I ring the doorbell.

The beautiful blonde in her late twenties looks exactly like I know her from her movies.

"Hi, you must be Bruce. Come in," she smiles at me.

Her apartment looks cozy – home-like, not kinky like I expected. Emily seems to have read my mind since she asks: "Not what you had in mind?"

"Not exactly, but I didn't know what to think anyway. This is all quite new to me."

"That means you have never ..."

"No," I shake my head. "You're my first real encounter."

"Whoa," she smiles, "I actually like this idea a lot! Just out of curiosity, what prodded you to participate in the sweepstakes then?"

I feel blushing. "Well, I've done a lot of browsing and stumbled over your website eventually. So when I saw your ad, sweepstakes, first prize a dinner and a night with Emily, well, I thought what do I have to lose?"

"I'm glad you did, Bruce, because I think I'll enjoy this, too. First question for you now. How do you want to go to dinner?"

I frown. "What do you mean?"

"I guess you're not that familiar with the possibilities," she smiles. "We can go like John and Jane Doe to any restaurant, we can go to an insider restaurant with me tied up openly, or we can go to a fancy restaurant with me tied up secretly."

I have to think about this. "How would the third option work?"

"I have a few dresses that hide armbinders, but most of them look very fancy, therefore the fancy restaurant requirement. Aside from that people there are less likely to stare than in a family restaurant."

"Would you mind trying this?" I ask not too convinced yet. But the thrill of it ... going to dinner with Emily tied up!

"There are other possibilities to do this, which I will tell you about later. What I have in mind now will look as if I had no arms at all to hide the restraints," she explains. "Do you want to see?"

I nod and follow her into the adjoining room, which actually is her bedroom. She opens one door of a huge closet, and I see that it's full of bondage equipment despite I don't recognize the purpose of a lot of the things.

She pulls out several black leather gadgets.

"Backprayer armbinder. Want to try it on me?"

She explains it to me and also shows me the evening gown that goes with it.

"Yes, I'm ready to try it," I decide, and she smiles.

"Great! I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do. First though we'll dress you up, then me, because the restaurant that I have in mind requires suit and tie."

She has several suits in her closet, and we find one that reasonably fits me.

"Do you do that often?" I ask while Emily is binding my tie.

"No," she shakes her pretty head, "this is only the fourth time. Most of my customers don't have the guts to do it. Or they're local and would be recognized. My big respect for you, Bruce.

Your turn now," she looks at me and steps back, "to get me ready."

She strips naked first, then asks: "Do you want to help me with everything?"

I nod. "Of course, what a question? Why should a simple guy like me not want to dress a gorgeous woman like you?"

She laughs. "Okay. Let's start with this bra then." She chooses a pretty see-through one, black with laced rims. Her as I know from her website D-sized breasts are very firm, and my hands enjoy the task tremendously to arrange them in the flimsy material after I've hooked the clasp in her back.

"Now the interesting part, Bruce, the armbinder," Emily picks up the piece and hands it to me. "I'll walk you through. The armbinder goes on in four steps."

She puts her hands together in her back, fingertips pointing upwards. "Use that short Velcro strap to tie my wrists together. Tightly."

I do as Emily says, but she repeats: "Tight, tighter. There shouldn't be any give." Another pull and she states: "That's good. Now put the mitten over both of my hands and lace them up."

While I push the black leather pouch over her hands, she curls her fingers into fists. Lacing them up takes some time to make sure that they go on as tightly as possible.

"Too tight?" I am getting second thoughts.

"No, that should be just right," she smiles. "I see you enjoy this!"

Her thigh finds the bulge in my pants, and her pushing doesn't help either.

"Ah ..." I stutter.

"It's okay, Bruce," Emily tries to confirm, "you're supposed to enjoy this. Ready to go on?"

I nod, and she continues: "Take the long Velcro strap now and wrap it around my arms about four inches above my elbows. Then try to push my elbows upward while you tighten the strap. That's the tough part. Push, push hard, until my elbows touch each other."

"Doesn't that hurt you?" I ask.

"No," she shakes her head. "I'm flexible enough to do it, but I don't have the necessary muscles to pull up my arms myself. Your task, Bruce, go on. Push harder."

I use my right hand to push up her right elbow, the left one follows anyway due to the tight fit of the mitten. Slowly, her elbows start touching each other.

"Now, tighten the strap now!"

I manage to do so, then I watch Emily tightening her arm muscles. Not a lot happens. She's already tied up pretty well, I think, but there's more.

"Perfect," she smiles. " No give. Now the arm sheath, please. Lace it tight."

In order to slide it up between her arms and her back, I have to pull her arms away a little bit. It turns out that this is a task of inching it in. Finally the bottom pouch fits snugly around the tips of Emily's elbows. I lace it up, tightly, following her instructions. The final step is to secure it even more in place, two more straps to go, or rather three. One runs from the top right corner of her arm sheath up and forward outside around her shoulder, then loops back over the top of her shoulder to meet the strap from the other side behind her neck. The third strap comes up between her shoulders and her mitten-covered hands to be securely attached to the first two straps.

"How is it?" I ask.

"Perfect," she smiles. "I love this feeling of my arms being thoroughly trapped and absolutely useless. Do you like me this way, too?"

