When it came to bondage, Louise didn't need to be prompted twice. She went over to one of the big lockers on the side wall, and opening the slightly squeaking doors, she found rolls and loose cut lengths of rope, a few gags - both a ball gag and a ring gag among them - belts and arm binders. With a bright smile, she picked up a roll of rope, a few lengths more and a dry, dark leather ball gag.

-Oh Doug, these guys must be deep into the scene. I wish we'd met 'em before! she exclaimed giving Doug the booty with a broad grin. She poised herself kneeling before Doug and looked at him with doe eyes.
Doug examined the ropes - dark military rope and yellow, strong hemp - and chuckled. "Slave Louise, hands in front!" he exclaimed in a lovingly hard voice. Giggling, Louise obeyed and he went over, unbuttoned her soft flowered blouse and pulled it off. Without losing any time, he lashed her wrists together with a strand of military rope, then motioned his wife to follow as he pulled at the rope and brought her out on the open floor.

As they got to a spot with a small O-ring, less than 1.5" wide, in the floor, Doug ordered his wife and sub into position. Soon she was standing feet bound, knees together and slightly hunched forward, torso erect but leaning forwards, her head cocked and her arms stretched down like a beam towards the floor. Doug fixed a harsh rope from her bound hands to the o-ring in the floor and pulled so that her naked arms were rigidly stretched. Louise could feel the flutter of intimidation about the moment. She was rigidly bound to the floor. Doug went on adding more coils of rope around her knees. "How do you feel, slut?"
"Thrilled" she answered.

-For not showing me this house before, slave Louise shall submit to five lashes by the whip, Doug said mock seriously, and the tall woman squirmed in her bonds. Doug realized something was missing and put the ball gag on her. He tugged it on and deftly buckled the leather strap behind her dark hair. "Slave!" he growled at Lou with conviction.
"Mmmgh!"
Louise bit into the hard leather and waited.

Liz watched and listened in delight on her tv as Doug lifted the whip to make his first strike at the bound woman. This was no more than the opener for what would happen, of course, but she couldn't help admiring Louise's nice skin and her graceful, strong movements, now held in by the bonds she had agreed to. And that sweet mouth, so filled up by the dark ball of leather...