Alana had always been intrigued about what Melissa called her hobby. Melissa never tried to hide the truth, she was unashamed of who she was. Alana just had more questions than Melissa could answer.

"So these women, like to be tied up and tortured?" Alana would ask.

"Some of them do. I wouldn't call it being tortured. It's actually freeing them from all other responsibilities and surrendering themselves to me for an hour."

"Or however long it takes!" Alana joked.

Melissa smiled, "Sometimes longer."

"I just can't imagine myself ever enjoying something like that. I like to be free, I like to call the shots in bed."

"Sounds like you may enjoy it more than you think," Melissa said brushing Alana's arm with her hand.

"Easy there."

"You just seem very curious Alana. Every time I see you, you bring it up. I think a part of you is interested," Melissa said sincerely.

"Ha, right. You wanna bet?"

Melissa's ears perked up. She thought about a game she plays with one of her clients. "We could. How about, I show you my equipment and walk you through a typical session. You can try some on if you want, whatever you'd like. If you aren't the least bit wet after that, I'll accept that this just isn't your thing."

"And if I am just the least bit wet?"

Melissa laughed. "Then, how about you have to blow Marty from the softball team."

Alana blushed. She'd liked Marty for weeks, but couldn't get up the nerve to show him she was interested. "Really?"

"I'm just playing with you. But didn't you say your roommates are out of town this weekend?"

"I did."

"Then I'll come over and bring my stuff. You won't be able to...I mean you won't have to move," Melissa winked at Alana.

"Ok, I'll see you then. And maybe bring a bottle of vodka."

Melissa arrived around 7pm with a large duffel bag.

"Holy shit, you weren't joking about bringing your equipment," Alana said.

"Well, I didn't want to disappoint. You're putting me on the spot here. And, I brought some booze," she said, revealing a bottle of Smirnoff.

Alana quickly lined up two shots and offered one to Melissa. Melissa declined, "Sorry, I have to stay sharp. Why don't you have both?"

Alana shrugged and downed them back-to-back, exhaling loudly once she swallowed them. She looked around and said, "Well, where are we doing this?"

Melissa suggested the bedroom and she emptied the duffel bag onto the bed. Alana wandered in after her.

"Okay, bra and panties," Melissa instructed.

Alana protested at first but then started willingly undressing. Melissa wondered if Alana was more into this than she had led on. Alana slowly surveyed the amount of gear on the bed.

"Knell on the bed for me." Alana complied, stepping up to the bed. She was wearing nothing but a thin thong and a strapless bra. "I like that bra." Melissa said, taking a moment to run her hand over it.

"Now the first thing I do with the clients is immobilize their arms. We use our arms as our primary instruments in life, without them we feel more helpless than we do without our legs. So I ask the client to fold their arms behind their back. Just like this." Melissa grabbed Alana's arms and gently repositioned them so that her forearms overlaid each other behind her back. Alana, so far, was not resisting.

"And then I like to place this ring around their arms. It restricts the arms from moving forward and back, but it allows the wearer to slide their arms out to the sides." Alana tried it a few times, freeing her arms and then folding them back behind her back, but this time with the 5-inch ring around them. "For what we're doing, I won't tie this band between your elbows. When I do that, the wearer can't move their arms in, out, front, or back. And then they're all mine," Melissa said with a voice even Alana had to admit was sexy.

Alana didn't seem inclined to struggle, she was still very curious. "Mel, can you place that full length mirror over there so I can see what all this looks like?"

Melissa was happy to comply and moved the five foot mirror to the other side of the bed, giving Alana an excellent view of everything that was happening to her.

"What do you do next?"

"Well, I normally restrain their legs. Obviously, to constrict them, but they also feel like they are being embraced, which is a big turn on for many women. Would you like to try that?"

Alana nodded, almost obediently. Melissa retrieved a nylon band from the bed that was four inches wide and held it up to Alana's face. Then she went behind Alana and wrapped it around her legs, beginning at the ankles, and then continuing up to the thighs.

"This isn't very restrictive, it's so stretchy," Alana observed.

"Oh, there's more," Melissa said. "But, I thought you wanted just a taste. I use three leather cuffs to hold everything in place."

"Oh, okay, we don't need to go that far," Alana said, changing her tune a bit. "What more is there?"

"Well, then I gag them. I normally give them a safe word at the beginning of the night, and then I gag them, taking away their ability to use the safe word. A lot of the women don't figure out I've deprived them of being able to say the safe word until it's too late," Melissa laughed.

"Do I have a safe word?" Alana asked innocently.

Melissa laughed, "You don't need one for this. That's only if you're fully tied up."

"How do the gags work?"

"You mean this one?" Melissa grabbed a red ball gag and held it up to Alana's face for her to study it. Melissa asked Alana for permission with her eyes and Alana nodded ever so slightly. Melissa placed the gag up to her mouth and Alana willingly opened and accepted it. Melissa was in shock, but continued.

