Our story opens in a large room with a high ceiling. A beautiful blonde is suspended naked from a pair of ropes attached by snap hooks to padded cuffs on her slim wrists. Her hands are too far apart to have any hope of releasing her wrists from the hooks. Her toes are a foot and a half of the floor. She wiggles them occasionally. They are pointing down. It doesn’t bring the floor any closer. Behind her is a clock not directly visible to her.

Strangely on her head is a headset with a microphone protruding in front of her lips. The device is connected to a voice activated recorder hanging around her neck and down between her very, very nice breasts. Her nipples once fully erect have shrunk since there are no male eyes present to appreciate her beauty. The girl speaks into the microphone. “It feels like a half hour already. My shoulders are starting to ache somewhat, but not painfully as yet. I am still itching a bit from my adventure in the woods. ” She turns her head to look back at the clock. “Damn, it is only seventeen minutes so far. Note to myself: When my heroine is in this situation, there will be no clock for her to know the passage of time.”

The naked girl shrugs her shoulders as best as one can while hanging by her wrists. She speaks again loudly. “Computer, down six inches!” There is a slight hum and a computer controlled winch lowers the girl six inches. Still suspended a foot above the floor, the girl passes the time wiggling her toes. Of course she still can’t touch the floor.

A light sheen of sweat is forming on her body. Her fine body glistens in the afternoon sun coming through the skylight. She has shut off the air conditioning to her play room to simulate a dungeon. She notices a drop of sweat forming on her left nipple, growing and finally falling to the floor. “I’ve got the atmosphere for my heroine just right.” She mumbles to herself.

Finally she lowers herself slowly until her toes just touch the floor enough to support half her weight and take part of the strain off her shoulders. Within a half hour her toes were starting to hurt. “Note to myself again. It would be more effective in softening up my heroine with just her toes on the floor. It is more uncomfortable than just hanging by my wrists.”

Finally after another half hour has passed she commands the computer to lower her all the way and give slack in her ropes. She unhooks the cuffs and then removes the cuffs. She stretches her naked body to work out the kinks from her suspension. She has a magnificent well cared for body resulting from diet and exercise. Blonde hair where her long legs meet proclaim her a real blonde. It is the middle of the morning. Looking at the clock, she dons a short robe. She had an errand to run before showering to wash the sweat of her experiment off her body.

Felicity Campbell is a writer of romance and adventure novels. Most have a touch of bondage. Felicity believes in accuracy in how her heroine would feel and react in situations involving bondage. This would explain her experiment with suspension just completed.

Of course some of her practice haven’t ended up as planned. While at her hundred acre property in the country she had the idea of having her maid tie her hands behind her while she is only wearing very tight slacks that come up within two inches of her navel. She is stripped to the waist. The idea is to simulate her character escaping into the woods after being bound and half stripped by the villain. The idea went bad when the three cups of coffee she drank with breakfast before marching off into the woods caught up with her. She finds it impossible to pull down her tight slacks, since the belt buckle was in front and her hands were tied behind her. She found herself cursing they fact that she had worn tight slacks to show off her very attractive ass. Despite her best efforts the topless girl doesn’t make it home dry.

Her maid managed to keep a straight face upon her return. Not to be deterred Felicity repeats the exercise the next morning. This time she wears only skimpy bikini panties. This time when the coffee catches up with her she works them down far enough with her bound wrists to stay dry.

She can’t quite get them back up all the way but at least they cover her blonde curls. Her fine round ass is even less covered than the panties did originally. She walks past a patch of ripe blackberry bushes and decides to see if her character could manage to eat a few berries with her hands behind her back. She finds it difficult to say the least and gives up after managing only a few berries and an equal number of scratches on her nearly naked body. Unfortunately there is another animal visiting the berry patch. It is black with a white stripe down its back. Its motto is shoot first and ask questions later. Felicity catches his best shot square I-on her chest.

She finally makes it back to the house and is a bit unpopular with the maid. Two gallons of tomato juice and much soap and scrubbing her skin is a rosy red but most of the odor is gone. Other practice session go astray. She tries the bikini panties again with her hands tied behind a tree and a rope running from one ankle behind the tree and tied to the other ankle. This allowed her ankles to come within six inches of each other. The coffee catches up with her again and at first she can’t figure on how her character would respond. Would she beg one of her captors to close his eyes and pull her panties down or would she just soil herself? She decided to just have one of her captors cut off her panties and let them fall to the ground. Of course from them on they would have a nice view of all her charms, not just her breasts.

