Message-ID: <15455eli$9809190538@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Le Vit" Subject: The Valley Part 7 (bondage) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bde38b$be144280$66e5b4d1@windowsu> The Valley Part 7 The next morning I woke up next to Alan, still a little sore from all the sexual stimulation I had had the day before. For a change I had slept unbound, and I climbed out of bed quietly and headed for the bathroom. I was in the shower, soaping my hair, when the curtain was pulled back slightly and Alan joined me. He took my hands and held them behind my back as he kissed me good morning, then he told me to keep them there while he finished soaping my hair and the rest of my body. It felt wonderful being bathed like that, and I was sorry when it came to an end. His hands soothed and caressed my tired muscles. I had fun returning the favor, running my hands all over his body as I soaped him up. It occurred to me that this was the first time I had the opportunity to really get a good look at his body. He had certainly gotten a good look at mine over the last couple of weeks. He kicked me out once I had rinsed him down, with orders to go clean out Nelson's stall before breakfast. I ran smiling, and still nude, out to the barn, wondering what he had planned for today. I was almost done spreading new straw on the floor of the stall, when Alan came into the barn dressed in his usual jeans and shirt. While I finished up, he saddled Nelson and was standing next to him when I finally got done. "Are you going riding?" I asked him. "Yep! Thought I'd take you along today." He replied. "Aren't we going to eat first?" "Breakfast is all arranged, don't worry about it. Now come here Beautiful." Who could resist the nickname 'Beautiful'. I walked over to him, dusty and sweaty again, and he locked the leather cuffs I wore on my wrists together with a padlock. He also connected a chain to them, the other end of which was connected to the saddle. I figured Alan would be riding with me being dragged along behind again. He produced my hood and fitted it over my head. The blindfold section had been left off, so I could still see. But he chose to go with the penis gag which filled my mouth very well. "Very nice." He said when he was done, and I curtsied in thanks. He smiled and mounted his horse, and away we went. He didn't move quickly, he knew I couldn't rush being barefoot, and the walk was a pleasant one as we moved into the trees and along one of the trails. As I walked, I thought about how Melissa would have enjoyed this, and missed her not being here. The trail grew steeper and would occasionally pass through small gullies and ditches. After a lot of trampling through mud, I began to think that Alan was taking the messiest route he could think of on purpose. When I tripped one time and fell flat on my face in a deep section of mud, he turned and smiled at me, and I knew then that this wasn't any old nature walk, he DID mean for me to get messy. I got up, covered from head to toe in muck, and we continued on. A lot of the time during the walk, I had to rely on the chain connected to my wrists to help keep my balance. Many times Alan and his horse really did pull me along. It was quite a helpless feeling and that was something I found appealing. We reached the fence line, and I was happy that we would now be turning back. But Alan got off his horse, walked up to the fence and opened the gate across the path. I tried to scream. He wasn't seriously thinking of taking me off his property. Up to now, wondering around outside in the nude had felt safe to me since I could be relatively sure I wouldn't be seen. But now? I struggled and pulled, but Alan just ignored me and got back on the horse. Nelson looked back to see what all the tugging was about, but at Alan's urging started walking again. The path continued through a small pass and then met up with a dirt road. I couldn't believe Alan was doing this. I had visions of cars coming by and stopping so Alan could show off his new prize, me. What shocked me most was that I was getting turned on by this. The possibility of suddenly being seen dragged naked behind this guy on a horse must have triggered something inside me, for I found myself becoming aroused at the thought. My tongue began caressing the fake cock in my mouth as if it were real. We continued up the road a little ways and then Alan turned to follow a trail through some more trees. After a short walk we broke out of the trees right behind a building. I could hear a fan blowing and saw smoke coming out of a chimney. The smoke smelled of grease, this had to be a diner. Alan tied up Nelson to a post stuck in the ground and pulled my chain until I stood next to him. "I'm going inside for my breakfast." He told me with a smile. "If you're good I'll bring you a doggy bag." I whined and shook my head. He was planning to LEAVE me! "Don't worry, no one comes around here, at least Nelson has never said anything about it." He took my head and kissed me over the gag and then walked away. I tried to follow but was brought short by the chain. Alan disappeared around the corner of the building and he was gone. I could not believe he was leaving me here behind