After we left the firehouse we drove to his father's store. Howard used his key to let us in and we had the place to ourselves. I've always liked hardware stores and he was very patient in explaining some of the oddball items. We went to the rolls of rope and he picked some that felt unusually soft. After peeling off a goodly length of it he cut a shorter piece. He held it in front of me with a question in his eyes. I smiled and asked, "Front or back?"

He made a twirling motion with his hand and I complied. I put my hands behind me and he kissed the back of my neck as he wound the rope around my wrists. It wasn't as comfortable as the padded leather cuffs from the police station but it didn't chafe as I struggled to free myself. Of course, I was unsuccessful but that was what I wanted. As I turned back to face him I smiled and said, "Sir, you have me as your prisoner. What do you intend to do with me?"

He returned the smile and said, "Whatever I want. Any objections?"

I shook my head and leaned forward for one of his great kisses. While our lips were occupied he squeezed a breast and pinched my nipple. Not enough to hurt but it was his first demonstration that I had no choice except to submit to his hands wherever they chose to roam. His other roaming appendage gave my rear end a good swat. I jumped and playfully asked what he was doing. He smiled and said, "Making sure my captive knows who is in charge. Turn around and bend over."

I did as told and felt him raise the back of my dress. My bottom was pointed towards him in anticipation of another swat and when I felt him pulling down my panties I didn't think anything of it. It was natural that he would want my bottom bared for spanking but instead he drew them down to my feet and had me step out of them. Then he had me straighten up and rolled the back of my dress higher. He put it my hands and told me to keep it that way so my uncovered rear end was visible. As he put my frilly pants in his pocket he said, "As soon as we leave the store you will be in violation of the municipal codes so you better hope we don't run into the police."

Since Maryellen let me know she had plans for Larry and I saw George escorting a woman towards cell three I wasn't worried.

As I followed him to our next stop it dawned on me that something had changed. I had been thinking about the fun of being bound while he did wonderful things to my body and that was it. Tied to a bed or something and deliciously helpless. What I had not considered was that I would have to do anything except allow him to immobilize me in some way. The simple command to keep the back of my dress raised was just that, a command. I never thought of myself as being submissive but here I was obediently keeping my bottom exposed because he told me to.

He led me to a display of dowels and drew out a very thick one and then to the drill press. He was making holes in the dowel when a voice said, "Oh. It's you. I saw the lights on and came by to check it out. Evening Miss."

Howard's father must have seen my bare bottom and noticed the rope on my wrists but he didn't say anything about it. At least not directly. I was blushing bright red but politely returned his greeting. He looked at what Howard was doing and said, "Make sure it's adjustable. Put more holes in it and space them about three inches apart. It's hard to judge when they're standing up. Also, she might be uncomfortable after while and you'll want to give her a little slack now and then. I don't mean to question you but it going to be tough getting the rope through those small holes "

Howard replied, "Thanks for the advice Dad but I'm going to use D-rings. They'll fit perfectly and it will be easier to attach the rope on her ankles that way."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the purpose of this contraption. It was going to keep my legs spread wide to give him complete access to me. I swallowed a bit as I took better notice as to the length of it and considered how it was capable of stretching my thighs to their limits. I knew I could tell him if it became too painful but I was putting my trust in him to not overdo anything.

Emil nodded and responded to his son's innovation. "Good idea. I wish I had thought of that years ago. Well, have a good time and don't forget to spend some time on this lovely bottom. I remember it. It's a shame that damn fireman beat me to the punch."

He turned to me. "Miss, he's been wanting to do this for a long time. I'm glad he found a woman as pretty as you. However, if he gets too carried away you let me know. He's not too old for a reminder of how to treat a lady."

After he left Howard explained our visitor's nonchalance about the things he saw, "I found out that he and Mom used to do this sort of thing and it wouldn't surprise me if they still do. A few more holes and it will be finished."

That had been a defining moment. The normal thing to do when I heard another man's voice would be to let the dress fall back into place to maintain a bit of modesty but I didn't. His order was to keep it high and that overrode my natural inclination. He understood what had happened also and said, "You were a good girl. I'm proud of you."

He got some sandpaper and started to apply it to the dowel. He said, "Can't have you getting any splinters. Move your feet apart. Good. Hold this in your teeth."

The thing I gripped in my mouth was the front of my dress a little above the hem so no part of it fell below my waist. He went back to his work and commented, "I wish we had thought of this a few days ago. Some nice stain to bring out the grain would be nice. Then a few coats of finish and it would be as smooth as glass. Well, this will have to do."

