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    Marcy nodded her head.  Ron sat back and told his story.

    'First off, I'm the only natural child my parents ever had.  Before I was
born, My parents thought they couldn't have children.  Since they wanted kids,
they decided to adopt a child.  But as fate would have it, the very day they
signed the papers for my sister, my mother learned she was pregnant with me.
As a result, my sister, Sandy, is less then a year older than myself.  They
decided they could love two children as much as one, and that they did.  They
never cared for one more than the other.  My sister and I became very close,
and even to this day, we are.

    'Until the time I was twelve, our mother stayed home with us.  But then our
mother decided she wanted to go back to work.  We had no problems with it, and
when we started back for the fall semester, she got herself a job in a
marketing firm, and went to work.  It was strange to come home to an empty
house, but we soon adjusted to it, and carried on.  My sister and I became
rather good cooks because of it.

    'But when the summer vacation came on, that's when things were different.
If it was raining outside, we couldn't go out.  Before we would go to the
museum, or the library.  But now Sandy and I would watch television, or play
together.

    'By now, I was thirteen, and she fourteen.  At that age, you get pretty
cocky.  I guess that had a lot to do with it.  We were watching a movie where
the heroin was tied to a tree and gagged, setting the trap bait for the hero to
walk into.  My sister made a remark that the girl could get free, if she really
wanted to.  One thing led to another, until I made the comment betting her she
couldn't get away either.

    'Oh yeah, I bet I could' she said.  I, of course, replied she couldn't.  So
I told her to put up or shut up.  She agreed to the challenge, and went to the
basement.  I got a piece of rope, and tied her wrist around the support post.

    'She got free in a matter of moments, and proceeded to tell me so.  I said
she got lucky, and couldn't do it again.  Again she accepted, and I retied
her.  This time, I did a much better job, and she couldn't get free.

    This time, she said I got luck, and we were even.  So we made a contest.  I
would tie her five more times.  If she could get out of three, she won and I
would make her lunch for the rest of the week.  But if she didn't, she would do
the same for me.  It turned out, she only got out of one.
    'Well that night, I had trouble sleeping.  I kept thing about what we did,
and how I could improve upon my talents.  I thought of new way of tying her,
some of which were impossible to do.  But the one thing I knew I needed was a
lot more rope to work with, cut into shorter lenghts.

    'The next morning, I got on my bike, and rode down to the hardware store.
I bought two hundred and fifty feet of soft, white rope.  I remembered the
marks the other kind made on her wrists, and I wanted to spare her from that.
I remember standing in line, thinking everyone knew why I was buying this
stuff.

    'When I got home, my sister wasn't there, so it was easy to get the
materials into the house and prepared.  I cut the rope into six and ten foot
lengths, and two lengths of twenty five feet each.  I even remembered to burn
the ends to keep them from fraying.

    'Sandy came home around one o'clock.  I asked her if she wanted to get even
and bet double or nothing.  She agreed.  Thinking about it, I really believe
that, even at that early of an age, she was getting into it, and liking it.

    'We went to the basement, and I pulled out all of my ropes.  She almost
popped her eyes out when she saw it.  At first she said no way, but I said a
bet was a bet, and she went along with it.  This time, it was a best of seven
contest.  Again she lost, and was stuck in each one.  I even took her upstairs,
and tied her to the coffee table and a kitchen chair.

    'Well, from then on, we play bondage a lot.  Most of the time, she was the
bound victim, and me the rope worker.  Once in a while, she would tie me.  But
she wasn't very good at it, and I usually got free in the matter of minutes.
But since she liked to be bound and foot, and I liked to do the tying, that's
how we played most.  We would played little surprise attacks on one another.  I
would catch her sitting in a chair or something, and tied her up tight.  Sex
had nothing to do with it.  We played because we both enjoyed it.

    'I even remember the first time I used a gag on her.  I had caught her
laying on the floor, watching TV.  I tied her wrists behind her back, tied her
ankles and knees together, and wound length of rope up and down her body.   But
she was crabby that day, and complained the whole time.  I told her the longer
she grumbled, the longer she would be bound.  That didn't stop her.  At last, I
warned her that if she didn't stop complaining, I would gag her.  It seemed she
didn't take me serious, so I got one of her bandanas, shoved it into her mouth,
and tied the ends behind her head.  She tied to shake it out of her mouth, and
work it free.  But she had no luck what so ever.

    After about an hour, I finally released her.  I expected her to be mad, but
she wasn't, surprising.  She said she liked it.  The gag removed the last bit
of freedom she had, making it more exciting and fun.  She remarked that she
didn't think I would have done it, and that she would believe me from now on.
From then on, we seemed to use gags more and more until it was use constantly.

