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Return to the Valley   Part 5


"Well!"  was all David Hull had to say once the FBI agents had left. Tonya
stood still, not knowing what to do next. "So,"  said David, looking over at
her. His normal expression of surprise mixed with one of concern. "How are
you doing through all this?" "I'm fine, Sir."  Tonya was aware that even
though she knew him personally, David was still an occasional client of the
Kennel, but Tonya wondered for how long.  She was sure that her boss wouldn't
think highly of someone who was even vaguely connected with Kidnappers. But,
Tonya was duty bound to show him respect. David said nothing, his head filled
with what the FBI agents had been telling him for the last hour. Instead he
looked at his watch.  After a moments contemplation he pulled himself
together. "Look. We don't have much time to meet our ride out to Hiro's boat,
so lets save the chat for the trip.  I want you to go and start getting
ready. You can use the master bathroom to take a quick shower and there is
make up on the dresser in my bedroom. Make yourself up as you normally would,
but go a lot heavier on the eye shadow. I want something like Elizabeth
Taylor in "Cleopatra". Understand?" "Yes Sir."	Tonya was surprised that
David seemed this organized. It was a step up from when she last knew him.
"I'll be up soon, I have to make a phone call and disappoint someone." With a
dismissive gesture, Hull turned his back on her and went into a room. 
Shrugging to herself, Tonya headed to the bathroom. After a good shower,
Tonya stepped into David's bedroom dressed only in a towel.  David was there
laying out something golden on the bed. "I had to call the woman I was taking
to this party."  he told her. "She wasn't thrilled, and to be honest neither
am I." "I'm not exactly excited about it either, Sir."	Tonya replied. David
nodded.  "Well, at least there will be no problems with the costume.  Once
you're done with your face you will find some gold nail polish in front of
you. Do your nails, hands and feet. "Yes Sir." David changed into a tux and
paced behind her, unwilling to be drawn into conversation, so Tonya finished
making herself up in silence, doing her nails last as instructed. When done,
David had her drop her towel and Tonya spent an embarrassing five minutes
standing nude under David's gaze. Not that he had never seen her nude before,
but it had been a long time ago. "Eddie was such an ass, don't you think?"
he said, smiling. Eddie was the name of her prior Master. The man that
thought that bruises were the perfect way to compliment her skin.  It was
obvious to her that David thought she looked a lot better now. She smiled and
blushed a little further. "There is a car coming shortly, we should get you
into costume." he said, walking toward her.  He stepped behind her and pulled
her wrists behind her back. "I want to make sure you know what you're getting
into here."  he whispered into her ear. "This is a serious man we are going
to see, and one of the things he is serious about is his bondage kink.	We
are supposed to be a couple that is heavily into the lifestyle, which means
when he looks at us he is going to expect to see domination in my eyes and
submission in yours. Any sign that you aren't totally devoted to serving me
might net us the same treatment as those two agents those idiots sent in
before us.  Understand?" Tonya nodded, a little afraid and yet, excited by
David's closeness.  She knew she was reacting to his 'Dominant Male' act. It
wouldn't be hard to fake this relationship. David took a length of cord from
his pocket and bound her wrists behind her.  "From now on, you're mine. I
don't want anyone to think otherwise, not even the driver of the car that's
coming for us." "Yes...Master."  whispered Tonya. He let go of her and went
and lifted the outfit she was to wear off the bed, it shimmered in his hands.
The gold fabric seemed to glow and Tonya thought it was beautiful. "Stand
still."  he said, walking toward her. In his hands he held two golden
broaches, about three inches across. The broaches were attached to the gold
silk of the outfit. When he stopped in front of her she saw that the back
sides of the broaches were hollow, and it was only a second before they were
applied that Tonya realized why. Each broach had a built in nipple clip, the
handles of which were built in to the design of the broach.  David placed
them both over her erect nipples and let go. The pain was sharp, but not as
bad as she had feared. She quickly got used to it and soon it became nothing
more than an uncomfortable throb that echoed with something else in her
groin. She took the clips without making a sound, wondering how long they
would be on her. Now she knew why David had bound her hands first, the
temptation to reach up and take the clips off was strong. David smiled. 
"Good girl." he said. The material of her outfit hung loose from her breasts,
and David stepped behind her once more.  Taking two golden cords that issued
from the sides of the material, he pulled them back around her and tied them
with one knot in the small of her back, then he bound her wrists with the
remainder. Finished, he undid the first cord that had tied her wrists and
cast it aside. Now Tonya's wrists were bound behind her with the same cord
that held her outfit on. Tonya looked down to see what she wore. It was very
simple, nothing more than a section of gold silk, connected to her at the top
via the broaches that covered her nipples completely, and held around her
hips by the cord.  In front the silk fell to about mid-thigh, hiding
everything below her breasts, but in back the sides of the material didn't
quite meet, exposing her ass as well as her entire back. "Is this all, Sir?"
she asked nervously. "Not quite." He went back to the bed and returned with
gold collar and chain which he fastened around her neck, then he retrieved a
tiara that he placed on her head before stepping back. "You look wonderful"
he told her honestly. Tonya smiled, and hoped that at least it would be warm
where they were going. Covered in a long coat, Tonya was taken downstairs and
onto the street where a limo was waiting for them.  Tonya hoped, as she
slipped into the car, that no one noticed that she was bare foot. Inside the
vehicle, David ordered her to kneel on the floor and removed her coat. It
