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    She sat down at the dressing table and redid her makeup  She made her eyes
darker that before, and touched up her lips with a dark red lipstick.  She
brushed her hair, giving it a little more of a wild look.

    Looking on the table, she noticed there as a thin box, like the kind
jewelry come in.  A note was attached to it addressed to her.  She opened the
note first.  It was from Greenfield.

    'Darling...' it read. 'Please except this gift that I am giving to you.  It
is forever yours to keep.  I hope you enjoy waring it.'

    It wasn't signed, but it was defiantly Greenfield's handwriting.  She
opened the box to find a gold necklace.  It was defiantly of good quality gold
and very beautiful.  Her hands trembled as she put it on.  Even in the low
lights, it sparkled in the mirror.  For a few minutes, all Marcy looked into
the mirror at it and caress her fingers over it.

    Coming back to, she thought she had better get a move on.  She didn't want
to make the master upset.  She checked herself out in the vanity mirror.  She
was very surprised at the results.  Though it wasn't as romantic as the other,
she defiantly looked and felt sexy.  The boots did pull off with the outfit.

    She went out to the playroom.  Greenfield was seated in one of the leather
chairs.  He didn't look too upset or impatient.  In fact, he looked rather
pleased.

    'Give me the full show, if you would.' he said softly.

    Again she slowly walked if front of him, turning on her heels, giving him a
exhibition.  Marcy had done a little modeling in high school, and she knew how
to walk and hold herself.

    'Very becoming.  Do you like you present?' he asked.

    Marcy wanted to tell him how much she loved it, but as she was about to
speak, she caught herself.  She almost forgot her vow of silence.  Instead, she
nodded her head and ran her fingers across it.
    'Good' he said.  'I'm glad you like it.  Now let's get back to business

    He guided her over to the pulley setup.  He attached a spreader bar to the
hook.  Marcy knew well what a spreader bar was.  She had worn one before.  But
instead of her ankles being spread apart, he locked her wrists into the leather
cuffs.  He locked her ankles into a pair of steal legcuffs.  These were
different from the usual kind, because there weren't any links between the
cuffs.  Her legs were held security together.

    'Open your mouth' He ordered.  A black leather sack was pushed into her
mouth, which was attached to a wide leather strap.  Her lips went over the
strap, forcing her mouth to be held open wider than it was with the ball gag.
The straps were buckled behind her head.  Though it wasn't the most comfortable
thing she had ever worn, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

    He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button.  The electric motor
slowly pulled the bar up.  He stopped it just was Marcy's heels were to be
pulled off the floor.  If she stood strait, she could keep he feet on the
ground.

    'There.' he said.  'That'll do, very nicely.  I must say, leather and steel
agrees with you.'

    This was a new one for her.  She knew this position wasn't for sex, but he
could do what he wanted to her, if he wanted.  Greenfield knew his plan was
working.  Marcy was getting more excited every minute. He started his next
phase.

    He stood behind her and ran his hands up and down the sides of her body,
gently kissing her neck and shoulders.  Wild chills ran down her spine.  her
body shivered as his hands cupped her breasts and felt her hard nipples.  He
pressed her hard-on into her soft ass and glided his fingers over her satin
covered lips.  He could feel the fever burning inside her.

    But for Marcy, it was over to fast.  He stopped after just a few moments of
tantalizing.  He knew if her kept it up much longer, she would come.  It wasn't
her time yet.  He kissed her shoulder, and left the room.  Marcy was left alone
again, looking at herself in the mirror above her, and her lust running out of
control inside her.

    She twisted her body around.  She pulled her ankles off the ground and let
her body swing from the chain.  Her tongue played with the gag, wishing it was
his cock instead.  She felt the fire in her cunt burning out of control, and
her juices flowing from between her lips.  She planned that the next time her
hands were free, even for just a single moment, she would throw her arms around
him and release herself upon his body.

    It seemed like hours before he returned, but it was only half an hour.  She
had calmed down a little by now.  But when she saw him enter the room, the
burning lust inside her body returned to it's fever pitch.
    He lowered the bar far enough to be able to release her wrists.  Marcy
thought this would be her chance, but it never came.  As fast as he released
her hands, they were pinned into the center of her back.  A set of leather
cuffs pinned her wrists together, and attached leather straps went around her
upper arms to pull and hold her wrists between her shoulder blades.

