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

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

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

"Or however long it takes!" Alana joked.

The corners of Melissa's mouth turned up slightly, "Often longer."

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

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

Alana couldn't help but admit Melissa's touch was electric, "Easy there."

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

"Ha, right. You wanna bet?"

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

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

Melissa laughed. "Then, how about I show you a little more of my craft?"

Alana felt the temptation rise within her. "Are we really discussing this?" she asked, unwilling to look Melissa in the eye.

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

"I did."

"Then I'll come over and bring my stuff. You won't be able to...I mean you won't have to move," Melissa winked at Alana. "If you're up for it, that is."

Alana audibly gulped as she wrestled with the idea. She nodded, almost subserviently in a way that pleased Melissa. Alana finally said, "Ok, I'll see you then. And maybe bring a bottle of vodka."

Melissa arrived around 7pm with a large duffel bag.

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, bra and panties," Melissa instructed.

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

"Knell on the bed for me." Alana complied, stepping up to the bed. She wondered if she heard or imagined a more commanding tone from Melissa. Alana was wearing nothing but a thin thong and a strapless bra. "I like that bra." Melissa said, taking a moment to run her hand over it.

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

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

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

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

"What do you do next?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do the gags work?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alana?"

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

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

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

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

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

Alana didn't understand what it meant if Melissa won the bet, but didn't know what else to do so she nodded. "Ah, consent," Melissa leaned over and whispered into Alana's ear with a sinister smile.

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

"Timer starts now," Melissa announced. For added effect she placed the cell phone with the timer in front of Alana for her to see.

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

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

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

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

Four minutes had gone by and Melissa was watching Alana experience a fantastic combination of pleasure, helplessness, and discomfort. She watched for a full minute as her captive struggled against the restraints.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melissa wrapped an arm around Alana's stomach as she felt Alana's body shudder and begin to recover. She let Alana calm down in silence before saying anything. "Now, about that bet."

Alana's head turned around best it could to look at Melissa, "Yeah, I guess I won't be tying you up any time soon."

Melissa softly touched Alana's cheek, "That's not what I'm talking about, honey. See, you clearly lost the bet." With a few quick tugs Alana felt something secure around her waist and her crotch. "And now you're mine."

Alana looked at Melissa incredulously. Her eyes then shot back to the mirror and she looked down beyond her waist. There laid a chastity belt firmly in position, marking Melissa's newfound property.