"I'm just going to strap this behind your head so you can feel the full effect of it. If you don't like it, your hands are still free, just go ahead and take it off," Melissa said sincerely.

Alana played with the gag and tried to speak, but she could only hum at best. It seemed to fit perfectly in her mouth, almost as if Melissa had selected it especially for her. The feeling of not being able to express herself was exhilarating as she was in less and less control.

Melissa stepped back and studied Alana as she played with her restraints. She seemed to be enjoying the experience, and Melissa had to admit, she was happy to show her the craft. She then looked at the mirror and down at Alana's panties. When she looked back at Alana she saw Alana looking in the same direction, with her eyes wide open, wondering what would happen next.

"Well, guess that friendly bet is paying off afterall," Melissa teased. "Don't worry about it, I was only joking." Alana looked relieved. "I just need to run to the bathroom for a minute. But before I go, keep those arms tight!" Melissa grabbed the two arms and repositioned them back into place. Alana became more wet feeling Melissa's dominance in the action. Melissa then retreated to the bathroom just down the hall.

Alana playfully struggled against the ring holding her arms together. It was a feeling unlike anything she had experienced, and she liked it. Not that she would admit it to Melissa.

"I'll be just a minute, you ok in there?" Melissa called. "You can take off the gag to answer me, Jesus we're just playing around."

Alana reached around to unstrap the gag, but her arm was trapped by the ring. She sighed as she remembered she had to slide them out of the ring first. She tried to move her left arm to the side, but it was stuck, and then had the same result with her right. She panicked a little, something wasn't right.

"Alana?"

Alana tried to speak into the gag, but it was no use. She was effectively a prisoner in her own bedroom.

Melissa walked back in. "Alana, why didn't you just take the gag out, I had a question for you?" She let the question linger and Alana murmured into the gag. "Oh, I almost forgot. You couldn't move your hands because I secured that band around your elbows! That explains it."

Alana felt her heart sink as her fears were confirmed. She felt Melissa begin to fasten the three leather cuffs around her legs and didn't even resist and she surrendered Without the use of her arms or her voice she was at Melissa's mercy anyway.

Melissa then slowly walked around to the front of Alana and revealed she had changed outfits from sweatpants and a tank top to one that suggested Alana was under Melissa's control. Melissa wore a black corset that pushed her breasts up perfectly, boots that went up to her knees, a garter belt and a thong. She had put gloves on that extended to her elbows and held in her hand a riding crop for good measure.

She held the crop under Alana's chin, forcing her to look Melissa in the eye. "Now, I want to modify that bet. You claimed this would never turn you on. You got wet. But, getting a girl wet isn't very difficult. I want to see if you'll cum. Ten minutes. If you cum in the next ten minutes, I win the bet. If you don't cum, then you are free to go and this never happened.

Alana didn't know what else to do so she nodded. "Consent," Melissa whispered loud enough for Alana to hear with a sinister smile.

Melissa then dug a couple items out of the duffel bag that Alana hadn't noticed. Two of the items were dildos of different sizes, the other a small thin vibrator that would hug Alana's clitoris. Alana turned to Melissa, again with wide eyes.

"Timer starts now," Melissa whispered into her hear with a warm breath. For added effect she placed the cell phone with the timer in front of Alana for her to see.

"Now, we'll need to see how long it'll take you to cum, and what gets you off. But, I bet I know," Melissa teased as she ran a finger along Alana's anus. "Almost forgot, we can't have these clothes."

Melissa easily removed the strapless bra and then cut the thong in two places with a pair of scissors. Alana was now completed naked, save for the restraints.

Without warning Melissa slipped the larger dildo in Alana's vagina, causing Alana to arc her back as she accepted it. Melissa then reached around and rubbed Alana's nipples softly. Just as they hardened she reached into the bag again and pulled out two clamps. She snapped them a few times in front of Alana, who started shaking her head wildly.

Melissa had another idea. She reached into the bag and pulled out of small pump that connected to the ball gag. While the gag was firmly in Alana's mouth, it could always expand further. Melissa then quickly clamped a clip to the right nipple. Alana opened her mouth wide to scream and Melissa pumped the gag a few times, filling any excess space that existed. Alana was clearly uncomfortable with the added size of the gag and started to drool, it dripping down her chest. Melissa nonchalantly attached the other nipple clamp, and Alana squirmed again.

Four minutes had gone by and Melissa was watching Alana experience a fantastic combination of pleasure, helplessness, and discomfort. She watched for another minute.

At five minutes Alana still hadn't cum, but was obviously working her way up to a very large orgasm. Melissa positioned herself behind her and gently stroked her clitoris with the vibrator, making Alana's entire body go wild. Still, no orgasm.

