the inside of her thighs getting a shiver reflex from her. I played with her beautiful shaved pussy, and somehow overcoming my natural inhibitions I finally explored with my tongue, dabbing, tasting, running it up and down her slit before probing for her clit, chewing and sucking on her button and licking her up.

She is so sensitive, so responsive I surprised myself losing myself in the moment; loving her helplessness; torturing her through orgasm; making her squirm and cry out and even scream in ecstasy.

Finally worn out, both her and my tongue; she kisses my forehead and stands for me to release her. She turns and instead of the cuffs I remove her rear cover revealing her beautiful bum. Not stopping here I also remove her bra and turn her to get a good look at her, exquisite! Sweaty, but exquisite! An all-over tan only spoiled by the one minute thin white bit over her pussy; she must have a hell of an interesting bikini! She sees the look on my face and smiles.

She gives me the fantastic verdict I was hoping for "good news Sophie, you have passed the interview; if you can start a week on Monday you can have a week's handover training from Karen before she leaves."

"Yes! Oh yes oh yes oh yes! Thank you" I grab her in an embrace and kiss her "Thank you so much, you will not regret it, not for one moment, not ever, I promise!"

I hug her and kiss her and before I know it we are laying on the floor, rolling in our embrace snogging each other's faces off, my hands all over her helpless body.

I never saw this coming when I woke up this morning!

We finally rest and sitting with replenished drinks we chatted and giggled, still naked.

"You were very confident weren't you, removing my handcuffs and trusting me to still play with you" I said to her.

"I had every reason to be confident."

"Oh, really, think you know me that well already do you?"

"Yes, like I know that you are going to spend the night here, chained to my bed, and satisfying my every whim."

"Sorry Tracy, I've already got the job, maybe my motivation will be lacking."

"I can easily and immediately re-motivate you, even more so than when you wanted the job that I knew I was going to give you when we were sat back in that bar."

"You were? You evil bitch you tricked me into all this then; well how the hell are you going to stop me just walking out and going home in disgust?"

Tracy slid her hand down the back of the couch and it came out holding a small plastic remote control for something. She pressed a button and I was thrown back into my seat, an electric shock jolting through my neck!

Gasping for air following the shock I sat back up holding the collar and asked "What the fuck was that?"

"Want me to demonstrate again? You are wearing a collar designed for some of my most demanding and violent of patients, helps retain control, or will if we ever get to use them for real. I was sent three to trial by the company but our legal department aren't particularly happy about us shocking our patients, human rights and stuff; I've still got them all here."

Tracy continued "I don't think you were ever really going anywhere else tonight but between my thighs and into my bed; but I am so pleased shocking you wasn't needed and don't think I really would have used it on you in earnest; but it was nice to know I was always in control of the situation."

"But you are quite happy to shock me now you bitch, what about my human rights? Can you take it off now?"

"Ask me again more nicely in the morning, begging will help, we'll see. Now do you really want to go home? Want to get dressed and go out with me? Order in some food and eat here? Be my slave for the night and sleep over, or try the collar shock treatment again? Your choice, you have given me a dream night already and I am not really the monster dominatrix I am making out so whatever you say goes."

I thought about it, sipping my brandy, and realised for the first time just how much I was enjoying myself with her like this and smiled. "How about you take this collar off me; we get washed and dressed and go out to dinner and maybe another drink somewhere; then we come back here, I strip and I lock this collar back onto my own neck and you do whatever you want with me until tomorrow?"

"Come here sexy; let me take that collar off."


4. Breakfast seconds

I woke up cuddling her, wondering "What the hell am I doing here? She gave me a room, why am I in her bed? I am stark naked with my arms around Tracy, my brothers old girlfriend, in her bed, and stinking of sex. Since when was I a lesbian? I have never had a lesbian thought in my life, well apart from 'outing' others around me!"

Slowly, ever so slowly as my head cleared and my hangover started to creep in I got flashbacks from last night. "Shit! Did I really do that? With another woman? With Tracy for fucks sake? Just how drunk was I? Oh Shit!!"

I was horrified! I am not a lesbian, I love men, real sex (if I ever get it!), I just haven't met the right guy yet, that is all.

I shut my eyes in the hope it was just a bad dream but when I opened them she was still there, I still had my arms around her, my left hand cupping her breast! Fuck!

I was mortified, what would my mother think if she ever found out? I slowly and very delicately lifted my hand off and slid my right arm out from under her and extracted myself from the cuddle. I paused to make sure she was still asleep and inched back off the bed; I had to get dressed and get out of here before we had an embarrassing confrontation, I am sure she will feel the same way.

Lifting the quilt I slide out onto the floor, silently, and stand up looking at her, she hasn't moved.

I inch towards the bottom of the bed and the door and as I approach the door I feel something under my foot and stop and look down. I am stood on a thin chain, I lift my foot off it but it moves with me, the bastard thing is wrapped around my left ankle. I bend down and try to free it but there is a cute little silver heart shaped padlock fastening it on me; shit!

I hear laughter from behind me and just know she has been awake all the time, bitch!

I stretched the chain; I couldn't quite reach the door. "Going somewhere Sophie?"

"Tracy, this is not right, you cannot keep me here like this, just give me the key, I want to go."

"The keys in the corner" she said pointing to the right of the door, "help yourself."

I could see it, perhaps six feet away; but without even trying I knew I couldn't reach it.

"Or come back to bed and let's discuss it."

I threw a strop and let her have it, by the end of my ranting I was crying.

"Sophie please, you are having a panic attack, trust me I am a Doctor, come back to bed and let me help you."

"Tracy, I am not a fucking lesbian! I do not fancy you, I certainly do not love you, and I have no interest in sex with you, last night was all a drunken mistake; let me go, please let me go."

"Panic attack, classic symptoms, trust me. Plus I am in the same boat." Tracy threw back the quilt and revealed a similar silver chain around her right ankle, then she pointed at the corner to the left of the door and I saw another key on the floor there.

"You didn't have these problems with me and lesbianism last night, I thought you had it licked, you certainly did me!"

The image of my thumbs holding her cheeks apart and my tongue entering and probing and licking her anus suddenly appears before my eyes; shit; how and why did I do that? I suddenly felt very drained, and sick.

We both paused and stared at each other, then Tracy smiled and said "think back Sophie, this was as much your doing as mine; you were well up for it last night; but tell you what, you get my key and release me and I promise I will release you."

"No chance, you will keep me here and naked like this; you spent all yesterday tricking me into all sorts of stuff, into being naked, being spanked, obeying you and even sex; and even promising me a job and that was the cruellest trick of the lot! You release me first and I promise to release you."

"Sophie, the job is for real and you have got it I promise you, now come back here and lay down before you hyperventilate!"

"Release me first."

"No, trust me, give me my key."

"Fuck off."

"Okay, I am turning over and getting some more sleep, don't wake me until you are back in bed."

"I am not a fucking lesbian! Let me go now!"

"Night night."

I stood there half crying in frustration and half fuming in anger watching her turn on her side, bury her face in the pillow and go to sleep.

I pulled on my chain, pulled on the lock on my ankle and tried lying down and reaching for the key; then I tried her key in my lock. Shit!

Maybe ten minutes later I am lying on the bed beside her.

She rolled over and shimmied across until our faces were only inches apart.

She put her hand on my belly and my hands instinctively clutched hers to stop it wandering; I was gasping again and just didn't know how to handle this.

Very quietly, soothingly she told me "Calm down Sophie, please, deep breaths, as deep as you can take."

I did, my body rigid, my breath panting I tried to calm it, to breathe deeply.

"Slow it down, relax, deep, deep breaths; that's it, that's better. Deeper, as deep as you can then hold it, then force the air out and a slow deep breath back in; that's good, that's good."

"Now trust me, keep that breathing going and try to relax your body, I will help you. Let go of my hand before you break it and put your hands on your head."

I looked her in the eyes, trying to gauge her and what she was planning on doing and seeing a friendly, loving look in her deep brown eyes I slowly, tentatively let go and moved my hands up onto my head; still her hand was there.

"Deeper breaths, slow it right down; yeah, good, deep, really deep; keep it going, slow as you can."

As I exhaled she moved her hand down a couple of inches "trust me, keep your hands on your head."

Every exhale her hand moved further down but it was working, the breathing I mean, I was starting to relax.

The hand continued its descent until it was resting on my pubic area and softly rubbing it.

"Tracy, I really am not a lesbian, honestly; I cannot explain yesterday and last night but I am not a lesbian."

"Sophie relax, please, chill out; don't worry about labels, just breathe and relax."

As she said this her finger, I think her little finger stroked up and down my pussy lips, then another finger, then all her fingers. I had to close my eyes and gulp but kept on breathing deep.

As it went on I found I was opening my legs and struggling to take the deep breaths; I was so confused by my own reactions my panic attack was returning.

"Sophie, the deepest breathe you can manage and then hold it as long as you can."

I did, but as I finished inhaling and paused she flicked my clit and her fingers really went to work; my orgasm simply exploded out of me!

Her hand returned to my belly and instantly my pussy was missing the attention. She leaned over and her tongue licked my lips, then as I opened my mouth she licked my teeth and then the tip of my tongue.

As her lips locked with mine and our tongues wrestled for supremacy her fingers again probed me causing my hips to buck off the bed demanding her continued attention and another orgasm ripped through me!

She settled back on her side smiling at me, her hand still massaging me. I was just so relaxed, and comfortable, and glowing, and floating, and smiling "Okay Tracy, Fuck it" I said throwing my leg over her thighs and climbing onto her, "So maybe I am a fucking raving lesbian, I may as well fucking make the most of it then!"

Eventually we had to unlock each other, I was desperate for the loo! At the crack of eleven we were up and about fixing breakfast, naked.

I kept crying, I just couldn't stop the tears coming. Every time I thought I had a handle on it the tears would well up again. I didn't understand, was it the embarrassment, the shock of finding out I was a lesbian, disappointment; or tears of joy; was I in love and this is what it does to you? Tracy would cuddle me each time I broke down and I would really hug back, and this did help.

5. Shopping trip

"Right Tracy, I cannot thank you enough for coming to my rescue yesterday and giving me a chance at this job; this means the world to me but I really must be getting dressed and back home."

Tracy suddenly has one of those snapping her fingers moments and playing with her hair and blurts out "oh shit, sorry Sophie, your clothes! I forgot all about them, they are still in the washer; we never dried them! But hey, never mind, we need to go get you fitted in your uniform so let's go shopping while your clothes are drying."

"What, I have to wear a uniform?"

"Yeah, you will look like a cross between a receptionist and a nurse, really hot; there is a store in town that specialises in uniforms and they provide all our staff clothing, you'll love it."

Feeling very slutty walking into town commando in the short dress she has loaned me we have a quick drink to help with our hangovers; and then I was getting fitted. Three outfits all identical but for the colours. It was a short dress in thick cotton but split right down the front, once my arms were in the short sleeves it wrapped around and the pleated skirt fastened with Velcro at my left hip, then the top overlaid like a gents double breasted jacket but with the lapels closed and again fastened with Velcro. Then a soft belt buckled at the front giving it shape around the waist.

I had them in white, dark blue and a deep red.

I was measured and the uniforms would have the St Mary's logo fitted and would be tailored to fit perfectly, Tracy asked for two inches to be taken off the skirt taking it well above the knee.

Next Tracy took me to a department store and bought me lacy hold-up stockings, ten pairs in each of the same colours as the uniforms; and then on to a shoe shop where she bought shoes in all the same colours, all with quite a high but sensible heel.

It was all very practicable but also very sexy for the workplace. I have never worn stockings for work before; in fact I have very rarely ever worn stockings anywhere.

We went from here to a pub in town for lunch and this was where I got the real surprise about my uniform.

"Tracy, thank you very much for even buying the stockings for the uniform, which was a surprise, and the shoes too; I would have thought I would have to buy them myself."

"No, everything is provided, all your dress, shoes and underwear; if you have to replace any items just keep the receipt and we will reimburse you."

"Oh, are we going underwear shopping next?"

"No, we've got them, thirty pairs!"

"No, I meant my pants and bra's."

"No, the stockings, that's all you'll need."

I tried to work out what she meant, maybe it was the drink or the late night but I couldn't get it.

"Oh, so I buy my own pants and bra's? I don't mind, I fully expected to."

"No, you don't wear anything under the uniform, just your marvellous naked body and the sexy lacy hold-up stockings."

"Ha, yeah, very funny."

"Sophie, I am not joking, you want this job, you dress as I tell you."

"No fucking way! I am not working commando! You are taking the piss now, taking advantage of me."

I was seriously not happy, I wanted employed for my ability not my body.

"Sophie, I have a ridiculously stressful job, always hearing and giving bad news. We don't really cure people you know, just make them more comfortable and sometimes get them back home just for them to continuously keep coming back to us. I need a welcome distraction; the thought of you naked under that sexy nurse outfit in your stockings will probably cause me speeding tickets on the way into work I will be that keen and happy to get in to see you. You want the job, you work commando."

"Tracy, I hear what you are saying, and I feel for you, but no way, it just isn't happening! Unless you are joking then that is a deal breaker. I am not working for you dressed like that. I want to be professional, not a slut; forget it, I will find another job."

"Serious?"

"Yeah, you are taking the piss, thanks but no thanks I cannot work like that."

"Oh Sophie, what a shame; I so want you to work with me. Such a well-paid job as well and you are perfect for it, but thanks for clearing that up, I will advertise again in the morning."

I was absolutely gutted. Just a minute ago I had a job and was on such a high. I pushed my plate to the side virtually untouched as my appetite left me and started to down my drink, ready to storm out in tears.

"Just out of interest, now I am no longer taking the job, which really does piss me off by the way and has just destroyed this fucking weekend you bitch, you fucking cow demanding so much from me like I'm a fucking prostitute or something; just what does the job pay?" I couldn't hide the venom I was that distraught; the insults just spewing out at her.

"What were you getting in the factory; it can't have been much was it?"

"It was a very well paid job, well for a woman anyway, especially in this fucking area. Almost ten pounds an hour; nineteen thousand pounds a year plus a productivity bonus at Christmas, nearly two thousand last year."

"Wow Sophie, that is quite good."

"So come on bitch, tell me, how much would I have got?"

Ignoring my insults, and still smiling that same shit eating smile she told me "Well, we don't pay a bonus, you have me beat there, but you would have been on thirty two thousand a year plus overtime payments."


6. St Micks

Getting out of my little old battered sports car in the car park I had to keep my legs together and hold the skirt as I manoeuvred; a real commando operation.

Walking up to the huge glass doors I spotted an intercom button on the wall to the right, Tracy had explained I would have to buzz to get in. Hitting the button there was a short delay and then a friendly female voice "Welcome to St Mary's, who is visiting please?"

I explained who I was and Karen said to enter and I heard the doors click open.

Karen and Tracy together met me in reception and while Karen went to get the coffee's Tracy gave me a quick tour of the reception area and then into her office where Karen joined us.

We had a good little chinwag and Karen eventually had to get back to her duties leaving me with Tracy.

We finished our coffee still chatting away and then Tracy took a small metal thing out of her pocket and showed it to me "This is my little gizmo Sophie, it is a numerical counter like doormen use to count people in and out of a club. As I explained you are on a one month trial contract; do well and if you are happy working here then we will extend it a further three months; do well again and we will run it for a year. If you are still here and happy in a year then you will get a full time contract, okay?"

I nodded; we had been through this already.

"I have noticed you have quite a propensity for swearing and using derogatory language, especially towards me like last weekend; to inspire you to be the ultimate professional at work and motivate you to learn quickly then this is where the gizmo comes in."

"For each click this gizmo registers I will deduct ten pounds from your wages. For a basic error you will earn one click, for swearing two clicks, for any act of disobedience five clicks. They will soon rack up if you do not do your best."

"You never told me about this Tracy, this hardly seems fucking fair, and I bet Karen didn't have to do this."

"Sophie, I am taking a chance on you; we receive some very well to do and influential visitors here at St Mary's; you have come straight here from a factory background where the staff perhaps do not behave with the same values of etiquette and courtesy. You are effectively a 'My Fair Lady' project for me and as my personal secretary I will have you behave appropriately or you will pay for it until you learn, okay?"

"Um, yes, well, yeah, I see; and as long as I behave as I intend to you won't be fuc, er, clicking it anyway."

"That's the spirit, so you agree to these terms for at least your first four months?"

"Yes, I don't like it but I agree to it."

I joined Karen and started shadowing her, learning the filing system and the computer and seeing how she received and interacted with visitors and also how she worked under Tracy as her secretary.

I liked it, everything was so clean and tidy and posh looking; nothing at all like the factory; and I felt so sexy in this nurse come secretary uniform I had on, especially with the stockings and no underwear.

Karen was in the same kind of uniform but hers finished just below the knee; she must have wondered why mine was shorter but she never said anything.

Behind Karen there was a large one way mirror from floor to ceiling and the full width of the reception desk so Tracy could always see out but neither we nor the visitors could see into Tracy's office. Karen explained that this helped because she would spend hours in Tracy's office typing and taking notes and stuff but could still keep an eye on the reception. "Yeah and so Tracy can sit and watch for flashes of my stocking tops and more" I thought but apparently the one way glass was there before Tracy.

The day flew in and before I knew it Karen had gone and I was in saying goodnight to Tracy and thanking her again for this chance.

"Congratulations Sophie, your first full day in and not one click on the gizmo, I'm surprised."

"Yeah, me too."

"Just one little check before you go, turn around and lift your skirt up."

"What? Why?"

"Don't be coy Sophie, you know you agreed that your uniform wouldn't include underwear; how am I meant to know if you are complying if I do not check?"

"So I am meant to lift my skirt and flash you on demand?"

"Basically, yes."

"Well no, I am not doing it and you can't make me."

I heard the five clicks of the gizmo, fifty pounds for disobedience.

"Tracy, this is so unfair; you cannot fucking do this to me!"

A "Tut-Tut" from Tracy and seven more clicks, a hundred and twenty pounds! Keep this up I will be paying her to work here. She sat there smiling the evil bitch.

I turned and raised my skirt.

"Thank you Sophie, that is quite perfect, love the look with the stockings; see you in the morning, goodnight now and well done today."

I didn't even look back I was that embarrassed and angry; I just walked out of her office and out of the building seething but also excited and horny!

The week passed too quickly, this was Karen's last day and from now on I was on my own here. Each day had finished the same way. Apart from the first twelve clicks on day one for not raising my skirt and then swearing I had only earned four clicks in the whole week for swearing twice; and as I had 'obediently' lifted my skirt and shown her my bare bum each night and a couple of times flashed my boobs on demand I had received no more big fines.

I entered the office to say goodnight in a happy Friday feeling mood and Tracy asked if I fancied going out this weekend and staying over at hers again which I did.

As I headed out of her office she said "Sophie, turn around and lift the front of your skirt up for my check."

"But Tracy, you can see from me lifting the back of my skirt, you've been happy with this all week."

She opened her drawer and the gizmo come out; before she could press it I had the skirt raised up for inspection.

"On second thoughts Sophie come closer and loosen the belt and split the dress, time for a full body check."

Tracy sat and drooled over me for like ages before saying for me to be at her place for around eight and to stay over both tonight and tomorrow so we could continue to get to know each other better (I think I know what she means!) and then looking again at my bared pussy, she said not to me but to my pussy "see you later" and patted it! I felt like a little girl gushing and going red!

Every night during this week I had gone home and frigged myself silly; all this commando stuff in those surroundings and being forced to obey Tracy really got to me. I was well ready for another repeat session with her and the weekend didn't disappoint, I even got a little of my own back on her.


7. Self-Bondage challenge

Tracy explained that we were stopping in tonight, and going out tomorrow; a Chinese take-away was being delivered at nine. I had arrived there a little late and Tracy already had the wine bottle cracked and was having a drink, she immediately poured me a large glass and we were sat chatting about my first week.

"You aren't really going to make me come in and lift my skirt every day are you?" Not for four months? I asked her.

"Maybe, well possibly, err, probably, yes most likely I am, yes; why, does it bother you that much?"

"It does actually give me a bit of a thrill, knowing I have to do it when you order me but it also bothers me that you can and do this to me and I let you get away with it."

"How are you feeling working in sexy stockings all the time with no pants on?"

"Hot! Different to what I expected; I almost accept it as normal now so much so that I actually forget; then when I do something to remind me I just giggle and blush like a naughty schoolgirl."

She confided in me "You have turned my working day upside down and to utter distraction; I keep staring out of the glass wall at you waiting for your chair to swivel round and give me a flash but it never happens; but I keep expecting and hoping it will. I have been that horny I haven't been able to keep my hands off myself, even at work but especially when I get home through that front door each night; and in bed my fantasies have been off the scale. I have been commando at work the last two days too."

Tracy said it was time to get changed "I have set the dining table with a Chinese inspired table cloth and chopsticks and will be serving wine and hot Saki; and I have set out Chinese clothing on my bed for us to change into to make the meal that little bit more special, are you up for it?"

"Tracy! That's lovely, of course I am up for it."

We rushed up to get changed. Set out on the bed were two silk Chinese Kimono's, of a fashion. One green and one electric blue.

Tracy explained they were to be worn naked underneath. I grabbed the green one and started stripping and put it on. It was just like a short (very short) silk robe but with no fastenings and split from above the hip on both sides. A very broad silk sash wrapped around the belly and tied at the side.

It felt beautiful on the skin but was extremely revealing.

We had black plimsoll slippers to wear with it.

We were both giggling as we ran back down the stairs to our drinks.

The front door bell rang and I said "Tracy, you will have to go, I am not answering the door like this."

"Okay, but it doesn't really matter, the shop does a special service, and the delivery guy brings in the food and serves us at the table."

"Yeah, right; I bet they do; I'm not that gullible; I'll take the drinks and the bottle through and wait for you in the dining room."

I was stood at the table topping the glasses up when Tracy come in, followed by a young Chinese guy carrying a bag, oh shit! He had ever such a nice big smile on his face!

