Message-ID: <15641eli$9809270529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Le Vit" Subject: The Valley Part 9 The End Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bde9da$ed8b17a0$7ce3b4d1@windowsu> The Valley Part 9 It has been a few months now, and I'm happy to say my relationship with Alan is still going strong. We have seen each other most every weekend, and spent time on the phone when apart. Our relationship is still based heavily on bondage, but we have also spent time together as regular people do. This 'normal' time has done nothing to cool our relationship, in fact it has allowed us to get to know the other even better. It's kind of funny though. It wasn't until a month after I met him that Alan saw me for the first time in my own clothing. Up until then, I had either spent my time with him nude, or in one of his shirts. For a while I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be dressed around him. Not that I minded. It was still more natural for me to spend my time in the valley nude and bound, than any other way. In fact, I only got to wear my clothes when we spent time in public, and that was only when he was visiting me, instead of my visiting him. When going to his place, two things hadn't changed. I always went nude, nothing on but my restraints, and I always went blindfolded. I have yet to know the way to the valley. The first weekend he came for me, he tied me up and then searched my home for the map he had drew me. I asked him why he didn't want me to know where he lived, and he told me with a smile that it made it harder for me to run away from him. Not that I would ever get a chance to run from him, I'm happy to say. Alan has gotten pretty good at making sure I'm restrained in some manner while I'm with him, and during those rare moments when I am unfettered, I'm still nude. Not a condition I want to go running around the countryside in. I have never been happier. It's funny. I never knew I had such an appetite for bondage. It's like I just don't feel truly comfortable without being bound in some way. It's hard to describe why. It may seem crazy to you, it certainly does to Melissa. "You're crazy." she told me just the other day at lunch. "Why? Because I want to have a full time bondage lifestyle with Alan?" I asked her. I had just told her about what had been on my mind the past couple of weeks or so. "I don't care if you go move in with him, Sweety." Melissa said after taking a sip of her drink, "but to do so simply so you can be tied up every moment of your life is pretty excessive. Does Alan know about this fantasy of yours yet?" I looked down at my plate. I hadn't yet broached this subject with Alan, even though we had been able to talk with other about almost everything so far. Melissa saw her answer in my expression. "Look, Maria, Sweety. You know I would never do anything to infringe on your happiness, but could you really be happy spending all your time with nothing else to do but being Alan's sex toy?" I looked up into her eyes. I suddenly realized that she didn't get it. The one person that I thought knew me the best, didn't understand the thoughts and feelings churning inside me. "It's more than that." I whispered. "I hope so, Sweety. I hope so." Melissa replied. "Do you think he'll do it?" That was the big question. Would Alan take me in as his live in girlfriend, his bondage partner, his sex slave? The answer to that question has kept me up nights. Melissa and I parted after lunch with the question still unresolved and her wondering if I was just setting myself up for a fall. Her normally cheerful outlook on life had cooled over the past few months, her time with Eric the cause of her decline. Physically, she had recovered well. There was no longer any soreness in any of her injuries, but many of the marks Eric had laid on her had become etched permanently onto her skin. She could never wear a bikini again without displaying the unmistakable signs of her abuse. Mentally the scars went deeper. Before, she was rarely without at least one guy at her beck and call, but now I notice her avoiding any contact with men if she can manage it. Preferring the company of women, or better yet, being off by herself. I keep telling her to seek some help, to see someone who could help exorcise the demons inside her, but she refuses. Worry over Melissa has also kept me up. At least the inquiry into Eric's death had fizzled out. Nothing had been heard from the police for months. It was one less thing to worry about. My immediate concern was Alan. I planned on popping the question, so to speak, this afternoon when he came to stay. I hoped I would get a chance to do so. It was not unusual for him to keep me in one gag or another the entire time he spent with me. This reminded me that I had better get home. It had become our custom for me to place myself in bondage while waiting for him to arrive. He would tell me a time he thought he might be due, and I would have to make sure I was inescapably