"Absolutely," I smile at her. "What's next now?"

She walks over to the closet, and I watch amazed how easily, selfevidently her left foot pulls the next gadget out of the pile of black leather equipment.

"Garter belt with accessory," she grins. "Please, put it around my waist and buckle it up in the back."

I figure out fast how it works, and it also becomes obvious what she meant with 'accessory'.

"I hope you don't mind the dildo," Emily asks. "There's a battery pack in the belt, and you'll have the remote for it, so I'm totally under your control."

The two inch wide leather strap that holds the dildo is attached in front to the garter belt and needs to be buckled on in the back. Emily spreads her legs that I can insert the dildo. It goes in easily, I think. Means that Emily is enjoying this as much as I.

"How comes you're not shaved?" I ask her.

"Because I don't like it! I don't care that most guys seem to like it, it's my body, and I like my hair."

"I do like it better this way," I state while I buckle the dildo strap to the back of her garter belt. "I don't know what's supposed to be attractive about shaved. Okay now?"

"Perfect, Bruce. You're doing a great job. Let's continue with my nylons then."

Black, ultra thin, they require my whole attention not to rip them while I'm pulling them up her pair of perfect legs.

"Just roll them up, that's easier," Emily suggests, and really, it works out a lot better.

"Do you want me to wear panties, Bruce?"

"Yes," I nod since I like that particular part of women's lingerie. "Matching."

The panties in question are if possible even flimsier than her bra and would reveal more than conceal – if the crucial spots weren't already covered by her crotch strap.

"Now the dress, you'll like it!" Emily announces. She walks towards another part of the huge closet, and her left foot opens the mirrored glass doors.

"The black one," her foot points at the garment in question. I take it off the coat hanger and explore it. Ingenuous!

Emily explains in detail how to put it on her. "Please, hold it up that I can step in. Pull it up over my butt and close the short zipper in the small of my back. Close the belt around my waist. Keep pulling upwards until all of the frills cover the armbinder. It's stretchy enough that you can pull it over my boobs, too. Keep going and close the zipper in my neck. What do you think?"

"Absolutely gorgeous!"

I'm almost speechless. The dress fits tightly around her breathtaking figure and embellishes this already beautiful woman even more. About ankle-length, shiny black satin material, it models Emily's perfect body to its full effect. The slit on the left side ends right below her panties. A turtleneck covers her throat and the armbinder straps, but there's a huge cutout above her breasts to show off her generous cleavage. The fabric covers her shoulders to accentuate her 'lack of arms'.

"Looks like you like it," Emily smiles satisfied.

"That's the understatement of the year," I grin back. "Are you ready to go to the Met?"

"Would you really?" Emily asks getting serious.

I nod. "Sure. If somebody else paid for the tickets. But be sure you'd draw every man's attention with your beauty!"

"Bruce," she answers seriously, "Be careful what you ask for. You might get it. Who knows?" But Emily changes topics now. "Shoes and hair to go. How tall are you?"

"Five seven only."

"Well, I'm five four, so would two-inch heels be okay with you?"

"Sure," I nod. "Where are they?"

Her feet are not on the small side, but the black high heels look good.

"Now comes the loaded question, Bruce. Not what you want me to do with my hair, since I can't," she shrugs her 'armless' shoulders, "but what you can do with it?"

"I'm not exactly good or imaginative at hairdressing," I admit, "but I can braid normal and French braids. Any suggestions?"

"Mmmm ... yes," she smiles. "I have one. Just do a thin braid on both sides in front, and I'll wear the rest open to help to distract people from my tied-up arms."

Emily's hair is as gorgeous as the rest of her, falling well beyond her shoulders, a lush blonde, and very thick.

"Ready to go, Bruce. I hope you don't mind driving. My car isn't set up for this." Again she wriggles her shoulders in that cute way.

"If you don't mind that I'm driving an old beaten-up Dodge truck," I grin.

She shakes her head. "Who cares? The 'Golden Eagle' is fancy, but since it's in the country, they don't have valet parking."

I help Emily into the high truck by just lifting her in. Of course I have to buckle her up – in the middle how she insist on.

While we're on the way, Emily says: "Bruce, there are two rules for this evening. The first is no talk about bondage. The second is that you have to keep physical contact with me as much as possible. For instance, since your truck has power steering, your right hand should be on my thigh now!"

She doesn't have to tell me that twice!

The long slit in her dress comes in handy, I think while my hand is slowly working its way inside until I touch nylon. Slowly upwards until I can feel Emily's soft, warm, smooth skin. I slightly squeeze, and she presses her thighs together to show me her appreciation.

She tells me a little bit about herself. High School, College, good grades, how she ran into a guy who first brought out her desire to be tied up and then introduced her to the business. Later on she opened her own boutique.

Helping her out of my truck goes the same way as in – I just lift her out.

"Hey, I could get used to that," she smiles, and a quick kiss on my mouth is the reward.

"The reservation is in your name," she whispers in my ear while we're waiting in a short line to get seated. "I was hoping that you'd go for it."

The restaurant is not packed, but there aren't many empty tables either. We are lucky to get a two-person corner table where we can sit at a ninety-degree angle to each other – to be closer and that I can feed her.