The problem now was that this was now and she really, really had to pee. She had sent the maid away for a couple of hours so she could concentrate on being near naked with her arms tied behind the tree. She couldn’t reach her panties to lower them in any way. She had noted little things like the rough bark rubbing her naked skin.

While she was thinking possible plot lines over, the friendly neighborhood mosquitoes put in an appearance. They feasted for an hour and a half. Felicity tried everything to discourage them. Shaking her breasts as much as her arms behind the tree would permit failed to discourage the blood thirsty insects. In the midst of this she lost the battle of holding the coffee in.

Strangely the mosquitoes abandoned their feasting after her accident. She stood their secured to the tree, with wet panties and pissed off in more ways than one at the little insects. She was starting to itch all over her nearly naked body and couldn’t scratch anywhere. Finally the maid who had been out of shouting range arrived to rescue her. It was two days before all the bites quit itching.

She left her place in the country and returned to her apartment in the city. She decides to research her new novel titled: Samantha Savage and the Kidnapped Pony Girl. This time she decides to stick to the Net for her research. She is sitting nude at the computer, occasionally applying anti-itch cream to a single bite still bothering her on the underside of her left breast. There are quite a few sites on the subject. She notices a site run by someone called Sir Jeff which interests her with its nice fiction and pictures.

All this is running through her head as she dons the short robe and slippers to run her morning errand. Her errand is to feed the neighbor’s cat while he is away. She had fed the beautiful Siamese the night before. Her neighbor is a photographer who shares the other half of the fifth and top floor of the old loft building converted into luxury apartments. The residents actually own the apartments and pay only a small maintenance fee.

He is a handsome young man with red hair. She has found herself attracted to him but nothing has come of it as yet. He had asked her to help out while he was away taking pictures of scantily covered girls on a photo shoot. She has done it for him before.

Still wearing her headset and microphone, Felicity walks across the hall and unlocks the door. She enters the apartment and is greeted by a beautiful Siamese cat complaining about her being late. She hears an odd sound and steps into the next room. She is shocked to see a very naked and gagged blonde girl tied to a wooden chair.

Chapter Two: The Girl In The Chair.

Felicity does a double take at the sight of the naked blonde girl tied in the chair. She is very well secured. She is sitting in a wooden chair with a low back. Her elbows and wrists are tied tightly together. Her arms actually fit over the back of the chair. Her bottom is firmly on the chair seat. Her back is tight against the chair back. Surprisingly, she hasn’t tried to slide forward to get slack in her ropes.

Her knees and ankles are also tightly roped together. A rope from her wrists runs under a rung between the back legs of the chair and over a front rung of the chair and is tied to her ankle bondage. Her feet are held off the floor and are pulling down on her wrist ropes. So much for the old trick of using one’s feet to slowly move the chair over to the kitchen table where a sharp knife sits in plain sight. Felicity is fascinated by the scene and sees how she could use it. How fiendish for a naked and well roped girl to have a knife that could free her in plain sight and no way to reach it. She made a note of that into her recorder.

Felicity is standing behind the girl and hasn’t been seen as yet. There are reflectors and various items, including bright lights, used in photography in the room A camera is pointed at the pretty girl. Her struggles are being recorded. Felicity moves to where she can be seen. The girl gets a shocked look on her face. She wasn’t expecting company and doesn’t seem to want any.

Felicity gets a better look now. The gag consisted of a ball with an elastic strap run through it and placed in the girl’s mouth. Drool has run around the sides of the gag and dripped on her full breasts. She then does the last thing that one would expect. She pushes the gag out of her mouth with her tongue. She licks her lips and then yells at her unexpected audience. “What the Hell are you doing here? Franklin wasn’t expecting any other girls for this shoot.”

“I’m his neighbor. I was supposed to feed the cat while he was out of town doing a photo shoot. He mentioned scantily clad girls but not a naked and bound girl sitting in a chair. How come you could get that gag out so easily?”

“It’s a safety gag, dear. In case I get in some kind of distress while he is out picking up carryout. I can push it out. We got in about three this morning. He let me use the facilities and then secured me in this chair. The camera is recording my struggles. I guess he will have to edit you out.”

Felicity stepped back out of camera range. Just then the girl tensed her body. Felicity thought she heard a muffled buzzing sound. The girl struggled in her bonds and began panting. Suddenly she gave out a cry of pleasure and relaxed in her bonds. “Damn! That was the best one yet.”