I couldn't get sat down and my body under the table fast enough I was that embarrassed. Tracy seemed in her element showing him around and explaining how we wanted it served.

"Sophie, be a darling and fetch my phone from the lounge would you please?"

I didn't want to move from this relative place of safety but cringing I got up and went and retrieved it for her.

After it was all served onto the various dishes Tracy had brought through and the candles were lit Tracy asked him if he would take some photo's for her and had me sitting and standing in various poses with her; the flesh I was showing and what little this outfit was hiding I could have died!

Finally he left and I must admit not only was the food fantastic but the effort Tracy had put into it the whole affair was wonderful.

After the meal and another drink Tracy asked me about how my self-bondage had progressed after she had found me those many years ago and I explained just more of the same really, just handcuffs on my wrists and ankles, sometimes chained to the bed or in a hogtie; but my use of and variety of toys had grown.

"Have you ever played with rope? Tied yourself up?

"No" I replied, "apart from tying my ankles before I got some leg cuffs, I wouldn't know how really."

"Would you like to learn? Are you up for a challenge?"

I tried to work out how she was going to trick me this time and quizzed her on it but she promised "No tricks, we will mirror each other all the way."

Sat in the lounge Tracy brought through multiple lengths of blue rope, thin rope but strong. She laid out two sets of four lengths each and another single piece laid between. She then gave a basic overview of the challenge. We were going to hogtie ourselves and see who could get out first.

She then went away and returned with a feather, a bit-gag, a cane, a stick with a leather patch on the end she called a 'switch' and two butt-plugs! I could guess where these were going!

She applied some lubricant to the butt-plugs and handed me one, then removed her robe, kicked her slippers off and squatted and fitted hers. I followed her lead. Not the first time I have done this, I have a couple of my own.

Then we had to sit (on the butt-plug - ugh!) alongside each other and she talked me through taking the first length of rope and taking the middle and doubling it and wrapping it through itself around my ankles and then another three times around my ankles before threading it between my legs and around the rope crossing my ankles before tying it off; the knot on the top so that it was away from us in the hogtie.

This was then repeated just above the knees with the legs ever so slightly apart to allow for the cinching of the rope and knot.

I was watching her and following her at the same time.

Then I had to tie the next length of rope so that it formed a circle and then loop it on itself so that it formed a loop just big enough to get my hands through.

She had me wrap the final rope around this loop three times and then leaving just ten inches of slack tie it around my ankle rope again with the knot on the top and the loose ends tucked in.

We were both at the same stage and she directed me to kneel up and reaching behind myself push my hands through the looped rope either side of the coiled 'cinch' rope tied to my ankle rope and pull away, tightening the rope around my wrists. Then I was to lie down and with all my strength pull my feet away from my hands.

It worked, it bloody well worked!

I could see her doing the same, she wasn't trying to cheat either, she properly strained at it.

Synchronised naked self-hogtying with a butt-plug; should be an Olympic event! We were helpless.

"Right Sophie, you saw the stuff I brought in; first one loose gets to play with the loser using any and all of those items; and the loser has to remove the winner's butt-plug, with her teeth!"

"The winner can use that last piece of rope to further cinch the losers' wrist rope."

"Three, two, one go!"

An awful lot of instant inaction, I couldn't believe it was so easy to tie myself up so effectively. I didn't really know where to start untying myself. I pulled my hands apart, or at least tried to but absolutely no give in the rope at all. I tried to reach the knots on my feet but it was a real struggle just to get the fingertips of one hand to any of the knots.

I rolled on my side and tried again, trying to use the floor to wedge my feet up to make the knots more accessible but I couldn't get the leverage with my fingers to even start to untie them.

Basically I was fucked!

I rolled over onto my other side to watch what Tracy was doing guessing she had done this before. The way she knew how to tie ourselves she must have.

She was laying on her side barely moving, just looking at me and smiling. I don't think she was actually doing anything, just content to lie and look at me naked.

I asked what happened if neither of us could get loose and she explained we would roll over and help each other; but not to worry she would soon be loose.

This did make me worry; I could see the cane and stuff close at hand in readiness.

I kept struggling, fighting the rope but nothing was giving and this bloody butt-plug was well grinding me. I had quite a sweat going on but Tracy was still pretty motionless and looking serene in her bonds. I was wondering what her plan was, she didn't appear to be doing anything, just looking at me. Was this it? Just wait for me to give up then we try to untie each other? See who would be brave enough to untie the other first? Seemed a bit pointless apart from the lovely sensation of being naked and helpless again.

I rolled over again and determined not to give up, to keep straining and stretching and fighting the bonds. I could see the clock and we had been here like this almost an hour now and I was dripping in sweat. Tracy still hadn't moved.

I finally felt I was getting somewhere. I had been concentrating on trying to undo the knots connecting my wrists to my ankles but I felt I could now slip my wrists an inch or two through the wrist rope, the rope had stretched or the coils of rope had slackened slightly and I kept at it.

I was on my side facing her when she smiled, and she slowly and effortlessly raised her right hand up from behind her and punched the air "Winner" she shouted, then lowering her hand and pointing at me she shouted "Loser" and laughed.

Oh Fuck!

She sat up with both her hands free but her legs and ankles still tied. She scurried over to me and grabbing the spare piece of rope rolled me onto my front and tied it around my wrist rope further cinching it and making sure I would never free myself; she was still laughing out loud.

Oh double Fuck!

Tracy then dragged herself over to the coffee table and took a drink of her wine, making me now not only frustrated and scared but fucking envious as well.

She then rather leisurely untied her ankles and legs and stood and stretched. She looked magnificent, her tits standing so proud and at one point her legs apart and her pussy gaping; with the silver glint of the butt-plug nestling behind her pussy. It was this vision of her beauty and my heartfelt adoration of her that removed my last vestiges of doubt, I am lesbian and I am in love!

She stood over me, her legs either side of my hips and threading her hands under my arms she lifted me in one quick jerk up onto my knees. Then stopping to take another drink she then held her glass to my mouth and let me take the smallest of sips of her wine.

"Like that do you? Well that is all you are getting for now; as you earn it I will give you more."

I had anticipated some sort of cruel torment like this, like how a cat would play with a trapped little mouse and I already had my witty retort worked out.

"Twat!"

She just laughed and took another drink.

Then, bringing her drink with her she walked right up until her pussy was in my face, and with it pushed me down further backwards until I was stretched painfully back on myself and my neck bent back looking upwards; my nose in her dripping wet pussy.

"Take it out, bitch."

I had to strain my neck to get my mouth up onto the end of the butt-plug and finally my teeth around it; I had to force my already strained body down to get the leverage to tease the plug out.

"Don't you dare drop it bitch or the cane will be next."

It stank of her, tasted of her; but I didn't drop it. All the time she had been drinking her wine; did I say I love her? I fucking hate her!

She put her wine down, "Drop that butt-plug and you are in real trouble."

She walked around me, feeling my body, groping me, rubbing me, fingering me. She stood behind me and played with my hair and tickled my ears and then Oh Shit! She went to work on my feet, first with her fingernails and then the feather.

Within seconds as my struggles to contain myself failed her butt-plug bounced on the carpet and she stopped, and quietly, worryingly, laughed. Oh Fuck!

She absolutely tortured me with that feather, starting with my nose and face and ears, then my neck; probing for all the sensitive areas to see where she could have the most fun. Then down to my nipples; that was excruciating, and my pussy, my spine, my bum and then back to my feet.

It was absolutely uncontrollable, the pain, the pleasure, I never really knew which; I just howled throughout as she worked me over.

She knelt in front of me and with one hand worked the feather over my nipples as her other hand played my pussy. She controlled my orgasms far better than I ever had.

She released my legs and ankles and laid me face up on the coffee table, my hands still tied behind but now under the table. My legs were tied wide apart either side of the table.

She went to the kitchen and brought our Chinese left-overs through.

She pushed something, a piece of Kung-Po chicken I think, into my pussy; and wiping her fingers in the black bean sauce rubbed this onto and around my labia.

She then ate me! Licking and sucking the chicken out of me and licking my pussy clean.

Oh my fuck that was so amazing! Even though it was on my pussy I could taste it.

She spread more Chinese sauce and dropped food over my helpless body and again ate and licked me clean; chewing my nipples along the way. I was the hottest Chinese buffet in town!

She attacked me with chopsticks, practising her skills with them, nipping my nipples between them until I screamed and then my clit, oh my fucking God; I screamed the house down but what a rush, what a conflict of emotions; this was torture but a torture like nothing I had ever imagined; so bad I would have paid for it the pleasure it brought me.

She must have been scared she was taking it too far because she called a time out; releasing my legs and letting me stand and have a drink of her wine, my hands still tied of course.

She kissed me, snogged me, and apologised for what she was about to do to me. Now this did have me scared.

Tying my ankles to the legs of an armchair she bent me over and wrapping a rope around my neck she tied it off over the back of the chair, forcing me to bend over.

First she just plain tormented me, licking and playing with me. Then she spanked me; oh God I think I am addicted to this helplessness.

She switched me, all over me, my defenceless tits, my thighs, and of course my bum and pussy. I hated it, landing randomly on me and stinging me; but when she stopped I instantly missed it.

Then she caned me! Now this did fucking hurt, like proper hurt. After only one strike I was begging her not to use it on me. I had never felt pain like this. She continued and after only a few strikes across my bum I was a jabbering wreck. Now I understood bondage, true bondage, total defencelessness, and begging in earnest totally surpassing my imagination.

She released me from being bent over and put me on the floor, my face between her legs and made me please her.

I was doing the best I could but almost randomly the cane would flick down on the top of my buttocks inspiring me to greater effort. Oh how I licked and kissed and chewed and brought her off again and again until she was totally satisfied.

Before she finally untied my hands she fitted that fucking shock collar on me again. She allowed me to relax with her for an hour and listen to music and enjoy a drink and then took me to bed and really blew my mind; it was like the sex Olympics but not once did she actually shock me with the collar.

We both passed out exhausted.

I maybe failed that challenge!


8. My turn

I was awoken by Tracy kissing me and tweaking my nipples. This time there was no hissy fit or panic attack from me; I just responded and embraced her; I was still glowing from my memories of the wildest night of my life. I had no idea life could be this good with another woman.

As much as I had enjoyed being tied and helpless I was now really enjoying not being tied and being able to hug and touch and feel and explore her body as we wrestled each other in a sexual frenzy.

Breathless and exhausted again Tracy looked down on my sweating face and said "Good morning Sophie, what do you fancy doing today?"

She was smiling, even her eyes were smiling; I smiled back and leant up and kissed her.

"Today, I fancy controlling you for a change, no tricks by you or anything, just me in charge and you being the one that obeys for a change."

She leaned down and kissed me, and kissed me again, and smiled "Sophie, you say the nicest things, I think I am going to have a good day today; let me start by cooking you breakfast."

"Naked, bitch" I replied, joking; but she complied.

After breakfast I had her show me what she had, all her toys and clothes and everything; my God she has a problem, a whole double wardrobe full of the stuff; more hardware, leather and latex than I had ever seen in my life in one place!

I had her model her wardrobe for me, latex nurses outfits, French maid outfits, harnesses, thigh boots, a mono-glove, a school girl outfit, hobble skirts, masks, gags, corsets, all sorts; and her body, her long legs, she looked absolutely fantastic in everything.

Her collection of toys was equally amazing; a wide range of dildos, remote control stimulators, strap-on dildo's, dentistry clamps, Hitachi wands, shock wands, cuffs, spreaders, collars, even a chastity belt.

"Tracy" I asked, “just how long have you been doing all this stuff?"

"Ever since I found you in your cuffs; it has just sort of built up since then. I hardly ever go a month without buying something new to try."

I thought about this and the stuff she had. "But you must have had sex with another woman here, I mean why else would you have a strap-on dildo?"

"I live in hope, I would lay in bed, cuffed with that thing in me and at first fantasise that you were using it on me; but over the years I have given up on it as it seemed just so totally unrealistic that it would ever happen between us."

I just smiled thinking today may be her lucky day.

We agreed to go out for lunch, have an afternoon tour of the pubs finishing with maybe an Italian and then spend the night in.

It was a good plan but we forgot to stop for the Italian and ended up eating fish and chips out of the wrappers at almost midnight on the way home, drunk.

Back at her place I had her dress up in the maids outfit, no underwear but for stockings and had her wait on me with drinks. It was a lovely feeling to have her like this while I was still dressed up but I couldn't help but recognise that she has me pretty much like this all day every day at work. I understand why now; I would love to have her work for me like this.

I had her bring down her wrist and ankle spreader bar and locked her in. This put her on her knees with her feet wide apart and her hands down through and between her legs and locked into the same bar. Her bum was forced up and her face down into the carpet.

Leaving her like this I went up to get changed. I returned naked but for the strap on dildo fastened around me. Considering how long she has dreamt of this happening she didn't look too pleased to see it on me.

I could see her tensing, trying to close her legs but finding it impossible. I must try that spreader bar out sometime; she looks so deliciously exposed.

I worked her first with my hands, my fingers; and then while I had her lick my sticky fingers; I worked her with my tongue.

She was already on the point of orgasm when I entered the dildo into her pussy and with my hips slowly drove it home. Her head snapping up and her throaty groan, like shock, pain and contentment all coming together, was simply beautiful.

As I drove in and out her head raised and lowered like a nodding dog (sorry Tracy, no insult intended) and as I got more used to the technique and better at it I speeded up and drove with more confidence getting scream after scream out of her and a wonderful vocal performance of an orgasm.

I didn't stop, I slowed it down until I was only just pushing it in and drawing back out as I pulled her maids outfit down exposing her and massaging her lovely hanging tits and tweaking her nipples and then built it back up again and hammered home another orgasm; continuing on right through until she screamed so much it hurt me!

Then I returned last night's favour to her, standing and stretching before her and drinking wine, then giving her just a sip.

I laid down on the floor before her, my face right up to her face, my head on my hands and I smiled; her totally helpless and me in control; I loved it.

I kissed her, and pulling back looked into her eyes and asked "cane or butt?"

"What?"

"As much as I love this position you are in and my being in charge, I am giving you your control back; I am nice like that; I am letting you dictate to me and I will obey, as always. Do you order me to cane your butt or to use this dildo to fuck your butt?"

"Sophie, that's not much of a choice, that's not giving me any control back; I don't want either."

"Wrong answer, with a lack of instruction from you to the contrary I will have to do both to be safe then; first I will fuck you then I will cane you."

"Oh come on, Sophie, you wouldn't!"

"Oh yes I would, just watch."

I got up and recovered the cane from behind the chair and stood behind her tapping her body softly.

"Sophie no, please; if you have to do either use the dildo on me, but please I will need you to lubricate it first, and take it slowly, my bum is virgin."

This surprised me, not that she had a virgin bum but that she would choose this over the cane.

"Do you order me to fuck you up the ass?"

"No, hell no, can I order you not to?"

My cane landed squarely across both buttocks and she screamed.

I answered her "No, you can't, we are back to square one and you getting both."

"No, no, oh please no; the dildo, please, the dildo, I order you."

"Well okay Tracy, I won't enjoy this one bit but an order is an order" I laughed enjoying my control.

She told me where to find the gel and soon I was forcing it into her and building up the pounding. The noises she made didn't sound too much like pain to me so I kept at it, harder and faster and harder still.

She buried her face deeper and raised her butt as much as she could and I pounded away, as deep as I could, giving her the full length and grinding groans of ecstasy out of her. She came and she came big and loud; beautiful!

Then I caned her anyway!

I found her shock collar, control and key and locked it on her before I released her; then draining my glass I laid down on the floor and spread my legs, my head on a cushion. "No hands, make me come until I can come no more and I will not shock you; do it well and I will even let you have some wine.

I didn't have to shock her, and she got her wine, no trouble. She has a wonderful tongue and all the motivation she would ever need. We cleaned our teeth and toileted and hit the sack, and played.


9. The chastity trick

The following morning I still refused to remove her shock collar and had her dressed in a maids outfit again, but a different one. A rubber one.

The dress was rubber and incredibly short, and rubber stockings and a rubber hood. Then I locked ridiculous ballet shoes on her making her totter about almost uncontrollably. I handcuffed her to the front and chained these on a six inch chain to her collar and handed her a fluffy stick duster and told her to get busy.

She continuously revealed her pussy to me as she went about her duties but was powerless to do anything about it as I laughed and laughed and swatted her bum with the switch. Oh how I wish I could get her dressed like this at work; it was tons better than my works uniform.

After I finally relented and released her we spent the last of the morning just chatting and reading the Sunday papers; I read out how a certain celebrity singer had been embarrassed when her bags were searched at Heathrow and four pairs of handcuffs were found, "Always knew she was a slut" Tracy remarked in all seriousness; I just looked at her, and we both burst out laughing!

Rather than going out I had her cook us dinner and serve it dressed in her sexy Chinese Kimono; and then clean up as well; I was loving it.

I took her up to her bedroom and had her model some more of her stuff; finishing with her naked and wearing her chastity belt. I had never worn or even seen one before seeing hers and I was fascinated by it. She lay on the bed and I tried to touch her pussy but it was just plain impossible with her secondary guard locked in place. I was pleased with this.

I ordered her to take her hogtie ropes back downstairs and as she sorted these out I pocketed her chastity belt keys.

Downstairs in the lounge I had her tie herself up again in a hogtie as we had on Friday night, I had explained that so I could do it myself at home I needed to see how she escaped.

I asked her "Tracy, can you always escape from that hogtie?"

"I always have so far, and if anything I get quicker every time."

I pushed the ball gag into her mouth and buckled it in place, unlocked her shock collar and kissed her cheek "that's good then, enjoy yourself, I will see you at work in the morning."

I took a photo of her on my phone and saved it as her profile picture and patting her bum I left her to it and went home; her eyes wide open and trying to tell me something as I left the room.

It was almost two hours later that my mobile phone rang and I saw her naked picture flash up but I just laughed to myself and otherwise ignored it; she was probably leaving me a begging voicemail.

Seconds later my home phone rang but I let it go to answer machine "Sophie, Sophie, I know you are there, please pick up." I continued to let her talk, not answering it.

"Sophie, I cannot find the keys to my belt, I have looked everywhere, you haven't picked them up by mistake have you? Please call me back when you get this."

'No' I thought, 'not by mistake' laughing to myself so much picturing her plight I had to sit down and hold my sides; I had to go pee in the end!

By the time I went to bed I had twenty two missed calls from her and seven messages on my answer machine. By the end she was getting quite stroppy in the messages, convinced I had taken them on purpose! She had even been to my house and rang the bell and battered on the door but still I ignored her.

The next morning as I walked into reception she was already stood there, smiling with her hand out "very funny Sophie, good joke, I know I deserved it so no hard feelings, the keys please and we will just forget about this."

"Sorry Tracy, I don't have them on me."

She lifted her gizmo out of her pocket "The keys please, disobedience can be very expensive."

"Tracy, honestly, I am not being disobedient, I cannot do the impossible, if I had the keys with me I would give you them. But consider this, that gizmo should be set on zero at the moment, for every click it registers it will be another day before I remember the keys; so are you really going to click it for my disobedience? Or for Fucking swearing?" If so your beautiful shaved pussy could be locked away from you for weeks; fine me enough and I will grow you a bush!"

She stared at me, her thumb poised on the gizmo, working it out; was I jesting?

"I think this gizmo is a stupid idea anyway, I don't think we really need this do we?" She asked, smiling again, uncertainly.

"Like fuck we do" I exclaimed taking it out of her hand, patting her metal pussy guard and walking off to get us coffee. She was a picture left standing there alone, her fingers playing with her metal belt through her dress; her face a picture of shock, just wondering what on earth had just happened to her.

At times when the reception was empty I would stand with my back to the one way glass wall and raise my skirt, hopefully turning her on and frustrating her. Or I would spin around in my chair, as she had admitted she fantasised, raising my legs and my skirt.

At one point, near the end of the day I was sat in the chair with my skirt up looking at myself in the mirror, knowing she was just the other side staring at me, and seeing my stockings, naked thighs and pussy reflected back at me as my fingers probed and explored. I simulated an orgasm, leaning back and shuddering before winking at the mirror, laughing and turning back around.

I went in to see her, to say goodnight.

"Thanks for today Sophie, you seem to be handling reception okay on your own; I don't think I really need you to lift your skirt for me tonight as I did catch a glimpse of you before so know you are adhering to the uniform requirements."

"Oh, but Tracy, it is best to be certain."

I lifted my skirt and showed her my pussy, holding the pose for quite some seconds, then turned and lifting the back of my skirt up I opened my legs and bent right over, looking up at her frustrated and angry face from between my own legs. I was loving it!

"Goodnight Sophie, that will be all, and I would appreciate it if you could remember the keys in the morning? Please?"

Her hand was on her pussy guard as she said this, rubbing.

"Goodnight Tracy, be good."

The next morning she was stood waiting for me in reception again, saying nothing, just holding her hand out. I shook it on the way past to the coffee machine.

"Sophie, my keys?"

"Yeah, I have them, in my car; if you are a good girl and don't press me for them you will get them before I drive home; oh, in fact, isn't it your turn to get the coffee?"

If looks could kill! But she got the coffee, and brought it to me.

I spent most of the day sat in her office typing letters as she dictated. I really was enjoying this job, not just because of Tracy and all the sexy shenanigans but the actual job; I felt at home here.

I continued to 'accidently' flash at her every chance I got, I knew it was driving her wild constantly reminding her of her chastity, it was brilliant.

I went in to say goodnight and she hummed and erred and finally got around to asking "Sophie, I am not pressing you, but did you say you may have some keys for me if I was good to you today?"

"Yes Tracy, I have them on me, you can come and get them if you like."

She stood and walked over to me, and stopped and looked, and wondered, where the hell could I have them in this nurse's uniform?

I shook my hips and she heard the two keys rattle.

She stepped forward and bending down raised the front of my skirt, I had put a fob on the key ring and entered this into my pussy, leaving the keys dangling; she looked up, and a naughty smile come over her.

