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Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - B&D ACADEMY CHAPTER 4

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Hi,



I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't

really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to

repost the stuff I have.



There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who

have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were

originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them

first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever

increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.



The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage

orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a

little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't

be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the

stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still

apply.



I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.



Bye for now. 



Anakha

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                           B & D ACADEMY

                            By  SNIDLEY

                             CHAPTER 4 



   Mariko couldn't believe her eyes as she entered the living room.

It was a huge room, much larger then the library. Directly across

from the door they had just entered were several over-stuffed

couches. Off to their right, the floor was raised by two steps to

accommodate a beautiful grand piano in front of some elegant bay

windows that overlooked a small patio. Against the far wall next to

the doors that opened out into the front hall was a lighted bar

complete with many crystal decanters and carafes. Placed

strategically near the bar were several big armchairs arranged in

a half circle facing towards the couches and our heroines. It was

pretty obvious to Mariko and Courtney that there was a party going

on here and undoubtedly they were to be the guests of honor,

regardless as to whether or not they cared to be. There were

several groups of people all around looking at the girls as they

stumbled into the room... Sitting around this huge living room were

four men and two woman and they seemed very pleased to see the

girls even though they made no overt actions towards them.

Amazingly, the guest were all SMILING at them!! Mariko only

recognized Allison (besides her jailers) but the others seemed to

recognize each other as each of the bound girls seemed to head in

one particular direction or another.



   Sweetcakes made a beeline for an older, (probably in his

sixties, although he seemed fit for that age) distinguished looking

man who sat in a large armchair by the bar. He watched her approach

with an unblinking gaze and a small crooked smile on his face.

Behind him leaning on the bar was a stocky, rugged looking man with

dark hair who was casually sipping his drink.



   The plain girl approached the clearly most handsome of the men

in the room. He was tall and dark with a thin mustache and

impeccably dressed, he stood now behind the couches. They certainly

seemed to Mariko to be an unlikely couple at best.



   The blonde girl approached a very casually dressed man seated on

the couch. Judging by his dress, this man had to be a rock

musician. He wore his hair long, almost to his shoulders and was

wearing more gold jewelry then Mariko had owned in in her lifetime.



   The two tethered girls went directly to the woman who was seated

at the other end of the couch. This woman was probably in her mid

forties and she looked awfully bitchy. Mariko decided immediately

she didn't like her at all. (Kind of a silly thought, considering

how much she enjoyed Allison's company!) Mariko couldn't decide

just where to go until she felt a gentle tug on her arm as Ma'am

conducted her over to where Allison sat twirling the ice in a

Manhattan. Mariko and Courtney stood to one side of Allison as the

girls all reached their destinations around the room. Each girl

stood quietly at attention for a moment then, in unison, curtsied

gracefully in front of their admirers. Mariko and Courtney watched

this spectacle in quiet disbelief until they both began to feel

somewhat uncomfortable, as if there was someone looking at them.

Simultaneously, both girls turned and looked down at Allison who

glared back at them for a split second with a look of unmistakable

anger. Her expression changed instantly to a warm smile, but the

message was clear, Mariko and Courtney felt their faces turn

various shades of crimson as they both, in unison and to the best

of their abilities, curtsied to Allison.



   As the party continued on, both girls stood beside Allison

quietly chewing on their gags as they watched what was transpiring

around them. The bitchy woman stood and conducted her two girls to

the rear of the room where a grand piano sat on a raised section of

the floor in front of some huge bay windows that looked out into a

formal garden where the moon could be seen rising in the distance.



   "Richard, could you help me?" said the woman to the man who had

been standing next to the bar, he was so far in the background that

Mariko had barely noticed him when she had entered. The man stepped

forward to meet the three women at the piano. Richard was a young

man with a weathered, handsome face, and rugged features. He walked

up to the women with the smooth grace of an athlete and waited

quietly at their side. The older woman removed the rope tether from

around their necks and guided the Italian girl to a seat on the

piano bench. The woman briskly set about removing the chains that

pinned the girl's wrists to her thighs. One chain was looped once

around her waist where a padlock was threaded through both ends

closing the chain tightly around her waist. Before the lock was

closed she clipped one end of the other chain to the piano bench

and then attached the free end to the girl's new belt, and only

then closed the lock.