    When school started again, we continued to play when we were bored.  We
knew our parents wouldn't approve of it, so we hid it from them.  To this very
day, it's still our little secret.  We tried new things, and I even invented a
few gadgets of wood and leather.'
    Marcy had been listening very intently.  She really didn't see what was so
bad about the whole thing.

    'Of what you told me' Marcy said, 'I don't see anything wrong.  It's just a
couple of kids playing a different kind of game.'

    'Well, now we come to the, well I guess you might call it, the darkest
part.  We continued to play for several years.  In the summer vacation, when I
was fifteen, and she was sixteen, thing took a strange turn.'

    'Sandy was outside one morning, suntanning waring just a string bikini.  I
decided she needed a good roping.  So I went up to her room, and called out the
window that she had a phone call.  I knew she would take it in her room, so I
hid behind the bedroom door.'

    She came in and picked up the phone laying on the bed.  When she found no
one there, she hung it up, and I jump.  I wrestled her onto the bed, and tied
her wrists to the headboard.  Her bed was a four poster kind, and lent itself
perfectly to bondage.  We had used it several times before.  With her hands
secured, I shoved a hanky into her mouth and covered it with a scarf.  I then
tied her ankles to the other posts, with her legs spread apart.

    'With her full tied down, I sat in a chair and watched her.  For several
minutes, she struggled to get free, and grunted and groaned in her struggle.
But after a few moments, her fight seemed to change.  Her breathing was faster,
and her grunts turned to moans.  I watched her body move around, finding myself
strangely unable to look away.

    'It was then I realized the erection in my pants.  A first I didn't know
why I had one.  But I looked over at my sister.  For the first time I noticed
her full breasts, her sharply legs, and her fleshy buttocks.  I realized that
she was no longer just my sister, but she had become a woman.

    'I moved over to the bed.  I thought that I better release her, but instead
I moved in for a closer look at her.  She looked up at me, still twisting and
squirming her body.  She made soft groans and would close her eyes.  I didn't
know it then, but what she was doing was tell me she was horny and excited.  I
still was a virgin, but I could tell she was aroused.

    'The next thing I know, my hands are lightly caressing her body.  She
closed her eyes, and let my touch roll over her.  I looked at her breasts, and
just had to hold them.  I gently rolled my hands over them, and she moaned very
deeply.  I wanted to see them, so I untied the string bikini covering them, and
pulled her top off.  Her nipples were hard, and they were so soft to hold and
play with.

    'She didn't once resist me.  She laid on the bed, with her arms and legs
tied, her mouth gagged, and enjoying everything I was doing to her.  For
several minutes, I played with her chest, and she loved it.

    'Finally I wanted to see under her panties.  At that point, I really didn't
care what she wanted or not.  It was what I wanted now.  She couldn't resist,
and I took advantage of it.  I untied the strings and pulled her panties off.
That was the first time I ever saw the flesh of a woman.
    'My fingers just naturally played with her.  I remembered how hot she was,
and thought there might be something wrong.  Her juices were flowing by now,
and she seemed to be twisting and moaning more and more.  I was rubbing her
clit, and sucking on one of her nipples.  For some reason, I couldn't stop.

    'It was then her whole body tightened, and she groaned loudly into her gag,
then her whole body shock violently.  I thought I did something wrong, and
stopped.  After a minute, she was just laying there, breathing deeply, making
soft little sighs.  I pulled the gag from her mouth to see if she was alright.

    'But instead of her yelling at me, or being upset, she smiled, and sighed.
"That was wonderful" she said.  I looked at her not knowing what I had done.
She must have realized it, because she giggled and asked me if I had ever seem
a girl come before.

    'I quickly untied her from the bed.  I expected her to put on her cloths,
or tell me to get out.   I fact, I was about to leave, when she told me it was
alright, and we should talk about it.  I was nervous, feeling like I had done
something wrong.  But at the same time, I felt like I had really made her
happy.  He words were soothing and she confessed the fact that she had enjoyed
it, and she was pleased.

    'She began to tell me a lot of things.  She wasn't a slut, but she was no a
virgin either.  And she told me all the things a man and a woman could do for
one another.  I felt myself getting excited, and my erection getting bigger.
She then ran her fingers over my crouch, and told me she would like to show me
what she was talking about.

    'She told be that it was OK, and to take my cloths off.  I took of my
shoes, and shirt, but stopped when it came to take off my pants.  She came over
to me, again said it was alright to be nervous, and kissed me deeply on the
lips.  It was my first real kiss, and my head was spinning.  Before I knew it,
my pants and underwear were at my ankles, my arms around her, and she had my
erection in her hands, gently stocking it, making it even bigger.

