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Our supper was pleasant, but nothing to write about. Ed is a mysterious guest, I never know what to expect.

I flew in at his request, he said that he would take care of while "arrangements"..



Ed hands me the keys to the apartment in New York city…. On 16th and Adams.
My curiosity is now overcoming me.
It is on the 24th floor

My energy level increases considerably when Ed tells me with a wink that I would find a small present in the apartment. Quickly I bid him a good night and raced to find what is in store for me.

I bolt into the apartment, barely remembering to unlock and open the door in the process.

I quickly look around, calling out, but with no answer I head for the hall closet, the largest of the closets to look for my surprise.

Literally throwing open the doors, I find inside the closet is a woman with soft creamy skin that could stop any man in his tracks, smooth long legs, the near tiny waist, and those breasts, perky, proud and so very natural. This time she is tied and packaged as neatly as any present could be.

The clothes that normally hung in that closet have been removed. And so are hers. She is completely nude, save for a black leather collar around her neck, facing the back wall of the closet, resting on her knees. I had to take several breaths, and more than once close and reopen my eyes, to convince myself of what I am seeing.

Her arms are bound tightly behind her with red ribbon, at the elbows and wrists. Her wrists are tied, palm-to-palm. The ribbon around her elbows, her elbows touching, causes those lovely lines of her soft skin between her shoulders down the middle of her back, forces her to thrust her breasts forward against the closet wall.

A huge bow is tied across the top of her chest. A smaller bow is tied around her waist, below her navel. Her wrists are locked behind her back in one-inch wide steel bracelets and four links of chain. Her eyes remain downcast, but I cannot help but notice how her nipples seem to look up at me. Her mouth is packed with a red ball gag, and head-harness gag, with the black leather straps pulled tight around her face and her head.

Her hair is held against her head by the leather straps, the black leather a sharp contrast to her blonde hair. The side of her face is pressed tightly against the wall of the closet; I could tell in an instant that she could move barely an inch; the leather collar was padlocked to an eyebolt protruding from the wall. I later found the key to the padlock hung from a small string, tied around the end of her golden mane beneath her bound arms.

A ribbon is tied around her waist, and fastened on each side of her to other eye bolts in the closet wall. Clearly, she is not going anywhere, at least not on her own.


My heart is pounding, to the point where I expect it to burst from my chest.

And a thousand questions race through my mind. I thought about those questions only a moment longer. I am sure that I would get the answers later. The first task is to remove the lock from the collar and untie the ribbon around her waist that holds her to the wall of the closet. The second task is to carry her bound and gagged body to the bed. After that, the possibilities are endless.

Untying her hogtie, I help her to stand, admiring her. I sweep her up in my arms and carry her to the large bed. Her eyes stare dolefully at me behind the gag’s black leather straps, which in an inverted Y around her nose bisects her face to disappear into her hair and around to the back of her neck.

Laying her on the bed, I first untie her ankles and knees, admiring her silky smooth legs. Only after I had partially unwrapped my pretty present did I realize that the gag was locked on her and I did not have a key to remove it. Ed made no offer of a key to me and I assume she is still to be considered an escape risk. With a tinge of disappointment, I realized I would not be using her mouth as before, nor would I have a chance to converse with her.

As we lay on the bed, the moonlight streaming onto us, my lips at once begin caressing nipples I am so beginning to love. Her body is beautiful in the soft light. My fingers and not much later my cock probe her womb and she produces very vocal sounds deep within her gagged mouth. Her lips are sealed away from mine, but I kissed the broad band of leather covering her face and her body bucks against mine, smooth delightful legs wrap around me, bare heels press against the small of my back. In response as I rise up on my forearms and press my hips against hers.

She is so warm inside that I have to fight back coming in that instant. Her wetness envelops my burning cock, making a fit tighter than a glove. I grab onto her hips for dear life as I begin to rock back and forth inside her. Gripping her hips and thighs tightly I force myself deeper and deeper until it feels I have reached the very bottom of her core. Her almost silent moans for help turn to light grunts as I shove myself in and out of her tight body. I sense her sucking on the gag filling her mouth. Her moans are music to my ears. I decide that she is very well trained.

I slowly fill myself from her sweet, tight pussy.

In the morning she arose first and starts the shower. The refreshment cubicle, often called the "fresher" by residents and staff alike is a standard device in all guest rooms. It consists of a small changing area, a makeup table with cosmetics and some personal hygiene and cleaning equipment, and a shower and toilet facility. The door has no lock on the inside, but can be locked from the outside. The fresher is designed to provide all of the basic cleaning and hygiene needs for the slave population while providing complete control of slaves while they are unfettered. Everything in the fresher has been carefully selected to eliminate any possibility of conversion into a weapon or implement of escape. Further, the rooms are fully monitored with audio pickups and cameras.

Privacy is only one of many things that a slave looses when she becomes a slave girl.

The shower is a small room, glass on 3 sides with plants on shelves, and the floor, lining the sides of it, afford some feeling of privacy, but really conceal nothing. During the day it would allow in natural light, at night, anyone is easily seen from the outside.

I admire how much she can do with hands cuffed behind her back as she silently pulls me towards the shower where we again make silent love. Even in the warm water, her nipples seem to pierce the flesh of my chest as her silky legs entwine my body. Seeing her beautiful ass pointing back towards me, I couldn't resist personally examining it with my drenched manhood.

I pull her back towards me as I slide my cock inside her incredibly taut ass. I have never been one much for anal sex, but her appearance is overwhelming. I move faster and faster at this point, cramming myself inside. Her ass is too much to handle and as I push and retract my tool from her, I loose myself to an explosion deep inside her ass. I could feel myself shoot in quick bursts, filling her.

Turning off the water, I towel her dry as giggling with ineffectual hands, she tries to help. I next try to brush out her hair. The straps of the head harness make this difficult. I wish I could at least get the gag out. The strap is in the way of putting my finger down to check how long it is. I try for several minutes to somehow tease it out of her mouth, but it is too tight. She nods, and her lips seem to approximate a smile around the gag.

I decide I again want to use her mouth. Announcing my intentions to her, I spend several minutes searching the rooms and every drawer in hopes of finding keys. My lady follows me about the room, bumping into me to encourage my efforts, with wondrous giggles behind her gag to push me towards possible locations I have failed to notice. But every drawer is spotlessly empty.

In the end she simply stands impishly in the center of the room looking at me, turning her hips as she shakes her head and wrists to emphasize how helpless she truly is. How I wish for her mouth to again suck my hard organ, but that is not to be, so I decide to turn her over.

It is almost noon and I am beginning to be hungry when I realize the message light is flashing on the phone at the desk. Ed has left a message saying I could meet him at the dining buffet at my convenience but first I should use the discarded ribbon to retie my present, kneeling as before beside the bed. Nothing fancy is required, but I should simply secure her ankles with the discarded ribbon and leave her tethered by the neck to a bedpost, making sure the knot is placed sufficiently high enough above her ability to reach it. I looked up from the phone to see that in anticipation of the message my lady is already kneeling in the assigned position and place.

I remember my earlier thoughts that Ed might still consider her to be an escape risk. I could not help but admire her rump kneeling away from me as I lift one ankle and place it on top of the other and then wrap the ribbon around her limbs three times before threading it between and cinching it tightly. The ribbon is very strong and even I could not have broken the tether I tie in a slipknot around her neck and to the very top of the bed frame. Before leaving I again kiss her face, saying stupid comments about her beauty and how I would see her again. She makes not a sound as I leave her.