Carole Tests Her Bondage

"How did I get myself into this mess?" Carole asked herself. She again tested
the rope that held her wrists together. Even the ropes that secured them
behind her head and to the chair back wouldn't give a fraction of an inch.
The ropes that bound her ankles and legs together didn't give either, and her
legs secured to the support bar of the chair kept her feet immobile. Other
than moving her head, she was completely immobile.

"If I hadn't been so damn arrogant and stubborn, I wouldn't be here. Me and
my big mouth." That problem was solved by the wadded cloth in her mouth and
the wide black tape over her lips.

"I hope he didn't leave or something." she thought to herself. "It must be
past six o'clock now."

The fact was on Friday's, nobody stays much past five, especially the
warehouse crew. Except for herself and her capture Keith, the building was
empty. Even if someone was in the building, the gag prevent anyone from hear
her make her muffled grunts and groans.

"This is hopeless!" She thought to herself. "He's got me tied so tight, I
can't move at all. Man, does he ties tight knots. I can't even reach any
important ones. I guess I just got to wait for him to come back. I hope it's
soon. My arms are getting tired."

She began to review how she would up like this. It seemed simple enough, but
what a strange result happened.

Eariler that morning, she went down to the warehouse, with a stack of orders
that needed to get out today. When she gave them to Keith, he was less than
thrilled.

'Why does everybody wait till Friday to get there orders out. Good luck
filling all these by five o'clock.'

'What's the matter?' she teased. 'Can't you boys handle it?'

'Hey, we can handle anything, anytime.' Keith was in no mode for jokes or
teasing. 'A lot more that you soft office people type.'

'I can handle anything that comes my way, a lot more than you.'

Keith was just in the right mood for a smart remark like that.

'You think so, huh. More than I can give you?'

'Of course. Lots more.' she responded, never expecting him to call her bluff.
She turned to walk away when he asked the question.

'Want to put it to the test, or are you just all talk?'

Now she was stuck. If she didn't respond, maybe she could just pretend she
didn't hear him and just keep going.

No, there's no way she could pull that off. He said it to loud and clear.
That would just as bad as saying no. With that option, he would consider her
a fake and a big mouth. Maybe, he was bluffing.

'Anytime you want.' she said. Maybe he might back down. Instead he stepped
from behind his desk and over to her.

'Then come down after work and we'll put it to the test.' he said quietly, but
with a strait face.

'We'll see.' she said as she turned on her heel and walked away.

Throughout the day, she wondered what was going to happen that night. She had
to go down. Pride wouldn't let her just forget it and go home without
finishing the challenge.

She came to the conclusion that this was going to be just a bad attempt to get
into her panties. That would be easy enough to get out of. Just say no. He
can't refuse that. Best of all, it's not a challenge, but just a pass, and a
bad one at that.

The day wore on until it was finally five o'clock. The other office people
took off like it was a race. Carole waited a few minutes, waiting for the
office to clear. She grabbed her purse and headed down.

'I'll just go down and get this over with.' she thought as she walked down the
steps. 'Shouldn't take more than a few minutes.'

She got down to the warehouse. The place seemed empty, with only a few
fixtures lighting the place. She went over to Keith's desk. He was still
there, waiting.

'About time.' he said looking up from his paper work.

'Don't you like waiting?' she replied.

'Actually, I'm surprised you came at all. I figured you'd duck out, or at
lease bring someone with you.'

'I can take care of myself, thank you.' she responded coldly.

'Oooh, well arn't we tough. We'll see about that.' Keith said as he put his
pencil down.

'Look, if this is some lame brain attempt to screw me, you can just forget it.
I'm not easy or cheap.'

'Don't worry. It's not as simple as that.' he responded. 'This is a test of
your endurance, how much you can handle, remember?'

'Yeah, I remember.' she said, putting on her tough act again. 'And it still
goes. Anything you can give out.'

'Then let's find out.' he said as he opened the bottom drawer of his desk.
'Sit down, make yourself comfortable.' Keith said as he motioned to the chair
in front of the desk.

Carole sat down and placed her purse beside the chair. Keith pulled several
bundles of rope out from the drawer. Carole didn't see what it was at first.
She realized it when he came out from behind the desk with his cords.

'What the hell is that?' she questioned, becoming a little uncomfortable.

'This is rope.' he replied. 'Ever see it before.'

'Of course I have. I mean, what are you doing with it?'

