1. Recruitment

Once again I had to point out to my lecturer why he was wrong, why what he is preaching was so last year. This was a regular occurrence, the instructor, the so called 'subject matter expert' or SME, starting a class, and me taking over and finishing it.

I got confident enough and brave enough during last year to start correcting them, and this year some of the lecturers were actually coming to me at the start of the term to check their facts so as not to be embarrassed by me like this during class.

I am at university studying electronic science. This is something I have lived and breathed since I can remember to the point I have taken the subject to bits and put it back together again with improvements. I can do things with computers the SME's thought impossible, would perhaps never be possible.

I am the student and I am teaching the Professors.

I have just started my final year but the syllabus is so basic to me that I could have done this when I was just eleven, with ease. It therefore wasn't really a shock when the Government came calling; things had been happening that made me wonder if I was being watched, even groomed maybe.

When I was alone in my flat I felt there was somebody in there with me, watching me, but there wasn't. When I walked and got the tube to the University I noticed the same people in the same places trying very hard not to look at me or be seen looking at me.

When I went to the pub there was always one of three guys who seemed to take turns being in the same pub and watching me. One of them, a young blond good looking lad had even fleetingly flirted with me possibly to get to know me better and I would have took him up on this had I not suspected he was one of a group watching me.

I have no real money or rich parents or anything; it is only my brain which is valuable; well that and my fantastic body, charm and good looks! So I figured I wasn't a potential hostage target, it must be the Government.

This was kind of confirmed by my Deputy Head of Physics, Doc' Barns; not directly, but by his clumsy attempts at getting information out of me. He would ask random questions during conversations on electronic theories like 'See your parents much'? 'Live alone'? 'Any brothers or sisters'? 'Dating anybody'? 'Any hobbies'? Do much foreign travel'? etc. Not all together, just one or two questions per meeting but enough to confirm my suspicions that he was the university recruiter for Military Intelligence.

It was during class that following a post-it being stuck on the door the lecturer came over to me and quietly informed me I was wanted in the Deputy Head's office immediately.

I went up to the second floor room and knocked and waited only seconds for it to open.

Doc' Barns stepped out and explained "Sandy, thanks for coming so quickly, I have a visitor in my office that needs to speak with you; I cannot tell you any more than that other than I know the man; he holds an extremely responsible position, he is very much worth listening to and he will only tell you the truth. Whatever you do or say, be absolutely honest with him. Okay?"

"It's okay Doc, I have been expecting this."

Doc gave me a very surprised look, but then smiled and opened the door; as it opened I could see a middle aged guy in a grey suit sat at Doc's desk reading through some notes.

I entered and sat in the obvious chair short of the desk facing him. I was conscious of my bare arms and legs in this little mini-dress and wished I had worn something a bit more business-like but of course I wasn't to know. Unfortunately this dress is so short I have to sit with my hands in my lap just to cover my knickers! Not a good position to enter into negotiations with as I am sure this is what the meeting will end up being.

The Doc' has closed the door and remained outside.

Mr Grey suit stands and leans forward and offers his hand "Miss Sandra Deering, so nice to meet you at last, I know all about you; I am Commander Stephen Belper, MI6."

I rise up and take his big hand, nod and sit back again without speaking.

"I fully understand you had no warning of this and you are not prepared for a meeting with me but that is how it is; but I will give you here today all the information you require to reach an informed decision and hopefully agree to help me."

As I am in the habit of doing these days, I corrected him "I did have warning, plenty of warning thank you so no this meeting does not come as a surprise to me."

He seemed to look over and beyond me, and shook his head as if confused; but then said "Ah so you have spotted my spotters have you?"

"Yes" and I went on to explain, and added the bit about the Doc's questions.

"Oh, sounds like you have nailed half of the staff I had on you; and you are quite correct about the Doc, he does a marvellous job helping to recruit new talent."

He went on "This is very promising, you are not only the most advanced student in your field but extremely observant too. But yes, my surveillance operation combined with the research tools I have available to me has enabled me to find out everything there is to know about you; and I want you."

I smiled thinking of my favourite pastime "Oh not everything, I'm sure you don't know quite everything about me."

It was his time to smile, he picked up a control and pressed a button and the TV on the pedestal came to life, he pressed another button and a film played. It was me. Stark naked spread-eagle on my bed with my wrists and ankles cuffed and a wand strapped to my pussy buzzing away! It was well into the session and I was moaning aloud in ecstasy waiting for my electronic locks to disengage and release my wrist.

There was no way I could sit here watching this, I stood up and turned to leave, that's when I saw what the Commander was looking at before, grey suit number two, all six foot of him and built like a Rugby player was stood with his back to the door. He just slowly shook his head and I sat back down again. As I sat I wondered if the Commander had just seen me flash my pants; that and what lies I would have to tell to get out of here quickly.

Grey suit two spoke "Besides this is one of my favourites, this is where our techies played with your computer programme and extended it by a few minutes, just to test your stamina."

Shit! I remember that, I thought I had fucked up somehow, Oh My God and they filmed that? I was writhing like a rampant fucking Bunny by the end of it! Oh No!

"I think we have seen enough of that Miss Deering don't you? No need to embarrass you any further with it" and he pressed another button and it skipped to another scene.

This one was in my bathroom, it showed me entering and turning to sit on the toilet and raising my skirt to reveal a gold and silver chastity belt and then peeing through it. It skipped again to the bedroom and showed me later removing the belt and a butt-plug coming out with it.

"Enough" I said, "please enough; yes, you know everything about me; too much about me; and that is an intrusion that I do not believe for one second was necessary or even lawful for that matter."

He switched the TV off whilst I tried to recall what else they will have on film.

"Pale blue."

"What?" I replied.

"When you sat back down you wondered if I had seen your pants, they are pale blue and it is a G-String; very daring with that dress you have on and I like that, I need daring. Also, I do not expect you to tell any lies just to get out of here; you did think that also didn't you?"

"Er yes, but how do you know what I was thinking? And how can you tell these are a G-String?"

"It is my job to know what people are thinking, and just like you Sandy, I am the best in my business. As for your knickers your drawer is full of sexy G-Strings in a variety of colours but all your proper knickers are either white or black, no colours and so it was simple elimination of the facts."

I am really confused "I was kind of expecting this meeting at some stage before I left Uni', but based on my subject knowledge on computers; is this all about sex?"

"Heavens no Sandy, this is just me getting all the crap out of the way, showing we have nothing to hide and can be candid. You have nothing to be upset or embarrassed about, you live a perfectly healthy and clean life and are an absolutely wonderful girl."

He continued "I need you; your country needs you, and only you. Let me explain."

I tried to pull my dress down a little more, put my hands in my lap and just nodded hoping my face didn't look as blushed as it felt.

"The United Kingdom, Germany and France are being targeted by a foreign power hoping to bring down these three economic power houses that will in turn by their collapse also destroy Europe. Our electronic infrastructure is under threat. Electronic components are being designed for manufacture for sale into these economic areas and will end up in all that we rely upon. Our computers, radios, phones, power stations, traffic control, rail control, air traffic control, Defence, Government, banking systems, electricity and gas infrastructure, television, cable, vehicles, everything you can imagine. The components will all either be designed to fail at a certain time and date, or will be manipulated remotely to crash together. At that point our world will end as we know it leaving chaos in place of order."

"We have good intelligence supporting this threat and believe it could happen anytime in the next two to three years. Their designs are still flawed delaying them moving to the manufacture and sales stages. We need to get you in there to see if you can work it all out and help us disrupt it."

"It won't be easy, the initial informant, a girl that worked in their set-up, was killed trying to tell us about it. Fortunately she had written notes and so we got onto it.

We then sent one of our agents in, we know the recruiting process and will do the same with you; she came back and told us more and returned to their lab's but has never been seen since; believed dead."

"What we know is, and this is why it is a stroke of luck having you interested in restraints and chastity and stuff, that from the recruitment centre onwards you are routinely restrained and moved covertly to the labs so you will not even know where you are. Then you are totally searched, intrusive search, even X-Rays, and stripped and from there on wear nothing more than a pretty revealing nightie for the next three months whilst you work; and are subjected to more restraint and searches throughout. They are extremely security conscious."

"You will be expected to work three months on, one month off. The colour of your clothing determines your security status and effectively your rank and it is a very disciplined regime. The best you can do is just keep your eyes and ears open and hope to find something out, get lucky. You will not get anything in there, and most certainly will not get anything out. You need to get as high in the staffing as you can; they only ever recruit young good looking girls but most of the security staff and managers are men. Given the extreme level of the threat I expect you to sleep with or otherwise satisfy whoever you have to if you think it will help."

"I must warn you, the first girl died in a Police Station when she tried to tell the desk Sergeant about what she feared; her head was blown apart remotely. We now know the earrings she was wearing were locked on her and they had an audio capability; as well as the now obvious explosive quality. They heard her and silenced her. The second girl, our agent, has disappeared because we now know they have their own surveillance capability; they searched her flat and found our equipment; and may have followed her and seen her speaking with us. We are being far more careful with you."

"We have your new identity prepared, you will be Sandy Dearing, same name but spelled differently in case somebody recognises you and calls your name. Your date of birth is changing from 01/06/98 to 06/01/98. Keep it simple. We have bank accounts and cards set up with your history in place, your birth and parentage registered; school records, employment records, everything. We are moving you across the road, the property is already owned by you in that name and has been for some time. We are putting one of our agents into your old flat and she is taking over your old name and date of birth and bank and everything so if they come looking they will find her. We must protect you. That's the basics, I have more but I need to know what you think so far before I go on."

"Am I the only person that can do this?"

"Yes, we anticipate they are advanced in their electronic science, we need a young, good looking girl that is equally advanced; the bondage interest is just a bonus."

"I know this sounds stupid given the threat, but what about me finishing my qualifications?"

"Already marked\ and certificated, you have 100% across the board, the highest marks in the history of the university. You completed your studies here last year and your CV quotes these outstanding results."

"What will I be paid?"

"The lab you are going to pays well, you will get £33'333.33 for each of the three month blocks you work, £100'000 per year; plus we will sign you up to work for us on a ten year contract, one million pounds per year, ten million total."

"I want the wages from the bad guys for my pocket money, as they will possibly monitor my account; plus the million per year you promise, plus a £10 million exit bonus from this mission; my life is on the line here and you have no other options."

"Done, if you fail then the banks won't be able to pay you your money anyway, we will all be fucked. If you had asked for £50 million I would have agreed, still will if I have to and you know it."

"Yes, I guessed I could ask for as much as I wanted, but this is for Queen and country, I am putting my life on the line, I expect to earn at least £20 mil in my lifetime and that is all I am asking for as recompense for my risk."

"I recognise that, I already thought you were the right girl for this job, today you have just confirmed it; welcome to the secret service."

"Not so fast, there is one other matter; I take it I am not going like today or tomorrow? That I will get some training and move home and stuff before I even get the interview?"

"Oh yes, you have a comprehensive legend to learn plus a whole ream of do's and don'ts."

"Right well this issue of you expecting me to sleep with men or woman to get information? Slight problem, I am a virgin. Enemy territory is the wrong place for me to either lose my virginity or to learn about sex with a woman"

"What, agent Dearing, do you expect me to do about that?"

"You had three guys follow me around pubs, one was young fit and blond; the first night I am in my new apartment I will leave and go for a drink at seven; I want him delivered to my apartment, naked, and chained to my bed for my return after eight. The second night at eight I will chain myself naked to my bed, I want you to send me your youngest best looking female agent with instructions to do everything possible to me that a lesbian could do; and make me do to her whatever she can think of. Then alternate them each night until I am ready to go in."

"Agent Dearing, you are a young kid, a wee slip of a lass, but I wish I had more like you; I am suddenly optimistic about this whole mission. Consider it done."

He stood and escorted me out of the room "Collect your things from here, you have no need to come back. Your class will be told you are too advanced for this syllabus and have been moved onto a more challenging course elsewhere. One of my agents will find you and brief you more. Don't bother with your furniture but get anything personal you would like moved across the street together for two days' time, ten am. Goodbye and good luck."

"Oh, one last thing" I added, "The covert surveillance cameras in my flat, they won't be on any more will they? You know, just so I can relax with my toys?"

He stopped in his tracks and laughed out loud "Sandy, I will see to it myself."

And he did, personally, he was intrigued by this young girl and decided he would watch the cameras himself; he wasn't disappointed.


2. Preparation

I laid on my bed and considered what it was I had just agreed to and was surprised to find I was excited and happy! What an absolutely fantastic job! Special agent Sandy Dearing, that does sound nice, far better than some boring lab' worker or IT specialist working nine to five; and I get to be restrained not by myself and my clever computer programmes but by others, and I will never have the keys! Not so much a 'special agent' as a 'Bondagent'; I cannot wait!

I can't stop my fingers wandering as I lay here imagining it and too soon I am climaxing. I have already done a thorough search of my flat and found the cameras and microphones. I considered ripping them out or at least covering the cameras but the Commander said he would see to it his end and so I am just staring at the camera above my bed pretending it is still working and putting on a performance for it and the imaginary room full of people behind it. I am sure they will be applauding!

I go to my favourite pub for my dinner and a couple of drinks and the young blond guy is there again; so they are still following me. As I stand to leave he is putting his paper down and I give him a smile and a wink as I leave, little does he know that the next time I see him he will be chained naked to my bed!

Back in my flat it is time for my all night bondage session and I decide to repeat one of my favourites. I strip naked and put my computer release controlled cuffs on, ankles and wrists as well as thigh straps.

I use a harness to strap the Hitachi wand in place and switch it on, but it won't actually kick-in until my computer tells it to. My ankle cuffs connect to the thigh straps via steel plugs and then chains from either side of the steel headrest also plug into the ankle cuffs taking my legs well apart and my knees above my head.

I reach around and insert my largest vibrating butt-plug, also computer controlled.

I then gag myself with a large ball gag and connect my wrist cuffs to the rigid steel plugs either side of the headrest.

I am now entirely helpless and at the mercy of the computer. It will not start until ten thirty at the earliest but will then give me two hours of random fun; partially set to frustrate but mostly to satisfy, and I mean really satisfy!

At the end of the two hours the ankle cuffs will release the steel plugs from the chains and the thighs so that I can put my legs down to hopefully get some sleep; but my wrist cuffs will remain locked until eight in the morning. Between seven and eight in the morning the computer will again give me some fun; the perfect way to start the day. I so need this! I so hope I don't pee myself in the morning again like last time!

'Oh My God that was fucking awesome' I am thinking as I remove my gag the next morning, and I didn't pee myself! One of my best sessions ever, what a shame the Commander didn't get to film that one! I have literally lost count of the orgasms, and my whole body is absolutely covered in sweat. I wonder if those spook techies have meddled again!

'Oh My God that was fucking awesome' thought the Commander as he watched Sandy remove her gag on the film deciding to give his techies a bonus for the work they had done. He also knew he was keeping this film for his private collection, along with the others; the girl should be a fucking porn star!

After a little breakfast and an hour at the gym and a shower I am here laying on my bed again and my fingers are exploring again as I think about what lays ahead of me. I decide I must stop or I will not get off the bed all day.

I make sure my toiletry needs are taken care of and then inserting a rather conservative butt-plug I fit my chastity belt and place the keys in my safe, setting the timer for six pm. I now have no option but to go and do something and so I start sorting out what I am taking to the new flat. All my restraints and toys are first of course but I leave the Sybian and my cuffs out for a little fun tonight.

Once my packing is pretty much sorted I head out into town for some lunch and a walk down the Thames and a couple of drinks. It's obvious to me that I am still being followed but just ignore them.

I get back to my flat too early and have to pace about in frustration while I wait for the six pm electronic locks to disengage so I can unlock the safe and get this belt off.

The time finally comes and I cannot wait; I drop the belt and dash to the loo before returning and cleaning the belt.

I am so fucking horny I have to get straight onto the Sybian! Stripping naked I lock my hand-cuff keys in the safe and set the timer for eight pm; I am meeting a friend in town at nine or I would have set the timer for the morning.

I set the Sybian up in the hallway just for a change; I then use my own I-Phone app to set the Sybian programme and strap my thighs onto it, strap on my ball gag and cuff my hands behind me.

The Sybian will run for thirty minutes and at my most challenging programme.

I feel it click on and it soon gets up to speed, fucking fantastic!

Almost immediately the doorbell rings! Then it rings again. And again. Who the fuck can that be, I never get visitors; 'just fuck off I'm busy' I think.

Then the door opens and in walks a total stranger!

Oh Fuck I'm coming already and there's a fucking burglar in the house! I am fighting my restraints, praying for the Sybian to stop; but I know from experience there is no escaping this position I have put myself in until the programme ends and my thigh straps release; and even then my cuff-keys are in that stupid fucking timer safe; I'm fucked!

What's he doing? He's just stood watching me! Now what, where's he going? Hey that's my lounge keep the fuck out! But of course with this gag in place and my pussy taking earthquake scale vibrations I am just groaning a lot and saying nothing.

I am right at the peak of a wave and riding the orgasm when the stranger returns with a foot stool which he places in front of me and sits on. Just sitting there, smiling and watching.

Well if he is just waiting for this to finish so he can rape me at least he is good looking! What did I have to tell the Commander to switch the cameras off for? They could have been here by now to save me. Oh Shit, of course, he isn't a burglar, he's one of them; sorry, one of us! These orgasms are scrambling my brains.

He just sits there for the full thirty minutes until the Sybian finally falls silent and my thigh straps pop out from the machine. I try to nonchalantly stand up as though this is a regular occurrence but end up tipping forward onto my face.

"Here, let me help you" he says gripping my shoulders and effortlessly lifting me straight up to my feet.

The guy is at least six foot, broad but skinny, I am betting pure muscle. He has quite long black hair and a long thin face; he looks in his mid to late twenties.

He guides me into my lounge and shows me to one of my armchairs but I look down at myself and shake my head, embarrassingly.

He immediately susses the problem and grabs a towel from the bathroom and puts it on the chair and I sit.

He sits in the armchair across the room from me.

"Sandy, I am going to remove your gag, but before I do I will just tell you who I am so you don't try anything stupid or scream or anything. I am Dax, obviously a nick-name but that is all you need, Commander Belper sent me; he said after six tended to be a good time to find you in (yeah, I bet, he knows I am always tied up naked at this time), I need you all day tomorrow whilst your stuff is moved across and your new flat is set up for you so I need to discuss this with you; Okay?"

I simply nod.

He steps across and removes my gag, then with a tissue wipes my mouth.

"Thank you Dax, I am sorry for how you found me, very embarrassing for both of us; but when you break into a person's home there is always some risk I suppose."

"Not at all, I enjoyed the show, you have a fantastic body; I love your belly button jewellery, is that glued in or fixed? I am still very much enjoying looking at you; I do like this work. Besides I was briefed that you would probably be in some kind of restrained position at this time, and very likely naked. The Commander felt being found like this by a strange man would give you some valuable experience of what to expect in the future. Where are the keys to your cuffs and I will release you so you can get dressed?"

"They are in a safe, a timer safe; I can't get to them until after eight; and I have to be out by eight thirty to meet a friend; oh, and it's pierced, my belly button and it's a sapphire not a diamond; but obviously not a real one."

"Oh yes, Hayley, at the Royal Oak at nine; don't worry, I won't keep you."

Dax gives me a brief overview of what tomorrows discussions will involve and that I need to be at a specific address at nine am to view some documents and receive my legend and briefing; and a talk on what training I am to receive. I agree to all this and he comes across and lifts me out of the chair and walks me into the bathroom.

"What are you doing Dax? What are we doing in here, I don't need the toilet?"

"No you need a shower, you are minging girl!" and pushes me into the walk-in shower and turns the control to full.

He quickly strips, everything (Oh My God! He isn't only tall with a long face!) and joins me in the shower and soaps me up and showers me down. He does my hair, my breasts, my pussy and even my ass, the last two inside and out and much to my dismay switches the shower off; just when I was enjoying it!

Although being towelled down by him is pretty damn good too; I wonder if I can get the Commander to have Dax chained naked to my bed instead?

"Well thanks Dax but that was uncalled for, I could easily have done that for myself after eight when my cuffs come off."

"Yes but I get the feeling you did enjoy it" he said as he dressed himself "and besides I figured you would want your pussy cleaned before your belt went back on."

"But I am not putting my belt back on tonight."

"No, I am putting it on you, and taking the keys."

"What!"

He went into my bedroom and recovered the belt that still had the keys with it; stupidly both the keys were on the one ring.

"Don't worry, I aren't bothering with the butt-plug, you need a rest if you are going to concentrate tomorrow." He said as he locked it on me; and for the first time since the first time I ever used it, the snapping of the lock sent a cold shiver up my spine.

"No, I am going out tonight, I don't want this on."

"Get used to wearing restraints when you don't want to, being forced to do what you don't want to do; get used to discipline; this is your mission."

"I will be at that address at nine tomorrow with the keys, be there."

It was still only seven thirty five, I had almost half an hour before my safe would unlock.

Dax went into my bedroom and I followed to see what he was doing. He went straight to the middle left bedside drawer and removed a set of my nipple clamps on a chain and returned to me. I knew what was coming, knew it wouldn't matter what I said and so just stood there. He groped my tits and played with my nipples, squeezing them and flicking them between his fingers until they were like bullets; and then clipped on the clamps. Still holding my tits in his hands he kissed me on the lips and said "see you in the morning, oh I almost forgot, you must wear high heels, a short skirt and no bra; it's important." And he was gone, the door banging behind him.

I couldn't contain myself, I actually said out loud to myself "Wow! That is the best Sybian session like ever! I loved the way he handled me; and that shower! Fucking awesome! I would love him chained naked to my bed, he could have my virginity any day of the week!"

I even loved that he put my nipple clamps on me, although a bit disconcerting that he knew exactly where to find them; they really do know everything there is to know about me. Oh My God that was my first real sexual encounter with a man! I fumbled about with boys at school but getting to grope my tits and kissing was as far as it ever went, and they were just boys; no comparison to him. He just done what he wanted and I liked it.

Eight o'clock came and I got my keys; a bit of a struggle with my hands behind my back but I placed the safe with this in mind. I am actually very nimble and could easily have got my cuffed hands to my front anyway but I prefer them behind, especially with the nipple clamps on.

I met Hayley at nine no problem, and I was well used to going out with my belt on so this was no hardship. Even with a short dress on this belt is well concealed.

I was still being followed and recognised several of them throughout the night but again just ignored them.

We had just one drink then into an Italian for a meal and then a walk around the bars. I never said a word about any of what had happened to me to Hayley, I figured Secret Service meant you operated in secret and so I kept it that way.

I had a good night and was in bed before two with my alarm set for seven thirty. No funny business tonight, this belt has a guard fitted and I cannot even touch myself but I did fall asleep with my nipple clamps back on and my hands cuffed to the headboard.

As I awoke and waited for my hands to be released by the computer which was also my alarm it dawned on me that Dax had known to go into my bedroom for my chastity belt; and he had said 'put it back on' as though he knew I had been wearing it; and 'I aren't bothering with the butt-plug' as though he knew I had had it fitted earlier; the bastard cameras are still on!

Well, too late now; and worst of it, I have even been smiling at the cameras and putting a show on imagining they were still active! Oh they must be absolutely fucking loving me now!

My thoughts were disturbed by my alarm going off and the cuffs being released from the headboard.

Oh! Fuck! Yes! I just love the pain these clamps give on release!

Wearing high heels, a short dress and no bra I make it right on time and the black door opens just as I walk up the five steps and Dax is there to greet me.

With the door still open he says "Nice of you to come" and holding my face kisses me on the lips; I am taken by surprise and by instinct my arms close around him and I respond to his kiss almost falling into him.

He closes the door and releases me "Excellent ad-lib, well done; you are going to be good at this, possibly a natural to the game. Nobody was following you of course; well nobody but the good guys; but had there been that was a good entrance."

I am thinking this is a game isn't it? From here on my whole life is one big game, theatre, everything a show; I think I am going to fit right in!

He takes me into an office and makes me a coffee and we chat. I start to bring up business but he puts a finger to his lips "Not out here, no classified information discussed in the outer offices, we have to cross the barrier; we are just waiting for it to settle down a bit; the fewer people in here see you the better."

"Oh, okay; are the people in here not trusted then?"

"Oh yes, totally, but with you we have been told to absolutely minimise any risk at all; apparently you are the last chance saloon."

We finish our coffee's and stand "Okay, lift your skirt please."

"What?"

"Lift your skirt."

"Why?"

"So I can take your belt off."

"Just give me my keys, I will take it off at home."

"Sorry Sandy, we have to cross the barrier and that involves a metal detector; want the old security guard to find and remove your belt?"

"Well give me the keys, I will take it off."

"You are not getting the keys, you have to get used to and accept being controlled; and accept strange men seeing your lovely pussy; and besides depending on how you perform today I may feel you need it locked back on."

"Oh, well, okay" and I step up to him and lift my dress up above my waist. He does a complete circuit of me before finally unlocking my belt and placing and locking it in a drawer. I am still stood there watching him when it dawns on me I am still holding my dress up and quickly drop it.

He just laughs "Okay commando, with me."

I follow him out of the office, across a corridor and up some stairs, along a corridor and around a corner into a large oak-panelled room. He shuts the door behind me and says "Okay Sandy, the next eight hours is of extreme importance, you must really concentrate and take everything in; there will be at least another two sessions like today until I am satisfied you have it, okay?"

"Er, yeah, that's fine; I don't have any problem retaining data; but where was the barrier? Where was the metal detector and the old security guard?"

"Oh I do apologise Sandy, I must have been thinking of another building."

"You tricked me, that's not very nice from a person I need to have trust in; and why did I have to wear high heels, a short dress and no bra? Why was this important?"

"Because if I have to spend all day training a new recruit then I want her to at least look sexy; and what I want is important."

"Bastard!"

We get down to it and I receive my briefing interspersed with training in observational skills and counter surveillance training which it transpires I am very good at anyway.

Mid-afternoon Dax receives a call and I hear him "Yes Commander............. Yes... I understand Sir............ immediately Sir............... I'll be there by five........ thanks Sir............Goodbye Commander Sir."

"Sorry Sandy, we are going to have to cut today short, the Commander has a task for me; we'll just finish this session and then I will take you back to your belt and get you out of here. If you could return same time in three days, Tuesday morning, we will continue, okay?"

"Yes but only if you are going to stop fucking me about and take this serious; because my mission is fucking serious whether you enjoy training new recruits or not."

"Sandy, just stop and think; you know how serious your mission is, and I am fully briefed, I am the lead agent on this; I have developed everything that we have on this so far. This is by far the most important mission since world war two. The Falklands, Iraq and Afghanistan were mere itches to be scratched compared to this current threat. You must be prepared and prepared well! You have a logic based brain; your brain computes where others merely consider and think. Think about everything I have done with you and what you know about your mission and do the computations. Spend the next couple of days working through this and you will get it; and from that you will advance yourself and actually start to train and develop yourself without my help and you will come back here on Tuesday fully ready to continue in the right frame of mind without any adolescent hissy-fits! Trust me, and more importantly, trust yourself and your natural abilities."

I was speechless, had I got it so wrong? I don't think so; but I closed the session out with him and he took me back to my belt.

I lifted my dress so he could lock it back on me, like he said I hardly wanted to carry it home (to my new home!) and then I saw him drop the keys in my little shoulder bag.

He walked me to the door and opening it he took me once again around the waist, held me to him and kissed me on the lips. Again I couldn't help but respond.

"Thanks Sandy, see you Tuesday" and the door was closed.

I walked down the steps confused but smiling.

As instructed by Dax I returned first to my own flat, just to make certain everything I needed had been transferred and I would have no reason ever to return. I would already have a new safe fitted in the new place, same location with the same codes (how the fuck did they get my codes?) and whilst my computer had to remain because it stored personal data on Sandra Deering; I had an identical computer installed in my new place and all the software and programmes had been copied over as they didn't hold personal data. They had also been married up to my restraints and toys (Bluetooth) so I wouldn't notice any difference; regardless of the new wifi they had installed.

When I got there Commander Belper himself was there to greet me, sitting in my lounge with a whisky in his hand and watching my bedroom performance on the large screen TV!

"Yeah, I worked out that you still had the cameras active Sir, and I thought I could trust you."

"I only said I would see to it personally, and I did, only I have seen anything from here since I told you that; and nobody else will see any of this. As you are probably working out as we speak, I am only watching it now knowing full well you were entering the building and would catch me; in order to further desensitise you from being seen naked and in activity like this."

"Yes Sir, I get it."

"Take your dress off."

I stood still and stared at him, eyeball to eyeball; but I knew he was right, he needed to test me; he had to be able to rely on me to do what had to be done, which right now was what he told me to do. I reached down and pulled my dress up and off, naked but for my chastity belt.

"Turn around."

I did, slowly, my arms hanging loosely at my sides until I was facing him again.

"Take your belt off."

I went to my shoulder bag and searched it, the keys were not there! "Sir, I am sorry, Dax locked this belt on me and I saw him put the keys in this bag, not an hour ago, but they are not here; I don't understand, I came right here and nobody has touched my bag."

"Dax, heh heh heh, the best field officer we have and also the most troublesome; he must fancy you, he has kept you locked up for himself."

"But Sir, tonight, I was to give up my virginity; I am so wound up that it was going to happen, what do I do?"

"Have you ever given oral sex?"

"No Sir, the thought repulses me."

"Well tonight is going ahead regardless, I will do what I can to resolve your belt dilemma but tonight goes ahead. You may have to give head as we call it, and learn to like it; it is a powerful tool in opening a man's heart and mind. If I don't have the key by this time tomorrow we will have the belt removed by other means."

"I and my agents are safe coming here at the moment, but from the time of your interview you will not see any of us around here other than your replacement Sandra Deering. There is no technical equipment in your new home and your phone is not bugged. There is nothing at all to link MI6 to you or your apartment and it will stay that way. Have a good look around here and check you have everything you need; what you leave your replacement will take over."

"We didn't want to, but we also had to transfer your bed frame across the road; the amount of technical gear and restraint points you had built into it couldn't easily be replicated and we figured you would miss it. Also we have adapted your Sybian slightly to accommodate your training."

"Oh and we have stocked your new fridge and cupboards, including the wine and spirits just in case you have to entertain at short notice."

I had a look around and they had missed nothing and still naked I went back and told the Commander this and thanked him for this opportunity he was giving me, and that I very much prayed I would not let him or the country down.

"Sandy, believe in yourself and trust your instincts and above all else trust on getting lucky; force something and get discovered and you risk the total collapse of our great nation and the whole of Europe. We will be defenceless to attack and invasion. You must use your brain and your feminine wiles, and ease the information from all around you and put it back together like a complex, three dimensional jig-saw puzzle.

Sandy, get lucky and get back here safe; good luck."

"Thank you Sir, I need no clearer message or any greater motivation, whatever it takes to get lucky then I'm your girl."

"Thank you Sandy, here are your new keys, the code to the communal door is 7215H, you can see yourself across; I will take your keys and leave you to say goodbye to your old place and the memories you have here; farewell." And he left.

I hadn't thought about leaving this place as being emotional at all, I gave it some thought but still didn't. I slipped my dress back on and shut the door on my old life behind me. I am Sandy Dearing, 06/01/98, and I am a spy!


3. Virginity

My new place is fantastic, all new and fully redecorated, I love it! It is on the same floor and directly opposite my old place and the same shape and size but everything reversed. My west has just become east and I will get the sun on my balcony in the evenings now.

I have brand new everything, bathroom fittings, curtains, carpets, state of the art TV's in the bedrooms and the lounge and even a small screen in the kitchen. Surround sound, music system that can be played in every room or any room and even a bidet, bath and walk in shower. My new computer is set up just like my old one and I have tested my cuffs, bed and toys and they all work to the computer like before. I can fit straight in here where I left off over there.

Even all my clothes and shoes have been hung and put away in the exact same order, all the same drawers have all the same contents.

I have a shower, have a little hissy fit at this fucking belt still being locked on because I want to christen my new place with an orgasm but can't; and get dressed and leave at seven to the pub. I have left the chains and cuffs in place for my Blond visitor accepting that I am now keeping my virginity a little longer and instead of taking pleasure from him, I will be giving him pleasure and me and my mouth are not looking forward to this at all.

I have a bar meal and a couple of drinks at the pub giving them time to deliver my stud for the night and am sorely tempted to get pissed on vodka; not turn up until after eleven, suck him off, release him and throw him out. But my commitment to my new role doesn't allow this and at eight twenty I am heading back.

I open the door and I know he is waiting for me in the bedroom because my alarm has been deactivated.

Not wanting to rush anything I go into the kitchen and pour myself a large glass of red and think 'well, I may at least go and enjoy looking at his naked helpless body whilst I have my drink' and head through the lounge into the master bedroom.

Dax! I nearly drop my drink, I do spill some of it and onto my brand new carpet! Shit, suddenly Dax isn't all that important whilst I quickly soak the floor with water and start dabbing with paper towel!

Dax trying to laugh through his gag isn't particularly helping the moment either.

Finally done as well as it is going to get done I return to my drink and looking at Dax, but not only Dax, but Dax and a set of keys on a large ring looped over his cock!

A huge smile fills my face, my dreams have just come true; I am going to lose my virginity tonight, and I am going to give it to Dax; Oh yes!

I walk along the side of the bed admiring his athletic body, his six-pack looks like it has been etched into his body; all his muscles are so defined and beautiful, not huge and cumbersome but honed.

I lean over and take hold of the keys and lift them off his penis, causing it to stir and rise as I do. I feel like a snake charmer in a 'carry on' movie.

Taped to the key-ring is a note and I take it to a light to read the small writing; it reads 'Whatever you do, do not remove his gag until you have enjoyed your special moment, this is about you and your needs, not him. ENJOY!'

Well, who am I to ignore sound advice from more experienced people?

I take the keys to the bathroom and remove and clean my belt and put it away, I won't be needing this again for a while.

I return naked to him and take my time exploring his body, every muscle, every piece of skin; massaging my hands across his marvellous body until I cannot help myself and refrain from also playing with my own hot pussy.

It does not take long for me to get wet enough to know I am ready and I give up on any pretence at foreplay and work my way up his body until I am sitting astride his thighs with his cock in my hands and smiling into his face.

I have eye to eye contact and he doesn't look worried at all, but he certainly doesn't have that usual cocky confident look in his eyes anymore.

I release his cock and lean forward on my knees and taking his head in my hands I kiss him on the forehead and whisper to him "Don't you fucking dare come before I do or this will be a very fucking long night for you."

I settle back but as I do I inch my knees forward and holding his dick in my hand I enter him into me as I lower myself onto him.

He is hard as steel and bigger than any of my toys, bigger than anything I have ever had in me before and my god it feels fucking delicious! Oh yes! Oh so fucking Yes! And all I have done so far is sit on him!

I try to relax and just enjoy the moment; a real man's cock right inside of me, all the way. I can feel my vaginal muscles clamping onto him and I need them to relax. I lean forward and pick up my wine glass and just sit there, mounted on him and drink, and look at his face, into his eyes, and drink.

I lean forward and replace my glass and settle back down again. Just that little movement is getting me on. I start to experiment, all the time watching his eyes, keeping contact whilst I slowly lift and lower myself on him; getting into a very slow rhythm and then building and building until I cannot hold back any more and I am going for it, my hands on his chest whilst I pound onto him and come and come and come and as I collapse onto his chest I realise I have been screaming and now I am gasping and laughing and my legs are shaking and I am still on him and my bum is still juddering and I feel him spasm under me and come into me and oh! Oh!

I don't want this moment to end, ever; and I just hold onto him whilst my body sweats over and my racing beating heart starts to calm.

Eventually I am breathing normal again but am still managing to keep his withering cock inside of me, to the last. I look up and lean up and kiss his forehead again and whisper "Thank you; I will be back."

I clumsily crawl my way off him and off the bed and taking my glass I head for the bathroom and start running the bath. I have a drink and sit on the side of the bath and just glow. I love sex, and now I know for sure I love men; nothing else could ever come anyway near to that experience; I love being a spy!

As the bath runs and I add some foam I take a flannel and soak it in the hot water and take this back to Dax and wipe him down; I want him clean for the second round.

I refill my glass and getting the temperature just as hot as I can take it I submerge myself in the water and I really could be in heaven.

I enjoy my drink and spend at least forty minutes in the bath before I towel off.

I return to Dax and talk softly to him about how much I had just enjoyed him and how he really was a good teacher for a raw recruit like me all the time massaging his chest and thighs and playing with his cock until it was once again magnificent.

I went on to tell him that I had to learn to do whatever had to be done to achieve my mission even if I didn't like it, and what was coming next was just one of those occasions; but I had to learn.

I climbed up between his legs and took his cock in my hands, and slowly bent over and took it in my mouth until my hands were on his thighs and only my mouth and lips and eventually my throat was servicing his cock. I got the feeling he liked this the way his body was responding.

I started to experiment with my tongue too and to my absolute horror I found I actually quite liked playing with him like this. I had an absolute feeling of power, my sharp teeth around his big cock whilst my lips and tongue played terror on his knob.

I played on and on taking him deeper and deeper and without almost any warning at all he exploded, hot come pumping out of him and into me and I closed my eyes forced myself to swallow, and swallow and lick and swallow until it had passed.

Not something I liked, but nothing like as bad as I imagined; I could get used to it, I may have to get used to it.

Leaving the bed I again kissed him on the forehead and went and drank more wine and sat in the lounge and thought 'what next?'

I went back and unbuckled his gag and tossed it onto the bedside drawers. He looked me in the eyes again but said nothing.

I freed his ankles and wrists from the cuffs, whilst they had used my computer controlled cuffs they do obviously have manual opening too.

"Your clothes are on the chair over there, please join me in the lounge for a drink." I said as I left the room with my glass. He still hadn't moved a muscle since I released him.

After a couple of minutes he had put his boxer shorts on and joined me; I was still naked. I told him to help himself; he knew where everything was, same as the last place.

He comes back with a large brandy.

"Sandy, that, all of it was something special. If that was you losing your virginity and giving your first ever blow job then your future husband is in for a hell of a treat when you do know what you are doing. I didn't want that to happen, any of it, I am your teacher and there is no way that should have happened between us; if I hadn't been gagged I would have tried to stop you; but now I am so pleased I was gagged and it did happen; that was something else, something really special."

He lifts up his glass and toasts me and takes a big drink.

I do likewise.

"I was expecting a young blond guy to be chained up waiting for me, as you saw seeing you was quite a surprise, but a very welcome one."

"That was the plan but apparently you told the Commander you wanted me for the night; for your virgin fuck."

"I said no such thing to the Commander!"

"Yes, you did, well effectively, apparently after I had left you in your flat with your belt on last night; you were speaking to yourself but out loud which is never a wise thing when your place is bugged."

"Oh, yes, well I suppose I may have said something out loud." I explained slightly blushing as I recalled exactly what I had said out loud.

"So what happens now?" I ask him "Do you get dressed and go home."

"No, you know now what it is like to give your virginity, but have no idea what it is like to have it taken. Just in case we didn't get all of it there I am taking you back to bed and doing it properly."

Initially I feel slighted, but then I smile and think 'So you can do better huh? I don't think so but I may enjoy you trying; let's see if you can get anywhere near my Sybian'!

We spent a while just chatting, getting to know the real 'us'. He knew pretty much all the factual things about me but still probed my mind and I got to know him a little better, how he thought, what made him laugh.

We finished our drinks and he walked over and just picked me up, effortlessly and carried me into my new bedroom.

He laid me on the bed and as he stretched me out he continued with my right arm and before I knew it my wrist was cuffed and he was across me and my other wrist cuffed too. I hadn't considered he was going to use my own cuffs on me.

"No, this isn't fair! This is my night, for my enjoyment; and these are my cuffs for me to play with, not yours, release me, I want to enjoy this."

"Yes those are your cuffs, and you will play in them, and you will enjoy it; now don't make me gag you, I want to hear you scream again."

He unclipped the ankle cuffs from the bottom of the bed and re-clipped them to the sides of the bed level with my thighs. He stretched my ankles out and cuffed me.

My feet were wide apart either side of my butt and my knees stuck up; I was well and truly exposed and vulnerable. He was between my legs and I could see his eyes exploring what he could see. I liked it; I liked this position of total vulnerability and helplessness. I was totally at his mercy; there was no computer programme to release me from this just him. He could now do exactly and absolutely anything he wanted with me for as long as he liked and I could do nothing at all about it. I loved it; I was almost coming just thinking about it!

He got down and rested his chin on my belly, his body between my legs and started to massage my breasts and play with my nipples. Then travelled out and massaged my chest and ribs returning to my tits. As he done this his body slipped slowly backwards until he was licking my pussy and probing with his tongue and nibbling on my lips and clitoris. He kept this going and I was writhing in pleasure; I had never experienced this and it was fantastic. I had to close my eyes and control my breathing, or try at least but he got me hotter and hotter, writhing in pleasure more and more until I broke and my orgasm hit me so hard I bucked on the bed in ecstasy. I was moaning and groaning out loud, I couldn't stop myself. He kept it going and me with it until I thought I was spent.

Then he got up and released my ankles from the cuffs and went to my wardrobe and searched for something. He come back and cuffed my ankles together with soft leather cuffs connected by a short chain.

Lifting my legs he climbed up through them until he was on top of me and my legs forced around his back and without any attempt at any kind of foreplay he entered me.

Slowly entering me to the full he paused, and then started into a slow rhythm just as I had with him, then increasing the rhythm and upping it and upping it until I was about to burst and then slowing it right down. Then building the rhythm up again and reducing it again as I neared orgasm. He played me like this until I could barely take anymore, I was screaming for him like a banshee and he finally went all out ramming into me like a hard piston and I screamed as I came and he came and we both climaxed together and still he kept it going until we were both laying there in exhaustion and sweat.

Where I had fucked him at my pace and I had enjoyed it and he had enjoyed getting fucked by me; I had climaxed moments before him. I now had the experience of him fucking me and us both enjoying it; the difference being he played me, keeping me on the crest whilst he caught up and made sure we come together; he is my teacher.

He un-cuffed me and carried me to the bathroom and we showered together and each other.

After we had towelled off he had me demonstrate my computer controlled programmes to him; explaining how to set certain programmes for certain cuffs or plug points around the bed; and for my various toys.

He had me sit in the lounge whilst he set something up on the computer.

He asked me if I needed the toilet before bed but I didn't. Again he carried me to the bedroom and once again cuffed me to the bed, spread-eagle.

He draped a sheet over me and kissed me on the lips and said "Goodnight Sandy, I will never forget tonight; but if I stayed the night and slept with you, without the restraints, we would become too emotionally attached and we can't have that in our line of business."

I understood him. "When will the computer release me?"

"Go to sleep, don't worry about it, and try to sleep until you are released; you have been through a lot these last few days, you and that unique brain of yours needs rest. In that position your thoughts of tonight will be just that, thoughts; your body is safe from your hands tonight."

Again, I understood and felt a warmth from the care he was giving me "Goodnight and thank you" I said as he left.

He returned immediately and kissed me once more on my lips "Something to make you think of me as you drift into sleep" and his hands went under the sheet and he softly fondled my breasts and tweaked my nipples, then lowering the sheet he licked the top of each nipple once before replacing the sheet, kissing me once more and leaving. I heard the outer door close behind him.

My nipples were like bullets again, and begging for attention; "You're a bastard Dax!" I shouted but he won't have heard. I rubbed my body from side to side to have the sheet rub across my nipples but it was too light and wasn't enough but I think I was still trying as I drifted into the loveliest dream.


4. Got it licked

I only have light curtains which has never been a problem before when I didn't get the sun on my bedroom window; but now I was wide awake at six am wondering how long I was going to have to lay here until my cuffs released.

I must have been restless through the night as my sheet had worked its way down bearing my breasts. My nipples were rock hard; I couldn't believe they had stayed like that all night but the ride I had been on I wouldn't be surprised if it was possible. I know my dreams were hot as hell!