“What is going on here? I take it that this is a voluntary photo shoot. I didn’t know Franklin shot this kind of stuff. What was with the sound effects?”

“I’ve got what feels like an industrial sized vibrator stuck up my you know what. It is fastened to the chair seat and keeps me from moving forward. I can raise myself up a little, but not enough to get off of it. It sure feels nice when I try though. It is set on random. That last one was my fourth and best climax yet. Whew! Make that double whew.”

“So where is Franklin?”

“As I already told you, he went to get to get some carryout for breakfast. We had a bet. If I could have gotten loose earlier it would have been a trip to a nice restaurant. This is my fourth photo shoot here. I got loose the second visit and he took me to the best place in the city. I have done my best this time but he appears to have gotten better with his rope work. So you just came here to feed his Siamese. I call him Brat-Cat. I thought you were another model when you first came in with that short robe. When you turned and it rode up, I could tell that you have nothing on under it. You are certainly more than pretty enough to pose for him.”

Felicity found herself blushing. “So he would have taken you out. I didn’t notice any girl’s clothes hanging on the rack over there.”

“No you wouldn’t see any. I arrived naked and hogtied in the trunk of the limo. The naked and hogtied part helps prep me for the photo shoot. He does have a few girly things in a closet somewhere which I wore to that restaurant.”

“It was a beautiful very sexy dress. It definitely emphasized my breasts. The odd thing about it was that it was held up by a tie above each shoulder. If the ties were pulled on, the dress falls off of me if I’m not quick with my hands. He also provided me with two golden bracelets which fit on each wrist. They had ring attached to each one and were clicked on my wrists. He explained that it would take a key to get them off. He said not to worry and that he wouldn’t lose the key.”

“Unfortunately he provided with no underwear and the dress barely reached halfway to my knees. As you can see, I have very nice legs which he said he wanted me to show off. He also just happened to have a set of heels in my size. We arrived at the restaurant and were immediately seated. I was very careful to keep my knees together.”

“ I had one of the finest meals I have ever had. He seemed to have a lot of experience with fine food. All the men were glancing at me with envy. Despite my being careful, I knew that I gave them at least one ‘Up the kilt shot’ letting them well know what I wasn’t wearing. Their girlfriends were giving me jealous looks and glaring at their dates. After we finished the meal, he took me back to the car.”

“He told me that it was time to get back to work. He had me turn my back to him and he ran a pull tie through the ring on each bracelet and pulled it tight. My hands were now fastened behind my back. He helped me into the car and fastened my safety belt. I certainly wasn’t getting out of the car on my own.”

“He drove us back to this apartment. He made sure your car was missing in the garage and then helped me out of the car. We rode the elevator up. My dress had ridden up in the car and was tight enough that it wasn’t coming back down without my help. He could see almost all of my long legs. My hands secured behind me emphasized my breasts.”

“When we arrived in his apartment, he kindly helped me out of my shoes. As I stood barefoot, I found out what those ties were really for. He stood me in the middle of this room and tied my ankles together. He then pulled on both ties which he now referred to as disrobing ties. Naturally my dress slipped down around my bound ankles. He cut the tie holding my bracelets together and allowed me to bring my hands around in front where he removed my bracelets with the promised key.”

“As I stood there naked and with my ankles tightly bound, he applied wrist cuffs to my wrists and used a hand held controller that lowered two ropes with snap hooks which he attached to rings in the back of my cuffs. He then used the controller to raise my arms outward and upward. My hands were too far apart to reach the snap hooks.”

“I stood there naked with my heels just barely leaving the floor. He then simply started taking pictures, including the dress pooled around my ankles. Finally he released my ankles and had me step out of the dress. He took more pictures and then added ankle cuffs and used ropes to pull my ankles widely apart. With my legs further apart, most of my weight was now on my wrists and just a little on my toes. It wasn‘t long before I started getting uncomfortable.”

“I made a pretty picture standing there spread wide for the camera. Finally he put the camera down and explained that he was going to warm me up for further pictures. He started with a long kiss that got me panting. He used his tongue and lips to get my nipples even more erect. While he was doing that his hand was doing nice things down lower. I was soon begging him to finish me off.”

