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    It was a clear and sunny Friday afternoon.  Marcy carried her little tray
full of cleaning agents through the formal dinning room, on route to the great
room.  As she walked, she took in the decorations that filled the rooms.  Lots
of crystal and fine paintings.  Mr. Greenfield had very good taste.

    Marcy was a maid.  She worked every day from 8 till 8 cleaning the rooms
downstairs for Mr. Ronald Greenfield, the owner.  Thought the hours were long,
the work was usually light and the money was pretty good.  The only time things
got heavy is when there was a party.  Then there was a massive cleaning before
and after the party.  Plus, she usually would help serve drinks to the guests.
It wasn't bad for a girl trying to raise money for collage.

    Mr. Greenfield was a good employer to work for.  Though this was only her
second job as a maid, she did enjoy the job greatly.

    At her first job, the master was an mean old eccentric that chased anything
in a skirt.  She left there after the upstairs maid filed sexual harassment
charges against the old bastard.  They were dropped later after, as rumors had
it, he paid her off to keep quite.

    Greenfield was much different.  He talked to the help.  Always polite.  A
gentleman in the true sense.  He was a tall, dark haired guy, relativity young,
and very good looking.  He worked out everyday in his private exercise room and
relaxed in his whirlpool and indoor swimming pool.

    He's what you call a overnight success.  He invented some kind of device.
Sold the multi-million dollar production rights to a international firm.  Went
to work for them as a high paid consultant, netted the company millions of
dollars from the sales, and a few years later sold the product and all rights
to the firm, which netted him a fortune.  Now he invests his money, and reaps
the reward from the returns.  At thirty-one, he has done quite well.

    Yet, the only thing he was missing was a wife, or at least a steady lady.
He wasn't the playboy.  There wasn't a stream of girls, to be used and then
discarded.  He seemed to want a relationships, but they always fizzled.

    For the most part, Marcy was happy with her job, but a little bored.  The
same things happened for day to day.  At least when there was a party, she had
a chance to see new people, and talk to a few, but only if they talked first.
That was a trade rule.

    But there one strange thing in this household.  On the first level, at the
end of the west hall, there was a room that was off limits to all employees.
It was guarded by a solid heavy door and a brass dead bolt lock.  Marcy would
walk pass it almost every day and wonder what behind it was so secret, that it
had to be locked up so tight.

    She never saw anyone go into the room for any reason.  She never was asked
to clean it, or serve drinks in it.  Whatever it was, Mr. Greenfield didn't
want anyone to know.

    As Marcy was walking, she heard the quick paced footsteps of the master of
the house.  As she turned to look over her shoulder, her cleaning tray swung
and bumped a small display table, knocking off the vase that was sitting on it.
    Marcy tried to catch the vase but it hit the floor and shattered into a
thousand pieces.  Mr. Greenfield walked into the room just in time to see it
hit.

    Marcy was in shock for a moment, not knowing what to do.  She looked up and
saw her employer standing there.  With guilt written all over her face, she
dropped to the floor and started picking up the debris and apologizing to Mr.
Greenfield.

    'What happened, Marcy?' He asked.

    'Your foot steps startled me sir, and I, I hit the table when I jumped.
I'll replace it for you, sir.'

    'You realize that was a one of a kind vase.' He said very calmly.

    'I'm sorry Mister Greenfield.  I didn't mean to break it.  Can I repay you
for it.'

    'That vase was worth more than your salary for a couple of years.  I'm
afraid that won't be possible.'

    Marcy felt she was going to loose her job.  She didn't need that.  She
liked working there, and didn't want to look for another job.  Most of all, she
needed the money.

    'Please Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me.  I need the work.'

    'You are a good worker, Marcy, and I'd hate to do it, but what else is
there for me to do?  You leave me with few alternatives.' He said.

    'Please Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me.  I'll do anything.  Work longer
hours, work all weekends.  I'll do whatever you want, anything.'

    He looked at her for a moment.  She read in his eyes there was something
going through his mind.  After a moment he spoke.

    'You should never say you'll do anything.  You might not know what you are
getting yourself into.' he advised her.

    Here seemed a ray of hope.  She thought maybe he was debating about getting
her in the sack.  She'd do it, gladly.  She oftened wondered what this good
looking guy was like in bed.

    'I do mean it, sir.  Anything.' she said very calmly and quietly.

    'Are you sure that you want to leave yourself that open, Marcy.'