Still holding the skirt she dropped to her knees and removed the keys with her teeth, her lips just brushing my lips; classy. Anyone walking in now would have a whole new perspective of the role of the senior Director of St Micks!

I kissed her, and said "Go wild, fulfil yourself, goodnight" and walked out leaving her on her knees with the keys in her mouth.

I laid in my bath, frigging myself under the soapy bubbles and fantasising about what Tracy had just been through, actually being locked in something properly, for two whole days, not being able to even touch herself, the keys in the hands of another and totally at her (my) mercy. Oh my God did I orgasm dreaming about it!

I kept arguing with myself whether or not I would want to try the same experience, to try and see if her belt would fit my small waist; or even to buy my own when I got my wages through and hand the keys to her; the thought scared and excited me in equal measures.


10. The Trial

I had my first problem at work the next day, the first issue I just didn't know how to resolve. The parents of a young patient were enquiring on the progress of their Son and asked me to look up his medical reports. I got the record up on the screen and the disclosure box was ticked off and signed by the Doctor showing that the report could be shared with the parents.

I turned the screen so they could examine it as I scrolled down and most of it they were already familiar with apparently from previous visits but they got to the final entry and understood little of it.

The Doctors notes said 'NRTM - 5% increase in all Med's for 5 days and reassess; COV, SJ & ABG & PC - AAT NBM.'

They wanted to know what all the various letters meant; I didn't have a clue about the last lot of letters but I could tell them the first bit was 'Not Responding To Medication' and so the Doctor was trying a different dosage and seeing what effect it had.

They were not happy that I couldn't explain the rest of it that it could be really important and they demanded I call the Doctor.

None of the Doctors on duty responded to my calls, I couldn't page them as it wasn't an emergency, I had to call Tracy out of an important meeting to come and explain; I could tell immediately she wasn't happy.

Tracy apologised to the parents and explained that I had just started here and was new to the Doctors abbreviations and further explained what the letters meant.

"COV shows that your son has been found to be capable of violence, SJ and ABG and PC AAT means that he is to be kept in a straitjacket with an anti-bite guard fitted and housed in a padded cell at all times."

"Oh and NBM means Nil By Mouth" I added.

"No Sophie, those are the initials of Norman Brian McDermott, the assessing Doctor, as you can see from all the entries above" Tracy corrected, and added, to the parents "I am so sorry, she is very new."

I could have died!

They were not happy that it was necessary to restrain their son like this, the mother was crying but Tracy sat with them and I took them coffee's over and eventually they left quietly.

Tracy gave me a real dressing down about the effect I had just made on the parents and that I had to think long and hard about the experience and learn from it, she would have gone on but she had to get back to her meeting.

How was I meant to know what the stupid fucking letters stood for? Nobody told me!

The next day the same parents returned, the father asked me "What is my son actually going through in here? What is it like to be locked in a straitjacket for any period of time? What exactly is this anti-bite guard? How big and just how padded is the cell? How regularly is he visited? What does he do for the toilet and bathing?" And many more questions I didn't have a clue how to answer.

Fortunately Tracy had seen this through the one way glass and anticipating another problem had wandered through just to catch the end of the questions but she had worked out what they were asking and again she sat them down and went through it all with them.

After they had gone, satisfied by her answers that everything was in their son's best interests I asked her how even she could answer questions like that without actually experiencing it herself. She explained that she had experienced it. When she had first started here she wanted to know intimately what the patients experiences were here and so she had locked herself into the system for a day and a night to gain the experience "Because I am a professional and I am dedicated to what I do, maybe you should try it!"

She went back to her office leaving me to wallow in my lack of knowledge, ability and apparent professionalism.

An hour before the end of my working day I went through to her and said "Tracy, I am so sorry I have let you down yesterday and again today; but I love working here for you and I want to be good at what I am needed to do, the best. Could I maybe do what you did sometime, even in my own time say over a weekend so that I know this place and what happens here that bit better?"

She sat and thought for a moment, then nodded and said "Yes, maybe that would be a good thing; actually the sooner the better; but not in your own time, it is for the good of your development here and the good of this clinic, I will pay you overtime for your time spent here. Do you have to go home tonight?"

"Err, no, I don't suppose so, not really, but I don't have a tooth brush or nighty or anything here with me."

"Oh you silly thing, that shows just how little you know about this place, you won't need any of those things, you won't need anything. You carry on with your work and I will make the computer record, create your 'legend' and treatment programme and get what we need for you to change; you cannot really go into treatment in a St Mary's uniform!"

I went back to my reception desk and Tracy got busy.

At four pm she called me through and asked if I was ready, which I was (I think!) and she said for me to take my shoes stockings and dress off, she was holding what I took to be a straitjacket out for me.

"But Tracy, you know I don't have any underwear on, I can't wear just that thing."

"Don't be silly, lots of our patients have to wear them, and besides, it covers your breast and a strap covers your pussy so what's the problem?"

I bit the bullet and stripped off, she watched my every move. She held the jacket up and I had to walk into it, entering my hands into the sleeves. At the ends of the sleeves there were like hard pieces of leather that my flat hands went into, keeping them flat and my thumbs in line with my fingers. She fastened buckle straps around my wrists and more above my elbows.

Then she hugged it around me and started fastening straps drawing it tight around me; then pushed my enclosed hands through a strap on the front and then behind me and drew my hands around and fastened my arms around me in a self-hug, a really tight hug.

Then the final strap, oh that fucking strap! A single strap, not leather but like a one inch cloth strap that went down from the front, over my pussy and between my buttocks and fastened behind me. Except she pulled it up really hard making me scream out and spread my legs and stand on my toes; it no longer covered my pussy, it split it!

She slapped my bum and I jumped, she had a huge smile on her face. I struggled with the jacket and knew I was fucked, I was helpless.

She drew me to her and snogged me, all the time her hands hugging my bare exposed bum; I wish we were at her place, this jacket would be fun.

"Now Sophie, I am not one for bearing grudges" she said taking hold of a strap on my back with her left hand and delivering a stinging slap to my right buttock which made me jump, twist and cry out; "But that trick you played on me with my own chastity belt was well out of order." 'Slap' "Ouch!" 'Slap, slap, slap' as she continued to hold and spank me.

Well, at least she seemed to be enjoying herself!

Once she had finally had enough of making me jump, scream and beg she once again hugged me, kissed me and fondled my naked bum before walking me out into reception and through the double doors down the corridor to the secure unit.

She had a clip-board in her hand.

All that spanking making me jump and now the walking in bare feet had really pulled the strap up into my slit and it was driving me crazy. I told Tracy this and she turned me for a better look and laughed out loud and said "That has risen up hasn't it; you look wonderful, good enough to eat. Let me sort that out for you."

I thought she meant she was going to pull it back out and straighten it across and over my pussy but instead she just tightened the strap another notch taking in the slack and keeping it there. Fucking Bitch!

Even worse, she then took a brown leather thing out of her pocket and slotted it into my mouth and turning me fastened it behind my head, pulling my trapped hair out. It felt like a thin steel bar wrapped in thick, hard leather; like a horses bit-gag; then gave my ass one more big slap to get me moving again.

She had a dongle on a key fob and waving it across a wall sensor the doors opened and she led me through and down around a corner to a nurses station where there was one nurse sitting at a computer and another stood making notes on wall charts.

"Hi Joan, this is the new intake; sorry for the short notice but it was a last minute referral from the General; they have tried to treat her but want us to assess her properly. I have prepared the notes on her here and I have put her into the database; as you will see she is COV, PC, SJ and ABG, which room do you want her in?"

Joan was spending more time staring at my garrotted pussy than the computer screen

"Yes, thanks Tracy, I am just viewing her profile now (yes, I know you are!), Hi Steph, welcome to St Mary's, and don't you worry about a thing, we will really look after all your needs here, you are safe here; PC six has been prepared for occupancy so we will make that your new home."

"Ot Seff, Sofee" I tried to explain my name but this gag would take some getting used to.

"I have explained on my notes Joan, Steph here latches onto names and becomes that person; she has just been introduced to Sophie the new receptionist; take her gag out and she will be telling you she works here" Tracy laughed. I looked at her, an evil look and I wasn't laughing! In one sentence she had just made me and anything I said unbelievable.

"Come on Steph" said Tracy leading me away, I will get you settled while these busy ladies book you in and prepare your care programme."

"Doc, don't forget these" added Joan handing a pair of brown medical ankle cuffs to Tracy. Marvellous!

Tracy opened the door to padded cell number six and led me in. There was a large door handle on the outside, and no handle at all on the inside.

All four walls were identical, and the floor; an off-white colour with the surface made up of thousands of circular domes of some padded material; packed so tightly against each other they almost made a flat surface. I bounced as I walked.

Once in the centre Tracy stopped and turned me and kneeling down fastened the cuffs onto my ankles and clipped them together with a leather strap maybe twelve inches long; but then she pulled one side of the strap out drawing and locking my ankles together, bitch!

"There you are Steph, experience and enjoy! Knowing how addicted to bondage you are becoming you will be gagging for it by morning, pardon my gag, ha! In fact to get to you in the frustrated position you will be in I may make it to work for a new record early time; so don't worry you won't be here all that long at all. Now be good and don't give the nurses a hard time okay?"

Knowing trying to talk just made me look and sound silly I just nodded.

"Well done Steph, I am proud of you doing this, before I let you out of that jacket in the morning I may reward you with a go in my chastity belt, I will loosen the adjustments tonight in anticipation!"

Bitch!

She was singing to herself merrily as she left and closed the door, the sound of it locking making me close my eyes and shudder.

It was difficult to make out even where the door had been.


11. Padded cell

I couldn't just stand here, but what am I actually going to do? If I sit down will I be able to get back up again? Would I even want to? Which wall do I want to make home? Or just flop here in the centre? I suppose I could get some pogo exercise, but that is about it; either that or lie down and sleep.

As it turned out my mind was made up for me, I tried to turn around to see behind me, I don't know why as it all looked the same anyway and I fell, and bounced!

I had heard about escapologists in the old days that were always freeing themselves from straitjackets and for something to do I decided to have a go.

I don't know how long I tried for, certainly long enough to tire myself out and get a good sweat going on but I achieved absolutely diddlysquat!

Also, I was sick and tired of this fucking bit-gag thing; how fucking demeaning to be rendered so pathetically helpless by something designed for fucking stupid horses!

I had tried my best not to drool all over myself; at first it had been nowhere near as bad as a ball gag for the drool-factor but as I had tried to free myself from this jacket I had drooled all over the place.

All I can do is sit myself up against a wall and try to relax and get my panic attack over with; get my knees up together in some sort of semblance of modesty; I have never been this helpless before, ever. At least tied up at Tracy's I always knew she was there; here I have no one, just strangers that think I am mentally ill. I am at the complete mercy of anyone that happens to walk in to see me.

Sitting here trying not to drool I am looking up and I see the blue glass dome in the far corner of the ceiling; then straight up I see another in the corner above me; I do hope they have had a good laugh at the show I have just put on!

People spend days, weeks, even possibly years like this? Fuck, I've been here about thirty minutes and I have had enough. Hurry back Tracy, please; I promise I will wear your chastity belt as long as you want; and promise to eat your pussy every night and on demand for a year if you free me before breakfast!


12. Intake Process
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I obviously at some point drifted off into the natural escape world of sleep because I didn't even hear the door opening, but was awakened by not Joan but the other nurse, the younger one slipping the cuff strap back into place giving me a few inches of slack between my feet.

"Hi, I'm Bev and I will be helping Joan take you through for your intake process; nothing to worry about; then we will give you a wash and clean your teeth and sort your hair out and help you toilet before we settle you for the night; oh, and of course, something to eat; okay love?"

I tried to talk back forgetting about this stupid fucking gag and I sent drool flying at her, I felt awful about that as she was trying to be nice to me.

"Horree, ho horree."

"It's okay love, not your fault, try to nod more and talk less until you get better acquainted with it; a few weeks' time you will hardly notice it."

Yeah, right!

She helped me up to my feet and led me, shuffling to the door where there was a wheel chair and Joan waiting for me.

"Hop on Steph, best seat in the house" Joan greeted me.

I worked my way around and took the seat; Bev put my feet up on the little rests and we were off.

Around several corridors and finally through a double steel door and we were in a large fully white tiled room, worryingly resembling a mortuary.

It even had a steel frame mounted over a steel walled bed set on the floor, like the drip tray to catch the blood during a post-mortem!

Getting me out of the chair they turned me and sat me back in the frame. There was no back to it as such just a series of flat steel bands.

Bev took the strap completely off my cuffs and again lifted my feet up onto rests but then fastened the cuffs to the sides of the frame, wide apart. At the same time Joan was working on the rear straps to my straitjacket, loosening them off. Once she had them so far she fastened my neck into a padded steel collar set into the top of the frame and then released my (at least what I now call my) pussy strap; oh that was nice; oh the relief; oh let me rub it, please oh please let me rub it; rub it for me somebody, pretty please!

As my first arm was extracted from the jacket Joan held it while Bev fastened it into a padded steel cuff high up on the frame; then repeated this with my left; the jacket was taken away and hung up.

"You'll like this" said Joan pressing a button.

The whole thing, steel bed and all raised up off the floor until it was at their mid-thigh height. Then she pulled a lever out and pushed down on the frame by my shoulder and the whole frame rocked back putting my feet up in the air; finally locking in place.

Just as I thought what a ridiculously stupid position this was to put me in the sides of the frame collapsed down and locked truly spreading my arms and ankles.

What the Fuck!!!

"What the Fuck do you think you are doing with me?" I asked, or at least made an attempt at asking, what actually came out apart from goblets of drool I have no idea but they just both laughed.

"Don't you worry Steph, we are only here to care for you; and stop fretting about trying to talk with that nasty thing inside of your mouth it will just upset you. Just wait until Tony has looked after you; I don't know how he does it but he manages to train all you young girls to "Neigh" like a horse rather than talk; he refers to you as his pets, his pony club" she laughed out loud obviously thinking about what she was saying. He won't be fucking teaching me to "Neigh" the perverted twat!

"In fact this is our last night so you will meet Tony tomorrow evening; such a lovely young man you will like him; and he will certainly like you the body you have on you; in fact you will be very popular in here with the guys and maybe a few of us girls" she added laughing again."

"Err, Joan" Bev interrupted, I think embarrassed, "Should we get started?"

"Oh, yeah, right, sorry, I was rambling; always do with the new ones. Okay Steph, there are certain procedures we have to follow here. None of the patients are allowed body hair so we will be shaving you; a shame really because there is something about a ginger minge that is really striking but rules are rules; then we need to cleanse you; you know, an enema; then give you a body wash; wash your hair and dry it for you and then we need to move you and weigh and measure you and do some blood and urine sampling and blood pressure checks and stuff; but just you lay there and let us worry about all the work; you can take the night off" she joked.

Yeah, really funny Joan, cunt; don't you fucking dare bringing a shaver anywhere near my beautiful little pussy or you're dead, I'll fucking get out of these straps and fucking twat you!

I'm only in here a few more hours and you are not fucking shaving me; as for the enema; dream on!

Of course I didn't actually say any of this, I couldn't; but I certainly gave a good enough reaction to indicate I wasn't exactly over the moon with these unexpected and unwanted developments. During the process of my mega tantrum I realised I wouldn't be getting out of this frame any time soon either; I was well and truly fucked!

It was actually Bev that shaved me; and my arm pits too although I very much doubt they needed it; and to be fair to her she done it all quite sensitively; I could see in her face and eyes that she was a very caring person and her shaving my pussy actually quite turned me on; having to lay here with my legs strapped wide apart as she soaped me up and placed her hand over my slit to make sure she didn't catch me with the blade; and then washing me off afterwards. I could have come so very easily.

The enema was, well, I would rather not say; let's just settle for saying it was an experience Joan enjoyed more than me; especially as it was delivered and managed through what was effectively a large rubber butt-plug at quite a high (needlessly high) water pressure.

Just you wait until the morning Joan dear, when Doc Tracy will wipe the floor with you when she hears what you have done with me!

They straightened my legs out by adjusting the frame and then both of them together; working on either side gave me a wash. They used hot soapy water and sponges; I may as well be a fucking Pony! Then sprayed me down with a hose. My God I am so fucking completely, utterly, fucking horny! Bite me!!

Bev washed my hair and again took real care over it; sitting me up to blow dry and style it.

I didn't need toileted, as Joan had been giving me the triple stage enema I was pissing myself; just couldn't help myself and this had made Joan laugh even louder.

They transferred me over to another work station, this one a small rubber coated platform that I stood on with my wrists cuffed into either end of a steel bar above my head.

They were very well practiced and had processes in place to keep me restrained at all times in one way or another as they switched me between process stations.

Here I had to lift my wrists so that I wasn't hanging while they weighed me.

Then Bev took my pulse, blood pressure and a blood sample; Joan already had the urine sample.

They wheeled everything away just leaving me stood there in the centre of the room; totally naked, and I mean like totally fucking naked, even my hairless pussy on total show for the first time since before I even knew what a pussy was!

Finally, after they had written their notes up Joan explained that they would be putting me back into my straitjacket and then giving me dinner before returning me to my room.

Her and Bev together managed me back into my jacket and the wheel-chair but then Joan left Bev to feed me and return me. I was pleased about this.

An hour later I was back to square one, in my padded cell trying to escape from a straitjacket.

Sometime later Bev returned with a portable loo, well, a fancy bucket but it had a toilet seat on it.

She loosened my pussy strap (Oh yes please, rub me, rub me!) and helped me sit on the seat. It took ages, I needed to go just not in front of another girl like this.

"Steph, I am sorry but I cannot leave you like this, I have to stay while the pan is in the room; but if it helps I will turn my back and promise not to listen."

She turned away and eventually, finally, I started to tinkle, a tinkle that I couldn't stop developing into a stream.

The pan was metal; no way could she not listen.

I finished peeing but had only just started blushing!

Bev wiped me off and then cleaned my teeth for me and had me spit into the same bucket, and gave me a drink of water which first I also spit out and then some more for me to swallow.

While the gag was out I thanked her for the care she had shown shaving me and then washing me and my hair; and that I realised it was nothing personal that she was doing to me it was all just procedures she had to follow and she had done it all well and sensitively.

I had decided not to explain about me actually being Tracy's PA and receptionist because, well, she wouldn't have believed me anyway and I was meant to be in here for the full experience and I was certainly getting that.

She thanked me for saying this and apologised that the care was so intrusive; then asked me if I was okay sleeping in the padded cell in my jacket or would I prefer a medical bed; but explained that I would be cuffed and naked in the bed.

I opted for the bed.

Bev left me but soon returned with a bed on wheels and pulled it into the room and dropped it off the wheels onto long slides. Then on her own, which surprised me, she transferred me into the bed and removed my jacket as she cuffed me in place on the bed; but at no time did she ever come even close to giving me the opportunity to escape, not that I would have even tried.

I thanked her again and then she strapped the ABG (as I am learning to call it) into my mouth.

"Goodnight Steph, sleep well; Joan and I are off now for four nights then I am back on the day shift so as long as you do nothing to cause either of us to visit you during the night I will see you again for breakfast Tuesday morning."

'No chance' I thought, one night will be enough for me thank you very much.

"If you need attention during the night shake one of your hands and keep shaking it; we will spot it on camera and come to you. But make sure you do not cry wolf because the more you do that the less likely the nurses are to hurry in here, okay?"

I nodded my understanding.

She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek which normally I would have thought was lovely; but laying here naked on a bed with my wrists strapped in cuffs to the metal rails, my ankles likewise, and my neck in a soft padded leather collar strapped between the rails and another strap across my belly I felt far too horny and frustrated to think it was lovely; I wanted frigged!

Bev explained "I cannot knock the lights off as we have to be able to observe you through the night, but I can blindfold you if you like?"

I nodded, wondering just how horny could you possibly get in a place like this?

Even the blindfold was padded.

I actually moaned as I heard her leave, my pussy feeling so needy.


13. A dream come true

I don't know if I have slept five minutes or five hours; but I do know somebody is in my room with me, I can sense it, almost hear them breathe.

I had been having such a lovely dream, I wa`s tied to a bed, beautifully helpless, and a finger was rubbing up and down my slit; slowly making me wetter and wetter and then entering, probing, softly rubbing my button as I squirmed and ground my naked butt into the bed as the excitement grew within me.

My juices bubbling in anticipation, my neck straining as I stretched my head back, unable to close my mouth and stifle my gasps of pleasure.

Then a long finger entering me fully, until the hand came to a stop on my pussy; the finger flicking, tickling, and working me to orgasm.

I had been on the crest and then I had awoken to the stranger in the room cruelly robbing me of my moment, my dream, my fantasy orgasm.

I laid there, still panting from the dream; my nocturnal fantasy; one of my best leaving me breathless and wanting much more.

I pulled on my cuffs and tried to raise my head and look around but with my ears rather than my blinded eyes.

A hand landed softly on my belly; I screamed and my body leapt up as far as the padded restraints would allow.

"Sush" I heard quietly whispered, "if you want this, keep quiet."

It was a female voice, but whispered and disguised. Was it Bev? It certainly didn't sound like Joan. Were there any other female nurses on duty tonight? Was it still night? I kept quiet, I wanted it.

As though she had been reading my mind, two hands very softly gripped my legs above my knees, and slowly, ever so slowly smoothed their way up my thighs. Oh yes, I so needed this.

They only stopped when the two thumbs were stroking my labia, kneading them oh so sensually.

Then the thumbs entered me, and continued to work their delightful magic. So softly, so tenderly; so effectively.

I loved that I was so helpless, my body strapped to make me truly defenceless and accessible; at the mercy of this intruder, this assailant; this loving answer to my prayers.

She must have moved around the bed because the thumbs were exchanged for a finger, a wondrous long finger; and from this point onwards my dream assailant mimicked my dream.

