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    After several minutes of closeness, he finally let her explode.  She came
as long and hard as the night before.  She tensed her body as the wave rolled
over her body.  Then it finally calmed again, as she lay limp on the soft
sheets.

    Greenfield stopped for a moment.  Again his fingers gently glided over her
soft skin.  The girl was breathing fast and deep, recovering from her ordeal.
But it wasn't long before she released she was getting excited again.
Greenfield was again playing with her nipples and clit.  She felt the itch
return, and began to squirm again.  She never got this excited so quickly after
and orgasm.

    His touch got her hot once more.  What a talent her had for it.  But this
time, she wanted him deep inside of her.  She wanted to feel his body slam into
hers as he pumped in and out of her.  She wanted him like no man ever before.

    Greenfield stood up.  Marcy was worried he was going to leave again.  But
instead of leaving, he slowly removed his shirt.  She got more and more excited
as she did a slow striptease.  She loved his muscular body, his chest, his legs
and tight waist.

    At last, he was down to his black bikini brief.  Marcy could see the huge
bulge in them, and wanted to see the true thing.  He slowly pulled of the brief
to reveal his manhood to her.  It was long and firm, and it stood hard like a
pole.

    He gently stroked it, and it grew even larger.  Marcy wanted do badly to be
doing it herself.  Her twisted and turned as much as the leather would give.
She grunted and groaned into her gag, leading him to shove it into her.

    He crawled on top of her and pressed her hardon onto her excited clit.  He
slowly moved his body on top of body, dry humping her.  Marcy returned as much
as she could.  She could feel her orgasm building to monster proportions.

    He then lifted up and slowly pushed is cock into her.  He did it so slowly,
that she wondered if it was too big to fit inside her.  At last her was totally
in her, and the tip seemed to touch bottom.  Marcy moaned deeply as her pushed
it in a little harded.  He squirmed it inside of her, driving her wild.

    He strokes started long and slow.  He wanted to savor this for as long as
possible.  Marcy too wanted it to last.  But with each stroke, he got a little
faster, and she moved her hips a little more each time.

    Finally, they were at full speed.  He was ramming in to her, and she was
bucking like wild.  Her muffled grunts and groans mixed with his, as they both
were heading toward their climaxes.

    The wave of pleasure shot through Marcy's body.  She tensed her body as it
shook her.  Within a few seconds of starting, Greenfield rammed deep inside of
her and shot a huge load of cum deep into her.  He pushed in deeper as the cum
poured out of him.  At last, they were through.

    He laid on top of her, his softening dick still inside her.  He pulled the
ball out of her mouth, and pressed his lips onto hers.  They kissed hard and
passionately for several minutes.  Their bodies pressing into one another,
trying to become one.

    Within minutes, Marcy noticed that he was hard again, and was slowly
starting to hump again.  He stopped after a minute, and pulled out, much to
Marcy's disappointment.

    But is only for a moment.  He untied the rope for the ball gag.  He then
moved down to her ankles, unbuckled the belts and pulled them off of her legs.
Lastly, her wrists were freed from the straps.  He then laid down on the bed
next to her.  Again their mouths met.  This time, Marcy could return all the
favors he had bestowed upon her.
    Her hands stroked his chest as his caressed her hips.  Her fingers wrapped
around his cock, as his played with clit.  He both were breathing hard.  His
lips kisses and sucked her nipples as she ran her fingers through his hair.

    She rolled him onto his back, and moved her head down to his groins.  She
licked the tip of is head, and tasted his cum.  She kissed the shaft, and
finally took the whole thing into her mouth.  She loved to give men head.  She
almost got off on it as much as they did.

    After a few minutes, she pulled her up to him, and she straddled his hips.
They humped for a few minutes, as the kissed deeply.  She them moved up, and he
slid his rod inside of her.  They fucked for a few moments with her on top if
him.  Even though she was in the superior position, he still controlled the
situation.  They moved well together, as they moaned and groaned.

    He then rolled them over, and was on top again.  She rapped her legs around
him and squeezes tight.  They fucked faster and faster.  Their sweat covered
bodies mashing into one another.  They rolled from side to side on the sheets.

