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    'Oh, it's been almost a year since I saw you last.'

    'You're looking very fit.'

    'Lost twenty pounds on one of those Califorina diets.  Never felt better.'
He turned to Marcy.  'But who is this lovely creature.'

    'Excuse my manners.  James Rolland, meet Miss Marcy Hughes.  James and I
are old friends.'

    'How do you do, Mr. Rolland.' she said holding up her hand.

    'Oh, James, please.  The pleasure in all mine.'

    Greenfield gave Marcy an approving glance and nod.  She knew she just
passed the society test.

    'Come join Racial and I for dinner.  We have much to talk about.'

    Marcy was worried.  What would she have to say to rich upper classes.  What
did she have in common.  But Ronald took care of it for both of them.

    'I sorry, James, but I must decline.  We came for a quiet little dinner.  I
sure you understand.'

    'Now don't tell me you're going to keep this lovely lady away from us and
captive all to yourself?'

    'Yes, that is my idea.'  He shot Marcy a quick smile.  She got the joke.
His captive, all to himself.

    'Oh, well.  Our loss.'  He looked at her with a lust in his eye.  She could
tell the man was undressing her with his eyes.  Marcy just accepted it as a
complement.  'Don't keep the boy up all night.  He needs his rest.  A pleasure
Miss.'  he shook her hand.

    'Nice to have meet you.' She replied

    The two men shook hands, said a word of salutation, and Mr. James Rolland
waddled off to his table.

    'Thank you for not accepting his offer of dinner.' she said

    'Marcy.  The old man is a coot, and to be perfectly honest, a jerk.  He
came over here not to see an old friend, but to impress the rest of the place.
He wants everyone in here to think he's some kind of hot shot.  And, more than
likely, would have made a play for you right in front of his wife.  I hope you
really didn't want him to maul you under the table.'

    'It's not that.  It's just I don't know how to act around these people.
I'm not that sophisticated
    'I understand what you are saying, but you don't have to do an act.  You
don't need to be fake like the rest of these people.  Just be yourself.  Make
them fall for you like you are, like I have.  As for sophistication, you have
plenty of that, more than these fakers.'

    'But I don't fit in.  We have different experiences and backgrounds.'

    'You fit in better than you think.  See that woman sitting over there with
the tight blue dress.' he pointed to a table across the room.  'That's Lucy
Palmer.  Before she met Palmer, she claimed she was an actress.  But in
reality, she was a stripper at a low class joint.  Palmer came in one night,
they played nookie in the back, and whammo, she's got him hooked.  Two months
later, they're married.  She married old man Palmer for the money, and has
cheap little affairs on the side when he's at work or out of town.'

    'You're making that up.' she replied.

    'Nope.  Every word of it is true.  She made a play for me one night, at a
party I was giving, right under the old man's nose.'

    'What did she do?'

    'She asked me if I could tell he all about foreplay.  What a line.  I told
her to consult Websters.'

    Marcy giggled.  'You didn't.'

    'I sure did.  Since then she hasn't spoke a word to me, which is no great
loss, I assure you.  And the real kicker of it, she can't say a word to the old
man.  It must drive her crazy.'

    'I don't believe it.  Your making up every word of it.'

    'I give you my word, it's the honest truth.  I could give you a dozen
stories similar to it.  So you see, the social circle is in no way, shape, or
form and better and anyone else.'

    Marcy felt better.  If the stories were true, then she could fit in without
any problem.  If they weren't, then it meant Ronald didn't care if she didn't
fit.  All he wanted was for her to be comfortable.

    The dinner was excellent, and the conversation was enjoyable.  They left
for the night club.  As they drove, Marcy felt comfortable with this man.  He
was warm, sensitive, and kind.  Something was kindled in her heart, a feeling
she never had before.

    They arrived at the club, and were escorted to the best table in the
house.  The music was loud, and the lights were low.  They ordered drinks, and
danced away the night.  Greenfield was a good dancer.  He knew how to move his
body to the music.  Marcy was good too.  They danced well together.

    At about two o'clock, they left the bar.  The car was pulled up for them by
a Spanish man with a heavy accent.  Greenfield gave him a tip, and they drove
off.
    Marcy felt his hand close around hers.  She didn't pull it away.

