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The Valley    Part 8




I lay awake on the bed for hours, thinking about my answer to Lisa.
Was I Bi?
I didn't think I felt any attraction toward Melissa. Not sexually anyway.
Yet there was no denying that she was the most important person in my life
right now, although Alan was fast approaching that mark.  
I thought maybe we had just been caught up in the moment.
Maybe.
It was hard to think while I worried about Alan.
Lisa, after I had told her, sensed correctly that I didn't want to cover
the subject anymore. So instead she asked about the bondage I had been
through while I was here.
I told her about a good deal of it, and she was especially interested in
the prison cell we had built.
She urged me to show it to her, so I took her out there.
That had been a big mistake.
After we shuffled all the way out there in our eight inch hobbles, Lisa
went a little overboard in her enthusiasm by pretending to cuff her wrists
in the still hanging wrist cuffs. Unfortunately, she went too far with one
of them and actually snapped it shut.  
No amount of tugging by either of us could pull her hand free, and we
didn't have a key. 
In the end, I snapped the second cuff to her other wrist to even out the
strain on her body, for it was clear she would be spending the night in
there until Alan came home.
Lisa was good humored about it though, and urged me to go to bed and get
some sleep so she could fully experience the bondage she was in.
So I did.
As the night went on, my thoughts occasionally drifted out to the shed
where she was trapped, and I hoped she was having a good time.
I wasn't.
I pulled once more at my bound hands and feet, at that moment wishing I had
never heard of bondage.


I must have dozed off. I woke with a start when I heard a vehicle pull up
in front of the house.
I tensed up, was it Alan?
I cowered under the bed covers when I heard steps on the stairs.
"Maria?"
It was Alan.  I almost cried.
"I'm here, in bed. God, I was so worried!"
"It's okay. are you all right?" He said, joining me.  He took me by the
shoulders and hugged me to him. I reached over his head with my cuffed
hands and held him tightly.
"I was so scared." I said.  "What did the police want?  How did they find
you?"
"You knew I was with them?" He asked.
"Lisa told me."
"Speaking of whom, where is she? Her car is outside."
"She's in the prison shed."
In the darkness I could see Alan frown. "Why?"
"It was an accident." I told him about the events in the shed, as well as
everything we had done that evening.
Alan listened without smiling.
"I had better go free her then and send her home." He said.
"No, don't go!"  I wasn't ready to let go of him yet. I needed to hold him,
for a while longer.
"I need to let her go, Maria."
"She's okay, she likes it there.  She wouldn't mind staying until morning."
"I don't doubt it." Alan replied, struggling out from my embrace. "But she
has to go.
"Please stay!"  I was frantic for him to stay. I had lost a little control
and could only think of being near him.
"I'll be right back!"  He was really struggling to get away from me.  He
managed to lift my arms up over his head and dumped me back on the bed.
Before I knew it he had rolled me onto my front and began digging for his
keys. 
"I have had one shitty night Maria!" He said as he unlocked one of the
cuffs. He pulled my arms behind me and pulled up my ankles to meet them.
With just a little fiddling, I soon found myself hogtied.  "I've had more
buttons pushed than I care to tell about right now!"  He grabbed something
off the floor, it turned out to be a bandanna. I knew because he balled it
up and shoved it deep into my mouth. It was quickly followed by a second
that he used to tie the first one in. My cheeks bulged, over stuffed with
cloth. I mewed, protesting my treatment, but helpless to do anything about
it.
Alan stood back and I struggled in my bonds.
"Now.  I'm going to go let Lisa loose and then go to bed in the other room.
I'll see you in the morning."
I didn't see him leave. I was too busy crying.
When I calmed down a little later I took stock of my situation.  To hogtie
me, all he did was relock my hands together so that the chain between my
ankles passed through the padlock. It was very effective. The chain was so
short I could hold my feet in my hands. It put a great strain on my body,
as hogties usually do, but after a while I got used to the strain and other
things made themselves known.
My gag was tight, and my mouth was very full. The cloth inside it was
pushed far back in my mouth, but not so far that it threatened to trigger a
gag reflex.  It was very effective, even more so than my ball gag. I
doubted I could me heard outside the room.
