Message-ID: <19833eli$9902100431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Leviticus Subject: Return to the Valley Part 5 (bondage) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <79qv1s$hmj$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Return to the Valley Part 5 "Well!" was all David Hull had to say once the FBI agents had left. Tonya stood still, not knowing what to do next. "So," said David, looking over at her. His normal expression of surprise mixed with one of concern. "How are you doing through all this?" "I'm fine, Sir." Tonya was aware that even though she knew him personally, David was still an occasional client of the Kennel, but Tonya wondered for how long. She was sure that her boss wouldn't think highly of someone who was even vaguely connected with Kidnappers. But, Tonya was duty bound to show him respect. David said nothing, his head filled with what the FBI agents had been telling him for the last hour. Instead he looked at his watch. After a moments contemplation he pulled himself together. "Look. We don't have much time to meet our ride out to Hiro's boat, so lets save the chat for the trip. I want you to go and start getting ready. You can use the master bathroom to take a quick shower and there is make up on the dresser in my bedroom. Make yourself up as you normally would, but go a lot heavier on the eye shadow. I want something like Elizabeth Taylor in "Cleopatra". Understand?" "Yes Sir." Tonya was surprised that David seemed this organized. It was a step up from when she last knew him. "I'll be up soon, I have to make a phone call and disappoint someone." With a dismissive gesture, Hull turned his back on her and went into a room. Shrugging to herself, Tonya headed to the bathroom. After a good shower, Tonya stepped into David's bedroom dressed only in a towel. David was there laying out something golden on the bed. "I had to call the woman I was taking to this party." he told her. "She wasn't thrilled, and to be honest neither am I." "I'm not exactly excited about it either, Sir." Tonya replied. David nodded. "Well, at least there will be no problems with the costume. Once you're done with your face you will find some gold nail polish in front of you. Do your nails, hands and feet. "Yes Sir." David changed into a tux and paced behind her, unwilling to be drawn into conversation, so Tonya finished making herself up in silence, doing her nails last as instructed. When done, David had her drop her towel and Tonya spent an embarrassing five minutes standing nude under David's gaze. Not that he had never seen her nude before, but it had been a long time ago. "Eddie was such an ass, don't you think?" he said, smiling. Eddie was the name of her prior Master. The man that thought that bruises were the perfect way to compliment her skin. It was obvious to her that David thought she looked a lot better now. She smiled and blushed a little further. "There is a car coming shortly, we should get you into costume." he said, walking toward her. He stepped behind her and pulled her wrists behind her back. "I want to make sure you know what you're getting into here." he whispered into her ear. "This is a serious man we are going to see, and one of the things he is serious about is his bondage kink. We are supposed to be a couple that is heavily into the lifestyle, which means when he looks at us he is going to expect to see domination in my eyes and submission in yours. Any sign that you aren't totally devoted to serving me might net us the same treatment as those two agents those idiots sent in before us. Understand?" Tonya nodded, a little afraid and yet, excited by David's closeness. She knew she was reacting to his 'Dominant Male' act. It wouldn't be hard to fake this relationship. David took a length of cord from his pocket and bound her wrists behind her. "From now on, you're mine. I don't want anyone to think otherwise, not even the driver of the car that's coming for us." "Yes...Master." whispered Tonya. He let go of her and went and lifted the outfit she was to wear off the bed, it shimmered in his hands. The gold fabric seemed to glow and Tonya thought it was beautiful. "Stand still." he said, walking toward her. In his hands he held two golden broaches, about three inches across. The broaches were attached to the gold silk of the outfit. When he stopped in front of her she saw that the back sides of the broaches were hollow, and it was only a second before they were applied that Tonya realized why. Each broach had a built in nipple clip, the handles of which were built in to the design of the broach. David placed them both over her erect nipples and let go. The pain was sharp, but not as bad as she had feared. She quickly got used to it and soon it became nothing more than an uncomfortable throb that echoed with something else in her groin. She took the clips without making a sound, wondering how long they would be on her. Now she knew why David had bound her hands first, the temptation to reach up and take the clips off was strong. David smiled. "Good girl." he said. The material of her outfit hung loose from her breasts, and David stepped behind her once more. Taking two golden cords that issued from the sides of the material, he pulled them back around her and tied them with one knot in the small of her back, then he bound her wrists with the remainder. Finished, he undid the first cord that had tied her wrists and cast it aside. Now Tonya's wrists were bound behind her with the same cord that held her outfit on. Tonya looked down to see what she wore. It was very simple, nothing more than a section of gold silk, connected to her at the top via the broaches that covered her nipples completely, and held around her hips by the cord. In front the silk fell to about mid-thigh, hiding everything below her breasts, but in back the sides of the material didn't quite meet, exposing her ass as well as her entire back. "Is this all, Sir?" she asked nervously. "Not quite." He went back to the bed and returned with gold collar and chain which he fastened around her neck, then he retrieved a tiara that he placed on her head before stepping back. "You look wonderful" he told her honestly. Tonya smiled, and hoped that at least it would be warm where they were going. Covered in a long coat, Tonya was taken downstairs and onto the street where a limo was waiting for them. Tonya hoped, as she slipped into the car, that no one noticed that she was bare foot. Inside