The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella
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				Title: <strong>The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:30:12</strong>
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				The maitre de led Jessica to the table she and Liam shared every month for their dinners and she sat down, ordering a glass of white wine. After he left, she pulled the barette from her hair, her tresses falling in soft waves down her back. She felt oddly nervous tonight and she didn't know why. If she were honest, she truly did. Somehow she was going to have to find the way to ask Liam for a huge favor. She only hoped her request didn't destroy their friendship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:58:06</strong>
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				Liam had been running late that night. While he was usually the one to make it to the restaurant first, having drinks ordered and waiting on the table, tonight had presented him with more than a few impediments to a timely entrance. Veronica had been raving, complaining that, no matter how much money he brought in, there would never be enough for her "dream wedding." He'd always enjoyed his dinner's with Jessica, looking forward to them for more than the considerable quantities of new fashions she ordered from him, but tonight, Liam was even more expectant than usual.<br><br>When his fiance was in one of her fits, nothing soothed him more than catching up with Jessica. With that in mind, he rushed into the restaurant, brushing past the hostess with a hasty explanation and rounding the corner to find Jessica at their usual table. After a moments pause and a warm smile, he walked to the table with a more casual gait, sitting down with a sigh and the simple phrase, "Sorry I'm late . . ."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 05:02:12</strong>
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				Jessica smiled at him, "I've only been here a few moments myself. One of those days all around, I guess." The waiter appeared with his drink and the two menus. "I hope it wasn't your boss holding you up though. If he was, that can only mean he's running behind in production which would mean our big advertising plan will blow up in our faces."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 05:16:21</strong>
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				Liam just took his drink, and his head, in hand, closing his eyes for a moment in a vain attempt to relax himself. After a few seconds and a deep breath, he opened his eyes to say, "If only . . ., the exasperation obvious in his words. For a moment, it seemed as if he would continue, but another sigh rid him of the tension.<br><br>A few sips of his drink later, he began the usual dinner jargon, saying in his best imitation of a sales pitch, "So, have you taken a look through the new fall line-up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 05:19:15</strong>
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				"I did, it's wonderful as always. I'm preparing a large order tomorrow so watch for my email. That one dress though...the short one with the leather and chains...looks like Vega is trying to catch some of the BD/SM market. Is this a new direction for him?" Jessica asked casually, sipping her wine. "It would be perfect to wear to one of those clubs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 05:42:59</strong>
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				Jessica's comment caught Liam mid-sip, forcing him to take a none-to-subtle pause in the middle of enjoying his extraordinarily dry merlot. He'd done his best to forget the night of that college party, but much to his chagrin, he'd never been able to shake the memories. Now, as he looked Jessic in the eyes over the lip of his wine glass, he couldn't help but wonder where this had come from.<br><br>A wry smile crossed his face while he coastered his drink, as if reminiscing with mixed feelings, before admitting, "I'm afraid I'm not privy to logic behind Vega's design decisions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 05:48:35</strong>
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				"Ah, well, just something I'll keep my eye on. I'm going to see how it does in the stores, the girls into the Goth scene will love it. I'm just not certain how much of that look I can get by with." She took another sip of her wine, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush she could feel creeping up on her cheeks. She hadn't thought about that college party in years, not until Sam left her, and she found herself wondering if she was looking for the wrong thing in a man. Jessica took in Liam's expression, wondering how receptive he would be to her proposal after all. He did have a professional reputation to uphold and there was his fiancee to consider.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 06:01:55</strong>
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				Despite the bustle about the dining area, their table seemed to be plagued by uncomfortable silence. Liam found his eyes unconsciously searching the background for their waiter, hoping that the timely intervention of their order would do something to break the unexpected, unspoken tension. Finally, he gave up on that and refocused on Jessica, recovering enough of his composure to lean back in his chair reply, "Well, the mainstream of fashion has become so indistinct that it's impossible to ignore any subculture now . . ."<br><br>At first, Liam seemed determined to avoid bringing up old times, but in the space of a breath and before he could think otherwise, he'd determined to quip, " . . . and it isn't you that has to wear them . . . If memory serves, it wasn't ever a style you seemed interested in pursuing."
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 06:08:44</strong>
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				Jessica gave him a small smile. "I was thinking more in the lines of what will sell in the store. Most of the teens don't have the money to shop there and their mothers might be a little...uncomfortable...buying that sort of fashion." She took a deep breath. The best way to do this was just to come out and ask. "Liam. I need a huge favor. And I do mean huge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 06:18:16</strong>
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				Liam just chuckled, saying with a knowing smile, "Mothers are always uncomfortable with the clothes their kids wear . . . but they wear them nonetheless" It was a something that people in fashion always had to contend with. The clash between the sensibilities of the last generation and trends of the new produced a fine line to walk . . . one between offending those with money and turning away those with style.<br><br>Her next statement, however, was met with a slightly more serious response, as Liam found it difficult to joke in the face of such obvious nervousness.<br><br>"I know you wouldn't ask if you didn't really need something . . . so go on, tell me." Maybe Liam should have known better. Maybe he was inviting trouble. Maybe he had no idea what he was getting into. Still, it was Jessica, and he'd never been able to turn her down . . . not since college, at least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 06:27:42</strong>
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				"I'll understand completely if you turn me down, but I want to...experiment with something. And you are the only person in the world that I would trust with my life," Jessica explained. "My love life is non-existent and I think that I may be looking for the wrong things in a man and a relationship. So I've been thinking..." She paused to drain her glass. "That I want to explore BD/SM, but you know me, I have to do everything to the Nth degree. So. What I would like...what I need is for you to kidnap me for a week, tie me up and basically treat me like a slave. A bondage slave." Jessica had just finished speaking, a slow blush creeping up her neck when the waiter appeared with their food and new drinks. She glanced at her napkin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 06:46:06</strong>
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				Liam was caught unprepared, his mouth hanging slightly open while his fingers curled about the stem of his glass, lacking the strength to pick it up and take a sip. For a moment, his eyes just stayed locked on the wine, small ripples still making their way from the center to the outer rim. Soon enough, though, he took back eye contact and moved as if to speak . . . before stopping again to recollect himself. For a few moments, it seemed as if every time he'd open his mouth to reply, something stopped, forcing him to reconsider. <br><br>Eventually, though he managed to start speaking, sputtering a bit as he said, "That's . . . . that's kind of a tall order . . ." Liam gestured slightly with his free hand, continuing in a barely coherent manner, &nbsp;I mean . . . what brought this on . . . I've got Veronica . . . I can't just disappear . . . a week . . . how am I even supposed to manage something like this?" He wasn't even sure what he was asking . . . but, then again, he wasn't sure Jessica knew either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 06:52:37</strong>
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				"I know it is. It's really asking a lot and putting a lot on our friendship. Like I said, I completely understand if you say no. I'm just...hesitant...to hire a stranger to hold my life in their hands." She sighed softly, tracing her finger over the rim of her glass. "It was like something inside me died and then was reborn when Sam walked away. Like something untapped was just waiting to get out. And then I started reading some books that had that sort of thing in it and my imagination sort of took off. I'm tired of having nothing but work, of being alone. There wouldn't be any sex involved, I'm not looking for that just yet. And I know I could go to one of those clubs, but they seem so public...and if I'm going to test the waters, so to speak, I want it to be more private."<br><br>She stared up at the ceiling. "I'm absolutely mortified now, I apologize for putting you on the spot like that. Just...forget I mentioned it, I'll find another way to try it out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 07:07:35</strong>
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				Liam finally managed to stop babbling enough to hear her out, his eyes locking with hers while his lips curled into an ever more pensive, unsettled frown. He'd only just mustered the resolve to reply when a waiter appeared at the table's side, asking politely whether or not they were ready to order . . . but a single, aggravated look from the gentleman sent him packing with a awkward smile.<br><br>When his attention had returned to his dinner date, he managed, without decorum, to spit out, "You . . . you're really serious about this?" It was the stupid kind of question people asked when they were confronting something uncomfortable, the kind of rhetorical pleading they only pulled out when they were begging for it to be a joke, some kind of cruel prank or dream that they could wake up from, but even as the words passed his lips, Liam knew it was a fruitless waste of breath.<br><br>With head cradled in a tired hand, he said into his wine glass, "Just how, exactly, is this supposed to work?" His fingers were toying gently with his hair, trying to wrap his head around the idea the way he wrapped his short tresses about his finger.<br><br>"I mean . . . just how do you expect me to be able do this for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 14:37:17</strong>
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				Jessica glanced up and nodded, "I am. I'm very serious." Her stomach felt all aflutter now and she was nearly ready to crawl into a hole. She could tell she had upset Liam and was praying their friendship was still on steady ground. "Basically the idea is that at some point wiithout warning me, whoever I hire would grab me off of the street. Basically kidnap me. I would be taken to some undisclosed point, tied up and gagged. Tormented and handled like a bondage slave. The only stipulation would be no sex. I would only want to do that with whoever ended up being my Master, should I decide I like the whole style. It would last about a week and I would be kept on the very edge, not knowing if I would be freed at the end of the week or not." She sighed once more. "II only know that the whole hearts and flowers or dinner and a movie thing isn't working for me."<br><br>Jessica shifted in her chair. "I don't know, I didn't think through how you would disappear for a week. I suppose it wouldn't be inconceivable for me to be left tied up and alone in the unknown location while you went to work or spent time with Veronica. Perhaps it's a better idea for me to hire someone after all."
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				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:13:04</strong>
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				Liam was massaging his temples now, his hand quivering slightly even as he reached for his glass of wine. Before he could drink, however, words began spilling out of his mouth as if by some other volition, coming in a rough string of barely coherent phrases.<br><br>"Jess . . . how am I supposed to . . . I mean, I have Veronica to look after . . . my wedding's in no more than three months . . . you expect me to keep you, provide for everything, for a week?"<br><br>His mouth continued to flap quietly to itself, as if it wasn't done speaking despite his mind having no words left to say. Eventually, however, Liam stopped, managing to take his body under control and stop the shaking that had compromised everything. In a moment, he pushed his chair back loudly, its legs sliding with loud protest over the restaurants impeccable wooden floor. He brought himself upright, standing with none of the shakiness, but all of the tension, that his body had been possessed by a few seconds ago. Liam's right hand withdrew his wallet, fingers fumbling to draw forth the money he needed, and after giving up, he simply left a jumble of scattered bills on the table . . . enough to cover their drinks, at least.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Jessica, but there's . . . . there's just no damn way I can do this . . ." Even as he said it, he was already leaving, rushing past his favorite dinner date on the way out of the building and into the street . . .