    'I had a wonderful time.' she said.

    'I did too.' he replied. 'It was the company.'

    They drove the rest of the way in silence.

    Back at the house, the walked in together, with his arm around her waist.

    'Does this mean the work release program is over.?' she asked.

    'For tonight.  You did miss curfew.'

    'Then I better pay the price for it.' she said.  Marcy turned around and
placed her wrists behind her back.  Greenfield pulled out a pair of handcuffs
and locked her wrists.

    'Back to my cell, I assume'

    'You assume correctly' he replied.  The red ball gag was placed in her
mouth, he tied the ends, and led her to the playpen.

    They entered the room.  Marcy turned to face her master.  Greenfield threw
a large pillow in front of her.

    'Get on your knees.' he ordered.  Marcy dropped to the floor and knelt on
the cushion.  He opened her jacket and pulled it down off of her.  It bunched
around her wrists.  He knelt behind her and carefully unlocked her right wrist,
pulled the jacket off her arm, and relocked the cuff.  He then did the same
procedure with her other arm.  Her jacket was laid in the chair.

    Greenfield walked behind her and locked her left ankle in a legcuffs.  He
looped the other end around the chain of the handcuffs and locked the other end
on her right ankle.  Thus she was loosely hog-tied.

    Marcy struggled for a moment.  The cold steel held her extremely tightly.
She looked at her master and saw the big bulge in his pants.  For several
minutes, she squirmed and grunted as she stood by looking on.

    She wasn't surprised at his next action.  In fact she expected it.  He
stood in front of her, and open his pants.  His freed rod sprang out.  He held
it with one hand, slowly stroking it for several minutes.  It seemed to grow
bigger with each moment.  Marcy jabbered through her gag, telling him not to
tease her and how much she wanted to suck on it.

    'Now it's your turn to please me.' he said.

    He pulled the gag out of her mouth, and replaced it with his cock.  She
hungerly took it in and started to pump on it.  He pulled it out of her.

    'Slowly.  Don't rush it.  That way we make it last longer.'
    He slowly inserted it back into her mouth.  Marcy gently moved her lips
over the shaft.  She was excited, and wanted to really go down on him, but knew
he would just pull it out again if she did.  Inch by inch, his manhood moved in
and out of her.

    She tried to speed up, but again he pulled it out and warned her to slow
down.  The problem was she was very excited now, and wanted him to explode in
her mouth.

    The minutes went on.  Bit by bit, she moved faster.  Greenfield didn't pull
away.  He stood there, with his hands playing with her hair.  He moaned softly,
and Marcy moaned herself.

    Soon she was pumping on him like mad.  She wanted it, and he wasn't going
to stop her.  She knew he was close when he groaned aloud.  She took it in as
far as she could, and prepared for the flood.  Greenfield held his hands on
her, pushing in farther, and shot his cum.  She quickly swallowed down every
drop he gave her.

    There seemed no end to it all.  Marcy was amazed at the amount of cum he
shot.  This was his fourth time today, and he still shot more than most men do
on there first.

    When he had finally stop shooting, he pulled himself out and pulled up his
pants.  He then replaced the ball back in her mouth and unlocked the legcuffs.
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed.  He unlocked the handcuffs,
pulled the gag out of her mouth, and ordered her to strip off her cloths.

    She stood up, and did a slow striptease for him.  Each button on the blouse
took it's own sweet time.  She slowly slid the leather skirt off her wiggling
ass.  Her bra and panties also delightfully drag on.  At last, when she was
down to her garter belt and stockings, he stopped her.

    She was ordered onto the bed.  Her wrists were tied together in front of
her with lots of soft white rope, then attached to the headboard.  Her ankles
were also roped loosely together, and tied to the footboard.  A soft white
cloth served as a gag.

    'My dear, you looked very lovely tonight.  I never had the pleasure of
escorting someone as ravishing as you.' He kissed her on the head.  'Until
tomorrow, sleep well.'  He covered her up with the comforter, turned down the
lights, and left the room.