    'Yes, sir'

    Again he was silent and thinking.  She could see that there was hesitation
in him mind.  But then a look of determination came across his face.  He made
his decision.
    'Very well.' He spoke. 'So be it.  Meet me in the billiard room tonight at
ten o'clock.  Come alone and make sure that no one knows where you are, or what
you are doing, or where you are going.  Understand?'

    'Yes, sir.'

    He made her repeat his instructions, told her to clean up the vase, and,
with a forgiving pat on her cheek, to get on with her work.

    The rest of the day, Marcy tried to kept her mind on her work.  She didn't
need another foul-up like this again.  But from time to time, she wondered what
was to happen tonight.  Why didn't he just have her meet in a bedroom.  Or was
there something else he had in mind.

    When it came time for the help to leave, Marcy told them she had a couple
things that needed to be done before she could leave.  Mark, the stable hand,
want her to go out for a few drinks, but she declined saying she was a little
tired and was going home after work.

    Marcy and Mark had a few flings together, and with good reason.  Though
Marcy wasn't a tramp, when the mood hits her, she had to do it.  Mark was the
house stud.  He could sense a woman in heat, and knew how to satisfy her needs
while fulfilling his own.

    The first time they did it was at one of Greenfield's parties.  She walked
around the place in her little skirt, serving drinks to perverted old men.  A
few of them passes at her, a couple made grabs for her.  The whole thing was
making her so excited, she didn't think she could make it through the night.

    She went into the kitchen to find Mark raiding the food.  He knew right
away, and started talking to her, saying things that got her even hotter.
Within a few minutes, they had slipped to the stable, pulled off their cloths
and were getting it on hot and heavy.  She came twice.  Once in the sixty-nine
position right before he came, and again as he shot another load deep inside
her.  She got dressed, and returned to the party a satisfied woman.

    Marcy stole over to the west wing, and hid in the small study there.  The
room was almost never used, and was right next to the billiard room.  There she
waited, listening for every footstep that went by.  For almost two hours she
waited.  At ten o'clock, she snuck out, and crept into the billiard hall.

    Mr. Greenfield wasn't there yet.  There was only one light on, which was
over the pool table.  She looked around the room, wondering why they were going
to meet here.  Maybe, she thought, he has a strange perversion with making it
with someone on a pool table.  She started to giggle.  Then the door opened.

    'I'm glad to see that you're in such good sprites, Marcy.' He said with a
smile on his face.

    'I'm sorry sir.'

    'Don't be.  I like a positive, good natured attitude.'  He said.

    'So do I, sir.'
    'Marcy,' he said being more serious. 'I will ask you this question only
once.  Think very carefully before you answer.  Once we start, there will be no
stopping until we are finished.  I guaranty that no hard will come to you.  But
you will follow my directions, and do as I say, regardless of what it may be.
Are you still willing to go along with anything?'

    She sat silent for a moment, but her mind was already made up to do
whatever it was he wanted her to do.

    'Yes, sir.' She answered.

    'Very well.  Now, you must promise to remain silent about what is to
happen.  You must never tell another soul.'

    'I promise.  I would never do anything to hurt you, sir'.

    'Good.  Having settled that, we shall begin.  From this point forward, you
shall not speak another word unless asked to.  Follow me.'

    She went with him out of the pool room and followed him up to the forbidden
doorway that has puzzled her for months.  At last she would see all the secrets
of what was behind it.

    'I'll have you know that no employee has ever seen what lies behind this
door.'

    He unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door which led into a small
corridor with three other doors.  They walked in and he closed and locked the
door behind them.  To Marcy's surprise, there was a key lock on the inside as
well as on the outside to lock the door.

    'Go through that door.  In there, you will find a outfit to ware.  Put it
on and go out through the other door in the room.  I will meet you there.'

    She nodded her head, remembering not to speak.  He unlocked and opened the
door.  She entered the room, and heard the door close and lock behind her.
Again, a key was needed to pass back through the door.

    She was surprised to see what was in this room.  It was like a small
dressing room.  There was a fine makeup table with soft lights around the
mirror, filled with the finest makeups, expensive perfumes and hair products
one could buy.  A solid chair and padded bench for sitting on while changing.
An oak hutch with drawers for hanging and storing cloths in.  And a full length
vanity mirror to review oneself.  This room looked like it belonged next to the
Queens's bedroom.

    She went to the hutch to retrieve her new wardrobe.  She found hanging
there a white satin and lace teddy, trimmed in red and garter straps.  A pair
of white seamless silk stockings were laid next to it, and red spiked high
heels were on the base on the unit.