'I going to tie you up.' he said very simply.

'What do you mean, tie me up! What the hell....' she stammered.

'Hey, you're the one who said she could take anything. Are you changing your
mind?' he said showing her a bundle.

'No..but I didn't think you meant this. I was expecting...um..'

'What were you expecting? A quick fuck on the floor? Please give me more
credit for imagination than that.'

'Yeah...well...I never agreed to, to this.'

'What you agreed to was to take on anything I could give out. Well honey,
this...' he said holding up the rope, 'is what I'm giving you, or can't you
handle it?'

Now Carole was really stuck. It was put up or shut up time. Damned if he
couldn't be so cleaver. But damned also if he was going to get the better of
her without at least putting up some kind of challenge.

'I can handle it.' she said proudly.

'Fine.' he said with a smile. 'Then let's get started. Give me your wrists,
please.'

She looked him square in the eyes defiantly for a moment before offering up
her hands.

'Cross them at the wrists, one on top of the other.'

She did as he requested, placing her right hand over her left. In a flash, he
had tightly wound the rope and criss-crossed her wrists before knotting the
ends. After the binding, she drop her hands into her lap.

'How's that?' he said.

'That's it?' she replied, 'I could be free in a moment. Man, you stink at
this.'

'Glad to hear you think that way. Thanks for giving me the green light to
continue.'

Tricked again my his cleverness. She could have kicked herself.

Next, he took more rope and looped it around her wrist ropes. Then, stepping
behind her, he pulled her hands up and behind her head, securing the ends to
the back of the chair.

'That ought to keep those out of the way.' he said.

'Maybe, maybe not.' she replied.

He took up more rope. 'Place your feet together, flat on the floor, so your
toes and your heels are together. And press your knees and thighs together.'

She complied. Keith knelt at her feet and wound rope around her ankles. He
pulled the cord tight, pulling her ankles together. He Then took the ends and
cinched the middle of the ropes, hobbling her feet completely. He picked up
another rope and looped it around her ankles ropes, then tied the ends to the
leg supports of the chair. The end result was her feet were immobilized.

'How am I doing now?' Keith asked.

'Oh, I guess a little better.' Carole replied. Fact was, she knew she was in
trouble.

'Well, let me finish then.' Keith answered.

"What, he's not done yet?" Carole thought to herself. "What more can he do.
I can't go anywhere. I'm helpless."

She wished she didn't find out. Keith pulled out a cloth and showed it to
Carole. 'Know what it's for?'

'Oh no you don't...mmpph.'

'Oh yes I do.' he said as he placed the cloth between lips. Carole pushed it
out of her mouth with her tongue. Keith picked it up and put his face in
hers.

'Don't do that again.' he said.

Carole realized she better do what he says.

'Open your mouth!' he commanded. Carole did and the cloth went back in.


Keith turned around and went back to his desk. He opened the top desk drawer
and pulled out a roll of black tape. He came back over to her, pulled a eight
inch strip off the roll and placed it over her lips.

'That'll hold it in place now.' he said triumphal. 'Now, what else can I do.

"What else is there to do?" she thought. "What else can you do?"

'Ah, I know.' he said as he grabbed a rope and knelt in front of her. He
slowly slid her skirt up her legs, revealing her thighs.

Carole wore a black, below the knee skirt that day. Along with a white long
sleeve blouse, tan pantyhose and black, three inch high heels. Now Keith was
turning her skirt into an above the knee outfit.

'Mmph! Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!' she grunted, wanting to say 'What are you doing!
Cut it out!

'Oh, don't worry.' he responded. 'You have nice legs anyway. You should ware
shorter skirts and show them off more.'

Keith coiled a rope around her thighs just above her knees. Again he cinched
the middle, just to make it extra snug. He then stood up and surveyed his
work.

He did nice work. She tugged and pulled on the ropes, but it was futile.
Carole wasn't going anywhere. Her muffled grunts attested to her efforts, but
didn't carry very far. In fact, if anyone was around, they might not even hear
her.

He also look Carole over. For the first time he realized how sexy of a woman
she was. She really did have nice legs. In fact, her whole body was nice. Nice
sized firm breasts, small waist, smooth well sized hips, and though he
couldn't see much of it, a perfect ass. She was very attractive, with green
eyes and below the shoulder curly brown hair. On the beach, in a bikini, she
would make the guy stare and bulges building in their suits.