bound and gagged before that time. That he showed up late sometimes, didn't matter. His remedy for making sure I was on time was a severe spanking. I blush every time I think about the first time he spanked me as a punishment. We were just heading out the door to go to dinner, when I spilled my drink on his suit. He didn't say anything then, while we dabbed at the wet spot with a rag, but in the parking lot of the restaurant, still in his truck, he told me that it wouldn't be fair to let my mistake go unpunished. So with me giggling at first, he pulled me over his lap, pulled my skirt up to reveal my bare butt, and used his hand to transfer a lot of heat and pain to my tender skin. My burning ass made me shift and fidget through the entire meal, much to Alan's amusement. The feeling didn't die out until we were making love hours later. Since then I have been spanked rarely, but never excessively, and usually with something erotic to counter the pain later on. Reaching home I had to decide quickly how I wanted Alan to find me. I stripped of my clothes and used the bathroom, a habit I had gotten into over the past few months whenever I knew I was going to be bound. I then dug into my box of bondage goodies. Twenty minutes later found me closing the last lock between my wrists, and my wait began. I have known Alan be as much as two hours late getting to me, so I settled down for a long wait. I was on my knees on the floor. My back to the front door, ankles spread wide by a spreader bar. My hands were cuffed together in front of me, and reached far between my legs to connect with a lock to the bar. This forced my head and shoulders to press against the floor, raising my butt up high. With my legs held open, this would normally have left me in a very vulnerable position, but for the past month that worry was no longer mine. Alan had purchased from somewhere a chastity belt for me to wear. It had been built for long term wear, with allowances made for bodily functions built into its design. But it's main function was to prevent me from being able to easily stimulate myself sexually. In this it was very effective. It had taken a some time to get used to wearing it, and Alan hadn't pushed me as much as he could have. But it wasn't long before he began locking it on me just before leaving me to head home. It would only be unlocked again when next I saw him the following weekend. I would spend the work week with it on, sleeping in it, bathing in it, working in it. I often wondered what my co-workers would think if they knew what I wore instead of panties under my skirts. The constant feel of the belt between my legs kept me somewhat aroused, which made its true function even crueler. I did have a key. It was kept on a chain I wore about my neck whenever I left the house. The key itself was coated in wax, a specific color that Alan had created mixing several different colored candles together. In an emergency I, or anyone, could remove the belt simply by breaking the key out of the wax. But to do so myself without good cause was against the rules. So, as I knelt waiting for Alan, it was with the knowledge that my pussy was as secure as the rest of me. The rest of my bondage consisted of a blindfold, put on under a harness ball gag. This was locked on with a small padlock. Wearing the harness over the blindfold made sure I wouldn't be able to scrape it off my face. Not being able to see has always been a turn on for me. The anticipation of what might happen is increased greatly. When the front door did open, I would have no idea who was standing there, although they would get a great view of me. As I waited patiently, I went over in my mind how Alan might respond to my proposal. It turned out that I didn't have to wait long. I heard the front door open and a familiar chuckle. I smiled behind my gag, as Alan's hands caressed my cheeks (butt, that is). He unlocked my wrists from the spreader bar, allowing me to sit up, and, after removing my gag and blindfold, gave me a deep kiss. "Hello, beautiful." He said,smiling. I smiled back. "We have to talk." We sat on the couch, while I gathered my courage and asked him if I could move in with him. Alan sat quietly, contemplating my naked form. My legs were still spread wide by the bar, my hands fastened behind my back. He had also removed my chastity belt, and it gave him an unobstructed view of everything I had to offer. I couldn't help blushing under the intensity of his gaze. "You know," he said quietly, "there have been times when it was especially hard to leave you. The thought of being away from you for days at a time was almost painful at times. What you want to do is appealing. Very appealing. You have no idea how happy it would make me to take you home and never have to leave you again. But this is a big decision. Are you really sure you want to do this?" "I'm sure." I said. "If you will have me, I want to be your full time bondage slave." Alan regarded that remark with amusement. "I wonder how many