    He went over to the motor control and lowered the bar completely to the
floor.  He then unlocked the steel cuffs from around her ankles and ordered her
to lay down on the floor, face up.  He spread her legs and strapped her ankles
into the leather collars of the spreader bar.  Marcy wasn't quite sure what was
to happen next.

    Greenfield knelt over his bound prisoner, watching her struggled in her
bonds.  He knew she couldn't get loose, and he wasn't about to let her get
loose.  He pulled the top of the bussler down a little and freed her breasts
from the confines of the material.  His fingers lightly squeezed her fleshy
mounds and hard nipples.  He watched the girl shiver with his every touch.

    He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handle.  Marcy quickly
realized that it was a knife.  He touched the button, and the silver blade
sprung out from it's cradle.  For a moment, she didn't know what was going to
happen.  Was he going to cut her?  Maybe blood turned him on.  But he had
promised not to hurt her.

    Her fears were soon relieved.  He reached down to her soaked G-string and
slowly cut the the silk panties off her.  He slowly puLled them off of her,
revealing her treasure.  Again his fingers probed her wetness and exploring her
tunnel.  The girl made deep moans of pleasure into her gag.

    But for Marcy, the volcano inside her didn't get the chance to erupt.  He
stopped just as she was about to release her orgasm.  She thought to herself
that this guy was really an ass.  Why won't he let her come.

    But then she remembered, she was being punished.  What better punishment is
there that not having your bodies greatest desire fulfilled.  It was diving her
crazy.  To be so aroused and excited, and not allowed to release an orgasm was
defiantly the ultimate in discipline.  What a punishment it was.  But it did
have advantages over being spanked or fired.

    Greenfield walked over to the control panel and pressed the lift button.
Slowly her legs were being pulled up off the floor.  Soon her hips were lifted
up.  Higher and higher the motor pulled her up until she was hanging upside
down.  Her head was several inched off the floor.  She hung there, slowly
turning from the chain that held her suspended

    Greenfield walked back over to her.  She expected him just to play with her
for a moment, drive her wild, and then leave her alone with her thoughts
again.  But instead, he did what she wanted most.

    She was hanging at just the right height for him to reach down to her
nipples and play with them while his mouth enjoyed the sweetness of her cunt.
His tongue slowly licked her lips and toyed with her clit.  His fingers
squeezed her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers.
    This was by far the biggest thrill she had ever had.  To be given exotic
lingerie, expertly placed into immobility, situated into ingenious positions,
teased for hours, and finally orally brought to orgasm was the greatest sexual
experience she ever had, and probably ever would again.  Within minutes, she
was on the edge of her orgasm.

    Marcy was squirming her suspended body around like a fish on a hook.
Maybe, just maybe, that little itch inside her would finally be taken care of.
Greenfield knew that she was on the edge of it and wanted to keep her there.
He kept her from letting her orgasm for several minutes.  He would speed up,
then slowed down, driving her absolutely wild.  He wanted her to reach the
highest level of sexual fulfillment as possible.

    When, at long last her orgasm came, it was the longest, most violent and
intense one she had ever had.  She screamed into her gag and her body shook
wildly.  It seemed like it lasted for minutes, and it was the best she ever
had.

    When it was completely over, she hung there limply, breathing deeply and
continently.  He rolled at padded table under her and slowly lowered her body
onto it.  He released her mouth from the gag.  She wooed for a moment, and was
about to tell him how great it was.  A sharp, quick glance from him silenced
her.  She remembered the vow.

    He undid the leather cuffs from her ankles and wrists.  She rubbed her
wrists and looked at the red lines the left.  It could have been worse.  But it
sure couldn't have been better.

    The bed covers were pulled down.  He gently picked her up, and carried her
over to the bed.  She quietly laid on the soft white satin sheets as he removed
the boots from her feet and covered her with the top sheet and quilt.

    'It's getting late,' he said 'and you must be tired.  Sleep for a while.
I'll look in on you later.'  He then pressed his mouth onto hers and kissed
her, long, slow and deep.  He turned, lowered the lights, and left the room.

    Marcy laid in the middle of the bed, all warm, comfortable, and content.
She thought of the kiss he had given her.  She loved the feeling of his lips
pressed against hers and the warm feeling it gave her.  It was then that she
realized that it was the first time he had done anything to satisfy himself.
Everything else was designed to give her excitement and pleasure.

    She fell asleep the folds of the satin sheets a happy and satisfied woman.


    Marcy awoke several hours later.  The room was still dimly lit.  She
sighed, and rolled in the sheets.  She was going to sleep some more, but she
began to relive the events of the night before.  After a few minutes, she gave
up on sleep and sat up in the bed.