This task is a lot of fun with this beauty, even more fun is the physical closeness, the sexual tension. I'm trying to rest my hand on her thigh as much as possible, in between probing upwards underneath her crotch strap to explore her love mound.

I remember the dildo and turn it on. First Emily is taken by surprise, then she smiles.

"Thanks, I already thought you'd have forgotten about it."

I can see that hiding her arousal is getting more and more difficult, so I turn it off.

"Not all the way?" I ask.

"Not all the way," she confirms relieved – and not relieved at the same time, but we're in a fancy restaurant!

She's an excellent kisser, too, I think when Emily's tongue does wonderful things to mine and my mouth while her foot and toes – she must have slipped off the high heel – finds my crotch.

"Later more," Emily whispers in my ear after a delicious meal. "However, first I have another suggestion. Would you like to go dancing with me?"

"I don't really know because I can't dance," I admit.

"No, no, not ballroom dancing. I know an outfit where they play only slow rhythms for intimately dancing. Want to try it with me? With me this way??"

Again this seducing shoulder wriggling.

"Sure, I do," I get brave. It sounds like fun.

It is!

It's not very far to drive and the nightclub is not crammed full though well visited. We stick to soda and dancing for three hours.

Slowly rotating around each other, her magnificent body pressed close to mine, her head resting on my shoulder, my hands slowly wandering, exploring her back below the armbinder, her butt, hips, her ample breasts pressed against my chest. Now and then Emily asks me to turn on the dildo for a while, which results in passionate kisses. Sometimes I surprise her by turning it on without warning. One time I get her close, but stop it in time.

We talk little since we're just enjoying each other's physical closeness in slow sensual dancing.

Neither of us is tired, but we decide to head back to Emily's apartment.

"Your first prize is an evening and a night with me, Bruce," she smiles at me. "But I'll extend this to 48 hours if you promise me two things."

"If humanly possible I will."

"I'm having a wonderful time, and I want to be longer with you. First thing, no pain. I love being tied up, but I hate pain. I will tell you what's too much though I think that you probably won't go that far anyway. But I want to be all yours. Second thing, I want you to keep my arms rendered useless at all times except for changing restraints, so you will have to help me with eating, bathroom, and so on. Is both fine with you?"

Somehow anxious her beautiful brown eyes are looking into mine.

"Very okay," I promise.

"Okay, I have to go to the bathroom, right now," she grins obviously happy about this outcome.

We decide to take off her dress, panties, and the crotch strap, she wants to keep the nylons a little longer though. Emily relieves herself for a long time, and I gently wipe her.

"With you a girl could get used to being tied up all the time," she says softly.

"I could get used to having a girl who's always tied up," I answer even softer.

She looks deeply into my eyes. "Seriously?"

That's all that's said now. After I put the crotch strap with accessory back in place we head to her bedroom, where she sits down on her huge Cal King bed.

I turn on the remote. "Please, undress me, too, Emily."

She has to concentrate hard to use her nimble toes and talented mouth to take off all my clothes, but she is able to suppress her climax long enough.

Emily collapses on her bed then, and I turn off the remote.

"My turn now, Bruce," she smiles after she regained her breath. "Please, stand in front of me and close your eyes."

Soon I feel her mouth and tongue working on me ...

... and it doesn't take me long either. Emily swallows and says: "Okay, I guess our most urgent needs are satisfied, so you can get creative. I'm all yours, Bruce, use your imagination to tie me up and have me do impossible tasks. Maybe have a look at the closet for inspiration. I have a good selection."

"I hope it's okay not to do ropes since I wouldn't know how, and I don't want to hurt you."

Emily smiles. "Thanks, Bruce. I appreciate that."

Only after I've chosen my first gadget, I release Emily from the backprayer armbinder. I take off her crotch strap, but not the belt.

"I love straitjackets," Emily is very pleased when she sees the black leather item in my hands. "Strap me in!"

I'm a little slow since I need to figure out all the straps and buckles, but finally her arms are tightly secured in front of her generous chest – she can hardly move them any more since I tightened up very well. I pull the crotch strap tight and buckle it up, too.

Next step is a pair of her panties into her pretty mouth and several pieces of duct tape to seal her lips. "Please, lie down on the bed, belly down, and put your ankles against your thighs," I ask her.

Two wide leather straps finish the job.

"Now follow me to the living room to have a drink, please. Take place on the couch."

Emily's eyes widen in surprise first, but then they smile delighted. "Mmmph," sounds like 'great idea' in this case. It's fun watching her beautiful nimble body first wriggling off the bed, then inching her way across the thick soft carpet towards the living room. Getting on the couch takes her a while. She finally solves the problem by standing on her knees in front of the couch, falling forward onto her belly, then lifting her left thigh up onto the couch and wriggling the rest of her body upward. Finally she's sitting on her ankles facing me.

I remove the tape and panties from her mouth.

"Thanks, Bruce. That was fun!" Emily comments. "I hope you have more of these challenges for me. I love it!"

We drink some soda with Emily using a straw.

"You said I can really ask you for everything?" I need reassurance.

"That's a definite yes."

"Even ..." I stop in mid-sentence afraid of my own courage, but Emily seems to have understood why I'm reluctant, so she finishes my sentence, "... sleeping with me? Of course."