I lay there thinking about last night and Dax, I won't allow myself to fall in love with the first guy to shag me but I really could, no effort at all. Last night had been simply tremendous; I can think of no better way to lose ones virginity, fuck romance!

I am getting extremely frustrated; the more I think of last night the more I need to touch myself but can't. I know these cuffs are inescapable but still I test them over and over. I have never had this before; I often set the computer to keep me in the cuffs for short periods whilst my toys buzz away; or even through the night but they are always released first thing in the morning. To be imprisoned in them with no toys playing; and not knowing for how long, Arghhhhhhh!

I drift onto thinking about Dax and his training of me yesterday; why I had to be commando in a short skirt and high heels; and why he locked the belt on me and took the keys and I knew immediately he wasn't just fooling with me; he was getting me used to being controlled. Being commando; and working with others in this state. By not explaining he was effectively fast-tracking my training making me work through it and understand it myself. I can get that.

He said I would to some degree have to train myself, that I was very capable of it. I thought my way through it. On my months off I would only go to them twice, once to drop my notes off; all on white post-it notes which I would have on pages of a writing book that I would routinely be seen writing in but leave in my apartment to be found. The post-it notes I would stick to a £20 note and use to pay for drinks at a particular bar at a particular time. Then reversing this procedure before returning to work to pick up any new information they wish me to have; and then flushing the notes in a public convenience.

I spent what seemed like ages of continued frustration trying to concentrate on my 'legend' which shouldn't take too much doing; it basically was my real story; and then finally at ten my cuffs clicked open.

Straight to the toilet and straight to my Sybian! Before I even got it out of the wardrobe I could see the modification. They had fixed a pole to the front with a rubber penis mounted at what will be head height when mounted on the device. The pole also had head straps attached.

Well, wanting to fully engage with my training I set the Sybian up; locked my thighs in place, took the dildo in my mouth and fastened the straps around and over my head; and cuffed my hands to the rear.

It started up and with it, me.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes!

It was that good and I was so needy I done it again.

I spent the afternoon shopping for new clothes and something business-like but short and sexy for my interview. I had filled in the on-line application and returned it with my CV yesterday. The form said to expect either a short-notice interview appointment or notification of having been unsuccessful.

I had drinks and a meal before returning so that I could prepare myself for my next visitor.

I showered and I suppose very 'girly' like I made myself up and perfumed myself before chaining myself to my bed at seven pm. I had intended on just locking myself in with no release to be totally at her mercy but just in case there was a hitch and nobody turned up I set the computer programme to release me at nine pm.

To add to my excitement, as if my first lesbian encounter was not exciting enough; I gagged and blindfolded myself before plugging the cuff cords into the bedframe. I had enjoyed the position that Dax had used on me so once again I had fastened my ankles wide to the sides of the bed leaving me totally vulnerable.

It seemed only twenty or so minutes and my doorbell rang. Then I heard the door opening and someone entering the hallway. I didn't hear her, I had to assume it was a 'her', enter the bedroom and got a shock when a finger was ran up the back of my leg and heard a female giggle. Then I felt a finger playing with my belly jewellery and it being lifted probably to examine the piercing.

"Well well well, what a nice task I have tonight. I think you and me are going to get along just fine."

Both my nipples are simultaneously tweaked and I groan out through my gag to more of her giggles; then she flicked both my nipples together and giggled again. "I wonder if we should have those pierced too. Yes, I feel a bond with you already. Just relax and enjoy; I am going to fix myself a drink and take my time getting to know you a little better; inside and out in fact; and I just know I am going to enjoy you."

She sticks anything in my nipples and she's dead! I didn't sign up for amateur body piercing and I like my nipples just the way they are.

I feel her hair tickling my chest and her lips close on my left nipple whilst her hand rubs my pussy; her teeth close around my nipple and I gasp; and a finger enters me.

I hear her giggle again as she leaves me.

Wow! I am pulling again stupidly on my cuffs, I am so instantly horny; it is never like this on my own. No control or say or anything; I am just her plaything and I sense she is an expert at this game. I so want her touch already and she has only just begun. Her voice is lovely; quiet, smooth but with fun in it.

She returns and teases me, touching me, rubbing her fingers over me, all my sensitive areas, tickling me. He lips and tongue playing with me, all over. My body spasms and lifts almost instinctively as she surprises my nipples with ice cubes; and then my lips as she plays an ice cube around my gag. Oh that feels so good.

Then the only thing touching me is her tongue, just her tongue straight onto my pussy. She must be laying on the bed below me facing up to me because first she plays with her tongue on me and in me, and then her lips and teeth; but then she starts also stroking and tickling the souls of my feet; and my feet are very, very sensitive to tickling so she has me squirming in my bonds like there is no tomorrow and all the time licking and eating me. Oh My God! I come, and come, and come! I buck and twist and bounce but there is just no escape. My God I am almost hyperventilating through my gag and nose and she has to slow down on me to let me recover.

"Well Sandy, you do seem quite sensitive to this don't you? This could be a whole lot of fun once I get started; I'm really looking forward to this." As she gets up off the bed and I hear a glass being lifted from beside my head.

'Once she gets started'? Oh my Fuck, I think I have died and gone to heaven! She has already blown me away; I don't know if I am going to be able to take this!

But I did, I didn't have a say in the matter. She really does take her time but she does everything to me. Not just fingers and tongue, but using my own toys on me which she obviously knew where to find and even a few of her own. Something that shocked me when it touched me; a metal spikey wheel thing that she ran up and down me; and finally a strap-on dildo that she used to fuck me, both ways!

All the time I had been blindfolded; the torment was wonderful. I knew that my release must be imminent, it felt like we had been at it, or at least she had been at me well over two hours and it must have been twenty past seven when she arrived. My cuffs would have released at nine pm so it must just have seemed longer to me in this helpless, blind position of glorious multi-orgasm.

Finally I felt my gag being released and a glass being held up to my mouth. I tasted white wine and it was most welcome. "I must warn you..."

"Sandy my horny little slut, you are in no position to warn me anything."

"...No, my cuffs, they are on a computer controlled programme, they will release at nine unless you override it quickly!"

"What time do you think it is now?"

"Well not yet nine, obviously."

"It's ten forty."

"But, but, I don't understand." Shit, really? She's been at me over three hours?

I heard her giggling again as she again tweaked my nipples "Daz told me you would most probably set your computer timer, he even predicted nine pm; he said to use control, Alt and delete; and then 'End Programme'; it seems to have worked; but I must congratulate you on your eagerness and stamina; three hour twenty and you are scared I am going to release you; I must be even better than I thought!"

I opened my mouth to make some witty retort but had to stop myself when the glass touched my lips and I drank again.

I swallowed the wine and the glass was replaced with her lips; and for at least fifteen minutes she snogged me whilst her hands yet again explored my body; making me come again whilst her tongue was in my mouth.

I didn't think I had it left in me, but still she took it.

My blindfold was eased up off my eyes and for the first time I saw my lover, I knew her! Well, I say knew her, I had seen her before; around the university, in the odd bar; on my tube; obviously she had been one of the MI6 spy's observing me but I had failed to identify her as such. She was lovely; I had only ever seen her with a smile on her face. She was similar height and build to me but had shorter and darker hair; I was a true blonde but she had mousy hair. She was about my age too or at least looked it, the experience she had just given me though I would be surprised if she wasn't actually older.

I smiled and said "Well I'm pleased I haven't just been snogging with a Minger!"

"Yeah, well I wish I could say the same!"

"Ouch and Meow you bitch, release my hands and say that!"

She just giggled again and kissed me on my lips and I responded, enjoying it. "Only teasing, I said I would enjoy you and I did; that was real fun."

"Sorry for asking, but are you really Lesbian or is this just a tasking?"

"Just a tasking, but an enjoyable one; one of my better ones. I just enjoy sex, any sex; male, female or group; bondage is a bonus; just any sex as long as I like your looks, which in your case is pretty easy."

She released me from my bonds and we both walked naked through to the kitchen and I fixed myself a red wine and she topped up her white.

"What do I call you?"

"At the moment it's Claire; but very soon I will be Sandra Deering, with two e's."

"Oh! You get to play me!"

"Yeah, basically I am on a paid holiday for as long as it takes you to do your bit; could be a couple of years I believe. All I have to do is pretty much stay out of trouble and keep my eyes open on who comes and goes from here from across at your old apartment, so whenever you go out remember to leave your balcony window blinds open."

"I am going to grow my hair to your length and lighten it a couple of shades; you have to naturally let yours grow longer so that without drawing attention to it you slowly change your appearance from how you are now and how I will become."

We continued chatting with her advising me on arrangements and then I took her back to bed and pretty much repeated on her all that she had done to me, and a couple of tricks of my own that I just made up. I screwed my eyes up in disgust as I put my tongue to her pussy but very quickly opened them wide and enjoyed what I done to her and the effect I had.

After two in the morning I still had her cuffed to the bed and at seven am we awoke still naked in each other's arms; and started kissing again.

We ended up spending the day out in town together and sharing lunch and dinner; then I explained I had to get back for my seven pm stud appointment. She laughed herself silly at this and we both agreed being spy's was ace!


5. Chinese Balls

Rushing back in expectation of another session with Dax I got home to find Blonde cuffed to my bed. Well, variety is the spice of life!

He wasn't Dax, but he was good.

From virgin to bisexual slut in just three nights!

The next day, Tuesday, I kept my appointment with Dax and once again the black door opened as I climbed the steps and once again he welcomed me with a kiss.

In the outer room I pleased him when I walked to the centre of the room, turned and lifted my short, thin summer dress up to my neck; showing him I was naked beneath (whoever the lucky guy was that followed me up the underground escalator must have had a nice eyeful!).

I dropped the dress back down but Dax reprimanded me "Tut tut, back up" and I immediately complied.

"Now spread your legs and bend over, double."

I did and he came around the back of me and placing one hand on my back with his other he worked his fingers into my pussy; and then into my bum!

"Okay, you can put your dress down now, your clean."

"What, you were searching me?"

"Not really, educating you; that is what they are going to do to you on your first day, and it will be a stranger and probably a man. They will then do it again and again periodically whilst you work there and definitely each time you leave."

"Oh."

We went up to his office and resumed the training where he had left off.

"Claire tells me the two of you hit it off really well the other night, she was impressed."

"Oh Dax, I never had you figured as the jealous type, but yes; I think Claire and I will be good friends."

"Not really jealous, just wish I could have shared that experience with the two of you; and Peter last night? How did he measure up?"

"Now now Dax, good girls don't kiss and tell; especially not in this new job of mine."

He got his mind back on the training and the day flew in.

We went over my reporting procedures; which pubs in which order at what times; the colours I would wear to indicate I was making a drop. How to alert them to any changes in my plans by going on-line and purchasing certain items from particular retailers; different purchases meaning different things.

He expected my reply from my application to come back either today or tomorrow but by the end of the week at the latest. There was no need to inform him of the interview time as they already had covert cameras set up on the access routes to where the interview offices were and still had surveillance on me so they would see me going to interview.

From that point all surveillance and contact with me would be broken and I would be on my own; and no more evening visitors to play with me; I would have to find my own from then on.

As it happens during the afternoon I received an email response notifying me that I had successfully made it through to the interview stage; and instructing me to attend Charleston House, 7b, 11.00 hrs Wednesday 17th of this month, basically, tomorrow! I was to take nothing with me; no electronic devices would be allowed through reception; but must take my passport, driving license, and all bank and credit cards.

Dax was pleased with this and said I was as ready and capable as I was likely to get without doing the full eighteen month secret service training course; and being 'raw' would make me more believable in the role I was to play anyway. He would pull all surveillance off me immediately and tonight's visitor would be my last.

I just gulped.

I was struggling to concentrate on the rest of my training with him and Dax had me remove my dress and he cuffed my hands behind my back which he then raised and tied a cord up and around my neck from the cuffs keeping my hands high up my back. Every time he perceived a drop in focus he spanked me!

A little after three pm he called it a day. "Well done Sandy, your retention of data is exceptional and you appear quite gifted in this new world. This is the last you will see of me until this is over. The only thing left for me to test is your power of persuasion, your ability to get information out of people. Do you think you could get me to tell you whether you should be naked and cuffed to your bed by seven for your visitor? Or out until seven thirty to return and find your visitor cuffed to your bed?"

As he was saying this he was loosening his jeans and taking his Dick out; then he stood there with it just pointing at me and his hands on his hips.

I still had my wrists cuffed up my back.

"Dax, darling, you are magnificent, the best ever; and so handsome; please, could you tell me what I am doing tonight? I will be ever so grateful" I said in my most alluring and suggestive voice raising my eyebrow and smiling at him as I said it.

"Why thank you Sandy; I'll give it some thought and maybe get back to you; I would like to deal with it now but (pretending a yawn) I seem to be lacking the right motivation."

"Please? Pretty please?" And I got down on my knees.

He just put his hand to his mouth and yawned again, then made a big show of checking his watch, Bastard!

I walked to him on my knees which was just a bit humiliating that he could have this power over me. Then looking up at him, into his eyes and keeping that contact; I licked the end of his knob.

"It seems to be coming back to me, just a little more motivation should do it."

It was obvious what was required, I wasn't getting out of here without giving him a full blow-job. Still managing to retain eye contact I took him deep into me and had a late lunch; it didn't take long at all. I think I am getting quite good at this.

I was to arrange to be out to return to find my visitor waiting.

Dax explained that the Commander needed a photo of me for my file and a signature on a contract of employment; 'just in case' whatever that means.

I said no problem, just as soon as I am dressed; but this wasn't necessary, Dax was happy to photograph me as I was, about twenty times from all angles, Bastard!

I was dressed and ready to go. Dax walked me backwards to the table and effortlessly lifted me up and sat me on the table. "Sandy, one slight criticism, well not really a criticism but an observation as I quite like it actually; but you give in to your orgasms too quickly, too freely. Learn to control this and you can achieve total self-control in all aspects of your life. Are you up to a challenge, a dare if you will?"

I didn't have a clue what was coming but this appealed to me, he was obviously going to turn me on somehow; possibly even torture me with stimulation which I was well up for. "Bring it on, big boy."

He went to a drawer and recovered something and brought it back. Sitting as I was in this short flimsy dress I was already struggling not to flash but this was nothing compared to when he pushed me back making me lay on the table. He slid me further onto the table opened my legs and lifted my feet up "Stay like that."

Just a bit exposed, well, totally exposed; I can't keep the smile off my face in anticipation.

He showed me two almost golf ball sized smooth shiny balls connected with a thin gold chain. He put these in his mouth one at a time and I could see the chain not only connected them but also dangled out from one of them. I had seen these before on-line; the ones I saw vibrated; some sort of in-built inertia or coil spring that reacts to movement.

He removed them from his mouth and playing my pussy with one hand he entered them into me with the other. "Keep these in until you get home; and careful not to let them drop out; that could be quite a challenge (and it was!)."

He eased me back up and off the table, as my heels hit the floor the tingling in my pussy started and I had to stand rigidly still as the sensation flowed through me. Oh My God! I cannot get home like this! My legs will give in. The vibrations, shocks and jolts on the tube; oh Fuck!

"Now remember, this isn't about pleasure, but about control. Concentrate, focus, control your body and your mind; go home, not come all the way home."

In spite of the predicament, I giggled at this.

He opened the door and again kissed me on the lips and hugged me. I turned to walk through the door and he gave me one almighty spank making me jump and cry out. I turned to stare at him at the top of the steps, my pussy ringing; He had a huge shit eating smile all over his face "Bon-Voyage Sandy, happy hunting" and the door closed.

It never stopped vibrating. Every step, every movement. I would stop just to gather my thoughts, my focus; I would pretend to be taking in the view, or checking my phone or something; but in reality I was avoiding an orgasm.

The tube journey was awesome. How I wasn't moaning, groaning or even screaming in the ecstasy I was feeling I don't know but I was giving something off the way people around paid me an awful lot more attention than usual.

I closed my door behind me, crumbled onto the carpet and my floodgates just opened. Both my eyes and my poor, tormented pussy. I couldn't stop crying, and I didn't want to stop coming. That was like no experience ever before, indescribable; I have to do that again! Just maybe not today.

I clean myself up in the bathroom and remove the balls; I wonder if anyone could see the gold chain dangling in this short skirt? I start laughing out loud as I picture what I have just been through; Dax, you are one wonderful and truly evil Bastard!

I am still laughing when the doorbell rings. Who can this be? Nobody knows I even live here?

I wrap a bath towel around me and get the door.

"High Sandy, sorry I'm early, can I come in?" Claire steps past me and I close the door.

"What's happened? Why are you here?"

"I've just been told you go live tomorrow; so this being your last night I have brought it forward a little; I thought we could maybe go out and eat together; you know, your last meal and all that."

"That would be great, I am so pleased it is you and I don't have to get to know someone new tonight; any other time but not tonight. I was just about to shower and get ready, can you wait?"

"No chance" she said snatching the towel off me "I'll join you in the shower. If I'm going to watch your back I may as well wash it for you too!"

That was a long shower.

I was working out what to wear and was showing Claire the vibrating balls Dax had dared me to keep in me all the way home; and explaining the awesome effect they had on me. She said I was still extremely flushed when I opened the door to her.

Having chosen a shoulderless top and short skirt I was in my strapless bra and pants in the bedroom and suddenly without any warning Claire pushed me face down onto the bed and with amazing speed and no real effort at all had my wrists handcuffed behind me. She let me get back up.

I wasn't upset by this, I just thought we were maybe starting to play a little early and she could have waited until we had been out.

"Claire, I take it you have a cunning plan which needs me to be like this? That maybe we aren't going out quite yet?"

"Oh yes we are going straight out, you have just given me an idea that could be fun."

She went to my 'special' wardrobe and returned with my chastity belt. Oh no, I think I know what is coming.

As Dax had done before she put the vibrating balls one at a time into her mouth and then removing my knickers and opening my legs she played them into me; and then locked my belt onto me.

She went and opened my timer safe (does everybody know my fucking codes around here?) and put the keys inside, set the timer for ten pm and locked it.

Fuck!

She removed my cuffs, held my face in her hands and kissed me "There, that will help me keep my hands off you for a while at least; but won't stop you having at least a little fun while we go out."

"But Claire, I don't want you to keep your hands off me, and these balls are totally fucking evil!"

She kissed me again and added "it also gives me some bargaining power when we get back, I imagine you will be prepared to do anything for me to get that belt off and those balls out; now get that stupid bra off and get dressed."

Unfortunately, and I am sure quite on purpose Claire insisted on us getting the tube into town to go to one of her favourite restaurants meaning once again I was having to practice my self-control in the most trying of circumstances. Claire was loving the expressions on my face as we rode every bump and jolt.

That trip out and meal with Claire was a lovely and unique experience; but I could have done without her spanking me every chance she got.

I did get a little of my own back on her. She too had gone out 'commando' in one of my little black dresses and going up the underground escalator at Covent Garden whilst we were getting jostled by people walking past I had deftly lifted the back of her skirt and tucked it into her belt revealing her bare bum.

We were out of the underground and walking through Covent Garden before an old guy pointed his walking stick at her and said how she really knew how to make an old guy happy. She didn't get it and he actually had to tap her bare bum with his stick to get the message home. I was in hysterics, especially when she asked and I told her how long it had been like that.

Back home before nine Claire stripped off, laid on the bed and said I had thirty minutes to convince her not to extend the safe timer through to morning.

Believe me, I convinced her.

She had me in handcuffs again before she retrieved the key. She took the belt straight off me but then had me over her lap on the bed and gave me a spanking session that really got the balls vibrating in me. The way she spanked me, the speed and strength, the variation; it made me guess she had worn these balls before herself and knew what made them sing.

She certainly made me sing!

We fooled around with each other some more, even doing each other with a double-ender with both our arms cuffed behind which was all a bit messy and awkward but real giggle factor then Claire said we had to wind it up as I had a big day tomorrow.

"Sandy, as a goodbye for now, how about we set your computer programme for an eight am release and I am yours for the night, but you must promise me you will get some sleep?"

I thought this was a marvellous idea so I sat and set the programme whilst she watched and then fixed the cuffs so that she would be fully spread eagle.

"Right, that's it set ready to go."

"Okay, can I borrow a brush and toothpaste and we will get ready for bed for the night?"

We both stayed naked but used the bathroom together and got ready for bed. This was going to be lovely; just having her there in my bed with me for the night and vulnerable to my every whim.

As we entered the bedroom she pushed me onto the bed and dived on top of me. She wrestled me and got one of my wrists locked into a cuff and then more easily the other wrist. Then my ankles.

"Claire! This isn't fair! You promised!"

"I know Sandy, but life just isn't fair anymore, certainly not in this game. Now get a good night's sleep; I will also set your phone alarm for seven fifty so to make certain you are awake to your cuffs releasing. I will be watching from my, your old flat to make sure you leave on time; and remember, if you bump into me at all my name is Sandra."

"Oh, and thank you, Dax has explained the importance of your mission even though I cannot be briefed on all the detail; I have been told as much as I need to know; but that you are knowingly risking your life for us all. If you come through all this okay then if you wish, ask the Commander to pass on your new identity and contact details to Special Agent 502. I will have a new identity by then; and I will come to you and you can have me not just for a night but for a whole week, yours to play with as you wish and no tricks this time."

I bit my lip to stop saying anything silly, but for some stupid reason I couldn't stop from crying. Claire just stood there looking down on me and stroking my head. Then she bent over and kissed me and said "Oh all right then you silly thing, just one more for the road" and she climbed between my legs and started licking.


6. The Interview

I awoke well before the alarm and thought my way back through everything I had been shown and told.

I had myself fully back together and ready to commence my mission (act, more like); in fact I couldn't wait for the interview process.

I dressed up in the new clothes I had bought just for this interview. Certainly not slutty, but definitely sexy whilst still maintaining a business image. I had even bought new underwear for the event. The Commander during our interview had raised an observation I had not realised myself. All my proper pants were black or white; all my sexy lacy G-strings and thongs coloured. So this time I had mixed it up and bought a variety of black and white lace G-strings, hardly there minimal G-strings that barely cover my pussy.

So I was wearing a one of these black G-strings, black lace topped sheer hold up stockings, a black lace bra, a blue blouse and a grey pleated short skirt. All this rounded off with some nice silver jewellery and black stiletto shoes. Not so much business woman as adult schoolgirl!

All I had with me was a small clutch bag containing my new keys, credit cards, passport, cash and my railcard.

I found Charleston house no problem; off the tube at Bank and it backed onto the northern Thames embankment. When I spotted 7b I had a little giggle, it was a black door up five steps identical to the place I visited Dax. I was ten minutes early but went up and rang the bell.

A nice lady opened the door and after giving my name she ushered me inside and sat me at a table where she took some basic information off me and had me sign a visitors form; and relieved me of my clutch bag.

I was then shown to an easy chair and asked to wait.

Eleven am on the dot a side door opened and a young lady stepped in and asked "Sandy?" and asked me to follow her; Mr Garner and Doctor Lavine were ready for me.

She led me around a corner and along a corridor and stopped at a black glass door; she pressed a button which was responded to with a "yes" and she said "Sandy Dearing for interview Sir."

There was a slight click and the door slid open and I was invited in alone.

I stepped into a large room well lit from the natural light flooding through the floor to ceiling windows that stretched the full length of the room and giving a fantastic view down the Thames.

To my left it looked like a Doctors surgery; to my right and in front of me as I turned to face them were the two I assumed to be Garner and Lavine sat in leather office chairs with a desk in front of them.

He was probably in his late Fifties, but fit with shocking white hair; she looked just like Gwyneth Paltrow but with shorter hair; probably mid-thirties.

"Please, Miss Dearing, take a seat." There were three seats in a slight semi-circle in front of the desk and I sat in the centre.

I had practiced in front of a mirror and I knew it was just about impossible not to give a glimpse of my lace stocking tops when taking a seat like this one in this skirt. If I was to twirl slightly and cross my legs as I sat it was guaranteed; and this I did. I glanced up and caught them both looking at my legs but quickly looked away again until I was comfortable.

"I am Stan Garner responsible for scientific recruitment, please call me Stan; and this is Miss Constance Lavine, please just call her Doc, we all do. She is our chief medical officer and also my number two on recruitment, my deputy."

Please introduce yourself and tell us a little about you which isn't on your CV.

So I did, starting plainly with my name and that I like to be called Sandy, that everybody always has; and then a little about being an only child, my upbringing, love of all things scientific and electronic from childhood; my Father dying of cancer when I was young; and my mother passing away suddenly just over a year ago and regardless of all the medical bumf it was down to a broken heart. I explained my hobbies and my love of theatre and travel; and my ambition to not be a 'lab-rat' and definitely not a sheep; but to take science forward, to be progressive, an innovator; to advance my subject beyond all known boundaries; although I did appreciate I had to start near the bottom and prove myself as I had at university.

"Yes Sandy" replied Stan, "Your CV is certainly impressive, so much so that we contacted your university for a reference. Your old Deputy Head of Science, Doctor Barns thinks an awful lot of you; in fact he says you turned down the opportunity to stay on with a view to making Professor and leading the department much to his chagrin. He says you have the smartest brain the university has ever seen; and achieved the highest examination results ever nationally. But that you don't suffer from attitude or ego problems and are actually a nice, if overly quiet, person. Basically you could not come higher recommended and it is for that reason I am determined to land you."

"Thank you Sir, it is nice to hear Doc Barns rates me that highly; as a person I mean, my results at Uni' speak for themselves."

"Please, just Stan, but thank you for the show of respect. Now as far as I am concerned you have passed this part of the interview process (he glanced at Doc and received a nod) but I must explain that this is a singular job that I am recruiting for, most unusual. From this point on I must insist that all we discuss here today is never uttered outside this room, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, sorry, Stan."

He smiled at my slip and continued "You see Sandy I represent the Government and this project is far above Top Secret; only a handful of people know fully of its existence and purpose; so I am completing this interview in stages and each stage must be completed and all three of us happy to continue before we progress; understand?"

"Yes Stan."

"Now you, your CV and your references have easily satisfied me that you have the qualities which the project needs; now I will explain that if you leave here today successful, and you will know one way or the other before you leave; that we will take your life apart piece by piece since birth and rebuild it to establish what if any security risk you present. I am asking you now, tell me anything at all about yourself and your history that may be of interest; any criminality, or even suspicion of such, any kinks or dangerous pursuits, drugs, alcohol abuse, love life, foreign friends, criminal friends; friends in high places, political leaning, anything. Because if you don't and then we uncover it then later down the line that will halt your promotion prospects and possibly your career with us."

"Oh, well; there's nothing at all of any security concern I can think of, no criminality or political leaning or activity or high friends or anything. I do drink but just to be sociable or maybe the odd bottle of wine when I am at home alone. I have never done any drugs; but, well I do, er, no, that's a bit too personal and wouldn't interest you anyway."

"What Sandy? Best be candid, we will get to the bottom of everything."

"Well, I don't for one moment believe you ever would discover this, and I cannot believe I am blurting this out to strangers in an interview; but I have a secret hobby. I like to restrain myself."

"Go on" said Doc, quite eagerly.

"I practice self-bondage; I have collected and made various restraints which are controlled by a computer programme I designed; and I use these frequently, most nights, with various sex toys." I managed to make myself blush as I said all this, not that it needed much effort.

"Is this just in the home, and alone, or elsewhere?" Again, it was Doc showing the interest in leading this.

"Just in the home, although I have worn a chastity belt and even some vibrating balls outside and even in town on just a couple of occasions. And yes, I have very recently, just had my first sexual encounters in bondage, with a man and a woman, but separately, not group sex or anything."

"How was it, I mean compared to just self-bondage with your toys?" asked Doc.

"Unbelievable!" I blurted out, laughing and covering my face; "The feeling of total helplessness without the computer to release me; and the uncertainty of what would happen; it took it to a new level; but I promise you I can control it and it is purely a social thing and I don't even have a partner now to continue with. (again with my face in my hands) Oh I do hope I haven't just blown this interview."

"So you would class yourself as the submissive rather than the dominant in bondage?"

"Oh definitely, I like to be the vulnerable one."

"Okay, thank you for your honesty Sandy" said Stan, "that you are willing to disclose that in this meeting gives me confidence there will be little else if anything in your closet so to speak." Again he glanced at Doc and again she nodded, with a smile on her face.

"Well nothing to be ashamed of there, I would consider that healthy experimentation in pursuit of a fulfilling sex life, wouldn't you agree Doc?"

"Indeed Stan, we all have our harmless fantasies and desires and these can only help elevate the experience. Especially in one with such a fine brain as you Sandy, from a medical perspective I can say that the greater the mental effort and pressure, the greater the physical release required. Entirely normal."

"Okay Sandy, that brings us nicely onto the next part, you have passed the first two. A little bit about the Secret project. You will be employed by the Government but outside the Civil Service; they have a rigid pay scale and could not afford to pay you your worth and so we would not attract staff of your calibre. This is something unique and special. We will employ you three months on, one month off, three months on, etc. You will work away from home in a purpose built facility and you will be taken there blind; you will never know where you are and you will have no contact with the outside world until your month off when of course you will be returned home."

"Whilst at work you will have no privacy, no modesty. Nobody there does. You will be given everything you need, clothing, personal hygiene products, credit, food, everything. You will be subject to random and routine strip searches, the most intrusive strip searches and even x-ray procedures. Nothing gets in or out of that facility; security is everything. Your hobby is a good thing because you will on occasion also be subjected to restraint. If you are overly shy or sensitive then this is not the job for you but the project is of such secret importance we have no choice in this. How do you feel about this?"

"Oh, well, wow! I've never heard of anything like this. Certainly working incommunicado for three months at a time is no problem, nobody will even know I am gone. The lack of privacy isn't a problem, I work out a lot and work hard to have a nice body, a lot of wasted effort so far because nobody ever gets to see it. The strip searches and intrusive bits, I guess you mean 'bend over and spread your legs' and all that? Well, if anything it excites me, not the being searched, but working on a project so important that you have to take security that serious. To totally submerge myself in scientific research and development at that level for three months solid at a time, well that is a dream come true to me. I understand I will only be able to see minimal low level stuff until my security is proven, but yes, I'm excited and want it, what does it pay?"

They both smiled at this and Stan answered "One Hundred Thousand Pounds per year, paid in three chunks so you will come home in three months to thirty three thousand pounds and change. That is only your starting pay of course, you have the potential to considerably improve that figure and pretty quickly. There are also bonuses for innovation. The best bit is, being the Government, we even pay the tax for you."

"Oh My God, when can I start?"

"Soon, very soon, providing you now undertake and pass a medical examination and sign consent forms for your medical history to be released to us, of course we need this to look after your health needs at the facility."

"Of Course" I replied to Stan, "Do I need to go somewhere now for the medical?"

"No, Doc will do it here and now, Doc please hand Sandy a medical release form."


7. The Medical

I filled the form in and then Doc stood me up and took me across the room "Sandy, please remove your clothing for my examination."

I turned and looked at Stan, and then out of the huge expanse of glass windows as if considering it I also noticed the entrance door was just glass and people were walking bye.

"Don't worry about the glass, we can see out but nobody can see in, you saw the outside of the door; well the windows are the same black appearance. Stan being here is a bit of a test to see how shy you are because this is nothing compared to the lack of privacy at the facility."

I started removing my blouse and asked "Do you need all my clothing off or just the shirt and skirt?"

"All of it please, but you may keep your shoes and stockings on."

I knew she had seen the flash I gave her, and I know it interested her; I think this proves I am reading her right.

I stripped off my top and skirt and laid them on a soft plastic examination bed, they were both watching my every move and I made sure I turned to give them a good show of all of me, facing them to strip and turning to place each item on the bed.

I removed my bra and pants and checked to make sure my stockings were up right and folded my arms covering my breasts looking awkward and self-conscious. My broad Brazilian on full show.

I know she was actually looking at my pussy but she said "Nice, I do like pierced belly buttons and that sapphire really suits you."

The Doc took my clothes and placed them through a side door into another room. The door slid closed on her return.

"Okay" she said "just kick your shoes off whilst I weigh you and measure your height."

I did and she completed these tests and I put my shoes back on.

She then lowered a bar from the ceiling and asked me to reach up and grip it with both hands. I was stood spread-eagle facing Stan.

She then measured my neck, chest, waist, hips calf's and ankles, and enquired as to my shoe size. She measured my inside leg, length of my neck and length of my arms. She asked me to rest and then measured my wrists.

"I am sorry if some of these tests I am about to run are unfamiliar to you but I assure you they are all necessary and in your best interests. Please grip the bar again."

She then brought over what I can only describe as electronic nipple clamps and clamped them on me. This hurt the way she just snapped them on and I instinctively dropped my arms and one of them that wasn't quite on right fell off.

"Oh dear, that bar can be a problem in these tests, let me help you" and she walked to the far wall and lowered the bar a few inches by pressing a button. I thanked her and grabbed the bar again. She picked something up from a shelf on the way back and from behind me I felt something being clipped onto the bar and then two cuffs were snapped onto my wrists. "There, that should make it a lot easier for you" she said as she returned to the wall and pressed the other button raising me again until I was stretched. I didn't say a word.

This time she played with my nipples, tweaking them until they were erect and then applying the clamps again. "Okay, you need to relax as best you can and in five minutes (she checked her watch) we can take the reading."

She went and grabbed one of the vacant office chairs and wheeled it over to me and sat down "Stan, please come and join us, I feel you are being just ignored over there."

Whilst the five minutes ticked away they engaged me in conversation about my studies and knowledge, and just life in general, all the time scrutinising my naked body.

Doc stood and removed the clamps and noted the readings whilst I did my best not to scream at the sudden rush of blood to my poor nipples. She then told me to open my legs slightly and as I did she entered some sort of probe into my pussy and pushed it home. "Sorry if my hands are cold dear, just need a quick temperature reading."

She then, from behind had me raise my right leg which she took and lifted right up and to the side, really stretching me, and inserted what felt like a large steel butt-plug into me before releasing my leg; and then sitting looking at me again.

Engaging in meaningful conversation in these circumstances was trying to say the least, but I done the best I could.

Doc went over to a side desk and started entering my details and data into a computer record whilst Stan sat in front of me reading the information out to her. When he finished she asked him for the vaginal temperature reading and he simply leaned forward and withdrew the probe from my pussy, examined it and read out the reading.

I see what they mean by intrusive!

"What about the anal reading?" Stan asked. "No, not yet" she replied, "The anal reading takes thirty minutes to settle accurately. Oh great, half an hour with this beast in me.

Doc went to the wall and lowered the bar and then released the cuffs. "Thank you dear, you are a model patient, in more ways than one."

I laughed at her joke, not that it was funny, I just felt the need.

She walked me over to a gynaecologist examination chair and asked me to take a seat and place my ankles in the stirrups and hold the two hand bars. I had to place my hands through tubes to get them to the hand bars.

Doc pulled a lever and the callipers closed over the stirrups trapping my legs and the tubes closed in trapping my wrists.

"I bet you wish you had one of these at home to play with Sandy."

"Yes, I do, it would be wicked, I would set it up for computer control."

"Oh, I like that, I have one at home; if we get the chance I must invite you around; see if you could set it up for self-bondage."

"Ladies, please!" laughed Stan, "this is a recruiting interview, not a dating agency!"

I hadn't considered that Constance was hitting on me, but yes, I see it now, she is a Dom' and absolutely loving this and clearly fancies me.

Smiling at Stan's remark Doc wound a handle and my ankles were stretched wide apart, then another handle and my legs were raised high above me. I was well open for access and totally helpless, vulnerable to anything; and Stan was sat there looking right down me.

Doc got her instruments and gave me a very thorough examination, and all the time this butt-plug just sitting there.

She took a blood sample and then placed a plastic tube into my pussy and asked me to pee! It took some doing but closing my eyes and concentrating I managed some which bled through the tube and into a jar. Removing the insert she took a paper towel and wiped me; I even instinctively said thank you to her.

"Okay, that's it, as much as we can do for now so let's take a seat shall we?" she said to me as she released my arms and legs.

"Er, this butt-plug thing?"

"Oh that's got another few minutes to run, then there is another short test and we can get you dressed again."

Hesitantly, and very naked, I followed them and we all resumed our interview positions.

They continued telling me about the facility and what would be expected of me until the time was right and then Doc had me stand and bend over whilst she removed the butt-plug and took the reading. I tried to stand but Doc stopped me "Hold on young girl, not quite finished yet."

She reinserted the plug and said "Sorry about this one Sandy, but it won't take long at all, just a few minutes" and pushed something in the base of the plug and it started vibrating, wildly! "Okay, you can take your seat again if you like."

'Oh My Fucking God' I was sat holding the sides of the chair for dear life whilst my bum vibrated like there was a road digging machine in there! Fuck! And they kept talking to me as though nothing unusual was happening; but Constance was struggling to keep a straight face.

I couldn't take it anymore, I was sliding off the chair, even my tit's were vibrating; I had to stand, then open my legs and bend over; and still they talked to me and asked me questions. Fuck, I can't help it, I'm coming!

"Okay Sandy, that will do it I think, you can stop grunting now" said Doc as she stepped over and pushed the button again and the vibrations stopped. I remained bent over and she removed the plug, only this time she got a latex glove on first and then dropped the plug in a sink.

"Take a seat again Sandy" said Doc as she returned to her seat behind the desk. "Tell me, how did you find that last test?"

I was still sweating profusely, my whole body was wet. "Er, ah, I don't really know what to say other than sorry but it overcome me, I tried not to but I had a little incident there and I really shouldn't have sat back on this nice seat again like this."

Doc laughed out loud "I just love your honesty! You really do deal in facts don't you? Don't worry about the seat, very easily cleaned."

"May I ask though Doc, what was that actually testing?"

"Hah, I like that too, your scientific brain has seen right through it. All the other tests I ran were 100% genuine; that test though was frivolous from a medical perspective; it is designed to test your acceptance of discipline in the most demanding of circumstances. What I liked was that you took it, you didn't complain, you didn't ask to stop even though it was obvious you very much wanted it to stop; and in your answer you did not mention being embarrassed or hurt or shamed or any emotional and meaningless rubbish but just stated facts and questioned the process. Very scientific and very strong character, I like you. On top of that you survived the test longer than any other before you obviously reached orgasm which can only be down to strong mind control (more like down to me walking through London with vibrating balls in my pussy!). Also if you can take that then nothing will cause you any concern at the facility. You have passed my medical and all my tests, thank you Sandy."

"Thank you Doc."

"Sandy, I am pleased to say you have passed the interview, easily; and I am marking your record as one to watch; suitable for fast-track promotion subject to security confirmation. I have very high hopes for what you can bring to this project; well done."

"Thank you Sir, I look forward to realising my full potential and from what little you have told me this may give me the career where I can prove myself worthy of research investment in my own right as a scientist."

"Sandy, looking at my schedule we can process you through to the facility next Tuesday, giving us time to get your medical record, dental record, and a little more on your security checks done. Can you be here at nine am Tuesday? Again with no more than you have brought here today other than perhaps a jacket should you need to return in poorer whether?"

"Yes Sir, I look forward to it."

"Okay I will see you then, but please do call me Stan; any last questions before you get dressed?"

"Just, is there anywhere I can take a very quick shower? I am sorry but Doc's tests have got the better of me."

Doc stood and held her hand out to me "Follow me Sandy, we have a shower here" and guided me through the room and out past where my clothes were and after I had stripped off my stockings straight into a walk in shower.

The shower door closed and I was surrounded by black glass; I had no doubt that with a flick of a switch from the outside it was normal glass looking in and so I put on a little show washing my pussy and tit's until I reached orgasm again; and made this obvious.

When I stepped out Doc was still there and she ushered me back in and the door closed again. There was a click and I was hit with a whirlwind of warm air; it was great, like some sort of Dyson body drier concept and I raised my arms, opened my legs and slowly turned.

The door opened again and I stepped out to find both Doc and my clothes had gone.

I had to return back into the interview room and they were both sitting in their interview positions and my clothes were on my chair. They really are milking it now.

I went to pick up my clothes but Stan placed some paperwork on the desk and asked me to read and sign it. It was a provisional contract of employment and so bulky I could not possibly study it here and now. I asked if I could take it away but was told that would be impossible. Stan said he was putting a lot of trust in me; I could also trust him that there was nothing untoward in the contract; but there was a copy of it available I could study in my leisure at the facility and anything I wasn't happy with could be discussed there before I got too involved with the project.

I speed-read the headings and signed on the dotted line; and finally, got my clothes on.

We said our farewells and I was met again at the door and escorted down to reception where my bag was returned and I left. Job done! Act one, scene one, success! Time to get pissed!

It dawned on me they hadn't asked for my passport and bank cards; but then I thought it through and realised the receptionist had taken my bag, they will have scanned all the documents and cards and they have probably been sent on for interrogation by others. I bet they have copied my keys too and lifted the alarm codes I was told by Dax to keep inside my passport when I took it.


8. A Date with Doc

Aware that I had swapped from having good guy surveillance to bad guy surveillance I wanted them to see me celebrating; and also to have time finishing fitting my apartment with audio visual equipment if that is what they were probably up to and so I pub-crawled my way home eating on the way with plans to frigg myself silly on the Sybian and then cuff myself to the bed for a good night's sleep. The plan worked a treat!

Dax had advised me that the bad guys would probably put some quick and dirty surveillance devices into my apartment that relied on battery life; but once I was away for three months they would come back and do it properly. They would spot that there was a TV in each room and plant their devices in the TV's so they would be well hidden and share the TV's main's power but with battery back-up. The bathrooms would also probably have cameras hidden in the ceiling but with lenses like needles; and possibly in any wall decoration.

The next couple of days I really missed my MI6 friends and just moped around and prepared my life for being away a lot; arranging direct debits and standing orders and the like for all my out-goings. I had come to the conclusion that this lot were better than MI6 at tailing me. I hadn't spotted anyone and I didn't have the feeling I was being watched in my apartment.

On Saturday I went out for the day. Shopping, a Shakespeare play at the Globe, lunch; purchased a bound notebook to start my story writing cover; some white post-it notes and a few drinks on the way home.

As soon as I entered the apartment I just knew, somebody had been in. I don't know how, the alarm was set and nothing was moved; but I knew. Again as I moved around I had that same feeling of somebody being present when nobody was here. They hadn't done it the day of the interview, they had installed it all today.

As per my training by Dax, I didn't look at the ceilings or anywhere for where they may be, I just accepted that they were there.

It was five pm and I was planning on starting to write a story and then break for a restaurant meal, maybe a curry; then a little more writing before getting down to some serious bondage when my mobile phone rang. Oh, this could be awkward, my first test, what if it is Dax or Claire or even the Commander and my apartment is bugged?

I picked up the call, the display said 'private number', "High, Sandy here."

"Hi Sandy, sorry to call you out of the blue like this, it's Constance, you know, Doc?"

"Oh Hi Constance, is there a problem?"

"Oh no, no problem; just I was wondering, I mean I may have read this wrong, if so please just tell me and no harm done; but maybe you would like to meet up with me tonight? You know, a meal, maybe a drink or two and see if it takes us anywhere? I don't mean relationship or anything, but, you know; we may have a similar interest that we could explore together? Or maybe just a meal, that would be nice too?"

I was shocked, I had not seen this coming; talk about sleeping with the enemy! But I could see only advantages. "Constance, I would love to meet up with you and see where it leads; the last two days have been so long and I have nothing to occupy me until Tuesday; I was even just about to start writing fantasy just for something to do. I am still getting off on what you done to me with that butt-plug and I even dreamed about it last night. I don't know where you are but I can get into town very easily."

"Sandy, that's great; I nearly called you last night, I wish I had now. How about the Bank of England on Fleet Street at say seven, and then I know a lovely bespoke Italian restaurant along towards the Tower?"

"Do I need to bring anything?"

