Chapter 1

"I really do look ridiculous you know," Isabella said, tugging on her really short skirt without much success in covering up her shapely legs, "I guess I should be grateful your birthday only comes once a year," she continued with a wry smile.

"Hello nurse!" I said laughing, looking at Isabella up and down with a surge of desire. My girlfriend had gone all out this time I realized with affection. At only 110 pounds and 5 foot five, she was surprisingly curvy and the tight nursing outfit showed it very well. She was actually a doctor in real life but this one-piece white nursing suit with the short skirt and long slits up her thighs for ease of movement, the tapered waist, and her B, almost C cup breasts pushing against the tight material (not to mention the cleavage from a narrow V line) left me a little breathless.

"I see you like it," Isabella said half angry but half approvingly. Adding to the outfit, she had worn white heels, white thigh high pantyhose, and white gloves that went up to just over her elbows, showing her shapely forearms and slender wrists to great effect.

"Another thing you might like is that I'm not wearing either underwear or a bra." Isabella continued, doing a little twirl so I was able to admire her well rounded posterior. The outfit was completed by a little nurse's hat, under which she had tucked some of her long dark hair fetchingly. She'd also applied some rouge to her smooth pale cheeks as well as Hazel lipstick to her pouty lips. "So now that you're properly dumbstruck," she said, looking at me with those knowing dark eyes, "what's the plan? Remember we have dinner plans and handcuffs might leave a mark even with the gloves."

"I think we might be late for dinner today," I smiled. "But you know the drill, it's time for your blindfold." Isabella rolled her eyes in mock disdain but complied as I used one of my work ties and made sure she couldn't see anymore. I brushed my lips against hers briefly but when she leaned closer for more I pushed her back gently.

I had been trying to get her more into bondage, and I could tell she liked it, but it always took a while to convince her to try. Today she was being very obedient however, as I turned her around and began tying her wrists together behind her back. I had been watching some videos and pictures online and bought plenty of soft but strong rope at a bondage store online, and wanted to try something more advanced today.

I took the rope, folded it in two, made one loop horizontally about her wrists pulling the open end through the closed end, then made further neat coils. Finally when I had a good 2 inches of solid rope horizontally I made the vertical loops to tighten things in place and tied the knot off on the top side away from her fingers.

"It's a little tighter than usual," Isabella said, a little annoyed. In answer, I embraced her from behind kissed her neck, noting her rapid heartbeat. I also reached around and pinched her nipples through this tight fabric of her outfit. "We're just getting started you know." I replied.

I now took another length of rope folded in two and pulled another noose this time above her breasts. I pulled it tight around the back of her upper arms and then continued running the rope tightly under her breasts. Pulling this tight also I knotted it in place in the middle of her back, before running individual ropes to either side and tying off vertical loops just behind her armpits to prevent slippage. Between the wrist ropes and the chest ropes she was now pretty secure but I wasn't done yet. In our previous bondage attempts she had actually escaped a few times, but it did not seem likely this time and Isabella was realizing this as she struggled a little.

"You've been planning this haven't you?" Isabella asked and I kissed her briefly in reply, but I was too excited to continue. I know took third length of rope and tied her elbows together running the leftover rope over her shoulders and then tying it off in the middle of her back to the other rope about her chest. This would prevent the elbow of rope from slipping downwards. She is very flexible and I was almost able to bring her elbows together completely.

"Okay you win this time," Isabella said impatiently but I ignored this and had her twirl for me to view my work. Her arms were now almost immobile behind her back, and I enjoyed her breasts in profile as the rope gave them a pronounced curve.

I now helped Isabella over to a chair where I had her sit down and spread her legs. With further rope I tied off each ankle to a back leg of the chair and continued the rope with tension and ran it vertically about her wrist tie, immobilizing them further into a straight position.

A final rope I used to tie around her elbows vertically then fastened them to the back of the chair so she was held up straight.

Sensing I was done Isabella tried to struggle again, but this time there was not much she could do. Her legs were held spread with the ankles tied way back, her arms were helpless anyway and she was also forced to sit up straight.

"So what do you think of this one?" I asked while I admired my work and checked all the knots once more.

"Well it's a little excessive and uncomfortable don't you think? And how are we going to have sex?" Isabella sounded angry. I tried to calm her down with caresses. "I've been hoping to get you a little more into bondage," I said, " and I'm going to gag you now so if you want to stop you have to tell me now otherwise it will be too late!"

Isabella seemed a little shocked for a second and didn't say anything as I waited nervously. But finally she agreed, surprisingly meekly, and I placed a 2 inch red rubber ball gag I had bought, in her mouth, tightening the strap behind her neck. She mumbled something, and the ball looked gigantic but fetching in her mouth.

I now took a vibrator which had a ring at the back through which I ran a rope, and inserted the vibrator into her. Isabella was, as I had hoped, more moist and ready than she would ever have admitted so the vibrator slid in rather easily. She moaned a little into her gag but I did not turn it on yet. I carefully tied the vibrator into place using her thighs as an anchor.