"I saw you had several more straitjackets. Do you think you can put one on me using your toes only?"

She thinks for a little, but "I guess, yes, if I'm not gagged."

The straitjacket that Emily uses on me now after I've released her legs is an almost identical one to hers. I slip in, and Emily uses feet, toes, and teeth to strap me in – as secure as she is. I try to move my arms – little give.

"Looks like we have equal opportunity now," she grins. "Catch me!"

Easier said than done since Emily is fast and nimble. Finally I manage to corner her in the bedroom – probably she has let me, I think.

"I'm ready," she says softly. "Let's remove the crotch straps."

I have forgotten about them, I think. It takes me triple the amount of time to unbuckle hers than she needs to undo mine.

"Who's on top?"

"You, Emily," I decide. I lie on my back, and she walks on her knees over me. Neither of us can use our arms for guidance, but finally she takes me deep into her. Deeper. Deeper.

We share an orgasm at the same time.

"If you keep going like this I'll extend the 48 hours into 72," Emily jokes.

"I'm not sure if that'd work," I laugh, "since I got to get back to work on Monday. But I'll try to win the next sweepstakes again."

"Or I'll figure out something else that that's not necessary," Emily adds softly.

I decide not to comment at this point.

Emily unbuckles my straitjacket, and I start diving for the next device.

That'll work, I decide and take off her jacket, too. First part is a wide black leather belt with several D-rings, which I tighten securely around her slim waist. A single glove armbinder to trap her arms on her back follows. I attach a strap to the D-ring at the binder's mitten end, pull it through her legs up her crotch and secure the other end to her waist belt. Next parts are a single mitten probably designed for a hand, but it fits her right foot as well. I pull its strap tightly around her ankle and buckle it up, then I pull her leg up to her thigh and secure the mitten to her waist belt. An additional belt around her ankle and thigh finishes the task.

"Time to make us some tea, Emily."

"Whoa, I love this, Bruce. You're so creative though I'm afraid I have to work a little on this. My kitchen isn't set up for doing work in this condition."

Some foot action while sitting on a barstool and a lot of mouth action provides us with two mugs of Earl Grey. In the interest of the floor – and the mugs – I carry them over to the dining room table.

Emily uses her foot and toes to drink.

"I've always had that fantasy that I can't use my arms, that's why I can do things that easily with my toes, "Emily tells me.

"You said you're open for everything?" I want to get confirmed again.

"Yes, Bruce, for the umpteenth time," Emily smiles. "Except for pain."

"No pain. But an impossible challenge this time. At least I think it's an impossible one. Want to try?"

"What are you waiting for?"

Before I start I put everything within reach, two chairs, a fourfoot bar, bondage tape, and some sexy underwear. I take off her armbinder and the cuffs. Then I dress her with the see-through black panties and bra I found. A generous piece of black duct tape covers her pretty mouth, two more pieces her beautiful eyes. I position the chairs about three feet apart and secure both ends of the spreader bar, lying on the seats, to opposite sides of the armrests.

I guide Emily to lie on her belly between the two chairs. Her head is underneath one of them. Then I pull her legs upward and generously tape both of her ankles to the bar. More layers of tape wrap around her calves just below her knees.

"I'll pull your arms back and upward now, please, grab the bar, Emily," I ask her. How nimble she is! I wrap a lot of tape around both of her hands and the bar. One more layer of tape around her elbows pressing them close together completes the task.

"Try to get loose, Emily. I'll give you half an hour."

Not really a lot that she can do. The chairs are standing solid, the bar is taped securely on. Both her hands are immobilized and fastened to the bar, so are her legs. She's gagged and blindfolded, lying on her belly, ankles and hands attached to the same bar behind and above her back.

She's able to move a lot more than I expected but to no avail. I watch Emily struggling for twenty minutes, then I pull the tape off her mouth.

"Give up?" I ask.

"Give up," she confirms. "Do you want to untie me? But remember, my arms need to be restrained at all times except for changing."

She means that I should figure out the next restraint first, I conclude. No problem!

I use the waist belt again after I've untied Emily. Black lace panties, black nylons, three-inch heels. A flimsy bra. Leather cuffs around her thighs, thick, padlocked, not strapped, mittens for both hands. Then I padlock the mittens to the thigh cuffs. A six-inch spreader bar between her ankles and a ballgag in her pretty mouth completes the task. I put the keys for the padlocks halfway back on top of an armoire about six feet high.

"Try to get the keys and free yourself, Emily," I smile, and she smiles back. I know that she enjoys this tremendously!

Emily contemplates for a while, then she hops off towards the living room returning with – a backscratcher wedged between her chin and her shoulder. She struggles for a while to push a chair in front of the armoire across the soft carpet. One powerful hop heaves her on top of the chair!

Some probing around with the backscratcher, and the key falls to the floor.

Grabbing it with her toes after she slipped off the high heels, inserting the key into the padlock at the other foot's ankle, and freeing it is the most amazing foot acrobatics I've ever seen!

Emily unlocks the padlock that connects the mitten to the thigh cuff first, then the mitten's one. Last step is taking the ballgag out off her mouth.

I clap applause, and she smiles: "Thanks, Bruce. That was fun. What's next?"