    Marcy laid awake for a few minutes.  She knew the rope was meant to tell
her that he was still in control, and everything was according to his will.
Still, she felt she meant more to him than just a wild fantasy.  The rope was
just a reminder to her to keep in line for the rest of the weekend.  But maybe
tomorrow, she could have one of her fantasies acted out.  She fell asleep, with
visions of him doing all sorts of wonderfully wild things to her tomorrow.


    She awoke in the morning refreshed and happy.  She rolled around as far as
her ropes would let her in the satin sheets.  They were so comfortable to sleep
on, and felt so good against her skin.
    Greenfield returned to the room carrying a small tray.  This he set next to
the bed, and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.  He leaned over,
pulled the gag out of her mouth, and passionately kissed her.  She was ready
for another love making session.  But instead, he gave his orders for the
morning.

    'I brought you something to eat.' he said as he untied the ropes on her
wrists.  'The door to the dressing room is open.  I'll be back in two hours.
Be waring only a black garter belt, stockings, and heels.  Understand?'

    Marcy nodded as he untied the last of the rope from her wrists.  He stood
up, and left the room.

    Marcy's breakfast consisted of muffins, fruits, and juice.  He ate quickly
because she was hungry.  After she was finished, she sat in bed for a few
minutes, cuddling a pillow.  She wondered what was in store for her today.

    She went to the dressing room and found her cloths.  The heels were just
like the red ones, and had little ankle straps  In the room, there was
entertainment center with a television and stereo.  She turned on her favorite
station, and got ready for the day.  She showered, dried and styled her hair,
did her makeup, and put on the cloths he requested.

    She didn't know what time it was.  It had to be late morning, or early
afternoon.  For the past few day's time was unimportant to her.  She didn't
even know if it was early or late.  But she didn't care.

    She went back to the playpen.  Greenfield wasn't there, but had been
sometime ago.  The sheets on the bed had been changed to black satin.  The
blankets was gone too.  She laid down on the bed and awaited his return.

    He came back waring tight black leather pants, a black shirt, and carrying
a small bag.  Marcy watched him approach her.  He looked good in black, very
manly

    'Come over here.' he said.  Marcy got up off the bed and walked over to
him.  He was standing by the pulley setup.  Her wrists were chained together
with a bright silver chain and padlock.  Her wrists were then locked to a loop
on the pully setup.  He started the motor and lifted her wrists above her
head.  He shoved a black penis gag into her mouth and latched the straps behind
her head.  He then spread her legs and locked her ankles into a spreader bar.

    For a moment, he stood back and watched her.  Marcy struggled, trying to
free her wrists from the chains.  He wondered if she really liked to struggle,
or if it was an act.  He then opened his case and took put some kind of plastic
device with leather straps attached.

    'Do you know what this is?' he said as he held it up to her.  Marcy shook
her head.

    'This is the latest in sexual technology.  It's a remote controlled exciter
vibrator.  It so thin and decreet, it can even be worn under clothing.  Let me
show you how it works.'  He walked behind her and talked like a salesman while
he worked.
    'This inserts into the virgina, and this part covers the clitoris.  These
straps hold it in place.  This one goes around the waist like so, these strap
around the thighs, and this one goes from front to back like this.'  He tightly
strapped the thing on her body.  Marcy was wondering how well it worked.

    'As you can see, it was designed to hold snugly in place while you ware
it.'  He held up a small black box that looked like a TV control.  'This is the
remote control.  It has a range of about one thousand feet.  It turns the unit
on and off, and controls the speed of it.  Allow me to demonstrate.'

    He pressed the button.  Immediately she felt the thing slowly vibrating
between her legs.  It didn't make much noise at all, like a bee buzzing far
off.  It was very arousing feeling, like a tongue lightly licking her.  He
pushed the accelerators button and the unit vibrated a little fast.  Her
insides were tickled and her clit was stimulated.

    He kept speeding it up, making it move faster and faster inside her and
over her clit.  Marcy squirmed more, her breathing got faster, and her heart
pounded.  She felt herself burning red hot, and the juices flowing between her
legs.  She sucked on the penis gag like it was a hard cock, ready to shoot it's
load into her.  If he kept this up, it wouldn't be long before she would come.

