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.

After several minutes of closeness, he finally let her explode. She came as long
and hard as the night before. She tensed her body as the wave rolled over her
body. Then it finally calmed again, as she lay limp on the soft sheets.

Greenfield stopped for a moment. Again his fingers gently glided over her soft
skin. The girl was breathing fast and deep, recovering from her ordeal. But it
wasn't long before she released she was getting excited again. Greenfield was
again playing with her nipples and clit. She felt the itch return, and began to
squirm again. She never got this excited so quickly after and orgasm.

His touch got her hot once more. What a talent her had for it. But this time, she
wanted him deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his body slam into hers as he
pumped in and out of her. She wanted him like no man ever before.

Greenfield stood up. Marcy was worried he was going to leave again. But instead
of leaving, he slowly removed his shirt. She got more and more excited as she did
a slow striptease. She loved his muscular body, his chest, his legs and tight
waist.

At last, he was down to his black bikini brief. Marcy could see the huge bulge in
them, and wanted to see the true thing. He slowly pulled of the brief to reveal
his manhood to her. It was long and firm, and it stood hard like a pole.

He gently stroked it, and it grew even larger. Marcy wanted do badly to be doing
it herself. Her twisted and turned as much as the leather would give. She grunted
and groaned into her gag, leading him to shove it into her.

He crawled on top of her and pressed her hardon onto her excited clit. He slowly
moved his body on top of body, dry humping her. Marcy returned as much as she
could. She could feel her orgasm building to monster proportions.

He then lifted up and slowly pushed is cock into her. He did it so slowly, that
she wondered if it was too big to fit inside her. At last her was totally in her,
and the tip seemed to touch bottom. Marcy moaned deeply as her pushed it in a
little harded. He squirmed it inside of her, driving her wild.

He strokes started long and slow. He wanted to savor this for as long as
possible. Marcy too wanted it to last. But with each stroke, he got a little
faster, and she moved her hips a little more each time.

Finally, they were at full speed. He was ramming in to her, and she was bucking
like wild. Her muffled grunts and groans mixed with his, as they both were
heading toward their climaxes.

The wave of pleasure shot through Marcy's body. She tensed her body as it shook
her. Within a few seconds of starting, Greenfield rammed deep inside of her and
shot a huge load of cum deep into her. He pushed in deeper as the cum poured out
of him. At last, they were through.

He laid on top of her, his softening dick still inside her. He pulled the ball
out of her mouth, and pressed his lips onto hers. They kissed hard and
passionately for several minutes. Their bodies pressing into one another, trying
to become one.

Within minutes, Marcy noticed that he was hard again, and was slowly starting to
hump again. He stopped after a minute, and pulled out, much to Marcy's
disappointment.

But is only for a moment. He untied the rope for the ball gag. He then moved down
to her ankles, unbuckled the belts and pulled them off of her legs. Lastly, her
wrists were freed from the straps. He then laid down on the bed next to her.
Again their mouths met. This time, Marcy could return all the favors he had
bestowed upon her. Her hands stroked his chest as his caressed her hips. Her
fingers wrapped around his cock, as his played with clit. He both were breathing
hard. His lips kisses and sucked her nipples as she ran her fingers through his
hair.

She rolled him onto his back, and moved her head down to his groins. She licked
the tip of is head, and tasted his cum. She kissed the shaft, and finally took
the whole thing into her mouth. She loved to give men head. She almost got off on
it as much as they did.

After a few minutes, she pulled her up to him, and she straddled his hips. They
humped for a few minutes, as the kissed deeply. She them moved up, and he slid
his rod inside of her. They fucked for a few moments with her on top if him. Even
though she was in the superior position, he still controlled the situation. They
moved well together, as they moaned and groaned.

He then rolled them over, and was on top again. She rapped her legs around him
and squeezes tight. They fucked faster and faster. Their sweat covered bodies
mashing into one another. They rolled from side to side on the sheets.

She felt his body tighten up, and him ram into her. Just as he shot his second
load, she felt her climax hit. She screamed out with delight as he grunted out
his. Again the matched the orgasm together. Within a couple of minutes, they were
exhausted, with him laying on top of her.