   "Would you please be a love and put Annette up here." said the

woman to Richard indicating a place on top of the piano. Richard

easily scooped the black girl up in his arms and seated her gently

on the piano. He modestly recovered her legs with her long skirt

where it had slid off her knee as he lifted her onto her perch.



   "Thank you Richard." said the woman as she moved toward Annette

and using the tether she had taken from her neck, crossed and tied

Annette's ankles. Richard moved back to his place beside the bar.



   "You may begin now, Gina." said the woman to the girl seated at

the keys who managed to start to play a soft, beautiful love song,

despite the outlandish condition she found herself in. Mariko

couldn't believe she could play this well with her elbows still

bound. The woman reached to Annette's face and slowly peeled the

tape off her mouth. Under the tape was a red plastic ball crammed

deeply into her mouth and in the center of this ball Mariko could

make out a small hole. The woman was fiddling at Annette's mouth

for a moment and when she stepped back Mariko could see that she

had screwed a matching plastic ring into the hole. Mariko was a

little confused by this because now nothing prevented Annette from

pushing the ball out of her mouth with her tongue, but for some

reason Annette still sat with the ball wedged in her mouth. The

woman stood for a moment admiring her work then suddenly reached

forward and gripped the ring. With a sudden movement she yanked the

ball out of Annette's mouth hard enough for Annette's head to be

pulled forward. When Annette raised her head she, without a

moment's hesitation, began singing the song Gina was playing on the

piano. She came in right in the middle and exactly in time with

what Gina was playing. Her voice was beautiful and Mariko was

amazed at her range as she continued into the next song Gina

started. After a few moments of this the woman held the ball

abruptly to her lips and Annette was cut off in mid note as the

woman stuffed the ball back into Annette's mouth and walked back to

her seat on the couch.



   Mariko looked about herself, most everyone was watching Gina

play with extraordinary grace and determination. Allison had moved

away from Courtney and herself and was now talking with the old

man. Sweetcakes had knelt at their feet upon Allison's approach and

she remained there with her eyes downcast as they chatted. The

plain girl stood with the handsome man who was speaking quietly,

privately to her as he absently played with her hair. As Mariko

watched them from the distance she was somehow gratified by what

she was feeling as she watched, They both stood, looking deeply

into each others eyes, it was like they were... were... Well, it

was a private moment and Mariko felt like she was a peeping tom

intruding on two lovers, so she quickly looked away. A subtle moan

caught her attention and she followed the sound with her eyes until

her gaze fell upon the blonde girl and the rock star. The blonde

was kneeling at the side of the couch on "Rocky's" left. He had, at

some point unnoticed by Mariko, locked the open handcuff around her

free ankle and was as of now casually rubbing and pinching her

right nipple through her sweater. Mariko could not believe that he

had managed to find the exact spot where her nipple was located

through the bulky wool sweater but it was pretty obvious that he

had managed. "Must be radar!" Mariko thought to herself as the

blonde struggled and writhed on her knees in front of the man. She

struggled like a tiger, her hair flopping all over, first in her

face as she lowered her head then behind her head as she threw her

head back. Even though her hair pointed straight up out of the top

of her helmet it still flounced around her shoulders where it was

loose. This whole scene seemed out of sorts to Mariko though,

because no matter how hard the girl struggled she never seemed to

be quite able to move out of his reach.



   "Odd," thought Mariko, "She isn't tied THAT tightly..."



   The older woman stood again and went to Annette to remove the

ball that she had patiently held in her mouth for all this time.

She immediately began singing the chorus to the song, right along

in time with Gina. She sang with such vigor and polish that Mariko

was sure that she could have done it professionally. (Singing that

is!) A amusing picture crossed her mind of Annette, who hops out to

stage front and center in a huge stadium filled with screaming

teen-agers. Suddenly! a spotlight hits her and the place goes into

bedlam, then slowly, out of the shadows comes her lead guitarist

(Rocky, of course) who reaches out and peels the tape from her

mouth.... "No! No!! NO!!! this is crazy!" Mariko thought as she

looked at the beautiful black girl who was still seated on the

piano, singing her heart out.