"No, well yes; dress sexy but put your chastity belt on and when you see me, give me the key; and is there anything you could put in it, you know, to cause you a predicament if I don't release you?"

"Well, I have some of those Chinese vibrating balls."

"Perfect, see you at seven, bye."

Isn't life just so very strange?

I left the tube at Charring Cross again very conscious of my chastity belt showing under my ridiculously short summer dress as I rode up the escalator. I was already wet from the balls vibrating on the tube ride into town.

I entered the Bank of England pub fifteen minutes early and Doc was already there and she beckoned me over to her table. She stood to meet me and even embraced me and kissed my cheek.

"Hi Sandy; I hope I haven't shocked you; you do really want to meet me here and this isn't just about you wanting to look good with your interviewers or anything like that is it?"

"Constance, honestly, no. I am really excited by this and anyway, you were right, there was something between us up in your office."

She sat back down with her face gleaming and I must admit she did look stunning even if a little older than me.

"Hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of buying a bottle of red and getting two glasses; but I can get you anything else you would prefer."

I sat down facing her also smiling "No, red is great, my preferred drink." As I said this I slid my belt key across the table to her. This time I had been a bit more sensible, I had the other key back home.

She picked it up "The Chinese balls?"

"Yeah, and playing havoc with me; I may be walking slowly tonight."

She slid what looked like a car key-fob and a key across to me. I picked it up and asked "What is this?"

"Well, our first meet, only fair we are both in predicament. I too have a belt on, and inside mine is a fixed steel intruder, in the front, that fob is the control; please use it sparingly."

Wow! I couldn't help myself, there were five pink buttons, I pressed the top left and she jerked up in her seat "That is the low" she said. I pressed the next and she responded again "Medium." I hit the bottom right and she really jerked and in a high voice spurted out "High". I immediately hit the bottom right and she relaxed and said "That is either intermittent random; or off, which did you press?"

I showed her and she explained that was the intermittent, the centre button is off and so I pressed that one and put it away in my bag together with her key. I like this game.

We had our wine and just chatted, got to know each other a little better in a much more informal way than in the interview room. Doc said she couldn't discuss work at all and I said I was fine with this; we were here to talk about us and have a nice evening and see where it leads. I already knew pretty well where that was going to be.

We didn't take long getting through the wine, we were so chatty and excited we were gulping it down. Most of the conversation kept coming back to a bondage themed nature or pathetic corny jokes linked to bondage.

Constance led me out and along the strand to a lovely little bespoke Italian in a side street. She kept walking fast to get my balls vibrating and I kept slowing and at times even stopping just to maintain control of myself. Unfortunately in the pub I had explained the effect being spanked had on these balls and every now and again she would just randomly spank me as we walked; or even worse, pretend to spank me and I would jump away and get them vibrating myself. This was so hot; doing this with her knowing my predicament.

I had held off on zapping her but as she entered the restaurant I had my hand in my bag ready. As the waiter come over to introduce himself and lead us to a table I hit the 'high' button and just as she took his hand she physically jumped and shrieked out loud and I hit the off immediately.

She still had his hand and a brief period of awkward silence followed before I stepped forward and said "Sorry, my girlfriend here has a slightly nervous disposition and is prone to these random outbursts; totally spontaneous."

"Oh quite all right, I was concerned you had seen a mouse or something but I fully understand; let me show you to a table." Her face was a real picture!"

We ate light, just a selection of breads to start and salads and pasta shared for our main meals with another bottle of red. We had agreed we would go straight from here to her place which wasn't far straight after the meal.

I had gotten up to use the rest room after ordering and as I left the table I hit the 'low' button; to which I heard "You Bitch" as I walked away, smiling.

I deliberately took my time and as I took my seat she was sitting squirming with her hands under the table and looking pretty flush.

"Switch it off, now" she said. "Ask nicely" I replied. "I'm warning you, switch it off" she responded, looking very serious. I turned it up to medium and she sat upright with a jolt "and I said ask nicely."

She stared daggers at me but gave in "Please Sandy, switch this thing off."

"Ask nicer, beg, and smile, lose the dagger eyes."

I thought she was going to hit me the look she gave; but she swallowed it and smiled and asked "Please Sandy, pretty please, I beg you, please switch this off."

"Oh okay then, since you ask so nicely" and I hit the button.

"You evil Bitch, why oh why did I do this to myself and give the control to a sadistic Bitch?"

"Probably so I could do this" hitting the high button.

She actually yelped and her bum left the seat "Sandy! Sorry, Sorry, Sorry; please oh please switch it off."

I sat and stared at her, smiling.

"I beg you, pleeeease!"

I switched it off "See, you are getting better at this already; by morning I will have you eating out of my hand, well, and other places."

"Oh" she said excited, "You will stay the night?"

"Oh I'm sorry, it was just a figure of speech; but yes, if I'm invited."

"Just you try escaping, Bitch!"

I held the control in my hand and she looked worried but then we both just burst out laughing as the starters arrived.

Constance suddenly had to dash to the rest room, I can imagine why.

Leaving the Italian Constance explained we could walk to her place, it was just up Liverpool Street, short of the station. It was a tube ride really in these heels, and Constance had stiletto's on too, black leather boots up to her knees but I think she just wanted my Chinese balls vibrating all the way; and she got her way. I kept buzzing her too just to even the score. We were in fits all the way.


9. Doctored!

We arrived at her building, a new tower block with a concierge station fitted with multiple CCTV screens and an airlock security entrance. Very posh. I was even more impressed when in the lift she had to use a key to hit the 'P' button for the top floor penthouse suites.

We arrived on the top floor, there were only four doors to four apartments, hers was first on the left marked 'Churchill suite'.

Inside was out of this world, this is how I want to live and will do one day. She took me through the rooms and onto the balcony, it was huge, half of two sides of the whole tower block and what a fantastic view!

She could see my face and said "Yes, our business does pay well; one day Sandy." She obviously knew exactly what I had been thinking.

"Anyway, first let me pour us another wine; then you can have a look at my chair and tell me if you think you could make it computer controlled like you said at your interview; then we can maybe play some, maybe use the chair?"

I replied "No, first you can take your dress off, here and now on this magnificent balcony; then the other stuff. I want to make this glorious view even better."

She started to say something but I simply showed her the control in my hand and my finger on the high button. She removed her dress.

Stood there in just her boots and belt she looked absolutely perfect.

I put my bag and the control down, lifted my dress up and over my head dropping it to the floor and walked over and snogged her, full on heavy session snog. Her arms enclosed around me as she fully responded and this lasted some minutes. The people milling around far below were missing one hell of a show.

After some minutes we released each other, both flushed. She gave my buttock one almighty slap and jumping away saying "I'll get those drinks, have a look around."

I waited for my butt and my balls to stop tingling and then picked up my bag and both our dresses and took them into the apartment depositing them on a corner seat.

"Where do you keep all your special stuff?" I shouted through to her in the kitchen. "In my bedroom, one wardrobe with the clothes and costumes, the other with my toys."

I wandered through and started opening doors. One wardrobe looked like a display in a leather shop; but there were also latex suits, hobble skirts, masks, maids and nurses and sexy police uniforms; thigh boots, ballet shoes, everything. The next door revealed lots of steel and leather. All kinds of cuffs, spreader bars, chains, yokes, belts, harnesses, straightjackets, whips, floggers, clamps, dildo's, again, everything. I think she takes this seriously.

I decided there and then, I was going to make a very good friend of Constance. In my months off she could be my distraction; and as she gets to know and trust me more possibly a source of intelligence. I could play with this stuff in here forever.

"You like what you see? Like to try anything?"

"I like all that I see, and I want to try everything. But first, my wine and your chair."

We took the wine through to her study which she had set up a bit like a lab with the chair in the centre. Probably so the cleaners wouldn't think it too odd having something like this in a penthouse suite.

I put my wine down on a coffee table and had a good look at the chair, it was identical to the one she had locked me in during my medical. I knew I could set it up so that it could be used for self-bondage and computer controlled quite easily; providing she was willing to buy the electronic lock cuffs; but I wasn't telling her this quite yet.

I made pretence of playing with levers and handles and then looked at the tubes which clamped onto the wrists and paused and stood back in contemplation.

Then I played the lever over a couple of times and studied the action close up.

"What do you think Sandy, can it be done? Can you do it?"

"I think so, I'm just not sure about the wrist clamps though, could be a problem. I would have to study it actually locked on; but I think so; I will be certain once I see it in action again."

I don't know if it was the wine, or she was just that gullible; or she just plain wanted locked in it but she put her wine down by mine and said "Let me show you" and sat herself in the chair and placed her legs and wrists in location.

I pulled the lever across and the leg callipers and wrist tubes closed in trapping her; and picked up my wine again.

"Well, aren't you going to study the mechanism?"

"No need, I will have to replace all those parts anyway."

"But you needed to see the mechanism in operation!"

"No, what I needed was to see you trapped in your own diabolical chair."

"You Bitch!" she said with some venom.

"Now now Constance, you remember what happened last time you called me that."

"I don't care, you know I'm tipsy and you tricked me; you really are a Bitch!"

"I'll be back in a moment." What I really wanted to do was set her intruder buzzing and leave her to have her own fun while I rifled her apartment but I couldn't take the risk they didn't have cameras set up on her too. So instead I went to her special wardrobe where I had seen something I wanted to try.

It was a real struggle climbing into the tight rubber sky blue and white nurses outfit but when I looked in the mirror it was worth the effort.

I rifled her drawers and found some white hold up stockings and put these on too. The outfit was so short it barely covered my belt, but it looked and felt wonderful. The top was cut so it only just covered my nipples.

Her shoes were half a size big for me but I chose a wicked pair of white stilettos. There was even a nurse's hat to go with it, cute.

I strutted my stuff back through to her, collecting the control and belt key on the way.

She heard me walk in behind her and said "Oh, I thought you had gone home and left me, or fallen asleep, Bitch." But then I walked around and she saw me and her face lit up "Sandy! You are gorgeous! You look fantastic!"

"Please remain calm, there is no need to panic, this is quite a routine procedure and you will soon be right as rain and out of here" I said as I started turning the wheels. First opening her legs wide apart and then raising them up, and up, and up until they were just about above her wrists and her bum was lifted off the seat.

"Sandy, no; not so high; what are you doing to me?"

"Please relax, you are in safe hands, nurse knows best" and I ran my fingertips across the rear of her legs. It was good to hear her scream in pleasure.

I went and relaxed in an easy chair with my wine and set the control on random. I was sat to the side and she could see me. "Sandy, I'm sorry for what I said, for calling you a bitch again, please release me, please, I'm begging you, Please release me."

"Oh I will, in time; I will give you lots of release."

"Sandy, this isn't really that comfortable, could you at least maybe Argh! Ah Ah Ah Oh oh oh......."

Obviously it had kicked in then.

I just sat there for a good fifteen minutes listening to music, her music; the melody of the orgasm. I could sense she was giving in to it and just hanging there letting it happen and so I stood and attended her, nursed her with my fingers and she responded like a tiger trying to get out of a trap.

I lowered her legs enough to get at her belly and switched off the intruder; and then unlocked and removed her belt revealing her shaved pussy. It was just sitting there, all inviting.

I found some wet-wipes on her unit and cleaned her up; then holding her open I poured some wine into and onto her pussy. I then went to work on her; torturing her with my tongue, teeth and lips. I had her alternating between screaming, sighing and purring like a kitten.

Finally, thinking this was enough for a first session, I released her.

She still sat there in the now relaxed chair just looking at me, playing with her nipples and glowing.

She did eventually make it up and took a big gulp of her wine. I stood and she walked over and hugged me "That Sandy was the best ever, you are not a Bitch, you are beautiful, an angel and one hell of a nurse!"

"Let me reward you and get that belt and those balls off you; the belt is destroying the lines of the outfit anyway. I don't know why you didn't take your key back whilst I was helpless and let yourself out."

"Because I gave the key to you, I wanted to, but it wasn't mine to take; removing this belt is your pleasure."

She looked me in the eyes, holding my face in both hands, and kissed me. I saw love in those eyes; I have no doubt this isn't just sex, she is a full blown lesbian and is going to want more; more than I can give."

She explained that chastity belts should only ever be removed once another restraint was fitted, just in case they only wanted to maintain your hygiene and lock it back on again; to ensure the control is maintained. Therefore I had to be restrained if I wanted it removed. A whole load of crap no doubt just made up but I was happy playing along.

She disappeared into her bedroom and returned with a long slim steel yoke. She first locked the centre collar around my neck and then I raised my hands and she locked my wrists into the cuffs at either end of the spreader bar. Yeah that will do it, totally helpless and displayed again; just how I like it.

She raised my rubber skirt and removed the belt. Then taking hold of the slim gold chain between my legs she drew the very wet balls out; each one giving me that unique pleasure as they paused and then plopped out.

She didn't bother with gloves or wet wipes or anything, she just held them by the chain and examined them "I've never seen these before, but I've read and heard about them."

She took the balls in her hand and started shaking them, then let them nestle together in the palm of her hand and giggled as she felt the strength of the vibrations and watched them bouncing against each other. "Oh I do like these" she said and then gave me a mischievous look and as I hadn't even moved she put them back in me and pulled down my rubber dress. "Do not move a muscle, I have canes and will punish you if you do. You being dressed is making me feel even more naked; time for me to dress up but I will be back in seconds."

She disappeared back into her bedroom but in just two minutes was back again. Still in her leather boots she now had on a tight extremely short black leather skirt, black leather strapless bustier that enhanced rather than hid her breasts; and black leather cuffs and collar, all locked on. Now this is how Doctors should look!

She refilled her glass and come over and gave me a drink out of it, then she took a drink herself and led me out onto the balcony. "We will share this glass as you are a bit tied up" she said as she stood there looking fantastic taking in the view and the fresh air which she still clearly needed the session I had just given her.

I hadn't noticed it before when I was 'nursing' her, but this rubber dress really rides up. I must have been unconsciously pulling it back down before but now I couldn't I was very aware of it. Just walking the few paces out here had pulled it up to my bum.

There were soft comfortable patio seats on the balcony and she had me sit down and relax. But no sooner was I sat she had me stand again. The dress was now up around my hips and exposing me.

"Doc, you only made a big deal about feeling more naked because I had this dress on and went and put those things on because you knew this dress would ride up, didn't you? And that is why you chose this particular restraint isn't it?"

"Yes, and it's working a treat. A little more movement, sit and stand again, it will be up around your waist and I haven't even touched you. Makes you very conscious of it, doesn't it?"

"Oh, and just to forewarn you, I cannot resist spanking naked bums on restrained beautiful young girls like you."

Doc had me walk around the full length of the balcony and sit and stand again until the dress was more like a rubber T-Shirt and then she shared the last of the wine with me and took me back inside.

She sat on the end of a large cushioned leg-rest jutting out from a sofa and ordered me to come to her. She put me over her knees until I was balanced with neither my head or feet touching the ground and played with me. I was loving it.

She then slowly and softly spanked my bare bum; gaining momentum and force but varying the slaps. She kept it going until I was screaming in pleasure and pain and kept it going some more. Breaking for minutes at a time and then resuming. Finally ending with her slowly 'plopping' the balls out of me and then entering me with her fingers. I was coming that hard I was seeing white lights.


10. The Gift of Promise

She manoeuvred me so that I was still on her lap but face up, but spread her legs to give my back some support. Whilst she softly rubbed a hand over my body, exploring, teasing my nipples; she spoke to me.

"Sandy, have you ever heard of the gift of promise?"

"No, that's new on me."

"Well the gift of promise is just that, a gift; and gifts can be broken but never repaired. Let me explain. If a relationship is to work it has to be based on trust and commitment. To really value having something, it must be because there is a risk that it could be lost or else you take it for granted. We have nothing yet between us to value. We could both walk our own ways now and nothing is lost. But I would like something more than that."

"I know you are going away for three months at a time for the foreseeable future and so we will never have a proper relationship; I will certainly be playing with others whilst you are away; and you are far too young to have finished your exploration of your own sex yet; you have many relationships ahead of you. So to make anything work between us we need the gift of promise to help us."

"Say you still had me locked in that chair and were still torturing me with pleasure; and I was begging for release; I could make all sorts of promises, like 'Please release me Sandy and I will promise to be your slave for the next six hours' or something like that. You could just torture me more to get something better, like insisting on twenty four hours; and I may make that promise. If you released me I would know I had to honour that promise or the gift would be broken and with it the relationship and the trust."

"At the outset, like now; we agree that once the gift is broken then we part company and finish any relationship that we have, regardless of feelings.

This stops us entering into promises lightly or making unreasonable demands of each other as we both have something to lose."

"Does this make any sense to you?"

"It does, I think it is a great idea; and makes any games we play that little bit more real; and if we are sharing promises and commitment then I will feel I mean more to you and you will be more to me than just some friend I see for sex, a passing acquaintance."

"Exactly, and we won't take each other's feelings lightly. Sandy, on all that I hold dear to me I vow to honour the gift of promise with you; or I will lose you."

I repeated the vow to her and helpless to stop her but not that I wanted to, she kissed me.

"Okay, to celebrate our weird and wonderful new relationship we are going to do it my way, something I haven't tried before so I don't know how well it work out. First I need to prepare. I need to get you out of that yoke, stripped and your hands cuffed behind you back; do you promise to let me, without a struggle?"

"Yes, as long as before you cuff me we can sit naked and toast our commitment to the gift with a little more wine?"

"Done!"

We sat naked on the balcony and drank our wine and made our toast. We were both high on what we had agreed and giggling and tipsy.

We finished our drinks and Constance brought a pack of small brass padlocks into the lounge and taking one she fastened my cuffs behind my back. My cuffs were black leather the same as hers and I also had a matching collar locked on. She explained all these locks shared the one key.

I watched her take the key over to a wall and she swung a painting off the wall on a hinge revealing a safe. She put the key in the safe and locked it, and then entered a time into the panel "That is the key safe until at least seven am" she said.

She then took a thin silver chain, about four foot in length, and locked it onto my collar, and then the other end onto her own. I definitely wasn't going home now.

She then took me into the bathroom and cleaned my teeth, awkwardly washed my hands and face and with more wet-wipes gave my pussy a clean. She then repeated all this on herself.

Back in the lounge she placed another of the padlocks in my hand and turning her back on me asked me to lock her cuffs.

We were now both restrained the same, and both totally naked.

"Right Sandy, we are now going to bed to play a game and hopefully, maybe, get some sleep."

"Er, Constance, I will need the loo first before I can think about bed."

"Yeah, me too, I knew we would, I just thought it would be more fun like this" she said laughing.

This made me think back to the medical and the manner in which she took my pee sample, watching girls pee must be her thing.

We finished in the bathroom, and I must admit had some fun doing it; wiping and washing each other with our hands behind our backs.

We climbed onto the large bed and Constance had us kneeling facing each other whilst she explained the challenge. We were to wrestle, each 'bout' starting in this kneeling position; to win the bout and score one point you had to get your tongue into your opponents pussy. Touch the floor and you lost one point. First to three wins and the loser has to reward the winner with an orgasm.

It was so difficult, so exhausting. It was too easy just to close your legs and lift your knees up making your pussy inaccessible whilst facing her. I won the first bout by forcing her to the edge of the bed to the point she had to open her legs wide to keep her balance and avoid falling off the bed and my tongue won the point. I thought I had it sussed but Constance then won the next two, one of them by managing to push me off the bed. My ribs were hurting just from the giggling never mind the physical exertion.

The final deciding bout set off very cagy but then exploded into real and frantic effort and I gave it my all but she got her foot wrapped in the chain by my collar and from that point I was doomed, almost resigning to defeat and just opening my legs for her in the end.

She gloated throughout the awarding of the prize until I got her to the point she couldn't speak rationally.

We then lay with each other and tried to relax and get our breaths back and cool down. I was feeling exhausted and sleepy, I asked her "Constance, you set the safe for seven; any particular reason or are you just an early riser or something on your days off?"

"Sorry Sandy, I have work in the morning, another medical and I need to be there for nine. But you can stay here and wait for me if you like; I should be back by lunch time and I would like to see you again tomorrow?"

"Thanks but no, I will get up with you and go back and get changed and stuff; besides, I'm chained to you so I will have to get up with you."

"Okay but feel free to go back to bed once we are unlocked; but don't be surprised if you then awake chained to the bed!"

"I think I would enjoy that."

We drifted off to sleep.

It wasn't the rustle of the chain or the movement in the bed that woke me, it was the face between my legs forcing them apart. I eased onto my back and opened them for her. "Much better without all that wrestling" I greeted her.

"Yeah, but it was fun" she said pausing on my pussy, "I look forward to the next bout."

"Me too, it was a scream" I agreed.

Taking me to orgasm and then crawling up to kiss me, only pausing to nibble my nipples on the way she said "it's quarter past seven, I must get ready, and I need a pee, urgently."

Giggling like a couple of schoolgirls we made our way to the bathroom to relieve ourselves. Hearing her tinkle made me so desperate I had to sit beside her and go in her bidet.

She finished before me and immediately stood and put her foot on the cold bidet tap and opened it fully hitting my pussy with a jet of cold water whilst I was still peeing; this time it was me that said "Bitch" to which she just laughed and left the water running whilst I finished.

I remained seated whilst she wiped me off and then I dabbed her.

She opened the safe and we unlocked each other and Constance took me through to the kitchen and showed me where everything was. I was to make a quick breakfast for us whilst she got herself showered and ready; but to save time I jumped in the shower with her and then made breakfast whilst she got dressed.

I hadn't thought it through and I ended up sitting at the breakfast bar naked whilst she was all dressed up.

I went to get dressed and Constance asked "What about your belt? Do you want a bag for it or do you want to just leave it here for another day?"

"No, I'll wear it, I'm quite used to wearing it around town now."

"Are you getting the tube or just walking?"

"I'll get the tube."

"You lazy thing, you live just up from Old Street, it's only half an hour away on foot."

"I've had my exercise, and enjoyed it."

"Can I put your belt on for you?"

"As long as I get to keep the key, bitch." I replied jokingly.

She come though and I handed her my belt and lock which still had the key in it. She said, "oh just a moment, I want to give you my mobile number in case you decide you would like to see me later or anything" and dashed into her study.

Just seconds later she returned sealing a note in an envelope which she handed to me "I want you to promise me you will not open this envelope until you get home, and before you remove your belt, okay?"

"Okay, I promise, the gift and all that" I joked.

Okay lift your skirt and promise me you will keep your hands on your skirt and the skirt lifted until I get the belt locked."

"But I am taking the key with me?"

The lock was still in her hand from when I had given it to her, and the lock was now open whilst it had been locked when I handed it over so it must work. She pulled the key out and handed it to me "Happy?"

"Okay, I promise."

I held my little dress up higher and she reached behind her and took my Chinese balls out from the back of her belt, "Bitch" I said as she eased them into me and closed and locked the Chastity belt on me.

"It's for calling me that in the bathroom that you now have this pleasure."

"I've got the key, I could just take them back out before I go leave."

"No you can't, you promised to get home and read the note before you removed the belt; breaking the gift already?"

"I wondered what that note stuff was all about, it was just to make me walk home with these in wasn't it? I was wrong, you are a cunning bitch!"

She hugged and kissed me "I really do think we are going to have a great time together; now I really must go.

I smoothed my dress out and said for her to give me two minutes in the bathroom and I would walk out with her.

We got out to the lift and Constance said "You are lucky I am short of time or I would make you go all the way down the stairs and wait for you at the bottom to see what those chinese balls had done to you."

"Oh My God, I cannot even imagine the effect all those steps would have."

"Maybe I will buy some for myself so I can tell you; or we could even race each other."

"I was wrong again, you are an evil, sadistic, cunning bitch!"

"Just wait, you'll see."


11. Negotiated trust

Having parted company at her building entrance I had decided I would walk, albeit slowly. I could have opened her letter at any time but didn't, partially because I know it had just been a ruse to keep these balls fastened in me and was probably just blank paper; and also because whilst she may be one of the bad guys, I had made a vow and a promise and that meant something to me. I would do what I could for as long as I could to retain this 'gift'.

I was home before nine and took my key out to get this belt off but first opened the envelope. The letter wasn't blank, it read:

'Sandy, sorry, but whilst here in the study writing this letter I have swapped your belt key with mine. I would love to see you later and treat you to a bar meal and drinks somewhere on the Thames as it is such a nice day. So please phone me on the number below after 11.30 to confirm arrangements or alternatively be in the Cross Keys pub opposite my apartment for 12 noon and I will meet you there for a quick drink before we walk out.

Should this not be possible, don't worry; we can remove your belt Tuesday morning when you come back to Charleston House for work.

Totally yours,

C

No! That fucking devious bitch! She wouldn't have! I tried the key, she fucking has!

Oh no, I can't keep this belt on and even worse, these balls in until Tuesday, heck!

Hold on a minute, I split my keys, yes! I can let myself out anyway!

Having done a few chores in my apartment and listed a few notes for my soon to be written bondage fantasy I was now sat in the cross keys with half a lager waiting for her. I had sent her a text message just after eleven thirty letting her know I would be here. I could see the funny side of it, but I was far from amused.

She walked in and I saw her walk the wrong way around the central bar looking for me. She finally found me and asked "What's that you are drinking?"

"Stella Artois."

She walked to the bar and returned with two more and placed one by my near empty glass on the low table beside me and took the easy chair across from me.

"Thanks for coming to see me again so soon, I obviously had an effect on you."

"Cut the crap Doc, my key?"

"Oh, not amused then? But I really am pleased you did come back to meet me; or we would both have had a problem."

"What problem could you have possibly had?"

She didn't say anything at first, she just smiled and checking nobody was watching, inched her skirt up until I saw the metal shield between her legs.

"I gave you my key, my only key."

"Oh, I see; by putting me in a predicament you put yourself in one too; well that doesn't feel quite as bad now but it was still a shit trick."

"Yeah but it worked, I have got you back right where we left off."

"How come you only have the one key?"

My previous partner, Candy, still has the other. We were together nearly three years, it was great; I think I still love her, at least a little. She broke the gift and we had to split."

"That's taking this 'gift' thing to extremes isn't it, if you still loved each other?"

"Not really, you see she kept breaking it, not at first but a lot over the final few months and I kept forgiving her. I never broke the gift once and she played on that. She would make me do the most demanding things, and she would do all sorts to me and make me do all sorts to her but it was more and more obvious she wanted to be totally dominant and me totally submissive whilst I prefer sharing the roles."

"In the end I knew she no longer wanted a partner, she wanted a slave."

"I spelled it out to her that this was her one and only final chance to respect the promise of the gift and she broke it immediately keeping me as a slave for three whole days until I managed to escape. I haven't seen her since. She keeps calling and leaving messages apologising for getting out of control but I don't even reply."

"Oh, that's one hell of a story, I may write that up into a story one day for something to do; see what inspiration comes out of it."

"I would rather we wrote our own story Sandy, I prefer a happy ending."

"I'll toast you on that, oh, and you can put your dress down now if you like, but nice stockings."

"Oh!"

Then she asked "but I assume you have a second key, and if so why didn't you just use that one?"

"I do, and I nearly did, but using a second key feels a bit like cheating; a lock and a key and a chastity belt all come together to serve a purpose and using a second key defeats that purpose and cheapens the value of the belt. Plus, last night was fantastic and being made to keep these balls in until you decided otherwise excited me so I decided to play along."

Her face really does light up well when she is happy.

I agreed to her plan, we would pop up to her place, she could get her business clothes off and something more summery on and we could both lose these belts, and my fabulous vibrating balls.

We would then have a walk down to the Tower of London and eat at the Dickens Inn at Kathryn Docks, one of my favourites; and then along the south bank visiting some of the riverside pubs.

From there we would just make things up but I insisted I was getting home by midnight.

"But you owe me a promise for this trick you have used to get me here and I am calling it in now; otherwise we part company at the Dickens."

"Okay, normally promises are taken during some sort of torment, they are more fun that way; but yeah, I figure I owe you this one."

"When I leave you tonight, it will be at your place, and I can leave you in any state I wish with your release being locked in your time safe."

"That sounds wicked! But okay, on condition I can dress us both to go out today; but don't worry, we will be dressed the same with you no more daring than me."

"That sounds like I should be concerned and I don't see why I should as it's you that owes me the gift; but against my better judgement because it sounds like it may be exciting and fun, deal."

Worryingly, she then took me up the street to a shoe shop and bought me white leather stiletto heeled boots.


12. Bondage Walk

We left her apartment feeling much better without the belts fitted. However that was the only plus point; the negative point was that now Constance was wearing the same black leather bustier and miniskirt as she had last night; and I was in an identical white version; both of us fully commando.

I hadn't realised it last night but her leather outfit was very risqué. The skirt was wrap-a-round split to the waist on the left and only fastened with two little press studs and a little Velcro. The bustier was the same, fastening between the breasts with three press studs and Velcro. Anybody could just simply pull our clothes straight off us in a second.

Constance was two inches taller than me at five foot ten, but the extra two inches were all in her legs; otherwise we had matching bodies, even the same bra size.

We certainly grabbed a whole lot of attention. She had the height and the legs, but in these heels I was over five ten and I had the youth.

She even had matching soft leather black and white handbags for us. Just little six inch things with a large flap that folded over and closed with Velcro. The flap had an unusual rigid plastic tube acting like a hinge under the flap running the full width of the bag; I couldn't see the point in this other than to keep the bags shape.

As we walked down Liverpool Street on our way to Kathryn's Dock I felt extremely self-conscious of how I looked; how we looked, like a couple of prostitute's on the game or exotic dancers on the way to work and I couldn't look anybody in the face. Constance noticed and chided me for my lack of confidence and told me to walk with arrogance; it was the only way to carry this look off.

She said we looked hot and knew it, so act it. She was right, and I actually started to enjoy it. If nothing else I finally got to show my belly piercing off somewhere other than the beach.

We made it as far as the 'Liberty Bounds' pub opposite the Tower of London before we stopped for a drink. It was full of tourists but not entirely surprisingly we got the barmen's attention and served straight away.

When we walked on past the tower and under Tower Bridge we were getting more attention from all the tourists than the Tower itself. A group of Japanese tourists even asked us to pose with them for photos!

Finally inside the Dickens Inn Constance grabbed a table whilst I got the drinks and a bar menu and then we sat and considered what we wanted.

Constance got up and went to the bar and ordered our food and a bottle red; we have had a few lagers already today and don't want to be going to the toilet all the time.

Before she got up I had put my little white bag on the table and asked her about the plastic tube; what it was for?

She explained "Oh, I bought these bags special; I have more in other colours. The tube is just a plaything, there's something inside and you can just feel it and play with it if you push your thumbs right in. Well I can but maybe my thumbs are longer than yours."

She returned from the bar with a bottle and two glasses but didn't open it yet as we still had most of our lager left.

"Okay Doc, very funny, how do I get my thumbs out?" I had my hands on my lap under the table with my thumbs stupidly stuck in her little toy trap.

She had already been smiling, no doubt knowing I would fall for it and she simply put her hand across the table and beckoned with her fingers for me to give her my hands.

I presented my hands and the bag to her and she easily squeezed something on the tube in the centre through the leather of the bag and I slid my thumbs out.

"Have a good look at it; you need to see how it releases so you can release me later."

I opened the bag and saw that the tube was slid into a fold in the bags lining and it easily slid out. There were buttons on either side of the tube and when they were pressed in towards each other plastic collars on the inside were forced open.

Simple but ingenious.

"But you said there was something inside I could just feel if I slid my thumbs in?"

"Yes, there is bondage inside, and you felt it, stupid!"

I had to laugh at my own stupidity.

"But you say I need to know so I can release you?"

"Yes; I have missed playing in public with this little toy. Walking around London with my hands restrained behind me gives me a real buzz; especially dressed like this where I could be stripped in a second; even by accident if jostled in a crowd. You see I cannot use these on my own and since I split with Candy I have really missed it."

"One of the concierges at my apartment, Danny, knows my little kinks; he even acts as my safety on occasion, when I know he is on a late shift or nights; sometimes I will slip my thumbs in on the way home trusting that he will be there to release me and wondering what he may do to me first. But to be restrained like this actually out on the town; it is a real thrill."

"Have you ever had to really use him as your safety?"

"Yes, but only on purpose. A couple of times he has been up to my apartment to release me from various restraints. He used to be real fun but since he got married he still talks the talk but doesn't walk the walk if you know what I mean; but he still likes to look."

We carried on chatting, some of the stuff she had done, the risks she had taken were outrageous and got me hot just thinking about it; and imagining myself in the same positions would fuel my fantasies no end.

Leaving the Dickens we walked around by the Thames past the Thistle hotel and whilst we walked she put her hands behind her back and slipped her thumbs into her bag-tube. To the casual observer she was just walking with her hands behind holding her bag but she shivered in delight knowing she was restrained. "For God's sake Sandy, don't you do the same or we will both be fucked; without thumbs these catches are undoable."

We walked up onto Tower bridge and across it to the south embankment; still getting loads of attention. A car nearly crashed because of the driver staring at us and a young lad even walked into a traffic post!

"You know Constance, if I wanted I could have you naked in a second, hang your bag strap on something and just walk off and leave you."

She laughed "Yes, that is what makes it so much fun! I definitely won't be saying anything to upset you just in case! Don't release me until we are in the next pub and you have the drinks in."

I didn't realise it at this stage, but she was setting me up again.

We enjoyed our little walk, very much actually, dressed like this, and commando, and with Constance restrained and at my mercy; it was all very surreal.

By the time I got the drinks and got her and the drinks to an outside table she was on a real high and appeared saddened when I released her.

We talked about it and nothing else through the whole of our drinks.

Leaving that pub and carrying on along the south embankment towards Waterloo she had slipped her thumbs in again and warned me not to. I thought I had the self-bondage bug bad but I was a novice compared to her.

At Southwark Bridge we had to leave the embankment to walk up onto the bridge and cross it before taking the steps back down to the embankment. Walking down those steep steps I could see the guys walking up staring up Doc's skirt and there was no doubt she was on display and with her thumbs stuck behind there was nothing she could do. I had my bag held in front of me preserving a little modesty; but Constance kept her head held high and a huge grin on her face; she loved it.

We crossed the Thames again at Blackfriars and stopped for another drink; and agreed this would be our last. It was six pm and we had already today had a bottle of wine and around five or six lagers; and this was Sunday, normally my sober recovery day!

I was on a high just being dressed as sluttish and sexy as I was; sexiest I had ever been dressed and my first time in leather; and commando with it. But I could see Constance was having such a great time walking in public in restraint that I asked "Our last journey; back to your place, can I have a go with my bag; I want to feel the same high that you are having?"

"But Sandy, this is my fun; and I have missed it for so long."

"Please Constance? Just until we get back then I will be going home?"

"Oh, okay, but you will owe me."

We left the pub and I slipped my thumbs into the tube and immediately felt that shiver of excitement knowing I was now helpless, suddenly this outfit felt ten times as revealing; and the press-stud fastenings felt far less secure.

I wanted to get a taxi because my feet were starting to feel the effect of the new boots but Constance said the walk was far more exciting in my predicament; and she was right but we took it a bit more slowly. I must have blushed for at least twenty minutes at all the head turning and attention I was causing and Constance took us along the busiest routes.

We finally made it back into her lobby and it turns out the concierge behind the reception counter was Danny and with my hands still restrained Constance took me over and introduced me.

"Danny, this is my new best friend Sandy; please let her up to the Penthouse floor whenever she visits; Sandy, this is Danny; the best concierge in the world and a man that can be given your complete trust."

"Very good Ma'am, I will make a note for the other concierges that Sandy is an authorised visitor. Nice to make your acquaintance Sandy" he said holding out his hand; "May I enquire as to your surname just for the list of visitors?" Fortunately Constance was alive to this and was already pressing the thumb catch release and I was taking my right thumb out as we spoke.

I gave him my hand, which he eloquently kissed, I replied "Dearing, Sandy Dearing," not quite a James Bond moment but I giggled to myself at the thought.

"Nice to meet you Sandy" as he released my hand, "I hope to see a lot more of you." In this outfit, there wasn't too much more to see. I slid my right thumb back into the tube; I could have instead used my right hand to release my left thumb but I was getting a kick out of my position and the situation.

As we walked away from him across to the elevators Danny added "I must say you two young ladies look absolutely stunning this evening; and Sandy, I do like your bag."

Of course! Stupid me, he has released Constance from this same bag many times and knows full well my little game! Doh!

I turn and blushing say "Thank you Danny; nice to meet you;" and Constance, smiling and also turning added "Danny, did they ever get the cameras fixed in the lifts?"

"Yes Ma'am, weeks ago; they were only out for the one day."

"Splendid, and well worth watching I would imagine."

What the hell she was going on about I do not know.

No sooner had the doors closed and the lift started to ascend than Constance simultaneously grabbed my skirt and bustier and pulled them both off; it was frightening just how easily they had undone.

"Constance!"

"I know dear, you are all naked and helpless again; you just cannot help yourself can you? I do hope we make it all the way up without stopping for other residents; and our floor is quiet or it could be rather embarrassing for me being found like this with you."

I was about to give her grief about it possibly being just a little embarrassing for me too, being naked and restrained and all when I was stopped by the lift halting.

A speaker activated in the lift and we heard Danny's voice "No need to be alarmed ladies; I forgot we have a delivery for you Constance here in reception if you would like to collect it; or do you wish to leave it here for a later collection at your convenience?"

Constance replied "Thanks Danny, I will come back down now" and she pressed the 'G' button sending us back down.

"Constance, no! Put my clothes back on, quick!"

"Don't worry Sandy, Danny has seen it all before; and he did say he wanted to see more of you. You can stay here in the lift if you like, but I cannot guarantee it that you won't be called to another floor."

Before I had any time to think or say anything the doors were opening and Constance was stepping out. The doors started to close and I panicked and jumped out; fortunately the lobby was empty but for Danny who was carrying a small box over to us.

He handed Constance the box and had her sign a receipt and looking me up and down he said "Yes, it can get warm in those lifts at this time of year" as I squirmed and blushed. "It makes a change for it not be you making the trip up naked Ma'am."

"Is that a dare Danny?" She asked stepping back into the lift with me; and as the doors were closing she reached for her bustier and skirt and pulled them both off giving him a brief glimpse of us both stood there naked.

We both looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles, both of us well tipsy at this stage. Before Constance could press the 'P' button the doors opened again and Danny was stood there "Not a dare Ma'am, but always appreciated" as he took us both in.

The doors closed again to more giggling and we rode up to the Penthouse.

"I cannot believe you just done that to me, I mean, stripped naked in front of a complete stranger, in a lobby of all places."

"Yeah, but that was Danny, he's like part of the family now; and besides, I can tell you enjoyed it."

"Weirdly, and embarrassingly, I am enjoying all of this; you are some woman Constance; outrageous, unbelievable; but I have never had as much fun or taken such risks in my life as these past two days and I am loving it. I just never know what to expect with you."

She put her arms around me and held me in a kiss until the doors opened onto the Penthouse floor. "Danny should have enjoyed that little show on his monitor; no doubt he will be watching these cameras up here now whilst we walk to my apartment; so give him a smile."

Once in her apartment she hung our outfits up and offered a last glass of red for the road. I accepted but explained I really would be going home after that.

"Okay Sandy, but I must then do one last thing before our farewell for now drink as it will be three months before I have the pleasure of you again."

We were both still naked but for our boots, and I still had my thumbs stuck in my bag.

Constance took me into the bathroom I think just to satisfy her little kink again; she had me pee first and dabbed me and then went herself before leading me into her study as she went off into her bedroom.

When she joined me in the study she had a really long length of cord in her hand.

"Constance, a glass of red remember, and 'goodbye', remember?"

"This one last thing, remember?" She replied with a very mischievous look on her face.

"What now Constance? What evil thing are you planning?"

"Remember when I met you in the Cross Keys at lunch time I said promises taken under torment were the best? Well a couple of times now you have made me beg; when you had my vibrator control in the restaurant; and again when I was locked in my chair? I have not yet made you beg but that is about to change."

"Good look Doc, I am not really one for begging."

She bent me over an examination table and with the cord tied my wrists together, alongside each other. First wrapping the cord many times tightly around my right wrist and then loosely a few times around my left. She pressed the catch and released my left thumb whilst quickly drawing the cord tight capturing my wrists together. She had obviously done this before and gave me no chance of escape. She took the bag off me completely and finished tying my wrists.

She led the cord up my arm and then repeated the same process above and below my elbows drawing my arms together; then wrapping the cord between my arms around the cross-wraps of cord; then around the lower elbow rope and finally down between my wrists. There was still an awful lot of cord left.

She stood on a stool and threaded the end of the cord through an eyebolt in the ceiling and taking it across tied it to a hook on the wall.

I was now stood under the eyebolt.

"Constance, I am not getting a very good feeling about this." My arms were so rigidly tied together it was as though they had been fused together, and this was pulling my shoulders back and forcing my chest out.

"Don't worry Sandy, you just relax and enjoy it, I will do all the work again."

She went off and returned with a spreader bar and locked these over my boots onto my ankles, they must have been three foot apart and I was getting just a little excited.

She then went and started pulling the cord forcing my arms up behind me; then making me bend over until it was quite uncomfortable, and then strained.

She tied the cord off keeping me in this position.

Once more she disappeared and during this time my neck was hurting trying to look around and see what she was up to. I had to give in and just let my head hang, I was basically looking at my own pussy and between my legs.

She returned and put something on the examination table and then started rubbing my but with both her hands. She put some sort of cream on me and massaged it into my bum, her hands straying and also massaging and entering my pussy. This had to be the most vulnerable I had ever been, ever.


13. Flogged

The massaging stopped and I heard and felt her kiss my bum; then 'Thwack' and something whipped my butt! I saw its tails fall between my legs; Oh My God it is a leather flogger! A red, big, flogger; and she is flogging me!

It doesn't really hurt; it was the shock that made me cry out as though in pain because I expected it to hurt.

She flogs me, over and over, across my bum, between my legs, really fast and repeatedly and the odd strand really catches me where it shouldn't making me cry out. This just inspires her and she ups her game and then there is a pause and "Ouch!" she had stepped back and really hit me, and again and again and again.

Oh my god this is hurting now but she slows again, hits me softer and builds it back up again so it is fast, all over and between, no mercy and I am crying out and groaning and whimpering and then it stops and she is stood beside me and her hand is rubbing my pussy and her thumb enters my butt.

"I didn't hear you begging Sandy; you must be enjoying yourself too much; obviously I am going to have to be a bit more dominant with you."

"I told you I am not one for begging Doc, you will wear down before I do."

"Oh, I do like your spirit; what a shame it will have to break. Just be careful Sandy, don't be too obstinate, please don't make me hurt you; I don't really get off on the pain thing; that was Candy's problem, never mine."

"What, Candy would really hurt you, why?"

"She really got off on it, and it was my fault. She didn't start out that way but I inadvertently made her. You see Candy is not her real name, she is called Mavis and she hates it. She got 'Candy' because everybody said she tasted so sweet; and she did; pleasuring her was lovely. Sometimes just to rile her and make her torture me more I would call her Mavis. You see I really am much more submissive than dominant, like you; and I could not help myself. She lost it one time when I kept on calling her Mavis and she really taught me a lesson. In the process, she found she really enjoyed it."

"She had me do it to her also and she loved it, couldn't get enough of it but I didn't enjoy it. That was the start of the end for us."

"But anyway, you were just about to beg for me."

"No, I don't think.............Ouch!"

She has just caned me! Fucking caned me, and that does hurt!

"Ouch!" again, and again!

"Constance, no, not the cane that really Ouch!"

Walking around me, from side to side, feathering me softly with the cane and then "Ouch" another proper strike would land.

Then she stood to one side and gave me some across both buttocks quite quick and quite hard.

"Stop! Constance, please stop!" I was so totally helpless; I thought I had been helpless when she was flogging me; but now I knew I was helpless and felt it, totally. My bum up in the air, exposed, vulnerable to her every strike; exquisite pain dancing across my bum and the odd flick across my pussy and still it continued.