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:28:43</strong>
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				Jessica let her head drop, trying not to tear up. After all, she had known it was a long shot and she certainly didn't blame him at all. She added more money, hoping it was enough to cover the meals they had ordered. She ignored the stares of the other patrons as she hurried from the restaurant, her heart aching. She knew well and good she had just lost her very best friend and she berated herself for even approaching the subject with him as she rushed out the door and toward the parked cars, forgetting the valet had her keys.<br><br>Then she spotted Liam and she headed in direction. "I'm sorry, Liam," she said, looking and sounding like a broken rag doll. "I shouldn't have asked you. It was wrong, too much for our friendship. Please don't hate me," she added and then turned away.
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				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:38:24</strong>
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				Liam had stopped just outside the restaurant, propping himself up against a lonely streetlight. He just needed some time to think, and he was so buried in those ramblings of the brain that, when Jessica caught up to him, he payed her almost no mind, returning only a halfhearted shake of his head to show that he'd heard her. Maybe he should have gone after her . . . hell, he was kicking himself for not going after her, but he just couldn't . . . not right now.<br><br>Instead, after he watched her walk away for a moment, he turned, walking fast in the other direction, ready to let only fatigue and his own confusion slow him down. He needed to think, and to do that, Liam needed to be free of all the people he was thinking about . . .
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:42:52</strong>
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				Her shoulders slumped, Jessica barely had the presence of mind to get her car keys from the valet. She gave him a hefty tip to just let her get her car herself. She slid in behind the steering wheel and leaned her forehead against it. Jessica wouldn't allow herself to cry...not here where she could be seen. That would have to wait until she was home..or at least somewhere not surrounded by people. She called herself every form of stupid as she started the car and headed for home.
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				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:57:18</strong>
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				Liam didn't know where he was going, but his feet kept pulling him forward, drawing him towards some undefined destination one, rolling step after another. It was that time of year when things had first begun to chill down at night, and he found that he needed to pull his coat tightly around himself to keep out the breeze. A lot of things were going through his head, and it was hard to sort them all out at times, the memories colliding with each other and getting jumbled as he tried to sort out his thoughts.<br><br>Liam remembered the way he'd begun to work with Jessica . . . a meeting that had come as quite the surprise after they'd separated in college. He remembered the way they'd sat awkwardly at those first few meetings before finding they could just talk . . . before realizing they could be friends again. Most of all, he remembered meeting Veronica, how he'd wanted her from the moment he'd seen her. She reminded him, after all, of such good times . . .<br><br>Eventually, his uneasy steps came to a stop, landing him in front of a rather dark boutique. He wasn't quite sure how far he'd come, or even if he'd be able to retrace his steps if he decided to turn around, but it felt like he'd been walking for hours . . . and it probably had been. Now, despite the glare from the streetlight, he peered into the window. What he saw forced him to reconsider just what his old friend had asked him for. She wanted him, was begging him, to take her, to keep her, to play with her and to have her all to himself. He'd have been lying to himself if he'd tried to say the thought wasn't . . . exciting . . . and, fortunately, he didn't try to.<br><br>Without really knowing what he was doing, his hand withdrew a cellphone from his coat pocket, flipping it open and dialing without ever taking his eyes from the cool glass. When the ringing eventually stopped, he said only one thing through the line to Jessica . . .<br><br>"Alright, I'd do it . . . but I have some conditions . . ."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:02:31</strong>
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				Jessica sat huddled on her bed,&nbsp; her knees pulled up to her chin as she typed on the computer. Surely there had to be information on who to go to when one needed something like this done. She jumped, startled, when her cell phone rang. She wiped away a tear when she heard Liam's voice. And he was saying...he'd agreed to...."What sort of conditions?" she inquired softly, knowing she would probably agree to most anything he wanted. She just wanted to experience...to feel...to live....
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				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:39:24</strong>
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				"Times are tough . . . I'm going to have a family to support soon, and Veronica's going on and on about her perfect wedding ceremony . . ."<br><br>His voice continued on, wearily, "I just can't afford to take a week off of work right now, and even if I could, this favor is awfully risky for me." Liam forced himself to take in one more deep breath, a final reserve to help him with the demand he needed to make. Finally, he spoke, his words coming full and strong, confident in the assertions they were making, "I'm going to need 50,000 dollars from you . . . otherwise, I just can't risk it."<br><br>A moment after letting that bomb drop, he continued, "And I'll need a small, discretionary fund from you . . . something to use to pay for the week's expenses . . ."
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:45:48</strong>
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				Jessica barely blinked. It wasn't like she hadn't been planning on paying him...or whomever she hired. And wouldn't a week of what she wanted to do worth $50,000...plus? She sucked in a breath. "Consider it done," she said on her release of breath. "I hadn't gotten so far this evening as to mention I&nbsp; had been planning on paying...and it would probably cost a whole lot more through as stranger. I'm considering it my big vacation, so to speak," she added. Then Jessica managed a small smile that came through in her voice. "How big is the wedding getting?"
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				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 18:55:42</strong>
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				She'd acquiesced, and though it didn't sound, Liam breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he could've, should've asked for more . . . but at this stage, he couldn't risk her saying no. Besides, maybe it wouldn't matter . . .<br><br>"It's getting larger than I can handle . . . and closer, too." His voice rang with a kind of nervous honesty given only to a close friend.<br><br>"Jess . . . you know my account information, so forward the money to me and I'll . . . I'll get things ready." Even now, Liam couldn't bring himself to speak aloud of his plan, of what his friend, his old girlfriend, was paying him to do. Somewhere in the back of his head, though, Liam was thinking to himself, <em>people leave for vacation all the time and just never come back . . . some people decide they like the vacation more . . .</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 19:02:18</strong>
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				"I'll have it wired over tomorrow. Now, for my few requests," Jessica added. "I don't wish to know when you are going to grab me, and however you tie me, I want it to be inescapable. I trust you implicitly, but I want to be handled the way a real bondage slave is. Except for the sex. As I said, I want to reserve that for whoever becomes my Master, should I decide this is the right route for me." She took another deep breath. "And don't let me talk you into releasing me early. No matter what. I don't wish to be able to say no, I don't want a way out for this week." <br><br>She smiled again, "This should help you relax from the wedding things as well. A break from all of that, something you need. And thank you so much, Liam."
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				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 19:07:26</strong>
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				Liam only grunted in affirmation. Her list of requests worked well enough for him, and as she finished talking, he only said, "Then I suppose the next time I see you . . ." before hanging up, bringing their conversation to an abrupt halt. Then, in the cool, night air, he said to himself in a hushed tone, " . . . you won't see me."
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 19:12:38</strong>
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				Jessica trembled with anticipation as she ended the call on her end. Even her toes tingled with excitement.<br><br><br><br>A Saturday morning, a few weeks later:<br><br>Jessica had stopped feeling like she was walking on pins and needles and had nearly stopped looking over her shoulder every where she went. Yet she couldn't stop the small tingle deep within her as she wondered if this would be the day. Her work at the office was completely caught up and her boss had gladly given her several weeks off since she had vacation time saved up. And the fall and winter clothing lines were set and ordered in. She inhaled the early Autumn air and huddled in her coat as she hurried from the dry cleaner to her car. Her next stop would be the post office.<br><br>She drove a few blocks and pulled into the further most parking space, one that all of the customers avoided since it was so far from the door. It was the one small thing she was doing consistently to make it easy for Liam. Jessica had also closely inspected this area and there were no employee entrances nor security cameras on this part of the building. She had checked for this at every place she frequented, as she did not want Liam to get in any sort of trouble. Then she left her car and made her way up and around to the front doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:46:20</strong>
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				The trek up to the post office passed peacefully, and Jessica entered the building unmolested. It was a slow day, so even before she'd finished her transition from the outside stuffiness to the indoor, climate controlled room, she was at the front of the line, a middle-aged man already waiting at the counter, ready to help her, his uniform shirt rumpled from lounging about with nothing to do for most of the day. The few other customers payed no mind, preoccupied as they were with their own myriad business, as the counter-man unsubtly looked Jessica up and down, leering from behind his workstation.<br><br>Spying that she wore no wedding ring, he said in a voice so laden with sweetness that it was patently disturbing, "Can I help you, miss?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:49:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's eyebrow arched ever so slightly. She pulled a post office postcard from the outside pocket of her purse and handed it to him. "Yes, I have a package to pick up." She gave no other outward appearance that his behavior was disturbing. His reaction was typical for when she wore her hair loose, for some reason, but she hadn't felt like pulling it back in any way today. "It's sort of quiet in here for a Saturday morning," she observed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 22:59:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The slightly rotund man's fingers went to work on the keyboard, using her package notification to track down her parcel, saying as he searched, "Yeah . . . but it happens every so often . . . sometimes things are just slow." A small smile flashed across the man's face when her mail record came up, disappearing before he turned to the shelves behind him, quickly locating a fishing out a small box wrapped carefully in standard brown packing paper and tied with twine. <br><br>Plopping it down onto the counter, the postal worker kept his hand atop it, the other working the mouse and confirming order details, until his eyes rose to meet Jessica's.<br><br>"Actually, the computer says you received two packages . . . I'll need you to come with me back into the warehouse to sign off on the other one . . . it seems to be a big'un." With that, he pushed her first box across the counter towards her, leaving it in front of her before gesturing towards the warehouse door and showing her back through the stacks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica couldn't imagine what the large package would be...so large she would need to go in the warehouse. She wasn't even certain how she would get it home. She picked up the smaller package and followed him through the sorting area to the warehouse section. Jessica looked around in interest, having never seen the workings of a post office before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He led her back through the stacks and shelves, waddling past several other employees busy searching through what appeared to be a horrifically disorganized mess until, finally, they arrived at one of the back rows. There, he ushered her down the aisle of cardboard and rough lumber shelves towards the other end where, with the aid of a small red dolly, he wheeled forth a large black box, roughly half the height of your average person and about as wide. Despite the objects height and girth, he shuttled it with relative ease, letting it come to rest just before Jessica.<br><br>The container, aside from it's size, bore several other distinctive features which set it apart from the other contents of the surrounding shelves. One of it's large sides was actually the lid, held in place by a pair of sturdy steel hinges and held shut by a simple latch that had been left unlocked. Furthermore, just inches above said latch, a small, plain card sat tucked inside the lid, its corner sticking out obviously.