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 It had been a couple weeks since the dinner party that Amy and I had thrown
and she was getting into her new routine about the house.  Amy had just
completed serving breakfast, looking quite beautiful moving about the kitchen
in the nude, on this sunny morning.  I took great pleasure in cupping her
firm ass in my hand or pinching a nipple as she served the coffee, nearly
however, having the effect of getting coffee all over the table.  I had made
some special arrangements for Amy today which I was looking forward to
putting into action.  
 "It's time for you to shower and dress, Amy.  I want you to look especially
nice today...we're going out.  I want your makeup and hair to be just
perfect.  You will wear a skirt and blouse, panties and a camisole, and
stockings with garter belt for the day.  Do you understand?"
 Amy nodded in agreement and walked upstairs to prepare herself emerging in
about thirty minutes looking quite stunning.  She had followed my
instructions to the letter and wore a tight black dress and a silk blouse,
which allowed the lace of the camisole to peep through around the collar.
 Her stockings were sheer and had a small monogram on the ankle.
 "Lift your skirt, Amy, I want to see what panties you have chosen."
 Amy obediently took the hem of her skirt and lifted it revealing a pair of
string bikini panties and also showing the fine lace at the top of her
stockings.  
 "Very nice, Amy.  You've done well and look quite nice.  Get your coat,
we're ready to leave."
 We drove out of the city a few miles to a hilly area which was spotted with
large exclusive homes.  Turning off of the main road, I drove into an
unmarked driveway and up a long curving drive.  At the top of the driveway we
entered a courtyard in front of a large, European style country house.  It
was a bold structure, set into the hill, making ample use of large, exposed
wood beams and stone walls.  Amy looked at me with a questioning look, but it
was not yet time for her to know why she was here.  I walked around the car
and opened the door for Amy and helped her out.  Taking her by the hand I led
her to the front door.  We had not yet knocked when the door slowly opened.
 We were greeted by an attractive young girl dressed in a very plain dress,
which curiously buttoned up the front with only three buttons, revealing her
bare skin underneath as she moved.  She wore simple shoes and no stockings.
 Notable was the heavy gold choker about her neck which had one large ring
attached.  
 "Welcome, sir. The master is expecting you."
 The girl did not acknowledge Amy at all as she greeted us and led us through
the house.  Much like the exterior, the interior of the house was constructed
with large wooden beams and many stone walls.  The architecture was quite
bold and gave a warm secure feeling.  The girl walked up to a large wooden
door,  opening it to reveal a dark wooden staircase leading to the basement
of the house.  We followed her down the staircase to the stone basement.
 There at the bottom of the stairs was another door at which the girl
knocked.  Momentarily the door was opened by a tall dark man.
 "Master Claude, you guest is here," said the girl as she bowed her head.
 "Welcome to my home, please come in, greeted the gentleman.  "I'm pleased
that you have brought your Amy.  I'm sure already that she will suit our
purpose quite well."
 Amy's curiosity had peaked with the statement of her suiting the man's
purpose.  Just what was his "purpose" and what would she have to do to suit
it?  With this in mind, she nearly froze in her tracks as we were led into
the stone walled room.  The room was fitted with pillars, rings, and pulleys,
much like our room, but it had a very different feel and look.  It was like a
movie set of some 1600's castle dungeon.  The walls were lined with a
collection of shackles, whips, every imaginable type of leather restraint and
there was even a cell and tiny cage at one end of the room.  Although Amy was
in a bit of a panic, she was in no danger.  I had rented Amy as a photo model
to Claude, a designer of hand made custom restraints.  When Claude and I had
first met he had expressed interest in photographs of his craft to send to
prospective clients for which I had suggested Amy.   My agreement with Claude
was clear about the degree of pain that would be allowed, but anything else
was open.  It would prove to be an enlightening day for Amy.
 Claude walked over to Amy and immediately put his hand on her breast,
feeling her as though she were a piece of meat.  Her ass was next as she
turned to me for support as I stood watching in approval.