    Marcy took out the outfit and and felt the luxury of it.  Never had she
seen something so rich, yet so sexy.  For a few minutes, all she did was just
hold it, not believing she was to ware it.
    She striped her cloths off and put the teddy on.  It was kind of buseling
outfit, and she was worried it wouldn't fit.  But she couldn't have had a
better fit.  It lightly pushed everything into the proper places.  The G-string
panties showed off all of the curves without showing everything.  She pulled
the stockings on her legs very carefully.  All she needed to do was get a run
in them.  Greenfield would probably have a fit.

    The shoes were higher than she had ever worn.  Usually she wore a two inch
heel.  But these had to be close to five inches.  At first she stumbled on them
a bit.  But by taking shorter steps, she quickly got the hang of them.  The
strangest thing was they were far more comfortable than she thought they would
be.

    She went over to the table and touched up her makeup.  She accented her
eyes and made her checks rosy.  She ran the brushes through her long dark hair
and dabbed on perfume in all the key places.

    She went over to the mirror and looked herself over.  Never before had she
look so sexy.  Her breasts looked bigger.  Her legs looked longer and leaner.
Her buttocks was in perfect form.  If this was punishment, she could really get
into it.  Maybe she would break something else.

    She realized that she was taking much longer than she should.  She hung up
her maids outfit in the closet, gave herself one last glance in the mirror and
went through the unlocked door.

    She expected to see a large bedroom, lit entirely in candles, and decorated
in all the finest silks and lace.  The center piece would be a huge canopy bed,
where she would find the master waiting for her.  But what she walked into was
completely different world.

    The walls were panelled in a rich dark wood, moderately lit with recessed
lights in the ceiling, which was actually a huge mirror.  The room was filled
with contraptions that she had never seen before.  A large tubular rack was on
her left side, and some kind of pulley setup was on her right.  There were a
few others that she didn't know what the were.

    The center piece of the room was in the middle of the room.  A section of
the floor was raised a few steps.  On that was a large wooded chair and the
largest brass bed she had ever seen, the brass rails shinned in the light.  It
was covered with a beautiful lace bedspread.  It had to be very expensive.

    Marcy stood there, looking at all the items in the room.  Finally, Mr.
Greenfield's voice broke her thoughts.

    'If I may be so bold, you look very beautiful.'

    She almost thanked him, but remembered to remain silent.  Instead, she
smiled and lowered her head.  He words were so calm and soothing.  She began to
relax and trust him.  She could put up with his few off-beat practices.

    'Yes.  An excellent choice.  Please turn around slowly and model for me. I
wish to take in the full range of your beauty.
    She did as he asked, slowly turning on her heels, showing herself to her
master like a model shows herself to the cameras at a fashion show.  She played
out the fantasy, enjoying the scenario.  A rich, handsome man, giving her
expensive lingerie to ware, speaking wondrously captivating words to her about
her beauty.  She was beginning to get into this.

    He looked the lovely creature over.  Her long brown hair.  Her lean legs,
made more shapely by the stockings and heels.  Her firm buttocks and full, well
rounded chest.  He couldn't have chose a better girl for his pleasures.

    'Yes, very lovely, my dear.' he said.  'Let me welcome you to my playroom.
Please step over here, and we shall begin your punishment.'

    They stepped over to the closet doors.  He opened them to revile a huge
assortment of ropes, chains, cuffs, straps, and various other restraining
devices.  Marcy stared at the collection.

    'I hope you don't mind me placing you into bondage.' He said.

    So this was his secret.  He was heavily into bondage.  That's why he made
her say all the promises, why they met so privately.  All the doors and locks.
Suddenly, everything came into a new light.  This private man suddenly made
sense.

    He pulled several strands of rope out of the closet and instructed her to
follow him.  He led her over to a wooden post.  The post was about seven feet
high, and about eight inches thick.  The surface was as smooth as glass.

    She was told to stand with her back to the post and her arms around it.  He
tied her wrists together very snugly.  Her ankles were next, tied together, and
a rope passing around the support, as were her knees.  More rope was passed
around her waist and chest.  Lastly, he took one very long strand, and starting
at her ankles, wound the rope up her body and around the post, securing the
ends behind her.

    Thus satisfied that she was secure, he walked over to the closet to
retrieve another article.  Marcy tested her ropes, seeing how good her masters
work was.  She struggled for a moment with no success.  For soft as these ropes
were, there was no give in them.  Greenfield walked back over to her with a red
scarf in his hand.  He smiled at her as she struggled.  She stopped as he
approached.