<br><br>Before Jessica had the chance to examine anything, however, the rotund mail-man cursed under his breath, "Shit . . . I'll be right back . . . I wasn't supposed to leave the counter unattended." A second later, he'd rushed off the way they came, hurrying faster on his stubby legs than anyone might have thought possible, and leaving Jessica alone with her two deliveries.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica spotted the card as she inspected the box with confusion. She slipped it from it's envelope and found it said, "Open us." Us? It must have meant both of the packages. She opened the smaller one first, disposing of the twine and the wrapping paper in a nearby trash can and then she tugged on the lid of the larger box until she finally exerted enough force to pry it open.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the twine came undone, the paper unfolding about the package easily, it was revealed to be a white box as plain as its wrapping. Removing the lid, however, revealed more shocking contents. Within its four walls rested three items laying haphazardly entangled with each other. The first of them was a cheap, but thick, black blindfold of the variety one would wear to bed. The cloth was cheap and scratchy, but thick enough to keep her eyes closed on very, very blind. The second item was more unusual, but still an article Jessica was probably familiar with. In the middle of a long, black, buckling strap, easily and inch wide, rested a large, red, rubber ball, at least two inches in diameter, even though it remained slightly pliable and soft enough to squish slightly. <br><br>The last item, however, was something far more familiar to her and intimately tied to her past. The bottom of the package held a simple pair of steel handcuffs, pristine and shining, but unmistakably the same pair that she'd once worn for a few moments in college.<br><br>The big black box, on the other hand, held nothing . . . except for a small stoop built low to it's bottom, suitable for sitting on should someone be locked inside. Before Jessica could examine any of it more closely, however, the metal of a barrel, cold even through the clothes on her back, was pressed against her, just between the shoulder blades, while a terse voice whispered in a hushed, harsh tone, "Put it all on, hands behind your back . . . and don't make a sound." As the words reached her ears, the unquestionable sound of a hammer being pulled back and a gun cocking echoed through Jessica's ears, lending urgency and unquestionable authority to the command.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 23:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's heart stopped when she felt the barrel of the gun. She swallowed any sound she might make and nodded obediently. She set the box on the stoop inside of the bigger box, her heart pounding now that it was beating again. She withdrew the gag first and forced it into her mouth, pulling the straps tight and buckling it behind her head. No easy feat with the way her hands shook. Now she didn't have to worry about making any sound since the ball was firmly in place and would block anything more than a squeak or a small moan.<br><br>Next were the handcuffs, which she secured one of the bracelets on her left wrist before putting the blindfold on. She hadn't felt the gun move from her back, but hopefully he wouldn't shoot her since she was complying with every demand. Fumbling behind her in her now dark world, she found the other bracelet which she fastened on her right wrist. They were tight enough to pull her arms firmly back and not allow much room for movement. Then she stood stock still, blind and mute, unable to defend herself, and breathing heavily. The position of her arms caused the soft swell of her breasts to become more pronounced.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 02:11:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Jessica's restraints were firmly in place, his arm wrapped about her midsection, pulling her towards him until she stood flat against him. Her assailant brought the gun around, letting the cold steel of the barrel's length brush against her face, delighting in the way she feared it. Finally, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I think you'll fetch a good price . . ." His hand rummaged quickly through her purse, sounding victory to the girl with a jingle when it emerged with her keys.<br><br>With that, the man walked his captive towards the empty black box she'd received, and taking a handful of her hair in his grip, forced her down and into it, all the while the gun reminding her that any trouble would result in a very unhappy resolution. To pack Jessica into the box, it was necessary for her to sit on the little stoop, her legs folded up in front of her while her neck was forced to contort so her head didn't scrape against her new roof. With one last look at his prey, the man shut the door on her, closing the lid and latching it. The click of a padlock a moment later informed the occupant there would be no exit during this trip.<br><br>With his "package" acquired, the her captor simply tilted the dolly up and wheeled her straight out the back and out towards the victim's own car, where, with a little effort, he hefted the box up and into the trunk, latching it shut with a little chuckle. Seconds later, the engine rolled over, accompanying the sound of ignition, and the two rode away . . . one considerably more comfortable than the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 02:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's stomach dropped when she heard the padlock close on the door. Dear God, what if this wasn't Liam but some random...she grunted mutely as she tried to shift around in the box. The one thing she couldn't deny was how turned on she had been when she felt the cold steel on her cheek. She sat huddled in the box wondering how long she would be in it.<br><br>She decided she might as well pass the time, so she considered her predicament. Especially if it were not Liam but some stranger. Or a Master who had bought her. Her heart raced. Jessica decided she liked being muted. She might be burning on the inside to scream for release but she definitely wasn't going to be allowed to. The handcuffs were tighter than she had remembered, but she also knew there was a way to adjust the size, and apparently her captor had them set for tight. She liked that. She was nearly as vulnerable as a person could get with her arms uselessly pinned behind her, unable to scream for help and unable to see anything at all. She oofed when the box was jostled, probably on a pot hole...the town was riddled with them.<br><br>The only question remained was...was this Liam or had she been grabbed by a random stranger who intended to sell her off? She closed her eyes, imagining what she looked like with the gag, her arms restrained, but then additionally with a thick steel collar welded around her neck, her ankles hobbled and being led on a leash. Perhaps remaining blindfolded? Sweat beaded on her brow as she realized how much the idea enticed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's stolen car rattled over the city streets, and its driver made no attempt to spare his unwilling passenger from all the bumps and catches in the street. After what seemed like an eternity spent imprisoned in her own trunk, the car slowed to a stop, switched into reverse, and then came to a complete halt. It had been parked outside a delivery ramp that descended down into the basement of a building that loomed several stories above them, though its finish was old and worn and the windows almost all busted out or boarded up . . . not that any of that was in any way apparent to Jessica.<br><br>All the woman in the box would be able to sense was the unlatching of the trunk, the rough handling she received as it was hoisted out of the back, and myriad holes and catches it was dragged over on its way down the ramp, into the building, and down a few halls. Along the way, numerous doors swung open and shut and she received a fair bit of abuse from the bumpy ride, but once they'd reached their destination, it all came to a stop. The first sound was the nigh imperceptible unlocking of her prison, followed by the squeal of the hinges as it was pulled open, and before he even said a word, her captor had grabbed her shirt by the collar and tugged her from the crate she was transported in, letting her body sprawl across the floor while he dragged her into a small circle of light in the rooms center.<br><br>Finally, she felt his hands creep up her back before fiddling with the buckle at her neck, releasing the gag and removing it with a sharp pull, an action accompanied only by the words, "Nobody can hear you down here, so feel free to scream . . . this won't be a very good week for you either way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 04:33:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica worked her jaw, unused to having it in such a position for so long of a time. This man sounded nothing like Liam, she was almost certain she had been taken randomly. Still blindfolded, she twisted in the direction she had felt the voice had come from, her breathing heavy and uneven. "What are you going to do with me?" she asked, her voice husky from having been gagged for however long. She wondered where he had brought her, that no one would hear her. Her screams could be very loud.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man walked across the floor until he stood over Jessica, finally straddling her before squatting, bringing his face only inches away from her own. His eyes were locked on her blinded form, scrutinizing every inch of her face before he spoke the words, "I'm going to break you down . . ."<br><br>His breath blew into her face as he spoke, oddly cool and fresh in comparison to the obviously pervasive dank stuffiness of the rest of the room. Jessica's shoulders were taken roughly in hand, steadying her as lips drew close to her ear to whisper, " . . . and then I'm going to make you into the <em>perfect</em> bondage slave."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:08:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's lips formed a small o, her body trembling in his hold. "I...I see..." she said shakily. Remaining blindfolded was heightening her sensation of being vulnerable. He was in complete control and could do whatever he wished with her, there was no way for her to stop him. Except for a lucky kick with her foot, but she wouldn't do that. Not until she knew for certain this wasn't Liam. Her tongue darted across her upper lip. "May I inquire what that will entail? Becoming a perfect bondage slave, that is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:22:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whoever the man was, he slid about behind the woman till he was practically perched at her backside, one arm snaking its way about her waist to hold her tightly while the other took her by the neck, fingers wrapped firmly there, though he was careful not to squeeze. Still whispering, his voice came to her menacingly quiet, "It's really quite simple . . ."<br><br>The arm that had encircled Jessica tightened its grip, lifting up slightly so as to force her bosom even further outward, one finger drawing lazy circles in the soft flesh of her breasts.<br><br>"While you stay here, you <strong>will</strong> be subjected to various lessons . . . if you perform well and behave, your accommodations&nbsp; will improve and you will be treated with more <em>loving</em> care . . . but should you decide to misbehave or perform poorly in your trials . . . well, let's just say there are rooms far less comfortable than this one." He chuckled again, the air from his mouth tickling its way past her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica sucked in a breath and listened carefully as he spoke. She of course, having always been an overachiever, always strived to do the very best job that she could. But sometimes one didn't get it right straight off. "I'll certainly do my very best," she said softly yet with a slight squeak. "Of course, some things need practice before one gets them right," she added. Jessica worried her lower lip, hoping he wouldn't think she was trying to misbehave by saying that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:40:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course they do . . ." he said as he slowly rose to his full standing height. Jessica could here the clatter of chain in the background as it was reeled down from the ceiling from the pulley hanging above her head.<br><br>"So let's hope your punishments inspire you to practice and achieve quickly . . ." The words were merciless, dripping with venom and the very sincere promise of discipline and pain should his captive pet make the slightest misstep. With that, the chains were drawn further down, the hook that dangled at the end being looped about the links of Jessica's handcuffs before finally being secured.<br><br>Finally, as the electric crank whirred to life, her captor said coolly, "I'd stand up now, if I were you. Before he'd even finished the sentence, the machine began to wretch, hoisting the chain and the arms of the woman attached to the end up into the air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:46:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica awkwardly rose to her feet, her heart pounding again as her arms began to raise up into the air. Where was she? she wondered again.&nbsp; A meat locker of some sort. As her arms raised higher, the movement forced her to bend over at the waist and bringing her up on her toes. It was difficult to balance in such a position, especially when one was trying to do things blindly. She grunted softly from the unnatural position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 06:00:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The machine was switched off just in time to keep Jessica's arms from being pulled free of their sockets . . . not that the position she'd been forced into was much more comfortable for the luxury. All she could hear as the machine's guttural complaints died down was the quiet padding of her captor as he moved towards her once again, his hand delivering a quick, firm swat to her rear before coming to rest at the small of her back, tracing it's way up her spine, and finally skipping 'round her neck to find and grip her chin firmly, forcing her face to rise and meet his gaze, even though her's was still blinded by the rough cloth.