"How's about something to go to bed and for the rest of the night?" I suggest. "I definitely want to spend some of tonight in bed with you."

"Sounds great. What do you have in mind?"

"How do you sleep? I mean on your belly, on your side, or on your back?"

"Mostly on my back," she answers, "but I can sleep in almost any position. Being tied up sometimes for extended periods of time gives you plenty of practice."

"Great, because this will work then."

I show her what I have in mind, and she nods. "I'm looking forward to it."

I strip Emily naked except for her panties, and add a matching bra again, but one without shoulder straps. I buckle up the thick black leather mittens around her wrists, Emily lies down on her back on her huge bed, and I attach the mittens to the headboard using short chains and padlocks.

Her arms are stretched out above her head, she pulls at the chains, of course not a lot happens.

"Perfect, Bruce," she purrs like a cat. "But now I need you."

"We are not totally done yet," I grin. "I want you to help me with these."

I pick up a second pair of mittens, then I strip myself naked except for my underpants. I trap my left hand securely, then Emily's nimble toes buckle up the right one, too.

"That's even better, Bruce," Emily is thrilled. "I love it! Kneel in front of me, please."

Curious what she has in mind I do so. It takes only seconds for her feet and toes to take off my underpants.

Better than most fingers, I think, while Emily's toes are working on my male part – too a fast and predictable result.

"Your turn now, Bruce, use whatever parts are available on me!"

I decide to follow her example and use my toes to take care of her panties – what, of course, takes me a hundred times longer than her. My toes are pretty clumsy, I think, at least compared to hers, which are more like fingers. Finally I succeed though and probe deeper. I must have hit the right spot since Emily closes her eyes and starts breathing faster.

She climaxes as well.

"Your toes need more practice, Bruce," she grins, "so what's about my bra?"

She turns onto her side to allow me access to the clasp. Lots of fumbling, but finally I succeed.

"Use your imagination on me, Bruce," Emily smiles seductively. "My body is pretty sensitive and needs a lot of attention."

No kidding!

I can give her two more orgasms before we sleep with each other – for the first of three times.

Exhausted we fall asleep closely cuddled together.

It takes me a while to get awake, then I start to unbuckle the straps of my mittens using my teeth.

"Not yet, Bruce," Emily's sweet voice interrupts me. "First I want to have you. Now. Please." And she adds really softly: "Please, Bruce."

Which guy could resist Emily, a beautiful young woman with, in addition, her hands tied up in bondage mittens and secured to the headboard?

Certainly not me!

"What's about breakfast now?" I ask afterwards. "I'm hungry."

"What? That little bit of sex made you hungry?" she jokes, but gets serious fast. "But I'm hungry, too. Sex seems to do this."

I take off my mittens, then I open the padlocks that secure Emily's to the chains, but I don't take off her mittens themselves. Instead I pull another gadget out of her huge supply.

"Good thinking, Bruce," she smiles. "I love it! Your creativity, your ideas, just great! I'm having the time of my life here. I feel like I won my own sweepstakes."

"Well, I never had better either," I counter, and we both laugh.

Then I click the center loop of the four foot spreader bar shut around her slender neck and padlock her mittens to the loops at both ends. Bra, panties – and two adhesive eye patches finish the task.

I gently lead Emily to the kitchen.

While I'm preparing an American breakfast, I ask her: "Is there a way of taking a shower or bath with you tied up?"

"Sure, I got several stainless steel cuffs," she answers immediately. "Yes, aside from that I could do with a shower after all the activities, it will be fun. One condition though."

"Hmm?"

"Yes, one condition! You cannot use any washcloth, I want to feel your hands all over me."

"Sounds like fun to me, too," I smile, what she cannot see, of course. "I love to feel you."

Feeding Emily is fun – kissing her at least as much.

So is standing in her shower with surround jets.

I have replaced the mittens and the spreader bar with a pair of cuffs that trap her hands and arms on her back after taking off her bra and panties in the dining room. I also have added another pair around her ankles. Even more fun to watch her generous breasts doing incredibly erotic things while she was nimbly hopping to the bathroom.

After I've toweled her dry, Emily announces: "I have a challenge for you, Bruce. If I don't manage to get out of the bedroom within thirty minutes after you're done tying me up, you'll get another weekend like this. Conditions are as follows. You have to leave the door open. You can't tie me to anything, and you can use only my regular clothes to tie me up, no bondage equipment of any sort, no adhesive tape either. Up for it?"

"Of course," I agree. "I got nothing to lose, only to win. Please, give me time to figure this out."

"Sure, but don't take the cuffs off yet."

I look at Emily's huge selection of clothing and cannot make up my mind thinking of the stakes. "Can we do this later? Or do you want to do it now? I'd like to buy some time to develop a plan," I admit.

"Later's fine, Bruce. You have time until tomorrow evening to figure out how to win a second weekend. But what do you want to do now? These are boring," she shakes her handcuffed wrists.

"Well, I have a suggestion if you want to go along with it," I hesitate.

"Come on, Bruce! Everything is allowed except for pain and not keeping me tied up."

"I see that the weather is nice today. Windy, but dry and comfortable temperatures. I'd like to go on a walk or a little hike with you. I'm wondering if we could use the Venus corset that you mentioned yesterday evening?"