this restaurant like a..like his horse. Just another animal to be tied up outside to await it's master. Yet, there was a perverse excitement to it. I had never really gotten into the domination side of BDSM before, it had never really appealed to me. But the way Alan treated me sometimes, the way he would do with me exactly what he wanted, made me want him even more. Being left here like this, treated as nothing more than a piece of property, made me both angry and excited. I did not know what feeling was supposed to be the right one. My heart was pounding as I scanned the area around me, my hands trying to cover both my breasts and my groin and failing miserably. At least all caked in mud like I was meant I was partly disguised. At first glance you wouldn't be able to tell I was naked. But the hood marked me. It was so out of place people would be sure to take a second look. I was fortunate that trees seemed to cover every approach to the back of the building, except for a driveway that curled around the corner of the building. That's what I would have to watch. Nearby, a dumpster sat alone next to the back wall, not far from a door that I assumed led into the kitchen. There was a remote chance that I would be seen, but there was still a chance. I moved to where Nelson was tied to the post, with the intent of untying him and leading him into the trees. But Alan had been ahead of me. Nelson wasn't tied, but locked via a locking buckle just like the ones on my cuffs. I moved to place the horse between me and the driveway, it was the only thing I could hide behind. I don't know how long I had been standing there, when the door to the kitchen opened and a young woman in a waitress uniform stepped out. I was so surprised I didn't move, even though I was in full sight. Funnily enough, she didn't seem surprised to see me. "Hi Maria." she said. I almost died. I scrambled behind Nelson, but the horse moved and left me exposed once more. "It's okay Maria, Alan had me bring you something to drink." He did WHAT? The young woman was still smiling and walked toward me with a glass of apple juice in one hand. In the other I could see a set of keys. Thoughts of knocking her out and stealing the keys flashed through my head, but instead of acting on them I just tried to cover up as best as I could and watched her come toward me. She stopped behind me and handed me the glass. Then she unlocked the buckle that held the gag in and pulled it out for me. "What the hell is going on?" I almost screamed. "It's okay, Maria. Alan and I are old friends. I know his tastes well, having been on the end of his chain myself once." A former girlfriend? "I don't understand." I said. "Drink your juice and I'll explain." So I did. The woman introduced herself as Lisa, and I was right in thinking that she had been an old girlfriend of Alan's. They stopped dating but still remained close friends, although the death of Alan's father had sent Alan almost into total isolation for a while. Lisa told me that since I showed up, Alan had opened up again and she was happy that he had finally found someone who could make him happy. She went on to explain that the reason I had been brought here like this was so we could meet. "Alan tells me everything you see, we share a lot. Including an interest in BDSM, although Alan was always more talented in that area than I was. He thought that the two of us meeting like this would show you how much Alan trusts me more than anything else he could say about me. Believe me, Alan isn't out to embarrass you in public." I really didn't know what to say. Here I was, stark naked, cuffed and hooded in front of a woman who seemed so casual about it all. As if she saw naked slave girls tied up at her hitching post every morning. "Where is he?" I whispered. "Inside. He'll be out any second." She reached for my hand and held it, drawing both my hands away from my body. "Alan always had a thing for mud, I could tell you tales of ways he had me and mud put together. He's a good guy." I suddenly found myself very jealous of Lisa. Jealous of the life they had led before I came along. I wanted to ask just what kind of friendship they had now. "Nice to see you girls talking." Alan said from the doorway as he stepped through. I looked away, not trusting myself to speak right then. "She is still shocked I think." Said Lisa. "I have to agree with her, this was a very dirty trick." Alan took my chin in one hand and turned me to face him. His eyes were almost glowing and his smile was beautiful. He leaned forward and kissed me, and I found my resentment draining away. "I wanted to return the favor." He said quietly. "Favor?" I asked him. "Yes. You introduced me to someone special in your life. I wanted to do the same. Lisa has always been special in my life, and I'd like you two to become friends if you can. I trust her, as I trust you." This was a big deal. I wasn't sure how to respond. "You chose a funny way to introduce me to an old girlfriend." I said softly. "You think I went too far?" "Look at me. I'm naked and covered in mud and dirt. What kind of impression am I going to make on her like this? That I am someone you can drag through the mud any time you want? That I'm nothing more than