<br><br>The rustling of a hand digging through a canvas bag could be heard somewhere to her side while he searched for some new implement of torment. Finally, his face lowered once again towards hers, saying, "Be a peach and warm this up for me," his familiarly fresh breath flooding her mouth and nostrils. Without giving Jessica the briefest chance to respond, his hand forced a very foreign intruder between her lips. As he probed her mouth with it, swirling it until it was coated in a liberal quantity of her spit, she eventually discerned the shape of the rubber penetrant. <br><br>With a kiss to the forehead that might have been cute if Jessica wasn't bound and helpless in the grips of a very possible madman, he removed the firm (but slightly plush) rubber dildo from her mouth, walking once again to her rear. With another swat to her nicely raised and vulnerable ass, he asked wryly, "So, Jessica, are you ready for your first lesson?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 06:09:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As if she were in any position to say no, Jessica thought wryly. Even though she was sightless, she had a fairly good idea of where he was and what he was about to do. She had never liked this sort of thing but if she was going to be a good bondage slave, she needed to learn everything. <br><br>Her body tensed up as she nodded, "Yes," she said on a whisper, then held her breath. She twisted her fingers together tightly and curled her toes into the front of her shoes. "I'm ready."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 06:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A more playful swat preceded his reply, "That's a good bitch . . . this will go so much better for you if you just accept what's coming." Jessica could feel her captor's hand groping around crotch, eventually finding and unfastening the the only barrier to his yanking down her pants.<br><br>What followed was an odd mix of caring, almost loving attention and violation. Her captor leaned over her, lips kissing at the nape of her neck and playing down her back, skipping over her clothes until they arrived at the exposed skin at the small of her back, all the while, the hard, rubber cock played between her legs, rubbing her through her panties even as his own stiff member pressed against the cheek of her ass through is pants. He let the dildo play atop her vulnerable sex, its textures massaging her clit, even through her underwear, as it passed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 15:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite being precariously balanced on her toes, Jessica shifted a bit, her entire body tingling. Her lips parted ever so slightly as she was teased. "Uhm..." she said softly, totally incapable of coherent thought. Her shoulders throbbed but she paid little attention to even that. Her attention was riveted on her captor and what he was doing. Her breath hitched slightly and then she panted for the merest of seconds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 02:42:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The rubber dildo continued to rub against her, teasingly close to entering her . . . were it not for the thin layer of cloth that still separated Jessica from its stiff head. At the sound of pleasure, the man who now possessed her applied just a tad more force, forcing the toy to penetrate her in the slightest of ways, the tip taking the crotch of Jessica's panties with it as it entered her without permission.<br><br>With his instrument only precariously held by her lips, the man stopped, saying to his new slave, "Now, hold that there fore me . . ." before taking his hand away . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 02:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As wobbly as she was on her toes, that was a difficult to follow order, but she did her best. She inhaled heavily, a dark need pumping through her. Jessica was starting to see already that this was what she needed. But she needed time, to see if she could deal with it on an ongoing basis. Her arms ached but she also knew she wouldn't be having the use of them anytime soon. She might as well get used to having them restrained behind her. Her knees clenched together and a soft little sound escaped her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 02:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's captor watched with a wicked smirk that she couldn't see, clearly enjoying the plight of the wobbly slave as she struggled to hold onto the instrument of her violation. His erection had grown slightly, still pressed into the soft flesh of her rear, and it pressured her even more as he leaned over, kissing her again softly at the nape of her neck before whispering, "Good girl . . . now try not to drop it . . ."<br><br>The meaning behind his mischievous advice became immediately apparent after he first placed one palm at the small of her back, pressing down only lightly to steady her, before bringing the other down hard in a sudden, snapping spank. Almost shouting, he followed up the delivery of her punishment by saying, "What do you say, slave?!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica cried out in surprise and very nearly lost the dildo from between her legs. How was she supposed to hold on to it if he was going to do that sort of thing to her? She was still trembling from the kiss and feeling his breath dance over her skin.<br><br>She thought quickly, thinking of the books she had read. "T...thank you, Master," she replied, uncertain if she should have been counting or thanking him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:34:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a good job, Jessica . . ." he said as he stroked her firm, well-rounded ass. In truth, she looked lovely, even while he held her in this vulnerable, painful position, and every cry of pain and pleasure she gave just made him want to continue, forcing his hand to deliver even greater torments.<br><br>The man's free hand once again took hold of the dildo she was fighting to keep hold of, and in a gesture that might have been punishment or reward, torqued it, twisting it slightly while driving it an inch deeper inside of her, pulling her panties tight around her as a possibly intended consequence.<br><br>"But . . ."<br><br>She could practically hear his hand as it rose above yet again, the stuffy room whistling slightly as his fingers flew through the air, all before descending with a smacking sound, delivering a slap just as hard as the last, though targeted towards her already soar behind.<br><br>"You forgot to count off!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica squeaked loudly as her entire body jolted. "I'm sorry, Master. Two, thank you&nbsp; Master," she said breathlessly. Her panting grew in intensity with the dildo pushed further in. A soft moan followed her words as her fingers flexed behind her, accidentally stroking his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 04:05:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers felt the soft cloth of his undershirt, also brushing lightly against the exposed skin just above it. With a small gesture, he leaned in to kiss her hand, his rather firm package again pressing strongly against her ever more tender behind.<br><br>Over the next few minutes, he delivered several more, resounding blows to her backside, playing over her skin with his hand and pushing the dildo ever further with each smack until most of its length was inside her. At this point, her underwear had needed to be pulled down to provide more cloth to be jammed up inside her now well lubricated tunnel.<br><br>Soon, however, he removed his instrument, pulling down both her underwear and pants with one, easy motion, and commanded in a more controlled voice, "Now, slave, step out of your bottoms." It brought him pleasure to see her fumble her way out before he snatched them both away, walking around her till she once again faced him . . . even if she couldn't tell.<br><br>His face leaned in until it was almost touching hers, and he whispered his question, "Did you enjoy your first lesson, Jessica?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 04:09:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica gasped when the colder air skimmed over her now exposed legs and sex. She blushed slightly, knowing he would see how wet she was. She was grateful for his steadying hand as she made her way out of them. "Y..yes, Master, I did," she admitted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 04:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good . . ." he said, quietly stroking her cheek, " . . . because it's time to make the first entry in our scapbook . . ."<br><br>With that, Jessica's own used panties were crammed hastily into her mouth, the wad of cloth, wet with both her juices and her own saliva, forced past her teeth. In a similarly swift motion, her blindfold was yanked down over her mouth to hold the wet mass inside, though a bit of cloth still hung embarrassingly from underneath it. Before the captive could even adjust to sight, the bright flash of a camera blinded her yet again, capturing her in all her disheveled, abused, and sensually bound glory.<br><br>Finally, as the lens flare faded from her still adjusted eyes, Jessica was treated to a view of her captor, and Liam stood before her . . . though he looked distinctly unlike the man she usually sat down to dinner with. Where dealer from whom she bought the latest fashions kept himself the picture of a professional, his clean dress shirts starched, his medium length hair slicked or combed back, and any facial hair shaved, or at the very least neatly trimmed . . . this man wore his shirt open, exposing the wife-beater below, while his suit pants and jacket were absent, traded instead for dirty looking jeans, and finally, his face bore stubble indicative of a week or two of no grooming.<br><br>With a wily grin, he said, "When next I see you . . ." and in the same voice of her captor . . . of himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 04:38:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's knees very nearly gave out from beneath her. She made a muffled sound as her gaze settled on Liam. Her old friend Liam. While he'd always been attractive, the way he presented himself right now...he was completely masculine and sexy. And commanding. She relaxed, knowing she wasn't in the hands of some crazed lunatic but never in a million years had she imagined Liam would take so to the role of her captor.<br><br>Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath, further straining the buttonholes on her blouse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 04:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam turns the camera's digital display towards his still bound captive, letting her get a good look at just how much of a bondage slut she looks like on film. Then, setting it to the side, he gets down on his knees till his nose is practically rubbing against Jessica's, staring her in the eye a good long moment before saying, "You look relieved to see me . . ." While one hand cupped her chin, the other reached down to the first button of her blouse, popping it with a light pull . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 04:59:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"'iam...ah am..." she said, the words garbled as they passed around the gag. "'ought it ight be a adman ater all," she managed. (<em>translation: I am. Thought it might be a madman after all</em> Jessica gasped softly when the button popped off of her shirt. "Unhhhhh...." she moaned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:07:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her old friend smiled as he lifted his other hand to Jessica's face, now using them both to hold her by the cheeks and keep her eyes locked on his.<br><br>"It might be a little too soon to be so happy to see me . . ." he said, kissing his old flame lightly on the forehead before once again matching stares with her.<br><br>"This week is still going to be quite rough . . ." One hand again descended to her blouse, though this time, it toyed inside her shirt, fingering her breast slowly before popping off the next button.<br><br>"And I meant what I sad when I grabbed you . . ." Liam's eyes narrowed to wicked slits while he held her face and kissed the blindfold that now held her gag in place.<br><br>"I think you'll fetch a great price!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:18:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's breath caught again, feeling her nipple come to attention when he toyed with her breast. She hadn't expected the week to be anything but rough,&nbsp; even if she hadn't realized that Liam was so knowledgeable about bondage and training. Her eyes widened when he again mentioned her bringing a good price. Was he actually doing something like this on the side? Her entire body trembled but she wasn't certain it was all fear. What better entry into this world then to be sold off to someone she didn't know, never to be seen again? It wasn't like she would be able to say no...in fact, she had asked to be gagged...alot...so she couldn't back out. Ultimately it came down to the fact that she couldn't imagine Liam selling her off to the highest bidder. Yet, this was a side of him she didn't know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam took it all in, enjoying the way she quivered from a mix of fear, excitement, and the cold. The hand that had been busy with her shirt reached down her length until it reached her sex, cupping it to gauge the heat before Liam said, "You're actually excited by the idea, aren't you?"<br><br>He stood up then, looming tall enough that Jessica would have had to crane her neck and look almost straight up to have kept eye contact, his thumb rubbing perspiration from her cheek before moving to pat her head . . . and leaving her face level with his still swollen package.<br><br>"I'm not sure what you expected dear . . . it's not like slaves get to chose their masters . . . they wouldn't be slaves if they did."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 05:37:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica thought about that for a moment, her gaze focused on what she could see of him, excited about the idea that she had caused him to be swollen. She nodded in response to his first question.