    'She led be to the bed, and removed the cloths from my ankles.  My emotions
took over from there, and I suppressed any thoughts of wrong doing from my
head.  We laid in each others arms, kissing and feeling one another.  I almost
flipped when she began to kiss my chest, and then suck on my cock.  But it all
felt so wonderful, and she was so gentle with me.  Within a few minutes, I felt
my orgasm build, and shot off.  Sandy took every drop down her throat.

    'I laid there, exhausted for a few minutes.  Sandy got up and went to the
bathroom, then came back and laid down next to me.  Before I knew it, we were
necking again, and I was hard once more.  She was surprised how fast I was able
to get it up again.  A little while later, she showed me the experience of
going inside her.  I remember moving my hips with hers, and the wild feelings
of pleasure I had.  Sandy was also enjoying it, moving with me, and came before
I did.  I shot my second load deep inside her.  Even when I went soft, I didn't
pull out.  All I wanted to do was lay there naked with her.

    'After a while, we got dressed and made lunch.  We talked quite a bit.  She
was so gentle, and I felt so guilty.  I was worried that we would get caught,
or she would get pregnant.  But she reassured me no one would know, that she
would tell a soul, and she was on the pill.  She confessed how much she enjoyed
teaching me, and how much she enjoyed what we did.  I told her the same.

    'After lunch, she cleaned herself up, and we went back up to her room.
There, we stripped naked, and for the rest of the afternoon, she showed me all
the wonderful things a woman and a man can do together.  Never before had I
felt so much love between two people.  She showed me how to please a woman, and
how a woman could please a man.

    'Over the next two years, we spent a lot of time in our bedroom.  It wasn't
really a perverted thing.  We explored one another, played with one another,
tried new thing together.  Bondage was a big part of it.  Sometimes, I would
tie her for hours, teasing her into huge orgasms.  Other times, she would be on
her knees, with her wrists tied behind her back, and my erection sliding into
her mouth.  For some reason, it felt so natural that we would learn about sex
from one another.

    'Our parents never found out.  I don't think they even suspected a thing.
We never took many chances.  Once in a while, we would sneek into one another
room, and lay together for a while.  But even when we did go all the way, I
felt it was alright.

    'As we grew up, we did things less and less, until we stopped completely.
We didn't say we should stop, we just did.  To this day, I don't have any
guilty feelings, and Sandy has told me she doesn't.  To be honest with you, I
don't think I ever will have any quilt.  I seems to me that it was the best way
I could have had to learn about relationships.

    'Well, that's my story.  Please tell me what you are thinking.'

    Marcy didn't say a word for a moment.  She sat there thing about his
story.  At last she spoke.

    'Where is she now?'

    'Out in Texas.  She's married to a great guy name Robert.  They met in
collage, and were married after they graduated.  They have two kids, and seem
to be very happy together.'

    'Do you see them much?'

    'A few times a year.  I'll fly down and spoil her kids rotten.  I've
brought them up here twice.  The kids have even spent a couple of months with
me during the summers.'

    'Do you still, well...'

    'I know what you mean.  No, we don't.  We both have no desire to.  We talk
about what we had done before when we are alone, but never have we thought
about doing in again.  I guess the two of them get into little games of there
own.  She's happy in her marriage, and I'm happy for her.'
    Marcy was silent for a moment.  Ronald thought that she thought less of him
now.  He thought maybe he should have not told the story, or at least, changed
it around a little.  But a last, she spoke again.

    'What a wonderful story.' she said.  'What love she must of had for you.
To show you all those things, so you know what to do later in life.'

    'You didn't find it a little strange?'

    'No.  No, not really.  You weren't really blood relations.  I guess it
would be more difficult to understand if you were, but it seems to me that you
two showed more love and emotions to one another than most siblings do.  You
just were more physical about it, and more open.'

    'Do you really see it like that?'  he asked.

    'Yes, I do.  I'm sure that in most cases, a brother would think about doing
it with his attractive sister, and vice versa.  It probable happens more often
that we think it does.  But in your case, I see nothing deeply wrong with it.'

    'I'm glad you think that way.' he said with a smile.

    'I really do think that way.' she responded.

    He wrapped his arms around her, and the cuddled there for several minutes.
There lips met one another several times.

    'Have you ever made love on a leather couch before?' he asked.

