Archive-name: Bondage/islpleas.txt

Archive-author: Thomas Picciani

Archive-title: Island Pleasures (revised)





                        Part 1:  Interview



     The story begins as a beautiful lady named Ally enters

a very posh restaurant in Los Angeles. She is answering

an ad she had seen in a personal column in one of

the lesser known newspapers that usually carry some of

the more kinky personal ads.  The ad read, "In need of a

female subject for long term training program on my

private island. Subject must be natural blonde, slim figure,

and nicely endowed. Subject must be drug and disease

free and non-smoker. S&M, B&D are involved. Subject

must be willing to stay on island for extended period of

time....."



                             *******



     The number was an answering machine. She felt  quite

apprehensive about the whole affair at first, what with  all

the crime in big cities. But she figured that a criminal

wouldn't say that the activity was on his private island. She

surmised it was for real.  So  she called.  The message

said to wait by the phone and a reply would come in about

2 hours. Sure enough the call came.  She was told to ask

for a Mr. Alexander Davis at the Chateau Bleau

Restaurant, a new and very high class place she had

heard rave reviews about.



     The occasion would be formal and she was to dress

appropriately. She contemplated how much this Mr.

Alexander would need to examine of her.  She decided

that he might want to see her naked or at least partially

unclothed so she kept her outfit simple but sharp.  First the

bra would be black lace, followed by a pair of black lace

panties to match. The pink of her nipples could just barely

be seen through the lace and the blonde bush provided a

very pleasant contrast to the harshness of the black

panties. Yes, that would do nicely. At this point she applied

a bit of rouge to her cheeks, and a dark red lipstick which

together added a very nice touch of color to her face.  She

looked in the mirror and decided her eyes needed a

bit of work.  She gently brushed a small amount of

mascara to build her lashes and added a bit of dark grey

eye shadow to make her eyes look mysterious and lovely.

Next she got out her last pair of black stockings and put

them on, along with a garter belt to hold them in place

against her luscious thighs. Her blouse buttoned in front

and was of a black silk.  She allowed as much cleavage to

show as she dared. The skirt was of a grey tweed that

covered her to just above the knees.  She put on a pair

of 5 inch spikes and as a final touch added a bit of jewelry,

a nice pair of gold pendant earrings and a ring or two, a

bracelet, and a gold chain necklace. Ally added a bit of

perfume here and there and took one final look in the

mirror.



     "Knock em dead!" she heard herself say.



     Ally was Allison Medina, a free-lance journalist who

had  a fair amount of success getting a few magazine

articles published, just enough to live on.  She was

24 years old, long blonde hair, and well proportioned.  She

was 5' 8" tall and weighed 125 lbs.  She had a body that

would make any high priced model jealous. Her blonde

hair came half way down her back and was full bodied.



     She came from a very strict Catholic family.  Her  father

passed away only 3 years ago from lung cancer.   She

watched him suffer for a long time and it took a

large toll on her as she could do little to ease his pain.

She did give up smoking shortly after his death.  She really

never enjoyed it that much anyway.  It was just a way to

take the edge off a rough day.  Her mother was a classic

German family matriarch, dominating her life and making

her into a very respectable woman.  She owed much to

her.  She had one sister, Janet,  just 2 years younger than

her who had married when she was 16 and had given birth

to twins girls at the age of 17.



     Then just five weeks ago tragedy struck.  It was a  rainy

night on a well traveled stretch of the L.A.  Expressway.

Janet and her husband Frank had taken her mother, and

the twins to a Disneyland. On the way back, a  tractor

trailer carrying a load of propane jackknifed just as  it was

entering a tunnel, the same tunnel that the van  carrying

Janet and her family were in.  The whole thing  blew sky

high and killed them and twenty-six other people.   She

had no one to turn to. No friends to lean on, no lover,  no

boyfriend.  She was alone, trying to survive and not  doing

a very good job at it.  Maybe this was her way out of  her

misery.



     She further contemplated the meeting. Ally admitted  to

herself that she was a bit anxious. No, she was scared  to

death. As she entered the restaurant she felt a sense of

foreboding.  She feared going through with this meeting.

But she felt something inside spurring her on. It was fear,

curiosity, passion, and several other emotions all rolled up

into one incredible rush.  She was reminded of the

daredevil and why they did what they did.  As they longed

for that feeling of ultimate fear and ecstacy just a split

second before they cheat death one more time, so Allison

Medina walked into the jaws of the unknown to meet her

fate.  She wanted the unknown.



                                 *****



     As Ally approached the entrance to the dining room

she felt the anxiety balling up in her abdomen.  Upon

entering the dining room she almost turned right around

and left.  But something inside said that she must go on.

Finally she found herself standing next to the maitre'd.



     "May I help madam?"  he said with a wide smile.



     "Yes," she beamed back, "I was told to meet a Mr.

Alexander Davis. Has he arrived yet?".



     "The fact is Miss...?" the maitre'd said.



     "Medina, Allison Medina,"  she said with a smile.  She

always liked being treated 'with airs', as her mother used to say.



     "The fact is, Miss Medina, Mr. Davis has been here

since early this afternoon. You see he owns this

establishment."



     "Oh my, I had no idea!" she exclaimed.



     "Mr. Davis is currently in the executive dining room.

Would you please come with me Miss Medina?  BY THE WAY,

you may call me Andre if you wish."



     "Thank you Andre. Please lead the way."



     She was led through an exquisitely decorated dining

room.  The room was carpeted with a short pile rug which

partially muffled the sounds of her heels. The walls were

decorated with fine paintings and sculptures of various

designs.  As Ally passed one of the paintings she couldn't

help noticing the signature,  Picasso! These couldn't be

real, could they?



     People from only the highest standing dined here.

There were even a few celebrities scattered through the

room.  She tapped Andre on the shoulder.  "Isn't

that Don Johnson over there with his wife? It is!"  she

squealed. "Do you think he'd mind if I got an autograph?"



     Andre looked annoyed.  The expression said it all and

was punctuated by a small but firm shake of the head.



     "Oh well, perhaps some other time," she lamented.



     She was led into a long corridor that ended at a 'T'. As

they entered the hallway the carpet was replaced by a

parquet floor.  The heels made a delicious sound on the

parquet and it aroused her senses.  However these

senses were a distraction from the task at hand,

controlling her fear.  She almost let that wave of fear

overcome her when the turned right at the 'T'  and came to

a huge pair of  ornately carved wooded doors.



     Andre opened both doors and announced Ally's  arrival.

There was no going back now.  Ally stepped  forward into

the room.  She was immediately impressed by the size of

the room.  It was some eighty feet long and  twenty

feet wide with a forty foot long series of heavy  oak tables

down it's center.  Chairs were lined up along  the walls as

well as the sides of the tables.  At the very far  end of the

tables was one large chair almost like a throne.   There

was a single door at the far end to the left of center  and

Ally assumed this to be a closet.  She was correct.   The

double doors she had just entered were the only way  in

(and the only way out, she thought).



     The fear began anew.  Again it was quenched by a  tall,

handsome man who proffered his hand as he greeted

Ally.



     "Miss Medina?  Hi, I'm Alexander Davis.  Please  come

in."



     "Allison Medina, glad to meet you,"  she said.



     That statement from her was more than just common

courtesy.  She really was glad to meet him.  Before her

stood a six foot, four inch specimen of the perfect male

body.  It was all she could do to keep her eyes from

popping out of her head!



     Alexander Davis was a tall, handsome man about six

foot four, well built.  He possessed sandy brown hair,

obviously sun bleached, perhaps from the island

climate Ally thought.  His complexion was nicely tanned

from head to toe. He was wearing a three piece business

suit.  The vest and jacket were of fine blue- grey silk and

contrasted well with his tanned features.  Ally wondered if

he had tan lines.



     Davis wasn't exactly having an easy time of it either.

He stared for the longest time at Ally.  From head to toe

she was exquisite.  His eyes focused on her heels.  My

they looked nice.  He always had a thing for heels.  It

really turned him on.



     Ally entered the room and followed Alexander to the

far end of the room.  She then noticed two more people in

the room, a man and  a woman.  The man was standing

near the large chair at the end of the table.  The woman

was seated on the far side of  the table at the very end.

She had a few stacks of papers just to her left arranged

neatly on the table.



     As they reached the end of the table Andre spoke.



     "Will you be ordering dinner sir?"  he said.



     "Miss Medina, would you like a nice dinner,  my  treat?"



     "Actually I'm not very hungry at the moment.  The

situation has made me a bit nervous and I've kind of lost

my appetite."



     "I can understand your nervousness.  Let me assure

you that at any time you wish, you may walk out of here,

no questions asked.  No one will stop you.  Does that

help any?"



     Ally pondered the statement for a moment.  "Yes it

does help a bit"



      "But not that much.  I understand.  Since you are not

hungry at the moment perhaps I can offer you a drink?

We have an excellent wine cellar.  Andre,  bring us a bottle

of Chablis.  You choose..."



     "No, please. Ahh... alcohol doesn't appeal to me at  the

moment.  Could I just have a glass of ice water. My  throat

is terribly dry."



     "Sure, no problem.  Andre, bring a pitcher of ice  water.

We can save the wine for another time,"  Alexander  said.

As Andre left the room Alexander introduce the other

two people.



     "This is Felix.  Felix is my right hand man.  He  consults

me on almost every matter that comes up  regarding the

island.  I like to think of him as the guy who  keeps me

from making an ass out of myself," Alexander  said with a

big laugh.



     "Sometimes you succeed in making an ass out of

yourself anyway.  I can't perform miracles!"  said Felix as

he gave Alexander a comical stare.



     Felix was about five feet, four inches tall and very

muscular.  He was semi balding and about 30 years of

age.  He wore a grey business suit that didn't fit very

well.  He was not all that handsome and carried a little bit

of a paunch up front.



     "And this is Susan.  Susan is my expert in recruitment

and will assist in the matter at hand."



     Susan smiled at this through lovely dark red lips.  She

remained seated and said nothing.  Susan was five foot,

nine inches tall with jet black hair.  Other than the

lipstick, she wore very little makeup, the small amount of

rouge on her cheeks being the most distinguishing color.

She wore a bright red, silk blouse and no jewelry except for

a pair of small gold earrings.  Ally couldn't see below the

table so didn't know that Susan was wearing a pair of

black six inch spiked heel boots that came up to just below

the knee and was also clad in a mid length black leather skirt.  Ally

didn't know this woman very well but she sensed that she

was the greatest threat to her well being.  She couldn't be

more correct.



     "Please have a seat."  Alexander pointed to the chair

at the end of the table directly opposite Susan.



     At that moment Andre returned with the water.  He

immediately poured a glass for Ally, then looked around to

see if anyone else would like a glass. Alexander signalled

for a glass. Susan and Felix declined.  Andre pours a

glass and gives it to Alexander.



     "Will you be needing me anymore sir?"  Andre asks.



     "No, and thank you Andre," says Alexander.



     Andre leaves the room and closes the double doors.

At that moment Felix heads towards the doors and stands

guard, so to speak.  Ally looks at Alexander with concern in

her eyes.



     "Felix will simply stop anyone from coming in.  The

offer is still good.  If you wish to leave you still may. No

one will stop you."



     "A toast. To the pursuit of happiness!"  Alexander

states, offering his glass in tribute.



     "To the pursuit of happiness!"  Ally repeats with a big

laugh as she gently clink glasses with Alexander's.  They

both take a long swallow of the ice water.  It tastes

wonderful.  Alexander is laughing as well.



     "Feel better now?"  asks Alexander.



     "Quite!"  A huge grin has emerged across Ally's face

and she finally feels at ease.



     "Then let's begin.  As I said, my name is Alexander

Davis.  I own this hotel as well as 12 others in various

cities in the U.S.  I also have a few more abroad in several

English speaking countries.  I was raised by strict parents

who died along with my four brothers in a plane crash

when I was 17.  I am now 28.  The lawsuit victory and

insurance settlement from the crash provided me with the

initial capital of 5 million dollars, which I put into some very

wise investments. When I was 22, the stock market took a big tumble.

But I had taken many wise investments, called

trading short, that actually pay off when stocks go down.

This made me a very rich man.  My two and a half million

dollars in investments turned into one and a half billion

overnight!  Now over the last six years I've accumulated

an even greater amount of wealth.  To be honest with you

I don't know how much I'm worth. Perhaps eight billion,

maybe more."



     Susan spoke, "I believe it's closer to 12 billion Al."



     "Thank you Susan, 12 billion. And since when did we

get so personal?"  He rebuffed Susan.



     Susan immediately lowered her eyes to the table and

said, "Sorry sir. I lost my composure for a moment."



     "Susan, I forgive you. Now let me continue."



     "Now where was I?  Oh, yes. I guess I have 12 billion

in various businesses throughout the world."



     "When I first got the money, many investment brokers

recommended real estate.  I purchased several pieces of

property and did quite well.  One of the properties I

purchased was an Island about 300 miles off the coast of

Los Angeles. My tastes

being of the sexual dominance ticket, I began looking

up ways to fulfil my fantasies. I read Anne Rice's Beauty

series, and her book Exit to Eden. Also I used various

computer networks to gather additional ideas.  The mind control

aspect was picked up from the book 'Story of O' by

Pauline Reage. It was from all these sources that I created

my own version of 'Fantasy Island'".



     On this island are two villages and one palace.  Of

course I reside in the palace.  In one village only women

are slaves.  In the other only men are slaves. In the

palace there is a mixture of both.  Also the palace is where

the initiation and training takes place.  Only experienced

slaves are sent to the villages.  We currently have over

two thousand inhabitants approximately twelve hundred of

which are slaves".



     Upon hearing the talk of slaves Ally's fears

re-emerged, but so did that same desire for the rush of the

danger.



     "Let me get this straight.  The ad is for sex slaves?

You want me to become a sex slave?" Ally seemed

astonished.  She realized that she shouldn't have been.

Perhaps it was just her mind's last ditch effort to prevent

Ally from giving into her desires.  Ally had read the ad.  It

was clear as day and she knew it even before she set foot

into the restaurant that the ad was for sex slaves.



     "You seem surprised at what's expected. Let me  begin

formally in the manner in which I originally planned  this

meeting.  Susan, if you please,"  he said.



     Upon this note Susan relaxed and took a few sheets

off the papers that were on the table. She handed identical

copies to Alexander.  It was a checklist of sorts. Alexander

took out two pens handing one to Susan.



     "Before we begin let me preface this meeting with the

following statement,"  he said as he looked directly at Ally.

"Everything that is presented to you will be as truthful and

as up front as we can possibly be.  Should you accept the

offer we present you will know everything up front.  We will

attempt to hide nothing. Understand?"



     "Yes," she said in almost a whisper.



     "Of course, we cannot provide every detail of the activities

that take place on the island, but we will do our very best to provide

an example of what island life is like.  Before you leave, assuming

you permit it, we will demonstrate as much as we can as to the

lifestyle you will partake in should you be acceptable.  Understand?"



     "I understand," she said.



     "Good.  But be forewarned that the descriptions of

what takes place, what you need to do, or what will be

done to you could be quite graphic and probably quite

upsetting.  Are you sure you can take it?" Alex asked.



     "Yes,"  Ally was visibly shaking now.  Alexander saw  it.



     "Ally, your shaking like a leaf.  Take a sip of water and

take a deep breath,"  ordered Alex.



     She did this and the shaking stopped. She took a

second deep breath and in an apologetic manner spoke,

"I'm sorry. I guess I lost my composure too."



     Susan smiled.



     Alex spoke again consoling her. "Hey, your allowed,

OK?  What the ad is offering is a very unusual situation.

This is one hundred percent voluntary.  And don't worry

about me not filling the position either.  There are millions

who would give their eye teeth for this opportunity.  Now,

do you wish to end this meeting and leave or do you

want to hear more?  I need to know now or we'd both be

wasting our time going any further."



     Ally was being mentally torn in two by the desire to

escape and the longing for the adventure should she

continue.  In reality she only hesitated for a moment, but for

her the debate in her mind seemed to continue on for

hours.  What would be expected of her?.  She'd read all the

books Alexander had mentioned and had a good idea that

she would be abused, humiliated and tortured.  But these

thoughts began to take on a different meaning as the

debate continued.  She feared but could not run.  The

desire for the passion was too great.  Ally pulled a large

pitcher of willpower from her most secret vaults within her

mind.  "I'll stay!"  Upon saying this Ally sat up with

conviction.  She had backbone and willpower and she

wanted to display it.  She wasn't a slave yet and she might

as well use up the last vestiges of backbone and willpower

she had left.  Before long she decided that willpower would

be as worthless as a three-dollar bill.



     "Excellent Ally.  I believe you've conquered that last  bit

of anxiety.  Now let us continue...."



     "I have here a copy of the ad that you responded to. I

will now read it aloud."



     "In need of a female subject for long term training

program on my private island.  Subject must be natural

blonde, slim figure, and nicely endowed. Subject must be

drug and disease free and non-smoker. S&M, B&D are

involved. Subject must be willing to stay on island for

extended period of time...."



     "Ally, I am now going to ask you many questions. If  we

cannot resolve each question I will in all likelyhood  reject

you for admittance. Should you refuse to answer  even

one question you will be rejected.  Many questions  will

involve your personal life and very private matters.

Regardless you must answer them as truthfully as

possible, no matter how humiliating or upsetting the

answer may be.  Understand?"



     "Yes, OK."



     "Now first an easy question. Are you a natural  blonde?"

he asked.



     "Yes."



     "Excellent.  Have you ever used illegal drugs? There

are no drugs on the island.  A drug user would end up in

withdrawal in a day,"  he warned her.



     "I don't use drugs, don't drink, and don't smoke.  That

should cover all the bases there,right?"  Ally was a little

miffed at first but realized Alex was really only looking

out for both their interests.  She let him go on.



     "OK, good. Now a bit tougher one.  Do you have any

sexually transmittable diseases? And have you ever been

examined for them?"



     "Oh boy!"  she gasped.  " I have never been

examined".



     "Then you don't know!"



     "Mr. Davis.  I can personally guarantee I'm clean. I've

never used drugs, and I've never had a transfusion. So I'm

clean, OK!", Ally says in an extremely agitated manner.



     "Uh....Ohhhhh," Susan blurts out.



     "What.......What am I missing?"   Alex says in a very

confused manner. First he looks at Susan. Then he looks

at Ally. Then Susan, then Ally....



     Susan speaks up next. "Sir, if I may?"   He nods still  not

grasping the situation. "Ally dear,  please answer this

question.  How long has it been since you had a man?"

Ally shuffles in her seat.



     "Ahh........Well....Um...I kinda never.....," she blurts out

embarrassingly.



     "Augh.....For crying  out loud.  Are you trying to tell me

your a virgin?!!!  Remember our deal, up front and

truthful!".  Alex is a wee bit upset.  Virgins are not in the

game plan.



     "I'm sorry. I was raised by a very strict mother.  She

kept me from the local boys all her life. Is this going to be a

problem?"   Ally was visibly concerned.  She knew what

was coming.



     Alex spoke in a very official tone. "I'm sorry Ally.  This

isn't going to work at all.  We have a strict rule about

virgins.  You simply don't have enough experience to

make what we call an informed decision.  You see, I can

explain all the things that will be done to you but that

would never even come close to what the experience

would actually feel... like.  Unless you have that

experience you can't make a decision based on what sex

is like.  I'm sorry."