Amy started to pull away from Claude's advances.
 "Amy.  You will obey Claude as though he were me."
 "Claude, I think I will leave Amy to you.  I'll be back at the time we
agreed
 Amy gave me a forlorned look as I moved towards the door.  She thought,
"Surely I would not leave her with a complete stranger, especially one with
his own dungeon ! "  Actually she was right, because as I exited, I moved to
an adjacent room with a two way mirror from which I could watch the
proceedings.  Amy now stood alone before Master Claude.
 Claude began by issuing one word, "Strip".  Amy hesitated just long enough
to evoke the statement a second time from Claude, "Strip".
 Amy awkwardly stepped out of her shoes as Claude watched, never taking his
eyes off of her.  She then unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it to the floor,
hoping that as some point he would let her stop.  Her hands moved to her
blouse and slowly began to unbutton it from the top downwards, then moving on
to the cuffs.  She slipped the blouse off and seeing no option, let it also
drop to the floor.  Amy was flushed with embarrassment as she continued by
unfastening her garter from her stockings and slipping them down off her
slender legs.  Next on the floor was her garter.  Amy already felt naked
before Claude as the time arrived for her to remove the camisole.  Her
trembling fingers took hold of the soft material and pulled it upward, over
her head,  her bare breasts now exposed to the stranger's stare.  Finally
Amy's fingers reached for the thin strands that held her panties.
 "Must I," she queried with a lump in her throat ?
 Claude said nothing, his silence answering Amy's question.   She sluggishly
pulled the bit of clothing downwards giving up her last bit of modesty.
 Naked in the darkened room Amy bowed her head to avoid eye contact with
Master Claude.  
 "Amy, I believe you know the proper position to assume."
 Amy placed her hands behind her head and spread her legs for the pleasure of
her new master.  Claude clapped his hands twice and the door opened and the
girl, that had shown us in, entered the room.  Without a word from Claude she
slipped out of her shoes and unbuttoned the three buttons of her dress.  The
dress easily was slipped off of her shoulders and moments later the girl was
naked.  Claude turned to the girl and ordered her to cuff Amy's wrists and
ankles.  The girl walked across the room and picked up a beautiful wooden
box.  She opened the box and took out two pair of black leather cuffs, one a
bit larger than the other.  Standing next to Amy she began to fit the cuffs
to Amy's wrists, still held behind her head.  They were made of fur lined,
soft leather with buckles and rings made of what appeared to be polished
brass.  Next, kneeling at Amy's feet the girl attached similar fittings to
her ankles.  Amy hated to admit it to herself, but she felt a bit of
excitement in this situation, evident by the perking up of her nipples as the
girl's soft hands touched her legs.  Claude walked over to Amy and softly
stroked her body with the back of his hand, paying special attention to her
now firm nipples.  He took Amy by the arm and led her across the room to a
point where two large upright wooden beams stood about four feet apart.
 There were rings in each beams near the floor and at a height of about six
feet.  Placing Amy between the beams, Claude took Amy's wrists and padlocked
them, one to each beam.  Rather than stoop to attach her legs, Claude simply
held his hand out and his still kneeling slave came to assist.  Taking the
locks from his hand, she locked Amy's legs to the beams.  
 "The collar."
 At the words from her master, the girl got a matching leather collar from
the box where the cuffs had come from and began to fit about Amy's neck, her
breasts rubbing silkily against Amy's as she worked.  She cold not help
notice the girl's earthy, natural beauty as she worked to imprison her.  The
girl was slender with long dark hair and work no makeup.  Probably European,
she had hair beneath her arms and on her legs.  The girl's unusual presence
this close to her aroused Amy to another level as much as she fought the
idea.  Now totally helpless, naked, and secured to the beams, Amy was to get
her next shock as Claude boldly placed his hand between her legs and pressed
his finger into her slit, methodically rubbing her til she became damp.
