Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who is enjoying my adventures thus far!


I. Another New Purchase

It had been a few weeks since I had been to the bookstore. Sure, I had thought about going back, and indeed I did have a reason to go back (another item to purchase and test). But it had been so long I thought that Miss might think I chickened out, or lost interest. Would there be some sort of repercussion for not keeping with the seemingly weekly visit? Should there be? Would it even matter? To many variables, just go in and get on with it!

As I stepped out of the car, the cooling evening air hit me. I was dressed to kill? Maim? No, severely wound! The slightly tight, button down blouse was thin enough, and just the right color, that my slightly dark areolas were just visible enough. And when my nipples plumped up, it would be quite easy to see. It felt nice to be liberated from the bra I had to wear with my business attire.

The leather pencil skirt wasn't quite mini, but not exactly matronly either. The tops of my stockings, and the connecting garters, were hidden by an inch or two. A nice, discreet surprise for those who bothered to watch when my body moved in certain ways!

And I even splurged a bit last time I was in the Providence Place Mall and got a nice pair of four inch heels. I have been practicing walking in them at home just for this, their inaugural occasion.

My hair was down, untamed and catching the slight breeze as I closed the door and turned from my car. It's amazing what kind of transformation can occur in the front seat of a car in a parking garage!

The walk towards the door allowed me just enough time to begin thinking even more, so I slowed my pace. Anticipating. Would she somehow hold it against me? Would she find some way to punish me for it? Of course, one repeat visit within a certain time frame is hardly a standard. But who knows what will go through her mind? I absently fingered my chrome collar just before going inside.

At least this time I managed to make myself look a bit less business like and a bit more, well, sensual. I made sure to unbutton my blouse a few inches. I had pretty much decided to come here as an afterthought as I drove out of the parking garage, so the stockings I was wearing nude and business-like. And the stockings I had brought previously weren't in my purse either.

So, I walk inside. But this time, there are more "customers" than I have seen here before! Five....six, seven...eight! Wow. That's what I get for not coming on the Monday, I guess! And mostly men, just one other is female, besides myself and Miss, who I see at the counter helping a customer. I start to wander the store, trying not to make eye contact with the others, eventually making it to the restraint area.

As my eyes begin to search for this trip's purchase, I suddenly hear a soft and quiet voice in my left ear saying "So, it's been awhile."

Startled, I turned rapidly to my left to see that it was Miss. Looking thin and sexy as before. Fuck she moves like a cat! Oh, the eyebrow piercings are new, or are they?

"Have you taken a vow of silence?"

'No Miss, I...I'm sorry" What is it about this girl who's like half my age that makes me feel like I'm a school child all over again?

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back. It's been nearly a month."

'Yes.... Things just kept coming up. I.... I should've come sooner."

"Yes, you should have." Then, a few awkward moments of silence. Well, awkward at least, for me! But just as suddenly as the conversation had stopped, it started up again.

She flipped at the ring on my collar. "So, what are you looking for this time?"

She really loves doing that 'Handcuffs.' was my immediate reply.

A smile. "Any particular style?"

I pondered the question for a moment. I was only told to get handcuffs! I assumed there was only one kind, how silly of me! 'No.' was my weak reply.

A smirk. A sinister smirk. Oh shit, I'm in for it now! "Well, let's take a look then."

And with that she began to detail the different styles of hand restraints, and the different variations on those styles. I really didn't expect this much variety, and I am sure I looked overwhelmed.

A few giggles issued forth. Is she laughing at me? I thought, but my answer was immediately registered in my head as negative. "You look confused."

'I have to admit I am. I really didn't expect his much...' and the next word came from both our mouths in unison: "variety".

We both giggled a bit over that, and as she did, her hands immediately reached for a box on the shelf and she turned away from me, hiding it from my view, and started to walk back towards the check out. I followed right behind her, wondering what she had grabbed. Glancing back at the empty spot on the shelf revealed nothing about the purchase I was about to make.

She kept the box hidden as she rang it up and took my money and then gestured for me to go ahead of her towards the back room. Cheeky bitch! I thought as I walked ahead of her, wondering what new pleasure and pains awaited me tonight.


II. Playtime

The room hadn't changed at all in my absence. The faint smell of bleach told me it had been recently used though! After Miss came through the door she started to speak

succinctly.

"Don't turn around. Strip down to your underthings."

I did as she commanded, and soon I was in a bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and my heels.

"Are heels underthings?" The question came in an annoyed tone. I leaned down to either side and slipped both off as I apologized.

Moments passed in silence. I knew she was looking me over and formulating something in her devious little mind. I shivered slightly and my nipples grew plumper and harder in anticipation.

"Take it all off." And, I did.

"Sit on the couch, feet flat on the floor, back straight, head forward, hands to your side". I did as I was told.

It was as I was sitting that I got my first view of what Miss had been up to. In each hand was a set of what looked to be leather cuffs, sort of padded on the inside. She was also totally naked as well. Not only had I noticed the eyebrow rings earlier, but I could also see a new piercing at her belly button.

"Did you bring anything else with you?"

I shook my head.

"That's disappointing." She said flatly.