     "Alex, your full of it!"  Ally said with anger as her voice

began to crack.  Soon the tears would overcome her. She

had to continue, to fight for her right. Holding back the

tears as best as she could, she swallowed hard and went

on. "No one except those people on that island of yours

could know what it feels like to be a slave or master on

that island of yours. A few jumps in bed with someone isn't

going to give anyone enough experience to make a bit of

difference when it's compared with what might go on on

that island! Please, don't turn me away!"



     The tears were really streaming now.  Alex pulled out

his handkerchief and pushed it to Ally.  If Alex had one

weak spot it was a woman crying.  But he had to draw the

line somewhere.  He couldn't take in a virgin.  And

besides, who ever heard of a woman who looks like her

and is 24 years old....  Of course it would be easy to

find....  No, she's telling the truth.



     Susan broke the ice as Ally wiped her red swollen

eyes. "She's right you know.  She really doesn't know

what's involved and what these experiences will feel like,

but most of our slaves were in similar predicaments.  They

just didn't know what it feels like until they landed on the

island!  No one could until the are on the island."



     Ally saw her chance. She could see through the tears

that Alex was in a real dilemma. She knew he was playing

by rules that made no sense.  He had a willing subject.  All

he had to do was have an excuse.



     "Please, don't end this. I'll do anything for your. I... I...

I'll  grovel, I... I... I'll obey. I'll do anything! Please!".  Ally

was  really crying. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes

were bright red.



     "I'm sorry Ally, I can't",  he said with great

disappointment in his voice.  "Felix, please take Ally

home."



     "NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!........

PLEAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEE.... I've got nowhere else to

goooooo........,"  Ally balled.  She was now breathing

heavily, hyperventilating.  She was weak from all the

emotion leaking out of her.



     "Look, I came from a strict family too. Ally, look at

me."  She looked up. "Now listen. I'll have Felix drive you

home and we can get your family to....."



     Just then Ally's face twisted into a grotesque figure.

The mascara was running with the tears as they came

down in full force.  Her balling was coming between

labored breaths.  If someone didn't do something she

would probably faint.  Alex took her in his huge arms and

held her tight.  She returned the favor and wrapped her

arms around his. She buried her face in his jacket as he

did his best to comfort her.



     "What did I say?!!!!"  Alex asked Ally.



     Ally's breathing was slowing. She was regaining

control. Good. Now she would listen.  Alex pushed her

ever  so slightly away from him and looked  directly in her

eyes as he repeated, "Ally, tell me.  What did I say that

hurt you.".



     Ally took a hard swallow.  Alex took that as a queue.

He picked up Ally's half full glass of ice water and held it to

her lips. She thanked him. She took a deep breath and

gathered up a tiny bit of strength, just enough to make one

last stand and clear the air.



     "Alex, you don't understand. My parents are dead.

Didn't you read the newspaper? I really do have no one

left.  My mother, sister, her husband and her twin girls.

They're all gone! I need to be taken away from all this.

Please...."



     Memories dating back many years resurfaced in Alex's mind.  The

police coming to the door, the priest visiting him day after day,

greedy lawyers giving him fairy tales of how rich he could become; they

all came back to him.  But the most vivid memory was of the caskets

being lowered into the graves.  "That's my family!" he remembered a

seventeen year old boy saying to the priest.  "Who's going to take

care of me now?"  he asked the father.  "Sometimes, my son, God places

challenges before us to make us stronger.  He has placed a trememdous

challenge before you.  If you're strong, you will find an answer."



     It was then and there that Alex realized he was on his own.  He

took command of his own life.  The investments were his idea.  He did

the research on the stocks.  He made the decisions and took full

responsibility for the decisions.  But most of all he still missed

his parents.  He couldn't console every person that lost their parents,

but Ally could be helped.  It was their common thread.





     "That wasn't in the report!"  Alex said. "When did this

happen?" he said to Ally.



     "A month ago.  What report? What are you talking

about?"  Ally seemed confused.



     "You see, to expedite matters we use your phone

number with a special database that one of my companies

has to investigate criminal and civil activities. I'm sorry but

we have to protect ourselves."



     Alex knew he was in trouble now. He had a crying girl

in his arms begging for domination, and now she had a

hook into the softest flesh he had.  His heart.  He

could never resist a damsel in distress.  But still this had to

be hashed out with Susan and Felix.



     He released Ally as he said, "Ally, wait here."



     Ally did as she was told just sitting still.  Something

was wrong, or was something right?  She'd find out

shortly.



     Alex went over to a chair near the corner of the room

farthest from the double doors and placed the chair facing

the near wall, directly away from the double doors. He

gestured for Ally to come near.  He kissed her on the

forehead and told her to sit down.  "Just stay here, Ally.

The three of us have to talk in private,"  he said.



     With this he took up a brisk pace to the far end of the

room.  As he passed Susan, she rose and followed him.



     "I'm gonna take her. I'll probably hate myself but I  gotta

take her,"  Alex said.



     Everyone had a stern look on their face.



     Felix spoke. "Why? So she has no friends or family.

Let's just give her a little money and she can find friends.

A body like that!  And mom ain't around anymore to keep

her locked up. She's free to date now.  Admittedly a bit

late on the learning curve but with a body like that she

won't have any problems."



     Now it was Susan's turn. "Excuse me for saying so sir

but Felix is a pig.  Here's a young girl in emotional distress

like none of us have ever known.  Sorry sir, I didn't mean

you.  Give the girl money!  She'll go buy a .357 magnum

and splatter her pretty brains all over some wall."



     "Now who's being the pig Susan?"  Felix retaliated.



     "Anyway, she's willing, she's got no ties to job or

family. And the virginity thing is just a bunch of crap.  I say

let's continue with the interrogation, describe everything in

graphic detail as we always have and let her make the

final decision.  The description of what's involved will

probably scare her away anyhow,"  Susan argued.



     "So what do you say Felix?  Is Susan right?"  Alex

said.



     Felix's face quickly showed a grimace that slowly

melted into a smile. "Lady, I'd love to argue with you, but

your absolutely correct.  I see no reason to turn her down."



     "Great, It looks like the two of us will have another

pupil soon. Ha Susan.  Let's go tell the little thing the good

news, shall we?."



     Felix returned to the doors as Susan and Alex

approached Ally.



     "Ally, we can continue.  But first I want you to go with

Susan to the powder room and get cleaned up.  Your face

is a mess.  I want you to have complete control of your

senses when we continue the interrogation.  OK?"



     Ally looked at Alex with a face showing wanting and

desire.  Alex craned his neck down to kiss her lips but then

pulled away.  "No,  just as you need your head clear and

composed, I need to be in control of my faculties as well.

Later perhaps." Ally looked hurt but understood.  If

something else should come up that was reason for her

dismissal, a clear head might make him reason out the

problem and avoid the rejection.



     Susan rose as she said, " Come along dear."   Ally

walked over to Susan who promptly took her hand.  They

walked out together to the powder room.  As Ally cleaned

up her face with a bit of soap and water, Susan took out a

few makeup items since Ally's makeup was all but gone.

"Let me see dear.  Your eye shadow and mascara are all

but gone.  And the lipstick is all smeared, probably when

you buried your face in his shoulder. The rouge is gone as

well.  Here let's fix you up nice and pretty.  A pretty girl's a

happy girl, right?"



     "Yeah, but you do it. My hands are still shaking.



     "That's OK.  I'll take care of you."



     First Susan applied the lipstick.  It was the same color

that she wore. A very dark red.  Susan's skills with

makeup were very good. Alex liked lips to appear thin

and sensuous.  Susan did a fine job there.  Next she

applied the eye shadow,  this time with a dark brown with

a tint of red in it.  Susan applies the mascara only a bit

heavier than what Ally did.  And finally a burnt umber

rough to help frame the face.



     "Now little girl don't mess up my make-over or I'll be

very angry with you.  No more tears, OK?"



     "OK."



     Ally goes over to the mirror and takes a look at the job

Susan has done.  She sees a smiling, lovely blonde haired

girl staring back at her.  "You do beautiful work Susan,"

Ally said.



     "I can only enhance what is already there. Your

features make it easy for me.  Are you composed and in

control to continue the interrogation?  Is your head clear

yet?"



     "Yes, let's go.  I'm certain I can handle it now."



     "Don't be so sure. It's going to get much worse.  You'll

see."



     They walked back to the conference room and the  took

their positions as before.



     Alex began.  "Are you OK now?  Do you have

complete control of your senses, Ally?"



     "Yes, go ahead.  I can handle it."



     "Good.  Now this part of the interrogation will involve

simple yes and no answers for the most part.  Several of

the questions will be very personal and graphic, but you

have to be told up front, OK?"



     "Yeah, go ahead,"   Ally said with confidence. She

even managed to sit up a bit more straight and felt much

more confident.



     Susan and Alex took up their pens and checked off  the

topics that were inappropriate due to Ally being a  virgin.

Alex led the way.



     "Let's begin then," said Alex



     "Question 1."



     "Do you know what the terms bondage and discipline

mean?"



     "Yes."



     "Question 2."



     "Will you allow yourself to be tied and bound as

anyone desires, regardless of the misery you are put

through?"



     "Yes."



     "Question 3."



     "Will you allow yourself to be struck with a paddle or a

whip as your master or mistress so deems?"



     "Ye... Yes."



     "Ally, you hesitated on that answer.  Do you have a

problem with it?"  Alex said.



     "I'm afraid someone might get carried away and hurt

me real bad or something."



     "My promise, no permanent damage will be done to

you.  We have over twelve hundred slaves and none have

ever been intentionally harmed.  OK?  Do you still have a

problem with being whipped or paddled?"



     Ally looked Alex straight in the eye. "No, I have

absolutely no problem with it."



     "Good Ally.  I can see you have firm control of your

faculties.  Let us proceed."



     "Question 4."



     "A woman has three opening that can be used for

sexual pleasure.  Will you allow your sex to be entered?"



     "Yes."



     "Question 5."



     "Will you allow your mouth to be entered?"



     "Yes."



     'Question 6."



     "Will you allow your anus to be entered?



     "Yes."



     "Question 7."



     "Will you allow a phallus to be inserted into all three

openings? (I told you it would get graphic!)."



     "Yes," Ally said.



     "Question 8."



     "Have you ever read any erotic stories?"



     "Yes."



     "Which ones?"



     "All the Anne Rice Beauty novels, and Exit to Eden.

Never could find any Marquis De Sade stuff though.

Looked for months", she said.



     "How long has it been since you finished these

books?"



     "I finished the last book, Exit to Eden about three

months ago,"  Ally said.



     "Question 9."



     "Is there anything you wouldn't do in those books?



     "Yes."



     "What is that?"  Alex asked. He worried.  If she

couldn't do everything in those books then she would be

rejected.  He prayed they could work it out.



     "I don't think I could be a mistress.  I couldn't be that

cruel,"  Ally said.



     "Susan is a mistress, in fact she will be your mistress.

Has she been cruel to you? Of course not.  Remember

everyone that lands on the island does so because they

want to and they have all the facts up front as you are

receiving them.  Cruelty is when the slave is subjected to

things it does not agree to.  Can I convince you to change

your mind on this?"



      "Yes, OK."



      "Good."



     "Question 10, then."



     "Will you allow the use of nipple clamps? And will you

allow your nipples to be pulled and tormented as we see

fit?  I'll assume you know what they are since you read

Beauty."



     "Yes."



     "Question 11."



      Will you allow yourself to be displayed in public naked

and decorated with any objects your master or mistress

desires?"



     "Yes."



     "Question 12."



     "Will you crawl on your hands and knees for your

captor?"



     "Yes."



     "Question 13."



     "Will you allow your head to be locked in a padded  box

unable to hear see or smell anything?"



     "Yes."



     "Question 14.



     "Will you allow yourself to be hung by your arms or

legs?"



     "Yes.



     "Question 15.



     "The final question and the most important.  We need

to take many measurements of your body Ally,  especially

your orifices.  We need to measure your sex and backside

for diameter and your mouth for depth.  We also need to

measure your feet for shoe size and for the maximum size

heel you can wear. Accept all this and demonstrate

your submission by allowing me to plug all three openings

once your orifices are fitted and all your tasks at this

interview will be complete.", Alex explained.



     "Ally, do you accept?  This is your chance to

demonstrate that your really want to be a slave."  Alex

waited and prayed she would accept.



     Ally pondered the statement for a moment. "This was  it

girl," she was thinking to herself.  Do it or spend the rest  of

your life alone.  But she couldn't form the word.  She

started to shiver.



     At once Susan rose from the table and put her hands

on Ally's shoulders.  "Calm down Ally, and get control of

yourself.  Take another sip of water.  That's it. OK. Good.

Now Ally,  I want you to look deep into your  heart.  Tell

me what you want more than anything in the  world."



     Ally looked deep into her heart.  Her heart would rule

her.  She looked into that place where she always found

strength. She straightened up in the seat and said in a

slightly quivering voice, "I want my mother.  I want her

strength, her resolve, and most of all her love and

attention.  But now she's gone and I have no one to turn

to." Ally thought for a moment then in a confident and

steady voice said, "Or do I?  I accept all that you ask of

me.  You may measure me and plug me and I shall be

your totally obedient slave, forever, if you so desire."



     "And we shall tend to you with love and attention like

no other slave ever has,"  proclaimed Susan as she gave

Ally a big hug.



     "Yes you did quite well.  Now before you are fitted I

wish to inform you of the method by which you will go to

the island and the preparations that need to be made.

Today is Thursday. On Sunday at noon I will pick you up

and take you to my yacht.  I will arrange for all your

belongings to be kept safe and all your bills will be paid by

my organization.  I need the name of your bank.  I will, with

your power of attorney, place all your fund plus the

sum of $10,000 into a trust fund.  This money will be yours

should you ever leave the island.  One of my financial

services will maintain and reinvest the interest. You

need not pack anything. Do you have a strapless two

piece bikini?"



     "No, I don't. Sorry."



     Alex pulls ten twenties from his wallet.  "Buy one, and

a pair of red six inch heels. He tells her where she can

purchase them in L.A.  At noon on Sunday you will

be picked up by myself.  We should reach my 150 foot

yacht, the 'Pursuit of Happiness' by 1:00 PM.  You will be

taken to a specially prepared cabin.  There you will be

given a pill that you must swallow.  It is a extremely

powerful laxative and will purge all solid waste from your

system in about six hours. Every hour I will enter your

cabin and ask if you wish to continue.  You may say no

up till 12:01 A.M. Monday morning.  After that point you will

be committed and will have no say in what happens to

you.  Back to the laxative,  when I enter you will be

made to drink 8 oz. of water up until 4 PM. After that time

you will not be allowed to take anything by mouth.  The

ship will depart at 4 PM.  The trip will last 16 hours.  As

you may have noticed the halfway point of the trip is at

midnight.  After that you are a slave.  Understand so far?"



     "Yes I have no problem so far.  Just lead and I will

follow."



     "Excellent.  As I said the ship sails at 4 PM.  At that

point into the trip your bikini will be taken from you.  A

thick collar will be place around your neck and the buckle

will be secured with a bolt which is only accessible by

special wrench.  Your wrists will be likewise adorned.  We

will then attach them to the sides of the collar so as to train

you to where to keep your hands. Your lips will be spread

wide and a custom made combination phallus and bit will

enter your mouth.  We will measure for this device shortly.

You will be made to kneel in front of a mirror rising only to

use the toilet.  I may change this treatment slightly.  Can

you accept all this?"



     "Yes.  A thousand times yes."  At that point Ally sprung

from her chair and dropped to her knees.  She bent down

and kissed her master's and  mistress's feet.







                              Part 2  The Fitting



      Ally sits there at the large table and takes a deep breath.

How much time has passed during this inquisition? She has lost

all sense of time. It is then that she notices a wall clock above

the double doors. 4 PM, she realizes she's been here for three

hours.  Where did all the time go!  The saying "Time flies when

your having fun,"  came to her mind.  Was that what this was,

fun?  Perhaps, for even after all the arguing, pleading, and

crying that she had gone through she felt quite good now.  She

had conquered the situation.  But most importantly she would

be loved.  Her future master and mistress would care for her

and she would accept all that they did to her.  She could see the

love in their faces and hear the love in their voice.  She fully

comprehended now that they would know what she needed. And, she

would escape from her world of pain. She would no longer think of

the tragedy that had taken place only a few short weeks ago.

They would show her the way.  She was ready.



     Alex spoke.  "Ally, before we begin, do you have any

questions?  I don't want you to have any unanswered questions

before we begin the next step."



     Ally thought for a moment.



     Alex continued, "Do you have any fears or concerns about

what will happen to you, about anything at all?"



     Ally pondered what kind of risk would be involved.  "What

about pregnancy?  I don't want to get pregnant,"  she said with a

bit of concern.



     "Good question.  First, there is a fully equipped medical

center on the island with facilities to handle just about any

emergency. So all the medical procedures that are performed

are safe.  Our doctors have developed a special surgical clip

that they can attach to the tubes inside.  All women get this

done to them.  The clip can be removed by a similar procedure

and full function can be restored.  A similar clip is installed on

the male testicle creating a temporary vasectomy.  The surgeon

uses orthoscopic surgery techniques so there's little if any

scaring.  Can you accept this?  This is an important point.  I

must have missed it in my notes. "



     "Good," Ally said, "I was worried about that."



     "Sir,  you forgot something!  She needs to be examined before

the trip!"  said Susan.



     "She's a virgin;  Sorry Ally.  I was going to skip the doctor

visit.  I think she's safe,"  Alex said to Susan.



     "You can't do that sir.  What if she has something other than

STD?  There are many more ailments that could be contagious.

You can't take the chance of an epidemic.  We're not equipped

for it," argued Susan.



     "Damn, your right.  I wonder if we could get her in today."



     "The cultures and lab tests take three days, and it's already

Thursday,"   said Susan.



     "Ahh.... Nuts!  We aren't going to be able to do it this weekend,

are we.  Damn!"  said Alex with disgust.



     Ally looked astonished. "You mean the trip is off?  Nooooo....

Please."



     Alex gently grabbed her left wrist and looked in her eyes.

"Calm down Ally.  We're only going to delay it a week to give the

lab a chance to do the tests.  You'll still go."



     "But I don't want to wait.  I need this now. Please."



     "Ally," said Susan as she reached across the table and patted

Ally's other wrist, "we can't take the chance.  There's a

tremendous amount of body contact on the island.  Suppose you

have some dormant or undetected contagious disease.  There's

two thousand people on that island.  Do you want to be

responsible for starting an epidemic?  Ally, you have to accept

the fact that we have very good reasons for doing this."



     "OK,  I guess I can handle one week more.  But it will be

rough.  Your right.  Without an exam, you could never be sure,

could you?"   Ally said with resignation.



     "Good.  Any more questions?"  Alex said.



     "You said that you were going to put things in me.  Ah, how

do I put this...."



     "Are you worried about the sensation, or if it will hurt?"

volunteered Susan.



     "Will it?"



     "A bit, but it passes.  I'm plugged now.  You don't see me

squirming or grimacing in pain do you?"  said Susan.



     'You are?  I couldn't tell.  Well then what about ah..."



     "What Ally?"  said Susan, "Spit it out."



     "Ah... Hygiene,"  said Ally.