    She felt his body tighten up, and him ram into her.  Just as he shot his
second load, she felt her climax hit.  She screamed out with delight as he
grunted out his.  Again the matched the orgasm together.  Within a couple of
minutes, they were exhausted, with him laying on top of her.

    After a few more minutes, the rolled over, pulled up the sheets, and
cuddled together.  Marcy sighed continently as her held her in his arms.  For
several minutes, neither of them spoke a word.

    'May I speak, sir.' she dared asked.

    'Of course you may.'

    'If this is punishment, I hope I'm in detention for life.'

    'Discipline has many forms.  This happens to be my favorite.'

    'It's mine now.'  She hugged him tightly.  She felt strangely  content and
safe in his arms.  Not since she was a little girl and her father's hugged her
to drive the night creeps away had she such feelings.  He felt happy.

    'Say' he said after a few moments, 'how would you like to get out and do a
little shopping.'

    She giggled a bit. 'But I thought my term isn't up yet.'

    'Call it a work release program, if you want.'

    'Oh yes, sir, but I hope you are coming with me?'

    'Of course.  You can't leave without a guard.'

    They got up out of the bed.  It was the she realized one small problem.
    'What am I going to ware.  I don't think this is appropriate streetwear.
And I don't know where my uniform went to.'

    'I feel it's appropriate myself. In fact, it's perfect, but not practical.
We can't have men falling all over you.  But it's already covered.  You'll find
proper attire in the dressing room.'

    A complete change of cloths was waiting for her.  A white blouse, tight
blue jeans, pantyhose, bra, white high heels and matching purse.  By someway,
everything she had worn in the past 36 hours has fit better than her own
cloths.

    She met him the the playpen.  He had changed into blue jeans and cowboy
boots.  'A prisoner should be shackled if they leave the jail.  But I think
handcuffs will do.'  She held out her wrist, and he snapped them on her.
Having her secured, they walked out the door to the garage.

    'I gave the help the day off, except of Wayne.'  Wayne was the butler, and
the head of the staff.  He had been with the master for years.

    'Why Wayne, Mr. Greenfield.'

    He's the only one I trust.  He knows all about my little quirks, except for
you now.  He also helped me construct the room, and furnish it.  In return, he
and his wife us it on occasion, with my permission.

    'Does he know about me?'

    'No.  He knows there is someone here, but doesn't know who.  He's upstairs,
and will not pry into this affair.  All and all, he's a very good man.'

    'He must be. sir.'

    He stopped them at the garage door.  'For the rest of the weekend, you
don't need to call me sir.  You know my name is Ronald.  Use that, or Ron, if
you like.  I really hate formalities.'  He smiled at the girl.  She knew that
she didn't have to worry about anything.

    'I like Ronald.  It's a handsome name.' she stated.

    They walked into the garage.  'I don't think we need these for a while.
But I'll hang on to them in case you get jumpy.'  He unlocked the cuffs from
her wrists.

    'Which car do you like to take?'  he asked.

    Greenfield was a car buff, and had several.  A few imports, a Caddy, and a
couple old muscle cars from the late sixties.

    Marcy walked over to the little red Mersadies Bends convertible.  'I always
wanted to drive around on a country road, doing about ninety, in a little car
like this.  Could we take this one.  At least I can say I've been in one'

    'If you like.  Maybe we can make your dream come true.'
    They jumped in, put the top down, and took off.  I wasn't a long drive to
the mall, but it became one.  The went out onto the highway, and opened it up
to 100 MPH.  It was a warm afternoon, and the breeze blew through their hair.

    The got to the mall about an hour later.  The shopped around for a while
before the got to the shoe store.  Marcy saw a pair of red spiked heels, with
ankle straps.

    'Do you like those?' he asked.

    'Yes, I do.  I'm sure you do too.'

    'You've guessed I like high heels on a woman.  I think the make a woman
truly a woman.  Men can have long hair, and can dress more feminine, but heels
a strictly a ladies item.'

    'Why's that?'

    'The make the leg look longer, and leaner.  There's also something sexy
about them.  But you must thing I'm strange.'

