She lay motionless, listening, trying to sense if the small noise she heard was the door. Her mind was racing, had she forgotten to lock the door, was this one of her greatest fears? This all started with that FAX. He had called her at the office this morning and told her she had better get to the FAX machine before anyone else and hung up; she immediately knew why and literally ran (which wasn't easy in 4'' high heels) across the office. The machine had already churned out one page and continued to print. Three handwritten pages finally were printed before the machine stopped. Vicki the office busy body and resident bitch walked up to her coffee in hand and said, ''that must be an important FAX; the way you busted your ass to get over here to pick it up.'' Her mind raced quickly for an answer, yes, this was the information she had needed for three days to finish a project. She turned in her heels and walked away before the bitch could say another word.

Another noise brought her back to the present and the predicament she was now facing. She was motionless not because of her fear, but because of what she was wearing and how tightly she was tied. Damn the noise, damn this leather blindfold she was wearing. It was all the FAX's fault she told herself; denying to herself that she had put herself in this predicament. She started playing it all back in her head. Master's FAX was very detailed and she knew any deviation would be dealt with sternly. She read and re-read his words until they were embedded in every thought she had. She looked forward to the time she could leave the office and start carrying out his instructions.

Arriving at her house she found the FedEx box awaiting her at the front door, just as he had said. She fumbled with her keys like a nervous schoolgirl and finally managed to unlock the door and get her package safely inside. Quickly she locked the door behind her and started running around the house making sure all the blinds and drapes were tightly closed. With what she knew was coming she wanted no unwanted viewers. Picking her box up she took it straight to her bedroom and placed it in the middle of her king size, four-poster bed. She wanted to rip the box open but the FAX was again the instrument that guided her actions. She removed her dress and hung it in the closet. Turning around she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror. Standing there she admired the way Master had her dressing. Much different from her tomboy days.

She was wearing a peach colored half shelf bra that presented her 34C breasts perfectly. Looking down at her matching garter belt with six garters holding up her sheer taupe stockings she smiled. She loved the way the garters pulled the stocking tops up into her sex and the feelings they caused when she walked or crossed her legs. Master had told her NO PANTIES unless he instructed her to wear them. Her shoes today were black leather four-inch high heels with silver studs on the back of the heels. She thought to herself how those assholes at work would act if they knew how she looked under her business dresses. Too bad. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of the box on the bed and then checked the clock on the nightstand, 5:40, she had no more time to waste. Quickly removing her heels and under-garments she went straight to the tub and started the water. Adding some of ''HIS'' favorite bath fragrance to the water she slid into the relaxing bubbles. After soaking for a few moments she grabbed the razor to make sure she would be as smooth as possible. The last place was her pussy; HE insisted that it was kept completely bare at all times. As she moved her pussy lips from side to side her fingers played for a moment with the ring through her outer lip. Again the words of the FAX raced through her head. She exited the tub and dried quickly. She knew she could open the box now. Taking a knife out of the drawer in her nightstand she carefully cut along the taped seams of the box. Folding back the flaps and looking inside her eyes grew larger and her breath quickened. With trembling fingers she reached into the box and started to remove its contents. The first item was a beautiful black leather corset with 10 garters hanging from it. It was heavily boned with full laces up the back. She looked at the tag, which just had the number 20. Oh my god I've never been laced that small before she found herself saying out loud. Then her thoughts took back over, thinking if that is what Master wants......

She turned back to the box and pulled out a beautifully sheer pair of black full-fashioned stockings. Her hand next found a black leather three-inch posture collar with a ''D'' ring attached at the front and a small lock that was unlocked but no key. See looked inside the box again and found a pair of black kidskin leather shoulder length gloves. Laying the gloves down on the bed she paused momentarily and slid her hand down to her sex. Touching her ring she was ashamed of how wet she had already become. Knowing that Master had forbid her to pleasure herself she almost jumped removing her hand. She was sure that somehow He would know what she was doing, and her punishment would be even more severe. The box's next gift was a pair of size 6 black patient stiletto high heels with six-inch heels! The shoes were even more exotic due to the attached locking ankle straps again with a small-unlocked padlock on each shoe. Just as with the collar she knew once they were on and LOCKED, there would no getting them off until Master decided. Looking at the bottom of the box she found leather wrist, ankle, and thigh cuffs. Each of the two inch cuffs had roller buckles for her to be able to cinch up tight, as per instructions, and a strong steel ''D'' ring. There were three more larger padlocks, again unlocked and again NO keys. Lastly she found one of the most life like dildo's she had ever seen or felt, a butt plug, and a pair of black thong like panties made from a weight of lycra she had never seen and that appeared to be 3 sizes to small, and a pair of nipple clamps with a silver chain joining them together.