He held up the dowel and then put his hand between my legs. He smiled at the confirmation that I was really getting into the game.

We picked up the D-rings he spoke of and headed out to his truck.

He let me drop the dress but kept me tied as we went to my apartment. Once we parked in the driveway by my apartment he helped me out and the dress came up again. .

I held it as before. Front and back. Then I had to stand there with my lack of proper undergarments evident from all viewpoints. It took him forever to get the stuff from the truck and then follow me up the stairs.

Once we were indoors he heard my sigh of relief. I grunted something akin to asking if I could open my mouth and he laughed. "You sound so cute but I want you to keep the dress nice and high. Open your legs. That's it. Now a little wider. Dad was right. I would've put in only a few holes and gotten the measurements wrong."

He had the long dowel on the floor in front of me and although my feet were as wide apart as I could get them there was at least a foot of overhang on either side. If he chose, my legs would be doing the splits and that thought did not make me want to find out just how far they could go. Once again I had to trust Howard. He wrapped some rope around my ankles and then through the rings on the dowel. He actually let me move my feet a little closer together so it wasn't uncomfortable per se, just awkward to maintain my balance.

I had to stand like that as he washed the casserole dish so the food wouldn't dry overnight and be hard to clean the next day. Isn't he sweet?

At last he allowed me to let go of the back part of my dress and untied my hands although I was told to keep them behind me. It was hard to move with my feet as they were so he helped me turn so I was facing the couch. He had seen me nude plenty of times before but it was embarrassing to stand in front of him with the front of the dress held high to give him an unobstructed view. Even more humiliating was that I was virtually powerless to let it fall until he gave me permission. When I first suggested this back at the firehouse I said I would be under his command. I didn't realize what that meant at the time but he took it to heart and I was growing more and more enamored of the idea.

While he sat on the couch and stared at me he was all smiles. I tried to return the gesture without dropping the dress but he understood it anyway. Then he put on a serious face and commanded, "Strip."

He had a hard time maintaining the stern countenance as I obeyed. I lowered the zipper and then pulled the whole thing over my head. I made sure he saw how difficult it was by wriggling and stretching as much as possible. Tee-hee. Then the bra gave me some trouble and had to come off very slowly. I had done a bit of striptease for a few of my dates but nothing like this. I was a slave pleasing my master as much as I could while surrendering myself to his eyes. When I was naked I put my hands under my breasts and lifted them slightly as a token offering of my whole body for his pleasure. And truth be told, I felt assured that the pleasure would be shared by both of us.

He said, "Come here." and smiled at my efforts to move with my legs spread wide. I maneuvered myself to where he could stroke the things I had offered. I sighed in delight to feel him lovingly fondle and squeeze them. After giving each nipple a little pinch he reached down to find that his prisoner was dripping wet. That seemed to please him and I looked down. The swelling in his pants I felt when he held me close on the dance floor had grown considerably. I brazenly leaned forward to unbuckle his belt and unzip the pants. He allowed me to reach through his underwear and extract the cause of the bulge. As I played with it he pulled me down a little farther so our lips could make contact. We did this mutual masturbation and kissing thing for only a minute before he stopped us.

He moved behind me and retied my hands. Well, actually not my hands. Rather than binding my wrists like he did earlier, he wrapped the rope around my forearms so each hand was at the opposite elbow. It wasn't too uncomfortable and I liked the way it made me push out my breasts. His hands on them showed that he found my presentation satisfactory also. My quiet moan communicated my enjoyment of his attentions but he stepped away far too soon. He left me alone while he went into my bedroom and I wasn't surprised to see him return with my toys. I didn't think he would be needing the life-sized artificial penis anytime soon. He was still sticking out from his pants and what I saw was quite capable of doing the job. In fact, I was getting a little impatient for it to be brought into play but this was what I had in mind when I first had the idea. Giving him complete control of my body and having no choice in the way he chose to do things. And that included being forced to wait in frustration for him to decide when he would see to my satisfaction.

Almost as if he was reading my mind he took the vibrator and let it pulsate on my special spot but only for a moment. I was wrong about my solitary nights male substitute. He pressed it against my vagina and it slid in right away. I was just starting to hump against it when he took it out. What I really wanted was something else to fill me up and I moaned, "Please."

He reminded me that he was in charge by putting a finger to my lips. "No talking unless I ask you a question."

