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    'Swallow every drop.' he told her.  Within a few seconds, he shot his load
into her mouth.  Marcy took him in deep, and swallowed like crazy.  She took
every drop he released.  It tasted so good to her.

    When at last he stopped, he pulled up his pants, and replaced the gag in
her mouth.  He sat down in the chair and watch the girl struggle in her chains
again.

    'You do that well, my dear.' he said.  'I could let you do that all night.
Maybe I should make you wait until I can do that again.'

    Marcy thought he just might.  He seemed to like it when she gave him head.
She also thought he might make her squirm some more.

    'But I have other plans for you.'  he said.  I can always come back to it
later, if I want.'  He came over and unhooked the chain from her ankles.  He
picked her up and carried her over to the pool table.  There he deposited her
on the green velvet.

    'My my, what an interesting game of pool would this make.'  he said as his
hand ran over her legs.  She squrimed under his touch.  She was so close to
coming.  She needed that little itch taken care of.
    He picked up his bag, grabbed two cues, and came back to her.  He unhooked
the chain from her wrists and collar, and rolled her onto her stomach.  Again
he caressed her ass and legs.  He told her how much he liked her body, and he
planned on getting to know more of it.  Shivers of pleasure ran up her spine.

    He then took off her ankle cuffs, and pulled the gag out of her mouth.

    'I'm going to take off you wrist restraints.  Don't try anything.'

    He released her wrists and told her to sit up on the table.  Once she was
seated, she rubbed her wrists and ankles.  The cuff had left them red.

    'Now, you will do exactly as I say.'

    'Ooohh, yes sir.' she nodded her head.

    'Take off you dress.' he ordered.

    'Ooh' she said in her little voice.  But I'm not waring any undies.'

    'I know.' he said.  'That's why it's called being naked.'

    She pulled down the zipper, and lifted the dress over her head.  Her
nipples stood up hard.  She was only left waring were her garter belt,
stockings, heels, and the collar.  He then ordered her to lay down on the top
of the table, face up.

    He pulled her arms above her head and spread them apart.  Using lenghts of
rope, he tied her wrists to a pool cue.  Another length of rope ran from the
middle of the cue to the legs of the table.  He then drew her taut, and spread
her legs apart.  More rope bound her ankles to another cue, rapping around her
heels.  And still another secured the cue to the other legs of the table.  She
was now tied spread-eagle on top of the table.

    Thereupon, he shoved a cloth into her mouth, and covered it with a black
silk scarf, tying the ends behind her head.  He stepped back and watch his
captive struggle.

    'Yes' he said, ' a very interesting game of pool this makes.'

    She tried to free herself from her ropes.  Her fingers tried to reach the
knots, but her out of her reach.  Even if she could reach, they were too tight
for her to loosed.  She writhed on top of the table, with the sole light
shining down on her, moaning softly into her gag.  The master laughed.

    Since he stood outside the light, she couldn't see him for a few moments.
But she knew he was there, watching her wiggle on the table, the full focus of
his interest.  She felt his eyes upon her, taking in her shackled body.  The
anticipation was driving her wild.  What would he do.  When would he do it.
What sensations would she feel.

    She felt his fingers lightly touch her ankles.  Shivers ran up her spine
again.  His fingers slowly moved up her silk covered legs, lightly rubbing and
stroking them.  Marcy softly moaned into her gag.
    His fingers lightly ran up the inside of her thighs.  Her body shivered
with excitement.  His finger lightly ran up the sides oh her body, over her
chest and neck.  He had a wonderful touch.  Each time he touched her, chills of
pleasure would surge through her body.

    His fingers found her breasts.  At first, he lightly ran his fingers over
her hard nipples.  Then, he started to caress them, then lightly roll them
between fingers.  His hand squeezed and groped them.  Marcy was getting so
hot.  At last, his lips kissed and sucked on them.  She was in heaven.

    As he sucked on her hard nipples, his fingers made their way down to her
crotch.  He played with her clit, making her even more excited.  He pushed two
fingers into her and slowly fucked her with them.  Marcy felt her orgasm build
up to a tremendous level.

    Greenfield must have been a mind reader.  Just as she was about to come, he
removed his fingers, and just lightly played with her.  Marcy moaned deeply.
She was hanging on the edge, and that's where he kept her for several minutes.