I knew I shouldn't have come on so strongly to Alan. But my fears had
fueled my need to have him near. I could understand why he got upset, but I
was a little afraid of him having taken his anger at the police out on me.
About the only thing I could console myself with was that at least all he
did was tie me up, and not hit me at all.  If this was the only way he
would vent his anger, then maybe there was still hope for us.
I watched the sun slowly come up through the window, unable to relax enough
to sleep.  I lay in silence as that big burning ball of gas, climbed into
the sky.
I heard a noise at the door.
I craned my neck around. It was Alan.
He was a mess.  I don't think he slept either.
"I'm sorry."  He said.


We slept together until late in the morning, before waking up and making
long slow love for a while. 
Alan had released me of all my bondage when he came to bed, but didn't
permit me to ask him anything about what had happened to him.
It didn't matter to me, not then. I was just happy to have him near me.
Alan drifted to sleep again, as men are apt to do, but I lay wide awake for
a while. I had to go back to work tomorrow, which meant I had to leave
today.
It occupied my thoughts when I got up and went through my morning bathroom
routine.  It stayed with me when I went downstairs to the kitchen.  It was
still with me when Alan found me sitting on the porch enjoying a cup of
coffee.
"Hi." He said, sitting next to me on the swinging love seat.
"Hi." I replied. I didn't look at him. Instead I watched the trees moving
gracefully in the light breeze that had come up.
"I'm sorry about last night."  Alan said quietly.
"It's okay."
"No...It isn't." He turned to me and took my hand, which made me turn to
look at him.  He hadn't shaved yet, probably came looking for me as soon as
he woke up. I found myself tracing the line of his stubble with my eyes as
he talked.
"The Sheriff gave me a hard time last night. He'd come talk to me for ten
minutes, then leave me for an hour, and then come back for another ten
minutes.  He was pissed about something."
"Are you in trouble?" I asked.
"No.  I don't think so.  He was just fishing. He finally sent me home in
disgust. I think he was expecting something different from what he got. 
Anyway, I don't think he will be bugging us anymore. But that isn't
important. I shouldn't have done what I did to you last night. You didn't
deserve it."
"No, I didn't." I agreed. "But there was some good in it."
"What do you mean?"
"You could have come home drunk, but you didn't. You could have gone
straight to bed in the other room, but instead you were concerned about me.
 You could have...could have taken out you anger by hitting me, but you
didn't do that either.
You could even have just shut the anger away somewhere, which isn't very
healthy, but you chose to vent it.
That you vented it on me in such a non-violent way, is the only reason I'm
talking to you now. I feel lucky that you aren't the kind of person that
uses their anger violently."
"I...thanks." He said, holding my hand tightly. "I was scared that I might
have pushed you away."
I reached up to his face, and leaned forward to kiss him. He tasted ever so
sweet.
"This is my last day here." I told him when we parted.
"I know.  Do you want to leave?" he asked me.
"No.  But I have to.  I need to see how Melissa is doing."
"I understand. But you will be back wont you?"
"Oh yes!"  I laughed, and Alan smiled.
"When do you want to go?" 
"Soon." I replied. "I have to get things back in order before work
tomorrow."
"Okay. Well, lets have lunch, and then I'll take you home."
"Sounds good."
We ate the steaks that Alan had bought the night before, just before the
police had picked him up.  He grilled them on this large brick grill next
to the house.  While he grilled I sat in a lawn chair and watched, not that
I could do much else.
Alan had taken some rope and tied my hands and feet to the legs of the
chair.  It occurred to me that this was the first time he had tied me up
with clothes on, it was a chilly day and I wore a T-shirt.  
Alan was very attentive. He made sure I had enough to drink, and didn't
leave me alone at all.  We shared the rest of last nights salad with the
steaks, and Alan cut mine up into  tiny pieces before feeding me with his
own hands.
I asked him about Lisa, and how she was when he let her go.
He told me that she had been sleeping when he found her. Sitting up against
the wall with her arms stretched upwards by the manacles.  She was very
grateful to have been released, and Alan told me that he had been a little
uncomfortable seeing her naked again.  There was one moment of panic, when
Alan had trouble finding Lisa's keys, but otherwise everything went
smoothly, and soon she was completely free and driving home.