a piece of meat on the end of a rope to you? I may be your little slave girl from time to time, but I'm a person first dammit, and I would have appreciated being treated like a person for something this important, than the way I'm being treated now!" Towards the end, my voice was raised, powered by my frustration and embarrassment. I instantly regretted my outburst. Alan's expression went from amused to hurt during my little speech. He reached out and took me in his arms, holding me to him. Lisa stood a little way off, embarrassed to be there. "I'm sorry Maria. I guess I wasn't thinking. You mean a great deal to me, more than I can say right now. You aren't just a piece of meat. I was stupid and wrong to do this." "It's okay." I replied. "It's just that this is a hell of a way to make a first impression on somebody." We hugged for a moment before Lisa interrupted us. "Say, guys!" She said. "I have to get back to work. I'm glad I met you Maria, and believe me, you made a good impression on me, despite what you may think. Maybe next time we meet it will be on more equal terms." I looked over at her, and my heart softened a little. It wasn't her fault that Alan had been so dumb. "Lisa, I'm happy to meet you too. And I'd love a chance to talk with you. Why don't you come by this evening for dinner. That'l be okay, wont it Alan?" I had trapped him on purpose. He looked at each of us in turn before saying yes. "That'l be great!" Lisa said, obviously relieved that I wasn't mad at her. I winked at her and she winked back and smiled. I had a feeling we would be friends after all! We watched her walk back into the diner. "Dinner?" Alan asked me. "It's the least you can do for me, embarrassing me like this." I said, playing with the buttons on his shirt. "It will give us a chance to meet like ordinary people." "I really am sorry about this." "I know. It's okay. I didn't mind the walk out here, I was scared but having fun, but meeting Lisa had me a little surprised that's all." "I'll promise not to do that again if it will help." He said. "No! Don't ever promise that. Your surprises are one of the things I love about you.!" "Love?" he asked. It was the first time I had said it to him. I wasn't sure I wanted to say any more. "I think we had better get back." I told him. "I'm still hungry, and at least you have had something to eat!" He laughed. "Well, I have something for you to chew on for awhile until we get home." He dangled the penis gag in front of my face. "Not as good as the real thing." I said smiling. "We can remedy that." He went and untied Nelson, and led him and me back into the trees. A short way in he stopped and hitched the horse next to a tree. At his direction, I knelt in front of the tree with my back to it, and lifted my arms high over my head. he took the chain attached to my wrists, and passed a loop of it around the tree, locking it to my wrist cuffs with the padlock he had used to hitch Nelson at the diner. My hands were now locked over my head to the tree. I looked about nervously, for we were still close to both the road on one side and the diner on the other. Alan undid is pants and I smiled as his penis sprung into view. As it slid into my willing mouth, I agreed with him that I was getting my breakfast now. We took a different route back to the house. I could tell for we followed the dirt road for a long time. Some cars did pass us by and I hid from them pressed right up against Nelson, his rough fur scratching at my bare skin. I was gagged again, of course, and couldn't offer any more protest than the occasional whine at the public route we were taking. We did turn off the road after crossing a bridge, and followed a trail through a deep but open valley between two hills. Alan told me that the bridge was where Melissa and I was to have met Eric that first day if things had gone the way he planned it. I began to wonder what would have happened if we had made it all the way through to Eric. Would Melissa have suffered so at his hand? Or would I too have been a victim? It wasn't until we passed through a gate onto Alan's land that I felt safe from the prying eyes that I thought surrounded us. I began to really enjoy the walk again. I would be glad to get home though. I was really caked in mud. And some of it itched terribly. With my hands bound and chained to the horse, I couldn't reach to scratch very often or even to wipe some of the mud off myself. Every so often Alan would check to make sure I was okay, but otherwise he just seemed to enjoy his ride as if I wasn't there. The master traveling with slave girl in tow. We slowed when we came to one ditch that even Nelson had trouble walking through. Alan got off him and led him though carefully, for the mud was very deep from all the rain we had lately. I was still struggling through myself when Alan stopped. "Maria, hold on a moment will you?" Alan ordered. I stood still, in mud almost up to my knees. I could feel it grip my legs and pull at the drying mud already coating my body. It was dark brown and gooey, and smelled. I thought something had happened to Nelson, but Alan had stopped for a different reason. "I want you to sit down now." He told me. I whined. Trying to question him. Alan's evil