'We'll, that will do for the moment.' he said after a moment. 'Now Miss
I-can-take-care-of-myself, is this more than you can handle?'

Carole, knowing full well that she was in over her head, defiantly shook her
head. She wasn't going to give in quickly. He was going to have to be a lot
more creative than this.

'Oh, still have your pride, hey. Well then, this just might be a very long
night for you. You just stay her for a while and think this through.' Then,
just as an after though, he reached down and opened a few buttons on her
blouse, just until her bar showed.

'Mmph. Mmmuuuumph, mmphh!' again she cried. "What are you doing?"

'Makes you look more like a damsel in distress, which, by the way, you are at
the moment.'

He turned, after giving her one more look over, and disappeared into the
warehouse, leaving her alone to ponder.

"How stupid I've been." she though to herself. "Got to try and get free, so
he won't win." She tried and tried, but it was impossible. Keith had bound her
to well. She was in this for the duration, or until he tired of it.

She thought about giving in, admitting she couldn't manage this. But once
again, her pride and her curiosity wouldn't let her. She wanted to see what
was next, what else he had in store for her.

So, here Carole sits, waiting for Keith to return. She has been tied up for
over a half hour now. Not a rope or a knot has slipped a bit. On occasion,
she thought she had heard someone moving around, or moving something around.
But it faded as quick as she heard it.

"Is he ever going to come back?" she wondered.

Just then, most of the lights in the warehouse went off. Someone was still
there. Keith must be doing it. A moment later she heard footsteps coming up
from behind. She tried to turn and look, but with the shadows and her
restraints, she couldn't see much.

It was Keith. He had been doing a bit of scouting. First, through the
building, checking for employees working late. Only finding the cleaning
people working in the office, he returned to the warehouse, happy that they
wouldn't be interrupted. Next, he prospected for Carole's next test, provided
she didn't admit she was in over her head. Finding the needed spots, he
arranged a few things and thought about his next move.

From time to time, he would check in on her, making sure she was still
properly fastened down, and that she was alright. He also enjoyed watching
her, her struggles and her movements. At one point, he was so excited
watching her struggle, he thought about jerking off. But she stopped
struggling, and Keith thought it better to wait. Maybe something better might
come along.

'Well, you still think you can handle anything that comes your way.' he said
leaning over, face to face.

Carole nodded her head, fight still left in her. 'Boy, you're stubborn.' he
said. 'Well, only one thing to do.' he said as he knelt down and untied the
ropes holding her ankles to the chair.

Carole thought it might be over. Maybe he was feeling guilty about all this
and was going to just let her go.

She was wrong. After releasing her connecting rope, he moved behind her and
released the rope holding her hands behind her head. Her hands fell into her
lap.

"Man, that's better." she thought.

He let her sit there for a moment. Carole looked up at him.

"When is he going to untie the rest of 'em?" she thought. She held up her
wrists to him, asking him to do it.

'Are you saying you've had enough?' he asked.

Carole shook her head. But she wanted to be untied.

'Then we're not done yet, are we?' he said as he got her to her feet. 'Like I
said, this could be a long night.'

'Mmmpph?' Carole grunted. "This isn't over?" she thought.

'We're just going to keep going until one of us gives in and I don't plan on
giving in. I've got all weekend.' Keith said this as he was wrapping rope
around her upper body and arms, below her breasts, pinning her arms to her
body.

'Now, We can do this easy or hard.' he continued. 'Either you can hop across
the warehouse, or, if you can be a good girl, I'll untie your ankles and you
can walk. You goin'a be good?'

Carole didn't like the idea of jumping around on high heels, so she wisely
nodded her head. Keith untied the ropes around her ankles, by kept her thighs
pinned together.

They had to walk slowly. Walking with just your lower legs isn't easy.
Carole wondered if hopping would have been easier. After a few long minutes,
they finally reached their destination.

Keith led her over to a steal support column. After removing the rope from
around her torso, legs and wrists, he instructed her to stand with her back
against the post. She knew what was coming up. Tied to the post, like an
indian captive. But he had a few more surprises for her.

'Take off your blouse.' he ordered.

'Mmmph?' Carol responder with eyes wide open.

'You heard me. Take it off, or can't you handle that?'