&nbsp; Then she thought about the second thing he said. "I on't o. I u ose ay don. <em>translation: I don't know. I suppose they don't.</em> Maybe he was going to see how the week went and if she took to this, he would sell her.<br><br>So far, she had discovered she liked not being in control, not being in charge. And so far, she liked this being bound. And she had never felt so sexy, even with her own underpants shoved into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 07:31:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it . . ."<br><br>As he spoke, he pulled another item from the bag to his side, dangling it in front of his helpless captive. It was a collar, and a fine one, by the looks of it. Constructed from a dark brown, stiff leather and built with layers put together with tight black stitches, it was a beautiful creation. So, brooking no resistance, Liam quickly moved to fasten it around Jessica's neck, the click of a small padlock sounding its finality as it snapped into place. Next, he tugged at the leash to make sure it's locking joint held tightly to the collar before looping it through his belt and moving on to other affairs.<br><br>Reaching above her, his hands worked quickly to untangle the chain from her handcuffs, releasing from the strict strappado she'd been kept in since her arrival. With Jessica's hands no longer suspended above her, he gave a short, instructive yank of her leash and bid she follow him as he walked off towards one of the small room's four walls.<br><br>Once there, he stopped, looking her up and down before saying, "You've had a long first day . . . so I think I'll be putting you to bed now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 13:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What a strange yet somehow exciting concept, Jessica thought as he led her on the leash. Her body still tingled as some feelings of relaxation swept through her arms and shoulders. The sound of the padlock fastening on the back of the collar had nearly undone her. She felt much like a puppy in training as she followed him. Her gaze swept the wall she was being taken to and she wondered what being put to bed entailed. Her whole situation felt strangely erotic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 15:36:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though it was dark, Jessica could make out the whole wall. It was a large, seamless, and blank structure, completely unadorned save for one hook high up on its surface.<br><br>Liam gave a short tug on the leash to bring the new pet back to the present and closer to him. With a wide gesture of his hand, he said, "You'll be sleeping here . . ." pointing to the empty floor.<br><br>"You haven't earned a bed yet . . . even a slut-puppy's, so you'll make do with the floor, for now" As if that weren't the worst news, his lips curled into a slightly sinister smile, and Liam couldn't resist pawing at her, groping her face and breasts, before saying, "Also . . . you've lost the right to your name . . . you don't get to be Jessica anymore . . . the only names you have a right to be called are slave and bitch."<br><br>He paused to watch her reaction, hoping to take in all her new feelings and savor their misery.<br><br>"Why so quiet, slave?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 04:34:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica eyed up the hook up on the wall. "ut's e ook or?" she inquired, eying the floor woefully. That would be an awfully hard bed. "Ot e-ica? Ave or itch?" She thought about the names for a moment. Yes, that was in line with lots of the books she had read. A zing of excitement shot through her veins. Her body trembled as he fondled her breasts and her back arched ever so slightly, pressing them into his hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 04:58:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam enjoyed watching Jessica quiver under his touch . . . so much so that he tugged at her leash and took her buy the shoulder, spinning her body round as she was pulled toward him till she landed with her back resting comfortably against his surprisingly strong chest . . . her hands just happening to fall over his still erect member, contained by his pants though it was.<br><br>One hand handled her tit roughly, grabbing it without care for her comfort before proceeding to pinch, prod, and squeeze. The other hand took the leash in hand while his lips whispered, "The hook, bitch . . ." Distracting her with his attentions, he tied his end of her lead to the hook, looping and knotting it tightly before bringing his other hand to bear on her chest and finishing his answer, " . . . is to keep you tethered here for the night . . . can't have you trying to run away, can I?"<br><br>As he continued to explore her feminine curves, curves he'd been denied since college, he asked a question that had been nagging at him for a while now, "How do your juices taste, slave?" He wanted to know so many things, to ask her so many questions, but for now, he contented himself with exacerbating her degradation, confident that he'd have plenty of time to plumb the poor woman's mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 05:17:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's eyes widened slightly. Tethered to a wall like a dog to a stake! But instead of being angered, she was excited.&nbsp; Her fingers flexed, stretching and rubbing over the swell in his jeans. One thing she had already decided, she liked being treated roughly. Sweetness and light just wouldn't do. Her head tilted back as a low moan escape her. "ik oney...eet...angy..." she managed to say, her own words surprising her.&nbsp; Somehow it didn't seem like it should be right but it felt right. Like it was almost what she deserved.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 05:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After her fingers began to play over his tumescent cock, Liam allowed himself to enjoy it for a moment . . . before retaliating harshly. His hands already playing with her breasts, he quickly took her nipples in hand and pinched, hard, rolling them between pointer and thumb for a moment before reapplying pressure in full.<br><br>"Don't get frisky, bitch . . . I never gave you permission to touch me." Jessica, before all this had begun, before he'd taken her from her life and imprisoned her as a bound and gagged slave to be, had insisted on no sex during this week of bondage, and Liam intended to hold to that agreement. She wouldn't get his cock . . . not yet, and he'd be damned if he let her cum. No, by the end of this week, she'd be enslaved, and only when she begged him through her gag, moaning, groaning, and "mmmphing" through whatever he chose to fill her mouth with it, would he give her anything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 05:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I orry, a'er," Jessica apologized through the gag, her fingers curling into the palms of her hands. Indeed she was breaking her own rule, albeit accidentally. She shifted her head ever so slightly as a lock of hair dropped over her eye. Her gaze fell once more on her tethered leash, another tremble of excitement shooting through her even though she was a tad bit frightened, being in such a position.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 05:57:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The leash had enough slack in it to let Jessica lay her head down, but not much more, and in the back of Liam's head, the thought of her writhing on the floor of that dark basement room was . . . arousing, to say the least. He enjoyed being able to play with her, having her body vulnerable to any delight he imagined, but for now, he'd have to restrain himself. She wasn't his yet, and he still hadn't entirely dismissed the idea of selling her off, even if it was less than favorable.<br><br>Finally, Liam managed to release her from his grip, difficult though it was to take his hands from her luscious breasts . . . breasts that had belonged to him, once upon a time. Walking about her, he took his slave's face in hand one more time, kissing her neck, cheek, and, finally, gag passionately for a few moments before looking her in the eye to say, "Sleep tight, slave . . . tomorrow's another day, and I have so much in store for you."<br><br>With that, he turned from her and walked from the room, sparing her one last glance before closing the door, the sound of a latch closing on the outside all his pet could here. For a moment, he leaned against the door, wishing he could be there to watch her struggle, to watch her writhe in her bonds and sample her despair as she gave up and drifted off to sleep. Alas, he had other things to do . . . not the least of which was paying a visit to his fiance, the woman he was supposed to marry in just over two months' time. Still, he couldn't help but feel he'd rather be here, watching over Jessica rather than at the side of his incessant bride to be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 06:04:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica sat down on the floor then lay down, the floor cold beneath her back. She shifted several times, trying to get comfortable with her arms pinned behind her. Her mind started to wander, imagining her arms tightly bound behind her, her ankles if not her legs tied, leaving her even more vulnerable. After about an hour of squirming about on the floor, she fell into a fitful sleep, her dreams erotic and questioning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 06:59:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Jessica found the questionable comfort of sleep, Liam got the pleasure of explaining to his soon to be spouse where he'd been all day and why he looked so disheveled. It was a long conversation he'd been in no particular mood to indulge in. Veronica insisted that this tension was just pre-wedding jitters, but he wasn't so sure . . . especially when he considered the woman he held in bondage thralldom no more than a few miles away . . .<br><br>Early the next morning, he snuck quietly back to his slave's quarters, leaving beside her a few gifts. First was a large dish, filled to the brim with kibble (the keys to her handcuffs hidden at the bottom). Next was a black mini-dress, covered in belts, straps, and chains in the fashion of the modern bondage goth (the very one from the catalog which sparked this whole event). With it were lain out fish net stockings and a pair of white, platform stilettos, made with locking ankle straps. Finally, beside it all was the bright red ballgag Jessica had been forced to wear when she was taken. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 07:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Jessica sometime to manage to unlock the handcuffs, both from the awkwardness of them being behind her back and her lack of vision of them, and the achiness in her arms. Equally difficult was slipping the dress on with her leash still tethered to the wall, but somehow she managed. Eating the dog food had been interesting, she had to admit. The dress fit like it had been created just for her. Jessica opened her mouth and pushed the ball in, her teeth instantly biting into it as she buckled the strap securely behind her head. She rocked slightly on the shoes but finally found her balance. She wasn't certain what to do with her hands so she simply cuffed them behind her again, the keys back in the bowl for Liam should he decide he wanted to restrain her some other way. The ball pressed down firmly on her tongue and she decided while she waited she would see how talking would work out being gagged this way. She couldn't form a word at all, the only sounds she was able to make being soft little grunts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 19:51:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				An hour passed between when Jessica woke and Liam came sauntering through the door to her current prison. As he drew closer, catching a good look at his captured friend, his pace slowed and, with mild shock in his voice, "I see you ate and got yourself ready . . ."<br><br>Once he'd arrived at her side, he stood almost uncomfortably close to her, wearing a similar pair of jeans to the day before, though now his shirt was buttoned, if only halfway and just as unpressed. In almost conspiratorial tone, Liam voiced his opinion, "Though I'm almost disappointed that you're being this cooperative . . ."<br><br>Finally, he stopped to take in her attire, pleased with his choice of outfit and enjoying just how it made her look . . . the juxtaposition of her normal demeanor and this secret fetish perfectly displayed by her clothes.<br><br>"Do you recognize your dress, slave?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 23:18:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica blushed ever so slightly and she managed to take a step back from Liam. "Mmmph mmmph," she said behind the gag in response to his question. She had indeed been cooperative so far, but she hadn't been pushed yet. Jessica was comfortable with being gagged and cuffed. It would be whatever the next step was, whatever it was that took her by surprise that would meet with resistance. She probably would have resisted the kibble if she hadn't been so hungry this morning. It was apparent in her eyes that she was a little cross about having to wait for an hour after she had prepared this morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 23:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How about your breakfast?" he asked, teasingly. He could see it in her eyes. Jessica was still resisting this, still struggling against the bondage and submission. To her, this was all still just a week long retreat. He needed to make it real for her, to drive home just what slavery meant. Some of that would come to day, but some of her tasty punishment would have to be saved till later . . .<br><br>Unsatisfied with admiring the dress she wore from a distance, Liam moved in close once more, circling her like a hungry animal from side, to back, to side once more, hands tracing their way about the curves of her figure, enjoying the myriad ways the bondage dress accentuated her looks. Finally, his hand came to rest at her hip. Slowly, it crept down her form, stepping like a spider through the mesh of her stockings until it had explored the length of her thigh, eventually crawling about it to the inside where it repeated the process in the opposite direction, arriving at her sensitive sex where he cupped her, judging her warmth as one would for a quality show dog.