“At the right time,, after dropping his pants, he freed my ankles and I raised myself up high enough to let him enter me and then wrap my legs around his hips. I went absolutely crazy. I was making loud noises and tossing my head around. We both finished right after that. I half hung, half stood there with my legs barely able to support me. He took more pictures. Later when he showed them to me. I hardly recognized the naked, sweaty girl with the messed up hair with her arms still held high but with a very pleased look on her face. He got good money for the pictures and I got a nice bonus.”

“That explains a lot. So why did he leave you tied in the chair?”

“I am not that good at acting uncomfortable. I have to actually be uncomfortable to look realistic in a photograph. So the ride in the limo and the rope to my ankles pulling on my wrists does a fine job of making me uncomfortable. He is becoming an expert with ropes. Watch while I lean back in the chair. I can get enough slack to let my toes get within an inch of the floor but not where I can touch it and maybe move the chair over to that knife. That vibrator is secured to the chair seat and is too long for me to raise off of it which explains why I my tummy isn‘t also roped to the chair back. I have to admit it felt kind of nice when I tried to shake my hips in an effort to move the chair.”

“Even if I could reach the table I couldn’t lift my hands high enough to get them on the knife. With the photo lights on, I am sweating like a horse that has been rode hard and put away wet. That vibrator doesn’t help either. It is a pleasant distraction.” There was a sheen of sweat on the naked girl’s body.

It was then that Franklin walked in carrying breakfast from the golden arches. “Oops, I knew I meant to leave a note on your door that I had returned last night after you gave my cat his evening feeding. I guess Athena has been talking your ear off.”

“Not really neighbor. I am taking notes, however. I can use her feelings in my next novel. Where did you find a beauty like her?”

“Actually she is a college girl working at The Ranch for the summer. This will probably be her third and last summer since she starts her senior year in the fall. She ran out of money near the end of her freshman year and then someone in the know hinted that she would be pretty enough to work at The Ranch and that it paid very, very well. Of course if work is hard to find after graduation, she can always spend another summer.”

“So what is she doing here?”

“We had a few days available while The Ranch was being set up on a Pony Girl theme for the next couple of weeks. We decided to do a few bondage photo shoots and split what I get for them.”

“Did you say Pony Girl theme?”

“Yes I did. The Ranch varies its themes periodically over the summer. Right now they are preparing a Pony Girl theme. Things like near naked girls in pony costumes pulling well paying guests around in pony carts. No cameras are permitted but pictures of them with the girls are available as part of a package deal to the guests using their unique services.”

“It just so happens that I am doing research for my new novel: Samantha Savage and the Kidnapped Pony girl. Is there anyway I could get an invite to gather material?

“Not very likely Felicity. It caters to a very elite clientele. Any that are easily recognized usually wear disguises or masks. The Ranch guards their privacy very, very carefully. I might be able to get you in, but you might not like the mode of transportation. First let me make a phone call.”

Felicity fed Athena from the carryout bag while Franklin made his call. She felt strange feeding the naked and very well secured blonde.

Franklin used his cell phone for many minutes as Felicity watched. Finally he turned to her and said, “Good new for you my beautiful neighbor. Two of the members of the board of directors read your novels and are all for you being allowed to visit. You will be treated as both a guest and one of the working girls. You even get to experience what it is like to be a pony girl. The only catch is that you will be permitted absolutely no luggage. That includes clothes. What little, if any, you get to wear will be provided by The Ranch.”

Felicity licked her pouting lips. “Let‘s go for it Franklin.”

Chapter Three: Preparing for a Limo Ride.

Felicity led Franklin back to her apartment. When asked the purpose of the headset on her head, she explained how she takes notes for later transcribing to her stories. “Sorry but you won’t be able to trot around The Ranch wearing that. In fact, as I said before, you won’t be wearing much of anything except pony gear if I can pull this off. I can let you have it while being transported but it will have to be left in the limo. I am sure a ride in a limo‘s trunk might provide interesting notes under the circumstances.”

“Just how do you propose to transport me to The Ranch as you call it.”

“I will transport you just like I transport Athena. Do you have any objections to being naked and hogtied in the trunk like she will be? The naked part is to insure that nothing is smuggled onto The Ranch in your clothing.” She had heard the term hogtie but wasn’t exactly sure what it involved.

“The things that I am willing to do for research. If Athena can put up with it for funding her college education, I guess I will have to do the same to get my notes. That is why my novels are successful, I have experienced much of what my characters supposedly go through. What comes next?”