guys, would give their left nut to hear a beautiful woman like you say that to them." He laughed for a moment, then took on a more serious expression. "Wouldn't you rather just come live with me, and we would play games as we do now?" He asked me. I had thought about that. We could very well carry on the way we were. Only with me living in his home in the valley, our games could last a lot longer than a weekend. But somehow that lacked a commitment I desired. It seemed to be not quite good enough any more. I shook my head slowly. "This is great, what we have right now. But I want more. I want to make that commitment. I want to make it to you." I could tell I had shaken him. Maybe it was just the typical male reaction to the word 'commitment'. But I didn't think so. "Tell you what. Why don't you give me some time to think on it." he asked me. I smiled and said okay. The rest of the weekend passed in orgasmic bondage bliss. Over the weekend, we talked a little more about the more mundane aspects of my coming to live with him. He asked about my job, and the house, and wanted to know what I had planned about the disposition of both. What we didn't discuss, was my offer to become his slave. I knew he would get to that in his own good time. He did, a few days later. I came home from work to find him waiting for me in my living room. "Hi beautiful." he said, getting up to give me a kiss. I moved to the couch with him to sit down, curious as to what his answer would be. I figured nothing else would bring him to see me in the middle of the week with no notice. "I want to make a few things clear before I give you my answer." He said seriously. I nodded. "You don't want our games to be a hobby anymore, you want to get serious and be my slave full time. Are you aware of what that would mean for you? You know that I would push you. That given the opportunity, I would test out each and every fantasy we had ever talked about. Remember those times I kept you in the shed? Remember the first time? How you were kept there for three days? How would you handle it if I decided to put you in there for a month? What if I got bored and just left you in there? Can you handle being immersed in that lifestyle without anything to look forward to?" He paused, as if waiting for me to comment. I held my peace, these things had already gone through my head. I just wanted to hear if he was going to say yes or no. "If that is what you want," Alan continued, "if you are prepared go that far, then I have a few conditions I want applied before I agree. Okay?" I nodded. My heart was racing. He was going to say yes. "First. I'm only agreeing to do this for a year. If by that time this hasn't turned out the way either of us expected it to, then we can end it." A year? This wasn't the full commitment I wanted. I asked him why a year. He told me that a year would give us an idea of the long term affects that total bondage would have on me, while at the same time giving me a goal to work toward if I felt I needed one. I objected to him thinking I would need one, but Alan was adamant about it. So I gave him his year, vowing to stay with him far beyond it. "Second. I realize there are things that you would not want to do, and that there are things that I would not want to do. But, if you want to truly feel that you are owned, that you have no say what so ever in anything that happens to you, then the concept of limits has to go. All you can hope for is that I will find some things so distasteful that I would never try them on you, but that doesn't mean I wont." That scared me, but I could feel that fear arousing me. What kind of pervert was I? "All in all, I expect you to do what I want, when I want. No argument." he finished. He sat back. He had given me his answer, now it was my turn to say yes or no. I chose yes. I would not see Alan again for three weeks, it took that long to arrange my private affairs so I could be gone for a year. During that time, the chastity belt stayed on me and it nearly drove me nuts. I was as horny as hell at just the thought of what I was about to do, yet I was unable to effectively release the sexual tension that was building slowly inside me. All I knew was that when Alan finally did decide to take it off, he had better be prepared for some serious lovemaking. I did talk to Alan a number of times on the phone, arranging with him what I was to bring. With a couple of days to go, I packed according to his instructions, anxious to get started. Melissa would be moving into my house, she would take care of it for me while I was gone, and also handle the bills. She was still pissed that I was doing this, but that didn't stop her from helping me out. And then, finally, the day arrived, and I waited for Alan to come pick me up. What I got wasn't what I expected. The car looked familiar, but I couldn't place it until I saw the driver. It was Lisa. "Hi Maria!" she called out as she got out of the car. "Hi." I replied. I wondered if Alan was hiding in the back