When I finally turned the vibrator on a low setting, I was surprised to hear a little throaty squeal of delight. I began massaging her nipples and rubbing her clitoris gently and turned the vibrator on a higher setting. She came much faster than I had anticipated for her first time. But I was not letting her off the hook so easily. I turned the vibrator on lower and left her there for about an hour.

When I returned and help myself to her body again while turning the vibrator on higher, I could tell she was angry but she helplessly climaxed soon again. I repeated the process twice more at half-hour intervals before finally freeing her. Isabella looked angry, sore and exhausted but not entirely unhappy as she stalked off to the shower rubbing her wrists. I wondered if she would play again and looked forward to thinking up a scenario.


Chapter 2

A few weeks later, when I came home from a business trip, Isabella opened the door to our apartment and welcomed me in. She was wearing a wide strap pink tank top that just barely covered her breasts, and left her midsection bare, and pink striped sporty boy briefs designed for women. Though it was summer, she usually didn't run around the apartment so undressed, but I was pretty sure my birthday had already happened a few weeks earlier.

"Are you coming in or what?" Isabella asked with a half smile. Indeed I did enter then, hoping my heart would stop its strange flutter and I wouldn't need an ECG. We then had dinner and I told her about my trip, but I was rather distracted as she walked around, curvaceous hips swaying and then sat down afterwards on the couch, the bottom of her breasts visible under the tank top.

Isabella glanced at me sideways knowingly, "today is look but don't touch, a little revenge for how sore I was after your birthday." I groaned in reply and she laughed wickedly. But I actually did have something else in mind, something I had picked up on my way home from the airport at the hardware store. As Isabella looked on curiously and perhaps a little disappointedly, I disappeared into the guest room, and with some unexpected skills born of motivation mounted a sturdy plant hanger in the ceiling, basically a strong metal plate, screwed in firmly, with a ring in the middle facing down.

"Um, why are we hanging plants in the room that no one ever uses?" Isabella said coming in, with hands on her hips, looking exasperated.

"I wasn't really thinking of plants." I replied with a smirk.

Realization dawned on Isabella, and her eyes widened, "oh no not again!"

"Well," I said placatingly, "aren't you curious? It would be short and sweet of course."

"Short and sweet he says," Isabella replied sardonically, "my hands were numb, my jaw sore and my vagina was even sorer last time."

"I love it when you talk dirty dear," I said laughing, "but really, this one is different."

Isabella rolled her eyes, but she looked thoughtful, and more importantly she hadn't stormed out of the room. I smiled and gave her a quick kiss, "I'll be right back."

When I returned with beating heart, I was pleased to see Isabella sitting on the guest bed with her legs crossed, posing artfully and feigning boredom quite well. She looked cautiously at the supplies I brought which consisted of a long rope, a vibrator, and a new ball gag harness I had bought, this one only a 1.5 inch ball.

As Isabella looked on dubiously, I tied her wrists in a cross in front of her, then ran the rope through the ring in the ceiling, gently but firmly stretching her upwards until she was forced to stand on her tip toes. I then tied the rope off on the leg of the guest bed. It was a sturdy wooden king size bed and wouldn't budge anytime soon. It had taken several strong men to bring that sucker in.

"I should've never agreed to this," Isabella said trying to take little tiptoe steps, but I had stretched her out rather too well. Her breasts were pulled high and just about popping out of her top anyway so I helped them along and freed them by pushing up the tank top. I kissed her nipples briefly, then ran my hands down her slender waist which looked even narrower than usual because of the long stretch of her body. I finally rested my hands on her hips.

"You better not leave me like this for more than five minutes," she said half angrily but with an undertone of excitement.

"Well with this gag on, no one will be able to hear you scream," I replied smiling.

"What the hell is that thing anyway," Isabella asked half worriedly. It was in fact a rather secure contraption as I now showed her. The ball was held in place by three straps. One strap went behind her neck and buckled in place. The second strap went under her chin buckling there, and the third went over her forehead and behind, and buckled into the neck strap. Finally, much to her shock, I was able to padlock the straps behind her head in place, so she couldn't get it off even if her hands were free, unless she had the key.

Last but not least it was time for the vibrator which I set on medium/high, pushed gently into her vagina then secured in place with her, very own, lovely sport briefs. I began massaging her clitoris with one hand, my other hand cupping her breasts, when.... the doorbell rang.

Isabella's eyes opened wide, as I pretended to look confused, she began shaking her head mumbling something (probably "no") into her gag.

"Don't worry dear, I'll be right back," and indeed that was my intention, just to add a little slave spice to the game. Isabella was still shaking her head as I closed the door to the guest room, but I could also tell she was close to her first climax. I figured I'd be back in time for her second one.

But when I opened the door it was Jack. He was a rather pesky, handsome and single neighbor, who hung around way too much, always chummy but really looking for excuses to see Isabella. Before I could turn in the way Jack barged right in.

"Hey bro," he said punching my arm harder than he should have, "how are you guys?"

"Oh hi Jack," I replied trying to look vaguely enthusiastic and failing, "Isabella went for a jog and I was just getting some work done."

"Oh," Jack said looking disappointed, but then cheered up, "how about a quick beer then?"