    She was on the edge of a climax.  He knew she was about to come, and watch
her thrash in her chains and listened to her moan and groan.  As the wave of
pleasure hit her, she closed her eyes and screemed into her gag as she felt
herself let go.  She twisted and turned as her body tensed up.  Within a
moment, it was over, and the unit was lightly buzzing again.

    'You get the idea.'  he said as he took her down from the hook and carried
her over to the bed.  He used soft leather straps to tie her wrists and ankles
to the bedframe in a spread eagle.  He then got something else out of his bag.

    'Now, for the rest of the morning, we'll let you try it out.  See if you
like it.  But it seems to work best when one is in the dark, so here we have
the solution to that.'  He covered her eyes with a black leather blindfold, and
buckled the straps behind her head.  'That's better.  It will give you the full
effect.  I'll leave you alone to enjoy it.'  He turned and left the room.

    Marcy layed on the bed in total darkness, having wave after wave of delight
roll over her.  The minutes seemed like hours.  From time to time, the unit
would speed up, but then slow down.  Sometimes, it would speed up just in time
to make her climax.  Other times it would slow down before she could.  She came
five more times before he returned to the room, almost two hours later.

    The sheets were covered with the sweat from her body.  Marcy was
exhausted.  She just layed there as her removed the vibrator and took of her
shoes.  Greenfield undid the straps, removed the blindfold and gag, covered her
with the top sheet, and left.  Within a few minutes, she was sound asleep.


    Marcy woke up a few hours later.  At first, she didn't see Greenfield was
sitting in the chair watching her.  But he spoke up.

    'Did you have a nice nap?' he asked.
    She nodded her head.

    'You may speak, if you like.'

    'Yes.  After all that, I needed one.'

    'I can imagine.  Tell me, how did you like the little toy?'

    'It was incredible.  I couldn't believe how turned on I was.  I couldn't
rest for one minute before I would start getting excited again.'

    'Good.  I'm glad you liked it.'

    'But' she said softly, 'it's not as good as the real thing.'  She sat up
and put her heels back on.  She then laid back down in a most suggestive
position.  She wanted him, but didn't want to ask for it.

    He took the hint and came over to the bed.  Marcy began to undress him.
Button by button, until his shirt was off.  He played with her legs, slowly
stocking them from her hips to her ankles.  When all he was warning was his
leather jeans, she pushed him down onto the bed and sat onto of his legs.  She
undid the button, and pulled down the fly to reveal his monster prick.

    She pulled his pants off and laid down between his legs.  She laid gentle
kisses up and down his hard shaft.  Her tongue lightly ran the length of it and
teased the tip.  Bit by bit, she took more of him in until at last her lips
were surrounding his cock at the base.

    Greenfield breathing got faster as she moved her mouth faster and faster up
and down his manhood.  He felt himself throbbing inside her.  Her tongue played
with him as her lips pumped his rod.

    At last, he felt his orgasm about to flow.  Marcy knew it, and slowed
down.  Now it was her turn to be the tease.  Each time he got close, she would
slow down and wait until it receded, then speed up again.

    She kept it up for twenty minutes before she let him finally release.  When
he did, he seemed to pump gallons down her throat.  But she swallowed every
drop until he softened.  Proud of herself, she laid beside the master and
listed to his heart beet.  For several minutes, they didn't speak.

    Without a word, he rolled the girl over onto her back, spread her legs, and
moved his mouth down to her lower lips.  He began that great head action he had
done so well before.  Within minutes, Marcy's clit was stimulated, and her
insides were drenched.

    She rolled her ass into the mattress as she felt herself getting closer and
closer to her own orgasm.  She moaned and groaned as his tongue explored her
insides and he kissed her clit.  She felt it about to hit and wonder if he was
going to tease her also.

    But he didn't.  Her body tensed, and she exploded in a wave of pleasure.
Every nerve in her body jumped.  Then it was over, and she was limp on the
bed.  Greenfield slowly and gently kissed her virgina for another minute.
    He then rolled her over and told her to get on her hands and knees.  With
her ass sticking up in the air, he rammed himself into her and began to ravish
her with long, fast, hard stocks.  Marcy squealed with delight, and groaned
with almost every strock.