    The cocktail hour continued with all the guests talking quietly

among themselves and moving slowly from group to group. Allison

approached Courtney and Mariko and put her arms around their waists

and guided them around the room to conduct the introductions. The

first group they approached consisted of the Odd couple and the old

man and Sweetcakes.



   "May I interrupt?" Allison began. "I would like present my two

newest pupils... Courtney Richmond and Mariko Aniko."



   "Pupils????" thought Mariko apprehensively.



   "Mariko, Courtney... I would like you to meet Sir Reginald

Baisterbrook and Miss Kelly McVee and also Dr. Steven Farmington

and his lovely wife, Kimberly." Both Men gallantly acknowledged our

heroines and both Sweetcakes and Kimberly executed polite little

curtsies.



   "Their charmed I'm sure..." finished Allison dryly, speaking for

Courtney and Mariko. "As you can see they are very new here and

still need to be taught some of our special rules of etiquette, but

I'm sure we'll be able to WHIP them into shape..." Everyone

chuckled politely at Allison's little joke.



   "If you ever need a guest spanker, I will gladly offer my

services." said Sir Reginald with a short bow.



   "I will definitely take that into consideration Reggie." said

Allison.



   "My pleasure!" added Sir Reginald.



   "Now if you will excuse us, dinner is almost ready and we do

have other introductions..." said Allison as she swung both

captives around and headed towards the other group of chatting

guests seated on the couch. The group consisted this time of the

bitchy woman, the rock star and the quiet man. Half sitting, half

laying against the rock star's feet was the blonde in the leather

helmet. After the introductions, Mariko and Courtney knew that the

woman was Helen Krabbe, a name familiar to both of the girls. Helen

owned and operated the Emporium, an unbelievably exclusive fashion

salon in the heart of New York. Only society's elite were permitted

in the front door of that place and usually by invitation only. But

when they did enter they would receive the most exacting care

imaginable. The designers and tailors would create an exclusive

wardrobe especially for each buyer, with each piece designed and

constructed by hand for the wearer, and the wearer alone, No two

pieces were ever alike. Everything from lingerie to shoes and hats

all made, piece by piece by skilled craftsmen to suit the personal

taste and style of the wearer. Needless to say it would probably

take five years of Mariko's pay just to get a spring wardrobe from

the Emporium.



   The rock star was Johnny J., the lead guitarist for the band

Iron Lung, a hot heavy metal band. Although he was disheveled in

his appearance, (not to mention a little repugnant to Mariko) he

obviously had some money. He wore several huge, gaudy diamond rings

on his fingers and had a matching ring in his ear. Allison

introduced Mariko and Courtney to the group, but when she tried to

introduce the others she stumbled because she couldn't seem to

remember the name of the girl who was curled at his feet. For a moment

it seemed to Mariko that Johnny couldn't remember either. (besides,

he seemed more interested in leering at Courtney) The blond looked

up at him hopefully as he looked blankly down at her. Then, after

an uncomfortable pause he sniffed.



   "Ehrrr, dis is Linda, Right?" he said, glancing down at the

prone girl who nodded her head affirmatively. Mariko had a feeling

that she would have said yes if he had said Drucilla.



   "Ya, Linda. That's the ticket." Johnny said as he reached out to

pull up the hem of Courtney's skirt. Courtney leaned away from his

groping fingers and he was too lazy to chase her.



   The final introduction was the quiet man, his name was Richard

Blair. Allison informed everyone that he was a professional

photographer who had done a great deal of work for her in the past,

both in a professional relationship and also some excellent work in

a more private setting. He acknowledged the compliment modestly and

then went back to absently sipping his drink. Mariko stared at him

for a long moment. He didn't seem to fit in with these other

people, in fact if the situation had been different she probably

would have found herself attracted to him. (Well, maybe the

situation didn't make much difference one way or the other) While

Mariko was checking him out he seemed somewhat oblivious to what

was going on around him as he swirled his drink. Mariko was

beginning to get the impression that he was a bit uncomfortable

around here, that perhaps he was not like the others, her heart was

beginning to beat more and more rapidly at the thought, when he

glanced up and caught her looking at him. When their eyes met her

hopes here somewhat dashed when he simply looked deep into her

eyes, smiled, and winked pleasantly at her.