     "I see.  Your wondering about being plugged during your

period.  We use a drug that suppresses menstruation without

affecting sex drive.  Actually, we have a choice of several drugs

in case there is an allergic reaction. You won't have your

period.  Which is important to remember because you might

think you're pregnant when you miss your period if we hadn't

told you this.  Susan,  make a note to add this to the interview

info,"  said Alex.



     "Boy, you really have thought of everything!"  said Ally.



     "A lot of people have collaborated on this.  We brought in

some of the finest experts around the world to work out the

bugs.  And the key administrators meet at regular intervals to

suggest improvements.  The antimenstruation drug was

suggested by a number of female slaves just two months after

we got started.  We agreed that a woman goes through at least a

week of misery each month, perhaps more.  And we knew that

these drugs were safe.  We decided it wouldn't be right for the

girls to suffer from 'nature's cruelty',  as one of our female

administrators put it if there was a way we could stop it.  The

discomfort was also distracting the slaves' attention and in fact

there were several times when training sessions were delayed

or cancelled.  Something had to be done.  So now we use the

drugs,"   explained Alex.



     "The drugs are totally save?"   asked Ally.



     "We've been using them for many years now with no

problems.  Any more questions?"   asked Alex.



     "Nope, I guess that about covers it,"   said Ally.



     Alex shuffles through the list of info one more time.  " I just

want to make sure I haven't forgotten anything.  Susan, can you

think of anything I've missed?"



     "Nope. Oh wait.  Up near the top of the list,  we forgot....,"

said Susan.



     "Oh yes,"  said Alex.  Alex looked at Ally.  "Ally,  don't take this

the wrong way please. Do you have a sexual preference?"



     "What do you mean?  Oh....  You want to know if I want am

ah...,"  Ally stumbled.



     "Could you sleep with a woman, Ally?"  said Susan.



     "I don't know.  I'm a bit nervous about sleeping with a man.

Sleeping with a woman is something even more scary for me.  It

goes against my upbringing.  But something  inside says to try

it.  Could you make it part of my training?"  said Ally hesitantly.



     "Are you sure that's what you want, to be trained to make

love?"  said Susan.



     "Yes, in fact I kind of like the idea of it.  I have to accept the

fact that I'm, ah, inexperienced?   So I need to be taught anyway,

right?"  said Ally.  Ally smiled awkwardly.



     Susan smiled at Alex.  Alex smiled at Susan.  "That's correct

Ally.  I think we're ready,"  said Alex.



     Ally felt her heart race.  She wasn't sure that it was the joy of

getting through this first part or the fear of what was ahead.

The excitement inside her was building like she never felt

before.  She felt her nipples harden and the urge build between

her legs.  She forced herself to regain control of herself.  She

poured herself a little more water and drank it down.  That felt

good.



     At that point Susan looked at Alex.  Alex nodded.  Susan rose

from the table and walked around to Ally.  "Ally, we need to go

to the powder room again,"  said Susan.  Ally rose from her

chair and followed Susan to the powder room.  Again it was

empty. "Ally,  I want you to sit down and empty yourself as dry

as you can,  both bowels and bladder.  Take your time and try

not to strain too much."



     Susan led Ally to a stall and held the door open.  Ally sat and

the water came out.  Between the tension she had been under,

not to mention the fact that she had practically emptied the

pitcher of water by herself,  she had a lot to let out.  Her bowels

release it's waste as well but not very much.  She pushed harder

and felt another small load exit, but that was it.  Ally wiped her

bottom and stood.  As she reached for the handle Susan stopped

her.  "Let me take a look.  You didn't get much out of your

bowels.  Sit down and let your intestines rest. Then try again."



     Ally sat back down and looked up at Susan trying to explain.

"I haven't been eating much because of the pressure I've been

under.  Maybe there isn't any more,"   Ally said.



     "Just relax a few minutes.  I'm certain there's more,"  said

Susan.  She let her sit for a good five minutes then told Ally to

try again.  Ally strained as hard as she could and one large load

of liquid waste exploded from her backside.  She had diarrhea.

She emptied the last of the waste from herself and wiped herself

once more.  Susan looked in the toilet and then flushed it.

"Good, now lift your skirt. I need to examine you before we

measure you."



     Ally lifted her skirt as she was told and Susan bent down.

Susan then pulled the panties down slightly so she could get a

clear view of Ally's sex. Susan began running her finger into the

slit and began to explore. "Your very tight. You really are a

virgin aren't you.  You've never even been penetrated

artificially either,have you?"  said Susan.  Susan pulled Ally's

panties back up and rose.  Ally released her skirt.



     "No."



     "To measure you, we're going to have to open you.  It's going

to hurt.  Are you sure your up to it?"   asked Susan.



     "It's has to be done eventually. I can handle it, I hope,"  said

Ally.



     "I think you can too,"  said Susan as she put her arms around

Ally and gave her a big hug. Susan felt Ally accept her caress.

Susan release Ally and then placed both of her hands on Ally's

shoulders and looked  right into her eyes.  "It's OK to be a little

nervous. I'm going to take care of you, OK?"  Susan said as she

smiled ever so slightly.  Ally's face slowly broke out into a smile

as well.  "Let's go then, shall we?"



     The two girls returned to the dining room.  Alex had

returned to his seat and was waiting patiently.  "Is she ready?"

he said as he looked at Susan.



     Susan looked at Alex and said, "She's ready, but we'll have to

open her before we measure her sex.  She's never been

penetrated at all.  I may need your help."



     "Sure, no problem.  Ready Ally?"  said Alex.



     "Ready,"   said Ally with a big smile.



     "Wonderful,"  said Alex.  Alex rose. At that point Felix opened

the double doors and exited.  "Felix will prevent anyone from

disturbing us.  Come with me.  You can leave your handbag

here,"   Susan said.  Susan took Ally's hand gently and led her to

Alex.  As the two girls approached, Alex turned to ward the

single door in the corner.  He reached into his pocket and

pulled out a key. He opened the door. They all stepped inside.

Alex reached for a light switch beside the door and Ally realized

that this actually was a large walk in type of  supply closet.

Several shelves of office supplies lined the otherwise

unexceptional walls. Susan then closed the door.  Alex walked

to the rear of the closet and pulled out another key but there

was no keyhole visible that Ally could see.  Then Alex pressed

his fingers against the trim of one of  the cabinets and slid it to

the side to reveal a small keyhole.  He inserted the key and

turned it.  A distinct click could be heard and the entire cabinet

and wall section moved ever so slightly.  Alex returned the key

to his pocket and slid back the molding into its original

position.  Then Alex opened the hidden door fully.  Behind it

was a stairway leading down and back toward and under the

dining room.  Alex flicked another switch and lights illuminated

the way down.  Susan let Ally down as Alex closed the door

behind them.  Susan felt Ally's breathing quicken and she told

her to try and relax.  When they reached the bottom of the stairs

Susan reached for a switch on her left.  Several overhead lights

came on revealing the workshop where Ally would be measured.



     The workshop was  about fifty feet long by thirty feet wide.

The walls were all lined with wood paneling and several

harnesses, paddles, whips, and  other 'tools', some of which Ally

was sure would be used on her. Toward the rear and off to the

left was an archway that led into darkness.  Along  the wall next

to the archway were  two leather office chairs, a table, and two

more leather chairs.  But dominating the room were three

tables in the center of the room.  All three were lightly padded

and upholstered in black leather.  The center table was the

largest, easily capable of holding a person.  The sides of the

table were enclosed in cherry veneer and had several drawers

in it.  At the end of the large table there was a similarly padded

shelf that protruded from the end of the table and was

supported by some sort of bracket from underneath.  There

were three or four straps hanging from the edge of this small

platform.  Ally surmised that this was to hold a person's head.

Additional straps hung from the main part of the table as well.

Plus there were several eye hooks at various places around the

table.  The two other tables were shorter and didn't have the

head support.  They still had the hooks however  The table to

the right had two steel columns three inches in diameter at the

end  that stood about six feet high and a third steel column at

the center on the opposite end of the table.. Near the top were

one inch  diameter silver colored rings and about half way up

were two eye hooks.  The sides of this table also was lined with

cherry veneer and had a cabinet instead of drawers with two

doors decorated with brass knobs.  The table to the left was of

similar length as the table on the right with, again, various

straps and eye hooks. This table had no columns however.

There were pipes and hoses around the sides and the underside

of the table appeared to have a large bowl shaped object about a

foot deep and as wide as the table just under the table proper.

A four inch wide pipe extended from the bowl to the floor

through a shelf about six inches from the bottom of the steel

legs that supported the whole thing.



     Susan led Ally to one of the chairs on the far wall.  Alex

followed them.



     Alex spoke.  "Ally, I need for you to remove all your jewelry

first and place it neatly on the table here."  Ally looked at Alex

then went to work removing her earrings, rings and the gold

chain around her neck.  She neatly placed them on the table.

"Now remove your skirt please,"   Alex ordered.  Ally felt a

twinge of fear, which she quickly subdued.  Ally sat and began

to slip off her heels to make it easier to remove the skirt but

then Alex spoke.  "No, Ally, only remove the items I tell you."

She replaced the one shoe she had just slipped off and then

reached for the band around the skirt. She undid the catch and

slipped off the skirt.  At that point the blouse she was wearing

fell down to cover her below the waist.  She gently tossed the

skirt  onto the table.  Alex again had to correct her.  "Please pick

the skirt back up, fold it neatly and put it back on the table.  I

want you to be careful with each item I tell you to remove.  Fold

each piece of clothing neatly and lay it on the table.  Also do not

pile any piece of clothing on top of another.  Now remove your

blouse."  Ally unbuttoned the last couple buttons and removed

the blouse.  She held it by the collar and carefully brushed out

all the wrinkles.  Then she folded the blouse in half along it's

length and laid it carefully on the table.  She realized that the

clothes laid out on the table had taken up all the tabletop and

she realized that she was going to have to remove the remaining

clothes,  she rearranged the clothes to make more room. Alex

complemented her on her initiative.  "Good, Ally."  Alex stepped

back a step and took in the beautiful girl revealed to him now.

On a scale of one to ten she was a fifty.  "Ally, your are a very

lovely lady,"   said Alex. "Thank you,"  said Ally in a small

whisper.  Alex heard the nervousness in her voice.  "Are you OK,

Ally?  Are you sure you want to go on?"  asked Alex.  "Uh huh,

I'm just a little nervous,"   Ally said.  "That's perfectly normal.

Now I need for you to remove your garter belt, panties, and bra

and place them on the table neatly."  She unfastened the garter

belt from her stockings and placed it on the table, carefully

folding the straps on top of the lace.  Then she pulled down the

panties and slipped them over the heels. During this she caught

the panties on the heel of the shoe due to her nervousness, but

she got them off without tearing them nonetheless.  Then she

reached behind her to undo the catch to her bra.  But her

fingers were sweaty and shaking.  She was having a difficult

time of it when Susan came up behind her.  "Here honey, I'll get

it,"  said Susan.  A "Thank you" escaped from Ally's lips as the

catch was released.  Ally removed the bra revealing the two

most perfectly rounded breasts that Alex had ever seen.  Ally

placed the bra, her last shield from prying eyes on the table.

She started to raise her hands to her breasts but Susan grabbed

her wrists from behind and told her to keep her hands at her

side.  Ally relaxed and let her hands drop to her side.



     "Very nice Ally. Now you may remove your heels and

stockings,"  said Alex.  She did so and placed the stockings on

the table and the shoes on the floor.  Alex then told her to put

the shoes on the table as well.  She did so setting them neatly

next to each other.  "Now, come with me,"  said Alex.



     Ally was led to the center table.  "Susan, she's all yours," Alex

said.



     "Thank you sir.  Ally, sit on the edge of this table please

facing me,"  Susan said as she patted the center table.  Susan

then pulled open the top left drawer and took out a strange

device.  It was a pair of  manacles that were joined by a three

inch wide piece of steel that left about six inches between the

each wrist.  The manacles were designed similar to a handcuff

in the fact that they could be tightened to any size wrist. The

steel was very thick,  perhaps half an inch thick.  In the center

of the steel piece was a hole with a locking ring attached to it.

"Ally, hold out your hands in front of you, palms facing each

other,"   Susan said.  Ally did as she was told.  Susan put the

device on each wrist and closed the cuffs.  Ally started to shake.

"Are you still OK,  Ally?  Should we proceed?"  Susan asked.  Ally

nodded.  "I'm OK.", Ally said and even managed to break out a

smile.



     Alex in the mean time was beginning to get hard.  Bondage

for him was the ultimate rush.  In fact many times he didn't

even care about having sex as long as he could control someone.

This he had found out over the years was his biggest flaw.  But

he accepted this and would exercise proper control when the

time was right.  But now all he wanted to do was enjoy the

scene before him.  He rubbed himself a bit then went to the far

side of the table.  When he reached the opposite side Susan

spoke.



     "Now Ally, swing your feet up and lie down on your back.

Allow us to properly position you."  Ally swung her feet up then

laid back.  Susan and Alex helped pull her to the head of the

table so her head rested on the small extension table.



     Alex, having touched the soft skin of Ally's back when he

helped her lie down was really getting warm.  Susan reached for

Ally's bound wrists when Alex stopped her.  He looked at Susan

and smiled.  "I want to do this.  I haven't done one in quite a

while.  Whatta ya say?"



     "Sure, your the boss.... Boss,"  Susan said.



     At that point Alex grabbed a handful of Susan's hair with his

right hand, pulled her to him and planted a big kiss on her

luscious red lips.  Then he looked down at Ally and smiled.  He

grabbed Ally's bound wrists and pulled them up and behind her

head.  He then pushed the steel plate onto a protruding steel

rod about one inch in diameter that had a quarter inch wide

groove cut into it.  When he pushed the manacles onto the rod a

click was heard as the locking ring took hold.  Ally's hands were

firmly attached to the head rest.



	Alex then looked into Ally's eyes and smoothed her hair.

He could see she was scared but she could talk freely and ask to

leave if she wanted to .  She remained silent.  "Listen to me Ally.

In a moment we are going to begin fitting your mouth.  When

we do , of course, you won't be able to talk.  As I said before, if

you want, you can end this right up until Midnight on the day of

your voyage.  We must give you a way of telling us that you

want to stop.  So we'll use what we call an SOS signal.  If it gets

too much for you and you want to end it, grunt three times fast

like this.  Ugggh..Ugggh...Ugggh.  Then we'll stop, allow you to

get dressed and take you home.  Otherwise we'll continue.

Understand?"  asked Alex. "Uh huh",  she said. "God I'm so

scared," Ally said.  Alex looked at her and wiped a tear from her

cheek.  "Do you want to stop?"  he asked.  "No,  do it!" she

demanded.  Alex patted Ally on the forehead.  "OK, good,"  Alex

said.



     Alex then took the fingers of his left hand and gently

rested them on Ally's forehead.  As he did so Susan picked up a

small electronic box with a wire running into a plug on the back

of the table and handed it to Alex.  Alex pressed one of the

buttons and watched as the headrest began to tilt down.  Alex

kept light pressure on Ally's forehead as the headrest swung

away.  When he felt her head stop going down he released the

button and press another button and raised the headrest

slightly until her head was just lightly touching.  He played

with the buttons a bit more until he had Ally's head just off the

headrest by a small fraction of an inch.  Then he took one of the

straps and applied it firmly around Ally's forehead pulling her

head into firm contact with the headrest.  Then he buckled a

second strap at her neck. This was a wide strap and he pulled it

down just tight enough so she wouldn't choke.  But with her

head back this far, the strap around her neck pulled down on

the muscles that open and close the mouth.  This forced her

mouth wide open, which was exactly the purpose of the

contraption.  She could only close her mouth with great

difficulty.



     Alex then opened the large center drawer.  He pulled out four

straps which he attached to the eye hooks and buckled.  One

was placed under Ally's armpits and just above her breasts.

One was strapped at her waist, one above her knees and finally

one across her calves.  Ally was now totally helpless.



     Alex then went around to the side of the table and pulled

open the drawer directly underneath where Susan had gotten

the manacles.  This drawer was a bit deeper to hold some of the

larger 'tools' he would need.  He pulled out one of several

phallus holders.  This device was a stainless steel tube about

four inches long.  At one end of the tube were two leather

coated stainless steel bars that protruded from opposite sides of

the tube.  The leather crossed the tube between the bars. If the

device were held by the tube it would look like a 'T'.  A leather

belt was fastened to the leather sheathing of each bar.  Finally

through the center of each bar was a long set screw with a

knurled silver knob about a half inch in diameter that was on

the end.  When the set screws are tightened the screws press on

anything inside the tube.  Etched into the tube just below where

the leather crossed the tube was the number '1.25'. This was the

outside diameter of the metal tube and the leather combined.



     Alex went back to Ally's head and placed the device into her

mouth.  He examined the stretch of her cheek muscles and

determined that this tube was just a bit too small,  He went

back to the drawer and exchanged the device for one that said

'1.5' on it.  He returned to Ally and placed this between her

teeth.  Then he examined her cheek muscles again and like

what he saw.  As the final test he took one of the straps and fed

it under her neck and up the other side.  Then he buckled the

strap and pulled it taunt.  This had the effect of pulling the

device further into Ally's mouth, with the leather coating over

the tube preventing any damage to her teeth and the bars

pressing against her cheeks.  The device was well constructed.

They even thought to put the buckle on the side of the head

because the back of the head wouldn't be accessible on the table

that Ally was strapped to.  Alex then unfastened the buckle and

went to the drawer directly beneath the center drawer where

he had gotten the straps.  Opening it revealed twenty or so

stainless steel phalluses of various sizes each easily a foot long

with a gold colored metal ring mounted on the very end.  Each

phallus sat in a labeled slot in the drawer.  Alex grabbed the 1.5

inch phallus and inserted it into the tube base first from the end

that enters the mouth first.  The phallus had a slightly enlarged

head on it of standard design so it could only be installed one

way.  That was why he had removed the device from Ally's

mouth.



     Alex pushed the phallus all the way up so only the head

protruded.  He then went back to Ally and placed the device

back into Ally's mouth.  Alex again fed the strap under her head

and buckled it tight.  Ally gave a little moan due to the fact that

Alex had put a bit more tension on the strap so he could make

sure it was pulled home.  Susan then handed Alex a scribing

tool similar to a pencil.  He palmed it in his left hand then, after

making sure the thumbscrews were loose, began pushing the

phallus into Ally's mouth.  The phallus moved about two and a

half inches when Ally started to gag.  Alex pulled the phallus

back slightly, to allow Ally to recover.  Once she did,  Alex

talked to her.  "I want to mark the point where you begin to gag

Ally.  That means I'm going to have to lock the phallus in place

when you start to gag.  Try and breath through your nose and

try to suppress the gagging. OK, here we go. And keep your eyes

open so I know you haven't passed out."



     With that Alex again started feeding the phallus into Ally's

mouth.  He had just moved it a half inch when she started to

gag.  Alex held the phallus in place and tightened both

thumbscrews.  Ally continued to gag but was obviously trying to

stop herself.  She was breathing heavily through her nose.  Alex

took the etching tool and scribed a line on the phallus where it

exited the tube.  After that he checked to see if  Ally was still

conscious.  She was and she had stopped gaging, but only

because she was fighting it.  He loosened the thumb screws and

pulled the phallus all the way back. Then he pushed the phallus

in again to the gag point to see if Ally would gag again when the

phallus reached the mark.  She did and he pulled the phallus

back about a quarter of an inch.  Then he tightened the

thumbscrews again.  Finally he looked down at Ally.  "Ally, now

your fitted properly.  We'll take measurements from the device

and make a one piece unit for you.  Grunt once if you want to

continue."