"She really likes you."  He told me.
"I like her.  She told me about her school days."
Alan laughed.  He began to tell me a tale she had told him about a crazy
dare she had taken while in collage.
When she was a junior, she and some of her sorority sisters were talking
over drinks about some of the crazy stories they had read in 'Playgirl' and
other like magazines.  One of them, told a story about this dare a group of
girls had completed, that got the sorority sisters quite interested.
The dare was that one girl could walk through a mall completely naked,
while being surrounded by several more girls, but not be noticed.
Lisa said told Alan that the sisters decided to do the dare themselves, to
see if it could be done, but they needed a victim to be the one going
naked.  They drew straws and Lisa was the unlucky one.
They met at one of the malls a couple of days later, and the rules were
explained to Lisa, who listened with a sinking feeling in her gut.
About ten girls showed up, and as instructed, all wore shorts and halters.
Nothing extra that could be taken off and leant to Lisa in an emergency.
Lisa was told to strip in a rest room at one end of the mall. Her clothes
were then taken by one of the girls to a rest room at the other end.  This
was to make sure that Lisa had to get through the whole mall to get dressed
again. One last indignity was that Lisa's hands were held behind her back
with a short piece of rope tied around her wrists. She was less and less
enthusiastic about doing it, but peer pressure kept her in the game. So
away they went.
Stepping out of the rest room was one of the hardest things she had ever
done, she told Alan. But the other girls surrounded her completely and hid
her from view very well. Having her hands bound made it even harder, but
she knew that if they hadn't done that she would have kept her hands
wrapped around herself and given the game away for sure.  Having the rest
of the girls wear so little helped too.  Lisa's bare shoulders and legs
went unnoticed in a crowd of girls all looking the same.
After they had walked about a quarter of the way down, Lisa was actually
beginning to relax and enjoy herself, until the girls all changed direction
without warning.
All the girls suddenly veered left and walked toward a clothing store. 
Caught unawares, Lisa was almost exposed but managed to stay in the group.
She didn't realize that one of the group had arranged with the others a
series of detours to make the dare a little more interesting.
The girls all walked into the store together and crowded one corner where a
lot of racks of dresses hung.
Lisa was trying to catch their attention, to ask them what was going on,
but under orders, none of the girls would talk to her.  She was so focused
in trying to talk to one of them that she didn't notice when the group
split up. 
Suddenly the girls were everywhere and Lisa was left alone, naked and
bound, with only a clothes rack for cover.
"She was as scared as hell." Alan said. "But a part of her was having a
good time, so she relaxed and decided to see what was going to happen
next."
Alan told me that after just a minute the girls regrouped around her and
they all left the store.
They pulled this trick twice more before someone noticed three guys that
were following them.  Lisa was scared that she might have been seen, so the
group decided to stop playing games and made a bee line for the bathroom
where Lisa's clothes had been hidden.  The guys, however, weren't satisfied
with glimpses of what they thought they saw. They quickly caught up with
the girls and tried to push their way through to Lisa.
Alan started laughing at this point, and I had to wait until he had enough
control to finish the story.
"Lisa's friends had to change tactics. They all got between the guys and
Lisa, which left her pretty much uncovered in the other direction.  By then
they were only a couple of stores away from the bathroom. so, while the
girls wrestled with the guys, Lisa decided to make a dash for it and ran
buck naked, without any cover, the last forty feet or so to the rest room.
She was lucky there was no one in there, but with her hands bound she still
couldn't get dressed, and had to wait for one of her friends to come in and
free her.
She wouldn't leave the rest room until her friends assured her that the
guys had gone. Boy was she embarrassed."  He laughed some more and I
laughed too.  "She got some revenge though."
"How, on who?" I asked him.
"On the girl whose idea it was to go in the stores.  Lisa challenged her to
the same dare, only at the beach instead.  The girls all wore bathing suits
except the victim who was naked and bound as Lisa was.  Lisa set her up by
having a couple of friends come out early and dig a nice hole in the sand.
The friends guarded it until the group approached.  The unlucky victim was
ordered into the hole and was quickly buried by the rest of the girls.
There she stayed for the rest of the day while the other girls had fun in
the sun."