'I'm sorry Miss, this was actually a spur of the moment decision to come here tonight even though I have been trying to for weeks.'

That devilish smirk again. "I'll improvise then."

She got to work without a word. Placing each cuff to either side of me, she fastened my left wrist, and then my right. She then proceeded to lift my right leg slightly and slide the other side of the cuff under my upper leg. My leg was then lowered, and the closure fastened. The same routine was repeated with my left leg.

When she was done, Miss stepped back to examine her handiwork with a slight grin of satisfaction. I can only imagine how I looked to her: naked, breasts hanging slightly forward and outward, nipples plumping up, hands out in front of me, down low, and securely cuffed to my thighs.

"Stand up about a foot away from the couch, then kneel down."

Once again I immediately obeyed. Miss rummaged through my clothing pile, pulled out my stockings, and moved to my right. Here we go again with the gag I thought. But you know what they say: Do you know what thought said? Think again!

"Spread your feet out wider, then sit back."

After I did, she proceeded to tie a stocking around my right ankle and the other end to the foot of the couch. She did the same with my left ankle. Now my lower legs were spread out quite a bit, and I had to adjust my upper legs to alleviate the strain.

"Comfy?" she asked with a smirk. I nodded.

She turned and rummaged through the clothing again and came back with my panties and my garter belt. She folded the panties into a rectangle and placed them over my eyes as she told me to close them. I could then feel her place the garter belt against them and pull around the sides to the back, and tying it off at the back of my head, completing the improvised blindfold.

"Now I'm not gagging you this time, but you will not speak...at all. Understood?" Again I nodded.

"Good." And with that I heard what sounded like her putting her clothes back on, the door open, and then close. And then I was acutely aware that I was left alone in the room, tied up and pretty much helpless.


III. Funtime

I'm not sure exactly how long I was alone, but it was a good 15 or 20 minutes. I was wondering just what I was in for. The anticipation was making me wetter. I was ready, more than ready, for something! Anything! What the hell is taking her so long? Did she forget? Is this all I'm going to get tonight? In what seemed like several minutes after that thought, I heard the door knob start turning. And my heart began to beat faster.

I tried to listen to where she was, what she was doing. But the TV turned on almost immediately, with the local newscast. Then the familiar cheesy music of a porn was starting: there must have been a DVD in the player already. I couldn't really make out her moving around, and I'm sure that was her intent.

Depravation of one sense usually makes the others stronger over time. And my hearing would be just a bit keener. But she just negated that. Another minute or two passed.

I jumped slightly when I felt her hand graze my right calf! She was undoing the stocking; the same on the other side. I reflexively pulled my legs in and raised myself a bit, trying to stretch out. But her hand on my head forced me back down.

Soon after she was behind me, her hands under my arms, starting to pull me upright. I did the best I could to help her, but my legs were slightly jellied and numb. A slight, silent struggle and I was standing. She spread my legs apart at the ankles, the way cops do to frisk someone. Then I felt the pressure from her hands between my shoulder blades forcing me forward and down, bending over at the waist.

I soon felt something sliding back and forth on my wet slit from behind...a dildo! Soon enough it was in me. All the way in, and I could feel her lower body pressed against my buttocks as I exhaled as quietly as I could. She then grabbed my hips and shuffled me backwards and down in one fell swoop. With my arms restrained and no way to balance myself I fell backwards into her lap, full force, the strap-on dildo plunging deep into me!

I bit my lower lip and stifle a half moan, half groan from the slightly sharp and unexpected intrusion against my cervix.

Next Miss slowly opened my legs to the outside, out and over hers. I could feel that her knees were close together, our naked flesh rubbing together. Then she undid the left cuff strap from my thigh, then the right one. I guess I was posed the way she wanted.

And then it got even more interesting.

As I tried to strain my eyesight through the makeshift, and effective, blindfold Hell I thought the light colored panties would give me some kind of vision! Miss methodically moved my right arm, placing it between her leg and mine, and then fastened the cuff to her own thigh! Soon after, the left side followed.

I was leaning forward and downward, my hands cuffed out to my front, my biceps pushing against my breasts and forcing them up and out. What a sight it must have been! The angle had taken me forward a bit and the strap-on slid out a little, although it was still mostly inside me.

Then I felt Miss' hand slide up my torso on the right, over the shoulder toward my face.

Something tapping against my right cheek? Hard, solid, like...the feeling of a dildo! I felt it slide along my cheek down my chin up the other side, tapping again. And then the other hand from my left shoulder, down the torso, and back behind me.

And then silence.

Stillness.

Miss' hand grabbed my head with a full grip of hair and yanked back, arching my neck so I was facing straight forward. And then I felt it again...The dildo on my face. But this time it was slapping harder. And, was it my imagination or did it feel different? Does she have ano...,/i>

The thought was abruptly cut off by something forcing itself into my mouth, deep back into my throat. I reflexively opened my mouth more and quickly realized...it wasn't a dildo! It was a real cock in my mouth!

Slowly it started to slide in and almost out. I was being mouth fucked by some guy I didn't even know was in the room! My head was reeling but I didn't really have time to focus my thoughts because he was soon going faster and deeper, gagging my slightly.