  Claude then stepped back and just watched Amy squirm as she tried in vain
to escape.  Walking across the room to a counter he picked up a camera and
returned to stand just in front of Amy.  She nearly panicked, now realizing
that there would be photographs of her in this situation.  Claude raised the
camera and snapped a couple of frames as Amy strained in vain to turn her
body away from the camera's view.
 "Be still," came the command.
 Claude had quickly gotten Amy's attention, and considering the collection of
whips that were on display, she decided to obey.  Amy stood and faced the
camera as Claude snapped off a few more shots of the helpless girl.  Claude
stood and enjoyed Amy's squirming for a bit before he tossed the key to his
slave and told her to release Amy from the beams and to get a set of cuffs
for herself.  The girl quickly obeyed and soon had freed Amy and took her
position kneeling in front of the master with her hands behind her head, the
cuffs on the floor in front of her.
 "Amy, you will fit the cuffs to Marie."
 Amy walked to the place where Claude and Marie were and knelt down next to
the girl.  Picking up the cuffs she took Marie's hand in her's and began to
fit the cuffs to her wrist.  Completing that, she moved behind Marie and fit
the other pair to Marie's ankles, noting Marie's firm ass as she worked.
 Finally she placed the collar gently about Marie's neck and fastened the
buckle.  After having the two girls stand, Claude locked their wrists behind
their back and locked their necks together by means of a small length of
chain between their collars.  Positioning the two naked girls against a cold
stone wall, Claude again reached for his camera.  As Claude posed the two
misses in several revealing positions, Amy thought she would just die.  Not
more photographs, Amy thought in disgust, as he snapped a couple more.  
 "I'm a bit thirsty, you'll have to excuse me for a bit," stated Claude as he
led the two girls, still cuffed, to the cage at the end of the room.  Guiding
them inside the tall slender cage and locking the door with a large padlock,
Claude departed, turning out the lights and declaring  "Silence."  
 The cold steel cage had hardly enough room for one person, let alone two.
 The girls were pressed tightly together, the cold bars forcing them closer
to avoid the touch of the steel.   Amy stood quietly for a few minutes,
enjoying the feel of Marie's body rubbing against hers.  Finally, she could
keep silent no longer.
 "Marie, what will happen to me ?"
 "Quiet, Master will hear."
 "He's gone, don't worry.  I must know what's happening."
 "I cannot say.  Master will hear, and punish us"
 With that, Marie refused to say another word, leaving Amy as uninformed as
before.  It wasn't a minute later when the door opened, the lights came on,
and Claude returned only to use the camera one more time before settting the
two free.  With their hands now unlocked, Claude had them remove the collars
from each other.  Amy was hoping that she was about to be liberated, but this
was not to be.  The master had Marie fetch a wooden box containing a harness
of some type.  It was made from wide strips of black leather and had several
buckles and rings.  Amy could not, at first, figure what they were or what
they may be used for.  She was soon to find out.  Marie, who evidently had
had the experience, was directed to fit one of the harnesses to Amy.  First a
strap, much like the collar, was fitted about Amy's neck with the rest of the
device hanging down.  Next a belt was fitted about her thin waist.  There
were strips that connected the collar and the belt which were led down Amy's
back and the other down her chest, separating her breasts.  Finally the last
strap was fastened leading from the belt between Amy's legs.  The bold
Leather straps seemed especially heavy set against Amy's petite body.  Claude
then took Amy's arms and locked them to a ring at the back of the belt,
taking time to fondle her breasts once she was secured.  After having Marie
drop a rope from a pulley mounted in the ceiling, Claude attached a fitting
to a large ring mounted in the front of the harness just above Amy's breasts.
 Amy let out a worried yelp as the winch was engaged and the line lifted her
feet a couple inches off the ground.  She looked about the room at the many
whips and paddles that may be used on her, as she dangled helplessly.  Just
when she thought it could get no worse, she was now hanging, Marie was in the
process of locking her ankles together and Claude was reaching for his
camera.  Amy was again to be captured on film as she struggled to free
herself.  Claude then had Marie fetch a similar box from which he took
matching harness which he fitted to her.  Soon Marie was swinging from the
ceiling just a few feet from Amy.  Claude let the two of them hang a bit
after a few more photos, declaring that it was punishment for talking while
he was away.  His hand moved to Amy's silky behind and alternately stroked it
and spanked her as she tried in vain to pull away from his grasp.  Finally
Marie and Amy were lowered to the ground.  Although her feet had finally
touched ground, Amy was still bound quite securely, both hand and foot.