I didn't need to worry because Emily is enthusiastic immediately. "Whoa, I'd love doing that! You really don't mind showing in public with a girlfriend who looks like she had no arms?"

"Why should I?"

"Dumb stares for starters, dumb remarks."

"I don't care as long as you're having fun, too."

"I will, promise, I will!"

I release her ankle cuffs and Emily's toes pull the gadget out of a drawer.

"It's custom-made for me according to my design," she tells proudly. "It's close to my skin color, so I can wear it in combination with skirts as well even when the skirt hikes up for whatever reason, like wind as today."

I explore the gadget and decide it's ingenuous!

"Everything goes on top of it?" I guess.

"Correct," she grins. "Bra, panties, everything. Still want to go on a walk, Bruce?"

"Of course, I do."

"So let's get started with this," she exaggerates, "before the sun sets."

I take off her wrist cuffs now, too. Emily steps into the corset, and I pull it all the way up to her thighs. She slips her hands into the glove and finger compartments, palms flat against her thighs, and I pull the provided Velcro tight.

"Any give?" I ask, and she confirms: "No perfect. Go on."

I flip the outer part over and up all the way to just underneath her generous breasts. I lace it tight in the back, then I cover the laces with another set of Velcro. Her body is covered now from the top third of her thighs up to underneath her breasts expect for openings that she can go to the bathroom. Due to the corset's skin color, her narrow waist, and her flexibility it looks like she has just added a few pounds around her thighs, at her hips, and around her waist. While I put it on I felt that possible cavities are filled with something soft like foam to give it a smooth appearance.

"It goes with a miniskirt if you like, Bruce," Emily suggests. "Your choice what outfit you want you girlfriend wear today."

I decide for black cotton underpants and bra, skin-colored pantyhose, sleeveless white cotton undershirt, a green tee shirt, mid-thigh black miniskirt, tight, but stretchy, knee-high, low-heeled, black boots, and a green sweater with sleeves cut-off and sewn shut to emphasize her 'armlessness' to the best effect.

"I sew this one some way back, but never got to use it," Emily smiles delighted. "Thanks for letting me try this!"

I prepare a little backpack with jackets for both of us and some snacks plus water. "Just in case it's cooler than it looks," I state.

I look at her. "Oh, there's something missing."

She frowns. "What? You don't want to blindfold or gag me now?"

I laugh. "No, of course not. But I want to braid your hair into two braids."

More fun, I think, while I'm getting my girl ready for a walk in public.

We drive to a less frequented part of the city park. There are some people strolling around the lake, and, of course, Emily gets curious stares – but it seems to be due to a combination of her exceptionally good looks and her supposedly missing arms.

We talk, we play 'catch me' – she's pretty hard to catch since she's fast, nimble, and there's nothing to hold on easily – we just stroll.

In short terms, we're enjoying each other's company.

"Let's get that bench, Bruce," Emily suggests. "Please, sit down, I want to sit on you lap."

She takes place on my thighs facing me, using the gap between the seat and the backrest to stick her legs through. Of course, her skirt hikes up, but not dangerously so.

Her lips find mine, and we're kissing for a long time.

"You like me this way, don't you, Bruce?" Emily whispers in my ear. "Admit it!"

"I guess I do, but it has nothing to do with ..."

"I know that," she interrupts me. "I mean you like me tied up like that."

"I have to admit to that, I guess," I sigh exaggerated. "It's the only way to go out in public without asking for unwanted attention."

"And I have to admit that I like it, too, because I've always dreamt of being tied up in public."

We talk a lot more – and get to know each other better.

On the way back to my truck we have a nasty encounter in a totally deserted part of the park.

One of these self-righteous preacher types, a big guy probably six feet and 220 pounds, spots Emily, makes a beeline towards us, points his finger at her, and shouts: "You freak, you abomination! You'll burn in hell!"

"Let me handle this, Bruce," Emily says softly, very calm considering the circumstances.

"There's no god, and there's no hell, you asshole," she provokes the jerk.

"Blasphemy, freak, you'll burn in hell," the jerk shouts again.

"I'll prove to you that there's no god," Emily challenges him – and against my expectations she actually has his attention.

"You're crazy."

"If there's a god, he'd protect you from a freak like me, right?" Emily goes on.

He takes the bait. "Of course, you can't harm me. He'll protect me."

"Okay, come on then. Hit me. Punish me."

An odd sight. This dainty, apparently armless woman probably half his weight standing in front of this big lunatic, fearlessly looking into his eyes. I sense that she knows what she's doing, but I'm afraid for Emily anyway.

"Come on, coward. Hit me. Your god should be glad when you punish me," she challenges him again.

He goes into the trap and tries to punch her in the face.

Tries that is. It goes so fast that I have trouble later to recall what had happened.

Emily dodges his punch and kicks him in the stomach with the sole of her boot, hard! He jackknifes at his waist, and the tip of her boot meets his nose, which gives way with a crunching sound and spurts blood. When his head is up again, a kick to his solar plexus knocks him out.

For good measure, after a very short consideration, she adds a kick into his kidneys and one to his crotch.