After a few more minutes, the rolled over, pulled up the sheets, and cuddled
together. Marcy sighed continently as her held her in his arms. For several
minutes, neither of them spoke a word.

'May I speak, sir.' she dared asked.

'Of course you may.'

'If this is punishment, I hope I'm in detention for life.'

'Discipline has many forms. This happens to be my favorite.'

'It's mine now.' She hugged him tightly. She felt strangely content and safe in
his arms. Not since she was a little girl and her father's hugged her to drive
the night creeps away had she such feelings. He felt happy.

'Say' he said after a few moments, 'how would you like to get out and do a little
shopping.'

She giggled a bit. 'But I thought my term isn't up yet.'

'Call it a work release program, if you want.'

'Oh yes, sir, but I hope you are coming with me?'

'Of course. You can't leave without a guard.'

They got up out of the bed. It was the she realized one small problem. 'What am I
going to ware. I don't think this is appropriate streetwear. And I don't know
where my uniform went to.'

'I feel it's appropriate myself. In fact, it's perfect, but not practical. We
can't have men falling all over you. But it's already covered. You'll find proper
attire in the dressing room.'

A complete change of cloths was waiting for her. A white blouse, tight blue
jeans, pantyhose, bra, white high heels and matching purse. By someway,
everything she had worn in the past 36 hours has fit better than her own cloths.

She met him the the playpen. He had changed into blue jeans and cowboy boots. 'A
prisoner should be shackled if they leave the jail. But I think handcuffs will
do.' She held out her wrist, and he snapped them on her. Having her secured, they
walked out the door to the garage.

'I gave the help the day off, except of Wayne.' Wayne was the butler, and the
head of the staff. He had been with the master for years.

'Why Wayne, Mr. Greenfield.'

He's the only one I trust. He knows all about my little quirks, except for you
now. He also helped me construct the room, and furnish it. In return, he and his
wife us it on occasion, with my permission.

'Does he know about me?'

'No. He knows there is someone here, but doesn't know who. He's upstairs, and
will not pry into this affair. All and all, he's a very good man.'

'He must be. sir.'

He stopped them at the garage door. 'For the rest of the weekend, you don't need
to call me sir. You know my name is Ronald. Use that, or Ron, if you like. I
really hate formalities.' He smiled at the girl. She knew that she didn't have to
worry about anything.

'I like Ronald. It's a handsome name.' she stated.

They walked into the garage. 'I don't think we need these for a while. But I'll
hang on to them in case you get jumpy.' He unlocked the cuffs from her wrists.

'Which car do you like to take?' he asked.

Greenfield was a car buff, and had several. A few imports, a Caddy, and a couple
old muscle cars from the late sixties.

Marcy walked over to the little red Mersadies Bends convertible. 'I always wanted
to drive around on a country road, doing about ninety, in a little car like this.
Could we take this one. At least I can say I've been in one'

'If you like. Maybe we can make your dream come true.' They jumped in, put the
top down, and took off. I wasn't a long drive to the mall, but it became one. The
went out onto the highway, and opened it up to 100 MPH. It was a warm afternoon,
and the breeze blew through their hair.

The got to the mall about an hour later. The shopped around for a while before
the got to the shoe store. Marcy saw a pair of red spiked heels, with ankle
straps.

'Do you like those?' he asked.

'Yes, I do. I'm sure you do too.'

'You've guessed I like high heels on a woman. I think the make a woman truly a
woman. Men can have long hair, and can dress more feminine, but heels a strictly
a ladies item.'

'Why's that?'

'The make the leg look longer, and leaner. There's also something sexy about
them. But you must thing I'm strange.'

'Oh no. Not at all. I completely agree with you. I love heels, but never really
ware them. I don't think I have the legs for them.'

'Oh shit.' he said 'What woman thinks she does? A woman is either never satisfied
with herself, or she is so conceded, no one is good enough for her. My dear, you
look sensational in heels, and everything else you ware. I happen to believe that
you are a most attractive woman.'