"Please, I beg you, please stop."

She stopped, and started caressing my bum softly with her hand. "Sandy, I do believe you are begging, how nice. What are you begging for, and do you have anything to offer that I cannot just take here and now anyway?"

"Please Constance, release me and I will pleasure you, with my tongue."

"Oh, you will do that for me anyway."

"Ouch!" She resumed my caning.

"Please stop, please; I will be your slave until I go home, but I must be home tonight."

"Ouch!" Again it continued.

"Please Constance, I beg you, release me and I promise to be your slave for a whole weekend, any weekend."

"That is a bit more like it Sandy, but not quite what I am looking for."

She draws her hand back to cane me again and I shout out "Anything! Please oh please Constance, no more caning; I will promise you anything, what do you want."

She puts the cane down "Ah now that is proper begging, I think you have got the hang of it now. I want a promise from you, your gift. You still have your belt here with one of your keys; and you will be returning home tonight with your belt fitted and your Chinese balls locked in, but I will be keeping the key. When you get home you will remove your belt with your spare key. On Tuesday when you report to Charleston house for your new work you will leave your spare key for me in an envelope at reception. When you return from the facility in three months' time the first thing you will do on entering your apartment is lock your belt on. That is all, that is the promise I want you to make me."

"But why? Why do you want this promise?"

"Make the promise and I will release you and we can have our wine; I will then answer your question."

I paused, trying to think it through; to work out what this was all about. I must have taken too long because "Ouch!" "Okay, okay, I promise, I will do everything you said."

There was no more caning and taking some cream she again massaged my sore bottom; and slipping a steel dildo into me she used one hand to massage my bum whilst the other massaged an orgasm out of me. My God it was good!

Finally released from the eyebolt and the leg-spreader she relaxed in her gynaecologists examination chair with her legs stretched apart making me pleasure her with my tongue before she would untie my arms and wrists.

We sat out on the balcony, both still totally naked, and drank our wine; another whole bottle we were so full of conversation.

"What was Candy like then, I mean do I look like her? Am I just a suitable replacement to take her place in your mind?"

"Heaven's no, you are nothing like her. She was extremely tall, like six foot, and extremely thin; small breasts and a scrawny bum; and she's in her mid-thirties. She radiated confidence, always smiling and what a beautiful smile; she knows and uses it to control people, even practicing expressions in a mirror; I would laugh when I caught her and take a whipping for it. She always reminded me of Uma Thurman, you know, her from Pulp Fiction; she even had her hair the same."

In regards to 'the gift' promise I had made, Constance explained that even though she had only just really met me, she was so going to miss me; and that from tonight she would not see me again for a full three months. That I was unlikely to get any personal sexual attention other than by myself whilst I was locked in the facility; and that having had all this immediately prior to going in there; I was going to be desperate and rampant for sex coming out.

By locking myself in the chastity belt on entering my apartment I wouldn't even have the use of my toys. Constance would get to me first before anybody else had the pleasure of satisfying my three months of chastity; and she wouldn't even have to try, I would be desperately seeking her out and willing to do anything for release.

I think she may well be right!

Just talking about it had gotten us both hot again and I took her to her bed.

I left her naked but for her belt, and with her vibrating bullet locked in. The keys to her belt and the remote for her intruder locked in the timer safe until morning. The vibrator set on random. No way would the fresh batteries last all night, but they would certainly make her think of me for a while longer.

Finally just after eleven pm I said goodbye to Danny on my way out; once again in belt with balls but back in my own shoes and dress. This has been some weekend!


14. The Journey

I spent the Monday looking after all my last minute preparations and really just pampering myself.

Then on Tuesday I was at Charleston house just before nine and handed an envelope to the receptionist with Doc's details on the front and she said she would take it straight up to her.

The envelope also contained a letter; I had thought yesterday about my return in three months and realised I was going to be like a fish in a bowl with everybody watching me; but I will need to be able to relax after three months of solid concentration.

I have therefore asked Constance to book me a holiday for my middle two weeks; anywhere with a pool and a beach as long as the sun is guaranteed.

If she has the leave and would like to help rub the sun cream on my back then I would love for her to join me; I will repay her on my return and cost is not an issue.

I waited in reception until a young lady came to collect me and took me through and along a couple of corridors until we arrived at a wall of black glass with a black glass door in the centre. She held the door open for me and told me "I know this is your first time here Miss, you see small lockers down both walls? You are number 232, please remove all of your clothes, including your shoes and underwear, and place them in the locker along with your handbag; everything you have on you including any jewellery."

"When you close the locker you can enter your own code into the digital lock and press star. The same code followed by hash opens the locker on your return. Then exit through the glass door at the other end of the room, okay?"

It sounded simple enough and as I stepped in the door closed behind me. There was no handle or lock or button or anything to open the door from this side.

It was a very long room with perhaps six hundred lockers in four rows lining both walls. I found 232 and stripped off and removing my rings and belly button crystal and locking bar I put all that I had into the locker and locked it closed.

This was it then, naked and lost to a system that would hopefully return me in three months.

I approached the door but again there was no handle. It must have been either remote controlled and I was being watched or there was some sort of pressure pad I had stood on because as I got up to it the door slid open.

I stepped forward into a clinical, white room and the door slid closed behind me. Again no handle or any means to go back through the door.

There was a sign on the wall to my left which said to proceed to the centre of the room and enter my wrists and ankles into the cuff positions.

I walked over and on the floor there were two sets of steel cuffs in the hinged open position about two feet apart mounted on steel brackets a few inches off the floor. I pushed my ankles up against them.

Above me was a similar set-up for my wrists and again I entered my wrists up into them. There was a 'click' and all four steel cuffs snapped shut and following this my right ankle bracket was drawn another foot out and then my wrists raised until I was stretched and then they stopped, and lowered back down an inch.

Then two guys come in and searched me!

They used detectors wiping my body with them. Searched inside my mouth and nose with torches and probe detectors. Checked between my fingers and toes and even the soles of my feet; and then one of them took out a thing that looked like the top eight inches of a slim candle connected by a wire to what looked like an ipad. He hit a button on the pad and the top inch of the probe lit up like a torch emitting light all around it. I immediately knew where this was going!

He played the probe into my pussy whilst looking at the ipad. I managed to glance the screen and got a look at the inside of my own pussy! He took his time with this and was extremely thorough with me; constantly drawing it in and out to be sure he had missed nothing. Well I assume that is why he was doing it but it was starting to have a different effect on me!

Whilst he had been doing this the other guy was combing my hair out and checking in and behind my ears and the back of my neck.

Satisfied he stepped back and cleaned the probe with some chemical paper towel and pressed a button on a remote control and the bar holding my wrist restraints started to descend. Fortunately it was angled to come down in front of me and the wrist cuffs were hinged on a pivot so as it passed down and away from me I was drawn over into a bent-over position with my hands almost on the floor.

He then gave my butt similar scrutiny.

Finished with my search the button was pressed again and I was drawn back up into my starting position.

As this happened the two guys wandered back off and out. Neither they nor I had said a single word throughout this bizarre event, weird!

The wrist bar lowered a few inches, stopped and my wrist and ankle cuffs popped open. I didn't really know what to do but a green arrow lit up on the floor pointing ahead and I followed it. At the end of the room and just around a corner I found what looked like a mobility scooter sat on rails facing another black glass door. On the wall beside it was another sign instructing me to sit in the scooter, position my ankles in the cuffs; place the cloth hood over my head and sit back with my wrists in the cuffs.

I did this; the hood was more like a black, lined cotton bag and was quite easy to put on over my head and quite loose. I then put my wrists into the cuffs and all four cuffs snapped shut.

I heard what I assumed to be the door sliding open and then felt myself moving down the track.

I could feel and sense myself lowering and turning and raising and possibly five minutes later come to a halt.

My cuffs popped open and from a speaker above me I heard "Please remove and leave behind your hood, and enter the vehicle before you."

I removed the hood and standing dropped it back onto the seat of the scooter. In front of me was a blue unmarked transit van with both rear doors open. Inside was a steel cage with a padded leather seat inside facing forwards.

I had to climb into the cage on my knees to get through the cage opening but then could stand to walk around and take the seat. There were more cuffs fitted to this too but these were padded on the inside.

I took the seat and again the cuffs automatically locked around my ankles and wrists. I heard the cage door drop and lock behind me and then the van doors close.

The van was lit inside and I was staring at a camera; probably so that the driver could keep an eye on me.

I felt the van rock as the driver took his seat and then the engine fire up and movement. I was on my way. My mission starts today in earnest.

What a weird predicament to put myself in. Cuffed naked to a chair in a steel bar cage in a locked van with no windows. Unable to close my legs, my tits bouncing over every bump but unable to cover myself; with a camera filming me all the way.

I must admit, if only to myself; that body search experience followed by this, I'm feeling quite aroused.

That feeling of arousal couldn't have lasted very long though because when the van finally stopped and started reversing and I could hear a steel door rolling up I was just waking back up. Stupid, how can I tell Dax or the Commander how far away the facility is when I have slept part the way?

The van stopped and I felt it rock again as the driver got out and then I heard and felt the rear van doors opening and the driver walking away.

My cuffs unlocked and I could open them and release myself. The gate to the cage too had unlocked and I found I could slide it up where it locked open probably awaiting somebody making the return journey.

I had to climb back out on my hands and knees.


15. Arrival

I was in a white square garage, empty but for me, the van and in front of me set into a wall a glass or clear plastic tube going from floor to ceiling. There was a notice beside this so I walked over to read it.

It said to enter the tube, turn and face the door. Above are two tubes with steel handles above. Place your hands through the tubes and gripping the handles push up until you are on tip-toes; stop and pull the handles back down.

I did this and on pulling the handles back down the tubes clamped onto my wrists and the handles locked keeping me on my toes.

The glass tube closed around me and I started to go down; it was a lift only just broader than me.

I went down through three floors, each one an office with people working away just glancing at me as I passed through until I finally settled on the fourth floor down. The glass door swivelled open but the clamps didn't release me.

I was facing a desk with a young lady sat across the other side working on a computer.

She looked up and smiled at me and then stood and walked around the desk to greet me. She was in a bronze coloured top, well I say top but that is all she was wearing; little more than a nighty that barely covered her. It hung just above her breasts and down around her just above her bum leaving her backless. Basically it was a very revealing, scanty mini dress. It was only held up by the finest of straps of the same silky material around the back of her neck and seemed to be fitted to a steel collar around her throat. Apart from this she only had on strappy stilettos with high steel heels and steel cuffs around her ankles.

"Hi, you must be Sandy?" She asked.

"Er yes, Sandy Dearing, pleased to meet you."

"Oh, we don't do surnames here, don't give it out again unless it is specifically asked of you. We do numbers and colours so if there were another Sandy, which at the moment there isn't, and she was a yellow top then we would call her yellow Sandy and you White Sandy, as you are to be a white top to start. If there were two yellow Sandy's then it would be one and two etc, get me?"

"Yes Miss, er Ma'am?"

"Please, just Debbie, or Bronze, I am the only Bronze so easy to remember. Now let's get you booked in;" and she returned to her desk leaving me stood here naked.

Sat back at her desk she said to me "First let's get you out of that tube, most embarrassing having to talk to naked girls locked in a tube." I knew exactly what she meant.

She pressed something on her computer and my handles raised half and inch and the tubes expanded releasing me.

Rubbing my wrists a little I stepped out of the lift.

"Okay Sandy, if you come over here beside me you will find some more cuffs to step into, same procedure as at Charleston house on your way here.

I walked around and true enough, just the same as when I was being searched there were cuffs for my ankles and above me on a bar for my wrists. I wasn't particularly happy about this but I stepped into them and they locked on me and again stretched me and spread my ankles apart.

"There, that's a lot better" she said sitting back and looking at me.

Really? Like for who?

She then went through a sort of a welcome speech.

She explained that there was a structure in place throughout the facility based on colours. Most of the staff were shades of yellow, I was bottom at white, then light yellow, dark yellow, orange, red then pink; red being the start of the supervisory grades; then blue, purple, and green; blue being the first of the officer grades. Then Bronze, Silver and Gold which were classed as podium class and there was only one of each.

As Bronze she was head of staff, silver was head of science; and Gold was head of facility. Then there were the 'suits' all of which were director level or above; but not to worry too much about all this yet as there was a computer in my room with all this loaded on as well as pictures and staff names so I could familiarise myself with all this at my leisure.

There were also other colours like shades of brown for utility workers like cleaners and leisure staff, and black for security staff; and checked for maintenance workers.

The colour signified a combination of security classification and ability. The security always come first regardless of ability because until you could be trusted you basically could not demonstrate your ability at that level.

I would be white for a minimum of one week whilst I learned the ropes.

She explained basically what I would be doing, that I would be restricted to level one once my initial processing was complete; and that I would be accommodated in A1-72; that is Accommodation level one, room seventy two. I needed no keys, there were no keys in the facility; everything was automated and I would be getting a collar that contained the data within it that would open the doors I needed access to.

At the moment that would just be rest rooms, leisure rooms, my own accommodation and Lab L1-09. My collar wouldn't operate the lifts and if I needed or was called to another level I would need to operate it like the last one by locking my wrists above me.

All the time she was talking other people, mainly woman but also a guy in black lycra shirt and shorts and a guy in a suit had been walking in to query things with her or hand her things; each of them stopping to have a good look at me; especially some of the woman.

All the woman had the same tops on as Debbie in a variety of colours but all from the officer class colours she had described.

She explained that my collar would be credited so that I could make purchases from the bar but that all meals were free. I only had to pay for alcohol and bar snacks. The quantity of alcohol in any one night was limited to four drinks maximum unless there was a special event or I was with an officer.

There is a jeweller with a large selection of items and I can sign any out against my collar; but any item not returned or damaged would be charged for.

She also explained that there were both random and routine searches and explained various bleeps and tones my collar would emit. She pointed out that on the floor which was some sort of laminate there were like silver discs set in the floor, always in pairs two foot apart. They were about the size of a small coin.

As she explained this a green walked in to see her and she said "Amy, search procedure please" and the girl immediately stepped to the front of her desk and set her steel stiletto heels onto two of these disks. There was a 'click' and her heels sank half an inch and a bar like the one I was cuffed onto come down from the ceiling. She placed her wrists in place and it raised up again until she was stretched and I imagine the weight was off the floor discs and then it settled back down an inch.

There was a pause and her clothing straps seemed to just fall out of her collar and her top fell to the floor leaving her totally naked.

She was beautiful, and with a clean shaven pussy she really was naked!

Debbie said "Thank you Amy" and pressed something on her computer and the girl was released and could lift her heels back out.

She simply lifted her top back up and refastened it to her collar and walked on as though nothing had happened.

"So when you hear an announcement over the speakers ' all staff search level one', or your collar pings; or a black directs you or a supervisor directs you as I just did with Amy then you must find a free pair of discs and enter your heels onto them. They only operate if two heels together are entered onto them; and they then read the data in your shoes so they know who they have got."

"What happens if forever reason I do not put my heels on the discs?" I asked.

"You have twenty seconds and then your collar starts to shock you; stronger shock every ten seconds until you comply."

"Once your heels are in place then if you do not enter your wrists into the cuffs then you get shocked through your heels; that is not pleasant I can tell you from experience."

She went on "Your free time is your own, but to encourage you to be back in your room by eleven each night anybody out in the facility after eleven has to be naked. So if you are late leaving a bar then you have to leave your top hanging on any of the wall hooks. Anybody walking the facility between midnight and six am has to be naked and restrained in a yoke; another encouragement to put the facility to sleep at night. Each accommodation though does have the facility for you to lock yourself in a yoke should you wish to walk out but security has to release you on your return to your room and may wish to body search you. The whole facility is CCTV covered and your heels and your collar transmit your location at all times as well as your heartbeat to show you are still in them. You see security is paramount."

"Yes, that really is secure."

"That is the basics to get you started but the main thing for you to remember is obedience; always obey absolutely everything any more senior person tells you and you won't go wrong; okay?"

"Yes, I think the sooner I make silver the better!"

She just laughed at this and said "Okay, let's get you fully processed and dressed shall we?"


16.Processed

"I was starting to wonder if I would ever feel clothing again, it's been a heck of a strange experience getting here and now being cuffed up like this; it's not how I imagined my first job would be. Are these restraints really that necessary with me?"

"Yes, I know what you mean; but at least you do have the body and looks to carry that naked restrained look off; and don't forget, everybody in this facility, well everybody bar the 'suits' have been through and are still subject to the exact same processes including me."

She continued "The restraints are only necessary at the moment because you don't have the shoes or the collar fitted which track you in here; once we have those on you the restraints will disappear, most of the time."

She pressed a button on her computer and said "Security to Bronze, one for process."

She carried on chatting with me about basic procedures and all the time was studying my body; at one point even walking around and having a look at my bum; she even commented that "I could have a lot of fun with that bum if we ever need to instil some corrective therapy on you; it looks gorgeous."

Rather than offending me being cuffed here like this whilst she spoke about my bum in those terms, it actually excited me; I'm turning into a right bondage queen!

I had already seen a guy in black lycra shirt and shorts walk through the office and Debbie had explained black signified security and so I was assuming all security were male but it was a female in a black top carrying a steel yoke that come for me. She didn't have shorts like the guy had, just the same basic top as the rest but in black.

Debbie could obviously follow my thought process and explained "Hiding a male erection in one of these tops is a bit awkward so the men in here are allowed the shorts; but they have to submit to a far more rigid security search routine because of that; and the shorts are still devilishly revealing" she added with a lovely thoughtful smile on her face.

The security girl said "Hi Sandy, I'm Jane and I will be taking you on from here; just need to transfer your restraint before we set off."

"Hi Jane, no problem, steel is my preferred dress at the moment" I joked.

"Yeah, you suit it; I will just clip this onto your neck first and then transfer your wrists across one at a time and then we will release your legs and that's us good to go."

She done this and then fixed a lead onto the yoke collar and led me away. "See you around Sandy and good luck" said Debbie as we walked away, "Just looking at your CV and the interview notes and references you may well make silver one day."

"Thanks, bye" I shouted back as we left her office.

Jane led me through the centre of a huge office space, my hands held in the yoke just wide of my shoulders; everybody stopping to look, probably to rate me or something as I walked through. She took me into a lift and down one more level and then through another office and along a corridor into what looked like a medical lab. Walking strange well lit corridors naked like this and being led on a lead by another girl was really turning me on; I was blushing like anything and probably dripping when she presented me like this to the medical staff.

There was a guy in blue shirt and shorts and two girls, one in a pink top the other in dark yellow. All three had a small white square with a green cross on their chests and the guys shorts also.

Jane transferred me from the yoke onto a padded examination table and left me saying goodbye and she hopes I enjoy it here and not to worry about these routine procedures.

The guy introduced himself and the two girls with him; as a blue I recognised him as an officer, the pink a supervisor and the yellow probably the one that done all the work.

He said he could see they had some work to do but it was all painless and wouldn't take long.

First they fitted a device around my jaw and cheeks and x-rayed my teeth; and then they slid the examination table over to what looked like an MRI scanning tube and slid me off the bed into the tube. Once fully inside and locked the pink pressed a button and my restraints extended until I really was stretched out. The guy explained that this device would look through my entire body and spot anything in me that shouldn't be; I didn't have to close my eyes, worry about my breathing or movement or anything.

Nothing was noted and I was slid back out onto the examination table; but still extremely stretched.

The guy said to the yellow "Alice, please look after the pubic shaving whilst I load her personal data onto her collar; Marie (pink) if you could get her shoes sorted please."

Pubic shaving? What fucking pubic shaving?!!

She saw the look on my face and said "I'm sorry Sandy, you do look lovely with your little Brazilian but no pubic hair allowed in the facility, male or female; it's another potential hiding spot and security risk that is unnecessary and so we remove it. We do it for you here on entry to make sure it is done and then it is your responsibility to maintain it; okay?"

"Er yes, I understand, but I'm not happy about it, nobody told me about this and I do like it kinda how it is; but yeah if it is a rule then it's shit but yeah, okay." I was gutted, I loved my Brazilian .

"Sorry Sandy, I fully agree, I loved mine too but it had to go" and she quickly lifted her top to reveal her shaved pussy. Well so far I have seen Doc's which is beautiful, Amy and now Alice and they all look fantastic so maybe I could get to like it; I don't have an awful lot of choice in it anyway.

And she did, as sensitively as she could she shaved and waxed me and then rubbed a cream into me. She has lovely touch.

Garry, the 'blue' returned and raising my neck and letting my hair fall away he placed a silver steel collar around my throat and whilst I didn't see any obvious locking mechanism I definitely heard and felt it click locked. It was quite a snug fit.

Whilst this was happening I felt my ankles being released and Marie fitting my shoes. Once the ankle cuffs were snapped shut Alice released my wrists and helped me sit up and get down off the table.

I was asked to walk around to check the shoes were okay. Doc had measured me for shoes and collar during my medical and they both fit perfectly.

The shoes were a little high, more like what I would wear on a night out than to work; but I walked over to a full length mirror and Oh My God is that really me? I look sexy as anything! This collar really suits me (oh shit, like really?) and it even has my name engraved in it, and scientist as well! And these shoes, they look magnificent; and my shaved pussy, wow!

I turned back to Garry and caught him checking my butt out, these heels must help it!

"Yeah, all good, thank you."

"Okay Alice, if you could take Sandy across to clothing for her white?"

Alice said for me to follow her and she led me back out into the corridor where I walked beside her. Not having my wrists held in restraints made me even more self-conscious of my nudity but I just put on a brave face and got on with it.

"Sandy, you look awesome walking like that; you are one of the girls that it is a shame to put clothing on; I could look at you all day."

"Oh, thank you Alice" I replied feeling very awkward, "I think you look lovely too."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that" she said laughing and blushing immediately; "I was just paying you a compliment to try to put you at ease; but thank you."

I just laughed, I mean, what do you say in a situation like this?

She took me through what must have been the full length of the facility getting plenty of appreciative glances along the way until we finally arrived at clothing. Here Jimmy, in a dark brown top and shorts lifted out a white top in a plastic bag which already had 'Sandy - A1-72' written on it. Jimmy, whilst I imagine almost coming in his pants the way he was looking at me, explained that this was one of two which would be rotated and laundered daily, I was to hang it outside my room by eleven pm daily or on any communal wall or corridor hook if not back by eleven. They all stored data giving the wearers details. Once onto a 'proper colour' as he called it I would have three assigned to me for rotation.

I asked if it was okay for me to put it on and gaining a rueful nod from Jimmy I slipped it on over me and Alice showed how the strap is actually in two strands, each with a little steel nib that plug into the rear of the collar. That they are held in magnetically but can easily be pulled out or released by remote message.

It was good to be dressed, even if commando in a dress that could fall off at any time.

Alice explained that neither she nor Jimmy, being just yellow and brown, could take me back to Bronze as they couldn't operate between levels and so Jane was returning to take me up; I had to wait here. She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and said "good luck Sandy, nice to have met you; maybe see you for a drink one night" and headed back to her medical lab.

Jane walked around the corner and was smiling as she approached "Okay then Sandy, let's see it" she said.

"See what" I asked confused.

"Your pussy of course, I do like the before and after effect; don't make me have to initiate a search on you."

Oh, she could do that, of course, couldn't she? "Jane, if I don't want to, you know, finally having just put it away having been on display to what seems like the whole world all day; would you really make me?"

"No, I'm not that power crazy in my security role; but I would have liked to."

I lifted my top and held it there for her to see; until Jimmy tried to get around for another look too at which point I dropped it laughing "Sorry Jimmy, you've seen quite enough of me for one day."

"Looking good Sandy, looking good" Jane said as she led me back to the lift.

She deposited me with Bronze who explained that she was going to take me for lunch and then a tour of the facility so that I could get a better impression of the sheer size of the project; and then the lab I was assigned to and finally my accommodation.

Debbie (Bronze) said most importantly though I had to be familiar with the search procedure as she had seen Amy do; but rather than ordering me into the cuffs as she had with Amy she was calling it through the security system so that I could experience the beeps and the shocks. Lovely.

She typed into her computer and almost immediately my collar emitted two loud bleeps. "Right, two quick bleeps mean search procedure, you now have twenty seconds to get your heels grounded onto two floor discs; stand by them, but I want you to experience the shock first, it's nothing major, nothing to worry about."

I think she had kept talking to me in purpose to ensure I was delayed. I had just got my steel heels level with the discs in front of her desk when "Ouch!" and my hands instinctively went to my neck. She was right, it wasn't a killer shock but it did hurt.

"Quick, ten seconds to get your heels in place; but don't lock your wrists in place yet."

I entered my heels onto the discs, they were slightly lower than the laminate and so there was a slight ridge to let you know you had your heels in place; there was a worrying pause and then I felt the discs swivel open and my heels dropped half an inch and locked. As my steel shoes were locked onto me with ankle cuffs I was now trapped.

Debbie sat and waited and stared at me and "Ouch Oh Fuck!" as a shock hit my feet and seemed to hit my pussy at the same time, far worse than the collar.

"You have ten seconds to get your wrists in place to prevent a bigger shock."

I quickly put my hands up into the cuffs which sensed this and locked; then raised up until they were drawing my heels off the soles of my shoes; then as though the heels in the floor were weighing me or something the cuffs stopped and dropped back down an inch leaving me stretched and just about on tip toes. Then there was a click and my dress fell off down to my feet again leaving me naked in front of her.

"What happens next depends on the nature of the search; if it is just called by a supervisor then it will be mainly a visual check that you have nothing taped or stuck to you, or wedged between your buttocks; maybe a slight entering of your body if there is any actual suspicion there. If a supervisor says to you 'Submit' they mean adopt the search procedure. But if called by security and bleeped through to your collar or a random computer generated search then you will be searched as you were back at Charleston house; okay?"

"Yes Debbie, I understand."

"Please don't worry about the shocks though Sandy. I have been here years and the only time I was ever shocked was in this same procedure as you on my recruitment; and I have been searched countless times since."

She continued to talk to me, leaving me in my restrained and naked position, and all the time looking at my freshly shaved pussy and smiling; Bitch!


17. The Facility

Eventually she pressed a button on her keyboard and I was released and put my dress back on. "Come on, I will show you around the place."

I followed her out of the office and on the way down a corridor she said "I think I prefer it by the way."

"Prefer what Debbie?"

"Your pussy shaved; it was nice as you had it but you really suit shaved more. I know this isn't really something I should be commenting on in my position but these men make these stupid rules and have no idea at all of the traumatic effect something like your pubic hair can have on a girl; and having it removed almost on a whim; devastating. But just to let you know, it looks good."

"Oh thank you Debbie, I wouldn't say I find it devastating but I certainly didn't like my lack of choice on the matter. To be honest though, I never would have shaved it, but now I see myself shaved I kinda quite like it." Maybe she isn't a total bitch after all.

"Good girl."

We went down to the communal canteen for lunch, very impressive place; proper table and chair layout more like a restaurant than a canteen; but also break-away areas with comfy chairs and easy tables. The food was fantastic, a real selection of proper meals, salads, sandwiches; a bit like at an all-inclusive resort but better.

We sat with other officer class diners and Debbie introduced me as 'that London girl I told you about with the incredible references' so I was feeling well chuffed I was already getting a name at the facility

From here she took me up and around all levels bar the top level which was restricted; showing me the various labs and the type of work and research they were doing. The sheer size of the facility and the staffing levels was staggering considering all this was criminal! The chances are that 99% of the staff were recruited like me and believed this to be some top-secret government project and all above board.

At level zero we walked through a wide concourse with seats and a coffee bar through a set of double security doors, effectively an air-lock, that were activated by our collars and suddenly I found myself in a courtyard! Here I am at least seven floors down below the surface and I am surrounded by trees and bushes and plants; the place is huge, the size of a football pitch but curving like a crescent with tables and chairs dotted about and bars and coffee shops here and there. There must be concealed speakers because I can hear birds chirping and the sound of the odd car passing by making it feel as though you really are outdoors. High above it looks like a glass domed roof lit up by the sunlight but it is cloudy so it is not possible to see through the glass roof; but I can feel a nice breeze passing through. It really does feel as though I have walked outside.

There are layers of balcony walkways running all around the inner walls of the courtyard with glass safety barriers and glass floors going all the way up. This must be heaven for the men because when I glance up all I see are the naked bums and shaved pussy's of the girls walking around on show underneath their short dress.

Then she took me across and showed me the leisure facilities, the bars and clubs; swimming complex, gym's, running track (in-door, and there were three naked girls running; we stood and watched them for a few laps), archery and shooting hall; cinema, pool tables and snooker hall, bowling alley, table tennis, tennis; library, art studio; this place had everything.

From here she took me back to the main concourse and up a glass floored sweeping ramp (again the views from below must be great!) to the next level and L1-09, the lab I was assigned to and she showed me around and then introduced me to the staff. The lab was headed by a pink called Stacey, and the supervisors were John and Valerie. There were also three orange tops Colin, Michelle and Fiona and a bundle of light and dark yellow tops, all girls. They all introduced themselves but it will take a while to get their names.

In total, including myself there were twenty seven staff in this one lab, only two of them men which apparently was generally as many as you got in any lab; running five production processes between them, basically production lines; apparently producing on average eighteen components per hour with each component having a processing efficiency measure of 79%.

Bronze explained that throughout the facility an efficiency measure of 72% was the minimum accepted for any component part; and currently the highest efficiency was held up in L3-2 that had achieved the facility record of 89%; well above any other lab.

We chatted a while with Stacey John and Valerie; then Debbie showed me to my accommodation; A1-72.

It was out of the lab and right along the corridor, the opposite direction to the leisure facilities and the centre of the communal part of the facility. The corridors kept splitting off with all the accommodation set in short spines; just twenty rooms to each spine but fourteen spines. Two hundred and eighty rooms for one level, and this didn't include the officers; that gave me some sort of idea as to the overall staffing level, although I have no idea if the floors above have as many staff. Perhaps they are more specialised processes above with less staff in each lab; otherwise there are well over a thousand workers here.


18. My New Abode

Stood outside of A1-72 Debbie explained that it was necessary to touch the pad to the right of the door and the computer would then check my collar and if I was recognised, or security or an officer the door would open. The same procedure to exit.

Once finished for the day say by eleven pm then my top should be hung on the hook to the left of the door; it will be replaced through the night with a freshly laundered top.

We entered the room and it was more practical than nice. Nothing homely about it at all. The large but single bed was built into an alcove.

There was a large screen TV built into the wall which also worked as a media centre, computer and gaming station. There are cameras and audio in this room and pretty much everywhere but just to ignore them as generally they are never watched anyway; more cameras than people to watch them but they can be reviewed if anything ever does happen.

She explained there was no internet; just facility intranet but I could get everything I needed through this; thousands of DVD's and CD's and facility information. I could also shop in the facility e-shop for anything I wanted such as specialised shampoos and beauty products should I not be satisfied with what was provided; these purchases would be delivered whilst I worked.

I have my own state of the art en-suite bathroom and this will be cleaned and the towels replaced daily also whilst I am in the lab.

There was also a steel yoke like the one I had worn earlier; it was set into the wall by the door with recesses for the head and hands. To get my shoes off there were two more of those steel discs set in the floor by the door; I had to enter my heels into them; they would check me against my collar and the accommodation data and once recognised the cuffs would unlock.

I would not be able to open my accommodation door unless I was wearing the shoes.

Also built into the walls at the head and foot of the bed were sockets for cuff cord plugs to be locked into; these were set well apart. Debbie explained that when in bed for the night the security computer liked to effectively put as many people to bed as possible; so that the artificial intelligence programme could concentrate its cameras and data monitoring on those not locked in for the night.

Therefore when intending to sleep I should put on the ankle and wrist cuffs, which Debbie said were padded leather and quite comfortable; and then slot the cuffs cord plugs into the wall receptors.

Should I wish to get out at any time, say for the bathroom or for a walk then there was a pad by my right hand that I could touch and security would check on me remotely and instruct the computer to release the cord plugs.

The cuffs also monitored heart beat and blood pressure and had already possibly saved a few lives through things they had picked up on during the night such as high blood pressure and erratic heart beats; referring the subject to the medical centre.

Debbie said I should get to know the computer system on the TV as soon as possible; as I could set my internal lighting and wake-up alarm and cuff-release and everything through this. I could make the lights really bright say at five pm for my return, and then gradual dimming through the night and switching off at say eleven; but activated again should I step out of the bed alcove say to go to the toilet. I could set the desk lamp to work independently; and for a selection of music to play in the background at whatever times I liked.

The TV also had all the standard Freeview channels so I could keep up with current news and programmes. She also explained that there were a variety of free to view pornographic channels routinely broadcast because the facility managers recognised the staff need some sort of sexual outlet whilst locked away; and facility viewing statistics showed that this worked, three times as many hours were spent on these channels than the other channels combined.

To leave my room after midnight and before six am I would have to wear my shoes, and be naked and be locked in my yoke; only then would the door open; so this wasn't a common habit amongst the staff.

I was allowed visitors at any time that I liked, even for sleep-overs (she laughed at this) but to be aware that if I was visiting another room I wouldn't be able to exit it unless the room occupant put his or her shoes on and operated the door unless I contacted security to release me; and I would have to leave my top hung in the corridor.

"Well that's as much as I can give you today Sandy, get yourself settled and familiar with your room and then go out and have a drink or a walk and your dinner. Most of the girls tend to eat between seven and nine and I am sure you will soon make some friends. Stacey wants you to enter the lab at eight-thirty after all the staff have started so she can show you around and introduce you better without interruption to the production."

"Breakfast is served from six but most of the staff go after seven. It's been a pleasure meeting you Sandy and I hope you settle in quick and are happy here; I certainly hope to see a lot more of you in the future, thank you for joining us" and she gave me a peck on my cheek, kind of hugged me and operated the door and left.

As the door closed I gave a small "Whoop" and instantly grabbed my pussy with both hands. My new shaved pussy, I just had to feel it, see it, play with it!

I stood in front of the mirror and raised my top and just stared at it; is this really my pussy? Oh My God it looks so pure, so young; so inviting; I just have to!

I yanked my top off and flung it onto the chair and stood again in front of the full length mirror. As fantastic and inviting as my pussy looked my eyes were drawn to my collar. Bright silver, almost chrome, rounded and smooth; I turned it around my neck feeling for the catch, the seam in the metal was almost undetectable. It was beautiful; I loved it.

I could just get my fingers behind it and pull but this just confirmed it was there to stay, there was nothing I could do about it; I was collared, like a slave.

Then I examined these fantastic shoes I had on with the steel stiletto heels and straps and ankle cuffs. Similarly they were un-removable but oh so sexy!

Accepting I was in somebody else's bondage, I looked again in the mirror, raised my arms above my head and stretched; and loved the look!

I had a quick look in my bathroom; it was very roomy, sloping slightly to an open large rain drop shower area, a corner bath, toilet, Bidet and basin. It also had like a dressing table set up with mirror, barstool and hair-drier. They obviously realised three months was a long time and so did everything they could to pamper us.

I walked back and entered my heels into the discs on the floor and after a second they sank and locked in. There was a pregnant pause whilst I thought I had been tricked again and stuck here with my legs apart then suddenly the ankle cuffs just popped open and I stepped out.

Seemingly seconds later I was relaxing on my bed, sweating in orgasm with my fingers still inside of me; Oh My God that was so easy!

I spent the next couple of hours playing on the TV seeing what it could do and finding my way around the intranet. Every member of staff was on it with their face pictured and their role, including mine; but none of the 'colour tops' had their surnames displayed, just first name and the colour of their top. Only one 'suit' was shown and he actually had a surname; but he was called John Smith and was displayed as the Managing Director; I took this with a pinch of salt.

The facility family tree showed that at the top there were twelve 'suits' but apart from John Smith at the top none of the others were listed, just their role titles. Apparently, from what I could make out, this information was restricted to officer level and security.


19. Welcome to L1-09

I frigged again, still in love with my new bare pussy; had a shower and went for dinner.

On the way I spotted the jewellers and signed out some earrings and a locking bar for my belly, nothing ornate, just so that in the evenings I could stop my piercings sealing up.

Then I went for a drink in the courtyard and had a chat with Jane the security girl now off duty and then on for dinner and sat alone but was joined by a dark yellow and a red that both chatted with me and helped explain the general routine.

I then went for a walk around the courtyard just to see what was going on in there at this time and then into the main communal bar area for another couple of drinks; ending up sitting with John, the supervisor I had met briefly in my lab. Lacking any spark of personality or charisma he just talked to me about what he expected of me in the weeks and months ahead and putting on some serious yawns I made my excuses and headed back to my room, stripping off my top and hanging it by the door as I entered.

I locked my heels in the floor and stepped out of my shoes. This was surreal, I was in my new home and naked, and whilst there was a wardrobe, there were no clothes in it, and I knew there were cameras all over me.

I thought about interrogating the intranet further but instead just worked out how to set my lights and alarm and cuff release; and then used the bathroom and had a shower. I tried the bidet and enjoyed it so much I stood and sat activating the washer again. The toilet, shower, bidet and hand basin were all on sensors with only the bath actually having taps.

The bidet had got me going, well to be truthful I had already satisfied myself in the shower but the bidet got me going again; but making a firm decision I dived onto the bed, fixed my cuffs on and plugged my ankle cuffs in, pulled the sheet over me and plugged my wrist cuff cords into the wall above me.

I still wanted to masturbate but now I couldn't; I would have to suffer the frustration and sleep.

I was awake before the alarm but had to wait for my release. The lights flicked on and slowly grew brighter and I felt my cuff cord plugs release from the sockets and as I lifted my feet out of bed the TV come on with Breakfast TV and I knew I had one minute to cancel the alarm before it activated.

Having washed I locked on my shoes and opened my door to people walking past and retrieved my clean white top and slipped it on and went for breakfast.

I filled in my time watching other people going about their routines until at last at eight thirty I could enter the lab.

Everybody was sat down at their machines working away apart from Stacey and John that were in the far corner looking at a screen; but they had heard the door bleeping on opening and turned to see me enter.

Stacey come over and met me and shook my hand and introduced herself again. She then explained there was a basic induction process I had to go through and told me, rather predictably, "Submit."

I entered my heels into the two closest floor discs and then my hands up into the wrist cuffs and got stretched as my top dropped off.

Stacey then delighted in calling each and every member of staff over to meet me (have a good look at me more like) until it was just me and her again. She looked me in the face and tweaked my nipples and then slid her hands down my back and cupped my buttocks "Welcome to L1-09 Sandy, I expect a great deal from you, and total obedience; and remember, whilst you are in here, your ass belongs to me."

"Do your job and do it well;" she slid her hands around further and had her fingers pushing against my butt hole "but let me down or fail to perform and I will be a real pain in your butt, understand Stacy; you belong to me now."

I made no reply, I just nodded which seemed to satisfy her.

Released and back in my top I was assigned to Gill on line two to learn her process and spent all day with her. What she was doing was very straight forward and basic; I had it grasped in minutes but studied it all day.

As Sandy was with Gill learning the ropes, the other Sandra Deering was looking out of her apartment window at the blue and silver Mercedes van parked across the street; the van with the 'City Security Alarm systems' marked in red and yellow across the sides and back; and taking notes on the three men entering the opposite block of apartments; and moments later the movement she could see through Sandy's open curtains.

Claire (Sandra) phoned the Commander and made him aware "the 'Bad Boy surveillance team' are here if you would to follow them, Sir."

She reported that they arrived at Ten Ten and departed at Fifteen Twelve, that the van went missing after drop off but returned for pick up, and there was external observation throughout; they were looking to see who was looking.

My familiarisation with the terminals continued all week, being put with a different girl each morning and afternoon and on a different task until I was totally familiar with the processes. Seeing the finished products from each of the lines I appreciated the need for the security measures, I could have hidden five of the units under the nail of one of my fingers alone; although I imagine one of these items alone would not actually reveal anything; I would need one of every product being manufactured or something containing the plans which kind of explains all the nakedness and searching and the minimal loose clothing.

Stacey also sent me out on walks to learn where everything was in the facility like all the stores and stuff.


20. Yellow

I had been there five days when Stacey told me I had been called up to see Bronze again; a black was coming down to collect me.

A ginger haired security girl called Linda collected me and took me up to Bronze, she wasn't at her desk and so Linda left me locked in the search position in front of her desk, but had caught and then put my top back on, bless her.

I was there quite some time before Debbie arrived and took her seat, relaxed back and asked me how I was getting on.

As I started to explain how I was enjoying it and was impressed with the facilities and I just couldn't wait to get started properly; she played with her computer and my top released and dropped.

"Well that's great to hear Sandy, and so far so good from my side too, we are very happy with your attitude and behaviour, so much so that we aren't making you do the full seven days in white but are progressing you up to yellow now; only light yellow but it is progress and means you can get hands on."

"I will call Linda back and she can take you for your new top and we will have security update your collar and heels remotely; congratulations and hope to see you back here soon for your next upgrade."

Linda walked me down to clothing and twenty minutes later I was on line one terminal one working. For variety we were rotated every forty minutes and there were four terminals on line one so less than three hours later I had processed the whole line and found nothing remarkable or challenging at all. But I did suit bright yellow far better than white!

I was now familiar with the colour coding system of the staff rank structure; I had found a list detailing it on the intranet:

Facility Staff Designation:

White - Induction

Lab Production:

Light Yellow - Single process single lab

Dark Yellow - Double process single lab

Orange - Multiple process single lab

Red - Lab supervisor

Pink - Lab manager

Facility support and infrastructure:

Light Brown - Leisure / Bar staff

Dark Brown - Utilities / Stores / Cleaning

Black - Security

Black & White checks - Maintenance

Officer Class:

Blue - Officer level one or two only

Purple - Officer levels one, two and three

Green - Officer all levels

Podium Class:

Bronze - Head of staff

Silver - Head of science

Gold - Head of facility

Suits:

Management Board x 12 headed by

Managing Director John Smith

The next three weeks were simply quite boring, I had gotten into the routine of work but the work was in no way challenging or even interesting but I pushed the boat out trying to be the quickest yet most accurate operator on my line whilst also making good friends of all around me.

I had also been running every lunch time and using the gym on the evenings. Not just because I was concerned about the amount of food I was eating but running, swimming and exercising in the nude gave me some excitement especially when there were guys about watching me.

Also I enjoyed the sauna and steam rooms and was starting to make friends in there that may develop into something a bit more entertaining.


21. A secure, but public Orgasm

The following week I was called again to see Bronze and was awarded a dark yellow top, obviously my work ethic had paid dividends and my security level was checking out. This meant I could now work across two lines giving me a bit more variety.

Again I concentrated on being the best, the quickest, most efficient, faultless and friendliest operator across the two lines. I also continued with my exercise routine and was fooling around with Cindy, a Pink, in the sauna over the last couple of evenings. She has invited me back to her room but I haven't taken her up on it yet; but I will.

I had been dark yellow for six weeks and was learning nothing at all about the facility, nothing that would help the Commander or Operation Dark Cloud and was getting quite disconsolate. I still enjoyed the environment, being near naked and commando all the time and restrained through the night; and I had been searched a couple of times which still gives me a thrill, especially the one two days ago that the security guy did; in the middle of my lab in front of everybody and he even used the candle probe.

I was stood there stretched spread-eagle and he was rubbing the probe into my pussy and I asked him "Excuse me, I don't know if I am allowed to ask this, but can I see what you are looking at too? I have never seen inside my pussy before and I would love to."

It shocked the hell out of him, he obviously hadn't had this request before and he had to check with his bosses but it must have been sanctioned because he let me view the screen whilst he played the probe into me. Then when I was bent over and he was probing my butt he let me see again.

He had just returned me to the standing position when Stacey come across and asked "Sorry Tim, but you have got me interested too, I have never thought to ask to see that, can I see too?"