About half an hour later, and a bad excuse that our upstairs bathroom was being renovated, I finally managed to get rid of Jack. I ran up to Isabella in the guest room, and let her down. She collapsed on the floor were trembling legs, her hands still tied in front of her.

"Sorry about that are you okay?" I asked even though her harness gang was still padlocked. Behind her head.

In reply she held up four fingers and shuddered.


Chapter 3

About a week later.

"Why aren't you ready yet, I'm hungry!" Isabella demanded. She was wearing a floral patterned dress which showed off her long legs and just enough cleavage to be tantalizing but not inappropriate.

"I had a thought," I said smiling.

Isabella rolled her eyes, "I don't think you can tie my hands behind my back in public," she laughed, "we might get arrested, this isn't Eastern Europe after all."

"Maybe we should make that our next vacation destination, but I actually have something else in mind."

Isabella sighed, "Fine, but make it quick."

"Okay, pull up your dress and take off your underwear."

"What? Hell no!"

"Trust me, you'll like this one." I replied, pulling a small but powerful vibrator and a three lock chastity belt out of a bag.

Isabella's eyes widened, "you want me to wear that in public? It will be obvious under my dress."

"We'll be sitting down most of time, and most people can't really stare at you that long without being obvious and then looking away quickly."

"That vibrator looks awful small though." Isabella said disparagingly, but I smiled inwardly as I could tell she was interested.

"Well?"

"Okay fine," Isabella groaned. She proceeded to pull up her dress and take off her panties as I put some goop on the vibrator and set it on medium. I then inserted it carefully into her vagina, and locked the chastity belt in place, with three small padlocks around the waist and crotch straps. I admired the contoured design for a second, and was satisfied that it was very secure.

"Did you set this on low, because it has quite a kick to it." Isabella said a little breathlessly.

"Lowest setting dear," I replied embracing her hard and kissing her passionately.

"Oh my, we better get out of here then sooner rather than later." Isabella said.

We were able to make it to the car, and then to the restaurant without any trouble. Isabella looked nervous, but the usual men, (and some women) checking her out were not looking for the very faint outlines of the chastity belt under her dress.

Once at our table, Isabella relaxed, but also looked a little dazed. "I think I might come," she whispered with wide eyes. The restaurant was loud, and covered up the faint hum of the vibrator very well.

"Indeed?" I replied feigning concern.

We ordered our dinner, and things were going splendidly. Isabella had a languorous look about her that was very pleasing, though occasionally she would shift a little bit in alarm.

Then Jack, and even worse, Sue from my own workplace showed up. The two of them had met at a party at our place, and Sue had been quite interested, even though Jack spent most of his time bugging Isabella. Sue was very attractive herself, blond and blue-eyed with a curvaceous but rather athletic figure.

"What a surprise," Jack said and I quickly realized it was actually not a surprise, especially as Sue's face turned angry before she looked away, "you guys want some company?" Jack continued.

Isabella who is normally quick on her feet but was clearly distracted, looked a little like a deer in the headlights. I also was too slow to make an excuse as I was distracted by anger, and before I knew it Jack had sat down next to me and Sue had sat down next to Isabella reluctantly.

Dinner proceeded awkwardly from there, and I wished I had set the vibrator on low as I had promised, because about five minutes later it was rather obvious that Isabella had come. She covered up rather well, by pretending to have swallowed something down the wrong path. Jack was all concern, but Sue, who was sitting next too Isabella looked suspicious.

Finally dinner ended and Sue was able to drag Jack off and we headed home ourselves.

Isabella was quiet in the car, but when we got home she exploded, "that was so embarrassing! I think Sue noticed. Get this thing off me."

"I think Jack is stalking you," I replied, changing the topic.

Isabella paused, thinking it over, "he is a little annoying but mainly just silly I think."

"Why don't you get ready for bed I have another surprise for you." I said.

Normally I'm pretty sure she would have said no, but with the mini vibrator running she wasn't quite herself. Isabella quickly ran up to the bathroom, to clean up and brush her teeth and then sat down on the bed wearing just a bra and the chastity belt.

"What crazy toys did you get now?" She asked as I brought a bag in, her dark eyes both nervous but also unusually lusty.

"Oh nothing fancy," I said deprecatingly and pulled out two leather bondage mittens, a posture collar, leather leg cuffs, a ball gag, some chain, and plenty of padlocks.

Isabella's eyes widened, "that looks a little extreme." But she didn't resist, as I buckled on the thick bondage mittens and padlocked them around her wrists. I then pulled her arms behind her back and using a short chain, padlocked her helpless hands close together and connected them to the chastity belt.

"You're going to take the vibrator out though right?" Isabella said as I continued working silently but she said nothing more. After placing the leg cuffs, the posture collar and the ball gag and locking them all with padlocks, I had her lie down on her side, on the far side of the bed. Once there, using chains I attached her posture collar ring to the upper bedpost and her ankles to the lower bedpost, giving her almost no slack.

Isabella mumbled something angrily into her gag as she lay on her side, almost immobile with her arms pinned behind her back, helpless in the mittens, while her neck and legs were firmly attached to the bedposts. The vibrator was still running and what must've been teasing torment.