     "Urrgggh,"  Ally grunted.



     Susan began to undo Ally's bonds when Alex stopped her.

"No, let her rest here and get used to the bit.  I think we both

need a break."



     Alex then took Susan by the hand and headed toward the

archway at the back of the room leaving Ally alone.  As they

started to leave Ally grunted past the gag as loud as she could.

Susan approached Ally and saw tears flowing from her eyes.

"We'll be right back honey.  I think you got our  friend excited.  I

need to go into the back room and take care of him, OK?  You'll

be fine.  Now try and get used to the bit.  You're going to be

wearing one for quite some time when we get on the boat."

Susan patted Ally on the cheek and went to Alex.  They exited

through the archway.  Ally was alone.



     Ally's fears were at their peak  She was alone secured to a

table with a rod shoved into her mouth.  She could feel the rod

pressing against both the base of her tongue and the roof of her

mouth.  The fit was very tight.  She felt like she couldn't go on.

She closed her eyes and thought of her mother.  Her mother

would be ashamed of what she was allowing them to do.  She

had to end this.  It was too much. But how.  "The SOS, I'll use the

SOS," she thought,"Then I'll go home to my apartment and....

And what?  Nothing, empty space, four walls and nothing to do,

no one to care for, no one to love me.  Please forgive me mother.

I love you dearly by I can't turn back. Nothing's worse than

being alone,"  she thought.  Ally's thoughts released her from

her fears.  She finally realized that it wasn't her mother's

strength that she'd been drawing on for all these year.  It was

her own.



     So Ally began to accustom herself to the bit.  She tried a

couple different positions for her tongue and found that the

best position was to just relax the tongue with it pushed as far

forward as possible.  Next she tried to slow her breathing and

think happy thoughts.  She thought about how loving her

captors were each time she showed them her fear.  How they

hugged and caressed her.  Her breathing became slow and

relaxed.  She would be OK.



     Alex and Susan went down the hallway that led from the

archway to a small parlor.  Upon entering the room Alex

grabbed Susan by the hair and kissed her wildly.  "Oh boy, what

a rush!"  Alex said between labored breaths.  Susan, do me now

before I make a mess. OH, GOD!!!"   Alex led Susan to the couch

where he plopped himself on his back.  He hurriedly unbuckled

his pants as Susan practically leapt at his organ.  She firmly

planted it into her mouth, sucking and massaging it with her

lips.  She had hardly gotten her lips around when Alex let loose.

It was a big one and Susan did all she could to swallow.

Afterwards it started to go limp so she worked at his member

harder, licking and caressing, cleaning it from top to bottom.

After what seemed an eternity of pleasure, Alex said, "We'd

better get back to our guest.  She must be in an awful state by

now."



     Susan raised her head from his shaft and shook her head.

"No, let her learn to get used to the bit.  It's only been five

minutes by the wall clock.  I think she needs a little time to

relax, to collect her thoughts.  She'll be fine." Alex zipped up his

pants and took Susan in his arms.  "You really know how to do

this, don't you?"  Alex said to Susan who had moved over to a

small sink to wash her mouth out.  "I was the first person

strapped to one of those tables, remember?  I know what she's

going through. She's debating in her mind whether this is what

she really wants.  She's defying her mother's upbringing.  She's

thinking how ashamed her mother would be of her at this

moment.  But she'll realize that she needs the attention she'll

get if she surrenders herself to us.  She just needs a little time."



     "How long do you think she'll need?"  Alex said.



     "Give her another twenty minutes, a half hour total."



     They waited the additional twenty minutes and returned to

Ally.  They found her dozing.  She had gotten so relaxed that she

had actually fallen asleep.



     "Wake up Ally,"  Alex said as he gently patted Ally's cheek.

"Time to move on."



     Ally woke and if she could smile she would have.  Susan and

Alex undid all the straps and released the catch that was

holding her manacles to the headrest.  As Alex released Ally's

hands he warned her not to try and remove the phallus.  It was

to stay on until she was fully measured and fitted.



     Alex and Susan each put a hand under Ally's shoulders and

helped her to a sitting position.  As they were lifting her she

tried to lower her head.  She immediately gagged.  Alex grabbed

Ally's hair and pulled her head back so her neck was straight.

She stopped gagging and returned to normal breathing.  When

she was fully upright Alex warned her,  "You've got to keep your

chin high or you'll gag.  The end of the phallus is practically in

your throat.  When you lower your head you force it in deeper.

That's why we fit you with your head tilted back. Now try and

lower your head gently. If you stick your neck out a bit and pull

back your shoulders it will be more comfortable.  Try it."  Ally

lowered her head until the phallus started to gag her then

quickly raised it. Then she pushed her neck out and pulled back

her shoulders and found she could lower her head a bit more.

Her face was angled so that her chin was about an inch higher

than if her head were level.  Not much but enough to keep her

uncomfortable.  If she relaxed her neck or shoulders she had to

tilt her head back to keep from gagging.  Eventually her body

worked out a set of natural reflexes that allowed her to keep

her head at the right angle while she kept the shoulder and

neck muscles at the proper amount of tension.



     Susan pulled open the right bottom drawer and pulled out a

device similar to those foot measuring tools found in shoe

stores.  She lifted Ally's right leg and measured her foot for

length and width.  It was only then that she realized how large

yet narrow Ally's feet were.  "Eleven B!"  she said to Alex.  She

released Ally's leg and grabbed her left foot.  "This one is just a

hair wider,"  she said after taking the reading.  "We'd better go

with a C width.  A B width would probably be too

uncomfortable,"  said Alex.



     Susan returned the measuring device to the drawer and then

helped Ally off the table.  Ally was then led to the wall on the

left side of the room to a strange device.  It consisted of the heel

end of two shoes made out of metal that were attached to rods

that went into a wide metal platform. The heels were about two

inches above the platform.  The heels had leather ankle straps

on them and a small metal loop on both sides of each heel.

About seven feet up a steel beam extended from the wall and a

heavy chain hung from it with a clip of some sort on the end.

Alex explained that they were now going to measure how high a

heel she could tolerate.  She was then led onto the platform.



     Alex took Ally's hands, still manacled, and pressed the

bracket onto the rod that was similar to the one on the table.

Her arms were almost fully extended slightly below shoulder

height.  Next they placed Ally's feet into the heels and strapped

her in.  Next Alex went to a small table next to the contraption

and took two items that were in fact the toes of a pair of shoes.

They were about two inches long with a metal sole and leather

uppers.  Attached to the sides of these were a pair of elastic

straps.  These toe pieces were fitted onto Ally's feet and the

elastic was pulled and attached to the loops on the sides of the

heels.  They just barely covered her toes.  Ally realized that the

metal pieces were magnetic.  The magnets were not strong

though as she could easily lift her toes off the platform.



     Then Alex took the chain that was hanging from the beam

and fed it through the loop of the phallus.  He tilted Ally's head

back and pulled the chain up.  There was a long spring device

hidden inside the beam that Ally hadn't noticed before.  But she

did now as Alex pulled very hard to compress the spring.  He

continued to pull until the chain reached a metal loop on the

beam.  The chain had been pull about eighteen inches and was

fairly strong



     "This will keep you standing up straight as we check your

heels.  Now Ally, the heels you are strapped into are attached to

pistons inside the platform.  The toes you are wearing, as you

have already noticed, are magnetic.  The platform has sensors

in it which will tell us how high the heels are and whether

either of your toes have been pulled off the platform.",  Alex

explained.  "All you need to do is try and keep from lifting your

toes.  Grunt once for me if you understand".



     "Urrrgggh,"  Ally grunted.



     "Good, then here we go,"   Alex said.  Alex flicked a switch on

a control panel mounted to the right of the platform and several

digital displays and lights lit up.  The displays went through

some random displays and the lights blinked on and off.  The

device was actually calibrating and testing itself. After ten

seconds or so the lights and displays steadied.  The panel

consisted of two large led displays mounted side by side

showing the height of each heel.  Both displays read '2.00'.

Directly above each display were two lights, one red and one

green.  Under the lights was a small sign that read 'Contact'.

The green lights above each display were lit.  Under each

display was a rocker switch, one marked 'Left' and the other

marked 'Right'.  Between these switches was a third switch

marked 'Both'.



     "OK Ally, I'm going to raise your heels.  Try and keep your

toes on the platform,"   Alex said.  He then pushed the top part of

the switch marked 'Both' and Ally's heels began to rise. As her

heels began to rise, Ally was expecting the tension to ease on

the chain attached to the phallus.  But then she realized that

the beam was moving upward at the same rate as her heels. Ally

was pulled upright as her heels were lifted. Alex didn't look at

Ally though.  He kept his attention focused on the displays and

the contact lights.  When the displays each read '7.00'  the left

contact light went out and the red light came on.  He released

the button and the green light came back on as Ally wiggled her

left heel slightly and was able to stretch her toe back to the

platform. Susan then bent down and examined Ally's feet.  She

readjusted the ankle straps so they wouldn't cut into Ally's feet

so bad.  Then she turned a wing nut on the rear of each heel and

this tipped the heel forward slightly.  Ally's toes were now much

more easily planted on the platform.



     "How's she doing?"  Alex asked Susan.



     "She's fine.  I've tipped the heels forward about five degrees.

I can go another ten if we need to. Lift her up to eight,"  said

Susan.



     Alex pressed the button again and Ally's heels rose again.

"Eight!"  Alex said.  Alex looked at the lights. Both sets of lights

were switching from red to green and back again as Ally

strained to  keep her toes planted.  Susan, seeing this gave the

wing nuts another turn or two and Ally's heel shifted forward

again.  "That's fifteen degrees.  I can't tilt her heels any farther

forward without risking damage.  Try eight and a half.  I think

we'll lose contact before we get there though,"  Susan said as she

looked up from her kneeling position.  Alex hit the up button

one more time the displays inched upward.  As he approached

8.3 inches he started jogging the switch and releasing it.  The

contact lights stayed green.  '8.4', still green.  '8.5'  still green.

No wait. The lights started to flicker.  "That's as high as she can

go,"   Alex said to Susan.  Susan nodded.



     "Do we have any size 11-C with an 8.5 heel?"   Alex asked

Susan.



     "I'm not sure we have an 11-C at all.  Let me go back and

check," said Susan.  Susan disappeared through the archway

leaving Ally with Alex.  "You're doing fine honey.  Just try and

relax as best as you can."  Alex then petted Ally's hair.  Ally set

out a sigh through the gag.



     Susan returned after a short time with two shoe boxes.  "I

found two pair of 11-C's.  But the highest heel we have is a 7.5;

the other is a 6.0," she said.



     "7.5 is fine.  What color are the 6.0's by the way?", asked Alex.



     "Wait, let me look. Pink,"  Susan replied.



     "Great.  Are they locking or free?", asked Alex.



     "Both sets are locking.   Remember, we have to put in a

special order for some 8.5's.  We don't stock them on the island.

I've never seen anyone with such supple ankles.  Wait, didn't

her sheet say her hobby is ballet?  That's why!  All those toe lifts

have loosened up her ankle muscles,"  said Susan.



     "Yea, your probably right.  Anyway, let's take her down and

try on the 7.5's.  We can save the 6.0's for the voyage.  You just

saved her a trip to the shoe store."  With that Alex pressed the

down button and Ally's heels dropped to their original position.

Alex reached up and released the chain while Susan placed her

hand on the neck of Ally to help prevent her from dropping her

chin too much.  When Ally regained control of her neck muscles

and could keep her chin up, Susan took her hand away.  Alex

bent down then and removed the toe pieces and released the

ankle straps.  Ally heels were on solid ground again.  Finally

Alex released the catch that held Ally's manacles to the wall.



     Ally was led over to the chairs by her clothes once more and

was seated.  Susan opened the box that held the 7.5 inch heels

and took one out.  It was black with a huge heel on it.  The ankle

strap had a catch on it and fit into a small lock.  When the strap

was put on, Ally wouldn't be able to remove them without a key.

Susan found the key attached to a long chain in the box.  She

took the key and put the chain around her own neck. On the

back of the shoe was a loop of leather which held a small metal

ring.  .Susan took Ally's feet and put the 7.5 inch heels on her.

The ankle straps slipped into their latch with a distinct click.



     All this time Alex was sitting next to Ally, holding her head

high by the ring on her phallus.  At the same time he petted her

hair gently.  When Susan was done Alex, pulled on the phallus

and lifted Ally by it.  Ally groaned.  Then, when Ally had gained

her balance, Alex released her.  She could barely stand on the

heels and they hurt too.  She shifted her weight from leg to leg

and eventually she got used to the heels to some degree.  "Walk

around a bit, honey," Susan said.  Ally took a few steps and

almost stumbled.  Then she slowed her pace and began to get a

feel for the heels.  She walked to the far end of the room and

back.  "Very good Ally, but now I want your to lift your knees

very high and march once to the far wall and back again.  I'll be

right beside you."  Ally turned to face the far wall and began to

march.  Susan was next to her the entire time ready to catch her

but Ally had no trouble marching.



     "You're doing lovely sweetheart.  Now I want every step you

take to be with your knees lifted high.  I want you to march

everywhere you go, understand?  Grunt once if you do,"

demanded Susan.  "Arrggh,"  grunted Ally.



     "Good, now march around the room.  Keep going until we tell

you to stop,"  commanded Susan.  Ally started marching.  Susan

and Alex had taken seats next to each other in the mean time.

Ally marched on, keeping her head high and lifting her knees.

As she marched she allowed her mind to empty.  No fear, no

anxiety, just the knowledge that these two people were going to

show her the way to peace of mind and happiness.  She marched

on, knowing she was pleasing these people who would become

her owners and that made her happy.



     After two laps around the room Susan and Alex told her to

stop.  Ally was then led to the table with the columns.  Alex

grabbed Ally under the arms and lifted her onto the table

between the two columns.  The table was slightly convex and as

Alex laid her down, her back was arched.  The area near her

shoulders curved away even sharper.  Again Ally's head was

tilted back but not as far an on the large table.  A chain was

attached to the ring on the phallus and Ally's head was pulled

back.  The chain was attached to the post above her head.  Then

Alex opened up the cabinet under the table and took out a small

rod with two chains attached to it.  The rod was plugged into

the hole in Ally's manacles.  The two chains were then threaded

through the upper rings on the posts at Ally's hips, pulled

down and hooked into the eye hooks.  Ally's arms were pulled

forward and up while her head was held back by the chain on

the phallus.  Next, Alex went into the cabinet again and took out

two more chains.  These he attached to the rings on the back of

Ally's heels.  He threaded these as well through the rings at the

top of the columns and attached them to the same eye hooks.

Now Ally was spread eagle.  Finally Alex took out two belts that

he attached to rings on either side of the table and applied one

belt just under Ally's arms and another just above her hips..

Alex closed the cabinet then and said to Susan,  "You've got to

do this one.  I'd be too rough."



     Without saying another word Susan put her finger in

between Ally's legs and felt her insides.  "Dry!"  she exclaimed.

We'll need to help her a bit.  Susan went over to the large table

and opened the drawer with the phalluses.  She took out a one

inch, foot long phallus.  Then she went to the larger drawer on

the left that had held the phallus holder and retrieved a 'D'

shaped handle.  Susan twisted the ring on the phallus and

removed it.  Then she inserted the phallus into the handle and

twisted it.  A bolt inside the handle took hold and the handle

was threaded onto the phallus.  Finally Susan opened the

bottom center drawer.  This contained many different types of

lubricants and creams.  Susan took a jar marked 'MS' on the lid

and closed the drawer.



     Susan walked back and took a position between Ally's legs.

"Your gonna use 'MS' on her, huh.  Good idea.", said Alex.



     "She needs as much lubrication as we can give her.  Even so

it's gonna hurt like hell.", Susan said.



     Alex walked back to Ally and gently caressed her cheeks and

smoothed her hair.  "In a moment Susan's going to apply some

creme between your legs.  You're going to feel a little warmth

followed by an urge to masturbate.  Susan's going to massage

your insides until you do.  Don't hold back anything, OK?  We

need you as wet as possible so when we open you the phallus

will slide better and not injure you,"  Alex explained.  Then he

nodded to Susan.  Susan opened the jar of cream and took a

large dollop in her right hand and with her left hand spread

Ally's nether lips and inserted the cream.  Then she took her

finger and pushed it all the way in and spread the cream

around while massaging her.  Ally immediately went wild,

moaning past the gag and straining against the restraints.

Susan ignored her and took another dollop and repeated the

process.  Ally's moaning became intense.  She bucked and shook

but couldn't come free.  She burned inside horribly.  All of a

sudden she felt a huge urge to masturbate but held it back.

"She's starting to come,"  said Susan.  "Let it go honey.  Just let it

go,"  said Alex.  All at once Ally released her juices and let out a

huge moan past the gag.



     Now she was wet and well lubricated.  Susan then grabbed

the phallus with the D handle and smeared cream on it.

"Ready?  Here we go honey,"  Susan said to Ally.  Susan then

pressed the tip of the phallus into Ally.  It went in about an inch

before Ally started moaning past the gag again.  "It's OK honey,

just try to bear with it. It'll all be over in a minute.  Bite down

on the gag.  It'll help,"  said Alex as he held her head in his

hands.  Ally forced her breathing to slow and bit down on the

gag.  Alex nodded and Susan drove the phallus in deep.  Ally

screamed past the gag.  For some time Ally groaned loudly.

Susan had left the phallus in place and walked up beside Ally.

"Try and relax honey.  It always hurts the first time", said Susan

as she joined Alex in stroking Ally's face.  Ally's tears were

flowing freely now as she felt her insides plugged.  Susan saw

her tears and wiped them away   Eventually she became

accustomed to the feeling inside her and the pain eased.  Ally's

groans and gyrations  all but stopped.  Susan then went to the

cabinet and pulled a device with four rods sticking from it

about six inches long.  Then she pulled out a rubber condom

like device that she inserted over the four rods.  The device was

make out of a heavy but supple rubber like material and it had

a collar at one end. This, Susan attached to the base of the

instrument.  Directly behind the rods was a clock like gauge

and a black knurled knob. The dial read .75 inches.



     "OK, honey,  now I'm going to measure you. Bite down on the

phallus if it hurts,"  said Susan.



     Susan removed the phallus from Ally's sex.  Then she

lubricated the rubber and inserted it.  Ally groaned only

slightly as she bit down.  Now Susan began turning the knob.

The needle on the dial inched upward as the four rods moved

away from each other and stretched the rubber and filled Ally's

sex.  When the dial reached one inch Susan began moving the

whole device around to determine the fit.  Too loose.  She slowly

turned the dial more as Ally started moaning louder.  Her

breathing picked up as well.  When the dial read 1.5 she checked

the fit again.  "That feels about right.  Come here and check."

Alex went over to Ally's bottom and checked for fit.



     "Yea, I like it.  Let's go with an inch and a half,"  said Alex.



     Alex went into the back room and found a gold colored

ornamental plate with a ring on the front.  In the rear of the

plate was a small threaded collar and a flat piece of steel which

was attached to the ring on the front.  Then he got a 1.5 inch

phallus about five inches long.  This phallus was made of a soft

rubber similar to the measuring device covering.  The inside

had a flat keyhole that accepted the steel attached to the ring.