<br><br>"You were right, slave, when you said you couldn't carry off this dress . . ." his words whispered sensually into her ear, Liam's still unusually fresh breath mingling with the sensation of his tongue almost dancing over the surface of her earlobe.<br><br>Then, with a wicked sneer that carried into his voice, "It makes you look like quite the bondage slut!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 23:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica took another step back when his hand cupped her sex. "Mmmmph....mmmph....mmmmph...." Jessica said, shaking her head lightly. Her entire body shook when he commented on how the dress made her look.&nbsp; Her arms shifted as she tried to move them...why hadn't she somehow fastened the key on to the dress as opposed to putting it back in the bowl? Her sounds changed to little squeals and grunts as she struggled against the cuffs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 02:18:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam chuckled lightly, giving Jessica a half playful, half painful smack to her poorly covered ass as he walked away. One hand extended as he bowed theatrically, snatching the coils of ropes from the ground before returning to his already well bound captive.<br><br>"Settle down . . . you're the one who asked to be treated like a slave . . ." Perhaps she hadn't meant for all this . . . in fact, Liam knew she hadn't meant for all of it, but he saw it as his duty to give her the real experience . . . not to mention his pleasure.<br><br>Kneeling beside her, he quickly took one leg in hand, lashing the ropes about the ankle with a simple yet effective looping knot. Liam took the other end and knotted it around her other ankle, effecting a simple but effective hobble that left her only the better part of a foot of lenience to walk with. After that, another length was used to truss her legs just above the knee, the rope coiled several times about her thighs before being fed between them and tied off, Liam making no extra effort to avoid touching sensitive areas.<br><br>Liam still held another couple coils of the white, cotton rope as he stood to his full height, taking his slave's shoulders in hand before asking, "Are you ready to get all trussed up and have today's lesson?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 02:42:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's heart pounded as she tried to move her legs with no success. She stared at the length of rope in his hands like it was a snake, his hands burning through her shoulders. "Mmmmph!!!! MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!! Mmmmmppphhh!!!" Jessica was not used to feeling vulernable and she was starting to feel very vulnerable and out of control under Liam's attentions. Her head dropped a bit and she stared at her bound legs, feeling some fear at the thought of being so subdued. While she knew the handcuffs were inescapable, having all of that rope bind her was much more of the knowledge. "MMMMPHHHH!!!!" she cried out, the first time she was trying to say stop, which of course, she had told Liam she did not want to happen nor did she want it paid attention to. She shook her head vehemently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 03:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam found it highly refreshing to see Jessica thrashing so forcefully in her bondage. He'd worried she might be too meek, that her training would become too easy and lose its excitement, but now he saw that she merely required more prodding to bring out her feistiness, more fear to excite her resistant tendencies.<br><br>As Jessica began to fight her bonds more vigorously, the words garbled by her gag clear pleads for clemency, for freedom, for respite, Liam only took her tightly in hand, doubling the rope before looping it under her bust in a loose lasso. The line was pulled taught before being wrapped about her several more times, above and below, finally being tied off on each side so as to accentuate her luscious curves as well as bind her arms to her back.<br><br>Finally, Liam reached up to the hook which held her leash, slowly untying and taking it in hand. As he worked his way back around his bound, gagged, and hobbled slave, he said patronizingly, "Relax, bitch, I'll take you for your walk now . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:17:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica took in as deep of a breath as she could, her heart pounding in her chest. The cold reality of not having the use of her arms at now struck her like a pitcher of ice water in the face. The ropes accentuated her breasts and she felt exposed, despite the leather covering her breasts. She stared for a moment at the leash Liam held, the one connected to her collar and she tried to figure out how she was to walk with her upper legs tied. Her gaze flickered to him to her bound legs and back to Liam again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Jessica's eyes flitted from the ropes binding her knees and hobbling her ankles to her captor, Liam responded to the implied question, "Don't worry, slave . . . you'll be able to walk plenty well like that . . ." To accentuate his statement, he gave a sharp tug on her leash, forcing her forward a couple of awkward steps before finishing, "at least, you'll be able to walk well enough for what I need . . ."<br><br>Another light chuckle escaped Liam's throat as he turned, and, starting for the door and the expansive building beyond, Jessica's captor said, "Now, let's get you to your set," as he tugged his hapless slave along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica shuffled along slowly behind him, trying to not fall behind. It was a weird sensation, walking by using only her lower legs, and even then they were hobbled. She was starting to appreciate what a Thanksgiving turkey felt like before it was put in the oven. Then she started wondering what he was talking about when he said her set. What on earth was Liam talking about?<br><br>As she walked behind him, strange sensations shot through her, set off by her arms being firmly restrained and not being allowed to use them and her legs being tied. Excitement, fear, vulnerability and feeling really hot all combined into one massive confused ball of emotions and Jessica couldn't tell how she felt about any of it, at least, not really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 05:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pair made their way slowly down the halls of the old building's basement, passing countless rooms and taking several turns on their way to their destination. As they went, Jessica would notice a pattern emerging. Each room was numbered off, their doors made of steel with a single window built in . . . one that had a sliding plate that covered it should the need arise. <br><br>Her heels clacked endlessly, something accentuated by the odd motions she had to use in order to move forward at all. Eventually though, the arrived at their destination, and Liam stopped only long enough to pull a key from his pocket and unlock the door, opening it wide to reveal the "set" beyond.<br><br>What lay inside the room, sitting freestanding in the center of the room, was three sides of a cube, all painted in a matte-grey finish, with a large, cherry red plush-chair sitting in the middle of the floor piece. Several lighting fixtures were in place, their beams already focused about the set to give optimal light and shadow to whoever would sit in the focus, as well as provide the perfect staging ground for what seemed like a date video workshop. Indeed, a camera was already setup on rolling tripod off to the side.<br><br>With a grand gesture, Liam welcomed his slave Jessica to the space, saying, "It's time to make your debut, bitch!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 05:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's eyes widened with alarm. She wondered what he intended to do with the pictures or video he was going to make? It was one thing if it was going to be kept private between the two of them but he kept speaking of selling her. Or worse, what if he just took the pictures and videos public on the internet. "Mmmmphhh!!!! Mmmmmphhh!!!" she exclaimed. Jessica tried to twist her arms free, the only thing she managed to do was to turn her torso from side to side.<br><br>She shook her head again, her hair falling in wild curly tangles that framed her face, occasionally curtaining her face from view. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 05:49:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If anything, Jessica's protests only enticed Liam to bring her inside the room more quickly, dragging her along almost to fast for her to keep up, her legs hobbled as they were. Once inside, the door was shut behind them before Liam walked his captive up to the stage, pushing her until she toppled roughly into the plush, heart-shaped chair, an authoritative stair the only means he used to tell her to stay put.<br><br>Then, he left her, leash dangling free from her collar, while he attended to the camera, framing her in the center of the shot before using it to snap a couple of test shots. The camera took both stills and video, though the latter was of substantially higher quality. While he worked, he began to talk, as if spelling out his plan aloud, though not particularly for Jessica's benefit.<br><br>"I was finding it somewhat difficult to drum up interest for a barely trained and unused bondage sex toy, and the few buyers who had approached me weren't willing to put forward much without more proof of product quality, so I decided I needed to gather some samples of your 'best material,' as it were . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 05:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica lay on the chair on her back, although her body was slightly curved from the way the chair was made. Her lower legs kicked in the air as much as they could, her torso writhing once more as she fought against the ropes. "Unnnnnnhhhhhh...." she moaned softly before grunting out some more protests. "Nggghhhh....mmmmmppphhhh!!!!. She shook her head furiously once more. Jessica couldn't believe how seriously Liam was talking about selling her. Oh, she knew she had spoken of finding a master if she liked what she was receiving but even at that, she had intended to have some control over it. <br><br>Her heart pounded with a staccato beat. Liam was doing exactly what she had feared a stranger would do if she paid him to kidnap her. Jessica was going to be sold as a slave and never been seen in her old life again. She kicked the air again. She attempted to push herself into a sitting position unaware of how sexually her writhing was coming off on the camera, like she was doing a sexual dance for her own master. "Mmm......mmmm....phhhhhh!!!!" she grunted, finally managing to get in the sitting position, her arms straining against the ropes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:09:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam almost stopped paying attention, lost in watching the new 'product' writhing around through the lens of his camera. The way she struggled and strained, bucking against the ropes . . . Liam was having a difficult time staying on task and not just enjoying the view. Jessica looked so sensual, so wild and passionate while she struggled against her bondage, fighting to avoid becoming the personal sex slave to some millionaire pervert willing to shill out the cash, that he was taken aback by the raw honesty and intensity of the moment.<br><br>Soon, however, he reigned himself in, and stepped out from behind the camera, saying, "Hold on . . . you need an accessory," and letting the film continue to roll should he get a shot he'd like to use. As he stepped round behind his slave and her seat, he dug from his pocket a pair of clamps, each broad and padded with a smooth rubber grip (he had to start her off slowly), joined by a silver chain that shined so brightly under the stage lights it might have seemed real.<br><br>As one hand steadied Jessica by the shoulder, the other reached toward the first breast it found, groping for a zipper built into the fabric just above the nipple. A short tug brought the sound of unlatching gears as the teeth unseemed themselves, revealing her pert, wonderful tit . . . a sight he'd very much missed. Clacking the clamp first for effect, he then opened it wide before placing it on her, making sure to get it on securely, but not so deep that it wouldn't pinch the most delicate part of her breast. A few moments more and both breasts were similarly exposed and punished.<br><br>With quick step, he bounded back behind the camera, taking pan shots that focused on her face and examined every inch of her curves, making sure to catch all the erotic writhing she tried.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:16:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica gasped loudly when the first clamp was placed on her nipple. She had never known such an intense ache as what the clamp caused when it bit down on the tender little bud, but then it changed from out and out pain to something else. Her gasp became a loud moan and she twisted more in the ropes. One could tell by watching her that she was breathing heavily and her mind set on freeing herself from the ties binding her. She reached with her fingers, trying to find anything that felt like a knot and then she twisted her entire body as she tried to reach the rope around her legs. "Hmmmmpppp!!!" she grunted out several times, obviously asking for help which by her own agreement with Liam wouldn't be forthcoming. She shot a pleading look directly to the camera, looking like the perfect damsel in distress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam was going wild behind the camera, almost raging at himself for ever having agreed to not touch her during this week. He might have wanted to hide the massive erection her pleading was giving him, but there was simply nothing he could do. He knew anyone who saw that shot would want her, would have to have his Jessica, and in a way, it made him wish he hadn't filmed it. Even if he never planned to sell her, just the knowledge that he held something that would entice anyone to take her from him . . .