the vehicle, David ordered her to kneel on the floor and removed her coat. It wasn't needed any more. As the car began to move, David leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "We have to play for the driver." He then sat back and undid his fly. Not knowing if he was telling the truth or not, but resolving to find out, Tonya did the only thing she could and took him into her mouth. As she worked on him she was very aware of how completely uncovered she was from the waist down and she hoped the driver kept his eyes on the road, rather than on her upturned rear end. David kept her in his lap until they stopped, then released her and got her out of the car. She stood, dressed only in her silk outfit, on a dock next to the river. The sun was low in the sky, it was still morning, and a breeze gave her a chill in her near nudity. Sitting next to the dock was a large flying boat, it's huge wing casting a dark shadow over the floating dock. Several people were already getting on board and others were arriving in limos similar to theirs. David took the chain that hung from her collar and guided her toward the plane. A man in a tux stopped them at the gangway and David handed him a small card, the invitation. The man looked Tonya over, making her blush. She did her best to keep her eyes down. "Beautiful." was all he said. David nodded and led Tonya on board. Inside, the plane was very nicely done up. Gone were the rows of seats that Tonya had expected, instead several plush armchairs were scattered around the cabin. Most were filled with men and a couple of women, while others, obviously submissives, sat or knelt at their feet. A young oriental woman dressed in a translucent silk kimono, stepped up and showed them to their seat. The kimono didn't hide the fact that the girl was naked underneath it, but obscured enough to only hint at the girl's true beauty. Tonya noticed that the woman's hair was done in a perfect Geisha style, not a hair out of place. David was directed to a seat toward the front of the plane, and he motioned for Tonya to kneel at his side. The Geisha knelt next to Tonya and, to the bound girl's surprise, pulled a strap out of the floor next to her. "Please slide to your left." The girl asked Tonya in a heavy Japanese accent. Tonya looked up at David, who nodded, so she did as she was asked. The strap was passed around her waist and plugged into a slot in the floor. She was now locked to the floor in a kind of seat belt. David smiled at her and did his own more conventional seat belt. Conversation among the passengers was drowned out by the engines starting and soon the plane began moving. Without any ceremony it was soon in the air and the Geisha began serving drinks. A breakfast buffet of sorts was also laid out, and the smells reminded Tonya that she hadn't eaten since the night before. She told David this, so he went and gathered a small plate of food which he spent the flight feeding to her by hand. At no time did he consider freeing her hands so she could feed herself. As she ate, Tonya tried to look at the other submissives in the cabin, but her view was blocked by David's chair. The only one she could see clearly was directly behind her, and it had to be the strangest person she had ever seen. The submissive was a woman, and she lay curled beside her Master's chair apparently fast asleep. It looked like she was completely naked, although it was hard to tell. Her body was covered in a design that made it look just like the body of an orange tabby cat, complete with white socks and black button nose. Her hair had been shaved and the design also covered every inch of skin on her head. Her face was hidden behind the face of a cat that had been applied to her skin with extreme care. Her only visible accouterment was a big black collar around her neck. It had a bell on it and a name tag that Tonya couldn't read. David noticed Tonya staring and leaned forward so that she could here him without his having to raise his voice. "It's not paint. It's a tattoo." For the rest of the flight Tonya wondered how someone could do that to themselves. The food and drink were cleared away by the time the plane landed, and the movement of the floor told Tonya that they were now out on the open ocean. Getting to the yacht meant using a small boat as a ferry from the plane. Without her hands, Tonya was forced to rely on the help of others to get about. Stepping into the boat, she was surprised by the young Japanese boy that was evidently the boat's pilot, he rubbed her bare butt with his hand and gave her a big smile. A tug on her chain reminded the surprised girl that she was blocking the exit. She took her seat next to David and watched as the feline form of the Catgirl crawled on all fours into the boat. Tonya admired how graceful she was, and now that she was moving Tonya could see that she was in fact totally naked. The tattoo covered everything. The boat headed toward the yacht and Tonya turned her attention toward it. It was huge, at least three stories high and very long. She thought it looked more like miniature cruise ship than a private yacht. It towered above the small boat as it pulled along side. Again she was helped out of the boat, complete with wandering hands, and stood finally where no FBI agent could as yet legally go, on the deck of Hiro Atamo's sea going home, the 'Leta'. The group was led into a large salon filled with people in formal dress and other kinds of outfits. Tonya hardly saw any of that though. Her gaze had been instantly drawn to a woman kneeling next to an older man just to one side of the doorway. The woman, obviously the submissive of the couple, was dressed in a leopard skin bikini of sorts. That is the top passed under her breasts, exposing her ringed nipples to which a large chain had been attached. Because the chain didn't pull down on the woman's breasts, Tonya assumed that it was made out of aluminum and was merely for show. The bikini bottom was actually a loin cloth that was barely big enough to do it's job, and like Tonya there was nothing at all covering her rear. The woman's hands were cuffed in front of her and connected to the chain attached to her nipples. A simple piece of leopard skin was tied around her head, cleave gagging her. This did nothing to hide her identity though. Tonya recognized her at once for she had looked after this woman many times at the Kennel. It was Maria. 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