   Mariko's attention had been distracted for the moment and she

had not been paying any attention to the conversation that had been

going on around her. She was jolted back into the conversation when

she heard Helen say "Japanese".



   "Oh, these two have both been with me about two weeks now, and

they are just finishing up their indoctrination." continued

Allison.



   "Well, have you decided what kind of specialized training they

are going to receive?" asked Helen



   "No, not really, I have some ideas but..."



   "In that case, I might suggest some things. This one,

(indicating Mariko) would look adorable in a maid's uniform. In

fact she would be a simply lovely decoration in my home. Let me

send over a few outfits that you can put her in. A trial run if you

will..." Helen said. Mariko thought she was going to puke.



   "If you insist Helen, I do have some special plans for her, but

maybe we can work something out." replied Allison. Mariko had about

as much as she was going to take at this point. Courtney had her

own problems as she was still trying to avoid the wandering hands

of Johnny. As she was formulating a plan, (That included a smoke

grenade, some karate and hot wiring a car...) the doors leading to

the hall opened and one of the three stooges entered and announced

that "Dinner's served."



   "Shit!" thought Mariko, "Too slow again." Leading the way and

with Mariko and Courtney in tow as usual, Allison headed across the

main hall to the formal dining room.



   The seating arrangements were rather obvious as they entered.

Around the twenty foot long table was seating for fifteen in

sturdy, high backed chairs. Every other chair had a wide leather

strap with a buckle attached to the top most part of the backrest

of the chair. Allison took her place at the head of the table and

Mariko and Courtney were forcibly seated in the chairs directly on

her left and right. Ma'am buckled the collar snugly around Mariko's

neck while the tall woman similarly affixed Courtney who was

looking with some consternation at the dining partner who was

sitting down next to her. Johnny J. had left Linda to hop behind

him as he hustled to be seated next to Courtney. Mariko watched in

amazement as the blond girl hopped carefully to the seat on

Johnny's right and waited patiently until the Tall Woman finished

with Courtney and then helped her into the chair and buckled her

in. Richard sat down next to Mariko and soon everyone was seated

around the massive table. Allison and Sir Reginald were seated at

opposite ends of the table. Facing Mariko directly across the table

was Courtney, followed to her right, by Johnny J., then Linda, The

Tall Woman, Dr. Farmington, and Kimberly. On Mariko's left was

Richard, followed by Gina, Helen, Annette, Ma'am and finally

Sweetcakes, who was seated next to Sir Reginald. As the Stooges

began to bring out the food, Mariko was astonished to feel Richard

reach back into her hair and fumble around to find the buckle to

her ballgag, but was he was quickly stopped by Allison.



   "Richard, Please! My two newest guests will be remaining on

their diets and we don't want to give them any unnecessary

temptation. Now do we?"



   "No I suppose not." said Richard sitting back and examining

Mariko closely, "But I think you look great just the way you are."

Mariko tried to thank Richard for the complement but her

unintelligible reply was preceded by a torrent of the spittle that

had built up behind the ball. Allison quickly used Mariko's napkin

to wipe her chin before the drool could reach her lap.



   "That's really gross!" exclaimed Johnny J. followed by a long

sniff.



   "You will have to excuse Mariko. As you can see she still needs

a lot more finishing." said Allison as Johnny went back to

pestering Courtney. Everyone nodded in agreement and went about

their business preparing themselves for the meal that was being

served. Mariko watched, resigned in the fact that She would

probably be hungry once again, but at least she was not alone in

that matter this time. Then, to her amazement, the other diners,

with the exception of Johnny, turned to their partners and began to

remove their gags. The Tall woman took over from Johnny when she

noticed that he seemed much more interested in making Courtney

squirm in her bonds then in the well being of his date. She

unbuckled the straps that held the leather flap tightly across

Linda's face. When she had managed to loosen the panel and began to

pull it away from her face it began to be apparent to Mariko that

there was an enormous leather wad sewn to the inside of the flap.

There was no need to remove the entire helmet from Linda's head as

the flap hung down under her chin when the gag had been pried from

her mouth.