    She noticed the nightgown and robe that were laying at the foot of the
bed.  It was then that, except for her boots, she was still waring her outfit
from last night.  Greenfield must have brought the gown in earlier, and she
should change.
    She took of the teddy and slipped into the gown.  It was made of satin and
lace, and a light pink in color.  She pulled the matching robe on and pulled
the tie tight around her waist.

    She almost stepped on the slippers that were next to the bed.  The slippers
were the kind you find in the expensive Hollywood catalogs.  The had a three
inch heel, and fluffy feathers across the toes.  This guy sure knew how to
spoil a lady.

    Marcy turned up the lights.  Not having much else to do, she took a walk
around the room.  She looked at all the items in the room.  The supply cabinet
was of special interest to her.  She studied the neat items that were stored
there.  Some of them were completely escape proof, others were merely for show
rather than hold.

    She had just put down a pair of legcuffs when the door open, and Greenfield
walked in.  Marcy was worried the he might be angry for looking at the stuff.
But he smiled and walked over to her.

    'Do you like my collection?' he asked.

    Marcy didn't answer, but nodded her head.

    'Good.  You remembered not to speak.  If you like, you may now speak.'

    'Thank you, sir.'

    'Does all this frighten you?' he asked as he looked into the cabinet.

    'Oh no sir, not at all.  I was just admiring it.' she said as she picked up
a coil of rope.  'I know what some of these thing are, but others, I'm not
quite sure.

    'Are you asking me because you thing I want you ask, or because you want to
know yourself?'

    She was took back for a moment.  She thought over the question very
carefully.  The real question is if she enjoys this or not.

    'I am truly interested in this sir.' she answered.  'And I really did enjoy
last night.'

    'Is that the truth Marcy?'

    'Yes sir.  It's the truth.'

    Greenfield was satisfied with her answers.  He gave a small smiled to the
girl.  She returned one of her own.  He took the rope from her hands.

    'We'll look at this stuff later.  But first, let's have something to eat.
You must be hungry.'

    She realized that she hadn't eaten a thing since dinner the night before.
    He opened another door to exposed a small room.  There was a small dinner
table in the center, covered with a table cloth, fine china and silverware.
Soft, soothing music played in the background.  Against the far wall was a
buffet, covered with a large assortment of breakfast and brunch items.  There
were pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, sweet rolls, fruit and nuts, coffee, juice,
and champagne.

    They filled their plates, and sat down to eat.  Marcy wasn't sure what to
say, if anything.  But Greenfield started the conversation.  They talked about
everything.  He was an excellent conversationalist.  But not once did they talk
about the night before, or any related subject.

    'I took the liberty of talking to Ms. Breeker for you.  I informed her that
you were going out of town to visit friends, and you wouldn't be in the rest of
the weekend.  I gave you the weekend off.'

    'I was wondering about that sir.  I... I wasn't sure what to do.'

    'What you mean to say is, you were wondering if you punishment is over or
not.'

    'Well, I guess that's what I mean.' she answered shyly

    He put his fork down.  'Tell me what do you think.'

    'Well,' she said. 'under the law, the more severe the crime, the greater
the punishment is.  It was an expensive vase, I was caught at the scene of the
crime, and I don't seem to have a lawyer.  The evidence is against me, and I
guess I must expect the most harsh sentence under the law.  I must plead guilty
to the charge, and except whatever sentence the court feels is fair
restitution'

    Greenfield laughed.  'Quite a analysis, young lady.  Am I to assume that
I'm the Prosecutor, Judge, and Warden in this case?'

    'Yes, your Honer.'

    'Well then.  Does the defendant feel the punishment fits the crime?'

    'Yes, your Honer.'

    'Should I let you off so easy.  Give you time off for good behavior and an
early parole or make you serve the full sentence?

    'As the defendant, I'll say whatever it takes to get out easy.  But I know
I must pay my debt to society, you Honer.'

    She knew what he was doing.  He was trying to find out if this was all to
much for her and if she wanted to get out of this now.  She respected him for
it.  She knew she had been kidnapped by him.  Nobody knew where she was, or
what had happened to her except for him.  She realized she was completly under
his control, and couldn't escape without his permission.
    But she didn't want to walk away.  Something was keeping her here.  She
wanted to do more, and please him.  She had enjoyed everything that has
happened, and was looking forward to what was next.