Carole figured he would get it off of her, whether she did it or he did it
himself. She opened the remaining buttons and slid off the white blouse. At
least her bra was nice, black, lacy, not some boring cotton one. He took the
blouse and placed in on a hook behind himself. Again her turned to her.

'Now, take off your pantyhose.' he again ordered.

Carole didn't argue. She stepped out of her heels and slid off the nylons. At
least she still had on her skirt and panties. She wasn't naked, at least not
yet.

Keith took the pantyhose and placed them on the hook.

'Put your heels back on.'

Carole found that a little strange, but she did it. It took a minute, for it
was hard without something between the skin and leather. She did so, then
stood with her hands at her sides.

'Put your hands around the poll.'

Carole complied. Keith quickly bound her hands together. Then he came around
in front of her and made a single loop of rope around her ankles, then a
single lope around the poll and tied it off.

Then he came back in front of her.

'One more thing to remove.' he said with a smile. He reached behind her and
released the hook on her skirt. Carole was surprised. She didn't figure he
would do that. She fought a little, but knew she couldn't do a thing about
it. Keith slowly pulled the zipper down, then slowly slid the skirt down her
legs.

'Step out of it.' he said after he untied the ankle rope. Carole did, leaving
her left only with her matching bra, high cut bikini panties and heels.

Now the real ropes were applied. He wound rope around her torso, above and
below her breasts, at her waist, hips thighs, knees, lower legs and ankles.
All of them around her body and the poll. Within a few minutes, she was firmly
anchored to the post, a new part of the support.

Keith stepped back and look his work over. Again, all the cords were tight,
the knots firm, and her body secure. Carole couldn't move a muscle. Her tape
gag still in place, keeping her quite.

Keith pulled up a chair and sat down several feet from her. The show was
beginning. Carole struggled and strained, but without hope of freedom. Keith
watch for several minutes, enjoying.

'Well,' he said after a while, 'I'll leave you to ponder your situation. But
I'll be back.' He stood up and walked away, disappearing between the rows of
stock.

"He didn't even given me the chance to get out of this." she thought to
herself as she struggled. "Before, he offered to let call it quits, but not
this time. I wonder how long this is going to go on."

The column didn't provide much comfort. In fact, standing there, the ropes
pulling her body against the support, her arms and shoulders pulled back
making her chest stick out, her legs tied tightly together and to the column,
it was rather uncomfortable.

Her struggles were worthless. She couldn't get free. Even if she could, what
would she do. Run into the streets half naked. She was doing this
voluntarily, without threats. She didn't even put up a fight when he told her
to remove her cloths. She did everything he told her to do, without
hesitation.

"Yes," she thought to herself., "I got myself deep into it, and now I'm stuck
in it, for who knows how long. Not much I can do but relax and enjoy it.
That's funny. Am I enjoying it?"

There was an interesting though. Somehow, for some strange reason, she was
enjoying it. Keith was strong, dominating, commanding. She has done
everything he wanted, and she listened to him. That was the strangest thing.
She never would have subjected herself to this willingly with someone else.
Tied up and gagged, stripped to her undies, alone with him.

"Am I really liking this?" she thought to herself. "I think I am. Why else
would I be letting him to all this to me, without a fight. Am I getting turned
on by this guy and his kinky ways?"

She didn't have time to ponder this thought much. Keith's returning footsteps
echoed through the empty warehouse.

He came out of the dark and up to his bound prisoner. Not a rope or a knot
had moved. Nor had Carole. She looked so enchanting, so delicious there, all
tied up, the lights softly glowing her smooth, unblemished skin. He hot hard
and horny in a hurry.

He began to lightly touch her. Carole let out a sigh, or a soft moan, Keith
wasn't sure. But she wasn't fighting it. She was getting turned on. He
couldn't believe it.

Neither could Carole. "Is that all it takes to get me horny?" she thought to
herself. "A little rope, a strong will and a delicate touch? Oh, I am
getting hot, and he knows it."

Keith's hands made their way up to her breasts. He opened the clasp on her bra
and pulled the lace cups away. Her breasts were magnificent. Flawless round
mounds of flesh, full, soft yet firm.

His hands played with her breasts. Carole moaned, her eyes closed and her head
spinning. He had the right touch. He played with them, her hard nipples. He
squeezed and groped and caressed them until Carole was constantly moaning.

Then, he stopped. Carole looked at him. 'Uummmph.' she moaned. "Please, don't
stop." is what she thought. But Keith moved behind and began to remove the
ropes from her body.