    Soon, to Mariko's surprise, everyone at the table had been

un-gagged except for her dieting cohort and herself and the meal

was preceding smoothly. Conversations covered every topic

imaginable, from politics to movie trivia. Mariko was amazed by the

completely relaxed atmosphere. If she had closed her eyes she could

imagine this same conversation going on around any table in the

world. It was when she forced herself to look around that she

realized what a bizarre situation she had gotten herself into. She

found her eyes continually drawn to the couples at the opposite end

of the table. Steven Farmington had removed Kimberly's gag and

was now lovingly spoon feeding his wife. Mariko studied them

closely as he carefully cut the portion on her plate and gently

held the fork up so she could eat. On occasion he would slip

accidentally and a small smear of gravy would appear on her lip

only to be instantly wiped away as he would delicately dab the

corners of her mouth with her napkin. Mariko couldn't understand

how they could sit together among all these other people and still

seem to be completely alone together. Mariko was also very amused

by the conversation between Sir Reginald, Sweetcakes and Ma'am.

Judging from her accent it seemed that Sir Reginald had brought

Sweetcakes in to the U.S. from his home-land in England. What's

more, she was making up for lost time (or perhaps gagged time) by

talking almost nonstop.



   "..So there I was, coming out of the 'otel all decked out in the

school uniform an' I hops in the back with Sir Reggie 'ear. I

thought the bloody cabby was about to 'ave 'eart failure! An' that

was nothing! After Reggie 'ear slapped me inta' the cuffs, The

bloody cabby wanted to..."



   Mariko's attention was suddenly drawn back to her end of the

table as Johnny was getting particularly obnoxious in his

man-handling of Courtney. Allison finally stepped in and tried to

quiet Johnny.



   "Johnny, please, I would really prefer more decorum at my dinner

table!" Allison said, in no uncertain terms. "besides, Linda looks

kind of hungry. Why don't you take care of her?"



   "Awww, she's okay! Joan's taking good care of her." replied

Johnny. Mariko glanced over at the topic of the conversation. If

Linda heard what had just transpired between Johnny and Allison

then she wasn't letting on. At the moment Joan, the tall woman

("Finally, her secret identity is revealed." thought Mariko.) was

feeding her from her salad bowl.



   Johnny didn't pursue the matter with Allison and apart from a

few little prods, kept his hands to himself while everyone ate.

Mariko studied everyone around that table very carefully as the

meal transpired. Allison seemed to be enjoying herself, playing

matriarch to this bondage family. Johnny, the spoiled brat that he

was, just sulked over his meal and didn't talk to anyone. Joan had

taken complete charge over Linda and was having a wonderful time

teasing her while the poor girl was trying to eat. The conversation

at the far end of the table was by far the most animated with

Sweetcakes doing most of the talking but with Sir Reginald, Ma'am,

Helen, Gina and Annette all partaking. Even Dr. Farmington and

Kimberly had come out of their own little world and had joined in

with the chatting and laughter. Only Richard didn't seem in a

laughing mood tonight, he sat and ate quietly, watching the others.

Occasionally, he would glance in Mariko's direction but he tried

not to let her catch him looking at her. This, of course, was

totally pointless because Mariko knew right away just what he was

doing and that began a dinner long flirting session that seemed to

grow in intensity moment after moment. Mariko was having a heck of

a time trying to figure him out, and she wasn't being very

successful. In fact she was having trouble coming up with any

rational explanation for everything that was happening with her

life at the moment.



   "Time for brandy and desert in the living room!" Allison

announced. With that, a groan went up from everyone in the room who

would be sinking their teeth into leather or rubber or worse for

desert. There was some halfhearted pleading but it was to no avail

as one by one the gags were re-secured on the girls. Mariko watched

as Joan slowly pressed the huge leather wad into Linda's mouth. As

if by reflex, Linda's eyes bulged over the leather flap as Joan

tightened the straps behind and on top of her head. Sir Reginald

had removed the strap from around Sweetcakes neck and had reached

behind her to take the small red purse that she had been holding

all this time and began fishing around in it. Shortly he pulled out

a roll of three inch wide adhesive tape and he began to rip a piece

from the roll.



   "Reggie dear," said Sweetcakes, in her most coy of voices.

"Would you be a love this time and wind the tape all the way 'round

my head? You know how much I hate that..."