I unhooked her bra and pulled it under her breasts and kissed her nipples, then rolled over and with the utmost in self discipline, went to sleep. I really wanted to teach her to be a slave but it was so tempting to give in. Throughout the night I woke up occasionally to fondle her just a little, and finally in the morning I freed her. After Isabella returned from the bathroom looking exhausted I braced for an angry outburst but she just crawled under the covers and mumbled something that sounded like '10' before falling asleep.


added Chapter 4 (added: 12/12/2009)

A few weeks later.

"This place looks really boring," Isabella said disparagingly. She was wearing a short black dress which showed off her long legs, curvaceous hips, slender waist and the lovely swell of her almost C cup sized breasts. Her long dark hair was parted in the middle, and fell straight past her shoulders fetchingly. The flawlessly smooth skin of her face was heavily made-up, with blush, eyeliner, shadow and pink lipstick. She had recently had her eyebrows plucked to slender and arched perfection.

We were in the middle of nowhere. And this was a good thing for what I had planned. I had rented a place at some expense, far in the hinterland. When we finally got there, Isabella sighed resignedly but went into the house as she had promised to perform her first attempt at self bondage. Meanwhile I enjoyed the mountainous view a moment before going into the garage to install the device I had brought along to an open cart which I had also arranged for in advance.

It was around noon by the time I was finished installing the surprise I had planned. I went inside the cottage and found Isabella in the upstairs bedroom, sitting on the bed slightly uncomfortably, but she stood up as best as she could, impatiently when I arrived. We had agreed I would have all the keys in my possession so once she locked herself in it was her decision and irreversible.

My heart beat a little faster as I looked approvingly at Isabella's simple yet effective self bondage. I had left it all up to her and she had not disappointed. For example, she had chosen the more stringent of gags with the 2 inch rubber ball and the three straps that locked under her chin behind her neck and over her head and padlocked it herself behind her head. She had even pulled the straps tight enough that there was no way to spit the big ball out.

I moved closer to examine her other chains and cuffs. She'd put on the 5 inch heels even though she admitted they were uncomfortable and hard to walk in. The leg cuffs separated by an 18 inch chain, she had secured around her slender ankles appropriately tight. I let my hand slide up one leg over her shapely calf and up her inner thigh. She was wearing nylons that ended mid thigh in an embroidered pattern.

I hiked up her dress and was pleased she had already taken off her underwear. I wouldn't need to cut it off then for what I planned. Her slit was moist as I fingered her then massaged her clitoris. The impatient look on her face was replaced by one of reluctant surrender.

I turned her around to examine her hand cuffs. She had wound a chain tightly around her waist and padlocked it. With the little bit of chain left over in the back she had attached handcuffs, via more padlocks, then snapped the cuffs closed about her wrists. Again she had not skimped out and left the cuffs loose, they were not tight enough to cut off circulation but certainly tight enough to make any escape impossible.

The sight of her slender shapely arms restrained in cold hard steel, and the fact that she had done it all to herself, out here in the middle of nowhere, robbed me of my discipline and I found myself bending her over the bed, hiking up her dress, and before I knew it entering her from behind. I plunged deep into her, going slowly but urgently, and between her natural lubrication, and relaxation after the initial shock, I was all the way in.

I went in and out a few more times but then finally got a hold of myself and withdrew. Somewhat angry at myself I took her by the arm and led her outside. I could tell Isabella's shock was growing by the moment as she took baby steps in her leg cuffs and insane heels.

Isabella shook her head urgently as we walked into the sunshine, and mumbled into her gag but there was no one around except us as I led her into the garage and helped her mount the cart. At the back of the open cart I'd installed a fucking machine. At this point Isabella's resistance became limp and disbelieving, as I eased her onto the seat and strapped her via tight buckles in place. I had meant to ease her into the whole going outdoors tied up in plain sight more gently, but had lost control and was rushing a bit now.

Between her self bondage, and the straps I'd applied to her ankles, thighs, and upper arms, she was now immobile, and I turned on the machine. I had lubricated the dildo well, and began to run the machine slowly.

Isabella looked at me in disbelief as the machine went in and out of her, gently enough to give pleasure, but also implacable in its motions. I watched her for a while, as she slowly relaxed and finally climaxed her first time with a deep shudder.

That's when I got in front of the cart and began to drive out of the garage. I heard screaming from behind Isabella's gag and turned around briefly to smile at her and tell her to enjoy the view of the mountains and forests.

We drove for about half an hour and the vistas were truly incredible. I stopped at an overhang once, overlooking a splendid Valley view, turned the machine on fast, massaged Isabella's breasts and kissed her neck as she helplessly came very hard.

When we got back to the cottage we were not alone however. Sue's car was parked behind mine and she was leaned against the side of it impatiently with her arms folded under her breasts, looking blond, trim and lovely. Sue's eyes widened when she saw what was happening and we were all very embarrassed and frozen. Except Isabella of course, who was still getting fucked by a machine.

"Maybe you should turn that off for now," Sue said to me finally, as the shock wore off and I realized that was a good idea.

"I'm really sorry to bother you guys in, uh, whatever it is you're doing, but we really need to talk. Jack broke into your apartment and now he's disappeared." Sue said, trying not to look at Isabella but failing. "Why don't you guys clean up and we can talk."