    'No.  But there's a first time for everything

    He pushed her down onto the couch and laid on top of her.  The passionately
kissed as the pressed the hips together.  He pulled of her sweater and jeans.
He continued to undress her until she was naked.  He also pulled of his cloths
and laid on top of her again.

    By now, Marcy was very hot and Greenfield was very hard.  They rolled their
naked bodies around on the soft leather.  It was very erotic for Marcy.  The
sounds and sensations the leather made to her skin made her even more excited.

    He kissed her neck, licked her thighs, sucked on her nipples, and played
with her clit.  She kissed his chest, caressed his ass, and stroked his cock.
They played with one another, both moaning and groaning as the sensations
flooded their bodies.

    At last, when neither could take much more, her pushed his erection into
her.  She wrapped her legs around his, and began to rock back and forth as he
slid in and out of her.  She came quickly, and was fast building up to
another.  Greenfield held back as long as he could, wanting her to come again.

    At last, he could hold back, and shot another massive load into her.  That
was enough to send Marcy over the edge for the second time.  Again they had
come together, and each time, it felt better than the prior.
    They laid on the couch, slowly kissing with his softening cock still inside
her.  In a few minutes, he was hard again, and willing to go once more.  But
she stopped him before he could get to far.

    'Could we, maybe, play out a fantasy of mine?' she asked him.

    'If you like.  What is it?'

    'Let me surprise you.  I need to get into the dressing room, and to the
servants changing room.'

    'Very well.' he said and pulled on his cloths.  'Here are the keys that
will need.  And where are we to meet?'

    'I'll meet you in the Billiards room in one hour.  Bring lots of rope, some
leather restraints, and a black ball gag.'

    'Very well.  Just remember, young lady.  It's still the weekend.  You are
still a prisoner of the law.  And you haven't made parole yet.'

    'Yes, your honer.'  she said with a smile and went on her way.

    She went to the servants changing room and collected up what she needed.
She then made a stop in the kitchen to pick up one more item.  She then
proceeded to the dressing room to change into her outfit.  She had to hurry.
She didn't want to keep her master waiting long.

    Greenfield put down the book her was reading.  He really didn't get much
read.  He kept thinking of what Marcy was up to.  What did she need from the
servants chambers, and what was her fantasy.  The hour was finally up, and he
would soon find out.

    He went to the playpen and collected the items listed before and placed
them in the tan bag.  He then went to the billiards room.  The lights were on
over the table, and the balls were racked.  Marcy was no where to be found, but
he did find a note on the center of the table addressed to him.  He opened it
and read it.  It was from Marcy.

    "This is what I was thing of when you met me here on Friday night.  I will
be the little wench who has been teasing you for weeks.  You are the master who
has had enough of it.  Seeing you opportunity, you seize me and proceed to
teach me a hard lesion.  Tie me tight using the items in this room so I can't
get free.  Gag me so the other help can hear me.  Do things to my body while I
can't resist.  Do whatever you want to show me what happens to bad girls when
the tease.  Make me an obedient servant.  I'm yours you use."

    Greenfield was impressed.  Now he knew that this girl would do anything for
him, and would enjoy doing it.  He finally met a girl that could steal his
heart away.  At last, maybe he could be happy with someone.

    He folded up the note, put into his pocket, and placed his bag in a
cupboard.  He then picked up a cue, and broke the rack.  Greenfield was a good
pool player, and could make some tough shots.  He completed one game, reracked,
and started a second when Marcy finally entered.
    She was waring her cocktail waitress uniform.  The outfit was made of black
satin with white lace trim.  The skirt was short, and the neckline was low,
pushing her breasts up and almost out of the outfit.  The skirt barely covered
the tops of her black seemed stockings, and she walked on the black five inch
spiked heels.  She wore the little lace bonnet on her head, white lace
fingerless gloves, and carried a pink feather duster.

    She made a little sound of surprise when she entered the room, and talked
in an almost little girls voice.

    'Oooh.  I'm sorry, Mr. Greenfield.  I did not know you were here.'

    'That's all right.  Continue with your work.' he responded.

    'Yes sir' she said. 'I'll just need to dust a little bit.  I won't long.'
She walked around the room, brushing the tables and lamps with the feather
duster.  When something was low, she would bend at the waist and give him a
view of her ass.  She wasn't waring panties, and the black garter straps
crossed her behind at just the right places.

    He made another shot and looked at her.  'Where's the other help?'

    'Oh.  They're on the other side on the house.  I don't think they'll
disturb you sir.'

    'I'm glad to hear that.' he said as he put the cue down, walked over to the
door and locked it.

    'What are you doing that for, sir?'