"He'll be out for at least half an hour," she states calmly, hardly out of breath, "and then we'll be long gone. He will have a lot of fun with his balls for a while, too. He won't say anything because he'd have to admit that he was taken out by a supposedly armless woman half his size. And, Bruce, you might think this was too harsh," she looks at me, "but this asshole deserves way worse. I've seen him several times here in the park always harassing really disabled people, who cannot defend themselves. The cops got called on him a few times, but they never caught him. I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

I don't comment further now, but suggest hitting a grocery store to get steaks and potatoes for dinner. "I'd like to cook for you," I admit slightly embarrassed without knowing why.

"You're so sweet, Bruce," she kisses me on the lips, "I'd love that."

When we're back home I undress Emily completely except for the Venus corset. Her apartment is well-heated, so I add only sexy panties and a bra – and leather ankle-cuffs, which cause her having to hop to get anywhere.

I cook, I feed her, I clean up the kitchen, then I ask: "What would you like to do the rest of the evening?"

"I'd like to keep the corset until tomorrow morning – and I'd like to spend the evening like a normal couple in love."

"Game? Movie?"

"Movie sounds good to me. An old one?"

"Great! Cary Grant?"

"I got several of his, Bruce. Choose one."

"North by Northwest."

We make ourselves comfortable on the couch snuggled close together. We watch the movie, we have sex, we talk, we have more sex ...

We sleep in on Sunday morning.

When I wake up it comes back to me that I still have to solve the riddle how to win another weekend with Emily. She's still asleep, so I get up and look at her clothes.

Slowly an idea takes form in my mind.

"What are you doing, Bruce?" her sweet voice interrupts my line of thoughts.

I tell her, and she's very pleased that I'm working on it. Since her corset starts to get uncomfy I use the stainless steel handcuffs again, and we take a shower. Then I put Emily into a comfortable Posey straitjacket, an eighteen-inch spreader bar for her ankles, and add a remote controlled dildo before I pull the crotch strap tight. I don't turn it on yet since we're enjoying a leisurely breakfast first. After I've cleaned up the kitchen, we move back to the bedroom, and I push the remote switch.

"Fight it as long as you can, Emily," I say and add a ball gag for her lovely mouth.

Then I start collecting items, a lot out of a bottom drawer with nylons and pantyhoses ...

After Emily had her climax, I take off the Posey, the spreader bar, but I don't remove the dildo.

I dress her with bra and panties holding the dildo securely in place and clip the battery pack back on.

"Ready for the next fun?" I ask.

She nods. "Ready. Hope you'll get your second weekend!"

"Please, close you hands to fists, Emily," I ask and pull an ankle sock over them. Then I add a pair of regular socks, pull tight, and secure them with nylons wrapped around her wrists as often as possible and tighten them with knots.

"I was hoping that you'd find my old nylons collection," Emily grins, "they come in handy now, don't they?"

They sure do! I fold the open ends back over her fists again and use more nylons to tie them shut – looking like giftwrap, I think. What in a certain way it should become.

Next Emily puts her tied up hands to her shoulders, and I pull two pairs of thick above-knee length hiking socks over her doubled-up arms, each open end pulled tightly over her hands and secured with more nylons around her wrists. This is as good as wrist-to-shoulder cuffs.

Then I pull a tight looking pair of exercise pants over her arms until I can stretch it enough to pull the crotch over her head and place it in the back of her neck. I repeat the procedure twice with two layers of pantyhose. I pull the dangling loose ends from her elbows as tight together in her back and tie a know.

"Looks good so far, Bruce," Emily praises. "Still some way to go though."

I lead Emily to the middle of the room and use two pairs of panties neatly folded for eye patches and four more nylons to secure them in place. In addition I pull another nylon over her head like a robber's mask.

"See anything?" I ask her.

"No, Bruce. Great! I love your ideas."

Then I turn Emily around herself until she admits that she has totally lost her orientation.

I start working on her beautiful legs. I use several nylons to tie her right ankle to her sexy thigh. I straighten up her ankle, then I tie a nylon around her big toe. I pull the nylon all around her cute hips, tightly, and tie the other end around her right ankle. The idea is that she cannot fold her foot inwards. As long as her ankle points straight upwards, Emily is restricted at bending her body at her waist. I dress her with two pairs of pantyhoses, left foot forward into them, right knee forward, of course. A pair of generously looking jeans follows the same way. The right leg fits very tight over her doubled-up calf and thigh, but I manage to pull the jeans all the way up until I can close the buttons and the zipper and buckle up the belt. Tightly. Her right foot is pressed hard against her cute backside now. No give there.

In addition the extra nylon around her big toe does its work, too.

Some more nylons secure her left ankle to her left thigh. Two more pantyhoses follow, this time knee forward. One more nylon around her left ankle and thigh, then I push her left leg upwards against her generous chest and pull at the pantyhose's loose end to stretch it as much as possible. I use two more nylons to wrap around her left calf and back to immobilize Emily's left leg even further.

"A few more steps to go," I announce, and Emily's mouth smiles. "Good. You're doing great so far."