<br><br>It was then that he decided he needed more. Once again, he dashed out from behind the camera to the back of his pretty, bound up pet. This time, however, he wanted something else from her. One hand began to handle her breast, plucking at the tender flesh around the clamp and toying with her whole bosom. The other, moved to the buckle of her gag, fumbling with it to undo it in a hurry. As he pulled the red rubber from between her lips, he'd resolved himself.<br><br>He was going to give her one chance to say something to the camera . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica blinked in surprise when he removed the gag. She hadn't been expecting that at all. She glanced at Liam, knowing this was her chance to speak to the camera. For all of her fear and uncertainty, there were certain feelings about all of this that proved her instinct right...she needed someone who would strip away her control, who would control her. Asking for help would be pointless, by the time anyone saw it he would have her on the auction block, so to speak. "Would someone want their very own damsel to put into distress?" was what slipped from her lips, almost like she was pleading for someone to buy her. She blushed delicately and then she added, "Or does someone want to save her from her distress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now it was Liam's turn to be surprised. He hadn't quite known what to expect from her, but he hadn't seen Jessica saying that. And yet, as he heard her tentatively say those words, blushing where she'd been screaming into a gag moments before, his cock surged, practically thrusting into the back of the chair where she sat.<br><br>Still, he'd had no intention of letting her talk for long. She wanted to know what it was like to be a slave, a toy . . . well, neither got to speak, so his hand came quickly down, clamping over her still moving lips, his thumb placed right next to her nose, ready to pinch off her ability to breathe should she resist 'too much.' He sneered into the camera, taking one, final grope at her exposed chest before finally, reluctantly, releasing her from his grip and returning to the camera to stop the taping.<br><br>As if exhausted, he turned to his still ungagged slave and said, "That was amazing . . . are you ready for the next shoot?" He wasn't done with her yet . . . not by a long shot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica nodded tentatively. Of course, she had no idea what he might have in store for her but she wanted to try different positions and the like. She hated to admit it, but she had enjoyed writhing in the ropes although the idea of anyone else seeing those photos was embarrassing. To say the least. Oddly, she found her mouth missed the gag, but she wasn't about to admit that. It was interesting, hearing oneself reduced to the most base sounds for a form of communication. "What are we doing next?" she inquired.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 07:44:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a moment for Liam to center himself. Where his usually well-groomed hair had looked better this morning than the day before, all the excitement had put it into even greater disarray, so he found himself puffing out small gusts to clear away a few stray strands that continually crept into his field of vision.<br><br>Once he'd focused again on the here and now, temporarily shelving all the thoughts he had for the coming days and even just for the process of video editing, he locked eyes on Jessica, still sitting vulnerably where he'd left her with the nipple clamps dangling from her flesh like teardrops. Slowly, he managed to approach her, looming above her as he said, "Why don't I just show you?"<br><br>With that, he grabbed both the leash and the silver chain that connected the nipple clamps, and with both, hoisted her up. He was careful, of course, to only apply very sparing force to the chain, letting the bulk of her weight rest against the leash while her breast accessories pulled just enough to cause their nagging pain to flair up temporarily. Once he'd gotten her to her feet, he led her slowly around the side wall of her little set, revealing a pair of wardrobes that had been hidden from view when they entered.<br><br>A quick flip of a latch brought one door swinging open, letting Jessica spy the plethora of outfits stored inside. Numerous uniforms and fetish costumes hung neatly organized within, all, undoubtedly, a perfect fit for the poor, new slave . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 13:30:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's eyebrow arched as she studied the wardrobe. Whatever she had expected, it hadn't been that. It appeared Liam had every costume imaginable from the princesses to fairies to fairy tale, complete with their accessories. "Wow," she said simply as she stared at various colors of fabric. There was even on of the&nbsp; white nurse dresses from the sixties and seventies with the little caps. It was because of said caps that she had grown up wanting to be a nurse until she realized the entire scope of what she would have to deal with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 19:58:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam planted his hand firmly on the cheek of Jessica's ass, gripping it slightly with his fingers while he pushed her gently toward the closet.<br><br>"I wanted a good selection . . ." he said, his words no more serious than if he was discussing her latest clothing order for the store. Underneath, however, he was alive with emotion. Liam loved watching her stare, awestruck by the preparations he'd made for her.<br><br>"You need to pick one for your next shots, slave . . ." his hand clutching at her breast now, tweaking it slightly around the clamp, an effort to elicit a cry of pain while he forced his captive to pick her next humiliating exhibition.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 23:09:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica squeaked, her sensitive nipple responding with both a sting and a stirring of a somehow pleasant sensation. She moved closer and felt the fabrics, pulling out a Cinderella ballgown.&nbsp; The skirt was short in the front and long in the back, she assumed so any bindings would be visible. How decadent would it feel to be dressed like a princess and tied up? She found pink matching slippers, although in truth they had high heels, and a thick pink leather collar decorated with pink pearls. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 00:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Something about watching his captive twist about so that her bound hands could grasp the myriad dresses he'd prepared for her was . . . enticing. Maybe she didn't like it or even know about it yet, but she was becoming his, becoming a slave.<br><br>Liam let one hand fall, the other rising slightly, until both rested on Jessica's hips, holding her as if to steady her. He leaned in to whisper into her ear, commenting on her choice with a bit of wry irony, "So you want to be the princess in chains, eh bitch?" He chuckled a bit, mocking the way she cleaved to girlish fancies even in the midst of this ordeal . . . even while he hand her bound as a slave, tormented at his whim.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 00:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's a classic fantasy," Jessica replied. "One with a basis rooted in every fairy tale we grew up hearing. Besides, the dress is so pretty," she added. Of course, there were others that were nearly as pretty, and then the few costumes that were probably standard for bondage dress up...little red riding hood, the fairy, and then there was the Alice in Wonderland one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 03:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam stood close, still holding Jessica to his body, hands rubbing up and down slightly on her thighs. He needed to be cruel, to take the woman in his hands to task, to really break her down, but times like this made him remember to many things. In his arms, she might have been trussed, dressed for this bondage photo shoot and baring the marks of her torment, but in his mind, he could still see that college girl. He could see her in his arms at a party, spooning on his bed, that look in her eyes as the handcuffs clasped down . . .<br><br>"Then I think we'll start you off in this . . ." he said, taking the dress and matching accessories from her to hang from the outside of the wardrobe. Keeping a tight grip on her, he then maneuvered her over to the other makeshift closet, opening it before her to reveal the next set of surprises. Whereas the other held clothes, this one held the devices of her imprisonment. Inside were numerous gags, bindings, and more than a few toys, all designed to keep Jessica immobile, incapable of speech, and writhing under the weight of sensation.<br><br>One of Liam's hands trailed its way up Jessica's body, stopping only to tease her along the way, before arriving to clutch her chin, forcing her to look first inside the wardrobe and then towards him. With a malicious smile, he asked teasingly, "Do you like the ropes, or would you prefer something tighter?" He had no intention of replacing her bonds just yet. Modify, perhaps, but for now, his only aim was to float the possibility of stricter restraints, something for his pet to think about as she writhed in her ropes. She needed to know that things could always be made worse.<br><br>Her gag, on the other hand . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 03:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica thought for a moment, her head tilted slightly. "I like the ropes. But I also always figured you could make ropes impossibly tight," she added. Her eyes were huge with curiosity as she took in the myriad of items in this closet. Her entire body trembled at his touch and even at the thought of what she was about to tell him. "There was a movie I saw once..." she let her voice trail off as she continued to study the various toys.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 03:57:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His member twitched, pressing its erect mass against her backside, and his grip remained inescapable, though the hand not clutching at her throat and chin began to wander about, testing her body as it went.<br><br>"Go on . . ." he said sweetly, his roving hand finally arriving at the chain connecting her nipple clamps. He'd decided that, if Jessica continued to lose focus while talking to her master, she'd need to be taught the error of her ways, so he accentuated his command with a sharp tug on the clamps, not strong enough to remove them , but with enough force to make her wince . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 04:04:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica gasped softly. "Well, the man had tied the woman very tightly, from her ankles on up to her thighs and her arms very thoroughly. To the point you could see indentations in her skin where the rope was cutting in." Jessica blew a strand of hair out of her eyes before continuing. "When she was ordered to move or anything, she had to try to maneuver herself across the floor kind of like a worm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 05:29:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam listened intently while his captive intimated her fantasy to him, growing slightly into her back as he imagined her squirming about on the floor, struggling to escape. Eventually, however, he returned with enough presence of mind to continue squeezing at Jessica's vulnerable places, whispering in her ear, "Then we'll just have to see what we can do to make that come true . . ."<br><br>With that, he produced a key, slipping it deftly into the lock of his slave's cuffs, and with a quick twist, released the latch that held her hands pinioned at her rear.<br><br>Her one time friend and lover slipped away then, folding his arms across his chest as he said, "Now hurry up and get changed . . . though I have to warn you, removing those clamps is going to hurt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 05:56:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled the dress and accessories from the closet. "I figured they would, since I can just barely feel my nipples at the moment." Jessica eased the first one off and gasped, sucking in a deep breath. "Maybe I should use the band aid method...well...not quite," she half laughed. She inhaled again and held her breath as she removed the second clip. After she could move again, she lay the clamps on the cushion and stripped out of what she was wearing.<br><br>Jessica began with the pink stockings and garter and then the slippers, which she buckled into place. She pulled the dress on, letting it skim over her body before twirling like she was in a store shopping for a prom dress. Next came the pink, pearl embellished collar which she buckled snugly behind her neck, and then found two pink combs for her hair that she used to sweep it away from&nbsp; her face. Not that she figured her tresses would stay tamed long.<br><br>"Oh look. You even have pink rope," Jessica marveled. He had thought of everything. She pulled that out and then rummaged until she found a pink ball gag which she handed him as well. It would be more....just more everything if he was the one who gagged her rather than doing it herself. The dress being short in the front hit right above her thighs, revealing the straps from the garter as well as bare flesh just above the stockings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 01:27:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before he began to bind her, Liam forced Jessica back into the white, locking heels he'd had her wear before, finding that they complemented this dress as well as, if not better than, the one he'd picked them out for originally. With their straps firmly latched about her ankles, he set to work with the ropes, uncoiling the long, pink tangle with ease.<br><br>First, he began at the bust, trussing her in a cross pattern that wrapped its way about each breast, emphasizing them even through the cups of the dress, before tying it all off with her hands which had been forced upward, tied at an uncomfortable angle, and finally secured to the rope harness that now encircled her generous bosom.