smile appeared,and I knew I wasn't going to get out of it. "You know, I may not approve of whipping, but I have always thought that a good spanking can be very beneficial." I did not want to be spanked. The memory of how much my butt hurt the last time he had spanked me, made me comply with his wishes. So far only my front had really been covered by mud due to the fall I took, and I was happy that my butt and back at least were still clean. But now that wasn't going to last. I crouched down, and slowly eased myself into the mud. It was cold, the sun not very strong through the trees above us. I sank slowly in the mud feeling the wet sticky mess ooze around my private parts until I was almost waist deep in it. "Now lie back and roll around a bit. I want you completely covered." he ordered. I lay back with my hands over my head and felt the ooze flow over my shoulders. rolling over I could feel it's cold embrace touch every part of my skin. The sucking sound it made as I moved made me blush, not that you could tell to look at me. When I stood up again he could see how well covered I was, I felt like the swamp thing. Alan's eyes were shining, his smile broad. I don't know what he found so attractive about mud, but I was happy he was happy and did a little dance for him. He laughed and turned back to his horse, leading him out of the mud pit before getting back on him. The mud felt weird as I walked. It made a slurping sound as I moved and was so thick it refused to run off. I also felt heavier and consequently moved slower, which meant that I was pulled along by the chain attached to my wrists a lot more than before. We walked for a long time after that and I was getting pretty tired, when Alan stopped again and got off the horse. We had to cross the stream again and I was happy that at least some of the gunk on me would get washed off. It was not to be though. Alan came and picked me up and carried me across, I didn't get to touch any of the water. We went down a short trail and ended up at the swimming hole. "I'm going to put you up here and then go get you some real food." he told me. I could only moan in response. He undid the chain attached to my wrists and led me to a nearby tree. Some quick work with a length of rope, and I was bound standing, to a branch overhead, my arms stretched high, my ankles tied together. He left me like that and got back on the horse, riding up toward the barn. I soon found that tied as I was I would be unable to shake or scrape much of the mud from my body. I figured if he wanted me to stay like this than it was fine by me. Just so long as I could cleanup before Lisa came by this evening. Alan came back shortly afterward with a shovel in his hand and began to dig a hole in the sand. It was easy enough to guess what the hole was for, and sure enough I was proved right when he untied me from the tree and led me over to it. He had me kneel in the hole, my hands uncuffed and placed on my wide open thighs. He gave my mud encrusted pussy lips a quick caress before shoveling the sand back into the hole. I had never been buried before, and was looking forward to seeing what it was like. Alan would stop and pack the sand down from time to time, and as it rose I could feel my freedom gradually being taken away. When he was done, I could barely move. I tried to lift my hands out, but the weight of the sand prevented any movement like that. I strained to stand up, but I had no leverage the way I was kneeling. I was very well trapped. Alan unlocked the gag and pulled it out,then took off my hood. I was relieved to be free of it, and the cool air on my face was very refreshing. "Thanks." I told him smiling. "How does it feel? Can you breath okay?" "It's good, I'm tired, but okay." Indeed I was, I let my body relax and the sand held me perfectly. I was very comfortable. A concerned look flowed across Alan's face. "I'm sorry about earlier." "It's okay. No damage done." I reassured him. "There's only one thing I can be angry about right now." He looked worried. "What?" "Lack of food and drink." I said smiling, and he smiled and began to laugh. "You had me worried." He said. "I'll fix that right now!" He got up and ran back up the trail. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face, the grip of the sand and mud on my body, the perfection of it all. Alan returned with bread and sandwich fixings, and a jug of apple juice, which I knew he loved. We spent a couple of hours eating and talking, with the only odd thing about it being that I was naked and buried in the sand. He talked about his work, and I talked about mine. We covered aspects of our lives that would seem a little mundane to most people but was very interesting to Alan and myself. We avoided talking about Eric, Melissa, Lisa, and, most importantly, his father. That is until I mentioned what happened to my parents. He was shocked when I told him that both Melissa and I were now, technically orphans. I could tell he didn't want to ask me how they died, in case I demanded to know about his father's death, but I wasn't going to let him off that easy. I had gotten past my own reluctance to talk about my parents death by now, and knew it was better to get it out in the open. I wanted