    'Well,' he said, 'I can see that you haven't been reformed.  And you
haven't fulfilled you debt to society yet.  Therefore, I sentence you to the
full term under the law.  Detention to begin immediately.  This court stands
adjourned.'  He hammered the table with a butter knife.

    This was the judgement she was hoping for.  'Thank you, your Honer' she
replied.

    He stood up and ordered her to remain quit, and led into the main room.
She was taken over to the bed, and told to remove her robe and slippers, and
lay face down on the bed.  She did as commanded, now waring only the gown, as
he collected what he needed.  Her wrists were pulled behind her back and tied
tightly together with red velvet strips.  Her ankles were also tied together
with another strip.  A third strip was inserted in her mouth with another
covering it and tied behind her head.  Longer strips were wrapped around her
thighs, knees, chest and waits.  A final strip was placed over her eyes and
tied behind her head.

    'You will be serving the rest of your sentence in this room.  Consider it
your cell for the weekend.  I'll check up on you later.'

    He got up, turned down all the lights except for the bright one over the
bed.  Marcy couldn't see a thing through the blindfold.  She knew he was
leaving the room and would return when he wanted.

    She lay on the satin sheets, trying to get free.  She thought this might be
to simple, and she would be loose in a moment.  But it wasn't going to be as
easy as she had hoped.  For as soft as the were, the velvet cords were strong
and didn't give an inch.

    It was some time before she gave up.  If she was going to be a prisoner,
she might as well try to escape.  Not that she wanted to, but she felt she had
to try.  But she knew the effort would be fruitless.  Even if she did get free,
where would she go.  All the doors were locked.  All in all, she couldn't
escape is she really wanted to.

    Her mind raced around.  In the darkness, she began to immagion his return.
What would he do next.  She had just about given up on guessing on him.  But
most of all, when would he satisfy his needs.  When would he just screw her
like crazy.  She wanted that just as bad as he must.

    It was two hours before he returned.  Marcy was laying motionless on the
bed when she heard the door open.  She heard his slow footsteps walking toward
her, but couldn't see him.  At last, she felt him sit down on the bed.  She
jump at the touch of his hand on her back.

    His hand slowly moved up and down her back, her legs, and her ass.  His
touch was so light.  As his fingers slid over the satin material, shivers ran
down her spine.
    He removed the strip from her eyes.  She blinked in the strong light, but
soon adjusted to it.  She rolled over and looked up at him.  He was dressed in
a comfortable shirt and black dress pants.  His hands continued to play with
her.  His fingers ranged up and down her body.  She sighed as he cupped his
over her chest.  She closed her eyes and let the flood of sensation flow
through her body.

    He continued to let his hands slowly play with her as he spoke to her in a
authoritative voice.

    'Go into the dressing room and through the other door.  There you will find
a small bathroom with shower.  You should find whatever you need.  Take as much
time as you like.  In the dressing room you'll find change of cloths in the
closet.  Change into the outfit and return here.  If you return before I do,
wait here, I won't be long.  Do you understand?'

    She nodded her head.  He untied the velvet cord from her body and removed
the gag from her mouth.  She slowly walked over to the room and the door closed
behind her.  She rushed over to the hutch to see what was there for her.

    There was a set of matching red lace bra, panties, garter belt and a set of
red silk stockings with seems running up the back.  The red high heels she wore
before were also there.

    'Red is the color of passion.' she said to herself.

    She went into the bathroom.  The room as better than the typical bathroom,
The decor was bright and tasteful.  The shower had the best scented shampoos
and conditioners.  The towels were thick and plentiful and the finest imported
soaps were available.  The room was heated, to avoid chills.

    She let the warm water run down her body.  It felt good to let her arms
stretch, and the sweat wash off her.  She got out and rapped a thick bathroom
around herself.  She dried her hair, and used the curling iron.  When she was
done, she went back to the dressing room.

    She put on her makeup first.  She kept the red theme going by using
red-tinted eye shadow and extra blush.  She used the brightest red lipstick in
the table.

    She put on the outfit and carefully pulled on her stockings.  Nothings is
worst than a run in your stockings.  Lastly, she pulled on the pumps.  She
stood in front of the mirror.

    Normally, she didn't like the way she looked.  She thought she was too fat,
or her chest was too small.  But every time she looked into this mirror, she
liked what she saw.  She just hoped Greenfield like it too.