"I wonder what is next?" she thought. "Is he going to free me, to just tell
me to go?"

Keith removed the last ropes. Still gagged, he pulled the open bra down off
her arms, then pulled her wrists behind her back and tied her hands together.
Then, without a word, he led her by the arm down between some isles to the far
end of the warehouse. The echo of her heels clicking through the building as
came to their destination.

Ropes were hanging from a ceiling joist, about six feet apart. Carole was
directed to stand between them. Keith stood behind her. He untied her hands,
then raised her left hand above her head. He tied a rope to it, making sure
there was no slack in the line. He then did the same with he right hand. He
arms were pulled tight, with her hands four feet apart at a 45 degree angle
from strait up.

He then began to caress her body from behind. Carole let out a long, deep
moan. Keith lightly kissed her shoulders as his hands made their way around
to her ample breasts. After toying with them for a moment, his hands slid
down to her waist caressed his hands over her lace covered panties. They were
soaked, and her hips were moving around, pressing her buttocks into his
pelvis.

He hooked his thumbs under panties and began to slowly pull them down. Carole
thought for a moment. "This is going to fast." then thought. "I can't stop
him. I don't want to stop him."

He slid the panties down her legs to her ankles. Carole stepped out of them.
Now, except for her high heels, she was naked.

Keith, seeing a great opportunity, pulled a long poll out and spread her legs
apart. With her feet several feet apart, he tied her ankles to the poll, hold
her legs wide open. A vertical spread eagle, with Carole displayed and
available for his every whim. He stepped back and reviewed his lovely
prisoner.

And what a site she was. Trim, firm body. Soft, smooth skin. Long, lean,
sexy legs. Full, firm breasts. Tight, rounded ass. Black high heels, white
ropes, and black tape gag.

Again, his hands began to play and explore her body. He skin as so smooth and
soft, just like a woman should be. Carole moaned and groaned as he savored
the moment.

He slowly slid down her body, kissing and sucking her. Her nipples were so
9hard and perfect. He sucked on them and licked them. Carole's head was
spinning, it felt so good. He kissed her tummy, her thighs, her ankles, her
arms.

Then, he moved behind her. His fingers played with her wet pussy lips.
Carole went crazy. Her ass pressed back into him. She wanted him, and now.
His fingers probed and penetrated. She was so hot and so wet.

"Make me come, please make me come." she thought to herself as she got closer
to her orgasm.

Keith then found her little clit and began to rub it. Carole went wild,
thrashing as far as the restraints would allow. Like a speeding train, she
was heading toward her climax. She moaned and squirmed in her ropes while he
brought her off.

After only thirty seconds of clitoral stimulation, Carole let out a long half
moan, half scream into her gag. Her whole body reverberate with the rush of
orgasmic pleasure.

Then, it was over. She hung from the ropes, her body limp, but her breathing
hard and fast. Keith backed away from her and move back in front of her. He
pulled a chair up and had a seat.

He thought for a moment. "Yes. She will go as far as I want. This is going
to be excellent."

After a few minutes, he removed her leg spreader and released her arms
restraints. Again her tied her hands behind her taken over to a flatbed cart.
She was set on the cart and her hands were freed. Then, he bound her wrists to
the handle of the cart, about three three feet apart. Her ankles and knees
were tied together. One last rope was attached to her ankle ties, then
anchored to the handle. This caused her legs to be bent at the knees at
about a sixty degree angle. He then began pushing the cart body through the
deserted isles of the dark warehouse.

Carole was taken to where two folding tables were pushed together, forming one
large area. Keith freed her wrists from the cart but bound them behind her
back again. Then, the rope holding her legs to the cart was freeded. He
gently picked her up and sat her on the table tops.

'Don't say a word.' he commanded as he pulled the tape from her lips and
removed the soaked cloth from her mouth. Though she didn't plan on talking,
Keith never give her the chance. He pull a black bandanna from his back
pocket, rolled it up, put a knot in the middle and presented it to her.
Carole parted her lips to receive the welcomed gag. Keith place the knot deep
into her mouth and fastened the ends behind her head.

He stepped back and watched her. Carole was sitting with her long legs out to
her side, but bent at the knees. She looked so enticing, yet so helpless.
She looked back at her captor, both with desire and a little submissive. She
wanted to see what else he would, and how her would do it. She slowly twisted
in her bonds, testing the knots and cords. It turned him on.