<br><br>"You'll regret suggesting this . . ." he said, smiling as he worked, "because I'm sure that this performance will earn you a rather sadistic new master." At those words, Jessica could feel him once again surge against her backside, his body delighting unconsciously in the fantasized fate that might befall her. Should he sell her off, it would seem almost a shame to lose track of what had befallen such a buxom, luscious bitch.<br><br>Before Liam had even finished speaking, however, he'd moved towards Jessica's legs, bringing with him lengths of the fine, silken rope that he now eagerly spun about her legs, binding them together at the ankle, above and below the knee, and once again right beneath her poorly hidden crotch . . . the rope running between her legs there close enough to tantalize her ever more sensitive clit without providing any real satisfaction. Before knotting off the ankle bindings, however, he ran a few loops of the rope about her heels, threading them between the sole of the foot and the thin spike of the shoe itself to more tightly immobilize the two appendages against one another.<br><br>Before even giving himself a chance to step back and admire his own handiwork, Liam asked coyly, "So, is it everything you'd dreamed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 01:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica hadn't imagned just how tight ropes could go. Her arms ached from the position they were in, a quite unnatural position and she couldn't move her legs at all. Her lips parted as she felt the rope cutting into her, her blood still pumping when he mentioned her earning a sadistic master. She bit her lower lip. Was it possible that that was what she might desire? She glanced down over her bound form, the rope indeed a perfect match for the dress and nearly becoming a part of the outfit.<br><br>Jessica wasn't entirely certain how she would manage the inching across the floor, denied as she was even the use of her elbows, but she would figure something out. "Even more so," she replied to Liam. Her wrists were bound tightly and the rope tied off to the harness that her hands were splayed out on her back and she could barely wiggle her fingers even. And she knew from the previous night that once she was on the floor, on her stomach, the ropes would tighten. The only things that were left to be done was her gag and getting to the room. Perhaps he'd make her hop there rather than carry her? She only knew there was no way she would be able to walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 07:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a long moment, Liam simply enjoyed the sight of Jessica struggling in the tight bondage she'd requested for. In the back of his mind, he might have wondered how they came here . . . how they arrived at this place, him an almost married man while she was his semi-willing captive. He'd never really been that interested in this kind of thing, but after losing Jessica back then, ironically to this very same kind of play, the thought of holding her in his power, keeping her as a bound up slut to play with, was infinitely appealing.<br><br>Finally, he escaped his reverie to approach his captive from behind, saying sharply, "I think you've talked enough for now . . ." punctuating his statement by forcing the pink rubber ball between her lips and back between her teeth, spreading her jaw nice and wide. Where the other ballgag had been a more forgiving form of rubber, this one was stiffer, and while the other had been mounted on a simple black strap, this one was at the center of an almost web like harness of exquisite white, leather straps. Slowly, he wrapped them about Jessica's head, tightening them as he went until she'd been forced to bite down tightly on the gag that now filled her mouth uncomfortably.<br><br>His hand planted a firm, fast slap to the roundest part of her skirted ass while he walked back to the set, motioning for him to follow with the patronizing words, "Don't dawdle, slave . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 13:26:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica's teeth bit down in the gag, hard, as she watched him walk toward the other room. She grunted softly, her words more muffled than ever. Then she began the slow task of hopping along behind him. It wasn't as easy as she had thought it would be, and she nearly toppled over several times. After long, agonizing moments, she finally made it. The ropes hadn't given at all and she wondered where Liam&nbsp; had gotten the practice in binding and knot tying. Perhaps he was secretly a dom with with his fiancee?&nbsp; One thing was certain, Jessica knew she had chosen well when she asked him to help her. She stood in the center of the room, breathing hard, her breasts straining against the bodice of the beautiful princess dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 21:13:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once his model had arrived on the set, Liam took a short second to focus the camera on her, panning up and down her tightly bound form before leaving his station to stand next to her. With one hand, he braced her, the other roaming as it man-handled her, tugging at the ropes, slapping and pinching at her exposed flesh, and finally gripping her chin to force Jessica into making eye contact with the camera, acknowledging all of her would-be buyers. Finally, he removed the stabilizing palm and pushed her backwards, letting her land with a soft thud on the cushioned chair before returning to the camera for a few more vanity shots.<br><br>From behind his equipment, he proposed his new challenge. "How about this, bitch . . . if you can crawl over to me from your seat, and then stand up, I'll give you real food and drink tonight . . ." His tone tried hard to mask his laughter, clearly enjoying the thought of his captive fighting her way across the floor . . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 04:26:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica grunted and squeaked as he tugged at the ropes and pinched her, a louder squeal escaping when she landed on the chair, since she hadn't known where she might land. Her eyes widened when he added standing up to her task, there wasn't any way she would be able to get back to her feet that she knew of. She rocked her body slightly and then stretched out, her bound feet kicking out as one unit. Truly, Jessica hadn't known that ropes could get so tight.<br><br>She thrashed about, finally landing on the floor on her side. Jessica paused to take a breath, the whole effort exhausting and she hadn't even gotten started yet. "Unhhh....unnnnhhhh....unnnnhhhh...." she uttered as she rocked again until she was finally on her stomach. How had that woman in the movie do it? The task seemed impossible, Of course, the woman in the movie had been able to move her elbows, Jessica didn't have that luxury. Jessica whimpered, she would have to somehow use only her bound legs.<br><br>During her movements, she somehow managed to move herself forward by using her shoulders. Jessica would never be able to explain how it happened, she only knew that it had. She could only imagine what she looked like, she felt like she was flopping around like a fish out of water. Slowly, inch by inch, she worked her way across the floor using her shoulders and her toes and she lay before him, breathing heavily, exhaustion wearing on her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 05:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liam only stared down at his squirming and exhausted slave, her dress having ridden up and pulled tight as she made her way across the floor, bunching up beneath the rope in what he assumed were uncomfortable places.<br><br>"Tsk. Tsk . . . so you're not even going to try to stand up?" he said with a mix of disappointment and mocking delight. Liam's eyes smiled even as his face remained serious, lending an odd cast to his features as he continued, "I guess you weren't that interested in real food . . ."<br><br>His hand touched his chin thoughtfully, playing at the weeks worth of stubble that had grown there, his gaze flitting back to Jessica every few moments while he mused to himself, "Or maybe you're just not that interested in food at all . . ."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 14:05:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica lay there, grunting and trying to catch her breath. She was still trying to figure out how to even attempt standing up. She rolled slightly so that her shoulder was against the floor, her bound feet kicking out as she tried to find any way to get them to a position for attempting to stand. Her legs strained against the ropes as she tried to move her knees. Nothing. Her breasts rose and fell with each attempt but there was simply no way she could find to even get started.&nbsp; "Uh uh uh uh uh..." she uttered with frustration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 04:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was enough for Liam to just stand and watch, the camera taking in every sensuous curve of his victim's desperate thrashings and the wearied heaving of her breast as she lay at his feat exhausted . . . at least, for a while. After capturing a fair bit of her misfortune, he stepped out from behind the equipment, leaving Jessica framed nicely in the viewfinder as he knelt down beside her.<br><br>One strong, steady hand took her chin roughly in its grip and wrenched her face towards him while he spoke to her in an unusually soft voice, "I suppose you just aren't that interested in your dinner . . ." As he spoke, the other hand played momentarily with the ropes at her chest, tugging at them to test their slack before moving towards the fleshy mounds they barely restrained. At first, his fingers appeared satisfied to merely grope at the slave through the fabric of her dress, but a second later they'd forced the impediment aside to expose her sensitive nipple to the camera, the other mit adjusting her head till she had no choice but to look into the lens, making eye contact with all her potential buyers.<br><br>For a time, Liam simply played with her one exposed teet, applying the usual prods to goad a reaction from his enslaved friend, but he soon seemed to grow bored of this, his hand straying down the front of her dress and towards her yet more sensitive sex. He first tested the rope that had been carefully positioned to flirt with her clit, adjusting it slightly to increase its rubbings before letting his fingernail make one slow, smooth pass over the meager underwear he'd allowed her, the action accompanied by the words, "You're quite the slutty princess, bitch . . . aren't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 04:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica whimpered when he adjusted the rope that was rubbing her clit, making her wild. "Uh uh uh," she replied, nodding slightly. He would have called her a liar had she replied any other way, her sex was just about dripping. The expression in her eyes would probably look to any buyers as her stating, "Tie me as tight as you can, I love it." Her legs kicked out slightly as she tried to propel herself forward, or better, to a sitting position, if not a standing one. But they struck only air, no matter how she tried, she couldn't get more than the tips of her toes to brush the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica looked so very helpless, thrashing about on the floor, fighting for her feet to find some footing, some control over her predicament. Liam loved the way the lengths of ropes tightened and tugged as her legs flexed, flailing out only to find air as intangible as any hope she might have for freedom.<br><br>"You seem to be having a hard time there, slave . . ." he said tauntingly, enjoying every little muffled cry she made under his roving hands. The finger that before passed only lightly over her swollen pussy now stroked the sensitive skin more deliberately, massaging the area around so slowly it seemed he'd never reach her clit. Finally, in a sincerely serious voice, Liam asked the killer question, "What would you give to cum right now . . . what would you give to get off in front of the camera?" If she wanted release, she'd have to work for it . . . and she'd also have to share it with all of her potential new masters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica peered through the hair that was covering her eyes. "Uphhh...uphhhhh....ummppph...." she grunted urgently, shaking her head trying uselessly to dislodge the ball in her mouth so she could reply. Her attempts to speak mutated to soft moans. She was on the verge of coming just from the rope rubbing her clit and her movements, the feeling of the ropes cutting into her skin as it tightened. Her toes, encased in the shoes, flailed in the air, the only way she could move her feet, no way to find her footing. Jessica's entire body quivered as her muscles strained against the ropes. "Ummmm....unnnnnn......" then a soft sound that resembled a growl of sorts and then a purr.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Whiskey Jack</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 09:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment, Liam's fingers teased ever closer to Jessica's clit, flirting with finally entering her. Before any real transgression against her had been made, however, he relented, saying, "Then again . . . you did make me promise no sex, and I wouldn't want to push that boundary." Whether he was just teasing her or still wrestling with the position he held his lover turned friend turned slave, nobody but Liam could know, if that.<br><br>One strong hand moved to Jessica's back, grasping the strands of of rope that kept her arms contorted, using it to hoist her up slightly as he himself began to stand.<br><br>"Sounds like you want that ball out . . . so how about we get you into your next costume?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Fantasy {BON} Whiskey Jack/Ariabella</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 13:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessica found she was starting to enjoy not being able to talk, so it was only a half hearted whimper that escaped her. At least until he lifted her with the ropes binding her arms. "Ummmphhh..." she said, shaking her head ever so slightly. It was instinct to fight the gag, to try to dislodge the ball. She wondered what the next costume would be and the next way she would be tied as well.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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