About half an hour later, me and Isabella came downstairs to join Sue in the kitchen. Isabella still had marks on her skin from the various cuffs and straps. Isabella was definitely not talking to me.

"Did he take any of our work files?" I asked Sue awkwardly.

"No we had a team check that." Sue replied.

"A team?" Isabella broke her silence in exasperation. "What could be so important that you would have to break-in to our apartment a second time?"

I sighed.

"I think it's time you told her," Sue said. I shook my head at first in denial but then realized Isabella wouldn't let this drop.

"Sue and I work for the agency." I said. "The central one."

"CIA?" Isabella asked in disbelief. "Just when my day couldn't get worse."

"I know the timing of all this isn't ideal," Sue said, "but I have been working Jack undercover to try and get at his father who is a billionaire with ties to foreign crime. Since none of our files were missing, but some of your personal effects were, do you have any idea what Jack might be up to. He was rather infatuated with you and you really knew him best of all of us."

I shifted uncomfortably.

Isabella looked thoughtful. "A few days ago Jack did confess he was in love with me," she said looking at me guiltily, "but I don't see how this is all connected to your investigation of his father. Unless, was a toothbrush or comb missing?"

I looked at Isabella in surprise.

Sue nodded.

"Well this may sound crazy but Jack is a brilliant geneticist, I can barely follow him sometimes despite having been to medical school. He has cloned cats, and I have a bad feeling he means to clone me." Isabella said looking grim.

"If he can tap on his father's resources, he could make it happen." I said worriedly, "We must find him!"


added Chapter 5 (added: 12/20/2009)

Six months later. A lot has happened.

We had tracked down Jack to a ship off the coast of Africa where he and his scientists were performing cloning experiments. The CIA made them all disappear after we raided and captured them. Jack's evil billionaire father was not pleased and soon after I returned from the mission, Isabella and I were kidnapped and held captive. Just about as they were getting ready to torture us to reveal Jack's location (Isabella spread out on a rack), Sue and a crack team of CIA operatives had managed to rescue us but Jack's father eluded capture.

Things had gone downhill from there. Isabella, not taking the turn of events too well soon broke up with me and entered witness protection. Sue and I were moved into a safe house, so we could continue working but also protect each other.

I was able to continue my work as an analyst cracking codes and languages but Sue who had been working in the field and later as a rather glamorous undercover agent felt like she had been demoted. I was despondent over the breakup with Isabella. Sue and I both blamed each other even though neither of us was at fault. Jack had really messed up our (life) stories.

Living with Sue wasn't exactly easy either. Isabella had let me control things around the house but Sue imposed all sorts of rules. I soon found myself eating and exercising better than I ever had. Sue herself had a strict regimen of running and exercise in the morning and martial arts in the evenings.

One evening when winter had descended upon us, Sue came home unusually early from martial art training. She hung up her coat in its precise location. Underneath she was wearing a gray wool dress, stockings and boots. The dress was so tight it left little of her athletic figure and swell of her C cup breasts to the imagination. Her chin length blonde hair framed her pretty face in a perfect oval. Her frigid pale blue eyes ignored me as usual however.

It is interesting how good an actress she is in her various undercover roles, when her real persona is rather aloof and logical. I looked after her swaying hips with a sort of miserable lust, expecting her to disappear in her room and blast her music for the rest of the night as usual. But to my surprise she reemerged from her room minus the boots, with two tickets in her hand.

"I have something to show you tonight," Sue said in her dulcet voice, dropping the tickets in my lap.

"Club dungeon?" I asked in disbelief looking at the tickets.

"Wear something appropriate from your old kit," Sue said, "we leave in 20 minutes. And yes the taxpayer is paying for this, but we have barely even touched our hardship compensation claim, so let's not feel guilty about it."

Dumbfounded yet excited to be doing something other than watch TV, I got in a cool looking leather outfit. Sue came back in a trenchcoat, heels and heavy makeup. She opened her coat briefly and gave me a tantalizing glimpse of fishnet stockings, a frilly thong, and a short lingerie top.

Sue closed her coat again and adjusted my clothing as I stared somewhat stupidly. "You're going to have to act more like a master again if this is to work," Sue said clinically. It was cold as we got into the car, and Sue pressed herself against me, pretending to hang on me but in reality just leeching my warmth as she was so underdressed.

When we got to the location of this 'Club Dungeon', a somewhat innocent looking warehouse, I felt another surge of excitement. We put on masks over our eyes that Sue had brought. Inside was quite different looking: fancy and decorated. First two burly security guards checked our tickets and ID's, then an attractive woman in a dominatrix outfit, had us sign some forms confirming I was the master and Sue was the slave and that we wouldn't sue the company. Sue was then led to a side room by another attractive dominatrix where her coat was removed and Sue's wrists were handcuffed behind her back in hinged cuffs and her neck was elegantly collared.

"Slaves must be restrained at all times in the premises," the first dominatrix said smilingly handing me the leash to Sue's collar, and a key to the cuffs, "Have a pleasant evening."