After several minutes, Keith changed her position. He removed her fetters and
made her lay on her back. He tied her stretched limbs down in a tight spread
eagle. The, he tied more rope around her thighs and to the table, as well as
her waist and her chest. She became pinned to the table, unable to move.

Keith looked over his bound victim. He was so turned on, and she looked so
luscious, all tied up, open to his desires. He couldn't beleive that this
chick was submitting herself like this to him. His hands began to gravitate
over her figure. Carole felt herself becomming hot and wet all over again.

After several minutes, he moved between her legs and began to give her pussy a
thorough licking. He probed her tunnel and licked her clit. Carole moaned
and groaned through the knotted cloth. Another orgasm was on the way.

It didn't take long. Helpless to resist or encourage him, her orgasm came on
strong and hard. Again the muffled half moan, half sigh release proceeded her
orgasm. It rippled through her whole body as she strained against the
restraints. It was better than before, stronger, longer, more intense.

When it was over, Keith decided it was time for his own climax. He knelt on
the table between her legs. Carole watch with desire as he slowly open his
pants and pulled his zipped down. He pulled his pants down and freed his
member. It was long, at least eight inches, and a drop of come glisten on the
top. He slowly stroked it as he looked down at her.

Carole moaned at him, moving her hips as much as the rope would allow. "Don't
tease me." she thought. "Give me you cock. Fuck me, please fuck me!" She
wished she could just pull him down on her and glide his prick into her. But
he continued to tease he with the slow strokes he did.

Finally, when neither of them could stand it anymore, he moved his hips to her
crotch. With one quick stroke, he plunged his cock deep into her wet tunnel.

Keith went to work. Propped on his hands, he rammed his rod deep into her
again and again. Carole moaned as she fought against the ropes.

"Oh yes." she thought. "That's it. Fuck me, Fuck me hard."

Keith pumped in and out like he was in a frenzy. She was so hot and so wet
and felt so good. He fuck and humped like mad.

He held his orgasm back for as long as he could. He wanted to savor this
moment for as long as he could. Carole just wanted him to explode inside her
and fill her with hot come.

Unable to resist any longer, he plunge in to the hilt and blasted a huge load
of jism into her. This was to much for Carole, and she came once again
herself. Both of them moaned and groaned as the shared their united orgasms.

When he finished pumping, Keith slowly pull himself of her and got himself
dressed again. Carole just laid motionless for a moment, basking in the
afterglow of the moment.

After he caught his breath, he came to her and leaned over her.

'Still think you can handle anything?'

She thought for a moment. She knew she was under his control. She wanted
more, more rope, more teasing, more climaxes, more of his cock in her. She
nodded her head, still a little defiant.

'Well then,' he said with a smile, knowing full well what she was up to, 'this
isn't over yet.'

He began to free her from the table. With the ropes removed, he once again
bound her hands behind her back and led her over to her cloths. There, he
freed her, removed her gag and handed her her blouse and skirt.

'What about my other cloths?' she asked.

'You don't need them.' he responded. 'Now you can get dressed, or go naked,
whatever you prefer.'

She put her cloths on, as told. Then, he again tightly bound her hands behind
her back, tied her tights together and reinserted her bandanna gag. With her
dressed, he grabbed her purse and they left the warehouse.

He took her out to his pickup truck. He placed her in the seat and belted her
in. He got in and started the truck.

'Where do you live?' he asked as he removed her gag.

'23rd and Elm.' she responded with her gag hanging around her neck.

He drove off. For a few minutes, they said nothing. Then she had to ask.

'What are you going to do with me?'

'Like I said, this isn't over yet. We'll just have to keep going until you
realize you are not in control of yourself anymore. Like I said, I got all
weekend.'

That was the answer she wanted. She knew he was going to continue to give her
the thrill of her sexual life.

They pulled up to her apartment.

'Let's go.' he said.

'Wait.' she said. 'Aren't you going to untie me?'

'No.' he responded. 'Can't handle it?' he asked.

'It's not that. It's just...what if someone sees us.'

'Then you better talk fast. Just be thankful I don't gag you again. Then
you'd never be able to explain.'

They went into the building. It was hard walking with her knees bobbled and
her hands tied behind her. She felt a little strange without anything on
under her cloths. She still felt naked.