We laughed some more, and I tried to rub my thighs together.  The thought
of being naked and helpless in the middle of a busy shopping mall was
making me hot. But tied as I was I couldn't do anything about it.
Alan noticed the involuntary movement of my thighs and grinned.  He rubbed
one finger up and down my hairless sex for a moment and brought it up again
to show me how wet it was.  I blushed furiously while he laughed.
We had by this time finished eating, so Alan left me where I was while he
cleared everything away.  Once done, he came and stood in front of me.
My eyes were wide. He had taken off his clothes and stood before me at
attention, so to speak. His penis stuck out straight, pointed directly at
me.
With a  smile, I opened my mouth, and soon Alan was smiling too.  I loved
the taste of him.
As I was cleaning him off with my tongue, Alan began untying my hands.
"Stand up!" He ordered.
I stood, ankles still tied to the legs of the chair.
"I don't think it natural for me to be clothed while you aren't my little
slave girl."  He said smiling.
"But, I spent most of the week being naked while you wore clothes."  I
answered.
"As far as I am concerned, that is the natural way of things."  His evil
smile returned. I wondered what he was up to.  "First we will have to even
the dress code."
Alan grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it up and off my body.  The cool air
rushed about my bare skin, but the sun had been getting stronger and it was
nowhere as cold as it was this morning.
Alan produced my ring gag,and with a groan I opened my mouth to accept it.
He buckled it tightly before locking it in place. Then he passed some rope
through the D rings of my wrist cuffs and tied my wrists together before
untying my ankles.
"Before I prep you for your trip home, you have a chore to do.  It seems we
have neglected Nelson today. You can clean out his stall before you go.
I groaned again. There goes my clean body.
In the barn my wrists were untied, and I set to work one last time.  Alan
sat on his horse, bare back. Bare everything really, both Nelson and Alan.
They made a striking pair.
They watched as I hauled hay bales and feed back and forth across the barn,
getting dirtier every time I touched something.
When done Alan called me over.  He slid off the horse and tied my hands
together again behind me, before leading Nelson back in to his stall.
"You did a good job." He said. "Pity you wont be able to keep doing it for
me."
I shrugged, what could I say?
We went back toward the house and Alan had me stand next to the hitching
post out front.  He bent me over and tied my neck to the horizontal bar of
the hitching post.
Bent at he waist, my breasts hung free and Alan couldn't resist holding
them and squeezing them a little bit.
Standing in front of me I could see his newly risen manhood probe my held
open mouth, and with no difficulty at all he slipped it in. I worked my
tongue around the head of his penis, but he didn't leave it in there long.
He gave my nipple one last squeeze and pulled out. He walked back into the
house.
He came out with a blindfold in his hand and put it on me.
I stood, bent over, patiently, while I listened to him come in and out of
the house.  He was doing something with his truck, i could hear the
banging, but I couldn't tell what.
Hands at my throat, and I was able to stand up again.
I was led over to the truck and carefully lifted on to the bed.
It was a bed in a truer sense too.  I felt blankets under me, nice and
soft.
Alan undid my hands and had me lay down.  Ropes at my wrists and ankles,
and I was bound in a very strict spread eagle.  There was almost no give at
all.
I felt Alan's naked body climb on top of me, and soon he was pumping away
inside me and I tried as best I could to come to orgasm.
I didn't succeed. Alan again took me for his own pleasure, leaving me
frustrated once more.
I groaned at my need, but all I got was a pat on the thigh as he got off he
truck.
There was a period of silence, and I lay there thinking about what he might
try next.  I hoped that if I was riding back to town like this, he would at
least cover me with something. The first trucker to pull up behind us would
have a wonderful view the rest of his trip!
A thump between my legs alerted me that Alan was back.  Something had been
put in the truck with me.
I heard the sound of a tarp being pulled across metal, and soon the heavy
smell of canvas filled the air and the sun's warmth was cut off. He was
covering me.
Not long after that, the truck started, and we were on our way.
I hoped as we drove, that Alan had remembered to pack my stuff, and that
that was what he had loaded between my wide open legs.
The strict bondage had tired me out by the time the truck stopped and the
engine shut off. I was glad to be finally home.