He threaded it onto the plate.  Then he checked the function.

When he pushed in the ring and turned it clockwise the tip of

the phallus expanded and pulled back slightly.  With enough

turns, it would stay in place.



     Alex returned to Ally and Susan removed the measuring

device.  Instead of using the cream they had been,  Alex went

over to the other small table and press a button on a hose.  A

small amount of grease came out of the hose which he applied

directly to the rubber.  He returned to Ally and inserted the new

phallus into her.  She  groaned.  Then Alex pressed the plate

firmly against her sex and began turning the ring. He gave it

one full turn and checked the fit.  Finding it a bit loose, he gave

it another full turn.  Ally groaned again then relaxed.  Alex

checked the fit. It was just right.



     "All done Ally.  Just one more hole to plug.", said Alex.  "We're

going to leave you to rest again before we plug your behind.

Susan and I need to go into the back room again.  I want you to

try and relax and get used to your attachments.  We'll be back

soon."



     Again Ally was left alone, this time now with two opening

plugged.  The shaft in between her legs though was not as bad

as she thought it would be.  In fact the pressure of the device

was actually quite pleasing and her insides welcomed the touch

of the phallus.  Ally felt an urge to masturbate and she wiggled

her bottom a bit and moved her legs as best she could to stop

the urge.  But doing so only made the desire worse.  At last the

urge passed without incident.  At least she still had this small

control over her body.



     In the mean time Susan and Alex had returned to the parlor.

Susan was hot and so was Alex.  Susan practically tackled Alex

as soon as they entered.  Before long they were both naked and

squirming on the floor.  Susan removed her sex plug with a

couple turns of the brass ring .  Then Susan was on top plunging

herself onto Alex's erect cock.  She kissed him madly and he

returned the favor.  After a half hour of enjoying each other's

hot flesh they both stepped into a shower in an adjacent room

to clean up.  Susan applied fresh makeup and got dressed.  Alex

cleaned himself up and also got dressed.



     By the time they had finished, a full hour had passed.  They

returned from their  brief respite to find Ally relaxed and

awake.  "Grunt once if you're ready to get your ass plugged,

Ally,"  said Alex as he stood over her.  "Urggghh,"  Ally grunted

once more.



     "Ally, I need to know.  Do you still remember the SOS signal?

Grunt once,"  asked Alex.



     "Urgggh."



     " Do you remember what it's for, Ally?"  asked Alex



     "Urgggh."



     "Good,"   said Alex.



     Alex and Susan unbuckled Ally from the table and lifted her

up, keeping her head held high and back.  They left the chain

attached to her hands in place. When Ally was again on her feet

Susan took one of the chains and attached it to the ring on

Ally's sex plug.  As Susan started to lead her to the third table

Ally started to take a normal step.  "No Ally, remember?  You

have to march,"  said Susan.  Ally began pumping her knees as

she was led to the  third table by Susan. Susan held the chain

attached to the  ring on Ally's newly installed equipment.  Ally

kept her head high and followed.



     In the mean time Alex removed the two belts from the table

and the two chains that were attached to Ally's heels.  He joined

Ally and Susan at the third table.  First they took Ally's ring on

her sex plug and clipped it to a ring at the back of the table.

Then they pulled and lifted her onto the table and attached the

chains from her manacles to rings at the far end of the table.

Then a small chain was clipped to the ring on Ally's bit and

attached to a ring at the front edge of the table.  Alex and Susan

then attached the straps to the rings on the sides of the table

and buckled Ally down, one belt placed across her shoulder

blades and another crossing at the small of her back.  Then Alex

handed Susan one of the chains that were previously attached

to Ally's shoes and reattached them to Ally's heels.  They pulled

Ally's legs back and to the sides and fastened the chains to eye

hooks on the table.  Ally was now laying on her belly with her

legs spread wide and doubled back.  Ally's ass hung just over

the edge of the table.



     Susan then pressed a button on the side of the table and it

began to move forward, as well as tilting up slightly.  By the

time the table had stopped, Ally was laying at a thirty degree

angle with her back side pointed into the bowl.



     "OK, Ally.  We're going to clean you out,"  said Susan.    Susan

took a hose that had grease under pressure and inserted it well

into Ally's rear.  She pressed the button on the grease gun

several times as she slowly withdrew the hose.  Susan then took

a rubber hose and attached it to a phallus type device she had

retrieved from a cabinet on the wall.  The hose was attached to

a gauge that measured water used.  Susan pressed the button

on the gauge to reset it to zero, and inserted the phallus into

Ally's rear.  She pressed a button on the hose and began to fill

Ally's insides.  When the gauge reached 64 ounces Susan

stopped.  Ally remained still until just before Susan stopped,

when she groaned past the gag.  Susan let the water set inside

Ally for about five minutes before removing the phallus.  When

she did Ally's bowels emptied.  Susan examined the color of the

water, and seeing it was still tinted brown, repeated the entire

process, first greasing her then filling her with another two

quarts of water.  When she removed the phallus this time the

water was clear.



     While all this was going on,  Alex had returned to the table

with the pillars and retrieved the measuring device.  Alex took

it to the sink and removed the rubber shield, and washed the

entire unit with soap and water.  He dried it thoroughly and

went back to the cabinet where he picked up a fresh rubber

cover, which he installed on the device.



     "Is she ready?"  he asked Susan as he approached.



     "Yup, all cleaned out," said Susan.



     Susan inserted the grease hose into Ally's anus one last time

pushing it in at least six inches and began pumping grease into

Ally.  Then Susan applied a bit of grease to the measuring

device as Alex held it.  Alex then pressed it into Ally's rear

slowly.  Ally moaned slightly.  The Alex began to turn the knob

slowly.  He stopped at one inch.  "She's tight.  Feel this,"  he said

to Susan.  Susan took the device and tried wiggling it.  "Your

right, sir, but I think we can go to an inch and a quarter if we

let this sit inside her for a few minutes.  Let me go and get a 1.25

and by the time I get back she should be able to handle it. What

do you think?"  said Susan.



     "Good idea.  Go ahead,"  said Alex.



     Susan disappeared through the archway and headed for the

storeroom.  Alex was left with Ally and kept a hand on the

device while gently applying pressure to the  knob.  The needle

edged upwards to 1.10.  He kept pressure until Susan came back.

She had gotten a 1.25 inch diameter rubber phallus similar to

the one inserted into Ally's sex.  This was attached to an gold

ornamental egg shaped plate with a ring in it as well.  But this

ring was not centered on the egg but was more toward the edge.

This was to make room for a round hole at the opposite edge.

The phallus still protruded from the center of the egg however,

a series of gears inside the egg transferred the ring's turns to it.



     "What's she read now?"  asked Susan.  Alex looked at the

gauge.  "1.20, close enough,"  said Alex.  Alex then released the

pressure from the device and removed it.  He took the grease

hose and applied a bit more grease inside Ally, then greased the

phallus.  He pushed it inside Ally and checked the fit.  "Not bad.

Good work, Susan,"   Alex said.  Then Alex pressed the egg

against Ally's ass and turned the ring while pressing it down at

the same time.  Alex gave it one full turn as before and  checked

the fit.  It wasn't bad but he wanted to be sure,  so he gave it a

half turn.



     "All done Ally.  Your all plugged up.  Grunt if you want to

continue,"  said Alex.



     "Urgggh," was the sound that came from Ally.



     Ally's straps were removed and she was lifted off the table.

"Remember, Ally, march!"  Susan reminded Ally.  Susan picked

up the chain she had used on Ally's sex plug and reattached ti.

Ally was led through the archway to a back room.  She

lifted her knees as she was told, providing Alex a spectacular

view as he followed up the rear.  The room was fairly ordinary

looking except for a chain in the center of the room that

protruded from a hole in the ceiling.  In addition there was a

cabinet against the wall.   Ally was led underneath the chain,

her legs pumping up and down.  Susan pulled out a key and

unlocked one of Ally's wrists.  She then pulled her arms behind

her back and reattached the manacle.  Then Susan went to the

cabinet and pulled out a rod with a short chain for Ally's

manacles.  She attached the rod to the manacles as before and

clipped the other end to the phallus ring at her rear.  This not

only pinned her hands behind her but also prevented her

leaning forward at the hips , with the tension that Susan

applied to the manacles.  Alex went to the  cabinet against the

wall and pulled out a pair of four foot long gold chains and two

nipple clamps.  The nipple clamps were attached to Ally.  Then

the chains were attached to the clamps, fed up through the loop

in the chain running into the ceiling and brought down and

attached to the ring on Ally's bit.  Susan stood by Ally as Alex

went to a wall switch and pressed it.  The chain began to rise

into the ceiling, pulling both on Ally's nipples and her bit.  Ally

could relieve the strain on her nipples only by lifting her head

higher.  When Ally could no longer fully release the tension on

her nipples by raising her head, Susan signaled Alex to

stop.



     "Susan, go ahead and measure her for her harnesses and

equipment.  I'm going into the parlor to take a nap.  Wake me

when your done,"  said Alex.



     Susan immediately began taking measurements and writing

them down on a preprinted pad.  These measurements not only

included the normal measurements such as bust size, inseam,

glove size, etc...,  but also included such things as distance form

crotch to chin,  distance from knees to heel, distance from ears

to shoulders and many measurements of the head as well.

Susan took well over an hour as Ally hung, trying to endure the

pain.  Finally, Susan went to the wall and lowered the chain.  As

the chain lowered Ally kept her chin high and let the chains to

the clamps go limp.  She wanted to show Susan that she wanted

to please her.



     "How wonderful, Ally!  You're actually trying to please me

aren't you?  Grunt once," said Susan.



     "Arrgggh."



     "Good, now let's try something to make you more

entertaining."



     First Susan retrieved from the closet a tan colored horse tail.

She held it up to  Ally's hair and checked it for color.  It was just

right.  She then went behind Ally and plugged into the hole in

the egg. A half turn secured it.  Susan then detached the chain

from the bit and pulled them from the chain in the ceiling.  She

then fed them through the ring mounted at Ally's crotch and

reattached them to the back of Ally's heels.  She attached the

right breast to the left foot and vice versa.  Enough tension was

applied to just pull on her breasts slightly.  Susan then attached

the chain to Ally's sex ring and pulled.  "March Ally,"  Susan

demanded.  As Ally marched her feet first released then pulled

on her nipples making her breasts bounce.  "Good Ally.  Now

follow me."



     Ally followed Susan, lifting each leg high.  Every time her

foot hit the ground the chain pulled on her opposite nipple.  At

the same time Ally showed Susan how much she wanted to

please her by keeping her head raised as high as possible.  The

tail brushed Ally's legs as she marched giving her a sense of

embarrassment, as if  she was some sort of beast of burden.

Susan led Ally down the hall to the parlor.



     Alex was sound asleep on the couch when the two girls

entered.  "Stay here Ally,"  Susan whispered.  Susan crept up to

Alex and noticed a bulge in his pants.  She gently and stealthily

unfastened Alex pants and released his cock.  She plunged down

on it with her mouth and fulfilled his needs.  He awoke as she

was just finishing.  "Ahh... wonderful!"  said Alex.  Susan

continued until Alex was satisfied, then went to the sink and

washed her mouth out.



     "Look at her Susan!  She's learned to keep her head high in

tribute.  How wonderful!"  exclaimed Alex.  "And I see you've

done the heel and breast trick on her too. And the tail is lovely.

Let's take her to the track and march her."  "Good idea,"  said

Susan. "But first I want to freshen up."



     Alex approached Ally, still standing with her head held high.

"You are simply lovely, my dear.  I really like the way Susan has

decorated you.  Would you like to march for me?"  asked Alex.

Before he could tell her to grunt if she would, Ally took the

initiative and grunted herself.   "Arrrrghhh,"  came from Ally's

mouth.



     Alex kissed her on the cheek and began petting Ally's hair.  "I

do believe I am falling in love with you my dear.  If you change

your mind and don't go to the island it will surely break my

heart,"  said Alex as he pressed his body against her and ran his

hands through Ally's hair.  Ally thought to herself, "Not as much

as it would break mine."



     Susan returned after fixing herself up.  Twice already she

had to redo her makeup,  but she didn't really mind.  After all,

she was having a fantastic time fixing up Ally.  She was a dream

come true.  Susan would not admit that she was sexually

attracted to Ally.  She wasn't exactly against lesbian activity

but partaking in such events was not her preference. She loved

to torment the female slaves.  She really didn't know why.  She

didn't hate them at all, in fact she loved them with all her heart.

But she didn't love them as a sexual partner.  Her love was more

like that of a woman to her pet.  Ally was her pet, so to speak.  If

she left, Susan would be heartbroken,  just as if she had lost her

favorite dog or cat.



     Susan approached Ally and noticed that her knees were bent

slightly, taking the pressure off the chains going to her nipples.

She grabbed the ring on Ally's bit and pulled her up straight.

The chains tightened and began to stretch Ally's breasts.  "Stand

up straight, Ally,"  corrected Susan.  "I made the chains tight

intentionally to show off your lovely breasts.  Don't disappoint

me and let them go slack."  Ally straightened her knees and felt

the pressure on her nipples increase.  Susan released the ring.

"Very good dear.  Now follow me and keep those knees high,"

Susan said as she grabbed the chain still attached to the ring as

Ally's sex.



     Ally started to follow Susan lifting her knees high.  Susan

began to pull the chain and after a half dozed steps or so

noticed something.  She didn't look at Ally but looked straight

ahead and was listening for Ally's heels.  The steps sounded

much softer than she expected.  She turned around and

watched Ally as she led her onward and noticed that while Ally

was lifting her knees high she was setting her feet down gently,

often not even letting the heels touch the floor.  Susan stopped

to correct her.  "No Ally,  your marching all wrong!  You're not

planting your feet firmly with each step.  Now march in place

and plant your feet with each step.  I want to hear your heels

click loudly.  That will make your breasts bounce beautifully as

your heels make that lovely sound,"  said Susan.



     Ally began marching in place with her head high, again

lifting her knees high.  But now she also planted each foot

firmly with each step.  The chains made her breasts bounce

tremendously,  sending a shooting pain into each nipple with

each step.  "Much better,"   said Susan.  Susan turned around

and pulled the chain, leading Ally onward.



     Ally was led down the hallway and down a ramp to a room

about forty feet on a side.  It had a large entrance perhaps ten

feet wide. All walls were covered with mirrors, except where the

entrance was, of course.  Along the top of the walls were more

mirrors that were tilted down at an angle.   The ceiling was

quite high to allow for the two sets of mirrors.  It was also

covered with mirrors with lights spaced  at regular intervals to

illuminate the area.   Sitting in front of the entrance was a small

bleachers perhaps eight feet wide and with five levels.  Ally was

led around the bleachers to the main floor area.  The main floor

consisted of a maple planks, in the style of a good dance floor.

There were four metal posts, six inches in diameter and about

five feet tall,  placed about six feet from the corner of each

room.  On the top of each post was a red light which after Alex

had turned a knob at the entrance began to blink in unison.  On

the floor was a wide white line describing a figure eight pattern

around the posts.



     As Ally was led into the room she saw herself in the mirror.

At first she thought what she saw was obscene.  Then she

realized how wonderful she felt in the care of Alex and Susan.

She examined the reflection again in a new frame of mind.  She

actually liked what she saw, the touch of gold at her breasts and

sex was quite lovely.  But the heels she saw by looking in the

angled mirrors really turned her on.  She still couldn't

understand how anyone could walk in those things but here she

was not only walking but marching!  Then she saw her breasts

bounce as she walked.  Susan was right.  The were much more

beautiful when they were pulled and released.  She redoubled

her efforts to lift her knees and plant her feet firmly to make

them bounce even more so.



     Susan led Ally to the left post closest to the bleachers and

faced her toward the rear wall.  She signaled Ally to stop.

Susan took the chain off Ally's sex.  "Ally, see the lines in the

floor?"  asked  Susan.  "Arrgggh,"  grunted Ally.  "I want you to

march around the room just as you have been doing before.

Follow the line in the floor.  You'll have to look at yourself

through the ceiling mirror because you won't be able to see

with your head lifted so high.  Just keep marching around the

posts in a figure eight pattern.  The red lights on the posts are

pace lights.  I want you to take one step every time the light

blinks.  We've set the lights at a slow but steady pace.  You

should be able to keep up with no problem.  Remember to keep

your head high,  lift your knees, and plant your heels so I can

hear that lovely clicking sound.  Go on Ally."



     Ally began to march to the rhythmic blinking of the red

lights.  She became one with the lights as she marched around

the posts.  She did exactly as she was told trying as best as she

could to please Susan and Alex.  She felt wonderful.  She felt

free of her pains, both the emotional one of losing her mother

and sister, and the pain caused by the pulling of the clips

attached to her nipples.  Instead of the phalluses merely filling

her, they now excited her.  She felt them press the insides of her

mouth, anus, and especially her sex and she began to sweat. The

excitement continued to build until she started groaning.  Her

insides were ready to explode with a huge orgasm.  All at once

she let it go.  "Arrrgggh,"  she said as she continued to march.  A

small line of fluid began to leak down her leg past the gold plate

covering her sex.  But she marched on. She thought that would

be the end of it but after just one more lap the urge built again.

The last orgasm along with the marching drained her will and

she simply let it go.  "Arrgggh,"  she groaned again.  Another

trickle was released.  But she continued to march on.  Every two

or three laps, certainly no more than five laps, she had another

orgasm.  She was in heaven.  She never had a feeling as

wonderful as this.  Alex and Susan had brought her to this point

of extreme joy.  She was so grateful she forced herself to march

onward,  stretching her neck even higher and clicking her heels

in even greater tribute.



     In the mean time Alex and Susan went over to the bleachers

and took a seat on the second row of planks.  They watched Ally

carefully, looking for any flaws in her form.  There were none.

After about three laps Alex and Susan heard Ally's groan as she

had her first orgasm.  "What was that for?"   Alex asked Susan.

"She's very happy,"  said Susan as she smiled widely and

winked.  "Way to go Ally!"  he yelled as he smiled.



     They allowed Ally to march for about thirty laps, during

which they counted six orgasms that they could detect.

Actually she had seven.  This one came as she was stopped and

led to the bleachers to rest.  They didn't let her sit however,  the

egg shaped device protruding out of her behind.  Instead they

bent her over the bleachers at the end of one of the planks.

When she had caught her breath they lifted her up and led her

back to the main workshop to the table where her clothes were.

"All done Ally.  You pass the test,"  said Alex.



     Susan first removed the chains from Ally's nipples and pulled

them out of the ring at her sex.  Then she detached them from

her heels.  Susan removed the clips from Ally's nipples as well.

Next she took out a key and removed Ally's manacles.  Her

hands were completely free at last once more.  Susan then

unbuckled Ally's bit and removed the phallus from her mouth.

Ally took a deep breath.  "Keep your chin up sweetheart.  I'm not

done with you yet,"   said Susan.  Ally lifted her head back up.

Her jaw was sore.  Susan went behind Ally and turned the ring

counterclockwise and loosened the phallus.  She removed the

phallus with a slow easy motion.  Ally groaned,  "Ohhhhh!!!"

She now felt empty like her anus needed to be filled.  She almost

asked Susan to put it back in but changed her mind.  Susan did

the same to the ring in the front and removed the phallus from

Ally's sex.  This was just as wonderful but Ally maintained

control.  Finally Susan sat Ally down and removed her black

seven and a half inch heels with the key she still had.  She

placed the key in one of the shoes.  Ally was finally free of her

bonds.