“You can wear your audio gadget for now but we will leave it in the limo upon arrival. STRIP!” Felicity looked at him in surprise. He was serious. She kicked off her slippers and hung her short robe over a kitchen chair after removing her keys. He gave a low whistle at the sight of her beautiful body and admired the fact that her blonde hair was matched by the curls where her shapely legs came together. Felicity, while not a virgin, found herself blushing at his male appraisal. After letting her lock her apartment, he led the now naked girl back to his apartment.

Athena greeted her cheerfully. “I see that he has you naked. Looks like I am not going back in that comfortable limo trunk alone. It won’t be the first time I had company. The first time I rode with the girl that had recruited me. When she didn’t show any fear of being naked and bound in the limo, I went along with it. It was actually a bit of a thrill. Now it is just routine for me.”

Felicity spoke. “I have one phone call to make to my publisher. I am going to tell her that I am researching my latest project and may be out of touch for a couple of weeks. One question will I be permitted supervised checking of my Email?”

Franklin thought for a few seconds. “Okay, but it will be on a look but don’t touch basis. I will monitor you and do any typing required for you to reply. Do we have a deal?”

“Affirmative! Now what comes next?”

He picked up a short length of thin rope. “Turn around and place your wrists behind you, palm to palm.” Still holding her keys, Felicity complied and turned her back to him. She felt the thin rope against one of her wrists. After several loops around both her wrists, he took a couple of turns between her wrists and tightened the loops down. He then tied several knots and left both ends of the rope hanging down from her wrist tie. She didn’t know their purpose, not being familiar with hogties except by name. The naked girl quickly realized that she wasn’t going to get free without assistance or something sharp. She doubted that Franklin kept anything sharp in the limo’s trunk.

Felicity felt her nipples getting hard. Was being naked and bound in front of a handsome male turning her on? If Franklin noticed, he didn’t comment. “May we go back to my apartment to make that phone call. As you probably noticed when you were binding me, my keys are still in my hand. You’ll need them to unlock my deadbolt.”

“Okay but first I have to add something to your costume, what little there is of it.” He knelt down behind her, admiring her perfect ass. He used a short length of rope tied to each ankle just long enough to allow her to take almost normal steps but not run. He followed the naked,, bound and now hobbled girl over to her apartment. “That is called a hobble. There is another version using cuffs and a length of chain.”

As they left the apartment, Athena’s cheerful voice followed them. “Hurry back and remember no hanky panky.” After they left she struggled in her ropes for a couple of minutes in the hope that something might have loosened. She had no luck. A girl tied by Franklin usually stays tied. She gave her breasts a final shake. Unfortunately there were no male eyes to appreciate their nice bounce. As she was starting to relax the industrial strength vibrator kicked in and she wasn’t bored for a while.

As they walked toward her apartment door, Felicity commented. “You have done a good job of binding my wrists behind me. I am surprised that Athena managed to get loose once..”

“Actually, it was no accident.” I figured that she deserved a meal at the best place in the city for all of the stuff she put up with. She never did catch on.”

Once her door was unlocked by Franklin, the two entered. He put her phone in the speakerphone mode. After dialing the number she supplied, he let her do the talking. A voice answered. “Hello Felicity, Darla here.”

“Hi Darla. I’m just calling you to update you on some planned research on my pending Samantha Savage novel. I am traveling with my next door neighbor to do some very important research. He is a photographer I will probably be out of touch except for Email. I’ll check in when I can. Besides he is on the handsome side which means I may be too tied up to check my Email.”

“It’s about time you take a little time off for yourself. All work and no play makes for a dull girl, Felicity. Keep in touch when you aren’t all tied up.”

The last thing that Felicity heard was a chuckle as Darla hung up. She turned to Franklin. “ For a minute I though she knew what we were up to. What’s next my soon to be transporter?”

“I still have to do something about my cat. I’ll fill his food and water dispensers. That will hold the hairball factory for a few days. I’ll call my brother from The Ranch about refilling them. Now let me get started on prepping you for transport.” He produced another gag with attached strap It looked just like Athena’s except for the color. He hung it around her neck but did not put it in her mouth. Holding her arm, he spoke. “This is what we call in the trade a safety gag. You can push it out in an emergency. If you push it out in a non emergency, I will put you over my knee and warm your fine ass.”

Felicity felt herself growing warm between her legs. With him still holding her arm, she half led, half dragged him into her bedroom. She turned her back to the bed and dragged one of her thick pillows out and held it between her bound wrists and shapely ass. She backed up to the bed and flopped down on her back. The tightly held pillow raised her ass off the mattress. She spread her legs as far as the hobbles permitted and gave Franklin a view of paradise.