    Marcy thrashed around as far as her restraints would allow.  She moaned and
groaned, hopping her muffled pleads would tell him how excited she was, and how
much she wanted to come.

    He then stopped playing with her altogether.  She silently pleaded with him
not to.  But instead, he moved his lips down to her clit, and lightly kissed
it.  The feel of his hot breath on her drove her crazy.  He continued to kiss
and tongue her, keeping her on the edge of her orgasm.  She indeed was learning
a lesion on teasing.

    After what seemed to be an eternity, His fingers rolled her nipples, and
his tongue plunged into her.  At last, she felt herself build up to the point
of no stopping.  Her climax hit her like a tidle wave.  She tightened and shook
her body, and really screamed a moan into her gag.  It was the longest orgasms
she ever have.  She just kept coming and coming, as he lapped her juices up.

    Finally, it was over.  She laid on the table exhausted and satisfied.  She
was breathing hard and deep.  Her whole body tingled with pleasure.  By far,
this had been the best of this weekend.

    Greenfield untied her legs from the cue.  He untied her wrist from the
other cue and let her lay there for some time.  But he didn't remove the gag.
Marcy just laid there, relishing the feelings that flowed through her body.

    After a few minutes, he came over and rolled the girl over.  Her wrists
were pulled behind her back and tied together with rope.  More rope tightly
tied Her ankles together.  He then picked her up and carried her over to the
couch.  There, he laid her down again, and began to lightly run his fingers
over her shoulders, her back, and her behind.

    Again, her body tingled where he touched her.  She felt a new wave of
excitement run through her.  Her nipples were getting hard, and her cunt was
getting hot once more.
    He rolled her over, and continued to play with her.  Each minute, she grew
more and more excited.

    At last, he stripped of his cloths, untied her ankles, pick her up, seated
himself on the couch, and placed her on his lap facing him, with her legs
straddling him.  She felt his hardon pressing against her clit.  She squirmed
on top of him, wanting it inside her.  His hands played with her chest as
moaned deeply into the gag.  If her hand were free, she would have pushed him
down and screwed him like mad.

    Just when she couldn't take anymore, he lifted her up, and slid his cock
into her.  She immediately started to hump him like crazy, riding him like a
horse.  She pushed down hard, trying to get him in deeper and deeper.  She
moaned loudly and longily

    His hand roamed over her body, going from her chest to her ass.  Marcy mind
was a whirl as he moved his hips to match hers.  They both felt themselves
getting closer and closer to their own climaxes.

    Marcy came first, screaming a load groan into her gag.  Greenfield was now
humping like mad, and moaning himself.  Within a few seconds, he grabbed her
ass, held her down on his rod, and shot his load deep into her.  Marcy head
fell back as she felt his load hit inside her.

    She was exhausted.  She sat on his lap, making soft moans through her gag.
Greenfield lifted her off himself and laid her on the cough.  He slipped on his
cloths, and knelt beside the girl and tied her ankles together.

    'That's your lesion on teasing for today.' he whispered into her ear as he
retied her ankles and knees.  'If you ever want another one, you know where to
find one, and how to get it.'

    He stood up, walked over to the pool table, and racked the balls.  Marcy
laid on the couch quietly and motionless.  She just relaxed, and allowed him to
complete her fantasy.  He shot another game of pool before coming back over to
her.

    'Was that what you wanted?' he asked as her removed her gag.

    'Oh, yes.' she cooded.  'It was, and more.  You played every part perfect.'

    'So did you.' he responded as he untied the ropes that held her body.
'Might I add that this was somewhat a fantasy of my own.  I couldn't ask for a
more attractive servant to play it out with.'

    She sat up and wrapped her arms around him.  For several minutes, the
didn't move.  They just sat on the couch, holding one another.  At last, the
broke apart and Marcy went to change into some regular clothing.

    The meet him in the den, where a small tray of cold meats and cheeses was
waiting for them.  They ate the morsels, and drank the white wine.  The talked
together, mostly about the past two days.  She admired all the ideas he had
come up with, and explained why certain ones were better that the others.
    When they were finished, Greenfield look distant for several minutes.
Marcy knew he was thinking over something.  She didn't interrupt him, for  she
was wondering what was going to happen next.  Would he fire her over knowing to
many of his secrets.  Would he expect her to do this when ever he wanted her.
At last he spoke.