     "You can lower your head now sweetheart.  You're no longer

under our control.  Let me take you to the back room where you

can get in the whirlpool and work all those little pains out of

you. Then you can put on some fresh makeup.  I'll bring your

clothes in later,"  said Susan.  Susan led Ally into the back

bathroom where there was a large black marble whirlpool

bathtub with gold fixtures.  Susan showed her where all the

items were such as soap, towels, and wash cloths.  She turned

on the water and made it a bit warmer than normal.  She called

Ally over and told her to adjust it to her taste.  She said it was

fine.  After the water was about half way up the tub,  Susan

added some perfumed bath oil and helped Ally get in.  She

placed the shampoo, soap, towels, and wash rag within easy

reach of Ally; she showed her how to operate the whirlpool with

the touch of just a few buttons.  It's about nine thirty now.  Try

and stay in the water for at least twenty minutes and let the jets

relax you.  I'll get your clothes and jewelry in the meantime,"

said Susan just before she left.

	

     The whirlpool felt wonderful.  She played with the jets and

let the warm water play all over her body.  Her nipples were

quite sore and she gently massaged them while holding them

under the water until the pain was eased.  Then she soaped her

whole body reveling in the feeling of the soft rag in combination

with the jets of water rushing over her.  She grabbed the spray

nozzle and wet her hair.  Then she applied shampoo and

massaged her scalp.  Instead of using the spray nozzle to rinse

her hair she laid back, took a deep breath and dunked her head

under the water.  She stayed like this for a few seconds and

allowed the jets to massage her head, especially around her

neck and jaw which were particularly stiff from holding her

head high.  When she came up for air Susan was just entering

the room with her clothes, but not the same ones she had on

when she first came to this place.  "When your finished, put

these on.  Makeup is over there, also a hair dryer, comb, brush

and anything else you need.  Feel free to use anything you

want,"  Susan said as she pointed to a table with several

cosmetic items.  "Make yourself up like before and be careful to

avoid making the lipstick make your lips look too thick.  That

isn't attractive."  Then meet Alex and me in the parlor directly

across the hall." As Susan was about to walk out,  Ally noticed

that the clothes brought to her were different.  "Those aren't my

clothes!"   Ally said before Susan could get away.  "A gift from

Alex,  their yours now.  The shoes are the ones you came in with

as well as the stocking, and underwear.   Only the dress and

jewelry are new.  I know you'll like them."  Then Susan walked

out.



     Ally allowed the water to refresh her tired muscles for

another fifteen minutes before getting out of the tub.  She dried

herself with the towels, picked up the blow dryer and brushed

out her hair as she blew the dampness from her hair.  Then she

put on her panties, bra, and garter belt.  Then she slipped her

stockings over her long slender legs and clipped them to the

garter belt.  She decided to leave her shoes off until last since

her feet were still a bit sore.  She decided to apply the makeup

next.  She worked on her eyes first,  applying a little eye color to

darken her eyes.  Then she applied the mascara,  a bit heavier

than she normally would, taking a cue from when Susan made

her up in the powder room.  Then she applied the lip color.  She

used a brush to apply the color to her lips,  finding it easier to

control.  She used what she had learned from Susan again as

she kept her lip size as thin as she could.  "Hmm... not bad,"  she

thought.  She was not just 'not bad', she was beautiful,  perhaps

more beautiful than when she had first come into the

restaurant.  Finally she applied a bit of rouge to her cheeks to

give them a bit of color.



     Ally went over to the dress that was brought her.  As she

lifted it she saw a foot square black cardboard box and a wide

black belt on top.  Ally examined the dress.  It was a black dress

of fine cotton and was low cut.  She slipped it on.  It fit

perfectly.  The neckline came down to just below her breasts

revealing just enough to tease.  "How did they know my size?"

she thought.  Anyway, she wrapped the belt around her waist

and buckled it.



     From the moment Ally saw the black box she was curious.

Forcing  herself to delay opening the box only made Ally's

desire to see what was inside that much greater.  Ally put her

hands on the side of the box and lifted the lid.  "Oh my God!"

she exclaimed as she was dazzled by a pair of diamond studded

pendant earrings, a diamond choker,   and a diamond bracelet.

Also in the box was a watch with a slim diamond studded wrist

band.  She picked up the watch and turned it over.  On the back

was the word "ROLEX".  She smiled like she was a child who had

just received a million dollars worth of Christmas presents.

First she put on the earrings then quickly walked over to the

mirror.  They dangled from her ears like little diamond tear

drops.  She adored them.  Then she put the bracelet and the

watch on.  She put the choker on and walked over to the mirror

to look at herself.   She was so happy she almost started to shed

a tear.  She held it back after she realized all the work she put

into her makeup.  Then she went and put on her heels.

Somehow the five inch heels didn't make her feel as sexy as the

seven and a half ones did.  But they weren't bad either!



     Having finished dressing, Ally went over to the room across

the hall.  Susan and Alex were sitting on the couch,  Alex with

his arm around Susan and Susan with her head on Alex's

shoulder.  Before Ally could say a word,  Alex stood up.  "Ohhhh

my!"  said Alex as he stared at Ally.  The dress, the jewelry, and

Ally herself presented a perfect picture of loveliness.  "You look

fabulous!"  said Alex.



     "Thank you.  I can't accept these. They're too much,"  said

Ally.



     "Nonsense,  you think a few thousand dollars means anything

to me?  Heck, that only leaves me with an even twelve billion.

Wonder if I can even afford cab fair?"   quipped Alex as

he let out a big laugh.



     "Really,  I can't,"   said Ally.



     "I'll tell you what.  You take these home with you and we'll

put them in safe keeping.  If for some reason you leave the

island, and you still feel that way,  I'll take them back, OK?"

offered Alex.



     "OK,  I can only wear them for a week anyway right?"   asked

Ally.



     "Question,  how did you know my size?  This is obviously a

custom dress.  You didn't have time to have this made today

since Susan took my measurements,"   asked Ally.



     "We cheated.   We used the computer database I mentioned

earlier and found that you purchased a dress two months ago.

We just used that size.  If it didn't fit, we would just let you use

your old clothes,"  explained Alex.



     "Oh, that explains it,"   said Ally.



     Just then Ally's stomach made a loud growling noise.  "Oh....

EXCUSE me!"  said Ally, embarrassed.



     "Hey, how about dinner?  Neither of us have had any food for

at least eight hours,  maybe nine!"  said Alex.



     "Done!  I'm starved!  Will Susan or Felix join us?",  asked Ally.



     "Susan and Felix have work to do setting things up for you.

Now let's go upstairs.  I have a few things I need to go over with

you so you can be ready.  Then we can have dinner.  Sound

good?"  Alex said.



     Alex and Ally walked through the hallway, through the

workshop and up the stairs.  After passing through the hidden

doorway,  Alex closed the bookcase.  "Susan will be up as soon

as she puts out a bunch of faxes,"  said Alex.  Alex led Ally back

into the large dining room.  It was empty.



     "Please have a seat,"  Alex said as he took his own seat.  "Let

me see,  travel preparation,  here we are!"  Alex said as he found

two copies of a three page document.  "Now,  valuables storage.

Here we go,"   he said as he found another sheet of paper.



     "You live in a house, right?"  he asked.



     "Yes,"  she said.



     "Mortgaged or paid off?"



     "From the insurance money."



     "I understand."



     "OK.  Security agency and home care company...  Home care

company," said Alex as he found yet another document, "and

security agency,"  he said  as he found one more sheet of paper.



     "Finally bank trust fund papers,  here they are,"  he said.



     'Oh, almost forgot,  medical exam papers!"  he exclaimed.



     Alex made two piles, one with all the documents and the

other merely had the 'Travel preparations'  instructions.  Alex

then explained,  "These documents describe the procedures you

will have to follow to protect your home and valuables so they

are taken care of while you are away.  I will pick up all the

expenses.  Instructions for each item are listed on the

documents including phone numbers and any preparations you

need to make before calling the company involved.  The most

important one is the medical exam.  That must be done no later

than next Tuesday to be safe.  Otherwise the lab won't have

enough time to complete its workup before next weekend.  All

the other items are self explanatory.  As it says on each sheet,

you are to say you are a client of Mr. Davis.  The doctor will set

up an appointment the same day upon hearing this.  If you can,

call him tomorrow.  The exam usually is not too involved but is

sufficiently thorough.  When the other companies hear the

name Mr. Davis they will offer to come to your house that same

day.  Usually within an hour of calling if I remember correctly.

As for what to wear,  you need to go out and buy a strapless two

piece bikini with the money I gave you.  You don't need the

heels since we found a pair for you downstairs.  I'll deliver the

shoes to you on that Sunday.  All your bills, taxes, etc.,  will be

funneled into the Davis depository agency,  which will take care

of all your financial arrangements.  The bank document will set

up a trust fund and transfer all your money from all bank

accounts into it.  Then I will add ten thousand dollars to the

account.  Clear so far?"   asked Alex.



     "You're spending an awful lot of money on me.  You really

don't have,"  argued Ally.



     "I don't get a chance to bring a new face to the island but

once or twice a year anymore,  now that we've reached the limit

the administrators agreed to.  So I can spend quite a bit more

on a potential trainee if I feel like it.  And you make me feel like

it!"   said Alex.



     Ally blushed.  She realized that the guy was enjoying

spending money on her,  and she had no problem with making

sure her home was taken care of while she was away.  Someone

had to care for it.  She decided it was a fair trade.



     Alex continued to explain, "Everything you need to do is

listed in the travel preparations guide.  There are a few key

points I want to go over with.  First, if for any reason you have

problems with any of the companies, or you have any questions

call the number at the top of the page.  It is an answering

machine,  in fact it's the same number you called in the ad.  You

should receive a reply in an hour or two at the latest.  Second,

avoid eating any solid foods after midnight on Saturday.  Drink

lots of fluids however since the pill you will be given will tend to

dehydrate you.  I need to ask you something.  When was your

last period?", asked Alex.



     "Two weeks ago,"  replied Ally.



     "I'll need to give you a dose of anti-menstrual drug before we

go to have dinner.  Otherwise you'll be too close to your

period when we sail.  It's just a small pill,"  said Alex.  Alex then

went back into the closet and took one pill from a bottle of this

special drug which he had thoughtfully remembered to bring

from the island a week ago.  While he was in the closet he also

picked up a large envelope for Ally's papers.  He returned to

Ally and gave her the pill.  She poured herself some water and

washed down the pill.  "Here's an envelope for all the papers.

One last thing which is not on the papers.  I'd like you to put

your hair up in a bun before we come to get you on Sunday.  I

have my reasons.  OK?"  said Alex.



     "Sure,  no problem," said Ally.



     "Good.  Then how about dinner?"  asked Alex.



     "I thought you'd never ask!"  said Ally.



     Ally gathered up the papers and put them in the envelope.

Then she put the envelope in her bag and rose.  Alex rose and

led Ally out of the dining room.



     Felix was waiting outside.  "How did it go?"  asked Felix.

"Much better than I expected.  Ally is as perfect as I have ever

seen,"  said Alex.  Ally blushed and smiled.  "Thank you,"   she

whispered to Alex.  "Felix,  why don't you go down and help

Susan make the proper arrangements.  Ally,  if you please,"

said Alex as he held out his arm.  Ally wrapped her arm in his.

Upon seeing this Felix warned Alex.  "Sir,  I think you're on the

verge of breaking rule number one.  Be careful."



     "Thank you Felix.  Do you really think so?"  asked Alex.



     "I'm sure of it.  It wouldn't be fair to her if you did,"   said

Felix.



     "Thank you Felix.  You have kept me from making a fool of

myself again!",  Alex said with a smile.  Alex looked at Ally.

"Dinner!"  he said.



     "Dinner!"  Ally affirmed.



     And they walked to the main dining room together.  As they

walked away Felix shook his head.  Then he walked through the

double doors and made his way downstairs to help Susan.



     Alex led Ally down the hallway to the main dining area.  As

they walked, Ally's heels made a delicious clicking sound on the

parquet flooring.  Alex could easily hear the wondrous sound

coming from Ally's spikes and delighted in this.



     When they arrived in the main dining room Andre spotted

them emerging from the hallway.  As Alex and Ally entered the

dining room Alex signalled Andre.  Andre came over to Alex.

"May I be of service, sir?"  he said.



     "Is the private dining room free, Andre?"  asked Alex.



     "Yes, as a matter of fact it is,  sir.  Will the lady and you be

dining there?"  he inquired.



     "Yes, we will.  Please send a waiter with a menu and place

settings for the two of us,  Andre,"  said Alex.



     "I will attend to it personally,  Mr. Davis,"   said Andre.



     "Thank you, Andre,"  replied Alex.



     Andre walked away to make the proper preparations as Alex

led Ally to a single wooden door.  Alex opened the door

revealing a small but heavy  wooden table, perhaps three feet in

diameter.  Alex helped Ally to her seat and, being a perfect

gentleman, pushed the seat forward for Ally.  "Oh,  what a

gentleman!"  said Ally.  Alex just smiled.  Then Alex took his

own seat opposite Ally.



     Not thirty seconds after Alex took his seat,  Andre entered

with two waiters.  The waiters laid place settings and a pitcher

and two glasses of chilled spring water before Alex and Ally as

Andre handed gold trimmed, leather bound menus to Alex and

Ally.  Andre waited as they decided on their selections.



     "Order whatever you want.  It's on me,"  Alex said.



     "Oh, it all sounds so good.  I don't know,"  said Ally.  She read

the menu for a little while longer.  Then she decided.  "I'll have

the crab imperial with stuffed shrimp,  broccoli with

hollandaise, and a garden salad."



     "Yes ma'am.  What kind of dressing would you like on your

salad?"   asked Andre.



     "Russian, please,"  she said.



     "And what would you like to drink?"  said Andre.



     "Coke,"  she said.



     "Thank you ma'am.  Mr. Davis, may I take your order

please?",  he said as he turned his gaze at Alex.



     "Yes,  I'll have a lobster with stuffed shrimp,  duchess

potatoes, and cole slaw.  I'll have a Coke as well.  I've been

hitting the wine too much lately anyway.  I'll have a garden

salad 1111111111111111land dressing,"   he said.



     "Very well sir.  I'll be back shortly with the salads and

drinks,"   Andre said.  At this point Andre left, closing the door

behind him.



     Alex smiled at Ally. "My, you look absolutely ravishing!"  he

said.  "Thank you,"  she whispered as she blushed.  "You don't

look half bad yourself,"  she returned the compliment.



     Ally and Alex chatted over the weather and other trivia for a

few minutes when a knock at the door was heard.  "Enter,"  said

Alex.  Andre entered carrying a tray with the salads and drinks.

"The main course will be ready in approximately twenty

minutes,  Mr. Davis.  Is there anything else I can get for you?",

asked Andre.  "No,  this will be fine.  Thank you, Andre,"   said

Alex.  Andre turned and left, again closing the door behind him.



     "So, how do you feel, Ally?"  asked Alex.



     "I'm OK.  Actually I feel quite well,  just a little sore here and

there.  I should have stayed in the whirlpool a bit longer I

think,"  said Ally.



     "No, I meant how do you FEEL, as in how do you feel about

what's happened to you and what's in store for you in the

future?"   Alex explained.



     "Well, at first I was very afraid to go on.  I really had second

thoughts when you left me alone for the first time  on the center

table.  But I held out and I'm glad I did.  After everything was

installed I felt wonderful, as if this is what I've been looking for

all my life.  I've never really had much control of my life.  My

mother...."  She stopped in mid speech.  Upon saying the word

'mother' Ally became visibly upset.



     Alex reached across the table and took hold of Ally's hand.

"We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to,"  he said.



     "No,  it's been eating at my insides for weeks.  I need to talk

about it,"  she said.



     "That's smart, Ally.  Things like this will tear you apart if you

don't talk about them.  Let it out Ally,"  he said.



     "Mom always protected me.  I was her little girl. Now, she's

gone.  I guess I'm looking for someone to take care of me,"  she

said.  Ally's voice started to crack.  Alex patted her hand.  "It's

OK,  I lost my parents when I was seventeen.  I know what

you're going through,"  he said.



     "You did?", she exclaimed.  "I forgot that you said that. Is that

why you've been so understanding?"  she asked.



     "Partly,  there are other reasons as well,"  he said.  "There's a

saying that misery loves company.  Well, sometimes the misery

gets to me when I'm alone and it's nice to talk to someone who's

been through a similar tragedy.  Can I ask you a silly question to

get off the subject?"



     "Sure,"  she replied.



     "You're last name is Medina.  That's Italian, right?"  he asked.



     "It is,"  she said.



     "Funny,  you look more German.", he stated.



     "So did my mother,"  she said with a smile.  "My mother was

half German and half Swedish.  My father's parents came from

the very northern parts of Italy,  near the Austrian border,"  she

explained.



     "Oh, so that explains the blonde hair and blue eyes,"  he said.



     "That's right.  Could I ask a question, now?"  she asked.



     "You certainly may,"  he responded.



     "What is rule number one?  I heard Felix say you were about

to break it,"   she asked.



     "I'm afraid that's classified.  We have certain rules

concerning recruitment and training.  Only the trainers are

permitted to know these rules.  We've decided that allowing

them to become known to slaves and potential slaves might

make training more difficult.  It's something I'm afraid I just

can't discuss.  Sorry,"   he explained.



     Rule number one stated that a master or mistress should

never fall in love with a slave.  They could love them as a master

would love a pet but never as one human being would love

another.  They called this 'Losing your perspective'.  Many

argued that the fine line, if there really was a line at all, was

difficult if not impossible to determine.  That was why Alex

included Felix on these trips.  One person would always stay

distant, as Felix did this time, and observe to verify that

everyone maintained perspective.  Felix had spotted Alex's love

for Ally almost immediately and warned him.  But Alex was the

boss and he was the one who had to take responsibility if

something went wrong. And he got himself hooked.  Alex

accepted this.  He wondered if the line between the two

different types of love really did exist.  At the moment he really

didn't care.



     "I don't fully understand, but I will accept the explanation

anyway.  You've been up front with me since I first came here.  I

guess I can trust that it's for my own good."



     "Just one more question.  When's the food gonna get here.  I'm

starved!"  Ally asked.  Ally picked at the last of the salad.  She

really wasn't a salad person.  Neither was Alex she noticed.  He

had hardly touched his.  Ally's mom always started a large

dinner with salad and that's why she ordered one.  It was more

out of habit as opposed to actually wanting one that she

ordered it.  Alex really didn't like salad but wanted something

to nibble on while Ally was eating hers.



     Just two minutes later the main course arrived,  carried by

two waiters.  They laid out the feast before Alex and Ally,

accompanied by several 'Wow"'s and "Oh, my..."'s from both Ally

and Alex.  Alex, even though he had eaten at his own

restaurants several times,  was always amazed at the skill of his

chefs.  He had spared no expense in getting the very best

people.  "Will there be anything else, sir?"  asked one of the

waiters.



     "No, I think we're fine.  Please lock the door on your way out.

I'll ring if we need anything else.