to help him do that if I could, so I told him about how our parents were together on a trip to Greece, and how some $2.00 part failed on the plane they were flying in, causing it to loose control and crash into the sea. I told him about how they were four of the eighteen unlucky passengers on that flight that had drowned, unable to get out of the plane before it sank. I told him how Melissa and I had shared our grief, and how together we were able to come to terms with it and move on with our lives. He was very quiet after that, saying nothing but the usual things people say when they hear someone has died. I could tell that he wanted to say a lot more about his own recent tragedy, but instead he kept his silence, and w did nothing for a while except watch the water. Eventually he dug me out, his mood,somber, but returning to normal, and soon I was standing up again. The mud had pretty well dried on me, and was now coated in a layer of sand. As I moved I could feel the sand digging into every crevice of my body. I didn't like it at all. I looked longingly at the water. Alan had me stand still, so he could get a look at me. He seemed to love what he saw, and again I found him strange. "How does it feel?" he asked. "heavy, solid, itchy, scratchy, and a pain in the ass, literally." I said, shifting around. He laughed and then picked me up. He carried me into the water, and with a lot of messing around, he helped me wash off the goo until I was my old clean, nude self again. I could still use a real bath, but I felt a lot better than I did earlier. Once clean, he produced a padlock and locked my hands behind me, and we walked back to the house. On the way I told him that I should really clean the kitchen before Lisa came over, it was the one room I never got to touch the day before. Alan reluctantly agreed, and soon I was back in uniform scrubbing the floor and cleaning counters. I had expected a stricter bondage from him, but I found that just having my hands cuffed and my ankles hobbled was strict enough. There was a lot of reaching involved, both high and low, and if much else had been added to my bondage I may not have been able to do everything I set out to do. I was almost done, and was in the process of cleaning out the fridge, when Alan popped his head in. I didn't know he was there until he whistled his appreciation, and I looked round to see he was in the perfect position to watch my up turned ass as I bent over. I wriggled it and he laughed. "I'm heading out to get some steaks for supper." He said. "I feel like cooking outside tonight." "That's great!" I replied. "Maybe you can get us something other than beer to drink. I'd love a wine cooler." "Sure, B&J?" "Great!" He smiled once more and left, and I finished tossing all the old food out of the fridge. I dumped a couple of very full garbage bags outside the back door, carrying them while hobbled in eight inch chain was no fun. All I had left to do was put together a salad to have with the steaks, and then find something to wear before Lisa showed up. I completed both tasks before Alan got back, so I decided to take a bath and clean the rest of the mud out of my hair. It was a little dicey slipping into the tub with my ankles chained together, but once in the warm water, I felt very good, and took my time soaping and washing my hair. I did the best job I could with my cuffed hands,and as I was drying off I wondered what was keeping Alan. I had no idea what time it was, Alan still had all his clocks put away somewhere, but I knew how I could find out. I shuffled downstairs and turned on the TV. A TV listings channel had the time, and I saw that if Alan didn't hurry, there was a chance that Lisa would get here first. I decided to call Melissa to kill some time,and we chatted about my day and my meeting Lisa. I asked her how she was doing and she told me that she was fine,but I was worried. I said she shouldn't be alone, but she gave me some sorry about needing the space, and with a poor excuse, rang off. I vowed that when I got home tomorrow I would go over to her place and have a heart to heart. In the mean time I settled down to wait for Alan. An hour later I was getting very worried, and pulled at my cuffs almost continuously. He had been gone way to long to be just shopping for steaks, and I was worried that he may have gotten into an accident or something. I was concerned over his health, but also over the fact that he had the keys to my cuffs with him, and until he got home I was stuck. I would have to stay handcuffed and hobbled, naked, until he showed up. I was sitting out on the porch, when I saw a car drive into the yard. It had to be Lisa. I was still wearing nothing, and debated rushing as best I could into the house, but it was really to late to do anything about it. Besides, she had already seen me naked, and maybe like at the diner, she had the keys to free me. She came up onto the porch and saw me sitting in the corner, subconsciously trying to hide my nudity. "Maria?" She asked. I remembered that last time she hadn't seen my face. Her recognition of me was based on my naked body alone. It felt very strange her being able to do that. It was something only a lover should be able to do. It was