I so tried to follow her order, to remain quiet; but at the point of reckoning I let us both down and I howled in ecstasy; my body bouncing and squirming, my knees forced apart and my pussy straining for further attention; but with the coming of my howling so came the withdrawal of my unknown assailant; a soft kiss on my cheek, identical to the earlier kiss from Bev, and she was gone.

I pictured myself on the cameras, my body glowing gold; glistening in sweat; and fell into the deepest of satisfied sleeps.


14. "Oh Shit!"

At a little after six that morning, an extremely early time, a time of day almost never before seen by Sophie's first lesbian love, boss, and Doctor Tracy; a cute little Deer ambled into the rode just around the blind corner that Tracy's fancy new silver top of the range Porche Boxter was speeding around in her excited determination to see Sophie again in her naked but for straitjacket frustrated state.

Not until her car come out of the bend did the halogen spotlights pick out the innocent little face of poor Bambi and it was only Tracy's marvellous reflexes that enabled her to swipe the wheel and miss hitting the poor thing, bless it.

The tree was another matter!

Tracy relaxed briefly as she saw her bonnet pass the startled Deer by the merest of inches; then she saw the tree, "Oh Shit!"


15. Good night, Bad morning!

I was lying awake, waiting for something, anything, but mostly to see Tracy's face followed by her magnificent body walk through that door and release me.

A female nurse, a new one, had been in and removed my blindfold and explained that the Doctor would be visiting me before breakfast; and then I could use the toilet and have a wash. She had glanced between my legs and 'tutted' before leaving.

It took me only a very short time to realise last night's visit had left its mark on me, I really would need a wash.

I had, surprisingly, enjoyed the experience, regardless of my shaving and enema; I think my nocturnal visit had rescued the night at the eleventh hour so to speak.

I do so hope it was Bev that visited me.

The door started to open; I looked for Tracy's smiling face.

I was disappointed.

A male Doctor in black trousers and a white smock entered carrying a clipboard. I immediately strained in my cuffs wanting to cover myself; I have been seen naked by surprisingly few men in my life; in fact, since I was a child, only two, and one of them with the lights off.

"Good morning Steph, welcome to St Mary's, I hope you are starting to feel a little bit more at home here now, you may be with us for quite some time but we will take by far the best care of you and help you back to your normal self."

He stood alongside me and just stared, his eyes roaming up and down my naked body.

He continued "It looks like you have had a little incident of your own through the night; not entirely surprising; I often see this and nothing to be ashamed of, just a healthy body exercising itself. We will soon have that cleaned up."

I could have died! Especially as the Doctor was young and extremely dishy; "whoa girl" I thought, "not totally lesbian yet then!"

He went on "being in strange surroundings, restrained naked possibly for the first time; a good looking young girl like you, possibly, even probably being sexually active; entirely to be expected."

He walked around me visually examining me while ticking things off on his board and making notes "Let me get that bite-guard off you and have a chat should we? Get to know each other."

"I am Doctor McDermott, Norman McDermott (Oh wonderful, Nil By Mouth McDermott!) and I will be your primary Doctor during your stay with us."

He removed my gag.

I worked my mouth in the hope I would be able to talk properly as he continued with his mundane pleasantries and observations.

I had to interrupt him.

"Doctor, sorry to interrupt, and nice to meet you, sorry I couldn't dress more appropriately for our first meeting."

"Oh don't you worry about that, you look splendid."

Yeah, I bet I do, Bastard!

"Can I ask you, where is Doctor Tracy Carter?"

"Tracy, oh she's the Senior Director here, she doesn't tend to practice, I will be your Doctor, not Tracy."

"No, I know that, but where is she? She promised me last night she would see me before breakfast?"

"Oh, then I am sorry, but you will have to rearrange that, Tracy will not be here today, she is unfortunately elsewhere at the moment."

I was flabbergasted, why would she let me down like this? Plus, who would look after reception if both her and I were missing?

"Doctor, I know what your clipboard says about me, but you have to believe me here, I am Sophie Porter, Tracy's PA and receptionist; I am only in here overnight to gain professional first-hand experience of the processes at St Mary's so that I can help empathise with and answer the family questions that we tend to get here at St Mary's; Tracy was coming in early this morning to release me so I could manage the reception at opening. You have to release me."

He laughed "You really are very good, of all the patients I have encountered like you that was probably the best introduction spiel yet! I may have to study you as a pilot case for my Thesis. If it wasn't for Tracy's notes explaining just how much you take on other personas and truly believe and live the part I could possibly have fallen for that!"

I was getting truly fucking frustrated the way this was going; and being restrained naked here with a freshly shaved pussy didn't particularly help.

"Doctor, please, wherever she is, phone her, she will tell you, I am her PA; I shouldn't be locked in here, I should be on the front desk."

"Ha, Tracy's notes, and I quote; Steph has an extremely high IQ, genius level; enabling her to factor equations and formulate responses on one subject whilst discussing another. She is entirely believable and has already used these skills to walk free and uncontested from several police stations, hospitals and mental health facilities. She latches onto people she encounters and in her own mind becomes these people, or intimately attached to them.

She will probably claim to be me, or be my sister, or lover, or PA or receptionist; but treat this as the symptom of her ailment rather than in any way be offended by it because she is not practicing any fraud, she truly believes herself to be that person or in that role. Tomorrow she may believe she is you.

COV, PC, ABG, SJ AAT, TC."

"No" I yelled, "That is my legend, she wrote it as a joke to frustrate me should I tell the nurses why I am in here; please just phone her!"

He shook his head, sighed, and made some notes "I have to hand it to Tracy, I don't know how she does it but in only moments, a first encounter, she so accurately assesses patients profiles; let's get you cleaned up and into your jacket so you can have breakfast."

"Doctor, please, I am begging you, just a phone call, please, just phone her and check."

"I am sorry Steph, I shouldn't be telling you of all people about this because you will probably become her mechanic or surgeon or next of kin or something but the Doc was in an accident this morning. She's in hospital receiving treatment."

"Oh Shit! How is she? How serious is it? I shouldn't be telling you this Doc because it is extremely personal and Tracy won't thank me for this; but I am Tracy's girlfriend and if she has been injured then I have to be with her; she would want me with her; you must release me."

He shook his head again, and rested, as though considering my request. "Tracy says not to judge you, it is your ailment, you truly really believe, that is why you are so plausible; it is not your fault. I will tell you. Her car hit a tree on the way here but she received no physical injuries."

"Her air-bag activated but failed to collapse, she was suffocated. Fortunately Joan, a nurse here, was on her way home from a night-shift and saw it happen. She smashed her way into the car and pierced the air-bag and kept Tracy alive with mouth to mouth until the ambulance arrived; she is now in an induced coma.

I am sorry Steph, but forget anybody phoning Tracy for a while."

He turned around, his eyes watering over, and walked out. I cried.


16. Patient

I was in a bubble, my mind locked into itself. Tracy? In a coma? Oh my God she could die! I may never see her again, never laugh with her again; feel her hands on me again, her fingers, her tongue, her ropes. My first and only true love; Shit this cannot be happening to her! She is too young, too beautiful, too talented.

Eventually my thoughts drifted onto my own predicament; Fuck! What about me? I have no escape from this. It is clear from what the Doc said; everything I say they anticipate, even though it is only the truth they will never believe me. I could be in here the rest of my life!

Then I realised that is not the case; this place is all about the money. Once they find out nobody is paying for my treatment they will suddenly 'cure me' and throw me out! How bloody long will that take though? Tracy could be dead or a vegetable or even in here with me by then!

I remained in my mental bubble all day, going from padded cell to straitjacket to breakfast, to toilet, to treatment, to lunch, to toilet and to dinner before I was finally snapping out of it in my straitjacket in my little padded cell.

Then Tony arrived.

The door opened and a male nurse walked in, blue cotton slacks and smock with the St Mary's logo. He was quite a young guy, not bad looking, certainly no fat on him.

He just stood in the doorway and stared, and smiled.

"Hi Steph, what's a good looking girl like you doing in a place like this?" He laughed out loud to himself as though he was like real funny as he stepped into the room and over to me; stood looking down on me.

I had my back resting on the wall and my knees up and drawn together as tight as I could; I didn't like the cold look in his eyes.

"Steph, you and I are going to be friends, real close friends; in fact I am going to let you into my pony club."

My eyes never left his as I shook my head.

"First trick I like to train into my ponies is to "Neigh" on command, would you do that for me?"

I pulled my feet right up to my bum and again shook my head.

"Oh come on, be a pet, you know you want to. Tell you what, I will help you; I will ignore everything you say apart from "Neigh" and the more pony like realistic you make it the more I will consider stopping what I am doing. I love this beginning phase of my relationships with my pets."

He knelt down in front of me.

I was beginning to sweat.

He put his hands on my knees and pulled them apart, and leaning over with his elbows he jammed them into my legs keeping them apart.

This freed up his hands to torment me. He was kneeling on my toes stopping my legs going anywhere.

He started by stroking the insides of my thighs. I told him to stop, pleaded with him to stop but of course this gag stopped me making sense. He smiled at me and continued. His hands working up until he was playing with my labia, stroking me, running his finger under the pussy strap.

I was trying to push my back up the wall to stand but couldn't get the leverage and he kept smiling and playing with me, then pulling the strap aside his finger was inside of me.

"Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!!!"

He stopped.

"That's it pet, welcome to my club, I knew we could be friends!"

He left me, locking the door and leaving me there, sweating, crying; and so ashamed at what had just happened to me. He had violated me, and I had given in so easily to what he had wanted from me.

I threw myself into the middle of the floor and went to war with my strait jacket, determined to do something, to free myself and somehow escape this prison I was wrongly held in.

Minutes later I was sobbing, knowing I would never be free.

The door opened and I was too slow, I was face down in the padded mat, my bum in the air. He strode into the room whistling cheerfully and holding me in position between his legs as he tightened my pussy strap another notch really cutting my pussy in halves.

Without a word he was groping my bum in this vulnerable position, and somehow he managed to force a finger past the straining strap right into my anus: I tried to struggle but it wasn't possible and he started to wriggle his finger inside of me.

"Neigh! Neigh!!!!!!!"

He laughed out loud again, slapped my bum and left the room.

I was traumatised, how can this possibly be happening to me?

Twice more I was visited by him, and twice more he done things to me to get me to "Neigh" for him.

Finally he brought in the toilet pan, released the pussy strap and watched me pee. This was so degrading; I looked down at myself the whole time unable to meet his gaze.

I was still sat on the toilet seat but finished peeing and he put his hand on my pussy and his middle finger up into me; in this position he said to me "I can do nice things to you, nice things for you; or I can do not so nice things; believe me, things you could not imagine; you are at my complete mercy. Be my pet, my little pony and say nothing and you will get by okay and we will both have a bit of fun along the way. Complain about me and only I will have the fun; I can put things in you, even living things and leave you all night and watch your torture on the TV for my fun; your choice pet."

Ten minutes later he returned, knelt in front of me and said "Neigh for me."

I did.

He then dragged in a bed and transferred me naked into it as Bev had done last night giving me no chance for any escape attempt; and blindfolded me. He was probably working on last nights' nurse's notes on my preferences for sleeping.

Whistling and laughing all the time he frigged me until I come. He explained "My little pet, I am so pleased to have you here. I am going to enjoy having you in every way you can imagine possible; but not tonight.

I want to savour you, enjoy a little piece more each day so it will be the end of the week before I take you properly. But don't worry, you will enjoy it, I will make certain you enjoy it."

He pinched both my nipples between his fingers and twisted and immediately I "Neighed" for him.

He patted my mound and whistled as he left.

I laid there, bound helplessly, not knowing if or when he would return; totally vulnerable to his whims. Tracy could be dead and I would not know; nobody knew who I was or that I was even here. Nobody would believe a single word I said if I spoke out and already I am "Neighing" for this bastard.

Please God oh please let Tracy be okay; if this is the sacrifice you demand, if I must endure this bastards desires for Tracy to be okay then I will do this and I will ask for nothing in return; please God make Tracy well.

I am already in hell, a hell in a padded cell.

I must have still been crying as I drifted off into sleep.


17. Losing my mind

I was not visited by Tony again that night and actually awoke feeling much refreshed; and absolutely fucking horny.

I could hear that my padded cell door was open and being blindfolded I had no idea if or who was looking at me tied naked to this bed. At first I had felt ashamed that I was so exposed but as it went on and I heard people passing bye I got hornier and hornier.

Then the nurse attended me and removed my blindfold "Morning Steph, good night's sleep?"

"Eh hanks" I replied nodding.

"That's good, I'm Wilma and I will be looking after you today with my colleague Dannie; you will like her she is young and fun, in fact we both are" and she giggled.

I liked her already compared to Tony and Joan; although if Joan did save Tracy's life then I will excuse anything she does to me.

She transferred me back into my jacket but before fastening the pussy strap she let me pee and wiped me. Then with the ankle cuffs fitted but set to their maximum length, around twelve inches, I was allowed to walk, well shuffle to breakfast where I was sat and the nurse removed my gag and fed me.

I so wanted to tell her about Tony but couldn't bring myself to; I knew she wouldn't believe me but also I was scared to say anything after what he had said he would do to me. I just ate and smiled and asked about the weather.

Apart from being kept continually horny in this bondage jacket with that fucking strap cutting my slit and parting my naked buttocks for all to see as I shuffled about and having my pussy wiped clean by the young nurses every time I peed it was a long and tedious day.

Day time TV is shit and my monotony was only broken by my frequent bondage inspired dreams when I nodded off, and by the visit from the Doc.

He found me sat in front of the TV in the late afternoon and removed my gag to have a chat with me.

After passing the time of day with trivia, probably inspired by some text book guidance on striking up a relationship with the patient; he started probing my misperceived mental illness.

I am guessing the text book didn't guide him to continuously staring at my split pussy; that was just his own practice.

"Steph, I need to start to understand you better so that I can treat you and help you recover. Please tell me about yourself."

"Okay Doc but I am wasting our time because you won't believe any of this unless you do the checks, but here goes. I am Sophie Porter, twenty one, I live quite locally alone at Fifteen Church Street, my home phone is 0122735467 and my mobile 0780133248; my email address is sophie.porterhappy@gmac.com and I work here."

I went on, giving him Tracy's address, describing her house, quoting the St Mary's telephone numbers and email addresses I had just so recently learned; and then talking about and describing Karen whom I had replaced.

When I finally ran out of stuff to prove who I really am I asked him to look at my database record, he would see nobody was funding my treatment here.

"Remarkable, totally remarkable, and you truly believe all this don't you?"

"Doc, I said I was wasting my time and yours; but not because I am lying because I aren't; every word I just said is totally true and verifiable if you can muster the effort to check. Here is some more truth, when I have been here restrained and kept like this against my will for say a month or however long it takes for somebody to realise you are losing money on me; and you get around to releasing me and apologising, then I will be suing the pants off all of you and bringing charges of false imprisonment; so go check on what I have just told you; what have you got to lose?"

"It is not me that would lose anything other than my care for you; it is you that would lose. You see if I am seen by you to believe what you are saying I will be guilty of entering into your fantasy, feeding your mental illness and we cannot allow that; I need you to remember and accept who you really are."

"Okay Doc, I really am wasting your time talking to you; but please do me just one favour; I know that in Tracy's office her computer can access any of the facility cameras at any time; have tonight's security officer monitor the cameras in my cell and the cameras in the medical treatment room I am taken to, and have the Police on stand-by."

"Why? What will he see."

"You wouldn't believe me Doc, just have it done and you will make my stay here much more pleasant."

"Sorry Steph, but even if for one moment I was going to fall for any of this we would need Tracy's access codes for her computer."

"Easy, computer log-on is her staff number SM001 and her password Licky1; then her St Mary's database log-on is GoodGirl!"

"Steph, you really are a special patient, one in a million; quite brilliant."

"Make the notes Doc and just do it for me, please."

The rest of the day, until sat jacketed in my cell once more as Tony entered the room; was quite mundane.

He walked up and knelt before me, his hands on my knees, smiling.

"Neigh for me pony."

I was terrified of him, what he may do to me; I stared right into his eyes trying to see if he really was evil enough to do the things he had threatened.

He was, I put back my head and "Neighed" for him; then looked down, and closed my eyes in disgust, and cried, and sobbed; totally fucking helpless to do anything else.

His laughing broke me out of it and I gave him all I had; kicking out with my feet, swearing, trying to gob my saliva over him, rolling onto my side as he pushed my knees over.

He rolled me onto my knees and still laughing he grabbed my pussy strap and first loosened it and then really yanked it up into my pussy and fastened it. Then he helped himself to my bum, fondling it, flicking it, spanking it and then pinching it and the sensitive skin around my pussy until I was forced to start "Neighing" again.

"That's a good pony, much better than last night; let's progress your training a little."

He took me out and forced me to shuffle all the way to the medical lab, all the way my pussy fighting the strap and losing. He transferred me naked into that steel frame again as Joan had done and the side frames collapsed stretching me spread-eagle again.

His hands were all over my body, massaging my tits, fondling my mound, my pussy; his face between my legs, his tongue out but not quite touching me.

"I so want to taste you" he said, "but not yet; I will be big, and strong; I will fight the temptation and save this pleasure for tomorrow. Tonight will be for other things."

"No, my pet, I will shave you."

Shave me? Bev only just done this two nights ago; I don't need fucking shaved!

He did though, bit by bit he soaped up my entire body and wet shaved all of me, all bar my head.

He explained he 'had a thing' for shaving helpless woman.

As scary and as unwanted as this was I was coming; and I so didn't want this. How could I possibly be getting off on something so wrong? What is wrong with me? I was just as disgusted in myself as I was in him and my tears were uncontrollable.

He washed me off with freezing cold water from a hose while laughing like an idiot as I shrieked and "Neighed" for him to stop.

From here he moved me again using medical restraints to keep my hands out of mischief. From behind me he fastened my right wrist to my left bicep and my left wrist to my right; finishing in like a box-tie.

He locked a rigid leather support collar on me forcing me to keep my chin up; and with my ankle cuffs removed he then had me walk in large circles around the lab but raising my thighs really high.

I had to "Neigh" loudly on every seventh step, keep my back straight and walk on only my toes.

He had a long thin string of leather on a stick and as I paraded around the room he would whip it onto my buttocks every time my heel touched the floor.

I lasted only minutes before I collapsed onto the floor, my feet giving in and my body wanting to shelter from the whip. He lifted me back up and forced me on, crying; for only another three laps before I collapsed once more; lying curled on the floor and "Neighing" piteously and sobbing in abject surrender.

"There, there, my lovely, don't cry, be proud; you are doing so well; as my training progresses you will easily master this walk; some of my other pets can walk like this for an hour easily now and I will soon have you there."

He put me up on my knees.

"If you like I can put you to bed now, and as you have been so good and tried so hard to please me I will make you feel good too if you like; or we can do a few more laps; which would you prefer my pet?"

"Fhed" I replied still struggling with this bit-gag.

"Okay" he said, "get your tongue out and lick this and I will put you to bed" lowering his pants and lifting his cock out, erect.

"Or we can train some more and I won't make you feel good."

As much as it disgusted me I forced my tongue out past the bit-gag and licked the end of his cock until he was satisfied and put himself away.

He didn't bother with the straitjacket, instead he used his leather whip as a lead to tether my collar to a hook and then left me; I assume to see who if anyone from his fellow nurses and cleaners etc. may have been out and about to see us; and then returned and untethering me and removing the collar walked me naked to my cell. He carried my ankle cuffs and had me do the same silly high step walk on my toes all the way.

Once in the cell he threw me to the floor and cuffed my ankles tightly together and left me lying here naked. I guess he was stowing his collar and whip in his locker or wherever he kept his stuff.

I laid there stunned, not moving; just trying to work out what all this was about. Why is this happening to me? What have I ever done to anybody to deserve this? My life was going so well; it was the happiest I have ever been; a cracking job, good pay; and a fantastic and totally sexy and beautiful boss that also happened to be my lover. Now this!

Tracy in a coma and me in hell!

I was sobbing again when he returned; he just laughed.

He laid on the padded mat beside me. With my arms still box-tied behind me my back was raised and my pussy presented to him and he played on this, played on me, played with me.

I could squirm but do little else; it pissed me off that no matter how much I didn't want it he still turned me on, got me wet, made me groan and made me come; and yes, made me "Neigh" some more.

But at least my anger stopped me sobbing.

He brought the toilet in and I peed in front of him again; and held my legs apart as he wiped me. He cleaned my teeth and bringing the bed in transferred me into it with so little fuss, such ease that I knew I would never get the opportunity to escape him.

He blindfolded me and left me to sleep.

Several times through the night I was awoken by my feet being tickled or a finger entering me or my nipples being pinched or my ribs being tortured making me "Neigh" for him to stop.

In my dreams I would wake myself up "Neiging".

I was losing control, losing my mind already.


18. Doctor Doctor Please

With the morning came the same day as yesterday; identical.

Once again I was sat in front of the TV when Doc visited and sat facing me looking at my pussy being dissected by this fucking frustrating strap.

"How are you today Steph, settling in any better now are we?"

"No Doc, we are not settling in okay."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Because you sitting down and asking me that fucking stupid question shows that you haven't checked a single thing I asked you to check yesterday or you wouldn't be asking me anything, you would be removing me from this hell."

"I explained yesterday that I couldn't afford for you to believe I was falling for your story."

"Well don't, tell me you don't believe me, tell me I am just a big liar, a nutcase, anything you like; but then go and do the checks, that way we are both covered and happy even if I am in ignorance of it."

"I like you Steph, in only two days you have become my favourite patient the things you say are so unique, so clever; but I suppose you have plenty time to prepare your script for me."

Oh, I thought, it isn't just seeing my pussy all the time you like then?

I changed tack "At least you could have had the security check the cameras for me, that wouldn't have been any trouble for you at all."

"How do you know I didn't?"

"Because we are still sat here having this conversation; and I pleaded with you, effectively begged you; but you refuse to listen, refuse to hear the fear and desperation in my voice; refused to help me."