Tim, the black, asked me "Do you mind her seeing and me doing it again?"

Well, it was relieving the boredom even if it was extremely embarrassing, and may get me even more into Stacey's good books "No, I don't mind, if it saves Stacey being searched herself."

So he did, and then John sauntered across, followed by more of the girls, all wanting to see. Well that candle probe was in and out and in and out and I was cuffed up and stretched and helpless and well, I just come. Just a little at first, but it built and it built and I had made the mistake of trying to hold off and hold on and see it through but I just broke and my orgasm hit me. At first everybody around me was more embarrassed than I was; and then the laughter broke out and I was the laughing stock; the butt of endless jokes.

Tim was most apologetic and released me and made off as quick as he could.

It was less than an hour before the end of work and Stacey said for me to stand down, go back to my room and recover myself.

I ended up eating early and eating alone; and then not bothering with a drink and going straight to bed; I even locked my cuffs into the wall sockets and it was only just after seven pm.


22. Ticking the right boxes

Well I guess she had been watching my search and my orgasmic event on the cameras; and then again on the cameras had seen me locked in my bed because I had only been locked in bed less than half an hour when my door opened and Bronze walked in and sat on my bed. I didn't even have my sheet covering me.

"Oh you poor thing, I have been told all about it and have seen the security report; sorry to intrude upon you like this but I felt I had to come and see how you were doing."

For the first time with her I feel really vulnerable; I am really helpless and nobody else even knows she is here. She knows this too because she is stroking first my face and now my belly whilst she is talking to me.

"Thanks Debbie; everything's okay, I put myself in that position by volunteering; I do hope the black isn't in trouble or anything as he was concentrating more on his ipad thing and letting everybody see what the image was like as he moved the probe around; he was as shocked as anybody when it happened and most apologetic."

"No, well he has been spoken to and words of advice given about any repeat of this but without any complaint that will be the end of it."

"Well there will be no complaint from me, just a little embarrassment for a while with the obvious jokes I will get in the morning and no doubt for a while further."

She continued to stroke my belly and gave words of sympathy and understanding at what I had experienced in front of everyone.

"You really are doing well Sandy, you have only been here not quite eleven weeks and I am considering you for Orange; this takes some girls over a year; some never even make it to Orange."

"Your security checks are going well, your background has been scrutinised and you are ticking all the boxes. The reports from your lab supervisors on your commitment and ability are ticking all the boxes. You do realise don't you the importance of ticking the right boxes when it comes to getting promoted?"

My hips had instinctively leapt up off the bed in reflex and I had gasped out loud; as she had said 'ticked' her hand had left my belly and she had flicked a finger up and over my slit as though she was 'ticking' my pussy.

She had maintained eye contact to gauge my surprised reaction.

I settled back down and got my breath back, and couldn't help squirming my thighs and hips a little still feeling the effect of the surprise on my pussy. I smiled "Yes Bronze, it is important always to tick the right boxes, to be considered for the best possible chance of promotion I will lick all the right boxes."

Debbie laughed out loud "Sandy, oh silly me, I must be distracted, for a moment there I thought you said 'lick', and not 'tick'."

Eye to eye contact I just smiled and nodded once, and again momentarily raised my hips off the bed in suggestion.

She returned her hand to my belly and I saw a concerned look appear in her eyes and I suddenly thought I may be digging a hole here, as Bronze she couldn't be seen to award favour, and definitely not receive bribes especially of a sexual nature; and everything we said was being recorded or listened to and we were possibly also on camera.

I quickly added "I don't mean about promotion, I mean you and your tick box. When I had that orgasm in the lab I was embarrassed by it happening in front of everybody; but what really embarrassed me was that I enjoyed it. It has been almost three months locked in here without that kind of attention from somebody else and it got to me; but when the orgasm broke I closed my eyes, and I saw you."

"The being on display, naked in restraint, and being brought to orgasm and then seeing you in my mind, well it made me question why; why you? I have laid here and thought about it, confused; because you see I am attracted to men but it was your image that come to me during that fleeting moment."

"But seeing you again here now I think I understand; you are beautiful, young, hardly much older than me, and very successful. You carry yourself in such a way, walk with such pride and authority; and I cannot help it, I just want to taste you. I am on my months break in little over a week and thought I could maybe get this out of my system before I go rather than possibly dwelling on it when I should be relaxing. Sorry if I have offended or embarrassed you; it is probably just this place playing tricks on me and giving me a fantasy. So this isn't about ticking promotion boxes, my motivation, commitment, work ethic and ability will get me that; I will tick all those boxes myself; this is just about attraction, need and sex."

"Sandy, you have just ticked the right box." Again my hips left the bed as she flicked my pussy to emphasise the 'tick' and she smiled down on me as I wrestled with my wrist cuffs in futility.

She stood up and tugged her top letting it drop down to the floor; oh my fucking God what an unbelievable body! I thought I was fit; she has just blown me away! She has a waste like a young girl but defined muscles on her belly; her tits are magnificent and I can see no hint of surgery but they defy gravity; and in spite of her less than size zero waste she has real hips; skinny but curvaceous; wow!

She stepped back to the door and entered her heels into two of the vacant 'visitors' shoe release discs; she was momentarily locked in place but then the cuffs popped and she stepped out of her shoes.

I see her smile at the effect she is having on me; then she steps up onto the bed and stands with her feet either side of my head so I am looking straight up at her and her glorious pink pussy. Then she works her feet under my arms until she is kneeling over my face and settles her pussy right over my mouth.

Her left arm goes behind her and plays with my pussy. With her right she pinches my nose and as I open my mouth to breathe she sits on me. I have to try to force her off with my tongue which of course is ridiculous but that is what it felt like until she releases my nose and I give her real service.

Both her hands go behind her and she plays with and tweaks my nipples and all the time I am squirming in helpless ecstasy and eating her pussy.

This is so hot; she is so hot; we are getting hotter! Soon, too soon she is coming over my face and grunting and groaning and shaking.

She digs her feet out from under me and turns around and puts her feet under my arms again but this time from my chest up the way; then with her pussy again in my face she bends down and using her fingers to help her I feel her tongue enter me; and play with me, and satisfy me. Again my hips are writhing all over the place, like a bucking bronco to her touch.

She gets up from the bed and slips into my bathroom and I assume cleans herself up and makes sure she is presentable for walking out. She returns and I ask "Debbie, can you release me?"

As she steps into her shoes and closes the ankle cuffs she replies "Yes I could, I just have to hit control and escape on your TV keyboard and your restraints would release from the walls. Or you can press your security intercom button by your right hand and ask for security to release you remotely. But I am interested to see, when I review your room activity in the morning; how long you were willing to lay there with the taste of me on you. If you get up immediately I am gone I will be a little disappointed; make it until morning release and I will be most impressed that you wanted to sleep with the taste of me. I'll see, bye" and she pressed the door release and was gone.


23. Orange is licked

Left in helpless restraint, glowing and sweating with her juices all over me I drifted off into a happy place not waking until the alarm sounded, the lights were on and bloody Pierce Morgan was looking at me from his breakfast TV chair.

But as I say all that was two days ago; and here I am once again in the search position in front of Bronze at her desk with my dark yellow top around my ankles waiting for a black to take me to clothing for my orange top.

I have made orange in my first three month stint which is pretty much unheard of. According to Bronze this is because of my references, my CV, the interview report from Stan recommending fast-track promotion; my security checking out and my excellent work ethic. But that is only what Bronze said, what she didn't say was that I had a fantastic tongue and I had this promotion licked! I am sure this is payback for 'licking' not 'ticking' her box; and she has brought the promotion so soon afterwards to emphasise this and encourage repeat performance. Well I am happy with that!

She also made me aware of my new nick-name in my lab, and that it was spreading throughout the facility; after my search performance at the hands of Tim they were all calling me 'Pussy' behind my back. I could live with that.

It was Jane again that arrived and escorted me down to clothing. When she had arrived she had joked "You again, this is getting quite a routine; four colours in one term, must be a record." To which Bronze just smiled and added "I'm sure she will eventually find a colour that suits her" as she clicked her computer and my restraints released and then added "funny enough I have just checked the records and Sandy is only the third ever to achieve this; me and Green Donna being the other two with the same four colours; and we both went on to achieve Blue in our next terms so that is your next challenge Sandy."

On my way to the lifts with Jane she had a big smile on her face and said "I do like the way you do that, just walk off naked and leave your top behind; very confident; but I suppose if I had your body and looks I would consider walking around naked all the time."

"What do you mean; don't I have to go to clothing naked when my colour is changed?"

"Heavens no, this place isn't that weird, well, not quite; but there is a lot of nudity. We do it on your first occasion for your white as you don't have any clothing at that point but not after that. Poor Bronze must be getting sick of having to pick all your discarded tops; she'll be getting quite a collection by now."

Suddenly I feel very naked again but keep my head up and stride on.

Jimmy looks very pleased to see me again, those lycra shorts hide nothing; and I think deliberately delays finding my orange top just to enjoy the thrill of me being kept naked for him until Jane tells him to pull his finger out or she'll be searching him in front of me, anal and all. He immediately finds my top and hands it over. I do like Orange!

On the way back to the lift Jane asks "Sandy, you are a fantastic looking girl; not that I am that way inclined, you know, woman; you have one of the best, toned bodies I have had the pleasure of seeing and I see them all in this job; but have you ever seen Bronze naked?"

"Er, yes, once briefly, why?" I was wondering where this was going and what she had seen on the CCTV.

"Isn't she just incredible? I mean I thought you only got those bodies in comics and on cartoons; you know like Jessica in 'Who framed Roger Rabbit', a ridiculous waist, moulded breasts and a curvaceous bum, and tall and lean with it! I mean you look fabulous, possibly only second to Bronze, but isn't she just another level again? She almost does make me want to be that way inclined; a dream body."

I'm sure there was a compliment in there somewhere but I ask "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, no matter what I do in the gym that waist is just unachievable; but why do you ask?"

"Oh just thinking about what Bronze said, about her, you and Donna being the only ones; I take it you have met Donna?"

"No, I've heard her name but never met her."

"Well you will know what I am getting at when you see her; she would give you a good fight for second best to Bronze, she's gorgeous, and it's not just coincidence that you are the three best looking in here; it proves that fitness of body and mind go together so I'm getting back in the gym again or I'll never get on."

Well, it wasn't just me that had the hots for Bronze.

"Jane, you are already beautiful and fit; but let's face it, that's what they recruit; all the girls in here are young fit and beautiful."

"Yeah, but not like you three."

I left it at that as we went down in the lift, just quietly beaming at the compliment and my achievement.

I only had a week left and spent this getting to really know every single terminal and process in L1-09; I thought I was on to something, nothing that would really help operation Dark Cloud but that would possibly help me on further rapid promotions so I could get the real information we needed.

I thought the process was flawed and I could condense and improve it by amalgamating some of the lines, reducing staffing and processes, improving productivity and even the component efficiency but I needed to really think this through and be absolutely sure it would work or I would risk discredit and put-back halting my advancement to officer status.


24. Doctor's Appointment

Finally my end of term arrived and I was taken out of the facility first thing in the morning and returned to Charleston House by the absolute reverse process of my arrival; the only difference being that in the final search room before getting in the van, and after another MRI type scan I had to choose a pair of earrings. There were hundreds to choose from and having been assured that they were airport security friendly I selected some silver look ones that wouldn't stand out too much as I would be wearing them all the time.

The Black, calling me 'Pussy', explained that because of the sensitivity and secrecy of what we were doing they liked to be able to track me in case some foreign power abducted me for questioning or anything else as sinister and these could be tracked anywhere.

He showed me the earrings and the fastening. The top was a deep recess that fitted over the bottom of the ear, and then when he squeezed it six pins would puncture and pass through my ear and locate and lock in the opposing side of the earring. He said it would hurt only very briefly and the pins were treated with a cream that would seal the punctured skin and prevent any infection.

Once removed the puncture holes were so small they would heal over without any scarring very quickly.

Earrings fitted I was back in my seat in my cage in the van and heading home.

At Charleston House I collected my things from locker 232; fortunately remembering my code to get into it; and got dressed. Something I hadn't thought of, I hadn't brought clean knickers and there was no way I was putting back on knickers worn three months ago; they went in a bin on the way home; and going commando in this short little dress was of no concern to me at all after the three months I had just been through; even in this skirt lifting wind.

Just to be back in London, in a crowd of normal dressed people seemed so bizarre I didn't go straight home, but to the first trendy pub I encountered and had a lager and just chilled. First mission over all bar the report; switch off for a couple of days and just get back to some sort of normality; whatever normal is these days. Maybe strapped onto my Sybian for a session, that sounds pretty normal for me.

I got back to my apartment, I had to check inside my handbag for the communal door code, 7215H; I haven't used it that often and it's been three months.

I enter my apartment and cancel the alarm system making an effort not to be seen looking for anything amiss and when I walk into my bedroom I see the chastity belt sitting on my bed and think 'Oh Shit'. I deliberately left it there to remind me of my promise to Constance; and also to give the surveillance guys a bit of a thrill.

Well whether I like it or not, there goes my Sybian moment, a promise is a promise after all; but I am definitely having a poo and a shower first!

Thirty minutes later, and it's still only just after three pm; I am on the phone to Doc and she answers as though she is either distracted or doesn't remember me "Hello, Doctor Constance Lavine speaking, can I help you?"

"I bloody well hope so, you've got both my keys you bitch and I've just locked it on me!"

There is a pause followed by her outburst of laughter "I'm sorry Sandy, I was going to try to pretend I had forgotten all about it and was out of the country when I saw your name come up on the phone, but I'm just no good at that kind of thing and couldn't help but laugh. How can I help you?"

"You're joking, right?"

"No, not joking, I want to hear you beg."

"Meet me in the Cross Keys in one hour and you can watch me beg."

"I am there now, it is Friday after all; it's three fifteen now, if you are not here by three forty five then you have missed me and can wait until morning."

I didn't reply, I hung up, slipped on a short red dress and heels and legged it for the tube station; I got there right on quarter-to and out of breath to find she had got in two Stella Artois and was only just sitting down "Just got here myself too Sandy, lovely to see you" and getting back up she come around and hugged me.

"Fucking Bitch, you weren't even here and you had me running in heels to catch you, I could have broken my ankle!"

"Yes, you are marvellously desperate for me aren't you? And do please watch your language, I punish bad language" and kissed me and sat down laughing.

Standing there looking down on her I realised I really had missed her; in spite of her being one of the bad guys; and I told her "Doc, you are a sight for sore eyes, I've only been back with you seconds and already I am excited."

I sat down and clinked glasses with her and downed just about half my drink in one go "I needed that" I told her.

I asked her if she had done anything about the letter I left with my spare key, about a holiday and she told me all about it.

We were flying out of Gatwick to a surprise destination of her choosing next Saturday morning but were staying in the Hilton attached to the South terminal the night before so that we could get checked in and get shot of our luggage early and relax and then the following morning just have breakfast and stroll straight through on the VIP package.

I pushed her for the destination arguing that I would need to know what clothes to pack and make sure I had the correct inoculations etc but she said not to worry, I had to pack for a hot beach, with her rules; no pants of any kind other than bikini for the beach; no trousers at all just skirts and dresses and all had to be flimsy and short. Definitely no underwear at all aloud including for travelling; just high heels and flip-flops; and a hat.

I don't have to worry about the inoculations, she is my Doctor now and knows my history; and she will pack all the creams and insect repellent stuff we will need.

All I need to plan for is at least 80 ͦ minimum, day or night.

I was excited and agreed to everything accept the travel clothes; that if I was travelling in a short skirt then I was wearing knickers through security and on the plane. She just smiled and asked "Really?"

After a couple more drinks I insisted on her taking this belt off me. We went up to her apartment and she obliged, but not until I was naked and tied across her bed with my legs apart; and as the belt come off she shrieked "Sandy! You have shaved your pussy! Oh why? You looked fantastic with that lovely Brazilian! What have you done?"

I tried to explain it was a facility requirement I couldn't talk about and she kind of got the gist and then stroked it a few times, licked it and set about making up for the last three months apart. With the ring-gag fitted I couldn't really hide my appreciation either and she really did torture me.

Before she was ready to fully release me she said there was something else she wanted to try.

"Remember that fancy plug you had in your bum during the medical? The one that finally done you in? Well I have the prototype here and it is truly evil, so evil we decided not to use it on the recruits. You see this one has a medieval pear mechanism built in; once inserted it opens out and splines jut out making it impossible to remove without the key. I have tried it, obviously; although even with the key I couldn't remove it myself because, well, it is a bit awkward to access isn't it. I had to get poor Danny up to sort it, now that was an experience!"

"Well I have often wondered what kind of sounds would come out if you couldn't close your mouth, like with a ring-gag fitted."

"Don't you fucking dare!" I tried to say and I'm sure I was understandable but she just replied "Tut-tut Sandy, it is just that language that has earned you this experience; now do as you're told and take it like a slave."

I saw her lubricate it with some cream and then work it into my vulnerable bum; and then felt it expanding inside of me as she turned the key; oh my dear God!

She then released me and I stood up and experienced the feel of this thing as I tried walking.

She went to her wardrobe and got a yoke out and offered it up to me "No way Doc," I shook my head; "with this thing inside of me there is no way you are restraining me; in fact take it out, right now" or words to that effect the best I could through this ring-gag.

"Okay, come over and bend over." She was sat on a chair in the lounge.

I didn't want to because I knew she would start it going, but I didn't see what else I could do.

I went over and I was right; she flicked or pressed something and the vibrations hit me. I was bouncing; I had my hands round feeling for the control, just pushing and pulling and tapping and everything; I only succeeded in ramping it up higher. I had to bend over and beg her to stop it. She just sat there and held up the yoke. I nodded frantically and begged as best I could and she done something to stop it.

As I got my breath back she locked the yoke onto me. "Bitch!" I said quite clearly through the gag and she shook her head "Oh Sandy, you really must learn to curb that tongue of yours, well, in speech terms anyway." She then activated it again, as I always knew she would.

It truly was evil, I was forced to dance about the lounge, doing a jig as though it would somehow help; and every time I went to her she turned it up!

Her experiment worked, the noises I was forced to make were nobody's business; I didn't know I had these sounds in me.

She did eventually, when I was on my back doing bicycle kicks, switch it off; and after I had stopped shaking and calmed down to the point I wasn't going to punch her lights out; she removed my yoke but not the butt-plug.

She explained "I know you will spend the whole of our holiday working your butt off, or working my pussy off as the case may be; making up to me for the three months you have neglected me, by pleasuring me greatly; but if you want that plug to come out anytime soon without a repeat performance you can make a down payment on my pussy now."

She went back into her bedroom and laid down expectantly; and of course, I had to follow and submit. She wasn't disappointed.

Finally minus the butt-plug and my belt she showered whilst I had a good look at her computer to see how it was set up and what I would have to do to make it capable of remotely controlling toys and her restraints on her gynaecologist chair. Or at least that was my excuse, in reality I was looking at her key-stroke history and settings so it could be hacked.

Then after my shower we got out on the town for dinner which turned into a fabulous pub-crawl around all the fashionable more up-market places I was totally ignorant of but could now afford.

We made it back to her place and without any funny business, just wine on the balcony, naked; we slept together. I awoke still hugging her.


25. The Drop

We had an early breakfast and Constance wanted us to spend the day together but I had other plans, today, the first Saturday of my return, was my 'drop' day at the Silver Cross and so I had to get writing and be at the JD Wetherspoon pub on Whitehall for twelve thirty to then be walking along Whitehall and turning off towards Westminster Bridge to enter the Silver Cross at one fifteen. That would give Dax and his team the chance to spot my surveillance and block them with some sort of accident at the entrance to the Silver Cross for the few seconds it would take for me to make my drop; stuck to the back of a £20 note.

I was to wear my pink top and short white skirt to show I had something to drop.

But I was now convinced that Constance was just a Doctor with enough knowledge to help with the interview process and no more. I didn't have my sixth sense ringing in her place that there were camera's there; and she was genuinely shocked that I had shaved my Brazilian and was therefore ignorant of Facility processes which she would not have been had she ever visited.

I therefore asked Constance to meet me after one thirty in the Silver Cross to unknowingly help build my cover for being there; I was just a little early meeting her or her a little late, it would appear to my surveillance.

She wanted me to put my chastity belt on again and her keep the keys "Just to be sure I can trust you" she said. I laughed and said "No, I will wear it home but take the keys with me, and I will check them this time, thank you."

We argued, in jest and finally I agreed to go home commando and leave her with the belt and the keys for another day; with the promise I would remain 'Commando' for the rest of the day and sleep with her again tonight.

I was home not long after nine and started writing. Not my notes on the facility but a fantasy bondage story in my bound notebook. It would have been far too dangerous to write the notes up in my flat with all these cameras around me; there must be one focused on my study table.

I had been planning this story during my nights in the facility. I had always been fascinated with bondage stories, pretty much every weekend for the past two or three years I had been going on-line and reading these stories, some of them were so erotic and really fuelled my fantasies; one in particular, "The Curator" was my favourite and I had played with finishing the story myself one day as it looks like the story on the internet will never be finished and I want to see how it ends. This would be my inspiration to write my very own complete bondage story.

My story was to be called 'Dian Taylor - Oh My God!' and would tell the story of how Dian (me!) stumbled upon a friend in bondage and went on to explore this herself, having a lesbian relationship with her friend and also working for and becoming slave to the owner of a bondage store.

Making a start the pages filled quickly and I actually found I enjoyed the process of making up and writing this stuff; plus my imagination was working full pelt giving me ideas to maybe try out myself if I was brave enough.

I got dressed in my pink and white outfit, put on some sexy heels I could actually walk in and headed out for the tube.

Sitting on the tube carriage with my back to the door and twisted in facing anybody looking at me I got my book out and carried on writing, but onto the white post-it notes stuck to the pages. I wrote two notes:

All intel' briefed to me confirmed accurate.

At least 7 floors, sub-terrain. Bottom 2 floors approx 800m x 1600m each.

Surface level building includes large garage 40m square with steel roller doors.

Between 400 & 800 staff. 12 x bosses (suits) led by 'John Smith'.

Over 40 labs producing chips and other electronic components.

Have made 4 x promotions, need 3 more for officer grade.

5 min ride on scooter under Charleston House to transport.

Doc Lavine is ignorant of facility and process.

Not possible to breach security entering or leaving.

Staff managed by podium colours:

Gold - Macy (Facility Manager)

Silver - Carl (Head of Science)

Bronze - Debbie (Head of Staff) - In bed with her!

Not sure they really know what this is all about - maybe just a 'secret Government job' to them.

And the second one:

Doc Lavine home computer:

Router - E47ghtBT - Admin - fjuysppa.

Computer log in - Iwill0bey.

IP Address - 000042211003997 (never switches off router or computer so retains IP Address).

Facebook account - Connie Lavine - password - WhipMeNow.

Email - Doc.Lavine@aol.com - password - SpankMe!

Could lead you to Garner and the 12.

I had kept them short, factual, to the point as Dax had trained me, but when I looked at my notes I realised just how little I had found out that MI6 didn't already know. I simply have to make officer grade and hope that gets me to the information that will make a difference.

I got out at the embankment and went into the Wetherspoon's pub but straight to the toilet where I peeled my notes off and stuck them to a twenty, putting the two unused post-it notes down the loo. Then I got a drink and relaxed and just checked my phone; a crowd had gathered around me and so I continued writing my fantasy so I could be seen again doing this as though it was some addiction.

I left there at five past and took the short stroll to Westminster tube station; turning the corner and entering the Silver Cross.

I passed between two big guys as I entered the main bar and I heard glass breaking behind me and a bit of a scuffle; obviously the distraction.

I had been told to look for the barmaid with the pink highlight in her blonde hair and she was there waiting to serve me; obviously tipped off I was just about to enter.

I asked for half a Carling and handed the twenty over at the same time. I got my drink and my change and found a seat and continued my writing.


26. Writing Alibi

Constance turned up just five minutes after me and seeing what I was drinking she purchased two more lagers and joined me. My book and pen were still on the table and she snatched the book up and regardless of my protests that it was private she opened it at the first page and started reading it out loud. When she got to the bit about Dian's friend being cuffed to the bottom of the bed, legs akimbo with a rabbit buzzing in her pussy she stopped, raised an eyebrow, stared at me and burst into laughter!

"Sandy, I do like this; please, can I keep it and read it all?"

"No, not yet Constance, I am still working on it; but I will bring it on holiday and you can read it there, maybe even help me with some ideas."

"What is it? Are you hoping to publish, you know get rich with another Fifty shades type book?"

"No, this will have a whole lot more bondage than fifty shades, and more fun; it's just a hobby I can pick up and put down between my stints at work; but think about on my many nights alone."

I was very aware that the guy that had finally barged his way in behind me but not quite in time to see my drop was sat at the next table and had seen and heard all of our conversation; it had gone absolutely perfectly but I had to be wary of Constance always being early if I was to plan this again.

We had a walk up Tottenham Court Road and then done some shopping for our holiday in Oxford Street. I wanted to take my new purchases back to my flat and get showered and changed for the evening Constance had planned for me; and Constance also wanted to take her stuff back so we separated at Bond St Tube station and agreed to meet at her place at six thirty.

In my flat I tried on and hung up all my new stuff and then stripped off and sat and wrote a few more pages in my book. I was only doing this to set a little counter-surveillance test. The guy in the Silver Cross will have heard my plans to stay at Docs place tonight so my flat was safe for them to search.

I had already made certain there were no blank post-it notes in the book and finishing writing I closed the book but left it at a particular angle on my study table with two of the corners just touching a couple of specific grain lines in the wooden desk top. I had already studied the desk surface for just this purpose and would know if the book had been moved.

I wanted them to look at the book, they were bound to be wary of me writing anything anywhere and I needed them to satisfy themselves that it wasn't a code or anything and I was safe to continue so they wouldn't overly scrutinise me in the future when I get the book out and start writing.

Having showered I put on a light summer dress but nothing special as Constance had already said she was dressing me again for tonight; and made my way across to her place.

On entering the foyer Danny was on the desk "Hi Sandy, Constance said to expect you, go straight on up if you like."

"Thanks Danny."

Danny must have buzzed her because when the lift doors opened onto the penthouse floor she was stood there, stark naked with her hands behind her in cuffs, with a chain going down from these to another pair of cuffs around her ankles; and a leather posture collar with a chain lead attached!

She was a good forty foot from her apartment door and there were three more doors to other suites and she could have been caught at any time; I cannot believe her sense of daring!

"Hi Sandy, so pleased you got to me first."

I couldn't help but laugh, "Constance you idiot, anybody could have found you; what would you have said? What could they have done with you?"

She giggled "I know, exciting isn't it?"

I thought 'two can play at this' and I dragged her by the collar into the lift and hit the lobby button "tell Danny to send you back up" and I stepped out, smiling, laughing almost uncontrollably at what I had just done.

Two minutes later the doors opened and she reappeared, flushed.

I took her lead and led her back to her apartment; she could only take little steps. I led her into the centre of the lounge and went back to close the door; as I did the apartment door opposite opened and a little old lady stepped out; what on earth she would have thought had she been seconds earlier I do not know.

"Constance, you cannot keep doing that, somebody is going to stumble upon you eventually and then what will they think of you, never mind do to you; a lady has just stepped out of the apartment opposite; a minute earlier and you were done for."

"Oh that will be Mrs Drake; her and her husband have caught me a couple of times riding the lift naked with Candy, they think it is a scream. They caught me like this on a self-dare walk to the tenth floor and back just a couple of weeks ago; they actually abducted me into their apartment and made me sit and drink tea and eat scones like this; it was brilliant."

"All the people in these four penthouse apartments have caught me at one time or another; it's just part of the fun and none of them seem to mind; there are never any children up here to worry about."

"I just don't believe you Constance; you are off the wall the risks you take; now do you want to get yourself out of those cuffs and we'll make a start on the night?"

"Er, well, I can't really, you see I put the key up on the shelf there over an hour ago so that I couldn't reach it and free myself; I would have to wait here like this for you to rescue me, or whatever fiendish things you may do to me. I had to unlock and leave the door ajar as well because I wouldn't have reached the lock like this."

"Unbelievable" I said out loud shaking my head.

I took her lead and opening the balcony door I pulled her out and locked the lead to the top of the balcony.

"Well you have obviously set this up hoping I would do something fiendish to you; and whilst I wasn't planning on it; I wouldn't want to let you down."

I left her and went and had a look in her special wardrobe for inspiration.

Sitting on the top of a box was the prototype butt-plug she had really tortured me with yesterday and I picked it up and had a good look at it. The key was still in it and I turned it and saw the pear mechanism. Then taking the key out I worked out how it operated; how to start it, change the levels and how to stop it. I smiled.

I blindfolded her and having already lubricated the plug I started to massage her body with baby oil which got all the right sounds from her.

Bending her over the balcony she was chained to I played with her pussy from behind. She was opening her legs to accommodate me and I pushed my knee between her legs to keep them separated whilst I entered the plug into her butt and started turning the key.

She instantly knew what it was and went wild; but could do nothing to stop me.

Having inserted and locked it in place I removed her blindfold and went to the kitchen and helped myself to a glass of wine and then set a chair up facing her; clicked the butt-plug on and took a seat. It was wonderful to watch! I have never been a vengeful person, but I must admit payback does feel good; and looks and sounds bloody marvellous!

Each time she begged for release I stepped over and increased the vibrations to the point that it was now on maximum and she was an absolute crumbling wreck; on her knees, butt in the air, head touching the floor whimpering; well beyond begging.

I took pity and switched it off and then as she had done with me yesterday I released her cuffs and took my seat again; lifting my skirt up around my waist and having unlocked the lead from the balcony, drawing her up to and between my legs, still on her knees.

"Good performance Doc, I am proud of you; now just another little performance required; let's see if you really want that butt-plug removed or if you are keeping it in for the night; no speaking allowed, convince me."

Her eyes were still flickering and her face covered in tears; and her body still shaking from the experience; that really is some butt-plug; probably the evil mother of all butt-plugs but she got down to work regardless throwing herself fully into it.

We sat on the balcony sharing more wine, me still clothed and her still naked but unrestrained and thankfully for her minus the plug; but she did have to try and try again to convince me to remove it.

"Well, you did have it coming, you have used the other version on me at my medical and destroyed me; and then this 'pear' version on me here where you absolutely annihilated me; so don't try to give me any guilty feeling for locking that beast in you."

"Sandy, I set this up and left that thing on top of everything else in my wardrobe so you would find it and use it on me and get even; I'm not angry, just struggling to recover."


27. Ultraviolet

We got dressed ready to go out for dinner. Constance wearing a red leather version of the same outfit she had worn to the Dickens Inn with red leather stiletto heeled thigh boots and another of those bags with the thumb tube but in red; she looked awesome, this was definitely her colour.

She dressed me rather blandly in comparison but still quite revealing. A very thin very short black dress not much more than my outfit at the facility. I already had black strappy stiletto's on and we stuck with this; and she gave me her black version of the same bag.

We tubed across to Embankment and went onto the Tattershall Castle for drinks; this is a boat moored on the North Embankment which operates as a bar and club; and I think chosen by Constance because she knew the wind here would play havoc with my dress.

Fortunately walking onto the boat it was her that had her thumbs locked behind her in her bag; and she was getting all the attention because of her sexy look and outfit so the flashes of my bare pussy and ass may just possibly have gone almost unnoticed; maybe.

We only stopped for the one drink and headed into Leicester Square and Café Rouge for dinner; Doc had made an eight thirty reservation.

After dinner we had more drinks around the Leicester Square and Covent garden areas until after eleven when Constance was taking me on to one of her clubs.

It was a nightclub called 'Ultraviolet' above a Casino on Tottenham Court Road.

We went up from the Casino floor in a lift opening out into a reception; there was a charge for entry and you had to be a member or with a member.

The receptionist recognised Constance and booked us in and swiped Doc's credit card whilst they chatted.

"Any extras?" She asked Constance.

"Just handcuffs and a collar and lead please; a steel slave collar."

Oh, so it was that type of club.

Whilst they continued chatting a young man in a suit come out from a door behind reception with the cuffs and asked Constance "Hi, back again so soon? Are you wanting these fitted or just to carry in?"

Constance, hardly breaking her conversation just nodded at me and said "fitted please Michael."

Well I certainly didn't want them fitted, but he had already taken my left wrist and snapped a cuff on and not wanting to make a scene my first time here I allowed him to take my right behind me and fasten the other cuff.

He then looked me in the face and smiled whilst he closed the slim steel collar around my neck and clicked it locked; and locked on a thin chain lead handing the leather hand-strap to Constance "There you are Ma'am, your slave awaits; are you leaving your clothing with us again tonight?"

"Possibly a little later, certainly the slaves clothing will be brought back here at some stage; if we could just leave our bags with you at the moment?"

Constance led me up in another lift into the club and I immediately saw why it was called 'Ultraviolet', the place appeared quite dark but all the walls and the ceiling had ultraviolet lighting fitted giving the place an eerie but quite wonderful look; people flickering about as though in slow motion and some of the clothing see-through.

We were getting a lot of attention from the tables as we passed by, but you would expect this; a gorgeous leggy girl dressed like Doc pulling a cuffed slave on a lead.

She led me to the bar and got a couple of lagers, just giving a number for credit and signing a receipt; and then led us to a vacant podium table with high chairs.

She put the glasses down and asked how I liked it.

"I like it, quite classy in a funny sort of way; I have never been to a place like this before with people in all states of dress, there are even a couple of naked girls over there; and some of the clothing is totally see-through. Your outfit looks great in here I would have thought you would have dressed me in the white version again with the boots rather than this plain black thing."

"Come and have a look in the mirror" and she led me along to the side of the bar where one of the walls was all mirror.

"Fuck! No! Release me, release me right now; I'm getting out of here. You knew this would happen, didn't you? Of course you did you evil Bitch; come on, let's go."

It was as though I was completely naked, as though the dress did not exist; this is why we were getting all the attention walking in!

But when I looked down at myself the dress still appeared black, slightly see-through where it touched my body but otherwise black.

She walked me back to our table and on the pole that rose through the centre of the table to the ceiling there were combination locks fitted.

She held a lock open whilst setting her code and then hooked the end of my lead onto it and closed and spun the lock. I wasn't going anywhere quite yet.

"I've got more bad news for you Sandy; the last two bars we have been in had ultraviolet lighting; I was very worried you would spot it in a mirror and throw a fit but fortunately they were too crowded for you to see a mirror."

"You evil scheming Bitch, and I was just vain enough to think I was looking hot!"

"Oh you were Babe, very hot; I couldn't take my eyes off you, and I wasn't the only one!"

"Bitch, so how does it work, this dress I mean?"

"Looking down on yourself you do not get the effect as you see so much material looking down; but from any distance at all the material does not reflect ultraviolet light but your body does, and the material is so thin it simply becomes see-through. The more illuminated your body the more the dress seems to disappear. They sell the dresses here in a variety of styles and colours but the black dresses work best."

The more the club filled up and the wilder the patrons got into it the less self-conscious I become; there was nakedness all around me now.

Constance released my cuffs so that I could enjoy my drink better and even climb up onto the barstool and chat and people watch. I couldn't help playing with my slave collar, strange, but I kind of missed my steel collar from the facility and liked the feel of this on my throat.

After a couple more drinks, sitting giving our heels a much needed rest Constance got me back on my feet and cuffed me again to the rear. Against my protests; and I don't even know why I was protesting the good this dress was doing me; Constance loosened my dress straps and dropped and had me step out of my dress.

She then split her bustier between her breasts and taking it off handed me this and my own dress and unlocking the lead from the pole told me to take the clothing back to reception, locker four eleven.

I explained there was no way I was walking to reception alone like this, and definitely not to have my only clothing locked away from me.

"See those stocks on the stage up there? The ones in the centre with the wide leg spreaders? And the wrack beside it with all the whips and floggers and stuff? Well if in ten seconds you are not headed to reception then I am locking you in them and coming back here to sit and watch who does what to you."

She looked magnificent stood there topless, her fantastic tits on display, with those thigh boots and leather mini-dress; and I didn't doubt for one moment I was headed for the stocks if I didn't obey her. Gritting my teeth, I simply smiled, tried to look arrogant, said "Bitch" to her and turned and walked.

That was some walk, my lead dangling between my breasts as I squeezed and bumped through and between people back to reception. I had to use my nose to call the lift up and again to select the reception floor; and shared the lift with two of the door staff who had obviously seen it all before, but had not seen me like this before and they openly drooled over me.

At reception it was the same girl and I explained I had clothing to return but this coincided with a group of people, men and woman, coming up in the lift to register.

The first guy to the desk said "Hi Sarah, how's tricks?" But I spoke over him explaining that "Constance is waiting for me so could I get shot of these items?"

She shook her head and reaching out and taking my lead said to the guy "Sorry Tony, do me a favour, just hang this on one of those hooks up there for me will you whilst I book your party in?"

"But.."

He took me by my lead into the centre of the floor where above me there was the base of a pillar from the ceiling with brass hooks fixed around it. He reached up and hung my lead. Basically it was like a much taller, higher version of what you would put your dog's lead on at a pet-station; which says a whole lot about me at the moment!

Sarah had obviously pressed a button or something because Michael appeared again and took my items off me and confirmed locker four one one before leaving me still hooked up here.

Tony's party were followed by another, and another and I shouted across to Sarah "Don't forget about me here" giving her a dirty look.

She must have pushed the button again because Michael appeared again and had a quick word with Sarah and then come over to release me.

Except he didn't release me, he took my cuffs and raised them up bending me over and spanked me, much to the delight of those around me.

"Patience slave, know your place."

It was a further fifteen minutes before Sarah finally come around from her desk and released me, but also spanking me first for interrupting her earlier, and again for the dirty look. I was sent on my way with a red bum.

I made it back to Constance and she could see the look on my face and I told her all about what they had done to me expecting her to do something as she was a member; but instead she just laughed and explained that she had phoned earlier and requested that welcome for me; she would be tipping them on the way out.

She let me finish my now almost flat lager and then took me and locked me in those stocks and left me there.

I was paddled, flogged and spanked; and it was only when a guy was about to put his Dick in my mouth that Constance come and rescued me; expecting me to be grateful!

It was only when I was released from the stocks that I realised that Constance was now also naked, and with a steel slave collar and lead locked on like mine. Her collar had 'BITCH' engraved on it which made me laugh in spite of what I had just been through. I didn't know what was on mine so I asked her, she said "Cocksucker" which absolutely appalled me but I could do nothing about.

She explained we were now playing a dangerous game because without a master either or both of us could basically be taken by any un-collared person that wanted a little fun.

She handed me the handcuffs and I asked "What do I want these for?"

"Like Derr, to lock on me stupid" she said turning her back to me and holding her wrists out.

But we weren't taken slave by anybody, turns out she had just been winding me up to add to the excitement; only abandoned slaves locked in restraint like I had been in the stocks were for communal use, unless you had a 'Please Use Me' marker displayed on or by you.

Also, when we went to the toilets and I was washing my hands and looking in the mirror I saw that my collar wasn't marked 'Cocksucker' but just simply 'Slave'; I don't know why but I was happy at that.

We left the club after three am and taxied back to her apartment. Once out of the cab she dared me to put my thumbs in my bag and I did saying "You surprise me, after tonight I would have thought you would want this last feeling of public bondage for yourself."

She laughed "Too late, I am already locked in."

"Doc! Just how are we going to get into your apartment with our wrists like this?"

"You worry too much; Danny is on concierge duty all night, no worries."


28. Doting on Doctor

We had to press the buzzer to get in, Doc couldn't get her door swipe card out of her bag; we had to wait for around five minutes until Danny responded and buzzed to let us in.

Danny could see immediately that we were both drunk and both had our hands fastened and he just laughed and made a few rude comments about what he could do with us. Constance made it worse by challenging him to "Man up and prove yourself" but he wasn't biting or taking advantage of us in this state.

He insisted on taking the lift up with us just to make sure we didn't get into any more trouble and once up he fished the door key out of her bag and swiped us in.

I entered first and he unlocked my thumbs as I entered; then Constance but rather than her thumbs he released her top and skirt, letting them drop to the floor as he closed the door and left us to our own devices.

Constance was still up for a game of her restraint based bed-wrestling but I was exhausted and instead asked her to settle for a nightcap and bed.

The next morning we had a leisurely breakfast and then I got to work on her gynaecologist chair; measuring it up and researching the best parts I could get on the internet. Then I had a look at her computer and wifi system, it was more than adequate for what would be needed and so I went ahead and ordered the parts.

They should be here within the week but if not the concierge could sit on them whilst we holiday and I could install it all the following week before I return to work.

That done I went out for a fabulous Sunday lunch with Constance, just down Liverpool Street to the Hawksmoor at Spitafields, best steaks in town.

I was wanting to get back to my own place, I was actually starting to dream about wearing knickers again; you know, just for the novelty value; but Constance talked me into staying over one more night.

She had to be up early for work anyway on Monday and so I could get up with her and have all day at home.

The lunch was such that we knew we wouldn't be eating again today as we stopped at her local the Cross Keys for drinks and then finally up to her apartment.

I asked her what she had in mind for us and she said "Sex, fabulous sex, pure unadulterated sex! Then we can stop for wine, chocolate and a RomCom; then go to bed and have some more sex."

"Er Constance, will you lock your slave collar on me, please?" I again don't know why, but I just had this desire to be locked in a collar "and keep me in it until morning?"

She looked over the top of her wine glass at me and beamed; "Sandy, you are so different to Candy in so many ways, and the better I get to know you the further I am from her; I love that you are in my life now."

I paused, wondering why I was still playing this game with her when I knew she was actually ignorant of the business and anything that could help me and MI6; and then the reality hit me, it was because I wanted it, and I wanted and needed her; or at least someone like her to share these experiences with. I would have to be careful where this went because the end game wouldn't be pleasant.

"Constance, I am not ready for love, well, no, that come out wrong; I already know that I love you; I mean I am not ready for the commitment of love, getting into something I cannot simply walk away from. I want a man in my life but I just am not ready for that commitment and potential heartbreak yet so please regardless of what happens between us please consider and remember this; I will be looking for a man to share my life with."

"Sandy, honestly, that suits me fine because I certainly won't be true to you while you are away; and anyway, whilst I would love you as my partner I am more than willing to have you as my slave; don't move an inch" and she got up and went to her bedroom; I suspect to have a little cry as well as get me a slave collar.

She returned and locked the collar on me and instantly the mood lightened up. We finished our wine and Constance ordered me "Right, out of that dress Slave and onto my bed, I want to explore your body and torment you; and take my time doing it."

I laid on her bed in anticipation and from under the bed she slid out a length of board; about six foot long but only three inches wide and slim; some sort of sturdy plastic I think as it looked quite light.

For about a foot at either end there was a hollowed out groove with a leather cuff fastened through it.

She had me lay with my back on it and my arms stretched out as wide as I could and she fastened my wrists into the cuffs. Then she put like a handle thing into the end, it looked like one of those things men take wheel nuts off with and she turned it and my wrist was drawn out further as the cuff was drawn along the groove towards the end.

Then she went and repeated this on the other wrist until I was so stretched I was pleading with her to stop.

She locked my ankles in a spreader bar and extended this out wide; and took some cord and pulled my ankle spreader bar up towards the board thing my wrists were locked to until my knees were raised and my thighs as far apart as they would go in this position. Then she tied it all off tight.

I could hardly move a muscle. My anticipation had leapt up another few notches to an all-time high.

She looked down on me and smiled, in her own anticipation.

Then she locked a ring-gag on me.

She sat on the bed and leaned across me and with nothing more than her long fingernails started to oh so softly and slowly play with my nipples. It was unbearable but I had to bear it. Just touching across the top of the nipple, slowly dragging her nail across, then around the nipple; it tickled until it hurt.