She was speechless. He had never been given such complements, and she was deeply
flattered. Not knowing what to say, she looked into the case at she shoes.

'Would you like them?' he asked

'Yes, I would. But I can't afford them.'

'No, but I can.'

'Oh no. I can't let you do that. That's not fair.'

'Why do you thing I brought you here. I intend to spoil you rotten. This is only
the start, and it continues in line with my plans. Like I said, there are many
forms of punishment. Are you coming with in with me, or do I have to buy them
without you trying them on?'

At first she wasn't sure if she should protest more or not. But she felt his air
of mastery. If he wants her to have it, one way or another, she will. The went
into the store. She tried them on and fell in love with them. Again she offered
to help pay, but he wouldn't hear of it.

The went into another store and he bought her a red silk blouse. Again her
protested, but gave in to him. 'I told you once, and I'll tell you again, it's
all part of the plan, and you will have it, one way or another.'

They proceeded next to a leather shop. She stopped out side the door.

'Really, Ronald. This is too much. I like leather cloths, but I don't want you to
spent all your money on me. It makes me feel cheap or something.

'Listen to me. First of all, I have enough money, but no one to spend it on. I
like to spoil people. I gives me pleasure, and something to do. Second, you're
not asking for it, nor expecting it. So, your not cheap or something. And third,
I want to, and I want you to have it. Besides, I like a woman in leather and
silk.'

'That too much. I can't let you buy everything in the place for me. Besides,
where am I going to ware all of this stuff.'

'Out to dinner with me tonight at Club Roger, then dancing at the Outrage, if you
must know.'

'Are you serious?' she asked.

'Serious as a heart attack. Remember, spoiled rotten. Come on now, in we go. We
have to get a move on. Hup, two, three, four.'

He had her try on a white leather miniskirt. The smell of leather, and the way it
moves on a body really turned her on. She came out of the dressing room and
showed her master. He smiled, and nodded in approvement. She changed and came
out. Ronald was over by the leather jackets. He held up a red one.

'Try this on. I think it will be a good fit.'

She slipped in on, snapped it closed and tied the sash 'Well?'

'Very nice. Take a look for yourself.' He pointed to a mirror.

'Oh. I love it.' She said turning around and looking at the back. She looked at
the price tag on the cuff. 'Ronald, are you sure?'

'Yes, I'm sure. Discipline comes in many forms. I happen to like this form, not
to mention, your form. You also need a purse to go with it.'

They took the skirt, jacket and purse up to the register and payed for them. The
counter girl put them in boxes and bags, and the left the store. When they were
outside the store, she stopped and turned to him.

'I guess I should thank you for all of this. I never had anyone do so much for
me.'

'No thanks are necessary. I just hope you enjoy them all, and tonight.'

'With you, I know I will' The went out to the car. The air was still warm, but he
pulled the top up. He then opened the glove box, and pulled out hand and
legcuffs.

'You were a little to disagreeable in there. I'm afraid you must ware these
home.'

'I was a bad girl.' she joked as he locked her wrists behind her back, and locked
her legs together. He started the car and drove off. This time, he went strait
home.

The whole time, the girl struggled in the chains. She fantasized that he picked
her hitchhiking. He said he would give her a ride only if she agreed to be
handcuffed during the drive. Of course she played it out that half way through
the drive, he stopped the car and proceeded to give her a lesion on not thumbing
for rides.

Her dream didn't come true. Soon they were pulling up the drive to the estate and
in the garage. He unlocked her ankles, but kept her wrists together. They went
into the house and back to the playpen.

'Since you weren't the model prisoner,' he said, 'I an afraid that you must be
put into solitary confinement for a while.'

'Yes sir, warden.' she replied. He removed her cuffs and ordered her to strip her
cloths off. When she was naked, she was commended to lay on the bed, face down.

He pulled her wrists behind her back and tied and clinched them tightly with lots
of rope. Her ankles were then roped together in a similar manner. He then
attached a length of rope to her wrists, bent her legs, and tied the other end to
her ankles. She laid on the bed in a very tight hog-tie.