    'Because' he said in a firm tone.  'It's time for you to learn a lesion
about teasing men, namily me.'

    'Oooh.  What do you mean, sir?' she said in a little voice as he got out
his little bag a gadgets.

    'I mean that you have been parading around here, showing off that little
body of yours, giving every man in the house a hard on.  It's time for you to
learn the real meaning of the word servant.'  He pulled out a pair of leather
wrist cuffs.

    'What are you going to do with that, sir?'

    'This is a very interesting little device.'  he said. 'It's going to keep
you from resisting anything I want to do you you.'  He grabbed her wrists and
pulled them behind her back.  Marcy gave a half hearted struggle, but soon her
wrists were strapped into the cuffs.  Next, he pulled out a black ball gag with
leather straps.

    'What's that, sir?' she cooed.

    'Something to keep you from asking to many questions.'  He shoved the ball
into her mouth and buckled the straps behind her head.
    Her ankles her encircled with leather cuffs that had a short chain between
them.  She could walk if she took very short steps.  As she struggled, he then
pulled out one more thing, a leather collar.

    Marcy looked at it and tried to step back.  But she couldn't move fast
enough.  He got a hold of her, and placed the collar around her neck, buckling
it under her chin.  The attached leather strap was looped around her wrist
cuffs, and buckled.  Thus, her wrists were pulled up to the middle of her back.

    The collar was tight, but not enough to cut of her breathing.  It was a
strange feeling for her.  The collar was a symbol of his domination over her.
She felt completely under his control.

    Lastly, he took a thin, smooth, silver chain, snapped it to the collar
ring, ran it down between her legs, up the back, pulled it tight, and attached
the other end to the wrist cuffs.

    He released her and sat down in the chair in front of her.  Her fingers
fluttered, trying to reach a buckle, but had no luck.  She tried to free her
wrists from the straps hold them pinned to her back, but failed.  She grunted
into her gag, making a plead to him to release her.  But the master just sat,
watching her useless struggles, with a smile on his face and a bulge in his
pants.

    She understood why the chain was between her legs.  Every time she moved
her wrists, the chain would move across her clit, teasing her and making her
hot.  The more she struggled, the more excited she got.

    For several minutes she stood struggling.  He spoke to her, asking her if
the strap were tight enough, or should he tighten them a little more.  He asked
her if she felt tied down in the job.  With each question, she struggled a
little more.

    He then pulled her over to him, and made her lay over his knees, with her
ass sticking up to him.

    'This is for being a little tease.' he said as he lifted up her skirt and
started to spank her behind.

    Marcy didn't expect him to do this.  Though he didn't hit her to hard, it
still stung a little, and the slapping sounded worse that it hurt.  He did more
grouping that spanking, rubbing his hand over her ass, then slapping it.  This
he kept up for several minutes before stopping and placing her back on her feet
again.

    She stood fer a few minutes before dropping to her knees.  She tried again
to free herself, but again failed.  She the laid on the floor, using a new
idea.  She rolled around, and put on a show for the master.  The chain still
caressed her clit, driving her wild.  Her grunts became moans.  If she kept it
up, she just might come.

    He came over to her and knelt next to her.  His hand ran up and down her
legs, over her chest, and under skirt.
    'If you do everything you are told, I might help you get off.  If not,
you're going to be squirming around for quite some time.  Are you going to
cooperate?.'

    She nodded her head and grunted yes into her gag.  He placed her on her
knees, and ran another chain from her collar to her ankles, placing her into a
vertical hog-tie.  She had a good idea of what was ensuing next.

    He stood in front of her, with his hands on his waist.  'You know what's
coming, don't you?.'  Marcy nodded her head, and nuzzled her nose in his
crotch.

    'You better do it right, or else I'll make you hornier than you've ever
been before, and then leave to to squirm for hours.'  Even the way he was
talking made her more excited.  She was really getting into the fantasy, and so
he seem to be also.

    He opened his pants, and pulled out his hard-on.  It seemed to be pulsating
as her stroked even bigger.  Marcy rubber her gagged mouth over it, trying to
get it in her.  Greenfield pulled the gag out, and replaced it with his rod.

    Marcy started to pump it like crazy.   She expected him to pull it out,
like he did before.  But instead, he placed his hand on the sides of her head,
and let her go.  He groaned as she slid her lips up and down him.

    'You do this well' he maoned to her.  Marcy was even groaning now.  The
chain was rubbing her clit closer and closer to an orgasm.  She pumped faster
and faster, trying to make him come, and hoping the same for herself.

    But it wouldn't happen for her this time.  Greenfield felt his load boil
up, ready to explode.