I had done this to myself many times and whilst I got the sensation it was never like this. I must have subconsciously been stopping when the sensation grew too much, or shivered and pulled away from the brink; but she had no such barriers and took me there.

I could not contain the murmurs and groans of pleasure and pain. She kept at this slow, deliberate torture for what seemed like ages but was probably ten or twenty minutes until my nipples were starting to go numb.

I think she senses this because she let her lips take over, sucking and licking my nipples, and biting them until the full feeling returned and she resumed her finger tickling.

I was absolutely immobile, the way she had me I couldn't move my tits at all, flexing my chest muscles was as much as I could do.

I couldn't hide the massive orgasm; and she had only played with my nipples!

Then she moved between my legs. I won't bore you with the details but she was more particular with my pussy than she had been with my nipples and that is saying something!

Then she played her toys on me; oh my fucking God I was fucked!

What must have been two hours later we were sat watching George Clooney and Catherine Zeta Jones arguing and falling for each other and we were sharing wine and Thornton's chocolates; naked and cuddling.

The following morning her alarm had sounded and she had cancelled it and I had pulled her back and forced a sixty-nine on her. This made her late and we had to rush breakfast.

She unlocked my collar without any fuss and when I put my belt back on to get it home she had insisted on keeping one of the keys but was in such a rush she let me take the other.

I threw my dress on and managed to make the lift with her and walked her as far as my tube station; and she walked on to Charleston House.

From Monday through Friday I didn't see her again. I received her calls but wanted some time alone to think and play. Besides, whilst it was just a cover, I actually was enjoying writing about Dian Taylor; and had just finished a great bit in the story where Dian gets tied over a bench, gagged and blindfolded with Chinese balls in her and is spanked until she not only orgasms but pisses herself too! (Authors note - if you haven't already, please read 'Dian Taylor - Oh My God!' You will see just what a screwed up imagination Sandy has).

Not only was I enjoying my writing but it was good for my cover too; on my return from Doc's on Monday morning there was no evidence of anybody having been in my apartment but I remembered to check my book and it had been moved.

I awoke Friday morning and when Hal my lovely computer finally released me I got up and set about packing for my holiday, remembering the conditions Constance had made. It was exciting not even knowing where I was going.

A couple of times during the week I had been sat on my balcony and saw Claire, the new me, stood at her window smiling at me; but this was as close as we got. It was good to know they were still there though.


29. Holiday

I made it across to Doc's for twelve as agreed for lunch in a Greek place she knows just up the street; and then late afternoon we headed on to Gatwick.

Once settled into the Hilton we took our cases across and checked them in, just leaving our light pilots cases in the room to travel with; and went up to the 'Beehive' bar upstairs in the South Terminal for drinks and then a meal and wine in the neighbouring 'Giraffe' restaurant.

I really was excited, like a schoolchild on a mystery tour. All of this was normally well outside of my price range.

Back in our room we didn't have any bondage gear at all with us so we had to settle for some plain old vanilla action but we had to be up at six anyway and I just wanted to lay and cuddle her. Of course she wanted more and got it.

We were up early and showered together and dressed; both of us in strappy heeled sandals and short sexy dresses. She was commando but as I had said to her I was definitely wearing knickers for security and the flight.

It was only a thin pink G-String and my bum would still be bare but she gave me grief over this 'prudish' mentality.

We had to get the monorail link to the North terminal but after checking through security into the departure lounge and having breakfast at Jamie's Kitchen when I went to the loo my G-String strap snapped. I took them off and examined them and I could swear they had been cut almost all the way through with scissors; the bitch must have done it last night! And I was wearing the shortest dress imaginable safe in the knowledge I had knickers on!

As soon as I walked out and saw her face I knew for sure it was her, and her face gave away that she knew what had just happened, Bitch!

I wanted to go to one of the shops and buy some more but Constance said she would lift my dress all the time I was in any store other than for perfume and jewellery.

I didn't risk it, she had won this battle; but she did buy me a new belly jewel to make up, a bright yellow ruby on a gold locking bar which when we went to the toilet I let her fit. I loved it; no friend has ever bought me jewellery before so this was special.

Walking to the boarding gate I held her hand like we were a couple in love and grinned all the way. I wondered if any surveillance were still following us here but didn't really care; this holiday with Constance wasn't for Operation Dark Cloud, this was for me.

I hadn't been allowed to look at any of the departure boards and it was only when I got to the boarding gate that I saw we were going to Jamaica. Whoop whoop fucking Jamaica! I was expecting Spain, or her really pushing the boat out with the Canary Islands or maybe Cyprus; but the Caribbean; and Jamaica! Yeah Mon!!

I let my pilots case fall on its back whilst I hugged her and kissed her full on the lips; coming up for breath and saying "Jamaica, fucking bloody fucking Jamaica! Forget what I said, I love you! You are not a bitch, have never been a bitch; and I love you Doc Connie!"

She was absolutely beaming but prised my arms off her and whispered "Sandy, I love you too but you are holding my skirt up and we have an audience."

I turned around and the whole lounge was silent staring at us! I must have been so red, I could feel my face burning. I picked up my case and said loudly towards the largest group in the departure lounge "Sorry, I got a bit excited, it's my birthday and I thought we were going to Spain."

They didn't only laugh; some applauded and even whistled and cheered.

We took our seats quietly.

"You never told me it was your birthday Sandy, I would have got you something."

"It isn't, but it feels like it; and you have got me something, something really special."

I held her hand and she beamed.


30. Jamaica

Ten hours later we had landed and two hours after that we were getting out of a taxi at one hell of a beach villa on Negril Beach.

Constance already had the keys and having paid the taxi she buzzed the security gates open and led us to the door. It was fantastic.

She showed me around the place, three bedrooms, lounge, kitchen diner, pool, barbeque dining area, and private beach. She said it even has a basement which she will show me tomorrow.

"Hey, how come you know this place so well, you been studying the plans or been here before or something?"

She smiled, and stretched, and clapped her hands together then went to a cupboard and lifted out a couple of glasses, then took a bottle of Champagne from the fridge; "I own it."

Over several glasses of champers she explained that she bought this place new three years ago and didn't let it out, just used it herself but did let her friends and family use the place.

A quick unpack and shower and we walked down to the local town centre for some food and for Constance to introduce me to the Jamaican way.

Any surveillance here is going to stand out like a flashing beacon.

What a fantastic place! Bob Marley music everywhere, they absolutely worship the guy; and the smell of grass in every room of every building, even on the sidewalk.

Rastafarians all over the place and reggae, reggae, reggae! Yeah Mon!

Back in the master bedroom it was a blast, bondage on weed! How much was my imagination and how much reality I will never know but what a party!

Regardless of the six hour time change and jet-lag we were awake early. Constance said to get used to it, for some reason you always wake early in the Caribbean.

I wasn't even tired, I felt great and for the first time in three months, totally relaxed.

We had breakfast and then Doc said we would walk the dog down the beach.

"What, you have even got a dog here?" I asked in amazement.

She laughed and got a leather pouch out and some rolling papers and started rolling a couple of joints "Walking the dog has a different meaning out here Sandy; but don't worry, I am a Doctor; and this is good medicine."

It was!

The holiday was just what I needed. Great bondage, great sex, sunbathing, swimming, good smokes, food and lots of drink.

We ate in sometimes, walked to the local bars; had nights out in Montego Beach; climbed up Dunns Falls; cycled down the Blue Mountain (with a butt-plug in me) and got high at Ricks Café.

And the cellar, oh my god the cellar; it was a dungeon! She had it locked so that none of her friends or family would ever stumble upon it, and this is where she kept all her bondage stuff we had been using in the bedroom and lounge and around the pool and on the beach; but the cellar, wow!

Just about everything I had ever seen in any magazine, on the internet, movies, anywhere; she had it; and we used it. From medieval to modern; standard to bespoke; the whole works. She not only gave me her tongue; and good 'strap-on' sex; but an education; and throughout it all we never had a bad word or broke 'the gift'.

The beach was to die for, perfect sand, electric blue water, no seaweed, just starfish dotted about on the sea floor; and she even had her own loungers and parasol's on her own private beach.

I did have another moment of extreme embarrassment here on the beach though. I had Constance cuffed naked to a sunbed and I was whipping her with a short leather whip she had brought out. All week we had never seen a soul within four hundred yards of us. I was really tormenting her, making her scream and beg for mercy; I was going to get one hell of a promise out of her when I heard from behind me "Stop! Put the whip down and put your hands on your head."


31. Firm hand of the Law

I turned around there were two police officers there, both with guns but still in their holsters.

I tried to explain "But, it's not how it looks, we are,,,,"

"Stop! Shut up, hands on your head and turn around."

I was naked and scared and confused, I wanted to explain but the officer looked so aggressive. I turned around with my hands on my head. I heard one of them come behind me; he took my hands down one at a time and cuffed me behind my back; and then put me face down in the sand and patted me down. I was fucking naked and he still searched me! He even opened my legs and searched between them.

I wanted Constance to intervene, to explain, but I had gagged her.

They turned me over and even patted down my tits and pussy. I was terrified. They picked me up and I heard one of them on the radio "Yeah, a young white girl whipping the Doc, had her chained to a sunbed; and gagged. Torturing her; need transport for her; you'll have fun, she's young fit and naked."

Oh shit! What's happening here? I'm getting taken away! "Doc, Doc, help me, tell them; please officer, take her gag off let her tell you!" I was starting to cry I was so scared and frustrated.

The officers looked at each other and burst into laughter and ungagged Constance who was also giggling out loud "Yeah, I think that will do Marvin; fancy a drink?"

The bitch had set me up; they were only good friends of hers, genuine coppers but off duty and just put their uniforms on for this prank; and it bloody well worked.

They released Doc but not me, and we walked back up to the villa and Constance got red stripe beer out of the fridge for us all and we sat around the pool.

Constance remained naked just because she chose to; I remained naked because they had taken my left handcuff off and cuffed it to a branch above me.

Once I had cooled down and relaxed I did see the funny side of it though; and even said they could take my cuffs off now; I wouldn't do anything stupid like put clothes on or anything.

The party in the pool was interesting; underwater sex with a Jamaican on weed; how many firsts was that in one go!


32. Breakthrough

My breakthrough had come at the start of the second week.

Fully relaxed our bondage and sex sessions had slowed down, become more casual. More loving than lusting.

On the Monday Doc had chained me by the pool. She liked to do that when she went out for supplies or to the bank or anything. She had a twenty meter thin chain with cuff attached and she liked to chain me by the ankle naked to a ring set in the patio on the other side of the pool. I could use the pool, lay under a parasol, get to the cool-bar but couldn't quite touch the villa.

She liked to know I was laying naked waiting for her.

I liked it too so I always let her.

It was during one of these sessions that I laid down in the shade and my mind drifted onto the processing lines in L1-09. It was so peaceful and I was so relaxed my mind focused and it just snapped into place. I suddenly saw how lines one and two were almost duplicating each other as I had suspected; and line four could also merge with one and two. Lines three and five had different critical elements that alienated them from the other three lines; but those two could merge.

I thought it through, picturing the circuits, the software, the terminal processes; how the packets of data would flow and complement each other and communicate across the process. It was there, I could see it, this will work.

Doc was away most of the day and I laid there figuring it all out; how many terminals I would need, how many staff; even the likely end production rate and component efficiency levels. I was chuffed, to think I was doing this high on weed naked by a pool in the Caribbean!

I also found out more about myself. During the course of this holiday; a full fourteen days with a partner; I had very much become the submissive and she the dominant.

I had also confirmed in my own mind my interest in what I called the 'dark side'. Punishment.

To the point that when I was wearing my locked on slave collar, but only when wearing the collar; she didn't even have to restrain me to spank or cane me. She just had to order me and I would lay in her lap to be spanked; or stand and hold my ankles to be caned.

I wondered if she was slowly evolving to become more like Candy; but she was fair; whatever she done to me she always set it up so that she would receive the same; even holding her ankles while I caned her.

But I found that although I enjoyed playing with her and caning her; I preferred to be the one receiving rather than giving the caning, regardless of the pain; or maybe because of it; you know? I didn't understand this yet; how I could receive pain and enjoy it.

It was during the after effect of one of these sessions that Constance asked me about my earrings, did I never take them off? Did I not have any others?

I had forgotten about them I was so used to them now; I must be wary of that in case they can even hear me here through the built-in microphones Dax briefed me on.

"No they won't be coming off for a little while yet, not until I go back to work. You see they are like a reminder of my chosen bondage way of life, they are locked on and the release key is locked in a timer safe set for the morning I return to work."

"Sandy, I thought I had this stuff bad, but you always surprise me."

She never mentioned them again after this.

On the last night before our flight home I was locked in the old wooden stocks down in her cellar and after tormenting me, licking me, playing with me, and fucking me both butt and pussy with a strap-on; she caned the hell out of me. I mean, one hell of a caning.

She massaged me with oils and cream afterwards; and whilst I curled up in bed with her and cried she explained that she wanted me thinking of her all the way back to Britain, and there was no way I could sit and not think of that caning.

She was right; it was a night flight and I spent most of the time standing whilst all around me slept.

We arrived back at Gatwick a little after eight. I asked her what I owed her for the holiday but she wouldn't take anything on the condition that I would go back out with her in three months' time; I agreed and gave her the dates of my next middle two weeks off and I was home by eleven.

I could have done with a sleep but this was my 'pick-up Saturday' and I had to be dressed in my little yellow dress to show I was expecting a pick-up and be in the Whitehall Wetherspoon's by twelve thirty before going on to the Wellington Pub across the river by Waterloo for one thirty. Before I bought a drink I was to go straight to the loo where there were three cubicles, I was to use the centre cubicle and if there was no toilet paper there was no message; but if there was toilet paper then close and lock the door, it will be on a post-it note stuck to the rear of the door, and placed there at exactly one twenty nine.

I managed everything on time and sat on the loo reading my message. It read:

Old records show Victorian service tunnel under Thames at location.

Believe you are entering Charleston House North Thames, exiting from warehouse South side.

Don't know John Smith or Podiums.

Agree Doc probably ignorant, but not Garner - involved, 1 of the 12; good work with Doc's computer, now hacked.

Your place bugged and cameras, and camera on building entry door.

Team of 4 following you, 2 x guys 30 (blonde) & 40 (Bald) yr old, 2 x woman 20 (red) & 40 (black).

Everything good so far, don't take risks, patience.

I flushed it, washed my hands and got a drink. Had I needed to respond I was to leave my note inside the toilet roll; but I didn't. Then went on to a couple of shops and one more drink and a burger and then bed. I didn't even bother with any bondage, just sleep; on my belly; my bum still hurts that Bitch!

I had a leisurely week working on my bondage story and playing with my toys; apart from the Thursday that I spent at Doc's. The parts for her gynaecologist chair had arrived whilst we were away and Constance had said for me to come over Wednesday evening and spend the night; then after she went to work I could convert the chair and her computer for her.

I did this and was finished by lunch time but couldn't leave; the bitch had left me with that fucking prototype butt-plug locked in me! It wasn't vibrating but it was there; and if her chair didn't work when she got home she was switching it on and leaving me whilst she had a bath.

It worked.

I walked her through the computer programme, how to set it up, select a programme, duration and intensity. We had bought her the exact same intruder toys as me and I had set them up the same way with Bluetooth link and remote control from the computer.

I explained that I could link it to my home computer, a bit like facebook but with control; so that we could each see when either of us was using the computer bondage programme and would be able to log-in and play with the settings. I could even get remote cameras set up above my bed and her chair so we could see each other and talk through the computers like on Skype whilst we tortured each other from our own homes. She loved the idea and wanted it immediately but I explained it would have to wait until I got back.

I hassled her until she told me what the flights to Jamaica had cost, just eight hundred pounds each. I wrote out and made her accept a cheque for two thousand to cover the flights and airport hotel for the next one.


33. Disclosure

The following day I was back in Charleston house being processed and transported back to the facility. I didn't bother with knickers at all this time, little point. In fact the way it is going I may just throw my underwear draw out!

This time when I arrived at the facility and entered the slim lift-tube I only went down two levels and stopped. The door rotated open leaving me stood there naked with my wrists locked above me.

I was there two minutes before a mountain of a man dressed in black lycra shorts and top ambled over to me with an orange top, some shoes and a collar in his hands; and some sort of gizmo.

He must have been six foot five and built like a muscular shed.

"Hi Sandy, welcome back; I hope you had a good leave, you certainly have a great tan, and no bikini lines I see; lovely." I squirmed at my nudity not yet comfortable with the fact any strange bloke can see me naked these days. His deep baritone voice was fantastic, like an English Louis Armstrong.

"I'm Barry, head of facility security (He certainly looked secure! I noticed he had a gold collar on, first one of these I had seen and had to assume security had their own bronze, silver and gold structure), we will just get these sorted and you can carry on down for search."

He locked the collar on me and draped the top over my shoulder and then held the gizmo to my left earring and pressed something and it came off; then the right one too; I was pleased to get them off considering what they really were but had actually got so used to them and had forgotten all about them.

"Any chance I can have the same style again for my next leave?" I asked him.

"Yeah, shouldn't be a problem, I will make a note on your exit record."

He then had me lift my feet one at a time as he locked my shoes on.

"Okay Sandy, be good" he said and pressed something on the wall outside my lift I couldn't see and the glass door swivelled closed and I carried on down three more floors to level 2.

Here Jane met me and released me and I put my top on. She also commented on my lovely all over tan. She walked me to the medical lab and once more I was processed through the MRI type tube.

On leaving the lab Jane was taking me back to level one for my accommodation but I asked if instead I could be taken up to Bronze; she explained that really I should have an appointment but she would ask.

She picked up a wall phone and asked for Bronze, explained my request and said we were good to go.

Stood in front of Debbie Jane asked if I was needed in the search position, joking that it wouldn't be the same if I wasn't naked in the Bronze office. Debbie laughed and said that wouldn't be necessary; then asked me the nature of the request.

"I have done something whilst on leave that may constitute a security issue; I need to tell you about it."

"Oh, well in that case, yes Jane, search position."

Jane didn't actually need to do anything, I stepped into the floor discs and then entered my wrists up into the cuffs above me, and stretched and felt my top release and drop. Back in my usual position. Jane laughed out loud "I do love your double act; I will one day see you come and go from here with your top on Sandy, I'm sure" and walked away leaving us.

Bronze pressed a couple of buttons on her computer and spoke "Barry, I have Sandy here with me just about to start a security disclosure interview, can you listen in?"

Barry's low rumbling voice came back "Listening now."

"Okay Sandy, what is this about?"

"I have just had a sexual relationship with another staff member outside of the facility; I know that the security advice on the intranet says that these instances should always be disclosed at the earliest opportunity."

"Okay, nothing major then, tell me about it, and I mean all about it."

I talked her through my entire relationship with the Doc, and the holiday I had just had, the sex with the Jamaican coppers; and even the cameras I was planning on setting up in our homes and all the bondage stuff we had done and had planned.

"The Jamaican police officers, was it just the one you had sex with?"

"Er, is that really relevant?"

"Hell no, I'm just nosy, I love hearing a good juicy story."

"We both had sex with both of them, several times, with and without restraints."

"What, you restrained or the men?"

"The men were never restrained, and they showed absolutely no restraint with me."

She laughed at this and was leaning back in her chair with her hands on her head, she was loving it; probably added to by my current naked restraint in front of her and at her mercy.

"Are you and Doc Lavine in love? I mean is this a long-term commitment?"

"No, definitely not and I have explained this to her. She is probably having sex with someone or something as we speak. No, it is just sex, we tick each other's boxes (she laughed at this reference to her visit to me in my room). In terms of sex I am still very much just learning, in regards to love I haven't even started to learn and won't for some time. I am concentrating fully on my career and there is no room for love in my life, but hopefully lots of fun and sex whilst I wait for the right moment."

"Are you fully lesbian now? I mean most of your activity is female but you did do these Jamaican men?"

"No, I just love sex, especially bondage and sex; I love the female body but I am drawn more to men and think that when the time comes to settle down and show commitment, it will be with a man; but I am still open minded."

"Barry, any issues we need to take forward in private?"

After a pause Barry's voice come back "No, I have made the relevant notes on her record, no security breach or concern; and thank you Sandy for your honesty and transparency on this; can't wait to hear about your next holiday; logging off, thanks Bronze."

"Okay Sandy, you are not in any trouble for any of this. Doc Lavine is staff but not facility staff and as you didn't discuss any facility business with her then there is no security concern here. As for your sexual practice well I would be very hypocritical if I pulled you up for any of that. I too fully appreciate the female form and sex is a healthy outlet for many of life's needs. The drugs, well that was just Jamaica."

"Oh thank you Bronze, I was worried; I have come up with an idea to greatly improve my lab's production process and wouldn't want any security concern blocking any promotion that may come from it."

"That won't be a problem, just take your idea to your lab supervisor and we will see where it leads; three months to make blue if you want to match me and Donna. Don't forget, every raise in colour is a raise of ten thousand in salary. When you get to officer that increase doubles. Podium officers start on quarter of a million per annum. The incentive is there financially as well as the kudos for any advancement in technology and science that you achieve."

"Oh, and lovely suntan by the way; no tan-lines, lovely."


34. Naked Initiative

Jane returned and escorted me down to my level just in time for me to have a run and a swim before dinner. Running and swimming naked, just my collar, I have so missed this!

The following morning I waited for the lab to settle down and everybody to stop asking me about my holiday and commenting on my suntan, John the red supervisor even joked he was going to pull a search procedure on me to see my white bits; I told him he would have to look very hard.

Once it was quiet, business as usual I approached Stacey the pink senior supervisor and asked if I could present an idea I had on the production process. I immediately saw a grim look flicker across her face but then she smiled and said yes, of course I could present it.

I wasn't even half way through my explanation when she stopped me "Sandy, no, sorry, we have looked at this before and it doesn't work, but thanks for the effort and work you have put into this."

I continued to explain how it would work and she hadn't even heard me out yet and she stopped me again "Sandy, enough, get back to work."

I was getting quite angry and I started to argue.

"Pussy, consider this a warning for insubordination, get back to work and if I hear any more of this I will have you busted back to yellow and removed from this lab; now go!"

I went back to my position and carried on working, seething. The reds John and Valerie were embarrassingly quiet throughout this and trying to look the other way and appear busy.

When lunchtime came instead of going for lunch I returned to my room and got on the computer raising a complaint and requested to see Bronze.

I had just returned to the lab and resumed my work when John answered a call at his terminal and told me a black was on her way to take me to Bronze.

Stacey asked me and John what this was about just as Jane entered and asked for me so I managed to leave without confronting Stacey further.

I explained to Bronze exactly what had happened, and that I was really angry, that I wanted to be innovative, to prove myself as a scientist and not just be a sheep following established process and that staff should be rewarded for their ideas, not have them supressed as Stacey was doing, even threatening me with demotion for my efforts. That Pink had even told me to get back to what I was just about capable of and leave the thinking to the more experienced and intelligent.

I insisted to Bronze that my idea would work, I could prove it; and it would more than double production and half the staff; and increase the efficiency rating of the product perhaps to a facility record high.

Bronze explained this needed looking at, and that it was her issue in relation to how Stacey had performed if what I said was true, and she had no cause to doubt me; but that the idea was scientific and fell under Silver.

She contacted Carl, the Silver and having heard roughly what the idea involved said he would send Donna straight down to my lab to meet with me and listen to my idea.

Debbie said she would wait to see Donna's report, and would then consider my and Stacey's performance. Jane punched the air "Yes, as I predicted, in and out and keeping your top on" but as we left I lifted my top and flashed my bum at Debbie as I walked.

I walked into the lab alone, Jane having stayed in the lift and Stacey was right onto me; telling me I was bang out of order and never mind dark yellow, I was on my way right down to light yellow.

I wasn't arguing back as I didn't see the point, I had given her the chance to listen already and so just took it.

She was interrupted by the arrival of Green, Donna said "Hi" to Stacey, John and Valerie and then introduced herself to me. Jane was right, she is beautiful.

Donna asked Stacey to carry on with her business whilst she listened to my idea.

I talked and walked her through it, up and down the lines but was only on line two when John came over "Er, sorry to interrupt Donna, but an emergency in L3-05, you are required there immediately."

"Sorry Sandy" she excused herself, "we will have to continue this later."

As soon as she was out the door Stacey was up and on me again "Sandy, search procedure, middle of the room, now!"

I didn't argue, in fact I even snatched my own top off and shoved it into Stacey's hands as I went straight to the centre and opened my legs and entered my heels onto the discs and my arms into the cuffs and let it stretch me onto my toes.

Stacey threw my top onto her own console and came right up to me, face to face; then turned and walked away a few steps as if thinking of something to do or say.

I saw John staring at me, not my face, my body; "Sorry John, no white bits for you" I joked making light of the situation.

"Lovely, absolutely stunning" he said shaking his head as if in disbelief; and from behind me I heard a female voice "and a bum to die for."

Stacey stormed back up to me, she was livid; she grabbed both my nipples between her thumbs and fingers and twisted them making me scream out just as Carl the Silver walked in.

It was the first time I had seen him, tall and skinny, maybe six three; and totally bald.

"Stacey, I saw that, it will be reported to Bronze; now release her and give her back her top."

"No, you may be Silver but you are science, not staff, I am the senior staff supervisor here and she is my staff; she won't be getting her Orange back at all, yellow if she is lucky."

"Stacey, you are on thin ice here, release her and give her the top, now."

She pressed a button and I was released, but she still refused to return my top in an attempt to embarrass me further "Pussy here is never getting Orange back, if you want her dressed you can take her to clothing for a light yellow."

"Stacey, warning for insubordination, I will report to Bronze following this meeting."

He turned to me "Sorry Pussy, oh, sorry, Sandy, come on and I will take you to clothing."

Now released my nipples were so erect from being tweaked by Stacey and I so wanted to massage them, and not being able to because of the audience was frustrating me and I think keeping them erect.

I stepped back and thought about my clothing, and said "no, Silver, but thank you, it is more important I wait here to brief Green on her return, the nudity doesn't bother me."

"That is why I am here, I heard Donna being called away and knowing about this I decided to come myself; please explain your idea to me."

I started again, for the next hour walking him through each and every stage of the process and was almost finished, explaining about how lines three and five could be merged when the door opened and Green walked in accompanied by Bronze. It turned out that when Stacey disobeyed Silver and quoted her being the senior staff supervisor John had put a call out to Bronze, bless him.

Green saw me naked, took a double look; then saw my Orange top beside Stacey at her console and smiled, she had obviously sussed out exactly what had happened; and I think Bronze too.

Bronze asked "Stacey, why do you have Sandy's top? Why is she naked if not being searched?"

"Because this is an Orange top and I am demoting her with immediate effect, down to light yellow; and I wish to complain about her attitude and acceptance of discipline and have her removed from this lab."

"I will make all decisions on promotion and demotion, you are getting a little above yourself there Pink; and I will await Silver's report before I decide if anybody is leaving this lab. Now give her the top back."

She still stood there, looking furious but not moving.

"Stacey, warning for insubordination; be in front of my desk at eight am; give her the top now or you are visiting Gold immediately."

She marched over to me and threw the top in my face but I caught it and held it.

Stacey faced Bronze, tears starting to drop down her cheeks, and said "I told her the idea was no good; that if it could have been done it would; but she wouldn't listen, and now it has come to this; ridiculous; once she has been proved wrong I want an apology and her demoted to light yellow for her trouble."

Bronze looked at Green, Green looked at Silver, and Silver looked at me; "Sandy, would you like to pop your top back on and continue where you left off.?"

I carried on showing and explaining my theory, still naked and carrying the top; Bronze stopped me "Sandy, I said you can put your top back on now, and I am sorry you have been embarrassed in this unprofessional way."

"Bronze, thank you, but I don't want this Orange top anymore, Either I am wrong in which case I will completely apologise to Stacey and walk naked to stores for my yellow; or I am right in which case I want an apology from her, and her Pink for myself and she can do the walk of shame to clothing."

I didn't wait for a reply, but just carried on with Silver where I left off.


35. Imagination

"So there you have it, what do you think?" I said to Silver completing my explanation.

He stared at me, and then walked off and up and down the lines; and then taking a seat and resting with his head back and his eyes closed. We all waited with baited breath.

Silver got out of his chair and clapped his hands once; "Sandy, I congratulate you...."

I smiled, ecstatic, waiting for him to finish......"You have one fantastic imagination."

Oh no! He doesn't get it, or maybe I am just wrong. But if he doesn't see it then my idea is dead either way and my promotions with it and Operation Dark Cloud; shit!

I heard a "Whoop" from Stacey and Donna put her hand on my shoulder as if to take me away; and Bronze had turned on her heel and was heading for the door; obviously in disappointment.

"No, you misunderstand" Silver continued, "She has a fantastic, a magnificent imagination to see this. To invent something you must first see the possibility, imagine something that doesn't exist and then make it; what Sandy has done here is breath-taking."

Bronze paused, turned around and returned. Donna slid her hand down and patted me on my bum; Stacey was crestfallen.

"I do not know if I could have done this myself if not guided to the possibility by Sandy; certainly not with my current workload and distractions. Sandy, correct me if I am wrong, but let me explain."

Aiming his explanation at Stacey and Bronze that were stood together by the Pink console he continued "Imagine the London underground map, and being able to see in your mind every colour, every route, intersection, station and terminus; then imagine that ten times bigger with ten times as many colours and stations and intersections. You need to be able to see that in perfect detail in your mind just to picture what is happening on line one."

"Then replicate this process for line two with a different underground system; and overlay it onto line one; and then again for line four and overlay it again. Then imagine snakes and ladders going up and down connecting the three maps; and the transfer of packets of data between the three; keeping all this alive simultaneously in your mind; that is what she has done here, right Sandy?"

"Silver, that is exactly how I done it." I was beaming.

"Then, as if that isn't enough, she has tried to add the maps for lines three and five and tested them, re-jigged them, but found they didn't work, but not giving up has then repeated this process for three and five alone and found she could merge them. Donna, do you see it?"

Donna replied immediately "I understand what you describe, but would have to work my way through it, I missed most of Sandy's explanation but appreciate the incredible piece of work she has done here whether it works in practice or not."

"Oh it will work" Silver replied, "I am every bit as confident as Sandy; and anyway Lab L1-01 is vacant now so we can build it there without even pausing this lab's production. Sandy, well done, this is tremendous; you have a real talent and one heck of a brain; Donna, I think you and I are going to have our positions threatened by this young lady."

Debbie took over at this point "Thank you Carl, and you too Donna; you two can obviously see to taking this forward; just let me know what staffing you need. Stacey, my office at eight am, but first tell me, have you supressed ideas from the floor before?"

"No Bronze, nothing of note anyway."

Bronze then walked over to the dais that overlooked the five lines and addressed everybody "Have any of you raised ideas such as this before but had them knocked back? Tell me now because I can easily have security do a specific word search of our audio archives."

First one hand went up, an Orange called Michelle, then hesitatingly another dark yellow that I had never really spoken to, she always seemed a bit spaced out and dizzy; she was cute little young skinny Blonde girl called Steph.

"Michelle, you first" Bronze directed the Orange.

"Almost a year ago when I was Dark Yellow I pointed out that lanes one and two could be merged but Stacey wouldn't have it, she had been involved in developing and building the five lines and said she knew the process better than anyone and it wouldn't work. I argued and stupidly lost my temper and said stuff and got knocked back to light Yellow; it has taken me all this time to make Orange again. Since then I have also worked out that lines three and five could merge but I learned my lesson last time and didn't say anything in case I was demoted again. I never saw merging four with one and two, that level of mental computation in my brain was beyond me; but with software and the opportunity to build a model I could possibly have got there."

Bronze thanked Michelle for her honesty and asked Steph to speak.

"Well, I never actually raised it, but as a Dark Yellow and working the two lines I had seen they could be merged, it was obvious, quite simple really; and when Michelle was arguing the point I interrupted and supported her but got demoted back to light yellow for insubordination, for laughing at Pink. I made it back to Dark Yellow quite quickly; I feel I should be past Orange by now but will never get even considered for promotion. Never being Orange I never got the opportunity to see the other lines."

"Thank you Steph, and I assure you your promotion potential will be considered immediately. Anybody else got anything to say?

John, the red spoke up "Yes, just as an aside, I raised this incident at the time with our Blue, Dawn, and I know she liaised with Stacey and agreeing with her made the demotions happen through you. I have also this morning reported Sandy's incident to Dawn."

"Thank you John, it would appear that you at least have respected your supervisory duties."

"Er, and Vallerie" added John, "I conferred with her on both occasions before approaching Dawn."

"Noted, thank you; Stacey, change of plan, in my office now; John, my office eight am, Sandy eight thirty, Michelle nine, Steph nine thirty; Donna have Dawn report to me in one hour; and then could you and Carl please give me reports on this?"


36. Midnight stroll to Orgasm

After Carl and Donna had agreed to work together on this and make a single report for Bronze she looked at me and smiling said "and for God's sake Sandy, please put your top back on, everybody has seen your suntan now and I wouldn't want you to put somebody's eye out" which gained lots of laughter from all around. I looked down and my nipples were still rock hard and sticking out like coat hooks! I put my top on but it did nothing to hide the state of my nipples.

Stacey went away with Bronze and Silver and Green hung around discussing the new project for a while and eventually the lab got back to as normal as it could for the rest of the day; Stacey didn't return but later John got called up.

I decided to use the anxiety of the moment as an excuse to see what the facility looked like at night; a genuine reason for walking the facility after hours.

I had my exercise and meal and drinks and was in bed for nine.

A little after midnight I pressed the button by my right wrist and after a pause security answered, a male voice "Yes Sandy, how can we help?"

"I would like released please" I explained.

"Will you be leaving your room?"

"Yes, I have a lot going on at work, a complaint being considered and I just cannot sleep; I need to go for a walk."

"Okay Sandy, I see from your record you have not been out at night before, are you fully aware of the procedure; that you will need to be in shoes and yoke and otherwise naked?"

"Yes, Bronze explained it and I have read up on it on the intranet."

"Okay, enjoy your walk, any problems just press any intercom button; releasing you now."

My cuffs clicked open and I got up and used the bathroom.

Then, shoes locked on I went up to the yoke that was set into the wall. To lock it on I had to enter my heels into two discs set well apart in front of the yoke and then lean forward and enter my head and hands into recesses in the wall and then lower my neck and wrists onto buttons set in the bottom of the collar and cuffs. There was a brief pause and then the collar and cuffs snapped shut; with the yoke collar above my own collar.

I was held there a good minute, totally helpless and vulnerable until finally the yoke clicked free of its mounting and I could withdraw my head from the recess and stand. Then my heels also released from the floor.

I pressed the door release and stepped out, my door closing behind me.

Well this was it, time for some naked restrained floor walking.

It felt weird but I went on, and as I walked I was met by Black after Black, and every one stopped for a chat; a suspicious mind would think they knew I was out like this and they had come down for a look.

It was funny seeing everything locked down but all the facility lights just as they were during the day.

It had gone from feeling weird to feeling kind of liberating; exciting being helpless and displayed like this in a lit up facility so huge; my shaved pussy out on display.

The main concourse was deserted; the pool and running track were still open but not in use; I would maybe try that one night, could be fun to swim and run naked and alone.

The concourse bars and restaurants were empty but as I entered the courtyard I heard voices and went over to be nosy.

Debbie and Donna were sitting at a table with a couple of other female officers and a suit. I was pleased to see the security applied equally to the podium and officers and they were sitting naked. The suit, a man, was still in his suit; lucky fella!

Jane was dead right; Donna is drop dead beautiful; one hell of a body, like a swimsuit model; but Debbie was still a class above with her comic book fantasy body.

I wandered over; I certainly had their attention anyway stood here naked with my wrists either side of my shoulders, and thought they would want to know what I was doing walking about like this at this time of night; and it wasn't as though I hadn't been naked for over an hour today in front of Debbie and Donna anyway; plus Debbie was kinda familiar with me in this state anyway.

Debbie got up and pulled a seat out for me to sit in and introduced me to the others "Guys, this is Sandy that we have just been talking about, don't worry Sandy, it was all good; and the suit here is Gareth "Hi Sandy", he's in charge of new projects; this (indicating a tall brunette) is Rita, your Purple "Hi Sandy"; and this (a Whitney Houston look-a-like, in her good days) is Macy, our Gold "Hi Sandy, nice to finally see you after all the good things I have heard"; Donna obviously you know. As you may have guessed we have met to discuss your innovative idea and project, and well, just kind of developed into drinks as it does. What brings you here?"

I explained about not being able to sleep and daring to finally step out at night for the first time.

Gareth joked that it was a shame I wasn't quite an officer yet, there was something in the Private Officers club that possibly helps get rid of anxiety and helps sleep; he was laughing nervously as he said this as though it was possibly inappropriate in some way.

Gold chirped in that we shouldn't let the lack of officer status stop anything, the rate I was being promoted I would probably be the new Gold in a week.

Bronze added "That's maybe not a bad idea, the club I mean, not replacing you Macy (laughs all round); Sandy's interview notes show that she enjoys that particular social pleasure if it is one of the special chairs you are referring to Gareth; it may also further motivate her promotion to Blue once she has tried it; not that she needs any added motivation the way she is going."

Some conversation followed about the rights and wrongs of me having a special once only visit to the Officers club; on the condition I could not breathe a word of it to anyone. The general consensus was that there were more rights than wrongs; as long as they could all watch. I was well intrigued so I automatically agreed when Gareth said "Agreed then, Sandy can try the chair out, once only; those that want to can continue their drinks in the club and watch; and Sandy is sworn to secrecy until, and if, she makes Officer for real."

Everybody stood and I was shown the way to the club. I couldn't help but notice that the shaved pussy look also applied to podium, even Gold.

Once in the club Gareth contacted Security and instructed yoke A1-72 to be released and immediately my cuffs popped open and after a five second pause my yoke collar too. Debbie took my yoke and placed it on a chair at the table where their drinks were. Donna had brought fresh drinks over and had brought me a large red wine; obviously Debbie had told her my usual tipple.

I had a couple of quick drinks and then Gareth led me over to a wacky seat. It was all steel tubes and black leather padding. He sat me in it and I had to lift my feet up and out and place my ankles into leather cuffs that he buckled; and then my wrists into loose leather cuffs that had cords with steel plug ends, rather like the ones in my room. He turned to Rita, who just happened to be the closet and asked her to look after the probes.

I had already seen them, well you couldn't miss them; glass dildo's with wires inside fixed to a pad mounted on a large spring onto a pole right between my legs.

Rita took a sachet and opening it took out a moist paper towel and wiped the probes; and then bum first entered them into me and slid and locked the pole so that the spring would keep them well inside of me regardless of my movement; not that I could move much.

To break the ice I said "Nice to meet you Rita."

"Yes, you too, and believe me, the pleasure is all yours" she replied.

Gareth went on "Normally Sandy you would do all of this yourself; this pad I am looking at is basically just a tablet where you select the programme; you can also set minimum and maximum boundaries but we will just go with the programme. There are currently fifty two programmes, like songs, different beats, tempo's, bass, that kind of thing. Would you care to give me a number between one and fifty two?"

Naturally I responded "Twenty Six" and smiling he entered it.

"Okay Sandy, it isn't too late to back out of this, but it will be an experience; but if you want to go on simply plug your wrist cuffs into the two restraint sockets above and either side of you and after a ten second pause the programme will begin; it auto-releases you at the end of the programme."

Smiling, but nervous, I plugged my cuffs into the sockets.

Debbie held my glass up to my mouth and I took a final drink.

The chair started up, my intruders softly vibrating, for perhaps a minute; and then Oh My Fucking God! I don't know what this song is but it has started with a drum solo! There is nothing physically moving inside of me but it feels like I am actually being fucked for real; but ten times harder and ten times faster oh dear God.

It slows then picks up again; heavy sessions and light sessions; some just keeping me floating on the tip of real pleasure; others making me want to scream out loud. Then the orgasms come; well I say come; they were fucking ripped right out of me!

It turns out that was pretty much just the introduction; then the real fun began; must be the fucking 1812 overture! I don't know how long I had been doing this, but I eventually realised I was actually screaming out loud; and begging and pleading and worshiping and laughing and all sorts of hysterics. The gang were loving it; one noise in particular that I must have just invented caused Donna to spill her drink down herself!

How many orgasms I don't know; maybe just one that lasted half an hour and warbled a lot; what I do know is that it was fucking stupendous!

The programme stopped and thirty seconds later the wrist cuffs popped out. I could now release myself and remove these probes but I didn't, I just lay there, floating, exhausted.

Debbie handed me my drink and asked "Well Sandy, what do you think?"

I drank, and drank until the glass was dry, got my breathing just about back and replied "I want one, in my room, I want one, now."

Debbie laughed and said this would not be possible; there were only two in the whole facility (this one and the one right beside it); I would just have to make Officer sooner rather than later if I wanted another go.

Rita helped me untether my ankles and remove the probes; and handed me a different sachet; this one a sterile cleaning agent and I opened it and cleaned the probes and the mounting pad.

That was the best self-bondage sex experience ever, that is going in my book; poor Dian Taylor is going to suffer in that chair like I just have; maybe even more than I have. She'll love it the bondage addicted little slut.

Debbie got me another drink in while I went to the rest room and cleaned myself up and cooled down; I was shimmering in sweat, head to toe.

Back at the table Macy and Rita had gone but Gareth Debbie and Donna were still there finishing their drinks. I sat and chatted and thoroughly enjoyed my drink. I explained I just had to visit that chair again, frequently.

Debbie said that there were a lot of pent up stresses in the facility, being away from home and social life for months at a time it was more like a women's prison than a high-tech work place; and the chairs were an important release. There were other items in the club like a self-spanking machine, timed restraint systems where you could set yourself up for display or whipping or anything; and sybians and the like.

I asked why they were on display and not in a private area?

Debbie explained "Some get off on using the devices, others just through watching but not participating; some through helping or doing the restraining or the spanking or the whipping or whatever. Basically we sacrifice the privacy so that we can all help each other; but all in secret; nothing that happens in here ever gets mentioned outside the club."

Debbie gave her apologies but said her and Donna would have to leave now, but Gareth would look after me; it was him that had to fit the yoke back onto me anyway and call it back in with security that I was alone and walking again. She would see me in her office in the morning, and "Well done today; Silver is chuffed with you."

I still had half of my drink left and Gareth had most of a pint left so we continued sitting and talking about life in general. Strange sitting naked in an empty club with a bloke in a suit I have never met before; and I am not even trying to cover myself or anything; bit of a waste of time trying after the show I have just put on.


37. Swallowing my pride for the Queen

Gareth gives me a tour of the room, shows me all the restraints and devices and stuff that the officers can use themselves or with each other. There are also board games, chess boards set up, pool tables, dart boards and the likes set around and even gaming tables.

As we head back to our table and my yoke I am saying "I like it, really like it; stuck here three months at a time this is just what is needed; and it helps that all the girls are so fit and good looking."

"It certainly does, it is always a real pleasure coming down here; especially tonight and seeing you and your trial in that chair; you were amazing."

"Ha, thank you (I try to look coy and blush), yes, I have to make Officer status quick now because they are going to be even longer nights knowing this club is here and I cannot get in."

"Careful what you wish for Sandy, with promotion to Officer there is an awful lot you have to swallow to do the job; some of it you won't like but I cannot tell you until the promotion time comes and then you can consider your options and whether or not promotion is for you."

"Gareth", I looked him in the eyes as he closed the cuffs on my yoke, "I would swallow anything to get back in here whenever I wanted" emphasising the 'anything' and smiling.

He paused, and then contacted security to say he had locked me in the yoke and we were now leaving the club.

As we stepped out he asked "Like anything, and now?"

"Anything, and please yes now."

I walked with him along past the jewellery store and we arrived at an unmarked steel door; he explained "This is a P room, P for private. There is one on each floor where us suits can conduct business in private; there are no cameras in here and normally no microphones but assume we can be heard."