evident she was surprised to see me like this. My hopes that she had the keys were dashed. "Hi." I said. "You don't know where Alan is do you?" "He's not here?" she asked, stepping closer. "No. he went to get some food, and has been gone for hours." "Leaving you like this." She gestured toward my bonds. I nodded. "Did he chain you to the chair too?" "No, I was just out here waiting for him." Lisa nodded. "If you don't mind, I'll find a phone and make a few calls." "Thank you. I don't know who I would call around here." She smiled and went inside. I got up and shuffled after her. I found her sitting at Alan's desk, talking on the phone. Whoever she was on the phone with seemed to be doing most of the talking. Lisa would occasionally say yes, or something similar, in reply to whatever was being said to her. She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway, and I blushed as her eyes swept down my nude body. "Okay. Thanks." She said, and hung up. "First place I tried I got lucky. But I don't think you're going to like it. I called the Sheriff's office. That's where he is. Apparently he and the sheriff are going over this business about the guy who got killed rolling his car out here the other day? Deputy Frank told me that they will be talking to him for a long time yet on the sheriff's orders." I felt faint, and held on to the door jamb for support. Could it be they found out about what really happened? I expected them to come for me next, to put me away for lying. At least I would save them the trouble of having to cuff me first. "Are you okay?" Lisa asked me. She had come over and put her hand on my shoulder. "It's okay. He'll be back in a while. Be glad he didn't gag you first. If you want I could stay with you until he gets back." I smiled, she was being so nice, how could I feel resentment toward someone so caring. "That would be great," I said, "I just...." I looked down at myself. My nudity contrasted wildly with her jeans and blouse. Lisa smiled and stepped back. "Tell you what," she said, "if your being nude makes you feel uncomfortable, then here." To my amazement, Lisa began undressing. She pulled off her blouse and undid her bra, placing both on the desk. After tugging her jeans off and peeling off her panties, she was a naked as I was. "Now we're even." She said smiling, not a hint of embarrassment on her. "No, not even, but close." I replied. She looked puzzled until I shook my bound wrists. "You have any more of those?" She asked me grinning. We sat at the kitchen table, eating the salad I had prepared. I had found the leather wrist and ankle cuffs that Melissa had worn the week before, and now they adorned Lisa's wrists and ankles. We hadn't been able to find any locks for them that were open, but we had improvised using cable ties I had discovered in a kitchen drawer while cleaning. The ties served the same function as the little padlocks I wore. They locked the cuffs on her, kept her wrists together and well as attaching the hobble to her ankles. She had also worked out a way to stay bound until Alan got back. What we did was go through the house, picking up everything we could find that we could use to cut the ties that bound her, and put them all in her car. She locked her car and tossed the keys up into the hay loft of the barn. No way would we be able to get up there, but Alan could. I was a little concerned about her being nude in front of him, but she assured me that it would be okay. She didn't seem at all phased about being nude and bound here with me, and in fact told me that a few years back she had spent a bit of time on the farm exactly like this. We talked as we ate. Lisa told me how she and Alan had met in high school and had dated for a while before going to seperate colleges. Their relationship cooled a lot while they were apart, but they stayed friends. After collage, they both returned home and after a few months, tried to rekindle their old relationship. "We had both changed, you know" she said, munching on a stick of celery. "Our interests and attitudes were so different now. Not to mention our futures. I took over the diner from Pop when he had his heart attack, and Alan was forever flying off somewhere to do a computing job for someone. I guess we never had the passion between us that would make a long distance relationship last. What we did have in common was an interest in bondage. But in the end that was all we had, so we gave that up too. We became better friends after we stopped trying to be lovers. Neither of us has ever regretted that decision, nor wanted to go back." I was relieved that I wasn't facing a rival here. "How did you get interested in bondage?" I asked. She smiled and looked down at her plate. "Would you believe in collage? I belonged to one of those progressive sororities. Only behind closed doors we were more progressive than most. Over time the sorority had built up a heavy tradition of S&M practices, and all the sister's private lives were very involved in bondage and domination. When screening pledges, they were careful to pick only those that seemed receptive to the houses activities, even though the pledges had no idea what really went on. One of the final tests before becoming a member was