    'Oh no.  Not at all.  I completely agree with you.  I love heels, but never
really ware them.  I don't think I have the legs for them.'

    'Oh shit.' he said 'What woman thinks she does?  A woman is either never
satisfied with herself, or she is so conceded, no one is good enough for her.
My dear, you look sensational in heels, and everything else you ware.  I happen
to believe that you are a most attractive woman.'

    She was speechless.  He had never been given such complements, and she was
deeply flattered.  Not knowing what to say, she looked into the case at she
shoes.

    'Would you like them?' he asked

    'Yes, I would.  But I can't afford them.'

    'No, but I can.'

    'Oh no.  I can't let you do that.  That's not fair.'

    'Why do you thing I brought you here.  I intend to spoil you rotten.  This
is only the start, and it continues in line with my plans.  Like I said, there
are many forms of punishment.  Are you coming with in with me, or do I have to
buy them without you trying them on?'

    At first she wasn't sure if she should protest more or not.  But she felt
his air of mastery.  If he wants her to have it, one way or another, she will.
The went into the store.  She tried them on and fell in love with them.  Again
she offered to help pay, but he wouldn't hear of it.

    The went into another store and he bought her a red silk blouse.  Again her
protested, but gave in to him.
    'I told you once, and I'll tell you again, it's all part of the plan, and
you will have it, one way or another.'

    They proceeded next to a leather shop.  She stopped out side the door.

    'Really, Ronald.  This is too much.  I like leather cloths, but I don't
want you to spent all your money on me.  It makes me feel cheap or something.

    'Listen to me.  First of all, I have enough money, but no one to spend it
on.  I like to spoil people.  I gives me pleasure, and something to do.
Second, you're not asking for it, nor expecting it.  So, your not cheap or
something.  And third, I want to, and I want you to have it.  Besides, I like a
woman in leather and silk.'

    'That too much.  I can't let you buy everything in the place for me.
Besides, where am I going to ware all of this stuff.'

    'Out to dinner with me tonight at Club Roger, then dancing at the Outrage,
if you must know.'

    'Are you serious?' she asked.

    'Serious as a heart attack.  Remember, spoiled rotten.  Come on now, in we
go.  We have to get a move on.  Hup, two, three, four.'

    He had her try on a white leather miniskirt.  The smell of leather, and the
way it moves on a body really turned her on.  She came out of the dressing room
and showed her master.  He smiled, and nodded in approvement.  She changed and
came out.  Ronald was over by the leather jackets.  He held up a red one.

    'Try this on.  I think it will be a good fit.'

    She slipped in on, snapped it closed and tied the sash  'Well?'

    'Very nice.  Take a look for yourself.'  He pointed to a mirror.

    'Oh.  I love it.' She said turning around and looking at the back.  She
looked at the price tag on the cuff. 'Ronald, are you sure?'

    'Yes, I'm sure.  Discipline comes in many forms.  I happen to like this
form, not to mention, your form.  You also need a purse to go with it.'

    They took the skirt, jacket and purse up to the register and payed for
them.  The counter girl put them in boxes and bags, and the left the store.
When they were outside the store, she stopped and turned to him.

    'I guess I should thank you for all of this.  I never had anyone do so much
for me.'

    'No thanks are necessary.  I just hope you enjoy them all, and tonight.'

    'With you, I know I will'
    The went out to the car.  The air was still warm, but he pulled the top
up.  He then opened the glove box, and pulled out hand and legcuffs.

    'You were a little to disagreeable in there.  I'm afraid you must ware
these home.'

    'I was a bad girl.'  she joked as he locked her wrists behind her back, and
locked her legs together.  He started the car and drove off.  This time, he
went strait home.

    The whole time, the girl struggled in the chains.  She fantasized that he
picked her hitchhiking.  He said he would give her a ride only if she agreed to
be handcuffed during the drive.  Of course she played it out that half way
through the drive, he stopped the car and proceeded to give her a lesion on not
thumbing for rides.

    Her dream didn't come true.  Soon they were pulling up the drive to the
estate and in the garage.  He unlocked her ankles, but kept her wrists
together.  They went into the house and back to the playpen.