I choose a sweater that looks tight but long enough to pull it over her head, her trapped arms and her foot in front of her left hip. I pull it tightly down and wrap a nylon around the hem to prevent it from sliding upwards. I wrap the empty sleeves straitjacket-like around her chest and tie them together in her back. Two more nylons in chest-height around her trapped arms and leg follow. I try several of her coats but none is wide enough to fit over her arms and leg until Emily finally suggests, "Look in the closet on the very right. There's some stuff that guys left behind and never bothered to pick up. I think there's something that might work."

Yes, there is!

A long thick men's winter coat. It goes snugly over her arms, her left leg and foot, and is long enough that I can wrap the second to the last nylon around the bottom hem and her right thigh and calf.

"After this I'm done," I announce before I stuff her mouth full of panties and secure them with the last nylon. This will also keep the 'robber's mask' in place to prevent her from sliding it off her head.

"Half an hour now, Emily."

I purposely pointed her head towards the door hoping that she'd think that I'd rather point her away from it.

It seems to work!

Not that she makes a lot of progress, but she's slowly – slowly wriggling away from the door. Time seems to go too slow. She hits the wall, and her nose probes to find out where she is. She lies there obviously thinking what direction to go – well, wriggle. Finally she decides for the wrong one. Luckily.

Emily finds the bed, and I'm getting afraid that she'll know now what's the right direction.

She does! Slowly, she's moving towards the door now.

Twenty-seven minutes, twenty-eight ...

"Time's up," I shout excited when her head is less than a foot from the door opening. "I won the second weekend!"

I remove the gag and the blindfold, and Emily smiles: "Good! I'm already looking forward to it."

Did she purposely go slowly? I don't know, and I don't ask either. I'm just happy with the outcome.

While I'm literally unwrapping Emily, she says: "For the rest of the day I have a request, Bruce. I want to wear the Venus corset with a bonus."

Already curious what the bonus might be, I finish the task until she's standing beautifully like the Greek statue in front of me.

"Now the bonus," she smiles, walks to the closet, and uses her incredibly nimble toes to pick up another black leather gadget.

In essence it's an ankle-to thigh cuff, but it also wraps around her right foot and holds it tight against her backside by a strap over the back of her foot that buckles to a tight waist belt.

"That's the first part," Emily grins. "Here's the second."

She hops to the very back corner of that huge closet and uses her chin to open the door. "Please, put it on me, Bruce."

A dark rosewood peg-leg!

I strap it onto her doubled-up right leg, and she tries walking. It's obvious that she has done that before, and a question confirms my suspicion.

"There are quite a few guys out there who like this another twist of tying me up more," she admits. "Unfortunately not in public so far, but we're going to change this now. Do you want to go for another walk, Bruce? Can't be a long one though because this gets uncomfortable after a while."

Of course, I agree.

I dress her in a similar outfit as yesterday. Sweater, miniskirt, one boot, panty-hose.

We choose the same area of the park since we don't expect that scumbag back after his defeat yesterday. Aside from that his balls are probably still hurting badly.

Correct speculation!

We use the available benches for a lot of breaks and spend all together a marvelous afternoon.

We pick up a pizza at a drive-in place, and I feed my tied-up beauty queen in between a lot of kissing and caressing.

Saying goodbye is really tough.

"I hope it's okay that I call you for our second weekend together, Bruce. It'll probably be at least two months since I have a lot going on right now."

Our goodbye kiss lasts at least ten minutes, then I start my four hours drive home.

I'm thinking of Emily all the time. It's been two months since we met for the first time. She called me at least five times a week for the first six weeks, but I've heard nothing from her after that. Calling her didn't work either. Did she get tired of me being a boring office worker?

The phone on my desk is ringing. It's Emily!

"Hi, Bruce. How you're doing?"

"Fine. It's so good to hear from you!"

"Hey, listen. Are you up to a visit to the Met?"

"The Met? In New York?"

"Yes, this Met. Remember? They're playing Wagner's 'Flying Dutchman'."

"Of course, I do. Don't tell me you got ..."

"... two tickets, Friday in three weeks. Flights for two to New York and a suite in the Waldorf Astoria for three nights. Are you up to it?"

"Of course, I am. I wanted to see you again for two months."

"Great. There are only two minor glitches."

Glitches? I think. What could that be?

"Remember what I said? Be careful what you ask for, you might get it? The first glitch is that you have to take me to the Met with the Venus corset."

"Yeah, so what? I love to do this with you, you know! What's the difference between the park and the Met?"

"Well, there's something else, which is the second glitch. Or not for you."

"I'm all ears. But don't think I'll let go of you that easily. I'm ready for everything to be with you," I insist.

"Well, Bruce, I want you to start right away. Means, you have to come here to pick me up, tie me up, take me to the airport, all in restraints all the time. Are you up for this?"

Why does my head hurt, I think.

Oh no, I'm in my office, yes, but, I'm just waking up from this wonderful dream. And my head hurts because I've been lying on my pen while I was asleep. A look at my pocket watch tells me for about twenty minutes.

Too bad, I think. I'm sure it'd be fun to meet Emily in person.

The phone rings.

"Hello, Cromag Corporation. Bruce Heller."

"Hi, Bruce. You're the guy I'm looking for," a sweet female voice answers. "You've won the first prize in the sweepstakes of Emily Edison's Boutique. Hi, I'm Emily."

I guess I must have fainted this time.