"Steph, you must face up to the truth; I need to see some spark of improvement; anything, however little; I really do not want to resort to drugs to help you."

"Doctor, Doctor, please! Just do the checks on what I told you, any of them; but most importantly please have my cameras watched tonight."

He carried on talking but I refused to answer, I looked at the TV, seething, and ignored him.

Once again I was cuffed to the steel frame as Tony lathered and shaved me. Totally needlessly. If he was going to do this every night I wouldn't have any skin left on me soon.

Box-tied he had me prancing around the room again as he whipped me. My calves and ankles had ached all day as it was from this same treatment last night but I kept it up longer this time, at least twice as long before I collapsed off my feet just to be tortured and made to do more, "Neighing" all the time.

This time at the end of it when I was put on my knees he didn't make me lick his Dick; I wish he had though because instead he removed my bit-gag and forced a steel medical mouth brace into me and ratcheted my mouth open.

Laughing, he pushed his penis into me and fucked my mouth coming into me; and gave me no opportunity to spit it back out.

This really did break me, I have never ever even considered swallowing cum before; these circumstances, and him, made it oh so worse.

I was crying and gagging and sobbing; physically shaking in distress as he fixed the bit-gag back onto me.

Please God let me die.

Holding my chin up he smiled down at me and told me "That's the end of the initiation, enough fooling around; I have broken you down to just how I want you and now having broken your spirit I will break your body. I have two nights left with you; tomorrow I am going to train you again and then fuck your ass; I am saving your cunt for my last night."

"In a month's time you will be prancing for an hour at a time; and begging me to fuck you; and the only thing you will ever say to me is "Neigh."

The worst of it was I didn't doubt him; and I was totally horrified that I would be losing my virginity to this evil sadistic bastard and would remember him as my first for life.

He gave me another night of torturous hell in bed; making me come on every visit while he laughed his evil laugh. He bit my nipples, chewed on my pussy; and made me "Neigh" on demand.

Blindfolded and gagged I am locked in my own living hell and I know I am broken, I am losing my mind.

The following morning the nurse removed my blindfold and asked if I had slept well; I fucking "Neighed!"

Regardless of my position I loved the two young nurses that looked after me through the day; they really were fun and helped the time pass that little quicker; in fact all the staff were really good apart from Joan's attitude and of course, Tony.

Sitting opposite me and trying not to look at my pussy too obviously Doc asked me again how I was doing; I just looked at the TV and ignored him.

He carried on talking, trying to coax me into saying something, anything. I couldn't help it, tears just started flooding but still I ignored him.

He went down on one knee and put his hand on my leg and implored me to speak about what I was feeling and still I refused to even look at him.

He tried, I will give him that.

His hand left me and he stood, looking down on me and then turned to walk off. Before his first real step I said to his back while still looking at the TV, "Doctor, I beg you; I really really beg this of you; please have the cameras watched; after tonight it will be too late; please help me."

He paused, sat again and tried to have me explain but I closed my eyes and cried and continued to ignore him.

Shortly after he left both Wilma and Dannie come over to me, he must have said something to them because they too tried to get me to talk but after I had finally recovered I just started talking about the TV but they could see I was upset about something and after a short discussion between them they agreed to leave my gag off for a while longer; in fact Wilma said she would have the Doc review the need for me to wear a gag because they had not seen any warning signs requiring a gag from me.

Unfortunately some time later Dannie returned and fitted the bit-gag; the Doctor had reviewed the need but because Tony had logged a report that I had bitten him last night without any warning or indication the gag was staying for the moment.

That dirty scheming evil lying bastard!

As she had fitted the gag I had actually "Neighed" and Dannie laughed "Sorry Steph, but you sounded like a horse or something there; but I see now, you were just taking the micky."


19. Ass Hole

Toni entered my hell cell and I just sat there, staring straight ahead. I had sat here over an hour just waiting, dreading.

I had thought my way through it, how I was going to deal with it and had decided I wasn't playing, not mentally anyway. I would lock myself into a safe and happy part of my brain and just see it through as though none of it was real.

I would think of Tracy, my beautiful Tracy, it would be her with her strap-on behind me; sharing our sex and loving me.

It didn't work.

Toni wasn't having it that I wouldn't acknowledge him. He dragged me into the centre of the floor and stood over me. He ordered me to "Neigh" for him but I just stared right through him.

His face turned really aggressive, snarling he grabbed my jacket and hurled me onto my front and kneeling either side of my legs he unbuckled my pussy strap and removed my ankle cuff strap.

He knelt between my legs and pushed them out wide, then his hand was between my legs, his thumb forced up my butt and his fingers working my pussy as his other hand spanked me.

He kept at it and as rough as it was I was forced to come; and eventually, forced to "Neigh" again and again until he was satisfied he had me back on track.

So much for my plan.

He twisted the pussy strap around and around and pulling it tight into my pussy and up my bum crack he yanked it into the fastenings and buckled it real tight.

Standing me up it really cut into me and rubbed my clit as I walked. Oh dear God.

Then into the medical room and once again I was stripped, restrained and shaved. Still he had his aggressive face on; I was actually now trying to do everything I could to appease him; I didn't want him angry like this when he fucked my ass.

Around and around the room I pranced; not wanting to stop because I knew what was coming next. I was "Neighing" my best, as loud as I could, as realistically as I could. I must have lasted over twenty minutes before I collapsed; and then another five or so after that.

I was absolutely exhausted and gave no fight at all as he restrained me stretched across a flat leather padded examination table.

He took my feet one at a time and cuffed them along the sides of the table. It took him time, working me in stages; pushing my bum down and widening my cuff positions but finally he had me effectively doing the splits with my ankles cuffed to the two ends of the table; my legs running parallel to the table edge; my ass and pussy stretched wide open.

At least now, finally, he laughed; as menacing as that sound was to me.

He explained to me how all of his pony pets now loved this treat; to be spread wide open and fucked by a stallion; it actually helped them retain some sanity in this place having something this good to look forward to when they knew he was their night nurse.

He carried on rambling shit building up to his big moment with me; telling me how tonight it was just the ass; but tomorrow I will be in this position on my back as he gets his true reward for the patience he has shown me all week.

Tomorrow was the conquest of his holy grail, his first ginger filly pussy ever.

I should be so proud!

Stood in front of me he removed his trousers and threw them aside. He stepped up and put his Dick in my face "Lick me girl, it will be the only lubrication you get."

I licked him, lots.

He moved around behind me and his hands were all over me, his fingers running down my legs making me squirm; then fondling my buttocks and putting one thumb up my bum and his other in my pussy.

"Okay pet, lots of "Neighing" now, this is going to hurt" he said just as the double doors burst open and two uniformed Police Officers burst in and fought him to the ground; handcuffing him.

As they held him between them they paused in front of me and one of them said "Sorry, we will send the nurse back to free you, okay?"

"Hank yu, hank yu oh ank u" and I passed out.


20. Release`

It had affected me so much I was hardly lucid as the nurse released me and struggled me into a wheel chair. I didn't even fully realise that once laid on my bed she was again cuffing me in place and I still had my bit-gag fitted.

I had passed out again before she had the blindfold on me and had left.

The next morning it was Doc that removed my blindfold, smiling at me and saying "Well Steph, they weren't all lies were they?"

"Emoof I gog."

He looked confused but worked it out "Remove your gag? Oh, yes, of course."

He did so immediately; I had to work my mouth as I always have to spending so much time with that thing in me.

"So you finally believe me then? That I am Sophie and I work here and shouldn't be in here?"

"Well, I believe you more but I cannot release you yet I am afraid; I do not have access to the necessary records to do all the checks but they are underway; or will be once the deputy Director gets here.

"But you must believe me; you obviously had the cameras monitored last night."

"Well not exactly. You were so broken yesterday when I visited you it weighed heavily on my mind, that you couldn't be that good an actor. The longer the day went on the more it played on my mind. Before checking out I tried the codes you had given me on Tracy's computer and they only bloody worked didn't they."

"I was intrigued and I have a load of admin to catch up on before my leave so I decided to use her office and work late and keep an eye on you as I worked; at least through to ten pm."

Taking the opportunity to look at me naked again he went on "I saw Tony enter your cell and the way he treat you immediately grabbed my attention. When he started fiddling with you I set the cameras to record. This is a failing with our system, we have over a hundred and fifty cameras but can only record on sixteen at any one time and so have these set on the external cameras for security. I switched them to your room, the corridors and the medical room and we have everything."

He continued "I very much wanted to come down and sort him out there and then but went instead with your suggestion of the police and called them, and recorded the evidence of what was happening. I let them in and saw on the cameras that they only just got to you in time. I am so pleased that they did and so sorry that all this has happened to you."

"It wasn't your fault Doc, not what he did anyway; but I am not the only one; he told me I was his 'pony number six' so you have five other victims in here, either now or in the past. I never did bite him you know; he just wanted me gagged all the time, he has a real pony fetish."

"Oh, okay," he said looking incredibly disheartened, "I will let the police know and start looking up the likely patients affected."

"So am I going to get clothes to wear? At least no longer wear the straitjacket? I mean I really am Sophie Porter, Tracy's secretary and receptionist; it isn't right that I am laid here totally naked for you to look at, helpless to cover myself or even close my legs."

As if checking I wasn't lying he looked me over again, and between my legs, lingering on my shaven pussy and realised too late I was watching him.

"Er, well, sorry, I'm embarrassed now looking at you and I'm your Doctor."

"No Doctor, you are not my Doctor; I am under Doctor Hillary Davies at the Portland Medical Centre."

"Hillary? Why didn't you say? She's my Tennis partner!"

He made a call to her from my bedside, and after a discussion he asked me "what happened to you when you were eleven?"

"I was climbing a tree to see a Bee hive; I prodded it with a stick, got stung, fell out of the tree breaking my left arm and got stung another twenty six times before my brother rescued me."

Hillary had heard my answer and I could hear her shouting down the phone "That's her! That's Sophie Porter!"

She hadn't treated me at the time, she would have still been in school herself but she had laughed when she became my Doctor and saw it on my medical history and obviously remembered it.

"That's good enough for me Steph, I will get a robe for you and take you out of here now."

"Sophie, I have never been Steph, please call me Sophie!"

"Oh, yes, sorry Sophie; wait here."

Like Derr!

He could have at least released me first!

He returned with a patient's examination gown and finally loosened my cuffs. For the first time in a week I actually had free movement, the ability to stretch and touch myself and I did, I stood with my legs apart and stretched and stretched and stretched. It was my turn to blush when I turned around and saw his face! The fact that I was rubbing my pussy made me freeze and really cringe!

I couldn't grab the gown fast enough for some attempt at modesty. We both ended up laughing rather than actually saying anything.

He took me through and out of the patient side into reception. There was a new girl sat there in my seat, I do hope they haven't given my job away.

Doc took me through into Tracy's office "Do you know where she would have put your clothes and bag and stuff?"

"I saw her put them into her bottom right desk drawer."

"That's good, I have her keys."

He tried the keys until he got the one that fitted and lifted out my bag, shoes stockings and uniform "I am sorry Steph, err, Sophie, but any idea where she would have put your underwear?"

I blushed.

"Oh, yeah, you said you and Tracy were, well, yes, um, er, well here are your things I will leave you to change.

"No need Doc" I said dropping the gown and starting to slip the stockings on, "you are my Doctor after all."

I wanted to make him blush for a change and was past caring about my nudity in this place.

Stood in just my lace top stockings and high heels I slipped my uniform on; and boy was he blushing, he couldn't take his eyes off me.

I asked him "The girl out there" pointing through the one way glass, "Has she taken my job over?"

"No, we have advertised but she is just a temp'.

"Right, well pull the advert, I will be back in on Monday; now where can I find Tracy and how is she doing?"

"Sorry Sophie, my last update was yesterday and she was still in a coma, no longer an induced coma but a natural coma, she isn't coming out of it yet, she is struggling. She is in the General, Teak ward room seventeen."

I thanked him for doing what he did to get me out and then legged it in a hurry to get to Tracy.


21. Kiss me again

When I got to the ward there was a problem, Tracy's parents had decreed that only immediate family and very close friends, of whom there was a list, could visit. I wasn't on the list.

I explained that I worked with her, I am her personal secretary and have known her as a friend for years but this wasn't cutting it. I was so frustrated that I started creating a scene and crying. The Matron was called and the situation explained; once I gave her my name I saw instant recognition on her face and she told the reception nurses "She should be on the list, Doctor Nil By Mouth (oh, it wasn't just me then!) called in twenty minutes ago and explained Sophie had just returned from leave and found out about Tracy, and it could help Tracy recover if she was to visit; wait here Sophie, the parents are with her now, I will ask them to admit you."

I thanked her as she walked off.

She returned with the Mother and she gave me a grilling but no way was I going to explain I was in a sexual relationship with her daughter; I didn't know if she knew about her daughters preferences in sex.

Fortunately she recalled Tracy and my brother going out and Tracy speaking well of me; and as the Doctor from St Mary's had recommended I have access as it could aid Tracy's recovery she relented and said I could visit with them and if it felt right she would add me to the list of visitors.

I was happy with this.

I followed her in and as soon as I saw Tracy laying there I ran right past her Father and fell on her hugging her and crying. The parents slowly pried me off her and still needing to hug I grabbed the Father who was already holding me and hugged him tight and balled my eyes out.

Eventually I calmed down enough to let him go and compose myself a little and introduce myself properly between sobs. He seemed lovely.

I sat down, held my face and cried some more.

"I take it the two of you are quite close then?" The Dad asked.

I could only look at him, nod, and burst into tears again.

The Mother come over and sat beside me, and almost begrudgingly, held my hand, I gripped hers tight with both of mine.

Almost an hour passed and the Father, Kenneth, said to his wife, Ruth; How about we get a coffee and let Sophie have ten minutes alone with our daughter?

I think Kenneth maybe understood the situation better than I had given him credit for; that my feelings towards their Daughter may be reciprocated.

Ruth started to say something, obviously not entirely suited but Ken took her hand and walked her out regardless.

I gave them a good five seconds to get away and was on her again, talking to her, pleading with her to wake up; apparently according to the experts this was all she had to do, simply wake up; I hugged her again and begged and begged for her to open her eyes. There was no response and I was absolutely distraught and in tears.

Not knowing when the parents would be back I stole my opportunity, I felt her face, holding her head in my hands, and putting my lips over hers I kissed her, and kissed her and kissed her. Nothing.

I released her face and backed up to retake my seat, then looking down to see if I could move it alongside her and hold her hand I heard a softly spoken "Kiss me again."

I slowly raised my head, my eyes climbing up to her face and there she was, smiling at me! Well I did, I really did; I snogged her bloody face off and her Dads guess was right, she did reciprocate!

When the parents returned, and with a coffee for me bless them; the coffee went all over the floor when Tracy said "Hi Dad, Hi Mam."

Even the Mother hugged me this time!

Dad pushed the button for the nurse and within seconds the door opened and a nurse went straight over to Tracy and checked her readings while asking how she felt, could she move her toes and fingers and stuff; then went out to get the Doctor to come.

We had to vacate while the Doctor done his stuff and the parents quizzed me some more on my relationship with their daughter but I just explained we had known each other so long and had become very close working with each other every day and I was still surprised myself just how upset I had been seeing her like this; they seemed to buy it, or at least Ruth did but I think Ken more than merely suspected there was at least a little more to it.

They hadn't eaten a thing since breakfast and so took this opportunity while they couldn't see their daughter to go to the hospital restaurant for lunch; so they could let me get away as they would stay with Tracy through the afternoon.

Just moments after they had left the Doctor come out and said I could go back in, but not to tire her out, let her sleep if she nodded off.

I went in and threw myself on her again, serious hugs and kisses.

Tracy explained the Doctor was happy with her but she had to stay in until all the tests were complete and she felt a hundred per cent again, probably a week or two.

I didn't tell her about my experience, I didn't want that on her mind as she recovered.

As I was preparing to leave, or at least getting ready for the parents returning and possibly throwing me out Tracy asked "Sophie, what day is it?"

"Friday."

"What time?"

"Just passed one."

"Oh" she said, "still on works time, and in uniform, come on then, full uniform check, lift and show."

Recovering well then, obviously!

I stood with my back to her and lifted my skirt showing my stockings and bare bum; she ordered me to turn and I did.

"Sophie! You have waxed! It looks beautiful, come here and let me feel."

I did and she loved it, me too!

She said "I cannot wait to get out of here and give you some real attention; this is going to be murder; laying stuck here wondering what you are doing to yourself, or who else may be touching you; please, ignore my rules, start wearing underwear again until I am out of here; wear trousers even."

"Tracy, I promise you, do not worry, I may play with myself but nobody else will; just hurry up and get back out of here."

"Even you playing with yourself without me is too much; promise me you won't."

"Tracy! I can't make that promise, that is hardly fair; I have needs too you know."

As I said this the door opened and Ken and Ruth walked in.

I explained to them roughly what the Doctor had told Tracy and that she appeared quite well and fully back with us.

Then I gave Tracy a quick peck on the cheek and said "Don't worry Tracy, I will come back and see you again tomorrow after lunch if that is okay with your parents (Ken nodded and gave me a thumbs up, and Ruth smiled) and will bring you a present you will love; trust me; just relax and rest and get back soon, okay?"

Tracy smiled and nodded, but I thought she was going to cry.

I said goodbye to the parents and Ken thanked me for what I had done for their daughter and as I left Ruth grabbed and hugged me and burst into tears setting me off again too.


22. Commitment`

That night I made a real decision, I knew exactly what I was doing, I was committing myself to Tracy.

I had a lovely long hot soapy bath getting off just thinking about it. Then in bed I fully acquainted myself with my shaved pussy and loved it.

As much as I love bondage just lying here in a big comfortable bed unrestrained felt wonderful, it felt like heaven.

I initially tried fantasising about Tracy in that hospital bed but found myself going over what I had been through in St Mary's; I mean that was real bondage.

As awful as the thought was as I masturbated I couldn't stop imagining being fucked by Tony in that totally helpless position, how it would have felt; how I would have screamed and come.

But then as I came I was thinking of being cuffed to that bed and blindfolded as I was touched and licked, I believe by Bev.

So helpless; absolutely no control or say or escape whatsoever; total and true bondage; and how easily I came.

Again and again I played with myself; in hindsight as terrible as my week of enforced bondage had been it had been every bit equal in erotic emotion. Held in a straitjacket with that strap splitting my lips; gagged and on display; so easily controlled and dominated by all around me; my memory induced fantasies kept coming and coming until eventually sleep overtook me.

The next morning when I awoke, knowing what I had planned I played with myself one last time before showering and heading for the shops.

I was pleased to see on entering Tracy's room that her parents were not there and she was alone. Tracy explained that her parents had already been and were returning at three; that she had explained I would be here after lunch.

I said to her "Tracy, I am here now and will return again tomorrow but then I do not intend on returning to see you through the week, I have work and on the evenings your parents are bound to be here so me coming all the time would just be embarrassing for us both. But I will come again next weekend if you are still in here; I have a little present to help your recovery; something to motivate you to get out of here."

I handed her a bag. She looked ever so excited "Oh Sophie, you shouldn't have."

"You don't even know what it is yet silly, open the bag."

Smiling she undone the pink bow ribbon and opening the bag she removed a fluffy toy, a little bunny and gave me a disappointed look but then smiled again and held it to her chest and kissed it.

"Tracy, now you are sad and silly, that is just the cover story, your parents heard me say I was bringing you something, make up some story as to why that toy means something to you; your real present from me is inside the bunny."

Smiling properly again she felt and examined the bunny until she found the little hidden zipper under its tail. She unzipped it and poked her fingers in and found a small pink silk purse fastened with another bow. Now she looked excited again. She opened this and two keys fell out. She just held them and looked at me uncertain, possibly confused.

I stepped forward and taking her free hand I placed it on the hem of my skirt. She lifted it just a little, then as a huge beaming smile broke across her face she raised it up above my waist and gasped at the sight of me with my gleaming black and gold chastity belt locked on; then fully realising what the keys were she gripped them tight and beckoned me down to her and we kissed a long, a very long passionate kiss.

She fingered the belt, tried to get her fingers under it, fingered the pussy guard and found the secondary guard locked in place; absolutely no access to me at all. For her, me or anybody.

She took a key and unlocked it and then snapped the lock shut again and giggled and put the keys under her sheet.

She whispered "Sophie, you look fantastic, so sexy, and so needy locked in like that; thank you for this surprise; you don't know just what this means to me."

I said to her "This belt stays on, obviously, until you are out of here and you unlock it. At home I have another present for you; this belt comes with two intruders that lock in place and a remote control with all sorts of variable settings; they are yours to torture me with as you please. So the sooner you get yourself out, the sooner we can play; okay?"

"Sophie, thank you, this is my best present ever, in fact this makes you my best present ever as you are now mine and only mine."

As we snogged like there would be no tomorrow my hand went beneath her sheets and my fingers opened her sweet lips and strummed her to orgasm; she certainly felt fit to me!

I left her to explain her fluffy present to her parents and the pussy juice stained sheet to the nurse. It was going to be a long week.

That Saturday night and all day Sunday was the most frustrating experience ever!

I now fully understood what I had put Tracy through when I had locked her in her chastity belt; the thing is fucking evil!

The fact I couldn't get to my pussy made me want to, constantly. No matter what I was doing or thinking my hand would drift to my pussy and hit metal, time and time again. I was pulling on it, checking the lock, checking it again and again and battering things in helpless frustration.

I actually preferred it in the straitjacket or cuffed to the hospital bed where at least others could play with me!

I have gone from one extreme to the other, and this time by my own stupid hand. From having my pussy naked and accessible to all but my limbs restrained twenty four seven, to having my hands free but my pussy inaccessible; just what the fuck was I thinking of?


23. Reckoning

My return to work was relatively easy; only Heather the Deputy Director, Doctor McDermott and a couple of the senior staff new about my experience last week; oh and of course the nurses that 'cared' for me.