They got to her apartment without anyone seeing them. Once inside, he placed
her on the couch, face down. More ropes came out, binding her body. He bound
her ankles, looping rope around her heels, and tied rope more around her waist
and arms. He then gagged her again. He then pulled another bandanna from his
pocket.

'One more thing to do.' he said as he folded it and placed it over her eyes.
He tied the ends behind her head, blindfolding her. Now she lost all sense of
balance. She was in the dark, unable to see or resist the things he was
doing. Another new and thrilling experience he exposed her to.

He let her go. Immediately, she began to struggle, roll and squirm in her
fetters. He reached down and opened her shirt, exposing her breasts to the
cool air. Already, her nipples were hard. She looked so cute there, tied,
gagged, blindfolded, half naked, squirming around, all excited.

Keith went to work. First, he found a large gym bag. He dumped her workout
cloths out on the floor. He then started searching around the draws and
dressers, finding all the things he wanted.

'Hey,' he thought to himself, 'she got a lot of good stuff. This is out to be
an entertaining weekend.'

Carole heard him rummaging around. "Is he ripping me off?" she though to
herself. "He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would do that to me."

After finding and packing up what he wanted, he came out of the bedroom and
over to her.

'Just got to put a few thing in the car.' he said. 'I'll be right back.'
Then, just as an after thought he said to her 'Pretend I'm robbing your
apartment, and next, I'm coming for you.'

Carole grunted and started to struggle. She was getting into it. "Kinky sex
and fantasies all rolled into one." she thought.

Keith went to the truck, then came back up. Carole was really squirming
around now, almost rolling off the couch. He came over to her, removed the
blindfold and straddled her on the couch.

First he untied the rope around her waist, then untied her wrists. Before she
could move, he pulled her wrists up her back until her hands were between her
shoulder blades. He again tied her crossed wrists together, then took more
cord and anchored her hands to her upper arms. Though a little uncomfortable,
Carole realized this was much stricter and secure than ever.

He rolled her onto her back, still straddling her. His hands began to play
with her flawless breasts. Carole moaned and groaned was he squeezed the flesh
and toyed with her hard nipples.

Then, he pulled her off the couch and made her kneel on the floor. She knew
what was coming next. A blowjob. But that was fair, she had her orgasms, not
it was her turn to satisfy him.

He opened his pants and let his large rod pop out again. 'Are you willing?'
he asked.

Carole grunted and nodded her head. Keith pulled the gag from her mouth.
Carole parted her lips and prepared to welcome his cock. Keith inserted
himself into her waiting mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to
give him tongue twirls.

As she suck and lick and pumped his cock, Keith moaned softly. "Damn, she
give's great head." he thought. "She's better than any chick thats ever went
down on me."

Within a few minutes, Keith load was beginning to build up in his balls.
Carole was busy plunging his cock in and out of her mouth. She wanted him to
come as bad as he did.

Unable to hold it back, he sent the first volley of jism into her mouth.
Carole quickly drank it down and waited for the real load. Keith pumped more
and more come into her. He moan and groaned as he came, filling her mouth
with the hot fluid. But Carole drank it down as fast as he gave it, like a
real pro.

After he finished, Carole cleaned him off, getting the last few drops of his
sweet fluid. When clean, he pulled his still hard cock from her lips and
pulled up his pants. Within a minute, she was gagged again and on her feet.

'That was great.' he said to her. Carole felt satisfied that her work had
pleased him. 'Time to go.' he said. He again untied her ankles and out the
door they went. Carole still had her blouse unbuttoned and the gag deep
between her teeth. She prayed that they wouldn't get caught or be seen by
anyone.

This time, he led her to the back of the truck. He opened the gate and the
cap hatch, then picked her up and sat her on the tailgate. Carole squirmed
into the back of the truck and found a comfortable spot on an opened sleeping
bag.

Keith removed her knee ropes and made her lay on her back. He unzipped her
skirt and pulled it off her body. Left clothed in only an open blouse and her
high heels, she was open and available to him. He immediately spread her legs
and began to lick her clit.

Carole was moaning and groaning into the gag. His hands played with her
nipples. Within a few minutes, she was ready to come.

When she did, she didn't care if anyone heard her scream or saw her tied,
gagged and naked with this guy going down on her. She came as hard as ever,
the shivers running throughout her body.

After it was over, Keith rolled her over and tied ropes to each of her ankles.
He bent her legs at the knees and wound the rope around her thighs, knotting
the ends. The result was her heels were touching the back of her thighs,
rendering her legs useless.