He held a fob to a panel and the door slid open and we entered.

I knew what he meant, no surveillance in the room, but there was a microphone built into my collar which he couldn't remove.

The room was carpeted, the first carpet I had seen in the facility; and there was a table and chairs and also easy chairs. There was a coffee and soft drinks machine in the corner.

He turned and faced me, just looking at me. I dropped to my knees and then with my knees apart I sat on my ankles. My hands were no use to me with them being stuck out wide in this yoke.

He stepped over to me and unzipped and pulled out his cock, just letting it dangle in front of me but as I watched it gained erection and started to raise up and point at me.

I raised my body, adjusting my knees and took him in my mouth; just tongue and lips at first until I had him slippery down the girth and around his foreskin.

Then I worked him in and out licking the end of his knob and then playing my teeth on him.

He was gasping, and as I continued his legs started to shake.

I prolonged it, taking it as slowly and as sensually as I could, but built it, ever increasing the manipulation of my lips and tongue on his head and down the shaft; taking him so deep I could lick his balls.

I could tell he was close and then he gripped the back of my head, taking handfuls of hair in his hands. His legs stopped shaking, he leaned forward on his toes and holding my head forced his cock into the top of my throat and fired; and it pumped and pumped with each throbbing beat as my gag reflex tried to work.

Finished, he didn't move; still he held me by the head until he had shrivelled and only then did he back out.

I didn't need to worry about where to spit; the way he had done it I had nothing in my mouth to spit; it had gone straight down my throat.

Just as it was leaving my mouth I again closed my lips around the knob and licked him clean.

He stepped back and put it away zipping up.

He had a huge, content smile on his face; I don't know why it came into my mind; but as I smiled up at him and licked my lips I wondered if Debbie and Donna had been here before me and earned their entry to the club this way; it was no mistake they left me with him.

I had a bad feeling about him, I had just done what I had with deliberate purpose, not because I wanted his cock, because I didn't; but for Queen and country. This was my first interaction with a suit and I wanted to make something of it; to gain a familiarity that may lead to something useful. The way he had to dominate me at the end, holding my head and forcing his penis into my throat; he gets a kick out of power, and I don't think he is a nice man.

Still we had not spoken when the door slid open and we left the P room.

"Thank you Sandy; good luck with your next promotion to Blue" he said turning away.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you knew; I'm just Orange at the moment, Red and Pink before I get a return gig on that chair."

"Oh, shit, yeah; but no, you have proven your potential tonight; I am sure we will see you back in that chair pretty soon; but we may need to chat again first" he finished as he walked off.


38. Double Whammy!

The following morning I was taken up to Bronze by a black, a girl I hadn't met called Paula, she was nice enough but a lot more formal than Jane.

The meeting with Bronze went well; it was as though last night hadn't happened, which suited me fine. She was apologetic that my idea had been supressed by Pink and that yesterday's show was necessary, and assured me that Stacey was being dealt with appropriately.

She asked me what staff I would need to put my idea into practice and I said just a couple of thinkers and a couple of 'doers'. Could I have Orange Michelle and Dark Yellow Steph as they were already on tune with the project; and possibly Light Yellow's Gill and Hannah; and a suitable supervisor of course?

Debbie said I could have Red Michelle and Orange Steph (but not to tell them yet, she wanted to) and Gill and Hannah; but would I take Stacey as an Orange?

I bit my tongue and tried to hide my smile at Stacey's rapid demotion and shook my head "Sorry Debbie, but I have too much to lose if this doesn't work and I couldn't trust Stacey not to sabotage something."

"No I thought as much, you will have to make do with what you have then. You have a funny look on your face, are you feeling okay?"

"No, fine, maybe something I swallowed last night." It was a cheap trick and only said on the spur of the moment to test her but she failed the test; her eyes gave her away as she thought about Gareth and last night; she knew fine well what he wanted from me because she had been there herself to get her promotion.

"What about the senior supervisor?" I asked. "Am I getting a new one? Or is Michelle leading as Red?"

"You may have guessed already but this is what we were discussing last night; Donna and I wanted you promoted to Pink but Gareth and Macy said that a double promotion from Orange to Pink was unprecedented and they couldn't allow it. But they were appreciative of your brave stance and motivation in what you did and so allowed an open vote but Rita sided with them. When I left last night you were being promoted to Red; I come in this morning and there is a message from Gold to give you Pink. I don't know what you did to impress Gareth last night (oh really?) but whatever it was keep doing it. Congratulations, get yourself to clothing, there is a pink top waiting for you."

I bounced and screamed in delight "Yes, double whammy! But what about my Red top, I look good in Red" I said totally in jest.

"You would look good in a sack, and even better in Blue, now clear off before I change my mind and agree with you."

Linda, the Ginger Black was here to collect me and even though she wouldn't understand the joke I released my top letting it fall and stepped out with one foot and with the other lifted it and propelled it into Debbie's hands "another one for your collection" I said as we headed off for my Pink. Walking naked alongside Linda she asked why I had just done that. Didn't I realise I would now have to walk naked all the way to clothing? I laughed out loud and said for her to ask Jane.

I love Pink; it will really show my tan off. I was that happy I even gave Jimmy a show doing a full turn to let him appreciate my all over tan. I am getting to be a right hussy.

I was to report direct to L1-01 to await the arrival of my staff through the morning; and take a team briefing from Donna at eleven but couldn't resist going first into my old L1-09 to show my pink off.

When I got there John was in Pink, I think he was proud and embarrassed, proud of the promotion but not too happy having to wear pink lycra top and shorts! He was apparently the only male Pink in the facility; perhaps this would give him the motivation to make Blue quick.

Stacey was in Orange and once I had finished talking with John she came over to me and surprised me by apologising "Sandy, congratulations on your promotion, you deserve it and equally I fully deserve my demotion; after my meeting with Bronze I cried all night realising how stupid I have been; I was obviously out of my depth here as Pink and the way I have treated you Michelle and Steph is totally wrong; I am so sorry, I don't deserve it but please forgive me."

Wow, well I never saw that coming. "Stacey, I too am sorry it happened as it did, but I was determined, I knew my idea was good and would have resigned before I backed down; but I am sorry you have been demoted even though I think you did deserve it."

We spoke some more finishing with Stacey giving me a hug and a kiss and getting back to work with no hard feelings.

As I walked to leave the lab Valerie stood and started clapping; I turned around embarrassed and one by one they all stood and applauded; when the tears came I turned and scampered out to L1-01.

Apparently Bronze had already briefed the L1-09 team through John that whilst my project could half the staff nobody need fear losing their job; on the contrary it would mean half of them joining the new project once it was running and the others getting a totally new project; and a change is as good as a rest.

I had been given a month by Donna at the briefing to get my first component manufactured. With Michelle, Steph, Gill and Hannah I had a very happy team and a Blue called Lily would be leading us and arranging the apparatus we needed. I couldn't but think that she must have loved her previous role - Lily the Pink!

The following weeks were hard work and I put everything I had into it.


39. A Bronze booking

One Wednesday night having continued with my daily running, swimming and gym exercises I had finished my dinner and was relaxing in the courtyard having a large glass of red with a few of the girls when Debbie was passing by and stopped to talk.

"Sandy, you're looking rather tired, I hope this project isn't taking too much out of you; perhaps an early night would do you good."

"Oh, Bronze, I feel fine, but thank you, I will take your advice and make this my last and then bed."

"Good girl, and good work, Donna tells me you are progressing ahead of schedule."

She walked on leaving me pondering her message.

Forty five minutes later I was laying naked in bed, ankles and wrists cuffed to the walls when the door opened and in walked Debbie.

Without speaking she locked her heels in the discs and removed her shoes, dropped her Bronze top, joined me in bed and started kissing me, her hands exploring.

Having gotten me incredibly excited she stood back up and pressed the escape key on the TV / Computer keyboard and my cuffs released. She drew me out of the bed and took my place, cuffing her own ankles and wrists and smiling at me.

I needed no more encouragement and climbed between her legs and did some exploring myself.

I was determined to make this memorable for her and put into practice absolutely everything I had learned from Claire and Doc; and from Bronze herself.

Having such an impossibly awesome body naked and restrained for my pleasure made my work easy and enjoyable and I spent the best part of two hours tormenting and pleasuring her through orgasm after orgasm; making her writhe in ecstasy.

Finishing with some serious kissing I released her and standing we embraced and kissed some more. Then she laid me on the bed and re-cuffed me.

She kissed me one last time, played her fingers across her pussy and held them to my face and I licked them.

She simply smiled again, put her top and shoes back on and left. Not a word had been spoken.

The following evening I was back in the courtyard again having a glass of wine this time with Michelle and Steph when Bronze carried a tray of four large wine glasses over, two white and two red. She gave me a red and white to the other girls; she had obviously asked the barmaid what we were drinking.

"Congratulations girls on the good work you are doing, these glasses are courtesy of the podium and the bar for you girls will stay open without limit for the night; your names are behind the bar. Don't worry about thick heads in the morning, Lily has been told to manage without you all until noon."

We all giggled and smiled at each other and thanked Bronze.

Then to me she said "Sandy, you are looking much better tonight, much more relaxed and refreshed; that early night did you good."

"Yes, thanks, I didn't even realise how much I needed it; I will make every Wednesday my 'in bed by eight' night from now on."

"Good girl, and a smashing idea, I may just join you."

She finished her glass and congratulating us for our work again she left us.

"Good girl, I just may join you" mimicked Steph, "I take it she meant going to her bed at eight, not going to your bed!" she joked.

"Now that's something I would pay to see" added Michelle, "I once saw Bronze naked and believe me it is a sight worth seeing; Her on top of your body? The movie would be worth millions."

"Michelle, if it is that good I would pay to see it!" I added, all of us laughing. If only they knew.

We took full advantage of the free bar until ten to eleven when Michelle said we would have to go now or sit and drink naked and leave our tops here for the naked walk back to our rooms. I asked if that bothered her and she explained that sometimes the thought excited her (being a bit tipsy and making confessions) but she had been lucky since she got here and apart from the initial entering process had only been searched a couple of times actually in the facility and hardly ever been seen naked so it still kind of embarrassed her.

Steph surprised us both and said she preferred being naked, she was proud of her small but perfectly formed body and would work naked given the chance.

Michelle laughed out loud and said this was scandalous; I said as Pink I may enforce a naked working practice and we all laughed again, all of us heading towards drunk.

Before Michelle actually got around to leaving the eleven o'clock chime sounded with the announcement over the communal areas speakers that all persons about the facility had to be available for instant visual inspection; all dress had to be removed.

"You tricked me" shouted Michelle, "You kept me talking and distracted and you tricked me!"

Steph already had her top in her hand and I handed her mine. She went across to Michelle and started pulling hers up; Michelle grabbed it trying to cover herself but I leaned forward and said "Too late Michelle, you're in the streaker club now like it or lump it."

Letting Steph take it she repeated with pouting lips "You both tricked me."

Steph hung our tops on hooks adjacent to the bar and brought three more drinks back with her.

I looked around and we weren't the only ones still out; there certainly weren't many but there were people at two other tables although distant from ours. There was a guy at one of them but I never got close enough to fully appreciate his finer point.

Steph was also right on the mark with her self-assessment; she was indeed small but very perfectly formed. Hats off to Stan Garner and his recruitment process, this facility could be a modelling agency.

That was quite some party; three other girls that were also celebrating an open bar courtesy of Bronze joined us, they soon worked out that I was the infamous 'Pussy' that gave a public orgasm display once during a search and had a great time ribbing me about it and asking for a performance. Drinking like this in the large courtyard naked but for locked on stiletto's and collar was really surreal.

We eventually agreed well after midnight when Michelle slid off her chair that we had had enough and supporting Michelle we headed back to our rooms; and the next day took full advantage of our late start.

Our tops were waiting for us on the hooks outside our doors when we did surface.

I was thoroughly enjoying my time as Pink, bossing everybody about; getting respect from the girls; and really creating something. Lily was lovely, really friendly but also very efficient making sure everything I needed was delivered immediately. I couldn't help but be envious of her though, not just her lovely sky blue top but that she could be using one of those marvellous Officers Club chairs every night whilst I laid in frustration cuffed in my bed not even able to play with myself.

Bronze visited me again the following Wednesday and had me locked in my yoke but still set in its place keeping me as though I was in stocks whilst she spanked and played with me; then cuffing me to my bed and sitting on my face.


40. Record Production

By Monday I had my first component produced. The exact duplicate of what L1-09 produced except it only took two lines and eleven processes. L1-09 had twenty seven staff; this would take eleven plus supervisors, fourteen max.

I sent the product up to Silver for testing and then asked Lily to arrange for my lab to be fully staffed for one day only so I could confirm the production rate and efficiency of the two lines; she would have this set up for Wednesday.

We spent Tuesday just fine tuning the two lines and cleaning the lab and preparing for the next day's production test. Mid-afternoon we got a shock; Lily entered and asked us all to leave our work and join her in the courtyard.

We got there to find the courtyard was full, there were even people hanging over the balcony railing from the spiral walkway up to level one.

Gold, Silver, Bronze, Green (Donna), Purple (Rita) and a guy in a suit I didn't know but who was introduced as Clive were stood in a semi-circle waiting to receive us in the main central area.

Silver must have somehow had his collar microphone set to the concourse speaker system because his voice boomed all around us.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please be upstanding, I present to you Sandy in Pink, Michelle in Red, Steph in Orange, and yellows Gill and Hannah; and in recognition of Sandy's achievements together with her team from Lab L1-01, in attaining a new facility record of producing a 91% efficient component; let us all now give due applause."

It was a total surprise, and deafening. Not just clapping but whistles and hoots and hollering. I was so embarrassed. It went on for more than a minute, I didn't know where, or even how to look.

Silver continued "Sandy, we test full production tomorrow, and providing the lines are good, we go live Thursday, well done."

There was more applause but not quite as rapturous.

"Sandy, whilst you have your audience, any comment on your achievement?"

I didn't have a clue! What on earth should I say? That I am a MI6 spy and just getting on with it? That today's triumph is tomorrows arrest operation? Spread them, you're all nicked?

I said, looking up to the balcony's and speaking as loudly as I could "Thank..." I stopped, startled, when I realised my voice was also coming out of the public address system. Speaking softer I continued "Thank you for all of your kind applause. This has been very much a team effort so thank you to Michelle, Steph, Gill and Hannah for believing in the project and all your hard work making it happen; and thank you to my Blue Lilly for all you have done and getting us home ahead of schedule. Green Bronze and Silver thank you for listening to me and for your unwavering support and the opportunity you have given me; and finally Gold thank you for the ridiculous pay-rises and promotions you are undoubtedly about to shower upon us."

I stepped back and saw the suit and all the fancy colours laughing, except for Gold that was glowering at me. The whole place erupted in applause and laughter.

Gold walked over to me and standing face to face said softly "Be in front of my desk ten am Thursday; you will need to report to Bronze at nine forty five; have Black arrange it; and well done, we need people like you."

Silver and Bronze and the suit had walked up behind her and together they stood and applauded me and my team and then turned and walked off.

We didn't go back to the lab, Rita explained that for L1-01 the bar was now open and we all, including Lily, had no limit on our drink; "but please be mindful of tomorrow's production test."

I took this to mean celebrate well, but celebrate quickly and get an early night.

We did, we drank, we ate, we drank, we sang, and by nine we were in bed.

The following days test was perfect.

L1-09 produced an average of eighteen components per hour with each component having a processing efficiency measure of 79%, and this took twenty seven staff.

My new lab L1-01 produced forty two components per hour with each component having a processing efficiency measure of 92%; breaking yesterday's prototype efficiency; and this took fourteen staff.

I had halved the staff, more than doubled the production and increased the product efficiency rating to a new facility high. It couldn't get any better.

Apparently L3-02 rather than being upset actually welcomed the challenge and would look to improve their rating to get their record back. Good luck I say, they have no chance!

I went out and treat myself to a proper slap up meal, prawn cocktail, steak with all the trimmings and even a sweet and then coffee and chocolates; all with red wine, lovely. But it was Wednesday and so quickly swigging down my second glass I made it back to my room and was washed and cuffed to my bed before eight, just in case Debbie visited again.

I wasn't disappointed and once more she gave me fabulous silent sex. Again releasing me from my cuffs and taking my place so that I could torment and pleasure her. After an hour of total uninhibited abuse of her body and many obvious orgasms she whispered "Release me" and I did, immediately.

Thinking she was leaving I was wrong. She dragged me into my bathroom and pulled me into the shower and we soaped and washed each other; then drying each other with the one towel we went back to bed and she surprised the hell out of me; we spent the night together; uncuffed; she even pulled me back into bed after my alarm had gone off and the lights had come on; and finally left together with me for breakfast.

I loved it and I love her; I really could live a lesbian life with her. I so hope she is ignorant of what is happening here and not involved in the criminal plot.


41. Goldfinger, Officer Class

As arranged Jane collected me from L1-01 and took me up to Bronze.

"I cannot believe you are in Pink already Sandy, this really is a record you are setting; everybody is buzzing about you with the new facility high record and Linda told me about your getting the Pink, stripping off your Orange and kicking it at Bronze; walking naked again to clothing; you really are something!"

She was chattering away all the way up to Level three and Bronze; I couldn't have got a word in if I had wanted.

"Hi Sandy, thanks Jane" said Debbie as we entered her area of the office. Debbie said for me to take a seat as I was a few minutes early to see Gold.

She started some small talk with me, about my staff and how everything was progressing and as we were chatting Debbie become conscious of Jane still standing there.

"Jane, it's okay, she's here now, you can leave us" said Debbie to Jane.

"Er, sorry Bronze" She said starting to turn, I was just interested in whether Sandy was keeping her top on this time; sorry."

As she walked away Bronze said to her back "Jane, be back here at ten fifteen please."

"Yes Bronze!" she almost shouted in excitement.

We talked some more, she was really chuffed at how my project had gone, was really excited and made up for me. Then the time came for me to go see Gold.

Debbie walked me over to a different door, a really tall double door the far side of her desk that I had never seen used.

There were holes cut in the join between the two doors, two semi-circles; and a steel pole ran through it, near the top of the doors, and then bent up to the ceiling.

There was a collar around the pole with two bars coming off it at angles with fixed steel cuffs on the ends. Debbie had me stand under the pole whilst she fastened my wrists in the cuffs and explained that I was about to enter the Gold Domain; and only suits, podium, and Gold staff members could enter unrestrained as this area contained www capable devices and networked phones.

She said my instructions were simple, just walk where the pole took me and I would get to see Gold.

She gave me a peck on my cheek and slapped my bum and said "on your way girl, and smile, and be positive; 'yes' is the only thing she wants to hear from you."

My first step she tugged my top and I had to pause whilst it fell to my feet. I glanced at her just as she spanked my bum again and said "Shoo, shoo."

I walked forward and as I approached the doors automatically opened. Every fifteen feet or so there was a thin steel bar connecting the pole to the high ceiling but the collar didn't join at the top and so I could slide it past the bars. It was as though the collar ran on bearings it glided so well.

Naked, I walked with my hands cuffed high right through the centre of a busy office, between desks, past a kitchen unit and even having to pause because there was a crate on a trolley in my way I couldn't get around; and having to stand there exposed whilst I waited for somebody to move it. There were plenty willing to look at me but none willing to help for like ages until the doors at the end of the room opened and Gold stuck her head out and coughed theatrically loud. There was a sudden rush of people wanting to help and seconds later I was entering the Gold room.

The doors had opened again as I approached them and once inside I had come to what was effectively a buffer on the pole; stopping me right in front of a leather recliner chair. I heard the doors closing behind me.

Gold, in the leather chair, just sat and looked me up and down. "Yes, I can see why Bronze visits your room as often as she does, beautiful; and I do apologise for your embarrassing wait in the office out there, they were all aware the famous 'Pussy' was expected at Ten and obviously arranged things to have a good look at you; they won't have been disappointed."

"Er, thank you Gold."

"I know all about you, your history, your CV, your hobbies and interests, your friends, your recent holiday; and what you have achieved since you have been here."

"You are one smart cookie, and Silver thinks you have the intellect and ability to significantly advance our project. Your work in L1-09 and latterly L1-01 has been remarkable; Congratulations, I am happy to welcome you to my team of officers."

I figured I was in for some praise or something, possibly a promise of promotion if I continued to show commitment, motivation and ability; something like that; but to get promotion so soon right on the back of a double promotion......"Yes! Yes oh yes oh yes thank you so much Gold, oh yes! I will not let you down!"

"No, I know you won't, but first, you need to be sure you want the promotion to Blue, there are strings attached."

"I don't care, I want it; I want the promotion, I want to make a real difference; to lead, to really contribute where decisions really matter."

"Your enthusiasm is noted, now listen, don't talk."

Gold left her seat and walked around me, twice.

"The colours have a certain level of discipline forced upon them, but more security and financial incentive rather than true discipline. With the Officers we need them to truly appreciate the importance of their actions, their decisions, their leadership. So as well as incentives for doing well, we have punishments for doing not so well, for making mistakes. Are you willing to accept more discipline?"

"Oh yes Gold, but I don't think that will apply to me too much; I am a very driven and disciplined person anyway."

I couldn't help it, restrained as I was I could do nothing to stop or avoid it and when her hand landed on my bare bum I cried out, almost squealed out aloud it was so hard and such a shock.

"That is the type of discipline I mean; you will be paid a ridiculous wage whilst locked in here and unable to spend it, so financial penalties have been proven not so effective; but embarrassment; physical corporal punishment alone or in front of others; that has been shown to work."

I cried out as she spanked me again.

"Are you willing to accept that discipline?"

I didn't even pause for thought "Yes Gold; reward is valued greater when measured against the risks of failure; if I let you down then I welcome my punishment."

She continued "You can be punished at any time by any senior officer; he or she does not even have to explain; or justify the punishment, it is enough that he or she feels it is warranted; can you accept this?"

"Yes Gold, I want the Blue."

She walked to her desk and from underneath brought out a cane. "Do not cry out" she ordered. Standing to my left she whipped the cane up and down letting me hear it cut through the air with a swish; and then caned my bottom. Oh My God I so wanted to cry out but kept my lips sealed whilst the burning pain shot through me; straining up on my tip-toes and closing my eyes.

Twice more she struck me and again I managed to swallow my cries but oh how it cut into my soft bum and hurt me.

When I finally relaxed back onto my heels and opened my eyes she was stood right in front of me, smiling, the cane sat on her desk.

"Open your legs."

I spread my feet and was rewarded with her hand on my pussy. "You have done nothing wrong, nothing to deserve any punishment but you have accepted it well; and with me, with pain must come pleasure to cancel it out or it truly would be a punishment you do not deserve; do not cry out."

Her fingers entered me and she played. She was taller than me and leaning into me she kissed me on my mouth and licked my tongue whilst her hand played with me; stroking, fingering, rubbing my clit'; her thumb entering and then with her left hand behind me opening my buttocks and her finger entering my bum. It was all too much and even though I was not physically exerting myself in any way at all soon my breath was panting, my stomach tensing; my thighs straining and I was coming.

She stepped back. "Pink, Sandy, can you accept this discipline? That any senior Officer can punish you and treat you like this?"

"Accept it? You know my history, my interests, I love it; I want the promotion to Officer; thank you Gold."

"Do well for us Sandy, I will be watching you with interest." Her hands went around me and she hugged my bum in both her hands whilst kissing me; I still had my feet spread wide. Stepping back she removed the black rubber buffer from the pole and said for me to return to Bronze and receive my duties and my blue top.

I had to carry on forwards and the pole looped around at the end allowing me to turn and head back out and through the main office to Bronze.

Before releasing me Bronze hugged me and congratulated me on my promotion to Blue; and smoothing her hand over my bum commented on the red lines running bright across it, saying how lovely they looked!.

As Jane arrived to take me to clothing Debbie handed me my Pink top but I handed it back "You keep it Bronze, go for a full set."

Again Jane was laughing at my naked walk, and she obviously knew better than to comment on my cane marks bless her.


42. Officers have more fun, suits even more

I just loved the Officers club! Whilst I have been with anybody that could help get me promoted; and I had done and said all the right things to get the promotions; one thing I had not lied about was my desire, my need to get back in one of those Officer club orgasm chairs.

I made up for lost orgasms very quickly; starting at programme one and working my way through up the programmes with the intention of experiencing all fifty two.

Ten pm soon become known as 'Pussy Time' and I had gathered quite an audience; all the same people plus extra officers turning up to watch every night.

There was a holder on the wall behind the chairs with various gags and blindfolds; optional extras to add to the experience and I tried them all; it was brilliant. This 'electro stimulation' through the two glass dildo's was unbelievable; I just couldn't get enough of it. These chairs made my home bed and computer controlled intruders seem tame by comparison. Even my Sybian was a poor substitute.

Debbie also continued to visit me every Wednesday but also turned up for some of my chair shows. Most nights I ended up doing the naked walk back to my accommodation after eleven.

It was on one of these walks home that I again encountered Gareth. He stopped me to chat, and ogle my body; and whispered "P room at a quarter past midnight" and walked off without waiting for any response. He obviously felt I still owed him; he also knew that walking the corridors at that time I would have to be locked in my yoke.

I really didn't want to do it; I didn't like him, he scared me. But I also knew this was what I had signed up for; what I would be given a ridiculous amount of money for. I also knew I had to do it for Queen and country because whilst I had no guarantee that servicing his cock would get me anywhere; I was pretty sure standing him up would make certain I didn't..

I got back to my room and as I always do after a spell in one of those special chairs I had a nice long hot shower; gently massaging my pussy and glowing from the thrills that chair gives me.

Right on time we both approached the P room from our different directions; with him opening the door for me to enter whilst he held a finger up to his lips.

He wasted no time, no pleasantries, no kissing, no foreplay, nothing.

I had walked to the centre of the room again, turned and knelt in readiness.

He smiled and shook his head and beckoned me up onto my feet. Taking me by one outstretched cuffed and yoked hand he led me to the table and bent me over it; but it was a little low even with my legs spread and instead he took me over to the back of a really nice thick padded leather easy chair and bent me over the back of that.

He seemed to approve of this position; and it would be a lot more comfortable for me with all the padding.

From his suit pocket he took out some lengths of thin cord and dropped them onto the seat. Then selecting a couple of the shorter lengths he tied these to the rings on the cuffs of my locked on shoes and in turn tied these to the legs of the chair opening me wide.

He tied a couple more lengths onto my yoke, both just by my wrists and taking these forward he pulled them taut stretching me and tied them to the front chair legs. He pushed a pill into my mouth and patted me on the head the condescending bastard.

From behind he briefly fingered me and then launched straight into it; no niceties whatsoever.

Boy did he fuck me!

He really went for it, humping like a jack-hammer. It was hurting. I was strapped over a heavy chair that was stood on carpet but through the course of our fucking he humped me and the chair a good foot forward.

This was so wrong, I had said I would swallow anything; not that he could actually screw me. I didn't like him. I didn't want him. I didn't want his cock in me and I certainly didn't want humped like this. So why the fuck was I getting off on it?

I had to guess, or at least hope, that I wasn't some sort of punishment queen; that it was the residual effect of my earlier experience in the chair; but I wasn't sure, I even had my doubts; because I was loving every hammered stroke and whilst I wasn't actually speaking, I was certainly grunting and purring in all the right places; so much so that he even 'shushed' me quietly.

I was that excited I actually came before he did; my helpless position added to the rarity of having a living cock inside of me and was just too much and I came and I came just before I felt him and heard him reaching his climax.

Both our breathing was loud and all over the place as he withdrew his limp dick.

He sauntered around the chair and pushed his cock into my face. I knew what was required and licked him clean. Again the bastard patted my head like a fucking well behaved pet!

He zipped up and walked back around me to untie my ankles, but before he did he slid his hands over my buttocks and entered a finger into my bum. He bent over with his finger still inside of me and whispered "This one next time."

I couldn't wait - not!

As he closed the door he simply said "Oh, congratulations on your promotion by the way" and walked away.

I was left to do the naked walk of shame back to my accommodation.

Work and life in the facility carried on as normal for the next few days. Work did, I didn't. I was struggling to walk. My whole vaginal and anal area was hurting, feeling bruised; that bastard really had hammered me hard; I have never felt like this before. I have even had to miss my chair sessions for the last two days.

I had basically replaced Lily and allowed her to return to her previous tasking and so was watching over the various labs in my area. As I got to know the new labs better I was again seeing changes, improvements that could be made and I was preparing reports on each of these for Green but it was Green that come to me.


43. Problem Solver

"Sandy, we have been having a problem in L1-12 for quite some time; we know the basic concept is good, the plans are good; but we just cannot get the finished product above fifty eight per cent efficient which is totally unacceptable."

"Silver just cannot dedicate his time to it and at the moment neither can I; so I would like you to have a look at it."

It was a pleasure working with Lily again as this was one of her labs and for four full days I had to study that problem until I suddenly had a 'seeing the light' experience; they were doing it all wrong.

I explained to Green "It's back to front; like putting the horse before the cart. The message, the communication, the vital required data that this component has to deliver is being loaded at the front and is then having to fight its way through the highly resistant component parts before delivering itself out the other side. Everything is correct, or pretty much so, close enough anyway; just being assembled in such an order that it is creating resistance to its own ultimate purpose. I can fix it. It won't be anywhere near ninety per cent but it will be above your minimum tolerance and will work. A higher efficiency would need me to totally rewrite the software programmes throughout the production assembly and would take weeks."

"Sandy, that is awesome! Over three months ago we produced our first product on this line and since then everybody has tried to fix it. I have dabbled with it and even Silver has had a look but you are the first to offer a solution. I don't fully understand your solution but I have seen what you are capable of in L1-01 so I will back you on this. Give me a detailed report and an action sheet and we will make it happen; thank you."

I did, and they did; and a little over a week later they produced an eighty one per cent efficient product and ramped up to full production.


44. Candy is not so sweet

There was a monthly senior managers meeting taking place up on level six, just one floor below the surface; and I was invited! Well, I say invited, my presence was required.

Rather than a Black it was Debbie that collected me to escort me up to the meeting. We entered the conference room and were pretty much the last ones there.

Ten of the twelve suits would be in attendance, together with the podium, Barry the Black-Gold, and the three Greens. Including me, eighteen in all.

We all sat around the one long oval table; there were six empty seats. All the suits sat on one side with John Smith in the centre. Gareth was right next to him. Of the Ten suits only two were women and I felt I recognised one of them which could be a problem if she knew me. Stan Garner was one of the two missing suits.

The conference room was massive, four times bigger than the area we needed for the table. Worryingly along one side of the room I could see frames with cuffs and stocks and a leather bench and in a rack on the wall a collection of whips and canes and stuff. There was a semi-circle of seats set out around the main frame, obviously for an audience. The Suits must take this Officer discipline seriously!

Finally the last three arrived, Gold, Silver and Donna the beautiful Green.

John Smith opened the meeting giving the statistics on facility performance and thanking and congratulating everybody present; and apologising for the absence of the two missing suits; and then handed over to Gold.

"Thank you John; as you can all see we have broken the meeting rules with the attendance of a Blue today, everybody that has not already had the pleasure, please meet Sandy; I know you have all heard of her."

There was a lot of chatter and from somewhere down the table I heard a quiet "Pussy" from what was probably a private bit of gossip.

"She is present here today because of her exceptional performance, and proven cutting edge ability; and in particular, because Bronze, Silver and I have all reviewed, discussed, and in total agreement, made the extraordinary decision to nominate her for Green. This nomination has been accepted by Gareth (Oh, so that rampant cock hammering into me has paid off then!) as an agenda item and we need to discuss this before we can move on with the agenda and discuss items above Blue level."

The lady suit I thought I recognised stood and banging the table said "I object! I saw this as an agenda item and I have spent some time studying it. This is wrong. This young girl has been with us less than six months and already she is a Blue, totally unheard of. She has already this term had a double promotion, Orange to Pink; followed almost immediately to Blue; now you are talking another double promotion to Green!"

"This is far too much far too quick; we just cannot trust her in any capacity."

I heard a few "Hear, hear's" from around the table.

She continued "and on top of that she is a security risk, she knows me from outside the facility which is a danger and she has or even is having sexual relations with another staff member. I repeat we just cannot trust her and not only should we decline this nomination but also seriously scrutinise her fitness to wear Blue."

Getting murmurs of agreement from around the table she sat down, smiling to herself and casting me quite an evil glance.

John Smith spoke "Thank you Candy for giving this issue so much well needed attention and helping to guide us. Sandy, welcome to our senior managers meeting and congratulations on your substantial achievements downstairs. Please explain, how do you know Candy?"

The room was in silence. "Sir, I am sorry but I think Candy must be mistaken, I do not know her." I thought this the safest way to handle the situation.

Candy lurched again to her feet and banged the table "Liar! She is lying! I attended her University and gave a presentation to her and her class; and she must remember because she tore my presentation to bits! I was only ten minutes into it when she started questioning me; and thirty minutes into a two hour presentation I had to pack up and walk out because she was destroying everything I said! So don't you tell me you don't know me you little strumpet."

"Now now" interjected John Smith; "no need for making this personal Candy and please let us all remain calm and focused here and keep our seats as well as our heads. Sandy, does that refresh your memory?"

"I am sorry Sir but not really; I do vaguely seem to perhaps recognise Candy; and the description she gives of the lesson I cannot dispute, it sounds very much like me; but over my years at Uni' I must have had well over a hundred visiting speakers and taking my subject as earnestly as I do I did shoot down most of them. There are only a handful of them I actually learned anything from and remember. I am sure my Uni' reference must make some reference to this or Doc' Barns if approached would confirm that visiting speakers leaving early on account of me was a weekly occurrence. I even took the lessons over once they had scarpered."

There was much laughter at this.

A sudden thought occurred to me looking at Candy; and her likeness to Uma Thurman which I was suddenly alive to; and I mischievously added "and besides, I have always loved the name Candy and I am sure I would have remembered a Candy visiting for that reason; so she must be mistaken. There is another girl with my name at Uni' that looks a bit like me, maybe it was her."

"There you are Candy, she was never taught by a Candy so you must be mistaken" added John Smith.

"I have a different name that I use on the science circuit." She replied.

"Come on then Candy, give the girl a chance, spit it out" John Smith said smiling at me.

She hesitated, and then said, ever so quietly, "Mavis."

A couple of very short chortles were heard and Candy looked daggers at them.

"Oh, I remember a Mavis, I couldn't forget it, that's one of those names you would really thank your mother for; was that you? I am sorry I really can't remember your presentation but if it was pants then I would have just dismissed it from my mind and moved on. It's very likely it did happen as you said, but if so then I cannot apologise because I haven't done anything wrong; it would have been you that was at fault in the circumstances you describe. You really do suit Candy much better though, a lovely name; really suits you."

I could see everybody around the table apart from Candy stifling their laughter at what I had just said.

"So there we have it" said John Smith, "no security issue from her knowing you if she doesn't even remember you Candy; Barry, care to comment on the second security issue, her relationship with a staff member?"

"Yes John, I have reviewed this closely; Sandy actually reported herself and this issue on her first day back from leave, her earliest opportunity showing her security awareness and complete honesty. Also the staff member in question, I will give no names here, is not a facility member and I have assessed this as zero risk; if anything Sandy's voluntary early disclosure on this matter makes her even less of a security risk. Based purely on security status Sandy is fit for Green."

"Thank you Barry, having put the security issue to bed, how about the science, Carl, please?"

Carl told them all about my unique achievements, my amazing ability to 'mind-map' the L1-09 issue and my resolve in getting it raised and home; my production efficiency record in L1-01; and my recent achievement in making a breakthrough with the long-running L1-12 problem.

He finished by saying "In mental scientific ability she is, in my experience, without equal. I need her; I have worked the ultimate problem, the issue with our finished key product with Amy and Vicks (the other two Greens); and am now trying with Donna but we are not progressing; I am sure Donna will agree; I need Sandy not just as a Green, but as my Green to work and solve this final problem."

He added, almost as an afterthought "In fact, and Bronze and Gold will support this; my nomination wasn't for just a double promotion to Green; it was to Silver."

There were gasps around the table at the implication of what he had just said.

"Donna, you have always been the Silver in waiting, what do you think of all this?" Asked John Smith.

"I fully agree with Carl; I like to believe I still have strengths in areas of science greater than Sandy; but I know I still have learning to do before I am Carl's equal whilst Sandy has demonstrated an unbelievable aptitude in areas Carl and I have struggled; I hate to say this but Sandy is more suited to Silver than me, Amy or Vicks and she certainly gets my vote."

"No way!" Once more Candy is on her feet; "No way is that Bitch making podium! She's just a young girl, hardly out of her diapers! She's wet behind the ears and only just got here; all of you must be delusional, out of your minds to even mention out loud her becoming Silver! No way are you humping her up to that level."

At the mention of 'humping' I thought 'They will if Gareth has anything to do with it' and I couldn't help glancing at Gareth as I thought this and caught him smiling at me obviously thinking the same thing.

"Candy, please sit down, and less of the name calling; this is a management meeting not a school yard. Besides, from your own account of what happened between you and her at her University I wonder if we should stop at Silver, maybe we should give her your suit!"

This was met with laughter from all around and some clapping; Candy looked furious.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, we have heard the security and the science arguments for and against; time to vote; either Sandy remains Blue, or is promoted to purple which can be handled by Gold outside this meeting, and leaves this room before we continue; or you vote to support the nomination from the podium and she remains here Green elect."

"All in favour raise your right arm."

The nomination was carried fourteen to three; just Candy and two other suits obviously loyal to Candy not raising their arms. John Smith supported me. Obviously I could not vote.

"Motion carried, congratulations Sandy on your promotion to Green; you may remain where you are; Barry, please arrange for Sandy's collar to be upgraded to all Green floors and lifts."

There was applause from all, even, reluctantly, Candy.

John Smith then invited "Anybody any other issues to raise on this matter before we move onto the standing agenda items?"

"Yes" said Candy, "I demand the right of punishment, immediately, on Sandy."

"Now Candy, you are taking this far too personally and are getting silly now; just what is it that Sandy has done to deserve punishment?" asked John Smith.

"For what she done to me at University; she destroyed my reputation and damaged my science circuit activity."

"Candy, it sounded very much like you deserved it; that did not happen here in the facility; Sandy was not even in our employ at that time; she has done nothing here to be punished for, quite the contrary."

"Yes, maybe all that is true; but consider how it was delivered, in a conference hall in front of students; she should have corrected me outside of the lesson, in private, so that I could reflect on what she had to offer. Instead she was rude and derogatory the way she interrupted and corrected me. Perhaps a lesson here and now would help her learn her new management procedures and responsibilities and make her think twice about shooting you me or any of us suits down in public John; and besides, it is my right to demand a punishment when I think fit, not you or anybody else; and as an Officer it is her duty to accept it."

"Yes, I cannot argue that point Candy; but I cannot condone punishing a person when all they have done is excelled. However you raise a procedural right and so I will put it to a vote; suits only, before voting any comments?"

"Yes" said the other female suit, "If Candy met Sandy anywhere else in this facility she could meat out this punishment quite rightly in our ignorance; just being here in a management meeting does not change that. If we deny her this basic right to instil discipline down through the Officers then we may as well remove that right."

"Thank you Pauline; okay vote, suits only, those that agree with the punishment raise your right arm."

With the exception of John Smith it was carried unanimously. I noted Gareth hesitate but once it was obvious it was going to be carried he too put his hand up. I got that, no point in him nailing his colours to my mast with a lost cause.

I didn't wait, I stood and walked over to the main frame where I assumed I was to be hung. I was right.

Candy arrived right behind me and tugged my top down. I stepped out of it and she picked it up and went over to the wall where all the whips and stuff were and hung it from one of the various canes.

As she fastened me into the frame the rest of the group moved across, some in small groups chatting; and settled themselves into the ring of seats for the show.

Fortunately the cuffs were cushioned leather, I say fortunately because having fastened my wrists and ankles into them she first adjusted the ankle chains so that my feet were over two foot apart; and then really hauled my wrist chains tight spreading and stretching me in a rigid cross so my wrist cuffs were helping support my weight.

I was incredibly aware of my nakedness. This kind of surprised me that I should feel embarrassed or even self-conscious given the times and circumstances I had already been naked in this place; especially my shows in my favourite Officers club chair. But this felt different, in this company, stretched like this with my pussy so well spread and taut and vulnerable.

John Smith was sat in the centre with suits either side of him. There was definitely an accepted pecking order because the podium and the Greens were on the outer edges of the semi-circle of seats.

I was still taking this in, the expressions on their faces, who was sitting with and talking with whom when I screamed out in shock and pain as the first strike unexpectedly landed between my buttocks and flicking up onto my bare and inviting pussy! The fucking bitch!

I instantly remembered Doc telling me about how Candy was overstepping the dominant role and giving more and more pain; why they had fallen out; and that Candy was obviously now well experienced in giving this type of punishment.

That first strike with the long tailed flogger was a perfect demonstration of her skills and my poor pussy fully appreciated the lesson.

All this was going through my head when a second and then a third identical strike landed on my pussy, one of the leather tails actually splitting my pussy lips on the third strike.

I was staring straight up determined not to cry or to cry out in pain but expecting the fourth strike when it didn't come. My buttocks were just unclenching when the cane landed stinging across both buttocks and I did cry out; oh believe me I shrieked in pain like never before it was so hard and unexpected! I was just coming down from it when the flogger struck my pussy again and as I popped up on my toes it landed again.

Against my better judgement I tried so say something witty like "Fuck off you Fucking Twat" when the cane landed again, three times in quick succession!

It hurt, oh how it really fucking hurt and I was already beyond coherent speech; I was sobbing and slavering and crying; and this was just the introduction!

She paused, took her jacket off and walked around me and leaning over and down to me whispered "I hope you had a good time in Jamaica, hope it was worth it."

It was just dawning on me what she had said; what this was actually all about when the flogger landed again, splitting my lips again; and then it was as though she was dancing; bouncing around me and all the time the flogger landing. My tit's, thighs, back, bum, back of my legs, stomach, nothing was spared; even my pussy from right in front but measured so only the very ends would land.

My head was spinning. I was seeing white light and had given up screaming but was now just whimpering as each stroke landed until from behind one hell of a strike again flicked up and struck my pussy with such force it made me yelp like a wounded dog.

"Enough! Candy, that is too much, far too much. Let Sandy down and give her back her top; that is the end of it."

Throughout the whipping I had caught the odd expression from the people in front of me. Most had appeared to actually enjoy it; even Carl which for some reason surprised me. Even Bronze looked as though she was enjoying it until that final strike made her rise out of her seat as though she was coming to rescue me.

Only John Smith, Donna and one of the suits that I did not know had looked as though they were in any way disinterested or not approving.

"I'm just about finished now John, just a few last finishing strikes." Candy said unfazed.

"No Candy, it is over, release her."

"John, I haven't finished, I just need to leave her with a good memory of this so that she can think on it through the rest of the meeting and maybe think before she opens her mouth to shoot one of us down."

"It's her punishment to give John, she needs to finish." Said another of the suits.

"What say you Sandy, how do you feel?" Asked Gareth.

This question, that I should even be consulted regarding my own punishment was so unexpected, so radical, that it caused everybody to hold their breaths.

Me too.

After what seemed like an eternal silence I spoke, through tears, through sobs, through panting breaths I said "Candy obviously has a real issue with me; if we are ever going to have a professional relationship then she must get this out of her system. Whatever it takes let her finish."

John Smith gave a begrudging, resigned nod and from behind I heard Candy say "This will not take long, just one final little lesson" and standing to my left with the cane she delivers twenty strong, measured, deliberate and targeted strikes right across both buttocks. My ass was on fire! Absolutely fucking burning in pain; I was gasping so hard I couldn't even pant. Then as she walked past me with the flogger in one hand and the cane in the other the cane flicked out and struck me right on my pussy and the pain was unbelievable and I screamed and I screamed!