Sue's eyes were demurely down cast and she took small steps, as I led her by the leash into the main room. It was a large eating hall with a stage at the head. It was crowded and many had masks like us but some people were showing their faces. I sat down at my designated seat in a booth like area, and Sue kneeled on a pillow next to me, on the floor.

I snuck an admiring glance over at Sue, kneeling with her perfect posture, arms well restrained in those unpleasant hinged cuffs. Sue however was no longer acting the demure role but instead her blue eyes were scanning the crowd searching for something.

Food and drink was brought to us, and I fed Sue little tidbits which she ate absently. I considered taking Susan's mask off and maybe getting her attention back that way, but then a sight on the stage caught my attention. Although the woman was wearing a mask, the dark hair, the slender curvy figure, the very way she walked, left me with no doubt in my mind that it was Isabella. She was with a big man who strapped her to an x-shaped crossbar, by her wrists, upper arms, neck, waist, thighs, and ankles. Isabella was completely naked.

I looked over at Sue in disbelief. She returned my look gravely. "Using some of my old contacts," Sue said, "and some of the new database tricks you taught me, I was able to crack her witness protection status and found she stayed in the city. She works in a small private practice now and comes here regularly. That is her new boyfriend I think. I'm sorry but I wanted you to have closure."

I looked back at the stage in shock. The man was now applying one of those large headed external vibrators (Magic Wand) to her clitoris, making her come for the very appreciative crowd to see. She looked lovely as ever, helplessly strapped to the beams.

After Isabella's performance, there were other even more invasive events. Some girls got tied and fucked, or even mildly tortured. In some cases the crowd even participated. Normally I would have been enjoying myself, but after seeing Isabella again I was too depressed, and we left the club early.

A few weeks later on a Saturday, Sue joined me when I was watching TV which was very unusual. I had let myself get dragged to exercising in the morning followed by a rather unappetizing but healthy vegetarian lunch and was feeling tired. I expected Sue to disappear to wherever it was she usually went in the afternoon, but here she was sitting next to me.

"So are you doing okay?" Sue asked.

"It's getting better thanks." I replied looking at her in surprise. She did not say anymore however, but as conversations with her went, it had been a long one so I wasn't really complaining. She was wearing jeans and a tight sweater, her blond hair still damp from showering, her rose lipstick freshly applied making her lips look delicate and thick.

"You're looking much better these days, put on some muscle and lost any flab you had." Sue noted clinically. "You should join me for martial arts practice."

Though being complemented by beautiful women wasn't a bad thing, coming from Sue it sounded much like a lecture on Benedictine monastery history. So I didn't reply.

Sue didn't leave however and I realized she was working her way to asking me something and having a difficult time of it.

Finally Sue said, "When I met you and Isabella at the restaurant with Jack, did she have a vibrator in her or something?"

I looked at her in surprise, "yes actually, within a locked chastity belt. It's called 'hum'. Why do you ask?"

Emotions cracked through Sue's icy façade, "I was just wondering what it might feel like, though not in public of course."

I smiled, imagining the icy beautiful blonde humming away wasn't such an unpleasant thought. "Well you could try it sometime if you like I still have my full kit as you know."

"How about now? Sue blurted, blushing furiously.

"Um, yeah go for it." I said shrugging.

"I mean though, with you doing it, whatever it is." Sue said nervously.

"Me? But I'd have to see you naked and such." I replied in some confusion.

"Yes, you'd probably have to restrain me also I'm thinking, just so I can experience the full, whatever it is, you know." Sue said looking away.

I looked at her in disbelief. It was clear she was serious however so we went over to the bedroom where she immediately began undressing. Beneath her sweater and jeans she was wearing just panties and bra, which also came off quickly.

"How is this for your work?" Sue asked.

I stared at her nakedness. She was about 5 foot six, with a 34C -- 24 -- 35 figure. She was much more athletic and paler than Isabella with well-defined muscles and stronger shoulders, but still looked great. She turned around once, and showed me her rounded toned rear as well.

"They're not real you know," Sue said catching me stare at her breasts. They were round and perfectly proportioned with big pink nipples. "They were part of my bonus for working undercover in certain roles. They might as well be real though the way you and others have stared at them."

"Indeed." I replied somewhat at a loss for words.

"So what happens now?"

"Well," I said somewhat nervously, "do you want something light or the real deal?"

"The real deal." Sue replied firmly. "I mean so I can experience it fully and such."

I nodded and went over to my chest to get a few things out. I decided to start with a leather collar which I locked around her neck with a small padlock. I then ran a chain down from her collar and attached it to a double lock silver pair of handcuffs, normal but sturdy issue, separated by a short chain. Somewhat gingerly, I pulled her arms behind her back, and locked her wrists into the hanging handcuffs. She still had some freedom of movement but she could not slip her wrists under her legs, as the chain attaching the collar to the handcuffs was only long enough to allow her to rest her hands high on her buttocks, closer to the small of her back.

I admired her slender but strong arms encased in steel for a moment, as well as her perfectly rounded buttocks before moving down to her ankles where I applied a 1 foot spreader bar attached to two leather cuffs. I secured her ankles with four padlocks, two for the cuffs and two for the spreader bar.