Taking the box from the bed and storing it in the closet she turned to check the time. 6:20. Master's FAX was explicit; she was to be in place and ready for HIM at seven sharp! She started with the butt plug, lubricating it; she slowly started easing it into place. She had worn plugs before for Master and she knew that once in place she would quickly become accustomed to the fullness in her ass. As the plug slid into place she felt her nipples instantly harden and became even more aware of the wetness of her pussy. Next came the dildo, it puzzled her that it seemed more solid and a little heavier than she thought normal. It made little difference as she started sliding it into her pussy. As it disappeared into the depth of her sex the plug in her ass gave rise to a fullness that made her want to get herself fucked hard and fast at that moment. She knew that was not going to happen, at least not now.

Reaching for the panties she put her brightly polished flame red toes into each leg hole and pulled them up. She was surprised at how much the material stretched as she slid them up her shapely legs. She found that once in place the panties pushed the dildo even further into her and literally locked the butt plug into her. She reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips so her ring was outside and the material disappeared into the folds of her pussy. Finally she stretched the panties so they were hooked over her hips and holding ''everything'' tightly in place. She picked up the corset and unhooked the front busk. The aroma of the leather as she brought it into place was almost intoxicating. Knowing the pleasures which lay ahead she quickly re-hooked the front busk and took hold of the laces behind. She pulled and tugged until the corset was firmly in place. But looking in the mirror revealed she still had two inches to go. Wrapping the laces around one of the bedposts she started pulling and sucking herself in until the gap disappeared. She grabbed the laces and wrapped them around her waist several times and then tied them in the back. She could not believe the woman she was looking at in the mirror, a perfect hourglass shape and a 20-inch waist!

She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up one of the black full-fashioned stockings. She started to bend over to slide her foot into the stocking and found that she couldn't. The corset with all of its heavy boning was holding her straight as an arrow. She found that by standing and placing her foot on the bed she could just reach to glide her foot into the sheerness. First her right leg, sliding the stocking upward, being careful not to cause a run and also making sure her seam up the back was perfectly straight. These stockings were longer than any she had worn before. The welt came well into contact with her pussy lip protruding from her panties. She looked into the mirror, reached back and attached the first of the garters to the stocking top. She proceeded until all five garters were attached and adjusted to keep the stocking taught on her leg. Picking up her other stocking she followed the exact same procedure she had done with the first. The simple movements required had made her breathless. Was it because of the exercising? The tightness of the corset? Or, was it because at that moment the combination of the butt plug, dildo, panties, and the silky smooth stocking tops rubbing against her exposed pussy lips and her ring were driving her dangerously close to the brink of orgasm. Damn, Master knew exactly how to push all her right buttons and didn't even need to be there to start it happening. Checking the clock again; 22 minutes left. She now needed to get her ass in gear.

Picking up the stiletto heels and locks she slid her silk covered foot into the left one, wrapped the ankle strap around tightly until the locking ring popped through the hole, slipped the lock through the ring and clicked it shut. Placing that foot on the floor and applying weight to her left leg she started to repeat the sequence on her right foot. Before she could slide her foot into the shoe she toppled forward onto the bed. Righting herself, she moved toward the end of the bed and used the post for a support to lean against while she put the shoe on. Again the ankle strap was pulled tight and the lock applied. With both feet firmly on the floor she was surprised about how steady she felt. It must have been because of the training Master had been putting her thru by insisting she wear at least 4 inch heels at all times. Even more amazing was that her normal five-foot height was now transformed into that of a gorgeous 5 foot 6 inch redhead.

Time was running out. She grabbed the ankle cuffs, wrapped them around her ankles above the shoe straps and cinched them tight with the roller buckles. She made sure that the ''D'' rings were centered on the back of her ankles. Next the thigh cuffs were applied. She slid each high up on her leg and as the leather touched her pussy lips she moaned out loud. Again making sure the ''D'' rings were centered on the back of her thighs. She pulled the straps through the roller buckles and pulled tight. A hollow opened up at her sex that had not been there before. Now was the time. She crawled up on the bed and knelt in the center facing the door. She reached over and grabbed 2 padlocks. Taking the first lock she slid the open hasp through ''D'' ring of her right ankle cuff then feeling around she found the corresponding ''D'' ring of the thigh cuff slipped the hasp thru and clicked the lock shut. With greater difficulty she repeated the measure on her left leg. The shoulder length leather gloves came next. As she slid each one up her arm the feel and softness amazed her. They fit perfectly, like a second skin. The wrist cuffs were easy and she made sure their ''D'' rings were on the inside of her wrists. She felt on the bed behind her and found the posture collar and lock. She also placed within easy reach the nipple clamps and blindfold and the last padlock for her wrists. Picking up the collar she placed it around her slender neck. Finding the right hole she had the collar in place, she picked up the lock and snapped it in place behind her neck. Now she was forced to look up giving her ''perfect'' posture. Feeling for the nipple clamps by her leg she held them up so she could squeeze the tip open. Holding the open clamp in her right hand she used her left gloved hand to pinch her left nipple and then applied the clamp to the areola behind her nipple. She had never worn this type of clamp before and she moaned loudly as she felt it biting into her flesh. Without hesitation she fed the other clamp through the ''D'' ring on the front of the collar and drug the chain thru. Taking the free clamp in her left hand she opened it up and started to apply it to her right nipple. It wouldn't reach. She started to panic. She lifted her right breast while pinching her nipple. Her left hand pulled, lifting her left breast by the nipple. It reached. She released the clamp on her right nipple and felt a sensation she had never felt before. It was almost electric as the waves of pleasurable pain shot thru her tits. Master had literally made a bra using nipple clamps.