"Maybe you'll win this bet afterall. Tell you what, you win, you can tie me up and do anything you want to me."

Alana glanced at the mirror as if she liked that idea. Melissa knew it would never happen.

At 8 minutes Melissa could sense that Alana was getting hopeful she could actually hold off the full 10 minutes, despite her body being covered in sweat and her hips starting to softly gyrate. Then Melissa removed the nipple clamps. "A little secret, no one cums with nipple clamps on. I was just toying with you."

But, at 9 minutes Alana still hadn't came. Melissa stayed calm however, she could feel the tension in Alana's body and knew it just needed a little push over the edge. She reached up to the unstrap the ball gag, "I don't want you to be able to dispute this."

"Oh my god, oh my god, no more, no more," Alana was almost begging, her mind and her body at complete odds with each other.

With fifteen seconds to go Alana gave Melissa a look that said, When it's my turn, what I'm going through now will be the least of your worries.

But Melissa was ready. She had prepared the smaller dildo with plenty of lubricant and quickly slid it all the way in Alana's butt. Alana's body instinctively tried to force it out, but it was shaped with a small rubber barb that prevented it leaving without someone pulling it out.

Alana let out a deep, throaty cry and she succumbed to the largest orgasm of her life. She bent all the way forward and moaned, in complete pleasure.

"Oh my god, I can't. I can't feel my legs, I can't feel anything. Oh that was so good," she panted.

"Well good, let's talk about the bet. You have to go blow Marty, but there's a twist. I have one more item for you."

Melissa pulled out a chastity belt. As Alana opened her mouth to protest Melissa shoved the gag back in and secured it in the back of her head. She then went about attaching the two dildos to the proper plates and securing the belt.

"So, we'll play one final game. These dildos will vibrate on low under you make Marty cum, with your mouth. I know how much you hate giving head, but I'm going to break you of your prudeness right now. As you suck his cock, the intensity of the dildos will increase, but you'll only be able to cum when he does, and after you swallow every last drop."

Alana was obviously not pleased with the outcome, but she had lost the bet, and was trapped in this belt until she fulfilled it. Melissa removed her restraints and allowed her to shower.

Alana wasted a full 24 hours trying to think of a way out of the belt. The dildos drove her crazy, just enough to build to an orgasm, but not nearly enough to achieve one. Eventually she gave in and texted Marty and asked if she could come over. She didn't bother to coyly ask if his roommates were home, she just asked straight up. There was little question as to what this call was about.

She walked two blocks to Marty's apartment in a short skirt and a tank top that showed plenty of cleavage. May as well not beat around the bush, she thought. She cursed Melissa the entire way.

Marty opened the door with a surprised look on his face. "Alana, wow," he said, admiring her skimpy clothes.

"Shut up," she said as she pushed him against the wall and kissed him fiercely. Marty didn't need any convincing, he had probably been hard since he received the text.

She ripped off belt and tossed it across the living room. There would be no time to make it to the bedroom. The dildos started to vibrate stronger, and she started to breath deeper. Marty took off her shirt and bra and then started working on her skirt, when Alana stopped him.

"Let's just focus on you today," she said.

She removed the remainder of his clothes and repositioned him to sit on the couch where she knelt in front of him and began to kiss his nether regions, lightly licking his balls. Marty reacted instantly, and Alana spit on his cock and rubbed it with her hand. She then raised herself up and rubbed one of her nipples up and down the shaft, telling him to watch as she did it.

The dildos continued to increase in strength.

She then took his cock in his mouth and locked her lips around it, moving up and down. She had never been enthusiastic about giving head in the past, but this was different. She received more pleasure as she blew him, and in the process started enjoying blowing him.

"Stop, stop, let me fuck you," Marty pleaded.

Alana looked up at him and said, "Tomorrow. But right now, I want to swallow your cum. You have a problem with that?"

Marty was surprised, "No, no not at all!"

Alana went back to work on his cock sucking more vigorously. She started to moan as the dildos kicked up another notch, and she hoped Marty wouldn't notice. She slowed down as the pleasure became too much for her, but the dildos slowed down with her. Melissa created a cruel game, she thought.

She then committed to making Marty cum, moving her head up and down very quickly and holding the base of his cock with her hands. His hands shot to the sides of her head, telling her he was about to cum. She pushed on until she felt the warm cum shoot and then seep into her mouth. She stayed on his cock for a few seconds absorbing every last drop.

Marty could see that she was close to orgasm and started massaged her tits. Alana swallowed the cum for the first time in her life and the dildos kicked into overdrive as she did. She came with an explosive orgasm, stronger than the one with Melissa. She laid on top of Marty, trying to comprehend the sensations she'd experienced over the last day and a half.

"That was amazing," Marty said. "I had no idea you could be that sexy."

"I didn't either," Alana said. "And I think I liked it."