of the car, but Lisa was quite alone. Lisa was smiling as she walked toward me. Her smile faded a little when she saw Melissa standing behind me in the doorway. "You must be Melissa." Lisa said, extending her hand. He face was now full of sympathy. Melissa took her hand, unsure of what to say. I had told her about Lisa, but even though I had seen both of them over the last few months, they had never met. Lisa reached out and drew Melissa into a hug, whispering something into the ear of the stunned woman that I couldn't hear. Melissa gradually relaxed and returned the hug, and soon both women were smiling like old friends. "Lisa, what are you doing here?" I asked her once their hug broke apart. "Alan asked me to come up here and pick up a few things." she replied. "You know, the kinds of things you cant find in a small town store. Slaves for instance." I felt myself turn red with embarrassment, and both Lisa and Melissa laughed. "I thought he was coming to get me." I said. "He had other plans. We had better get you ready." We went inside and Lisa ordered me to strip. I was used to her giving me orders. A few times since I had met her, she had been over to Alan's place while I was there, and Alan had allowed her to use me as a bondage play thing. I had been a little nervous at first, considering Lisa's sexual orientation, but after a while I grew comfortable with her around. I knew I was safe with her. In moments I was naked, except for the chastity belt and Lisa wasted no time in binding me for my trip. As I said before, I had never gone to the valley either clothed or sighted, and this would not be any different. The first thing Lisa did was to put my blindfold on me, followed by my harness gag. The click of the lock told me that neither would come off until I reached Alan, for he had the keys to this set of locks. Lisa had me place my arms behind me, reaching as far as I could so that my fingers grazed the other arm's elbow. She then used rope to bind my arms together, locking them firmly and somewhat uncomfortably, behind me. She also used rope to fashion a little breast bondage, winding it around both my breasts, squeezing them together. The tightness of the ropes told me that I would definitely feel it when they came off again, but being gagged I could not voice that feeling very well. I made do with a moan that earned me a pinched nipple. I felt hands at the back of my head, and surmised that something was being attached to the harness. Sure enough, my head was pulled back so that my face was pointed straight up. Rope was passed between my legs, kept from digging into me by the belt. I felt a hard pinch on each nipple and tried to pull back from the nipple clamps that I knew had been applied to me. I tried to pull my head forward, but when I did so the pull on my nipples became even harder. The rope holding my head back was the same rope now attached to my nipples via the clamps. With my breasts bound, the sensitivity of my nipples was magnified, and I couldn't help moving around, trying to shake the clamps off me. I could feel hands touching me, stroking me, and soothing voices from both my friends as they calmed me down. Soon I was able to stand quietly, as the hot pain from the clamps died down to something a lot more manageable. I did have to concentrate on holding my head back. Every time I let it fall forward I was shocked with the sharper pain of the clamps. Again I moaned into my gag. I felt hands guiding me, and taking careful steps, found myself outside the house and standing on hard concrete. "I want you to sit back and let us take your weight." I heard Lisa say. I gradually let myself fall backwards, and hands helped me down until I was sitting against something hard. I was pushed and guided back even further and slipped back onto something covered in carpet. I immediately figured out that I was being put in the trunk of Lisa's car. I was guided on to my side and felt hands tugging me forward a little, before being rolled onto my front. Immediately, the nipple clips dug in, and my already compressed breasts began to protest some more. I lifted not only my head but my shoulders too, in an effort to relieve the pressure. I was moaning continually now at the pain, but stopped abruptly when I received a smack across my ass cheeks. "That's better." Lisa said. My legs were brought up behind me and my ankles bound together. They were soon attached to my arms and I was now in a very effective hogtie. Lisa wasn't finished yet. More rope was attached to me at various points and I felt even the little sideways motion I had being taken away from me as I was tied to various hard points inside the trunk. "It's a pity about the belt." Lisa whispered in my ear once she was done. "I could have done something to make the ride a lot more pleasant. Still..." I felt a finger at my anus for just a moment and instinctively clenched up. Lisa laughed and so did Melissa. I could feel the embarrassment flow through me. "Sweety," Melissa said in