He held the little clamps so I could see them and raised his eyebrows. He was asking a question, albeit silently and I answered in kind by bending backward a little to emphasize their intended locations. My state of arousal was such that my nipples were already sticking out but he gave each one a kiss and nibble first. He tightened them until I gave a little gasp. Then he backed off the tension a tiny bit. They were tighter than they were last Wednesday. Slightly more than uncomfortable but somehow appropriate for our roles right then.

He made me walk (if you can call it that) to the arm of the couch and bend over it. Then he disappeared for a moment to get a small towel to put under me. I couldn't see him but heard the sounds of the rings in the dowel coming out of their holes and felt him grab one of my ankles. He only adjusted one side but the effect was the same. My legs were wide open. Still short of painful but I knew I would be unable to stand on my own. I needn't have worried. I was going to stay where I was for quite a while but I'm getting ahead of myself.

The way I was positioned and the manner in which my thighs were separated I knew that everything a girl should hide was now displayed even more than before. He playfully stroked me and confirmed my supposition by remarking on how exposed I was. He couldn't see my face but I think he knew how much I was blushing in delighted embarrassment.

Then, without warning his hand made solid contact with my rear end. The spanking he said I could expect had started. Let me tell you, it was unlike any previous one. You know how much I like a warmed bottom prior to sex but that's foreplay. I suppose I could compare it to the ones I got at George's party. Spanking, some sexual intercourse and more spanking and in a way it was similar. I had already had something of appropriate size inside of me and I was turned on beyond belief but the comparison breaks down with the circumstances around this one. My nipples were starting to ache a bit and the way my legs were splayed out in open invitation to ravishment added something to the mix. Add the feelings of submission I was enjoying and you have a whole new experience.

His swats were never hard enough to do more than sting a little but I could feel the heat building. He interspaced his slaps with short visits in and around my wetness. When I felt my orgasm about to arrive he grabbed my hips and the fulfillment I craved arrived as soon as he was imbedded. As you can imagine, he was not ready to quit just because I reached the top. He continued his onslaught and brought me to big O number two as I felt his irregular thrusts leading up to his last hard plunge.

I don't know when he took his clothes off. It must have been during the spanking but as he collapsed on top of me I could feel his warm skin touching mine. Before he got up he reached under me and removed the clamps. It's always a shock when I take them off and since they were a little tighter and I had worn them for so long it really got my attention for a minute or two. He seemed to know this and gently rubbed them to get the blood circulating again. He kissed the back of my neck a few times and I purred. I wanted to tell him how good it was but I was not sure our game was over so I was still censored my his command to not talk.

He got up and I started to lift myself off the couch. "He put a hand on my back and said, "Stay there. I'll tell you when you can move. I want to sit and look at you just like that for a while."

I realized why he brought the towel to protect the arm of the couch as I started leaking. He took a few tissues and wiped me the best he could. Of course, I was still enjoying the feeling of helplessness and submission and the soft paper rubbing against me in that spot was almost fighting an uphill battle.

There is another one of my gadgets I haven't mentioned before. I should explain that I'm not really anal-erotic but on nights when I'm pleasing myself I insert a small plug there. It's not as good as a freshly spanked bottom but it helps on my path to self gratification. He was fascinated by it last Wednesday but honored my reluctance to use it with him watching. Now things were different and he held it in his hand. He gave me the raised eyebrow look again and I almost wished he didn't ask. I was his to do with as he pleased and asking my permission was not necessary. But, this was new territory for both of us and an occasional check to see if things were not getting out of hand was not a bad idea.

I nodded and he moved out of my sight. He didn't think about bringing the tube of lubricant from the drawer and I was about to tell him when I felt it dipping into a natural supply which would work just as well. That source didn't mind the in and out motion down there but was starting to hope for something bigger and longer in the near future. I felt the plug slide upwards and press gently against the opening it was designed for. I was embarrassed and had to force myself to relax. It's always a weird sensation as it enters and the fact that it was him guiding it made it seem totally different. Although I just put it in and leave it there he played with it. Taking it out and back a few times until it remained lodged. Even then he bumped it once or twice to increase my sensations. I broke my vow of silence and in a somewhat shaky voice asked, "Are you going to . . ."

He understood my concern. "No. Two openings are enough for me."

Somewhere along in this narrative I must have mentioned that I'm not adverse to oral sex. Well, if I hadn't I'm telling you now. Not as an end in itself but as a part of the overall sexual activities. There was a lot of that during the orgy at George's party and it went both ways. In fact, Howard was giving me a demonstration. I don't know if it was accidental or on purpose but it felt like his forehead was bumping against the plug which added to the way I was reacting to his lips and tongue.