Franklin didn’t pass up the invitation. In seconds he had stripped off his clothes and mounted her. He slowly entered her and soon brought her to a screaming climax. He held back and kept gently pumping away. A few minutes later it happened again. Afterwards he led the sweat covered girl back to his apartment.

As they entered they heard Athena. “I thought I told you two, no hanky panky. Felicity, your hair is a mess and there is something running down your leg.” Felicity blushed furiously.

“You look in about the same condition Athena. What have you been doing while we were gone?”

“That damn vibrator kicked in while you two were off playing with each other. Now I guess that Franklin is in no condition to give me the real thing. Oh damn, that damn thing is kicking in again.” Her audience watched her struggle mightily in her ropes and then collapse panting with a smile on her face.

Franklin stopped to tie Felicity’s ankles together so she wouldn’t wander around. He then shut off the movie camera and paused to take a number of still pictures of the naked, bound and well satisfied Athena. She definitely looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet. He then released the tie between her wrists and ankles and helped her stand up. He left one end still attached to her wrists hanging down. Just as he got her up there was a buzzing and she started to rotate her hips. He untied the rope around her knees so he could get at the source of the buzzing. He quickly removed the vibrator before it could wear her out any further. “Thank you. Thank you. A girl can get too much of a good thing. “

“How about a drink of something sweet. I could use some quick energy after this photo shoot. Think the pictures or live action will sell?” She stood with her wrists, elbows and ankles still bound.

“Most definitely, my beautiful model. The camera had to have caught some interesting gyrations each time that vibrator kicked in. I’ll edit out wherever my neighbor got in the picture. We will be splitting a nice paycheck. Now lets start preparing for transporting two very pretty girls.” He changed her ankle tie to a hobble and left her elbows still touching. After straightening up his apartment he put a hand around the arm of each girl. He led the naked and bound girls to the elevator. Each floor had its own private refurbished freight elevator and they would encounter no prying eyes on the way to the basement garage. Also each floor had its own private walled off section in the garage. No one would see the two naked and bound girls.

Chapter Four: The Limousine Trunk Looks Comfy.

Felicity was speaking into her voice activated recorder. “It feels strange walking onto an elevator naked with my hands bound behind my back and my ankles hobbled. I keep thinking that someone will get on at another floor. I keep forgetting that this is a private elevator just for my floor.”

“We have reached the basement garage. The concrete is cold on my bare feet. I am learning to walk in hobbles. I haven’t even come close to tripping. Even the garage in this converted loft building is air conditioned. It feels almost cold on my bare skin. I shiver and my nipples are getting hard again.”

“I see only my two vehicles and his one, plus a beautiful limousine. He has led us over to the rear of the limousine. He raises the trunk lid. It really does appear comfy in there. He has removed the hobbles on Athena’s ankles and then ties them and her knees together. He then gets something out of the limousine’s interior. It is two cans of Arizona Tea, the 23 oz. size. He holds it up to Athena’s lips and she inhales it quickly. He does the same for me. After my goings on with him, it sure hits the spot.”

“It is now time to place Athena in the car trunk. He grasps the girl’s arms just below her shoulders. And lifts her off the concrete. She cooperates by lifting her legs. He swings them into the trunk as he turns her body. She first kneels in the trunk and then he helps her lay down on her breasts and belly. He takes the piece of rope hanging from her bound wrists and runs it between her ankles. He then pulled out the slack and her wrists are only a few inches from touching her ankles. Of course the knots are nowhere in reach of questing fingers.”

“Franklin is almost finished with his model. He grasps the ball hanging around her neck. She mumbles something about having hoped he would forget and she could talk to me during the long ride. She reluctantly opens wide. I bet I will have to open wide very soon myself. He inserts the gag into her wide open mouth and she makes an oomph sound and relaxes in her hogtie.”

“It is now my turn. He hasn’t tied my elbows together. I stand unresisting with my future gag hanging around my neck. He removes my hobbles and ties only my ankles tightly together. My only other adornment is still my voice activated recorder. I opened my mouth wide. Instead he shook his head and indicated that I would be able to communicate with Athena with questions that can be answered yes or no. One grunt for yes and two for no.”