I had assured Heather that I wouldn't be making any formal complaint about what had happened to me; I wouldn't be suing their asses even though Heather agreed I very easily could. I couldn't, not without dropping Tracy in it and no doubt losing her job. But I only agreed to this on the grounds that there was no incrimination against Tracy and they kept the whole incident and my involvement as quiet as possible.

Fortunately Tony the perverted bastard admitted his guilt to the Police during his first interview, naming all his victims, what he done to them, everything. This meant I wouldn't have to go through a trial and again have to explain what I was doing there and drop Tracy in it.

It felt weird being in this uniform with my chastity belt on; it had grown to feel natural without underwear which is weird in itself at work in a relatively short skirt but locked in this belt felt kinky as anything; I kinda got to like the buzz it gave me.

I had checked my appearance in the mirror and it was impossible to tell I had it on but it always felt obvious somehow.

It was Wednesday morning before the nurse Bev come into reception to see me, to make her admission and apologise.

She was very shy coming over to me, and blushing and stammering a little, but she got out "Sophie, I would like to apologise to you, and make an admission. Obviously we had no reason to suspect you should not have been in care and we did only follow standard procedures with you, you know shaving you and everything; so I don't feel I need to apologise for that; but I did something to you that I very much should not have done; I am sure you know exactly what I mean."

I paused, thinking how best to handle this, and replied "Yes, I think I do, but I want to hear you say it anyway."

She gulped, and stammered even more when she said "I come back into your cell and played with you, and you know, stuff."

"Say it Bev, what did you do to me?"

"I, er, I played with your pussy, and I went down on you, I licked your pussy until you come again and again. I really am sorry, so sorry for what I did that I want you to know that I won't deny it and when interviewed I will admit exactly what I did to you; and will take whatever punishment I deserve. I know this means the end of me and health care but I only have my stupid self to blame."

"Thank you Bev, thank you for your honesty and your apology, I can see you mean what you say; please tell me why you did what you did?"

"Er, well, I felt so sorry for you, you looked so sad, but also so frustrated at your position that I thought you may actually appreciate some sexual attention, some pleasure; I didn't mean to hurt you at all but just to make you happy for at least one fleeting moment; to help you sleep better. You are so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off you, especially when I was shaving you; you are perfect and I was so attracted to you I wanted to pleasure you. I am so sorry, I will take my due punishment but will you forgive me for what I done?"

I stared at her, thinking, and planning. "Bev, yes I will forgive you, you were right as it happens and I really did appreciate what you did for me, I wasn't in care, I was in bondage and totally helpless against my will and this made the experience electric; plus you were so sensitive, your touch so soft, so sensual that I couldn't hold back at all, it was a magnificent experience whether I wanted it or not. However this does not excuse you from doing what you did; it was a sexual assault."

"Now I will accept your apology and I will not report this matter to anyone; on two conditions that you must agree to, one is that you will never do anything like that again with a patient; and the second is that you must endure a punishment set by me; you did say you would take whatever punishment was coming, do you agree?"

She gulped again, and squirmed, but agreed "Yes, for your forgiveness and not reporting me yes, I fully agree."

"Okay, from today for one whole year you will never wear any underwear at work apart from stockings which you will always wear at work; and each day shift you work you will come here and show me; and one evening, probably a Saturday in the near future I will call upon you to join me for the night to be my sex slave."

"Also, to hold you to this commitment you will go away now and write your confession and sign it and return it to me, without your underwear. I will hand you your confession back in one year's time; agree?"

She was smiling as she replied "agree? It sounds as much a reward as it does a punishment; and not wearing panties sounds like quite a thrill, thank you!"

She turned and almost ran out of reception.

Less than an hour later she was back and handed me her signed confession which I put in an envelope and sealed.

I had her raise her skirt and do a full turn for me, she was beautiful; and a lovely little Brazilian mounted pussy that I couldn't wait to taste; oh my god I really am a raving lesbian!

As she skipped back out of reception I was hurting my fingers on my chastity belt!

I thought the day couldn't get any better (well, apart from getting this fucking chastity belt off) but I was wrong, a most beautiful arrangement of flowers was delivered to me at work with a huge box of very expensive chocolates and a note from Tracy's parents thanking me for helping their daughter out of the coma.

Tracy was being released from hospital on Friday morning and I was invited to a "welcome home" dinner at the parents, the time and the address noted on the rear.


24. Foiled`

It was out of town and I decided to drive and be on best behaviour (not a lot of choice in this fucking belt, I am never, ever, fucking ever putting this bastard thing back on, I can't even remember what my fucking pussy feels like!) and also so that I could make a quick escape if things got embarrassing.

I hadn't been entirely sure how to dress, I mean it is only at their house, albeit some house. Did I do totally relaxed and casual like jeans and jumper? Or really glam' in a cocktail dress and heels? I ended up half way between in a black pleated one-piece finishing just above the knee and sensible but smart shoes with a little heel.

It wasn't a house, it was a mansion, set in its own grounds; fantastic; her parents must be millionaires or something.

Ruth answered the door and hugged and kissed me as I entered; totally different from my first encounter with her. Then Ken took my hand and kissed me too, I had to keep my hips out of the way so they didn't feel my belt.

Tracy was sitting in the lounge, looking fantastic. In fact they were all dressed up, I should have gone with the cocktail dress.

We had drinks and then wandered through to the dining room to eat. They had hired a maid for the evening to serve; a different world to my old factory life.

There was wine served with the dinner and I explained I could only have the one glass as I was driving; but Ruth insisted I stay over; she explained that Tracy had demanded it she so wanted to have my company on her first night out of hospital.

I nodded agreement feeling just a little embarrassed, but could now enjoy plenty of wine with the most exquisite of meals.

As it turned out I needn't have been embarrassed because that was nothing compared to what came out after dinner.

We were sat again in the lounge when Ruth tapped her glass for attention and then made a toast "Here's to our beautiful daughter on her amazing and full recovery from such an awful crash; and to her equally beautiful partner Sophie whose love brought our daughter back to us."

They all raised their glasses and drank, I just sat their stunned; they knew! How the fuck did they know?

"Well, aren't you going to share the toast?" Asked Ken, "You fully deserve it!"

I tentatively raised and drank from my glass, doing well not to drop it as my face turned crimson and I looked to Tracy for some sign of explanation but she just smiled at me sheepishly.

"You see" explained Ken, "Ruth and I already had our suspicions after your visit, you were more traumatised by Tracy's condition than us and we are her parents; it was clearly love. Then we slowly quizzed Tracy but were not really getting anywhere and didn't want to upset her making accusations or anything but on Tuesday she had a small relapse and the Doctor gave her a little something to help her; it didn't make her sleep but it did make her talk; she was high as a kite."

Ruth took over "I am sorry Sophie but I think she told us everything, much more than we wanted to hear at the time; all about your sex, your bondage games; how you locked her in a chastity belt for three days; even how you are now locked in your own chastity belt having given the keys to Tracy; and finally, just how much Tracy loves you and wants to share her life with you."

Oh Shit! I gulped down the rest of my wine and swooned.

"We were shocked, I think Ruth more than me" added Ken, "To think our beautiful innocent daughter does stuff like that, and with another girl; but the more we thought about it the more we have accepted it; and as it was that love that returned her to us we can hardly argue with it."

"Yes" added Ruth, "That is why we will let you share Tracy's bed here tonight; in recognition of the love you share; plus we know you won't actually get up to anything too naughty here in her parents' home; we know we can trust the two of you in that.

"Really?" I thought, "Just wait until she gets this belt off me and then we will see how little we will get up to in her parents' house."

Ruth went on to explain how they were still struggling with mixed emotions over our relationship but they were sure that in time it would feel more natural to them as they accepted us as a couple, especially if we were to be living together.

I had been fighting so much with my embarrassment that I had missed it, and it was only just dawning on me what they were saying, that Tracy wanted to share her life with me, that I was her 'partner' and she loved me, wanted to live with me; I was so overcome by it all that I started to cry and putting my glass down I dashed out of the room to the bathroom.

Tracy must have been trying to follow me because I heard her mam saying "No Tracy, leave her, let her have a moment; this must have been a shock to her."

After fully composing myself I returned and standing in front of the parents I apologised if I had done anything to upset them, but that I couldn't just ignore the love I felt for their daughter; but rather than spoil their night or embarrass them I should maybe get a taxi home.

They would not hear of it and changing the subject they poured more drinks and I sat with Tracy and got the full story off her. She apologised that she hadn't tipped me off in any way that she had told all to her parents but that she had been so high at the time that she only found out this afternoon when they were getting some of her stuff from her own home. Her mother had gone straight to her 'special' wardrobe and looked at all her bondage gear and clothing and told her what she had said about us while drugged up.

She was about to tell me more when the parents interrupted us with stories about Tracy; possibly to embarrass her further.

Eventually the awkward time came for bed, and saying "Goodnight" to Ruth and Ken while holding Tracy's hand was excruciating; I almost ran up the stairs.

It was an en-suite bedroom so at least I wouldn't be bumping into the parents again looking for the bathroom in the night.

As the door closed I grabbed Tracy in a hug and smothered her with kisses; then stepping back I whipped off my dress leaving me in just my heels, stockings and chastity belt; challenging Tracy "come on then partner, take this off and let's see how much you have missed me."

"I can't" she replied looking crestfallen, "You heard mother saying she could trust us not to get up to anything, that's because she took your keys off me."

"What? Oh no, I'm desperate to get this thing off, it's been a full week now; I have dreamt about our first night back together again. Well it looks like it is your lucky night then, you get all the pleasure."

Tracy grimaced and unzipping her long dress let it fall from her revealing her glorious naked body; naked but for stockings and her chastity belt!

"What?" I screamed, "What the hell did you lock that on for? Where are the keys? You haven't left them at home have you? You wouldn't be that stupid!"

"No, not that stupid, that is what I was trying to tell you before when mam interrupted us, she went straight to my special wardrobe looking for this and forced me to lock it on or she wouldn't let you stop over with me; and I have to stay with my parents a whole week, Doctors orders; so I did it or I wouldn't have this time with you for another week at least."

I could have screamed and screamed! Just so fucking unfair, so fucking frustrating.

To lay in bed with her perfect body crushed under me and not be able to fully engage; to touch and lick each other but not our pussies; Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

We made the most of what we could and I must admit, it was still very erotic. We ended up laughing about it while fondling each other. This was the most service my nipples had ever received; and with her legs spread I could just get the very tip of my tongue far enough through the chastity belt rear guard to touch her anus but no more; her tongue wasn't quite long enough for mine but we had fun trying.

The following morning was even more embarrassing. Tracy insisted on giving her parents the direct approach; "Put it right in their faces" she said, "Show we have nothing to hide, we are doing nothing wrong" she said. "Oh shit no" I said!

She got two baby doll nighties out and handed me a green one (she said she had bought it weeks ago with me in mind, to set my red hair off) and putting a black one on herself.

These left our bums just about covered and the front of our belts totally exposed; and our tits very visible through the almost transparent material.

She had to just about fight me to get me out of the room but she did, in the end dragging me by my belt; then down to breakfast.

We were met in a surprised silence as they sat and took in the show. Tracy carried on as though all was totally natural.

It was so naughty that in the end I got the giggles and I don't think Ruth totally approved.

After breakfast we went back up to get changed but the bedroom door was locked. All of both our clothes were locked inside.

We went back down and Tracy confronted her Mam but it was Ken that explained "You girls obviously think it is funny to rub our faces in it when we were good enough to let you sleep together. Well I appreciate the gesture that letting us see you like this may make your relationship sink in a little faster with us; I agree, so the two of you can spend the day like that." It was Ruth's turn to giggle as she collected the dishes and slapped Tracy's bare bottom making her jump.

So that was my bizarre welcome to the family; in a see through baby doll and chastity belt. Strange thing is though that I think it worked.

We stayed like that until early evening and then letting us get dressed Ruth handed me the keys to my belt as I was leaving. I paused, really wanting the fucking thing off but with a heavy heart I handed them to Tracy, and the bitch took them!

Ruth saw this and actually smiled, and said to me "Sophie, it really has been a pleasure getting to know you better and thank you again so much for what you have done for us. You are a beautiful girl and if my Tracy has to be that way inclined then I am happy she has met somebody so nice and so committed to her. We can ask no more of you than we do our own daughter and so please take these with you for safe keeping."

She handed me the keys to Tracy's belt.

I tried to object but Tracy come up to me and closed my hand around the keys and kissed me; and said "Goodnight Sophie, I do not need the keys, not without you."

I left, kind of confused, and somehow very happy.

That was over a week ago, a very long fucking chaste week ago and Tracy is back home now. I have just had so many orgasms in such a short period of time I must be a record breaker; I am fucking exhausted. I cannot wait for Tracy to release me from this arm-binder and frog tie and take this blindfold off; but not just yet, not while her tongue is still in me.


25. "Neigh!"

A couple of weeks later Tracy returned to work full time and obviously because she was the boss the Deputy Director had to brief her on what had taken place while she was away. Including Tony being locked up as a rapist; all his victims needing recompense and what had happened to me being locked in care and in a straitjacket for a week.

At first she was livid that this had been allowed to happen to me; then she was distraught it had happened; and then totally and truly apologetic. Now though she is getting turned on thinking about it, me almost naked and restrained all the time and she keeps probing, wanting to know everything about it.

I made the mistake of telling her about Tony's fetish, training me as a pony girl and making me prance and "Neigh" all the time with the bit-gag fitted.

I say mistake because she has a proper all singing all dancing pony outfit of her own and forced me to dress in it and whipped me to make me "Neigh" for her too. She claimed it would be good therapy to share the experience with love. She can be such a bitch at times but to be honest I enjoyed it just as much as she did. I don't know if Ruth would have approved though!

However it did bring those terrible memories flooding back again and I had a torturous nights sleep; the cause of which was obvious apparently I had been talking and "Neighing" in my sleep; because of this she promised she would never make me do pony-play again. I had very confused feelings; wearing Tracy's pony outfit had really excited me.

While I didn't make any complaint or claim for compensation they paid me twenty four seven for the time I was incarcerated; and brought my formal full time contract forward so I am now fully employed long term; but still subject to my uniform contract (Tracy's personal contract with me).

I love life more than ever. I have moved in with Tracy and I rent my own place out. Her parents have accepted us as a couple and they say we can even stay over without the chastity belts now but we bought new extra belts which we leave at their house and always lock them on and let Ruth or Ken keep the keys as a show of respect; I think Ruth is actually happier with this arrangement.

Tracy got a bit carried away with this idea of respect and also bought us steel chastity bra's and we handed these keys over too.

Now we look really silly at breakfast, especially with no nighties; but our nights like this together are somehow really special; and I am sure Ken gets a kick out of seeing us like this.


26. Twelve legged monster

The doorbell chimed at precisely seven pm, as Tracy went to open it I stopped her and said "Regardless of what you see, say nothing, take the lead and draw it in."

"What?" She asked confused.

"Just do it" I said; and she did.

Tracy opened the door and there was Bev, in a very short dress, blindfolded with her hands cuffed behind her back and a chain lead fixed to a leather collar fastened around her neck.

During the week I had told Bev that the special Saturday was actually this Friday night; and that she was to come to my house at precisely seven, attired exactly as she had arrived. I had given her the handcuffs and stuff to wear; oh, and absolutely no underwear.

She was to prepare herself on the doorstep, ring the bell and cuff herself and wait.

Tracy was visibly shocked, but took the lead and drew her in; I had my finger over my mouth signalling for her to remain silent.

As Bev was drawn in I spoke to her so she would think it was me and only me here. "Hi Bev, looking good, please, follow me and make yourself at home."

"Oh like I have a choice, on this lead?"

She sounded quite chirpy, even happy to be here like this; I suspected she was excited rather than afraid.

I had Tracy take her to the centre of the lounge and remove the lead.

"Stop, just stand there and relax, do not speak unless I say you can, okay?"

"Yeah, that's o ouch!"

I spanked her bum hard as she had replied "I said don't speak!"

I took another set of cuffs and then lifting her dress from the skirt up I raised it over her head and pulled it down her arms. I pulled it right down over her cuffs and then put the new cuffs on her above the dress and removed the old cuffs and her dress with them.

"Now stand here and do not move, but open your legs, wider! Right that's good" I said rubbing her pussy, "now wait."

I signalled for Tracy to follow me and took her through to the kitchen, and explained what Bev was doing here, what she had done to me and the arrangement I had come to with her.

Tracy loved it, my payback, but was worried about her being involved and our relationship out in the open but I explained that with what I had on Bev she was well safe.

We had music playing so that our two sets of movements wouldn't be too obvious.

"Bev, you agreed to receive any punishment, are you still of that mind, you may speak?"

"Yes Sophie, as I said, for your forgiveness I will take what I deserve."

"Okay, so if I remove your cuffs will you obey me? Just do what I say and nothing else?"

"Yes Sophie, I promise."

I removed her cuffs and placed a rather large vibrator in her hand "Okay, I want you to stand here, use this on yourself and bring yourself to orgasm without moving your feet, I am going to sit, drink wine and enjoy, crack on."

And she did! She really, fucking did! Oh my God she was quite simply awesome. Her feet did not move an inch but the rest of her body, wow! The moaning, groaning, crouching, hip movement, nipple plucking and neck straining as she come; and then putting the dildo in her mouth as a finish, what a fucking show! How Tracy and me kept quiet I have no idea.

"Okay Bev, that's enough, I think I enjoyed that as much as you did" I said taking the vibrator off her and cuffing her hands behind her again. "I think I have enough captured on video now, we can get on with the night and my pleasure properly now."

"What you were filming Ouch!"

I spanked her hard three times "Did I say you could speak?"

"No but Ouch."

"Still speaking?"

No answer.

I had Tracy strip off and kneel down, then rest back on a cushion, legs apart and with my head above Tracy's I instructed Bev "Okay Bev, down on your knees, shuffle forward a little, okay and down."

Tracy took her shoulders and lowered her head between her legs.

"Bev, you done me in my cell when I was tied down, now you can do me again while you are restrained; and do me good because I have a cane with me and your cute ass is already begging for its attention."

Tracy set her in place and settled back, and oh just watching it was so sensual, seeing Tracy, her looking at me as she had to endure the pleasure of Bev's tongue as she remained silent; her excitement, her ecstasy and finally her coming; with me making the soft groans and noises I knew Bev would expect.

Signalling Tracy to move away I put the lead back on Bev and stood her up and thanked her, saying how it was still good but somehow better in bondage, that it had been more special back at St Mary's, and telling her she could speak I asked her how did it compare for her?

"Well, weird really, different, you didn't seem quite as smooth on my tongue and you tasted different, I can only think I was so turned on seeing you like that at the clinic and taking such a stupid risk doing what I did it seemed different."

Tracy was looking at me trying not to laugh.

I said to Bev "Well you will enjoy this next bit; it will really remind you of our first meeting."

I led her through to the kitchen and turned her and un-cuffing her had her sit up on the breakfast bar. Then laid her back and cuffed her wrists to either corner, and then lifting her legs up cuffed her ankles to the other corners. Her legs were bent but they were well spread, almost a full splits.

I had the stuff ready in anticipation.

I placed my hand on her mound and let it wander, rubbing her, stroking her wide open lips, and then my tongue, tasting her for the first time; playing up and down her slit and probing her.

Her body had a natural reaction to writhe but the way she was stretched she could hardly move but she certainly made all the right noises.

I pulled back and taking a dollop of the cream massaged her mound, then taking the wet-shave I slowly, and sensitively shaved her smooth. Not once did she comment or complain but merely accepted it.

I cleaned her off and then Tracy with her tongue finished the job. At first I was jealous that Tracy may prefer the taste of Bev to me, but this was lost in the moment as it was so erotic to watch; and the fact Tracy never took her eyes off me the whole time she was tonguing Bev kinda helped.

Then I had Bev back in the lounge, laid on her back on the coffee table; her limbs cuffed to the table legs. I had told Tracy what to do and as I lowered my naked pussy onto her face and Bev got busy with her tongue Tracy gave us a couple of minutes and then just flicked Bev's pussy with her tongue.

The reaction off Bev was electric, her whole body somehow lifted itself off the table regardless of her restraints and she very nearly bit me as she gagged in surprise.

"Did I tell you to stop licking?" I asked forcing my pussy onto her mouth and tentatively she started playing her tongue into me again. As Tracy continued her attention on Bev's pussy so did Bev with mine until we were pretty much both coming together.

I released Bev and had her stand and Tracy hugged her and fondled her and I placed Bev's hands onto Tracy's breasts and told her "explore, play, enjoy."

At the same time I played too, with both of them, my hands everywhere.

Very soon we were all on the floor, like a twelve legged monster, all over each other and Bev still blindfolded, she had never seen either of us since she had arrived here but was in ecstasy, loving it just as I and Tracy were.

With Bev kneeling and her hands cuffed behind I was stood behind her and whipped her blindfold off.

Tracy was sat, naked, legs crossed in an easy chair right in front of her.

The shock of seeing her Senior Director sat right in front of her, naked; knowing that she had been licking her pussy, kissing her; and being fingered and tongued by her in turn simply shocked her.

"Hi Bev" said Tracy, quietly, "I trust you are not going to gossip about this are you?"

"No, n n n no Miss Carter, honestly, I mean, like, no miss, never, I wouldn't, I mean, wow, really, Miss Carter."

"I take it you are surprised to see me?" Asked Tracy.

"Well, yes, I mean, what are you doing at Sophie's house?

Tracy laughed out loud and explained "this isn't Sophie's house, it is mine, Sophie lives with me; but that is not for gossip either, understand?"

"Yes Miss, of course, I never would, my lips are sealed."

"Oh I hope not Bev, I very much hope not, that would be such a shame as you have such wonderful lips. Now as both of you work for me I guess that makes me the mistress here, and you my two pleasure slaves; so I think I am going to enjoy tonight."

I interrupted her "Er Tracy, no, I don't think so, Bev is here for me, she is my sex slave, isn't that right Bev?"

"Yes Sophie, but, well, Miss Carter, she is the boss."