She rolled around an the bed for a few moments, trying to get loose. She grunted
and groaned as she tried to loosed her ropes. Greenfield looked at her struggled.
The both knew that she wasn't going to get loose.

He shoved a cloth into her mouth and held it in place with another one tied
around her head. Her groans were muffled as she continued to fight the bonds. He
collected her cloths, and left the room.

She laid on the bedspread, rolling and turning around, trying to free herself.
She really didn't want to get loose, but it was fun to try. Soon her body was
getting hot and sweaty. Was the room getting warmer, or was she getting hot from
her struggles.

Marcy struggled for quite some time before she was exhausted. She felt her body
begin to ache. But she still relished the ropes that held her. She felt herself
getting sleepy. She never had slept when she had been tied up. But then again,
she never had been tied up in so many different ways, with so many different
restraints, for so long. She closed closed her eyes and gave in to sleep. She
awoke to find her body covered with sweat. During her nap, she had horny dreams
about being tied and ravished by several men. She then noticed Greenfield sitting
in the chair, watching her. She again started to struggle as her got up and came
over to her.

He untied her ankles form the wrists, and then removed the ropes around her
ankles. He spoke to her in soft, erotic words.

'I've been watching you. Did you have dirty little dreams? You must have, because
your body is wet and your ass is twitching. Your ass is so soft and firm. You
like it touched, don't you. Does this feel good too?' he said as his fingers
explored her and played with her clit. Marcy moaned into her gag.

Within a moment, she was hot with desire. Greenfield knew it, and was horny
himself. He dropped his pants, climbed on top of her and rammed his rod into her.
His hips ground into her ass. He rammed into her hard and fast. Marcy was
squirming under him, her orgasm building higher and higher. She raised her ass
up, trying to get him in deeper.

It was several minutes before he felt his climax building up. He moved his sweat
covered body faster and faster as it got closer. Marcy released her orgasm,
groaning through her gag. Greenfield knew it, and it made him all the more
excited.

Marcy couldn't wait for him to explode inside her. She wanted to feel his load
rush into her. Greenfield held it back for as long as her could. When he shot, it
was like a dam had burst. He mounded loudly, plunging himself into her deep.
Marcy arched herself, trying to let it deep inside her, and moaned deeply. It
seemed like he pumped in more and more each time.

He didn't move for a moment, letting the feeling of relief flow over him. He then
pulled himself off her and pulled on his cloths. Marcy expected him to release
her, but instead he tied her ankles together, untied her wrists, rolled her limp
body over, and retied her wrists together. He then attached her wrists to the
head board, her ankles to her footboard, and left the room.

For a few moments, she was upset. Why didn't her untie her and lay next to her.
She wondered if she was really just a good lay for him. But then she remembered
what this was all about. She was being punished. He had his plan, and she had to
follow it. She knew that she was more that just a good time. She felt in her
heart that she was falling for him, and would do whatever her wanted. This was
what he wanted, and what she deserved.

She again slept soundly for a while. She was awoke by the gentle touch of his
hands on her body. His fingers sent shivers of pleasure up her spine.

'A nice nap, my love?' he asked as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

'Yes' she answered, 'I dreamed about you.'

He united her body. 'It's about time for you to her ready for dinner. Your cloths
are in the dressing room. Meet me back here.'

'May I ask you something?' 'You may.' he answered as he handed her the satin
rope.

'How did you know all these cloths would fit me so well.'

'I got the sizes from you uniform. After that, it was very simple. I did have to
guess on a couple things, but I think I was correct.'

'It was amazingly correct. Did you buy it all.'

'Yes. I picked everything out for you specially. And it's all yours to keep, if
you like.'

'You're too good to me. I, I don't know how to thank you.'

'You've thanked me by being here. Now get along, we have reservations at seven,
and I'm getting hungry. I can be a real animal when I haven't eaten.'

'You are already one,'

He laughed, took her hand, and went with her to the dressing room. There he
kissed her, and left.