    'Since you weren't the model prisoner,' he said, 'I an afraid that you must
be put into solitary confinement for a while.'

    'Yes sir, warden.' she replied.  He removed her cuffs and ordered her to
strip her cloths off.  When she was naked, she was commended to lay on the bed,
face down.

    He pulled her wrists behind her back and tied and clinched them tightly
with lots of rope.  Her ankles were then roped together in a similar manner.
He then attached a length of rope to her wrists, bent her legs, and tied the
other end to her ankles.  She laid on the bed in a very tight hog-tie.

    She rolled around an the bed for a few moments, trying to get loose.  She
grunted and groaned as she tried to loosed her ropes.  Greenfield looked at her
struggled.  The both knew that she wasn't going to get loose.

    He shoved a cloth into her mouth and held it in place with another one tied
around her head.  Her groans were muffled as she continued to fight the bonds.
He collected her cloths, and left the room.

    She laid on the bedspread, rolling and turning around, trying to free
herself.  She really didn't want to get loose, but it was fun to try.  Soon her
body was getting hot and sweaty.  Was the room getting warmer, or was she
getting hot from her struggles.

    Marcy struggled for quite some time before she was exhausted.  She felt her
body begin to ache.  But she still relished the ropes that held her.  She felt
herself getting sleepy.  She never had slept when she had been tied up.  But
then again, she never had been tied up in so many different ways, with so many
different restraints, for so long.  She closed closed her eyes and gave in to
sleep.
    She awoke to find her body covered with sweat.  During her nap, she had
horny dreams about being tied and ravished by several men.  She then noticed
Greenfield sitting in the chair, watching her.  She again started to struggle
as her got up and came over to her.

    He untied her ankles form the wrists, and then removed the ropes around her
ankles.  He spoke to her in soft, erotic words.

    'I've been watching you.  Did you have dirty little dreams?  You must have,
because your body is wet and your ass is twitching.  Your ass is so soft and
firm.  You like it touched, don't you.  Does this feel good too?' he said as
his fingers explored her and played with her clit.  Marcy moaned into her gag.

    Within a moment, she was hot with desire.  Greenfield knew it, and was
horny himself.  He dropped his pants, climbed on top of her and rammed his rod
into her.  His hips ground into her ass.  He rammed into her hard and fast.
Marcy was squirming under him, her orgasm building higher and higher.  She
raised her ass up, trying to get him in deeper.

    It was several minutes before he felt his climax building up.  He moved his
sweat covered body faster and faster as it got closer.  Marcy released her
orgasm, groaning through her gag.  Greenfield knew it, and it made him all the
more excited.

    Marcy couldn't wait for him to explode inside her.  She wanted to feel his
load rush into her.  Greenfield held it back for as long as her could.  When he
shot, it was like a dam had burst.  He mounded loudly, plunging himself into
her deep.  Marcy arched herself, trying to let it deep inside her, and moaned
deeply.  It seemed like he pumped in more and more each time.

    He didn't move for a moment, letting the feeling of relief flow over him.
He then pulled himself off her and pulled on his cloths.  Marcy expected him to
release her, but instead he tied her ankles together, untied her wrists, rolled
her limp body over, and retied her wrists together. He then attached her wrists
to the head board, her ankles to her footboard, and left the room.

    For a few moments, she was upset.  Why didn't her untie her and lay next to
her.  She wondered if she was really just a good lay for him.  But then she
remembered what this was all about.  She was being punished.  He had his plan,
and she had to follow it.  She knew that she was more that just a good time.
She felt in her heart that she was falling for him, and would do whatever her
wanted.  This was what he wanted, and what she deserved.

    She again slept soundly for a while.  She was awoke by the gentle touch of
his hands on her body.  His fingers sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.

    'A nice nap, my love?' he asked as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

    'Yes' she answered, 'I dreamed about you.'

    He united her body.  'It's about time for you to her ready for dinner.
Your cloths are in the dressing room.  Meet me back here.'

    'May I ask you something?'
    'You may.' he answered as he handed her the satin rope.

    'How did you know all these cloths would fit me so well.'

    'I got the sizes from you uniform.  After that, it was very simple.  I did
have to guess on a couple things, but I think I was correct.'