    'Marcy,' he said, 'You are planning on going back to school, aren't you?'

    'Yes, I am, when I can afford it.  It's so expensive.'

    'How much schooling do you have left?'

    'About another two years.  Why are you asking.?'

    'I think you should go back the next semester.  The sooner, the better,
before you forget what they've already taught you.'

    'I would, but I can't afford it right now.  Maybe in a year or so.'

    'So you would go back in the fall, if you could.'

    'Yes.  Why all the questions?'

    'Because, I want to know what you want before I offer something.  I want to
pay for your schooling, and whatever else you need to go back to school.'

    Marcy was surprised.  'It's a generous offer, but I, I couldn't let you.'

    'Why.  Because you think I'm trying to make you a kept woman.'

    I know it's not that, but it certainly would look like it, wouldn't it.'

    'It might.  But I see it a little different than that.'

    'Alright, I'll bite.  How do you see it?'

    'It's very simple.  One, I'm very attracted to you.  I wish to keep on
seeing you, if you want me to.

    I do, and I want to continue to see you.

    I'm happy to hear that.  Second, I couldn't continue to see you if you are
still employed by me.  I don't mean to sound pompous, or snobby, but think of
how that would look from both sides of the issue.  From my point, I'm keeping
you for a plaything.  From your point, you're looking for an easy ticket.  How
both of our friends would talk.'

    'Yes, I see you point, so far.'

    'Good.  This is how we solve the problem.  You would no longer work for
me.  That way, it ends a lot of talk, and saves a lot of embarisment for both
of us.  You get to complete your education.  I'll give you the money for
school, a place to stay and study, and a large bank account to support yourself
on.  But more important, I'll be able to continue to see you.'
    'It's a most generous offer.  Where would I stay?'

    'Here, if you like.'

    'Oh, that wouldn't give plenty of fuel for gossip.'

    'Alright.  I'll get you your own place, either on campus, or a place near
by.  Would that be better.'

    'It would.  But, Ronald, I don't know.'

    'But what, my dear.'

    'I would feel so guilty taking all that from you.  I would feel like a
tramp, or a husler.'

    'Nonsense.  I offer it to you for selfish reasons.  I've never meet anyone
like you.  I feel as though you've stolen my heart.  I know it's been such a
short time we've been together.  I can't explain it, but I hope you believe me,
and feel the same way I do.'

    'Oh Ronald, I do, I truly do.  But I'm just afraid I won't be able to live
up to your standards.  I would probably fail you, one way or another.'

    'You give yourself to little credit.  It's I who would fail you, and not be
able to live up to your standards.  Your someone special, and very dear to me.

    'But what happens if we don't make it together?'

    'I've already thought of that.  I'll set an account for you, in your name
only.  I'll put enough in there to cover the rest of your schooling and plenty
to live on for a few years.  That way, if we don't work out, you'll be safe and
secure for a good while.  Does that help you feel better?'

    'It's not the money I'm worried about.  I just don't want to dissapoint
you, or hurt you.  All I want right now is to make you happy, and go on making
you happy.'

    'At this moment, I am very happy.  And I want to do the same for you.  This
way, I can go on trying, and at the same time, make myself happy.  Does that
make sense to you?'

    'Yes, it does.  But couldn't I just move out, and get another job or
something.  That would solve a lot of problems.'

    'It might, but not completely.  This way, you are sure of making it.  A
good education, a place to stay, and a guy like me to spoil you rotten.' he
said with a laugh.

    Marcy laughed to. 'All right, you win.  If it's the only way to keep you
around, I can live with it.  But I want to work the month through before we
start.  And I will use my own money to help make the payments.  Is that fair?'

    'Fair enough' he said as he wrapped his arms around her.
    They held one another for some time before they spoke again.  The afternoon
was now early evening.  Greenfield felt it was time to end the weekend, and
allow his captive a night in her own bed.

    'Well' he said.  'A very interesting imprisonment you have had this
weekend, young lady.  Do you feel like you've fulfilled your debt to society?'