"Are you still doing all right?" I asked Sue.

"I don't think I can get out of this." Sue replied.

Taking that as a yes, I continued by prepping a smaller anal dildo and a slightly larger vibrator dildo with excess lubricant. I switched the vibrator to low. Both dildos were mounted on secure pads through which I could run the chastity harness on either end. I inserted the vaginal vibrator dildo first, going very slowly as I could tell Sue was nervous. Once that was in place I let it work its magic for a while before pushing in the smaller anal dildo slowly. I then tightened the chastity belt in place, ceiling both pads upon which the dildos rested, tightly about Sue's waist and crotch and locked it in two places with padlock.

I watched Sue as she shifted a little, and then closed her eyes with a shudder. "This is a little more than I expected," she said opening her eyes again and looking at me, with a little more heat in her normally icy blue eyes.

"Oh one more thing, since you did want the real deal right?" I smiled, eyeing her large nipples with scarcely concealed lust.

Sue nodded uncertainly. I reached out and pinched her nipples, then massaged them with circular motions until they were pleasingly erect. "This will hurt for just a moment but then it will feel quite interesting," I said as I applied nipple clamps connected by a short chain. Sue hissed in surprise.

"Ready for a little walk?" I asked Sue.

"I don't think I can really walk like this," Sue replied, in her logical voice.

I tugged on the nipple clamp chain, gently but firmly and she quickly followed taking awkward steps in the spreader bar around her ankles. I led her around the apartment using the nipple clamp to direct. I had her go down to her knees a few times and get up again, rather enjoying myself. Finally I parked her in the kitchen, where the counter had old-fashioned but sturdy support beams. I undid one of her nipple clamps and redid the chain around the pillar.

Sue now stood helplessly pinned to the pillar because of the nipple clamp chain. Her handcuffed hands rested high on her buttocks while her legs were slightly spread by the spreader bar. I enjoyed the view of her curves for little while.

"What happens now?" Sue asked, turning towards me with some difficulty.

"Nothing." I replied smilingly.

"Oh."

"Well I'll be back in a bit don't go anywhere!"

Sue groaned in reply.

I came back about 10 minutes later and found Sue resting her head against the pillar with her eyes closed in a kind of reverie. I reached around and undid the nipple clamps. "Well you're free now to do as you like." I said.

"Aren't you forgetting something? Sue asked, showing me her cuffed wrists as best as she could with the chain holding them up and behind her back.

"Oh that, that part isn't until much later." I smiled again.

Sue as expected, went straight for a room, where I knew she had lock picks. I of course had locked her door and had the key in my pocket. She came back to where I was sitting on the couch and kneeled next to me on the floor.

"Is this the part where I beg?" Sue asked looking up at me.

"It might reduce your sentence but it won't help much." I laughed.

"I think I have almost come about three times." Sue groaned resting her forehead on my lap. I stroked her blonde hair comfortingly.

"Oh by the way, you do realize we are a couple now," Sue said looking up at me intensely.

"Really?" Not sure if I should be elated or concerned.

"Positive." Sue replied rubbing her pussy against my leg.


Chapter 6 (added: 01/22/2010)

Going out with Sue seemed like a straightforward and good idea. After all we had lived and worked together for months now, she was multifaceted, intelligent and beautiful. Admittedly, I had been expecting her to continue being a little controlling in the day-to-day affairs but thought it would be well-balanced with excellent sex and her occasionally submitting to a bondage session.

I was in for a surprise. Not that the sex wasn't excellent, it really was, but I was definitely never on top. The daily routine became increasingly regimented, and when I was rather halfhearted during martial arts training, I found my arm twisted painfully in some judo maneuver, and Sue then left me handcuffed to the radiator for about two hours afterwards. Even though I was stronger, heavier and taller than her, she was a much better fighter, more vicious and always finding weak spots so I had long since stopped trying to have the upper hand in our sparring.

Some months went by and we were able to move out of the safe house and into an apartment together as the security situation cleared up. Sue went back on fieldwork, which cheered her up and left me with a little more freedom again. It was late spring and getting warmer again, and one of those rare days where we both had off. I was checking something on the computer when Sue came over. She was dressed in short shorts, a tight T-shirt and sneakers, showing off long shapely muscular legs among other interesting things.

Sue began massaging my neck, occasionally bending closer so I could feel her breasts in my back. She then ran her hands over my chest, pausing to massage and squeeze my nipples, before extending down all the way to my rapidly swelling member. I closed my eyes for a moment and before I knew it she was handcuffing my wrists behind the chair. I really wasn't in the mood to be tied up but I said nothing, so she skipped to the bedroom and came back with chains, padlocks and ankle cuffs. The cuffs were quickly applied to my ankles then via padlock chain, pulled back, from which the chain was extended tightly around my waist and finally attached to the cuffs.

I tried to move but I was pinned effectively to the chair with my legs pulled back. The cuffs on both the ankles and wrists were too tight as was the chain around my waist so it wasn't a very comfortable situation to be in.

"You don't look happy, I thought you liked bondage," Sue said matter-of-factly, hands on her hips, head cocked to the side, surveying her work.