to spend a weekend in the basement of the house, locked naked in a small cage while learning by heart 'The Story of O'. Do you know the book? Anyway. You weren't let out until you could recite all the parts of the book they had gone over in yellow highlight, and by then, if you didn't have an idea what was going on in the house, then you were an idiot." Lisa was beginning to blush, and not once did she lookup at me while she talked. I was amazed to hear about this sorority. "The new girls were attached to older girls as personal slaves. We had a dress code for them, which was basically nothing more than an oversized T-shirt, with nothing else worn at all, not even underwear. This was while they were at the house only of course. New girls were required to answer the door also, and it was embarrassing having to do that while wearing just a T-shirt, but you quickly got used to it. There were other rules. No public nudity, that stayed in the bedrooms. Nothing non-consensual. In fact, except for a few things we required for our freshman and sophomore students, nothing BD oriented was required at all. You didn't have to get involved with any bondage if you didn't want to, although it was rare for any member not to play once and a while. Our strict recruiting meant that the house was filled with those who wouldn't disapprove of most of the things we did there. It made for a very relaxed and healthy atmosphere, for there were few secrets in the house." "What were the few things you required your younger sisters to do?" I was very curious, for once forgetting my own problems. "Not much, but the rules were enforced. If you didn't comply you were asked to leave. Don't worry it was nothing dangerous, and not even sexual. The biggest thing was the chastity belts. Freshman and sophomores were required to wear one whenever they left the house. The only times outside the house they could go without it was when they had a sporting event of some kind where there was a possibility of them being seen in the showers or something. Or if they had a medical appointment of some kind. Otherwise a belt was locked on them by an older sister. This cut down a lot on the dating." She laughed,and was slowly gaining the confidence to look at me again. "One room in the basement was set up with a group of desks and after school these girls were chained by the ankle to them while they did their homework. A couple of sisters were always with them in case they needed to get up for any legitimate reason. Our house got a very high average G.P.A. because of this, and the study habits carried over into the older girls who by then were so used to getting things done. As I mentioned earlier, the new girls were set up as slaves, but that meant more as domestic help than what you're thinking. The girls helped the senior sisters out by taking care of their cleaning and laundry and stuff like that. It was one of the perks of being a senior, and the new girls didn't mind because they new that their turn would come. That's not to say sex didn't happen. I think we had a higher level of lesbianism in our house than any of the other houses. Mostly among the younger girls, who only had access, shall we say, once the chastity belts were removed. No men were allowed in the private parts of the house, that is the bedrooms, so even the girls that did try to date, still couldn't bring a guy home hoping that the belt would come off so they could have some fun. It was frustrating for all of us as we passed through this stage, but the rewards in our school work and in how our parents looked at us when they saw how we gave up boys to concentrate on school, helped ease the pain. I think we were all a lot more responsible about it when we were free to date as we liked." "Does that mean you experimented with...?" I was thinking abut my love session with Melissa. I hoped I wasn't blushing too badly. "With women?" Lisa asked. "Sure, almost all of us did. For most it was just a passing thing. They tried it and that was that. Some of the girls struck up relationships, some of us learned that we could like it either way." "So, you're bi?" Lisa laughed. "You worried I'm lusting after you and am going to jump your bones?" I shifted in my seat, a little uncomfortable with her frankness, and being nude at her confession. "Don't worry Maria. While I can see why Alan finds you attractive, I wont make any moves on you." I smiled, and the tension was broken a little. "What about you?" Lisa asked me, eyes shining. Now it was my turn to look down. Slowly at first, I told her about my relationship with Melissa, and how after being nothing but life long friends, we mad love for the first time a few nights ago. Lisa listened quietly, until I was finished, and then reached across the table with both hands took mine. "You have something special there." She told me. "To share an experience like that with someone you love as much as Melissa, is the most beautiful thing you could do. Cherish the moment. Can I ask you one more personal question?" "Sure!" I said,looking up. "If you and Melissa got the chance, would you do it again?" I sat and thought about it for a moment. "Yes." End of Part 7. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----