    Within minutes, the both felt their orgasm building.  Greenfield rammed
even harder, bottoming out inside her.  Marcy dropped her chest to the
mattress, but kept up on her knees.  The groaned together as the rush of
pleasure hit them together and the both released their orgasms.

    When they were through, the fell down on the bed, pulled up the top sheet,
and laid together hugging one another.  They didn't speak a word, relishing the
moment.

    'Do you feel like getting a little something to eat.' he asked after a
while.

    'In a minute.  I don't want to more just yet.'

    After a few more minutes of cuddling together, Marcy went to the dressing
room to put on some cloths.  She found a pair of blue jeans and a bulky
sweater.  She rejoined him in the playpen.  He was waring a pair of jeans and a
polo shirt.  Together, the went to the kitchen and whipped up lunch.

    They made themselves sandwiches and soup.  The conversation was light and
fun.  They joked together, and he even paddled her behind with an egg turner.
The meal was of the same spirit.

    When they finished, they cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher

    'Where's Wayne?' she asked.

    'I gave him the day off.  I thought you might want to be alone today.'

    When they were through, they went over to the den.  This is where
Greenfield spent most of his time.  I was panelled in a dark oak finished,
furnished with a leather couch and chairs, a heavy wooden table and chair set,
and the best entertainment center she ever seen.

    He turned on the receiver to a adult contemporary station.  The acustics
were perfect.  Each note and word could be heard in perfect harmony.

    They sat on the couch, and talked for a while.  He asked her questions
about her past, her family, her schooling.  It seemed to her that he wanted to
know everything about her.  Even when she asked him a question, he would turn
it around in a minute and be talking about her.

    After a couple of hours, he decided she wasn't telling him everything, and
she needed a few minutes in restraints again to help her remember.  She was
told to sit on one of the heavy wooden chairs.  He tied her wrists to the arms
of the chair, and her upper arms to the back.  Her ankles were tied tightly
together and attached to the crossbar.  Her knees were also tied together.  A
final long rope was tied around her chest and waist and to the chair.  When he
was finished, he pulled up a chair in front of her and watched her struggle.
    'Why do you struggle so much when you are tied?' he asked.  'Is it you
don't like it and really want to get free, of is it something else.

    'No' she said. 'I do like it, very much.  It's simply more fun to
struggle.  The more I fight it, the more I know I can't get free.  I makes me
feel more helpless and how I'm under the control of someone.  And it carries
the excitement out more.'

    He liked the answer she gave.  It was what he wanted to hear.

    'Are you going to gag me?' she asked.

    'How can I question you if you cannot speak.' he respond.

    He asked her how she got into bondage, and what her past lovers did for
her.  She told him about the first time, how Kelly showed her, and the first
time it happened.  She told him about a few other times too.  She felt so at
ease with him, she could tell him everything.

    'And what about Mark?' he asked.

    Marcy stopped her struggling and sat there spellbound with her mouth open.
She didn't think he knew about that.

    'Yes' he spoke 'I know about your little trips to the stables.  I over
heard him tell one of the other boys.  He did pay you a great compliment in a
left-handed way.

    'What did he say'  she spoke at last.

    'In a much cruder way, he said you were very good in the hay.  Actually, I
envy him.'

    'Why?'

    'Perhaps I shouldn't say, at least not now.  But what about Mark'

    Marcy could tell he didn't want to talk about it right now.  So she thought
she might ask him a few questions.

    'Oh, nothing really.  He's OK, but kind of a jerk.  He was just there when
I needed..., what I mean is...'

    'I understand.  You don't need to say anymore.' he said as he untied her
from the chair.

    'But that's enough about me.  Tell me somethings about you.'

    'Like what?'  he asked as he led her over to the couch.

    'Tell me about you first time.  How did you get so involved in bondage?'

    He looked at the floor.
    'That's a long, rather complicated story.  If you really want to know, I'll
tell you, but it might make you think of me in another light.'

    'If you don't feel comfortable about it, then please don't.  I don't want
to upset you.'

    He thought for a moment, and then looked deep into her eyes.  He smiled.

    'Perhaps it would be good to talk of it.  I never told anyone about it
before, and since you told me all, I would be a hypocrite if I don't tell you
what you want to know.  But yo must agree to keep it between us alone.'