"I'd rather be doing it to you," I said eyeing her slender curves appreciatively.

"Oh come now, I think you might enjoy being on the receiving end. Let me prove it to you," Sue said taking off her clothes. I watched her with a mixture of desire and anger. Sue now stood naked before me and began rubbing herself. I watched her hands travel over her thighs and hips, up her impossibly perfect abdominal muscles, and cup her round breasts, tweaking her own nipples until they were pink and erect.

Sue walked over to me then with an exaggeratedly sexy sway to her hips, and took my package out of my pants. It had betrayed me and become erect again. Sue smiled as she took it into her mouth. I was soon panting with desire despite my attempts to resist. Sensing this, Sue mounted me and forced me to come. Kissing me hard on the lips Sue then left me there simmering for 10 minutes before taking me again despite my best efforts to resist.

A few days later I had been plotting my revenge and I'd come up with a plan that involved the dungeon club. I dropped two tickets unceremoniously into her lap. "Wear something sexy. The tickets are not refundable." I said putting on a brave assertive front.

"Okay I see two problems. One, it says slave on my ticket, two, Isabella better not be there." Sue said frowning.

I smiled since her objections were not what I had expected. "Isabella is history and yes it is your turn, remember?"

Sue mulled it over, seemingly to object but then nodded uncertainly. My smile grew even wider and she smiled back tentatively. An hour later, Sue was finally done getting ready. She had applied heavy makeup, and artfully arranged her blonde hair to frame her face. Sue's pale, wide open blue eyes had a challenging look under her thick lashes. She was wearing the trenchcoat again and high heels. She made for the door but I stopped her.

"Your slave name tonight is Susie," I said, "and you're not quite ready yet to leave."

Susie seemed surprised and did not conceal it well. I opened her coat and noted she had put on thigh high nylons, attractive boy brief underwear with embroidering, and a tight lingerie top, emphasizing her narrow waist. I nodded approvingly. "Take your arms out of your sleeves and put them behind your back."

"You can't tie me up now, we're going outside." Susie objected.

"You were not given permission to speak slave," I said sternly.

Susie hesitated but then complied, and I quickly tied her wrists behind her back and hooked them via a crotch strap around her waist and pussy. Susie had big eyes as I rearranged her coat and buttoned it up to cover up her tied arms and lack of clothing.

We made it to the car without incident and I helped her with her seatbelt. Susie looked over at me occasionally but did not try to speak and I smiled, quite pleased with how things were going so far.

Once we reached the club I put on a mask on Susie and then myself, and we were checked over by the bouncers, who nodded appreciatively at Susie. Inside we had to sign forms with the dominatrix women and hang up our coats. They looked approvingly at Susie's pre-tied up condition. I was feeling quite pleased with myself at this point. We were then led by two attractive hostesses to a private room, filled with equipment and contraptions. The hostesses transferred Susie upon my request to a swing from which two thick leather cuffs dangled. Susie was locked in by her wrists to the hanging cuffs and then the swing was winched up to the appropriate height. Smiling the hostesses left us and I proceeded to take off their masks.

"You may speak freely now slave Susie until the gag is applied."

"Have I been naughty, master?" Susie asked.

"As a matter of fact you have, though you have behaved impeccably tonight so far." I grinned.

"This room is even scarier than your chest at home." Susie said.

That was true. And tonight we would barely even scratch the surface. "Any last words before I apply the gag?"

Susie looked nervous but shook her head, "No master. Please be gentle."

I disinfected a penis gag harness and applied it firmly in Susie's mouth. She groaned in surprise and her eyes widened. With some rope, I then attached the ring at the top of the harness to the swing above from which her wrists were already attached. Her head was now also held quite immobile.

With some scissors I proceeded to cut off all her clothing to more groans and shrieks from Susie. I enjoyed the view of her slender athletic curves and lovely fake C. cup breasts for a bit before applying a Magic wand vibrator and fondling her breasts and nipples with my free hand. I let her come at least once that I was aware of before applying a spreader bar to her ankles. This was no ordinary spreader bar. It was actually a T design with ankle cuffs on two ends and a dildo on the third. I put a condom on the dildo and inserted it carefully but firmly into her pussy. I used some rope to attach the dildo to her thighs and waist, just make sure she could not push it out.

Susie was looking at me fearfully at this point I gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek, before winching her up higher, forcing her to support her weight mostly on her arms. She could just barely tiptoe down. She was strong for her weight and could support herself quite easily, so I was not really concerned and rather enjoying the view of her slender strong arms holding herself up, her attractive back, her narrow waist, her round toned buttocks, and her shapely spread legs and impaled vagina, floating.

I took out a small suede whip and began working Susie's back and buttocks and legs to more surprised shrieks. I didn't hit hard but she could definitely feel it. I relented a little and applied the magic wand in the front for a while, before applying lubricant to myself and taking her rectally, with some caution, but letting myself come.

When I winched Susie down finally, and freed her, she collapsed on her knees and didn't look up. I took her wrists and tied them in front of her in a cross and covered her in her coat and took her home gently.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting her to say after that, though when she whispered thank you Master, I was certainly not displeased.