I heard a lot of rustling as the tarp was pulled clear, and I took a deep
breath of fresh air.
I heard a familiar jingle of keys and reasoned he must have dug my house
keys out of my bag.  He took some time to haul some stuff out of the truck,
then came and freed me.
I wasn't freed totally. He bound my hands behind me again, before helping
me off the truck.  I walked stiffly forward, guided by Alan, until I
stepped across my own threshold once more.
He walked me through the house and into my bathroom, sitting me down on the
toilet. I was ordered to wait there and take advantage of the utilities. I
waited until he was gone to do so.  When Alan came back, he untied my hands
and locked them together in front of me. He led me back through the house 
a little ways and hooked my hands high above my head to something hanging
from the ceiling.  I assumed he had discovered the large hook I had placed
in the ceiling for just this purpose.
My legs were pulled apart and tied off. I wouldn't be able to bring them
together again.
I tugged and pulled a little, testing the effectiveness of the bondage, but
other than some slack in the rope that held my wrists, all was secure.
Alan waited until I stopped struggling, before removing my blindfold.
"Hi." He said.
I giggled and looked around the room as best I could.  My upraised arms
prevented me from looking behind me.
Everything looked as it should, except for the small lock box sitting on my
coffee table.
Me, I was standing in the center of my living room. Very spread and open.
The sunlight streaming through the bay window on to my body.
The window.  I was in full view of the street and the houses across from
me.
I only hoped that I was far enough back to be lost in the shadows.
Then I noticed that Alan had turned the lights on.
Alan had watched me as I took all this in. He saw that I knew something was
up.
"You can't see it behind you." He said. "But your arms are connected to a
ring in the wall via an ice release mechanism I read about on the net. 
Basically its a sock filled with ice, held by a ring.  The sock is attached
to the same rope you are, the ring attached to the wall. Until the ice
melts, the sock can't pull through the ring and let you go.  It's very
ingenious."
I moaned and pulled hard on the rope, but it would not let me go. He was
going to leave me here like this.
"The box I left on the table contains the keys to the cuffs and the gag.
It's locked with a combination lock. I'll call later with the combination."
Alan leaned forward and kissed each of my nipples, biting each one and
bringing forth a moan each time from me.
"I don't want to let you go you know." He whispered in my ear. "I want to
hold you and keep you forever. Maybe in the future I will get my wish, but
for now I will leave you."
He gathered up a small bag, and walked to the door, while I moaned in
frustration.
He turned for a moment.
"Oh, the ice should melt before dark, but if it doesn't, I've left the
lights on so you wont get scared."  He grinned and left the house, while I
squealed.
If the ice hadn't melted before it got dark, I would be lit up for the
whole street to see. They would see everything, including my hairless
pussy.
I pulled and struggled a lot over the next few hours. I would try to turn
around, to get a look at how much ice would be left, but I could never get
my head around.  The sun got lower and lower in the sky, and I was
beginning to cry when I felt my arms slide down a little.
I pulled hard and my arms game free. I was so happy!
Feeling very stiff I bent over and undid the ropes that held my ankles
apart, then I sank to the floor, thankful that I could close my legs again.

I rested for just a moment, before deciding to get up to get some water and
turn off the lights.
That's when I got a rude surprise.
I pulled the rope through the hook in the ceiling, but was puzzled when the
end with the sock failed to pass through.
Lowering it back down, I saw that Alan had attached directly to the rope, a
large ring that was too big to pass through the hook.  I examined my cuffs
and saw that a similar ring was attached to the rope at that end too.  The
only way to free myself of the rope was to unlock the padlock that held my
cuffs together.  The rope let me have about ten feet of travel in any
direction. But that wasn't enough to find something to cut it, or more
importantly, to reach any of the light switches.
I could reach the lock box, but one look told me I would not be able to get
it open without the combination.
It looked like I was still Alan's prisoner, until he decided to free me.
I laughed at the futility of it all.
I guess I could have called him, but the note with his number was in my
bedroom.
At least I could sit here and be out of sight of the street.
As I watched the last of the suns rays fade into the night sky, I realized
how much I loved the man who could keep me nude and bound in my own home,
and vowed to be with him for good someday.




End of Part 8



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