   "With pleasure, my dear!" replied Sir Reginald "But first...

Allison, Would you mind awfully if I borrowed one of these dinner

napkins?"



   "Not at all Reggie, you should know by now what's mine is

yours!" said Allison with a smirk. Mariko couldn't help but think

Sweetcakes had bitten off more then she could chew as Sir Reginald

(with some enthusiastic assistance from Ma'am) pounced on the poor

English girl and began stuffing the napkin into her mouth. Mariko

wouldn't have though it was possible if she hadn't seen it with her

own eyes. It took some minutes, but they successfully stuffed an

entire linen dinner napkin into her mouth. Sir Reginald stepped

back and Mariko could see that Sweetcakes mouth was pried as far

open as it could possibly go. Ma'am casually held the wadding in

place with one finger on the wad and the other firmly on the back

of her neck as Sir Reginald pulled a long strip of tape away from

the roll without ripping it. He stuck the loose end onto Sweetcakes

left cheek and then centered it across the wadding. As Ma'am moved

her finger out of the way he pulled it tight across her mouth, so

tight in fact the tape forced the wadding deeper in and the tape

ended up between her teeth. He then wound the tape around her head

five or six times until her mouth was completely sealed and the

skin bulged over the edge of the tape. After he had ripped the tape

off the roll he stood her up and he put both hands on her shoulders

and turned her to face Allison where Mariko could really see her

face. Tears had begun to well up in the English girl's eyes due to

the tightness of the gag.



   "Bravo!! " shouted Allison as she began to applaud. Mariko was

aghast at the sudden act of barbaric cruelty she had just witnessed

until she spied Sweetcakes hands, still tightly handcuffed behind

her back, slowly reach out, searching, seeking and finally finding

their mark. Mariko couldn't believe her eyes! Sweetcakes gently,

unobtrusively, was fondling Sir Reginald.



   "I'll probably be needing the napkin for a day or two?" hinted

Sir Reginald.



   "Take as long as you need Reggie! I know it'll be put to good

use..." said Allison. "...Very good use!"



   The party moved slowly back into the living room. Drinks were

served and the merriment continued unabated. Mariko found herself

seated on the center couch squeezed between Helen and Joan. When

they had arrived in the living room, Johnny had pulled Linda over

to the piano and made her lay on her stomach across the bench. He

pulled a short chain out of his pocket and clipped one end to the

back of her belt the other end he connected to the handcuffs

confining her legs. Thus she was forced to endure this stringent

hog-tie balanced precariously atop the bench.



   "Hey Reggie baby! Give me some of that tape!" He shouted, he was

getting quite drunk. Sir Reginald complied but not without an

obvious look of disgust. Johnny missed the roll of tape when Sir

Reginald tossed it to him but he quickly retrieved it. He ripped

two small pieces of the tape off the roll and used them to tape

Linda's eyes shut. He then turned his attention to Courtney who

attempted to back away as he approached her menacingly. Mariko,

along with some of the others looked towards Allison who only

shrugged her shoulders in defeat, as if to say "What use?" Johnny

took Courtney by the elbow and pulled her to a plush easy chair in

the back of the room where he sat down and then pulled Courtney

into his lap. Mariko could hear the sound of Courtney's nylon

covered legs swishing and her muffled grunts and breaths as she

attempted to resist the onslaught of Johnny's groping hands.



   Mariko's arms were beginning to throb a bit due to the fact that

they were still pressed into the back of the couch. She shifted her

weight to attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her arms and

shoulders. Unfortunately, although this made her arms more

comfortable, it also caused her skirt to slide up high enough so

her stocking tops were completely exposed. She wished she hadn't

moved at all because Helen couldn't seem to resist running her

fingers along the naked skin of her exposed thigh. Mariko stoically

endured this as she figured things could be much worse. (Courtney

was still grunting and squealing in the back of the room.)



    Allison seemed none the wiser as she used Gina as a

demonstration to show the proper way to bind someone with their

hands in front of them. First, she had Gina place her hands

together with her touching the backs of her wrists together.

Allison used thin drapery cord to bind her wrists in that position.