    It was a little more than an hour before she went back into the playpen.
The lights were on more even throughout the room.  Greenfield was nowhere to be
seen.  The bed had been changed into black satin sheets and the quilt was
gone.  Other than that, nothing else was different.  Her instructions were to
wait for him, so she went over to the bed.
    She hesitated to lay down on bed. Maybe she had better wait to see what he
wanted.  So she elected to sit in the wooded chair.  The chair as an old heavy
one, and it creaked as she sat in it.

    She didn't have to wait long before he returned.  He was waring a white
silk shirt and a tight pair of leather pants.  He entered the room and slowly
walked over to her.  Before he got there, she stood up and modeled for him
before he would ask her.

    'Yes' he said. 'I do like it, and what's in it.  Do you?'

    She nodded her head.

    'Take you seat again.  You're just where I want you.'

    She sat down in the chair.  He produced several coils of soft white rope
and began to tie her to the chair.  Her wrists were tied to the arms of the
chair and her upper arms were roped to the chair back.  He passed rope around
her waist and chair back.  Her chest received the same treatment.  Lastly, her
ankles and calves were tied to the legs of the chair.

    He went around and checked all the knots.  Marcy knew getting loose from
this one would be impossible.  All rope ends were beyond reach, and all knots
were tight.

    He showed her the red ball gag.  'You remember this, of course.  As you can
see, it's is style with you attire.'  Marcy opened her mouth to receive the
gag.  He pushed it in, and tied the secured the ends.

    He stepped back and watched the girl.  Marcy struggled in the ropes, trying
to make some slack.  Thought the ropes weren't too tight, there wasn't any room
for movement.  The chair creaked as she worked her body around.

    Greenfield was satisfied with his work.  He walked behind her and laid his
hands on her shoulders.  She loved the touch of his hands on her bare skin.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his hands lightly roamed around her
body.

    But after only a minute, he stopped and left the room.  She felt the itch
between her legs again.  She felt herself getting hot and wet once more.  Again
she knew the punishment of both the body and the mind was working on her.

    She began to wonder who else had been brought into this room.  There had to
have been others.  She fantasied about a tall red-headed woman, chained tightly
to the rack.  Her body stripped of her cloths, except for red spiked heels, and
held immobile.  Her mouth filled with a leather gag.  Greenfield had her so
horny, that the juices were running down her legs and he rolled her nipples
between his fingers.  It was hours before she had her needs taken care of.

    She then thought of another scenario where two women were tied together at
the waists.  Their arms pulled above the naked bodies, and their spread legs
tied together at the ankles.  The sweat poured off their hot bodies as he
played with them.  Then they were tied kneeling back to back, as he took turns
receiving the blow jobs they hungrily gave him.
    Marcy couldn't help herself.  The whole time he was gone, she squirmed in
the chair and fantasized.  Her body getting hotter, and her mind getting
hornier.  She dreamed of his return.  She needed it so badly.  When would he
return?

    It was less than an hour later before he returned to her.  He spoke not a
word, but slowly untied her from the chair, but left the gag in her mouth.  He
pulled her to her feet, and lead her over to the bed.

    He turned the girl around and stood behind her.  She felt arms reach around
her and unhook the front clasp of the bra and it being pulled off of her.  Her
hard nipples welcomed the cool air.  Next, her panties were slowly pulled down
her legs.  She stepped out of them without a word.

    He moved her to be laying on her back on the bed.  He pulled out leathers
straps with leather cuffs on one end.  He placed her left wrist in the cuff,
buckled it, and tied it to the brass headboard.  Her right one received the
same.  Her legs were spread, and two more straps secured them in place.

    Marcy loved the smell and feel of fine leather.  She loved the sound it
made as it moved, and how it felt on her skin.  Greenfield as also a fan of
leather, and used it whenever he could.

    The girl worked her arms and legs, but found no relief form the straps.
She was tightly restrained, and slightly stretched.  Completely vonderable to
whatever he wanted.  She stared up into the mirrored ceiling.  She watched the
reflection of her naked body, squirming in it's bonds.

    He sat down on the bed next to her.  He gently glided his finger over her
skin.  She shivered at his touch.  His fingers played with her, squeezing and
probing wherever they wanted.  They felt her hard nipples, and entered her wet
cunt.  Marcy wished he wouldn't stop.

    His tip of his tongue touched her nipples as he fingers her clit.  Soon,
his whole mouth was on her breasts, gently sucking them.  His fingers worked
faster on her clit, building her into a huge orgasm.  Again her held her on the
edge, not allowing her to release.  Marcy thrashed on the bed as much as her
restraints would allow.
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