"No, not tonight she isn't, we aren't at work now, and it isn't Miss Carter, it's Tracy."

"Okay" said Tracy, "we can see how it pans out but let's get back to the party should we? Drinks everyone?"

I stood Bev up and hugged her, and kissed her, and she kissed back, passionately, we really were snogging big style.

Tracy returned with a tray full of drinks and putting them down came around and joined in.

From behind she was holding my breasts as I continued kissing Bev, I felt her draw my hands behind me but only realised what she was doing when I felt the cold steel of the bracelets ratchet closed around my wrists. Too late I responded and turned to see Tracy's smiling face as she said "I'm the Boss."

She walked away and left us both standing there, naked and cuffed.

It was worse when she returned in her short leather skirt and thigh boots and black leather bra. Worse because she was holding two of her test electrical shock collars. She removed Bev's leather collar and locked the steel collars onto us both.

Oh Shit, she's right, tonight anyway, she's the Boss!

To save Bev from any pain I explained the collars to her, she looked appalled as my explanation sank in; Tracy laughed out loud and said "okay bitches, stand and obey, you are all mine and I am going to play. Which of you is the best dancer?"

She released our cuffs and neither of us dared do anything to earn a shock. Holding a cane she put a dance music disc on and explained that the poorest performers bum would receive motivation to help encourage effort dancing. In other words dance well or be caned.

The music started and I gave it everything I could, but beside me so did Bev. This was ridiculous, my tits were bouncing all over the place and I was even touching myself to add to the dance show.

The track finished and Tracy paused the CD and beckoned Bev over to her. She made her bend over and touch her toes and caned her bum three times; the noises Bev made it obviously hurt.

The music started again and so did we, with me giving it everything. Once more Bev took a caning.

The next song it was my turn, and I am not joking, that cane fucking hurts! The first time the cane landed I instinctively let out a "Neigh" and all went quiet and stopped; I realised what I had done and just laughed to cover my embarrassment, clearly what that Bastard at St Mary's had done to me was still in me but both Bev and Tracy were looking very concerned. "Don't worry, it's okay, I'm over it" I said, not exactly certain.

After this Tracy changed the game, she left the music on quietly in the background but she went and got two paddles and a set of trivial pursuit questions.

She had Bev stand but bend over facing to Tracy's left, and me stood likewise facing the other way so that our heads were by each other's bums but with a foot gap between us.

For me to answer a question I had first to make Bev cry out by paddling her bum hard enough to make her, and her me. The first to six correct answers would win, the loser had to lick the winner to orgasm.

An incorrect answer resulted in a cane across the bum from Tracy.

Both of our bums were red raw before I beat her six four; and we had both been caned frequently along the way. Half way through Bev had knelt down but a shock through her collar soon had her standing (and swearing) again.

My bum was smarting but I was happy, I had won and hadn't "Neighed" again.

Tracy was nice enough to rub cream into our bums for us before I took my hard earned prize from Bev, bliss, pure bliss!

Tracy had food ordered in and we paused our games for a late dinner and much wine; with me forced to wear a ridiculously slutty French maid's outfit and Bev an ultra-tight and revealing latex Swedish nurse's costume.

After dinner, and relaxing drinks in the lounge; Tracy had us pose in our outfits for a photo-shoot; and with Tracy in her Dominatrix outfit we took to impersonating the twelve legged monster on the floor again, a complete free for all and all of us obviously loving it.

We all used the bathroom and got ready for bed, in other words washed and naked and in Bev and my cases restrained. Having the shock collars on we didn't have much say in it and Tracy had Bev and I cuff our own hands to the headrest on either side of the bed so that Tracy could sleep between us, and play. First, she blindfolded us.

My God, that is one night in bed I am not going to forget in a hurry; quite where Tracy gets the energy from I do not know but she kept at both of us for hours. Sitting on our faces, licking us, fondling, fingering, tickling, spanking our already hurting butts and snogging. Wow!

Being restrained and naked and helpless in bed took me back to that special moment with Bev in the padded cell, I loved it.


27. Sexy Saturday

The morning continued as the night had finished. Tracy refused to remove our shock collars and had us virtually naked all morning.

She had me in the maids outfit and Bev in a little apron doing all her housework for her, and then making and serving lunch naked whilst she strutted about in a series of Dominatrix outfits with a riding crop in her hand that she used to good effect.

I had ample opportunity to snatch the collar remote control from her but knew this would be pointless; I could only use it on myself and Bev and besides, Tracy still had two others stored somewhere else she could punish me with. I had to accept she was in complete control of us unless I could get the keys to our collars.

After lunch Tracy quizzed Bev on her home life and found she lived alone and had nothing planned for this weekend. That was what Tracy was looking for and declared Bev would be staying here through tonight and well into tomorrow. Bev couldn't hide her smile even though she cried out that this amounted to kidnapping and imprisonment.

Tracy said it certainly wasn't imprisonment as she was about to take us both out on the town to celebrate our newfound friendship. Her treat.

However, there is always a catch where Tracy is involved.

First she shocked both of us, just to show that she would, and it really does fucking shock believe me!

Then on threat of another shock on the next level setting which I cannot even imagine, she had us naked in the lounge and handed me a bottle of baby oil.

We were to fill our hands with oil and cover each other, all of each other.

We were to snog, a lot, fondle each other, lick each other and then with a double ended dildo we were to fuck each other to orgasm.

Tracy would be filming us but we were to pretend she was not there.

I drew the line at this and really stamped my feet; Bev also made it clear she would have no part in it. It wasn't the planned activity, it was the filming we objected to.

A couple of shocks later we were performing and Tracy was filming.

It was so hot with Bev I actually really did forget Tracy was there! My God Bev has got a body to be shocked for! It was only following orgasm I remembered Tracy and I could see the jealousy in her face behind her phone camera.

I felt so guilty and taking a pair of cuffs that were still under the coffee table from earlier I cuffed Bev to an armrest and pushing Tracy out of the room I dragged her up to bed and snogged her face off, and the rest.

It was over an hour before we got back to poor Bev.

Tracy had us stand and watch, both of us cuffed, while she loaded the film onto her computer and prepared an email with the film as an attachment and emailed it to a web-site. She titled it "Sophie and Bev, nurses in love" which wasn't entirely true but would easily identify us.

She explained that she had set a time on the email, it would auto-send at ten pm unless cancelled. She then shut down her password protected computer.

"Right you two" Tracy said to us, "I am the Mistress, for the rest of today and tomorrow you will both call me Miss and only Miss; I am taking off your collars but you will do exactly what I say at all times. If you both obey me and we are back here and you both have your collars on before that email goes then I will delete it, agree?"

"Yes Miss" we both agreed in unison, relieved it hadn't actually sent but to be honest, I knew fine well she hadn't actually sent it, and never would. She loves me too much for that, she is just playing out a fantasy here and I am playing along with it but Bev doesn't know that.

We hit the town. Tracy had dressed us, high heels and short dresses (embarrassingly short), nothing else. Tracy was dressed the same bless her.

The attention we got was quite amazing. Everywhere all the guys eyes were on us, even most of the woman. We were openly flirting with each other, dancing between tables in pubs, dancing in the street; having a fantastic time.

We went into an adult toy store where Tracy made us try various outfits on and come out of the changing cubicle to model them for her; we had a quite a group of guys and girls with their tongues out watching us. Tracy joined in and tried some too.

She bought a couple of new outfits, with me in mind I think, and a double lock chastity belt with vibrating intruder attachments for Bev (we already had two each, including the pair at her parents).

Tracy then took us to a top steak restaurant to treat us as she had promised and bought all the drinks. We were flashing so much flesh and behaving so wild that we were the centre of attention everywhere we went. A few times we were hit on by guys and sometimes played along for a while to get their hopes up a little but always moved on.

It was a fantastic super sexy Saturday!

We made it back in time for Tracy to go through the pretence of cancelling the email, she was going to delete it but Bev and I wanted to watch it on the big screen so we sat and had Brandy and cuddled on the couch and watched.

Not even half way through we were a twelve legged monster again with the film continuing in the background hardly watched.

Bev and I were back in our collars and still on best behaviour and Tracy thought of a new game. All three of us in our chastity belts with the intruders locked in sat on the floor in a triangle, the remotes in a cloth bag.

The first person would put their hand in the bag and press a button, not knowing whose or which intruder would operate or at what level; then passing the bag to the left where the second person would press a button; and on and on until we were all in hysteric's and coming.

Then fun time was over and Tracy decided to take the Dominatrix lead again. She had us both naked and cuffed to the rear and she went up to her bedroom for another toy and returned with a strap-on dildo fitted to her and a coil of rope in her hand and asked "okay sluts, who's first?"

She had a black leather corset and thigh boots on and apart from the dildo nothing else. Bev and I looked at each other, clearly neither of us knowing how to answer this one.

Bev was closest to her and so she just grabbed her and said "okay, you're the new girl, you first" and took her into the dining room.

She tied her ankles to two of the table legs, wide apart and removed her cuffs and cuffed her to the front. Then bent her over the table and stretching her to her fullest tied her wrists to the other end of the table keeping her stretched there.

Her hands were only half way up the table it was so long.

She then gave her one hell of a fucking, by her reaction I don't think Bev had ever had anything like this before. I wasn't overly concerned; this was a regular event with me and Tracy.

Next it was my turn but it didn't quite go to plan. Bev had been completely released to get over the experience, Tracy could see this had been a bit of a shock to her; and she was sat in a corner just watching.

My ankles had been tied to the table legs and as she released my cuffs from my left wrist to cuff me to the front she was too nonchalant taking it for granted I was going to be compliant but Bev's cuffs were still on the table and I grabbed my floating cuff in my right hand and slapped it around Tracy's wrist and taking Bev's cuffs managed to get one cuff onto Tracy's other wrist and then closed the other over my left wrist, a mistake in hindsight as I could have had my left hand free. Tracy couldn't get to either the collar control or the cuff key.

"Quick Bev" I shouted, "the keys to our collars, find them, they will be in her bedroom, probably her top draw right side of the bed, or in her wardrobe, quick go now and get our collars off!"

"You Bitch" shouted Tracy, "You stupid bitch, she's here as your sex slave, I'm the Mistress, and she's the only one running around free! What the hell have you done?"

"Don't you worry about that Miss stroppy knickers, your time in charge is over" I laughed back at her.

While Bev was away searching for the keys Tracy and I struggled. She worked her way around the table, she was just that little bit stronger than me and ended up behind me with her hands around me in a hug forcing me over the table again.

My legs were still tied very wide apart and she was trying to get the dildo into me.

I was struggling for all I was worth, just for fun really because I had been taken by her like this on numerous occasions and loved it but I felt I had to struggle, you know, principles and expectations and all that.

Well my struggling went wrong because the dildo did enter me but not my pussy and once it was in, well, it was in, and in all the way. That stopped me and made me think but too late.

After a short pause I heard a chuckle and then she was pumping me; she had both her and my hands behind my head forcing me over and she was driving into me with quite some effect.

I was in the throes of coming before I realised Bev was sitting in the corner again just watching us and smiling; with her collar in one hand and a cane in the other.

"What are you waiting for Bev, stop her and get this collar off me!" I almost yelled at her.

She casually stood and sauntered over and caned Tracy's backside stopping her too late and ordered her "Okay Miss, back to your own side of the table, like now! Caning her again.

Tracy didn't need telling twice and moved around the table stretching me again as she went.

Bev took the loose end of the rope and coiled it around a table leg and then around Tracy's ankle and again with her other ankle to the other table leg.

Tracy and I were now facing each other stretched across the table, legs wide apart.

Bev leaned over and locked the collar around Tracy's neck.

"Like I said, stupid bitch Sophie!" She almost spat at me.

I said nothing, not yet anyway but I still had a joker to play. Bev was laughing as she unbuckled the strap-on from Tracy and fitted it to herself.

She seemed to pause to consider something and then still behind Tracy she entered the dildo into her pussy saying "You two girls have given me such a good time it is only fair I return the favour."

She started fucking Tracy, it was magical watching her eyes like this as she was screwed from behind with a dildo. At first she tried to keep her mouth closed and show no emotion as though she was still somehow in control but this didn't last and she was soon crying for release. She was hollering as she came totally submitting to the bondage and the moment.

Withdrawing from Tracy Bev said to me "Okay Ginger, your turn, I know you have just had it from Mistress here but that was anal, now your pussy will be wanting some."

I played my joker "Bev, don't forget, I have an envelope at work with a confession in it, do this to me and I submit it, don't, and remove my collar and release me and I will give it back to you on Monday and fully forgive you and you won't have to come here again."

She stopped and thought about this, casually but softly caning Tracy as she thought which I could see was totally pissing Tracy off but she could do nothing about.

"Okay, how about I meet you half way? I don't do this to you, I release you but not from your collar; and you keep my confession and make me come here again, regularly?"

There was silence, then we all burst out laughing at what she was saying. She had just been tied down and fucked from behind by a girl with a dildo and she wanted to come back for more, to be made to come back for more!

I agreed, but asked "the keys to the collars, where are they? Is Tracy likely to find them?"

"No chance, they are well hidden, along with the third collar and the other two remotes, it's a big house with lots of hiding places."

"Okay then, release me and let's have some fun with Miss stroppy here."

The fun wasn't quite what I had in mind, she had Tracy and I recreate the same film Bev and I had made for Tracy while Bev filmed it on my iphone then she sent the video from my phone to her own phone which was still at her house; she wanted some insurance, some dirt on us she could use if things went wrong.

Neither Tracy nor I really objected to this, we were all friends now.

We rested with more drinks for a while and then went to bed but this time with Tracy and I cuffed to the headrest and Bev playing between us.

Sunday morning we awoke to more attention from Bev and were pampered by her naked until she took her leave at noon. She promised to phone me with the location of the keys to our collars and also the keys of our belts which she had locked onto us saying our pussy's needed some time out.

It was ten pm before the fucking bitch phoned me, she will pay for that.

Just wait until she tries her chastity belt on at home and finds we have switched her keys, hope she has her intruders locked in!

All in all we agreed Bev was a very welcome friend, a nice play thing, a distraction and a one girl party, but we needed to get our heads together and train her properly!


28. Wedding Bells Embarrassment

Over the next couple of months everything very much returned to normal.

Normal being me and Tracy loving and fucking each other senseless at every opportunity and escalating our bondage pursuits to weird and wonderful new heights but wearing chastity belts and Bra's at her parents; me still conforming to the 'uniform' requirements and flashing Tracy every day at work to prove it; Bev doing likewise to me; and me Tracy and Bev going 'commando' around town.

Oh, and work being good at St Mary's.

The parents had now gotten very used to the idea of me and Tracy being in love, we both felt they had fully accepted it and so we both came 'out of the closet' and announced our relationship widely, or at least stopped hiding it. Most people around us accepted it well, and most of these said they either new it or suspected it anyway; apparently it was obvious. You can't hide love.

We therefore set a date for a wedding on a beach in the Maldives and announced it.

As we were engaged Ruth and Ken said they were happy to relax the chastity belt requirements when we slept over at their place but we discussed it and said "no, we will always practice chastity in your home, we respect you too much."

They kind of appreciated this, kind of, but there was something in their manner, I don't really know what but something.

It was a short engagement and just some weeks before the wedding we had an embarrassing incident. As we had settled better into Tracy's home our toys and bondage pursuits had grown. We had a 'special' room set aside with specialist furniture installed and also some eyebolts in various walls and ceilings that we liked to use for various things on occasions.

One Saturday we played our usual weekend game, Tracy won the toss for first choice so chose to have me displayed naked. She set a trapeze bar up from an eyebolt on the ceiling at the top of the first floor staircase and had cuffed me naked into it and locked a spreader bar on my ankles. She often liked me there so that she could look at me as she moved around the ground floor and play with me whenever she climbed the stairs.

All the cuffs were steel and self-locking and she liked to keep the key on a chain around her neck.

As only one of us could really be restrained if we were to get any chores done my choice was to lock her in her chastity belt.

I had gotten stroppy with her over something about the wedding plans and so she had left me there while she went shopping, slamming the door in anger with me. Two minutes later she returned, I thought to make up with me following our first ever real argument but she stormed right past me up to our bedroom and returned with a cane and turning me on the trapeze she caned my bum really hard five times; I was screaming for her to stop. Then she said "if you are not going to speak sense then you needn't speak at all" and strapped a ball-gag into my mouth and stormed out again.

This wasn't the embarrassment, it was what followed.

The doorbell rang and after the initial concern I laughed to myself as we don't get that many visitors, I was thinking "if that is Bev and she has rang the bell and cuffed herself as she knows she has to then this could be very embarrassing for her."

The bell rang again, Bev would struggle to do this as she would be cuffed, unless she used her nose, but I still wasn't concerned as whoever it was would go away.

Then I heard the key in the door.

I hoped this was just Tracy trying to wind me up knowing whoever walked into the hallway would see me; otherwise only her parents and a friendly neighbour held keys to our house.

Ken walked in followed by Ruth, oh fuck!

As Ruth was closing the door behind her Ken put some stuff on the floor and as he stood up he was looking straight at me. He just froze.

Not expecting him to stop Ruth walked into the back of him, cursed him but followed his gaze and saw me too.

"Oh Dear, I think we have come at a bad time" said Ken.

"What on earth are you doing Sophie?" Asked Ruth; I was in no position to answer, just cringing in embarrassment.

They looked at each other, then at me, then at each other again; then Ken shouted "Tracy? Tracy? Are you here?"

I was shaking my head, not knowing what else to do.

I don't know why but all I was thinking about was my pussy, the fact that I had grown my pubic hair back, Brazilian style again, we had agreed to do that, me and Tracy, grow our hair back in various styles so the other would have the pleasure of being able to restrain the other and shave her without any warning when the kink took us.

I had only just shaved Tracy last night; first time I had ever shaved her.

It must have been shock, thinking about my pussy hair at a time like this.

It was like a Mexican stand-off, me looking at them and they at me.

Eventually Ruth said "get her down Ken; we can't just leave her there."

Ken climbed the stairs, clearly embarrassed seeing his future daughter-in-law naked like this but when he got to me he found he couldn't do anything with any of my cuffs. Oh I wish I didn't have the ankle spreader locked on, I feel wide open.

I was trying to talk over the ball-gag, explaining that he could at least remove this although I would prefer it was locked on so I didn't have to answer any questions and Tracy could deal with it sometime in the future.

He got the message but had to really invade my space and get up and personal to fathom out how to remove it. When it plopped out all I could say was "thank you."

He took a tissue out of a pocket and wiped the drool off my chin, then looking down he hesitated but continued to wipe it off my breasts also.

"Ken! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Ruth yelled up at him; he stopped immediately.

"Er, thank you Ken" I said, "Please, if you could do the rest?"

He did, Ruth was speechless but started to also climb the stairs.

Now this was embarrassing.

Ken looked up at the ceiling to see if he could at least get me down "How on earth do you get this up and down? Or is it like a permanent fitting now?" He asked, confused.

"We have a pole with a hook on it down in the hall cupboard and it lifts it up and off, but not with my weight on it" I explained, almost whispering in embarrassment.

"Well" he said, "I suppose if I got a couple of things to stand you on to take the weight off, that should do it."

"Yeah but I would still be stuck here, unless you are going to carry me somewhere."

"Just leave her be" said Ruth, joining us on the landing, "She put herself in this position, well at least our daughter did; it is her that is all exposed so she can suffer the embarrassment, there is no need for us to feel any."

"Well I can at least get a towel to wrap around her, give her some dignity" volunteered Ken.

"No, just leave her, in fact you carry on with what we came here for, all the paperwork and stationary and stuff for the wedding reception while I take a seat here and have a good look at our new daughter-in-law and get to the bottom of a few things" added Ruth, menacingly sitting down on the stairs to the next landing facing me.

Ken carried on up the stairs shouting down "I think she said it was all in a wardrobe."

She just stared at me, I continued to cringe and couldn't look her in the eye.

She started with the questions.

"I take it Tracy did lock you up like this?

"Yes."

"But you wanted it, you were willing?"

"Yes."

"How often do you do this kind of stuff?"

"Most weekends, sometimes through the week if we are feeling playful."

"Is that what this is, just being playful."

"Yes, we both enjoy it."

Her eyes went down to my hips, and she was staring; then she got up and taking my left hand she turned me so she could see my bum.

"What on earth? Those are cane marks, and deep ones; did my daughter do this to you."

"Yes, but I deserved it."

"What? Don't be silly child, it's the twenty first century, people don't get caned for misbehaving anymore; why did she do this to you?"

"Er, it's what we do, just playing, we sometimes spank or lightly cane each other; done right you can get a lot of pleasure out of it."

"I am aware of those games girl, I am not that old; but the depth of those marks, that isn't pleasure, far more than just being playful; what happened here to make her do that."

I explained about our first ever argument, but that being left here to think on it I deserved what I got; I was being obstinate and had ended up saying things to Tracy that I shouldn't have and she had taught me a good lesson with the cane; that I am pleased she did.

"What, so you are just going to forgive her?"

"I don't need to forgive her, I love her; I need to apologise to her for my silly attitude."

She just sat there staring at me in silence. After a minute my nervousness made me try to fill the space and create more conversation "Ruth, you are just staring at me, may I ask what are you thinking?"

She looked up into my eyes and said "I can see what my daughter sees in you, you are so young, so beautiful and yet so nice with it; I can see how you could turn my daughter."

I was first complimented and then offended by this. "Ruth, it isn't like that; yes I know Tracy has had male relationships and so have I. Before Tracy I never once had a single sexual thought about girls. Tracy has told me she enjoys male sex but has never found a man she could love. When Tracy first came on to me I fought my feelings, I refused to accept that I could be lesbian. Even after experimenting with her I was in complete denial for quite some time but that is all it was, denial of my true feelings. My head can't simply tell my heart not to love. When you see a person across a crowded room and your heart starts thumping, your legs quiver and you start to feel dizzy like on Champagne and you are drawn together across the room like magnets into a loving embrace then that is love, man or woman. That is how I feel with Tracy, is that so wrong?"