She then took some fishing line to tie her thumbs and pinkies

together (She said ordinary sewing thread could be used in an

emergency and that small tie-wraps could be used successfully

also.) She took some more of the drapery cord and tied a double

loop around Gina's waist ending up in a knot at the small of her

back. Allison took the ends of the rope and ran it between her legs

and up and over the rope binding her wrists. She pulled the loop

back over the wrist windings and pulled the loose end back between

her legs and tied it to the knot at Gina's back. Her arms were now

inescapably secured to her belly. Allison then wanted to test her

work so she told Gina that if she was able to escape she would

receive a special reward. Gina struggled for a while but everyone

could tell the attempt was halfhearted. Helen informed Gina that

she would be happy to punish her if she didn't escape. It was

amazing just how much energy Gina was able to muster after that,

but unfortunately with the same results.



   Other "Shows" went on during the balance of the evening with

most everyone participating. Sweetcakes had her rear pinkened with

everything from a hand to a small whip. The goal seemed to be to

turn both her ass cheeks a consistent shade of red, with no

blotches or unblemished spots. In the end, it couldn't be done.

Annette sang once again, This time as she was spread eagled between

two pillars at the end of the room. It took some coaxing by Helen

but she was really able to hit some incredibly high notes! (Even

while Ma'am was tickling her.)



   When the clock struck one, Allison stood and announced to her

guests that she must end the party. There was a collective groan

from all the guests, mostly of disappointment but a few of

discomfort.



   "After all, remember it's a school day for the girls tomorrow!"



   "What?!?!" wondered Mariko.



   Allison cheerfully put her arm around Gina who was still bound

as securely as when she had started her Houdini act and was now

glancing apprehensively at Helen.



   Everyone seemed to agree and began to collect their things in

preparation for departure. Ma'am and Joan gathered up Mariko and

Courtney and after straightening up their clothes, dragged them to

the front door of the house. Allison arrived momentarily, and took

a place right next to the door. She was preceded by Joan then

Courtney, then Ma'am and finally Mariko. The first guests ready to

depart was Johnny and Linda, Johnny started down the line to say

good-bye pushing his bound friend in front of him. Linda paused in

front of Mariko and then suddenly leaned towards her. Mariko was

taken somewhat aback by Linda's action and her natural reflex was

to back away. Ma'am reacted quickly by taking a hold of a hand full

of Mariko's hair and she straightened her up and then held her

firmly in place. Mariko looked into Linda's eyes and could clearly

see that Linda was hurt and embarrassed by her reactions, and

Mariko felt bad when she realized what Linda was trying to do.

Ma'am comforted Linda and coaxed her to go ahead and say good-bye

to Mariko. Linda was hesitant at first but when Mariko nodded her

approval to her, her eyes gleamed with relief, she cautiously

leaned forward and pressed her leather sealed lips to Mariko's

equally gagged mouth. Mariko was a little touched by this, she had,

without speaking communicated with another person, someone who had

badly needed some approval from someone. (She certainly wasn't

getting it from Johnny!) Johnny simply pinched Mariko's nipple as

he passed by. Linda continued down the line, gently gag-kissing

Ma'am on the cheek, then Courtney, and Joan as she went. Johnny was

polite to Ma'am and Joan but he couldn't resist molesting Courtney

one last time before he said good-bye to Allison after Linda had

hesitantly kissed her on the cheek. Allison took a moment to warmly

hug the teary eyed girl before coolly shaking Johnny's hand. Mariko

could just barely see out the door as Johnny roughly shoved Linda

across the parking lot to his Mercedes.



   "That jerk..." Joan whispered under her breath and Allison and

Ma'am both nodded their agreement.



   While they watched Johnny and Linda cross the driveway, out of

the living room came Sweetcakes and Sir Reginald followed closely

by Dr. Farmington and Kimberly. Sweetcakes gamely attempted the

good-bye kisses but Mariko could easily see, by the bulging of her

eyes, the strain on her neck as she attempted to turn her head was

pulling the tape tighter thus pushing the napkin deeper into her

mouth. Sir Reginald gave Mariko a tender peck on the cheek and

wished her well. Mariko then exchanged polite gag-kisses with

Kimberly and even found herself nodding farewell to Dr. Farmington

as well. She then turned and watched the procession as Sir Reginald

shook hands with Allison.