    'Go ahead.  Struggle as much as you like.  That's all part of this.  If you
free yourself, then I didn't do my part well enough.  Of course, It's my part
to keep you in there.'

    Marcy felt that little inch inside of her again.  She knew that if her kept
this up, she was going to be in heat before long.

    He walked behind her. 'I know you promised not to speak until asked to, but
lest not take any chances.'  He told her to open her mouth and gagged her with
the scarf.  As he tied the ends behind her head, she realized the scarf was
made of silk.  She thought to herself if she had to be gagged, at least it was
with something as sensual as silk.
    He stepped around and looked at his prisoner.  She was indeed lovely.  He
watched her struggle in her restraints and listened to the soft sounds she
made.  Never before had he have such a woman in such a situation.  For several
minutes, he indulged in his pleasure.

    She also was watching him.  She knew that he was enjoying her struggle in
the ropes, and heard her muffled moans.  She played it up for him.  Twisting a
little more than she could.  But didn't make it seem she wanted to escape all
to much.  The fact was, she was liking this as much as he was.  This was
something new to her.

    Finally he spoke. 'I'm going to leave you for a while.  But do not worry.
I'll be very near by.  I'll be back soon.'

    She knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.  She also knew this
was what her punishment was all about. First to get her excited, then leave her
to squirm in it.  As a bonus, he got a sexy prisoner to do whatever he wished.

    He left the room, and she was all alone.  Again she tried to free herself,
but with no avail.  He definitely knew what he was doing.  She felt that he was
somewhere near by, watching her in her problem.

    As the moments passed, she grew more and more excited.  The thoughts of his
return were running through her mind.  What would he do.  Would he return to
ravish her, or to leave her in her excitement.  Maybe it would be hours before
he returned.

    This wasn't the first time she had been tied up for a man.  Though she
didn't do it on a regular basis, she had done it enough to know a few of the
finer points of the game.  She thought back to her initial experience.

    The first time was a few weeks before her seventeenth birthday.  She was
with her best friend, Kelly, over at Chuck's apartment, who was Kelly's
boyfriend.  Kelly was only six months older than her, but Chuck was twenty-two.

    Marcy had wondered what it was that made Kelly so interested in Chuck.  He
wasn't too good looking, didn't have a lot of money, and wasn't real friendly.
So she asked her friend what it was.  At first, Kelly didn't know if she could
tell the truth.  But after an double oath of silence, she confessed.

    'It's what we do together. Or should I really say, what he does to me.'

    'What do you mean?  Great sex or something?'

    'Well...it's like this.  He have a kinda strange relationship.  He loves to
have sex, really we both do.  But he likes it best when I'm somehow tied up and
unable to get free.  To be honest, I do to.'

    'What??'

    'Really.  He ties me up, naked of course, and does whatever he wants to me.
Sometimes, he puts me across his knee and spanks my ass for being naughty.
Other times, I can't move as he goes down on me again and again.  It's really
is fun.
    Kelly talked about the things her boyfriend would do to her and the effects
it had on her.  She then showed her some of the gadgets and how they were
used.  Kelly even put on a pair of handcuff on Marcy to show how they worked.

    'And you really get into this stuff and enjoy it, huh.'

    'Yep.  I always get so excited when we play.  Especaily if we play some
kind of game, like the kidnapped cheerleader.  He says that was always one of
his fantasies in school.

    'Sounds like it could be fun, if you are willing to really try it'.  Marcy
remarked.

    It was then that Kelly decided that Marcy should really try it for
herself.  She said that maybe she would enjoy the feelings it gave her, and
make her orgasm like she did.  Marcy decided to give it a test run.  Why not.
Chuck wouldn't be home for a few hours yet.  Might be something worth it.

    At first, Kelly tied Marcy up in a few different ways.  but it wasn't
really exciting.  Neither of them were into lesbianism, and didn't want to try
it.  But Marcy did admit she couldn't see all the excitement in it.  But then
they hit upon an idea.

    They got on the phone and called Marcy's boyfriend, Chris.  They told him
to come over to the apartment right away for a big surprise.  They both got
ready for his arrival.

    When Chris got there, he was greeted at the door by Kelly.  All Kelly was
wearing was her low cut sweater and bikini panties.  Her wrists and ankles were
in cuffs, and a leather collar was around her neck, with a chain pulling her
wrists up her back.  Chris was spellbound as he looked at her.