“He then lifts my naked body the same way he did Athena. I also helped by pulling up my legs so he could place me in the trunk. I kneel and wait for him to help me down on the trunk floor. He also helps me down on my breasts and belly. One hand grasps one of my breasts as he gently helps me down on my chest. He gives it a nice squeeze and I squeal nicely but voice no complaint. The trunk liner is rather soft. I guess everything in a limousine is luxurious. It feels nice against my bare body. I feel my bare hip is touching Athena‘s bare hip. It is very warm and still sweaty.”

“Franklin then takes the piece of rope hanging from my wrist rope and pulls it toward my ankles. I help by folding my knees until the rope can reach them. He secures it to my ankles. I am now in my very first hogtie. My wrists are further from my ankles than Athena’s are from hers. He informs with a chuckle that he is cutting me some slack in my first hogtie. I thank him and mumble to him that I hope my recorder is getting all my hard earned notes. The things that I do to get good background for my stories sometimes surprise me. Naked and hogtied in a limo trunk is definitely a new experience.”

“Just before he can close the trunk, I ask him the reason for the hogtie. He points up at a lever on the trunk lid. He explained that most of today’s vehicles have a way to open the trunk from the inside in case the driver is carjacked and locked in his or her trunk. He said that he was transporting a naked and gagged girl named Mimi once in just a wrist and ankle tie and she accidentally hit the release with her toes and the trunk popped open. The naked girl sat up. Fortunately he was the last car in line on a nearly deserted stretch of highway and he was able to pull over without the girl being spotted.”

“Despite one loud oomph after another He added rope to her knees and them pulled her elbows tightly together. He then used another piece of rope to place her in a tight hogtie with her ankles almost touching her elbows. She rode the rest of the way bent in a very uncomfortable bow. Upon arrival and the removal of her gag, she was very apologetic and said she had deserved the punishing hogtie. Since that adventure all girls are transported in a hogtie.”

“He then gave me a friendly salute and closed the trunk lid. Athena and I were now in the dark. Surprisingly when he started the limousine a dim light came on in the trunk. I can see Athena’s gagged face looking at me. I ask her if the light was normal and get a single oomph. Now if I only could have a good book and a way to turn the pages. She laughs at my attempt at humor.”

“I hear the garage door open and the limousine pulls out. I hear the door close and we are now moving toward a place called The Ranch. A half hour into my adventure I hear a speaker ask me if I am comfortable. It is Franklin. Apparently I can communicate with him and he can hear what I am putting into my voice activated recorder.”

“I am now informing him that I am rather comfortable considering that I am naked and bound in the trunk of a moving vehicle. I request that he concentrate on his driving. He informs me that he always drives carefully when he has one or more naked girls tied up in his trunk. He informs me that he has the cruise set one mph under the posted speed limit and that he signals all lane changes and stays in the right lane except to pass.”

“I ask him what he would do if a cop pulls him over for driving too well. He reminds me that since I am a writer, I would have to write him a way out. I promise to get back to him if I could figure a way out of that situation. Laughing, he mentions that he gave Athena and I something that I would be able to use for atmosphere in my story while we were in the garage. I can’t figure out what he is talking about.”

“I spend the next two hours questioning Athena. Using one oomph for yes and two for no I learn that she is reasonably comfortable but something is bothering her. I finally use the oomph code by asking if the first letter of what is bothering her is above a K and get one oomph. I ask how many and get five of them. It’s a P. Oh crap she needs to pee and so do I. Those damn 23 oz cans of Arizona tea that he gave each of us while in the garage. I hear Franklin’s laugh come out of the little speaker.”

“He then informs us that he is pulling into a gas station just up the road. I testily inquire how he is going to get two naked girls into the little girls room. He responds that he isn’t but that there is a secluded place a few miles further down the road that he uses regularly for such ‘minor’ problems. Minor, like hell! He is going to have a wet limousine trunk if he doesn’t hurry.”

“Athena and I lay in our ‘comfortable’ hogties as he stops to fill the gas tank. Never has it taken so long to fill a tank it seems to the two girls in the trunk. Finally we hear him replace the gas cap and soon we are soon on the road again. Finally we feel the car make a left turn off the highway and then stop.”

“He informs us that he has to unlock a gate and lock it behind us. We feel him exit the car and then return. He moves the car and then gets out again. When he returns we feel him move the car some more. He had better hurry, I feel like my eyeballs are floating. Damn that Arizona Tea.”