 Marie was loosed from her bonds, as her services would soon be needed.
 Claude had one more scene to photograph before he was finished with Amy.  He
lifted her, still bound, off her feet and carried her into the cell.  Hanging
from rings set into the wall were two heavy chains with shackles attached to
the ends.   The only furnishing was a small wooden stool.  Amy was set down
on the cold stone floor and Claude ordered Marie to remove the leather straps
from Amy.  Marie worked quickly and Amy was soon free, save the cuffs on her
ankles.  Free, only to be stood up against the wall and her wrists placed
into the heavy iron shackles, her arms held above her head.  With her arms
were secure, the cuffs were removed from Amy's legs to again be replaced with
heavy iron fittings.  "How much does he think it takes to hold a naked girl,"
Amy thought as she surveyed the heavy chains holding her.  Again the camera
appeared and Amy did her best to avoid the lens, but to no avail.  She was
captured again on film.  Claude ordered Marie to blindfold Amy before running
his hands over her breasts and pinched her nipples one last time before
leaving the cell and locking the heavy door behind him.  
 Amy stood there alone and naked for some time before she heard someone open
the outer door.  Claude was coming back with the camera for another time she
thought.  The cell door opened and she heard footsteps approaching.  Suddenly
there were hands fondling her body again.  Not the subtle stroke that Claude
had used before, but a more intense imposition.  Her breasts were being
kneaded, while the intruder's other hand moved between her legs.  Amy was
beginning to enjoy the stroking between her legs as the intruder's lips met
hers.  As my tongue thrust into her mouth she recognized who was assaulting
her body and pressed herself against me.  I loosed her blindfold as I
continued to stroke her clit, Amy's arms straining against her bonds.  I
continued to stroke Amy for some time til she came in my hand, her legs
nearly collapsing as she did.  I released her wrists from the shackles and
led her out of the cell, her ankles still in chains.  Marie waited outside
the cell to lead us out of the dungeon to a more comfortable room.  It was a
warm comfortable room with soft Persian rugs and many cushions throughout the
room.  On entering, Marie dropped to her knees and stated that her master had
wanted her to stay with us, should we desire anything of her.  After watching
Amy in bondage for the past hours I could hardly wait to have her.  I quickly
dispensed with the chains on Amy's ankles as she nearly tore my clothes from
me.  I placed a soft pillow under Amy's hips and began to kiss my way up her
thighs towards her pussy, Amy's hips squirming seductively.  My tongue was
soon stroking her slit arousing her toward another orgasm.  Amy's hand
reached for my cock and she began to stroke me harder and harder.  Finally
mounting her, Amy slipped my dick into her wet cunt.  As I began to fuck Amy,
I looked over to see Marie masturbating as she watched us.  This moved me to
new heights as we moved together towards our climax.  Finally Amy and I came
in sweaty passion holding each other tightly as we came.  As we began to
relax, we realized that Marie was still fingering herself just a few feet
away.
 "Join us," called Amy to Marie.
 Marie made her way to where we lay and the two of us took her in our arms.
 Amy began to suck her nipples as I moved between her legs.  Marie's hips
began to twitch as I found her clit and massaged it with my tongue,
eventually resulting in Marie coming while in our arms.  The three of us
stayed in the room for some time stroking and massaging each other before it
was time to depart.  
 Marie recovered Amy's clothes and I allowed her to put on only her skirt and
blouse for the trip home.  Marie, still nude, escorted us to the front door
and bid us good evening on Claude's behalf.  As we drove down the driveway
Amy inquired about the photos and Claude.  
 I answered simply, "Amy you were a wonderful model."  
 

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