    She told him to come in and lead him to the bedroom, explaining that she
was to escort him to his surprise.  He was told that he may do whatever he
wished but not to release his present.  She opened the door and told the
confused boy to enter and enjoy.

    He entered the room to find Marcy striped naked on the bed.  Her wrists
were circled by leather cuffs and chained to the headboard.  Her legs were in a
spreader bar, and chained in the middle to the bed.  And her mouth was stuffed
with a huge ball gag, held in by a thin strap buckled around her head.  She
twisted and turned on the bed, showing her boyfriend how much she wanted him.

    Kelly again prompted him to go ahead, but he hesitated for a moment.  Kelly
saw the confusion in the boy and asked Marcy if she was truly going along with
all of this.  Marcy grunted into her gag and nodded her head in approval.
Kelly closed the door behind herself, and released herself from her bonds.

    Marcy body was erotically violated for over an hour.  Though she came only
once, she did thoroughly enjoy this new sensation.  For some strange reason,
Chris and Marcy never again play bondage.  Maybe Chris didn't really know what
it was all about, or he was scared of it.
    The whole time she was reminiscing, Marcy had been twisting and squirming
her body against the ropes that held her.  She came out of her dream when she
heard the door open.  Greenfield entered the room and locked the door behind
him.  He was being very careful not to let anyone know what was going on this
night.

    He didn't speak a word, but untied her and directed her over to the tubular
rack.  He went to the closet and retrieved several long strands of rope.  Going
back over to the tubular rack, and ordered Marcy to standing inside the frame
of the rack.  He tightly tied her right wrist over her head and to the side
support of the rack.  Her left wrist received the same treatment.  She was told
to spread her legs.  She obeyed, and her ankles were tied to the rack.

    He held up a red ball gag to her.  'This will be a little uncomfortable for
you, but I don't think you'll complain too much about it.'  Without asking, she
parted her lips to received the ball into her mouth.  He tied the ends behind
her head.  It was a snug fit that kept her jaws pried apart.

    He checked the ropes once more, ran his hands down the sides of her body a
few times, and left the room, again locking the doors behind him.  Once again,
she was alone with her own thoughts.

    She struggled in the rope, but soon surrendered the idea of escape.  She
still felt that itch between her legs, and it was growing even stronger.  She
knew it would be a long time before he might take care of that.  The thought of
being unreleaved just got her more excited as the minutes passed.

    Her mind began to wonder again.  It was Mark who last had done the honer of
binding her. As they went out to the stable one night, he told her he wanted to
do something a little different. When the got there, he instructed her to strip
off her cloths.  When she was standing naked before him, he bound her hands
behind her back.  He proceeded to played with her bound body for a several
minutes.  Unable to resist he actions just made her all the more stimulated.

    She was then placed on her knees and ordered to 'suck the skin off' of his
hard-on.  He pumped his manhood in and out of her hungry mouth for several
minutes, moaning in pleasure the whole time before he felt his cum boiling up
in his balls.  After he came all over her face and chest, he laid her down on
the straw, tied her spread legs to the posts, and licked her cunt into an
orgasm.  They finish with Mark replacing his tongue with his dick and screwed
her silly.  It was one of the most wild, erotic experiences she had ever had.

    It was over an hour before Greenfield returned to his prisoner.  Marcy was
hoping then he might release her and impose his will on her.  Instead, he
ordered her into the dressing room for a change of attire.  She would find her
new outfit on the closet.

    This time, her outfit was a black satin bussler, zipped in the front, with
garter straps, lace G-string and matching black stockings.  But instead of
shoes, there were a pair of gold toed, ankle high boots with spiked heels of
gold.  She thought the boots were a strange thing to ware with lingerie.  But
she knew she had no choice in the matter.
    She took off her white outfit.  As she hung it up, she noticed that her
maids cloths were gone.  'Now why would he take it?' she wondered.  But then
she thought why worry about it.  It was going to be some time before she was
going to need it again.

    Comparing the two, she deemed the white one was better for romance.
Something to ware when she wanted to be all woman, and let her man know it.
But the black one was better suited for intense sex.  To let her man know he
was about to get it, but good.  Maybe Greenfield had the same thoughts.

    She pulled on the teddy.  Again it was a perfect fit, although the style of
this one was designed to be tighter than the other.  But it still was very
attractive.  She pulled on the stockings and snapped them into the garters.
The boots also fit just right, but again were very high.  She walked on them
for a moment to get the feel of them.  Evidently Greenfield like women in high
heels, and the higher the better.
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