my ear, "I'll see you in a while. you take care." I grunted a reply, concentrating more on my posture than anything else, and felt the trunk lid closing on top of me. A thump, and all went quiet. I wondered how hot it was going to get in here, and how easy it would be to breath. The engine started, it was loud, and the car began moving. The trip was hell. The movement of the car made holding my head back almost impossible. The lurching and bumping really abused my nipples and breasts. I wondered why in hell I had submitted to this. After what seemed like days, the car did eventually stop for good, and the engine was shut off. I waited, almost screaming behind my gag, for Lisa to open the trunk and get me out. When she did I took a deep breath of clean air and regretted it when I felt the pull on my nipples. The first knot she undid was the one on the back of my head and I let my head fall forward thankfully. "Better?" she asked me. I nodded. The rope binding my ankles was untied, as well as all the ropes holding me to the trunk itself. I was carefully helped out, still blind and gagged, arms bound and breasts tied. Once standing, Lisa took off the clamps and I spent a few minutes bouncing from foot to foot as I felt the blood rush back into the tortured flesh. Lisa then undid the ropes around my breasts, unwinding the rope carefully so that there would be no sudden rush of blood. It was a great relief to have my breasts free again, even though they were now sore from the bondage. With most of the pain gone I was now able to try to make sense of my surroundings. As Lisa untied my arms I tried to figure out where I was. Under my feet was gravel. The sun was warm on my skin. There was a cool breeze, and I could hear trees brushing back and forth. If this was Alan's place, then where was he? My arms were freed, and surprisingly not rebound in a different way. I was tempted to reach up and pull on my gag, but I thought that might not be well received, so instead I rubbed my sore breasts. "Almost done." Lisa said. I was VERY surprised when she unlocked the harness gag. Alan must have given her the key. The gag came out of my mouth, and I moved my jaw around to get the feeling back. "Thanks." I said. "I need to tell you something before I take off your blindfold." Lisa said. I stiffened. Uh oh! "This isn't my idea, it was Alan's, so don't be mad at me. He wanted me to tell you that if you didn't show up at his place by tonight than he wouldn't hold you to the year." I wondered what she meant by that, until she took off the blindfold. I immediately knew where I was. I was standing behind the diner. I covered up as best I could and looked around, but Lisa and I were alone. "Lisa. Why didn't you take me to Alan's?" "It was his idea. You're supposed to walk from here." "I can't! Can't you give me a ride, at least to one of the gates?" "Sorry." Lisa gathered up all the bondage stuff and put it in the trunk before shutting it. She then locked all the other car doors. "I'm going inside," she said with a smile, "you're welcome to come with me, but there are probably other people in there." "You can't leave me!" I cried. "I can. You'll be fine, you know the way." Lisa gave my shoulder a squeeze and walked away. In a moment, I was alone. Naked, except for my chastity belt. I made a dash for the relative safety of the trail that I knew led through the trees behind the diner. I hoped I could remember the way to Alan's house from here. I knew it had to be at least a two mile walk. I had only been to the diner once, even though I knew Alan made it his Saturday morning routine to come here for breakfast. You may remember as I do, that Alan brought me here one way and took me back another. This was months ago. I hoped I could find my way. I walked as quickly as I could in my bare feet along the trail until I came to the dirt road I knew I would find at the end of it. I knew I had to walk a ways along it to find another trail that would lead me into the valley. I hoped that no one would come along and see me walking naked by the side of the road. Very nervously I started down, my head almost spinning in an attempt to see if anyone was watching me. I was grateful that Alan hadn't asked Lisa to tie my hands behind me, so at least I was able to cover up a bit. I knew that the trail I was looking for wasn't that far along the road, but as time went by I felt more and more sure that I had missed it some how. I was so busy watching the ground at one point that the car appeared before I realized it was there. The two guys inside certainly saw me, if the whistles I heard were any indication. I covered up my breasts and started running. I heard the car slow down and one of the guys yell something, but I didn't listen. Instead I plunged through the heavy foliage of the trees that lined the road and made my way in as deep as I could. The thick leaves and branches cut out a lot of the light, and I felt safe in the darkness. At least until I heard the voices following