    'An early parole, your honer?' she said.

    'Call it a work release program.  But I think you may need to serve one or
two more nights in jail this week.'

    'Maybe for the weekend too, your honer.  I like it here.'

    'Very well, your free until so ordered back this week.  But report here
this Friday night for you weekend confinement.'

    'Oh, thank you, your honer.  I'll be here.'

    'Case dismissed.  Come to my chambers, young lady.'

    'Can't I just give the judge a blowjob here in court.' she said as she
stroked the hardon in his pants.

    'It would please the court.' he said as she opened his pants and slowly
stroked his manhood.  Within a minute, she was kneeling in front of him, with
his hard member in her mouth, sucking and licking him.  As he shot his load,
Marcy was amazed on how many times he could come in a single day.

    After they were finished, he took her out to her car.  Marcy's uniform was
in the front seat.  They kissed deeply, not wanting the day to end.  But at
last, the broke apart, and she drove home.  That night, she slept in her own
bed, wishing he was next to her.

    During the next week, Marcy continued to perform her duties.  She gave her
notice of leaving at the end of the month.  Greenfield didn't act like anything
had happened, which Marcy thanked him for.  Only when they were totally alone
did they pass flirting glances and jesters at one another.  But for the most
part, things went on as usual.

    On Wednesday, Greenfield came up to the Head Maid and told her to have
Marcy clean the Billiard room after her other work was finished.  The last
thing she did was clean the room.  Greenfield slipped in, and snuck her up to
his private bedroom, where they made love for an hour.  By then, the other help
had left, and they could slip into the playpen.  Marcy spent the part of the
night there, stripped naked, and in ropes, chains and leather straps.  Again
and again, she climaxed by the skillful hands of the master.

    Shortly past midnight, she was allowed to dress and leave for home.  It was
hard to leave, but for now they had to play these sneaky games.  Rumors would
run wild if they didn't.
    On Friday night, Marcy left for home early, but returned after the other
help had left.  She spent the entire weekend there, which will fill another
story in itself.

    The following weekend, he took the his prisoner up to a lake cottage for a
weekend.  Again they had to sneak to do it, but that became part of the fun.
They spent the time relaxing, boating, dancing, and of course, bondage.

    On Saturday night, he stripped her naked, laid her down in the warm sand,
tied her wrists to a tree, spread her legs and tied them to a tree branch.  He
filled her mouth with a cloth gag.  He licked on her clit under the moonlight
for an hour, bring her to several orgasms.  He then rammed himself into her,
exploding his hot cum deep inside her.  One Sunday, she spent an hour gagged
and tied to the sailboats mast, only waring her swimsuit and high heels, as
they sailed around the lake.

    At the end of the month, Marcy left the house.  For the next month, she
spent her time getting ready for the fall semester.  On weekends, Greenfield
picked her up and took her out dancing and to classy dinner parties.  On
weeknights, the spent time at her place, watching television, and making love.

    The decided not to use the playpen until she was back in school, and could
come over without the help getting into an uproar.  After the first night Marcy
came to the house, one of the younger girls made a comment about the "tramp".
Greenfield came down on her, and instructed her to make an apology to Marcy or
be fired.  After that, not another word was spoken.

    Greenfield didn't push himself on her.  If she had the time, they would see
each other.  When she needed to study, he stayed away.  He also encouraged her
to spent plenty of time with her own friend, and got along with them when they
would get together.  For the next two years, they became very close, but still
with their own identities.

    After Marcy graduated, she got herself a good job at a small company.
Greenfield had started a small company of his own, doing consulting work.  For
then next year, the worked on their wedding plans.  After they were married,
they spent a lot of time together, and took weekend trips up to the mountains,
and out to the lake.

    The playpen was use almost every weekend, and even a few nights a week.
They added some things, and made a few improvements over the months.  Marcy
acquired a large assortment of attire for waring while playing.  From a leather
jumpsuit, to a lace body sock, to crotchless panties and nippleless bra, to
silk and satin teddies.  But they never lost interest in playing with ropes and
chains, and Marcy still got her strongest orgasms when she was tightly tied and
well gagged, a prisoner of the master of the house.