   "Allison dear, Kelly here was telling me what a lovely time you

two had riding the other day, You see, I haven't been in the saddle

since my old military days and I was hoping that you could get some

free time soon and we could all go for a little jaunt together."

Sir Reginald was saying as Sweetcakes was vigorously nodding her

approval.



   "Why Sir Reginald, I had no idea... I would be delighted. I'm

not sure when my schedule will permit but I will call tomorrow and

let you know. Of course, you understand that you can use my trails

any time you want, all you need do is call the stable master and

make the arrangements." said Allison.



   "Why Thank you, I may just take you up on that. I may need some

practice to keep up with you." Sir Reginald said with a smile.



   "Oh! you charmer!!" said Allison.



   Dr. Farmington and Kimberly greeted Allison.



   "Allison, on behalf of my wife and myself we would like to thank

you for the wonderful time we had tonight. We would love to attend

again but..."



   "But what Steven?" asked Allison with a look of concern on her

face. Sir Reginald and Sweetcakes stopped abruptly and turned back

to the group.



   "Well, I really don't know whether it is proper to say this, but

we enjoyed everyone's company with the exception of Mr. J's. In the

future, we would be grateful if you would tell us if you expect him

to attend as we would rather not associate with him again." said

Dr. Farmington firmly.



   "Here here!" concurred Sir Reginald. "The American's famous

bluntness in action no doubt!"



   "Well, I have been having the same thoughts recently. But I

would hate to loose touch with Linda. I think she really needs our

support right now." replied Allison.



   "Yes, darling child." said Sir Reginald sadly, "That blighter

doesn't deserve her!"



   "Agreed, but that doesn't change my feelings." said Dr.

Farmington.



   "Perhaps we can arrange something, but please remember that one

bad apple is no reason to throw away the bushel. said Allison.



   "By no means! "We love the apples... We just want to avoid the

bad ones because they can give all of us a bad name." said Dr.

Farmington with a smile.



   "Yes, I'll see what I can do." said Allison. "Don't worry."



   With that, the four guests turned and left the house. Mariko

watched enviously as Sir Reginald opened the passenger door of his

Bentley and helped Sweetcakes slide into the passenger seat and put

her seat-belt on. Dr. Farmington on the other hand stopped with

Kimberly at the rear of their car and he opened up the trunk. To

Mariko's surprise though, that was not where she would be riding,

Dr. Farmington turned her around and began removing her leather

restraints, casually dropping them into the trunk. She waited

calmly, not moving, until he had removed all the cuffs and finally

her gag. He leaned and whispered something softly into her ear and

she turned back to him suddenly and they embraced passionately.

After a long, loving kiss, they both waved to the group standing in

the doorway and got into their car and drove away.



   Mariko shook her head and tried to sort out her feeling. Somehow

she liked some of these people. They seemed the most honest, open

people she had ever met. (A little kinky perhaps, but...) This was

something she was not used to but she found it very refreshing. She

was suddenly startled by a touch on her shoulder, she spun around

and looked directly into the face of Richard. She could feel her

heart fluttering madly but she just figured it was because she was

so jumpy. Richard paused and looked at her for a moment. Mariko

couldn't help but wish she could speak to him but she wasn't sure

just what she would say if she could.



   "It's been a pleasure meeting you..." Richard began, "I hope

I'll see you again soon." he said as he took her chin in his

fingers and gently kissed her forehead. Mariko felt her knees get

a little wobbly but that was surly because she had been standing on

those high heels so long. Mariko, almost against her will, and

without taking her eyes off of Richard found her knees dipping

slowly, and when she came to her senses she found herself blushing

uncontrollably as she realized that she had performed a perfect

curtsy in front of Richard. He only smiled and moved down the line

and left quickly after saying good-bye to Allison.



   Mariko didn't remember much of saying good-bye to Helen and

Annette and Gina. She remembered only the look on Richard's face as

he passed by. Suddenly, the front door shut with a bang and this

awakened Mariko from her daydream. Allison called for the stooges

who were waiting just around the corner.



   "Get them ready for bed," she said as the stooges took Mariko

and Courtney under tow. "You two have a busy day tomorrow. Your

first day at school!"



   END OF PART 4 **



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