     The food was delicious.  Ally practically inhaled the shrimp,

stuffed with crab meat.  Alex tore into the lobster with reckless

abandon.  They ate like there was no tomorrow, punctuated by

more idle chatter.  Twenty minutes later there was hardly a

scrap of food left on either plate.  "Boy, I didn't know I had a

human vacuum cleaner on my hands!"  he said as he looked at

Ally's empty plate.  "You didn't do so bad yourself I see,"  she

returned the 'compliment'.  "I guess dessert's out of the

question,"  he said with a smile.  She laughed.  "Yes it is.  I

couldn't eat another bite.  Thanks anyway,"  she said.



     They sat for a while longer sipping their drinks.  Alex then

looked at the time.  Ten past midnight.  "Hey Ally, it's late.

Maybe I should take you home?"  he asked.  " To be honest with

you, and this is going to sound strange, I'm not exactly tired of

your company,"  she said.



     "Well then,  what do you say to a tour of L.A. in a nice, fancy

limo?"  he asked.



     "Sounds wonderful!"  she exclaimed.  She wanted to stay with

Alex as long as she could tonight.  His company was as

addicting as the most powerful narcotic.  His baby blue eyes

held her heart captive and she relished every moment.



     Alex stood.  "Ohhh...., I think I ate too much!"  he said as he

rose.  "I know the feeling,"  Ally said as she rose also.  Alex went

to an intercom mounted on the wall.  He pressed a button.

"Andre!"  he said.  "Yes sir," was the reply.  "Tell Charles to bring

the Rolls around front in ten minutes.  Miss Medina and myself

would like a tour of L.A,"  Alex ordered.  "Right away, sir,"

Andre answered.  "I need to use the ladies room,"   Ally said.

"Certainly,"  said Alex.  Alex led Ally to the rest rooms and let

her go into the ladies room as Alex entered the men's room.



     They met outside the restrooms and exited the restaurant.

The Rolls Royce was waiting outside with a driver dressed in all

black with the traditional driver's cap.  The driver held the door

for Ally and Alex, closed it, then got behind the wheel.  "Where

to sir?"  he asked.  "Indulge yourself, Charles.",  Alex replied.

"Sir?"  Charles asked.  "Out there.  Just drive through L.A. and

anywhere else you'd think might be interesting.  It really

doesn't matter.  We'll be quite satisfied with your choice,"   Alex

stated.  "Yes sir!"   Charles replied.



     Charles drove Alex and Ally around for two full hours.  Alex

and Ally didn't really care where they were or where they were

going.  All they knew was that they loved each other.  Alex kept

telling himself to maintain perspective, to only love Ally as a

pet.  But as far as he was concerned, that was virtually

impossible.  So they allowed Charles to drive around as they

held each other close and kissed each other dozens of times.



     Finally, around two in the morning, Ally said she was tired

and would like to be taken home.  She gave Charles the address

and he drove them to her house in what seemed like just a few

minutes.  Too short, thought Ally, as she pressed her body into

Alex's arms.  "I'll see you in one week,"  he said.  "Do you have all

the papers and instructions?"  he asked.  "Yes,"  she replied.

"Good,  remember the doctor's appointment is the most critical.

You must get that done as soon as possible," he reminder her.

"I know,"  she said.  They kissed one last time.  Ally was about to

open the door when it swung open.  Charles had gone over to

her door and opened it for her.  Ally exited the Rolls and

thanked Charles for helping her out.  He returned the

compliment, closed the door and got behind the wheel.  She

waved to Alex as the Rolls pulled away.





                             Part 3: The Journey.



     Ally awoke the next morning feeling wonderful.  After she

showered and had breakfast she took out the envelope filled

with papers.  First and most important was the doctor

appointment.  She called the doctor and set up the appointment

for that afternoon.



     Ally went to the doctor and was examined.  The doctor

performed various tests.  Blood was drawn.  It was a complete,

but normal physical exam.  Ally then had to sign a paper

releasing the test results to Mr. Davis' organization.



     Over the next week Ally followed the instructions that were

listed in the information packet.  She bought a pink, strapless

bikini at a fancy little store in downtown L. A.  She had five sets

of house keys made as instructed.  These she gave to the

security agency when a representative came to her door.  He

also took the valuables, jewelry and a few personal items that

she wanted protected.  She included the jewelry that Alex had

given her as well.  She set up a post office box for her mail and

stopped the newspaper.  Alex's organization would take care of

all bills. Everything was ready by Thursday when she received a

phone call from Alex.  "The test results are in.  Everything is

fine.  How are you holding up.  Is everything ready?" he asked.

"Everything is set.  I've followed all the instructions on the

paper.  I'm glad to hear that the medical tests were OK,"  she

said.  "Remember Ally, on Sunday put your hair in a bun, wear

no make-up, no jewelry, and no shoes.  Also remember to fast

from midnight Saturday evening until I pick you up Sunday

afternoon,"  Alex reminded Ally.  "I know.  I read it in the

instructions."   "Good, then I'll see you on Sunday," he said.

"Bye."



     Saturday night came and went.  Ally barely slept a wink.

Finally she forced herself out of bed at 11:00 A.M.  Alex would be

here in less than an hour.  She quickly showered and fixed her

hair.  She pulled the hair into a tight bun and held it in place

with some bobby pins.  Next she put on the bikini.  She waited.



     At precisely noon a knock was heard at the door.  It was Alex.

He was carrying a shoe box.  "Ready?" he asked.  Ally took a

deep breath. "Ready," she affirmed.  "Good, these are for you." He

handed the box to Ally.  "Put them on and lock the ankle straps

into place."  She took the box to the couch, sat down and put the

shoes on.  They were the six-inch pink spikes that Susan had

found in the basement a week earlier.  She then stood and tried

to get a feel for the new shoes.  "Excellent," Alex said, "shall we

go?".



     Alex and Ally left the house together.  Alex made sure to lock

the door behind them. Then he walked around the house and

checked all doors and windows to make sure they were locked

as well.  Alex then led Ally to the Rolls parked outside.  Charles

was driving again.  Alex helped Ally into the car and stepped in

after her.  Charles put the car in gear and they were off.  As

they drove to the yacht Alex reminded Ally,  "Remember,  at

12:01 tomorrow morning you run out of options.  I'll ask you if

you want to continue at midnight tonight.  If you do, you accept

the life that will be defined for you by me.  Only I have the

power to release you after that point.  Otherwise, you become a

slave until I say otherwise.  Understand?" he asked.



     "Completely," she said.



     "Remember, up to that point you can cancel all of this and I

will order the yacht turned around and I'll take you home.  Just

say you want to quit, or use the SOS signal if you're unable to

talk. OK?" he asked.



     "I understand.  I won't back down, Alex. Trust me,"  she said

with confidence.



     "Excellent!" he said.  Ally snuggled up to Alex and he put his

big muscular arm around her.  They drove on.



     About an hour later they arrived at the yacht.  The 'Pursuit

of Happiness' was a big yacht, measuring one hundred and

twenty-five feet from stem to stern and fifty feet across at the

beam.  Ally thought it looked like a miniature ocean liner

without the smoke stacks.



     Alex stepped out of the car and then helped Ally.  He led her

to the yacht, which was moored at Alex's private dock.  As he

led Ally to the yacht he warned her to be careful of the gaps

between the planks.  Her heels might get stuck in one.  She

carefully stepped onto the stern of the yacht.  Alex led her

below decks.



     Upon reaching the bottom of the steps Alex turned to Ally.

"Please drop to your hands and knees Ally.  I want you to crawl

for me.  Don't stand up again unless I give you permission," he

ordered. "You may actually find it easier to move around on the

boat by crawling, especially once we hit open water.  Those

heels will be difficult to walk in when the boat starts to  rock."

Ally immediately dropped to her knees.  Soft pile carpet covered

the floor, obviously so her knees would not be harmed when she

crawled.  "Follow me," he said.  He walked toward the bow of the

boat, with Ally following close behind on her hands and knees.

When he got to the forward most cabin he opened the door.

"Inside,"  he said as he gestured with his arm.  She crawled

through the door and Alex followed her in.



     Inside, she found a room with various pieces of furniture, a

couch, some chairs, tables, etc.  Alex led Ally to the table.  "Sit

back on your heels, Ally," he said.  She did so and waited for

Alex's next command.  Alex then took a small paper cup and

handed it to Ally.  Inside was a single pill.  Alex then took a

pitcher of water and filled a tall glass with it.  "This is the

laxative.  Wash it down with the water.  Try to drink the entire

glass please," he said.  Ally popped the pill into her mouth and

drank the water.  She was able to empty the glass as instructed.



     "Good.  In about fifteen minutes the pill will begin to take

effect.  You'll have a great need to empty your bowels.  The

bathroom is through that door.  Stand up Ally," he said.



     She stood.  He looked at her for a moment and then took a

leather collar that was sitting on the table and puts it around

Ally's neck.  Ally's head was lifted high again as it was a week

ago.  The collar had a standard type of belt buckle, but the spike

of the buckle had a loop on the end that fit into a recess in the

buckle.  When the buckle was closed, Alex took a gold colored

socket head screw and ran it into the buckle.  The screw went

through the buckle, capturing the loop on the end of the spike.

He then took an Allen wrench and screwed the cap screw into

the buckle, the head fitting into a recess.  Thus  the screw could

not be removed by hand.  Only a wrench of the same type could

remove the screw and thus allow the collar to be removed.  The

buckle was placed behind Ally's left ear.  On the front, back and

both sides of the collar were embossed, gold plates with a heavy

metal ring attached.  On the front plate was also an inscription.

"ALLY" was all it said.  Alex then placed leather bracelets, with

similar gold plates and rings on Ally's wrists and secured these

as well with Allen screws.



     "I'm going to leave you now.  You'll be needing the bathroom

quite a bit for the next couple of hours.  That's perfectly normal.

I need you empty before we depart.  OK?" he said.  "I'll be back

every hour to verify that you drink a full glass of water and

make sure you don't dehydrate yourself."



     At that point Ally bolted for the bathroom.  Alex smiled and

left.  Over the next three hours Alex checked in on Ally on the

hour.  At 4 P.M.  Alex said they were ready to depart.  The crew

released the yacht from its mooring and it made its way into the

open waters of the Pacific.   The sea was as smooth as a lake.  A

high pressure center was positioned just offshore of Los Angeles

and there was little if any wind.  The yacht proceeded on its

journey.



     Ally was surprised at how smooth the seas were.  As the

yacht left the harbor she could hear the engines increase in

their roar. The cabin was insulated in a sound deadening

material so they weren't loud at all.

     Ally had been on a boat only twice before.  Once when she

was ten, her father took her on a fishing trip.  She reminisced

about how she wouldn't touch the 'little fishy' when her dad

said to place it on the hook.  Her dad had to bait the hook with

the minnow.  She remembered how excited she was when she

caught her first fish.  "I got one!  I got one!" she remembered

screaming.  She repeated the feat 17 more times in the next four

hours, thoroughly embarrassing her father.  "Nice job,

pumpkin," she remembered him saying with a huge smile.  He

only caught 3 fish all day!  She smiled when she thought of him.

Several years later Ally returned to the sea.  Only this time it

was for the task of spreading her father's ashes over the sea.  A

small buoy was placed at the spot.  She wiped a tear from her

eye.



     Shortly after the yacht was into the Pacific, Alex went into

Ally's cabin.  "Please remove your bikini, top and bottom, Ally,"

he ordered.  She removed her top and bottom revealing the

same beautiful naked body that Alex had seen a week earlier.

"Are your bowel movements clear yet?" he asked her.  "Yes," she

said.  "Good.  Now, get on your knees again but sit up.  I want to

show you something," he said.  She dropped her knees to the

carpet and looked up at him.  "First, your hands may be placed

in only one of two positions.  Either both hands are to be on the

floor for crawling purposes or they are to be behind your head.

Please clasp your hands behind your head," he ordered.  She did

as she was told,  feeling her breasts being pulled upward as she

interlaced her fingers behind her neck.  "Excellent.  Now your

knees;  spread them wide so I can see between them," he

ordered.  She spread her knees wide apart.  "Whenever you stop

crawling you are to place yourself in this position without being

told.  Either you will be crawling or on display as you are now.

There are no exceptions.  Understand?" he asked her.  "Yes," she

responded.  "No, Ally.  Yes, master.  From this time forward you

will call any male who has control over you master, and of

course any female mistress.  Understand?" he again asked.  "Yes,

master," she replied.  "Good, now follow me," he commanded.

Ally followed Alex.  He led her into the bathroom.



     Alex made Ally kneel in front of a full-length wall mirror.

She assumed the position Alex had taught her earlier.  "This

mirror is two way.  Behind it is a video camera that has its

output channeled into my private quarters.  I want you to stay

as you are until I return.  You are to break from this position

only if you need to use the toilet.  Afterwards you are to return

to your knees as you are now.  I'll be back each hour to check on

you.  Also at this point, you will not be given any more water.  I

now need your bodily functions to return to normal."



     Alex left Ally kneeling in front of the mirror and went to his

cabin across the hall.  He approached a fifty inch projection TV

and turned it on.  Immediately it showed an image of Ally's

beautiful body.  He went to a black leather, cushioned lounge

chair.  He sat back and observed Ally's figure on display in front

of him.  She looked beautiful.  He knew that Ally was seeing

essentially the same picture.



     Ally knelt in front of the mirror.  She could see every inch of

her body in the reflection.  She observed the collar and could

see the engraved lettering above the ring that was attached at

her throat.  She could also see her breasts and her sex.  She

liked what she saw and tried to improve her pose.  She knew

that Alex would be watching and she wanted to look as

beautiful as possible for him.



     Over the next four hours she knelt before the mirror almost

continuously, rising only to empty her bowels.  Afterwards, she

would immediately return to the mirror. She returned to a

kneeling position, hands behind her head and knees spread

wide.



     Each hour or so Alex would enter the bathroom and check on

her.  Each time, she addressed him as 'master' and said that she

was fine.  Alex would then return to his chambers and watch

Ally on the big screen TV.



     It was now 8:00 P.M.  They had been at sea for four hours.

Ally's bowel movements had for the most part stopped.  Alex

had discovered this by watching the TV as well as asking Ally

each time he checked on her.  It was time.



     Alex picked up the 'toys' he had kept in his room.  He went

into Ally's room and placed these items on table.  He then went

into the bathroom.  "Follow me Ally," he said.  Ally twisted

around and crawled out of the bathroom behind Alex.  Alex led

her to the table.  When she stopped, she immediately assumed

the kneeling position as before.



     "Time to install the plugs, Ally.  Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes master," she said.  He first took the 'T' shaped bit, similar to

the one used in the basement.  This one however was made from

one piece of steel, again wrapped in leather.  "Your hands are in

the way.  Clasp them behind your back," he ordered.   She

removed her hands from her neck and puts them behind her

back. "Open wide, Ally," he said.  She opened her mouth and

Alex inserted the bit into her mouth.  He then pulled the strap

around the back of her head and buckled it in place.  The butt

end of the phallus stuck out of her mouth about six inches and

had a ring attached as before.  Then he grabbed a leather

harness.  He pulled this down over her head and began

fastening several straps.  She could feel the straps pulling her

skin and scalp taut.  Straps went across her forehead, along the

bridge of her nose, and under her chin.  A series of other straps

and belts attached to these forming a web over her entire head.



     Next he took the sex-plug.  He took some grease and smeared

it onto the phallus and inserted it.  Ally groaned slightly.  He

then turned the ring while pressing the plate tight to Ally's sex.

"Bend over, Ally, and place your hands behind your head again,"

he ordered.  Ally leaned forward, placing her hands on her

head.  Alex bent down and helped Ally into the proper position.

He placed her head on the floor.  The collar prevented her from

turning her head and she had to prop her head on the end of the

phallus extending from her mouth.  This exposed her ass.  He

spread her legs and grabbed the last plug.  He greased this

phallus and inserted it.  Again he turned the ring while he

pressed the egg shaped plate against the crack in between her

cheeks.  He inserted the end of a blonde colored pony tail into

the socket in the egg.  It hung loosely between her legs.  He then

had her sit up.  He took the ring on each wrist cuff and attached

it to the side rings of Ally's collar.  Now she had to keep her

hands behind her head.



     Alex helped Ally to her feet.  The motion of the sea caught

her off guard and she nearly fell.  Alex grabbed her and steadied

her until she got used to the motion of the sea.  The motion of

the yacht was hardly noticeable but it was definitely greater

than before.  When Ally had regained her balance Alex grabbed

the ring on her rear.  "Now you march, Ally.  Back into the

bathroom,"  Alex ordered.  Ally lifted her knees and set them

down smartly as she did just one week ago.  She marched with

head held high into the bathroom and back in front of the

mirror.  Alex had her kneel again in the same position.  Only

this time Alex took a piece of chain, and attached  Ally's

sex-plug to a ring on the floor.  She was held fast to the floor.

"I'll be back in a little while.  Are you OK?" he asked.



     "Arrgggh," she grunted.



     Alex left Ally as she was in front of the mirror.  Ally could

now see what her new decorations looked like.  She was gagged

and plugged and under the total control of her master.  She

couldn't break free even if she wanted to.  She asked herself if

she wanted to.  She realized she didn't.  In fact she actually

enjoyed the treatment she was being given and craved for more.



     Alex returned to his room and looked at Ally's newly

decorated body on the TV.  She looked wonderful.  He poured

himself a small glass of wine and sat in the lounge chair.  He

watched Ally squirm and try to get comfortable within her

bonds.  Her every move excited him.  He began to get hard but

controlled himself.  This was most difficult, especially since Ally

was so beautiful when she was bound.  He let an hour pass as he

watched her.  It was now 9:00 P.M.



     Alex picked up a few more items from his cabin and returned

to Ally.  She was obviously beginning to get tired.  He could see

her trying to maintain her balance and her body was tense.

Alex unhooked the chain from the floor and helped Ally to her

feet.  Her knees were a bit wobbly.  Alex took hold of the ring

mounted in Ally's rear again and pulled her upright.  "March,"

he ordered.  Ally lifted her knees again and allowed Alex to lead

her to the table.  Alex then took two large nipple clips and

attached them to Ally's breasts.  These were of an unusual

design.  They were two inches in diameter, cone shaped, and

had a ring on the end.  The ring was attached to a spring loaded

rod which in turn was attached to a clam shaped clamp.

Pressing the ring into the device opened the clamp.  Alex did

this and attached it to Ally's right nipple.  When he released the

ring, the clamp receded inside the cone pulling the nipple

inside.  The nipple was under constant tension and this pulled

the cone tight up against  the breast.  Ally groaned when Alex

released the ring.  He tested it to make sure it was on securely.

It was.  He repeated the process with Ally's other nipple.



     Next Alex unhooked Ally's hands and placed them behind her

back.  Alex then connected the rings on the leather cuffs.  Alex

then took a pair of chains and attached one to each nipple

clamp.  He ran the chains down through the ring on Ally's sex,

between her legs, through the ring in Ally's rear, and secured it

to the rear ring of her collar.  He pulled the chains tight so that

Ally's breasts would be stretched.  Alex then attached gold, tear

shaped bells to Ally's nipple clamps and a larger one to the ring

between her legs.  He tapped each of these and they made a

delicious ringing noise. He then attached earrings of the same

design to Ally's ears.  Finally he took from his pocket a pair of

leashes made of gold colored chain with leather handles.  He

clipped these to Ally's nipple rings as well.  He stepped back and

looked at his work.  He liked what he saw.



     Alex then led Ally to the center of the room.  Attached to the

ceiling was a chain that ran through a pulley and to the wall.