Then the cad stopped and stood up just as it was getting good. I wriggled my rear to show my frustration and he laughed. "Not yet little girl. You are still my prisoner and I don't want you to get too tired out before the night is over."

I grunted and he could see my pout. He laughed again and gave my rear end a good hard swat. Then he asked if I wanted something to drink. I kept up my playful sulk and nodded. He knew which kind of soda I liked and went to the kitchen. He called out, "Do you have any straws?"

I guess that was a question and I was authorized to answer. "Yes, in the drawer next to the sink."

That was the first full sentence I uttered since we got to my apartment. Real witty dialogue wasn't it?

He held the glass so I could reach the straw and I gratefully drank. He sat on the couch near my head and chatted about mundane things while stroking my face lovingly. Of course, it was a one sided conversation since I was not allowed to speak. When I wanted more to drink I would lift my head and he brought the straw to my lips. He really is a sweet guy.

My thighs were starting to get uncomfortable from being spread so far. I grunted and bounced my legs and he got the message. He removed the dowel completely and massaged my legs and thighs. It really felt good but some of his ministrations came awfully close to the leaky spot. The only complaint (which I didn't voice) was that close wasn't good enough when I wanted direct contact there.

He took the plug out of my bottom and helped me rise. When we faced each other he held out his arms. I snuggled close and felt so safe. He kissed me all over my face and then our tongues did a dance together. Then he asked, "Is this what you had in mind? Did I go too far?"

I answered, "To be honest I hadn't wanted more than you tying me to the bed and slowly doing things to drive me crazy. I wasn't expecting the way you ordered me around or the way I fell right into the role. That made it even better than I ever imagined. Thank you."

We kissed some more and he reached behind me to loosen the ropes holding my arms together. As they fell away I said, "I hope this doesn't mean you're done with me. Your slave wants to please her Master some more."

He smiled. "No, I'm not ready to give you up yet. My slave? Hmm, that's an interesting idea we can explore later but I thought we might take a short break. Then we'll see just how obedient you can be. I should punish you for speaking when I didn't ask you a question but I was going to rescind that order anyway. Now that I know you are my slave I want to hear your views as long as they are as deferential as what I just heard."

I returned his smile and took the liberty of initiating a long deep kiss. While I made a trip to the bathroom he moved the stuff into the bedroom. I saw my toys back in their proper place but the drawer was open so they were still readily available. I also noticed the dowel thing leaning against it and knew my thighs were in for a bit more stretching. He was sitting on a chair he brought in from the other room and had some rope in his hands. I walked up to him and said, "Master, your slave is here to serve you."

I turned around and crossed my arms but he said to face him. Then my wrists were attached to each other the way they were in the store but in front of me. I understood why they were that way as he pulled me down onto his lap. Now I could support myself and he could spank me without having to hold me in place. He rubbed his hand over my bottom for a minute and then said, "This is not to punish you for speaking but as your owner I don't need a reason beyond wanting to see it get nice and red. Besides, I think this is what you originally wanted; to be tied and spanked so . . ."

He finished his sentence by demonstration. He brought out a healthy sting and from his comments, the nice red glow he was striving for. Yes, this was the very thing I wanted and it was just as I thought it would be. But my simple daydream was short of the mark. I never gave a thought as to why the guy would have me tied in the first place. Now that I was feeling so eager to have Howard treat me like his prisoner and slave it was much better. I may have been tempted to give the fellow in my fantasy some guidance as to what to do and where to do it but that option was gone. My hands were not the only things I lost control of. As far as the latest spanking was concerned, having him demand it for his own pleasure fit in perfectly with my new-found submissiveness.

When he rolled me to the floor we were both really turned on but a slave's duty is to serve without regard for her own desires. Forgive the pun but he gave me just a taste of oral sex earlier. Now it was my turn. His silent gesture towards his genitals was just as powerful an order as if he had spoken. I bent my head to the task obediently. I used my lips, tongue and hands to please him and delighted in the sounds of pleasure I was hearing. As I said, I was not adverse to the practice but only as another form of foreplay. That was then and this was another time and place completely. I was not going to reap the reward of my efforts by having him use me in the traditional manner. I accepted that but was a little concerned about the finale. I wasn't looking forward to keeping my mouth on his when he came but if he indicated that I should, then I would obey.