me. The ground foliage thinned. I had to think. One of the trees near me looked like I could climb it, so I did. Up as high as I could until I saw movement back the way I had come. The two guys were making their own trail through the bushes, calling out to me to come back to them. I don't know if they were drunk, or just out to have some fun with the "Nekid girl!" as they called me. I was still scared. They passed right under me with out seeing me and continued on a little ways, before turning back disappointed. Once they were gone, I waited in the tree for a long time before venturing slowly back to the road. I was scared, and angry at Alan for putting me in this position. But at the same time I was very excited and after walking some more I felt like I had actually enjoyed the way my heart had been racing. Sometimes, I don't even understand myself! When I reached the bridge, I knew I had missed the one trail into Alan's valley. But I did know that just on the other side of the bridge was another trail that would lead me where I wanted to go. I just needed to get across. My problem was a road construction crew working just fifty feet further down the road. How was I to get across the bridge in full sight of these guys. I decided to tackle that problem by going under it. Instead of crossing over the bridge I went down the bank along side it, pressed against the wall so the road crew wouldn't see me. At the edge I jumped into the cold water and waded quickly under the bridge. That's when I saw I wasn't alone. Sitting on the bank, under the bridge, was a young kid. A boy, about thirteen, with a fishing rod in his hand. He watched, wide eyed as I quickly covered my breasts with my arms and crouched low in the hip deep water. "Hi." he said, voice trembling. "Hi." I replied, my voice not much better. "What are you doing?" he asked me. "Er...I'm trying to go home." "Where are your clothes?" How could I answer that one? "Waiting for me at home. I'm playing a game." "A game?" "Yeah. To see if I could get home without my clothes." Boy that sounded weak. "I hope you win!" The boy said. "Thanks." I waded upstream to the other side of the bridge, and moved out of the water and into the brush that grew along the bank. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the boy was still watching me as I ran deeper into the overgrowth. It wasn't far before I came to the trail and I followed it as quickly as I could. The trail was muddy, of course, and I was a mess by the time I made it to the gate in the fence that surrounded Alan's property. The gate was locked, but that didn't stop me. I just climbed over it, brushing my sore breasts against the hard metal. Now I felt safe. I was well used to running around nude on Alan's land, having spent almost as much time outside than in. I relaxed somewhat as I continued down the trail, and was almost laughing at my two close calls when I heard the hoof beats. I stopped and listened. The sound was coming from behind me. I waited, and sure enough, Alan, riding Nelson, appeared on the trail from the direction I had come. He was wearing his usual jeans and shirt, and something new, a cowboy hat. I smiled and waited for him to catch up. He pulled his horse to a stop in front of me. "Well, lookee here. Some gal has lost her britches!" He said with a bad southern drawl. I laughed. "I have a bone to pick with you." I told him. "She has a mouth on her too! Guess I'm gonna have to rope this little filly and teach her some manners." Alan pulled from his saddle a large coil of rope, and I realized he was in one of his role playing moods. This was a game we had played a couple of times. He was supposed to be a cowboy on the range, and I was a young town girl he was supposed to catch and ravage. I squealed and took of down the trail as fast as I could run. I knew there was no hope of my getting away, but at east I had to make it look good. I heard Nelson start out after me and knew in seconds it would be over. I was too close to him and the narrow trail meant I had no where else to run. I felt the rope fall around me and tighten suddenly, dragging me to a dead halt. I struggled with my arms pinned to my sides, but Alan was too quick. He jumped off the horse and in moments had me face down in the mud, bound hand and foot. Alan was pretty proud of his rope throwing skills, as well he should be. He practiced on me long enough. Alan rolled me onto my back, once again covering me with mud, and gave me a big kiss. "I missed you." He said once we came up for air. "Me too." I answered. Yes, this was happiness, bound at my lover's hand. "One last chance." he offered. "Are you ready for this?" "Yes, oh yes!" I replied. "Well then," he said with a smile as he lifted me into his arms, "lets go see if I still have the key to that chastity belt." The End of this story. Keep an eye out for "More Tales from the Valley" in which I tell you some of the ways Alan and Maria passed their time. 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