Biting her lip she reached down and found the leather blindfold and the last lock. The point of no return she thought to herself. She slid the blindfold over her head and pulled it over her eyes. Reaching behind her head she found the end of the strap and pulled tightly. Not one ray of light penetrated anywhere. In a last move from freedom, and to obedience, she hooked the hasp of the padlock thru the ''D'' ring of her left wrist, and placed her hands behind her back. Somehow she managed to hook the hasp on the first try through the ''D'' ring of her right wrist cuff. Slowly she manipulated her fingers around the lock and snapped it closed. Done.

She was finally totally captive. Her exposed skin had a light sheen of perspiration. As she was motionless sitting on her folded, restrained legs the feelings in her body began to take over. Her nipples were on fire from the weight of her own tits pulling against the clamps that were biting into her flesh. She actually startled herself by the guttural moans coming from her mouth. She tried to lower her head to relieve some of the pressure of her aching tits but the collar did its job all too well. She tried moving her cuffed hands around her side to reach one of the clamps and release its grip on her very soul. This only caused more tension on her opposite tit, making her stop such silly actions. The corset kept her from bending over and relieving the strain. In desperation she started moving as much of her whole body as she could. Suddenly she lost her balance and toppled over onto her side luckily staying on the bed. She lay there completely motionless trying to catch breath and believing that being completely still was her best course of action now.

She lost track of all time. She knew that yelling for help would be useless since her house was on a large wooded lot and no one would hear her unless they were outside her window. That's when she heard the noise. She hoped it was Master and that he would have pity on her predicament. She listened even more intently trying to move her head so she could pick up the faintest noise.

A gloved leather hand came over her mouth clamping it shut. Mmmmph was the only sound she emitted. She felt another gloved hand slide up her leg and into the hollow that the thigh cuffs had made at her sex. The smooth leather glove rubbed her pussy lips and then tugged at her well-exposed ring. She tried crying out but again it was just a muffled mmmmmph. That's when it happened; the gloved hands left their position on her body and rolled her over onto her stomach. The cool satin sheets did nothing to the fire that had ignited in her nipples. She moaned loudly in her hogtied position and begged to be taken. She only prayed that it was Master and not some intruder who had managed to get in. Not a word was returned, but just as she was about to cry out for mercy the dildo deep in her pussy came to life. It started vibrating with an intensity that sent shock waves to the very depths of her soul. Then it started squirming inside of her pussy causing the butt plug to also start moving. She was no longer in pain. She was skyrocketing to an orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced in her life. An orgasm that she didn't even know existed!!! She heard herself screaming like it was someone else. Guttural, loud screams. Her body was pulling against every bond that held her so tightly captive. Breathing so quickly that she couldn't catch her breath; due to how tightly she had cinched the corset. She found herself pulling her head back causing the nipple clamps to bite even deeper into her swollen tits. Her last words before passing out from the orgasm were ''I'm yours Master, forever''..........

When she came to the blindfold was gone and her pussy was still. The nipple clamps had also been removed. Her legs were now straight and she was on her back with her hands still cuffed behind her. She started looking around as much as the collar would allow. No one. Had Master left her alone in this state? Footsteps came closer and then she saw Masters beard, his smile and finally his blue eyes. He stroked her cheek and his gloved hand grabbed her red hair. He pulled her closer and kissed her with a passion that caused the lights to change colors. Master kissed her cheek and then tenderly each of her eyes. She so loved the softness of his beard brushing against her skin. Master then shifted his attention to her breasts. Your weekend has just begun he said to her softly. I'm pleased at how well you followed my FAX. She smiled and said thank you Master, I want to please you in every way possible. And you shall my love, and you shall.