Alex unhooked the chain from the wall and pulled the other end

down.  He attached this to Ally's bit.  He then pulled the chain

until Ally was standing straight up but had both heels planted.

He secured the chain to the wall.  "It's 9:30 now.  I'll be back in

half an hour to check on you.  The next thing I'm going to do is

use a paddle on your lovely ass.  Do you still want to continue?"

he asked.

     "Arrgggh," she grunted.  With that Alex went back to his

cabin.



      Ally stood there with her head held high by the chain.  She

felt the motion of the boat and each wave that rolled the boat

made her move her feet.  When she did, most of her weight

pulled on the gag.  She felt the strap on the back of her neck

pull tight until she regained her footing.  This continued for

over half an hour.  She could see a clock on the wall.   10:00

came and went.  Where was he?



       Alex decided to take a shower before returning to Ally.  By

the time he was done it was 10:10 P.M.  He went into Ally's room

to find her hanging quietly.  "Are you ready?" he asked her.

"Arrgggh," was the reply.



     Alex was now carrying a leather clad paddle about a foot

long by three inches wide.  He pressed the paddle against Ally's

left buttocks then took aim and delivered a solid whack.

"Arrggh," grunted Ally.  Ally's left cheek turned bright red.  Alex

repeated the process on the right cheek.



     "Now Ally, I'm going to spank you while you march.  Lift your

knees high and plant them firmly.  Now, march," he

commanded.  Ally began pumping her knees up and down.  Alex

continued to hit Ally's ass with the paddle , first one cheek then

the other.  Ally grunted with each whack  She did all she could

to keep her knees high.  Alex occasionally had to remind her.

"Lift your knees, Ally," he would command as he continued to

strike.  He watched her breasts bob up and down and the tail

wag back and forth.  She looked stunning in her pose.  As he

struck her backside he had to be careful not to hit the egg

sticking out of her rear.  The strokes were placed almost but not

quite on Ally's hip to avoid this.  Alex continued to apply the paddle for a  good fifteen minutes.  Ally was visibly shaken.

Tears ran down from her eyes and she was obviously crying

behind her gag.



     Alex unhooked the chain from Ally's bit and she immediately

collapsed into his arms.  Alex held her and ran his hands over

her head, petting the straps and her hair at the same time.  He

took a handkerchief and dabbed at her tears.  She had stopped

crying but she was breathing heavily.  "Are you OK, Ally?  Do

you want to go on?"  he asked.  "Arrgggh," she grunted.  He

couldn't believe it.  How could she take all this having no

experience in discipline type games?



     He carried her over to the couch and laid her, face down

across the arm of the sofa.  He let her feet hang to the floor.  He

sat on the sofa and put Ally's head in his lap.  Of course she

couldn't turn her head so her chin was pressed into the bulge of

Alex's pants.  He petted her and ran his hands all over her body.

Her breathing slowed dramatically.



     Alex allowed her to relax until around 11:00 P.M..  At that

point he took hold of the leashes that were attached to Ally's

breasts and lifted her upright.  Alex led her to the table where

there were only two items left, a riding crop  and a

cat-o-nine-tails.  "Do I have permission to use these on you,

Ally?" he asked her.  "Arrrgggh," she grunted.  "Good.  Then

would you be so kind as to lean over the table and present me

with your bottom?" he asked.  She leaned over the table and

waited.  Alex took the cat and tested it out by swinging it

through the air.  Then Ally felt the first blow.  Slap!  The cat

struck Ally in the right cheek.  Slap!  The left thigh was hit.

Slap, slap, slap,  Ally's backside was struck many times.  Then

Alex stopped.  "Stay here Ally.  I'll be back in ten minutes.  Alex

checked his watch.  11:30.  "Good, we're right on schedule," he

thought.  Alex went back to his cabin, sat down and relaxed for

ten minutes.  The critical point was almost here.



     Alex returned to Ally, who was still bent over the table.  He

picked up the riding crop .  "This is the most painful type of whip

we use.  I'm going to whip you until five minutes till midnight.

At that point I'll stop, take out your gag and ask you to tell me

what you want to do,  become a slave or turn around and go

home.  I know you said that you wouldn't back down, but this is

going to be a real test for you.  Think carefully before you make

your final decision, OK?" he said.  "Arrggh," she grunted.  Alex

began striking Ally's ass.  Ally's groans were the loudest she

ever made.  Each blow made a red welt on her ass and thighs.

Alex kept beating her until five minutes till midnight.  Ally was

practically screaming behind the gag.  Tears were running

down her face.  Then the beating stopped.



     Alex lifted Ally upright.  Her knees were a bit wobbly.  She

was breathing heavily and sobbing slightly behind the gag.

Alex unbuckled the strap that held the gag in place, then pulled

the strap through the harness, which, since the harness had

been put on after the bit, had trapped the strap against Ally's

face.  Alex removed the gag.  He massaged Ally's jaw a bit.  It

was precisely midnight.



     "So, what do you want to do Ally?" he asked.  Ally took a few

deep breaths.  The pain from her rear was intense and

distracting.  "I need to know.  What do you want to do?" he

demanded.  "I want to go on to the island.  I want to be taken

care of.  I want to serve.  I want to be a slave," she finally said.

"Are you absolutely sure?  There won't be any reprieve you

understand?" he said.  "I'm absolutely, positively sure," she

affirmed.  Her voice was wavering from the pain of her

whipping, but her voice was filled with confidence.  "Very well,

I hereby welcome you as my newest slave," he said.  Alex then

bent forward and kissed Ally full on the mouth.  Their tongues

mingled in each other's mouth.  Ally felt as though he was

devouring her whole.  Alex wrapped his arms around her.  "I

knew you could do it my love," he said.  "I told you I wouldn't

fail you, master," she said with a smile.  He realized she added

the word 'master' as a sign of total submission.  He squeezed her

even tighter in his strong arms.



	Alex held her and kissed her for several minutes.  Then

Alex said, "It's time for another lesson, Ally."  "Yes master," Ally

said,  "I'm ready and willing to learn."  Alex then forced Ally

down on her knees. "Open your mouth," he said.  "A slave always

has her mouth open if it isn't plugged.  Now, keep your mouth

open Ally," Alex said.  Ally opened her mouth and kept it open.

"Good, now you have to remember to open your mouth after you

are done speaking.  Understand?" he asked.  "Yes master," she

said.  After saying this, Ally closed her mouth.  "No Ally, you

didn't open your mouth again after you said 'Yes master.'  Open

your mouth now, Ally," Alex commanded.  Ally opened her

mouth again and tried to concentrate on keeping it open.  "Now,

are you going to keep that mouth open, Ally?" he asked.  "Yes

master," she said.  Immediately afterwards she opened her

mouth again.  "Excellent,  that's what I wanted to see.  You'll

need to concentrate on keeping your mouth open to whoever

wishes to use it.  Now I think we're done with your mouth for

now,"  Alex said.  After saying this, Alex took the bit and

re-inserted the phallus end into Ally's mouth.  He fastened the

buckle securely.  Then Alex grabbed the leashes and pulled Ally

to her feet.  She groaned, "Arrggh."



	The leashes were about  six feet long.  Alex ran the chains

through Ally's legs and put just a little tension on them.  Alex

then picked up the riding crop  in his right hand as he

transferred the leashes to his left.  He gave the leashes a little

tug.  "Arrggh," Ally grunted.  "Now Ally, we're going to teach you

how to respond to leash commands.  When I tug once, you are to

start marching in place.  Two tugs mean to stop.  Once you are

marching in place I am going to drive you with the riding crop .

I'll just give you a slap every now and then.  As you march, I'll

direct you by pulling the chain against the inside of either thigh

when I want you to change directions.  At some point in the

future you will be required to march blindfolded.  The chain

will be the only means of direction you will have.  Now let's try

it," Alex said.



	Alex gave one good yank on the leashed.  Ally started

marching in place, with knees lifted high.  Alex enjoyed seeing

the tail wag as before.  Slap, Alex lowered the riding crop  onto

Ally's behind.  She started to move forward.  Alex kept just a

tiny bit of tension on the leashes.  Then he pulled the leashes

hard to the right and the chains pulled against Ally's right inner

thigh.  She turned to the right as she marched until Alex let up

on the tension.  Then he repeated the process on the left side.

The cabin wasn't very large but Alex was able, nonetheless, to

give Ally the idea.  Alex gave two quick tugs and Ally froze.



	"Wonderful Ally, You did magnificent.  I want you to

remember what you just learned.  You will be made to march

very often in this manner when you land.  I think you'll make a

lovely pony," he said.



	"Pony?" thought Ally.  "I didn't realize.  I guess I can live

with it.  I do love him so!" she thought.  She lifted her head up

higher and arched her back.  Alex saw this.  "Yes, you do look so

lovely, my dear," he said.



	Using the same leash commands, Alex led Ally through the

door and into his own cabin.  She marched as he had instructed

and received several cracks from the crop as she went.    When

they entered the cabin Ally's eyes became transfixed on a gold

cage.  The cage was seven feet long and two feet high.  Alex led

her over to it.  Alex then unhooked the two padlocks that were

hanging in the latches and opened the top.  The lid was in two

parts with a latch for each.  It opened somewhat like a coffin.

The bars were gold plated steel and were a half inch thick.  On

the bottom was a two inch thick mattress.



	Alex unhooked Ally's hands from behind her and attached

them again to the side rings on her collar.  Then he told her to

step into the cage and lie down on her back.  This she did with

great difficulty because of all the ornaments she was wearing.

When she finally was prone,  Alex closed and locked the lids.

The padlocks closed with a distinct click.  She was caged like an

animal.  "Try and get some sleep.  You've been through quite a

lot today.  You have a long day ahead tomorrow."



	Ally lay on her back staring at the bars over her head.  She

closed her eyes and tried to sleep.  She was exhausted.  "Now I'm

his," she thought.  Fear crept in as she tried to sleep.  She had

surrendered her body to him.  Every part of her was his.  The

thought of futility held her fear in check.  What good was it to

be afraid?  She had to do as she was told.  He had bound her and

decorated her so she had no choice.  And without choice there

was no need for fear.  He said she would not be permanently

harmed.  Her backside still burned from the crop but the

burning excited her.  All this she took in as blackness crept into

her mind.  Ally finally dozed off into a wonderful dream.



	After Ally was placed in her cage, Alex dimmed the lights.

The switch had a dimmer.  He just lowered the lights enough so

that he could see her.  He left them dim enough, however, so

that she wouldn't be kept awake by them.  He stared at her for

the longest time before leaving the cabin.



	Alex then went up to the bridge.  On the bridge were the

captain and his mate.  The captain's name was William

Sternhaus and he was assisted by his mate, a Mr. Jim Engleside.

"So, how is it going gentlemen?" Alex inquired.  "I'm afraid not

as well as expected sir," the captain said.  "What's wrong?" Alex

asked.  "Mr. Engleside will explain," said the captain.  "Sir, I'm

afraid we're not making as much headway as we usually do.  We

are unfortunately running into a fifteen knot breeze and it's

pushing the tide against us.  Weather reports show no major

storms in our path however. The seas  shouldn't get much worse

than they are now, by the way.  The bottom line is we will land

two hours later than expected," said Mr. Engleside.  "Very well.

If you haven't done so, please radio ahead and inform the island

harbor master of the delay.  I will be in my cabin.  Inform me of

any other changes,"  said Alex.  "The island harbor master has

already been informed.  I will wake you should anything

unusual arise," stated Mr. Engleside.  "Thank you gentlemen,"

Alex said.  Alex turned and left.



	Alex returned to his cabin and slowly opened the door.

Ally was sound asleep.  Good, he thought.  She could use the

sleep.  "I think I'll let her sleep the extra two hours.  Let's see, I

need two hours to prepare her for the landing."  Alex went over

to a night stand and set an alarm clock for 8:00 A.M.  He then

slipped off his clothes and sacked out.  From where he was he

could see Ally's cage.  She looked so peaceful and beautiful lying

there.  He dozed off quickly with Ally's vision on his mind and a

smile on his face.



	Around 6:00 A.M. Alex awoke with a start.  Ally was

grunting and groaning  and making all kinds of noise.  She was

trying to shake the cage in any way she could.  Alex rushed over

to Ally and quickly unlocked her cage.  He was obviously

worried.  If she got seasick she could drown in her own vomit.

Alex quickly unbuckled the gag and removed it.



	"What's wrong Ally?" he asked.  "I'm scared!" she cried.  Alex

helped her to a sitting position and took her over to the bed.  He

had Ally sit on his lap and wiped her tears.  "It's OK honey.

That's a perfectly normal reaction.  You're finally realizing that

you are no longer free.  You will get used to it.  Trust me."  Ally

tried as best as she could to bury her face in Alex's shoulder.

With her hands locked to the sides of her neck this was quite

difficult.  Alex tried to comfort her.



	Alex took a handkerchief and wiped any remaining tears

from her face.  Then he wiped her nose.  He ran his hand

through her hair.  "To hell with rule number one," he thought.  "I

love this girl and nothing will ever stop that."



	Alex held Ally in his arms until she regained her

composure.  Then he reached for the gag and was about to

replace it.  Ally spoke,  "Please master,  could that wait for a

little while?  My jaw is so sore."  Alex looked at her.  "Normally I

wouldn't do this but OK.  You tell me when you're ready for it."



	Alex began rubbing his fingers along Ally's jaw.  She

moaned softly as he worked the circulation back into her

cheeks.  But touch is a strange thing.  Alex couldn't help

noticing Ally's soft, wonderful skin.  His massaging became a

gentle caress.  He moved his fingers from her jaw to her

forehead and then to her cheeks again.  Then he began touching

other parts of her.  He felt the smooth collar with its plates and

rings, and the skin under her chin.  He moved his hands lower.

His touch became ever so delicate.  He was barely touching her.

He ran his hands into Ally's cleavage.  Then she felt him

running his hands around her lovely breasts.   "Oh, how

wonderful!" she exclaimed.  "Shhh," he said, "Slaves don't talk,

remember?"



	"I'm sorry, master," she apologized.  "That's OK honey," he

said.  Alex continued to run his fingers over her breasts.  He

gently would lift them slightly as his fingers went under them.

Ally's breathing increased.  Alex noticed this and looked into

her eyes.  Oh, what beautiful eyes.  His gaze wandered down to

her lips and all at once he found her lips firmly planted on his.

He pulled her closer to him, pressing her body with her lovely

breasts against his.  Their tongues mingled together.  The kiss

went on for what seemed like a thousand lifetimes.  Alex and

Ally floated in a world full of nothing but ecstacy,  their wildest

dreams were now reality.



	They kissed and kissed.  Finally, Alex gave Ally a final peck

on the lips.  Ally knew they were done kissing.  "I'm ready

master," she said. "I'm ready for the gag."  Alex was impressed by

Ally's submission.  He put the gag into her mouth again and

buckled it tight.



	"OK?" he asked.  "Arrggh," she grunted.  "Let's see. It's 7

A.M. now.  Before I forget, we've run into some unexpected

oncoming currents and it's going to take an extra two hours to

get to the island.  Nothing to worry about though.  Our e.t.a. is

now 10:00 A.M.  I'm going to let you relax for another hour

before I finish preparing you for your arrival.  Lie face  up on

the bed Ally."



	Ally stood and leaned over the bed.  Alex helped her onto

the bed and then climbed in next to her.  Ally could feel the boat

gently rock and it added an extra factor to the atmosphere.  All

Alex could do was stare at her.  He picked up the touching of

her body where he stopped earlier.  He now moved his hands

even lower on her body.  He caressed her abdomen,  gently

probing her belly button.



     He moved his hands lower and touched the plate on her sex.

He ran his fingers all over the ornamental carvings and the

ring.  Ally began groaning again.



	The alarm buzzed.  Was it really 8 o'clock?  Alex turned off

the alarm.  "Time to get you ready."  Alex helped Ally out of the

bed and had her stand.  The boat was moving too much and she

fell back on the bed.  "OK, just sit there.  It's obvious that the

boat's rocking too much for you to stand in those heels."

Alex then unhooked the chains that were attached to her

nipples, both the chains that went between her legs and the

leashes.  He set them aside for later use.



	Alex went for the last of his 'toys.  Alex got an idea.  He

unhooked Ally's hands and took her over to the door.  With the

door open he had Ally grab the door jambs and steady herself so

he could work.  First, he wrapped the corset around her body

and began hooking it.  The corset was made of black leather

with half cups.  It was strapless.  At several places there were

metal rings attached.  There were garter straps at the bottom

also.



     Ally felt the corset pull tight.  She stood in the doorway

steadying herself with her hands.  It was difficult in the 6 inch

heels but she managed.  When Alex began to put his weight into

the stays, she braced herself and helped him apply pressure to

the laces.  The heavy boning made her waist much smaller and

lifted her breasts high.



   Alex took her hand and led her back to the bed.  Alex then

took out a key and removed her heels.  "Wait here."  He went to

the closet and took out a pair of black leather hip boots.  The

boots had 6 inch heels also.  He placed the boots on Ally's legs.

There was a zipper along the outside of each boot and he zipped

each one up to her hip.  The kid leather felt like a new skin to

her.  Ally could feel a padding at the front of the knees but it

was tapered so as not to be evident from the outside.  Alex

finally connected the garters.  Each of the buckles where both

the garters and zippers were connected had a small keyhole.

The ends of zipper and garters looked like miniature seat belt

connectors.  Only a key could remove them.



     Alex turned his attention to her nipples.  He checked the

clamps again.  They were still firmly attached.  He checked for

damage or bruising, and except for a bit of reddening, there was

none.  "Good," he thought.  He took the leashes and reattached

them to her nipple decorations.  He decided to leave the other

chain off.  His thoughts were that the chains just didn't look

right with the corset.



     "On your knees, girl," he commanded.  Ally got off the bed and

couldn't help but land on her knees.  The boat was pitching in

three foot seas now,  She dropped to her knees more because of

the rocking deck than from her own volition.  Alex took the last

item, a blindfold.  Ally balked.  She started groaning franticly

and held up her hands in an attempt to stop him.  "Put your

hands down!  Don't make me use force."  She dropped her hands.

He could see tears start to flow.  "It'll be OK."  She raised her

head and pushed her face toward the blindfold in an act of

submission.  The black leather blindfold was applied.  It had

two bulges on the inside that gently pressed against the eyelids,

thus preventing Ally from looking out the bottom of the

blindfold.  "Follow me."



     Alex took the leashes and pulled Ally along.  He led her up

the stairs at the stern and brought her up on deck.  The sun had

been up an hour or so.  Alex could see the island in the distance.

"Kneel up Ally.  I can see the island.  We'll be landing shortly."



     Ally took up the position.  She placed her hands behind her

head spread her knees wide.  Alex saw this then continued, "I

expect you to behave as I've taught you.  You'll be marching

blind.  Remember the leash commands and do as you were

taught.  When you are not marching you are to stand perfectly

still with your chin raised in tribute.  And don't let the leashes

go slack!"



     Ally groaned to acknowledge his commands.  She was now

totally under his control.  The island was near.  Oh, how she

wished she could see it.  She could barely hear the surf

pounding over the engines' roar.  She could smell the sea.

Memories of her father returned.  Thirty minutes later she

heard the engine noise reduce.  They were there....



So ends part 3.  Part 4 will detail Ally's introduction to 'Island

Life.'

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