Before she had a chance to reply Ken shouted down "Ruth, come and see this."

She gave me another long look, a flash of a smile I think and went up to join him.

Five minutes later they were both back down, Ruth sat again, Ken just stood, and looked. I blushed again.

"That is quite some wardrobe the two of you have there; I can just picture you in some of those outfits." I must have been bright red now!

"And some of those restraints, and the toys, I can't quite work out what some of them are even for." I was probably a deep red now.

"But, but Ruth, you, you have seen that wardrobe before, Tracy said she had shown you where to find the chastity belt before the welcome home party" Sophie said, nervously.

"No, the wardrobe I was led to only had the chastity belt and a single pair of handcuffs in it; I had no idea Tracy and you were into this so deeply."

There was a silent pause while Ruth thought and then "Tell me Sophie, if your mother found you at home like this, what would she do?"

I laughed nervously picturing it, "she would probably give me one hell of a spanking and then leave me here all day."

"Yes, well if you were my daughter that is probably what I would do too, in fact, Tracy can just get herself to my house this evening and I will give her a spanking for the shock you two are giving me and Ken."

I made the mistake of laughing, a totally nervous reaction; and said "I don't think so, Tracy is twenty eight and I am twenty one; we are not silly little girls you just put across your knee and spank for being naughty."

She thought about this and asked "where is your mother child (emphasising the 'child')?"

"She moved to New York last year, she is in a new relationship, my Dad left many years ago."

"Well, as my future daughter-in-law I guess the parental responsibility falls to me, let's see if you are too old to take a spanking and I don't mean for pleasure."

She was up in an instant and holding my arm with one hand she started spanking my bum with the other; very hard and very quick until I was past crying and physically sobbing. She was right, not a lot of pleasure in that spanking.

She sat back down and waited for my sobs to subside and then said "we will be leaving now, as soon as Tracy returns tell her she is wanted by her parents, for her turn, immediately; and not to bother wearing any pants."

Ken spoke up "Ruth, you know your daughter; she has probably seen our car and is waiting around the corner for us to leave. She will give you a couple of weeks to cool off and then phone you and make friends again before you see her."

"We'll see about that" she said storming up the stairs.

She returned with a chastity belt in her hand "Is this yours or Tracy's?"

"It's mine." The keys had been left with it.

"Where is Tracy's, I assume she has her own, you have everything else in two's at least?"

"Er, she's wearing it" I replied.

"Her keys?"

I paused, I really didn't want to lose control of them "I am sorry Ruth, but I cannot give you the keys."

"Can't or won't?"

"Won't."

She went back up the stairs and returned with a cane "Sophie, forget what I said before about the twenty first century and everything, sometimes the old ways are the best ways, now the keys please, where are they?"

I thought I heard a little bell chime as she moved the belt and froze, I recognised the sound, we have nipple clamps with little bells on. I said nothing.

Putting the cane down she stepped over to me and opened her hands, I was right, a nipple clamp in each hand. "I am guessing these hurt?"

I nodded, suddenly afraid how this was going.

"Tracy's keys?"

I stayed silent, just stared at her.

She sussed how they worked and locked them onto my already erect nipples, wholly fuck they do hurt as well, and the jingling always drives me mad.

Still I refused to speak.

"You silly child, this is Tracy's fault not yours, she left you here like this and probably is hiding outside like Ken says, why take this for her?" She asked turning me so she could swing the cane.

It took six strikes before I gave in and told her where to find them; then she locked my belt on me.

Holding my chin she kissed me on the cheek and said "Sorry Sophie, wrong position to be in on the wrong day, if you and my daughter want to share sex again anytime soon the two of you better get over pretty damn quick and take what's coming."

She told Ken to put my gag back in and then went and got the keys to Tracy's belt and the two of them left. She could have taken the nipple clamps off, and putting the gag back that was just spiteful, cow!


29. If you haven't tried it, don't knock it!

Just two minutes after they had left the door opened and in walked Tracy, looking very sheepish.

She ran straight up the stairs and hugged me, I was seething.

She started with the questions wanting to know what had happened and it eventually dawned on her that removing the gag may help. While doing this she saw the fresh cane marks over my blood infused bottom and I heard her gulp then run further up stairs. She returned immediately with some cream and started rubbing it in; the least she could fucking do!

While she rubbed and massaged I told her all about it. She sheepishly admitted that she had actually returned to see them at the door entering and thinking they would see me and turn around and walk straight back out she had waited, and waited; and basically then bottled coming back at all until she saw them leave. Now I was absolutely fucking seething and I let her know.

Perhaps in hindsight I should have let her release me first, Doh!

To give me time to cool off she left me there; I do not fucking believe her!

She eventually returned, naked but for her belt; and started flicking my bells and tickling my ribs and snogging me as she played with my bum and tickled around the chastity belt. It fucking worked as well the bitch; I went from seething hot to horny hot to coming hot to laughing with her; but there was still no way I was going to forgive her in a hurry. Especially when the nipple clamps came off and I yelled the house down!

She asked "where did they put the keys to this belt and I will give you a proper service to make up for abandoning you to them; in fact my tongue is yours all weekend to make up?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention that bit, Your Mam wants the two of us to go round to their house like immediately, she is going to give you a spanking, your bare bum apparently."

She laughed at this "No, I don't think so, I don't think she has ever spanked me, well not since I was a child; she will have been speaking figuratively, just upset with me; I will leave it a week and call her. I mean, why on earth would I want to go there right now after what has happened, no chance."

"Yeah, your Dad predicted that, hence why I have my belt on, locked on by your loving Mother, then she took both my and your keys and said if we wanted sex again anytime soon we had better get over there."

"What? You gave her my keys, I don't believe you; no way!"

"I tried not to, believe me, the marks on my bum and the nipple clamps were her coaxing the location of the keys from me."

"Oh, I see" she whispered, suddenly worried; stroking my bum again, "I suppose we have to go then, shit!"

We left it a couple of hours before we went. Tracy was in jeans and a jumper and I was in a short dress; I explained about her Mothers instruction for her not to bother wearing pants and she giggled nervously and said that was just silly; but she went and changed into a short skirt just to be safe.

Ken opened the door to us and ushered us straight through into the lounge where Ruth was sitting waiting. She had two sets of hand cuffs and two ankle cuffs on a table beside her. I gulped, Tracy gasped in shock "Mam, I didn't know you and Dad were into this stuff too!"

Ruth didn't look amused "we aren't, we share a normal loving heterosexual relationship and we are very happy thank you. These are from your rather well stocked wardrobe."

"Oh."

"Right, I am not going to talk about it, not yet; I am going to spank you first while I am still of a mind to and before you get a chance to try talking your way out of what is coming."

There was a pregnant pause as the penny dropped with Tracy, her Mam wasn't joking. "Mam, I am twenty eight years old, I do not think for one moment that you are going to spank me."

"Believe it daughter, I should have done it a lot more in the past and maybe you would have a bit more sense, now strip."

Tracy tried her best to argue but her Mother wasn't moving, I stayed silent hoping I was just an observer here but I was worried with the number of handcuffs which was obviously premeditated and for me as well.

Eventually Tracy accepted that it was going to happen but plain refused to strip in front of her Dad. Ruth explained that she would have to live in the chastity belt then. Tracy countered by sitting down, she wasn't leaving without the keys to both our belts.

The middle ground was reached and Ruth asked Ken to go to another room.

Very reluctantly Tracy started stripping, clearly embarrassed. "You too Sophie" added Ruth.

"But Ruth, you have spanked me already, and caned me."

"Yes, and I will again if it makes me feel any better so strip."

I did, I was down to my belt before Tracy.

We were both stood there in just our belts and Ruth had us walk over to her. She handed us the cuffs and said "ankles first, then hands behind."

We did, and really embarrassingly just stood there as Ruth got the keys and removed our belts and then took our clothes and belts away. She couldn't help but stare at her daughters shaved pussy.

She returned from the hallway and walked across to the other door to the dining room and opening said out loud "Ken, you can come back now and see your daughter; she's not hiding as much from us now."

Tracy kicked off at this, well verbally anyway she was in no position to do anything else.

She just had to stand there beside me as her parents stood in front of us taking us in. Her face was scarlet as her Dad looked her up and down.

"Well Ruth" he said, "we have a fine looking daughter if I say so myself."

"Mam, this isn't right, you can't see me like this; I'm a grown woman now not a child."

"Get used to it Tracy; you have a long and naked night ahead of you; we are going to get to the bottom of everything you two are up to and neither of you will be hiding anything. The less you tell us the more your bums will smart."

She started with Tracy, putting a hard backed dining chair into the centre of the room and shuffling Tracy over to her. Tracy continued to argue all the way but Ruth ignored her pleas and put her over her lap and holding her by her cuffs high up her back with her left hand started spanking her with her right. Quite some spanking too; Tracy was in tears when Ruth stopped.

"Ken, my hand is starting to hurt, could you pop into the study and bring me the ruler please?"

Ken returned and handed her a menacing looking broad two foot long wooden rule.

"Mam, no, you wouldn't; isn't the spanking and this humiliation enough?"

The ruler landing on her naked bum was her only answer.

Once Tracy had been reduced to uncontrolled quivering sobs it was my turn and Tracy was made to stand and watch.

My God, that bitch can spank!

Fortunately I was spared the ruler, Ruth explaining I had already received the cane from her; she would save the ruler experience for later depending on how much, or little, I told her and whether she and Ken thought either of us were holding anything back.

Spanking over, well this round anyway; Ruth had us both standing still cuffed and naked in front of them as they sat together on the couch and interrogated us; wanting to know everything about our relationship.

Tracy went on the offensive, telling her Mam that she was a sexist bigot living in the dark ages; that there was absolutely nothing wrong with bondage play between consenting adults; that maybe if they tried it themselves rather than knocking it when they hadn't tried it they would understand better and be far less critical.

"My whole life you quoted "Don't knock it unless you've tried it", everything from eating my greens to joining the girl guides; so you are a couple of real hypocrites now aren't you?" She accused and asked.

She went on, obviously a wee bit too far because this time Ken grabbed her and sitting again on the dining chair put her over his knee and spanked her, hard.

Stood together again the interrogation continued; and both of us were brutally honest in our replies and the full range of our sexual activity clearly shocked them. The only bit neither of us mentioned was our fooling around with Bev; this was Bev's business not theirs or even ours to discuss with them.

By ten pm we had been spanked three times and I had received the ruler just the once; Tracy three times. I was also spanked once by Ken with strange results, I was extremely turned on being on a man's lap with his hands on my naked body; my pussy was creaming itself!

Our belts were locked back on and we were sent to bed without dinner, our wrists still cuffed. Our ordeal was to continue in the morning.

In bed we cried and talked each other to sleep, raw bums and all.

The following morning we were both awake before seven and just laid there talking. Tracy couldn't believe last night had happened, actually being made to strip and then being spanked like that by her parents; it just so wasn't them. She kept apologising to me over and over but I said it was maybe a good thing; not us both being spanked; but her parents getting their true feelings out in the open about our relationship.

I reminded her about her "don't knock it until you've tried it" argument and she burst out laughing adding "yeah, as if; I can just see my Mam gagged and tied legs akimbo to the dining table while Dad takes her from behind!"

"Maybe that's why she had that stern look on her face all last night; she was sat on a steel butt-plug!" I added and we both burst into uncontrollable fits of giggles and laughter.

The door opened and Ken's face appeared "Are you two lazy girls getting up today?"

We went quiet, he shook his head and disappeared.

Tracy grumbled about not even cleaning our teeth last night and no wash again this morning "we are a couple of Lesbo's not lepers; let us at least have a wash after we pee!" She shouted out after him.

A couple of minutes later Ruth came in, we were up and heading out but she had the keys to our belts and removed them "you can sort each other out in the bathroom, but be quick; breakfast in the garden and I am serving it now."

Tracy had a pee first and then used the bidet after which I dabbed her with some toilet paper and then she returned the favour; a shame we didn't have more time as this situation could have been worth exploring.

We managed to wash our hands behind our backs and dry them off before heading downstairs. Once again it felt so weird walking around her parents' house naked like this.

Our shoes were laid out by the French windows and Ken was there to strap them onto us; then walking us out onto the patio he sat us at the table and locked our ankle cuffs onto us before releasing our handcuffs. The day was very much carrying on as the night had left off.

At least we didn't need to worry about neighbours with this mansion of theirs being set in its own grounds; although we were both probably getting beyond caring about our nudity now anyway.

Ruth brought our breakfasts out, full fry-ups bless her, she must be softening or something.

We had our breakfast without any particular comment, just about the weather, Andy Murray being in the Wimbledon final later, that kind of stuff.

Once the plates were cleared the questions started again but this time with no mention of spankings; a much more civilised atmosphere but for our restrained nudity.

Tracy asked "Mam, what is it with us being made to be naked and being kept cuffed; is this meant to be teaching us a lesson or something? Because I just don't get it; it is just plain embarrassing for everybody."

Her Mam answered "I thought we were doing you a favour, that you enjoyed cavorting naked and being tied up; we are just helping you relax and feel at home here."

"Mam, please, why?"

"Okay, you are partly right; I want you both to be embarrassed, you deserve to be the way you act. But no, the lesson was last night; you may not be a child anymore but we are still your parents and will still give you a good spanking when you deserve one. You have shocked, upset and disappointed both of us and what I said and done to you, both me and your Dad last night was it all coming out; there is no need for any confusion where we stand or on our feelings anymore. Having you naked I think has helped to break down the barriers between us and last night we got to understand you both a lot better."

She took a swig of her tea, looked to Ken for a sign of support and continued "you see Tracy your Dad and I were ever so proud of you doing so well in your studies and making Doctor, in two separate fields no less; and then getting the senior Directors role at St Mary's we were over the moon."

"We just took it for granted, or at least hoped that you would meet another nice young Doctor or other similarly professional man and get married and have children. Then along came Sophie and talk about mixed emotions. First we love her for reviving you from that coma and then despise her for turning you into a lesbian."

"Mam it wasn't like that! Sophie didn't turn me into anything; well other than love. It was me that...."

Tracy was interrupted by her Mother "We know that now Tracy, we know everything now remember? We know the truth now and we had a good chat after you went to bed last night and I think we both now fully understand you and Sophie, and we won't be criticising you or your life anymore; we just may not be all that happy and approving of it is all."

She continued "and I would like you to know that as disappointed as we are that it is not a man you are marrying; and what that means about any grandchildren coming along; we are so pleased that if you do have to love another woman that it is Sophie you have fallen in love with. She is the most lovely, sweet and beautiful girl either of us has ever met and it is obvious to all of us just how much she loves you; and really in the greater scheme of things that is all a parent truly wants for their children; that they will be happy and find true love. I apologise for what we have put the two of you through but you as a couple and your wedding have our full blessing."

Well talk about taking the wind out of our sales! Just as we were gearing up for an argument and more spanking she drops their blessing on us! We were speechless.

Ken stepped over and locked the handcuffs onto Tracy's left hand, but then grabbed my right and fastened the other end to me and proceeded to remove our ankle cuffs.

"Dad, what now? What are we, er, what are you doing?" Tracy asked.

"Last night was all your Mams doing although I did play along and I am pleased I did too. I think last night has done us all the world of good but each of us for different reasons. Today is my turn; I think the two of you look fantastic together and so I am going to keep you together for a while longer; and when will I ever get a chance to see two such beautiful young girls naked again?"

"Dad, no you can't; you are being silly now; we are naked for heavens' sake!"

"Your Mam and I are having a stroll to the paper shop, we will be back in an hour or so to do the crossword; we can discuss your handcuffs and your clothes sometime after lunch or maybe later after a game of tennis if you like; take the chance to shower and freshen up if you like."

Tracy could get no sense out of either of them as they made their way out of the house. She said it was very strange them going to the paper shop, they get the paper delivered on a Sunday. I wasn't quite so dumb, for all her brains and qualifications I guess she really is a true blonde!

I dragged her back upstairs to our bedroom and onto the bed and straddled her face with my pussy as I went down on her; our first ever sixty nine pussy-fest at her parents and we were both so sexually charged it was very rough and ready.

We fooled around for half an hour and then shared the shower and dried each other and brushed each other's hair; just making it back into the garden before they returned.

Ken sat and done his crossword and Ruth took us for a walk around their massive garden. They had a nature trail around the perimeter through all the various trees and shrubs. I commented that it had never been more a nature trail than now. Ruth replied somewhat cryptically "Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that love."


30. New beginnings

Following our totally fantastic wedding and Honeymoon in the Maldives and reception on our return we settled into some form of routine wedded life.

I still abided by my uniform rules at work and continued to get a thrill from it; and Bev continued with hers too and continued to shave her pussy for me.

Tracy was very much the dominant in our relationship; I think my time in that padded cell had reinforced my submissive element.

After a while I started to become a bit moody and couldn't really work out why until one drunken evening while tied up and lying naked across Tracy's lap she started tickling me until I was screaming for her to stop. We have never used 'safe words' so have to rely on each other knowing just how far to go and when to stop.

After my breathing had returned to normal and I had finished coming I asked "What was all that for?"

"Oh, just wanted to change your mood; what's with you and your dark moods these days anyway, are you not happy anymore?"

Well the conversation went back and forwards and got deeper and deeper until I realised there were two things bothering me, and I told her.

"I love you Tracy, I know I want us to last forever; but I don't want to die a virgin; I want to experience a man between my legs, inside of me; you know, just the once. Just to know what it is like."

She stopped fondling me, and paused for thought; then replied "No, that is not something I can deny you, I accept that. But I promise you it will not just be the once, you will want it again and again until you tire of it, if ever. It may take you away from me but if you are prepared to take that risk then so must I; it is only fair as I have had that experience."

I thought about it. Being spanked by Ken and the way my body had reacted had awakened something in me and my pussy yearned for the feel of a man. I had to do this. "Tracy, I have to take that risk, I have to know."

"Okay, should be easy enough. Every time we take Bev out on our 'Commando Saturdays' the guys flock around us, especially you, you little cocktease you. Next time take one on but no bondage, not with a stranger, and carry a condom."

I felt really guilty "Thank you for understanding Tracy, I promise it will be just the once."

She continued stroking me and I continued purring helplessly. Tracy asked "You said two things, what is the other?"

I laughed, embarrassed, too embarrassed to say now "No, it's okay, I think that one thing is enough for now."

She started tickling me again "tell me, tell me now or else!"

Her fingers were digging under my ribs and I was shrieking "Okay, okay, stop, let me breathe!"

It was embarrassing, humiliating even, but I told her. "When I was locked in St Mary's Tony would do things to hurt me to make me "Neigh" out loud over my bit-gag, over and over like he was training me. Then he had me prance around the operation room on my toes, a really silly high step routine as he whipped me with a really long thin leather whip and again making me "Neigh" all the time. Then he would make me pee in front of him with my hands restrained in like a box-tie behind me."

"Yes, I know about all that Sophie, you have told me before remember and I can only apologise and promise it won't happen to you or anyone at St Mary's again."

"Yes, no, erm, you don't understand; no just forget I mentioned it again."

She paused her stroking of my bum and inner thighs and said "No Sophie, you have come this far, please, be brave, go on, please explain what it is you mean."

"I want you to continue my training." I closed my eyes and cringed while I admitted this. "You have that wonderful polished pony outfit in your wardrobe; you made me wear it once; I want to be locked in it, restraints, gag, boots tail and all and I want you to whip me and make me "Neigh" and get me to a standard where you can take me to an event and show me as your ponygirl." There, it was out, no going back now.

Tracy screamed in laughter and spanked my buttock once in delight "Is that it? You want fucked by a bloke and turned into a pony and you will be happy? Sophie, I would love to train you; having you as my partner is great but having you as my pony will be fantastic! We will start immediately!"

That was the start of my alternative life as a pony and I absolutely love it. My total helpless submissive abject love to Tracy displayed through play in private at home and also at pony play events researched over the internet. Our sex has never been better; we are totally alive to each other, sensual, giving and so fucking erotic!

Mind you, that night being fucked stupid four times by Garry my one night stand in the Hilton Hotel was pretty fucking awesome too! (Just never to be repeated by me, Pepper the faithful pony!).

At the time I had thought I was in Hell in a padded cell; but in hindsight it was the making of me. It put Tracy in a coma which I rescued her from winning over her parents in the process; taught me I truly was a submissive lesbian the way I reacted to Bev when tied to that bed and licked by her; taught me I enjoyed being restrained and displayed through my time and my feelings in that straitjacket; and gave birth to the pony in me due to that bastard rapist Tony. So maybe heaven is really a padded cell on earth!

Epilogue

Detective Steven Cartier had 'inadvertently' let it slip to Benny Caruthers, a career burglar that was on his way from Court to Prison, about Tony and his systematic rape of mental health patients at St Mary's, and how he liked to train his victims to "Neigh" like ponies.

The really hard offenders have now trained Tony to squeal like a pig while touching his toes; the softer in-mates make do with him merely "Neighing."

Tracy and Sophie recently had Ken and Ruth round for their first anniversary dinner; they spent all day and night at their daughters' house eating and drinking and making merry.

Sophie couldn't help but comment that not once since the night of the spanking had either Ruth or Ken made any mention whatsoever of their love of bondage; but also noted that there appeared to have been a slight shift in power.

Ever since they had returned from the wedding Ken had been getting more and more vocal and decisive and Ruth becoming the quieter of the two, the follower so to speak. Tracy said Sophie was imagining things.

At the end of the night Ruth was following Ken up the stairs, a little worse for drink and she slipped on the bottom step and Sophie caught her and stopped her from falling; holding her steady she realised her hand was gripping the unmistakable waist belt of a steel chastity belt. She froze, not knowing what to say and looked up at Ken that was stepping back down to help his wife.

He could see where Sophie's hand was and the look on her face and he just winked down at her saying "Old dog, new tricks, woof woof" and with a beaming smile took Ruth to bed!