As he got closer I felt him moving more and more and then he pulled me off of him. He had some tissues ready and covered the head of his penis as his body jerked back and forth. Well, my concern was unfounded but I was curious about something. I had felt quite a few guys reaching their climax while they were inside of me but had never actually been able to see what really happens. This was my chance so I quickly pulled the tissues away and watched his eruption. I suppose I should've kept the tissues to catch what was coming out but I dropped then and wrapped my hands around him to continue the up and down motion he seemed to enjoy. Of course, his sperm had no place to go except land on me but I didn't mind. It was fascinating to watch right up to the point where he started to shrink. I looked up at him and we both smiled.

He stood up to get a washcloth to clean me up. I let my hands drop to the floor and he stopped. "I'm sure you would be a good girl and not touch yourself while I'm gone but I'll save you from the temptation. Put your hands on your head and keep them there."

Darn him, he guessed what I was planning to do. That part of me was begging to be touched but the when and how was not my decision. I felt a little silly kneeling like that and when he returned he had me move to the bed on my back. He gently washed the front of me and then softly toweled me dry. At least that part was dry. An area a little lower was still very wet.

My apartment was equipped with a wonderful old brass bed. In the past it's just been a beautiful piece of furniture but I quickly discovered the usefulness of the solid bars. They were perfect for attaching ropes and in a moment my bound wrists were attached to the top of the bed. Then he got the dowel. The rings were still where they were when I was at the couch so I was spread very wide. He lifted my feet and used more pieces of rope to attach the dowel to the head of the bed so I was folded in half. Talk about feeling exposed. He wasn't seeing anything more than when he had me bent over the arm of the couch but that was nothing compared to the obscene way all my secrets were being displayed. I was acutely aware of the way I looked and the only consolation was the look on my Master's face as he sat on the bed and enjoyed the view.

He wasn't satisfied with just looking and he ran his fingers up (actually down) my thighs but always stopped short of the place I hoped they would touch. Well, not always. Sometimes he completed the trip but only for a second or two of stroking or putting a finger inside. Of course, that made me want more but he was in no hurry. After an eternity of that gentle torture I was ready to explode. He help up my hard rubber friend and did the raised eyebrow thing. I nodded vigorously and moaned, "Yes, Please Master."

He rested it so it was leaning against me down there and reached over me. I guess he used some form of slip knot on the rope from my wrist bindings to the bed because it came undone very quickly. He sat back and said, "Use it on yourself. I want to watch."

Masturbation is a private thing but he had already exposed most everything about me so I pushed my embarrassment aside and reached down to grab the toy and started shoving it in and out. I was already more aroused than I could remember and it didn't take long for me to hit the top.

I slumped back and he took my friend away. More tissues to clean me a little and he repaid the way I satisfied him when I was on my knees. I was a little afraid that he was going to get me real close again and then stop. I tried to fight down the wonderful sensations but his lips, tongue and teeth defeated me. If I thought my last orgasm was great the one I got from his mouth surpassed it by miles. While I was coming back to Earth he lowered my legs, undid my attachment to the dowel and removed the ropes around my ankles. Then he said, "I'm thirsty. Be a good slave and bring me a soda."

I was still a little woozy but I got to my feet and went to the kitchen.

When I returned he was standing by the vanity. I offered him the glass and said, "Your soda, Master."

He put the glass on the table and thanked me which is only polite but when he said it he called me by name. Quick as a wink the last of the ropes were undone and as they fell to the floor I said, "You're welcome Howard."

He grabbed me and we fell on the bed wrapped in each other's arms. Lots of kissing and such as we talked about our feelings. He said, "I remember you saying I was mine to command but I wasn't really planning to push the issue. But when Dad showed up and you kept your dress raised I knew you were willing to continue the game. I was ecstatic."

I replied, "That was the real turning point for me. When you had me hold up my dress it was fun in an odd way. It wasn't until after your father left that I realized the extent of my obedience and desire to give you complete control. The way you made me climb the stairs just solidified my commitment. You've shown me a side of myself I never knew existed and I thank you."

More kissing and fondling but it was not meant to lead to more than the sweet gentle touching of two satisfied people. He offered to put some lotion on my bottom but I said, "Neither spanking was too bad and there's only a bit of sting. I want to feel that and know I was in the hands of a wonderful captor and master."

He kissed me and his soft caress there was almost as good as any ointment. I wanted to feel the residual sting of the spankings. My last thought before falling asleep was if this was what his father meant as the way to treat a lady.

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