    'It was amazingly correct.  Did you buy it all.'

    'Yes.  I picked everything out for you specially.  And it's all yours to
keep, if you like.'

    'You're too good to me.  I, I don't know how to thank you.'

    'You've thanked me by being here.  Now get along, we have reservations at
seven, and I'm getting hungry.  I can be a real animal when I haven't eaten.'

    'You are already one,'

    He laughed, took her hand, and went with her to the dressing room.  There
he kissed her, and left.

    The hutch and dresser were filled with all the cloths she had worn in the
past day.  A few other outfits were also there, all in her sizes.  What a way
to be punished.

    She showered and cleaned up.  She did her hair and makeup again.  She want
for a more refined look, yet still attractive and sexy.  She took her time,
trying to look her best for him.  She didn't want to have him embarrassed to be
seen with her.  She selected a wonderful soft perfume that she hoped he liked.

    She found a white lacy bar and panties, and matching garter belt.  He
seemed to like that Victorian look in lingerie.  She wasn't quite sure what
stockings to ware.  Red would be too much, and white didn't quite seem to fit.
She then found the perfect choice.  She chose the ever traditional seamless tan
stockings.  They were of pure silk and so smooth.  She gently glided them on,
and gently moaned.  The felt so good against her skin.

    She slipped on a white pair of heels and stood in front of the mirror.
Though she never was a real fan of garter belts, stockings, and lingerie
before, she was now.  There was something special about it.  It made her feel
so feminine and attractive.  And the heels brought it out in her.  Greenfield
was right about that.  Next week, she was going out and buy some new outfits
for herself.

    She finished getting dressed.  She slipped on the silk blouse and leather
skirt.  She was afraid her new shoes were going to kill her feet.  But they
were soft and flexible.  She walked comfortable in them.  She put on her gold
necklace, grabbed her purse, took one last glance in the mirror, and was about
to go back to the playpen when she noticed a little jewerly box on the table
addressed to her, labeled "To be worn tonight".

    She opened it to find a beautiful gold ankle braclet that matched her gold
necklace.  It shined in the light as she put in on her right ankle.
    Greenfield was already in the playpen when she got there, reading a leather
bound book.  He was waring black slacks, white shirt, a tweed jacket and
leather shoes.  He put the book down as she approached.  She turned on her
heels, and gave him a fashion show.

    'Do you like it?' she asked

    'Yes.  I like it very much.  You look ravishing my dear.'

    'I hope I wouldn't dissappoint you.'

    'The only way you could do that is if you didn't wish to go with me.  Shall
we go.'

    She thanked him for the present.  "No thanks needed.  Just enjoy it" he
said as he held out his arm and the left the room, arm in arm.

    The went to the garage and got into the caddy.  It has smoked windows,
power sunroof, and every option they made.  On the set was a single red rose.
He didn't say a word about it, but Marcy held it the whole time they drove to
the restaurant.

    The place was a kind of casual elegance.  Most of the men were waring
jackets, and a few had ties.  The women ranged from long formal to overly tight
jeans.  Marcy was worried she would look out of place, but soon relaxed.  The
host was a tall blond woman who was the most poised woman Marcy every had
seen.  She warmly welcomed them and lead them to their table.

    The waiter was the one Greenfield requested.  He got them their drinks and
described the chefs creations.

    'This is the best place in town for a steak.'  Greenfield said. 'Also the
prime rib is excellent

    'It all looks so good.' she said looking at the outragous prices. 'I don't
know what to have.'

    'Do you mind of I ordered for us?'

    'Please do.'

    'We'll both have the surf and turf, done medium, and a bottle of Red Wine.'

    'Excellent choice, Mr. Greenfield.' the waiter said.  'I'll be back in a
moment with your salads.'

    'I never had lobster before.' Marcy stated.

    'Well, then, you are in for a treat.'

    Suddenly, a short, stout man walked up to the table.

    'Greenfield,' he said almost shouting, 'Ronald Greenfield.  How the hell
are you old boy.'
    'Well hello James.  It has been a while'  Greenfield replied, shacking his
hand.