wasn't needed any more. As the car began to move, David leaned forward and
whispered in her ear. "We have to play for the driver."  He then sat back and
undid his fly. Not knowing if he was telling the truth or not, but resolving
to find out, Tonya did the only thing she could and took him into her mouth.
As she worked on him she was very aware of how completely uncovered she was
from the waist down and she hoped the driver kept his eyes on the road,
rather than on her upturned rear end. David kept her in his lap until they
stopped, then released her and got her out of the car. She stood, dressed
only in her silk outfit, on a dock next to the river. The sun was low in the
sky, it was still morning, and a breeze gave her a chill in her near nudity.
Sitting next to the dock was a large flying boat, it's huge wing casting a
dark shadow over the floating dock. Several people were already getting on
board and others were arriving in limos similar to theirs.  David took the
chain that hung from her collar and guided her toward the plane. A man in a
tux stopped them at the gangway and David handed him a small card, the
invitation.  The man looked Tonya over, making her blush. She did her best to
keep her eyes down. "Beautiful."  was all he said. David nodded and led Tonya
on board. Inside, the plane was very nicely done up. Gone were the rows of
seats that Tonya had expected, instead several plush armchairs were scattered
around the cabin.  Most were filled with men and a couple of women, while
others, obviously submissives, sat or knelt at their feet. A young oriental
woman dressed in a translucent silk kimono, stepped up and showed them to
their seat.  The kimono didn't hide the fact that the girl was naked
underneath it, but obscured enough to only hint at the girl's true beauty.
Tonya noticed that the woman's hair was done in a perfect Geisha style, not a
hair out of place. David was directed to a seat toward the front of the
plane, and he motioned for Tonya to kneel at his side. The Geisha knelt next
to Tonya and, to the bound girl's surprise, pulled a strap out of the floor
next to her. "Please slide to your left." The girl asked Tonya in a heavy
Japanese accent.  Tonya looked up at David, who nodded, so she did as she was
asked. The strap was passed around her waist and plugged into a slot in the
floor.	She was now locked to the floor in a kind of seat belt. David smiled
at her and did his own more conventional seat belt. Conversation among the
passengers was drowned out by the engines starting and soon the plane began
moving.  Without any ceremony it was soon in the air and the Geisha began
serving drinks. A breakfast buffet of sorts was also laid out, and the smells
reminded Tonya that she hadn't eaten since the night before. She told David
this, so he went and gathered a small plate of food which he spent the flight
feeding to her by hand.  At no time did he consider freeing her hands so she
could feed herself. As she ate, Tonya tried to look at the other submissives
in the cabin, but her view was blocked by David's chair.  The only one she
could see clearly was directly behind her, and it had to be the strangest
person she had ever seen. The submissive was a woman, and she lay curled
beside her Master's chair apparently fast asleep.  It looked like she was
completely naked, although it was hard to tell.  Her body was covered in a
design that made it look just like the body of an orange tabby cat, complete
with white socks and black button nose. Her hair had been shaved and the
design also covered every inch of skin on her head.  Her face was hidden
behind the face of a cat that had been applied to her skin with extreme care.
Her only visible accouterment was a big black collar around her neck. It had
a bell on it and a name tag that Tonya couldn't read. David noticed Tonya
staring and leaned forward so that she could here him without his having to
raise his voice. "It's not paint.  It's a tattoo." For the rest of the flight
Tonya wondered how someone could do that to themselves. The food and drink
were cleared away by the time the plane landed, and the movement of the floor
told Tonya that they were now out on the open ocean. Getting to the yacht
meant using a small boat as a ferry from the plane. Without her hands, Tonya
was forced to rely on the help of others to get about. Stepping into the
boat, she was surprised by the young Japanese boy that was evidently the
boat's pilot, he rubbed her bare butt with his hand and gave her a big smile.
A tug on her chain reminded the surprised girl that she was blocking the
exit.  She took her seat next to David and watched as the feline form of the
Catgirl crawled on all fours into the boat.  Tonya admired how graceful she
was, and now that she was moving Tonya could see that she was in fact totally
naked. The tattoo covered everything. The boat headed toward the yacht and
Tonya turned her attention toward it. It was huge, at least three stories
high and very long. She thought it looked more like miniature cruise ship
than a private yacht. It towered above the small boat as it pulled along
side. Again she was helped out of the boat, complete with wandering hands,
and stood finally where no FBI agent could as yet legally go, on the deck of
Hiro Atamo's sea going home, the 'Leta'. The group was led into a large salon
filled with people in formal dress and other kinds of outfits. Tonya hardly
saw any of that though. Her gaze had been instantly drawn to a woman kneeling
next to an older man just to one side of the doorway.  The woman, obviously
the submissive of the couple, was dressed in a leopard skin bikini of sorts.
That is the top passed under her breasts, exposing her ringed nipples to
which a large chain had been attached.	Because the chain didn't pull down on
the woman's breasts, Tonya assumed that it was made out of aluminum and was
merely for show. The bikini bottom was actually a loin cloth that was barely
big enough to do it's job, and like Tonya there was nothing at all covering
her rear. The woman's hands were cuffed in front of her and connected to the
chain attached to her nipples. A simple piece of leopard skin was tied around
her head, cleave gagging her. This did nothing to hide her identity though.
Tonya recognized her at once for she had looked after this woman many times
at the Kennel. It was Maria.




End of Part 5

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