"Candy! Warning, consider this a warning young lady; that was nasty and totally spiteful and uncalled for; you are on my radar so just you watch yourself and your continued behaviour as one of my board. Donna, Amy, Vicks; release your colleague and get her top back and help her to her seat; although I doubt she will thank you for it."

Whilst Vicks went for my top Donna and Amy made the mistake of releasing my wrists first and I collapsed. They caught me and helped me onto my back but with these high heels locked on and my ankles still cuffed I ended up on my back with my knees up, my legs wide apart and my bum stinging and throbbing so much I was squirming back onto my shoulder blades.

Walking past Candy sniped "Nice look Sandy, suits you."

They got me dressed, they had to do it all, I was wasted; and helped me back to my seat. John Smith had called a coffee break to help ease the tension and I spent this time standing and leaning on the back of my seat.

As they returned and took their seats and Candy was passing she stopped and took my hand and said "You took that well Sandy, maybe I have underestimated you a little; no hard feelings now it is all behind us, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, no hard feelings" I assured her.

"Good girl" she said and slapped me really hard on my left buttock making me yelp again as she walked on.

John Smith, and everybody else stopped and looked, but never said anything.

I was told to take my seat and it hurt like buggery. Candy had been right, it really did focus my mind sitting on this pain. I listened, but took no part in the remainder of the meeting and once it was wound up Bronze come and helped me out of my seat and with her arm around me walked me down to level two and medical where Garry laid me on a treatment bed and removing my top treat my back and bum with some ointment. I have never been so pleased to get a man's hands on me.

Debbie took me back to my room where I stood and let cool water cascade down my back; spending ages in the shower.

But I was smiling, I had made it to the top table and I had what I needed; no more promotion was necessary; no more information, I had enough. The beating was tough, but tough! I had won; and Candy had delivered my victory.


45. A Thirty Three Special Please

I managed a small dinner and four large glasses of wine; no limit for Greens and above! Then back to bed for an early night.

I couldn't even lay on the bed on my back; but laid face down and cuffed myself in; naked on top of the sheets.

I had been asleep but the door opening woke me, I glanced at the time display on the TV screen, it was only just after eight pm. Debbie walked in.

Again she didn't say anything; but stripped off and on her knees climbed across me and laid down next to me but on her side.

She had somehow either broke the rules or had cleared it with Black but she had some more of the cream that Garry had rubbed in.

She set to work and carefully, lovingly, attended my wounds. Regardless of the pain I could have purred. All the time she was kissing me, my back, my bum, my face, my lips; and smoothing the cream into my bum.

I was appreciating my bondage like never before. I was being lovingly pampered and was stretched out akimbo helpless. I was totally vulnerable and loving it, and enjoying it. This was just so erotic, so sensual; I never wanted it to end.

She worked her hand down between my legs and started to massage me, playing with my button; softly, expertly; I was already wet from her pampering me and stroking me; and she brought this on so slowly as though time didn't exist.

My pain was diminishing and my pleasure sweeping through me. It was building; that I was so helpless yet so wanting, so needy was making me bury my face in the pillow; unable to and yet not wanting to stop what she was doing to me.

My buttocks and legs and stomach were all straining in anticipation; I stopped breathing, and with a 'thud' my orgasm hit me.

I woke to my alarm, she was gone. I must have passed out as I came.

My cuffs were loose and getting up I felt like I was bruised all over. My ribs, thighs and buttocks hurt and my bum felt like I had just been severely spanked.

I was just towelling myself off from the shower when my door opened and in walked Debbie again.

She had me lay down again whilst she rubbed some more cream into my bum. Getting up she took my face in her hands and kissed me; and then left.

Stepping out I found my new Green top waiting for me and went for breakfast; and then for the first time stepped into the lift without any need for an escort and went up to Level four to meet with Carl and receive my briefing.

I would be spending the remainder of this term visiting each of the production labs; seeing how it all fit together and what the final product consisted of. Then once I understand the requirement; I was to study it and work out why at eighty two per cent efficient it didn't work.

That night Debbie shared my bed with me; with me on top; I love her body.

It took me a couple of days to get back into my swimming and running and gym work and a further two before I could even think about my special Officers Club chair but by the following week I was fully back in my old routine.

I was in the chair and was now up to programme thirty three.

I was strapped in having set the programme but as I inserted my final wrist-cuff plug into the retaining socket a red light above me started to flash and rotate.

Amy, one of the other Greens came over to me and smiling said "You must be back to your best Sandy, choosing thirty three; let me help you."

"What do you mean? What is so special about thirty three?"

"It's the special programme, didn't anybody tell you? It lasts an hour and incorporates everything this chair can do; a real endurance test. You can only select it if the other chair is free and the club is relatively quiet because it ties the chair up so long. Therefore the senior club member present, not in the chair, has to authorise it or change it; but don't worry, I'm authorising it but first let's get the right gag sorted out."

"Thanks Amy but that isn't necessary, I'm happy without a gag; I don't mind if the odd sound escapes."

"Silly girl, the gag is to make sure the sounds come out" as she locked a ring-gag into me, blind-folded me and started the programme.

She must have then put a general message out or something; because the club was the quietest I had seen it when the blind-fold went on; and the busiest when it come back off.

I was a sweating, glowing, shaking wreck! I had just been run over by a heavy goods sex machine. Oh My God the sheer pleasure! Blind-folded I was in a world of my own. Screaming and yelling and whooping and grunting through this fucking ring-gag whilst my internal organs cooked themselves giving me a poached pussy.

I was radiating orgasm; just a spent piece of sex.

As my blind-fold was removed the club erupted in applause.

In the background I could just make out Candy glowering at me.


46. Suits my Ass

It was still just after nine but I decided to head back and shower; I must have been stinking of sex.

As I headed for the door Gareth appeared out of nowhere and whispered to me "Nice show, see you at twelve thirty."

This was it then, my ass-fuck time! Oh joy! Well, I've come this far, in for a penny and all that shit I suppose. Maybe he will take pity on me after my caning from Candy and let me off with a blow job; as if!

What was worse was the time; having to fill three hours in waiting to be fucked up the ass.

I had a very quick shower and headed straight back out to the courtyard and wine to help me through what was ahead.

Less than three hours later I was naked in my yoke; bent over with my wrists and the bar of the yoke behind my ankles and the ends of the bar tied to the rings on my shoe cuffs. Gareth's cock was in my butt and once again pummelling me like a hydraulic road digger. He had pushed me up against a wall to stop me being thrust away and keep my ass where he wanted it.

Maybe the hour in the chair helped, and possibly the wine; but as bad as it was it wasn't as bad as I feared.

He zipped himself up and released me. He must have enjoyed it more than I did because at the door he held my chin and kissed me on the lips; whispered "Thank you" and showed me out.


47. Seeing the bigger picture

It helped that Commander Belper had tipped me off as to what this product, or series of products was all about, because this helped me understand what it was meant to do and rather perversely allowed me to help them solve their problem and progress.

In the day time I had been going around with Silver and inspecting and learning to understand each and every element of the production. At night I had been exercising, eating, drinking and developing my addiction to those magnificent and orgasmic Officer Club chairs. Apart from Wednesdays, when I cuffed myself to my bed early and awaited the most fantastic body imaginable to walk through my door.

I was never disappointed.

This continued through to just two days before my month break when I was up in the Silver office running some model solutions and Carl walked in.

"Morning Sandy, some bad news I'm afraid, just been up with John Smith and the technical managers amongst the suits, including your good friend Candy; I have told them we are making progress and now they are looking to put back your leave so we can keep it going."

Shit! This can't happen; I must get my message to MI6! "No need" I replied, "I have just solved it" (I had solved it three days ago!).

"Sandy! Fantastic! I always knew you were the key! How, what, I mean, oh, please, just tell me."

I was staring at him, not speaking, wondering how best to phrase it.

"It isn't all good news, is it?" He asked.

"No, the good news is that the basic concept is good, the science is good, the design is good, the product will work; the bad news is that the production is shit and your measures are flawed."

After I had sat him down and calmed him down I explained. "The production is polluted. Too much dirt, you are accepting some components at seventy eight per cent efficient where they should be above ninety nine per cent."

I continued "your final product is rated at eighty two per cent but I have ran my own calculations and in fact it is less than eight per cent efficient. The product has to do two things; it has to stop when told, and then it has to pass the message on working out who and what it is communicating with and defeating any fire walls."

It can do the first bit, it will stop when told; but it lacks the strength of data process speed to generate the onward message."

"You have assembled it back to front, the message is facing destructive resistance before it even leaves the component; we need to reconfigure it."

"Whilst you have measured it at eighty two per cent efficient, this is a false reading. Each element within it is of a lower efficiency rating and each one, as the message passes through, reduces the data process efficiency; the true component efficiency rating; look at my models here and you will see, it isn't eighty two per cent, it is more like eight point two per cent. It has no chance."

Carl, swore, swore some more, kicked a wall, strutted about a bit and finally sat at my terminal and studied my results. He was forced to agree.

"Stupid! No, not stupid, fucking blind! How could I have missed this? And Donna, and Amy and Vicks. We have all been so hung up on our product process we have been blind to some pretty basic science. Shit! So how do we fix it?" He wondered out loud.

"Well" I explained, "I don't have the experience of you guys but basically we have to reconfigure the construction of the final assembly to give the message a chance; but we also have to do what the microchip business do; we need to manufacture our components in pure running water to eliminate the contamination and get the efficiency levels up above ninety nine per cent. It's doable but will take time; and we will have to scrap every single component that has been produced and start again. So like I say, best I take my leave whilst you guys get your heads around this and create a new game plan. It will take you at least a month to digest and act on this and then you will have me back fresh for another three full months."

"Yes, you are right, forget what I said, you take your leave and I will work out how best to brief this up. Oh Shit!"

I had hoped to keep this solution, which was a genuine solution to the problem, to myself until my return in a month but realistically it didn't change anything; I had a good lead for MI6 to follow and it would take months, possibly a year for the facility to produce the final working product in the quantities they required.


48. Sings like a Harp

Two days later I was back in my flat writing about Dian Taylor again; and she was having almost as much fun as me. I was happy I was even outdoing my own fictional babe!

My Sybian had always been awesome, my pride and joy amongst my toys; but I have to admit after all those sessions in the Officers Club (forty three of fifty two programmes completed to date!) the Sybian seemed tame in comparison.

After donning my agreed dress (wearing knickers was actually a thrill!) and my subterfuge of visiting one pub and then walking on quickly I entered the 'Harp' just down from Covent Garden towards Charring Cross and passed my post-it notes stuck to the bottom of a twenty pound note to the blond with pink highlights barmaid.

I took my lager and sat and wrote some more about Dian; it was coming to a close now and I was just working out whether to close it dead or leave a little wriggle room for another adventure.

I loved her character so much, my first fictional bondage queen, that I made inference to holidays and cruises and bondage modelling assignments and left it open for another story.

On the post-it notes I had written:

Yes, think I travel under the Thames.

Production glitch, put back possibly 1 year.

Now made Green - senior officer and attend management meetings.

Important:

Mavis 'Candy' Gregory is a 'suit'.

Ex-Girlfriend of Doc.

Lectures on the science circuit.

She will lead you to facility.

Half of 'suits' American, no Eastern or Russian suits.

Don't think any 'Podium' or colours involved, 'suits' only.

Going to Jamaica again with Doc.

I had of course recognised Candy from my Uni' days and overnight her last name had come back to me. MI6 would have her contact details through Doc's Facebook pages and I was confident would find and follow her. The end was nigh.


49. Christmas comes early

The following morning I was suitably attired in a chastity belt, short skirt, no bra and high heels and sitting with Constance in her flat. Well I was sitting, on the balcony with a glass of red; she was strapped into her gynaecologists chair with the computer giving her orgasms in her study. She should have been out here with me but I had meddled with her programme a little; I'm sure she will be loving it.

Teach the bitch to hide my chastity belt key.

When we finally got out on the town it was in fancy dress. She had invites to a Christmas party and we were going basically as Santa's sluts.

We had red sparkly soft hats with white fluffy bobbles on the ends; red hold-up stockings, red strappy shoes with high stiletto heels, red ultra-brief G-Strings with white fluffy lacing around the edges and red sparkly Santa tops that just fastened between the breast showing plenty cleavage and leaving our stomachs and pants on display; and only just covering the bum if we didn't move.

Added to this we had red slave collars locked on and red leather wrist cuffs with white trimming. The cuffs had 'snap-locks' fitted so anybody could lock them to each other or to our collars. The whole outfit screamed 'Slut'.

What made it worse was Constance insisting on us pub-crawling our way to the party; with just about every bloke in every pub queuing behind us for a glimpse of our bums.

The party turned out to be an event at Raymond's Revue bar and I spent most the night without my top and my hands cuffed behind; but I met some new friends!

Leaving the club and as we got into the taxi Constance managed to lock my cuffs together behind me again but even worse, she tore my G-String off and threw it out of the window; and then threw her own out and cuffed her own hands behind her. We just sat there as naked pussy Santa's until we arrived at her apartment and then we had to jostle on the pavement whilst I tried to get the money out of her purse to pay the taxi. The driver didn't appear in a hurry to leave us though.

Connie had assured me Danny was the night concierge and we would have nothing to worry about; but when we finally got in through the doors there was a lady concierge; a tall brown haired lady of about forty and she wasn't impressed in the slightest at our virtually naked attire.

"Doc" she said "Just what the hell do you think you are doing walking about London like that? You look worse than a cheap whore."

Connie didn't reply, she just laughed, but we were quite drunk.

"And you, I don't know who you are but you are not coming in here dressed like that, I have a mind to call the Police to come and take you away."

That rattled Connie enough for her to find her voice "Oh come on Tracy; this is nothing new; and anyway this is my friend Sandy, she is staying over with me."

"Well I warned you last time, and your friend can have some too!"

At which she stropped around her desk and taking Connie's cuffed wrists in one hand and holding them up high bending Doc over she proceeded to spank her. Telling her all the time what a naughty girl she was.

I was laughing out loud but shouldn't have, because she grabbed my wrists and gave me an even worse spanking!


50. Licking a Brazilian Candy

After much more telling off she put us in the lift and pressed the 'P' button; just as the doors were closing she added "and I don't know what your partner will think of this behaviour."

What? Candy? What's she got to do with anything?

I thought it through quickly and asked "Don't tell me Candy still has a key into your place?"

"No, she threw it at me when we split, Tracy could let her in but she will have meant me cheating on her with you; Tracy left here months ago when me and Candy were an item; now she is back she may think we are still together and you are my bit on the side." She started giggling at the thought of it.

We were actually stood right outside her apartment door still discussing it and getting her door card out when the door opened and Candy was stood there; we hadn't even released each other.

Candy looked amazing, sky blue leather stiletto heeled thigh boots and a matching piece of leather that just covered her tits and then tapered down over her pussy and ending in a thong that wrapped back around her waist and tied off.

She smiled an evil smile and said "Oh look, my lovely little slave Constance and her Bitch Sandy; and no pants! You must have known I was here to greet you; do please come in."

We stood there, drunk and confused; but Candy put a finger into each of our collar rings and dragged us inside.

She pushed me into the lounge so hard I fell over; she then dragged Connie into her bedroom.

A minute later they reappeared, Connie was now naked but had cuffs on, both above her elbows and on her wrists; and she was gagged.

Two minutes later I was in the same state.

Connie strutted about and lectured us. She knew we were going to Jamaica again; she had seen my declaration to Black. She said Connie was just a stupid romantic slut looking for love and that I was a teenage whore slut just out for what I could get. She had given me a caning in the facility but that was nothing to what I would be getting tonight.

She went on and on ranting and raving and then suddenly said to Connie "Beg to eat my pussy and I will stop" and holding me over the back of a seat started caning me.

Almost immediately Connie was begging her; well it was just noises through her gag but it was obvious pleading.

Candy fastened a lead to my collar and put her hand through the loop on the end; undone her leather thong bikini and casting her garment aside relaxed back on the couch and beckoned Connie over.

Keeping hold of my lead and staring me in the eyes she removed Connie's gag and made me watch whilst Connie licked her out.

She had quite a broad Brazilian going on; obviously the facility shaving regime didn't extend to the suits.

No sooner had they finished then Candy had Connie bent over and was caning her; waiting for me to beg which I did; immediately.

It was my turn; she locked Connie's gag back in and removed mine and I got to crawl on my knees and put my face between her legs and eat her pussy whilst Connie watched. Connie was right, she does taste sweet.

Then she brought some more of Connie's restraints in, two hand and leg spreader bars. One by one she manoeuvred us into them so that we were kneeling beside each other with our legs apart and our bums up and our hands taken back between our legs and locked into the ankle spreader bar beside our ankles.

We were both gagged.

We were both totally at her mercy.

She didn't mess about, she launched into the worst caning of my life; giving Connie the same as I got. She was screaming obscenities at us throughout the whole ordeal.

We were both in tears. In this position our faces were forced into the carpet but we were looking at each other; seeing the results on each of our faces of the caning.

It went quiet, well apart from our sobbing. Then a couple of minutes later Candy was on her knees behind Connie. She had a Dildo strapped on and she took Connie from behind, really pummelling into her. I just knew I would be next; I wasn't disappointed. In this position we were both absolutely open to her.

Using handcuffs she released Connie from her position and made her crawl on her knees behind her to the study. A few minutes later she repeated this with me; my buttocks were on fire from the caning and my pussy and ass were burning; I think she must have had some sort of irritant on the Dildo before she fucked us.

In the study I saw Doc on her tip-toes suspended from the ceiling. I was then suspended back to back with her.

Connie had disappeared and I wondered what delights she had lined up for us next but she didn't come back.

I think we somehow managed to drift off into a kind of a sleep at various points through the night but were fully awake and worried when Candy walked in the following morning. The bitch had just gone to bed and left us. My pussy and ass were both burning and itching and desperate for attention but with our ankles strapped out wide I couldn't even rub my thighs together.

"Well it was fun catching up again with you Doc; and you too Sandy; a pleasure. I am going to leave you two young lovebirds to start your packing and enjoy your holiday together but will leave you a little something to remember me by." Oh shit, what now? Hasn't she done enough?

She went out and come back with our Chastity belts and the two biggest butt-plugs Doc possessed.

We were in the Master bedroom; Candy had used the wrist and ankle spreader bars again but this time my wrists were locked into Doc's ankle bar and hers into mine so we were facing each other's pussies. Except we couldn't see them of course, because Candy had locked us in into our Chastity belts with those butt-plugs locked in. Doc was on top; I was on my back. We were both still gagged.

"Goodbye girls, thanks for a fun night; must repeat it sometime soon. Don't worry about the stuff making your pussies burn; it isn't harmful and in two or three weeks; like after your holiday; they will be back to normal. Your keys are on the balcony."

I heard her laughing to herself as the apartment door shut behind her and we were alone.


51. Chastity

The way we were gagged we couldn't really communicate, not verbally anyway; but we kind of got the hang of slowly moving like a caterpillar and eventually made it out to the balcony. This fucking huge butt-plug grinding me with every movement in an already screaming ass.

We got there and I could tell by Doc's body language that all was not well. She managed to turn us around and I saw the note on the floor which read "Sorry bitches, I was lying, the keys are on the bed you have just come from."

Managing to get my feet and Connie's hands and head up onto the bed she found another note saying the keys were in the study; the fucking bitch!

By the time we got to the study we were both absolutely exhausted; so we were devastated to see the keys hanging on a cord from the ceiling!

Connie was the strongest and so it was her that we got into the standing position with me doing a hand-stand.

She could just reach the keys but it took her ages to untie them from the cord one handed. Three times we had to lie back down and recover before she had them.

There was a note attached to them "Your Chastity belt keys are on the coffee table; I have loaned you two new locks; be good!"

Managing to get her hand and the keys to the spreader bar her feet and my wrists were locked into would have won us an Olympic Gold in Gymnastics but we done it. A few minutes later we were sitting in the lounge naked but for our belts; sweating and assessing our options. We had tried every key she had on our belts but to no avail. We had the secondary guards fitted and so couldn't even get our fingers to our pussies to put some cooling ointment on and into them.

Doc figured she knew what Candy had used on the Dildo and whilst it would take a few days, she could fix us. But first we had to get the belts off.

There was no way around it, we had to go to a locksmith.

Having Googled various locksmiths we now had our belts off. Talk about embarrassing! Because of the protective collar that the lock fitted into the old guy that helped us had us lay on a bench whilst he rigged a drill up and made a series of drillings before attaching a hydraulic assisted cutting tool and physically destroying the locks. It was the only way he could do it without damaging the belts.

It took him pretty much all day. Obviously there was no way we could hide our marks from Candy's caning; and laying on that hard bench my buttocks were screaming!

I now have an awful lot more respect for just how well I am locked in when the lock snaps shut; no way could I ever break the lock off.

The old guy hardly charged us anything he had enjoyed himself so much; and locking the belts back on with our own locks we made our way back home (via a chemists for some ointment); with the butt-plugs still locked in (neither of us had wanted to remove them in front of the locksmith).


52. Yeah Mon!

Oh how I played with my poor burning Pussy and ass; the ointment had an immediate cooling effect and was sheer bliss! That fucking Candy has it coming for this!

We were into our second week in Jamaica before either of us could bear to fool around with each other; but at least 'walking the dog' took the edge off.

That second week was bliss; I so love Jamaica; even the dungeon! Being locked onto the end of a long chain by the pool with a view of the Caribbean; with a drink in my hand, naked; my pussy being licked; now that is a holiday!

I spent the holiday in absolute bliss, giving and receiving total pleasure to the sounds of Bob Marley and reggae. I used the time to finish my bondage story about Dian Taylor and let Connie be the first to read the finished article.

It turned out it wasn't quite finished because Connie came up with a few variations from her own experiences and I wrote these in; and also on her advice left it kind of open for at least one more Dian Taylor adventure; possibly in Jamaica!

The good thing is though, she loved it; and having had a peek into the workings of my mind and my fantasies set about making them come true in her little dungeon!

Back in London I finished the work on her computer, linking it into my own so that we could remotely see each other in our bondage and play with each other's programmes live; hopefully adding to the experience.

I repeated my message pick-up procedure at the Waterloo and in this Dax confirmed all was good and they were planning a raid on the facility and my rescue.

This time I left my own little note stuck inside the toilet roll holder making a request.


53. I do love my collar

Once back into the facility and through the security procedures (yes, more compliments on my all over Jamaican sun-tan) I made my way straight to Bronze and made a security disclosure; telling her and Barry all about Candy's visit to Doc and what she had said and done. I left nothing out.

Bronze seemed to get off on it, especially us being left locked in our Chastity belts with the butt-plugs locked in and having to be cut out.

Barry said I had done the right thing, again; and had nothing to worry about; but he would make a separate report up about Candy and her performance. He didn't seem best pleased with her.

It was good to have my collar back on, I know what this says about me is rather sad and pathetic but I do miss that collar when it isn't locked around my neck.

The next morning I was back up with Silver and he was extremely animated. Everything I had told him before my leave was now checked out and proven; this would put the project back at least a year but the 'suits' after the initial realisation had sank in, were surprisingly upbeat about it. At least the problem stopping them had been determined and the solution was achievable. Now we just had to make the changes that would produce the goods.

A senior management meeting was planned for tomorrow at one pm. In the meantime I was to get my head fully back into it and with Silver prepare some form of realistic schedule of changes and timeframe to work towards.

That evening I dined with Bronze, let her restrain me over a leather padded horse in the officer's club and paddle and spank me; and then return to my accommodation with me and sleep with me. I don't think I will ever actually get over her body nor meet the like again. I will miss this place!

By one the next day Carl and I had cobbled something together, the basic issues anyway; and we were in the conference room first waiting for the meeting.

When Candy walked in she was beaming as she looked at me "Nice tan Sandy, have a good holiday?"

"Yes thank you Candy, absolutely brilliant. I did have a slight ailment, an irritation of sorts, but fortunately I had a good Doctor on hand to pamper me; she looked into it and had it sorted in no time."

Her face went from a smile to a scowl as she took her seat.

The meeting started with all of the podium, all three of us Greens and nine of the suits. John Smith running the show again.

"Okay, I have called this extraordinary meeting in response to the extraordinary findings made by Sandy here; but now have cause to alter the agenda to discuss a second item that has just arisen."

"We still have the scientific issues as stated, incorporating the advancement of Sandy to Silver as supported by all three Greens and the Podium class as well as Gareth and myself; and then we have...."

"Hold it!" Candy screeched as she left her seat; "We have only just made her Green against our better judgement, no way is she making Podium class; we already have a very good Silver; I am not allowing this; the bloody girl is almost unknown, an obvious security threat!"

There were a few rumbles amongst the suits as Candy took her seat again.

John Smith continued "That, Candy, was my second point for discussion had you not interrupted me; we have a security issue to resolve."

"A member of our staff that has never visited this facility is aware that Sandy here received a punishment at your hands Candy; how could she possibly know this unless facility business is being discussed out-with the facility in direct contravention of our most serious rule number one?"

Candy responded "Well it's obvious isn't it, Sandy can't be trusted to keep her mouth shut and should be punished, most seriously; and clearly not promoted."

"Candy, Barry here has listened back to Sandy's voice recordings from her earrings over her leave period; and can confirm no disclosure at all about facility business by Sandy; but on those recordings you can be heard waxing lyrical about Sandy and the facility with Doc present."

"Well, well, that was, that doesn't count, that is out of context; I forgot about her stupid earrings; that was about something else."

"Yes" replied John Smith, "That was about something else; another area in which you have well exceeded your authority. You are lucky neither Sandy nor Doc made a Police complaint about you; where would we all be then with our facility being discussed in a police station and then perhaps a court room?"

"You have put all of us here in danger because of your jealous stupidity; fortunately Sandy has the strength of character to take what you did on the chin and then report it properly, confidentially up through Podium to security."

Candy thought about a response but held her tongue, sensing this wasn't over yet.

I was loving it; this and the knowledge far worse would come to her in the near future.

John continued "I have just this morning, in your absence Candy, briefed our suited colleagues including the three not at this meeting by phone on this matter; and we have unanimously agreed to alter our rules to enable punishment of suits at this meeting rather than in my office as is the norm."

"I am now exercising my superiority of rank and call upon you Candy to be here and now punished for your potentially critical breach of our security; please stand and remove your clothing in readiness."

"No, no way! You cannot do this, I am a suit; one of you; you cannot ask me to undress here, not here, not now; please; John, please do not do this to me; not here."

She was panicking, and rightfully so; she was going to lose all face here; a laughing stock never taken seriously again. Good!

"Candy" John continued, calmly but menacingly "You will take your punishment and take it now or you will have no future; do I make myself clear? Now strip."


54. A Candy stick

She went deathly pale; I assume knowing how they operated the 'no future' bit meant she would be physically taken away and terminated; and she knew it.

She stood and started by removing her jacket. Then her blouse, with no bra on underneath. She looked good, I'll give her that.

As her hands went to her skirt, a very tight fitting skirt just covering her knees, almost a hobble skirt, she paused "Er, John, I just need to pop to the ladies room first if you don't mind."

"No, I do mind, get on with it."

Hesitantly, she did. No knickers, just hold-up stockings and her high stiletto heels; she looked marvellous naked, but a little on the skinny side as Doc had said.

She was told by John to hang her clothes up out of the way. As she walked away from us we could all see the glint of shiny metal from what can only be the head of a metal butt-plug! No wonder she wanted to go out to the ladies room. It also tells a story; not only is she addicted to this stuff but obviously the suits don't go through the same security checks as us colours. No way would I have managed to get a butt-plug in here.

"Sandy, if you could do the honours please; I believe it is you who has been most disadvantaged by Candy here and will most appreciate the opportunity Candy presents."

"Thank you Sir." Candy was stood by the frame waiting for her punishment. "Candy, come here please, I will start your punishment lightly whilst we discuss the science project."

There was a pause, everybody confused as to just what was happening; but Candy seemed relieved to be walking away from the frame and so didn't object.

I pulled my seat out a little and had Candy lay over my lap.

"Right, hold your hands behind your back and do not release them; and keep quiet; you have said enough at these meetings already." There was a little laughter at this from around the table.

"As we discuss this next agenda item I will use Candy here to help me emphasise my points" as I said 'points' I spanked Candy really hard on her bum and she cried out and released her hands.

I spanked her again "I told you not to release your hands and to keep quiet" and spanked her again. There was more laughter as she again gripped her hands.

Barry got up and walked over "Here, these may prove useful" handing me a pair of handcuffs which I thanked him for and slapped onto her wrists.

Addressing the meeting I added "This way if I make any funnies then Candy can be the butt of my jokes" spanking her again. They really laughed out at this one!

I gave Candy a good two minute spanking; to the point I needed to rest my hand. I asked Carl to give the brief we had prepared and whilst he did I took to playing with her butt-plug; tapping it causing her to squirm and then easing it out and back in again, sometimes very slowly, sometimes not. Just playing with it whilst we all spoke.

The way we were sat there was only really Donna, Debbie and Barry that could see what I was doing to her.

Everything in the presentation was accepted and we were congratulated on our work. It then moved on to my promotion; I interrupted John Smith on this point "Sir, sorry to interrupt, and I really do appreciate this proposal for me to make Silver; especially as it is supported by Carl himself even though it is his job; and by my Green peers and the rest of the Podium; but I have seen that Carl has an advanced knowledge in science and in this facility in particular which I do not share; I am willing to lead on what has just been presented but I do not feel it is right for me to replace Carl; I am more than willing to carry on in my present capacity in support of Carl."

After a pause, and a few glances around the table John continued "Thank you Sandy for your honesty but it is clear you are the brain driving our project now; you must head the department responsible, and that is Silver."

"Sir, I understand, but there are many elements to all this, I cannot lead it in isolation, could I perhaps share Silver with Carl? Me looking after scientific research and development and Carl the installation and delivery?"

The suits broke away into their own huddle and discussed this. I carried on spanking Candy and playing with her butt-plug. I was getting a great reaction by slowly drawing it out and then slipping it into her now very wet pussy and then back into her butt and spanking her again.

She was also very receptive to my tweaking her nipples with my free hand; in other circumstances she may have even enjoyed this; but this didn't matter; I was enjoying it in these circumstances anyway.

The suits returned and took their seats. John Smith resumed and congratulated me on my promotion to Podium, Silver with immediate effect; and as a reward for my initiative creating advancement for the project my Silver salary was being back-dated to my start date. Wow!

Carl would continue as Silver, sharing the position with me; but I was the senior Silver in all decisions. Carl thanked John and the board; saying this was a perfect solution and that supporting my promotion and scientific leadership was the only option available to ensure product delivery."

John asked if I had finished with Candy so that he could close the meeting down; I laughed out loud whilst spanking her again, hard; and replied "Hell no; I have only just warmed her up. If Barry could be so good as to remove these cuffs I will get her strapped into the frame where she belongs."

"I am pleased to hear that Sandy; because if you had been finished I was going to personally take over her punishment; and before she is released each and every person present that was put in risk by her stupidity will have caned her; and that is all of us."

As Candy stood the tears were flowing down her cheeks; not from anything I had done; but the thought of what was coming combined with the utter embarrassment of her position.

Once strapped, and straining on her tip-toes; still in her shoes and stockings; the butt-plug still inserted; I retrieved the flogger and went to work.

It was not pretty what I did to her; everything she had done to me during the previous meeting and more; including the cane. Every now and then I paused and facing her asked her to apologise for everything she had done to me; and I continued until she finally and totally apologised.

I handed the cane to John and took my seat.

Her body was already a mass of welts but it did not stop him delivering twenty further hard strikes, all across her buttocks. He then had every person present deliver at least one further strike each. Some just tapped her, a token gesture; others really caned her two or three times. Bronze was the exception; she took the flogger to her and really went to town, and finished with just one strike with the cane.

As she was released from the frame John instructed Barry to take her to his (John's) office and leave her there, cuffed; John would follow shortly; she could come back later and retrieve her own clothes.

I could only guess what was going to take place there; maybe he felt that she had almost shafted him and his project; so he was going to shaft her in return?

The meeting broke up and with my Podium colleagues I left and headed to the courtyard bar for celebration; work could wait for tomorrow.

Oh, I never would have thought it, but I look great in silver, matches my heels and really makes the most of my Jamaican tan; but I am sure this top is even shorter than my others; I can barely move in it without showing something off. The suits love it.

Over the next couple of weeks we were very busy orchestrating the new works required to get my changes implemented. But it wasn't all work, far from it!

I still had my regular Wednesday night visits; in my new Podium class accommodation up on level four; and I visited Bronze Saturday evenings to return the favour at her place on level three.

Also I had just last night completed the final, programme fifty two, on the officers club electronic pulse orgasmic chairs! Nothing for it, I will have to start again from scratch! When Dax and his team come I am having one of those chairs.


55. Justice

It was the middle of week four of my return when the cavalry arrived.

I was down on level one when my collar and all the facility speakers sounded the general search bleeps and everybody had to find a spot to mount our heels, get suspended and lose our tops.

We must have been cuffed in place the best part of an hour before they got down to our level. A team of men in black with guns come in through the doors. Black cover-all's and balaclavas; black belts with cuffs and batons and stuff dangling and Police in big letters on their backs and blue square police badges on their chests.

They walked around taking notes of our collar names and the colour of the tops at our feet and our precise locations. When they got to me the guy stopped and put a hand up and shouted "here's one, Silver, Sandy."

He was joined by two others and between them they released me and cuffed my hands behind me with a 'Plasti-cuff'; then threaded my top through the back of my collar so that it would stay with me.

Once they had everybody in the lab released and then similarly cuffed they took us all into the corridor and along the central plaza to the Courtyard; but separated me off and took me up to the conference room on level six.

They had given no indication that they knew who I really was.

In the conference room sat around the main table were nine of the suits including John Smith, Candy and Gareth; they were still suited but had their jackets removed and they were all plasti-cuffed with their hands behind them.

Barry and Carl were there also, naked; unfortunately in the seat I was put in I couldn't see below Carl's waist; in his lycra shorts he certainly gave the impression of being well worth seeing so I was feeling cheated. But I could see Barry; his sheer girth was frightening!

There were police with guns stood either side of each door and in each corner of the room; all had their faces covered but I didn't think any of them were Dax.

A few minutes of silence passed and then Gold and Bronze were escorted in, also naked and cuffed. Gold looked absolutely gorgeous; walking tall and proud, almost regal; she is the first black girl I have ever seen naked and she is beautiful; her skin far lighter than I imagined and it glowed. However, obviously, it was Debbie that grabbed all the attention; I guess I could have just stood up and walked out and nobody would have noticed, the coppers were so transfixed on her amazing body.

They were seated along from me. Still none of us said a word, we all just looked at each other wondering what was going on, and looking to John Smith to do or say something but he didn't. His face was red and he was sweating.

Another copper came in and I recognised him as Dax immediately; just the way he moved and his build and when he spoke he confirmed it. "Okay guys, all staff accounted for and secure. Quick debrief then onto phase three; follow me" and he turned and headed out; all the Police following him. At the door he stopped, letting his colleagues pass him, and turned and said out loud "Don't any of you do anything stupid, don't even leave your seats; we will be checking" and followed his men out.

Gold started first "John, just what the hell is going on here, what's with the Police?"

"Don't worry Macy, the Police are just doing their jobs, they won't find anything and they will leave."

She replied to him "Won't find anything? What is there to find, we are a scientific research and production facility, a Government one at that; why would the Police want to raid a Government lab working on a secret Defence project?"

"It must be a mix up or something, or maybe they suspect fraud or an insider threat or something, I don't know but it will sort itself out, don't you worry."

Candy couldn't contain herself anymore and burst out with "Bollocks John, we've been bust, they must know all about it to be here at all; and I bet you it was that fucking bitch there (nodding at me) who led them here."

Everybody was looking at me.

"What are you talking about Candy? I'm a computer scientist, I just work here; and besides, just where is here? And why would I lead any Police here? We make stuff, electronic stuff; what the hell about that would interest the Police? You've just got it in for me haven't you like you're jealous and spiteful or something."

She continued "Believe me John, I just know it, Sandy is a spy or something and somehow she has done us in."

He just shook his head in resignation "I don't know Candy; I don't see how she could have, she hasn't a clue where this facility is and has only just became privy to the full component and it's intended capabilities; in fact she has done more than anyone to help progress the project. It's just as likely to be you that led them here the way you have behaved recently. What I do know is that one of us sat around this table, or one of the three missing suits; will be waking up at the bottom of the sea with cement boots fitted when I find out who the mole is."

There was a brief silence whilst this sank in and then Gold spoke again "So tell us John, for the benefit of the Podium that has served you faithfully and been dragged unknown into whatever this is; what is this all about?"

"We are making something that when distributed, and sold, and installed in a Nations infrastructure; would be capable of bringing that Nation down at the flick of a switch."

"But John" Gold continued, sweating and stammering now, "We are working for the Government, for Defence, isn't this what they want?"

"Yes Macy, it is, exactly what they want and are paying an absolute fortune for; but I never once said it was the British Government we were working for."

Carl spoke up "I take it all you suits were fully aware of all this then? And just led the rest of us into becoming traitors?"

There was no response but their faces said it all, they were all in it.

I added "Candy, if it was you that led the Police here, thank you, regardless of what happens to me or any of us, you have done the right thing."

"It was not me!" she shouted. "John, believe me, it was not me I have been totally loyal to you, I don't know if it was that bitch but it was not me!"

The double doors banged open and in strode Commander Belper, no mask, no face covering, no gun; just him, suited and in a black trench coat looking every inch like the spy he is. What a lovely sight for sore eyes.

He was followed by masked police with guns, one of them Dax.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your patience. We are now going to take you away one at a time and hold some short sharp dynamic interviews before relocating you to your new long-term accommodation."

He walked slowly around us until he was stood directly behind Candy. He helped her out of her chair and said to the copper behind him "Sergeant, please take Candy out of here and get her back to London; she shouldn't have to breathe the same air as these treacherous terrorists a second more. Candy, thanks also for getting Mr Smith, or should I say Jonathon Desmond-Smyth, to admit his knowledge and part in all this; makes things much easier."

"John, John, it wasn't me, honest, it wasn't; this is some sort of set up!" She was screaming as she was taken out, no doubt just to be interviewed first.

"Don't you worry Candy" the Commander added, "I promised you a safe house and a new identity; and a Queen's pardon; you did the right thing, you are safe."

He had played my request left on the post-it note at the Waterloo perfectly.

Looking the Commander straight in the face John Smith said quietly "I do not believe for one moment that Candy led you here, she is totally loyal to me. You will have to try something better than that."

"Yes" he replied, "She said she had always been totally loyal, too loyal in fact; had it not been for the way you treated her in a conference here; and then the things you did to her in your office; she would no doubt have remained loyal and you may very well have succeeded here. Brought down by your own Dick and the spite of a woman."

"That fucking bitch; hide her well but know this, she is dead."


56. A Bondage Bonus

That night I was given a room in the Savoy and spent the evening drinking on the strand. I was a very rich young lady, worth over £10million already before my nineteenth birthday, either of them!

The following morning I was back at the office for a full debrief with the Commander but would be returning for four more nights in the Savoy before they moved me to my new apartment, just in case.

The Commander explained that Operation Dark Cloud had been a complete success; the threat had been totally neutralised and the people behind it identified.

It was a group of extremely powerful American businessmen; they wanted to make the USA all powerful and had identified that Britain and Europe posed the biggest future financial threat, followed by the Chinese.

They had plotted to take Europe back to the dark ages, make us a third world country; and then point the blame at the Chinese and war would follow putting China back generations also.

In the new world their individual positions of power and wealth would dramatically increase effectively making them Gods.

Special Forces operatives were now tasked with making these people disappear.

The suits were still being detained and would all be prosecuted; everybody else was being debriefed and released. They were all getting to keep their wages but that was it; and all could be called as witnesses but it would be in a closed court.

MI6 were taking the facility over as a new Military Intelligence HQ. It was built within an old quarry in Essex which is now covered with a Manor House and walled estate.

He wanted me to go back and finish the project; to hand-pick who I wanted from the staff there. The theory had been good, frighteningly good; MI6 wanted it not only as a weapon for the future but also to analyse it and create a defence to it. I explained I could do that also; they were paying me well enough.

They had bought me, with my own money and in my name, a penthouse suite overlooking the Thames by Blackfriars. I was only staying in the Savoy whilst they transferred my stuff over again. It was a good investment and a fantastic place to live. The remaining £5.5million and my wages from the facility were in my new bank account.

I wouldn't be named in the honours list, but I was to receive the Queens Medal; the youngest ever to do so.

Commander Belper introduced me to one of my concierge's and escorted me up to my suite. It was breath-taking, and brand new.

He showed me into the hallway and then the kitchen-dining area and the lounge and the tremendous view from the balcony.

He showed me my master bedroom which already had my special bed set up and linked to my computer system; and explained that the other two bedrooms were the same size and also had balconies.

He paused in the doorway on his way out and said "Take the rest of the month off, then report to the office at nine. You will find I have left you a special bonus in your spare bedrooms; keep them also until you come back, but bring them back with you; they are only on loan but are yours to do with as you please; you have earned it; thank you" and he was gone.

I was so excited, I do love surprises! I had no idea what they could be; clearly not a car or anything like that, not up here. But something special? One of the special chairs from the facility maybe? No I could hardly take them back to the office with me. I had no idea.

To keep the surprise alive longer I poured myself a large glass of red and relaxed on the balcony determined to work out what my bonus items could be.

Eventually giving up I had to go and look.

Oh my God! There, in the first bedroom I come to was Claire; naked, cuffed spread-eagle to the bed, gagged and blind-folded.

I ran to the next bedroom and Yes! My beautiful, wonderful, masterful and similarly naked and restrained Dax; and looking at his magnificent erection he was ready to serve.

I so love being a Bondagent, what a party!

END

Epilogue

Sandy posted her finished story "Dian Taylor - Oh My God" on the Utopiastories.com site and was worried by the first few critical review comments; one said it was written more like a play than a story; another said it wasn't bad considering it clearly wasn't written in the authors first language!

Fortunately subsequent comments were very flattering and this has motivated Sandy to continue writing as GT Stokes.

Using her IT skills she hacked into the Utopia site and traced the authors of all her comments; the "more like a play" comment was actually Doc taking the piss because Sandy had played out parts of the story with her in her apartment; the "wasn't written in the authors first language" comment she struggled with but eventually traced it back to MI6 and Commander Belper; he was really taking the piss and this showed that he was still monitoring her and her flat because how else would he know she had posted this story as GT Stokes?

All of the other comments traced back to genuine users of the Utopia site; people that gave real and fair critical comments. Some of them had fantastic names like DarksideDora, Squidgy Chick, River Juices; others more genuine sounding names. Sandy considered setting up a virus that would send a picture of a Dick to anyone grading her stories below a four but decided against this; just setting it up to always grade her as a five instead!

As a Bondagent Sandy delivered everything Commander Belper wished for at the facility, and is now, aged twenty three, a senior field operative in MI6 and based in the London HQ.

She is wealthy beyond her dreams and is now driven by adventure and risk alone. Well, Bondage and sex first and then adventure and risk alone. The money is just a bonus.

She is in a long-term but no strings attached relationship with Debbie (Bronze); is still fucking Dax; and has a very good Doctor.

Sandy is currently on deployment assisting head of Defence staff at the Whitehouse; sharing the secrets the President doesn't want shared with MI6. She is being watched; but that is another story.

The twelve suits all received life sentences at her Majesty's pleasure, no parole.

An attempt was made on Candy's life whilst in prison. She has now been released, provided a new identity, and sold as a sex slave into a desert tribe in the Middle East.

The two pleasure chairs have been removed from the facility. One now sits overlooking the Thames in a Penthouse adjacent to Blackfriars; the other sits in the private office of the head of scientific research at MI6 HQ, London. Both chairs are used frequently.

Sandy kept her collar.