Again, he blindfolded her. Carole began to roll around in the truck back, her
breasts popping out from her open shirt. Carole was impressed on how many way
this guy knew how to tie her.

Keith was impressed too. Carole went along with everything he had done, and
looked great in it too.

Her crawled out of the back, closed the gate and hatch and locked it up. He
then went up to the cab and drove the truck off.

The ride wasn't very long. Carole had an idea where they were going. His
place. She was right, for soon they pulled into the parking garage and into
his spot.

He opened the back of the truck and untied her ankles. After getting her out
of the back, he pick up the other items and took her over to the elevator.

They got out of the elevator and led her to his apartment. Once inside, he
removed the gag and left her standing in the middle of the living room. He
put her stuff in the bedroom and picked out the items her wanted. Then he
returned to her.

Carole was now sitting on the floor. Still blindfolded and her wrists tied
together, she looked so helpless, yet erotic. He removed the blindfold and
got her to her feet. He untied her wrists and rubbed them for a moment.

'Like my place?' he asked. It was nice, a little small, but well furnished,
with a large screen TV and nice stereo. It was neat and clean, surprisingly.

'Yes. It's nice.'

'Good.' he said. 'Then you should be comfortable here for the rest of the
weekend.'

'Quite.' she said.

'Then go to the bedroom. You'll find what you're to ware. Wait for me
there.'

Off she want, without another room. The bedroom was larger than she expected.
The centerpiece was a huge, king size bed, with captivating brass head and
foot boards. It was fantastic.

On the bed was a red satin waist clincher, red stockings and red and gold
spiked heels. She immediately recognized them has being her own. She then
saw her gym bag. It was full of her lingerie. Garter belts, stockings,
teddies, a long black nightgown, panties and bras, in several colors and
styles. There were also two pairs of her highest heeled shoes, her white and
gold spiked heels, her black five heels.

Hanging from the mirror was her black leather mini skirt and a white satin
blouse. She well knew what she was in for. A weekend of being tied in
various ways, in various outfits.

She put on the clincher, stockings and heels. She then pulled the cover off
the bed to find black satin sheets. "I love it." she thought to herself.

She laid down and waited for him. She didn't wait long. Keith came in a
couple minutes latter, carrying a large box. He put the box down and looked
at his willing prisoner.

'You look great.' he said.

'Thank you.' she responded. 'Listen, just because I'm going along with all
this doesn't mean you've won or anything. I can handle all this very well,
thank you.'

Keith smiled. 'I know you can.' he responded. 'Otherwise, you wouldn't be
here. Now lay down on you back.'

Keith open his box and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs. He lock one to
each wrist and one to each ankle. Her body was then stretched out spread
eagle and the open cuffs were locked to the brass rails. Satisfied she was
secure, he pulled out a red rubber ball with a rope running through it.

'Can you handle this?' he asked showing it to her.

Carole responded by opening her mouth to receive the ball gag. Keith inserted
it and Carole closed her lips around it. He tied the ends behind her head.
With her last bit of defence gone, they were ready to begin.

Keith's box was filled with all sorts of bondage items. Leather straps,
chains, manacles, shackles, tons of assorted length ropes, gags and other
strange items. He showed each of them to her, explaining what they were and
how they worked. He promised to use several of them on her over the next few
days. He even showed her a couple vibrators, which he demonstrated on her.

Then he put is box aside. She look so good, chained to the bed and ball
gagged. Her tits and pussy exposed to him. "She going to let me do whatever I
want to her." he thought. "This is going to be a glorious weekend, for both
of us."

He then slowly inserted a vibrator into her already wet tunnel and turned it
on low.

'You enjoy that for a while.' he said to her. 'I'll be back a little later to
give you more to handle.' he stood up and closed the door behind himself.

Carole laid cuffed to the bed, enjoying the light stimulations going on in her
pussy. She pulled on the cuffs, just to see if there was any hope of freedom.

"Nope," she thought to herself, "I'm not going anywhere for a while. Well, I
wouldn't have it any other way. And it's only Friday night. We've got the
whole weekend to play these games. It's going to be a magnificent weekend."
she thought to herself as she closed her eyes, let the vibrator tenderly
stimulate her insides, thought about the wonderful things that awaited her
this coming weekend, and wait for Keith's return.