“He finally stops the limo and opens the trunk. We blink as bright sunlight hits us. He removes the rope from Athena’s ankles and knees and helps her sit on the edge of the trunk while he removes the rope on my ankles. He helps me sit up on the trunk’s edge. He okays us finding a bush but to hurry back.”

“I make it about ten feet and feel that I am about to lose the battle before I find a bush. I calmly turned around to face Franklin. I spread my feet wide, look him in the eye, and let it loose. It seemed to take forever to empty my bladder. I glared at Franklin, daring him to comment. Surprisingly, I wasn’t blushing. Athena had made it a bit further that me before she lost her battle. She too spread her legs and let it loose but kept her back to him. Not to be outdone he waited until we were both looking at him He then spread his legs and took out his tool and took a leak. I burst out laughing and Athena was making funny sounds through her gag.”

“We walked back to the car and stood in front of Franklin. He points to a dirt road leading further into the woods. The informed us that there is a farmhouse that a couple stays in rent free as caretakers. Halfway to the farmhouse is a barn where guests who aren’t meant to make it all the way to The Ranch are detained until they see the error of their ways. The couple who live in the farmhouse don’t know what it is used far and make a point of not caring. He mentions that they have their own entrance and never go near the barn, even when there is activity there.”

“I think I will have my heroine do the same thing we girls just did when I write the chapter where she is transported. I will definitely use it. It will be her way of saying ‘Piss on you’ to her captor without actually being able to say it since I plan to have her well gagged during her transport. Thanks for the idea Franklin. My trip so far, though uncomfortable has been productive. Franklin replies that I am welcome.”

“Franklin was about to confiscate this recorder until he decided that since there was a place between the guard shack of The Ranch and the main house that was out of sight to both he could wait. So it was time to put two naked girls back in the limousine’s comfy trunk. Both of us still have a length of rope hanging down from our bound wrists. He grasps Athena under her arms and helps her back into the trunk. He has her stand up while he ties her ankles and then her knees. She then carefully kneels down and is helped down on her be belly.”

“Still standing, I watch him stroke her sex and hear her purr. She glares at him over her gag when he stops without following up. He ties my elbows together for the first time. He then helps me into the trunk. I am getting good at this maneuver. I stand while he secures my ankles tightly together. To my surprise he ties my knees for the first time. I make a mild protest about my tied ankles being sufficient to keep me in check. He remarks that he is now treating us equally and wants it to look that way when we arrive at The Ranch. He gives my sex a quick caress. He laughs when I give him ten minutes to stop it. Unfortunately he does stop. This tied up naked in a car trunk is really turning me on when I should be scared silly. Of course my heroine will have to be scared silly.”

“We travel for another couple of hours. Fortunately neither of us gets the urge again. We feel the car stop and then turn left into what, by the sound under our trunk, is a gravel road. My elbows are starting to hurt. I don’t know how Athena has stood it for so many hours. She grunts once and then twice when I ask her if her elbows are bothering her. I guess that was a yes and a no.”

“He informs us that he is stopping at an outer gate where there is an intercom to the guard shack. I hear him identify himself and then a voice tells him to come on in. Franklin informs them that he will pull on in the now open gate and stop when out of sight of the main road. He says he has to pee bad.”

“I wonder what he is up to. After all he did go at our last stop. There were two witnesses, us. When he stops he walks over to the rear of the car and opens the trunk. The bright sun makes two very naked and bound girls blink. For some reason he releases the ropes holding us in our hogties and helps us park our naked asses on the edge of the trunk. I feel the edge digging into my bare ass. He then removes my headset and shuts it off.” At this point Felicity’s live narrative ends.

Franklin then helps both girls back into the trunk and onto their bellies. He hears Athena mumbling into her gag. “Thanks for reminding me Athena. Felicity, Open wide, NOW!” Meekly she complies and he pushed the gag that had long hung around her neck into her mouth and secured the strap behind her neck. It was tight enough that she would not be able to push it out. He adjusted Athena’s gag to the same tightness. “It is only a few minutes to the main house. You girls should be safe until then.”

“The reason for the tightened gags is that the household males are permitted a few quick feels, etc while preparing you for a little playtime before supper. I wouldn’t want you to push out your gag and give them what I would call a well deserved cussing out.”

He starts to close the trunk lid but stops. He then uses the rope hanging from their bound wrists to put them back in full hogties. Felicity mumbles into her gag. He has made hers just as tight as Athena’s. How had she put up with it so long when her companion hadn’t been bent as far back. Practice probably.

He shuts the trunk lid and starts the car.